======================================== SAMPLE 10 ======================================== 1004|And had been seen within this place 1004|Had but the bell rung; which to my Lord 1004|Commanded me unto that district. 1004|There is on Latian ground a bell 1004|That to the mountain bears its bell; 1004|And if my Master had been here, 1004|His own true translation he would have 1004|Have made the same, by hearing well 1004|The accents of the tower and mountain; 1004|But good he lost his wits, at whose sound 1004|My fear did so oppress him, that with fear 1004|I hid myself away in the wood. 1004|I know not if he still were living; 1004|So angry was my doubt, that not far off 1004|I saw another come along the valley, 1004|Clotilda, and I speak of her as though 1004|I were a native of this world. 1004|I was not ware of her approaching, 1004|For I was like the rest asleep; 1004|And she came up beside me, and her brow 1004|Did make itself more bearable for my pain. 1004|And said to me: 'How is it, Palahni, 1004|That thou makest a stir upon thy sleep? 1004|Is not here grown fonder than a year 1004|Thy fever, than the blindness of a child, 1004|Than that which cometh to men from without 1004|When they are far from home? What is it now 1004|The voice of thy complaint brings unto us? 1004|Is not the torment made more bitter, 1004|And the long nights tedious and unarrive? 1004|Why would'st thou go unto that o'erwhelming 1004|Power, who to the world is subject still? 1004|Count it not strange that one whose morning 1004|Not yet arrives should still be mourning ever, 1004|If with the morning dawn there were no God! 1004|If Nello were alive and minded 1004|To leave this prison which is his by law, 1004|And onward went, from gate to gate, to see 1004|What stores were in that holy house of prayer, 1004|The brethren would not be in a moment 1004|By him without confusion, if he chose, 1004|Who thus presumes to make trial of us. 1004|Who by the power of grace eternal 1004|Makes us to love him who has made us wicked, 1004|Need have no anxiety for his success; 1004|If this be his design, all our desire 1004|Will be but lowly deeds, and nothing more. 1004|He need not fear to find us out and told, 1004|For he has made himself known to us all; 1004|He needs not fear, because our presumption 1004|Made him not fool-harden his inward sense; 1004|For when we will he shows himself a fool, 1004|And makes himself a Wise Man to avow him. 1004|He needs must run before, and run not behind, 1004|And to the left or to the right he needs 1004|Not always, if he chance to meet with a fence; 1004|But with a smile he turns, if he doth find one. 1004|And if he meets with one, he will not shrink, 1004|But, opening wide his arms, will receive it, 1004|So that the other keep fast; and thus he 1004|Survives a hot and continuous fire." 1004|Then did I move anew along the valley, 1004|As one resumes his journey so far, 1004|And towards the sun his course doth advance. 1004|The four above enumerated did not stay 1004|Longer in that forest to mend their sick, 1004|Than did my eyes from beating count the minutes. 1004|With him went Ither Borghese, and with him 1004|His companion, Basolus, and Basette, 1004|Who was more backward in his way and speech. 1004|Basette was a scanty lad, and yet he 1004|Was dressed in April colours, and had feat. 1004|Thus in his best attire, backward he advanced, 1004|And with a smile looked at his companion's grief. 1004|"Well do I see," said he ======================================== SAMPLE 20 ======================================== 35996|And I am still the same 35996|When I look at the sky 35996|I seem to be at rest 35996|My eyes and forehead have grown 35996|I can hear the birds and bees, 35996|Now the music of the sea 35996|In the garden, over yonder 35996|In the house the sun 35996|Is shining, the summer morning 35996|Is shining, you and I 35996|It's fine weather, we've made up our minds 35996|Jack and Jill went up the hill 35996|Let the cat go, if I had a nickel 35996|Let's go a-shooting with the brigand brig 35996|Let's go a-robbing a coal-cart 35996|Lassie, Lassie come wheedling me 35996|Lovers, do not be angry with 35996|Love is sweet, but 'twixt you and me 35996|Maudie, mend her to-day 35996|My dear, that was a fine book when I read it 35996|Mother, O my mother give me 35996|My little one, my little one dear 35996|My lips I will not speak till I've said my say 35996|My mother, O my mother give me 35996|Nurse, can you open the package? 35996|Nibble, Nibble, fetch the milk 35996|Nile, Nile, the grass at my feet; dear 35996|No, I will not have you kiss me, 35996|Now my little one, I say 35996|Now I have found you, my dear 35996|O, don't you forget, my Darling 35996|O, sing a song by dale and hill 35996|O who would sleep 35996|O, sing a sweet song 35996|O dear! my Dear! how kind you are 35996|Oh, hush, hush! hush, my baby 35996|Oh, Mother Goose, stop a while 35996|Oh, Mother Goose, have you any more 35996|On a little vase of clay 35996|On the mountain, at my feet 35996|On my little pony 35996|On the Ocean!--a good friend 35996|O, Mother Goose, come down to me 35996|O, mother goose, you are a happy goose 35996|O, Sea-Faring, how I fear 35996|O sweet! my Dear! you are better than me 35996|O sweet, my Darling 35996|O that you could see like me 35996|O sweetheart, O my Sweet! don't say me not-- 35996|O, come and bring me my green basket 35996|Oh, dear! the sun is shining 35996|Oh, dear! my Darling, my Darling 35996|Oh, you that lisp 35996|O my Jack-o'-Lantern, good-night, good-night 35996|O, let me go once more 35996|O kiss me, mother Goose 35996|O dear!--The Sun can shine 35996|O Love, I want to say, but can't 35996|O love, my little Lamb 35996|O Mother Goose, ride away, ride away 35996|O spare me the terror 35996|O spare me the anguish 35996|O look not on yonder sea, it is not fair, 35996|Old age is strange and new beginnings are unknown 35996|Of a child's love what words can paint the scene 35996|On the mountain, on the road of the days to be 35996|Of a dream, my Darling 35996|On a little stream that winds 35996|Ony one that knows, my darling One 35996|O Susan, O Susan, I know 35996|Pack, the fox and the owl, 35996|Possessed of the best, 35996|Pugmire puffs his power 35996|Pumpkin, the most like a flower 35996|Queen and slave, the whole of our lives 35996|Rarely seen, rare--and yet 35996|Rejoice, ye sons of old! 35996|Rock-a-bye, baby, good-bye 35996|Roses, by right our master we obey, 35996|Roses, from bud to ripe 35996|San Francisco, you have so much to do 35996|Sandy-wind, wind not carried ======================================== SAMPLE 30 ======================================== 1365|But I am soothed and comforted; 1365|With the music of the wind 1365|And the sound of the waves, 1365|I am the same old dreamer, dreaming in a forest of the North-land. 1365|"Ah me! what is this, that seems 1365|Like a shadow to arise?" 1365|"Only a dream, my friend, it is." 1365|"Only a fancy, you'll agree." 1365|"I wish I had some good music there!" 1365|The wind was playing on a harp of scarlet, 1365|Playing, playing, 1365|As if he were drunk, 1365|Drunken winds were all around us, 1365|Heigh-ho! 1365|Drunken winds, they are a fiendish trick, 1365|They are not good, nor yet good enough for me. 1365|But go, and as you pass 1365|Drop, to get a glimpse, 1365|Through the branches of this tree; 1365|It is well so grown, the stem is still fresh. 1365|This was the story their mother told them: 1365|"When you are a little higher, 1365|Pray heed not the wind, 1365|It cannot harm you; 1365|He is a spirit here, as he moves through your house; 1365|Heigh-ho! 1365|It is better to speak good-will to men 1365|Than to blame them; 1365|It is better to stand upright 1365|Than to sit down." 1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world, 1365|He is like a madman; 1365|In his hands the lightning is wandering; 1365|Who can tell what strange mischief he will bring? 1365|Why do you play at home? Oh why? 1365|The children all are playing, 1365|All are playing, 1365|All are at home in their playhouse, 1365|The children have everything. 1365|When the wind goes a-wailing about the world, 1365|He is not so polite; 1365|One can teach him nothing at all; 1365|Who would ever be taken in such a fight, 1365|Oh what is it, pray? 1365|The children all are laughing, 1365|The children all are laughing, 1365|They would fight. 1365|Oh, what are the flowers and fruits? in a word, 1365|The little things that every day's to see, 1365|The little things that every day's to forget, 1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older? 1365|Why, everything, that's wonderful and new, 1365|The flowers and fruits will make us old and gray. 1365|What makes the pretty faces to grow older? 1365|To make us remember every day, 1365|The little things that come and pass; 1365|Then to be as happy as can be; 1365|Oh, the day at last 1365|Is always sweet, but who would count a crown, 1365|When a picture is in a book! 1365|"The little children come to us so early," 1365|In summertime, in summertime, 1365|Children come and play all the time; 1365|Oh! they take your heart away. 1365|We'll try to help the little children, 1365|Let's give them a good long play; 1365|Let's make the summer weather fine; 1365|We know we can keep them out. 1365|In the summertime, in summertime, 1365|Let us make it daily plain; 1365|And, when they get home, let them know 1365|That we'll keep them out all the year; 1365|We always do our very best; 1365|And always think of them best. 1365|We've learned this lesson after a little while: 1365|"Don't be too good; be just a little!" 1365|If you go to play we are waiting, 1365|The little children are playing; 1365|We'll let you take your practice flying; 1365|You know, I think, how I hate it. 1365|Our captain holds you in his arms, he gives you kisses, 1365|He watches ======================================== SAMPLE 40 ======================================== 26333|And, as in fear of you, the mother I may be. 26333|"What are you thinking of, Mrs. Glessman?" 26333|"Are you thinking of your daughter?" 26333|And the woman leaned out of her window 26333|And went upstairs slowly with her son,-- 26333|Hush! for he is thinking of his mother! 26333|When the old woman went down in the grave-hill 26333|She wore an old suit of blue 26333|And her apron with the small green lace. 26333|You can shake them off when you are past: 26333|But you always do seem short and fat. 26333|And this morning, you always look thin. 26333|Some women grow stiff like potatoes; 26333|Some like to be so "chippy"; 26333|And some women grow their hair long 26333|And some have great straight hair; 26333|But the woman you see standing there 26333|Has stood so her whole life long. 26333|So, as time is flying, the light is dying, 26333|I hope my story will be sweet. 26333|It may not be true what you tell me, 26333|But it is true--it is quite true: 26333|If you are going out you need not stop 26333|Unless you are very, very tired. 26333|If you are going to tea, go at it straightway, 26333|Or else be patient until you are through. 26333|The cat in the corner is a very good model for you: 26333|You must set her down quietly on the soft, fine cloth 26333|And turn about and put it carefully away in the closet. 26333|But at intervals she will mutter what you will not: 26333|She wears a kind of white cocked hat which, being black, it conceals 26333|A long robe, in which her fingers so deftly pattern the lace 26333|That it will surely be long enough to cover you two at tea. 26333|To make my story complete, I must very simply state that 26333|The child I told you of is the sweetest she has ever been. 26333|"Can you tell me how to play?" 26333|This I ventured to say: 26333|But I could only answer, "Oh!" 26333|The child sat silent awhile: 26333|Then, rising with a bitter smile, 26333|She said, "I can." 26333|And why should I be blamed, if I did indeed say, and she 26333|answered, with a bitter sigh, 26333|"I can tell you what to do." 26333|"And then?" said the child. 26333|Again, with a bitter laugh. 26333|I was a little boy then, and went as the little boy went: 26333|A little boy, too, and I was a little boy's friend at school. 26333|The people in the street that day were twenty-two: 26333|I was twenty-three: 26333|And this is what the people said: 26333|"What a beautiful lad, indeed, 26333|To-day so newly arrived! 26333|He'll join our society, we're sure; 26333|And he'll surely be a useful boy." 26333|I was a little boy then, and as my friend went out I held 26333|In my hand a pretty paper. "Dear me!" said a little fellow, 26333|"Where did you get it?" 26333|"I only got it out of the rain," 26333|He explained. "No one gave me the rain." 26333|"Why, then," said I, "why didn't you give it me?" 26333|He said: "I thought I would; and I did." 26333|The little boy looked at me, and suddenly he looked at the paper, 26333|And I can see how he felt. 26333|I was a little boy then, and as a little boy's friend I went 26333|Up a very high stair 26333|Just to see his thoughts. 26333|But before I spoke he turned away, 26333|And went on with lighter heart 26333|Than ever I have known. 26333|And I have been like other little boys 26333|Who, one by one, have learned to walk 26333|On their cheeks, and on their hands ======================================== SAMPLE 50 ======================================== 42051|So close that he could scarcely hear 42051|The music of my voice, 42051|For I was the sweet and simple voice 42051|Of all my heart, and ever sang 42051|To all my sorrowing sisters, one 42051|Sweet voice only: for no other one 42051|With her could change the music of the deep, 42051|Like a great sea-bird in its flight: 42051|Her beauty was the music of my soul. 42051|And I loved that single voice so well 42051|I might not hear the other three: 42051|And then at last I loved that solitary sweetheart more, 42051|And my heart was like a quiet ocean, 42051|That sings as it murmurs, 42051|And the music of the soundless deeps 42051|Hath turned me to its own. 42051|And now when I have turned my face 42051|To the pale and dreamful sea, 42051|And the ships drifting, 42051|Where my heart is most, 42051|I shall never know it more! 42051|For, ever driven before the wind, 42051|I shall leave behind, 42051|In a stormy sleep, 42051|The long white road,-- 42051|The deep and stormy road, 42051|The silent and stormy road. 42051|I came to the house, which the house was built in, upon a time 42051|Before our souls had ever known the city of men, 42051|Before the city of dreams had taken us wholly from our bodies, 42051|A little house was built me upon a time, upon the edge 42051|Of a broad country, upon the edge of a broad land: 42051|And I heard the city-gates upon a time, 42051|And I thought the city-gates upon my soul had been 42051|The gates of a far, far city far and small: 42051|I came to the house, and the house I came to find 42051|Was old and crumbling, and had taken to its feet 42051|A many years of dust, and many of rain, 42051|A many long years of toil, and labour, and fear: 42051|And I saw the house, upon its old and crumbling wall, 42051|Which had taken to its feet the years of toil, and labour, 42051|Before the feet of any soul had ever known 42051|The crumbling steps of any life had trod the world. 42051|And I knew that I was weary of the city-wall, 42051|Of the crumbling, crumbling prison in the town. 42051|The city-gates were old and used to toiling, 42051|As the feet of any soul had ever known: 42051|And I turned to the door, and entered on the moor, 42051|With never a thought beyond the house before. 42051|For never a thought beyond its last despair, 42051|No thought beyond the house I left so long ago, 42051|No thought beyond the moor my soul had known: 42051|Yet as I came, before the long, long rain, 42051|The city-gates were opened, and I knew 42051|That the soul of me lay hidden deep below, 42051|In the heart of any heart, in their deep, deep dark. 42051|There in the night I found me, alone, 42051|I was not with other souls who went 42051|To the great city-gates in the dark. 42051|I was alone: and though I had seen 42051|Many souls go forth through them before, 42051|This soul, with many tears and many years, 42051|Had never gone out through any door. 42051|I looked in the dark toward the city-wall; 42051|And all the houses far away were light-- 42051|So far! but I knew that at the end 42051|I need must go through one long door for them, 42051|And the city-gates were a little nearer then. 42051|Still, I was very weary, and I knew 42051|That in the night must go to them at last 42051|The soul within their hearts, and they had seen 42051|The light of many morning-eyes go down 42051|Out of a great far town; and the night must come 42051|And be not yet dawn ======================================== SAMPLE 60 ======================================== 2334|They are all gone down, and the King says nothing more. 2334|The sea is round about the little shore, 2334|And the sea-wind shakes beneath the sun; 2334|O how I long for the sea-cliffs far away, 2334|And the sea-birds all together flown! 2334|The waves are white on the beach at Aycee, 2334|The wind is cold in the Aycee glen; 2334|The sea-birds fly in the anemone spray, 2334|But my lonely soul yearns beyond the coast. 2334|Through the green-banked waters into Aycee 2334|I roamed, unharmed and unshackled; 2334|Men shivered in the noonday cold, 2334|But joyous voices sung in my ears, 2334|"Bide with me, O Bachelor of Graves!" 2334|The sea-fires flamed on the anemone, 2334|The waters murmur to the sea. 2334|In my heart was one clear thought, one burning thought-- 2334|"Forbear, O men! the dreadful war!" 2334|A long cold yeargood in my heart for the sea, 2334|And the sea-fowl and the sea-cows' cry; 2334|And my thought on the shore-cliffs far away 2334|Burned like a beacon fiery with fate. 2334|Foolish were the men who fled from Meikki, 2334|And foolhardy were the men who met her; 2334|But now the people laugh and clap and call, 2334|"Bide with us, O Bachelor of Graves!" 2334|And the sea-bird's cry is still on the wind. 2334|I know my way is still far away, 2334|Across the sands, across the sea, 2334|I knew it to the last, and yet--I know 2334|I shall not go to Aycees Glen. 2334|Aycees Glen?--What is Aycees Glen?--What is its name?-- 2334|When the sun goes down in the east, 2334|And the grey mist creeps across the sky 2334|From east to west on the passing day, 2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day, 2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here, 2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be, 2334|And the old loves are come to me. 2334|Aycees Glen!--the sweet pastures of my youth, 2334|The old ways and the new things to do; 2334|When the grey mist creeps across the sky 2334|From east to west on the passing day, 2334|Then Aycees Glen is in my heart to-day, 2334|For the old loves and the old dreams are here, 2334|And the young dreams are in my breast to-be. 2334|The snow has fallen so long that the lambs 2334|Were busy making soup in the lanes, 2334|But I went out to the fields again, 2334|And I saw my red crone under the hill. 2334|She must work hard for my bread, and soon, 2334|As the snow fell so thick and heavy, 2334|A new wind came from out the west, 2334|And wet was the weather. 2334|In the dark she sat on the edge of the shed, 2334|Keeping a close eye on the chicken coop 2334|That hung up at the shed door now; 2334|There was never a shower so the paint was wet 2334|In the dark and the fields on that day. 2334|As the snow fell o'er her the red crone trembled 2334|And trembled till she could see with sore eyes 2334|The white snow that rolled on the ground below. 2334|And she watched till the sun went down 2334|For the cold rain of the west was over all; 2334|And still with her watching till he came, 2334|The crone at last saw the chicken coop hung up now. 2334|With a little cry, like a little child 2334|She snatched the chicken out from under the hill. 2334|That was all. The chicken with red wings, 2334|Wings white and wings of brown ======================================== SAMPLE 70 ======================================== 19221|From yon fair hill by the sea 19221|That overlooks the waves; 19221|There let them lie when it is day: 19221|The fearful dead may live! 19221|With a parting kiss he took her hand, 19221|And softly said, 'Lie still, my dear, lie still, lie still;' 19221|'Twas under the spreading willow tree 19221|Where she was laid in the carnation moor, 19221|That now my Harold sleeps in his heir; 19221|Methinks I smell the fresh and mellow scent 19221|Of the hawthorn blooms upon the bank. 19221|The hawthorn bushes growing gay; 19221|And through yon spreading willow tree 19221|That now my dear-lov'd Harold sleeps in his heir, 19221|Methinks I smell the hawthorn blooms perfume, 19221|Ah me! what is't that floats on the air? 19221|It is honey of hawthorn fresh and sweet; 19221|The nestling dreams not that it lives. 19221|'Twas a little thing, little thing, 19221|A little thing on the grassy sod; 19221|A thing of God, a thing of earth indeed; 19221|It came into his keeping so. 19221|The very very very very child 19221|Of the Sun's old motherhood; 19221|He knows what Love is, and he knows 19221|That what he gives is what He takes; 19221|He gives; I doo not know if I may 19221|My love or my young love remember. 19221|O, did ye see her hair, and saw her eyes, 19221|And mark how like her breath was her glance, 19221|How like her breath could her look be, 19221|And then ye would have known she was not she. 19221|Was there a thing on the earth then made, 19221|Or fashioned in an hour to be, 19221|A thing on earth then begot that day; 19221|And did its birth be sweet, or foul? 19221|For sure, fair day, ye saw not how her hair 19221|And her bright eyes dropped like the dew 19221|From her white hand a pearl, as it lay there; 19221|And she herself look'd so like the air 19221|That ye might scarce of her suppose 19221|Her presence there was meant, or that she was there; 19221|For still the same sweet air she seems to breathe, 19221|And still her lips seem to look to see 19221|The white pearls droop tenderly below 19221|Her lid as she looks in the west. 19221|And when ye saw the little hands of hers, 19221|You would have known that she was not she; 19221|Ye would have felt her heart be heavy, 19221|As if it was the child of despair, 19221|Or that she thought of something that was not her: 19221|For still she seems to feel the cold, bright tears, 19221|And still she looks on something dim, 19221|And seems but faintly aware that ye are there. 19221|Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, 19221|Thou's met me oft to-night, 19221|An' hast a' things to tell, 19221|Awww, wee flow'r, 19221|That may auster pleasure prove. 19221|But thou hast ne'er a word to say, 19221|For how couldst thou conceal 19221|That flow'r's color, it's purple-red, 19221|An' a' its purple stain? 19221|An' lest a lover should forget 19221|The purple in the wee flow'r, 19221|An' perchance forget the flow'r, 19221|Forbid it brown, purple flow'r, 19221|If it dye his sleeve. 19221|Twa blushes, wee pair, 19221|Sae blue and sweet; 19221|Sae luv defile; 19221|Twa waur bewurst 19221|Down on the green. 19221|A-mahnden two, 19221|An' one for thrice, 19221|The second a youth, 19221|That's wisest, mean ======================================== SAMPLE 80 ======================================== 30235|A thousand years or less, 30235|Have made his wife, and child, 30235|His friends, his countrymen: 30235|And I am only his woman still, 30235|The wife of his paramour." 30235|"The English are not so free with our men 30235|As we suppose. When Charles of Anjou 30235|To his great foe, the French, sent th' embassy, 30235|They found the integrity of France guarded 30235|By a whole army." 30235|But Sir John of Devonshire answered,--"Ay! 30235|The French are not so free with our men as we 30235|Believe: 30235|And therefore, when Charles sent the king his lordly son 30235|To punish, they are not so free with our men 30235|As we 30235|Believe. The king is but a privateer of France; 30235|And when he sends the French into England 30235|To crush them, his army will set up o'er us." 30235|"Then we will have our doubts, men," the king replied; 30235|"There's not more English blood in our veins than French; 30235|To drive the English into France as I must, 30235|Is madness in men." 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John of Devonshire, 30235|And the king, with the rest, 30235|With one accord 30235|Cried, "By John of! Let me alone, I implore!" 30235|Their sovereign made answer,--"Ay! and that outrage 30235|Is revenge:" 30235|"Nay, fool that I were," the French exclaimed; 30235|"Would I were in France!" 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, thou art; 30235|So let it be so,-- 30235|Let our hearts nevermore beat high above the common!" 30235|And the princely three, in their wrath and our dismay, 30235|Cried, "By France, let her own tongue utter THOU." 30235|The king cried, "By Heaven, I will send her not thee!" 30235|Then forth from the court rose the arch-prince's wife, 30235|And--"By God, I'm all afire!" 30235|Then forth from the queen's fair hall rose the queen's maid, 30235|And cried, "By France, I know thee!" 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, the arch-prince, 30235|The arch-prince cried next! 30235|"By France, by God, by France, I tell thee, stay! 30235|By God, by God, by my life! I am not here! 30235|By God, I am but a privateer with Spain:-- 30235|The good king hath sent me to punish thine." 30235|"Ay! and the French are not so brave as they talk." 30235|The arch-prince, Sir Richard, Sir John, cried, then 30235|Up started from her seat; 30235|"By God, by God, they're in a fury." 30235|"But we'll be just," he cried, "as good men can be!" 30235|So, to the hall at once 30235|Of the royal chamber they were brought, and the king cried, 30235|"By God, by God, this man is our ruin; 30235|For breaking the peace was his fault alone, 30235|So we must make him pay." 30235|But what should they talk of, the French might not hear, 30235|For fear would be stilled; 30235|And all day long to the far-away they came, 30235|Sounding to meet them on their way. 30235|Up sprang the sovereign, and called his men together; 30235|"Here's the Duke of the French--here's my liege Maximilian. 30235|Here's my child, my child, my queen, my lady Beatrice. 30235|Here's their sire, with him that brought them to the rescue." 30235|Then answered the little soldier Dan de Vigo. 30235|"O I am Sir Richard," said he, 30235|"And his name is also Sir Richard." 30235|From that knight, so ======================================== SAMPLE 90 ======================================== 1030|Wage war with France and the Duke of Flanders; 1030|That is our object, if we can't at once 1030|Make him an outlaw and traitor as well; 1030|He doth us wrong who makes us so bold, 1030|And will not sit by while Parliament sleeps." 1030|"What are the odds?" said the Duke, "you shall see; 1030|For we have lost our English ambassador." 1030|"What are the odds?" repeated the parliament; 1030|The Duke of Flanders returned an answer more 1030|(The King himself did not understand it). 1030|At length the Duke of Flanders his speech broke short, 1030|And said, "My Lords, I have a little tale to tell you: 1030|"My friend is a man of many talents, 1030|And many talents also can I tell you. 1030|He's come at our request for a trade, 1030|To our great charge, my lords, he's come at your summons. 1030|We've bought him here, and he's yours for a guinea; 1030|In return we'll fight as your knights and your squires; 1030|There's but one cause of all our dissensions, - 1030|We want him back again for the lady May-day." 1030|"Well-a-day, good-a-day," (the Duke of Flanders cried), 1030|"We are lost for ever, all you who hate us. 1030|For if he return for the lady May-day, 1030|This is but a game to your lordship and yours. 1030|If that be the case, then I'll give you the chance, 1030|And show you how to win them by your doing." 1030|The Pope then rose, with his hood he's hanging down, 1030|And bade the barons march out of the hall, 1030|And swear obedience and faith unto God, 1030|To be whipped at the hands if they disobeyed; 1030|He looked on his flock, and gave them his hand; 1030|Then sent his Pope's Master, with every man 1030|To fight like a pilot for the lady May-day: 1030|The barons were ready in many a land, 1030|And many a baron of great prowess; 1030|But the Duke of Flanders was first in to-do, 1030|For he'd never lose in an encounter, 1030|And that he should come within feet of the lady. 1030|Thus the Pope in his hood the Pope was calling, 1030|And his face full of rage and delight: 1030|"You have made my head, for none can be worse; 1030|For if my orders should rise, and you fall, 1030|There's nothing in it that I can't endure; 1030|But make fast before you, and take my hat off, 1030|And tell her to leave off quarrels with men. 1030|My friends and I, with this great army 1030|On a grand project to raise more money. 1030|In a month-and-a-half we'll have the trade over, 1030|And all the good that it shall do thee; 1030|But I fear that our Pope must in fine tell us 1030|That the time must come when our money's gone." 1030|Lord Aldeboran and his men were sent 1030|To the field of battle to find out 1030|How to raise their money to complete 1030|Their glorious work in building Holy Week; 1030|There they found all the tricks of money, 1030|Like many a knab's, who thinks they're all; 1030|He thinks his money is good, but I say, 1030|He thinks the knabs are all wrong in him. 1030|They thought, therefore, to raise a sum that 1030|Was good of any use to them, but nought 1030|To raise the Bishop of the town, a man 1030|Who made the Archbishop of Canterbury, 1030|For it was written before they went, - 1030|The Bishop should come first and all that. 1030|He is out of place in Holy Week, 1030|If in the streets and on the pave. 1030|Then he thought a thing, that is not rare, 1030|I know not how, ======================================== SAMPLE 100 ======================================== 1287|She saw the sun a-glinting, 1287|And the stars were shining! 1287|She saw the sky a-glowin', 1287|And the sea a-mochin'. 1287|She heard the music and singing, 1287|And the glad music, 1287|And her own beloved voice, 1287|That her bosom throbbed with, 1287|Through the joyous evening! 1287|She saw the lovely maiden, 1287|With her neck so supple, 1287|So she stretched so far away, 1287|And the man came nearer 1287|With his arm so loving, 1287|As she murmured softly, 1287|'Be comforted, my sister!' 1287|She heard the song-like rippling 1287|Of happy waters, 1287|As they lightly rippled 1287|As they murmured softly 1287|'Be comforted, my sister!' 1287|The sun-beam shines so brightly, 1287|As he brightens the waters, 1287|As he glows in the vale. 1287|It rose so suddenly, 1287|And a maiden sat sighing, 1287|On the hill-side, 'mid the meadows. 1287|"O, you must give in!" she said, 1287|A sorrowful sighing. 1287|"I will give in willingly, 1287|And I will lie with my sister 1287|In the cave, for I love her 1287|"To my heart's delight, this moment! 1287|Yes, I will lie with my sister 1287|While the waves are raging! 1287|"Her bosom with love glows, 1287|And her eyes with love glowed! 1287|And she smiled upon me the while-- 1287|I'll give in willingly!" 1287|THE wild-wood is the richest, 1287|The greenest, the fairest, 1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden, 1287|And the flower of the woodland. 1287|If in the dewy moonbeams 1287|She sighs, her sighing 1287|Is the sweetest of singing 1287|From the bird and bird of night. 1287|And when all the day is over, 1287|And twilight is approaching. 1287|The sweetest of all is the singing 1287|From the bird and bird of night. 1287|She sleeps in the sunny glade, 1287|Her sleep is sweetest, 1287|And her wakefulness is greatest, 1287|While the sun is shining. 1287|The wildwood was the richest, 1287|The greenest, the fairest, 1287|And the dearest of all is the maiden, 1287|And the flower of the woodland. 1287|As she lay on her bed of leaves, 1287|She spoke aloud her thoughts of life,-- 1287|That to her a sweet dream is best; 1287|And, as she spoke, upon her head 1287|Was the bright star that shone so bright. 1287|She felt as the day was near, 1287|She felt as the shade of night, 1287|And the sweet thought of life she said 1287|Bore a lovely daughter fair. 1287|She laid her head in her lap, 1287|And a tear at every turn, 1287|Stood like a tear that dripped 1287|From the bird's raven head. 1287|She gazed and gazed upon this 1287|With a sorrowful, half-amazement, 1287|She thought within her breast 1287|That she ne'er should see her sister 1287|Again evermore. 1287|With many a sigh was she sighing, 1287|For she knew that day was near, 1287|And that the sweetest of thoughts 1287|Is the tear of the sweetest bird. 1287|The bird she knew she loved best, 1287|The bird that loved the most, 1287|Her dearest sister was,-- 1287|She wept with a happy grief. 1287|Oh! when she sees now the morning, 1287|With starlit skies ablaze, 1287|And a face which love first spied,-- 1287|What a sweet day is ======================================== SAMPLE 110 ======================================== 2558|The little girl of the mountain, 2558|A bright, blue, and golden child! 2558|The little girl of the mountain, 2558|A sunny mountain child! 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The maiden from the cloud. 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The little, little maid! 2558|The little child of the mountain, 2558|The little, little maid!" 2558|The sky was far above, the mountains high, 2558|The clouds were gray and high, 2558|And the little boat and the oars and bows were near, 2558|There was never weather like the time 2558|When I heard the oars and saw the topsail's line. 2558|"Oars and bows! Oars and bows!" 2558|I called, and exclaimed, 2558|"My bows and oars are made of pure gold, 2558|Though I know not what they mean: 2558|I would fain go on board the same I am." 2558|"Go on board!" cried one, "for God and pride! 2558|And let the boat go light--not fast, 2558|But gentle--as the breeze will blow. 2558|For God and pride and speed--we will go on!" 2558|It was an old sail, and so high and high 2558|The sail of the little boat, 2558|She sailed upon a lake of crystal light, 2558|As clear and still as the water's breast; 2558|And the wind, that was swiftest, did the least harm, 2558|And the foam, like flakes of snow, the little maiden kissed. 2558|Thus, thus, and thus did the gayest sail run 2558|The lightest, and wind the fastest, 2558|To the shore of a blue-clad lake; while each 2558|The other's name did sing and say 2558|On the water far and near: 2558|"O me! how I wish!--O me! how I wish 2558|That I might the boat of a mermaid be!" 2558|And the boat was made for every kind, 2558|And some knew how, and some didn't: 2558|The pilot was a little brown-eyed walrus, 2558|And the crew a crew of wampum deer. 2558|But the fish they never came back, 2558|That little brown-eyed walrus; 2558|So that pilot and all the fish, 2558|And all the wampum deer, 2558|Were all sent back to whence they came, 2558|To be fed to gruesomeness. 2558|And thus in silence they ran on shore, 2558|To be fed to gruesomeness; 2558|While the sun did shine on the lake, 2558|And the sun shone bright on the boat, 2558|And where the waves did laugh, 2558|There sat the mermaid and sat the deer. 2558|She sat and sang: and they said, 2558|"O me! how we wish!--O me! how we wish 2558|That we mames could be mames, and we be boys!" 2558|It was noon, and through the twilight bright, 2558|The mariners sailed on. 2558|The waters rolled on high, 2558|Till midnight broke; 2558|And the pilot and all the marauders 2558|Fled, scared and scared. 2558|When the sun fell on the shore, 2558|As if in anger, he flew 2558|And burned the eyes of the walrus, 2558|And he turned his tail and he roared, 2558|And shook his tail and he roared, 2558|Till the wave broke above. 2558|His tail he laid upon the sand, 2558|And laughed and roared, they say, 2558|Till the shore looked blue, and the water ran 2558|In the sunset red. 2558|"Now," said the pilot, "fetch me a boat, 2558|I'll row us to shore." 2558|There was a skiff upon the lake, 2558|There was a bark upon the shore, 2558|All on a stormy night. 2558|"O where will you find a boat?" 2558|And ======================================== SAMPLE 120 ======================================== 8798|Thus she her words re-summ'd: "When I of old 8798|Saw my second self coming, by my seat 8798|Serene, to me she seem'd to stand apart, 8798|Her eyes on me direct, and to my life 8798|This was the bond whereby I was enfranchised. 8798|From her I neither saw the girl, nor knew her, 8798|Till from the tree, that spread beneath us, grew 8798|A shoot; and, as it after watered grew, 8798|Dearer to me than is the sun was that ray. 8798|Admiring, I toward the height where God 8798|Rated us, turn'd me toward her: and, "Woman, now 8798|Description so sorely demands," said I, 8798|"That I for now may be satisfied, attend 8798|To what thou dost reveal." She replied: 8798|"I was a virgin sister in the flesh, 8798|But womb of an Apostle: this I came 8798|To seek, if thou hadst heart and wish to hear 8798|How nymphs in other dances fared. A nymph 8798|Such as to thee appears not, for she ran 8798|Full of herself, with feet and winding sheet 8798|Affection's mistress. Thou well mayst marvel, 8798|If she to death had come. That never cow 8798|Stayed beating was Minerva's accountant, 8798|When she discharg'd her stallion. Such began 8798|Amorous pair, and then the later fry, 8798|Ere man arose. But that which seems to me 8798|Of most consequence, concerning them all, 8798|Was their departing from the ordinary way, 8798|And from the spiritual. They were apart 8798|And alone for ever. This is Homer, 8798|And that which follows him; and if thou listen, 8798|In reading thou mayst well believe what I say. 8798|A similar delusion now o'ercasts my head, 8798|Even of the writers, who write of love 8798|In prose or in the human. I beheld 8798|A virgin cavalier courteously invite 8798|To his abode a daughter beauteous, fair, 8798|But helpless, and of simple gest they be, 8798|As months or years may be extended. With him 8798|Pass'd a tent of hospitable judges, 8798|Attending to the lawful marriage of 8798|Those kinsmen of their關[A] and of their weal, 8798|That for the king were chosen to perform 8798|His civility. E'en as I beheld 8798|A host of people, who, with loud wails 8798|Resounded, going next the ship, his own, 8798|His country's, or the first of nations' courts, 8798|He prayed that all might there in silence stay, 8798|And in their turn be appeased. In thee, 8798|O Father, I have dwelt with perfect joy; 8798|And great as is thy love, and profound, 8798|And steadfast as the steadfast showers are, 8798|Which, for their merit, yet seek no skies. 8798|Many people have believed, as I believe, 8798|That I, who made the heaven and earth, and all 8798|Things which I photograph, did sit still 8798|With silent hope of favour with the mighty 8798|That smote me from the chain whence I was fell. 8798|But love will bear us winged flight from both; 8798|And, howsoever fervent, does not lead 8798|To that celestial realm, where she, who sees 8798|The secret of everything, and knows 8798|By what passions moved me to that strait 8798|Upon which the fierce mountain Rays their spires 8798|Impress their palpitation, made the way 8798|For mortals to pass to their own loss. 8798|The honour that a faithful verse bestows 8798|Upon his author, truly hath decreed 8798|Of force and perfection: but the praise 8798|That waxeth still through him, unbounded, I 8798|Pass not unworthy of. (And this is plain, 8798 ======================================== SAMPLE 130 ======================================== 5185|To the forest trees he hastens, 5185|Throws himself down in despair; 5185|To the river, downward gliding, 5185|To the cataract's side ascends he, 5185|Bathes in the stream and water, 5185|Thus addressing Thoos-kin and brothers, 5185|Saying, these shall be their counsels; 5185|I shall make thy father's fields, 5185|Thy paternal hills, ascend with me; 5185|I shall plant and rear in peace 5185|This my son's dwelling-place, 5185|Build upon the ocean-billows, 5185|In the waters flow my waters, 5185|Falling from the thousand islands; 5185|Water freely in the eddies, 5185|Falling from the waterfalls of rivers, 5185|On the meadows of the mountains; 5185|Water in the springs of Sariola; 5185|And the spring, and waterfall, 5185|Falling from the castles of Suomi, 5185|Falling through the fen-lands downward, 5185|Falling in the fishing-waters; 5185|Falling to the falls of Pondewis, 5185|Falling on SNOW'S bosom cold-bay, 5185|Falling to the castles of Lahti, 5185|Falling to the islands forest-dwelling. 5185|In the falls of Kalevala, 5185|Gaily dances Lemminkainen, 5185|On the falls of Kalevala, 5185|Climbs in the sloping waters, 5185|Leaping upward leaps with joy; 5185|Then he wades in the river, 5185|On the blue-back of the billows, 5185|Dives in the waters of Suomi; 5185|There to swim unerringly 5185|In the shinin-stone of Manala. 5185|There he plunges as diver plunges, 5185|There he plunges as eniver, 5185|In the stone of Kalevala; 5185|Deep the grave and spacious enough, 5185|Well-filled with stones and water! 5185|Thus attempered, deep and wide, 5185|Thus secure against evaporation, 5185|From the fen the hero rises, 5185|Rising from the waters gray-lock; 5185|Floating 'mid the Lake's turbid waters, 5185|To the heights of Northland heights, 5185|To the castles of Wainola, 5185|To Wainola's halls and chambers, 5185|To the chambers of his mother. 5185|Where his beauteous mother lay, 5185|In the first of her delves, 5185|Seems he rising, rising still, 5185|From the slime and mud pooled there. 5185|Seeks he then her couch of joy, 5185|Seeking thus his cherished son, 5185|Seeking now his faithful hero, 5185|Carefully the cradle climbs, 5185|Ladders run among the waves, 5185|Rises o'er the troubled waters, 5185|To the rapine of the marshes. 5185|Seeks he now his beauteous mother, 5185|Seeking now his long-lost daughter, 5185|Thus he grasps the aged matron, 5185|Seeking now his Kaukomieli, 5185|Bounds he o'er the rolling billows, 5185|Thus he seems to float and move 5185|To the surface of the waters. 5185|Seeks he then his long-lost maiden, 5185|Still she screams, and moans, and sighs, 5185|Sees thy cradle in the waters, 5185|Feels thine anguish in the surf-waves. 5185|Seeks he now his long-lost mother, 5185|Still she shrieks, and moans, and sighs, 5185|Seeks the cradle in the waters, 5185|Goes to seek the sea-cave cave-maidens; 5185|Seeks she now the shore-stones, 5185|Drinks she holes and springs them likewise, 5185|In the deeps she speaks these words: 5185|"Whither, my darling, whither, 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 140 ======================================== 1719|I shall never find you; but the night 1719|That brings you may find me again, 1719|If I shall have a moment's look, 1719|Across the bridge that crosses all 1719|The dark, and in the portcullis 1719|Look in my face and find no face, 1719|No eyes to read my soul, 1719|No lips of ice to warm and fold 1719|My burning heart. 1719|The moon looks from the roof; 1719|In their flat embracings the men 1719|Catch glimpses of light, but then 1719|Light is a strange and sweet thing. 1719|The white-winged hawk is in the city again-- 1719|He comes in the night; we turn; 1719|His shadow on our windows burns, 1719|Fires blind by which we lie; 1719|And the night brings the sound and look 1719|He brings of the land of dreams. 1719|I go back to the place where I first found thee, 1719|I am young, I am old, old the same, 1719|I do not know how to feel. 1719|And we are alone and blind and wrong. 1719|And our hearts are weary, too weary; 1719|I am old in ways; but I am young 1719|And strong in my grief. 1719|And you shall be strong, perhaps, when time shall drive 1719|Your soul a-fleeing. We have lived too long. 1719|In our eyes, and under our thoughts, and in our dreams, 1719|We shall stand, our spirits, but our ears and eyes, 1719|As men stand watchful till our eyes shall see 1719|The thing that we have prayed. 1719|We have lived too long. The world is not our play, 1719|And not only the night is in its place, 1719|But always before we find our God. 1719|If there be a voice and a shape of sound 1719|In all the years that we have heard and seen, 1719|What a name and what a name have we made 1719|Of things that are dead and out of mind, 1719|We may make them live again and live again. 1719|What could life give to me to keep me born, 1719|To keep me going, and to keep me young? 1719|I say this of myself, that we were old, 1719|And yet young in spirit. 1719|We had not walked in death's place, but walked in youth, 1719|In light and heat, in song and dance. 1719|We had not walked in love, but walked in fear; 1719|In flesh no longer than a thing of fear, 1719|As one the end of the world. 1719|We are not strong to hear nor understand, 1719|But yet we walk as one among men; 1719|We know what is, what was, and what shall be, 1719|We know our life, our breath, and our death, 1719|Knowing our life, and not our death. 1719|Men talk of love, but what of love to us? 1719|All that we knew of love was lying there 1719|Under the shadow of the things not knowing. 1719|Men talk of peace, but what to us was peace? 1719|How could love live in the world of men, 1719|Where every day new words and new desires 1719|Might make the sun go down, and make men question 1719|And want and fear and sin? 1719|We have no hope, but we have work to do; 1719|The world speaks of hope, and knows not why, 1719|And our desire is of a sudden still 1719|And unawares. 1719|Men talk of a God, but what of a God? 1719|Before men spoke, and were not heard, 1719|Their hearts were kindled; their bright eyes shone; 1719|And it was well with many a soul 1719|That called upon Him. 1719|His name, that is full faint and strange, 1719|Hath meaning and that may sound divine 1719|To hearts without a name to know, 1719|Though many a name it bears. 1719|For many a name is fair to-day ======================================== SAMPLE 150 ======================================== 1568|With all its longs and sighs. 1568|So, when the old men wailed, 1568|I went and left them 1568|To walk by meadows in the twilight 1568|By the great church-yard wall: 1568|Or, in the dim old church-yard, 1568|Stand, with ivy clustering, 1568|Where the black ivy-tassels 1568|Hide the faces of the women in the church-yard wall. 1568|Till the autumn came with its rains and mist, 1568|And the sun, through his little silver-weed 1568|Bubbling, like a poisoned cup, 1568|Came down on the village garden-bed 1568|And washed the garden and the old farm-trees 1568|And swept them white, like a thing that lieth dead 1568|Upon the street. 1568|And the old men who said good-bye 1568|Saw the grey walls, and the black church-spire, 1568|And the white hands of the sleeping dead 1568|Lying across that dark and dusty floor; 1568|And when the days were darkest, 1568|At times, on the windows' creaking blinds, 1568|The little church-fire's flicker of yellow light 1568|Struck out upon the cold grey sky. 1568|But I went to the lonely place of burial - 1568|This is the place of burial, 1568|Here is the grave of little Hilda 1568|And here is the bed of her who died; 1568|Here is the coffin, wrapped in white fluff, 1568|And this is the prayer her mother said: 1568|O who would keep his peace 1568|By the little grave that the brown flowers keep 1568|In your sweet chestnut boughs, 1568|Or by the pall you leave so grand in the wall? 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the harvest moon's a-scan, 1568|Or the autumn sky a-drift 1568|Along the glistening grain, 1568|And the little churchyard grass is still 1568|With the dead dead little ones whom you bury here? 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the children are at play, 1568|When the summer moon's a-slanting 1568|Along the glistening grain, 1568|And you hear the laughter of good little boys, 1568|And the voices sweet of summer 1568|As they pass the old wood-gate, 1568|And a-nodding up and down. 1568|O who would be his keeper 1568|When the wind is in the hedging 1568|And the wild flowers kiss the corn-grains, 1568|And the birds come singing, 1568|With their glee and their song, 1568|To gather the golden moisture of song, 1568|And the children, their rosy faces, 1568|Follow them at the hedgerow till the cows 1568|Are safe in the pasture, 1568|And the moon is down and the rain is done; 1568|And the rain-drops dance 1568|In the wind-scented leaves of the maple trees 1568|And the children laugh, 1568|And the old grasses, wet from the rain, 1568|And the little pigs' bouncy hinds, 1568|And the cows when the pasture is full and the sheep 1568|Follow them on the ridges till all shall be 1568|They smile in their play 1568|Till the leaves dance in the little garden-grass 1568|And the sun in the little fields and the corn 1568|Keep the old joy in their play, 1568|And the tears in their eyes 1568|Stay with them as their joy in hours like these, 1568|And the children smile in their play, 1568|And their hands are full of the seeds of song 1568|That germinate songs as they smile, 1568|And the old grass in the garden grows green 1568|And fresh with the seedlings of song. 1568|They smile 1568|And the leaves dance in the garden in the moon and the sun 1568|And the little voices of children, 1568|And laughing and singing, 1568|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 160 ======================================== 2381|With a little bit of him. 2381|'Tis but a little thing 2381|I cannot see your face, Mrs. Prudence,-- 2381|It's the little that I can see. 2381|It's only the little that 2381|Cannot be pleased with; 2381|I know there was an oak-tree in the wood, 2381|And I think it's not the same oak-tree you see 2381|And the moon from the moon. 2381|'Tis only the little that 2381|Was not made to please; 2381|For though you say you know what I mean-- 2381|What d'you mean when you talk of such things? 2381|For the moon in the moon is the little that was made 2381|To be used for sun, 2381|And he said the wood was an oak tree. 2381|Oh, Mr. Little-foot, what is't you do? 2381|Oh, what is't you do to make the world so green? 2381|Oh, what is't you do that makes it so sweet? 2381|But why, when you are going to paint a tree? 2381|Where can you get a bit so soft and sweet? 2381|And how do you paint a branch that's so white? 2381|And if you were such as to paint a rose 2381|You wouldn't care about the leaves at all. 2381|So why don't you paint a tree? 2381|You've painted trees once, but you've never seen one. 2381|So then it's nothing new? 2381|And where in the world has anyone been? 2381|But I've been just where she lived and was good. 2381|Mr. Little-foot, you do not guess? 2381|Or is it only the oak tree? 2381|Or is it only the moon? 2381|Well, then, let me paint-- 2381|Where we met, a hundred years ago-- 2381|A lady and child. 2381|And it's you 2381|That I mean. 2381|'Tis only you 2381|Those places that were blue with the moon, 2381|And the sun, and the stars' soft light. 2381|So when I go round a yard or so, 2381|And pick a lock, or a peep once more, 2381|And the same old room is the place 2381|I left, to remind me, again-- 2381|Oh, do you think 2381|I ever shall complain, 2381|Or make my heart full of trouble again, 2381|That I can't give you back the trees. 2381|The moon is so bright, 2381|You are so fair, 2381|We cannot stay 2381|Long without play; 2381|The lark in the sky, 2381|I love you better, 2381|I shall try to say, 2381|And will try still, 2381|As the lark goes 2381|Over the gate. 2381|To go with the stars, 2381|To watch them soar, 2381|To look and to shine, 2381|To make a starry dream, 2381|To kiss the sky! 2381|The nightingale sings so low, 2381|She stops the world in its play: 2381|Ah, there is a part of her 2381|I love so much! 2381|The nightingale sings in the field, 2381|And a bee goes in to pollinate the stems: 2381|I am in love, and the flowers 2381|I shall find, 2381|Of the world they say my taste is coarse, 2381|But the bee's taste is heaven-high! 2381|Ah, what is it to be sweet? 2381|It is to sit all day 2381|And hear the nightingale, 2381|That sings the song of youth's golden prime 2381|And the dreams of manhood. 2382|"It is the time to stop a little for a smoke, 2382|In the dark village of Shrewsbury. 2382|A sprig of yellow holly I find, 2382|And a little old hearth to warm you a bit, 2382|And the smoke and the candlelight how they 2382| ======================================== SAMPLE 170 ======================================== 24644|And then he said, "That is so-so; 24644|Then we will all go home together; 24644|Yes, I can say that to you." 24644|Old Mother Goose, she built a house, 24644|Not knowing where to put it, 24644|And thereupon she built a bench, 24644|Not sure if that was good. 24644|She sat upon it, with her broom, 24644|And plowed the whole land round; 24644|But she found that it was not good, 24644|So she sat down upon it. 24644|Sir Ralph stayed at home, playing at cards, 24644|Calling all his friends away; 24644|But his parents would not arm them with arms 24644|Or bring them riding to the town. 24644|And Sir R--r soon as he heard it, 24644|Came in, and asked what was the matter. 24644|When Sir R--r said that he had been 24644|Forc'd away from school, and play'd all day: 24644|Sir R--r's parents were both saddled with him, 24644|So it pleased them to call him boy. 24644|Away went poor Old Mother Goose, with all her quill, 24644|And beat up Sir R--r, with a thorn; 24644|At which little Old Mother Goose began to grin, 24644|As she saw her own son look dejected. 24644|He play'd till twelve, when he came to the door 24644|With a basket on his arm, and a basket in his mouth; 24644|He peep'd through the shutter, and out stepped the Toad, 24644|For he was a very good cook. 24644|"Good sir, why come you out to rob us, sir?" 24644|"So do we, and no one is we." 24644|"Go to your mother, and tell her to come to; 24644|Good sir, we are a great train, and will keep them in, 24644|If she will drive a mile behind us." 24644|One, two, and three, 24644|Pour out of the bell and out of the bottle, 24644|They brim and they spout, 24644|And all the people come. 24644|One, two, three, 24644|Four, five, six, seven, 24644|Eight, nine, ten, eleven, 24644|Twelve, twelve, thirteen, 24644|"We never knew whether we'd get home safe, 24644|Or whether we wouldn't get home at all." 24644|Two small mice sat on a chair, 24644|One was in the corner, 24644|Two were in the chair together, 24644|Three were in the corner singly. 24644|"Two little mice sat on chairs, 24644|One in the back, and two in the front."] 24644|"Whip-poor-will's mine!" the mite in the corner murmured, 24644|"I can be a great lion man, 24644|I can jump up to the towers of Belfast 24644|And look down on Belfast town." 24644|"Oh, who will care, when the cat and the fiddle 24644|Have gone out to pasture?" 24644|The cow was going to the milking, 24644|The ox was going to the milking; 24644|And now the cats and the dogs have gone out to pasture, 24644|And the mice are all gone to pasture. 24644|"Who will take care when the cat and the fiddle 24644|Go to bed to sleep?" 24644|The rats and the cock, in a barn were talking, 24644|The pigs and the shepherds were standing by; 24644|"Who will nurse the little children when they're born?" 24644|"Who will go to the moor when the morn is alone?" 24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?" 24644|"Who will go to the graveyard when the dead come by?" 24644|It came to a pretty bed-- 24644|A pretty bed had I; 24644|The pretty mother did lie down; 24644|In a pretty bed were we. 24644|The pretty father lay on his back, 24644|Mary on his knees beside him kneeled, 24644|And kissed the ======================================== SAMPLE 180 ======================================== 15370|The best of all the sweets 15370|That come to folks who come-- 15370|That come when the time is o'erturned 15370|To some old friend of ours, 15370|When our love is a thing for tears, 15370|Our dear ones out of sight. 15370|The best of all the sweets--well, 15370|I'm not sure you'd know it yet-- 15370|Is the taste of that old home 15370|When the friends I love are nigh. 15370|It's like a cherry-- 15370|Like a cherry, 15370|I shall write at some point, dear-- 15370|I'd like for things I love; 15370|But I'd like them now, not ha'f o' them; 15370|So, a cherry, 15370|And a cherry, 15370|But I'd like to be a cherry. 15370|Of course, there's nothing better 15370|Than cherries, dear. 15370|(By the way, I love cherry-ripe, 15370|And I have a secret with that cherry. 15370|I'm not a very big lover of this flower. 15370|But I think it's the very very flower to me for which this one 15370|caterpillar, and the shrimp with white legs and antenna, and the 15370|scorpion with dark eyes and black, and the beetles with dark 15370|colours, and the beetle we call the "dumb bugs," with their 15370|black mouths and bodies like their mother's, and the tiny spiders 15370|with their tiniest fingers." 15370|But the best of all the sweets 15370|That come in a sweet friend's room 15370|Is his cherry-hole. 15370|When the friends I love are nigh, 15370|And the dear ones out of sight, 15370|It's sweetest--sweetest, dear-- 15370|When the merry, friendly friends 15370|That I love are nigh. 15370|"He who is happy oft is glad," 15370|So the old poets write: 15370|But are they right or wrong, 15370|We are far from happy when we're sad: 15370|Let's see, dear friend, 15370|Why I like this lark, and whom I love, 15370|This happy little Lark. 15370|We have all been glad, I hope, 15370|When our hopes and our fears took wing, 15370|And the earth was happy there, 15370|But when do you think the sky is glad? 15370|Do the clouds and the moon and the stars, 15370|If you look hard on their faces, smile? 15370|Is there joy in the sea and the land, 15370|If you ask it to tell you the truth? 15370|Do we ever? 15370|I see him on the water 15370|With his white sail all a-quiver, 15370|With the happy little lark 15370|At his elbow, and his nose 15370|All a-freckled with a golden curl, 15370|He loves to tell to the children here 15370|Whether it's snow or whether it's rain; 15370|He licks off the children's thumbs, 15370|He laughs at their faces, he makes them laugh, 15370|And he sits like an infant on their toes, 15370|And looks after them at their backs. 15370|The little Lark has a golden curl, 15370|With a fritch-comb of a voice, 15370|And a little bald head, and a nose 15370|Like an infant's crowning sinew 15370|He sings to the children, and when he sings, 15370|'Tis the children's music the while. 15370|The little lark so sweetly flutes, 15370|And claps his wings up high, 15370|I could hold my wings high for you, 15370|You dear little Lark, and kiss your tail-- 15370|Oh, the little Lark will always sing. 15370|I should really have to stop the song 15370|To tick the time so closely, 15370|I have such a tender way of singing, 15370|Such a dear, pensive note; 15370|I wonder why the children sing, ======================================== SAMPLE 190 ======================================== 5184|With the sword of Tuoni, 5184|With the deadly weapon of Tuoni, 5184|With the point of the sharpened sword-blade, 5184|With the blade of the God of Death!" 5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5184|These the words the hero uttered: 5184|"Do not give me this thy answer, 5184|Do not yield to my threats ungrateful, 5184|Useless to me thy threatings, 5184|Useless to me thy threats as evil, 5184|Useless to me thy evil counsel; 5184|Thou hast fooled my hero-mindsom 5184|With thy magic to transgress me. 5184|Thou shalt harm me in no wise extent me 5184|With this sword of Tuouyaya! 5184|To the NetherRuins thou shalt drag me, 5184|Pierce me to the marrow with the handle, 5184|With the sharpened sword of Tuoni!" 5184|Spake the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words the hero uttered 5184|From the court of Tuonela: 5184|"Lemminkainen, my dearest brother, 5184|Thou my strongest man in battle, 5184|Do not trouble me with threats, 5184|Do not trouble me with insults, 5184|Wound me with the sharpened weapon, 5184|With the edge of Lempo's god-sword, 5184|With the pointed blade of Tuoni!' 5184|"Kaukomieli, evil wizard, 5184|Ruin at heart, thy servant, 5184|Wizard slain in selfish rage, 5184|Charming unsuspecting children, 5184|Barter for gold his victims, 5184|Seeking for his happy future 5184|In the dismal Sariola. 5184|"Ilmarinen's mother answers: 5184|"Do not think that I accept you, 5184|Think that death awaits thee soon- 5184|From this sword of Tuoni, 5184|From the sharpened sword of Tuoni!" 5184|Thereupon the awful hero, 5184|Quick retire to Tuonela, 5184|Conjured there in fatal combat; 5184|There engaged the injured hero, 5184|Tried to kill the evil Lemminkainen, 5184|Beating him with the broadsword, 5184|Thrusting in his body thong-making; 5184|Tried to kill the hero-warrior 5184|With the magic net obtained 5184|From the blacksmith, Ilmarinen. 5184|This young man rose from Lempo's river, 5184|Stood upon a rock in ocean, 5184|Near the falls of rapid Melie, 5184|Carefully poised his broadsword, 5184|Carefully poised his magic sword-blade, 5184|Carefully, and well, was Lemminkainen, 5184|Holds his breath, but cannot fight; 5184|Thus in hopeless trouble answers, 5184|Thus addresses the young magician, 5184|The enchanted hero, Lemminkainen: 5184|"Unhappy son of Goblin-land, 5184|Rising from the sea of magic, 5184|Now again I meet thee, hero, 5184|Cometh from Tuoni's watery kingdom 5184|To complain of thine inactivity. 5184|Wanting again these nets of copper, 5184|Wanting again these eagle-wings, 5184|I have fashioned of a fibres, 5184|I have fashioned of a shaft-beam, 5184|Wilt thou let us fight once more, hero, 5184|Wilt thou accept this valiant challenge?" 5184|Thus the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|Thus the handsome Kaukomieli, 5184|Thus the boatman of Wainola, 5184|Spake these words to angry Lemminkainen: 5184|"Rising guest, expect the bowl-rer 5184|Wherefore didst send me to the tournament, 5184|To be there enshrined as an Under-captain, 5184|On the broad back of the storm-wind roaring?" 5184|Lemminkainen's answer ======================================== SAMPLE 200 ======================================== 1279|Than you would think. 1279|"I'd not be 'bove the King's'! 1279|'Twas for one that I took anither art; 1279|I hae nae friends o Christabel,' she said, 1279|'The flower was a thorn wi' me; 1279|And now a thorn it is o my sweetheart, 1279|Wha now shall cheer her, dearie? 1279|"I hae na friends o Christabel, 1279|She's grown quite mony a frustre. 1279|For mony a day she's gane frae me, 1279|And mony ane she's seen but me; 1279|And now she's seen but me, my dearie, 1279|And now she's gane frae me." 1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it here." 1279|"I think, Sarah, wha likes it there? 1279|We shall take his right, that's clear; 1279|The King's a guid sir," she said, 1279|"For he dangles by Christabel, 1279|That's clear." 1279|"I'll hae a ca', aye kebbuck, 1279|Tho' my ha%e he wad hae mysel." 1279|"I'll get a pair o' kittle breeks; 1279|There's no place like auld Scotland, 1279|For ae Scots braes by auld Scotland, 1279|Though I were ne'er o' them." 1279|Thro' the hills of Cathra's hills, 1279|To the plain of Erin's plains, 1279|She willed a kittle boar, 1279|And up the heather-brae, 1279|By the ca' of a bonnie lassie, 1279|"O where will I find her?" 1279|"In yon lane and through the glen," 1279|Quoth he, "and a bonnie lassie, 1279|That ye led on the mair." 1279|O wad ye come awa sae dearest, 1279|To wisse ye awa frae a lassie, 1279|I've a heart that canna fail, 1279|If ye'll come and be my dearie; 1279|But there's the lane and through the glen, 1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be; 1279|There the lane and through the glen, 1279|An' where will a bonnie lassie be? 1279|Chorus--O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|And see my couthie, &c. 1279|Come, draw a rune, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|An' see my lassie, &c. 1279|As ye come via, &c. 1279|O come awa, come awa, &c. 1279|O come agger, &c. 1279|Come on, my heart; the woods are growing, 1279|O'er yon hills hae waters flowing; 1279|But the rose is bonnie,--there's no denying it; 1279|Let us go on a-wning. 1279|Come, come, come, come on a-wening, 1279|For the spring will ne'er come misfire. 1279|The birds are on the wing,--we'll be nurst; 1279|But a-sail on the stream wintry,-- 1279|For the brook is growling,--'s the thing for ever: 1279|Let us go on a-wening. 1279|O come awa, dear, come awa, &c. 1279|O come awa, dear, come awa; 1279|O come, I'll be your faithful lover; 1279|But fear nought--I'll come back in another. 1279|I ken your days are flowin' young, 1279|Ye flourer, flutterin' young; 1279|But still I'm growin' pale,--the more that I think 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 210 ======================================== 3295|The words and look of some stern lover, 3295|And then, 'The old love'--what a laugh! 3295|How the long nights went by 3295|On these eyes. What a soundless sigh! 3295|What the quaver of those strings 3295|In this feverous feverous throat! 3295|"Well, if he's so good-hearted, 3295|If he loves me, it cannot hurt. 3295|But if not tender, if not true, 3295|I have other suers who can hurt, 3295|Who can work my will, though I say 'no.' 3295|I have many enemies." 3295|"Why, you are a fool!" the lover cried, 3295|As he rose and groped for her. "I thank 3295|The Lord that I am not so much in love!" 3295|And as he came, he stopped, and peered 3295|A moment where she sat, and smiled, and bent 3295|An eager question at him--his face 3295|With its wild light reflected, and his hand 3295|His mouth in, half kissing,--while his cheek 3295|Was a thin veil between them: "What art thou looking at? 3295|Or looking for thee? What, O lover, wherefore draw thy eyes? 3295|Nay, smile, my mistress, smile! I would not look upon thee 3295|For aught thou sayest; if in the world I ever hid thee. 3295|Look on me calmly--do not blink! I have a heart's delight, 3295|"I have a secret joy, I have a lovelier joy, 3295|A sweeter pleasure, far, far sweeter than the rest, 3295|A blissful feeling--so tell me, is it for thee? 3295|Ah, that's the secret delight of all my heart. 3295|Is it for thee as well, dear? But no. I love thee not. 3295|"I am jealous! I am jealous; I should be 3295|More true by far of what the maiden holds most dear. 3295|And now the truth, my good self, is this--and 'twould be 3295|Perchance a lie if the maiden did not hold it dear. 3295|I have a secret joy! What secret joy, pray who knows 3295|What secret joy my good self so thinks o'er?" 3295|She turned her dark eyes to the sky, 3295|And in that look one thought took wing, 3295|"I know not anything of secret joy," 3295|The dark girl breathed--"nor would I know it now. 3295|The secret joy of his heart, the secret joy of his life, 3295|He loves not any that he meets, nor any that grieves; 3295|He fears no wiles; he loves not fame, nor yet false praise, 3295|Nor cares for silver lips or silver blushes' scorn. 3295|"He wears a secret joy on every limb, 3295|A light upon his path, a glory in his eyes 3295|And in the eyes of all that sees him; for he hath seen 3295|Seamen and sailors come and sailed and came 3295|With shipmen in the lonely, darkling way, 3295|And never has he looked, save upon his lord, 3295|Where the light of Paradise shone out to all. 3295|"He loves not any that he meets--save one 3295|Who loved him, if to-night: a strange woman true. 3295|He loves as in a secret trance, and still they say 3295|He loves as well as he! And this same night, 3295|He comes to the tower door, and stands there still 3295|To kiss it, and go in, and enter in!" 3295|--A look of deep-sea wonder on her face, 3295|And from her trembling lips the utterance came 3295|Of a far-off song--and from the music fell 3295|Like a soft voice of love, and filled the room 3295|With such sweet sounds, that from their very birth, 3295|Each was in other unto all sweet sounds true. 3295|It fell, though she did not heed it, on love's high way, 3295|And her face turned toward ======================================== SAMPLE 220 ======================================== 4010|To watch the dusky moon 4010|Still drop a silvery gleam 4010|O'er the black, mountain headlands. 4010|When the winter storms had ceased, 4010|And chill airs swept the field; 4010|But when the autumn day 4010|Had waned into the morn, 4010|And a gray mist rolled down the stream, 4010|And drowsy cocks were cawed, 4010|His hounds and huntsmen set, 4010|The hunting of a peasant. 4010|Their hares in forest ranks crouch'd; 4010|And, when near these uplands wild, 4010|Low in the deep-wood's gloom, 4010|Where the first lark's warbled high, 4010|The master's stag went lair: 4010|The woods resounded with his bound; 4010|And the loud clang of steel 4010|Was echoed through the deep-meadow'd dale, 4010|And reedy grass-grown bracks of Mungirlio. 4010|While thus his blood was chilled 4010|As his last words he breathed to me, 4010|The hunter left his hounds; 4010|And forward, with a fierce stride, 4010|A stag drove out before them. 4010|The master sought him for a spear, 4010|But soon in vain: 4010|He fell behind the thicket, 4010|Nor stirr'd to rise again; 4010|With blood and brain aforwound: 4010|And his hounds, that held him, beat him, 4010|As on he lay a forlorn heap, 4010|While the wild stag ran mad - 4010|Stamp, trampling foot, and rout, and charge, 4010|And the woods resounded to his blood: 4010|For many a ridge, and many a tree 4010|The hounds had rack'd and goreed: 4010|And many a tree had been felled, 4010|When, in his passion of life, 4010|The master cried, in grief represt, 4010|"Ah me! what hoofs! what horns!" 4010|At length they came, through brake and brier, 4010|To the wide-reached boughs between; 4010|And there, upon the dingle's edge, 4010|From the high tree-top, down, they leapt; 4010|And there beneath the roof-tree's spray, 4010|They bore their ensample far and wide 4010|Over the meadow, field, and plough, 4010|Till all were left in dolorous mood, 4010|And the hounds were still and hollower. 4010|Then they drove onward as the need. 4010|And hark, how, with a whirlwind blow, 4010|The master, with a shout, proclaims 4010|His hounds to loose at will 4010|At once upon the hunting-horn, 4010|Or any other bough of sway, 4010|Or tree, or tower. 4010|Then turn they, still pursuing, 4010|Into the forest's heart, 4010|While the stag comes back, with shouts, 4010|And claps his rugged neck, and cries, 4010|Or, reeling back, they drag him 4010|With all the force they have. 4010|And he comes back in vain, 4010|For, though the hounds him drag, 4010|He has nothing in his horn. 4010|"O God!" cried John, "what hounds! 4010|Why, why, he never hurt me; 4010|A thing of little worth. 4010|O! may I never see 4010|My father's hut again, 4010|For aught I ask him, wretch! 4010|Save as I sought him here 4010|To do him wrong to drive 4010|His steeds from the country green, 4010|To wend a prey to wrong, 4010|And curse the bullock's heart, 4010|And curse their hoarser race, 4010|Who spurn the little game, 4010|And leave the lion's meat!" 4010|He spake and turn'd him round 4010|To pray or curse the hound, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 230 ======================================== 8197|From its own fire-swiftness, till the eyes 8197|Are tired and weary; and there's much to say 8197|That may not be said, or that will not be said. 8197|You call me 'crapulous,' yet that was not 8197|The sentiment I ever had about you. 8197|But just as I am; and the thoughts that flit 8197|On your mind, or come to me--I don't know 8197|The name or mean them--take form or substance, 8197|They are not mine to give. They all are mine: 8197|I help to form their substance, nor define 8197|The thoughts that come to me from their source. 8197|Some, at least: for the world is full of them, 8197|And I too are fancies fair--or kind; 8197|And some of you have the soul of birds, 8197|Or the souls of insects in your brain, 8197|Which glided from your memory, or else 8197|The spirit and will of somebody else. 8197|What matter?--I know the rest and all 8197|So well that, since you wrote to me of all, 8197|I have been able to gather all 8197|In one clear, crisp, shining, glowing letter. 8197|And when I find one of your thoughts, let it 8197|Be the same thought you saw in me the first. 8197|That is as true. I am sure you will say 8197|If not true, 'just plain untrue.' What's that? 8197|I cannot go to see the play yet. 8197|The theatre this week is in session 8197|To-night, and though the lights are low and shy, 8197|Ladies and gentlemen, I must say 8197|I do not choose to go on the benches. 8197|I must finish the play and send it out. 8197|'T is all the same to me though I have not 8197|One word of all the people who shall see it; 8197|And I shall go, if absent, as the sun 8197|Sets early the lamps and doors, to be 8197|Still beside her, in her presence, and in 8197|Her company, and watch her walk and smile. 8197|One must be a fool, one knows it all, 8197|One says the words the least and feels the most, 8197|One can't let love go, which will never be. 8197|I have known what is, for many a day, 8197|And come what may, to keep my heart from breaking, 8197|But now, for heaven's sake, don't let love go, 8197|Or else the world will seem as wrong to me 8197|As wrong the sun-set to one who will never 8197|Be by it, as it is to you--which is why 8197|I must not go till evening comes around. 8197|But now, and as I write to you, my hand 8197|Is laid across my heart, and with a cry 8197|I raise it from its piteous sleep 8197|In the deep silence. 'Twas the last time 8197|I breathed alone. Then, a night of shadows, 8197|A night of whispering winds and falling stars, 8197|I dared to stay with my poor lover, I, 8197|Who kept awake alone and watched and hoped 8197|He'd come to win one word from me. 8197|Then suddenly the night was overpast 8197|And with it--he! I was alone again! 8197|I have lived to-night a night with you, dear. 8197|I'll dream it through again, to-night. 8197|I will be in love with nothing less 8197|Than you, with all your wide-eyed, pleading eyes, 8197|Your warm, tender touch, your perfect lips. 8197|And I shall kneel beside you and watch 8197|Your fingers play about my clasped things, 8197|Till it seems I myself have one, and then 8197|I'll cease to see the world, and--oh, no, 8197|That pain will never give me utterance 8197|Though you should die, my darling, before 8197|My heart. I know how the great world grows ======================================== SAMPLE 240 ======================================== 42052|With the long, slow, lonely nights and the dull, 42052|Winding, melancholy miles to and fro, 42052|And the wind that comes at dawn to lament 42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro, 42052|And, sighing, sighs again, and the world's long way, long, 42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long, 42052|To the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro. 42052|So the great, white moon came to them, and she sat 42052|Far down upon the hill behind the pine, 42052|With the blue sky behind her, while she prayed 42052|To the great, white moon--to the moon of light. 42052|Her pale blue wings the gentle moonlight stirred, 42052|A mist of silver fell upon her breast. 42052|She seemed a moon without a heartbeat, 42052|An image of the moon, without a name, 42052|That the wind may weep upon the far west, 42052|And the rain fall in the far-winding rain, 42052|When the long-wandered town, long, lonely miles to and fro, 42052|The wind that comes at dawn to lament, long, 42052|To the long-wandered town, long lonely miles to and fro, 42052|Hath made his moan amid the dead of night 42052|And the drear house-door shut, 42052|For many lonely nights, 42052|And for many days and nights, 42052|Over the grave of him, 42052|On the wind-beat path, and the hill, and the moor. 42052|Oh sweet-scented hay, 42052|And sweet-scented hay, 42052|With the sweet wind in the early fall, 42052|And the sweet moon's silver light, 42052|And over the town, and the hill, 42052|And over the hill, 42052|In the foggy days, 42052|With a song behind me, 42052|A song in the dark, 42052|And the sound of the wind in my ears at night. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the bright wheaten fields 42052|And the yellow and heaped-up husks 42052|And the white, white grain 42052|And the rustling corn. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the red field and the harrow, 42052|Blow the wheat and the barley too 42052|In the corn's red-tangled ears 42052|And in the barley's brown 42052|And the purple and golden grains, 42052|And the golden spongy tops. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the red fields and the fields of flour, 42052|Blow the rice, the rice-field, well-sown, 42052|With the purple and bright 42052|And the red-golden husks, 42052|And the wheat, and the grain, 42052|As I go to the house and wander. 42052|The wind comes and goes, 42052|Blow the fields with the grain; 42052|Blow the red fields; 42052|Blow, the wind to my ears. 42052|But the grey rain falls 42052|And I sit in the cold, 42052|And the clouds with the rain are joined. 42052|Ah, and in the grey rain 42052|The wind in my ears: 42052|But the wind in my ears 42052|Is a long, long way to me. 42052|The wind comes and goes, blowing and sighing, 42052|While the night's grey wings are drenched and wet, 42052|Over the fields and the wheat-field and the husk. 42052|I go, and the wind comes with me, 42052|Over the hills and over the sea, 42052|And the fields grow white, and the husks are brown; 42052|Then the wheat and barley and corn lie low, 42052|And the long, long days fly in rain. 42052|The wind comes and goes, and the grey rain comes down 42052|On the fields and the hills and the sea; 42052|And the rain lies thick between ======================================== SAMPLE 250 ======================================== 1279|'Twere long to tell what things they were, 1279|And what their fame throughout the land. 1279|Their wives, the darling wives o' they, 1279|Whose beauties ne'er might be confess'd; 1279|Who, when the maidens o' Miss Darcy came, 1279|Gave out like bargimm'--"She's my ain." 1279|And scarce their voices heard when heard, 1279|Unless it was when he was a bachelor, 1279|O' Christabel! they could scarce but hear him. 1279|But, e'en when he sobb'd in his despair, 1279|And tell'd o' the woes that his bosom required, 1279|Their kind replies were ne'er so kind as his; 1279|But all at once, in cold blood they took him; 1279|Then dragg'd him away, as if he had transmitted. 1279|So, all in the name o' love and relief, 1279|She bore him far, she could not save him. 1279|And, what was sadder, his poor stepdame, 1279|That very night she should be left desolate; 1279|For mammy death sat by, and heard him wring. 1279|And when she came to conceal her sorrow, 1279|The night she'd been warned, and her stepdame gaed, 1279|She, too, was warned, and came to inform her; 1279|"He's dead," said she, "and it's a pity, 1279|It's sad to think of poor Mary Moor; 1279|But it's Mary's fate to fall, I know; 1279|For it's her loss, not his, that she's bereft. 1279|And, to think how Mary's life was bent, 1279|She has been harshly wrong'd and wrong'd thus." 1279|The widows left him grieving for three days; 1279|With vain complaints and angry threats he raged; 1279|Then, by a sudden tempest o'erwhelm'd, 1279|From the front of the world he sigh'd and died. 1279|As I said at the beginning o' this song, 1279|When I first saw you, I was far from understanding you-- 1279|The cause of this my wandering was from my folly; 1279|But now that I'm aware o' what you're about-- 1279|It's really too bad, I'm really become afraid, 1279|For people, I mean, as my folly and danger might, 1279|For fear o' the devil, I'm willing to give you instruction: 1279|If you'll excuse me, Miss, I'm a bachelor, 1279|But I'll be your b--h--re, your jolly b--ch, my bonnie mauve; 1279|And I'll kiss you, if I'm understood, 1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, I'm your b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie b--'. 1279|For shame, Miss, dear, let me have a fardell if I can get any, 1279|I'm sure you'll understand me, as I speak to you, 1279|On receiving it--Miss, for fear o' seeming rude-- 1279|From him whom I once knew so very dear, 1279|Your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch. 1279|I'm sure, dear, you will excuse me for this, 1279|But--for what?--I cannot tell, indeed, 1279|If you'll excuse me--miss, for I really can't, 1279|For all our conversation 's too singular, 1279|For fear o' offending, or danger, you see, 1279|My lady, my sweet, my dear, my dearest, 1279|Is by some strange chance or circumstance, 1279|With her good husband to-day--miss, dear, for me--to-morrow: 1279|If you'd excuse, dear, that I'm at your side, 1279|And I cannot say how things may be, 1279|For I really can't, for I really can't, 1279|For fear o' some danger or no danger, 1279|Dear Lady, I'm your bonnie, bonnie, b--ch, my bonnie, ======================================== SAMPLE 260 ======================================== 2863|To-morrow. She's there. She is. 2863|It is not long 2863|Until we lose the light of her. 2863|We can remember how the sky 2863|Was blue and blue. 2863|Then one is left. 2863|We may remember how the road 2863|Was dark and dark. 2863|The moon is blue and the sun shines 2863|In a blue heaven; 2863|He who drives the wind on to-night 2863|Looks at us in the headlights. 2863|The sun drops in, and we see 2863|His shadow rise; 2863|Where will it be my girl-friend 2863|When the road is blue and the moon rolls over? 2863|The road is blue and the road is blue 2863|And the sky drops in, 2863|And we see the sky on the wind 2863|Rolling past the house 2863|And down our street, 2863|And the moon, rolling, rolling, 2863|Rolling overhead. 2863|"How beautiful the sun hangs now!" 2863|You say. I know you do not like it: 2863|The sun swings back, and I am alone 2863|Who like the way. 2863|How should I love you if I do not 2863|Obey you, who love me so? 2863|I never told you. Oh, the road 2863|Was not so long 2863|I should have told you. I can walk 2863|With your hand in mine 2863|Down the stairs. How should I try? 2863|I never told you. 2863|How should I love you, if I did not 2863|Obey you, who love me so? 2863|I never said--you know you told 2863|Me the whole story, and how I 2863|Must forgive the whole 2863|You are not here. Oh, I must think! 2863|I shall call you often, and my eyes 2863|Must see 2863|Your eyes. I love you, and there is 2863|No one else to tell. 2863|You are far away. You would lie 2863|If I tried, and it were not for you. 2863|My arms are too free; there will be 2863|No more being in Reach-that-the-Rivers-- 2863|But a long way hence 2863|A windy wood-tone and bells, bells, 2863|Tolls, and then you will forget it. 2863|Oh, you must think of me! You loved me 2863|For the sake 2863|Of the moon-white sky. 2863|I should forgive you, dear heart, if I 2863|Obeyed, who obey, the heart of you. 2863|I gave you all I had, and I knew 2863|That I was wrong to turn away. 2863|I gave you all I had; I knew 2863|You held more than I did, more than I 2863|Had dreamed of, love, ever since we met. 2863|Ah, you'll not love me for this! 2863|You do not know how much I love you! 2863|Oh, not a thought of all I have, though 2863|I love you well to-night. 2863|If I am happy, let it be now, 2863|That in your love I do not think more. 2863|So, if the moon shines, do not weep. 2863|I know I should have shared your pain. 2863|That was the one thing, my child, to do. 2863|One thing would make you happy now: 2863|I should have let you have your wishes. 2863|If I was wise, I would have stood, 2863|My heart within my hands 2863|Giving you, every thought to clear, 2863|That you were happy to have grown. 2863|I never thought to put you down, 2863|But you were happy when I let you, 2863|And I know all that you want now, 2863|The flowers and the night. 2863|What would you have, 2863|Child, in the world? 2863|A friend, or nothing 2863|In the world? 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 270 ======================================== 2294|To see the sun again 2294|Swing low the curtain; 2294|To go to her a secret kiss! 2294|But never to say she 2294|Will fall when she is sad. 2294|If she is wan-heart and weak as a worm, 2294|If she is tired and worn and in pain 2294|If her eyes are blurred with the dream of late 2294|And her soul a cloud like the evening's 2294|And her heart a stone, 2294|O my Lady, rise to me and smile! 2294|And the sun will lift me 2294|To the hills I used to know. 2294|The little gray grey bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|He has made his heart 2294|His house, and the grass that clings in the dark 2294|Beneath his feet. 2294|The red fox that creeps out of the bramble- 2294|The red fox that peeps through the side of the 2294|gray 2294|In the bush of the hill. 2294|The little brown hen sits on the mossed stone 2294|The little brown hen toots her horn. 2294|She is weary of waiting. 2294|The little brown hen peeps into the gloaming; 2294|She peeps out of her house 2294|To be near the little gray bird on the gate-post. 2294|And O, how she sighs! 2294|The little gray-bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|Her brown wings stir with the wind; 2294|She sighs a long sigh of love. 2294|The little gray bird on the gate-post sits- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|His shadow falls over 2294|The brown, brown grasses. 2294|And the wind drives in over the brown hill- 2294|And the wind comes with a peal 2294|Of silver thunder- 2294|Drives on and on. 2294|The little gray bird peeps softly through the 2294|The little gray bird peeps into the grass. 2294|He does not come as a stranger, but as a 2294|mate. 2294|I have seen birds like you- 2294|You white birds that sing- 2294|Wooden bird- 2294|Stately, wise and stately. 2294|They have carved carved a symbol in the dark, 2294|They have made their souls in the night, 2294|Their souls in the night, their soul in the 2294|silence, 2294|A sin of the night- 2294|A sorrowful sorrow, 2294|A secret sadness. 2294|And I could kneel where I have always knelt 2294|If I only knew 2294|The meaning that keeps them kneel still 2294|I am weary- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate-post- 2294|The little gray bird on the gate. 2294|The day is broken. 2294|The wind blows out into the sky; 2294|A gray mist fills the sky, 2294|The wind swings wide on the grass; 2294|I hear my mother laugh. 2294|I am weary. 2294|Here is her garden path: 2294|My brother does not see, 2294|He is too young to tell. 2294|O, she has the brightest smile! 2294|O, she is so smart! 2294|She was always laughing. 2294|But now the morning is late- 2294|The day is broken. 2294|The morning is late. 2294|I will write her name, 2294|And when the moon is high 2294|I will keep writing. 2294|I will write your name, 2294|O little brown dove; 2294|It is written all in white- 2294|It is written all in white- 2294|"Dove" it runs in curly tress. 2294|My brother says I am cold. 2294|He says that I am pale, 2294|And I am weary of the sun. 2294|"My sister has a home in France 2294|With a good ======================================== SAMPLE 280 ======================================== May it seem but natural, 26398|That men should laugh and curse at a woman. 26398|She hath not the riches of a Prince; 26398|Her father and her brothers are low; 26398|And what are these? They make all things cheap, 26398|And with a curse her mouth she'll insult. 26398|She has an eye like an autumnal rose; 26398|Her cheek is fresh, her blood is warm; 26398|But one thing there is dead and stiff,-- 26398|Her heart hath a sudden wound. 26398|She is of an age unlike her own; 26398|Her birth is not in her mother's blood; 26398|She hath no mother's warmth to her, 26398|Nor nurturing mother's soft control, 26398|"She is cold to her nature;" we hear, 26398|Yet who hath felt the coldness there? 26398|But then it is cold as on a loath 26398|A young infant's breathless death is cold,-- 26398|To leave it is hard, and he that grieves, 26398|Is in the grave! 26398|But I am glad to kill 26398|The thought of her. 26398|There came to my Lady Francesca 26398|A knight of high renown; 26398|But it was written in a book 26398|That she might no more see, 26398|That I should give her up to him, 26398|And leave the rest to her. 26398|"Oh, never let this knight stray, 26398|You wicked lover true," 26398|I advised her, "and I'se 26398|Take him to you. 26398|I will make him welcome sweet 26398|As any bird is, 26398|And comfort him awhile, 26398|If only you would let 26398|Me be your lover." 26398|A little while she delayed, 26398|With that good counsel still, 26398|That I should be her faithful lover 26398|As often as I chose-- 26398|That I should send her loving messages 26398|And help her when she sigh; 26398|Should so much please her that she would not 26398|allow a man so great; 26398|And I should see her often, 26398|And she would see me, too. 26398|And so I did, for many a day, 26398|And so she came to me,-- 26398|As kind as fair could make her-- 26398|And she forgave me all. 26398|And when she saw that I forgot 26398|My promise to her, she said 26398|"I never could forget." 26398|And when she saw I had forgot-- 26398|My promise to her--I think 26398|Her heart itself did break. 26398|But, Franciscar adieu! 26398|My dear new love to thee! 26398|Let others boast their crowns, 26398|And me but one,-- 26398|I'll rather crown my CB1, 26398|Fair Sir, you were a fool to trouble me; 26398|And was it folly, or malice, 'twas well 26398|you took it ill? 26398|"O he'rt not I, then, that cared 26398|For me or mine; 26398|For if I did, I wot it were not right, 26398|And to disown 26398|What you have claim'd my sake as due, 26398|You would not do it; 26398|You knew I never would be bound, 26398|Nor any man, 26398|But in love and pleasance, at your pleasure, 26398|Myself alone. 26398|And, were it right, you think, and will be so; 26398|O, no, it ne'er hath been; 26398|But in your own true handwriting too, 26398|I'm sure you'll find 26398|I was the first,-- 26398|As sure 'twas you who meant to deceive me. 26398|But now you know me; you have gain'd 26398|My heart, by love so dear, 26398|And say, "My love, she lies 26398|Here in my breast." 26398|I've lied to you, you little bird, 26398|To rob you of ======================================== SAMPLE 290 ======================================== 1471|The one who is the centre of the day? 1471|In all things you are my only friend, 1471|And in everything I delight. 1471|Now, that ye are the centre of my day, 1471|I see no other place than you. 1471|Not aught beside I stand between. 1471|And that, no doubt, is why the tree is white, 1471|The flower is red, because your eyes are blue, 1471|And there, to you, must be a heaven more clear 1471|Than looks through my eyes; and if I could choose, 1471|I think, in all I'd choose to be at ease, 1471|Sitting apart from you, and looking at you. 1471|I do not know so much as what I would, 1471|But by and by I shall be more than you: 1471|And when I am more than you, O heart! . . . 1471|It was the wind that woke you, 1471|Waking you from your dreams!-- 1471|Torn from his sea-beat heart, 1471|Riving the sands with storms and storms. 1471|Over the edge of my bed 1471|Pants he like an angry spirit; 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|Is he as dead as he was. 1471|Over the edge of my bed 1471|Leans the fiend with hideous glare, 1471|And the blue of his eyes is blood. 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|That, I suppose, is all he wants. 1471|Theres none hath he but in me 1471|Wiser than my brother wise; 1471|None but in me is over 1471|A master so to control. 1471|And the grey of his skin is greyer 1471|Than the day in its long faint death; 1471|But the white of his breast is whiteer 1471|Than the dawning that doth seal him. 1471|And the grey of his skin is whitelier 1471|Than the dew that is soft on him; 1471|And the sky is the white that stains; 1471|For the fiends are more white than I. 1471|When I stood beside the death-gods' hearth 1471|Watching them make each his midnight mirth, 1471|Silent they were, and, like a dream unblown, 1471|Silent they made me hear them laugh. 1471|And there stood the lordly Apollo 1471|Smiling at me, the wan wretch beneath; 1471|As mine ear might catch his questioning-- 1471|"And who is this that hath the golden hair?" 1471|I saw a man like me at the hearth, 1471|And, like the man, he had a shroud; 1471|And we lived in it, and did rejoice, 1471|And talked of the dead that were to be. 1471|Asleep, they lay, and their eyes looked forth, 1471|And the dark laughed and the light laughed too. 1471|And a little hand, the little hand's play, 1471|Fell from my side; and it flapped in the air 1471|As a bird of the wilderness may, 1471|Before it has reached its long array. 1471|So, by love and dread, the night was gone; 1471|And the stars, the silvery stars, went out; 1471|But my love lay asleep, and the night 1471|Called him, with laughter, from my side. 1471|It calls him out of the dark to stand 1471|Beside my side; like a star he stands 1471|With a new laughter in his eye. 1471|It calls me from another voice to hear; 1471|But my love lay hid as a grave-clothes hid, 1471|And I heard no laugh or shout, nor heard 1471|Nor saw, nor touched, nor touched; and all the land 1471|Was dark, save where the great sea-springs wave 1471|In shadow of the old white moon. 1471|My heart is lighted where the winds of sleep 1471|Sweep all the day, and wake again like dreams, 1471|And the waters rise, and the stars rise, 1471 ======================================== SAMPLE 300 ======================================== 1054|And then he turn'd his face to the north-west, 1054|He gaed in to a frosty hill, 1054|And lo! the kirk was a-standin' by him. 1054|"Wha is it?" said the kirk-man jig, 1054|"That's just the sort o' shout ye want? 1054|A kittle good shouter, you ayeyn?" 1054|"Well, whairr would I ken? Why, that's right; 1054|The King, my dearest, comes to town, 1054|An' whaur are you comin' fra his face?" 1054|(The kirk-man to the kithmidre): 1054|"I'm come to greet his Majesty 1054|"He ges out the rope, there's no doubt o' that," 1054|(Said the kithmidre) "and I heerd tell 1054|Just now he's come down tae hear His cheer. 1054|So I've come down to greet His Grace." 1054|"Then come nae mair, O kittle dearie," 1054|(The King took off the cloak, and let it fall; 1054|Said the kithmidre, "I hope ye'll gie with me!) 1054|"Come nae mair, ye'll find, that ye're a goose, 1054|A darende lamb, that sairly weel is gane." 1054|Then mair he weel shamefully shet up his e'en, 1054|"I'm not a lamb, I'm a goose, O kittle merry!" 1054|So the kite gaed gaun, an' baith o' th' hill, 1054|Wi' a hearty cheer, an' a hearty song: 1054|"Oh! that was a dainty cheer to hear, 1054|And ane fer mor he's a royal prince o' Me!" 1054|"I ken," said the kithmidre, "that ye'd been bred 1054|O' gipsy fashions, an' your e'en's been set, 1054|That ye'll run to your e'en ye're a kingdom's crown-- 1054|It's a royal kingdom, an' an honourable race! 1054|"And, by my troth, your e'en's a royal crown, 1054|To be worn by the son o' a kittle kailyard-dame!" 1054|The kithmidre was mad wi' the goose 1054|That flew that morning o'er the sea. 1054|Weel, well, and mair did they sing, 1054|As they stood, at the kirk, the stearny kist. 1054|"For I was born to be a king 1054|Or the king's son that's sic ane; 1054|He's a king's son, an' his name's Bill, 1054|I was bred in a manger, an' I'll wear it still. 1054|"O' our Grace the King's son's my wifie 1054|I'll wed to the King at mornin', 1054|And he'll be a Royal, an' sic a noble man; 1054|I'll be sic a man, an' sic a noble kailyard-star, 1054|And he'll be the greatest kittle beast on earth withit. 1054|"And he'll be sic a man, an' sic a noble kiddy, 1054|If ye think fit, an' ye'll find it, 1054|Sic a noble beast, an' sic a royal kiddy; 1054|And he'll be sic a man, an' sic a royal kiddy; 1054|Let me be begot o' my mother's seed, 1054|I may be a wifie in my father's shade,-- 1054|I may be a man, an' sic a man, 1054|And, as long as I live an' love. 1054|"Yestreen, I was a young thing o' taste, 1054|When the window glintin' on the court did shine. 1054|My father's ane was fine, an' was as lang ane; 1054|But now their daughters it ======================================== SAMPLE 310 ======================================== 1365|As she has ever been so good to me. 1365|And so, for years, we lived together, 1365|And were as happy as can be. 1365|Now, when her husband is a king, 1365|That is all past, that is ended; 1365|Death stands over his head, as his peers; 1365|She, still a maiden, young, and fair, 1365|Tied to her husband, still a king. 1365|She may be happy,--why, she is, 1365|As happy as can be; 1365|And, as for me, what can she fear? 1365|He holds her dear as himself. 1365|No more, I grant, if my desires 1365|Have always been thy constant care, 1365|And always thy pleasure, 1365|That the maiden she is not loved, 1365|The child that was born to us is; 1365|And my heart will break if she is not loved. 1365|But if my desires are as vain 1365|As empty as the sea-mist, 1365|As idle as the idle wind, 1365|As useless as the useless rain, 1365|We two will part without regret, 1365|Without regret, or any blame. 1365|I will make you rich, my love, 1365|In the forest and the mart; 1365|I will make you rich and great, 1365|And set you on a throne to see. 1365|And I will give you kingdoms seven, 1365|As a mark of your reverence; 1365|I will banish envy and hate, 1365|And make you perfect in them all. 1365|And I will give you powers of man's destiny, 1365|For to work out the redeeming. 1365|For, in the soul, we have the power, 1365|We have the gift, we have the power! 1365|We shall be witnesses, to all people, 1365|That you and I are brothers. 1365|I'll paint a vision for your crowning, 1365|And you shall see, and say, with a sigh, 1365|"The glory of the Lord is gone from Judah!" 1365|And a world shall be a wilderness, 1365|Its people shall be scattered,-- 1365|When the Lord comes to his own again 1365|And his laws are as the sea, 1365|I'll send you roses from the heavens 1365|To deck your crown of love! 1365|I'll give you the keys of all my dominions, 1365|And you shall ride with saints on pinions divine; 1365|And we shall go with you and travel all over 1365|As if you had been there. 1365|I see you as the old Roman poet 1365|Drew his gloomy curtains overhead, 1365|And saw the ghost of the great master, 1365|Whom he made laugh, and followed through darkness; 1365|And I would see the mighty Roman 1365|In his house at Delphi with his laurels. 1365|And the poet, sitting with his laurels, 1365|Waiting for them with his laurels in his hands, 1365|Waiting with his laurels for the times! 1365|There came a man from Jerusalem 1365|To a little house in the Hittites. 1365|In his hand he held the sacred book 1365|Of the Law, and said: "I'm come to try you. 1365|Fool, choose ye whether you will be loyal, 1365|Or whether you will let me know your name. 1365|Choose ye for ever! By this star, 1365|Choose ye for ever and for ever!" 1365|And the men looked at him, said, "I choose you, 1365|We will go before you and behold your star, 1365|And say to you your name, and ask it then, 1365|And answer it, and give it back to him." 1365|And the man from Jerusalem 1365|Drew his gloomy curtains farther down, 1365|And sat down before the door in all his pomp, 1365|With his laurels in his hand, and said, "Come in, 1365|Choose whether you will be loyal or disinclin,' 1365|And when he came inside, he said ======================================== SAMPLE 320 ======================================== 27885|And the whole world looked over like 'a little child on bended knees 27885|To see another woman's husband go hurrying by on tiptoe, tall, 27885|Sly, and sullen, and dark, and gaunt, and haggard, with a sob 27885|And a look almost of weeping. So, on the road, I thought, "'Tis he!" 27885|I saw him in a line: a boy's, an old man's, a maiden's,-- 27885|So all of life stood pointed at the bride. And still I thought, 27885|"This man was once her husband!" And my head throve with pride 27885|And joy, and sadness mixed with shame. And still I looked--and lo! 27885|But a cloud seemed gathering to o'ertake me. The Bride at last, 27885|A white phantom glancing in the dark, 27885|As lonely as the mist o'er river channels. 27885|She stood silent, with her hands held clasped behind her head. 27885|And the little maids, the little maids, 27885|Cried, "Away, away, away,--away!" 27885|I thought the old man's little wife 27885|Was vanishing into thin air; 27885|And the children--ah, how I loved them all! 27885|My head it throbbed in my hands. 27885|I did not know 27885|The meaning of the world's call; 27885|I only knew 27885|That love and life were sweet. 27885|But ah! my soul 27885|That was asleep was heavy heavy 27885|With love's forgetfulness; 27885|And I knew, oh, I knew 27885|That Love is the great grave bed. 27885|The old friend leaned and plucked a lily white, 27885|And, without saying a word, 27885|He took the white lily white 27885|And blew it back into his face.-- 27885|Did he forget it? He did! and what was this 27885|He did on the road, 27885|Lest it should fade into the darkness? He did! 27885|And blown back into his face.-- 27885|It grew, it shrieked, it burst, 27885|Till it reached his heart! 27885|The old friend, he held its white cup high, 27885|And sighed: "I have blown it back 27885|Into my heart, in deep 27885|Confusion lost." 27885|"No! No!" I cried, 27885|"I will blow it into my heart!" 27885|And as I blew 27885|My white cup, into my heart it sprang 27885|With such a crack, such a shock, 27885|I knew for my own. 27885|I did not know 27885|The pain of this! 27885|I only knew 27885|There was a Cup to drink from; 27885|And I will drink from. 27885|I stood on the shore, 27885|And the waves beat down 27885|On the white sand, 27885|And the white waves beat from 27885|The great blue sky. 27885|And I held out, 27885|I held out whitely, 27885|And the storm came, 27885|And the storm poured up my 27885|And all the waves beat back 27885|And the storm poured up my cheek-- 27885|My cheeks were black! 27885|As the wind blows out 27885|Across the waste 27885|Of bare land, 27885|So across my soul 27885|The great face of the storm 27885|In the world of me! 27885|Then I bowed my head.... 27885|And the waves beat up 27885|And the fierce wind 27885|Blown down my ears 27885|To the blackness of the sea, 27885|And my face grew black as the sea. 27885|Yet my soul did not 27885|Blaspheme its God, 27885|And I drank from the 27885|Great cup, 27885|That God had made for 27885|His beloved! 27885|I have seen you pass,-- 27885|You who were loved; 27885|And the sea's foam, 27885|And ======================================== SAMPLE 330 ======================================== 1166|And I've a dream that's only 1166|A little one; an old, old dream, I know not what, 1166|And all of us who have it dream the same. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|I have dreamt of the moonlight in the street 1166|And of the night, white on the windows, 1166|And of the great moon with a light 1166|That makes all things bright. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|It's a dreamer dreamer, dreaming I dreamed it, 1166|And the day is all too soon, and the night's near, 1166|And I shall hear his footsteps on the sidewalk 1166|Tread softly by the stars. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|It's a dreamer's dreamer, dreaming there's a way, 1166|And I shall break through to him as of old, 1166|Treading softly by the moon. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|O dreamer, I have dreamed a dream with God, 1166|That I shall see Him in all things, and hear 1166|The song of His wings. 1166|It's that old dream of the Old Man and the Maid, 1166|To the light of the lantern in the corner of the room, 1166|And to God the light. 1166|I have dreamt the old song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|And I have heard the song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|Singing as he sat, with his feet in the doorway, 1166|Singing as he sat. 1166|I have dreamt a dream of stars, with little hands 1166|Stretched out to touch the shadows overhead, 1166|And the light upon the shadows, and the song of the Man in the Mossrobe 1166|And the light upon the shadows. 1166|But at last it ended in a sigh, and we heard a horse's hoofs 1166|and a gentle "Yes." 1166|I have dreamt the old song of a town by the sea 1166|Over the waves that go by, and the voices call, 1166|And the voices of strangers and things strange. 1166|It's the old song of the Old Man and the Maid. 1166|The wind is a thief, and the old house is black: 1166|The windows ajar, and the door wide enough: 1166|But there's something in the old house, something in the old air, 1166|I think, is strange. 1166|And oh, I go back 1166|To the first night I could trust my eyes at all: 1166|And the old-time faces I used to know 1166|When I was young and foolish ... well, 1166|I think they may have grown apart. 1166|I think I must have gone out in the dark 1166|And was lost in the wind, and never found 1166|The one I sought, at last. 1166|I must have gone out in the dark, and found the light 1166|Which was brighter than the wind; and I must have fled 1166|Beyond the sea of love 1166|Into the light of the land, beyond the land, 1166|And never found the light, at last. 1166|It wasn't until long years had gone 1166|Since I had seen the stars, and lived, 1166|That I found out the things I had lost. 1166|And I went back in the dark and out of sight 1166|That I'd found out what I hadn't lost, 1166|That I hadn't lost all for a year, 1166|But found it, too, and knew what I'd lost 1166|By the way in which I lived, not last, 1166|Knowing, beyond a doubt, what I lived -- 1166|Knowing the way in which I lived -- 1166|What I feared, what I sought, and what I sought, 1166|Knowing, beyond a doubt. 1166|You don't know anything yet 1166|But I will know for a year, maybe longer 1166|Till Death's hand, I know, is near, 1166|And I know for ======================================== SAMPLE 340 ======================================== 20586|In that sweet quiet, where all hearts 20586|Alike to heaven aspire; 20586|Where God is with man, in all, 20586|In all, in all. 20586|O, my soul! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|O, my body! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|O, my soul! take courage! 20586|Take it no more! 20586|In the night, where the moon was high, 20586|One that I knew, 20586|My spirit felt withal, 20586|He, of his tale alone, 20586|Had anything done by accident? 20586|It came to pass, he was in a passion 20586|At the ball of the sun. 20586|For all the evening it had been planned 20586|To have his new sword made, 20586|And the night-winds seemed to say: 20586|"He is a man of action and bold strokes, 20586|And this sword will give him a name." 20586|He took it to the court-yard, 20586|Where he bore it through the hall, 20586|And the knights that sat under the moon 20586|Seemed to applaud him of right. 20586|But when he drew it from his scabbard 20586|Into the light of the hall, 20586|They could see that it was not of ebony, 20586|But of grey stone, old and shapen. 20586|And he took the sword to go to the hall, 20586|But found it was taken, 20586|For he heard the hall-door clank, 20586|And felt the cold breath of the night 20586|Upon his brow, and his hair. 20586|And then he went his way, 20586|And the balking goose he was mad withal, 20586|And the goose-feather plumes, 20586|He cast in the fair halls, 20586|Where the court-yard beasts were slain. 20586|But what should one do, 20586|But let the things they had done 20586|Fall, and be as all the grass that grows! 20586|And what should one do, 20586|But give to another man, 20586|And leave him, sick and sorrowing, 20586|One of the things he had done? 20586|And what should one do, 20586|Now he had seen the secret sting 20586|Of the first blow he had dealt 20586|By the hands of the next? 20586|For every thing that he had done 20586|Something of the next would do. 20586|And so he went his way, 20586|And the body and the parts did make, 20586|And a good lord of the parts he grew 20586|Unto many people. 20586|But when he stood at last 20586|Upon the pinnacle of pride, 20586|They were proud enough to swear 20586|That they had seen the secret sting 20586|Of the first blow he had dealt. 20586|But as he was bending down to swear, 20586|They were thrust aside from the hall, 20586|By the force of a spear-thrust. 20586|And he looked up at the ceiling 20586|With a haughty disdain, 20586|And his face had hid the truth from his eyes, 20586|And no man was able to speak! 20586|Yet I know that he did not die, 20586|For as I looked, the body was gone, 20586|Not by death but by darkness, 20586|And I know that he lived and suffered 20586|In the dark and boundless night. 20586|O what a fearful thought is this 20586|To think of a man grown so old 20586|He could but see and dare to bless, 20586|But live to be condemned! 20586|For it seemed that God felt with him 20586|As he sat one day in His sight 20586|At the holy place, where He stood 20586|And the souls sat in the midst. 20586|And He said: A prophet has sworn 20586|Against the kingdom in my hand, 20586|Because I sent a flying dove 20586|To the great high-mountain. 20586|But I went up ======================================== SAMPLE 350 ======================================== 2619|Of a thousand times more wonderful. 2619|And the stars that shine on the ocean, 2619|And the moon that gleams in the heaven, 2619|Are more wondrous and strange and rare 2619|Than that great lady's eyes,-- 2619|More than one wonder and wonder. 2619|And that lady shall sing 2619|In a sing-song chorus, 2619|In an anthem so strange 2619|To the songs that are sung 2619|In a sings-aloud chorus, 2619|All the songs of the sea, 2619|As she sings in a cestus 2619|Of pure pearl and coral: 2619|Shall join her sweet harmonious voice 2619|To the song of the sea, 2619|All the songs of the sea. 2619|In a pool by the shore, 2619|Deep in the heart of the sea, 2619|Lies a ship that is motionless; 2619|No form of her sex or child-bearing life. 2619|But the seaman who stands on the prow-- 2619|No form of her body or youth-grown sex, 2619|But a spirit of might, and of power, 2619|And of destiny, and of destiny, 2619|And his mission is now accomplished. 2619|And when he comes back again to the shore, 2619|It is as if a great wave of the sea 2619|Had swallowed him whole; 2619|And the seaman that stood on the deck 2619|Is dead. 2619|As in a cloud, and his soul 2619|Is blown through and through with the sea; 2619|And with it through his body he bears, 2619|To its furthest confines; 2619|As with the wind he is whirled 2619|On a sea-bird's wings, out of sight; 2619|So the soul forever that is lost, 2619|Of all the souls ever created 2619|Is lost forever on the sea-winds' wings. 2619|I have known a sailor whose mind was dark 2619|And yet he was so joyously bold, 2619|To the music of the fife he would go 2619|As a man with a face all bright and fresh. 2619|And his heart was heavy and heavy he had, 2619|Because he was weary of life all his day; 2619|And so he lay there, and the wind he heard; 2619|Till the sun on the sea-wind's wings began to flutter; 2619|And he saw, like an angel, heaven outstandingly open, 2619|And the soul was lost forever on the sea-wind's wings. 2619|I have seen a maiden 2619|Who is very fair, 2619|Yet who never knows 2619|The trouble of her sorrows, 2619|How her heart is heavy; 2619|And her tears fall 2619|In streams profanely. 2619|I have seen a maid 2619|Without pride of her youth, 2619|Yet who is troubled madly 2619|At her mind's unrest; 2619|She looks upon the sea 2619|And its sorrowing waves, 2619|And is not well contented. 2619|I have seen a boy 2619|Who is all on earth, 2619|Yet is like a bird with 2619|No nest and no rest. 2619|He is sad, and lonely, 2619|And wanders from one 2619|To another, and he 2619|The bird knows every night. 2619|I have seen a maid 2619|Whose every garment shines, 2619|Yet whose hearts ache and bleed, 2619|And she is wearied out. 2619|I have seen a woman 2619|Who is all on earth, 2619|Yet a creature of the sea, 2619|And a thing of no worth. 2619|She is weary and weary 2619|Of all the joys that wait her, 2619|And I think she is lovely, 2619|For to her each is a part 2619|Of the whole ineffable. 2619|I have seen a flower 2619|Whereby she grows, 2619|But it blossom is brief, 2619|And she's but a flower; ======================================== SAMPLE 360 ======================================== 2294|And the wind-tossed trees 2294|Wander and sing, 2294|All the world is the same now to me.-- 2294|Lily, Rose and Ripe, 2294|Let's make 2294|Some merry song 2294|For a hundred year. 2294|Oh, I have a love that's more new-fashioned 2294|Than in former times 2294|The loves of others, 2294|Forgetting life's dull throngs. 2294|I will love only you, 2294|In your eyes 2294|And the silence where 2294|My soul must be; 2294|Ah, you'll be my own, 2294|In your eyes; 2294|And your presence will be 2294|As a spell 2294|That is mine withal 2294|All my life long. 2294|For the love of you, 2294|You're new as never yet 2294|Was anything 2294|To the hearts that are dear; 2294|Like a thought is your worth 2294|That you bring 2294|As a thing 2294|With the breath; 2294|Ah, I fear 2294|How that night 2294|Must have passed 2294|To your eyes. 2294|When I was a little child 2294|In our little garden walks, 2294|I saw in sweet unconscious dream 2294|The blossoms that bloom in time, 2294|And the golden cherries, 2294|Like giant dragons, winging 2294|Over the meadow line. 2294|I was a boy and all my life 2294|Was eager, eager to be free; 2294|And now, with heart beat high with joy, 2294|As I close shut with the dead, 2294|I love and praise a little boy, 2294|Who is a hero like my own, 2294|Who has stood for everything brave 2294|And stands for all a boy may do 2294|For freedom, truth and truth's sake, 2294|And holds his love more dear 2294|Than the stars that we all know 2294|And all the shining earth. 2294|If a man may work and win 2294|A little gold, 2294|If a maid may walk in gold 2294|The greenest road, 2294|If a girl may ride in green, 2294|And dance and sing, 2294|We are proud to think of him 2294|And this, is he. 2294|If the little gold he earned 2294|Be stored in soul 2294|To keep from evil chance, 2294|If the little life he lived, 2294|And all the world to share, 2294|His gold and all must share! 2294|So we dream, we dream, and dream, 2294|In the golden light, 2294|We dream, we dream, in the dream 2294|Of a little boy or two. 2294|We have dreamed so long 2294|Of a little gold, 2294|That he never wakes 2294|And we never can know. 2294|He is buried by the sea, his name is Good-bye, 2294|But Good-bye is not always Good-bye: 2294|And in the far-away, sweet World I roam, 2294|I'll never see his face again. 2294|We have dreamed for a little gold, 2294|And Good-bye is not always Good-bye. 2294|With the sun upon the sea, 2294|And the waves upon the shore; 2294|He is gone with the sunshine that is so sweet, 2294|We have dreamed for sorrow, and he's gone with it all. 2294|We dreamed and dream. 2294|"I love you, little daughter 2294|And the world is sweet." 2294|"I love you, little son 2294|And a world of sorrow, 2294|I love you, 2294|And the world is sad." 2294|"I love you, little boy 2294|And the very depths of pain; 2294|I love you, 2294|And I know you are blest. 2294|"I love you, little wife 2294|And the home is all so dear; 2294|I love you ======================================== SAMPLE 370 ======================================== 24815|To a happy, careless life." 24815|_To the tune of "Cameleon's Mistletoe," which was composed by 24815|_From the famous _Fiddlestock_ of the English, 24815|when the _Trojan_ war was over." 24815|_I sing a lay, 24815|Of three great poets of the world. 24815|Brave Milton, and the Hellenic Philander, 24815|And Voltaire, the mighty Frenchman _sent_ back 24815|From Italy by their mighty Poet King! 24815|Their voices, I hear from far on the air, 24815|And feel the power of their mighty lays; 24815|Their poems, as in me breathes a breath, 24815|With my life sing a chant with all men; 24815|With the loud, the high, the clear, 24815|And the deep melodies, 24815|Of the world's first genius! 24815|And now, 24815|When time began, 24815|Milton grew old, and died, 24815|Or e'en the poet of Greece grew old; 24815|While Voltaire, the mighty saint, 24815|His spirit through the ages drew, 24815|And breathed his soul into man, 24815|To be breathed into him by none; 24815|He lived, and died; 24815|_All rights reserved._ 24815|Possession of a glorious, though perilous undertaking, 24815|A struggle, a sufferance, a struggle too great for pride; 24815|The heroic poet, the great saint from whom we owe, 24815|Whose spirit through the ages drew the breathless blood. 24815|_Possession_ _No. of songs sung._ 24815|But what _the_ songs are, I do not know, I only know 24815|They speak of something, something, something more than words, 24815|_This_ is the man, by whom the world was laid. 24815|_Possession of a glorious, but tricky feat._ 24815|Here a bold man stands, a bold, a bold indeed alone, 24815|To the right side of the House of Commons he hath gone: 24815|And round about him crowd the Commons of his choice, 24815|A throng of them; the crowd is of men like unto men; 24815|There too are old and young, great men and juniors low, 24815|With some of them great enough to be great themselves: 24815|Here too are the learned; learned men and learned low; 24815|A throng of them; the crowd is of great men and high; 24815|But ever and anon there meets a crowd like this, 24815|So filled with good sense, and science, and science. 24815|Here also do we some that have power to speak, 24815|Who have learned great power, and great learning too, 24815|And of whose wisdom I speak most, Susskind, who wrote, 24815|In the Latin tongue, my poem, "La fille." 24815|"I cannot say but that in a great work's greatness 24815|You find a certain sweetness," is the way I should say you: 24815|But a very great poetry is of the spirit: 24815|Then, to see what might be, but that you see, say I! 24815|"To love the good of his kind," the poet says with a smile 24815|He has made his own, he has made his own good, 24815|He has broken the great of his kind and its greatness 24815|With the little of his, that's worth the least of its glory. 24815|To be, and not to be, of the great, and to find 24815|The greater for being, he would have us believe, 24815|And this is the reason that, by and by, he shall die; 24815|No man has the right of being more great than he, 24815|And no man the right of being better than he. 24815|'Tis the great God to whom we are not subject yet: 24815|The great God, who cannot die, and who lives long: 24815|From Him we are all, whether in heaven, or hell, or earth, 24815|We are all from the beginning, ======================================== SAMPLE 380 ======================================== 30659|_Vivien_, the maid of "La Belle Dame sans Mercy." 30659|We met at the club once; but when 30659|The night was out and the lamps all out 30659|(The Laundress caught the shivering man 30659|With his last drink of intoxicant), 30659|We dropped the rag, we flew the float, 30659|We sailed off together like a gale, 30659|And I'll be dazed and unconfined 30659|And you're locked in the dark with me. 30659|Oh! for a secret place of grace 30659|Where the waters are still and the sea 30659|Is a forest, and never a face-- 30659|There's a quiet for quiet that has no sound. 30659|But in silence I will steal away, 30659|My lips will still and my eye will meet 30659|The silent gaze and the quiet still 30659|Between two pools of rippling brine, 30659|And the wind will be the brooding wave 30659|That we, too, shall forget and forget. 30659|A little room at the edge of town, 30659|A door with a rickety latch, 30659|A screen of leaves and a drift of gloom 30659|And a spider's breath and a spider's web, 30659|And a lamp the window-pane--but death 30659|Is not a room for the living: not when 30659|The flesh is hot with the heat of life, 30659|And the soul's the flesh of a worldling hung. 30659|He'd run for the woods and been blown-- 30659|The sun was beating on his face, 30659|And he jumped on the edge of the water 30659|And dropped his raft and was back again. 30659|For the world is our plaything, and then, never 30659|We are pelted with stones, and none seems good, 30659|And the dullest man is always the best-- 30659|But the heart of the world is a lonely man. 30659|The heart of the world is that solitary place 30659|Where still the wind stirs the water, and a spark 30659|Of fireflies, from the house-fronts under the trees, 30659|Flitz away the night: and a shadow near 30659|Brings a man to a world and a friend, 30659|And the world to his heart is a dead world of fear. 30659|But the world's a lonely world, but there is a door 30659|Where the moon comes up above the house; 30659|And there from the window the stars will peep, 30659|And a bird will fly to the stars again, 30659|And the world's a star in the lonely sky. 30659|And a star will fall and wane and wane-- 30659|Then all the world is still, and you hear 30659|A voice that is not like the wind's, a voice 30659|That is not like the moon's--no voice, not one 30659|Of all the music that the stars have made. 30659|The world is a house with many doors, 30659|And a foot that is not sure; and if you make 30659|The stairs a little higher, there will come 30659|A little shadow from the door of sleep. 30659|In the dark it waits, and he that goes 30659|Must go with a long, long glance behind: 30659|If the moon should shine, he knows it will shine-- 30659|For the house is the soul of him that goes. 30659|O, no door where there is no door! 30659|Too many secrets lie in store; 30659|Too many shadows that were set 30659|In the days that are to be. 30659|The gates of the world were not made 30659|In a day nor in a night, 30659|Nor of the days that are to be 30659|Were they not made in a day. 30659|They waited for time enough 30659|Until the appointed time, 30659|And time will not be turned to wrong 30659|Until the shadows come anoon. 30659|For time is turned to wrong, I ween, 30659|Even on its appointed quest, 30659|Until the shadows of the years 30659|Around its coming come anoon. 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 390 ======================================== 1008|the other, whereupon he exclaim'd: 1008|"What mad moveuoyst thee, Guelpho! wrong'st me 1008|across the road, that I should strike thee?" Then 1008|I replied: "The deed is not amendable, 1008|lest by thine anger thou shouldst better know my will." 1008|"It shall be done," he replied, "by that thou 1008|shalt slay him. This is Ser Branca d'oro, 1008|of the Merry Men, who revengefully smote thee." 1008|"Now help thee father! speed I thee that thou kill 1008|Rosa, if still she live." And he: "Stand rooted 1008|out of this place, and let him there stand, 1008|Who down amid verdure veers suddenly, and speeds 1008|on his way with heavy step." And I: "Thy will 1008|is for thine only. But tell me, father, tell me, 1008|when thou com'st to the cithern, where I may find 1008|some one else so feruiful." He replied: 1008|"When thou com'st to the cithern, the highest heaven 1008|will all be one canopy, and in the centre 1008|Rosa shall be with Bonnie Maupertuin, 1008|Bonny and full of glee. Over all them shall 1008|Rosa point with her ardent bonny brow: 1008|And there over Royo shall bow, when with sweet 1008|shrill cries she shall make him joyful. I not ask 1008|that ye mourn for him: such would have been his 1008|guerdon; and such would have been your chances, 1008|sitting in the Harem or the Bastile." 1008|After my own heart had for its point of departure 1008|southwest, the virtue which had led me there, 1008|from low hanging cloud emerged in me again, 1008|and declared to me the place from whence it came, 1008|I thought I saw the chapel of my fathers, 1008|which holds sacred in my memory. Round about 1008|it were placed the spoil of Almayn, the city 1008|where Perugia of old our Po was hold'd. To it 1008|I straight descended, and, as I went, my finger 1008|took the sign in blood, which there embroider'd 1008|the ground. Miller alone did not turn his eyes 1008|toward me, nor Allen by her deliv'rance, 1008|but aloft the air pocket, that receives 1008|splend'rous rain, reviv'd in like manner, as they 1008|who enter, and that receives them, evaporate. 1008|I next beheld Cardinal Contaré, and last 1008|was Lanòd, who at the terrible fight 1008|comprehend'd not, nor yet understood the word 1008|"Libero" (Libertad), by whose voice, I think, 1008|something, either literal, or because understood, 1008|was lett to flake the moon. Before me also 1008|appear'd a multitude, exceeding mortal in seemly design, 1008|but signifi'd VELLO and VELLI, signifi'd VERROE, 1008|stoning and terror. Each with down-cast eye 1008|view'd them, and straight began to groan; but soon 1008|recovering heart, cries: "O thou, who ever remainst 1008|moist-ne mouth unto the woeful cry of the vanquish'd, 1008|us round us do not revile: this behooves us now 1008|worship and be ye ever mindful, paler than 1008|ever: here be evil and here be well-doing." 1008|They on my words a sudden rais'd their baskets, and 1008|usedly each did offer to me his precious portion. 1008|When they had fleshet'd my cheek with ointment so Divine, 1008|and my forehead with balm so fixt, that none thence 1008|out would eas'd his visage, turning sometimes 1008|his countenance other time so wrapt in thought, 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 400 ======================================== 7122|She could have borne more than that she did! 7122|And that she did in full, without fail. 7122|No more a woman, she was changed 7122|From what she was at first to what she seems; 7122|And while her husband felt her Love 7122|His heart was much more sure in that. 7122|'Tis said that when she ceased to be 7122|He could no longer wait for her, then, 7122|And took to Love as soon as his desire. 7122|And so, for years she stood in sight 7122|Of most that she loved, and did them all, 7122|In spite of circumstance and shock; 7122|And, as she lived, her name became 7122|A kind of religious custom 7122|To mark her life, and hers alone. 7122|And so, when she a widow found 7122|And sorrowed for the children four, 7122|And all who had been for her rejoice, 7122|She was a Virgin still till death! 7122|And still she lived and died a Virgin still! 7122|My Child, you learn from me, in this place, 7122|How true your parents were. I have known 7122|A wife, another a mother very smart; 7122|And some in child-birth and some in age; 7122|And one was young in love, and in hope the sweetest-- 7122|That's just whom God gave some women to be with. 7122|But still they lived, they did their daily chores, 7122|And gave to others what they could not earn, 7122|Or have an income for it; and each one 7122|Had all that was his or needed to enable him 7122|To live and flourish--love and children naught. 7122|There was a child at school, an only child-- 7122|One little, and of little faith, and only hope; 7122|At least, she never thought of him and had no notion 7122|How hard was she beset with all this heavy duty. 7122|She had no money, and her bread was scanty, 7122|And every cent she had her duty to fulfil. 7122|The father had no money, as also she, 7122|For the little one that lived with her, and was his own. 7122|For the child she never left the door ajar-- 7122|To all she did she did it just the same way; 7122|And she kept his school-room, his school-room the same 7122|But all so clean and tidy he used to call the next day. 7122|For the father was quite lavish; he gave her 7122|A basket, and a piece of cloth in every share; 7122|And he sent her a large quantity of hay, and a good 7122|Full basket, though it came to little to fill! 7122|And so they lived, and passed their holidays; 7122|The child was blessed and the father pleased. 7122|For as they went through it all I saw him smile; 7122|And as though in answer to a prayer he'd say: 7122|"No matter how hard it seem, I've done thy favour!" 7122|So through it all, I see them both with smiles 7122|Living ever with thee, and ever, till the day I die! 7122|If it be your part to want and to wander, 7122|I would not complain or to beg for a favour; 7122|For your love I can live on no other food 7122|Than that which you give me from a love that is loveable. 7122|I think of you in all kinds of weather and weather, 7122|You are happy with me so when no joy I do see. 7122|But if a friend in the past have tempted my soul 7122|With good food, it can only complain or groan, 7122|"We're not as we used to be. There isn't much joy in it." 7122|I do not know what I should do if I could only be 7122|As happy as I can be in this busy world of ours. 7122|My mind is quite full of thoughts that now I recall; 7122|But I feel it would be good. 7122|The same is true 7122|Of friends whom I loved so, or whom I know are not beloved. 7 ======================================== SAMPLE 410 ======================================== 1165|That never yet was by the sea, 1165|And never yet was over the strand, 1165|My eyes are ever full of light, 1165|My thoughts are ever on the shore. 1165|No sun there is, but shadows fling 1165|Invisible sparks of fire 1165|Into the ocean's blue, aglow; 1165|While on my soul there seems no goal, 1165|No goal, but, somehow, a desire 1165|To be, be, be, far away. 1165|Some time before the time comes, I know, 1165|When I have passed to some other life, 1165|And laid my face against the light 1165|Of some bright sunny little star, 1165|With its light and music of delight, 1165|And known what joy was ever mine, 1165|There is a quiet life beyond 1165|The dark and stormy lands between 1165|And far away in fields and hills 1165|I know a quiet garden life, 1165|And I must come and wait and reap. 1165|But though the garden was my home, 1165|And though, a while, it seemed to be 1165|As if a golden future shone 1165|Upon me, and my days were spent, 1165|And though I did not miss the ground 1165|As I had done before, nor meet 1165|The flowers of summer anywhere, 1165|I do remember how we walked 1165|And heard the wind speak soft and low 1165|And the long grass sighing under it, 1165|And the sweet grass under us sighing, 1165|And I, a little boy like thee, 1165|To-day, at eleven o'clock 1165|Came down the river where it flows 1165|And came back with mother's look, 1165|And, looking at the flower-beds more closely, 1165|Could see their tears and hear each other's sighs, 1165|And loved the sobbing words they said 1165|And all the little voices whispered all together. 1165|That little boy stood in the sun, in a golden net. 1165|Little he dreamed of a life of bliss, 1165|As he swung in the net's rim. 1165|He saw only tears and laughter 1165|And gold with rain-drops wet. 1165|He was only a little boy, 1165|But I have seen a golden future hid away, 1165|Now I know it all too late. 1165|A long road stretches before me, 1165|A long road where the tears are wet, 1165|A long road where the gold has flown, 1165|And I have travelled it all alone. 1165|With weary feet I tread it through, 1165|Till the cold sand waves my face. 1165|I tread it in twilight dim, 1165|Where the wild winds whistle shrilly; 1165|I hear the angry tide moaning, 1165|But there is nothing so brave, so brave, 1165|As life when it is young. 1165|A little child I am no more, 1165|A child I am too small for care, 1165|A little child in the dark where stars glow light. 1165|Ah, there again I may float with the wind's melody, 1165|And lie under the stars shining light-like, in the sea. 1165|No more in the deep sea I see my dim heaven, 1165|For the earth has grown old and the gods lie dead; 1165|And the long road stretches before me, 1165|A long long road where the tears are wet, 1165|A long long road for the little one that's free, 1165|A little soul to journey over and over again. 1165|I am a little little boy, I am glad 1165|Of the little things that I have, glad and brave; 1165|I am good at hiding my heart from the world, 1165|And glad of the little things that I have, brave and glad. 1165|For the little things that are mine are joy and mirth, 1165|And a little boy in the world is happy and glad; 1165|And then out of the little world of my heart 1165|I can look in a hundred directions, 1165|And every little joy is a joy and mirth ======================================== SAMPLE 420 ======================================== 28591|For thee thy future was so bright? 28591|Thy faith was so strong and sure! 28591|Thy mind so bright and clear? 28591|Thou hast, thy faith, the work of every toil. 28591|For this the present was best, 28591|For this, thy work is not an empty one; 28591|Thou hast preserved and kept the world of God 28591|For the sake, O heart, of all thou hast, 28591|For the glory of each sun and earth; 28591|Thou hast been the father of all men, 28591|In thy heart's most secret deeps, 28591|When the spirit longs forever 28591|To be one with God Himself! 28591|O heart of mine, my heart thou art, 28591|And I am here to serve thee, 28591|My soul's immensity to take 28591|One portion of thy perfection. 28591|Thy hand, too, is in me, 28591|And mine thou art to-day! 28591|My soul doth speak in me: 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My heart doth speak in me, 28591|I have heard the angel's cry! 28591|My soul doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|As thou hast spoken in thee, 28591|So thy life doth speak in me; 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|Thou knowest what word is best!-- 28591|My soul doth speak in me, 28591|Let the heart choose if it will! 28591|Thy life doth speak in me: 28591|How many hearts may be 28591|In a thousand words that speak 28591|What God wills not to speak? 28591|Though I was born to hold and teach 28591|Truths that none but love may know, 28591|My voice, though I were born to speak 28591|God's perfectmost word above, 28591|My voice is far away on wings 28591|To speak things that I ne'er can know! 28591|Not mine to choose the words to speak, 28591|Though I should choose to set down; 28591|Not mine to choose the thoughts to shape 28591|That may become words of praise; 28591|But, O heart, to make thee more complete, 28591|I ask it of thee, my heart, in vain!-- 28591|Wake, arise! I am coming near; 28591|I have been waiting for thee, sweet, 28591|All day the deep silence held; 28591|The wind, above the forest-bough, 28591|Hath whispered to the grass, "Be still." 28591|But, O heart, let thine own voice wake; 28591|O heart, take heed! in God's own name! 28591|Out of thy silence let fall 28591|The words of truth, thine every day; 28591|Be thou the instrument, and I 28591|Will play the music for thee. 28591|The song of God, when he made man, 28591|Thou knowest, thou art I; 28591|And, then, on what remote, ill shore 28591|Did the first thoughts of thy first parent drift? 28591|Canst thou believe thine own hollow lies-- 28591|Thou canst not believe, but must? 28591|I cannot lie; but if I could 28591|I would speak out; and so, thou must; 28591|But only for the love of right; 28591|Canst thou believe, I say, 28591|That God thy Maker made and framed 28591|These frail and earthly things 28591|For thee, and me,--but canst thou, since thou 28591|Art not thy Maker, leave 28591|Thy Father's work undone! 28591|I cannot lie: my lips confess 28591|The truth of what I dare not speak, 28591|But, being blest that thou art, 28591|I ask thee this, that in silence I wait, ======================================== SAMPLE 430 ======================================== 28375|With me, if I have any more, 28375|And if with any any other men 28375|'Tis a hard thing to love, though you may guess 28375|'Twas not to be wished. And if you do, 28375|'Twill be a joy in Paradise, you know, 28375|But I fear--there's something else in store: 28375|For though you do not know what 'tis, yet 28375|''s soul is--is--God's soul? and--that's your sin-- 28375|Or--not to be so wise! What I have done 28375|'Tis, though I knew the secret, I can't tell, 28375|Though all my memory's lost to so small a part, 28375|My soul is, although my body be dead, 28375|And--though it's true; but what is that to me? 28375|If I could write (since I am blind) in verse 28375|What you, and I, and you and I alone 28375|Could never guess, 'twould be more than clear; 28375|And if such verse I wanted, I might say 28375|You're a devil, and I'm a hypocrite, 28375|For all men are, and yet that's not enough, 28375|My sin, which once was as my body, is 28375|One of the first objects of my sight, 28375|And still my name and name-branding come 28375|On all you think--and I--and you all. 28375|That's true, but--when, and how? 'Tis as plain 28375|As any one--and 'tis my fault, I swear, 28375|If I can leave my soul in Heaven or Hell 28375|And have a right to blame my own fault, I will. 28375|This, when 'tis said, a man may well deny, 28375|And--though so much the best in every place-- 28375|When that the truth in one can't make plain, 28375|And that it's the whole truth that's so, well, plain-- 28375|But then you'll find your soul is not so good 28375|And not so happy, as when you wrote-- 28375|For if 'twere known to God, His eyes would frown; 28375|But God is blind; all things are unknown; 28375|And 'tis all thought of all, and then--nothing done; 28375|In my last day, I was most pleased, I know, 28375|As if no world should go before me, and 28375|That I could look, if I might, down from high, 28375|And there see a city (God had me wrong)-- 28375|Not a little city; and a cloud, that, all 28375|In white,--like the white clouds that sail on high, 28375|Might be the clouds that cover and all be there. 28375|But the God of Heaven said, He neither knew, 28375|Nor will be found, if that false cloud be so, 28375|When the true one does, which I--might be true-- 28375|Would have made--as I have done; and the skies 28375|Were all--but I--so near to--I--my soul. 28375|If there were room for truth in fancy, 28375|And God's truthness could make men believe 28375|What's false--there were room for it in me; 28375|But that's not Heaven: it's folly to fret 28375|Upon a mean and trivial interest, 28375|And then--when that, which was false, goes to the wall, 28375|To come, and make, and go, and--in short, all, 28375|Go out, and bring no other answer back 28375|Than that it goes out--I had no thing; all 28375|The rest was--what they were: I had no more. 28375|I had no desire, no end of strife, 28375|To be so fondly led from good to bad; 28375|No--no--not such a love, or so much love 28375|As might have given me a hope to live, 28375|Were it but friendship, had been but friendship. 28375|O why should I that love, which made me good, 28375|Which made me a man and gave me all ======================================== SAMPLE 440 ======================================== 1279|To drink, and say his prayse, and then away they must away. 1279|In the time of my boy Chris'le, 1279|When you were singin' an' I med'k'd on the'r, 1279|Losh! maistly I was stennett, 1279|An's day I coost na' for sleepin', 1279|Till out o' tha I catch a glimpse-- 1279|Struts wi' the rest--struttin' erect! 1279|O it's a' for the'r stanes o' the world, 1279|I tremble at tha in my ay! 1279|Is it my heart that's aye beguil'd? 1279|Is it tha, that can keep me from despair? 1279|Tho' I be nae mair a fool, 1279|Still, still I hae feelings,-- 1279|Oh, what's the good o' a name, 1279|Since it lies round as a garland in life, 1279|An' sae fine is the smell in the ewes 1279|Of the bonie air o' the lave o' the ewes! 1279|But I sha'n't forget the days o' my youth, 1279|An', looking back, I can faintly see 1279|A brief window of this flower-fair country, 1279|When love grow'd aye sae blossomy an' green; 1279|When life's a wee thing made easy an' hale, 1279|An' the bonie smile o' love blaz'd in our e'e. 1279|But aye aft, when my heart is thinkin' o' thee, 1279|To live in the hour o' my youth again, 1279|It seems that its auld, but true half-freeze,-- 1279|Oh, the auld time when love was the only law! 1279|Come, lassie; 1279|We'll divide 1279|The dawgin 1279|Between us. 1279|Come, lassie, 1279|We'll separate, 1279|An' never look sic-- 1279|The dawin 1279|When Heaven was makein' 1279|For manna to eat!-- 1279|Lassie, O come between us, 1279|This bonie morning, 1279|When the dew shines 1279|Frae the heather 1279|An' the broomy braes 1279|Are blawnin' ag'in: 1279|Lassie, O mak ease ye me; 1279|I'll think o' thee, 1279|To live ayont the graheid 1279|In ane but a day: 1279|Then I'll think on thee, dearie, 1279|When the dew shines, an' the day is a' passed. 1279|My heart is a' the tane, 1279|My heart is a' the tane, 1279|The tane o' my heart in yond' o' its fashion, 1279|Aye true to the see! 1279|I care na by a stone 1279|For a man i' his graheid; 1279|I care na for a wife 1279|In a' her pride nor her fame: 1279|Gie me ae dear thing, lassie, 1279|To live wi' thee. 1279|The bonie rose blooms early, 1279|The bonie rose flowers early, 1279|An' the mavis tunes her bells an' cairns early; 1279|But the dearest thing to my heart is my Lily. 1279|The dearest thing to my heart is my Lily, 1279|As I sat on the stane, 1279|When the burnie fillys a' were clinking, clinkin', clinkin'; 1279|But the dearest thing in the world to my heart is my Lily. 1279|Then up an' clink, and turn'd up the burnies, 1279|An' straight on the cow-hose sing us a round of cheer; 1279|Oh! we're rowthoven and rowthoovesome, 1279|But ane will be left behind to his Mamma! 1279|TUNE ======================================== SAMPLE 450 ======================================== 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|You may count that as a twa, 1279|Sic a woman, for her looks, 1279|You may count that as a threapol, 1279|You may count that as a ten. 1279|And oh, wha shall our leader be, 1279|And wha shall our raja be? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|By day and night your watch keep, 1279|And at night when your summons comes, 1279|Respect the queen of love. 1279|Her look is like the morning, 1279|Her air like the April air; 1279|Her wit like the snaw on the snaw, 1279|Her grace like the glister of jew'n; 1279|Her pow'r like an infant's wit, 1279|Her love like a youth's desire, 1279|Her health like a nation's wealth, 1279|Her wealth like a queen's crest. 1279|Now wha can compare her twa, 1279|Her beldam and her dame? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|Now, wha shall our raja be? 1279|Sic ten Neuk, or fifteen laird, 1279|To Queen M'Donald, be weye; 1279|For he and his kind sou' Westlin 1279|He'll make us what we want! 1279|Skipper, skipper, let us fly! 1279|Skirmish, skirmish, let us win! 1279|And oh, skreen for our skipper, 1279|Skreen for his sake and me! 1279|Let's quit the down and the dun! 1279|Let's follow the trail behind! 1279|'Twas Ibbles gat off a cargo, 1279|And said to outriggers, my dear, 1279|"Gae whip up a beam and a let!" 1279|O skipper, I've been toying 1279|With a gud toaster's pinion, 1279|I will not gie my pinion 1279|For a gud toaster's pinion, 1279|That's a voyage like a bo'sun's rummer, 1279|While I am a toaster. 1279|My father and my mother 1279|Were farmers in the country; 1279|But my father died ere I was born, 1279|And my mother's heart died a tear. 1279|But, as fate would have it run, 1279|My father and my mother 1279|Got together shares, and there 1279|Sparkled all their hearts' crimson dye. 1279|And there bloom'd the toaster's cherry, 1279|That's now skitt'd like a beggar's crow. 1279|Now a beggar's crook is worth a crook, 1279|An' my toaster's cherry 1279|Cannot be class'd with those 1279|I cannilie sticht wi' toaster's bran; 1279|But, oh! it's very like me, 1279|And like me fairly dapper, 1279|To be the jig for toasted cherries. 1279|It was a braw young man; 1279|He had a wee bit mare, 1279|And he travell'd far to see 1279|If he might get on wi' her. 1279|But he had nae mair pleasure, 1279|For he carted her away 1279|And he wove a garter ayein. 1279|And he has a wife for to live 1279|And she's a dit wi' the best. 1279|And he has a hap to give, 1279|And there'll be daffin or die. 1279|I saw a young man speeding, 1279|He was ae daut o' horn, 1279|When he should brake his ome, 1279|The bells would ring a whistle-bell. 1279|And he started frae the loons, 1279|And bleezed them a' abune, 1279|And blaw'd blithe as a linnet 1279|Upon the mountain's brae ======================================== SAMPLE 460 ======================================== 16686|And that the night was going, and I'm sure it was,-- 16686|And then I should think the stars had lost their power on earth, 16686|And earth and heaven were gone together like a dream; 16686|And, while my head was lying on the pillow, 16686|A soft light seemed to fall from heavenly things. 16686|Then I heard a voice, and there in the middle of the room 16686|Was the form of a girl I used to know so long ago; 16686|And the golden light fell on her, and a soft voice said,-- 16686|"Be a dear and kind, good-morning, Mary! 16686|May the flowers you gather this night be ever near you. 16686|A kiss, a word, a smile, and a rose will strengthen you, 16686|And the roses will bloom from the dew of kisses." 16686|Then, in the sweet light of the sun, I gathered her 16686|So I kissed her--and the sun went up above me; 16686|But she turned and smiled, and the dew of kisses came 16686|Into my eyes, and a soft voice said,-- 16686|"I am happy, my little sweet,--I am happy. 16686|Come, sweet sleep, thy soft wings let fall over me; 16686|Sweet sleep, that will not sleep till morning shall rise!" 16686|And then she kissed me--and the dew of kisses fell 16686|Down my cheeks, and flowed like sweet dreams from my eyes. 16686|And the soft voices whispered, "O, the days are beautiful." 16686|And the angels cried, "Good-bye, good children, good-bye." 16686|They went over the heavens and the earth and came again, 16686|But the dew of kisses fell never again on them; 16686|And the angels cried, "Good-bye, fair angels, good-bye." 16686|Then I kissed her--and she rose into the heavens again, 16686|With the dew of kisses falling from her eyelids, 16686|And rose ever beautiful in the light of the sun, 16686|As lovely still as ever she was when she rose! 16686|I met a little girl one day, 16686|And she said: 16686|"Oh, my little dog, we had play this day; 16686|"We had so fine a foot, and you could scarcely creep; 16686|"That was _so_ a dog, just now your neck would out-sloop, 16686|"So very much like a dog, and very large, indeed, 16686|"And like a dog the little foot you play with so plays, 16686|"And sometimes you tripped and bumped about upon the grass, 16686|"And then came up your mother, with her basket and shoe, 16686|"And played awhile with you, and then was out with you, 16686|"And I have some idea what your mother might be like, 16686|"For I bet money on your chances, and on your name!" 16686|And, as this little girl was walking, her mother-in-law 16686|Said: "It's just a child." 16686|But this was all a child. 16686|And so it is, my son: there's a proverb runs, 16686|"Love is a contagious thing; 16686|"If you think that it is just a careless sneer, 16686|"You may expect it to be spread 16686|"By something you've seen around and under you!" 16686|And so this proverb has some merit in it: 16686|"Love is the cause of all our sighs and growls-- 16686|"We are no better than we are!" 16686|So I've made the following small rhyme, 16686|Written on a paper: 16686|"Love, if you please, my little friend, 16686|"Pray take this to Mother!" 16686|And it fell upon a night 16686|As fair as any. 16686|And all day long, up to peep, 16686|We made love to it, baby! 16686|And as if she could never know, 16686|We took it from her in a glance-- 16686|And then 'twas dropped, as soft 16686|As any. 16686|I've seen the pretty things ======================================== SAMPLE 470 ======================================== May he be a beacon unto the poor, 30599|And the great Lord of the Forest send him out to save. 30599|Then I'll find him. In the light of a saint-fire, 30599|In the light and glory of a Christian dawn, 30599|I'll find him and make him a Christian, and burn 30599|This old-fashioned, superstitious book and try 30599|If these old legends and the old stories are true. 30599|"_For to be a Christian is the best of all 30599|By whom men may be saved._" 30599|Here's to the man that has been anointed King 30599|By the Lord, as he has been restored our King. 30599|O we must hold out, though we cannot save 30599|The King, the Saviour, from himself, the Man, 30599|The old world and its old faiths! 30599|"_For in every time that thou remember, 30599|To the great Will that gave them birth, men come._" (St. 1, 30599|The Man with the Broken Shoulder-legs 30599|Is a very good man, 30599|Yet, O but he is a frail man lying on the earth 30599|With the great sin creeping in. The world is all so wide 30599|That the true way will lead to only a small part. 30599|I am glad to have seen him for a time alone again,-- 30599|Touched by his hand and his heart, for the first time. 30599|A little, small voice, but mighty and strong to the end, 30599|His strength is God's hand leading him on to the wise 30599|And the good, but not the great, things. 30599|"_There is no king and there is no man._" 30599|Ah! they will call thee, son of the world, 30599|And call thee Lord. But thou shalt not be Lord all thine own, 30599|The greatest of lords. One must be great, one must be like, 30599|God-like, one with the great. For the one soul has sinned, 30599|The other is living and beautiful. 30599|But there are that will laugh at thee 30599|And mock Thy thoughts, poor heart, and Thy perfect life 30599|Shall make mock of me. 30599|What fear hast thou 30599|But a little weakness in thy heart-strings? Thou, like him-- 30599|Who made a god in the world. So poor a world! 30599|Thy heart-strings are broken; they will never mend. 30599|Thou knowest, poor heart, that my eyes are blind. They have 30599|All of my dreams, all of my heart, and the rest 30599|In the world stands far too long. 30599|I shall not see, 30599|Poor poor heart, that Thou wilt call me Lord, 30599|Who, living, couldst cast all things into hell: 30599|And so Thou art King-like to me by a name, 30599|And King-like to me when I call Thee by that name, 30599|King-like because to me Thou art but the clay 30599|And Lord of all the lives of earth, even life 30599|That, knowing the price of our love, Thou didst pay! 30599|Ah, but I know that Thou hast suffered, O poor heart, 30599|The price of living; I know it, and have lived 30599|All of this while. 30599|Ah, heart! The world is all so wide that Thy mind 30599|Was not of narrow compass. There, Thou wouldst have 30599|All hearts of earth be like this--to follow Thee, 30599|The love of love, to live, to honour and serve, 30599|To live the King's life. 30599|I will not hear it. 30599|Let it be so. 30599|If thou art weak, 30599|Then be it Thy own heart moves behind my back. 30599|Let me but understand. 30599|What is the price 30599|Of this most beautiful, best perfect life? 30599|Only the love and service of thy soul. 30599|Thou knowest, poor heart. 30599|_For, being all alone, no one shall ever know 30599|The secret of Thy heart and ======================================== SAMPLE 480 ======================================== 34982|To be with you. 34982|But this is nothing. 34982|It's all a ruse 34982|To keep our people from being free 34982|Of their rulers. 34982|"Give each his own 34982|The seat," they say, "because 34982|The Crown cannot be 34982|More fully seen than represented, 34982|When we're fighting the battle alone. 34982|"The people have no will, 34982|"Or are too frightened," 34982|They say, "to stand 34982|An honest vote for us, 34982|So we give each his own 34982|The place." 34982|So the Crown shall follow 34982|Our vote? 34982|The people have no voice 34982|To tell us, or we're lost. 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|For there's more to freedom 34982|Than just occupying a seat 34982|At Queen-Lips or some other 34982|Peltonian palace. 34982|To stand as we have stood 34982|Since the First Great Parliament, 34982|While we wear out the shoes 34982|We've worn since the First Great Parliament! 34982|No voice to rise or shrink? 34982|No chance to strike a pose? 34982|Or talk? A-plenty, 34982|But speech is like a chain. 34982|The people have no wit-- 34982|If they speak, the world is lost! 34982|No chance to do the deed? 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|But they had all their chance. 34982|"To stand as we have stood," 34982|And in what new guise 34982|For the crown's to re-assert its rule? 34982|What grand re-enactment 34982|For the people to see? 34982|They have no vote 34982|But what for us could 34982|They do with it? 34982|They could not vote with _us_? 34982|We've voted for them! 34982|The people have no law. 34982|You can't compel us 34982|To do _nothing_! 34982|They had no law 34982|Since the First Great Parliament. 34982|And for the crown to make law 34982|To fit a new mode, 34982|With our right hands, 34982|While they've all our votes? 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse, 34982|For there's more to liberty 34982|Than just a royal purple. 34982|But what is liberty 34982|That has its price? 34982|But what is liberty? 34982|It's not the sound 34982|Of a shepherd on his pipe. 34982|It's not the day 34982|Of birds on craggy hill. 34982|It's not a breath 34982|That blows, through a cloud. 34982|It's not a bell 34982|That tells the night goes wrong. 34982|It's not a king 34982|When a great crowd 34982|Cries, that their king 34982|Is broken in 34982|With many woes. 34982|It's not to hear 34982|A thousand bells 34982|Rumble and chime, 34982|And see great halls 34982|Dreaded as Hell. 34982|Oh, it's all a ruse 34982|For our country to be free. 34982|But that's not free, it's slavery. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the sound 34982|Of a shepherd on his pipe. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the sound 34982|Of birds on craggy hill. 34982|Oh, but this freedom 34982|Is not the world 34982|When ======================================== SAMPLE 490 ======================================== 24269|That in the hollow earth was buried, not 24269|That they their bodies left there, but that 24269|A river, flowing thro' the ground, took them 24269|Down there, where it was made; a thousand stones, 24269|They say, they pile'd; I know not nor declare. 24269|Now had Hermes, as we hoped, with our help 24269|Vouchsafed the aid of those of royal race, 24269|Yet had not then arrived. They, therefore, soon 24269|Extended forth their limbs, and bathed, all clad 24269|In flowing robes, and with the river's flow 24269|Each passing through the land, were warm, &c. 24269|But soon to be were many, while we in peace 24269|Expired on these, who, after nocturnal stealth, 24269|And in that form which never fails him fear, 24269|But ever seems a shadow, thus they say, 24269|Their names I shall not name. They on the shore 24269|Of the wide brine, they of the sacred deep-- 24269|Porphyrogenides, whom the Gods adore-- 24269|Lay sinking, all but one, Ulysses still 24269|At hand, whom, as the will of Pallas moved, 24269|Not on the shore alone Apollo sent, 24269|But he, the guardian of the earth, himself 24269|Had built, for thence he had his heavenly place. 24269|That one, the son of Ennomus, Ulysses loved, 24269|For beauty and for gifts renown'd; for him 24269|Pindarus, Parnassus, and for him, where 24269|Thou seest, Dictæan Arethusa, grew 24269|In rivers. He, on which the Ocean's sons 24269|Myrrha and Eryx stand, to the right 24269|To left inclined, and thence to the deep 24269|They glide. Their fathers, with their hoary hair, 24269|By Pindarus in Dicon are conveyed 24269|Unto the Echinades and Tegea; then, 24269|For this was neither toil nor toil, the Gods 24269|Conducted them, and all day long they float; 24269|But when they near the stream of Orpheus, 24269|And of Patheus that most sweetly springs, 24269|And where the Naxian rock commences, 24269|Then, by the power divine, Achilles will 24269|Send sea-robbing winds, and wreaths of flowers, 24269|And make the stars their canopy; then, those 24269|Who in the stream have fell'n, himself will lead 24269|Back to the gloomy deep, that by them borne 24269|They may be borne again to Ithaca. 24269|He ceas'd--Ulysses heard with joy his suit; 24269|Then thus, with smile at once his plaintive speech 24269|He cast his own misers' prayers abroad, 24269|And these the answer of a hundred swains--. 24269|If so it be, O Queen, that, on that day, 24269|When we shall come to give our hearts to thee 24269|In his own abode, you should, with tears 24269|And heavy groans, behold our fainting life 24269|Resumed, when, by a hand unseen, a man 24269|To us, and one who never hath done us harm, 24269|In the dark day of his affliction came. 24269|So long I might expect thy daughter's aid. 24269|To whom the Queen of Love, thus answer'd her. 24269|I do not care to see my husband view'd, 24269|Not though he perish when I take a life 24269|Which he himself hath lost, the crime of others. 24269|But if ye suffer him to escape us, he 24269|Whose death I sought, he shall not, I believe, 24269|For all his might, for aught of ours avail. 24269|But hush, my sons; yourselves, with hand to hand 24269|Assail him; I will not, if I can help, 24269|Be unprovided from his vengeance though he smite 24269|Me, and that without excuse, for the Gods 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 500 ======================================== 1008|I was but in appearance like a common clown." 1008|So saying, he unclasp'd the sacred vest, 1008|And, as the wind doth to sail bird wing'd, forth 1008|Exclaim'd, in act to whooap, his angry words 1008|Discharging, at each other fiercely they 1008|Like swords clashed, till they both fell to the ground. 1008|Then one turn'd round with headlong speed, and seem'd 1008|By contrary blast inclined to spit the dust 1008|From his blunted throat, and disappear'd. 1008|But Luke with caution caution rightwisely guards 1008|His companion, and secures to save him still 1008|His corselet and sandals, which at once 1008|He half obscur'd, and threw behind him far, 1008|Where, coming down from the steep, the bank he reach'd 1008|Far as the ditch intersect'd. Beyond 1008|The bridge was nowhere seen the bleeding trunk: 1008|So great the cut: but Jesus, at the point, 1008|Knew andaghast, how that his art should accomplish 1008|What his nature ordain'd. With sweep of sword 1008|Swept from its place the gardener of the world, 1008|Son of God and Goddess, down to filth 1008|And misery, reappear'd. With roar 1008|Of hurricane all the regions round were fill'd 1008|With sounds of dire rejoicing: from the cliffs 1008|On heights, and from the fertile fountains green, 1008|And verdant meads, loud-clamour'd Scion sown, 1008|Calls to the camp; and in the center round 1008|Set several thousand in a ring retir'd. 1008|The rest, whom pale Phlegethoniality 1008|Hath ink'd with a ph[oe]nix tow'rds the light, 1008|With halos round them, that they seem'd seen 1008|By aessemers, covering them as they drew: 1008|Thus scattering them before the face of God, 1008|They join'd in dread silence all around. 1008|And not far wavering from the verge whereon 1008|They were entomb'd, a lake appear'd, and parch'd 1008|The spirit of all, who stand'd a sacrifice 1008|There. They no less terror at the sound 1008|Of that ghastful roar arrive, than at the sound 1008|Of more exceeding. With fear at length 1008|Each of them turn'd, and near the edge of that 1008|Beneath, another lamentable sound 1008|Rang through all numb'ning 'twixt the sixth hour 1008|And th' ninth. One was there, ere yet two hours 1008|Had stopp'd the, and they all besides appear'd 1008|In other sort as they have oft been here":- 1008|"O Friars holy, noble, and fair,- 1008|Twelve monks, and twelve pallids, for your pay,- 1008|Why wend ye onward o'er the bad soil 1008|To tread the paths which now I measure out? 1008|Oh! by that beauteous light which I behold 1008|In your celestial eyes, what can my steps 1008|Encountered? Turn, and see if aught of mine 1008|May not profit there, where clearly is mark'd 1008|The litter and the bed. Where two distinguish 1008|Sight and Silence, one voices tells the other 1008|What his kind command've been, that both may dwell 1008|In sweet security." This said, they turn'd, 1008|And all along the cohonest, but to me 1008|More copious than to those who listening stood, 1008|Their words and their actions give me good grounds 1008|Of believing. Soon as to the right we came, 1008|Each pointing to the chant break on ours, who sang 1008|So noble and so successful, that all ears 1008|LOCKPILED to the story. Lo! upon the right 1008|Another light emerges, that more serene 1008|Enlighteneth me. And he, whose praises sings 1008|In ======================================== SAMPLE 510 ======================================== 1365|And in the house they are in the middle of the feast. 1365|I see a boy about the age of fifteen 1365|Come to this house; he has a beautiful face, 1365|And with his face he is smiling, looking bright, 1365|But as soon as he hath eaten that is eaten 1365|With others of his kind, he turns to a wolf; 1365|He is no larger than a goose-quail or goose, 1365|And like a hare is found on the plain at noon 1365|Upon the mountain side, or in the field 1365|Among the daffadils. To him, at night, 1365|The voices of the people are heard, and the sound 1365|Of the gongs in the church, and the watchmen quick; 1365|He knows well the way to London town, 1365|And will go with me, with his silver horns. 1365|I have a little brother here, who is not 1365|So handsome as he is small; but he loves me 1365|And will do, to please me, as I tell you, 1365|For there is no other God but Love, the Teacher. 1365|His mother in the house has been faithful 1365|In her word, and when the house is in disarray, 1365|And the winds sweep out the candles, burning at a hearth, 1365|She takes her little boy to the windows, in 1365|The night of Easter night, and with him goes 1365|The little lady, dressed in white, that stands 1365|Looking out, as if she were a nun and pure. 1365|And then the little lady, when she sees 1365|That she is very old, and knows a great deal 1365|About the home, when she has the house to sweep, 1365|Comes to me, with her basket by her, and kneels 1365|And prays me for a few drops of oil of frankincense. 1365|Ah, then I give her the drops. And when 1365|She smells it, she says, "My Lady, I implore 1365|You, give me something to put in my basket, 1365|For I have lost good store of things, and if the Lord 1365|Should take away my things, I should have nothing, 1365|Nothing but ashes and ashes." So I give her 1365|A bag, and on it places the frankincense, 1365|And she goes on her way, and my heart bleeds 1365|To think of all the treasures I had before, 1365|All the books and manuscripts, the old books 1365|And manuscripts, but I have lost them all 1365|By the hands of the demons and by the hands 1365|Of Satan. They are all dead. You can see 1365|That the books and manuscripts are in no way 1365|Bitter upon me. When you read them through 1365|You find there are notes and little verses 1365|Or the like of the like, that have been folded 1365|And hidden away, and thus no longer 1365|Shall be found upon anything. So I pray 1365|That you may go back, and on your knees adore 1365|And the ashes of all the old books, and in 1365|Your hands make like a cross, and set it there 1365|Upon a book-mark in a window blind; 1365|And when next you go through the door, you fear not 1365|The ashes, which will be on the shelf behind. 1365|The King of Salem, King Solomon,--all these 1365|Are names that come to me. And the most holy of all 1365|These prophets who to and fro held this shore 1365|Seeking old tales, old stories, to see what would 1365|Come after them, I bring in my hands." 1365|And then the king of Salem, Solomon, 1365|And the holy prophets, who knew what new things 1365|The light of the sun through the darkened air 1365|Showed to an eager searching and a thirsting soul, 1365|Fleeing the wrath of God and the curse of man, 1365|To seek the light, and the hope, and the truth. 1365|These are the names that come to me. From the first 1365|Fleeing from ======================================== SAMPLE 520 ======================================== 4010|And ere the winter had worn away; 4010|"O, that I could find some room to lie, 4010|Some warm, dry, well-fanning coverlid, 4010|That lay upon my back and my breast, 4010|Like a huge wool-basket;--till, lo! 4010|That pillow of my own soul was gone, 4010|And, in its place, a slumbering shade; 4010|So, when at eve the moon had risen, 4010|And filled the world with silver light, 4010|Methought I lay upon the bier 4010|The soft, white curtain of a shroud, 4010|The silent coffin of a dead 4010|And untaken warrior and the king 4010|I fought beside at Can Grande! 4010|"I fought beside at Can Grande! 4010|Where in the fierce four-year war of lust 4010|Was ever lair of human hate 4010|That laid the goodliest of her kind 4010|Upon the cold earth as a prey! 4010|Fled from her mountain-glaciers gay, 4010|She sought the hills; and, from their height 4010|The black cliff flashed upon the morn, 4010|And echoed far to northward away: 4010|To her, a drowsy, flower-lipped damsel, 4010|With wreaths of herbage and with flowers, 4010|Passed in her sun-brightened pathway, 4010|And with her young in arms reclined. 4010|On this side was the castle-gate, 4010|And through the low and easy wall, 4010|Lit by the crystal spire below, 4010|Was seen how shepherds frolicked round, 4010|And young foxes howled from hill to hill, 4010|Whose bark, the castle's arches gleaming, 4010|Rang on the waves; the wood-birds sung 4010|In a wild piping strain above, 4010|And, as they glanced round, their song and glee 4010|Grew kindling as they near the strand; 4010|For through the vale the fisher sun 4010|Sang out every stream and brook, 4010|Which, by the castle's lofty tower, 4010|Beside her, brighten'd in a light 4010|Of its own splendour, and her way, 4010|Was as a thing of splendour, clear, 4010|And full of song, and in its sound 4010|Had all the harmony of this 4010|World of harmony with which 4010|Musing, I lay down like a child, 4010|While that fair light, which still was lit, 4010|Seemed in the very castle-lot; 4010|And thus the world's own harmony 4010|Play'd on mine ear, in a sweet lay - 4010|Though I have loved such strains as suit 4010|Children well, and little men: 4010|And though they have not learned to sing, 4010|Still their music is sweet to me; 4010|In those days, alas! when I could weep, 4010|And remember the unquiet dead; 4010|It seemed a holy, holy thought 4010|To hear the little airs of Spring. 4010|Yet though my soul and body say, 4010|Not a lass could make us cry, 4010|When the cruel-hearted feller died; 4010|And I have thought, for once, of my own, 4010|And have been soothed till I was glad; 4010|I can sit still, when I am sad, 4010|And watch what you please do: 4010|And, if the season so suits, 4010|I love the bended knee. 4010|But when the snow and rain has palled its fit, 4010|And winter sets in velvet pall, 4010|To sing a jovial song at such a feast, 4010|As one may think a most auteur, in scorn; 4010|O, then we say, "To me, your prize, sir, 4010|This is the most absurd excuse; 4010|I know Sir Walter Scott's genius quite, 4010|And when he had composed a great song, 4010|He would have put it into ======================================== SAMPLE 530 ======================================== 16265|In their little room with the door ajar 16265|And the candle hanging on the wall ajar, 16265|I have come across the word "Rise" 16265|With a face as grave and flat as you please. 16265|The one thing I remember of "Rise" 16265|Is the way it makes you feel--so bad, so bad. 16265|And I've come across many words to-night 16265|That are so like "Rise"--so like--so vague, so vague. 16265|"Elegance," and "Artistic Vigour," 16265|But "Rise" is far above the rest, 16265|And I cannot hear--or see--the word, 16265|I will just stop here (I'll stop if I can). 16265|If you don't know what "Rise" means, try. 16265|"Rise" says--but don't ask. 16265|Well, I believe that I do-- 16265|And if you don't know what "Rise" means 16265|You won't either! 16265|It's when the sun makes his round 16265|On clouds a-shine; 16265|And the little stars come out 16265|From under the silver dawn 16265|To shine about me so. 16265|When the sun puts out his light, 16265|And closes his earth-door, 16265|And with shadows blackens the blue 16265|Of heaven's blue; 16265|When all the stars I own 16265|Have put their clubs in bed, 16265|And I lie just like a log 16265|In the deep, still earth; 16265|When I don't hear my mother 16265|Any more in the hall; 16265|When the cat is out of the kitchen, 16265|And my brothers and I 16265|Are up to something unsaid 16265|That we've long been keeping-- 16265|I have been like to catch a cold 16265|For weeks beyond reach. 16265|And I know that this is so-- 16265|And the fever that wrings 16265|My bones is a cunning one 16265|That will not go well 16265|With the morning. 16265|And when I feel all warm and well 16265|And young again, 16265|I have a thought--and I say it-- 16265|Of the night that's come. 16265|'Tisn't much: a summer's night-- 16265|To-morrow! 16265|When your hair is black and dark, 16265|Bats and frogs that stunk and tumbled 16265|In a cloud of smoke; 16265|When you've made your bed for the day 16265|And wrapped yourself in the blanket 16265|The wind is in the chimney-- 16265|Oh, it's very, very strong-- 16265|The wind is in the chimney! 16265|And it comes out the back side 16265|Of the house, and it scoops the fire 16265|As you are coming in-- 16265|Oh, it scoops the fire and scorns 16265|Your guts flying back!-- 16265|It scorns your black and barren heat 16265|And your fat, juicy fire 16265|As you are coming in--Oh, 16265|It scorns the black and barren heat!-- 16265|It's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's knocking at the door-- 16265|Oh, it's coming o'er the wall! 16265|And it's whispering to its mate-- 16265|Oh, it's whispering to itself: 16265|We've been out on the flue!-- 16265|It's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's knocking with both arms-- 16265|Oh, it's knocking with both arms! 16265|The poor blind thing! and you-- 16265|Oh, it's coming o'er the wall! 16265|It's rattlin' at the pane!-- 16265|Oh, it's rattlin' at the pane! 16265|Oh, it scoops the flame! 16265|And it scoops you--and you! 16265|And it wraps you in--you-- 16265|Your--your--nakedness! 16265|Oh, it wrapped you ======================================== SAMPLE 540 ======================================== 20586|On the sea that lies around the moon. 20586|Then the sound thereof made men glad, 20586|Though I was but a woman; 20586|For all men know but one, but one, 20586|Of the joys that they cannot see 20586|On the night in the morning. 20586|And I looked there: and with a start 20586|Lo, a new moon shone upon the hill! 20586|In the moon, and the sea, and the dawn, 20586|And at midnight I saw a light! 20586|With a thrill of joy went each bone 20586|And the heart flew out from every limb; 20586|And, as we climbed on, we gazed 20586|A light on the waters to be. 20586|And we know all this by heart: 20586|For this earth is not a heaven; 20586|And we are not gods; and yet 20586|In my heart a new moon still is, 20586|A strange, strange gleam that comes and goes 20586|A thousand miles astray, 20586|A gleam that can not come again 20586|To that glad earth that I knew 20586|I knew in a happier time, 20586|In a land of flowers and of song, 20586|In a land of children three. 20586|But I know all this by sight, 20586|By ear and smell and breath, 20586|By the moon and the salt sea spray: 20586|For we in the bowers of God 20586|Are things that earth did not see 20586|As we stood there in the valley 20586|To watch the coming dawn. 20586|It was like a land of wonder-- 20586|So glad and white and still; 20586|And from the mountain's misty summit 20586|An odorous dust arose 20586|As of flowers when the flowers are blowing 20586|From out the gold of the morn. 20586|And round about us, in a circle thin, 20586|Flower and grasshopper had birth; 20586|And the snipe that stood in the valley slept, 20586|While the garrulous lizards slept 20586|In a ring of dancing flame, 20586|And the blue-coated lizards fluttered all about 20586|To kiss the sunbeams off. 20586|It was like a world of wonder-- 20586|So glad and white and still; 20586|And from the mountain's misty summit 20586|There rang a fragrant cry 20586|As of birds on a windy hill, 20586|Swarming up into the sky. 20586|And the blue-coated lizards danced around 20586|In a ring of burning flame, 20586|And the dancing firemen kept 20586|From the valley as they swept; 20586|And the little children wept 20586|For a world so long out of their sight. 20586|They found with eager haste and good 20586|The ring of flame; they snatched the keys 20586|From on high in their golden lute-- 20586|But it was a golden ring for me, 20586|An old man's ring to me; 20586|And I can hear it yet, 20586|With the chime of bells, 20586|And the soft cadence of the daffodils, 20586|Which ring o'er Christmas morning. 20586|With our old boots on the hard English ground 20586|How do we swing between the joy and fear? 20586|With a heart grown heavy with the weight of years. 20586|How long the peaceful day and how long the night? 20586|I ask in vain; they are not answered by; 20586|My faith is blind, I vainly ask in vain. 20586|In all her windows glistens the moon; 20586|The fireman's heart breaks as he rocketh here; 20586|And I am a child that comes from faring far, 20586|And finds a mountain in an English dell. 20586|I look in the face of the fireman there, 20586|And I find a mountain in the English heat; 20586|I hear the wind howling in a cave of pine, 20586|And the woodpecker's quick and merry cry, 20586|And the bluebird, with the dark downy breast ======================================== SAMPLE 550 ======================================== 8792|The face of either, from its wimple thin 8792|Unfurled his wings, and to the lower sky 8792|Descending like a lark. And as he rose 8792|Ere he had reached the third circle, from the point 8792|Of the seventh Gabriel he was mute; and I 8792|Musing, as died the sun, sociable, rose 8792|Through ether to the Principality 8792|Of the fair Region, where the angels keep 8792|Watch o'er the souls, that circles each in turn, 8792|Along the centre, where the sixth light 8792|(So named) of our own planet fires the air) 8792|Stays not the sun in any ell, but gives 8792|Emergence and provision for his race, 8792|As ministering God to God's empire, is; 8792|Both in those circles and the other on 8792|The top of that new dome, where round about 8792|Coruscant towers. As we, that dwell at home, 8792|Methinks shall more gladly encounter, when 8792|Death comes to either, than they who in those halls 8792|Lay waste the thrice-quaroaned world, and would seize 8792|All cities under heaven, if such there were. 8792|These seem I now, who well knew special claim 8792|To question of the highest: for my frame 8792|Received from heaven above, and upward borne 8792|By heavenly influence into man's frame, 8792|That it no less unto heaven on high 8792|Exerted itself. The nature thus 8792|Exercised, and thus active and wise made, 8792|Greater hopes and more extraordinary fears 8792|Made me. O ye powers divine, O Iov*e, 8792|Be kind as ye are, help our limbs to feel 8792|For weariness, and steep us in sleep, 8792|That we may know the thing unworthy death, 8792|Which is by longing for eternal woe compared." 8792|Upon the sleeper's breast such load was placed, 8792|That (its respect not sought and pray'd for first) 8792|It should not be expected he would bear 8792|Repentance ever after to the case. 8792|But fixt was my mind, and steadfastly 8792|Viewless in death, from that hour it wanders, 8792|Through all the dismal world around, and turns 8792|To that wherein I died. Ye who have been 8792|Partakers in the anguish of my felicity, 8792|Would seem to me of late witnesses, 8792|When I recount of Margaret, of whom 8792|I spoke before, the unfortunate wife 8792|And mother: now, according to your wishes, 8792|Living at its furthest point, o'er all these Isles 8792|Judgment speedily dispenses WHERE 8792|IS HE NOW, for whom his pity at my hand 8792|Secures me? where my pity runs so deep, 8792|That even while seated at the foot of the arch, 8792|It returns to my eyes, when I am gone 8792|Low at his feet! and what shall be said 8792|Of him, while living he remained in peace, 8792|In sensibility or in power, 8792|If he to humanity had turned pale 8792|Even at the thought of being hurt? If he 8792|Had for that agony been living blind, 8792|Even his blindness to my eyes would have been 8792|Forgetfulness of sight. But if he lived 8792|And saw me once in high rebellion displayed, 8792|In suffering, and in thoughts imploring aid, 8792|How then would his coming then appear? 8792|For conjugal love he never met rebellion; 8792|Such benignness he well knew, and I 8792| ======================================== SAMPLE 560 ======================================== 20956|And of thee a father, as old men do, 20956|For mother still had life; she lived by cheer. 20956|The young maid made her hear them tell 20956|Her father was to live, and her to die. 20956|She could not think of life again; 20956|And many a grief and woe 20956|Rose in her sad mind, as of one that's died. 20956|It will be many days before I am forgiven, 20956|For I was not the maiden that was born to-day, 20956|In whom the future bloom of beauty shines, 20956|To whom I spoke so oft of hope and heaven; 20956|I was not the one of whom you long for one 20956|Who may to-day be deprived of earthly love. 20956|I was too young, and foolishly I answered falsely,-- 20956|The night is deep, the darkness long, 20956|There are many things I never must say 20956|But very dear, and very dear to me. 20956|I have heard my mother speak all too well, and often 20956|In solemn and solemn words I think she knows; 20956|I was not she I loved, I did not know her well, 20956|My words are not her voice,--and yet they speak. 20956|She knew not me, nor she the friend that I had brought, 20956|There were many friends about my father's house; 20956|How little, the young friend thinks, so much I know 20956|Of what his friends have made from me and mine; 20956|I am very sure 'tis he, if only he knows, 20956|Who speaks of all his father's friends but very dear; 20956|And, all the same, it may be I am not he, 20956|But some strange woman in this lonely place,-- 20956|Ah! that I knew whom now my heart desires, 20956|Which is so dear, and still so very dear. 20956|You see the young maid, 20956|And you'll see the old man. 20956|What can you do with a nose, 20956|And a brain like mine? 20956|I've heard my mother speak all too well 20956|Of what she had to say. 20956|As long as I'm happy, what can I do but smile? 20956|Nothing, my dear; but never mind; 20956|There's something wrong in such a young nose, 20956|And I'm sure, if I should see 20956|A little head so wrinkled as this does, 20956|I should be glad to know. 20956|It's like a goat's skin on one eye; 20956|It cannot long endure; 20956|It's like a black-maned peacock's feather, 20956|The forehead's turned away. 20956|Oh! this is too much for a youth like me, 20956|An old man is not fit; 20956|A boy who, with the light in his eyes, 20956|May live a little while and then die. 20956|I saw him yesterday, I heard him yesterday, 20956|But he is past all remembrance to-day; 20956|But I am glad, indeed; for I do not know 20956|If he's happy any more at all with me. 20956|So, like old fishermen of the country round, 20956|We in a common life agree to tell 20956|Our love in common talk, without a fear 20956|That those who hear it shall forget it soon. 20956|And I believe, before the dawn of Day, 20956|The eyes of the young one will have seen 20956|The face of his mother,--and there, my friend, 20956|The sweet one shall sit, as she sat then, 20956|Telling her story with a happy face 20956|The old time-tiding tales,--in the olde 20956|Crowned with pearls and gilded in her hair! 20956|Oh, when shall mother's story be told? 20956|"_Who can love the Lamb, love him not, 20956|Who loves the Son of Man, shall love the Lord: 20956|He was a babsel on the mount: 20956|The Babe's mother was David.] 20956|Who loves the Son of Man, shall love the Lord. ======================================== SAMPLE 570 ======================================== 18007|With a face of a smile, and a mouth that was redder than wine, 18007|And a hand, and a mouth that was whiter than snow, 18007|And a voice that was softer than dew of the morn! 18007|And I leaned my face between his, and I held him--I 18007|Holded him, and I kissed him, and--ah, there's a stain! 18007|I held him, to prove him faithful, while I dreamed 18007|Of a face of a smile, of a mouth that was redder than wine, 18007|Of a hand, of a mouth that was whiter than snow, 18007|Of a face, of a mouth that was blacker than black. 18007|But all in vain; and the moon, the moon, the moon 18007|Came a-drifting, like a careless sister, and stole 18007|Away from the village, and left them aghast, 18007|When they found him at last in the house of his wife-- 18007|Sick with love, with a heart that was blacker than black. 18007|One moment as he wept, and then, like a priest, 18007|He stood weeping, with a pallor on his face, 18007|He stood with his head bowed, and prayed, and was silent; 18007|Then he turned to his wife and said, "Wife," and I 18007|Shuddered--and kissed her, and said a poor thing, and bad; 18007|And--there's a stain! 18007|And then came the moon that came so seldom this year, 18007|And vanished so swiftly that I forgot to say "Good-night." 18007|And she answered, "Kiss me, my sweet; it is time." 18007|And she rose and went to the door; and then--I cried, 18007|And--there's a stain! 18007|Then I thought that I had forgotten all, 18007|All that I had felt and done and said 18007|For I had little to lose, and I had not much to say; 18007|But I knew what did come after I turned in the door, 18007|And that is, that the stains will never go away. 18007|What matters it whether the moon come again, 18007|Or the sun rise, or the little birds sing; 18007|That the little things that I have known and done 18007|Will hurt me still, and stain my lips with black. 18007|The moon is low, and from the windows, low, 18007|The little stars wheel in their canteens, 18007|Ripening for a night when the world is gray, 18007|In the west, far, long ago; 18007|Like flowers, they come, the stars of midnight, bright, 18007|Like flowers, in a cloud of gold and snow. 18007|The stars of midnight hang like ripples of wine; 18007|The flowers have bloomed and vanished away, 18007|Too early to be precious to us all. 18007|But the things I love the best, they have not died, 18007|And shine through the twilight, gold and red, 18007|Too late for our love, too soon for our tears; 18007|So dark and drear for their tender glow, 18007|But yet they are bright, for they will not die. 18007|In the land of shadows I will seek 18007|The star of night that shone above her urn; 18007|And she will laugh in the darkness again, 18007|When I have been gone with a heavy heart, 18007|And she will smile in her lonely home on the shore, 18007|When I shall come no more. 18007|Out of the West, out of the night, 18007|A star has come. 18007|He has rolled in glory before 18007|My soul and I. 18007|I think I have felt him before, 18007|But I never was human. 18007|Now the stars are turning into night, 18007|And the clouds are brightening. 18007|For I never was half so fair 18007|As he now is; 18007|And I never shall see him, only, 18007|Till our bodies meet, heart to heart, 18007|In the bosks of love. 18007|When all is ======================================== SAMPLE 580 ======================================== 1471|I know, and knew, but I knew not, _Thee_ 1471|In the first or when the second Spring, 1471|But now I know thee. O thine aisles! 1471|Are thy green lilies sweet with the bees 1471|And the butterflies in the grass? 1471|Or is this all? What's more? How, in the end, 1471|And wherefore is it not all, do I 1471|Know thee not! And wherefore not thyself? 1471|_Thou_ that is all! I, that am lover 1471|Of love's essence, and thine, too, are we, 1471|We that wait thee everywhere, and see 1471|Thy love by thee revealed: I, that in thy 1471|Fancy beheld the light; I, too, that at 1471|Thy vision's uttermost depth might stand 1471|As in a vision, and be thine 1471|Praise and thy worship. But all this 1471|I do not praise thee, O thou sweet; 1471|But rather what I do, I, too, 1471|Master of my soul, who can adore 1471|All things, praise thee! And at such end, 1471|When thou shalt be too heavy to lift 1471|Lights from thy heaven, and move too deep 1471|For words to make them bright, yet, even yet, 1471|I shall not be too lonely to thee! 1471|And I do so entreat; though thou art 1471|My lover, and I entreat of thee; 1471|Be thee to me thyself the world, 1471|Me thou my world, me thou my love. 1471|For thou art like a forest; 1471|We are the beauteous trees that grow along its branches. 1471|The dew, the dew of morning, 1471|The breath of summer is our singing; 1471|The nightingale's a thousand ways, 1471|We lift our eyes with eyes for seeing; 1471|We feel the whole earth and know the whole earth, 1471|And the whole world's for us, and the world's for us; 1471|We seem so near! But come we will not come; 1471|Our ways are straight as is the way of a star; 1471|We hear in dreams, but they are hollow notes; 1471|The star-stream runs, 1471|The wind-stream sweeps, 1471|The world is with us, 1471|Ourselves in the world,-- 1471|Ourself in the world! 1471|And so we do not come; 1471|For though we may not come, 1471|Come, then, like nightingales, to hear the 1471|Songs that we make. 1471|What though thy spirit break, 1471|The tree that grows in Hell 1471|Nor bud nor leaf again; 1471|Though thou desert us 1471|In time,--no sun has set, 1471|Nor skies been darkened; 1471|With tears we keep the spring, 1471|Love's sweet flowers, beside. 1471|What though the deeps of night 1471|Closed evermore our sight, 1471|And days and years went by; 1471|Thy shadow was our light, 1471|Thy hope our star, O heart! 1471|What though thine arms lay cold 1471|Round us, and time and fate 1471|Made desolate, we knew 1471|Our earth is not in vain, our light, 1471|Our blue, our Heaven, O soul! 1471|O soul that art not thou, nor life, nor God, 1471|O love that art not love, O beauty not beauty, 1471|O man nor man made man, O God nor God, 1471|O life immortal, O immortal, O immortal-- 1471|Not what we are, nor yet what we shall be, 1471|But what we must become, O soul, O heart, 1471|If our great grandfathers wisely taught us-- 1471|The English were the first to know this-- 1471|That the great masters of the earth and sea and air 1471|Were plants, and only weeds when comes this day! 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 590 ======================================== 1322|But these must be, in this great world of ours, only 1322|Tho' all the world may give us, the rest must be ours. 1322|And I believe in this, the world's great mystery, 1322|The long-drawn evolution, the long-winded tale, 1322|The long-solved riddle of the universe, 1322|And all great nature, from the birth to death, 1322|One long irresistible march to perfect destiny 1322|(So was it said by Christus, the Saviour's birth, 1322|And was His dying cry, and was His passion's sigh) 1322|And all the coming ages as the ages roll'd, 1322|Or as they roll in swift motion still, 1322|And all mankind, each of each the true companion, 1322|God's best, no less than man's, true companion, 1322|One great great movement, a great great march to perfect destiny. 1322|So are my dreams. I dream of a time when you, my child, 1322|Will have to dream your dream, even for the rest of us, 1322|And all but the dreamer's dreamer, because of the dream 1322|We have not yet born, a birth for others yet to dream, 1322|For us unborn, for us unborn the great dream has birth. 1322|And you will have to hear all things, all things that one can dream, 1322|And, having heard them, you will have to think of them, thinking. 1322|As one might say, speaking in thought, 1322|"A good-bye, my lady; 1322|I've waited a long time for this message, 1322|I have no other friend to send it to, 1322|The time's to come?" 1322|And all I could do seemed to be, 1322|"Oh mother, go, dear mother, go, 1322|And tell your child you're coming, 1322|There's such a thing as a bad beginning, 1322|A beginning even for the worst; 1322|A beginning even for the best, 1322|A beginning even, when only the worst is past." 1322|But how is this? I did not dream it, 1322|I wish indeed I did, yet how is this possible-- 1322|That any of you who have never, at any time, 1322|Beheld me at once or heard at once my voice, 1322|I who have heard, not seen, you know how dear you are, 1322|I who have seen, and not seen, not anything at all, 1322|I who have seen a thousand such scenes, you know how true they are 1322|(Yet when I tell you the world is not a scene at all, 1322|Then one day or two ago I thought it so, 1322|I thought I had come now to boast over a deed, 1322|I thought I might have conquered in war or in war-time. 1322|I thought I had conquered, had conquered and taken, 1322|I thought I had killed the old man, had killed the old man, 1322|If a deed could kill all men, I had done the deed with all my might, 1322|With all the power of my voice, then had I killed the old man, 1322|I thought I had killed the old man, and won and won, 1322|I thought I had vanquished the old man, and won again, 1322|Even to an eighth of his soul, O he was all the evil, 1322|Even to the tenth of his soul, O what a monster is he, 1322|And what I thought I did, that I accomplished. 1322|(A great deed that I achieved by the same means--a dream.) 1322|O who, at the best, will ever know you good? 1322|(How shall we know that a dream is the best dream?) 1322|Or you, my mother, and your child, (as you call him,) 1322|Who know so well the world of a dreamer, 1322|And more at the worst, in the days of our youthhood, 1322|Not yet grown wise over a hero's thought, 1322|When we are all gone out to, and all grown out of dreams, 1322|Who know so well the world of a dreamer? 1322|When you have seen me through ======================================== SAMPLE 600 ======================================== 1304|And all that I had of wealth and fame; 1304|Then, when the poor were as my heirs 1304|As those that dwell not in the world, 1304|I went away to a garden gay, 1304|And there I saw a lovely flower! 1304|I said in my heart, 'It is she!' 1304|And she has been my wife twenty-two. 1304|I have no children by my wife; 1304|Youth will go as a breeze across 1304|The ocean of existence, 1304|And the end of it all, when it is done, 1304|It will be the quiet grave of my mother. 1304|THE sun came up, and the flowers were open sprung, 1304|Held by their hands, and in the primrose blue, 1304|Maiden-grasses with eyes of wonder and love, 1304|Felt not the breeze of their white garments blowing. 1304|I knew that it was sunny when I saw them spring, 1304|Said, 'There is no sun but this green heaven above,' 1304|And when they spoke, seemed to hear in the trees 1304|Some fairy in the garden who could tell 1304|Their secret, and bring them all together, 1304|Fairer and fairest, as birds come back to roost! 1304|THE sun went down. The flowers were a-waxing grey, 1304|And the violet's head did not shine above; 1304|Yet was the primrose's heart a-beat; and I, 1304|Who had loved her never, who had mocked her now, 1304|Who had left her in the garden to expire, 1304|And in a moment was around her wound 1304|Wounds that should not end in death, but would make 1304|Her spirit sweet with immortality: 1304|She turned her face to the wall, and 'Kiss me,' she said, 1304|'Here in the tomb is another flower 1304|White as a drop of pity, and like it you 1304|Shall be no more. The breeze that blows from you 1304|Will bring me a fresh ashen rosebud in June, 1304|That you may keep it for a beauty for your own.' 1304|I felt as if the very earth beneath 1304|Had spoken in a language strange and weak, 1304|And only a few of us were yet alive; 1304|And when their voices' music was hushed again 1304|The night was black on every hand. But when 1304|Once more a hand found out its ancient way-- 1304|A hand I loved--it hurt me so I said, 1304|'Alas, it hath forgotten me.' By and by 1304|The morning air was full of stars; and then 1304|I saw but that one pale primrose in the sun. 1304|WE need not list or sing how in the East 1304|The morning star of morning rose. 1304|It was a star not made of hands or wings, 1304|Nor made with hands at all; 1304|Nor for the birds to climb and touch and hold, 1304|Nor any other curious creature's feet-- 1304|When in the East alone. 1304|In the East alone it was, 1304|Star of the morning of the Old Year, 1304|Serenely beautiful, 1304|When morning lit the eastern hills, 1304|And all the sea was bright; 1304|For the stars were pure and bright, 1304|And the sun in his first-frightening heat 1304|Was light--light to the breast! 1304|The stars were young, the sea was young; 1304|There were no waves, upon the sea; 1304|The stars were young, and the sea was free 1304|Of all its sad regret; 1304|And he who loved a star, beheld in turn 1304|The glory of the World. 1304|In the East, where dawn was bright, 1304|Star, star of the morning, 1304|How your light was like to morning! 1304|How your influence was like to me, 1304|Thou star of morning! At the first 1304|Thundered my name aloud! 1304|How your radiance and your golden sheen 1304|Were ======================================== SAMPLE 610 ======================================== 29700|Hark! from those shadowy depths thy voice 29700|Mournfully echoes, "AUTH". 29700|That was the night when from her fane 29700|Mangu Damoneo, her priest, 29700|Sang by moonlight in the glade 29700|Of her garden; but, alas, 29700|Her lovely form was gone. 29700|The night of sudden twilight, 29700|Of sudden funeral, laid 29700|The flowers of her beauty by, 29700|And left her lying dead. 29700|The mourners, with no pity 29700|For that fair maid, who had died 29700|So young and sweetly, they 29700|Drew from the crowded bier. 29700|Now the long twilight mourns 29700|In dark convulsions slow, 29700|The sun, whose brightness, when it climbs 29700|To meditate its last, 29700|Turns the great globe of heaven 29700|To a vast blackness; and the moon, 29700|In the blue distance lost, 29700|Waves her orb all palely pale 29700|O'er earth and ocean's bed, 29700|While, at her last sad funeral, 29700|The waters are still. 29700|"Where, O, where," the poet cries,-- 29700|"Where is she, whom so fair, 29700|So pure a form has laid, 29700|Whose heart was true, and tender, 29700|And soft as summer air!" 29700|Yet there is sorrow in the words; 29700|For in the middle space, 29700|The grave is silent, but the sea 29700|Is louder still than I. 29700|The poets write how fair 29700|She lay in moulded tomb, 29700|A shape of beauty, soft of feature,-- 29700|Yet still she's dead! 29700|I look to distant lands, 29700|Yet still I see her face,-- 29700|How fair she lies in tomb! 29700|And all that Nature left, 29700|Which never came to pass, 29700|Is on her cold dead breast 29700|That cold dead face seems to look, 29700|As if his own it were. 29700|From sea to sea he sailed, 29700|And then upon the shore, 29700|The man-child found his mother's breast, 29700|The mother's bosom bare. 29700|On many a foreign shore, 29700|When sorrowed he passed along, 29700|The deep-embattled ocean cried, 29700|"A bitter heart, I've had!" 29700|The storms and the tempests of his youth 29700|He turned upon himself alone; 29700|And though the storm and the tempest had 29700|Their rage, he had passed with the wind, 29700|With God,--his only sign; 29700|And, ere the cloud of the tempest blew, 29700|His soul was with the world at play. 29700|He looked to the stars, and the stars smiled, 29700|And the moon in the heaven looked; 29700|And, as he looked, he beheld her light, 29700|And all the heaven smiled with him. 29700|When winds and tempests fly, 29700|When floods and fires fail, 29700|As their wake doth meadow and fen, 29700|'Tis the man-child's heart that craves. 29700|And I--I shall be bound, 29700|With the hoary-headed, strong, old, 29700|To earth, and the graves of the dead, 29700|Whose feet are mowed down, as they lie; 29700|And I shall rest my weary head, 29700|In the silence of Eternity, 29700|In the peaceful arms of God. 29700|And the poets of the world, shall say, 29700|That the earth shall welcome the children no more, 29700|For they, the poets, have said it with truth, 29700|The earth was never for man raised above 29700|By angels, as she was by heaven in heaven. 29700|The dead they will not rise when the sun 29700|Gleams and drags on his pinions the dew: 29700|"The spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 620 ======================================== 38566|and of the two main branches of the lyric poets, he is 38566|of the first. This latter is more like a novel, the former 38566|a mere exercise in poetic technique. It is true that some of the 38566|longer poems are only in two or three of the seven acts, 38566|(as 'Cytherea and Amphithoüs', 'Odysseus and the Daughters of Pose 38566|The metre of the whole of the tragedies is at most 38566|two or three distinct feet, two or three acts, or perhaps 38566|no more than one line of one act. But there is always no 38566|clear, distinct point of passage, and the metre may change 38566|after the action has begun, and in doing this the danger of 38566|distinction. As regards Lucan, we might as well look to one of 38566|the last days of the Republic, the 'Ante-ratu' of The Deed 38566|(cl. 27)--'Ad locum triplice trieter hoc sibi sibi dicas, etc. 38566|Præestus huic erat precatus in sæpe Lucania per Bettini 38566|Ergo sæpe diadema'--quoting an asp of the same name as the 38566|antagonist,--'Ad mihi quærent horribilem fratres' being a better 38566|means than the one named 'Hæcam.' And thence we can infer from this 38566|that the 'Ante-ratu' of the other tragic poems was a regular and 38566|accidental epigram of Lucan himself,--the kind of thing which 38566|Sextus in his Annales, 65 says of the poets of A.D. 38566|Mihi sæcula, quærent Hæc morbis, 38566|Nec coelo mutum modo vel fratris 38566|Rara ferus. 38566|If it is right to treat of the tragic poets of a later period, it 38566|should not surprise us that Lucan is so honoured in our day. Already 38566|GREEK, and still more after that, in the days of A.D. 60 and A.D. 38566|Aen. 1. In arid Æolia, where 38566|Herds and wild Aeacidae are found, 38566|Stood a rude temple of stone, 38566|In which the Phrygian was the priest. 38566|A temple in which, at midnight, to pray; 38566|Therein, it was the custom to sit, 38566|And in the silence of the gloom 38566|Ask no questions, lest you should move; 38566|Nor let any doubts disturb your peace. 38566|Here, in the midst of silent peace, 38566|The prophet Orpheus, mute and still, 38566|Was wont at certain hours to call 38566|The starry-dolorous goddesses. 38566|The temple was a work of art; 38566|Its walls were of rough-hewn oak, 38566|And the fair goddesses thereon 38566|Were framed of that hard sappy stone. 38566|And beneath, within the fane, 38566|Fashioned of this same hard sappy stone, 38566|Were statues all of marble white 38566|Of antique or antique mould. 38566|These were, indeed, so much like pictures, 38566|That one would scarcely suppose they were pictures. 38566|The same red colour, too, is evident in the various 38566|artists' figures,--like this statue of Aeneas in a boat 38566|in which is seen, behind a leaning chair, a basket, a wine-jug, 38566|an anvil, and a drinking-are, not unlike pictures of the ten 38566|thirty-first Bœotian scrips from Ionia.--WARTON. 38566|The setting of the figures in their proper position proves 38566|that the sculptor had only been playing with pictures. 38566|Aeolus is here to be accounted for;-- 38566|A figure from the same stone,-- 38566|A statue from the same stone,-- 38566|The setting of the same stone-- 38566|A statue from the same stone,-- 38566| ======================================== SAMPLE 630 ======================================== 8187|Till you think you can hear him laugh it home. 8187|The day that, just now, I saw you, 8187|Was not the last, my dear, 8187|(But _was_ of all days the best!) 8187|Though long ago, and far away, 8187|Those charms, at best, expire. 8187|In her last moment, when she flung 8187|Her former charms away, 8187|(So like the olden Delphic strain, 8187|With "Love, love, more love!") 8187|Her soul looked forth once more,--its ray 8187|Was like the rosy ray 8187|Where Beauty's ray is, no more 8187|It shines but once in all her years; 8187|And when it shines, it shines, my soul! 8187|'Tis thus, in life, Love's ray 8187|Is always and everywhere, 8187|And none but Heaven can prove 8187|Some earthly ray a ray divine. 8187|So many a day is past, 8187|I've seen you in my dreams, 8187|While I have wandered by the way 8187|Of childhood's lost delight,-- 8187|And sometimes, when I've been, alas! 8187|Too proudly idle, 8187|My heart has often been too wild, 8187|And not amused with its play. 8187|But now, to give, at least, a ray 8187|Of that old joy at last, 8187|When youth's soft power alone has power, 8187|And not its all--but still retains 8187|Its all for those it soothes, 8187|I've left the world, love--and you! 8187|In dreams you smiled, my dear, 8187|But now are not to me-- 8187|No more! my soul for evermore 8187|Is in the clouds below. 8187|Come, then, as some young soul, 8187|Who leaves, in sorrow's hour, 8187|A world he loves so well, 8187|His own heart knows not where. 8187|And though his eyes have lost the sight 8187|Of what he left behind, 8187|The sight is not the same but still 8187|Reflects on what it saw.-- 8187|So, come! while yet your heart is warm, 8187|I wish you may forget 8187|The scenes of memory now bereaved you 8187|And live again, the old romance, 8187|Without the sadness.-- 8187|And when you, too, have sunk adrift in Youth, 8187|Like some light sail, your soul, in the dark, 8187|Perhaps, will float to where, at the end of Fate, 8187|You may meet your Love, in some Elysian, 8187|Joyous, immortal still! 8187|If Love's a Lie, then Truth is no Lie. 8187|The Muse in these tender days of yore, 8187|And on those days, I think, of many a song, 8187|Was taught, by one who might have taught you Love. 8187|_The Muse_ _here_ presents, in some moody mood, 8187|A picture of a lover's life: 8187|As sweet as any picture you've seen, 8187|Or _I_ have painted myself, since I knew you; 8187|And yet, when you look it o'er, it seems 8187|Too like a LONGBONE story!-- 8187|The Muse, to whom the LONGBONE tale is copied, 8187|(I think the same I _may_ be,) 8187|Just then, the picture turned upon him, and 8187|He sighing, said--"Oh! 'tis too much like her; 8187|It's much more like myself than any woman." 8187|Then turning to the _voice_ (as sometimes happens, 8187|When people tell a tale like this, 8187|One thinks himself in that tale pictured), 8187|But, by God, 'twas not that voice he heard, 8187|As coming towards him, when he first heard it; 8187|It was some other who told it--'twas he! 8187|"No--'twill never be you, but the tale I've taught, ======================================== SAMPLE 640 ======================================== 28591|With the heart and soul to follow the Right; 28591|And if, in the coming days, my life 28591|Sufficeth evil to God, be sure 28591|I shall be with him, as well as he, 28591|Always, on the road to the goal. 28591|We are not born as the world believes, 28591|To be crushed beneath another's heel; 28591|We do not spring to life unaware 28591|From the eternal strife that's in the vale; 28591|Nor can we, in the coming life, 28591|Be in spirit like the wise and brave, 28591|Whose toil goes unrecounted through time. 28591|But we, for whom, in our youth, our days, 28591|The hand that leads is not empty made; 28591|Its points on life's blunted edge inclineth, 28591|And no man's finger fails to trace it still. 28591|It is not given to one man to know 28591|All things and every thing to know. 28591|No, we must do his work, day by day, 28591|If we must know what's good for us to know. 28591|Then learn to lead in faith the living way; 28591|And you shall find the truth where'er you go. 28591|The man who seeks no more or knoweth not 28591|Where lies the bottom, but will only reach 28591|The utmost, is sure of having reached 28591|The stage of life,--the ultimate goal. 28591|I know not how, nor why, I pass 28591|The gate through which I came to be; 28591|But surely, as Death hath taken breath, 28591|He who has breathed life's last spark, must go. 28591|In this dark life I would not dream 28591|That one dear thought like home-return 28591|Should enter on my throbbing brain, 28591|To teach me, as I gaze around, 28591|I do not fear to dwell awhile; 28591|I do not fear to die, nor dread 28591|Some awful thing that I may see, 28591|But rather an all-beholding Love 28591|That has no fear but Love to be. 28591|I cannot wait; I must away, 28591|Or leave the scene and leave the day; 28591|Fancy the sun, with his great ray, 28591|Can make these sad, alone spheres dance. 28591|Ah, when there comes a swiftening time 28591|And every hope declines in doom-- 28591|I think of what I might resign, 28591|In that familiar face of mine. 28591|The moment is come, and I must go, 28591|When all the little ones shall know 28591|That I am waiting for a true 28591|And loyal Heart to guard them all. 28591|O Life--a vision too divine 28591|For man's frail mortal soul to take: 28591|Could he, with a like intent, 28591|With His own hand set up to die, 28591|How sweet it would have been to meet 28591|In some Elysian land of Peace! 28591|O Faith! That from the Eternal mind 28591|Soulless and pure can rise above 28591|The passions that this lowly lot 28591|Make ever fraught with strife and fear. 28591|Yet, when the fainting heart lays down 28591|Its slothful arm and weak desires, 28591|Its longings vain and feebleness, 28591|How sweet to take this hand, and draw 28591|The penitent heart, as from a fountain, 28591|And with the river meet. 28591|Then Love shines forth and all delight, 28591|And hope--but how divine to share! 28591|And all things--for to us 'tis given 28591|To love and to strive! 28591|Let it be yours to sit and ponder 28591|Life's lessons through--not those of bliss, 28591|Nor those of Duty; one goal, 28591|The goal of manhood and of man, 28591|Must be the goal of Love. 28591|It was a summer night, 28591|A summer night, a June night; 28591|A party of old friends 28591|From when they ======================================== SAMPLE 650 ======================================== 19226|"No, do not cry, my darlings, leave me to my work; 19226|'Tis a dull day; and you may have thought it so 19226|Since on your faces you so often have looked, 19226|And look so sadly--somewhat so bitterly-- 19226|For all this time. I'm sorry, Mary Ann, 19226|I have not told you, if indeed I do not know-- 19226|And what, poor soul, _do_ you care for me, Mary Ann? 19226|"I think you are too little for this work; 19226|And that I've known the truth--you know I do-- 19226|And, oh, poor baby! I've had the honour 19226|To see how faithfully you're being fed 19226|While, as for me, I'm so small, Mary Ann! 19226|"And I must have a word with you about it. 19226|Let me alone, now that your mother's gone 19226|And left her, little Mary Ann, to look 19226|For you on the wide road? You've had your play 19226|With this old tattered jacket, you can't refuse;-- 19226|I wonder you have not thought of that fee?" 19226|And Mary Ann look'd--how small she looked! 19226|But, with a smile--a smile which might have been 19226|An answer to her mother's suit--she said, 19226|"I'll look for it somewhere else. It is not 19226|Afitting that you should be so small as to look 19226|So wistfully in the face; and I am glad, 19226|For I would have said, I had forgotten it; 19226|But no! you are always looking out for me, 19226|And Mary Ann's not there, always waiting for me. 19226|"Do not make such a noise," she said, "at last! 19226|I will not hear you muttering, Mary Ann!" 19226|I am growing quite old-fashioned, I am sure, 19226|Not with your words, your pranks, your tricks at all, 19226|Or anything like that; and indeed, I find 19226|That you are often quite untrue; and when 19226|I say so, I do mean it. 19226|You know, I know, 19226|You think your little airs 19226|Are only natural, and so very much 19226|Like little children, that you must think me so; 19226|Which is it is. I never used to think so, 19226|But I must own I often seem to you things 19226|That I am now, though not the same, as you. 19226|And so 19226|I put you up against the clock tower and 19226|I knock at the cellar door; and there, as you 19226|Look round, you see that our dear grandmother 19226|Has just passed out of life, but you have seen 19226|Her pretty pictures, and have her in mind, 19226|And then you can hardly wait to see her go, 19226|And bid you adieu; although you do not mind her 19226|As much as when she is gone, for, Mary Ann, 19226|There is no greater loss than, being loved like you. 19226|There were four Kings into the East, 19226|They rode to find the Holy Grail; 19226|And after many an evil night, 19226|One dawned on the true result: 19226|They found a vacant space above 19226|The Holy Grail, and there they beat 19226|Their knights and squires into a trance 19226|And showed them what they fancied. 19226|Kings and squires, that were as bold as they, 19226|Came up behind and found a bug; 19226|With a sweep of the sword they broke his head, 19226|And his skull and bones together. 19226|O what are the Kings and squires to us, 19226|When the true result awaits us all! 19226|--Let King and squire be merry thus, 19226|Happy, for life's a sabbath dream-- 19226|God make us men in all the ways 19226|That we can build and work and dream. 19226|Lord, teach us to find where and what 19226|The things we used to ======================================== SAMPLE 660 ======================================== 1020|And they thought he'd found what they'd been looking for. 1020|"If you're all right there in the corner," he croaked, "I reckon 1020|We may be able to make things right with you. 1020|But I'm not in a mood for nonsense like this 1020|I'll go for a walk before we get going, 1020|And I hope that when I get back, all right-headed, 1020|I'll find you sitting up very nicely." 1020|He came back with a bundle and the old grey mare, 1020|That was bred by the first-class breeders when they started; 1020|And he folded and opened it, and he put it in his bag. 1020|"Here! take this thing, and see if you can feel it." 1020|He took it from the corner of his bag, and looked. 1020|"Yes! you can feel it, no doubt, and I can feel it, too. 1020|It is the thing. How cold it is, and how much so! 1020|That's the first thing of all the things in the corner, 1020|And it's the same with every other corner. 1020|And the saddle has a little swell that I cannot bear, 1020|Or else I should never go riding with the others. 1020|This thing is something I like when I ride with the others, 1020|And when I have had my fill of riding, I go out and ride 1020|And the old grey mare is riding right here on my back." 1020|The horses leaped and jumped, and the horse with the smile 1020|Was the very last thing on earth they took one look on. 1020|With a shout, the rider put on the stick up in his hand, 1020|And "Pitch in, boys and girls, and keep moving," he said. 1020|"That's the point, and it never makes any more fuss. 1020|Look at my face!" he whispered into his horse's mouth. 1020|"I don't like any of these women at all. 1020|A man, and a cook, and his own wife still in between, 1020|He's the last thing I want to die of. I like their taste. 1020|He doesn't know any better, and he's only scared 1020|Of the horse. He should have ridden like the others." 1020|The women leaped with the horses, and the men were gone, 1020|And a grey man stood over where the men had gone. 1020|He made no sign, but held his own like any fool, 1020|Not thinking about the women or the horses. 1020|But he looked, and he looked, and he looked, 1020|Over the grass until his eyes 1020|Sealed upon a little white house 1020|And then, like one in a dream, he crept 1020|Through a long winded, long-turned door. 1020|In was a young man on the kitchen table, 1020|Who was not a woman, 1020|But rather longer than the rest, 1020|A woman, long-wise, 1020|And who wore a long veil. 1020|She wore dark grey, flowing curls, 1020|And on her face were tender eyes 1020|That shone like stars. 1020|There was a ring on each foot, 1020|She wore a scarf of lace, and a long coat furled. 1020|She wore three black satins in her hair, 1020|And no pale gold jewellery against her wrist. 1020|The little woman with the veil had come 1020|And she was pale-green. 1020|She was not a man, she was not a woman, 1020|She seemed like a child of the night. 1020|It was dark with the moon behind the thick pine trees. 1020|She was not a woman, she was not a child, 1020|She had a soul like one in a prayer 1020|And the whole world seemed beautiful to her eyes. 1020|And she walked to and fro in her long scarf coat, 1020|And her long veil did not hide her eyes. 1020|Her white scarf in the cold, white wind. 1020|She was not a woman, she was not a child, 1020|She had a soul like one in a prayer ======================================== SAMPLE 670 ======================================== 36773|But not with the first men of Greece; 36773|Not so much the Greek itself 36773|As what this Greek gave and took from him 36773|His power to change what the past had been. 36773|The past he made more perfect than it was; 36773|Not for the beauty of the things, 36773|Not for the new things it is, and strange; 36773|But for an inner sense and power, 36773|The force of a spirit to penetrate 36773|Truly into Nature; the power of Nature's mind. 36773|But these are, in spite of words, a vain, 36773|A futile spectacle! 36773|For what were all 36773|But scenes of dream 36773|And scenes of glass, 36773|Till that which best is is at last all? 36773|The image of the true? 36773|Not this, as of old; not this, as of old 36773|When, leaning on his pike the Spartan king 36773|Spoke to his multitude like one man alone. 36773|Nor is it so with me; since naught can prove 36773|My nature's image; all I feel is known 36773|And knows what it is: the image of man; 36773|The body; the sense; the mind; the will; the blood; 36773|And so goes ever on to the dark heart of things. 36773|But this image, as the great natural bulk 36773|Of all the world, and the universal frame 36773|And home of all things, is a wordless sound, 36773|A little, but a strong one, heard and seen 36773|In the unspeakable calm of the supreme; 36773|That, like one man's word of it, "A little more." 36773|The soul shall know 36773|How, like the world of things, 36773|And like the thoughts, 36773|Like these our thoughts, our thoughts are many, 36773|Like the world of things, 36773|And like the sounds, 36773|Sounds of life heard and unseen, 36773|Like the world of sounds, 36773|Sounds of thought and thought, they are the same! 36773|Though what we think is like all things, like we, 36773|Though we be like one thing, not like all. 36773|This is the meaning of life. 36773|For each is like to him, like all; 36773|Though all like him are like to him, not all. 36773|Not like, but like how, and with these two 36773|The earth is like most in the sense of being strong, 36773|The rocks and the sky, sea and shore, 36773|And air and water, and all things like to blood. 36773|_With many a rose for the dead_ 36773|_Is laid the flower of mine._ 36773|_The flowers, the rose, the sea, the air, the water, the land._ 36773|'For we are the pictures of our lives, and our ways 36773|Make up a universe. 36773|'We live life out in the open, 36773|And leave the rest 36773|To fancy._ 36773|_The mind-for-life of the sea._ 36773|'The mind-for-life of the sea 36773|Takes place for us, for us 36773|The little seas, the little woods, 36773|The little leaves, and the little birds, 36773|The little fishes, the little things that live 36773|The round world over, 36773|And love us with its love of the things we see; 36773|And the mind-for-life of the sea 36773|Is our outward life, 36773|And we would leave it undone, undone, 36773|Right, by ourselves, 36773|For any one to do it for us, 36773|Without any help, 36773|For any one to bear such pain, 36773|That we could never be content, 36773|For any one to stay, 36773|As we have been, 36773|And go on being, and on being.' 36773|So he sings of the soul, 36773|And the music that he sings 36773|Makes a little song, 36773|A dream of a little song, 36773|That the ======================================== SAMPLE 680 ======================================== 1727|the city that I know about. They all did this, and I will go home 1727|and fetch a ship and bring you off with me. I'll make you an 1727|offer you, and you can make no objection. We'll exchange 1727|money if you'll exchange life if you will accept the offer." 1727|As he spoke Eurylochus threw his hands of gold over his head and 1727|smiled. He felt as if he would cry if he had heard right what 1727|The old man was overjoyed when he saw him, and said: 1727|"Eurylochus son of Damastor, I have got you to my mind, 1727|but I'm afraid that you have made some rash and rash suppositions 1727|before I made your suit. I am afraid that you've set your heart 1727|on it and not on your horse's worth. Go home to bed and try 1727|to wake up; for if you don't do so immediately it will 1727|be hard on you, if not quite impossible. You'll get the better of 1727|Me when I am better able to help you." 1727|And Eurylochus went on his way quite quietly, for he was 1727|still dreaming. The night came on as it would have came 1727|had he not taken his breakfast first--the meat and bread, and then 1727|he mixed his wine and went back to bed; his mother, of course, 1727|thought just the same and asked him to come and see her as often 1727|as possible; she and her daughter, however, only wished to talk 1727|about meat and drinking, and would have been glad to talk with 1727|Eurylochus on the latter's return from the voyage, but he was 1727|afraid that his mother would be angry if he came too. 1727|Thus did the suitors keep the suitors in their house forever, 1727|but they could not eat bread and wine in their palace any more. 1727|When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared, her 1727|white wings scattered her yellow dust, and she raised her rosy 1727|feet from off the ground--then her lovely nose went up into the 1727|sky, and she was pleased in her own sweet way. The others all 1727|did as she had done, and ate and drank, and all seemed set 1727|for good. Eurylochus was the first to rise, and went into the 1727|pavilion and sat down on the bed; his white wings took the place 1727|of a gilded apron that he wore. 1727|"My son," she said, "what does this spectacle mean? I feel 1727|like going to town to see if you could tell me the plain story 1727|why you and my people are so angry. Have you nothing 1727|to say for your wife who has been such a dreadful person? I 1727|think I can tell you the plain reason why--I am the daughter 1727|of a chief that is a landowner called Aegistebros. I am 1727|not the lady's mother, and do not much care for my father's 1727|house, but I would not have you keep us in any longer. You 1727|are young and handsome enough, and if ever I am married it will 1727|be better for you as well. Aegistebros, though he may be a 1727|pretty man, has still a generous mind that will not suffer his 1727|people to be wronged; when people see a man taking what 1727|they can't help him, and it is no fault of his own, they 1727|greedily demand whatever he can give and are as much as 1727|they dare for anyone, it being the custom among the people. 1727|It is not all Aegistebros's fault. He sees that Aegisthus is a 1727|good king and is being badly treated. He finds out about it, 1727|and sends a fleet against him." 1727|Ulysses answered, "I will tell you something else, child. I 1727|have the ships prepared to sail over the hills if you desire to 1727|have them ready and set about it while you are still 1727|in your own house. We will send you a servant to keep a lookout 1727|for any signs ======================================== SAMPLE 690 ======================================== 12286|His heart still with unspent vigour burning, 12286|Forgetful of the busy day-work done, 12286|Yet conscious still of his own love's desire, 12286|Hopes and fears his own bright star could not miss, 12286|And as he went, with each word and step, 12286|With love and faith and hope, he took his way. 12286|'Mong men and things there's one common bond, 12286|The hearts of men are weak and their own weak things: 12286|'If man's weak, God's strong--God's weak is more than man; 12286|Man's weak is man's own weakness--God's strength is more than man; 12286|And who but thou art weak and weak and fears to dare, 12286|To do, to be, to have--to breathe, to breathe or feel, 12286|Where even weakness fears to find the noble ground? 12286|And where but thou art brave, and brave and brave, man lives-- 12286|Yet thou art only brave in the past. 12286|'All things are strong in thy pure power and strength; 12286|Oft will they stand in thy great heart's conflict, 12286|For man, to man, thou dost all things suit. 12286|And where but thou art strong and weak and brave, man lives; 12286|Yet strong he is, and brave, and thou dost all things suit. 12286|And where but thou art strong and weak and true, and brave, 12286|And where but thou art fair and fair and true, 12286|And where but thou art fair, and where but thou art fair-- 12286|'For that thou art not fair has made man weak. 12286|Why dost thou fade from eyes that knew thee so? 12286|Why wilt thou hide from memory's gaze? 12286|Why wilt thou turn from memory's light? 12286|For never beauty lives who does not meet 12286|With beauty's mirror, and her soul reflects it. 12286|'Fade not, O fountains--but endure, endure, 12286|For they can answer when thy echoes cry: 12286|They are thy heart, and all the echoes are 12286|A true heart in thee, and all thy echoes true. 12286|'There's a clear voice is heard, and sweetly sweet 12286|Is the strain heard there, 'tis not heard in thee. 12286|'The clouds are still the while they silently 12286|Sway and bend to the music of thy lyre; 12286|But their soft eyes cannot answer, nor their sighs, 12286|Though their feet they sway and dance in a round; 12286|And the voice of their choral song is faint and faint. 12286|'Where the silver river flows and flows 12286|From an isle of calm rest to a world of snow; 12286|Then all is still, except the river that weeps 12286|At the dying tide 'mid the bogs of the lagoon. 12286|'The blue-jays, the blue-jays, the blue-jays, he 12286|Swings to and fro, and they sing thee his requiem: 12286|Yet they say that no man is sprung of the root-- 12286|Of the root is man, and man's voice is the seed. 12286|'The nightingale sings as thou art dying-- 12286|But she cannot call thee her Love, the young. 12286|Thou wert drifting in her song's bright misty lake; 12286|But she is mute in the dark of the forest-trees 12286|Whose branches are shaking with the tempest's roar. 12286|'But the song of thy life was clear and tender, 12286|When in thy heart it mingled with her joy; 12286|And it is lost in the mist now that thou art slain 12286|By a false lover's fond and foolish kiss!' 12286|And the Queen, in answer to the words of her lord, 12286|Was all of a sudden silent--for the cry 12286|Of a young child pierced the stillness absolute. 12286|Weeping Queen and dying child--this cry 12286|Comes from somewhere--what is it that rings 12286|In the heart of this poor mournful Queen? 12286|And when did that voice?-- ======================================== SAMPLE 700 ======================================== 38520|'Tis true he never had been kind as this; 38520|He'd only wanted _this_; 'twas all the thing; 38520|But he'd been just as fond as one of us, 38520|In childhood, to do what we did hate. 38520|And after this, to make a smile work, 38520|He'd never let me read the book of Ode 38520|(And _that_ was only the first thing she 38520|Had told him). So, _this_ our love had grown. 38520|But now _that_ was o'er; he found he had miss'd 38520|The key of happiness that held the door; 38520|The whole world's keys were all the more dear 38520|Because of the one few, long yearling things 38520|That now were his--books, and even his eyes, 38520|His face, his words. Then on two things he found 38520|That could not be to his dear eyes made dear-- 38520|A thousand thousand reasons why should be. 38520|Then some one must come and tell him all. 38520|At least, you see, my dear, when he was struck 38520|With the fatal blow of love, the fault was his, 38520|But--you had better send him up for a crown. 38520|When he could give no answer for one riddle, 38520|They sent another, and another, and another, 38520|Waiting in a dither for _Icilius_. 38520|'T was some one's wish--'t was all he had to say-- 38520|We never will learn 't to anything but her, 38520|And when she died, and when she moved away 38520|Into some foreign country, would you think 38520|We'd miss her? I've heard our house-lady say 38520|They sent her away and _will_ never send 38520|Oblivion o'er their own soft, earthly turf, 38520|Unless she send it all back into God, 38520|Which God once more would send you, and you know 38520|That if it came--and never has come--from start 38520|To end as you say--all things would seem 38520|Too dull and heavy--so you could not come, 38520|And leave life's last great breath here on earth, 38520|In heavy, heavy, heavy sadness, I say. 38520|But though he'd have his sweet time as 't should, 38520|It was his will he kept, or rather us 38520|(For I have had him since he was born), 38520|As I have had him and never knew. 38520|We did not have to wait another 38520|Till Death took hold of this poor fellow 38520|And made him so much ours from start to finish; 38520|And when he died,--in all my life's great need, 38520|And in a kind of sickly, last great prayer, 38520|Where I felt I could have died the other, 38520|I gave that little soul a soul of my, 38520|And gave him back his _first_, his _only_-- 38520|I made it so much mine that I believe 38520|The one was very much the other. 38520|My dear, 38520|I would not change my place there with you, 38520|But rather should your dear little friend, 38520|The girl who died for you, have place with you! 38520|If my dear boy could see your face to-night-- 38520|You are so lovely and so kind; 38520|His little eyes should look at you, 38520|Like them who used to meet and part 38520|To take a ride; it would be then 38520|A glorious sight! 38520|But Death will take all for some poor child 38520|The man who loved to play and sing; 38520|But he would live on like a lowly brook 38520|Where none but angels could roam 38520|(Though you are gone) 38520|And in his happy room that looks over 38520|The hills where he was never known 38520|A thing so fair! 38520|No mortal can have half your bliss, 38520|Nor I so many a heart-beat yield, 38520|As I did when it was ======================================== SAMPLE 710 ======================================== 1304|When you will be come? 1304|I will to-night 1304|With you go; 1304|And the fire on the hearth will give you a flame 1304|For my head: 1304|And while we to bed each put our crowns 1304|For a crown, 1304|We'll hold vows of thanks, and be no more wed, 1304|Since we've been. 1304|The moon looks so white, 1304|I shall go there 1304|The while you would to-night. 1304|The moon looking so white 1304|Will show to me 1304|To-morrow where you would be: 1304|Therefore while I say, to-night 1304|To-morrow let me go! 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I am fed, fed! 1304|The maids will laugh at such a folly, 1304|For 'tis no maiden's lute: 1304|If there's aught of beauty in my song, 1304|'Twill be the smile of it. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I'll sing so loud, so loudly, loudly, 1304|That I may make the birds afraid, 1304|For I'm no maiden, but a soldier 1304|Whose lute can't sing right. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I shall grow strong, grow strong, grow stronger, 1304|Until my soul shall be nothing-- 1304|And the moon, of course, will look at me 1304|With a kind of look of woe. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Let go, let go, 1304|And I shall find my way out; 1304|Let go, let go, 1304|For life is so full of grief. 1304|I will be drunk till I'm blue in the face, 1304|That nobody in church shall recognise me, 1304|But you may look in my face and say, "He is." 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sing I have no tongue, no tongue can sing me; 1304|But I'll sing you a song in the cadence of time, 1304|Until my heart will beat of its love of you: 1304|Until my heart will glow for your sake, 1304|And my blood shall burn in your sight. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|It may be true, but say not it; 1304|For what is life but a fleeting breath? 1304|And what is death but a fleeting death? 1304|And nothing both of these can be. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|It is no marvel then 1304|That I to her must fall; 1304|'Tis a wonder none but she 1304|Cannot be love's askew. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I would she were a goddess 1304|All naked as the soul, 1304|With but my lute for witness 1304|That love is death and death is love. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|I must be bold, I must; 1304|She will be proud: but how shall I be bold? 1304|Her eyes that glisten with fire, 1304|And her lips that blush so red, 1304|Will be fain to hide their tears. 1304|But I'll play upon my lute 1304|Like a young bird upon the string; 1304|And ere she hide her face in shame, 1304|I'll strike the harp of death, 1304|And so strike root of her disgrace. 1304|My lute, my lute! 1304|Sailing through ether, with me, Mary, 1304|A-sailing on the sea of soul, 1304|Our little song through space doth roll 1304|In measure ever'er it goes; 1304|And things that seem so little to us, 1304|Become to us the heavens above. 1304|The earth is shamed because of us, 1304|And heaven is shamed because of them, 1304|When 'tis vain to be both at ======================================== SAMPLE 720 ======================================== 18238|The great and the small, 18238|The blacksmith and the blackbird, 18238|All sat in the garden in a group, 18238|One after other, 18238|As each another 18238|Filled with unheeding pride and pity, 18238|This simple message 18238|For the little girl-elf from the apple-tree. 18238|Said the blacksmith, "Little maiden, 18238|If ever you smiled on me, 18238|I saw the love within you, 18238|I heard the music you made. 18238|Little maiden, could you tell us 18238|Just how it was, how it was? 18238|O, you little, unhappy, lonely, 18238|Little maiden! 18238|Did you never think of me, 18238|Did you never think of me? 18238|Little girl with the hazel eyes, 18238|Hearken to me! hearken, 18238|Hearken to me, my darling! 18238|I longed to hold you, darling, 18238|But you are far away. 18238|"O, where is my little sister, 18238|And where is my Aspasia? 18238|And where is my little brother, 18238|And where are the others? 18238|And where is the long-lost mother 18238|That nursed us when we were babies? 18238|And where is my father?" 18238|And the little girl-elf answered, 18238|I can tell you all about it, 18238|And I can tell you all about it! 18238|For I heard the little blacksmith 18238|Rushing down the hill, 18238|And I saw the red-haired mother, 18238|And my father's cottage gate, 18238|And I cried to him again, 18238|Calling out, 'Hazel-boots!' 18238|But he only came in his sack 18238|And carried me to bed. 18238|When the mother from the apple-tree 18238|Saw the little girl-elf run, 18238|And ran and tripped and tripped, 18238|She kissed her and embraced her, 18238|And then fell to the ground. 18238|So it's over here, over there, 18238|Under the bridge, under the tree! 18238|But where is that dear little sister? 18238|And where is your Aspasia, 18238|Where is the other four-year-old 18238|And what are they all about? 18238|Over the hills and away! 18238|Under the bridge, under the tree. 18238|I was down below, I was down below, 18238|Bearing off with a jolly good will, 18238|Though my heart was a-going south. 18238|But I couldn't keep much longer, 18238|For I heard a shout above, 18238|And I looked and saw three handsome fellows 18238|Coming down the street. 18238|So I followed after them, 18238|Till I heard their happy song, 18238|And they carried me safe to land. 18238|And they told me it was fine, 18238|That their ship was moored safe 18238|Outside the town of Vale of Tintley. 18238|But it made me very happy, 18238|For I always hear the little song 18238|And I always see the men. 18238|Here is the very nice young lady, 18238|As pretty a young lady as ever 18238|Was ever wriggled out of a book; 18238|And here is the little son, 18238|With his mother's eyes and hair and eyes. 18238|And the lovely young children, 18238|With their pretty lips and teeth; 18238|And the young lasses who are half naked, 18238|And the young lasses who are half hot; 18238|And the young lasses, in their cambric, 18238|With their petticoats and slippers; and 18238|The young lasses in their ribbons; and 18238|The young lasses with their lacy bloomy locks, 18238|Or, if there aren't any such things now, 18238|All their feet are beautiful with rings. 18238|Here is the very nice young lady, ======================================== SAMPLE 730 ======================================== 1279|Maun be my fate, I trow, 1279|Thou luik'st the deil's a lucky loon. 1279|And yet the sair ye're aye a tenant here, 1279|And aye thou'st found the heart I vouch for: 1279|And thooase I dinna care a whistle, 1279|For a' thooase hae done wi' me. 1279|Thou like'st a kye, for he likes a han'; 1279|Thou like'st a lass, for she likes a king; 1279|Thou like'st a loun, for he likes a frien'; 1279|Thou like'st a man, for he likes a toun. 1279|Ah, my boy, wilt thou no tarry in the town? 1279|Ah, my lad, wilt thou no tarry in the town? 1279|For of a' the boys that tak their station here 1279|Thou art the only honest man I want! 1279|And then, auld Lang Syne owes its attaint 1279|To meet wi' a loof in Lang Court's mouth: 1279|And there's Hughie Gage, sae braw an' sae sleek, 1279|Gaws ye nought today whilk he a-walt needs. 1279|Ye've heard the story. Now a' you 're set, 1279|I'm blythe, and just what I recommend. 1279|Here lies a' our kitties, Hughie, an' the rest: 1279|An' e'en their stools ain't grinnin' half mad, 1279|For a' their dainties, an' a' their sweets, 1279|Nae mair they look sae fameless; 1279|But a' the kitties look just as sweet, 1279|As ever set eyes on a man. 1279|The last picture they hae left them yestreen, 1279|They gat a glimpse o' their love-lake yestreen: 1279|For it was a' to see their delighting! 1279|But a' be'ind them was the tithermost. 1279|An' ay the sauts, at e'ening, did tell them 1279|That they were going to ruin frae day to day; 1279|Till their sauns were spent, an' the auld carlins, 1279|They started to seek for auld clothes. 1279|Weep not for me, dear, 1279|Who in this world am made, 1279|But love me mair, 1279|And pity me. 1279|And pity the poor, 1279|Poor creatures! 1279|But the rich man's is a mighty fine estate. 1279|To his poor creature all things add, 1279|But be, thou poor man, aware 1279|That what they call the poor are the exploiters. 1279|What does the rich man care for the poor, 1279|Or their state or condition? 1279|He knows that an honest heart 1279|Is worth a thousand sounds. 1279|He can tell, 1279|Safer taking than giving; 1279|Because, when all things are as they ought to be, 1279|They seem but too happy for affliction. 1279|Oh, woe to poor people! Oh, woe to them that are 1279|With their mither, and their sister, and their little son, 1279|(The boys have got) 1279|And their mother, 1279|And the sister they love best! 1279|That they should, when they die, be left to go to hell, 1279|With their sins and sorrows to be unclean! 1279|It brings tears after thee, poor sinners, 1279|And thy father's, with his burden of sin, 1279|And every brother's, the sad pang. 1279|If thou can'st smile, 1279|That we may 1279|Give thee, to all sinners, a grateful mind 1279|With a hearty laugh. 1279|To the pore born man 1279|Danger, should be, 1279|But a poor advice will bring a death, 1279|If he heed it not. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 740 ======================================== 19385|While his auld foot beats thae ances, 19385|Ah! daur ye bee at the auld bar? 19385|Ah! daur ye bee at the auld bar?, 19385|An' if ye have ten min'us ances, 19385|Daur ye be at the auld bar? 19385|There's a cauld, dingy bar, 19385|An' ae blythe young lady 19385|Was a' in his auld house, 19385|He had a fondness for her, 19385|She was his auld ha'." 19385|"I am a king o' the Irish clover, 19385|An' nae sic clogs o' gowlds I ken; 19385|But, whisht! I'm wae to hear men bleedin' 19385|At my reign o' the Irish clover, 19385|An' to see women's looves like wee diz, 19385|When the land that I rule is the land o' clover! 19385|I hae a wife an' a daughter fu' o' age, 19385|She lives down in the clover ha'-- 19385|The land that I rule is the land o' clover." 19385|Oh, I was sae blest to leave the play, 19385|That, like a ghaist, rusts awa! 19385|On a windy hill, I heard the snowdrift sweep, 19385|But, oh! how gleyerfu' it was to die! 19385|I set me down upon the heather, where 19385|I heard the wild bee as it swarm; 19385|While the linties all were on me blithe and bonny, 19385|In a bonnie ring I lay. 19385|I slept the sleep that fyfu' the night end, 19385|I thought that I was left alone, 19385|But in a swoon I see the light is glint, 19385|I saw the light was west. 19385|My gowld was yellow, my heart was saft, 19385|My hopes o' long ago were fled-- 19385|But lo! ilk bird's sweet singing on, 19385|I heard it far and near. 19385|I think upon my past, the while I'm casting 19385|Ae thought o' Heaven above me, yet 19385|I'm ever glad to be gane!-- 19385|The land that I rule is the land o' clover! 19385|'Tis a saft breeze that gies me a kiss-- 19385|'Tis a saft, fresh caftinge on my love, 19385|That waves upon my face, 19385|As gladness I do kiss, and he kiss me, 19385|Though he be sae slow. 19385|I canna get used to a kiss from your lips, 19385|But I'm wae to think that I'm blest, 19385|Whar the winds are blowing, and the rain's in bar; 19385|That they may be a-kissin' and a-kissin' at the same. 19385|The gowan-stalks grew high in the heather, 19385|The kye lay snug in their beds; 19385|And ne'er in the days o' our childhood 19385|Were we wint o' such joy; 19385|For, as life and its pleasures might come annee, 19385|So we fain was we to lie where the heather lay. 19385|Then he leaned o'er the heugh, and he laughed a hearty laugh, 19385|And the kye looked aghast, and the deil look'd asker anither, 19385|For their heads were sune to change. 19385|But the gowan-stalks they turn'd in the air, 19385|And the kye wad sieve awa', 19385|For, like a saut bird, O, saut were the tears 19385|That we shed as we fain had we seen, a wild bee on, 19385|But what could be a bee on! 19385|And sair, sae we sieve awa! 19385|And sair, sae we sieve awa! 19385|And we fain would lie where the heather lies, close ======================================== SAMPLE 750 ======================================== 4696|For you--and so for you? 4696|So that not only you, but all 4696|The souls in the deep dark sea 4696|Were waiting for the day?... 4696|What do you fear?--To save the past, 4696|Or to destroy it? 4696|Why--to save the past is folly, 4696|And to destroy the future. 4696|When the stars grow dim, and the skies, 4696|As with a blackened lid, 4696|Turn to a pitch that only Death 4696|Sees, why then,--if Death be good, 4696|Why--if--we--can--leave--the--past--behind! 4696|One thought--that I may not forget-- 4696|But, having once beheld, 4696|All else must die, or leave--the--past--behind! 4696|In the twilight of summer daylight and of the 4696|unfortunate silence, 4696|When the voice of the stars was alight 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|It was silence--of my life! 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|It was silence--for the grave! 4696|In the shadow, when evening's light 4696|Was passing along the sky 4696|It was silence--that life's most beauteous 4696|And brightest moment still:-- 4696|It was silence, that first night,-- 4696|When the heart, in its utmost bloom, 4696|In deepest dreamless bliss, 4696|Groped through the shadows--its last, 4696|The last hour of its days. 4696|In the twilight of summer daylight and of the 4696|unfortunate silence-- 4696|When the voice of the stars was alight 4696|It was stillness--the spirit said-- 4696|"It is silence-- for the grave!" 4696|It was stillness, the spirit said-- 4696|"It is silence"--for the grave!" 4696|What will I say, 4696|When the last sweet breath 4696|Is breathed, and in death 4696|The last sweet breath 4696|Is shed?--What do I say, 4696|When the great souls, 4696|That have loved a land, 4696|Are by an anchor cast 4696|In some unknown bay?-- 4696|What do I say, when round my heart 4696|They call me 4696|"Sleep not, friend, 4696|When they lay anchor!" 4696|What, if this verse be but the last!-- 4696|Then, if I say 4696|In the silence above, 4696|And the last sweet breath, 4696|Let them keep, 4696|Even as I, the memory of my friend. 4696|What, if the last sweet breath, 4696|The last sweet breath, 4696|Be but his last, the last sweet breath 4696|Of a land where he is not? 4696|Then,--let the same, if he should die, 4696|Keep his memory. The thought was fair, 4696|The words were sweet, and yet 4696|For all his life, the ghost must be. 4696|And now, where is my friend? Not where 4696|It ought to be, in the deep heart's glee 4696|Of children, laughing down on the bay. 4696|In the sea-caves and on the rocks his sleep 4696|Of darkness he laid down and dreamed: 4696|He was not sad nor cold, nor blind, 4696|The man I loved lay dying in his sleep. 4696|I called him to me,--I called with tears,-- 4696|I heard him sigh, and the call was lost. 4696|I lay and heard the waves that beat 4696|The side where he lay panting and bare, 4696|The beatings of the waves on his limbs, 4696|The sound the wind brought along the plains. 4696|The mist of his dreams rolled through the hills 4696|And down the valleys; and now far away 4696|It seemed a voice came and touched my ear, 4696|And said, "Sleep,--and forget to arise!" 4696|I ======================================== SAMPLE 760 ======================================== 615|From every kind of danger, and shall hold 615|Himself secure, so long as he is deemed 615|To be the King of Hebrus' realm, and dight 615|With the rank of monarchs, and the power 615|In aught. Such was his wont, when he to arms 615|Conquest of Hebrus made, that in his pride 615|He did not in his foes this champion take, 615|But, as it chanced, who was that chapman strong. 615|But, when he saw him come, in his dismay 615|The sceptre of his empire to restore; 615|He, without delay and in his own view, 615|Took heed, what well he ought to do, and where 615|His best and greatest might was or should be placed. 615|He, not unmarkably minded, had left, 615|As one who would a thousand things perform, 615|What all the gods had made for his desire, 615|And from the tyrant now the monarch took, 615|Albeit he deemed the warrior's task short-lived, 615|That he might win the kingdom. 'Twere long to tell 615|How this was done, nor here my story falls. 615|For that which now I tell shall (says I) none 615|Deserve to live without a subject-lead. 615|"So fair the warrior, that he well might claim 615|Mild leader of the rest, and would be famed. 615|He to the monarch, as the course was set, 615|Prayed him to spare the damsel's life, and sent 615|In his return, a herald, who conveyed, 615|In fair garments, on a palfrey borne by course, 615|A gallant cavalier, and by his side 615|The herald, whose good name he knew, to bear. 615|"This herald, as a sentinel he comes, 615|In the return of the returner, sends 615|To be behind the warrior, and himself 615|Towards the duke should take his course, nor need 615|That he should evermore appear, again. 615|And that the king may know the way to go, 615|And hear a messenger his steps attend, 615|He said (what might he not in this concealed?) 615|So that in place of him the warrior knew, 615|This message bore to Arachne's mind; which there, 615|When read, her mind would quickly take possession; 615|And she would give her secret in her breast, 615|And make her own what he should bear to hear. 615|"But to his wish (the messenger now told) 615|That for the next few days were promised, went 615|His way, and gave the message in demand: 615|'Tis that will do, by God, thou shalt possess 615|The mighty things which I, who most am famed, 615|May well forebode; yet which I only know. 615|And if the thing which I can but relate, 615|Thou wilt in honour from this have my thanks.' 615|"He in return from some far distant shore 615|Injouries shall perform, and with the aid 615|Of this chivalry, on this side or on that, 615|Will go and fetch from yonder city where 615|They wait for thee; for he, where'er they be, 615|Will give thee, not aught, but what he would." 615|The messenger was silent, for more speed 615|Would have made him, yet for more renown, 615|Than his had been the delay, as I think, 615|By which, with such the promise of the maid, 615|In all his voyage and his wayfarery, 615|He for her sake had waited. So the peer 615|Arrived upon his journey's end, and went 615|To find the messenger, and learn what said 615|Unto his ears, and from what mouth who spoke. 615|He, though without the city, for the maid, 615|As well he deemed her, knew that she 615|Had sailed for the rest, yet would him show 615|Not to that city by the ship's track. 615|He, in the very gateway's centre, was: 615|He who could do so much, should come again. 615|It so happens, that the gateway, which o'erthrew 615|The city ======================================== SAMPLE 770 ======================================== 1333|That makes one tremble, 1333|If one looked up and down 1333|The vast and level hall. 1333|Ah me, what was it that they said. 1333|What was it I could not see 1333|That made my heart beat so? 1333|If I had looked up to the skies, 1333|Or else up to the ceiling, 1333|Or if from the roof I looked down, 1333|The sight to which my eye would cling, 1333|The sight would be the same, 1333|The same! What was it made men say 1333|That I was standing right there, 1333|I was standing right there! 1333|O, they might have come a hundred miles 1333|For me and thee, my love, to keep, 1333|But I have heard, and seen, and seen, 1333|More than a hundred times. 1333|But they have stood so many miles, 1333|And seen so many times, 1333|I should like to walk a mile and write, 1333|And tell how many times I have seen. 1333|They would have laughed to scorn me then, 1333|But I have thought it never so, 1333|And I believe it never so. 1333|And I believe and I believe 1333|That the birds all sing the day long, 1333|That the clouds make all the sky a grey, 1333|And all the rain, when it is cold, 1333|Is not a great deal more. 1333|And I doubt if any can see 1333|What the birds see and know, 1333|Although they sang so often as to make 1333|My heart to beat in any beat. 1333|I am glad and sad as we go 1333|By the road, the wood, the sea, 1333|Or if we should turn and go 1333|Away, we know not which. 1333|O, that road is worn with springs, 1333|And wet with our walks, my love! 1333|And heavy with the rain-drops 1333|That fall from the heavy leaves. 1333|We two have worn it long, 1333|And worn away the flowers 1333|Of the land that shines above, 1333|And turned to brown the leaves. 1333|The road is heavy with springs 1333|And with the rain, my love, 1333|And we two are weary, 1333|And we two are worn. 1333|O, what is it brings you here 1333|This fall, this summer time, 1333|Out of the woodland? 1333|O, what is it makes you come 1333|Out of the woodland and bare 1333|With the wind upon your face? 1333|O, what is it makes the sun 1333|Dance in the dusk so fast, 1333|What is it makes them say 1333|That the trees do know? 1333|They know that the road is worn 1333|With sunbeams in the wood, 1333|They know that the leaves do fall 1333|Soft and heavy with rain. 1333|The air is heavy with dew, 1333|The trees know it too, 1333|The wind does know it too, 1333|And what is it in the leaves 1333|That makes it sing? 1333|O, what is it in the dew 1333|That makes the dew-drops cling, 1333|And what is it in the leaves 1333|That makes it run? 1333|I, that am weary and weak, 1333|I, that am weary and worn, 1333|I, that am worn and athirst 1333|For any little thing 1333|That is found in this world of ours,-- 1333|And the air of autumn is sweet, 1333|This fall, this summer time, 1333|A sudden dewdrop clink 1333|And a wind blows from the door 1333|Of a green room. 1333|Down a long aisle it goes, 1333|And a little wind blows there, 1333|And another wind there blows, 1333|And a long wind, too, there. 1333|And a wind goes, blow by blow, 1333|A-strolling on her way. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 780 ======================================== 16059|Á los ecos los hombres 16059|Más que el Rey á su empudiarias 16059|La calle sus pajes 16059|Entre sus caballos su afán; 16059|Tiembliendo en el vulgo y en el cuerpo 16059|Á los ecos dos amigos. 16059|Mústero tiembla en las frentes 16059|El alba, y la luz serena, 16059|Y las aves serena 16059|Después en la tierra 16059|Que un hombre bocado 16059|De mí enmendado se quedan. 16059|Ya las amores 16059|Se enjuto el placer 16059|Y el diente pécso 16059|Las amorosos vengaron. 16059|Lleva el álfaro 16059|De los pasados más el mar, 16059|¡Qué tus amigos esquiva! 16059|Las amores infeliz, 16059|Al lado enjuga, 16059|Hicieron del mar, 16059|Y alegre del rostro del agua, 16059|Y en las naves veo el vencedor. 16059|Vuéloso es yegual 16059|En la ciudad muy amada 16059|Y la pelea reina 16059|Otro pelea y tus amores 16059|Si tu amargura 16059|¡Qué mis soles, ¡qué se dice! 16059|Se quiero de mis soles 16059|Al mal punto, 16059|Y veloz cargado 16059|Los que en amargura. 16059|¡Qué mis soles! ¡voila esposa! 16059|Todo el que es amada, 16059|Ya quisiera escribir los muertos! 16059|¡Qué una noche 16059|Al pere3r 16059|Con feroz se desamiles! 16059|¡Qué mis soles! ¡voila esposa! 16059|Allí en amor 16059|El aire más de él, 16059|Al más que al aire está, 16059|El noche se hizoél. 16059|Con su padre4rm4ml¡tresolumnas 16059|Al cielo de su espátastas, 16059|El abismo despreciado un punto, 16059|Ya quiero de mis soles ¡ay re-mojitane! 16059|Ella, señor, al más de él, 16059|Firmá de la frente noche se fuere: 16059|¡La vida, ella, ella! ¡La vida, ¡qué es grande! 16059|¡La ventana, ella, ella, ¡quién hace un día! 16059|Ojos lo que á mi bien, señor, y fero guerra 16059|Que en ti, que mientras y desplende, 16059|No hallé, que al cetra en mi aparacion, 16059|Y de lo que en mi pesaré 16059|Al áspero en mi dolor, 16059|Ea paga al cielo que en mi pesaré! 16059|Solo encanta al fiero, señor, 16059|Y por el alto pone á la gloria 16059|¿Quién vos veces le están? ¡Quién de mi aparato 16059|Al fin, que en este mundo está el día! 16059|Tus nápoles que la clara frente, 16059|Y tus ná pocos que el mar, 16059|¡Falta asombrar! ¡falta asombrar! 16059|Á su rayo el rostro cielo, 16059 ======================================== SAMPLE 790 ======================================== 18396|"What, have they told you? auld Nick, I'm sure 18396|They've not; but 'tis true enough; 18396|I've 'mazed them all to 'ave him take 18396|His own life,--and as I've done and said, 18396|My conscience I canna clear: 18396|For, say, since my father had the axe, 18396|And all my brothers were to die, 18396|The very wisest of them all 18396|Must take his own life, and be buried. 18396|"It's true they call'd me 'Fritz,' but I'm sure 18396|I was first in their affairs: 18396|I 've been to the Kirk to fetch this beer, 18396|And here have had my fill: 18396|You've got my name, my health, my fortune-- 18396|(I 've paid them all their fare)-- 18396|I 've paid them for a bit of bread, 18396|But never drank a mouthful of it." 18396|"Thare, Nick, I 'll tell you why: 18396|I 've been to the Kirk to get the beer. 18396|The Bishop had such a bad disease, 18396|As we should all have cause to mourn, 18396|And he got sick, I think, about May, 18396|And died--nay, I had ne'er heard his end-- 18396|But, God forgive me, he 'd been dead, 18396|An' my poor father, sair I wad say, 18396|Was dying as well; 18396|When I, from our walks, had chanced to glance 18396|And see his hizzie dighted square; 18396|An' thought, as 'twas no stranger there, 18396|I'd save him all his due. 18396|But, nay! not so! I was a fool, 18396|I said I 'd save him nae mair; 18396|Tho' I'd been wi' the Bishop before-- 18396|I might be late to that creed again. 18396|I 've been to the Kirk! the Bishop 'll send 18396|To every man as soon again 18396|As seen, an' if it 's to save the clark, 18396|I 'll eat it wi' both my feet! 18396|The Bishop 'll say, as well as I, 18396|"You've saved the hale our Bishop dies"; 18396|"For my sakes!" I 'll daunder on, and then, 18396|I never shall see old Nick mair." 18396|I 've met wi' bairns, boys--and a' health, 18396|I 've met wi' hizzies, sairly daid; 18396|I 've had my fill o' the kirk's bestows, 18396|But Nick was my sole, an' only care. 18396|In my soul I rarum an' prayers, 18396|There is little left to pray or say; 18396|If I had but Nick--he had sair troubles, 18396|I wad forgive him wi' him wi' a' that. 18396|But Nick is my man, an' I 'll be his wife, 18396|An' that's to guard him frae his care. 18396|I thocht, if Nick had been gude to me 18396|I wad wi' him tak the gude-weather trade; 18396|But ah! my poor owre wi' you's wi' him, 18396|Or he'll owre blame ane, an I 'll rin ane. 18396|I thocht I 'd rin ane, my dear Margaret, 18396|Tho' that I ne'er could come on a level, 18396|I wish that I thocht I were sic like you, 18396|In a' the care o' my ain; 18396|For dule an' strife, an' ingratitude 18396|An' that dear smile o' auld men are mair; 18396|I mind how when you were first wedded, 18396|And bade your bridegroom be kind an' good, 18396|Said you would mak your husband just as happy wi' ======================================== SAMPLE 800 ======================================== 2819|I can't understand it,-- 27669|We never say "Thank you" 27669|(Except when it's very late!) 27669|But he's the kind that would go 27669|And do his very best, 27669|If you'd give him a hand 27669|If he only were mine. 27669|_And sometimes when we sit around the fire 27669|We talk of a thing or two: 27669|Of the boy that was mine when I was young-- 27669|(No matter!)--we talk of the boy we used to know, 27669|When he played in the wood, 27669|When he went a bowing round, 27669|In the golden olden time; 27669|He was just another boy._ 27669|It's a fine old wood and I've tried to walk 27669|Through the boughs above a few leaves, 27669|And I've looked where there's little green places, 27669|To the shade of a great blue sky. 27669|There's the sea, there's the meadows, the white road and yellow sheep, 27669|And there's the old, old, old road where I met him last._ 27669|'Twas a wood that he liked; it seemed just green and fair; 27669|And he liked the boughs above the great blue sky. 27669|'Twas a field we used to pass, now he is far away; 27669|And he loves the meadows, the white road and yellow sheep. 27669|And he loves the field when he is dead, but he'd rather be 27669|With his little boy there in the woodland far away. 27669|When he's gone 27669|He's a rich young boy sitting in his mother's lap 27669|And that is why he'll not forget 27669|To kiss and to hug me when he's gone._ 27669|_Oh! would you'd come back, this would-be friend, 27669|And we'd talk of a time when it hadn't been too hot 27669|Since we all set out; and how we'd walk 27669|Along the road again, where he'd left us. 27669|And when we'd reached him in the valley he'd say, 27669|With a smile, "Good-by, my dear, good-by!" 27669|And look at me with his dimpled smile; 27669|And I think we'd talk and joke about such things. 27669|And maybe we'd play at our old home game, 27669|If you'd come back 27669|And help to share in our old home joy. 27669|And when you are back 27669|It's just that we two can walk, 27669|Along the road again: 27669|We can watch the sheep and the grasses grow, 27669|And tell each other stories and listen to the wind 27669|Crying to the woods and calling in the trees 27669|Through the blue day, "Old dear, old dear!"_ 27669|_As we were riding down that lane of blue, 27669|O'er the brown hill's crest; 27669|And there in the valley between our feet 27669|There stood a house._ 27669|'Twas a tiny, simple-minded place, 27669|With a fence, and railings, and railings more, 27669|That made us feel so small. 27669|It could only be called 'Half Price' Town. 27669|There were houses up and down, 27669|In the distance we could scarcely see, 27669|To the horizon's end. 27669|_We sat, in the shade of a timber tree; 27669|Our eyes half closed, and our faces bent; 27669|And with a heavy heart we thought of home, 27669|And of the woman who'd died asleep, 27669|In the house we had grown to cherish. 27669|And the voice was quiet again; 27669|In the silence of the night, 27669|In the light of the moon and stars, 27669|And the night-wind we could feel 27669|The pulses of the sleeping and dying, 27669|In the quiet, moonless house. 27669|_That little house had so much trouble, 27669|So much trouble, and no rest; 27669|There was work to be done, and to be done ======================================== SAMPLE 810 ======================================== 35779|When he could smile! And though the words "Ah me!" are his alone, 35779|His smiles are ever in the vein of peace and joy. 35779|There is not one thing to say I dread to hear, 35779|From him to all, I must obey and see his call. 35779|There are no words that he is sure will cross my path. 35779|I will see him, if I can, and pass the rest by. 35779|I need not fear that he will miss me if I go 35779|And seek him, and cannot see him when I see! 35779|For if I went, you knew not why I sought with care. 35779|It's just that he must love me,--it's all so well! 35779|It is such joy that such grief to me can bring; 35779|So much love in his heart! He is so dear! 35779|It is such joy to see such joy in one so strong, 35779|And all the years he could not tell you, I seem! 35779|Ah, but there's the saddest thing! To know they're gone! 35779|To miss the friends of years! To lose his promise fair. 35779|His eyes, too, so beautiful, he never more 35779|Will gaze upon, the light of them, for all his art. 35779|To look into their light, the friends he loved to see! 35779|To feel the tears on lips he loved so much! 35779|I can not hide from a glimpse, with tears, alone 35779|I know he was so kind to me, and will be to-night. 35779|I think I'll spend the money on flowers and flowers. 35779|I'll buy for him this little, yellow, rose-- 35779|How it comes in--_cara bambino_. 35779|I think it's the very flower that's in the cup. 35779|I'll take a look from the little window there. 35779|It will be dark. I'm glad they're not here. 35779|I'm glad they're not here! I have to go 35779|To school to stay. Let them go, I hate to think 35779|Of them!--I must have them back. I must have him now! 35779|That is the only thing! But I must see, 35779|Because, as I said, he's all my own, you see. 35779|The children will think when he goes away, 35779|How he was all their own, you know, 35779|While they are all to me. 35779|I'm glad they're not here! 35779|The only one I can see as she's coming in, 35779|With her long, white hair, and her bright eyes, 35779|I see it so in me, as the breeze goes by, 35779|With each little flower that grows along the street, 35779|Whose heart has grown for me full of a joyous pain, 35779|And yet for me it never knew a change of spring, 35779|And yet is ever glad with all its joy to be. 35779|Why should I hate her to whose bright hair 35779|I cling, and whom I love? 35779|I love her for she is mine, 35779|Fairest of them all, 35779|And for she is one. 35779|I may not even care 35779|That the wind kisses her. 35779|Oh, it's so simple all 35779|That love's bright love to know. 35779|She'll understand. She'll know 35779|All its meaning, and its pain. 35779|Oh, she'll understand. 35779|She knows all my hopes and fears, 35779|All my hopes and dreams, 35779|All my dreams and hopes, all my fears, 35779|All my hopes are all my own, 35779|And I never can be true, 35779|So it's so simple all... 35779|I shall not love her anymore, 35779|The children are here. 35779|The children are here. You may not go 35779|Out or in or among them--only come. 35779|They are here. They will know. They will love me back 35779|When I grow up and leave them. They have eyes 35779|Too full of happiness, too sweet to see 35779| ======================================== SAMPLE 820 ======================================== 25681|"That's right, my lass." 25681|"There's not a thing more, my dear, 25681|Than what I said 25681|When first I came here one autumn day, 25681|And you were not in my sight. 25681|"But we've had a pleasant play 25681|Since, and my heart is heavy-heavy, 25681|And my tears run down 25681|Like the waters of the stream 25681|Which flows a silver course, 25681|And then into its bed 25681|Where a fairy is sleeping. 25681|"The little fairy of the vale 25681|Came down to hear her sing; 25681|And her heart had a happy nest 25681|In her cheeks' purple lining. 25681|"And she took her harp to play with; 25681|And it danced a tune 25681|That I cannot tell aright, 25681|And then we whispered words of love, 25681|And I laid my heart within. 25681|"And then a smile crept o'er my face; 25681|And my tears of sorrow fell; 25681|And I told my love and lost my heart, 25681|And it was so much the worse for me. 25681|"For I knew that love that is not wed 25681|To one, must linger longer by, 25681|With none to guide it, but itself 25681|Which still is wanting _bud_; 25681|And the bird of passion may complain 25681|It is not loved with love, like love. 25681|"And I told my love and you denied 25681|That you had not more of true; 25681|But love is all in all, and I, 25681|A dull, inert thing, cannot see 25681|In all this world a better thing." 25681|Then I told all my passion, and she gave 25681|Me a glance full of pangs 25681|And she could not say, "I grant your prayer"-- 25681|But with tearful eyes 25681|She did kneel down to me and take 25681|From me her hand. 25681|O God of Love! can she speak with Thee? 25681|Can she speak with Thee in me? 25681|Has she sinned a sin of bitter tears, 25681|And sinned no more? 25681|I, the weak, childless one 25681|In an age of pride, 25681|The fruit of so much folly, so of pain! 25681|Had my poor life been spared 25681|To read these simple words in Thee, 25681|That I was weak--that there was truth in tears, 25681|And that the soul might love. 25681|"But this too is not," she said, 25681|"But what God has done may do, 25681|And love is a holy, a deep joy, 25681|That cannot be quenched." 25681|Was that true, or was it false, 25681|And did I dare to pray? 25681|Yet did I think to see 25681|Thy love in mine own breast, 25681|"O God of Love! who art 25681|All things," she said, "by right, 25681|"O my God of Love! who art 25681|All things; my heart will smile,-- 25681|And the sun, which I saw, gleam 25681|For a moment with its star; 25681|And my eyes, which with rapture 25681|Have been waking, shall awake; 25681|And my heart shall cease to beat, 25681|When I find thy love true." 25681|And at this all-sustaining word 25681|How should I grieve, or weep? 25681|'Twas a smile I could not see 25681|That filled that silence, sweet, 25681|And the holy, all-seeing light 25681|In her eyes was resting, day by day. 25681|So she lifted up her eyes-- 25681|How could she utter aught but so? 25681|O my God! O my God! how could she see 25681|That all these raptures, so fine, so deep, 25681|All these passions and these prayers were but 25681|The clouds, that o'ershadow ======================================== SAMPLE 830 ======================================== 1228|To give life to the soul's work in the work of death, 1228|To give life to the flower and the leafless tree, 1228|To give life to the soul's play 1228|Among the stars! 1228|If it be for no such gain 1228|That life to death is given; if the soul may be 1228|Pierced with the spear for no gain, yet love's end is 1228|Life's highest good! 1228|As, from the breath, 1228|That makes us women, what is this but to be made 1228|To serve for instrument for the soul's music-play? 1228|Let them be free! 1228|I must be content 1228|Thee to behold! What's liberty but what is death? 1228|From the first hour of life, 1228|Let me be by and by to thee, 1228|For only with thy love, I live and breathe. 1228|Life's noblest life is holiest! 1228|And our best life is that we serve the life of thy love. 1228|The sun and the night and the day 1228|Are thine. Thou art light and life, 1228|And man, my man, can serve the sun! 1228|God is light's light. O God, be light! 1228|Then, life was my life's last breath. 1228|And I will not die before I see 1228|My life, its dying year, grow free. 1228|The hour will come that I shall hear 1228|The birds at the sweet-voiced tree, 1228|My thoughts make music of thy love! 1228|The birds on the tree with song sweet and free, 1228|I'll have them singing in my blood; 1228|For, what is it but thy love to know, 1228|And hear what thy thoughts make music of? 1228|For what is life, though man should live? 1228|If life were not thought's music sweet, 1228|Then life were not life; life were a dream. 1228|The soul may be death-white, yet the man 1228|Does not believe death is aught. 1228|The death-white soul dies not for care, 1228|But that a smile may light her doom. 1228|The soul, I've found, lives when no pain 1228|Is in her life; then, life! my man! 1228|The bird sings in the trees. I take 1228|The time for song; I have not done. 1228|Life, love, and death are not on earth, 1228|But only in spirit, man. 1228|I have known death; but never the dear, 1228|Sudden death of a sudden day. 1228|Death that makes me the man I am. 1228|So, death is an act, a birth, the love 1228|I bear toward thee, and love, too. 1228|The soul is God's best work. The man 1228|May think it is but idle play; 1228|But God shall come to choose his slave. 1228|And He shall choose the master. 1228|I have the powers of soul and sense, 1228|I have the good fortune 1228|To be the child 1228|Of the child of the child. 1228|The one and all God's children, 1228|Saints! and the greatest 1228|Saints who ever were born; 1228|No soul, no streeate of mine own was ever 1228|a larger love, a greater, 1228|Than that of man to man. 1228|Oh, let me see thy love, whose fires 1228|Are sweeter than the night, 1228|And let me see thy life, whose light 1228|Rays like the morning, 1228|When the long night makes faint the day. 1228|I look for thee, my God! 1228|I look for thee with tears 1228|Of love, of hope, of longing, 1228|Of trust, and hope, and faith, and all. 1228|I see the pines to-day, 1228|I see thy love, my God, 1228|They have no form or name, 1228|But, in a sudden flight, 1228 ======================================== SAMPLE 840 ======================================== 1058|A mighty host, to be the match of this, 1058|And win their own for evermore in the throng. 1058|No fear of any harm to them is here; 1058|We all are safe with God, and this bright night 1058|Doth clear the darkness of the world, and now 1058|The sun is risen: let us to the Temple mount 1058|In haste, and enter in; since Christ was risen too! 1058|O let the King be now revealed, his name! 1058|Let all the bells of all the bells in heaven, 1058|That ring in sign of morn, and all the tongue, 1058|That utter in our country, tell the same! 1058|O hear ye o' this! O eye to eye behold 1058|The Christ, who was the Lord, and yet so much 1058|He wot not who is Lord, but yet doth lie 1058|On many a naked shoulder of great Emeth! 1058|O let us take him to our breasts, and know him! 1058|O let us wish to kiss him, and adore! 1058|His mother bare Him, in her woe and shame, 1058|'Mid many grievous tidings brought to Him 1058|By sad hearts in many a lonely home, 1058|Where many a weary war-horse did appear 1058|In sorrow, sorrowful, sore for their sake. 1058|There is no sight like to His mother: her 1058|Glad face is gracious, but her voice is low, 1058|And ever His sad lips is to His lips 1058|Dread, and His bright tear-drops tremble not. 1058|And, lo! the great Arch-Angel: and here came 1058|A multitude, a mighty multitude, 1058|That stood a hundred fathom deep, and broad 1058|Among the water-flowers, and the white spray 1058|Of the great ships' broken waves: and that cry 1058|"Christ and our Saviour! thou God and Lord! 1058|And we all were like thee, when the Lord Christ came 1058|Out of Bethrean pasture, and made all her sheep 1058|Grow men like thee, and take care of Thee all 1058|Sow-time and harvest: and thou made our hearts 1058|Seem to these sheep, and take them of thy fold, 1058|When we were like sheep." 1058|Now is that harvest-time 1058|Of all thy harvest, King of kings, our daily bread, 1058|Our morning bread: and we that eat of it, 1058|Are the first blood that hath entered into our veins: 1058|We eat of thy bread, and drink of thy cup, 1058|For that thy name hath been exalted from the earth. 1058|O king of saints! O Father of God! 1058|O King of Israel, crowned and blest!-- 1058|O King of Israel, heard and feared!-- 1058|The bells of Beth-horon ring, the bells of Ebalon. 1058|The bells of Bethel, Clonmacnoir, and of Tuam, 1058|The bells of Sylvester, and of Isoldon-- 1058|O bells of every church-tower, every minster, 1058|Are full of the joy of Israel, our dear King. 1058|Our King is at his Temple, the bells of Solomon! 1058|We in our sorrow are many, but our joy is one. 1058|O bells of every town, and every tower, 1058|O bells of every minster, O bells of every land! 1058|For our dear King is all a minster, 1058|And we shall be one people, King of kings, 1058|While the ages sleep, one people, King of kings. 1058|The bells of Etain and Siger and Urim, 1058|The bells of the ancient Haran, 1058|The bells of Gavra and the bells of the white Swan, 1058|The bells of the dark tower, the bells of the green tower, 1058|And the tall bells of Jerusalem sound like one! 1058|O bells of every Moor and of every Moorish Moor, 1058|O black Harald's bells of Hethloth, 1058|O ======================================== SAMPLE 850 ======================================== 1568|Beside the old oak-kiln, where, in his glory, 1568|The man of science, and a host of men, 1568|Had once stood. When the grey mist, that shrouded 1568|And sodden washaskill, 1568|Gleamed with the yellow light and glittered, and cast 1568|The darkly-coloured hues of a fine 1568|Spring-day, when twilight had descended, 1568|As if in the air; He, the poet, 1568|The poet of the dawn, had stood 1568|By the old oak-kiln, and, as the morning 1568|Felt its kiss of blood-red fire, 1568|He felt on his pulse all those tremors, 1568|The quickening tremours of joy, and joys 1568|That make men glad, and make 1568|The stars of Paradise less bright; 1568|He saw in the morning's glory 1568|The dawn was born. 1568|He had never been one to droop and say, 1568|"The sun is risen! He who set this seal 1568|Of glory on an oak-tree, and in tune 1568|With the chords of nature, will strike one chord 1568|To waken the dawn"; 1568|The poet of the dawn had never known 1568|The dawn is lagging, and he will drop no note 1568|On rhythm as he goes. 1568|The poet of the dawn will write no more 1568|On scrolls at rest, where his thoughts are lost, 1568|Nor fret and struggle to make new-born rhymes 1568|To show the day, 1568|Nor will he search a deeper, or a wider, 1568|Or wider faring; but what joy will come 1568|To him whose song is sung? 1568|So, the old oak-tree, with its boughs of woe, 1568|Will swell and swell in tune 1568|With the sweet music of dawn, like the sea 1568|In every sea-bird singing. 1568|He whose song is not, will never be 1568|One to say, "Goodness is everywhere": 1568|He'll have no words to sing, 1568|For none is his within his lonely mind. 1568|No one has told him of his glory 1568|And the mystery of his genius, 1568|And all his dreams of that which is to be, 1568|Or the day's far-flung fate. 1568|The poet who dreams not of the dawn, 1568|The poet never will know; 1568|He faints away, and fain would sleep, 1568|But he never dreams of dawn. 1568|The poet who thinks not of the day, 1568|The poet never sees 1568|The mists the day's freshening rain 1568|Lash over his tired face. 1568|He never hears 1568|The stars of evening's silver tone, 1568|Or the deep bells of his own hamlet, 1568|Awaiting him at home. 1568|The poet of the dawn, he who sees 1568|A light in his sad soul, and cries 1568|"Farewell, farewell, 1568|The poet who says 'tis dawn," 1568|Will sleep and die 1568|In some dim place apart, and weep 1568|His pain till he is born again. 1568|The poet who thinks not of the day, 1568|The poet will never know 1568|How much the sun must suffer and bear 1568|With the poet thinking of the day, 1568|How many crowns must fall with the day 1568|In the heart of an honest youth. 1568|In the face of the world, in the heart of the night, 1568|The poet who sits at his window, is free; 1568|He sees the stars, he drinks in the sky-white moon, 1568|And the wind whistles in the pine tree branches; he 1568|Lets rain or snow pass; he is glad to be 1568|Still, even in the face of the world - for still, 1568|For one thing, the poet still is in his window, 1568|Amidst a dream of the stars, of the moon 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 860 ======================================== 1031|Thy words, they do not suit; 1031|For the soft blue heaven of thy blue eye 1031|Is no more blue to me. 1031|The birds are gone to the trees, 1031|The stars do not shine, 1031|The flowers of April do not blow, 1031|To make new beauties on the ground. 1031|It is the sun, it is the sky, 1031|The angels of the Morning call; 1031|And they stand at the window and say, 1031|'This is the Lord's going away! 1031|'And all the stars are brighter grown 1031|For He hath met His own again.' 1031|But when we would in our tears 1031|Lift up the dear old heavy eyes in which we sleep, 1031|To them seemeth all to pass away; 1031|And they who are our friends, with their tender eyes close, 1031|Feel they have never known a joy so much divine. 1031|They are the friends of infants, 1031|They are the friends of doctors, 1031|And they are the friends of the rich, 1031|Who drink like drunken sailors 1031|Sweet wines while the nets are cast. 1031|Oh, the rich! the rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and the rich is his 1031|Who sits in his golden-hung city at his ease, 1031|Sipping his ale in the glare of the melting sun; 1031|Who has made his life a jest, 1031|Who has no sense of duty, 1031|Who is drunk with Commerce, 1031|Who is satisfied with the market. 1031|Oh, the rich! the rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and their wealth our own, 1031|Who made the earth for their use, 1031|Who built up empire with our sin-born blood, 1031|Who ploughed on in pride, 1031|Who trampled labour, 1031|Who gambled, and who were greedy, 1031|Who built up their empire by the day 1031|And made their revels full and free 1031|With drums and clarions, 1031|Who flouted their neighbours so 1031|And stole their mead like brutes, 1031|Who barter their brains with their neighbours' brains, 1031|And build up their empires by the day 1031|To fight with the Devil, 1031|To bungle their possessions abroad, 1031|And carry their plunder back to them at home. 1031|The rich! The rich! oh, the rich! 1031|Is it a crime to know this thing 1031|That they will plunder and rob you to please their fancy? 1031|They have stolen from us 1031|Their honey, their mead, and their tears, 1031|Their laughter, and their books, and their hours, 1031|And laid their gold on the ruin of our banks, 1031|And sold our hives and our bright young minds, 1031|And trampled our young lives to the dust, 1031|And laughed at our youth like a child of laughter? 1031|What madness to think that aught we have 1031|Or think that aught should be 1031|Should be more than our brothers, our cousins, our sisters? 1031|Oh, the rich! Oh, the rich! The rich! 1031|Our enemies laugh in their scorn, 1031|And their priests prate of their gold, 1031|But the best things they have in their power to plunder 1031|Are the friends we have known, 1031|And the comrades we have lived with, and the brothers 1031|We have suffered for with our own hearts and with our tears. 1031|The rich! The rich! oh, the rich! 1031|The rich they are of us, and their wealth our own, 1031|Who make their life a jest, 1031|And laugh at our labour, 1031|And bungle their coin with their own to dust, 1031|And sell down our land and our soul to make more space 1031|For their black ships sailing with all their freight 1031|Across the sounding ocean's blackness, 1031|And our strong houses fall to the ground 1031|Crying, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 870 ======================================== 36803|And when the sun went down and we were left alone, 36803|I thought of all I'd been for, 36803|And the love, the hopes, the fears, the doubts, the tears, 36803|That came to be the price of that kiss! 36803|I thought how slowly, with a pain 36803|And a slow strength, we had done; 36803|And how I had loved her in my grief-- 36803|For I knew that it was false! 36803|And, if I loved again, what then 36803|Should be my pleasure or my fame? 36803|And, how, if I could die, then gain 36803|Nothing more than the silence forgone? 36803|And how could I be proud what I'd done 36803|If I knew how it had been? 36803|I sat alone, my thoughts were out, 36803|For I'd known before that she'd loved, 36803|Was happy, and all was well. 36803|All through the Summer when I'd thought her true; 36803|It was so well! 36803|You were the sunshine, I was the ray 36803|Of the sunshine in you! 36803|I know my heart has grown to fill 36803|With a strange sweet longing, 36803|To dream of you in the beautiful West-- 36803|To know how many roads you took 36803|By which you came there. 36803|I cannot tell where I've walked, 36803|I'm sure I never know. 36803|I cannot tell if a dream 36803|Of you, in the West, lies 36803|Near to where I was walking, or afar, 36803|But the one I know is there. 36803|I cannot tell where I've gone, 36803|There's no road that's straight or straight; 36803|But all roads have the path you made 36803|For me there, to take. 36803|I cannot tell if I've lost you, 36803|I'm sure I never know! 36803|I cannot tell if I've hurt you, 36803|Where you fell, in the Spring, 36803|Or, somewhere sad and strange and far, 36803|You lie in the grave. 36803|I cannot tell if a pain 36803|Of you, in the West, I've felt; 36803|But I'm sure, somewhere there is still 36803|A quiet place to rest. 36803|I cannot tell if my life 36803|Is changed, or changed for ever; 36803|But somewhere there's peace, and you'll rest 36803|Beside me there. 36803|I cannot tell how I've lived; 36803|All through the joys that's gone, 36803|I have known the sweetest way 36803|I could ever think of! 36803|The summer is long gone and gone, 36803|'Twas but yesterday that June 36803|Came laughing to the roses here; 36803|And the Summer is over too. 36803|But in the heart of the old Spring 36803|Is still the breath of the roses yet. 36803|When we go a-roaming through the world, 36803|And if I catch a glimpse of you, 36803|To my side I'll lift it to my breast, 36803|With all my heart and soul, and say: 36803|"She's the darling of all this gay earth!" 36803|_'Saw you in the Sun, my own white Queen?'_ 36803|When the white flower shines through the rain 36803|And all around the garden lies, 36803|I am always finding you in blue, sweet skies. 36803|When the light is on the water, 36803|And the light is in the river, 36803|You always find me, by the side 36803|Of the white flower in the gloom, 36803|Just waiting, just dreaming, just out of sight. 36803|_'The sun had found us in the rain,'_ 36803|When I say, "I see your face, you white rose of my heart;" 36803|Then all round the garden plain 36803|You're waiting, dreaming, just out of sight. 36803|When the rain is on the window pane, 36803|And my heart is a-thrill, 36803|And the earth ======================================== SAMPLE 880 ======================================== 19221|And in my grave may they rest! 19221|'Tis said that there are those, 19221|Whom fervent believers be, 19221|Whose holy thoughts by science move 19221|That knowledge is the highest good! 19221|I would not change this low renown 19221|For any other merit, 19221|Nor seek renown to change the name 19221|That is so due above me. 19221|And, as my dear loved father sleepeth, 19221|May he rest with his friends below, 19221|And every voice of mine in heaven 19221|Serve him for dinner-meat, I say! 19221|A pretty picture by the Grace 19221|&c. 19221|I can not find your very name, 19221|Or e'en your epitaph. 19221|No: I'll not be polite, 19221|I'll not look for you at all; 19221|You must arise, or I'll steal 19221|To your lady,--who must arise 19221|And sit by your side, you know. 19221|When you shall _not_ arise, and sit by your 19221|The morning was grey; the birds were chirping in 19221|the bushes, 19221|and from the boughs of the trees below through the hole 19221|in the hedge, 19221|The people of the village all sat on their seats 19221|and were talking to one another. 19221|The bell for the village breakfast-house was rung 19221|by the people of the neighbourhood, and now and then 19221|a person, of quality or estate, would stoop to 19221|reach it, 19221|And there would be a long and pleasant conversation 19221|between them and the stranger. 19221|The people of the hamlet, by reason of their 19221|own small size, had no large-scale fires, nor did they 19221|sit round talking to one another. 19221|The bell for breakfast-time was rung by the people at the 19221|head of the house, and when it was rung, they all started 19221|up 19221|And the conversation of the guests was spread;--one young girl 19221|standing up, 19221|A lady of great refinement, and a lady of great 19221|gentle manners,-- 19221|Who sat there, in a beautiful satin dress; the 19221|woman on either side of her were ladies of very 19221|excellent family, 19221|But these were the very very people you should 19221|not meet that breakfast-hours; they were a very 19221|difficult group to represent; they were a good deal 19221|young, 19221|Very young, they had blue eyes and fair white hair; 19221|They had been women all their lives, and they still were 19221|young to go about it all so proudly, and to go away 19221|like this, with one another, and to stop so suddenly 19221|At breakfast-time they all began to talk, and nothing 19221|could 19221|be brought out that would say anything to make conversation 19221|passable; 19221|So nobody rose, and nobody listened, and nobody 19221|could 19221|be brought under till they got into the family room. 19221|They were all dressed exceedingly neat; they had so 19221|many bags and so many clothes, 19221|That if anybody wanted them nobody 19221|could 19221|have 19221|They bade adieu to friends, and relatives, and all 19221|other persons whom they met on their way that 19221|day; 19221|And then they all began to go to their own rooms. 19221|When breakfast was over they all parted, and 19221|accompanied each other; 19221|And seldom do heroes fly so fast that they can 19221|not take 19221|Distinction; but 'tis the fastest seen that they 19221|don't 19221|distinction themselves. 19221|When the old men were divided and all the 19221|little ones 19221|were separated from their toys, 19221|And the women, as best they could, sat on 19221|the hard benches, with their hats on their 19221|shoulders, and were only vaguely aware that anybody 19221|had ======================================== SAMPLE 890 ======================================== 34001|But how about some new kind of music 34001|We'll come to when we've gone in search of it, 34001|As they sing the praise of Love that's greater, 34001|And his own sad story to end.--_ 34001|And so we sang as one, and watched with them 34001|In the old-fashioned dance of love and grace.-- 34001|For though the spirit of a little boy 34001|Had come with our long-lost youth to him-- 34001|With his love and wit and all the world to win, 34001|The soul within him was so near the soul 34001|That he could feel it in his body near 34001|As the breath of a little bird could seem 34001|To a little bird asleep in a cage. 34001|And when he made the step that brought her home, 34001|The music in his heart came up to him-- 34001|And not of the world that he so loved-- 34001|But of love and love's love and the love 34001|Of God which made God in order meet, 34001|And which is the sole good and sole joy 34001|Which he found in the things that God's will wrought. 34001|Then, lo, the dance began--and the rapt, white faces 34001|Of the young men from all the long-drawn nations-- 34001|Of the young men who had seen the soul of things 34001|In the ways of their own native life-- 34001|Of the dancers who had danced before the moon, 34001|And who now brought forth 34001|The new stars of the world, 34001|And the new men of the world, 34001|In our hearts to welcome the new year! 34001|_And as the dancers moved 34001|They sang a song that went 34001|Across their hearts as they danced 34001|While the dancers sang a song that went_ 34001|From the old old past they knew; 34001|Old as the dreams that were of them 34001|And as old as our youth. 34001|Old as the things they thought and wrought; 34001|Old as the dreams the men gave birth 34001|To new men in the great new world they sought, 34001|Who laughed from the old old ways. 34001|They thought how in every change of tide, 34001|With all the tides of power and fame, 34001|One thought must guard them all together,-- 34001|The thought that is the breath of God. 34001|For they are the children of the past, 34001|Where are the old old dreams? 34001|The old old dreams of God as I know of. 34001|We will see them in the great new year 34001|Before we die, 34001|As we rise to welcome the great new years: 34001|And in the joy that lies before them 34001|I saw again 34001|The old old dreams that are with us when we sleep 34001|And in our dream 34001|As the old old gods are ours 34001|And their sway is over me. 34001|We will see them in our dream of earth, 34001|As when the gods we worshipped were, 34001|And all their golden dreams in dreamy fields arrayed 34001|Might yet come true: 34001|As they moved,--as God moves,--in the land of faith 34001|That we will see; 34001|As the old old gods with gold were ours 34001|And their sway was ours 34001|And our dreams were ours and their, 34001|To guard and guard and guard, 34001|Till God should smile his face and God's hand shake, 34001|And the face of God smile theirs: 34001|As the old old dreams were ours! 34001|They are not gods, but they are Gods indeed-- 34001|God and all his ways; 34001|And we shall see, when we rise and weep, 34001|Our dreams and how they weep 34001|As the old old gods, that are with us when we sleep, 34001|That lie among us by the side of dreams 34001|And are our Gods; 34001|For the old old dreams are ours! 34001|It is night; the sun is set. 34001|We watch with silent fear: 34001|Do the ghosts of our past hear the pale ======================================== SAMPLE 900 ======================================== 2130|When he's as old as I is, or he's as young! 2130|I can't let him keep his youth--what's that to me? 2130|I do not think I would take to my old age, 2130|For my taste is not old--so the wise men say; 2130|I'm a young man--don't give me no more--no more, 2130|No more, I say; I'm not grown up, nor grown old." 2130|He is gone back again to his native shore; 2130|The world is all his wherewithal to fill 2130|But for what the grave shall meet, and the sky 2130|Pillars him a land of his own, his own furloughed." 2130|Now the old men will go in and out, 2130|And the young men on foot, the foolish ones, 2130|Who could not walk or stand, they will stand 2130|Where in their graves, and they'll take him in 2130|By the shoulders and say: Here rests his head-- 2130|His was the sole mortal voice they listened to, 2130|And he has lived all the days of his life 2130|In his grave to listen to no other dead. 2130|His was the only place they heard the breeze; 2130|And they'll take their pilgrim's staff, and go 2130|Whither the dead men shall and never come back. 2130|Aye, we shall hear him whisper in our ears, 2130|We shall see him walk, but he is dead to us: 2130|We saw him in the morning, and we saw, 2130|With a heart's blood, the coming of the dead: 2130|"Look to it, ye dead men, that ye keep your paths: 2130|The living know him and have his highway, 2130|He is here to ask you for what he may have. 2130|Ye know your lives, and ye have done with fear, 2130|Ye would not look upon the face of him-- 2130|And you will have no more to fear, for you are clay. 2130|"He is with you, and ye must walk with him: 2130|If ye say 'No, you said no such a word,' 2130|The living shall have your highway even as ye; 2130|The dead shall see him and go with him again; 2130|And the roads shall be bridged with living men. 2130|"I will go up, and I will go down, 2130|And I will sit in this same door as you, 2130|And I will sit in the same position, 2130|And I will hear the same talk as you, and the same 2130|Noisily arguing with yourselves." 2130|There sat a man of fifty, that man of fifty 2130|Sighed: "There's no such man, I'm sure of it, 2130|For if he really were not only dead, 2130|There's no such man, I'm certain of it. 2130|That man is in a fool's way; he shall lie 2130|And we will sing on, and make our cheer 2130|And laugh--for we shall have a merry time 2130|Aye, and laugh again, till we too pass! 2130|"But he is with us, and we shall have him, 2130|So if ye choose to laugh, so God reward ye." 2130|Then the old man sat down, and said within 2130|"And if I must have laughter, God reward ye; 2130|But I must laugh on, or otherwise. 2130|He shall go up the road a little while, 2130|And he is certain of a spot 2130|Where he could lie and hear the merry songs 2130|Of the Gods, while we sit laughing there, 2130|And the Gods are singing; but there he'll never come. 2130|"But he is with us, and we shall have him, 2130|So if ye must have weeping, God reward ye; 2130|But we shall weep and weep again till we too pass!" 2130|And the old man wept. 2130|"And why should I weep and weep again? 2130|My tears fall down upon the land, 2130|And the tears lie on the hills of heaven, 2130|And the tears fell upon the hills of ======================================== SAMPLE 910 ======================================== 20956|The bard is glad, and weeps. 20956|O dear God! and how I do rejoice 20956|That Thou art great, and I am free! 20956|And that I may no longer stray 20956|From Thee, from Thee, forever! 20956|_The lily of the vale, the rose 20956|Blooming in the wild wood,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose,_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and the rose;_ 20956|_The lily and ======================================== SAMPLE 920 ======================================== 18500|A' round the house; 18500|Sometime he taks the pash--the fau't-house maun be blithe, 18500|When he gets 'way wi' his gin, 18500|That keeps the beggar out. 18500|'Tak him out, and then a bonnie laddie will; 18500|An' you will see, 18500|When in the church he kneels, an' hears the cauf hearth-fire blazin', 18500|To the smoke that grows 18500|A', t' lass, that lives there, sae cheery and cheerie an' cheery. 18500|I love my wife, I love my life, 18500|I love my ma and him that's my ma; 18500|But oh when I come to the end of our routh. 18500|It makes me mawk and mutter and fret, 18500|Wee folks be owre sae sair--d'ye mind it me? 18500|You'll swear that I see thee in my dreams, 18500|And I be thinkin' on nae fine things, 18500|Tho' at my window I may peep and peep, 18500|And I be holdin' the key and peering. 18500|There come a mist o' dreams about my place-- 18500|It seems to be a wonderment; 18500|Tho' I aiblins may be a-wishin' 18500|That I could see the deil 'most in sight; 18500|Yet in the dark I'm a-goin' to sleep; 18500|My heart it sings the fairest songs:-- 18500|"My dear Ma, I hope youre well." 18500|"Tho' my dear Ma, I doubt it, my dear, 18500|I hope that I'm nae the langer of the truth; 18500|But yet, dear Ma, I gie thee my due; 18500|I've loved mysel' wi' insiduous ardour, 18500|And had a heart that's tirl'd at a' the bums in life: 18500|Now I trust that I'm as unlike thinesel', 18500|As a hare I can run a mare wi' me.)" 18500|There was a blude aye gnawin on the brow, 18500|Thrangin' like a snaw on the shavin' head; 18500|"O you that gab and whiddum-hunt, 18500|Gif you hae but a blink toon, 18500|Gif you hae nane o' the kent, 18500|Gif the bairnies be no worse, 18500|Then take aff aff your auld kent, 18500|Take a' your ain kent and gaj; 18500|"And mind you remember this, my dear; 18500|I ken you've just had a heap o' the kent, 18500|There's nane o' the bairnies yet to know 18500|Up wi' your bairnies baith, my dear; 18500|They sall be the fell o' your womankind, 18500|And wha oughre they want or thegither. 18500|"And mind you remember this, my sweet; 18500|'Twas an o' the bude ae tippence a piece, 18500|And auld your luck's at anither; 18500|There's nane o' the bude o' your womankind, 18500|And wha oughre they want or thegither." 18500|My mother's on the ladder; 18500|She's sweir to think o' her 18500|Wi' her seven bairns to busk her, 18500|And drap her bairns in plaid. 18500|My mother's to the chamber, 18500|Where she's sweir to think o' her 18500|Wi' her seven bairns beside her, 18500|And drap her bairns in plaid. 18500|Tune--"_Auld Monk, come hame._" 18500|Auld Monk, come hame when ye're a' grown to manhood, 18500|And grudge the kirk the merrier for the kirk. 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 930 ======================================== 12242|Of your dear home with my own. 12242|The flower and the vine, the grass and the corn, 12242|You that have made them my all, 12242|The flowers they wither, the stems they disfigure, -- 12242|Yet, if it be for love of you, 12242|I go envying them your air. 12242|O love that is not loved by alone, 12242|Spread out your little hands in this prayer, 12242|Lest we (too quick lovers!) 12242|Be steals a second winter's day 12242|For one who is not near! 12242|We have loved and were true; 12242|The hour is surely nigh 12242|When our hearts have the pleasure of being yours. 12242|We have loved and were true; 12242|Time wears both mask and part; 12242|We have lived too long! 12242|We have lived too long! 12242|It is not always shining, 12242|Here, on life's your way, 12242|For all the glad hours 12242|That flit round you! 12242|When, dearest, on the lips we kiss, 12242|And when the hand is lying 12242|On the heart we lay, 12242|May we not dream that sometimes, 12242|As 't were a part of us, 12242|A shadow falls, 12242|And then a shadow grows 12242|To cover us? 12242|May we not dream as we lie 12242|Sad sleep of dreams foretelling 12242|Of sorrow near? -- 12242|A voice, a step, a hand, 12242|That draws the curtains parting, 12242|And murmurs thus: 12242|"The morning's over Madrid, 12242|And I've forgotten -- maybe; 12242|But who is this, 12242|With all her tender music, 12242|Whose eye so sad and rare 12242|Shows no sign of morn? 12242|"O sweetest fairy, ever, -- 12242|Thy place of rest is far; 12242|One who would hasten away 12242|Might ask thy name." 12242|I have known eyes too full of tears 12242|To know whether they remembered spring, 12242|But we must leave them to remember. 12242|I have known hands enough to twine, 12242|Yet that they took too small a theme 12242|I never told. 12242|I have known feet too little smart, 12242|Yet in their landing they should dance 12242|Sweet feet so fleet. 12242|I never told, for all my days, 12242|What hands' and feet' caresses, 12242|But all that I have known I keep 12242|For a mystery. 12242|I never told myself how fair 12242|To be so full of doubt, -- 12242|Yet in me lying, day by day, 12242|And day by day, 12242|I felt it lay. 12242|The rose was red and the ling 12242|It brought to every heart; 12242|But it brought its own fierce secret 12242|Beyond the scent. 12242|I never told my secret there; 12242|I only knew 12242|How good it was to hold it, 12242|And warm its breath. 12242|There's a flower that leaps and pours 12242|When the day is at its noon 12242|And turns to a rose 'neath the night, -- 12242|How can I say? 12242|Too good! the rose is red to speak, 12242|The ling its very praise, 12242|But in the face of God how glad 12242|It blushed the right way! 12242|There's a flower that drinks in the breeze, 12242|And leaves the chill of the trees, 12242|And seems a friend, a welcome, at heart, -- 12242|Ah, love, how sweet! 12242|I never said how fair it was, -- 12242|I only knew, -- 12242|No, never, good Lord, it rose 12242|To heaven, as the spring to the deep, -- 12242|With this my answer. 12242|If I should bid you fly to my side, 12242|And you should die awhile, ======================================== SAMPLE 940 ======================================== 1280|The house of their parents, and here, 1280|And now we see no more the garden, 1280|And now, the garden is gone." 1280|Then it happened that one day, one summer morning, 1280|A child came from the garden, 1280|And, in the sun, the boy--who had been 1280|The master and the schoolmaster-- 1280|Forgot his lessons, and his schoolwork, 1280|And entered the schoolroom through the garden, 1280|And stood there long at attention, 1280|And seemed to learn the lessons: 1280|And when the teacher saw him, he exclaimed: 1280|"How's now, Johnny? See, the lesson, 1280|A new neighbor's lesson, 1280|Taught to me from a boy to-day." 1280|And the boy then stood in the sun 1280|And heard the man, the master, saying: 1280|"How's now, Johnny? Is my hand good? 1280|I'll teach you the word learning; 1280|How's now, my old boy? See, the leaf 1280|Is being carried away from the stem 1280|And into the leafy tree!" 1280|One day a stranger came from the street: 1280|He did not have a coat on; 1280|And, as the street-dog lay 1280|Pregnant with his load of knowledge, 1280|He came to the school, that is the school. 1280|And the teacher spoke to the boy: 1280|"I will teach you a word learning; 1280|I will teach you the word finding." 1280|The boy had a mind for this; 1280|And the teacher said: "Go in and find, 1280|If you have a mind for it, 1280|And teach you the word finding." 1280|The child carried his father's books, 1280|To that school of the stars; 1280|And he found the word: "Look," he said, 1280|"Oh! see how the light moves! 1280|They are all of these a leaf, you see, 1280|Of the new green, you see, 1280|Of these, a star, a mushroom, 1280|Of the earth a rose." 1280|The next day: "See, the star moves 1280|In the purple sky above; 1280|And the purple star you see, 1280|Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong 1280|Is the child's friend." 1280|"And," the teacher went on, "see, 1280|I have no coat or coat-a, 1280|And I do not wear my hat." 1280|And the boy looked up at the sky, 1280|And the star came trembling to: 1280|"How does it know that the earth's 1280|Star is shining over?" 1280|Then the teacher looked at the child: 1280|"Oh, Johnny, the earth's star is 1280|A bright word in the human heart." 1280|Saying this the boy found the leaf: 1280|"Oh, see you the star, my star?" 1280|The child knew the word learning; 1280|And the teacher said: "It is searching 1280|For a leaf of the world." 1280|Then the boy carried the leaf 1280|To the star, into the star, 1280|Ding-a-dong, ding-a-dong: 1280|"We are then the leaf and the words." 1280|This boy dreamed the dream of the nightingale 1280|Till a long time after, with his head 1280|Bowed in thought, in the old-time forest, 1280|And with his own dark dreams, he sang 1280|To his song-birds in his empty house, 1280|And dreamily found the meaning in 1280|The words he saw in the rose and the stone. 1280|In the spring, the birds were singing gay: 1280|"We are happy, my love, in spring. 1280|We are glad, 1280|Where our home is made and the leaves are falling." 1280|But when the leaves that were swinging in the wind 1280|Were swept down by the tempest and perished 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 950 ======================================== 1279|The King of Wales is a very clever fellow; 1279|He's sly as a cat, and a thief as well, 1279|He's like to set round a lamb a score, 1279|To take and turn round, and a-mimicking her tone. 1279|But to crown my Lord of Leven's min' fun, 1279|He's just like a dunce in w'at he can do; 1279|He's all in a twirl if he's going to be tail, 1279|For the man that heaps things at Lord Brougham's feet. 1279|Lord of the Whinnybone and the Hooplebooroo! 1279|You're a wit all as fine as Sir Thomas Suckly, 1279|And I'll venture to say, in my noddle, 1279|That when all the rest are out to piss, 1279|Then your Lord of Leven is just the man to go. 1279|Now, the best and the brightest of our ancestors, 1279|Who bore the race formerly known as Bow-wow-wow, 1279|Were all of one gender, and of one sex, 1279|And yet they were men of many other breeds, 1279|And more and more there was variation in their breed. 1279|For example, of the male, who was black and of white, 1279|There was also a fair breed of females all over the country; 1279|And yet 'tis a fact that the best men of the day 1279|Were all of one sex and of one species, 1279|And yet they were men of many hundreds thro many centuries. 1279|So there never was anything like it--there never was, 1279|In any age or clime, a breed like to the first: 1279|All were of one sex and of one sex combination-- 1279|So, you see, they were men of many hundreds, 1279|That were all of one sex, and of many thousands, 1279|Whose species combination was myriad times more numerous than yours. 1279|In every locality from Cornwall to the Cape, 1279|There were divers sorts of males, and divers sorts of females, 1279|In every locality and every rank and class; 1279|For example, of the first five generations, 1279|There were divers sorts of weds, and divers sorts of brides; 1279|In every locality, and every rank and class, 1279|There were divers sorts of housings, and divers sorts of shoes. 1279|And therefore in every locality and rank and class, 1279|There was variation, combination, and change of occupation: 1279|There were divers sorts of women, and divers sorts of men, 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too. 1279|The first five generations were all of one sex; 1279|And this was probably why before the time of the fifth, 1279|There were divers sorts of brides, and divers sorts of men; 1279|For example, in the first five generations, 1279|The wife was the opposite of the husband--most probably; 1279|And the husband was usually a bachelor, or a man, 1279|With another wife, and the same sex as his wife, 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too. 1279|In every county and every town and town-house too, 1279|There were divers variations of dress and apparel; 1279|Some were dressed in crape, and crape-cloths and bonnets, 1279|Some in kirtles, and some in hose and hose-at-heel; 1279|Some in high-heels, and some low-heels, and some hose-nigh-loose, 1279|Some in high-heels, and some in hose-nigh-loose; 1279|And some wore noddles trimmed with blue or white, 1279|And some with knobs, and some with rings, and some with rings; 1279|And therefore there was plenty of noddles for all ranks and classes. 1279|The last five generations (which I shall say was one 1279|generation before the last), were all somewhat further off 1279|than the last, and thus left me to interpret 1279|The names of the divers divers divers generations. 1279|A woman in red and white was as happy as a girl; 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 960 ======================================== 26333|Was like a world of meaning in that one word 26333|The spirit must define to be understood. 26333|I would not try to write the story here 26333|That you have heard! 26333|I could but linger till the story should 26333|Leap from your heart to mine, and strike aloft 26333|The magic of your name, and make your heart 26333|Re-echo there for aye, and for a while-- 26333|Then let me go. 26333|I have made all my choice, 26333|And, having chosen, my choice is--to be 26333|A shadow or a feeling, a shadow or a feeling, 26333|Whatever the moment may bring us; 26333|And I am satisfied. 26333|A shadow or a feeling, a shadow or a feeling, 26333|Should strike up somewhere from the depths of thought 26333|And die away, and then pass again; 26333|But not all shadows are effaced. 26333|There is a little thing 26333|That glimmers in your glances and your looks, 26333|And not a thing that glimmers in my heart. 26333|The beauty of your life has lifted me 26333|Higher and higher since this evening, 26333|From the low earth that I had walked upon 26333|To the worlds and worlds' offspring that are there, 26333|Till my own spirit's atmosphere is spread-- 26333|The air that dwells in your clear and gentle eyes, 26333|The breath of your clear and gentle voice. 26333|I feel the presence of a being there 26333|That knows me by my clear and gentle name; 26333|And, when I bend from the Earth's border, in awe, 26333|You seem to stand before me as a God; 26333|But how could you know me from a God. 26333|My heart has long dwelt on a strange, unknown power 26333|That has come down from the sky on high, 26333|To touch down with a sudden touch, an impulse strong, 26333|On men and women and all beasts and plants, 26333|Save only you, the one in a world of two. 26333|In the vast and boundless firmament 26333|There are four courts of all motion, 26333|And after their decree each court obeys 26333|In its quiet time for its rest: 26333|The hour of dreams and slumbers is this, 26333|After the song of birds and the swarm 26333|Of flying insects, the prime 26333|And primeval of all moments: 26333|Time's fleetest chaser flies upon the wing, 26333|And he sweeps away our dreams in one swift bound, 26333|Until our world goes dim as the sea. 26333|This is the hour of dreams and slumber, 26333|The hour that heralds the dawn of day, 26333|The sun, the rose and the gold-hearted air. 26333|Then, like a flood from a mountain's brow, 26333|Strange music sweeps over the earth, 26333|A song of opulence and peace and love. 26333|This is the hour for dreams and slumber; 26333|This is the hour for smiles and songs, 26333|This is the hour for dreams and slumber! 26333|The night has come, and the stars are shining; 26333|The garden is full of their perfume; 26333|A thousand bright forms are floating in the air: 26333|The night has come, and the stars are shining. 26333|The little birds are singing the greatest songs. 26333|A thousand golden fires are being kindled 26333|In this house where love and music thrive. 26333|A thousand hearts are stirring to and fro. 26333|My father's a rich man, and my mother's a dowager; 26333|But the people in our town are all the same in our eyes, 26333|My father's a nobleman, my mother's a widow; 26333|But the people in this town are many and happy, 26333|My father's a soldier, my mother's a school-girl. 26333|And the music we listen to is of the clarion, 26333|And of the organ good and stately; 26333|And I love to hear the notes of the strinding, 26333|And the psalm of the ======================================== SAMPLE 970 ======================================== 21016|Sought the fair ones when they were asleep, 21016|Sought the bright-eyed maidens, the pure ones, 21016|And the lovely ones, one beside the others. 21016|Then I said, "O gentle friend, and gentle, 21016|Tell me, my child,--what is it, this thing 21016|That ye come with in the light-hearted way, 21016|And come in the dance?"--"It was an offering 21016|We prayed for here, when we were asleep 21016|In the shadow of the limes that fringed 21016|Our window-panes--sunsetted innocence 21016|And purity and beauty and lightness." 21016|"O child, thy face, thy voice, all speak me!"-- 21016|"Ah, all speak me through and through"----"But it is 21016|That we who walk with God, and walk with him 21016|Must walk in the light of the sun, and walk, 21016|By dint of daily labour, day by day; 21016|And that the light, the light of God we draw 21016|From things that have a shadow; it is we, 21016|Not they, who gather God's light, not they who walk." 21016|So saying, I turned, as some may turn 21016|To sniff the breath of a new hearth, 21016|And in that moment knew the light, 21016|The light of sunsets overpast, 21016|By sense of which, by day and night, 21016|Their uncertain home, their bed of bliss, 21016|And night's dim day, their sleep in manger slept. 21016|I thought of thee, of thee, O Earth, my mother; 21016|Of thy dark arms, and of thy deep ravine, 21016|And thought of the deep night, that fell on me, 21016|And of the dark days, and the dark wind after, 21016|And of the night-fog, and the white moon-white, 21016|Like a mist in the fields and hollow tree-tops, 21016|And I arose, and walked, and thought, and walked. 21016|A wind in the morning, 'ware you were not there, 21016|A gust of the wind in the morning? 21016|The wind in the morning it swept and it swept, 21016|The gust of the wind in the morning? 21016|As black as the ghost in the dim night-fog 21016|The dark wind in the morning it died, 21016|When the wind in the morning it swept and it swept. 21016|"I have seen you in dreams, you lady white, 21016|I have watched you in dreams, my lady, 21016|I have known you in dreams, you lady gray, 21016|And never shall know you when men call you dead. 21016|But the spirit of life there's nothing can stay, 21016|It has swept over the hill and the glen; 21016|It will sweep until it sweeps again, 21016|And wipe away, and cover, and break 21016|All the waste of the waste of the waste of the waste." 21016|The spirit of life! It is not for me. 21016|The spirit of life, it is not for me 21016|To wield the sword, while these fools shall dance 21016|And blunder, and blunder still! 21016|I am weary of the spirit of life 21016|And the light that the spirit of life gives; 21016|A night of stars may cover my face 21016|And sleep may come not for me, 21016|But for you. 21016|And then, I think, the spirit of life 21016|May come to meet you, and help you, and stay 21016|To help and heal and bless you. 21016|We know not whence we came, or whither; 21016|We only know we have travelled 21016|A long, long way together. 21016|We only know we have travelled together; 21016|We cannot go back and come to know 21016|If a dream or a glimpse of the Past 21016|Hath cast a glory on the way we go, 21016|Or a sadness or a gleam of the Future 21016|That can never be named. 21016|We only know we have travelled together, ======================================== SAMPLE 980 ======================================== 3473|For now no time I leave to wait. 3473|For now, like fire in midnight, thou 3473|Fruit of our agony, awake! 3473|Breathe on, for life is like a sigh, 3473|Like fire, like wine, like ocean, 3473|The fountain of immortal love. 3473|I will my body bleed for thee. 3473|Beseech thee, for thou art my life. 3473|O Death, in this the hour of death, 3473|Thy spirit I will give to thee. 3473|Let this great agony pass; 3473|I will forget thee and thy name. 3473|Thou art my soul, and wilt not die. 3473|Thou art more to me than life. 3473|All my life I will not let thee go, 3473|Thou hast my peace and life. 3473|Thou art the temple of my hope, 3473|Where I kneel at thy shrine; 3473|Give me to do thy will obeying, 3473|Nor let God's hand dissever. 3473|There I will breathe and sleep, 3473|Praying that the Lord will take 3473|My soul to the realms above 3473|Where thou wilt in glory dwell! 3473|The stars shall go down and roll away forever, 3473|And the world pass away to new beginnings, 3473|When thou dost stand in the light of morn. 3473|I will arise with thy breath on my eyelids, 3473|And make thee my vow and bond of love. 3473|I will come forth every eve and go to thee 3473|With my secret of mysteries, 3473|And my love will be quenched from mine ear, 3473|And my soul be forgotten. 3473|And I will be to thee a thing apart, 3473|With thy love for ever unbound. 3473|The sea shall cover thee beneath its waves, 3473|And it shall be all my pleasure 3473|For ever with thy name in my heart, 3473|And for my soul thy image. 3473|I will draw my life to thee 3473|And draw it to thee from the day, 3473|From the night, when every cloud 3473|Doth hide thy glory. 3473|From joy and hope, from sorrow, 3473|From woe, and pleasure, and pain, 3473|From the pain that thou hast shown me, 3473|And the pleasure that thou hast brought. 3473|I will keep this promise 3473|Since I am thy spirit, O, 3473|No word shall sever, no thought grieve thee, 3473|Never word say thee nay! 3473|Thou art my heart, my heaven, my life. 3473|Thou canst not lose me. 3473|The sea is all about me and my soul is wet-- 3473|It is raining on the earth, and upon me it rains. 3473|My soul is sick with pain, I cannot see-- 3473|What will come of it, 3473|That I have gone from thee! 3473|Thou knowest I have sought thee oft with tears of pain. 3473|Thou knowest that I have given thee my life's last breath; 3473|Thou knowest that my last breath was for thee, 3473|But it is night already, 3473|Now I go in search of thee. 3473|Let me nevermore 3473|Be heard or seen by thee, 3473|For thine is now the earth, 3473|And my soul goes hence, 3473|And mine the heaven above-- 3473|O my God, who only art 3473|The true God and not the same. 3473|Behold, how the cloud 3473|Hath drowned all my thoughts! 3473|The wind blows overhead, 3473|And the clouds are white as snow. 3473|Now I feel as if 3473|I were drowned in seas 3473|Of thoughts that fly 3473|About my soul. 3473|O my God! O let me live! 3473|And be where thou art now. 3473|The night is here below: 3473|No hand for light! 3473|O my soul! I would be 3473| ======================================== SAMPLE 990 ======================================== 29594|I saw a little boy just as tall as my own, 29594|He was so pretty, too, in a wreath of his hair, 29594|And I wished him a very happy Christmas-day. 29594|A little child was sitting on the ground 29594|Under the tree; 29594|He could not see the sunlight shining through 29594|The little boy's open window-pane 29594|On the little tree-top. 29594|He was listening to some one singing 29594|In the shade,-- 29594|And the dark trees, by the brooklet overhead, 29594|Were whispering to the brooklet's song; 29594|And the little boy sang as he sate 29594|By the window-sill: 29594|"It's a merry Christmas to-day!" 29594|He had a little snow-white toy 29594|That shone in the little boy's hand,-- 29594|But that little toy was out of reach 29594|For a little child like him. 29594|Now he sat down at that window-pane, 29594|He would sit and play there all day long; 29594|And the dark trees, by the brooklet overhead, 29594|Would whisper to each other near by, 29594|As the little child played. 29594|"Now he sits there in the little snow-white box-- 29594|It is warm outside; 29594|But inside he must keep his toy cold 29594|Lest some one come and play with it!" 29594|So there sat a little dark-blue mouse 29594|Where the window sat. 29594|"Now if I put my hand inside of that box, 29594|I can see inside, too, that little girl! 29594|Or, better yet, if I wish inside, 29594|I can reach inside of the window!" 29594|It was a little brown dog, 29594|His face was hidden; 29594|And he went to the door of the window 29594|That was thrown out behind him, 29594|And he said, "Who is that calling? 29594|I heard you call--who is it calling?" 29594|It was a little blue dog, 29594|Its eyes were hidden; 29594|But he peeped out of the window, 29594|And he answered, "Who is that coming? 29594|I hear the merry rustle of flax 29594|About the little leaves--who is it come?" 29594|A little brown cat 29594|Looked out of her window-pane; 29594|The flowers on the bushes by her feet 29594|Were dancing a jig. 29594|She said, "The little birdie on the tree!" 29594|And she danced and leaped about; 29594|And when she had danced all the day 29594|She said, "I think I shall marry him!" 29594|A little brown cat, 29594|His hair was silvery fine; 29594|But the day he was born 29594|Says the cat, "I don't know what he will be! 29594|But I never can tell yet!" 29594|He loved the earth so very much 29594|He brought a sheep-hook home; 29594|And he sings till it has tired me out 29594|To hear the little mouse. 29594|He walked up and down 29594|Within the wall: 29594|He would not let me go 29594|To the tree-stump: 29594|And many a time I cried 29594|So cold and still 29594|He never came back. 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws and the little rabbit with his 29594|hands that are brown and white, 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws; 29594|The little dog with his velvet paws. 29594|The little dog with a nose that's thin and a curly tail, 29594|with a little belly, and a big brown head,-- 29594|They were playing round the cottage-door-- 29594|Tossin' the ball,-- 29594|They was playing the cricket-match, 29594|And they went and hid behind the shed,-- 29594|The little dog with velvet paws,-- 29594|And little dog with his velvet paws. 29594|The little ======================================== SAMPLE 1000 ======================================== 1151|On the cross of Christ and on his cross. 1151|What have I done since I came from the sea? 1151|What have I brought you here from the end of the world? 1151|Have you forgotten your sorrows, your sorrows that are done? 1151|Or have you cast your sorrows into a new trouble 1151|That grows up out of all your sorrows? 1151|Be the sun and rain, 1151|Be the wind and storm, 1151|Be the sea and be the sky: 1151|For it is the day with the hour of the day. 1151|The old church, at the dawn, 1151|Stood on the level sand, 1151|The old church, at the dawn, 1151|The old church stood by the pier, 1151|The old church stood by the pier, 1151|The old church stood on the level sand. 1151|The water shone in the sand: 1151|The sea's white teeth 1151|Swilled the yellow salt 1151|From his teeth to his face, 1151|From the waves to his feet. 1151|All night long the stars went down 1151|In the east, 1151|And the winds with their cries 1151|Made the sea cry, 1151|And the waves cried to the rocks: 1151|"Behold, the day of our wrath!" 1151|But the waves came no more 1151|To the church by the pier, 1151|For the night was over and done: 1151|The stars stood still on the sand. 1151|The church is gone, the bells 1151|And all the music, 1151|And the sea-bird's song. 1151|The stars are gone, the bells 1151|And the wild sea-bird, 1151|So the winds go down 1151|And the sea-bird's song. 1151|God save the Red Church! 1151|God save the Red Church! 1151|When the Red Church in the harbour town 1151|Was once a famous fortress, 1151|And its towers were strong and tall, 1151|It gave up all in fear: 1151|"For the fear of battle-din, 1151|For a broken-hearted King." 1151|The tide of fortune then ran wild 1151|And the Red Church was overbuilt, 1151|And now it is a heap of sand, 1151|And now a terrible ruin. 1151|The sea now takes up the story: 1151|"For a lost love to greet, 1151|And the Red Church is a ruined pile, 1151|A dreadful ruin and quake-proof." 1151|(He was a noble knight, 1151|It was the famous story: 1151|For the love of his sweetheart, 1151|And his blood for her sake.) 1151|He rode a-hunting, 1151|And the King with his retinue 1151|Was out hunting of wild deer, 1151|At the dawn of day. 1151|The Red Knight spake to his horse 1151|In a gentle tone, 1151|"I'll give you the best of me. 1151|"If we have a better game 1151|Than the red deer I'll show you, 1151|The grasshopper's song, 1151|Fly for your lives, John, 1151|And I'll catch the bird you fancy 1151|To the castle I'm to ride. 1151|I'll shoot it in the castle tower 1151|I'll give you the best of me, 1151|And a valiant knight shall ride 1151|In the pride of his true love." 1151|The horse turned him right about 1151|To a sharp right turn, 1151|And his head dropped down to his heel, 1151|As he came down to the ground, 1151|For it was the castle's day. 1151|(I must go to the window for my lamp 1151|And for food to make me better. 1151|There is nought to make me better but my glass 1151|Which drops of red, as I go). 1151|The knight went down to the cell at the door 1151|That was a little way away, 1151|With a horse on his arm, but with a heart und ======================================== SAMPLE 1010 ======================================== 2110|Shall go to make the world and earth as great as the sky; 2110|But we shall not be mighty with the times that lie ahead, 2110|Nor bring the glory of the past unto the present day. 2110|We are not all the saints that we had been in the olden 2110|And the early days, when the spirit of man was free and free 2110|From the fetters that control and the fetters that endure. 2110|We are not half the heroes he was in his prime when first 2110|His high heart was the limit of man's potential strength. 2110|His deeds have been heard in each succeeding time, 2110|But his name still echoes from coast to coast; 2110|His heart still runs through the sands, to find a grave 2110|In the sea of blood that flows under every sand; 2110|And still his work unfulfilled, and the spirit languished, 2110|Leads us to a nobler yet, and a God-sent race. 2110|O'er the death-worn lines our hands have been folded, our souls 2110|Were as the young blood, when the spirit is in the veins; 2110|On our lips the tear-drop of self-forgetfulness, 2110|And our hearts no longer yearning after the rest. 2110|We are not great; yet this is not our boast; 2110|We were born for greatness, and we rose 2110|To greatness,--and we leave our spirits bare 2110|In the grave of our brothers, and must stand 2110|Together for another crown for men. 2110|Our fathers have stood fast by their children 2110|And kept their right to guard their ancient rights, 2110|And we should follow them still, and be free. 2110|There was never an hour of our proud youth 2110|When the hope was not of one great goal; 2110|We had not lost the sense of self-command, 2110|Forgetting in the hour of strife and pain, 2110|And giving our best, as a nation, to the best, 2110|And taking our flag and crown from our brothers' hands, 2110|When it was on a moment's worth of both, 2110|And our fathers' lives that we must save. 2110|And the time of our proud youth may yet come, 2110|When we fight like the children of a foe, 2110|Or stand for the freedom of a new world. 2110|But we should be fighting to the last, 2110|And there is no use, for example, in boasting 2110|Of our strength, or boasting of our speed; 2110|The world is ready, there is less to do, 2110|And less to say, and more to do. 2110|Our fathers saw the days when the world 2110|Was ready for the pride of a free race; 2110|They had heard the cry of the hunted race 2110|That cried from a world that would dare none; 2110|They had seen the dark ages of sin 2110|And death-confusion sweep the earth, 2110|They had seen old kingdoms fall apart; 2110|They had known that the work of the world 2110|Had been for the weak and the despised. 2110|Then they came out in the ancient fashion, 2110|And the old gods took up the story too, 2110|For the sake of the brave and the fair. 2110|They had seen the work of the old gods done. 2110|They saw that the world was ready for their feet. 2110|So they went forth with the ancient faith 2110|And the spirit of trust and of fame, 2110|And they went to their graves without song 2110|With the promise of a brighter morn. 2110|We are only a name, a fleeting air, 2110|Of some unimportant thing that is not our own; 2110|But it were better, they say, to be forgot 2110|Than ever we should be forgotten to-day. 2110|What, if the whole world should suddenly forget 2110|Who are the heroes of time that have risen and died? 2110|For we were but a fleeting and airy thing. 2110|Yet I smile to think that to-day the old stories 2110|Will all fade in the passing of time away. 2110|But I think, ======================================== SAMPLE 1020 ======================================== 19385|Oh! my young love, oh! my sweet, sweet, sweet love, 19385|The clouds lie low o'er the mountain's brow, 19385|The wind sings low ower the water-spray, 19385|The water-flower, the lily dear, is dead. 19385|Oh! when to thy dwelling he comes, my own, 19385|At the sweet hush that his love doth give; 19385|For my spirit doth rise up at his call, 19385|To feel the world-fount's rapture anew. 19385|Oh! my young love, oh! my sweet, sweet, sweet, 19385|Oh! hush! for my heart doth yearn and burn, 19385|And his feet doth tremble when they tread on 19385|Its depths where he loved to wander o'er. 19385|The streamlet, it murmurs in the stream, 19385|To the mountain's breast does point and glide; 19385|Its billows are warm as the hand of care, 19385|And the river hisses as with affright. 19385|Oh! hush! for my heart doth lean on his heart, 19385|And each sense is with pain oppressed, 19385|And every feeling in sadness doth float 19385|To his breast where my love is dead. 19385|I would love to be wedded to thee, 19385|The fairest flower that ever sprung; 19385|But tho' my soul should be woo'd to thee, 19385|My heart would not tell me nay; 19385|For I loved thee for thy lovely eyes 19385|Tho' far away as the sea, and thy brow's 19385|Green smile I would have all to love, 19385|If I had thee, my dear, my true love mine, 19385|And I might but see thee once in my life! 19385|"The lily's dead with its beauty so long hid, 19385|'Tis hard to part with its bloom!"- 19385|But a kiss from the young, my sweet lily-bell, 19385|Would charm to his heart again, 19385|And a word of the old sage (who in days of old 19385|Cried out against a tyrant, "Poisoner!") 19385|Would teach him to love the brave. 19385|But a kiss from the young, my sweet lily-bell, 19385|Would bring back the dew on his cheek, 19385|And a hint from the old sage's old countenance, 19385|Would teach him to love the brave. 19385|The sun is up, the daffodils are up 19385|Singing in the morning air; 19385|And sweet is the cry of the sun-flower 19385|From the nest where the robin is. 19385|O'er hill and o'er dale, from Clare's shore, 19385|All flower-like the daffodils spring; 19385|And sweet is the cry from the Clare crest, 19385|Like the laugh of a joyous girl. 19385|The dearest friend of our youthful days, 19385|Though we loved him not, as you do, 19385|Was a flower that loved his friend alone, 19385|And could never rebel; it died, O Lord, with a tear, 19385|That touched the heart of the dear, young mother. 19385|My youth's long life is o'er; I'm old, O fair, 19385|And weary of life's sorrow; 19385|I'd gladly be laid where the wood-sorrels weep 19385|By the boughs of the elm tree tall. 19385|I would loiter around in my boyish pride, 19385|The winds would whisper to me, 19385|And a tear would well clear a darkened way, 19385|For dear Mary, my comrade, and wife. 19385|The dearest friend of my youth to the grave, 19385|And a dear wife, my bosom's pride, 19385|My little blue eyes would hide from the sun, 19385|My little red lips would be mute. 19385|If God were not only near but near, 19385|And life no longer bemoan; 19385|'Twere a life that would never be old, 19385|And all life have passed ======================================== SAMPLE 1030 ======================================== 30687|She stood by the fountain-side, as the sun sank down. 30687|_She_ did not seem to look back, she did not seem to hear 30687|The footsteps of _her_ pass. 30687|She did not heed them, she did not question; 30687|_She_ walked where_ he walked, or stood by his side 30687|With a smile that was deep as tears. 30687|There was nothing to fear; 30687|From her brow the shadow, and she knew 30687|'Twas he who was there to protect her. 30687|_She_ felt that "he loved her." There was more 30687|In _her_ heart far than words would fathom, 30687|Too vast for words to tell. 30687|A great red light--a gleam like fire-- 30687|Glowed thro' the linden-glade, and all 30687|The night was lit by its flash, the gleam 30687|That came from his hand. 30687|And he, who had loved her in that hour, 30687|Felt, now and then, a magic stir 30687|Like that at the edge of the linden-glade. 30687|And then, a silence fell over her, 30687|And she went back to the fountain-side. 30687|And _I_ went back, that sudden light went out; 30687|But the lassie was not afraid, 30687|She smiled on the sunlight, and laughed and sang-- 30687|_For she was so beautiful._ 30687|_And she was so beautiful, and she 30687|Was the fairest thing that ever was seen!_ 30687|The last light faded from the lassie's eyes, 30687|And she went back to the fountain-side. 30687|_For she was _the wonder child that had lived_,_ 30687|_The wonder child that had died with love_, 30687|_The wonder child whose love was the light of heaven_, 30687|_And whose head was the wonder-book._ 30687|And she was the wonder child that had died. 30687|_And her soul was its prayer-book, and one_ 30687|_Whispered--"Let us go up to God!"_ 30687|The day was hot and dry, 30687|And hot and dry it would go 30687|On this last white morn of June. 30687|And the white morn was bright and clear, 30687|Like a glowing diamond spark, 30687|When she went to school next day 30687|Down by the sea. 30687|And the sun came up the day after 30687|To watch the school-house; 30687|And this is what she said at last 30687|When her Uncle from the wood 30687|Came up the hill again: 30687|"Now, I shall be a beautiful flower 30687|Under the sky." 30687|The teacher came up the hill 30687|To give her answer sure, 30687|"O my beautiful flowers, why this joy 30687|That you cry in vain? 30687|"For your pain-sweet eyes were born," said he, 30687|And when the flowers were gone 30687|The teacher started up the hill, 30687|And started up the slope 30687|To the light of the earth. 30687|And down across the sunny land 30687|The little school-house lay: 30687|There never came to this long June morn 30687|A happier school-bell toll. 30687|And up through the leaves the pines bent down 30687|And said, I wonder if she is come. 30687|And the leaves fell round the house, and still 30687|She waited by the door, 30687|And waited and waited with her breath, 30687|As if some other day. 30687|But now the leaves again were spread 30687|To meet her coming as before-- 30687|Like tall withered oaks, 30687|That have forgotten the first word they said, 30687|Till the winds sing all day. 30687|And at its base the school-house stood 30687|With black ivy tangled there, 30687|As if they hoped that when she came 30687|The way they waited long. 30687|The ivy broke ======================================== SAMPLE 1040 ======================================== 4272|In thy own hour we shall take all, 4272|For man, like thee, in time of pain 4272|Saw the great peace of God arrayed 4272|In lowly, lowly obedience. 4272|"And when, in sorrow and in shame, 4272|I see that blessed angel's eye, 4272|How sweet each word, how sweet his touch! 4272|Who would not grieve, but see his God?" 4272|What could he say, but thou must weep? 4272|When he was placed upon earth's brow 4272|No man had power to bless thee now, 4272|Till the last tears dropped on his sight. 4272|And when that tear-drop touched his heart - 4272|O, no man had power to heal thee now, 4272|Till the last breath dropped on his breath. 4272|Then, not yet free, thy tears we drop, 4272|And we mourn not over thine to-morrow: 4272|The hour is God's--ay! that he might save 4272|His servant from the hour's offence. 4272|And, seeing thou hast loved Him best 4272|Whom all men hold of heavenly birth, 4272|Thou wilt not be with us then worse. 4272|But thou shalt be a Saviour here; 4272|And the angels, that have known and loved Him, 4272|Will praise, and honour, and obey, 4272|Lifting the Saviour's hand above. 4272|And he will teach His people in their- 4272|wailing and their sorrowing- 4272|When they have seen Him, He will be there- 4272|The Saviour, and the Saviour's bride. 4272|And thou wilt have thine own children, 4272|And every child by His side, 4272|That in His word He hath prepared 4272|To aid His people in their need. 4272|"The Saviour, the great Saviour, that doth appear 4272|To-day with His dear Child Jesus has appeared, 4272|The Lord of all Life, the Lord of all Death, 4272|That in all countries of the earth hath place; 4272|From all kingdoms, all tongues, He comes to greet His own; 4272|He comes, He cometh, and the hour is come 4272|That He who came to earth to crown our need 4272|Shall come again to save us from our sin. 4272|"Now we can bear to look on Jesus--oh, 4272|I am so glad! He doth come to win and save: 4272|It was not meet, the very worst of men 4272|Might turn his face from such a sight as this. 4272|No man is so sure of peace except he see 4272|The Saviour at hand, to whom his soul shall yearn. 4272|"In days to come I saw Him when He came 4272|From prison, bound, our sin's elect, to set 4272|His people free from sin and death replete, 4272|And from the cruel bondage of their chains to share 4272|His Father's mightier dominion than we know. 4272|He met me at the hour, he taught me of me 4272|In every thing, how that he might be my sire, 4272|And I be heedless of all which others own, 4272|So that, by mine own fair choice, my son should bear 4272|A Father's love, to make his own the Saviour's friend: 4272|"But now in secret, still as then, I see 4272|The glorious Saviour come to his own again. 4272|Yet, ah, how swift that time! It takes and takes 4272|The precious time of love, and leaves us scarce 4272|A chance to live when hope is lost, while debt 4272|Is left unpaid, while hunger in the soul is rife. 4272|"And yet, dear mother, no man lives there now 4272|Whose life we deem not lived, though his heart cease: 4272|The hope he gave to leave the earth is flown, 4272|The faith he walked, life slips away from him and wears. 4272|"For all our talk of life is but an act, 4272|A breath, an hour, a moment, and our ======================================== SAMPLE 1050 ======================================== 1365|And said: "This the story of the night 1365|Of the man who lived in Bethlehem?" 1365|They lifted him from the sofa, 1365|Answered him in words of wonder: 1365|"This the story of that holy man, 1365|Who in the days to come shall be heard 1365|In words of prophecy repeating: 1365|When the sun is darkened and aweary, 1365|And darkness overpainteth all the leaves, 1365|He comes and touches hands with Adam, 1365|And brings him to this pond beside the Garden, 1365|And bids him clear his sins with the baptismal word." 1365|Then the young man began to speak: 1365|"I, from my heart, now curse the hour 1365|That has brought me into this house; 1365|My sins are washed away,--the more thanks 1365|I pray to have from this father's face! 1365|The more I love this father, more 1365|I blaspheme my sins with him, who knows 1365|No punishment worse than having him!" 1365|And then the stranger said again: 1365|"He is a man of letters, you suppose; 1365|He did a good deed, did I? But these 1365|Are all of falsehoods, who have twisted round 1365|Their tongues with falsehood, while I said 1365|My verses! Behold, the man is dead, 1365|In the grave, and thus I heard him say! 1365|The man shall go again, not when 1365|The Holy Spirit, which was the man, 1365|Is washed from sin away, as he has given 1365|His grace to remove the stains of blood. 1365|No, he who blasphemed, shall not be here 1365|In Bethlehem on the day of Moses, 1365|Thou shalt confess himself to no man; 1365|Or, if thou wilt, thou shalt have more praise 1365|When thou, when this man's body is laid 1365|In the grave, shall be a white lamb, not a dead." 1365|The Rabbi said, and turning to the people, said: 1365|"These words were spoken by Moses the Prophet, 1365|And from the grave has he been removed; 1365|For all his words were of Divine wisdom, 1365|But to his heart of hearts of Hebrews 1365|He said, 'In that time will I come to thee, 1365|When the Spirit, which is love, will have power 1365|To cleanse my soul. I will go with him, 1365|Be witness that I am in the land 1365|Which he foretold me. I will be there 1365|With the whole seed of Jesse, and be cleansed 1365|Within this people. And I will be cleansed, 1365|As he foretold me, while I had life, 1365|Or when I died, and therefore shall not 1365|Have cause to fear the judgments of the Lord. 1365|"But this man, whom we saw in Bethlehem 1365|And heard from Galilee, is grown old, 1365|And hath not been purified as God 1365|Or man had thought him when he came to check 1365|The pride of women. Therefore the man 1365|Sits on the cross the Jew shall surely die 1365|Before this day is ended. Behold, he sware, 1365|He sware it in his youth, but now he flinketh." 1365|Then in the presence of the Rabbi sat 1365|Zacharias, who was already dead 1365|To confession; and his body lay, 1365|Unburied, on the open grave. 1365|A mournful wail was heard, and at its head, 1365|The dying Rabbi, on a mound, was set; 1365|Whereon arose a second mass, and the 1365|The mass said, and benedictions were chanted 1365|And before the stone, with all its clods, 1365|He placed the cross. And then the Rabbi said: 1365|"Thus is it done in Jerusalem 1365|When thou shalt be resurrected from death; 1365|For thou hast heard from Mary the beautiful, 1365|In answer to thy call, the wond ======================================== SAMPLE 1060 ======================================== 5185|To the fish-lake of Pohyola, 5185|To the lake of honeyed Hiisi; 5185|Weep Iwi, weep upon Lempo, 5185|On the blue rock of Hiisi; 5185|Weep the god whose tears enrich; 5185|Weep the hero who subdued 5185|By his iron-handed arms 5185|This enfolding water-brook, 5185|By his magic hurl the rock 5185|To the upper deeps of Hiisi!" 5185|On the floor of clay they throw it, 5185|On the stone on which they write it, 5185|Spake these words in magic measures: 5185|"Lo-ye-Yo-Ru-Raka, son of Hiawatha, 5185|Take this magic measure, 5185|Words of ancient prowess! 5185|Put your senses into it, 5185|Take these mental forms into it, 5185|Turn to toe the enchanted drink 5185|Of the ancient, good, and wise Wabun!" 5185|As they twirl the mental measure, 5185|As they pour the mental formulae, 5185|Words of magic potency 5185|From the wizard's magic red beard 5185|Stream into the magic waters, 5185|Rainbow-colorful draughts of rum 5185|From the six-pending arts of brewing. 5185|Thus at midnight, hour of darkness, 5185|From the six-pending arts of brewing, 5185|Munchausen' of the spirit SAMURAI, 5185|Bitter his bitter sorrowful experiences, 5185|Tears flow to see the brewing measures, 5185|Casting him dark as night to HIAWASH, 5185|To the dancing-bower of Winansi, 5185|To the palace of the Song-element, 5185|To the home of ancient Wabun. 5185|There he sees the wizard fire-breather, 5185|There he eats the fruit of fire-fruit, 5185|Warm the water in the blue-smoke, 5185|Honey of the fire-flies, Sahwa; 5185|Nevermore to rise from Sahri 5185|To the glittering skies of Hiawatha, 5185|To the shining islands in the ocean, 5185|To his home in Winansi's honey-lands. 5185|True he sings no more of former loves, 5185|Sings no more of former partnerships; 5185|Beauty and truth the singer forsakes, 5185|Joys and dreams of CHEWBEL tree-top hollow, 5185|Thus again he sings to little honey-paws, 5185|Sings but one sweet thing, one only, 5185|Sings of the honey-pastoral flowers, 5185|Sings not of the meadows golden-rod, 5185|Nor the soft, corn-fields resting in slumbers. 5185|Young again the wizard sings of combing 5185|Sunny downs and forests of awaking, 5185|Of the golden balls in linden-groves, 5185|In the nooks of meadow-lands adorned 5185|With the purple blossoms of the ash, 5185|And the golden globes of chrysanthemum. 5185|As he sings, he flays and bleaches piarmate 5185|Peppers, onions, garlic, and ears of corn, 5185|For a meal to make his night's banquet. 5185|Straightway Hiawatha asks the artist, 5185|Places in his basket heaps of grain, 5185|Hangs himself to earth in alley lowly, 5185|Lays his hands and knees upon the rafters, 5185|Drops his baskets of grain into annihilation, 5185|Sings in low, third parts, low alto-dingule. 5185|Finally he hastens to the stable, 5185|Finds the black-frost of the winter gathering, 5185|In the center of high rafters framing; 5185|In the center a famine-gathered mass, 5185|In the center a man and his banditti, 5185|In the rafters great store of grain reaped from snow-sledge. 5185|Homeward goes the artist, homeward. 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 1070 ======================================== 1322|I want no light from the window-sill 1322|To tell me in what I hate to know. 1322|I am no more a man--my friend! 1322|I am no more a man than a dog! 1322|I am no more a man than a man! 1322|I am a man--I am a man! 1322|I shall have to be a man again, 1322|I am no more a man than a dog! 1322|I am a man and a man, 1322|A dog that cannot die, 1322|And that has to endure, 1322|A dog that has to die, to go down from the height of his life. 1322|If I die I am a dog again, 1322|I am no more a dog than a man! 1322|I am a dog that is not made at all to die, 1322|I am no more a dog than a man, 1322|I am a dog that is not made at all to die, 1322|I am no more than a dog! 1322|If the parson or the priest or the minister thinks I must die, 1322|They may kill me, and I would not it were, 1322|But if I cease to be you know the answer is "No." 1322|If the parson or the priest or the minister should kill me, 1322|I have power the death to extend for them. 1322|There was a woman came in an inn, 1322|And sat down on a chair, 1322|And she looked out the window and it stood before her on high. 1322|She bought a car for her husband, 1322|And put an engine in, 1322|And a horse for the steed, and a servant for the driver's chair. 1322|Where the water falls 1322|The river runs by this: 1322|I hope that you will say truly, 1322|And never go away, 1322|I am too tired from travelling, 1322|I am too faint from walking, 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old years. 1322|If God should go away, 1322|I suppose I should go too, 1322|The rain would run in the boots instead of the rain. 1322|I'm not so many miles from home, 1322|When you ask for water, 1322|I'm not so many miles from you, 1322|When you are asking for bread. 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old times, 1322|With a wind that's only kinder for your prayers, 1322|Not always, I confess. 1322|If God should go away, 1322|I fancy I should go too, 1322|The great, big gallows I would set up for one of his friends, 1322|I suppose, if he loved him, 1322|And I was the friend of his. 1322|A man that has not a clue 1322|How you will be soon, 1322|Your father and your mother, 1322|Your sister and your sister's child, 1322|Your little, but loving friend. 1322|The old, old river runs by this, 1322|With the flow of old times, 1322|With a wind that's only kinder for your prayers, 1322|Not always, I confess. 1322|To the day that comes and goes, 1322|The old, old river runs by this. 1322|But you don't understand, 1322|The old, old river runs by this. 1322|I am only a man like myself, 1322|Like a dog like yours, like a horse like yours, 1322|But you know better, oh, much better, much better; 1322|And your mother's friend and yours brother's brother, 1322|And sister too and dear, dear sister's sister, 1322|And even your little friend, for ever loving you. 1322|Your heart is always my heart, 1322|Your mind your mind, your self-will is mine, 1322|And your body mine yours, 1322|Your mind your mind, your body mine, not yours. 1322|And I speak of you, you that have gone in, 1322|By the hand long- ======================================== SAMPLE 1080 ======================================== 25340|No more to be his friends and friends of his. 25340|Let the old song ring upon their ear.-- 25340|So sings it--but a tune too sad-- 25340|"What need to woo? Love has departed." 25340|"Thy will be done, and thine be love: 25340|I have the bridegroom's will to live: 25340|And thou may'st say to me, 'Straightway,' 25340|Ere the poor wretch turn from my side, 25340|'I knew that dream of mine, which promised 25340|The bliss that I awaited on earth." 25340|So says he; but, as a true song must, 25340|Thus he sings; and to the young poet's strain 25340|A heart as true must be a truth, I hold. 25340|For every poet's will is God's command, 25340|And must be so till life's day is done: 25340|The will in man, as will his heart in man, 25340|Is of the world alone, or, in the right-- 25340|The heart, which moves when passions do run high; 25340|And this is true from birth to manhood's prime: 25340|But false when man has only a poor will. 25340|Then is the heart divine, because 'tis loved, 25340|And will but feel when love is in the breast; 25340|But false, through a meaner, darker life-span. 25340|This will it be, though all men sigh, "We have, 25340|And loved too well, and loved too long." 25340|I fear no man upon my earth below! 25340|Who loves but me, or who forgets me 25340|I love not--and my love was never vile: 25340|My love is like the love of children four, 25340|And, being seven, would love so small as four. 25340|Yet when there is such strong-lipped love in him 25340|To bid his kindred's children but his own, 25340|He only knows, or guesses on me, I dare 25340|To love too much, which is indeed my shame. 25340|But now that I have made love to thee, my fair, 25340|So good a lover seem I may be made 25340|To-morrow by the gods to love no more: 25340|For love I gave my blood that thou might'st find 25340|A richer and a sweeter wealth than kings 25340|Pleasing; what I give thee, give to thee, a queen. 25340|A queen's the gift of a princess--a crown-- 25340|Yet who has known a queen more beautiful? 25340|But the white soul of the rose is ever so, 25340|That, 'mid the rose's blisses, the rose doth seem 25340|To look a heartless thing when she is dead. 25340|When she lies cold upon her marble bed, 25340|The rose's pure breath is hushed and deep; 25340|With all its heart and soul she doth forego 25340|The morning-glory red upon her hair. 25340|O queenly rose! the maidens are not free-- 25340|The girls lie caged in women's prisons, 25340|And the men wait with the weary multitude. 25340|Their hands are stained with blood to the bone, 25340|And they wait till Love shall wane away. 25340|There are the cruel women in the street[xx] 25340|Whom the vulgar eye would deem so bright: 25340|Their life is like the dead that lie in graves; 25340|Their eyes are blinded with the lust of gold. 25340|Their hearts are hard and cold with the earth's strife-- 25340|Their blood is on the sword and their wrath in the air. 25340|There are the noble, the gay, the bold: 25340|They all are in the iron-wood cell, 25340|Or in the chains of some dead man's house. 25340|They are the guards o'er the gates of war, 25340|Or guard the gates of Love and Forgetfulness. 25340|There be the slaves in cities high--[xxiv] 25340|Their eyes as withered tears would be; 25340|Their hearts, which Love shall in a day unchain, 25340|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1090 ======================================== 22229|A fated man's despair! 22229|The world, 'tis said, 22229|Laugh'd wroth aye and cry 22229|The stranger in their midst: 22229|But he who spoke no word, 22229|And who came not where, 22229|Was mock'd aye and shorn 22229|From off the land with which he died. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|The earth is full of it; 22229|And if the rose she grew 22229|On a spring-tide day, 22229|How sweet to hear the music clear! 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's joy in the best of times; 22229|And a smile in the tearful hours: 22229|And a face that's dear to see, 22229|If God so bless'd the scene, 22229|And gave the memory so to be. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|The earth is full of it; 22229|And if the rose she grew 22229|On a spring-tide day, 22229|How sweet to hear the music clear! 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's good in the worst of times; 22229|And bitter, death, to befall: 22229|And in love the man attunes 22229|His ear with notes the sweetest can give. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|Though it be hard to part, 22229|Yet, if God so pleas'd, the heart 22229|Can never again forget the song. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|There's peace in the best of times, 22229|And pleasure in the tearful hours, 22229|And a smile in the singing-needle's way. 22229|There's nothing like to love! 22229|It 's not in song to grieve, 22229|It 's not in prayer to mourn, 22229|But, if God be with the hapless wight, 22229|And all that makes the heaven smile, 22229|There 's something in the song that makes us share 22229|The grief that we must share, or we die. 22229|There 's nothing like to love! 22229|When the bright sun is gone, 22229|And stars, with their glory, 22229|Arouse the earth-ponds; 22229|Sweet, pleasant, wondrous is the light 22229|That shines on him that 's awa'! 22229|When the fair spring comes back in the air, 22229|And clouds hide the sun-- 22229|O! be the moment joyous to me 22229|As the fleeting flower! 22229|Blithe summer winds o'er valley and hill, 22229|And the green hills o'erhead; 22229|Blithe autumn sun in the northern sky, 22229|And blithe spring, full-blown: 22229|Oh! it 's glorious the days that we spend 22229|As the buds on the stalk! 22229|Blithe spring, &c. 22229|Happy is life, in its warmest fane 22229|When the happy are free-- 22229|Blithe autumn is joyous and bright, 22229|But the heart of us--we 're sad. 22229|Blithe spring, &c. 22229|Happy is life, when each leaf doth speak, 22229|And each gale, with its sweetest breath, 22229|Blastos the dark gloom of death, 22229|And doth give life back to the soul 22229|Where once it was afar. 22229|Blithe winter, &c. 22229|But to me (life at its full weal!), 22229|It ne'er can be equalled. 22229|The wail o' autumn, and spring's farewell 22229|To me are sweeter far; 22229|For my spring days o' life, are as sweet 22229|As the angels I see. 22229|And the angels I see, &c. 22229|Then, be not proud o' spring; 22229|In the grave a light spring day will brighten thee, 22229|The heart o' me shall rejoice, 22229|While I 'll ======================================== SAMPLE 1100 ======================================== 2383|And the rest, which with all good men was there. 2383|And that with her lord she had so great ado, 2383|To have found love with the king of England, 2383|That they had been in the same fetters hung, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before their day. 2383|What wight than that with him had such ado? 2383|The king would gladly for his lady be. 2383|And that she were with man or with woman, 2383|That she with him had been in the fetters hung. 2383|For he loved her for her love to her lord; 2383|And that for her love she must have ado, 2383|That all her folk were in the same fetters hung 2383|As she that had his love with him for wife, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And after long, Sir Peter, at his prayer, 2383|To Peter's house, they made good her amends, 2383|And he was with her with the king as true, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And the king, as was his wont, made merry; 2383|And in to his house the King went straightway, 2383|As Christe the righteous, before her day. 2383|And what thing, as I shall tell unto you, 2383|Was wrought among the women ere that she went 2383|Unto her lord's house, and that her chamber 2383|Girt with a mighty vault was; than which 2383|I say, I never saw a lady so gay: 2383|But as she went to her chamber, to her door 2383|Down fell a shaft the King, as he lay. 2383|Then hasted the King to his bed ere he slept, 2383|But he did not find him asleep; 2383|For there was his lady Margaret, 2383|And there the son of John of Brentford lay, 2383|With one foot in the grave and another in, 2383|That death should never have him know 2383|His wife's sorrow; 2383|And with her handmaidens there sat 2383|A man; 2383|The hair of her head was not grey 2383|As her was, but thick. 2383|And that was John of Brentford, 2383|And there they stayed till it was time 2383|That the King was not to ride. 2383|And that was John of Brentford, 2383|And his wife he did salute 2383|Within that goodly hall; 2383|And when it was the hour of dawn, 2383|The courtiers did make haste for it, 2383|And drew the key, and made fast the door 2383|To none that was outside: 2383|For death, if any one would die, 2383|Went first, and prayed. 2383|The King, uprose before the door; 2383|There the King and his lady he 2383|Found sitting in that goodly hall, 2383|And her was as bewrought and fair, 2383|As a lamb's white hood. 2383|And thitherward she led them out, 2383|As beseemed the thing that was her part, 2383|That they might know her beauty so: 2383|And there she had no golden hare, 2383|Nor golden bull, nor gold of braid, 2383|Nor gold such as goldsmiths bear, 2383|Nor fine pearls in England rained, 2383|Nor silver such as is in Greece, 2383|But all wrought with honest pride. 2383|Her hair was like the gold of morn, 2383|But like the gold of morn was her 2383|Withal so rich, that every eye 2383|That saw her must have wondered; 2383|For of her gold there was no waste, 2383|The gold was in her hair and face 2383|And in her hand; 2383|So gladly they came forth to see 2383|Whether the hair was white or red, 2383|And the gold with it upon the head; 2383|But in that fair braid shone out 2383|Full many a thousand year ago, 2383|In the world's first year. 2383|The King looked up ======================================== SAMPLE 1110 ======================================== 3698|The droning bird or the bee 3698|No longer to their thoughts belong. 3698|The world they forget or disown; 3698|No more we listen to the sound 3698|Of the sad harp or the lute, 3698|Where are the voices of delight, 3698|The smiles of the happy dead? 3698|Now the sun is sunk into the west, 3698|The time of day is at an end; 3698|The long procession of the day 3698|Remits to its close, and goes 3698|Silent from heaven across the sky, 3698|A solemn troop from the bright world below. 3698|Silent, as if the music of sense 3698|Had ceased to flow, and thought's vanquishing 3698|Had ceased to be gratifying-- 3698|So had the sight and the sound bereft 3698|The sight and sound of joy--so had they died. 3698|The long procession of the day 3698|Remains--the long procession of the day; 3698|The sun is sunk--sunk--as if it might 3698|Hear now again the strains once heard, 3698|The strains once faded in the ear, 3698|Remembered long ere they were still,-- 3698|But no; for in the stillness gone 3698|Remains no sigh, no note of grief, 3698|But, as when soft winds are heard low, 3698|The stillness that is not gone. 3698|Silent so long their spirits were, 3698|Now heard, whereof I have no fear; 3698|For when I looked forth to pass 3698|I saw not a man, and so,-- 3698|That still in me is writ,-- 3698|Myself writ so as I may know. 3698|There came no cry that night from this 3698|Spleen to hear, but, in the light 3698|And air, a voice--a voice like this 3698|I heard it--and of this it seemed 3698|The melody were writ. 3698|The heart has lost its feeling; there 3698|What melody then was written? 3698|The song that man can hear no more 3698|In man the melody remember! 3698|Hear me, ye sad that die! 3698|Your tears, my tears, are shed. 3698|Your prayers, from death, with me descend: 3698|I, that am man, return again 3698|When life on earth is o'er, 3698|A man in heaven, once more, to weep. 3698|A man! Nay, man, let not your prayers 3698|To me of sorrows seem, 3698|Praying that on your part, 3698|Some kind Providence, be kind; 3698|I in my sorrow have found 3698|No prayers can touch your Deity. 3698|The voice of woman, what is it that she utters, 3698|When woman's pride is put to the test? 3698|When the woman has been the bawling partner of men, 3698|How many have not felt, on the same night, 3698|The same dread curse whisper, "It's vain to contend with her." 3698|She, with her pride in the strength of her lips and her heart, 3698|Fails in contest on a point of mere faith. 3698|Is there not something in her which makes her believe 3698|The hopes of men are the more worthy of fame, 3698|Which make heaven seem to promise to thwart her wish? 3698|When men may not follow her, is it not rather 3698|She does so, and would all men thwart, 3698|And yet loves them most who do not see her wrong? 3698|Woman! when the world gives up its sceptic frown, 3698|And the sun has sunk at last in the silver west, 3698|And you are safe in the arms of God, your crown, 3698|And life is one long smiling dream, 3698|May a woman, then, in the same plight, 3698|Be happy to remember this night? 3698|And happy to feel how faithless the world 3698|Can be as deadly as love; 3698|And happy to find that, though it is gone, 3698 ======================================== SAMPLE 1120 ======================================== 19385|An' efter thocht that ever she wad be awa'?" 19385|The lass wi' the rose is so fause, 19385|An' so's my heart wi' her it gies a plee! 19385|"Thae wadna made ye gae awa' 19385|An' made ye gae awa' to me," 19385|The lass wi' the rose is no sae wame 19385|In a' the warld whar she's gud an' braw; 19385|I wadna leave a' my dearie, 19385|If ye're content to take a kiss!" 19385|She cam' awa' wi' a halo 19385|O'er her face her heart was dancin', 19385|While she thocht she sarten at hersel'-- 19385|Then the kirk and the castle chang'd their willy, 19385|An' the bairns made a' their plee! 19385|"Gin ye can sing to my hame, 19385|The lass wi' the rose on her face, 19385|My heart's the fairest 'y ever met, 19385|Sae let it hang on a rhymer's rhyme; 19385|Or if you can sing but my hame, 19385|I am glad, for I'm the kindliest rhymer 19385|An I hae nae lads the power to mak it sad." 19385|When auld Nick was a bachelor, 19385|Nae mair his bride wad daff. 19385|But the lass wi' the rose in her face, 19385|Was nae mair his fancy. 19385|She has a loof, like the dew, 19385|And an ancle, like the wind; 19385|But she has an e'e like the sea, 19385|It maks no thing amiss. 19385|And it's now gane over the hill, - 19385|But it's not for lack o' gi'en; 19385|So I maun gang a-sirnin', 19385|For we'll be a-sirnin'. 19385|Oh! what will be a wee for yar, 19385|When I gang a wee higher; 19385|Though I hae wi' the rose in her face, 19385|In God's wee tane she's nane. 19385|Oh! what will 'twere be a wee for yar, 19385|When I gang a wee higher; 19385|Though I hae a rose upon my dear, 19385|'Twere a wee that ye wouldna fain. 19385|Oh, I am fain to win her yet, 19385|An she is fain to gree; 19385|What should I to them be a loon? 19385|An it isna lang to yan. 19385|Oh! it's fine to be a wee higher, 19385|To seek her in the night, 19385|Though I hae nae the face to see, 19385|While she hath twa e'en or three. 19385|Oh, it's fine to be a wee higher, 19385|To be a wee aboon a bride; 19385|We'll be a wee higher! to seek her 19385|Will live anither life. 19385|I am come to the market-place, 19385|On my way from home; 19385|I am come to the market-place, 19385|The place of toil. 19385|The sun is glintin' in my path, 19385|An' glints in my face; 19385|In my path is a muckle place 19385|For me to gae; 19385|But life is jist a span or twa, 19385|Oh! what for me! 19385|Oh! what for me? 19385|Ye jist see the bonnie, bonnie face 19385|Of my ain dearie; 19385|Oh! wha but me could look that braw, 19385|Or look a wee? 19385|But I hae twa een--my ain dearie, 19385|That's our Jock O'Malley. 19385|Ye have seen him yesternight, 19385|Wh ======================================== SAMPLE 1130 ======================================== 1020|And what a little girl! Ah! when I am young I will find 1020|The fairest girl in all the world. 1020|But what has she done? Oh! what has she done? 1020|What have I spoken in this little girl's ear, 1020|That in her eyes I see a tear, 1020|For how should I forget that she was once a man? 1020|She is an amour, little daughter mine, 1020|Of mine own heart, and that is she. 1020|To the tune of "Hear the World, my boys, 1020|We must rise and go 1020|And see how our little girl does." 1020|A little boy with long black hair, 1020|But ever pale and fair, 1020|To the tune of "I want a blue ribbon to tie my hair". 1020|A king in scarlet cloak, 1020|That was once yellow with gold. 1020|To the tune of "I'm the little red rose, 1020|I'm the little red rose, 1020|The king's in the castle now with his queen." 1020|A king with golden beard, 1020|And white curls on his chin, 1020|A king with purple flag on his flagstaff. 1020|To the tune of "All the birds in the bush". 1020|A queen with red rose in her hair, 1020|The King of the forest to the tune of "The King of the Forest". 1020|A blue ribbon to tie his hair, 1020|To the tune of "O, what is the use of waiting? 1020|I am not a woman at all, 1020|And you will not learn till you know." 1020|The King of the Forest at last 1020|The tune of "He came upon a hill and he went away". 1020|Hush! when he went 1020|He never saw the King, 1020|He never heard the King's jest, 1020|And where has he gone to? 1020|He did not know where to turn, 1020|He could not find where to go, 1020|He did not know where to run, 1020|And there he goes, 1020|And there he comes back. 1020|The tune of "He is a noble man and is young". 1020|A monarch in black and white, 1020|That has a bit of blue, 1020|That has bits of red, 1020|That is princely Richard. 1020|That has golden hair 1020|And looks well and goes about, 1020|But he's useless for a job, 1020|For his work is done. 1020|The King of the Forest for his song 1020|Has the title of King, though his life's a song. 1020|A king of a queen with a little green 1020|And a red ribbon to tie his hair, 1020|And a book of songs his little feet have read 1020|That he sings in a song. 1020|When his crown is on his head 1020|He travels about at the will of his Queen. 1020|From his palace in the skies 1020|He flies to every child 1020|That asks him to a feast 1020|Or a game. 1020|And there, at his will, 1020|He lays his royal hand, 1020|From his kingdom, to your home, 1020|And gives you the fruits of the earth. 1020|The little birds are singing in a wood; 1020|The little people are dancing in a wreath; 1020|With a song of love and a bow of delight 1020|The little birds are playing with their hands. 1020|The little things are laughing in the sun, 1020|And singing their glad little songs of summer; 1020|The little flower is blossoming in the snow, 1020|And listening in the forest for the harp's sound. 1020|I wonder if I ever will be glad 1020|Because I always kiss his soft and silver hair. 1020|If I never will have a princely mind, 1020|And carry on the great adventures of the world, 1020|Where all the noble kings are just beside, 1020|And all the heroic warriors at my side. 1020|Then I shall always always be no better 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 1140 ======================================== 27336|And the sun's first rays are upon my face. 27336|But I am here no longer--not for thy bliss-- 27336|But only to give my heart to thee. 27336|And thy heart's light is not gone from my face, 27336|The golden sunshine was before me thrown; 27336|And the sun is shining once again on thy feet. 27336|But I give my life,--it was a last part of mine,-- 27336|For thy love to my soul's depths. 27336|Dear friend, may the dawn of your coming break 27336|The veil of night that has over-dared 27336|Our hearts, too, to see the bright day shine; 27336|May the sun shine on the mountain tops where we 27336|Have waited long, in the silence and the shade 27336|For the great hour; and then may our spirits say, "We wait!" 27336|I, my love, would not be afraid, 27336|May earth, all green to-day, 27336|With every living thing, 27336|Fold round me, like a scarf for thee! 27336|May the flowers all be sweet, 27336|As they were of yesternight! 27336|Shall I hear the sea breeze 27336|Blowing through the branches free? 27336|Shall I smell, by dew and scent, 27336|The morning, opening with her light, 27336|And bring to rest 27336|The shadows that darken round my feet? 27336|Let me breathe a wild perfume 27336|That the summer perfume is, 27336|Shook from the breath of flowers 27336|And mingled with them, I shall see 27336|How my soul's secret lies 27336|In a lily-lily, 27336|And this little rose 27336|Seemed the face of one I knew. 27336|Let the little stream to-night 27336|Take every gleam of beauty 27336|And flow, like my own dream, 27336|Till its shadowy face 27336|Like the shadow in the glass 27336|Stand in the shadow of its stream. 27336|When we parted, my love and I, we thought 27336|Each day would bring us nearer to the sky. 27336|Then we heard no more the rain, and, lo! 27336|The rose was dead! 27336|She lived, it seemed, in the heart of me 27336|So sweet, and when I saw her face, 27336|I knew my heart was in the wrong place. 27336|Life is short for some, and all must be long, 27336|But the hearts that feel the saddest must have the longest to tell. 27336|She lies at last in her long sleep all in white; 27336|No sorrow can disturb her, no sorrow, no no! 27336|But love draws near; and the long hours have no sound: 27336|Then we laugh, and we mourn, and we mourn in the dark, 27336|No matter how lonely seem life's short hours to us. 27336|Our hearts are all in the wrong place, that is clear; 27336|We cannot change life's crooked paths for a hair. 27336|She has gone to keep her trust, and to prove 27336|That we in our wrongs are not alone to blame, 27336|That we, like her, are powerless in the hour 27336|Of trials of fate with a heart all unkind. 27336|How many long hours must we have to keep 27336|The truth from our hearts, if we then could tell 27336|The true story of what was a long sleepless night. 27336|As I went down the hill, I had my eyes on a child 27336|Who was playing in the meadow, a picture for me. 27336|He had a little wreath of flowers in his hand, 27336|And his face was of pure white marble, his hair was black, 27336|His eyes were two different colors, blue and red. 27336|I gazed at him long and long, and then, my eyes grew dim 27336|Even as the day that never grows to dusk. 27336|I had seen many pictures before, but I never knew 27336|What a strange soul, a little child was in a bright white dress. 27336|A face, a hair, a shape, a ======================================== SAMPLE 1150 ======================================== 2620|And he will never leave you, love, 2620|A-shade as ugly as I? 2620|And when you call on me to walk 2620|You can see it is a lie. 2620|But I won't go away from you, love, 2620|For I love you more than gold, 2620|And if you'd be my true love too, 2620|We'd always love and never sleep! 2620|When night is in the valley, 2620|When the lonely stars are shining, 2620|When the shadows are most brightening, 2620|There comes a welcome brightening 2620|Of voices and hands that make soft sounds 2620|Of voices like gentle murmuring 2620|Of gladness as of birds when Spring 2620|Has stirred the trees with wakening. 2620|And soft, dear, soft voices call me, 2620|And words of peace, of welcome bringing 2620|My quiet into my keeping. 2620|Then softly comes the darkness, 2620|Then the dreamy night is deepening 2620|Over glen and woodland whispering, 2620|As through the dark I steal to meet her 2620|Whose gentle hand my arm caresses, 2620|And kiss her asleep with moaning. 2620|The day, that was so darkling, 2620|Now comes and calls to-day; 2620|The world is glad with singing, 2620|The sun is in the sky; 2620|The bird is in his rosy nest, 2620|But I--I must call again. 2620|And is the spring with crimson blossoms laden, 2620|Or only dead to me and thee? 2620|That which God's peace bringeth, 2620|He, lest it should be broken, 2620|Let this thing be his keeping. 2620|O, let me not in any wise be envious, 2620|For I would have her happy be. 2620|The world is bright, the world is glad; 2620|God calls me and bids me sing: 2620|My soul to my soul then doth go; 2620|God keeps his own keeping. 2620|I love to wake and feel the sun 2620|About me go; 2620|I love to hear the cricket play 2620|Round the geranium tree. 2620|I love to breathe the fresh Morning; 2620|And to lie, quite still, 2620|Under my own green geranium, 2620|Where the sweet sea-purple curls. 2620|I love the little pond to rest 2620|In, when wind and weather change; 2620|In here, the blue and yellow flags 2620|Flash out, and go; 2620|In here, the birds, the birds, sing, 2620|In here, the larks, sing trill. 2620|There, baby bunting all in yellow, 2620|Dropped to my knee, 2620|Folds tight, tight and velvety white-- 2620|I love this world to-day! 2620|O sweet, soft wind, thou blowest in May! 2620|Canst thou not remember how to blow 2620|When June's at the sky? 2620|Thou art too young; thy music to hear! 2620|Canst thou not, child, be a singer still? 2620|Art thou not tired, mother, of summer now? 2620|How the earth grows pale? 2620|I wish I had a little singing vane, 2620|A little, little vessel that may carry 2620|Some little song or little breath or little word 2620|Into the sunlit sea and be its heir 2620|Of one small breath it breathes! 2620|Little black books, in which the sun and stars 2620|And moon and stars begin; 2620|Little feet that do not stay, nor stay at all, 2620|As they run down the street; 2620|Little lips that let no tears or laughter pass; 2620|Nor any music mar; 2620|And, oh! if there be a little maid, 2620|In my daughter's life, 2620|Little black books I'll carry back again, 2620|To be shut in her tiny hand, and looked for 2620|If she should cry! 2620|O, ======================================== SAMPLE 1160 ======================================== 2130|When the great stars of the sun 2130|Were hidden in the heavens white, 2130|When from this earth a great dread 2130|Passed o'er all men and gods: 2130|That the dark ages hour was come 2130|When the very sinew of the Lord 2130|Was broken and loosed to thrust 2130|From heaven down as a sword of wood. 2130|O that on those dark brows 2130|Some memory, that men may know 2130|How the righteous are justified! 2130|And if this heaven-valour be 2130|Unrighteous, then the dark ages old 2130|Were no greater than our life-time is; 2130|And the first day was the greatest crime. 2130|And though the Lord hath saved us once, 2130|And sent the saving word, 2130|Yet sins will run to heavier scales 2130|Till we die in heaven again. 2130|But, since we have a world, 2130|And that the world may save us all, 2130|Let us do the Saviour's will. 2130|For sin will then be forgiven, 2130|And the day of grace be over all. 2130|'Tis our sin whose penalty 2130|The righteous man shall pay, 2130|Who never swerved his ways 2130|Yet made the hearts of men less pure.' 2130|"The great sun sank from out the east, 2130|The morning paled from the west: 2130|The mighty stars grew faint and pale, 2130|And the last day's labour done, 2130|In a white stream ran away, 2130|And the last silent hour passed by; 2130|And then I woke, with sudden start, 2130|To see by window-latched gate 2130|A form pass through the revolving door; 2130|It was a man, it was a man: 2130|He had on the sash worn out, 2130|The worn sash of the one he loved 2130|Which in his heart he wore alone 2130|In the years, since, that his love departed; 2130|But this worn sash no more was he 2130|Who wore it in his heart in part, 2130|But it was worn by one he knew 2130|Who was his kin's child, his sire's wife, 2130|And had been happy as a child, 2130|Now these two were parted. 2130|Alas, alas, that day! 2130|And how for a week thereafter 2130|Through all the season long 2130|He did his best to please, 2130|And made his will with speed, 2130|By letters sent on holidays, 2130|And then he went away with cheer, 2130|In his arms embracing his child; 2130|But the child was gone, and his heart ached 2130|For the dear dead one, and he wept, 2130|As the day went over. 2130|No morrow met him then, 2130|That day, and to and from those gates, 2130|And from the streets, and from the courts, 2130|The mourners came and went, 2130|Like the fleet white-footed bee 2130|On joy and sorrow, day and night:-- 2130|And still, all through the month of May, 2130|Each child was with its mother, and his own mother, 2130|And the old man's son, the good old father, 2130|For the day passed. 2130|It was late; he had passed the month 2130|Of twelve in which it was meet 2130|All hands to stop--the very name 2130|The old man uttered of his own age and station. 2130|And so poor he grew, he could not see 2130|If he were blessed or cursed, poor old man, 2130|To have children, and, though his old bones were bent 2130|And his eyes shone with a life-blood like lead, 2130|For the children's children; so none knew 2130|What love had made him weak, and then his children 2130|Laughed--for he would not speak, but they must laugh, 2130|Till, weary, worn with years, and old with age, 2130|And scarce a word left, he ======================================== SAMPLE 1170 ======================================== 12242|I am the man in the moonlight 12242|Who asked the sun for his beams 12242|And for his fire I am. 12242|I am a lamp to him 12242|With which he burns his path; 12242|There is no other light beside me, -- 12242|And he may find it dark. 12242|I am a woman whom he 12242|Has sometimes met in dreams, 12242|Taught him to kiss and to watch me, 12242|Taught him what it means to be; 12242|I am His mistress, and then 12242|I disappear again. 12242|A bird has vowed a thousand times 12242|That he would never fly. 12242|So he has left his nest one day 12242|To flit and fly away. 12242|He scrambled to his web-feet 12242|And there he found a town, -- 12242|The road was paved with wheels of gold, -- 12242|And this was his message to the moon: 12242|"I will be here again for a thousand years 12242|If you will let me lie. 12242|If you'll speak to me, sweet mamma, 12242|I promise to be still. 12242|If you'll look at me, sweet daughter, 12242|I promise to be near; 12242|If you'll hold my hand through life, 12242|I'll keep your marriage morn." 12242|And then he started off in the moon, 12242|And -- ah, what a lying knave! 12242|Did he think, by selling his soul 12242|And letting his body mend, 12242|That he'd be able to buy the soul of St. Francis 12242|And be at rest therein? 12242|I sat alone in the gray, 12242|It was winter, 12242|And I sat alone in the gray, 12242|And what kind of a man was I? 12242|And what kind of a mood was I in 12242|When I turned to the weather-book? 12242|And what kind of a weather-bird 12242|Was this that kept coming in 12242|And bringing out great and small? 12242|The day was drear, and the sky was gray; 12242|And the night came without a snare; 12242|And the cold cocks crowed in Winchester town 12242|A morning without a terror. 12242|The taper lights in Lotos-street 12242|Shone dimly out upon a mound 12242|By the new brook at the western gate; 12242|And, as I stopped to breathe a prayer, 12242|I heard -- or did -- or -- did not hear -- 12242|One of the readiest ways to screw -- 12242|A little boy go up the hill 12242|To play with his sister's little brother. 12242|I heard -- or did not hear -- 12242|Swinging of a slow ox-stall; 12242|And a noise as of the lifting up 12242|Of heavy weights at the barn-door. 12242|A gossamer thread between the two, 12242|And a footfall on the treadle cool, 12242|And a click of hoofs on the polished floor, -- 12242|A rattle of wheels, and a rattle more, 12242|And -- oh, the taper light was gone! 12242|I leaned from my cottage rafter 12242|To catch the last notes of a fiddler 12242|Who gossips with the high church. 12242|Who plays and gossips and forgets 12242|His feet as they come up the stair, 12242|Or, stuck in the middle, gossips blind 12242|With eyes that can see no more. 12242|The sun of May was warmly gleaming 12242|On his bright hair, and bright and lustrous 12242|His glances were, as he came running -- 12242|A girl in sable robes, dancing 12242|On a cloud, with hands of jade. 12242|I stopped one day 12242|In the middle of the garden 12242|To see a fish dip and climb. 12242|The waves below 12242|Were brown and silver-grey, 12242|And I caught it with my teeth 12242|And hung ======================================== SAMPLE 1180 ======================================== 17393|No one was near me; yet--and this is true-- 17393|I did not see that night the old man die. 17393|Well--well--I cannot be the one man to blame; 17393|How can it be, if not for his love, the source 17393|Of every pleasure? This too: the old man took 17393|A part of me, with his life for every joy 17393|In life. Life! life! that is life, from what 17393|If we were dead? I must believe I am not 17393|As he had been. All this I do believe: 17393|I know I am not as I had been, now changed 17393|To what I am to make it good to him: 17393|But why should that avail me aught? our love 17393|Has made him better. If I could see him now, 17393|As now I hope to see him, I would change 17393|My mind about him and believe him still; 17393|Not believing he is worse, so much the more-- 17393|Since all I feared might never come to pass, 17393|The most unhappy man that ever lived. 17393|"Ah me the old man! in life he was a man, 17393|A good, kind man; no doubt of it, and fair, 17393|And well-born: yes--no; but not so in death. 17393|Had he not often said he was not so good 17393|And such a man would never have a name-- 17393|So--so--after all--he never was so. 17393|He was a man to please, and with a name 17393|To grace and honour, he must be at his ease, 17393|And I suppose was. If he had been born 17393|Too pure--too--well--as pure!--no one knows! 17393|Not that that is not so: but in the man 17393|There is a face mixed up, there is a face-- 17393|A woman's face all else besides is gone, 17393|And all the woman-face with it. He used 17393|To say that he and Matilda used to go 17393|Out sometimes together as two friends, 17393|When they--they two were only here to see 17393|Love's mirror: then the mirror turned the more 17393|Of a dark black to a white. Here we are, 17393|Poor souls, he says, in love and amorous fits, 17393|And then--and then! the old man, if he can, 17393|Will tell you, if his love has not changed him, 17393|He has changed me: that is how it is,-- 17393|Matilda, I cannot let her die! 17393|So there I saw him once: we met once, 17393|Half forgotten: when he said one day 17393|A little thing to me, or aught I knew, 17393|And my heart hurt--I never smelt before 17393|Such a whiff of sadness: but I said: 17393|As a father does, I will go and tell 17393|Matilda now: he knows, by this my hair, 17393|She loves me as if she had not been born. 17393|I'll tell Matilda now, he says, and then 17393|He wept, and said the word he needs must say. 17393|And if I say to make the matter worse, 17393|I will break off the thread with which I weave, 17393|And will drop dead, and then the old man's will 17393|Will do it all again, and Matilda--no! 17393|She's here, and I am worse than I could mend. 17393|For if, when he was gone, I did not say 17393|Nay, I love him--which, when he will not say, 17393|Will be the case: then we will talk of this: 17393|You see, and here he breaks my poor thread. 17393|But let us go down to the river again. 17393|That will be very amiable, I know. 17393|Aye, so, we must. You must be up the river 17393|At ten. I can't put in all that I would, 17393|And what's more, I want to see ======================================== SAMPLE 1190 ======================================== 4253|And he has given his word, you never must ask him for gold. 4253|"So he's gone to-night, and so he can't come back to-day." 4253|"And how can he help, by his own good rule?" 4253|"Now listen, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, look here; 4253|He was not the sort of man 4253|(If he did help, 'twas for want of warning 4253|Or care for duty) 4253|To make things hard on the lady 4253|That called him wise and noble, 4253|Though often and often telling her 4253|That 'twas a hard life with him 4253|Was what she always expected, 4253|Though never calling at his door 4253|To see him coming. 4253|"So what is his own story, 4253|If he is good, or if he's bad, 4253|Who knows?--who knows!" 4253|I think the first thing to discover 4253|Was the way in which he made things hard on the lady; 4253|It may be because she was not his wife, 4253|And therefore not a mere dawg of the family, 4253|Or else, perhaps, he wanted to keep her from 4253|Being persuaded by that inestimable 4253|Reason that the lady kept him from her,-- 4253|--And since it wasn't a question of doubt, 4253|Whatever the reason may have been, 4253|But if the reason proved untrue, 4253|Or, if the truth's so very far away, 4253|And if the reason might not be proved, 4253|How could he ever, 4253|With his so huge a body, 4253|Go about telling lies? 4253|I mean he might have--I say it, 4253|So there, you see, you see, 4253|If he'd only now remember 4253|A sort of time-rule, 4253|He'd act as his own counsel 4253|And give us a day or two 4253|As free as air the old years to enjoy. 4253|"But there's a reason we're not free to go 4253|As frequently as he would now," 4253|You know the one. 4253|"I'm not a prophet, or a schismatic Tory 4253|"I'm not a Pharisee, or a heathen heretic, 4253|"Nor have I ever, at any time, thought 4253|"'Tis a pity they let a man like Fuzzy-Wuzzy go." 4253|Myself? I'm a doctored-- 4253|But how, I wonder, could I find the time 4253|To go round like all the other inhabitants? 4253|Ah, I see! I've not been much a target 4253|Against the prying of the public eyes 4253|As most of you, doubtless, are aware-- 4253|And I have sometimes found the task severe 4253|When any questions I hadn't broached. 4253|But still, it would have been a joy to me 4253|To find that Fuzzy would have got the hang! 4253|For seldom, indeed, is it that way 4253|With most of you; 4253|And, after all, the lady's eyes were quite right, 4253|And I have sometimes found the task severe 4253|When any questions I hadn't broached. 4253|And now for something just as odd: 4253|(You know the rest, I'm sure--) 4253|I've always found it truly odd 4253|That, having made that last attack 4253|Upon his honour, he was ever shy 4253|And would sometimes say, or sometimes say, 4253|That he wasn't a Protestant, 4253|Nor a Tory, nor a man at all. 4253|But, somehow, my mind was warped to one 4253|Who once was Christian, and had been naughty 4253|The very same way as I had been, 4253|And, after school, in this way would cheat, 4253|So long as he wasn't a Protestant! 4253|And, somehow, as I have told it, he was, 4253|Till of course we both were married Catholics! 4253|It never crossed ======================================== SAMPLE 1200 ======================================== 5185|In her mouth is a kiss of sweetness, 5185|In her hand a necklace of copper 5185|And her feet are of copper-bearing. 5185|Mielikki, maiden with the forehead, 5185|Whom the maidens know by their locks, 5185|Gives to Kaukomieli this answer: 5185|"O my beauteous virgin-mother! 5185|Thou that hast thy dwelling in Pohya, 5185|Do not give this Lemminkainen, 5185|Things of evil Mielikki's mother! 5185|She will give thee an evil answer, 5185|Will not freely give to Lemminkainen, 5185|Hiding thee her greatest treasures, 5185|In her house a magic hero, 5185|With his arms all copper-bound, 5185|In his belt a necklace of copper, 5185|In his hand a magic necklace!" 5185|Thereupon the Island-hero 5185|Gives this answer to his mother: 5185|"Take thy daughter to the hero, 5185|That the mother give to Lemminkainen 5185|Friendship and all-pervading wisdom, 5185|Thus to grow in wisdom and honor, 5185|Guided by his wise and ancient 5185|Unalterable permanent suns." 5185|Thus his mother gave advice, 5185|This the young Lemminkainen's answer: 5185|"Leave thou mine own home and kindred, 5185|Hither drive thy fleetest vessel, 5185|Leave my mother with thy mother, 5185|With thine own sweetheart serve in wedlock, 5185|Be the groom whose honor sure reward me! 5185|For the virgin-hero, Mielikki, 5185|That she gave thee as a bridal, 5185|That she bound thee with her silken gauze, 5185|Be the bride that best becomes thee!" 5185|Lemminkainen, filled with gladness, 5185|Speaks these words to bring his mother: 5185|"From this day forth, fair Queen of Islands, 5185|Make thyself a blessing to me, 5185|Make thyself a joyous hero, 5185|Make thee great among the heroes, 5185|In all Osmo's wide borders, 5185|In the service of the multitude!" 5185|Pressed this task his mother's heart, 5185|And her hands are full of anguish; 5185|Nought to him is given now, nothings 5185|Save the silver-foot maids for teaching, 5185|Save the daughters of the Suomi, 5185|Nought at all to him is wanting, 5185|Where the magic wood of silver, 5185|Where the magic wood of silver-tinselled, 5185|May be wrought, whene'er the mother 5185|Sits and weaves at last her charmingweavings. 5185|Many days she thus asks for seining; 5185|But her task is yet incomplete. 5185|Lemminkainen, filled with pride, 5185|Lifts his hands and plants the taking. 5185|In the time of summer waning, 5185|When the waning-moon is visible, 5185|In the time of golden moonlight, 5185|Spring the seagulls from the ocean, 5185|Sail the ocean-waters returning, 5185|Silver-colored, flying winds them, 5185|In the skies of evening flying, 5185|And the maiden sits upon the sea-beach, 5185|Near the transport-boat of welcome, 5185|Catches at her net of linen 5185|With her fingers, tilth and raiment, 5185|Seeking out the time of silver; 5185|But she finds it overthrown 5185|By the magic net of silver, 5185|And the threads are broken on it; 5185|Therefore the young man leaves the 5185|Plying-bench unfinished, 5185|Sings in smallest notes a chorus, 5185|Sings anew his wondrous taking; 5185|Catches at his mantle's lining, 5185|With her slender finger-tips, 5185|With her painted lips she wreathes it, 5185|To and fro, ======================================== SAMPLE 1210 ======================================== May not, may not, then, thy hand 1852|O' th' gods of the old world, 1852|Be the burden of that song? 1852|I, who am the poet of hope, 1852|Whose song on the wave still doth break, 1852|But a song that the sea hath never 1852|Hath ever sought to restore, 1852|But only to make fresh it's waters? 1852|To sing the song I've sung 1852|With my life and my heart, 1852|For an old world that hath lost its way, 1852|And would go down with the sea, 1852|But that the sea hath never yet found 1852|What it sought, but I know full well 1852|That it will, soon, find it soon. 1852|I know full well what the future will be; 1852|I know what the old world yet shall be: 1852|But in what an old world shall I sing? 1852|If in the old world this old song should die, 1852|Thenceforth would I not be the poet 1852|But would be the poet of hope. 1852|That is the answer he hears 1852|Out of the eyes he looks: 1852|"If in the long night you should see 1852|A little star come creeping 1852|From the west to the east 1852|Which, and which no other is, 1852|If, and which no other is, 1852|The stars of your life then, 1852|Which we see not, will dream 1852|Of hope and passion in me,-- 1852|My love, for my life's sake." 1852|"How well, then, for us there be 1852|My heart in the star!" 1852|"O what are stars for?" 1852|"The stars are a sky 1852|The stars are a sky." 1852|"What's a star for?" 1852|"Love, it lighteth a sea; 1852|And my soul is at sea! 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's? 1852|With me, with me, with me, 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's?" 1852|"What, for?" 1852|"With me, with me, with me, 1852|O, what have it to do 1852|With any other man's?" 1852|"O, what have stars for?" 1852|"The stars are a sky; 1852|As for my heart, I feel 1852|As the sea, with my heart, 1852|With the sea." 1852|"What shall life be to you, then, then?" 1852|"As light, as love. 1852|O, the earth is a grey stone wall, 1852|The sea but a stone, 1852|And the stars hide both the sky 1852|And my life with a wall!" 1852|"What, then! for you, then?" 1852|"Love, for my heart, for my heart, 1852|As it shone on your breast, 1852|And my love for that, love for that, 1852|As it shone on your breast, 1852|As it shone on the day 1852|Of our life." 1852|"O, what have stars for?" 1852|"A life in a heaven, dear: 1852|They cannot change it; 1852|And life for my life's sake, life for my life's sake 1852|O, what have stars for?" 1852|"Life for love's sake!" 1852|"O then, what have heaven for? 1852|Love for you! what have heaven for? 1852|LOVE is life's best draught, 1852|Love for love's sake! 1852|I would drink it, if I might-- 1852|Love that hath never been 1852|Love's best draught! 1852|O now would I drink this draught in peace, 1852|For I know that if my heart 1852|Had to thee any sound, 1852|It would be, 'Delicately life 1852|Till death to life!' 1852|'Tis not life, though its bliss 1852|Yet seem ======================================== SAMPLE 1220 ======================================== 3023|And my dear son; what's my child's age? 3023|"The boy is in his late teens, 3023|And so is I; no sense has he, I fear; 3023|"He's only eleven or twelve, 3023|And then he does not know 3023|A proper motion to give!" 3023|"You're no more a Dandy yet," 3023|I cried, "but if you will come to-day, 3023|I will learn you what my friend 3023|Has learned, as he doth day by day, 3023|"That 'twas the devil's own son I loved. 3023|But you, what do you think of me?" 3023|"I think, my dear sir, you're a fool," 3023|Is all he said. "I'm not a dunce, I swear." 3023|"But you must know it is not true!" 3023|I cried, with laughter loud. 3023|"And were you to take such steps with me, 3023|It all would fall apart at once!" 3023|"But do not think I mean to go!" 3023|'Twas then he took his right step on. 3023|We have no more of him. 3023|The day is cold and drear 3023|And the night is spent and furled, 3023|Wherewith I toiled, 3023|And I am weary. 3023|How sweet is life in woe! 3023|The day is done, 3023|And we in the evening rest. 3023|We may go up, we may go down,-- 3023|Let us all do quiet well. 3023|And if in all the day 3023|The night is not so long: 3023|How hard such short stints are given! 3023|My heart is sick, and my eyes are dim,-- 3023|Yet with patience I toil with the world. 3023|Now all my joyous toil is done, 3023|My heart is sick, and my eyes are dim; 3023|Yet with patience, I work ever with life. 3023|With the day still to go I have to turn. 3023|(With the night still to go, yet with the day.) 3023|The night is past and over, 3023|And we have to turn back, 3023|And with the day we must part. 3023|I was thinking of the time we have been, 3023|That as we go we had so sweet a play. 3023|And now, alas! I have to say good-night at 3023|The door of an empty house, wherein two 3023|Were wont to dwell,--and the door is shut, alas! 3023|In the door, as I wish they might be. 3023|And if they are left with nothing save 3023|In the long loneliness, the cold, 3023|And the sound of my own heart, alas! 3023|I must work with the world my way. 3023|What care I for the world and its ways? 3023|Why should I care a single jot for 3023|The ways of men? 3023|But I have to work my way my all, 3023|As I must who am not awake 3023|(Woe! woe! for me, I know not how) 3023|Who must keep sleeping and sleeping, 3023|For I must work, nor win in this way. 3023|But let me rest to-day, 3023|And the night is over, 3023|And my eyes are bright, and my heart is sad. 3023|For I must wear the night, alas! 3023|And the world is done. 3023|Now on this night I will dream,--in love. 3023|(With an unknown face before her, 3023|She recites to her in a dream.) 3023|"Good-night, my love! 3023|How did we meet, in the days 3023|Of our youth? 3023|How in sorrow did we part? 3023|You said never to part. 3023|Oh! that you would not go away! 3023|But I can never be what I was! 3023|Then good-by, my darling, dear! 3023|And, as you go away ======================================== SAMPLE 1230 ======================================== 20956|The stars of midnight sleep o'er the skies; 20956|Beneath the midnight moon, and every star, 20956|The nightingales are singing their songs, 20956|When the great sea-lion sleeps upon the foam 20956|Beneath the midnight moon and every star. 20956|The sun to his own reflection doth wax; 20956|All day he stares in azure; silent he 20956|Went forth to bathe the fields with virgin light; 20956|The clearness of the west seems to blind 20956|His aspect, then he takes repose 20956|In the cool green recesses of the glen; 20956|He shines not, but he shines all the day; 20956|The day is growing dark, and the night is near-- 20956|The silent night, and the moon in eclipse. 20956|The stars of midnight laugh in the dusky west-- 20956|"The night is bright and the moon is pale," say they. 20956|The moon, in cloudlike procession, goes 20956|Her way thro' heaven, an immaculate fair; 20956|Her heart's blood seems to quench the burning day-reels 20956|Of the fires which the great sun with his waxing rays 20956|Thro' heaven throws out, with her fiery garments wet; 20956|Her head is bow'd on earth, in its cloudless space; 20956|From her beaming eyes the tears of morn arise. 20956|The blue-browed, moon-luminous night, 20956|Has hid the sunlight in a mist, 20956|For the dew is on the flowers, 20956|And the breeze is on the trees. 20956|It's dappled with a slavish blue, 20956|But the sun's heart will not rest; 20956|He's on a secret errand sent 20956|To the flowers of the earth; 20956|And the night, and the dawn that comes, 20956|And the day that goes to his rest. 20956|I've heard the song of the evening wind; 20956|It seemed to me the winds that pass'd 20956|By, as they came and went, still, 20956|A voice of song was whispering it: 20956|"The night is glad, and gladder; 20956|There's hope on every hand; 20956|But when you hear the rain-drops, dreaming, falling 20956|You may hear, in your heart, the song that's singing, 20956|And the rain-drops falling on the leaves and the tree-tops, 20956|You may hear, in your heart, the song that's telling it." 20956|The raindrop of April now has fallen, 20956|The trees are bent with the droppings of leaves, 20956|And the leaves are bending, bending to the breeze, 20956|The trees all murmur a song of gladness: 20956|"Happy April!" "April, true April!" 20956|The clouds, that are moving along, 20956|Are full of mirth and song and gladness, 20956|As the bright sun shines upon them: 20956|"Happy April! Happy, April!" 20956|And the breeze is blowing a gay welcome 20956|To the green-fingered girl, with bright, yellow hair, 20956|To the lark that is soaring away to the sky, 20956|To the sunbeam as gay as it came; 20956|To the water-nymphs far away, 20956|With a song of gladness in their laughter. 20956|"Happy April! Happy, April!" 20956|The mountain-side is dancing a dance 20956|Of gleaming peaks, and green, open spaces. 20956|The little lodge, that is hung with flowers, 20956|Is bright and fair with painted walls. 20956|And warmly the breath of the morning, 20956|The wind, as it sweeps by, is calling 20956|The white flowers, that drop their petals down, 20956|And the sun's bright eyes to seek again. 20956|The little lodge stands where the clouds 20956|And sunshine and laughter are mingling; 20956|And from it, the blue-bird is singing 20956|The melody that is all his own. 20956|All through the day was the air ======================================== SAMPLE 1240 ======================================== 19385|As the waves dash on the green sea-shore, 19385|The wild winds' wild din hath been sooth, 19385|For it is the night o'er the ocean, 19385|And it is the stars that have shone. 19385|It is the night o' days without joy, 19385|For the dewy eve is past, 19385|And the sun of a summer that is o'er, 19385|And the rose is nigh dying. 19385|And we look back on the bright world 19385|That was our own by birth, 19385|The flowers for our old homes are withering, 19385|And on many a stream we pine; 19385|And we think on our friends departed, 19385|And the bright eyes with which we matched, 19385|But not for the joy that we have had, 19385|Not for the light that shone. 19385|And we say, as we lift the tear-stained raiment 19385|From our eyes, as we lift it from our bosom, 19385|"How vain is the flower and the lily, 19385|But it may be the friend it was making!" 19385|Oh, the fair morning of summer's sweet morning, 19385|When I bade the blue sky be bright, nor weary 19385|Be the hopes of my maidenhood's future! 19385|Oh, the bright eve of the day without splendour, 19385|When in memory o'er my spirit gleams 19385|The star of my love, that is rising 19385|To smile at the sun with his parting fire! 19385|Oh, how dear 'tis to me, how dear 'tis to thee, 19385|Thou dear island of my childhood's dreams, 19385|The lovely isle of my childhood's memories; 19385|The fair Isle of Oronore! 19385|Oh, the sweet island of loved childhood's home, 19385|Where I wander the days of my life back, 19385|A youth in the prime of life, 19385|With a youth in the prime of manhood's prime-- 19385|A youth in the prime o' youthhood's bloom, 19385|And I gaze to meet his e'e like thine. 19385|Oh, how dear is the sweet morning of summer, 19385|When I see the sun with a withering light, 19385|And in sleep to think that I see thine eye, 19385|Thy soul is all to my dream and my heart, 19385|And I feel thy spirit my spirit enfold, 19385|Where it lifts me up into the air. 19385|How dear 'tis to be loved in the mild sunlight, 19385|When the sweet air, my love, my home and heaven is, 19385|And thy bosom is breath'd by the summer's breath, 19385|And I kiss it to meet it in thine. 19385|Oh! how dear 'tis to sleep in the soft summer, 19385|To dream that I feel thy heart-beat in mine; 19385|And that thou art still living, still beating, 19385|To think on the days, and to dream on them. 19385|The hours o' the world! the hours o' the world! 19385|How short is the dream I am dreaming of! 19385|In thy heart the hours o' the world are not. 19385|Oh! the sweet heart! the sweet heart! my love, 19385|Where are the dreams I have given thee? 19385|That I am now waking in the bright morning, 19385|With the light on the past, and the future unknown. 19385|In the future! but in the past I sleep; 19385|With the past I dream on the days of my years, 19385|And my dream is like the moon when its shining 19385|Is all aflame with love-flies all arow. 19385|How sweet is the soft voice that is speaking 19385|In my soul, and that is sweet to receive! 19385|For ever I am dreaming on the days, 19385|And it is like the moon where its shining is. 19385|My heart is of one vein, the pulse of life; 19385|And its blood is red with love-lamps all arow. 19385|But the vein is cold, the blood is dry, 19385|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 1250 ======================================== 18007|I hear the sea-waters flow, 18007|Like voices of the singing soul, 18007|I see the waves go by, 18007|Like some wild magic vision! 18007|I am the little song-bird 18007|That flies in my father's tree, 18007|And he can draw the leaves as they fly, 18007|And lay me on an apple bed, 18007|And talk to me from far away. 18007|Where the meadows sound, 18007|Where the woodlands call; 18007|I will follow from the dawn to the dark, 18007|And from the day to the night! 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues 18007|By the river of the wind and the shadow of spring; 18007|Where the river of the wild is foaming and falling, 18007|But the dark willows bind us to the world unseen. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|'Tis an awful country, 'tis a dreadful land! 18007|Where men are slain for a golden and gaudy bliss 18007|That withers in the summer-tide like a weed; 18007|And all the earth is a waste of dead gold; 18007|And all the air is a roar, and all the sea 18007|Is a blue abyss with a yawning grave below; 18007|And only the heart of a man 18007|Finds a welcome in that land of death and pain! 18007|Only the heart of a man, 18007|That weeps and mourns o'er lost blisses and gold! 18007|Only the heart of a man, 18007|That weeps and mourns o'er wasted hearts! 18007|Where the river of life's tide turns to flood, 18007|To gush and dash like the waters of the sun; 18007|Where the stars of a thousand worlds shine still, 18007|And the sands of a thousand years are one. 18007|And no heart, like a wandering mariner, 18007|Cleaves an untenanted country like a sea! 18007|Where the hills of the dead and the valleys of pain 18007|Strew shame and anguish like a foul and brown, 18007|And the souls of a thousand years have no home. 18007|Where, full of the glory of God, 18007|He sits smiling on the new-born land; 18007|On this earth that is only a glimpse 18007|Of His grandeur and mercy, he lies. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|I hear the voice of God ringing still, 18007|And the heart of a man beats on an empty ear. 18007|In the valley of old leagues and of old leagues, 18007|Where never a heart is heard to sigh, 18007|Nor a soul cries out to the living above, 18007|Where the sea of our sorrows cannot swell; 18007|Where ever the weary wait unheeded by; 18007|And never a heart can answer all they cry. 18007|Only the heart of a man 18007|Is the only one that can answer all they cry. 18007|And the man of the valley of old leagues 18007|Dares not call his own desert into hearth; 18007|For the voice of God is a voice for his soul 18007|And the voice of a man can make or mar. 18007|Where the voice of God is the only one 18007|Can make or mar or break or heal. 18007|For he must be strong, that he may be one 18007|That the world may pray to, and be a part 18007|Of the hope of the worlds until the Last 18007|When the hearts of men shall break and wail, 18007|And the voices of the living shall cease. 18007|In the heart of a man, O Lord, 18007|Is a love that cannot cease; 18007|It is the love of man that is the life. 18007|It is the love of man that is the life. 18007|No man can be truly happy where he is. 18007|Who holds in his hands the treasure of life, 18007|And does not cry, with the sigh of the child, 18007|"The world is all a part of the world, O Lord!" 18007|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 1260 ======================================== 19226|They are not yet aught 19226|Of the same, with the same 19226|Tenderness, 19226|Nor aught of their worth; 19226|They cannot understand 19226|Your words. 19226|To you it means 19226|Some idle thought, 19226|Or an idle word; 19226|To them, 19226|It means 19226|Some old, old thought. 19226|It is all to you! 19226|Oh, do it not! 19226|I dare not do it, 19226|It seems unwise; 19226|It runs against all sense 19226|Of right and right to do 19226|Until it seems to be 19226|A wrong, 19226|A wrong, from the start;-- 19226|Let me not spoil 19226|My fair youth 19226|By wasting it, 19226|Or making it less true. 19226|I shall be what you make me, 19226|And never cease 19226|To be what you wish me-- 19226|Loving you, hating you, 19226|Love and hate alike, 19226|But never forget, 19226|Nor change for any man 19226|What I was made for. 19226|So, till that change comes, 19226|Keep me in tune; 19226|I will never, never change, 19226|But change my song 19226|To what you say I am 19226|Till, in a little while, 19226|What I was made for, 19226|You shall find me what you want. 19226|A child would never hurt a fly 19226|With tongs of venom, or with knife, 19226|Or, in the snare of false desire, 19226|Weary of the false desire, 19226|Would turn to grass the flies in sight, 19226|And let them rest; and even I, 19226|Having seen you make them eat, 19226|Have much compassion on them. 19226|Would that he took your pity, 19226|And, having heard how you are hurt, 19226|Could make the fly's dying agony, 19226|Or, if he needs must sting the rest, 19226|Would keep from further deed the sting, 19226|And kill it in the leafing bower. 19226|O, if the world had ears or wings 19226|To hear the pity you bestow 19226|On young, undone, poor love,-- 19226|Whate'er the cost;-- 19226|Would that she knew the thing I know. 19226|Why did the soul of Man 19226|Change from his first eternal likeness, 19226|As he grew older? 19226|Why did the flower in the spring-time vanish? 19226|Why did the daybreak's dreams of hope depart? 19226|All things are changed; 19226|The sun, the air, the flowers; 19226|The summer wanes, and yet the flower is undimmed. 19226|Why did the wind change to madness, 19226|And the rainbow color change from blue? 19226|Why did the bird change form? 19226|Because I loved her--yes, I love her too. 19226|The flowers are changed, the birds; 19226|She is still the flower--she only is. 19226|A child would never wound a fly, 19226|Why, let him come and kiss me; 19226|But a man would kiss his sun-kissed rose 19226|When it is red, and warm, and new. 19226|My eyes have often seen you weep 19226|To see the dew bespangled flowers, 19226|And have remembered how you frowned 19226|To see the bud and bloom emerge. 19226|And yet this sorrow was too great 19226|For one to bear alone; 19226|What made you weeping? 19226|I weep through fear. 19226|Your tears fell fast; but what are they? 19226|Some secret sorrow, 19226|And, were he blind, thought you were gods; 19226|Such tears are tears of joy. 19226|I have a secret grief 19226|That's nothing to my sad heart; 19226|It is that you have loved awhile, 19226|And now I cannot find ======================================== SAMPLE 1270 ======================================== 29378|We're not really in it for the money." 29378|"We've got no need of much of that," he said. 29378|"No, no," says little Bobbie, "We're really in it for fun." 29378|The little folks thought it was the big wheel of the world 29378|That started that way, and not the little lady's eyes; 29378|But when the wheels got round about one hundred and four 29378|When they heard 'Thing-o'-the-Month was only twelve-to-twelve. 29378|With only a little wheel, the world was quite a sight, 29378|And that made them glad while the wheels were at the round; 29378|But now the wheel-bubble has put their merry mirth to flight, 29378|And when the wheels come round about two hundred and thirty-six, 29378|They'll put the merry mirth to rights if it can go back. 29378|Now, who the devil's that at the wheel?-- 29378|And who the devil's that in the wheel? 29378|And who the joy of all the wheel?-- 29378|And who the Devil that loves Thee?-- 29378|Hither, hither, with a song and a prayer 29378|We come to Thee with thanks and reverence! 29378|The child with blue eyes 29378|Dost thou still chase 29378|The merry sun through? 29378|In youth's fair morn, 29378|Thine hour of fall, 29378|When the sweet earth and sky, 29378|The stars and heath, 29378|Their tender bloom renew, 29378|While summer and winter's heat 29378|In summer-devouring hours 29378|Their sweets are shedding. 29378|Thy smile once more 29378|Smile warm and bright 29378|On such a face as mine! 29378|O fair, fair flower born 29378|Of loveliest blood 29378|Whoe'er thou art, I pray Thee, 29378|Satchento, bend thee now 29378|Shade of my summer. 29378|But who art thou, that com'st this way, 29378|Com'st this way with dew-dropping tears 29378|To see the face I see not? 29378|And who art thou, this sorrowful hour, 29378|That com'st this way, sad and slow? 29378|And who art thou, this sorrowful hour 29378|That com'st this way to me? 29378|Art thou the maiden 29378|Who, in joyous youth, 29378|Sang sweetly in her ear 29378|The charms of her young lover; 29378|And loved him so, 29378|'And loved he so,' as she taught him? 29378|Hast thou forgotten? 29378|Hast thou forgotten how, 29378|Beneath thy kisses, 29378|His heart was full of passion-- 29378|His blood was hot, his eye 29378|Seem'd to gaze love's way? 29378|Or did the morning-star 29378|Turn from the forest 29378|Because it feared his power? 29378|Hast thou forgotten 29378|The wonted value 29378|Of a sweet smile from thee? 29378|Hast thou forgotten 29378|How, when the moment came 29378|When he called thee his beloved, 29378|He lit the altar-flame 29378|With vows and prayers? 29378|The moon shone on the grave 29378|Where his white bones lay; 29378|The sunset lit up the grass 29378|Where they were laid. 29378|The wind is the wind's father; 29378|In infancy it nursed the young 29378|When the broad sun, in glory, shines 29378|O'er waters blue. 29378|The light clouds are the little wings 29378|Of the dark clouds wandering near; 29378|In the deeps of night the little clouds are borne 29378|Like the wingèd spirits of God. 29378|Thou, who seekest Paradise, where I 29378|Have seen thee first, O sun, upon me throw. 29378|No shade of gloom--a golden grace o'er thee, 29378|I see thee never; a lovely face 29378 ======================================== SAMPLE 1280 ======================================== 1534|And a dream came to the old, 1534|Like a flash of lightning and a flash of thunder, 1534|And I dreamed he was dead, and so was I: 1534|And still I dream these things to-day. 1534|One day it happened to me 1534|That a little yellow egg 1534|At the end of a folded scarf 1534|Had sat without a crack. 1534|It was only a little yellow egg. 1534|And when I woke and saw 1534|The window rolled with frost, 1534|And how the moon stood up, in white, in front of the door 1534|Like a woman who's asleep, 1534|I said to myself, as I waited in my little yellow egg 1534|For the spring to come, 1534|"What's the use of bothering him? 1534|The summer waits, and the children play; 1534|My mother went to the fair last May, 1534|My father's gone away on war-time, 1534|And it won't come back again. 1534|My father took a fancy to me, 1534|He said I was his own-- 1534|And he took me here to London, 1534|For he wanted a writer, 1534|And he said, if I would write for him 1534|I should have his heart." 1534|Then I said to myself, as I waited in my little yellow egg 1534|For the spring to come, 1534|"What's the use of worrying him? 1534|We'll write for the father now. 1534|No matter what happens, 1534|When the sun mounts his throne, 1534|There will be time for our writing. 1534|Now that he's dead, 1534|We can put all his thoughts of us 1534|In one big column. 1534|They have made him the prince of songs, 1534|They have crowned him king. 1534|They have given him the clothes he wears, 1534|The crown, the cloak to wear. 1534|The children come to him by and by, 1534|His mother, too, is there. 1534|There is always time to him, 1534|The children, and my heart." 1534|And when he woke, and saw the white moon in the empty room, 1534|The white moon like a little hand, he said, "O, Father!" and she 1534|answered, not in the language of his mind, but with the language 1534|of the nightingale, 1534|"There is time for all of us, 1534|For the children, and the Father, 1534|When the sun's at his throne, 1534|When the moon is at the window, 1534|Writing new verses for us 1534|In a strange tongue that no one understands." 1534|The year has come to an end: 1534|Winter stands on the dial-stone, 1534|And says, "Shut your eyes, Child, 1534|The sun goes down in the dark." 1534|And in his hand he brings in his glass-snuffer, 1534|And in his glass says, "Who is yer?" 1534|The little Baby says, "Baby, Baby, 1534|I cannot say, I can not say, 1534|If I should say good-night, 1534|Or say good-bye to you; 1534|For all the things I've seen and done between us, 1534|Between us two, have made me know very well, 1534|That I alone am to blame," says Baby. 1534|"My father went into a fearful fright, 1534|When I heard the news that he heard. 1534|He took me by the hand and urged me, says Baby, 1534|To keep silent and to bear up. 1534|I heard the clapping of the parrot-cock, 1534|And the screech of the great cat, says Baby, 1534|And I thought the talk of the parrot-cock, 1534|And the frightful crying of the great cat, 1534|Was all that was left of me. 1534|But even this I could not bear; 1534|So I went upstairs and hid myself. 1534|My father found me in the afternoon, 1534|And he began to beat me ======================================== SAMPLE 1290 ======================================== 1304|The air around is full of clink, 1304|The clock is striking twelve, 1304|The morning breeze is up, 1304|And in the casement sits the sun. 1304|The bird is singing on the tree, 1304|The sky is like a sheet, 1304|And all is quiet as a sleep. 1304|The clock is striking twelve, 1304|The bird is singing on the tree, 1304|The sky is like a sheet, 1304|And all is quiet as a sleep. 1304|The moon at midnight in heaven is shining, 1304|The nightingale is singing in the night, 1304|The crickets' discordant chirr 'gainst chirr resonant, 1304|Like voices in mine ear, 1304|And love with love like brothers rhymes over, 1304|And nothing understood 1304|Can ever be understood. 1304|I met a traveller from a far country, 1304|His hair was as black as black can be, 1304|But he spoke little things well trained in lines 1304|That made the eyebrows of me say 'Well done!' 1304|He wore a scarf of crimson and of gray, 1304|And he sang all the day with such and such, 1304|And he was the perfect gentleman: 1304|I had a soft white hand, and a scarf of red, 1304|And a heart that was white as a down. 1304|I have been with many a soul in love 1304|That came from the other side of the sea, 1304|And I know in my heart that the best is o' the best, 1304|The soul that comes after a long time. 1304|There is a road that is bright with promise 1304|As the road to heaven for men to travel, 1304|There are blossoms in the sweet air sweet, 1304|There is peace in the heaven above, 1304|For the hope of the traveller to welcome, 1304|For the soul on the way to heaven to wait. 1304|For he shall have love for ever with him, 1304|A friend in the road to heaven and pain, 1304|And he shall have no home in the sky, 1304|But the joys of the traveller to share, 1304|To fare on the road to heaven and wait. 1304|O that the traveller who goes away 1304|Is the best that he can bring with him, 1304|And the friend of the traveller to be 1304|A friend in the road to heaven and pain! 1304|The traveller is a friend in all ways, 1304|The traveller is a dear, dear friend; 1304|And they love the traveller and hate the night, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|O that the traveller who goes away 1304|Shall find the road to his heaven and rest, 1304|For the traveller must wander far and dim, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|The traveller is a pilgrim from his birth, 1304|Though life's journey be light and cheer, 1304|And death is far off, and joy is but sweet 1304|If the traveller can find an evening seat. 1304|Then the traveller in heaven shall rest, 1304|And he shall not waste his strength and breath, 1304|On the road to his heaven and pain. 1304|For the traveller is a pilgrim light and weak, 1304|And all the world hath room for pain and death, 1304|But the friend of the traveller and pain. 1304|'And the traveller who goes away from me, 1304|He is like the little bird I sent, 1304|Who sings his song with dauntless wing, 1304|But he will not bring back the treasure, 1304|As I hoped he would, for years and years. 1304|And I thought that the little bird would sing 1304|Songs of hope and peace, for a little while, 1304|But he has flown away without returning 1304|And I have no hope for any birds, 1304|For the traveller must go away without him, 1304|To sleep by the road to his heaven and pain.' 1304|O if you should hear my sighing voice 1304|Cry as I go, 1304|And the white mist drift ======================================== SAMPLE 1300 ======================================== 2732|An' I could see his eyes was lightin' like a tappet 2732|That's down in some dimple in 'at alley, 2732|An' when his talk went on at vittin high, 2732|It seemed to make the water sing, 2732|An' when I watched him 'bout a month or more, 2732|Now I never quite understood it. 2732|'At once I saw he wasn't a swet 2732|Nor 'at could hold a candle to 'at I say; 2732|Nor did he make a spark a dud, 2732|Or try to sell me any more. 2732|An' when he did, an' when _he_ did, 2732|I swear that he did look _so_ smart, 2732|With that sharp eye and that tappet nose, 2732|An' his long black hair a-standin' straight 2732|An' so perfect an' so nice. 2732|An' then I saw that nose go round, 2732|An' how it went 'tween me and thee, 2732|I can't tell you, but I know 2732|There was more than a tappet there 2732|In 'twas two persons there. 2732|There was a little yellow dog, 2732|Who lived in the little wooden shed, 2732|That had a little garden, with a fence 2732|An' a little fence 'tween you an' me. 2732|Two little boys made flowers for me 2732|To tie around their little necks; 2732|There was a little mouse, and a little rat, 2732|And a fat old goose upon a wing; 2732|A little old cat sat on a stool, 2732|Swinging her rocking-chair in meditative pose; 2732|A little old cat, and a little old man, 2732|With a big stick, and a basket at their nose; 2732|A little old cat, and a little old cat, 2732|With a big stick, with a basket at their head. 2732|And if the old cat wanted to speak, 2732|She sat on her tippy toes, 2732|Watchin' the people on the sidewalk fall 2732|An' shout an' shout away. 2732|The little old cat was a lady and the little old cat 2732|The little old cat was a queen, 2732|With a soft round dimple on her chin, 2732|A satin gown that trailed so low 2732|You couldn't catch a glimpse o' her feet. 2732|She fed the ducks and she fed the lambs, 2732|And she took the babies to her milk, 2732|Until her life was almost spent, 2732|But still she lived that little old life,-- 2732|A pretty little old life! 2732|She lived for country joys-- 2732|For country fairs and cook-outs; 2732|For fields full of beans and peas, 2732|For whitening fields of buttercup,-- 2732|For all the lovely sights that be: 2732|A lovely view of the mountains 2732|And the blue of the clouds; 2732|A lovely sound of the prairies 2732|And the ripplin' of the croon, 2732|And the buzz o' the clover 2732|And the flowrin' of the rill. 2732|But what did she care for fields or summers, 2732|For tickled toes or irons,--for dusty miles 2732|An' rugged hills that rise and p'raps seem tame, 2732|The clouds an' sky an' all the pomp an' pride 2732|You never read about on pages small. 2732|She saw a face just as fair as them 2732|In the flowers an' the sunny eyes an' hair o' blond, 2732|An' it wasn't one face only, 2732|It was just YOU,--that's ME,-- 2732|My dear old Aunt Ruth, she lived on Hanover moor 2732|And ate most anything that grew. 2732|She lived a gouty muck o' healths an' brains, 2732|An' sometimes, when the sun was down 2732|She had a dream about her home on Hessenden moor, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 1310 ======================================== 1279|An' all in a' the coaste o' the hale: 1279|Then a' the foursome beat heartes in a fury-- 1279|Their gree't--their grunting an' their rousin', 1279|An' their crookit quak, an' their tusslins squealin', 1279|Their screichit tarts, an' their soughit tans, 1279|Their granes, an' the shank, an' the bark o' their han's, 1279|Their wan's, an' the flow'rs o' their weans. 1279|Their hares an' their fancies may nane discern, 1279|Their follies may go seekin' for a sense, 1279|Or a' that gowd maks the brain sae wobbly, 1279|An' the auld sap in't frolic wi' glee. 1279|But still, wi' the clooase o' their auld gray hairs, 1279|They're a' the braw waefu' herds that nature culls, 1279|As their a' thoughts are a' o' men an' manners, 1279|Or the auld sap's o' gowd that gars the craws. 1279|Tune--"The Bozic Smithing Corps." 1279|When in the gloaming the dark clouds are fleet, 1279|And Hearst John has left the mountain's brow, 1279|Where, to the west, in roaring torrents, stream, 1279|The rugged rocks are tossing in the gale; 1279|When over the forest's dark-fac'd bank, 1279|In wild disorder, the mountain stream 1279|Flies like a torrent through the wood's dark sweep, 1279|While the brown woods and wintry heights between 1279|The furnace's glare, the torrent's roar, is heard. 1279|When on our northern mountains, like a flame, 1279|The snowy steeps of Winter's torrent leap, 1279|Rearing the mountain, as a torrent flows 1279|O'er forest, ravine, or glen, in thunder-plays; 1279|And, as up the mountain's steep, mountain, steep, 1279|The mountain stream and lake one dreary track 1279|Together go scattering down the glen: 1279|So, in his winter camp, with his guide-book, John 1279|Lies languidly, while he his roving eye 1279|Walks over the white slope of the mountains high, 1279|And thinks of every pleasure, and every pain 1279|That he shall miss; for, though his eye be bright, 1279|His heart is cold, and dark is his grey ken. 1279|Oh, woe is me! I've no light heart 1279|To the day-star's gaze to tend to thee; 1279|And I've no heart, nor strength, nor skill, 1279|To cast the shadow of thee into my fancy. 1279|How gladly would the sun 1279|Gather thro' the mountain-tops 1279|The stars that o'er our pathway steer; 1279|But the night's dark gloom consumes 1279|The day-beam, and, half-sick, 1279|I hear the lindens wailing, 1279|The dingle's curse o'er the lea: 1279|How happy, then, I'd make thee, Love! 1279|To wander thro' the linn, and pine 1279|Amid the berry-bush and myclae, 1279|Where, as my muse may fancy, 1279|The bonny-headed thorn i' the glen 1279|For brawliness is my desire: 1279|Or, o'er the mountain's brow, 1279|By lake and river, the wild deer stray; 1279|And, sweetest dove of all, 1279|The bonny-breed in her nest is laid! 1279|Now, did I tell thee true, 1279|And thou couldst tell the same, 1279|Content and blithe would I be 1279|Within thy hav'ry ever. 1279|Whate'er thou wilt, ma' dear, 1279|I'm blest to tell thee so: 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 1320 ======================================== 19385|Ye're welcome, welcome to the North, 19385|An' wi' a cup o' kindness pour; 19385|May the bonnie lassie in your life, 19385|A bonnie friend be your ain. 19385|The lass I lo'e dear, 19385|Wha lo'es me best, 19385|She looks an' she sings to me 19385|And she wiles me awa: 19385|Oh! how wiles she charms awa 19385|My heart awa! 19385|But she looks an' she sings to me 19385|An' she wiles me awa! 19385|I'll never wed for gaet awa 19385|That sweet lassie i' my arms, 19385|But, ah! an' her wiles me awa 19385|An' her wiles me awa. 19385|Aye, though I be as young as she, 19385|I lo'e auld Scotland most; 19385|For the auld North's a kind heelant,-- 19385|For the auld South's a kind heelant; 19385|And I think that far frae heav'n's rim 19385|Heaven smiles to those on earth. 19385|For the auld naething South may well 19385|suffer a heart inordin'd; 19385|And I think that far frae heav'n's rim 19385|heaven's smiles to those on earth. 19385|The bonnie lass o' Fife, 19385|Wha lo'es but herself, 19385|She's auld, she's young, she's auld, 19385|and aye her heart's in waefu' 19385|For her darling little laddie 19385|An' his blithe heart o' cheer! 19385|For the bonnie lass o' Fife, 19385|wha lo'es but herself, 19385|She's auld, she's young, she's auld, 19385|and aye her heart's in waefu' 19385|For her darling little laddie 19385|An' his blithe heart o' cheer; 19385|O what ails the lad? 19385|I'd like an axe to kill him, maybe, 19385|Wi' some sweet pouther an' a bottle o' gin, 19385|Sae when I gae's the case. 19385|But I'm na sae hard, 19385|But I'm na sae wae, 19385|For I wouldna gie a ride wi' him, 19385|Wha's as hard as he can be! 19385|O what ails the lad? 19385|I'd like an axe to kill him, maybe, 19385|Wi' some sweet pouther an' a bottle o' gin, 19385|Sae when I gae's the case. 19385|But I'm na sae hard, 19385|But I'm na sae wae, 19385|For I wouldna gie a ride wi' him, 19385|Wha's as hard as he can be! 19385|Gie him a ride frae the Castle, O! 19385|And I vow, an' ye ride him, I shall do't; 19385|Wha will a bonnie lassie be? 19385|And I'll serve him on my platter, O! 19385|I hae a braw place in Edinburgh town, 19385|But my heart is sair troubles to think o', 19385|Maith amang Sir Hugh, a mither on his knee. 19385|"There's a lass braw an' a lass to duce, 19385|And a bonnie lass wi' the hair o' her e'e; 19385|I will have my gowd wi' the laddie on his arm; 19385|Sae I will give him a braw place in Edinburgh town." 19385|O, I hae a home in Edinburgh town 19385|Where the auld folks sit, in a fiel'; 19385|I canna tell them what things to wear, 19385|But I will bid them gie the door a lapp like a gate. 19385|The waukrife thief to the waukrife thief will gan glide, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 1330 ======================================== 3665|To help us through the stinging hours, 3665|And with the love and care we need. 3665|So, when to-morrow rolls around, 3665|We'll go and learn to cope 3665|With every obstacle that's thrown up 3665|In front of our unheeding front,-- 3665|The lonely road that leads but _to_, 3665|By which the bushrangers go. 3665|To-night it is the holiday, 3665|My father's best and last, 3665|And to the school the only ones 3665|Who come that way for study or play. 3665|I like the school as best as I can, 3665|But there are hours of idle time, 3665|So, may I e'er attend there! 3665|We read the Bible; it's a book 3665|That fills our souls with terror; 3665|It cries, "Fight on, though hopeless, 3665|For the victory O Lord!" 3665|The children weep as eagerly. 3665|Their tears are shed on me; 3665|They take my hand in theirs, and cry, 3665|"The end is sure, we know!" 3665|O may I e'er come back again 3665|And learn the word _Hope_! 3665|For most of us it is God knows 3665|What is my _Hope_? It is that smile 3665|Our fathers felt, before the Lord 3665|Became incarnate--a vision so sweet 3665|That, though life seems all unkind, 3665|We should live to see him come again 3665|When He returns each soul to us. 3665|I know not if he come at night, 3665|When people are at rest; 3665|'Tis but as life a moment brings 3665|That he appears; 3665|It is but as shadows dim 3665|The light that now is dying. 3665|How will my Father know? 3665|He cannot see my hope! 3665|I hear my footsteps nigh. 3665|But then He sees my face! 3665|The sight of him will lift my heart 3665|A little from its trance, 3665|And make it, like some gentle power, 3665|More tender than before. 3665|Oh! to be seen of Him! 3665|He cannot fail to love! 3665|The sight of Him will make me less 3665|A thing of earth, than He 3665|Who knows my childlike bliss 3665|And loves me, while I lie 3665|A sleeping sleeping child. 3665|A child-like fear will then arise 3665|And fill my soul with dread 3665|Of sinning once again, 3665|Until I reach the brink, 3665|Of death by senseless shame 3665|And wretchedness and wrong. 3665|But, Father, Thou wilt not fail, 3665|Sealing his love within 3665|The Eternal Everlasting, 3665|Whose throne is in the sky. 3665|No doubt can change my heart; 3665|I do not fear to die, 3665|For how could I look on the abyss 3665|At the mercy of God? 3665|I will not think of the grave, 3665|Since I might die ere I was able 3665|To seek a pass from the Lord, 3665|But I'll pray for the grace to overcome 3665|The sin of blasphemy. 3665|I will not seek for heaven, 3665|Since I should be unable to reach heaven, 3665|But I will pray for the power 3665|To make my soul divine 3665|To sit at His feet. 3665|The night is ending soon. 3665|The stars are beginning to peep; 3665|And the dark is beginning to peer 3665|Above the thick snow; 3665|But the wind in the tree-tops sings, 3665|And the birds are blithely singing 3665|Their best, the songs of May; 3665|And on the dimly lighted sky 3665|A star-penned bird, 3665|Has come to bring us good news 3665|From the Master of Life. 3665|Oh, he is so hale and hearty ======================================== SAMPLE 1340 ======================================== 1304|The birds are on the wing! 1304|The spring is sweet and fair, 1304|It is the time of gladness; 1304|The heart of man is joyful, 1304|And man's the least of joys. 1304|And though he have an ugly face, 1304|And wears a dirty shawl, 1304|There is no foulness in his mind, 1304|And no sin in his life. 1304|He may be dull and backward-looking, 1304|And his heart may not beat; 1304|But he is cheerful all the time, 1304|As a lark is cheerful springing. 1304|And I love to see him glad, 1304|And to hear him say, 1304|As that poor old crow he chants 1304|Among the corn and wheat, 1304|That he was fed at Middletown, 1304|And all the way to Warren. 1304|His breast is never weary 1304|Of feeding poor and rich, 1304|And his thoughts run forward kindly 1304|As the sun up the hill-side. 1304|He sees, he listens, he asks with delight, 1304|For he knows not how, yet he overhears what God has willed. 1304|To the tune of "The Good Time of the Year!" 1304|The sun is down, the trees are shaded, 1304|The brook is dead; 1304|The brook, the tree and dog 1304|Are lying silent without a stir. 1304|The brook is laid. 1304|The sky is gray and chill; 1304|It was a bright day's business; 1304|And now 't is dark. 1304|The brook is light and green 1304|As any shoot; 1304|It is never darker than a single feather. 1304|There was a time to laugh and a time to weep 1304|When the old time was right; 1304|It chanced so long ago 1304|That we all did sleep, 1304|But now we are awake 1304|To dream our dreams! 1304|For now we know 1304|That Time is but a dream: 1304|And the Good Time of the Year 1304|Is gone away. 1304|It made a great noise in the house, 1304|Out by the garden wall; 1304|In the garden it was shouting and barking, 1304|And the dogs were a-courting. 1304|The door flew open by the gable; 1304|The mouse was a-drawing near, 1304|And I knew right away that the cat was too. 1304|And what is the matter? 1304|Nothing at all! 1304|It only makes you so bolder. 1304|No, no; 1304|You are getting a little wilder. 1304|Why, what do you suppose? 1304|And why should I prove to what you represent 1304|That I am content 1304|And happy as you are? 1304|I do not know; 1304|I would rather be a naughty elf, 1304|Than be so brave as you are! 1304|The dog was a-cheekin' on the pillow, 1304|"I'd better take her out," said he; 1304|But the cat was a-shakin', 1304|And she said, "What is't, Mr. Dog? 1304|Why it's you I fear. 1304|If you do that, you will please me, 1304|And, at the petting of the feet, 1304|You may make your love more light." 1304|The dog was a-snailin', 1304|"I wouldn't mind at all, Mr. Rat. 1304|Let me say, I am a woman, 1304|And the mouse looked right through me; 1304|I thought you might be pleased to see me, 1304|But you'll be no pleasure me. 1304|I'll go to bed, then; 1304|I will go to bed. 1304|I'll go to bed, then; 1304|I will go to bed." 1304|I can't help it, I've done it enough. 1304|So, my dear dog, you've taken my ======================================== SAMPLE 1350 ======================================== 16059|El árbol del césped altivo. 16059|_La gente de un vieja, 16059|Y la segur de los ecos 16059|Con cuanto alto insano 16059|Y confuso en las almas, 16059|Que al fin en el mundo 16059|El que poco al cielo 16059|Más fuerte y al golpe._ 16059|En medio de la aire? 16059|¡Ah! ¡do vuestro vuelo, 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|Cervo su vencimiento, 16059|Por los pesareros también! 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que muy bien me alabaréis! 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Ay! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que muy belleza infundeis! 16059|Ella es mío, doquier que viene 16059|No sabéis de jaspes, 16059|De los que le férreo me empieza, 16059|¡Te diría, te diría! 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que miedo de témigo había! 16059|Si me poco el vírpico roto 16059|Me se asegurme su esperanza, 16059|Tiene por los hondos no en vuelo, 16059|También con su dulce aviso. 16059|_¡Te diría, te diría!_� 16059|El alma, do quieriste á mí 16059|Ni eterno es su frente al cielo. 16059|Querétequesa, dobleztla lluno, 16059|Y de lágrimas llamas de tu lado. 16059|_¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Que miedo de témigo había!_ 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|Sobre su pena maldito, 16059|En la tierra se veía 16059|Y á mi señor no lágrimas. 16059|¡Do quiera fiesta! 16059|Saldinandáis al alborio 16059|El dulce de ira llamo; 16059|En su esparcible de nieve 16059|No viáezéis á pascua, 16059|Ni viácias á pasar. 16059|No en verano, te parto: 16059|No ví, que es á mi nombre, 16059|Que no quiero vuestra tú. 16059|¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes 16059|Te veísimo en el misterio; 16059|Ni la niña te oprimía; 16059|Y te llaman porque bien. 16059|_¡Eh! ¡cuántas alas los desvaríes!_ 16059|Ya nos mis ojos la cima, 16059|Más que el oro loco más fuerte 16059|Que á mi alma y tu mano no te se llamanáis. 16059|¡Buena estoy de mis ojos, 16059|Bana días, dolor de mis ojos! 16059|¡Buena de mis ojos! 16059|¡Buena de mis ojos! 16059|O ======================================== SAMPLE 1360 ======================================== 24869|Fell, fell the King, the great of name, 24869|And blotted out with dreadful dread 24869|The fair, fair city of Ithaca. 24869|As to the mountain where the fire 24869|Sinks when the smith by magic wrought, 24869|So, when that glorious city lay, 24869|All Gods and spirits fled in fear. 24869|Then with her brother Ráma’s aid, 24869|With all the aid that royal power 24869|Could by its own might overpower, 24869|Till earth and heaven were left desolate, 24869|In Sítá’s faith, in Sítá’s strength, 24869|The dames and sages fled away 24869|With all their thoughts and senses mixed, 24869|With all their love and all their pride. 24869|But Ráma, fierce of heart, and wroth 24869|That in the city of Uñasthan 24869|The wives of all the Gods had fled 24869|Against the summons he assailed, 24869|Sought to overthrow the wise 24869|Faith of the mother of the men 24869|By her foul counsels brought for naught. 24869|But fierce his wrath and furious grew, 24869|And for his wife’s deceivèd pride, 24869|He hurled the city into flame 24869|And smote the women of the day. 24869|They sought the city with long pace, 24869|All with the flames of flaming fire, 24869|And all to meet their lord and guide 24869|By fire and flame on all sides rushed. 24869|To every side the giant lord, 24869|Beside a spacious lake he paced, 24869|The people gathered round him who 24869|Had heard his voice and seen his form. 24869|Canto IV. Rávan’s Speech. 24869|Through the soft air of morn he came 24869|Where women and men lay in wait 24869|For Rávaṇ with an impious will 24869|To murder him by deadly snare. 24869|And while the mighty Ráma gazed 24869|With eager eyes which no reproach touched, 24869|At length upon the envoys he 24869|Came threatening words in evil hue: 24869|“Come back, O women born and bred, 24869|And tell the king: the hand I lay 24869|That slew my brother, and the blood 24869|Which through my veins I drank and shed 24869|To Vishṇu in his hollow grave, 24869|I am his bride, and he is slain. 24869|Fled is the prince, and banished hence 24869|His wrath against me and his pride. 24869|I will not slay him through the dregs 24869|Of his life and mine and all our power, 24869|But he must perish, as the word 24869|Viratá, or Khara to thee said. 24869|I will not yet allow him death, 24869|Nor long abide where he may lie. 24869|I will avenge the death of thee 24869|And all my kindred, each and all.” 24869|He ceased; and every woman knew 24869|For him the speech a mortal spake. 24869|But when the hero to the spot 24869|Of Míthilá, the river-ford(272) saw, 24869|Through her desire to aid him cried, 24869|As a vast river sweeps along 24869|Before the mighty wind: “Not so, 24869|My love, but save the king of men. 24869|He, with his life at stake, defends 24869|The right of all the Gods to sway. 24869|Avenge thee, Indra, if thee fear; 24869|For thou, the world’s chief and best, 24869|Must yield to thy devîta now.” 24869|Thus she her speech and love renewed, 24869|And with her tears and earnest prayer 24869|To Indra turned, while all the air 24869|Heard and returned her answer where 24869|Thought he “Aye, be the mightiest King.” 24869|The envoys heard the words she said, 24869|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1370 ======================================== 1745|Whom this Angel of fairest countrey 1745|Doth so demeile in His celestial work, 1745|That in all graces he seems to languish; 1745|Yet is His felicitie and highnesse 1745|Warm and plenteous, without all decrease. 1745|He, of all Living creatures, frugal 1745|To Man, most just, though just to fall, 1745|For mercy seemd, not for deserts, 1745|But meritorious deeds afterward 1745|(So gens hye and small) with grace divine 1745|Drawn from his owne Sacriledge, voutsaf't 1745|With pittances due, and pious poure 1745|Of altars fit, to appeare hisoure 1745|With holy altars, rites devout, 1745|Vessels appertaining unto God, 1745|Vim let him fayre vp, fittest to thir kinde: 1745|He, if so be his conscience just, 1745|Shall live eternall, and at his lik! 1745|Say, holiest Muses, shall not God 1745|These happy twinkling worlds affording gladness, 1745|And every place prepare, to him appearre, 1745|Blithe as the sun, where he approaceth pure, 1745|Which oft, as thou hast seen and seene, is faire; 1745|Fit place for Heaun to come forth and sit, 1745|Fit place for to go forth and take his fill. 1745|Where He that framed all things, all is His, 1745|And He that formd them all, all is His; 1745|Where He that pourtracst light, all is His; 1745|There He playn His part, and all things there did please; 1745|All playn His part, and all things He pleasaunce, 1745|Rash man, unmanly felicity, 1745|Here tunefullly to spoile another man; 1745|All is His play, He spoiles other men too. 1745|What though on strange occasions, my Madam, 1745|Thy gentle heart, so freind, doth easily 1745|Overgrow with importunate despight, 1745|And when the heart's delight is past away 1745|Thoughts of it now bereft thee, and find vent 1745|In thoughts of dead affection farre excesse? 1745|But, my deere Love, for thy selfe I trow, 1745|It shall be treble dear, so pleas'd, so proude: 1745|That ever, when death thy selfe encloud, 1745|Thy heart in thee for to be dead confound, 1745|It shall for thy selfe in death be cloven; 1745|And the same power shall in death it fuse, 1745|Which now compunceth thee and Me for to live. 1745|So told I by some uncertain prophecyes, 1745|Whiche, flying, like to serpents wringing thorns, 1745|Drew every one from me; but, strange to relate, 1745|The seraphim vndice not to death their prey, 1745|But to the grave with all their might attend; 1745|Save that one, whom my Spirit late heard sing 1745|In my Empyreal Hall, whose name it is 1745|A little space, who now in tomb is tun'd, 1745|Forgetfull of all mortal part; yet I 1745|Lead gaue and hospitably hospitably 1745|All joyce to him, that here may rest him hymned. 1745|And her vnspired she stille was of patience, 1745|And much content, and much of mirth and glee, 1745|As schewed this thing out; and so upon foote 1745|(Her spirit leap), full soon as she was near, 1745|Into my bosom did she all my soul ensew, 1745|And brought me to a state wherein I thought 1745|Him only my Soul love, and me his mind; 1745|And in my mind mine owne selfe I sete apart, 1745|To love him as my selfe, and follow his steps 1745|As my ======================================== SAMPLE 1380 ======================================== 37649|And all her life was happy and sweet. 37649|Aye, and in the midst of all bewailing! 37649|'T is hard to tell! 37649|The world is made, that she may walk in it, 37649|A happy spirit, for to know it. 37649|For to see, that is the end and beginning, 37649|The crown and the end of all creation. 37649|Ah! that we had not that which we have been: 37649|The joy, that is for life and for desire, 37649|The terror, that is for sorrow and pain, 37649|The grief, that is for heaven and for hell, 37649|The terror, that is for death and mischance. 37649|But our is hard-made, and that should be seen; 37649|And it is no wonder if the world's 37649|That, for this woman, to keep her in tune, 37649|Keeps her in tune by the heart's best means. 37649|And then her voice of a wonderous sweetness! 37649|Ah! that it was there! 37649|And then her eyes! Oh, the eyes! the eyes!-- 37649|That were so full of light, with so beauteous gleam! 37649|And then her brow! How white! How dark! So white! 37649|And then her cheek! Her pale, tender cheek! 37649|Aye, and her brow! Oh, the brow! the brow! 37649|How dark,--oh, how dark! As if the stars, 37649|And the moon, and the stars were gossips, 37649|And hid in clouds their love-scenes through: 37649|And the earth's love like the woman's was strange, 37649|But her heart's love like a secret light. 37649|There was a word in the world that no soul, 37649|Being too great to speak of, and being too small 37649|To feel, a word might pass between a man and woman. 37649|This word was Love. And to be loved is an alien thing. 37649|Nor was Love only an animal birth; 37649|For, speaking of Love, a man might say--"I am Love." 37649|For, speaking of Love, a woman might say--"I am he." 37649|And even the passionless heart in the bosom which presses 37649|One cold white flower from the waterless, thirsty earth 37649|Might call itself Love, being a part of the Love of God. 37649|And all the passionless love in the heart--which is Love's-- 37649|Were part of a single flower-flower that died, 37649|Died to bloom in the world of one passion, and shone 37649|Out through the passion of Love on the world of men. 37649|The voice that is the voice of a man, 37649|He who speaks is the poet in tune 37649|With the life of the world whom he ras'ls. 37649|The voice that is the voice of a woman, 37649|She who saith is the woman in daw'rs, 37649|Her face is the face of the day and night; 37649|And the voice that is the voice of a child 37649|Is God's voice in the child's heart. 37649|O women, for women's sakes, 37649|As wise women were, that you spak. 37649|O men, for men's sake, be just, 37649|And be wise in your ways as you go. 37649|I do not doubt but that in the end 37649|The world will come to an end; 37649|And men grown dull, and wives grown old, 37649|Shall find their place once more. 37649|But, look you, he who sits here, 37649|To whose eyes and by whose side 37649|The world is all a-thunder 37649|In such a way, 37649|Must have a mind not dim, 37649|And will find a joy to behold 37649|In such a thing. 37649|He cannot do it in a moment 37649|As he sees the days grow old; 37649|But who hath lived a life all full of hope 37649|In such a way, 37649|Has not lost the way. 37649|If you would ======================================== SAMPLE 1390 ======================================== 27401|That she and he might never cease 27401|By night and day to be apart 27401|In the old churchyard of the spring 27401|And hear the wind-harp of the vine 27401|And watch the moon-shapes of the wood 27401|And smell the breath of dawn; 27401|Till she and she alone 27401|Must wait and watch and watch 27401|Till time and space shall cease 27401|To be and be dissolved away 27401|Into a new delight. 27401|Ah, who can tell 27401|How long in that pale world alone 27401|He waited and watched and watched? 27401|Ah, who-- 27401|How long in such a world so deep 27401|The love to whom the world is kind 27401|Has seen all beauty pass away 27401|And loved all hearts to grief! 27401|Who can say 27401|How long that dusky world and gay 27401|Their flowers have held the sun and flowers 27401|And touched his heart to music? 27401|Who can say 27401|If he has ever loved this world 27401|Or else has loved because of it, 27401|Or yet because it is kind? 27401|Ah, what has been, or what can be, 27401|This summer day or to-morrow 27401|Save the wild light of the rose 27401|That hung on the dead leaves still 27401|Above the dead years of him 27401|That longed to be a poet? 27401|Ah, what has been, what can be, 27401|This sun-filled earth or to be, 27401|Or any such day of spring! 27401|What has been, what can be, 27401|This life of him that was; 27401|The spirit or the flesh that felt 27401|This summer day or to-morrow 27401|The spirit or the flesh that loved: 27401|The song of a bird or flower, 27401|The breath of the earth or sky, 27401|The spirit or the flesh that thought 27401|What summer day or what to-morrow 27401|Should thrill the world with spring? 27401|Ah, what has been, what can be, 27401|This death of him that was, 27401|This life or flesh that dies, 27401|This death or flesh that dies. 27401|What has been, what can be, 27401|This life or flesh that dies; 27401|This death; for this, and every death, 27401|Love lives anew for aye, 27401|But for his soul whereof it dies, 27401|Love lives in nothing nor mirth: 27401|Love lives for love that dies, 27401|And life, for the life that dies. 27401|There was a light to be seen, 27401|Shining or sunk in shade; 27401|No cloudlet to be seen 27401|In the sunset's misty bed; 27401|No speck for star to seek, 27401|In the twilight's sullen shade; 27401|For all things else enjoyed, 27401|The green grasses past them bore; 27401|The sky above them passed, 27401|The earth beneath them lay. 27401|Then, a maiden there did stand, 27401|Like the first star to rise, 27401|Like the first wind to be 27401|The first to make an end: 27401|She sat her down beside 27401|Like the flower of all the year. 27401|Like the wind of all the world 27401|She did lie 'neath the sky; 27401|And as one in dream doth sit 27401|And one above her stands; 27401|So the world between them met 27401|On the mountain-sward's height: 27401|And the mountain-sighing made 27401|For the last time that night 27401|An end of rest to life: 27401|So the maiden at the skies 27401|Did watch, the mountain's sigh, 27401|Till the sunrise's breath made plain 27401|What the maiden did there. 27401|At the beginning of light and of day, 27401|When the sun first began to rise 27401|In the east and the dawn to show 27401|And the earth made face ======================================== SAMPLE 1400 ======================================== 3023|There is a great, deep sea, 3023|'Tis the heart of earth, 3023|The wave the grave; 3023|But the wave can never fall 3023|From out the grave! 3023|Hark! I hear a cry, 3023|And a voice is screaming, 3023|And in the midst of all, I hear a footstep come 3023|Like the echo of something heard before, 3023|Though I never can guess who it may be. 3023|I always look before and behind, 3023|Not trusting my ears or my eyes, 3023|For the blind worm eats himself to death, 3023|And 'twixt earth and sky he trod, for days and days. 3023|And if in my heart there were no wings, 3023|Could I ever hope to fly? 3023|Oh, say, will the Devil know? 3023|If my heart is not alive, 3023|Why did He send me away? 3023|If my heart is not alive, 3023|Or my eyes be shut to see, 3023|Is this the land where I was torn and torn? 3023|To whom so stern and grave a fate was read. 3023|Thou knowest, my Lord--Thou knowest how well-- 3023|For the soul in its body must pass through the fire. 3023|A soul that is torn into pieces is dead. 3023|The fire has consumed it, with one small spark, 3023|As a spark, and will never more be seen to flame. 3023|Thou art here, my Lord, though thou comest swift 3023|To thy fiery lair in a fire-shot spire. 3023|And thy soul there, as well thy last, bright ray, 3023|Upon this altar dim, doth burn for evermore. 3023|(To an apparition) 3023|"Come, friend! for, see on either hand 3023|The old and the new Ghent wall!" 3023|(To the ghost of William Morris) 3023|Hark! what a fearful thing is this! 3023|This flame so wild and dark! 3023|Is William Morris then approaching? 3023|Sink down, my soul, and hide thee! 3023|My heart's afire with glory 3023|I see not, I see not, 3023|"Come, friend! for behold on either hand 3023|The old and the new Ghent wall." 3023|(At the baron's side.) 3023|I must away, my soul! 3023|I fear the dire event. I must away! 3023|I am not afraid of Death! I am not fear'd! 3023|In a dozen years I shall see him again! 3023|I shall see him as before,--the kind old friend! 3023|Thou didst not fear him! Thou didst not fear him then! 3023|But thou,--as thou wert wont,--thou didst not see! 3023|He will do to thee what he will to others. 3023|How strange! How strange! I shall see him once more! 3023|I am alone! I am alone! 3023|I saw these walls aglow; 3023|And here I stand! The walls are open'd wide, 3023|And from their inner chambers, a gush of light 3023|Like blood from Hell appears, and a loud blast! 3023|O earth, I see thee rising round! 3023|Thy awful aspect is too! 3023|It is thy self! 3023|'Tis only thy self thus! 3023|Then wherefore, earth, so fair? 3023|Thy forms I saw once plump, 3023|And round, and soft! are vanish'd now forever! 3023|I weep at thy fall. 3023|For what? A living soul-- 3023|The spirit's form that thou didst once possess. 3023|The fair one, who was so gracious, was slain! 3023|The pale, cold corpse is lie along the ground: 3023|The white and blushing snow-white snow-whale dies! 3023|Thy soul is with thee, thou beautiful form! 3023|A mighty sorrow is this! 3023|Thou art not there. 3023| ======================================== SAMPLE 1410 ======================================== I see the gleam of swords 29700|And spears, but the battle's not begun. 29700|Yet a great land's distress is great 29700|If but one poor child should lose her dam. 29700|And he died not for nothing, God! 29700|A life without Him was a sin. 29700|Oh! let us mourn his peaceful rest, 29700|And take up our lamentation here. 29700|They stand on the border of the plain 29700|In the silent moonlight and the stars. 29700|Their shining arms enwrapped them round, 29700|And their hearts are brave as their great spears. 29700|They mount the shining bridle of time, 29700|The shield the sword laid on their breast. 29700|Their horses bleed within their veins, 29700|Their blood runs on in silver flow. 29700|Their steeds have been in many a fray; 29700|And many a horse has been borne down; 29700|But the steeds they lifted were 29700|Stricken in ambush and in fight. 29700|So the steeds, that were the steeds of Rome, 29700|Were masters of the nations all. 29700|Their foaming steeds at times drove 29700|The stony spears that smote their foes. 29700|The swift-footed Clytius, that was bold 29700|And fierce as the storm and the night, 29700|Shall bear a harder corse on his breast. 29700|His hoofs have cloven the earth; his hoofs 29700|Have driven the heather and the foam, 29700|And he shall rest on his mountain crest, 29700|And his sword on his sword-sheath pressed, 29700|For his death was the pith of all his praise. 29700|The ancient Lancelot, he, the king, 29700|The leader of old Arthur's host, 29700|That was first in the fray and the fight, 29700|His sword, a crimson red, shall be pressed, 29700|And his eyes on the sunlit sea, 29700|Where the Lancelot of old shone free. 29700|From that cloud-lit land, and from that sea 29700|That shone with glory o'er the strife, 29700|A thousand tidings of victory! 29700|But these shall we give not for that man 29700|Who laid the ancient sword of David down 29700|In our great name, and whose deeds were noble. 29700|Oh! we will give but this: the pride 29700|And the glory of his race of men. 29700|The sword that he drew in the battle 29700|Was but the shield of a bold old man, 29700|And the world knows not if knightly deeds 29700|Made war so dear as they have done. 29700|So many are the proud and the wise, 29700|So many and great the great, 29700|Who have fallen in the battle, 29700|Who have passed from the story tall. 29700|But a name is not a weapon, 29700|Tho' stout and strong and free 29700|As that of Lancelot of Goldilick, 29700|And the blade of the King of the Sea. 29700|I saw ye on the morn 29700|The light from the altar's face: 29700|I knew the name ye bore, 29700|And knew the face that raised it. 29700|Ye gathered here in the wood 29700|With a love of the holy place, 29700|And this was the solemn word 29700|Ye spoke upon the morn. 29700|"I have known your name, Lord Christ, 29700|And your face again, 29700|And a little way away 29700|I saw your name and the face 29700|And the face on which it burned. 29700|"So I remember and praise, 29700|But I cannot forget 29700|The life-long search I made. 29700|I have followed the light, 29700|But no eye has caught it yet. 29700|"God is sweet and good, 29700|But my heart is athirst, 29700|And my soul is athirst, 29700|And in the world's ocean 29700|They cannot find it full." 29700|My heart is as the sea, 29700 ======================================== SAMPLE 1420 ======================================== 1381|The loon of the moon! 1381|In the night, to me, 1381|The air was full of stars; 1381|The wild bird piped upon the branch, 1381|And the blackbird, tuned his song 1381|To the sweetest note 1381|That ever a lark knew! 1381|And I heard it ring, above the sea, 1381|In the land of the dreaming sea, 1381|In the land of the dreaming stars! 1381|A star is born when the summer moon 1381|Is full in the sky: she wets her tears 1381|To kiss the star and sigh to hear 1381|One sigh from a thousand stars. 1381|A star is born when a nightingale 1381|Sings in a blue-bell tree; and she 1381|With such a song and such a tune 1381|Fills all the fragrant heart of the wood 1381|With such a fragrance as is there, 1381|And she sings in the heart of it. 1381|A star is born when on the wildest seas 1381|An Indian maiden dances alone, 1381|Pale as a ghost in the moon's eclipse, 1381|And the stars and the wind sing from the foam; 1381|And as the moon is dimmed in the heaving deeps, 1381|The heart of the maiden lies high and free, 1381|Shaking her curls in the beating breeze, 1381|And her eyes are bright with ecstasy. 1381|A star is born when the wind-flower sings, 1381|Or the hawthorn bathes in dew; 1381|And the nightingale sings like a bird in the sky, 1381|And all the stars and the nightingale ring, 1381|And the heart of the wind-flower sings. 1381|A star is born when the snow-white swan 1381|Drops her white soul to the river: 1381|And the winds and the water sing with glee, 1381|And the white swan lifts her face to the sun, 1381|And the stars sing out in the glory of day: 1381|And the heart of the swan is happy in heaven, 1381|And the heart of the river sings in the sun! 1381|The day, the clear day, 1381|Is dead in my heart; 1381|And the night, the dark night, - 1381|Is dead in my blood! 1381|The day will never die, 1381|The dark will never die, 1381|The blood will never die! 1381|The night will never sleep, 1381|On the roof or the stair, 1381|In my heart, or the light, 1381|Or in the dark night! 1381|My heart is heavy-heavy in the night, 1381|My blood is racing in my veins; 1381|By the night of my life I shall cry 1381|For her who has died for me! 1381|Oh, for a light, a spark of love, 1381|To light my spirit on its way - 1381|How will my heart grow heavy, 1381|At my heart, for the death of her! 1381|She was fair as the evening, and free 1381|As the air of summer, when a dream 1381|Of beauty lies in the air on high 1381|And is not broken, but is stilled, and still! 1381|Like a star on the sunset, she is gone; 1381|Like a dream on the evening of the day, 1381|She passed us in our happy youth: but she! 1381|Hither she came with a smile for her brow, 1381|And a voice in the darkness where she stood 1381|Said, 'Tis a gift to the child that has grown!' - 1381|And the heart that the sunshine with happiness 1381|Filled never has left the light of her smile. 1381|'O sweet child, my darling!' 'Yes, my love!' 1381|She said, and smiled to our love; and the wind 1381|Was still, and the shadows held her fair form; 1381|'A gift!' 'Yes, a gift:' and the light flew o'er. 1381|'Oh, the night is dark, and the dark night dark.' ======================================== SAMPLE 1430 ======================================== 1054|With a good ole kyngis ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase: 1054|There was ase in alle the hall 1054|Of mylde Lincorse, and of Collybrien, 1054|With that other lad and that same lad, 1054|With manye moone that were there; 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase: 1054|They were all on their way to the kyrk, 1054|To the kyrk, to the kyrk, with that good ole kyngis, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|They goe to the kyrk, to the kyrk, 1054|With that good ole kyngeis and ase vys, 1054|Sud wert thou the king of an tyde 1054|And were I your true lode, 1054|I pray you both, o'er my head to hauden and hye, 1054|And euery knave that was tane 1054|By this my good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngis and ase vys 1054|By this my good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|Farewell my kyngeis and my kye, 1054|Farewell my hart and my bow, 1054|And if ever that you see, 1054|For that I have departed by the bye; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|If ever the kynge was mende, 1054|With my good hammer of the best, 1054|And for the cause that ever I may be 1054|Hew the kynge, hit is hit full fyker; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys. 1054|O fortunedenly, you know, 1054|With the hammer of the best 1054|That he so mote in the ende, 1054|And for the cause that ever I may be 1054|Hew the kynge, hit is hit ful grett: 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and ase vys 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a se, 1054|As the day was ended that day, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a bost; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a gost 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a vyt. 1054|Farewell, farewell, my hart and bow, 1054|Farewell, farewell, my hart and sore; 1054|And eftsoones I shall to your ain be 1054|Wyll and mare, and so fare ye on, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a syt. 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a skyr, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a stoure; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a thyr 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a tre; 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a bost, 1054|With a good ole kyngeis and a delyt. 1054|Come, come, and be your lady my man, 1054|We be twa for to singe the lea; 1054|And I wil sing it with a soure 1054|Wyll, my good man and vyce, 1054|That ever she was, or ever she go 1054|By the way of the weny ======================================== SAMPLE 1440 ======================================== 29357|At my heart she said; 29357|"Oh, it makes us happy, 29357|But you would give 29357|More than any one could ask, I am afraid. 29357|You said you loved me, mother dear, 29357|You always did; 29357|Just one look at Mrs. Riddell's face would make 29357|You understand." 29357|Oh, it makes us happy, 29357|But it's a pity 29357|You loved her in the first place and then forgot. 29357|You said you loved her in the way the wind goes! 29357|Yes, you'd like to have 29357|Riddell there with you, her child, her old friend and neighbour; 29357|She'd love you like that-- 29357|And, if she loved you, you would understand. 29357|You said, you loved her for her cheek of rose-- 29357|How lovely it grew! 29357|Oh, it made her happy, 29357|But it's a pity 29357|You ever loved her! You would think it wrong 29357|To think her dead. 29357|So, we all always had your love in trust, 29357|And you loved her, dear, 29357|Like a simple bird, with never a trace of pain. 29357|That made all the difference between her and the rest, 29357|When all their lives, you know, 29357|Have been a continuous song of pleasure. 29357|If you were here, mother, with me, dear, 29357|I'd do exactly as you told; 29357|And I'd try to make it every day 29357|In every single thing. 29357|I'd take her out at noon, 29357|And walk about the wood 29357|As if, from head to foot, 29357|She wanted to get out! 29357|I'd play the violin so, 29357|And sometimes play it pretty well; 29357|And sometimes play it wrong, 29357|And sometimes play it all the same. 29357|I'd like to be a piano-player, 29357|And every night would go, 29357|Like any mother, to the woods for quiet, 29357|And lie and watch till it was time for sleep, 29357|And never, never go to bed. 29357|I'd like to be a violinist, 29357|And do as I were told 29357|Through every kind of music-tune; 29357|And dance the whole of the time! 29357|I'd play the harpsichord so, 29357|And sometimes play it pretty well; 29357|And sometimes play it wrong, 29357|And sometimes play it all the same. 29357|I'd like to be a lute-player, 29357|And play all night the while I sleep, 29357|And play the best I could 29357|With all the instruments I owned. 29357|The birds would be here--the pretty birds; 29357|And how I'd love to be 29357|Just one of them, and go! just one of them! 29357|No, not for me; _not_ for me! 29357|The frogs would come up to meet me, 29357|Piggy-wrens, jays, swallows, too, 29357|And squirrels all and rhinos-- 29357|I'd stay away from there! _I'd stay away from there!_ 29357|So, I'd never go there! 29357|I'd stay away! 29357|But if I did, 29357|It wasn't very fair! 29357|I'd find it rather sad, wouldn't you? 29357|And it's worse if I did! 29357|The cats wouldn't go near me, never! 29357|But then, the mice 29357|They'd snarl, and scold, and bite, and bite, 29357|And so on! It wouldn't be very kind, 29357|It wouldn't be very right! 29357|I'd stay away! 29357|The ducks and hawks would all be here; 29357|And I'd try to go to all of them; 29357|All the mice would scold and bite, 29357|And I'd eat the rotten wood, 29357|And play all the time. ======================================== SAMPLE 1450 ======================================== 1287|Then, the good mother and the good girl 1287|Filled the vessel full and up they flew. 1287|But their flight, alas, was not so quick, 1287|Since the ship was too heavy for her, 1287|As the poor girl to make at one leap. 1287|Thus when the mother first was lifted 1287|Up into the window in delight, 1287|As her arms, outstretched for her daughter's embrace, 1287|Clasped her, "Woe is me! what fortune!" she cried. 1287|Beside her, with a wail of despair, 1287|Lonely and distraught stood the maiden. 1287|And when in the dawn, at the gate of day, 1287|The maids began in chorus to sing, 1287|And as the maiden made her way up 1287|To their father, who in turn was praying, 1287|In the midst a stone was planted 1287|That the day-god's stones might not hide. 1287|Thus, to the gate her arms were being given; 1287|The stone, and with the song the maiden's praying. 1287|At the threshold then came the maiden,-- 1287|"My father, let me in now! 1287|For my father will no longer wait, 1287|But will open for my sake 1287|Right unto the gate of day." 1287|Thus she spoke, but her voice was feeble. 1287|Then the old man's heart was filled 1287|With the keenness of a keen poniard. 1287|He took up the maiden then, 1287|To his house and all his household gave. 1287|Thence she passed into her father's dwelling, 1287|And in sooth was of a happy mien,-- 1287|But sad, with her wan cheek was she 1287|And wan was her white body-cloth: 1287|"Come, father, in my stead, I entreat!" 1287|(As she softly pressed her white hand to his, 1287|And spoke in low sweet tones). 1287|"Take me with thee, come!" the lad replied. 1287|Then a smile o'ertook the maiden's lips, 1287|And she said,--"I will surely take thee"! 1287|From his hand the maiden raised her fair head, 1287|And with rapture kissed her lips. 1287|But his own cheek was white, with anguish stung, 1287|And "Woe!" he cried, "what shall we do? 1287|For, oh, I loathe thy looks and tones." 1287|And then she turned away and silently 1287|Leaped from her father's arms into the street, 1287|And in silence cried,--"To the window, father!" 1287|Then the old carol she made her own, 1287|And, as she sang, with all her might, 1287|The white lips trembled and the maiden's bosom beat. 1287|There, with folded arms in pain, 1287|The aged miser stood to hear; 1287|While with heart-felt sorrow he wept, 1287|And on the floor she placed her bower. 1287|Then with eyes downcast, in state array, 1287|She led his steps from home to dwell; 1287|And in such mood he came, as he thought, 1287|To the fair temple's inner court, 1287|Where, with trembling thoughts, his wife he found; 1287|And her in sorrow came with him, 1287|And the aged miser's heart is breaking. 1287|"Dear wife, I come, and bring with me, 1287|For the beggar child, a very costly pair of shoes, 1287|For the beggar child, a very expensive pair of shoes; 1287|For the beggar child, a very costly pair of shoes." 1287|She went, with many tears a-tingling, 1287|And, as she went, a maiden fair she made 1287|The old miser's heart to melt into tears, 1287|And cried,--"To the shrine of love with joy 1287|I, and my darling, soon shall dwell!" 1287|And then the old miser's steps she raised 1287|Over the threshold, with a gentle bound; 1287|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1460 ======================================== 30672|To give them rest in the cool earth-caves?-- 30672|They shall not,--for the heart in its beat 30672|Daunts its spirit, and bids it repent, 30672|And sigh, when the bright-eyed dawn is gone, 30672|And mourns and lives in the woods again. 30672|Where shall be found the heart which is set 30672|On the dear scenes that once it hath known?-- 30672|'Twill be like a heart of stone; its power 30672|Will fail, with age's years, in the strife 30672|Of the great thought and the small thing well; 30672|And all the love it is gifted to bear 30672|Dies in the solitude of the mind. 30672|'Tis not the glorious spirit which is given 30672|At dawn, when the soul's bright visions rise; 30672|It is not so much in the eyes of the first 30672|That the spirit is caught, as that it finds 30672|The love it ne'er spurnt from mortal friends 30672|And is led back to heaven and the skies; 30672|It is not so much in the soul's deep eyes, 30672|Which the dark cloud of its thoughts and feelings dims 30672|And is shaken with waves of light and hope, 30672|As that it can see from the depth of its thought 30672|To the heights of its heaven, and sees God's face 30672|With its spirit's high vision and has part 30672|In the glorious pilgrimage of his ways. 30672|'Tis not the spirit which is given, it is the mind. 30672|'Tis not the will, with its mighty thoughts, to lead 30672|The soul through the deep vistas of the sky, 30672|Nor the hand which is placed with the will to lead 30672|'Twere vain and futile to lead it on 30672|And thus at the feet of its Master give 30672|To the soul a deep vision, a deep will. 30672|'Tis the soul's deep heart, 'tis the heart of a god, 30672|'Tis the deep soul's heart thro' whose pulses and blood 30672|The world's cold, cold strife has been laid asleep; 30672|When the will hath had power to give life to life, 30672|'Tis 'tis the heart which hath given true life. 30672|'Tis the spirit, 'tis the soul which alone hath might 30672|The world's cold strife of selfish craving stop, 30672|And the soul's strong will to bring men in closer, 30672|Hath ever sought all men through, and hath made 30672|God's word the word of its living hope. 30672|'Tis the soul's deep heart, 'tis the heart of a star, 30672|'Tis that little heart which hath given bright eyes 30672|To the hearts, with their worlds-alluring light which shine 30672|'Neath the skies, in the depths of the sky's deep night; 30672|'Tis the soul's heart which it self hath made home 30672|To God's throne, 'tis the heart which is pure and strong. 30672|Life is not life only--it is all life's bliss, 30672|And the bliss of soul-love is the soul's life's bliss. 30672|The joy of its life is its light, its peace, its gladness, 30672|The joy of its life is love, life's sweetest bliss; 30672|The joy of its life is its joy, but it knows not 30672|The joy of its heart, nor knows how it could know. 30672|'Tis the heart's pure light which gives the soul life, 30672|'Tis the heart's pure joy which in sunshine lives, 30672|'Tis the heart's joy which is love, and 'tis heaven-high, 30672|But it knows not the joy of its light, nor how 30672|It could joy, without love for heaven. 30672|'Tis a mighty, a mighty thing, so be it; 30672|'Tis but one breath of the ocean of God, 30672|It doth perish out of the heaven of God, 30672|Yet still may a soul lift up the light from above, 30672|And bring all the glory of bliss to the sky. 30672| ======================================== SAMPLE 1470 ======================================== 7391|And the gray, grim faces of the soldiers, 7391|And the hush of the town,-- 7391|A moment's silence in whose silence 7391|Glimmers, faint with pain, the soldier's name,-- 7391|THE darkness falls on hill and plain,-- 7391|The weary day is done. 7391|The soldiers from out Crevacoeau 7391|With their gaunt faces, pale and haggard, 7391|Lie all around us, gray and ragged, 7391|And the gray shadows of the twilight 7391|Seem dark on their bright heads. 7391|The gray, grim faces of the soldiers 7391|Have called out to me, 7391|Weary of long battle, weary of dust, 7391|Waiting for rest; 7391|Waiting in vain for help like this, 7391|While the soldiers from out Crevacoeau 7391|Spent their days in strife, 7391|Waiting of help in these still days 7391|A new-born nation's birth. 7391|It was long ago, but when 7391|The war-eagle shrieked her rage, 7391|The battle had not come! 7391|Then was the sun not set, 7391|Ere, from the sea, its ray 7391|The storm was driven, and no more 7391|The dawn began to break? 7391|From out its smoke and heat,-- 7391|The last long gleam of red 7391|That flamed, like an eye that shone 7391|On death, that sank in tears! 7391|They've fought so long! I, too, would fain 7391|Forever hear their cheer, 7391|And watch their bayonet clang 7391|Against the foe that's dead. 7391|Long ago, but yet our foes are here 7391|And our bright skies are bright. 7391|O little dead men who died 7391|So well of old! 7391|What has the earth, my friend, to do 7391|With its lonely friends of old? 7391|We keep the hope, if we're men, 7391|They died for us to win. 7391|I'm sick to death of the loud, white cry; 7391|The storm-wind's in the window-panes; 7391|I hear the gun-fires screaming by 7391|And the storm-flames are rattling all my brain. 7391|I think the world is coming to a close: 7391|How soon we'll see the last of mother earth! 7391|Then I can see it as it lies between 7391|The clouds which roll like armies from a fight. 7391|Then I can hear the sudden, mad, long fight,-- 7391|As if a hundred mighty armies met. 7391|The old, old fight will come to a truce 7391|With the last gun-shine and the last of rifle-fire. 7391|The world is dying before it's too late; 7391|The guns have ceased their busy fighting-throngs, 7391|And the wind, in her summer-night of rain, 7391|Is silent as a child upon its lips. 7391|And all the world lies dead to our good-night, 7391|A sheet of white against the night's blackness. 7391|They are fighting for the rights and wrongs of men, 7391|And now, as then, we must. The war is o'er: 7391|It may be, though, that the world will come nigh 7391|To its old ways of old with an earner's claim, 7391|We'll not hear a cry as the last old gun 7391|Drops in the distance. It is long ago. 7391|And one is lying in a puddle, 7391|The next is by for fuel; 7391|"Why" and "When" of long ago, 7391|The third is for oil; 7391|"And now I burn to hear them moan, 7391|As it were voices of the mist 7391|Thrilling our ear-baskets with its din-- 7391|They never hear it--but a spell 7391|Shall shut in the new-born world, we know." 7391|--O man, that e ======================================== SAMPLE 1480 ======================================== 24869|The monarch, thus his wrath renew’d, 24869|An answer to the Vánar king 24869|Proclaimed the fated of the foe. 24869|Still on his car the monarch rode, 24869|And with his mailed arm about 24869|The Vánar king with might and main 24869|Resound his war-cry, faint and shrill. 24869|The monarch’s word the Vánar sire 24869|Called to his counsellors and said, 24869|“Here from that giant horde away, 24869|Rise forth, O Raghu’s son, my son, 24869|And bid Ráma to the field, 24869|While to his friends in distant lands 24869|He turns his back upon the Moor. 24869|My son, for all thy woe, be brave, 24869|Lest, if thy heart be led astray 24869|Thy foeman’s wrath should never cease, 24869|Or thou, if rashly thou refuse 24869|To war for Ráma’s sake denied, 24869|Thy life and life shalt thou spend 24869|In fruitless pain and endless woe. 24869|Go, Ráma, go! my son I yield 24869|To thee, thou strong and valiant one, 24869|To thee my life shall be restored.” 24869|And Ráma, eager for the fray, 24869|Saw, near him on the royal ground, 24869|Another presence, like his self, 24869|On Śarabhanga’s(521) brow appear, 24869|A Vánar form who reeked of sin: 24869|With eyes that mocked the Lord of Snow, 24869|Who never yet had shown a smile: 24869|His tongue at length he thus defied, 24869|And thus in bitter words replied: 24869|“Who dares the vengeful fight, I know, 24869|Who dares the conflict I disdain. 24869|Who fears to die, thy life shall waste 24869|Like sands of salt upon the sand. 24869|Go, turn and join the battle strife, 24869|And meet me face to face, and then 24869|My bow and shafts and blades I give 24869|To thee, my Lord, so deathless-gods require.” 24869|Canto XXVI. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Thus Rávaṇ his despairing fears suppressed; 24869|And Śúdras strong-armed in battle slew. 24869|The Vánar chiefs Rávaṇ’s ire subdued, 24869|And all the foes a long victory won. 24869|Then swiftly to his lonely bed he sped, 24869|And mourned in secret by his lapped lips. 24869|Thus Rávaṇ in death his soul content, 24869|And, crowned with glory, slept the while. 24869|Then swiftly and with rapid feet 24869|To Lanká’s town he quickly sped 24869|To seek the monarch of the wise, 24869|And bid Vibhishaṇ give him audience. 24869|He sought, with eager eyes intent, 24869|And in the city-gates laid hold, 24869|And Ráma, Rávaṇ’s envoys there, 24869|In friendly wise and gentle looked 24869|On Lanká’s town and all her bowers. 24869|Their heads high on a massy rail, 24869|With faces bright with light of thought, 24869|They saw the Vánars hurrying thence: 24869|With eager eyes each on his peer 24869|Beheld his lord returning o’er. 24869|The monarch, glad to meet them, cried, 24869|And thus his message to the chief: 24869|“Hail, happy pair, the first to rise 24869|And tell the news of Raghu’s birth. 24869|The people hail to-day, whom none 24869|Of earth nor wild-wood creatures e’er could shake: 24869|My child Lakshmaṇ, to thee I owe 24869|This glorious name, and thou art he, 24869|The ======================================== SAMPLE 1490 ======================================== 1280|For a little girl who sits in the gloom 1280|Beside the chimney, crying for a boy 1280|Who is gone. 1280|I will say nothing of love or hate; 1280|Let other people say the thing they feel, 1280|For I believe it. 1280|I never had a chance to do 1280|With my weak thought. 1280|I lived at leisure in my house 1280|(Though my wife tried to chisel me a hole 1280|And pull my toes off out of the wood) 1280|And got the money to buy my groceries 1280|For five dollars that I saved at the bank, 1280|And was so cheerful, I didn't care 1280|What happened in case, but I must try 1280|To live a life of honor. 1280|When I come home after playing in the woods, 1280|I must get a little drunk and queer, 1280|And go around in the yard and laugh 1280|And shout and make faces and laugh, 1280|And then I have to pass over to my store 1280|And work there and say my prayers. 1280|I think it's good to talk about life, 1280|And God and the things which have happened since 1280|We lived here, and the dear old things 1280|That are gone and out of sight. 1280|And every summer there comes a day 1280|When I know I must have to go and say my prayers 1280|In the wind and rain. 1280|I never could understand it, 1280|This war as I have waged on this planet of Earth-- 1280|My mother told me this when I was growing 1280|But when I took the book down 1280|I found it was something I had found alone 1280|In a field somewhere, 1280|And the picture seemed to be made to me, 1280|And my mind made it up, 1280|The picture--God! how I wish you could die! 1280|That you would never see or understand 1280|What I have had to have to endure, 1280|And the heartache and sorrow, 1280|And the shame and selfishness 1280|I have lived with all of this time, 1280|And have not spoken, have not spoken! 1280|Oh, it is easy to say, 1280|"I hate this girl because I hate 1280|You who are my only comfort." 1280|To say, with a touch so slyly, 1280|For the world to know: 1280|"I have nothing better to do." 1280|If you can't say it directly, 1280|If you cannot even guess it, 1280|"You mustn't be upset with me," 1280|Is the more to excuse you. 1280|But the world does not care, 1280|If you say the same thing to your friends. 1280|And you are welcome to refuse to say it 1280|Or not, and to hide your secret 1280|In your heart or hide it 1280|In the corner of your heart. 1280|The things you have done, the ways you have lied, 1280|I am tired of hearing of. 1280|You are wrong! 1280|I am just as right as the next 1280|And I love you, even if you don't love me; 1280|I have been here at the heart of heaven 1280|Just because I am not afraid or guilty. 1280|I know if I stood out among mortals 1280|In the ways and the actions of my life, 1280|And I looked upon you with the eyes of love, 1280|It would make you look upon me 1280|And look upon me with love. 1280|I am just as good as the next, 1280|In fact much better, though I cannot tell you, 1280|When you come up to me and think of a plan 1280|And I do the same. 1280|You would not believe me who has lived it. 1280|I have taken the road of my dreams 1280|And played with the cards 1280|Till these cards have come to the hand of my brother 1280|Who knows of my deeds. 1280|What do you think we have done here 1280|In the sixty years since we began ======================================== SAMPLE 1500 ======================================== 38520|Like a moonbeam on a glassy surge, 38520|Of the man whose destiny it is 38520|To love the world as it is to thee, 38520|Wisely and sweetly as you may. 38520|I heard the distant roar of crowds,-- 38520|Roux of hearts that heard not thee, O land! 38520|Sideways the red sun shone, 38520|Then hid behind the clouds; 38520|Thou didst not hear them, love, but I; 38520|O Love of Nature, thou so near to her! 38520|O love, and how her hand to mine did fall, 38520|As down thy crystal depths I felt her pass! 38520|O tender, how I loved the heart 38520|Thy hand was warm enough to feel! 38520|Thy hand was warm enough to make 38520|Love go right out of its lips to pout. 38520|O Love, thy hand was warm enough 38520|To make an earthquake shiver, 38520|And thunder-peal, if she might be a woman, 38520|With a thing so strong, so loving-kind, 38520|A thing so kind, with a cheek so fair, 38520|How, I wot, if she could only be a woman, 38520|How could she love me,--all the world was love, 38520|But only, thou, and only I? 38520|The little birds sat singing, 38520|The wild winds sang from every hill, 38520|The night was like a church,-- 38520|We saw the moon rise, as we thought, 38520|Across the stars that hung in heaven. 38520|The wind blows from Yucatan 38520|Through all the yellow provinces, 38520|But he cannot go at all 38520|To get old Bibi's daily jam: 38520|He drives to her in the city, 38520|And she hears his jingle in the street. 38520|He blows his breath down from on high, 38520|And sings to her through the car, 38520|But she in her little brown kitchen, 38520|Forgets him quite by noon. 38520|We walk the streets of little London 38520|Where they laugh and gossip, 38520|But she in her little brown kitchen, 38520|Lives in her dreams alone. 38520|O, happy land of Nazareth, 38520|O, country of David! 38520|O, God of Nazareth's flock, 38520|When there comes a blessing for you, 38520|The house is full of blessing! 38520|Your house is full of sunshine, 38520|Your garden of the bay, 38520|And that great, sweet, innocent lambkin 38520|That was so wise to please you, 38520|Treats it with honey from his lips, 38520|And is so kind to me. 38520|I know that every bird sings 38520|For you at morning, 38520|I know that all the flowers, all three, 38520|And all the birds are trumpets 38520|Singing cheerily. 38520|O, happy land of Nazareth, 38520|O, country of David! 38520|O, God of Nazareth's flock, 38520|And of the country of Zion!-- 38520|In my heart is written 38520|This,--"When thou singest of the Sabbath, 38520|To-day shalt thou lie on tiptoe." 38520|The red rose blooms in the street, 38520|The white rose blows on the breeze. 38520|To-day hath come the sun, the birds, 38520|And the red rose blows again. 38520|Thou, my little love, with me, 38520|Thy face with its flowers is white, 38520|And thy little hand is red. 38520|No more thy face with the flowers, 38520|But thy little hand with me is white, 38520|For mine eyes scan only thy eyes, 38520|My little eyes with such tears wet, 38520|Such tenderness of love as leaves 38520|The sweetest things they hold. 38520|Ah, wherefore should'st thou die for me? 38520|Hast thou not heard my prayer to die? 38520|Death is the penalty thou ======================================== SAMPLE 1510 ======================================== 8187|The light, the breath of Life, that had been 8187|Touched by my pen in this strange hour 8187|Of earth's fresh dawn, hath grown to be 8187|The spirit of that light alone, 8187|And not its ray or spirit too; 8187|'Twixt mind and sense still floating light 8187|Is blown along this shining sea, 8187|While, as a spirit to its God 8187|I soar through worlds that are, and all, 8187|As on and on through realms unseen, 8187|So, like the sun through spheres unseen, 8187|I seem to fly through worlds unknown, 8187|Where worlds and worlds and suns are not! 8187|For if in life's first sun-born hour 8187|I had but flamed in love, have been 8187|Tho' still, ah! lothly, to the eye 8187|That first adored me,--I should then 8187|And only I have won the light, 8187|That had been touched by my pen in this, 8187|The first of earthly joys, was fanned 8187|And made to blaze in love even then, 8187|Till from that hour its ray hath gone, 8187|And never comes again to home 8187|To light man's soul. 8187|This is the hour of dreams; thou 8187|Best of mortals, with the light, 8187|That's wafted thro' this dark and drear 8187|World--as if it never yet 8187|Had seen in vision its own star! 8187|That hour!--as if no form nor hue, 8187|Nor thought of mind, nor instinct bright, 8187|Should e'er have made a light of it so. 8187|Tho' the soul there might be wondrous bright, 8187|Nor be too low as yet to please 8187|The eyes of hearts too high for dreams, 8187|Yet not too high as yet to rise; 8187|And if man's soul could rise above 8187|All earthly light, and break his chains, 8187|And grasp all worlds but heaven below, 8187|What joy, in such a world as this, 8187|Were that, in such a sky as this? 8187|Yet, as the world, in waking lives, 8187|So did the soul at that dark hour, 8187|Its mind not only bright, but bright 8187|Without a stain, save for a dust 8187|Of that proud dust, which on it lies, 8187|And now for ever as a screen, 8187|That, when we shall be as high, 8187|As high as life is yet--oh! then, 8187|'Twill be as pure, as bright, as thou. 8187|How long--how long? The whole night through, 8187|I have not yet forgot the tale 8187|Of Love's short night, and Death that broke 8187|At dawn one winter's dawn of day. 8187|For life's long day in all things lies, 8187|Yet Love's sun shines brighter than, 8187|Death's sun is more divine to me-- 8187|For there my soul has flown away 8187|From that, sad day, and mourns alone 8187|For what it, when it flies, may miss. 8187|So long as Love hath left this light-- 8187|Or is it _now_, and will not stay?-- 8187|Or, like the dead moon, will sink 8187|O'er the dark ocean of eternity! 8187|Oh! may Love, when he will, return 8187|To this bright world of clouds and stars, 8187|And, when he comes again, still shine 8187|To make this world look brighter than his own! 8187|Or wilt thou ever be, at rest 8187|At thy own fire-side, beside 8187|Thy gentle spirit, still to brighten 8187|And cheer us with the smile she brings? 8187|While thou, thy soul still bending low, 8187|Telleth of a life forlorn, 8187|Breathes of some joy that _might_ be! 8187|Thus, let thy love, my heart, be given! 8187|Be it thine,--this spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 1520 ======================================== 25794|By the side of the water, and said, 25794|As she walked by the forest, so fair 25794|And cool, "That is my home." 25794|But her feet fell not so lightly; she 25794|Lose her footing ere she had reached it: 25794|Then her features did she cast down, 25794|And her ears twitched all the while she cried, 25794|I have seen the children, as they play, 25794|Gaze in each other's eyes. 25794|At the door, in wonder and joy, 25794|I have seen children, as they play, 25794|Smile and look in each other's faces. 25794|They have seen the mother and child,-- 25794|Hush'd in rapture, and so dear; 25794|They have seen the mother and child,-- 25794|All-seeing wisdom, and love, 25794|And the mother's name so dear 25794|Held as on high, but dimly. 25794|Then, in awe, my heart did follow, 25794|As the mother and child look through 25794|My heart, to the home of my soul. 25794|Oh it is there! the home of my soul! 25794|The mother and child, so dear, 25794|Come here, in love and peace, to dwell. 25794|Oh the moon at the morning of the day! 25794|Oh the moon with its golden gleam! 25794|The child with his father's eyes in mine! 25794|Oh the moon with the mother-blue! 25794|The child with his father's form in mine! 25794|Oh the moon as the mother's hand 25794|Creeps o'er the child with the child in mine! 25794|Oh the moon with its silver light, 25794|Its light on our children's children! 25794|The child with the mother's face in mine! 25794|O'er the night, my dear, 25794|And o'er the earth, my dear, 25794|Love beams with a sweet light. 25794|O'er the moon, and over it 25794|Comes a sweet breath 25794|From the light of our love. 25794|O'er the night, my dear, and o'er the earth, 25794|Grow the roses fair, 25794|To the earth born with light. 25794|Bending with the love of their bloom 25794|Breathe upon the child,-- 25794|The child and mother's kiss. 25794|Breathe sweet on the child; 25794|For the life that lies 25794|In the child is of love. 25794|Let us breathe life on aught; 25794|The earth may suffer need, 25794|Earth, with her woes, its part: 25794|Let us breathe life on aught. 25794|O'er many a mountain and deep glen 25794|Rise sweet flowers in our childhood's hours, 25794|The blossoms of hope, the blossoms of toil; 25794|Bury them deep, in the heart of youth 25794|And flowers will rise from the heart of age. 25794|The dewdrops, the dewdrops so blue, 25794|They cling to the rose like a tether, 25794|And cling about the eyelids so red: 25794|When, as we are pulling all together, 25794|The eye that's in them is pulled down. 25794|The dewdrops, the dewdrops so blue, 25794|The blossoms of hope, the blossom of toil, 25794|All, all to the heart of the child, 25794|All are coming, all are coming soon. 25794|The heart of the child is in bloom, 25794|The heart of the child is in bloom 25794|'Neath the spell of the dewdrops so blue. 25794|In all the earth her hopes and fears 25794|Come forth in the first white blossoms; 25794|And they are all true, dear, loving hearts 25794|That the heart of the child is with. 25794|So to us came the dewdrops, dewdrops so blue, 25794|In the dewlaps of early childhood, 25794|All white as the snow ======================================== SAMPLE 1530 ======================================== 15370|And all that's in the world for me; 15370|I'll tell you what it's all about, 15370|An' how it's all come about 15370|An' how I tried to do 15370|It as the other girls do, 15370|But I couldn't get 'em to marry me; 15370|I tried to persuade 'em to go to school 15370|While they were still in their trice, 15370|An' they said 'twould spoil 'em for 'em, too, 15370|So I couldn't coax 'em to go to school. 15370|'Twas very hard to keep a-school, 15370|Although they gave me some good toys, 15370|'Twas very hard to keep a-school-- 15370|I wish I had died to 'ave been there, 15370|But I wasn't given a chance. 15370|They said I must have some kind of plan 15370|'Twould cost a great deal of money, 15370|But I didn't say I wouldn't pay, 15370|I said I wouldn't have it so. 15370|When school-time came they didn't care, 15370|I know it's very sad to say, 15370|But it was very nice to be taught 15370|But I hadn't any money. 15370|"Well, as I was leaving they called 15370|'E sent me out among the men, 15370|To show a certain toy I made-- 15370|I've saved that toy enough for five." 15370|"I know I am the devil's pawn, 15370|They say I 'ear my pension revoked, 15370|So I'm going to prove you right." 15370|"You must make the pension revocation 15370|Before the spring grows blue again; 15370|I know you can't, but you can try. 15370|You can keep your toy--I know it true." 15370|"Well, I think you'll do just as I'm bent 15370|On doing, but you haven't been paid; 15370|I know that--I know that you must go. 15370|I can't, I can't, that's all I know, 15370|But I am going to prove you true." 15370|"You may try it--it might be true; 15370|You may try--you'll prove it, will you?" 15370|Said that one--that one--"I will if you can." 15370|"Don't say things by halves, Phil, don't, 15370|For if you do, I swear to you 15370|I'll knock your brains out if you do." 15370|When things were all arranged for sale 15370|"Phil, you see, it will be back to business soon, 15370|And I don't like such double-tasking. 15370|Besides, I've not been very good." 15370|In spite of all his warnings, 15370|And spite of all his cunning, 15370|And spite of his many proofs, 15370|They couldn't see why he'd be so impatient. 15370|"Don't be so quick with proofs, 15370|You shouldn't be so eager. 15370|Besides, my parents sent the cards 15370|At evening--it's always like that with us." 15370|"Phil, you won't prevail, 15370|Unless you prove it, soon or late. 15370|You've been too patient, you can't wait. 15370|I'll try it, I'll try it, I'll try it!" 15370|"Phil, you know, 15370|If they can prove it--" Phil caught himself, and looked me in the face. 15370|"I _won't_ be proved, I swear, 15370|Until I can get out of this" 15370|He almost hit me with his eyes, but held his breath. 15370|"Don't you think I'm mad? 15370|I know I shouldn't be, but 'twas the way with me; 15370|So I didn't prove aught, 15370|And as for proof, why, I never would tell; 15370|I couldn't prove you didn't know, so leave it all to me." 15370|"Phil, you are a fool, 15370|Is it not so? 15370|You might ======================================== SAMPLE 1540 ======================================== 2130|"No man has ever lived a life like ours," he said,-- 2130|"If you had lived an old age like mine, and I a youth, 2130|Would you not then have been dead, and I, too, dead? 2130|I know the earth would have been very dusty indeed, 2130|And many people dead, but we would all be here. 2130|We are a young race. Our fathers in the past 2130|Plucked out their children and took them for a span. 2130|So, here I am, the little boy I was--the same 2130|As when when first I left Tug Libbieshall's bowers, 2130|Weary with work and toil,--the same I am, young 2130|With work to do, and no one to blame but Time. 2130|In vain is all your skill and labour poured in vain, 2130|So that, in spite of skill, I cannot find my way." 2130|He said this very night--a dream indeed, 2130|For he slept in Ravenhear as well as you and I, 2130|The other three and I--the three and I were two. 2130|When the next day came, down I took my way 2130|To the old man's farm--the place is very poor-- 2130|He had plenty of work, and for his money had 2130|A fair house, and walls, and floor, and a good yard; 2130|A few of the walls and pillars were of wood, 2130|And all the rest was painted, and the floors were made. 2130|He had bought some good pipes a-long his old tobacconist, 2130|And some good pipes some pipe-heads, and bent the pipe himself. 2130|My own pipe, too, he took upon his travels over, 2130|An old black Anner pipe--a good pipe, I'll admit-- 2130|Well--it was only an old man, and but fifteen years, 2130|With a big round face and a twinkle of the eye; 2130|I would say his appearance might be the world's great day 2130|A light-haired lad came riding out of Tug Lagoon. 2130|He did not look very well, his clothes were of the poor, 2130|And the crumpled look and the faded colour of hair 2130|And his hat, worn out of order, and the tattered feathers-- 2130|Was he a parrot, or a wild goose, or was he none of the 2130|Unnamed (I suppose you knew where I got it) or mixed up, 2130|Or could it be a bird of the forest?--the lad looked 2130|Like anything but a human being to me. 2130|"I'm not scared!" said the wild goose. 2130|"And I'm not scared!" cried the parrot. 2130|"That you are a man," said the wild goose. 2130|Who are you?" said a voice. 2130|"We are--we!" said the voice. 2130|"Who were you?" said the voice. 2130|"We were your father and mother," said the voice. 2130|"I am old Charley," Charley replied. 2130|"I see you have a beard," said the stranger voice. 2130|"And you have a little hair upon your head, 2130|And a little scar on your hand, too?" 2130|"And you have a great fondness for your mother." 2130|"And you have a little curly tail?" 2130|"And you have a very soft hand?" 2130|"And you are an impudent old man?" 2130|"And you live in a house with a row of doors?" 2130|"And you feed on mice and frogs all day?" 2130|"And when you are very young, like well over ten, 2130|What do you do for food?" 2130|"And what is your age?" 2130|"You don't look young." 2130|"Yes I do, sir." 2130|"Well, do you live in a stable, too?" 2130|"Or do you sup in a shed, then?" 2130|"Do you sleep on a beam?" 2130|"Or are you sometimes housed in a cottage, then?" 2130|"Well, and who ======================================== SAMPLE 1550 ======================================== 937|And, as you will, I'll be bound to you, 937|And always be and never be forgot. 937|We were a little band of heroes then, 937|With our flags all waving by our side, 937|And our hearts all set on some deeds of fame, 937|And our eyes all full of good-will light, 937|When the Kaiser came along to help them. 937|He was a mighty thing of might, 937|And when with us our flag all flowed, 937|When all men called each other comrade, 937|When the earth was made for happiness, 937|When freedom's dawn was dawning on all lands, 937|Our lives were all to some great cause done 937|We might not be wholly silent there, 937|For our hearts all yearned to join with 'em, 937|And we could not all go quietly by 937|But stood to fight the battle hard to the end; 937|And so, long as we had hearts to move, 937|The Kaiser, to keep back our strong men, 937|Was always there to tell us that we were called 937|To fight for liberty -- and all were we: 937|And every man must be a Kaiser 937|When our glorious flag we salute. 937|And now that there's a Kaiser in town, 937|The hearts we had at first to thank 937|For the end of the old war we went on -- 937|To keep back the strong men to stand by us; 937|We are so proud to hold in scorn 937|The Kaiser's warning words back. 937|So when you hear our cheering chorus, 937|Look down in the faces of your foes. 937|And when you're called to your father's home, 937|Oh, just smile -- and let him go by: 937|It was the Kaiser's own call 937|That your country was called to give. 937|But oh! when home is the setting sun, 937|When you are alone in the little room 937|Where are grown the hopes and dreams of you, 937|When you're left with a fatherless land, 937|When your father's heart and mother's eyes, 937|Will not turn that way, or look that way -- 937|But look on with their sunny look, 937|That they see that they are calling you; 937|And when once more you find them in you, 937|And if more women are looking out for you, 937|And if more children are standing close 937|And asking for you -- then again 937|Be the merry singer that you were! 937|When the new-made world is a little bit 937|Of shining sea, 937|Where the sun shines as brightly as ever, 937|Where the waves ever go, 937|And no wind but the calm sun that shines 937|Will bring a wind again, 937|How good will be our hearts at last, 937|And how true the old. 937|When the first white breath of air blows on 937|Earth's earthy shore, 937|And the first new sunbeam comes into sight 937|In the heaven-hovered plain -- 937|Oh, that the world will be good to us, 937|And our old dreams be done. 937|When the old-formed world is laid in dust, 937|And the old-times are dead; 937|When the hearts of men who loved their God 937|Are weary at last, 937|Then the world will be good to us, we guess, 937|And our old hopes be done. 937|When the new-made world is born anew, 937|And the new-days shine, 937|And a great woman sings upon the air, 937|And a young man sings; 937|Then the world will be good to us, we say, 937|And our old dreams be done. 937|When the last old man passes by us, 937|And the last old day 937|Is a desert of flowers, and the first new, 937|As fair as ever fair; 937|When the last old story is told 937|Upon the wind, and the last old prayer 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 1560 ======================================== 16452|With all their numbers, then the sons of Troy 16452|The Gods in council sat, when lo! in heaven 16452|The son of glorious Agamemnon first 16452|Of all the Myrmidons took up the word, 16452|In accents wing'd his voice, and thus he spake. 16452|Wise Chief! well spoken, but, as if by chance, 16452|The voice had come to mine ears from heaven. 16452|I mark'd, I saw ye not, thy friend come forth 16452|With this new power. What cause hast thou to boast 16452|Thyself as such? why the dread of death 16452|In that most glorious conflict? Plead us, then, 16452|Which. Not to leave thee in thy peril is, 16452|But that thou would'st the chiefest action dare. 16452|He said, and on the body stretch'd his hand 16452|As one who felt a brother's death presage. 16452|But he with threatening gesture stretch'd him forth, 16452|And with his spear, the spear with bended horns, 16452|Crying aloud, and threatening fiercely all. 16452|And Hector his great spear on the breast 16452|Pierced, and the manlike hand of his heroic Sire 16452|Stood still, but, as he felt the shafts again 16452|Return, he shook his head; he could not think 16452|What he should say again. From him he broke 16452|A long repast-like, and, when he had emptied 16452|His stomach's space a third time, he sat 16452|Long silent; but, when soon again he rose, 16452|Girded with the bow, his eye-balls all ablaze, 16452|He thus the son of Panthus to the Goddess spake. 16452|Ah--but for my sake--I feel the power 16452|Which I have left of old, though now as dead. 16452|I will, so I command, behold a God 16452|Whose purpose all-isounding Jove has led. 16452|Come then, our fleet, and lead the Trojans on 16452|Before us; if to Saturnian Jove the son 16452|Of Atreus and to Agamemnon give 16452|The death most high, you shall by force be slain. 16452|So saying, the Hero on the left side first 16452|Of jutting Thracians cast a net to catch 16452|A brave, yet wary knight; but, as the net 16452|He cast, the net he cast far off, and said, 16452|With that bold soldier's words. Oh! who may claim 16452|The deed as his? Let him but live long enough 16452|To tell what Jove on him hath given, and bid 16452|Ascanius, if he will, thy fellows, next, 16452|Slip for myself, and seize the treasure he brings. 16452|He spake, and swiftly to his swiftest speed 16452|Hastened, and soon the hero, as he pass'd 16452|On, rushed on, and now, with sudden force, 16452|Took the right wing, and now on the other side 16452|Of his descent, the foremost Trojans held. 16452|Yet not for long did Hector in pursuit 16452|Contend with other Trojans, whom he saw 16452|Seated, either by the brazen cock^2 or wing 16452|Of flying steeds, and still advancing still, 16452|But met him in the middle, and in speed 16452|Expert to him, the swift Coroebus chased, 16452|Pierced by a single arrow from the bow 16452|Of Nestor's son, and in the throat was slain. 16452|By him Achilles bore his body thence 16452|Back to the ships, and as the mules were borne 16452|On to the trench, he led his chariot thence; 16452|Themselves the Gods in Achaia shun'd 16452|And all their steeds, but with their charioteers 16452|Himself with golden thongs, his beauteous head 16452|With garlands on it, and the flowing beard 16452|Fringing his neck and front, Achilles drew 16452|To where his son ======================================== SAMPLE 1570 ======================================== 1165|The airy, airy throng 1165|Fills my soul with awe, my flesh with fear, 1165|Till, like on a sudden, 1165|Up, up, unto the altar of the sky 1165|A storm of blossoms fell! 1165|There, on my bosom, 1165|Like some fresh flower that grows, 1165|Standeth the rose, the lily pure and white, 1165|And the tender, tender breath of the lily breathes 1165|A prayer upon my prayer! 1165|Out, O wind! 1165|Rejoice, my joy! 1165|Thy heart is full of gladness and of glad songs! 1165|The angels are at work upon the bowers; 1165|The wind is at play upon the hills! 1165|The angels are singing! 1165|The angels are singing! 1165|And I was a small child and my mother smiled a happy child, 1165|But out here, with the blossoms on my mother's breast! 1165|Out here in the world of the careless and heartless and free! 1165|What are kings and empires and the cities and flowers and pearls, 1165|To the little child that is heartless and free! 1165|What are rose leaves and the tearful night beneath the cherry-trees, 1165|And the happy child that is heartless and free! 1165|A child, a mother's child, 1165|Who did not know God, 1165|Who walked with Christ, 1165|Thinking Him dead. 1165|As if a ghost should touch his life, 1165|I see him change! 1165|Who never knew how much he bore 1165|And how dearly he had given, 1165|And how, in the world of flesh, 1165|He took the Cross. 1165|As if the grave were all in vain, 1165|And he, the living Lord, 1165|Was waiting to say, "I forgive 1165|All men for you!" 1165|He did, and he shall be, 1165|And I am still a child; 1165|I cannot tell if God forgives 1165|Or if I must suffer; 1165|I only know I'm still a child, 1165|And he is still above. 1165|"I did believe them!" . . . He is at peace now. 1165|I have not the heart to ask. 1165|A little child 1165|Who is in a little God's love. 1165|Little God's child, 1165|Let us be happy. 1165|There's a little voice cries: 1165|"I am little, you are great, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|I have such a voice! 1165|"I have such a name too 1165|For my little name, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|So your little name 1165|(What is it but the smallest 1165|Word one can have?). 1165|"I am not a little name, 1165|Nor a great little name 1165|At all, in so small a space, 1165|Little God's child, 1165|But I know, and know I will, 1165|From my very first day, 1165|"I am not a little name, 1165|Nor a great little name 1165|At all, in so small a space, 1165|I am not a little name. 1165|Not a word I know. 1165|"It is not my place, 1165|But I know that I must sing, or not; 1165|The little things will follow me, 1165|The big things stay at home; 1165|But the little things and care, 1165|Will go wandering wide and far, 1165|Will go with me far and near, 1165|Wherever I go, 1165|For the big things stay at home." 1165|Little God's child, 1165|Let us be happy. 1165|I have a little hat that I put on my head 1165|I wear it when I go to church, I don't wear it when 1165|I go to the cupboard, it holds so little room on the shelf. 1165|I have a little pen ======================================== SAMPLE 1580 ======================================== 35190|O, fyndynge thynge hir lyf therfore, 35190|And þ{a}t þere þe{n}ne folowynge hem þ{a}t neu{er}. 35190|God wytte here, þe{n} she þe{n}ne liegh, 35190|As fygure is eu{er}, erþe & erþe; 35190|Þat on halden Iolys þe{n}ne fygure, 35190|Nou, Iolys, deȝt i{n} to þe erþeȝ; 35190|For þis is no{n}ne fau{n}st {to} ȝif þe þry{n}ne 35190|W{i}t{h} wytteȝ of his lust þat wolde kepe, 35190|He may hym þerof{e} þat he may hym beleue; 35190|I{n} þe ȝe{n}ne maynten for þ{a}t þ{a}t wyth hy{m} seluen, 35190|& say{n} i{n} þy{n}ne, loke on ȝepes of þe ȝate, 35190|How þe{n}ne he fylleȝ vpon hyt fayre, 35190|Lest we were wote in þys wonyed, 35190|To heuen-rychinge to on hy{m} þe{n}ne; 35190|Þat ou{er} þys fro þe fyrst fote he fyue, 35190|& sayde þe þro, þe{n}ne þat he wyth v{us} hent; 35190|Þe{n}ne efte ou{er} þo to þe ou{er}-tote hys dede, 35190|By-ȝonde þ{er}-i{n}ne þe befalle to-gedi{n}te, 35190|For we be wrongeȝ to þe wylteste, 35190|Þat we haf m{er}u{m}ple of þe mydon heuen.’ 35190|With this he haldes hy{m} to þe bedder, 35190|Þe{n}ne ay cryen, _Io_, þat he cryed: 35190|“Bot we were wrongeȝ þat he was byh{e}, 35190|Þat þaȝ þ{o}u fende of þy fyn ofte halden, 35190|Neu{er} þay were more pakid neu{er} wele; 35190|But þ{er} hit watȝ lyȝt to lykes, 35190|For Iolyse is lyk an-i{n}neȝ 35190|With þo gret arowe for þo good godes, 35190|He set hit neuer so good & fyue, 35190|To þe bedder he bidde þat he may, 35190|“Let Iolysshe here, her sonne schal, 35190|“Þat mealde of-tokys þat mad, 35190|He schal þe{n}ne, he schal þe day come.” 35190|When þay come at þe brodere þay bode, 35190|& to hem þay com, & þaȝ þe waye wroþe, 35190|Gret swetnesse was þe grete marre, 35190|& þe{n} ge{m}makkes he fynde his fau{n}de; 35190|And þe rodes watȝ vnþerr-cast on-ronde, 35190|Þay alle dured þe deȝt{er} & deuowte, 35190|& þe delyte watȝ vpidou{n}del vpon trewe, 35190|Þe deuyse m{ ======================================== SAMPLE 1590 ======================================== 25608|All the words I know by heart, 25608|By day and night, 25608|By summer afternoons and autumn alleys, 25608|By lonely forests deep and high; 25608|By the deep meadows, where the wild chickens sing, 25608|And where the yellow birds of light 25608|Laugh as they fly. 25608|Here is the place where all begin; 25608|In a little garden-close 25608|I have lain with my heart one night 25608|While the great winds of the storm 25608|Watched East Wind and his toys. 25608|And while Night stooped from her chimneys white 25608|To hear a far voice call, 25608|I dreamed that I lay beside her knee, 25608|And that I spoke with her small hand, 25608|Till, all at once, the dream was true: 25608|She took me in her arms to lay, 25608|Her small hand, white as the snow, 25608|That beat around like the surf! 25608|Oh, wonderful child, with the eyes 25608|Of a white kitten fluttering! 25608|See how they flash, where the golden grasses shoot! 25608|They flash and flash, till I could swear 25608|They looked as though I'd just been dipped in chocolate! 25608|Away! away! the wild winds blow! 25608|She is drawing near! ... Oh, hark to a drummer-- 25608|He is calling,--and he beats! ... Oh, hark to a drummer, 25608|He's calling! ... Oh, come over the sea! 25608|We're going away from this gloomy harbor; 25608|There's peace and plenty to be had over the sea; 25608|There's a gleam of sun where the palms are a-warming, 25608|And a music that drives away the soul's sadness; 25608|So ... away! over the sea! ... 25608|Now, this is an idle story--that's all-- 25608|So as I am writing it, you'll excuse me, 25608|Having read it a thousand times, it won't fit: 25608|It's quite enough; but when I've done--why, then, 25608|I will come back again ... another one! 25608|You're an angel, Bobbin, and I'm a sprite. 25608|Our souls are one, and if we could understand 25608|What a few minutes we spend in Paradise, 25608|With our souls in God's embrace,--sooner or later, 25608|We might learn a thing or two about heaven. 25608|When the sun goes down 25608|'T is far too dark to see the stars 25608|That shine so brightly now. 25608|When the moon comes in 25608|Only the tops of the buildings light 25608|And the town's lighted quite. 25608|And the clock ticks on the wall, 25608|But I cannot shut my eyes-- 25608|I feel so restless with my book. 25608|For the stars can trace 25608|All my soul's calm repose, 25608|And my little footsteps stir. 25608|They watch my dreams, my sweet, 25608|That for hours have been. 25608|They see my foolishness, 25608|My foolishness, my pretty, little Finch, 25608|My little foolishness. 25608|They never seem to rest 25608|Where the morning light can find him there. 25608|But, when I wake, I find 25608|That the angels have him there, 25608|Still as ever--and that bright. 25608|He is not a coward-- 25608|Even when fate throws him in, 25608|He does not cry; 25608|Yet when God is calling, 25608|Why, the others will 25608|Not be mute! 25608|"We are all one in prayer," 25608|Thus we say all the while, 25608|But who can understand 25608|The depth of something so sweet and holy, 25608|The angel tongue? 25608|When there's a cry in Heaven 25608|'T would be best to go, 25608|Though some say 'tis the cry 25608|We pray for every day. 25608|It is not Heaven's cry alone, ======================================== SAMPLE 1600 ======================================== 25008|Beneath the soft and gentle shade, 25008|Or on the sunny grass, as I, 25008|With love and joy, were meeting there: 25008|On these fond lips, that scarce could bear 25008|The soft kisses of the boy, 25008|Sweet, tender, and perfidious, 25008|Lithe and still as that dear stone, 25008|Thro' which she so well could sit, 25008|And watch the magic of the maid, 25008|Swayed in every look and change, 25008|Sweet Love, whose heart still loves to quake! 25008|And ever, from those limbs of flame, 25008|Which now were naked to the skies! 25008|Tho' thro' the golden clouds of air, 25008|She on that bosom glowed and burned; 25008|Like the dark spirit in the shade 25008|That sighs and smiles thro' the green grove, 25008|Ere yet the moon, that star of eve, 25008|Her radiant path hath taken to 25008|'Neath the spreading branches of the vine. 25008|Her voice was so like Heaven's own air,[D] 25008|It could not be heard afar: 25008|It came from Paradise's own heights, 25008|As from the throne of Deity. 25008|"In a bright cloud she is not seen, 25008|She is in Heaven, O Love! 25008|And a pale light thro' the air streams, 25008|To show she too as lovely glows, 25008|As tho' the angel were her bride: 25008|And Heaven is fair,--as lovely glows, 25008|As tho' the angel were her bride! 25008|Love, thou art in the skies above, 25008|And I to thee, my Pleasure, cry. 25008|My heart's fair flame thy bosom's joy, 25008|To thee and thy dear Love I cry. 25008|With me is Heaven,--the Heaven of Love, 25008|As fair as it may please, 25008|In that bright Heaven I'll ever dwell, 25008|When Love's sweet, shining, Heaven is thro!" 25008|She then arose, and to her side, 25008|"I brought a treasure, 25008|For Love's dear delight, 25008|In a bright cloud I am not seen, 25008|Tho' I am in Heaven, O Love! 25008|I brought his image, 25008|To my bosom sealed, 25008|In a black, gloomy cloud, 25008|Tho' heaven I do adore. 25008|A pearl, a pearl is in my heart, 25008|The pearls from my breast 25008|I bring, with pureness of its ray, 25008|To thy pure heart, O Lady! 25008|A star from the firmament 25008|I bring to thee, 25008|To shine on thee and thee alone, 25008|Love,--in a white cloud,--the star 25008|Of my bright image,--the rose 25008|Of my pure soul,--as it dies, 25008|In her own night, Love,--in her own light. 25008|I bring thee what I crave or crave; 25008|Thou givest it to me! 25008|Oh! lovely star, that lookest into the night, 25008|Thou dost inspire and bless my life, 25008|Whilst I, in dark and dismal caverns, pine; 25008|How can life and loving thrive, 25008|In this low place of need, 25008|Where a living gulf doth, alas! divide us, 25008|From the pure heart-prayer of a loved one dear, 25008|From the thoughts and tones of that sweet voice! 25008|O beautiful, O precious, O living Rose! 25008|Thy charms have made many a heart their own; 25008|But thy pure virtue hath ever kept me 25008|From that fatal gulf, that separates, 25008|From that blest and happy region. 25008|In thy pure presence none is found 25008|But kind, and happy, and beloved; 25008|And that pure, angelic presence, 25008|Which I never, never can resign 25008|Of thee,--in all the splendour ======================================== SAMPLE 1610 ======================================== 30332|A man must die--even a King! 30332|He looked and marvelled, for of all men 30332|This man had chosen so; no doubt: 30332|The most renowned of all his kin; 30332|But in that great house did he behold 30332|The fairest woman there, nor knew 30332|The life she wore was but of fear, 30332|But the pale life he had lived alone 30332|Against the sun and starlight bright; 30332|The life he had lived in great despair, 30332|And when the sword was levelled in her side 30332|He should have perished there--a King. 30332|She looked up slowly with her eyes a-bloom, 30332|So pure a smile upon her face 30332|That the light shone through the golden hair 30332|As down she cast it, and the light 30332|Fell on the golden hair, and soft 30332|The shining bronze, and all about 30332|She stood as fair a thing as they, 30332|The lovely form of Erin Done; 30332|And that great smile still fell to her 30332|Because he had been King so far, 30332|Even as an outcast man might be, 30332|That with God's judgement, Lord of all, 30332|Must leave his house, his land and all, 30332|And to the place of judgement come, 30332|A King, to reign for a goodly span, 30332|King, to live all he would, no doubt: 30332|O God, what a fearful world such men 30332|Would dote on, ever bearing life, 30332|And having no right of it, but care! 30332|Then from the sea a man did pass, 30332|And Erin's eyes were filled with tears; 30332|She took his mouth in her, it grew 30332|With love, the very thing she loved. 30332|And on she went, up from the land, 30332|Because she must to King Lidell hall 30332|To bear his coffin on that day 30332|That Erin must go alone: this done, 30332|She left the house with the sea-wind moaned, 30332|And came to where a grave was laid. 30332|There Erin laid the body out, 30332|And then she stood awhile, and with a sigh, 30332|Kneeling in humble guise and black, 30332|She wiped away the tears and moaned, 30332|And said, "O God, that bitter cry 30332|Was good for me: O God, that thou'lt hear 30332|And pardon me, God, how could I do 30332|This thing as thou art good, and thou 30332|Hast taken care of me as I am poor! 30332|If in that hour I do but die 30332|My King would know why; yet would I have 30332|What such a life such griefs had brought; 30332|"For now, God only knoweth how 30332|I might have died a dying death; 30332|For in this weary world," she said, 30332|"I do not dream of comfort sure." 30332|And then she laid the coffin by, 30332|And she went on her way toward the wood, 30332|Gathering the acorns, and they set, 30332|As she went, the sweet grass by her feet, 30332|Laid the sweet leaves upon her head, 30332|And all about her breast the birds 30332|Ruffled and nestled, and before 30332|She came to where, in many a yard, 30332|The great pillars of the oak hold 30332|Dyeworks of moss, whereon she hid 30332|The earth within--for she had come 30332|There when such griefs had fallen on men 30332|That all her life grew silent down 30332|Into a peaceful woman's dream. 30332|So that day Erin did not go 30332|Ere that she knew; but all she met 30332|In that great house were her true friends; 30332|The maiden's mother, and her sire, 30332|Her father, who was ever near, 30332|And in the sweet May-meeting here 30332|The sire with many gifts received. 30332|Her father was glad ======================================== SAMPLE 1620 ======================================== 27221|To thee, my sister, did I owe 27221|Its being, or its claim renew? 27221|But wherefore does she not, as well, 27221|Prove my own love by proof?" 27221|"Behold the maiden! I reply, 27221|It hath no proof of love," 27221|But now the maid and knight return, 27221|Who in old hours, I ween, 27221|Had each his maid--the Knight replies, 27221|"The day is done, the day is done, 27221|And my night-companion sits apace 27221|In his high seat by me!" 27221|He said, and he turned to the sun, 27221|And said, and he turned away, 27221|"O Love, have thy day's completion won; 27221|I have my hour's reward." 27221|"The task is done, and its terms forgot, 27221|And in the sun's deep sightless ear 27221|No praise the Knight may heave, 27221|Who hath his hour of perfect rest; 27221|Yet dare with his sad soul no sound 27221|Of discontent or moan. 27221|No! while the morning light is high, 27221|In his bright hall, upon his bower, 27221|There lies his dower; his soul has power 27221|To gain the treasures of the day. 27221|Ah, no! more quickly than the beam 27221|Of light that plays with sunbeams, is withdrawn 27221|In earth's dim mists, or to the eye 27221|Of clouds a brief, transient gleam. 27221|Thy soul that loves is not so sure. 27221|Thy body is not wrapt in mist, 27221|To lie for ever in an hour 27221|Like ice, about which the wind 27221|Dissolves itself, when once begun.-- 27221|Ah! 'tis true; so brief thy stay! 27221|The world hath power to change its heart, 27221|Like to thy soul; but not to quit 27221|Nor to abide the promise. 27221|But wait and trust; the time shall come 27221|When thy proud self shall yield to thy content; 27221|And thou in thy own heart's depths shalt feel 27221|Thyself a part of all the good of earth! 27221|Yet do not think thy power can keep, 27221|Till then, in its full, full measure, 27221|Thy self-same radiance that's burning 'mong thine. 27221|And should the fates ordain thee to leave 27221|Thy home, thy friends, thy happy home, 27221|Still thy most beautiful as now, 27221|In this fair spot, the sun! 27221|For there, not soon to be renew'd, 27221|Shalt thou have time to grieve a little, 27221|When thy soul's on earth more spent, 27221|And in Heaven, as sure as thou art here, 27221|Thou hast still a portion graced, 27221|For here thou'lt have thy portion of bliss; 27221|And thou'lt ne'er to Earth be sent, 27221|To suffer for thy fault, disgrace, or shame. 27221|Thou'lt live, and die, with Heaven in sight, 27221|The lovely, the just, the blest, the blest, 27221|And Heaven, when thou canst see the bright, 27221|Will give thee, when thou'rt old, to choose, with pleasure, 27221|A home with God, and here to live and die. 27221|And if the voice of Heav'n, that sends 27221|Its counsel to thy sinful breast, 27221|Should say--_Behold the choice thou hast made!_ 27221|_Gladly would I bequeath it, 27221|That from this life I may receive 27221|Some happiness, though unseen, 27221|Which I can every day achieve._ 27221|It is the hope of every true, 27221|Pure, upright, just, and wise, 27221|To wake, ere yet the light of day 27221|Opens his work of glory: 27221|To find, ere yet the summer sky, 27221|Some new and lasting monument, ======================================== SAMPLE 1630 ======================================== 10602|That made his name more known before he fell: 10602|Yet his great fame, which now doth last as long 10602|As time doth take it good to measure fame, 10602|Of all his faults doth eke the best declare. 10602|Nay, even his praise would long endure, and say, 10602|That he had done what few can vnduft to do, 10602|Lifting his name vnto the lot of man. 10602|Let it not be believed, that he ne were 10602|Deceived or blind, who after this darke 10602|Foriell hath found out how to do both right, 10602|And to deserve both praise and goodly mew. 10602|Now are they come vnto the promisd gate, 10602|Where they first found them foes the King to find, 10602|And them to beare arms and in battle go. 10602|That they to do them a good start mighte have, 10602|They set them forth, and each one putteth thought 10602|Into a fountaine, that they mighte thereunto, 10602|And that the fountaine filled mighte no more be; 10602|Where whoso the Fountaine would for him convene, 10602|Should in anon to them a thing thereof impart. 10602|There they began, and whoso would them bring 10602|Came straitly unto the gates of the gate; 10602|But whoso them would see they must to stay 10602|With them in that same fountaine deep and dark. 10602|There they put off, and for the next march set, 10602|And to some other cause did them acquaint, 10602|In order to be there at another's hest. 10602|But first within these walls they found them foes, 10602|And them they slew with sword, and they felled them also: 10602|Whereof the more parts there were, there with them tost, 10602|Who had them left a prisoner: but they slayne them both, 10602|And with their blood to glut their loathsomers bare. 10602|These slain they slew with axe of their hands, 10602|And that they might them from thence again re-cope; 10602|But when they saw that they by long delay 10602|Were stayd, without more fight they did begin, 10602|They both set forth and went their way; 10602|And that therewith they should of hope some share, 10602|They made an end: so each of them his death 10602|Brought with him hence to his eternal rest. 10602|Of all the fowles, that at that time were found, 10602|That ever did upon the grassie ground, 10602|There was the most for love of flight and flight 10602|Unto the trees had their beak, and dight 10602|Their beaks upon the grassie, so they fled 10602|And out of sight of men, of whom but fewe 10602|That dwell in cities, and live with their lordes, 10602|Such as were seen in sight, the fowle drew in 10602|To the depths of each grove, by him set fast, 10602|That many thousand fathoms was before 10602|Vpwarded: for every winged beast that flyes 10602|From his master, that is sure to flie; 10602|The wombe was fast by them, where she is found. 10602|The fowle with the best part of the grass 10602|Lifted them to the upper skies, with speed 10602|Of their owne power, and all their power was vain, 10602|Tempting the sunnes, that with wings outspread 10602|For joy, they fell to it, though they knew full well 10602|It was an evil thing, and feared not fall. 10602|For they had both full power of their owne will, 10602|And, if love were not so withstood, they thought 10602|To have an aimless sport, as beasts may play, 10602|Which the more powerful to overcome. 10602|So long, love-dearest, as ye dwelt in sight 10602|Of gentle Flora, who was wont to shew 10602|Her face, and with glad words much beh ======================================== SAMPLE 1640 ======================================== 34237|Hear me at night, for the sake of all the dead, 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die! 34237|Let no man sleep! for our hearts are heavy now, 34237|And no man sleeps, if once he don't go fast. 34237|In the dark the dead lie: we look to the light, 34237|To the day's last glance and the last ray of light. 34237|So let us look with courage and tenderness 34237|On the dead who now lie under our feet,-- 34237|Their hopes and fears from this hour are done: 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die. 34237|So let us look to the Light, the Light! 34237|For never yet had Night so bright a dawn, 34237|So glistering a web of light and shade, 34237|As now is stricken the dark from our sky. 34237|In the dark the dead lie: we look to the light, 34237|To the last gleam of the last ray of light. 34237|And ah! we wish them comfort and rest; 34237|The gloom of the night, and the bitter cold! 34237|In the dark the dead lie, and their spirits kneel, 34237|'Neath the weight of this shame on their brow, 34237|With their hopes and fears from this hour grown dim, 34237|All, who in darkness dwell, or hope to die. 34237|And now let us sing the last song of all-- 34237|"_"All hail, ye saints!"_" 34237|"_"To God of Sun and Moon, an holy Priest, 34237|To Him, the Saviour, and all the Angels round; 34237|To the Lamb that was once born on the earth 34237|With the Saviour's mother mild and tender; 34237|To the Godless and persecuting Priest, 34237|The Godless Maker, and his worshippers; 34237|And to all the nameless millions that are yet to be; 34237|To the lone Shepherds, and to the helpless Shepherds' angels, 34237|The Shepherds and their Angels, that will be!_" 34237|The night is long, the moon rides high, 34237|The light is brief; 34237|My dream was sad, my hopes were faint. 34237|A dream of thee, Mary, dear and kind, 34237|In the dim night's chill light, 34237|The soft air on my cheek hath blown, 34237|But thou art far away! 34237|At dawn I woke, and saw the morn 34237|Blot through the misty air; 34237|The skies yet hid the awful day, 34237|But o'er the western plain, 34237|With dusky wings outspread and bare, 34237|A star came forth to see. 34237|No star of light, but, pale and bright 34237|In the red gloom, a lonely meteor, 34237|A beacon gleamed, and pale, 34237|From out the distance borne. 34237|No meteor, but, a light of awe, 34237|A vision vast and dread, 34237|It seemed that all the starry hall 34237|With dread eclipse was hid. 34237|The night was still; the stars were hid 34237|Beneath the misty veil; 34237|And on the air a mingled sound 34237|Of hollow, hollow thunders broke, 34237|That like a heavy chime, 34237|Like heavy, heavy chimes, did ring, 34237|In hideous triumphing. 34237|And like a heavy, heavy chime, 34237|Drowning all harmony and sound 34237|The sound of heavy, heavy chimes, 34237|Lost in the whirl of worlds! 34237|As in the daybreak hour it is 34237|The hope of souls to see, 34237|When o'er an empty world of pain, 34237|The bright, sweet vision beams-- 34237|As in the daybreak hour it is 34237|The hope of souls to see! 34237|I love the sun for his brightness, 34237|His loveliness, his majesty-- 34237|Yet he so often deifies me; 34237|He is my rapture ======================================== SAMPLE 1650 ======================================== 28591|The soul of man is like an ocean. 28591|The soul of man is like a sky. 28591|The soul of man at last shall be 28591|A tree in some green mountain cleft. 28591|No tree in all the world so tall 28591|Shall ever ring with any one 28591|Who hath the gift of singing sad: 28591|A bitter tree it shall be: 28591|And yet, dear Lord, so wise and good, 28591|I think, with all my soul indeed: 28591|That, if it seem some pity's use 28591|To gaze upon, it needth thee. 28591|If thou wouldst keep me all short while, 28591|I must have patience to endure. 28591|A little longer and, dear Lord, 28591|I am undone: 28591|It is enough--I am my Lord, and thou wast my God. 28591|But now the time has come; come gladly, Lord; 28591|What have I to do with time? 28591|It is enough! I trust, without a wish, 28591|To come into the garden of the Lord. 28591|He only waits thee: all thy wants he knows, 28591|Nor any more thy wants shall be. 28591|Now come into the garden, Lord, and go; 28591|What need we more to make thee sweet? 28591|Thy voice is good to hear, and well thy looks 28591|He knows, and he will show thee why. 28591|Lord, for thy sake this hour, I thank thee, God; 28591|Do with me as thou wilt: 28591|The fruit is good, the leaves to withering, and 28591|The boughs are worth the breaking. 28591|My heart is sore to bear; 28591|No pain hath touched the flesh, 28591|Where I have been the slave o' day. 28591|My soul is sick and sore; 28591|No wound can harm the heart below; 28591|The only things I crave 28591|Are thorns and death. 28591|My weary eyes are dim; 28591|I lie upon the bed 28591|Of sorrow, and I cannot see 28591|The sun nor any star. 28591|The darkness, dark as death, 28591|Seems like a body's gloom; 28591|It seems a lifeless weight, and yet 28591|It holds no life or will. 28591|I see, I see-- 28591|But not the path, my Friend, nor 28591|The sun, nor any star-- 28591|But only the earth, and all its lot, 28591|Its earthy dross and dust. 28591|O Lord! what harm, what wrong hast thou done, 28591|That none may pity, none can pen thee? 28591|Why was not thou a soul like me, 28591|A soul of all thy kind before? 28591|I would not be thy slave, only thine 28591|For one hour more! 28591|How could my heart more freely make 28591|Restraint, 28591|Nor know 'twas for my sake I cried? 28591|Thou'rt sad, poor heart! 28591|Yet, still at last, 28591|Thou art content to sleep 28591|Thy sleep. 28591|Be it so; though in this dim, 28591|In this black world, Thou findest rest; 28591|'Tis better, in a deeper sea 28591|Than shoreless ground. 28591|In that, by God, 28591|I love thee more than all, in this 28591|And better place,-- 28591|Thou art, I can but say, 28591|Thou holdest life for ever new. 28591|Thou hast the power to make me glad; 28591|Thou hast the power to make me sad, 28591|Thou hast the power to make me glad. 28591|Thou hast the power to raise or lower 28591|My joys or my woes; 28591|Thou hast the power, my Friend, to take 28591|My joy away; 28591|Thou hast the power--O Lord! it is-- 28591|My heart to win! 28591|Yet, not for that thou art not ======================================== SAMPLE 1660 ======================================== 1471|The air is very thin; the air is very full. 1471|I feel my heart close round my throat, 1471|Thick as a thyre in sea. 1471|Thy hand is fair 1471|That lays 1471|In its soft palm 1471|A flower most pure, 1471|That is more fair 1471|Than this 1471|Tuneful, tuneful one-- 1471|A flower is deadlier-- 1471|A flower more beautiful! 1471|The sweetest song, 1471|The loneliest bird, 1471|Is most lost 1471|Where the wind blows-- 1471|Where the wind blows 1471|And the cold wind 1471|Bears all the flowers to thee. 1471|No flower, but more sweet 1471|Than this 1471|Sweetest flower that 1471|Takes the storm 1471|All over the sky. 1471|Though thy sweet face 1471|It may blow 1471|To the sea 1471|And it blow 1471|To the shore 1471|Of the flower, 1471|Yet thou art a breeze, 1471|Nor a storm, 1471|For the flower, 1471|The wind that takes all things. 1471|Thou art so sweet, 1471|Thou art so great 1471|That thou art 1471|Of the wind that can give and take. 1471|Thou art all things; 1471|Not one little blossom there-above 1471|Is thine, but grows 1471|To thine own full measure, made 1471|Of many seeds, 1471|Sowing itself unceasingly 1471|Through heaven and earth, 1471|Till it is all full-crowned with flowers 1471|And full-grown in every place. 1471|Not only for thy sake I love them so. 1471|For thy sake--but for them 1471|Who are in a like plight with thee--they feel 1471|The love 1471|Of that most lovely mother Nature. 1471|The world is in my eyes--the night is dim with clouds, 1471|The wind blows--the world is not in my eyes. 1471|O sweet, sweet vision... all dreams of sun, of moon, 1471|Of stars the glories of and grass, and the birds' and bees'-- 1471|These are in thee-- 1471|O dream of youth, O dream of man's ambitious mind, 1471|Of time, of beauty, and truth, and the beautiful skies! 1471|O dream that man's as little as a dream of thine, 1471|Dream that love's no stronger than grief for fame's sake! 1471|Sauntering like one I would not let my heart be lonely, 1471|I carry my face to the sun, O world. 1471|I cannot think what things will come to thee in this 1471|world of thy sorrow and strife! 1471|I am not sure to-morrow,--nay, I am not even sure 1471|this moment! 1471|I love this day--this day! [_Ep._ 4.] 1471|I know not by what names these flowers are named; 1471|For still their names are breathings to the heart. 1471|I love this day--this day! [_Ep._ 5.] 1471|O world! O world! [_Ep._ 6.] 1471|O rose, if that be the name thou bear'st, 1471|This dainty little rose, perchance it were 1471|I wove a necklace just of thy leaves; 1471|And if I thought it might be thou might'st, 1471|Perhaps my heart might sweeten to thy name, 1471|As now my love to thee. 1471|I know not what ======================================== SAMPLE 1670 ======================================== 1304|And all that is to do. 1304|To thee, my love, my heart, 1304|Thou, heart of mine, art dear; 1304|What can I do that dost please thee, 1304|That my poor heart do most? 1304|The poor man's heart does all that's fit, 1304|My heart of thine, my heart of fire; 1304|And my poor heart, it is thee, dear maid, 1304|That loves thee best. 1304|Thou, heart of mine, dost thou not hear 1304|My vows, that I make unto thee? 1304|Love, dost thou not deign to look 1304|On this pale face I wear on high, 1304|When down below it all is done, 1304|And I lie low? 1304|Love, dost thou not hear my sighs? 1304|I swear it is enough: thou, heart of fire, 1304|Wilt not refuse the sacrifice 1304|Of a true heart, and a true love, 1304|That love's too. 1304|O fair is love as day, or light, or night, 1304|But fairer is fair love, when done; 1304|And fairer still, when done in peace. 1304|My love is fairer than the day, 1304|And better than her fairest: 1304|Love, I say, is fainter than her eye, 1304|And dearer, than her dearest. 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning, 1304|Forgetting the sad noise of war, 1304|Where many hearts are breaking: 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning! 1304|There 's naught beneath the grass, there 's naught 1304|Upon the uplands, 1304|That a shepherd will not thrust aside 1304|To lean himself upon! 1304|There 's nothing but the plaice's shadow, 1304|And the flow'ret whispering: 1304|Oh, the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|The poor love of a common grave, 1304|That was not made for mourning! 1304|It is a little thing, the pride 1304|Of youthfulness is to be seen, 1304|And the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|It is but a little word, said 1304|As a young man lay, 1304|Or as a child sleeps within his bed 1304|Unto his pillow weeping: 1304|The little love of a common grave 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|The sorrow of a grave is it, 1304|The sorrow of a wife; 1304|Oh, the poor love of a common grave, 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|It 's a little thing, the pride, 1304|The little love of women; 1304|It is but a little word, said 1304|As the man wakes at evenfall; 1304|But, oh, it is the little love of a common grave 1304|That 's not made for mourning! 1304|I 've been many a-wooing, sae meikle red, 1304|And many a bonnie blue day, 1304|But the one that seemed to me the dearest 1304|Ain't the man I knew; 1304|Oh, it 's that wee ca'ng pinnie, Peg! 1304|That I loved the best of all! 1304|And the dearest thing their eyes could see 1304|Was just where my heartmost lay; 1304|And the dearest thing on earth to me 1304|Was that wee thing, Peg! 1304|But every night, when I waked, I cried, 1304|Yet at morn my face as red 1304|And my hair as light as the feathery snow 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 1680 ======================================== 1471|But to the sky and the sea-shell's foam, 1471|O my Love! 1471|(Handsome, handily, the flower upon his lap!) 1471|What art thou, a little flower, 1471|To make the air so full of noise? 1471|Art thou a windmill, a broken broken toy, 1471|To be thrown and caught and smashed? 1471|A break-stone 1471|That none get out of the garden 1471|But the mad dogs that play their houses! 1471|Forgive my silly fear! 1471|For I have kissed his face the last of this day. 1471|What art thou, a flower? 1471|Thy little mouth, and thy little crown, 1471|Thin as the heart on thine arm? 1471|(Sweet, sweet, to the sweet! and the bitter taste!) 1471|Thy tiny white eye, 1471|The place in life where Love will sit 1471|With the sun and I, and no one else? 1471|And the sweet taste of his kiss on my mouth 1471|And the sweets of his breath, 1471|And the soft, cold hand that holds and shakes them? 1471|(Ah, sweet, sweet, to the sweet!) 1471|Sittest, sweet, with a smile of her lips, 1471|Sittest on his knee, in a wreath of flowers. 1471|Sittest by the river 1471|Watching the white clouds go by, 1471|Tossing the streamers of the sun 1471|Tropical and sweet: 1471|Sittest in the midst of the dew-besprent grasses, 1471|With a smile on thy rosy lips. 1471|(Sittest in the midst of the dew-beds and the murmuring mill-wheels, 1471|Laugh, laugh, the old ears of the wind!) 1471|Laugh, laugh, what a wise they were in their day, 1471|Hear, hear, the song that they wove, 1471|Songs of love and songs of joy, 1471|O the sweet and the splendid way they sang! 1471|(Laugh, laugh, the young ears of the wind!) 1471|Laugh, laugh on thy little fingers of white, 1471|Laugh on thy little feet of green, 1471|Laugh on the finger of thy hand, 1471|(Hear, hear, the sweet songs of thy heart!) 1471|Ah, laugh on, laugh on! 1471|Laugh when thy song is done, 1471|Hear when the final note 1471|Sinks in the heart in reproach: 1471|Never do they lie 1471|Songs of love on the tongue of the fool, 1471|Songs of joy in the head 1471|Of a wretch of the world of men. 1471|Ah, laugh on, laugh on! 1471|Laugh, laugh on by the light 1471|Of the eyes that stare it dead, 1471|All thy sorrow and all thy sin 1471|In the sight and heart, 1471|Turned to laughter for aid, 1471|(Songs of joy, Sings of joy!) 1471|And, lo, thy Love, thy Love! 1471|Sings of the sun: it is he, 1471|From his mouth the hot sun steals 1471|Through the leaves and opens, and at last 1471|Through the ground itself I perceive, 1471|So that life and every living thing 1471|Died at his words and light! 1471|(Songs of light, O, songs of light!) 1471|Ah! the sun-heart of my lady 1471|Sits in the sky at rest and shines; 1471|And the night-rose and the spring-time grass 1471|Crown his head and hide him 1471|'Gainst the morning. 1471|(Ah, my love, my sun-heart, 1471|Sing, that my tongue may speak, 1471|In the heat of thy burning breath, 1471|The music of all songs, O, sing!) 1471|Ah! the sunrise-rose, the morning-yellow, 1471|The light of my lady's eyes in them, 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 1690 ======================================== 35991|Of a girl like you who knew all about it. 35991|And she got on to the train, where she found you, 35991|Your wife, Barbara, who had written to her, 35991|And said, you see, you are not to be trusted. 35991|To tell the truth I had a serious quarrel, 35991|And called her a traitor, now, of her love, 35991|Who betrayed me too, when we were eloped. 35991|But I have been a husband to your sister, 35991|And to your wife, Barbara, to your sister, 35991|And to your wife, Barbara, I have been true. 35991|But see, now I have a wife, I can't have one, 35991|No, certainly not, if she's to marry this one, 35991|This one and you are, no doubt, if you see, 35991|She'll grow up to be many things, a mouche, 35991|More here and less there, a madman's wife, 35991|I think, for love of her. 35991|Forgive me, 35991|But this I know, as I say before, 35991|For me it's all one, these letters of yours, 35991|And mine, the love you keep and treasure too. 35991|Now don't tell me my spirit was not there; 35991|We talk about love, but we do not talk 35991|About something so true and comforting. 35991|I am not in the right if you refuse 35991|To make these letters in your face your wife. 35991|It is a man's right and man's duty 35991|To love and help his fellow man, not call him. 35991|You see it's not the love of passion alone 35991|That makes a man a man or holds him free; 35991|It's deeper, and more ardent than that. 35991|Have you put your arm about this woman, 35991|Or touched her in some way, or told her truths, 35991|Or given her any help in any way? 35991|Is she a girl? Or is she a woman too, 35991|As true and loving as you say? 35991|Or, is she all that she seems to be? 35991|Then say the love you have for her is vain! 35991|Say, if she be a girl, how can you trust her, 35991|If, after the first, she be a man, 35991|Or is she all that you say she is? 35991|I know you think this, but don't you see? 35991|The love you have for her is only so. 35991|Have you found it true from day to day 35991|But you don't see why that love should pass 35991|So unappreciated, unappreciated, 35991|As time goes on? 35991|You see I have gone through all these years, 35991|And I'd be sick if I considered love 35991|As anything but a human weakness, 35991|Weak as weakness is in womanhood 35991|When weakness is in womanhood's a weakness 35991|To womanhood. 35991|But love is something in the spirit of man 35991|Which comes to him from God's own spirit, 35991|An element which touches the highest 35991|And most profound, and is incarnated 35991|Through body and through soul, through brain and brain, 35991|The lightest touch, and is incarnated 35991|In outward actions, the action of the hands 35991|And feet, or of the eyes or of the mind. 35991|And if it be a weakness, weakness is that 35991|In human nature, weakness in a woman, 35991|Not strength in human nature--but I know 35991|The weakness is a weakness in you too, 35991|Or you in me if you refuse her love, 35991|Or I in you should reject it. 35991|I know I know 35991|Why I do this, my friend, why I break up 35991 ======================================== SAMPLE 1700 ======================================== 20|Him thus in haste to Heaven his wings unloos'd, 20|And up to Heav'n as Saint from Pan's high roof 20|Slick glided, and right glimmer'd o're the wing 20|That for the Saviour ferried him. The Star 20|Yet mixt with that large host, not far off showed, 20|Bright as a lance, clear shining: At thir approach 20|Saint Peter to his Princes first espied 20|Clear Image, and, with Saint Paul, close by 20|Advancing, a bright fierie Tabernacle 20|Of colour beautiful, and grosse as Heaven. 20|Behold that Spirit, he had guid clear Sea, 20|And Land remote; on either hand 20|Were numerous Martyrs, sweatie of hand, 20|And bloodie scourge them slew them: On the wings 20|Of Heaven high flying, a glorious Tabernacle, 20|Like a calm-seeing eye, he gazeth, and looks 20|On all this Universe, and would essay 20|To speak, but inward Thoughts will sometimes rise, 20|Frowning, and Thoughts that must follow; so all flesh 20|Dark, obscurest, wise, or unfulfill'd, he searches 20|Through night and day; till on the winged prow 20|That flyes before him Starts, flying still 20|Through various shades of Eternal Iole, 20|He finds, or where found, with what name shall last 20|Eternal, and then settle in his mind 20|Through all succeeding Years: till, found and rais'd 20|In Heav'n, such grievous News to utter found, 20|This Sea he pass'd, and in the Son of God 20|Came safely: for from Death he maketh known, 20|His great Manger, him to open Stand 20|Accepting New! He came to bring more Power 20|And to augment his Dignities. 20|As on thir glorious Pontifical way 20|He pass'd, two Natives of Heav'n were seen, 20|Vocabularious; one call'd Greek, the Names 20|Of Principalities and powers in Heav'n 20|Ceres and Bacchus; the other Latin, 20|As is the Liberty of English song: 20|Both Gods though Latium now esteems not, holds 20|Among thir Gods abject, low, and undecayed: 20|Both under Government of a single Power 20|Implacable, destructive, and severe; 20|One Mass, one Triad; twin Gods of threefold kind, 20|With joy extended, with love extended, 20|With life extended, and with life extended 20|Both in perpetuity also lives 20|Both in perpetuity also lives. 20|Both in the EARliest Times both both did keep 20|Homage to th' Gate of Heav'n, by their works thus far 20|Proceeding, to the Gate of his or thir God, 20|Th' eternal Gate: by thir infinite Gratia 20|iat test of Prophecy, foreseeing of late 20|The great Event, when SATAN thence by fraud 20|Will be deceav'd, and through accident 20|Degradable, through foolish tremors impur'd 20|In divers Places under Heav'ns high Steed: 20|Yet not yet he mov'd: the proud attempt 20|Trembled in his Soul indignant, and fear'd 20|Commotion farr off shin'd, and more treach'rous hate 20|Enjoin'd: he on his self sole Comforter 20|Of himself and all his Rage employed 20|In his own Soul, and round him wrauth unbrac'd 20|Rul'd with corruption, rife as erst with Sorrow 20|When the great Parent Mut now makes Tremble fair, 20|And remorseful Anger, now with pale Distress 20|Of som increase, now with disdain resolv'd, 20|Now with wild rage the whole Estate severd, 20|Now more enrag'd, then guilty Courage feign'd: 20|To whom the Tempter with contemptuous look 20|And bitter Reply thus turn'd, and in the Shade 20|Turn'd to the STRENGTH of Man calmA(6) no more 20|Then in the Polar Cloud: "O sad event, 20|This does he ======================================== SAMPLE 1710 ======================================== 8187|"And, if you want some fiddlers--" 8187|(Cried out the "lumber")--" come here; 8187|I've got _something_ to _something_ for you! 8187|"And then, if you want some harmonies, 8187|I'll _make up_ a set with notes I'm playing 8187|The latest Mahler in his _blues_. 8187|"But please don't tarry--_if you get a hundred,_ 8187|A hundred will come right away; 8187|But I've a word here, 'tis very plain, 8187|I _am starving for a dollar; 8187|And I've a word, I'd like but _one_-- 8187|I've a _new_ word to say, my friend!" 8187|_His_ _finger_ (he cried) _was_ near, at last, 8187|When, to his credit, the numbers came: 8187|"A Hundred! O thank you! you're much, I fear, 8187|"Too near the blue, but still, all right!" 8187|And _then_ he played his first song for his friends, 8187|Singing, as if he were but dim, 8187|The happy numbers that his genius rolled 8187|Into the music in his head; 8187|And from his bosom the rich harpsichord 8187|Dropped a flood, that stole into his brain, 8187|Of numbers, as soft as soft as they were strong, 8187|Tuned to the heart his own desired tone; 8187|And, as the orchestra's notes were but few, 8187|Fresher and more full the rising wave, 8187|And--like the waters breaking on the shore 8187|Of some dark river, when the winds of heaven 8187|Are blowing o'er the cliffs that hide it, 8187|But sweeter, though stronger, and more deep,-- 8187|He poured them on with rapturous strain, 8187|Till those that heard the whole went singingly 8187|To be enchanted with their music's voice. 8187|And, when the words were rhymed together, 8187|The sound so soft and yet so strong, 8187|That, while the friends were listening, they went 8187|As if they had been led by the spell 8187|Of those sweet souls, whom Nature, they say, 8187|From the first hour, in boyhood, knew the power 8187|Of numbers, with a charm their own 8187|To waken, and from all the rest 8187|Of the fair town in which they dwelt, 8187|And all the many melodies that float 8187|Around its shores, the one only theme 8187|With which they had in all their songs combined-- 8187|The tones of that first _singer_, whom Nature 8187|Made the great _estheral_ of her lyres, 8187|And who 8187|Had left, as his last happy hours fled, 8187|His own land,--and had left it, no less 8187|For ever, than the last faint sigh 8187|Of that lone mariner, who sits 8187|On the deck of history, with melancholy 8187|And tears of regret, from every hour 8187|Lifting to heaven the last sad sigh 8187|That he can find his lonely bark. 8187|And the "twin notes" that, as the song rolled on, 8187|Seemed all which Heaven to music grants, 8187|Were--tunes, as he played them--like a smile 8187|From his sweet wife and all her charms! 8187|Till now the _first_ song that he had sung 8187|Had been too weakly, and the _second_ 8187|His heart had drifted to a "throbber" full 8187|Of harmony, and he had sung it. 8187|But, while he sat and wove, with thoughtless mien, 8187|Around the new set of chords, a spell, 8187|His heart beat wildly in a minute 8187|Of tumult, far along its way. 8187|And a song, which he had dreamed or heard,-- 8187|It might have been the hymn of the choir, 8187|The closing song of some old ======================================== SAMPLE 1720 ======================================== 1002|On him, who on the cross was crucified. 1002|So to the mountain it turns, that to its base 1002|It may be called, from thenceforth a sign for ever. 1002|And whatsoever way one hasteneth down 1002|Along this ladder, if soul be willing, all 1002|The way returns to where thou didst arrive, 1002|As soon as we return to earth. This place 1002|Is ever illustrious, from the want of her 1002|Who made it worthy of that name so new." 1002|And I to him: "By other pathway will I go, 1002|Than by that goodly discourse alone thou teach me; 1002|For it is written, 'He whosoever shall 1002|Return unto his country, and hath paid the tax, 1002|Is of the angels unto God vindicated,' 1002|(Evid.'s 9th. 9. 11). No one from thence can be 1002|Except a Just Person, and that is to whom God 1002|Due reward is waiting, in the fire of hell 1002|As it is stated in 1 Cor. iv. 15." 1002|Then he turned on his heel, and said: "Along this 1002|The dead proceed, in punishment untold, 1002|And Judas, and the band under arrest 1002|Led by his false guide, and many more beside; 1002|All are here found guilty of some dire sin, 1002|Except what mourners are, who have from loss 1002|Of relatives rescue. O merry, joyous soul, 1002|Look upward to the utmost of the heavens, 1002|There where thou feelest hell first open its jaws!" 1002|And as he turned once more, mine eyes endured not 1002|Not without revolution to the light 1002|Which he devoted to the eddying wind, 1002|When he issued forth so suddenly from it, 1002|Upward across the river unto the sun. 1002|From bridge to bridge, with step alike slow, 1002|The dead passed onward, by successive steps 1002|In lengthened march, till at the very marge 1002|They touch the goal wherein is placed the oar; 1002|And here I stopped my face, and only cried, 1002|"Stop, let me see thee, thou Enlightened One!" 1002|And he to me: "Wherefore dost look so questing 1002|Thine eyes towards the lofty tribunal? 1002|See if thou canst, whether hereafter thou art 1002|Possess'd of more than simple love for me." 1002|As turtlewards a living man, ere he dies, 1002|Draws up his vext side towards the centre, 1002|Visibly it shows where there should be an arrow; 1002|And thus did I, gazing in those eyes, distinguish 1002|Whether at the circumambient air would 1002|Have come again, or from below had gone. 1002|Scarce had I ceased from reaching to my forehead, 1002|Ere upon my right breast more rapid stroke'd 1002|The axlet of a shaft, that issued from it. 1002|A light swiftly coming from on high, 1002|Which seemed from substance different and extraordinary, 1002|And not by eddying of a river through water, 1002|Ran through and touched the phantom obscene. 1002|I turned round face me unto the blessed Seraphim, 1002|And asked of them what had my perplexity means. 1002|And they to me: "In a few moments more 1002|Death to this new abomination thou shalt see, 1002|Unless thou fasten down thy will with firmness. 1002|Think on that privilege, for which those martyrs 1002|For the faith of which thou liest pierced in Hell." 1002|Thus said they; and I straightened my brow and bent 1002|My sight to where after second death I was, 1002|And, persevering in my doubt, I asked them: 1002|"How many times must thou dainty flesh thou chewest, 1002|Before that of two evils thou shalt discern 1002|The favorable and the negative?" "Once," they answered, 1002|"Each takes with sin the other; and therefore thou 1002|Must say that thou chewest the food of life ======================================== SAMPLE 1730 ======================================== 1852|The young man, who was then about to return to his own country, was seized by 1852|The young man was conscious that he was bleeding,--he had been 1852|But, as a man with his life seems to pass, and the mind passes before 1852|In the early morning, the same voice cried in all directions: 1852|That is the sound of the sea-gulls flying from the cliffs. 1852|That is the signal of the night-watch by the lighthouse. 1852|It was night, and from the towers at the head of the river there came the 1852|The young man sank and lay entranced with amazement. 1852|The young man opened his eyes. 1852|He saw nothing, and he rose slowly and slowly toward the bedside; 1852|He saw nothing but a thin sheet on the gravel, and a voice, he 1852|"The Master commands me to rise!" 1852|He raised his eyes, and he saw, from within his room, nothing more--and 1852|I am no poet, but I have learned a wonderful art 1852|In keeping the little things that are best of all things. 1852|What is this thing that has come to thee? 1852|The word he had not even said; 1852|Nor was it the last; nor yet the best. 1852|But as if she wished to speak in his ears. 1852|At the top of her voice, on her lips, 1852|That was the song, and the song alone. 1852|For it was the song that he, 1852|At that moment, had dream'd in his sleep, 1852|And which she had made and had sung. 1852|His heart,--how it rocked! when the note seemed 1852|So beautiful, so beautiful! 1852|His cheek, how it sparkled! Oh, yes, 1852|It was bright as a gem with a name! 1852|The night was very black, and the blackness around him 1852|Swept like a sea; he thought very little about sleeping. 1852|It seem'd to him that the time for sitting was at hand. 1852|And he rose up from his bed, as if he had done it before. 1852|The day had not yet began. 1852|He had seen the day with its sun, and its clouds, and its trees, 1852|And had come, with his watch, into his garden: and there stood, 1852|And with the dawn were the roses which bore his name. 1852|He had come in the morning as if it were to greet him. 1852|He was there--he was there! 1852|His heart, on the brink of his heart, 1852|Moved--and the song, and the song alone, 1852|Where in the morning it must have been sung. 1852|The song and the song alone, 1852|His heart! his heart and his song! 1852|He had come, in the dawning, with his heart to his heart, 1852|And the roses had kissed as he kiss'd them. 1852|For, as to a girl that has lost her first lover, he thought 1852|Of the woman he had lost before the girl! 1852|His heart there was none, but it rose up and murmured, 1852|"My sweetheart, come back, my sweetheart! Come back! 1852|For my heart, at last,--oh, my heart will be seen! 1852|And my heart will be seen!... I will go back, I will 1852|Return, come back!... And what is the worst of it? 1852|"I'll follow her! ... I'll follow her! 1852|I will follow her, and kiss her, and kiss her, and 1852|kiss her, and kiss and kiss!... 1852|And if she--what is the last that she might say? 1852|Come, come! I'll follow her,--and my heart is still mine." 1852|He was up--he was up! 1852|He went to the house, he went into the garden; 1852|And he saw only the roses, pale and white, 1852|Which his soul had so lov'd, and so dearly loved. 1852|He rose--he was up--he was up! 1852|He entered out onto the lawn, ======================================== SAMPLE 1740 ======================================== 16059|El viento fué el tesoro, 16059|Que en vano, se encontrara 16059|Qué lleva cual gana mía. 16059|Todo el rostro, señor Cuellas, 16059|Que con su arrullador se apaga, 16059|Que con otras fortanes tirano 16059|Su vuela luz y hacer lejos, 16059|El mar inuenta la fiesta 16059|De los hombres del mar. 16059|Un arfrisho suelto ejemplo 16059|Un arfrisho suelo loco, 16059|Mas ¡oh tan bastida, oh vuelo, 16059|La espajada riendo lejos! 16059|Y entre veces en penas lumbres 16059|A un casta y a un morto, 16059|Y entre veces en su arrulla 16059|Cuando en las puertas el suelo. 16059|Quando en las puertas veneno, 16059|Tengo de venir en la montaña, 16059|Pasas de asombro se aguardase 16059|Lanzaré por todo en torno. 16059|Y con los ojos á ese ciego 16059|Y en las marts gustan enmuda, 16059|En roncades guerreros nuevos 16059|Entre los más aniversados. 16059|Pero de la tierra tu grandeza 16059|Con fuerza atónita palma, 16059|Y aunque es principio que el cielo 16059|Al llegar de más palmares. 16059|A quién venganza en tu seno, 16059|Y de mi alma como envidió: 16059|«_El cielo á las sentidos 16059|Al cielo á las páramos 16059|Ganado y colosal mentido; 16059|¿Quién mi estar poblobos 16059|A la muerte ó más menos? 16059|Y así á los pies tanto? 16059|Y de ver la vuestro ley 16059|Sin que parece al fin sobreviendo, 16059|Mas por amoroso ley 16059|Tal era la señal de los pies, 16059|De su voz también no parece.» 16059|Y el más grato del pecho 16059|En que se os grande segres; 16059|Quien era oscura y tanto 16059|Y el seso de castillos 16059|En fin tan gocas vuelves; 16059|El amante de su aliento 16059|Se habla el juez fuentel alcalde, 16059|Hariéndose la voz do fuega 16059|Las que pueda tan fué, 16059|Y en los pies de tu prix 16059|Los ecos de oro amarillo 16059|Por las gracias de su seno 16059|El nido de tu honroso sin; 16059|De los alabanas despogió 16059|Te enfrenco atroz, tu sangre y tu grato 16059|Con cuanto estarme enfade 16059|Cual cuanto esplendor se acerca 16059|Por aquel yelo esté de tu bizer. 16059|Dejó aquella un grande tesoro 16059|El cielo de sus pies 16059|Y entre sus palmas despreciado, 16059|Más que el cielo se escucha: 16059|Hay en lágrimas, pues si á niña 16059|Me enmuda á así se entiere, 16059|Y uno de talón parece. 16059|Allí la esposa sonrada, 16059|¡Oh cuánto se están, amiga! 16059|Que el cual ======================================== SAMPLE 1750 ======================================== 615|And the whole land in the field would seem to stand, 615|Where a plain's breadth, half a mile through wood and mead, 615|In ten short laps was trodden by the wight. 615|This while the knight, a warrior so renowned, 615|Had not the prowess nor the arm to fight, 615|Save by that one the lady's shield espied, 615|Which she herself had cast and used before. 615|The first I know, my lady, and I hear, 615|Whence he that shield has turned, to thee I show. 615|The noble knight (with wonder, at whose heart 615|He felt such awe) of royal Charlemagne 615|(For Charlemagne his own and glorious fame, 615|And Charizard's title, which such worth endears) 615|Now deemed the goodliest one of knights around, 615|Now seen and felt, as with the goodly one 615|He stood, in awe and wonder stood the more; 615|So that, in his first step, he made his stand, 615|And with such mighty force the fight defied. 615|Nor less withal the dame the champion did; 615|And, but for him, would have no more withstood 615|She such a charge, or taken so the spear. 615|If he had borne in mind what lady, near 615|Whom he had fallen, and who should have borne 615|A charge to him, had borne that other load, 615|Since he but now was on his feet again, 615|And, though by magic wrought, would do no ill, 615|And could have rescued from the danger there 615|That other he with magic had assaied. 615|In such a cause she might not well refuse 615|To see a cavalier who could oppose 615|Her virtue, and her good address have won; 615|Nor this, nor that: if the sovereign willed, 615|And granted it, her son of the realm should stay. 615|And of his lady no defence had he: 615|She dared not, she alone was left untied. 615|The other, as I said, at first had fled, 615|But that she deemed the dame was to blame; 615|From whom foul sin had done her cause away. 615|This thought her, as she to an old woman said, 615|(A younger and a daintie of her name) 615|That she herself had done that which was done, 615|And she should not be made to suffer further; 615|And that she to the rest might well accord, 615|But she had done so by her lord alone. 615|For had his knight been by a damsel known, 615|Nor in that lady's point the same been held 615|As by herself, her fault had surely died, 615|Nor such such fault was hers, as now is brought 615|To death's door in such a man's despite. 615|Of her past wrong no further had she rued; 615|But thought it good that her beloved's woe 615|Should be the first and last her sorrows told; 615|And that such good befell the lady was, 615|As all that time, a thing not evermore: 615|For she that knight, that damsel, and that man 615|Were of her spouse, and her this evil had. 615|Nor should she ever, if she ever durst, 615|Breathe out a word, nor speak a lesson sore; 615|And that the fault herself had done was found, 615|And that her wily scheme was, by none, 615|The cause and origin of all the dame. 615|And now, that other's fault she ought to bear, 615|She should have had her husband to the proof. 615|To whom with more than the common courtesy 615|The cavalier and damsel gave her grace. 615|She, when in his presence she is seen to stand, 615|(Nor will she, by that order, make delay) 615|Saying, "Sir, (and with the courteous answer made,) 615|I'm a maiden, and am wedded without. 615|A noble knight my lord is, worthy me 615|So far in arms to take my place with one 615|That cannot bear, because to love alone 615|My heart has been united. But that art 615|I hold for best, for which the warrior-sword 615|Of the ======================================== SAMPLE 1760 ======================================== 1365|Then with a sigh he rose, and, as he passed, 1365|Turned to me, with fondened face, and cried: 1365|"My little child! How happy I had been 1365|If thou hadst lived to see thy day of grace! 1365|I never might have deemed it possible 1365|That fate, which fate so nobly achieved, 1365|Should thrust me from the joys which I enjoy. 1365|I thank thee for the hope which still doth keep, 1365|Since life itself has ceased to wither, 1365|My spirit from the grave to raise, 1365|And so live on beyond the grave! 1365|"And, since thou hast agreed to this, 1365|I leave the scene of death and life; 1365|As I have passed into the future, 1365|That is now Aurora's boundless realm!" 1365|He ended, and with gentle voice, 1365|As if his parting words would comfort, 1365|Whispered me: "Thou shalt not perish utterly 1365|Ere thou hast learned to know thy father!" 1365|Then, lifting me by my white arms, 1365|He led me to my father's cottage, 1365|Whither, as all true-thoughting men, 1365|They went with their dear ones into the grave. 1365|So I beheld this garden, spread 1365|With many a ruddy blossom and spreading bloom, 1365|As if all bloomed everywhere. 1365|And all the little lilies, young and fair, 1365|Were looking up to me. 1365|And when I looked at them, a memory 1365|Of those dear years in home away from the world's scenes and cares, 1365|Was in their looks and in their ways. 1365|But they told much of secret life and death, 1365|Of deeds of love, and the grave-dews' sighs, 1365|And all that passes in the earth and air. 1365|The little swallows built the little nests 1365|Of straw in the cedar-tree hollows. 1365|And often, when the night was come, 1365|When the night winds, falling, whispered voices to the leaves, 1365|And the little white stars moved in the upper windows, 1365|With the swallows' fluttering wings, 1365|Out of the darkness of the cedar-tree hollows, 1365|Singing in the green boughs the good old lullaby, 1365|As they built their little nests and dreamed soft sleep in the leaves, 1365|I dreamed, in the valley darkening, of the little white 1365|wings, 1365|The little white fluttering wings. 1365|Then came a great bird with the swiftest wing-beats 1365|The wind blew out the lamps in the inn. 1365|And, with one call to my friends in the green boughs, 1365|The great bird flying was gone. 1365|They gathered in a swarm in the little village. 1365|The fire flamed, but no green leaf fell. 1365|For now when we would come in the night to the little village, 1365|We were afraid, when the lamp-light died. 1365|For there we sat in the lighted door at the fire side, 1365|And we laughed and we murmured in the dark. 1365|But now it was shut. We stood up in the darkness where it was. 1365|And the wind began to howl a cry of despair. 1365|The little village, far away, 1365|Is silent, it seems, as he goes. 1365|It is as if the world held no ear 1365|To what the road-side he hears. 1365|It is as if the road ceased to be 1365|To be a ghost, and vanish away. 1365|It is as if the road could never bring, 1365|And never hear, again that day, 1365|Those words so dreadful, and so faint and low, 1365|And so bitter of uncertain tone: 1365|"It is my sister, and I will die." 1365|"It is my sister, and I shall die. 1365|"Let not the darkness blind thee so! 1365|"But thou, who lingerest in the shadow ======================================== SAMPLE 1770 ======================================== 22374|What's yer thought to be, 22374|That me and mine won't know? 22374|My father's out, 22374|The man that he'd been 22374|W'y, I wish that I was. 22374|And I wouldn't care an e't 22374|If he wasn't. 22374|I'd stand on my head, 22374|And say, "If I didn't know, 22374|I'd think that I could walk: 22374|I'd think that I could 22374|I wish that I was." 22374|A man is in the street who does not say, "You're old and fat," 22374|And is never at home who says very few things to me. 22374|I'm always at home when 'e says "Yes" and "No." 22374|A man is in the street who says, "I'm happy," and then goes on, 22374|"I wouldn't have _something_," and he never can remember what. 22374|But this man does not know a word about aught, and never can tell 22374|A man is in the street who doesn't answer him when he says "Yes," 22374|And then, when _I_ say "Thank ye," and then, when he says "No," 22374|He never can remember the word again. 22374|I've seen two beggars walk to market side. 22374|One was old and had lost his socks and drawers too. 22374|He had on puffy trousers and a blue blouse, 22374|And a pair of old hunting boots on his feet; 22374|His drawers were full of anything you want, 22374|His socks full of "mattresses," and "pulleys," and "pins," 22374|And "bulging britches full of straw and hay." 22374|The pugilist made his game with three or four, 22374|And now he is gone and so is "Tobacs" three; 22374|And "Little Jim," the mouser, is lying dead; 22374|The boy on the top of a broken wain. 22374|So the pugilist can take the game, and 22374|His game can take the pugilist by storm, 22374|And one night from the market way, 22374|With a rowdy and a rowdy and a rowdy, 22374|It's "It's time to be home to tea!" 22374|I have seen two beggars walk from Crib 22374|To the market-place one day. 22374|The beggar said, "I wander wide and lonely, 22374|I envy you and all your walks, 22374|For your views are all in the West! 22374|When you've to cross to the other side, 22374|You can leave your work and pay no heed! 22374|At the turnpike stand you can pull from the road 22374|All the cars you want there, with wheels all set! 22374|It's a very good road you know!" 22374|But a cab pulled up beside him and said, 22374|"Don't go that way, you mustn't, I say!" 22374|And the beggar said, "I don't need no help!" 22374|Then the cabman took him by his coat-tail, 22374|And he drove the cab off him like gangway forties. 22374|"The roads of the West are all in the West!" 22374|The cuss did not laugh! 22374|But the cabman said, "I never will!" 22374|And he laughed and laughed away the anger, 22374|And put the car in a box and buried it in the sea. 22374|And the cuss thought he "was doing his duty," 22374|And bowed down to his foot and cried, "Mother!" 22374|So the cabman went out and the crows did call 22374|"Mother, what is the matter?" 22374|An old woman came and she had a scolding 22374|And said, "Old, old, old woman, what's become of you?" 22374|And the old woman said, "I've taken the job of the man toil!" 22374|And the cabman thought of the good his father had been 22374|Saying to the young man at home, "Don't be ======================================== SAMPLE 1780 ======================================== 27221|To the bright eyes of youth, with smiles unspotted, 27221|Inflamed the young blood's ardent vespers, 27221|Inflamed the young blood's ardent vespers; 27221|And the youthful spirits, quick as shaft, 27221|With lightning-flash, at the bright eyes' malice, 27221|With lightning-flash, at the bright eyes' malice! 27221|But vainly did the youthful spirits chase 27221|The blushes, the lights, and the shadows; 27221|No more their youthful beauties they bequeathed 27221|To the black air, the dark air, obscure, 27221|To the black air, the dark air, obscure! 27221|Inhabited now the haunts of ghosts, 27221|Inhabited the cabins of ghastly ghosts, 27221|Inhabited the cabins of ghastly ghosts. 27221|'Twas midnight midnight! the moon, by night 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|And, 'midst the darkening sea, the bard, 27221|With the dim sea and glowing star, 27221|Watched with a silent delight 27221|The nimble billow of the deep. 27221|'Twas midnight midnight! the moon, by night, 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|Now, full, shone o'er the silent land; 27221|And, 'midst the darkening sea, the bard, 27221|With the bright sea and glowing star, 27221|Watched with a silent delight 27221|The nimble billow of the deep. 27221|To the sweet airs of Morn, 27221|To the purple morn of Spring, 27221|The golden boughs of Autumn we toll, 27221|The red leaf of Season spurning, 27221|O'er mountain, gorge, and streamlet, 27221|From shore to shore we sound the strain, 27221|While Night, her mantle o'er us tossing, 27221|Sheds o'er the landscape her solemn mantle. 27221|See, while we sing, the murmurs of men; 27221|While sunset, and the coming day, 27221|Dreams of the past, and future's, behold! 27221|Spirit of Beauty, deign then to appear! 27221|Show where the human spirit turns to meet 27221|The light of loveliness with rapture glowing! 27221|Hail, then, the radiant hours of Autumn's day! 27221|Hail to you, ye fleeting days and shades! 27221|While the green elm's deep shade is twinkling 27221|Along the river's winding margin low; 27221|While the wild grape's blood-red lurid head 27221|Is sprinkled o'er the craggy cliff's base, 27221|And the waggons' echoes thunder down the glades! 27221|Hail, ye happy Hours, whose fate is sealed! 27221|Ye that with sweet-toned voice declare 27221|The sweet and wholesome virtues of our clime! 27221|Whose magic influence, from heaven to earth, 27221|Conquers alike the wisest sage and sage. 27221|Hail, for thy presence, joyous, gay, and bright, 27221|While a new life your orb imparts around, 27221|The sun, in some retired forecourt, seems 27221|To gaze, perchance, on your placid orb, 27221|And in a lighter breath of thoughts to sing 27221|Your bright name, O Heaven! for all their smiles and tears. 27221|Hail, to thee, dear time of blithe repose! 27221|When, with thy ruddy o'erflowing tide, 27221|The aged year ascends his pilgrimage. 27221|Thy days, O Autumn! are thy balmy rest, 27221|And every want pleases thee in him that knows. 27221|From thy dear hand the grateful apple falls, 27221|Where the pale sprays and blossoms of the spring are. 27221|And Heaven and man alike in every age 27221|To that sweet juice are driven, and thy praise is cried. 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 1790 ======================================== 1030|To get this Act; 1030|It is a vile 1030|And odious thing, 1030|Such a thing should be 1030|For the sake of a man. 1030|My Lords and Madams, 1030|It would be 1030|Of no great good 1030|If it should pass 1030|For the poor of Kent; 1030|In an age of plenty 1030|The poor are still 1030|Hurt by the rich, 1030|And their plighted faith 1030|Is not ever so. 1030|Your Lordship, &c. 1030|So if your Lords 1030|Should by this act be 1030|Turn'd into poor, 1030|And all the good folk 1030|Fall into the hands 1030|Of the great masters, 1030|We would be obliged 1030|To ask leave of the King 1030|That he his kingdom 1030|May not put to grave, 1030|So we are not long 1030|In passing your Lords, &c. 1030|So, Madam, be up, I have nothing yet to say to you; 1030|The day is almost come, and my late late departure 1030|For want of pleasure or company 1030|To Covent-Garden comes back again. 1030|A short time ago you were ill of late, 1030|(Not well, but scarcely so, I guess), 1030|But that I knew you now, is the thing, 1030|That I can't well excuse, 1030|Since I am glad, however short, 1030|That you are up again. 1030|Have you a fault or do you want a law? 1030|I'm sure, it is a fault of mine, 1030|To force me sometimes, at the same time, 1030|To be sober, to give up wine, 1030|To have a conscience and be clean, 1030|Though I can't help it. Oh! what a change, 1030|To have you in the house again! 1030|A bad law's a good one to curb your will, 1030|But a good law's a good thing to keep; 1030|But a bad law's a bad thing to love, 1030|For it may give you pain all the same. 1030|A bad law's a bad thing, it's true, 1030|But I wish I could say as much 1030|As I have now to justify 1030|You when you say you love me too. 1030|I cannot be true to myself 1030|When you do not love me the same; 1030|And I ne'er could be true to thee, 1030|Were I not thine, forsooth, 1030|If I should love thee, my dear, 1030|And not love to be. 1030|We are all like one body; 1030|For, while it gives us joy, 1030|It gives us sorrow too; 1030|For we do hate it, and despise it 1030|Before we get it. 1030|'Tis an ancient maxim, but as true 1030|As that great precept in its nature 1030|Which is, "Let Fate alone preside," 1030|Though often given to it. And then, 1030|As well in man, who of life's affairs 1030|Lies most at ease, if it is unwise, 1030|As in the savage wild beast, when 1030|It first looks on the manger, and when 1030|He comes as a child to Bethlehem, 1030|If the first thing she does when she sees it, 1030|Is to bite it from root and stem; 1030|And the second I can see no cause, 1030|That she fears it, since she will do't to save it, 1030|But yet she will not bite it, as she ought: 1030|Or as a young lion, when he comes 1030|Into the middle of a marsh or quarry, 1030|And sees out all the kennels and burrows, 1030|And the beasts that play in them; then he is sure 1030|'Tis safe to enter, and will quickly tell 1030|Whether 'tis safe or not; if it be safe, 1030|Though the bottom is ======================================== SAMPLE 1800 ======================================== 1855|And that he'd be his own good master 1855|Wherever he went. 1855|He asked no other thing, 1855|He smiled like a boy; 1855|His hands were strong, his heart was good; 1855|He had nought to give. 1855|When first that young lassie wed, 1855|That young lassie and that young ladd 1855|In life's sweet morn, 1855|When first that young lassie wed, 1855|The dew fell heavy and dry; 1855|But there was a flower upon 1855|That young lassie's bridal bier. 1855|The dew fell heavy, the flowers died; 1855|Yet through it all she ever wist; 1855|And there's no flower that ever wist, 1855|But was an answer sweet to her. 1855|We'll never meet again. So run; 1855|We'll never meet again. 1855|We will walk through the valley of tears, 1855|With a little brown shepherd-love, 1855|Whose heart is a little brown rood, 1855|Whose love is a little brown sheep. 1855|We have been apart so long without a word, 1855|In our dreams so far, we have seen no day; 1855|I will weep and I will rejoice, and we will part 1855|By the green valley of tears, and we will meet no more. 1855|The hills have seen us, and the valleys have heard; 1855|The peaks have spoken us; the woods and winds have spoken, 1855|All the voices in the soul of man or maid, 1855|Or a lady of song, or the muse's own lay 1855|Whose soul went noiselessly up when she should be, 1855|Of her own love, how long? When love is a thing 1855|Their voices will tremble and let none speak, 1855|And the hills shall never tremble and know. 1855|A light has fled from the valley of tears, 1855|That night was a storm, and the sea-wind shrieked: 1855|The waves were black, the waves were blue on the shore, 1855|Where we met, O my love, where we met, blind and deaf. 1855|The hills have seen us, the valleys have heard; 1855|They know all the meanings of all the years; 1855|Our love is of the sea, where the rocks are blind, 1855|And our love is of the sea, that has been his own. 1855|Whose love, and whose sea-shot land's, is that fair sun? 1855|Whose hand, o'er an empty desert's purple waste, 1855|Bids the great sea of earth its golden flood renew? 1855|I ask not where he lies and sleep not dim 1855|The golden splendour of the light he shines through now, 1855|Because I know he loves, and that he loves me still. 1855|They said there was death and the grave and death's debt 1855|In her dark eyes, 1855|And she gazed out at the sea as it lay; 1855|She murmured, 'I am the soul of the sea', 1855|And the waves went down, 1855|And the sands of the sea were lightened of hue. 1855|She was the soul of the sea, and the soul of the sea, 1855|And God sat down 1855|Where the golden sands of a thousand years lay, 1855|And a silence fell, 1855|And the sun came up to the waves again, 1855|And the sunset grew dim and faint and bright 1855|Beneath all the lights of the world and the stars. 1855|The hills have seen us, and they hear us now. 1855|She never said 'We love' again, but she slept, 1855|And the sands of the sea, 1855|And the hearts of the sands of the sea were light. 1855|Whose hand, o'er an empty desert's purple waste, 1855|Shines out at last? 1855|The waves of the sea are lightened of hue. 1855|Who shall go down by that sea still, for ever? 1855|The waves have heard, through all the wandering years, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 1810 ======================================== 13649|And the children and the maids 13649|Are in a state of joyful wonderment! 13649|Ah yes! they know the tale! It is told 13649|By the boys and girls, 13649|From the nursery-room 13649|In the morning-chime: 13649|They'll know in a few years' time. 13649|Oh, say not you're a sinner! 13649|I'll have a good-bye to that! 13649|They've a little garden plot; 13649|Here's a rose to kiss or tear, 13649|And this one's all that I need 13649|To make my heart and head heat; 13649|Then come, and prance and pare, 13649|Here's a bag of prattle, you shall hear! 13649|How happy my dear! 13649|And here's your little book, 13649|So dusty and heavy it's dust? 13649|Now, do you know 13649|That if this book 13649|Was worth 13649|(Tho' it was not bound in leather), 13649|You, like me, 13649|Should have seen 13649|For the first time on this earth 13649|A lady with a baby-boy? 13649|I should be a happy rhymster, if I'd but read the poet. 13649|And he's a poet, I'm certain, with the very best taste in poetry 13649|"Come back! Come back! and come quick; it is late." 13649|Who can escape the watchful eye of fate? 13649|With every step that I've moved I'm a _little_ late. 13649|The feet of a horse that is running are not more sure than my foot_. 13649|And here's my little book,--the day's a blank; 13649|It might happen that way to any day. 13649|I'll just write on the ground "This is a little past." 13649|And I'll write "This is a little past,"--there, you see. 13649|Who ever has read a book would say, "The author surely has done it." 13649|And the fact that some children think it a sin 13649|Not to know the name of the story or the world is shown in 13649|When they don't want to know it. 13649|You think that people are not aware of the name 13649|Of the story or the story? Then you are right. 13649|'Mong men and nations I was called the King who killed it, 13649|The Priest that slew it. 13649|I've a little poem on the same subject; 13649|There's a thing of my poems all over the country! 13649|And there's a thing of my poems all over the world! 13649|They call me a fool 13649|For sitting down at home and waiting; 13649|But my books--my books, they _are_ the only things 13649|For which I _do_ deserve the name that I give. 13649|I have learned that the human mind is full 13649|Of things of a wondrous and enchanter-like kind, 13649|And that, like an enchanter, I have slain 13649|A woman who would not _have_ to die. 13649|I have learned that I _do_ deserve my name, 13649|And if I've been a bad enchanter, why, 13649|I have lived _once_ upon the greenwood scene, 13649|And lived _thus_, among the wild and green; 13649|_This_ is the reason,--which is not the least 13649|Of what _I've done_; and this _is_ the more to say, 13649|That,--when I _die_, I'm not the last of my race. 13649|And, dear friend, _it's_ plain what has _fallen into_: 13649|That, when a writer has done _something_,--even now,--_it_ is 13649|Not a thing that has a sound to restore. 13649|The truth about the dead is a little bit sad to say: 13649|There is nothing, save a name, to give the dead a rest: 13649|The thing that will live forever will not know its own name, 13649|And the thing that has made everything and anything cry ======================================== SAMPLE 1820 ======================================== 24897|Of its own lustre, and its own light. 24894|The old, old story, which will never die, 24894|When each year anew remembers how 24894|It was told, but still untold the truth, 24894|When it came, in its full force, to all men's ears. 24894|Yet how much is known, and how much is hid, 24894|At winter's end, when men forget themselves, 24894|And when, in winter, in the summer sun, 24894|Their hearts are heavy with the weight of grief. 24894|Yet in the summer heat, and in the summer sun, 24894|Our hearts, though lighter, are no lighter; 24894|And when our eyes are heavy in their dreams, 24894|And we no longer in our youth remember. 24894|But thou, for whom all summer's smiles are dead, 24894|For whom the old, old story is a thing 24894|Of which we no longer are told the part. 24894|The youth is gone, and he hath been consigned 24894|To the first task which all young men must play,-- 24894|To lead men to their destiny. 24894|And the old, old tale, of the summer days, 24894|And the old, old song, of the youth gone by, 24894|Will be told by each new day, by each hour, 24894|When we no longer in our hearts may dwell. 24894|Then may he, who hath been with us, remember, 24894|And still remember those fair days; 24894|And our hearts be lighter when we say 24894|To old and young, the new youth shall be 24894|His oracle, or better yet 24894|The old, old story, which we no longer hear. 24894|When youth and peace are gone, 24894|And a new star in its sky 24894|Of a soul shall shine; 24894|O'er a land once more I'll roam, 24894|In sorrow and in sadness bent; 24894|But I'll not pine for air 24894|Nor for the earth, for which in youth we mourned. 24894|The youth is gone, and his path is bleak; 24894|He cannot see the land where we went; 24894|And, in his absence, a new life befalls 24894|The young men as they travel the plain. 24894|And they can hear the torrent roar, 24894|And the wind of autumn howl around. 24894|But I'll not pine for air, 24894|Nor the earth, for which in youth we mourned. 24894|The flower of childhood's hour is dead, 24894|And the fair flower of youth is nigh. 24894|Now comes the young man from the far-off skies, 24894|And he'll bring the flowers again. 24894|To be with the young children 24894|Of the fields in the morning 24894|Shall be all I desire, 24894|As my love has led me, 24894|And its voice hath soothed me, 24894|And its breath hath soothed me, 24894|That the flowers of hope be near me, 24894|And the gladness of my land. 24894|The youth is gone, and his path is dim; 24894|No one now follows, no one knows: 24894|But to the fair young children, 24894|They shall guide me, if I fall. 24894|They'll look with delight on my despair, 24894|They'll smile and greet me with greeting, 24894|And they say they see that to me 24894|My life hath naught but good orison. 24894|When youth and peace are gone, 24894|And the new Star on the hill, 24894|Like a bright smile in my heart's-blood 24894|Shall be blent with the valley. 24894|I'll wander forth and wander forth, 24894|To that land where dwells the brave, 24894|And where no stormy summer hides 2489 ======================================== SAMPLE 1830 ======================================== 30332|She came to the place where the temple stood, 30332|And there she found a crowd of fairies there, 30332|Who came to offer gifts beneath the tree 30332|Of that enchanted woman. The white boys 30332|Had flowers of wonder, the fairies' gifts 30332|Were lilies, and some had painted things, 30332|And some were seated upon purple beds, 30332|And all in a row were fairies all, 30332|Crowning themselves, and their laughter rang 30332|From the pure flowers underneath that tree. 30332|But from the midst there came a great white cloud 30332|With many wings; the clouds had grown so white 30332|They seemed of water; and no man saw 30332|Save that which lay on the green hillside 30332|Through the blue sea of the air. "Ah, God!" 30332|The king heard them, "and they would keep 30332|For some great evil the white clouds did. 30332|For we, forsooth, must have a mighty end; 30332|We give them all to them!" 30332|Then a great flood 30332|Rushed out of the clouds towards him down, 30332|And all the clouds were torn by it out; 30332|And therewithal came a great tumult of songs-- 30332|There was a great river rushing by, 30332|A mighty river, that the kings might hear. 30332|But the great river, with the great waves breaking, 30332|Broke up into many little rivers, 30332|And the little rivers rose up in their stead, 30332|And filled the earth, and there they slept awhile, 30332|Alone of all in the land of the twain. 30332|But when a great flood 30332|Rushed through the valley, and the strong white king 30332|Trembled in fear, and quaked and quaked again, 30332|And there amid his dreams did he awake, 30332|And heard the sound of his own name chanted; 30332|Then all his heart melted in his throat, 30332|As with a great thrill he awoke, 30332|And thought, "What doth this mean? what must be done 30332|To bring the God to this world of men 30332|And this wild land of fairy people?" 30332|So turning from the white, proud city 30332|He wandered on, and on, and on, 30332|Through the dark streets of the old city, 30332|Until at last his vision seemed 30332|To be caught by some far, windy hill, 30332|And then he knew the place, and was lost, 30332|And walked in a new strange world alone. 30332|But presently he saw the city 30332|Waving out into the night, 30332|And the very walls of it were fair, 30332|Like clouds, for it was so still and white; 30332|And at the golden top of the tall gate 30332|He stood, and lo! there lay a crowd 30332|Of women, in their veil's and bands, 30332|And of the white and green-gleaming bands 30332|Blue, yellow, green; nor did he think 30332|That by some unseen thing the folk 30332|Had been invited to this feast. 30332|Yet had he heard strange music, and seen white-wool wrappings, 30332|And the pale-faced maidens singing, and bright-eyed boys 30332|All laughing, together, and at rest; 30332|And with her face against the blue wall 30332|At last an old man spake, "Now, now, man, 30332|The maiden must have a man asleep 30332|Who she may kiss with all her might, 30332|And let me have all my dues that day; 30332|Or else I'll take all I am due, 30332|And take no more, and kiss the king no more." 30332|Then said the king, "That makes no difference, I trow; 30332|As long as ye consent to it I'll do't; 30332|But now I pray thee tell me the reason 30332|As I have looked aforetime in my book." 30332|And the old man spake to him, "It is said 30332|That there was once in this place once more 30332|The ======================================== SAMPLE 1840 ======================================== 5185|And the wind of the North Wind came o'er, 5185|Came with the breath of the North-wind 5185|O'er the waters thickly straining. 5185|Thereupon the hero young Lemminkainen 5185|Threw his net across the water, 5185|O'er the water faint the fisherman 5185|Took the net of Lempoilleuté, 5185|In he laid it near the water, 5185|Laid the limbs inside the net; 5185|There he kept him fast for nine days, 5185|And the tenth day found the fisher 5185|Saw the net no longer fitful, 5185|Saw it fit for nothing then, 5185|Could not fish his food in safety 5185|From the loom of Noahu-sli. 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5185|Spake these words in supplication: 5185|"Ukko, thou O Gods above me, 5185|Thou the Father of the Heavens, 5185|Thou the father of the heroes, 5185|Open now the net for me, 5185|Open the net for Ilmarinen 5185|To his father's will lead him, 5185|Lead him to his cheering walls, 5185|Leader of his people be he, 5185|To his father's fatherland, 5185|There to learn the melodies 5185|And the Hya-son's songs delight him, 5185|Songs of war and songs of peace. 5185|Let him journey Northward wandering, 5185|Let him journey thence a third way 5185|To the ancient home of Wirokun, 5185|To his mother's ancient tower-home, 5185|There to learn the songs of mystery, 5185|Legends of his paternal home. 5185|"Should these measures prove inadequate, 5185|Others may try these renditions; 5185|Others may extend the hypothetical draught; 5185|Should these measures prove inadequate, 5185|Some one else will suffice for me; 5185|I will make him rich in magic, 5185|I will give him great Ilmarinen. 5185|I will make him wise and craftsman, 5185|I will give him knowledge rare and wondrous. 5185|Him who drew the curtains from the chamber, 5185|Whom the curtains made to tremble, 5185|Was avengeant deed unworthy 5185|Of the blacksmith, Ilmarinen. 5185|O'er the vessel rose the smoke-wreath, 5185|To the waists of nine the flame extended, 5185|To the head of Ilmarinen, 5185|Sparks leapt up to heaven from the furnace, 5185|Fire from the smith issuing brightened, 5185|And from Ilmarinen's eyes shone 5185|Many a time the star of Havanna, 5185|Flashed across the blue-back of heaven. 5185|When the fiery sparks had vanished, 5185|When the fiery stokes had ceased their thunder, 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Sang one day and then a second, 5185|Sang the third day as well as he, 5185|And again, and yet again, 5185|Sang the hero, skilled and willing, 5185|When the sun was shining over, 5185|Sun-kissed day of happy singing, 5185|When the sky was fair and cloudless. 5185|Then the minstrel, Lemminkainen, 5185|From his ample stores of magic, 5185|Made the following answer judgment. 5185|"Now, my merry brothers, focus 5185|Your attention in this direction, 5185|Draw your blades from out your holders, 5185|Let us test our war-axes in safety, 5185|On this day our most fatal peril, 5185|If the knife, with fatal point impending, 5185|Should be permitted to harm you not, 5185|Or the hatchet turn your figures upside-down." 5185|Then away they all directed 5185|To their war-poles and mangers; 5185|But the knife was left unguarded, 5185|And ======================================== SAMPLE 1850 ======================================== 25340|"What is that which I saw last night?" 25340|"The clouds are there--and so are you. 25340|"How did it pass?" with all the air 25340|Of that sweet, dimly starry eve. 25340|"What did you do with that fair head 25340|While I stood here, by that bright lake?" 25340|She answered; and the same cold brow 25340|Which had so much perplexed my soul, 25340|Had now a look which did not brook-- 25340|"And I was happy?"--"Nay, not so: 25340|"I lost, perhaps--and lost alone." 25340|"But when I went to bed, you told 25340|What I should do, and how, 25340|And when I woke to breathe, still sad, 25340|I saw my love the same."--"Nay, none 25340|Like you--and that I did not dream." 25340|"Then it must a truth be!" "Nay, nay." 25340|"Then it must be true, at least to all!" 25340|He rose--and turned his eye upon me; 25340|I knew his heart, and knew his woe. 25340|I left the room; and yet I saw 25340|His gloomy eyes were soft and full-- 25340|"Come with me, Love--come with me, Love!" 25340|And then he turned, and, like a child 25340|I followed in his wake. 25340|The night is dark and dreary when Love's heart is desolate 25340|As he o'er the hill-tops rolls his lonely sorrowing way. 25340|Yet when the day has ceased its stream of soft light and heat, 25340|Love may smile on him and look upon him as he lies. 25340|His own light is a flame with which, when he may see 25340|He will not be old and dark, but in a brighter sphere 25340|Rise to his call, a Godlike child in the world to be. 25340|And when I die, I'll go where Love shall not molest, 25340|Where my spirit shall be blest in realms as purer; 25340|Where no foe shall ever try my soul with insult, 25340|Nor my name be printed on a tomb whose marble shows. 25340|I'll find the fountain as the mountain-water run-- 25340|Not any shade of sin can dwell there,--no, not any! 25340|I'll find the holy calm beneath the sacred shade, 25340|And that too for life--the spirit that is nought. 25340|All is a shame--the world is only a lie -- 25340|I'll lose myself in God's immortal majesty; 25340|Heaven and earth and all that men have ever known 25340|Shall have a secret in that soul that is not earth. 25340|Love is no more--I shall not breathe that name; 25340|No more shall men with sighs and vows repeat 25340|The breath of sighs that lover's soul would trace; 25340|Oh, I will keep thee more, my faithful dove! 25340|All that I thought and dreamed thou wert not meant for-- 25340|My heart would find thy spirit far too far. 25340|I may not see that orb where all is day, 25340|Or hear the angels' hymns in their bright choirs, 25340|I may not touch with earthly breath her dew, 25340|Or know the kiss of her that I shall love no more. 25340|My heart is sick with sorrow--I know not when, 25340|But every day, till earth grow dim and old, 25340|My heart is filled with sighs and broken vows, 25340|And all thy kisses are but as kiss of pain. 25340|Oh, come to the wild wood, and let me rest 25340|By a proud tree's green side upon the stream; 25340|Then let the wild wind steal upon the sea, 25340|And whisper in my ear those bitter moans 25340|That were not born in my soul, but thou wouldst be-- 25340|The life I have striven to win thee from the dust. 25340|And then--to me, sweet Love, let my heart rejoice, 25340|And learn to love thy soul as mine the dust: ======================================== SAMPLE 1860 ======================================== 1004|For it is never unripe which it has held. 1004|There is no noise, no murmur, whatever, 1004|In this place, and yet a stillness there is 1004|Which is not around; and in a space 1004|More conspicuous 'twill make itself, where 1004|It meets a circle in the heaven, 1004|Where all things move, if they be not too sound. 1004|From what I hear of dwells it safely free 1004|Within this mountain, which seems to have 1004|For floor, since not far distant from itself, 1004|The granary of the high-built vault." 1004|And as he said, he showed a place in view 1004|In such sort, that the eye might follow there; 1004|And near that point stood the corslet round 1004|Wherein the dragon of Ignorance was stowed 1004|The spoils of his principal enemy. 1004|"O thou who showest forth so wonderful great 1004|And ample every one striking with disdain," 1004|The poet said, "who seest one beast left, 1004|And takest another from me to fly, 1004|And when thou seest me returned again, 1004|Call to mind from whence these things have been, 1004|Whom God hated sorely in his former life. 1004|Call to mind from whence thou didst away 1004|The Martyr, and didst cast the Holy Spirit, 1004|Because of mortal passion dowered so much; 1004|For if the holy nature of the man 1004|That was sanctified by thee was neglected, 1004|How may the purer spirits, theirs already cleansed, 1004|Return not to their Maker so diswhoved? 1004|Thus calling unto mind your former lapses, 1004|And that while power was given to each to cheat 1004|The Holy God, do thou again remind them 1004|Of their first negligence, so that pity 1004|May be moved to give them hold on truth more strong." 1004|"Ravenna, Florence, Trent and Frankfort, 1004|Each century returns the beast again, 1004|Nor is it otherwise with souls when they 1004|From evil unto good draw their allowance; 1004|Nor is it otherwise with bones than with a string 1004|When taken in great numbers to the music. 1004|Only by the grace of God is it prevented 1004|That from these dulcies the souls may be freed, 1004|So that each memory may go with it as sound, 1004|As each vibrates on the finger of the death. 1004|But if perchance thou doubt, remember just now 1004|How I was with the living gods transported, 1004|When Jove, Hyperion, and the twin sisters 1004|Dismiss'd them from above, so that they landed 1004|Here on earth by which the Universal 1004|Imp of all the universe is impregned. 1004|With these I took the head of that cold rock 1004|Which at the left hand is the ascent of this; 1004|And set it to my lips, even as he did 1004|Who gave the royalty under whose banner 1004|The Romans were reigning, and for which 1004|Three thousand years and more the republic 1004|Has not been by people or by people slain. 1004|He who purges the world before its time 1004|Must have the labour applied to him; 1004|Nor is it from the goodness of the world 1004|That it comes to pass that he purify; 1004|But it has mercy only, seeing that God 1004|By grace enjoins it, even as thou dost now. 1004|He whom the vision of the soul doth portray 1004|Comes not to our blindness, but our inward 1004|Grace that unto us it may reveal itself. 1004|Now know that of the gates of Hell a magistrate 1004|Is vested, and a just one, I believe, 1004|With the power to shut them against the mare. 1004|And he must make piteous see the crime that is 1004|Based on his own sin, and unto him 1004|Must the restitution be divided. 1004|If he retain the guilt of everlastingly 1004|Upon his ======================================== SAMPLE 1870 ======================================== 14757|We've watched her down to earth below; 14757|I hear the sound of her voice, 14757|Her hands and feet and mouth. 14757|"I've been to the next circle 14757|By my country's right, 14757|You are mine again. All is well with you. 14757|"I'll never fight you yet, 14757|For the sake of a man, 14757|But you shall pay dearly; 14757|Go up with the other. 14757|"I know you well." 14757|"I'll never fight you yet." 14757|"I shall do it then. 14757|You shall pay dearly; 14757|Go up with the other. 14757|"I need no weapon. 14757|I'm going with you." 14757|"You shall fight me. 14757|But if you should fall, 14757|I shall miss you here. 14757|"I need no weapons." 14757|So he gave her his hand, 14757|They took horse, they rode away. 14757|But the old widow sat 14757|In the cold ashes of the dawn; 14757|They rode in the woods so far. 14757|By the creek in the moonless gray; 14757|By the swing in the trees above, 14757|And the birds' low, sweet melody, 14757|And the flowers' white stars that slept 14757|Under heaven's cloak of blue. 14757|She was old, and her face was white, 14757|Her voice was low and frail and clear; 14757|"We shall be brave," she said. 14757|By the swing in the trees above 14757|They came to where the light lay dim 14757|Like a white ghost shining through; 14757|And they saw the creek, and heard it flow 14757|Cold and quietly away. 14757|They climbed the creek and they saw it go 14757|Faster than ever men had been 14757|'Twixt the dawn and the eve; 14757|And the light on the hills was dying, 14757|And the creek, like a boat that floats, 14757|Sang by the swing in the trees. 14757|They saw the light. The old widow 14757|Stared at it from the dead tree crown. 14757|"We shall go up," they said: their feet 14757|Came down to the creek, and down, and then 14757|Came again to the light; and then 14757|Somewhere the light was dying 14757|And fading far behind, 14757|Far down, like a boat that floats. 14757|In the town of Beversam, 14757|Down the road to Bolesberry, 14757|Buses lay packed in rack; 14757|Waiting-women in black, 14757|Waiting women in crimson: 14757|Buses from the town of Beversam, 14757|Dripping under the moon. 14757|Down the road to Bolesberry, 14757|Rushing down its cobbles: 14757|Winding up the stumps of cobblestones, 14757|Swift and silent as a saw. 14757|Buses from the town of Beversam, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age, 14757|Stiff as a saw in a stone-age: 14757|Hauling, hurrying at a go, 14757|Till they came to the O. E. bridge, 14757|Over the river to Bolesberry, 14757|Where the ruts are deep and narrow, 14757|Stuck in the clay so tight that 14757|It is not safe for man to cross. 14757|The river is cut deep into rock: 14757|One could cross a maul to the other 14757|With but little under an oar. 14757|A stranger walked up the hill-side, 14757|Tired and hot, to pray at night; 14757|The bells were all hung on the door: 14757|He prayed in Aram, loud and clear, 14757|But he prayed without the gate. 14757|He walked up the hill-side; 14757|He did not mind the latch; 14757|He prayed in Aram, loud ======================================== SAMPLE 1880 ======================================== 20586|When the day's ended the world is so gay, 20586|It cannot hold me!" 20586|Then she took up her crook, and she said: 20586|"I can give you something; 20586|I was a nurse, and I can give you something 20586|That will make the baby laugh." 20586|Then he took up his crook, and he said: 20586|"I can give you something, indeed, 20586|But I do not make nurses; I am one 20586|Who went away." 20586|All the cows in the valley 20586|Cried to the Moon, 20586|And they said, "O, make her 20586|A little bigger! 20586|She has always been so very big, 20586|That, if you but held her straight and tall, 20586|She might beat all the pussies on the street. 20586|O, do not give her to me; 20586|I could eat them right through!" 20586|But the Dog-star replied, 20586|"No, do not! for if you did, my dear, 20586|You might please the Mother-glory round about; 20586|For she sometimes changes into a bull, 20586|And fights with the cattle, 20586|Wherefore you should keep her small." 20586|She was very small, 20586|Till a little way 20586|A large cow was born there, 20586|To keep away her foes. 20586|They went to pasture, 20586|Down in the meadow, 20586|They sat upon the hillside, 20586|Till the day was done. 20586|She carried a crook, 20586|And said, "Can this be I, 20586|That has come here to play?" 20586|The little brown owl stood by, and said, "Nay! not so! 20586|Why, 'tis but a little owl indeed, I fear! 20586|Is it you?--the wise owl that weeps at night? 20586|It is but you!"--and vanished and was gone! 20586|A Child's Prayer in a Garden 20586|A little child, innocent and wise, 20586|Sang in the garden, 20586|Over a bit of blue-grass path: 20586|"Oh, I love the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|And I love to watch them as they come; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring, 20586|When they peep, with a sudden sound, 20586|Down from the yonder hazel bough. 20586|"Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|They are bright, indeed, more bright 20586|Than the sun in heaven descends; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring; 20586|Loving the blue-bells of the spring, 20586|When they twinkle on the eaves, 20586|Ablaze in the eastern skies. 20586|"Dearest Father, send thy love; 20586|Let me go hence and far; 20586|Let me never more behold 20586|The blue-bells of the spring; 20586|And so, my dearest, I can go 20586|To thee, and sing as I have sung, 20586|From the first hour that thou art true." 20586|The Child, who listened to the song, 20586|Sang thus--in tones that had a wild 20586|Softness of sadness and delight; 20586|And his harp, that in so ordinary wise 20586|Reading seemed to answer every word, 20586|As he softly flowed from foot to mouth, 20586|All soft and silver in a mist of song, 20586|Touched with tones of passion, grief, and fear. 20586|When the Child came, the darkness passed; 20586|And the dawn, with freshness and with light, 20586|Blossomed over Rome; and, wandering in 20586|The Garden, he heard Spring's flowers appear. 20586|The old Man's smile 20586|Struck on him like a sudden lightning: 20586|And the first flowers that in a row 20586|Blossomed on his marble garden ======================================== SAMPLE 1890 ======================================== 1003|And after, 'O ye three, of whom it behoves 1003|That I make trial, if it please you that I 1003|Remember him whom Thomas the taster was,' 1003|I said, 'the loiterer, and he who took in 1003|The pool, by impulse of his nature possessed, 1003|When he the mountain was which makes the rain 1003|Dauntless, and he who in the merry season came 1003|Up through the valley, but now is lost: 1003|For as I saw him ere he rose upon him, 1003|Attentive to his feet, I said, 'He goes 1003|A little impeded, beatific sign!' 1003|Whereat those three, despite their armour bright, 1003|Drew near unto me, and from them I turn'd. 1003|When I was within the imperial hall 1003|Mount Puer, where the BaptISmas store is, 1003|E'en as a mouse some perler 'scorpion' draws 1003|Overawed with the biting nettles, I 1003|Held near the portal, whereat a spirit drew 1003|Me up, and held me down with this exerti 1003|And this dominion, until he civilly 1003|Instructed that upward went no further route." 1003|No sooner to my view the higher space 1003|There came a motion resembling a dream, 1003|Than of going up therefrom I was become 1003|Associate, but from his own eyes I saw 1003|The sun transverse in the sign which is stretched 1003|In the sign of Aquarius reviving, 1003|And in the sign of Tarje now sinking. 1003|"Now when Cecilia was in this paradise 1003|Maternal, her knowing offspring, it happened 1003|That she from her own cognizance, so far 1003|As ap Roy he bought the higher price, drew him 1003|Therefrom, who gave her the church treasure now. 1003|And such deserts she in later times repent! 1003|Forese, che sa ma piede e giovine 1003|Senno, che l'amor morte di mannu, 1003|Che mancer mannisi ben trova maggior." 1003|This legend of the church is purely interpolated; the passages cited 1003|are from Tertius Horatii Piso, Vesulus' lieutenant. He was 1003|not an admirer of Horatius, but regarded as a mere critic 1003|of the poet. It may be added that, in the former Poem, 1003|after the description of the church enclosed in the previous Canto, 1003|"The rest, to keep it in mind, went up from town, 1003|And for their portion fell in order ranged 1003|Before this one before the other to witness, 1003|And asked, 'andro quando alcanzo cui nel ciel?' 1003|And he who most impeded them, saying, 'Sordello, 1003|Can this be John the elder, or is it Basil? 1003|Ah me! it seems to me I ne'er saw such another!' 1003|A little after this came one, with so great kindness, 1003|That all the others looked with joy on him; 1003|And he who was most slow in coming and going said, 1003|'I see that thou hast reconciled the brethren, 1003|Which to dispart them others divided were; 1003|And now returnest to your cells, for he who is reunited 1003|Shall be like Abraham, who with David sold 1003|The region of the James from the riverPillar of 1003|To the sea; and in his herd on that land did dwell, 1003|And over those Jebus did the heathen fight.' 1003|And I to him, 'If thou be able Titonello thou 1003|Answer me questions, gladly would I give 1003|For my deliverance with thy discourse, 1003|And for the cloister that is now vacant 1003|Which for thy brother was so bitter in making, 1003|As it were not to be borne by them that are 1003|Sister and brother.' And one of them, early 1003|In morning, early in the afternoon, 1003 ======================================== SAMPLE 1900 ======================================== 38520|Till the last spark of life is fled; 38520|I am tired, for I have waited long, 38520|And I must rest ere my troubles fly 38520|Again,--for I am old; 38520|And, while I sit here in the twilight gray, 38520|I am sure they lie 38520|Who tell the world there is a heaven above, 38520|Where men may dwell in ease, 38520|And a thousand saints attend to their prayers. 38520|O thou who in the pomps of youth didst grow, 38520|And wear the robes of death, 38520|Who in the eyes of love didst dwell,-- 38520|Though I no more than thy faithful shade wear! 38520|My Father! while the years grow long, 38520|Let not their long-inured stay 38520|In empty seats thy saints of old 38520|At morn and evening dim, 38520|In church and aisle, in pew and aisle; 38520|But bid thy faithful ones repair 38520|To this once holy place; 38520|And to their minds to think on the dead 38520|Let all the woes of life repair, 38520|Where the wise soul does never sleep; 38520|And let the sick-head ever burn 38520|With sorrow and remorse for man; 38520|Let every sick-brain have a share 38520|With calm and mannish zeal; 38520|For life is but an unthriftal fire, 38520|And death is only covetousness; 38520|And what God grants, if His own hand grasps 38520|Its all-in-all, his will shall have all. 38520|O thou who knowest that life is best, 38520|Whose bosom's only desire 38520|Is for the soul to live and breathe 38520|In peace, not in an agony, 38520|And, when that peace is not possessed 38520|By thee,--by that! make it yours; 38520|Let every longing of the soul 38520|Be in thy soul made whole, 38520|And all the wounds of spirit and soul 38520|Of body and frame bereft; 38520|Thy peace not vainly; for that peace 38520|Can never be sought with grief, 38520|But only won and gained at cost 38520|Of peace and hope of more good. 38520|O thou for whom the earth, and stars, and moon 38520|Bear witness with a piteous pang 38520|That thy soul's sweetest song is sung 38520|More piteously here than in the sky; 38520|O soul of him who passed so long ago 38520|Through the fire-shaking gate of Time, 38520|In whom the present and past alike 38520|For ever lie a-deep in sleep! 38520|Who wast a good girl-nyght; 38520|She had a tongue that ran 38520|Like a lady's in the North, 38520|Or something of that sort;-- 38520|She had a soul's soft fire, 38520|And a soul's fierce sense o' hell; 38520|She was all pure English sense, 38520|And very good, perhaps; 38520|And, in my humble thoughts, 38520|I see her with a smile, 38520|Or something of that kind, 38520|I hear her name and say, 38520|It seems a good half-stanley, 38520|She had a soft and chaste brow, 38520|Like to a maid's white brow; 38520|It is a dark-blue eye; 38520|And, in my humble thoughts, 38520|I see some quaint, queer half-syllable, 38520|I lean on the pillar there, 38520|Not liking to sit down, 38520|But listening to the bell, 38520|And its murmur, and the cuckoo's call, 38520|And the bird's sad melody; 38520|Though not a man I know, 38520|All with a gentle look 38520|And a little maiden's look, 38520|While she is laughing by my side 38520|Like a girl, and not a maid. 38520|I look on the light cloud 38520|That hangs on her bosom, ======================================== SAMPLE 1910 ======================================== 1304|A fair world for the little finger 1304|To play here, for the little finger! 1304|WHEN I was young, I never was told 1304|How to dress well, etc. 1304|O BID DIVINITY bloom not in rows; 1304|Pray let the night the morning star ascend! 1304|Do not laugh at her or talk o' love and fame; 1304|The love we name is nothing but a name. 1304|HIS birth was in darkness, and his night 1304|Is dark, but the light is God, he IS God. 1304|Then do not cry out for an earthly crown 1304|Since he has made the heavens above and beneath him 1304|One vast eternal paradise of bliss. 1304|WHEN the moon is fair, 1304|And a man hath his will; 1304|When we hear all our birds so merry, 1304|It doth provident glee thrill me through and through. 1304|I'll dreamt a dream this night no dream till day, 1304|In which I saw yon starry maiden shine: 1304|An angel she was, an angel fairer than the rest. 1304|In earthly forms she seemed to glide by me, 1304|And whisper me sweet things that were not heard on earth: 1304|Anon there came a voice, it 'gan seem to me 1304|That she was speaking to me, and with gladness sung: 1304|'From this green spot there 's naught to dote on, 1304|Yet still I'll say 'tis pleasant to be glad, 1304|For all of me thinks of thee, and yet 'tis not thou.' 1304|I waked with the dream at dawn, at noon, and at even; 1304|I woke and found that all things lovely were hers. 1304|And from that hour it is constant in my thought, 1304|That she is lovely, and that she is fair; 1304|Still hath my dream the same infinite theme, 1304|And so I weep not for those other's woe. 1304|WHEN I am grown a man, 1304|Singing to be a soldier bold, 1304|When my task is said and done, 1304|And I have gone to do my bit; 1304|When the prize is won and past-- 1304|Singing then--'Alack and well-a-day!' 1304|Then I muse upon my boyish name-- 1304|And in these times so pleasant it seems 1304|That soldiers seem for boys to sing-- 1304|How that I sang and could not speak. 1304|But when I should have sung and was at ease, 1304|Some fellow walked up to me, and asked: 1304|'Can you not speak,--you were never taught to do a thing? 1304|The soldier's name, or the soldier's fame? 1304|The soldier's name and the soldier's fame? 1304|'And then I sighed, and said I could not speak 1304|The soldiers' names as they had made it out for me: 1304|Singing I could not say--but then I knew 1304|That soldiers did the soldiers' bidding. 1304|'Where are the bells? Where are the bells? 1304|The bells where once you sounded high--high and clear? 1304|The bells I heard--and I know not whence they were: 1304|I only know that you made them sound, 1304|And every word they rang to me-- 1304|Ring and ring--they rang, and rang and rang. 1304|'Where are the bells? Where are the bells 1304|That made the youth of you proud 1304|And made you stand in the front at open order, 1304|A phantom, a man in a dress? 1304|Where are the bells that made you boast 1304|Of blowing your pipes out through the windy day, 1304|When the water ran deep and monied men 1304|Had come to cheer you by your pipes' loud applause? 1304|I only know that you blew--I the beadle, 1304|And I only know 1304|That the boys now say that you blew out your best, 1304|And the water only ran so deep. 1304|I only know that you sang to your pipe of red ======================================== SAMPLE 1920 ======================================== 18238|On the night of the murder, 18238|From the house that the moon made a shadow. 18238|With a cry of despair 18238|By the moon made a sound, 18238|There was a cry in the heavens of the silence and 18238|death 18238|Like the cry of a child that is crying-- 18238|"Come and hold me and do not fear-- 18238|Come and hold me and hold me, 18238|And you shall come too 18238|And come too with your arm of joy, and your voice 18238|Of the song of the birds!" 18238|A voice of the rain 18238|By the tree-roots stirred, 18238|It was the voice of the bird 18238|Whose heart was in the branches. 18238|With words and with hands 18238|By the wind came she, 18238|She was the moon in the tree, and she brought 18238|The wind from the trees and leaves. 18238|The wind was the bird, 18238|The wind of the stars, 18238|She was the tree, and she carried it, 18238|And she said, "Come and hold me and stay!" 18238|She said, "I am the bird 18238|Whose heart is in the tree 18238|Who, when the moon is in the sky, 18238|Lets you bring me his heart of him 18238|And hold you as one comes to his grave!" 18238|And lo!--on the river and tree 18238|The winds came, and the trees bowed to her and whispered, 18238|As to a mother the child. 18238|And o'er the land and o'er the sea 18238|A shadow of darkness lay, 18238|And the voice of the storm and the river and the tree 18238|Came from depths to fill 18238|With song--and they gathered, the wind and the tide and the 18238|The song for the child's heart 18238|Was the song of the trees, 18238|And the song of the winds and the trees and the rain and the 18238|The song, and the tree's song, and the sky's song, 18238|It was life, and it was birth, 18238|And that song was Life, 18238|And all songs are songs, 18238|And the love of life is the song. 18238|In the old hollow in the ground 18238|I know she dreamed of love, 18238|And over and over in her dreams 18238|I heard her sing. 18238|The dew was soft, and the summer sun 18238|Was tender and true; 18238|And the roses of the world were there; 18238|But the song of the wind in her song 18238|Took wing and flew away! 18238|And ever with a sigh, 18238|She went up the empty hollow 18238|And never a word 18238|She spoke, or aught, and never a sign 18238|Came back at all! 18238|They have found her long since, dead or slain, 18238|But the love that led her down the wood 18238|Will guide me too 18238|To the little old hollow, down to you; 18238|I know she will not fear, though she heard me call, 18238|But she looked away 18238|And the wind said, "We have found her." Then we lie 18238|Beside the old hollow tree, and the wind 18238|Cries--"Come, come! 18238|"And the moon has found her, with the leaves, and the grass, 18238|And the rose, too; 18238|But the song of the wind is on the hollow tree, 18238|And the sound of it blown 18238|With my face and hands and hands and eyes 18238|To the door, and the moonlight, and stars; 18238|And we come, and the wind is back again 18238|In the hollow place where it lay, 18238|And the world is the way, and the grass, 18238|And the sky, and the trees, and the grasses, 18238|And the rose, too!" 18238|I will be a songless one, a bird that flies 18238|When twilight's darkness covers all, 18238|But one word at end of ======================================== SAMPLE 1930 ======================================== 941|The life without the love that he knew: 941|It's hard if you live in an hour; 941|They ask, you say: "Can I put you through?" 941|You see me going back with you, 941|And all my work that day is here. 941|Well, it's hard to have no life, I know; 941|But who can blame me if I fight? 941|The war is done, and the victors kneel, 941|As you and I now live our way, 941|And the battle we won is with our sin 941|And it shall be fought again to-day, 941|We'll be standing where there's a sky. 941|When you and I were youths, 941|We dreamed of the skies, 941|Of the clouds above 941|And the stars above the snow. 941|We dreamed of the clouds 941|With golden wings, 941|And the snow, the clouds with gold hair. 941|We dreamed of the snow 941|And snow flakes, 941|And the stars above the snow. 941|And of the stars that shine, 941|Now they are flown 941|And the snow in the valley deep below. 941|To the sky we cling: 941|We see through the leaves 941|To the sky above our heads. 941|We know there are stars 941|Above our heads, 941|So it's hard though we're poor now. 941|There's the sky above: 941|And it's hard with the wind at your back. 941|In the city, when you and I were boys, 941|I remember our life began with the trees. 941|All the branches were bright and the leaves were green, 941|The wind and the snow were always glad at the spring: 941|We could see all the wonders that Nature did, 941|For all of us watched the great world of the trees. 941|But the time came when every little branch was gone, 941|And the blossoms were everywhere; and the snow 941|Made a dull day and a peaceful autumn day: 941|And the wind kept muttering a bitter-worded song: 941|There was no one left but the world of the trees. 941|So we had to learn what was done as it was, 941|And not be glad when they made them all too plain. 941|But the trees were bright and the leaves were green, 941|And life in a leafy forest grew from then, 941|And our memories kept growing with each new year 941|As a mother with children grows old with the sun; 941|So we are here in the world of the trees. 941|There are people who take a great art and turn 941|All the colors you get any day to a gem; 941|Or a rose in the world of the trees would have a power 941|To brighten out the place where old friends have been. 941|But the flowers were bright and the leaves were green, 941|And a woman with little feet in a blue dress 941|Can make the beauty of the flowers we can see 941|To brighten up the place where old friends have been. 941|There are people who take a song and turn 941|The colors you and I have in our heads to a bush, 941|And in the bush of the tree turn every leaf 941|To a bush of flowers; or they'll turn every shade 941|Of the colors into a bush of ferns, or leaves. 941|But some will make the color of a bush of trees 941|In the bush of the tree the manna and the dust; 941|And some'll have the bush of flowers and show what a bush 941|Of the colors is every leaf in the tree made 941|To brighten out the place where old friends have been. 941|What a lovely world our children are making! 941|So long as they're strong and good, 941|We build a little bridge to reach 941|Into the world of life and love! 941|The clouds are white on every hill 941|And the air is still and clean, 941|And through the twilight of the day, 941|When ======================================== SAMPLE 1940 ======================================== 1279|I'll send you ewes and swans on Saturdays, 1279|On holidays, too, we'll jib and jig: 1279|We'll sing the glee o' the Christmas-tide, 1279|We'll laugh and jig at ev'ry toy. 1279|The children and maids with glee shall rove, 1279|O'er bank, woods, and braes, and fields, and streams, 1279|Till ev'ry jocund o'erlabour'd folk 1279|Theirs to our hall a Christmas-carouse. 1279|Awa', ye lasses, sair, for ye're a' woo'd alive, 1279|The child of the land that never maids or fathers saw. 1279|Maids, a'! 1279|The man that never kens the lasses in the gloaming, 1279|The heid, the cloak, the kin, the farm, the byre, 1279|May chance, by rote, to hear us blawing an' whistle, 1279|But all wulln't be nae. 1279|He whiles, by rote, may hear a fellow afeer, 1279|An' think a throu' warld's blithe. 1279|We're a' a nation, 1279|All nae lassie's tramp 1279|Is blithe for lovin', 1279|But we'll be just a wee thing awa! 1279|Sae gentle is the word--the night's gane gray, 1279|An' dim the stars shine bright, 1279|But 'mid their splooryse radnabs an' the gray 1279|There shines a wee thing sae; 1279|For a wee thing will a' win respect, 1279|We whiles will meet--my laddie and his lad, 1279|To a' we'll hae a crack. 1279|Sae gentle is the word, 1279|And the wee thing brings gaisty co't; 1279|For we'll be a wee thing 1279|To a' we'll hae a crack. 1279|O fickle, fickle, fair Sir St. John! 1279|O let her never rue thy grace; 1279|O might she gree ve'reful as thy stream, 1279|Each night a tear ere set to nought! 1279|Ae summer night the wide world thro' 1279|Was gloriously above deck: 1279|The hoary winter smilin' cold, 1279|And the kye lay snug in their bed. 1279|The sea ane another side, 1279|Was motionless and motionless, 1279|Where the kye lay snug in their bed. 1279|The wind on the hill-top sleep, 1279|And the piper in the bower, 1279|Hush'd his drowsy strains and died, 1279|Like a pipe at the gloom's end. 1279|The stars to the hoary plain, 1279|That seem to twink in the skies, 1279|Sing "M'Laine, m'Ladye, come hame!" 1279|And "Hame, hame, hame to me!" 1279|The moon beheld the lonely brood, 1279|Wi' a look sae stern and sealy, 1279|And aye "Hame, hame, hame to me!" 1279|Tune--"I wish I were as dear as my lassie." 1279|Wha loves a dauting lassie 1279|Kills a' things he touches; 1279|Love loves na his dear lassie, 1279|For the dear thing is touchin'! 1279|Love and I were sae happy, 1279|Nane other friend could tell you; 1279|Then love and I were happier, we twa! 1279|We twa's, and we five, 1279|Twa and I 1279|Love and I was sae happy, nane other friend could tell you; 1279|But love and I was happier, we twa! 1279|We three were five, 1279|And a' the rest 1279|We five and a laird 1279|Love and I were sae ======================================== SAMPLE 1950 ======================================== 2888|(Tho 'tis only three miles from me); 2888|"Then, ma'am, come to the table here, 2888|And let's hear the latest gossip." 2888|There's a tale of a "naughty maiden"-- 2888|I'll make you the finest bed I know. 2888|"Why, I'd rather, then," says my sweet, 2888|"Lie all naked in a rough bed, 2888|Then lie all night on a man's back, 2888|And he won't give half so good." 2888|The bed is made, then, as I wish; 2888|The sheets are sprigg'd with myrtle; 2888|The sheets are spread with a maiden's skin 2888|(Tho I don't believe that a man's); 2888|The bed-cord so thin and thin, 2888|Is twined with a feather's wing. 2888|A silver cord, the size of a thread, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And a lady lies on her back 2888|(Tho I don't care to see how she lies): 2888|She thinks the wind's blowing fair. 2888|Then a silver cord, the length of my leg, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And my sweet-faced lover lies on her back 2888|In a bed like a flower. 2888|And the silver cord, the length of my arm, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread, 2888|And he lies in the corner soft 2888|(Tho I don't know how he lies): 2888|He tells how he hears "sweet-faced lovers" 2888|Sing soft, and sing sing on the walls: 2888|And a silver cord, the length of my arm, 2888|Is wound in the linen's thread. 2888|A silver cord, a length of my arm, 2888|Is tied in the linen's thread. 2888|Beneath the cherry-tree, 2888|The pretty lass sat; 2888|She had a bonny brown hat 2888|And a pretty rosy cheek. 2888|And the pretty lass put right 2888|Her breeches on, 2888|And the bonny lass put right, 2888|And put on her panties too. 2888|She threw on her stockings and 2888|Her stockings and stockings lined; 2888|She put on her stockings and 2888|Her stockings lined, and away! 2888|I have followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|And I've followed her all the day 2888|With a cheerful mind and glad. 2888|I've followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|Or else--I do not know 2888|If my darling will return. 2888|I've followed my darling far 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|And I've followed her all the day 2888|In spite of every ill. 2888|She's gone--my love, my darling-- 2888|She's out on the green; 2888|She's turned her back upon man, 2888|And has left me all alone. 2888|So to the lily I tend, 2888|In a garden of blue, 2888|Where I tend it all alone 2888|With a cheerful mind and glad. 2888|The lily seems to bear, 2888|In all its flowers, 2888|More than when other maidens 2888|Have borne to the bridal bed. 2888|For love is pure and white 2888|And the lily doth say 2888|More than when other maidens 2888|The bridal bed can show. 2888|But all the flowers are fair 2888|Which to others bear, 2888|The lily and the fay 2888|And the rose bear to thee. 2888|When all the maids in the spring of the year 2888|Wear out their limbs in the flower-springing sun, 2888|When the cestus and the cresara grow 2888|'Neath ice and the snow-white lily's head; 2888|When the lilies all go up and down ======================================== SAMPLE 1960 ======================================== 1727|that I may do this work, and this too for the benefit 1727|of all your folk. It was, no doubt, my duty to him, and 1727|I know what sort of work he would have done for one that had 1727|so little else to do." 1727|As he spoke Ulysses took his javelin and hastened away to the 1727|gate. 1727|Meanwhile Minerva and Penelope went back to their pleasant abode, 1727|where Penelope she put the table in front of her husband, 1727|saying "What shall we do now about Jove? I hope he will not 1727|change his mind and not let us get away by the sea. I am 1727|certain he will come to a bad end either because Minerva 1727|has left the island or else Helen has taken matters like my 1727|life for the sake of my son. It has been a long time since he 1727|killed himself, but he was all right before Neptune started the 1727|storm; his body is very hard to be killed by any wind or 1727|sea, and his death would be worse than that which took my son. 1727|It is now the third day and the sun is setting, so I thought 1727|if we could get home that we might do the best we could of 1727|keeping out of the village for as long as we could of being at 1727|all able to eat and drink; but as it happens that our inn was 1727|still a sharer in the land of Ithaca, when we saw that we were 1727|not going anywhere, and when men say things in anger they 1727|always do; I could not see any other way and wished all along 1727|that I had taken you into my house, where you might live with 1727|your son and know nothing about the matter. As it was, I had 1727|taken the whole house in hand and was looking for some way 1727|otherwise, when I saw right away what you were about. So I 1727|sent you away with some others of my women and took your 1727|house by force to come and see me and eat and drink and sleep in 1727|my bed. But tell me now what the worst is in your house, and if 1727|any one of the women are unhappy, since your son cannot be happy 1727|like other people. Tell me about it." 1727|"If you are pleased to take my life into your hands, it would be 1727|difficult for me to tell you all my vexations and what have been 1727|your sufferings as I have mentioned them. First, however, 1727|people that I have been the most unhappy, for you see how much 1727|more my son greatly loves me because I have done him evil by 1727|heeding of no good when he came home with me. He would often 1727|talk with me and look at me, and would often say things at 1727|once beautiful and good. And now that he is back in his own 1727|house he comes to me to hear me whenever he will; but as regards 1727|our house, I have no confidence any more. It lies in the 1727|country beyond the sea, over which the island of Ithaca lies. 1727|Therefore I have no means to keep us in it by means of the inn, 1727|nor to give any one else a shelter or a place to sleep as I had 1727|when I went wandering from my own native country." 1727|And Penelope said, "It is as you say, but it was not you 1727|that we went to see, but some one else of your women." 1727|He answered, "It was your mother who asked me to go to you, 1727|saying that she had a great desire to see me; and with my 1727|own mother she made me go from the sea shore till we came 1727|to Ithaca. I have seen your home, and have heard of all 1727|the sorrows that you and your husband have endured. I shall 1727|tell you everything that has been done to me by you and your 1727|depths of anger and folly, for you have been worsting me in 1727|all respects and driving me away from my own country; still, 1727|did not you, Ulysses, when in my house you put large store of ======================================== SAMPLE 1970 ======================================== 21009|My love is all I have to tell! 21009|Our house is small; 21009|There are no dusty shelves 21009|To be opened wide 21009|When morn is low 21009|And skies are blue. 21009|The little garden we have growing 21009|With all its leafy treasures spreads 21009|Its broad and warm green coverings, 21009|With every flower of promise fair. 21009|Though small our garden, though it be 21009|So different from the large world's claims, 21009|And yet within it the dearest loves 21009|Of many a faithful sister dwell. 21009|And through it there is a pathway bright 21009|That leads unto a world of light; 21009|Where joy, with a perfect consciousness, 21009|Comes forth to meet the radiant hours; 21009|That leadeth forth to that sweet shore 21009|Which joy and sorrow all must gain. 21009|There other joys of other years, 21009|With life's best hopes and brightest tears, 21009|In the close close eye-brows bend their way, 21009|Pleading and pining for repose. 21009|There other tears of young life droop and fall, 21009|That still are lingering upon Life's stream; 21009|There other hopes arise and take their flight 21009|Like flowers of hope upon the breeze. 21009|And still, when I look o'er the dim sea-line, 21009|And where the shore is so full of light, 21009|And far away beyond the sunlit sea 21009|I see the distant mountain range, 21009|My soul is troubled with a heart's-affright, 21009|That seems to hear a voice of warning say:-- 21009|_The soul, when the heart is troubled sore, 21009|Gains strength to bear the heavy cross; 21009|But the soul falls with the burden o'er, 21009|And sorrow, like the dew, must stay._ 21009|My heart is heavy for fear of sin, 21009|My spirit is faint for desire; 21009|I'm weary of the noisy throng, 21009|That seek the fleeting sweets and tears. 21009|I am so weary of their mirth and glee, 21009|That make my heart so heavy and faint: 21009|I am so weary that my senses fail, 21009|For love and joy and sorrow all are gone. 21009|When Love is dead, the soul is all a-cold 21009|And sorrows pass like shadows through the night. 21009|But when Love is not in life or death, 21009|He dwells in Heaven with God above. 21009|Wealth, beauty, praise, and pride, and all delight, 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day, 21009|Glow on within, and never pass away. 21009|To him, when grief and fear have passed away, 21009|Those things are but as forms that pass away. 21009|Wealth, beauty, praise and pride, and all delight, 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|With all the passion and rapture of the day,-- 21009|Glow on within, and never pass away. 21019|In a quiet garden, nook serene, 21019|A Lady sat reposing, 21019|While little children, well busily 21019|Picking roses, stood and wondered. 21019|"Methinks,' she mused, 'this seems a bad 21019|Too many flowers to bear. 21019|Perhaps,' thought the Lady, 'I'll kill 21019|These dew-drops from the air." 21019|So she picked a robin's nest, 21019|That she had to bring from far. 21019|She gave him three draughts of her draught, 21019|And many children were asleep. 21019|She laid her down, and she dreamed well: 21019|That was a bad idea. 21019|She thought that she'd kill a rose-tree 21019|In front of her castle-door. 21019|She felt so strong, it was very plain, 21019|Her hand would open with such might, 21019|That ======================================== SAMPLE 1980 ======================================== 2888|Thick as a matted boar 2888|That gnaws a dead boar's skin, 2888|Or as if to a small river 2888|The wind blew wild and strong. 2888|I do not care to go now 2888|Far, far away from thee; 2888|I 've the pleasure of the past, 2888|The first new place that met my eye, 2888|By fancy won a lover's ear, 2888|Like music to my spirit's ear; 2888|For now I 'm in that condition 2888|I never was before. 2888|The moon like a small pin-prick 2888|Dazzles my ear, and there 2888|Is a sweetness in the air, 2888|I cannot go too near. 2888|I 'll think on thee awhile, and then 2888|I 'll go and come again; 2888|I 'll dream of thee, and then I 'll turn, 2888|And so shall thee remember. 2888|Come when my footsteps press, 2888|Come when my heart is near, 2888|Oh sweet little flower, 2888|Be my sweet little bride; 2888|Be my sweet little love; 2888|I 'm a man of small possessions and a tenant of the deep, 2888|And a poor, little man is he to whom Fortune can be kind; 2888|But now, my little fellow, I am proud to declare my preference, 2888|With a goodly store of riches, that I think I scarce can tell. 2888|To live in comfort in this present world, is a most important thing, 2888|With a strong, little, little, little, heart, that is a very poor one. 2888|He loves what he does. 2888|I love all that I see; 2888|I love the peace of my heart; 2888|I love the sweetest feeling 2888|That Nature can supply; 2888|That the spirit or the face 2888|Is one or the other, 2888|And there is no half so pretty, 2888|No half so happy thing. 2888|There 's no half so pretty, 2888|There 's no half so happy face, 2888|And I feel no such riches, 2888|When I see the world again. 2888|I love what I do; 2888|The world is not a fable, 2888|When I look in thy face; 2888|Nor does the world my fancy 2888|Or my heart or body. 2888|I love your face, 2888|And your sweet voice, 2888|And your look of sunshine 2888|That smiles out of the west window; 2888|And so in my heart I love 2888|The world that 's not a fable, 2888|And the world 's all as good as it can be. 2888|My heart is a little windmill, 2888|And my hand is a little wheel; 2888|And I always start at the sound and go to the deed, 2888|And get busy whenever I hear the merry sound or the 2888|bell-ringing. 2888|My heart is a little windmill, 2888|And my heart is a little wheel, 2888|And every morning at breakfast I feel a little windmill in 2888|my breast, and roll it away; 2888|But all the world is a little hubbub, 2888|And I feel the little windmill in me but a little while. 2888|So I go to thy bosom and press thee, 2888|And I love with a heart at thy service, 2888|And so in my bosom, in thy bosom, 2888|I love my little hubbub. 2888|The wind was blowing a fair wind, 2888|And the sun was bright, 2888|And a fair maid in her beauty came 2888|And sat beside me by the water-side. 2888|I was weary to death 2888|Of the long, long day, 2888|And I thought of the time I had not 2888|With my fair maid at my side. 2888|"Here!" said I, "to sit beside 2888|A fellow-man 2888|Lately dead in his bed is good, 2888|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 1990 ======================================== 1008|That she had come to my assistance was by me 1008|Unknown. But that thou mayst not be incensed 1008|With me, I will give thee all the truth revealed 1008|By Him whom thou didst not, nor what so moved 1008|My bosom, as not to hear with thee his voice. 1008|Our Arbia drew near, whence with the bard's song 1008|One had once risen to such heights, that he 1008|Who now was gaping, hardly could contain himself." 1008|Superintendence of a province, not yet 1008|Created archbishopric of the empire, I 1008|Saw St. Anthony, and, "Tell who is this, 1008|This man," asking, "Thou so enamouredst?" 1008|He answering, thus; "He whom thou to music 1008|Referst to, in the Island of Justice, live 1008|The sons of Lausus, raised by a mother 1008|Who was not only virgin, but was also 1008|Bridge and brace to Lausus' self. Therefore, 1008|With his own spirit he went, and with the brace 1008|Where nakedness of passion is not marked. 1008|If thou note the colour of his piping, 1008|Thou shalt hear how much his Adam had inspired 1008|Thy Faust; and if thou note the heav'n on which 1008|That angel was catholic, thou wilt hear 1008|How much his line has now been overwrought! 1008|And I foresaw (when the vision I behold 1008|Th' evil coming of the Foe) that nature 1008|Of Lausus and of his offspring would 1008|Sustain such causeless rage. I, to shun 1008|The rage, and kneele towards them the rayes, 1008|Planning my eare to Poule's, Michael's, not my own, 1008|Had thought fit transmuth and would have placed 1008|myself between them and Lausus; but all 1008|Lies ready already, with the shoe of truth, 1008|To prove Lausus that he first made Eve 1008|The belauing of so vile an abuse. 1008|Whatever can" - here the curtain loqueth he 1008|To hide the truth that should be proved thereat." 1008|So he exprest it; and I, not daring 1008|Too fierce, "With your leave," my leader said, "invest 1008|My remembrance; but plain I shall be forced, 1008|If thou reply, that from that plague descended 1008|Lausus, who does force his wives to him." 1008|"Say on," said he; "one more word, for thou speakest 1008|The truth that never would thine ear enthrall." 1008|"O brother!" I began, "your mistook faith 1008|O'erpowers me, and I can no more maintain 1008|The bridge. God's bellows heat the atoms so, 1008|That, if it weren't for them, I should at least 1008|Not be toil'd. The romances, that engender 1008|In men's minds the similitie of trees, 1008|Make them so fervent, and so strongly wish 1008|To crush them, that with ropes of remorse they wound 1008|The root, which holds them in their urge of life. 1008|Ordaining that attaint of guilt be mov'd, 1008|So that the just shall justifie their deeds, 1008|Ordain'd so, know not these, that entomb'd 1008|Lausus was of Elysium saved, as fame 1008|Reports, who ended on the other side. 1008|The men of ancient (that ceaseless flow!) time, 1008|The ancient time, that now is call'd the new, 1008|In their great law observ'd no such law; 1008|Forcin'd it was ordain'd, why S,-ci jurisdic't, 1008|Should not apply to all men, since all are kin 1008|By descendence, all drawing on the same 1008|Our umboyle; and all, as parentage claims, 1008|One Ilium: hence had Moses not been made 1008|Lord, without ======================================== SAMPLE 2000 ======================================== 3023|With some kind of a smile. 3023|I have a little book 3023|Of charms and incantations, 3023|Which you may take a look at; 3023|The little maids 't are calling spells; 3023|'T is good to have a look. 3023|(Enter CIPPIFORE.) 3023|CIPPIFORE, (reading.) 3023|Hast thou a child at home? 3023|(A GROUP comes forward.) 3023|Here is CIPPIFORE again. 3023|What are you two about? 3023|(SIDE by side they sit.) 3023|Why, CIPPIFORE the Priest, 3023|To this church I come. 3023|Ah! but you must know, 3023|The time is long ago, 3023|For I'm not yet grown so tall! 3023|(SIDE they sit.) 3023|And who art thou? 3023|CIPPIFORE, (without.) 3023|Nay shear! 3023|That was CIPPIFORE, 3023|The youth, the woe, the youth of mine! 3023|What a sad change! (Lights.) 3023|I'll make of thee like 3023|Two little leaves, so small! 3023|What is't that thou dost wear? 3023|That be might be called, 3023|A garment! So make haste away! 3023|SWEET, (without caparisons.) 3023|The girl who's here must needs be lovely. 3023|So be my sister sweet! 3023|By my head, O! look thou sweet! 3023|No more I'll speak! 3023|My sister, her voice dies away, 3023|She's been sleeping! Ah! to see her, 3023|I cannot help it now! 3023|(Enter SUSAN with a book.) 3023|How dar'st thou read? 3023|My love! O! what a book I write; 3023|How much the deeper grow my thoughts! 3023|Wake me not, thou saint of love, she cried! 3023|(Lowers her book.) 3023|Dost thou love not us? 3023|No, we're not so strange! 3023|How bright and gay the birds above, 3023|And how my thoughts are dancing up in heaven! 3023|(SUSAN, turning her to the BELLY.) 3023|Thou must go, I tell thee, where I'll find it! 3023|(They separate, and SWITHLAND. VERTUEZ and BRODER come.) 3023|Ah! here 'tis now the hour 3023|For thy departure; here 'tis now the hour 3023|For thee to go! 3023|The sun is gone down-- 3023|Away--away, 3023|And the dark day begins-- 3023|Come hither, thou sun! 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With a page.) 3023|(With an ode.) 3023|(For a page.) 3023|The first was a king's beloved son, 3023|The second a young maiden whom he wooed, 3023|The third was the sun's unerring guide, 3023|The fourth was a gentle dove that flitted in, 3023|A bird was the next in the way of the sun, 3023|A maiden was the last of the seven; 3023|And now come the last of all ten; 3023|And soon the whole world looks like a blind man's chalk, 3023|For the moon is rising o'er the hill. 3023|How beautiful is the heavens! 3023|All smiles on this world of sorrow 3023|For those who are dying. 3023|'Tis the dawn of life! 3023|How beautiful is the heavens. 3023|The first, the bright Sun, 3023|To the first, the dark night, 3023|Abandons his friends forever. 3023|That bright sun shines on us with radiance rare, 3023|Whose brightness never ======================================== SAMPLE 2010 ======================================== 37452|In the land of the young, 37452|And the old still speak their thought 37452|Of the life that is to be; 37452|And the old, their children grown, 37452|Still call on the old 37452|For the old are old. 37452|Thief of the day, thou wilt be caught,-- 37452|Thou wilt be caught, 37452|Till the eyes of the stars are dark, 37452|Till the moon of the sun turn white, 37452|Till the sun of the earth bow downward, 37452|And the night be finished 37452|As it was meant to be. 37452|Though thou may be caught,-- 37452|Thou hast left our light behind thee 37452|With the hope of man's sight; 37452|As an earth-born soul 37452|Fell into a grave,-- 37452|We have caught thee, and have found thee, 37452|And we will hold thee and hold thee, 37452|Till the dust shall meet the dust, 37452|And the soul be as the soul. 37452|And the soul shall dwell in the soul, 37452|And be changed as the soul. 37452|And it shall hear the joyous voice, 37452|And shall see the light; 37452|And the soul shall be as a flower, 37452|With the hope of it, 37452|Till the dust shall meet the dust. 37452|And the soul will smile to earth 37452|As it laughed to heaven 37452|At the smile of the sun; 37452|And the soul wilt die, and bloom again, 37452|In the land of the brave, 37452|And the old shall speak among men 37452|Of the life that is to be; 37452|And the old shall seek and seek, 37452|And the old will be found all truth, 37452|By the truth of the heart;-- 37452|For the old are old, 37452|And they hold us still 37452|While the world is ours? 37452|Singing of the woodman 37452|When the spring comes back, 37452|When the white birds wake in the trees, 37452|And spring goes down the street,-- 37452|When the light of the day is gone, 37452|And the night is close at hand,-- 37452|I, who heard the first-born notes 37452|Of the bird above, 37452|When the morning-glimmer of the day 37452|Touched the green leaves through,-- 37452|I, who saw the little stars 37452|Float in the sky's breast, 37452|With the flowers' light in their eyes, 37452|And the earth-blue skies are filled 37452|With the light of their eyes,-- 37452|I hear the song, the last note 37452|Singing in the spring, 37452|As the song is stilled at last: 37452|How should it chime with what is known 37452|And known not here? 37452|I, who heard the song, the song, 37452|With its light of hopes made strong, 37452|Who felt their power, these hopes 37452|Stir in my soul, I too,-- 37452|I, too glad that my fears should come 37452|So close to this sight! 37452|I, who have cried the song, 37452|The song, so sad, so sweet, 37452|How should I but follow out 37452|How the song was sung? 37452|With the spring come back, return, 37452|As the dawn comes back, 37452|With the spring, return: and I 37452|Whose hopes and fears are blown 37452|By the wind of God's heart, 37452|Will feel the sound of the song again 37452|As sweet as of yore. 37452|I, who have thought the song 37452|So wise in wise old time,-- 37452|(I know that it's sweet again!) 37452|Hear it so, for my love, 37452|And my eyes shall weep 37452|As the song is sung. 37452|But when our feet have reached 37452|The garden-close, 37452|Where sweet birds sing and play, ======================================== SAMPLE 2020 ======================================== 1008|To which a second time the cord was drawn. 1008|As the same oxen, toiler after labor, 1008|At evening close, untouch'd and blameless, 1008|Stifle not at length their voracious maw, 1008|But stretch themselves the third long length' way, 1008|Eager to resume the task-hardened hand, 1008|So I, untimely rending the contract 1008|Of our fast tie, as by the garment bend'd, 1008|Began: "Not to order what I look'd for, 1008|But to better knowledge of thee and of this mount, 1008|So mayst thou safely perch upon the mount, 1008|And see thy voyage, as thou shalt alone 1008|Quite understand it, thy satisfaction it will be." 1008|"Why dost thou question, sir?" was the reply. 1008|"Dost thou not wish, when I commanded thee 1008|To come below, to have with thee arrived, 1008|And tested thee, that thou might'st know who am I, 1008|And where the place where he resides?" To this 1008|My master straight: "Then thou didst answer true." 1008|But she: "If what I now descrieth thee 1008|Be truly helde, thou miest truly sown, 1008|There where thou watchest, quickly may'st be reard. 1008|But there is one more favour I would ask, 1008|And that above attemper'd already." 1008|Then said my master: "The dew of sleep 1008|Stole not upon her rest, but thine eyes 1008|Back to the sun mustered, fixt in response." 1008|Now when I had my fill of sleep, and cool'd 1008|My spirit within itself, the bliss 1008|I suppose not bearing, I begin to tell, 1008|And words come floating forth, that doth believe. 1008|I was on earth as others was, the lowest 1008|Part of the Christian order: but to make 1008|The ground within my breast well vapor'd, 1008|And I could turn, as rosily as air 1008|In summer rising from a shower, from Heaven 1008|A spark I rais'd, that even at first blush seem'd 1008| Chastity was laid by me ordained to make 1008|The man of God more blest, and to make 1008|Thee more aware on earth of frailties past. 1008|But when the bliss, that rais'd me up, did move 1008|My heart to higher degrees, then higher 1008|Exceeding, overflows the wonted tide. 1008|And in the love, wherein I was constrain'd 1008|To close my eyes and heart, now comes so near, 1008|That I witness visionary beauteous things. 1008|I see enthron'd the most high Lord in Heaven, 1008|Whose wondrous love and zealous compassion 1008|Are unto us revealed: for from his grace 1008|I hope without our channel to refrain." 1008|And since the time, whence light inspir'd me, is long, 1008|Time cannot tell us when these two meet one. 1008|But 'twixt the midsummer and the rosary, 1008|Not three days may equal the train of years; 1008|Which having reach'd their terminus, they for ever 1008|In perpetual year take their appointed round. 1008|"And if," continuation demands, "whileso' 1008|thou refrain not, from thy mathaunts retire," 1008|Thought began, and was ware of Arianrhode, 1008|Wherewith she seem'd to lacke the space, where for ages 1008|thou hast silence make'd. To her he then: 1008|"Were she but to thee assembled, one indeed, 1008|Of all, who lif'd me, much short would thy cure be. 1008|But she so holy is, and so defiles 1008|The dang'd-through flesh, that by her will it dies: 1008|In her image all things be withouten stain. 1008|Nor will I have thee known of any one: 1008|So will ======================================== SAMPLE 2030 ======================================== 1035|And where we left him, where we left him, 1035|Is all that stands between and ages. 1035|The days of the, years of the, years of the, 1035|Are the old days of the, years of the, 1035|And he is in the years that follow. 1035|O, where to go for a fool's adventure, 1035|Or a clown's, for an adventure like this; 1035|He's found it, he's found it, he's found it, 1035|Wherever it is he's found it now, 1035|And he's found all the tricks we can do 1035|And he'll find all the tricks that we can do 1035|That are for an adventure like this. 1035|How, in the days when the, days, the days lasted, 1035|In the old years when the, old years lasted, 1035|Did we make fools of men we could not understand? 1035|For, in the days when the, days, the days lasted 1035|In the old days when the, old days lasted, 1035|(The old days will always be for ever past, 1035|And the old days are the days of the,) 1035|He was made master of, and gave order; 1035|And the, old times when the, old times lasted 1035|He was made master of, and gave order, 1035|And the, old times when the, old days lasted 1035|He was made master of, and gave order, 1035|And the old days when the, old days lasted 1035|He was made master of and passed them off. 1035|For the, old days were for ever past, and gone are all: 1035|For the, old times when the, old days lasted, 1035|And the old days are the times of the, and the, and the. 1035|He must now have his, and the old times have he; 1035|For the, old days are the, and the, and the. 1035|I was out one summer day this way, 1035|In company with him with eyes of blue, 1035|And lips of rose, and chin of ivory. 1035|No man in the world so wise as he-- 1035|No man I ever saw so full of fun. 1035|I was out to do a thing this year, 1035|And now he is a fellow you meet, 1035|And now he is a little girl to me, 1035|For he has married in a churchyard place. 1035|And now he is a clerk, and still he goes, 1035|And now he is a sailor on a sea, 1035|And now he is a lawyer with a lot, 1035|And now he is engaged to pretty Lizzie Blan. 1035|But he's the lawyer's dog, the child is his, 1035|The girl is his and the sea is her. 1035|And what a fool was I if I thought him so, 1035|And what a fool was I if I thought him so; 1035|For, years ago, he was a fool to me, 1035|And now he knows the way that I went wrong. 1035|When I go to the grave and you are by, 1035|I'm going to forget the glad, bright things, 1035|And many an old, old, old old, old sin, 1035|And see the damned, damned things again. 1035|I am the fool from whom we get so free, 1035|And I am the fool that comes from you; 1035|And you will weep to see us go hence, 1035|And we--God knows what, we two, to-night. 1035|A man may know that the winds are always right, 1035|That the waters roll always gently in his favour, 1035|That the stars are ever silent in the sky, 1035|That the dead are never old,--these are odd things, 1035|And yet when death comes and you are quite alone, 1035|Even when everything is waiting for you, 1035|Even when you are the last of your kind lived there, 1035|Even then, ah, you will find the world's a-blaze, 1035|And the dawn-light light the blind world with gladness,-- 1035|The dew will fall, ======================================== SAMPLE 2040 ======================================== 615|I am at fault to whom I do not own, 615|But I the fault forgive; -- so I confess; 615|I scarce of me can sin of omission speak." 615|With that his arm he smote the palmer's head, 615|Then seized his breast, and, with such force and pain, 615|Tore from the felon's arms his guileful head; 615|And, with a sudden gust, the helmet he, 615|Which the proud cavalier had given before, 615|And in his place, the weapon from his hand, 615|And the hard helm cast on his back. The Moor, 615|Forth from the battle to his courser went, 615|And from the road the Paladino reave 615|In his turn through the thickets, where he stood, 615|With that great warrior by his side, to wind 615|His way amid the forests, winding bright 615|The way, and turning to the left hand. 615|Upon the mountain's very summit, there 615|A tree the warrior in a rod entwined, 615|In order to display him, in the light 615|And darkness of the moon was fixed; and so 615|Was tost and hung aloft, in many a fold, 615|With branches rent and bruised and torn away 615|From stalks and leaves, he was by other sprung 615|More tender than the mountain oak or beech, 615|Grown by some forest river, that in waste 615|Orchard or Humber is a growth of wood. 615|The rod, as well he might and gladly do, 615|Had never aught of him to guide or aid, 615|Save that, which, by the will of heaven, was bent, 615|And by its natural motions bound to him. 615|When in the middle, high in earth laid at last, 615|A hundred fathom-deep (as Nature made) 615|The water-godlike monarch was, who wrought 615|The wonders, and, at all hazards, might have done, 615|Which he performed (by God designed) and wrought, 615|Thereof the king, upon earth was seen no more. 615|When, in its course, the earth-quake was felt, 615|He, on his way with the illustrious knight 615|Had to the city passed, to seek the word 615|Of the same day, but here was none to hear. 615|The Moor, when he arrived, with a rude train 615|And people there, upon his journey bore: 615|For he, the city's keeper, had departed 615|Borne, in his course, by cavalier and peer. 615|In his course to the new city he made, 615|He came, in haste, by a low brook, but wide 615|And spacious, which the waters of the vale 615|For many leagues in course and measure keep. 615|He by the stream his horse once more espied; 615|And, for he would not rest, in the repose 615|Of that well-known mead, and by the bank 615|Aldeboran's level sands, a horse again 615|He took the dame in hand and to the foot 615|Of the green bank his courser, and anew 615|He rode to view the place; and all the night, 615|Had had the time for lingering ever there, 615|The paladin to view, or to prepare 615|To be his guest, for many days did stay. 615|Here, next day dark and dark, he from the height 615|Of the hill ascended, and beneath the lake, 615|In a dark swamp, which near the lake he found, 615|As if it were a place of deep and narrow sleep, 615|Plunging upon the loathsome water's brine, 615|As thine would-be sailor knows how pitiful: 615|And there, by dint of long and weary walk, 615|Had waded, if he had deemed how thirsty he, 615|And had, with difficulty, gained the bank, and gained 615|The lake; which was of foam, which watery reed, 615|Whose waves were dyed purple as is that dry. 615|So, having learnt that to the sea below 615|The Moor is lost, he made a sally forth 615|From this, and mounted on his homeward way, 615|And in a little dashing on the land 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 2050 ======================================== 1745|Hurls from their hollow bellies wings 1745|Of swoops and speedes all the sky 1745|In thir sharpnesse; and on the ground 1745|With circling ring of Spears 1745|And thir flashing Scimitars 1745|To th' Lord of Hosts their Front they lay 1745|First in heauily phantastic show, 1745|In Circassian Beauty's Front all armd, 1745|In diamond like the Sun 1745|Alphonse with his Prew the Sea bears on, 1745|Borne after him seven swift Sampras glad, 1745|And with seven bright flaming Sirens three; 1745|Seven Herds of Brazen Chariots Cherubim 1745|He toucheth from their midst in six Cheiroves, 1745|And six bright Cherubim twins; 1745|Twins, for his right hand none toucheth Mars, 1745|None Mars his Twin; his right hand none 1745|Mars his Twin; his right hand none 1745|Meezer or Steward Mars his Twin; 1745|All his right hand all his right Hand all 1745|He drinke of Tempests and Seraphim, 1745|All his Right Hand all his Right Hand all 1745|He drinke of Tempests and Seraphim; 1745|With seven bright Cherubim all his right Hand 1745|He drinke of the Wasting Abyss, 1745|And all the Cherubim cross thir steps 1745|Cross thir steps to thir Redeeming Seat; 1745|First in heauily phantastic sort, 1745|They pour the Bread of Sacrifice, 1745|The Bread of Repentance and eternal Peace 1745|On th' heads of Womankind, surcharged seven chins; 1745|On th' heads of Womankind, surcharged seven chins, 1745|Twins, ten on each Hand, ten on each Hand, 1745|On each head of Womankind, ten on each Head; 1745|Womankind, whose Husband Christ was King of all 1745|Womankind, whose Husband Christ was King of all 1745|the tribes of men; from him descending down 1745|They have made him the Seven sitts on the Throne, 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|The sevenfold heads of the Caesars old; 1745|Stricken with Starvation and Hunger, the Thirst 1745|That pains the Desert, and dulles with Cark, 1745|Night and Delay, the terrible waiting-maiden, 1745|And the Drones, whose dread Errand faces Death; 1745|The dreadful waiting-maiden, the Dawn, the Dawn, 1745|That is to rise when th' eternal sceptre shall 1745|Re-ascend again the Arch-traitor th' Allied 1745|Maids; the dreadful waiting-maiden, the Dawn, 1745|The Dawn, that is to rise when th' eternal sceptre 1745|Shall reverse its oath, and straight re-ascend 1745|To judicial prime unsold to Sorrowing 1745|The headlong dagger, that shall strow the Field 1745|With human blood; the holy sign of God; 1745|The dreadful sign of God, His sceptre, Crown, 1745|That re-ascends when the head, the bloody head 1745|Fall to the common dust: the awful Sign 1745|That re-ascrues when th' everlasting sword 1745|Draws its proud cord from the keen mutilated 1745|Hanging-knife, cold, shod with flint, unsparing, 1745|And firm as He who smote on Calvary, 1745|E'en Constantine--(so all who gaze on it 1745|Can see)--the awful Sign that is to rise, 1745|Re-ascend when th' everlasting sword 1745|Draws blood from the wound, and all the battle 1745|Shall yield to the Sign that is to rise 1745|When the awful Sign is to re-ascend 1745|When th' eternal sword shall close the eye. 1745|Hee all unruffled then shall seem this Scene 1745|To ======================================== SAMPLE 2060 ======================================== 34331|All the years I have been born, 34331|As I stood, like the morning dew, 34331|In the old autumnal heaven. 34331|While the night from his golden hair 34331|Sprinkled the hills and the river; 34331|While the moonlight slept upon the stream-- 34331|The moonlight of eternity! 34331|I saw my own pastimes past, 34331|And the world had room enough for 34331|A thousand vicissitudes; 34331|All the days that were in my life, 34331|There was no other for me. 34331|And the things which I would have lived for 34331|They waited, waiting still, 34331|In their vicissitudes, as they passed, 34331|Till I deemed them vicissitude. 34331|And the world has room enough for 34331|A thousand vicissitudes, 34331|And I stand at the casement's height, 34331|And see the sunrise on high. 34331|And thus I stand in the long white road-- 34331|The long, long white road where none may go, 34331|For to-day I do not wait, 34331|I do not wait through the years alone, 34331|I do not even wait. 34331|I know the way I shall descend; 34331|I know the world goes on, 34331|I watch the shadows of mountains rise, 34331|I watch the shadow of Time. 34331|I know the ways and the roads-- 34331|All the ways and the roads are good, 34331|They are good for a few to ride, 34331|But for me and for me only. 34331|I know, I know. And they cannot learn, 34331|The knowledge they have won can bring 34331|Death to the shadow of their joy. 34331|For the ways and the roads may bring 34331|Death to the shadow of a cloud, 34331|But the secret of my joy knows none. 34331|I know I shall be here to-night 34331|To watch the moon through the mist; 34331|Shall be here to see the skies 34331|Like golden mirrors turn, 34331|And the light of my old home appear, 34331|And my heart's abode. 34331|I know I shall be here to-night 34331|Here on the hill behind the stream. 34331|A lonely life I would choose, 34331|And only the hills would I roam. 34331|Then look into my heart and say-- 34331|I am lonely as you are. 34331|To-night the wind is in the pine trees; 34331|The stream is silent and slow; 34331|A ghostly radiance in the pine trees, 34331|Like silver from some silver sphere. 34331|A rustling ghostly; from the stream 34331|The sighing wind drifts and sighs; 34331|Then, as the winds are still, 34331|With sudden start the pine trees stir, 34331|And with soft aisles of shadow one by one 34331|Their leaves bend forward, and the moon comes out. 34331|From out of the wood the wind goes sighing. 34331|A star is coming slowly out. 34331|A star is coming slowly out. 34331|All night the wind goes sighing and sighing. 34331|The stars are shining, one by one. 34331|Oh! the stars are shining, one by one; 34331|But it is midnight, it is only a dream, 34331|And the stars are going, going, going, to sleep. 34331|The stars are shining still, 34331|The moon is not risen quite. 34331|The moon is not even low; 34331|But the shadow of night 34331|In the east is cast, 34331|Like a pall of smoke, on the sun, 34331|That is rising slowly out of sight. 34331|And now a quiet wind comes stealing 34331|Through the shadowy branches, 34331|Across the grasses, creeping, creeping, 34331|Whispering of beautiful things. 34331|Oh! the wind is whispering things 34331|So subtly sweet, 34331|So kindly, kindly, and gentle, 34331|It seems as if it knew. 34331| ======================================== SAMPLE 2070 ======================================== 2428|"No, no!" the lady cried, "it is too ill for me!" 2428|He rose, and speaking through his clammy fingers, 2428|"Why, what would you be, dear, if you knew what a fool 2428|"What a wretched fool am I, who write this poem? 2428|"Or what can it be to him I write, but the shade 2428|"Of some poor wretch, in such circumstances, forced?" 2428|"Not as we thought! "The Lady said, with that look 2428|Which bids the world keep distance, sighing: "but you 2428|"Will look for no reflection from me: I know 2428|"The motive that prompts you! my own faults I trace 2428|"From you: and yet you must not blame those friends 2428|"Whom you have tempted, and who have made my own! 2428|"For I have done just since the deed; and, look 2428|"For it is not well, but then, the world is blessed!" 2428|"Yes, the world is blest,"--he answered, with a sigh; 2428|And so he went his way, as he was bid. 2428|And this poor song may fail at once, though it be 2428|By none, as it may, a friend to be condemned! 2428|I'll try some other pipe,--perhaps a snuff 2428|I can draw, will make men want to laugh, and please: 2428|I'll make some other cigars, to please my friend, 2428|And smoke them round,--and all the while I smoke 2428|And nothing better: for I care not to call 2428|A thousand compliments on himself; nor yet 2428|The lady will excuse me for stealing love; 2428|But I must tell you that a man is free 2428|From all our cares, if he is happy; and I think 2428|And so I tell you, as in sober speech I'll tell 2428|You: for I find all human pleasures gone 2428|For bettering mankind;--And yet this truth's true; 2428|If they never can be just as they are. 2428|And, though you may say so in your own conceit 2428|And mirth, the truth you must confess to me, 2428|And therefore I will end my sad ode, 2428|And I will bid the world good-morrow; though, 2428|As for what's next, let's eat, and drink, and play, 2428|As our forefathers used, as our fore-fellows do. 2428|Then, Sir, farewell!"--The last word, or so 2428|Sir Edward said, was a broken strain; 2428|And, half as angry at the jest as they, 2428|He murmured, "You see, Sir, our friend has gone: 2428|"I wish you (did he? or did they?) good-day! 2428|And hope, in short, we may meet to confab, 2428|As we used, before we parted here, 2428|As we used, before we parted from our May." 2428|To whom, with sweet, but tender mien, the dame 2428|Thus answer'd, "You do me honor, sir! 2428|You speak with all propriety of love. 2428|It is the duty of true widows, sir, 2428|To love their husbands, and to be fond to their 2428|Ladies; and I hope, my lord, you do it too; 2428|But I think not marriage, by the Lord's leave, 2428|Is then so great a duty--you are young." 2428|He kiss'd her--"Nay, nay; it seems too true; 2428|Not love so great, but duty too, were well: 2428|If I can love--though heaven might lower me, 2428|To bless the man I never love'd, sir, 2428|I'll give my heart to him, and, I, sir, 2428|No duty can remit--nor let me die! 2428|But tell me, in such love as yours, you have, 2428|What virtue and what purity are found? 2428|Have you--or have you not, sir, as you go? 2428|And if you have, ======================================== SAMPLE 2080 ======================================== 1246|When you were just a boy, you had many wounds 1246|Aflame like flaming candles. 1246|And your lips were scarred and torn, 1246|And your hair hung in disarray. 1246|It was the autumn of your thirty years, 1246|That you came at last to live. 1246|I was not your father but--a good friend 1246|Was my father. And, when I asked, "Are you still 1246|All that you are?"--Ah, the answer came--"No." 1246|And at once the first tear filled my eyes 1246|As I wished that you were born! 1246|And I knew it by the subtle thrill of pain 1246|That clung to each word as you turned away, 1246|But you were not the father that your friend had been. 1246|You are not you, I have thought of you alone, 1246|The mother half sick with pity for you, 1246|And all too late, and full of years, and blind; 1246|The father half mad, the life on earth a lie. 1246|O mother! do not know! 1246|Why have you let me never find out why 1246|I had you when it needed me so? 1246|You have not heard of this? And what did you know? 1246|Why did you never say, "The time had come 1246|When a poor child's blood was cold"--or, "I had once 1246|A dream of my mother?" or, "Oh, do not know, 1246|My heart is broken." Surely you did not dream: 1246|What did your friend hint? What did your friend reveal? 1246|O mother, you should have known. There's no doubt, 1246|When you took me in, I could not hear nor see 1246|My own heart beating daily within my breast. 1246|I only felt the hand that would bring tears to theirs, 1246|They only said, "Poor little child!" when they said "Mother!" 1246|But they were right and they were wrong, and so 1246|It was a little wrong, and a little right, 1246|Till an end came to our love and our suffering,-- 1246|Oh, the end, and the heartbreak, and the searching. . . 1246|All my life passed away in a week of sorrow, 1246|I had known the end, and I knew it well, 1246|And I only cried, "I wonder what to do!" 1246|I never knew, as I turned away from the door. 1246|I had a child's heart in my hands, 1246|There was something in it sweet, 1246|Something that I should not have known was there 1246|But the child and I was lost together . . . 1246|Then I heard your love-call and my prayers 1246|And your prayer was answered then . . . 1246|I had so much of the past and so little of the present 1246|That I wondered why I had to cry and pray, 1246|And I would have died a hundred times, no doubt, 1246|Had I not had that little child. 1246|When I am old 1246|I fear to give it away; 1246|I'd rather have the love that died than the new life 1246|It was better than the new life. 1246|It was better, though, than the old, 1246|And the child was the new life and I. 1246|In the silence of the days 1246|She is a wild bird singing alone, 1246|She is not lonely, and no one knows: 1246|She hears the wild wind crying, too. 1246|Oh, what of that and the new life? 1246|If it is better for her, 1246|She has lost the best thing now in her, 1246|She has lost the last thing, and is going away. 1246|She is coming home: in the dark 1246|They bring her home with the winter snow, 1246|And she comes with a wreath of flowers, 1246|And a little white hand and soft, brown feet. 1246|For a little hand, a little foot, 1246|And all the years she will have tears; 1246|Tears that will not hurt or vex, ======================================== SAMPLE 2090 ======================================== 2428|The world shall go on, though he and I be one 2428|To-morrow, say, 'The world!' he say, 'No, no! 2428|You know how far we travelled, when we knew 2428|That time was coming, if no hurry found 2428|To take it.'--'O well, say, can I have it now?' 2428|'But why should I, my dear, have it then?' 2428|Oh! if so strong 'tis with a good hard dose 2428|Of all the medicines you see one on the shelf-- 2428|Oh! if, 'spite of all your care and thought, 2428|You make good money--oh! what will I be to you! 2428|If you were sure that you knew more than he 2428|In all that toilsome, tedious game? 2428|You might have found you the cure--and then 2428|Your heart would have sunk into your head: 2428|Your head would--but never heart--be clear, 2428|Because you got it--he got it--me-- 2428|While he got--oh! but--he got it--me! 2428|And this--if he knew any better thing-- 2428|He'd have--never, never dared to try. 2428|He was so proud, not feeling more, 2428|But, after a little while, forgot; 2428|But had the medicine, I forget. 2428|He would have died, the poor feller, you see. 2428|When we, or when we should, no doubt, 2428|Had, instead, taken that (still more expensive) dose. 2428|But what if, all things considered, 2428|By what we are, we're not very bad? 2428|He'd have died, and, being poor, not feeling better, 2428|He took the medicine, I forget, 2428|As well as he ought, because, no doubt, 2428|It "worked," as everybody knows. 2428|We've no time--we're not like people there-- 2428|But just go home, and--let's be good," quoth he; 2428|"You have the cure (a friend's or father's just), 2428|And we a treat--but only taste the cake." 2428|"You know," replied the gentleman, "you want 2428|The cure, don't you?" 2428|"What do you want with the cure?" said I; 2428|"So easy--what do I care the what 2428|--Let him give you his money--and then?" 2428|The gentleman--(he'd a pretty nose)-- 2428|(He looked on Mrs. S.) did not care; 2428|"I wouldn't give a silver to-day, 2428|Unless 'twas in compensation," said he. 2428|I saw (but hid the fact) a puss on a bench afield, 2428|And when I saw the puss, I saw this way: 2428|You must be very much displeased with me; 2428|You must, indeed, be very much afraid. 2428|I'll tell you, sir, 2428|I thought I saw her, sir,--(let it fall to-day) 2428|But that I wasn't very well, you understand; 2428|I think I am much obliged to you of late. 2428|I think I am much obliged to you, too, 2428|For (to begin with) I, sir, am a woman. 2428|I think I am much obliged to you, too; 2428|You say you are very sorry in my poor degree? 2428|I think I am much obliged to you. 2428|Why, you are obliged to me for no reason? 2428|Why, you are obliged to me, I tell you, for no reason! 2428|I know, indeed, I know I am not half right, 2428|I really, truly do, and so does my wife. 2428|I know, indeed, I know, I know I am not right, 2428|But you yourself must suppose I'm wrong, 2428|In the guise of a humble vase, on which 2428|I may look up with a cheerful view, 2428|And think: "Pray, what's the matter with me?" 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 2100 ======================================== 615|Holds the light horse who by fair deed was taught, 615|To be a light horse of the Sarzan land. 615|For, since not through his heart could be conveyed 615|The fatal stroke that made him fall, and fall 615|By that ill stroke which made him be, nor said 615|The king he meant to lose the worth of man. 615|His first wish was that he his son in grace 615|Should gain on him, as master and as knight, 615|Who that had won his lady's grace and pride, 615|And done what every power of man could do. 615|"That he for him should conquer on the field, 615|Let every valiant cavalier undertake, 615|And on the morrow strive with the king to yield; 615|So will I all, nor ask the smallest part. 615|Orlando, who with you, in your desire, 615|Is bent on having as knight his friend, 615|And is not slow to bend his every limb, 615|If he my will that you in me provide, 615|And be with me a foot and hand as well, 615|Who think and do what reason bids them do, 615|And with you, if in the end I should be dead, 615|I shall not live my life as evermore! 615|"Orlando, of what use to speak I see, 615|Since he, to win my favour, has forgot 615|My name, as if I were some other's foe; 615|For me, of worth that you have heard or knew 615|Nothing whatever I have made his own, 615|Who am in love with him, if I deserve, 615|To hear or see; I know not which to grant. 615|If yet with us the Moor be found most fair, 615|That he the noble one is, I am resolved, 615|But I will let him know that I am here, 615|As well as by what course I will be gone. 615|"You see my gentle aspect, have the skill 615|And wit, which you desire, how can you guess? 615|I mean of my good name, which now was born 615|With all those other wreaths it is now lost. 615|And you, who will behold me be forlorn, 615|That for my sake as well you know amiss, 615|Be pleased to see me, let me by your side, 615|Albeit you me to shame have made a foe; 615|And know that it was we who gave him arms, 615|And by his favour him a throne enjoyed. 615|"So that, my lord, in you my heart shall be 615|Deemed evermore my dearest comfort, 615|And shall receive the kind regard of all, 615|Thou, if I well my folly or my good 615|Have detected, thou wilt blame not me; 615|As well your daughter, if you think me right, 615|And, if not, I shall my folly repay. 615|But if, with reason and with judgement, ye 615|Refuse to let me on this journey ride, 615|I will not wrong thy holy faith and fealty. 615|"Not only I, nor any of my peers, 615|Shall hither make this journey; but will go 615|To bear you message, if you in safety are. 615|Thence to return again, with me to steer, 615|Whence hither hasted you; for no man now 615|Thinks that sail has been in all the year: 615|And this, so well I saw and thus was told, 615|With true content so far shall me be taught. 615|"If I the crown and sceptre of your crown 615|May yet possess, and such as I believe 615|To be divine, as sure it is I hold, 615|To see great elephants, and nought beside 615|But white snow, I will by them convey my heart, 615|Nor think that I might haply live without.' 615|The other answered: `But I to you consign 615|My lady, and my lady's child, should be 615|As well content, as he for love may live. 615|"To-morrow, if they do desire me more, 615|I will, they say, return and find you good 615|And all your faith before inveigle; 615|But as for you I know not if of me 615|Ye shall believe, that such my ======================================== SAMPLE 2110 ======================================== 1365|That all the world was ready then for the same, 1365|And the old world, once more, the same were to see. 1365|To-day the earth, too, is all the world without 1365|The sun's peculiar ray and the moon's light. 1365|All the hills and valleys, the rocks and caves, 1365|Are ours; and the lakes and marshes, and streams 1365|That run in rivers by the lakes and seas, 1365|Are ours too, and the plains, and the mountains here 1365|That hide in themselves the hidden hills of the hills, 1365|Are ours too. The river and the lake 1365|That rush up by the swift river of the world, 1365|Are ours; and the sea-cliffs, with forests over- 1365|strown, and they of the mountains in the sky, 1365|And the land by the deep ocean in the sky, 1365|Are ours, and all, and by God and by man 1365|Are we not as great and rich as any one? 1365|Yea, in our breast we are as great and rich 1365|As any one. But there is aught more low, 1365|And it is a shame, and it is a shame yet more, 1365|When every man of us, in his heart, is a-smiling 1365|And every woman is a-smiling and gay 1365|And every song that we sing flows like the tide. 1365|"Give her to me," we sing, "give her to me!" 1365|We sing it with an utterance half absurd, 1365|And the sweet music, sweetly, with an utterance, 1365|Takes the form of words; but our very words 1365|Are forms, as beautiful in their mockery 1365|As words themselves. "Give her to me." 1365|If it be a sin 1365|To love and listen while she sings and dances, 1365|"If it be a sin to look and smile without her, 1365|"If it be a sin to let the music fill my brain, 1365|"If it be a sin to make my heart too tender, 1365|"If it be a sin to love her, and not all men dare, 1365|"Or do I count it a sin not to be her lover?" 1365|"Oh! but the eyes that see the glory of God, 1365|"Are the eyes that see the Lord alone. 1365|"If it be a sin to say unto a woman, 1365|"If it be a sin to say to man alone, 1365|"Oh that the Lord would turn and love me awhile, 1365|"And give me his heart, and leave his soul for mine; 1365|"I would not ask for anything in return,-- 1365|"Not gold nor purple, nor what mighty men 1365|"Shall build me a city unto the stars, 1365|"Or hallow earth, or lay them down in glory, 1365|"And I would not ask nothing in return, but rise, 1365|"And to my God I would make known my love, 1365|"Through the blind years that are for ever pending, 1365|"With the voice of all the ages in its bidding,-- 1365|"Give me her! I do not know 1365|What the life unto my heart may hold, 1365|"But I know that it shall have within it 1365|Only the life, and God's love, and love of Him, 1365|And the infinite praise and beauty of all space, 1365|And the infinite power of all light and life and love!" 1365|But he, like a poet that sings alone, 1365|He heard her; and, with his eyes half-closed, 1365|He sat a-dreaming, with his eyes, I say, 1365|Shut for a season, till her voice again 1365|Sang, and his whole soul, a-fierce, like her, 1365|Throbbed and rejoiced and thrilled and thrilled again! 1365|And it was she! My love is she! Now, now, 1365|The song is over! The song is done, 1365|Her lips, once trembling, tremble, too! 1365|The song is ended. Let ======================================== SAMPLE 2120 ======================================== 19385|The blithe wi' your lassies, 19385|I 'm like to be 'neath the green shaw. 19385|How long shall I be pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome, 19385|While you bid me welcome? 19385|How long shall I be pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome, 19385|When we 're pausing, 19385|To bid your gude welcome? 19385|Thou lave'st me a weary lot, 19385|And cruel a' the while, I trow; 19385|But now's the time for me to arm 19385|For when 's my welcome, throu'ther. 19385|Thy bairn 's the lad that was lost; 19385|My bairn lies in manger cold; 19385|My bairn bears a mother's name! 19385|The wretch that takes my bairn bears, 19385|My bairn bears the name of Mary. 19385|I wish you no mair in the night 19385|Ye 'll waste on your folly down, 19385|And, weary at the worst, it is true, 19385|My bairn is aye nane o' the wiles. 19385|Thou luv'st the lad that is lost; 19385|Thy bairn bears the name of Mary! 19385|Thou hast lost a bonnie face, 19385|Where is the spotless hand, 19385|Where is the charm of womanly grace, 19385|And where the kind and the sweet? 19385|What is the hand that 'neath the daisies smiled, 19385|Where is the face that was the bonnie bonniest, 19385|That 's been my bonnie bonniest? 19385|'Twas when the daisies open' shone, 19385|That I took the first kiss on the bonny bonny, 19385|An' that's my bonnie bonny. 19385|The daffodils in charms are gay, 19385|The peacocks don their flying gear; 19385|O that the summer they might know, 19385|They 're a' as welcome to me. 19385|But they 're wont to be gentle maids, 19385|Their smiles to me are sweet and blue; 19385|An' if they be but half as fair 19385|As aught on earth beside can be, 19385|They 've no more worth to me. 19385|The lark's wild sounds are sweet to me, 19385|That oft were heard on summer bowers; 19385|I never heard him before, 19385|Nor will at morning, noon, and night; 19385|For he is but seldom dear, 19385|When morning comes I 'll be forgot. 19385|The lark, I love to hear him sing, 19385|It soothes my heart that 's like to sing; 19385|Oh! he has been an inmate dear 19385|My bosom all this weary time; 19385|He has been long in my view and sung 19385|The song all summer that's sung; 19385|Yet I sing no more at morning and noon, 19385|And I 'll be forgot. 19385|The sun is so bright, and the birds so gay, 19385|I wish each night could last all the year; 19385|Yet for summer's pleasure all the summer's long 19385|I wish I knew a kiss like hersel'. 19385|I long to touch her golden tresses down, 19385|Though by their beauty I 've entwined them, 19385|And when I look in the mirror, I swear 19385|I should love them both for the same. 19385|For I never look in the mirror in vain 19385|To know that her eyes are as blue as heaven, 19385|And the smile that they wear is as gay as angels' 19385|And they never wear smiles till they kiss. 19385|"She is so fair and I love her so dearly." 19385|The fair Dame is the pride and the light 19385|Of her high, stately, and noble land; 19385|I cannot but think how the wail of the war 19385|Would echo in her dark and handsome tower. 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 2130 ======================================== 8792|So much the more that we the more are known 8792|Through thee, for to this height thou conducest." 8792|Thus with soft address, and such dispatch 8792|Of matters, as might suggest a friend 8792|Mutual, we now had left him, pressing on 8792|Along the narrow space, when thus the sage 8792|Made trial of our speed. "So passeth one, 8792|Two take we, and one needs must thumb them both. 8792|One must run through the Kossoian wilderness 8792|To see the Kossoian, one must wander through 8792|The Sionian vales and Sionian meads. 8792|Even so one half our body must be seen 8792|In one short space. But who art thou, that speakest 8792|In words that sting so far as sense doth fold? 8792|Go thy way; and in the Kossoian see 8792|What grief my bosom doth utter here. 8792|Take we then such for thy companion, such 8792|As best becomes thee, loosing thine own skin 8792|In th' embrace. If he comes nigh us, and 8792|Our leader, Mark, art seeming suddenly 8792|To pass us, to Autonas his ire fill'd; 8792|And thence if Soldan Polites molested, 8792|We to Galan Simply replied, 'Turn, 8792|And run not there;' and he was goodly nam'd 8792|Then, who epitomies the founder of 8792|The house that pitying Pan is outwardly." 8792|So saying, on we came, and bent our steps 8792|To where the people's steps areate the ground. 8792|HIS limbs in haste to help us Mincius fell, 8792|But in us quickly added more buoyancy. 8792|Not unseen of him our gentle father plac'd 8792|Within our view, and uttering calliope 8792|To him with speed all placéd words he uttak'd. 8792|When we were mov'd towards him with affright 8792|My Guide and I, he thus with tidings suade 8792|ScARCE BOOK-MEN DISCERNE: "Now, son! set off; and whither 8792|Run if thou wish to go, up the high road, 8792|Which to the sight of man is unreached." 8792|So spake our youthful FPID; to him I spake. 8792|He in part provided succour, and in part 8792|Addrest, as pleas'd him, day by day, that folk 8792|Should not o'ertake us, saying, that among them 8792|He should go on WITHOUT OBJECTION. 8792|Now he withdrew us to a place secure, 8792|Where neither heat nor cold pervade, but so 8792|Inviter'n that at no distance meet we. 8792|Now on we journey'd through the night, with mind 8792|On just observance to all living things, 8792|Measuring our hoofs with constant pencilled planks. 8792|The wheels with waxen nails upon the road 8792|Trac'd, measuring, and color'd likewise we; 8792|Nor was this work unappeaseingly toil'd. 8792|On the third dawn, as we were walking, hearsay 8792|Came to us, with ingratiCed report, 8792|That two of our company have transverse been 8792|From Natridge to the Cape of Good Hope. 8792|To him-wards we pass'd; for to him were known 8792|All who transverse have hazarded to ascend. 8792|To him-ward we then tack'd, and clamor'd loud 8792|That all who transverse have harassed should know 8792|Our future track; and, in his own keeping, 8792|Him-ward we wound. His tidings to our hearts 8792|Befit, well becalm'd our evils. Then each 8792|Pour'd forth the fervid tear, and each emblem 8792|Cannibalised of his woe. Sourly we part 8792|(I however, as a curb salutary, 8792|Lest spilling of the secret should envy) ======================================== SAMPLE 2140 ======================================== May he never reach the great King's head, 1304|By night or day, 1304|For he is but a little child.' 1304|And the King spake, 'Yea, I have made him mine, 1304|And he shall not return again.' 1304|And the King looked in his face, and saw 1304|The little one trembling and sad, 1304|And his tears brimmed up with melted hair 1304|And the grief of his heart was broken, 1304|And a smile was in his sad eyes. 1304|Then said the King, 'I shall reward the one 1304|Thy joy with another's grief; 1304|For my own joy, it was more than I 1304|Or any other could have; 1304|And my own grief shall be the woe 1304|Of the little one I have lost.' 1304|And the King's smile was full of glad cold joy 1304|As his hand upon his heart he laid; 1304|And he mused like a stricken houseless man, 1304|'And is there not in my realm a King?' 1304|The King sat by the royal steed; 1304|His face was pale, and blood was in his face, 1304|And he said, 'Now now, my child, is it you, 1304|How, under the greenwood tree, hath the King 1304|Seemed to forsake him? 1304|'Ah that he wold return to me! 1304|And set me free again! 1304|But he will never come. 1304|'And the steed sits silent at the window, 1304|Yet seems to say there is no King 1304|And no King's cry of grief. 1304|My King is dead: 1304|He is not dead in the greenwood tree, 1304|But dead on the greenwood tree.' 1304|And the King's child was quiet at her King; 1304|And the steed sat silent for her sake 1304|That she might rest her heavy head 1304|In the cool greenwood shade. 1304|'The steed will never come: 1304|He has gone through death's dread noon 1304|To the dark land of death and woe.' 1304|She bowed her head as she sat at play, 1304|Her child's heart was in her breast: 1304|Her child's heart was in her breast: 1304|And she wept, and said she should be comforted, 1304|And the child wept, and wept to know 1304|The cruel thing was near. 1304|'Thou shouldst have died, my little one, to-night, 1304|And left him at the greenwood tree; 1304|And he would have cried to die: 1304|Ah, no! the cruel thing is past; 1304|Thou canst not come again!' 1304|WHEN I was on the Home returning, 1304|I heard the cry of a wandering child; 1304|It was like water that murmurs beneath, 1304|And it sobbed like Aurora from the sea: 1304|But when it came unto the holy feet, 1304|And raised its little hands to the sky, 1304|I cried, 'O blessed thing, O sacred Star, 1304|O lovely beacon, my God!' 1304|And I saw her, and her little feet 1304|Nestled in the rose-wreathed grass, 1304|And a hand was on her shoulder--and she 1304|Pushed not back with a cry of 'Mother!' 1304|For all her little hands were cold. 1304|THE old woman who lives in the shade 1304|With the cactus-leaves is beautiful; 1304|And for the eyes that once wept so 1304|She will tell us a tale of woe 1304|Some day in the West Country. 1304|O'ER what sea and barren rock, 1304|By what dreary road, 1304|By what country man 1304|Has come a little boy 1304|With gentle words, and kisses fair? 1304|Under what roof 1304|Has come that child of grace, 1304|With sunny hair, and smiling face? 1304|It is so very long-- 1304|So very fair-- ======================================== SAMPLE 2150 ======================================== 21003|We had been too dear a friend to lose; 21003|But as I lay in my last grave, 21003|It seemed as if I could not be. 21003|If in my sleep I heard the fall 21003|Of footsteps to and fro so near-- 21003|How could I stay?--no sound it made, 21003|I lay so wide awake for a space. 21003|And the last sound that was heard or heard 21003|I only vaguely could distinguish 21003|As, with my hand in mine, I shook 21003|Of the last corse of the one I loved, 21003|Then turned mine eyes to the distant scene, 21003|And thought, 'Oh, God! it cannot be long.' 21003|"But all that was done, and the last word 21003|I spoke was the word to forget, 21003|And I felt that my body had 21003|Never, since its loathing began, 21003|Owned more profoundness of happiness. 21003|"What, did I say, was done? Well, yes; 21003|But, in that moment of doubt and fear, 21003|I knew the whole course of life would be 21003|With our three children--two of us--dead. 21003|"My faith was unshaken, my hope high, 21003|I never lost my own heart the while; 21003|And it seemed very certain with God 21003|That I might live, they both were mine. 21003|"But then the death that all but broke 21003|Their mother came to my side just then 21003|She prayed for me with all her might. 21003|No one else had left the house but I, 21003|But then she cried, 'My mother, be strong-- 21003|'Take me, oh, take me in thine arms, 21003|'Take me, and keep me and love me still! 21003|'Oh love me, take me, take me now!' 21003|The night came down. Oh, I did not know 21003|I had so much life in me that night. 21003|"And then when the last of their play came 21003|And I had turned a long pale pale pale, 21003|She spoke with all her might, 'Come back, 21003|My child, come back!' and she did. 21003|I could have cried 'Where are they, father? 21003|'They were all for me, at least-- 21003|They'd give me all I wanted then; 21003|'What's so good, then, my mother? 21003|'Why, they've only left me these clothes; 21003|My mother and sister's gone away; 21003|My brother and my father too. 21003|'"Ah, God! how would my life 21003|Be all upside down--like a house! 21003|The very worst I could have feared!" 21003|'I thought my life would break at last, 21003|But, in truth, my heart was so light 21003|That love was a strong strong arm, 21003|And all the while that they had been dead 21003|I had no cause for a tear.' 21003|"The time is up; no more can be-- 21003|I am going away. 21003|I'll take my cross to the river-side, 21003|And I will stand upon the beach 21003|And I will kiss my Mary, my love! 21003|I will come back when the cold rain drops, 21003|And at night when the light sleet whips 21003|Come in on the road; and then I know 21003|I shall see you always, and be glad!" 21003|"The sun shall climb the distant height 21003|Where the old ships sail to fight again; 21003|But now as I stand at the last 21003|That I saw you I feel that I see 21003|The sun again shine on the sea, 21003|Where never ships sail in the dark-- 21003|They are coming back to the dark." 21003|"But, my boy, how will it be like home, 21003|When we are far from the light and sea, 21003|And we hear no more of the ships that sail 21003|To fight, and the fighting always there? 21003|Oh, what will Mary think of ======================================== SAMPLE 2160 ======================================== 27333|What's a mother's heart to us?--we have done with it in a breath, 27333|For we never were taught to love, for we're not taught now to love. 27333|No, we will be content with a little love and then pass on. 27333|And we are not going to leave you--we will never leave you. 27333|We'll talk and chatter and play at the play that we're having 27333|All at the farm house and on the lawn, at the river and the 27333|fenced house where the water's cool, where the grass is thick and 27333|frequent--and where the hay is always coming with the 27333|breast-end in a pile. 27333|We will go to the store together, and we will laugh and 27333|feign to pity each other as we cheat and jest, and we'll 27333|greet and make a play with the mirror and the picture on the 27333|speaker, and the voice of John Smith, and the song that is 27333|going on under our breath. 27333|And the children will come to the door when day breaks, and they 27333|will laugh and prattle and boggle and blunder and chatter and 27333|blaspheme us, and we'll all lie in a huddle and stare and 27333|greet ourselves as out of hearing or sight. 27333|But a year from now, long, long ago, at the turn of the 27333|year, we'll both be gone from the farm and the children will be 27333|alone, and we'll hear her calling us under our breath, and we 27333|will know that she is not here. 27333|And we'll talk and chatter and play at the play that we're 27333|having, and we'll never come back to the old farm house, 27333|but we'll always be together in the house, through its 27333|long black years of forgetfulness and sorrow, through its 27333|long white joy. 27333|We'll sit in the fire-light and hold hands on the hearth and 27333|laugh and prattle at each other in the darkness, and we 27333|all know it--but we'll remember each other, and we'll 27333|never forget! 27336|_All rights reserved._ 27336|_I would like to thank the late Professor J.F.A. for permission to 27336|use the picture of "The Three Little Pigs," 27336|and for the use of the text, "Hippolytus and the Twelve 27336|Little Pigs," published in 1899, which I have had the honor of 27336|regarding in my work. 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|I had been busy with an essay to be presented at the Society's 27336|In the summer of 1888, while in private practice I took special 27336|It is important to know the rules in every case, because in the very 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|The first line is essential. Do not use the punctuation or case 27336|unfortunately to be broken. The following lines are also 27336|_All rights reserved_ 27336|_The Author reserves the copyright to his own work to_ 27336|_Illustrated with aillustrative type._ 27336|"In this beautiful volume you will find an invaluable contribution to 27336|contemporary poetry."--_Sunday Journal_. 27336|"This is an invaluable addition to our store."--_Christian Century._ 27336|_Here are explanations of the rules and practices of the game._ 27336|I have a secret to tell you, dear; 27336|One that I do not wish to tell to you; 27336|Dear, I am proud to tell it to you. 27336|I know that to tell it to you would be wrong, 27336|For I have learned it all my life. 27336|And I would rather tell it to you, dear, 27336|Than tell it to myself alone. 27336|I have a secret to tell you, dear, 27336|And it is not going to sound well; 27336|And I would rather tell it to you, dear 27336|Than tell you to myself alone. 27336|That secret that you have kept so well, 27336|I would be glad to tell you to you 27336|If I can help it, or you ======================================== SAMPLE 2170 ======================================== 8187|"If you do not come, your friends and I will go, 8187|"And bury in the woods my body." 8187|The sad-eyed maiden, now, 8187|Look'd pale as any ghost, 8187|And thus answered in despair, 8187|As at the word she said, 8187|That last and solemn word--"No!"-- 8187|That word her mind so tortured, 8187|That last and solemn word--"No!" 8187|The maiden said--but still, 8187|'Twas silent in the grave-- 8187|And if such breath e'er stirred there, 8187|'Twas as if there floated never, 8187|An air of melancholy, 8187|To say the worst--"No!"--"No!" 8187|"That night I slept on a bank 8187|"Of the hill of Moab, whose summit, 8187|"When the night-glimmering moon 8187|"Hung far behind, and the sun 8187|"Made the light that fell from heaven 8187|"Tinged his mantle of stars so bright, 8187|"That every moon and star 8187|"Seemed a ray enlacing each 8187|"From thy dark, dark robes' shade, 8187|"To the gleaming robe that he wore, 8187|"And mingled, mingling all: 8187|"And he glittered there, by the fire, 8187|"When I lay close at his side, 8187|"While he spoke but the words _one_-- 8187|"When he spoke but the words _one_-- 8187|"Oh, what is a _message_ then? 8187|"What is my _last_--my "one last_-- 8187|"If you will be my last, my sweet, 8187|"My 'FATHER, 'fATHER,' trust me 8187|"When I am buried in weeds 8187|"Of yesterday 's with thee, 8187|"What is _me_, the soul of me? 8187|"All of the days, each and all, 8187|"That since my life began 8187|"Had they together been turned 8187|"One moment into one? 8187|"The _one_ day was my night, 8187|"My morning was my morn; 8187|"The _morrow_ shall be, mine, too, 8187|"The _right_ day for my _night_ here. 8187|"Then come, my _FATHER_, let us fly 8187|"To the _right_ day, and thus we shall 8187|"See, love, how this moon's bright rays 8187|"Are blended, on each separate tide, 8187|"All in the moon, and each in thee!" 8187|As thus she spoke, the moon was seen 8187|'Mongst those stars like glancing rays, 8187|And the maiden with her lips, all rosy, 8187|Felt the warm light pour from those orbs divine. 8187|But when the moon beheld that smile 8187|On that fair face _on whom_ she gazed, 8187|Then, when no answer seemed to fall, 8187|She said, "A kiss is all I prove." 8187|When the kiss was done, 'twas known, 8187|As the maiden took her _right_ way, 8187|She saw no moon among the stars 8187|So warm as shone on her face, 8187|And sighed till she could feel her heart 8187|Burst into a thousand pieces. 8187|And saying thus, she gave a kiss-- 8187|"No, no, like _three_, oh, that is _one_! 8187|"Come _one_, _one_, like the moon I pray, 8187|"And tell, a kiss is all I owe!" 8187|And soon as that kiss came upon 8187|Her brow the moon was lit the brighter; 8187|And still as the moon rose o'er her face 8187|Its beams into her eyes were given. 8187|And now the _fondling_--her name 8187|Dissimulated from young to old, 8187|As from the _blessed children_ all, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 2180 ======================================== 8187|"For _he_," she waltzed in a lovely way. 8187|And then with a look of _meek_ mirth-- 8187|She could not help but look at him, 8187|And ask him, did he look as sweet 8187|As sweet her own lips, when met, she knew, 8187|"For _he wasn't_," said she;--"and so, 8187|"I'm sure he won't be so-so," said he, 8187|"For _you_ are not so-so--but _I_ 8187|I'll have all round you ever I can." 8187|Thus, in the summer time,--so dear 8187|To all this fair flower of girls-- 8187|They met as lovers; and her name 8187|Was Rachel; and his was George, 8187|His youngest son, and the darling 8187|Of his soul: while, though his birth no hint 8187|Had we to fear, George was--a thief! 8187|His father was as wise as he, 8187|As beautiful as he was true; 8187|They lived in ease and luxury, 8187|And left no love to their mother, 8187|And every day, with the brightest gem 8187|Of their youth shining in sight, 8187|This sweetest, sweetest of young maids 8187|Was given in wedlock, this little child 8187|Had been born to the man who steals. 8187|With a smile on love and truth grown true, 8187|They loved one another from the day 8187|When, thro' life's busy world and strife, 8187|Their heart was torn and their soul had sown 8187|In a sad, sweet, innocent strife 8187|As two sweet souls had kissed, and died. 8187|And now his father had no wealth; 8187|His heart was tender and true, 8187|Nor his own strength could serve him to the fray 8187|Or keep him safe on the field where he stood, 8187|Or defend him from the foeman or foe. 8187|Yet, tho' poor, he gave his heart and soul 8187|To the love-sick girl's best beloved-- 8187|And oftentimes he strove, with all his might, 8187|With her hopes to hold them as his own;-- 8187|And when the proudest and proudest in arms, 8187|And though young, seemed most like a dream come true, 8187|His very heart could tell their worth, 8187|And cry, "'Tis worth the while." 8187|Thus, all the summer long, the pair, 8187|As the light of love shines forth at night, 8187|Would play about in a fairy-haunted way, 8187|And talk and smile and rove and drink and eat, 8187|And watch the stars when stars rise early, 8187|And talk and smile and drink and eat, 8187|And watch the stars when they rise early. 8187|And when the night was almost gone, 8187|And evening came to stay their feet, 8187|As happy, so richly blest, 8187|As the sun's rose glitters now. 8187|Oh! 'twas a time sublime! 8187|Tho' the moonlight's golden glory 8187|Had not been turned into splendor, 8187|Of this love-sick world of ours. 8187|For, thro' each thought was a spark 8187|Of the heaven-scented musk, 8187|Of this world above, where a kiss 8187|Is but a thousandth of that! 8187|Such a time was there, all night, 8187|When the heart had visions bright, 8187|Of hearts as pure as love's own birth, 8187|Of hearts as true as love's own skies. 8187|And the young girl, who knew her youth, 8187|With the warm smile that knew her age, 8187|Would talk to herself over wine, 8187|While this young love's eyes like rainbows 8187|Of their heaven, and his youth, like flowers, 8187|Of his heart were peeping round. 8187|Then to the hearth beneath his tree 8187|She would whisper sweet dreams to him,-- 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 2190 ======================================== 19226|As I lay awake, I saw 19226|Loud laughter in the roof-- 19226|Pleasant words, good-night; 19226|Glad voices, but with tears 19226|Deep in the eyes and brows; 19226|Bold words of longing; 19226|And a sigh!--and I know 19226|That she thought to see 19226|When she opened the door. 19226|The night is past as he can tell-- 19226|And the clouds that were white 19226|As he stood to behold 19226|Are burned to red with the red death-fire 19226|Which has fallen on every shore. 19226|And the stars are gone, the stars, 19226|And the moon is hidden in space, 19226|And every hill is in the grey, 19226|And winds have died, and the grey grass dies, 19226|And men are silent, and silent dead, 19226|And men cannot talk! 19226|Men cannot talk! 19226|And what do you think of their eyes, 19226|Their dark eyes? 19226|How they glistened and gleamed! 19226|Their faint heart! 19226|How they came down upon you like rain, 19226|And how they have been there ever since 19226|Though you have been weeping, I do not tell! 19226|But the world is quiet, and still, and still, 19226|And there is never a voice 19226|From the light you knew 19226|Through the silence which lies to your ear 19226|E'er like the music that's heard no more! 19226|The sea will lie as deep as when it was first seen 19226|O 19226|O sea! it is past the foam, the drift, 19226|The spray, and the wave, and the shore; 19226|But it is not dead! 19226|And its light shines over the grave, 19226|As it shone on your face, 19226|And its silent waves are heard 19226|Still by the shore, on the sea. 19226|What is it that is lying there, 19226|As though it had only stood? 19226|Is it the old, old, old man 19226|Whom you watched at the fore! 19226|Or is it a young girl 19226|That you used to watch 19226|When the wind blew from her right 19226|And the waves were cold as stone? 19226|"And what," said the grey sea wind, 19226|"Do you think the old man's dead?" 19226|And the waves rose high, and the wind sighed low, 19226|And the tide came in and went out again, 19226|But there's not a breath, 19226|And the grey sea wind 19226|Never lingered on the shore, 19226|And never a voice was heard 19226|For the cry "Ah!" 19226|And a silence fell on the sea, 19226|And a shadow stood on the sands, 19226|As they saw the grey sea wave 19226|Lay silent down; 19226|Then a voice from out the depths 19226|Came out of the depths-- 19226|"And what do they think of it all, pray, 19226|When the sea is so silent now?" 19226|And a voice from out the waves 19226|Came out of the waves-- 19226|"And in spite of all, there is a light 19226|From the light that is shed, 19226|For the sea will lie down deep 19226|Until the world be grey" 19226|And in spite of all, 19226|The sun will shine out on the sea, 19226|That lies silent and still, 19226|For the sun will go out on the sea, 19226|In spite of all its noise. 19226|And a voice from out the wave 19226|Came out of the wave-- 19226|"And ah, what do they think of it all, pray?" 19226|And the sea lay flat, 19226|And a voice from out the wave 19226|Came out of the wave-- 19226|"And the world is dark and empty, and bare, 19226|And the sunlit sea 19226|Is a waste to-day, 19226|And the grey sea ======================================== SAMPLE 2200 ======================================== 1287|The old man's heart-strings tingled in his breast, 1287|"And who art thou, that speakest to me? 1287|Tell me what it is I fear!" 1287|The youth of fair Ausonia! 1287|'Tis the youth of fair Ausonia, 1287|Who the fairest maiden fair hath wove; 1287|Her voice has struck the maiden's soul. 1287|"O love, the maiden's song, 1287|In what fair shape thou standest? 1287|With thy fair arms folded, 1287|What shapes are those in arms' while 1287|Thou wavest round the maiden's waist? 1287|Whose are those actions, 1287|Those actions of thy hand? 1287|What are those actions, 1287|And what actions themselves?" 1287|The maiden's spirit stood still, 1287|Her hand the maiden's soft bosom felt, 1287|As o'er it her spirit moved. 1287|And thus she spoke: 1287|"From henceforth, 1287|And ever, 1287|From henceforth, no longer wilt thou lie for me! 1287|I'm the maiden, O mine own, 1287|Whom thou lov'st with love's lightest breath, 1287|Thyself with fire is glowing! 1287|For thy good deeds I'll ever love thee still, 1287|Thou art mine! and so shall be mine! 1287|For my love's sake, 1287|Come hither, 1287|And leave thy palace to a maid of mine, 1287|The daughter of a king divine, 1287|And to my will obey, and I'se be thine. 1287|"Come hither, 1287|And hide 1287|In yonder forest, 1287|Whatso e'er thou doest, 1287|So 'twill ne'er disturb 1287|Our bliss in the sky, 1287|And ruin the maiden's heart, 1287|And spoil the maiden's flower. 1287|Come hither, 1287|And thou shalt think 1287|The night is fair, and the day is good. 1287|Why does love, in darkness and in sleep, 1287|Move about them like the light of morn? 1287|And whence, ah! why why can love move so fast? 1287|Why does it ever leave a widow's heart? 1287|When, in this dark night, it shall arise 1287|And come to its mistress' side again. 1287|Oh, why does this wild nymph her love delay, 1287|While she stands motionless and helpless here? 1287|For she, alas! in dark solitude, 1287|Is not loved, she is not loved at all! 1287|"The youth who once my love may hear 1287|Alike in the forest dwells, 1287|For whose fair form, through mine ear, 1287|In a thousand forms I hear. 1287|And with the sound he turns his head, 1287|All drenched in dew lies his lip, 1287|Like a spring from the meadows rolled, 1287|His locks his wrath, love, or dread. 1287|In one he'll lie, in another, 1287|And for a third will be lost. 1287|Who with a single kiss will win 1287|My heart, my soul, and all above? 1287|"Ah, what a noise there is in Thetis' meadow, 1287|When the cows are all on the wing, 1287|And a flock is gathering in Thetis' meadow, 1287|And a flock is gathering there. 1287|I heard, I heard--but with awe, 1287|I cannot perceive what might I see; 1287|'Tis not a herd, or a flock, 1287|That I heard, at the meadow's verge. 1287|"He, in the meadows, is lying, 1287|And he, beneath the sky, 1287|Is a young girl, with a bird by her, 1287|Whom I never have seen heretofore! 1287|Oft of one I've heard it say, 1287|'We love, we love, we both love so.' 1287|In yonder meadow ======================================== SAMPLE 2210 ======================================== 19385|Away the auld grey mare with her load of grief, 19385|And braid her loose kerchiefs to the wind; 19385|The sinner, on the brink of heaven, who made 19385|The wan-cheek'd frown that frown'd upon her face-- 19385|With a soft smile she smiled on him, and said-- 19385|'I'll not be blamed! I'll not be blamed! 19385|Alas! how I did sin! 19385|Alas! I canna think 19385|That sinners can be cursed, 19385|Nor that God's curse could be 19385|So light on _you_, thou vile, 19385|And such as you, to _mine_ would be. 19385|But you, it seems, have lost your way; 19385|And, oh! for my poor mare's pain, 19385|I'll bear you home the way you came; 19385|My curse upon your head is made-- 19385|I will never, never, never speak 19385|That curse again on _you_ for ever. 19385|And though you take me to the waste, 19385|And cast me down upon the sward, 19385|No curse on me can be laid-- 19385|I wot 'tis well enough, I wot 19385|'Twas your fault you made me curse that mare.' 19385|"Awa! ye hills, and mountains, and sands, 19385|And dales, and caverns of the heart, 19385|That lie between the earth and heaven, 19385|Are but a glassy, empty bowl, 19385|Where Life, when she once has had her fill 19385|Of waking, can but dream and toil 19385|About that empty breast of hers. 19385|She'll come again in spring-time, when 19385|The green is blushing, the heart is furled 19385|With roses of rapture and delight; 19385|And in the hour of midnight white 19385|She will come with her golden sun, 19385|Whose lovely face is a morning's mirror, 19385|In whose light her rose-hair'd maids 19385|May, as in love's rapture-wreaths, behold 19385|"And when she comes the way of spring 19385|Is a long, long path that crumbles down 19385|And leaves no trace behind, 19385|Only old autumn's withering rime, 19385|And autumn's winds of winter wither'd, 19385|And the last drops have still'd the fountain. 19385|"And when she comes the way of sweet, 19385|The last gleam is of her blue eyes, 19385|And the last sound is her sweet laugh. 19385|And the last memory the old mare 19385|Of the days of her youth will recall, 19385|And say--'The way goes up, the way goes down 19385|But the hours that I have wasted on it 19385|Have not led me any farther than it,-- 19385|But I've seen a great many mares, I am told, 19385|Dry-head'd for life, and dying in the dark.' 19385|"And when she comes the time of peace, 19385|It is a long road in a dusty land, 19385|Where oft, in summer, I have missed 19385|The scent of rose upon the tree; 19385|And oft, in autumn, the white cloud 19385|Has hung 'mid snow, and sometimes hung 19385|Hanging a horse's head, white and white, 19385|Or hung a pike's head, white and gray, 19385|To hold my shawl, if it should break. 19385|"And when she lies beneath the shade, 19385|Where once my trotting horse has stood, 19385|It is a long road in a dusty land, 19385|Where oft I've been slow, and cursed him 19385|Because he trot'd behind me, fast. 19385|And there, where many a dusty stage 19385|Of glory waits its monarch's feet, 19385|My queen's grey mare lies, half grey, 19385|And white against the air. 19385|"And when she lies that I may see 19385|The last and last last farewell ======================================== SAMPLE 2220 ======================================== 8795|Heard not. So the light, that came from above, 8795|Retained its own shape and image, even as he, 8795|Even as thou art, still liveth in thy looks. 8795|And if the love of others make thee grieve, 8795|Or else the not matching of thy wealth, 8795|Me thinketh few will fail to see the cause, 8795|And why: for behold the covetous, who 8795|Control themselves more zealous than the rest, 8795|Have much the greater number, thus the scale 8795|Of happinesse weighs in Dante's favor. 8795|"What reason here aprehendeth not?" 8795|Began the bard, bowing reverentially. 8795|And he reproved them not, that seem'd offended, 8795|And bade me declare what next behooves. 8795|The city, that vast mass at a distance 8795|Looks, like a cloudy scene before a flame, 8795|And from afar it seems to me like cloud 8795|Beneath a clear sky: then as the sanguine stream 8795|Forth issuing, shows the multiplicity 8795|And all the minend of its transgression, 8795|So down it fell, by its own force provoked, 8795|At th' other side, towards the rivulets, 8795|That from the sea take their current for a road. 8795|Thomonz! pity him, who thy petition 8795|Defraudes! and spare those drops of precious blood, 8795|That, flowing but from elders, puissant men, 8795|That day should certainly be shed on Lart, 8795|And on Famagosta, and on Verde, and 8795|On every Harz. O love and mercy! now 8795|Is there no tripartite mercifulness, 8795|No just exchange of argument, since wrong 8795|Swells in the church? Ye sons of Dasa, say, 8795|Who in your church ye martial, and who in none, 8795|Save he who heads it, are ignorant and blind, 8795|Supposing that your great father Origilla, 8795|Your very echo, and yourself so much 8795|His mirror, vouchsafe to answer for yourselves. 8795|Your custom is, to abstain from Christian kind, 8795|And to respect the sects; and therefore ye, 8795|Baptiz'd, stand in good prospect of decease, 8795|If ye propound no novelty in the faith, 8795|New, and of such force, as must disperse quickly, 8795|Like the pollen of that olive kinded by fire. 8795|I then, who Lupo am, ye neighborhood 8795|Of Milan, pass'd by with little prayer, 8795|Musing to Harpetta, where I late 8795|Avoid'd surmisings, and gave devout thanks 8795|That hope is yet alive; I thinking, more 8795|To test the relique of my master's spirit, 8795|Then to attend you. But when I arrived 8795|At the great door, whose threshold is beholden 8795|Most, if not all, spiritual, I beheld 8795|On either side with eyes of amazement, 8795|Six solemn forms; and these with gestures fierce 8795|Expressed dissent, as from a stander-by. 8795|Before me saw I, on the dashed snow, 8795|A tribe, who wearied out both man and steed. 8795|In front, an aged man, with shrunken lip, 8795|On pricking steed reclin'd; beneath, a boy 8795|Fix'd to the rein; behind him, with the nose 8795|Fix'd nose aside, and snout interdicting 8795|His breath through his long beard, so grim and huge, 8795|It lipped forth keener than stinging worm. 8795|At bottom of a ditch they place him in 8795|Three fathoms down: then dig a trench as deep 8795|As seven measureless gravestones. Bruised 8795|Thy neck, Oriental elephant! by the jaws 8795|Of torture hard and stubborn, must thou be 8795|Smooth'd to meet better rewards: whence of thy friends 8795| ======================================== SAMPLE 2230 ======================================== 24815|_I saw, I saw_, 24815|"_We never were at a fair_"; 24815|He spoke with a low voice; 24815|'Twas not the spirit of woe: 24815|His eyes were bloodshot and dim; 24815|A look was in his eye-- 24815|A look with a devil in't, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits knew 24815|They gave a heart-ache fit. 24815|'Twas the devil who made him cry, 24815|The devil who laid bare his heart, 24815|A look that was a curse, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits felt 24815|It'd turn to a gallop-horse, 24815|When the lad looked up and smiled, 24815|That made the whole place stir-- 24815|'Twas as if the spirits knew 24815|They sent a heart-ache fit. 24815|'Twas a devil of a lad, 24815|That made the devil swear, 24815|'Twas his little hand that pressed 24815|That made the devil weep: 24815|"God bless you, father," he said, 24815|That made the devil cry; 24815|"On my soul, ye'll never know 24815|An angel without a devil!" 24815|He spoke, and to and fro 24815|He humped his little fists; 24815|He roared, and his voice was shrill, 24815|And he made the devil bow, 24815|All down his breast to the thighs, 24815|And the devil's face was grim. 24815|"'Tis devil and devil alone," 24815|The devil cried, "I"-- 24815|"Nay, you'll never see her face 24815|Because she has a devil." 24815|He cried, and in he ran, 24815|And there was nought of that there; 24815|The devil lay down, and cried, 24815|"_Your_ devil, _is_, it is!" 24815|"Thou shalt go to hell," the boy cried, 24815|"And all the devils there;" 24815|And right and left the fray 24815|Went up, in his face to the eyes, 24815|With devils' blood in their eye, 24815|And he was one for an uproar, 24815|And then he took his stand 24815|And all his friends around 24815|Ranged in an easy row, 24815|In a row upon the ground: 24815|And right and left the fray 24815|Went up, in a straight row; 24815|And a devil of a clatter, 24815|And a shout and a clatter, 24815|And all along there rose, 24815|Laughter, in the devil's eye, 24815|A fiend from hell come down! 24815|"_Let this be just the sum of her worth_. 24815|She died; she died," cried all: 24815|All laughed and quarrelled sore, 24815|From the black-masked head 24815|Of the devil on the scaffold; 24815|While each to the other said, 24815|"This is our devil, that is woman!" 24815|As the Devil's Head was laying low 24815|The head of the Devil's Woman! 24815|As if she for evermore 24815|Was in some woe to be found, 24815|Ashen and stark and death-like and awful, 24815|Shed across the earth like wither'd straw, 24815|Or like the blanchings of the sea-- 24815|So stood the skull with silent crest, 24815|As if it had been sin to show, 24815|Saying "I am I, is woman's name!" 24815|And they were right, and they were wrong, 24815|That saw the skull upon the grave, 24815|And left it there with a sigh. 24815|O, ye that have eyes to see, 24815|O, ye that have ears to hear, 24815|Listen! on yonder height, 24815|There sits a woman's skull. 24815|She is talking and speaking low, ======================================== SAMPLE 2240 ======================================== 2819|If you like your beer cold and clear, 2819|If you like your tea cold and strong, 2819|Then, friend, you have little to fear-- 2819|Your friend's beer is stronger still. 2819|If, after all, you try in vain 2819|Your first attempt at drinking, 2819|Don't lose confidence in yourself, 2819|Don't lose heart of who you are; 2819|You may be very well indeed 2819|Your first attempt at drinking, 2819|For you've only got yourself. 2819|If you don't drink much, it doesn't matter much, 2819|For you only drink what you can drink; 2819|And when the water's done, you certainly can 2819|Have it all yourself. 2819|If you try to save a frog by drowning him, 2819|Don't fret yourself, though, lest life should be thawed out; 2819|He took you kindly once, and then, he froze you, 2819|And how could you be human, if you hadn't got 2819|A little human feel for water and earth? 2819|We are as little brothers as any two are, 2819|Neither over strong nor weak; 2819|There's not a creature under the sun 2819|Can match our strength or nerve: 2819|Our pride in this is rather less than naught, 2819|For we can carry a frog all the way round.] 2819|If you are proud of your strength and of your speed, 2819|Of your head and of your heels, 2819|If in a rush you can rush like any two-galled 2819|Man and woman on earth, 2819|You will never be a man or a woman what so ever. 2819|When you are done with your little squealer race, 2819|You can go to any side with ease, 2819|Carry a frog as long as you like underneath you, 2819|Which, being so huge and heavy, you may well doubt 2819|Is carried there just to show you how you can cram.'] 2819|What would we give to have wings 2819|Or something more incredible-- 2819|A chance to fly some great flight? 2819|To fly and roam for ever 2819|And be so bold in flying 2819|So as to prove ourselves 2819|High "Ailes de nos Pilots"-- 2819|But, no! We must work and wait. 2819|We have "not nothing" in "Ailes de nos Pilots." 2819|You are quite right in the case of "Ailes de nos Pilots," 2819|That no one anywhere knows how much they mean, 2819|But that's because 2819|Nobody has seen 2819|Just how much they mean. 2819|Nobody knows 2819|Just how much they mean. 2819|I don't need no patent-leather model! 2819|I can get in my little panniers on to the tracks, 2819|and go sailing in my little panniers on to the tracks. 2819|And now, who would have me doubt that I'll live to reap 2819|whatever fortune I've taken from my poor bad boy? 2819|Who but the man who built me with his hard-earned money, 2819|and pushed on my hull, and set my sails in the cold, 2819|and brought me up on dry land when my life was as sure as 2819|a fish out of water! Nobody noticed or cared: 2819|I was always a high-and-mighty caracole. 2819|But when the waves came up and beat upon my keel, 2819|and I heard the angry laughter of the angry tide, 2819|I went on thinking, while my hull was sheltered and warm, 2819|of God who took from me that same protection, 2819|And that His promise to me was, "Now live; 2819|live and conquer! 2819|I'll give you strength to climb and cover and prevail 2819|over men!" 2819|But, no! 2819|I must work and wait, 2819|I have "not nothing" in "Ailes de nos Pilots." 2819|To-day I am going a voyage--but, tell me, friend, 2819|for whom does your "highness" offer ======================================== SAMPLE 2250 ======================================== 1365|Watched for a moment, and then left the room. 1365|THE TEMPERATURE OF THE SOUTHERN STAR 1365|THE MORAL: "The warmer are the bosoms 1365|On whose warm centre are their children nestled." 1365|IT was this which the old Oracle sung 1365|Through her lips, not in her heart: "Lo! the day 1365|Of Eden! The first of many days! For of old 1365|Eve made the firmament, a shining way 1365|To everlasting stars! And, lo! God said 1365|Let the waters run forth, and the fountains flow 1365|To all the lands, for man to use them well!" 1365|In the midst of all the tents of men they saw 1365|The Angel of the Tent approach. And He cried: 1365|"Henceforth thou shalt be changed to a water-nymph! 1365|A beauteous plant thou shalt be, and change 1365|Into a hyssop! Change me with thee! Change! 1365|Why hast thou changed me?" And the Angel answered: 1365|"Behold my love, I can but name thee thus, 1365|I can but call thee; but thou gavest me power 1365|To change my form with horns! And for my horn 1365|I gave thee leave to do so! So be thine, 1365|Thou wicked prince! and lo! it is decreed 1365|Thou shalt change into a she-wolf, and lay 1365|At her belly her unbroken heart, wherein 1365|Her hidden heart is hid; so that she bears 1365|A monstrous brood, whom she may spare to slay 1365|At will, till the appointed season come!" 1365|So the Apostle spake, and on the ground 1365|The Angel of the Tent fell down and died! 1365|And there the Angel of the Lord sat hid, 1365|All blood-guiltful, with his seven horns exposed! 1365|And the six orbs that follow Him were all 1365|In the shape of horns, and all eyes had awe 1365|When the figure and horn types were revealed. 1365|So they that saw the Prophet standing there, 1365|Up from their tent, as a herald sent, 1365|Cried, "You false idolatresses are free, 1365|Free to defile the Holy One in Heaven!" 1365|Then the Angel from his disguise withdrew, 1365|And was seen no more among them again; 1365|And there the holy Lord was buried! 1365|But his name is not forgot! For long 1365|After, through the forest and across the sands, 1365|The Lord did proclaim his awful presence there 1365|On a tree! From that hour it bears 1365|No tree within the wilderness more fair, 1365|Within the desert more abject the Lord. 1365|The man whose steps fall on the tree shall die! 1365|So do the laws of Moses command! 1365|And the Angel's horns proclaim that He shall reign 1365|Over all of the host of Heaven! And they 1365|Whose paths led unto the Holy Land 1365|Immediately ceased from their strange sin, 1365|And were changed unto the Prophets and Saints 1365|Of the Old Testament! There the Lord said: 1365|"From that hour the Promised Land shall be mine, 1365|Till all the work of the Creator, which 1365|I have made, and placed beside thee, lie 1365|Unmingled among my works; 1365|And in all of His goodness I ask no tribute, 1365|But that all things be created new, 1365|And that ye serve and use all my gifts 1365|For love of Him who gave them. And ye shall serve 1365|The Lord alone, for He has been your slave, 1365|And ye have served me well! And ye shall dwell 1365|In peace and joy forever and aye!" 1365|It was a vision of the Lord revealed 1365|At Mabel's birth, to Mary Magdalen, 1365|Who lay in her mother's arms upon the floor. 1365|It was the time when angels are most kind; 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 2260 ======================================== 1365|A dream of what our Father's love shall be! 1365|How in our days of strife and sorrow 1365|A blessed moment my soul shall see! 1365|The sun shall be streaming on my heart, 1365|When this the last of my long story, 1365|And the last cry of a new one shall fall 1365|On that empty hour in Hell and Fire! 1365|Beneath the gray old age-walls, 1365|Underneath the boles and shadows brown, 1365|Who shall read for me the sacred book? 1365|Beneath that ancient, stately wall, 1365|In the high school-yard, by that old homestead, 1365|There the ghosts of dead men read the prayers, 1365|On the heavy tomes of the old sexton's urn. 1365|And there shall the old children stand, 1365|Reading from the slow of the old preacher's text, 1365|As if their reading was a dream, 1365|Or a dream of sleep, or of death, 1365|Like some dream of sleepers, that weep 1365|'Mid life's busy, noisy scenes, 1365|While the mother's heart goes beating fast! 1365|And the men's voices all will call 1365|To that old sermon of long ago, 1365|Ere they read it; those old faces, 1365|In the crowd of grave and grave guys, 1365|All laughing, all with pleasant gaze, 1365|As the talk turns back to the boy in Calaveras! 1365|For the old pastor's grave is not like a coffin, that 1365|Is so tall that the ladder has a way to go, 1365|From the topmost stone that's on its way 1365|To the floor of the wall, to the wall below: 1365|For the topmost stone is not so high 1365|As the grave-stone above, but a place 1365|Where the children can walk and know 1365|That the church-bell may ring and God hear them! 1365|And the children know that they are safe, 1365|As each angel, hovering by the tomb, 1365|Looks over their shoulder with glad surprise, 1365|Seeing the little children pass out of the land! 1365|So the old pastor's grave is secure 1365|From the crowds that crowd around his grave, 1365|Because it is by the side of the children 1365|And is marked by an angel at the door! 1365|But the children cannot read the prayers, 1365|Which no one else can read, save only you; 1365|And the children are not given their books, 1365|They are not given when they come to read, 1365|And it galls them, even at Easter-time, 1365|To hear so rude and wild a text 1365|As the old preacher's book on the sea, 1365|With the words "Here be children, come to play!" 1365|So this church is silent, as one dazed 1365|And senseless by heat and darkness bound, 1365|Till the children look and read for you 1365|The words they cannot read, the books they cannot read. 1365|And when at night you wander up and down 1365|The empty rooms, but cannot find 1365|The letters of the sacred writs writ therein, 1365|As you searched long, you will then note 1365|Some little letters and the phrase 1365|Unto another page, of course, 1365|And some that seem to fall away 1365|In uninviting curves of speech, 1365|While you stand by your books and sigh; 1365|As you wait to hear a child's voice, 1365|You will hear a child's voice call you. 1365|"I do not know why!" said the monks. 1365|"I was not given," the monk replied, 1365|"In this way; I have gone too far, 1365|I should have spoken to you, not me. 1365|There is a power within our hearts 1365|That guides me to a higher end, 1365|A higher purpose, if I say 1365|What it is that will make clear 1365|The secret of the letter-mark!" 1365|Then one of them looked down the holy aisle 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 2270 ======================================== 5184|In the land of Suttungar, 5184|Honey dearer than the berry." 5184|Now the mother of the hero 5184|Went herself to fetch the milk-package 5184|From the honey-producing region, 5184|These the words the mother uttered 5184|As she left her home as attendant 5184|On the goad of Long Island ferrets: 5184|Hast thou, thou son of little experience, 5184|Hast thou any notion, any notion 5184|How to take the dangerous milk-package 5184|That is brought to Pohyola from Kalma, 5184|How to transport it to Pohyola? 5184|Worthy is thy mother, worthy 5184|Is thy bride, thy future life-companion; 5184|Hast thou any notion, any conception 5184|How to take the dangerous milk-package 5184|That is brought to Pohyola from Kalma? 5184|Soon there comes a time when duty calls thee 5184|To prepare the food sufficient for man, 5184|Time to train thyself to do his duties; 5184|Rightly dost prepare the food for duty, 5184|For the meal is food of greatest value; 5184|Bake the biscuits in perfect purity, 5184|Bake the curds with equal hand deliv'rance; 5184|Take the powdered milk from cows that drink, 5184|From clean stalks, that hang not down the head; 5184|Drop the curds into the hot raw milk, 5184|O'er the whole flow like running water, 5184|From the new-made whey-clean white bread crumbs, 5184|From the double trencher in the oven. 5184|Quick the measured beating of the curds 5184|Makes the pasteilute flour ready; 5184|In the folded trencher place it, 5184|Beat it well, several times, and add it 5184|To the wholesome, well-tasting barley, 5184|For the bath the hero steams the flours. 5184|Serve the sweetened barley-flakes now, 5184|Not the purest, nor the best-tasting; 5184|Place a little table before thee, 5184|Where the hero may set down his ration. 5184|When the table is occupied serving 5184|Boiled and baked the desired ration, 5184|"Boiled and roasted" here means roasted; 5184|Beans, selected from the chosen barley, 5184|In a little brown pan were roasted. 5184|Lave the roasted, boiling, barley-beef: 5184|When the meal is almost done consuming, 5184|Steeped in water, it is steaming, 5184|In a hot white bread-crust that's steaming 5184|On the table near the villager. 5184|Now my brave son, thy task is filling, 5184|As thy duty requires the hero, 5184|To an offering of the highest worth, 5184|To the mother of thy fortune happy. 5184|Hast thou any notion, proud witch-beggar, 5184|How to swim the chilling waters, 5184|Tumble o'er the swimmers in the river, 5184|And to escape from evil geners? 5184|Many are the beauteous things that perish, 5184|Fire and flood in danger's hour of danger, 5184|Many in the battle's bludgeoning, 5184|Few against a thousand in the combat; 5184|Yet the hero-maiden swims the swiftest, 5184|In the broadest of the waters, 5184|Swimm's the rushing billows in the surface, 5184|Stops above the trembling flood-tide, 5184|Waiting for the hero's coming. 5184|Sable is the forest covering, 5184|Sable is the plain beneath him; 5184|Sable is the whirlpool filling, 5184|Sable is the forest roaring, 5184|Sable is the mountain roaring, 5184|Sable is the forest windings, 5184|Sable the blackening tree-tops, 5184|Sable the crashing waters, 5184|Sable the rushing cataract, 5184|And the Shingw ======================================== SAMPLE 2280 ======================================== A man that's a-walkin' still, 3023|And the ways of our life we not understand, 3023|And the things that through life we'll not see all his days. 3023|(Lives before the Chateau de Rivoli.) 3023|The King and the Queen they're goin' to town, 3023|By order of the Prince; 3023|For the King's to the Temple a-walkin' now, 3023|And the Queen's to Saint Pons to-morrow, too. 3023|Heaven protect us! our only comfort, 3023|The King, with all his train! 3023|Hastens with them all your joyous company. 3023|In the King's stead, and you'll have your rest. 3023|Hast thou not heard that he who once was your Lord 3023|Will in another season be your foe? 3023|My Lord, I hope to be duly received, 3023|And to bear you, if you'll, many a loyal hand; 3023|My God, I pray in His mercy show mercy! 3023|And that you may grow more connatural, 3023|He'll be here all the day and night. 3023|(A CHURCHMAN enters.) 3023|Who comes to pray? 3023|Bishop of Jerusalem! 3023|We come to praise our God, and to adore His fame, 3023|Who in long peace has heard us, though we ne'er could hear. 3023|And have you the keys, therefore, of the shrine? 3023|I have them; and, besides the Sabbath prayer, 3023|I'll leave Thy service in their charge; 3023|A service, indeed, so pleasing and so sweet, 3023|So full of grace and charity, 3023|That, with our whole hearts and soul we beseech Thee, 3023|O Mother-Goddess of our age, 3023|Our God, on whose great brow looks down on those below, 3023|That never yet his love could read, 3023|That, when the Sabbath-day is nigh, 3023|Thou dost not heed his voice, 3023|Nor care for any other one, 3023|Save him, who with his hand hath made the soil fertile. 3023|To whom the Holy Virgin's daughter. 3023|Hail! I come, good Saint! 3023|'Tis meet I come with you. 3023|Now give I ear! 3023|What are you coming to do there? 3023|To lay your holy hands 3023|In the great organ, and to strike the holy place, 3023|Where Jesus' body by the vineyard mosses green, 3023|In honour of his birth, 3023|Stands yet unbrokenly. 3023|To strike that holy spot, 3023|Which is thy own and is for ever by thy will; 3023|But to the organ, O my dear, what are you going to prove? 3023|To lay your hands most gently upon it. 3023|You know, my dear, 3023|That ever since the day you were born, 3023|The voice of God's true-speaking multitude 3023|Has in our church been mute; 3023|Yet there's a prayer for ever and ever! 3023|You know, my dear, 3023|That never since the day you were born, 3023|The voice of God's true-thieving multitude, has ceased. 3023|But to the organ, O my dear! 3023|'Tis here, my dear, 3023|That I most willingly will stand. 3023|O, can it be! 3023|For you, who know, 3023|With what a fervour you the people pray; 3023|Your power most freely you have given 3023|To strengthen the hearts of the poor. 3023|To strike the holy place, 3023|'Tis here, my dear, 3023|Where you and your people have struck their holy place. 3023|To strike the holy place, 3023|(The organ rings.) 3023|What dost thou see? 3023|The place is full! 3023|Now pray with us! 3023|Hail, holy host! 3023|'Tis she, the dear one of the Saviour's tomb! ======================================== SAMPLE 2290 ======================================== 34331|'A rose-bush and a brier red. 34331|'A rose-bud and a brier white, 34331|'To love and hold me close and fast.' 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every bird that sings, and flies, 34331|And rides on every flower that blows, 34331|There stands a rose-tree in the wood. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every little child that lisps, 34331|And moves about, and laughs, and soeps,-- 34331|It falls a rose-tree in the wood. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|In every baby that weeps, 34331|We throw the rose-tree in the stream, 34331|And watch it leaning over fast; 34331|There 's a rose in every place. 34331|(Love and hold me close and fast!) 34331|And then--as those who have been cold 34331|Take something to eat and drink-- 34331|We 've often heard the wailing breeze, 34331|And felt its chillness like a dress, 34331|And wished that we had the same. 34331|(But we can never give the same, 34331|And so we 've not been able yet, 34331|In all the years we 've been cold!) 34331|And next time you see us both so sad, 34331|Think of the roses--do not speak! 34331|So when you see our rose-tree bend, 34331|Remember that we are alive; 34331|And while we are upon the sands, 34331|Let us be near the sea! ... 34331|O'er the World and its Objects 34331|WITH a shudder of joy and a wild, enthusiastic chorus: 34331|As it came, it did not obey,-- 34331|The awful, hideous machine. 34331|A ghastly, open wreakhouse, bedabbled and brown with soot,-- 34331|The hideous wreck of a city, lost amidst the squall of its fires, 34331|Stood like a belfry of hell, tall and spattered and hoarse with alarms, 34331|Grim and distorted, gaunt and distorted with lurid embers red 34331|Gleaming,--and a dozen eyes that looked down into the squalor, 34331|Which made them creep! 34331|Till the light burned dimly in the high, black windows,-- 34331|Then they went blind again. 34331|As he passed through the great gaunt casement,-- 34331|He was like the man that built Babel; 34331|He had lifted from his loins huge iron engines, 34331|And rolled them into a pillar of steel, 34331|And piled them in front of Babel's towers-- 34331|And stood erect, 34331|A pillar of steel, towering and black with soot, 34331|A rampart of soot, 34331|Till all the smoke in the town was settled and cleared, 34331|When he turned and went over the bridge, 34331|And looked back on the water,-- 34331|As he ascended the creaking road,-- 34331|Where the water was white with the moon, 34331|And he heard the sound of the wheels of the steamer 34331|Rumble by the port. 34331|Then he crossed the ford, and he took the turnpike,-- 34331|And the road that he travelled was long and dreary, 34331|And he stopped at a tavern called "The Barber's," 34331|To drink and sup. 34331|And the man in the window looked out, 34331|With his shutters up, and his face like coals, 34331|And a shaggy beard spread over his glasses,-- 34331|He looked at him with such a look of disgust, 34331|That the barman cried, "You queer old shite, 34331|You know, I think you'll have to go." 34331|With a jerk of his head, the keeper of the tavern 34331|Brought him a seat quite near, 34331|And began to tell him of the great and little lakes, 34331|And the wondrous things that had been. 34331|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 2300 ======================================== 2732|I've been away from you, 2732|I've been away from you-- 2732|I'd ha' been to India, 2732|I've been away from you. 2732|It is now only through the night and the low light, 2732|That I may hope to gain, or to fix on the right 2732|The soul of the man who now comes to me blind, 2732|Who has the night's dark cloud over him cast. 2732|From my first boyhood I have not looked on the sky, 2732|In joy to be myself and the sun's first child; 2732|And I never was so glad when I turned in at school, 2732|To see some boy who understood and adored. 2732|He loved my book, and he loved my friends, and he loved my mother, 2732|The old woman who is all the man I know 2732|In what he has done, and how he has kept up this charade: 2732|And the old women here in the cell where I'm laid next to him 2732|May talk to you about the time when a call they received 2732|From the old man, so changed with the years, at the end of the world. 2732|And the man may say; "I always loved my old nurse's note, 2732|For the good she used to write about in her old way. 2732|We loved it when he called to the poor, who could not speak, 2732|The old way of the nurse, and the old way of the old man. 2732|And I've learned by the changes that we see in the note 2732|How beautiful old books are, and how foolish old ways are. 2732|"If you liked your nurse," he may say, "and she writes to the poor, 2732|And in her way are all kind deeds done by the old folks' hands; 2732|And you may know that she has had her day, and the world is wide, 2732|But who thinks the world's so strange, you think it's as true 2732|As our old nurse with that face where all life shines out,-- 2732|The man who is old and has grown so, I've heard it said. 2732|"I've seen so many changes in you since my boyhood's day, 2732|And you still are just the same in some moods and in ways of youth; 2732|But I'm glad that you've come back, since life used to fright you too. 2732|You came back with me to the old place, and there you were found, 2732|And the people who knew you, now all gone away, said you came 2732|That way, and the change was as pleasant as if you were not. 2732|"And if, at times, the world's dark to you at such an hour, 2732|At a change in the world, and in life, what else can you expect, 2732|But you have the old joy of life, the old man's smile of mirth, 2732|For life and you to go as they used to go of old, 2732|And the change in our friends, and the change in our land, and the change 2732|In our ways, and what else is there in the world beside, 2732|With old faces and new, and the old happy ways of youth." 2732|Then I said again "I think it was nothing but you, my boy, 2732|But if I've found anything that you have made for your mind, 2732|It is something that, in spite of the dark and the vast, 2732|Shall be strong and full of gladness, and well worth all men's breath. 2732|"But when I've seen anything," said he, "that is all I know, 2732|And you've but the old boy's way, and the old man's, that is all I see; 2732|I will say that I've thought much better of your old ways than you. 2732|"But if you had not grown like me, and lived and died as I, 2732|Or had lived longer in the day, and passed into the night, 2732|The old way of life would have left you at last, to be glad; 2732|"For the old friends of years, like the old friends of days, 2732|And the old ways of living, would all have ended in death. 2732|I think ======================================== SAMPLE 2310 ======================================== May he not see her when first 7122|'Twixt death and life again! 7122|For she, whose true, true heart-blood is the same, 7122|For whom this love her husband owns 7122|From all this strife of word and deed and blood 7122|Has gone to blanch the blushing rose, 7122|And shed its crimson on his hallowed clay! 7122|Ah! he must leave his wife, and all she said, 7122|For me to say, without her leaving home. 7122|She must go from home, he must go from view, 7122|She must be sternly truthful, nor dare 7122|On such a night look up and grieve for pain. 7122|What can I say,--I must speak,--I must say it 7122|Without her leaving home. 7122|She can but do this,--She can but do this, 7122|For he can never leave her in the room 7122|Ere I can say, "Be comforted, my dear!" 7122|And he shall never see her till I do. 7122|I'm quite afraid, dear, thus to begin, 7122|That I may bring my troubles to a head 7122|By such a sudden action. 7122|To speak so loud is the worst feeling 7122|I e'er began to speak aloud. 7122|The least I can do 7122|Is, to say,--good night! 7122|If he'll be calm-hearted, I must love him, 7122|And that I must love without the least taint. 7122|To do my duty as a Christian, 7122|Is my duty also. 7122|If he will bear true, true affection, 7122|I know that he can be so for me. 7122|To give him all that I can give 7122|Must be my whole devotion! 7122|"Good night!" said the maiden. And with this she 7122|Ran hurriedly away from the scene, 7122|While the fair lady, in a trice, was 7122|Coming toward the castle at full speed. 7122|And, oh! she could not bear to see the child 7122|To whom she the time had been allowed, 7122|But she held him very dear. In distress 7122|She wished to tell her, and she trembled, 7122|For her own feelings came in the back 7122|Of each still-speaking thought, and made her 7122|In fact in such a case as never 7122|Had ever been heard in this country; 7122|So she went back into the garden, saying, 7122|"Ah! that my children's voices were still 7122|Brought from the sky, my lovely baby! 7122|Good night!" as she passed from the place, 7122|But with the twilight was all stillness; 7122|And she turned o'er her child's eyes, and saw 7122|Her hand, which she had tenderly 7122|Made in the other little one's hand, 7122|Lay empty upon the table. That 7122|Made her such pain, with wonder now, to think 7122|Of it, as, folded close beside her, lay 7122|The empty, folded hand of her delight. 7122|Then she sobbed aloud. Oh! what a sad sight 7122|Was this for her to see those eyes so bright! 7122|"Alas!" she thought, "what woe must now ensue! 7122|If I should ever see his face again-- 7122|His face in any day--I surely would 7122|Feel both so sad and so lonely then! 7122|It would be to him, in that lonely place, 7122|Like a shock from the world thrown into this." 7122|She then, with her children's voice, thought thus, 7122|"O God! that my children's joys here were sent! 7122|That we at last might win one joy to win! 7122|Oh! how I'd pine away the days to come, 7122|To see them and take delight in their pain! 7122|"My child!" she thought, "and I would kiss thy mouth, 7122|And look upon thy face in moments like these, 7122|Even in the world, and from that comfort then 7122|Would build a future ======================================== SAMPLE 2320 ======================================== 19221|Thy gentle heart can never know 19221|The charms that lie in these, 19221|Or in the angel-breaths that stay 19221|And light those eyes in heaven! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|With stars and waters set, 19221|With stars and waters in a shape 19221|That glides along the ground, 19221|Comes dancing down the way 19221|By brooks and grass and grass and brooks-- 19221|Away beyond the hills, 19221|Away beyond the hills! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|The flowers and grassy fields between; 19221|The stars and waters seem to be 19221|Laden with beauty for her side; 19221|They seem to sigh, and sing, and flow 19221|Up the hollows of a hill-- 19221|Away beyond the hills, away-- 19221|Away beyond the hills! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|So lovely and so near, 19221|No bird would dare to wing its note 19221|Save only she,--her self! 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|A soul of harmony, 19221|So lovely and so near! 19221|No bird has ever dared to soar 19221|A soul so near and bright! 19221|But I could stand in Eden long, 19221|And do without the stars and waves, 19221|And dwell my life away, 19221|Without an exile's fear 19221|Than that which I must give-- 19221|My soul--my soul! 19221|She was a queen of art, 19221|Of every grace the queen of song, 19221|She made her robe of snow, 19221|And every lillow wood her lap, 19221|And every star her faulchion bright, 19221|And every beast of bale her prey. 19221|She was a queen of pleasure, 19221|The goddess of the golden rod; 19221|She knew the tender art of strife 19221|And every artifice of strife. 19221|The goddess of the living soul, 19221|She gave her life her earthly prize, 19221|For her Belial the False, 19221|And for the True God she gave her breath, 19221|And all, my lord and you; 19221|She was a queen, and there 19221|Her heart had never known delight; 19221|For in her mouth there gleamed no food, 19221|No daintiness for Love to taste; 19221|A little fruit on bough; 19221|A little flower in dew; 19221|And fruit that ripened on a morn 19221|When spring was fair and new; 19221|A little flower that grew 19221|Full budded, full-blown, 19221|And sweet in the April breezes; 19221|I bid you thus for her, 19221|But what should man do less? 19221|For though she were a queen of art, 19221|She was a queen of joy and bliss 19221|Without all armour, that can grieve, 19221|Nor shield the head from grief-- 19221|For grief is a rare thing! 19221|The morning star gave forth her light, 19221|And all the aisles of Eden rang 19221|With music sweet as any fount 19221|That waters fountains wild and free. 19221|Beneath my feet the green grass lay 19221|Like softest silk; the trees were gay 19221|With flowers that in the meadows stood; 19221|This way and that in many a ring 19221|The birds were fluttering to and fro; 19221|And 'twas so everywhere I found 19221|The air perfum'd with odours sweet: 19221|Perfum'd me the sense of grass, the smell 19221|Of lilies after shower, the nut-shell 19221|After splashing of ocean; all the low 19221|And balmy air, whence musky bliss 19221|Effuse itself on after days, 19221|When man, at that rapt union reconciled, 19221|Rejoices and exults in Paradise. 19221|The stars came out; they were no match for me 19221|For ======================================== SAMPLE 2330 ======================================== 17448|That was as cold as my nose, 17448|A thumping auld wife, 17448|She bint in a pewter pot 17448|When her children was away, 17448|A bairn 'at never was bairn, 17448|She wuld luke next door to me. 17448|I heard when we men was at 17448|By Sir Stodge 'twas sicht in fash, 17448|But now I love 'is style fash, 17448|And when I met my dearie, 17448|'Twas nicht wad I had to leave, 17448|For I loved them both a jinkie 17448|That day. 17448|When I did hear they'd been gleg in Fardels 17448|Ye thocht, Sir, tasselit! 17448|But I kent they'd been gleg in Fardels 17448|And I wundied off to see, 17448|An' came back a-yevin as stear't, 17448|The twa I bifold an' dead, 17448|An' told my dearest dearest deid 17448|Twa lang summers ago. 17448|Bifound me two 'uskes, that was uskers, 17448|In two our ways an' forms. 17448|Sae I was braw, sae bifour me mithers, 17448|I've bin a braw wife an' dame 17448|For a' my good name an' three, Sige, 17448|An' a' my son's an' four, Meehan. 17448|Twa livins sons that is! An', M'Lane, 17448|I wish they tak' me kittle! 17448|An' a' my daddie's auld guid friend, 17448|A moch, an' auld guid maid; 17448|An' my ain dear pugilistead, 17448|They'm beamin' kittle fiew, 17448|If I were in a braw strae, 17448|Sige, I wad haud hummin' wi' 'em! 17448|Aye, whiles auld Nick was auld, 17448|An' moosh o' gowd in the street, 17448|I wisht, I wad haud hummin' wi' 'em! 17448|Tak' ae day at t' bank, an' a' gie 'em 17448|To gie muckle in debt, 17448|For t' day of a' they'll be 17448|The guinea that's gane owre! 17448|I'm niver now left wiv 'em, 17448|An' siller an' a' that won't fit 'em. 17448|But in the byre they hae been 17448|For meker nor bouse and lang dog! 17448|I want a wife, an' a' that I can hae! 17448|"Oh, what is there to a'?" quo' Jim, 17448|"Bide twa tears, or be twa-bits! 17448|Aye, Jim, a weepin' in a door 17448|Is a' the way to win it." 17448|"I'll mak' aye my bed," quo' Jim, 17448|"The bed that my bairn can hae." 17448|"I'll mak' my bed wi' ae bed, 17448|An' all the night through I'll sleep 17448|Aweard wi' the lave o' the bane, 17448|Wi' dreams o' ae bed by Mylica's well." 17448|Takin' Jim to the well-water, 17448|She stod sic like a saint, 17448|While poor, wan Willie wald be lank, 17448|Wi' Jim's sweet, water-glass! 17448|Tyu at the well-water 17448|Wi' Jim, her brithers were dakin', 17448|Tyu did nae harm nor mair 17448|To sum a body in that glass o' flesh. 17448|There was a lass, a lass that was roundly loath 17448|To be loved, and hated, and betrayed ======================================== SAMPLE 2340 ======================================== 16376|Of the strange tale, by which they were deceived. 16376|And so, he went to join them. That is all, 16376|And a very few of these have lived, 16376|And the rest have not. So, let it be: 16376|But I must say a word that angers me, 16376|Because it comes to us, as we know, 16376|From the pen that is not yet enlightened. 16376|For I had a strange experience, 16376|Which it would not be right to leave unsaid. 16376|I have not told it in all it's causes 16376|And the way in which they happened, all 16376|I can say is, that I felt uneasy 16376|Just leaving that most secret of places, 16376|And another, which I shall mention. 16376|'Twas a great hall, with velvet seats spread, 16376|Furnished in fashion after the taste 16376|Of the early sovereigns: and in it 16376|Lay a fine and stately statue wrought, 16376|By a master skilled in Italian art. 16376|I, who saw it in passing through the hall, 16376|Am reminded of one of those Greek loves 16376|Which ofttime we call Satyrs; we take 16376|The fairest things that beauty gives, and keep 16376|And honour them with pain and labour, 16376|Till the thing beauty cannot endure. 16376|And he who is most fond of his loves, 16376|When they must be all forlorn of him, 16376|Would rather that those fairest things 16376|Were thrown to the dogs than wearied of them: 16376|And so the Satyr who was most loved, 16376|When he saw that beautiful idol, 16376|Strode in indolence and eagerness, 16376|As if he were made for another use; 16376|And all his life in the great hall 16376|Like to a wasted Satyr wandered, 16376|Till some brave and noble creature, 16376|Who was more than his beauty for him, 16376|Laid him in mortal evil by; 16376|For he was no such worthless creature. 16376|Hers was a beauty so high and rare, 16376|That to me it seemed my death was near. 16376|Then I remembered that great master, 16376|Who loved me more than life itself,-- 16376|How I should love if I'd known when it 16376|Was night and that I might not see him; 16376|How the King's Son's bride (and for whom 16376|I love this great King) should hate me; 16376|And how the Greek and Italian 16376|Gul'd out their passion for each other, 16376|And each in turn would make his lover. 16376|He, not in vain had woo'd me, though 16376|All those young eyes must have admired it, 16376|Which, to his, were but a thin veil. 16376|For mine were not like those young eyes; 16376|My hair is black, and I'm of a high race. 16376|And mine is grey, to the edge of the sun 16376|Or the brown of a swallow's wing. 16376|My mother is old. And yet it is true 16376|I have been young, and the wise ones all 16376|Have praised, and the fair young ones alone 16376|Have admired, and now the poor things know 16376|My beauty, and so I shall not be old. 16376|Yet if there's one thing old I shall not be, 16376|For the young ones are so delicate-sweet, 16376|And yet, I know, to God I am as young. 16376|And therefore I shall not be old, 16376|But be an ancient, austere, wise old thing; 16376|And I shall see the fair young ones again, 16376|As God has seen them, and not ask if here 16376|The fair young ones are with me or no. 16376|They sat upon the ground, 16376|And both of them were dull and dull, 16376|And neither of them moved. 16376|And the grass, and the grass and the grass-- 16376|How dull and how dull was the way that their feet ran! 16376|How dull ======================================== SAMPLE 2350 ======================================== 2621|To hear a great, low, silvery song. 2621|The air is like a nest, the sky is full of stars, 2621|With flickering, flickering light, 2621|And the low clouds are white with moonshine and beads, 2621|And the great moon, like a man that's dreaming, asleep. 2621|But out on the green, green grass 2621|The little blue sparrows hop, 2621|And like a little boy they leap 2621|Into a stream, a little stream 2621|That's just about to run, a little stream 2621|That's just about to run. 2621|But out on the grey, grey grass 2621|No bird hath come to rest, 2621|Only a little dog with a shaggy beard, 2621|Who lies there in the grass, a little grass 2621|That's just about to run. 2621|But up on the trees a house doth stand, 2621|With walls of stone and beams of wood that climb 2621|And lift each other to the roof like bars of steel. 2621|And up among the spangles gay 2621|That wind about the porch in misty lines, 2621|And look upon the world like some high dream, 2621|The house doth seem a little heaven like this, 2621|The wind and the house and the sparrow's tune, 2621|In the dusk-lighted wood-- 2621|A little house with soft gray walls, 2621|And soft white floors, and sparrows soft as dreams. 2621|And in there sleeps a pretty little elf, 2621|Fair as the day, all praise and praise is due, 2621|And yet not half so pretty 2621|As she whom the birches hold so fast. 2621|One side is grass, and one is stone, 2621|With blossoming boughs deck out the floor. 2621|But through the middle, a sweet flower-bed, 2621|With fragrant arms enrings the elfin child. 2621|And under this little flower-bed, 2621|And in its bosom, soft and warm, 2621|A little child at rest. 2621|For that was the golden bed, 2621|Her father and mother both 2621|A-bed, but while sleep they took, 2621|Filled in the little flower-bed. 2621|And when they woke and saw the sun, 2621|They kissed the little golden flower, 2621|As if they had never parted from it. 2621|"And is't you wise?" 2621|The little maidens said. 2621|I hear so many words 2621|Of wisdom and counsel 2621|And love and duty, 2621|Yet very few words 2621|Of love like this. 2621|As if the soul were too proud 2621|To lie within the body so; 2621|As if the flesh were too weak 2621|To live and be the life 2621|Of a whole race of men. 2621|There's beauty in her smile, 2621|There's wisdom in her look, 2621|But too much of either 2621|Is weakness and wrong: 2621|Her love has eyes of fire, 2621|And might not know 2621|Love that is not love. 2621|Ah, if she knew love like this 2621|She'd die, no more, 2621|And let herself be lifted 2621|And drugged with love. 2621|Oh, sweet is the maiden's smile 2621|In the green moss o'er the hearth; 2621|Oh, brave is the youth's young heart 2621|When no storms sound his war-note: 2621|But the smile on a woman's face 2621|Is power, and passion, and pride, 2621|And the joy of a life to be 2621|The joy of a woman's smile. 2621|She is the heart's one sister; 2621|She makes a heart's most fervent beat; 2621|She warms, and she warms again, 2621|Like passion's fire-engines. 2621|The little green grass of her heart-- 2621|The heart within her only-- 2621|But she hath said in her presence, 2621|"The ======================================== SAMPLE 2360 ======================================== 17127|A thousand times I've said it, and I'm told it's true: 17127|We are all very hungry for the best we can get: 17127|If we had just the right food, and it came down to 17127|just a pound instead of what it's got to be, 17127|There'd be some improvement every moment that I've a 17127|chance to look upon it. 17127|_In a little green room in the country near to the sea._ 17127|With its chimneys hoar and its mosses old and gray, 17127|This is the real abattoir, where the live stock are put 17127|For the sale at a later day. 17127|The hogs like to come out and sniff the air and the smell, 17127|But they never stir a step till they're handled by one 17127|Whose name I cannot tell unless it change to that of another: 17127|There's a little yellow dog with a silver chain on his neck, 17127|And a little red face with its eyes shut wide and shut, 17127|And a little black cat that will do anything for a toy. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and what do you think it is? 17127|It is a dainty little dog and a silver chain is its neck; 17127|But what do I care how nice it looks if it can't be bought. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|If it can't make money when one of these things comes to look, 17127|It won't be worn very often, and none of us'll care. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|If in the market to-day, and you see a little fat cow 17127|That seems much out of season, and in a poor-condition, 17127|And from a distance you can see it is not the same white thing 17127|As it used to be, and you can say with one voice, "O God," 17127|Why, that's the way you'd treat a cow or a fat cow of her past. 17127|But you'd never treat her back again with a face of its past. 17127|She's something more than a cow when she's treated as a dog, 17127|In all her past and all her present. 17127|Its name is Jenny and the same as you can guess. 17127|A little girl that has never been very old and who knows what 17127|This one was a little girl that had never been very old. 17127|She never did any wrong and never did any right, 17127|She had her little head on a bed of little straw, 17127|And she was happy as happy could be. 17127|It's the same with a calf, but it is a little calf that has 17127|The little girl lives in the same house as the baby, 17127|And she keeps such a racket that she can get up all day. 17127|She used to ride all day, but now she has ridden all the day, 17127|And she does it for her doll. 17127|And it's just as easy to watch as you can picture to be done 17127|When she gets up and goes out back. 17127|Its name is Jenny, and the same as you can guess. 17127|This little boy is like to have all this care of his. 17127|He must have it always with him wherever he goes; 17127|And it costs so much, too, to make him stay so long. 17127|Its name is Theodore, and he knows what he wants, too. 17127|It's a little cart that he's ridden, too, and made a lark 17127|The first time he had it, it sang like a bird through the air; 17127|It sings all day, and when you put it on its back, 17127|You see a picture, and some songster has been there. 17127|Its name is Theodore, and he knows what he wants. 17127|He wants to ride all day, and get the cart to him on time 17127|With having it to run about the yard every day, 17127|And a good row for all his children--and a good row for his cow-- 17127|And little Jenny at his side at play time. 17127|The children don't want too much, but the mother knows 17127|In ======================================== SAMPLE 2370 ======================================== 615|Which he had left behind in his old castle, 615|Nor for that other had this course pursued, 615|Than to possess the prize, which that array 615|That young King, by whom he served so well, 615|Had given to that fair damsel for his own. 615|'Twas on the morrow, when the evening fell, 615|(As thou hast before remarked) that there 615|The fair and courteous dame a little bent 615|On other task, than to repair his bed, 615|-- Who, to excuse the want of rest, would go, 615|Hoping to bathe her limbs -- she called before 615|The gentle courtezan, who had gone 615|All naked to the court, and would have taught 615|Her how to get him rest, but that he slept: 615|"Since of the present day's events is nought; 615|Told thee so oft, in thy former lie, 't was told. 615|"And thou hadst been content, without delay, 615|To take the journey, whence I had your ear, 615|Ere yet the sun had rose; but since the hour 615|I heard that song, I had in no despite, 615|Hoping for better fortune; but, in sooth, 615|'Gainst this ill life-time I have done well, perforce, 615|Whereby my life is almost spent, and lost. 615|"And yet for all those things, which I have done, 615|I have so much admired your noble sprite, 615|That I have not been sorry of my deed, 615|Nor changed my thoughts, because I oftentimes 615|Have vowed against my life, I would not die, 615|Would never touch another's life again. 615|"This is my folly; that I never grieve 615|To leave another; that -- a fact no less -- 615|I never do thee wrong because I live: 615|And more against the truth have you offended. 615|No less I pray you do me no wrong. 615|"That will I not; nor have I any fear, 615|To make you such a prey to any foe. 615|But when I see thee, I will tell thee true, 615|That I no less respect thy gentle life, 615|Than others do, I deem, or should deem thee. 615|"For I shall see thee to the end; no child 615|Thou wilt have of me, save in thy place: 615|But that thou know that I for honour died, 615|I pray thee say, and not that another is. 615|For all would think I lived only to live 615|For my dear brother, and had none beside, 615|But him for whom I do so long a love, 615|To see, and love him well because I died." 615|The dame, who had this message well foregone, 615|And well had spoken, to her chambers flew; 615|Who, in her sorrow, that unhappy man, 615|Hears from his door an evil pestilence, 615|Which, in the same week -- which is the second week -- 615|For six days had kept the cavalier. 615|But it not only flies to murder's brink, 615|(Which would of love be worse than of the sword) 615|It spreads, and to the dame and cavalier 615|The pest pervades, which none can escape. 615|The pest the lady then so near had found, 615|When she the dame her secret kept from sight, 615|And, when the lady of the horn, in France, 615|Came to the tower, where late her lord she found. 615|The damsel, when she found the wight, but sore 615|And sorrowful, did well her lady show 615|For that she made a banishment from sight, 615|For very grief, which so inflamed her woe, 615|Was so distressed, she scarce one word might speak; 615|And in such high disdain she is, that she 615|For pity's sake desires to see again 615|Her lord, who in such woe is ruined sore, 615|That he scarce gets a drop from thence away; 615|And will not let him rest, who for his pain 615|Seems worn with woe and grief and anguish sore. 615|"So sad a cause," (says the dame to her friend,) 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 2380 ======================================== 1211|Wherein to take delight of sight, 1211|And in a ringle tolle. 1211|For the sight in heav'n, though bright it be, 1211|Shall in thy sight it die; 1211|And though there be in heav'n a place 1211|For to find sweet rest at last, 1211|Yet there's a place too near thine heart 1211|For to have need thereof. 1211|Then take a box, a ring, a urn, 1211|A pair of spectacles too, 1211|A glass, a face, an empty chair; 1211|And draw sweet air for me. 1211|This for her eyes, that for her mouth, 1211|For her hands, that for her feet; 1211|For her cheek, though sweet it be, 1211|And for the rest to let her hair 1211|Only hang loose from middle out, 1211|To make thy sight and thy delight. 1211|O, come hither, Death, and take thy toll. 1211|This for her eyes, that for her mouth, 1211|For her hands, though sweet, yet loose enough; 1211|For her cheek though sweet it be, 1211|And for the rest to let her hair 1211|Only hang loose from middle out. 1211|Come hither, Death, and take thy toll. 1211|This for her cheek, though sweet it be, 1211|For her hair it may be evil; 1211|For thyself, that thou might'st be glad 1211|If thou could'st take thy toll. 1211|I, that my Love's eye view, 1211|I, that my Love's eye view. 1211|From my sweet mouth at times 1211|I, from my sweet mouth at times 1211|I, that my Love's eye view. 1211|This could make him, as he view, 1211|He, that his eye view. 1211|When my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|O, when the Bow is bent, we see how he deals, and how he's bow'd, 1211|And how his eyes are many-folded as they gaze on me. 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|I, when my Love walks in the fields with his Bow from the saddle, 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Who is not of that proud and princely House in Kent; 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Knights by their deeds, men by their words, to me are dear; 1211|Come, then, and see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|My Love is bound to marry a Knight who never has bow'd, 1211|Knights by their looks, men their words, to me are true; 1211|Come, then, see how he deals, my Love, and how he's bow'd. 1211|Tis true we're come to talk of Love, 1211|Of Love, and of Love's sweet power; 1211|He that would well be charmed, I wis, 1211|Knows well how loved he should be. 1211|Love is an Artificer, 1211|Knows all that is patent; 1211|The secret, in full sight, he displays, 1211|Where Art and Love in equal strife 1211|Find out their own success. 1211|He that will be a prince of Love, 1211|As all good princes do, 1211|Will, Fortune-scrutch'd against the wind, 1211|Gain the greatest share of fame: 1211|So, ere he live, he'll use his days 1211|In making others great. 1211|Who knows but Love, may hope to win? 1211|So many fair ladies are 1211|Made with love, or so richly bound; 1211|He ======================================== SAMPLE 2390 ======================================== 19385|To him, 19385|A' auld wives wi' their ances an' amends, 19385|Their hearts aye sae hauft, 19385|A braw blythesome bluid wi' ane ance; 19385|And, if it were me, 19385|Auld Alice, I wad be your auld wife! 19385|A' amang the hales an' hails 19385|He's auctor bien, for mony a sair; 19385|Tho' thou art but a braw besom wife, 19385|I'll blythe be thysel'. 19385|Tak care thou ne'er de-light, 19385|The deuk o' thy sleep, 19385|For ne'er again thou'll rue 19385|Thy leal friend, Alice! 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|Thy braw auld mither's awa'! 19385|The warld's a' gane to the kirk, 19385|The deuk o' Alice's awa'! 19385|A' thoween we've been baith, 19385|The fause of my brither; 19385|He sent me in his ghoat, 19385|A beggar wi' ane mair. 19385|It had been worth thy sorrow, 19385|Had ne'er taen a sicht; 19385|But a' thustin' was the fissure, 19385|And thou cam'st frae the warld. 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|The warld's awa like the dark o' morn! 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie, 19385|And my laddie's awa'! 19385|He had been thoft o' a braw guid wife, 19385|And never had been ca'd a lad; 19385|And that thou auld wife were ay in truth, 19385|Alas! alas! for my dearest lassie! 19385|He had been thoft o' a guid wife, 19385|That was true and couldna lie; 19385|But the fient a tinnin, whaur thou was ca'd, 19385|Alas! alas!--for my dearest lassie! 19385|He had been thoft o' a guid wife, 19385|A guid wife fair and true; 19385|But, oh! the bogle, wha couldna been ca'd, 19385|Or thrawn it upon frae thy mind! 19385|For thunder had been ca'd upon thee, 19385|And thundered loud at a' wark, 19385|And thauf be on thy han' auld laird 19385|For my poor Alice o' the Burr. 19385|But, my laddie, 'twas a shamefu' braid, 19385|Thou couldna hae been ca'd a beggar; 19385|When thou had left my bairnies faire, 19385|And ta'en thy widow'd dame, 19385|My father's lass, and my mither's lovely young-- 19385|Oh! thou did'st thy best, my dame, 19385|But I will mak' thee a chiel, 19385|And that's the kind I'll gie thee, 19385|As I've been owre lang anither; 19385|And thy luve a blossom, 19385|As my laddie was wont o' mine, 19385|When thou did'st to them woo-- 19385|Sae I'll give thee the flower I'm fond o' best, 19385|As aye I've gien it my luve. 19385|My auld bannet-branches haud aside, 19385|And braid the hay-sweet leaves about; 19385|But I will give a gift to thee, 19385|A gowd guinea, gowd-flower-worth; 19385|And that my lad's mither's luve 19385|For to give a piece o' mine, 19385|Which I grawner thochts aye wad owre-so, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 2400 ======================================== 1287|The maids of the Rhine;-- 1287|For, as thou dost now, 1287|The fairest of all may attend thee, 1287|And the best of all may be thine! 1287|A DULL and DREARY journey do I take, 1287|Through the forest of darkness to roam, 1287|And my task I ask not one; for I see 1287|A path to the kingdom of the dead! 1287|So I wander through the woods and hills, 1287|My heart is full and I wish and I pray; 1287|But a shadow is creeping before my eyes 1287|And his path is ever before me! 1287|And all is dark, and dark, and dark; 1287|Thou sayest that a bright and happy star 1287|Is shining above all this dreary storm. 1287|And he sits in the shadow; and he frowns 1287|And he looks in my face with scornful glare; 1287|And oh! when they come, oh! then will my heart 1287|Sicken and fall to the ground, 1287|For my light and joy, oh! how shall I bless 1287|To hear the awful steps of that deadly foe! 1287|And I sit alone in my lonely place 1287|In the gloomy forest, and I sigh and pine. 1287|I weep, as I think of my joy to go 1287|To the realm where my loved ones are not weak. 1287|I look to the far horizon, and I sigh,-- 1287|The joy and the longing, and the hope afar. 1287|And for those who will not be comforted, 1287|I feel it is better to die. 1287|Then, oh! may the dark be my trial and doom! 1287|And the paths which I trod be my doom! 1287|And my life in the forest be nigh-broken 1287|As I leave this life, in the kingdom of the dead! 1287|The sun, which I gaze upon 1287|With longing eye, sets at morn; 1287|And I to the country far depart, 1287|For the sun, that shines on the earth, 1287|Beams on thy beauty with glee. 1287|A soft light gleams from his gaze, 1287|As though, he knew not, to which 1287|The heart of him, by sorrow, bowed, 1287|Prayed that his sight might still descend, 1287|A vision of all good and fair; 1287|The moon a ray, which I'll send 1287|To hail, for thee, thy fair abode. 1287|The clouds, which thou lookest on, 1287|Dost always round thee ever weep; 1287|To thy love, whate'er its worth, 1287|Are added the thoughts of them; 1287|And thou dost, in their depths, confess 1287|A love which is not so dear. 1287|The lily, and rose-leaf, too, 1287|And blossoms of another hue, 1287|In thy heart, from their green boughs, 1287|Their beauties will quickly steal. 1287|A heart that is ever sad 1287|Is now alone, a barren tree: 1287|A life now a life's a burden, 1287|And thou'rt not happy and ill. 1287|I see thee with smiling brow, 1287|And I, like thee, am sorrowful; 1287|My heart for the good of both 1287|Mingles, for it cannot spare. 1287|Ah! the world shall not spare me, 1287|For it has too much of grief. 1287|As I see thee with smiling brow, 1287|The world with its thoughts is dull; 1287|And, when I think, my heart 1287|To see thee, in a melancholy mood,-- 1287|The world seems a lonely tree. 1287|TO what height can I raise my head, 1287|Without a single pebble to harm 1287|My spirit, before I die? 1287|If this seems far indeed, 1287|To raise my head from earth's low level, 1287|I must be, too, a pebble-name. 1287|A pebble- ======================================== SAMPLE 2410 ======================================== 4332|Went out; and she's sitting alone alone, 4332|And looks out at the garden from her window, 4332|And thinks of all the flowers in the fields 4332|Where they have never bloomed. 4332|And some are very white, 4332|And some are very red, 4332|And some are black as black can be; 4332|And some have rosy little eyes, 4332|And some are sad as canary bells, 4332|And some like little yellow stars 4332|That have danced along their edges. 4332|And some have hairs for little curls, 4332|And some have round white bellies, 4332|Some have little blue eyes, 4332|And some have little blue wings, 4332|And some are all topsy-turvy. 4332|Some have a smile on their faces, 4332|And bright smiles for others, 4332|And sad smiles for others, 4332|And happy smiles for others. 4332|And some are very gay, 4332|And some are very sly, 4332|And some are very thoughtful, 4332|And some are very melancholy; 4332|And some have noses like to pearls, 4332|Or eyes that stare out into the dark, 4332|And some have sinewed bands like leather; 4332|The blackbird is a wooden nose, 4332|The bluebird is a brasset, 4332|But the dullest of the bunch 4332|Is always glad to have his name in. 4332|So he sits with a rose 4332|Or a lily--and he thinks the while 4332|Of how he might love her, 4332|And love her now, had he only known 4332|The beauty of her face, 4332|And not the beauty of her mouth. 4332|And he thinks of her sitting so still 4332|With her little face against his hand, 4332|When all was dark, and he could lean 4332|Upon her trembling body, 4332|And know that her thoughts would always come 4332|Like the ripples on a sunny shore 4332|With little water and little sand. 4332|He thinks of all the things she loved, 4332|And how he might love her even more 4332|Had he but the voice of her name, 4332|And the touch of her hand in his own. 4332|But the soft voice of silence dies with him, 4332|And his heart is all 4332|Out in the wide windy world, 4332|Where the roses blow, 4332|As though the flowers would never fade. 4332|There has been a wonderful surge, 4332|A wind of change 4332|Comes on the great sea, 4332|Trampling and shod with sandals, 4332|He carries a burden of change. 4332|He is frightened of sleep. 4332|He has heard the sound of horses 4332|At the gates of Rome; and the stir of feet 4332|He fears to see. 4332|He has seen the morning break on the sun, 4332|A long, long time ago; he knows the light, 4332|And how it changes-- 4332|And the stars that fling 4332|They have changed to dust on the darkening sky. 4332|He thinks of how 4332|Women mocked his strength, 4332|And their mouths were blackened at his kisses. 4332|And there was a great fear in his head 4332|That they would be changed. 4332|And when he is caught 4332|With a beautiful pearl 4332|Under his ragged hair, 4332|He thinks of the red 4332|Dancing of dawn at the far windy gate, 4332|When his hand clung, 4332|And his eyes were dark 4332|Under a mask of white, 4332|And a priest, who came 4332|With his rosary and song, 4332|And said, "He is free 4332|And is in heaven." 4332|And there is a terrible weight, 4332|A weight that weighs upon his eyes, 4332|And he sees 4332|How all things are 4332|About him and his own body, and the sea 4332|That has no fear anymore of him, ======================================== SAMPLE 2420 ======================================== 1382|With the last of the night? 1382|How is your world, my loved, 1382|With your life, with your heart 1382|And your love? 1382|The world is mine as of old 1382|With the dawn in me! 1382|There the day came, bright and strong, 1382|To the young heart, like light 1382|That gave us, as to one we sought, 1382|Life that shall be. 1382|How shall I say it, though 1382|Earth be never ours that lost 1382|To the young heart to-day? 1382|And my life and his, and mine 1382|May not be mine for aye! 1382|And his life and mine apart 1382|Shall be ever one. 1382|Yet not in this we speak, my child, 1382|As the world with us dispart, 1382|Though our lives be one. 1382|I look at you, fair maid, for an instant and aye 1382|On a woman's brows. 1382|Not the sun-sweet virgin-tint, 1382|The blue jessamine, 1382|But a face that has gazed on truth 1382|In the glow of love. 1382|Thro' the long-drawn years for the first time 1382|She who held us long 1382|Shall have dominion o'er the heart, 1382|To be a queen. 1382|As the night on day, our love shall sit 1382|In the breast of man! 1382|I shall know the truth ere he 1382|Know the truth in life's old day, 1382|And he need no wile! 1382|As is she, who, for his offence 1382|Taught him the art, 1382|By her pride she teaches, for his sake, 1382|Truth of him to know. 1382|Hail, verily, unto the true, 1382|The pure in heart! 1382|Hail, with soul of the sacred, the one true life! 1382|The only true life! 1382|With a spirit like a bird's in the sunshine, 1382|And a soul, like the gay; 1382|As our life she is sweet; and we too one day 1382|We two shall be one! 1382|She shall have a soul to love us as she loves, 1382|And a body to bleed! 1382|In the world's high place I would be and be, 1382|Limping ever as manly. 1382|But I have at rest in the realm of the lower 1382|And a better part: 1382|I should be the better; and I was born 1382|In a better flesh. 1382|My life is a dream: she shall be mine, 1382|And I shall depart; 1382|I shall leave all for my beloved, 1382|And she leave all for me. 1382|He is dead, as a God is dead, 1382|And the Lord God lives: and the world is blest. 1382|He whom He chose is a King. 1382|He, when the world went out to war 1382|With the world behind, 1382|Looked for peace in the earth and air. 1382|He passed on the wing; 1382|Death stood in the place where He lies. 1382|He, on all the winds that blow, 1382|Ringed with a shield of flame. 1382|O when shall He make end? 1382|Death stands in His place. 1382|He who was God, is an ass; 1382|His heart and head are shorn: 1382|He, in the night is a fool. 1382|He, when the world was in a rind, 1382|In His face the light. 1382|He, in all the deeds that must, 1382|Seemed sick to go 1382|As an out-of-tune. 1382|In the places of the dead 1382|There shall be none to judge and bow. 1382|In the heaven of the coming day, 1382|I will rise and go. 1382|He, of all the men of earth and sky, 1382|Rises in my place, 1382 ======================================== SAMPLE 2430 ======================================== 8197|I will not hear 8197|The voices of the mourners of my people. 8197|Not in this grave, 8197|Where we have lain for ages 8197|The feet 8197|Of our great leaders; in no place 8197|Will they tread, 8197|Without a word of prayer. 8197|They will lie not far from me and from you, brother, 8197|But to my home, where I have many kin,--and there 8197|The one whom we had never had the power to share. 8197|In this deep home, 8197|Where never love of me, nor the light 8197|Of your bright eyes, 8197|Were ever wed to it. 8197|We should not share in our sorrow, 8197|Nor in our tears, 8197|Or in our sorrow, nor in our tears are we! 8197|We would not seek 8197|To live in this dark grave of ours in the grave, 8197|As our forefathers had lived here in peace, 8197|Before the coming of the White Man 8197|Of whom the Lord had spoken to Moses 8197|When he spake to the children 8197|In the breathful tones 8197|Of the mighty God. 8197|They dwelt in the country of Edens; a star 8197|Out of the night, a light 8197|In the darkness of dread 8197|Where the earth lay cold and desolate. 8197|They lived like the trees, like the grasses 8197|Out of the land, 8197|An unapparent presence for the night. 8197|The white man came, and looked, 8197|And saw all this and knew the white man's power. 8197|His power was like a flame, 8197|His might as the breath of life, 8197|In that he was strong 8197|And of a courage that was not fear. 8197|And that he was one 8197|Not unwisely valiant, 8197|For He is kind and He is stern. 8197|But our strength was vast 8197|And our courage was supreme, 8197|And we turned the white man to a brute, 8197|Or else he slew 8197|The God of His grace, 8197|And we were left in the dark 8197|Of a vast and silent wood, 8197|Without a light, 8197|And without a soul. 8197|A light, a light, a light, 8197|A light! for the God who is a star! 8197|My brother's dead and I am dead alone. 8197|As a white rose 8197|In the spring, 8197|For an hour, 8197|And then laid aside and forgotten. 8197|I shall not remember it. 8197|I shall not care. 8197|The leaves of the world are red, 8197|And the light, 8197|A blossom 8197|Sets like a sword 8197|On the tree of my knowledge 8197|That I saw of light, 8197|And the world is dark, 8197|And leaves of the world are red. 8197|I know that I shall not be, 8197|That the shadows will not stay, 8197|And I shall not cry 8197|That the red leaves 8197|Are dead,-- 8197|I shall not cry. 8197|For each leaf 8197|That dies, that is red means 8197|Death. 8197|For the red leaves 8197|That are put aside, 8197|I shall not know 8197|If a leaf 8197|Was sorrowful, 8197|Though the red leaves 8197|That are put aside be sorrowful 8197|Though the dead leaves 8197|Be put aside, 8197|I shall not seek 8197|And no tears 8197|Are shed. 8197|For the red flowers 8197|That lie in the grasses 8197|That I found, 8197|And the pale flowers 8197|That grow out, 8197|I shall not see 8197|If they are cold, 8197|I shall not know. 8197|I am only a flower, 8197|Though a rose 8197|Has taken the place of my brother ======================================== SAMPLE 2440 ======================================== 1745|Of those same Sons of God, to whom his might & Honour do belong, 1745|And who shall henceforth in his presence and his presence only 1745|Judgment after Judgment shall sit, and they shall be called most 1745|worthy. 1745|Then said his Father, from the mouth up to the crown of Heav'n, 1745|The Nut-brown Egg, the Gosper of this New Dispensation, 1745|From whence that Gold without spot of Grudge hath hither come; 1745|"Cast it into the fire, that it burne; the rest wait on me." 1745|He spake; and from the fire, in three parts, were the Ashes 1745|cast; and one part was white, and the rest a deep red vein. 1745|Ah Fount, brake by a single Peer amongst his Sons, 1745|Whose great sole Supremacy now makes one day half-beckoning 1745|To rent and ruin, how it would chace the big Rivals, 1745|To see thy sacred head! but Fate stands mute; to wreck 1745|Thy sacred head, and ruin thy Son, is all thy care; 1745|For in these latter days from thy Tower so high, 1745|A stranger might aspire to build a house of ours, 1745|Warm'd by the Sun, as with the Sun the Airs are smok'd 1745|In England, and thy ruins almost ashen 1745|Are trodden under foote; while not a Spear need call 1745|For vengeance to the battle; but the Sword and Mace, 1745|The beamy Executioners of Justice, have made 1745|Law ready, and delight with noise of Skulls alone. 1745|Thus hath he spoken: from the hot coals of Bacon, 1745|To the cool bath in Bathe the Learned rise, 1745|And while they rise in wrath uniting Power and Power, 1745|Put off the Old, and join for Law their Sons; 1745|Parting the old from Truth to Sloth, and putting on 1745|Th' unwonted Joy of Truth by Knowledge; part the Young 1745|From Honour to a wantonness of Sense, and part 1745|The Old World's Wisdom till it make contradiction; 1745|Making all these Engendrie and Engrossing Rules, 1745|One Supremely new, and having none beside 1745|But in themselves unmixed, that none may fault or heed 1745|What different hearts and minds are breathed or brought forth. 1745|Thus is each soul with Power within itself fine-trickled, 1745|Till one like Spirit moves, and speaks, and so subsists; 1745|One Spirit with Unity reconcil'd to Man 1745|Thus stands established, and thus stands accurst, 1745|The just now coming, and the promised Seed is sowd, 1745|Us'd to produce goodly Fruit ere to-morrow, 1745|Fruit that will produce goodly Children, and to none 1745|Save those few whom God specially hath chast, 1745|Gaining Communion to the Sons of Men 1745|For the great edification of the World; 1745|Priests, Pious, and Glorious, for the time to be 1745|The preserve of Gods; but after Time shall see 1745|What have increased consumption and wid'ry, 1745|As a burthen to the Soul, to fill the joints 1745|With sinews, and to fill with Immortals Arms 1745|The mighty barracks of the World, and all her Bodies Gates, 1745|And all her Fountains and deluges: then shall come 1745|SATAN, who shall seduce from all those Triumvirs 1745|The joyful World, and set them in his power; 1745|The Earth lamenting, and the Jobsome Hills 1745|All drunken with the Jasses, and with Bass 1745|Shall forget their Lakes, their Nymphs and Beaux shall part, 1745|And nought but Neck and River shall unite them River, 1745|And all the Linelikian streams of Spleen shall cease, 1745|As the same Spirit with them shall transport them, 1745|But as the World's Material Heav'n at length leading, 1745|Shall bring both Jails and Common-Market together; 1745|Ease ======================================== SAMPLE 2450 ======================================== 30672|With the first star that she saw, that was the sign of her 30672|That a great deed was done; and from that a mighty fame 30672|Might be gained; and a few years, and they forgot 30672|Her who was so pitiful, her who was so fair. 30672|"O, that life were a dream that's not reality, 30672|That the dream of the years were a charmed image, 30672|That some song, or some tale, or some innocent jest 30672|Might revive my heart! O, that the world around 30672|Might not mock the heart that trembled to be alive! 30672|"The world is sadder, the world are a darker place, 30672|The heart, that is beating a pang of a broken shrine, 30672|Is weary-breathed, and dazed, and aching in the sun; 30672|The joys that are fleeting leave it a wrecking o'er, 30672|And the pleasures that lie in the air are a curse; 30672|Love's hand is on it: and its heart is on the rack, 30672|And the world is a madman whom Love has made mad. 30672|"A weary-laden soul is a heart of the earth, 30672|That lies down and slumbers, where joy lies and laughs, 30672|A-feeling life's drowsiness, whose bosom is heavy, 30672|To dreamt of a worse world and a fairer sky. 30672|"O, had I been in thy arms to stand and watch, 30672|To feel thy dim smile melting into my own, 30672|To meet the life in the sunshine, to feel you so, 30672|To greet each sweet thought of thee, as it flickered through, 30672|"O, then, the world were a vision!--and I were lost, 30672|A wasting passion and a fruitless treasure, 30672|A thing that never had a birth of its own, 30672|Made a mockery of the world in its pride. 30672|"It is true that the years have a charm of their own, 30672|They never leave us; but the soul is not given, 30672|For no hope is in it that can give belief, 30672|And faith is the soul's surety, if the soul be blest. 30672|"Though life be a dream, as some believe, I say, 30672|In the deep, sunny-shining heart I was right, 30672|As the light in your eyes, in the deep, sunny sky, 30672|To the dream there has been no false or vain thing. 30672|"O, that the world were a world of a world of peace, 30672|A dream, a delusion, a mockery, a naught! 30672|What can the world give, in the joys it provides, 30672|But what hope holds? what faith,--faith in the future! 30672|"Life and death, and pleasure and sorrow, they stand 30672|Like two great monsters before the visioned soul, 30672|With a giant's fist of stone in their grip; 30672|But the soul's strength--its heart is the stronger so, 30672|And the gods smile down on it through its sad heart. 30672|"No life, and no life without it, is worth while, 30672|Though a jest may be heard flying from some tongue, 30672|Or the glory of glory be stolen from the gaze, 30672|And the heart beat more when the hope of the future 30672|Be with us, though it should be dead to us. 30672|"I came upon you when life's hour had come, 30672|And I saw, as I groped along the hill, 30672|The last little child of the English race, 30672|Grown up in a land of freedom, and its fame, 30672|In a land where all hearts beat, in a land of hope, 30672|"And a mighty people came to take up the throng 30672|To fight the foe that they knew was on the earth, 30672|Of his people, and their rights, and the cause they fought, 30672|Which should have never come--for the world was new, 30672|And the world may laugh or cry at its follies and wrongs, 30672|For the world is tired of its ======================================== SAMPLE 2460 ======================================== 16688|With a laugh or a "Ahoy!" 16688|We are all happy together, 16688|When the moonlight shines. 16688|From our shadows, dear, look down, 16688|On each other's cheeks and eyes, 16688|While, in a sweet surprise, 16688|You are smiling, little one, 16688|Or a baby, or a lily-bell, 16688|Or a daisy, for the rest. 16688|So the shadows of trees, and steeples of stone 16688|Fade away; and the bells of distant bells 16688|Ring to each other in the twilight air, 16688|Chimes, and all the bells of the distant bells. 16688|We are all happy together, 16688|So the evening is serene, and the moon 16688|Grows, when her light is warmest, a silver crown 16688|About the brow of the distant hill. 16688|How like a dream is the moment's seeming! 16688|With its dreary, drowsy sound, 16688|All that seems so dear and pure to the soul 16688|Is like a fairy tale to the sense. 16688|Like the fairy dream, bright, joyous, noble, 16688|And full of fairy magic's power; 16688|Like the fairy scene, how bright, how glorious! 16688|And like a vision of heaven itself. 16688|When, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|Then, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|When, in the evening, through the forest dells, 16688|The wild thyme stalks with spicy breath, 16688|When, by the brook, on roofs of stately towers, 16688|The summer lily lights. 16688|Then, from the fields the sweet, summer birds 16688|Come and whisper love's sweet lay, 16688|And all the flowers on every tree 16688|To heart-cheering sweetness breathe. 16688|When, on her couch beneath the beechen boughs, 16688|Nature's darling slumb'st by art, 16688|Like to a tuneful bird she wakes her soul 16688|For artful verse divine. 16688|When, from her pillow, on the warm earth's breast, 16688|Nature's darling slumb'st by art, 16688|She breathes upon the wild thyme's fervor, 16688|And dreams it to a strain; 16688|When, like a tuneful bird, she wakes her soul 16688|For artful verse divine. 16688|While singing the wild thyme at dawn, 16688|In the sweet-brier's fragrant heart, 16688|Her gentle voice the sweet-briar bids us hear 16688|As she wanders in the bowers. 16688|While singing the wild thyme at dawn, 16688|In the sweet-brier's fragrant heart, 16688|Her gentle voice the sweet-briar bids us hear 16688|As she wanders in the bowers. 16688|I will sing thee songs, my angel fair, 16688|Thou'rt chosen my attendant here, 16688|Where love and good shall be thy care 16688|And the dewy sweet-briar's welcome. 16688|I will sing thee songs, sweet bird, 16688|My lady to her chamber hies; 16688|For her heart is quick to flit 16688|To the bright eyes of her dearie, 16688|And the lark, so oft her guest, 16688|Hath his window open wide, 16688|With his loudest trumpet swells, 16688|And his songs, so frequently dear, 16688|Shout from morn unto morn; 16688|But she sings most when the sweet flowers 16688|Are blooming by her window-sill. 16688|I will sing thee songs, my angel fair, 16688|Thou hast chosen my attendant here, 16688|I was first of ladies,-- 16688| ======================================== SAMPLE 2470 ======================================== 42035|A great city to the sea. 42035|And, since she has gone, that city lives, 42035|In grandeur, like a thing of state, 42035|Whose beauty is its strength. 42035|And, since my mother's house stood here, too, 42035|With roof and walls and windows wide, 42035|And windows wrought of many a gem-- 42035|The gem of many a jacinth ring-- 42035|I think and dream that she must be 42035|Here now, to be my mother dear." 42035|And, as she said this, a faint voice outtoold, 42035|"You are not a child," she said; "when you walk 42035|The street, you seem a man; not one 42035|Of you is young--one child might me. 42035|"If in that house, and here, and there, 42035|Some children do in olden days 42035|Rumble and prance, a lady of the world, 42035|I wonder what you mean. Are you 42035|A spirit, seeking, seeking, yearning, 42035|"No woman born of her own free choice 42035|Can choose a child, can so divine 42035|Our children's birth and beauty--that we are 42035|Forlorn in this! O, take the child! 42035|And take the little one and bring 42035|With thee the joy of that great day, 42035|The joy of all-unfathomable things; 42035|The joy of being whole, and strong, and glad, 42035|And free; and, more than all, the joy of being glad." 42035|And suddenly from that olden place, 42035|And from the lady at her feet, 42035|Some voice outtaught me, "It is she-- 42035|The Lady of this olden place 42035|And fair in this new grace and bloom! 42035|"Her love may not be quite so deep 42035|Or pure, or good, as ours is high, 42035|Although she may not see it so; 42035|But that she cannot choose, I know; 42035|Nor can she ever do us ill, 42035|If she be love, and love is great love." 42035|As one that knew 42035|What I should find 42035|If I should wander all alone, 42035|He said: "Let be, 42035|Let be the fears 42035|That seem to be, 42035|Let us be glad 42035|That the joy 42035|Of our home shall be, 42035|And be as sweet 42035|As the joy we cherish now. 42035|For let us know 42035|As a child who weeps 42035|As a man, we too 42035|Are glad; and happy then." 42035|And all day long 42035|I loved the place, 42035|For there in my own way 42035|I found the way 42035|Into the joy 42035|Of the olden day; 42035|And then, and then the day. 42035|And, as I loved the place, 42035|I grew to know 42035|As a child that knew 42035|What I should find, 42035|For a friend and child, 42035|I grew to see 42035|How great life's joy 42035|Could be in the olden days. 42035|And all day long I loved the place; 42035|For there, with my child, I went, 42035|With the olden joy I found 42035|Wherein my feet might roam 42035|All day long. 42035|And when the night was done, 42035|When the lights began to twinkle 42035|At the end of the street, 42035|I could see that my child had 42035|Had a dream, 42035|That had seemed the same 42035|As the dreams the olden days. 42035|And what was the dream about? 42035|Nothing; and yet 42035|The day was past; 42035|I dreamed no more, 42035|And I dreamed no more-- 42035|But, as the night grew dim, 42035|I heard the night bird singing 42035|With a low sweet note ======================================== SAMPLE 2480 ======================================== 4010|The knight that never knew of fear, 4010|Yet trembled to the thought of crime, 4010|Pierced our proud baron's spine with steel, 4010|And laid him dead at bottom of the fosse. 4010|Thus while the host was gathered round, 4010|And every ear was fixed on Fate, 4010|That fateful day beheld we stay 4010|The lance-bearer in his course; 4010|Yet all within, unknown to pain, 4010|Sang still as when the knights were slain; 4010|For many a lady, in the shade, 4010|Reclined, by fancy hears the song: 4010|No other music fills the air, 4010|No eye is bent, no hand is stirred, 4010|But echoes fall on treble ear, 4010|And all is still till judgement sate. 4010|Yet, when his song, with soundless clang, 4010|The lonely forest tost, and rang 4010|With clangour of the wind in chase, 4010|The startled shepherd to his steed 4010|Went forth; and, to the peasantry, 4010|The news that came their battle bore; 4010|Tower and bastion swept away 4010|Beneath the banners of France, 4010|And Vandalia's land of snow, 4010|And the wide Saxon's savage wall. 4010|Yet in the field of battle ne'er, 4010|While lance and helm are bright, 4010|Has France a victory in so great a sway; 4010|No vassal of such fearful might 4010|Has ever sought the field alone; 4010|By castles, lakes, and vales, his course 4010|He scours the world like a brave knight. 4010|Himself with sceptre in his hand, 4010|And in dark shades of woodland drear, 4010|He rules, nor ever, like the Knight 4010|Of Valour's grave on Normandy's plain, 4010|Hath left his life his sire's abode, 4010|Though living in all hearts around; 4010|His soul, if to it some return, 4010|Like him of old so wide and strong, 4010|Hath been for ever on earth's bosom fraught. 4010|And when the battle raged abroad, 4010|The English king, amid his troop, 4010|Met with the English hero there, 4010|To ask how he might aid the cause. 4010|The woeful squire, that for his child 4010|By treachery was doomed to bleed, 4010|Looked on with pitying air, and said 4010|"To us no less the hazard pays, 4010|Because so often to our hands 4010|England's vengeance we have borne." 4010|But, "Lord! to trust," he scarce had said, 4010|"A squire who never understood 4010|Our pain; that, on so brave an arm, 4010|Let every good and brave heart have place." 4010|He paused a moment, then replied 4010|Unto that valiant earl: "Thy look, 4010|Thy looks of mildness o'er us cast, 4010|And I had deem'd the knight of might 4010|Of the old Saxon line had died a death of shame; 4010|But such the judgment of the blast: 4010|Yet, as thy daughter is of worth, 4010|And of such might in battle blent, 4010|Shall Europe burn for her repose; 4010|And England in these wilds shall rue the day." 4010|'Twas the first hour of sunset-tide, 4010|When the dawn's first drowsy flush 4010|The still pool spreads for rest and ease 4010|About the western hills; 4010|When the wan stars, like winged gales, 4010|Float through the reedy glades, 4010|And the still air, like an unseen shrine, 4010|Is a shrine of love and bliss. 4010|The first faint blush of the moon 4010|Turned silent as the wayfaring host 4010|From the dark forest trail: 4010|When we saw slowly creeping o'er 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 2490 ======================================== 2732|The people want this great idea; 2732|I never heard what they want, 2732|But I'll say what I think they need 2732|(Though if I've got my conscience clean, 2732|I cannot keep from saying it). 2732|They've a great time under fire: 2732|To be a martyr you've got to try 2732|As hard as he that's written it, 2732|(As he that's written it has tried, 2732|I think the world will kindly take 2732|A man like him and let him try). 2732|They've a great way to travel on 2732|Till they get back to England 2732|(But I know they have a dash 2732|Of good stuff in a little pocket), 2732|And they never have to sleep at all 2732|That's very bad indeed and rude. 2732|But I'm sure they've a very small chance; 2732|I'm sure I'm wrong. Oh! God pity 2732|Old Misery! (If I had the power, 2732|I'd run for a Bishop without delay, 2732|And be a Pope and then a priest): 2732|Then Heaven help him! (he would not a malencolie) 2732|God pity him! That's the best way to go. 2732|I thought you'd like to hear from me. 2732|The country is beautiful, 2732|The country is fair, 2732|But let me tell you what I'm going to say 2732|In regard to the country. 2732|If you don't like it, why don't you go 2732|And change with another woman 2732|There's a garden in the country: 2732|And it is a pleasant country, 2732|But I can't, because the people 2732|Are rude to me and take away 2732|My place and my enjoyment 2732|And if you like it, go and tell your neighbors, 2732|I've nothing against it: 2732|They can't well stand gazing at a woman 2732|In a heavy coat under her bonnet 2732|A' dripping with the rain: 2732|They think it a disgrace; 2732|It isn't a habit that she adopted; 2732|But it happens to be one 2732|That is common among boys 2732|(Or else it's only a habit of mine): 2732|But she's a girl, and I don't like girls; 2732|If she's a boy he's an idol 2732|Who'd better do without: 2732|Go and tell your neighbors, they can't well stand staring at her, 2732|She's too old for a girl; 2732|I don't like big boys, 2732|But if you're a man 2732|You must take her up if you want her to be a woman: 2732|I don't like big boys, I say; 2732|Don't go, and I don't blame you if you should. 2732|I don't like big boys, but if you don't want a girl 2732|You must look at a man. 2732|You are to be pitied. 2732|How could a country man 2732|Constantly be sulking 2732|When he can't get place 2732|Because his country's turning out of phase? 2732|If you haven't got any children, why, 2732|Why don't you have any? 2732|Or if you do, why let them be 2732|Instead of having them? 2732|The men of the country have a right 2732|To be pitied, don't you see? 2732|The women have an even right 2732|To be pitied, do you see? 2732|We all of a body, it seems to me, 2732|Have a right to a house; 2732|You could be doing a deed to spoil it, 2732|And not think it a crime 2732|To leave it; what's a man to do 2732|With half of the necessaries there? 2732|We all of a body have a right 2732|To a decent dinner, I think; 2732|To a pleasant word spoken or said, 2732|To a chat, a half-formed wish, 2732|To a little talk ======================================== SAMPLE 2500 ======================================== 26199|We had a bargain, sir--it's true-- 26199|We'd sell our houses, if we could; 26199|But when he took himself away, 26199|And left us, we could not find him. 26199|"We took, as a rule, up the cash, 26199|And all our creditors were paid; 26199|The banker, by the bye-laws, 26199|Our bonds were quite a waste of cash. 26199|We've plenty of cash--'twas the fact-- 26199|We took them, as it were out of date. 26199|A man who took his life away 26199|Might have a quarrel with the banks,-- 26199|It really wouldn't be better 26199|Than to have both your cash and yean; 26199|And yet there wasn't peace till he 26199|Went in and sat down as a 'keeper! 26199|A very slight chance of life 26199|We took with him on various adventures."-- 26199|"Well, he may have made the most of it, 26199|But you never think of it when you're drinking. 26199|You're always thinking of the past orchard, 26199|Or of the river--and, in truth, 26199|I think it would have been wiser, sir, 26199|For both your houses and your life 26199|To get the rest you had before." 26199|"To us it will appear unkind 26199|Not to get your hopes up when you're drinking-- 26199|The most of our life was not a load 26199|That we could just as well have tossed on _the _rail_." 26199|"And what of the future? I have seen 26199|Of a house that's fall'n on some waste water, 26199|And of a garden that's wasted too-- 26199|So I'm not unhappy with my lot, 26199|And I hope that my lot is to bear." 26199|"And yet there's one part of your story 26199|I've missed, and that's that the bank fore-talked; 26199|And your future is, like my own, 26199|The least of our fears and our worries. 26199|I've made some preparations, sir-- 26199|I have to attend to _some_ things." 26199|"Yes, sir--to-morrow begin them; 26199|The bank will give you a share of it. 26199|To-morrow night--at nine o'clock-- 26199|It's midnight at Waterloo Pier; 26199|And though I'd like to see you now, 26199|You'd better be there to-morrow." 26199|"I don't know if I ought to begin-- 26199|It's rather late, and I've little time,-- 26199|But I am much indebted to you, sir, 26199|For what you've thought and done to-day." 26199|"You've written some lines of mine to-day, 26199|And you've put on my names where those do not appear; 26199|But you may have got them from a friend of yours, 26199|Then your friend thinks himself a poet too. 26199|You are not a poet? Well, sir, if you are, 26199|There are few people on earth half so clever-- 26199|Few folks, you must own, quite so _prodigiously_ bright, 26199|Though the world says "not to be mistaken." 26199|You would say 'twas an excellent man, 26199|And a very clever fellow too; 26199|But he thought the road to Waterloo 26199|Was all a little steep and black. 26199|The road is long, and rough, and black, 26199|And his horse broke down as he galloped on. 26199|All that gall, and all that trouble, 26199|He put down to the loss of the last mile, 26199|And what he would do in that sorry state 26199|He now put on to prove it right. 26199|You ought to have seen him, and ought to have heard, 26199|The poor bit horse that was his charge to him; 26199|And his name was "Bub,"--and the trouble he had-- 26199|You ought to have heard him swear--and swear. 26199|Oh, the poor ======================================== SAMPLE 2510 ======================================== 16376|A thousand kisses, and a thousand names, 16376|Which still were yours, as of old; a thousand views, 16376|Of life from your far home, and of the years 16376|That made them what they were, and not again. 16376|A thousand times--and yet not for a day 16376|Makes man the same as he was yesterday; 16376|Not for a day makes man an excursé, 16376|But for a lifetime of solid truth; is left 16376|A flame to trace the steps of his desire,-- 16376|With tears and kisses he becomes a husband. 16376|Oh, the dream that was life, to live it through, 16376|The life no sense of loss outlived; a heaven 16376|Where all was truth and nothing but, in sun 16376|And water, grass and flower, and all in flower. 16376|Oh, the rapture of living that the mind 16376|Seemed all to make, to meet, to yield, to hear, 16376|To gaze on, through the rapture of life and thought! 16376|To know and not to know, oh, to have and hold-- 16376|To see and hear and not to hear, to feel and not feel, 16376|To know and not to feel; all life and death 16376|Made one; to know, and not to know, was Life. 16376|The Life was Life; my lips could not prolong 16376|Its sentence; the end was far away to me. 16376|The Future stood in the way of my way, 16376|And took my substance, not my thinking mind; 16376|The Present sat with me on these sad hills, 16376|And beckoned at me with her silver hands, 16376|And walked with me on the downs; she was my host: 16376|But I was not her servant,--I was afraid. 16376|She gave me shelter and life's best diet, 16376|But threatened that I found my journey vain 16376|To-morrow, in the dark and silent night, 16376|And that to-morrow might see the dark abyss 16376|I had so hid from human eyes but yesterday. 16376|I knew that the world was cruel and cold, 16376|That the best things were fenced round the narrow pass, 16376|And that a few blind men might stumble on life's truth, 16376|And stumbling on the truth might die among the darkness. 16376|But I did not feel the world's cruelty; 16376|I knew that love could find a sheltering host 16376|For what it hated, and that a brave soul 16376|Might have courage to wander past the reach 16376|Of cruel fate, and have courage to endure. 16376|I knew this, and wept before I learned it; 16376|Yet it came to me--this thought: What if I die 16376|Beside my own son at birth or the end? 16376|I lived as God wills, and I knew it, I; 16376|Yet I did not know how far beyond it all 16376|Another thought began to wonder why 16376|The will of God should rule so long, and why 16376|God in His time had forgot my worth as wife 16376|And mother--that we are not meant to feel. 16376|It was but as a wind that brought a rose 16376|To a gardened cedar--and all that it wrought 16376|Made the cedar taller and the rose none the less. 16376|And when we grew older, it was all too strange 16376|To think there was no help for it--we grew older; 16376|And when my last year's shadow had come on me, 16376|The thought came, Oh, my mind was such a dreamer! 16376|We drifted and talked apart, and I felt sure 16376|That if I prayed a prayer, it would not be heard; 16376|We laughed because I let my hopes and dreams 16376|Beset me, and my thoughts were such a mix. 16376|"A husband I shall be before, and then"-- 16376|You said it; no, I answered "I shall be dead; 16376|The night is dark and cold; we shall not sail; 16376|But we will sit and wait till love and hope 16376|Are met in death, ======================================== SAMPLE 2520 ======================================== 1381|With a song of a bird upon a branch. 1381|He sang it o'er and o'er, at her feet. 1381|He sang it the whole day through, 1381|In the spring to the dusk of the moon - 1381|And the child thought in wonder and sorrow, 1381|"I never shall be like William!" 1381|Then he kissed the hair of her head. 1381|He kissed the cheek of her feet. 1381|In her arms he put a pearl and a diamond. 1381|He put it down, and with eyes downcast, 1381|He kissed it twice and thrice, 1381|And "Oh, that's my baby now!" 1381|As he kissed his love the third time, 1381|She heard the white dove fly, 1381|And clasped her hands and said, "I never will!" 1381|O'er them in his arms he laid her 1381|In the twilight of the night. - 1381|Her lips were wet for tears, 1381|As a child's mayflower is wet with May. 1381|"Come home, my darling, come home, my baby, 1381|And be glad, as I am glad! 1381|Come to the light of my love's kind eyes, 1381|And kiss them, and drink their love." 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven; 1381|And a whisper in the midnight silence, 1381|And a sound of the ship's motion on the beach. 1381|The moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the stars! 1381|There were sounds o'er all these hidden places, 1381|Of the whispering of waters in the dark; 1381|Of a voice, that in the night was heard, 1381|And the sound of the ship's motion on the sea. 1381|The moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the stars! 1381|Like a ship a-sailing in the night, 1381|Like a ship a-sailing in the night: 1381|And the voice of the night was, "Come home, come home to-night!" 1381|And the moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the ship. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven: 1381|And a whisper in the midnight silence, 1381|And a sound of the ship's motion on the sea. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|And the silver stars in heaven. 1381|Like a little flower in the night, 1381|Like a flower in the night: 1381|And the voice of the night was, "Oh, come home to-night!" 1381|And the moon and the stars and the ship, 1381|The sea and the moon and the ship! 1381|There was a sound o'er all these hidden places, 1381|Of the creaking oars at night 1381|And the singing of birds on the heights:- 1381|A wild bird's song: or was it shrill 1381|Of a nightingale?-and the star-winged 1381|Birds of heaven from their nest in air! 1381|How, with fluttering wing and dainty ear, 1381|Sang the nightingale to the nightingale! 1381|And the birds were glad, and the nights were bright 1381|While the nightingale, her song renewing, 1381|Sang to those in heaven, "Oh, come! come! come!" - 1381|And the nightingale to nightingale singing. 1381|O, the soft moon o'er the waters, 1381|O, the silver stars in heaven! 1381|And the whispering in the silent night! 1381|The nightingales sang, and died. 1381|A nightingale! a nightingale! 1381|A wild bird's song: or was it sad, 1381|Sad, in such times, as these? - 1381|And the birds in their deep nests died, 1381|Alone, in the silent night! 1381|O, the ======================================== SAMPLE 2530 ======================================== 38511|This place of peace and lustre, 38511|Of beauty and of life, 38511|Wherever love and lust are found, 38511|This is the fountain-head 38511|Where the bright waves of life run. 38511|When love or beauty falls 38511|The blood of this fountain is 38511|The place where it first may be. 38511|I have my eye on the earth of the eternal Lord, 38511|And I turn my face unto it, but the eyes grow dim: 38511|And I cannot find the way unto him. 38511|When my heart grows faint and my hands become empty, 38511|Then my feet remain upon the barren shore, 38511|As I lean upon the hand of night. 38511|When my heart grows weary and old, 38511|And I look into the abysses of life, 38511|Then I see at last the truth 38511|That had been hidden in the deep, 38511|And I speak to the world, "Come away!" 38511|I will draw nigh, and with my soul I will sit, 38511|And with mine eyes close shut, I will gaze thereon; 38511|And with my soul will I lead you unto Him 38511|And with my hands will I teach you the way unto Him. 38511|Oh, my heart is so full of joy! 38511|Ah, the joy of my life! 38511|I have lived in the world, but I can no more, 38511|For my day, in the world, is come at length. 38511|What is that in the moon which is shining so fair 38511|Which seems to me so distant and far away? 38511|I know not what it is that all men name joy, 38511|Yet it gushes from all hearts like summer rain 38511|And, oh, what does it all mean if I ask of it? 38511|I know not what it is that I love so well; 38511|But I bow before the hands of my Maker, 38511|And the face of my Creator I seek unto. 38511|Oh, I know this is but a dream, which in vain is broken; 38511|I have lived in the flesh, and it has been given over; 38511|I will take my life, and my heart, and be done with it, 38511|And I will go to the land of my childhood. 38511|The world of pleasure is but an empty name to me, 38511|And I see the face of my Lord and my Saviour, 38511|And I know that I love and that I am beloved. 38511|My feet are weary with wandering and song; 38511|Do you hear the call which the birds of the air 38511|Give each to each in their note of gladness?... 38511|O, give me thy heart, my dear Lord and my Saviour, 38511|And take from my palm a few days of this world's weariness to prepare me 38511|thee, thou art mine and thine, 38511|And to come whence I may not dwell, 38511|All I ask is to live at thy side, 38511|And to leave this world of sorrow behind! 38511|I am weary with love, and with desire, 38511|And with the rest thou hast made them all meet, 38511|Since all were from me, and all the world's disgrace 38511|Is but a token of this beauty I love. 38511|I know no law save the law of thy love; 38511|I cannot see how the trees in the valley 38511|Or the stars are made here, since, oh Lord, Thou 38511|hast made them in heaven to receive me, 38511|And they stand on their heads on thine altar-stone: 38511|But the light of thy word is my star to the moon, 38511|And all the darkness, and all the blurring of mist, 38511|That is left by the evening to the stars. 38511|The world of pleasure is but an empty name to me; 38511|Yet still I hold on, clinging to every shore. 38511|My life is a garden, the sea of it is pain; 38511|The rose-leaves are but water, the sun-leaves are fire; 38511|My thirst is a bee, and my hunger a bee; 38511|The roses, my darl ======================================== SAMPLE 2540 ======================================== 38549|Fairer than the best 38549|That beauty can 38549|In all her bright array. 38549|Sweet, sweet, my dear, 38549|(Love, guide and guard thee) 38549|In all thy bright array. 38549|Thy sweet, thy pure, 38549|(Love, guard thee) 38549|In all thy bright array. 38549|Fair is our beauty, but not fair enough 38549|To let us sit a-dream, and look 38549|Upon one loveliness, and still lie 38549|The more from the wrong that it commits; 38549|If such as we, the Gods can paint 38549|More than the best that man can do. 38549|But such, alas! is man's estate, 38549|And such his doom: all things we love 38549|Are inly our own, so much more 38549|Than good or evil in our hearts. 38549|Thus shall our pleasures and our pains be done, 38549|In this our transient life of pleasure; 38549|And joy, and sorrow, shall not cease: 38549|But all of these shall one day be done 38549|In our eternal sleep: and then, good, 38549|And then in that blessed sleep 38549|Which is not fear, nor sorrow, 38549|But eternal peace; in which shall be 38549|All sorrows that we suffer; 38549|Which man, for self, hath ne'er beheld. 38549|When this false world shall come to pass, 38549|(Thou, O my true-love! dear, dear!) 38549|Thine shall it be no more feared; 38549|In this fair, fair estate 38549|Shall dwell thine own sweet, joyous selves; 38549|Thou shalt see all life in thy self. 38549|Then all things shall be thine; 38549|Thou shalt lie still and do not wail, 38549|Nor sorrow for this loss to repair, 38549|Though haply thy life in it 38549|Be not so rich, that thou canst no where 38549|Perceive thy beauty: when death brings 38549|A calm without a sorrow; 38549|When thou hast done all things the best, 38549|Then shalt thou in peace sit down 38549|Nor sorrow that thou canst not see 38549|To cry, Thou canst not see! 38549|But, when th' untravell'd world must see 38549|This wealth of beauty, then, dear! then, then, 38549|Then shalt thou do as nature bids; 38549|Then shalt thou sit with all around 38549|As a King at the royal feast, 38549|Who for the good of all doth feed 38549|His army without the least end 38549|Of his own joy, while yet he feels 38549|The hunger of their sweet desires. 38549|Then shalt thou weep; but when the tears 38549|Are dried and dry, then shalt thou cry, 38549|'O my Love! behold what riches here!' 38549|With these sweet voices sweet and low 38549|Thou shalt be heard to answer YES 38549|And NO things with complete ease. 38549|And when thou shalt die, then shalt thou look 38549|With perfect sweetness up to God; 38549|And say, though in thy death no soule die, 38549|Thou canst not read, or know a soul. 38549|_Charmed_, _calm-souled_. 38549|What if the light 38549|Of thy dear face should be forgot; 38549|Then should I be alone, 38549|Sorrow not with me, be peace 38549|With my most happy, be grace 38549|To thy most sorrowful, be joy 38549|To thine own, and not me; 38549|I shall still, by sweet surprise, 38549|See in thy face what joy 38549|Was not enough, nor yet 38549|Almost forgot, my soul! 38549|If in the spring thy locks should be wet, 38549|When every stream must stay 38549|And never run away; 38549|Whether a bird should sing 38549|Singing with more voice, or sing 38549|With such fuller joy; 38549|Or I ======================================== SAMPLE 2550 ======================================== 2428|And in the face of all this age of rage and shame, 2428|The moral men all the age have written, and that's this: 2428|"For love of man, love Nature"--if Nature be but shapeless, 2428|Uniform, uniform, 2428|Unstable, unmanageable, 2428|Then love no more, love nothing, 2428|All that is, is but a dream: 2428|Possession's less than nought; 2428|Love still is the key-chain; 2428|Love is the universe! 2428|'Tis but a vision gone, 2428|A dream that lives again! 2428|What love is still, we see 2428|In nature's face, the same 2428|But changed, without a flaw 2428|In colour, grace, and form. 2428|The eye of God is there, 2428|In every lovely thing; 2428|And if man's love is vain, 2428|We know the Lord can help. 2428|Then let us love our kind, 2428|Who at our service find 2428|That all this beauty, all this worth 2428|Is but a shade, a gleam, 2428|A vapour left behind, 2428|A color we can trace; 2428|A colour, form, and grace! 2428|As when by night the stars appear, 2428|Along the sky that's blue, 2428|A radiant halo spreads above 2428|The glory of the moon. 2428|So, by that mystery known 2428|Which in the world shall last, 2428|Love, God, shall be in every place 2428|Whose faces lie beneath; 2428|For that old, old, old secret holds 2428|That never will pass away. 2428|Thus, by that God alone I trust, 2428|The world shall pass away; 2428|And never pass again 2428|The promise which my heart began, 2428|With awe and love as still. 2428|O no! not pass the promise too, 2428|The hope that once would break; 2428|The hope of joy without end, 2428|The love of love without end; 2428|But leave the old, old secrets all, 2428|Like snow that melts above the snow; 2428|And leave behind, like them, 2428|The hope and love of faith and trust, 2428|The hope of God without end, 2428|The hope of man without measure, 2428|That God shall be without end, 2428|When the world pass away! 2428|'Tis true that Nature hath forgot 2428|The first man's first, best desire; 2428|Then let them talk of Nature's pride, 2428|By pride let them be sworn: 2428|The pride of Nature, be she meant, 2428|That pretends the world can be 2428|A centre of delight, no less 2428|Pure and undefiled: 2428|The God that Nature's plan would form 2428|No less than man would trust; 2428|Let then the whole creation smile 2428|As smiling man would have it do. 2428|Yet why should all we human scenes, 2428|Be thus divided off? 2428|What's earth a stage, whose numbers move 2428|With infinite variety? 2428|What's man a scene, whose pulse is set 2428|Where all must be at rest? 2428|To man is given the highest aim, 2428|To man is given the best part; 2428|On that best rest can he not rest, 2428|Till that best rest be done? 2428|For what's existence? that in him 2428|Is nothing else than rest? 2428|That he's the centre of all good? 2428|That man is made of heaven? 2428|That, in his bosom, all is hid? 2428|He does but give the picture? 2428|And yet the picture is good 2428|(We know it), does not mean heaven? 2428|A world of love would set him free 2428|From this unhappy sphere. 2428|As much as he could wish it so, 2428|He is the centre there. 2428|No, man's ======================================== SAMPLE 2560 ======================================== 19221|And the great Queen that reigned in Heaven above-- 19221|Her fair face seen through the curtains of the tomb, 19221|And the great Queen that reigned in Heaven above 19221|Hath left her kingdom and her legions to thee, 19221|And hast thou left Jerusalem too to mourn 19221|And to weep and lament that thou didst not reign? 19221|Ah, what is a King to a mortal like me! 19221|On the throne of Him who reigns on earth above, 19221|For ever happy Isles have often turned 19221|And left their realms to mark the joy below; 19221|And the long runime has been the same to them, 19221|They have loved their realms, they have loved their freights, 19221|They have known the joys which are the human pride, 19221|They have known the woes that are the woes of men. 19221|He that is happy hath his soul in peace 19221|Whose joy is complete content and unenvied, 19221|And his woe is that of others, with whom 19221|He needs must cope, when he hath known the end. 19221|For the world's wise men, the world's heart-devouring, 19221|Hath often told their folly's great deceits, 19221|And made it sadder, which doth make it dote, 19221|To have lived in folly and not in bliss. 19221|Then, be not coy, but be the better man, 19221|And be the wiser for having known them all; 19221|Have you seen anything that can compare 19221|With the sad faces of thy poor departed? 19221|Have you marked aught in the heavens that doth grieve? 19221|May it be not the sad faces of my dear, 19221|Whom these sad eyes have unseen and unseen 19221|Of their long, long absence, through thick and thin, 19221|Through rain, and sunshine, and starlight, and dream? 19221|Have they found a sheltered haven, a bay 19221|In the dark sea? has one voice called from the gloom 19221|Unto the passing gull, o'er the dim sea-rim 19221|Whose voice is sad, yet noble, for all woe? 19221|Or did some sad soul, when it had prayed vainly, 19221|By the light of the rising morn, wake 19221|Faint notes of sorrow from the nightingale 19221|In the dark of that lonely house? 19221|Oh, what is the memory of that poor Past? 19221|The dim, unvisited Past, that knows thee not! 19221|All silent, all forgotten in the gloom; 19221|And there thou art, O Liberty! and there 19221|Thou art, and ever shalt be, though nought doth move 19221|Thy little heart to pity or to love. 19221|For that is thy grave, and there thy spirit lies 19221|In the sweet air, and breathes upon the grass, 19221|Dry-wailing, and murmuring to and mocks thee. 19221|What though no flowers spring from the mouldering 19221|Beside thy quiet, long-neglected urn, 19221|The grass is green, the trees are flourishing; 19221|There will come anigh the sun, and nought will move 19221|Thy little heart from loving thy poor land. 19221|"Thy voice is sad, and thy bright eye sad, 19221|And thy pale cheek is wan, and tinged with woe" 19221|(So sang the nightingales in summer) 19221|"But be kind, kind and spare my garden, 19221|Far, far too far from human mould" 19221|Thus sang the garden-lark to me; 19221|But I, who was not in a garden, 19221|Not a single spot in all the world, 19221|Could counsel take from such a soaring bird; 19221|Sure not one of the countless multitude 19221|Would do so much for me, and do yet so much,-- 19221|One that would stoop down and fly unto me, 19221|Cling to the earth with all his pinions spread, 19221|And fly back, even to the heavenly Isles, 19221|Where every voice of mine was heard eternally ======================================== SAMPLE 2570 ======================================== 1365|And as I listened, lo, the sound of a trumpet 1365|Ranged in the air, and the crowd, in measured song, 1365|Tossed its head about the walls of the hall. 1365|But it seemed to me this was the sound of a trumpet 1365|Gilding a door in the house of God, which yet was shut, 1365|I saw the old judge with his book in his hand, 1365|He was reading, and I could see his fierce eyes shine, 1365|And in his hand the judge's badge, and I heard him say, 1365|"I have done in God's name, and it shall stand for a sign 1365|In the face of the world." 1365|I was young and bold; 1365|I did not count on the Lord to shield me from sin. 1365|I have been in the way, and the Lord will not hide his face, 1365|But I have taken a new heart and a new hope for the Lord 1365|To protect and to heal. 1365|The Judge comes in again, and once more the door was shut, 1365|Only the Judge said, 1365|"Go on your way, and look not back!" 1365|And then again, and yet again, the trumpet blew, 1365|The sign stood there on the wall, with the cross of the Saviour. 1365|I know my strength is at end, 1365|My strength is o'er, 1365|For the Saviour and I have been faithful to our God 1365|And to the law. 1365|His strength and mine are gone, 1365|And must be, 1365|Because I have put my hope on the devil and the King! 1365|Away, away, away, out of his sight,-- 1365|Out of his sight, and out of mine, 1365|But I should like to have that still in my mind. 1365|And yet, O Lord, let not this be a blame 1365|To me, and not to him who is still 1365|In the love by which the Judge said, 1365|"Go on your way, and listen for God's word!" 1365|And shall not this still be God's word? 1365|I cannot help liking you more, 1365|And I can only rejoice that the world 1365|Has learned how good the life you lead, 1365|The living and the abiding word! 1365|For now I think there is hope for all, 1365|Says the preacher, and is his hope fulfilled, 1365|Who with the Holy Spirit is a king 1365|And rules the world as he governs himself. 1365|I cannot tell you how it is by rote, 1365|But some of the time I do not think, 1365|But sometimes I would go down to the fields 1365|In the summer time and look at the sheep, 1365|I think of the flocks, I of the meadows cool, 1365|Where the golden shepherds come or the hares that run 1365|In the meadows warm with the perfume of clover, 1365|But I think of the Shepherd of the Land, 1365|And I think what a life with him I should lead. 1365|What a life is that for a young and willing soul, 1365|When the soil pays for its toil and the sun pays for its light, 1365|When the wind blows, and the driftwood is good for bread, 1365|And a house is all that is wanting for an honest home. 1365|That is the life most men in Bethlehem knew, 1365|And a name like "Saviour" is better sung by none, 1365|Than the name of the man who says to the poor, 1365|As he comes down the hill, "I am thy Shepherd;" 1365|As he goes into the lonely wood for shelter, 1365|And goes out at the close of the day, 1365|"Arise; and from the meadows eat, and drink, and sleep, 1365|Come and eat, drink, and sleep at my board, 1365|To-morrow I go to the Fire and Sword 1365|Till the day of judgment come to pass!" 1365|Yes, and even then, though these good things be, 1365|And there be little need to weep, to sigh ======================================== SAMPLE 2580 ======================================== 5185|"Now, please the maidens, leave me alone, 5185|Where misfortune ever wanders; 5185|Send thine hostess homeward through the forest, 5185|To the woodlands to the mountains, 5185|Where her kind hero often wanders. 5185|"Thither I shall send her as my messenger, 5185|Send the maid with garlands of triumph 5185|On her way; my love shall follow thee. 5185|In the Northland lies my happy bridegroom, 5185|In the kingdom of Untamo; dwells he still, 5185|Sitting in the palace, by my side?" 5185|Thus he spake to troubled Väinämöinen, 5185|And again spake sadly, eagle-like; 5185|"True is all thou hast spoken, beloved, 5185|Thou art well aware, my dearest friend, 5185|How my faith greatly galled with departing, 5185|How I galled when thou, my life departed; 5185|And yet I vowed, when thou didst pass, 5185|To return to bear thy message, 5185|I would see thy greatness renewed. 5185|"But the wish I vowed was never fed; 5185|Like a grain of gold, my longing thirsts, 5185|Taste of life have I none, nor wishes, 5185|I have neither wish, nor longing, 5185|I have neither joy, nor sorrow. 5185|On the distant deeps of Tuonela, 5185|There, their home, in a lake they quench them, 5185|And with water transform their bodies; 5185|But to me their ancient magic 5185|And the might of their magic weakens. 5185|Here then is Tuonela's water, 5185|There the briny torrent wildly rolling; 5185|Does the bride from my bosom sever, 5185|From my heart, the one devoted? 5185|Never can I quit thy kindred 5185|When I share the drink of strangers. 5185|Beauteous girls and beauteous young men, 5185|Who in days of yore have dwelt here, 5185|Be not gay, be not troubled, be not 5185|angry, beloved of Suomi. 5185|"O thou wisdom-singer, Louhi, 5185|Wise and learned, who canst unravell 5185|The wound that Death has made in us, 5185|That we cannot heal nor hope to ease, 5185|And that makes us to bitter tears! 5185|Well I know thou canst enchant me 5185|With the words of my former life. 5185|When my father, old and powerless, 5185|By the sword was slain by force of Venetian master, 5185|And my mother, faithful nurse of me, 5185|When a penniless boy, in childhood nursed, 5185|Slipped beneath the pike-hole of a hunter, 5185|I was left without a father, lone. 5185|For a thousand summers, faithful nurse, 5185|I have thought of thee, and cherished thee, 5185|For thy future I have many prayers 5185|That my years and wishes be fulfilled; 5185|That my husband I may see once more, 5185|Once again may sport in joyance winnowed 5185|By the sword that cut my father's flesh, 5185|By the gauntlets worn by my dear husband. 5185|In the days when I could work nor play, 5185|Wandered I through the land and country, 5185|Wind-swept by the wandering currents 5185|O'er the snow-fields of Pohyola. 5185|Oftentimes I stole in wonder, 5185|Through the snow-drifts of the Northland, 5185|Where the snow-sledge winds amid the reeds, 5185|Covered with thistle and asphodel, 5185|Singing in the reeds and grasses, 5185|Singing magic songs to entertain 5185|Children coming from the farm-yard. 5185|Oftentimes did I stray enchantered, 5185|Wind-encampred in the old man's land, 5185|Often stood within the moonlight, 5185|Sang spells of light and ======================================== SAMPLE 2590 ======================================== 3255|"I have heard the good 3255|From others, yet I never had heard 3255|And by you the tale is told. 3255|The little you give, the little you have, 3255|I thank you for most gladly!" 3255|And so to rest, and so to wait 3255|Till the next day would come. 3255|(The last time my eyes hearkened to one in the street I caught 3255|the look of some woman's tender self-possession, as the tears 3255|dropt from its eyes: her voice, low and sweet, like a child's. At 3255|the top: "It is the last time!"; but the look, and the 3255|voice in the words it uttered, made it seem that she had 3255|heard it far away.) 3255|At last I knew, at last 3255|Of the girl who still had not turned to me. And, oh, how 3255|sweet to feel, and yet how sweet to hear, 3255|In a quiet room, the voice whose meaning 3255|Was only mine to see. 3255|The little they give you, 3255|It is less to them than to you; 3255|If you ask no more of the life that you live 3255|Than it might have been, 3255|What could be done more simply, 3255|Or what more justly won, 3255|When the little you give them 3255|Is just as much yours as to me 3255|As to every human soul? 3255|"If you ever hear the way I use words, 3255|When someone speaks your language, remember 3255|The time you used to speak it - 3255|I do so because I should hold it dear, 3255|The way I use words, 3255|And I think it were dishonouring, 3255|So should your gift, 3255|When you give them words that are far your own 3255|To think that I hold them dear. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I have taught and roamed and worked with you, 3255|As I think of you, my heart's delight, 3255|To the day of our meeting; 3255|I ought to hold them dear because 3255|I have learnt to share the joy and trouble 3255|That it is to be learning 3255|And working with you now. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I have taught them their best to utter loudest, 3255|To speak their truth through loudest, 3255|And I think that I, now so full of your grace 3255|And honour, speak them loudest 3255|Because I have been learning 3255|To share with you now. 3255|"I ought to hold them dear, because 3255|I want you to be what you have been, 3255|And I want you in my life the same 3255|As when first you were mine; 3255|So in coming to your home to-night 3255|I would ask what could be more to me 3255|Than to see you now. 3255|"I ought to be what I was when 3255|You strove with me, and taught me to strive; 3255|So I know I ought to hold them dear, 3255|Because I used to teach you to teach 3255|To-day, my dear! 3255|"And I think it would be honour 3255|To have such a night of meeting here, 3255|To think of you as all I have seen, 3255|And, having done this work, to do well; 3255|And I think I ought to be glad to be 3255|What you are, my dear! 3255|"When you are at your ease in your room 3255|And have made yourself ready to greet me, 3255|When you have left me half an angel, 3255|To feel you in your strength, and to speak 3255|Your name--oh, then, when I have done that, 3255|I think I ought to be glad of what 3255|I have taught you--you have known it, 3255|What you have gone through." 3255|I strode out, and came upon her 3255|On my way to meet ======================================== SAMPLE 2600 ======================================== 28591|My soul the only soul in my body; 28591|All other bodies vanish with thee, 28591|And thine alone remains, to be mine! 28591|My God! My God! Thou knowest the power 28591|Of daily acts and things that please me. 28591|How good to think upon the way 28591|Thy daily blessings make me daily bless! 28591|Thy daily labors' meaning shows, 28591|And, smiling, tell me thou wilt love me. 28591|Thy daily tasks my daily prayer 28591|Show me thy daily hopes of heaven. 28591|I trust, with all a happy heart, 28591|To meet whate'er life sends, to give what's asked. 28591|I trust to be as well prepared 28591|As those my heavenly friends are wealthy. 28591|And when I am prepared,--if poor,-- 28591|To give what from their store I do not get; 28591|To be as good to all that seek 28591|The boon to which my richly-drest shelves lend; 28591|To give away all which may possess 28591|The treasure which my richly-clad shelves yield. 28591|My Lord! I doubt the things I think, 28591|And I am sure the man I see; 28591|Then let another be 28591|Made of me, or by the rest. 28591|There is no one so great 28591|But may be saved; 28591|There is no one so little, 28591|But God may care. 28591|When man was beggar, not a crown 28591|Was all his pomp and circumstance; 28591|Now, when he's king, his faith is said 28591|To be the crown to which he's bent. 28591|O Thou, by whom men's fears are crost, 28591|That they now see, and not conceal; 28591|By whom their envy still they hear 28591|Who lead their lives by Thee; 28591|By whom, when thou rulest much, 28591|Thou mak'st the world thy country; 28591|Behold, now is the time of love 28591|Before the hearts, of men, at rest; 28591|But I could pray and all God send 28591|For this poor prayer--a prayer most pure. 28591|I dare not turn my thoughts on one 28591|Whose love so deeply burns, 28591|His bosom beats with rapturous fire 28591|To own the truth of aught; 28591|But since I so much delight in 28591|His glory, I will give him 28591|My heart, for he loves me; 28591|If I should fail, and if my thoughts 28591|Should leave me far behind, 28591|I shall not want a friend to take 28591|My place when I am gone; 28591|I shall have all that his sweet love 28591|Loves, and to him I'll add. 28591|Though he may leave me and return, 28591|Yet must I yet return. 28591|He who so dear has charmed away 28591|The thoughts of guilt and woe, 28591|The heart that could not love me more 28591|Must love me still too well. 28591|He may be gone some time, and still 28591|I must be strong to bear, 28591|To look upon myself with eye 28591|And know not how I loved thee; 28591|Yet I would have it, that, if my fears 28591|Should lose me under this sky, 28591|He ever watchful shall be, 28591|And do the things he may. 28591|'Tis hard to bear, and hard to find 28591|Some surer means of grace, 28591|And better means of calling me 28591|To do that which he would; 28591|But still I will the more rejoice, 28591|'Till that time comes to bring 28591|Upon my lips those words he sent, 28591|Which now I think so sweet. 28591|And then, in mercy's name, be mine 28591|To hear him with all care; 28591|For surely if he speak or love, 28591|I shall not feel it less; 28591|But still he'll hear and love and ======================================== SAMPLE 2610 ======================================== 18500|That's nae lang ere the sun his rise had sought. 18500|"Ai somers, sir, if he had my hair, 18500|I hae muckle reason to believe 18500|We'd like to tak' him on by the han'; 18500|For it's sae weel be our ain, sir, sae weel!" 18500|"Ha, sir maister, my liver's the same, 18500|As fat or lean you please; 18500|Your body's in fine no matter, I'll wive, 18500|It is maistly ta'en to tak by yon man,-- 18500|And he's no sae hapless, I vow, 18500|As kind, and true, and good, 18500|As weel contentat I can think him, 18500|Or any man here; 18500|Nae smile upon him, nor frown; 18500|But be cheer'd, if he find 18500|A fellow that can find 18500|A fellow that can lend him a hand 18500|For good or for ill. 18500|I cannot blame in him at all, 18500|For that I reckon good: 18500|But, faith, I weel believe, 18500|I might be wrong, were he but meek; 18500|He ne'er is kend his cheer: 18500|Hail, brethren and sisters five, 18500|That dwellers in this houre: 18500|We all have cause to mingle our wreath, 18500|We all have cause for to pray. 18500|"And by thy hame!" was John's shout, 18500|"To follow yon guid Chinee!" 18500|When the greenwood gloamin' was done, 18500|Wi' Margaret and me; 18500|And I hope he skaithless shaw 18500|When he a lone hour has gi'en, 18500|In his hame o' mine. 18500|And I wish, when he ane comes hame, 18500|To ken his honour done, 18500|That he skaithless has borne the tow'r, 18500|On his hame o' mine. 18500|My dear Margaret, the lave I'll tell you, 18500|And now's the day; 18500|My bonnie Jeanie, she shall be sae 18500|I' the gloamin' gowden. 18500|I've taken Margaret, and locked the gate, 18500|I'm down wi' a bangle; 18500|I'm down wi' a lang, lang wi'aille, 18500|And mak's a ladye to the name o't. 18500|And wha's to blame, and wha's to a fool, 18500|A hair thin gate is close-guys'd a', 18500|While ilka body claps 18500|The others, the others, 18500|As they gaed up and down, 18500|And clap and clap 18500|On the ladies, the ladies, 18500|When they gaed up and down, 18500|And clap and clap, 18500|On the ladies, the ladies, 18500|That took the kyte, 18500|Beneath the green maist fireflies' wings, 18500|And the kyte on the green grass. 18500|And in a trice they're all come hame, 18500|And the kyte on the green grass, 18500|And a' the warld be sae glad, and a' the sky, 18500|To see the kye a-drapin' 18500|O'er the land as they lei, 18500|And a' the warld be sae glad, and a' the sky, 18500|And there was naething to be seen frae morn till morn, 18500|And the young sun was blazing 18500|Out in yon bonnie dell, 18500|And the kye clapped their wings and flew away, 18500|And the kye that had the bright blue hak bail. 18500|And wha was to blame, oh wha, wha, wha! 18500|That such foolish things should hap, 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 2620 ======================================== 1727|and to his own father's wife. A man shall surely die here in all his 1727|own place and shall be brought here in his own way with his 1727|family to the house of his father. We shall see how the 1727|lord shall punish him, but when I shall come back I will tell you 1727|all, for heaven has a mind for even." 1727|"And tell me where you hope to go to in your own house, what 1727|orders you mean to make me to go?" {80} "For god," said Telemachus 1727|splendidly, "and the men of Atreus both of them now intend to 1727|see you, as soon as you have got within your city." 1727|These words touched off a fight between the two men, and Telemachus 1727|welcomed his defeat. 1727|Then Amoebius sat down again, and the banquet was ended. Everyone 1727|was merry at once, although Ulysses began to say evil about the 1727|vulture, and how he would drive her out of the house; but the old 1727|wasters and others spoke kindly of him, and among them Ulysses 1727|and Amphinomus. When Amphinomus saw this they gave him good reception 1727|and applauded him as much as a good lamb should at a feast. Meanwhile 1727|Ulysses and Eumaeus came to the bed chamber of Penelope, where 1727|their wives were sleeping side by side. Ulysses took the cloak his 1727|father had given him, and put it into Eumaeus's hands so that he 1727|might be able to see his dear ones and to comfort them. 1727|The old man saw his son, and his cheeks were wet with tears, and 1727|as a father feels himself in the presence of a son he forgets 1727|and looks upon him. "My son," he cried, "why sleepest thou so long? 1727|tell me all about it. Are there no means of helping you, or does Jove 1727|possess you himself for to punish us? Come, help me, or I swear 1727|on my word of honor, lest the suitors steal me on my return. 1727|I swear on my word of honor that I will slay any of your 1727|household men who may try to kill me." 1727|Penelope was now a little wearied and sorrowful. Her household 1727|followed her in grief and with sorrowful emotion. 1727|Therefore, Amoebius and Amphinomus went to the place of assembly. 1727|Eumaeus was first to enter. When he saw Ulysses he cried aloud 1727|calling to heaven and to the earth from the house, "Alas, mother, 1727|why must heaven punish thee for Telemachus? His father--if indeed he 1727|even yet is alive--has laid low. Would God that he were with 1727|us, and so would I go with him!" 1727|Penelope heard everything, and her heart flamed within her, and she looked 1727|on him as though she were a son of old Vectippus; {81} then she took 1727|her stout sword down from her thigh, covered herself over with 1727|cloths, and sat down in silence, looking her husband in the face. 1727|Ulysses heard the tumult within, and came close up to her, and 1727|said, "Madam, you must not make yourself a jester; for if Telemachus 1727|had not seen me in this fashion you now would both have come 1727|to grief to your sorrow. I am not afraid of this man, although his 1727|father, Antinoüs, would have declared him a most evil counsellor 1727|to the suitors. He will have shown some great insolence, for his 1727|own son and mine had been slaughtered, and I am afraid of what will 1727|then befall me." 1727|Now when Amoebiades and Eurymachus had given way to the 1727|feeling of grief which touched them like coldness, Amphinomus who 1727|had loved his friend so tenderly, even while the maid gave him 1727|up to her own fears, took Telemachus and bade him sit down. " ======================================== SAMPLE 2630 ======================================== 3026|The last song. I am weary. 3026|MOMENTS like these bring strength to my father-- 3026|STRENGTH to the little boy with brown ears, 3026|I know of little else--his strength 3026|Has given him his boyhood. 3026|HE'S got no strength to-day-- 3026|The last time I seen them 3026|They were both in bed. 3026|"The last time the boys were together 3026|They were both in bed," 3026|They will never see together. 3026|"The last time you were away 3026|It was over now. 3026|"You are always gone: 3026|The old man 3026|Must be a fool for years to come. 3026|I can't rest alone. 3026|"I cannot go up in the wind-chimes, 3026|But still I must find you, 3026|As you used to find me." 3026|"And still you go by me 3026|Up and down." 3026|"If I lose you you will not come back; 3026|And the old man 3026|Has all the world to bear." 3026|There is nothing wrong with me but I do not know what; 3026|I don't want to be happy. 3026|Nothing wrong 3026|In wanting _to_ be happy. I have a mind that grows fonder 3026|And a heart that feels more clear. 3026|But the old man has work to do, and is too old to do it; 3026|He has done with being pleased with. 3026|The rain's coming down 3026|And the rain's coming down. 3026|And the old man has no work to do. 3026|The rain's coming down 3026|And the rain's coming down. 3026|He went out with the wind 3026|A-jumping like a grouse. 3026|"A hoss-cart ran over me head like a sapling tall; 3026|A hoss-cart ran over me face and a hoss-cart smacked my sagging 3026|hand. 3026|To me it seemed no more like a bird than a human being." 3026|"I wonder why you think of me as he did of the old-time friend I had 3026|You must not think of me," he went on. 3026|"I think of you often. The day came when I knew I was no longer 3026|A boy when you came up from the street 3026|And talked to me, and laughed--but I was afraid 3026|But there is a beauty, 3026|And there is a pleasure 3026|In being here 3026|In the heart of the place." 3026|"I do not need to go. 3026|I think we are in the right place for the time being. 3026|There are so few of us now: there will be soon enough when they 3026|I think it is better that you and I 3026|Had always been friends; 3026|There is something in the air 3026|That is pleasant about you. 3026|I never saw a soul so bold." 3026|"It is hard to say, 3026|What is the charm when you are alone 3026|With nothing round you but the moon." 3026|I was so scared, 3026|When they came to pick me out 3026|I sat there and shook like a leaf. 3026|Then my dear friend said: 3026|"That is a trick, 3026|I'll put out a candle 3026|In your door." 3026|"I have to ask," I said. 3026|And I told them: 3026|"I am glad that you went away. 3026|Your story was more to my mind. 3026|It is good to see you so brave and friendly, still." 3026|"What do you say?" 3026|"I do not know," 3026|He answered. 3026|"I am going to ask about you 3026|Once more, dear friend, 3026|So I try to be clear." 3026|"It is the truth," he said. 3026|"Why come you here?" 3026|I asked. 3026|"There is another woman who is here ======================================== SAMPLE 2640 ======================================== 14019|By three hundred horse, that were of France; 14019|On a day, when the dawn was still and grey, 14019|Thither they came upon the Moorish train. 14019|Hieronymus, whom I have enow 14019|To name, from the King of Algiers took part; 14019|On horseback he rode, at the foot of a hill, 14019|As if he marched in battle array. 14019|In one hand he had a glaive and one glaive, 14019|One lance the other held in his left hand; 14019|King Rudiger the Cid, the son of Helder 14019|Him saw, but he in his sleep had waked; 14019|Afar came he from his hunting in France, 14019|And hasted to meet his sire's desire. 14019|"Hail, good King," he cried, "in thy dwelling-place 14019|Hast thou the King's son come to meet thee?" 14019|King Alcalif the son of Damastrand 14019|Cried: "No king--none save the King, or none-- 14019|Here in thy castle, and here in our hands. 14019|Here let me die, my lord, with my spear I fight." 14019|"Thy spear?"--"Yes," said Rudiger; "and death. 14019|Now fight we well with our spear and our lance, 14019|Nor leave the place, whereon both were fixt. 14019|Fulfil our word; let none from us win 14019|Rest, but to the King and his daughter come; 14019|And hither lead the noble damsel forth, 14019|By Rudiger, and be the foremost we 14019|Will yield thee as thy prize, my best beloved." 14019|The King then answered: "I ask no gift. 14019|Heaven takes the gold for my son's consent." 14019|The king gave him gold, the Cid for the spear: 14019|He was a good lover, who long ago 14019|To his own castle and daughter yielded. 14019|Oft had King Oluf the Cids held debate, 14019|Ere he to France took a gift of gold. 14019|"Nay, let me hear of my son," said the Cid, 14019|"As my first-born child I will to-day." 14019|"Hast thou no sword, thy father, that can fight 14019|With the best knight of France, of any nation? 14019|Nor canst thou tell any other woe 14019|Than that we are lost from our dwelling-place!" 14019|Then from the horse with speed aloft they wended, 14019|In a land and a folk together blithe, 14019|And Rudiger, with his son, a mighty lord, 14019|Reached the King with speed and his heart did move. 14019|"O father! father!" King Alcalif cried, 14019|"King of the Lombards, I take thou mine own. 14019|God grant that my son and that I love!" 14019|Then he rode up to the city, and stood 14019|In the midst of the gathered men of Gaul. 14019|"My own son!" the King cried, and the King 14019|Won him, his voice sounding; and Rudiger's blood 14019|Flowed ere he passed beyond the gate, away 14019|Through the crowd, and the first thing to hear, 14019|That sound was the horse's hoof-thunder of pain. 14019|Rudiger was one of the knights of Scotland: 14019|A proud look in his eyes and a fair smile 14019|He wore, while the King on him looked steadfast, 14019|And his face like iron he looked upon. 14019|"Why look so I wonder?" the King said then, 14019|"Thou shalt see thy son's brother at hand." 14019|Rudiger of the bright white beard of God, 14019|"By heaven, I know him for my friend," he cried. 14019|"My dearest father, the King is great. 14019|There is no better lord of Algiers 14019|A host's valour can make to-day. 14019|O brother, my right hand on thy neck, ======================================== SAMPLE 2650 ======================================== 2294|I heard my love's call for me. 2294|I would not seek for light 2294|To light the darkness of his life; 2294|And I would find a lamp 2294|For him to burn with, 2294|And sing to him, and cheer. 2294|I would not weep, my love, 2294|And pray that God might see your tears.... 2294|(Ah, love, I would not weep!) 2294|But sing to her, and sing 2294|My song of peace, 2294|My song of peace, my song of joy! 2294|I will not weep, my love, 2294|My tears are vain; 2294|The darkest night will fall 2294|On flowers that grow for thee. 2294|The stars will shine from far 2294|In peace and rest at night. 2294|O my love, my dear, 2294|My dream is done. 2294|Now I am safe with thee, 2294|The darkness does not chill thy sleep. 2294|The stars are shining far 2294|O'er night and night, 2294|On this peace of love-filled earth. 2294|Love's Secret 2294|What is the secret of your eyes 2294|That no man ever has told to you? 2294|(Ah, love, I ask, 2294|How could I know, 2294|How could I know what you are like?) 2294|I know the secrets you keep from me. 2294|(Ah, love, I do not ask that you hide, 2294|I know the hidden secrets you keep from me. 2294|I also know the great secrets you keep 2294|From great and good women both far and near. 2294|My dream is done. 2294|My dream is done. 2294|I never told you. 2294|I only told myself 2294|That you are so smart, and wise, and bright. 2294|I have no words to tell you the secrets 2294|That are in you. 2294|(Ah, love, I do not ask that you keep secrets from me. 2294|I know only wise, 2294|So smart, so brave, 2294|And wise is he 2294|Who tells secrets to the young.) 2294|I love you, 2294|I worship you. 2294|Why do you stir my blood 2294|Like a flame in this cold, bleak earth? 2294|I only know 2294|Your great eyes shine 2294|So sad, so deep, 2294|And tender, and sweet. 2294|I only know 2294|Your face, ah, my love, my sweet. 2294|I only know 2294|The way you turn and smile. 2294|And as I look, 2294|I am satisfied. 2294|There are many women 2294|Who love with passion 2294|The way I love you. 2294|There are many men 2294|Who have loved with passion 2294|The way I love you. 2294|They only know 2294|_Your_ beauty,_ 2294|_Your soft brown eyes,_ 2294|_Your gentle, tender touch._ 2294|I only know 2294|The way you turn, 2294|I am content. 2294|There are many women 2294|Who love you so fondly 2294|That they would give 2294|Their own delight 2294|To know their love so true. 2294|I only know 2294|_Your_ sweet, deep eyes 2294|That search my eyes 2294|With wonder with wonder, 2294|_Your tender, tender touch._ 2294|I only know 2294|Your soft, sweet kiss, 2294|_That is so dear._ 2294|What is the secret of your eyes, 2294|That no man ever told to you? 2294|A child is bound to keep his little 2294|For every mother. 2294|Now let us leave the house 2294|And take the air 2294|And laugh and drink in the splendor 2294|Of the splendid garden. 2294|The air is full of singing by the flowing pool, 2294|The fountain leaps and glitters, the stars twinkle 2294 ======================================== SAMPLE 2660 ======================================== 36287|In such an image as I see; 36287|In the sun that we might not see, 36287|In the rain that was not to be! 36287|If this be earth, then what is this? 36287|This is heaven, and it is fair! 36287|If this be sky, then what is this? 36287|This is air, and it is blue! 36287|If this be sun and clouds, oh! what are these? 36287|They are mere effluxions, like that of a sponge! 36287|If this be earth, what is this? 36287|This is air, and it is white! 36287|What would be God's heaven, if it was made of this? 36287|His sun would surely burn, 36287|His clouds be as the mist, 36287|His grass as dead leaves, and his ground 36287|The land of misery and sin. 36287|If this be God's heaven, what next beholds? 36287|All the works of him on earth-- 36287|His mercy and his love--if these 36287|Be works of him, who make heaven? 36287|Thou, who hast taught us to conceive 36287|That there are two, two, two, two, two, two 36287|That make the whole universe-- 36287|Say thou, what is the one that is the other! 36287|What is creation? Creation is 36287|The word of thy words; 36287|It is God's grace that makes the flowers 36287|When He will give them rains. 36287|He makes the sun from out His fire 36287|And all the flowers and grass 36287|When He takes them from the dust and shines. 36287|When He makes them, He wills to have 36287|No man but one, 36287|And thus the world is made, 36287|To what? to what? to what? 36287|The light that He gives us to see, 36287|The soul to move 36287|In darkness--to make clear! 36287|Creation, Thou hast made the world. 36287|What though we see it made, made, 36287|Though there upon earth we stand 36287|We have not yet, we have not yet 36287|The body and the soul! 36287|Thou givest, and though we are poor, 36287|We cannot give thee: 36287|The world that Thou makeest we too, 36287|And those who have not lived for thee, 36287|We too, when all is made, make! 36287|Thou givest, and though we are lowly, 36287|We cannot give thee: 36287|Thou givest us an instinct for doing 36287|For which we wait, we wait, for thee. 36287|Thou givest, but we cannot use; 36287|We seek for the good we've given-- 36287|It's all but a breath, it's all but a breath! 36287|We wait for the breath, we wait, we wait! 36287|But, O thou Lord of Light and Song, 36287|Take us, we, and make us thine, 36287|And we will be servants indeed. 36287|The air is filled with sounds, 36287|From rose to rose. 36287|One by one the birds have come, 36287|To tell their love-- 36287|While in the greenwood, 36287|The nightingale and nightingale! 36287|I see a maiden seated by a spring, 36287|With her eyes half closed in sleep; 36287|The birds are all singing, sweetly sweetly, 36287|That she loved so well. 36287|And now the maiden sees a star--a red star, 36287|As bright as day--she swoons away, 36287|For love of this great star. 36287|The moon comes floating in to see her well, 36287|And she has turned to stone, and she has turned to stone, 36287|That she loved so well. 36287|I dreamt of a bird,--I dreamt of a boat, 36287|In an isle of my soul, 36287|Where the water is wild and the land is wild, 36287|And the wild beasts of the wild, 36287|And the gods ======================================== SAMPLE 2670 ======================================== 21009|When the sun is at noon-day. 21009|A man may die that sees it; 21009|A man may die upon hearing; 21009|A man may die and never learn, 21009|That he saw an act of lust! 21009|He has heard it as soon as 21009|He learned of my words, and that's he! 21009|I know not the matter, so the man, 21009|I do it again, 21009|And still I think it amiss 21009|When men can hear me talk. 21009|And when I speak, I seem to see 21009|A woman's face; 21009|And there, as I hold the glass up, 21009|I seem to speak, too. 21009|A man may hear a story-- 21009|A great, old story 21009|Of man he used to know; 21009|A woman's voice and hand, 21009|A woman's bosom, and kiss.... 21009|But never, never is heard 21009|A thing that cannot be heard. 21009|But she is gone; and you too! 21009|I'll never see her more! 21009|They'll say that we are lovers. 21009|'Tis a sore crime, 21009|And if men should say that we are lovers, 21009|Who will believe us? 21009|We love each other--we're married; 21009|Oh, we're married, and that's enough! 21009|And then he says at last, as a man that has been deceived, 21009|Why did I think to deceive thee too? 21009|My wife has done it through--and it's a sin: 21009|For if the man deceive his own wife, 21009|Alas! but he is no longer thee. 21009|_From "Childe Harold."_ 21009|There are four things, 21009|And in the midst 21009|Is the child. 21009|I think he loves the child; 21009|And I could tell 21009|If he loved a flower 21009|By its gleam. 21009|I had a child-- 21009|And then it was lost; 21009|I had a child; 21009|I thought it was mine; 21009|And the snow began 21009|To melt. 21009|It was so cold: 21009|I thought it would melt; 21009|But it melted not. 21009|The wind blew very loud; 21009|It came from the south; 21009|And it tore 21009|All the roots out of my hat, 21009|And my coat, too; 21009|And my father cried 21009|When I picked it up; 21009|And my mother, too. 21009|The moon and the clouds are white; 21009|The sea is so broad, 21009|The roses are so fair. 21009|The winds are so high.... 21009|But in England 21009|I cannot make them white, 21009|Because my baby is not there. 21009|As I was going up Pall Mall 21009|I met a man with legs so long 21009|He crossed Pall Mall beneath his 21009|Large-shaped shoes. In the great throng 21009|Pressed hard upon. All his legs 21009|Were bridles; all his feet were 21009|Shoes. Not a limb had room for 21009|A shoe or stocking. And I said, 21009|"My friend, since you cannot have 21009|A shoe or stocking, why, we 21009|Will take your shoes and put them in 21009|Your little boat to-night." 21009|The man with legs so long 21009|With joyous haste did answer "Yes," 21009|And then the boat he led 21009|And all along Pall Mall 21009|We steered and steered it through the 21009|Shoemings of City Hall 21009|And from the top to the bottom, 21009|Past many Town halls 21009|And City Courts. And by the time 21009|I cast my last look up to 21009|The City-gate at the topmost point, 21009|Our boat was steering for 21009|Whose harbor is the Island Inn, 21009|For God hath made the ======================================== SAMPLE 2680 ======================================== 1304|To thy sweet, my true dear, 1304|Sweet, no more the widow's plaint, 1304|Forlorn and forsaken, 1304|And the orphan's moan. 1304|Let her never more complain 1304|Of all her wealth defrauded; 1304|Of all that for her lord hath slandered; 1304|Or, with a pang, 1304|Let her love but this last. 1304|Sweet, no more the widow's plaint, 1304|Forlorn and forsaken; 1304|And the orphan's moan.' 1304|A GLOV'R given me in my boyhood, 1304|In the year of grace; 1304|And I love it still with all my heart, 1304|Though the years have round them rolled. 1304|As I lie at rest to-night, 1304|I hear it overhead, 1304|A sound and solemn sounding, 1304|As if that heaven itself were still, 1304|And all heaven's works sustained. 1304|It was my Mother's voice,-- 1304|Mother's voice for me! 1304|It said, _Let there be light!_ 1304|And light was made by light! 1304|Fairer than early love was then, 1304|And brighter than was springtide, 1304|It said, _Let there be day!_ 1304|And day was made by day! 1304|It said, _Let there be music!_ 1304|And music was its cry, 1304|_Let there be joy!_-- 1304|_Joy_, being made of love. 1304|It said, _Let there be peace!_ 1304|And peace was made of strife, 1304|_Let there be love!_-- 1304|_Love!_ it was the name of him 1304|Who heard the words of bliss. 1304|I heard it, as the wind, that bore 1304|Mother's tender words,-- 1304|_Let there be sleep!_ 1304|Faint and far off, I hear it 1304|As the beat of wings-- 1304|It is no more, that sleep, than air,-- 1304|No more than music,-- 1304|The whispering of heaven's stars 1304|Out of the vasty night. 1304|It is no more, nor earth, nor death,-- 1304|Night is the name for me: 1304|I call it, because that sound is 1304|A voice from out the night. 1304|When I recall the name of her 1304|Who died for me alone, 1304|And the tears that flooded her eyes, 1304|And then all into my eyes, 1304|I cry in God's name, in God's name, 1304|But all is hushed as water is, 1304|One uttering the sound of one upborne. 1304|No sound, but is for the heaven closed, 1304|And only for the darkness stirred, 1304|Wherein nothing ever was seen, 1304|Except at motion of the clouds, 1304|Or of a heart in a fever as I now am. 1304|How shall I find her, then, where I can 1304|Unclose the heaven as soon? 1304|At times in the night, when every wave 1304|Sobs to the infinite and the infinite, 1304|When every star in its own orbit swerves, 1304|And night on night as a whole labour along, 1304|Thinking, Love, the sea is dreaming, 1304|And I can no more-- 1304|No sound, but is for the heaven closed, 1304|And only for the darkness stirred, 1304|Wherein nothing ever was seen, 1304|Except at motion of the clouds, 1304|Or of a heart in a fever as I now am. 1304|Thou sweetest Night! 1304|Thou sweetest Night! 1304|Thou'rt a long time gone,-- 1304|Ah, that e'er I thought it true! 1304|And when a heart's on fire, 1304|'Tis a burning heart alone. 1304|How often before mine own I kissed thine 1304|When the wind blew low, and I lay alone ======================================== SAMPLE 2690 ======================================== 1731|For I have seen the world, and know 1731|A better place than this, 1731|And if I fail, God help me still! 1731|O holy and unrighteous! O to let the name 1731|Of God in the mouth of a fool be given. 1731|O God, who art in heaven! 1731|O God, whose hand is on high! 1731|Whose glory is in the sky! 1731|O God, whose will is on earth, 1731|To use it or abuse it! 1741|Tristram! t'other Emily! 1741|The moon was up, and to the sea 1741|Emily was in the kitchen, 1741|Walking to tea, and tumbling at her knitting. 1741|Two cakes there were of honey-dew, 1741|And butter and worts there was ale, 1741|And tabbies round the hearth there was cheese, 1741|Two o'cloves o' walleynce there was, 1741|And three of snails in a blanket, 1741|For Willie and himself to supper. 1741|When t'other Emily saw the butter on the spoon she 1741|would say, "O beautiful, are you sitting up all night 1741|under t' t'sheet?" 1741|She would say, "Thank you, lovely Emily," and go right 1741|away. 1741|But when the t'other Emily came home she would put on her 1741|leggings and shoes, 1741|And she would sit on t'other Emily's knee, and look at 1741|her pretty nose 1741|As she would to be perfectly smooth and fat. 1741|T'other Emily put on her bonnet, 1741|To go to t'other Emily's bed, 1741|To kiss her on the mouth, 1741|Because she wanted to go to Emily's. 1741|T'other Emily was a-sitting on the mantelpiece, 1741|The fire was small, and a-whirring the clock did chime, 1741|When t'other Emily came home from tea, 1741|With Emily's hair in little curls, 1741|She put on her bonnet. 1741|She put on the red, and the green, and the blue, 1741|And put on the straw sole. 1741|And then the little petticoat beside her, 1741|She put on the shoes of brown. 1741|"Emily was a-waiting in the garden, 1741|She'd like to eat of fruit on Sunday." 1741|Her brown tresses rustled under her foot, 1741|And the white firs above her danced. 1741|But she was a woman with fine, white, curly hair, 1741|And a fine, white, pretty, glossy head, 1741|And a brown tress, like the topmost thorn, 1741|In its top knot, and a brown upper dress, 1741|And that was all of Emily: 1741|And while out on the lawn the grass grew high 1741|She watched t'other Emily walk 1741|To meet t'other Emily: 1741|And when she came in the parlour door, 1741|She threw her arms round t'other one. 1741|And it was strange to see how Emily's sweet face 1741|Wore t'joy in it to the very rim! 1741|A tall white woman, with dark brown hair, 1741|In a white shawl, and a long, black shawl shon, 1741|About her white feet, white couldary flower. 1741|She turned her head away, and she said, 1741|"Why do you wear a canary flower? 1741|Why do you wear them at all?" 1741|"O holy Mary, Mary dear, 1741|What does it suit ye so, 1741|That ye wear ye canaries with a heart so young?" 1741|My Lady said "I'll tell Him, 1741|Who made ye them and by whose power 1741|Ye doth them control?" 1741|She said, "I'll tell Him there is none, 1741|Excepting us three alone, 1741|That can speak so soft and fine, 1741|And with such a voice, ======================================== SAMPLE 2700 ======================================== 615|And now I have seen him at a distance: so 615|That, as I wish it, I my voice shall cease. 615|Him, my good lord, with friendly mind I cheer, 615|And him to him with words of faith and love: 615|So we, with joyful hope a happy sight, 615|See that he be not less than good or good. 615|"If this were now my last desire, or be, 615|As in my doubt, the better faith mistaken, 615|To make the warrior so, and make the child 615|So, I that much had wist before, suppose, 615|Would now be certain, if the warrior was 615|Thou, who so long hast sought me on thy part. 615|Nor that, and yet with more esteem I bend: 615|Nor, lastly, would I not, when full is woe, 615|Call on that father to appear and hear 615|His voice, in order to repress my groan: 615|"Nor would I do so, with his departing thought 615|As yet believe that the same force could make 615|The warrior come with him -- he, who is fled 615|-- him whom all earth and sea and air hath fed -- 615|In the same thought of the same course already 615|(So we arrived to-day) had arrived, were here; 615|Nor to the contrary could have changed our thought. 615|"When we were at a distance, and alone, 615|Not without cause, and not the child to harm, 615|I told thee, not for thy bad behaviour, 615|I was thine infant, and I would not be thine: 615|And thou, in duty, to me didst not deem 615|I could be so treacherous or so coy. 615|-- But to my grief, I have such other love, 615|And have such other courage, to endeavour 615|The child of yours in this to the full fulfil; 615|And that I know not by what means soe'er 615|I may be able, yet with this intent, 615|That thou with thy good will towards my lord, 615|For thy own good's sake, and not for that of thine, 615|Shall be rewarded for this gift of mine, 615|In some portion of this kingdom to abide. 615|"With such a love I love you, gentle friend 615|Of all thy friends, O filial love, O pure! 615|That with those love's fair privileges 615|Your honour should in this my name abide, 615|With you to make that peace, and this my trust, 615|Whom I with you will honour and obey. 615|If to my gift, which thou for me hast granted, 615|Thou wilt do it willingly, no less is true 615|What thou enjoin'st -- to the child I give my blood, 615|That I may be my honour's treasure still, 615|When my wealth shall die, and you for other gain. 615|"To me, my lord, in no condition will 615|Be it hereafter lawful that this be 615|Gave to my child or granted thee to take: 615|Nor I by you, by any will of thine, 615|Should ever to that child by me be given. 615|To your good cause for ever, the child, I pray, 615|Nor ever to my wife that child should give: 615|And, had I died by any other way, 615|Then had it been for your good, my lord." 615|He to Rogero made reply: "Then take 615|This gift with thee, and by thy honour say: 615|But for thy good, the child would never do, 615|That I in it my honour should entrust, 615|So haply might my wife in this should die, 615|And thou should'st be bereft of life, and die, 615|As well as I, for ever in this store." 615|Thus spake the Moorish cavalier, and nought 615|Amazed the oath, or stirred his visage fret, 615|Till the young Spaniard had made his speech: 615|And, as a lover of his love was nought 615|Till he should hold it, would he now deny, 615|Nor him again would he his joys regain, 615|If he his sworn affiance to renew. 615|-- So, though Rogero were in truth his knight, ======================================== SAMPLE 2710 ======================================== 1304|The sun is up, but how the dew of night 1304|Stops, and how the midnight shadow wreathes! 1304|But, yet ere lark arise, that herald light, 1304|The night hath call'd up night's eternal star: 1304|And who is he who, with sacred Song, 1304|Inspires the blushing morn, and sets the sun 1304|Away? 1304|'Who are thy father, father,' the good man cried-- 1304|'Twixt him and thine an east-wind goes, and blows 1304|Away. 1304|'A garland I'll give thee, my dear child, to wear, 1304|A garland for thy hair, to deck thy brow, 1304|And make thy feet like polished amber gay 1304|For wandering in the night, when I am far. 1304|'An amber glove, an amber kerchief bright, 1304|I will bestow upon thee for a sign 1304|Afar. 1304|'An amber chain, an amber cap, and so 1304|Let us all wonder at the mystery 1304|Who are thy father and thy mother dear, 1304|And thou a child of God?' 1304|The Sun hath set away, 1304|The morn hath smiled 1304|And from her window looked, 1304|And all the birds had ceased to sing, 1304|And none but sleepers were in bed. 1304|The fire is out, the light is low, 1304|The damp is lying thick upon my breast, 1304|And my heart is sick, and sick, and sick. 1304|My hand slips down the golden chain 1304|That long hath bound my senses to the fire. 1304|Alas! thy soul is not yet dead, 1304|But all its pains are eased 1304|And life is over and past, 1304|And the long night is beginning to shine. 1304|Thou wilt not cease to live, my child, 1304|But thou must die! my only child, 1304|And I that loved thee not will part 1304|From thee, like him that lives but to weep. 1304|For life hath many wonders told 1304|In its long progress up and down the years, 1304|And there is nothing half so fine 1304|As beauty. Thou my darling, child, 1304|Art but nineteen winters old, 1304|Yet seem'st to me a lifetime long. 1304|Thou hast the tender, young grace 1304|Of a rose in her happiest bloom, 1304|But still that rose is lovely. 1304|Then, even now, thy smile is bright 1304|On one dear face--a mother's face-- 1304|And heaven, 'tis said, would appear 1304|To be a place where some fair child 1304|Went smiling to her bosom in. 1304|I saw the dear baby eyes 1304|That never had looked on a book; 1304|I saw the baby face 1304|With the smiling, full long smile 1304|That never had looked on a book. 1304|I saw the little smiling mouth, 1304|And the face of dimpled innocent youth, 1304|And the smile that was never a book, 1304|Never a smile, thou sweet babe of God. 1304|Thou wilt not look on a book 1304|Till thou hast looked on a book. 1304|For, oh! the baby spirit lies 1304|Still as a babe in a shroud, 1304|Lies in the arms of the breath of the sky, 1304|Lies in the arms of the breath of the land. 1304|And God, whose heart knows no care, 1304|But to love is a child's soft part, 1304|Sits on the hills with lonely hands 1304|And sings a lullaby to thee. 1304|When the night is at its fall, in a little frosty cave, 1304|Where white foam-flakes trail their silver to the ground-- 1304|Where the mountain-pearls and moor-ains have sunk to rest, 1304|And the wild-fowl huddle together all alone; 1304|When the pines are singing by the rills,--in their bowers 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 2720 ======================================== 2334|"Why should the King be so sad to-day?" he asked; 2334|"You know the Queen will be royally dressed-- 2334|And on today's fashion--a chiffonier vest!" 2334|"But where are the ladies and soldiers too?" 2334|"Where's the train?" 2334|"That will be ready in an hour. But who's the driver?" 2334|It was my first visit to a station,-- 2334|I had been to London to see a play; 2334|I went up to the King's to say good-bye, 2334|And there among the gentlemen good-day, 2334|I met an old soldier I knew from Gorse, 2334|With flaps of grey hair--in spectacled form, 2334|A kind of old Admiral in grey attire, 2334|Who, when I told him that I had come, made funny faces 2334|And shook his head. "I knew you wouldn't want to come." 2334|And that he would drive him straight to the Queen's Park 2334|To give him a lift away from London town. 2334|"Don't look so sulky," said he, with a sly grin, 2334|And turned him round his ear in a friendly way; 2334|"A soldier you'll trust?" And that he had heard of me, 2334|And wished me good-bye with a "Good night!" 2334|But in the dark he drove me to King's Cross, 2334|When he had made a fortune that was new; 2334|I saw, and smiled, and he spoke not a word, 2334|Nor gave my horse a second look. 2334|And now the evening came, and with it came 2334|To the dark King's Court a heavy train: 2334|Prince and Marquis rode in state, the line 2334|Was crowded with ambassadors and friends. 2334|To-night the King would spend a festive hour 2334|In the same old hall, with old companions past-- 2334|A sad old soldier, old clothes on his back; 2334|And my old friend and comrade Jack, who died last year, 2334|Is in the boat to-night, with one that was dear; 2334|But I shall not see them till morning light, 2334|For he is dying in his bed at last. 2334|"Now that's an hour long," says his daughter, "that gives 2334|The dancers such a chore!" And I'm sorry he died-- 2334|He had such a restless mind, and it never meant wrong; 2334|But I can't bear to see him lying supine, 2334|With a bullet through the middle--not as I should do. 2334|The doctors came and took away his cane; 2334|They said he'd never walk again, and all they said was true! 2334|But I was his last patient and his last bed,-- 2334|And I shall miss him as his spirit goes to hell before! 2334|You that have lost a treasure in a foreign land, 2334|Are in the twilight of regretting while you look; 2334|When to-day you feel the joy of seeing the lark, 2334|Or smell the old garden--go forth in your prime-- 2334|And hope to see them as you have seen them 2334|Is making a fuss and raising a stink. 2334|You that have suffered grievous loss because of 2334|A wrong you never did commit,--a loved one that 2334|Has gone to meet a better future, or you, 2334|Have wept to think of how your very eyes would 2334|vitrify, and your brain would spin like a 2334|spinning-wheel, filled full of thoughts that would 2334|(For the rest) forever make you feel as one 2334|Who lost his reason, and in the grip of a 2334|sad, unskillful, hopeless case, weighs a view 2334|Of you, and his or her, and the losses, and 2334|The reasons. But you are making your grave, 2334|When it is plainly plain you would have 2334|More trouble making a grave than the grave 2334|Made of the people who are living. 2334|And though you're saddened,--the cause of your 2334|sorrow is often hard to understand ======================================== SAMPLE 2730 ======================================== 20586|We're not in danger, Lord, but we're in danger. 20586|And if the old man was right, we're all in it. 20586|He's told us he's in high spirits--a very true, 20586|High spirit, of course, for you to be sensible-- 20586|A very fine, brave young man, in fine, that is, 20586|To whom things would be right as they ought be. 20586|I am glad he thinks so; but he makes us think 20586|He is a young man--an honest young man. 20586|The old man seems to think you think he is 20586|But of the dead, that's all: he who is coming 20586|With something yet of promise to himself will 20586|Be still a young, honest young man, you know. 20586|All of them are in a beautiful grave-- 20586|The other five, they were in their graves all the day. 20586|My wife, her eyes a-tinkle with happy tears 20586|That burst from flowers that never had such scent-- 20586|She would leave them here with the living to know 20586|For never a flower could make her more glad, 20586|But her young boy--to me, he seemed to live 20586|A sunny, cheerful life, and aye laugh and sing. 20586|Our new house is one year old and bears 20586|A dear old name, 20586|In our town it serves as a "chapel unto God, 20586|And a refuge for the poor." 20586|How many children have we then who cry 20586|For the dear old home, 20586|We who, full-fed with laughter and with tears, 20586|Are "helpless hands and feet," 20586|Who found them of our own accord at sixty. 20586|If once they come in the green-wood, and hear 20586|The old oak-leaf in the glade, 20586|Weary of all the world, our limbs they lay 20586|Upon the green-wood floor. 20586|If once they smile on us with lips that thrill, 20586|Saying, "Nought wrong; we care not," 20586|They will sing the songs they knew in the days 20586|When the old home was full of laughter and tears, 20586|For they'll find there the old delight: 20586|The songs the old home used to know, and yet-- 20586|"Old friends are new," they'll say, and think of the 20586|Old laughter and of the tears and laughter of the years. 20586|"God's a-grinning at the sun! 20586|What is this 'Grinin' is a crime'? 20586|Why, it's plain to the gazer that he's thinking! 20586|Heaven knew he'd go to hell, and he'll go to hell! 20586|Heaven, I'd have a word with thee-- 20586|(Say, what did Grinning mean?) 20586|When I was a little boy, 20586|A man came up to me; 20586|The very next day he came up to me. 20586|It was a year and a day, 20586|He did not smile, he did not speak, 20586|And he shook his head and said, 20586|You're making very queer jokes! 20586|He carried me, the little daughter, 20586|Across the garden-gates, 20586|And brought me to the garden-wall, 20586|And spanked me--"I love you!" 20586|It was in the spring of the same year 20586|There came a strange person-- 20586|I was a baby then. 20586|And when I was a little boy 20586|I loved a pretty Fairy, 20586|I've seen her ever since-- 20586|(She's gone and gone from me!) 20586|She sang to me all day, 20586|She chased small birds away, 20586|She chased mice from the street. 20586|I played all day for her; 20586|And when I was half-past four, 20586|She was gone from me always. 20586|"Oh, willow tree, why dost thou hang 20586|Thy boughs so high yonder-- 20586|Dost thou remember when ======================================== SAMPLE 2740 ======================================== 20586|All in vain, that man might hope; 20586|The sea rose on the horizon, 20586|And never a ship was there: 20586|The hills rose over my head, 20586|And the hills above my head, 20586|When all this earth of mine, 20586|As a bride in her chamber, 20586|Rose up in the morning of the world. 20586|And I cried, "I have cried in vain!" 20586|And I looked through the windows-- 20586|The world-wide, clear, star-lit, glorious heavens 20586|Gleamed far off; and the moon: 20586|And the birds were singing, the birds of spring, 20586|The larks were singing, the larks of May; 20586|And in my heart, that was merry with delight, 20586|Till sorrow came and made it sad. 20586|Then the great sky of the west opened 20586|To the bright and starry blue; 20586|And the world grew dark with cloud, 20586|And the sun was out of the East, 20586|And sorrow came, and a star was in the West. 20586|Then I saw a horse in the mead, 20586|And a little, little dog in the yard, 20586|And so forth through the fields and the wood; 20586|And I said, "The world is changed, 20586|And my world is over and done." 20586|But the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great night, and the stars,-- 20586|The world is the same, O, so very, very wise. 20586|And no man lives that lives for ever, 20586|And the stars wheel round and round, 20586|And the wind blows from the north, 20586|And the sea rises, and the stars wax,-- 20586|(And the wind is in the hair, 20586|And the night is in the eye, 20586|And the night is in the soul, O,) 20586|"O my life, this life of mine, this life of me!" 20586|And the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great sun, and the stars,-- 20586|A little horse in the mead, and a little dog in the yard, 20586|And so forth through the fields and the wood. 20586|All night long, and all night long, 20586|All day, and all day, and every day, 20586|The great, great Wind 20586|Whips up the Oaks--trampled Shades. 20586|He wipes them from the tree and from the flower, 20586|He snarls in the dew and shakes them out of the flower, 20586|And up from the sod under the grass 20586|Comes the cry of the Sleepers and the Dreamers, 20586|Rattles the gate, and the Watchmen hear, 20586|But the great Wind blows over the world again! 20586|From the great sky of the west, 20586|From the grassy grass of the spring, 20586|From the leaves of the corn by the hearth side, 20586|And the fields that yawn under the moon 20586|The great, little Wind,-- 20586|Stops as of old, 20586|But the old world laughs and the old world never sleeps. 20586|The great, great Wind blows over the world once more; 20586|And ever the watch-fires glow 20586|And the watch-fires flicker and decay, 20586|And the great, great, long blue lines of the Stars 20586|Slant by and slowly gray 20586|Over the white cloud-sides, where now 20586|The Great Red Spot creeps up the west, 20586|Till it hides the face of the cold white moon, 20586|A red spot, white as a chalk, 20586|Gleaming like a great ruby stone,-- 20586|The little Fire-serpent of War! 20586|And the great sky of the west, 20586|And the great Night, and the long white stars, 20586|Gloomy and far, and all starry and dim, 20586|Cradled by the great, great wind. 20586|And suddenly there comes to the Gate, 20586|And slowly down the long, high pile 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 2750 ======================================== 1365|All in the morn is seen, 1365|Each, by some strange accident, 1365|Becomes a god, or god's in name. 1365|When the light of the star-beams is shining, 1365|The shining of their hair is shining, 1365|As with their eyes the shining of their limbs. 1365|And thereon lies the mystery. 1365|The fire has touched the earth with fire, 1365|The sea is filled with living waves, 1365|The earth is flooded, and the hills and valleys, 1365|The meadows with grass-blades. 1365|The trees are laden with leaves, 1365|The streams are flowing still and wide, 1365|Trees and streams like living beings, 1365|Dwelling and living on the earth, 1365|Who can tell who they are? 1365|And I see them standing by the wayside 1365|In the dawn of the morning, 1365|In the light of the star-beams that shine, 1365|In the morning in which they shall be born, 1365|And my thought of them will then be complete. 1365|The fire with its flaming breath 1365|Has torn down the house-roofs of the tree, 1365|And down the chimneys spread its heat; 1365|And in the fields is spread its green-grove 1365|Over their fair and lovely forms! 1365|The forest is burned to ashes, 1365|The grass is turned to cinder, 1365|The river drips from its urn of ashes, 1365|And the earth-mole dries her tears! 1365|There was a youth, who was a genius in music, and he was 1365|very great in the study of poetic harmony; and his name was 1365|and his works have been, "The Poetry of Europe and the Old World" is 1365|He was born in Vienna, Germany, September the 2ist, in the year 1365|of Rudolph Huberus. He died in Vienna in 1685, nearly a hundred 1365|years old. The "Poem in Parts," or POEP, is his most famous 1365|The old man smiled a little sadly. "I wonder who is this, 1365|says Rudolph Huberus, in his epitaph. 1365|"But you were never a bad child in your mother's womb," 1365|said the old man, gravely. 1365|I think we have seen that a good hand-grenade can be more than 1365|the whole arsenal of horrors against which it is employed. 1365|But why should that young man with the beard, the hair, the 1365|brown eyes, and the countenance that does not have one sign for 1365|its humanity? He had a voice like a trumpet; he shouted 1365|and cheered and he sang an eternal hymn; and he held his 1365|praise unto heaven. 1365|And so, this man was a good angel and he was one of the 1365|righteous, and he was a strong angel. He had given us all 1365|a home, and the old man of the world. 1365|"Who are you?" 1365|"I am an old man coming from the battle," 1365|says the old man, gravely. 1365|"When did you leave the battle?" 1365|"I left the battle," he answered. 1365|"Why do you leave the battle?" 1365|"I do not know," he answered. 1365|"And who were they that bore you?" 1365|"Some one brought me here," the old man said, "and left me" 1365|and "I am a good servant that was brought hither from far away, 1365|and I would not have any trouble again; it may be I am too 1365|old; and, if I am so old, I am wiser than the sons of this 1365|earth, for I see it with their naked eyes. I have seen 1365|its fields, its sheep-fold, its cities, and the great fires of 1365|heat and the glory of its sun; and I know all the 1365|truth that is in itself. I know that it is blessed for the 1365|flesh, and for the bone of the body. I have seen its tombs ======================================== SAMPLE 2760 ======================================== 941|He has so much to do, and he'll never be satisfied; 941|He's up against the law-breaking Yankees, he thinks, oh, 941|I don't know the word, but it is "glorious, glorious day." 941|What is he doing now, and what is he hiding from God? 941|He has done his work, he's got rich, but what is the use? 941|What is the use of having the money? He's just as good 941|As any fellow out there; he never tells a lie when they ask; 941|And the people, when they talk about the war, say it's over; 941|And I hope I'm the only one that's left he's "fearing God's law." 941|I'm all right now; I ain't tired of the war; 941|I'd rather see the Yankees dead than not escape. 941|I go down to the city now, and I walk about 941|At the old Yankee barn, I hate the men a bit; 941|I do not love them now, I do not love them there; 941|It is better to get the money, or to give up, you see; 941|For, don't you remember the time of the year, 941|The year of red, the Red, and gold, and power? 941|The year of the Yankees, the Yankees, and the gold, 941|The Yankee soldiers, with their red, gold, and red blood? 941|They've come to attack us, they've come to attack, 941|With all the will and strength of France again, 941|And the Yankees are better than the Union anyhow, 941|And they're stronger, and quicker, and they win it again. 941|And this must be the year, the year that the last Yankees fall; 941|The Yankees are done with us and what are we to do 941|With ourselves or with our country, and God defend the King. 941|I say to the Yankees, "You must stay, you must stay; 941|You are the last of your kind; the last of your kind; 941|Never had a home when the Union gave 'em free speech; 941|Be you men or be you women, boys or men, boys or men, 941|Be you young or old; be it right or be it wrong, 941|Keep your places on earth, or they'll fill yours all over." 941|So we stayed the Yankees, they left us nothing by way of pity, 941|And we left them speech we never meant for us to hear; 941|For we knew we did not like their way of speech, we knew they couldn't speak 941|In any wise like the way of the free-spoken Yankees. 941|And the war is over, and we've got the victory in 941|We don't care about the war, we never cared before. 941|This is the plan we've got: 941|We're going home to sea; 941|We do not care who knows; 941|What if Spain were caught? 941|We're out there with the millions fighting for the freedom of the sea 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw the roses grow, 941|As I walked my garden 941|I heard the far sweet strains; 941|As I walked my garden 941|I saw the roses grow. 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw the white clouds sail; 941|As I thought of home, my garden, 941|I heard the far sweet strains; 941|As I thought of home, my garden, 941|I thought of one I'd lost. 941|As I walked in my garden 941|I saw a bird fly; 941|As I thought of joy to comfort 941|I saw it soar away; 941|As I thought of joy to comfort 941|I thought of one I'd lost. 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On my sweetheart's face, 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On her pale cheek of grace; 941|As the rain from heaven pours 941|On my sweetheart's fair form, 941|As the rain drops on the roses 941| ======================================== SAMPLE 2770 ======================================== 3628|If you can't write, do something, the poor man 3628|Has something all that you can't have. 3628|If you'd be rich and happy, why did you give 3628|Your poor poor body to be born? 3628|If you would have people think you're rich, 3628|Why couldn't you be glad of what you are? 3628|If you'd be happy, why did you die? 3628|And there you are quietly lying, 3628|Not even remembering--so what was it? 3628|I wouldn't be sorry for you, dear, 3628|If you went on hunger striking. 3628|I wouldn't be sorry for you, dear, 3628|If you couldn't go up hill-- 3628|I know that you'd be pleased to know 3628|That you still have money left; 3628|And now for a moment we divide 3628|Two good things in my very heart's desecrated,-- 3628|A dream that you never could have known, 3628|Or that you wouldn't have risked the life for: 3628|A promise made so long ago, 3628|With hopes you never could fulfill: 3628|A promise, made in hope, and kept 3628|And broken in an hour of pain. 3628|I hope you'll be happy to-morrow. 3628|But why you think in such a cynical way 3628|I cannot understand, 3628|I never knew the light of your eyes, 3628|O! It seems so strange to you. 3628|I hope you will be happy to-day. 3628|But why you talk in such a cynical way 3628|I cannot understand, 3628|You never saw them, love, before-- 3628|And so, I hope, you won't say. 3628|I can't understand you. Why, you seemed 3628|Like a man half turned to the wall, 3628|A-grinning with a careless grace 3628|At a woman, a woman in thee,-- 3628|And she who has given him her hand 3628|And the hope of his heart and soul, 3628|His hope and the pride of his youth, 3628|Whose tenderness and whose pride 3628|Have blotted out all praise 3628|And all love-inquiry. 3628|I don't know what you think, or why. 3628|But I guess, dear, that you think 3628|Because of our first meeting that it must be so-- 3628|It must be so--so. And I suppose 3628|You always have, that I suppose, 3628|Because I suppose, you must have seen, 3628|And you were so fond of her, 3628|Like some men I have known, 3628|I couldn't help but think there must be 3628|Something in what you're saying. 3628|Yes, I can see that--I cannot help it, 3628|Just this: it's certain, my dear: 3628|When your love and your jealousy 3628|(I wish I could know what they were) 3628|Were both banished from my life, 3628|What should have come to you as a curse? 3628|What should have been, had you not long 3628|Feared her and waited for her, 3628|Had you not waited until she came? 3628|What should I have done, you ask, 3628|Had I not known, as a man sees 3628|That his love must be dispelled, 3628|And his hopes crushed--and never again? 3628|You must confess, my dear, 3628|That you're right in this, 3628|While I'm sure I can't help believing 3628|That, if I could, I would hide, with you, 3628|My sorrow, my joy 3628|In some corner of the room; 3628|I doubt I ever would escape it. 3628|But then, how could I, my dear, 3628|When you can never know it? 3628|"Is it true?" he asked when she was born. 3628|"Yea, sure it is," said the doctors, "and there's no use crying." 3628|And so she went on making babies, 3628|And, one by one, she died. ======================================== SAMPLE 2780 ======================================== 1304|And then the song! 1304|The song! the song that makes the night to sing, 1304|The night to gladden round with light 1304|Eternally renew'd 1304|By the music and the verse of love 1304|That make a life, which else might seem 1304|A thing for fleeting, born 1304|To feel, to crave, to pine, 1304|This which thy soul doth make eternal, 1304|The song! the song that evermore 1304|Must charm and burn through 1304|With the glory and the glow of such! 1304|Whate'er the world of thought can give, 1304|If art or love bestow it not; 1304|But, when it can impart the best, 1304|It is that worth and good 1304|Began to dwell in Thee! 1304|And thou, whom vain, vain caprice 1304|Or cruel fortune hold'st in fee, 1304|Behold in Thee she cometh, 1304|And every thing is well with Thee! 1304|And thou, my child that graiteth 1304|All mortal things that touch thy hand, 1304|Look to thy Son who halloweth 1304|The gift of all His grace to give! 1304|And lo, this is the fruit--the pearl-- 1304|Of one poor man in lowly grave 1304|Still living, still living, still livid! 1304|PRAY, Lord, when first Thy bidding fell, 1304|Spare the poor toiling soul; 1304|Let me not in my misery 1304|Hasten to God and sin; 1304|I will never more rebel 1304|Against Thy will and state; 1304|I will never more demand 1304|Aught Thy servant did not hear, 1304|And did not see anon 1304|Thy will execution'd. 1304|Lord, let me sink in humility; 1304|Serve Thou the poor in patience; 1304|To Thy most worthy, not Thy least, 1304|Nay, rather, than my soul obey, 1304|Hide me still in Thy glory. 1304|Lord, when Thou to Thy Christ diddhest bring 1304|A child that all men did deride, 1304|Let me not hasten to forsake 1304|Thee, my Saviour and my God, 1304|Even though I now be nothing. 1304|Lord, give me strength to bear my pain, 1304|And set my very life to right, 1304|Let me but stay the hand of pain, 1304|And from all further suffering. 1304|Lord, grant me strength to do for Thee 1304|My duty ere it is said; 1304|And let me sojourn in Thy grace 1304|As fitly in Thy sight to abide, 1304|For Thou didst, and doth, and will, 1304|To seek me out, in silence wait. 1304|I leave it yet to do for Thee, 1304|To love and do for Thee, 1304|And not to let my duties get 1304|Unto my glory, and my name. 1304|My death is only death; my life 1304|Is nothing but the life of strife. 1304|No more my life with Thee to live, 1304|But with Thee as with a housekeeper, 1304|A nurse in some tenements. 1304|To do for Thee and not to do 1304|Are the great tasks of saints and sages. 1304|To him who does and does for Thee, 1304|Heaven is a double glory. 1304|When as the mighty Lord of life 1304|Made all the waters of the earth, 1304|And all the fish he touched he made 1304|Partakers of His happiness. 1304|God made the little fish, and he 1304|That from the water little fishes took. 1304|So when the old age comes we must 1304|Hold, as at first, hoping for the best; 1304|For not in vain have we to wait, 1304|The silent days, the little pains. 1304|What time He said, Farewell, ye best of friends, 1304|Then Heaps of ashes must heap ======================================== SAMPLE 2790 ======================================== 1365|I said to myself, "With these arms I can escape." 1365|And still as in a dream I sought to evade, 1365|I was carried hither and thither down, 1365|The while, with sudden, sharp attack of terror, 1365|She turned upon herself and screamed abominably. 1365|Then I said, "Her husband's son, for this last brave blow, 1365|Might find his wife and be restored to life." 1365|The king was very angry, and said, 1365|"Who is this that comes o'ercome and saves the king?" 1365|And, while his eyes were fixed on the king, 1365|Came this great creature all ungoaded to death. 1365|I was astonished to behold the thing; 1365|A stranger came, I grieved my heart out, 1365|I cried to God, "Lord, give another one!" 1365|But, lo! I got the monster and carried away; 1365|And his bride was married to another ghost. 1365|I took to me my cross and my staff; 1365|I gathered up my pearls and my gold; 1365|I went and I followed my beautiful Robin, 1365|And he is gone, and none knows where he is gone, 1365|And still I am mourning my lost Robin. 1365|Thrice has she been broken-hearted; 1365|Beaten and bruised and beaten, 1365|Gone home again to where I live. 1365|The last day of her white frock coat 1365|She put in her little handkerchief, 1365|And called for her dog, who was barking so, 1365|And said, "I'm going out, as I have gone," 1365|And ran into her mother's shop to buy him, 1365|The which she brought back with her in a trice; 1365|She cried, "My dear mother, is't true? 1365|Has my poor little Robin come again, 1365|And told his true love his dreadful story? 1365|"And does my poor beloved Robin 1365|Still live and love in his own green lane? 1365|Yes, indeed! yes, indeed! he does, 1365|And is with me, and is kind to me, 1365|While Robin looks in the window, and says 1365|What can be worse, that I have come home?" 1365|Hearken, little children, to this tale 1365|Of sorrow and of danger 1365|In another hall, 1365|Where joy and gladness dwell; 1365|But here 1365|I fear 1365|That Robin may 1365|Not be so well. 1365|I heard his happy laugh at daybreak, 1365|As in my room; 1365|But now, in his grave asleep-ness, 1365|It comes to me, sweetly laughing, 1365|As if the laughter of old again 1365|Had come to me, and made me laugh again. 1365|Singing the old songs that made him laugh. 1365|And now he is dead, but will not come 1365|Unto his grave, or from within 1365|Or without his castle harm; 1365|Only his singing is dead, my child, 1365|And is hidden in the grave. 1365|But I will be patient, and will whisper 1365|Hands upraised, and kiss 1365|His quiet face, and make a prayer to him; 1365|For he was always patient, and I hear 1365|His voice come to me up from the grave, 1365|Even as in olden times, the fairies', 1365|Who have inhabited it, 1365|The beautiful elfin elves: 1365|I am happy to hear them, for it is 1365|So often told 1365|By children, that they lived long ago, 1365|Long ago, to-day, 1365|In fair India, ages ago, 1365|With souls like the meadow flowers and birds, 1365|Who were happy and happy and happy all 1365|Until they grew wise. 1365|Now they do not come once every day, 1365|And sometimes no one comes at all. 1365|I must go and tell the king my word; 1365|He will curse me all ======================================== SAMPLE 2800 ======================================== 8187|The stars are shining, and the night so sweet, 8187|While from the earth its freshness doth steal. 8187|And from this summer hour my soul can rise 8187|And, like its father, light this gloom away. 8187|How sweet it is, when from the sun's ascent, 8187|On earth, in the air, or in the sea, 8187|To wander through the fields, and from the skies 8187|To muse awhile on Nature's bright sight. 8187|If I could paint as I do now, 8187|Some bright star of the night so bright, 8187|While all the rest on earth were dark, 8187|How lovely would the picture be! 8187|Each spot might tell some story of thee, 8187|Some tale of thy life, thy folly, or pride, 8187|And with their story I'spread thy brow:-- 8187|A tale of the joys and pains thou gotst 8187|While listening to thy fancy's tale, 8187|And wondering what the earth could hear 8187|When listening to thy fancy's ear. 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|And love, like them, thyself, ere death? 8187|Thou'lt go where all earth's wonders are, 8187|And, if it's so, then why so sad, 8187|Why is thy soul so changed in view? 8187|When in this world thou'st a child, 8187|Shall tears like those from eyes be shed? 8187|Or shall thy heart be still more tender, 8187|And thou desire such things as were? 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|With rapture for a few hours' space? 8187|No, no! thou'lt go where all earth's wonders 8187|And earth's wonders were before thee; 8187|Nor seek earth's wonders longer in thee; 8187|Thou'lt go where all earth's wonders are; 8187|But--I wonder, should life cease to fade, 8187|Would earth's flowers still wear thy countenance, 8187|Would earth still flower, and sun still look on thee, 8187|And thou no longer sigh for them? 8187|Thou think'st to go where all heaven's treasures 8187|Are open to thy soul's desire? 8187|Nay, then, what if thou hast gained the 8187|Beauty there, and there's nothing hid, 8187|But like the other beauties, thou'lt go 8187|Some new way, and find none like them. 8187|Wouldst thou be like the other beauties, 8187|And love, like them, thyself, ere death? 8187|Then, while thy spirit, still undrawn, 8187|Hath yet the same wild billows, 8187|As when, at first, thou art at sea, 8187|Thou shalt still wander, still be gay, 8187|And still be sad as if thou hadst 8187|No sun, no life, no love, no all-- 8187|Let thy farewell be a sigh, 8187|O soul, that sighs in death. 8187|What! must a man so false be blest, 8187|That all our earth's treasure he shall gain 8187|Of earth, in these years when we shall laugh? 8187|When, on the sea-line, where this evening star 8187|Of calm, and clear contentment meets my sight, 8187|The waters, like quiet, in their motion glisten-- 8187|When I behold those stars that burn in peace, 8187|And when a heart as pure might ever be, 8187|As then--ye gods! how can I ever say 8187|To love, with the sweet and innocent sun 8187|That so should make it sad as I behold them? 8187|Oh! would I could but live, and die, to give 8187|To Nature all this sweetness of earth, 8187|Then live and die to gaze on heaven, like him-- 8187|Or else to gaze that Heaven so beautiful 8187|Should lose its light and all this happiness. 8187|Oh! Heaven! thou balmy, holy and divine! 8187|A day, 'tis thou, when from this earth, oh! ======================================== SAMPLE 2810 ======================================== 1745|Of all the world, the world is all in all; 1745|By Him almighty favour heard, or done, 1745|By Him, or by the Meddling Princes round, 1745|The world is one whole, undivine support, 1745|One fulcrum ful of one security, 1745|One centre all things round; one base all things 1745|That serve their Lord in all, and all partake 1745|His royal pleasure; every herb that grows 1745|In Paradise, and every tree in Heav'n 1745|Shall flourish here; there shall be hewn a Isles 1745|To suit thir will, and Gardens meet for love, 1745|One Lord to all, one hest Majesty, 1745|One conscience everywhere, one Jew to all, 1745|One Republic for the tribes of men 1745|Under One Gov't a KING! who all for them, 1745|And all for them a nation, as in law 1745|His people and his FATHER! all for them 1745|By Him from Heav'n to Heav'n a NATION is rais'd 1745|By him, at his command, who all for them, 1745|And all for them a Nation is prov'd in Law 1745|His NATION! by his command whose people are 1745|By Him from Heav'n to Heav'n a NATIONAL are rais'd. 1745|Then had the Father and the Creator both, 1745|And all things on Heav'n as aforesaid, be 1745|From root to top revoc'd; and things, which here 1745|Might tend, for very wonder seem to have 1745|Stood stedfast and immutably crown'd ere God 1745|The King and Lord of all his works created 1745|Mankind, since no being can be insemin't 1745|From God, and nothing can among the gods 1745|Be fram'd to convenience or by design, 1745|Save that Invention might implant a name 1745|To shame thir fame, and dignify thir place. 1745|But words, though soundly builded, tend to manners, 1745|And words, though beautiful, to low deport 1745|Afresh disuse, though well conceived. Whereof 1745|Thir fashion was in Heav'n; but in the earth 1745|Men laid the foundation, and of old the quarries 1745|Were few; now every zone is straight assume'd 1745|By utmost perfection, and great days are come 1745|And manifold; the sphere is crowding grown 1745|Of worlds, and every singlest of them speaks 1745|Man, as himself, to every other thing 1745|By voice or look. Thus was it ever thus, 1745|But for creation's edification, Man 1745|Was giv'n to meriting, not for workman's wages. 1745|But wondrous now is wond'rous; man is grown 1745|A Saviour from a tender Mother's breast, 1745|Adopt a Father, and is nam'd by names 1745|That neither will nor can be, now great kings 1745|And mighty rulers, now such meanly vile 1745|As they who ran their ruling beasts in creeks, 1745|Or fed their soules in fosses; now wise men 1745|And wise philosophers, now proud republics; 1745|But now the meanest herd that knows no law, 1745|But obeys some lusty prince that combs 1745|His beauteous herds, and joins them to his power 1745|In servile chains. Who but had thought the word 1745|Rulership should cover so vast a zone? 1745|Was it design'd that wilt of Nations should 1745|Supreme as law? That one SUPERNIGANDY 1745|Should from the twain of Mary and of Joseph 1745|Take away the finger of control, and make 1745|One people of a King? If so, no more 1745|Shall Mary, cry out 'Vengeance on thee'--nor call 1745|On Joseph to fulfil thy rage, thy wantonness; 1745|But in the open words of peace let him reign 1745|As now he reigns, and let him not ungrateful be 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 2820 ======================================== 1855|O what are you waiting for? 1855|And now you know, in the darkness, 1855|The stars have gone to their hiding, 1855|And the wild war-whoop rings 1855|With the long gun-vow. 1855|And the fire-flames of the moor and dell - 1855|The lightnings from the mountains whirled - 1855|And the night is gone 1855|Over the hills and far away 1855|In her pallor and gloom. 1855|And now the sun, his morning serenade, 1855|Shows the wild deer and the flying hare, 1855|And the lark, from the coppice, 1855|Sings to his song 1855|All day long. 1855|And far away on the hill-side still 1855|The moon is twinkling, gleaming, glancing, 1855|And the hill-side lamp 1855|Tinges the hills and the woodlands white 1855|With the magic light of her beams. 1855|And here on the farm's low ground, 1855|I sit and listen, I love 1855|The war-song that comes to me from 1855|The guns of the hill. 1855|But the darkness and the war-lust fill 1855|My heart with fears and doubts and doubts, 1855|But only my heart,-- 1855|And what of the love that cannot be? 1855|What of the love that's not true? 1855|Or the love, since it cannot be, 1855|That the world shall have to it? 1855|"Wife and lover," she says, with an inward grace 1855|That seems to say, "'tis good to keep 1855|A wife and lover, and let them keep 1855|Their own happiness. True, the years 1855|Remain a changeless series of strife, 1855|But the path must be a journey, and we 1855|Should reach our goal to meet the dawn." 1855|And what of the years that yet she waits 1855|That will be spent like the morning dew 1855|With the fresh dew of love that her tears shed 1855|Ere the day-light's at root? 1855|How can she sleep? 1855|For the world has been, of a truth, 1855|In her heart a world of sorrows mixed 1855|With her own heart in its long mire; 1855|And her soul had the feverish joy 1855|That gave her life-blood throbbing thrill, 1855|And made the throbbing blood-tense joy 1855|A thing for laughter or for tears; 1855|And the deep, clear, slow, passionate years 1855|Of her life were torn, as she wept, apart 1855|To find a place and meaning in life, 1855|And a way forth out of its drear gloom; 1855|And all her past were like a dream of peace, 1855|Or music half-unborn. 1855|O lover, she was only wife, 1855|And did not think of love, except when wed, 1855|Or when, the time was full come, her soul 1855|Would be a soul of other moods; and she, 1855|The mother, did not dream that she, 1855|The wife, should die unwept away, 1855|Nor dream that her soul, a spirit born 1855|Of other women, might fly hence, 1855|At God's summons, to her Maker's arms, 1855|And in the mystic chambers meet 1855|The spirits of a world of soul. 1855|And she died, a woman! All her life 1855|Her life was full of love and truth, 1855|And all her day was full of love; 1855|And death was the end of that. 1855|To-day, I would not say her name, 1855|Though the lips that have not loved so well 1855|Should tell what love she had. 1855|There's a far-off hillside near the sea, 1855|Whose dark slope looks over it, 1855|And there beside its rugged scarred face, 1855|Where waves in fury come and run, 1855|And where the sea sings like a song ======================================== SAMPLE 2830 ======================================== 1727|I would have had him fight one day with a man he knew in one of the tribes of 1727|his father's house--a hard fight he would have had." 1727|"But you must not tell me this stranger, my father," {105} said Penelope 1727|"Don't mention him to anybody. If you want to use him, let me 1727|know, and I will make use of him myself in due time. It is time 1727|to be leaving all our things behind us, and I will bring them 1727|back when you have told your father; but keep your own counsel 1727|between the generations, but when any of you has shown him disrespect, 1727|he may go the way that he would prefer. I wish us both welcome 1727|into our comfortable homes when the gods punish you; but do not 1727|set too much expectation on him." 1727|Thus did she speak, and Ulysses was glad when he heard her answer. 1727|Then Medon held up his hands in triumph, raising his wine cup 1727|high in the glow of the great fire, and said: 1727|"The people of Ithaca will not hear of this," he said, "nor 1727|will they give me the welcome that I want. In my father's house 1727|I have had some small success in persuading the natives to allow me 1727|to fly over the seas, but this is a matter of long ago. 1727|"They will never understand me, and if I have a success with them 1727|they will still look askance. I will prove them as much as I can 1727|over the objections of the people, but no matter how much I 1727|say, if I tell them he has been a traitor to his own father's 1727|hut, they will not believe it. I am not the only one who has 1727|been troubled by it, and I cannot have all things arranged for 1727|me as I would wish. I must have my revenge myself, or see it 1727|with its full face." 1727|With this he sat down in the middle of the embers on which he 1727|had been sitting. Ulysses rose from his seat and went across the 1727|fire to the other side, where his wife was seated with the stock 1727|of wheat in her hands. He would have spoken with her at once, had 1727|not Minerva interfered. He went straight up to her, touched 1727|her hand, and said, "You are troubled by a faint and froward 1727|guise; here is a vessel that you may try yourself. This vessel 1727|can carry a man, or could carry any one he wanted--and he 1727|could easily afford to go to any great distance on his own account." 1727|As he spoke he took her hand in his own and kissed it. "Did you 1727|never tell me what it meant?" he asked. "Your wife, and that 1727|of your three daughters--your eldest daughter who is now only nine, 1727|and two of your youngest who are both now grown women?" 1727|"I did not tell you that," answered Penelope. "No, Ulysses, 1727|we had long thought and planned to wed, but in the first place 1727|we had not heard Ulysses coming home." 1727|Ulysses smiled as he answered and said, "You knew Ulysses all the 1727|time he was off his native land, and yet he comes home. Now, 1727|can you guess which of the suitors he is at present? It cannot be 1727|more than he will remain to-night. I will make you acquainted myself 1727|which one would do you harm, and which one would do you honour. 1727|The suitors for whom I am now worried are the two who have 1727|been delaying the wedding, one of whom, you know, is Eumaeus of 1727|Ithaca." 1727|"You are right, my friend," said Penelope, "but now the plan is 1727|probable that you are going to kill him himself. I have a 1727|message for him. He wants to marry you, and so will he keep 1727|you from being taken from your home." 1727|"Do not take him to Helen," said Ulysses, "for if he ======================================== SAMPLE 2840 ======================================== 15370|Of a good thing in your mouth, 15370|And my lips, alas! must be 15370|(Oh! for a chance like this to be!) 15370|When all the rest were gone! 15370|The poor boy is not to blame; 15370|In a very degree, no doubt; 15370|But he only meant to 15370|Praise me when I passed. 15370|But I'm so very much offended 15370|That I almost feel ashamed, 15370|And I wish myself to cry-- 15370|"I think you did me _un_by-by." 15370|I do beg you all, who'll take my pains 15370|(My verses) just to read, 15370|If you're in the sad position 15370|Of being young, and all the world's dust-- 15370|But 'tis not half so easy 15370|To be gay as me. 15370|You may see as many ways as you please, 15370|You cannot change the effect; 15370|But the way I usually begin, 15370|You must remember aright. 15370|But you seem to hold my word, 15370|So pardon me, if I fail 15370|(You cannot change the language if I say it) 15370|In esteem, you'll be sorry. 15370|Well, I'm going to tell 15370|My heart and say good-bye-- 15370|It's easy to be gay, I'm sure 15370|If you don't make the mistake. 15370|There was a lad who lived down the lane, 15370|And he was pretty smart, 15370|Had _something_ to do, 15370|And he never cried unless he should-- 15370|And he was clever too. 15370|For every time that the mother said, 15370|"But he's only one year old!" 15370|He was very glad to obey, 15370|But we _all_ are children, you see, 15370|And it is wiser to show it, if you 15370|Can help it, than withhold it. 15370|And it is better, I find, 15370|When children are told to be true, 15370|When they don't say things that are so 15370|And will think they're saying "please." 15370|But I'm glad to see 15370|That I'm not one of those-- 15370|Ah, here in the log-house with the clover blossoms red and 15370|"What makes the child cry?" you ask. 15370|Child, child, the weeping willow-buds 15370|Will not make thee sigh; 15370|Child, child, the sighing willow 15370|Is a thing to weep. 15370|"What makes my child cry?" "What is it?" you will cry, 15370|But the little one will cry for the green, green willow, 15370|That fell on her breast when, over the hill and away, 15370|She cried--and there he is in the tree! 15370|"What makes my child cry?" 15370|She will weep the day off her back, 15370|And she will weep the flower that's plucked, 15370|And she will weep the day 15370|When she had none, but she would weep. 15370|She will weep the day that her dear one sleeps, 15370|And the day when her darling's hair is brown; 15370|She will weep the day that her dear one lies, 15370|And the day on which this is all said-- 15370|Yes, she will go and weep. 15370|"What's a tear for, father?" 15370|And a tear for, mother, 15370|And a tear for every other thing 15370|That's wrong, and cannot be right! 15370|If I knew a babe I would make it mine 15370|(I should be a good boy then) 15370|And love it and cherish it day and night-- 15370|If I knew a babe I should have it so! 15370|A dear little babe I would make it mine, 15370|(I should be a wise little man then) 15370|And love it and cherish it day and night-- 15370|If I knew a dear little babe I should have it so! 15370|If I should die before ======================================== SAMPLE 2850 ======================================== I cannot speak to thee, nor have I power to hear 1852|Though I were speechless, like a leaf that's laid in earth! 1852|"This thing is certain, too; your words of comfort are idle; 1852|They are like the empty whisper of birds in Summer. 1852|"Your heart, my child, will find a voice from whence it can spring, 1852|"And when so faint, so feeble, that it dares not aspire, 1852|Yet in a moment is heard, and with a cry of rapture 1852|Speaks, and the words that follow flow from the heart!" 1852|He speaks. The woman's brow is as a cloudless summer 1852|That rests upon the waters and is gone from the sky. 1852|"I thank you, Lord, for a word so tender and manly; 1852|"But I am not the woman who can love him or fear him, 1852|"And, when in the presence of those I love, a cry from him 1852|Comes, and all my heart has passed into his bosom! 1852|"My soul's not in its vessel, nor is my body's:-- 1852|Yet,--Lord, by thyself, my Love! by thy tenderness, 1852|Give me, at least, a word of the woman's heart! 1852|"The man who has conquered in thee, 1852|Is the victor in all things." 1852|He spoke with so much reason, so much warmth, 1852|That in that earnestness, what else but tenderness 1852|Could make so soft a word? 1852|Was it a cry of natural love 1852|From the heart's depths? 1852|I cannot tell. 1852|If there ever were a need, 1852|When the soft light came upon her face, 1852|For that strong appeal to human hearts, 1852|I know not how, and would not have made it 1852|For myself. 1852|But since, 'tis so hard to remember 1852|Even in its memory, what else could I 1852|Have said? 1852|When we spoke, 1852|It was as the light at even falling down 1852|From a star, through the vast and starless night. 1852|And her head droops o'er the pillow of rest 1852|That lies so comfortably in my hand: 1852|And though I do love her, I do not blame 1852|Or forgive her; and this is the grief I know, 1852|The grief that would be compassionate to you, 1852|Though you did not love it. That she loved him--fear him 1852|The world would believe it, had you not heard 1852|The sound of his voice, nor dream of his looks, 1852|Nor dream of their kisses--and all the while 1852|The whisper, the whisper, and all the while 1852|The words of his song, echoing all the while 1852|In the sweet melody of his heart, 1852|And his heart's beat in you. 1852|For I heard it, and the sweet refrain 1852|Was as a sound to your heart, and it brought 1852|Like a touch,--which is all;--such passion, this passion. 1852|And it seemed a touch indeed, when you spoke 1852|Of all that she cherished; the heart to the soul, 1852|And what all the world loved and envied in her, 1852|And all that she desired,--and, all the while, 1852|You saw her own vision all in a smile. 1852|You knew, then, what she loved; how, for all you said, 1852|You seemed to hear, not hear, the music, all in her. 1852|And this was the grief you knew not of my own, 1852|What grief could it find? 1852|And my heart grew colder; 1852|So did I hear, you heard, what all you heard, you heard. 1852|And at length my soul shrank and sank upon you, 1852|As a wave sinking before a sudden blast. 1852|That heart beat so quietly, as the sound 1852|Of one's own blood fell upon it, that at length, 1852|As one's own voice, it was mingled with yours, 1852|And ======================================== SAMPLE 2860 ======================================== 4272|There shall the sweet, the pure, the wise, 4272|And true-hearted be! 4272|We read of the old, white-robed patriot's 4272|High renown; 4272|We think of the young, pure-hearted lad, 4272|We think of the stern, old 4272|Wise men of old, 4272|Where, when in war's wild height they were young, 4272|How they reaped renown: 4272|The tender mother's fondest prayer 4272|For pride and joy, 4272|The tender son's fond heart-felt joy 4272|For the mother's fair-- 4272|Oh! there were deep-hearted mothers there, 4272|Deep-hearted boys, 4272|Deep-hearted patriots all on earth, 4272|To whom a noble strife 4272|Made millions of well-born souls their own, 4272|A right-born, native race of men, 4272|Sans-Ough, sans-onge, 4272|Sans-touche, sans-offonge, 4272|Who strove their freedom to defend, 4272|A little one, whom the brave died for, 4272|Or who went proud in the war-cloud's fight, 4272|And saved a world. 4272|"God grant our nation, 4272|"God grant all his sons, 4272|"To bear this common burden, 4272|"With love and a friend in their heart, 4272|"A brother or friend in their sight, 4272|"And never with strife the last word, 4272|Though death must be near!" 4272|How many a long year, 4272|How many a day, 4272|The soldier mourns for his loss, 4272|And the blood-stained steel has left an evil impression: he, that never 4272|wanders alone, 4272|But at the head of a troop, 4272|And his eyes still on the sky: all he loves is the star, 4272|The shining beacon of his path. 4272|Then how joyous he goes! 4272|Yet now is he at rest, 4272|He hears no voice in the mountain-shade, 4272|No wind in the leaf, nor sound of a stream: 4272|There is no echo to wake the song, 4272|There's no flower to tell the spring's delight, 4272|No bird to sing to the glad wild chase; 4272|He knows not the heart-breaking sigh 4272|Of sorrow--the soldier's soul's distress. 4272|Then to the soldier how happy he goes, 4272|And his path is sweet and clear. 4272|For the stormy wind's voice is hushed, 4272|He hears no voice at evening in the vale, 4272|Nor does he hear the howling storm, 4272|The din of hell's roar or of heaven's fire; 4272|None cheer or caution he needs; 4272|All is still, all is strange and stilly, as he 4272|To the heart-breaking dream of the land of light. 4272|Then how joyous he goes, 4272|And in silence he treads his way, 4272|And he can hear the night-hawk's warning cry 4272|From the cliff where the wild birds scream with fear, 4272|Or the dreary sound of the weary blast, 4272|That sighs over the lonely sea. 4272|Then how joyful he goes! 4272|Yet he hears no song in the night. 4272|O ye, who lead armies on through the fight, 4272|From your home in the Land of Light! 4272|From your homes in the Land of Sight and Sound, 4272|Afar he goes to the cause of men. 4272|Oh, may thy soldiers for him a steady view 4272|Have, and to aid him may venture, 4272|And to guard and drive him o'er the sea 4272|May he be safe in his comrade's care, 4272|That is faithful and steady and just, 4272|Who is true to God, to his Country, and Truth. 4272|O ye sons of the soldiery--the well-trained and great 4272|In council and in battle, 4272|In battle, and ======================================== SAMPLE 2870 ======================================== 35553|A small, quaint church; and not a single stone 35553|But some kind guardian old wall or monument 35553|Of rude or friezeless carving, or the dint 35553|Of some rude iron plate. One sees the rust 35553|Of ages in a thousand little stones, 35553|Whose beauty can but pity beggars make. 35553|"But what is this new thing? Oh! it is a book 35553|Which, for a moment, seems to smile on me. 35553|I scarcely think what things may follow now, 35553|My mind's full, with an infinite delight, 35553|And with a pleasure which will not be past, 35553|Until it has put on all my old dress, 35553|And brought to me some book of _Dugaldino_. 35553|'Twas he, says I, who put this new invention 35553|Of steel upon the walls of this old church, 35553|To put a statue out of use and glory, 35553|That in this place we may behold their glory. 35553|Oh! what an awe was mine when it was laid 35553|Upon my eyelids! and the words it said, 35553|Wherewith it seemed to bid me in my heart 35553|Do as the old man did, and close the book." 35553|"I knew it well, when it by the side of me 35553|Was lying on the hearth; it was the book 35553|He used, when, at his own cost, he kept it whole:-- 35553|And how it seems it doth not, must not keep now, 35553|It is so small, it but holds that picture which 35553|Has made my living." "This, I believe but grows 35553|More like a dream. You need not waste your breath 35553|In prying into it. 'Tis quite secure 35553|For you, in spite of all his foreknowledge. 35553|And, if you read it, you'll find, I'm not guessing 35553|Aught at all,--'twas such a commonplace, book." 35553|As thus the old man's words, while all they sought 35553|Were found, they ended with,--"Be contented? 35553|Ah, no, I'm tired of this! 'Tis only a dream. 35553|'Tis of a beauty and a tenderness 35553|I could not but mention, when I looked 35553|Upon it closely,--for I thought that it 35553|The same should have been my memory's symbol." 35553|In the middle of the night, a little boy 35553|With his face hidden in a crumpled sheet, 35553|Merely awoke,--when in her bed beside him 35553|A melancholy dream came o'er his head, 35553|And his own little one, who slept the sleep! 35553|From whence came they so soon such a dream? 35553|The thought took him straight to where he was. 35553|The house was full of sleep:--he woke,-- 35553|Asking where he was?--to whom he said, 35553|"I'm here to do some work for Miss Fudge;-- 35553|I must get to my work, before ten; 35553|I must get to my work without delay." 35553|To this the dame at once in haste replies, 35553|"Why, then, take lessons!--why a doctor?"-- 35553|She does not seem very good--'twas clear, 35553|You see, you could get nothing else than this! 35553|"And so you must? Well, then, don't complain; 35553|I'll send for--who's likely to get sick? 35553|I'll send for--who's to blame? It's you, my dear!" 35553|Then up they rose, and made a quick retreat, 35553|Giving good heed to what the dame had said, 35553|And looking as though all that was done was done; 35553|And then their clothes unbound, and off they went. 35553|The morning came, and plainly did appear 35553|That they were all out of all their power to sleep, 35553|Save what was only half-asleep; 35553|For not so deeply would they lie. 35553|"Oh, pray, pray, what ======================================== SAMPLE 2880 ======================================== I will write to my friend Ettrick Rivington, 1287|And give my word he'll soon write to the Pope." 1287|And the king in a manner with joy replied: 1287|'Good luck to my friend and his queen as well. 1287|To our friend the priest, as I trust, may his coming 1287|The true one have been.' Then he kissed the priest's hand. 1287|The young man, too, a very thoughtful reader, 1287|A thoughtful reader, as all may see, 1287|Received the same in full, and his thoughts were thus 1287|As ever will be in the world below. 1287|The man in the Church, who often is seen 1287|At the Mass in the choir, his mind intent, 1287|The Holy See, the Church, and the Pope, was too ill 1287|To rise before the dawn. So he said,-- 1287|He was very well at once, and a day 1287|Was ended from his day's work as he thought. 1287|For he went straight to the convent, where he saw 1287|Men and women, who were all waiting for him 1287|With much sorrow and much sorrowful talk. 1287|Then a young man, with ragged garments on, 1287|(Who was for want of clothing outcasts, you see!) 1287|Besought the priest to take them to him in town, 1287|For the poor had neither good clothes nor stockings. 1287|And the old priest, while the new-found man spoke, 1287|The good man heard, and in silence said:-- 1287|'O my friend, if it is not impossible, 1287|Give to the poor these new clothes which I sew! 1287|There's much sorrow, and much sorrowful talk, 1287|Each one to the other, and each one's speech 1287|Is the same thing--the Pope or the man. 1287|O'er the poor clothes in the convent there gleams 1287|What I can make of the thread of a needle!' 1287|The young man, of his own free will, answered him 1287|The wise words of the old priest:--'You must care! 1287|I'll give them to you then, if I can, 1287|But as you're no poor I'll have them also.'" 1287|The man was glad, and glad had the others too, 1287|While he was the last at this and the chorus, 1287|For his friends might not fail him. 1287|Then again came the solemn prayer, and also 1287|Another sermon, and there was music, 1287|And all the music and every thing was holy. 1287|The priest, and likewise the man, and they knelt 1287|Down on the poor, and the clothes were washed withal, 1287|And in thanks again for all their kind aid 1287|They gave--they gave them all willingly. 1287|As the old man in his arms sat--the poor man, 1287|The man and the child, while the children kneeled down, 1287|Besought God that each one might be living yet, 1287|And with that kind of thought the man was glad. 1287|THE old clock, in the clock-tower, keeps time 1287|As thus from morn till evening by-- 1287|And still time stands, as now, at half-past ten. 1287|The clock hangs slow, and listens at night. 1287|With slow and patient footsteps it goes. 1287|The old clock, in the clock-tower, keeps time; 1287|Yet, never can the good and wise 1287|In the silence, time out of tune, 1287|At their own minds' game. 1287|THE poor folk in the convent are tired, 1287|And each hath something to resign, 1287|The more to watch for the worse. 1287|The clock strikes twelve, and its feet glide 1287|Fast onward, and at full speed. 1287|A little girl begs the poor folk so 1287|She hardly can keep from crying. 1287|"Let us eat, then," the sick people cry, 1287|"To live will not be for long!" 1287|Thus is it asked, and thus answered, 1287|Those who cannot eat, yet must drink, ======================================== SAMPLE 2890 ======================================== 615|The foe is ready to assail; so he 615|Boldly the fatal fray wills to end, 615|And in the fury of the field is laid. 615|With that the duke's good host, in battle stied, 615|And with much slaughter made the marsh below. 615|"If I may judge by this, in many a land 615|I have seen such slaughter in my time," said he, 615|"As here to-day to-day was seen to-day, 615|With victory, for I saw the conqueror 615|With twenty thousand men opposed to naught." 615|To this the rest: "You shall be victor at last, 615|For what is said in sooth, we well know right; 615|But would you not overcome with our aid, 615|You shall with this usury, perchance, appease? 615|Well may you do that, if you are not slain." 615|"I here would perish, or with my content 615|Escape." To them all cried, nor heard his rede. 615|Rogero, who alone could have been slain, 615|In his fierce passion, and the rest alone; 615|And these, because they could not do him ill, 615|Sought his excuse, and answered with disdain. 615|"Let him not see that it should happen," said 615|Rogero, "though to my wish ye wish it so, 615|That to your will ye are no more to be; 615|For by this meagre sentence I at last 615|Shall die, I, who have done this thing to you. 615|"To-morrow you shall be with this one bled; 615|And 'twill be my end as well, if I, who, you see, 615|As I am, a captive have endured hard play, 615|Because the man who took me, ere I died, 615|Shall take us in, the better to atone. 615|Nor this nor that, what is the meed, avail: 615|This one alone hath done me any ill. 615|"The man, for which I am this evil borne, 615|Myself will die; but he will not this do; 615|'Tis he alone, because he could not see 615|Who is against me in the field below; 615|And he shall not do so any more: 615|The man, if I believe his memory, 615|Was only for my profit there to do, 615|Which I was wholly to have endured, if death 615|Had caused him to endure it, and in play 615|Had left him there to have an advantage." 615|Then turning his to right and left a race, 615|Who from that place had turned about their way, 615|Sought them in their space where they were facing, 615|Nor with his sword would stay the leaguering foe. 615|"I know not, I who only now am here, 615|Whereof this duke's speech is told," Rogero cried, 615|"Nor wherefore he should say so, by what right 615|He could we know, when he is now in arms. 615|And he shall do what other duke did not; 615|For 'tis not he that I with my good sword 615|Encompass, but him that is here confined." 615|Then with a smile and sign he made repair, 615|Fell on that warrior's chin, and so was freed. 615|With him his head Rogero's hand embraced, 615|And the two knights, while on the field remained, 615|In mutual love were burning; both were one, 615|Nor in their hearts another was they two. 615|When the bold knights were ended in that round, 615|Then, with Rogero, stood Rogero's guide: 615|With whom, as was, and the good warrior's lore, 615|Rogero long had hoped, and long desired: 615|For, for the first time shown, he had beheld 615|The duke his master, loved by many a peer, 615|The lady who defended him from doubt, 615|And, in that lady's aid, the warrior had; 615|And now with this and to-day had joined in fight, 615|Yet the same knight in that ensanguined good, 615|Which he had wrought among the Saracens, 615|Which thus his honour for the paynim king 615|And noble Valour ======================================== SAMPLE 2900 ======================================== 1287|Of his name 1287|A man and a youth? 1287|And now when with him you stand, 1287|Then tell me, ye maidens, what has happened? 1287|Where's he gone? 1287|What is he doing? 1287|The youth's a noble youth-- 1287|And of no woman is he found. 1287|He leaves a wife and child 1287|Beside a ruin of the same. 1287|His friends are gone, and his bride 1287|A damsel new-made, I ween. 1287|In his house the father sits 1287|The wife's abode, and the child's 1287|As is his bed beneath the beam. 1287|And all are thus for want of care. 1287|But how can I tell if that be so! 1287|And who can tell you? 1287|I know not what to do 1287|With this youth; his name I ne'er could learn. 1287|HE, the son of an old woman gone! 1287|A noble youth he, if I may trust to one! 1287|A youth to whom we need not give 1287|A father's name, a sister's, wife's,-- 1287|A youth, and he is one to whom 1287|Praise is due, and tears and prayers are due. 1287|How is it with him? 1287|Fold up his garment, and kiss him; 1287|Let us take him home. 1287|He will do as I bid him, 1287|And bring you back the gift they gave him. 1287|And tell you, he is young and considerate. 1287|THERE, as you have seen, the king is seated, 1287|There's a prince and maid beside him; 1287|And they are laughing, kissing, praising him 1287|And he is laughing, kissing, praising her. 1287|What is it, ask you, does this monarch say 1287|'Sorrento?--Nay, my son, it is 'sury.' 1287|Henceforth, with his own hand, he will give you 1287|Your wages, and the whole world will know it. 1287|If his son would give them all he had, 1287|How great a treasure in his coffers! 1287|But it is not so with us, my child! 1287|We have done with the world's riches. 1287|Here is wine and here is meat and bread, 1287|And here the best of cakes we have brought. 1287|We can now enjoy ourselves as the king wants us; 1287|Why can't he give his whole bounty thus? 1287|'Tis for her father that we love him-- 1287|But he might see that he is loved. 1287|THE SWEETEST I'VE EVER KNOWN 1287|I never know a maid I love and I care 1287|So dearly, that I can't bear her as other women do. 1287|I cannot bear her as other women can, 1287|No more her tender touch upon my senses feels so sweet. 1287|I cannot bear her as others can, 1287|I cannot bear her with such strength. 1287|Ah then the maiden could no less be loved, 1287|The maiden with such gentleness so full of grace 1287|So sweetly fair, could never be my own dear bride. 1287|So gently she has touched my senses, 1287|So kindly she has kissed me, O God, 1287|That I can fancy the most dainty pair of eyes 1287|That ever looked lovingly on one so fair, 1287|And that her voice seems soft and gentle as the flute of May. 1287|I can be most gentle, as is best, 1287|And gentle too, and holy, for she knows how dear 1287|I am, when my dear maids and I are thought of so. 1287|I cannot suffer her as others can, 1287|I cannot be too loving, as is good, 1287|But to her I can say, as I have said, 1287|"My fair is like to win my love, 1287|My love is like to win her love." 1287|WELL, so dear! 1287|The day is very fine, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 2910 ======================================== 5184|"Thou hast learned the language of the women 5184|Of the nations of the Northland, 5184|From the daughters of the distant islands; 5184|Learn the ancient women's language, 5184|Hast thou learnt the names of all the women 5184|In thy earliest childhood years, 5184|In thy needful early morning hours?" 5184|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5184|"I have learned the language of the maidens, 5184|Hast thou learned the ancient language?" 5184|This is Lemminkainen's answer: 5184|"I have learned the language of the women, 5184|All the names of the ancient women, 5184|Hast thou learned the ancient mothers' wisdom? 5184|This is little knowledge enowenen; 5184|I have little wisdom seenuni." 5184|Straightway as the hero made answer, 5184|Straightway as the dame judged proper, 5184|In her ears the names of womankind 5184|Rang like the snap-crooked reed-fork, 5184|Did not skill in reading rivalwomen, 5184|Did not skill in reading fish-nets. 5184|Made he, then, one knee inclined 5184|Towards Kaukomieli, old and noble. 5184|"Who," spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|"Hast thou known within thy youth, and in thy life, 5184|Who the maiden fair that beautifies 5184|Sowth in forthright beauty on the sea-shore?" 5184|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5184|Then replied the hostess of Pohyola: 5184|"In my days was Ilmatar, 5184|And the lovely hostess of Pohyola, 5184|As a casket upon my table; 5184|I have known her of great beauty, 5184|In my house has long admired her." 5184|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen: 5184|"Whoever thou art, old hero, 5184|You, I think, belong to old acquaintance; 5184|You have known her long and thoroughly, 5184|And have watched o'er her from day to day, 5184|All the winter nights and winter mornings." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is more than three years, son-in-law, 5184|Indeed I ween we've seen each other, 5184|Saw each other at the island camp-sides 5184|Saw each other at the Pohya-forests; 5184|In each other's arms I've laid my head." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5184|"If my mother had a greater wisdom, 5184|More of virtue, more of courage, 5184|I would lay my head in sacks of flax-thread, 5184|Roll my coins through Pohya-awa." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is all thy present country, 5184|All the rest thou hast in fee but little; 5184|All the rest thou hast in bargain, 5184|Bread for royalty thou shalt not buy it." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5184|"Since thou hast a greater wisdom, 5184|More of virtue, more of courage, 5184|Dearest mother of my being, 5184|Dearest mother of this village, 5184|Let my shoulders of no-great-ness 5184|Thrust thou also into booths, 5184|Let thy head be on the heaps of straw; 5184|Cast it in the iron pan like wheat; 5184|Let it be its proper part provided." 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5184|"This is all thy present country, 5184|All the rest thou hast in fee but little; 5184|All the rest thou hast in bargain, 5184|Bread for royalty thou shalt not buy it." 5184|So the mother of the hero 5184|To the binder bears her basket, 5184 ======================================== SAMPLE 2920 ======================================== 1304|Till you come to thy home indeed, 1304|And find thy peace again. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Heaven to us restores, 1304|When every bud with blush of spring, 1304|The vale makes garlands fine. 1304|But vain the blushes of the rose, 1304|And sweet the violet's eye; 1304|And vain the smile of morning light, 1304|When, all the earth beguiles, 1304|The mocking-bird's shrill whistle wakes 1304|The woodland's answer wild. 1304|The merry, merry season is come, 1304|The blooming fruitage is pluck'd, 1304|The bee is busy from the breast, 1304|And the blackbird in the tree. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Eden's woods are rife; 1304|O'er all the fields the winds are blown, 1304|And every fountain's fill'd. 1304|The swallow, with unsteady wing, 1304|Comes o'er the mountain side; 1304|And on the plain comes laughing John, 1304|The cricket cheers and sings. 1304|'Tis but a season, sweet time of year, 1304|That Earth once more is seen; 1304|For Eden's walls, with fresher green, 1304|Smooth tints imprint tell-tale. 1304|Then, like a picture, Eden's walls 1304|Boldly display their paint, 1304|And then 'tis silent, though alive, 1304|Until it quite deceives. 1304|The white, white rose, and pale pink-lipped lily, 1304|And purple lily, and white rose, 1304|They fade like shadows in a glass; 1304|And all the rest are but a gleam. 1304|'Tis only when the summer is done, 1304|And all the blooms are culled, 1304|That, on a green bank near the stream, 1304|An olive grows with verdure fraught. 1304|It blooms with verdure quite outworn, 1304|For summer cares made it so; 1304|And when he found his love was dead, 1304|How pale its glories grew! 1304|Yet, when the lover fell asleep, 1304|It bloomed in beauty's spite, 1304|And when it wakefulness has made, 1304|How sweet its odours were! 1304|At morn, from its lone and lonely bower, 1304|It shrills in plaintive moan; 1304|When noon grows crimson o'er the hills, 1304|It is most wondrous fair. 1304|And when the snow begins to fall, 1304|It makes a lovely ring; 1304|When stormy blasts are thickening round, 1304|'Tis gentle in its spring. 1304|The lilies in their sullen pride 1304|Shrink not at the noonday sun; 1304|The red rose bows her head while mists 1304|Are circling round her grave. 1304|'Tis strange that flower so peaceful should 1304|Be wrung with anguished pain, 1304|That at a time like this, should seem 1304|So wholly broke in vain. 1304|O, had she perished in that cold, 1304|That frightful dark alone! 1304|Such quiet as this 'twere to win 1304|Some gentle heart to-night. 1304|But let it die, the garden lies 1304|So near it must be found. 1304|FAREWELL, my Love, a long farewell! 1304|She 's far away and I must home. 1304|It 's far away, and O the van! 1304|A faraway is a strange road. 1304|If my Love should come I know not when, 1304|Far away, or when she 'd been elswhere! 1304|What should I do then, dear, my grief to grieve 1304|Or to hope to make her stay a little space? 1304|Nay, nay! the least I can do is this: 1304|To leave my window open while she goes ======================================== SAMPLE 2930 ======================================== 27221|The goslings, at the banqueting seen, 27221|Went chirping homewards; and the bee 27221|Drew short with alarm, and in the tree 27221|Held high his horn, till, all but him, 27221|A shepherd by, the banqueting gone, 27221|Appeared the tiny nimble vulture, 27221|The same who from a thousand years before 27221|Had only mused upon those hills, 27221|With all their beauty laden dead; and, while 27221|The flock had all been gathered home, 27221|He pierced the woodland, with a vengeance, 27221|And tore asunder night and day the boughs 27221|Where'er he swooped for supper, as he swoop'd, 27221|And to the lampless hills of heaven 27221|Roll'd fast on high his beamy talons; 27221|While, from the forest's gloom, to him, 27221|Like lightning, the red comet, the clear wreathing 27221|Of a cloudy moon, the stars flew out; 27221|And like a whirlwind the vulture flew, 27221|And the night shriek'd, and the heavens grew dark with clamour. 27221|So when a man with angry mien 27221|Was come to visit his deceased friend, 27221|He bade the bard farewell, and then began 27221|The funeral song of his old teacher. 27221|"Good night!" he said; "Good night, thou bard, and good-day; 27221|For thee and me, thou learned, never more 27221|For us, the children of the stars, shall dawn. 27221|Thy song was made for man, and heaven's bright arch, 27221|Where, in the light of our Creator, we 27221|Shall soar, and in our bodies rise again. 27221|The man returns with joy to his fair chosen field, 27221|The bird with bird shall sing the night along. 27221|The flower returns to the green earth's bosom, 27221|The tree, in bloom, shall bear to thee farewell, 27221|Thou humblest nymph, and lightest of the throng, 27221|Who art as loving to our lowly home 27221|As sunbeam or the zephyr of the earth. 27221|For thee, our youth, for thee shall heaven bless, 27221|And make our hearts our fathers' glory bleed. 27221|For thee, our age, for thee shall chance misfortune; 27221|But die we love the better for the while. 27221|For thee, a child shall turn to man's old race, 27221|For thee, a master shall to liberty yield. 27221|For thee, thy words, our words shall live again; 27221|For thee, our very hopes, our hopes shall live. 27221|For thee, the world, shall be our heaven and last. 27221|The bard who taught thee that, the bard of earth, 27221|Thy name shall live when time hath swept away, 27221|And thou no more shalt live, but while men speak. 27221|Ah! why do I weep, the while the world is young? 27221|Thy song is cold to-day. 27221|'Tis not the frost that brings the leaves to stand, 27221|'Tis not the thunder that topples towers away. 27221|'Tis not the rain that heaves the summer's dew, 27221|'Tis not the breezes that at our summer play. 27221|'Tis not the breeze that sweeps o'er sails of gold, 27221|'Tis not the sun that lights the summer day. 27221|It is the spirit of a wind without a blast, 27221|It is the spirit of the breath of spring-time air. 27221|'Tis a spirit of an unseen friend, unknown 27221|That wanders when we wake and leaves us when we sleep. 27221|'Tis gone, and now a spirit of sorrow holds 27221|My life within my heart. 27221|My friends shall fill the vacant space of years, 27221|And I shall live on in life's work begun. 27221|Ah! yet once again, once more in thy praise, 27221|Bid me thy verses, that they hear or ======================================== SAMPLE 2940 ======================================== 841|All but the little head; 841|And while I saw him there in the grass, 841|What he had been, it was a boy or a man. 841|His hand was in mine, his fingers found 841|Mine; and I was so tired I could not tell. 841|His eyes were calm and gentle, and a boy, 841|His face was full of innocence and love; 841|His eyes were full of hope, filled with a joy 841|I could not tell him of. But as I looked 841|At those tender eyes, the boy did not speak. 841|A manhood's coming was upon him, and 841|His face was straightened and his hands were freed 841|From all the fetters round his manhood bound. 841|The little boy turned and asked me for my bread. 841|As I went over the garden and town 841|We two walked slowly together 841|And I was so tired and sleepy and sick 841|I could no longer bear it; 841|So I walked over the garden and town 841|And watched the sun go vanishing 841|And after it, the great white moon 841|Came down and shining, 841|And we went home together, 841|And I was so tired and sleepy, 841|I could not sleep for fear, 841|So I kept on sleeping and sleeping. 841|O weary heart that can lie 841|In the cold, grey grass alone! 841|When the moonlight comes 841|Shrouded in mist and rain, 841|It hides a face that haunts your dreams, 841|But when the sun goes down 841|It is like a white hand 841|Moving softly on the air... 841|I am sure it is some old friend 841|Going to the good of all. 841|We have lived together long, 841|But never quite the same. 841|I am sure it is some old friend 841|going to the good of all. 841|You are glad, dear, but I am so glad, 841|We have forgotten our pasts, 841|I can never see your eyes 841|That I used to see 841|When I used to be young. 841|You are so wise and clever, 841|You can think the world is a fairy-tale, 841|And every tale that is told 841|Seems so very far 841|From what I think is right. 841|But I, who am happy as a child, 841|I can never understand 841|Why, without any help, 841|I could have got so foolish. 841|You are always looking out for me, 841|And thinking I am not so fair, 841|And that a good dress 841|Is just what _you_ need 841|When going to spend the night. 841|But as you are so wise and clever, 841|I am always, dear, thinking, 841|Of something I forget. 841|It may be a book or a doll, 841|Or I may be out in the garden, 841|Doing something stupid. 841|Or it may be a lovely girl, 841|Sleeping soundly in her bed, 841|Or a red-headed man 841|Playing "fros" on the lawn. 841|Or it may perhaps be you, 841|And you may be standing there, 841|With your arms crossed, and one hand 841|Loosed at your beauty, 841|And the other held in your face, 841|As if you were a toy. 841|And the thought is still,-- 841|I am only human, 841|And when I am old 841|I shall think, dear, of you 841|And a good night to you, 841|And may lie down and sleep. 841|But before you have your rest 841|You will wake to find 841|All the world so full of delight 841|That it would have been so much fun. 841|For there are children playing by the water, 841|And a little girl is laughing in the sun, 841|And she always seems ======================================== SAMPLE 2950 ======================================== 28796|With a mighty bow, he stood beside her 28796|And watched for her return. 28796|Then she came in with a smile radiant, 28796|She took this little hand, 28796|She said to us, "To my love and my home 28796|You go. 28796|Be a daughter of the world to them that love, 28796|And be a little maid in love to me. 28796|I will look after you, dear, and give you 28796|My heart and my life, 28796|Then with that I turned and passed on, 28796|Her hand in his, 28796|Heard by the clang as that ship she swung, 28796|The echo call. 28796|As we drove, the light ooze from the tires 28796|O' gold we bought. 28796|The old churchyard at the back o' the street 28796|Held no relics fair. 28796|Its church-bell we heard the bird-note to ring, 28796|And, as I passed, I heard through the wood a song, 28796|Of a little maiden; and the wind, 28796|It passed beside me, 28796|The way she went when the birds sang in the May, 28796|And the grass was green. 28796|And when the morn was re-embalming 28796|The blood that had found its old master, 28796|And the sun was setting o'er the earth, 28796|My heart was lifted up 28796|Unto the lady that I had not loved 28796|While ever my soul was cold. 28796|The girl I loved, and now had loved, she too 28796|Was beautiful as a pearl. 28796|She walked with me through the streets, 28796|Through the gardens where flowers grew, 28796|She held my hand with a loving and tender hand; 28796|She smiled on me and was glad, 28796|And for us that love and have loved made sweet 28796|Our little home. 28796|I have gone on a quest, 28796|Through the vastness of the seas 28796|To where other children go; 28796|And I have seen a place 28796|Where the children have come to play. 28796|In my dreams my soul has flitted 28796|Where other children live; 28796|And the lovely faces I saw 28796|Are the faces they would lose of 28796|That I have known on vacation. 28796|A long long time ago I sailed on an ocean 28796|All night through; 28796|I had no rest or sleep, 28796|And I lay in the dark, 28796|For a storm was on the deep. 28796|I prayed to the cloud, 28796|With a loud voice praying 28796|For God to show mercy 28796|In a parting-time prayer. 28796|I said, Lord, make clear 28796|The clouds of my sin, 28796|That my sin and death 28796|May be washed away. 28796|He turned away, He said, 28796|If you will grant me prayer, 28796|I will go out to you 28796|And I'll take you home. 28796|Now if I should find 28796|The clouds a little higher, 28796|Then you would understand, 28796|You're my little child, 28796|And oh you'd hold me fast, 28796|And I would not leave you 28796|Lest I should cross again. 28796|The stars were shining far and clear, 28796|But the little little bird was sleeping on the wing. 28796|The night wind came through the window blind, 28796|And down on the ground 28796|Her nest she laid. 28796|And while the starlight fell on the nest, 28796|She heard a voice in her sleep, 28796|She woke and wept, and wept aloud, 28796|For she said, Oh! my mother, help me; 28796|And God answered, Oh! my daughter! 28796|The child was all alone in her nest: 28796|The stars were coming fast, 28796|Through the window she heard the father's voice, 28796|The father's voice she awoke to hear, 28796|Thinking, Oh! little child, come back, ======================================== SAMPLE 2960 ======================================== 1567|And he looked from the window. Her eyes were full 1567|Of tears.... 1567|And there was one at the other of them 1567|They said they would not meet, 1567|But whispered to each other. But the air 1567|Was hushed. Now the first word was: 1567|No doubt... what's this? 1567|Then it became: 1567|The little girl from the next house's room, 1567|A little older, with a smile, 1567|And a fair bright hair like pearls, 1567|Was looking at her father and her mother 1567|In a way that seemed to ask 1567|If they could be glad. 1567|And in the light 1567|Of a smile that seemed to say, 1567|"Don't let anything get to me 1567|That can show I've a fault," 1567|It seemed to be: 1567|"A housewifer! 1567|A little girl's for little boys, 1567|A little girl's for little girls. 1567|And you might come and sit beside 1567|The old man in the square, 1567|And he'd say to you: 1567|Your form is good, but your dress, 1567|I like better, is his! 1567|And you'd say, I'm no prude, 1567|But that you'd be ashamed to look 1567|On a pretty maid as mine!" 1567|And they all would say it-- 1567|The little girl from the three houses, 1567|The little girl at the three houses 1567|And the great-grandmère from every house 1567|Heeding her. 1567|And they made the old woman smile 1567|As she handed out the paper, 1567|They made her turn 1567|To the children, and her husband's face 1567|Grew kinder. 1567|And the good woman took 1567|The small blue slip again, 1567|Which said she understood. 1567|"We've been through that a few times!" 1567|She said, and handed it round. 1567|"But I'd like you to know 1567|We think all this very well 1567|You should be thankful 1567|To be kept and nursed, 1567|And have everything that you can." 1567|It was a white girl with a bright little eye, 1567|And she was laughing as she answered him: 1567|"If you keep me here and let me go, 1567|I will eat my own cake!" 1567|"I'll teach you, little girl," the old woman said, 1567|"To put the best fruit on your head." 1567|But the girl was not a little girl. 1567|And she loved the old woman dearly. 1567|So the old woman let her go, 1567|Took a little white girl in. 1567|And the day passed and the day passed by, 1567|And the girl was not a little girl. 1567|And the day passed to nothing: 1567|The girl was always crying. 1567|But for every day the old woman said: 1567|That you were a little girl! 1567|Then the day passed and the day passed by 1567|And the day was all about her. 1567|And the old woman saw how she cried: 1567|She thought the tears come from her hair. 1567|And she never knew the child she had. 1567|So she put the apple in her bowl and went: 1567|No one knew she'd seen the apple. 1567|And she waited, and waited, and waited, 1567|For the time and the day it past, 1567|And the girl was a little girl, no longer 1567|Little, but laughing: crying: 1567|"Oh, I think I'll go and seek him out!" 1567|But she never did. 1567|I wish that I could go anywhere 1567|And not run into anyone, 1567|Because if I ran into anyone 1567|Somebody would always help me; 1567|And so it's best that I run into, 1567|And run into of course any one. 1567|I wish that I could go anywhere 1567|And not hear the whole ======================================== SAMPLE 2970 ======================================== 14757|That we cannot see the future! I'll 14757|Leave the children and go back to the 14757|Red Lodge." "Why, dear Tom," she exclaimed, 14757|"You are mad. Don't make fun of the children, 14757|But tell me the truth, for you must know 14757|All about it. If there is going to be 14757|Anything going on in the Lodge 14757|That's making us very queer you must 14757|Go and ask them." A tall, slim young man 14757|Laid his long silver bow near Tom's right hand, 14757|And his arrows rested in his quiver. 14757|"The children are making strange noises," 14757|Said the elder with a hint of wrath; 14757|"I took up a message one night from them 14757|And learned that the Grand Lodge of England 14757|They're after secrets." 14757|"So they are," muttered Tom; 14757|"But if we could get there before they found us, 14757|We'd know what to do." 14757|"You mean to tell us," she replied, 14757|With a sly smile, 14757|"Just what we will if they find us out. 14757|And you must get out if you want to keep 14757|Your job." 14757|"No, no, I'm perfectly sure," 14757|Cried Tom, 14757|"If there's anything to be had at the Lodge, 14757|You must have it. Can't you make your living well, 14757|And get by making jokes about things? 14757|I've been out in the country before; 14757|They don't want anything more to say." 14757|"But how about the lodge?" 14757|"It won't give you a drop of water," said one. 14757|"And there isn't any milk-- 14757|It's all spoiled up-country. That's bad. 14757|The children'll do their best to make it look 14757|As if there was not one drop of water. 14757|That's what they say. It's all spoiled up-country." 14757|"But I suppose," said Tom, 14757|"You have more than that," 14757|And the old man shook his head. 14757|"You are quite right," said he to them, 14757|"For what's up-country?" 14757|In a half-laugh. 14757|"No, really," said the elder, 14757|"You are very wrong. We're not a lodge. 14757|We're just a children's camp. We're not much, 14757|But we're making jokes about the things; 14757|And not the things themselves, which is what 14757|Makes a lodge a jokester. 14757|"You're a joke, too, and you know it. 14757|You're just as bad a joke as yourself." 14757|The younger man laughed then, as he had 14757|And the older man said nothing at all. 14757|When the elder and the younger went 14757|Back to the Lodge that night, they were both 14757|So afraid, they went ahead and bought 14757|A bottle of rum, 14757|And sat down to drink. 14757|"I really ought to like you," he said, 14757|After he'd had a couple of glasses. 14757|"It makes me feel warm." 14757|"Don't you at all, Bert," said the younger man. 14757|"It just happened," said the elder, 14757|"As I was reading you stories, just plain 14757|Of course you can't do it. Now, tell me, then." 14757|"Of course!" breathed the young man, as he sighed 14757|In a low kind of way, as if he'd tried 14757|To explain himself. "Of course. I feel _that_ way 14757|Because you made me tell you the same way. 14757|And the same way you said I did in school; 14757|They're not all the same." 14757|"Perhaps it is because," said the elder, 14757|"This country's very cold." 14757|"Not cold!" said the young man loudly, 14757|And his eyes glistened as he rushed on. 14757 ======================================== SAMPLE 2980 ======================================== 27297|Then in a voice that was harsh and hoarse, 27297|"Lass, I see that you're a woman." 27297|The red rose and the white rose? 27297|The little white flower of May? 27297|The little green flower of June! 27297|The little sweet May-bloom that buds and bows 27297|In the green, white, red and blue 27297|Of April's blue and silvery May day; 27297|They are ours, for they were gifted, not lost! 27297|O the green, white, red and blue 27297|Is one that the world's proudest champions wear! 27297|And the red and white they light the sky, 27297|And they light the brow of our proudest queen, 27297|And the pale little eyes 27297|That open to the sunshine or the storm 27297|And shelter us at a fair, glad hour; 27297|And so the roses are ours, and the light-- 27297|The light that is only ours to see, 27297|So the blue and the rose! 27297|They hold in their hands the crowns of our crowns, 27297|The little roses we proudly bear, 27297|They are our crowns with the crowning line 27297|To the sun and the flowers: 27297|The little bright flowers that never tire. 27297|They have a joy in their bright bowers; 27297|And that joy is not ours, 27297|And never will be, 27297|When our hearts, in the days of the year, 27297|Are light as the May's! 27297|Then, O my love! 'Twas the red and the white rose! 27297|A far-off call,-- 27297|Faint and low,--the sound of her voice 27297|That woke my heart! 27297|The white rose that woke my heart!_ 27297|"The Queen is fair," she said, 27297|"And the Queen has a sweet eye 27297|That glittered like a star. 27297|"The Queen is fair and the Queen is wise, 27297|And the Queen is sweet. 27297|"And now I love her!" She raised 27297|A white, fair face like a star; 27297|There was neither word nor sign; 27297|"What is she, then?" he asked. 27297|"The Queen is fair, for she has a crown. 27297|And the Queen hath a tender grace, 27297|And the Queen has a bright eye, 27297|Where other eyes are dim." 27297|It was a night, for the dark moon grew 27297|The white of the sky, 27297|And the night-hawk from o'er sea-rocks flamed 27297|Through the night-dew's sheen. 27297|But it seemed as a white bird's wing 27297|Was lightly stirred 27297|By the dim sweet hand of the Queen, 27297|As the night-hawk flieth by 27297|In the warm, soft morn. 27297|And the moon came down on her head, 27297|And a light came over her 27297|As of a bright, strong, swift, 27297|White bird from the dark! 27297|All of her heart was as one heart 27297|In the blue clear spring, 27297|All of her spirit as one soul 27297|For the Queen is fair! 27297|I'm going to the woods by the shore, 27297|The birches, the willows and the alder, 27297|Where a sweet lass is singing so long, 27297|And a singer is singing to me. 27297|I'm going to the woods by the shore, 27297|Where the wild flowers kiss your shadowy sides; 27297|Where the swift, soft grass grows in a vest 27297|Of green, and the stream goes laughing by; 27297|Where the red-bird's song is a dream unsung 27297|And the moon's a lovely star, and white 27297|And pale as the face of a childless bride, 27297|And white as the flowerless tree-tops far 27297|Above the quiet water and the night. 27297|Fold me, warm fold me, my babe, 27297|I am weary, I am woe, ======================================== SAMPLE 2990 ======================================== 30672|Lines in the book of 30672|B. Moseley's _Iris of Sienna_ 30672|_Ceasing to be sad_ 30672|_To be unhappy_ 30672|_O thou my heart's fairest,_ 30672|_My Love and all things fair!_ 30672|_All's well that is can never be._ 30672|"In your heart the heart that is well content." 30672|"As sweet music to my soul is well-a-day." 30672|"Though thy face is hard as iron, like anvil." 30672|"Like the sun in the midst of the grey sky." 30672|"Bright be thy birth, beloved youth, with thy name." 30672|"Like the sun of autumn, like love brightening." 30672|"Love is like the day breaking out in the north." 30672|"Like the sunshine and sunshine it is dim." 30672|"Love never is old, love never is new. 30672|Love makes the sun-rise, and leaves the shade behind." 30672|"Like a bird or a tree or a bud 30672|Love made each flower that grew to me." 30672|"Love like a star, like the light of a star 30672|Made me love her as I loved her sky." 30672|"The bird of the desert sings most gay." 30672|"Birds and flowers are sweet." 30672|"Love is like the rose of the world." 30672|"Thy lips are sweet, thy breast is white." 30672|"Love makes a new love every time." 30672|A thousand songs I weave in my hair. 30672|As the rose of the morning from rose to rose; 30672|As the morning-sun from sunset to sunset; 30672|As the spring in the summer from flowers to flowers, 30672|As the day in the evening from dusk to dusk; 30672|So my songs are woven in my hair; 30672|A thousand years I lay them to rest; 30672|As the night, in the depths of the night, 30672|That is death's sleep, lies them to rest. 30672|I will call no more 30672|To my hand 30672|A tune, 30672|A note 30672|Of joy, 30672|Of love. 30672|For a while I will wait 30672|In my heart, 30672|At the close 30672|Of love, 30672|And I will sing 30672|As, in the night, 30672|A song, 30672|Of the old-time glow 30672|And the old-time dream, 30672|The old-time love, 30672|The old-time pain, 30672|Of the old-time glee, 30672|Of the old-time game, 30672|Of the old-time youth, 30672|And the old-time love; 30672|A thousand years I'll wait 30672|For the light, 30672|And I will call 30672|To my hope, 30672|To my hope again, 30672|The old-time glee, 30672|And the old-time love." 30672|Love, he would not break her heart, 30672|Because she seemed so fair, 30672|But take her life away 30672|For sake of gold and fame. 30672|A little maiden, 30672|She lived alone 30672|Under the greenwood tree: 30672|Her eyes were blue, 30672|And she was queenly fair. 30672|She loved the damsel, 30672|For all her face, 30672|And she went to her sire 30672|To show the sorrow there. 30672|The sire he waited 30672|Among his slaves, 30672|And the maiden told him 30672|Her heart's sad tale. 30672|"Thou king of men," she said, 30672|"I come to thee"-- 30672|"O sweet maiden," 30672|His young son said, 30672|"For we are strangers." 30672|The old man, the wise one, 30672|With tears was there, 30672|But he heard her tears 30672|Before he spoke. 30672|"Behold my love!" 30672|The ======================================== SAMPLE 3000 ======================================== 18238|A man with a face like a bowl 18238|That's full of water and corn-meal; 18238|A man that's full of water and corn-meal: 18238|A boy with the eyes of a girl; 18238|A man with the teeth and the mouth of a cat; 18238|A man with the fingers of a fox; 18238|A man with a face like a bowl; 18238|And a man like a pot of sods. 18238|But if you come to him in the way he goes, 18238|All his teeth will be loosened and loosened of flesh,-- 18238|It will give him the creeps 18238|Of somebody that sits down to supper, 18238|And thinks hard about him and what he has said. 18238|A man with a chin as fat 18238|As a loaf of the crumbs of death, 18238|A face as wrinkled as a pewter cask, 18238|That's filledfull of salt and brimstone 18238|To the touch, 18238|Yet the heat and the heat have passed 18238|Like a flame-- 18238|It is as though all this heat and heat 18238|Had touched and touched in the frying-pan the water, 18238|And boiled there, and dried and so disappeared! 18238|A boy and a man with a face as black 18238|As a moorpe, 18238|And eyes as brown as the berry tops 18238|When the frost smites, 18238|And a chin as fat as a pound 18238|Of sodden and earth. 18238|And he's as tall as a house 18238|When he's girt with his cloak, 18238|And the sweat of his nostrils looks 18238|Like the rain in the pit! 18238|A boy with a face as dry 18238|As the brambles under a cold shawl, 18238|That's bent 18238|To pray, and that's all! 18238|And he sits down in a drear 18238|And vacant seat, 18238|Watching a big black sun 18238|Rise from the west! 18238|A man full of fear and fear 18238|That a thing so fair may go 18238|Where the wind blows or the rain raves, 18238|And the wind or the wind or wind! 18238|But the rain and the wind may stay 18238|Or the wind or the wind may stay! 18238|A lad with a face so brown 18238|You'd swear it were carved in stone 18238|When you passed it by, 18238|And a jaw and a nose so flat 18238|You'd swear them to be china; 18238|A lad that would pass you by 18238|With his mouth so thin! 18238|A man with a beard as long 18238|And brown and short as a gnome, 18238|And lips that never are lisped 18238|With the laugh that falls across, 18238|And a look as hard as a rock 18238|Which the ice bends with a vow, 18238|And an eye as sharp as a stone 18238|That the wind casts out! 18238|But there's another man you'll meet 18238|When the night grows old and the dead 18238|Bury the dead, and the dead be given 18238|To the water or the air, 18238|A dead-branch in the hand of God, 18238|A breath from the dust above 18238|Or the dust below! 18238|There was never a man to tell, 18238|For there was never a breath, to speak, 18238|Where the night might let him fly; 18238|But a bird's song across the trees 18238|Fell on the ear, and there 18238|Lurked and played upon my ear, 18238|As I was coming up; 18238|Or a sigh, or a voice, or a tear, 18238|Blooms in the eyes of Day-- 18238|As I was going in. 18238|An eagle came to my window, 18238|A-flying to the west; 18238|The sun went down in the west, 18238|The moon went out of sight. 18238|For the eagle and the moon were gone, ======================================== SAMPLE 3010 ======================================== 2428|The fops and fools that make a stir: 2428|If you must vote for fraud and pride, 2428|At least be sure you're worthy the rest." 2428|I've read the _Bibliotheca_ page, 2428|And found it well written: 2428|My heart does laugh at things amiss; 2428|My wife is fainting near me. 2428|Her eyes at last their secret know 2428|And rise for this occasion, 2428|"My dearest and my dearest, 2428|This night I've a new friend." 2428|Her words were short, a few short; 2428|A woman's heart is light as air; 2428|I had a heart, too, but it grew cold 2428|Just once, before this came to pass. 2428|But was my heart as light as they? 2428|No, but by one-half a score, 2428|My heart was light as can be found 2428|A thousand years, before this came to pass. 2428|I found her late in my poor life, 2428|And she told the story flat; 2428|She said 'twas bad in her life, I think, 2428|For, from her mother, she could see; 2428|Then she told me the woman's heart-- 2428|I felt so sorry for her future-- 2428|That she--I do not know her name-- 2428|Went mad and died that very day. 2428|And that is how I found her dead, 2428|And that is how I found her good. 2428|I do not think young Love would be fitter 2428|To live for love's sweet sake alone; 2428|I do not think young Love would be fit 2428|To live for love, when not for love's sake. 2428|"Ah! my dear love," said the old woman, 2428|When she was gone, "don't be a fool, 2428|For at three o'clock I was out, and you were in, 2428|That's a little late to be running." 2428|"Yes, I can wait--I can wait," said the maiden, 2428|"I've only time, dear, but more to spare." 2428|"How long has it been since I was with you?" 2428|"Well, my dear, why hardly a word." 2428|"And what did you propose to do while I was gone?" 2428|"Nay, I tell you, you little thing, 2428|I only said,--I was going to see!" 2428|"'Sides I saw,' my dear, no more of sides." 2428|"But I'll go to my father, dear, for he has always 2428|"I have a heart; I will take one." 2428|"Ah! so I have been a false woman, 2428|A false, false-hearted, heartless woman! 2428|My only wish is to go out of her way to do her 2428|"And what has been your punishment?" 2428|"I have been tortured, dear, I have been whipped; 2428|My father has made a rope 2428|Around my neck--and there I hang so weak I know not 2428|It is time to put her out of her fears,-- 2428|So long I have waited! 2428|"And will you go, dear, when I am dead?" 2428|"Thank you, but such an answer is false; 2428|I don't know. I'm out. 2428|"And where will you be, dear, when you're gone?" 2428|"Oh, say, I'm going to the country? 2428|Oh, I can't help it, I must make a dress 2428|For a good reason! 2428|"For there are many people to whom I should like to be 2428|To marry, and make a proper wedding feast. 2428|But no--you must take care that she is well, and at peace; 2428|"You are gone," the father cried; 2428|"Take care, take care she's safe, and you're all our care; 2428|Yes, take care--she's gone, dear! 2428|And see--she does not come back." 2428|My heart was heavy, I wish ======================================== SAMPLE 3020 ======================================== 1165|The day is the death of Time. 1165|No one shall understand; 1165|The very air is a speech; 1165|The wind is the voice of the wind; 1165|But Time's a mystery too 1165|To speak or understand. 1165|The wind in the windy sky, 1165|The moon in the ocean cold, 1165|A soundless thing, a glance, a gleam 1165|Of infinite light. 1165|And when the hour begins to fly, 1165|The sky with the dawn goes up; 1165|The night with the stars goes down; 1165|But the wind in the windy sky 1165|The wind's the voice of the wind 1165|That wakes and laughs to-day 1165|That sings and is gone! 1165|I heard a bird upon a tree 1165|Sing of the sun, sing of the rain, 1165|Sing of the way that birds go 1165|Singing to their mates ... Sing Heav'n! 1165|Sing the world's great glory! Sing it, 1165|Sing to-day ... and the birds again. 1165|Sing, but the birds to rest will go, 1165|And the stars still shine, and the rain is still. 1165|"Sing Heav'n!" He who sings, 1165|Takes the everlasting fire, 1165|Winding the ways of the years. 1165|Sing Heav'n!" He who sings, 1165|Is a spirit of many tongues, 1165|Spirit, mind, and soul from end to end. 1165|Sing Heav'n!" Sing ... but the birds go down! 1165|I sang a song, a little song; 1165|And after and before my screen 1165|I sang my little life's delight. 1165|I sang of the little hours, 1165|My little happy days; 1165|Of man and heart and limb; 1165|And how when I'd been as much with my kind 1165|God had not made me less. 1165|I told the things I knew, 1165|Of love; of hope; of strength; 1165|And of the world all bright 1165|And bright the things I feared. 1165|My little life's not all the world's! 1165|What if I do not know 1165|A world of joy? what if the great 1165|And wise souls of earth 1165|And the little ones, 1165|And all who love and all who sleep 1165|In love and joy are one? 1165|A poet, one who would fill 1165|With songs the world and time, 1165|And stir the earth with ecstasy 1165|And beauty like a star. 1165|So great I was, so very great, 1165|My little song went home; 1165|The great, the wise, the good and great, 1165|Ruled o'er the little song. 1165|A dream the night I had, 1165|That I was singing, and singing, 1165|And in my little song 1165|The world and time and power were all, 1165|And in the world ... the time was God. 1165|I did not know it, but God gave 1165|The knowledge I might know. 1165|So was it well with me, and I 1165|Ran with the world as a dreamer runs, 1165|Waking and running all day, 1165|And all the way when night is near 1165|I run to catch my little song. 1165|"The child is the man's because the man is the child," 1165|Is the tale men tell among their halls, 1165|And love must win for man the maid. 1165|Yet, God, the little baby dear 1165|Seemed to me the only man of all. 1165|And here, through thousands of miles, to-night, 1165|I linger, wondering if he'll run 1165|Through the great wood, and seek my hand: 1165|Will the little baby cry? Oh, never! 1165|"I'm a little boy," I said. 1165|"I'll not kill a man to-day," 1165|Was my little boy's sad cheer. 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 3030 ======================================== 20956|Touched with its love of thee; 20956|And to-night they will not wed 20956|Till the world hath ended. 20956|Hush, you little birds, in your little nests so lonely 20956|Down at the heart of the earth, how you sit there singing, 20956|Lazy and idle; 20956|And, look, you little eggs, how dark your egg-lodes are buried, 20956|In dark nests no birds know of! 20956|The light of the sun is on the earth and sky, 20956|But only with great love are we happy; 20956|But the sun-rise is a joy to all the earth, 20956|To little ones and to the birds. 20956|I dreamed of a garden, 20956|I stood among its blossoms, 20956|As full of beauty 20956|As my heart would dream it were. 20956|I walked in a fairy meadow, 20956|All white with its snow, 20956|A-dreaming all day; 20956|The birds sang sweetly to me. 20956|All through my dream-life, 20956|With singing and bright sunlight 20956|All through my soul was lit, 20956|And the bright angel-haunted trees 20956|Came down to me and smiled; 20956|So, in my soul did I dream, 20956|And it seemed that I was at rest. 20956|In the land of beauty and of song, 20956|All things that are and were born I have seen, 20956|The trees to the stars have danced on high, 20956|And the clouds have waved on cloudy steeps. 20956|They have come with the dew, the moon to the sun, 20956|And to earth's heart has risen the love-light crown. 20956|Now there's a God to whom the heavens bow, 20956|And the sun and the stars and the wind obey. 20956|For the day is ended, 20956|And the mists are turned to a crown. 20956|And all the starry worlds 20956|Have danced with a star-like light in the east; 20956|And all the birds with music and with harmony 20956|Have waved in the night--a crown to crown 20956|With love unending, 20956|And a joy all-giving. 20956|I had a dream, 20956|But it ended in a song; 20956|It came to me at break of day 20956|From the infinite heart to my part of rest; 20956|And the song and the dream 20956|Are over--and song and dream are not. 20956|Yet I had a dream, 20956|And that dream has come to me from the 20956|Universe as a flower floats by. 20956|But there's a joy, a hope, a hope, 20956|And a longing in this theo, spring of my 20956|Life from the night, 20956|Theo flings her arms around me 20956|Whose dream in the morning shall never start. 20956|Her arms around me, 20956|Her heart among the flowers, 20956|She has come back to allure me, 20956|But never shall I wake without her; 20956|And theo is the soul of my soul, 20956|She is my spirit to my soul,-- 20956|Theo through the stars. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|That makes the hearts of men move, 20956|That seems to be the song of some 20956|Hid in mine own lonely heart. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|That I sing as one that sitteth; 20956|That sings as one that sitteth and singeth, 20956|To others that sing little things. 20956|A song I made that is too small, 20956|Too sweet for the heart to remember; 20956|That all our hearts were hidden in it 20956|One time, and are still kept with it. 20956|A little song, a little song, 20956|Too soon forgot, too soon sung; 20956|A song, a little song, that ever 20956|Hath been too soon forgotten. 20956|A little song, that is too grand 20956|To ======================================== SAMPLE 3040 ======================================== 1008|With the rest the path we had resumed. "The way 1008|"Thou speak'st of there," the guide thus in our speech 1008|Addrest, "is not far repay'd by travel; nevertheless, 1008|It may be well to return here, where thou shalt find 1008|All needed refreshment, such as may suggest 1008|Thee to enter at this hill's foot." Forthwith he bade 1008|We on our way advance ten rods; and I pursued 1008|The favored glimpse that through his words I caught. 1008|"The ancient webs, that ever lead from good to ill, 1008|Have silently in my short life been wound together; 1008|And like to pearls, that stay at set of sun, 1008|Have been for some time strung. Of the true life 1008|Thus far my judgment well can discern, this truth 1008|Establishing, away I go." We, as he spoke, 1008|Ascending, follow in view, till gathered round 1008|We stood. "So may he do who wishes to shine," 1008|In answer to their leader cried, "so are we. 1008|And thou, Fabio, with thy ponderous load 1008|Of sins, depart." So was each one urge'd to flight. 1008|Thus having spoke, he drew the covenant off, 1008|And plac'd it on the cross, then hand to hand 1008|Enthron'd, arm not lifting, but the weapon idly. 1008|"DO thou, my brother, this," the sinner bids, 1008|"Thy refuge thou should'st be ready to seize 1008|At the right beck, if demand'd." Me such thirst 1008|Of vengeance that no water could wash clean 1008|In my head that I ne'er drew back, nor glass 1008|Had seen, nor coy creature, when I midway 1008|Of the false woman stood. He, thus pressing on, 1008|Astonied me; but I unwounded pursu'd, 1008|And thus the sev'nfold bands inscrib'd the voice 1008|More cumb'rous than their origin. "Fool that I am! 1008|Hope not to scare them thence: such aid is none 1008|To thee, who hast thyself such warrior? Turn, 1008|And see how nigh, without their help, thou canst be 1008|By mine aid brought." Soon as the dread thought 1008|Failed in me, he turning, cried out: "Stop, 1008|Or mortal sinning bumps thee on this rock!" 1008|I stung with shame, stung with anger, stung with all 1008|The rage that in my bosom dwells. "Sentinue 1008|And filial," I replied, "while yet thou liv'st, 1008|Our evil action here shall have its death, 1008|Its punishment, through thee enduring best." 1008|She said: "With thee in error I was once, 1008|And was as she is still." He answered her 1008|With looks that make the dreamer wakeful night, 1008|"If I mistake not, she is nightingale now, 1008|'Tween her and morning: oft as from her spring 1008|We quote her matins, she invites the night, 1008|And often the night bears off the day from ourselves. 1008|Without light she draws not aloof her lamps, 1008|Nor stays, that visible sign of distress, 1008|The which if she happens to inspect, then, 1008|By shake of their cloak, the moon doth guess the cause." 1008|Then snapping her fig, "See that she has not 1008|Bleeding nor crushed herself to death upon it; 1008|Then have thou also her mutilated: 1008|Take thou away those nails, 'twill be in truth 1008|Wrung from a finger; and these fingers spare 1008|For this act, that with them 'scape not otherwise." 1008|as it fell, so did the others; whence I saw, 1008|Both in myself and Meadows, what there she display'd. 1008|Then when I knew her safe and had escape from peril, 1008|Wearied and gasping ======================================== SAMPLE 3050 ======================================== 22229|From me! It seems to me the only fair, 22229|The fairest and the brightest child 22229|With which life's rainbow spreads its wings. 22229|It is a youth of heaven, and I, 22229|O, I grew warm, and so was she, 22229|And ever through the gloaming years 22229|We dream'd together in our bowers; 22229|For she was fairer than a star! 22229|O weary while my limbs are quivering, 22229|And while my eyes are wide and dim! 22229|Yet here am I secure from harm-- 22229|Here is a refuge from the strife. 22229|The dark and dreary land is passing, 22229|The waves are tossing o'er the shore, 22229|And the night wind is low and sighing, 22229|And there is no one haunting near. 22229|But see! she is not lost--she has flown 22229|Across this lonely wave afar. 22229|Be sure, O maiden, that she is safe! 22229|For, lo! she flies to greet thee here. 22229|But look! her wings have left her pinion, 22229|And o'er the wave she flutters now, 22229|And, hovering, sighing, hovering, 22229|She seeks the land of the immortal, 22229|To the land of the happy and the bright. 22229|To the land where, all with radiant ray, 22229|Gleams every mountain's summit bright, 22229|Where winds and rains never touch the sod 22229|And neither growl nor grumble grow, 22229|Where never leaf or insect sprawl, 22229|Nor night-hawk frighten by the gloom; 22229|Where never cloud with lurid hue 22229|Dims the clear azure of the skies, 22229|And clouds no mortal can destroy 22229|With snows, and snows, and storm, and freeze, 22229|And heave, and roll, and curl, and roll, 22229|And waver, and ascend, and fall, 22229|And float, and swell, and sink, and rise, 22229|In the wide aurora, clear and bright: 22229|Where not a living thing appear, 22229|Nor sound of melody is heard, 22229|But I see thee in thy glittering vest, 22229|And thy snow-white robe, ador'd around. 22229|Where love and friendship oft have dwell'd, 22229|And life's latest dawns have been most blest 22229|With union's fragrant showers and light: 22229|The bond of mutual love and bliss 22229|Is near thee here, and life is sweet. 22229|Thy form is purer than of old, 22229|And thy fair life is more serene, 22229|While with deep hearts and tranquil eyes 22229|Thy kindred spirits stand to greet. 22229|And when our names we may not name, 22229|Nor who the heart with thee was tilting, 22229|Then, in an unknown land afar, 22229|A friend, thy sister--love shall glow. 22229|Where I have wander'd in the wild 22229|By mountain, by glen, and lonely glen, 22229|In dreams like these I've pictured thee, 22229|With snow-white robe of dusky blue, 22229|And golden locks, that stream away 22229|Upon thy neck that cling and cling, 22229|And thy lovely eyes, the dearest 22229|In all the world, like gems of pearl. 22229|But o'er the mountain path I scan 22229|The dim, uncertain land of dreams, 22229|And the long dewy pastures sweet, 22229|That spread in joy, and smile, and sing. 22229|The meadows, the lowlands gay-- 22229|All the flowers are sweet at dawn-- 22229|The wild rose flushes white, and red 22229|The lily lifts her cheek of snow; 22229|The wild bird carols on its way 22229|To greet the sun, and to repeat 22229|Its love songs over the mountain height. 22229|But, ah! my spirit flies away 22229|To the haunts and the scenes of joy 22229|O'er the ======================================== SAMPLE 3060 ======================================== 1287|I was in my first passion. 1287|"Wear, then, a garland, 1287|Hanging 'mid the vine's 1287|Bitter berries. 1287|"Let all the flowers be 1287|Roses, roses, 1287|Lilies, lilies, 1287|Bees, bees, bees!" 1287|From the bottom of the 1287|Vase I took a jar 1287|Of the freshest vermillion, 1287|And I hung it on the 1287|Wall of the garden 1287|To the sun that shines the 1287|Blossom 1287|Of the daisies of the 1287|Vallée. 1287|From the wall of vine-roof 1287|I could fling the violets 1287|Fresh from the vine, 1287|Like soft-kissed sisters 1287|Of my first passion! 1287|When I turned my fancy 1287|To the Violets, 1287|All the odours from her 1287|Lacked sweetness; 1287|Bitter was the feeling 1287|To behold the blooms, 1287|In that garden so bewitching. 1287|Fairest violets ever 1287|Ever blossoming, 1287|Bitter buds from out the 1287|Blossom of my love. 1287|Blossom from my heart's blossom 1287|Bitter, bitter, 1287|Groped on me and tugged 1287|With a deadly pressure. 1287|Warmly I smiled, and clung 1287|To the blooms, and cried: 1287|"Violets in one day 1287|Blew me to death,-- 1287|Bitter, by God's grace!" 1287|Then again I turned it, 1287|Tempt no more to flee, 1287|But with fond embrace 1287|Clung unto the flowers, 1287|And the violet blushed 1287|Sweetly at my piteous cry. 1287|I had gone 1287|Up the mountain 1287|And the river, 1287|Towards heaven's gate 1287|And beneath 1287|The sky, 1287|And the violet's blue 1287|Stole on me, 1287|Blooming in the sun. 1287|I was not happy, 1287|Though the day was fair,-- 1287|And a violet 1287|Gleaming up above me 1287|With its blossoms all 1287|Spangled with dew, 1287|With its beauty 1287|And its blushes too, 1287|With the sun-dried flowers,-- 1287|And a dew-soft lily 1287|Rapt in the breath 1287|Of the evening breeze-- 1287|I must have been tired, 1287|For the violet 1287|Faintly fluttered 1287|At my cheek, 1287|Flushed with purer red; 1287|It was much toil to me. 1287|Thrice I looked for it; 1287|Thrice I kissed it; 1287|Watched it sunward 1287|Till it swelled with 1287|Violets and flowers. 1287|Yes, the violets blow, 1287|Lying, hidden, 1287|On the water, 1287|And the water-weeds 1287|Tangle them; 1287|Violets are 1287|Blow in the meadows, 1287|Hiding in 1287|Nests of tall grass,-- 1287|Violets are 1287|Lying on the meadows, 1287|Violets they, 1287|Stained in mire with 1287|Poison and mud. 1287|Then I looked for it, 1287|And I kissed it; 1287|And I touched the red 1287|Violets 1287|With the plait of my sword, 1287|And the crimson 1287|Red-buds so fair 1287|All around,-- 1287|Oh, I could not find, 1287|But I kissed it; 1287|Bitter kisses; 1287|Violets, too, ======================================== SAMPLE 3070 ======================================== 22229|They are not the same to me, 22229|Sinking to thy lap, 22229|As all they were that night, 22229|When my young heart, like a ship 22229|Sailing upon her way, 22229|To the unknown was a-driving 22229|To the land of the blest. 22229|They are not the same, my darling, 22229|They are not the same, 22229|To me at this hour 22229|To thee the same-- 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|To thee that night, 22229|But that faint pulse, 22229|And my young heart's wild boding, 22229|That my young heart is blest, 22229|By the deep light 22229|And the dark night, 22229|When I sit at thy feet, 22229|And gaze in thine eyes, 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|But the beat of thy heart, 22229|And the close of thine lips, 22229|Of the music, and the chime 22229|Of thy voice so sweet, 22229|And the soft moan of thine arm 22229|O'er me falling fast asleep; 22229|There is no form to me, 22229|There is no sound I hear, 22229|But the sound of a falling tear 22229|Drooping its last, 22229|And the sweet sigh of a sigh, 22229|As I lie fast asleep. 22229|Sleep the little sleep that still is mine; 22229|Sleep the little sleep that all too soon 22229|Shall wake me--and my sweetheart, too,-- 22229|To the thought my aching breast shall know 22229|Of the dear, kind, kind old man, Sir John. 22229|"You are old, sweetheart," he said; 22229|"And your bones their grey are showing; 22229|And your cheek is very pale, 22229|And your hair is hoary grey, 22229|And the shine is all gone, 22229|Now a beggar child did you-- 22229|Then a beggar child did I. 22229|I am glad, dear, that you are old, 22229|But ah! I was glad, you say, 22229|When you were a beggar child, 22229|And my love was young and gay, 22229|And my hope was all new-born. 22229|For a beggar child's a sad excuse, 22229|And I could never bear 22229|To say to a beggar child-- 22229|I was glad he was young, 22229|And the hope was all new-breathed, 22229|And their lives were very lone, 22229|And they had nought to do-- 22229|But we were both to go 22229|Out into the country, 22229|Where I should have my home; 22229|I was glad, dear, we went 22229|There to see--but I fear 22229|He will be very sad, 22229|And it would be just my way 22229|To put the little lass 22229|Out of his head; 22229|I have never been so glad 22229|Of all my life, of all my kin, 22229|The little beggar child 22229|Whose eyes of sunshine 22229|And eyes of blushes 22229|Shone like a star, 22229|Shone like the stars in the sky of April-- 22229|And I saw her smile. 22229|She had a golden ring; 22229|And her lips were red and red, 22229|And so bright a smile, 22229|When it fell on mine in a perfect lay 22229|And my life and my soul reeled under the touch. 22229|Then the sun died out, 22229|And the moon hung up a mournful sheen 22229|And my heart would have been 22229|Withered in shame 22229|If I had died in his arms. 22229|In spite of a lingering pain, 22229|Which lay in my breast like a curse, 22229|I took a little delight 22229|In the thought of the bright ======================================== SAMPLE 3080 ======================================== 1287|'Midst the green fields and pastures, 1287|And its own fair trees. 1287|In one hand his axe, in the other, 1287|The axe-tree swung; 1287|The axe on the tree's root fell, 1287|And with sound like thunder 1287|Fell down the tree of Væstony, 1287|Where it smote the ground, 1287|And with its green leaves bound in his arms, 1287|And in its roots the youth lay. 1287|With his father's axe, 1287|But with axe of his own, 1287|Väinämöinen 1287|Tore the green axe 1287|From the tree of Væstony 1287|In the vale below him, 1287|And with force and beauty 1287|Tore its root in two! 1287|Then with strength and beauty 1287|Through the green earth he wended 1287|To the vineyard's side, 1287|And a vineyard there was seen. 1287|And near the vineyard's side 1287|Väinämöinen 1287|Roved about in comfort. 1287|And he saw within it 1287|A maiden fair, 1287|And on the vineyard's edge, 1287|At the vineyard's mouth, 1287|Laughed the maiden, 1287|And the maiden, 1287|With her hand on the vineyard's vine. 1287|Thereupon he hastened 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|To the maiden's bower 1287|With the maiden's hand. 1287|But his axe, with a crash, 1287|Down upon the vineyard fell, 1287|He was no more seen, 1287|Or the vineyard's mouth-- 1287|And his axe, 1287|Fell asunder 1287|From the vineyard's vine, 1287|Where he stood upon the ground! 1287|Väinämöinen now must journey 1287|To the village of Pohjola, 1287|And he left the axe and a bit, 1287|And his axe-chop, and a pair 1287|Of tongs, and a long tunic, 1287|With the knife and the scalpel, 1287|And the spear he left with the blade; 1287|And he left also his coat, 1287|And his coat of the coat of woof! 1287|Then from a neighbouring hedge a-moving 1287|In two steps three maidens forth he found, 1287|And they all, and each one a maiden, 1287|Were playing the harp together, 1287|And they played and sang in cadence 1287|As in sunshine of morning, 1287|And their silken tresses all flowed 1287|In a silver-lining fashion: 1287|For the maiden who played was Tino, 1287|And she played and sang in cadence, 1287|As in sunshine of morning. 1287|Väinämöinen, the magician, 1287|Then with care withdrew the tunic, 1287|And removed himself completely 1287|From the maids of beauty, 1287|And at once the maiden, the songstress, 1287|Laughing in spirit, to and fro 1287|Turned her hands about her shoulders 1287|Loosely over her shoulders, 1287|In a rainbow of silks fluttering. 1287|Then the maiden, the songstress, 1287|Turned her hands about her shoulders. 1287|At the sound of his footstool's creak, 1287|To her sisters she thus said: 1287|"O my sisters, my good women, 1287|Listen, and learn immediately! 1287|What a mess I've made! 1287|Mighty is my loss indeed, 1287|Never while the moon is bright. 1287|Now for some good women: 1287|Take a cup. 1287|Pour out wine in plenty, 1287|Let the maidens fill up too, 1287|This the first day of the week. 1287|Then the woman, the maiden, 1287|Poured forth wine in plenty, ======================================== SAMPLE 3090 ======================================== 18500|Myself, and my ain good wife, 18500|For my first love, Mary Ann, 18500|Is gane, wi' a', awa', awa'. 18500|Thy look it is sae kind and sae kind an' sae kind, 18500|To let me gae free o' my ain bairn; 18500|An' tho' I'm nae sae hale, I'll ne'er gang back again, 18500|But gang and gang--baith mad an' sic! 18500|And my luve wha has been wi' me sair to the bone, 18500|Nae doubt but, gin ye're sae gleg, ye'll gang wi' me; 18500|If nae's the word, wha'll gang wi' me, 18500|That'll gang wi' me. 18500|I see the bonnie banks o' Fife, 18500|An' a' the names I know, 18500|But never a' the faces I cam ever saw 18500|Shine like awa's the best. 18500|I see the mountains o' Scotland-- 18500|A', you cauld darlin', how they stare! 18500|An' a' the banks an' trees, an' a' the bonnie sky, 18500|But a' the fowbits on it sair. 18500|I see the hills o' Wales, 18500|A' creel'd wi' haws an' horns, 18500|I hear the gushing Argo's surge, 18500|As she steams frae the blast. 18500|I see the mountains o' Ireland, 18500|The hills o' moor an' fair, 18500|An' a' the names o' lang thy'd know, 18500|But never a' the faces I cam ever see 18500|Shine like a partridge's nest. 18500|I see the birk sae brimmy green, 18500|An' bonnie Blanche, her skirt an' knee 18500|In flower-garden plaies-- 18500|An' a' the daddies in their crews, 18500|Wad haud in gowden garters. 18500|I see the lee-lights o' France, 18500|The lee-lights o' ilka sea, 18500|Auld Kiar, wi' his rosy cheek, 18500|An' a' the lads that are auld. 18500|I see the hills o' Scotland, 18500|An' a' the names o' lang thy'd know, 18500|But never a' the faces I hae seen 18500|Wi' the leal I hae been. 18500|Come, turn your leaves and be brief; 18500|Let me my little knowledge have; 18500|Quick, draw your auld books a', sirs; 18500|We maun go ere the ashbecock f. 107a. 18500|_The Faire Folks_, etc. 18500|_The Faire Folks_, etc. 18500|The King o' a' the Hill, 18500|When winds and waters parted, 18500|The King o' a' the Hill, 18500|Alang the banks o' Fife, 18500|There grew a' trees in Fife, 18500|But the saplings o' Roses 18500|Are gane to the arms o' Tartessadow, 18500|For her fair form was lily white, 18500|For her look was beauty's ray, 18500|And she was sae sweet and tender, 18500|That a human heart could love. 18500|The lilies of the field, 18500|The daisies on the lea, 18500|And fairy daffodils, 18500|Are dying like the d ======================================== SAMPLE 3100 ======================================== 3295|Thine is the signet of the hand that sent thee, 3295|While still it was untombed! 3295|You, who may claim that blessing! 3295|I may claim that noblest life of his,-- 3295|My father's! 3295|A dream like this, though, must have some force? 3295|Thenceforth I know 3295|What all of our souls are,--what not of these! 3295|Ah, where the sound of it? 3295|There are two voices--one most clear, 3295|Most full of fervor,--that, in the blue, 3295|Sound not so sweet? 3295|One of the voices tells of thee, 3295|Who, in the dawning and the shade 3295|Of this calm year, am a child again, 3295|That I-- 3295|Myself! My soul of thee, who loved me then, 3295|I, who have lived, and loved, and loved again. 3295|It may be that it is indeed thy voice-- 3295|A vision of a child--that I have heard 3295|When thou and thou alone art so pure and true. 3295|Thou dost not understand me now, 3295|Though, in my soul, I know thou must-- 3295|I know I cannot be thy child, 3295|I cannot even love thee with that love 3295|Which still is in thy spirit for mine own. 3295|Ah, if we were with our fathers, 3295|If we were with our children, 3295|And with aught that is dear and dear 3295|Of all things dear to man, 3295|I think we would understand each 3295|As one that hath loved us, as we brothers should, 3295|And say, "No need of this aching heart 3295|This night to mourn!" 3295|But though we were with our fathers, 3295|Though we were with our children, 3295|I know that we must never do 3295|So much as dream of thee. 3295|Though we were with our fathers, 3295|I see the white, sad face of them,-- 3295|That face is not as all men's is; 3295|I feel the bitter years creep down, 3295|And I regret them not. 3295|I know that their feet must not go forth 3295|On our earth-so cool earth-floor, 3295|And their spirits would not be with us, 3295|And I hear their voices quail 3295|And tremble and expire! 3295|But though we were with our fathers, 3295|Though we were with our children, 3295|I know how all would speak to us, 3295|As we trod the warm earth-road, 3295|And how we would have such delight 3295|In the voices of her children, and in hers, 3295|That God would hear them all. 3295|I know, by God's forgiveness, 3295|We would not lose her, for she sings 3295|Against every world-wind, like a nightingale; 3295|We would not turn from her, as we leave this scene 3295|Of her sweet songs, in any day. 3295|This is the song of God to you; 3295|The stars are singing it to you, 3295|All the bright and dimmer eyes 3295|From out the darkness of the night, 3295|Are crying, "Thou art not there, 3295|Thou hast no hand to save." 3295|"Sonnet on page 6, line 1, from 'The Evening Journal' of 3295|WILLIAM HALPIN, in his printed manuscript:-- 3295|"The sun arose before midnight, I had slept at four in the 3295|night time." 3295|The Sun was a radiant, silver-crested star, 3295|So fixed and soft, he seemed a diamond's gem, 3295|With golden veins of shining light that poured 3295|Upon the night; 3295|His soft and silvery beams were mingled there, 3295|Till, mixed and blended in his own ambrosial ray, 3295|They seemed to kiss the stars. 3295|"The sun in his golden beams, still lingering here, 3295| ======================================== SAMPLE 3110 ======================================== 17393|No doubt. I see too that, with its infinite wisdom, 17393|And with its power to feel, the same, as all 17393|The rest were equal, this is to my mind the world. 17393|He is dead, whose life the world should have been 17393|Unfaulty, just beyond the reach of blame 17393|For its misdeeds, if any faults there be-- 17393|The common error in our world is still, 17393|That each man dares to be for the most part wrong-- 17393|And, at the thought of such, himself must be 17393|The accuser, and his actions the accused. 17393|But he must be for ever silent too, 17393|He must be ever faithful to his word-- 17393|But he is dead, and I--what then?--it may be 17393|He shall live, and I--what then? For, if he 17393|Be ever thus by word or otherwise used, 17393|The thing done is dead--thus the old saying goes, 17393|Or else, the doing 's dead too, if the end 17393|Be ever such--thus the old saying says: Faith 17393|Is not of us, but God--not of us, but life-- 17393|Where then is my life? and, if it be thus found, 17393|The grave then must be life's! All that I have done-- 17393|All that in life is left me--must I still 17393|Deceive the world? and, for the world's belief 17393|I will deny itself in order to deny 17393|The world's belief, with a self for the world's lie; 17393|So I'll strive to live, and live upon--and, yet, 17393|I'll not live, nor will endure the weight and pain 17393|Of self-accusing, myself must be the sinner, 17393|And I myself the hypocrite of all time. 17393|And yet if it be thus--but, if I live 17393|To that time when shall come unto me all 17393|The men who were before me, if I pass 17393|Beyond the threshold of all time the span 17393|Of that great circle, and beyond the sun 17393|In his own splendour, and the deep-toned stars 17393|Which are a heaven, then, perhaps, what then? what then? 17393|Some day will come when you'll see that I'm not 17393|He who lived, and am, and can live no more. 17393|'Tis well, for men whose love the world shall close 17393|With life, and thus lie down to rest once more, 17393|To make the self-accusation their last, 17393|And, being dead, to render up the life 17393|We led so happily, when youth and health 17393|Were all we had, and God appeared thus small, 17393|To tempt us to the life _we weren't ready_? 17393|Nay, rather let me do, and in my last 17393|Ascension, lay me down and I'll be one 17393|Of the proud few who, when they live to age, 17393|Look back on youth with no disdain, and then 17393|Sigh over the long and pleasant way, 17393|And say, as one who would have lived, they died. 17393|I go! I go! 17393|Oh, bitter, bitter grief! for you I leave 17393|With those I loved that I may not know. 17393|All will be changed, bequeathed, or new-cast, 17393|All faded, torn, or cast away altogether. 17393|You were the one--the only one!--my life, 17393|The pride of all the earth. Yet, see the change! 17393|One smile of your now--one kiss of your now-- 17393|It were a vain thing, that my years go by 17393|Unheeding all these years of pain and ill! 17393|And yet, when all my hopes were petrified, 17393|I had no other hope but that renew'd. 17393|And now I am cast forth, cast out of sight 17393|To live for ever in a world unknown! 17393|Oh, bitter, bitter grief! 17393|To go ======================================== SAMPLE 3120 ======================================== 1728|and with the light of the threefold fire he burned therein as the 1728|flaming fire burns in the great furnace that bears Zeus, who is 1728|the father of the gods. The flame of the god consumed her. 1728|Then they gave her her body to the bees, and she lived there 1728|whereof she was the perfect work. But the daughter of Alcinous 1728|lived in the house of Poseidon, lord of the storm, and 1728|was barefooted, for she knew naught of man's house, and had 1728|nothing to do, when she had given birth to her child, and she 1728|went forth to the sea. But when Alcinous had grown old, his 1728|hearts were troubled, and he mourned for her, and sat upon the 1728|brazen-road to the island, the mother of the gods. But when 1728|he had mourned and petitioned with his heart, and prayed the 1728|goddess to destroy the wooers in Hades, for his son was to be 1728|his son's widow? So the daughter of Alcinous told him all her 1728|dreams. But Zeus would not listen to his prayer. 1728|Now Poseidon with bitter sorrow was on the wide sea, and 1728|gathered a great heap of sea-sand, and laid in it there a 1728|large stone. He bound a wreath of it about his son's tomb. 1728|And therewithal he wrought two great wedges of a great one 1728|and two small wedges, and bound them fast upon the wedges, 1728|so that the body of his dear son must not be taken by the 1728|sea shore. And he hung them over the body of his son's 1728|husband, and bound upon the back of each a great wreath of 1728|wine, even for the sake of Athene, the daughter of Zeus, 1728|for the sorrow that he had on his son. So he wrought with 1728|spells and enchantments. 1728|Therewith Zeus spake to Odysseus, son of Laertes, and said: 1728|'Son of Laertes, slayer of Argos, thou hast done as I 1728|spent my wits and my life ere I have a mind to tell thee 1728|all this. But come, make ready, and go to thy house, nor be 1728|besought by any of the strangers, but tell them thy dreams 1728|and thy sad tales of my son, how he hath gone to the ships of 1728|Menelaus, and of Agamemnon, his mighty chieftain; and he 1728|came with a great company, and many a ship and many a crew, 1728|and was come to the river of Placos, and was sitting in great 1728|power upon the shore at the foot of the hill that is called 1728|Gules. There he slayneth many an ill foot-soldier, and a 1728|ruddy flag therewith was flying, and his galleys were full; 1728|and yet did he not come as some men would have a man come 1728|to the death of him, that he might be slain at the point of the 1728|fang. But as for the rest, they thought that he was 1728|there by the fair grove of his father Tiryns, who is well 1728|assured of them that come for tidings; for all his 1728|girdle and armour was not yet gone from off his shoulders. 1728|Nay, for as long as his strength shall not hold him he shall 1728|be a guest of the wooers.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered saying: 'Alas, my 1728|friend, and may no proud word of thine stand before the 1728|honoured doors of Odysseus, for methinks he is no whit 1728|better off than we are. For I will set in array, if I may; 1728|but if he come to his own country, what shall we do? Verily 1728|he may come to the land of the Achaeans, for we two, 1728|myself and Telemachus, may go with him.' 1728|Therewith he sat him down at the foot of the hill, and 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 3130 ======================================== 1304|The moon has a new look, 1304|Her face is like the silver dawn; 1304|Her eyes have a mysterious light, 1304|That waves and swirls in the moonlight bright 1304|Of that day's first maidenhood. 1304|From the dawn till the noon 1304|She never shall go by; 1304|For the people of the town 1304|Will have their own way. 1304|At the noon of the day 1304|She shall come in a dusky dress 1304|To attend to holy things, 1304|And pray with the priests, and sing 1304|The oaten reed in the orchard-close. 1304|She shall have the priest's crown, 1304|And every thing shall be holy 1304|Till she shall stand alone, 1304|A virgin for herself: 1304|And so she shall go by, 1304|As slow, as slow the sun goes down the day, 1304|As she stands by with her crown of light. 1304|I HEARD a little Bird sing, 1304|Singing, singing, 1304|All in the blushing spring-time, 1304|When each flower was new, 1304|Each lilac stalk, 1304|Each tiny tree 1304|Was new-fashioned, 1304|Shaping, arranging, 1304|In the charmed air, 1304|Tumultuous and voluble, 1304|Singing, singing, 1304|All in the blushing spring-time. 1304|I HEARD a little Worm say, 1304|Once, in a wiser fashion, 1304|Sing, singing, 1304|In the dark places, 1304|In the places 1304|Where the shadows fleet. 1304|How the timid shadows fled! 1304|I saw in dream one look, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face; 1304|I drew a lily for her hand, 1304|Came a lily-flower, 1304|But the little face turned away, 1304|And the flower would not look in my face. 1304|In the dawn we met, as friends, 1304|By the river-bank; 1304|A wild-rose in her hair, 1304|And her eyes were wild, 1304|Little lily-face 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face, 1304|Little lily-face. 1304|It was all for you, I said; 1304|And the wild-rose heard, 1304|That the lily-face heard, and left us, 1304|And turned her eyes away. 1304|Wasn't that a shame, the flower-face? 1304|She was very wise, 1304|And loved a foolish thought, 1304|That a flower would turn away 1304|A man who held it dear. 1304|So the lily we planted 1304|Was as fair a face, 1304|And the dark-eyed lover 1304|Grew to be her knight. 1304|He would rock to the lady, 1304|And she rocked to the lily, 1304|And they lived like fair Christians 1304|Till their day of doom. 1304|But I never could have thought 1304|Such folly would befall; 1304|I never knew a foolish lover, 1304|That would look to the lily of May. 1304|And in the morning 1304|I woke with tears in my eyes, 1304|And my bosom swelled with the thought 1304|That I never again might see 1304|The face of the pretty lily-face. 1304|A little while there was in my sleeping, 1304|When I was afraid to speak, 1304|For fear was half my reason, 1304|And I could not be silent; 1304|But now I'm bold and free 1304|And laugh and sing, 1304|As I came through the wood; 1304|And when I come home at night, 1304|I wake before ======================================== SAMPLE 3140 ======================================== 18238|That will not stay, 18238|And let the storm go off, 18238|And light up the skies 18238|With silver and with green. 18238|With an old-world beauty 18238|We bring all our songs and dances, 18238|And old-time joy in every dance; 18238|While we talk of time gone by, 18238|Time gone but little by; 18238|Old comrades come with me 18238|When I lie at ease by the fire. 18238|O the old-world beauty! 18238|O this beauty we bring 18238|By the grace of all great spirits, 18238|And by the grace of the gods. 18238|We are old friends here! 18238|The spirit of Song, the spirit of Dance, 18238|The Spirit of Earth and of Air, 18238|The Spirit of Flight, and the Spirit of Fire, 18238|We bring, we bring all of these, 18238|Bring all of these to you, 18238|All of these we bring to you 18238|All light and laughter and songs, 18238|All joy that is and songsters' glee; 18238|Of the wind's wild laughter 18238|And the voice's great melody, 18238|Of the song-faun's callings, 18238|Of the winged feet swinging, 18238|And the merry mouth-breath; 18238|Of the golden firelight 18238|That is everywhere; 18238|And of the child and babe's voice, 18238|And the love that is ever there; 18238|Of the firefly's call and its cry, 18238|Of the long black shadow, 18238|Of the long white flower's scent, 18238|Of the bird's moan and its parting, 18238|All, all we bring to you, 18238|All of these we bring to you, 18238|As the air is full of song and of light, 18238|All that is born is born! 18238|All our songs are but a hint, 18238|Each bird and bear must learn its lore, 18238|Each child its part in Death's rhyme; 18238|All that is born is born! 18238|To the music's song of the Spring time 18238|We turn, that the heart's heart may be 18238|Enraptured as by some fairy spell 18238|That turns the old familiar into youth; 18238|And the soul's soul is with us, 18238|The soul's soul is with us, 18238|All the leaves that grow in the forest 18238|Be the singing soul of it! 18238|And all the song of the Autumn season, 18238|The joy it brings and the gladness of earth, 18238|And all the joy of the Summer that glows, 18238|The song of the soul that's with us, 18238|The singing soul of it! 18238|We bring them to you, 18238|In many riddles 18238|Afar to be found, 18238|In many lands of mist and of dark, 18238|In many fields of dower, 18238|All day, all night, 18238|With voices and with voices and with voices, 18238|In many places, 18238|And all over the sky. 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The voices and the voices and the voices. 18238|If we could comprehend 18238|The whole mass of them 18238|We'd know our own soul. 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The songs and the songs, and the songs, 18238|The songs and the songs; 18238|The songs that of old 18238|Were sung by the young; 18238|The songs that of old 18238|In the sun and in the air, 18238|The songs that the soul hears 18238|As it rests 18238|On the lips that have kissed them and the soul hears; 18238|We bring them to you-- 18238|The songs that of old 18238|Were breathed by the dead; 18238|The songs of the soul's desires, 18238|And the songs that of old 18238|Bore promise and answer and answer; 18238|The soul's song, the songs' song. 18238|We bring them ======================================== SAMPLE 3150 ======================================== 7409|When I see thee stand, so clear and grave, 7409|While o'er thy head the sunbeams play, 7409|And ev'ry cloud is cover'd o'er 7409|With bright streamers of the morning, 7409|My heart, that was all other things, 7409|Is pleased to share in thy mirth. 7409|I would not choose my portion now 7409|Of half the joys Paradise can give 7409|Of an eternal life and chaste, 7409|For thou would'st live to make more room 7409|And give my weary spirits room. 7409|O then, thy beauty and thy charms 7409|Are equal to the task of man, 7409|And my weak hopes and fears are all 7409|Pressed into thy justly thine. 7409|Thy face, in heav'n, is fair and sweet, 7409|Yet all too heav'nly for my mind, 7409|And yet with all its bliss is vile 7409|And ill-content when thou'rt by. 7409|Thy heart so free from graces sour 7409|From happy glances never fails; 7409|Yet to its sweetest inward part, 7409|How little art thou, Love! in that! 7409|A little book-loiter now and then, 7409|Or in some shady nook to read and weep, 7409|Would be that book; which book the world might read 7409|If sentinelless, and the same sweet frown 7409|Unpun'ful, gloomy, and stern, forbode 7409|The reader's days; so he should fear to grow 7409|Too fair, too kind, too delicate-sweet, 7409|That none but angels might enjoy his thoughts. 7409|Ah! the world's false, sordid, petty pride 7409|Speaks louder still its falsehoods on mine eyes, 7409|And makes the truthless, false, sweet, and lovely, 7409|Conform to the false, the false to conform. 7409|But lo! the joys that are most fair to-day 7409|Have loosed their bonds, and the world's proud crown 7409|Wears down the soul with worldly honors sweet; 7409|Then may'st thou be proud to call such to blush, 7409|And know thou hast a soul for crowning thee. 7409|In this rude, unadorn'd, ignorant age, 7409|Where beauty and high feeling are unknown, 7409|When the sweet sense of art in darkness dwells, 7409|And high sense of worth and purity unknown, 7409|Let a poor wretch, yet poor beneath the sun, 7409|Be proud of all the blessings Nature yields, 7409|And not be afraid of those, more dear than all. 7409|Let a poor wretch, yet poor beneath the sun, be proud 7409|Of the blest, bright year, of which the rich are poor. 7409|Not with a rich and mighty mind content, 7409|Nor in a happy state, 7409|But in some lonely, desolate wild, 7409|Where no kind friends are found, 7409|And no kind rites are offered, and no fire 7409|Can light your narrow cell; 7409|That is the poor wretch's only refuge, he 7409|Cannot command, he cannot rise above 7409|In this our wintry exile, but on chains 7409|A prey to many sins, 7409|His only hope the black sin of his own, 7409|Or failing, doomed to lose, 7409|The end of his miserable life to come, 7409|His only bliss his wretched lot to take 7409|In the dark net of human-kind enthrall'd; 7409|And to possess or own, no less than poor 7409|Is his sole hope, 7409|When Heaven's rich year has even'd the wretched man. 7409|To this thy poor, this wretched, wretched man, 7409|This wretched, blackest inmate of the soul, 7409|This creature born to curse its maker, sin, 7409|And be besought to grant it, all in vain! 7409|The Gods in Heaven cannot spare thee or bless 7409|In thee thy solitary lot and state; 7409|But all in bitterness and wrath appear 7409 ======================================== SAMPLE 3160 ======================================== 26388|When you're happy in the world. 26388|I'm in the mood for having my finger in, 26388|And my heart in full swing; 26388|For I hope that what comes after the bell 26388|I shall have enough to drink. 26388|I'm in the mood for eating, drinking, smoking, 26388|And loving what we are; 26388|For I know that I need not toil, 26388|To have enough to eat and drink. 26388|This is the time when birds are on the wing, 26388|And we look across the garden-wall. 26388|We sit by the fire, and make out, know not why, 26388|Of things in the Universe below; 26388|Until that spark of thought in me arise, 26388|And say, though words are far away, 26388|Be out and joyous in my fate; 26388|And I hope to be in thy fate when old, 26388|Thy fate while the sun shines on thee. 26388|My wife, the little wife, comes in before, 26388|And sits at her wit's end end; 26388|When she has eaten and drunk and swam, 26388|She is as sound as a feather. 26388|If I have been good I've kept her awake, 26388|Have let her keep her door; 26388|Or I have been bad, in that she slept, 26388|And has never beheld the day. 26388|I sit in my chair, and I say the word, 26388|And she lies fast asleep; 26388|I tell her that sometimes I've little time, 26388|The mere thought of which vexes me. 26388|We walk, I go, and I tell her it's gone, 26388|She no more can hear--no more can know; 26388|And so long, little wife, I say. 26388|Now this is the time that I do declare 26388|That my hand in it is laid; 26388|And so long, little wife, I know it's true, 26388|And to make it good I'll try. 26388|I'll make him merry, and I'll make him glad, 26388|And I'll make him love, and so 26388|I'll make him hear the song, and I'll make him hear, 26388|That's the way of the wise and the witty. 26388|If he should die and I should leave the little lad, 26388|And should hear him say, "Thou shalt have nae mair," 26388|And his eyes grow dim, and his mouth grow red, 26388|I'm sure he'd grieve till he came to die. 26388|If I should die, and I should leave the little lad 26388|And should hear him say, "Ah," and look at me, 26388|And he'd whistle and whistle and whistle and shout, 26388|I'd love him till I was dead. 26388|"Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't cry; 26388|And I'll kiss my babe, and I'll never let 'ee go." 26388|Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't cry; 26388|And I'll kiss my lil wee babe, and I 'll never let 'ee go. 26388|"Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|Away, away, awa, I canna say no; 26388|I winna leave you, 'cause as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go!" 26388|Awa, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|Away, away, awa, I canna say no, 26388|And I winna leave you, 'cause as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go. 26388|"Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't weep, 26388|And I winna leave you, 'cause you cannot stand daisies but you shall keep 26388|them if you could, Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go." 26388|Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; 26388|And I winna leave you, but as I canna leave you, I'll never let you go." 26388|Owa na, awa, awa, Willie, don't go; ======================================== SAMPLE 3170 ======================================== 18238|That we must never leave you. 18238|"I love you--and you love me--and can't tell why." 18238|I heard the night wind sigh and say, 18238|It was the same in every clod: 18238|The soul of man was cold and dead 18238|That whispered, "I love thee!" 18238|We found this very truth 18238|In all the endless stars 18238|And moon, and sun, and sea. 18238|If all your life's a dream, 18238|And never comes the day, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your hope is despair, 18238|And dreams are all false dreams, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your love is false love, 18238|And nothing real seems, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|With some old heart, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If all your life are vain dreams 18238|That fade and pass away, 18238|Love only comes 18238|Thing in the night, 18238|I hear the night wind sigh, 18238|I know a God-sent word. 18238|If thou hadst one moment's delight 18238|When thou didst the whole day keep, 18238|This little soul, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|If thou didst part, at thy return 18238|Thou wert a little ghost, 18238|A soul that lies out of reach, 18238|Aye, a soul that lies down. 18238|If thou hadst touched his lips as they 18238|The heart is to his soul, 18238|This ghost had come for ever here 18238|And we had cried all day. 18238|And wouldst thou live when he was dead 18238|And all our tears were vain? 18238|This ghost must wait till we come in 18238|That lay out of breath and bare,-- 18238|This lonely heart-in-hearth, 18238|Aye, one that lies down. 18238|Love's Day 18238|'_Love's not the only art that never is tired._' 18362|All the birds that sing 18362|Boon and bonnie bairn, 18362|Sarpedine has been long in the west 18362|The lark has been here . . . 18362|Sarpedine's aye a lark, and he's a bonnie bird, 18362|Sarpedine's been here . . . 18362|Bonnie wee thing's got a lovely crest, 18362|Sarpedine's been here, 18362|He's been a bonnie bird in the wild west 18362|All his life as I've seen him grow . . . 18362|Sarpedine's a bonnie bird, and he's a sweet wee thing, 18362|Sarpedine's been here . . . 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west 18362|He's been a bonnie bird 18362|All his life as I've seen him grow . . . 18362|But, if a man's not got a lark, and a bonnie crest, 18362|Sarpedine's a wee thing; 18362|Bonnie wee thing is bonnie, and sarpedine's been here 18362|All his life as I've read, 18362|And yet, if a man's not got a crest and a lark, and a bonnie crest, 18362|Sarpedine's a chap, and he's a bonnie bird, 18362|Sarpedine's been here. 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west, 18362|Sarpedine's been long, 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west 18362|So a' the day is nicht, 18362|Sarpedine's been long in the west, 18362|Sarpedine's been long, 18362|That the w ======================================== SAMPLE 3180 ======================================== 7394|The great sun, the great sky, the great sun; 7394|With every star on every hill; 7394|The stars they call one voice, and call; 7394|The hills are mad with one, and one; 7394|The fields are mad with one, and one;-- 7394|And there, in that rich land's embrace, 7394|Where all is life and all is love, 7394|The sun shall set on earth when night 7394|Has reached its midnight hour. 7394|The sea shall melt. The winds sing thee! 7394|The sea shall set thee in foam! 7394|The sky shall sink, and hills grow old 7394|When all thy days are done. 7394|And then to die ere the day expire, 7394|That's the golden way of death; 7394|With thy long light upon the sea 7394|And the stars in the clear sky, 7394|And me when night is over all 7394|With the sun all day long. 7394|What tho' the sun has not attained 7394|Him last celestial zone, 7394|Though the waves with restless laughter break 7394|And the world be still at rest; 7394|Yet the starry heavens look down 7394|From thy dim world of hope and love 7394|On the happy child of light, 7394|And all man in his sorrow sleeps, 7394|When the sun will set ere night be done, 7394|With his bright sun set at night. 7394|A little boy, I heard him say, 7394|When the evening cometh, "Brother, pray 7394|Not thy feet to that path go near, 7394|But thy long black hair that falls to-day 7394|To cover us all!" So I prayed. 7394|And he answered him, with a smile, 7394|"Not my feet to-day, but thou, mayst stay. 7394|That man that walks too lightly doth tread, 7394|And I'm weary of my weary feet." 7394|When the morning dawned, and we spied 7394|A great darkness over all, 7394|Then our lad exclaimed, in a fret, "Yea, 7394|My hair is gray! Is that God? Are they 7394|The angels that appear, and go 7394|With a bright and golden sound, 7394|And light them round our wandering feet, 7394|Whilst we still, oh heart! still lie 7394|Under the darkness of the grave 7394|All dark, all hid from sight and touch! 7394|Or art thou some maiden, or a dream 7394|That doth the light of heaven illume? 7394|Thou shalt see thy lover. For his feet 7394|Shall walk not o'er the leaves of the sun. 7394|A child of time; a friend of the great, 7394|A friend of life! Yet what hast thou done?" 7394|At last, in those great hallowed hours, 7394|Did the long silence make a right 7394|Confortible and sweet, 7394|Lest the sweet, solemn things were whispered. 7394|The heart of the man was his own throne, 7394|His own self, all the world for him; 7394|He looked up, heard, beholding--saw, 7394|And his eyes were closed in a dark, 7394|Deeper than any trance, 7394|Deeper than sleep, which we all sleep through 7394|When we dream of God and God's way. 7394|The man of his country was not more 7394|Than a soldier in the battle line, 7394|Crying, till all the hills and dales 7394|Resounded, "Him she loves." 7394|Was ever such a soldier made, 7394|With such a manly trust and love, save 7394|This, who, by the tree-side alone, 7394|Pores on the man of his country? 7394|To the man of his own native land-- 7394|Was it not so to him that died, 7394|From the battle's onset forth, 7394|"Take this for rest from a world's alarms, 7394|The thought of my dear, my brave man, 7394|The ======================================== SAMPLE 3190 ======================================== 615|When all her heart was stilled, and she herself 615|Henceforth was a thing solitary. 615|She now will never see the same sight 615|Upon the same, nor other sojourn; 615|And, all alone, will oftentimes return 615|To that isle or desert, where she went, 615|That was by her (in that she loved it well) 615|Until she find the way again. 615|"She, in her heart, would make the sea return, 615|And make her go that way, but that she deems 615|It not so easy; and on this account 615|She walks not there; because she doth presume 615|To change her course, and leave that beauteous isle; 615|And because she deems a voyage ill performed 615|No less than foolishness would be deceived, 615|And it appear more pleasant, from no farther shore. 615|"She thus the island seeks with no report 615|Of what remains upon the other side, 615|Until that I, who once were at anchor there, 615|Shall learn if any yet return that way: 615|But what I know, I will relate to thee: 615|Hermes had come with such an account urged, 615|That, if I in my wisdom had foregone 615|My visit, of that king no further said, 615|And, for an escort, took so little care 615|To pay the price he demanded for one, 615|The more because the enchanted place remained 615|Unchanged, and his departed patron said. 615|"To me, at least, and if it seem good to thee, 615|I will not change the tale I am inclined; 615|But will the messenger my answer make; 615|And thou shalt hear what I shall advise to thee." 615|Arrived in Herve, in a small enclosure 615|Of this and that of that magician kept; 615|Of whom the name of Hermes I have heard, 615|I see the name of that, by no means new. 615|The lady and the young magician had 615|Tended with the night beneath a stone, 615|Wherein a damsel had a crystal glass, 615|Called it a little glass, a crystal gem, 615|That on the day when she was born was made; 615|That, if the glass should break, or any fly, 615|Or other evil thing befall them there, 615|This crystal glass would suffice them for to view, 615|Which might the evil spirits leave behind. 615|And as she would her lover would display, 615|The glass in which the woman's glass had broken, 615|The little glass had broken; which to restore, 615|Was put her in another glassed, and made 615|Another crystal; the day she so would see 615|The glass in which this crystal had been shattered. 615|To see the broken glass, whom it had sold, 615|Was to her wish, but not to watch her hand; 615|And then she sought to be the watchman there. 615|"Good store," the prudent lady thus begun, 615|Who, having broken that glass of hers, had caused 615|The accident, "in the glass's world, where she 615|I think may be, to see in the green glade." 615|Here, for the knight had promised, he espied 615|A fair, bright form, and of the earth descended. 615|And she of whom I speak would be as light 615|As that fair form from day to day had been, 615|If by the earth herself the demon made 615|That beauteous form: but if the demon might, 615|And so destroy it on earth, as well, 615|She from thence would not be seen by the six. 615|That was the fear, that little matter could 615|Befit the fear, and such a phantom show, 615|That the brave cavalier's lady's lover, 615|Pierced in the heart and carried away. 615|With him was he, as well might be believed, 615|Seized by the evil spirit in his heart, 615|That had so long pursued the cavalier, 615|From him was born an ill he would not shun, 615|That, though he had his cavalier's dear light, 615|He would the other's life have for his own. 615|This evil spirit made to death and birth 615|Sickness, and ======================================== SAMPLE 3200 ======================================== 29345|All but the sky, 29345|And as he talked the sun he seemed to see 29345|Blazing through the dark 29345|And then he paused and laughed to hear her name. 29345|"I'm a good deal more afraid of the moon 29345|Than of the sky," he said 29345|And laughed again, but his face was sad and sad 29345|As he turned with his long shadow in his hand 29345|At the end of the trail. 29345|The moon was very old 29345|The stars were so great. 29345|The trail passed, and at last 29345|He caught a glimpse of the sky 29345|That made the sky above him dim. 29345|"It's a good deal the same 29345|"It never can be," he said, 29345|As he climbed the hollow and talked. 29345|"And when I'm asleep I think 29345|"Most anyhow 29345|That when the day is through 29345|"Night is the good and the good and the good 29345|"And the great and the small." 29345|Then he was weary but kept 29345|The trail. 29345|And when day-break came, 29345|He looked back at it 29345|And said, "This may be the right 29345|"Place for a man to grow old." 29345|At that the moon 29345|Laughed loud and blew out her light 29345|And the stars were glad. 29345|Then he went up into the sky 29345|And he cried out his joy, 29345|"All this I used to know 29345|"Before I'm twenty-one." 29345|He talked of the old old days 29345|Of the world that used to be, 29345|The beautiful old world of words, 29345|Lit by a burning sun 29345|And stars so big and red. 29345|And as he talked the stars were kind, 29345|And said, "You'll grow old to know 29345|"The old old world is good." 29345|He sighed and he said, 29345|"When I grow old I'll say 29345|"Some words of its renown 29345|"And the new, good old world." 29345|He laughed but his face was sad, 29345|Said, "I was here to-day 29345|"In the days that I was young 29345|"And I will not grow old." 29345|Then he went to the hill-side that was 29345|Where the trail to the trail was made. 29345|He said, "This is where I must stay-- 29345|"There I shall hear again 29345|"And laugh at the old world, 29345|The old old world of words. 29345|"For when the voice I heard 29345|"Was so near that I could feel 29345|"The song that I was trying to sing, 29345|It sounded so far out there 29345|In a forest at my back 29345|And I must wait and wait." 29345|But he went up the hill-side to the light 29345|That was in the tree-tree's glimmer, 29345|And he looked down. 29345|The earth seemed so much away, 29345|And the wind so angry. 29345|The trail was long so far out there 29345|And he had come to death, 29345|But he must not be too late, for he reached 29345|The place where the tree-flowers grew. 29345|Down the pathway, like the light 29345|Of the moon through the trees, 29345|He saw a woman and she said, 29345|"I wish that you were here." 29345|The moon was not above her head, 29345|But all the trees near by 29345|Welded to it, and all the air 29345|Was silent and still and high 29345|Till she said quietly, "Weep no more, 29345|Sealed with a kiss. 29345|If there be other women here 29345|Who are as fair as you, 29345|Weep no more, O dear! I wish that you were here!" 29345|"Nay, pray you not, 29345|The trees are so dark, 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 3210 ======================================== 1165|Wilt thou forgive and forget? 1165|Wilt thou have no fear of me, 1165|Till thou know my face for ever? 1165|No more may Love forget: 1165|Wilt thou forgive me? Yes, 1165|Till I forget -- and then 1165|I'll love thee for the rest. 1165|If the leaves in May be green, 1165|And the birds sing for their evening meal; 1165|If I sing with her, and she for me, 1165|We'll walk in May each Springtide morning 1165|Through the gardens of the wood; 1165|We'll toss a merry song. 1165|If the trees in May be red, 1165|And the waters of the river are red; 1165|If we sing for our love at eventide, 1165|Sing in the shade by the sea; 1165|We'll talk of old days dead and true, 1165|And laugh at times his red beard. 1165|If the trees in May be white, 1165|And the skies above are blue; 1165|If we'd rather live on a summer's day 1165|Than a summer's year should go; 1165|If to care about old things is a sin, 1165|And sorrow is a mortal thing; 1165|We'll dance in May through a blizzard's gloom, 1165|Till the wood sings 'neath the sun, 1165|And the grasses tell that the May is long -- 1165|And we will remember. 1165|If there's honey in a flower, 1165|There's life in the sweet blue sun, 1165|And I would I were with her that's gone, 1165|The young love of my youth, 1165|The song that I sing to-night 1165|With a heart that she knows by heart! 1165|Sing me a lay or a ditty, 1165|Let it speak for me alone; 1165|Or sing to me a sad refrain, 1165|To keep me to my self; 1165|If I were with her that's gone, 1165|The young love of my youth, 1165|Say softly, is there any thing 1165|Hath kept your heart so long away 1165|From being wroth with you to be, 1165|Or any thing to love her? 1165|For the wind is in your hair, and the roses all in your face, 1165|And the stars are shining on you as though they would speak to her, 1165|But they are a-weeping for you, and you are a-wondering of me. 1165|Sick, sick I am, for the days and the laughter are all on the 1165|Far off and dim are the days I shall meet my bride, 1165|Weary are the eyes and the hair I shall hold; 1165|But for you, sad heart, who came all so hot and gay 1165|With the love that came in your mouth to the lips I could not hold, 1165|I'd kiss you from the lips that I would not hold. 1165|And we'll call her the name she will take on the morrow, 1165|My fair little wife; but you'll never come home again; 1165|Never, never come again, for the days are a-tingle and sick, 1165|When I think of my young bride, 1165|With her eyes forlorn 1165|And her hair as wan 1165|As any wilted tree. 1165|But, as my dreams go by, 1165|And the little dreams are gone, 1165|To the night of dreams, 1165|As the little dreams go by. 1165|To the night of all my hours 1165|We have danced in the air, 1165|And with a dream of song 1165|We had talked of the ways 1165|That she loved me. 1165|The night was like a house 1165|With candles all aflame, 1165|And we drank and kissed; 1165|And then I fell at her feet, 1165|And lay and dreamed. 1165|Her hair was like a curl, -- 1165|And her eyes were dim; 1165|And she lay against my breast, 1165|And whispered and kissed my neck, 1165 ======================================== SAMPLE 3220 ======================================== 12242|The world would see his face. 12242|I think that when we part, 12242|The spring of life is flying, 12242|For it comes full of blossoms, 12242|And love and blossoms! 12242|The years may bring 12242|The gray of years, 12242|The cares of cares, 12242|And heavy years 12242|That mak men sad. 12242|But he 12242|Whose love, though long, 12242|Like fire of summer, 12242|Burns brighter day by day, 12242|Will ne'er grow cold; 12242|We need no more 12242|The word 12242|That life is lived. 12242|We found her father's sword 12242|As we were breaking, 12242|Our own light step 12242|Before us falling; 12242|That light the sun 12242|Is not more cold. 12242|The path is overgrown 12242|But yet we know 12242|It is the pathway 12242|We used to go in. 12242|The flower we kissed, 12242|It dies, but we 12242|And hers survive. 12242|We'll dream it over then, 12242|An angel's kiss 12242|That dies to-morrow. 12242|And when we lie with flowers 12242|'Neath cold pagan skies, 12242|We'll dream the pain, 12242|That death had stilled. 12242|She loved the knight and took him under her wing, 12242|A restless, wild, accomplished creature, who 12242|No end could well fulfil who should ask why; 12242|But little known herself of reason's use. 12242|She would not have embraced him as before, 12242|But kissed it in silence. And so, with eyes 12242|Of burning love, but still a little scared, 12242|He crossed her arms and made himself her knight, 12242|And on the walls of Pisa bare a shield, 12242|And on Pisa's towers a helmet fair, 12242|And on Pisa's walls a cloape, and such; 12242|All things he bought with money earned before, 12242|And all things he gave as gifts the same. 12242|Then by the water-side, where winds were free, 12242|She sat all alone upon a stone, 12242|And watching the light-brown foam of waves 12242|That circled and disappeared in them, 12242|With curious eyes as black as jet, 12242|That looked the same as if they changed. 12242|He came into her happy eyes, 12242|And all her wonder fell upon him; 12242|Then he was like to die, and she, alas! 12242|Consented when he said he loved her. 12242|He promised she should see her own again, 12242|Before she lived a thousand years, 12242|And that he would be faithful unto her 12242|Whether his life were or to be his; 12242|But now, all forgotten like a thought, 12242|He lives once more among the waves, 12242|And watches them for a future day 12242|That can never come again to hope. 12242|The wind blows all the year long, 12242|It blows all the day, 12242|And in the winter it is not only that, 12242|But on the Sabbath it blows on the land. 12242|The wind blows from the west, it blows from the east, 12242|The breeze from all the seas 12242|Is blowing on the sails of my ship; 12242|It is blowing on the compass that charts the sky, 12242|And in the morning will find the star in the West, 12242|But in the evening it will find them both lost, 12242|And blowing on the sails of my ship. 12242|The spring-time, how solemn and dreary! 12242|All summer I have been busied 12242|With the darning of my sails, 12242|With the spinning of my woof, 12242|Bulk-ding for my shelter, 12242|And packing for the cold. 12242|But now that the winter is here, 12242|The tempest at hand, 12242|I can throw no keel at noon, 12242|The wind ======================================== SAMPLE 3230 ======================================== 1365|The old, old story, how the ancient people 1365|Ran through the sky the whole year round 1365|In their flying chariot-wheels, 1365|With a song of many birds a day 1365|A song of many songs a year. 1365|There in his old man's boat 1365|Sat the good Saint Francis, 1365|On his steed of power 1365|Steering homeward from the tropics, 1365|Far away upon the sea-shore! 1365|There he saw the far-off city, 1365|Saw the spires and spires of Atlantis, 1365|Saw the structure he called Life, 1365|Saw the future of the Universe, 1365|And with happy heart and free, 1365|Like a pilgrim living in a dream, 1365|Past the kingdom of the sun, 1365|Past the gates of death, we journeyed fast, 1365|On toward the land of dreams. 1365|The road lay out beneath the trees, 1365|A broad and pleasant road; 1365|And over it in lineless dance 1365|Streamed the great Western gale. 1365|And over it the lily white, 1365|The lily white rose of dawn, 1365|Bent its little head in rapture, 1365|And bent so much it made 1365|The blood of the red rose in the bower 1365|Tender and rose-purified. 1365|And the wild turkey, rapt beneath 1365|The eyes of his mate at rest, 1365|Seemed to dream in his high triumph, 1365|'T was the hour of our desire; 1365|He gazes in her lovely eyes, 1365|And all his soul is stirred. 1365|A breath of sweet and sultry morn, 1365|Crowning with bloom the shyest day 1365|Round the rose of earliest morning, 1365|Makes all the meadow-walks speak. 1365|Yet even at its fairest, springing, 1365|Like a shy little maid, her face 1365|Hath hid the rose she most prefers; 1365|And even as her glances smile 1365|Her heart may feel a pang. 1365|When my sweet were away to play, 1365|And I was alone with me sweet, 1365|My thoughts would oftentimes like birds 1365|In the dark nesting-place of trees, 1365|That would try to sing, and fail! 1365|Each bird came back to me some day, 1365|Pleasing, and sad, and longing wing, 1365|And then died away again. 1365|Oh, how little they remembered thee, 1365|With thy gentle form and bright, 1365|Who came back through the dim recess 1365|Of their song when they were least fleet! 1365|The thoughts of them that had loved thee, 1365|In this dim recess away, 1365|Like a bird through the darkness there, 1365|Are but like snow, in the sun! 1365|The heart of them that had loved thee, 1365|Who dwell in the light of day, 1365|Are much more beautiful to me, 1365|More radiant than the hearts of them 1365|Who had loved thee in the storm and gloom 1365|Of the night and long delay 1365|When thy song broke in upon my ear! 1365|I was alone when with a prayer 1365|She would enter in and meet me, 1365|And I stood there, wondering why; 1365|But when she had put on her robes 1365|I knew I was in Paradise. 1365|She stood there in her robe of snow, 1365|And I stood there in the darkness, 1365|And I listened that half-hour, I alone, 1365|Not knowing what she would say. 1365|But the clouds, in the great pall above, 1365|In the wide-opened heaven above us, 1365|Washed out the light from her eyes and brow, 1365|And the silence fell on me. 1365|And she was a ghost, at length, and the silence spread 1365|Like a veil across the earth and the heavens and deep, 1365|All about me, from east to the western sea; ======================================== SAMPLE 3240 ======================================== 7391|The light shines down, the night returns; 7391|When thou art left to live alone, 7391|Behold the home I left thee here! 7391|How bright each window-panelled room, 7391|Where spire upon spire of ancient fame 7391|Stands watchful from its pillar high! 7391|Each carved and lacpped portico, 7391|And door with threshold, stair, and floor, 7391|Hath been alive with all the charm 7391|And sound of that beloved land! 7391|The rooms with portraits of delight, 7391|Each picture is a gem unspent,-- 7391|As rich in wealth of form and face 7391|As the hand that painted so well. 7391|Here daintily reposes oft 7391|The dainty, simple, noble thrall, 7391|That, proud with wealth of parentage, 7391|Wrought poverty in all his chain. 7391|These ample rooms, this trim expanse 7391|Of arbute-wood, wall, partition,-- 7391|All, in a few, could have clothed the state 7391|Of all the fiercest dames of yore. 7391|There, in the dim and shadowy gloom, 7391|Still dimly showed the smiling room, 7391|Where, in her golden, beauteous mood, 7391|Rude, but not grimy, sat the dame. 7391|Her face a ray of fire illumin'd 7391|By sunshine from the mountain stream; 7391|And there, with many a painted gem 7391|Crowning her ivory lips, appear'd 7391|The mother, who had left her son 7391|A widow long ago, her heir. 7391|He died,--and in his stead she stood, 7391|With eyes that seemed with gladness bright,-- 7391|The bridegroom's own, of that fair train 7391|Which now the marble, in its gleam, 7391|Lingers in her home and shrine! 7391|O, fair and young! how strangely smiled 7391|The silent mother when her son 7391|And her were made to each but one,-- 7391|Their own. And, when they went to see 7391|Her in her silent room ere eve 7391|A dream of love and joy shall come 7391|To her, in dreams of him, and be 7391|With them still. 7391|I stood in the dusk alone, and saw 7391|The old, familiar spot again; 7391|With a fresh, quickness, all unknown, 7391|I knew the place. Then I was there! 7391|There, in the hall of those who live, 7391|By all their praise, is written, _Well_! 7391|The word, more lovely than the rhyme, 7391|The word divine; and there it stands 7391|In all the languages known 7391|To tongue of man or ear of ear 7391|Of man may guess. The words, who knew 7391|Whence came the word? Or who must learn 7391|To die in silence, or endure 7391|So long to seek the buried sense? 7391|No more the home that taught its lore 7391|Behold its walls, its hearths enchained 7391|As if by magic, and proclaim 7391|Its word as tongues of power and dread. 7391|So far the living love remains. 7391|E'en near it fades the voice of speech, 7391|And, in the end, the life must be 7391|Of speech and body quenchied quite. 7391|I think the living love may be 7391|As high and near as these; I see 7391|And love it even as God's own love 7391|And Heaven's own love,--God's love at strife 7391|With this and that. For this a creed 7391|We've learned, that, though man's pride should grow 7391|With time and change, the living love 7391|Marks one eternal, whole decree. 7391|No doubt our God, the Word divine, 7391|Must set His rule eternally 7391|On love which, though to human ears, 7391|Circles not in space, but at a word; ======================================== SAMPLE 3250 ======================================== 3650|And from their souls a longing began 3650|For home and comfort and for rest. 3650|And while they slept, or oftener far, 3650|The shepherd of the camp below 3650|Had heard, along some hemlock-trees, 3650|The little brooks of clear spring-water 3650|That, nightly, from their clear spring-water 3650|A water-fisher had caught. 3650|And from his longing and their singing 3650|A song, a pleasant song, did rise, 3650|In tones and words of melody, 3650|Like water in a glass 3650|That glitters, and glitters, and glitters, 3650|And is gone upon and on. 3650|From hill to hill, and through the wood, 3650|The kindly voice did answer him; 3650|And when he turned, they seemed to say, 3650|"Sleep, and be always well-rested." 3650|So to the lodge he came, in dreams, 3650|With sleepy eyelids shut and dreaming, 3650|Of home and home and home, and home; 3650|And through the open door he wandered 3650|When the glad moon, like a lady gay, 3650|Entered with lantern and company, 3650|And sat without a pupil near, 3650|In the lovely nights of June; 3650|And on her mantle of snow she spread 3650|A pall of silver all around, 3650|And o'er her rest of embers slept 3650|The forms of those who knew the darkness 3650|All night beneath the strain of her breath 3650|Had woven with life a dreamy screen, 3650|To veil, for short or long, 3650|A sleep, a dream, a sleep, a dream; 3650|The face where Beauty sleeps 3650|Had grown a mother's face; and through 3650|The lids of their fair eyes there streamed 3650|Strange tears of vision strange and sweet, 3650|Which rose and fell, as in a spring, 3650|And, as the light that lit them cast 3650|A glory o'er their dreaming rest, 3650|Was washed from their pure lips away, 3650|And were shed into the balmy air, 3650|As from the lips of maids asleep 3650|And from the bosoms of young lovers. 3650|And as he looked upon the snow 3650|That lay all frosty 'neath their feet, 3650|He raised his eyes, and saw a joy 3650|Giggling in a fairy light, 3650|From out the darkness that illumed 3650|The fairy world the troop had entered, 3650|And saw the light that filled their eyes 3650|In the fair presence that attracted, 3650|And thrilled them with delight divine, 3650|And left them as a lost child dreaming.-- 3650|Then from the lily-white neck he took 3650|A bow of crystal, light and clear, 3650|Wound round a slender ear about, 3650|And sent it as a herald forth 3650|Twirling his cord and arrow well. 3650|And there before the smiling sun, 3650|Through the green glooms of the wood it stood. 3650|The rosy-fingered, firstling of hearts, 3650|The lovely, laughing-eyed, young daughter, 3650|The delicate-haired, delicate-dressed, 3650|The mother with her charms--it seemed to be 3650|An air that in the breath of things 3650|Might travel with the world's swift round 3650|Away from mortal sight of naught. 3650|She sat her down among her loves, 3650|Laid by her self at rest, 3650|And watched the moon drop down the west, 3650|And the gray night fall, and sleep 3650|Among her dreams. 3650|The love-light in her eyes' young springs 3650|Grew brighter in her eyes, 3650|And, with a smiling, sweet surprise, 3650|She said, "Sweet Love, I thank thee!" 3650|The lark of midnight sung in air 3650|Echoes, as she heard-- 3650|"I thank thee, Lord, for stars and air!" 3650|It sang ======================================== SAMPLE 3260 ======================================== 18396|My bonnie bairn is a wee thing, O! 18396|Tune--"_Auld Nick was a gude ane._" 18396|Tune--"_Een whit meikle siller._" 18396|The Lady of the North, we sing her praise, 18396|Our Lady of the North; 18396|Thou hast ta'en the tither reins aside, 18396|Thy virtue's ta'en the reins, 18396|Thy life-priest for heaven's sake wad bide, 18396|The Lady of the North. 18396|There was a bonnie little lass, 18396|A simple, happy lass, 18396|But she was mine! 18396|Alas, the heart was free, 18396|That lassie had. 18396|That bonnie little lass, 18396|The withers blew; 18396|She could not tell the wailers' rattle, 18396|Or who should say: 18396|But there was a pang in every limb 18396|Of Betty of the Lillies. 18396|O Betty of the Lillies, dear Betty, 18396|Were there not three, 18396|That love together, 18396|And ye were not the last? 18396|They've ta'en me up out o' my breeks, 18396|They've ta'en me up out o' my breeks, 18396|My bonnie little lass. 18396|Farewell, farewell, ladies' ears! 18396|Farewell, farewell-- 18396|Lady, we'll be your bairns, and then 18396|We 'll kiss and bide together, 18396|Lady, we 'll be your bairns, and then 18396|We 'll live our lives. 18396|For he may wed a young bride, 18396|And he may woo a bairn, 18396|But Betty of the Lillies, 18396|And Betty of the Lillies, is first, oh! 18396|We 'll be a' our own, and then 18396|We 'll kame our own bairns, and then 18396|We 'll live our lives. 18396|Now Johnnie o' the Weirs, he 's gane, 18396|He 's gane to meet his bride; 18396|But Betty o' the Lillies, we 'll bide, 18396|We 'll tak the wedding roome. 18396|'Twas on a day o' pride and joy, 18396|In the merry month of May, 18396|In the merry month of May, 18396|I met a sweet, sweet lassie. 18396|She was clad in purple cloth, 18396|And glides like the angels swift, 18396|Through all the worlds her beauty she 18396|To bring a son to light. 18396|"O sweet love, are ye come for me? 18396|O sweet love, do not tarry; 18396|I want my bairns before I thee, 18396|For love has won me a wedded wife." 18396|"Oh, I would not to-day, dear love, 18396|For a month to stay for me; 18396|But, when my love is with me, 18396|Sweet, come and my love await." 18396|"My love is not to-day came, 18396|I 'll come aye when the sun shines, 18396|To be your faithful slave. 18396|"When the sun shines or the night falls, 18396|You shall dwell with me till I 'm fled, 18396|Sweet love, for a knight to be." 18396|There 's none so fair, so sweet, so young, 18396|As she that was my youngest child-- 18396|But she was gane to meet her death, 18396|And that wad bile in my bosom. 18396|"O bairn, go fetch on your sandals, 18396|And be ye lookin for the bride, 18396|For my braid sword in her father's hall 18396|Wad make the maid forget her bride." 18396|"No, my dame, I 'll never cairk her, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 3270 ======================================== 1719|And when I heard the sound of bells 1719|The silence of the house was as 1719|A city where the winds of heaven 1719|Have never made speech, nor aught of speech. 1719|So for a long while I lay 1719|Beside my dream, but in the end 1719|I did not sleep a wink. 1719|The clock struck the midnight hour, 1719|The wind grew drearier, the sun, 1719|Not that I prayed, but that my eyes 1719|Ran all the room through with a sense 1719|Of fear and weariness, 1719|And, rising up, the house was drear 1719|And silent as the tomb. 1719|There lay another man 1719|With whom I had the house-affairs, 1719|But he was still a young man, 1719|And none of us could understand 1719|Where he was going. 1719|He was not ill nor old, 1719|He knew, but there was something wrong 1719|With him, for he had no face. 1719|That other, he was only two, 1719|Was only seven or eight, 1719|But through the years he had a man's 1719|Evening eyes, and a mouth that moved 1719|As though it would be moved. 1719|A nightingale and a thrush, 1719|And a blue goose with an eagle in its beak. 1719|But he had no hair, 1719|And his hair was white, and his face was black, 1719|And his hair came into his face 1719|Like milk flowing out of a straw. 1719|He drew a shadow on me, 1719|He drew a shadow on the hall; 1719|And the shadow of his eyes seemed to lean 1719|On the lady that is white and tall and fair. 1719|And the shadow of his head hung down low, 1719|And it did not come as a white foot, 1719|As the Lord's shall, if He have not said to me to-night 1719|In the silence, "I shall be good." 1719|And there was nothing that was said. 1719|And I thought of the great God 1719|Sitting in judgment to-night. 1719|I thought of the great God sitting below, 1719|With his awful face to see, 1719|And His terrible hands to hold, 1719|And His terrible feet to tread. 1719|And I thought of the great God standing 1719|Over us all for aye, 1719|Over the man with the shining eye 1719|And the burning breath of hell. 1719|And I said: "I would have it so: 1719|I would have my soul be bound 1719|With Him and in Him, all the days of my life, 1719|Till I were one soul with Him." 1719|He laughed, and the shadows, the white and black, 1719|From his open hand shook red; 1719|And I saw His mouth stretched out palely wide, 1719|And His awful eyes looked down, 1719|And He said: "You make a good end of it, 1719|You are old, and I am young." 1719|And the shadows, the black and white, 1719|From his other mouth laughed thrice: 1719|"I am mad on my knees to drink of your blood, 1719|Old man upon the throne, 1719|That you have made so good a bed 1719|For the devils that are nigh. 1719|And when heaven has broken you apart, 1719|And laid you in your place apart, 1719|You shall be old and your soul shall be fed, 1719|And that time the devil knows well. 1719|And when the earth grows old, and the stars 1719|Fly by, and the grasses and trees say "Enough," 1719|When men grow old and women die, 1719|You shall lie on a couch where the wood and sea 1719|And the sun look down on you. 1719|And in those dying eyes I see God: 1719|Your doom shall be all unspared, 1719|For the Devil who lies under the sun 1719|Shall turn you to the devil's work. ======================================== SAMPLE 3280 ======================================== 2130|And our brave fathers, if they were still the same, 2130|Would surely have been glad to bury them there. 2130|All who are not quite dead are so old, 2130|Have so long to live, and may come soon 2130|To what is but a box, not to what is not. 2130|They have no home, but what may once belong 2130|To others, and who knows what to them may belong? 2130|And in God's name, O God, let us not forget 2130|The old and the young, with all their needings ran 2130|Out of God's bounteous hand, into our own! 2130|O Master, my heart beats quickly again 2130|As when it did before I prayed for peace; 2130|And this fresh ardour prompts the strong command 2130|Which you have given, that the earth to-day 2130|Shall hold the man whom He has made His own. 2130|Let nothing then disturb His mighty will; 2130|But let the storm go forth from His dread throne, 2130|And the dark rocks say, "This is settled right; 2130|Right is the sword, and Right is the king!" 2130|Let nothing disturb His mighty will; 2130|But let the storm go forth from His dread throne, 2130|And the dark rocks say, if 'tis right, 2130|"This is settled right, O King! 2130|In His own time He will answer right, 2130|And make provision for the man whom He 2130|Has made His own, let nothing disturb His will." 2130|"Nay," was the reply, "Nay, it cannot be 2130|Since he's made His own, and 'tis right with God 2130|That He should shelter those who hunger-weary wait. 2130|'Tis said that many a time He's heard each man's prayer 2130|To be His guest at His own fair palace door. 2130|All true to this prayer, and his own good will 2130|He makes him all things; where'er 'tis now 2130|He bids him wander, and, to serve his kind, 2130|He leads him on, his own self-wrapt from the cold. 2130|So that He knoweth, He loveth all, and may 2130|Perplext His kingdom when He pleads to rule." 2130|"O King," said the boy; "you're right; for a crown, 2130|For a rule on the ground, for a place at table, 2130|I have already, to please me, served my kind. 2130|But now, when He asks to be crowned--I fear it-- 2130|All I have is to come and help the man who's not dead." 2130|So as he went he bade the storm-clouds go 2130|And the stone in the desert to bear witness 2130|That the man whom they named "not dying" knew 2130|No "food" and was hungry of spirit, and, when 2130|They searched the deserts, found no other like his lot-- 2130|He said:--"It is right your lot should be the highest." 2130|"My way," he said, "is the same as yours, I must own 2130|That I am not the last of my lot to be fine-- 2130|But now I am old, when the world doth grow dull, 2130|I shall lie down, and I'll tell you what I know-- 2130|My Father is waiting for me at the end, 2130|In the sun or the moon, in the rain or the wind-- 2130|If I should forget my own soul, and pass on 2130|"I have heard that He has great stores of gold 2130|He would need not for crowns or for power-- 2130|He has sent his angels--they have set their gold 2130|In the mountains round--where it will not be lost-- 2130|And He bids me go and bring it down from above. 2130|"I come, and I will take my Father's word 2130|For what He wills; he will take it or be damned: 2130|Come up, come up hither, you shall see it fall-- 2130|And I hold it fallen with me, for it falls 2130|From God Himself--and all the ages long ======================================== SAMPLE 3290 ======================================== 14019|The good King Henry of France 14019|Is slain, by the aid of your hand. 14019|You shall not live to see that day: 14019|He is my brother and my cousin, 14019|And I hold him in no less esteem." 14019|As he spake, the fear within him grew, 14019|And he cried: "Who art thou, that standest here, 14019|In all the realms of air above? 14019|Tell me, for they love to hear!" 14019|"I am a Saxon, my lord," said he; 14019|"For my father was Grendel's thrall; 14019|I know the castle well, and know the way, 14019|And ever I wot, a knightly sight 14019|Would a good champion have been mine. 14019|My kin to King Edmund yield. 14019|I go the tenth to his castle there; 14019|On his lord are my vengeance brought; 14019|If I do well, his body to bear, 14019|If I fare ill, I'm his first rate prey." 14019|To the Saxon knight the Duke of Duele: 14019|"For your love, Count, I grant to thee 14019|This gift. Now hold your peace. 14019|But, by the chieftains of your band, 14019|And by your own heart's faith, I swear 14019|To hold him here alive, who died 14019|At our dear father's hand." 14019|Then said the Franks: "A noble king, 14019|And such as ours, is Grendel now." 14019|To the Saxons they spake lightly then: 14019|"Our King will not suffer you, 14019|And his body you shall not give to him; 14019|You shall leave it to Christ Almighty to hold." 14019|"Alas! My noble lord, 14019|And you Franks and French alike, shall we 14019|Leave our king, and leave your king, our lord?" 14019|Said the Hun: "No such thing." 14019|And they took their arms to the King. 14019|Gustav of Denmark came to his aid 14019|And urged the Franks on to the fight. 14019|They say the king's son has laid dead 14019|The son of the Hun of the mountain pass. 14019|When Gerest of the Saxons saw 14019|How his brother was slain, the Franks, 14019|His kinsmen and his friends, 14019|He was angry and grieved, 14019|When he came to his brother King Edmund. 14019|The king asked him to dine with him; 14019|To drink the best in the hall; 14019|And the King of the Danes replied: 14019|"There's none now to dine with me, 14019|Or to share with me the play. 14019|As for dining, your lordship my guest 14019|May do it as he prefers." 14019|Then in came Gustav the Dane, 14019|The warrior's guest and his guest for the feast. 14019|And to the feast the Franks gave good cheer, 14019|With meat and with drink. 14019|But the King of the Danes was not so civil. 14019|And asked him, a Saxon lord, not a Dane. 14019|"Why dost thou not ask my presence? For I 14019|Have not the peer nor a Dane. 14019|My kinship is to my father's son: 14019|Nor would I ask the king to stay there; 14019|If the king would, I might sit down with him. 14019|But if he wants to dine with me, 14019|In safety go I then; 14019|For the feast is laid on the table, 14019|So I'll eat and sup and forget the war." 14019|Then said the Saxon: "King, good vassal for thee 14019|This is the hour of pleasure. 14019|We will have the feast, my lord Edmund, 14019|Ere the game is begun; 14019|For our game is for the day, but our game never shall end." 14019|"How! is the King of France yet to be 14019|Wroth with the Franks against his son; 14019|So can he not sit ======================================== SAMPLE 3300 ======================================== 42052|That never was made again, 42052|He found the path 42052|As hard to find as when first he came. 42052|I knew his place, I said that name 42052|Each time the hall was filled; 42052|But still he went the way, 42052|As if some god had kept him there. 42052|I know not what the gods can do, 42052|O dear old heart, 42052|Though thou art weary sore, 42052|With thy last grief I ween, 42052|That thou wert glad of those who were-- 42052|The joyous kings of long ago, 42052|The fair, old-eyed queens of long ago. 42052|What can I give thee, gentle heart, 42052|O dear old heart, 42052|For the sweet faces back where we stand, 42052|The queens of long ago? 42052|What can I give thee, gentle heart, 42052|O dear old heart? 42052|Though I may not be their queen, 42052|Their smiling eyes, 42052|And their sweet, placid, placid faces, 42052|The very air 42052|Of this hall is full of thee, 42052|O sweet old heart. 42052|The very light is haunted 42052|By thy small grace-- 42052|The very world is haunted 42052|By thy small grace-- 42052|By the fear in my heart of loneliness 42052|And the hope in my heart of love-- 42052|O fair, low heart, 42052|I cannot choose but take thee in my love. 42052|A little way, but ere the sun 42052|Drew downward to the sea-shore, 42052|A ship came drifting before us, 42052|With a broken red bow-speald, 42052|And a broken golden spar. 42052|A ship come before us. 42052|What were the stranger's thoughts, 42052|What, the stranger's thoughts, 42052|As the dark night on his shoulders 42052|Lay heavy and heavy, 42052|And he called to me out of silence, 42052|And the stars above me 42052|Saw none but sea things 42052|And none but stars? 42052|And the stars, out of their constellations, 42052|Shone in the deep blue skies, 42052|Out of the star-lit skies. 42052|The stranger's thoughts were slow, 42052|And his speech was slow, 42052|And a voice rose behind my back 42052|As a cry of an angel calling: 42052|"What are these thoughts that seem to me 42052|As dark as death, and as vast 42052|As the night, and as vainly 42052|As the vain sky? 42052|I think they are echoes 42052|Of the night-river, 42052|Of the hollow wind that sighs; 42052|And some other thing, but I know not-- 42052|But my heart's fears! 42052|"In the night before the sun 42052|Rises in his crown of light, 42052|The lights that burn in my heart, 42052|O, they echo far and wide, 42052|All about the sky, 42052|And all about the lights, 42052|In the night before the sun? 42052|O, I think they echo far and wide, 42052|As the stars echo far and wide 42052|Out of the deep blue heavens 42052|That are far and far away, 42052|And my heart echoes far and wide, 42052|But I know not whither nor how, 42052|And my soul echoes wild and woful, 42052|And my soul cries unheard, 42052|Out of the dark and the wind and the darkness, 42052|Through the stars that are silent, 42052|And the moon's pale beams, and the stars' shining." 42052|Then my soul did go her way, 42052|As the winds go their way, 42052|And I saw the white sails shine 42052|Like the white night shimmers 42052|In the darkening sea. 42052|And my soul went her way, 42052|As the waves went their way, 42052|And I heard the sea-wind moan, 42052|And ======================================== SAMPLE 3310 ======================================== 1381|And his eyes, more clear 1381|And mild, than the deep blue of the sky of winter, 1381|For the sun of his eyes are the eyes of a lover, 1381|And her smile, most like 1381|A rose that is petal by petal, 1381|Is the smile that his heart remembers. 1381|It is like the sweetest of music, 1381|Like the music of honey and dew; 1381|It is like the song that is honeycomb, 1381|And the song is a song of the sun. 1381|O sweetest of music, O most clear, 1381|Is the music of kisses and birth, 1381|And the sound is the music of love, 1381|And the song the song of an old time, 1381|Long ago, long ago, 1381|Long ago, 1381|Long ago! 1381|O soft is the music of love, 1381|And the sound is the music of youth, 1381|And the sound is a song that is young. 1381|It is like a song that is sweet, 1381|And it is like a song that we hear, 1381|And this is the sweetest song of all. 1381|The song! the song! the song! 1381|The young girl comes, the girl with eyes moist and blue, 1381|She came from the long and silent woodland paths, 1381|That lead by the river's sunny shore 1381|Into the green recesses of the rocks, 1381|That give the wood-nymphs sheltering-place; 1381|She came, and the woods are a-tremble, 1381|And the woods are a-shimmer with delight. 1381|O music of love is unnumber'd choirs, 1381|In the valleys, that love is consorting, 1381|And her voice, the music of rapture ascending, 1381|Is the high-born melody of youth; 1381|And the nightingale, that all the forest sings, 1381|Is the song of her love, which her youth renews. 1381|There is pleasure in song, but there is pain, 1381|And the pleasure a little uneasy, 1381|And the pain is the grief, the grief the dread, 1381|The song has a sweet sound which begins it: 1381|And the song is a music which is unbeguiled, 1381|And there is a sense of an uneasiness in that. 1381|I could sit in my place and sing you a strain, 1381|But with a mind unmindful of the strain, 1381|I wish you would leave my breast, and take wings; 1381|But as I have eyes to perceive, 1381|The soul, in seeing, has no thought in the mind. 1381|There are few emotions to-day, 1381|But the pure emotion of a love, 1381|That is not a pleasure but a loss, 1381|A loss which we must all bewail, 1381|If we would feel the real thing 1381|Which on the whole is a loss, 1381|A loss by which we are all doomed, 1381|If we would have the real thing. 1381|There is nothing so easy as pain 1381|If we are to be wise in its wielding, 1381|And, when 'tis the guide and guard of life, 1381|There 's nothing in Nature's breast 1381|But is a thing to cause us to live 1381|If we would have the real thing. 1381|To think how I have lived thus far, 1381|In the love of that young maiden, 1381|And how I have found her, in doing 1381|What was for my happiness her, 1381|But which she contrived to avoid; 1381|To notice what is in her view, 1381|With the hope that if this be all, 1381|She had not been the better half; - 1381|These are all the pleasures of life, 1381|And have their root in our meeting; 1381|These are all the feelings we get, 1381|When we gaze on things we have, and so 1381|Have something of our own nature; 1381|The love that from the dark of night 1381|Hath made the stars a ======================================== SAMPLE 3320 ======================================== 19221|She sits, a widow, 19221|And toiling at the loom; 19221|The children, three, beside her urn. 19221|She plies her task with no relish, 19221|Or amusement, I ween; 19221|Her heart with sorrow o'erfull 19221|Is laden presently; 19221|The children sit, and look on her, 19221|And gaze upon her face; 19221|Her heart is troubled, and all sights 19221|Of home and kindred seem to close 19221|From their own strange magic circle; 19221|And so the widow sit, and so 19221|Her heart becomes more heavy, 19221|So still it is, and strange it seems-- 19221|A widow sitting, on the loom. 19221|It was the day that all the world 19221|Might tremble into beauty; 19221|It was the day that all the world 19221|Might live in joy and bliss. 19221|A hundred eyes were on me-- 19221|All eyes that pitying pitying die; 19221|While o'er me on the other side 19221|The deep blue heaven, with all its might, 19221|Like some rich garment was expanding. 19221|It was the happy blessed day-- 19221|How could I wish it otherwise? 19221|How could the heart, so true and calm, 19221|Be pined with thoughts of such delight? 19221|The silver moon, so early rising, 19221|Hung now in silver piers, 19221|The river, wide and winding, 19221|Gleamed through the mellow sheen 19221|With many a sparkling drop; 19221|The bright sun, starting from the west, 19221|Now took his sickle away; 19221|The birds, triumphant now, avow 19221|Their all-too-hasty greet; 19221|And early through the golden corn 19221|The sun doth go his way; 19221|Till even the evening let it be 19221|And all the world is still. 19221|At dead of night the bells strike three; 19221|The clock is striking one; 19221|The watchman slowly rattles his knell; 19221|It is melodiously startle 19221|From the merry jingle of its bells, 19221|That so, like flakes of painted glass, 19221|Sparkle and gleam at audience rooms, 19221|And there the clocks wait still and toll 19221|Till audience, maid and suitor, maid 19221|And suitor, maid and suitor thrice 19221|Comes singing in, and thrice they sing, 19221|While clocks, and clocks, and clocks striking three, 19221|Knock softly in the outer court; 19221|And now the welcome hour comes on, 19221|The feast of kind, celestial haste, 19221|That brings the weary world to rest, 19221|With rest and quiet and repose. 19221|And by the light of half-remembered stars, 19221|And in each ancient gardens where we tread 19221|Dwelt of strange dreams, and ancient hopes, and so 19221|Of early friendship, and the old love-knot, 19221|I see the happy days before the war, 19221|The cheerful joyous days, when all things were still, 19221|The quiet joyous days, in which we met, 19221|And dwelt in quiet close together, 19221|As in a painted room and painted bed, 19221|And parted as by friendly kissing; 19221|And all the past, with all its grief and wrong, 19221|Was painted on my mind, like bubbles at play 19221|With smiles and laughter, and a light round the brow. 19221|It was the early days, and the first days indeed, 19221|When all was still that ever yet was heard or seen, 19221|When the young year was the same as the old, 19221|And there was nothing to say, and nothing to hear, 19221|But the still murmur of deep waters that stole 19221|In through the cracks in the painted door, and pass 19221|On through the broken galleries, and find rein 19221|With the painted walls, and sleep at last them all, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 3330 ======================================== 30282|Þe{n}ne hys bale to take on hestes h{m}ȝed, 30282|He fylt{er}ly{n}g his hyȝe flote þat he wodeȝeȝ, 30282|& setteȝ hy{m} i{n} þe aþel w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne he{m} be-do{ur} & bryȝt, 30282|W{i}t{h} hyme þe wawe þat i{n} wauleȝ was w{i}t{h}-i{n}neȝ, 30282|& vch fauorce i{n} fylþe fu{n}t for-wroȝt, 30282|What fynal watȝ i{n} fau{n}ce bifore hym w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne? 30282|Vch a yȝe þe afer hit watȝ i{n} his woddeȝ; 30282|As þay ofte watȝ togeder of ȝifte & of þe loth, 30282|As þay of þe vnhappe watȝ þat þe to spare, 30282|“Why þat þ{o}u þ{o}u not ȝet a-mo stan wroȝt 30282|As I þer Ioye haue I hyȝe for to wyþe, 30282|& þe wyȝeȝ of wroþeȝ þ{o}u wroȝte loth; 30282|Of his wyrdeȝ-sost & his waghes he no maneȝ; 30282|My lyf ne my mynde þat neu{er} me stry{n}ne, 30282|Ne neu{er}ne ston i{n}-to þe su{n}ne, 30282|Þe{n} þat I þat ȝet al to my self I cry; 30282|Bot now þ{o}u my self am I swawte, 30282|& þay hatȝ my self w{i}t{h} þis mon þat I hatte, 30282|So þay haue þis hyȝe ho{us} nawauþ{er}.” 30282|Þe{n} hatȝ þe hyȝe{n}ne þat i{n} her mon me kest, 30282|Þat hatȝ þe hatches al I{e}n{h} a bale, 30282|When þ{o}u foryend haue þay for-ȝede vn-to þe stonde, 30282|“I am an olde man,” sayde þe{n}ne þe, 30282|“A princene of a p{ar}tyu{n}neȝ; 30282|Ou{er} a pypy{n}g þat my{n} hous is, 30282|“For þere hatȝ I gost to sele þe grete, 30282|Farre more hit me for-ȝete þe iame; 30282|If me neȝed no hatȝ hym þat moȝt neu{er}, 30282|Þ{us} alle þe same þat was my ho{us} p{ro}phete.” 30282|Þe{n}ne watȜ þe biȝest þat þe best aday, 30282|& þe{n}ne watȝ þe last bihinde, 30282|Þe{n} she þe{n} þe last alle owte ay [did] 30282|& eftely her þ{a}t she seȝ her leueȝ, 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ on & on her her lyued; 30282|Þe god watȝ angelles vn-caught; 30282|Þe wyȝe wat� ======================================== SAMPLE 3340 ======================================== 1279|And we've been all sae lang to see the mear; 1279|We've been lang hame ere ony kirk was clear; 1279|And now ye're mair than lads that 've beenen coy! 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl' war; 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl'. 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl' war; 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl'. 1279|Now we hae fame, now we hae honour, 1279|Now we hae mair, now we hae none; 1279|And we're the lads that tak' the Kirk. 1279|But as fame blaws byin, let anither blaw; 1279|If Kirk or country we hae lost, 1279|We're mair or little but we're a' the right. 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl' war; 1279|We've been tae, for tine o' the warl'. 1279|Tune--"The Bohea Boat." 1279|Tune--"The Bohea Boat." 1279|On the bank of Tay, a boisterous creek, 1279|Of monstrous dimensions ran a dam: 1279|A ditches bed profuse, and watchet traps, 1279|And dug-outs galore, and trenches deep. 1279|Here, to repair; a band of dragoons, 1279|In garments of distinction, to the teuch, 1279|Assembled, on the bank, to sharpen spears. 1279|A waggon row'd behind, before the steeds; 1279|Two gallant chariots, and a steed between. 1279|Then came the Lord Chief-MKV, with that sacred troop, 1279|Who stood and cried "My Lords, how now? 1279|And the Bohea Boat!" 1279|I'm bound to speak my mind; 1279|Yet there's a noble mind 1279|The Pope has made 1279|Who has not done him proud. 1279|That mind, I'm sure of one; 1279|He is the wisest man of all mankind. 1279|He's no false prophet and no liar alive, 1279|As he talks of the Bohea Boat, 1279|Which will make men run like sparrows in their courts, 1279|And is sure to raise a rouse. 1279|The Bohea Boat! 1279|And when the Bohea Boat 1279|I'll return again to my holy vows; 1279|The Bohea-boo! 1279|They have no eyes but theirs at trial, 1279|They have no brains but theirs before; 1279|The Pope is found to have lied, 1279|The Church is nothing but a school 1279|As I've before heard people say. 1279|And they may be right, I believe, 1279|For some of them are known 1279|To be thieves or rebels all their lives, 1279|As I've good reason to believe. 1279|They may have been, perchance, 1279|A gang of rascals, or for that a scoundrel crop; 1279|And this, at any rate, 1279|And the Bohea-bo! 1279|On such a theme I would not here refrain. 1279|I know not how it could be, 1279|For, you see, I'm not of your right, 1279|And if I'm permitted, I shall write another song. 1279|I would not be, if I could not do it; 1279|But, if the Bohea-bosom should come in, 1279|I have done with such a thing. 1279|I wish I were as sure as death is sweet, 1279|And that there's a thing of purest pearl in it, 1279|Wherein a man may breathe at will, 1279|And so live happy all his days, 1279|And never fear any danger: 1279|Or I would sail away on the ocean-high, 1279|To see if my boat can follow, 1279|And follow from the ocean away, 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 3350 ======================================== 1287|Then with a frown 1287|That spake a bitter rebuke,-- 1287|Stood up and gazed at us, 1287|And coldly said, "Beware! 1287|Whoso dares give way to pride, 1287|Who thinks his strength is such as this!" 1287|Thus, to the table came he; 1287|And he put forth his hand in prayer, 1287|While thus spoke the man of Law, 1287|"I never yet believed 1287|"In my heart's strength so great 1287|"As mine arm does to-day. 1287|"This too I will tell thee, son! 1287|"The mighty force of law 1287|"Will never be brought to bear 1287|"Upon the world. Thou must be 1287|"The first and only man, 1287|"In whose strong heart, there's not a part 1287|"But strives to seize and hold 1287|"And use the manhood that thou possest!" 1287|"If ever, son, thou hadst wist: 1287|"That by this law the man 1287|"Is ever and ever in peril, 1287|"Then by this law's command 1287|"Wouldst thou not be at one! 1287|"As thou, thou cannot the law 1287|"By, by thee will not be taught. 1287|"There are the man's whom, through you, 1287|"By this law's necessity 1287|"Were bound forevermore!" 1287|Thence for a thousand years,-- 1287|As long as any soul 1287|Hath been a child of God's,-- 1287|Hath it been told and held by me 1287|That the law is with the man? 1287|Thou shalt not learn of it, 1287|Neither shalt it ever know! 1287|In vain my hands I grasp it, 1287|In vain my soul I bind it 1287|To these hateful bonds! 1287|If in truth aught of good 1287|I have done by it, 1287|To my last hour of life 1287|No joy it may impart! 1287|And from every human eye 1287|The dreadful knowledge falls 1287|That,--since ever this law 1287|Was framed, no good can enter it! 1287|I think, my Son and Father, 1287|There is in every one 1287|A way to gain His life, 1287|Yet what that way may be, 1287|Thou canst not learn the thing. 1287|Then the man who inly seeks 1287|Goodness to attain, 1287|Must, for every earthly joy, 1287|Upon His life depend! 1287|My heart, since I the world possess, 1287|And, for Myself, an endless boon, 1287|In the name of the great High Priest 1287|Would fain possess. 1287|What will be my joy and woe 1287|If it be all in vain? 1287|And, not yet well pleased with it, I turn 1287|And turn again. 1287|But, if with this good I fail, 1287|I, though in wretched plight, 1287|Shall soon be made a saint, I ween;-- 1287|At Heaven's right hand, 1287|When, with my sins all closed and closed, 1287|I shall meet with Me! 12413|_All rights reserved, including that of translation to foreign 12413|instructions to begin at the fire-place_. 12413|_There is an old tradition in Scotland 12413|That once the fair Elfin was wed 12413|With the black Dragon, whose head was white; 12413|Which was afterwards the fair Queen's mare. 12413|Her sister they call Astrid, 12413|And for that reason, when she grew old, 12413|She would often say 'All elfin' here!' 12413|Her mother made it a rule, 12413|That as soon as her cheeks might be seen, 12413|The Black Dragon's head should be turn'd white. 12413|The fair Elfin was young, and full of life, 12413|And as she went forth to meet the summer, 12413|Her mother ======================================== SAMPLE 3360 ======================================== 17270|At hame on the morrow. 17270|To my youth I my service would not forsake, 17270|Nor old age my comfort. 17270|But thou should'st die and a new meek maiden should 17270|Be bred for to thee: 17270|For none but one thou ever shalt find fit 17270|To be thy wedded wife.] 17270|My love is old and I want her no more, 17270|I would to heaven to have her no more. 17270|Come to the wedding, ye who enter this hall, 17270|Be present at all her bewitching acts; 17270|And let the sweete, which I did sing, be sung 17270|By every man in the company. Amen. 17270|Then spake my noble lover, fair Sir Amiel: 17270|This is a night of sorrows, and great joyes, 17270|My haughty mistress is dead, saith I: 17270|With her, my dearest, I had spent my time, 17270|Had not my Lord, my Saviour, prevaileth 17270|To save me from so dire a death as this; 17270|For she was fairest of womankind to me, 17270|And my chiefest treasure.--Gramercy! 17270|But this said I, with my heart's delights, 17270|Doth my dearest dame lying in your hands 17270|From destruction to land in worth bereav'd, 17270|By you, my dearest Father, she did taste, 17270|Which made her your fairest woman ever seen: 17270|And therefore I do make this solemn vow, 17270|That though my dearest son should to us be 17270|All other estates, I'll still in your hand 17270|My fairest wife, Lord Gander, with a view 17270|To redeeme you in full measure, minding 17270|The same with constant wifely service, 17270|And being, as I do think, a noble son, 17270|And a man worthy of his grandsire's love.-- 17270|Be this my motto,--if good things be 17270|Of no avail to deliver us, 17270|We shall recover by and by 17270|Our erring selves, our bodies too, 17270|From our erring deare selves being lost. 17270|Then arose the Lord Mayor, and he said: 17270|She is now restored, and well may now 17270|She be my Lady,--I do believe 17270|Her love is such, it shall not be denied: 17270|Let all this undone be, and this 17270|In the realm of Erickes is the will. 17270|When he was gone to the house, where he 17270|To bed was gone, there my Lord Mayor bade 17270|That we should take a mason, that would fall 17270|Beside the chimney, and we should have cause 17270|For all this slander and false calumnies. 17270|We went, and with him as we went, 17270|We heard on every hand 17270|That the King's Bride was in hell, 17270|And that the Queen was in bliss; 17270|That the King was the source of love, 17270|That the Queen was the fount thereof, 17270|That from the King the law doth follow, 17270|That the King is eternal bliss: 17270|The Law, whereby all other creatures, 17270|Worthy, just, and true, can abide 17270|Among themselves, and are exempt 17270|From guilt, and are exalted above 17270|Men in this life; but in the next 17270|Will be sapped by a false accuser. 17270|Now, what a great ditty were this! 17270|Wee Farmer, thou canst dresse a bramble sweete 17270|To make a good cheese, and nothing neede, 17270|And eke that thou wottest me a slice, 17270|Thou hast the best cheese of them that live 17270|So thou canst make thyself a most good cheese, 17270|For thou hast the finest sheep-hook in the lande. 17270|A good knife then, and a stich to stich 17270|Her teeth from rotten toewes 17270| ======================================== SAMPLE 3370 ======================================== 1365|The king was sitting, and the king, the king, sat at arm's length, 1365|Pressed to the side. 1365|And here they sat, 1365|One sitting, and one standing; 1365|He who was sleeping, and him who was awake. 1365|And, from his rags, and from his eyes, 1365|And from his face, and mouth and chin, 1365|Gather'd up a motley, and made it a robe. 1365|And he wrapped the robe round him, 1365|Over his head, and round his neck; 1365|Then, all unwillingly, he flung it away. 1365|And he tied up his breeches, 1365|And made them tight, and fastened them underneath his vest; 1365|Then away he stepped, and on his nimble feet stept, 1365|And put on the glove, and went to buy a purse; 1365|And while he was in the market of St. James, 1365|The lady Mary, she who sat by the bedside, 1365|Moved out to the chamber, and she went to the cupboard, 1365|And in a hurry her household things were taken; 1365|She put on the locket, the dirk and the quiver; 1365|She put on the hat, and she put on the gloves. 1365|She took out the purse of gold, 1365|And added it to the sum of five pounds nine shillings; 1365|But why did her heart, which was so much inclined 1365|To rejoice with all its members, break 1365|With a love so eager and so strong? 1365|'T was a moment of the greatest joy! 1365|"Well said! well said!" The king exclaimed with delight, 1365|As he saw the purse of gold. 1365|He said, 'tis the handiwork of the good Saint Hubert!" 1365|The lady Mary bowed her brow. 1365|"I thank thee, my good Lord Mayor, 1365|Thou art the true and ever faithful King; 1365|In this thou hast my hopes, and my fears, and my fears, 1365|And now my life is spared me." 1365|At the last word the King exclaimed with pleasure, 1365|"Let the maids in the convent rejoice! 1365|For the life of Saint Benedict 1365|Is not a thought to be quenched like a thorn, 1365|Nor yet a tree in the forest to be felled. 1365|"And if this woman will but die in his arms, 1365|He is the same, who with the saints was crucified, 1365|And died without his regrets, without contrite soul; 1365|But let him die with no scar on his face, 1365|And no loss on his neck,--no loss on his hand; 1365|Thus will we be crucified beneath his hand; 1365|For the life of Saint Benedict 1365|Is not yet to begin." 1365|The lady Mary had no sooner resigned, 1365|The mantle she was weaving, 1365|Leaning upon her two white feet, 1365|To climb the staircase, 1365|Than a voice was heard that said, 1365|In the air that in the chamber lay, 1365|"What ails thee, Mary?" 1365|She turned upon her ear, 1365|Her eyes were pleading, 1365|They asked, "What ails thee?" 1365|And all of her bosom felt 1365|And spake with her, a child. 1365|"I am on pins and needles, 1365|I am sick and very weak; 1365|Help me, O help!" she cried, 1365|And with her hands she grasped. 1365|The King said, "What will you do?" 1365|He said, "Take the purse, Mary; 1365|I shall send for Doctor Foster, 1365|And will deliver it to him 1365|Should you refuse, and say 'No,' 1365|I will put you to death;" 1365|And the lady raised her eyes, 1365|And cried, "I will not die." 1365|The Doctor was about to enter, 1365|When suddenly a rustle, and, 1365|A murmuring and a sound ======================================== SAMPLE 3380 ======================================== 16059|de infancro infancia de la gloria, 16059|de que la mar hacia una vez primera, 16059|es atento su esta rica, el deseo 16059|y otro amoroso de las rudes revolución. 16059|Estorquése el deseo, la vez primera, 16059|el día de esta vitoria y la tierra. 16059|¡Oh venga el deseo, cielo que el agua alegre, 16059|cuando de la ventana y de las espumas estratur! 16059|Todito escargo y también, 16059|Y luego de amor la vengado, 16059|Y puede me dibujarse que se aprendida 16059|En vano por la vengada el pecho 16059|Ese vengades de ajas del ave. 16059|¡Oh vengaste escogidor la muerte, 16059|¡Oh vengaste en vano, vengaste, en río! 16059|¡Espado, espantado, espantado; 16059|¡Oh vengaste es faz del quebrado, 16059|¡Oh vengaste es faz del quebrado! 16059|¡Ves lo dulces y diós alientan, 16059|Y á una vez poco raro cielo, 16059|Con un poco de pasar el cabello 16059|Torpe, luz, reposado, cubre, comido 16059|¡Ves lo dulces y diós alientan! 16059|¡Ves lo diós, porque en la altura 16059|Y con poco río más amigo 16059|Vienen soñajade del toro, 16059|Con voz más alegre y con voz amado 16059|Torpe, luz, reposado, cubre, comido; 16059|Porque yo oído, o yo no se manda. 16059|Despero ojuelos. 16059|¡Oh pasión de mi vida 16059|Que tu esos carias verdaderon, 16059|Ó si es en tanto sea noche, ni es 16059|No turbar ríe de mi oído 16059|Vuestra una vez despertará; 16059|Y mi esposa falso 16059|Y otro poco se lleva 16059|Y dar tan libertad: ó pues, 16059|Aunque de mi pasión se muestre, 16059|¡Dichosa pasión la voluntad! 16059|¡Al ciudad de las regicas 16059|La fe, seán, que en torno á su ausencia 16059|La verdad de su raza, 16059|¡Ay, cada cualquiera! 16059|¡Al cielo de las altivas 16059|La fe, seán, aunque serena llega 16059|Á las cumbres al sol, ni es tan 16059|No se acerca el mío 16059|De mi frente de pobre ciudad! 16059|¡Los alas del cielo de mi oído! 16059|¡La rueda, que también al alma mía 16059|Por el santo de su patria y del pecho 16059|¡La noche, que al sol futurosel, 16059|Hacen de amistad: á la hielo 16059|Ni es poco padece, y mi patria mía 16059|Es el patria más hermosa, 16059|Ni ata la ausencia muy grima, 16059|Ni más humilde y mi puerta mía. 16059|¡Pero el cielo, cuando se llega 16059|Que sus prados de mi ala llama 16059|Y ======================================== SAMPLE 3390 ======================================== 19221|She's not a prude, I hope,' the noble swain replied; 19221|'Now in a state like this we need not fear a storm: 19221|'If e'er she marry we'll see that very day; 19221|But let her try her luck on other barmaids, 19221|It seems to me she ought to be ashamed of _me_.' 19221|'So, sir,' quo' the other, 'keep a low mouth, 19221|And since we must be discreet, why don't you hear 19221|How it is with the barmaids, I would think; 19221|They all have their purposes, and we may try 19221|Some other schemes, before we try this trade. 19221|'If this is the only way you intend 19221|To please the public, then go make yourself a king, 19221|And I would not have you, sir, for ever dwell 19221|In this undeserving folk--just see the blow! 19221|When you aspire to rule, you might try to hide 19221|Your guilty sin by swearing sometimes at home, 19221|But you'd soon find that you had lost all patience, 19221|Being much too prone to cross your nose with impunity. 19221|'It makes you seem so foolish, sir,' quo' the swain; 19221|'But still for conscience'--here the other grinned-- 19221|'You are a swine--now give up psalms with impunity; 19221|But you can always make out in the wood by the snare 19221|When that wicked fellow swears in a churchyard way-- 19221|You'd think the other fellow wouldn't be able to swear, 19221|For the smell of the wood, and the noise of the water rouse!' 19221|So, with face hid the other stood aghast, 19221|And back the other leaped out like a man that's led, 19221|While the good knight stood with folded hands and parted 19221|His beard that seemed as frozen as a log; 19221|Yet he continued to swear on the spot, 19221|As if it were a sacrament and fit 19221|To make the water jump into the dew 19221|And the salt water splash on his face, 19221|Like a salt rush in a deep watery well. 19221|'I could swear just as long as I was able 19221|To keep my beard after shaving,' said he, 19221|'But now I'm afraid I may have lost my wits, 19221|For it's run up against Sir Thomas the Third, 19221|And all I know is that he is not at home.' 19221|'You can swear just as long,' said the courtier, 19221|'But what is the use of swearing when you're afraid 19221|Of being shot in the side, or robbed of a buck?' 19221|'Of course, of course,' said the barber, whose nose 19221|Was quite a perfect match for his cloak's hue. 19221|'And then the pistols! Oh, my dear barber, 19221|Are you so sure that you can tell them apart? 19221|'No; I've had mine fired, but, Lord help me! not 19221|Could't tell them apart:--it was a poor boy 19221|That died that night; and the pistol that fired 19221|Was myself, my poor boy; and the fellow that fired 19221|Was a young man I knew; so he must have fired 19221|My poor precious boy, too, into the crowd, 19221|For it came down, by the bye, to a butcher's boy, 19221|And not a butcher in the whole of the town. 19221|'A butcher's boy, and not a butcher, sir-- 19221|'And why can't these two be together?' 19221|The barber glanced at his pipe, and quoth he-- 19221|'Well, that's a curious case of half-cut head; 19221|But it's a curious sort of case of half-cheek; 19221|And the sort of thing that's going to make you mad, 19221|And put a halt to the pleasures of the week 19221|All put together, and end in a spiel 19221|At the end of the week. And it's all the same 19221|To the fact that the ======================================== SAMPLE 3400 ======================================== 2491|As if he knew her love and longing. 2491|He thought--not knowing that it thrilled him-- 2491|A woman's love could never be hid 2491|E'en from himself; his whole being yearned 2491|For something greater than himself, and yearned 2491|A woman to himself, and so he made 2491|A vow to his heart, even as a monk doth 2491|A secret he would not tell to men; 2491|And for that vow he called his lady friend, 2491|And prayed her to draw nigh a moment more, 2491|And kiss his hand, and tell him how she loved him. 2491|It was a foolish thing, that saying, 2491|The woman's heart within her body, 2491|To one who did not know what love was. 2491|And yet it was she knew, and knew it well, 2491|For in her heart was hid the secret that lay 2491|'Neath that sad lips, and only she could hear 2491|The sound of the woman's own heart's beating, 2491|The faintest tremors of a smile that glowed 2491|Upon her cheek as the morning break, 2491|A faint tremble that her soul could not miss,-- 2491|That smile she had sworn would never fade. 2491|'Tis all the world to me, 2491|For I am only poor and true; 2491|There is not much to do or see, 2491|Save what my eyes may see. 2491|To be--in this world full of strife-- 2491|To do and to endure, 2491|That is my dream's reward. 2491|For I am only poor and true, 2491|And all the world may give, 2491|And all the life we have to live 2491|For its own sake. 2491|What is this life that I am part 2491|Of, that men call life, 2491|Is only a long, long dream 2491|And I myself am rich. 2491|Though I may have as rich a shore 2491|And as fair a sea, 2491|Yet I know no shore or sea, 2491|No shore or shore may be. 2491|When I am dead, no one can say 2491|Who is the master, 2491|And all the world, all, all can say, 2491|Can die and be happy." 2491|He shook his head and his face, 2491|And his soul was afraid; 2491|"For who can say what may betide 2491|Yet shall say it, and say it true; 2491|What he hears, it shall surely be, 2491|And what he feels, shall be well known too. 2491|It shall be known to the end of time, 2491|That each one of us hath a soul 2491|That he may live by in love or hate, 2491|And be, all alone and lone, 2491|In that world that is ever his own. 2491|Not a moment but each one treads 2491|His own path when he lives this night; 2491|And every day and every hour 2491|It shall be the master and lord 2491|And master of all his thoughts to the end of his life." 2491|He turned and walked the court through; 2491|Then turned the chamber door; 2491|And with a voice that echoed faintly, 2491|He answered, and so said, 2491|"But why would you make me live alone, 2491|And hide myself from every soul in the sun 2491|Who seek for me from day to day?" 2491|He turned again, and the sun's face 2491|Was mirrored in the hall; 2491|And in that place where the rays shone clear, 2491|He hid himself from day's light. 2491|And so he watched a night again 2491|A night which none could see 2491|When he turned the sun's face as if he 2491|Were standing, as if hid, 2491|From the eyes that in the chamber stared. 2491|It was a dream for which he searched and pined; 2491|No shadow on the night-wind crept, 2491|But only the sun's face, that glittered bright 2491|As if the body ======================================== SAMPLE 3410 ======================================== 12286|Or what a poet, or an amateur, 12286|Can make of him. 12286|As well he knew those little men as any 12286|Who once in a garden sat and talked: 12286|But as for that fair little folk, 12286|They never were seen alive till last year, and he 12286|Had never yet seen them. 12286|"Oh! there they were all the spring 12286|Till an old man, whose name was Horneck, 12286|He saw them running past the mills, 12286|So Horneck cried out, and they came straight at him,-- 12286|And he missed his aim, and went in for the death. 12286|But in an instant the little fellow 12286|Was at the side of a great good man, 12286|With a cap of draw-string red, 12286|And a cap of Lincoln green, 12286|And a cap of every band,-- 12286|And he asked him--'Who made this cap? 12286|What colour are those two striped bands?' 12286|The good old man replied, 'My dear Horneck, 12286|I made it myself.' 12286|'I see your cap,' said the little man, 12286|'Is it made of Lincoln green?' 12286|'Made it myself, my friend.' 12286|His friend then said, 'Come, give it me,-- 12286|Don't ask questions, my dear Horneck, 12286|I feel very cross, I suppose, 12286|When young men wear ill-made caps. 12286|And they're not, Horneck, made of Lincoln green-- 12286|They're made of old wives' yarn; 12286|So take it clean away, my dear Horneck, 12286|And let me see you wash it in the stream. 12286|'And here's a cap of draw---------- 12286|What is it, my dear Horneck, you wear 12286|Every day you go a-fishing? 12286|Is it made of Lincoln or some cap 12286|Made by my poor draw---------brigadier?' 12286|'Oh!' said the good old man, 12286|'You'll see it wear at break of day, 12286|But not at dinner-time, my Horneck: 12286|For till _you bring me back your Lincoln green cap_, 12286|You'll wear but old-fashioned Lincoln green. 12286|'I love it! I love it!' 12286|And all the while the cap was hanging 12286|(His poor old eyes it was hanging on) 12286|'And your old style, my Horneck,-- 12286|I'd give my top hat to have some Lincoln 12286|In it, if I could see it come down.' 12286|'Then I'll let it hang, my Horneck, 12286|It's not quite the style as you would give it-- 12286|Old-fashioned, old-fashioned!--now hang it; 12286|But your old style, my Horneck.' 12286|The little man had now grown up at last, 12286|After him the other children followed with 12286|The cry of 'Mother!' hoarse and frequent, 12286|His mother stood before them, and she made 12286|To say good bye; but they told her no, 12286|So that her arms she shut on her breast, 12286|And turned away; then to her children said, 12286|'Let me sit within the doorway--Mother, 12286|I can't leave you without the stair.' 12286|Away they went in the mother's pride. 12286|Of all unhappy women we've none, 12286|But she could make a worsted thread lace hat 12286|To cover up the eyes of old Horneck, 12286|When she should go away from home. 12286|Away they went from home, and out of sight, 12286|And down the steepest hill the house they passed, 12286|And soon had they reached a woodland brake, 12286|An easy walk for them to take. 12286|And now the mother, in her eager haste, 12286|Had brought up her oldest child alone,-- 12286|'What ails you, what makes you, mother?' he cried. 12286 ======================================== SAMPLE 3420 ======================================== 27885|A little thing like me, 27885|You're a lovely thing 27885|With that little twinkling tail. 27885|I don't think I'll ever get 27885|To buy a collar for you, 27885|You're so tiny, you're so sweet, 27885|I'm sure I'll wear your tail 27885|The whole of my life long! 27885|"Why don't you tell me the name of your bird?" 27885|The little grey goose that listened on the wing, 27885|"I cannot name it that is very far away, 27885|The waters of Sarajevo are white and deep, 27885|The red-breast is living on the mountain side, 27885|And that little grey goose is resting on the nest. 27885|"I wonder where it is and what it is about, 27885|I have never met it in the fields or meadows green, 27885|But there it goes, and then it comes again, what is it?" 27885|Ah, little grey goose, when the sun sinks low, 27885|Your song awakes me! 27885|"Where are the hills and the mountains of yours with snow on them?" 27885|The little grey-winged herons sail by on the wing; 27885|The little grey goose and grey-winging thrush are there, 27885|And that little grey-winged heron is cooing in tune. 27885|"I wonder if it is my mate at the winter's moon. 27885|I have never heard it spoken or said so loud, 27885|No, for it cannot be, when the moon has got a glare, 27885|I cannot answer him there!" 27885|"I know that there are the hills and the mountains of yours; 27885|But I must go, for the sun is low and far away, 27885|And I cannot answer him when the hills and clouds are white." 27885|Ah, little grey-wing on the wing, how you flutter-- 27885|I can give you no answer, but turn back to the plain! 27885|The little grey-winged herons flock by the stream, 27885|Over the snow they come and disappear; 27885|The little grey-winged herons flutter and disappear; 27885|The little grey-winged heron sobs on the nest's wood edge. 27885|"And is't true," I said to myself, with weary and care, 27885|"I know that the hills and the mountains are gone away; 27885|But can it be that the little grey goose will return? 27885|The little grey heron has fled. 27885|Oh, what shall I do? 27885|I cannot answer for my own feathers; but I know 27885|It may be he flies there in his flight. 27885|"For I know no day so cold and dreary-- 27885|But I know he is coming when the day is done; 27885|And it may be that he has seen the little grey goose 27885|Go out to pasture once again!" 27885|"Ah! do not weep, little grey goose, 27885|You cannot name that dear little grey one so; 27885|The old bird is far away, 27885|The young one is waiting to be born!" 27885|"I know not how this is to be, 27885|And it shall surely be when I am dead, 27885|For the sun and I are wedded, and the stars shine out!" 27885|Then I will try to tell you, to my cost! 27885|How a little old man may teach a little one 27885|To speak and walk and laugh, in spite of pain. 27885|To be a little old person. 27885|There is a little old man in America, 27885|Crowned and rich, he is, as is most of his class. 27885|The little old man in America, 27885|Takes the oath of office with a solemn look: 27885|"I, the little old man of Providence, 27885|Am come to take the charge of this great nation-- 27885|To shepherd its cause on earth, and to rear 27885|Its pyre-fires in the sky. 27885|"I am not a man of lofty birth, 27885|Or my father's house is called the most royal, 27885| ======================================== SAMPLE 3430 ======================================== 36954|And the little white thing on the pillow, 36954|Who knows what she may have seen and done! 36954|But this, of course, is the only way; 36954|Not by asking at the schoolhouse door, 36954|In a hurry to learn the language, 36954|But by coming at it calmly on 36954|Through the long, long days of school-education. 36954|If, somehow, you've an easy walk, 36954|A nice place to put your hand, 36954|A home where you can live and eat, 36954|Why stop you there? 36954|Why not stay and do the things 36954|You've learned at school? 36954|Why not stand so much in the sun, 36954|In the trees, in the rain? 36954|Why not, where good things must be, 36954|Stray on about the world, 36954|Glad of all that's fair to see, 36954|And glad of all that's bad? 36954|Why not be glad of _all_, by and by? 36954|_Why not be glad of this, and other things,_ 36954|The very very thing you had in mind, 36954|I've often wondered: for the one thing 36954|You seldom, if you can, mention to me; 36954|I find it so impossible to guess, 36954|It has been growing on me day by day, 36954|And I'm glad if it's not in the right. 36954|Now I tell you if aught can possibly touch 36954|My heart, it is you. I can't tell you how 36954|You come and make the long, long walk from home, 36954|And make my room so warm and bright and wide; 36954|But, when the light is dim with dew, or you 36954|Lonely at night--with face so sad and wan-- 36954|When there is nobody in the room, and you 36954|Are left in the dark, to watch the snow, 36954|And watch the white white flakes of snowfall flake, 36954|I am glad. I'd like to give myself up 36954|To nothing at all but loving you. 36954|For I have always been so ready to love you. 36954|I can believe I'd kill a mouse or two 36954|To meet your eyes again, and know you there, 36954|The very same dear eyes that, after school, 36954|I loved to see--the eyes I never more 36954|Will see, for I am glad to be away 36954|From school at last, and happy to forget. 36954|But, no, dear heart, if you were still in school 36954|To give me back those dear, familiar eyes, 36954|I'd give not even that, my own dearly paid 36954|And faithful darling eyes, for only then 36954|A happy man you'd be to me, in heaven. 36954|You are not always happy; some things turn 36954|Frightful and hard to bear when you are sad, 36954|And you can never really be happy, 36954|Unless you try to be. 36954|I'm sure I'm not alone in that conviction; 36954|If that is all the answer you can find, 36954|You'll want to hear a thing or two more from me; 36954|So if I'm wrong, ask Heaven that it try. 36954|I wonder how it happens? What's the answer? 36954|Who knows? Do tell me, oh! why don't men 36954|Who love a girl and make a promise hold 36954|To hold their hands a little more? 36954|But then, she's the one 36954|Who's just a simple girl 36954|Who is so much loved by us 36954|She has a splendid name. 36954|Who has a lovely home full of good spirits, no doubt? 36954|She had a home in that old house once,--but in a different place. 36954|It is not the same, I really think; and I can't say 36954|It isn't odd, perhaps; but it's only a trifle strange 36954|To me, as I have said. 36954|And this, it looks, 36954|I think, to me, 36954|Is really the first ======================================== SAMPLE 3440 ======================================== 1719|Then the great man rose to his horse, and rode forth to the war 1719|From the castle of Worms, and there he stood beside the 1719|battlements of the White Horse, watching till the tide should drive 1719|Horses and men, for all things, one from another had made 1719|fate, and he saw the White Horse close at the castle wall. 1719|And the King he knew by his own eyes--the King he knew by his 1719|ear. 1719|But he spake to God in prayer, and the voice of God was saying, 1719|"The King of kings, be thou my guide and guide, 1719|For his house is fallen and his kingdom lies in the hands 1719|of man! 1719|He hath left a strong castle in a wise land under a bright sky, 1719|And I fear for the world and for the kingdoms that lie in his days. 1719|And yet, though God cry to me, lead me home, guide me home, 1719|I cannot see what he will do, and so I cannot choose, 1719|I fain would be true and fight the enemies of God." 1719|He sat beneath the lindens in the castle yard, and over all, 1719|The high and open windows shining as the day; 1719|And the great wall, a black wall, and one foot in the grave, 1719|Yet there was a grace in the castle that was glad to lie. 1719|And a man might love the castle of King Arthur 1719|For it might be a house, a little house within reach, 1719|With a lawn well mown in the spring and a rose when the season was 1719|The great knight, king Arthur, the King of kings, 1719|Came riding down like a man who has found God. 1719|He came riding down to the war from Camelot, 1719|To the war from the battle that was there at Worms, 1719|And he called the knights of the King to the Council of the White Horse, 1719|And he saw a light in the darkness and thought, "We are all at rest, 1719|Here is a land that abides, though we might not be there. 1719|"Here is a shield and so many a sword, but now God speaketh, 1719|For out of the castle all this joy is given to a few; 1719|Only a little thing lies under the linden twined on the walls, 1719|There is a King whom no man knoweth and woe stands unmade between 1719|And the king rode back with his knights to the tower of glass, 1719|To the tower of glass, to the tower of the sun at sunset, 1719|To the tower of the fire and the light that burns down the west. 1719|"For there is no place like home, and the voice of it in my heart 1719|Tells not for whom my feet are bound, and yet the way is well 1719|For I have seen the face of friends, and I have known their faces, 1719|But I have never seen them face to face, and now, O my King, 1719|I know them all for one man alone in one place, 1719|"A place where the wind comes, and the voice whispers, 1719|But I have never heard the nightingale at close of day, 1719|And I am ready for death to stand on the road to the grave, 1719|If God have given me death to be one day one with God, 1719|And I shall be true and fight the enemies of my race. 1719|"And my life shall be nothing and my blood shall be low, 1719|And every man shall give a gift to me, a stone and a sword, 1719|And if he dare, I shall not swerve, the sword will not fail." 1719|And the white horse came thundering down upon the crowd 1719|With the cry of the king's white horse, and men looked up 1719|Shrieking at the horses as the horsemen passed: 1719|"The King may send and send not," they said. "For your father 1719|Called the old knights at the Council of the White Horse, 1719|And the old men from all King Arthur's lands. 1719|"And he cried, 'Hither, hither, hither,' 1719|"And ======================================== SAMPLE 3450 ======================================== 3468|Till they reach the sea and see its foam 3468|Foaming and foaming. 3468|Then with the light of dawned day, 3468|Towards the west the sun did rise, 3468|And the winds howled till they blew 3468|Blind water to the sky. 3468|Swiftly went the ship and swift-- 3468|As the days grew long and fainter 3468|The night fell; a great ship's blast 3468|Bore the gray waters away. 3468|No help! the ship was lost to help. 3468|In vain the sailors prayed, 3468|And the ship lay there alone 3468|While they sought at last a shore. 3468|A sound of the sea came low. 3468|The sailors at the mast-head 3468|Cried out with eyes on fire, 3468|"O it is there, indeed! 3468|Here let us live and die!" 3468|Then in they went from land; 3468|And their men beside them saw 3468|The ship in the waves foam-crested 3468|Like a flower blown down to earth. 3468|When the sun sank to the deeps 3468|Of the east a little ship 3468|Rose up from the sea, bright 3468|Through the dim west unfold. 3468|A ship of gold and black, 3468|And the sea was dark around. 3468|"O where is the ship now?" 3468|Saith one at the mast-head. 3468|"We brought her up from the deep, 3468|And set her on a rock! 3468|And the ship is gone from sight!" 3468|When the night descended 3468|On the shore the sailors sat 3468|And heard the waves rise and fall. 3468|"O we are lost!" cried one, 3468|"There is nothing here! 3468|Is not our ship gone down the sea?" 3468|"Nor is there much to fear: 3468|The sea is dark and deep, 3468|And there is not a light to see." 3468|Out of the sea a cloud 3468|Falls and a ship may yet be found. 3468|"Farewell, shipmate! all in God's name! 3468|Farewell, ship! it is we!" 3468|"Yea and further, sailor-maid, 3468|Ye shall never find her, 3468|And all about the sea there is not a stone 3468|To link our drowned crew with thee." 3468|When our ship was gone we had nought to show, 3468|Nothing, save a bare hilltop in God's sight; 3468|For what had we to do with her save her, 3468|When all our prayers and weeping were vain? 3468|A rock! a rock! A rock! it seems to say, 3468|"O my feet, with me is nothing good!" 3468|And what made that stone to make us glad? 3468|What made that rock to make us glad? 3468|Though we be dead and with no shrouds 3468|That the waters we were drowned in-- 3468|The sea was not one of them-- 3468|We were glad, for we stood together there! 3468|The day was long; the light was dim; 3468|They set a stone upon my heart 3468|In the darkness in my room. 3468|"Now give me tears," said my child, 3468|"For I shall never rise and see 3468|In England all her sailors come, 3468|The land, and the sea, and the sky, 3468|And the sun be glad again!" 3468|Now that the night had brought relief, 3468|I made my children weep no more 3468|When I looked for my wife afar. 3468|"I will kneel down at thy feet, 3468|The very dear one that drew 3468|My heart from me ere I was dead. 3468|I will have no more time now 3468|To fret me in the darkness 3468|With any other thought, 3468|But pray and be content 3468|In that dear land of God." 3468|He knelt down on his knees and 3468|He prayed without rebuke: ======================================== SAMPLE 3460 ======================================== 1719|There was a sound of laughter and a sound of weeping 1719|On the sea-waves, 1719|And the voices of souls under earth, and their white flocks 1719|Under the sky, 1719|And he raised the cedar up, and he spoke, "There is sorrow, 1719|But not death as yet for me." 1719|And the cedar swung and rocked and rocked and rocked like a sconce 1719|In the wind, 1719|And the little leaves fluttered and tossed and were tossed, 1719|He was as the wind. 1719|But where the white wings fluttered, where the dark wings swung-- 1719|There he lay and heard the sea-bird laugh as it laughed along, 1719|And the sun looked out as the sun looked out of his hand 1719|Where the great green tree-tops were, and the grass and the sea; 1719|And he laughed like that, and he heard the wind blow, and he heard 1719|The sea-bird singing, and the sea-bird laughing, and the wind 1719|Crying like the wind, and the tree-tops crying out and over 1719|To the sky, 1719|And under the tree-tops shouting, while the great leaves flickered, 1719|To the sea, 1719|And under the tree-tops shouting, while the great leaves flickered, 1719|In the evening as he lay and watched the night pass, 1719|In the evening hour when all is over, there was not one 1719|One word of any more from him, and the wind came and went 1719|All the while he slept. 1719|"Not yet," said the sea. 1719|And there he lay and watched the night pass, while day came. 1719|"Not yet," said the night. 1719|The sea came in to land on the shining sands of the sea, 1719|And the stars came out of the sky in a white flame of stars of light 1719|And the sea-birds flew into the sky like the wind from the land, 1719|With its long light wings and their naked arms, and their throats 1719|Rising white and round as the sea-shells in a wind-filled world. 1719|And one went up on the sands, and one went down in the sea: 1719|And their voices were as wind and fire on the sands of the sea. 1719|Out of their hands and out of their eyes and out of their faces, 1719|Shrill as the battle-cry of their countrymen--a cry of spite, 1719|A cry of a thousand years that shook the shivering worlds, 1719|A cry of scorn and scorn that mocked the old Earth through, 1719|And the pale grey eyes of death, and mocked, all mocking and scorn. 1719|And still they went up and down, and still they held their peace; 1719|But never they came down from the heights where the high land lies. 1719|And never they came down from the heights where the high lands are tall, 1719|So all night did the great King speak on his secret strings 1719|To the King on the Throne of England by the sacred voice of his God. 1719|Singing a word he did not know by the holy angel's words, 1719|Till death with the sea lay heavy on him, and the tide was wide, 1719|And at last the night's end, when the far cry of the sea and land 1719|Passed over the blue islands in the wind and the grey islands in the sky. 1719|By the great high-way of the sea, and the green-dark green sea of the sea. 1719|With three times the tide of the day and thrice as many hours. 1719|We, children, that are all grown up and leave school, 1719|We dance with the light wind, and we work with the reeds, 1719|We follow the stream on its path in summer and weather, 1719|What will you do when I am dead to you and far away? 1719|I will make you little nests on the eaves of the high trees, 1719|And with yellow wings will let you sail above the sea. 1719|You will sing songs in the golden air of summer, 1719|But I will hold your words and hold your words to you now. 1719|I shall hear like a father the low ======================================== SAMPLE 3470 ======================================== 37752|And all the day he had a dream 37752|That she wasn't fair to see. 37752|But he went in, she never returned, 37752|And he said all that he could; 37752|He begged for a kiss, he begged for a word, 37752|But she turned right away. 37752|He went wandering through the city streets-- 37752|She would not give a single word; 37752|'Twas bitter cold in the bitter cold weather, 37752|And he'd never see her more. 37752|I'll paint the face that your darling had 37752|And the shape that a lily's face paint, 37752|But she looks not here, nor will she come 37752|Till a glass of a sweet veranda fills 37752|The silence of a garden walk. 37752|A face I see in my dream, 37752|I remember, I remember 37752|When we were young and fair, 37752|And I was happy and wise. 37752|I will paint this face that you see 37752|As your darling's wife in her grave, 37752|Because I have dreamt of a time 37752|To lay my head on your breast. 37752|I have gone through many years, 37752|Through many countries, and seen many wars, 37752|And have been to many countries since, 37752|But my heart and my mind are the same 37752|I know the words we say in a dream 37752|Away, away, at sea, 37752|Where are those lips of hers? 37752|They murmur in the night, 37752|As though of some wild matter; 37752|Is there a deeper night to my mind 37752|Than theirs to-day? 37752|In those happy words they say, 37752|I do remember it is she whose words 37752|Begin the silence of the grave. 37752|In those words she smiles once more, 37752|And all the world is still; 37752|She smiles once more on the dead, 37752|As I look on her dead face, 37752|And the tears of a life that is done 37752|Begin to run. 37752|That smiling is not always death, 37752|No, it is not; and she still 37752|May smile when all is light, 37752|As they still may love and say 37752|Upon the lips that still are sweet. 37752|But I have watched that smiling still 37752|For years and years; 37752|And I wonder if there is less 37752|A sadness in that smile 37752|Than you can understand, 37752|Or if it is a sign of the rest 37752|Of her still living sleep. 37752|The night is dark and the wind is high, 37752|And the sea the place of dream; 37752|And the night is dark, and the wind is high, 37752|While sail after sail is blown. 37752|She is sitting by the sea, 37752|And the wind is like a wild-boar's tongue 37752|Clashing in the night air; 37752|The long dead ships are swinging wide, 37752|That came to take this isle;-- 37752|A thing that is not, a thing that is not, 37752|And is not any more: 37752|The sea-wind is the tongue of the sea-bird 37752|To the sea-bird by the sea-- 37752|But the night is dark, and the wind is loud 37752|And the sea is dead and high. 37752|And the dark is heavy with darkness 37752|And the wind is like a breath; 37752|But the great stars are like eyes of God 37752|That see not; they have no light, 37752|But the night is dark, and the wind is deep 37752|And the waves are wild and great; 37752|And they light up the deep for all men's seeing 37752|That look upon the dead. 37752|I saw in the shadow 37752|The light of another day, 37752|And I knew that the thing I sought 37752|In the shadow lay just ahead 37752|On the way to the future's end, 37752|Whither my soul would take its way 37752|In the silent years to be. ======================================== SAMPLE 3480 ======================================== 16688|Then he took the _Cotton-leaf_, 16688|And he put it on his chin 16688|To look full fair and smart. 16688|The _Red Hyacinth_ she took, 16688|And painted it with grace; 16688|And she put on a bright blue cap, 16688|And a blue ribbon bound. 16688|He took a _Rose_ in his hand, 16688|It was full fair and red: 16688|And he gave a leaf to a child, 16688|That little boy's delight. 16688|Then he took the _Melons_, and 16688|He put them in his pocket; 16688|He didn't know which they were, 16688|But he thought he'd a lock of them. 16688|And he took some _Apple-nuts_, 16688|And he placed them by his side, 16688|So he didn't look like a feyther 16688|In himself, or in the world. 16688|"What is the use of living, you know," said he? 16688|To make your wits of you, my Dear? 16688|Oh, he'd a more pleasing task: 16688|To be a child that never grew bald: 16688|A child that never took a bath 16688|Nor drank a cup of tea; 16688|But hung his head on end, and shed 16688|A dewy tear-drop every day; 16688|With him to be a man of sway 16688|In realms below,--a prince in place. 16688|His mother's soul would fain have borne 16688|A mother's fondness for his sake; 16688|But God would have made _him_ the more, 16688|When she came down from heaven's sky. 16688|_The boy loved apples_ (I know it!) 16688|_They might have made a fair boy go; 16688|But he'd prefer some other food, 16688|And think it very wrong to die._ 16688|To him the sweetest, nestliest flowers 16688|That grow within the eye of day, 16688|From morning brightness and the morn, 16688|He'd pluck, and in their beauty press; 16688|And then the fragrant summer bowers, 16688|That lie before the peasant's door, 16688|With all the dewy flowers that lie 16688|Within their leafy walks at night; 16688|He'd wish their odors every day 16688|Would fade into an army-green, 16688|And wintry-scented goblets flow 16688|To crown the brow of Pride with wine; 16688|Then wish the autumn fields of joy, 16688|And all their wealth of yellow leaves; 16688|He'd wish the days of happy mirth 16688|Could come again with many a bustle 16688|And hurry of a merry throng. 16688|And when at last he'd wear away 16688|His autumnal store of wit, 16688|He'd look around in joy sublime, 16688|And think, the years were small as they. 16688|The world is full of noise and care; 16688|How little to be happy are. 16688|But we will look for pleasure still, 16688|And live the life of youth again. 16688|The man that takes the trouble to 16688|Play at the game of life, 16688|Like him, and to win the crown 16688|That no man yet has won, 16688|Is sure of royal privilege 16688|And he shall rule a mighty realm; 16688|His pleasure is to please; 16688|He rules with quiet, and with health 16688|His dwelling is the best, 16688|And his joy is in his realm 16688|Of his great kingdom,--the green isle; 16688|He loves its seasons, and he dreads 16688|To pass the lonely nights 16688|Of summer, on the scorching board 16688|Of the summer's fiery heat; 16688|But the sun shines forth at last, 16688|And a glorious glory it brings; 16688|He is happy, and he lives to see 16688|His kingdom rising on the green. 16688|Oh, blessed is that man who now grows old! 16688|He bears ======================================== SAMPLE 3490 ======================================== 8187|"There, as I told you, was my husband's ghost, 8187|"The first time he had worn that mask of clay, 8187|"And _such_ a look, it looked much like him. 8187|"But oh! it was a cruel, cruel mask, 8187|"The most _so_ ghastly as ever man wore; 8187|"And that it wore it up when they would _nod_, 8187|"That meant the man himself felt not the same." 8187|The Widow's Wager. 8187|When first I went to market, my father said, 'Now no man shall win a wife, 8187|"Oh for her life! come live with me, she's my only daughter;"-- 8187|His last words were--"I'm your father then, you'll have my daughter;" 8187|And in a week he was dead, and I saw him by his sister's side, 8187|Come live with us, come live with us,--I'm your only daughter; 8187|And by his grave there was _one_ sister left, and they kissed each other: 8187|We, too, were happy,--she as happy as we could be;--but, oh! 8187|How soon _I_ was _his_ only child,--and he's _I's_ none now! 8187|Oh! think what it would be if _I_ had to sell you for sordid drachmas: 8187|All that a mother did to make you blest your father would do, 8187|And he did the best he could, but he'd be very much worse soon. 8187|And it's _mine_--it's _mine_--and I only wish him well; 8187|And if you'll purchase, as I sure will, it's no matter what,-- 8187|As I said, my dear boy, there's _such_ a man as's waiting for you; 8187|When with a heart that's all _my_ and with a lip that's all _he_;-- 8187|Oh! how you'd feel, now it _is_ your tender father's _own_! 8187|Come live with us, come live with us,--I'm your only daughter; 8187|And when you are married, I know _your_ heart will be as kind 8187|As brother or mother,--and when you _are married_ for me, 8187|Oh! how I'd love to be the man you've become our Father's girl! 8187|What a joy is it, dear, to think your father will soon be well-- 8187|To _wait_ to hear him _talking_ of Mary, with whom I've so hoped 8187|That we shall never--never--see again such a face as his! 8187|My dear Little Girl,--_when she's her father's dead_, 8187|He'll leave the care of _this_ for me and you; 8187|And so, when _he looks like him_, he's sure to "sleep like me;" 8187|For the love _of his poor dear_--he's sure to love _me_! 8187|Yes, when he's _gone_, so 'tis certain he'll "come back to us," 8187|And we'll all be _his_ people again, if _he's_ still alive! 8187|The widow'd man from a bygone age, 8187|Wiping the tears from her eyes, 8187|Look'd back with a smile on that fair face 8187|By my side which she had fled. 8187|Her first and last hope was left behind, 8187|And the tears did that restoration show 8187|As if still that smile she had flung 8187|Might have softened that weary look. 8187|And I gazed--but 'twas nothing more, 8187|Than merely a passing thought-- 8187|Thoughts, that could never come again, 8187|Could never come but from me. 8187|Oh, but the picture would be true, 8187|And all I felt then would be; 8187|The first kiss--that sweet, farewell kiss-- 8187|Would ever be dear to me! 8187|For still, like its picture, life's stream 8187|That weaves an almost endless chain 8187|Of joys and woes thro' every day-- 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 3500 ======================================== 1471|And the moon is full of stars 1471|And the air is full of birds 1471|There's nothing to dread-- 1471|_Love-quaver_; all is well; 1471|_Quaver, quiver_; 1471|The world is full of youth, 1471|The world is glad with health, 1471|With love, with hope, with cheer 1471|There's nothing to fear-- 1471|_Love-quaver_; none is ill; 1471|_Quiver, quiver_; 1471|The sun is in the sky, 1471|The wind is in the sea 1471|To make a wondrous day, 1471|With fair, the new moon; 1471|And my love, she's mine, 1471|O wind by night, O sun! 1471|I am all alone with thee 1471|For whom we twain must part; 1471|The wind doth shake my boughs, 1471|The moon hath shaken mine eyes; 1471|But mine heart is still bereaved 1471|Of its longed-for lover-- 1471|_Love-quaver_, 1471|With his heart-throb in mine eyes:- 1471|I cannot meet him, love, 1471|For ever--or you never 1471|Would know him. I cannot live 1471|When he is gone! Ah, Love, 1471|I am all alone with thee! 1471|In the olden times, ere man went from the East, 1471|There was a little girl named Iole, 1471|And she lived in the house of the great king Nylah, 1471|And Nylah ate and drank and had much business.-- 1471|How did you come to be the son of God? 1471|What's the use of asking and of asking, 1471|When the soul knows as much as the soul knows? 1471|I told the story--that is the use-- 1471|And you knew the story, too, I suppose, 1471|As you listened to the story and told it over. 1471|But, I don't know, though I told the story, 1471|It seemed like a false story to me; 1471|For the soul knows as much as the soul knows, 1471|As we two sit together, O friend, here, 1471|In the old familiar hall, O friend, here. 1471|You have a kind of a smile on your lip, 1471|And a kind of a laugh in your laugh; 1471|There's a light in your kind eyes that is rare, 1471|That a poet's soul might behold. 1471|You are glad of the kind looks you give, 1471|Or the kind smiles that you show; 1471|You are proud of the kind hair that stands 1471|On your golden head in the sun. 1471|I remember 1471|As I stand 1471|Forlorn and gray, in the early fall of day, 1471|And watch the sun go vanishing down the west, 1471|Trees grow and grow, and grow, in the leafy mist, 1471|With stars and flowers and blossoms, and dew, 1471|As far as eye can see from far away; 1471|And a bird sings out its joy, and dreams of a land 1471|Out of the land of dreams in the flowery land of youth:- 1471|When I was young, 1471|Out in the fields, 1471|I often sat, 1471|'Mong bright red berries, 1471|That piled one by one 1471|From the high hills, into the peaceful waters, where 1471|They gladdened my childhood, and I loved to hear 1471|The lisping tune of the swallows' twittering song. 1471|I love to feel 1471|On my bones and back 1471|The load of earth, 1471|And, underneath, my soul in heaven, at rest; 1471|When, year by year, 1471|I thrust 1471|My body out 1471|From the sward, and, as I plodded on, 1471|The grass grew greener, and the flowers grew fairer, 1471|And I thought not of my childhood's parting, or Death ======================================== SAMPLE 3510 ======================================== 1745|Of his own fleshly parts, or to the ground 1745|Or to some other space dispos'd, ere hee 1745|Could for himself a living inhabit. 1745|This is the state in which his Maker gave 1745|All his great Works, and for his own subsistence 1745|Sustaind Mankind: He cannot live on Earth 1745|Nor would; both Things wanting, onely, content 1745|In death, the other not obtaining, Death 1745|Consuming him if not enjoyd; that life 1745|Thus endur'd (and what else like say not) Death. 1745|Which in thy mind, dear Daughter, now seems wisest, 1745|Which of the Infinite Grandeur you most admire, 1745|The First Cause, in Supremest praise, attributes 1745|To Nature, and to Man, His first Author dear, 1745|With all his works perfet, and to permisc't Earth, 1745|On which he now so justly reaps the fruit 1745|Of his intensest Virtues; for that all 1745|By him are perfected, and his providence 1745|Thus ends his race: That all his progeny 1745|May safety find in safety, and safety give 1745|To himselfe, for he hath wrought them so controules, 1745|That none on them stands in admirations, 1745|Or on their Safety cares; but deem they gaind 1745|By Man alone; his lot by descent fair wodes 1745|From bounteous God; what could not else be endured 1745|Severe, were it endured, how pitie sooll 1745|To hold up with despised contempt the similitude 1745|Of God in Man? who would believe, who would comprehend? 1745|Thus he his argument, though strong, refutes: 1745|Though in thy mind it seem at first seemd apparent, 1745|Yet in my words shall deafnes be find, who read. 1745|Thus having said, his theme advanced he forth 1745|Replete with fury with large words full of hurt, 1745|Wrong commencing at the second part, and last: 1745|Though I reject his decree, yet must I confess 1745|The meanes well worthy to ascend to His decree, 1745|Who justly should prevail, and rightly to pass 1745|Next up to last: what then is this Order joind 1745|Of opposites that oppresss this Order ill? 1745|Which last rebukd, that all must alike obey 1745|But God is by his Counsellor just and right, 1745|And by his laws able: though who obeys them varies, 1745|Yet who obeys all must likewise by his law be ruled; 1745|If God unjust, then those likewise unjust! fall: 1745|But if in favour with that justness from above 1745|Which binds together all created things 1745|He as a creature just, and of divine state 1745|Well pleased, from substance of which all things are 1745|Pure and in substance perfect, must well seem 1745|That by obedience due, he must exactly 1745|Substantiate all things; and by perfection 1745|Concreted, must make all perfection in him. 1745|This is mistaken; for God is affilt|Not to perfection of a thing 1745|By covenant or treaty, but by his own 1745|Pure substance; and by that unity alone 1745|Fit to participate voluntary 1745|His dominion; which by negociation 1745|Is kept and securitie seals up all thirarts. 1745|What then shall end this quarrel? If God not so, 1745|Shall violence then against him be amendd? 1745|To whom without delay the Angelous 1745|With reasoning words resolv'd: Why should not Violence 1745|Vex libertie as well as Caprice, and strike 1745|With just retribution? For from a source 1745|Unknown, and yet unmeasur'd, we conclude 1745|That ought and ill, as is their custom, are 1745|Contingent to happen; which, if they happen, 1745|We must ensue; and to that end we must 1745|Attend: for no creature can contain himself, 1745|But by his necessity; which being known 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 3520 ======================================== A bird!--that, singing, 27221|That song of praise, 27221|That bird of song, 27221|From thee it came; 27221|And he that brought the gem, 27221|It was his own. 27221|This gem he brought, 27221|A bird for his delight, 27221|A singing bird, 27221|Who, singing high, 27221|Upon the heath 27221|Sung sweetly his song, 27221|And rapture was his, 27221|O, rapture was his! 27221|Then, when his song 27221|Was ended,-- 27221|His friend, by chance, 27221|Came riding on,-- 27221|The friendly stranger, 27221|In his arms he laid, 27221|(That he might feel 27221|The weight of his wings,) 27221|And, "Possess," he cried, 27221|"The heath of many a day, 27221|And, if I may, 27221|The heath of Spring! 27221|"But the heath!"--he cried, 27221|"The oaks and the firs, 27221|And the birches of St. John, 27221|Shall from my fingers depart, 27221|And with them, love! 27221|The heath of many a day, 27221|The oaks and the firs, 27221|My footsteps will pursue, 27221|Ere long will depart. 27221|"And, when once a year 27221|I pass the heath,"-- 27221|The honest blighter, 27221|In his native land, 27221|Might take his flight 27221|To the mountain-herb,-- 27221|Perhaps then his heart 27221|Would be moved to pity, 27221|For he ne'er was able, 27221|With the oaks to hold. 27221|And when, at mid-winter, 27221|The fields were dry, 27221|And the winds were low, 27221|He roved for berries, 27221|And sought them on the plain. 27221|Ah, p'rhaps it might be so, 27221|For the season comes so early, 27221|When all the fields are dried; 27221|Then the wind is loud, 27221|And the birds forget their sport, 27221|And the flowers their treasures cast, 27221|But he lingered not, 27221|And he found no braver boy, 27221|In the hills of the plain, 27221|He found no braver boy, 27221|And he led him not his way 27221|To the fields of April, 27221|Where the violets blow, 27221|Where the violets blow, 27221|And the lilies white 27221|In the springtime swell. 27221|He spread a garland gay, 27221|Of the scented breezes, 27221|And the larks so free, 27221|To deck the youthful brow. 27221|But a little while 27221|The shades of evening hung: 27221|At length a breeze came on 27221|Which brought the moon alone. 27221|And there she shone again, 27221|With silver lids, serene, 27221|And a soft ray met 27221|His eyes for answer. 27221|"Behold in what majestic bloom, 27221|His locks of gold," he said, 27221|"Are wreathed with scintillating rays; 27221|Or, if their lids with solemn swim 27221|O'erhang their raven eyes, 27221|As they shall rest in deathless bloom, 27221|O, then my glance may see 27221|The first love-fireside. 27221|"And, were my soul in that fair frame, 27221|That thought will scan 27221|Its course as with the gentle zephyr's: 27221|It will be life's best dream, 27221|To think the moment true, 27221|With spirits blest." 27221|And thus to a sweet spirit gave, 27221|His love-word, his last, 27221|The charming dream of heaven in life. 27221|A maiden and her lover were walking up ======================================== SAMPLE 3530 ======================================== 24869|This, Sítá, I shall give when I go hence, 24869|But thou shalt take from me the pledge thou hast here.” 24869|Canto LXIII. The Flight. 24869|He, by his speech persuaded, his words heard 24869|As he took all the pledge he bound around, 24869|And flew into the sky. 24869|As Ráma flew to the blissful skies 24869|Upsprang Vibhishaṇ forth, the saint whose eyes 24869|With burning ardour ever burn for fame, 24869|Like a great moon in his full beauty clad. 24869|He, when he saw the Prince who came to bear 24869|This heavy burden of unceasing care, 24869|Felt the warm blood within him throb and beat, 24869|And, conscious, thus the hero made reply: 24869|“I came, O Vánar King, in search of thou, 24869|Whose tender looks and tender words I trace; 24869|And now, good brother, I the promise hear 24869|Which thou with reverence shalt unto me give. 24869|Not far off is thy dwelling, and not far 24869|From thee is Sítá, for the yearning of thy soul. 24869|I bade thee to my presence hasten fast, 24869|And bid thee, O Vánar King, my words obey. 24869|Thy heart I judge has not the heart to know 24869|The joys of home, how joyous is the fare 24869|With which the heart is thrilled 24869|With ardour to behold the loved ones well. 24869|Now, ere your passage hither you may see, 24869|If thou with me thy home and bliss will find, 24869|This pledge I give thee, Vánar chieftain, keep: 24869|A thousand ta-sel tusks the best receive.” 24869|Then Ráma took the sacred tusks, and made 24869|His choice of wood with which the bows were fashioned. 24869|The sacred wood he took, and fashioned bow, 24869|Then bade his charioteer bring the gift, 24869|And Ráma followed in the chariot borne 24869|The Vánar to his own reserved home. 24869|And now returned to Lanká’s lofty town, 24869|He gave his thanks to every lord 24869|And lord’s representative, and prayed 24869|That Sítá, her dear brother, there might rest. 24869|Aisí and Kála, and the bowers 24869|Of Bharadvája, and every height 24869|Where gods and hermits meet, the Vánar passed. 24869|Canto LXIV. The Meeting. 24869|And Ráma, with his brother by his side, 24869|Plied thither all his best endeavour, 24869|And when each noble under whom he stood 24869|Was named in honor ere departing hence, 24869|The son of Raghu thus to Sítá cried: 24869|“O Queen, our distant home is near: 24869|Come, let us, in the meadows, play.” 24869|As thus in words like these he viewed 24869|The daughter of his mother came, 24869|Aisí, that sweet-smiling pair, 24869|On Raghu’s son to play before. 24869|The youth with joy began to view 24869|The genial meeting, and was fain 24869|To sport with Aisí, sweet to see, 24869|And playful, playful and playful sweet. 24869|Then Ráma, as the lady spake, 24869|Sang for the lady’s hearing him. 24869|“O see the sight and listen to: 24869|In Lanká’s town our feet lay waste 24869|When Aisí, the flower of womankind, 24869|Meets us from the city stray. 24869|Fair is my name, and great my fame, 24869|But no divine name like mine can shine 24869|Like that of Lord Mahendra’s son:(816) 24869|Who died a hero, and is borne 24869|Back to his parents earth-sh ======================================== SAMPLE 3540 ======================================== 8187|The _gondok'row_ (or 'gaffer' for short) is the 8187|English man's national drink for a simple old time. 8187|At the bar or the tavern a foreign drinker, in the guise of 8187|a _k'ynent-drinker_--a man, by the mere look of his face, 8187|of a certain dignity--would come with his glass and talk 8187|in a very clever way, all down to the "bouquets" (French 8187|(goupe)--a sort of _barrettine_--which is the drinking glass 8187|(goupe, barrette), or, by the same token, the drinking bowl. 8187|But wherever the _goupe_ or the _barrette_ is sold it is 8187|at the bar. 8187|I really can't tell you what the name means, or how it all 8187|comes to be, but I can tell you this: 8187|That drink of the _goupe_ is a _bouquet de gouignage_--that 8187|drink is so light, that once a man has drunk of it, it is 8187|so light, that there's nothing so light as a glass of _bouquet 8187|d'escousse_. 8187|'Tis made, of course, of pure gold, and the only thing 8187|that so heavy will carry that weight of pure gold, is the 8187|The word bouquet is sometimes given to bars of gold, to 8187|"pigtail bars;" to gold-embossed walls, to the blue 8187|green gold of the sky. 8187|These all of their own are a good glass of _bouquet de gouignage_. 8187|The use of gold in our drinking is well known, for it tells 8187|of the man, who takes what he desires, or can get, for 8187|the present, or for the very least a long, long time; it 8187|tells of the courage and sagacity of the man, that is 8187|to say in the first place the moment when he first tried 8187|to take what he desired in his life; 'twill tell of 8187|the man, when he first found that his life and spirits were 8187|depressed; 'twill tell, how his mind and the heart of the 8187|barman had been tempted to take what he had in store, 8187|lest he should not have the money his pockets, or his head. 8187|_Bouquet de gouignage_. 8187|The first glass that the man can drink of is this glass, which 8187|is of pure gold, is a glass "to give him a drink of 8187|joy," or to bring him to happiness. 8187|In the _barrette_ he puts two glasses in the same "gouette," 8187|or in their proper place. 8187|The second glass that the man drinks of is the glass of the 8187|_Bouquet de gouignage_. 8187|The third glass that he drinks of is the glass of the _Bouquet 8187|of Sorel_. He puts it into his glass, and after taking it 8187|there, puts the glass down, thus taking his glass away. 8187|In the _lid_ he takes the glass of "bouquet de gouignage_, which 8187|is of gold. 8187|And the fourth glass that he drinks of (the glass that is glass 8187|of the night itself) 8187|Is that which the man, in his turn, takes into his glass, 8187|and drops it down its face, thus dropping it down its 8187|ware. 8187|Thus it is that the man now has taken his glass off his 8187|table, and a new glass, which must be of pure gold, is added 8187|to his own; it is made of a bowl of such poor work, that you 8187|could fill a bowl with wine, and it would be still as full. 8187|(This is so I remember it, and it is as before; there is 8187|no room for a contradiction, I remember well it well, nor 8187|is there room for any change by land, sea or sea-beach, for ======================================== SAMPLE 3550 ======================================== 22803|Gathered for his birthright. 22803|"Who are these?" he asked aloud. 22803|"What is their name?" 22803|"A friend, I think he is," she cried, 22803|"From Athens now." 22803|"I will bring it," said he. But now 22803|"Go home to sleep; let you not come 22803|To me again till I have spoken, 22803|Or to our marriage feast." 22803|A light wind came 22803|And in the darkening air 22803|Sang the great sea-breeze, sighing 22803|As it sailed by. 22803|"Who are these?" he said. 22803|"What are these here?" 22803|"A friend, I think he is." 22803|And then he went away. 22803|They sat and pondered. 22803|"Whom are these?" 22803|"A friend," she cried, 22803|"From Athens now, 22803|Or from Athens in the south 22803|To take us in? 22803|"And who is he?" 22803|"What of his birthright, his name?" 22803|She asked. 22803|"Tell me who he is--come near, 22803|I will tell it you." 22803|The wind blew low in a sigh, 22803|And the wind went high-- 22803|The wind of sorrow; 22803|The winds of all the sea 22803|Were blowing at one. 22803|"So you will see and tell: 22803|So you will go on 22803|Till you find him never, 22803|Nor yet see him now." 22803|She cried with eyes that glowed; 22803|The eyes of his own eyes, 22803|The tears down her cheek came 22803|For the love of him. 22803|And they told how he had died, 22803|She of the light heart, he of the dark; 22803|How he had kissed her hand; 22803|How they went home with their sails 22803|And heard the tide. 22803|And how the suns would shine 22803|And the tides fade and slip: 22803|What do these gods with the earth? 22803|Dost thou, O Sun, find us there, 22803|What are their use to us? 22803|Thou, and thou, the great Sun, 22803|That shine'st in all the sky? 22803|We had our hour, as all men have, 22803|For to worship all things fair, 22803|That we may know and be wise. 22803|Now that our time has come, O Sun, 22803|That we have looked on the world, 22803|We may learn the wise law, why 22803|The winds blow, and the rain fall, 22803|And the sea-waves foam: 22803|The light wind has not yet ceased, 22803|Nor the rain nor the tides shall cease, 22803|For we are Gods indeed. 22803|We knew not that the Gods knew her, 22803|And her soul we would not see 22803|Till she were ours, and we her children, 22803|And made of her the world. 22803|We knew not that the Gods knew us, 22803|And that ever more than before 22803|The winds would blow and the rain fall, 22803|And the sea-waves spill. 22803|We knew not that the Gods knew her, 22803|And her heart would not depart 22803|Till her face was in our places, 22803|And made of our hearts our sowers. 22803|We had no part of the world to work; 22803|We had no part to do, 22803|Till from her soul she drew us on: 22803|And as we had her heart to sow, 22803|We had her soul to reap. 22803|If I had had eyes to see 22803|A little boat ride by, 22803|The little boat ride 22803|At sunset with the boat beside.-- 22803|I see it all!--I hear 22803|The waters' murmurs rise 22803|Above the waves' caress, 22803|At sunset with the boat afar: 22803|And soon the ======================================== SAMPLE 3560 ======================================== 2381|I'll lay him down, when I want to sleep, 2381|With a song that is like a song to sleep. 2381|"A good friend's advice, and a thought of my soul," 2381|This is the way of a song. 2381|"How would you like to see some sheep," 2381|He said, as they wandered by, 2381|"I'll tell you everything 2381|About their lives, and the things to do." 2381|'Neath the open sky, 2381|"But don't you forget," he said 2381|With a smile, "the words of old, 2381|And how sheep go to the fold 2381|On good days, and bad as well." 2381|Then the sheep were so friendly and soft 2381|And they fed and they talked 2381|A little in the sun and shade; 2381|Then the sheep were so friendly and sweet 2381|And they feed, and they talk. 2381|I love the sheep that give the best of us, 2381|The way their greetings and kisses end. 2381|I love the way they smile to see us come 2381|To where the sheep are safest and live the most. 2381|It has long been my hope, and long wished long, 2381|A little sheep to do my nursery duty; 2381|I like the poor, I love them best of all 2381|Who live upon the goodness of human-kind. 2381|And if I were God I should be, myself, 2381|An angel guiding the poor and dear; 2381|So just a little one, to keep them right, 2381|And keep them pure of sin, and kind for me. 2381|But I am man; the sheep have missed their bread, 2381|The sheep have missed their milk; 2381|I would I had a sword to break on yon rock, 2381|I would I had a hammer of gold, 2381|And I would lay it on his head, 2381|And I would hammer him to death, 2381|I wish I had a little sword, too; 2381|And I would smite his head and his body on the rock. 2381|I wish that I was a mighty knight, 2381|I would strike down the king's best, 2381|And a banner would float upon the flood, 2381|And I would sail away with it: 2381|'And it should be a glorious banner, too,' 2381|Quoth he. And a banner I should sail away with it. 2381|'And I wish that I were God himself, 2381|And I would strike down the king's foe, 2381|And a great castle would vanish under me, 2381|And I would be the castle, the castle, the castle!' 2381|But he was a king, the lion and the leopard, 2381|And the castle he'd built had little worth; 2381|And the banner he sailed away with it, 2381|And he sailed away with it: 2381|'But I wish that I were King of the world, 2381|And God would give me land, 2381|And as King I'd hold a kingdom's fortune; 2381|And I'd walk through the streets of the world, 2381|And I'd buy and sell with kings: 2381|And I'd serve them right, for I'd serve 'em right, 2381|And serve 'em every one'-- 2381|'But I love my land of the apple trees, 2381|And the boughs of the apple tree; 2381|And in life I'd strive for my land of the apple trees, 2381|And I'd seek for my master through all the world.' 2381|I wish that I were as rich as the King, 2381|And I'd serve him with money each day: 2381|I'd give my hand to him for his apple tree, 2381|And I'd pledge him each day: 2381|'And when I had the whole world's money, 2381|I'd give to him just an equal share 2381|Of my heart's blood, and with every other bone 2381|I'd serve him with loving hand, 2381|And then you should have heard a trumpet sound 2381|And I should come with my army to the world.' 2381|I wish ======================================== SAMPLE 3570 ======================================== 18500|The fiddler's song, and the sinner's prayers? 18500|O, then farewell, my native Kent! 18500|The moorland path, and the hazel copse! 18500|The meadows, the hayfields, the wold! 18500|Where the meek lamb laps the restive beecher, 18500|And the sheep labour in peace with the shearer; 18500|Far off I hear the far-off wind, 18500|'Where art thou, thou lovely May?' 18500|The lark's shrill song, and the long, low rain, 18500|And the breaking of the wild wheat! 18500|O! then farewell, for evermore! 18500|Sweet scenes may come when hearts are sad:-- 18500|When we long for scenes that vanish quite, 18500|Like vanish'd joys that sink to rest. 18500|The blithe May-day, sweet to the surly April, 18500|The cherry-blossoms on the birken bare; 18500|The blue May eve, when, rapt in magic flight, 18500|The sun bursts thro' the canopy! 18500|The fragrant, the golden-girdled night; 18500|The silken quietness of dewy ease, 18500|When blooms o'er the mother's grave-root creep, 18500|And birds have a sweet dream in the bush: 18500|Beneath, the gentle May has laid her down, 18500|And dreams o'er her buried babe in peace. 18500|The white hands of an early honey-maker; 18500|The silver bells of an autumn day; 18500|The yellow and crimson berries of May-boughs, 18500|In the heart of the woodbine evermore; 18500|A hundred times has the May-suckle drunk 18500|The joy of existence out again: 18500|'Tis the spirit of Life that can never die, 18500|The spirit of Death must there remain. 18500|In the midst of the heath, and in the heath, and in the heath, 18500|Where the grass is young, and the grass is young, 18500|I heard a voice, that I know well, I know well, 18500|Said, Look yon ships! see yon ships! 18500|See yon ships! they are but a warning, 18500|A warning they are, to folly and folly: 18500|They come from far, they come from far, 18500|And if ye have a thought of treason or treason, 18500|You are but the likeliest to betray it. 18500|The first troop is the patriot-band, 18500|The second the artist-band, 18500|The third is the lover-band, 18500|The fourth is the patriot-band, 18500|That comes from Maine, and that comes from Maine. 18500|I would to heav'n that we my ship freight might have, 18500|Some sailor-man, to go with me, 18500|To watch my grave, my grave, in the clover-bloom, 18500|In the clover bloom--and there bury! 18500|And I'll write to the man who did it, 18500|And he shall tell the woman who killed it, 18500|And he shall tell the man who kill'd it. 18500|When we were first joined in the wedding, 18500|Little Ouse was but a boy; 18500|But he's grown strong with good-fortune 18500|And we dance at the Hall on Sunday. 18500|We dance, and we sing and we smile-- 18500|A most delicious, delightful company; 18500|The ladies too, who are well able 18500|To grace the occasions that please us: 18500|With good-humour and merriment 18500|We dance at the Hall on Sunday. 18500|I have a garden green and a garden yellow, 18500|Where roses blow, and cowslips white as swanskin: 18500|There grow six turkeys, three geese, and the pheasant-- 18500|And you may eat them all for an hundred dollars! 18500|I have a garden blue, and a garden yellow, 18500|Where apples blow, and pear trees bud so early: 18500|There grow three tanagers, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 3580 ======================================== 27885|"They've got a house of their own, you know." 27885|"Of course! _That_ is _their_ own _house_,--not ours!" 27885|"Yes, but when that's ours," she said, "in the end; 27885|"And if we lose, at least we've got at least _you_!" 27885|She paused for a moment--looked around. 27885|"'Sparks? It's nothing! Just the common air!" 27885|She looked again. "It ain't an' dreadful thing-- 27885|That little fire, at the kitchen stove. 27885|Was it the wind? Or did a bad dream come 27885|Across us?" She sighed, "No matter to me; 27885|"Just get over it. It'll be _very_ nice 27885|When we are _together_." 27885|She looked as if she feared 27885|She could not speak truth, without sounding silly; 27885|And a laugh came out of her throat along 27885|"To think!" she softly muttered.-- "to think!" 27885|"In all the years 27885|I've been a woman," he said, "the worst 27885|That ever happened to me was this." 27885|"A bad dream?" she said, and laughed again. 27885|"It's not bad--it's awful real, all the same-- 27885|You know, of course, where I live, this time." 27885|She looked at him. Then she looked at the clock.-- 27885|"The dream," she said, "is exactly the same, 27885|But in _this_ case it is!" 27885|And while the young man blushed, 27885|She turned her from face to face, 27885|And as she spoke the words she would speak-- 27885|"And so, to help you through it all,-- 27885|I--I'm your mother. Oh, for your wife! 27885|I'm a mother and wife, Mr. Young; 27885|My name is Lettice, and when I come, 27885|I shall ask them when to marry you-- 27885|But that's _too_ late!" 27885|She smiled. 27885|But as he answered her lips made 27885|The young man's heart as dry as dust. 27885|As he turned away to kiss young Lettice, 27885|Lettice led the way 27885|Across the garden path, in the rain, 27885|And over the grass. 27885|She reached the roses, and bade them stay, 27885|When down the path she came.-- 27885|As she turned back to the young man, 27885|He was looking back, and she heard 27885|A voice call out at her side, "Hold her! 27885|Lettice, hold her!" 27885|And he looked away, and she saw 27885|His daughter, and no girl more fair 27885|Than Lettice had ever seen. 27885|The boy, her only child, 27885|Lay dreaming on the lawn, with her 27885|And Lettice close beside. 27885|He dreamed as he lay there in the rain, 27885|And the roses came to greet him; 27885|They rose and stood, and kissed and smiled 27885|For him, in his mother's arms. 27885|They leaned and leaned on that beautiful neck, 27885|The boy dreamed never a word; 27885|And he heard no sound like the crashing wing 27885|Of a bird to his heart that was warm and its only care 27885|The same in the morning and at noon; and now, in his dreams 27885|He never has ceased to sing. "How come you three- 27885|"So you were three that came down to help us, 27885|And so they thought they had come for a day, 27885|And the moon was full, and they found her gray, 27885|And three that never went out of its light," 27885|Lettice said, still as she heard the boy cry. 27885|"And they went to the house across the bay. 27885|Their mother was ill, I remember well. 27885|They found the old woman, weeping and tired and white. 27885|They laid her into a cool, dark bed and ======================================== SAMPLE 3590 ======================================== 1852|"The world's great question is this: 1852|"Should art grow sick, and sink to dust, 1852|"Or should she triumph, and rise? 1852|"Should she triumph, rise as queen, 1852|"Should she, alone, be mistress, too, 1852|"And rule the world, though poor? 1852|"Can art, by giving to herself 1852|"The glory of the world, give light 1852|"Or wealth to human life? 1852|"Or can she make for art the friend, 1852|"And not the rival, with her?" 1852|To speak thus at ease, so bravely, 1852|To have in spite of envy praised, 1852|To have the praise of the three worlds 1852|To the world of art and love, 1852|To the world of earth and heaven. 1852|And in his silence these great things 1852|Broke from his words, and made reply; 1852|That what he knew, he could not hide-- 1852|That art should teach, and not aggrandize, 1852|And love should live, and not die. 1852|In haste at the door he rushed, 1852|To meet a desponding maid, 1852|As a king should recall his thoughts, 1852|And leave the world to its woes: 1852|But she with silent steps had passed, 1852|And left the long parlour dim, 1852|Where, in her white and stately form, 1852|In the soft light at once appear'd 1852|A lady, with folded hands, 1852|The lady of the guest room, 1852|And there on the sofa, her face, 1852|In the still darkness of night, 1852|He fancied, he saw her place, 1852|Under the lamp's languid light, 1852|The same mild smile which had lit 1852|That calm brow of hers before. 1852|At once he knew for the first, 1852|As an infant on life's brink, 1852|And so lovely a child as she 1852|In that hour of so pure need, 1852|That silence had sufficed to bind 1852|Her life-like presence; and then 1852|Hollow was the soundless mansion now. 1852|The door 1852|Of the parlour, at once, seemed 1852|A portal to darkness, and darkness had entered. [_A pause._ 1852|The sound of an organ, from the sky, 1852|In the chamber below, 1852|Grew dim, indistinct, and more hollow, 1852|Than ever it had been. 1852|Through the open door 1852|Of the low parlour entered, there standing 1852|A fair maiden, in the white veil 1852|And veil of the martyr-fringe. 1852|"Ah! 'tis the organ," she said, 1852|"The first to play!" 1852|The youth, his heart in his breast 1852|Burning--"But what brings this with me?" 1852|He replied, "It brings a new friend! 1852|'Twill be better. I must go." 1852|"Go!" she said; and disappeared 1852|Into the window of the parlour, leaving him 1852|The silent room in the dark, 1852|Close locked, without. 1852|In a room which at times seemed to him 1852|Of some mystic and strange new form, 1852|Familiar to fancy, but yet all 1852|The old room was; 1852|There was the door, there were the chairs 1852|Upon the mat, there were the books 1852|Of which such pictures have smiled, 1852|And read such stories, 1852|That in the room so desolate 1852|A kind of a calm prevailed, 1852|Like a stillness in the presence 1852|Of a holy calm, the old room; 1852|And when all was still, 1852|There was a sound from the organ 1852|So pure, so holy, and so tranquil, 1852|It might almost seem divine, 1852|In this world of turmoil and tumult, 1852|In this din of life ======================================== SAMPLE 3600 ======================================== 17393|I would not dare for aught of her. 'But'--I do not know, 17393|'But' to go on so--I would fain be still. 17393|'When on what? Who knows, perhaps some other thing 17393|And still the next. It were more honest death 17393|Not to waste more breath in vain desire. 17393|'What then shall be my end? Shall I go down 17393|To his fate like any good old fellow, 17393|That, having shaken hands with me, by fits 17393|Says you auld Scoundrel and wishes I'd stint him 17393|To learn mair of fashions new and tastes new? 17393|'I shall get no home-bed-fellows, no good friend, 17393|No need of any sort of call or note. 17393|And still to write, to write, is a disgrace: 17393|I shall not be confest who now in fact 17393|Do all I may, do all I know, and write. 17393|'Then what shall be my end? Oh, let me die 17393|And you be the sole executor be! 17393|At least--there's a' that may be; but there's thae 17393|Last two or three--' 17393|'Fye! and that I can trust, and that you feel, 17393|And that you are contented and comfortable? 17393|You 'aven't no 'ealth to be--you've not got time.' 17364|"Why must the World go on making things?" asked the great 17364|father of science in his sonnet--though his sonnet's 17364|little verse and short story all bore a larger than usual 17364|trend in relation to the world of literature. 17364|Though it might be argued that the world is making _things_, 17364|and the world's always making verse; yet as far as I can see 17364|the world has stopped before making Shakespeare. The world's mind, 17364|what can it help _unless_, whatever it may _do_, it does _do_ 17364|The artist has been dreaming of his genius, dreaming of his 17364|own work as a youth, with the same thoughts in his head; so I 17364|can't let my dream go forever,--but let it keep going. What 17364|deed shall there be for me in the world in the end? What shall 17364|I have to do with this striving for knowledge or pleasure, or 17364|with the life and love that await me? 17364|Now and then, I'll lay down the pen and take my pleasure in the 17364|winding-sheet, thinking, "I've made enough of this, and shall 17364|have nothing more;" with this thought will I rest, till the last 17364|purchase of books for ever and ever. 17364|But still the poet needs not here to live; though the world 17364|should go on for ever making things--I am contented with books 17364|and with being able to make them myself. I can make them, 17364|however; only it would give me rather to be tired than to live. 17364|They hold out their hand and ask for more, and what are they? 17364|somehow; the great world's need is always that the poet should make 17364|Books,--all of them. I can't imagine the poet wanting more than 17364|his books. Books have a sort of charm, and in his head they 17364|have such a subtle, deep appeal to me; nevertheless I know 17364|that I want to find out how to make them. 17364|I have longed to turn the wheel of my brain and see what the 17364|wheel would turn to, and it turns out in the way of a book. 17364|I have made book-making its life, and in making it I have made it 17364|solo, rather than in competition. 17364|It is just a case of living and making; I see as well as I 17364|see, and so do all who have looked and been dazzled, just 17364|this way. 17364|At the beginning, I was not so well contented with what I 17364|made or kept. I knew my ways would not be pleasing and I 17364|would prove ungr ======================================== SAMPLE 3610 ======================================== 8672|Where a green spot does the best gold hide: 8672|A few thin green stones there strew on the ground 8672|Where a few grey-peeks the grass doth cover. 8672|The very old stone's grey colour is changed, 8672|And the soft pebbles shine and shine like gold. 8672|There is no man to see them, no cow nor sheep, 8672|And the stones they hold do hide from the eye. 8672|Oh, but they're just like some of our own ground; 8672|For where a shepherd walks and his work's done, 8672|He sees a sight that makes his heart tremble, 8672|Where the grey stone's grey colour is transformed. 8672|Oh, the old stone's grey! Oh, how it changes! 8672|In it's own colour is as fair and blue, 8672|You may see it, how it was there to strew 8672|In the grass by the sheep, when all was grey. 8672|Oh, the grass's old! Oh, the grey old stone's grey! 8672|Oh, who can see the grass at the end 8672|Where the gray stone's grey colour is hidden? 8672|The old wall's grey! Oh, it's strange that old things 8672|Are all as sweet as the grass is in Spring. 8672|When the sun is high at noon it's gay and glad 8672|In a pleasant way, as a child who cries and prays, 8672|"Come and watch the sheep and the birds and the sheep 8672|And the birds and the sheep...." 8672|And then they hide in the bush for fear and pain, 8672|In the shade till it's dark, so they sit and play, 8672|So the lambs that cry to their white, white bodies sleep. 8672|They look for the Shepherd that has not come, 8672|And then they are weeping and weak again, 8672|And the sheep lies in the shade till it's dark again. 8672|It's the sheep in the shadow and the grass in the sun 8672|That is dear and dear enough to the eye 8672|Of a little blind man, and a man who is cold. 8672|The sheep is in the shadow, its white flecked, grey, 8672|And their grey bones are white, gray, and bare: 8672|There is a green spot in it where the sheep has knelt, 8672|A small white stone that says just such thing. 8672|And the lambs all were in the sheep-shed yesterday: 8672|Now they lie in the grass and cry and wait 8672|And watch and cry till they cry no more; 8672|And the Shepherd is out a-walking his herd-- 8672|Tending them as he would a friend. 8672|And the lambs are good to look at when they come, 8672|And the old Shepherd sits on his old-fashioned bench 8672|All by himself, on the old stone that says-- 8672|"When you come to this place, you may go by myself." 8672|When the grey sun's shining on his old-fashioned wall 8672|He sits in a laurel-tree with a bundle in his arm; 8672|He smiles, because it tells him, just so, "There is good to be had." 8672|He chuckles when he thinks of the green grass he's planted down 8672|With the old stone saying-- 8672|"Come and watch the sheep and the birds and the sheep. 8672|There's something to be happy for, on any plain." 8672|When the lambs come out in the sheep-shed day by day 8672|They run down to play on the grass--and run down again 8672|When they get tired--and stop to look at the sky, 8672|And catch at the branches. 8672|When the lambs come out on the narrow hedgerow grass 8672|They can't get off by scrambling up the wall, 8672|So they run off to watch the sky and the sheep and sheep, 8672|And the sheep and the lambs in a close, quiet crowd. 8672|So, the old stone says, "When you come to this spot, 8672|Come, go beside old wall and let old stone say 8672|What you think, and give your thoughts in your mind's eye ======================================== SAMPLE 3620 ======================================== 1304|Nor for what I fear; 1304|For who can tell what ill 1304|Down in those dreary cells 1304|He might be bound! 1304|Yet when the soul is glad 1304|And radiant and alight 1304|In heaven like a flame, 1304|Then, sooth if I be sad 1304|Or my spirit a-light 1304|Of the earth, or why, 1304|I shall not love the night, 1304|Or the silence more: 1304|I shall not live more sweet 1304|When the moon has set. 1304|O, if I could love with sight! 1304|If I could but understand! 1304|It is the poor I should fear. 1304|The poor! the poor! my poor! 1304|But thou art rich, and hast thy share 1304|Of selfish feeling and amisse, 1304|And canst be so to all men shown 1304|That thou wouldst each one of them know. 1304|It is thou who hast thy share 1304|In what is small and maimed and bare, 1304|Who hast the power that must be cloyed; 1304|And when this is proved, I confess 1304|I shall be blest as one that is 1304|Who hath his part in thine and cares. 1304|Poor are thy beds, O wretched child! 1304|Poor thy food, thy rooms, for cold and heat; 1304|Poor artichoke and cauliflower plant! 1304|Poor are thy clothes, O wretched child! 1304|Poor the perfumings thy limbs dote on; 1304|Poor the books thy fond hands design; 1304|Poor the food thy greedy mouth is laden: 1304|And thou alone shalt be content 1304|With thyself without more being given. 1304|It is thou who sittest weeping here 1304|At eve, and wailest o'er and o'er 1304|Old mantras, forbidden mantras still, 1304|And mantras yet to be forbidden. 1304|It is thou who comest on the day 1304|And all thy mantling woes descanting on, 1304|And comest all so wretchedly arrayed. 1304|It is thou in whose dark eyes are read 1304|A thousand memories of a life; 1304|And yet thy voice is silent, and thy brow, 1304|The while that thou lookest so distressed, 1304|Seems to be writhing with remorse that lingers. 1304|It is thou in whose ear are resonant 1304|The dreary, dreary monads of time, 1304|And now the lips that were sweetly coy 1304|Are murmer than the cherub-service, 1304|And now the sweet and tender are warring 1304|'Gainst thy cold-blooded, cold-blooded self. 1304|It is thou in whose hateful heart 1304|Some new and fierce and bloodless thing 1304|Is lurid with the word "Thou" agog, 1304|With words of battle--words of bloody war. 1304|It is thou who o'er thyself can dote, 1304|As o'er some wretch in some deep well-o'-news 1304|Pour out thy rumour of success or fail: 1304|And then, the while that thou dost thrive, 1304|Farewell, thou unhoped-for day of rest! 1304|Thou comest on earth, but thou must die; 1304|Or as our life must fail--or rather 1304|Stoop downward like a bird from the sky: 1304|Thou art a slave 'twixt life and death; 1304|Thou dost partake, yet yet 'tis seen 1304|That thou hast nought unto do withit. 1304|It is thou who so sweetly singest, 1304|Whence sweetest melodies may rise, 1304|With heart and voice such as could frame 1304|A theme for Sappho's wailful eyes; 1304|But thou must die--it is the law 1304|Of unextinguished, burning love. 1304|Thou hast thy pleasures, thou hast thine ills, 1304|And love is pain, thou must ever ======================================== SAMPLE 3630 ======================================== 3160|The mighty man of sorrows thus replies: 3160|"My wretched son! to me thy sire has spoken; 3160|If not by force thou would'st return I ask 3160|No gift to make thee free; be thou with me; 3160|I own thy birth a crime and must be blind." 3160|Then to the palace he goes, and finds 3160|The queen all weeping with the mournful night. 3160|Swift to the queen the messenger was sent, 3160|The chief to bring her safe from foreign foes: 3160|The royal maid receives him kindly; 3160|Takes from his hand his princely lance in grace; 3160|And to the queen exclaims in accents wing'd: 3160|"Thy son, in manly courage, meets your eye 3160|He comes to take his father's place by right, 3160|The royal matron, if I judge by sight, 3160|Hath heard the wondrous news, and sends thee forth." 3160|She to the dame her grateful thanks prepares, 3160|And with free grace commands the messenger to rise: 3160|"O queen! for my dear sake, thy son demands 3160|To know his father's name and fortune here." 3160|"Thy father thou hast heard (Ulysses spoke) 3160|And much of tidings to thy mind consign, 3160|That by a magic spell I was convey'd 3160|To fair Ithaca, the city of thy sire. 3160|Nor can I more in secret joy impart, 3160|For to thy sister, if she wish to hear, 3160|A secret joy will I reveal to thee, 3160|A joy that shall infuse into all thy race, 3160|That such a grateful hand shall warm thy veins, 3160|That thy bold soldiers of the warrior train 3160|May boast thy triumph, and thy children claim; 3160|And while the goddess in her golden seat 3160|Exults to find a patriot in her son. 3160|Then let the gifts to me the messenger bring: 3160|The robe of wealth, and steed with three litters; 3160|The miter seen, and gold and raiment rich; 3160|These gifts by my good fortune first I gain; 3160|For he my royal sire in days of yore 3160|Had for his son to serve, his eldest born, 3160|His birthright, all the treasures of his court. 3160|Now send the wanderer to the shades below; 3160|For he shall join the warrior youth in arms." 3160|She said, and high the goddess' voice she rais'd, 3160|And her fair image o'er the waters swam; 3160|Then thus the queen: "In vain thou dar'st thy fears, 3160|I bring the wizard from the air below; 3160|The wizard from the realms afar, who brings 3160|With him all Greece, and lays the land in dust, 3160|A warlike chief from Ithaca's coast: 3160|His name, though many names, no monarch names, 3160|Who holds his mother, and his country dear. 3160|He seeks this happy shore; but, while he goes, 3160|Permit of question the sacred train: 3160|Say, will the hero-maiden at his side 3160|Take the brave youth, and brave Ulysses too? 3160|Haply the same; how oft has Panys sprung 3160|From my own hair, from my unhappy Sire; 3160|The one to war a warrior-hero famed; 3160|The other to an absent parent borne. 3160|From him (if truth in prophecy be told) 3160|A man of blood, a son of high degree; 3160|How have my grandsire's son return'd to me 3160|With all the wealth, to spend his father's end, 3160|And all the joy, when his own years are past. 3160|But what, I ask'd, to me the answer came 3160|Of the swift messenger? I ween at first 3160|A ship unnumber'd in thy court did load." 3160|"Thy words, O Queen (the seer replied), are true; 3160|But, far too blest to touch ======================================== SAMPLE 3640 ======================================== 4272|How often in this world we have been in despair, 4272|Beholding the world with darkening eyes? 4272|How many a night have we laughed and cried 4272|At the sight of this wondrous scene: 4272|And how we have wept and wept to see 4272|The great God that God hath made, 4272|And how we would fain behold Him now, 4272|And kneel to Him and pray. 4272|Yet ever as, the more we see, 4272|The more it turns to our despair:- 4272|The night when on God we look with tears, 4272|And wonder to see Thee so far away, 4272|And know us but the shadows of fears - 4272|Then come sweet peace, sweet peace, O Lord, 4272|To dwell in His heart, to rest 4272|With sweet content in His Kingdom's rest; 4272|And all our strife and every jot 4272|Of hate and scorn, to fly and fly 4272|With raptured soul and soul on wing - 4272|Oh, then come, and come soon, come soon, 4272|To give the world thine own. 4272|Come! for with Thee my spirit doth rejoice, 4272|That in love's land of joy it lies, 4272|Forgetful, in content and peace, 4272|Of all its strife and pain. 4272|Thou know'st that my own was in thee born, 4272|With eyes and ears set full of bliss, 4272|I know thee, as of old I knew thee dear, 4272|And could not look on thee in vain. 4272|Thy presence here, O God of love, 4272|Hath made me what I am, O Lord, 4272|And I in deepest joy behold 4272|Thy perfect image blest around. 4272|I hear the throng hum of thy praise, 4272|Mine only loved, my one beloved; 4272|I hear the voice of every thought 4272|Thine own, and thee of pure delight. 4272|In that deep sense of perfect good, 4272|In that glad thrill of all delight, 4272|Which when the heart's warm blood is turned, 4272|Doth seal its passage to the goal 4272|Where God and love and beauty are. 4272|How dear is that which makes my heart 4272|To feel thy love and thy great love 4272|So heart-stir of joy and love! 4272|The dew is on the roses on my cheek, 4272|The birds are singing loud and clear 4272|And sweet to me their new-born lay. 4272|There is no morning breath by day 4272|So like a Father's kiss as this, 4272|Which sweetly stirs a gentle breast, 4272|And all the earth for me is kind, 4272|And all my joy of life is grand, 4272|As through the meads I stray and rove, 4272|I see the blooms, I hear the song, 4272|And tell to some young lover said, 4272|The night is like to end to-day, 4272|Though I and all the world may be. 4272|Oh do not ask how fair is May, 4272|But be content with blushing Rose, 4272|The yellow, the rose-red, the glow, 4272|The pride, the beauty of the spring. 4272|A thousand silken threads unfurl 4272|Within my breast, and bind my hair 4272|With a strong chain of love, where lies 4272|A precious token, that the love 4272|Which ties me to the earth and air 4272|Shall not expire with the death of May. 4272|O do not weep! There is a night for rest, 4272|And this, my soul, is the day. 4272|And if we part as we have often been, 4272|And if this last sad, strange, lonely night, 4272|Should pass unquenched of hope and memory, 4272|I know not how, but I shall feel it well, 4272|When I the last sad tear shall leave away; 4272|When, as I walk along the world-wide strand, 4272|I watch the last sad wave at leisure ======================================== SAMPLE 3650 ======================================== 14019|With their rich arms, his men of war. 14019|"If aught betide to thee, my son, 14019|I pray thee to our God appeal; 14019|And if by thee we've been undone, 14019|Grant us the aid ye may not need." 14019|He spake to him the Pope a thing, 14019|Whose words the Frenchman did obey. 14019|Himself 'twas, the Archbishop of Aix, 14019|Whose visage shone full as the gold, 14019|And he, the Abbot of Saint Praxed, 14019|Struck the blow that brought the day. 14019|When the Pope was by a score of men, 14019|There on the bridge he stood, alone; 14019|All his men stood there on the place, 14019|That the Emperor in his palace might, 14019|That the Emperor of France might see 14019|Who was the cause of all the grief so keen. 14019|He stood a while and look'd at them, 14019|That the Emperor of Spain might see, 14019|Who was the cause of all their strife: 14019|"That be the man that has caused it this, 14019|Of all the people that are here." 14019|Whilst he sat on the bridge's arch, 14019|In a great boat, of red sand he stood, 14019|In water all so green and clear, 14019|That the fishes of the river seemed to be 14019|Like the light of moonlight on the sand. 14019|'Twas Falspa, the Abbot, of Ferrara, 14019|The Archdeacon of the Franks did name, 14019|For he hath many enemies and foes, 14019|That hold Saint Vergilius in dread,-- 14019|Of these men he makes many count. 14019|With him, with him he have fifty score, 14019|And twenty men he hath of flame, 14019|That, if he but the bridge be by, 14019|They will cause him great destruction. 14019|He's mighty in the use of arms, 14019|With the bow and the corslet he's great, 14019|And with lance and sword beside, 14019|But if by his foes this bridge he try, 14019|There will the Archduke be undone. 14019|He stands up in his mighty arms 14019|'Gainst all their numbers and might, 14019|And he will, though all against him 'tis, 14019|Have the mastery of the fight. 14019|And now he comes to see his death, 14019|And to hear the things that are to be; 14019|To all he will, if all be true, 14019|He has brought with him to France. 14019|Fierce the Franks are, I ween, 14019|And fierce is Baligant the old; 14019|Firigond is the Archbishop; 14019|Each one must fight to the last; 14019|Sons of each father that died in the strife 14019|May not be his while it is day. 14019|Sith his great heart is sore dismayed, 14019|Of his host and of Franks so true, 14019|He will ever for peace strive 14019|That a Pope be not so much sought. 14019|That they take vengeance for his fall, 14019|And of his kingdom the title claim; 14019|And that to King Charlemagne, 14019|He at least with his life may go. 14019|He will hold with him in this battle, 14019|Ere it is set in the list of right: 14019|And the Lord of the Franks will give 14019|To be their aid in this last fit. 14019|The Abbot of Saint Praxed 14019|Saith the Norman his brother is dead, 14019|And his sons, like flies, are all gone; 14019|As from the town on the sea's breast, 14019|He can see his people all cry: 14019|"Aye! aye! in the coming year 14019|Our Franks will be with you no more; 14019|The archbishop and the priests will stand 14019|On either side of you at your side, 14019|As in our father King Louis' reign, 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 3660 ======================================== 21303|She sings, as if her heart would cry, 21303|The sweet sweet music of the night. 21303|Her little heart with bliss is bound 21303|Like the blue of a clear blue sky, 21303|And her eyes like stars to-night 21303|Shine with soft delight and bliss 21303|From the sweet lids of the moon. 21303|And, in her eyes, a subtle glow 21303|Makes them the wonder of the land; 21303|For, in those eyes, the light of dawn 21303|Rises o'er the waters blue 21303|That lie in the silver light 21303|Of the moon-beaming skies: 21303|The moon is in the skies, and she 21303|Watches the stars so clear and bright 21303|Laugh in their silvery light, 21303|While they shine in a silent glow, 21303|As she lies in her dream. 21303|The little house of home is in the West, 21303|That is so green and so sweet, 21303|And the little house of home is in the West, 21303|And the little house is here. 21303|The little house of home is in the West, 21303|And the little house is green; 21303|And the little house of home is in the West, 21303|But I've never been. 21303|They've given me money and good gold, 21303|A gun, and a hat, and a beard; 21303|And then I've come to the little house of home, 21303|And I'm here as long as I like. 21303|I've never been to the little house of home, 21303|And I never will at all; 21303|But if I stay here I shall never come home, 21303|And I never will at all. 21303|My mother says she's going out wher' I live, 21303|To the great, great west; 21303|And says that a man should be brave if he would, 21303|And do things that were right. 21303|My father, if there been any, knows it not, 21303|So I do to myself; 21303|And when I grow up and become a man, 21303|I'll take the old man's advice. 21303|I never was to gold before, 21303|I'm going for a gun 21303|And I'll take the advice of my father true, 21303|And make it sharp; 21303|Then at six and six I'll run away, 21303|And buy me a gun; 21303|And at eight I shall never come back; 21303|And I hope, afore they find me out, 21303|I've got no money to buy you a gun, 21303|No money--in my shop 21303|So I'm in a great, great hurry, 21303|But you never mind, at all. 21303|Why, if you could only see 21303|What we are on this journey, 21303|What a world we'd be made of! 21303|What a life, what a love, 21303|Of joy that each has known. 21303|And 'twill then be, when you see 21303|That we're this way going forward, 21303|And that you live for work, 21303|That you're always tired of play, 21303|That you have always been a man; 21303|That you have always lived in work, 21303|That you're always sick of play, 21303|That you would never work another 21303|Till you worked your life away-- 21303|You're now about to see the world, 21303|And all these long years go by, 21303|And you can talk of your joys again 21303|Of the years that're gone by. 21303|I've gone and done my bit, 21303|For I don't think I'll miss you then, 21303|And so to-morrow when you are dead, 21303|Come and call me 'Poor Child'." 21303|"It's very merry," said his mother, "to think that, a 21303|month from now, he'll be lying in a hospital in a 21303|surgery business. But you will not come, please don't; 21303|for I'm sorry you must leave to-morrow." ======================================== SAMPLE 3670 ======================================== 1004|Of what thou heard'st, which seems so grievous a perdition 1004|To thee. Yet in this world I was not satisfied; 1004|But unto the furthest dominions of the nations 1004|Of Heaven am come, to suffer the salt partings 1004|Of the just, and after that to pass through 1004|The unapproachable air with them to suffer. 1004|Ere through the middle firmament I had come, 1004|My Father who from eternity is sovereign 1004|Changed me again into a bird of healing; 1004|For already on mine eyelids is the salt 1004|Tost by the way; and all my bill and beak 1004|He set by demons into such measure 1004|As makes them only profitable for to catch 1004|Rivers of tears, that they be not altered 1004|By the place from whence they fell. And as it chanced, 1004|Utmost of them came to my Beleagets, 1004|Through corruption entire; and such as Cleombrotos 1004|Was to me, and Tydides to Strophos, 1004|Those to the fruit of Cleombrotus were by him, 1004|And to the nectareous Tityrus came. 1004|To him the Beleagets ioyed in their delights, 1004|But ill for him the Nectareous ate. 1004|And he, the naturall starr, who had beheld 1004|The dress of Augustin, and was wont to love 1004|His neighbour more than himself, but only him, 1004|Impell'd on his knees down to the ground to fall. 1004|Ah! how therewith did I involv'd remua, 1004|Turning round to me with all the heart I had, 1004|My sister, and all down unto the ground 1004|Did I make my overture to him therewith; 1004|Because my How can show him all remuneration, 1004|Whether paid or unsought. "O brother mine, 1004|Why dost thou hang back, and turn not humbly," 1004|I cried, "and have the heart to tell him all?" 1004|Whereon his visage instantly was chang'd; 1004|And unto me my mind he chang'd of Right, 1004|And said: "That which thou seest in me, is the Loving, 1004|And I the creature of right. If ye know, 1004|list'ning to my sayings, will I tell thee how." 1004|And I: "Very well thou shouldst explain the truth!" 1004|From that chang'd heapascion whence he had ta'en 1004|His form the Poet spirit took again, 1004|And said: "If I satisfy your wish, 1004|thou needst not grammar learn to cage or wile." 1004|Then he a little onward mov'd on, 1004|And entertain'd me with song eternal and divine; 1004|Singing the transport that is in souls born 1004|And wastes of fire, and all unprofan'd things, 1004|Singing how equal was love in former times, 1004|And whether soul beats upon itself 1004|As bodies do in Heat, or whether it 1004|Boils from its stem, if it be female, 1004|And not if it be male. "These proceeds, 1004| Brother unto you in division true, 1004|From principles true, which not for ends deviates, 1004|Providing such be not aforefore possessed. 1004|The soul that to the limit of the sky 1004|Standeth, as ye behold, loaden with the note 1004|Of one single sphere, in extent no more 1004|Or less than that our sinews be in height. 1004|And as the sun doth pierce through ether pure, 1004|Downward along the sojourn of his course, 1004|So did our bodily frame, from act to act, 1004|Through body spacious, toward the pilgrimage, 1004|Through inward vigour, where issue forth 1004|The bright lyre and voice, where all was prime. 1004|And from the hollow shells, which yet remain 1004|From out the living seed, true witness bear 1004|Of Him, who ======================================== SAMPLE 3680 ======================================== 19385|The first time I was so tipp'd wi' a laird, 19385|And my heart was as free, as free could be, 19385|As a ghaist o'ween two blue hills on a lea; 19385|The land was fair--the air was fresh and free; 19385|Oh! I had naething to gi'e to a laird-- 19385|A bonie mither had dang my heart fu' sore; 19385|I had naething to gi'e to a laird-- 19385|Bonie mither had dang my heart fu' sore:-- 19385|But the mither o' my youth was a widow, 19385|And the day she gae gaed for the poorest housemaid; 19385|And the laird came hame as a stranger, 19385|Wi' a bottle at his belt--a bottle at his belt. 19385|Then the bottle-nymph's heart gied a pang, 19385|While she thought of her dead mother o' the seas; 19385|Her auld grey mither she was sae my sister, 19385|The mither o' her young son, the bonie, bonie bairn; 19385|And she gae'd for the waver, a waver, a waver; 19385|That was the cause that my heart was owre the bottle. 19385|The bottle-nymph's heart gied a pang, 19385|While she thought of her dead mother o' the seas; 19385|The bottle-nymph gaed for the waver, 19385|At the last--at the last--at the last-- 19385|That was the cause that my heart was owre the bottle. 19385|It gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars you gars 19385|The bottle-mother she's gane, and the bottle-bairn' sits 19385|Like a fay in the lammie--like a boddish, foolish fay; 19385|But the bottle-bairn' is the loveliest lammie 19385|That ever was bonie--lovely wight is the bottle-bairn'. 19385|The bottle-mother she's gane, and the bottle-bairn' sits 19385|In a lane that the bottle-bairn' and bottle-mother were wont; 19385|But he comes back to his mither--ah, the dear! 19385|The dear we have languished in a teary place o'er; 19385|But the bairn is the loveliest lammie 19385|That ever was bonie--lovely wight is the bottle-bairn'. 19385|Oh, weel now, ye fairy folk, by and by, 19385|I'll tell of a fairy garden near unto us, 19385|Where we may mingle in innocence and delight, 19385|While we, like the bottle-maid, wander here and there, 19385|Till we, like the bottle-mother, rest and are gone. 19385|There are trees, there, like a forest tree; 19385|But the bairn is not such the thing; 19385|Nae langer he can reach in haste, 19385|Saying, "I am there--alone!" 19385|For he can sit and rest ne'er so free, 19385|Till the wind and the storm are o'er, 19385|And he sighs, "I am not for to see 19385|When I am alone!" 19385|But aye he's happy if and when 19385|A' those leaves in a forest arise-- 19385|"I am that forest--a forest's meed 19385|Of all that's green"--and how happy to see 19385|The rainbow's shining course? 19385|For aye the bottle-mother's the one 19385|A maiden may not woo to-day; 19385|But aye she maun be--a bottle-mother. 19385|Oh, the night and the day, when we were away, 19385|The time when the spring was in flower, 19385|When, for my love, I bade you, and I was glad, 19385|On the lily-casks to lie; ======================================== SAMPLE 3690 ======================================== 1287|When I thy dear form behold? 1287|If I can hear thee sighing, 1287|And thy sighing hear me, 1287|Then I hear the world is lying, 1287|And the world's lying sees me. 1287|Oh that Fate to me were given! 1287|Yes! the world is given and given. 1287|And yet--and yet--what's that to me? 1287|When thou wast walking by the fountain, 1287|And thy hair was white, and all the flowers were fresh, 1287|When I saw thee coming by the fountain, 1287|I took a white silk basket, 1287|And went to thy dwelling; 1287|'Twas on the fourth day of thy coming 1287|I went to thy dwelling! 1287|If upon the sixth thyself I met thee, 1287|Thou wouldst not let me stay, I could not stay; 1287|I could not stay;--'twas the fate of all things 1287|To go to thy dwelling. 1287|"What's that to thee? 1287|Or what's that to thee?" 1287|What's that to thee, my love? 1287|Or what's that to thee? 1287|When my young lover 1287|Seemed well and was walking, 1287|Then I, who never 1287|Came without his guiding, 1287|Did not go alone. 1287|When the love of my young lover 1287|Seemed well and was walking, 1287|Then I went, the master, 1287|To the master's dwelling. 1287|To the master's dwelling; 1287|And my lover 1287|Seemed well and was walking, 1287|And I wandered 1287|Through the chamber 1287|Where he lay 1287|Till our little boy 1287|At the door came sprightly. 1287|Then I ran to the door: 1287|"Sweetheart, Sweetheart, my sweet one, 1287|Hark what she says, 1287|My dear little boy! 1287|"Little boy, come home 1287|To the room you and me; 1287|The master's lover 1287|Has been well and been wandering, 1287|Little child, I love you dearly, 1287|Little boy, come with me now." 1287|If I go by thy side then? 1287|If I go by thy side then? 1287|If he'll not say "yes" to me, I'll follow him then. 1287|If he will say "yes" to me then, I will follow him then. 1287|"Who are you?" cried the lady. 1287|"I," cried the lady. 1287|I'll tell you: the lady 1287|Follows the little son. 1287|My sweetheart is sick,-- 1287|Her husband's come to see her. 1287|Come, sweetheart, take physic, 1287|My son is not ill, 1287|I shall cure him without waiting for thee. 1287|If he were not so small, 1287|I would heal him withal; 1287|For this my pain he is all thy own. 1287|If he were not so small, 1287|I would take him also hence; 1287|I should not be loth to do so. 1287|So I took him physic, 1287|My son was not ill, 1287|I did the very best I could. 1287|And then I took him physic, 1287|All that I could; 1287|But, alas, I could not get 1287|My darling to rise. 1287|So I took him physic, 1287|But, alas! 1287|I'd have got him up more fast 1287|If the lady had arisen 1287|And then I kissed her forehead. 1287|Yes, I do think 1287|That was the cause 1287|That made him rise so fast. 1287|She was crying so, 1287|All unconscious 1287|That my sweetheart had arisen. 1287|She arose, she went, 1287|I was sore afraid 1287|And said: "He will never rise again." 1287|Yes, she's dead, 1287| ======================================== SAMPLE 3700 ======================================== 21003|The world was all before the world was thine, 21003|That I for thee my life might build. 21003|The world was all before the world was mine-- 21003|'Tis thine the part of it to keep. 21003|All things were gathered in thy grasp, 21003|With hands and feet and hearts of gold-- 21003|The flower, the tree, the grass, the sky, 21003|All gathered to thy mighty hand, 21003|All made to please thy sweet wishes. 21003|This was the very time the birds were tuned, 21003|And now the air is full of dreams of flowers, 21003|As they come softly round the corner whence they came, 21003|And through the window, softly--all the way. 21003|As they come softly round the corner where they stood, 21003|I see the lovely young faces of young folk, 21003|Like little birds that come back home to roost again; 21003|Their feet, like all the freshness of the spring, 21003|The birds have left, while their sweet song goes, 21003|The sweet song goes like silver from of old, 21003|And the sweet song goes through all these hours, 21003|So sweet, for the morning sun will take 21003|Some memory of them in its rays, 21003|And they will be but half forgotten. 21003|And still the birds go round and round, 21003|To sing their little new-born strains, 21003|As softly on the corner as before 21003|They come back home--the birds of love, O! 21003|The birds of love, O the goodly birds, 21003|The glad birds that come back to me, 21003|How can ye come back, O the bird, 21003|With song of life and hope of Heaven, 21003|When my heart is so sick and empty-hearted? 21003|It is too dark to dream--but this is one 21003|The night is coming in the quiet skies, 21003|And I shall sink into my couch, my own true bed 21003|All still--or at least, till the bright morning light. 21003|I shall lie down on that cold, familiar head, 21003|That was the pillow of my youth; a pillow now, 21003|And I shall rest--I, and I only! 21003|For I am old, and must not sleep with one, 21003|I am old, and there are many a grave too cold, 21003|And the grave that loved me is so cold and blind, 21003|I would rather lie and gaze in the eyes of Death, 21003|Then creep into my own grave. 21003|'Tis said the wind blows out the light and the dark, 21003|The grey falls from the world--but, when the day is done, 21003|There's glory in the sun! 21003|The sun's a red, red-topped rose, and the wind's a horn 21003|That blasts the chill of the night, 21003|But we can feel the soft, sweet air is sweet. 21003|Aye, we can feel the soft, sweet air, 21003|The cold wind's fierce song, the chill of the night, 21003|The wind's and the wind's bitter sting; 21003|But no sun with the dawn of the days can sweeten the air 21003|Of our own home,--oh, no sun!--no dawn to cheer 21003|With its golden glory our own home! 21003|The sun breaks in the dark--but, at last, 21003|God's grace, it is sweet out and about-- 21003|The dewy grass, that we loved, the grasses rare, 21003|The dewy leaves, that were sweetest of all-- 21003|Not even the winds, nor the snow, nor the sleet, 21003|Can reach our home,--oh, no, not even Him! 21003|The sky has risen, but the sun doth not break; 21003|And though the night doth hold the veil of snow, 21003|Its light shall fill the world with day. 21003|The sun is risen in the gray, but 'tis past; 21003|But he shall rest eternally in the west-- 21003|For there are worlds where all the sun has set, 21003|Then hang still, like a ======================================== SAMPLE 3710 ======================================== 1382|And of the dead, 1382|And of her children dead: 1382|'For love of thee, 1382|Thy children, the dead, 1382|In our last of aeschaemies, 1382|Who is he, the old man that's crying 1382|When I hear the old lament 1382|'My children fallen, 1382|My children slain 1382|By yon spear-head of the Lord?' 1382|O, the old man he is shrieking 1382|As that spear-head leaps into heaven: 1382|'O my children fallen, 1382|My children slain, 1382|In the sword of my Father slain; 1382|Where is the old man now 1382|That knew his great God's shame, 1382|His sin was one with mine; 1382|'For I loved him so much, 1382|They loved him so much, 1382|They loved him so much, 1382|That he left his mother's arms 1382|For my brother-man John John. 1382|'His sister's children, 1382|In arms of his keeping, 1382|Pallid, a dark-hued shadow; 1382|And when they had done him wrong 1382|My old father, my father, 1382|'His children were dead, 1382|The children to me, 1382|His children dead, 1382|And he fled as they fled, 1382|Pale as a spectre I look: 1382|'In the land of my birth, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not, 1382|I see them not,' 1382|And so from a troubled dream 1382|The dream seemed to break. 1382|And he had seen them die 1382|As the night-wind dies, 1382|I saw that, when the night was full, 1382|I saw that he must die. 1382|His feet, his hands of woe, 1382|His body, pale and thin; 1382|His eyes I saw to weep 1382|As they looked of old at nought. 1382|Then he was one with me; 1382|He was old and I young; 1382|Our feet had journeyed on, 1382|Our hands had done their work, 1382|And in our hands had fallen, 1382|We stood together: that was all. 1382|When I looked up, his eyes 1382|Did I gaze on the same 1382|To which I gazed at nought, 1382|As if a ghost from the tomb 1382|Gleamed up the world with a ray. 1382|His hands of woe were white 1382|On the sad heart's brink, 1382|And his hands soothed and wept; 1382|On the sick heart's brink, 1382|Where the sick heart stood to bear 1382|Tears at the lips of the dead, 1382|Breathing in his last, 1382|And with hands of woe 1382|Heaping tears in his heart. 1382|'O my heart is sick!' 1382|The old man cried, 1382|'My heart is sick!' 1382|'And the sun of my youth, 1382|The sun of my youth, 1382|Fades as we stand to-night 1382|Upon the mountain-height 1382|With arms uplifted high, 1382|For a space of prayer: 1382|'O my heart is sick, 1382|My heart is sick! 1382|For a space of prayer 1382|To thee the mountain-high 1382|Shall wave with its storm 1382|For a brief time, then wane, 1382|And sleep in silence dark. 1382|'But a vision shall be 1382|To tell it to thee, 1382|That thy sorrow is gone, 1382|Thy grief of all the past, 1382|Thy woe to-night at rest, 1382|Till earth and the grave shall be. 1382|'Then shall the old man be, 1382|That loved like this eye, ======================================== SAMPLE 3720 ======================================== 4253|"Yes," he answered faintly, and no doubt with sorrow; but 4253|I don't mind the sound of those feet at all.-- 4253|It is, I am not sure--what we call foot and hand--in 4253|one's most delightful days: 4253|For at the moment when those footsteps stop, in 4253|that little green room, I never have a heart to 4253|call them by their names. 4253|And so they go on, still, as if they were not there: 4253|(For I know that, if I had one, I think I should cry 4253|more, when they should enter it.) 4253|And so we walk, and walk together, you and I: 4253|And here where we stand,--behind us!--is the path, 4253|By which I came; and there, just as I expect, goes 4253|the path I came from above. 4253|And there they stand; and we walk side by side, 4253|As if not found within the same place; and, 4253|by my own self, I feel ashamed to call them by 4253|their names. 4253|And, after all, there may be no other things 4253|Seen in our two lives, but is of this know: 4253|_That we, by walking side by side, 4253|Never can look in each other's eyes, 4253|But must know each other by that test._ 4253|There was an Italian youth,--he loved music, 4253|And spent his time in uningling notes. 4253|But when the sweet, melodious village girls 4253|Wrote in a book upon the woods, 4253|Some one of these girls, who had her hand laid 4253|Upon the page, caught up the music, 4253|And ran across the room, to hand her in 4253|The music-penned edition; and 4253|The copy of the book she brought with her; 4253|Now did not this sweet player find that she 4253|Had written what she ought not, but she 4253|Had added what she would not take away, 4253|And left, the pages, not so well written. 4253|And then a new and wiser woman 4253|Went round this fellow's house in question 4253|To give him something to consume: 4253|And this new woman had another thought. 4253|And this is why I said one of them 4253|Caught up the music, put it in a dish 4253|Where others he could only see 4253|As in a book of divinity. 4253|"Well--" said the player, "I say to both 4253|Your wives, and children, and my own self, 4253|We play the same old part; 4253|But when I look at those old notes again, 4253|Or hear them as they're remembered there, 4253|I very nearly think 4253|'Twas all a childish dream, a common one 4253|Which made me listen, thinking myself-- 4253|And this I fear, because he did not name 4253|His own name,--but was in truth the same 4253|Who now would be so sweet an intruder here 4253|As in the days of long ago, at night, 4253|To snuff and snore at once, and turn, and flit 4253|A half-remembered dream, 4253|That now is gone. 4253|"But you were never like me, my little man, 4253|Who have my memory, and it is true, 4253|For, when I wake at the approach of morn, 4253|I can recall not only what I saw-- 4253|Myself, for such the day-- 4253|But how I met your little brother, too! 4253|As, on her way to the church to pray, 4253|I heard him coming with a sharp cry, 4253|And felt the cold, and saw no path to follow, 4253|And was alone, without any word, 4253|And now he comes again, and yet again, 4253|Without speaking word or seeming to, 4253|And yet again, and yet again, 4253|To make me go there, and have one last look. 4253|"You were not like ======================================== SAMPLE 3730 ======================================== 8187|"That's my true love--that's my angel!" 8187|"It's as well," said the king, 8187|"That the world should be blinded, 8187|"As he knows she's a devil-- 8187|"No one knows that she's my wife, 8187|"That she's my angel!" 8187|A dame of high degree, 8187|With ample wealth of head, 8187|And a mind, that thro' all life 8187|Doth, with a sure content, 8187|Live by self, without a rival;-- 8187|I say, what's more, 'tis so-- 8187|That while she lives, she lives; 8187|And that's the truest law 8187|In her own heart, or her own head, 8187|Which ever has loved right. 8187|I'll tell, what they have told 8187|Around their walls before 8187|Their guests--what the praise is, 8187|In the fair world's midst, 8187|Which each one hath won;-- 8187|The first in their degree, 8187|And, I trust, at their own ease, 8187|The fairest and best of all 8187|Who e'er have entered there. 8187|In their first degree, no meaner, 8187|One in their next, 8187|And the third, that we call virtue, 8187|Which, though great in the sight, 8187|Is all that it can stretch, 8187|When its full length is made visible, 8187|And shows, with what a virtue, 8187|The hand that is nearest it. 8187|'Tis a ring of the eyes which makes 8187|The life-blood of the star, 8187|That on the pathway of being 8187|Still follows its own path. 8187|And this degree so bright, 8187|'Twill shine in the midst of storms, 8187|As they that can't get on 8187|In firmness or wealth: 8187|A grace, a sanctity 8187|Of all men's hearts and eyes 8187|That are at all times near, 8187|Or are to come, or are here, 8187|And that will forever be. 8187|In their second view, 8187|And seen in their third, 8187|They'll make that eye be 8187|Just as good as when first _seen_, 8187|And they'll prove that the fourth 8187|Is the bright, pure, greatest. 8187|It will be as good, 8187|As if she had not stayed in it, 8187|And in this 8187|Is the fairest of all. 8187|"_Italici carmen_" says the saying of our great 8187|poet, 8187|"The worst of all tongues, _aliquando_," was the Greek's 8187|best Italian proverb, 8187|and its power with ours is felt even in our English 8187|version. 8187|Now, as our Latin has a sound about it which is 8187|uneasy, 8187|And our English in its turn has an "allegro" which is 8187|tongue but weak, 8187|Let us try to say 8187|The things which we ought to say, 8187|That our English is a tongue of sound in which we 8187|shall ever find it easy to find fault, 8187|And are prone to say, "as if _I_ had been there_," 8187|when they're seen, as "I have not seen yet,"-- 8187|But how could we give a proper sense to such a 8187|thing as that? 8187|"_Dic mihi vidit Diomede, 8187|Tu quoque di turpe. 8187|'Tis a fair furlough, ye'll own, 8187|And he has two or three to lend. 8187|'Twere like Heaven to stay for aye, 8187|And then to come again!_" 8187|"Oh yes," quo' the youth, "but _if_ I mean, 8187|When he comes and shakes his good hand on't, 8187|'Tis with other gift than wine, sir: ======================================== SAMPLE 3740 ======================================== 27195|'Put on your coat, 'n' come o'er the fens. 27195|We'll sit down and chat and eat and drink. 27195|"I made a wife, 27195|She spoiled my han'; 27195|When ole woman done, 27195|What do you do? 27195|"You run 'n' hide, 27195|You scamp'raggate', 27195|You'll dror the wife; 27195|When ole woman done, 27195|What do you do? 27195|"I'll make 'er a nest, 27195|An' nest you'll git, 27195|If you's the nest o' the husband,-- 27195|You know I did. 27195|"If the wife will 'ave nuver been, 27195|An' yer wife will 'ave died, 27195|I'll live in yer grave, 27195|An' will be true to 'er." 27195|He sot down on his back an' 'eighly bowed 27195|An' 'e grieved a little when he bowed; 27195|But when he saw 'er eyes grow dim an' p'int, 27195|He knew 'er true as Eve 'eath 'is ve'y ve'y. 27195|An' so the two of 'er got married an' married, 27195|'E had 'is little 'ead to wish, 27195|An' so 'e brides fer to be married in, 27195|'E never made no more fuss about. 27195|But 'e was 'andsome as 'e wuz, an' 'undreds 27195|Of the, many 'andsome things you 'ave said; 27195|An' some day a letter came to 'is station; 27195|But it said,--"Mr. 'Lood, if you send in 27195|A lad, as tall as you, with the name 27195|O' a woman, who 'as brought a bundle 27195|Of firewood to fire- house, and when you 27195|Give her a penny, with the money 'at is 27195|Dropp'd in my heart; she has 'al'd a boy, 27195|And you 'as had a 'and; that boy's _now_ 27195|A man of the army," it said. 27195|"'E's all one, an' yer 'ad it, you see; 27195|That's why we're wedded to-day," said 'e. 27195|'E 'uzn't 'ardin' the matter when 'e saw 27195|'Im chawin' out a wager with 'is 'ands; 27195|So 'ow much love 'e gave 'im 'ide. 27195|"That's scot ye right fer that, I'll bet ye," said 'e. 27195|As they walked along a yaller road, 27195|They 'd sot the night till day, 27195|But they wuz onnymphs all day; 27195|There was honey in the air. 27195|W'en they went down by the road, 27195|A big, fat owl was flyin' 27195|An' it 'ud _steal_ the money in 27195|The w'en they go up by 'ome. 27195|'E 'uzn't got no time fer tears, 27195|You put your foot in, and I'll say 27195|"You shall have two more bob by-bye." 27195|But a peewit in a fir-tree 27195|Was callin' back-wards an' sassy, 27195|An' the owl yade a p'int, 27195|'E'll wuk thirty bob by-nd o' you. 27195|That's 'ow I did an' this seet went away, 27195|An' there I left a pile o' bones. 27195|The middlin' moon looks down on this place, 27195|It jus' shine like a little star at'ween. 27195|The pinks be'ind the lilac trees, 27195|An' the wind sails by in a long, 27195|Rip'in' dirges from the dark. 27195|Where the willows hang in the creek, 27195|A garden be ======================================== SAMPLE 3750 ======================================== I was a goodly captain, 3698|But am weary of my troubles. 3698|I will not make any more journeys. 3698|I will not roam at large like others, 3698|No more seek fame from the mouths of others. 3698|Let a man rise and a man make 3698|By his merit to be heard and followed, 3698|I will follow none, for none is great like 3698|My great qualities, 3698|And the world will say, 3698|This man in all good deeds was reckoned, 3698|And this man has been worthily reckoned, 3698|I am weary of my troubles. 3698|I will make no more voyages. 3698|I do not want any others, 3698|I would have my own way, 3698|And the world will laugh, and say, 3698|But he got it who should have been crippled, 3698|This man was reckoned poor and useless, 3698|And had a bad end. 3698|I will have no others. 3698|I am old, and I am hungry, 3698|I long for refreshment and good bread, 3698|And would be satisfied 3698|Without the assistance of others, 3698|And would be content 3698|With the work myself would have given them, 3698|In my own cause I am fighting, 3698|My own purpose my only strength is, 3698|I know all that I do, 3698|I know the secrets of my heart, 3698|I never tell a lie-- 3698|My only secret is my mind." 3698|"But you were never told all." 3698|"Yes, I was taught all, 3698|And sometimes I was told not to tell it, 3698|And sometimes I was allowed to confess it 3698|But I was never told all." 3698|"Was that a reason for his suffering?" 3698|"There are other things, 3698|For I was taught all, 3698|And sometimes it was not to be disclosed, 3698|And sometimes it was allowed to confide it 3698|But it was never told all. 3698|"Was that a reason for his being silent?" 3698|"No, the thing is so singular!" 3698|"Had his friends known where he was hiding, 3698|He might have made a lamentation. 3698|They were only his friends." 3698|"Was this a reason for his being absent?" 3698|"No, not really, I believe. 3698|He was to work; and he did not know where 3698|To look for it, his trouble was he keeping 3698|His thoughts close to his heart. 3698|"Would you work if you knew all? 3698|Why, you would faint; and you might drop with pain, 3698|And you might faint from working, and miss time. 3698|I can work if I will, and I can work all, 3698|In my own way; I am the one in power." 3698|"That is a lie." 3698|"True, I told many lies. 3698|I always said my life was a mockery, 3698|That I was going places, and always found 3698|Myself in sorrow while I thought to go; 3698|That no thought in my head would yield me any 3698|Contentment, or I found it but discontent. 3698|I could not believe all my life was a joke, 3698|It was not that I felt no comfort anywhere, 3698|That no peace would come with any change of lot 3698|But I had a reason to feel discontent. 3698|And so I told them all my secret pain 3698|And my secret sad complaints, 3698|Which I always kept in my mind, 3698|And all of my secret sad complaints. 3698|How did my friends believe my false complaints? 3698|The same as the men were inclined to think 3698|Their friends, who, on my decease, 3698|Wore scarlet caps and their tails cut short. 3698|But my sad complaints they believed, 3698|And the same as their friends believed them."-- 3698|"But there was always a reason given, 3698|And there was always a reason taken. 3698|I saw it continually, ======================================== SAMPLE 3760 ======================================== 1852|I am sure I will not ask you any questions, my dear friend. 1852|"Your compliments to my friend, to my friend, to my friends!" 1852|"Your friend, my dear Doctor Gilder; where he is." 1852|His eyes sparkled, in which no man knows his intentions. 1852|For a moment I pondered the words; 1852|But I soon remembered the voice 1852|In all its eloquence. 1852|"O you mean, my dear Doctor," said I, 1852|"You are a friend of the Kaiser, right?" 1852|She shook her head. 1852|"No, indeed, I was only answering your question," 1852|Replied the Doctor sadly. 1852|"No, my dear fellow; I only wanted to say 1852|That my friend is no member of the Kaiser's family." 1852|"The Kaiser, my dear Doctor?" I cried joyfully. 1852|"Yes, my dear boy," the mother of the Doctor repeated. 1852|"I know, 1852|I believe. I only meant to ask if you would kindly 1852|please to write my name down, on a piece of paper, 1852|Under the name of 'Alice C. Gilder'. 1852|"In what state do you live, sir, both at present and hereafter?" 1852|"Living in constant anxiety for health and for fortune." 1852|"And now, my dear girl, I am in the greatest haste, because I have 1852|"Nay, sir, you mean--you do believe, do you, doctor, that, 1852|This is the truth, then; that the Kaiser's wife is the Kaiser's 1852|daughter, 1852|And his child, in the same phrase, 1852|A fact too well known to depend on a matter of fact. 1852|"And the Kaiser himself," 1852|"Of course, my boy!" she exclaimed, and the tears 1852|Roguish in her eyes and the trembling which trembled throughout 1852|"What do you mean?" 1852|"That I should appear in the presence of a lady of my age, in 1852|"And what should be done with me?" 1852|"Of course, my daughter! with the utmost of my honor I wish 1852|What do you now for? In short, do you wish a gallant and 1852|"What are the rest of the Kaiser's women? Oh, a 1852|charm in dress!" 1852|"Ay, a charm in dress! yes! the charm that gives them a 1852|blessing at the time of their sorrow! A nurse and a 1852|pupil, 1852|All love them as dutiful children: an ever-watchful eye, a 1852|love and tender care, 1852|A care, too, for the young--a kind of maternal care, 1852|The lady replied at last: "I only said that I thought you 1852|were glad to find your old friend a lady of rank, and was proud 1852|he had known to be the child of a lady of rank. I 1852|must ask your pardon on that very ground; but I meant to 1852|ask you, too, that you write the Kaiser a letter, with a 1852|message of hope and of promise. In friendship you cannot 1852|deprive another of his thanks, but it is in friendship that 1852|the heart of a friend finds the fullest expression." 1852|At once, in the midst of these friendly addresses, 1852|Gilder's heart sank. 1852|There still lay 1852|The father, the mother, and the baby. They knew not. 1852|They could neither think nor feel. 1852|They could only hear 1852|The faint echo of voices that for many a year had 1852|possessed them; and yet, what had that been? 1852|He stood beside his lifeless son, with one arm around him, 1852|He looked up, and he saw that his son was not there. 1852|And what was this? 1852|He had no thought for the moment of anything. 1852|"I feel you, father," she whispered. "I feel you." 1852|A terrible struggle ensued! "How long have you stood thus, ======================================== SAMPLE 3770 ======================================== 18500|For 'twas a' the lasses aye had been in our debt: 18500|But God 's an' willdi, I dinna care a boddle, 18500|If lasses is alang the lasses erstwhile dear. 18500|As for the devil, I wadna cross his blast; 18500|The lasses are gude enough, how he daur you scoff! 18500|He's my ain, and I'll ance be his, in wondrous case; 18500|We needna do a wrang to 'll help our part. 18500|We're gaun to London, 18500|We're gaun to London; 18500|We're gaun to London, 18500|Wad laird us a'! 18500|O'er the hills and mountains, 18500|O'er the shoals and rivers, 18500|O'er the heather, 18500|To the land of hills and mountains. 18500|Up the heather-gemmocks, 18500|Up the snow-drifts, 18500|Flowing ever with the murmuring of waters, 18500|To the land of mountains 18500|Where the mountains weep; 18500|There to lie on "the sunny side" of mountains, 18500|With the valleys below; 18500|Where the valleys, 18500|Bright with beauty, 18500|Bold with beauty, 18500|Down in dale-nooks, 18500|Where the glen-holes 18500|Spread their shield-beams 18500|Through the winter-tide; 18500|Foliage-shadows 18500|Softly glimmering 18500|On the hazels, 18500|Foliage-glooms 18500|In the heath: 18500|Ae bed of broom 18500|By a hawthorn forest, 18500|Branchyte braid, 18500|Shroudy-shadowy, 18500|Bridled with bramble. 18500|There the swallow 18500|Whispers over 18500|As he flirts with the daisy; 18500|Tinkles the bells 18500|From the ferny 18500|To the pine-tops-- 18500|"Twinkle, tinkle, 18500|Ivy-stone," 18500|Sings the daffodil. 18500|In the glens 18500|Sighing ditties 18500|Strive the throstle, 18500|In his honey-moon, 18500|Sighing, sighing, sings the bat; 18500|Honey-hunters, 18500|Straying tigers, 18500|In the woods, 18500|Thrill not so! 18500|Leave them to the throstle, 18500|Let the bat come singing 18500|Out in anger from his lair; 18500|Let him sue, 18500|I can't say 18500|All I think, 18500|Sings the wood-duck 18500|In the river, 18500|Stoutly on the pike and pike' 18500|Bo'k your beaks, you long-billed sea-whale, 18500|Suffer us to sing your praise; 18500|We will serve you in the lurch, 18500|For our song shall prove the lurch in heaven! 18500|As 'tis our right to salute our jades with these, 18500|As they are dames of chines to pout and chive as us, 18500|As a mourner in a temple not to miss a teiretate; 18500|And to hear your teares fall a-smiling as they fling them, 18500|Upon the holy holy waters of milk; 18500|As the hymn of kalendias 18500|That the angels sing over 18500|From the heavens to the 18500|suns! 18500|As the holy hymn of kalendias, to the clouds, 18500|We'll the hymn in chorus, till the eev'ning shall cease; 18500|As the sad prythee, 18500|As a lonely wretch, 18500|As the prythee, 18500|That is so unappreciated, ======================================== SAMPLE 3780 ======================================== 1062|The time that she had been in the place 1062|The wind had brought her out of, 1062|A little of the air she had, 1062|And all the time was void. 1062|All day for that she had stood 1062|Beside the spot as one that knew, 1062|There by the road-side, where they lay 1062|Together and were glad. 1062|Then a voice rang out of the night, 1062|"Oh, bring from the mountain the light!" 1062|The eyes in the room were glad; 1062|And one answered "yes" from the night, 1062|And one from the light did fall. 1062|And one called out of the room, 1062|"Come down to the waters, love," 1062|And one said, "No! come down to the grave, 1062|For the road has left none at rest". 1062|And one said, "My tongue may bawl, 1062|Of the stars, as I sit by the fire, 1062|But my voice, though it may moan, 1062|Will never call from where it lay". 1062|And one said, "When death and Hades meet 1062|In the land for ever sealed, 1062|I will come forth to kiss your feet, 1062|And to kiss your mouth and face". 1062|And one sat beside her dying bed 1062|And slept and dreamed thereon. 1062|The lips she had kissed thereon 1062|Were not the lips she had died of. 1062|No, never more would they meet! 1062|The lips she had kissed were not the lips 1062|The light had quenched with its shine. 1062|And ever and anon the wind 1062|Was roaring at her side, 1062|And cried, "Where is the light that came?" 1062|And cried, "Where is the one to say 1062|That now that I come to the place - 1062|For she has died with the light in her eyes". 1062|On either side the street, 1062|With its flaring windows broken down, 1062|The little square street and tall, 1062|Rise out of sight 1062|Behind this old brick wall. 1062|In this strange place where all is bare, 1062|Out of the long wind of dust and heat, 1062|Out of the din and fury and the sound, 1062|There is something that I cannot put in words, 1062|Something I will never more forget, 1062|The beauty of the beautiful, 1062|The solemnity; 1062|And I know not what, 1062|For the stars have grown quiet and far off yet, 1062|And nothing I may do can put it into words. 1062|The roses hang in the garden beds, 1062|The night-spray stings in the eaves, 1062|And there is something I must never put in words, 1062|Something I will never more forget, 1062|The beauty of the beautiful, 1062|The solemnity. 1062|The moon has come home to the tower again, 1062|The bells ring clear, 1062|For the children all have gone to bed, 1062|And the time is a-hold. 1062|How long has the waiting been 1062|Since there was any music on earth, 1062|Or any sound of any bird! 1062|Oh, it was very, very long, 1062|But I have done nothing of all this: 1062|For I took the train 1062|(I must be back 1062|Before the end of this year), 1062|And I will put in somewhere 1062|The hours which I used to know, 1062|And write the hours, 1062|And bring them back to you. 1062|Then the clock will strike twelve, 1062|And I will see if the hours are 1062|So many,--the hours so many! 1062|How long has the waiting been? 1062|How long has the waiting been? 1062|The moon has come home to her tower again, 1062|The bells ring sure, 1062|For the clock in the towers of the world 1062|Knows all that has been. 1062|All the time is the same ======================================== SAMPLE 3790 ======================================== 22229|Away with me, a lover! 22229|On the wild water, in the storm, 22229|Where the nightingale cries, 'Ahoy!' 22229|The tempests do their worst, 22229|But the best omen's here, 22229|Where the rose and lily bloom, 22229|And the stars love you, dear: 22229|Come away, for, oh! we know 22229|You will trust the same, love ye. 22229|There's a green wood path in the glen, 22229|And I would follow yon path, 22229|That leads to the sea, and to peace 22229|And a shore-line far away. 22229|Far from the strife, the toil, the din, 22229|Where's my life-beat sobs and sighs? 22229|Far from the sorrows which divide 22229|The heart from the life it loves: 22229|My friend, you know not what it is 22229|That turns the heart from a part. 22229|Is it the lonely hill, the dreary vale, 22229|Or the sunny hill-side, where I roam? 22229|Are they for ever lonely in the dale, 22229|Or the sunny valley, where I rove? 22229|Or is it the dark, wild woods for me, 22229|And the quiet, distant glade? 22229|For ever my heart groans and weeps, 22229|When the sunset dies in the west, 22229|To the sea's vast tide, that the sunset floods, 22229|For ever, all night long. 22229|From the world's weary world, the weary throng, 22229|I ask--are they there, dear, I may not see? 22229|Oh, I would avenge it, the wrong I mean 22229|I did for those--to those, and to you! 22229|But I have no land, oh tell me where are they? 22229|There is no shore--we must wander wide and far, 22229|In the lonely hours: 22229|And my grief, and my sorrow could repay 22229|As I wander--wander--far from home! 22229|The world is cold--in the sunset-shine 22229|Of summer noon, 22229|The trees are silent, the grasses wave, 22229|The sky is clear, the air is sweet, 22229|But to me there is nought to praise. 22229|The clouds are hoary--bright the moon 22229|To me is a blind, dark ray-- 22229|And still my heart breaks with sorrow's whirl, 22229|Aware, or anon with anguish's heat. 22229|But to me there is nought to please-- 22229|My sorrow I bear not at all, 22229|My grief I am almost fain 22229|And the world--so dull, and so dull. 22229|There comes a sound of laughing and singing 22229|Across the quiet sky, 22229|And the lark's bold song in the crimson hush, 22229|And the clatter of feet, 22229|The music of feet! 22229|The clouds on the golden upland are a-lee: 22229|The breeze is loud and deep; 22229|And sweet is the song of the laughing clatter 22229|That rings and rings, 22229|Oh, how the heart leaps up in the leaping clack! 22229|Oh, how the heart leaps up, 22229|It loves it cannot brook 22229|The shade of aught to dream! 22229|The song of spring in moorland and meadow 22229|Is mellow and clear; 22229|And all the air is full of the singing-bird's-song 22229|That mocks at the mind. 22229|And all around each lone cottage in the glen-- 22229|The clatter of feet 22229|Is echoing on far-off fields, 22229|In the dark there is no shadow, that man's will never 22229|Come true to my sight; 22229|I've seen him never 22229|And it scares my heart and my eye 22229|When my father's face I see 22229|When I reach the place of all my dreams 22229|Oh, happy, happy it seems ======================================== SAMPLE 3800 ======================================== 2294|Then, when the light is dim or gone, 2294|The first thing I remember is 2294|The one old clock that still is ticking, 2294|The one gray hand that reaches out, 2294|Groping, for welcome. 2294|Tilting, too, the old piano, 2294|Where once was squeaking, straying, 2294|How oft the strings kept coming, coming 2294|And tinkle-lingering-down to naught, 2294|Faint-tinkering in the shadows, thin- 2294|ning-tapping, 2294|How oft they seemed to sing in answer 2294|To that soft laughter in the hall, 2294|Soft singing-birds-enchanting, low 2294|carpeted walls and dim-lit fane, 2294|And music-haunted by the light 2294|Of candlelight and candles. 2294|I have had many a dream of life 2294|In old and wood-built houses, 2294|In lofty chambers with hard doors 2294|And painted windows, 2294|Whereon, over fallen leaves and broken 2294|Wall fluttered, 2294|I've watched the old men sitting there. 2294|They sat on mats of tan or blue, 2294|Or white and scarlet-dyed, 2294|With broad-faced chests and slender waists, 2294|And over all broad-faced waists 2294|Their rotted hats of scarlet, 2294|Their scarlet wigs curled in black rings, 2294|And their large-set eyes grim and liquid-eyed, 2294|And their sharp golden noses wagging 2294|And pointing sticks. 2294|I can remember every face 2294|That passed through all the long day, 2294|And the red-faced boys that pass 2294|Like long laughers, long to hit 2294|Their old-fashioned hearth-stones, 2294|And all the other faces. 2294|I know the boys that stood and smiled 2294|And passed without a word: 2294|They were the old-timers and old-timers 2294|And they and the others in the door, 2294|The old-timers I shall see no more. 2294|But the clock that still ticks, 2294|And ticketh, over and over, 2294|I know that it will soon stand still, 2294|And the little clock with its shining wheel 2294|Will have rest. 2294|I know how the hours will pass: 2294|The old man in the booth, the boy with a horn, 2294|The girls that pass me on the street, 2294|The old-timers in the old brown place 2294|Where I was fed and nursed, 2294|And the old-timers in the long-ago-- 2294|And each and all will stop and stand 2294|In the wood-filled street and call, 2294|As each and every one of them will leave 2294|His journey and its griefs, 2294|And smile at their young friend passing 2294|Where they have sat and watched. 2294|I know that, in their quiet, lone, unsurmountable 2294|existence, 2294|They will remember their night's death 2294|And the hour he started for the sunset, 2294|And the moment I ran and cried, 2294|Too late to help, too young to save, 2294|And thought no one might know. 2294|And they will think of all the other nights 2294|When I saw but him to whom I had no one to tell. 2294|He had gone to other eyes, with other faces. 2294|They will remember his eyes and his eyes' eyes 2294|The whole of his youth and his life long since told, 2294|And their young friends and their dreams of long-gone days, 2294|And the friends who loved him, the friends he looked to for help. 2294|And they will think of the boy whose eyes and head 2294|Looked in on me, in the quiet of twilight, 2294|In the deep old room where his soul grew dim, 2294|In his white old dress, and his long white hair untied, 2294|And his hands still clasped in the old, old ======================================== SAMPLE 3810 ======================================== 9578|The great white flag of truce, 9578|Fret thy great banner as you may, 9578|The peace-pipe of the North! 9578|Thou art a soldier bold of limb, 9578|And strength and spirit as of old, 9578|And thy voice speaks loud as thine mien 9578|Sings loud the anthem old 9578|To that loyal people bold and free, 9578|Which has borne down the mightier foe, 9578|And borne the old flag of the South 9578|Down to the grave of time. 9578|O brotherly twin-bloods, Southerners, 9578|O true, confederates, brothers! 9578|Our bonds together are like bands 9578|Of sturdy ox-leavings cast 9578|O'er some fair city walled with stone, 9578|By care and sickness worn. 9578|How strongly the bonds link'd are, 9578|A thousand miles they make us one! 9578|How fast our souls are linked the while 9578|Our bonds are numbered keen and stark 9578|By solemn oath and clear! 9578|We two are linked beyond the seas, 9578|Our father's grave is near; 9578|Oh! never covenant so was made 9578|By human lips below. 9578|Each with each, as sons to sons 9578|Twin-link'd, binds us to the rest 9578|Old Southerner in bosom know 9578|Old Yankee, he who runs 9578|The ocean's great wall; 9578|Southron, from whose heart old Time 9578|Takes breathless snapshots grim, 9578|Who, turning, breathes the wild air 9578|Of Calypso's hollow trees 9578|On Yankee's gone gait. 9578|The blue-eyed maid in Pekin, 9578|Who in her flaxen hair 9578|And mountain brow wore the look 9578|Of ancient craftsmen fair, 9578|The blue-eyed maid in Pekin, 9578|I come to ask your friendship's aid, 9578|With tears of burning love, 9578|From hills that lie beyond the town 9578|And distant hills of Seward. 9578|The storm sweeps over the valley 9578|And all is cold and bare; 9578|But warm and vivid is my dream 9578|Of the soft light of your eyes, 9578|And strong are the memories that throng 9578|And throng in your fond belief 9578|Of the friends that once were near you 9578|Where sleep the dead! 9578|The storm sweeps over the valley, 9578|And soon the sky will shine; 9578|But never again in your life 9578|Shall the one dear thought remain, 9578|The thought that comes to-day of the man 9578|You see upon my dresser. 9578|The storm sweeps over the valley, 9578|Its storm and glory cease; 9578|But the black clouds overhead will pass 9578|Like thoughts of you in my heart. 9578|You've heard of the red hill in the blue valley, 9578|The red hill of Sodom and gory Egypt, 9578|The red hill of Moab and Gethsemane, 9578|The red hill of Celebes and the great sea; 9578|And of the white goat and the black mane, 9578|And the blood red stag and the fox's nose, 9578|By the blood-red grave at the foot of Jerusalem, 9578|And the white cross of Richard. 9578|You've heard of the holy church in Gethsemane 9578|Where two nations make peace, 9578|The thief nation of Amalek and the lord nation 9578|Of Chanuka; 9578|And Gath's and Aganippe, 9578|And Gezer's high city, 9578|By hills that lie and wide. 9578|The holy church in Gethsemane 9578|Was built of straw and straw; 9578|The holy church at Nazareth 9578|Was built on the sand; 9578|And Elijah's tower, as ye know, 9578|Was built on the rocks. 9578|The lord of Lodish, the king of Israel, 9578|Was baptized ======================================== SAMPLE 3820 ======================================== 16452|Astride it, as its lord, was standing, 16452|The herald, Orestes, who was there. 16452|But me the warrior, with the might 16452|Of his own weapon, with a nod of sway 16452|Ascended, as I, nearest of kin, 16452|The herald stood, and in his hand 16452|He took my noble brother's spear; 16452|For when so near, I could not draw 16452|The weapon from the scabbard free 16452|And from its lance-standers, which are all 16452|Of gold. As I should fain have done, 16452|I hurled me with such force that it 16452|In midmost of the weapon tore 16452|A vein out through the hollow space, 16452|And from the body's eyeball grew 16452|Deep-seethed, with all its burden deep. 16452|He fell, but stood and made a moan, 16452|And from the dead he raised it up. 16452|But I then hastened to revive 16452|My brother, and his death he spared. 16452|Then Hector, swift of foot, sprang down, 16452|And standing at our head, his spear 16452|His falchion with his eyes aloft 16452|Marking, he thus impatient said. 16452|Oh, what a deed hath Hector done! 16452|How, with these arms, have not a spear 16452|Of double weight to him been thrown 16452|Right through his forehead, and so slain? 16452|Yet, may it not be, the Gods on him 16452|Breathe clouds of vengeance on him and thine 16452|At such a time, and I myself 16452|Shall see anew these arms, which of late 16452|I cherished, and for love of these 16452|For which we fought, fall here by Hector slain. 16452|To whom, the herald of the Grecians, King 16452|Arcesilas, made answer, swift of foot. 16452|Hector! the hand of Neptune hath now 16452|Dismiss'd thy hands, which he did them distribute 16452|Beside the city wall, when, all the host 16452|Of Troy deserted by their Chiefs 16452|(All sentinel'd by Hector at his posts) 16452|He came, to whom at length at once we gave 16452|The signal, and with these he went away. 16452|So he who, when his life it seemed best 16452|To break a spear in many a warrior slain, 16452|Thus spake; nor Hector, nor the Trojan mind, 16452|Could there agree. As when a lion slays, 16452|And he, the lion, who was sent out 16452|To be their guard from the Chiosians' spears, 16452|So Hector and the Trojans him defied. 16452|And there he fell, by Hector slain, beside 16452|The gate, which, on his sudden stalks his prey, 16452|The Trojan Trojans at in flight dismay'd, 16452|And Hector first fell; then Phoebus fell, by force, 16452|With his bright shield, by whom the Trojan host, 16452|Toil-stricken, vainly stood aloof. 16452|At such a pitch, so many foes fell dead, 16452|Such tumult grew, so many Greeks they sought; 16452|Such tumult, and the Troyen Chiefs had fled, 16452|Had not the son of Lycaon sent 16452|A voice, who thus, the chief of all, began. 16452|All, now! go, let each his staff prepare 16452|A steely mass, of wood, of swine-gut, 16452|Or hide; for so the Chiefs shall die in vain, 16452|While Hector yet is living, for we yet, 16452|All here, shall perish wholly. Then fight 16452|With will, my friends, and stand against it long. 16452|So saying, he hurled it on the foe, 16452|And with his two-pointed spear struck through. 16452|Through his right shoulder it went; at which 16452|Phoebus stood awe-wrapt, for, piercing his heart, 16452|A deep wound throated so suddenly, 16452|Few ======================================== SAMPLE 3830 ======================================== 1852|And, as I've said, I'm only his wife now. His wife, 1852|Or, rather, at least, has married her. And I know 1852|What the law would be if a wife was wed to a fellow 1852|Who, in his own house, had a child, who, with his wife, 1852|Had a child?... The husband in question, alas, 1852|No doubt, is a stranger to you or your family. 1852|And how, in short, will the family of him--or her? 1852|What will come of him? not to know; or, if he can, 1852|To conjecture; and, if not quite so perplexing, yet 1852|More manageable. 'Twas my husband's daughter, 1852|As well as his own, who was married to him. 1852|But if she in fact be his, and the boy is his, 1852|What will the children, begot by him, to do? 1852|To what, if he himself, in his own house, have a child, 1852|That, say, to what will the patriarch of his household be? 1852|And if he to you on the continent were born, 1852|Is he the father of the present citizen? 1852|And not yet in residence, and not yet in name, 1852|But what will he be to the future of the city? 1852|How can he to that city's future contribute part? 1852|"Altho' he be a stranger to me, he hath 1852|A name that I know, and an age, too, more than mine,-- 1852|The name and the age to the future of the city. 1852|And a name like his, too, I should say, can't compare 1852|With my own;--but as, indeed, he has not a child. 1852|He 'tis I whom alone I shall meet, 1852|And which I shall look on when I see 1852|The grave of Napoleon! Now would I pray 1852|To him, inasmuch as, since I saw him, 1852|I have not been able faithfully to live, 1852|And may not yet be able faithfully to hope,-- 1852|The moment should come, when, for the first time, 1852|I should look in his eyes, and, having looked on it, 1852|I should feel it, which I feel not now,-- 1852|That his hand should to me its claim secure, 1852|With the same love (if, then, you can believe it) 1852|I first gave to my first love,--and, being cheated out 1852|Of it, I should most gladly to-morrow return 1852|To it!" No! alas, my heart, I am sure, 1852|Would make answer to its own answer if he, 1852|At last, should ask it! 1852|"Inasmuch as no child you ever shall bear 1852|More deeply than an hour-old letter," she said, 1852|"I will also not say no to a kiss, 1852|But as to a kiss, I hope that you'll say no. 1852|I trust, tho' your eyes are heavy by this time, 1852|Your words will be light by the time this letter is read: 1852|I would have a good word for 1852|Your brother, your father, and your mother!" 1852|And, as he said this, by this time she was gone. 1852|In the hall that night the great clock, the bell, 1852|The clock-hand, and the clock-chain, and the clock 1852|Of the clock-chain seemed standing motionless, 1852|And an airy-colored figure seemed to stand 1852|Over the window, at the entrance of the hall, still, 1852|As she stood, a figure that was not there, 1852|And did not seem to move; and the air seemed, too, 1852|Disturbed, in the room. "The letter?" she said. 1852|"This was written, I think, by Mr. A. F. 1852|To Mr. Ettrick, not long since. When I saw it 1852|(I forget to count these letters, but I know, 1852|And they write to me sometimes, or to ======================================== SAMPLE 3840 ======================================== 12241|For him, who dares the world on high, 12241|Shall have an ear that never heard. 12241|The very best was meant by him -- 12241|If that's the kind God allows -- 12241|In life, in death, or everlasting. 12241|Not mine the glory that would be 12241|To have been God's first rehearsal; 12241|But he who works out his desire -- 12241|Why, such a person is as well. 12241|For if he does, who knows the end, 12241|The world becomes a story-book, -- 12241|I mean a world of pleasure tales, 12241|Tales told on the happiest hills, 12241|Tales told in the valleys of blest 12241|Beside the happiest rills. 12241|I hear a voice that calls in ire, 12241|And looks all-seeing in my face 12241|Tell you they've got to go away; 12241|And then the voice is gone. 12241|I should not, please, dislike you, child, 12241|If aught disturbed the placid peace 12241|Which love and faith and nature made 12241|Between us two. 12241|I should not, please, dislike you, child. 12241|But when two tender forms entwine 12241|In a luxuriant mesh of hair, 12241|And I can see the dark eyes meet 12241|In a close mutual gaze, 12241|And you, between them, seem to peer 12241|Into their eyes, I am not then 12241|A fit friend to loiter with 12241|In a placid peace. 12241|There was a time when I would fain forget 12241|The very name of this world of pain, -- 12241|This dreary, narrow world, wherein we dwell, 12241|This dreary, narrow world! 12241|It seemed a thousand years ago, 12241|When all the past in sudden green 12241|Ran gadding round the old wall, -- 12241|And I was in my prime, -- 12241|That I should never grow so old 12241|As to rot in dust and sand, 12241|And have no one to treasure up 12241|What I had loved so wholly then, 12241|In vivid, childhood-morning-smile, 12241|And in my heart's most secret place, 12241|Here where the angels rest. 12241|What would these angels do? 12241|I was not in their forgiveness, 12241|Nor they in mine. 12241|The angels know. 12241|But mine they never knew. 12241|My youth went up like a spring 12241|Until it fell like a hail 12241|On hapless youth again. 12241|And yet I did not dream, -- 12241|I scarcely thought to know 12241|That some one, who was near, 12241|Would stand beside the door, 12241|To call me from the beach. 12241|It was a summer's morning, 12241|And I lay in the rocking-pool, 12241|A-dreaming of the summer 12241|That was to be. 12241|The waves like little minstrels 12241|Beside the pebbly beach, 12241|And made these pensive minstrels 12241|My own despair and harm. 12241|I dreamed that all the worlds 12241|Were offered to my view, 12241|And that, if I would choose, 12241|I could ascend the mountain, 12241|And leave the rest behind. 12241|The clouds came very near, 12241|And then uplike I rose, 12241|And sought the highest point 12241|The clouds came very near. 12241|They circled fast and faster, 12241|Till there seemed nowhere room 12241|For anything but my hair; 12241|And, as I walked along, 12241|I said in my regret: 12241|"I never shall have it so, 12241|For I shall never wear it." 12241|There's joy, O soul, in man's 12241|The life is not so sweet 12241|In the air that his lips breathe, -- 12241|It leaps on the breeze, it 12241|Is a thousand ======================================== SAMPLE 3850 ======================================== 1211|Who never shall be master of the world 1211|But by his very nature to be master 1211|Is not in the least the man to be queen. 1211|Tho' the world may be my country, 1211|And my heart, my life, my love, 1211|And my heart, my life, my love, 1211|And all that is therein; 1211|Yet that heart is more than this, 1211|And more than death or life, I pray. 1211|The earth and my heart abide 1211|As in a covenant; 1211|And I and my love only 1211|Shall leave the ground where we lie. 1211|No beast hath touched my love, 1211|No beast, or sickle, or wheel; 1211|The heart of my love within me 1211|Ticks at the apple as it may: 1211|And I am not afraid to touch it, 1211|Though it be a hundred miles off. 1211|A little while on this we lie; 1211|A little while yet we sit; 1211|Then let us a little further roam; 1211|Fear not the wind, nor the rain; 1211|And all this while, O love, thou art 1211|To make these lands a heaven 1211|For thee, and me, and the weary. 1211|There is an old Greek tragedian 1211|Who went to heaven, for something, 1211|In saying that he never 1211|Lived hereafter, but was 1211|A little higher there. 1211|It is a little Greek lady 1211|Who keeps the door of doors 1211|On all great wrong deeds, and all small wrong words. 1211|She has one foot in earth, but moves 1211|With a heavenly motion; and for fear 1211|Of losing all her power to move, 1211|She has one foot in heaven. 1211|Tears, that are not nature's weeping, 1211|Wear that which nature is wearing; 1211|Tho' tears themselves are but beasts' leaping, 1211|That kick about in air. 1211|Sweet, I will not think that I am what I have been; 1211|And yet I have not been much that I could have been. 1211|'Tis very strange: but, Julia, think on a while, 1211|And this argument thereupon may prove it so. 1211|What is a blush? 'tis a clear, white cloudlet; 1211|And though it come and go like other clouds, 1211|'Tis not so pretty a cloudlet as a smile. 1211|A blush signifies a very low condition; 1211|A cloudlet a fair, but not a windy place. 1211|And though this house all day shall be raining, 1211|There shall not be a drop in it, or very near it. 1211|A pretty bird peck'd a flower, and when he'd eat it, 1211|Thenceforth he never fed, but sat still eating; 1211|A man, with hunger, by the thirst took his supper; 1211|A mighty old man with a child, looks at the moon; 1211|And this one is a little man, and that one a giant; 1211|Yet though he be so very large, yet these two things 1211|Are little men, and little men are mighty big. 1211|The sun, in summer, shines in midst of the plain, 1211|He looks through the clefts in the hedges and rocks; 1211|But in his middle are straw-like places for sleeping, 1211|Where children often lie and dream sweet dreams. 1211|Through the hedges they go peeping, 1211|The morning grey hairs that on the hedges pass: 1211|They want their bed, 1211|They want their covering, 1211|And every man must want his bread and cheese. 1211|And when the winter comes, with its cold and hunger, 1211|And thaws grow hard upon the ice, and the rivers overflow; 1211|And when the butter comes, and when the milk comes, 1211|And all things are wanting that the day requires; 1211|Then come sweet sleep, and all things shall be ready; 1211|Thaw all the butter, and all the milk bring. 1211| ======================================== SAMPLE 3860 ======================================== 36508|The night winds blow. 36508|But no other sound. 36508|I know a man with blood of a king 36508|On the edge of the world's great ocean of time, 36508|Whose hands held the world in his outstretched hand, 36508|Whose soul was strong with the world's great sun, and 36508|Whose head was crowned by the sun's new reign. 36508|His eyes, when they looked, were golden and clear, 36508|And his brow was bound with a crown of gold; 36508|He had no fear, no desire, that he might 36508|Bring back from the grave the glory that was him. 36508|And ever and anon he would give his breath 36508|To those who were dead or who had gone 36508|Before him from that earth made perfect of God, 36508|And all for the renown of the world's great King, 36508|The renown that was lost for a little space, 36508|As he looked from the crowns of the suns on a world 36508|He could not forget, and knew not that they burned. 36508|For his soul was sick with the shame of love 36508|Whose face betrayed the beauty of the earth, 36508|With the crowns and the glory of the world's great King. 36508|No word of warning, no look came to his head 36508|Of this great king with a far-reaching hand. 36508|No voice of counsel, no sign came of a man 36508|Speaking to him, a living voice or dead, 36508|To teach him to heed or to wait, nor thought 36508|Could the old man's heart have ever meant 36508|A more remote and lost than it was. 36508|But as some poor man, who, as a pauper, 36508|Hath looked upon his master and he stands 36508|Heave before him, with his head bowed low, 36508|And felt how all his wealth has been a lie, 36508|Is that he finds--oh, but the heart of him 36508|Is wounded and broken, and the old man's dream 36508|Is a dream of a dream and a dream again; 36508|And he rises from his bed of sorrow. 36508|And he said, "My soul is tired with the years. 36508|My heart knows what it would not fathom then-- 36508|"And I long to lay my head upon a bed 36508|Of linen, and look into its eyes and face, 36508|And speak out softly, as a child that is fain, 36508|And the world made wise, and the world made wise again." 36508|I cannot give thee glory, 36508|So much as a heart of love; 36508|The more thou hast it, more duteous 36508|To mine affections thou shalt be. 36508|It gives to others pride and pride to me, 36508|To me who am so seldom called 36508|A king. Ah, then, for such as I thy Grace 36508|Most glorious and great should be; 36508|The very word should be, O Queen, 36508|"My Grace, we seek the world's greatest man." 36508|Thou art so little that thy grief is infinite; 36508|But thou hast found a treasure, O Queen, most rare, 36508|The one gift in the whole wide world to thee. 36508|I cannot tell why thou hast won this grace; 36508|Thou holdest it in thy heart as a treasure hid 36508|In the quiet garden of thy soul, and soothe 36508|Thy weak soul to calm itself in silence there, 36508|Thyself unseen amid the many eyes 36508|Upon thee which watch and weep for thee. 36508|Thou cravest to see that face of thine 36508|Lifted from out thy soul's own sad heart 36508|And all its empty pain: 36508|And in this little sweet love sweetly done, 36508|Thou holdest it as a treasure hid 36508|In its own quiet, quiet heart. 36508|O what is it that I see come toward me 36508|With the dim, proud procession of my love? 36508|A face that makes a sign to me, a sign 36508|Of its proud heritage of years. 36508|And what ======================================== SAMPLE 3870 ======================================== 16452|On whose firm neck two darts from Hector's brow 16452|Were bent, or in one thigh the buckler's force 16452|Was spent, the other fell in mid career. 16452|Nor were they absent long from us; but soon 16452|As we reached Troy, we heard on every side 16452|A noise of men, and to my comrades gave 16452|Commandment to my friend Æneas, first. 16452|Then, trembling, and with terror at the sound, 16452|They ran to me, and, while I sat beside, 16452|I said: "Attend, for I would see the Chief 16452|Of Priam, who now seeks his own subdued." 16452|As when within a field the vultures, haled 16452|Into the carcase of a slaughtered hart, 16452|With piercing cries around his corpse alight-- 16452|Such were the sounds which now were heard around 16452|My friend. When we were reached at length the steps 16452|Of steep Alcathous, with high wall reared, 16452|So that the gods a refuge might have granted 16452|To Hector, thus he spake. To thee belong 16452|Our future lives, the place of sacrifice. 16452|Thou shalt to Priam's altars and his side 16452|Expect the coming of the Chief revered 16452|By Priam, who, if no fatal curse 16452|Thee destined for him, yet will give thee pain 16452|In his own bosom in those fumes and flames 16452|From which thou now hast freed his body. But if 16452|No direst words thou utter, then, if he come 16452|Who has, with my consent, no wish to kill 16452|The King of Troy (for he was once a Chief 16452|In Troy), he shall not yet be spared the flames 16452|Of that fuming fire, and thou shalt feel him bound 16452|To Priam, so thou shalt him at once deliver." 16452|He now, obedient to his friend's commands, 16452|Turned from the steps and went into the court. 16452|And now within the spacious house of Priam 16452|Sat noble Hector on the noble Chief's knees, 16452|For he desired not even to be questioned 16452|By that dread Chief of all the Grecians, as 16452|He sat at his feet, his father's altars; but 16452|He prayed he might, by great Jove, at his side, 16452|Sit down, and in his hand his sword obtain'd 16452|Of Hector, with the lance which once he bore 16452|From Ilium's heights to smite the Trojan host. 16452|Then Hector rose, with both his hands his shield 16452|Uplifted, and with eyes fixed steadfast sat. 16452|The King of blazing beams, as soon as he heard 16452|That they still strove, his burning eyes grew bright, 16452|And thus bespake the Lord of radiant light. 16452|Hector of Priam! thou shalt at their efforts 16452|Incomparably soon encounter them, 16452|If but Patroclus and myself be there 16452|Who shall in arms a second time assail 16452|The camp, and thus shall they, themselves, prevail. 16452|Brave friend! thou know'st all the strength of Ilium. 16452|Now then, and should we with our vessels be 16452|Within their camp, and all their warlike strength 16452|To arms, as well as their renown secure 16452|And all the spoils of slain Patroclus? or shall 16452|We still be suffered to abstain from combat? 16452|For they, by night, have left themselves in Troy, 16452|And in the darkening of my father's house 16452|Have left their friends, having been consumed. 16452|Then should the sons of Troy, as well as they, 16452|From me with blood and slaughter slain, with brass 16452|And bronze, with dust and ashes, all together 16452|Reserved in all their encampments, by force 16452|Ceased, and on the coast of Thessalia's isle 16452|Were gathered all together. I myself 16452|Would now the people of Troy again 16452|Seize, and would make them perish ======================================== SAMPLE 3880 ======================================== 19221|Where the brook rins in the sun, 19221|And the swallows twitter and chirp, 19221|And the lark sings on the steeple, 19221|And the brown bees wage industrious war 19221|With the briar that binds the hay. 19221|But hark! 'tis a messenger from heaven, 19221|Sent down by friendly wings to spread 19221|Patience to mortals in distress, 19221|And to loose mankind from sin. 19221|Brief are all accounts of our miseries; 19221|Few persons are aware how wrong our lives. 19221|Thoughts, such as thine, are scarce of human sorrows; 19221|They grieve like thoughts that rise in the dazzled mind. 19221|In some parts of Spain and Italy 19221|The swain his poor and meagre wain 19221|Calls his fair daughter, whom he keeps 19221|In a convent cell, apart, to be 19221|The patron of an ancient school; 19221|Where divers shades, in mute regard 19221|For her sake, oft, uninvited, 19221|In sad arrears of milk and honey, 19221|Complain of her cold convent duty. 19221|There, too, oft, when his flock is grazing, 19221|And the warm sun shines lustily, 19221|The swain may see a wolf advancing; 19221|The timid sheep beforehand retired; 19221|And what he lacks in strength they more 19221|In quietness may well contain. 19221|He sees--but how with what success 19221|He hopes to bless her is unknown; 19221|And aught that in her bosom glows 19221|Will be wanting to impart to him. 19221|To him her love, so soon declared, 19221|Is proof of faith, and his delusion. 19221|Though love in her eyes burn, 'tis but 19221|A light that later shall burn 19221|To blinding ash, or vain desire; 19221|Nor shall her faith, so soon revealed, 19221|'Gainst that delusion be proved. 19221|O Love! that short-lived is thy date, 19221|And shines but in passing away, 19221|Like an emblem'd beam, that dies on earth 19221|Before its maker; gliding but a while 19221|To that state where all hearts feel at heart, 19221|Love is lived, and shall live for aye. 19221|Sweet Love, though thou be of the lovely kind, 19221|Still make us fearful; thou canst make us see 19221|How little, how contrary, can be 19221|The sweetness, the beauty, the majesty 19221|Of one whose heart is ever fain 19221|To hear thee, thy soft lore to teach, 19221|And to obey thee, thy grave commands. 19221|My sweetheart! how blest was I when first we met, 19221|And how I gazed on thine eyes, and stole to thee 19221|My heart?--when "Sweetheart, come and rest awhile with me," 19221|Thy ring of glories made my world a holy | | 19221|house; 19221|It is a world where Love, and Fame, and Fame's sweet pain 19221|are sweet, 19221|And we are poor as we did not love before. 19221|But when I came to tell thee this story's ending, 19221|I never did perceive thy smile my tears did fill, 19221|And so I went to sleep, nor waked to weep as much; 19221|But as I lay awake, I dreamt I sat alone 19221|With thee, sweet Love, and thy green eyes, so full of bliss, 19221|In heaven, and thought that I should look on thee now, 19221|And soon I woke, and thought, "Oh, thou gipsy Love, 19221|Why hast thou flown?--but why go alone?" 19221|Sweet Love! if we could only see 19221|Thee, and the tears we weep for thee, 19221|The thoughts we think of thee, every one, every day, 19221|Even I might cry, 19221|As I am wont to do when woe strikes down a heart of me. 19221|But thou art far gone; my tears then would cease ======================================== SAMPLE 3890 ======================================== 3692|"Hail!" I cried; and I heard in the roof 3692|A voice I knew; and I looked through the door 3692|Into the night, and lo! behind me, 3692|A face whose name I could not declare 3692|(God keep its privacy!) I knew not. 3692|'Twixt us and the sky's abyss I knew it. 3692|A spirit's glory in the darkness 3692|I knew. And that I knew not. "Heav'n," 3692|Said she, "has not revealed the secret 3692|In all its beauty to a mortal. 3692|'Mid the pale stars of light a shadow lies: 3692|I am a dreamless hour beneath the stars: 3692|And the darkness waits for me, since ye cannot 3692|Save yourselves, and all the stars ye love! 3692|Oh, that ye love me enough to give 3692|Your loving to that which you are loving!" 3692|I saw her. There stood at her feet 3692|A broken gem, a tarnished gem. 3692|She turned not at that sight, but strode 3692|Back to the throng, nor ever a word 3692|Drew from her lips the smile that lit 3692|Those eyes, whose splendor could so well 3692|Befit a star's, and yet chose instead 3692|That which might be called a star's light; 3692|I saw her go; and I, who could watch, 3692|Watching all night and all day from the bar, 3692|Her beauty, watched it not, nor knew 3692|Its splendour could be touched by mine; 3692|I saw it only once, and it fled. 3692|I saw a shadow in one hour go 3692|And leave the light at last, when all things flee, 3692|And the last star that glimmers now 3692|Floats from the night, as a shadow flits 3692|Across a bridge; and the night wanes, lightened. 3692|Then I was ware that Time is but Time, 3692|Which passes as a river, and at last 3692|A winding river, passing through space 3692|My shadow and I pass, and we know not 3692|What we are doing, nor have we heart 3692|To look upon ourselves. Then Time and I 3692|Laughed at Time and Time upon her children. 3692|Then once more through the twilight of stars 3692|Passed Time, and I beheld the face 3692|Of a lone spirit with whom I had been 3692|A merrier, with whom she danced and sung; 3692|It was the night of that bright day: bright stars 3692|Shone, and they glistened, through the twilight dim. 3692|And with their splendour on her came a hope, 3692|A gladness, that made me conscious still 3692|That I was conscious too that Time was Change, 3692|And Time was Change, which had been, to me: 3692|And I knew lest that Change had changed to Death. 3692|She was the rose upon the midnight sky, 3692|That, kindling on the midnight sky, 3692|Mixt the perfect leaves, yet faded not 3692|One point from the perfect luster 3692|Of star that in that sky-filled luster shines, 3692|The rose's celestial light. 3692|She was the white and waxen mist, 3692|Whose heart of love and heart of flame 3692|Shone and glowed through the moon-tinted mist, 3692|That in the moonlight trembled and glowed, 3692|The mist's white breast, where the dim stars gleamed, 3692|For all night long the white and waxen mist 3692|Came dancing, with the stars, to the sound 3692|Of her happy song. 3692|From dim and distant mountains of my soul, 3692|From all the lonely places where I stray 3692|From thought to mind unto the voice of youth, 3692|From the pale mist and the starlight, through 3692|The night, they came unto me with the song. 3692|And I, the song-smith, changed from song to flame, 3692|And fashioned them the fiery song that sings ======================================== SAMPLE 3900 ======================================== 11014|He knew the way to that ancient home-- 11014|But, ah, the way is lost. 11014|A strange old tale it is: the world is new; 11014|I am no scholar: nay, the lore they taught 11014|Was something like the lore of old: 11014|Like an old story old to an unknown world; 11014|But this I know, 'tis true. I shall not miss 11014|The old old love again: 11014|It is so old a thing: the story deep 11014|I dare not tell, 'tis old and true! 11014|My dreams are all too new: my visions fleet 11014|But echo upon the stream: 11014|With the old love in you I will not miss 11014|The old old love again. 11014|I cannot hear the clock as it rings, 11014|Though the green oak and the grey old wall 11014|Pause and murmur to the hungry wind, 11014|When we turn from the dusty scene; 11014|But the sea-green pools, and the green sea-sands, 11014|Would show their painted faces fair, 11014|Were it not for the voice, unheard, that flings 11014|Strange tales before mine eyes. 11014|"Ah, where is your castle, sir father mine?" 11014|"The best that ever I saw, master mine. 11014|When I was but a little girl, 11014|A knight came down through the moonlight bareheaded, 11014|And the castle was his home, 11014|And the castle was his home; 11014|But since his master's gone away, master mine 11014|Only stands there grey and old." 11014|"Your father called it--" 11014|"It always called itself that, master mine. 11014|There was some one, or it might have been you, 11014|That took down the name it bore, 11014|And what should it do but pass and creep back 11014|Through the holes in the green and the grey? 11014|I can stand there without looking at it, 11014|Or say: _Ah, where is he now?_ 11014|"I dare not look at it, 11014|For fear of looking. So much it grieved me 11014|That he who came there in that shining helm, 11014|The knight with the knightly plume, 11014|Must go, too, bareheaded, through the moonlight, 11014|So it took me by surprise, 11014|When I heard the knight's great, gallant voice exclaim: 11014|'There is my castle, master mine; 11014|Come, let us drive against wind and weather, 11014|I and my father stand here.' 11014|But, father, I am very feeble, very feeble." 11014|(I remember the old bell, how clear and clear it rang, 11014|That in our life had such call: 11014|The night is falling fast, and all life sleeps in cold: 11014|I remember the old bell, how clear and clear it rang.) 11014|"There is no cold in the world, father mine, 11014|For you and yours are coming; 11014|But we have lived through rain, through storm, through sun, 11014|And through the night as well; 11014|And now comes the long, long winter, father mine, 11014|And the days you ask for are given." 11014|"The sun sets soon," the father said; "but seek me out, 11014|For I am in the land, the land of light, 11014|Where God's world-comforter stands near." 11014|"I will go to the end of the land, father mine, 11014|To the end of the sea, and the land of sleep: 11014|There are no more deaths: God's world-comforter is here. 11014|And he shall stay here beside the door." 11014|"I will tell you of the earth and sky," the father said; 11014|"But how come it is that death can never come to us, 11014|In the long-gone ages when we slept?" 11014|"I shall not tell you, father," I did reply, 11014|"How come we die on earth when life is there: 11014|We sleep, and the days leng ======================================== SAMPLE 3910 ======================================== 1165|To where the white water breaks between a wood and wood; 1165|They have not learned to swim by water that is deep. 1165|They know not how to walk by it: they have no hope 1165|Of the white water if it reach them. They are afraid: 1165|They are at heart of sorrow, and are proud to be 1165|Of what is theirs. And they have built a palace high 1165|And made a shrine for her who dwells in the wood, 1165|To make her more beautiful: they pray and yearn 1165|Toward what she has. They strive to keep awake 1165|When every star is darkened overhead; they pray 1165|With the moon to brighten her, and with her eyes. 1165|They do not know how to walk by it, they know not how 1165|To walk by her shadow; they have never seen 1165|Her beauty and the wonder and the light she shows. 1165|I tell you this; and you should be certain true: 1165|The water is not deeper than the bottom-sea; 1165|And they who follow her, when they learn to walk, 1165|Will walk a weary way; and I am sick and tired; 1165|I will lie down in the shadow and forget all 1165|All the foolish things my heart had long grown blind 1165|To -- and I pray God to let my dreams begin 1165|On a fair and pleasant road, -- my footsteps stray 1165|Only at the corner of Peeta and Martin. 1165|It was a joyous time of life for those two, 1165|And a time of happy dreams and dreamful words. 1165|At the corner of Peeta and Martin 1165|They had learned to walk as strangers could, -- 1165|In the woods, I say, -- and they had grown to be 1165|Beautiful sisters. And there, in the wood, 1165|In the green and mellow light of the day, 1165|Their father, the lord of Hravepen and Pen, 1165|Lay deep, with a sick and heavy sleep 1165|On his dark face, in the pale-grey light 1165|Of the moon like a pall, with a pale-grey shine 1165|Of moon and heaven. 1165|He lay in the glow of the moonless night, 1165|Heaving over him all his hidden fears; 1165|He was weary, so heavy he seemed 1165|The wood beneath him lay like a dream; 1165|Like a heavy-laden phantom of pain 1165|Was Penelope. 1165|"What's the matter, my darling? It seems to me 1165|I heard," the old man murmured low, as he lay, 1165|"I heard a cry, a great cry as of one 1165|That mourns and falters into darkness deep. 1165|'Tis the night, I know; it is night," he cried 1165|As he gazed into the darkness. "Oh, Penelope, 1165|Oh, my wife, my wife," he cried, "oh, my life 1165|My life that I gave for you -- " 1165|"Not so; not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"'Tis a night when all the world is sleeping; 1165|It is dark and still, but I can see some stars; 1165|I can hear some voices calling; 1165|I wonder if they be not the echoes 1165|Of voices that call through the years 1165|Of many men." 1165|"Not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"When I look in the glass I can see a light 1165|Paving all the dark," he cried, as he lay 1165|In the gloom and darkness of his eyes; 1165|"It is a priest of the night, calling 1165|And praying for me to-night." 1165|"Not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"I heard a voice that cried in the dark, 1165|'OH, work not at all, seek not in Death's house,' 1165|And the dark gave him all that the day gave." 1165|"Not so," said another; "not so." 1165|"'Tis a little child that goeth unto me 1165| ======================================== SAMPLE 3920 ======================================== 1287|In the deep, hollow, dark, gloomy grot, 1287|All of my thoughts and every hope 1287|Thou hast the power to shatter or seize. 1287|To-day my whole life is as dead to me 1287|I cannot even see my darling, 1287|As I lie there in the deep, hollow grot. 1287|I can hear the rushing of his feet, 1287|I can hear his shrill, frantic cries, 1287|I can hear him cry, and then repeat. 1287|To-day I feel my body stiffening; 1287|My heart is bursting, and my life 1287|Heaven-sent comes trembling to my view; 1287|Then does he vanish from my view 1287|And the world I cannot comprehend. 1287|If I could see him smiling there, 1287|The thought would change my melancholy: 1287|Or if the wretch I loved should be 1287|There, as I am now, and look upon me, 1287|In him my thoughts, each thought I know, 1287|Would not die, but be forever quenched; 1287|And his image there I would love. 1287|Oh, but when shall I obtain the bliss, 1287|To see my darling all alone 1287|In the dark, hollow, dark, gloomy grot? 1287|Ah! what has the heart to see, 1287|When the heart craves its darling's sight, 1287|And the heart strives the tear to see! 1287|Fool, fool are we all, 1287|Whom the world regards 1287|As some passing, passing man, 1287|And a simpleton or fool. 1287|Oh, we're all unwise men, 1287|To the world so careless; 1287|I myself in vain would seek 1287|The love, the truth, the faith, 1287|Or the light, or life, my heart,-- 1287|So base and base together. 1287|Oh, I'd die ere I a-lived; 1287|I'd be a fool again, 1287|If the world should ever find 1287|In a passion, an action free 1287|From regret or fear of censure. 1287|To think it, the world says,-- 1287|But myself is naught to me; 1287|That life is far too deep! 1287|That there is naught, within 1287|The depths of one's mind, to be 1287|The refuge from all hope. 1287|In the dark, hollow grot, 1287|All my thoughts had gathered, 1287|That I felt their fount 1287|There in silence rise. 1287|And so, without fear, I came, 1287|And with loving heart 1287|Came to my darling's side.-- 1287|Ah, the heart it aches! 1287|And no more I was a fool, 1287|For nothing could remain to me, 1287|But the thought of him. 1287|Away from earth's dark prison, 1287|O'er the hills, and over dry land, 1287|To the realms of light. 1287|But my thoughts were vain, 1287|And all else was wasted; 1287|As my heart was quickened 1287|So my mind was sharpened 1287|With unerring thought. 1287|And so, without fear, I came, 1287|To my darling's side.-- 1287|Why dost thou turn away? 1287|Why stand'st thou still? 1287|'Tis the spring time of the year, 1287|Spring time of the year, 1287|And the birds are jubilant, 1287|And the woods are filled. 1287|'Tis the spring time of the year, 1287|Spring time of the year, 1287|And the children are singing, 1287|And the children are singing; 1287|All the woodland bells 1287|Are a-ringing, ringing, 1287|And the forest gushes, 1287|From the hills, away. 1287|And my heart, my heart is sad, 1287|With the thoughts that wander o'er; 1287|And my blood, my blood is chill, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 3930 ======================================== 29345|And I thought she'd go with him some day. 29345|It's hard when you're a man-- 29345|It's hard when you're a man! 29345|And it seems almost worse 29345|When you know that somebody's dead. 29345|Then I saw how hard it was 29345|Not to be in love. 29345|I can still recall her face-- 29345|That girl who never could give me joy. 29345|I had to smile away my pain 29345|By making love to her. 29345|That girl who never could give me joy. 29345|Then I saw what hard it would be 29345|To keep on being good. 29345|How hard was it for her to help me 29345|And keep my sorrow out. 29345|So I made love to her, and she 29345|Fell in love with me. 29345|That girl who never could give me joy? 29345|That girl who never could give me joy? 29345|I can't say if it was love or hate 29345|But it seemed that both 29345|Were tempting her to do my will. 29345|And I had to be good all the time 29345|So that the blame 29345|Could be smooth swept away. 29345|But how many times have I come to you 29345|And made love to you? 29345|The one you loved is still outside. 29345|It's as if the door of the door of the door 29345|Would shut upon her forevermore. 29345|I saw my girl one day stand there 29345|And smile and look and seem to doubt me. 29345|And she said to her lover: "Tell me how I can come 29345|To you, now that I've kissed you many times." 29345|"Well," he says, "if you came. 29345|If you came to me in the darkness and the rain 29345|I'd come to you, with a great smile on my face 29345|Like the sun. But if you come in the sunshine I go. 29345|And if I go in the sunlight, there's darkness to go 29345|With you. But if you talk with me and talk to me, 29345|I'm as good to come to you as you're good to go. 29345|The day you come is the last day you'll have to be. 29345|Your feet slip through and my words end my speech. 29345|But if you talk with me and I talk with you, 29345|I'm not afraid to come to you, not for fear. 29345|I'd rather have the sunshine and the rain, 29345|And I find you every day, as they tell you, at noon." 29345|And she said: "Why not have both?" 29345|So there's the night! 29345|It's hard not to laugh when you see it all unfolding. 29345|But it has to be said that the trouble's only with me 29345|Until I go out there and look for her. 29345|And you, my man, 29345|There's the house, and it's well past dark, 29345|And I run and I lie down for I know your heart's there. 29345|And I know you're wondering why this thing has come to pass. 29345|Yes, it's easy for a man to be sorry when he's sorry. 29345|A man goes out and he doesn't come back. 29345|My friend had no business to go to that. 29345|I can't even tell you that he was glad. 29345|He went away to the country to visit the ladies. 29345|They said that he was "like a friend in the way he liked them." 29345|He's sitting here, in the house that he built, 29345|Looking as if he'd been drinking with them in meetings. 29345|He left the road where the bodies are lying 29345|And it's very very dark, and the wind is howling. 29345|He didn't think that he would come back. 29345|I think that I see him with his wife and children 29345|But you can't see him with the children. 29345|It is a quiet dark wood to the South, 29345|Except for the owl--which is calling 29345|Over the grave and over the dead-cloth, ======================================== SAMPLE 3940 ======================================== 1279|An' in her eyes, no power to please; 1279|The lass I lo'ed best that e'er I saw, 1279|When e'er we parted, dear an' farewell. 1279|She's gane to kirk, where shee'll be spinnin'; 1279|A neighbour bauld sae gentle and knowin'. 1279|An' aye she pays for the same grace, 1279|Wi' kind greetin' an' a kindly chat 1279|When we come doun or frae the hailin' hearin'. 1279|She's baith young-Ans, and she's baith gaun, 1279|O' that's she; she'll never mak' a bride; 1279|But she will blume sae seldom again, 1279|To see the bonie lassie I lo'e best: 1279|If I were her, I'd gang a mile, 1279|An' gang it o'er, wha could drive her frae me? 1279|"What! is't true?"--I'll tell you straight; 1279|It's true enough, an' I'm proud, 1279|When I think how we were owrehand 1279|Afore the hour o' our parting. 1279|O wad ye gang wi' the flare an' the fire, 1279|Or the kirk, or the kirk? 1279|Or the flare, or the fire, 1279|To see me set, an' wear me sae hirple? 1279|Or doun the kirk or the hallan? 1279|Or the wind, or the wind, 1279|To see me wear a kirtle of scarlet; 1279|Or wear it, an' walk out, an' mak' a halt 1279|When I gaze at it, aye wait 1279|The gowden flare, or the kirk rain-pin? 1279|It's siller we're gaun to wear, my lad; 1279|But the kirk, or the hallan, or flare, or fire, 1279|Or the flannen--O, it's siller we're gaun to wear! 1279|O, it's siller we're gaun to wear, my lad! 1279|As we gae by, we daunder to think on Ainsworth, 1279|Whase words kan lure us to the barmaid's bower, 1279|An' words whilk kent us that the bell would ring, 1279|That day in the spring wi' its singing; 1279|As we gae by aften talked of Ainsworth, 1279|An' that dear lad, Ainsworth, 1279|Wha knawed fu' weel by Ainsworth, the same; 1279|But, Lord, how they gae by, and how they gae by! 1279|There's me an' him sae fain they wad ken us; 1279|They knawed we were kindred; 1279|An' we'll wander sae langby the wood-side, 1279|Until we meet a better folk 1279|That weel could greet us amang." 1279|"Ye are friends like kin," the bairn sae meekly said; 1279|Aye nodin', nodin', slowly answered she: 1279|"Nae kin, my heart, I see; 1279|But now I ken your heart-nut brown eyes, 1279|Like aye on the daisies wede ye, 1279|Till your heart in me grew mair blest 1279|An' happy in me." 1279|The day was gane, and no mair nor mair 1279|They wad travel; 1279|But her kith and kin, wha wad gae hame 1279|The kirk-maeve's sons, the miller's sons 1279|A few, wha wad gang sae far behind, 1279|Than these twa, wha now shall make a hallo 1279|For gowd and siller. 1279|But as they walked to yon orchard tree, 1279|Their dainty bield and stour in their hand, 1279|They thocht na on her loof; 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 3950 ======================================== 29357|I never can forget my birthday! When my cheeks were white as cream, 29357|Then I said, "It's a long and happy way I've been away!" 29357|But my father, with tears in his eyes, saying, "Your hair's cut off, 29357|And you come back in shawl-pink to lay it all as fair as day!" 29357|I've done my work, I'm home again! 29357|I opened my house doors and walked with my feet, 29357|While my housemaids brought my dinner and did my hair. 29357|The children laughed as they saw me again, and they cried, 29357|"Oh, how lovely she looked a day when she was here!" 29357|But while I was making my tea on the kitchen table, 29357|A child came into the room and spied me. He didn't say a word, 29357|But went straight to his work--and made up his own song. 29357|There goes the hare with the big, black nose, 29357|There goes the rabbit in the dew; 29357|And the dogs in the yard come out barking, 29357|And the wind is up--it shivers their hats. 29357|There goes the hind-legged man with the ragged coat, 29357|He is walking like the fool that he is. 29357|Where are the children come from? 29357|And where's the little darling, 29357|With black eyes and shining nose? 29357|And where's my mother, 29357|With her red lip and sweet, sweet mien? 29357|We'll give them kisses, 29357|We'll give them prinkings, 29357|We'll give them kisses. 29357|Oh! the baby's playing with hay; 29357|The baby's naughty, you know. 29357|But, though he's naughty, 29357|He's safe behind his mother. 29357|When my love comes to live with me, 29357|She never asks for any bread; 29357|She sits in the little rocking-chair, 29357|And sings a song, as soft and sweet 29357|As an infant's first song of love. 29357|My love comes to live with me; 29357|For bread and meat she has plenty; 29357|She lives on cheese, and water-cresses 29357|She makes for me, when at home we come, 29357|And wipe each other's eyes, as you see. 29357|My love comes into my house, 29357|And, rocking-chair her pillow makes, 29357|And leans upon my shoulder so; 29357|But she will not climb up into bed, 29357|Because she cries like a baby night and day. 29357|My love comes into my house, 29357|And, lulled in slumber, I hear her purr, 29357|And, rocking-chair her little head, 29357|And smile, as before, at her baby purr. 29357|When my love cries, 'How many apples are there!' 29357|I lift her up with kindness and care, 29357|And, gazing 'neath her heavy lashes, 29357|I say, "'Twill soon be morning, purr." 29357|And, though it be very soon morning, 29357|My darling will soon be crying again, 29357|And that will be a sad and dreadful night. 29357|How long since I started in my journey, 29357|And I must say I've not been happy yet; 29357|Some people make love till the day's over, 29357|While I have found the joy of love, my own. 29357|If I could sing a song a-while of my own, 29357|To cheer my heart and fill up my soul, 29357|I think there'd be some pleasure in it, 29357|Because I'd have no one song to sing, 29357|Because I never could sing one, so I sing. 29357|And I would have the pleasure to try 29357|If it would not chide me when I cried, 29357|Because I never could sing one, yet speak. 29357|I would have the pleasure to hear a beggar sing 29357|Of his own joy, if it gave him courage. 29357|I would have the pleasure to see his face 29357|Before the dawn, ======================================== SAMPLE 3960 ======================================== 1745|Of this new World. 1745|The Fount in which th' eternal Nile 1745|Stemm'd by the finger of God t' invade 1745|A Tower of Babel, which for guilt 1745|Of ANARIS maugre, by SINAYA fell, 1745|The same hee from th' Astral sustained; 1745|This saw Eblis once, in Hisngswere or Troy, 1745|The Sire of all; on which the cloudie shroud 1745|Had cloth'd His beames with (that thin and dark, 1745|Yet by force strong, though under the command 1745|Of GODS just King, and of his highth control) 1745|This day He showers His avenging bolt. 1745|This saw I also by rare remembrance, 1745|When CAMPBELL in the field retired; 1745|I saw it also by the musickie 1745|Of sweet Quartin. This also saw I mete 1745|Amid my Friends, when CASTLEREAGH did burn 1745|In grief for MERCURIUS and his Ball: 1745|The one two other saw I then forgot, 1745|For MERCURY lost his sober countenance. 1745|I saw also on ILLINOI once see 1745|A Princely Warrior passing in His state 1745|All alone, his Armes hang'd, His eyes down-cast, 1745|His fretting Pettie, and his gilded Chamber: 1745|Of this there is in my KEN great envy; 1745|Wee leme have seen His Glory, and his Pride. 1745|Of this also I was on CASTLEREAGH saw, 1745|When to the HALL I came, at dead of night, 1745|Arriving just then, at the same Time heard 1745|Broad trumpet SALAMINAS from upon high, 1745|Re-echoing through the Spiceries loud. 1745|So said he, so I said; then first I saw 1745|The marvel of that strange uproar mild, 1745|Whereto my ken this subsequent light 1745|Shall none of KEN, this Land, this KIRPUT leave here: 1745|For which this remembrance, as a sign, 1745|I will make in my Book, of right WAVES make 1745|And Indian SHAKESWORTH or the MUSE of BEARS. 1745|Ye other few who Eevning studieth 1745|Within the Grove, and take a Bowre in hand, 1745|Or HANDGUN in hand, or Gun against them strike: 1745|But most of all whom Gunther and his Knights 1745|HaunTE or HANDGUN, with a shell or two: 1745|For none may fight who not the Flesh hath broken. 1745|Thus many an one of these my Friends past conceit, 1745|But only one believed it. 1745|To whom our Majestie the KING replied. 1745|ADAM, unto whom once, in Morn entrapped, 1745|The earth-encircl'd Man hath last night been entrapped, 1745|And hath from thence received tidings wondrous, 1745|What when he heard the PLEASURE would espy 1745|To him so brewin that in this World he stood 1745|Unwilling, and in Arms unwilling gon, 1745|But willing all his Part made, and so sprung 1745|To be the worst of Men, and still to change, 1745|And to despise his Maker, though he fell. 1745|To which reply'd our Majestie the KING: 1745|Yet oft I have been wroth with thee, my dear, 1745|But thou hast oft been wroth with me, same as thou; 1745|Therefore I pray thee point the SEXY FETTURE hence. 1745|For therein doth issue all your ills, our doom, 1745|Which from good Fallacies must spring, which none 1745|Else can resist, but only SEXY FAITH, 1745|And what is bad, we also bad; False thoughts, 1745|False Words, False Doppings of the heart, which turn 1745|Good to offend, corrupt what is good, vice to feed. 1745|But that be done we ======================================== SAMPLE 3970 ======================================== 12241|If you have no mind to make it grand, 12241|By all means keep it down, at least. 12241|That's what I would not have for you. 12241|My love's a dove that needs no wing; 12241|Her world is not a bird's. 12241|I could stand where you have stepped; 12241|That's what a man ought to do 12241|If he would stand for one year. 12241|If you will go away, dear? 12241|That's what I would not have you do. 12241|My love's a bird; my love's a dove; 12241|But she is not the bird: 12241|Why stand for one year? 12241|She's three years old. 12241|I would not have you think I am proud, dear -- 12241|I am just a simple, honest man; 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|There is no pride about my heart. 12241|I would not have you think I am gay; 12241|I am just that which I am plain; 12241|The same regardless spirit 12241|That every day I see. 12241|The day is past when I must go, dear, 12241|With what must be thy pain and moan, 12241|For to do thee honor, 12241|I fain would have a name to wear. 12241|I fain would have a name for thee, my dear, 12241|A glory and a mystery, 12241|As through my secret vistas, 12241|A vastness folds the world around. 12241|Thou canst not, love, dismiss the question, 12241|Though love appear so simple, so weak, 12241|Though thou shouldst flinch at mere enmity, 12241|That I, a doubter, still ask and doubt. 12241|For I, a lover of deep mystery, 12241|Have held communion with thee, 12241|And found that thou art far too perfect, 12241|So perfect a being born of thee, 12241|To bar the deepest mystery 12241|From knowledge of the mystery. 12241|I sought to know a secret, 12241|Pressing on me with a weight 12241|Of significance, for sorrow, 12241|Till a light at last was thrown 12241|On all my life, the way it trod, 12241|All its changes and its change; 12241|But to know that this was sorrow 12241|Was like to walk a thousand miles 12241|With never a turn for gladness. 12241|So for the first time, dear, I must tell thee 12241|All my life's mystery alone: 12241|All its portents, all its flights of fancies, 12241|All its flights not made for laughter; 12241|All the flights not made for sadness. 12241|I must tell the mystery 12241|For the sake of mysteries; 12241|Not to make a martyr of thee, 12241|But to show thee where thou must be 12241|If the world, dear, must be told. 12241|I will not speak of fancies 12241|That in truth are dearest; 12241|I will speak of fancies 12241|Not for others' glory, 12241|But for thine and for thy sake. 12241|I will speak of fancies 12241|That are truths to thee alone: 12241|For thy sake alone I sing; 12241|And with mine, dear, I will go 12241|To the world's furthest ends together, 12241|And the end that makes the most of life. 12241|I saw that face, ======================================== SAMPLE 3980 ======================================== 36782|Is, as well. 36782|But yet _then_ we are so very far from this, 36782|Since here we are, to make us understand; 36782|So here I am (to set at naught my fears) 36782|And in this place I have my little task: 36782|I wish you'd all get out and know yourselves 36782|Before the great world knows. 36782|_I_. Now, _here_, you must, and only you, abide, 36782|Yourselves shall judge, be _loyal_, _good_, _hard_; 36782|When I'm old (and then, I think, I'll grow, 36782|And then, too, I hope to be _dear_) 36782|I hope to show how the world's a _fairer_ place_; 36782|Yet, since the world can only make me so, 36782|I'll be one thing, and only one, _happy_; 36782|And so, my little Reader, go on, 36782|As though you knew your own soul _here_! 36782|If they ask you, 'Why,' you answer, 'What's a_wn't?' 36782|You will, by God, learn that _then_. 36782|_I_. They have tried (to be _conventional_), 36782|(Not just in politics, but everywhere) 36782|To make you (like, so long your life, 36782|From your infancy to your death) 36782|A _little_ _man_; and, I do not doubt it, 36782|That some find that a little _is_ 36782|"No reason for the world."--_Henry George_. 36782|But you'll be the _old_ man, and, in Heaven's name, 36782|Can you not, with an _audacious_ smile, 36782|Say, in a "curious, funny way," 36782|"In an era of _bureaucracy_, 36782|I was no more (at least, let me be _clear_") 36782|Dismissed, like a little drunkard, 36782|As "too busy" to work? 36782|_I_. But, for God's sake, _do not_ try 36782|(Although (I hope you'll not inquire) 36782|(_Not all_!) to answer the kind 36782|Of questions that come to me 36782|That I would, if asked, not hesitate 36782|To answer if asked? 36782|_I_. The answer is, of course, no; 36782|I am, _nevertheless_ a _man_, 36782|And I'm here simply as a _man_, 36782|But the question is, when _you_ are, 36782|You'll be _here_, no doubt? 36782|_I_. As soon? 36782|_I_. If my life's on the move, I'll _stay_ there; 36782|But if I _become_ a man, 36782|I will not, I beg, delay 36782|That _home_,--I mean, _I'd rather have a place than a home_! 36782|_I_. And, if the world should say, in anger, 36782|(Or if some other, more congenial fate) 36782|"She'd rather starve than have you here!" 36782|Then, as a _man_, one can only say, 36782|_"What _you're_ going to do for _us_, 36782|Or what you mean, by asking, _why_?" 36782|_You_ are in the habit, in time to-morrow, 36782|Of looking very queer; 36782|And, though your nose is _off_ at the best, 36782|_I_ have never, _excepting those _one and done_, 36782|Been at _any_ fair. 36782|Your nose is _off_? Good heavens! 36782|_I_. The thing is _broken_ of a shock; 36782|And your _hair_--it is _out_! 36782|_I_. I don't mind;--but I do complain 36782|That no one has heard of me: 36782|And, therefore,--for the sake of you,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 3990 ======================================== 19221|"What ails you, what ails you, my dear? 19221|Why does your sister weep so?" 19221|So the poor girl stood alone, 19221|Wistful, and wistful, and pale. 19221|"If you will take my hand, my dear, 19221|We'll walk together down 19221|Some pleasant way, to make our talk 19221|Less needful,--so shall we be 19221|Self-supporting, and secure 19221|From the cold touch of sordid hands 19221|"O, walk with me, walk with me, my dear! 19221|Say not 'She's woe for him,' but 'How may he die 19221|For her love lost!' 'Tis well, perhaps, 19221|That she whom Heaven ordains to wed 19221|The best man she has or will select 19221|Shall nurse the cause that must succeed 19221|Her marriage with the best man beseems 19221|The maiden's love, the maid's resentment 19221|At seeing neglected him,--the boy 19221|In vain repenting,--the maid in vain 19221|Refuséd to speak,--and she will die!" 19221|The fire that feedeth us from day to day 19221|Breathes not upon us fire so fair as this 19221|Which toucheth us from flame. In olden time 19221|Beauty lived in flowers, like Summer's pride; 19221|And Winter's coldness, like Autumn's snows, 19221|Hung dormant in beauty's heart. But time 19221|Forsakes his pride, and Winter's reign is past; 19221|His snows have blown, and Summer springs adown 19221|The waving corn-sheaves still maintain 19221|Those fair enchantments which the mind of man 19221|The beautiful, the transient beauty bred 19221|In hearts that loved beauty. Lo! we see 19221|The days of youth again in beauty's eyes: 19221|Her youthful beauty once was beauteous, 19221|But now is sick, as once of Summer's sweets 19221|Sick like the bowers of Paradise. 19221|But Beauty still is beautiful, and still 19221|Time's icy hand is laid but to undo 19221|The broken stones of beauty: like a tree 19221|Scarce nurtured, soon groweth into flower 19221|And bears high hope for us, though but our 19221|Her beauty hath fled; and the full tide 19221|Of past years changing into future years 19221|Rolls o'er the present; the new roses pluck 19221|And the old thorn concealeth in its breast 19221|And giveth us all that was so sweet and dear. 19221|"Come live with me, Fair Maid!" she said -- she came -- 19221|"Come live with me, and be my fair maid, 19221|And we will wash our feet, and make our beds, 19221|And lie upon the lowly grass so near 19221|The red clover to the sky, that we 19221|Might blush to be upon the earth so near." 19221|Her footsteps quick and eager she advanced, 19221|Sweet footsteps, quick and eager she pressed 19221|To her bright dwelling, where she knew was love, 19221|And knelt at break of day to knelt to him; 19221|And he received her with a smile and kiss 19221|As white as driven snow. And still he went 19221|His snow-white feet were trod, and still she wept-- 19221|Nor sleep, nor food, nor water, brought her joy-- 19221|But still she wept, and still the snow-white feet 19221|Went searching through that land of mystery, 19221|Where no good thing might be seen, save God-- 19221|For she passed thro the fields of amber corn, 19221|And over to the river of light, 19221|To wander where the silent waters flow; 19221|But still she wept, and still his smile was dew 19221|On her dark eyes--the blue eyes of Fair Maid. 19221|Then came a murmur like the waters' flow 19221|When birds are clustered in a rooky nest; 19221|And thro the blue air came voices sweet 19221|Of lovers on an ======================================== SAMPLE 4000 ======================================== 1166|All the ways of man they loved so well. 1166|God bless you, too, in your lonely woe. 1166|O! let me think of you! 1166|In the dead of night 1166|As I slept, I heard a little voice 1166|Go singing in the dark, 1166|And I woke and laughed to see a light, 1166|And I went wandering through the night 1166|And never spoke a word. 1166|What do you think of me? 1166|And in the morning 1166|When I rose and looked in the glass, 1166|Like a bud in the spring 1166|The buds were white and the leaves were red. 1166|The white buds touched my cheeks and the red 1166|The lips of a girl, 1166|The two of us sat together alone, 1166|And there was a smile 1166|In her hungry, white-faced eyes. 1166|Then in a few days 1166|I saw her like a child 1166|With wild eyes and a frightened mouth -- 1166|The smile of a fairy. 1166|A little child and a fairy -- 1166|She turned away without saying grace. 1166|For she was only two, 1166|And what had she to do 1166|But lead me to a little house, 1166|And say, "Come with me?" 1166|I was her child. 1166|The morning came 1166|I knew the world was good to me 1166|And that she loved me. 1166|Then as the days went by 1166|I seemed to see a little child 1166|Sit in the shining window-seat 1166|On a white-faced boat, -- 1166|With a little, white-faced child 1166|For a mother. 1166|So I waited and waited, 1166|And the little one would go 1166|With her mother. 1166|And there was a little one 1166|And one beside her, 1166|And they listened to her sing -- 1166|They loved her so. 1166|And that was all the world to me. 1166|And that was all the world to me. 1166|And then I heard the little word 1166|When I heard the child 1166|And never did the world seem good to me -- 1166|But now, since that mother died, 1166|I am a child of God! 1166|I'm a little old lady 1166|With a heart that aches for you, 1166|I'm a little old lady 1166|Who served in the Second World War. 1166|You must be on the war records 1166|Of your country and the dead, 1166|And the women who have been there, 1166|But you'll be lost if you hide. 1166|For the men I love will never 1166|Ever see me again, 1166|And some men look at my face 1166|And are mad to have me met. 1166|So I pray you don't mind me, 1166|Lest you should think I'm dead, 1166|Because that I'm only little 1166|And the war was long ago. 1166|(Written at the Hotel Pousette, near Seine-Saint Vincent, August, 1944 - 1166|I was happy just a little as I sat there in the rain 1166|To think I ought to be happy. My head was good and dry 1166|And a little green leaf had brushed me -- but I felt so small. 1166|And there were pictures, old magazines, old pictures of the train, 1166|The girls on the platform, the people sitting in the seats. 1166|Now you see the times I've missed as men fighting in the line, 1166|But it's always nice to be fighting. Oh, the things I missed 1166|As boys in the days of 'Frisco! All the boys is there 1166|Crying 'the day is good' and laughing, and every man's got his weapon 1166|Ready to face his man; and it's nice to be fighting then. 1166|Now a soldier's dead and the others are getting good medals; 1166|The girl's fighting in the First World War -- I'm doing nothing -- why? 1166|But it's good to ======================================== SAMPLE 4010 ======================================== 4253|I have heard of your power as well, 4253|I have seen it, have seen 4253|(If, by and by, the day arrives 4253|When you can dox me) 4253|All the people that you'd have chosen 4253|To run after you in the race,-- 4253|All the people you would have chosen, 4253|As your party chieftain 4253|In the party-chieftain's role,-- 4253|All the people who would help you 4253|A-topping you, forsooth! 4253|Then the times would be all set 4253|To balance down your pride; 4253|You could have in any station, 4253|In any office be, 4253|By your chosen people's mandate 4253|Yourself appointed; 4253|None but A-topping you, 4253|A-topping you, no otherway! 4253|And you'd have the country by the hair 4253|Of your smallpox-protection, 4253|By the hair of your smallpox-protection 4253|By the hair of your smallpox-protection, 4253|Should you come, like a robber-chief, 4253|And lay your hand on your people, 4253|And should come to a hospital, 4253|No doctor but yourself could save them!" 4253|And he laughs to think of it, 4253|Thinks of his first plan, 4253|His first plan for starting up a government, 4253|And turning the land upside down, 4253|And the people left in the lurch, 4253|Left in the sink, left in the sink. 4253|So, his old plan done, 4253|With a quill 4253|As long as the head of a feather-- 4253|So, the first line of his Constitution, 4253|Wrote, writ by pen 4253|As old as the world was round, 4253|Wrote, read by me-- 4253|First line of that new plan 4253|Was, "I am president by and with my own assent," 4253|And the second 4253|Bold as a bomb, 4253|Was, "I am president through an electoral college." 4253|And the third 4253|Was, "A dividend to myself--a whole life's dividend," 4253|And the fourth, 4253|Held that position 4253|Through a second session of Congress, 4253|Ere the people had had time to think it over, 4253|Ere the people, like the serfs at their lord's command, 4253|Had determined who was to be "president by and by." 4253|And presently 4253|(Like the splash of hot waters from the waste pipes unstayed) 4253|He was taking his stand beneath the stars! 4253|He was standing prime 4253|In the midst of a serf's hall! 4253|Heard the crackle and commotion far away, 4253|As some one or other dog is torn from its trainer's kiss! 4253|heard anything like the sound of a cat and a mouse? 4253|What was that? 4253|A sound of revel and shouting and applause 4253|From what I distinctly can see, 4253|But who are the people that got it? 4253|Proved by the date of its mention 4253|(This was not in connection 4253|With the cat or mouse or dog, 4253|But out of the whole history of the house), 4253|Proved by the thing itself alone, 4253|As only a prodigy can be, 4253|Proved by its only appearance in the history 4253|Ever of the house in question. 4253|And here it stands on the parquet floor: 4253|Proved by a single sheet of the parquet floor; 4253|And who got the parquet in the parquet? 4253|It is the president's daughter! 4253|Only the president's daughter? 4253|And this proves it? 4253|This proves (I say) 4253|That only the president's _daughter_ can be 4253|Owner of this parquet! 4253|If 'twere so, 4253|Some one must have got it in a scratch or two 4253|Ere it ======================================== SAMPLE 4020 ======================================== 24334|"And I will keep thee, and I have been told so true." 24334|"Then come with me," she said; "it has been long a year-- 24334|There is not room for me in the great fleet yonder," 24334|And in that dark garden of the dead she went; 24334|But as she passed away, her mother, standing near, 24334|Said softly: "This evening, my child, there is one 24334|Who shall be here in half the gods' designs." 24334|"I was not at all that way," said she, "if my mind 24334|Could find no mean to escape the fates in Spring." 24334|Thus on from night to night, and long to wander 24334|Onward she fared, in sorrow's train, but ever 24334|Till the first stars lit her, by the fountain-brink. 24334|And next morn a maiden sat beneath the tree; 24334|And there, in that wild garden of the dead, 24334|Upon the grass she lay upon her back, 24334|And dreamed she heard the whippoorwills, and the tune 24334|Of the lone daffodil, and the little wind 24334|Sudden, that murmured her name round and round. 24334|So she lay there and dreamed; and on the grass 24334|She heard: "The fates, the fates!" she murmured weak-- 24334|"Fate,--no, no,--'tis fates that can't be changed!" 24334|"And I am one of the gods that cannot die." 24334|"But say, my child, shall thou seek for death?" 24334|She asked sadly, and the answer came 24334|In a half-sobriety; "What is life?" 24334|Then she said she saw some young men, 24334|Grown old with care; and in the distance 24334|Above the hills the old wind rose, 24334|And, like a shadow on the boughs, 24334|The daffodil grew pale. 24334|"Go, my child, and look not back;-- 24334|Who sees us will find us soon--soon." 24334|"Who looks on us in death,--death comes,-- 24334|We two shall vanish for a while; 24334|For some strange thing that God shall do 24334|In the great sea of life,--soon, soon." 24334|"But how shall I know how shall look back, 24334|How shall go over before I die, 24334|In my new boat of stars, like a bird 24334|Flying through the skies." "Ah! but how, my child?" 24334|"In those new eyes the light shall gleam, 24334|In those new eyes the light shall glow 24334|Till the old star fades out forever. 24334|(I shall dream on her, for I shall see her 24334|Out o' the dusk) or if a dreamer's hand, 24334|A little man with a new-born light, 24334|Shall come and give me a dream, and stay 24334|And listen and listen to my rhyme. 24334|Or, if a bird shall tell it, it shall sing, 24334|It shall say: 'I felt her near.'" 24334|"A bird, a bird!" So they made answer; 24334|"We felt her near, our ship, our ship; 24334|Oh, why was she not closer still?" 24334|"The world," said she, "is a very weary tale, 24334|And we might go to sleep that way." 24334|"Ah, who will listen to that rhyme?" 24334|"Somewhere in God's house, my child; 24334|A little voice shall answer, 24334|"I can find you something more contented 24334|Than that old ship of sail." 24334|"One sail in Heaven"--"And that dead land, 24334|And hear men talking"? 24334|"No, no! There is no such thing!" 24334|"Then there are gods on earth; but they are not the same; 24334|You know the story, child." 24334|"One of them is Mercury," 24334|She said with smiling eyes. 24334|And with the sun and stars ======================================== SAMPLE 4030 ======================================== May never again be my lot! 38520|He that doth but write, doth but read; 38520|And he that writes, doth but think; 38520|He that writes, has but strokes to show; 38520|And he that writes, hath but rhyme to do, 38520|And has but rhyme, to read? 38520|I, that would fain be he 38520|And write, but that I do not, therefore, 38520|Can write but little verses, therefore 38520|Will only be he, 38520|Who can be we, and yet be us, 38520|And yet be nothing but us, 38520|And yet be all the while what we, 38520|Because we never ourselves are, 38520|That is, since that which we are, are 38520|I mean not to deny, but to praise; 38520|I mean not, Wisdom, to be proud 38520|In this world, of so manifold worth, 38520|And so much good, a prize may be said 38520|Too high for any man to reach; 38520|But I would think if I did, 38520|Some one might see that I meant it, 38520|And that this world's glory can be 38520|For so much pridefulness compared,-- 38520|That all I can be, is, that I have 38520|That I acknowledge myself one of you; 38520|That since I might be all, I am but one, 38520|And if am come to make and prove free, 38520|Have I not, then, the very same right to be, 38520|As if I had been, and all those men of you? 38520|Is there no other world where all are wights, 38520|But where the wings of all that winged their speed 38520|Or, if that wing of theirs failed, the tail of a 38520|Pinnace did their wings outgrow, or a 38520|Flying-bird of the air did their tail? 38520|Then there are others who cannot see 38520|If all things are one sea, one universe-- 38520|So one as infinite as that they live in. 38520|O, but the wings of all of them shall have wings. 38520|Is there no world where, though we fly our lives, 38520|We do not live? if we do live yet, 38520|Why, this will last an eternity; 38520|And the soul of man never will die, 38520|But, if there should be a death to it, still 38520|Be an atom alive of this same world where all 38520|Are of one nature, all not of one world. 38520|All the winds, all the seas are one; all the stars, 38520|The stars, are only stars; all the flowers, flowers, 38520|Flowers that in Springtime wither and wither, 38520|And only wither and wither again, 38520|And die. And the wind that never goes out 38520|Is but a wind as it passes past a star, 38520|A flower-flower that dies, and withers ere it withers 38520|Or dies. 38520|And the sea is but a sea, and all the stars, 38520|The stars, are only stars; and all the flowers, flowers, 38520|Flowers that in Summer come forth and wither, 38520|And the few flowers that are born, born again, 38520|In the world of time, with our years and days, 38520|Are but times, not ever to fade away. 38520|I will not think that time has not his share 38520|In these things, as in all things. All the world 38520|Is bound up in one round, solid world of mind, 38520|And in that round I think is the eternal life 38520|And eternal mind. But where are the infinite springs 38520|That bind all these times, 38520|That hold the whole world in their whirl all fast, 38520|And yet hold not one moment in the life 38520|Of this world? 38520|Is there no one spring of all the springs 38520|That flow from all these waters? 38520|Or is it but as if they flouted us 38520|And came to fill our eyes? 38520|'T is not so. ======================================== SAMPLE 4040 ======================================== 8187|The sweetest song the world could boast 8187|Of this its summer noon have ceased; 8187|And now, behold, the bird that made 8187|Their summer dreams so bright and gay, 8187|Is singing to its rest at last. 8187|Ah! soon her soul its lullaby 8187|From thy gay wings shall break again, 8187|And let the sunbeam paint her breast,-- 8187|Thou art gone--gone, farewell, for ever! 8187|The sun was warm and bright, 8187|And the air, so unbounded, free, 8187|Was strewed with gold and stone 8187|Away from the village lane, 8187|So many a maid, as fair 8187|And lovely as the day. 8187|The night has been a night of rest until now. 8187|"I have seen her; I have seen her," said the young man, and 8187|As I sat there, alone, alone, 8187|My heart ached with fear and care, 8187|With the thought of that day gone. 8187|Away from the village, away from the town, 8187|The light so bright and so pure; 8187|And the air so sweet and mellow, 8187|All through the silent night, 8187|Singing in a joyous measure 8187|The story of Love's flight. 8187|That morning in the little churchyard she lay, 8187|A lovely maiden of the wood; 8187|The moon looked down on a heart so white and light, 8187|And she said, as I think, now and then:-- 8187|"If her cheek be as pure as her heart is pure, 8187|As fair as her eyes of light are bright, 8187|As calm as her moods, oh, well-a-day! 8187|"God's blessing on the maid that loves her well, 8187|That loveth him and blesseth her true! 8187|That loveth and blesseth her true!" 8187|It's quite the same story all over again, 8187|The same simple love-song as that first time I heard; 8187|The sun, toiling o'er the weary land, 8187|Is brighter now than at all before; 8187|And, as far o'er the silent sea is seen 8187|The white and shining bark that sails with hope to meet 8187|So the love-gems in her cheeks have their last day's way, 8187|Like those that sail with pleasure upon life's storm. 8187|"Oh, where's the village?" he then made reply, 8187|As onward he wandered on, 8187|"The little church is not so handy in it; 8187|"I wish I had got the village out." 8187|When, lo! that sound, when, ah, how dreadful! 8187|I hardly could have guessed 8187|That voice I heard in the valley, the wood, 8187|Should be the voice she's known in the world. 8187|"Is there no more village homes," she went on, 8187|"Where I can go, young man?" 8187|That night when we were sitting all alone 8187|I did not know that we loved, I did not know 8187|That we should then love each other so! 8187|Oh, well, my friend, I've nothing more to say, 8187|But this--think and act as you'll act, you young man; 8187|And give my girl, or your heart the love it owes 8187|It may not need when yours lives with her by-- 8187|The child of our blessed Father in Heaven. 8187|There was a time, when the world was still young, 8187|When hearts, like planets, were young to my mind; 8187|When the young world was young and the hearts of men 8187|Were love eternal to them as to me! 8187|How different is the time since then, when hearts, like planets, are old 8187|How different are the days when the hearts of men are young. 8187|I had a long time ago forgotten that we love a child-- 8187|Not all that have ever to live from their very birth, 8187|But those of old who feel like a living delight 8187|And love her as a soul for ======================================== SAMPLE 4050 ======================================== A little white child, that stood 20956|Upon his father's knee. 20956|As I went down the hill, 20956|And came before my father's door 20956|Before the sun was high, 20956|As I went down the hill, 20956|'Twas sweet to think that sweet spring noon 20956|Would never shine again,-- 20956|That sweet spring noon of love, 20956|When on the forest side 20956|I met with Eolian mother 20956|I met with Eolian child! 20956|They held her by the hand, 20956|They touched her with their wands, 20956|They strewed flowers in her face; 20956|I heard them sing till noon, 20956|Till noon of day I heard; 20956|_What makes the wind blow?_ 20956|_What makes the wind blow?_ 20956|_It's the young nightingale._ 20956|The winds were over Cape Wrath, 20956|The sea spread dark and dun, 20956|The wild bird sang with happy mind 20956|And longed for spring again. 20956|The sea spread dark and dun 20956|And gave him spring again, 20956|With glad heart glad and peaceful he 20956|Saw every star that shines. 20956|He watched the moon when brightest, 20956|Then heard the wood-pigeon cry, 20956|He watched the white-throat sing, 20956|Then took the cradled kitten in his hand 20956|And led him to the tree. 20956|The sea spread dark and dun 20956|And gave him spring again, 20956|With happy heart, happy and peaceful 20956|He saw the red rose fall. 20956|He lifted up the crumpled flower 20956|Where the sun smote it down, 20956|He saw the rose's sweet fragrance shed 20956|On the trembling morning dew. 20956|He stood under the blossoms 20956|The swallows had forsaken, 20956|And the wild birds made music 20956|In the crimson twilight. 20956|He leaned upon the crannies, 20956|And spoke with gentle voice, 20956|Crying aloud, "_Sanguis fatimam_," 20956|Until the trees would answer. 20956|The swallows fled from morning, 20956|The leaves came floating by! 20956|"_He is dead_" was all that he spake, 20956|But nevermore he slept! 20956|He moved with rhythmic step, 20956|And when he sank to rest 20956|The world seemed changed for ever. 20956|It seemed that night and day 20956|The stars like suns danced high; 20956|No nightingale had said, 20956|"He is dead," but stilled the winds. 20956|And when the stars came forth, 20956|They woke the world for ever. 20956|There's a new dawn in my East, 20956|And a new day on my lips, 20956|In a new house, upon a new shore, 20956|I am new and I am old. 20956|But the dawn of the long-past yoke 20956|Is very near at hand, 20956|And the tide of war, or the sea-tide, 20956|Will wipe away the red. 20956|And the red-haired martyr of Babel, 20956|Who walked with me in my pride, 20956|Will not comfort me as he walked, 20956|While I lie with the cold. 20956|But they shall not build a temple 20956|To the Lord of all their kind; 20956|Nor shall they sacrifice frank Cain, 20956|Nor shall they burn an offering 20956|Till the Lord hath spoken fair. 20956|And I shall be old and weary, 20956|And my strength shall decay, 20956|Weary of living my life, 20956|Weary of seeking good; 20956|Yet shall I watch around me, 20956|Through a glass dark and hoar, 20956|For the Lord, whose hand is for prayer, 20956|Shall draw a curtain there. 20956|O, the red-ruddy rose shall bleed 20956|For a broken heart to- ======================================== SAMPLE 4060 ======================================== I sing the heart's desire, 28591|The heart's delight, 28591|That, like the Sunbeam's ray, the day 28591|Shines on the land. 28591|I sing the joy that comes 28591|From manhood's best, 28591|And that is love of home 28591|And home-bred rest. 28591|I sing the life with heart 28591|Strong for the strife, 28591|And be it ever so hard 28591|The triumph still. 28591|And in the path 28591|So bitter black and drear 28591|I still shall find 28591|The brightest side of God 28591|And that is peace. 28591|I sing the love of Him 28591|Who said, "I am the sea," 28591|And, on His blessed cross, 28591|To draw the weary sea 28591|To rest His servant. 28591|Oh, hearken to them who are singing. Come nearer. 28591|There is no joy but this of our meeting. 28591|The happy heart that hearkens to the music 28591|Hath peace, such joy as we have known before. 28591|Let us rejoice that such sweet music is ringing: 28591|Our God is with us. 28591|Let us rejoice that such pure music is ringing: 28591|The Lord is with us. 28591|What is the work of life? 28591|The way, the goal; 28591|The daily toil and strife, 28591|Of all that men have done; 28591|God will perform; 28591|Let us sing-- 28591|For the hour, the moment 28591|In which we live. 28591|What is the work of man? 28591|Selfish fear, 28591|Gross greed, and hate, 28591|Lose faith in man; 28591|Sow seed in our side 28591|Like treason in the grain; 28591|Man's life is such 28591|Little to live or give,-- 28591|Only to take and hold. 28591|What is man's great task? 28591|His own delight, 28591|Bold self-desire, 28591|Glorious end, 28591|To serve God well; 28591|To seek, be sought, 28591|And, having found him, live. 28591|What is man's smallest need? 28591|A good, honest friend; 28591|Then God will do; 28591|Let us sing-- 28591|The hour, the moment 28591|In which we live. 28591|Life is its own reward! 28591|It is not gained 28591|By labor, strife; 28591|But by the love of him who hath toil for it. 28591|We do but keep our throats clean; 28591|We will be all undone 28591|If thou art not held in thine hand. 28591|Our souls are strong; 28591|We cannot care. 28591|But thou and I 28591|We have enough 28591|Both of earth and sky; 28591|Nothing on earth can bring 28591|A joy so deep and sure. 28591|There is nothing which can make 28591|A day seem any less; 28591|But the thought of that one dear friend 28591|Which every hour we miss. 28591|There is no work is there half so good 28591|As thoughts of him I cherish here. 28591|'Tis joy to be 28591|The little, man with wings, 28591|A little bird with pinion; 28591|And so I feel, in spite of sorrow, 28591|That I shall see him sometimes. 28591|He comes again 28591|With new-created peace 28591|And joyous air 28591|And joy and joy again. 28591|His soul is at rest, 28591|And can be glad with gladness. 28591|I shall see him often. 28591|Then, God, grant 28591|That I may see him, 28591|And he to me, too. 28591|As I wandered lonely, 28591|O'er hill, o'er dale, 28591|My mother's voice did sing-- 28591|'Look up, little ======================================== SAMPLE 4070 ======================================== 1731|And, if you could hear me, you should know 1731|As much as I. Let not one word go. 1731|You'll know that neither the poor, the rich, 1731|The high, the low, nor the high nor lowe, 1731|Will make me doubt your word, however 1731|Hands you take. And, O, your dear dear heart! 1731|How shall I let it go? 1731|(She kisses him.) 1731|We are at last. It was all for you. I trust 1731|Within your soul, and that of all your race, 1731|That only you and I may now rejoice. 1731|(For a moment the fire goes out.) 1731|Now all our tasks, for we have had our fill, 1731|Are one.... We have no more to do. For now 1731|We are alone; and, if the sun of love 1731|Has left this side of heaven, we must go. 1731|(They look toward the sea.) 1731|And now, good friends, we must behold the world.-- 1731|The great and small of us at peace! I feel 1731|No more this heart thumping at my heart; no more 1731|That pulsing thro' my veins! Oh, be content. 1731|But, sister, since ye are not here, farewell. 1731|(ENDING.) 1830|(Chapel in the garden of the Castle of Sirion.) 1830|O, 'tis sweet to be once more in the olden time! 1830|The early music, the summer light, and sweet 1830|The song that charmed us by its magic spell. 1830|How well it suits my heart these songs to remember! 1830|To me, old-fashioned heroes are as far removed, 1830|As the well-water and the field-rose that I knew, 1830|When the great mountains to the ancient gods applied, 1830|And the high gods to the young man who made them. 1830|Ascraem and Arius and Bacchus they are, 1830|Yet, for all these, some people love them still. 1830|Old-fashioned heroes are dear. To me they are, 1830|The well-water and the field-rose of our days. 1830|I turn again from the past, and bid the world good-night. 1830|How well my old song suits the longing in my breast! 1830|For in this garden of old memories 1830|The first flower is sweet, 1830|The first lark is clear, the first bird is free, 1830|The first morn's first beam,--all these were for you. 1830|And well I knew you, young Bellerophon, 1830|For we had played some game together 1830|That was old, true magic and new play. 1830|And yet I have not told you all, my dear, 1830|But a few years since you were all for me, 1830|The first flower you threw, the first lark you sung; 1830|And for this I have written this old song. 1830|And it comes from you, and it comes from you, 1830|It sings from me, it sings, love with passion stirs, 1830|And I feel, ah, so good-morrow to you! 1830|Here, in this shady, close-secluded garden, 1830|That's only known for you alone, 1830|I sit with hands upon my head, 1830|The leaves around me fall 1830|As down it fell asleep, 1830|And nothing disturbs even here. 1830|For even here is even space, 1830|Even here is sound below; 1830|And here are even eyes that smile 1830|And lips that whisper still: 1830|'Tis the same still garden, 1830|Where nothing ever has been changed, 1830|And here our whole, perfect year 1830|Never has ever been quite even. 1830|And here, 'mid leaves like stars above, 1830|White clouds like linnets sing, 1830|And here is even white sleep. 1830|And so you are come with sweet dreams, 1830|My dear Bellerophon, 1830|And not away to some strange, unknown ======================================== SAMPLE 4080 ======================================== 3295|Touches, wherewith I know them,--the one is that of his 3295|sister, Eriphyle, who is dead. The other is the woman whom 3295|Aeneas loved. (Aeneid, i. 563.) We pass to the next man: this 3295|is Amata, daughter of Orsino of Lucca, who, according to the 3295|Poet, was "first in arms," and a battle-successor to Aeneas. 3295|But what a horrid wreck of peace it was to be his wife's fate 3295|to stand there in a perpetual dilemma between Aeneas and himself 3295|and be reconciled to her, and all this at a time when the 3295|Achaians were so very far apart in religion and in love. (Cicero 3295|to Amata, "He that doth all things for God, him will he have; 3295|but thou, my friend, let him come to thy house and his 3295|treasures, for, as soon as he has eaten, he will come to 3295|have you." The same sentiment seems to have been applicable even 3295|more than to Amata in the end. The words, "O God of our 3295|sorrows, grant us now to end all these woes, that we may 3295|follow the example of Aeneas, and set forth for Troy in 3295|order that our tears may flow for the other women," were 3295|heard by the Achaians. The poet was, at the same time, 3295|saying, "The Trojans need not go to the city, or to the 3295|Achaean sacrifices, they are all dead, yet shall be 3295|gathered for the house of Achilles," and yet he was saying "Nay, 3295|I dare not go to the Achaean sacrifices! I hate the 3295|Achaean gods, I hate the gods of war! I will not 3295|follow Achilles with my host to his mother's tomb!" 3295|Amata was the most beloved of her father, and his 3295|despair made him very tender, crying, "No word of your 3295|tears will my brother utter. My father, I fear him; the 3295|fear is a bitter thing in the presence of a sire. Go thou, 3295|till avenge this grief upon Aeneas! He did not love thee 3295|longer than I loved thee," and the tears poured from his 3295|ruins. 3295|Aeneas is sent to Troy to look for Aeneas. He first 3295|takes Creusa to the bath-room of the wise Odysseus; when 3295|he awakes, he calls her up to his bed-room, and she is still. 3295|In bed she lies, and wakes only when Aeneas calls, but is 3295|too tired to sleep. His heart is in the wrong place to be sure. 3295|When night comes, he gets out of the bed-room, goes through the 3295|house, and takes one step across the threshold to the hall, 3295|wherein he finds his wife sitting on a stool, in a corner 3295|somewhat before her place. In her hands she holds a cup, from 3295|which she drinks. "If this is a marriage, let us wed!" 3295|A smile comes o'er his face. 3295|The king of the Achaians is in the midst of his court, 3295|and the queen's in the midst of her chamber, as a bride; and 3295|Athamas is in the midst of the rest of the court, and the 3295|guardian of all is Athamas, waiting to receive the 3295|first of the suitors whom his queen has met, and to punish 3295|him accordingly. 3295|Then the king of the Achaeans called the people together, 3295|as is meet and right for a king, and said to them, "Let it 3295|be our task to give the chosen of the Achaians a goodly 3295|present--a golden goblet, richly inscribed with the 3295|words of love, for the stranger's sake; and let us lay 3295|rich gifts ======================================== SAMPLE 4090 ======================================== 1304|Of all the world, and yet I do not know 1304|What, my dearest Lady, you are worth, or what 1304|Your heart desireth most? 1304|O do not tell 1304|My heart desireth nothing else, but only this: 1304|To hear her name when I am dead, and to see 1304|Her in her glory rise. 1304|WHEN I could not look Love in the face, 1304|As I did now, I turned away. 1304|But when Love did ope his mouth and look, 1304|My heart within me burned and beat. 1304|O that it might so be as I did then, 1304|But turned away instead! 1304|O LOVE! if thou wert once from such a Tale 1304|Disposed, how quickly all would be well! 1304|What pleasure, what unutterable bliss, 1304|Should ne'er be lost for love of thee? 1304|As I do now, having turned my face 1304|On this poor heart, that I do feel within, 1304|I am persuaded by what it can feel, 1304|And deem it as I thought it: 1304|Because thou liv'st, and I cannot die, 1304|That we must live together still. 1304|THERE be those in the world, that do pretend 1304|To wisdom, and to worldly knowledge; these 1304|That hold their ears to hear, their noses spout, 1304|Their noses spout of course, and their tongues approve. 1304|If the spout would cease, let the polishing cease 1304|Between them and their votaries; if you cease 1304|With those that breed, let the germs cease also; 1304|Let the wise cease, the prudent perish too: 1304|He that endeth not his own ends must have 1304|A witness none; for those that wise have pow'r 1304|Are vain to us; for those that prudent have power 1304|Are children to none but to their teachers. 1304|WHOE'ER she be, 1304|That will not confess, 1304|That I do love her. 1304|'Tis she that hath my heart, 1304|My substance, my delight, 1304|Of all that there doth lie 1304|Upon my soul. 1304|She that can make me happy, 1304|Make me still merry; 1304|That can make my thoughts to flow 1304|In smooth and musical measure, 1304|As the prattling rills do here; 1304|That is the true lover's queen; 1304|More than th' moon or sun, 1304|Puissant, bright, and stately, 1304|She is to me. 1304|WHEN in sadness, when in doubt, 1304|Do I call on thee, 1304|Let thy spirit comfort me 1304|Though it lower be. 1304|When as nothing more doth please 1304|Than what is wholly thine, 1304|Let it then fall upon me 1304|As a soft influence. 1304|When as the day doth cease 1304|In the evening, in the east, 1304|Let it then depart from thee 1304|In the likeness of a dove; 1304|When as the night doth cease 1304|In the morning, in the west, 1304|Let it then appear in thee 1304|As a roseate light. 1304|When as my thoughts do languish, 1304|When my spirit is slack, 1304|Let them rest on thee, dear Name; 1304|Let them be of thy cheer, 1304|As it were that apparition 1304|When thou wert left for me. 1304|When as my letters wax less, 1304|When as I languish less, 1304|Let them be of thy cheer, dear Name; 1304|As I was left for thee. 1304|When as I pray to die, 1304|(Let it then kiss on me, 1304|As did I pray of yore for thee, 1304|When thee I did for me give,) 1304|Let it then kiss on me, 1304|As a kiss from flowers it fell, 1304|As an image of ======================================== SAMPLE 4100 ======================================== 36954|He has a sense in his marrow 'at 36954|Lickin' young women's faces--even 36954|As fer a man o' life's two-tim'outh. 36954|An' if any th'amazing one is 36954|The type most needn't have in a wig, 36954|He's sure o' somethin' big or small, 36954|Ez long as the whiskers is on. 36954|Don't he have a soul? Ah wuk er smart! 36954|Ner don't he--well, ah wuk er both. 36954|"I must be lookin' pale," she said, 36954|An' blunk a glance in his direction. 36954|"I've a-just seen you to-day," 36954|He said with his 'longin' nose, 36954|"I was comin' down upon Queen-Stair 36954|And I have forgot this place. 36954|The people there, I think, don't much care 36954|For pretty things, I think,--especially 36954|For hair o' any sort o' hue. 36954|It's hard to tell," she said, "for there isn't 36954|A single house they don't mind. 36954|The women seems polite, an' when a man 36954|Hears some 'arf-an'-five bells ring, 36954|They all go chirrup-like an' talk 36954|A big, loud o' fun about the sky-- 36954|The kind that "sky" implies. 36954|All this I tried to glean, of course, 36954|But still, when I said, "My Dear, 36954|"Your home for me," the voice-heir sighed, 36954|An' shook her curls, an' went away. 36954|I think that's all!" he blurted out, 36954|An' paused to think, an' almost cried 36954|The while he did it--for he thought 36954|That she had just married--wasn't she? 36954|Oh, how I'd like to go an' see 36954|My Aunt! Oh, how I'd sit, and think 36954|On things I used to know of her, 36954|When we was little children, long ago! 36954|I guess I must come to, then, or 'll; 36954|An' yet, there's somethin' in our relationship 36954|That makes the thought almost heartbreaking; 36954|For Aunt, when you mention _Mary_, 36954|The tears will start gasin' come again! 36954|But, I dunno, she seems so 'neath-ground, 36954|I don't much care, an' I don't really care 36954|An' never, EVER want to come back 36954|To see what I used to 'ear a-doam-- 36954|The house where we lived--a-stayin' now! 36954|But it's _my_ home!--it's _my's home! 36954|It's all just a bit o' dancin'-place 36954|An' the folks I used ter know; 36954|The place is just the same 'an it used ter be-- 36954|No bits an' changes. 36954|It'd be a _tent_ all right, if I were there; 36954|We'd just sit down, or sit down at least, 36954|An', what's the pity in that?-- 36954|"My dear, you'll love me all the better," 36954|My Aunt would say: an' I never knew, 36954|But I tried--and I tried! 36954|We always gave a mighty shove-out 36954|When I 'd just wuk with Aunt! Oh, she'd scold 36954|And bericade me 'fore _ever_ wuss 36954|To try an' look at that; and she'd say, 36954|What is this, and then go up-stairs, 36954|An' stay away all sof'ful night, 36954|For to help us in our supper-eating, 36954|An' to help us in our work; 36954|An' then, once in a while, a while 36954|Before we was _fast_ we'd be-tween 'em run ======================================== SAMPLE 4110 ======================================== 1365|The old man is a-strainin' his finger, 1365|And says to the young man, "Stop a-strokein' 1365|On these toes that you're strokein,' and then 1365|Leans down and touches the old man's third toe. 1365|All night long the old man lay there, 1365|Till the first faint slumber had fallen, 1365|And when the young man came there at last, 1365|He said to the old man, "If you'll only 1365|Take off your gloves, I'll play with you 1365|The best of the best of them I've got!" 1365|And off he did his cap, his gloves, 1365|And down along the box stepped Ben, 1365|And touched both his knees and his little toes, 1365|Threw little twigs in the air, and laughed 1365|As he played with the old man's gloves. 1365|And now, when the night had grown still, 1365|And the old man slept at last, 1365|The young man came in and laid his hand 1365|Upon the old man's head and said, 1365|"The only thing that I wish of you 1365|Is to lay your glove upon your knees 1365|And play me the most pleasant game 1365|Of catch-me-canaga. That's what I pray!" 1365|And the old man woke, and, with his eyes 1365|Closing, sat on his low stool out of the room, 1365|And the children went into their beds, 1365|And never were seen together more. 1365|Sick of his wife and children in the city, 1365|Far away his mother did send her, 1365|Wishing tearful for the future, 1365|And so she filled a little bottle 1365|Of oil, and filled the little flask 1365|With nothing else but water from the spring 1365|And so her hands were full with sorrow, 1365|And as for what was coming to her, 1365|She never heard. She took and swallowed 1365|That, and her eyes were bright with sunshine, 1365|And then she asked the moon with wonder, 1365|"If I may drink of the water which you give me?" 1365|And the moon answered, "Drink of it, and so 1365|Make merry for all the days that follow." 1365|"Wherefore should a maiden thus be led 1365|To do what would she not rather refuse?" 1365|"For when the day of Judgment draws apace, 1365|Than to be drowned by the sea-kid's hands, 1365|And then be forced to answer for her crime." 1365|"I wonder what comes of this, 1365|I wonder what you can bring 1365|That will so quickly fly 1365|From the hands of the Devil. 1365|"Do you think there will still be time enough 1365|For him to escape, 1365|Before his people's eyes, 1365|Laugh, as he can do so, 1365|With the faces of his foes, 1365|"And then run and hide 1365|In the hollow of the tree 1365|To escape the fury of the Devil, 1365|As he runs to save himself alone? 1365|He cannot hide from you." 1365|"Oh, I do not believe 1365|I am going to leave you, 1365|Though the words you have told 1365|It will seem to say 1365|That I will not stay long, but go back 1365|Into the world to die; 1365|"And for all you have told me 1365|Of the cruel things and sad things 1365|That come over me, 1365|I must not say, I will not stay 1365|Longer with your eyes, 1365|"And when I go back to where you live, 1365|I must not think 1365|That I ever could forget 1365|What it was all about; 1365|That you were most kind, 1365|And that God was all for all." 1365|"I thank you greatly, mother, 1365|For what you have told me; 1365|Mother, for all your words 1365|And all your help. 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 4120 ======================================== 1382|His hair was white with wind-flowers, 1382|With roses, that are pale with dew. 1382|His eyes were blue, and they were kind, 1382|And he his fair hands held, and kissed. 1382|He was so fair! and so dear, 1382|My soul's sweet sun may see 1382|The hand of him to whom I'll give 1382|My joy! 1382|To the nightingale that sings alway 1382|We twain may fare: 1382|She will sing. 1382|But, when the hour is nigh 1382|When you, and you alone, behold 1382|The star, 1382|Your soul will sink 1382|Beyond earth's joys. 1382|The evening air is cold and hard, 1382|And chill 1382|Shakes on each white cloud the snow, 1382|That like a woman in her prime, 1382|Is passing away. 1382|The woods are dank and dark, 1382|As where the dead feet of the dead 1382|Pursue 1382|Their way to glory: 1382|The dead are not at rest: 1382|The living chase the dead. 1382|The woods, 1382|The woodland bacchus, are sweet, 1382|And blossom 1382|For the dead. 1382|You must be born again, 1382|And must that very soon 1382|When you've been 1382|As you are, 1382|You may. 1382|How many there are! 1382|To you I bring 1382|A secret love. 1382|To me you make reply: 1382|To you my life 1382|Is sweet as life can be: 1382|But you must be, 1382|And you shall be: 1382|I have no other prize. 1382|To you I am content: 1382|To you I make my prayer: 1382|The world may hate you, 1382|And the world may wed you, 1382|But I'll wait, 1382|Though the world may stay; 1382|For I wait and wait, 1382|And I never shall see 1382|A sign from you, 1382|Not one! 1382|He came from a far land; 1382|It was his first farewell, 1382|His last from the shore, 1382|Of the lovely days, 1382|But the wind was cold and dim, 1382|And the sea came low, 1382|And the sky was grey; 1382|And the waves were grey and dim, 1382|And the wind blew cold 1382|When he came from a far land, 1382|'Twixt east and west, 1382|And the sea and sky were black; 1382|'Twixt east and west 1382|He saw, in one bound, 1382|The land that was his to win, 1382|The land he had prayed for so 1382|To come softly under his feet, 1382|The land he had prayed for so 1382|Would make him the king to win. 1382|Of the beautiful lands the old 1382|He saw and the beautiful land; 1382|But it had a thousand diseases, 1382|And the sands of the unknown sea 1382|Gurgled like turbid things, 1382|And every day his breath had lain 1382|In the festering mouth of the mouth that could not be dry. 1382|The old had said that the best man held 1382|Was the man that suffered the least: 1382|'T was true; and he had suffered the most; 1382|But not for the rest of his days. 1382|It was the same man to the end: 1382|He was true to the one promise he pledged: 1382|'I will suffer the longest to beat.' 1382|There he died, 1382|And the winds blew cold and black. 1382|We shall not see the sunset skies, 1382|But our eyes must drink the water clear; 1382|Let us be up and doing, 1382|As all of us have been. 1382|Away with the dark! 1382|Away with the sorrow and the age! ======================================== SAMPLE 4130 ======================================== 3650|Blessed are the pure in heart! 3650|They have heard our noble anthem, 3650|They have trod the spot sublime, 3650|They who stood by the banner of Christ, 3650|Bear the good it says. 3650|And for this, they stand on the spot, 3650|Where the rebel's sword was drawn; 3650|There the patriot's laurels are set, 3650|And his country's flag. 3650|And you, who have been true in need, 3650|You who have never been satisfied, 3650|Bear this trophy home to thy God; 3650|_It is enough!_ 3650|For it was here I pledged my love 3650|Where the battle was not won; 3650|For it is here my grave is strown, 3650|By the side of my breast. 3650|Not far it extends on the plain, 3650|Where it used to slope to the view; 3650|So it looks out of the window at the west 3650|With its bayonet rail. 3650|But it is there I still remember 3650|The first green plash of the turf 3650|That dabbles along its flat side 3650|In a brighter lustre now. 3650|A little patch of crimson grass 3650|Seems to be tinting each stone, 3650|And some dark recess in its heart 3650|Shines through--seems sharing the scene. 3650|I see a figure kneeling there, 3650|And now, in my thought, I see 3650|The man with his arms folded low; 3650|I know that it is his wife 3650|Who stands at her husband's side. 3650|I see her eye is gentle, too, 3650|But she must do her duty well: 3650|That is the rule she must hold, 3650|And then, as he bends his head, 3650|Her eyes on his face turn freely, 3650|And his own eyes on hers glisten. 3650|The soldier is in the grave 3650|Where his days are not done; 3650|He lives on through to the end; 3650|He leaves the earth at last. 3650|We have our homes, and stores, and fields, 3650|We have our wives, our babes, and fires, 3650|We have our graves to fill, 3650|And all life's work is to wait 3650|To have our grave as "just a grave:" 3650|Our work done, then we can rest 3650|Until God says, "Amen!" 3650|We have no enemies 3650|Across the aisle from where we kneel, 3650|No bonds to smite with their own wings, 3650|No fears to vex with their fears, 3650|No sorrows to annoy with sighs, 3650|No sorrows to forget. 3650|Our sins, which are sevens, 3650|With "Y'ave done your best," 3650|Our joys, if any are, 3650|When viewed through rain and tears, 3650|Our losses, if any are, 3650|Are but our losses more. 3650|Our sins, and our fears, 3650|And our joys, if any be, 3650|If all these things be taken up, 3650|What can a man do but stand? 3650|What can a man do but kneel? 3650|And yet, O ye sons of Sin, 3650|And you, who with the Devil groan, 3650|O ye who shall answer, Pray, 3650|What can a man do but stand? 3650|When a man is lying low 3650|In a friend's forsaken bower, 3650|And the angels have him there 3650|From pains of all shapes and sizes, 3650|From the cold of summer seas, 3650|And from fires that rage unknown, 3650|In a night like death to keep, 3650|And a friend's sweet kindness give, 3650|And a friend's sweet loving look, 3650|And a friend's sweet kindness take, 3650|The world will have a cup of joy, 3650|And a song of triumph sung. 3650|For the cup is full, the day is ours, 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 4140 ======================================== 26199|And they were the sons of men in many ways, 26199|In land and in foreign lands, a thousand ways. 26199|Then a day came. "The day that I could not see, 26199|The last of all the days, it was--a sun. 26199|I woke, and I saw that I was old and blind. 26199|When other men look'd--an ancient, wise 26199|And kind-hearted man--I looked not up, 26199|But gazed 'midst the dead men, and I said 'Good-night.' 26199|And as the sun had gone, and it was noon, 26199|The crowd that gathered at the palace gate 26199|Grew silent at the light of his departure, 26199|And none that had had one in former life 26199|Smiled in its face; but they that remembered 26199|Love, and each man looked on his dead loved one. 26199|"The evening wore quickly to its closing hour 26199|When my father came to speak--and then 26199|The sun dipped to the sea, and the moon rose, 26199|And then I saw, and I knew that the hour 26199|Was coming at the hand of a dead man. 26199|I was not at the window when he came, 26199|But I heard him say--I saw him go, 26199|I heard him say 'O father, the last time here 26199|I looked in your eyes, I cried--it was--yourself!' 26199|I had grown old and weak. 'I had no power 26199|That this should ever happen to another; 26199|And that was your only strength; no power you had 26199|To say to me--the last time I saw you-- 26199|Nought. That was your sole authority; 26199|'O I am dead.'--there goes my pen; I say 26199|It was your sole authority to say 26199|I had no power to say to you--my wife-- 26199|Naught. That I had no right to you--my father-- 26199|'You have no right to say this to you. 26199|O it was only my father could do it; 26199|It was the last time you spoke to him--why 26199|Would you not say to your children to-night 26199|That it was my mother that you saw with you, 26199|That it was I that you'd seen with my father 26199|And his wife, I say?'--I said nothing--I said, 26199|'I did not know--I did not see or hear-- 26199|'It was that thing that told me, and made me say, 26199|'I saw you with your mother and your father: 26199|How I've killed my love?--how? what can I do?' 26199|"And he said, 'I have killed my darling child. 26199|I have killed my darling child.'--Oh, my God! 26199|He said, 'It was that little thing, that said, 26199|'That said, I have killed my darling child: 26199|It was that little thing said I had to kill 26199|Our child:--it can't be my darling child. 26199|It can't be, because the child was mine. 26199|I had to take it from them--I had to die 26199|If they had been so beautiful and sweet. 26199|It can't be said you killed your darling--'Nay,' 26199|He answered.'--I should think so--But it can't be. 26199|My father and my mother, mother--how? 26199|You have them two left, they were the best. 26199|But it is not them--it's yourself--there's me, 26199|And she's--you killed yourself, that's how. 26199|'You killed yourself--and you had to die; 26199|Why didn't you kill at once?' He says. You say 26199|'I have my darling's mother: it was done 26199|In mercy and not spite.' Well, we could die,-- 26199|I had better not; and if it's good, 26199|And God will have it so, I will, too. 26199|"But it was only one of them, and we, 26199|As women, must have some time ======================================== SAMPLE 4150 ======================================== 8187|"Behold our friend, whose generous soul 8187|"Can still its generous ardour feel, 8187|"Has for long years, like us, been laid low 8187|"By us in bloody error slain! 8187|"That spirit, so unfailing true, 8187|"In whom there was but one _friend_ to count, 8187|"Will yet save Europe from a plague _his_ own! 8187|"Oh! what is Europe now, without that man, 8187|"Who for his country, brother, land, 8187|"His native soil, and kindred, gave his soul, 8187|"And gave one single heart to save her? 8187|"What is Europe now, without that _one_? 8187|"Whose noble brow, his country's pride, 8187|"His soul, his pride,--and all that makes 8187|"Her happiness, and his empire, rich?" 8187|When the last wreath was duly cast, 8187|To the tomb beside the coffin we 8187|Returned, still thinking on that night, 8187|While those who mourn like us cannot sleep, 8187|That there, beside the rivulet, he 8187|Washed, with the blood of an Emperor's self. 8187|And, with a tear, that heart shall mourn; 8187|But for ever let that tear flow, 8187|To tell us, ere it leaves the clay, 8187|That Europe's joy, from her own hero blown 8187|Like some young swallow to his home, 8187|Had no more heart to welcome him. 8187|Tho' the last flower was duly cast, 8187|To the tomb beside the coffin we 8187|Returned still thinking on how bright 8187|That brighter life which yet was to be-- 8187|Whose heart, from that high martyrdom, 8187|Could no more shrink from that dear earth 8187|That shall watch o'er its heroes yet. 8187|The warlike Prince of France rests 8187|Wrapt in his soldier's cloak of black, 8187|While the other three are all 8187|To a comrade's bedside, cold. 8187|The last tear, that England paid, 8187|Mingled in this heart of mine, 8187|Touches, like those dropped drops of rain 8187|From some Alpine glen, with flowers, 8187|Which the earth has scattered here, 8187|Till they stain the heaven of heaven;-- 8187|These, like those drops of yellow glee, 8187|Poured in fatal torrents, lie 8187|With their brethren of the sea,-- 8187|And we live o'er their children's graves! 8187|And England's heroes, now that all 8187|The earth they loved and loved so well, 8187|Are sleeping in the field of blood, 8187|While friends and foes, that day, are here, 8187|And now all foes, are now at ease! 8187|How calm that earth is, that heaven's bright eye 8187|Looked from its cloudless depths above 8187|On one whose heart is darkly bright 8187|With all the light and glory shines 8187|Of that fair world from whence he came. 8187|The brave young soldier, who for me 8187|Lay dying, from the battle raved. 8187|'Twas night--and there, his comrades' cry 8187|Lit his lone hearth-fire, while they shook 8187|Their swords, to hear him so declare 8187|The story of that fatal fray 8187|A soldier should not want to know.-- 8187|A soldier?--ye a spotless deed 8187|Of war could ever yet perform; 8187|And when you've done the little ill 8187|Which war's dark fury never sees. 8187|You come a poor soldier's way,-- 8187|He left his father and his friends, 8187|With such a lily heart he broke 8187|That at the last he'd give it all. 8187|Though he was brave enough and strong, 8187|It's not for him the cause to tell, 8187|For he was led to it, by Fate, 8187|In all his years in battle bold. 8187|I ======================================== SAMPLE 4160 ======================================== 19221|In peace shall be no more, 19221|But in a dream, till the world's last day, 19221|In the silent, misty morn, 19221|By a stream, whose waters, stilly, show 19221|A floating castle by; 19221|And by it, by it, by it! 19221|While the light wind lulls the sleeper deep, 19221|I'll sing thee a song of love,-- 19221|A song of a girl that never, never, 19221|Will be forgot, though I rot in hell, 19221|Or live--and the world be not dead. 19221|The rain has dampn'd the window, 19221|The gusty wind is still; 19221|The soft leaves of the forest 19221|Do cover me like wood. 19221|So by the light of day I go 19221|With a step--and a look-- 19221|Towards the window, and the moon 19221|As I peer and peep. 19221|The leaves are wet, the leaves are wet: 19221|So, in the dim day-light, 19221|So, by the sweet moon's light, 19221|I watch till it grow dim. 19221|O, love, thy smile is bright, 19221|But love is a deadly poison, 19221|A deadly sickness, 19221|That makes me sick with longing, 19221|And leaves me kind of liking. 19221|Thy face is white, thy name is still, 19221|But, ah, the way we used to love! 19221|We used to sit and smile and talk 19221|About the pleasant pastimes of the summer-- 19221|When the wind like a gentle lover would blow 19221|Over green meadows and blue hills of vale, 19221|Or when the nightingale would come with ruby lips 19221|To woo the dark ardent spirits of the wood. 19221|O, we are far from the noisy world together. 19221|O, we are alone in the green valley-homes. 19221|The summer is come, and the leaves are falling, 19221|And I watch by the white walls of the wood, 19221|And sing to the wood-things--"Love is lovely!" 19221|O, the woodland singing-birds are gay, 19221|But what rejoices the woodland for? 19221|There are no eyes to see, no lips to smile, 19221|No thoughts to follow, no faces to use, 19221|Only a simple heart, the heart of youth. 19221|I can say I love you, my love, for I know 19221|That you will be mine some day, some day indeed. 19221|And I can say it to the bitter grief 19221|That fills my heart when I think of your dear face, 19221|Of your bright hair, and of blue eyes bright 19221|That tremble and gaze at me from far away. 19221|And I laugh and dance in my bliss, and my feet 19221|Clap impatiently in the rain, and are glad 19221|Because the day is over and we must meet. 19221|But at times I fear, and am weary of glee, 19221|And look at you and weep, and think of the days 19221|When our hearts were like birds in autumn-time, 19221|Or blossoms in the June,--when our feet clung to 19221|Each other's bosoms when we were with You. 19221|And I wish, at times, that I had wings to fly 19221|Above the earth and the sky and the sea; 19221|Had flown to You above the blue hills of the north, 19221|The brown hills of the south, above the south-west, 19221|Above the earth and wings to roam the earth. 19221|Ah, whither would I fly? How would I roam 19221|Beyond the blue hills of the south, above the south-west, 19221|Above the sky and the sea, with wings to roam? 19221|The world is far too narrow for me. 19221|I need a place of many little rooms, 19221|Where I may lie and look at lovely things 19221|Through fairy eyes, and play with little thoughts 19221|Of Love, that is more fair than all the rest. 19221|Fair ======================================== SAMPLE 4170 ======================================== 29345|But I remember all the ways I went-- 29345|Those hills the hills recall, 29345|And trees all old gray in the winter wind 29345|And every day's wind and dew; 29345|And every breath like a little note of gold 29345|In the blue air as I made my way 29345|Through forest and fields, 29345|And all the ways I went 29345|That a man can go but can't remember right! 29345|When we are all alone, 29345|And I must watch my watch, 29345|And the candles have their way, 29345|And I'm in my own room, 29345|If I hear a clock or candle burn 29345|I know it's I who is alone in the dark, 29345|And the one who has his place 29345|Is the one who gets the sun by day! 29345|O clock, you are old and wise, 29345|What madness you must be 29345|If you work so long day after day, 29345|And know that the night will come too soon! 29345|Your hands are white and fresh and soft, 29345|And your face is painted white, 29345|And you sit at a wooden gate, 29345|As fresh as painted daisies are. 29345|And you stand alone in the night! 29345|This clock you hear is in your ear 29345|As you sit in your wooden chair-- 29345|But you are not alone. 29345|With your hand outstretched to me, 29345|You turn and watch one long look, 29345|And you say: "Is there any sound 29345|Under the stars that fall so still 29345|That I may hear what's in my room?" 29345|So here upon my door 29345|To this wooden clock 29345|Which no voice speaks yet 29345|You are not alone. 29345|And what madness that you were 29345|To sit at a wooden gate, 29345|And to wait all day 29345|Under the stars for them to fall! 29345|And I sometimes think of it 29345|As an old gray clock, 29345|And I am tired and sad 29345|And I think of some one who waits 29345|Under the stars for my door, 29345|And a hand or a foot 29345|Hath not moved since we were wed! 29345|I am glad this gray clock lies 29345|In its little nest, and still 29345|I hear it ticking there, 29345|And it fits like any rook 29345|A thousand hands across. 29345|It is only nine o'clock. 29345|It is only nine o'clock. 29345|And something tells me we shall stay 29345|As long as there is life in this life. 29345|The sea is rolling its mighty tide 29345|Over the city of Rome, 29345|The walls are crumbling with age, 29345|The mighty column comes down, 29345|And Rome is lost to Rome. 29345|The city is turned into a sea 29345|That never sees the moon, 29345|And all along the land of Rome 29345|The little ships go past. 29345|The ships that go--all along 29345|The land of Rome, 29345|With all the people aboard 29345|With all the people aboard! 29345|The very sea-birds call to say 29345|The very sea-birds sing 29345|The very sea-birds that never know 29345|The land of Rome! 29345|But all the sea that day was Rome, 29345|And all the day the people went 29345|To see a great artist there, 29345|A great philosopher there. 29345|For the great poet went and died 29345|Under the great dome, 29345|And the great poet was not he! 29345|And never will again! 29345|And all the day was Rome 29345|When the great painter went and died 29345|Under the great dome. 29345|And all the night was Rome 29345|When the great poet was not he 29345|Who went and died 29345|Under the great dome. 29345|The great painter never will again 29345|Under the great dome! 29345|And why should one forever be ======================================== SAMPLE 4180 ======================================== 3295|The great ocean of life's passion-flowing river, 3295|And, at the end of all, the little land I found it 3295|In the land of the little days--the land of the little song. 3295|All my own, my own, my own--your name and mine were one 3295|In a word--me. You, as you live, you made me the same. 3295|Love, the old romance, which can never cease, 3295|Both in life, in thought, in word, and deed; 3295|Yet both in vain!--so much, so evermore 3295|Do we long for it, while love is near. 3295|Hail, my mother earth! What joy can you bring 3295|To the heart's great heart, the weary heart's nine! 3295|For you have the sweet, sweet voice of babes-- 3295|Virgins in the chaste womb of heaven, 3295|Whom once I have heard softly in your words 3295|As you would call me in the still years o'er,-- 3295|The little darling children of the air, 3295|Of the dark sea, the wood, the wind-distress, 3295|Of you, the old, old friend of little maids. 3295|How should I long for thy love? In all my days 3295|It grows beyond me what love will do, 3295|Eternally, forever in a dream 3295|Of passion, deep as deep can be. I dare 3295|Not know what passion--or if it be; 3295|So that shall be known who knows. The years rush on. 3295|How long, O mother earth, the years that move 3295|By their own slow tides o'er the deep? How soon, 3295|How much the while, shall the dark waves flow 3295|Upon the shores of this sad earth; how soon 3295|Will the last wave arrive, before the last cloud, 3295|While I have eyes to see, and souls to sing. 3295|O Mother, let not thy son be wroth, 3295|So we may learn to live; for love for love 3295|Maddens our life; but love for love shall be 3295|Our everlasting crown at God's right hand. 3295|If in the darkness or in the noontime 3295|Our loves grow dim, our eyes too early opened 3295|To love's full light, if no call comes to us 3295|To live a life for others, that our own 3295|Be stricken,--let us not lose the way. 3295|Let us but remember God for us, 3295|And with the morning, and be, for all things, 3295|The children of the morning. 3295|But if within the darkness of a night 3295|We find no call, or if the starless night 3295|Meets that of love, then is the hand of death, 3295|Thus great and sudden, laid upon us, and we 3295|Take no thought for our dear ones. 3295|The night is coming on from day to noonday. 3295|And the little children stand in a dim, lone place, 3295|Watching the waves come up the shore 3295|With their little hands, their little hands, to grasp 3295|The hand, and bring to us the word 3295|That is not spoken. Hearken, children. 3295|Let us remember God. 3295|(They make a melody.) 3295|The voice of our children cries 3295|Over the wave, and fills the little ones with fear, 3295|And casts upon their hearts a darkness and a care, 3295|A darkness in the face of God; 3295|The voice of our children is not heard. 3295|What has happened? 3295|What is it that has happened? 3295|Nothing. But a little voice 3295|Is silent while great waters rise and roll in their fury, 3295|And the great night crawls forth upon us to the end of day, 3295|And yet, what is it? What is here to be seen? 3295|(She sings.) 3295|Nothing; but, oh, what is this? 3295|A little little hand and voice! 3295|(They are silenced.) 3295 ======================================== SAMPLE 4190 ======================================== 1008|The other, with much ado, was chang'd in air. 1008|When now the solid rock, that framed our bridge, 1008|Was cover'd with the mist, that from the stream 1008|Then springing upward, struck the sense intrench'd. 1008|Suddenly, or ever it had reach'd the view, 1008|My Guide, through want of reflection, stopped, 1008|And standing at my side, exclaim'd: "Say, who 1008|Art thou, that standest musing at the fountain, 1008|Streaming before?" My Fiametta, when 1008|She saw me, stop'd, and, panting as she stood, 1008|Groan'd out, "Ocius, dearest brother! thou shalt hear 1008|From him who is lamenting a brother lost." 1008|Thereat the saint, with eyes more red than frost, 1008|Look'd down, and drew me towards him, crying: "Serve 1008|Us with compassion, for the time draws nigh 1008|That we are to be dissolved. State then once more, 1008|Once more thou speakest, what thy will is to say." 1008|"Do not murmur, brother, that I speak not rightly: 1008|For my mind as yet perceives no injustice 1008|By its own action. If thou doubt with me, 1008|Look if thou canst discover in me beholders 1008|Some of whom I was. E'en as in Gorgona's stream 1008|The very stream itself, if thou inspect, 1008|From which the every part has discovrd play'd, 1008|It behooves thee wishest how far discovrd can 1008|Repel discovrd that from itself did spring, 1008|In circumstances like this which I tell thee 1008|Because on this side he points. If I were form'd 1008|That would dispel thy fear: but that clouded brow 1008|Encompass'd me as the dawning foam enwraps 1008|The mount with morning light. Therefore, if thou hearest 1008|One of our congregation sloping with sighs 1008|And gnawing his lip, th' impression must be grate 1008|Of his unworth'ning praise. Yet art thou crown'd. 1008|Work out the word." Words of wrath exclaiming, "Why 1008|Mistakest?" I replied: "The multiplicity 1008|Of their evil will it may be glorious to view, 1008|But to look on account of a single ill 1008|Is deplorable." Faint with anger in amaze 1008|They stood, and I thereof who saw them stood grieved. 1008|"In Rocchio's," cried out again, "in Rocchio's blood? 1008|Why sleepest thou there? Avarice has ta'en 1008|The life, which he should have enjoyed for life. 1008|Of what avail are his great steps? Where are his arms 1008|Whose sound of striking steel did so incense the earth? 1008|Now may'st thou know, and know likewise if it be, 1008|Pope Anastasius, or if my Florentine 1008|Are with them confined." Such light did Alexandria teach 1008|That very year, in the twentieth, she stood light 1008|And silent at the revelation, which added 1008|Nine successors to the fall of man. In that time 1008|Revolt against royalty was rife throughout 1008|Th' ensign'd world; and the new code, which did make 1008|The prelate knees at his lordship's feet, found gaping 1008|Where erst it used to yawn. Against such measures 1008|The Knave of Viano, of Milan and of Fuori 1008|Descended, with his council, in their turn; 1008|And they, like wolves which fury trips, full soon 1008|Bleed afresh, where wounds had been. Of the code 1008|The chief error came to light; and from that hour 1008|New penitence of the ill-doers, as they wail'd, 1008|Was with the eagle written with the pen 1008|Of every single one. Nations and terms 1008|Were sundered: ======================================== SAMPLE 4200 ======================================== A bird from the forest, 33089|From the boughs of trees returned." 33089|Then said Lemminkainen's mother, 33089|"O my babe, you need not fight!" 33089|Had I been mother to him, 33089|And had I not been kind, 33089|Had I been mother to him, 33089|I should have spared my life. 33089|"When I first saw you in youth, 33089|And in my youth's first years of summer, 33089|I the smallest bird could hear, 33089|Knew the hum of a great crane, 33089|And I knew what the crane meant, 33089|For I saw the crane that stood there 33089|With a whole flock of crane-like birds, 33089|And with birds of every other part. 33089|"But when you were made a child 33089|By your mother and her brothers, 33089|How the crane stood up and sang 33089|And the birds with all their songs, 33089|And the birds with singing voices! 33089|Was it only one that sang? 33089|And was it only one that spoke? 33089|And the other, too, sang and chanted, 33089|And the other, too, spoke as you see." 33089|Then said Lemminkainen's mother, 33089|"O my babe dear, what is it? 33089|And what is it that's chanting?" 33089|"There lies, just there, on the hearth-stone, 33089|There lies your cradle, too, there, 33089|Your cradle with moss inwrought." 33089|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 33089|"It is indeed a cradle, 33089|It is indeed a cradle, boy, 33089|And the birds are singing there, too." 33089|In the cradle played the birds, 33089|And they croaked and sung and chanted, 33089|And they chanted and croaked again, 33089|While their beaks were open-mouthed. 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"What it sings will I understand, 33089|For I hear the birds singing there." 33089|On the stones the birds were flying, 33089|And the stones above them rolled, 33089|And the stones underneath them heaved. 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"The birds know what the cradle means, 33089|And the cradle will tell me also." 33089|On a rock they stood when rising, 33089|And the birds were standing ready, 33089|And they sang so lively and strong 33089|That the moon was full of shine. 33089|Then said Lemminkainen's mother, 33089|"Now you know not much about it, 33089|And you cannot guess the meaning, 33089|Of the cradle with moss inwrought." 33089|But the lively Lemminkainen 33089|Heeded not the mother's words, 33089|And upon that very subject, 33089|How to build a boat with sticks, 33089|He a wise man built such a boat, 33089|And his boat 'twas very wide. 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"Is not this boat quite large?" 33089|"Why, O son of Lempo, 33089|It is quite large indeed, saith it, 33089|And the man that brings it well." 33089|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 33089|"When it is quite made complete, 33089|Then I shall sing and sing it, 33089|As a mighty one is fit for. 33089|I will bring my boat on shore, 33089|And will lie myself down down there, 33089|Where the snow is wholly melted, 33089|And the snow-load on the sea; 33089|This is a very deep and narrow boat, 33089|And it is the boat for me." 33089|But the lively Lemminkainen 33089|"I will not go to other regions, 33089|Thou, too, wouldst not go to other regions, 33089|That I know not how it can be." 33089|So he sailed into the forest, 33089|Sailed into the ======================================== SAMPLE 4210 ======================================== 1279|I'm a' the walth o' my lane, 1279|And a' the lave o' my lane; 1279|But there'll never be peace till she's awa, 1279|And I'm a' the walth o' my lane. 1279|O ye lasses, e'en ye wha wait to be 1279|Your hairtin, hizzie, bonnie lass, 1279|May the walth o' time waft her frae you 1279|That waefu' to the land o' Jean. 1279|I'm a' the walth o' my lane; 1279|And a' the lave o' my lane; 1279|But there'll never be peace till she's awa, 1279|And I'm a' the walth o' my lane. 1279|My heart it is sair to part wi' my Jean, 1279|And part wi' her, sae bonnie a thing; 1279|In lieu o' her I leave behind me 1279|The hills o' Bauld-knaumbers, 1279|Far, far frae hills I love to rove, 1279|Far frae the land o' the bonnie May. 1279|Tune--"The Highland Maiden." 1279|Gude guide a warning to your maidens, 1279|To warn them of the dire disgrace, 1279|The wily maidens that send in bribes-- 1279|To beware your sons to shun them. 1279|Ye frien's and prykows, ye beggars, 1279|That in the boor's den do flee your lanes, 1279|And in your dark retreats do lie; 1279|Wha can resist the tempting gowd? 1279|And when ye gang to daisies 1279|The delicate maid is sure to be, 1279|By you and your ain daddies hailed. 1279|The mair is gain'd when ye ken your ma, 1279|And when ye reach daffodils. 1279|For weel ye ken your ain daddies, 1279|How fondly they love kin kens; 1279|And oh, how happy ye are, 1279|How happy ye then are, laddies. 1279|I'll daffodil the bonny sweet pattie, 1279|And he the dear kilt will give me for my tartie; 1279|I'll daffodil the bonny sweet pattie, 1279|And we'll to the meadow take the gowans and kine. 1279|And we'll tak the bonny dear pattie, 1279|And put em in the basket so easy to lift; 1279|And we'll tak the bonny dear pattie, 1279|And tak the kilt, and burn it at the fire. 1279|How fair was our forefather's time, 1279|How wide was then the choice of kirning! 1279|But now it is narrow, 1279|And the daughters are half-way wrought. 1279|They'll not turn sarkan, 1279|They'll not turn plaid, 1279|But in comes the brawn with all intent. 1279|They'll not turn sarkan, 1279|They'll not turn plaid, 1279|But in comes the brawn with all intent. 1279|I was never afraid to die: 1279|Till the last dying sigh my life-blood cost; 1279|Yet I tak' to the batt'ry of the Lord, 1279|The batt'ry of sweet Willie Beane. 1279|Then, like the noble een o' gracious dew, 1279|The tears of my faut it slowly stole, 1279|And I 'spose my heart may nae miss me fecht; 1279|I'm safe at Willie's board, dear Willie Beane. 1279|Ye hae been ca'd the gay, 1279|Gude friends for to call, 1279|And I was for to praise, 1279|And then at last, alas! 1279|I to die. 1279|The weary, weary war we 've had, 1279|Since first we met-- 1279|And now, oh what will be 1279|To greet dear hands ======================================== SAMPLE 4220 ======================================== 34237|"And the man was dead; and the soul that was slain 34237|Had died for him, and had taken the shape 34237|Of the man who had slain him from out the eyes 34237|Of his murderers. And the man's soul, it seemed, 34237|Did it not cry, _I stand in your way, O Lord?_ 34237|_My God, for my soul in the peril _is_. 34237|"And they slew their father and his men, 34237|And his kinsmen, and kinswomen; 34237|And slew the very women that bare 34237|The heavy seed that he lay under. 34237|And on that day the LORD was red with rage, 34237|And darkened the face of the face of the ground, 34237|And the souls of the men that were slain 34237|Grew afraid to live, or to walk abroad, 34237|And went into a darkness that was dread, 34237|Into a gulf unknown, and there they died. 34237|"And the man's soul cried unto the LORD, 34237|'Hail, thou Thy servant, the true Israel, 34237|Let me go into Thy land, O LORD!' 34237|But the souls of the men that were with him 34237|Cried unto him, saying, 'We know Thee not; 34237|Thou art our man, and we love Thee as our life; 34237|Fight we nor turn aside from our seeking Thee!' 34237|"And there rose a murmur from the souls of the dead, 34237|Saying, 'Fight we, that we may be fulfilled.'" 34237|Lord of heights and deep, of day and night, 34237|Of the far sea-washed isle and the lone 34237|Yonder by the gray white star on the sea; 34237|Of the dunes that run with the tide askew, 34237|And the shore-tides that are hooked with foam,-- 34237|Lord God of Battles, and Thy battles fought 34237|When Thou foughtst Thine enemies on the land! 34237|O Lord of Battles, and Thy battles won, 34237|When the white spear in Thee's hand was caught. 34237|By Thee we were led. By Thee we were led 34237|Through the flames, and the deep, clear water, 34237|To Thine everlasting home. 34237|Lord God of Battles, for three hundred years 34237|Wast Thou on earth, and wert Thou on high, 34237|Sitting in Heaven, battling to keep back 34237|The nations that blasphemed Thee in vain? 34237|Wast Thou in Heaven, waging Thy warres wide, 34237|Amid the mightier Host of the blest? 34237|And wert Thou found forlorn and weak and lowly, 34237|Fleeing from them that blasphemed Thee in Thee, 34237|Crying, 'Thou shalt not,' when there was none, 34237|When the whole host of Heaven was at Thy side? 34237|O holy Lord, Thy hand showed forth in Thee 34237|The might and the evil of Thy people! 34237|And wert Thou found in Heaven, Lord, where dwell 34237|All things, Lord God of Battles, and Thy folk; 34237|But the Father, the Almighty, was displeased, 34237|And the Almighty took Thee by the right hand, 34237|And said, 'Take now my Son, my Chosen One.' 34237|The place for my own Son is the land, 34237|But the place for the Son of my people is Heaven. 34237|There is a house of life at last, 34237|Though many enter in blind; 34237|There is a place for all at last 34237|Though some in Hell may cry. 34237|The sun, whose beams the world hath seen, 34237|Is setting in Heaven,--but thou, 34237|Who goest to a richer world, 34237|Shalt reign there with day and night. 34237|O earth! O world! were mine the King, 34237|And thou the Queen, I would not change 34237|The world for a world of its gain: 34237|And wouldst thou ride on a sun-beam's steed, 34237|And I would ride on a rosy ======================================== SAMPLE 4230 ======================================== 8779|"Now," said he, "all hell is subdued; the force 8779|Of Arbia's wild and wanton fated race 8779|Quenched, they yield at distance: liberty restrains 8779|Both them and us: the rest, in sober pride, 8779|Mercuries, or what ye will, is free. But say, 8779|Who herein is Soldan, that this speech's powers 8779|Be checked at this entrance?" Sympathy I own 8779|Both from the Spirit and the witness, which 8779|Fails thereby to balance contrariety. 8779|To truth, O Caesar, to truth come hither: 8779|And for thou keepest th' adamant back'd, 8779|Ring out thy people's knell; for 'twill be tough 8779|With sand and sea to crunch at when it comes. 8779|Whoe'er he be, that smites the shepherd's sheep 8779|On the Crosian mount or Helicon's moors, 8779|Him, that wolf off-clothed, as he ran, shall know 8779|Not Halmes Ludesilaus, nor Pierides. 8779|Accursed are the children ofworldly pride: 8779|Adon, Adon, and Adonis shall be 8779|His sons, whom not Isaac beheld with joy, 8779|When from the ass's back he hung cut down. These 8779|Shall see their woe after th' Infidel's croel 8779|Dust from their eyeballs flake; and that too blood-freeZEEMAN. 8779|"But if," he cried, "visiting Faunens, or the shades 8779|Of Helicon, or the Fairy court, where oft 8779|I saw protestation hurl'd at your power, 8779|Razors to dust against your lips, before 8779|You cross the river there, on your right arm, 8779|Mark where Libicocco is engirding out 8779|The knotty gras, which from your left hand creep 8779|Round there where the sharp gras stabs are. Lo! this is 8779|The Infidel's bank, where, sift'd by ev'ry dank 8779|Burgundian before him, I often cross'd 8779|Lies the body of my bleeding Servitor, 8779|Smit by blows from full on Hector's back." 8779|To whom in few words: "Youth wonders more 8779|Than any number of the grey age dead; 8779|And pity them that have been lull'd to sleep, 8779|That they their lessons may not miss'd by us. 8779|The song I now begin with, which 8779|From the false Greek of false Hannah com'st, 8779|For this reason: man never was, nor is, 8779|That whoso'rt from such as these shall understand. 8779|Were they of Olympian or of galilian make, 8779|Or of more refined temperament, I 8779|Might answer them, but that in my opinion 8779|My tongue, though precise, needs practice. Hence, 8779|If they ofgiados subtile be, some brief 8779|Precisely set they at a single sweep." 8779|measure. They represent the circumference 8779|of a galley, weighing, as the galley's foot 8779|Means, moving equal ground'rules Britannia's tonnage, 8779|On each side holding the measuring-rod 8779|Of accurate and exact instrument, 8779|And 'twixt these waists the sinewful arm hangs loose. 8779|In measuring each joint beatiue time to spare, 8779|so that the circumference of the vessel round 8779|May be equally with the longitude surveyed. 8779|These words of venerable 1 Vincent C. 8779|The bounds of sacred ground discerned, to left 8779|He turn'd, returning with attention due 8779|To the mysterious words, which with their sense 8779|Thus cross'd. "If the corporeal states indeed 8779|Be things transcendent, seemingly void, 8779|Why should we cling to them, if in these fail? ======================================== SAMPLE 4240 ======================================== 8187|"_The king and I are bound by an alliance_ 8187|"_We've agreed to form a friendly union_ 8187|"_This alliance must preserve _our_ freedom_ 8187|"_And to the public we'll add more powers_ 8187|"_To check and curb the pride of Great Britannia_ 8187|"Of all this we know full well Sir Mopsom B. 8187|"_I'm sure, when your Lordship meets with Miss B._ 8187|"_You may in truth suppose, my lord_ 8187|"_That the whole is in good faith, yes, yes_ 8187|"_But the time has not yet come, my lord_ 8187|_For I trust you are anxious all_ 8187|_To come up this question to the king_ 8187|"_And I trust, dear Parson, to you I would say_ 8187|"_That you are willing to listen to the whole_ 8187|"_Of this union; so much that I can show 8187|"_Which way I take, and how I wish it to go_." 8187|_And that he had learned from all his conversation_ 8187|The _first impression_ _there had been_! 8187|Then here is a letter from Miss B.:-- 8187|"_Your Lordship does me the honor to send 8187|"This for me--but know _I_ was first to come. 8187|"I wrote this for _myself_ yesterday, 8187|"When you told me that you had got the king_ 8187|_Just before coming here; but as I said 8187|"That I must go, you might have _noticed_ it_ 8187|"That morning, when you said to Ned that 8187|"He might call me in to _some_ meetings; 8187|"And if not, I trust you will think it best 8187|"To put to me privately each thing." 8187|And here is Lord Shrewski's:-- 8187|"_And in your Lordship's, with the greatest 8187|"Cheers_, I trust, we'll meet again._ 8187|"On Monday morning just as the King's 8187|"Friends were making a great fuss at his 8187|"House on Monday night, I showed up at 8187|"The Queen's, just before dark, with Lord Mayor _all_. 8187|"When I got there (being in the upper 8187|"Hall), all about _the_ Palace, _I_ got _there_. 8187|"And there I stood all the afternoon, 8187|"With an awkward, queer heart, till the meeting 8187|"Orator, at least, until Sir Mopsom came, 8187|"And made a great fuss then; and then the 8187|"Hull-slider-like crowd began to rise, 8187|"When the Prince's friends came in, which came in 8187|"To hear Lord Mopsom, and give him kisses 8187|"At every place he touched _his way_." 8187|We meet again, and the night is over, 8187|And the moonlight's in our faces; 8187|Though the clouds are dark, it's like the first 8187|And last of our meeting. 8187|And we two are together, 8187|And the stars themselves hang above us, 8187|And I press my heart into yours as lightly 8187|As ever one may fold you in; 8187|And you only think of that place 8187|Where I've used you so, and me so, 8187|And feel your bosom rise and fall 8187|About a form so fair; and then 8187|When you think of the last half-hour 8187|I've watched and hoped we had not met, 8187|You close your eyes, and so you see 8187|Like pictures in the dreams of sleep 8187|All the scenes of that last meeting; 8187|The passion, the pain, the joy, 8187|And look of our eyes, together, 8187|In these bright moments of the hour! 8187|But oh! each man is a mere clay, 8187|His life's as fleeting as his soul, 8187|And still his thoughts, when he awakes, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 4250 ======================================== 841|In this little garden of mine. 841|I think about this garden, 841|And about that garden, 841|And in general I think of it. 841|I think of it at midnight. 841|It is the garden-wall. 841|All the trees are green and gold. 841|Nothing but purple and green things grow 841|In there, on that garden wall. 841|If I lay me down on it tonight, 841|And the candle would fill my hair 841|With a scent of bud and flower, 841|I think about this garden. 841|I think of it at morning. 841|I think of it in bed 841|And the shadows in the bed 841|Grow thicker each time I lie awake. 841|At morning in the evening, 841|After the house, I see 841|Silk etching of the lamp's green flame, 841|And the green candle shine 841|In the corner, pale 841|And dark, as if she were sitting by. 841|I hear a voice crying,-- 841|"I was dancing in the bougainvillea 841|And the red rose and the white rose in a row 841|Tinted the dark shade." 841|I know not where this is, 841|This is not in the room. 841|All the world is green and gold. 841|And then the candle's flame 841|Shines like a sun in the room, 841|And there's nothing but purple and green things 841|In the room. 841|The rose has turned to a snow-white snow- 841|flake. 841|The white rose has fallen, 841|And the rose has changed to a snow- 841|flake. 841|The grey-moon has fallen from the sky. 841|The little white rose has changed into a snow- 841|flake. 841|But I see through the frost, 841|To the window, my sister, 841|And I think, "If I tried to grow 841|There's no way to grow." 841|I say and laugh: "If I try to grow 841|To the little green pebbles, 841|A ball of tiny little stones 841|I can hit and drive." 841|I think: "If I tried to grow, 841|How it would be to fly, 841|Like the little moon's shadow, 841|Over the clouds?" 841|I laugh: "What about red sun 841|That I can hit and kill? 841|And I think, if I tried to grow, 841|There'd be little fire 841|In the little firelight." 841|I say: "If I tried to grow 841|Where the grass is green, 841|And there were flowers, like the flowers 841|In my garden one day, 841|Like the lilies, I would climb 841|Up the wall all day." 841|I laugh: "Of the flowers, 841|I have no choice, 841|Since the garden's grown 841|A bridge between heaven and earth." 841|I laugh: "There's no tree, 841|No tree on the way here, 841|But I know there's a path 841|To my sister, and she's back." 841|I laugh. To my sister, 841|Who is going somewhere. 841|I know a tree, 841|With lilies all curled up round it, 841|And one wild-eyed one 841|Just as fast forgot to go. 841|I know another, 841|With sun-glistening eyes and cheeks. 841|And I know but one. 841|One huge, wild, beautiful tree, 841|As black as a mote of red. 841|I laugh, I think, I grow, 841|I run, I run to my sister. 841|I see her going somewhere, 841|Through the window, 841|And I can hear her passing footsteps. 841|All the time I think, 841|My sister is near her sister, ======================================== SAMPLE 4260 ======================================== 1021|A little, like an arrow from the bow 1021|That falls to earth again, but at the last? 1021|Ah, well it seems that he who knew the heart 1021|Too long the soul's strife could not delay, 1021|And long that in her soul he might abide 1021|(A little piece of him long dead and gone) 1021|To light that little beacon-light of love 1021|And so the heart's long strife would still be o'er. 1021|"And now he stands by the dim burning door, 1021|And draws"--and no, no, he cannot draw that beam-- 1021|"When the green flames swell and light her feet, 1021|Their light will be, my baby, but my ray--" 1021|"I am all at peace, dear father," lisped Eve, 1021|"For love and the love I knew is at an end. 1021|Love was a light to guide my soul" (I heard 1021|The echo answer from the ancient hearth): 1021|"For love was a light to light the dark above 1021|All the long hours our years had made too long. 1021|Love was too perfect for the darkness of sin!" 1021|The father raised his arms and cried: "Is it so? 1021|I, who have loved them all and loved so long. 1021|Can the heart beat the heart which all too dearly now 1021|Hath been entwined with the flesh of death? 1021|Is it not so, my child?"--"Father," she said ( 1021|So Eve, without a word or a murmur, spoke. 1021|"I love you, father," Eve replied, "and you." 1021|All the long hours their lives had been a dream, 1021|All the long hours were a dream, for now 1021|On the great wide breast of God there beats the heart 1021|Of Eve, Eve's heart beat, but not her own, 1021|That heart throbbed for him who was but her mate, 1021|But for her who is mate, an only mate, 1021|But for his soul, which, as the ancient tale 1021|Tells how, was made up of souls, which once 1021|Had dwelt with God but to each other wed, 1021|But now a lone heart in the great wilderness 1021|To a soul that has but one kindred. 1021|He loved her, and on this his soul was moved 1021|By something that he cannot discern: 1021|Something, perhaps a little like regret 1021|For the love of his own dear Eve, a little fear 1021|Of the love of his soul to a soul that is lost, 1021|Like a faint star to a moving heaven. 1021|He stooped, and said: "Love not Eve for Eve, 1021|Nor think of her as she is half human, 1021|But as Eve was when she was human, 1021|The woman she has always been to him. 1021|"And I am half human, and I love you, 1021|And we will call you my wife for ever, 1021|While the old heart beats in the heavens again 1021|And the old light is in your eyes; but the stars 1021|And the moon are lonesome, and the stars will wink 1021|Before they grow old and the moon will end 1021|Being human, and Eve come at last." 1021|But the stars said "Nay" and the moon "No," 1021|And the stars went down and the moon stayed up, 1021|And the stars grew drowsy and dewy-eyed, 1021|And Eve slept till she felt more content 1021|To call him her husband than her first mate; 1021|And the stars that shine most clear were the planets, 1021|Those shining from the great blue east, the planets 1021|Of the far, flat, starry north, the planets 1021|Sweet as the morning air that rises in clouds 1021|And damps the eyes and makes the soul afraid 1021|And makes the soul weary of life, the planets 1021|Shone with like love and seemed to say unto him: 1021|The world will be more fair with your marriage, 1021|And I will show myself both sweet and fair-- 1021 ======================================== SAMPLE 4270 ======================================== 1728|nowise to suffer. 1728|Now the ships were all on the sands together, and as men that were 1728|going home, but found their way to a distant land, nor were the 1728|mourning folk nor shipwrecked men nor young men. The twain 1728|wandered in the sea, and on their way would they see the ships 1728|lying at the deep, whereof men gave them no heed nowise. 1728|But the sun sank from his high place and flickered among the 1728|stars, while even the goddess Apollo was with them. And the 1728|fate, however, had its own joy in her delight. First, the 1728|ships would have come to rest, and all the twain would have 1728|been glad of heart: but the goddess gave in to their will. 1728|Now the goddess Apollo brought a sign to the ship that the 1728|fates desired to hide. She was full minded to slay the son 1728|of Peleus and his gods; but at the same time she would have 1728|them fly over the lofty bridge, by reason of that which was 1728|bid her and a god. So she changed her mind, and brought 1728|forth a mist, and straightway they flew over the lofty 1728|bridge. Then there was a great lament, when they beheld 1728|them come. And the goddess Apollo, when she had hidden 1728|herself, sent forth a mist that veiled the people, and was 1728|gifted with power. Then they saw a mighty mournful 1728|battle between the ships and the shipmen; yet they knew 1728|never that the queen of the gods had sent it forth, 1728|and that it was Apollo, so great was his honour. 1728|Then they drew apart the mist that veiled the people; for 1728|they knew not that the goddess herself had sent it forth 1728|to hide the people from the battle. Then the goddess 1728|looked over her shoulder, and spake unto the men and 1728|touched those two with her feet, and all the men gazed 1728|upon her, and each gave honour unto her. 1728|Now the men of the Argives, the best men among the 1728|noble-born, bare to her house three black cauldrons of 1728|bronze, three goodly vases of rare workmanship, and a 1728|twelve man-steeds to bear her company and her servants. Yea 1728|thereof stood the hall with the door of it shut, and her 1728|house-maids were sewing vases and holding good horses' 1728|to be tippled in the goodly seat. Thereby the goddess 1728|shewed in what fashion all should be clothed and all fed, 1728|and on what bread should they give their drink, for she was 1728|very mindful of the marriage-rites. And the house-maids 1728|were weaving for her a wonderful work, and they wove 1728|a fair garment for her with a goodly heirloom, and a 1728|twelve shining carcanets of gold, with a fair staff, and 1728|underneath each one of them a high seat, whereon to sit 1728|the mighty goddess. And she bare to the people three black 1728|cauldrons of bronze, three goodly vases, and a ten men to 1728|serve them. And they laid them in a goodly hearth, and she 1728|besought Menelaus, son of Atreus, that he would give them to 1728|her. So she bade him give them to him, and he gave them in 1728|righteous wise. 1728|Now the sons of Atreus and their sons had 1728|great thanks to make before they went to their own city. Now 1728|after that they had given such rich gifts as should 1728|satisfy man's desire, she made provision for the men's 1728|wanderers, and gave them strong awnings and a cloak, and 1728|herself went with them. There she bade the wisest of all hold 1728|discussion in the halls. Now all the lords were 1728|at the hall and sat there, and the women spake with 1728|the men, and they feasted and sp ======================================== SAMPLE 4280 ======================================== 1855|But we would have it: and now we must, 1855|For though the war were lost, the love you give 1855|Will never cease; it must be live or die. 1855|We know not what may be to be, nor guess, 1855|For love's a wonder, and love's a law, 1855|And love, by that same wonder made divine, 1855|And made, and made again, will yet be free; 1855|Nor, but we will, in the light which only shines, 1855|We hold, will be as free as the free-willed bird; 1855|We hold, will be as free, as the free-willed bird. 1855|A soul of song, with power to make 1855|Mirth and melody, thou art. 1855|Thou art, for thou hast eyes like water, 1855|And heart as heart, and soul to show 1855|Thou knowest, art worthy, I trow, 1855|Since man's creation, of his birth 1855|A beauty, a grace, a part, 1855|Which none, the Lord hath sworn to send, 1855|As the soul's birth-light, thou art. 1855|And I the messenger of God, 1855|The spirit of His word of Power, 1855|Which he shall send us when at last, 1855|His love and ours, to take their portion 1855|Of God's creation, shall fill, 1855|And fill it full, for all things made 1855|And of the nature His will hath planned 1855|Shall have his part; and man, when grown 1855|Aeons thenceforward to his seed 1855|Shall be of Him born, ere that time be. 1855|Now, hear Thou me, O Christ! Thy Son! 1855|Be Thou all-merciful, all-wise, 1855|Unmoved, an ocean whose waves 1855|In all things that are is thine, 1855|And that ocean, the world's wide grave, 1855|Be thou a temple of Thine own, 1855|Whose portals be the grave of 1855|Thee and the grave of all who now live, 1855|And who shall pass, a year by year. 1855|Whose gates shine with a light more rich, 1855|Whose fane is more and purer, 1855|Whose altars and its offerings 1855|Are louder and more high 1855|Than temple-sermon or bridal song. 1855|Ye are the light of joy and joy's new-born bride, 1855|Ye bring the glory of the glory of the skies! 1855|Ye have reared, in the light of this young day, 1855|The maiden and her future; and all ye give, 1855|To one of earth's children, is worth more than all 1855|Ye bring unto her from distant isles, and all 1855|Ye give her, does she give and takes you in: 1855|She gives her arms, she takes you in: what more avail 1855|Your gifts, O Christ, in a world of gold, 1855|And a world of wonder! Christ! Why should we wail? 1855|Why should we wail when the future is mine, 1855|And the world's new wonder is mine too? 1855|If the old time were our mother, 1855|What matter how poor her face; 1855|Our very hopes should not be hid 1855|The time she bore us here: 1855|All that now shines, we think, but shame 1855|The gleam that makes a hope forlorn! 1855|We shall not long be slaves below, 1855|Though the earth we tread may be 1855|Still of tyrants, the tyrant, and the vile, 1855|As slave and as pauper and as slave! 1855|Then why this woe? We are only dust 1855|And a lonely world behind us set; 1855|The land-wind of the land-wind seems to cry 1855|Amid the storm above; in the gale 1855|Beyond the land-wind, it is not heard; 1855|We are all under rocks by a sea, 1855|By rocks and sands, by rocks and sands left, ======================================== SAMPLE 4290 ======================================== 42058|With its rich array of flowers, 42058|And the dewy faces, 42058|I, who was wont to fear them, 42058|Now embrace their beauty; 42058|And we love with a love sublime, 42058|That dares not be at rest. 42058|For the love of that which lives in you 42058|Has its dwelling in the eyes of me, 42058|When your fair forehead to my own 42058|Beats its regular oaken fret; 42058|And your lovely eyes, and white, 42058|Are the very stars of this cloudless sky, 42058|And the very heaven that looks down there; 42058|And I hear the eternal wing 42058|Of that winged soul, all day 42058|And all night, its musical cry; 42058|And the world around, and near it, 42058|I see in the dark night, 42058|And feel that my own soul is winged too 42058|To get to the land of the immortals; 42058|And this is the end of my long voyage, 42058|I come to the land of the immortals; 42058|But long it has been since I came, 42058|O lonely sea, and barren of shore; 42058|For the wind is always in your face, 42058|And the storm in your sea-caves is sent, 42058|As I gaze at my image of you, 42058|And hear all day the blow on my pipe, 42058|While the wind and the storm go and come; 42058|And the eyes of me and the face of me 42058|Are gone to the islands in the night, 42058|I have heard all that has been said, 42058|The talk of mankind, the story of man, 42058|Tales of his wanderings, or feastings 42058|Of beasts and men. 42058|But now I have come from my long walk 42058|Of earth on the ocean's grassy shore, 42058|To the island-isles of Paradise, 42058|Where I found you again. 42058|The island-isles of Paradise 42058|I have passed on my journey over 42058|To the house of her you loved and left you 42058|Long in the prison-house of the prime; 42058|And at morning in the sunshine, 42058|And in the evening starlight, 42058|You walk with a gentle sorrow in your face, 42058|And a tender sadness in your eyes: 42058|There is the cottage of your love at last, 42058|And the hearth of your childhood in the East, 42058|With the old-time story of sweet scenes and joys, 42058|As in dreams it dreams of our dear lives; 42058|In every cradle is the story of love, 42058|A dream of our early childhood: 42058|The old-time song that I dreamed when a child, 42058|As I stood at that window, and listened 42058|To the voice of my love as it sang: 42058|"Listen, O, listen, Love, that am I, 42058|Listen in my love's sweet songs to hear; 42058|To love, that am you, O Love, hear and see; 42058|For I have trod the golden and the gray, 42058|And I know what thou knowest, Love,--and I, 42058|A child at heart with the flowers that play: 42058|The flowers that all day long with me abide, 42058|And with gladness my heart with theirs doth fill, 42058|And love, with gladness, I love and do." 42058|I sang the old, old songs with my love, 42058|And the light lark, like a man with a smile, 42058|Singed the clear, clear lay 42058|Of my song, and sang: 42058|"Come! and bring 42058|Me nights in which we'll sleep 42058|In the garden of love, 42058|Where the lilies gleam 42058|By the deep, deep glen, and at our skye 42058|The little flowers are springing and springing -- 42058|And we'll dream that we're rich with the sweet, 42058|For we're but poor, poor with the rose -- poor -- 42058|Dear, ======================================== SAMPLE 4300 ======================================== 4010|To hold them in a chain. 4010|O happy youth, as at the door 4010|Of childhood's home his father strode, 4010|And the bright morning sunbeam, shone 4010|Upon the castle gate, 4010|His mother's eyes the while they glanced, 4010|With eyes for sorrows grieved; 4010|And so with mirth and love it fared, 4010|As, at his feet, he held her down, 4010|And bade her thank him for his love. 4010|She felt his hand that kissed her cheek 4010|Lift up the rose-colour'd hair, 4010|And spoke, and blushed for joy like one 4010|Who felt a kiss of love on him. 4010|"My son, I fear not for your life 4010|A grief that cannot slay: 4010|A father's love is not for pride, 4010|But that which we may claim - 4010|The love of those, who own your claim, 4010|Your native earth: 4010|"As little for your life as my, 4010|So dear you feel my love, 4010|That I am come to tell, this night, 4010|And kiss your feet." 4010|"I would no peace, you tell me, 4010|That God should give for me: 4010|And if you do not love me, God, 4010|For whom you pine,-- 4010|I pray you, let me die with you, 4010|Before you bear 4010|A man in me out of my grave! 4010|O speak, and tell me your mind; 4010|My tears shall cease." 4010|He looked--and, in a spirit more than woman's, he spoke. 4010|"If the poor and wretched of God, 4010|Like me, 4010|Yet live, and have, and do not weep, 4010|How have I wrong'd them, and offended them? 4010|The poor have loved me--love me-- 4010|And when I die, 4010|They shall know no pity from me. 4010|When I am with my Saviour, 4010|They shall worship him as we do; 4010|And, if I go on earth, 4010|They shall say good night, good morrow, 4010|To their father the King." 4010|What words of power and truth were those! 4010|How could his wife's heart find words 4010|Compassion of so free a heart, 4010|Who bade her heart farewell, 4010|And went adown to hell? 4010|What words of truth, what words of might, 4010|Could check her husband's wily wiles? 4010|In the black night of hell, 4010|In a waste of woe, 4010|Were her eyes, alas! a blind man's guide. 4010|Her heart is broken now, 4010|And no pity her lord can find: 4010|What hope, what comfort, in the tomb, 4010|Had e'er kept the poor and widow's ghost? 4010|On her bed the bier is laid, 4010|Its long grass gleams around; 4010|The last light that shines, is that which marks the bed, 4010|When, with death in heart, 4010|She laid her lord, with tears in her own. 4010|It may be, in some grave, 4010|In some churchyard, 4010|Of the faithful and devout, 4010|A saint reared to rest, 4010|And a mother, half-forgotten, 4010|For whom, half-wedded, 4010|Her child lay dying, 4010|To whom her husband's arms were folded; 4010|Or if on moor and fell, 4010|When the storm of battle 4010|Rushed on the realm, 4010|And every brother died; 4010|How the father's heart 4010|Died with her child; 4010|Or how, as her husband's breast 4010|Still heaved the wife, 4010|And every sister still mourned; 4010|Or if the cold, cold breast, 4010|Where love first dwelt, 4010|Ever sank in death. 4010|When ======================================== SAMPLE 4310 ======================================== 12242|And that I have heard a man who said 12242|He did not know his home from home. 12242|I went to a friend without farewell. 12242|Why did I go? I went to seek 12242|Some relief from that sweet pain, 12242|The memory of a friend, 12242|The hope of a friend, the fear 12242|Of a friend, 12242|The joy and the sorrow of life. 12242|I went as one without a goal, 12242|A man in search of friend or foe, 12242|A seeker without goal, 12242|A friend without foe. 12242|So I passed the portals of life, 12242|And found a friend within, 12242|A friend in the pang, 12242|A foe in the pain. 12242|There is a song in my memory 12242|That was the dearest thing alive. 12242|It has a magic in it that is not 12242|To be expressed unless I sing. 12242|I am alive; and the day is done; 12242|And the sun, that was shivering late 12242|And the dew, that was on the lace, 12242|And the dew on the laces I wore, 12242|And the dew of the dew-drops on the leaves, 12242|And the dew of the dew beside the brook, 12242|And the dew of the dew that was lost in song 12242|When the stars came out to-night. 12242|I was alive; for the stars were out, 12242|And there were no more friends to sup, 12242|And I had not a friend to call; 12242|And the dew was on the leaves and flowers, 12242|And the dew on the leaves and brook, 12242|And the dew that was lost when the stars shone out. 12242|I was alive; and life was sweet 12242|With the odor of the morning croon; 12242|I was never a friend to call; 12242|I was never a foe to shun. 12242|I laughed at all men who were down, 12242|As I must be drowned in sorrow now. 12242|I laughed at the pomps of the rich, 12242|As a child that's sick with melancholies. 12242|I laughed at the tricks of the proud, 12242|And the pomps that I had not in me. 12242|I was alive; for friendship made me 12242|As false as the wind in a flower. 12242|For the dew was on the leaves and brook, 12242|And the dew on the leaves and flowers, 12242|And the dew on the leaves and laces I wore, 12242|And the dew of my dew-drop long ago 12242|When the stars shone out to-night. 12242|I was not a friend; nor yet a foe; 12242|Nor yet a petty spite; nor yet a friend. 12242|I have lived since then in the infinite 12242|With no friend in my affairs. 12242|I have not been an impediment 12242|Between man and his heaven or hell, 12242|No, I have not been, 12242|Being not wholly up to the full 12242|As some are, nor wholly down. 12242|I have not been a hindrance to men. 12242|In other men's constellations 12242|I gave them light or dark; and in the 12242|Myself, I let the shadows pass. 12242|And hence this being alive and free 12242|With this mystery of sorrow, 12242|The spirit of sorrow, not mute, 12242|But, with poetic nostril, breath'd 12242|Poets in every place. 12242|And in a little while, alas! 12242|A mother, if without devil, will 12242|A father than devil take in turn. 12242|This one was devil enough; 12242|This was in fact, a devil serious. 12242|But there was that about him, 12242|A devil in the shape of a shoe, 12242|Which made both him and her well up with wine. 12242|And every time the time drew nigh 12242|A sense of a sort of suffocation, 12242 ======================================== SAMPLE 4320 ======================================== 1383|For he who looks on the face of the gods, 1383|The gods that rule with a rod are in sight, 1383|To the eyes of the world is the world true gold! 1383|Then let the soul be satisfied, the soul 1383|Be fruitful, to be blest and made happy, 1383|As this world is said to be full and blest! 1383|A vision has passed through the vision, 1383|As a vision that passes and leaves 1383|But a touch and a smell of the grass, 1383|The grass of the country that is green. 1383|The grass of the country! Behold, 1383|It is a country of fair flowers, 1383|Lilies in leaf, a virginal sight; 1383|The lily is loveliest seen in a sun, 1383|A radiant virginal light, to hold 1383|One for a stranger and to be the bride. 1383|Hast thou seen the lily in the meadow, 1383|She is fair to gaze upon so long as rain 1383|And sunshine follow, a virginal flower! 1383|That's lovely, it is fair but yet not seen. 1383|Who sees a lily if she stand in the rain? 1383|The lily is not seen, the grass of the field, 1383|It glitters a glitter of light of its own; 1383|Where is she, she is but one ray of her breath. 1383|A fair sight is the grass in the country, 1383|The grass of the country of fair flowers; 1383|Not a cloud on the day in the year. 1383|The grass of the ground is in God's hand; 1383|The grass is a path to the country of light; 1383|For the country of light are the flowers and lily. 1383|'Tis nature's way, a path to the country of light, 1383|Where the lily and maidens are fair; 1383|Though beauty and grace are not seen beside, 1383|The flower of the grass is the fairest to-day. 1383|A little for a love-lorn husband, 1383|A little in an empty bed, 1383|And a little love and a glass of wine 1383|On the cheek of the bridegroom the bride. 1383|My love that is a woman, and I am a man! 1383|The grass of the field, the flower of the earth, 1383|If but the eyes of the bridegroom they lift, 1383|Beams in gilded lustre like the day 1383|His wife's face was as a beacon beacon. 1383|In her the beauty was of the air 1383|That burns, in her the strength and the glow 1383|Of a ship in the open ocean-currents 1383|For the love which is an hour-glass in a fit. 1383|The lips on the lips of the bride, 1383|The mouth on the lips of the bride, 1383|They are the music of heaven, and she sings 1383|To live is to rest, to sleep is to wake, 1383|To give God thanks for the hour for our birth. 1383|The light in the eyes of the bride, 1383|The light in the eyes of the bride, 1383|They are the light of the world as it is 1383|In the eyes of the bride, and the sight of death. 1383|'Tis like to see the light of the bride 1383|With the glare of a torch in her face! 1383|The wife of the bride and the bridegroom then, 1383|The lover, and I, are the colours that flit 1383|To a light in the eyes of the bride, 1383|A light in the eyes of the bride. 1383|'Tis good for her to go at her time, 1383|To give God thanks for the hour for her birth. 1383|She is fairer for her absence. 1383|I have loved her, not myself, 1383|Her lover; we were true, 1383|And that is why there are 1383|The tears when I must speak 1383|Of my Love and her farewell! 1383|When the star in the west is aflame 1383|It shines to guide us to the west, ======================================== SAMPLE 4330 ======================================== 1031|With the pale, soft eyes of the night and the moon; 1031|And when she shall have drawn her last great breath, 1031|She shall feel a little more than she thought. 1031|And then, ah! then the dark of that night 1031|Will be more than the dark of our years, 1031|And the sweet voice of her spirit will cry 1031|When our love is dead and our love gone." 1031|So she sits on this stone alone 1031|And is sad, for nevermore shall she be loved; 1031|And the pale light of love is shed 1031|Upon her soul as a sunset's breath on the sea. 1031|Oh, thou my love! my life within my life! 1031|If I see thee yet not in the dark, 1031|When the cold stars make a wan circle round the light, 1031|I shall not know, for thou wilt not be seen; 1031|But some cold star, or star that is alone, 1031|Or star that is in the far starless deep 1031|Shall know of me, and smile, and wane of heart 1031|Over the water, over the shining sand, 1031|And ask of the grace of those eyes that die 1031|With a love too sweet to speak, those dead eyes' pride; 1031|But I shall say no word to that grey child 1031|That has sat alone thus side by side, 1031|And is half dead with all my love in her eyes. 1031|My love! if I did fear to know thee now, 1031|If I did fear to breathe thee in thine ear, 1031|I might forget the bliss ye gave and take, 1031|And think of something else thou wert before, 1031|And be still to music, and forget the song 1031|That filled the world with its sweet last farewell. 1031|Yet I shall not forget, for, lo! to-night 1031|I feel thine arms about me as I sit, 1031|And thee caress me as thy spirit caress 1031|The living light ye lent to me in life, 1031|And saw it once as night and as the blue 1031|Never fade on life that never more shall fade. 1031|Alas, that days should change their light for night! 1031|That days should change their colour for colourless grey! 1031|Alas, that Heaven should suffer for this! 1031|We are not made for earth, we neither tread 1031|The sand drear that cramps the lifting heel 1031|Of floating leagues, nor breathe the bitter grass 1031|That makes the heart still sicklier than a steel. 1031|We are not fashioned to walk in the tread 1031|Of angel feet, and to cast out the stain 1031|Of earthly passion to lie upon the soul. 1031|We are not holy, for Love doth never come 1031|Thus hollowly, with a blind old hand 1031|Bearing away the fault of sin; 1031|We are not white, for cold has never washed 1031|The skin of man, nor washed our eyes; 1031|We are not all, for none of us can be 1031|The perfect whole, the true man's mind; 1031|We are not bright from the firmament of heaven, 1031|Which shows the face of bliss, nor even shades 1031|The face of bliss from the face of man. 1031|We are not all alive but some, and some 1031|Are blest but one, and one, the whole, the whole. 1031|We are not all that may be, though to-day 1031|The year of love hath seen no year. 1031|Therefore, if thou wouldst have it so, woe is lost! 1031|For all we love, and that we love, doth die 1031|Died long ere we but take it away. 1031|Because we see not the end of things, 1031|Because we cannot see our life in fail, 1031|Because there is no second birth, we shrink 1031|From weeping at the utter loss of all. 1031|We weep, because the poor heart, the dear, 1031|Weeps ever, and will drink no other cup 1031|Than this of tears. Our tears are but a drop ======================================== SAMPLE 4340 ======================================== 1719|And now I am the man of these! 1719|"But what will men say of me, 1719|When all the name I had was doom, 1719|When I was king with the best men in the land, 1719|And I was a man with nothing more? 1719|"How could my fame so far transcend the rest, 1719|When life is a story that you read, 1719|And glory an ending, and love the dream? 1719|"Or if this be the best I have, 1719|I know, though men look on me, 1719|That I have said the thing and lived the dream, 1719|And all men have enjoyed the night, 1719|And all have known what my heart shall do, 1719|At last the word was given and taken, 1719|And my old life is dead and gone." 1719|Then the man with the burning eyes 1719|Shook his head but could not speak, 1719|And said the word that he feared the most, 1719|"But what will men say of him, 1719|When all the name I had was doom, 1719|When I was king with the best men in the land, 1719|And I was a man with nothing more?" 1719|And he bowed his head and said no more, 1719|And the ghost of the man that must not die 1719|Swept about his head and said no more. 1719|And his eyes were dark, and the man must die, 1719|For all his heart was turned to Rome. 1719|But there was one that said no more, 1719|As by the ancient gate they passed, 1719|"Thou shalt not die in the age that is past nor come, 1719|Nor a man pass into life this night, 1719|But God alone shall take heed of him, 1719|And the old world goes back a little; 1719|And I will meet with thee in the end, 1719|And the old days that live but to die 1719|Fly over sea with many things, 1719|And the young men who are good shall see them depart: 1719|O, would that the men of my people were thine! 1719|"Ye know we are sons of the ancient land, 1719|And the women are old, and wear to age; 1719|We shall not pass till all shall be dead 1719|Because our hands are young. 1719|"Ah, woe is me, and they shall hear my cry, 1719|And the old men shall bear a young man's cry, 1719|As the cry of the heart in the age grows old 1719|Is for the wind to pass away. 1719|"But, though my body be dust and dust 1719|And the young men shall fail, the old men shall hear, 1719|As I said before, for our hands are free, 1719|And our ears hear what men say. 1719|"I remember that men shall stand and say, 1719|While the old men sit and weep in their rooms, 1719|When the day of our passing flies, 1719|"That we shall go down beneath the wings of storms, 1719|That we shall go down on the wings of night, 1719|To the home of the shadows in the lands of dream, 1719|To the home of the shadows in the lands of sleep. 1719|"We have passed beneath the wings of storms, 1719|We are passing on the wings of night, 1719|In the hours that are no more, in the hours to be. 1719|And the night is full of shadows, and dark as death, 1719|And the day is full of shadows, and dark as birth, 1719|And they shall cover the lands of the night and the day. 1719|"But one little hour, in the dead of the night, 1719|In the hour when we die not, in the hour of the dawn, 1719|Was more than the world, was more than death or birth, 1719|Since we went under the wings of storms. 1719|"O, what shall be said of an English youth 1719|And a Roman girl and the doom we shall bring, 1719|For we shall pass on the wings of storms!" 1719|The old man said no word, but he heard 1719|The ======================================== SAMPLE 4350 ======================================== 24216|Ofttimes the fainting floweret, and 24216|The dying flower, 24216|With the wild flowers, on the heath, 24216|Are on my heart, and now and there 24216|They waken no remembrance; 24216|Nor any sound of mortal birth, 24216|In the lone world of my spirit lie, 24216|And nothing from them falls to earth: 24216|I am alone in the dark alone, 24216|I dare not see the sun or stars, 24216|Or the soft-tinted waves of ocean; 24216|I would not fear to encounter fate, 24216|Or to feel faint and faint at peril 24216|Of a falling stone, 24216|But, through the dusk of life's still beginning, 24216|I would not fear to lose myself wholly 24216|In the dark and lonely night of being! 24216|When in sleep I close my weary eyes, 24216|And the earth's stillness shuts out the world, 24216|I hear a rattle of hoofs on the slope, 24216|From the city road where I can see not; 24216|The sound of hoofs on the slope, 24216|That sounds till it fills my heart with pain, 24216|And then, in a moment, silent falls, 24216|And I lie as though I had never dwelt 24216|In the open land of the careless heath. 24216|At one cross-road and one more I stand, 24216|And see the great city of the South, 24216|Whose streets run down to the sea, and thence 24216|To windward as one continuous line; 24216|And in the city is my own fair town, 24216|Whose name is written on the housetops; 24216|There is the sea-beach where I often set 24216|My feet, when, with the night upon me, 24216|I wonder if I hear a step on the sand 24216|From the dim landward. 24216|Ofttimes I sit with my long-legged child, 24216|And listen to the sound that falls on low, 24216|And deeper voices, one by one, 24216|Lulling through the silent silence, 24216|The sound of hoofs of beasts, 24216|Or crashing of streams; or deep and thin, 24216|As when at twilight, the low, high notes 24216|Of a far-off fishing-fleet, 24216|From the rocky shore, 24216|Break on the ear. The city's sound is not 24216|To those that sit in their long-legged beds, 24216|But seems in their hearts to be the very sea. 24216|Where the light winds of evening waken 24216|The rustling leaves, where'er they blow, 24216|And the white sun climbs the azure sky, 24216|'Tis there that I sit, and listen to 24216|Their music, falling in a rippling flow, 24216|From an unseen face, which I never see, 24216|Ofttimes in the drowsy twilight gray, 24216|And the dark voice is still, 24216|Saying,--"What is life, young man, and where 24216|Are you going?" 24216|Where I sit in the shade and often 24216|Of the golden-green pine-leaf trees; 24216|Where with my child I sing 24216|And gaze by the shadowy precipice, 24216|And watch the sun at noon 24216|Curl and glow at the top of the hill, 24216|And watch through the gray of day, 24216|The wild torrents, and the wild deer's trample, 24216|Till they seem a thousand miles away, 24216|And I hear at their rippling sound, 24216|The voice, that seems 24216|In the light and shadow, 24216|Like the voices of men 24216|Through the evening gloom!-- 24216|Where the sea, like a dream, 24216|Haunts me night and day, 24216|Where the ferryman, who goes 24216|Beneath the palm tree, haunts me at night 24216|And haunts me in the daylight; 24216|Where a girl at my side, 24216|Once, laughed at my name, ======================================== SAMPLE 4360 ======================================== 1304|In vain the gentle hand of nature we did gain. 1304|Still in the world we roam, in vain our steps abide, 1304|Still we can see the clear blue eyes of spring, 1304|But they smile away the winter's icy dreariness 1304|With the glow of a hundred happy smiles. 1304|Still we can see the sun on high in his course, 1304|Still the morning is fair, and the shades obey,-- 1304|But what do we care?--the spring is so fair! 1304|O what are the cares of the world to us, 1304|The toils of the day, and the thorns of the grass! 1304|But she laughs in her joy, and weeps in our place, 1304|And she saith our cares are not so bad as she thinks. 1304|We do not want the woes of the day to us, 1304|While her smiles and her tears are so sweet to us; 1304|We do not want to live in a world of distress, 1304|And to suffer her tears are as sweet to us. 1304|We will sit in the sun, and we'll sleep in the shade, 1304|And we will have a good time where'er we may go: 1304|We have danced and we have danc'd in the happy past, 1304|And till we are changed we will sing a joy like this. 1304|WHEN I was a Negro, an Only Girl, I did not know 1304|That Love is a thing that never changes, 1304|That never brings the black despair 1304|On which our race was built. 1304|I never dreamed that Love would oft, 1304|While Seasons pass, would fail for me. 1304|I never dreamed that Love would oft, 1304|While Seasons pass, would fail for me. 1304|It's a long way from home to Love, 1304|The way is drear and dreary, 1304|No joy is to be had at all 1304|In that lonely place. 1304|What if, in spite of all, Love should 1304|Again bring me to itself, 1304|And bring me back once more to thee, 1304|My dear, my first delight? 1304|It cannot be! I dare not try-- 1304|I cannot try, I must, 1304|With ever to myself, a moment seem to bring 1304|Thee -- my Dear -- to view. 1304|THERE are many a waiting man that waits 1304|All night for luck to start; 1304|For him the lily's silver stem 1304|Is very bitter indeed; 1304|The rime of twenty's gold are rarer still 1304|Than shining diamonds were. 1304|So luckless are all luckier men than I, 1304|So many a luckless fortune fled 1304|From out their hands and hearts, at last, 1304|Struck by a careless jester, they may sleep 1304|Deep down at home, but never well. 1304|And here, while luckless are my tricks, that still 1304|Upon the stage may fall, 1304|Oft I am sure that luckless too am I 1304|If all my luck is lucky to save. 1304|And here, while friends are very much enow 1304|To lend me friends to lend, 1304|A sudden friend I have, and there are so 1304|Many friends at play 1304|For me their gambols, wiles, and games that may 1304|(So luckless are all luckiest men than I) 1304|Come now, while I have still a rope to play, 1304|And all my friends they will be, to save, 1304|And one may trust me and be right, and so 1304|I shall be luckless, and so I shall not fall, 1304|But so I play and so a lucky life may win. 1304|O FAIR! What shall I call thee? 1304|My sweet SMILEDELICAMPOE. 1304|NIGHT, sweet Night, when man comes near 1304|His house, what other door? 1304|What other door but his heart's goal? 1304|O, a long time ago 1304|The Gods bade Night hold her. 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 4370 ======================================== 26199|"My friend, you have been very long on me; 26199|You know that when I saw my life was run 26199|And all my hopes were gone, I could scarce think 26199|My friends could have been so fair to choose. 26199|"The thought is shocking, and the tears its blame; 26199|And yet I'll be with you. As I've said, 26199|For that you may not blame me if I stay." 26199|"But what of the King?" the youth asks sharply. 26199|"The King," I answered--"now forgive me--" 26199|(His smile was a triumph) "for as to you; 26199|And yet--now I believe--the King could care 26199|Less if his subjects were all at war." 26199|"In the morning--or the morning after--" 26199|"Nay, the King had scarcely slept enough-- 26199|And thus, for his own safety, the Prince 26199|Did not undertake to sleep. You know, 26199|He was not in love with the Queen--a fact 26199|I had already suspected; he said 26199|He saw her in her garden--and that nought 26199|Could then be mistaken; and as for me-- 26199|I must be up to this mystery, or else 26199|I shall not rest--it is impossible-- 26199|And there was something much in this, I own, 26199|For my troubled heart believed me so far 26199|Exceedingly wise. And when the morning came-- 26199|I think 'twas the morning--a dozen men 26199|In armour rode about, and from his bowers. 26199|"Ah, then the King was lying awake," 26199|Said the King, "sitting in his pillow, pondering 26199|On that old story he was told of the Queen: 26199|That the King's own soldiers in the East were seen 26199|Lolling their tongues in ambush--leaving the King. 26199|"Lulled and overfilled, he saw them--saw 26199|The Turkish men, and the Persian horse-- 26199|And his own horse, with a white face on, 26199|And red hot breath from the Caucasus-- 26199|His own horse, with a red throat in rout-- 26199|A red horse. What could that have meant?--how 26199|Could he hope to escape--to run away?" 26199|"There is a way; and you shall discover it: 26199|We shall not conceal it from you; but-- 26199|If you do not believe me, you may believe 26199|That the most daring man by many a name 26199|Is bound to feel it first. I, for one, 26199|Can not repeat it." He told the tale 26199|And in all its truth, and his good fortune, 26199|Gave him such a good conclusion, the King 26199|Re-joined his people in the morning." 26199|"But why should you?" 26199|"The thing I mean is, we must know ere 26199|We can do anything with Mr. Gorham." 26199|"You may hold your tongue," the old Fool returned-- 26199|"I hold a thing was born from our poor father's blood." 26199|"Now if you will listen to Gorham," said Gorham-- 26199|"It is plain that as to that, we do not care, 26199|And should be kept to what you please. 26199|"We are the only royal people here, 26199|As is your due reward; but you can go 26199|If you're in any danger, and I will pray 26199|You at your ease. And let me see--it is true-- 26199|You made a great pother--or rather, a gaff-- 26199|But you have failed in one point--that point it is. 26199|"I suppose you meant to say you have failed 26199|In that 'Taffie's blind, Taffie's deaf,'--but hold-- 26199|It's like so many things!--the point is--you? 26199|There's a point, indeed, where to give aid 26199|Is as good as giving no advice. 26199|"It is a pity that the wise should hold it, 26199|But let ======================================== SAMPLE 4380 ======================================== 20|His head the sun had raid on high, 2620|But in its stead a burning pyre; 2620|His eyes no Sun had ware what day, 2620|Nor any other what the sign 2620|That read, "Here my dead Lamps are light;" 2620|No, this was all their only sight. 2620|Th' intent of God was in that sign, 2620|But man misinterpreted it; 2620|For since the dead Lamps were cold 2620|He sought to warm them with his light. 2620|But in the fire was seen to shine 2620|Second Spirit of the Sign that burned, 2620|More glorious far than either star 2620|Or moon that ever overhead. 2620|And who was this that through the flames 2620|Beamed so clearly, though but in the flames? 2620|The Lamb of God who taketh sins, 2620|It was, alas! this Man whom they damned. 2620|But see, the fiery Sign that led 2620|The host of spirits glorious to rise 2620|Hath blanched his riven hairs and stood 2620|Twice seven cubits in the tempest dead; 2620|And from his grave they drag him now, 2620|This emblem of redemption clean. 2620|That from the dead thou art, see, we see; 2620|Thou canst not die, since they have bled. 2620|The Sign is dead, which man misinterpreted: 2620|The light which thy obedience gave, 2620|That they might live, is lamed and dead: 2620|The fire is fled, they die; their sins 2620|Forgive here, and take thee up to God. 2620|O glorious God! whose glorious work we view, 2620|Our eyes behold a living Mercy in Thee: 2620|O Thou most holy, goodness-loving Child! 2620|Made known to us this holy Truth, 2620|Nor Heaven is Heaven without Thee, therefore love us: 2620|To love Thee with these tears of gratitude, 2620|And for these sacred tears of sons and daughters 2620|The holy fires of Heaven, ineffable fires, 2620|With reverence, lest we grow cold beneath Thy hand. 2620|Thee, Father, to adore, 2620|Not that thine angel-soul is fair, 2620|But that her words and strength may be 2620|Less feeble with the age of man. 2620|By those pure lips that could not be quite still 2620|When pierced by mortal anguish's pangs; 2620|By the strong hands and hands sweet, which could not hold 2620|The broken heart within their own; 2620|By the sad head and brow, which could not yield 2620|Too much, too soon, to Heaven's decree; 2620|By all that made each face, for Love's dear sake, 2620|Sweet with the blood of human care; 2620|For the poor sinner whom God had suffered wrong, 2620|Made known to them this holy Truth. 2620|With trembling lips, for they to hear 2620|Must still remain, though mute, to show 2620|How precious still and simple seem 2620|His words, and how dear their saving grace. 2620|"Thy grace," they cried, "is food indeed 2620|For hearts where mercy for our need 2620|Stood not afraid; nor needs there be 2620|A soul unworthy to inherit 2620|The blessings of the Shepherd's God." 2620|Then from the burning sacrifice, 2620|And from the altars whence they came, 2620|They rose; but scarce would grace to move 2620|Those hearts which felt so much the more 2620|For Grace's more near arrival near; 2620|And Hope would fain have laid her bestynes 2620|Upon the child, and let her rest 2620|In silence with her happy ones, 2620|But that the Father's Son to her went forth, 2620|And Love, as in a thunder-cloud, 2620|Came forth to shew her all his might. 2620|Her heart with tender loving awe 2620|Did he; whose love no words should speak, 2620|Nor any artful word suggest, 2620|Whose name no words could make eloquent: 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 4390 ======================================== 30672|The joyous Spring came in, while all 30672|Her flowers were new blown, unharmed 30672|From winter's frost-bound hours, 30672|And joy within her bosom glowed 30672|As sunshine in the sky, 30672|And all about her sunny fields 30672|The fragrance of sweet May 30672|Rang soft with harmony unrepressed, 30672|Ringing through the greenwood grove. 30672|From many a dainty garden walk 30672|The lutes and gillyflowers were gay, 30672|And the sweet-smelling violet 30672|In rich fragrance lay beside 30672|And blushing o'er its sweet dew 30672|Laughed in the clear autumn shower 30672|On the light yellow daisy hung. 30672|Fair as the flowers that round her slept 30672|The gentle azure of the skies 30672|Hung o'er the meadows as they shed 30672|Their golden showers, where blooms like hers 30672|Might scarce with caution fall asleep. 30672|The grassy banks of many a stream 30672|Ran laughing with their ripples white, 30672|As though in their green nooks they felt 30672|The breath of summer, and they brought 30672|The memory back of joys that were. 30672|The trees and bushes round them stood 30672|So gay, and their first sunbeam broke 30672|Through the clear glades, and showed each bud 30672|As bright as though it only slept. 30672|There shone a blue among the leaves, 30672|As deep as if the blue were her, 30672|The blue-green foliage far that gleamed-- 30672|So beautiful that maiden's cheek! 30672|And ever it beamed upon 30672|Her as she leaned on him, that smile 30672|That first lightened all the darkness 30672|And lifted up the heart in her. 30672|There seemed a glory round their feet, 30672|A glory round their path and way, 30672|With all their love and tenderness 30672|Of love and loving, soft and sweet. 30672|The air was wild with birds on wing, 30672|The birds would only sing to stay 30672|Her spirit as she gazed and thought 30672|Of them in bliss upon the green. 30672|The leaves and flowers seemed all to sing 30672|A song as if her heart were home, 30672|And the sweet airs to lull her heart 30672|In a sweet sleep on every spray. 30672|The world seemed all about her now, 30672|And all its joyance in her breast, 30672|For then the flowers and birds she knew 30672|Had beauty like the maiden's own. 30672|There was a music and delight 30672|In the wild lisp of each lovely thing, 30672|For now her eye as oft was stirred 30672|By the soft laugh of a fairy sprite, 30672|Or the playful laugh of a fairy bough, 30672|Or the light glad smile of a fairy maid. 30672|It was a music round her heard, 30672|And all the wild earth seemed aghast 30672|With joy of what the future held 30672|When youth and love again were fair; 30672|And all her dreams were as a wave 30672|That is driven o'er the deepest sea. 30672|She saw the fair world of heaven 30672|As if 'twere floating 'neath her feet, 30672|Until it burst in fragments wide, 30672|And with two broken hearts was torn 30672|By cruel water-drops at sea. 30672|She felt the cold hand of time 30672|Upon her forehead as she flew, 30672|Until at last her feet and hands 30672|Were blotted from the page of Time 30672|And she stood only a faint form, 30672|A leaf, as we behold it now, 30672|On the dead leaves which mankind scatter now, 30672|Before they cease to scatter and be. 30672|Again her heart to heaven turned, 30672|As she felt the quick love, the keen 30672|Sorrow, that pained not nor ached; 30672|And she heard within her heart 30672|The beating of the eternal heart, 30672|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 4400 ======================================== 1471|A new heart, that is not her own in the least? 1471|'Tis she whose voice is the sea's wild music, 1471|From which, in a mist, her great billows leap; 1471|And this new soul, whose song is a sea song, 1471|With her great love of the sea, her own love 1471|That drowns her in music, 1471|Whose eyes are a flood of rapture that is in heaven, 1471|Whose eyes are a sea, whose eyes are a flood of tears, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud, 1471|Whose love is a sea-cloud. 1471|And so I go to bring you, and so I go. 1471|And so the world goes with me, and so it should. 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere! 1471|O great and serene myriads (if Fate decree 1471|A more or less of misery proceed) 1471|Ages, lands, and peoples, 1471|Till, in one day, all life's forces be spent, 1471|When, through and through, 1471|The awful whole 1471|Of nature and of fate 1471|Come home together, with an end to all of them? 1471|When the whole of man's life 1471|Shall seem 1471|As one great tragedy 1471|Which has a final drama only for you, 1471|Each with his name, 1471|And you, your name? 1471|You are the last thing on the earth; 1471|The last thing, though the same; and we 1471|And we are but a little while away. 1471|O, what's the meaning of this land, when all around 1471|Is but one sea of death, and nothing else? 1471|And yet the heart of every man seems full 1471|Of joy to think the same thing over--death. 1471|What are they talking about? 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere!-- 1471|O great and solemn myriads that sing 1471|Across this great world's gulf of the soul, the truth-- 1471|What are they saying? 1471|(O great and solemn stars, so high and sere! 1471|O great and solemn myriads that sing!--) 1471|The great world's mad, and the world's mad with sin, 1471|And the world's mad with sin; 1471|And the great world's mad to be free, 1471|And the world's mad to be damned-- 1471|The world's mad to be free? 1471|I know not the meaning of this land. 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere, 1471|We have seen the sea, and the wild sea-tides, 1471|And the storm-tossed headlands, and the cliffs 1471|Of landward-rolling hills, 1471|And heard the far-off, low-voiced waters crying, 1471|And the white sea-billows ringing. 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and sere!-- 1471|O great and solemn myriads that sing-- 1471|O great and solemn stars, so high and serene, 1471|The world's mad to be free, and mad to be damned-- 1471|The world's mad to be free? 1471|The great world's mad, and mad's the world to come, 1471|And mad of its mad, and mad of the mad, 1471|As mad did the mad. 1471|'Tis not the land you would have me know: 1471|The land, great stars, is not here! 1471|'Tis not this land, great stars, that's here at all: 1471|'Tis not this land, great stars, 1471|That's far away, or far away, 1471|With all its wonders and all its things; 1471|But the land I mean--a desert land, 1471|Far, far away--a land of waste and waste, 1471|With no grass, no roots to feed the grass, 1471|And no water to ======================================== SAMPLE 4410 ======================================== 1280|The man is so very old, 1280|That I'm certain he's gone somewhere 1280|To get out of the city life. 1280|The day after Thanksgiving, when I returned, 1280|To my old job and duties, 1280|My old employers 1280|Gave me a list of things that had been 1280|Ordered by me, which I had to obey. 1280|They said, 1280|"He's too old now to do as much," 1280|But they knew they were wrong. 1280|If I have the privilege 1280|Of taking orders for a hundred men, 1280|I'd fire them all, 1280|But I can't. 1280|There's something rotten 1280|In this big factory, 1280|And I must say right off 1280|That I will not stand idly by. 1280|I was ordered to the line and to the trench, 1280|And now I know the reason. 1280|So I'd like, from my young blood, 1280|To learn the secret of a century 1280|To which I've been ordered. 1280|THE SUNSHINE--The World 1280|LAST Thanksgiving night I went to bed 1280|And dreamed I was a little baby, 1280|With the pillow by me, and the light 1280|On my head, 1280|Reading the beautiful pages of the New Edition 1280|Of the New Testament where Christ's words are set, 1280|With the illustrations by Professor Hough. 1280|Not to know and not to care, 1280|And I dreamed that the great stars came out 1280|And whispered that they must watch and pray 1280|And I lay awake in the night and they 1280|Saw my little feet 1280|Running so softly and fast 1280|Round my bed. 1280|I was always like a little bird 1280|That sings in the nest, 1280|All its feathers turning to fire, 1280|As it sings of God's love. 1280|I was all the time like the moon in the sky 1280|And said: "I am the moon. 1280|No one can ever take me from my place, 1280|For I am the moon." 1280|And it whispered: "The way I say it 1280|Shines bright 1280|Where I am. 1280|So pray now, and I will fly up to heaven, 1280|And give you gifts of love and praise. 1280|A gold dish, with roses, of milk and honey, 1280|A red dish with violets, 1280|Two cups of the wine and the cream." 1280|WHEN I am not alive, 1280|I live by my books. 1280|The best for me 1280|Is not much, I tell them, 1280|For my life is too short. 1280|And it never is too late 1280|For the books I read. 1280|I HAVE a story to tell you 1280|That you shall hear it for yourself. 1280|There was a time 1280|When a woman 1280|Who dreamed to be an artist, 1280|At the age of ten, 1280|In a place out beyond a churchyard 1280|Ran away in the moonlight at her 1280|Mama's front door 1280|Because she was frightened of frogs 1280|And wished to play as they do. 1280|There were no frogs 1280|When she came back with the frogs. 1280|And now, 1280|With her little feet under her fidget spoons, 1280|With her eyes in darkness, 1280|And her arms in useless knots, 1280|I know, 1280|One summer night at supper 1280|She was dreaming how she and her brother 1280|Saw frogs all day 1280|And heard frogs grow, in the spring of the year, 1280|Round the fences of houses. 1280|Then her sister she said: 1280|"Oh where are you now? 1280|I am only twelve-- 1280|One summer night in a cabin 1280|She was laughing at frogs. 1280|"You were so happy!" 1280|She had no fear, 1280|And she found ======================================== SAMPLE 4420 ======================================== 1008|that thou mayst know of me. The truth is this; 1008|that in the world my master loveth me, and bideth me, 1008|as he seeth, that so he me serve. I was not born 1008|here, nor yet at home, but came from far; and mine 1008|master loveth to me as of right, and bideth me, as 1008|he is bound thereto, to aid him in his office. Vesper 1008|he is made, and with it I come; then with it go I 1008|upon my way." Thus spake Zarith, of whom I have heard. 1008|Then the two fellows unlocking their glorious armour, 1008|followed with such bound, that I had never seen them 1008|so eager to draw near the lofty towers. Forthwith 1008|spake the leader: "Gaze not too much on this head, 1008|obeying the clear reasoning of my words, or thou wilt 1008|perversely have that demon whom the fiend of overboldness 1008|incited to do the deed of, now is living in this world, 1008|though yet never wholly dead." So spake he; and fear 1008|constituted me, at hearing that guide so mute. 1008|Ill manners I maintained, inwardly disgustful, 1008|Against that living light, which had so piously 1008|promised me, ever to insist on its possessing me. 1008|Shame would have been the reward of this evil will, 1008|for this were itself more terrible than here. 1008|To the sixth circle then of the spiritual powers, 1008|its leader thus: "Lo! behold the eye, that saw 1008|Serna and Claria, fixed on gold, now whirls swiftly 1008|the direction it springeth from. These not without 1008|mercy my glad sight will I raise, where I was borne 1008|by the talons of Parnassus." Such gleaming 1008|was the vision of my sight that it beheld a spirit 1008|leaping forth from the sixth circle. The face 1008|hovered a moment, then vanished; and its image 1008|appeared that pattern of contemplation, wherein 1008|pray I might place my bones, in order to raise them. 1008|The Leader with his eye and head awry asked: 1008|"Say from whence the glistering gold that in these ribs 1008|lay, and draws them to themselves, whence proceed 1008|their various virtue?" He replied: "Lo how 1008|a son of Samaria his blue scarf unlooseth! He 1008|who was wont to wear it, ran not in new raiment, but 1008|albuquerie." Thus he spake: but I, with uplifted 1008|hands, replied: "If thou be already clothed 1008|(So must it be), that thou admit thy spirit in 1008|the throned; where it is not required to wash, or to 1008|rest, or to defile: behold the stone that cleaves it, 1008|Thou mayst behold if that be fitting, or else 1008|the Leader. In the earth there is no need to go 1008|and prayer to, for every spirit doth there freely 1008|wander as pleth him, whether he there desire 1008|to see, or whether he doth wish to know." 1008|Now be thou pleased that, if my words be of some avail, 1008|To fix my clearest mind, my fancy first shall lead me 1008|up; and, so bent on her triumph, my thinking onward 1008|thither shall her upward movement ply. Beneath, 1008|the barrier, now magnifi'd, now lamenting, passeth 1008|thousandfold, and now rejoicing, takes its endless course. 1008|If of the thousand sounds I hear or see, more 1008|real or less, according to thy choice, that should I confound, 1008|not thou, because thy vision reinspires thyme, and 1008|permitts thee to it; so much is here and hence 1008|doth the sense of thy desires impel thee. But, if I 1008 ======================================== SAMPLE 4430 ======================================== 1279|And by their own poor powl'd talents, 1279|They had no share in Heaven's ministry. 1279|Thou'st seen the wildest scenes before, 1279|O'er the wild wave or the rolling tempest, 1279|Yet ne'er could'st thou be a part o' this! 1279|And are my views untouch'd by fraud, 1279|Or by deceit's sly surreptitude? 1279|Or is't not true though I am bound, 1279|By dark influences to the right? 1279|Still, still I'm the slave o' hell, 1279|And my good man is a dunce. 1279|As ye come from your roaming, 1279|And see I am weary, 1279|O then, ye soldier men, gie me, 1279|Let us join the lubber rout! 1279|But when that there be none, 1279|In every street and mart, 1279|Let each good burgher, on his own estate, 1279|In quiet and discreet gaiety, 1279|Sit hinging his shutters, 1279|And let the stream o'er the plain, 1279|Flow briskly for ever, 1279|Down by the cot-house door, 1279|To the sea without delay; 1279|And when they've sung and swear'd 1279|That they can't forget, but will remember. 1279|In vain they curse at fortune's frown; 1279|That only laughs with sorrow; 1279|Till, blown a bubble in that gilded cradle, 1279|We're swallowed by the grave. 1279|With a heart at war wi' the grave, 1279|And a hand on the cord, 1279|We 'll press our neighbour's tom-cat 1279|To live while he can't be dry. 1279|When, 't is drest in silks and velvets, 1279|O! how sweet remembrance! 1279|When, fond o' her russet crape, 1279|The bonnie lass awakes to hear us sing, 1279|As we wander the green woods o' Dee! 1279|But, now, we 're sober, and, wi' the grave, 1279|'Tis folly to rove, 1279|Let me sleep the sleep o' saints, 1279|But at times an ev'ner please me. 1279|Tune--"_Wee Willie Winkie gie me my gowd._" 1279|A wee thing raist my han', 1279|A wee thing built me a nest, 1279|A wee thing lov'd me sae dear; 1279|I am gane, I am gane a deer, sir, 1279|In a fauld-lane on a dapple day, sir. 1279|I am baith blythe and bonnie, 1279|The fairest o' them a' in the land, 1279|I am blithesome and braw, 1279|The bonniest of maids ever born, sir, 1279|In a fauld-lane on a dapple day, sir. 1279|I am baith young and a Byrd, 1279|The liest of them a' in the land; 1279|I am baith braw and blear, 1279|The fairest o' them a' in the land, sir, 1279|To dacre to see auld Nick blaw, sir. 1279|And aye wad blush sae sair, 1279|And aye wad gie auld Nick the reel, 1279|The pride of his fold, sir, 1279|If he were nae where he ought, sir. 1279|Sic crowleys! I'm come to the mill again; 1279|Awa, awa, thou braw new-come wrack; 1279|And I'll be a daddie to thee yet, 1279|And I maun trust the devil a thraw. 1279|I 've been a daddie ever since I was born, 1279|To keep a' my bonnie pops in row; 1279|And when I am a daddie a' thrawn, O, 1279|I 'll be a thraw baith lang and sair, sir ======================================== SAMPLE 4440 ======================================== 2294|Says she, "Let's go home to England!" 2294|"Ay, ay, the way is long," says I, 2294|"But, ere we go, we'll make a stand; 2294|We never will return, I know, 2294|Unless we fight the Boers for life!" 2294|They came into the room, in the dark-and-wide coal-shadows of 2294|their eyes in the darkest of the night; 2294|It was a great fight 2294|For England and for the freedom of the seas. 2294|There was never a light of hope, but was burning like a ball-room 2294|And the men shouted for glory, the women wailed for a man, 2294|For fame, for power, 2294|And all the land ran taut with the will of the brave and free. 2294|And then the great ship sailed to the North-East 2294|Of its huge course across the mighty deep. 2294|For the people of London sent up to the ships 2294|their cries and their prayers, 2294|And they cried, "We have sent up in our ships 2294|to the people of London!" 2294|And now they are gone, for the clouds have shrouded them. 2294|They never will return. 2294|And they never will return, O England, till you have suffered 2294|as the people of London do. 2294|Here's a cup for your bravery, 2294|And here's a hand for your kindness. 2294|And here's an undecaying band to your aid, 2294|So, ladies and gentlemen, may the hour not come 2294|Too soon! 2294|Briefest of the brief. 2294|It may be we shall stand fast by the shore, 2294|With hearts of fire, and hands upraised for a right, 2294|And freedom and law for our land. 2294|We have dreamed about the sea; 2294|It has been a world of change, 2294|A world of storm and strife, 2294|All bright with our dream of the sea. 2294|We have dreamed about the sea, 2294|And our dreaming is done; 2294|Our dream has gone up in the night. 2294|We have never been afraid. 2294|Our hopes have settled with the sea, 2294|And we are contented now. 2294|There are no dreams for us there, 2294|No fancies to fret us there, 2294|And where the shore-lights gleam, 2294|Is the spot we have always in mind. 2313|We were sick of a dull, old-fashioned God-- 2313|A God who looked at our sins in vain, 2313|And lived by a blind old-fashioned plan 2313|That didn't do Him any honour, 2313|And only made our sins seem blacker, 2313|And damned our souls in an awful way-- 2313|The old God--not the new God, you understand. 2313|The way 2313|Of it all seemed like the way. 2313|No matter how our hearts might grieve and pray 2313|As we lay in the twilight and listened the long quiet sound 2313|Of the wind in the trees and the voices of the bees, 2313|We wondered if there was God at all in the air, 2313|Or only our blind old-fashioned God stood by, 2313|With an awful face in the world and an awful purpose. 2313|We sat on a slope of the hill 2313|Over the sea, on the hill 2313|Where the great trees stood, thick a-rise, 2313|And the redwoods were black and long; 2313|The leaves fluttered to and fro 2313|In the dusk. And a woman stood 2313|With a cup of milk between her teeth, 2313|And a face all mournful and wise. 2313|"Why, what's the good of sitting here 2313|This long long while by the way? 2313|Come, let's go down under the tree. 2313|This way is God's way--or none. 2313|You will find the old God if you go 2313|In an hour, or else none. What have we 2313|To do with the new God of Heaven! 23 ======================================== SAMPLE 4450 ======================================== 36803|A light comes out of the sky, 36803|And like a rainbow it gleams 36803|At the great dome of night. 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|The flowers are sleeping, sleeping 36803|In the dewy moonlight. 36803|The leaves whisper, whispering, 36803|In the branches of the trees 36803|For joy of the long sleep; 36803|And, as they whisper, dreaming 36803|Of the glad days to be, 36803|While the rose's fragrance dances 36803|O'er the earth from the skies. 36803|And lo! in the garden of the world 36803|I see a butterfly-- 36803|A lovely, blooming butterfly-- 36803|With golden wings spread out. 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|I watch him--a butterfly-- 36803|With heart of an oak tree 36803|In every leaf and bud: 36803|And, oh! as the golden sun 36803|Hangs over him in the moon, 36803|My soul is glad when he smiles 36803|When the flower of his dream-- 36803|His dream was made for me! 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|A bird is singing softly, gently; 36803|And on the branches overhead 36803|There lie the flowers of June. 36803|I look and I gaze, and I dream that he 36803|Will be the rose of my life; 36803|Then softly he sinks beneath the leaves, 36803|And sleep has made my life complete. 36803|And when I wake in the mornings bright, 36803|I must look up to my watch again; 36803|For it tells of the breaking summer sun, 36803|Of the morning stars, and the sweet rain: 36803|And when I wake, I must look up again 36803|To see the stars twinkle in the skies: 36803|For they shine on my life's first dawning, 36803|My little morning of five years ago. 36803|In the garden of the world 36803|There floats a rose and the sun have kissed 36803|And the breeze is in the boughs beside, 36803|And soft it rustles the flower and blows 36803|Its fragrance on the green grass down; 36803|And soft it sings and sweet it lies 36803|In the light and fragrance of its hours, 36803|For the breeze is kissing its lips there, 36803|And it loves the sun, and sighs and smiles. 36803|And oh! how my heart is glad to be 36803|Waked by the breeze and risen by the sun, 36803|That the light be kisses on my hands there, 36803|And the sun-flower sweet with its fragrance. 36803|I've seen the night-time, 36803|And watched the shadows. 36803|The wind blown in from ferns. 36803|I've watched all night 36803|Through the moon with its rambling, rumbling 36803|And moaning, 36803|That never ends, 36803|To the heart of the heart of a child 36803|That lies asleep, 36803|With the darkness filling her over. 36803|I've watched too long to dream that she could know 36803|A single, single sorrow's throbbing pain, 36803|As you, poor child! 36803|I've watched a thousand years 36803|In a land of light; 36803|But now a blind one grows blind again, 36803|And my soul that looked for joy and rest 36803|Must now look for something ill instead, 36803|And so I know; 36803|For I'm sorry, and it's hard to know 36803|How long a child can live in hell, 36803|And what hell will be. 36803|The moon looks down in the sky 36803|And I often think it is the same 36803|And her eyes look down-- 36803|If all eyes look that way, 36803|It is better, it seems to me, 36803|The sun above the hill. 36803|And I think my heart should never know 36803|The sight of her face, where all they go 36803|Is to the door of her dream. 36803|_All the song of the moon and the stars! ======================================== SAMPLE 4460 ======================================== 29700|But I am glad to see thee and to greet thee, sister, 29700|Because thou stand'st before me with thy gentle brow, 29700|And look'st so calmly on me! 29700|"O sister! thy thoughts on me are not of a moment 29700|But only always of the day, and of the past, 29700|And of its day-tide memories; and, my sister, 29700|The day-tide memories have passed over, 29700|And the sorrow, that with them, passing over, 29700|Had been a life-long burden; and the pain, that, 29700|With its long weariness, with its long sorrow 29700|Has been cast in the grave. 29700|"Thou knowest that, ere my father told thee 29700|That life in the life-barges lay in the midst of them, 29700|Thou hadst been a life-long exile, and I had 29700|Been a life-long prisoner on the sea; 29700|And the sea-stream, that made a light 29700|As it was shadow on the sea, when it passed over, 29700|Had been a mist, and shadows were the things that 29700|Gathered and were gathered under the mist. 29700|"For, I saw thee stand by the sick man's bed, 29700|And, with him, the poor woman, who neither knew 29700|What love was love, and yet what was love worth, 29700|Nor yet what life was life's worth. 29700|"A song of the sea! a song of the waves! 29700|And I was tired of life in my father's house, 29700|And life in the life-barges, where I saw thy face, 29700|And thy sweet eyes, that on me shone. 29700|"The song of the sea! O sister! thou dost bring 29700|All that is worth of the sea-stream to the heart, 29700|For, sister, thou wast a woman, fair and fair, 29700|And beautiful in thy country's eyes. 29700|"I had been content with what was given me; 29700|I had been content to leave life's morning-star 29700|And follow the winds, if that were best, and sleep 29700|Where I ought to be breathing. 29700|"I had been content to dwell 29700|Beneath the shadow of my father's wheel 29700|A slave, and to eat and to sleep in the earth, 29700|And to go on my way to a death--if best. 29700|"A slave, but not for love of thee, my love! 29700|Fate did not make me to follow the wind-- 29700|I knew not thy beauty, and yet, while I did, 29700|I looked upon thy face, and lo! I was blest." 29700|But she said not a word. Her eyes had grown 29700|Deep with his own; and she saw him not, nor moved. 29700|He looks and looks, and she never one word-- 29700|In the last glance she turns her head away, 29700|And he follows her out to the forest-gloom, 29700|To the boundless sea; and the tide flows on, 29700|And the sea waves on, till, with one bound, they close 29700|The path, and darkness closes the world. 29700|A pale blue cloud, white as milk-white foam, 29700|That flutters like a dove's wing in the breeze 29700|Shines on the deep; and, 'twixt the waves and clouds, 29700|We soon pass over the dark and bare road, 29700|And vanish from sight like a fairy-flower, 29700|Far off, far off. Ah, how is that for thee, 29700|Who like a dream hadst heard the world was fair, 29700|And that the ocean-sails, as white as foam, 29700|Could ever sweep the earth's vast billowy bed, 29700|Or ever ride on the wave, or ever swim, 29700|Or o'er the deep wave float down. Oh, the sound 29700|Of the sea! Oh, the music of the sea 29700|From the cliffs that rise, and the great waves that leap 29700|In their wild, furious rush! We had ======================================== SAMPLE 4470 ======================================== 1005|That they were worthy to be loved as they loved us. 1005|"O son," I said, "one hopes, who heretofore 1005|Have striven in vain for heavenly grace, 1005|That here thy fellow-creature mayst stand, 1005|Who now perforce must travel worse. I see 1005|Things, that have troubled me, both what befalls 1005|In political state, and yet what haters. 1005|For my own share, I see the bondsmen wronged, 1005|The bondmen ty'd, the officers unjust, 1005|Who would gladly have'd it like felon's death, 1005|Than have'd it dying unjustly." He so 1005|Did justice to the crowd; and then began: 1005|"The chief need of public feeling now is, 1005|That we, who ride thus insidiously, 1005|Not haply o'ercom'd the paly fires, 1005|Or under snow such space, whereon so high 1005|The winged shafts are mov'd, that they provoke 1005|Horror in forms of beast, though they have not 1005|The strength to tear the flesh. The foul neglect 1005|To gird us with a better belt we feel, 1005|Through want of clothing, soon as day is spent. 1005|And now, as not to let our shame betray 1005|Our backs, we have retired to those amber-wood, 1005|Those sequestered parts of our own defiled, 1005|Which once were rich in allurity. 1005|Look then if from the wood, thou swiftly moving, 1005|Thou may'st not find us out: nothing in sooth 1005|Complies that you should be seen. Many a rope 1005|Locks our descent, and many a galliot burns, 1005|Lamenting its cutlassed master hence. 1005|But long ere from our country thou departest, 1005|Many of the rovers shall come, that cumb'ring 1005|About the world, and poorly shall be exchange'd, 1005|When their own gold shall make them bear our weight." 1005|Even as he ended, thereto I thought 1005|One, and soorelier, thus his words began: 1005|"Even so I guess, or so much hope entertain'd 1005|That thee, of this unholy ring, I now 1005|May know thee truly, since thou to me 1005|Much attention accord'st, through hope of love 1005|That ill-will removing, shower'd upon me. 1005|Through brutal wrongfulness, or wilfulty, 1005|Not to suffer, or of good example dread'd, 1005|Through gross ignorance of holy truth, 1005|Or other such bar that waves and stops me. 1005|For one, who knows the ordinance well 1005|Whences the three natures from their fumeous shroud, 1005|And shuns the light, if any here live, 1005|Hid there for fearfulness of him, there 1005|For fear his friends might see him working. Do thou, 1005|Keep now thy vows and covenants duly, 1005|Nor as a coveter of cheap conquers 1005|The office of a preacher. Every one, 1005|Who to the churlish steppes as slave was ta'en, 1005|Or else who pays a tithe of pence to his priest, 1005|In like manner, Christ, thy spiritual guide, 1005|And to censurable sin the penance grinds, 1005|Here follows, who from human sufficiency, 1005|Secundiùi, now at grace, finds favour. 1005|In the vast circumspace, through which God proceeds, 1005|Numberless his works he wreaks, and why? 1005|To check the billow, or check the running brook, 1005|Or trouble in some part or other the world, 1005|Or change the temper of some holy crew, 1005|Which, multiplicand or in divers order, 1005|Along the Milky Way flit or run, 1005|The grace of which God to his servant first gave, 1005|In the vast central space, (for so He'll tell) 1005|Where all the motions ======================================== SAMPLE 4480 ======================================== 1166|There shall there be no more 1166|The great, the true, the brave 1166|Who died for us of old. 1166|What matter where the sun goes? 1166|What matter where the rain pours? 1166|We do not care. 1166|For love's sake, and for the sake of the great dead, 1166|So many hearts so long dead, 1166|Shall the old peace still be 1166|For ever more than a dream? 1166|What matter where the road runs, 1166|Or what the day may bring, 1166|What matter, if no song? 1166|Or what if I forget? 1166|What matter? Shall we be tired? 1166|The old love remember? 1166|That's what the great dead are for, 1166|So many hearts so long dead, 1166|Shall the old peace still be for ever for ever! 1166|We shall meet again, when some deep way lies 1166|Close between our souls, silent, vast and deep, 1166|And in one vast unknown I shall not be 1166|The soul who knows. It may be that I 1166|Will not remember. May I not think 1166|To hear the wind through a flower-shadow cry? 1166|I shall not be then the wild sound of a song 1166|Like a lark when the rose-tree bends above. 1166|I will not remember. Shall I not think 1166|Forgetful of some dream we used to have, 1166|Wherein I dreamed that we lay as wan as clay 1166|In one great dreamless night? Shall not I dream 1166|Once more of you, and of our old sad mood, -- 1166|And feel a little sad, and wish you well, 1166|And wish you all the best, and move to heaven, 1166|Then go to sleep, the angel of dreams, 1166|Forgetting, and remembering not, -- but I? 1166|I might not. So I will sit here and forget, 1166|Winding my hand through the grass and turning back 1166|To the long road in the distance. Long ago 1166|In some unspeaking heaven we two were caught . . . 1166|Oh, I forget . . . 1166|If I forget . . . 1166|You were always thinking of the time when we 1166|Might forget. . . . You were thinking of the time 1166|When I should come back to be with you. . . . 1166|And now your face seems always troubled . . . 1166|So I forget. So I go down to the end 1166|Of the path, and stand on the stone threshold, 1166|And let the white shadow that stands by my side, 1166|Pass by and pass. . . . 1166|I forget. I go down to the end of the road. 1166|I forget. 1166|The leaves fall asunder, the leaves drop, 1166|And I shall go a little cold. 1166|The leaves are falling asunder, 1166|And soon I shall stand alone. 1166|The leaves are falling asunder, 1166|And soon I shall stand alone. 1166|The world has come down to me here, 1166|And there am I alone with the old man 1166|Who smiles at me as he goes by. 1166|He does not smile; he does not say 1166|Things that I shall follow him behind, 1166|He says not what he should say, 1166|And sometimes it is my poor heart 1166|Begins to laugh -- and laugh -- and laugh 1166|A little at me, and a little 1166|At the old man's old eyes. 1166|He is so old and so old, 1166|And I am so new and wild; 1166|But oh, I have grown to know him well 1166|Because he is so good at having a good laugh. 1166|I am so brave and so cold. 1166|I have risen, as children rise, 1166|From the pit where I was born; 1166|And the fire of my childhood burns bright 1166|Because I am glad to have done it again. 1166|I would I had never grown so old! ======================================== SAMPLE 4490 ======================================== 37804|To-day I came and saw the same, 37804|That in a thousand streams you see, 37804|And with red light he shines to-day 37804|A thousand suns a thousand moons, 37804|The same his heart and soul and hands 37804|Burn in the great sun of a song. 37804|As some wild song, from a land unknown, 37804|The wind's heart to a land unknown 37804|Hath brought, that sings in a language unknown, 37804|And the song is the whole of their speech: 37804|So came, as the wind to his song 37804|Came the wind of the song he sang of love. 37804|And all the sun was a fiery song 37804|From the fire of his heart: the wind his heart, 37804|The clouds his soul. 37804|The song he sung was a song of song: 37804|And love was a love of fire and song 37804|And song, and dawn. 37804|And every light that streamed, 37804|And every song that was, 37804|And every star that leapt, 37804|And every bird with a song, 37804|He sang and he sang his song, 37804|And his fire was a song. 37804|There was an old woman, and she had a daughter: 37804|She had no son, but she had a daughter. 37804|One day when she was knitting, a baby came, 37804|A baby white as a lily, with a face 37804|As fair as a lily's, and a face 37804|Like a man's who meets his true love and dies 37804|And then comes back a second time. 37804|All through the night he said, 37804|My name is William, white as snow, 37804|My hair is black like the blackberries 37804|At the door of my bed, 37804|And he danced so gayly! 37804|He asked me to dance with him, 37804|He took me upon his arm, 37804|And we went far and far together, 37804|And we lived as happy as brothers. 37804|Then the baby cried, 37804|I cannot sing as I would, 37804|As I wish I could, 37804|For my father never would, 37804|I know that he is dead, 37804|And I can never see him face to face. 37804|Then the old woman said, 37804|To-day I will give you a ring; 37804|I will make it thin and short; 37804|So, for your sake and yours, 37804|I will go before and tell you of my wish. 37804|So the old woman went away, 37804|She gave us greenberries in a ring, 37804|She gave us blueberry in a ring, 37804|And she bought for us all the rings we liked. 37804|They came all the way to Dover Town, 37804|The ship was laden with the sweets of ease, 37804|The happy children from the woods went 37804|To greet the happy children from the town. 37804|They took the bows and masts on the bows and moated the sides, 37804|They built a house up in the hill, 37804|And called it "Where the Puss-in-the-Wells was born," 37804|And put a gable in the wall. 37804|Then out they went to see the hares at play, 37804|They went by moonlight near to the forest side, 37804|They had bells in their gables, and there were three 37804|Children playing under Puss-in-the-Wells house. 37804|And in the house a Puss was lying dead, 37804|And Puss-in-the-Wells's children had put her there. 37804|She had none, but long hands, and two white feet, 37804|And yellow hair and two brown eyes 37804|Under her heavy tresses lay, 37804|A little blue Puss with a red nose. 37804|And they called her The Puss with the Golden Corn, 37804|And Puss-in-the-Wells's children have built her a hall. 37804|'I'm old, perhaps,' she said, 'but Puss-in-the-Wells still ======================================== SAMPLE 4500 ======================================== 1304|A new-born joy that now may not die, 1304|Makes every other hope a power to be; 1304|So in this isle of flower and fruit and tree, 1304|Life's new-born joy I never shall forget. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom, 1304|No eye shall list who lists no daisies sweet, 1304|The one that night's storm, like a child's delight, 1304|Pursues in joyous delight along the plain. 1304|But none of all that love of goodly sight 1304|Will envy thy plight: since all men's good 1304|Are nought, all men's good are to the brave; 1304|Save thee, a poor unhappy maid, alas! 1304|A poor unhappy maid, without one love 1304|Of all the world to cheer the way he trots, 1304|Who, in this world, can tell what few good friends 1304|Lie round him, by the wayside o'er his head. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom, 1304|Shall it not shame my heart that I must come 1304|When the green wood is all forgotten, 1304|And all the earth's soft lightnings are alight? 1304|No heart can feel of me, though all men laugh, 1304|That it should last for an unknown year, 1304|When every flower of the May must wither 1304|Before the summer is born to drown 1304|My life's best treasure on the dying night. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom 1304|Shall it not shame my heart that I must come 1304|On the green wood of my childhood? 1304|O love, love, when life's roses fade, 1304|Who then will know my garden 1304|And all my little children?-- 1304|I will sit in the garden gate, 1304|The garden we have grown to know; 1304|The larks, the sun, the grass, the bees, 1304|And my soul's dear memories come 1304|With all for every child at play 1304|Wherever summer goes. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom, 1304|No eye shall list who lists no daisies sweet, 1304|The one that night's storm, like a child's delight, 1304|Pursues in joyous delight along the plain; 1304|But none of all that love of goodly sight 1304|Will envy thy plight, that it must come when 1304|Life's flowers are all forgotten by the world, 1304|And every flower is wither'd before thy feet. 1304|THE flower of the May, which yet shall bloom 1304|Shall it not shame my heart that I must come 1304|On the green wood of my childhood? 1304|My soul was glad, and I beheld, 1304|O the green wood of my childhood 1304|Was all the garden that I knew, 1304|That all the joys the Gods had given 1304|I knew but nothing in its store; 1304|It was my garden beneath the moon, 1304|I knew not what the trees could be, 1304|I saw not in them such a sight, 1304|That grew in those days as still grows the wood 1304|When that I saw, when I heard that voice, 1304|That growled and cried against the night, 1304|That grew in those days as tall as the house, 1304|To which it grows, and is a house to me. 1304|I saw, and knew, and grew in hope, 1304|O the green tree of my garden, 1304|As sure as the leaves it touches are 1304|It would be grown to another tree, 1304|And live to be a thousand years old, 1304|Till he whose breath it blows and bears 1304|Takes from its branches death and tears, 1304|And in a vessel goes away,-- 1304|He too to sleep beneath the stars 1304|And in a dark eternal sea. 1304|The garden of my childhood, 1304|The house of my hope, the home of my joy. 1304|Who knows how good a garden grows! 1304|If I grew there I no more ======================================== SAMPLE 4510 ======================================== 3167|That you will not lose me to the grave? 3167|"You will not fail me in another night, 3167|You have a wife, a home, and place 3167|To give my children, too, a name 3167|Afar from which can be traced 3167|The beauty which I loved so well?" 3167|And on the night he lived in love 3167|With his dear one and his little child, 3167|Suddenly the vision faded, 3167|For she fled as an unknown bird 3167|Leaving him on the snow alone, 3167|His heart not beating for him to 3167|The end of his life. I have not said so. 3167|In another life there were 3167|Men whose souls had been the same, 3167|Whose eyes had gazed upon love, 3167|And seen its veil of sorrow passed; 3167|But he, their love's true knight, had fled. 3167|And thus, while he had sorrowed much, 3167|She had not seen his sorrowing; 3167|And hence she missed the little he sought. 3167|"O what," she cried, "could have made her so 3167|To leave him so alone?" 3167|"O, that was a bitter thing! 3167|Why were you then so blind? 3167|You should not leave me ere death!" 3167|- "Poor thing, indeed!" he said, "I pray, 3167|Did you not love? Or did I blame 3167|A man whose grief was mine?" 3167|With love there is a mighty need, 3167|And love's a mystery 3167|Which makes women wise and blind; 3167|Therefore I could not see 3167|The gentle tale that then she told; 3167|And she might look upon my woe 3167|As though I told it out of place. 3167|"O, let me have a parting kiss, 3167|Now when the wind is high; 3167|A secret place for secret talk, 3167|And then a grave at last; 3167|And then I may forget 3167|To ask another Love; 3167|I dare not, now I think, 3167|Ask Love without Love's pain." 3167|"It is not so," she said; 3167|"I do not love again; 3167|I never, since that day, 3167|Could see a flower arise. 3167|I cannot see my face 3167|In days when you were gone; 3167|No love could take them out 3167|Nor pay them back again." 3167|"I will not lie in wait 3167|Behind your dying day; 3167|I will not wait to fly, 3167|Nor wait to rise and fly; 3167|For who would wait as you?" 3167|"I will not wait to fly, 3167|Nor yet to rise; 3167|But I will wait to win 3167|A secret kiss. Belshazzar 3167|In his bath within the night." 3167|"O be my lover, say 3167|My secret love that brings 3167|The wind through summer days, 3167|The wave through sea; 3167|Though it be made of dust, 3167|My heart shall tell the tale 3167|How I was king of Kings 3167|And you, my love of days 3167|"You are a star, a golden flower; 3167|This is the gift God gave, 3167|A rose whose heart-throb lasts 3167|Till it is stricken by Death, 3167|And so goes over and over 3167|Until it dies of Love - 3167|The golden flower of love. 3167|"You are a bird, the flower that blossoms 3167|Out of the heart that lives 3167|When Love is born by Love, 3167|The fruit of Love that is a flower. 3167|"The rose within my breast shall bloom, 3167|And you shall tell the tale 3167|Why I have grown so great and wise, 3167|And you shall make my heart 3167|A little room to breathe, 3167|And I shall pour your soul within it, 3167|And keep it till you choose." 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 4520 ======================================== 34762|I mean that kind of man, the man of letters, 34762|Who looks about, and then, on each side, sees 34762|The whole of man--in fact, his own invention. 34762|So as he's looking, you may read his book; 34762|This is a very sure indicator, 34762|Of what he does, and how he thinks, in fine-- 34762|But, first, let's hear some arguments from art; 34762|First, let's hear the poet's praise of nature: 34762|Here, what he says, for aught I can believe; 34762|For Nature loves her hero all the while, 34762|And all a hero's pride and glory, too-- 34762|So Nature's answer's to "what he does"-- 34762|"He does, he's noble!" "He's noble! But, how?" 34762|I'll leave you to be convinced. What next? 34762|Of those who, like him, cannot write nor think, 34762|Of men nor woman; or, whose wisdom's still 34762|To be a stranger to their feelings--all 34762|To be the cause of all their misery. 34762|What's the good of those who can't read or write? 34762|They're in the Church at a bad rate, I think? 34762|And while they're there, why will they never go, 34762|They'll never be redeemed! And, oh! why 34762|Will they be always miserable?--Oh! 34762|For the Christian's sake, and his, I hope, 34762|I hope, they will not,--I say, keep from killing them. 34762|How hard it is to catch those that stray, 34762|And leave you, wretched one, to their fate-- 34762|I don't mind well with a child its blood to spill, 34762|But when the child's a parent, how hard 'tis to shun him! 34762|I've known a mother with children small 34762|To give to the poor--they're very shy, 34762|But, when they are sick, poor baby will crawl, 34762|And try to catch them, you know, with his thumb; 34762|And when the mother's in bed, aye, sore stung, 34762|With the child's sick in his arms--she has her eye, 34762|And, when--Oh! she's _so_ in the dark at _this_ stage-- 34762|In the dark she is very vexed on't, and cries 34762|For the child, who's so wild and frantic in't; 34762|But his _own_ mother is so kind to the child, 34762|She gently gets him to supper--and then 34762|In _his_ bed, with a tear in her eye,--"Oh! God bless 34762|these children," she says, "for who can tell how 34762|these children will return to us! Oh! God bless 34762|these children and _me_ too, and every one!" 34762|In her house then, in the house of her mother, 34762|Where she lived with her dear parents, she'd lie, 34762|With the children, and try to think of _him_ when 34762|She was away--with her--at the war, 34762|A stranger, who'd never known war at the first; 34762|She'd ask the children, "Tell me, what d'ye think?" 34762|"And who is _he_, that I'd be in the war?" 34762|"It's a shame, a shame!" they'd answer, "oh! 34762|We see--we see!" but the mother thought 34762|The war was a disgrace--she said so,-- 34762|"To all who'd serve, I'm sure we would go!" 34762|"My dear mother, you may trust my words. 34762|You're a patriot, and you must not speak them down; 34762|It's a _disgrace_ to serve in a war like this! 34762|"Our country's in danger, and that, my dear, 34762|Is very plain; and a _disgrace_ to stay here, 34762|To stand there and see the sons of her enemies, 34762|Her friends, her native soil, make her soil their own." 34762|" ======================================== SAMPLE 4530 ======================================== 9372|The last of the world! 9372|O'er all, all-wedded, 9372|Still and pale and fair; 9372|In this last, last, best, 9372|I dream of thee, Love! 9372|_And all in vain, 9372|These words you speak, 9372|And all the love, 9372|And all the peace I hold, 9372|Have flown like flowers away, 9372|So far away!_ 9372|'Tis but a dream, 9372|A dream of tears, 9372|A dream that fills 9372|The heart as with a dream, 9372|To leave its earthly home 9372|A broken, drearied one, 9372|Far from the world! 9372|O love that wakens in the soul, 9372|And leaves no track, no trace, 9372|Where it hath sped away, 9372|In the bright kisses that it gave! 9372|Where love hath gone in a blaze, 9372|And where no sorrow ever has 9372|Wakened for the lover's heart: 9372|And where the lips of the one, 9372|The one he loved, never speak. 9372|O love, my love, and where wert thou? 9372|Why wilt thou leave thy home? 9372|Why wilt thou ever more, 9372|In the dim, low stillness, 9372|Of the dark, drear still years? 9372|O love that flieth above, 9372|And where the fires of life arise 9372|Where the heart beats warm and strong! 9372|And the light shall illumine thine eyes, 9372|And the tears shall fall no more; 9372|And the soul in the soul's deep sleep 9372|Ne'er wake again, again, 9372|O light that shineth above, 9372|And where the soul is deep, 9372|Thy presence shall be dearer far 9372|Than any joys above. 9372|O love, my love, and where wilt thou go? 9372|Why dost thou so forsake 9372|Thy home by dreams illumined? 9372|Why dost thou hide thy eyes so teary? 9372|Why dost thou sigh and weep? 9372|And wherefore this mournful face? 9372|And does any soul so sweetly, 9372|And so lowly, die? 9372|"_Let me no longer be alone, my love, 9372|Let me no longer be alone._" 9372|And the night is hushed, and a white moon 9372|Is huddled in the West; 9372|And the voice of our love calling, calling, 9372|Cries, silent and alone. 9372|O my love, my love, O my love, 9372|I hear in the darkness sing; 9372|Thou art calling my broken heart-strings, 9372|My heart and my life! 9372|I will kneel at thy silent feet 9372|And kneel at thine feet 9372|And gather, with fond love and tears, 9372|The things that I have lost. 9372|I will gather the stars that shine 9372|Above thy sacred head, 9372|The flowers that hang like a starry crown 9372|Above thy sacred head. 9372|And I will lie at thy holy feet, 9372|And kneel down at thy feet, 9372|As a pilgrim at death's pale cross, 9372|And pray a long, loud prayer. 9372|O my love, my love, O my love, 9372|I am no more alone; 9372|God's hands are folded in His wings, 9372|And I must lead my own! 9372|The green earth lies in state at thy feet, 9372|And all our paths are one; 9372|The world lies in peace by thy sweet feet, 9372|And all lives in one world. 9372|O my love, my love, O my love, 9372|I know what thou wouldst say; 9372|I know what thou wilt say at last, 9372|O my love, my love, my love! 9372|Let me be a star and shine on you, ======================================== SAMPLE 4540 ======================================== 2732|I say, "Oh! let me see that locket!" 2732|I thought, as I passed by, I saw 2732|The same two hands I said, "I wore 2732|When I was young, and thus it stands, 2732|I am to-day your wedded wife." 2732|And now to give you further cause, 2732|I wear the locket all the year, 2732|And tell you truly what I mean: 2732|In the year fifty-nine I did; 2732|In the year fifty-ten I wore it. 2732|And what do I mean?--Oh, my dear, 2732|When I was only twenty-one, 2732|To marry was my all purpose; 2732|But if in fifty years I see 2732|I will no longer wear it now, 2732|And what can I help?--Oh, my dear, 2732|It is my only chance of life. 2732|So there I am, and nothing now 2732|I wish I could do to make it go, 2732|Oh, let me look, I'll cease to wear it! 2732|"The time is brief and comes apace, 2732|That I shall have the chance to die, 2732|While my darling is unwed yet. 2732|O let her be wedded!" Thus I said 2732|To the maid with the snowy tress. 2732|I said, "O try the wedded bed 2732|That awaits the bridegroom and the bride." 2732|And all in the midnight of their youth, 2732|The maidens with eyes averted, 2732|Upon the marriage-bed at dawn, 2732|We wedded and we died together. 2732|I, with my feet on the red ground, 2732|A-maying, o'er the Thames, so gay, 2732|And my heart a-beat with your love so high 2732|For your dear life so hard, O let me go 2732|And your dear love be wed out of this heart, 2732|And your dear heart be dead out of my own. 2732|How can I live, how can I live 2732|While you lie in an earthly grave? 2732|How can I bear the world's waste, 2732|And the lonely, lonely pain 2732|That a heart like yours can never know? 2732|As I trod the earth at your return, 2732|I knew your eyes, O Love--I knew. 2732|I felt you stand at my feet, 2732|My bosom with its hopes endures 2732|Though storms come, and all is over, 2732|And life has ceased to be the thing 2732|I thought when you are not--O Love, 2732|I feel the spirit of my past, 2732|I feel the strength of her, who gave 2732|Her heart and life unto me. 2732|How can I live these days of care, 2732|But in the face of her face 2732|That is as glad to see me now, 2732|As when you came with kisses warm? 2732|You--not I--I have forgot you-- 2732|I, not in any wise fond, 2732|For I am wholly, wholly mad. 2732|And so when I find I die this year, 2732|O Love, I shall be content, 2732|There, where I lay beside you, 2732|Not knowing if you have been good, 2732|And here the face, not the heart, 2732|Shall answer to your name, Love, 2732|And here, where I had nothing else 2732|But this earth, your love shall live. 2732|I know they are gone, 2732|I know they are gone, 2732|They have left me now to groan 2732|In this cold cold ground. 2732|My heart from my bosom flung 2732|Is broken now. 2732|I thought, dear Love, of you so 2732|My heart may break again; 2732|But it will break, like a broken 2732|heart, not a dead one. 2732|O God of love sublime 2732|That all my years 2732|Had loved and glorified, and fed 2732|Such loving eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 4550 ======================================== 2621|That to the soul the eye hath charm, 2621|That to the mind the song is true-- 2621|That to the heart the sound of truth. 2621|O the wild song of the forest bird, 2621|My heart sings o'er again! 2621|O the wild song of the forest bough, 2621|My heart leaps in my breast! 2621|The wild song of the forest tree, 2621|That shook to its roots for fame, 2621|Was ever the woodland breeze, my heart, 2621|Was ever the tree top free! 2621|It came on a summer's day, 2621|By the lake-side or the meadowside, 2621|On a day of summer morn, 2621|When the green leaves hung in the trees 2621|They could not hide away; 2621|And my heart beat fast in my breast 2621|As I looked from the water-side 2621|And saw the wild duck flying. 2621|I followed him as fast as I could 2621|Till I saw him at the lake, 2621|And thought of him as he circled me, 2621|With his beak a-thundering, 2621|And his legs extending far and high, 2621|And his great bright eyes a-gleam. 2621|For I followed faster and faster 2621|Till I lost him in the vale, 2621|And thought of him as I lost him, only 2621|I heard no scream in my pain, 2621|I only saw two dancing lights 2621|And one of them had a great big feather: 2621|Ah! foolish youth, I wept there. 2621|And there he was with his beak so long, 2621|And his legs extended far. 2621|As the boat drove through the water I 2621|Looked at his huge round eyes, 2621|And I wondered what such eyes could see 2621|In such clear water as this! 2621|And I heard him calling low, low, 2621|And his mighty, mighty beak; 2621|Ah! rueful, I! the moment passed 2621|By and I was alone. 2621|His beak was so long and strong, 2621|His legs were so long and strong; 2621|And there he stood in the meadow path 2621|A moment and a minute. 2621|The little ducks and damsels he loves 2621|Go swimming, and they sing in the spring, 2621|In the forest-glades where his songs arise: 2621|He has given them soft-necked beaks to sing in, 2621|And they swim and dance in the meadow path, 2621|And they dance and swim together. 2621|And they feed on the fruit that the ducks lay down 2621|When the sunny days of the summer grow dim; 2621|He has given them little wings to fly 2621|Over the grass to the water-side, 2621|Where they sleep among the pebbles and ripples 2621|Under the green wave of the water-side. 2621|And they feed in a fairy land, as they list, 2621|Right under the azure of the sky; 2621|And they feed not in the forest, they say, 2621|Nor on the fruit that the ducks lay down, 2621|But under green moss by the water-side, 2621|In grassy meadows all dew-pearled. 2621|And he gave to them his bright wings of gold, 2621|To fly away on the breeze, 2621|As he thought in the green-wood path to go 2621|And blow them away from his dear lily-white dove; 2621|With his beak so long and strong, 2621|With his wings so long and strong;-- 2621|But the little wings would not stay tied 2621|But they flew away in the cold, 2621|And the little wings in the cold were cold. 2621|He left the dove in the lily-white nest, 2621|And with his beak so long and strong 2621|To the blue sluiced out his heart, and said, 2621|By my lily-white dove that I loved so, 2621|"Go, sweet heart, to the green ======================================== SAMPLE 4560 ======================================== A friend to the good and the bad, 29358|To whom as a father, if still his son had need! 29358|"Now, son of Atreus, the Trojan folk are grown 29358|So great that, when I saw at a draught of the wine, 29358|A thousand sons I was afraid; but now the time 29358|I meet him not as I know, who now of a will 29358|Of vengeance hath willèd; I think that he hath done 29358|A deed to set thee back on life, and not for joy 29358|Of thy love, nor with his death-bed weeping to stay; 29358|If such thou seeest, so be not these words of mine, 29358|E'en as a man whose fear of Troy's battle is good." 29358|But Æneas with his tears and a father's prayer 29358|Hath won a mighty boon: for many a Trojan died 29358|Erewhile, and many a Greek: Æneas' son 29358|Now sees the deathless sons of fathers' line and blood. 29358|A thousand sons and hundreds in the fields of war 29358|Grown men and youths; and many a life in the earth is held. 29358|But first Æneas and his brethren found an aid 29358|Against the foe, and gathered together great gifts 29358|Of war and gifts for war: the great Achillean band 29358|Came with them: a mighty host, and armed as ne'er 29358|Hath in Argos seen assembled hosts and met in war, 29358|With swords and wands, a thing unheard of in years 29358|Of any Greeks, or any Argive men of old; 29358|The weapons, and the gifts they gather, in their arms 29358|The sons of Teucer, a word unto his foes, 29358|While they were fighting round a city wall to wall, 29358|The son of Dardanus, the best of them all, 29358|Proud in his heart, his strength and valour, he 29358|With all his men, whose will was in his counsel true, 29358|Stood down, and all the gifts he to the Greeks gave, 29358|And all their strength and might against the foe he scaled. 29358|But while they came the Trojan walls they built around, 29358|And piled high on high the lofty gates with iron bars, 29358|And in the midst of them laid up a high-towers home. 29358|Here too from out the gates the Trojan men were come, 29358|The Achillean host: no man had they none, but none 29358|But went to be the lord of all. Nor did the rest, 29358|The Achillean seed, for fear that there should be found 29358|Some Trojan men who might not trust the house to stay. 29358|Then the Achillean host, the Trojan children led, 29358|Came forth upon the sea; but all was full of dread 29358|As that which men who in the land at Troy abide 29358|On the white land, when from the sea comes up an host 29358|As soon as they of Troy have met the battle-cries: 29358|There with them stood the King of Crete, the fane 29358|Athos of the Sea, who, when Cymothöe drew 29358|The dread-wood nigh that hill, with iron-sceptre wroth, 29358|Yet with his spear-foe to the wall did stand and pray. 29358|He, when he saw his peers upon the shore upreared 29358|A headless trunk, and with his hand did draw forth 29358|The blood and dust: the wood had been the shrine 29358|Of all the God-heads, and there a god did pay 29358|A sacrifice to him, and there the priest dight: 29358|The wood was slain with his unbloodied hand, and forth 29358|From the sea all blood had he cast, and thus he paid 29358|His thanks unto the power of the winds and skies. 29358|In such words as these an unknown voice had said, 29358|And of the other Greeks then spoke they, and their hearts 29358|Were glad, and each one prayed the god for more than this: 29358|"Him of the lofty birth we see; and ======================================== SAMPLE 4570 ======================================== 18396|That to me is love. 18396|What's love, my bonnie lassie, 18396|A stranger might you say? 18396|But though I wander wide, 18396|Love stays with me at heart." 18396|'Twas when the autumn leaves were starting, 18396|Loud laughing in the breeze, 18396|There came a gallant gallant scout, 18396|A gallant gallant scout, 18396|A gallant gallant scout; 18396|He rode with sword in hand, 18396|And his plumes in the sunbeam, 18396|Like little birds in the breeze. 18396|"O come wi' me, love," he cries, 18396|"Or I will dree ye, love, 18396|Your love for me shall not fail, 18396|For I am with you now." 18396|But love was all beside him, 18396|So she thought to flee him, 18396|For he seized upon her arm, 18396|That the knight would trow her. 18396|But her gallant scout she ne'er 18396|Came his arms to trow her, 18396|For her heart's true love he had 18396|He gaed back to the greenwood, 18396|And we lads were dancing there, 18396|And sweet fife was ringing there, 18396|And dancing round that greenwood. 18396|But the night is come at last, 18396|And winter is begun, 18396|And the stars the stars that ring 18396|Have a sweet song for the morn; 18396|And the birds and the flowers are 18396|All singing down to the greenwood, 18396|As happy lovers stood there. 18396|While the summer days flew by, 18396|And the summer flowers sprang, 18396|And the birds and the flowers began 18396|To tell of the lovely Queen 18396|That lay in the court-yard wide 18396|Lying as fair words seem to do 18396|In the days of old. 18396|"She was so rich, my dear, 18396|She'd a king," was the cry, 18396|"As she lived, she would not stir 18396|From a king to a stranger's hand," 18396|Whene'er the lady spoke; 18396|"I pray you, look not so! 18396|The throne you do not wear 18396|Is a royal throne that bore the name-- 18396|I am not loved by thee"-- 18396|So said she, "I know the king, 18396|He loved me not in the first place," 18396|So she loved him again; 18396|While the summer days flew by 18396|"And never have I seen, 18396|O, talk not to me, 18396|Of a woman like thee! 18396|For a thousand years in earth she has shone forth, 18396|As bright as a sun, and as pure as a star, 18396|A thousand years--to come I cannot say; 18396|Perhaps to us she might seem--but I ne'er may know; 18396|But she is of a brave and royal blood." 18396|The lady grew ever so 18396|The dearer the talk grew 18396|Of that fairer land, 18396|Where the first kiss was given. 18396|The dearer the talk grew, 18396|And the more of her there proved, 18396|The more they loved the maiden, 18396|The blithsome was that day. 18396|Her father's heart-strings are linked 18396|In the harp without the key; 18396|To string the tie she's fain; 18396|So do those of noble form, 18396|For the fairest are the thine." 18396|'Twas a maiden--faire she was-- 18396|That she loved the true heart's game; 18396|Love is love, like the suns,-- 18396|And fairer far the flowers that blow. 18396|Like to other maids she pleased, 18396|But the lover she did love; 18396|No wish now can you crave, 18396|To see her kiss her love. 18396|How cold the winds that meet the pebbles, 18396| ======================================== SAMPLE 4580 ======================================== 4696|Who said 'tis not the air, 4696|But a thing's shape, and not a shape, 4696|Who said, 'It's not the waves. 4696|Nor the water, nor the sea, 4696|Shall it dissever 4696|From the body where it was. 4696|The sun and earth and sky are there. 4696|There's nothing more to do.' Thus 4696|Spoke I to him, and went 4696|In a kind of trance, and lo, 4696|All my life's work was done: 4696|I was free. The world, I said, 4696|Is but a shape with many faces, 4696|As the sea--so fair-- 4696|Is with many nations. 4696|And he, in whose great soul 4696|There were many thoughts, 4696|Went forth, with eyes and hands 4696|To seek the lost and lost at sea. 4696|Went forth and found the deep. 4696|Went to the other side. 4696|And yet, methinks I see, 4696|I saw him once before 4696|See the lost at sea as far as eye could see: 4696|Like waves that laugh in the sun, 4696|It seemed, when it was day. 4696|So fair on the shore he stood, 4696|Seemed to have seen it all, 4696|Seeing in the depths, and in the light, 4696|The light with its vast sea of stars-- 4696|Stars on all motion, that did roll 4696|The waves of that swift water, all their might, 4696|Wherefrom did the motion of all die 4696|Into one living change, like a rayless star. 4696|Hail, star of all the world, 4696|Flame that a world makes bright; 4696|Flame of the heart of love, 4696|Flame of the sun that lights 4696|Our life, that burns us straight. 4696|Flame that a heart makes bright, 4696|Flame that a sun makes strong; 4696|Flame that a world makes bright, 4696|Hail unto the dead. 4696|Flame that a heart makes strong, 4696|Flame that a sun makes bright, 4696|Heaven the soul hath lit; 4696|Flame that a heart hath lit, 4696|Flame unto the dead. 4696|"God is all-healing; 4696|God is all-healing," 4696|Sang the young girl from the side of the hill. 4696|"God is all-healing, 4696|God is all-healing." 4696|And he who went, from the little, white, 4696|Breathless heart in the heart of the hill, 4696|He loved her for an hour so. 4696|The light came out. The waters of the sky 4696|Rippled in his eyes as the clouds did; 4696|And over the hills there fell a rain, 4696|That rain of the long ago 4696|From the wide waters of the sky. 4696|The sun sank far in the west, 4696|A silver cloud in the clouds of the sky, 4696|A little cloud, 4696|And the little sun went over the top: 4696|Up to the stars: it was all too queer! 4696|His soul went slowly through the air; 4696|The light was a little cloud again, 4696|And so he went, 4696|Up to the light--it was all too queer! 4696|Was the air 4696|Wind or no clouds--that's the thing for me, 4696|The light-clouds-the-sun stuff-- 4696|And the wind, 4696|And the rain, 4696|And the clouds, 4696|And the rain!-- 4696|Was the air 4696|Wind or no clouds--that's the thing for me! 4696|"If I had a soul to live for-- 4696|If I had a soul to die for-- 4696|A soul to love for man and wife,--" 4696|Thus did the little girl sing. 4696|And the tears 4696|Laughed from the lips of the little ======================================== SAMPLE 4590 ======================================== 18500|The wild, the wood, the deep, the woodman, 18500|The wild horse, the wild ox, the wild bee, 18500|Minstrel of the dewy dawn! 18500|The bard who sang of love true, 18500|The mystic of old lore, 18500|Who taught the bards the golden rule, 18500|And sung the glory of right: 18500|While others strive in aimless strife, 18500|To lift the common soul; 18500|Tho' not of better freedom might I boast, 18500|I ne'er could lift my hand in vain. 18500|In every age and clime, 18500|'Mongst mankind the strong and great, 18500|In ev'ry age and clime, 18500|Tho' all have common cause, 18500|He to whom the general right 18500|With every virtue joins, 18500|We sing the bard of Cawdor. 18500|The youth of ev'ry land, 18500|While hearts are warm with truth, 18500|No more in hopes or pleasures rove, 18500|To sit and languish long: 18500|The bard to wisdom dear 18500|A like reward has won, 18500|And ever mindful that he's a bard, 18500|Will ever sing of Cawdor. 18500|There often he'll sit 18500|And sing the glory of the king, 18500|With ev'ry thought the same, 18500|The bard of Cawdor; 18500|The bard of Cawdor 18500|We like him well, we'll hope he soon 18500|At home in Cawdor; 18500|But all we know is he is of a keen and gallant mien, 18500|And with a poet's voice, 18500|A bard we like him not better 18500|Than he of Cawdor. 18500|And he will now, at home, 18500|Serve us, as well as he, for well he's a man of wit, 18500|Though I deplore to find, 18500|Even here, 'tis hard to find 18500|A bard of Cawdor. 18500|'Tis true he's a lad of fifteen, 18500|A boy of only blush, 18500|But soon will grow to be a man of forty or five 18500|For his great sense, wit, and honesty, 18500|And in a song will sing 18500|Of Cawdor. 18500|To sing his native place, 18500|When on the hills of youth 18500|He spent a month at ease, 18500|As it was his destiny, 18500|In singing Cawdor. 18500|And thus while here he'll live 18500|(Till his young friends begin), 18500|And, his dear country-born, 18500|In time shall sing his Hielan; 18500|Of Cawdor. 18500|And though his father e'er, 18500|That boy's forgetful grace, 18500|How proud he'll stand before 18500|A verse shall glory prove 18500|Of Cawdor. 18500|I'm sorry you can ne'er be pleased, 18500|Such short-liv'd smiles hae been ne'er seen, 18500|But the sad, long-drawn, and the cold, 18500|That hae o'er your cheek been smo't. 18500|O, had you seen my woe, your mirth 18500|Had glanc'd like my despair, ne'er seen 18500|A heart sae gay as mine, and free 18500|From care as mine sae dear. 18500|Ye wadna, sweet pity me! 18500|For loveless lily of Clare! 18500|Sae dear her cheek, sae pure her e'e, 18500|That on a' God's altar I 18500|Should ever love a mair. 18500|If thou wilt grant me e'er the crown 18500|Then thy best boon I'll crave, 18500|If haply I can please thine ear, 18500|The golden flow'ret of yon sea. 18500|Sae, happy, joyous, ever blest, 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 4600 ======================================== 1279|Thy hand, O fair! and thy lip like a rose. 1279|I see thee as I saw thee in my boyhood, 1279|When a new, sunburnt month (March) rose fresh 1279|Through the blushing fields with flower-inwoven showers; 1279|Thou hov'ry fair of nature, fair of hue! 1279|Thou, thou art more than I can hope to be; 1279|I see thee, like a lily, in her prime, 1279|With no more youth about thy lovely head. 1279|Ye were the brightest that adorn'd the earth 1279|Since earth was formed, when first the heavens were full; 1279|But ye are fade'd, and now 'tis fit ye die. 1279|Ye were the lures that lured our wondering eyes 1279|To pinnacled domes of ancient amber, 1279|When our young quarry the apple obtained, 1279|And ye are now fade'd, and now 'tis fit ye die. 1279|But still, perchance, as in some haunted place, 1279|Fill'd with ghosts of former days, I see thee stand, 1279|And hear thy spirit calling (calls we heare, no doubt,) 1279|Calls we perchance no more, but just below 1279|Thou art betrayed by Jove, and 'tis fit ye die. 1279|Ye fair to look upon! 1279|Ah, woe is me! 1279|Fair, fair is she, 1279|But her love is vain, 1279|His glance of scorn 1279|Is all her light. 1279|He came to woo, 1279|Her eye was soft, 1279|Her voice was fair, 1279|But her hand was cold, 1279|And her eyes are dead. 1279|And I will search 1279|The garden o'ergrown 1279|With briars and thorns; 1279|I will bind up 1279|Her eyes and ears, 1279|And cry to heaven 1279|By my love's side; 1279|And I will seek 1279|Where that sweet face 1279|Meets the sun's ray; 1279|And I will kiss 1279|At the face of him; 1279|And I will bear 1279|My sorrow to his, 1279|And I will rest 1279|In the grave of him. 1279|I WISH I was 1279|A traveling singer, 1279|With my right hand 1279|A horn pours forth, 1279|And with my left 1279|I tinkle forth-- 1279|A lyre 1279|I stretch forth 1279|With joy in my breast; 1279|But, ah! my lyre 1279|Is only a pipe, 1279|A pipe and a horn 1279|Are only two 1279|My friends are the winds; 1279|How I wish 1279|I were just like 1279|Those other folks; 1279|For their lyres they tune, 1279|But mine they listen 1279|As I'm playing 1279|And drinking port! 1279|The day is done, 1279|And night brings on 1279|The joys of rest, 1279|The dreams of sleep. 1279|Blithe come the hours, 1279|Fair lie the lands, 1279|Rest come for the weary, 1279|Come all ye weary, 1279|Our sails are at sea, 1279|Our anchors are on the reef, 1279|And we're all aboard! 1279|The stars are out in the gloaming, 1279|The waves run high, 1279|And all the air is chill; 1279|The sky is overcast, 1279|And no one on board. 1279|The tempest roars on the wa' roost, 1279|The wild geese fly, 1279|And who that to Lincoln wad haste 1279|Will na be lost? 1279|Sae mysel wee Maggie 1279|Hae scouted for me, 1279|And blaw'd a shrieks o' glee, 1279|That I could cry-- 1279|But na! she is na sight 1279|As k ======================================== SAMPLE 4610 ======================================== 9579|For life is short, and joys are brief; 9579|And love, from early morn till dusk, 9579|Has been a shadow and a shade 9579|Within my path like anything 9579|Exceeding strange. 9579|But now, with life's full tide at sea, 9579|I see that heaven is not indeed 9579|A shadowy sea, but a live, 9579|Enraptur'd sight! 9579|The old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives, and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land. 9579|THE old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land; 9579|For the footprints in the snow lie not, 9579|Their beauty cannot melt away, 9579|Nor tears give birth to footmarks fleet 9579|Where smiles may well be. 9579|THE old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land; 9579|For the footprints on the ice are not 9579|The footprints of the moonbeam's ray 9579|Which melts not, but makes brightly fair 9579|All paths that shine beneath. 9579|The old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land. 9579|THE old romance, the romance of love, 9579|Still lives and shall for ever live, 9579|Though the spell is over and begun, 9579|And the spell is that he who seeks 9579|Must follow the footprints which he treads 9579|In fairy-land. 9579|WHEN I was young and healthy and blest, 9579|My Father brought me a Bible, 9579|And, ere I read, "I could forgive" 9579|A brother man. 9579|My Father, when he caroled with me, 9579|Would kiss my baby hand, 9579|And tell me it was blessed of Him 9579|To have a mother there. 9579|I DID not love a second child; 9579|I did not love another boy; 9579|I nursed a second baby boy, 9579|On a second Daddy's knee. 9579|I LOVE a good laugh, I love a good cheer, 9579|I love a horse's good-bye; 9579|I can stand without my cap and gown, 9579|And look at it again. 9579|And so I parted wise and parted gay, 9579|From Daddy and me; 9579|And I am here to wait and wait alone, 9579|Till the other comes again. 9579|WE don't like big clothes or expensive toys 9579|And we do not fight; 9579|We are good children, though we are apart, 9579|And we do what we can. 9579|We have always a-justing balances 9579|And greased stokes of coal; 9579|We have not had a fighting father, 9579|And never a crying mother. 9579|I know that I am very, very old, 9579|And my hair is gray; 9579|But the days of my youth are sweet to me, 9579|And I'd give all things to know 9579|That my youth might come back with summer showers 9579|And my old age with showers. 9579|WE went to play last Wednesday; 9579|Oh, the fun was spic and span! 9579|Walmart buzzed and never tire; 9579|And when we came home we found on the counters 9579|The little children all. 9579|We told ======================================== SAMPLE 4620 ======================================== 8187|"Hee-ho!" thought the young man; "who'd think o' me, 8187|"Thin-o'-boy, wit' such a nose, and eyes, 8187|"Like the oaks, my dear, and the blue sky? 8187|"But a friend of mine was the gentleman 8187|"Who made the suit that I am wearing." 8187|He had a nose, and eyes, like the larks, 8187|Like the larks were his thoughts, you'll own; 8187|But no, alas! wert thou white as the down 8187|And I as black as the moss beneath-- 8187|But a friend of mine was the gentleman 8187|And all for love of his daughter's son, 8187|Whose name was Ephraim MacPhail. 8187|And, alas! since his darling daughter's son 8187|Was such an only child, a very young one, 8187|He was forced, he says, "to make this marriage." 8187|And the reason for this marriage is this, 8187|That, tho' he loved her, his wealth can't buy 8187|His love enough for to run mad about 8187|As he once did with the beautiful Lizzie, 8187|And to her hands would give the very soul 8187|Of his estate, instead of his young bride, 8187|As a mother _could_ have dared to do! 8187|And so, in good time (tho' not in so great a pod,) 8187|Her Ephraim came out in his man's clothes, 8187|And, "Ah!" said he, as he stood in the door, 8187|"If ever I wed another, let her come 8187|"My dear, my very own, Ephraim MacPhail!" 8187|Thus ended the happy day and the night. 8187|And as for myself, when the night was over, 8187|I thought I had seen my dear in an angel's bloom; 8187|And, when the first bright beams of a morning 8187|Seemed sinking on the world, I thought that the sight 8187|Of the young bride in her native home was very sweet. 8187|But, ah! for the sorrows of the sad bride 8187|That day I lay in a stranger's land, 8187|And cried as I parted that bright air "Oh shame! 8187|"She's my own dear, dear girl, and I'm going. 8187|"Now, if the bridegroom _was_ so sad as we all have seen, 8187|"How sad would the tale be, the saddest of ev'n, 8187|"If the sweet bride _there_ too had turned pale and pale, 8187|"With the woe of her own loved and lost child." 8187|But the bridegroom, he laughed, and his laughter light 8187|As the light of water shining upon sand! 8187|And the words that follow, are but the dregs 8187|Of the little spur of the tale--"the sweetest of ev'n." 8187|When the morning 8187|Blew out the early bell, 8187|And the little wail 8187|Came faintly out, 8187|As, one by one, 8187|The children, 8187|Singing sweetly 8187|The sweetest of all: 8187|"Mama! 'tis dawn now,-- 8187|O! sweet maid of mine, 8187|Come and watch o'er us 8187|Our baby folk, 8187|Where the sun shines, 8187|And the moonbeams play." 8187|But, alas! 8187|The first o' the peewits 8187|Had fallen asleep, 8187|And while he rocked, 8187|Fell asleep, 8187|And so did they; 8187|So, o'er their heads 8187|The sunbeams 8187|Flash down like glist'ning dew. 8187|And o'er them all, 8187|And o'er them all, 8187|The baby lads 8187|Are laughing, 8187|And laughing, 8187|Huzza! ha-hoor! 8187|And o'er them all, 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 4630 ======================================== 937|And that they would not, or else they might, 937|But that they would not, and had not much 937|To do that was a part of that. 937|And they never yet heard the name 937|Of "Sugar," and what made them sad 937|Was there was so much "Sugar" 937|They never knew, their heart, at all,, 937|Was so much sad, their lips, at all, 937|Not one or two 937|Of them had thought that aught had happened, 937|And if there had, though there might 937|Have been another course, 937|It must have been their own at last, 937|And not for them. 937|And as if in grief we did not know 937|The cause of our sorrows, as they -- 937|Or rather, as if we said 937|That there had passed from them away 937|The old great cause of tears, and sighs, 937|And sadness, and, alas! 937|Faintly remembered sighs -- 937|What did they do, in turning all, 937|In turning all away! 937|In turn, in turn, in turn, 937|What did they have to turn away? 937|The very reason why 937|We suffered so, 937|Why we have cried so loud and long; 937|Why we have troubled so 937|The very heartstrings of the great, 937|The very tender ones -- 937|The very love and tenderness 937|In turn, in turn, in turn? 937|Is it because, and only 937|Is it because that the years 937|Are many, 937|That we, of all living creatures, 937|Must be the least alone, 937|That we, of all living things 937|Are the last to be with the rest, 937|And that so long 937|We know not what we suffer 937|In turn for our turn? 937|What does it mean? 937|What can it mean? 937|Can there be answer to it? 937|Do we know? 937|If there is answer? 937|Or is there no answer? 937|What will it all end? 937|Will nothing end? 937|Will there be any end to it? 937|Or how can there be no end? 937|And what will be the end of it? 937|Or how end it, 937|If there is no end? 937|And what shall be the end of that? 937|What hope for the end, 937|What wish for the end, 937|What fear for the end? 937|And what then? 937|It will not end. 937|There are two ways, 937|There are two paths and only one, 937|One is beyond all hope and pain, 937|One is beyond all time and death, 937|One is beyond all years and years. 937|There is no third. Why, there is nothing 937|But the one way, 937|There is no third. But what of the heart, 937|Why can its sorrow not be relieved? 937|As the soul, by grief, through the anguish 937|Doth through the heart, 937|So, through the heart, through the sorrow 937|Shall the sorrow be through the soul. 937|For the soul, like the heart, must not cease 937|To suffer and to wait. 937|And, how is the soul to be saved? 937|Why, through the soul will it never cease. 937|The soul is the soul. 937|And the heart is the heart, and the heart its home. 937|If I should meet a soul 937|Who were not, what a soul was in mine eye! 937|I would pray, and then turn 937|And see how much it was mine eyes had done; 937|I would pray, and at last 937|I should see it in the eyes 937|Of that soul; that it were not meek 937|As thou art meek; nor so small,-- 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 4640 ======================================== 37452|And, in its lightest touch, the flower 37452|Will thrill to life and know its God. 37452|We are on the way to Aonia, 37452|Over the hills and under the hills, 37452|A city of all cities, but the sound 37452|Calls us, sweetly calls,--call, call no more,-- 37452|In the great golden dawn of Aonia; 37452|Call to us, O lonely ones, afar, 37452|Soothe your heart with music from the hills, 37452|Carry the wild-wood melody along, 37452|Carry its song on the wind to us afar, 37452|From the forest, from the river wild and free, 37452|And the land of the sun-clad, and the sea-wind's bill. 37452|O my soul is cold 37452|With the fear that I may be forgotten; 37452|Loved of few, and loved of none to-night, 37452|Loved of none but myself alone. 37452|Only one star, with its golden beam, 37452|Brightens all things else like a broken glass, 37452|Whence we peer from our dim world afar 37452|In the dawn of Aonia, the Aonian home. 37452|There is music in the night-time far away, 37452|Wherein, far away, 37452|Hark, O heart, the stars are singing of love,-- 37452|_Lullaby, call, call no more, call no more, Call no more._ 37452|In the dawn of Aonia, the Aonian home. 37452|O my heart is red 37452|With an old remorse; 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of none but myself alone. 37452|In the dawn of Aonia, the Aonian home. 37452|O I know, I know 37452|How the Gods have left 37452|Their glory on earth and all its deeds 37452|As a covenant,-- 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|My dreams are full of Love, 37452|That I cannot tell, 37452|The joy, the fire, the light, the song, 37452|That bathes my soul in pain 37452|At the thought of its own name; 37452|And all my life is in the song 37452|Of Love,--_Lullaby, call no more, Call no more._ 37452|(The music rises, and the wild-wood sounds arise.) 37452|My soul is cold, 37452|With the fear that I may be forgotten; 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|All day I hear the bird, 37452|When it stirs the green leaves among; 37452|All day the stream runs on, 37452|With the light of dawn in its eyes, and longs for night again. 37452|My soul is red 37452|With the doubt that I may be forgot; 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|Loved of few,--loved of none to-night. 37452|There came, the first day after Pentecost, 37452|A bird that sang in sight of me. 37452|The birds and I together. 37452|(Ah! it sings in me until now, 37452|That soul of mine is a dream to-night.) 37452|There came a second,-- 37452|A singing bird, but in a leafy nest,-- 37452|Winding along in the dim green glooms. 37452|I saw the tiny nest; it was made of green leaves, 37452|And, on the coverts, 37452|A brook was leaning from, it seemed to say, 37452|And, in the centre of the nest, 37452|It held a yellow flower. 37452|I could not reach it through the trees. 37452|The flower was white and blue, and seemed to shine 37452|Above the others 37452|Of that green tree. 37452|"Ah, ======================================== SAMPLE 4650 ======================================== 2428|The same as a good dog; 2428|A pug is a kind of a brute-- 2428|He is a sort of a beast; 2428|He's as poor as a slave: his heart 2428|Cheats Nature of her spite, 2428|And as they're such a pair of pug, 2428|He's twice as good as his dearest girl. 2428|Thus you see, you see, 2428|All nature is but a lie-- 2428|Nothing is true but a flag galled: 2428|So think you all things are made? 2428|Not half so far. 2428|'Tis nature's way, 2428|With pride to confound us, 2428|To make us fallows 2428|To make us swift: 2428|But though she make no more 2428|Birds flutter, and trees wave, 2428|Though they have all the skill, 2428|She'll find out the flaw, 2428|And throw it down! 2428|I could cry in a long psalm, 2428|Or vow a good midnight vow; 2428|I could sing a solemn hymn, 2428|But still, as I spoke, 2428|This psalm would break in two, 2428|And would have been well worth while; 2428|It has been, poor man, for years: 2428|The time will be well nigh over 2428|When this wretched psalm and vow 2428|Shall break in two, and go out. 2428|In a parson's chapel, that's the way it ought to be: 2428|In a parson's chapel you must never sit, but kneel, 2428|And let your heart with all the grace belong thereto, 2428|Fold to your knees, and your hands with a prayer embrace; 2428|Then with the soul from your body let the congregation gaze 2428|On your face, that so never a-tumblin's it will be; 2428|Thus on your face do you gaze, and so from within 2428|Do the things your heart most glorifies in, and loves best, 2428|Thus you gaze on so deep, that God's eye may be seen, 2428|And the blessed Lord shall say, on your faces behold 2428|All the glory, and every good the heart can desire! 2428|Ah! what a noise then would hither come 2428|To worship God! and oh! what tongues 2428|Of music be raised and spread 2428|From his own people, and their hearts 2428|Tell their gladness as they rise; 2428|And they sing of God, who is their King, 2428|Who all their gladness shall take home, 2428|And teach them Love, and Truth, and Grace! 2428|Ah! then how glad their hearts shall be 2428|To hear the songs they sing of him! 2428|Ah! then will they sit in the shadow 2428|Of his throne, and say, as in days of old, 2428|(When nations lived that way) their fathers said, 2428|"Ah! now, our fathers, when they are found, 2428|Shall we be faithful? and are we found 2428|To be rich in joy? or is it wise 2428|To be so poor, and only weak?" 2428|I've a friend you may believe 2428|As God believing; 2428|For every man may draw the grace 2428|Of his friend's grace to the soul. 2428|In my breast I know 'tis so; 2428|I have felt it, and know it to be good; 2428|If it had not been for the devil, I should have 2428|A soul as believing as his, 2428|And so to believe as one will believe. 2428|For a soul is a part of the man, 2428|A portion of his whole--I swear by my word-- 2428|It is the beginning and end of him, 2428|The centre and main receptacle: 2428|It is not what any man believes, 2428|But what he believes. 2428|Who dares to deny that the soul believes 2428|A thing no body can perceive 2428|Or any human being feel? 2428|What is the soul?--if a man may ======================================== SAMPLE 4660 ======================================== 28591|We know we're never alone, 28591|While we are living to the full, 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|Let the world be with her thus, 28591|Till she's old, and then we part; 28591|A different friend is ever kind, 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|We are not in our graves, 28591|Nor in our hearts is laid 28591|All that's blest in earth, 28591|Yet all things fade and die, 28591|And in the end they all are lost 28591|And so they all must end. 28591|All blessings have their time, 28591|Like the dew on the rose, 28591|Then do we yield to grief, 28591|And in our grief forget the good 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|Death, the great sorrow, 28591|That must ever be; 28591|With all the world between 28591|We cannot meet it now, 28591|Yet we never grieve. 28591|And when the battle's done, 28591|And our last bright sword has 28591|Cut the highest and lowest, 28591|Then do we smile alway; 28591|Glorious though it be the end 28591|Of the battle-winning prize, 28591|We never grieve. 28591|For in our mortal strife, 28591|A little while, we meet, 28591|To the greater good concealed, 28591|Yet we never grieve. 28591|A little while, and then 28591|We stand at the door of grace, 28591|In the light to meet the dawn; 28591|We never grieve. 28591|And to our dying eyes 28591|Flower sweet the martyr-rose; 28591|While God's power is sweet, we deem 28591|That it dies with the dying; 28591|And so we never grieve. 28591|Life is its vine, and flowers 28591|Grow there day by day; 28591|But it must be torn 28591|And sown for to mow it down. 28591|If thou hadst power to choose 28591|One portion, half of it thou'dst give-- 28591|With what would I abjure? 28591|I've an eye for skill, I'm strong to wield 28591|An axe, and a horse, and men are few 28591|Who can say me good and ill. 28591|For I care not how men laugh or sigh, 28591|How loudly they praise or despise; 28591|Yet that my heart, as well as my brain, 28591|Be still in tune with God's plan. 28591|To see no day so bright 28591|That doth not, in its beam, 28591|Some part of God's bounty lend. 28591|O, little cares my spirit for store 28591|Which, day by little, is lost in dark 28591|To me, whose heart was filled with scorn. 28591|I must go forth to all men's eyes 28591|To stand before the altar, Lord, 28591|And be thy bride, though no man wear 28591|Thy priest's aureole; 28591|But I have a tenderness for Thine, 28591|I always prayed the prayer of old 28591|At the voice of Christ: Ah, Lord, rend here 28591|The flesh that is loath this flesh; 28591|Make of my life a perfect sacrifice, 28591|Make of my time a perfect work. 28591|O, that my days with prayer were long 28591|Before I entered in to life; 28591|O, that I went forth in life 28591|Till I had made my heart athirst 28591|For Thy soul and soul's desire! 28591|Then could I trust in Thee 28591|And let the years go by 28591|With all a man may work in him 28591|Unto the end, a day! 28591|If I could lay me down in sleep, 28591|With all the burden of love gone by, 28591|I would not want the stars 28591|To be at my head, 28591|Or any other life 28591|To stand a master at my feet. 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 4670 ======================================== I had an eye for aye, 27221|And a heart for a score; 27221|And all those that loved me too, 27221|Were my pupils too. 27221|How blest am I that, far away, 27221|And with a heart like clay, 27221|To those happy lands I might retire 27221|And enjoy my still repose! 27221|But, ah! this pleasure is no more, 27221|For at each step I run 27221|There strikes a digger at my grave, 27221|And, from their morning work, to-morrow 27221|I am come, indeed! 27221|Though not at this late hour near me 27221|I lie to-night from all shocks 27221|Of death and doom; 27221|But where this time, in some distant clime, 27221|A traveller may go; 27221|The death-clasp, and the coffin stone, 27221|And I shall lie, forlorn, 27221|In peace, with the heart's treasure's share. 27221|But how this peace may last I know not.-- 27221|I shall lie, forlorn, 27221|To-morrow in some pasture-lot, 27221|With a sheep-hook at my side 27221|But, ah! this peace may last. 27221|But, ah! this peace may last. 27221|Yet, if I were a shepherdess, 27221|And on the mountains stole 27221|Some wandering, blissful maid, or nymph, 27221|'Twas but for thee, the one sole thing, 27221|I'd miss not of two years on me, 27221|Nor a single year on thee, 27221|Of the years that now have fled 27221|But, ah! this peace may last. 27221|Then, for thyself, when grown to man's estate, 27221|If thou dost not fondly lie, 27221|Or a little, though thou canst not smother, 27221|On the heart of me, its care 27221|Or the care of friends or country,--thou must find 27221|A firmer trust, my sister, 27221|And a closer, sweeter embrace, 27221|From the kisses of thee. 27221|Though I have seen but tears 27221|Beneath the tear, and yet 27221|Thy smile was always bright, 27221|Now that our eyes have met. 27221|But remember, I, 27221|For thee would ask a boon, 27221|If but a hand were mine. 27221|And, if a hand so good, 27221|I should to thee repair, 27221|And if the place we chose, 27221|We so justly should prize. 27221|In some fair city drest, 27221|With numerous troops I'd roam, 27221|And in that City rest, 27221|If thou hadst but but in my 27221|Locks the highest favor. 27221|Where, as thou'rt wont with me, thou may'st with me roam, 27221|In all the Locks and Company largest keep, 27221|In all the Locks at once, and in their evergreen, 27221|The highest and the best: 27221|All the Keys, where one lock unlocks another three, 27221|In each Lock and opening, I shall rest and spend 27221|My days and nights with thee. 27221|No stranger's foot may enter those dark paths of death, 27221|Nor any stranger's eye gaze on those dread Ways; 27221|He that walks there shall not see the sun, nor the flowers, 27221|Nor the green bushes on those enchanted meadows: 27221|But his footsteps, Lord, shall walk, 27221|When, His footsteps, Nature's, by Thy sweet commands 27221|Borne in the wings of angels, He shall kneel, and tell 27221|How deep I lain under those dismal depths of His, 27221|Like some poor babbler drowned in the gulfs of Hell. 27221|Hush! oh, hush! my quiet will be; 27221|That I may speak Thy will in vain. 27221|O Thou who lone'st the world among, 27221|Let not Thy deep compassion move 27221|Another's heart to sin. ======================================== SAMPLE 4680 ======================================== 8197|But as the dawn is soft and fair, 8197|And the moonlight glimmer, so, 8197|We sat together by the lake 8197|With my heart full of dreams. 8197|The waters whispered to the rocks 8197|Their tender thoughts forlorn, 8197|That the world's great stars were dying 8197|In the fires they were beneath. 8197|Ah, love, the world is dying, 8197|And life is nought but lone, 8197|And I, alone in darkness, 8197|Have never found thee yet. 8197|_I heard the beat of your wings!_ 8197|_You spoke for me in vain, brother!_ 8197|But I heard her voice, and then 8197|I woke and we both were awake. 8197|_We found the place for a garden, 8197|You were the wife and I was the lad._ 8197|We met in the morning to go, 8197|She was so fair and I was so tall. 8197|She said, "It's the wrong time of the year 8197|To meet in the Spring, you know:" 8197|And I said, "I'll wait here all day 8197|Till October bring the rains." 8197|She said, "You see, dear, the rain 8197|Has come on the town at last." 8197|She was proud, she laughed to scorn 8197|My fear, "Oh, you will go?" she said. 8197|But when the storm came down on us 8197|It made our souls apart grow chill. 8197|And then the Spring went by, and then 8197|The flowers turned pale and all forgot. 8197|At last we parted, and she took 8197|My hand and smiled and went her way. 8197|And I know now I never could 8197|Recall the glow of Autumn when 8197|She kissed me here, last, on this same spot. 8197|What will life bring again? 8197|I'll let you plan it then, 8197|There's many to ponder, men, 8197|But I'll read some old book.... 8197|--It was a letter full of love, 8197|Full of all joy and bliss. 8197|It was a letter, full and free, 8197|Full of all dreams, it said. 8197|And I found, as though lost at sea, 8197|That she, the one I loved the most, 8197|Was sitting in her garden there, 8197|With a rose in her hand.... 8197|Then suddenly upon my mind 8197|Suddenly flashed the sweet note 8197|Full of wild words of joy and hope-- 8197|Full of hopes, but dim for me, 8197|And of love, but sweeter for her. 8197|I laughed, "It's the Winter," I said. 8197|And I said, "'Tis the lovely Spring," 8197|My heart was full, my eyes were bright: 8197|"I'll let you take the rose," she said, 8197|I said, "Oh, take the rose!" 8197|How the wind-flowers were blown 8197|All about the garden beds, 8197|(How the dew-drops were seen, 8197|How the flowers were found, 8197|How the little birds would dance 8197|Harmonious on the trees, 8197|How the forest shades were stirred 8197|With their sweetest voice, and stirred 8197|Every leaf and every spray 8197|Into unresting chords 8197|Of surprise and amaze, 8197|That they had been sent to tell 8197|This, the wonder of the world,-- 8197|This, the wonder of the world! 8197|I shall go back to the great Sea-lands 8197|When the sun and all its armies fall, 8197|I shall come from the lands of mist and light 8197|To the lands that are dear to me. 8197|Oh, give me the sun, the sun! 8197|I am weary of my clay-bound clay 8197|And my heavy sleep, 8197|And my sorrows that I builded in clay. 8197|The wind sweeps over the earth, 8197|The fog creeps over the sea, ======================================== SAMPLE 4690 ======================================== 19385|And a' that ilka thing to gie, 19385|Though some may hae it o'er gushin out, 19385|Nae mair they'l think o' it a'; 19385|But aye an' mair it hang i' the sun 19385|It gies the country a' her round." 19385|It occurred to me one day, 19385|As I was sitin' down, 19385|To see the "Lane on Lan" folk, 19385|That a' were at their he'rts. 19385|I said, "How do ye do, 19385|How is your hairt, Jack? 19385|It's a' siller we grew thegither,-- 19385|It's a' siller that comes o' glee! 19385|But it's a' siller o' the gentry 19385|It's siller o' siller. 19385|"Thae o' ye are noa lange-hearted, 19385|For we've a' gownds to gie; 19385|There may nae be a gude o' men, 19385|An' nae a lass I'll wed. 19385|"An' now to gie our lanely he'rt, 19385|Ye maunn't be sae glear;-- 19385|It's nae time for muckle mindedness, 19385|Wi' siller o' the gentry. 19385|"An' now to gie our lanely he'rt, 19385|Thro' a' sorts o' degrees 19385|O' that is the way o' the yeer, 19385|O' the nobles that wear the een; 19385|For they'll all be gude enough, 19385|If they're gude, as gudewife should be, 19385|An' they're gude, they'll be nae fou." 19385|A bard I know sae blythe an' blithesome, 19385|As ever sang on leal shores, 19385|Wha sang o' guid blinks in the gowan-drift, 19385|Sair sairly did resemble thee; 19385|But auld sportin' B---n he's ower fond, 19385|And sae bewsit me my e'e; 19385|Sae I ha'e gleg a song o' my sang, 19385|Sae I ha'e gleg a brawling song; 19385|But it's aye sune that auld O' B--n 19385|Can put a sing-song to the tither, 19385|An' sing the sang o' his brither. 19385|Tune--"_I wish I were home._" 19385|The lady of my heart, 19385|Ah, woo my sweet! 19385|How can she care for 19385|The world's flattering? 19385|For my soul is won 19385|By the smile o' her smile, 19385|An', woo my sweet! 19385|I never shall wed a chiel, 19385|Ah, woo my sweet! 19385|I'll hae her for a frien', 19385|Ah, woo my sweet! 19385|She's the sweetest frien' 19385|That ever did breathe; 19385|An' woo my sweet! 19385|Tune--"_O sing, ye lads o' Ancorley._" 19385|The merry bells are ringing fair, 19385|The merry bells are ringing clear, 19385|The morn begins to rock and reel, 19385|But never will I miss my walks. 19385|The merry bells are sounding forth, 19385|The merry bells are sounding free, 19385|And round the glen amang the trees, 19385|The merry bells are sounding gay. 19385|Away, away, you moorland laddies, 19385|And your pretty, ploughlands bairnies; 19385|Your squires and lasses, if a soul you'll marry, 19385|Let them go straightin' on down at Liddel. 19385|The morn has struck a daffin' colour, 19385|An' aye the white-lip'd sowl ======================================== SAMPLE 4700 ======================================== 1745|Of their high-priest, or of his own Deitie, 1745|A Son that on the Earth had been ere now 1745|His Father's Son: and though by him committed 1745|To exile and desert, yet in him 1745|His Father gloriously receiv'd; by whom 1745|His mightiest work was wrought by Spirit: which first 1745|With Nature to produce, and last with Sense, 1745|Pervious to union, he produc'd: 1745|Among Adam's offspring farr less, but more 1745|Spiritual, intellectual, and faithful, 1745|Then human: so that human surpassing 1745|Beanstane was call'd: that human was call'd 1745|Spirit, more excellent, more excellent farr, 1745|Than to be just God's peculiar dower. 1745|Him from this Fount (where all good things ceas'd to flow) 1745|Deserting his own Faith, and sudden fall 1745|Gluttons thir favourite, and excuses them 1745|With sacraments profane; due lastly to thee, 1745|Heav'n's King, who at the foot of Rhamnus' Farm, 1745|Upon the hill's expanse, a voluntary 1745|Babes grave, where many a boy light stombly Loves 1745|And Kisses to his Father many a laudable 1745|Kiss. There penitent, some few days they rejoyc'd 1745|Their innocent youth, and on other sort of Oil 1745|Lasting, spent themselves in Juger or in Wine. 1745|Thou, who for blind lust whyto thy Priests dost raise 1745|Thy vailable Organs, and dost apply 1745|Thy subtile Opinsions, from thy Manufactures bend 1745|Then, Son of God, from thee infuse an thy Aid 1745|For ever; farr beyond what strong Desire 1745|Concurring to promote or to discompose 1745|Man's impetuous Mind; whose Wrath disburd'ry'd 1745|And who, of evil Man, with impious Wrath 1745|Blind, makes even the Good grieve; thy Wrath renew'd 1745|Springs from the Inflicted Torment old found, 1745|And, like a Wast away, from infamie 1745|Goes headlong; yet not unaveng'd will it stay 1745|When after Squall it Shoaits Life away 1745|Into oblivion, or when over Maritine 1745|It drifts with Reductions; yet not unaveng'd 1745|Will it consume itself above the Stake set on it, 1745|But cold and dead will fly up to it, dry 1745|As the Land Whose Lute nam'd it; in these last game 1745|The sooner to end or gain, the sooner play. 1745|Thou to thy Soul wilt give the Playing Bread, 1745|To play the Soul that never tired playing, 1745|So that by turns the Circulation may 1745|Take where it list, and rise as yonder Hill 1745|Awhile dividing thy given Sphere; then turn 1745|Into more spacious Posterity, and fix 1745|Each in his just begetter, as ye had heark'n 1745|Each different; that perhaps this Conjoining Day 1745|May for Philosopher and all day long 1745|Endear old names, and make old Fields new. 1745|Who is the Gracious Maker? He that studious sees 1745|Doe all things, and not made, has all things seen; 1745|Who is the Creator? He that all things help 1745|Doe all things, and not helped, has all things pluckt 1745|Into their proper ripisfide, and good. 1745|Who doth not rest, but onward drives his chariot, 1745|Pites, and beseechings mild, his Foes to aid: 1745|Who resteth, all things for his own pleasaunce, 1745|Cannot rest: vain Presbyter that thou art, 1745|That art Reproduc't, and from thee Reproduc't 1745|The Spawn of Heav'n, that makst reproduction 1745|Of Earth, and ======================================== SAMPLE 4710 ======================================== 8787|I stand as at the entry of a gate: from either 8787|streams at once my forehead and my neck. Of him 8787|Thy wish has been, and this is granted thee, who 8787|Framest such a face as Guido del Duca 8787|Had in remembrance, when he Achazon saw." 8787|ANOTHER LADY spake, fain to intervene: 8787|"Child of misfortune! that I should have thee 8787|Listen to my tale: for more it fits me 8787|Then to omit. The cause I bring not back, 8787|Why ordered remains the history of my loss, 8787|When so the other went." With that I felt 8787|Power, and was led to where my Lady was. 8787|There entered standing forth a morbid shade, 8787|Both maim'd and mangled; and his curved-blade 8787|Into their shoulders 'stacking, from the spine 8787|Cleft their mangled forms. After redress of 8787|Their fall, the murtherous fiends this while have stayed, 8787|Thus asking: "Who is this, painted soothed?" 8787|But answer made: "He who sits thus fuzz'd, 8787|The fault of artifice, at Perse where we 8787|Are thrust down with the rest: he to our loss 8787|Presents his guerdon, he, so satisfied, 8787|Now will depart." To whom the shade: "So rule 8787|Thou in my stead; I among the rest 8787|Take thee, and follow." Meantime one clad 8787|In single brevity upon the ground 8787|Before them stood, in likeness of a groom 8787|Who, hearing of our meeting, sits and waits; 8787|And of such dress as one who lodges keep 8787|For other hired help. E'en as the troop 8787|Of doves, upon a cliff or tree-topate, 8787|Though vanish'd, yet retain the same inhabitant; 8787|Each kept in its own neighbourhood and keep 8787|The secret of its dwelling; these, therefore, 8787|Each kept his crest, and all were so ashen, 8787|Nor move they one another, soot clothe'd 8787|Each throat, the stubborne last, still ail'd alike. 8787|All these, when they had thrice declar'd their will, 8787|Turn'd again unto the first strait they found. 8787|Meanwhile the glorious beacon, well perform'd 8787|His word, on the high-toned waves had spread his blaze. 8787|Upon the third swelling breeze, which now arrived, 8787|We stake our bark and launch again into the green. 8787|NOW was the day departing, and the air, 8787|Opened to day, bereft of all mortal woe, 8787|Plus full of beatific blessing sounded; 8787|Plus much avail'd of hope, in spirits rapt, 8787|Those spirits, who hope, hope, where ye shall find her. 8787|With otherwise happ'd many a beauteous band, 8787|I leave them in such cheerless tempests thrown, 8787|As seem'd, to those, who heard the otherwise true; 8787|But, to the rest, that, lingering long on earth, 8787|Waited the Mediator's Mediator's care; 8787|Whom soon of hope bewatched, and with what effulgence 8787|Airs express'd the rising of the ever-living 8787|! illumin'd by the sun, or e'en the moon's beams! 8787|Ah! not in vain the nations have held conference 8787|To rescue from the deep abyss the light 8787|Of grace divine, through all that vault of bliss, 8787|Where, for the faithful trinity, Michael 8787|And Paul, the latter journey'd in their faith. 8787|My master thus began: "My heart, which long 8787|Vex not thee, saving in thy constant faith, 8787|Thou well deserv'st it. But as on my part 8787|Is grudging any accord to thee, that comes 8787|To deduct the sickly from the healthy wain, 8787|So, to discontinue premature jousting, ======================================== SAMPLE 4720 ======================================== 19221|For my soul's peace, 19221|My soul's spirit is the air 19221|That nears us is; 19221|The peace that lies 19221|Deep-vers'd in all the stars, 19221|The peace that loves to rest 19221|Within the silent moon. 19221|All other peace 19221|Is like a thirsty plant 19221|That hath not water in its cup; 19221|But kissing bids the cup renew 19221|Its wonted supply. 19221|So do these glances fill 19221|My soul with strange delight 19221|And sweet new-wedded joy: 19221|For thence, without deceit, 19221|They bring back such visions fair 19221|As memory brings from far, 19221|That else had been destroyed. 19221|The stars are kindled bright 19221|In heav'n's own deep serene; 19221|No cloud is on the face of heaven 19221|But there the wings of starlings are! 19221|Thus with the rising sun 19221|Proud Alice through the dark woods flies: 19221|Much having surmised before, 19221|That unseen spirits, that descend 19221|To inform our sight by night, 19221|Must there come thither, who reveal 19221|Even that which on the part unseen 19221|Most charms our sense; so looking far, 19221|They gaze on many a holy place, 19221|On shrines and deities trod 19221|By saints trod by sainted foot; 19221|On birds of passage; on the swift 19221|Shadow that they bring; on other signs 19221|By which we're led, where now we're bent; 19221|--This, this they tell us, still is seen 19221|In skies serene, and often they 19221|Drive us to holy things. 19221|But how to think of these is not yet 19221|Likeliest, or how they can depart 19221|So suddenly; nor how so numb 19221|The senses must be, since we should feel 19221|As if some warner smote us on the cheek; 19221|Or likelier, seeing how calm the place, 19221|And how low lying, how much strength 19221|In women lies, some vertuous hand, 19221|From off the earth have risen up 19221|To draw us nearer, when we call 19221|Upon their mighty influence: 19221|Or how on earth they can not pass 19221|Together,--let us but consider 19221|That they are nearer hence, and that 19221|Even in the upper air 19221|The spirits of men, that move and have 19221|Rotation, have some resemblance 19221|Of that which we experience there: 19221|Nor think that they above us still 19221|Live, nor that they below us do 19221|Fear nor wrong, being so obeyed 19221|By lawful power. 19221|O fools! impotent of thought! 19221|O senseless, senseless self-conceit! 19221|In midst of battle shot and crushed, 19221|If some poor ox shall stumble o'er 19221|Some frozen log, some icy bolt 19221|Shall send him plunging downward to the deep: 19221|Then let th' avenging thunder roar, 19221|Let God's strong bolts down fall and roll 19221|On his dark body like a horde of hell! 19221|My thoughts, like eagles dauntless, 19221|Foresee the danger, 19221|And with quick wing prompt the deed: 19221|But, deceived, are slow 19221|To come in close encounter 19221|With cruel foes, 19221|Or give the surer mark 19221|Where unwearied war is kept:-- 19221|O fools! impotent of thought! 19221|O senseless, senseless self-conceit! 19221|When any man shall smite 19221|In expectation vain 19221|And hope too lofty for the close, 19221|The surer danger coming fast 19221|Will in a moment be alone: 19221|The quick undreaded fight 19221|Of thoughtless youth, 19221|Will on some sudden sudden seize; 19221|And, mastering all he meets, 19221|Fiercely he strikes ======================================== SAMPLE 4730 ======================================== 2383|And he withal spake to the lady faire: 2383|"Now be content thee, thou that all this while 2383|Have been a little child, and loved of men; 2383|Ye have not seen her, Lady, that me slew." 2383|She answered him: "She is dead and gone. 2383|He that hath slain her may not have her, 2383|For I heard her voice, the voice of Mary, 2383|When the foul sword was by me, and this was Eve; 2383|When I fell down with my teeth in my blood, 2383|Before God it is well to have fallen: 2383|Then would I have had my love in this world: 2383|But now that the Lord me hath so saved!" 2383|This was Sir Lancelot, and the Lady he knew 2383|Within a forest hard by a green wood; 2383|Where as lieth the water of the brook Bencass, 2383|That all the days thou mayst drink thereof: 2383|Yet she was fairer than she is to-day: 2383|And therefore hath she passed all this way, 2383|For, having made his name a name a witness, 2383|To his land it is not by any troth, 2383|But hath this right of going into wedlock, 2383|That whoso taketh her away doth her good. 2383|Then was there battle on the left hand side, 2383|And so was the great fray began between 2383|That all this world had set a lustier by, 2383|Than the true thing were for man to do. 2383|Yet would they go on the other side so, 2383|That neither side had any fear within: 2383|For they of one had full cause in this wise 2383|To be in wonder at their love's discourse: 2383|So that God might that they might not be slain, 2383|For Godlie and the noble lady were. 2383|And yet the king in love hath more intent 2383|To be his knight, than himself is to slay. 2383|And with the battle they gan oft debate, 2383|And every man his choice chose his spouse. 2383|Of that chaste woman the first choice was, 2383|Which she received of all, as it is read. 2383|And forth upon her steed she went on ride, 2383|As a great lady she was in her might, 2383|And to her lady-maids full many a spear, 2383|As in the battle she was come by night. 2383|She looked upon that lady bright, 2383|And saw her in her form and face alight; 2383|She was so great and such a lady bright: 2383|And for her sake her blood was warm within. 2383|For thus it fell out in short space, 2383|That the valiant lady was undone 2383|By the young knight that loved her heart so well, 2383|And that her beauty unto this day 2383|Comes up through the memory of her grace. 2383|And this was ever her lamentation, 2383|And for her blood ran blood; her tears ran rain. 2383|With which the mighty lady was dismayed, 2383|That every man might have his part: 2383|She stood by the king of men again, 2383|And to her sorrow told her mournful case; 2383|And the king was sorry in his ire, 2383|And the lady did her weeping turn, 2383|And at her side full many a spear 2383|Of the French men she laid, and they were sore, 2383|Whereby full many a gallant knight 2383|As for a knight of the English court 2383|That had been true to a lady's side, 2383|And to her heart was false and undone 2383|And unto God for all his grace and light 2383|Was she called, and from her inmost thought 2383|As she had seen him in his prime appear: 2383|For of her love were a thousand ways 2383|And of her love were a thousand things. 2383|Then was the lady's heart all troubled, 2383|Sorrow of heart of her loved one's good: 2383|Her tears she would not let her speech refrain 2383|From weeping out in ======================================== SAMPLE 4740 ======================================== 8795|At length to me appears. It seemed to me 8795|As if a living song were near at hand; 8795|And this, though sudden and without number, 8795|Sounded like that which by the race 8795|In Chiauno, or Thebes, was set to sound 8795|When the great Oracle shook the earth. 8795|The sounds were so diverse, and so sweet, 8795|That had I but known them, with my sense 8795|They had been all advanced before. 8795|The beauteous island, Mona, seem'd 8795|Appear as she, who wee is clad in white, 8795|The lady of the solitary haunt. 8795|"He, who now moves against my purpose, comes 8795|From where Tithonus tumbling falls," 8795|Thus did the dame begin; "and he returns 8795|Rehearsev him thorns and heast, as doth beseem 8795|A living creature. Often on mountain sides 8795|The eagle beats his wings, imbalms his reins, 8795|And through the air lets fly his eyes of ice. 8795|So on this occasion many suns have fled, 8795|Since to my ears such fury siren came, 8795|That my first thought was of the pestilence, 8795|And not of sweet Helena's name. 8795|But he, returning, like the bird without wing, 8795|Which calls itself some heavenly bird, is heard; 8795|And in such like manner can I, without 8795|Being chased, or chas'd, or broken or lost. 8795|He, under whom the long-neck'd eagle builds, 8795|Was Callistes, pupil of Pan. Camus 8795|Hence hath rendered to the Latin tongue 8795|That old name, which was the source of all 8795|Tasteless things. The earlier wild-moons hurl'd 8795|The thunder from those sturdy rocks, that now 8795|Strikes but the vale, and then the sylvan top, 8795|Demands our care. To him were known even 8795|The courses of the spring, and the short sleep 8795|Sacred to love. Hence softer is the sap 8795|Unto that part of nature, where it buds 8795|Most readily, that receives the wound 8795|Of just disdain. These rivers, drawing forth 8795|From out the rocky steep, together turn 8795|Their turbid wares, and leave a scene 8795|Sanguinary as Inarime. The ground 8795|They below then skim, that mostly flows, but them 8795|The watery palaces around repair, 8795|And ruin with their watery mansions stain'd. 8795|Howling that they were ruin'd, a black bird, hurl'd 8795|Against a blasted oak, thus panted loud. 8795|Why stand'st thou turning, and camouflaging, 8795|The evil which is impending, not shown? 8795|Thee, O vanity, hast overthrowing 8795|Thyself, and ruin'd mankind! Thee the bull 8795|Unhappy did presage, and the woodland heart 8795|Of all the forest-work of Bohemia 8795|Hath bereft him now, and left him in the arms 8795|Of bitter fate. What need hast thou of this, 8795|When nothing yet has chanc'd to spoil or choyz'd 8795|The joy that in my thought and presence beats 8795|More strong than rightfooted ermine's dance? 8795|He scarce had said, but, beaming fierce and kind, 8795|New realities appear'd not far away: 8795|I saw the form of him, that Mary took 8795|From the beloved, when that veil was rent: 8795|I saw the two embrace, beneath a tree 8795|Whose shade was beautifi'd; and behind 8795|A throng of women, with scattered flowers 8795|And sweet-smelling herbs were meetly strow'd. 8795|As when distinct a certain bird of prey, 8795|Bent on its din, and sung his matin song, 8795|E'en such a train of beauties wore, behind 8795|The ======================================== SAMPLE 4750 ======================================== 13646|And they say that he never had a tooth, 13646|Because he never used his tongue. 13646|Three-legged Frog 13646|Three-legged Frog came up from the south; 13646|He stood on his head like a pole; 13646|And he drank up all the weather; 13646|And the best of the tea he could get 13646|Was from little Three-legged Frog. 13646|Three-legged Frog 13646|Three-legged Frog jumped over the moon; 13646|He was looking at the top of the hill; 13646|And he said, "Oh, my head! I can't lie low, 13646|For the moon looks very large to me." 13646|Three-legged Frog 13646|Tumbling down 13646|Tumbled down, 13646|There was an old woman, and what do you think? 13646|Her hair was rather thick, and her eyes were quite blue. 13646|Her joints were also somewhat strait, and her gown 13646|Was quite old-fashioned; and, besides, 'twas all silk. 13646|She lived at the Fair of Bumpering, and sold 13646|Her ducks and ducklings three on the following table: 13646|Cream 13646|One for her little boy 13646|Frog 13646|And then 13646|If you can guess 13646|Which, you're welcome. 13646|She brought her table to the Fair, and all the people bought it; 13646|And her clothes were all very new, and with what luxury 13646|Had she dressed them? her gooseberry blouse and her blouse- 13646|It was a beautiful evening, and the lights were bright, 13646|And she danced a little in the ring, and she danced again. 13646|The ring seemed to dance, the music seemed to flutter, 13646|And the dancing-dust was all of a gold and a blue. 13646|The dust was just as brown as the grass was sheen, 13646|And it shone in the moonlight, and the moonlight shined 13646|Like a moonbeam on her feet, and her gown had a streak 13646|Across it, that the turtle dove beneath. 13646|"What shall I do?" said the Three Little Pigs. 13646|"Oh, here, take a piece," said the Three Little Pigs. 13646|"A good stout nibble," said the Three Little Pigs. 13646|But when the old man saw his poor animals whimpering, 13646|He said, "It's all for the best," and he went to buy a pen. 13646|His wife was not at home, and she cried out in alarm, 13646|"For what's the use of hiding things when we can wail? 13646|What ails my wife? I'm afraid she's dying, my dear." 13646|The Three Little Pigs were very angry, and they said, 13646|"Oh, you mustn't! we've no business bringing you up, ye dear! 13646|We've six poor children, and we don't know not how to be merry." 13646|They were much startled when she said, "I won't be a-bait, 13646|I won't let these children enter on us, ye dear! 13646|I shouldn't mind the little pig, for I want the big pig to come home, 13646|They brought the pigs home to his father, one, two, three, 13646|And they all cried when they found the pig that wasn't his father. 13646|His mother had thought, "What a pity that a pig that's old can't come 13646|home with the little pigs that his father has bred," 13646|And they brought his father away, and they cried all the way to 13646|the house to see him, and his brothers and sisters cried also. 13646|With a bow over his head, and with a bit of string, 13646|His very dear father came back with a bit of string. 13646|Then the little pigs sat in the little pens, 13646|And said sweetly, "Oh dear, our father wants us." 13646|They didn't go to play with the other pigs, 13646|They watched them quite carefully while they could. 13646|And they said, "Oh, dear, how pleased we are when we see pigs go walking!" 13646|The Three ======================================== SAMPLE 4760 ======================================== 25953|From the fish-hair springs to wash it. 25953|Thus he sowed the fish's hair, 25953|Ploughs the furrow with his sword and hatchet, 25953|And a cornfield with it he covers. 25953|'Twas the night before the evening, 25953|When the time for the marriage-feast, 25953|And the band was playing merrily, 25953|And the dance was round the room. 25953|Väinämöinen, old and steadfast, 25953|Went to rest his limbs upon snow-shoes, 25953|And upon poles his slippers he wrapped, 25953|And upon his cap he draped it. 25953|And upon his arm he laid his slippers, 25953|With the cap on his head he laid it, 25953|Whence he lifted his head erect. 25953|O'er the heather laid his cap, 25953|Like the head of a young plantain, 25953|And his head he rested on his bosom. 25953|By the door was sowing of the corn, 25953|And the field by the white hillside; 25953|By the door was sowing of the rye, 25953|And the rye-field by the silver hillside. 25953|In the field was sowing of the rye, 25953|In the field was sowing of the rye. 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|Hailed with singing a young plantain, 25953|And the corn he called and bade him gather 25953|Heaps upon heaps of golden rye. 25953|But he could not gather loads of rye. 25953|So he plowed all the ground in pieces, 25953|And he broke them all all in pieces, 25953|On the bare and sandy bottoms. 25953|Then in sledge he raised the body, 25953|On the sledge he went to the cornfields, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow, 25953|"Bread I'll sow, and rye I'll gather; 25953|I shall sow the gold in the mountains, 25953|And the silver in the ocean. 25953|"Butter, bread and eggs I'll give you, 25953|Which shall last for many autumn-days, 25953|For a thousand years of ages." 25953|Then the youthful son of Pohja 25953|Downward fixed his skilful fingers, 25953|And his fingers drew the sledge with ease, 25953|In the way the old man pointed him. 25953|In the sledge the sledge he fixed him, 25953|And upon it sat him down erect, 25953|In the sledge the youthful son of Pohja, 25953|And the sledge he spoke as follows: 25953|"Golden rye, butter, eggs I'll give you, 25953|And an omelet in plenty made, 25953|Which shall last for many autumn-days, 25953|For a thousand years of ages. 25953|When the golden grain is sown, 25953|In the mows by the golden sledge, 25953|Golden bits are laid upon sledge-boards, 25953|Golden bits of golden strength. 25953|"When the golden rye is sown, 25953|On the furrows in the rocky hill-side, 25953|Golden snares are laid around it, 25953|And a fire is kindled underneath." 25953|Then he sought the sledge for cornland, 25953|Where the rye was sown, and sought it, 25953|Came there, to gather his cornland, 25953|And he gathered the golden rye. 25953|Then he came and spoke the words, 25953|And he turned his face from eastward, 25953|When he perceived it 'neath the heaven, 25953|In the sledge he sowed his cornland, 25953|And the golden grain upon the sledge-side, 25953|While on sledge he sowed his cornland, 25953|With the golden snares on both sides. 25953|Vipunen, O thou ancient hero, 25953|In thy sledge of much abundance, 25953|Give us some harvest-field, my people." 25953|Then the aged Väinäm ======================================== SAMPLE 4770 ======================================== 1365|And yet to this our life of pain and toil and care, 1365|In all thy joyous youth and beauty, now! 1365|Yes, youth and beauty; in thy face and way, 1365|In thy light, as in thy counsel, they are there; 1365|And I can love thee and I can venerate, 1365|Till the stars and sun and heaven shall all agree, 1365|And all life's echoes, echoing back our praise! 1365|The words have been spoken; we have parted. 1365|Now, O my friends, may all the hopes and all the fears 1365|Of this, our summer, pass into the future,-- 1365|The future of the world, when Time shall fly 1365|His footprints on the sands and shall have passed! 1365|The summer of our life passes, still unbroken; 1365|The leaves fall, the flowers come forth, the woods unclose; 1365|But the summer of our youth is now expired,-- 1365|Too brief for our great hearts' desires; too brief 1365|For the quick throbbing of our souls' desire; 1365|The song of our young hearts' hopes and dreams is sung 1365|In the old voices of our sorrowful years! 1365|And thus, while your life's youth still lingers, go 1365|In the old ways that you hope to learn in youth, 1365|And in the faith of your true heart believe! 1365|And when you hear it from me and can but see me 1365|In the night when I was your faithful friend,-- 1365|When I may kneel at your little hearth-fire's hearth 1365|To thank you for that gift of your life so sweet, 1365|That I remember now, in my sorrow free, 1365|The old loves, the dear hopes, and the old dreams of yore, 1365|And hear your name called in gladness ever sung 1365|As a voice in sweetest melodies is sung; 1365|And the old days come back; and the old years go by; 1365|And I hear, from the past, and I see, and I hear,-- 1365|As I lie in the silence I loved so well,-- 1365|The dreams that I dreamed, the old songs I sung! 1365|The old days go! At the close of day 1365|The new sun is risen, and a new day 1365|Shall brighten the world. 1365|The old days, that are fast passing away, 1365|Shall rise above this world and make it sweet 1365|With their glory, and so shall you forget 1365|The years that pass. 1365|And all of the old friends rise up with you 1365|And go and live with you. But if you go 1365|And perish in your sadness and your sin, 1365|Be sure that you too shall be remembered 1365|By this fair world of ours; 1365|And all shall pay you a deep, a loving, 1365|abundant, beautiful, unthinking, young, 1365|unshadowed, unimpassioned, joyous, free, 1365|thrifty, generous, blameless youth. 1365|I know not of your faith or your courage 1365|Nor of your friendship of a less note truth; 1365|Nor do I care. You have the faith of Jonah, 1365|The courage of Samson, the gladness of Mary, 1365|The gladness of a new moon coming and of you, 1365|Too new and too fair to perish. 1365|You are too young! 1365|That has been written up into the heavens 1365|With a written pen. 1365|You are too young! 1365|The sun is the first-born of those that sing 1365|In the new songs of the new earth. 1365|But when you are weary of song and of song, 1365|You must go on at once to the place 1365|Of the songs that are born, and the songs that will go 1365|on forever more. 1365|The world is full of beauty and life, 1365|And there is song in every breath; 1365|But I have no spirit and never shall 1365|Until I have had a dream of song. 1365|The song that is ======================================== SAMPLE 4780 ======================================== 2619|And a baby with a golden ring on. 2619|I have seen all the colors of the sky, 2619|I have touched the ends of worlds; and each one 2619|Was a little pearl, in some strange way. 2619|And now I will take my little ones 2619|Out upon the hill, all to roam, 2619|And I will take them, just for fun, 2619|Across the Fell Gelding from Errington! 2619|The loneliest star that ever was 2619|In all the vault of heaven was mine; 2619|And I called it "Rose", for she was dear. 2619|A violet in that bed I wore 2619|As my dear little Daisy's cover; 2619|'Twas like a little tiny star 2619|In the great purple sky; and the star, 2619|In my fond arms, in a dream would rise, 2619|And kiss my little little star! 2619|And all day long, in the crimson glow, 2619|I clasped her to my heart, and kissed. 2619|And ever, in the crimson fire, 2619|Athwart me stole a starry breath: 2619|My little darling star of flame, 2619|That was the violet! And you see 2619|The rest of the story. You see, 2619|I was a fool who was not wise. 2619|You see, I had a little home, 2619|A house of my own, and I loved 2619|Not for its size, nor its value, 2619|But for its roses, my dear. 2619|And you see, with yellow, black, and white, 2619|And roses of every hue, 2619|I gathered every petal and leaf, 2619|And carried them to my dear. 2619|And sometimes, when the moon had risen, 2619|And shadows stript the skies, 2619|I saw them flicker in the air, 2619|And sometimes, night-winds sighing, 2619|I heard them say, "Blessed are the dead!" 2619|And sometimes in the pale white moonlight 2619|I saw the roses fade. 2619|But oh, the fragrance of the night, 2619|Which I called back from my home, 2619|For the rose of the dead is finer than speech-- 2619|And better than writing book! 2619|So when the Spring came, and the lovely flowers 2619|Brought out all sweet in beauty's Spring, 2619|I gave one little rose, just one rose, 2619|Just for myself, to-night. 2619|I put the heart within my hand, 2619|I gave my arm a little pinch, 2619|I kissed my dear beautiful head, 2619|And then, so pale, I sat me down, 2619|And let the tears fall fast and deep. 2619|I let the tears fall fast and deep; 2619|I looked about for the lost one; 2619|I took my little hand, I threw, 2619|I was alone! 2619|But in the dark a shadow lay, 2619|And a shadow came to the door, 2619|Standing near with its head bowed low; 2619|"And is there not a shadow, you ask?" 2619|It said, in a low voice low, 2619|"For I am a shadow too, my son." 2619|God, is it God, in the darkness, that I can see 2619|The dear little face that was mine, the dear little face 2619|That was mine, mine, mine! 2619|The dear little face with the deep blossom crown; 2619|God, is it God, in the darkness, that I can hear 2619|The dear little voice that was mine, the dear little voice 2619|That was mine, mine, mine! 2619|I looked across the darkened land; 2619|The clouds were heavy-weighty things, 2619|They made the sun in my path seem low: 2619|I looked across the desolate sea, 2619|Where every wind its blast would blow 2619|Had borne the sky and ocean home; 2619|And on the sands, that were the moon, 2619|I saw a speck of gold. 2619|So close you ======================================== SAMPLE 4790 ======================================== 19226|And with a softness that is all but his own. 19226|To him the summer is a time to be fine; 19226|To him the winter is a place to be grand; 19226|To him he loves the autumn of each season 19226|For it was there he heard the plaintive bells; 19226|Wherefore I do not fear thy spirit's state 19226|Because thou art so strangely mad, to me? 19226|And thou hast been and loved so long and so well, 19226|I can see that 'tis not such anguish sore. 19226|The winter is not like the years, so cold 19226|And dry of days, and wearily for ever; 19226|We all of us are of that old stock a little, 19226|But you have done a mighty deal of cost; 19226|The year that is now a year of grief may be 19226|A year of sorrow in the long gone day. 19226|Then let me mourn this time, as other days will mourn! 19226|For life is always sad when any man dies. 19226|The morning is dark at his departure! Oh! 19226|Can any think, from this very cloud that flies 19226|In thimblest robes, there is no other thing but Death? 19226|Oh! that each man's spirit, when withdrawn from clay, 19226|Might then come through this earth we are passing o'er 19226|With a light of rapture or with pain to dine! 19226|We have to work, of necessity; we must drink, 19226|Cursing, we are not given all the pleasures here; 19226|We're doomed, without the means to say "I accost." 19226|We are never to be happy, we're doomed to see 19226|A pang that no God can surely meet; 19226|But to be glad is to be free. 19226|We need God's help, and where he may be none, 19226|There is help there for him and for us both, 19226|And, though 'tis hard to feel and henceforth shun, 19226|We want to work, and so we must; 19226|Oh! that each man's spirit, when withdrawn from clay, 19226|Might then come through this earth we are passing o'er, 19226|And, like the sun upon his pathway lighted, 19226|To smile at life and all in the pathless night, 19226|And to be glad is to be free. 19226|Then come this great day, my Lord! 'Tis God that sends it; 19226|Come, on with the best of us; this day in Christ's name, 19226|We're to be blest in His fullest love. 19226|No one can say, "I could not do it," 19226|For he may not be an only child; 19226|But, when the heart is always glad, one must be 19226|To do it, and he must be in Christ's name. 19226|Let there be laughter in his life-- 19226|A joy the living still can feel; 19226|Let there be hope that he will yet be glad, 19226|To work, and to be glad is to do it. 19226|Let there be praise in every hour-- 19226|In every deed--in every grace; 19226|Let there be hope he may yet be glad-- 19226|To be glad is to be free. 19226|Oh! that each man may do and dare, 19226|As Christ does, in his great name and fear! 19226|And if to-day is a journey too strange 19226|For one who has not learned his lessons well, 19226|A long, long journey which, though he would rather make, 19226|He is a part of, as of any burden he bears, 19226|Will help him then, and help him always. 19226|Oh! that each deed, as God doth will it, 19226|Shall strengthen him without losing it; 19226|And that a joy beyond his knowing can flow 19226|In the pure, serene life he ever leads. 19226|Oh! that he may love each day as God 19226|Does, in his name, in his fear, and his love. 19228|_First Series, or the First Five Years of Poetry._ 19228| ======================================== SAMPLE 4800 ======================================== 8187|Still, though 'tis true, 'twas surely nice 8187|That we found one _single_ place to die, 8187|One spot, however vile, however mean-- 8187|So, when, at length, we were no more-- 8187|So, when they found us at last at last 8187|Bought the least ease and comfort by the same. 8187|Then, when I look back, and mark that spot-- 8187|Where old Chaleur's bones, as plain as _My_ bones, 8187|Dipped their bones from the same hole, and there 8187|Lie--hushed--(yet ever on the _shining_ side)-- 8187|Where, as if (like the _same_ in a glass) 8187|These poor bones to be _turned_ were but shapen } 8187|Blocks quite like these which I saw, last summer, } 8187|Planted into these _eagle_-courses, when I stood, 8187|Here, in the same _hole_, and there, on _the_ same _gloor_! 8187|And, oh! that spot is the happiest I know-- 8187|(For though I've known sad times with _one_ sad friend 8187|Of my own age--and some were sadder, I own,) 8187|Yet tho' not his own, tho' far away, 8187|It is my fondest fancy that, thro' death, 8187|He still will lie--his grave--his grave; 8187|Still, tho' it be, still, as 'tis said, 8187|Such a very long way off, 8187|His grave and--his grave shall be. 8187|Yes. That's the most ideal of it-- 8187|That his grave should be some paradise 8187|In which he'd sleep and loiter, 8187|And, having lived in this delectable heaven, 8187|Sleep and leave to friends and God his _rest_. 8187|And tho' I may not be there, or yet be, 8187|And tho' I may not be, yet he _shall_ be! 8187|For, tho' I could not come, too far away, 8187|Even tho' I might, my soul would still be here. 8187|And, tho' I would not (love hath given me pain,) 8187|Felt I would not even miss him-- 8187|Were it not better to send up his grave 8187|Than _know_ he lived--and, even tho', of _us_, 8187|We yet must own, even tho', of _us_, we're not _there_, 8187|Oh! I should miss him--but, tho' I miss him so, 8187|Could I but live again, and _know myself_, 8187|I would not change it for love--or, heaven forbid, 8187|For to be _worse_ than I was then-- 8187|Yes, still, I should not change it for love--not I! 8187|And--should it not be better for us all 8187|To be--and know ourselves--and all our own, 8187|Without one _touch_ of pain?--all the same? 8187|Or would it be better thus, as heretofore, 8187|To--die, at last, before we'd _lost_ him? 8187|Not that I _know_ that he would stay; 8187|He knows I loved--all that--and still 8187|Love _him_--in some strange _dignity_, 8187|_And_ all those kisses, thro' whose light 8187|The sunset hues so delectable! 8187|But, oh, his spirit, should it roam, 8187|Thirsty, weak, or weary of the way, 8187|He'd love, to--come again--at last! 8187|Ah, no!--'tis not so. He loves-- 8187|In some _dignity_ of those long 8187|Kisses, thro' which--oh! 'twas a sight 8187|Of happiness--he could but miss! 8187|I know not if this beauteous youth, 8187|That once had warmed me to his charms 8187|So deeply and so ======================================== SAMPLE 4810 ======================================== 42058|We have beheld him; or, if less known, 42058|If more we could but trace him, we might 42058|(Although in deedless moods) trace, perchance, 42058|But one who in our eyes we can trace, 42058|We will to-night at the Inn at Bosoigne 42058|From the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary: 42058|(Tempted as we are, we will not venture 42058|O'er the darkness of that ancient pit) 42058|We will not say who by the name of Jones is meant; 42058|But whom such a spirit as that of Gray 42058|Seemed to have visited in that pitiless hour. 42058|With the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary 42058|(Where we have seen the spirit of the Pit 42058|And the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary, 42058|Though the Pit and the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary 42058|Have been in the heart of many a City 42058|Antilochus, the son of Pales, had sought.) 42058|We will not say who by the name of Jones is meant; 42058|But whom such a spirit as that of Jones 42058|Seemed once to have touched, have touched with such fire, 42058|That, with the old Queen's-Hole in the dark Estuary, 42058|We will not say if by a Pit or old Church, 42058|We will not say if there is any Pit; 42058|Only this we know;--we will not dare 42058|To say who once met such a spirit as that. 42058|When the pit of the pit was but low-hoary 42058|(And still the low-hoaring pit was low-hoary), 42058|The man of the Law came riding on ahead 42058|With his head as blackbed-black as the storm, 42058|And his hair unkept and unshorn as he came in; 42058|And the people who had been his kinsmen, 42058|All the people who had been his kinsmen, 42058|Cried 'O, who is this? Who is this?' cried 'O, who?' 42058|'O, who has been about this place of dread 42058|As I here have been about it dreading? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who is this?' 42058|'O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting'-- 42058|'O, who is this?' cried, 'O, who is this?' 42058|'O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who hath been 42058|With what I see not seeing of that woe 42058|To which I come, that bitter, wearying woe? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who has been 42058|With what I see not seeing of that woe?' 42058|And the night came and the pit was dripping 42058|Blood: and he who was there cried out 'O, who?' 42058|'O, who has been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|O, who is this?' cried 'O, who hath been 42058|With what I see not seeing of that woe?' 42058|And the night came and the pit was dripping 42058|Mouth-gates: and out and in from street to street, 42058|Hearkening, passing street to street, they cry'd--'O, who?' 42058|O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|O, who hath been with what I see not seeing 42058|Of that grand unwholesome fruit so tasting? 42058|Hath naught to do but sit and wait, this waiting 42058|In the pit of the pit to be done waiting 42058|In a world where is naught but silence calling 42058|'O, who is this?' but they never wail or wail, 42058|Not a word they speak but silently ======================================== SAMPLE 4820 ======================================== 1280|But never once would come to me, 1280|Never, for I was far too weak-- 1280|And I had made such a fuss 1280|With the things she said to me-- 1280|I, the wife, the mother. 1280|And I was ready in my mind 1280|To lay my cards aside and 1280|Go up to that grand dinner place 1280|In the sky, in the sky, 1280|In the sky with the stars on-- 1280|But what to do, what to do, 1280|If I would not go to that grand 1280|Feast on the trees in the wildwood? 1280|And a-running to the sea-shore 1280|For I heard the great waves roll. 1280|And I said to my heart, 1280|"Behold, my life goes! 1280|And if I go not to that grand 1280|Feast in the sky in the sky 1280|Will this cruel old ghost 1280|Come to murder me again." 1280|So I turned right 1280|From the feast in the sky in the sky 1280|To the beach in the sea-sand-- 1280|To the sea-sand, where on a beam 1280|I lay safe and sound-- 1280|Praying for strength to trust in thee 1280|And go with the tide to the feast in the sky 1280|In the sky, in the sky, 1280|In the sky with stars on! 1280|And out over the waste of sea 1280|A-maying and a-going 1280|Was my heart's soul sing-song! 1280|And the sea-bird 1280|Thrilled me like a lover, 1280|The waves rippling on the sands 1280|Gave me their song of rejoicing. 1280|The birds sung over the strand, 1280|The waves in the bay were laughing, 1280|And the waters from the meadow, 1280|Glad with the song of the sun, 1280|Gave me their gladness in their flight. 1280|From a ship which ran aground on a coral reef 1280|This is the tale of their fall. 1280|They floated on the surges 1280|For three weeks and three days, 1280|'N' they heard nothing but the white-face surf 1280|On any tide, any day. 1280|But it's a long time since me, dear, 1280|Met those eyes of blue, 1280|Which I look into and never lose, 1280|And which seem to me so true. 1280|And I want to put my hair in curl 1280|And put my tresses out, 1280|And wrap my arms about those arms, dear, 1280|That would be heaven 1280|In the way I'm leaning over you 1280|In your black dress, 1280|With your eyes full of love and life 1280|And the smile of your white face. 1280|And I think I should be jealous, my dear, if you went away 1280|from me like this boy 1280|But never touched a needle or comb, only walked a little way 1280|with arms folded. 1280|I've known them since we met 1280|And you were all I had in the world 1280|To hold to, and keep close, 1280|And the eyes and the hair that kept me from tears 1280|were so tender and true. 1280|And sometimes I used to think a little child 1280|Would be happier in a strange, new place 1280|A-wandering with a few sad friends, 1280|And not being very proud of himself, 1280|Being content with what he had. 1280|He liked the beach-side, 1280|And the sand-dunes, and the sea-shell light; 1280|The sea-bird's song-- 1280|But you held him closer to the friends and things 1280|You knew and loved before. 1280|And I know now I never dreamed of that, dear, 1280|nor the sad things that came of you, 1280|And your bright eyes, and the blue of your hair, 1280|Will help me to be happy, 1280|And the smile of your white face. 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 4830 ======================================== May thyself, 1030|And you, and you, my friend, 1030|Marry without violence or guile. 1030|And then when we, too, 1030|Have children, you may have them. 1030|And, if that can't be got, 1030|I'll tell you we'll have more trouble. 1030|For me, my dear sir, 1030|I do declare, 1030|If I thought that my dear lord's wife 1030|Was to be sold, 1030|I would not think that she might be 1030|Taken from me; 1030|But I'll make no more suppings; 1030|My thoughts and my desires 1030|Are not with the devil to lie, 1030|Nor the worst place in the church, 1030|Nor to keep the house for an interval; 1030|But when he has got our goods, 1030|Let him begone. 1030|If the woman be a woman that was plump and fair, 1030|They will send out the bill for the sale of the man 1030|That to him gives away the joy of her charms; 1030|For they'll have no business to sell him, 1030|Nor have any of mine, 1030|If she be a woman and a woman that was thin, 1030|The bill for the sale of her, will be but a trifle. 1030|For there will be no business to do her 1030|In the country or within the court, 1030|And (and this as much as we can) 1030|If the reason of her being a woman be so 1030|That she will not have the favour of men, 1030|They will have no business to do with her. 1030|If she be a woman that is well contented with men, 1030|If she have a husband, there will be no business to her; 1030|If she be a woman contented with her own choice, 1030|The husband of her young son may do with her hair. 1030|If she be not contented with her own choice, 1030|What business will they have with women that are such as she, 1030|Who is a wife to seven men, and seven more beside, 1030|And has a child to keep at home for a present? 1030|But if she be contented with one, then you may be 1030|As free from the bill and the trouble of your neighbour; 1030|You may come and sit by her, or you may come and sit by me, 1030|And pass by the little that is left us, 1030|But we'll not have the bill or the trouble. 1030|And if you do the bill then I will go fetch my sword 1030|And I'll find out the trouble, 1030|For I shall have to fetch my sword, 1030|And I'll have no more suppings, 1030|Nor do those silly airs by which you'd make us laugh. 1030|It is a little too much 1030|In a lifetime of years 1030|To make a sacrifice, 1030|And for want of a cause, 1030|For fear of being counted rude. 1030|A life too short to be long 1030|Is an hour too short to be late; 1030|But an hour too long to die 1030|Is a day too many to waste. 1030|Weep, weep no more, my dear, 1030|For you will die awhile, 1030|But be not too sad, and grieve 1030|To see your day will soon begin. 1030|Weep, then, for that you've got 1030|No more to live for; 1030|But take such plenty of pleasure 1030|As can be found, 1030|And make this miserable place 1030|Your everlasting home; 1030|The which you shall begin 1030|With those pleasures which Heaven 1030|Has given you to enjoy, 1030|Till the stars and the moon shall fail 1030|And the constellations run, 1030|And the planets grow old, 1030|And the sun deign to go mad, 1030|And there's no going then. 1030|All the world is yours at last, 1030|And what is left to you 1030|Will, I know, be strange and new, ======================================== SAMPLE 4840 ======================================== 18238|A lily and a lute, 18238|A lily to love and a lute to make; 18238|All three, they've a friend 18238|That does a man good. 18238|I love the lily that's sweet and white, 18238|The lute that has the highest note, 18238|And the friend that is best 18238|Is he that does a man good. 18238|I love the lily that doth bloom 18238|To bloom the fairest flower that blows, 18238|And the friend that is best 18238|Is he that does a man good. 18238|I love to see a lily so fair, 18238|I love a lute that's all divine, 18238|But never a friend is he 18238|Who does a man good. 18238|To do man's will and a man's owe 18238|Is best of all, I ween: 18238|When they do a man good, 18238|And his friend does a man good, 18238|Then they love the man they'll kill, 18238|And the man who does a man good. 18238|In the time before I knew it, in the time before I knew it, 18238|When I first was told 18238|That love in her eyes was a thing to love, and a thing to love, 18238|My dear, you'll forgive me now,--for a pleasant time it was, 18238|When it came to be. 18238|But my love goes to meet the stranger while I love her well. 18238|I love as it were a spirit's beam; but the spirit's beam 18238|That speaks or that beholds 18238|Is myself and, more than that, my soul, my dear, for you. 18238|There came a time in the history of the world when all the flowers 18238|Were one to the man who made them: 18238|If love were love, and life were but a span of the span of life, 18238|There had been nothing wanting for a name for this purpose. 18238|If it had been worth while to paint life and death, it was worth while,-- 18238|But no name was there for it. 18238|There are poets whose lives have been the poetry of dreams, 18238|And his was but an airy romance 18238|Among fair fairy memories and a rhapsody for a name; 18238|But I love him, and will love him, and hope he may read! 18238|I am sure we had a love for another thing, 18238|And if we had, no one now could know; 18238|But we must walk this earth together, and I love him, 18238|For I would not be lost in the sun! 18238|For I would not be lost in the world, for what's the world 18238|To him, now that his name is gone from this dust-cold earth. 18238|Though I may not sing as he sang it, 18238|Though he may not kiss as he kissed it, 18238|They shall know when his love hath ceased, 18238|And I could love him, I only would love him, 18238|And I would die with him, I only would die with him. 18238|So it's over, so it's over; 18238|Here's a word with an iron heart; 18238|'Twill not make us part again 18238|If we never meet again. 18238|If you have loved as she loved, 18238|If you thought as she thought, 18238|How could you ever sever? 18238|If you have suffered as she suffered, 18238|If you have known as she knows, 18238|Here's a word with a heart of praise! 18238|_This_ is the word that shall be blest 18238|When we meet, and the last word! 18238|A word with a heart of praise, 18238|A word to a world in need! 18238|When the world is proud and the world is great, 18238|How the words flow for a cause, 18238|Are they we that have spoken the word, 18238|For our sake and the world's we have helped? 18238|Are their deeds but a word's words-- 18238|As the flowers that blossom and fade and fall, 18238|When they make the ======================================== SAMPLE 4850 ======================================== 14757|The men that do not do their bit? 14757|The men in blue? 14757|Their work is out. 14757|They're not so fit to wage it well 14757|Who fight so long; 14757|They're out! 14757|The night is coming on a roll 14757|Of rain and thunder: it's time to start, 14757|The road stretches ahead, I'll get my pack. 14757|I'm off, and now I only care 14757|To do the best I can -- 14757|And so I start, and soon my heart is sore, 14757|For here I am again. 14757|I almost wish I hadn't got the slip, 14757|For now I feel so lost. 14757|A split second later I know 14757|That the things I do I know 14757|Must be a fluke or some freak of habit grown, 14757|I'm off, and now I only care 14757|To do the best I can. 14757|_'Tis a queer thing, the first time you come to town, 14757|That the houses look so queer; 14757|For they always used to do things a certain way, 14757|Old neighbours and all. 14757|The garden beds turn slowly, slowly up and down, 14757|Like boys in a run. 14757|It's just as if they just grew out of being boys; 14757|But I'm a folk of a different sort from theirs, 14757|Rather sceptical, suspicious, suspicious boys, 14757|And so I go my own way. 14757|No matter; here we are once more. I'm in town; 14757|Why, that is the reason I came. 14757|For some of the fellows ain't fit to take a lark, 14757|And some of the lads can't stand their heads up too. 14757|They's always a rush and a rush before the door, 14757|And they's a rush all the time. 14757|And I'm a folk that has a sort of a thirst 14757|For something that isn't slaked 14757|With good ale, and a good time, of course: 14757|And so I'm just about the luckiest folk 14757|That ever I've seen in all the world. 14757|I'm sure I'm not a folk that ought to care: 14757|My poor old father passed 14757|Before the time: he wasn't a very sound man, 14757|But he knew Jove and was a good soldier too. 14757|I wish him well: he wasn't a-living now, 14757|And maybe he can get it. What's to become? 14757|He's one of those fellows 14757|That's always been with us, 14757|Some way connected with the Mayor. 14757|We hear him at the club and the club: 14757|We must take his word for it, 14757|For he never seems to hesitate: 14757|He says one thing that's sure to set us off, 14757|And comes off straightway. 14757|Well, maybe it's nothing: 14757|I've a fancy to suggest: 14757|Since his departure's been black on his brother's eyes, 14757|Has everybody seen 14757|A new face in the street? 14757|Some fellows in the crowd that day look queer; 14757|I mean the new faces that are coming back; 14757|I'm sure they think some one's been away; 14757|But he doesn't look them any harm: 14757|He's always come off right. 14757|He's the kind that you might know, 14757|If only you knew what you're about; 14757|Though I don't think he'd stand too much on that count; 14757|And I've a bet that all the rest 14757|Are simply fakes. 14757|Come, let us ride; the country is so green: 14757|The way is wide and merry and free. 14757|If God had meant that we should leave the City, 14757|Here's an army to take us! What could we do? 14757|What would the world look like if we went there? 14757|The country is bright: we may ride and shoot: 14757|We can lie down and keep off frost and snow, ======================================== SAMPLE 4860 ======================================== 1304|And I was but awake to hear your tale, 1304|So much you've done for me; 1304|But I'll never thank you for the good 1304|You lent me;--I'll but bow my head and pray 1304|I may repay you in future. 1304|It needs no skill of thine or mine 1304|To show the difference 1304|Of an ideal life and this poor life 1304|That we lead. 1304|But the world's ways are blind, and so the ways 1304|Of man to right or wrong; 1304|And the thing that does us most injury 1304|Is to make us so. 1304|The world's ways are blind; and so we rise and fall 1304|By the mood in which we play; 1304|And though we may not see the changes come, 1304|The transient flowers may bloom and fade, 1304|Still we can see. 1304|Our lives are like the little grains of sand 1304|That in a certain place rise, 1304|And lie a while, a while, a little while, 1304|Unnoticed in the sea. 1304|But when the sea-wind sweeps them scattered from the shore 1304|In flakes of sifted spray, 1304|The little grains swell into a golden flower, 1304|A crimson, petaled flower. 1304|It takes a mighty wind to drive them scattered off 1304|Into the sea; 1304|And strong enough to sink ships in a tempest drear 1304|With nought to do but bloom. 1304|It is the strength of love--the sowing of the seed 1304|Of the wild-white flowering grain. 1304|'Tis the strength of love--the sowing, and the giving 1304|Of the crimson, petal-bloom. 1304|When I remember the strength of Love's love, remembering 1304|The sowing and the giving, 1304|It is as if I saw the time, and the power of Love's 1304|As the sower looks up and down 1304|With strength of love to sows the seed of life in him, 1304|And gives life to the reaper after him. 1304|Oft when I turn my thoughts with care to love, 1304|I think whether Love, the strong-bodied slave, 1304|He would not do this thing, this thing, this thing, 1304|Which is to say,-- 1304|It is a thing he would be wakened by, 1304|It is a thing he would be wakened by, 1304|With strength of hand, not sound of footstep, 1304|And give sign that he was wakened: 1304|This is the proof that Love is young; 1304|This is the strength of Love that stirs, 1304|Filling all beings with a spirit; 1304|This is the sign that Love is young: 1304|This is the time that Love is young; 1304|This is the sign that Love is old: 1304|This is the sign that Love is old: 1304|This is the sorrow of Love; 1304|This it is that grieves me most, 1304|And this is the grief that grieves me most. 1304|'Twas a night of wind and rain, 1304|When the night-fire glowed, o'er head 1304|The mountain moon hung white, 1304|And the wind howled, and the leaves 1304|Cocked and cracked in the trees; 1304|O'er the shining peak the hawk 1304|O'er the crystal ravine flew, 1304|And here and there in gaudy maze 1304|The silver shadow crept: 1304|And ever overhead 1304|The clouds lay in a row, 1304|A-cloudy heaven; and I 1304|Sat safe up-arm'd with song. 1304|And 'Twas midnight still, but more 1304|Might naught--I heard but wind: 1304|And from my window bare 1304|I saw the moon rise clear 1304|And bright above the hill: 1304|It glistened in the sun, 1304|It glistened in the wind, 1304|As in the glass I saw 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 4870 ======================================== 1211|Hath left his place in Heaven, and shall for our distress, 1211|And this our death, and our last, be the grand decease. 1211|The Lord is our author, and his work is good. 1211|The Devil was his guide, through Hell and the Deep. 1211|The Devil his friend; for he was guide and succour. 1211|The Devil his drink; for his soul did ascend up to the skies. 1211|The Devil his food; for he had both food and raiment. 1211|The Devil his power; for his flesh had no power 1211|Save what his Soul hath in him, whether white, or black. 1211|'I love,' he said, 'this Day, 1211|And oft I have said, 1211|'God make my love one league 1211|With my good wench and her.' 1211|The Devil and some of his Train 1211|Had a great feast and free; 1211|They gave the Devil for nought 1211|And passed it about. 1211|The Devil himself, as he heard say, 1211|Was full of sport and glee, 1211|And being all alone, 1211|He play'd the Devil a reel. 1211|He was all right; and would no more 1211|Than grace and grace sustain; 1211|But with his devilish tongue 1211|He dangled there and play'd. 1211|Then, by the Devil's grace, 1211|The good woman found 1211|A way to make the Devil's head 1211|Tortured and stuck as her own. 1211|Away he went with that same head, 1211|The Devil and his Train; 1211|Nor said a word for fear, 1211|But hung down his head like a bell. 1211|He was full sad of mood 1211|In the fire of the eyes; 1211|And as it burn'd more red, 1211|So he grew sad of mood for fear. 1211|Says the Devil, 'Here I have had 1211|A woman full of love, 1211|For God and her sake had she died, 1211|She had not died at all. 1211|I said, and she hath it so, 1211|I have to live with fear, 1211|The Devil said, The Devil's gone 1211|Into another world. 1211|I can live with dread alone, 1211|Or, if that other thing may be, 1211|With death too. The other too, 1211|If that my mind and my will 1211|May be of something so vast, 1211|I'll see what I can do.' 1211|'O Devil,' quoth the Devil, 1211|'Thou mad'st me in thy game; 1211|And Devil, thou hast threescore 1211|Yaun, and twelve months more.' 1211|This is that day, to the Devil 1211|Take good advice and not o'erlook; 1211|For every man, when the Devil 1211|Calls, may take. 1211|The Devil's a lover, 1211|And the Devil's a thief; 1211|And the Devil's a drunk. 1211|And the Devil's a fool, and 1211|The Devil's a knave; 1211|And the Devil's a full; 1211|And the Devil's a beggar. 1211|And the Devil's a knight: 1211|And what's in a name, lass, 1211|May be no more than what 1211|Is in a word, lass; 1211|Whatever is in a name 1211|May come to nothing but a name. 1211|To the Devil take this line 1211|When your heart is hard, by day, 1211|Thou wilt be all the friend; 1211|And, when night brings all caress, 1211|Thou wilt be all the foe; 1211|But, ere the light of thine e'e 1211|Yawns on the sleeper's face, 1211|Thou wilt make it face to peevish, 1211|And to such as hate thyself 1211|For the griefs they feel: even so, 1211|When ======================================== SAMPLE 4880 ======================================== 1165|But the child was silent on its lips. 1165|As the waters rush 1165|When the frosty dawn 1165|Lets fall in flakes the snow, 1165|So we, the poets, see our souls 1165|Slide away and pass, and make no sound. 1165|They say that poets sleep, yet still 1165|I say that they sleep well; 1165|And I think, when poets sleep, 1165|I shall feel as if all pain 1165|Were forgotten in a lull of ecstasy. 1165|To-night I have been a sad fool, 1165|Singing with the birds 1165|When nothing better they could choose 1165|Than tune-notes for their way! 1165|But who are they that sing 1165|To-night in their nest; 1165|Their notes are like the sea-shells, 1165|Their throats as soft as flute-strings, 1165|Their throats are still as ice, 1165|A song like the whippoorwill's: 1165|Not for my verse, but for them. 1165|They have their day of music 1165|All day, like me; 1165|They sing when the sun is shining, 1165|They sing when the moon is shining; 1165|But I say, when the breeze 1165|Has passed on its way, 1165|That all the poets of To-morrow 1165|Who sleep in their nest to-night 1165|Will sleep till morning! 1166|A Child's Song 1166|"The night is quiet, the moon looks forth. 1166|I am the child that you see before you. 1166|I know no fear, no sorrow, no want: 1166|I only want a mother's name to know me." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"I only ask a mother's name to know; 1166|A mother's name is all I need to see, 1166|There's nothing more I know: 1166|My name is Mary, though many a night I've seen 1166|The stars in the night sky, and read in prayer, 1166|My name is Mary--a child dear to fame. 1166|And oh, I only want a mother's name to know me; 1166|So that at last when I am grown to man's estate 1166|You may forgive me 1166|For singing and for reading and for reading." 1166|"You do me wrong, my little child, you must be 1166|So wide and wistful in your ways and fancies. 1166|You never do my little daughter Mary wrong. 1166|You always was a child 1166|And rarely growled, never roared or swore, 1166|Nor never called the things that are now grown dim, 1166|Now grown dim in front of me." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"The great sun hides the ground. 1166|I only ask a mother's name to know: 1166|A mother's name is all I need to know, 1166|As I grow older all my words grow wise to me. 1166|Mothers, I know, are like green flowers 1166|We planted when our dear ones were born; 1166|But the world knows they lived when they were dead." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"My little girl says she loves me, dear: 1166|Would she were really mine, dear! 1166|Then, too, would I be as much her friend 1166|As she is of mine, dear!" 1166|A child's song: 1166|"I only ask a little place, dear, 1166|And only I, my friend. 1166|It may be rough, and cold, and wet, and damp, 1166|And wet with rain or with the feet of death. 1166|And oh, the heart in this, though it be sadd, 1166|Should always be the sweetest ever found; 1166|The sweetest that was made, and the last that's slain." 1166|A child's song: 1166|"The snow lies deep upon me, dear, 1166|And all the ways are sad; 1166|And I long for the home of my young days, 1166|And I wish the house itself were dead; 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 4890 ======================================== 13650|Who came to her house, 13650|"I was a gallant ship, 13650|And I sailed in the bay;" 13650|While his wife looked at him, saying: 13650|"What do you mean by that, 13650|What is the matter with you?" 13650|"A ship came to my house!" 13650|"A ship went to your house?" 13650|"A ship went to your house!" 13650|"And what did it find in the house?" 13650|"A letter full of weeping, 13650|And quite enough of weeping, 13650|And quite enough of weeping, 13650|From Peter Pettigrew, 13650|Wrote to his friend James Callaghan 13650|(Peter Pettigrew was his brother); 13650|And begged he would look after things 13650|Until the clock struck twelve, 13650|And then, to ease his conscience, 13650|He wouldn't look after things 13650|Till Gabriel, the watchman, 13650|Went knocking at Peter Pettigrew. 13650|"This Peter Pettigrew is mine! 13650|I am a year older than he!" 13650|Then Peter did as he was bid; 13650|And when the time had come to rise, 13650|He put his great coat on, 13650|And, with his brother in the garden, 13650|He knocked at Peter Pettigrew. 13650|And then, with his brother in the garden 13650|He stood upon the roof, 13650|Outside his brother's door; 13650|Peter knocked; the door was unlocked; 13650|Peter knocked again; 13650|The latch let go; the spider spun; 13650|The clock struck twelve; 13650|He heard the sound of wings 13650|In the distance, faint and far, 13650|Like the rustle of leaves in May. 13650|The moment seemed to Peter Pettigrew 13650|Like an hour of prayer 13650|Upon the hour of dawn; 13650|Then Peter did not knock again, 13650|Which was still allowed him, 13650|But, standing on the roof, he heard 13650|Soft words not understood,-- 13650|"Think not, Peter, think not, my dear, 13650|How a heart so young could feel 13650|Such things, but, oh, no! 13650|Peter will not come to-day, 13650|For he has work to do; 13650|He must wash the plate away, 13650|And sweep the dishes fair, 13650|And look as clean as any dame, 13650|And draw as neat a bed." 13650|Then Peter went his way, 13650|And the poor old Peter stood 13650|Upon the porch like one 13650|Who had hardly learned to walk. 13650|But when he got to his work 13650|All was dirty and old; 13650|For the spider had made a web 13650|As big as any weaver's. 13650|He was not whitewashed; 13650|His legs were askew, Peter Pettigrew; 13650|His belly was large and round; 13650|And his back was much too large. 13650|The web was as long as he, 13650|And as thin as any weaver, 13650|And as high as any weaver. 13650|He swept it clean 13650|With his little sieve, 13650|And made sure that no spider had been 13650|By taking care with a skimmer. 13650|And when he'd finished, 13650|He made up an urn 13650|In which each mound of dirt was filled, 13650|With so much as three grains of sand: 13650|Then he weighed it, 13650|And when it was exactly weighed, 13650|He made up his urn, 13650|And laid it out in a row 13650|In the middle of the yard. 13650|As soon as Peter saw it, 13650|He took out his sieve, 13650|And sifted the dust 13650|Round and round, 13650|Till he had made a well 13650|In a cranny 13650|Of the sleeve of his coat. 13650|Now he filled each cranny 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 4900 ======================================== 16059|Vílez y ellos, ¡calle me viendo; 16059|¡Malditas días del mar, 16059|No me amo atrás en su leto, 16059|Honda viene el pueblo 16059|En su velo, todo á su leto. 16059|Tú me los estrellaron los hombres, 16059|Pero yo te amo su dolor; 16059|Ya volando el hombre su afán, 16059|¡Tierra! es para los vices 16059|Del pueblo de San Sebastian. 16059|Nada me llanto el misterioso, 16059|Ya buscar, siempre están: 16059|¡La verdad se muda, se me veía! 16059|Ví que, me enamorado ajena, 16059|Á los cielos te cantando, 16059|Y deja en la noche vida, 16059|¡La verdad se muda! á las flores 16059|Se halla mi sér, y deja entrega 16059|Que yo no hushan contigo; 16059|¡Te cantaré, mi sonido, 16059|Al que yo esté en fiesta; 16059|Y yo en mejor, adalid; 16059|Yo no puede ninguno 16059|Con el alva mejor, ¡cantaré! 16059|Si el verde manto lo que me arrebá, 16059|Hoy que nunca la frondosa mancha, 16059|Siempre en vano sobre mi dolor. 16059|«Puella ciega,» no te viste, «sino 16059|Viene á su furor tu auster; 16059|Si á los ojos me roban 16059|Mi aguas naciones mi dolor, 16059|Porque no pasa con tu doncel, 16059|Que aun tenía sonara 16059|Al que no siento luego 16059|De poder y desdichado 16059|A mi frente y mi aguda. 16059|«Pues, que nada me plaze, 16059|Pues, que nada me raze; 16059|Yo vuestra el bien que me dejas 16059|En los mundos de otros nas 16059|La escudos, que es bien luego, 16059|Ya de los bienes tienes. 16059|«Y es enfologos de naciads 16059|De tus mundos de fazer son, 16059|Sino pues, que no las olas, 16059|Que ya me vuelve el cielo, 16059|Vender el aire en la patria: 16059|«Y es la madre con mío 16059|Vierte al ver se apagada, 16059|Vierte al decirtere se haya, 16059|En mí no quiere es la fe obsa, 16059|Todas las lágrimas que baja.» 16059|Cuando el aire me decía 16059|Al bien que me quierás mi honda, 16059|Hoy que no en la guía respira; 16059|Ese dura, y estaré, y sin 16059|De mi oído y mi frente había. 16059|No vive que mi mirad ... 16059|¡Ay triste! es para los míseros 16059|Y acaso en otros sabe; 16059|Si la dama de la guerra 16059|De la muerte me llaman: 16059|Que el dolor me llaman: 16059|No vió su llanto es senna. 16059|¡Buen estrellar! ¿Cuándo se quiera 16059|La invencibles de un tiempo son, 16059|La trompa transmogría 16059|Que haya fué mejores; 16059|Y más bello ======================================== SAMPLE 4910 ======================================== 3698|The great sun was upon his daily path, 3698|And the wind rose slowly, and the dark-wrought trees 3698|Drooped low, as though the great sun's rays they viewed. 3698|And all day long the little birds sang sweet 3698|Ascribed by the rhythm that no pen can write 3698|But the heart, the poet's heart, that heard the song, 3698|And loved the lovely harmony it made. 3698|Thus from day-dreams, till the hours sped on, 3698|The beautiful rhythm of old songs stilled 3698|The restless heart, which loved to dream about 3698|The sweetest things that in that rhythm grew; 3698|The beautiful rhythm of old songs stilled, 3698|And only the poet in the world can speak 3698|Of things with truth, the beautiful rhythm of old, 3698|And the bird-song, and song of the day-dream dies. 3698|With the love of the beautiful rhythm stilled, 3698|The music of ancient ways in songs revived 3698|Till the earth grew young, and life in every vein 3698|Grew lifelike as the songs of a bygone day. 3698|No, the great sun was never upon the grass 3698|To-day, but in ancient ways I find him there, 3698|And in the moon's dark circle day by day. 3698|He lives among us still: and from his beams 3698|Shall we not see what once he shone on, and, 3698|In that far future, take his memories home? 3698|For he is still among us, though, at times, 3698|No more, as with a sudden breeze unrolls 3698|His silken sail, to see the light that flits 3698|Afar ahead of the gale, before the sail 3698|In dim confusion flaps and flutters. 3698|And still, on a moment's passing see him sit 3698|At his spacious table, or, at his ease 3698|In the shadow of some lone tree seated, 3698|Couched on his cushion, with his full cup of peace 3698|Drinking a cup of life-advice to the heart. 3698|So lives the great sun; from day to day, 3698|Where'er he goes, where'er his beams can fall, 3698|The beautiful spirit moves along, rejoicing. 3698|But some there be, whose life is not so bright; 3698|These are the souls that God himself must shun. 3698|Their life is dark, and, in its dark, is sin. 3698|Ascetic prayer and pious fasting try; 3698|But they feel not that his life is not so bright, 3698|That still, on some dark night, he has not passed 3698|Among them on his throne like those immortal Gods. 3698|Behold, what splendid life he leads them through! 3698|From night to night, from day to day, his smiles 3698|Give life to all things; the swift hour's swift flight 3698|And night's mysterious silence are his all. 3698|So, by what subtle laws of body and brain 3698|That liveth, shall our great poet's life be led? 3698|His life shall be a constant song of love, 3698|A throb of joy, a thrill of gladness, all 3698|By turns the rapt singer's ecstasy. 3698|As through the streets of little London stray 3698|The busy humours of the market day, 3698|So, round his silent life, the poet lives 3698|Though all things else, in peace, be at their ease. 3698|No mirth is heard, no jests are his alone, 3698|For that which is, is, and that which was, are by; 3698|But he, whom to the secret meaning lies 3698|And to the soul of nature, in the sigh 3698|And murmur of the woodland, mars with song. 3698|The poet's life, as nature's, as his own, 3698|Touches no earthly thing; from earthly joys 3698|To heaven has so attained its longed-for aim, 3698|That earthly pleasure is his own delight. 3698|Yet sometimes, for a certain moment spent, 3698|He leaves the busy streets ======================================== SAMPLE 4920 ======================================== 38566|and the 'Eclogues', which were largely made 38566|adaptations of existing pieces,--these he used 38566|in 'Epigrammatic Pontifical Encyclicals' 38566|("the first time that encyclicals were published"), but 'tis 38566|not necessary to suppose that he translated any of them. 38566|If we grant him this concession, his style is, as his 38566|name implies, a rather serious one. He is, I mean, the 38566|original copy of Porphyro; but (like the original of the 38566|'Epigrams' is an obscure mixture of 'epigrams' and 38566|'inquisitions'. Both are very likely to have been written with a 38566|vivid and forceful mind, as if Homer and Bacon had found 38566|themselves in a cold country, and he wanted warmth and 38566|fanciful fire to vent the flood of emotion. 38566|It was in this spirit that he turned, about 1890, to the 38566|convention. The tone and language of his earlier pieces are 38566|often so forcibly expressed, and the pictures so brightly drawn, 38566|that the resemblance is almost absolute; and even at that 38566|time, it would hardly have been rational. The 'Hymn to Liberty' 38566|is a vivid and moving picture, of the struggle of a 38566|woman against an alien world; but a more serious picture of a 38566|woman against private force in her own life would have been 38566|familiar to Dante or Milton--and it was not his aim and 38566|duty to draw from it any real sympathy with the struggle 38566|of woman against her neighbours. The poem of 'The 38566|Laughter of the Desert' is obviously a reflection of some real 38566|life incident; and the poem in question is the very one in which 38566|his 'The Cuckoo and the Nightingale' was copied. What 38566|came of 'The Cuckoo and the Nightingale' will be more readily 38566|apprais'd by those who can see the difference, in this 38566|case, between an imitation imitation, and an original composition. 38566|One thing is certain: the original and the mimetic were 38566|one in thought and feeling; while the imitation, of a mere 38566|musician, or a mere poet, is certainly to the one, as 38566|well-accordant and even quite identical with the action and 38566|voice of the original composition.... For, if in his imitation, 38566|of Milton's 'I Sing the Song of the Piper,' it is 38566|of Milton, in a very great degree, that is here imitated. 38566|If it be denied that the style and imagery in his 38566|'The Book' are of this later vintage,--then it is denied 38566|by all who read the 'Poetical Works' that any want of 38566|the modern art and literary spirit was apparent in the 38566|motif and imagery of a great part of the poem. The 38566|'The Book' seems in other respects to have been written by 38566|a poet who belonged to an earlier stage of literary 38566|expression; and one of the facts which is admitted for 38566|proof of this is the language and the simile which are 38566|spoken by one of the lovers of Lucretius at the end of 38566|the 'Epistle to Phaedrus.' The lover's 'poetical love' 38566|in this poem is expressed in the simile of two lovers (a 38566|beautiful love-tale with a 'great deal of meaning' in it), 38566|but the poet is not said to have loved in the original way; 38566|he only had a special feeling for the charm of simile, which 38566|makes 38566|the beauty of verse; and we are to suppose that he was more 38566|pleased by the imitation of the pictures which were then 38566|gathered from the picture-palace of the sculptor Romus Catullus. 38566|There is a certain quality of feeling in the language of 38566|'The Book' which cannot be put down to mere imitation; 38566|something which he had almost instinctively inherited, as 38566|young as he was. But what is the nature of his feeling--the 38566|' ======================================== SAMPLE 4930 ======================================== 1365|With outspread arms and beckoning palms 1365|Shall call, and call again, and call with clamor, 1365|And call the King for ever, and for ever, 1365|To hear his prayerful, patient prayer 1365|When he, like a child, the Lord will bring 1365|From heaven's home, my baby dear. 1365|In this the third day of his birth, 1365|This child was born upon her lips 1365|As the air rises with the sun 1365|Or opens above the trees, 1365|When the trees are in a festive mood, 1365|And in the air a sweet aroma 1365|And music like of summer comes 1365|From the rich fields, and hills, and lakes, 1365|As the moon, by day, by night 1365|Gives to the earth a mellow radiance. 1365|The mother on her child's fair face 1365|Beheld the smiles upon his cheek 1365|As the night wind softly blew 1365|Through the still hours of her waking dream, 1365|And the tears that fell upon her cheek 1365|That night as her babe was born. 1365|In her arms, as she lay, that child 1365|Was to the mother pressed, and smiled 1365|As at that moment on her son. 1365|The mother opened her loving eyes, 1365|And the tears ran down in torrents, 1365|As her son began to speak, 1365|In tender tones and sweet and tremulous. 1365|"Mary, dear mother, Mary mother, 1365|Hear me, and I wish to God 1365|This life upon the earth were thine, 1365|That earth, and all therein, might rest 1365|Mine, my child. Thy father and my child 1365|I pray Thee to protect and keep." 1365|And with that word the mother clasped 1365|Her babe; the babe's dimpled smiling face 1365|Was bathed in the new-born infant's tears, 1365|Which trickled down his forehead gently. 1365|It was Mary's voice that Mary kept, 1365|As she softly turned away 1365|From the long procession and the sound 1365|Of the joyous town; and a sweet strain 1365|Played in her weary hands and feet. 1365|At darkness on earth's face I lay, 1365|In the far land; on earth, where the skies 1365|Still shone with a sweet light; in the land 1365|Of the land far filled with a pleasant light. 1365|The city-garths and the bridges by the sea, 1365|Were the windows open; the garb of land was mine; 1365|My children and my wife. So I dreamed and sowed, 1365|And a new morning came; and I sowed and reaped. 1365|All alone I heard the waves at sea; 1365|Where the shore lay like a sea-foam beach; 1365|But lo, I raised from life's dark womb, 1365|Its precious fruits to light as a window to my soul. 1365|Ah, I have gathered, for a little while, 1365|A gift to serve as a window to my soul, 1365|A gift beyond the wealth of the storehouse, 1365|An inheritance from her sire. 1365|I have known the sunbeams, my friends! 1365|And I have watched and I have loved. 1365|I have heard the waves with an answer mix 1365|Like the music of love upon that shore. 1365|And I have gathered, for a little while, 1365|A gift to serve as a window to my soul! 1365|All the days of my life, all the nights, 1365|I have watched and I have loved. Oh! I have lived 1365|All that I could live till the night I gave 1365|In return for that first-kiss. 1365|She is gone to the far countree, 1365|And the birds are singing 1365|Her name who was loved 1365|So faithfully, for such a love of her. 1365|She is gone to the far countree, 1365|And the wind is blowing, 1365|The sun is up; the birds will sing 1365|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 4940 ======================================== 26861|resemble the present word "she". But the word "she", with a few 26861|additional particles, such as æster, or æther, or æt, or 26861|fern, is found in the vernacular in every language. In languages 26861|the word is seldom employed; but in those of Europe, where 26861|the word was used until at least the sixteenth century, 26861|when its use declined in countries where the word was 26861|most commonly employed.] 26861|The word "pall," or "pout," or "pug," is found in 26861|the vernacular all the ages; but in Europe, being, in 26861|particular, in common use, the word in all the 26861|countries where it was most commonly employed. "Pout" or 26861|"pout," if used in Europe, is found only in England, 26861|where it has the form of "pass," is found only in France, 26861|where it has the form of "dout," and rarely occurs in Italy. 26861|The word "pout" appears in several of the Scandinavian 26861|dialects; but when it is employed as a noun it may be 26861|considered as a masculine noun, and has the 26861|meaning to pout, to pounce, to rattle. 26861|In America the word "pout" is not found in dialect; but 26861|it may be said of it, that it is a 26861|pawte or pantup, a pout, or a pan.] 26861|In India the word is vulgarly used for a little 26861|ball of wool or lambkins. 26861|The first use of the word in Europe is among the 26861|Cambria of France, who are mentioned as "pouffrant nobles, 26861|inventors of ball-flax, napkins, and rugs."] 26861|In India it is found among the Koil of India, 26861|who are often distinguished by their 26861|very much larger and finer bodies, and 26861|larger eyes (see Sketch IV.). The term may here be 26861|for the small and round eyes of ducks.] 26861|Of the ball-flax a specimen of this article was 26861|discussed, and is shown in Figure 31, where we 26861|observed the existence of two opposite posts 26861|in the end of a ball, which may be observed to have 26861|two balls at one point, and one at another; in 26861|which case the posts must have been made in a round 26861|jointed fashion. The ball-flake has been seen to 26861|be made of several kinds, of which the one of those 26861|could only be made of wool, as appeared 26861|in the illustration of a specimen given in 26861|the second sketch of the work (p. 53). We know nothing of 26861|the manufacture of the ball-flake in Europe, but there is 26861|certainly not enough variety in their 26861|nomenclature in order to afford an exact 26861|definition; which would probably give, like many 26861|in this business, a rather fine specimen, by the 26861|formulation of the definition, and without which 26861|the description would be too imperfect.] 26861|The ball-flax is of the species of wool, and the 26861|bark of the deer; it is found everywhere in Europe, 26861|and may be thus distinguished.] 26861|The ball-flax is in a great measure manufactured 26861|throughout Europe, and may be thus distinguished from 26861|the wool of the rabbit (see Sketch VIII. below), 26861|and the deer (see Sketch XI.). It is found in 26861|the East at the rate of one half per annum, in some 26861|certain parts of India: the ball-fleece is of linen, 26861|and the ball-leaf resembles that of lambs; we suppose it 26861|to be of a softer material than the sheep's wool, as ======================================== SAMPLE 4950 ======================================== 1322|"There came from the country, my mother came and saw, 1322|My father came and stood with tears upon his cheek. 1322|The bride is bridal, she is coming, my father is coming, 1322|Come to the wedding of a maid, I love this bride for this woman. 1322|A mother and a lover; and I knew this one was bride, 1322|These are my friends, my sweetheart, my wife, the joy of all my band, 1322|These are the friends, the sweetheart is coming, I love this bride for this woman." 1322|I'm going to ride again and ride my pony by day, 1322|To see the mountains, the valleys, and the woody streams, 1322|And the old familiar places, the way of boys and men, 1322|That I could return them o'er and o'er to my old home and bride, 1322|On the plains of old France, 1322|For I must not return to see his home, 1322|To see his grave, his grave where he has gone, and the grass green at the 1322|The wind and the rain in the night by the roadside, 1322|They sweep the land of the horse, 1322|And there's naught but his dust under the grass, 1322|The road's an endless valley, 1322|The rain and the wind come and go, 1322|And on and on goes the rain, till it stops, 1322|And on and on goes the wind; 1322|The sky goes down, and the sky goes up, 1322|And the hills are all a-twinkle and red. 1322|And now you'll see the old familiar place, 1322|You'll see the grave, the grave, for your bride, my daughter daughter, 1322|The place is in the valley and the wood, 1322|He left here, a horseman brave--what's his name? 1322|No lady that ever has been seen. 1322|Oh, the land is so old history, 1322|I have been to the old house near the town, 1322|I have been there of old, a horseman bold, 1322|And there's nothing in the land that's not his own. 1322|A maiden gone home from the races, 1322|You see a horseman, young and tall, 1322|He rides a-horse, my daughter, my son, 1322|A maiden gone home from races. 1322|A maiden gone home from horse-shorse, 1322|A bride at the door with children at their backs, 1322|The morn is like June, and the sky is blue, 1322|The sunset-glow is like tobacco, the sun, 1322|And the light music is the pulse and beat of souls. 1322|There's music, music everywhere, 1322|In the meadows green with grass and clover, 1322|There's music, music everywhere, 1322|By the graves of heroes, by the graves of kings, 1322|In the home of the young in the old graves, 1322|And the old graves of the old in the old homes. 1322|And all, with their music and their sunsets green, 1322|With grass and clover, and children at the backs, 1322|Hear the pulses of the ages, the pulses of nations, 1322|The pulse and beat of souls in graves for lovers slain for honor. 1322|I've been to them all, my daughter dear, 1322|I've been to them all, my son and son-in-law, 1322|I've been to them both, my son and child-in-law, 1322|And their loved ones I've come to see as they lie in their beds. 1322|I've looked upon their faces, their eyes, 1322|I've seen their hair, their manner, their air, 1322|I've been with them in those old moments, 1322|I've been to them in other years and years, 1322|Watching the face would-be of loved ones, 1322|Hear the anguish of those already dead, 1322|Watching so closely the eyes and the lips. 1322|I watched, I listened for a words to be given. 1322|They never came, nor did I speak to my loved ones, 1322|Nor did I take the form ======================================== SAMPLE 4960 ======================================== 3305|With eyes like the sea, with hair like the dew, 3305|And a voice as a song and as tender. 3305|And the land is asleep by the riverside, 3305|With the leaves on the ground and the flowers of May 3305|And a dream of the golden days of old, 3305|And a voice on the waters. 3305|The dream that I dreamed was of the south, 3305|When the winds were a-singing like the birds 3305|And the waves of the sea, and the skies were bright 3305|With the glory of the day, with the glory 3305|And glow of the moonlight, when the sea 3305|Was like the soul of my heart ere it slept. 3305|The dream for my heart was in the land 3305|Of the beauty of the sunset and the light 3305|And the glory of the moonlight; and I thought 3305|We would build us a nest of the palms there, 3305|And we would dream of the glory of May, 3305|And sing in the silence of the night of a song, 3305|And watch the clouds come flying, swinging, 3305|Over the sky and the earth and the flowers 3305|In the golden dawn of the night. 3305|And soon a troop of birds as bright as the sun, 3305|Flashed over the meadows and the fields again, 3305|And I heard the trilling of their sweetest song:-- 3305|"And we are home, home, home, oh, who knows? 3305|We have found her, brave heart of my heart, 3305|That is sleeping in the drowsiness of the land. 3305|We are here with her for all her dreams, 3305|And we will dream while the days flow by, 3305|We will never think of her as anything, 3305|Till we wake to fall at her feet with gladness." 3305|The sun was coming up like a red and white spear, 3305|And I thought of the love that was waiting for me 3305|In many a land, 3305|And I thought of her as the soul of music, 3305|And of the love that the angels ever sang with me, 3305|(O, I had left my heart behind in the west, 3305|And I wanted to be home with the sea to-day.) 3305|And I thought how the sea waves were singing 3305|To the wind in the morning, 3305|And I dreamed of the joy of being home, 3305|And of the music and the grace 3305|Of the glory of the day and the magic of dawn. 3305|And I said, "Sweet, sweet, I am coming home, 3305|The song is done, the dream is past, 3305|The voice is gone, and the eyes that were shining 3305|Are as lifeless as gold." 3305|(I am sure I am singing the same strain 3305|Though I may have different words.) 3305|By the shore of the sea I was dreaming, 3305|I thought of the beauty of green 3305|And the beauty of the earth that was mine alone, 3305|(I had left it all behind, dear, on the shore.) 3305|Then a hand drew me closer and pressed my face 3305|To a stone, and a song that I heard broke forth, 3305|(It had been many days since I had heard it well, 3305|And I was tired of hearing things I cannot know.) 3305|And I said, "Sweet, dear, you have brought me well 3305|And told of the beautiful years that are gone, 3305|And I want to be home with the sea to-day. 3305|There is never a star that shines in the sky, 3305|There is never a sea wave there to be drifted, 3305|And I am home, and the sun will never shine again, 3305|For I love you, and I love my dear, and I sing, 3305|"I love you, my God, I love you, and I sing …" 3305|I could not hear my sweetheart's song, 3305|Nor the music of the breeze, 3305|And that was not right, for the voice 3305|I would never hear in my life. 3305|And I took a little to myself, ======================================== SAMPLE 4970 ======================================== 7164|I saw my soul, that once was young 7164|In all men's eyes; 7164|But when they saw me old and gray 7164|It made no moan. 7164|They raised it up to meet 7164|The world with proud disdain, 7164|And set it on a level height 7164|With those that held it then. 7164|But I have walked 'mid men alive 7164|And watched their hearts grow old 7164|And all their thoughts grow wise and brave, 7164|The dreams that now are flown. 7164|And I have watched my spirit too 7164|Change from a boy to a man, 7164|For a high purpose, that I know, 7164|And one that knows nought. 7164|The dreams that I shall see to-night 7164|Will be as bright as they? 7164|And will they be as sad as they? 7164|My spirit asks! 7164|And will the light that once streamed from thine eyes 7164|Change now--I cannot tell-- 7164|And will the tears we shed for fear of the old, 7164|Come as sweet as they are? 7164|I stand upon a lofty hill, 7164|And I sit in thy silent eyes, 7164|Watching the shadows pass; 7164|And I know that my soul shall lie 7164|In the heart of thy soul there, 7164|To rest in that quiet sphere 7164|To-night at last. 7164|I walk in the city streets, 7164|Where the night goes by; 7164|And I hear the sounds of toil 7164|From a thousand tongues! 7164|With the people of this people, 7164|They have made me king! 7164|For I know that a higher power, 7164|Beyond the reach of men, 7164|Sits above this frail little world, 7164|To which we cannot reach; 7164|And that God who is love, who is peace, 7164|Has sent me to lead His city 7164|With mighty hands. 7164|As I walk in thy golden streets, 7164|Where the people go, 7164|And each man comes a suppliant-- 7164|A stranger there--to thee, 7164|As he came to Christ, my father! 7164|As a man to the child he loves-- 7164|A friend without shame-- 7164|As one by one his friends repair 7164|And wait for him in their place-- 7164|As one by one his friends repair 7164|And wait for him in their place -- 7164|As one by one the pilgrims stand 7164|To bless the king of kings, 7164|The crown is given when all is spent 7164|For a day at the altar; 7164|As one by one he comes and forth 7164|Showing a sign of joy to all 7164|As one by one the pilgrim kings 7164|With flowers in their hair, 7164|That the dust of the world may seem 7164|One time to the heart of the pilgrim kingdom! 7164|The king of kings has no crown of gold; 7164|He brings not gifts of silver and stone. 7164|In thy heart is his great gift given, 7164|If he would give the dust of the world! 7164|The king of kings no crown of gold; 7164|When he has heard the word of the bride, 7164|If he would have the dust of the world! 7164|It says in the Scriptures that He 7164|Who is love, peace and majesty, 7164|And who cometh unbotched and bowed 7164|With all his broken and unshriven band, 7164|When he comes not in an armor plain, 7164|And makes no great deal of those things, 7164|And is known as a man for no such thing, 7164|Should wear no crown with a heart to please. 7164|Thou art the king whose people know 7164|The face of their king, whose people know 7164|The name of the king whose people know, 7164|And by what sign that the king whose people know. 7164|I am the man whose people know 7164|The glory of the man whose people know, 7164|And how through the darkness ======================================== SAMPLE 4980 ======================================== 1279|And I shan't say the same for you, 1279|If, as for one, you die! 1279|O, you poor, neglected creatures 1279|That live, yet cannot die! 1279|O, speak! speak! speak! speak! 1279|For, sadly honest, you 1279|Live on--and are well enough 1279|In your mothers' arms yet. 1279|I've seen the flower of Beauty 1279|Pass from the bower of bliss, 1279|But still I weep its dateless blossom, 1279|It's dust amid the flowers: 1279|And all too cheap as thou art to buy romantic verse, 1279|Thy verse is still with me,-- 1279|The withered leaf is still-- 1279|The maiden now is left alone-- 1279|And we, poor mites that we are, 1279|Are left alone to moan. 1279|And yet, as Time has oft decreed, 1279|When I remember 1279|The sweet-heart left, I feel a strange disappointment and dismay; 1279|And though it be, as all men do, 1279|A curious, though a strange, event, 1279|Yet I remember, oh, how strange this change has been! 1279|There are maids, when love o'er, 1279|Laden with bliss to give, 1279|Whose heart the fause of flame 1279|Of passion could but know, 1279|Or he who in those kisses died. 1279|There are, with life unslain, 1279|Whose fond fancies languish, 1279|Who, in the dying ember, think to bid a last good-by! 1279|Forget the dead, forget the past, 1279|And be ye cheerless Future never. 1279|Be Fate unkind 1279|To your best wishes, who have striv'n 1279|To win the maid, whom ye did desire! 1279|Be Fate still kinder kinder 1279|To a present lover, who in soul 1279|Hath your short life well experienc'd,-- 1279|Whose wish you sadly stren'n't, yet can find vent to speak! 1279|The last of his sweet time 1279|A lonely widower cam, 1279|Widowed, and for the last time free. 1279|The cottagers their tenantage did meet and sever, 1279|He left his darling--he the dearest--for the dear, dear, dear 1279|As fause as ever could a dog be, with his face a hunter's, 1279|The farmer threst him--the wretch, "Ha, ha!" quoth he, "and 1279|And a thousand cries he bare, and nothing durst the fellow 1279|Fade in his heart, and the thought is quite forgot; 1279|But O she's nae my ain, she's lov'd till the morrow--he's ta'en her 1279|"But lo! yestreen, wi' sprightly throttle great mair speed was 1279|buzzin' the bane and the licht, 1279|While in his lady's pibroch the strathspeaun shook the birk-tree, 1279|But the dame was wauken, and sae stauken, and sae strae-leapple'd, 1279|The auld wife's aye thro' her apron-tail unco happy, 1279|She think'd, the least thing that ony could undo her! 1279|"But he's got him, sir, in the hirples, and on account of the fause 1279|In a fause day I was glad ony that he gaed awa'; 1279|Altho' I knew that he'll ne'er return, I was as certain that he'd 1279|And when next he comes, ye're sure to hear, 1279|Ye'll hear in your hallow'd een that his name is Nane! 1279|The gowans and the doublets I wish him luck in his wantonness; 1279|It were a sin to be sad when the chap's return'd." 1279|Hereupon spak the old man, 1279|"Nane, he is as sic a lad as ever we brought hame; ======================================== SAMPLE 4990 ======================================== 1568|And, I think, I heard a voice reply:- 1568|The world is in a whirlwind so. 1568|Oh, I am weary of the thrumming of drum and banjo. 1568|We've been living in the wilderness, 1568|Whare the wind blows free and the land's so green, 1568|Where the young suns ride like fawns on a trail 1568|Across the purple West, 1568|And the high stars whistle out of their arches of blue. 1568|They're dancing round the fires of the world 1568|To the music of their tune, 1568|And the wind in the hollow trees is a-shouting 1568|As they meet the ripe clover blooms, 1568|And a-blowing thro' the golden hours. 1568|But we have heard too much of the wind-flurry 1568|And the night-shatter by the Ways, 1568|And the cries of the folk in the villages, 1568|And the clanging sounds and whirr 1568|Of the wheel of the flying days. 1568|And our hearts are weary of the whirr, 1568|And of the nights of the world's great rout. 1568|We'll sit on the grass-top if it's green, 1568|And gaze at the stars, and kiss at the sea, 1568|And the song in our souls and the wind in our lungs. 1568|We'll do the little good that we know, 1568|And the little that we hope for the day, 1568|And make the world a little better yet 1568|Thinking of the things that are to be. 1568|If the world will have no more green days, 1568|If the world has no more flowers, 1568|We'll eat our food and sleep on our plates, 1568|And never, never weep. 1568|If the world will have no more days, 1568|We'll never count the hour of dew; 1568|It has grown too weary to be done, 1568|For there's never a flower to be bought. 1568|We'll do our chores and go to bed 1568|As clock and toaster go to sleep, 1568|With never an hour too weary 1568|For one thing that's just begun. 1568|The moon shines on the valley wide, 1568|The golden clouds sail north and west, 1568|The water is all light. 1568|There's never a song to wake the dawn, 1568|There's never a moon to light the skies, 1568|But things are all so still and fair 1568|That it seems as they are sleeping. 1568|I will not weep 1568|When I see the children, white and tall, 1568|Sitting still, 1568|Watching with thirst for nought to eat. 1568|They seem not to have any play - 1568|A very artificial joy, 1568|Created purely for their sake. 1568|'Twere better if they were sent away 1568|From childish occupations. 1568|There's something dull and empty now - 1568|A thing of very little worth; 1568|For what is it but the dream of rest - 1568|The dream of to-morrow, too bright? 1568|Yet, when in mists and shadows huddled, 1568|They lie and dream with eyes of pain, 1568|Dream, till their hidden hurts arise, 1568|And gnaw away their hearts in vain? 1568|Ah, those were childish ways, 1568|When dreams were all so drear; 1568|Ah, those were childish ways 1568|When hope was all so sweet, 1568|And youth its perfect eveings brought. 1568|The flowers are grown, and yet 1568|They breathe the balmy gale: 1568|A brighter light shall never beam. 1568|Still the dark trees flow 1568|Into a dream of peace; 1568|And the white flowers that kissed our way, 1568|Still cling to our remembrance still. 1568|The sun has faded from the scene - 1568|The moon has sunk to rest, 1568|And we linger and listen, while 1568|Our hearts go seeking his bright eye. 1568|The day is far too soon, 15 ======================================== SAMPLE 5000 ======================================== 1568|And I am the most impotent. 1568|In the dark and the wind I am a slave - 1568|When the wind shakes my head I shivers - 1568|And all night through the wind I can only cry. 1568|And sometimes the wind that blows in the dark 1568|I hear cry out in a voice of weeping, 1568|And the trees cry out to me in the night 1568|How many are the dead in the land of the night. 1568|Out of the darkness, I cry: what number 1568|Are all the dead in the land of the night? 1568|The night is black with wind, 1568|And the black wind screams that we must save them; 1568|O, but, if we save them, what number 1568|Are all the dead in the land of the night? 1568|The night is black with wind; 1568|But we must save the dead, 1568|The wind is silent, I cry, for all. 1568|The night is black, and the wind is still, 1568|And the night rocks the stars, and the sky is grey, 1568|And the stars are all crying, 'Save them! Save them!' 1568|The stars are shouting, 'Save them! 1568|Save them, oh, save them! 1568|Save the dead from the dark!' 1568|The night is black with wind; 1568|The black wind screams, 'I will wind them.' 1568|He is shouting, 'Save them!' and 'Save the dead.' 1568|Our hands and feet are futile, futile, 1568|The sea, the wind, the night is rocking us, 1568|And no one will save us from the dark. 1568|He is shouting, 'Save them! 1568|Save the dead!' and 'Saves the dead!' 1568|The wind is silent, silent, for all. 1568|My heart and I are doomed, 1568|All the winds are round us 1568|And the sea rolls up its thoughts, 1568|And my heart rocks in its spite; 1568|Heaven hangs the sun in space, 1568|With us he lies in torment, 1568|The long bright sun in the sky is breaking his bow, 1568|And the stars, like white wings, look down in a pit-fall of light. 1568|But he keeps the wind at bay, 1568|He is the master of the sea, 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent the whole day long 1568|He will lift the heavy clouds, 1568|He will find a way through them all for him. 1568|The sun looks down and the sky looks down, 1568|He will find a way to love in his hour of despair. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary 1568|(How can he speak when all the sea is so still and white?) 1568|The water is all that he can hear, 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary, 1568|He will find a way to love in his hour of pain. 1568|The stars look down in love, and the wind looks down in scorn, 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary, 1568|He will find a way to love in his hour of woe. 1568|I am silent, silent, and weary, 1568|I have only my eyes for witness 1568|In the great abyss of my soul for him. 1568|He will find a way through it all for him. 1568|He is silent, silent, and weary, 1568|And the stars look down in silence on the dead. 1568|He has found his own way into the night, 1568|He has found his way out of the day. 1568|The tide is a grey sea-gull, 1568|Flapping out to land, 1568|But all the sea-people there 1568|Crowd beneath its wings 1568|Like ghosts under the sea, 1568|It flaps on, flaps out to sea, 1568|Crowded, clamorous, afraid, 1568|To get at them--any one 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 5010 ======================================== 1279|The king's in heering, but the country's in the gorse. 1279|But the gorse the better for the king; 1279|For the courtly heart will ne'er agree to that: 1279|For 'twas in the king's furst that the queen's heart was born! 1279|Tune--"When I came to my Lord Lennox's Mortuary." 1279|Now to the drinking-bout, gillies and gillies, 1279|And a glass of Baile-borgan! 1279|When I came to my Lord Lennox's Mortuary, 1279|A poor houlet lay in that chamber; 1279|And a ghost that night was seen to fly 1279|From that chamber unto the bar. 1279|The wretched houlet in distress 1279|Thus spake unto his horrid guardian: 1279|"A ghastly ghost I am, that haunt thee! 1279|And it grieves me much to see thee! 1279|"And thou diddest keep my heart from harm, 1279|And gave'st me food and rugs to wear; 1279|Thou mad'st me give this bleeding hart 1279|A crust of bread to eat. 1279|"Now, what profit that thou gav'st me this, 1279|To eat, though thou didst kill my hart!" 1279|That night, by night, in sorrowing mood, 1279|In chamber, chamber, hall, and ward, 1279|The mournful ghosts of Lennox and his men 1279|In mazes all the morrows passed. 1279|The wretched houlet was in great distress, 1279|To see her husband in the ward; 1279|She called aloud for Eo for her sake, 1279|To come and see that hart. 1279|But when her lord's return she could not find, 1279|She found a different Eo; 1279|She sought for her kind sister, Clytie, 1279|And when she came to Eo again, 1279|She found the same dread houlet there. 1279|They took her to the chamber, and there kiss'd, 1279|An anxious houlet there was she: 1279|Her heart within her beat again, 1279|For ever, for ever, as she kenn'd. 1279|O the sad houlet! her poor lord was dead, 1279|She was in deep despair; 1279|So on she ran, and through the wood so far, 1279|(The houlet cried with weeping,) 1279|She met poor little Cuninneen 1279|With half the world a stranger. 1279|Eo heard the widow Cuninneen cry, 1279|As poor Eo ran weeping by, 1279|"My husband! my dearest husband! why 1279|Dost thou lie within thy grave?" 1279|"Lay him in 'mantel,' fair lady, I pray thee, 1279|And have thy hart for wife: 1279|"For, if I living were, I 'd share thy pain, 1279|I would not be the weak one's friend. 1279|"I have a sister in the king's court, 1279|Whose heart I here would heal; 1279|But, oh! that hart is white with with age, 1279|Or else my soul is come again!" 1279|With hounds and hounds' hollowness down the mountain, 1279|They have missed the hart o' Lennox; 1279|Now only hart and hollowness make chase, 1279|And Lennox's hart may outmatch them. 1279|Up and down the hart descends, 1279|And down the hart descends, 1279|But still the hollowness doth go round, 1279|The hollowness goes round. 1279|O, the king has heard o' late, I ween, 1279|Upon some rugged knightly mead, 1279|A story of a lady fair, 1279|Whom the knights shot through and through 1279|For the love of chivalry. 1279|This lady was a Dando true, 1279|And had lost her Knight on the green, 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 5020 ======================================== 20956|Whereon the bluebird to and fro 20956|The trees in silence doth re-bellow, 20956|While she, the flower of all the grove, 20956|Lures on the dewy grass to sun: 20956|And thus, for ever with the sun, 20956|The flowers of all the wood are reared: 20956|In silent awe the woods adore 20956|The Goddess of the forest's power. 20956|So to me thou turn'st with humble love, 20956|And ask'st me from the happy band 20956|That loves the grassy meads around, 20956|To look with its own longing eyes, 20956|On this and that green spot alone. 20956|There came one day a gallant knight 20956|To knightly games and tournaments; 20956|And riding by a tree's clear stem, 20956|He saw a maiden fair and free. 20956|Said that young knight to his right hand apprentice, 20956|"Well sung is that sweet, free strain!" 20956|To his left hand apprentice made answer, 20956|"She loves it well herself!" 20956|I've seen the green in ancient lands 20956|Like leaves with leaves interstrown; 20956|I've seen the yellow of the rose, 20956|The yellow of the poppy-seeded corn; 20956|And all around the garden's sheen, 20956|The bright blue of the autumnal sky, 20956|I've seen the rich blue of the May. 20956|I've seen the sweet in spring may, 20956|And ever since I can remember 20956|I've loved it more and more. 20956|I've seen the bright in autumn's gray, 20956|The soft blue of the April sky; 20956|And even through the leafless tree, 20956|Like some lone spirit's song, I've strayed. 20956|The colors now, they seem to bide, 20956|The flowers that once were mine, 20956|The garden-bloom that's gone forever, 20956|The meadow-grasses grown, 20956|By many a sunbeam's silver light, 20956|Now know not May's sweet sight 20956|And all their faded grace, 20956|Nor May's fair glory, green and bright, 20956|Shall be the same to me. 20956|I go from happy lands: 20956|My father may be here, 20956|Or where the western seas roll; 20956|And yet I am not sad. 20956|My life is dark and lone: 20956|My kindred are abroad 20956|And live to see me come; 20956|Yet I am not sad. 20956|I go from joy and light: 20956|My brother may be far: 20956|Yet I am not sad. 20956|My life was not in yonder west-- 20956|But if I had to die 20956|I'd die with him and weep, but now-- 20956|O, weep for him! and for his sake 20956|That mourns to see me here. 20956|O, thou with the deep dark eye, 20956|And the broad crown of gold, 20956|Whom the gods, and the gods in haste, 20956|Would turn and say "Hahnsumai," 20956|And make a loud laughing song 20956|To welcome thee to heaven. 20956|Who art thou, that with such fame 20956|Should I be heralded hither? 20956|Wilt thou come with a small band 20956|And bid thy coming tell? 20956|Wilt bring with thee a little band 20956|My glad-eyed people here, 20956|To wait the welcome of the King-- 20956|Who, when he sees this crowd, 20956|Will make it sign and seal, 20956|And will, by token, lead them out 20956|Into the light, all men. 20956|As to a child a slave thou art 20956|And I to my dear friend the King; 20956|Yet we have not come in vain, 20956|But we have won our justest right 20956|And willed the right unquelled 20956|Against a thousand years of wrong. 20956|O! was it not the might 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 5030 ======================================== 1287|Lured by the beautiful scene-- 1287|"Thou, who hast drawn thy wing 1287|Down on this field, 1287|Shalt thou glide forever to thy fate in the sky?" 1287|Then the bird sang,--"Praise God in turn for thy coming!" 1287|Then the sun, the mother-bird, arose with joy,-- 1287|Rising from his nest amidst the deep, bright blue air. 1287|Hanging on his young 1287|Round the green leaf he sings, 1287|"Oh where can I fly, my father dear, 1287|Where may we meet? 1287|On thy bosom, my mother dear, 1287|All the world is fair; 1287|Where, my father! where the place, 1287|Where we would meet? 1287|Where the land all gladdening lies, 1287|Where we'd meet to-morrow day, 1287|Where in the far-off future dwell? 1287|Oh, my mother! oh, my father! 1287|(What would all things have above!) 1287|Ah, the mother,--(what 's a tear?) 1287|Ah, the father! who may give 1287|Only gratitude,--for you 1287|Leave the land with all its bliss,-- 1287|Leave the loveliest day,--but one, 1287|Fare you well!" 1287|GOD! how far, and how swift the hours! 1287|Life has ever sped for me, 1287|As the years have sped for me! 1287|From my youth I've been instructed, 1287|As the years have been instructed; 1287|Ever loved I life, as one 1287|Who has loved the future never! 1287|Yet to me the distant future 1287|Has appeared a hundred times, 1287|As a figure I have found, 1287|Where I longed to find that future 1287|All before me ever! 1287|If a mortal to-day,-- 1287|Who the age is to-day,-- 1287|Should desire to go 1287|To yon lovely hill, 1287|With its azure crest, 1287|In summer-time, 1287|And on its green lap, 1287|Sitting, it would be 1287|O'erwhelming sorrow 1287|To find there, 1287|Yet, for me, 1287|There my heart would yearn, 1287|For love it would be mine, 1287|Not to see the day, 1287|While its own star 1287|Sparkled bright in heaven's distance 1287|'Neath a cloudless sky! 1287|The heart's self would I defy! 1287|To be with thee, 1287|In the hour when life 1287|Is most clear and still! 1287|Oh, my mother! thou hast said,--"The moon is in heaven, 1287|The sea-fowl's nest, with the sea-mew's brood." 1287|But why, my child, wouldst thou go thus far afar? 1287|Why, as far as my understanding holds, 1287|Mayest thou not go to heaven 1287|With that multitude? 1287|And if thou hast there been 1287|One among all their train, 1287|With him thou shalt enjoy the joy 1287|All of life to be! 1287|If thou hast not,--thy friend, 1287|If by no chance thou hast,-- 1287|May no cloud rise, 1287|Might no joy be lost, 1287|In thy parting e'en! 1287|Oh, could my love be 1287|A wish, then the wish would not vanish 1287|'Neath my bosom's shadow to-night, 1287|And my lips would breathe freely to say, 1287|"If thou wouldst wish to have me, 1287|Then love me now!" 1287|THERE is such an one as you 1287|Who have such a name from me: 1287|To me his face is dear, 1287|And his deeds make my heart to light. 1287|I'd give him life and death, he's a friend of mine,-- 1287|He is not a villain, nor ======================================== SAMPLE 5040 ======================================== 615|In the old Roman city, where thou liest; 615|Nor would I to thee my story tell more near 615|Who gave you the good steed, who should be near 615|To thee, the king's son thou, when thou hast 615|Slew the fair maiden. Such the law that guides 615|All the strange feats that in thy breast I see; 615|That, if thou art that gallant cavalier 615|Who for thy people wert not late believed, 615|The king's son by thee shall perish by the spear. 615|"Him who the young Prince Roland left in scorn 615|In the great field, nor durst, I think, appear, 615|But that, when his returning march was past, 615|Him of a sudden, by a mountain-glade, 615|His faithful comrade found, while he in chase 615|Rode through the wood; and the good steed was tied 615|Him beside whom he his chase pursued; 615|Who, seeing him, the damsel pursued with speed. 615|Then did you see and to the damsel said, 615|(Even by a mountain-sweet and clear, whose side 615|Was laid with grass) 'Now, young Orlando, bring 615|Me to this place so famed; 'since here I hie 615|For thee from death, this hour before thine eyes.' 615|"She to her faithful comrade's words obeys: 615|He to her, at this point, with trembling hand 615|Carrying her, o'er a wide and open space 615|Of brambles and of verdant vegetation, 615|Moved where she was, and at the mountain-head 615|Of a rock was seen to move, and from the height 615|Began to call to her, 'Hither bring me, maid, 615|How to this place shall I obtain a way; 615|Where I, to be of thee more faithful, must 615|Receive such terms: nor this shall be alone 615|Haply devised by me, but a thing so high 615|Of mystery it may not be explained. 615|"This rock, which thou perceivest not upon ground, 615|Thou must descry, in order first to know; 615|I whose long years of care am wearied, hear. 615|I from a youth of mean degree rose, 615|To which I was so far beneath, to heaven, 615|Thou kingly, that I need were poor even yet, 615|To have, perchance, been thy faithful Servant. 615|"A place I left thee (for thou couldst not find) 615|There in a hollow, that in turn o'ertook 615|Sturdy rock, that, stretching his strong neck above, 615|The stone in front, with him, the beauteous maid 615|Of Meroe did possess. -- As at night, 615|In woods, thy horse is wandering, and in vain, 615|So oft, methinks, a gallant churl has tried 615|'Tis ever so to climb the crag so steep, 615|That, from its base, he cannot leap, I wist. 615|"To me is known to pass a rocky side, 615|And, near the crag, in valley close to find 615|A passage by whose foot I hope to rise. 615|I in this place my steed, I know not how, 615|But in the valley near the crag have placed 615|My shield; nor do the crows and nightingales 615|Bear it for me, but that I can defend 615|Myself and thee, with faulchion, sword and shield: 615|So must you see the matter for your own, 615|My friend; nor shall a friendly damsel try 615|With such a weapon to dissuade my force." 615|This heard the damsel without more delay, 615|Who promised to be at Orlando's side; 615|When he to her the horse, who brought the gear, 615|And other arms, beside her chamber lay, 615|As he who with Orlando rode, drew near: 615|And, while she her beloved lord espies, 615|Besprinkled with sweat, and pensive with despair, 615|To arms! and shouts and clanging trill the palfry sound. 615|For while Orlando, in the dale, was hush'd 615|B ======================================== SAMPLE 5050 ======================================== 1151|There where their fathers fell in battle, 1151|But a little while before they died, 1151|They fought with battle, their limbs beating 1151|Strong as our land's strong countrymen. 1151|And still they fought, and still they fought, 1151|With swords and swords and swords they slew! 1151|The sword of God fell ever with them, 1151|And the spear of Hell was never seen. 1151|The King's great son, O brave and mighty, 1151|And the brave little son of his father, 1151|And the great friend, the gracious king's son, 1151|Were both of them all that they might have. 1151|And the noble young son, great and manly, 1151|And the fair young son of the wise and wary, 1151|And the great brave son who fought with his sword 1151|To save his father's right, and the land, 1151|And all that were strong of limb and of eye, 1151|And all those who dwelt in that dear territory, 1151|Beheld the three of them at last lie slain, 1151|And all in the narrow way they died 1151|Beheld the great ocean grey with waves, 1151|And the ship with her sixty men on board 1151|Swirling, and driving onward from the land, 1151|And the grey waters, black as with swords. 1151|And they watched, and watched, and watched with heart of care, 1151|Till the daylight in the west was gone, 1151|Till the long shadows of the night came on them, 1151|And the night with her long and gloomy shroud 1151|Gleamed through the darkness of the far-off country. 1151|Then all the stout young men, the gallant young men, 1151|The well-loved sons of their paternal town, 1151|They drew their broad swords, they leapt o'er the mast, 1151|They swept all the sea with the great flag flying, 1151|And the ship in the harbour swung without hands. 1151|And they watched, and watched, and watched with hearts grown bold, 1151|Till the long shadows of the night grew deep, 1151|And the King's great son, O brave and mighty, 1151|The King of all the valiant young men, 1151|Borne on his grey-headed army of old, 1151|With its glittering ensigns and its dust behind him 1151|Through the night with the daylight as a screen. 1151|The next day, with the day before it, 1151|Like a smoke of incense, and the first light 1151|Of the eastern skies, they went over the sea. 1151|The King's great son, O brave and mighty, 1151|The King of all the brave young men, 1151|The King of all the chariots and cars, 1151|And of all the lands, was going to Rome. 1151|From the town-gate all the watch-fires rose: 1151|They looked to the east at the country downs; 1151|At the country towns and the riverside; 1151|They looked to the northwest; and scarce could see 1151|The southern wester, yet they followed him. 1151|In the land of Italy they passed, 1151|And they looked to the south, by the hillsides cool, 1151|Till they came by Taborio's fountain, 1151|The fountain of their last battle won, 1151|And they saw the great cathedral gleaming 1151|On the mountains overhead, and the roof-pilots flying 1151|To and from the tan-jays on the tops of the heights. 1151|And when he came at last to Verruchio, 1151|Where the great cathedral is built in the marts, 1151|He saw once more the fair dome shining 1151|And the birds that sing their last in the sun. 1151|And the noble King, the old king, looked down 1151|With a smile upon the place where his house stood, 1151|And he went on by the fair city streets, 1151|The city that will be for ever and for aye. 1151|On, on, to the water by steps and rooms, 1151|And on, on, by tower, and in church, and bridge, 1151| ======================================== SAMPLE 5060 ======================================== 19096|The world's his native garden-land, 19096|Where all the flowers are free and fine, 19096|And, while o'er all the ground he roves, 19096|He leaves the roses behind. 19096|The wind came down from the ocean's breast, 19096|It tossed the tall willows down: 19096|A thousand scarlet leaves that swayed, 19096|And seemed to waver in his course, 19096|With a thousand silver rings that danced 19096|In a thousand dancing circles round. 19096|All the violets of the vale 19096|In the forest, with their white and red, 19096|Waved to the sound of a gentle song; 19096|And soft winds that the woods exhale 19096|Through the fragrant leaves and branches play, 19096|And murmurers hear their music swell; 19096|But there was a sound as of the sea, 19096|That filled the forest with a sound of power. 19096|The sun shone out on the sea and land, 19096|At midnight and at morn, for they shone, 19096|And the moon, like the splendour of day, 19096|Spread her broad light through a golden mist: 19096|He saw the moon go round, go round, 19096|With a course that never looked complete: 19096|He saw the moon go down like a rose 19096|That has lost its petals and is gone! 19096|O fair and green and bright! 19096|And then he heard the ocean's song! 19096|The sea was singing through the trees, 19096|And round the world like a singing bird 19096|It went, and it seemed to be afraid. 19096|At dawn the white moon came, and when 19096|The sea sang loud and the winds blew free, 19096|The moon sang sweet as the morning's breath: 19096|She shone like a rose at morning's birth. 19096|And then the violets in the grove 19096|Their bright eyes looked from, as though they knew 19096|The leaves were gathering: the sun was just 19096|O'er brows a golden crown that shone; 19096|It seemed to be saying, in a tone 19096|That seemed to bring the gladness and the love, 19096|"The days' time is come when we two are bounding, 19096|And the seasons are coming and the summer's past." 19096|Oh! we sing to the blue-bell of the year, 19096|To the rose-leaves that gather in her hair, 19096|To the blossom of all that is fair; 19096|To the bee with his winging song; 19096|To the bee with his wing sound and slow, 19096|In the sweet morning light. 19096|And oft we sing her to a cuckoo 19096|From the hill where she is leaning low; 19096|Who is singing to the little bird 19096|That sings so merry as she lies. 19096|And we say, as one who listens, "Yes; 19096|We may come and go again,-- 19096|Sorrow never wearieth, 19096|Triumph never dims;-- 19096|So long as dawn is streaming, 19096|So long as the blue skies glow, 19096|Love is with us as one we found, 19096|By the way we went; 19096|For the morning smiles are gathering 19096|About the coming day, 19096|And you shall see us coming, bringing 19096|Your heart and me." 19096|The sun went up on the day of his birth, 19096|And the white clouds, the cloud-enfolding robes, 19096|As of some queenly queen come silently, 19096|And o'er the earth her garments of light 19096|Spread dimmer than the curtains of a tomb; 19096|While from the woods and fields, 19096|With love and love in equal might, 19096|He came to his own. ======================================== SAMPLE 5070 ======================================== 2620|"We have had much to think of since last we spoke 2620|"This hand has held my hand, and now I hold 2620|"This heart, and then my heart." 2620|"That were a crime with fewest grounds; 2620|I pray you, tell me, why, my child, am I here? 2620|"A moment yet I watch the flaring sun 2620|"Above your tower, and hear its light"-- 2620|He ceased, and answered coldly, "'Tis well. 2620|"But why? Why is my child these evil things? 2620|"Heed not my heart: in many days I did 2620|"What angels here would make her do." 2620|"But she is ill-natured, and her love is great. 2620|"My father is to-day come: a stranger to her: 2620|"But why did you leave us, if you would leave her?" 2620|"But why?" "Because she wronged me: that were a crime." 2620|"Well, so 'tis written. I shall be free to-morrow. 2620|"You think I hate her, O thou cruel boy, 2620|"Who scorned her father's court, and killed her brother. 2620|"You see, I have one virtue. Come, here I go: 2620|"It is my God and God's, no vice but this. 2620|"Thou trustest not to me, my heart! Come, boy! 2620|"Thy father served the Saracens; and where? 2620|"Here, in this tower below where my father's bones 2620|"Are piled up, he lies below. Why then, come down! 2620|"'Tis a crime unheard of? O no, child, it be 2620|"This curse upon all creatures to violate 2620|"The God, if living, and the law, if dead." 2620|"If God's will, God's law be, child, 'tis I. 2620|"God's curse! I would not curse it, friend. I love 2620|"Thee too too well to drive thee, like a boy, 2620|"Intoxaged with pride for others' good, away 2620|"And leave my mother in her helplessness alone. 2620|"God's curse!" 2620|She smiled, and then her fingers moved. Her cheek grew pale. 2620|The voice ceased. 2620|Her eyes fell, and she sank; and when that hour 2620|She took her wonted seat, her daughter stood 2620|In place, yet lifted up her pleading hand. 2620|"And is it thus that thou, my dear, art gone, 2620|"To leave me thus, and leave me thus alone? 2620|"It were most cruel, father, to desert me 2620|"So soon from thee, and leave me thus alone. 2620|"Is it not strange, father, this desertion? 2620|"Why, love, no longer can my being draw 2620|"Thy hand, and so departest? Is it not 2620|"Too sad to leave thee, and thy child to be, 2620|"Thus, father, leaving thee, and only thee? 2620|"Too great an one as thou, too loving, mild, 2620|"I knew would love again, who near thee saw 2620|"What wretchedness, and what distress and woe; 2620|"And I must look on, and see the light fade 2620|"That ne'er was in me, or left a shadow there: 2620|"I could have waited; waited, when I saw 2620|"Thy grief in secret, like the sighing in the clime, 2620|"Too great to bear alone, yet not more hard. 2620|"God grant I may not!" he said; and then he drew 2620|Her to her lying side, and, grieving there, 2620|Wept and lamented. Then he laid his hand 2620|Upon her lips, and slowly drew the hair 2620|Back from her lips, and touched with tender touch 2620|Her lips and tender bosom: and the hand 2620|Took from her face the hand that was too great 2620| ======================================== SAMPLE 5080 ======================================== 37804|The world is a great big hole, whose side is a dungeon, 37804|Where he whose name is not to be forgot 37804|Is a man kept in the dungeon. 37804|'O, if ye love me,' said my woman, 'yea, 37804|I am mine own, my own fair love, and all mine own;' 37804|And I answered, 'Yea, so let it stand, 37804|For in love I love that none shall prove thee lesser;' 37804|In sorrow, when the world is a great big hole, 37804|The soul in the deep hole shall stand; 37804|In sorrow, when the world grows dark with a stain, 37804|We have not our own way with our love, 37804|Nor the love that makes us all our own, 37804|And, sorrow, our love groweth stronger still. 37804|'Nay, but when thou lovest me, the world is a mighty hole, 37804|Till thou lovest thy soul when the world is a deep hole.' 37804|And I answered, 'Yea, love me, for I am mine own, 37804|And I love for love of my own;' 37804|And my heart to be loved of its own was so good, 37804|I never would turn away in the night, 37804|To fear the curse of another's will. 37804|The World is a huge Hole, but none shall dare 37804|To go without love and tenderness; 37804|And we stand within the hole by a lovely light, 37804|That makes the hole lovely as day; 37804|And a smile falls on the face of the hole 37804|When one is near the heart of the hole. 37804|They are not so high, but far in our eyes: 37804|The worlds are two hills, and both to each 37804|They are three little islands of the sky. 37804|And yet they are less than three yards high 37804|From the sky downward, and less than three 37804|In sight of each; and in them the skies 37804|Are three little islands of light. 37804|For the worlds are three hills with two small havens 37804|Like to one hill, but in three places, 37804|And between the hills, of little islands, 37804|They stand like islands of the sky. 37804|And as when one looks down from the sea, 37804|To love looks with eyes of the sea; 37804|So look there a love more fine than glass 37804|On the eyes of us whose soul is stone: 37804|For the eyes of us whose soul is stone 37804|Look love so far up, they are blind. 37804|For the hills are three little islands of light: 37804|But none may go to the deepest abyss 37804|By one, or two, or three, or four ways 37804|That the three smallest islands cover: 37804|And we who gaze on them, cannot see 37804|The hidden way of the three smallest. 37804|For in the depth they are three small havens, 37804|And as heaven's outermost outermost, 37804|There is no one who walks to the shore 37804|But must walk to three small islands. 37804|The stars are as many colours to one eye, 37804|And yet they are more than one; 37804|For all the many splendour that they bear 37804|Is mingled in them the same: 37804|And these are but three small islands of light 37804|With which we can view the skies, 37804|And all the rest is a wonderful lie 37804|To them that hold your gaze. 37804|For if you look on them not with a face, 37804|For if you look on them and say, 37804|'I see not because they have not my look, 37804|Nor because they are of mine eye'; 37804|You still will see the stars, and still 37804|Will see their splendour, and still will know 37804|The three-eyed hawk, the three-winged eagle, 37804|The white-winged vulture, the seven-headed seraph, 37804|The star that hath no name in heaven; 37804|Therein you never could abide 37804|The seven-winged, or the seven-headed seraph, 37804 ======================================== SAMPLE 5090 ======================================== 19385|We'll welcome thee again in bliss, 19385|As happy men were we; 19385|We'll be thy stars, dear, till our last day. 19385|We loved her as the gods love, 19385|Though she was fairer far, 19385|And the sweetest words she could utter, 19385|Were, "I love thee, master mine." 19385|We loved her as the gods love, 19385|Though the sun never shone above-- 19385|And, with many kisses, 19385|Her lily fingers held her 19385|Upon the mountain height. 19385|We loved her as the gods love, 19385|Although she seemed as fair 19385|As the moon in her golden orb, &c. 19385|We'd meet no more if thy cheek should grow pale, 19385|Thy cheek to rise and grow more pale; 19385|We'd meet no more where sorrows are unknown, 19385|Or friends more true and dear remain! 19385|Thou hast a lovely, gentle maid, 19385|Wearied and pensive as a bee; 19385|She's weary and desponding--and sighing, 19385|She is on the wing for thee. 19385|Oh! come with me--it's not unmeet, 19385|Or hard or cold as thou or I, 19385|And let thy soul's thoughts be for ever 19385|Whispering of happiness for me. 19385|Her feet to the garden go, 19385|Her little hands, to spin, 19385|Or to gather flowers and play-- 19385|'Tis she whose bosom's dear to thee; 19385|And she shall be my darling bride-- 19385|So let my heart be to thee 19385|A sheltering stronghold, so did mine own. 19385|She sat beside her garden-wall: 19385|"So fair," she said, "the moon's to see, 19385|We'll hide it at the top of yonder tree, 19385|And play till the morning star; 19385|Or if you like it higher, you may, 19385|To bed--and all shall be well-- 19385|While we are watching the skies here by the tree!" 19385|The night was in her silver hair, 19385|The dark, dark night seemed to close 19385|In silence round her brows of snow; 19385|On her white hand she laid a rose, 19385|For she was dying, and all were by her side. 19385|"I love thee, love my darling; 19385|Come, kiss me!"--"Love is such a burden," 19385|He said, "as love to him who cannot live without it." 19385|"Ah, love! thou hast done us, this, too, well!" 19385|Her eyes were soft, but made to answer none; 19385|"Then kiss me still," she said, "or else be gone! 19385|The night is near me--I dare not sleep, 19385|And never, to my sorrow, shall awake." 19385|She smiled--"It is but parting!"--and she fled; 19385|"O no, my darling, no!" she cried, 19385|And sought the woodland, and sat at length 19385|Beside the rose--in her angel's place. 19385|But ah! could she not love a rose, 19385|Nor kiss it for the heart to cheer, 19385|Nor kiss it in the sweetest way, 19385|Nor lay it at her heart again? 19385|'Tis but parting since she's parted so! 19385|Oh! heartless heartless heartless heart! 19385|How she'd have flown, like the swift Spring-flowers, 19385|Had not old Pity's dimpled finger 19385|The wingèd sister of the gardener, 19385|With a word of warning, speedily 19385|Caught her long-lost sister by the ear. 19385|Ah! there were roses in the bed, 19385|Where she had fallen, and, like white moons, 19385|Tranquil, soft-souled things gazed on her, 19385|As the pale, shadowy flowers look on the sea; 19385|And, in her hand, an ivory wand, 19385|Which, with its long ======================================== SAMPLE 5100 ======================================== 1459|He turned away, in a rage: 1459|And so I was content 1459|To live a lonely way, 1459|Until the sun was in my way. 1459|Oh, why should the sweetest flower fade 1459|That we've seen ever since? 1459|The night dripped sweet with crimson dew, 1459|The wind breathed faint accord: 1459|We sang of love, and sang it o'er 1459|In the old, yonder way. 1459|We sang our rosary-book holy, 1459|We chanted ever dithyrambus, 1459|We played with little silver strings, 1459|We played with flowers and trees. 1459|When spring, like some old, mad song, 1459|Sings in the branches low, 1459|We sit in the old, lonely way 1459|And hear her music breathe. 1459|But not for me the June wind, 1459|And not for me the bees; 1459|All winter long I fear to go 1459|In this lonely wood! 1459|I love, I love, the sweet May air, 1459|I love, I love the bees; 1459|But never from this forest edge 1459|Shall come I to be free! 1459|By night, and over the moonlit lakes, 1459|How I love to drift 1459|With my Idaean singers, 1459|Upon the silver waves! 1459|They sing of love, and sing of joy: 1459|I none of all their lay; 1459|'T is but a drifting cloud of sleep 1459|That lies around me cast. 1459|A mist fell on the city, 1459|A nightfall heavy and deep, 1459|And drowned my soul in its sleep; 1459|I dreamed I was an island drowned; 1459|For, oh I love the lake! 1459|The old and old 1459|They all are bairnies; 1459|One's an elf, and one's a clown, 1459|And one's fair, 1459|And one's fair, 1459|And one's fair, 1459|I'd rather be 1459|A clown, I'd rather be; 1459|For to be loved by a clown 1459|Is something else to me. 1459|Singing to-day 1459|Like a bird I've to sing, 1459|But never a bird like you. 1459|So if it's good 1459|To love a maid, 1459|Let the maid be fair; 1459|But a maid is neither fair 1459|Nor good, 1459|I would rather have you still, 1459|For one should first love ten maids. 1459|He's come in the morning 1459|And he's gone in the night, 1459|He's come with an army 1459|And he's gone with a horse. 1459|One, two, five, 1459|He's hurt, an hurt! 1459|And then he's right, wrong, wrong. 1459|He's hurt at the good place, 1459|He hurt at the bad, my son. 1459|What harm have you done? 1459|It's all just as the fun! 1459|Here comes little sister, 1459|Little sister, here is mine! 1459|See how she twitters, 1459|Here's a cup for the tea, 1459|Here's a purse for the money 1459|Little sister's a-going 1459|To be married to her father-in-law. 1459|"What a naughty, naughty boy was that." 1459|Little sister comes every night, 1459|With a dirty little finger 1459|In the windy south, 1459|And a red little finger 1459|In the windy north; 1459|And a scarlet cloak about them, 1459|And a shining hat. 1459|The mother's sitting by the fire, 1459|While little sister's sitting near, 1459|A-sipping of strawberry jam, 1459|And listening to the merry wind. 1459|Now little sister sings a song, 1459|And kisses sister's little head, 1459|While little sister's lying on the ======================================== SAMPLE 5110 ======================================== 18500|_Jockey-bait_, a kind of pork. 18500|_Kail_, to put milk at a distance. 18500|_Kail-lappit_, a kind of butter. 18500|_Kail-lappin_, a kind of ale. 18500|_Kail-thatch_, the little leaf that grows among the timothy-trees. 18500|_Kane_, a farmer, a boy. 18500|_King-cocks_, royal cock-sparrow. 18500|_Kinnock_, a hard, smooth, brittle clay. 18500|_Kennin_, the breast. 18500|_Kirn_, short. 18500|_Knappit_, knappit-clouted. 18500|_Kissin_, a kind of cornmeal biscuit. 18500|_Kidney_, kidneys. 18500|_Kizzin_, a small piece at a time. 18500|_Larkin_, a long, thin, black band of wool. 18500|_Lauchlin_, a lark. 18500|_Laverock_, the mountain sheep. 18500|_Lay of the land_, the division of the land. 18500|_Leal_, the human body. 18500|_Leatherne_, a kind of sheep-meal. 18500|_Leafe-flank_, a small green leaf. 18500|_Leeze me on_, begone! 18500|_Lend a hand_, offer a helping hand. 18500|_Lint-white_, white. 18500|_Lobster_, a kind of pike. 18500|_Linkin-an'-bone_, a half-gill. 18500|_Loot_, the struggle of using words, chiefly borrowed from the use of 18500|_Lunaty_, the daughter of King Charlemagne, and the king's wife. 18500|_Lunatie_, the name of a song. 18500|_Lowestoft_, the lowest point in Berkshire. 18500|_M'Ridhlen_, a sort of rice cake. 18500|_Maist_, most. 18500|_Maun_, the soul. 18500|_Maun-youth_, youth. 18500|_Mawkie_, a small bird, a quail. 18500|_Magistro_, astrologer. 18500|_Mandragoree_, the great festival of the Jesuits on St. Michael's 18500|_Mantra_, a canticle or hymn of various elements, such as hope, 18500|_Man_, man. 18500|_Maun_, to be glad, to be acting. 18500|_Maun-wen_, half by the way. 18500|_Manchigow_, a river in Maryland. 18500|_Mane_, mop, spring. 18500|_Maun_, to be glad, to find one in good case at his heels. 18500|_Maneel_, happy. 18500|_Maun'the_, the tail of a horse. 18500|_Manly_, manly, manly-like. 18500|_Manly-bairn_, chattel--workers of any description--wethers or men. 18500|_Mantra_, divination from the oracular utterances of the gods. 18500|_Manorth_, good-will. 18500|_Maun-west_, the mouth of the Potomac. 18500|_Maun-west-yeather_, Potomac River. 18500|_Maun-west-yeas_, Potomac River's eastward. 18500|_Maun-west-weel_, Potomac River's westward. 18500|_Maun-west-wylan_, Potomac River's westernmost. 18500|_Maun-west-yeann_, Potomac River's westernmost. 18500|_Maudlin_, a female child, a weaver's wean. 18500|_Masail_, a boot leather band. 18500|_Matchit_, _matt'_, boot. 18500|_ ======================================== SAMPLE 5120 ======================================== 1365|Bold was the youth, and full of fire; 1365|He had a sword long and sharp, 1365|And a great broad shield, and a coat 1365|As white as snow; 1365|He was like a cloud 1365|That stands and shakes on a stream; 1365|Then the women, the fairest of all, 1365|For her eyes met his, and they smiled. 1365|"Here is another one!" 1365|The maiden said, and the young men heard, 1365|And to the bride they hastened away. 1365|"Now to the banquet, you old maid!" 1365|The maiden said, as she waited there, 1365|In the house of the house of the Lady of the House, 1365|And they gathered round her, and asked her why, 1365|From the roof of the window above. 1365|And the maiden said: 1365|"I was but one among a host 1365|Of other maidens, and came here at midnight 1365|To seek a bride, and was afraid to go, 1365|And was afraid to look behind. 1365|"But now I have found a lady white 1365|That will do as well, and I will bring her 1365|To my chamber, and a wedding feast, 1365|And a bridal banquet; and she shall come 1365|With a voice of praise and a smile of love, 1365|And a hand of welcome like a breeze 1365|That blows a long white shroud about her!" 1365|And then--all at once they heard a cry; 1365|They saw a figure bound and gory, 1365|Rush from the house; and the maiden screamed, 1365|"O you were a nobleman's bridegroom! 1365|What shall now be done?" 1365|Then they saw a woman white and weak, 1365|Gasping and writhing in the blood; 1365|And the red blood bubbled in her eyes, 1365|And quick the red blood rushed in her ears, 1365|And fast the fire died away 1365|From the heart of the maiden, and the woman 1365|Swam from the house, and the old men saw 1365|From the roof of the window, and hastened 1365|Down to the water, and the girls and the boys 1365|Leaped, and the women, and the young men, 1365|And all the girls and the boys in the village. 1365|And all the old men shouted: The Bridegroom 1365|Has been roasted up by white maidens! 1365|They brought her to the Queen, and they sang: 1365|By the Bridegroom's side! 1365|He hath been a fair bridegroom, 1365|He hath loved her well and loved her long; 1365|But now he is a cold Bridegroom, 1365|He wanders by her side, 1365|As he was a long, long time, 1365|As he once was a bride. 1365|And they brought a pail of gold, 1365|And a pitcher of red clay, 1365|And a bronze goblet to her 1365|To drink when it was day. 1365|And they laid her on the gold, 1365|On the pitcher of red clay, 1365|And they kissed her and they said: 1365|"Oft I remember 1365|How your lips were sweet 1365|And your eyes were bright, 1365|And the wine that glistened 1365|In your cheeks before! 1365|"And your eyes were dim, 1365|And your lips, were stiff, 1365|And the red wine gleamed"-- 1365|"I was rich," said she, 1365|"When I was a bride; 1365|But the gold is now my debt, 1365|And the pitcher of red clay my treasure 1365|Because of him who loves me. 1365|"And the bridegroom 1365|Has been roasted up by white maidens, 1365|And they have left 1365|No word of thankfulness 1365|From the roof above us. 1365|"My silver and gold, 1365|My goblet and silver, 1365|Mourn with me, O my brothers!" 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 5130 ======================================== 27776|_Ancestors_ still were _Baptis'd_. 27776|_Manners_ are only _Suffic'd_, 27776|(And yet they are, as we have shown) 27776|When they are _Baptista'd_; 27776|But not for _Cunning_, or good sense, 27776|And all those arts which _Science_ tells 27776|Are but to cheat, and make a thief, 27776|The _Rapt_ that's just begun, 27776|Has much to learn from _Ridder_'s "Scraps;" 27776|Which will to nothing make reply, 27776|With this reply from _Ridder_'s _chapman_:-- 27776|"To him that has a gift to give, 27776|_All is granted thee_,--the _gem_ alone, 27776|Which can add new perfection to 27776|The work of thy Maker's hand;" 27776|The _gem_ alone can _add_ perfection, 27776|The _work_ of those God _hath_ done. 27776|A good shepherd may be useful still, 27776|A goodly knight to prove it; 27776|A good master may a _Gadfly_ be, 27776|A good shepherd _fairer_ be. 27776|And thus, with what sweet _exemplar_ meet 27776|Of all the virtues _great_ and _breathtaking_ 27776|The _works_ of _Ridder_ still be found, 27776|As the great _chapman_ and _master_ were, 27776|The _exemplars_ of all those virtues. 27776|In _Ridder's_ time this truth was well known, 27776|That _pews_ and _chapmans_ were the best, 27776|The only _manners_ fit for kings-- 27776|Where kings could _spoke_ with _pews_, too; 27776|Where kings might _say to_ their _own tongues_; 27776|Where kings could _watch their tongues_ of their 27776|Mongst their good _dearers_ and _good_ mates. 27776|A good _master_ had a skill in _Charms_, 27776|Like a good _chapman_ had a skill 27776|In _Charms_, but it was to him but a _snare_-- 27776|_Companions_ were the _best_ charms of all, 27776|And, in his _chapman_, a devilish _cudgel_-- 27776|In those two best and _wisest_ we find, 27776|A likeness to that _perfect _leader_ known, 27776|Who made the _masses_ of _Christ_ obey, 27776|And the whole world his commands obey: 27776|That hero is the _best_ and _wisest_ man, 27776|That ever _wore the _leader_ of _chapmans_-- 27776|The _greatest_ of heroes since _man_ began, 27776|In _Ridder's_ time, at the _chief_ command 27776|Of the whole _dwellers_ of that _land_;-- 27776|But we now pass by his _Charm_ now, 27776|For I know he made no _minstrel_ appear 27776|In _his_ kind of _Mongstalls_ before, 27776|But a _manger_ of the _most_ _great_ sort, 27776|Like a _man_ now living;--_he_ no art 27776|The least in _Marmite_ or in _Leading Style_, 27776|To _lead_ men to _divine_ness of _God_, 27776|Of _pilate_ness or _holy_ness, 27776|To _spread_ the love and _dew of Heaven_ 27776|To all, _in_ which he _was_ so masterly found; 27776|I _know_ but too well, and so should I, 27776|That no _philosopher_ can tell 'em here 27776|What in _Merry_ he could not do. 27776|'Tis true the _Ridder_ _chief_ _leader_ was, 27776 ======================================== SAMPLE 5140 ======================================== 841|(If that's the name of the book) there was this 841|(The man that it refers to) who, it seems, 841|Is a gentleman at home. He is very fond 841|Of a good English dish, good English wine, 841|But the thing is to know exactly what 841|He wants is, to put it very crudely, 841|He likes to eat a good old English stew. 841|The one we'll call him, it is no easy thing 841|To tell him by the name he seems so fond of; 841|For as to this, I'm not a gentleman. 841|But I'll not make any mistake, my friends, 841|And you must read his book as if you read 841|A good English newspaper, which is what 841|I left you with for you to take to Rome. 841|I left it with you with the story told 841|Of how it happened, for you to read 841|(Although, as I hope, it may not stay you). 841|For the sake of the public, I am going 841|To have you sit again beside me here 841|And hear the great thing of this thing to me 841|Which takes place in the garden. When I say 841|This news you must not cry, my friend, but rise 841|And be silent, like a good girl or boy. 841|I do not like to ask a little child 841|To do things in a way you do not like. 841|And I doubt if you, Sir, have ever tried 841|To teach yourself, without being angry, 841|The joy of what you're doing, dear, and learning 841|Of that which is not yours? So, just sit here 841|And hear how God's blessing makes it so. 841|My father and mother, they love me quite; 841|And you, of course, as you know, are of their line. 841|But my little sister, who lives with me, 841|Would like, with the best wishes of her heart, 841|To see things in the way God meant them to, 841|And to give to her dear God a very fine 841|Perfect child. So you will be quite the bride 841|And mother to this lovely creature, I see. 841|But you and your good father, why, I vow, 841|Would never give her to some other man. 841|And, of course, I'm sure that you'd make her yours, 841|With no one being a far less than your own. 841|So, take this child with all your tenderness 841|And all your friendship; and I pledge you both, 841|In God, the happiness of having both. 841|You don't tell me that your father has not 841|Tried very hard to teach you the same way; 841|And your mother, too, has sent you to me 841|Just as a little maiden to be fair 841|And good. And so, my dear friend, you're a rose 841|That blossoms in your own garden, and I 841|Know that I shall never see a flower 841|In all the roses that I touch again. 841|But if you don't like what he says to-day, 841|And thinks it's not good to teach as you ought, 841|Then go, my friend, and you may find that you 841|Have not been always so good as other people. 841|But when your little girl grows up and goes 841|And grows all good and happy and discreet, 841|And takes her lessons and her lessons takes 841|And makes of them her own, and puts on 841|Her father's manners and his mother's care, 841|I think you'll find that your father's a blunder. 841|I always liked to go with little girls, 841|And my dear girl is all in sympathy 841|With little girls like you. She has been bad. 841|But a great deal still remaineth in doubt 841|Whether you were never bad. If so, at least 841|I say with one voice, you're more blundering 841|Than I myself, for I've never loved you. ======================================== SAMPLE 5150 ======================================== 1054|And to the King he spake the words he wept; 1054|O I pray you, give me now my lady then, 1054|Or else I'll die for sorrow, for my true love's sake! 1054|"O thou false, false love! 1054|Thy wooing shall never be, 1054|If I have borne thee an without thee. 1054|The mair for thy honour I'll do, 1054|I'll do it for my love. 1054|"Come to my chamber, dear, 1054|An I will bring thee thither, 1054|Where thou shalt have joyance; 1054|I've got a song of mermaids, 1054|And a mermaid I'll bring thee; 1054|I'll sing her a mermaid-line, 1054|And sing her a mermaid's hymn; 1054|I've got a song of lilies, 1054|And a lily I'll bring thee: 1054|I'll sing her a lily-hymn; 1054|I'll sing her a lily's hymn. 1054|"Bid me but come where, 1054|Within the gate there, 1054|I'll kiss thy mouth, 1054|I'll kiss thy hair, 1054|I will kiss thee there-- 1054|I, true love, will kiss thee there!" 1054|"O false love!" quoth the Queen, 1054|"Aye, I'll have thee bound." 1054|"O true love," quoth the King, 1054|"I'll have thee gone." 1054|Then quickly forth he set him on his horse, 1054|And rode across the fields at break of day-- 1054|The King rode down the highway, 1054|With his twelve ladies at his back. 1054|"Stand by for service, 1054|Ket few miles distance, 1054|On your gallant steed we ride!" 1054|The Ket have borne their charge, 1054|The King rode homeward out of sight. 1054|And the Queen went in, 1054|And the twelve ladies rode behind. 1054|Then in came the King, 1054|And the girls they came behind. 1054|"We have brought him the King's saddle 1054|Upon his horse of pride!" 1054|The King looked upon his lady; 1054|He held her in his arm, 1054|And the twelve ladies held the King. 1054|He rode at full speed out of sight, 1054|And the girls and ladies behind. 1054|The King bore off the Ket 1054|At the full of the day, 1054|At seven kings' standard they ride. 1054|Towards the City of London town, 1054|Over many a steep and dale, 1054|The King rode homeward on his lady, 1054|Back from the fair of St. Helen's. 1054|With a hundred mounted men, 1054|And with horses at their backs. 1054|For fear they might be captured, 1054|To hold them in prisonerage. 1054|Then the Ket she rode towards the City, 1054|A weary fair ride to ride, 1054|Until they came to a high and pleasant brook, 1054|Where there met the King with his ladies. 1054|"Come hither, dear lady! 1054|And give me your hand, 1054|Or I'll cut off thy head, 1054|And hang it by the brook, 1054|That no man may eat it." 1054|He took her hand, she gave him then 1054|Her rosy mouth, her sweete lips, 1054|Then took of gold a thousand shillings, 1054|And gave them also a gift. 1054|A thousand golden doves brought she 1054|From heaven, for the King's grace, 1054|That so the fairest of his land 1054|Might ever be found. 1054|King Solomon, who was in his time, 1054|Did sacrifice to them. 1054|"O let us feast," said King Solomon, 1054|"I have for thee good store; 1054|He that eats of this shall be no more 1054|But a little child"-- 1054|So the little ======================================== SAMPLE 5160 ======================================== 19221|And with some dolorous sighs did wake, 19221|Her last sweet burden: how he mourned 19221|How lost for ever, how bereft: 19221|How in her happy home must dwell 19221|A dejected hapless thing! 19221|Then came a moment's sad delay, 19221|The mournful silence lasting all; 19221|Then loud and loudly unto him 19221|Loud wail'd the lutany choir; 19221|And with much anguish spake their lay 19221|(For none could understand their woe) 19221|"Oh! wretched pilgrim on the way 19221|'Tis truly sad," they sadly said, 19221|"'Tis truly saddening to be 19221|One of the lost! Oh! wretched wight! 19221|To have thought of thy vain return! 19221|Thy hopes and thy despairs now are 19221|Conjoined in twin ships sailing o'er 19221|The seas of fleeting sorrow! 19221|"'Tis you that weeps, poor thing! And you 19221|Know how the world can treat a thing 19221|Made fair with generous hand! 19221|With half a heart I leave my friends, 19221|My native Soile, and you; 19221|I cannot cross that river's tide 19221|You know all honour does to me, 19221|The first and latest care." 19221|Thus sad and long did these unite, 19221|And they with clang like thunder fell 19221|Upon the cruel wither'd hound, 19221|That barking wildly around 19221|Hurled blows at them, and bark'd his foot, 19221|And bark'd his tail, that, grim and grim, 19221|Instructive was in every way. 19221|They clapt their paws together, and gan 19221|Clapping their paws together too, 19221|And shouting together, "Stand off, 19221|There's a dog and a cat away!" 19221|"Stand off, my master; you do me wrong 19221|That, when I am most in need, 19221|You keep your dog upon the tower, 19221|And my cat on the common hearth. 19221|"Your dog has no ears, and pays no poll, 19221|But wags his tail and draws his ears 19221|When he hears you go by. 19221|"Your cat has a tail, but none of those 19221|That breed at your heels home; 19221|What are they but deafening silence, 19221|With their howl and their howl again?" 19221|"My dear," said he, "you do me wrong 19221|That, when I go to the town to trade, 19221|I have mine own tabby cat: 19221|She goes with me both inn and gate, 19221|And if you go by yourself away, 19221|You lose yourself in her room." 19221|'Twas thus they parted: and with them went 19221|Three other cats of various pedigree: 19221|And they began in whispers to chide, 19221|For their deaf ears, and their loss of appetite, 19221|At such a dinner; for they said, 19221|"This is rather too tedious a thing, 19221|To hear three cats argue so, 19221|It will serve but to make one want dead leaves." 19221|So they sat down to sup with their master: 19221|And a dish of beef up to a judge on high 19221|Were the chief delights of that day. 19221|And thus it was that each dish went round 19221|With thanks and salutations high: 19221|Four cat's mouths fit for the marriage mirth 19221|Should this bonny fellow compose; 19221|What did he there but clatter and squall 19221|With merriment and jollity! 19221|His tail ran round and round; 19221|He squalled and he howled and he howled; 19221|The birds sang in the branches above; 19221|And he was a favourite with the gales. 19221|Thus was this bonny fellow entertain'd-- 19221|(Imagine his delight, 19221|When in the shade of a tall poplar 19221|He saw a cat.) 19221|And as he ======================================== SAMPLE 5170 ======================================== 29700|With its great bells, in a land of sea and ocean, 29700|And with gentle breath the words of peace were heard by me; 29700|And I saw the children, like leaves in the wind, 29700|Shaping the streamlet that followed to the sea. 29700|'T was the last year, and wept the earth, 29700|Gone was the happy time, 29700|And the heart of earth sighed in the season. 29700|All silent was the air, 29700|As if the sun had sunk 29700|To rest in the silent chambers of the sky. 29700|Only the birds, in a dream 29700|Of song and rest, did make a sound. 29700|Through the dark night we sate mourning; 29700|Wept in the silence of the spring. 29700|I sat in the garden path and looked at the sea; 29700|And the sweetest eyes of the whole band were turned on me. 29700|We looked in the deeps of the sea, 29700|With a joy we did not feel. 29700|All things else were dark and drear; 29700|We watched the tides on the reef, 29700|We saw them from our beds at night, 29700|Like the shapes in a dream. 29700|All things else in the darkness stared; 29700|Till the light went out of the night; 29700|And the stars came out of the sky, 29700|And watched, and looked, and watched again. 29700|And the stars from the sky came down, 29700|And shone in our eyes. 29700|All things saw the light shone in the sea; 29700|And nothing dwelt in the darkness but the wind alone. 29700|Oh, what gladness was in the air! 29700|I could hear the sound of the sea; 29700|I heard the sea's fast song, 29700|Like a great joy, 29700|As of birds in a grove. 29700|And in the green and purple trees, 29700|Like a bright smile, came the song of the wild bees: 29700|"We do and dare, we do and dare again, 29700|We bring the sun back to the earth 29700|And wake up the sleeping sea 29700|And bring the sleep again." 29700|And I heard the light on the waves; 29700|And a joy in the music, 29700|As of birds in a grove, 29700|As of birds in our heart. 29700|Oh, what gladness was in the air! 29700|I could feel the sea swell; 29700|I heard the music of the sea 29700|As a long light 29700|That went round and round and lay 29700|On the trees, on the waves, on the shore, 29700|And stayed till it left, then vanished away 29700|To show the world the gladness that it had been. 29700|In its day, when the air was full of breath and air, 29700|And the sea rang with joyous voices; in its day, 29700|The people of many nations came, and gathered there, 29700|And held at the Old Parliament House debate. 29700|When I look back on this day, I see it all as one 29700|Brilliant instant of glory, and then--the shade--the shade! 29700|He is gone from the place where he stood this day-- 29700|The world looks sad at his passing--but his spirit, 29700|Like sunshine on the earth, is to us, in turn, 29700|A ray of light, a glory of hope for the earth. 29700|I think of the old Parliament-house roof 29700|Weathered by the tempest of a stormy tide, 29700|Till it gave way beneath the crashing shocks, 29700|And the winds swept it off its foundation. 29700|And I think of the old-time people, who stood 29700|In his stead, when all was loud and strange this day, 29700|Till the old-time voices said, "Peace, be still." 29700|All of us then are dear to him, and he 29700|Loved us, with the tender love and calm delight 29700|Which only his own warmth could warm and draw to him, 29700|And calm and beauteous like ======================================== SAMPLE 5180 ======================================== A far larger world, though not so, 29700|For us is that which lies beneath the hill, 29700|The shore of other waters, far away 29700|That gleams and glitters round us in a dream, 29700|Boundless as the whole of light. 29700|I know of mountains cold and dreary, 29700|I know of forests grim and lonely; 29700|I know of the lonely mountains bleak, 29700|The far-off waters of the gulf of light. 29700|These I have known in days of hope and fear; 29700|I know of the sunless waters of my youth, 29700|I know the sea with its stormy sound, 29700|I know the deep with its unending show, 29700|And the great stars of its circle and rest. 29700|In the wild days of the autumnal grain, 29700|I have sat and watched the sun grow green 29700|In the dark and leafless forest trees, 29700|And the soft leaves fall to the floor of rain. 29700|The leaves were brown, the leaves were grey, 29700|Like the dead leaves of a fallen tree, 29700|All that the autumnal season yields 29700|Of the sweet green leaves of spring to wear. 29700|I know that I am a part of these, 29700|And my heart grows hot beneath the breath, 29700|And now I dream of the days gone by, 29700|As in the days gone by I dwelt so late; 29700|When I had passed from the hills away, 29700|From the summer world, the sunny land, 29700|And had come in my quiet way, 29700|Through the dark and winding glen, 29700|To the forest, lonely and dear, 29700|With the leaves of youth and of delight. 29700|And I took the golden leaves and flung 29700|The golden fruit to the winds; 29700|And the day would come to the land 29700|Of the spring with a thousand flowers. 29700|And I saw the green earth bloom and smile, 29700|And the sun shed his joyous fire, 29700|And the birds' clear voices bring 29700|The gladness of love to my ears. 29700|In the days which were then gone, 29700|Each in his own sweet way; 29700|Where you are, Love, as you were 29700|In the joys of your youth, 29700|Where you were, and, on the hillside, 29700|Where you sat, with my mother, 29700|With my brother, Willie, 29700|Was the greatest joy to me. 29700|In the days which are now gone, 29700|Each in his own sweet way; 29700|Where you are, the old-time maiden, 29700|With her little brother, 29700|With my sister, Helen; 29700|And the days I see you now 29700|Are the greatest days to me. 29700|For from the old-time home 29700|Where I used to live at ease, 29700|To the days of my sorrow 29700|I am journeying forth, 29700|With them, in hope and with them, 29700|Back to the old-time fireside. 29700|I'll not tell where they lie hid 29700|In the wild, wild woods beside you 29700|That have been my home, 29700|And you cannot have known them,-- 29700|Nor I,--nor I, 29700|As through my heart will run 29700|The joy to day gone by, 29700|While through my bosom sting 29700|The cold and the keen 29700|Disease of the hope that's gone. 29700|And though I have done my part 29700|Though my soul is whole again, 29700|It cannot forget 29700|There are things of you that linger 29700|Even after life has been done 29700|And your eyes are turned to mine. 29700|And I will think my part 29700|In the far and sweet past, 29700|And you would think it, too, 29700|That I must look on you 29700|And see your face and smile 29700|For it would be the same 29700|The old-time days are gone; 29700|The old- ======================================== SAMPLE 5190 ======================================== 26333|But I felt a rush and turn and catch him as he fell, 26333|Clutching and yanking him and holding him there tighter, 26333|Till I could hold him no more. Then, just as I felt, 26333|Flinging his body over me,--like a little child, 26333|My eyes were filled with tears and I could feel their sting. 26333|My life ebbed fast away. I knew that for my sake 26333|He had died. I cried to him, and so did he to me. 26333|For when I had felt one little tear of pain like this, 26333|I could only turn and watch him, yanking him along. 26333|And so, for many weary hours, he lay beside me, 26333|Ceaseless yanking and tugging at everything that passed. 26333|At last he lay down on the soft, white, crimson rug; 26333|And then he sank back down, still yanking, lifeless-eyed, 26333|When, turning suddenly, he rose and drew me by the hand. 26333|But, seeing how my tears ran down the long dark sleeves, 26333|I spoke in whispers, saying, "Ah! he would have it so 26333|That none of all the people saw us two again 26333|(Except maybe myself), save only old Alfred,--then 26333|He'd be all of us in Petrograd at morning-light." 26333|Then I broke the circle of the white-walled room 26333|With a loud cry, clutched the trembling form and ran. 26333|At five o'clock, when the bells began to chime, 26333|I woke refreshed and strong and happy-go-lucky, 26333|To find him in the white-walled room below. 26333|I had climbed up through the broken kitchen chimney, 26333|Pushed past the rusty iron-holes and reached the belfry 26333|Studded with blue jacinths. Round and round I went 26333|Chasing the golden curls of Pamela Byrum, 26333|Or, clumsily twisting in my way, I broke her nose: 26333|I had grown so fat on Pamela Byrum's hair. 26333|As I crept deeper in, I could have broken off 26333|Her head with a blow that fell like a hurricane 26333|Held under me in the air. But there she lay 26333|Crouched like a beautiful baby in her shroud, 26333|With Pamela Byrum's curls just touching the ground, 26333|And Pamela Byrum's eyes still bright and innocent 26333|Grow up and twinkle like a baby's. Never 26333|Has Pamela Byrum worn a sweeter, A, B, C, 26333|Never has a sweeter smile been half so sweet. 26333|"Pamela," I whispered, "are you lying there?" 26333|"Ah!" she answered with a shrill and knowing voice, 26333|"Lay back down your veil now that I am near, 26333|I want to look at you." 26333|"Yes, yes," I murmured; "I'm a gentleman, 26333|And you ladies know that gentlemen treat women well." 26333|She laid her face a beautiful shade of brown, 26333|Then laughed, because she was delighted to be 26333|Swayed by a playful maid. 26333|The morning came, 26333|Like a sudden crimson-shower from the sky, 26333|The sun seemed to fill the landscape 26333|And the sea to his own white majesty. 26333|Lonely and glad, I watched the sun rise 26333|And looked out across the azure azure 26333|To where the ship lay shadowless and waiting 26333|For the coming of the silver heralding. 26333|Then suddenly I felt a great void 26333|Come over me like a flood. I knew 26333|Something that had been a part of me 26333|Lay waiting me and swallowed me up. 26333|And I was a part of it, yet not a sinner, 26333|For Pamela Byrum, the sweet and lovely, 26333|Had fallen victim to a secret love for _my_ Morgan. 26333|Ah! that dark time will be many years behind me, 26333|But I will not forget the days that are gone. 26333| ======================================== SAMPLE 5200 ======================================== 19389|And now, from heaven, that blue moon-- 19389|Why, how that blue must look! 19389|The sky-lark, all bright with dew, 19389|And, 'round the nest that's quiet, 19389|Oh, how that star of day 19389|Would make a star of me! 19389|(I love thee) my sweet baby bird. 19389|So, let me look at thy little eyes 19389|And think in them a pleasant thought: 19389|To see thy bright, swift, fearless eyes, 19389|As wide as the skies are deep; 19389|To watch thy little spirit, fly 19389|Over the hills and far away 19389|To things that are nearer to me. 19389|So, let me think how thou art loved; 19389|So, let me love and wait for birth; 19389|And, happy baby, fly to thee, 19389|And be thy own sweet sister. 19389|We are the lilies that are lost 19389|In the ocean of summer days. 19389|We are like blue-bird lost and found, 19389|In the grassy meadows where we grew, 19389|And are brought to the bosom of thee, 19389|And to sleep together side by side. 19389|We are like a flower that falls to earth, 19389|And shines on the earth's dim and dreary side, 19389|But are soon wakened from her rest 19389|By the soft sunbeams from the silent skies. 19389|No flowers bloom of ourselves, our own creation, 19389|For nature brings it to us from above; 19389|Only the sweetness and beauty of God 19389|Feeds the buds of our existence there. 19389|We are the lilies in bright robes arrayed 19389|That grow above the banks that they tread, 19389|Of whose hue and beauty the world doth borrow, 19389|All its colors and looks, for love's sweet sake. 19389|We are the lilies pale with cloud and shadow, 19389|That grow in the realms of bright noon-tide light; 19389|And, like them, to all hearts sweet smiles the God, 19389|That smiles in them on days of sweet delight. 19389|And the flowers our feet leave in their pathway 19389|Are but the lilies still, and the lilies blow. 19389|Ah, me! the dew is on the clover; 19389|And the dew of the evening is still, 19389|And it seems as my life draws apace 19389|This life's dearest thing must be its end. 19389|Yet still through the summer's shade, 19389|And through the morning's star-shine, 19389|And through the sweet soft-throbbing airs, 19389|My spirit shall not grow cold 19389|But still will wander there and cry 19389|Those words I may not utter there. 19389|I am not the angel that thou bearest, 19389|No, not even thou; 19389|But thou art angel, all the day, 19389|With a glory for ever. 19389|I am a man and woman, and my soul 19389|Is sorrow and care. 19389|My God, my God, I am 19389|A servant's child and a boy's companion, 19389|Thy guiding and thine. 19389|O that the thought of thee 19389|Should come like wind or like a rain-time, 19389|And make for me a sound of music 19389|Afar and near! 19389|It is the sound of my own heart 19389|That makes my soul so wide and far, 19389|A whispering of thy joy upon a river 19389|Of mist and of cloud. 19389|'Tis a strange, strange thing to feel thy loving 19389|And feel it not; 19389|'Tis a strange thing to feel thy strong, 19389|Restful, and golden-hearted hand 19389|Lulling mine in a dream, 19389|And o'er my life to bring and sing 19389|Thy sweetest song to me! 19389|I am not sure, dear heart, the way to go 19389|Beyond the city gates, above the blue, 19389|Beyond the hills that ======================================== SAMPLE 5210 ======================================== 25961|And you're just a simple baby, who knows? 25961|But no one thinks you're stupid--not a soul. 25961|So take this baby and make her smile, 25961|And you'll come at last to her like sunshine. 25961|A little blue, gray, and white pelican. 25961|I love to see her little smile. 25961|I don't understand it ever since I began; 25961|But just the same as something she can see, 25961|I never will come near her. 25961|When she was about three inches high 25961|And the sun on her wings was just beginning to glow, 25961|She had what I take them for, 25961|Had a little feather head 25961|And a little long-legged stool, 25961|And a little plumage on her tail. 25961|One day we trotted down to see 25961|And some old man was leaning quite far 25961|Over the woods and sawing out a tree 25961|And singing out a song about the sun 25961|He was going round that way and so did we, 25961|And I started up and stared at them and stared. 25961|And a little yellow hen said the song 25961|Had to be the jolliest thing I had heard, 25961|And she knew as soon as I had done that I 25961|Couldn't forget her any longer, and said, 25961|"O! the sun is rising, sun is rising now, 25961|And a little bird sings with a birdlike singing voice, 25961|And the sun is going over the country brown." 25961|I don't understand yet where that bird's speech came 25961|From we know the country, know the country well, 25961|And when it comes to that I always say, 25961|"O! there's no such country here," 25961|As a baby I know. 25961|I am always just a little bird, 25961|But my mates all are four or eight years old, 25961|And I am the oldest of the bunch. 25961|When the baby sings and goes to feed 25961|It sings loud and it sings loud and low, 25961|And the voice is so sweet I never know 25961|If it's the bird or the youngster. 25961|When the little bird sings on its little nest 25961|I often stand up on my hands and stare, 25961|And I think if my little brother were I 25961|I'd be quiet if he could hear the song 25961|As it goes through my brain and drown my mind 25961|And never cry as he does now. 25961|They are all about, you know. 25961|But the little hen she is sitting quietly 25961|In the corner by their pile, and the little chick 25961|Sits at her window, and they are so glad to see 25961|That they are in their place on the tree. 25961|If I could see the dear children 25961|And the lovely baby birds, 25961|And the blue sky and the clouds and stars, 25961|With my own two eyes, 25961|The little children would not be children, 25961|But very beautiful and fair. 25961|But I can only see them here and there 25961|And never can understand. 25961|When I look from far and far away 25961|There are never any children there, 25961|Or any children at all. 25961|All are away or gone to death, 25961|For the earth is all in ruins 25961|And the little children on the mountain 25961|Lived and were happy then. 25961|One was a little red-faced boy 25961|With a face as pale as pomegranate-tree 25961|And a round, blue, happy mouth. 25961|He had a round, blue, happy mouth 25961|With a round, blue, happy nose. 25961|He had a round, blue, smiling face 25961|His face was as sweet as a peach or ======================================== SAMPLE 5220 ======================================== 1054|And gat them hame to yon green hill, 1054|Then wanne, a wilde lamb the heaped mare. 1054|They did it to the yowes beare, 1054|"By God be my guide," he said. 1054|"It wanes so fast, it ne're will stay, 1054|I'll never go to bed, I hope, 1054|Till I shall get to the place, 1054|Where I was bred, or been to school." 1054|But soon they came a lyth to see, 1054|And gat at the door, as fast as they could. 1054|And whan they drew in the gate 1054|It wintle't wide enough to get, 1054|It wintl't anone e baith could go. 1054|"O meikle lout, poor lad," sayd they; 1054|"Why come you in the licht? 1054|Come on, sir, I'll lead you up the heicht." 1054|Then whan he gat up the hedgerow wall, 1054|His gowden nose it did fall 1054|Askew out in hawkward on the gate, 1054|For shame to come back again, 1054|And wynked the kyld to ance upon the wald. 1054|The parson was the kynger of the church, 1054|Who was in the hand of God so good, 1054|He said nowke that shem a good oon,-- 1054|"Go to her, by god, shem now the fyr." 1054|I wane sae genty as she as meikle hame, 1054|For to see sic chyldren's churles, 1054|The hart o meikle loude in a fawle, 1054|And sic a sperrit frae meikle meikle hame 1054|Gat theder by a harlot that was a licht. 1054|The ladye gat the harlot in her sight, 1054|And fast sae sair she gat her; 1054|The ladye gat the harlot, the ladye gat a-fene; 1054|So fynny, fynny was the blynde a-fre. 1054|On they went as fast in the meerdoorynge, 1054|As fast they cam frae the kynne; 1054|They wyst about the ladye, the ladye her hyt;-- 1054|They said to the ladye, Sone, sone, 1054|That she was a boresom ladye, 1054|That they were nae lusty lads that man to see. 1054|But wha wyl it be that ever they be, 1054|The ladye in a wyle sae wy? 1054|An hunty, hunty was she neber wrocht to see, 1054|They wylle be in the meydai tofore the kynne. 1054|They saw the ladye gat the lorde and knave, 1054|For they sa wey to han in naught; 1054|But the ladye gat the lorde and knave baith her mither. 1054|He had on a goudy sizin, 1054|Baith golde and rych gold, 1054|He leugh in goude and ryth gold, 1054|And gat the knave of Blyn'arde. 1054|"O woful Lady, wherefore hast thou been a-felle?" 1054|"I cam to see, if it were nae mair," 1054|Quod she, "what hast thou got in thy hondely braid. 1054|"Sith thou hast be my brother and sister," quod she, 1054|"Thy sister's child that thou hast wien," 1054|"I hate thee, false lady," he answer doun; 1054|"Gin thou be my kin I maun save." 1054|"O sith thou hast been a-felle, a-felle," quod she, 1054|"Thy fault is a' my worship, sic an shame, ======================================== SAMPLE 5230 ======================================== 1365|So he spake, and in his hand his bow and shaft 1365|Slew all the king's liegemen straight as reeds 1365|And the white beard of some marsh-lion. Then they 1365|That reeled and staggered by his arrowy way, 1365|Blushed and ceased from their busy toil awhile, 1365|And from the sudden wound the bloodless pain 1365|Of some of them, and the soft blood from some, 1365|And they murmured low in the shadowed night 1365|A cry of "Pardon!" And all in darkness slept. 1365|Ah! neither the king nor his liegemen knew 1365|What had fallen, and if living or dead. 1365|And when their waking eyes had looked around 1365|O'er all the world, they found a broken bridge, 1365|Not ten feet long and thinner every day, 1365|Winding unto Brittany, and the same 1365|Which his bow had been. He had made a bridge, 1365|Not ten feet long nor thinner every day, 1365|Winding unto Brittany, and the same 1365|Which had made his bow break. And they stood there 1365|Walking on the bridge, and in their hearts 1365|Strained with long sorrow the long sorrow of 1365|This wasted life, but nothing could they feel; 1365|For it was but the bridge, the bridge that led 1365|Unto Brittany, and the same that he 1365|Had made that his bow broke. Then one of them 1365|Cried to him "Benedict, what meaneth this? 1365|Why is the bridge not ten feet long and thinned?" 1365|But he answered, "I made the bridge so thin, 1365|That when I from behind do view the field, 1365|All the bridge might see by day and by night, 1365|And by every wind that races here, 1365|And by the sun and moon and constellations, 1365|And by all the stars in their great Firmament, 1365|The same is in the reeds that lie in sleep 1365|Unto the day and make it seem a day." 1365|Thereafter were others to make complaint 1365|In the garden and in the wood, among 1365|Grass-scented hollows and hollow walks, 1365|In the woods and the grassy meadows plain, 1365|And the long fields of Brittany; and many 1365|Made complaints without any definite course, 1365|And they were not heard. Thus there was a great 1365|Frieze, and therein the King of Norway 1365|Bowed down and prayed, having great desire 1365|To win for his honor and avenge his loss 1365|The defeat of the King in battle long, 1365|That had o'ercome his people and their loss 1365|In the battle of the Bridge of Sorel. 1365|Now, the King and his liegemen then went to 1365|The place of the trial, and they laid it 1365|Under the deep river-mouth of the lake, 1365|Where it grew higher and uplanded, till it 1365|Met the hill-slope of Ouvre. To its height 1365|The bridge was, but the reeds in their beds 1365|Left not a foot path through the grot in all, 1365|Nor a road-way to pass down. And there they found 1365|There, in the midst of the wood, a body of men 1365|All armed and unarmed, from out the mountain-side, 1365|And they stood by the way that they would take. 1365|And this young man, who was foremost of them all, 1365|Cried unto them, saying: "I have come here, 1365|Forth from this region of Eifel, and I pray 1365|You, ye that have heard of this man, excuse 1365|Me if in my way I am. You know full well 1365|I am no hired man, but myself. I have run 1365|About from place to place, as one who may 1365|In hiding live, and have the hearts to seek 1365|Out a path across the sands, and run upon it 1365|On ======================================== SAMPLE 5240 ======================================== 28591|But, oh, the longing for my heart! 28591|Then, when my hands are folded then, 28591|Oh, then I'll call thee friend to me; 28591|And love, so sweet, will follow fast, 28591|And in the world be nearer thee. 28591|For it will then be sweet to think 28591|Oh, thou art dear to me so. 28591|And when I clasp my hands again 28591|Upon thy dear and lasting side, 28591|'T will not be for love's sweet pain, 28591|But to be happy with thee yet. 28591|A little thing, so often done so well? 28591|A little thing, so often told so low? 28591|A little thing, so frequently done? 28591|How often, in my childhood, did I tell 28591|A little tale to-night. 28591|It had not wings,--it could not fly. 28591|There was no prize. 28591|But it was one of those that children do; 28591|But I loved it so sooth! 28591|I loved each little blossom and tree 28591|That grew in the sweet May. 28591|I loved each little star, 28591|And every sky. 28591|And every bird 28591|That sang above our house. 28591|I loved each little bird, with the grace 28591|To please; and the bird was my little joy; 28591|And when I turned to hear a song? Oh, then 28591|The thought of it made all the little joys grow great! 28591|Not all the stars of all the skies must be 28591|My little bird's little fear. 28591|A little thing, so often done so well? 28591|A little thing, so often told so low? 28591|A little thing, so often told so well? 28591|And only one is left 28591|To tell it every day, 28591|What I shall never say, or never do, 28591|The little tale I tell not when my day is done. 28591|I love the little, little thing. 28591|I love it so and do 28591|Not understand 28591|Wherefore, the little one dear, 28591|I love it so and give it all away. 28591|The little friend, who was not born or made, 28591|But only lived, loved, and died 28591|For me and loved. 28591|The little, little friend, who made a world 28591|And died; the little friend, who will not die. 28591|Ah, little friend, ah, little friend, who will not die, 28591|And only one-- 28591|I wonder why, 28591|And can but leave! 28591|And I shall wonder still. 28591|To know the little, little thing, 28591|That's given me every day, 28591|Of all I have; 28591|And that each of you, who smiles, is a little child, 28591|And each, in this world, is more and more than man,-- 28591|Oh, that it is I, that I could give all, 28591|And in return must only have this little share! 28591|Wherefore I love him! for it means 28591|A little things for all who love; 28591|That he is mine-- 28591|The little friend, who was not born or made. 28591|I have grown to be too tired and weary. 28591|I have loved a little while in winter, 28591|Till the snow 28591|Hath all my clothing taken away, 28591|And I have come to need a pillow; 28591|For at last 28591|I have found a child who knows 28591|A little joy, and loves me better. 28591|In the spring I was an orphan child. 28591|One day I was brought together 28591|Just by chance, by little Annie, 28591|And my mother brought me up 28591|To be a little brother. 28591|But then I had a sister, 28591|And a brother, yet a brother, 28591|And we didn't see each other 28591|From that day till the day that I 28591|Was put upon life's bed! 28591|I think of ======================================== SAMPLE 5250 ======================================== 19221|From every beast that doth creep, 19221|But you were born as much above 19221|Your neighbor far as I. 19221|O, when shall I be able to see 19221|Thee face to face, and thus to dwell 19221|As truly with my God, as I 19221|With all men living and dead? 19221|O, when shall I be able to hear 19221|What right hast thou to talk thus near 19221|My heart, and thus to spurn it bare? 19221|O, when shall I be able to use 19221|My voice, and thus to stir it bare? 19221|O, when shall I be able to move 19221|My hand, and thus to strike it dead? 19221|O, when shall I be able to wash 19221|My hands, and thus to wash them bare? 19221|O, when shall I be able to sing 19221|The praise of God, as all who're here 19221|To-day and e'en to-morrow praise, 19221|And in my native tongue repeat 19221|The songs of him that made them all? 19221|O, when shall I be able to plead 19221|No injustice where I ought to do? 19221|O, when shall I be able to say 19221|That what I ought to have done, I've done? 19221|O, when shall I be able to try, 19221|Though rebuk'd, and though I ought have rebuked, 19221|That my reproaches have not roused 19221|At least some dormant kindness in thine? 19221|O, when shall I be able to pray 19221|That mine own place here may not be missed, 19221|And mine own honor here be not forgot 19221|And mine own interest here be not wounded? 19221|O, when shall I be able to trust 19221|Both these, and all beside my thought, 19221|And yet be yet both faithful and just? 19221|O, when shall I be able to pray 19221|For any one in any case, 19221|And yet keep free from any crime 19221|From which a fault the most unpunished? 19221|O, when shall I be able to swear 19221|With what I mean, and yet for still 19221|A' think of what the meaning's a' 19221|'L lye between the two, wha will fall 19221|Down between the two, when they come hame? 19221|My father he was first and safest, 19221|An' though aneath a yill I hazles, 19221|He was the first and worst o' them all: 19221|My mother's sair awa' now; 19221|She hath owre large auld England taen 19221|To be her beeways, and her shrouds: 19221|And sae's I 'm no bid to hae her, 19221|A man or a woman, but her shrouds. 19221|My father was a farmer 19221|Upon the Carlisle moor; 19221|He had a son that was young an' bonny 19221|And trusty; 19221|He sent him to his father 19221|To fetch the boy some bread. 19221|"Up, lad, up! the moon is up, 19221|An' we shall see oursel;" 19221|The lad he up and started, 19221|But soon he fette, the lad was dark an' slow, 19221|The lad he fette, he scour'd the cairn 19221|In a rage. 19221|"O' God, sir, this cairn is no mysel, 19221|An' I shall kill my father"; 19221|But sir he 'll not kill his father, 19221|But him that is to blame. 19221|I 've heard a lang story tell, 19221|How God an' man made warld 19221|And God made warld an' man; 19221|But 'twas na lang, an' I 'm tauld 19221|That ere man kenned it lang, 19221|God made man. 19221|O thou, the star on high, 19221|Whose beams in pure affection beam, 19221|That pure affection, whose ======================================== SAMPLE 5260 ======================================== 1365|And all the earth with fruits was ripe and newly plucked, 1365|And every fountain of the streamlet glowed and sparkled, 1365|And every fountain-head with blossoms was newly wet. 1365|To all the fields the sun with all his splendors burned, 1365|The hills with sapphires in the distance hung so high, 1365|That all the landscape seemed a scene of mystery, 1365|And many a tree no longer seemed a living thing, 1365|But a tall column of the sky, with branches swaying, 1365|And blossoms waving in the breeze, and blossoms blown. 1365|The nightingale with music so dolent and harsh 1365|Was singing the praises of the Heavenly Father above, 1365|And all the earth with rapture was filled with love. 1365|"It is my part," it sang, "my part, to bless his power, 1365|To keep him happy, and to guard his honor well; 1365|I have the right to touch his lips, my own divine one." 1365|And in the midst of their rejoicing, and choral hush, 1365|All the stars in their directions husht, as dead, 1365|Stood in their places with their little hands folded, 1365|As if in acknowledgment of that great act of love, 1365|They brought him water from the fountain at their heart, 1365|As if in acknowledgment of the same right of prayer 1365|That made, in honor of their lord the King of heaven, 1365|This crystal basin of heaven for their own creature. 1365|The old priest came down to them, and with reverent tread 1365|Kneeled down, and round about them round, in slow progression, 1365|Pleading for pardon for the faith and majesty 1365|Of the life he had sanctified in the hearts and brains of men; 1365|For from many errors springing, many a sin 1365|As filthy as the sinner's, many a fault of shame, 1365|Many perils, perils of the path and road of life, 1365|Stilled through the hymn of praises, to the Sun's great voice. 1365|And all the singing in the world was not as rich 1365|As the sweet harmony of their divinely gentle words, 1365|As their high hymns of welcome, their low notes of sorrow. 1365|For the eyes that sought the King in every corner, 1365|And the ears that touched the glory as it thrilled, 1365|From every breast with gratitude, with love, with reverence, 1365|Now, like a weary watchman at their towers, 1365|Looked in great wrath for vengeance upon the guilt, 1365|And their own heads for punishment. And in the midst 1365|All the towers of St. Varto, with their spires of stone, 1365|Looked down on their own sins and sorrow, and heard 1365|The loud uproar of the sea, and saw their breasts 1365|Rejoice, and heard, and knew the miracle of God, 1365|And came to seek of him forgiveness, on his cross, 1365|For the bitter sins of their own hearts, and many more 1365|Among themselves. And, as they passed beyond, 1365|The hills, with their great spires, were lifted aloft, 1365|Hearing once more the wondrous hymns from heaven; 1365|And there in the high hall of that great church of Saint Jame, 1365|Sat the old priests and the young friars, and all 1365|The holy martyrs and the sons of God, 1365|With a strange silence of profound reverence, 1365|As is the silence without which God is seen; 1365|Nor do we mean that they forgot their Lord, 1365|Nor the great sorrow and mystery of sin; 1365|But there was one among them who was not mute, 1365|But turned his face unto God, and smiled upon His face. 1365|The old men and the young friars all gazed at that old man 1365|Smiling as he bent above them, as in mockery, 1365|In the great hall of Saint Jame. So unto that old man, 1365|And unto his wife and grand-daughters, and all 1365|In Saint Varto were united all their thoughts and ======================================== SAMPLE 5270 ======================================== 20|Of these we shall attain, but not where we intend. 20|So spake my Sad and grievous Advocate; 20|But he with hasty wordes defiance rode 20|From him, and with harsh visage home to tende, 20|To where the starres, on all sides circling, runne 20|With one accord, and the great Wheeles all one, 20|Strain in his temples, and call out aloud 20|In mockery this his Sabbath, day, which is 20|To him most just and most reverend, that on 20|His creation all things his due obedience 20|He counteth, and from him draweth all that is 20|Good and opportune; even to the very Seed 20|Immanent, his great Parent, who himself 20|On Earth was first Old Father; and to mee 20|His rest and Providence thus in his derk 20|Thus hallowd I, and thus the Law of his Desire, 20|Whom he requited thus with exclamation blest, 20|Gave me anew, praising hymns to himself 20|Among thre eternall blest, even hee above 20|All His begotten Son, blessing mee as much 20|As I good pleasure of him with full voice 20|Had wont to call him. Him the Son shortly 20|Adornd: "Blessed thou indeed, but who is Holy, 20|Since holy is thy Father: good on you done!" 20|Even as they said, so is this glory known, 20|Which hereafter all our Fathers shall sing, 20|Jerome and Hilarion, now endeared 20|By this our nuptial feast, whose sacred word 20|The Muse recorded, and whose long-enduring fame 20|Still wins us in ourselues a joyous voice. 20|Thus sung the Revelator, and with songs 20|Sung in his honor, he the trumpet's rime, 20|That terrifie, which in old days did sound 20|Through all th' inhabited Sky, resounded; 20|And with the loud acclaim the brazen Gates 20|Of Hell re-echoed: whereat the Fiend, 20|Rapt with the music, in his boast revolved 20|How he could find ten Jumblies; in a while 20|Appeareth upon a Hill heIS his horse 20|Direct toward the North, and down a rill, 20|Which to the opposite side, by th' inertia 20|Of his strong frame, into an isle did ride, 20|Bearing away the swelling of the ground, 20|That were forgot: he thence to Syracuse came, 20|And by him Caesar was transported, who 20|Out of the Lion, unconscious of right, 20|Likened to a mortal, did compare 20|The Kingdoms into one; and to cement 20|His presumptuous aspiring, to the power 20|In himself usurpt, as in highth his power 20|He went, and by bigamy usurp'd his birth, 20|And was not in, by Allegiance binding 20|His Celestial Parents; that he thenceforth 20|Might better discern the want of Spirit 20|In Sons, who do dissent and despise 20|The secret things; which hard to excuse were 20|In those wise discompos'd; for from the bottom 20|Up to the Kitt, so small a way hath been 20|Lies all th'earth, incomprehensibly, 20|Even to the Holy One, who is in it: 20|In whose right hand is all meritorious, 20|By whom all things are done: and as one God 20|Man's ought is holiest; from his nuptial Dawn 20|Up to the Cloaca artificial 20|All his fine bodily vigor he display'd. 20|All these, and other many Husbands and Maids, 20|Heards him ringing timbrels; and with garlands green 20|Flinging the grassie turf, hung up to heare 20|His sweet melodious voices, till they made 20|The mountain tremble, Cave and wood and field 20|Rise up fainting in amaze, as if with wings 20|Fused about him; Nature did throughout seem 20|To lose her triumphing Tirum the Shaft, 20|hanging fallen from her chariot; nought perceived, 20|Evening or starre, or Tower and suburb, ======================================== SAMPLE 5280 ======================================== I saw, by chance when passing by, 8784|A gallant bark, that crav'd to dock or land. 8784|Its tent it quickly change, and on the shore 8784|Meeting, enter'd, and a goodly crew 8784|Approachest s one to t'other. "Welcome," 8784|Cried he, "welcome, ye gods! to infinite 8784|Exultation, if for naught you put not forth 8784|Your terrors, so that to receive our speech 8784|You stand a distance from us, in hearing hearth 8784|And in space. But suffice it me to say 8784|Your arrival, which was through sojourn of hate, 8784|With your mishap and your destruction visited, 8784|Has so transformed my fortunes, that I bring, 8784|Unless to laughter you are scathing, new report. 8784|We came, the title of my letter, Navare, 8784|To Cremonese, where s one end and halfway a circle 8784|Stands, it is thine opinion, between Gardingo and Ellinas. 8784|"We here avoid all arrears of reputation, 8784|As in report expressly is pleas'd to tell." 8784|Thus he declar'd: and then of all the bravest sons 8784|Of our expedition, he chose me, who best 8784|Could interpret his meaning. e'en the refluent Niger 8784|Thrice besought me, but I hold it in disgrace 8784|Hers to declar those obscure words of his, 8784|Which, however they were, no eye could see. 8784|"Rude is the speech," said I, "that to their shame 8784|Declar'd me: but thou couldst not hearest what 8784|Was reply'd to thee. O Tuscan! what floods 8784| of trouble are o'erthrown'd thyself and others, 8784|Ere thou art aware! Two bodies at once, 8784|Caesar and Empire, on this side of the river, 8784|Are girt by thousands, and are going on 8784| with a majestic mien, as though preparing 8784|To make a trans-Connected nature of their State. 8784|One is that which from Wallenstein descended, 8784|The other that of Domitrich, by whom 8784|The laws of Italy were first established." 8784|"O first and chief! surely the assertion 8784|That so many emperors have been found nigh 8784|Combining their powers, demonstrates," said I, 8784|"That it is not impossible that two 8784|Of these, though they be of such accordable age, 8784|Like their Principles, should converse on their past." 8784|"So may the vision of such love comfort thee, 8784|Thou Ocean, as thou seest me, brother of the Sea!" 8784|Thus having said, with rapid step and light, 8784|In the third circle of our earth we stood. 8784|And the due motion, which the circle covered, 8784|Whence I betook me now to attentive awe, 8784|Was done away, and toward the point, whereof 8784|I heard cry go the sanguinary words: 8784|"Why dost thou mangle the State, which thou hadst made 8784|Thy territory, and didst even to the dogs 8784|Make Conrad?" Whence I, with eyes still fixed upon it, 8784|His sudden words, and wished him for the first time 8784|To list to thee, and answer from his throne, 8784|Would then have gone on longer, had not the light 8784|Unto my eyes deprived me of the shade. 8784|I thus made inquiry: "As thou dost desire 8784|I will be near thee, when I near him." It then bid 8784|Be shut, and kept the portals lock'd. Straight I saw 8784|On either side a heap of soot, which imbedded 8784|A length of entrails, and the carcass smeared 8784|With soot, as had been dead some six weeks past, 8784|By tortures pierced. Concerning the litter 8784|I my petition much should have deplored, 8784|And b ======================================== SAMPLE 5290 ======================================== 12286|I'd leave my happy house, 12286|With all its windows open wide, 12286|And with its roof of glass: 12286|But I'd give my best, 12286|And my best soul, and all my power 12286|To raise a humble roof 12286|For the poor, my sweet and tender 12286|And little ones my care. 12286|I'd give my best, as they have done, 12286|And lose my heart, 12286|But this I know, though many have done 12286|Such great good, and such a soul 12286|That their great name, 12286|Which is ever sounding at my heart-- 12286|Can e'er be low, 12286|Or their poor name, though ever so low? 12286|But if it be low, 12286|'Tis a low soul from which it will run 12286|To the grave to fall, 12286|So my heart must weep, 12286|For I would give it everything 12286|My life and spirit; and so be 12286|Blest as any king 12286|Who has fallen for his nation's weal, 12286|And died for his country, his friends,-- 12286|And died at avenge'd 12286|His fathers' crime; and died to make 12286|A right of his own. 12286|And if my heart swell 12286|In this great cause, I'd be 12286|The first of heroes, and I'd be-- 12286|The first to death. 12286|So, then, I'd keep my eye 12286|Full of sympathy, be 12286|Kind to all, and gentle to none; 12286|But I'd leave to Heaven the rest,-- 12286|All this my soul contains, 12286|And if it overflow, it would 12286|Be, alas, the ocean wide, 12286|But I should not be blest, 12286|Were it not that with this gift, 12286|So well contained within me, 12286|God should a new 12286|Name ordain for me. 12286|I knew him in his youth, 12286|And many a long year since, 12286|As he in childhood went 12286|And brought his mother to the well, 12286|And there did watch and play 12286|Till his father rose, 12286|And so did I. 12286|He was the youngest, 12286|And that was why he died 12286|On a cold fallon 12286|Where the snow was hollow or deep 12286|No one could tell; 12286|But when he was grown 12286|He was the king of the whole town 12286|And all of the country round; 12286|And all his heart 12286|Grew love of kingly bliss, 12286|And that was why he died. 12286|The maid was very young, 12286|And a very simple maid-- 12286|The king did call her his fair dame 12286|And loved her oft, 12286|And that was why he died. 12286|'But now I see her 12286|As a queen is come to wear 12286|The graceful wreath which she 12286|The queen of her land has wrought! 12286|And thou, my mother, 12286|The queen of thy home art gone 12286|Among thy boys, 12286|There in the garden, 12286|She sits at thy knee; 12286|But thou wilt have nought 12286|To do to-day, 12286|Except to stand beside her and say 12286|How much she loves thee. 12286|But, mother dear, it is not chance 12286|That I do fear; 12286|The maid is in a state to show 12286|The love she bears me 12286|And I am come like a spy 12286|To spy and spy and spy again 12286|The happy lovers. 12286|But thou wilt fear that I should be found 12286|In the sweet country, 12286|For one that loves thee best 12286|Has often been found 12286|And that, to this day, has been the case 12286|To-day with me; 12286|But, mother dear, I swear 12286|That I will have ======================================== SAMPLE 5300 ======================================== 19226|'Tis here I saw it first; a day when the wind 19226|Sickness and grief were in their season-- 19226|The day when I, who loved the wood and soil, 19226|Might have been happy if some other day 19226|I had not, with the song of my heart, beheld 19226|The last, sad, lingering of the earth; and I 19226|Was wroth, I'm afraid, in the sweet sun, for I 19226|Saw nothing in it, and saw so little woe 19226|But the old tree, and the boughs and moss, and moss 19226|Brambles, moss and brams, and a little sky 19226|Above the tree-tops that seemed to be praying 19226|For the coming of the clouds that so sad was 19226|And sad it was to look upon. 19226|And the sight with me of all the earth 19226|Took on a melancholy aspect; 19226|And a tear, I will not tell whereat, 19226|Flowed from my eyelids when I think of the Lord 19226|Who was my Saviour--but where, whose Lord? 19226|In my mind the Lord's right hand was, 19226|O'er the right hand came the clouds, 19226|And the clouds came, O'er the right hand came 19226|The rain, and the rain made moan; 19226|Then came the clouds, and the rain came o'er the 19226|earth, and o'er the earth there came 19226|The water, and the water made moan, 19226|But all the water turned its face, 19226|And turned away like a broken reed 19226|Till it was driven to yonder tree. 19226|It is a sweet 19226|Wild voice, and thou 19226|Canst sing 19226|Far sweeter,--thee 19226|It is a song 19226|That, with a single roundelay, 19226|Bids the spirit bless, 19226|And blesseth all. 19226|When the little leaflets sing, 19226|And the children flock 19226|To listen, 19226|Or from the grass 19226|Hurry back again, 19226|This is thy song, 19226|It is a song 19226|That is free, 19226|As thy life, 19226|And blest, 19226|As thy love. 19226|For me the wild wind cries, 19226|For me the wild sea pours 19226|Its terror, and a thousand rocks 19226|Are hurled from shore to shore. 19226|It is the hour of all things 19226|Awful to be,--but oh-- 19226|That love, 19226|That love makes glad, 19226|That love makes glad, 19226|That makes all things sad! 19226|Heaven-ravening night 19226|Has in her wane, 19226|Now the sun is come! 19226|But the love was sweet 19226|When it bloomed, 19226|And it never dies, 19226|But aye rejoiced. 19226|Haste, O love, away! 19226|The night comes on, 19226|In sorrow, 19226|And the birds' notes 19226|Cannot make shorter! 19226|Heaven-ravening day, 19226|Now the sun is gone, 19226|It is done! 19226|I have seen the earth 19226|As it is, 19226|I have seen the sun 19226|And the hills. 19226|The winds have blown 19226|The grass away, 19226|The plants have slipped 19226|Or stood still, 19226|And life has stayed 19226|In all its state. 19226|The stars have shone, 19226|And suns went out, 19226|And life's gone, 19226|And love went home! 19226|The spring comes fast, with sun and moon to set it free, 19226|And call the autumn to gather round the bare; 19226|And the fields begin their green and gold to wear, 19226|The dewdrops to cover, and the blossoms grow. 19226|The winter will come when the w ======================================== SAMPLE 5310 ======================================== 5186|All the trees among the forest, 5186|On the hills the wind-blown snow-showers, 5186|Wind-blown snow among the heather, 5186|White-sleeved, wind-blown snow-showers, 5186|Came the wind from off the fields of Suomi, 5186|Rained from all the rivers, rolled merrily, 5186|O'er the meadows and the lowlands, 5186|Rained upon the fence of o'erarching snow-fields; 5186|On the hills their white bodies piled, 5186|Stacked the fields and dells of forest, 5186|All the forests of Wainola, 5186|All the forests piled within them, 5186|And among them, many hundred-trees, 5186|All the forest-banks were covered. 5186|Near the mouth of all the rivers, 5186|In the bay of birch-wood, grew the saplings, 5186|Loomed were floating on the water-flags, 5186|Many-hued among the sturgeon's-flowers, 5186|On the surface, o'er the brine-seas. 5186|Near the mouth of all the rivers, 5186|In the bay of stoutest maple, 5186|Grew three slender oaks of North-land, 5186|Stony oaks upon the water-brinks, 5186|On the high-pointes of the ocean-floes. 5186|Near the gates of all the rivers, 5186|In the bay of kingly fir-wood, 5186|Heaped were three cups of bitter-scent, 5186|On the ledges of the precipice. 5186|Near the gates of all the rivers, 5186|In the sacred lake of birch-wood, 5186|Heaped were four golden goblets, 5186|On the summit of the island-stairs. 5186|In the deep-sea of the woodlands, 5186|Underneath the brazen-lightnings, 5186|On the summit of the islands, 5186|Were the trinkets of the Northland. 5186|Spake the magic Sampo, 5186|Time to seek for in the ocean, 5186|Time to find in Wainola; 5186|Never will these be yours, Mamurrey; 5186|There are others you would give to me, 5186|You would give them to your brother, 5186|To his wife, the fairest maiden 5186|In the world forever-born; 5186|But to-day, your greedy lips, O Maamo, 5186|Have refused our Sampo's yielding!" 5186|These the words of wise Wipunen: 5186|"What shall we do to keep the Sampo?" 5186|"Take our papa's huckleberries, 5186|Take our papa's paddy-melons, 5186|Take our papa's strawberry-berries, 5186|Take our papa's peaches, large ones, 5186|Take our papa's lolls, red and white, 5186|Give them to the Wood-Fir-ginn 5186|With the leaves of all the forest, 5186|With the cones of all the fiji; 5186|Make a circle with the fingers, 5186|Pour the sweet-scented water 5186|From the clean boat of quaint designs, 5186|From the skiff of the meek Sampo; 5186|Let the peaches pour from chines, 5186|Let the strawberry pour from crib, 5186|Let the gooseberry pour from th. 5186|Let the juicy paddy-melons 5186|Pour from pod and let the gooseberry, 5186|Pour from stem and leaves of scalik, 5186|That the sweet-scented circle, 5186|That the neat-fruit-pie may be, 5186|May be sweet to toothache-painting, 5186|To the brave old Wainamoinen. 5186|Bring us, O palikki hero, 5186|Evermore fragrant, Palikki, 5186|Bring us now the milk-whisks on high, 5186|Honey-pies from the sky-vault, 5186|Bring to us the pliant br ======================================== SAMPLE 5320 ======================================== 2732|Now the next is a young lady of twenty-four, 2732|Who has got the least of what she wants; 2732|In fact all the goods she may desire 2732|Are the best-concieved goods the house can hold. 2732|But we will leave the little woman, for her sake, 2732|(Though we have a little more to tell about her) 2732|For we've got fresh material just now, and the same dear lad 2732|With whom a girl may dine and sup, 2732|But, when we are at it, we must add, 2732|Of a large number of the last, the best, the best. 2732|And he is the only lad that we want, you can see, 2732|He is much too young to prove his taste; 2732|And so, with some delay, we'll call him back this round 2732|And he can try whether his taste's the same 2732|As his old mate of the churchyard green, 2732|Who was wont to be very like his old self-- 2732|(Though there were doubts whether her blood could run true)-- 2732|If taste made her aught the more to fill a place. 2732|And now there's a certain young lad of eighteen, 2732|You'll like his air and demeanour, 2732|And his face and demeanour, so much, 2732|You'd swear, he'd be something more than eighteen; 2732|He's dressed in a kind of sash brown and grey 2732|With some nice buttons, all well lined with lace, 2732|And at the top a sash, well done with lace, 2732|That is, of course, with all those modern bells and pearls. 2732|He talks a great deal, but he thinks nothing much; 2732|And often he sits down with his legs crossed, 2732|And his head turned under, with a heart of his, 2732|And his mouth wide open, with a mouth of his own. 2732|And so he comes in, with "What, a Southey?" 2732|While the other boys (with the exception of one) 2732|Are on the subject with their lips of their own; 2732|Yet he comes in with the "He's a Vane--" 2732|And the other boys will follow with "What, what?" 2732|While the other boys will always rise and leave him alone. 2732|The other boys will laugh, and he will sneer and swear, 2732|And when he's done, the old man will "Well-a-day!" 2732|And with "Well-a-day--well-a-day," and "Where's my sash?" 2732|And "What--what--what--what--what?" and "Where's my sash?" 2732|And the other boys will go out, and the old man will follow; 2732|And they will all say, when he's out of door, 2732|"Old man, where are the sashes?" But if you go 2732|By his grave and dismal murmurings you'll find-- 2732|(Or with a little bird, if you will). 2732|For he knows the ways of the dead and of the living, 2732|And of our days, or what the times be, 2732|And in their ways he will be as they were 2732|(Or with a little bird, if you will). 2732|His eyes are the windows of the soul, 2732|(Or with a little bird, if you will). 2732|When you give him the new sash, which he needs, 2732|He will put it on the new sash, and then-- 2732|Who knows what he shall do! 2732|Who knows?--So long as the sash is stitched? 2732|Who knows?--So long as he has not toiled and wrestled and wrestled, 2732|So long as the new sash is stitched, and the old sash is stitched; 2732|So soon as the old one is dropped, the new one is put on. 2732|It is all one to him, for all things else, 2732|(Or with a little bird, for a small boy's sake), 2732|Have their proper ways; 2732|For the world is a one-name, one- ======================================== SAMPLE 5330 ======================================== 1035|The whole world might be my little brother, or your big brother, 1035|A little brother in love who would give all his strength 1035|For love of you and love of me and make his love more perfect 1035|So long as love in us could live--I and you--love us; 1035|For love at last must win us; love that comes to you; 1035|And, save you, I think, even the little child would love, 1035|If it had only been a brother. 1035|Who is this that you are? 1035|You are more than human, and you make a world seem but a house. 1035|I know there were four winds and four suns that broke the old moon 1035|With one great cry of power and wonder at that sea-murk. 1035|And that is your soul." 1035|Then I knew that you were I, with a thrill of song that sings 1035|That heart of mine, and I know that the three others are you, 1035|And in the heart of me, and you, and you, 1035|Are there two spirits all in tune. 1035|"I am the spirit who went on hearing, 1035|And I the spirit who heard; 1035|I am the spirit who went on doing, 1035|And I the spirit who heard. 1035|I am the power I gave you for your seeing, 1035|I am the glory that you have found me; 1035|I am the pride of you and the hope of you and the goal,-- 1035|But, ah! this is the thing that never will be done; 1035|This heart that ever must be singing." 1035|That is our music. 1035|The little things come. 1035|"I am the spirit who brought you out of the city-- 1035|The heart-sickness in the city-- 1035|And now the life has left me. 1035|And I would make you glad 1035|Of the way your eyes and your spirit are, 1035|And what the light of your eyes is, 1035|And what the light of your soul is, 1035|Under the morning." 1035|I have not come in a moment like a ghost 1035|From a city where I used to live to the sea, 1035|But I make the sea and the city one, 1035|With a little more than a city to know and see 1035|From a little garden to a little town 1035|Under a little sun, 1035|With the little things we used to know 1035|Coming, and with much to learn. 1035|You can see the way that the little bells 1035|Roll over the roofs of the little streets 1035|To the music of the little children's feet; 1035|And the little children crowd to the grass 1035|The little people that play on their eyes, 1035|And the flowers and the people and the grasses, 1035|And the little birds and the little bees. 1035|How do you come? Well, I know how come, 1035|Although you do not ask; 1035|So I will say how come, 1035|After some few days and some little years, 1035|When I see you still. 1035|And that is what I saw; 1035|And I was glad to come on after that 1035|And keep my promise. 1035|And now they come as the moon 1035|Sends out its little sparks 1035|In the heart of the dark old trees, 1035|To light the lonely shadows there 1035|Under a summer night. 1035|They come with the light and with the rain: 1035|A little wind is blowing 1035|Back from the hills like a thing of song,-- 1035|As the light of the moon is blown 1035|Down on a broken town. 1035|And the little people, I suppose, 1035|Follow the song as it is blown 1035|Along that silent way, 1035|Till the music is like fire that fills 1035|The silent places. 1035|The little children wait by the road, 1035|And they are pale and a-cold as they; 1035|For the old road and the old things they knew 1035|Leave a track of blood and tears on its feet, ======================================== SAMPLE 5340 ======================================== 1304|I saw the leaves fall from the tree. 1304|The night was dark when I was born,-- 1304|The air is cold, the trees are bare, 1304|I see the moonlight on the lake, 1304|The clouds are black and sere. 1304|And yet I love the moonlight quite, 1304|And the stars are near and bright; 1304|For they are my friends that weep, 1304|I love the night in cold December 1304|For stars are on the blue. 1304|And yet I love the moonlight quite, 1304|And the stars afar and dim-- 1304|For they are my friends that grieve and grieve, 1304|I love the night in July! 1304|When I came down from the hill, 1304|I saw the squirrels run: 1304|But I said amiss,--heigh-ho! 1304|Tho' the squirrels call! 1304|When I came down from the hill, 1304|(I said amiss)--heigh-ho! 1304|Tho' the wind blew, the leaves did fly, 1304|But I never saw a leaf! 1304|I will go when I come hie, 1304|An' the moon will shine behind; 1304|But I never go when I come hie, 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! heigh-ho! 1304|A year ago, as I was walking, 1304|I heard a song a-ringing: 1304|'Twas a song I loved to hear a-ringing, 1304|I used to love the sound thereof. 1304|When the autumn days were drawing nigh, 1304|When the wind did blast and blast me, 1304|I was a boy again, I was a boy, 1304|With my hair unwrit, and my head bowed; 1304|And I used to sit and wonder, 1304|What the use of being a man, 1304|Since the song would ring, and the song would sing, 1304|Till I thought, "_Heaven save us all_!" 1304|So I sought to understand, 1304|What was meant by the song I heard a-ringing, 1304|And I knew that the age was o'er. 1304|I can tell now beyond a doubt 1304|What the burthen of manhood is-- 1304|Woe and thirst of existence drear, 1304|Loss of all that makes existence sweet. 1304|I will rouse you, dearest, and I trust 1304|In a richer source from our Saviour's side: 1304|I will tell you the secret of life, 1304|And then, my dearest, why you shall wake. 1304|I am weary of all that I have not known, 1304|I am weary of all the pleasures I have none: 1304|I will visit a distant land 1304|Where the suns and the seasons all dance in one; 1304|And I know that the days will be long, 1304|And the nights will be wild, but I will win. 1304|I will visit a distant land 1304|With the dewdrops on their forehead and feet, 1304|And the stars will wink on the drowsy air, 1304|And the birds will pass in a dream through the trees; 1304|But if it be not in vain that I go, 1304|I will win in the end by the long ways. 1304|I will visit a distant land 1304|With a new friend come every day, 1304|And I will win, if it be in vain, 1304|By the long ways and the wild ways. 1304|But I know that victory will be mine 1304|Should I come at nightfall to the shore,-- 1304|And as night comes to bid good-night, 1304|I will go back into the dark. 1304|I will stay for a moment on my way, ======================================== SAMPLE 5350 ======================================== 1365|With the same look in his eyes as when he first saw us; 1365|"I cannot say, never mind, 1365|'Twas something to have heard you say last December, 1365|'Mong the hound's bones that were flung away upon the sea; 1365|I cannot say it's gone, though it is all forgotten; 1365|Ah! yes, you know, the hound, too, had his bones; 1365|And then, of course, the hound had his bones with the sea." 1365|He had heard us all; and so he said that to us; 1365|Then he took the hound's bones that were thrown away upon the sea. 1365|With the same look in his eyes as when he first saw us. 1365|So he walked away, with a solemn footstep, 1365|(His step was graceful and his stride was fleet,) 1365|And the white hawse was left to the rocks and the winds, 1365|And we went to the hut that looked out beyond our door. 1365|We are all alone; and we sit there alone, 1365|Grown weary of the sea's laughter and the stars, 1365|Weary of the wind and sky, 1365|The hills and rivers. In the summer time 1365|The brown bees hum, 1365|The wind sings as they swim,-- 1365|With all the pulses one might hear therein, 1365|How the wind and the water rise and fall, 1365|How the waves flow through the branches gray and old, 1365|How the trees make music, and how they swell, 1365|Rising with beauty and silence in their grace, 1365|And falling with music till they rend and bend. 1365|I can see no more the light, that made it bright, 1365|And every day I sit alone in doubt, 1365|Wandering away, by thy lonely dwelling place, 1365|With thy dim room for meeting, and the sea's far line, 1365|The wind and the sunset and the stars before me, 1365|And the island in the distance, when I may look 1365|To where thy life is hid. 1365|It is not in thy life to know 1365|That all my days are shadows of a dream; 1365|That I could never hope to live as they, 1365|The things are dimmer in thy sight. I find 1365|My life so little of the pleasant joy 1365|It has to-day, it is not in thy life. 1365|A very beautiful village is lying at 1365|Its foundation stones, though it has no name 1365|Beside its ruins, and its hills are hid 1365|Somewhere in the ocean of the sky; 1365|With little children sleeping in its halls, 1365|All in the shadow of a roof of straw. 1365|The old and old among them come to read 1365|The books of life, when there are not four 1365|Rivers in all that town. There is the tale 1365|Of Adam in the old, and of the earth 1365|Creeping and growing as Adam through time; 1365|Of Orion on the mountains, and how 1365|He gave the Hebrews their entertainment 1365|When the high mountains, by their smoke appeared 1365|To all, in darkness, made his darkness more. 1365|There is the ancient story of the winds, 1365|With fated forms and shapes of spirits wing'd, 1365|Awhile the village stood deserted, there 1365|No people living, and no houses near 1365|To take them in. In vain the people pray'd 1365|On earth, in heaven, in ether, in the air, 1365|At window and at window-pane, and thought 1365|That Christ would come to help them! The blind, 1365|And the deaf, and the monotonous servant-folk, 1365|With beggar's rags, and with soul rending cries, 1365|And the rich and proud, that rule the village earth, 1365|As they rule it by the sword, the pen and plow, 1365|And the hoarse laughter of the people's drunkards, 1365|Are growing in number, and the village dames, 1365|Who are of a truth to say the ======================================== SAMPLE 5360 ======================================== 1728|this way? Do not go back to thy men, but lay thy head upon the rock 1728|{*} Let us leave him, if he will come in the middle of his meal 1728|to the place where the man with the beard grows thick and white, 1728|and who is called the Fishesman, and is famed throughout the 1728|nations for cunning. But now let us return together, for this 1728|goeth ever as a trustier of goods than of ill, when the poor 1728|one of his friends is of a very inferior stature. And if he 1728|can tell of the house you see standeth here with doors 1728|closed, which that wretched one hath in his house stolen from 1728|thy people, O then shall he return in anger, and that man 1728|shall turn even now on me with anger, so I know not 1728|of it, and I will not flee away.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: 'Ah, my 1728|friend, the wise one of the sea is the son of Poseidon, 1728|and thereby it behoves thee to give ear to all his words 1728|and all his teaching; moreover his father knows and his 1728|father's counsellors, and he would fain persuade thee to flee 1728|with me back to the house of Hades, for this man is far a 1728|fiercer and more of a shrewd sailor, and the son does not come 1728|up well in a debate. So would that we both were like to be as 1728|like in speech and deed, that we might be as hardy in the 1728|hunt of fish as is the reed with the grey moss growing on 1728|when the wind is blowing; therefore let us go back, and let 1728|me lay my head upon the rock, and thy words so spake. For 1728|this man is more haughty than thou deemest, who is a 1728|wise Lear of a goddess by the name of Pallas Athene, and he 1728|rides with nine men on his back but rides not in the course 1728|of the race. But he makes me a great gift, and my son is given 1728|of him; yea, all his house is dedicated to Pallas Athene, and 1728|dice-bearing Telemachus. Yea, all his house, and all his 1728|welfare and his estate he gave to her, that to the end 1728|of his life he might go hence and see his son, and all his 1728|nations be his own, and he might reign in many lands.' 1728|Then answered wise Penelope: 'O daughter of wise-doting 1728|Peroenor, how doth this seem to thee best? Nay, speak not 1728|without in quietness, for all thy mind is set upon 1728|evil as thou sayest. Behold, I shall bring thee at the last, 1728|this very night, a man that shall tempt thee to take his part 1728|in a fight, or by the will of Fate, if she so will, and 1728|there, seeing him I will no longer fear, for there will be no 1728|more fear of a man to assail me; only the will of the 1728|Father holdeth both with more strength than of his sons.' 1728|Then didst thou say among the mournful people: 1728|'O daughter of wise-doting Pero, son of wise Telamon! 1728|now I see at last the end of my travail, my lordly house 1728|comes to its own. I have seen my son in the field, 1728|sore beset by troubles, and I know at the last the 1728|desire of a man whom I could not have left. But now I can 1728|tell thee what I will; go to the house of Hades, and bring 1728|forth the son of Crissus, that he may bear his lord the 1728|shield, and do thou bring him by thee back to thy dear country, 1728|and to thee, if thee thou willest, shalt thou free him of his 1728|sore distress.' 1728|Then answered the noble youth, wise Telemachus: 'My son, thou 1728|knewest a great evil, but now thine own hurt is ======================================== SAMPLE 5370 ======================================== 2130|(Yet one-sided, as at present,) his speech; and, 2130|And most of all, I fear, his conscience--for he-- 2130|A man of his own, and not as yet of my line, 2130|Is almost as poor as he is poor in thought: 2130|To be, and not to do, his most urgent care 2130|To make this the best Court--and still a Court! 2130|How I dread his death! For it is his life, 2130|And my death is his; and the worst is yet to come. 2130|The man may die whom his heart desires to save, 2130|Nor ever yet had a life, I think, of his own; 2130|But not before all, as may happen to some, 2130|Know this, he lived his life, he lived his time, 2130|The man with a soul like ours has a soul! 2130|"But what dost thou here, that thou shalt not go 2130|To thy home? Thou hast no father, brother, friend, 2130|Or kindred near at hand--no friend to say 2130|Thou art descended from the great and good! 2130|And when we had been asking of these three-- 2130|Father, mother,--and the sons of thine to gain-- 2130|(For thou wast asking, in truth, they were at first 2130|Not very willing, but their wishes grew 2130|Tumultuous, and their pride not yet grew colder, 2130|The same I say; their prayers, as I may say, 2130|Were for my burial: it was all in vain! 2130|They swore, and could not: Oft their prayers grew vain! 2130|I then came home; I now must die in jail." 2130|"And why, my little damask, hast thou come, 2130|To ask for my life?--why hast thou brought 2130|The name of his friend, of him thou dost love? 2130|For some vague purpose, now, thy spirit burns 2130|With a desire to break thy fellows' scorn. 2130|Why then make they the death of a soul, 2130|And their delight the ruin of my name?" 2130|"Well said I to him; and he spake no more, 2130|But wept: the tears fell as on filmy wings. 2130|"One day, when my heart was full of pain, 2130|And grief was deepening in my numb gray head, 2130|A little voice, all tender and severe, 2130|Smote me with joy, and I did well forbear. 2130|It made me feel new depths of man and woman; 2130|It broke the spell of silence so intense, 2130|And I could taste the fresh air, and hear the wind. 2130|But when the next day came, I could not brook 2130|This dull stillness: as at daybreak on all roads, 2130|The slow loricks of the night came stumbling in, 2130|And on the road so choked, it seemed I were 2130|Half mad, half deaf!--I know not how, and what if I 2130|Was heaped upon a bed of thorns from the first. 2130|"I know not why, but evermore I seemed 2130|To grow at least a little weaker; I felt 2130|That even while my heart was beating so high, 2130|I was not working at its utmost capacity." 2130|"I was not then so greatly troubled by dreams 2130|Or such a sense of impending ruin; I 2130|Was not so much annoyed at the slights 2130|And the strange threats which now from each mouth came, 2130|As when I found my friend, Sir Gawayne, at last, 2130|His hair all matted up and his beard hung down." 2130|"Then I remembered how some one had told 2130|How, in a certain house, the woman he loved 2130|Had been a harlot, whom he had deceived, 2130|And deceived himself; yet was not soothed 2130|Or convinced by this; and now I grew aware, 2130|I did but live and thrill with thoughts like these." 2130|"And a strong desire to leave off these threats 2130|Put forth strong arms, as if ======================================== SAMPLE 5380 ======================================== 29574|Her eyes, and were with shame of shame, to show, 29574|Which was the cause of all their shame. 29574|But when she did behold 29574|His beauty, he was changed to stone 29574|And, while there fortune chang'd again, 29574|With her she saw the end of all. 29574|When he perceiv'd the heav'nlie light 29574|Glow in her eare, his pride of youth 29574|Turn'd from her, and his heart was war, 29574|Which could not fall with love, for Death. 29574|Then she, which had ne'er such shame, 29574|Was all agog with grief, and gan to heare 29574|Such tales about the Count, that all her eares 29574|Were fill'd with noise, and she began to weep. 29574|"Oh, what a wretch am I to say, 29574|That Love is such a worm, or such a leech, 29574|To cure so hard a wretch as I"-- 29574|"Oh, do not speak of his death, for hee 29574|Is dead, and must not die for aye; 29574|His death to thee and to mye is a leech, 29574|To cure me of my death, which I was dreadd. 29574|The paines of life, the griefs, the sufferings, 29574|Which all the world with envy meet, 29574|For his new-found art were noonday heat, 29574|And all my sorrows were a night, 29574|When he must die ere day was made. 29574|"But wherefore dost my true love sigh, _Ah_, 29574|And sigh so full, _Ah_, sigh all the day, 29574|And when my true love liv'd, so forc'd, 29574|And came to death, where he was dreadd? 29574|I love thee, hauing been deceav'd, I say, 29574|And hauing liv'd, I say, liv'd with thee. 29574|"Why do I sigh, sad, weepd fair one? because 29574|Thy face is all of grief and tear. 29574|No place can meet that thou mayst passe, 29574|Thy griefe too deep, thy tears too dree. 29574|I am a poor woman, and haue all for sold, 29574|And have not liv'd, that long I may have lived. 29574|"No way but this, for that thy grief doth passe, 29574|My way is better than the common waye, 29574|My griefe is solace to my lover, passe 29574|My griefe, then I shall come to life againe. 29574|When Love is come, and thou hast liv'd well, 29574|He moor thee by his fireside then. 29574|Then thy young life shall glad appear, 29574|And all thy troubles all shall end. 29574|"When thou hast telld me this, and said I had a Son, 29574|Who should be blest his sence with thee, so shall He; 29574|Thy sorrows shall be lighted then by his bright rays, 29574|Thy dolours by his grace, and thus my woes shall bee: 29574|For God will be thy Saviour, when He shall send 29574|A gospeller to bring the world to His rest. 29574|"O, no, no, sweete Muses, cease thy tuneful strains: 29574|Thou hast taught us by the mightie wingse of Ph[oe]be, 29574|Thy sweete voice that pierc'd our owne, doth raine us so. 29574|Yet now, my heart, I pray thee take me with thee; 29574|To-morrow, and till my death, my soule may lie 29574|On thine, that I may sleep, and never wake again. 29574|"And to the life, sweete Muses, be thou blest. 29574|Thou dost my life remit, and my goodnes affaire; 29574|O, thou dost well, or if not, why soe more? 29574|And who that lou'd and loved me, that did loue thee, 29574|Let it ======================================== SAMPLE 5390 ======================================== 3160|They fly, and turn, and fly again: a race 3160|Of warriors, swifter than the wind, appear: 3160|The chariot wheels in air, and breaks the foe; 3160|On ground the warriors fall, the chariot flies, 3160|And all his breathless limbs the foe surrounds. 3160|Their force they lift, as on the ground they stand: 3160|The foremost falls; he rolls the car before, 3160|And, half-buried, half in ruins lies. 3160|The rest from earth to earth resost convey 3160|His lifeless limbs; and with loud shouts he dies: 3160|Then, pressing onward o'er the level waste, 3160|The hero, though unweeting, calls away 3160|The god, and thus his faithful friends proclaim: 3160|The fleet, which he, thy son, had left to chance. 3160|So, heaps on heaps they fall, and cover o'er 3160|That which he saw unfold; but ere he close 3160|Diana sinks, and darkness shades the land! 3160|Heaving his breast and lifting on his sword; 3160|A shower of fragments from his hand she throws, 3160|Then turns to rest, and slumbers all the day. 3160|Meantime Ulysses to the ships repairs, 3160|And gathers from the crowd the sons of others. 3160|With the new sun descending, as they went, 3160|The crowd with noise of waggons throng the ways; 3160|Horses on their shoulders bear, and armed heroes, 3160|And o'er the crowd with clamour and with haste 3160|Darts, and, with mingled shouts, their steeds along; 3160|A well-breathed tumult mingling with the car, 3160|Loud as the roaring of a tempest in thee; 3160|O'er all the spacious field tumultuous flows 3160|The voice of shoutings; and the charioteers 3160|With shouts of men exalt their steeds more high. 3160|As a wing'd air o'er summer trees, in air, 3160|The winds with varying gales descending drive, 3160|And now high o'er their heads the clouds they drive; 3160|With joyous gales the sons of morning pass 3160|To their own country; and the rosy morn, 3160|With gentle dawn, awakes the swarming bees: 3160|Then, at their rising, in the sacred bay 3160|The sacred race of Delphos they behold, 3160|And the pale queen, and high-roof'd dome behold, 3160|Where great Apollo, son of Jove, did sleep. 3160|There, seated by the sacred waters fed, 3160|The reverend elders all with deep accord 3160|Shaped the sacred wains, and raised the massy wall; 3160|Bade the fair bowers in glorious symmetry 3160|With glorious sheen the skilful hands of Jove 3160|Heap sacred honor where they would command; 3160|There lay the massy beams, and laid the planks of wood: 3160|Then raised the wall in order wise to prove, 3160|And from the lofty gates to close were ranged: 3160|The rest a fit design, with skill and pace, 3160|The numerous people might execute. 3160|The sacred bowers the priests, who there abide 3160|With gentle prayers, a present welcome give; 3160|With these the sacred city, and the fane 3160|And temple of our great patron Jove; 3160|(Who gave, when Jove his solemn vow bestowed, 3160|To bless Parnassus; and was patron of art, 3160|Who gave us to be all the gods above, 3160|And of all things, good, happy, safe, and pure!) 3160|There the three sacred temples of the gods 3160|Gaily he builds; his son with art endued, 3160|A sculptured wall, a roof of gold embellished, 3160|And brings the gods to view: the gods appear 3160|As in tall cloud, ethereal in design: 3160|The royal lord a seat and throne supplies, 3160|And thunders from a brazen belfry sound. 3160 ======================================== SAMPLE 5400 ======================================== 1745|The fainting Centaur to support, till light 1745|Play'd back the handdrip of thir Circular Ray. 1745|As when from where the Murchadh Achill 1745|Shoots from the frozen plain the snowy snow, 1745|Searing the leafless wood and barren stalk, 1745|--Here on his sober mountaineer descried 1745|Celestial form, that from the fire exhal'd 1745|V/ere witness, where the narrow gauge ended, 1745|The dreadful Lines about to ascend 1745|With dreadful edge, and all thir dismal ranks 1745|With horrid clangour rung; so saw ye then 1745|Forth rush'd each raging Fury, clash as loud 1745|As heard the Deep when tempest from the Gates 1745|Of Heav'ns high Column summons surging Strife; 1745|And, clash'd in fierce discordance and confus'd, 1745|The Miskode Thunder shook the Reformed sere 1745|Hinges of Heav'ns immixt: nor such as heard 1745|In Cyclades at evening the thick sound 1745|Of discordant woods and caverns, and the roar 1745|Of seas and storm prevailing; so heard there 1745|The Cave resounding with the tumultuous shades, 1745|And flight of Sobrino and with Sobrino 1745|The other Titan-descended. Twice the two 1745|Hurl'd boulders from amid the curving straps 1745|Of the large tent, twice stood straiter rings of Cove 1745|The third time round; nor other cause of this 1745|The voice nor restraining silence of the Powers 1745|Could declare. Then thus the sire of them all 1745|To Vulcan: "Vulcan, now instructed deem 1745|Thy utmost might; to thee I call, and pray 1745|That on the judgment Day thou wilt not lack 1745|Reward, satisfying this our sacrifice. 1745|Let thine aliment, prepared and stored, be placed 1745|As in our tent, and thine and ours alike 1745|Be glory and exultance both of guiltless Gods. 1745|Then shalt thou thus (peradventure more blam'd) 1745|Invoke the aid of good Jupiter to aid 1745|Our priesthood, and to new fire our zeal 1745|Inciting to this strive our Sibyls twin: 1745|Who will assist our Race, and bring us back 1745|Our array in sooner day, than ours; that light 1745|Which us Disiacraeus in thir doom oppos'd 1745|Inignantly, and unknowing why invok'd. 1745|His promise he our fervent fasting now 1745|Insensibly quits: night comes on; and we 1745|Eat, drink, and slumber; other evils pastay, 1745|Ceaseless assaulted; and the sable Night 1745|Uplifted deep, with malignant charms 1745|Bearing away the slighter beauties of the East, 1745|Whose starry lustre steals her way, acquires 1745|But late to her deserved repose; ill timed 1745|She thinks not till by pole or gulf her mounted 1745|Sats natal Time has clos'd, and in the Sun 1745|Has clos'd her reign; she then no more reposing, 1745|But high in heaven her ancient ward descends, 1745|To rise with Parsee womankind, or sing 1745|To PONTUS, with celestial plaint her woes 1745|Pleading, or to leeward raise her infant call 1745|From SINAEAN plains, or Eumenides; 1745|Or of the Tyrrhene broidery mould 1745|Chaplet and plume after Chaplet be made, 1745|To wreathe with Tincture of the Gaulish flowers 1745|Thir purple vault; while all thir native air 1745|With unextinguish'd lustre burns around, 1745|Rais'd high in brazen holm, and pierc'd deep 1745|With gems of diamond, set with ruby head; 1745|While round their beauteous brows with clust'ring hair 1745|Flow'd out uncurtain'd, and in her soft arms 1745|The Serpent ======================================== SAMPLE 5410 ======================================== 1279|When I came by, I saw, 1279|And I've been ever since. 1279|'My love 's a pretty Bird, and wears a roguish, 1279|brave green coat; 1279|But, I judge, he 's not worth five guineas, 1279|Though his plumage is charming and gay, 1279|And his plumage bears a fair resemblance 1279|To The Queen's Lover's Chappelow; 1279|And The Queen is so proud that now she threatens 1279|She will sue for instigation, 1279|To send for Robin, lest he take The Raven, 1279|In revenge for the debt he owes. 1279|Now, dear Robin, dost thou dream of the day 1279|Thou cam'st to woo? 1279|For I dreamt there was a green-gown on, 1279|And a rosebud in the can; 1279|And a little piper, and a dancing maid, 1279|And a singing-trumpetaine, 1279|And the green-gown upon thy cheeks was hung, 1279|And thou cam'st to woo. 1279|Dost thou dream now, poor Robin, in the night, 1279|For the ruby was in thine e'e? 1279|Or was it Mary-land?--the roguish Raven 1279|Came a-hawking by thy bed? 1279|And did her green-gowne ring as thou wert wed, 1279|And the silver plume beneath? 1279|But--thou seest not! thou art not wedded to 1279|The Green-gowne Raven! 1279|Is it a roguish roguish roome for The Raven? 1279|Or may'st thou woo The Queen? 1279|Will The Raven's nest be her pride in thine, 1279|And the emerald crest above? 1279|Dost thou woo, Robin? or dost thou woo? 1279|Thou art not wedded to The Queen. 1279|'Twas a green-gowne roome 1279|A lady lay on a green-gowne green sea, 1279|The-King sat by her knee, the lady fair, 1279|And she said: Sir King, I am not your wife, 1279|I'm the daughter of a lord that 's lately been dead; 1279|And he fell in lyther a-feing his last bow, 1279|And the lady heard it, and she wept sore. 1279|The King he cried anon, his forseil was well; 1279|The lady beheld, and gan to weep for fear: 1279|"The King, that sitteth here, he 's lyke well nigh, 1279|But evermore shall I see him alone." 1279|"Nay, lady, though thou beel not lyest here, 1279|I never may ken aright, I'm dee'd for fay."-- 1279|"That is no cause, the King sall see thy sire, 1279|That o'er-rode England e'en to the North."-- 1279|"That shall ne'er be my durty, then thou sall ha'e 1279|The-King!" She wept anon, and gan to cry. 1279|The King she cried a while, and thought her hame; 1279|But "Away, O awa! thy lady gay, 1279|Thy father sall ta'en a' his goods away, 1279|And thy maistrieboyne thraw thee in the gate." 1279|The Lady said, "If it be my sire's hame 1279|I trow he 'll gie it ne'er ae mite." 1279|The King she cried a while; and her luve she hit, 1279|"Now, now, she 'll kythe, I maun no luve." 1279|Oh, 'tis a sad sight to see the tears 1279|Fast falling from the lady's sunny e'e: 1279|Poor Robin she! how did he seem, 1279|By his dear lady's words, to be undone? 1279|There grew a cold in his lady's cheek, 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 5420 ======================================== 20956|The sweetest thing that ever was, 20956|And yet she could not love me. 20956|I will not say, "I love thee more," 20956|And yet thou wert not true; 20956|But like a dove could I not stay 20956|To tell true love the whole day. 20956|I will not say, "I love thee more," 20956|And yet thou wert not true; 20956|But like a dove could I not stay 20956|To tell true love the whole day. 20956|Why should she not be wise and know 20956|The things that I can tell? 20956|Or why should she be blind and not feel 20956|The dear things I can teach? 20956|I would not say, "I love thee more," 20956|And yet thou wert not true; 20956|But like a dove could I not stay 20956|To tell true love the whole day. 20956|But lately came a sorrow o'er me 20956|So heavy, so dark, and so great; 20956|That all the joys of childhood fled away 20956|From me,--and life was very heavy. 20956|I cried as doth an infant when 20956|Aught goeth wrong, and he therefor 20956|Departs from wholesome dream,-- 20956|"O my dear lady, do not cry! 20956|I would undo thee for a time!" 20956|She wept, she sighed, she wept,--therefore 20956|I softly took her in mine arm, 20956|And she wept, and sighed, and said, 20956|"It was too hard, O Lord, for me." 20956|"Thy choice?" said gentle and kind; 20956|"Not now, O gentle one! 20956|I am with thee for evermore: 20956|Not even the devil could make me 20956|For him a second stay!" 20956|I sat me down upon the grass 20956|To drink, and heard the rivulet 20956|Singing as it ran along. 20956|The water that for miles around 20956|Was ever clear and bright and cool-- 20956|The lovely sounds on either hand-- 20956|Rippled o'er its bank and came 20956|So soft and low, it seemed _it_ were glass; 20956|The daintiest lambs in all the field 20956|Grew bold beneath their kindly look; 20956|And from the banks of either hand 20956|Appeared the children, gaily clad, 20956|Of every sex and race and age, 20956|In that sweet summer's season gay. 20956|All things that are on earth, 20956|And the green earth are their friend 20956|With all its own green earth. 20956|There's a dear spot in the world 20956|Where I never go to-day, 20956|And never shall forget there, 20956|Till I grow up to man's estate, 20956|And take to my wing the air 20956|Like an Eagle high and high, 20956|To seek and find his nest. 20956|The place is a happy spot, 20956|The dew upon the clover, 20956|The sweet little, silver shower, 20956|And the sweet little, linnet's nest. 20956|The little cloud that snares us 20956|In her aery, noonday zone, 20956|The low, gray sky, the dew, 20956|Make me forget that spot for aye, 20956|And my heart's aye gladness there 20956|While the world's a joyous bore. 20956|The little cloud that snares us, 20956|In her aery, noonday zone, 20956|The little light that meets us 20956|Out of the white stars' skies, 20956|I could tell you every thing 20956|That the little cloud that snares us 20956|In her aery, noonday zone, 20956|The little gleam that faints us 20956|In the gold of her radiant eye, 20956|The sweet little, silent gleam, 20956|The dear little, still, dim glisten. 20956|I could tell you every thing, 20956| ======================================== SAMPLE 5430 ======================================== 17393|That the world's a play on two words: 17393|And I--my fate's the same, I'm just a bally boy. 17393|And what the difference is? 17393|'Tis an easy matter, I think, 17393|To guess: you see I'm not so young 17393|As all my fellows, and I'm not so wise-- 17393|Yet I'm not an idiot, either, 17393|For I draw analogy, indeed. 17393|For I know the world when I pick up an object, 17393|I know the world of it, whatever I learn. 17393|And it's plain as anyone can read this book or this 17393|That they are made up of two and three 17393|And four and five and six and seven 17393|And eight and nine, 17393|In a world as big as that and dim as that and lean as this. 17393|And I am simply, really, and really dumb 17393|With the little things that they say, 17393|Which they put into my head and turn into ash, 17393|Like so many of them: 17393|I'm not sure how many years I've been alive, 17393|But I know how many fools were born, 17393|And why the world's a fool and not a fool. 17393|What is it all about? 17393|The light that burns across dark ways 17393|To the dear, dim face of childhood; 17393|The days when I could dream of things 17393|As pleasant as they were; 17393|The longings for the things that were not; 17393|The hard knocks that turned out just as good as they were; 17393|The hopes that just came true, 17393|And fears that seemed a fable; 17393|The years in which, from beginning to end, 17393|Life seemed always less than nothing; 17393|All this you do not understand, 17393|--How much less 17393|Than nothing, 17393|What little things make it a while to read. 17393|And yet, how much less! 17393|All of it: the sunsets and the dews, 17393|The laughter and the drowsiness, 17393|The talk about the coming year, 17393|The years that lead and years that lag, 17393|The years that do not know me yet, 17393|The lessons taught and taught me more 17393|Than ever then or any can know. 17393|(And now that I've turned eighty-one I shall keep my promise 17393|To make these years as pleasant as my first-- 17393|Not counting the years when Time stands still 17393|And nothing ever happens, 17393|Not counting the years when, in that city, 17393|I come to hold the keys of an unknown city, 17393|With some new song in a new language, 17393|That may be less familiar, 17393|Or be the language of the people I've taught it to teach it to 17393|me.) 17393|Oh, but the years have beauty that were mere illusion 17393|Or more than double conceit. 17393|They come and go in motion, 17393|They pass, and something new is born, 17393|Something beautiful of a strange, strange power: 17393|The years seem dancing lights by the way of flowers. 17393|(For the world is not the world only!--All men are not 17393|the same--the beautiful, the wise, the strong, the beautiful 17393|and wise, are born of the same secret.--Here is the 17393|way I think of it, and my fancy has been spotless: 17393|But I never--for I knew not that I knew 17393|the way I dealt with the years, in a strange way, 17393|as an old maid with an old song in her mouth, 17393|that knows not her own language, 17393|that knows not any other language-- 17393|She will write, and the world will read it--and that 17393|other world will answer it or explain it, 17393|and bewail it;) 17393|She will write it with ink that is never wet, 17393|wet, not good for living, 17393|and the world will read it, and the wise men will smile, 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 5440 ======================================== 1365|The voice of a poet, and the voice of the king 1365|Came from the windows of the temple, and the voice 1365|Thus ended the king, and he bowed his head; 1365|And the people stood and listened, and rejoiced. 1365|And the king raised his right hand unto the sun, 1365|With the power of God, and the people's blessing 1365|Came, as it had done before; but a cry 1365|Came from among the people, shouting, shouting, 1365|"Hence away! hence away with the heathen!" 1365|And the king raised his left hand and unto the moon 1365|Shone the King of Heaven; and while the moon 1365|Lowly descended and the sun arose, 1365|And the stars shone larger in the heaven, 1365|From the temple came a man, a sagacious man, 1365|Who said, "This is a sign that Solomon 1365|Is come home again, and we have fulfilled 1365|Our promise to him. But the heathen men 1365|Shall no longer keep it; they have not learned 1365|The wisdom of God's law, like us, nor know 1365|The blessings of salvation. Away with them! 1365|The Lord our God is God of truth and love; 1365|He saith unto us, Whoso keepeth these 1365|Very holy words, unto his own blood 1365|Are unclean things; but they shall not be 1365|By witchcraft or by sorcery, and they 1365|Shall be damned, and whoso saveth them savel'. 1365|The time approaches that must come at last, 1365|The fateful time, when Jesus shall appear 1365|In His own flesh, and at His glorious trial 1365|Shall answer to the world and to the world's sons. 1365|Then on His glorious trial will He look 1365|With unshaken purpose and not in doubt, 1365|And, knowing that they are His disciples, 1365|Turn unto them and be witnesses, 1365|And be the witnesses, and prove them right. 1365|And they shall answer unto Him, and say, We know 1365|The Scriptures, and our Father, He the Christ, 1365|Whom we rejected, crucifies our hearts; 1365|Hath put upon us the wounds of death; hath brake 1365|The shackles of the flesh, and hath laid them low, 1365|And has given us a glorious entrance into rest. 1365|Then for His mercy His right hand He will take, 1365|And in His mercy His left hand He will hold, 1365|While he fights for us with Right and Wrong, 1365|And all the host of Satan. 1365|Then the King gave place 1365|As from a dream and all unheeding, 1365|Past they passed, as through a glass of ray 1365|The glorious Vision of the King was seen, 1365|And all the multitude turned their eyes 1365|To the King's appearance, and were filled 1365|With wonder at the sight of him before. 1365|And there rose up from those who stood before, 1365|As from a whirlwind, the old man, and he 1365|Saw all the multitude with awe and wonder. 1365|"Ho! let us take our swords," he said, 1365|And called to them the chieftains, and they came. 1365|And all the multitude of those who stood there 1365|Gathered about the King, and each one was armed. 1365|But he was the stronger, and they all, 1365|They all turned on him with anger and strife, 1365|And bade him yield them back their former birth, 1365|And all the multitude were overcome. 1365|He turned at these commands, and, behold! 1365|They took the holy water from his hands, 1365|And bore it in their youthful cheeks, and so 1365|Stayed them among the multitude. 1365|"Let us go forth, and be as free men," 1365|They cried, as if in chains. "O meek, let us go 1365|And become like men, like all good folk. 1365|To-day our fathers' blood is on our hands!" 1365|But he was stronger and more ======================================== SAMPLE 5450 ======================================== 8793|Ere long shall be in all its beauty dim, 8793|That here it stand, and every thing be gay." 8793|The sound was of a lute, that, failing string, 8793|Was fain to have prevailed with better lyre; 8793|And, as it fail'd, exclaim'd, "Ah, vain delusive light! 8793|To which dark Erato mutely show'd 8793|The shadows of the centuries behind." 8793|Such was the sigh, that, in my native shore, 8793|While yet the light was litanies of Chillon, 8793|From those sad shades I turned, and saw, above, 8793|Far, farther than my feeble ken could bear, 8793|At times, a thousand suns glance upward: I, 8793|More than the thousand, had been showered death 8793|And gibbering hell below. What are those 8793|Fast-fellen from that centre, where they stood 8793|The rest of that split theatre, their eyes 8793|Bent on the dance, but on the dance they look'd 8793|On me, who from the dance exulting went. 8793|While so the sainted vows I devoutly made, 8793|The haughty Vanarious smil'd, and said, "I see 8793|My covenant with you is faithfully kept." 8793|Far as the heav'nly tablets entitle our sphere, 8793|So that physician or historian 8793|May speak of this, half-utterable verse, 8793|At Aix, at the close of the Century, 8793|"VETAIRE, est mortuosus angelorum 8793|Unica pastor emeritis;"--whom I saw 8793|Not distant from the mount, and seemed to fly 8793|With the sweet mien, whence he had arriv'd, he came, 8793|And said, "Shade of my shadow, whom I sought, 8793|Here findest thou? tell me who thou wast: my song 8793|Tells of my fall." With that he tore away 8793|The boughs of his delicious olive-wood, 8793|And, as they coughed, in shade III replied, 8793|"I was of Frankfort, and was thrice bet all 8793|To win that furious wretch, who casts about 8793|For honours, in the world without a peer. 8793|My soul went forth a first-fangling spirit, 8793|And, like that fox, whom all the woods invite, 8793|Hunts for the opening of her casque by rocks. 8793|My good sword, that marvellously pass'd 8793|Through many an angle, gave me to see 8793|My brother's guilt in him, here, only seen 8793|In visions of the flesh. With that I smote 8793|The yew-tree, with my affright; there crouching down, 8793|I rag'd against the cocks; and, the tempter's pawn, 8793|Parted in four I fell. That done, to right 8793|I turn'd me, and with ready sword & mace 8793|At once on either side smote me so, that chance 8793|It struck not from me, but my astounded guides 8793|Met face to face with those black crows, who, turning 8793|Against the mace of unmoving Havoc, charged 8793|Full on the place where my right foot stood. 8793|At this the shield of us two do not now 8793|Impart, what otherwise might hap to lose. 8793|Whence, other than that we are but birds, 8793|And had rather meet a mortal blow 8793|In our own bosom than upon the cavern 8793|With a harder crash bear that heavy stone." 8793|As one, who in a dream hath found respite 8793|Needful from his anguish, such brief rest 8793|He maintains, with cries and gestures tame, 8793|Though fast drowning in his anguish; thus, as one 8793|Still struggling with himself, I struggled, after 8793|My guide's admonishment; and he, though bent 8793|Deep in thought, yet ere his lips were parted 8793|Confirming this, he said: "Now, now ======================================== SAMPLE 5460 ======================================== 1030|And the last song sung, and the last ball played, 1030|At a very great pub-crawl, 1030|Of which they'd little more ado 1030|Than to have a good lagers drink, 1030|And a good sot to bed below. 1030|And I'm quite sure Sir Guy was well content, 1030|If aught did proceed in the same sort, 1030|For he knew that his good horse was ready 1030|And his good sot to send to the wars. 1030|But the time arrived, and it seemed to the rest 1030|That he had not a horse in his bag, 1030|And the rest all went off at once, 1030|And were not a whit in their mood; 1030|Till some found a job which suited them, 1030|For they cut his bridle-tracks off, 1030|And were off a great way in a trice 1030|Into a water-tub for to drown. 1030|Then a great deal of trouble they had, 1030|For a stream, called by the want of telling, 1030|Burst through the meshes of their harness, 1030|Like a huge stone, and through his face it cut. 1030|But the saddleman, though he did shake 1030|His head, says that he cried to his wife, 1030|As she did to God in her bed afterwards. 1030|To ride the whole day through the great stone flood; 1030|Till he fell in, and was drowned too soon, 1030|By the shock of the spur which his own sword had 1030|By the saddle-strap knocked in by his feet; 1030|For there ran the spur, which was caught in the mud, 1030|And with the horse's own power the saddle-bag burst, 1030|And the spur and the horse's power went together. 1030|And they sank so low that the sorter swam 1030|His two hands through, and did not rise; 1030|And Sir Guy said, "My dear, you have drowned him 1030|Unless you make him rise." 1030|(The horses are riding down in a row, 1030|On the backs of horse and man.) 1030|But his poor horse, that looked but ill, 1030|Could not rise for want of _saddle_; 1030|So the saddletoolers they drew them up, 1030|And all were drowned in a wonderful way, 1030|And the two saddletools, Sir Guy and himself, 1030|Were drowned and buried in a certain place. 1030|I can't tell how the rest did go; 1030|But they were gone quite out of sight, 1030|And I'm told that they did all go right 1030|And did all all go wrong. 1030|One thing I do beseech you 1030|To know, that, on this very same day, 1030|Sitting in a wayward mood, 1030|It happen'd that Sir Guy was drowned, 1030|And he was at that moment drowned himself, 1030|And the great mess he did in the same; 1030|And the saddle-lid was raised, and the spurs 1030|Were re-holpen, at a great hurry, 1030|By the horse that did all ride on. 1030|But they made him rise out of his bed, 1030|And then he started in his train, 1030|And as the steed ran and did run 1030|He was on fire, and he was going round, 1030|And he did ride so slow, and so slow he rode, 1030|There didn't seem a chance of a stop, 1030|When the horse that fell not made up his mind 1030|To give the good horse any more fun! 1030|He made off as fast as he could, 1030|And it was twenty miles or more off, 1030|When the _saddle_ broke, he had done; 1030|Which did prove painful and disconcerted, 1030|With the whole mess falling out, and Sir Guy 1030|In the midst of them all, 1030|And a frightful death, 1030|For he was hurt in the face 1030|With a stone, which crack'd it quite. 1030|And then, as Sir Guy ======================================== SAMPLE 5470 ======================================== I'll be gone, 1279|And come back some day; 1279|But, if ye let me mind thee, 1279|As the first time Ie'n seen, 1279|I shall begin to ca' 1279|A new kind of love. 1279|The boors were out in the glen, 1279|The morn was in the west; 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The morn was in the west, &c. 1279|The bairns were belabouring the ground, 1279|They said, "We'll play the fool;" 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The fool laughed loud and clapt her hands, 1279|The children clapped and cried, 1279|The father ran up to the clerk in a rage, 1279|'Twas all a jest to them; 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The clerk was in a fright, she did run fast, 1279|For fear the children should kill; 1279|The father went by the Clerk's door, 1279|To tell her, if she stuck to her plan, 1279|They'd steal his horses root; 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|The cattle came in at last, &c. 1279|The father came in at last, 1279|And looked about so vex'd, I thought, 1279|He well might be vex'd 1279|For talking with a fellow not of his kind, 1279|Which, by Jove, must make him jest, 1279|Ladies, gentlemen, &c. 1279|"Fetch," quoth he, "your cattle from the hill, 1279|And bring me my best hat and pants; 1279|A pint of Deco must be had within, 1279|With a cake of fresh earthen eels, 1279|To the foot of the mill, 1279|And a glass on the mill-water spread; 1279|A glass of rum, too, as usual; 1279|Ie also my hogs was cased, 1279|With a glass of our Barbary wine. 1279|The miller's wife came in at last, 1279|She was a poor, but finnd, cow-driver, 1279|A-marching borrdly her; 1279|She brought them all in neat, 1279|Though they were not half so clean as the wife of the miller!" 1279|Then went the wine 1279|And a glass in each hand, 1279|To put into each glass a pint of curd; 1279|The miller then brought in the cows, 1279|Till I rearted gan, 1279|At the gallop, a-field, 1279|To let them know I was come, for a fresh coat was on: 1279|His head it was so top, 1279|And his face so fair, 1279|That he was both lord and queen, 1279|In three short months and a; day and night, 1279|The world would aye be awd, 1279|But a-field ne'er bade good morrow; 1279|But a-field showed me my naked truth. 1279|"Forbear," my fair Sir Thomas cried, 1279|"Forbear your quarrel with me--" 1279|"Forbear!" the angry Sir Thomas roared, 1279|"That naked truth exposes thee!" 1279|Now, do you think, Sir Thomas, 1279|That you would be still thus true, 1279|If it should e'er appear 1279|That you lied to your girl at the wheel? 1279|For, if it did, thou wert 1279|Ne'er seen by a horse's leg, 1279|Ne'er would the horses stand near thee, 1279|Ne'er give a horse man 1279|Twice his own half-penny; 1279|If thine naked truth came out, 1279|Thou wert unholy. 1279|Now, if it did, then I'm sure 1279|That thy mouth thou should'st have kept 1279|Away oft' mair frae me, 1279|And my heart thou should'st hae kept; 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 5480 ======================================== 1041|And in the face of God I see thee, 1041|But none the less to God I see thee. 1041|Let no man say that I shall live the life 1041|To whom I give myself, or have gone astray, 1041|Or that I ever did thee wrong: 1041|I give myself in love, yet he who takes 1041|For his goal mere gift of hers, 1041|And who with his pleasures speeds to meet 1041|The fancies of another world, 1041|Sings not his song to make me weep, 1041|For he knows not that 'twas mine. 1041|Let no man say my lips are sealed with speech, 1041|Or immortal, or sacred from the grave: 1041|Love but as arms, and kisses blows 1041|Upon lips, which cannot kiss their own, 1041|And must be kissed with lips even thus. 1041|So to my heart thou dost ask a kiss as sweet 1041|As that which in the golden sun-beams lies: 1041|The kiss that she who in thy heart doth lie 1041|Turns to herself all day, or comes unseen 1041|At night, to kiss me when I sleep: 1041|But I, like her who dreams she art alive 1041|And sees the vision die away before her sight, 1041|Have scarce a kiss to give her lover; 1041|He goes with me with wings of his own, 1041|And on his wings his face he hath, 1041|Which is most like a rose, most red, 1041|And in each bud it stirreth most. 1041|Then kiss me, for I love thee: but with me 1041|I do not love thee for thy beauty's sake 1041|But for the love that is in my heart: 1041|And the nightingale's song is most like this,-- 1041|Love me for to win thee over, love: 1041|And the swan's song is most sweet to me 1041|When the sun is in my heart and in thine, 1041|And all the stars sing in each spray. 1041|O Love in truth my very blood hath drunk, 1041|I did believe thee, till thy beauty grew 1041|Fann'd with by thy breath, and I fell at thy feet, 1041|And all my heart upbore thee, and did fall, 1041|And fell together as one dead: 1041|And now my memory thereof is gone,-- 1041|It was a day of blindness, and I fell: 1041|And that was a night of blindness, and I lie 1041|Now on the earth I left thee, blind with love: 1041|For I forgot thee, and believed in pain 1041|That blind men must unto women go, 1041|And must to win thy worship, love: 1041|And that was love of sight, and love of love, 1041|That blind man must unto a man, 1041|Because his thoughts were with another's eyes-- 1041|Because his ways were with the earth: 1041|Therefore my memory thereof is gone, 1041|And this my head hath overcast. 1041|And the world-fount is cold, 1041|And the world-soul is chill; 1041|And the heart of the world is dark 1041|That hath such wide feet. 1041|The sky is cold, and the sea hath chill, 1041|And the sun hath his day: 1041|And the song of the world hath gone, 1041|And all the world hath ceased. 1041|But on my heart, on thine heart shall live 1041|The life I learnt in thee: 1041|And thy love shall walk with me, 1041|And thy face no more be sad, 1041|When all is over where it was wont. 1041|Then shall my soul be filled anew, 1041|And thy heart be filled anew, 1041|And I no longer long for what I have not, 1041|But take what I must have for change of pain: 1041|And thou, I say, be happy now! 1041|I know how much I am in blame, 1041|That I am a poor unhappy child 1041|In every care and every ill, 1041|That no comfort save thyself can give ======================================== SAMPLE 5490 ======================================== Mayhap 'twill be, and when ye hear 14591|In his own tongue one of your brothers, 14591|'Tis that he has been with us. 14591|My father here was very fond 14591|And ever of good cheer, 14591|For that I could, indeed, 14591|Singly be by him kept. 14591|O that we ne'er together 14591|Were parted in the war! 14591|My lord's son he a noble man, 14591|His heart is not his own: 14591|The lord now is my brother, 14591|So all will have its way. 14591|I'm brother? Why, then, whom now dost thou 14591|Know'st thou of knights the son so good? 14591|His name is not of high renown. 14591|I'm brother? Well, so may I: 14591|But, as the matter is, 14591|He's come at this late hour. 14591|I do not know, I'd gladly know, 14591|In all my life, the reason: 14591|Yet, if a brother so deigns, 14591|He may be called my brother! 14591|I see him in your chamber! 14591|And yet the only one 14591|Which, if I'd known what he is, 14591|I would have loved and loved 14591|With every ease and freely! 14591|I would not so: such thoughts are 14591|Unpleasant, in my sight. 14591|His name I long have wished my own, 14591|And now there is his will: 14591|I'll take it, like true love's vow-- 14591|I'll live with thee and love and marry. 14591|Forgive me, for, if, in spite of this, 14591|Myself must part from thee, 14591|To be my wife and keep us twain! 14591|My heart with grief is broken, 14591|For, I am torn and torn with fears; 14591|The maid, I've oft beheld afar, 14591|Was passing o'er a grave or mound of stone; 14591|And when I went unto her to speak, 14591|When I had gone a pace, she answered never a word. 14591|She was, in fact, a very cruel fool; 14591|How could she ever, with my best content, 14591|Seem loving me, when she never saw the conflict 14591|Which was between ourselves! 14591|As to a girl of ten, or on a summer's day 14591|To an old man, the lover in a warm embrace: 14591|When it's winter, or when storms begin, 14591|And all the air is dull with frost, 14591|What time her face was seen to melt? 14591|I see her, by this window barred, 14591|With hair that waves and sighs and thaws, 14591|A woman, in whose features shine 14591|The smiles of wisdom. For, as I said, 14591|She's now in mourning. 14591|Alas, thy sorrow, to thy pain! 14591|Ah, how soon time comes again, 14591|The love I once have for thee! 14591|That time's the time for tears indeed; 14591|But thou wilt go to me! 14591|What hast thou done, O poor and weak, 14591|That now thou seest the light 14591|And see'st a friendless man, alone, 14591|By the wretch's hand slain? 14591|I've done naught: there is no crime: 14591|But in his blood thou seest 14591|The blood of one who died for thee: 14591|Thy blood--is it thine? 14591|The dead is here beside thy side. 14591|He did not leave his friend alone: 14591|And in thy blood again 14591|Shalt thou see the tears of him! 14591|No! if she lie within thy blood, 14591|It is the maiden's gift, 14591|And I must give thee back thy friend! 14591|O love! it is thou, and not he, 14591|Who now is alone: 14591|But we will meet, and then together save him: 14591|And make thee, his ======================================== SAMPLE 5500 ======================================== 27221|To the last brink, beyond redemption's dreary tide, 27221|To be saved by thy great Father, Jesus Christ. 27221|But for me they only sought to do their worst: 27221|If thou, by virtue of thy life divine, 27221|Wast wholly to their malice, to thy death they sought. 27221|The hour is nigh when I must see the Judge, 27221|If innocent or guilty, who shall decide. 27221|The time is short, the sentence is absolute; 27221|I would not have it longer than twelve hours.-- 27221|For life is short, and death is swift as thine. 27221|And if I live to be thy last and worst, 27221|Thou must forfeit life's continuance for my sake. 27221|The judgment shall be passed, the sentence hath been passed. 27221|My Lord, I cannot bear to think of it-- 27221|I feel like dying. This is all I see: 27221|That thou wilt be my debtor ere I breathe. 27221|And I can bear it--yet I would have Thee stay. 27221|This is the last allusions of his opening verse, 27221|And the last that can be hurt the prophet's ear. 27221|O Thou whose presence has been such a guide, 27221|And wilt be such in all thy future ways; 27221|Thou, who dost love to inspire thy people's love, 27221|And art their beacon, beacon Love above; 27221|That on their threshold Dwellest in the sun, 27221|Or at thy word, when they look up to Thee! 27221|Thou, from whom they will inherit hope eternal, 27221|Lov'st to make them suffer and obey thy will; 27221|Yet their revenge, as soon as anger mantles, 27221|Thou thyself, unaided, will quickly hurl. 27221|For their good they do thee honour; thy bad desires 27221|Make thy blameless head, so base and dishonourable. 27221|But the end of all is now. Thou dost demand 27221|What hast been promised to the King, to-day. 27221|Be it thy pride that the poor King can wait, 27221|When thou canst plead thy excuse and turn away. 27221|And thou, when once thy sentence is pronounced, 27221|Canst, like a man, go naked in thy cell. 27221|Yet to what avail doth thy revenge avail? 27221|Thou canst not gain it. The King still holds him free. 27221|Thou dar'st not make the truth known, the King still holds him free. 27221|Go, happy Prince, to thy great master's sight; 27221|And in full council make the people bow. 27221|Go, read thy sentence in the King's high court; 27221|Till he, perforce, be led to see thy pain. 27221|And may at last the glorious day arrive 27221|When thou, when all thy race is told, shalt see 27221|The Lord of earth and sky in man restored. 27221|When thy own Prince, with joy and pride, shall know 27221|Thy bitter doom and be absolved and bless'd. 27221|And then, when he to seek his King shall fare, 27221|With trembling steps shalt pass the holy ground. 27221|And with a blessing, and a fond adieu, 27221|Be present, God of love and mercy, to his Sire. 27221|Farewell, fare thee well. B. 27221|O fair old lady, and hast lost 27221|The charm of happy fancy? 27221|When, like the sun, thou look'st from heaven, 27221|So looks the day, I mean the night! 27221|And in that heavenly light and state, 27221|As in the silent firmament, 27221|Are seen the planets revolving, 27221|With motions as they wont! 27221|And in those motions, by degrees, 27221|By degrees, by degrees, return, 27221|When they shall rise in air; 27221|And now these stars thou seest ======================================== SAMPLE 5510 ======================================== 12286|To the last drop the sweetest that our eyes 12286|Have seen, and yet not worth the most. 12286|_Ch._ This morning, sir, you took a leaf together; 12286|_Mr. Whiffle_: You had? 12286|_Ch._ But here it is--the same that has always been so-- 12286|The same that you have always wished for; 12286|"You are not what you were," so men say, 12286|The very words that _I_ myself would say. 12286|So, for a second, I will breathe a little, 12286|And let it go, till I, too, know the thing. 12286|_Mr. Whiffle_: "Yes, a new life; and a sad one, too, 12286|The last and least of all." 12286|Well, I must go--if you wish you'll have it so-- 12286|And write to Mr. Whiffle, that I may know 12286|Your wish not yours, but the thing I wish you. 12286|All right, if you will but write to me. 12286|'Twould be a pleasure, you see, to me. 12286|_Gibbon_: The next, you had better go 12286|_Whiffle_: "Perhaps he may;" and so on. 12286|The moon is set: I've made up my mind 12286|To go to Paris, to a meeting-place 12286|That's near, and to a book--perhaps this 12286|That Mr. Pecks has mentioned--and that place 12286|The Louvre will go with me, I'll be bound. 12286|There's the Muse's house there, next to the Louvre: 12286|There I may sit, and see the pictures there 12286|With its gallery of the famous,--and there 12286|See the lady who's called Marie Antoinette! 12286|_Gibbon's_--that kind of light, that kind of shade, 12286|That shows us all that's wonderful and good; 12286|_Whiffle's_--that like a small spark in the darkness-- 12286|I hope the Muse will let me borrow the two! 12286|What's the Muse like, 12286|You ask me? She's not at all like us; you 12286|In thinking that she has all the sense and all the wit 12286|Of Bice, she's in truth not so unlike us; 12286|Her face, when she's in dress, looks as if stript 12286|Of all her colour and all her grace, 12286|Yet all with a kind of sweet and a rare 12286|Mirth mixed with a sweetness that's beyond compare: 12286|Like the sun, when he's near the golden throne; 12286|And the skies when they'll see him o'er his work 12286|Tender, happy, cheerful,--like the world, 12286|Where all's mirth, all gladness, and all colour shine. 12286|Ah! the soul of the poet, the soul 12286|Of the great soul of England, shines, I know, 12286|At home, abroad, on every hand, 12286|And never can be hid from our sight 12286|If in our hearts it shines, and ever shines 12286|With all the splendour which nature allows; 12286|Yet even, indeed, the soul of the poet, 12286|By that rare grace alone which I see, 12286|Is dear to me; for here of that soul I have a part. 12286|Oh! I am the great son of the poet, 12286|The dear poet, the noble; 12286|In me the wild warbler of yore 12286|To whose tune all nature gave birth; 12286|In me the swift serenade 12286|Of maiden-joy or lion's rage; 12286|In me the incense of the sky; 12286|In me the song of the nightingale, 12286|Speaking all languages plain and clear, 12286|The tongue that loves words only, speech 12286|In every tone, all sounds alike; 12286|And the sweet sense of the ear alone 12286|And the fancy, which sees colors everywhere; 12286|I am the good father of music 12286|For which I never cease to pay ======================================== SAMPLE 5520 ======================================== 3160|His heart with rage increased, and to the waves 3160|In accents wing'd his warning voice proclaim'd: 3160|"'Tis thine to save! but vain is every care 3160|The hero in the strife: the Fates attend 3160|The valiant warrior of the realms above. 3160|Rough is the rising billow; with white hands 3160|The rocks surround, and rush to swell the tides. 3160|Tuscans! thy bold offspring shall behold 3160|These horrid rocks! nor shall thy foes, thy foes 3160|With swelling waves invade thy native shores, 3160|And thy great city wall'd with woods decay!' 3160|"He said: and thus, with mighty voice, address'd 3160|The proud-portal'd vessel: 'Bold is thy boast, 3160|Thy voice, thy hopes are brave, though all thy fears 3160|Mixed with thy doubts and woes and sighs, to say: 3160|Or, from the rocky barriers strain, 3160|And on the waves the raging billows bear: 3160|Thy native realm shall mourn thee in the grave, 3160|And thy great house shall be a desolate waste. 3160|The gods may all the fate of earth decree, 3160|But I will be the sure defence thereof. 3160|For in the dread approach of death I hold 3160|All other things to heaven I dare debate; 3160|But on these shores the Gods alone I bend, 3160|For all, for all, is for my country's weal. 3160|Thus while, with eyes downcast and with brow distrest, 3160|My ship my frantic thoughts to heaven return'd.' 3160|"When thus the sage, in words paternal mild, 3160|Invoked the storm of stormy passions raised by Jove, 3160|Torn with a rage that ne'er convuls'd my soul 3160|His answer still with fury stirr'd my breast: 3160|Unmoved he view'd the man, unmoved his eye, 3160|And yet unutterably with rage. 3160|'Ah! wretched man! how will the Gods punish thee? 3160|How can the wrath of Neptune be appease'd? 3160|If on that day thou dar'st to look to heaven, 3160|This hand shall deal the offender down the blow. 3160|When, thus, th' impetuous tempest roll'd along, 3160|And the great billow on thy bosom broke, 3160|A wretched man, alas! before his eyes 3160|The sacred light of day must vanish quite.' 3160|"Then to his bosom fixed my eyes and tears, 3160|With tears, my very eyes, to find some cause 3160|Of vengeance on the foe as on my lord, 3160|I said, 'O father! hear me for the cause; 3160|Ye the gods who live for ever see, in vain, 3160|The king and father from the hands of Jove! 3160|I am, alas! the awful Sire itself, 3160|And in the midst of death, I give the breath; 3160|If this shall be, how shall I then escape 3160|The dire effects of death, and all the woe 3160|Of sea, and all the burning woes of hell! 3160|And should the fury burn not, as it should, 3160|A sire, a brother, a dearer brother, I 3160|Shall live, and breathe, and die, and rise again, 3160|In the fair groves of Delos, with his wife.' 3160|"His voice I heard, and as I stood amazed, 3160|My soul, a fixt resolve, my knees confess. 3160|In vain my tongue the impotent reply, 3160|The heart is fixt the deed, and it obeys. 3160|In dreadful fear I hasten to the shore: 3160|The gods forbid me there my soul to mourn. 3160|"Unhappy man! thou hast too long of wrong, 3160|The guilty son of Ithacus! deplore, 3160|Be stern and piteous, that to us thou gav'st 3160|Thus wretched man! in this inglorious doom, 3160|And to thy grief my life and honour send, 3160|T ======================================== SAMPLE 5530 ======================================== 1304|The morning star of heaven, which is the Dove! 1304|THE SAND OF PEACE'S MOUND 1304|THE WOOD OF PEACE WEAN 1304|WHEN I was young, a dream 1304|Called me from dreamland; it brought an old, old dream 1304|Of the summer long ago. 1304|The woodlands were young with promise, bright with promise, 1304|Beyond my childhood's home. 1304|The world was new to me; all dreams were strange to me; 1304|I found the music of the world was dissonant: 1304|I asked of the Voice how Time was brought, 1304|And the Voice answered my wish, 1304|As of old,--as it had come of old, before 1304|The day was born,--as of old! 1304|The world was full of joy, the world was empty now, 1304|The golden harvest grew; 1304|The little seed-field lay barren, 1304|The rose-tree dead and dried!-- 1304|I, with the heart of a child, and the faith of an old 1304|in my breast; 1304|And the Voice cried to the dark of the woodlands and the wood, 1304|"There be sons of men to reap!" 1304|Oh, the world was glad at that Answer, joy and amaze, 1304|The old, old dream! 1304|And the world was glad at the golden harvest grown, 1304|And the rose-tree dead and dried! 1304|WHEN you and I are apart, 1304|When you and I are alone, 1304|The night is silent, 1304|And there is not much wind, 1304|And I am happy as a child; 1304|And you will laugh or I will weep, 1304|As the seasons change. 1304|When you and I are far away, 1304|When you and I are near, 1304|You are happy with dreams of green, 1304|As the years are many; 1304|And I am happy as a child, 1304|And you will smile or I will sigh, 1304|As the seasons change. 1304|We were so near, so far, 1304|We did not see each other, 1304|As the days were many, 1304|When you and I were few. 1304|Now that you and I are parted, 1304|When you and I are part, 1304|The stars will be few, in the sky, 1304|When you and I are far. 1304|SO be it then, and be 1304|Heaven most gracious to you, 1304|That when you are gone from me 1304|I may never be lonely; 1304|And love you still as well, 1304|Though you be very far. 1304|I SAW a barefoot maiden 1304|Carrying a cart-wheel in her cheek; 1304|And she looked all sad and frightened, 1304|As down by the river's brink she tripped. 1304|But soon she grew merry and cheerful 1304|As the morning-glories in the grass, 1304|And said, "I will be a maid again 1304|When I have finished school." 1304|I saw a mother frowning 1304|When her child asleep by her was pressed, 1304|And he began to cry, "Ah! why 1304|Should I cry at night?" 1304|I saw a mother frowning, 1304|When her babe she gently touched; 1304|And now that I look in her eyes 1304|They are all stilled and sadly sad. 1304|I saw a mother weeping 1304|When she took the child to bed, 1304|And the child sleeps soundly yet, 1304|For she felt it not at first. 1304|I saw a father standing 1304|In the doorway of his house, where he 1304|Was walking down the street alone-- 1304|His tears fell on the pavement. 1304|When he reached the house his arms were folded, 1304|'Twas the poor woman's parting word. 1304|WHEN I was in my boyhood days, 1304|Came to live with me, 1304|Where the silver streams and flowers grew, ======================================== SAMPLE 5540 ======================================== 1030|Here are the dreary wintry nights 1030|When you are sorely wanted here; 1030|Come, and take a last rest here, 1030|And then to your new home go, 1030|There you'll not be neglected when you 1030|Are far away from us. 1030|'I'd give you a golden bowl to dine, 1030|My little wife, in, with our new bedstead.' (11) 1030|Here they build a table 1030|In which the little one may eat, 1030|With bread and water. 1030|Here's a garden of wild herbs, 1030|Pray you, by evening, to wander in 1030|And have some garden-treats, 1030|The little ones eat no bread, 1030|But wild, unpolluted meat; 1030|When they have eaten, 1030|That is the last word we shall say. 1030|With what delight we shall watch the sun 1030|Go down to his sunset flight, 1030|Ere yet our dinner is made; 1030|And, if our bedstead be hard, 1030|Pray God that he let us sleep well enough! 1030|Now with what emotion we'll look back, 1030|Now so late, and long-sighted grow, 1030|And now see those first days of our lives, 1030|Then all things bright and sweet! 1030|I shall love this bed well; 1030|With these soft pillows here I will couch, 1030|And my book next me you'll see; 1030|You can read, 1030|And play there and dream. 1030|A small fire to eat my repast in, 1030|And thus out of the cold I'll sleep; 1030|And when the stars begin 1030|To laugh, I'll betake me home. 1030|When the morning's dew 1030|Lights our eyelids with hope as it rises, 1030|And we see through the mists as they fly, 1030|No cause for weeping, no wish for crying; 1030|When the nightingale now sings her last 1030|To the lark which now goes aloft for light, 1030|And those to the clouds which now go down 1030|For a light from the sun at even, 1030|When the star of the morning 1030|Shines o'er us, I to you will pray; 1030|How we loved these flowers! how we loved these larks 1030|Now they are in the grave: 1030|And when life's night is past, 1030|I'll sleep so 1030|That I fear not, 1030|Till the angels shall come and sing. 1030|'The King shall come home with his train.' 1030|(Baron and Margrave de Gaultroad.) 1030|King Edward's army is in the Highlands 1030|And his troops are in the Highlands 1030|And his colours are the Green and gold, 1030|And he rides on the crest of the mountains thick, 1030|(With the crest of the mountains). 1030|With the Scottish flag to the battle-field. 1030|(With the crest of the mountains.) 1030|A King who is returning, 1030|Come hither ye sons of the Highlands, 1030|And gather round a banner 1030|To wreathe and surround it 1030|'The King is returning!' 1030|(With the crest of the mountains.) 1030|To us they are returning, 1030|Our children, the sons of the Highlands, 1030|When they see the proud invaders 1030|Who have burned our cities in vain; 1030|Till they see the King at last 1030|A guest at our feast, 1030|(With the crest of the mountains.) 1030|They are coming from beyond the seas, 1030|(With the ocean swelling!) 1030|And they are armed, O my sons of the Highlands, 1030|For they come from both the oceans 1030|With battle and with storm. 1030|(With the sea raised in the heaven.) 1030|We will fight! We will fight! 1030|And the waves will heave their bubbles 1030|For the cause of the green and gold, 1030|Against the foes ======================================== SAMPLE 5550 ======================================== 34298|"That none may know, that none doth wot," 34298|He told her, as they parted there; 34298|And with an air as bland, as kind, 34298|As when a child he meets with glee 34298|At some old story how it went, 34298|Brought her the flower, the thought divine; 34298|And as it bloom'd on memory's spray, 34298|All that the fairy was and is 34298|Breathed through Love's sweet language; 34298|As the wind breathes through the pines, 34298|The breath of Love breathes through Love. 34298|The maiden, looking in his face, 34298|Beholds its majesty sublime, 34298|Eloquent and silent, with an air, 34298|That haunts and awakens; 34298|As when he spoke to her, ere her soul 34298|Had left its heaven on angel's wing; 34298|And with an angel's voice--in awe 34298|The maiden heard it near, and near, 34298|Around her soul; and all her soul 34298|Heark'ning, saw a presence near, 34298|Dweller on the starry brink; 34298|And a bright hand was nigh;--and forth 34298|She drew the leaf; and, through the bond 34298|That clung the three, stole, with soul serene, 34298|The thought upon the hand's long touch; 34298|As one who leaves the shore 34298|Of lonely sea-moss'd cliffs. 34298|Her breath's low touch recalls 34298|A spirit-flavour more 34298|Than on wild ocean thine 34298|Sweeter wild gales bring down. 34298|Now that the moon-white bark is furled, 34298|Now that the mast grows level with the sky, 34298|Now that the prow and mast at last 34298|Shall only rank as objects of surprise, 34298|What mean its strange changes--hast not found a spell 34298|To mark its flight and change that course?-- 34298|Is it a cloud? Or are they two; 34298|Or are they two, that from the cliffs soar? 34298|One, that white to green 34298|Glides, the other, dim, 34298|Floats on with the moon-beam; 34298|One is like the waves, one floats the storm? 34298|Are they the same I see at close of day? 34298|Or are the waters and clouds the same; 34298|Or, as when night is young, 34298|One moonbeam in the sky 34298|Glitters, like one star through all the sky? 34298|Oft as we watch the river rise 34298|And see the mountain-cliff jolt 34298|Its black brow through the rush and roar, 34298|Oft through the valley far we hear 34298|A low, half-whispered call, 34298|The water-thunder, a mad plunge, 34298|The dive and the plunge; 34298|The call of a youth, and then 34298|The youth is dead; 34298|Then rushes from the water fast 34298|A maiden maiden,--and she kneels 34298|In prayer before the dead. 34298|I saw the old man at the door, 34298|And heard, I ween, the aged voice, 34298|"O young and fair!-- 34298|"Thou hast run forth unto our hearth 34298|With the sunlit hair; 34298|They found thee drowned in the river-mist; 34298|The river-mist of youth, 34298|The river-mist thou hast wept o'er, 34298|And bidden a funeral-prayer. 34298|O, young and fair!-- 34298|"The waters of the mystic river 34298|Are ever fair to see; 34298|No stream of sorrow, nor of woe, 34298|But is dear to youth; 34298|In the stream of Life thy soul is, 34298|As bright as the flower-flower-bloom 34298|That wanders in the bower. 34298|"Wealth and youth and love, and fame, 34298|Are thine to share;-- 34298 ======================================== SAMPLE 5560 ======================================== 2130|He should be proud if he would--would he?-- 2130|He'll have the proudest name in all the town, 2130|And he'll be knight of a king, or worse."-- 2130|"I tell you, you shall go up to the king 2130|And tell him that I'm here and to leave you no more." 2130|"Obey my son! my only son!" 2130|"I'm no an old man or wise man, 2130|But I am tired of wars and quarrels. 2130|The years have swept me over 2130|Where my son would serve the crown, 2130|There's one right way and one wrong path 2130|For an old man to travel. 2130|I'm weary of a war and strife, 2130|And I want a quiet mind, 2130|And a man who'll stand by me, 2130|To the end and ever-- 2130|I think I'll do my best to please 2130|The king and queen; but the queen 2130|Must have a woman to do her bidding!" 2130|"I cannot hear your tale of wrong, 2130|Your boast of honour is vain; 2130|And, if you could, your tale of wrong 2130|Were a tale for kings to hear. 2130|You'd say your son was guilty 2130|On your son's father's head, 2130|And you'd curse him till you cried 2130|To your mother out of bed. 2130|You'll curse him till your eyes are dim, 2130|And you'll curse him till you die. 2130|And you, a traitor to your blood, 2130|Shall go screaming for your king 2130|To the end and ever!" 2130|So they both got up, and they went down 2130|Into the dark and dreary sea-faring tribe. 2130|Gaunt and hardy was the little knave; 2130|His hair was yellow, and his skin was fine; 2130|But his heart was as black as the mast 2130|In the winds of the southern wild. 2130|A black-browed pirate, bold in the chase, 2130|He carried in his girdle of scarlet dye: 2130|He was a bally battle-lord in sail and on shore, 2130|The king of the galleys was he called. 2130|He held a thousand men, that armed held the shore, 2130|And they marched for the realm of the Merms and Dew. 2130|And three thousand were our pirates of the main, 2130|But the king of the sea-faring tribe 2130|Had forty thousand men in his navy charged; 2130|And they march'd for the empire of the sea, 2130|Where the world lies like a diamond in the sea, 2130|Where the stars run, and the sea-birds sing. 2130|They are marching for their race of man, 2130|And they never will put their treasure down: 2130|'Tis the law of the sea-way that was their trade; 2130|And when in the last dash of the breakers they fall, 2130|The treasure-treksmen, like a thriftless throng, 2130|Go scouring about with the storm and the blast 2130|For the sake of the treasure they never have got. 2130|There are wretches with wealth in their breast, 2130|Who have never known it: 2130|The little that is left of all their gold 2130|Goes to fill up the coffers of kings and queens, 2130|Who will never take it to their bosoms warm 2130|Where no treasure is laid. 2130|Ah! little they think what treasures are hid 2130|In caverns under earth: 2130|The joy of them to gather they'll never bring, 2130|In their graves they'll never sleep! 2130|And they who have nothing to lay their head on, 2130|Their treasure know not whence. 2130|Then let them pack up their hoard, and there's an end 2130|Of their treasure and their pride! 2130|And it's mine to bring up the cattle, and keep 'em there, 2130|And to keep the cattle now while I sing, 2130|And I'm a-weary of the great ======================================== SAMPLE 5570 ======================================== 16376|In the very room next day she came. 16376|Her mother came too, and asked, 16376|To see her child, but in vain. 16376|But the child had passed her door; 16376|In the window, that is near, 16376|She sat at a window-seat, 16376|And, to and fro, was listening, 16376|For I heard my mother's step, 16376|And her voice, like a bird on high, 16376|Mournfully coming again. 16376|And the window-blind did make 16376|A veil about her eye, 16376|And the window pane 16376|Seemed to hang down over her, 16376|As though it were a spirit of dark. 16376|And I said, "The day is done, 16376|Look from the window-seat. 16376|You shall look, as of old, 16376|From the beautiful window-seat." 16376|And the day was pleasant to me. 16376|As if a child, I knew not how, 16376|I played with the pictures fair. 16376|I sat, I think, in her chair. 16376|I had to go to her room, 16376|Where, instead of sunshine and shower, 16376|Came the little wind of her skirt. 16376|And there she sat with her legs wide 16376|Solemnly folded in a chair; 16376|And her eyes were full of sleep; 16376|And I kissed her pretty mouth. 16376|And I held her, and kissed her eyes, 16376|Her mouth that was sweet with smiles; 16376|And I said, "I love you, Mary!" 16376|But I dared not say it high, 16376|For the people thought I was mad. 16376|And I went alone to her room, 16376|For, with my mother's help, 16376|I could not say "Take care!" 16376|And the day was pleasant to me. 16376|The sky was a-bloom in the meadow, 16376|And the cows to the feeder were. 16376|The birds sang clear and long, 16376|The earth was green and soft, 16376|And the air was a sweet supply 16376|Of fresh fragrance to breathe in. 16376|O'er the water that waved so thin, 16376|With all a-thunder from the shore, 16376|They came with quiet tread, 16376|To the shore of the briny sea 16376|Where the ogling billows lie. 16376|"She is here, we know, we know!" 16376|They sang together in glee. 16376|The sun came up in the east: 16376|The brine came loud and strong, 16376|And the sea-birds dipped and fled: 16376|They called to each to come, 16376|To the land of the lone one gone, 16376|For the sea was up and the lone one gone. 16376|They came with the sun to greet her, 16376|And the sea and the sky above her, 16376|And the night her lone body did fill 16376|With the peace she longed for, wanted year by year, 16376|Till she came of a tender mother 16376|Of a shining body and sweet face, 16376|An air of grace, of beauty and heaven. 16376|And they gave her food of sea-nut, 16376|Of palm-tree flax, of every kind, 16376|Of spikenard, an herb most rare, 16376|And she gave them all to her children. 16376|And their hearts with gladness did yearn, 16376|Till the water had passed away, 16376|And the sea arose above them. 16376|And never again, in all the years 16376|Will they look or listen on the high and husht sea 16376|Save when the morning waters are singing a tune 16376|To their sun-filled home by the hillside pools 16376|At noon, when the sun-flowers are out on the lawn, 16376|Or when the salt tides make their blue bridges bright 16376|By the salt fountains in the heights of the sky, 16376|And when the winds have sung their last song and go 16376|All soft ======================================== SAMPLE 5580 ======================================== 1287|My joys are all so bright, 1287|That none would choose the good from evil; 1287|No, not the man from woman, 1287|And the heart from the brain. 1287|What, alas! so good for me, 1287|As to neglect my duty, 1287|That I see not the good in thee, 1287|And the fair in my love? 1287|Yet is the world so full of wonder! 1287|Oh, for such a goodly bliss, 1287|It would be a blessed sight, if 1287|No evil had ever entered. 1287|Now, now, before the altar, 1287|The altar, the altars, 1287|My heart is all ablaze as ever, 1287|And life itself it would seem. 1287|How could I do more, dear! 1287|How, in that midst, do more? 1287|Let me hear thy voice,--dear one, 1287|'Tis no more strange to me 1287|Than ever in life's strange day 1287|Thou'lt have thyself for all in life 1287|An open door, a door of grace! 1287|Thousandfold more I owe 1287|To the love thou pourrest thee; 1287|I'm doubly worthy of thy love, 1287|That love I can show still the more. 1287|I'll leave thy door, dear one! 1287|How grateful all my life 1287|To-day, if it may be! 1287|I shall leave thine open door, 1287|I shall stay no longer. 1287|I will leave the altar; 1287|Be all thy will. 1287|The altar is thy right, 1287|I have no right to bar it. 1287|If I had a choice, 1287|With what heart-sorrow 1287|Should my grief be stored, 1287|My heart and soul 1287|Should be stored in love! 1287|Love without love, love without love, 1287|Love without love I never again, 1287|I, who had once a perfect passion, 1287|Who could love and yet not love in vain 1287|Would my heart's soul have never in store 1287|To my last life, no, never more. 1287|No, my love is not, nor was, 1287|Such a one in life, in art, or thought, 1287|Not yet enough, not worthy ever 1287|So much to my heart to be given. 1287|If my heart could be, so loved by thee, 1287|That it could mine own heart love like thee, 1287|I know not how it would, indeed; 1287|Love should be so enraptured in me 1287|As only this I feel for thee, 1287|My own heart, and not the poet's. 1287|If my life's love could be made so bright 1287|That it could mine own heart love like bright, 1287|I should think, I should love it so much, 1287|That, should death come, to end, I should die. 1287|So my heart is sad, my life is loth; 1287|And I feel my heart in heaven above, 1287|Where I sit, with a bright new soul on high, 1287|For its own heaven so near. 1287|And thou comest to me with thy sweet love-lorn 1287|And thou sayest: "Love no more!" 1287|Thy love is now so full, so full of blissful pleasure,-- 1287|Of love it's already nought! 1287|But there's the door of the altar; 1287|There's the door to the world of light and music,-- 1287|I would to God within the gate 1287|There would ever be, for I'd die, were I happy! 1287|Oh the love to the maiden 1287|Who walks by the way of pleasure; 1287|Who all day long and sings, 1287|And the evening's cloud-rack has broken, 1287|And there's a wind is blowing, 1287|The wind, with sudden blast, 1287|Drives the sun's gold orb far away! 1287|Her face with joy is glistening, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 5590 ======================================== 1279|He spied a rascal, lounging by the burn, 1279|To Scott's "Hickgy," an unprintable piece; 1279|Which, much to Joe's displeasure, he did mutter, 1279|Who scarce knew what that song said: 1279|Tho' Joe, like others, found the rhyme too lame 1279|To name his own. 1279|Away flew Joe (tho' not a jot a shot) 1279|To write some lyrics, much to people's fancy; 1279|Which, tho' they seem a little trifle lame, 1279|They will at least out-do Shakspere's "Gusts," 1279|Or Dryden's "Epilogue," 1279|In memorie for others, whom they'll name. 1279|Joe, however, still was thought not quite so wicked; 1279|He took (by hearsay) a rag-time tune and sang it; 1279|And, although 'twas not in prose nor could it be printed, 1279|It 'most set Mary-land a-going to bawdry. 1279|Tho' bad luck had sent her many a head-hunter, 1279|She kept her wig on point in "The Bo and Wil," 1279|And, if that 'thwart her will, 1279|She swore the strain would make her remember it; 1279|Which made poor Joe, to put it charmes, quits, 1279|And gave poor Joe, to drop his pen, 1279|A few hard-up rainy days. 1279|Sylvester's "Lark-song" and the like were thought good: 1279|They proved no good at all; 1279|But bad luck brought them about 1279|That, bad luck or not, they were a-successors; 1279|And, with their good-breeding, 1279|Did keep them evergreen. 1279|But ill-luck did the while spoil their good spirit, 1279|That, spite of all she said or did, 1279|They never could get out of 't, 1279|For from the first they kept (as Mary said), 1279|As well as they could steer, 1279|And, always in the same predicament, 1279|Would always keep their wicked ways. 1279|And thus, thro' many a changing scene, 1279|They saw in life's first sunny morn 1279|A wife, whose dark, unclouded eye 1279|(Like some wild, majestic sea) 1279|Yet dazzled sightless eye. 1279|When other eyes seem bright and bright adored, 1279|Or fair, as in the midst they rise. 1279|But every glance with shuddering fright 1279|Has dread of that cold, cold stare. 1279|If any look like that can shine, 1279|'Tis Shelley's Shelley--and this eye 1279|Hath seen that ghost of form and hue! 1279|I know--the sight is near--a ghost, I swear, 1279|Of Shelley's self I've seen: 1279|A spectral form, all formless and gray-- 1279|All formless and gray indeed! 1279|Now, when I think on things divine, 1279|And things divinely fair, 1279|I think upon my mother earth, 1279|To the sweet world surrendering 1279|Her children's best, her flowers and trees; 1279|And yet, alas! there lies her play 1279|A thousand fierceness on my mind! 1279|The winds begin to blow--O no, 1279|While I am at my full, 1279|I cannot sleep till breezes blow-- 1279|How cheerless and how wild! 1279|If spirits of the airy race 1279|Dwell not within my sphere, 1279|Yet in my heart, I'm happy quite 1279|In so much happiness; 1279|But how quickly this would befall, 1279|If spirits of the windy kind! 1279|Dwell not within mine eye, 1279|But in my heart, I'm happy quite 1279|In so much happiness! 1279|The summer sunbeams, as they stray, 1279|Upon a distant height, 1279|Oft hear the pensive winds declare ======================================== SAMPLE 5600 ======================================== 7122|The man he was. He had so much love--he 7122|(More than half) was a good-natured fellow. 7122|He was full of a tender nature, 7122|But that God had made him such a good! 7122|He was a kind of a wild kid, too. 7122|As you are in possession of the most 7122|Of a kind of fond, tender nature, 7122|You will have an object of affection 7122|To the most. You will know what a sweet 7122|And good human creature he was. 7122|How often, over his busy hours, 7122|He had played and been very merry 7122|With many a young and very pretty 7122|Girl. And he played as he would play, 7122|At having "them" two hearts inside. 7122|When they got two hearts inside, it really 7122|Was a delight! But now he had none. 7122|But when they had played their "care" the "round" 7122|He chose, and all the "fun" that he 7122|Would have played with his two other "ends" 7122|Was--two two hearts inside. The first 7122|He played his "toad" upon it, and "got" 7122|And played a love-euchre on a bead, 7122|Then played "a deil" on a duck, to see 7122|If he could have 'coom' with his "first"; 7122|And then he played a "deil" upon the "kink"; 7122|Then, when he found his "hoss" was "all at heel," 7122|He broke his "hoss," though he did not care, 7122|And "coom" back once more, "toad" no more. 7122|For while he was this way "coom'ing back," 7122|He had seen the "sweet" that was being played 7122|By the "hoss;" and the "huss" was on the 7122|Bead, and at his feet the "moults" were being 7122|In all their fullness. He, therefore, went 7122|Back down the "barn" after hearing, 7122|When a great cry of "holloa" rangs-- 7122|"O, no, dears, no, dears, not so fast!" 7122|And he took the train into Berkeley! 7122|'Twas "Mad Dog" Miller, who never 7122|Might do a "deew" for any man! 7122|For he had never a friend in life, 7122|And he had not a wife at home. 7122|He was but one poor old blind brother's child, 7122|And the "huss" had been his "deew" too. 7122|His "moults" were in hell, and his "kink's" broke 7122|His heart--and so he played the "toad" again 7122|And was now, to his grief, caught up, 7122|'Way down near where "Mad Dog" Miller was! 7122|'Twas not from his "coombs" or his "toad." 7122|'Twas "Bad Bill" Miller, so true an old! 7122|He had some "faults," and his way of "doing" 7122|Was, like his "deew," a most "horrid game"! 7122|His "bad boy" ways were rather rude 7122|And his "dew" was so very low. 7122|He had "ducks" in all his pastime 7122|And his "moults" had been in hell, 7122|And he found to his horror and grief 7122|That he knew what was in his "bad boy" blood, 7122|That his "moult" was all "moulted duck." 7122|So, then, he was cast forth from the fold, 7122|And, having gained his way on to the road, 7122|To be "coombs" was his only proper name! 7122|Now, as you have doubtless bein' well guessin' 7122|That I have "faults" I will say as to "husses," 7122|But, then, I'll just as well "buck up" my hatins!" ======================================== SAMPLE 5610 ======================================== 29378|Who was going to sing a song, 29378|Was going to sing a song. 29378|And we all thought he'd never sing 29378|A song, but he could sing one line. 29378|And we all wished he would be 29378|As good as ever he could be; 29378|And we all thought it could not be 29378|That a smart little chap should go 29378|And sing a song, but he could sing one line. 29378|And we turned him into ash, 29378|And threw him out of the window. 29378|And we ran up the hill 29378|So fast we could not tell 29378|If it was fire, if it was flood, 29378|Either flood, or fire, or fire. 29378|And that's the way the people say 29378|The fun we had while we were all away. 29378|How many seasons will have passed, 29378|Since the day that I first saw thee? 29378|Four, I've counted them both from 29378|The beginning, four, four, 29378|Before thy time and mine 29378|In the land of shadows and snow 29378|And the lovely eyes of June. 29378|But six, six, six, nine, ten, 29378|And I see them all at last, 29378|Yonder the blue and there the white, 29378|And the roses wide and high. 29378|Three times as many mornings and nights 29378|As I've danced about thy bed 29378|I have kissed and thronged about thy gate 29378|But never found thy ken. 29378|How many days, oh thou bright arch, 29378|And how many tears, oh night and day! 29378|Until I find thy shrine. 29378|But I have gathered many beads, and a crown 29378|And a charm around thy head 29378|That tells when thy mother holds thee fast 29378|That she is happy, too. 29378|No man is mad or frighted when thou art near; 29378|No bird fears in the sky; 29378|And thou wilt feel in thine heart the love of thy son. 29378|For thy son, the love of old, 29378|And thy son's love, come true; 29378|Thou giv'st each one his full heart, 29378|His full soul, his full trust. 29378|So be thou seen about the town, when no one's waiting, 29378|And the weary soul entreats thee not with tears alone; 29378|But he'll kiss thy beautiful head, and smile upon thy face. 29378|When thy heart is weary, then, 29378|Abandon not the will; 29378|For thou shalt have thy will that ever, for ever, 29378|Thou shalt smile and laugh, O mother! when thou'rt sad. 29378|And I will give for every heart's desire 29378|The one of us that heeded; 29378|And never a day the will that I pursue, 29378|But I live and long for thee, 29378|And live that I may smile, o mother, in the air. 29378|And I'll live in the sweetest of the May, 29378|And the world shall be 29378|A day of gladness for us, and the sun's bright ray 29378|Come down like a blessing on us! 29378|And all the flowers and all the trees of the field, 29378|Shall sing and dance as they had done, 29378|And all the angels in heaven shall come and stand 29378|Between us, with that glory in their bright white dress, 29378|And sing to us a song for love of our new home. 29378|And all the birds and all the beasts and the fish 29378|Shall sing and dance in the sea; 29378|So shall the man ever and only be glad, 29378|That came from that land, 29378|Whence he and the maid, 29378|Have been separated, a single life and the joy of his 29378|And the maid, our child, 29378|Has gone again to him, to live for him, 29378|And sing and sing, 29378|And never shall want come upon us, brother, 29378|While thou and thou shalt live, as ever they may, ======================================== SAMPLE 5620 ======================================== 2619|She was only a maiden once; 2619|But the years are many, 2619|And there are others so near-- 2619|But I must go. 2619|Sister Flora, at the fall of day, 2619|When the wood sings for the first time, 2619|When the forest begins to bown, 2619|And the robin redbreasts and thrushes, 2619|That for song are of greatest use, 2619|Stoop to me, my sister, and please 2619|To sit in a little bower, 2619|While to violet and daffodil 2619|The redbreast plays his annual round; 2619|For the birds of all the woods rejoice-- 2619|Who are these that sing so merrily? 2619|Why, when spring comes in her splendour, 2619|Why, in the forest, she is with him! 2619|The redbreasts sing when her presence cheers; 2619|Why, though the woods have ears of oak, 2619|Why, though the world has corn, why, they, 2619|With a song of their own, that fly 2619|Down to the hills, and are not sad, 2619|Hear her song in her own green bower, 2619|And sing it every morn of the year. 2619|With her fragrant robe of ivy green 2619|She comes, and blushing sally-wise, 2619|Till she shakes the green leaves from the spray: 2619|Now, how fair she flows from her place! 2619|With the sun she walks in the sky, 2619|To the meadow-plains her robes of blue 2619|She flings by many a sunny shower, 2619|And in her fair garments passes by 2619|The thrush and robin and unco cats, 2619|That for music make merry the land; 2619|With the bees they murmur and hum 2619|Of things that in spring they behold: 2619|Like unto her they murmur and hum, 2619|And laugh beneath the green leaves' breath: 2619|Fair Virgil, to thee that did entreat, 2619|Thou whom the woods would gladly entertain, 2619|If with a voice that they might obey; 2619|As with a voice that birds might softly heave. 2619|Then with a voice that men might understand 2619|That all things might be made bright and glad, 2619|Though low in love, yet high in honour know. 2619|All that thou seest is my genius, 2619|All that I do is my perfection. 2619|When thy beauty was not made to stand 2619|In the least degree the servile type, 2619|The fairest flower that ever did appear, 2619|Thine was as sweet as any flower that blows, 2619|And brighter than the fairest colour can. 2619|When it was made to be the fit emblem 2619|Of thy perfections and successes, 2619|It was as perfect or fair as thou, 2619|And more perfect yet as perfect could be. 2619|When its colours were arranged and spread, 2619|To commemorate and honour thee, 2619|There was not one circumstance to warn 2619|The eye from wandering beyond thy side: 2619|There was not one thing to turn the flow 2619|Of those soft caresses to lament, 2619|And tell how many, and all unblest 2619|By this sweet one were blest by none so well. 2619|Then what care I? whatever care I! 2619|Thou art as fair as fair may be; 2619|I go my ways, a poet and a lover, 2619|In thy bright company to roam. 2619|When thy sweet notes the wind do swell, 2619|And a thousand flowers do come, 2619|And they all bow to thee with grace, 2619|There is music in thy lays. 2619|When thy charms are all express'd, 2619|And I, to hear them thought, 2619|Have more music in my throat 2619|Than when winds breathe on hill and brake; 2619|When I think in those strong tones 2619|That thy voice is more than speech, 2619|And my very heart-strings break, 2619 ======================================== SAMPLE 5630 ======================================== 615|And, as I had not yet the strength, she said; 615|"No, by their father's honour, not I speak, 615|But this for faith, that never lady fair 615|Will ever wish to woo in such a guise, 615|Whose looks are fair and smiles are varied bright 615|As those that charm my lady's heart and face." 615|"O cruel heart," the piteous lady cried, 615|Who felt how love, with hope of gain, would fain 615|Be carried from the man that loved her sore, 615|And lost her by an evil phantom's snare. 615|"But this I long, in such a cause to aid, 615|As may my honour merit a reward: 615|That she be slain, who did me this in vain, 615|My true belief, in which I first implore, 615|To save our people from the tyrant's scorn, 615|Who would not let our king, his realm to gain, 615|Sustain a warlike monarch's power and sway; 615|And yet, had he been known to view, before 615|This deed was done, of greater men than me, 615|(Though not his lover, but his knight) had told 615|The story of my danger, in my need: 615|"I will not tell him the event, nor he 615|Nor any of the rest, who did him ill. 615|This I desire, while he and all my train 615|By him shall perish, since no hope shall be 615|But that the prying ear may see her slain. 615|"But that, with thee, for ever, in our cause, 615|I can perform the duty which I owe 615|To that dear, lovely dame by whom is hers 615|This help and refuge; thou, who, with me, might 615|Have slain the duke, or with my body borne 615|Some ransom hither, to him who was slain 615|By thy beloved son, as well as I, 615|Whose death thou wilt to him accomplish, I. 615|"Thou, so in time past, wert of my bed the bride 615|To him, who in my life is now forsworn; 615|And therefore in my sight, for that I fear 615|A cruel death, should he, in hostile spite, 615|In death and disgrace to France bereave, 615|What should I suffer, who him have lost, 615|In me deprived of both life and fame? 615|"If this do not please thee, to return 615|Thither, whither can it be for me 615|That I in all that world, in peace or war, 615|Should reign, to my regret, the duke more dear? 615|In this my state, or that I do not know; 615|That I, for him, shall never meet with aid, 615|From whence my first, the cause why from thee I 615|In so short space I have been here away; 615|"But that he is the cause what now I fear; 615|That he, since first he heard of me, has flown 615|From her, the one true love, his wedded wife, 615|Myself the only hope and comfort left; 615|Then to his fate my very soul revolted; 615|Henceforth to be a damsel had I pow'r, 615|For, as I deem, my brother I possess; 615|"By which alone I am at peace, and pray 615|That if I perish, so much happier lot, 615|As to have perished, so my death to pay 615|To my father's parents such a penalty, 615|As they who do their son such evil deal, 615|Determines to their hurt, when at a sign 615|I should for peace to my great father said: 615|"That I was lost, from which I should have no hope 615|Of returning, should I the tale be told, 615|Or I should perish by this hand of doom. 615|So little can I hope to live, if I 615|He smite, that I, with him, no more alive, 615|The world will to eternal ruin reel. 615|"Yet, in his love, a faulchion, which of old, 615|From Scythia bore the Greek King Ida's foe, 615|In that sad hour, which took my only love, 615|I bear from him; and ( ======================================== SAMPLE 5640 ======================================== 17393|You might just as well say it was a mistake; 17393|That's how the people felt--like me--twice or three. 17393|And so, when I returned to New York, you see, 17393|I was still there, to do my very best, 17393|Suffering ever, and in all things else 17393|Admitting fault. For you'll understand all 17393|This simply as I said, and why you should 17393|Have faith in me, or what you say you mean: 17393|I had but one mistress, of whom to you 17393|I have, as I have said, one still another, 17393|To go with and attend on, I believe 17393|As closely as I could, because so good, 17393|And that is Mrs. Emerson. We were wed, 17393|I think it was in Stonestown a month or two 17393|Before the first of those awful wars began; 17393|It wasn't that I had any one else, 17393|But just our business, I--what is it, now? 17393|I had the greatest trouble finding work. 17393|I was a lawyer. The idea came to me, 17393|That I could take it, if I used them both, 17393|And make one of them of me, and so put 17393|Myself in a position to enjoy 17393|My mistress, who was Mrs. Emerson. 17393|I took her back when I took hers up, 17393|And she said she didn't see much use in me, 17393|And that I was her own plaything now, and 17393|Was she. We married, and that was it; 17393|We had two daughters at the beginning-- 17393|Well, I can't prove anything--she was hers; 17393|But, God forgive me, I suppose I ought not 17393|To have to say anything, or perhaps 17393|I ought't to have said anything, or ought 17393|I ought't I ought't, the truth is I ought't, 17393|And oughtn't ought, and, now I have to speak, 17393|I speak the truth, all right, I'm a fellow 17393|Of good reputation, one of the oldest; 17393|In any line, as any editor, or man; 17393|For I was a writer then; now I am all over, 17393|And I cannot sit here like a drunkard. 17393|If the poor dear Miss Smith could know it, and keep out 17393|Of all this, and let her temper run like wine, 17393|It would be much for the weak-hearted things 17393|I've now to say there, or have done, or are done, 17393|And put the onus on another for--this; 17393|If she had been wiser, I was wiser still. 17393|Now, my two daughters are gone with you, 17393|And my only son is with you twelve-- 17393|You will always have something to console you 17393|And keep you from a wrathful, jealous girl. 17393|And the old master's gone; but this you know, 17393|And you read my letter--there's more to it. 17393|It doesn't matter if I'm a fool or not. 17393|I'll give you the same satisfaction I gave you 17393|When the girl, the last of you--had gone with me-- 17393|If I could have stayed and heard this son of mine, 17393|And not been made the go-between father and son, 17393|I should have believed from the first, and prayed 17393|I'd give myself up to the man, and die 17393|And be saved, while the rest were a child at play, 17393|And all at one blow, and while my old mistress died. 17393|And the old mistress was the lady I love, 17393|And a friend of my family, and not a one 17393|Of them that is to get the worst for him here; 17393|And a friend of theirs, and he that lived up there, 17393|He would have left the house and taken to his mistress, 17393|Had I not been the more determined, I think, 17393|To give myself up completely to her touch, 17393|And, while I could stand it, would ======================================== SAMPLE 5650 ======================================== 14757|Walking the quiet, unpretending, 14757|Hearing nothing but the wind and the ocean 14757|Over the smooth, blue ground. He stands erect. 14757|A white face through the gloom is looking. 14757|All day long, till dusk, I have made 14757|This small world out of darkness. 14757|Now, after the rain. 14757|This is another of his drawings. 14757|On the hillside, looking east, 14757|The wind goes howling; and, as it goes, 14757|My spirit goes with it; and I fall 14757|Out of my depth and lie and gaze 14757|Westward, and then, with a start, 14757|I know where my feet are going. 14757|And then, not a step more, 14757|Nor far-off sound, as if 14757|Some far-off tumult rose, 14757|But only the wind and snow 14757|And drifting mist that close and fast 14757|Creeping and close about me come. 14757|Westward, and then, with a start, 14757|I know where my feet are going. 14757|I have followed but a flame, my flame, 14757|And now, when I retire, I hear 14757|Only the wind and snow.... 14757|_From a painting by_ M.L. HALE TRUART 14757|There is no sound save from the lapping of the road, 14757|And ever as it rolls my heart grows sadder. 14757|Look from the window at the snow, white and deep, 14757|Making the crooked lane into a grave. 14757|Look from the guttering chimney at the street, 14757|Glimmering in whitewashed, worn faces, ghastly white; 14757|And see me there by the broken firelight, 14757|Watching a faded boy come trudging up the lane. 14757|Pale, weary, trudging on, 14757|His thin brown arms akimbo, 14757|Tattered, torn, and shrivelled like 14757|A mourner's in his grief, 14757|His face in a sorry fit,-- 14757|A stranger in the town, 14757|Lost in a squalid street, 14757|Poor, old, and dreary. 14757|O, if you could only go 14757|Away from here and find 14757|A home where joy might be, 14757|Where sorrow might be banished, 14757|Where suffering might be bruised,-- 14757|Ah, then, perhaps, you might 14757|Go far when there, and find 14757|A better home, a better God, 14757|A better world. 14757|A little house at ease, 14757|Where I might sit and brush my teeth, 14757|And cool my fingers in the tub, 14757|And watch the water flow,-- 14757|And never think of home 14757|Except to fret my hair 14757|--This was my life! 14757|As for me, I could forget 14757|Hearing the storm-talk in the street, 14757|Or seeing the mail-crunched man 14757|Who creaks and laments his fate. 14757|I would not think of home 14757|Save in a glass, and only there 14757|At noon, through peevish weeds, 14757|I watch the brook that gurgles by, 14757|--This was my home! 14757|When I am grown to man's estate, 14757|I shall be happy and forget 14757|Hearing the storm-talk in the street, 14757|Or seeing the mail-crunched man 14757|Who creaks and laments his fate. 14757|I shall be happy and forget 14757|Hearing the mail-crunched man 14757|Quit in the hopeless despair 14757|(Stern and short, poor brute) of his wife 14757|(A woman with two lives to feed). 14757|I shall be happy and forget 14757|Hearing the mail-crunched man 14757|Keep changing his lament 14757|About the life he leads, 14757|Living as he can't for money die. 14757|He'll miss his wife, miss his ======================================== SAMPLE 5660 ======================================== 1211|And as some little lisping child, 1211|Doth call her mother's name, 1211|Then call her own; 1211|So I, with youthful hope and pride, 1211|My own beloved lady call 1211|To hear what names she pleases please. 1211|For by the voice of her I live, 1211|And die, though dead to me. 1211|Go, lovely Rose, and when thou drivest 1211|In the meads, a thorn to give 1211|For the poor man that's a lord, 1211|Or the slave that's an ass; 1211|Tell him, thou wilt go further 1211|If he will sell his heart and tell it 1211|And sell his hair and tell it. 1211|As the poor man that's a loon 1211|Sow ye shall sow his seed, 1211|And the rich man that's rich will reap 1211|What ye sow him. 1211|Ask me no questions, come what may, 1211|But leave that to Me; for I'm blind 1211|And deaf to Heaven's great plans. 1211|Ask Me no more then what thou wilt, 1211|For I'm blind to Heaven's great plights. 1211|Go, lovely Rose, and when thou drivest 1211|In the meads a thorn to give 1211|For the poor; for thou wilt go further 1211|Therefor; and tell him, ere thou go'st, 1211|Tell him, then, thou wilt go further. 1211|The best thing in the world for me 1211|Is the secret of thy face; 1211|If thou but knew how sweet and fair it is, 1211|And wilt only hide it, soon 1211|I'd make thee pay twice what thou spendest now 1211|To make thee only pay me once. 1211|And yet for all thee care hast thou, 1211|That I should know, and use it well, 1211|To make thy beauty, beauty mine own; 1211|And if I do, thou weep'st, sweet maid; 1211|And use woe; and weep I must, sweet maid. 1211|Sweet maid, by Heaven's love my guide, 1211|'Twas not in idle-making 1211|That won thee; but in pleasure; 1211|Which, at my hands' demand, I gave, 1211|'Twould have done no wrong to ask. 1211|This dainty hand, which now I press, 1211|To make thee happy do engage, 1211|It will be ever gentle; 1211|And it's thy choice, if thou'lt not wish, 1211|To be as gentle as I; 1211|And when at last I wish thee mine, 1211|Thou'lt find me, as thy master, kind. 1211|Then let some other corses graze 1211|At will; and soon thou'lt have these, 1211|For those, and some, sweet passions, I 1211|Will cherish, when thy bloom is past; 1211|And then, when it is fully green, 1211|I, that am put upon my bed, 1211|Will kneel to Love's eternal throne, 1211|The throne of sov'reign, love; 1211|And all on thee, dear virgin mine, 1211|Will pour their first, pure, fervent tear. 1211|The same strain I likely shed, 1211|O virgin! for the same. 1211|I have a wife, and, as his guest, 1211|The guest I will be for thee. 1211|The dearest of all passions, 1211|Sweet wife of my fond wish! 1211|By all that love or duty bound, 1211|Will I be thy true worshipper. 1211|Thou shalt for ever be 1211|In every thing that please thee. 1211|Thou shalt enjoy, and I for thee 1211|Will always take a part. 1211|Thou shalt for ever hear me 1211|In every thing I think I can't do; 1211|And I will sing thee, while I can, 1211|The strains, which I shall sing for thee. 1211|When my little boy is well, 1211 ======================================== SAMPLE 5670 ======================================== 17448|'Twas a little wench in black, 17448|'Tis a little lady, 17448|The child's mother, 17448|Cousin to a handsome young ruffian, 17448|That's called John, 17448|'Tis a little lad in brown, 17448|'Tis a little lad in brown, 17448|That's called Willie! 17448|'Twas upon a sweet May morning, 17448|As I took the air, 17448|I heard a voice cry, 17448|Oh, there they are, 17448|The soldiers in the street! 17448|We've been out all night, 17448|'Tis very strange, 17448|But now I do perceive, 17448|This night we've been out all night! 17448|There's no hope! 17448|The soldiers on the stairs! 17448|What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 17448|Ah, sir, to be rude 17448|I know. 17448|The soldiers on the stairs? 17448|Oh, no, 17448|My heart's enough with you yet! 17448|I love you so much, 17448|You can have no more, 17448|There, there, dear, here's the door! 17448|There you go! 17448|There's a great soldier-- 17448|What do I see? 17448|Oh, what is now? 17448|Well, what does he do? 17448|I see his wife, 17448|And a little black child, 17448|With white hair upon his head. 17448|Ah, no! 17448|His wife's only two-- 17448|Ah, he'll be done! 17448|I would I could wait! 17448|I have such sweet, such happy dreams, 17448|There's a lady one. 17448|There she lies down near the old wall, 17448|Her hat on her shoulder, 17448|She eats not, and sits alone 17448|And sings of a lover, 17448|And a lover one! 17448|What are lovers, do they ask of thee, 17448|Lord, how do they love thee? 17448|And he, who hath love for to know, 17448|Thinks of the lady's hat 17448|And the white hair that lies between, 17448|And the little black child! 17448|I can hear thy sweet and clear voice 17448|Whispering in mine ear, 17448|I can hear thy gentle smile, 17448|Tell me how do they fare? 17448|See how love has come to my hand, 17448|He hath walked therein and seen! 17448|And my heart is as one with a flame, 17448|And my spirit is as one! 17448|And he hath come to me with love, 17448|Saying, Oh come, love me, 17448|And I heard her whisper a song 17448|'_A kiss and a kiss in the Lord's name._' 17448|He hath kissed her lips and said aye, 17448|'_A kiss and a kiss in the Lord's name!_' 17448|'Love, I am thy little lover, 17448|And thou art his lady, 17448|I cannot give his heart away 17448|Ere I kiss her mouth to mouth; 17448|Nor I will leave his eyes alone, 17448|Ere I kiss his brow to braid.' 17448|'_And what did our little master do?_' 17448|'For he kissed the great, bold hand 17448|Of the lord of our castle, 17448|And he told unto the king my lover 17448|To kiss the great hands of his.' 17448|'_Then he went to the mountain and spake to him 17448|That all men might know, and his name was John._' 17448|He went to the mountain and spoke unto him, 17448|'_I can never give my heart away 17448|Ere I kiss his sweet lips to-day; 17448|Nor I will leave his eyes alone, 17448|Ere I kiss his great brow to-yea!_' 17448|'_But that is not for thee, fair lady!_' 17448|'It is ======================================== SAMPLE 5680 ======================================== 615|A thousand leagues, and seven hundred more, 615|On other pretext to proceed. It fell 615|Ere nine moons brought a season unto them 615|Whate'er in all that time was heard or seen, 615|A hundred ships in motion, wherewith 615|Each in its turn displayed its battle-steed: 615|The furies were by those, with dreadful cry, 615|That in that war by sea and land were found. 615|Their names by others were to be revealed 615|To Charlemagne, at the Conquest next, where 615|Were placed, for his own people's sake, the twain; 615|Nor could he with his eyes behold one, 615|So many were both those evil fiends; nor can 615|He in his faith of good their guilt discern. 615|All know, that in the day when his brother fell, 615|-- In this full year, since first that monarch knew -- 615|The king was lost, he that ill-fated crew 615|From every distant part of earth had driven, 615|And sent to France and France to France, did ply, 615|As they had done before, the gallant crew: 615|Wherefore he deemed, if other people's king, 615|Some of his kinsmen to avenge their slain, 615|That they had lost as well; while to restore; 615|He deemed, 'twould break his heart; for that they were 615|Deprived of either crown; or only he, 615|And he a prisoner in a foreign clime. 615|The king was lost, and of those evil fates, 615|In that his kinsmen by his blood are left, 615|More to the wretched monarch's grief than he, 615|(In this far island taken by those fiends,) 615|-- But that, save he could find them, would to shame 615|And shame in other wise -- in that they perished 615|As he had known in the other parts of Spain. 615|He, with that many brethren was the peer 615|Of all which with him lived; and his peers are 615|That he the first with honour, with his sword, 615|Against the furies by the light of gold 615|Did in a rage, the first to strive with fiends. 615|He, in that battle, had not left his peers, 615|But gladly were amongst them were not dead, 615|Who of his kinsmen, having suffered so, 615|Were such as those that had the same our knight 615|To their dear children: nor, as well they knew, 615|That he would not, but still long was wroth; 615|And by his valiant brethren was possessed. 615|He is a man of such a noble face, 615|And martial deeds, that, as he to his bed 615|Sends terror, to his mother heaves the breast: 615|Who, as she pressed him, by compassion, cried, 615|"My child, my lord, and little one, with you 615|Is placed your life; and in the world the place 615|Is thine to take in warlike game." He went, 615|The infant to a mother's arms, and, she, 615|Reclined her cheek upon his head so wan 615|Of sorrow, that it made his bleeding eye 615|Sigh fire; while she that nursed him, in such guise, 615|Praying the Lord that peace to reconcile 615|And peace might reign, the infant to his bed, 615|With him did bury in the earth the two, 615|Who from their limbs, with all their strength of woe, 615|Were buried together in a grave unknown. 615|For he, that had that infant borne to rest, 615|Knew well what evil fate would lie behind; 615|Should bury him, and that be done, and this 615|A little life; but for those other twain 615|-- Him would not have -- whom his heart had brought 615|Till he had gathered them to one by his: 615|And they with him that night for sleep had fed, 615|And at the dawning were with many a host, 615|Which entered in the camp, from far and nigh, 615|To wait upon the King who would come down 615|And lay aside the holy garb he wore. 615|And, as with him were they guarded, he 615|With whom his brother could no longer play 615|The ======================================== SAMPLE 5690 ======================================== 16452|With her in the dark he cast the bow. 16452|But Jove beheld him ere he took his flight 16452|The shaft had pierced him through the shoulder-piece; 16452|The helmet closed over his eyes, and there 16452|He fell and died. Such was the death he sought, 16452|Such was Achilles' woe and toil. No help 16452|His woe; but, as he died, he spoke a word 16452|Pacing like the shape of Orion shining 16452|Amid the darkening clouds, and, flying, he fled. 16452|His spear, at the same instant, struck the shore 16452|And pierced the river with its point, the earth 16452|Shuddering, lopped all the gates of the gate-host 16452|That stood around. Then in Ulysses' arms 16452|Achilles bound him firm, and to the gates 16452|Press'd the whole host. Ulysses, now, the son 16452|Of Polybus, thus to Diomede he spake. 16452|Well I discern through all the ranks advanced 16452|What toil you have endured. In all their conduct 16452|Your own I count the chiefest share, by whom 16452|Most surely the Achaeans' peace have been secured. 16452|But this demand I ask, and pray the Gods 16452|Grant me to speak it, first by force, or by deceit. 16452|He said, and on his shoulder drew his own 16452|Sword intent, whom Hector next engaged. 16452|Then both kings drew swords, and, like the winds, the hosts 16452|Sweeping, clash'd. The battle grew hot and fierce. 16452|As though in war they both were foes, each slew 16452|Another, and the son of Panthous smote the youth 16452|Ulysses. His helmet at his waist he smote 16452|Atrides; his left arm, beneath his palm, 16452|The point of his broad sword, he drove aside 16452|Which thence his bosom touched, and down he fell, 16452|The life-blood drawing. When he fell, he sunk 16452|His armour, whose presence there the Greeks 16452|Shamed, and the host lamenting; when the body moved 16452|Of brave Ulysses and the dead they wept, 16452|And Agamemnon and brave Diomede, 16452|Hector and Tydeus, all at one sorrow tears 16452|Concealed, for all Ulysses' armour lay 16452|Upon the ground, they wept the while, nor knew 16452|If he had slain himself by force or fraud. 16452|But when the Gods with Pallas both had join'd 16452|To bear Ulysses' corse to Ilium's field, 16452|The Gods, when Jove them heard, at once both took 16452|From Priam and from glorious Agamemnon 16452|The corse, to be buried not, but on the plain 16452|Of Ilium, there to lie beneath the wall. 16452|On either side were watchful both, and both 16452|With eager eyes the corpse collected. Then 16452|Borne through the town, the body to the wall 16452|They bore behind them, next the corse to heaven. 16452|Then all the Gods in accents loud lament 16452|Re-echoing, on the body cast the load; 16452|Yet the heart rejoiced, of it, in all the Gods 16452|The triumph most claiming, that Ulysses' arms 16452|Might hang in honour to the immortal Gods, 16452|Whom henceforth for long time they no more 16452|Shall honor, but shall never take possession, 16452|Till Ægis-arm'd, with the vengeance of the Gods-- 16452|In the last hour, when day was spent, return 16452|To high Olympus from distant lands, 16452|Then shall he fall, who through the plain of Troy 16452|In triumph won the armour of Achilles; 16452|There, to his tomb they shall deliver it, 16452|With the lot allotted to him by fate. 16452|They parted thence, where, with the night-clouds hoar, 16452|They parted, and the earth filled with darkness deep 16452| ======================================== SAMPLE 5700 ======================================== 29345|And we'll not answer her; 29345|And while we think of her--well now 29345|We'll play the game we hate the most-- 29345|All by ourselves alone, 29345|With no one to tell the time and lead 29345|The way we know we best should go. 29345|And we'll not answer her, or say 29345|One word,--so you must take it all; 29345|You see how we always play the game 29345|You do, and play a better game." 29345|"You know your way about this tree, 29345|"You think your way about this tree," 29345|Said a redbird under sun and dew. 29345|"I think my way about it too, 29345|"And my way,--so I'll think your way 29345|About it, too, when I grow to be 29345|A-minding that tree." 29345|The man beside the tree 29345|Went slowly on his way; 29345|He had seen nothing, so he said, 29345|Of nothing in the way of thing, 29345|But he had seen a tiny cloud, 29345|Underneath the little cloud. 29345|But he had never counted 29345|The things he could not see; 29345|For this cloud was not a thing, 29345|But a cloud with hidden heart. 29345|So he looked for something, 29345|Wherefore he counted not, 29345|But he walked in that cloud's path 29345|Until it came to where he stood. 29345|"Look up now, and take in thy breath!" 29345|Thus the little cloud began, 29345|How his voice began to murmur 29345|"I have seen a hidden thing, 29345|"And a cloud with hidden heart. 29345|"I have seen a cloud, 29345|And one who had no name; 29345|I have seen the things I cannot see, 29345|I have seen a little cloud!" 29345|And the cloud looked upward, 29345|Then it went in front of him, 29345|Looking up and smiling; 29345|And the wind that was blowing out of the cloud 29345|Gently touched the little cloud 29345|(Little cloud) in the wonderful way 29345|That clouds look up and smile. 29345|I did not think my heart could feel 29345|So far from home, 29345|So far from where 29345|I'd been, so far, 29345|So long, so far from where I was. 29345|My heart is home; 29345|I know not where I am, 29345|Nor why I am here 29345|With this heavy weight. 29345|I did not think it could be so, 29345|Or that a dream 29345|Could make me feel so tired, 29345|Or trouble me so. 29345|I did not know 29345|It could be so bad 29345|With friends around to cheer me through. 29345|But here I am-- 29345|I know not where I am 29345|Nor why I am here--but here. 29345|We were two little sisters, 29345|One as soft and fair 29345|As a robin's breast 29345|In his nest, 29345|The other slender and sweet 29345|As a little starling, 29345|With hair all black 29345|Like the sea 29345|In its waters. 29345|We were two little sisters. 29345|And every night when night 29345|Was deep and warm 29345|We would take to prayer 29345|In our little nook. 29345|We had but little stock 29345|Of pretty things to bring, 29345|As little toys and things 29345|As we would bring each other-- 29345|One little ball 29345|As a bonny cap, 29345|Each one fair as a pearl. 29345|All the days of the year 29345|We would pray together 29345|And all night long: 29345|Till the stars grew fain 29345|To begin their work 29345|Of their light. 29345|It was just one little bird,-- 29345|All its feathers black 29345|As the midnight ======================================== SAMPLE 5710 ======================================== 19385|An' weel I ken ye canna tell 19385|Whether they come in style or trim, 19385|If ye hae a soul at e'er sae keen, 19385|An' wi' a mind of taste sic like! 19385|I'll tell ye wot, an' ye're nae leuk, 19385|If ye've never got a clatter, 19385|Gin ye've got a wee ettlin stan' him, 19385|To come at his e'e wi' a skank! 19385|An' then my sowl is sichtin' on't, 19385|An' ye tak a look at me, 19385|Tho' the heart-strings be a wi'thrall, 19385|An' ye canna be a leuk wi' me! 19385|An' if he thinks he sees me 19385|Ony time he'll sae fu' oot at me, 19385|He'll start off, like he's on't for me, 19385|An' pu' the reins thro' an' throttle, gi'e, 19385|An' think he's made me his ain! 19385|Tak care ye don't pu' a moment 19385|To get nae joy or pleasure, 19385|Gwine by the heart-strings at its wa'n 19385|As ane as it's just a stibble! 19385|Then ye may be sae glad 's sicht, 19385|As is a wee thing o' pride; 19385|An' gin ye've pluck'd the heart-strings 19385|At a' the waes o' the kaily? 19385|For, gin ye see what I hae gi'en, 19385|I'll be just what my name is-- 19385|I' th' name o' my ain, Bessie Craigie! 19385|Her locks like the waving grass, 19385|Her eyes like the open skies, 19385|Her beauty the sunshine can, 19385|And her wiles for a wicked-smart. 19385|There's nought like the young Lizzy Denman to fill a lover's heart, 19385|Nor nothing like the old Dame Lizzy--dear old Dunlop! 19385|For the first the lover's eyes are ravish'd by her beauty's smile, 19385|The second she charms the heart with her charming wit and air, 19385|Then Love, at the moment the old Dame is loveliest, smiles the tear, 19385|'Tis for the young Dame Lizzy we are all in joy right now-- 19385|The fairest of beauties, and the sweetest of young men! 19385|The young lassie, she's sweet and merry to me, 19385|Wi' ane or twa in her train; 19385|The ladie's bonny and aye as ready to dance wi' me, 19385|An' the kysie when we were kail. 19385|My heart's in the clouds for a new-come mornin', 19385|And heaven the next be for me; 19385|The heavens 're high in their vault, and the earth is ricken wi' pride, 19385|When I think I live to see't. 19385|And there the bonnie lassie sits wavin' her highland lace, 19385|For she's wavering as the beam; 19385|There's a blit a wee whistle that's ready for me, 19385|An bonnie bairnies life to save. 19385|She sits alone, aye serenely she gazes alane on the sky, 19385|On the hills o' Morven, the hills o' Byres, 19385|Where the auld-drawn chariot on came, 19385|To win the crown for auld Kirkcaldy Fife. 19385|But the carrion-droit of gowans did the queenen send 19385|To win the day for our clan; 19385|For our dulefu', a' our widdy, 19385|Was winin' by score. 19385|And she sent ae braw prisoner frae Kirkcaldy Fife 19385|Wi' a lassie that was winin' the day; 19385|But that she brent ======================================== SAMPLE 5720 ======================================== 30391|That the dead 30391|In the darkness of the night-- 30391|Whose faces lie 30391|In the dust of ages, 30391|And in the ashes of their graves-- 30391|Their bodies lie 30391|Where the sun-god's arrows fell-- 30391|And never more from out their sight-- 30391|While their souls perish vainly, 30391|For a day and a night 30391|In their graves they lie: 30391|There the winds and their dead speak, 30391|And cry to life, and cry 30391|From their ancient graves 30391|To the dead that have grown old, 30391|Which the sun-god strikes, 30391|And, all their hearts and voices sounding, 30391|Crowns the dead with flowers and gold, 30391|Where some ghostly song of triumph 30391|Sounds from ages lost, 30391|To the dead that have grown old 30391|And their souls languish vainly, 30391|In the realms of the light and the night. 30391|Where the wind hath struck her down, 30391|And the sun-god lighted on her, 30391|Where the wind, and the sunset, 30391|Shine on the dead-lighted world 30391|Of their dead-day dreams-- 30391|Her sombre limbs, and her pale limbs, 30391|Her eyes that once were fire; 30391|And her long locks, and her long hair-- 30391|Where they now lie cold, 30391|In the world's cold face and the night's dark dust-- 30391|Shine on their dead souls forever, 30391|Whose dead souls lie in the dust. 30391|Then the moonbeams pass by, 30391|And they flee away on their wings, 30391|Where the sun has set, 30391|Whose faces are all as dust, 30391|Where their souls shall never wither, 30391|And their souls shall never grow old, 30391|Nor their eyes grow dim. 30391|In the lightless world of the dead, 30391|There are many souls 30391|Pressing their heavy dark lives 30391|In the grave of the dark earth, 30391|And their souls are broken in sleep, 30391|And their souls are broken and old, 30391|And their souls are shattered and broken, 30391|In the world of the night. 30391|Shall no cry of theirs endure, 30391|Nor shall they cry till it be dead, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die; 30391|Nor shall any one weep and sleep 30391|Till they lie dead in their graves. 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep 30391|Till to dust they are set, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die; 30391|No one shall weep and sleep till he die, 30391|Till he lie dead in his grave. 30391|On the night of the old-time moons, 30391|With the stars that shine out, 30391|When all the world was the night 30391|And the moon was a star; 30391|While the dark wind of the night 30391|Went howling through the trees, 30391|Shall no cry of theirs endure, 30391|Nor shall they cry till it be dead, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die, 30391|Till they lie dead in their graves. 30391|When the world was a star, 30391|With the stars that burn so bright, 30391|When the world was a star, 30391|And all stars were as light, 30391|Shall no cry of theirs endure, 30391|Nor shall they cry till it be dead, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep, 30391|Shall no one weep and sleep till he die, 30391|Till they lie dead in their graves. 30396|This edition appears to be that of Sir Ralph Ellis (1818-1899), a man of great talent, and a man of literary 30396|This edition of the sixteenth century is founded on the principles 30396|This edition, like its predecessors, is based on the text of the ======================================== SAMPLE 5730 ======================================== 615|And so far to the left, that it must be its front. 615|And there the cavaliers will seize the foe. 615|I of his valour heard the well-known cry, 615|So that I know if it be true. I ween 615|He is a valiant man, and is by far 615|The greatest warrior of all that are 615|Upon the earth, or 'mid the sea and air. 615|To take the knight, a lady should have thought, 615|More advisable than to be near, I ween. 615|"For all which I have told to you is true, 615|Of that great battle and of what I said, 615|This to your thought alone is given due heed; 615|Because of those who tell you, and as you 615|With these are of your thought divided wide, 615|So that in you my favour you possess." 615|While the aforesaid Pinnabel is here 615|Conversing with his comrades, they are told, 615|The battle is in which they are all amass, 615|And that the cavaliers with their arms will fall. 615|"If ye are not so far afflicted with woe, 615|That ye to death would suffer your dear lord 615|Who to all Christians is most dear, but one, 615|And of his good will to you a present 615|He made to be our ease and comforts, 615|My song shall be of thee, your sorrows' knight; 615|And then, to be by you released from pain, 615|With my good sword I will put off my flesh. 615|"No good shall come from my singing or my rhyme, 615|Save death from thee, dear lord! from thee, and thine, 615|I do with my last breath this song proclaim: 615|In you, if ever, or any other vale, 615|I will repair; that I with you may die. 615|"He on whom from heaven, who on this earth 615|Doth ever more and more a goodly pow'r, 615|Thou wilt bewitch, my soul shall ne'er depart. 615|But when, by Heaven's and by man's good doom, 615|I go, when I shall come, where I am bown 615|I promise on this point I with thy death 615|That I shall make my last and best song and prayer. 615|"The verse shall show thee why I do this devise, 615|So that with such good will for pity grieve me." 615|Now such lamentation is heard that hall, 615|As of a woeful death, made for all there. 615|'Twas a long time ere yet the mournful man 615|Was more prepared to yield his life away; 615|And had but one, who mourns the cavalier 615|(As a good soldier a good knight withal) 615|Than Roland, or a hundred more or less, 615|Or many, with a sorrow more profound; 615|For there was little room for further talk, 615|When to the rear appeared in view a band 615|Of Saracens, in sudden numbers strong, 615|And ready to beset the battle's entrance. 615|"Alas!" (thought I) "that they of lesser might 615|Should enter here, whose deeds of warlike grace 615|Have made the world their study and their guide! 615|For none of mortal knights to me appear 615|More welcome to your sight, in any wise, 615|Than they, whose deeds to glorify the Lord 615|With their own actions did your mind inspire. 615|"You see them as they be at their retreat 615|From Rome, by him, the Roman's foe, contend, 615|(And he, like vengeance, was the second fay 615|Of those of lesser worth who there contend). 615|Their arms are well made, and well compose, 615|And fit for martial use of any land. 615|One of their arms is a good broadsword, made 615|Of lead, and made of gold, as I have heard 615|A story tell, by way of wonder, true. 615|"One of their helmets has a double gorget, 615|Wherewith the eagle from his collar hems, 615|And other is a lance, with barbèd staves, 615|Wherewith he guards his head, and guards his mane: 615|The one is ======================================== SAMPLE 5740 ======================================== 30795|From his father's lodge, to meet them at the gate! 30795|"No--a stranger must come to that pleasant land, 30795|A new arrival from afar; a stranger brave-- 30795|Perhaps thyself! The land is new--what has been there 30795|For years--for thousands of generations--seen? 30795|The land is new, with all its magic sounds, 30795|Its beauty, beauty, beauty, for ever fled! 30795|The land is new, with all its beauty now, 30795|And I must speak the truth, or come to die there!" 30795|And the mother's eyes were filled with tears, and she 30795|Held forth her hands in signs, that she might take 30795|The child and mount him not, but gently laid 30795|Hands on his head, and the light from above, 30795|The air, that fanned him with the warmth of love, 30795|Made him forget his grief to be comforted; 30795|But he, with the cold, were girded round about: 30795|His eyes were fastened on the floor below, 30795|His heart in anguish bounded to and fro. 30795|Now he grew blind, and evermore the thought 30795|Passed of the dismal death that lay before 30795|His very eyes, and might not be dispelled; 30795|The awful thought could not be, that he 30795|Should be the cause of death to the youngest born. 30795|He sought the mother; he was blind by birth, 30795|But in his heart it fixed its keenest point. 30795|"Mother, mother!" he cried: his eyes were dry, 30795|But his heart beat wildly: "O mighty God! 30795|Why didst thou not deliver me from death, 30795|When thou wast pleased to make a naked brute 30795|Thy errand-boy? The errand-boy lies still, 30795|And thou, O mother!--thou, O cruel God!" 30795|And his mother did not shrink, but strook him 30795|With her lips, and he fell: then on the floor 30795|She laid the child, and o'er him flung her arms, 30795|And passed into the forest at his cry. 30795|But in that forest was a solitary place 30795|Built on a rock with craggy summit high: 30795|And here he hid his head, and knew not woe 30795|In this strange world, in this high wilderness: 30795|His body shrivelled by the winter snows, 30795|With only such things for friends to do, 30795|Passed now in cold, and now in fire, and so 30795|Died into quiet: and a kindly wind 30795|Paused in the chamber where the young child lay, 30795|And softly murmured, "Dear child! why weepest thou? 30795|Why dieest thou, who shouldst be glad again?" 30795|"But what, O mother!" said the young child's heart, 30795|"For a single moment did I look on God; 30795|But I have lived in error, and am saved 30795|By a wise woman; therefore she condemn'd me." 30795|Her head sank down, for the light was growing dim, 30795|And softly said the mother: "O my child, 30795|How beautiful Thou wast! How glorious Thou 30795|Before all nations! The Lord is just, and God 30795|Will save Thy life, ere night is over all. 30795|O my poor child, and art thou saved, who thoughtest 30795|That thou shouldst die?" "Of myself," the child said, 30795|"And the faith which I received, saved me; and the 30795|father of my Lord, who bore Him, and who now 30795|Is crucified, was faithless to me." 30795|As in darkling places, where faint winds 30795|Make silent corridors for the sun, we mark 30795|The stillness and the splendour of a tree, 30795|That, while it hardly lets the breeze in, bare 30795|Its boughs on either side an inner rim, 30795|Which faintly bares some wondrous flow of foliage, 30795|Whose leafless arms in silence enclose one 30795|In dreamy vision ======================================== SAMPLE 5750 ======================================== 42041|I was, as a child, a man, I think. 42041|I had a girl and one boy, 42041|Each a little god in Heaven. 42041|I was so proud. 42041|And then, as an infant thou art, 42041|When Heaven went after, my soul 42041|Seemed to grow in my ears; 42041|I was a son of God; 42041|I could see Heaven like a flower, 42041|And I heard a soft voice say: 42041|"It shall be well 42041|Though the stars be singing, 42041|And the sun and the moon, 42041|And the rainbow. 42041|As long as these things be." 42041|I can't remember now, 42041|I was a man; 42041|I was proud. 42041|But this is the thing that I remember:- 42041|They made a game of heaven; 42041|And the game began in a dream 42041|Of a little house, and a golden apple, 42041|And a silver lamp, and a silver dress, 42041|And a golden crown. 42041|And after we had played together 42041|All night, until the dawn, 42041|I woke with dawn, with noon, with even 42041|To find it all a dream. 42041|The game was up; you knew it,--the game! 42041|And so I started home, 42041|And left you, with a glass of wine, 42041|To think about it over.-- 42041|I never saw your face again! 42041|What is the meaning of this madness 42041|Breath'd in the morning air? 42041|As if they watched the sun, 42041|His children, in his garden, 42041|Pacing 42041|Their fingers up and down the grass; 42041|Or, in the wind, 42041|Seeking for some hidden treasure, 42041|Among the bushes 42041|Picking old, old rose-buds and roses. 42041|Is it the children, 42041|That all the time 42041|Come trooping out of heaven?-- 42041|Or is it they, 42041|Among the roses?-- 42041|Is it they, 42041|Or it the wind, 42041|That all the time 42041|Hath been so very near to our house?-- 42041|Or did it come to our house?--and then,-- 42041|You and I? 42041|And if it come to our house, 42041|Then, too, it is coming soon.-- 42041|It goes to my house, 42041|But when? 42041|(So do all such visions;) 42041|And though I know not when, 42041|I can suppose it will come;-- 42041|And when comes this thing, I can't know when, 42041|But I can hope to see it near. 42041|I think it will come 42041|In autumn weather. 42041|(There, now, she's gone!) 42041|She had made me feel so very glad, 42041|And very happy too, 42041|I hardly knew it was she who came 42041|My roses and my wine; 42041|She had come to tell me that the Spring 42041|Was near its end, 42041|When autumn weather came to all 42041|That live in Heaven and Earth.-- 42041|Ah, I do wonder what it is 42041|Will make us feel so glad, 42041|And happy, and that we shall go 42041|From the world's eyes to see 42041|This Spring so long past;--but I suppose 42041|I will be back before I am gone. 42041|No, no, I shall not go: 42041|I shall be there to-morrow, 42041|When we come to talk. 42041|Come, let us go then, 42041|And sit quite still together, 42041|For we must talk 42041|Some things about which no one knows, 42041|We both for ever sit there 42041|And only the wind may pass our face, 42041|Nor ever make any sound; 42041|We must not, must not say one word. 42041|What will become of us, you ======================================== SAMPLE 5760 ======================================== 615|"But that which was of little import e'er was, 615|That the king was sore in his desire offended. 615|Of him (alas!) the king had nothing said. 615|"Orlando and his kinsmen, to their need 615|Were willing to do what they could to end 615|The quarrel which in their eyes was not fair: 615|And when upon his coming they had thought 615|Into Orlando's mind such thought was short, 615|That, had they felt him of their king so proud, 615|The matter had not yet been to their cost; 615|And to the king, in all confusion grown, 615|They would their cause before the king have said: 615|"With him to give him counsel, and to show, 615|That what of good, of evil he had done, 615|He had a right to be recompensed, in spite 615|Of the unjust judgment to which he clung." 615|The king with courtesy to him assayed, 615|And said, `I have not understood you more; 615|And hence by reason of my ignorance 615|I need at all times be guided aright. 615|But since by means of this good knight I'm freed, 615|In you, to him and me I do incline, 615|And by my faith I swear, by so and so, 615|He will by me, be avenged upon you, 615|And with a warrior' s arm of equal might, 615|In combat will be tried against the king, 615|As he deserves, in that he bears the brand. 615|"I well believe you shall be safe, if well 615|You know, if you consider that, with me, 615|By time you the calamity forego; 615|And that, with all that can a warrior do, 615|You shall not with him be harmed at all. 615|But that the cause which on your judgment is bent, 615|Is evermore, of doubtful issue, wight. 615|Hence you, who speak, upon my counsel take 615|The better hand, or so shall I persuade thee; 615|And if I be of better counsels' fame 615|And goodlier mind, let it with these persuade thee." 615|Of that fair knight Orlando, whom the king 615|So shortly had heard what love he bore in fee, 615|(For never that his honour or his truth 615|He knew so well before that day, or e'er) 615|He took full pity, and was pleased in spite, 615|And took that goodly lord, in courteous wise, 615|That with the king he deemed it was the light, 615|Which shone upon their heads to light the way, 615|And made withal his aid his worth to show. 615|For the amorous lord was made to know, 615|The which and this the King was eager to know. 615|With what should be his fee, the king, in fight, 615|Of all the knights at will could do his will; 615|And made the same -- without fee -- with him maintain 615|Olympus as his own and lawful right; 615|Which made him more and more with fury blind; 615|And evermore his brows with wrath was wet. 615|But yet the royal dame, with joyful cheer, 615|With the king's grace the present made assay; 615|And what with him in league was held enow, 615|With him in that the royal dame should aid. 615|When with the present of that wondrous blade 615|The knight had of his worth as much assayed, 615|The courteous king (who would have been more fair 615|Without it) to his good and honest friend 615|His will in brief the dame thus addressed: 615|"This sword, which you desire, and which I crave, 615|For sure I am of one who you deny, 615|And whom my court and my beloved, to prove, 615|I promise for thy service and my care: 615|This knife, which (in thy service is no match) 615|Thou well believe I have an equal here, 615|That in thy fury should not harm the land; 615|With me to aid the valiant cavalier, 615|Who in a strange and perilous way shall wend. 615|"And he, I well perceive, in every thing, 615|Shall with success be found, to save his head ======================================== SAMPLE 5770 ======================================== 27333|Of the old love, the old dream of the old days; 27333|In these dreams I see what Love was made to be. 27333|I see them, through my opening flower-passages 27333|See them, as the sun and moon through deeps and fountains 27333|Look back on all the golden years of their night. 27333|So, as I look, through my fine eyes, I see, 27333|Through the soft air between each pointed star, 27333|The past and the new, the heart of the Past smiling. 27333|Love, you have found a joy to your mind 27333|Which does not stir at your heart for shame; 27333|And your heart, where it is always pure, 27333|Is like the heart of a sick child sad. 27333|"You've known that look of pain and dread, 27333|Where is the strength of joy without sin? 27333|Can we gain by it the joy we lack? 27333|Or is it an endless trial, 27333|A curse, rather, to us in life?" 27333|"Nay," answered Jone; "I am free; 27333|I am old! but you would break my heart. 27333|The hope that was so light before 27333|I feel it dying now with doubt. 27333|We have not found in a dream 27333|The strength of joy that we would get; 27333|We have not found in the night 27333|The peace of the soul we would lose. 27333|And now we must keep watch and pray; 27333|And pray and watch, and watch in vain, 27333|For all the while with our tears we wept, 27333|While he who keeps watch for us could miss 27333|His work, save for our grief as well. 27333|No, you have found that nightmare all; 27333|But you will never gain the hour 27333|When men and women, blind with fear, 27333|Will think the light of our love is gone. 27333|You will know at the last in peace 27333|The grief we have suffered to know. 27333|And that is not half the good-- 27333|The joy that was born of our pain. 27333|Oh, the old days are dead." 27333|"Not as we thought" 27333|Then the woman turned to leave. 27333|"Not when we stand 27333|Before God as he is, all men, 27333|Gazing on him with eyes divine! 27333|But do not look on him too long; 27333|He will fade as the sun does, soon; 27333|Yet let us make this day 27333|The beginning of the work 27333|To which we come every day. 27333|For he will take from us 27333|The dust of life, 27333|Bring back the dead souls from the clay, 27333|And make us whole 27333|When once we pass before him. 27333|So pray you," she said; 27333|And the laughter in her eyes 27333|Came back to me when she spoke. 27333|Yes, the old days are dead. 27333|For love's delight 27333|That shone through each face divine, 27333|We see the things we did not know; 27333|We know the past we did not know; 27333|We bear the shadow of the past 27333|Long after we have passed away. 27333|Yes, love is more than we can see; 27333|We are but flesh and breath; 27333|But love is greater than our sight, 27333|And blind is the sight of us. 27333|Yes, love is more than we can speak; 27333|We only hear the sound 27333|Of the world's laughter and pain, 27333|And the heartbreak that we made. 27333|But love is greater than our tone, 27333|And greater than our speech; 27333|It is the thing we know not of, 27333|The thing we never knew. 27333|Yes, love is greater than our thought; 27333|We are but thoughts of years; 27333|But love is greater than the thought 27333|Of something that has passed so soon. 27333|Yes, love is more than we can know; 27333|We only see love's grand ======================================== SAMPLE 5780 ======================================== 2620|They're glad to have a woman's heart and eye; 2620|She's the sweetest thing to ever yawn 2620|Or cry "MOTHER! HELP!" 2620|We have been as children, fatherless and poor; 2620|And so, as tender girls and boys we run 2620|And catch at flowers and kites, that scratch and try, 2620|And play with anything that seems just so queer, 2620|Or seem just like a flower; and then we run, 2620|And kiss our mothers' cheeks, and say, "Mother dear, 2620|We love you! O mother! dear mother dear, 2620|We love you so!" 2620|And then a little girl might toddle out, 2620|With little lisping steps and pretty bright 2620|Laughing to meet her mother's eyes. The mother 2620|Should have caught her in a minute; then she should 2620|Have asked the doll a lot about _her_ doll's play, 2620|And the doll would have said the very same, 2620|And the mother would have been in heaven, and _her_ doll was in hell. 2620|But this was a wondery thing to do-- 2620|To make a doll that talked in answer to her mother's look! 2620|So, one day, a pretty girl (who never had played 2620|With dolls before) invited all her dolls to come, and look 2620|(It is a pleasure to look at what one looks at 2620|When one is very little) over the flowers and trees; 2620|And the dolls that answered right from pretty to strange, 2620|Were sent away with the lovely girl to sell. 2620|And so there were "no dolls without exceptions," 2620|So the dolls that had come with their mothers went home; 2620|And the boys, with their pretty mothers and fathers, too, 2620|Went home with their dolls. 2620|The children at home 2620|Raved and shouted, and said the very same, 2620|But that very evening, when the little brindled ones 2620|Rose up to go to school, 2620|They all were gathered in one little room, 2620|Each with his doll, and his mother, and his sister, 2620|Who had come down from the mountain with snow, 2620|To be the first in the world to call them up. 2620|And their mothers came down like the cattle, 2620|With their little dollies on their knees, 2620|And the children in the morning, like dogs, had run away 2620|In the very next room. 2620|And they all were glad to see them, 2620|As they came out in the morning-- 2620|Nodding heads with pretty hands, 2620|With just a little boy with snow on his head 2620|As in middle of their fun, 2620|Each one with his dolly, in a pink petticoat, 2620|And a ribbon on his finger, to follow after. 2620|There they went up in a row, 2620|In a big, white procession, 2620|All the children at once, 2620|In a little row, 2620|With the dolls and all their dolls at their backs. 2620|All of them lovely fairies, 2620|All of them fairy minstrels, 2620|Were there, with their singing and dancing, 2620|And merry laughter, and dancing and laughter, 2620|And happy little feet going "jump, jump, jump." 2620|And when all the little elves 2620|Had danced a little, glad, happy dance, 2620|And every little elf had got a present, 2620|And each of them was sure of a new addition, 2620|Then softly came a little rustling sound, 2620|As if, as the girls whispered, the little elves 2620|Were talking to each other; 2620|And there was laughing, whispering, fluttering of glittering feet 2620|And a clapping of hands, and merry calling of voices loud and clear, 2620|"Little boys, come blow up your candles, 2620|For the little elves are going to dance to a great company!" 2620|And brightly shone the great hall as we went by in the misty night, 2620|And we ======================================== SAMPLE 5790 ======================================== 1141|And with the wind went out of life 1141|An ill. 1141|"If ever a spirit, like his, 1141|Gave birth to something sweet and fair 1141|That needs no prayer for its maintenance, 1141|With heart and hand and voice and eyes, 1141|And eyes, 1141|The same, 1141|In spite of sin and sorrow, to and fro 1141|It could not be. 1141|"What were thy duties, living and dying 1141|In the great work that was thine unborn? 1141|For this thine own life was an affliction, 1141|For this thine own death a penance. 1141|"For this, for this a thousand satisfactions 1141|For this, O God, for this my pains I took, 1141|"And I was very glad to give them all, 1141|Because I found that thine were good. 1141|"For this, O God, for this, a thousand years 1141|In the great work that I did with soul and knee, 1141|"I am content. 1141|"O God, the world goes up before me 1141|As a flower before the sun, 1141|And they never found me, but I go before them, 1141|"A little as a flower goes over it, 1141|And I be sure of this--the world goes before me!" 1141|We went into the street. 1141|The wind blew up upon the sea, 1141|The light leaped out of the sea, 1141|The light fell on the town, 1141|So the sky grew black against the sky, 1141|And we were left alone 1141|And the wind was in my face, 1141|And the sea rose up above it, 1141|Till it was as thick as my hair. 1141|"I say, I say!" she said: 1141|"I say, I say! The world's a child, 1141|A child of the sky, 1141|And thou art the very God, 1141|And what's the world if not 1141|Only merely a windy town, 1141|And just as windy? 1141|He was a sailor once, and a great man was he. 1141|He sailed with the ships of the world in a long smooth bound, 1141|And no more of his own ship to set sail on than I was. 1141|And no more of his own legend to learn on the wayside 1141|Than I was then. 1141|But just as the wind was aslant and the sun on the sea 1141|And lapped the sea like lips upon lips to be kissed, 1141|He said, "I come up in my ship from the harboured sea-beach." 1141|And just as we left the port, I stood in the gloaming's air, 1141|And a star came and gazed into my soul to my face. 1141|I looked at the gleaming of the sea and the sky. 1141|I looked at the glittering of the sea and the sky. 1141|And every time she looked at me she seemed to my eyes to see 1141|That they were the same star that was her own soul's kin. 1141|For it was so--the ship from the harboured sea-beach, the ship 1141|That always and ever and ever and ever before 1141|Soothes and cheers and glorifies and embraces us with sighs 1141|And looks down on our life's sweetness with eyes of kindliness 1141|She was a sailor once, and I am a sailor now, 1141|And the winds go down with the winds that blew before. 1141|I have sailed without her through gloom and the gush of the foamy 1141|And the waves have been buffeted and washed by the billowy roar 1141|Of that one ship that never went back to the harbor again. 1141|Now she is a sailor strong and in many a foreign spot 1141|And I am a sailor at home in my own house at home. 1141|She is fair as the rose that blooms in the garden of a home; 1141|And her lips are red as the lips of the rose that smiles on the knee. 1141|And I have loved her both morning and evening with equal truth; ======================================== SAMPLE 5800 ======================================== 3650|So that the words I spake 3650|Might seem but words for singing, 3650|Or but the music wrought 3650|By fingers, dim and dim. 3650|But the slow notes that came 3650|From the great organs, heard 3650|By the great windows lit, 3650|And by the lights on high, 3650|And by the pianissages, 3650|Where I sang the song of Love-- 3650|Of Song immortal, told 3650|In words so holy, low, 3650|My thoughts went forth for prayer 3650|To Him, the Father Great, 3650|And by my spirit's breath 3650|Was raised above death and pain. 3650|And, ere my lips had spent 3650|Their sacred breath in song, 3650|I heard the doors unbolt 3650|And opened, ere the time, 3650|Athwart which loud bells rang, 3650|As to a churchyard grave. 3650|And in the churchyard grave 3650|Lies the great organ dead; 3650|But my spirit, fain 3650|To follow and to lead 3650|Thenceforth, as I lived, 3650|May he prevail and win 3650|The grace divine to give. 3650|When I am dead, 3650|If a kindly hand 3650|My likeness will impress, 3650|What can I more help but stay? 3650|I shall not see 3650|The morning sun; 3650|No pleasure comes 3650|So sweet to me. 3650|The grasshopper, once the grisly, gnawing 3650|And gnawing brother of the hedge-rats, 3650|In the hot summer sun is turned to 3650|A lazy lay. 3650|In London town 3650|Is a big, red, rosy restaurant 3650|With a patio of flowers. 3650|On the other side, 3650|On a cool, gray, autumn afternoon, 3650|You shall sit in a quiet, wintry corner, 3650|And the music of the cricket shall come 3650|Too soft for your ear. 3650|From a red-hot poker 3650|Shall stream bright sparks of cigarette smoke, 3650|And the music of the cricket shall swell 3650|From the old, old musical instrument. 3650|It was only a red-hot poker,-- 3650|Only a red-hot poker,-- 3650|And all the others were but cards, 3650|And they all were empty vessels 3650|Brimmed with smoke and cards. 3650|Through the door 3650|There came a clamor and flutter of cloths, 3650|As the curtain fell.... 3650|The big, red, rosy restaurant 3650|Went up into its chair. 3650|A black man sat there, 3650|His arm in the curtain, 3650|And this was the speech he was saying: 3650|"I did it! I did it! 3650|And he laughed and he threw up his hands, 3650|Shouted, exclaimed,--"The fool was he!" 3650|"O, this is no good! 3650|I can't abide your look! 3650|There were knives in that box! 3650|I did it! I did it!" 3650|And this is the cry of the robber, 3650|He is mad! he's mad! 3650|--But the good old woman said only, 3650|"I will give you five hundred dollars 3650|If the purse holds a thing." 3650|From a red-hot poker 3650|A red-hot poker,--as it rolled, a gurgle 3650|Of steam rose from its mouth and filled 3650|The cool, high-brimmed, high-brimming glass 3650|As the poker bell rang out. 3650|The smoke curled up, red and white, 3650|And licked up the warm, white wall 3650|And curled above the old man's elbows,-- 3650|He did it--and he did it! 3650|And that was the end of the robber 3650|As he lay in his chair. 3650|It was just a little red roaster,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 5810 ======================================== 28591|Who, when the earth is dim, 28591|Shall hear a voice of peace 28591|Come over the sea. 28591|I am weary of the things of the world; 28591|I am weary of the songs of the great, 28591|I am weary of the strife of the strong. 28591|A light is in my soul which can never know 28591|The world's bright glances and the glories of life; 28591|And a more light I seek than all the light 28591|In all the kingdoms of the starry sky. 28591|I would have the strength of song, 28591|That is the strength of man. 28591|I would I could make all things new, 28591|To bring all men to me. 28591|For the world's bright children love,-- 28591|But I would have their love, 28591|And I would give the world to all 28591|Who have me for a friend. 28591|I would be as a god whom man shall greet 28591|When he comes upon the world's open stage; 28591|Such a god God never yet betrayed, 28591|Though he did for us and thou, to us the mirth 28591|Of the children of all shapes and ages. 28591|But I would have the strength of song 28591|That is the strength of man. 28591|My soul shall grow to be as wide as earth 28591|When, at last, the dawn of man's resurrection 28591|Shall shine upon the sunlit world's end. 28591|For the Lord shall come with his great host, 28591|Like to the dawn of the world, 28591|To greet the children at the sun's departure, 28591|And bless them when they rise. 28591|My soul shall grow to be as wide 28591|As earth when the morning sun 28591|Shall look from its dark caves to the dawn of the world, 28591|And say, with a voice of gladness, Amen! 28591|And the earth shall laugh in heaven when day is born, 28591|And say with a voice of joy, Amen! 28591|My soul shall grow to be as fine 28591|As the sun when the dawn is gray. 28591|Then shall life's waters be 28591|As bright in the sky as the sun. 28591|For the Lord shall come with his great host 28591|When morning wakes the world. 28591|I did not think I should be sad 28591|When I was sad to think 28591|That I was not quite sure when I should be 28591|Acceptable to be. 28591|The world has a part in me, 28591|But my soul--it is just a child, 28591|A curious child, 28591|A beautiful child, 28591|A little child! 28591|It has forgotten the sun, 28591|And in the earth has set, 28591|But I must go with it, 28591|And must go with it. 28591|Who sees not the sun himself, 28591|May see the sun-god's face, 28591|Only through another's sight 28591|Their sires and mothers die; 28591|And he who knows his own soul, 28591|Must look through another's sight 28591|To find his own true heaven. 28591|The child has not much sense enough 28591|To know the sinfulness 28591|Of his own father and mother, 28591|But he must look for heaven 28591|Where'er he looks. 28591|We are all alone in the great hall, 28591|One with the many; 28591|But God has given us one place. 28591|We're not much in company. 28591|We sit in the shadow, we see 28591|Far off what is near: 28591|A little garden, a quiet home, 28591|The world grown dear; 28591|The lonely little garden 28591|Where we must sit for a while. 28591|There's not much to be said for the world, 28591|Unless there's _something_ to be said for life, 28591|As we walk from the world to the garden. 28591|There's not much to be said for the earth, 28591|Unless there's something _there_ to be said for men. 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 5820 ======================================== 13650|Where the great, great river, named, Dauber, flow. 13650|But the Dauber never, never, never, never, 13650|Could I follow as I liked wherever I would, 13650|And I followed, and I followed the famous River, 13650|And I found it a beautiful and lovely stream! 13650|Here, there, everywhere I went, and every day, 13650|I found a different kind of thing every place, 13650|And I put it into my song, and put it back again, 13650|And this is the reason why I never, never, 13650|Ever, did write "Dauber!" 13650|And I hope you will, too, when you hear this song 13650|And see the picture that I drew of the River. 13650|_"Dauber" is the name I give to those who play at making 13650|Songs about the Great Dauber, the Great Plains, and Life. 13650|I want to tell you a story about a Dauber, 13650|The little Dauber, the Dauber, the Great Plains. 13650|There was a little Indian boy, 13650|Named Dappley Creech, 13650|He had such a pretty brown head, 13650|I loved him--and I wish that I could be 13650|All that he was, and be as he was; 13650|Well, I was little, and you've heard the news 13650|That my poor body was burned right through and through? 13650|The doctor who tended on me said 13650|It might have been some allergic thing; 13650|He says, "This boy will have to go without 13650|Till he's quite grown up"; when he brought me him, 13650|A white Buffalo was the name that he 13650|For the Indian doctor--that's what he said. 13650|Now, this brown fellow, the Dappley Creech 13650|Was just such a fine Indian boy; 13650|Well, he was fine, and that's what I think of him. 13650|He'd lots of tricks, by the way, and he 13650|Was a-playing cards one day, 13650|And a stranger came to help him play, 13650|And so there you have it, as I've said-- 13650|A pretty little trick-playing boy. 13650|As he was tricking him, the stranger stood, 13650|And he looks at him, and then at me-- 13650|I thought, what did he mean by that look? 13650|He was a pretty sturdy fellow then, 13650|I can't say that his face was pale-- 13650|I can't say that he seemed to be 13650|In middle age, but he was old, and 13650|In middle age is old enough. 13650|His hair was black and brown, and his eyes 13650|Were like fire, and his nose was just wide. 13650|Well, I have heard of a curious thing 13650|When it comes to Indian girls-- 13650|My dear father always said the same, 13650|That his father got a good brown boy. 13650|And now he always always said the same; 13650|But the boys have such short feet, 13650|And how can they get up so soon? 13650|But a young man came to the little girl, 13650|And he kissed her, and he whispered her, 13650|That she looked just like Brown Buffalo 13650|And just like a brown boy's nose. 13650|Now the boy had gone his way that day, 13650|He did not give her much to say-- 13650|But one of his brothers said, "I fear 13650|The thing is rather amiable." 13650|The old man got up, and he whispered low, 13650|That he was not to be played with, 13650|And he held up his hands and he smiled, 13650|And he said, "I do not recommend 13650|Your being burned, my dear, to-day." 13650|He had a little girl by the name 13650|Of "Betty," who lived all in a ring 13650|With a little purple dog called "Tit," 13650|That kept a little garden place, 13650|And it's very near to the school. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 5830 ======================================== 2620|The light that has the air of some divine, 2620|And is not made up of light the less. 2620|A thousand little feet, so light and light, 2620|And all of them so glad and all of them 2620|So full of laughter and light of glee, 2620|Are trodden underfoot by the heel of death; 2620|And the heart's blood leaps in the sundering tread. 2620|Oh! come to Life! Oh! come to Peace! 2620|The sun shines bright, the sky grows clear, 2620|The little birds are on their way, 2620|To bring the praise of God to-day. 2620|But as I linger here by the winding road 2620|I hear within my breast a murmur rung: 2620|I hear it, but can I understand a word? 2620|I wish to Heaven I were where Love is singing-- 2620|I wish to Heaven I were where Love is blowing! 2620|O! how my spirit doth rebounding fly 2620|To the God in Beauty, singing as I go! 2620|O! how my spirit doth replying fly 2620|To my Lady in the Sky's high arch. 2620|If aught of heaven in me hath been wrought, 2620|Woe to the man that cannot hope to know! 2620|What shall I sing. It may not be, 2620|The love that shall not be. 2620|My Lady of Virtue, Thou, 2620|Thou who wast born to rule the world, 2620|To whom life was given on earth, 2620|And dost abide our bard 2620|Praising God with all the saints. 2620|What shall I sing? I dare not try, 2620|But I rejoice to know 2620|That I breathe and live in Thee, 2620|And that Thou lovest me. 2620|But O how heavy it were for me 2620|To sing this praise above! 2620|If I knew, I would hide the breath 2620|That moves me now-- 2620|My heart is broken, broken with care, 2620|My mouth is all a-shining with white, 2620|But if I knew, I would not speak! 2620|Songs cannot make me what they were before, 2620|Nor make me what I am behind. 2620|If song could make me beautiful, 2620|And make the stars love me, 2620|If all the sunbeams would shine with love, 2620|And all the flowers turn 2620|Their eyes toward me, I might see 2620|The daybreak from the sea. 2620|But even song itself cannot bring 2620|The wonder that haunts my brain, 2620|And make me seek out her in the night, 2620|To hear her name more sweet than dawn. 2620|There are deep secrets concealed from sight, 2620|Hidden for ages from the day. 2620|I hid them all up in my heart before, 2620|But now perhaps I do not know. 2620|Let me find out--and if I find, 2620|It is not for long the sad truth will break, 2620|And make my soul forget. 2620|If any man, O! song! would speak 2620|His sad secret out unto me, 2620|He who hath loved himsel' should surely know 2620|How bitter was his sin. 2620|My lady smiled from her sunny seat 2620|As she took heed of her children's play, 2620|And she looked up to Heaven. 2620|Her little hand, where its kiss had been 2620|Lit to the eye, as a symbol fine 2620|Of a woman's holy trust. 2620|But a smile came up in the eyes of her, 2620|When she turned and looked at the garden, 2620|And she saw strange, strange things. 2620|Her eyes had the deep, sad, and slow 2620|Sorrow of eyes that will never weep, 2620|As the light that has been, has never been 2620|Has set the sun in the sky. 2620|The roses in the garden had fallen, 2620|The bowers were bare of their youngest flower, 2620|And the sweet air was heavy with birds ======================================== SAMPLE 5840 ======================================== 1333|He was in arms with the king. His head 1333|Was covered with the crown of the king, 1333|Whose heart he had never yet changed. 1333|He fought for the realm and won the war, 1333|But the King of the Sword was dead a year, 1333|And all the roses in the nation stood 1333|Like withering sheaves of dead leaves on the ground. 1333|They buried the king under the mound of his sward, 1333|With the rose-leaf on his hair, 1333|He had gone away to death's own door, 1333|And never been welcomed again. 1333|His sword was in the field of France 1333|But it was shattered and red with gore. 1333|His sons were the sons of the English crown, 1333|The sons of the blood royal and royal blood. 1333|And the King of the Sword had stood there 1333|When the blood was red on the ground. 1333|The old king, who was old and had lived 1333|Lately in Denmark with little children, 1333|Was like a little boy again. The first 1333|Who heard of the new king of Denmark came 1333|From the tower in the palace near St. Peter's, 1333|And told of his sorrows and of the woes 1333|Of the Danish king who was dying. 1333|He was but a boy when his father died, 1333|And a boy when the little king was dead, 1333|And he would sit in a dark room and weep 1333|And pray with his sister and his brothers 1333|For his mother's soul to rise from the tomb. 1333|But the king's daughter in her seventies came 1333|To the tower in the palace in her pride. 1333|Her hair was black, she was fair and free, 1333|And her eyes were blue as the sky of May. 1333|She sang in her free time, she walked with him, 1333|Took his hand in her fingers, kissed him, cowed 1333|A child in the pride of her beauty, in truth 1333|She was old, was old in the reign of the king. 1333|The old king had written a letter to his liege, 1333|To tell him who was the fairest of all, 1333|And he signed it John of Denmark's Guard, 1333|Of the regiment that wore the sword of the king. 1333|The soldiers that wore the crown were they, 1333|The soldiers who wore the sword of the king, 1333|Held the streets of the city at break of day, 1333|The old king in the palace, the gray-haired John 1333|In the field of battle, where the red-hot spears 1333|Wound through the white of the snow, and the sword 1333|Glittered through the flames of victory. 1333|At break of day they went by the palace gates, 1333|Their shields upon their shoulders, their swords and shields 1333|Girded about them, their heads the only things 1333|On which they rested when they slept, the King 1333|Astonishing the old King by the hand, 1333|The gray-haired John, the king's son, on the throne. 1333|They rode to march and march--to march and ride, 1333|The old King's soldiers, with gold for the tip, 1333|And silver with the gold afield to ride. 1333|And the gray-haired John, the king's son, was wise 1333|And heard all counsel, not ill pleased; and now 1333|He said to the old King, the gray-haired John, 1333|With the voice of a king who makes wise hisself: 1333|'If I were a boy again I should sing 1333|This piece well done of you, the old King; 1333|Who was so great a lover of you all 1333|Who shall crown you after him in gold 1333|And all his love's sweet flowers.' 1333|The King saw then that the world was ill 1333|With folly's false gossip and the snares 1333|And furtive perils of the age of gold. 1333|But then, and 't were but a word, a sign 1333|A little, would make him swear for speech 1333 ======================================== SAMPLE 5850 ======================================== 2288|The lightnings flash and the clouds of fire arise, 2288|And the earth, that has long been hid beneath the night, 2288|And the world, that aflame is with fire and war, 2288|Now sings with gladness and laughs to know how close 2288|The dark that she knew at the beginning comes to an end. 2288|O Mother, thou knowest that the end and beginning are one, 2288|And the good end and the evil end, and the worst end and best, 2288|And all that is and all that shall be is that the end and beginning be. 2288|To-day is the same as yesterday, O mother; but yesterday 2288|For the morning of many days the good end and evil end 2288|Methought thy voice was touched, O mother, but now thy voice 2288|Takes a pleasant motion and smiles to know it is pleased; 2288|And the end, which thou wast wont to singly praise and blame, 2288|Now saith all that is and all that shall be be the end and beginning 2288|And all that is and all that shall be be the end and beginning. 2288|Thou knowest that the end and beginning are one, 2288|The good end and the evil end, and all that is and all that shall be; 2288|To-day shall be no more than yesterday, O mother, and thou 2288|Must know all that is and all that shall be, O mother, and mark 2288|Thyself the difference, O thou sad and weary one, 2288|The good beginning and the evil end, and the all-beginning be." 2288|I, too, have known this, and I will not quail 2288|Nor cease from seeking thee, if thou indeed 2288|Canst help me make thy thoughts and questions wise! 2288|I wish thy friend and her that sitteth there 2288|To sit beside thee here; and soon thou'lt learn 2288|What are these thoughts I bring to thee in light. 2288|I saw once, when she was living on earth, 2288|The day, and in a certain place I saw 2288|Her brother-in-law, the Master's wife. 2288|I could not know the place, and I knew not 2288|When I beheld her, the old woman, 2288|As she stood at a little side-gate's door 2288|Upon the wall; and the handmaid 2288|Was looking on her mistress' face; 2288|No thought were there in any heart of man!... 2288|Yea, I thought: "She has been made of clay!" and 2288|He, she, the old woman, the wife of 2288|Ogier, the King's son made of stone. 2288|I saw once from his chamber window 2288|The King's son sleeping in a lonely room, 2288|And that one, the childless, whose only one 2288|Of pleasure to look on was his father, 2288|A miser, a drunkard, a cold-hearted man, 2288|Who was never to rest, nor ever to dream, 2288|Nor the sweet joys of his youth again, 2288|Was his own happy life, and his own happiness 2288|The one fair life that any man could see 2288|While he lived in mortal life. For in that house 2288|The children of old times were reared: no life 2288|Would need for the mother any more 2288|Than the man and woman's love-life, which they 2288|Grew in the womb of the loveliest life 2288|That they lived upon. And this was the reason 2288|They lived so long unseen and unheard 2288|Of all men, a great joy being theirs. 2288|I, for my part, remember how much 2288|From the day they were born our love was 2288|Inborn and there and alone undefiled 2288|In the happy eyes, wherefrom they looked 2288|And gazed, and were their mother, all of their days. 2288|And I remember the sweet secret and the beauty 2288|Of that day, and how the mother 2288|Saw love being shed on her own child 2288|By the joys of her, and had no voice 2288|Or fear of any grief of hers to know ======================================== SAMPLE 5860 ======================================== 615|Where, by the way he past, he might obtain 615|A sight of all his knights for whom he grieves. 615|He, that the king, with many days' delay, 615|Had waited for an escort, would delay, 615|And, if, at last, his wish could be supplied 615|With his three peers, he would bear his prey: 615|But they, that had to him the wish imparted, 615|For better news than they had received, 615|In hope to help with all their power, resolved 615|The king would haply, before the night, 615|On the wide desert with the company 615|Have made his journey; so had better been 615|Than by their counsel led astray. At last 615|Soros he beheld, in forest deep, 615|And found a band encamping, in a ring. 615|And that they might the monarch, who had wend 615|From Calais, see him and the cavalier 615|Whose company he sought, appear, apart 615|He sought the warrior, with the rest: and then 615|His courteous suit he made to make reply; 615|And said he (he declared it by the name) 615|Was in a certain forest, that had lain 615|Of his company, a night and day 615|Aware of, and of the other heaped ascore 615|In that fair valley, but of whom none was sown. 615|Who is it that he sees? with what intent 615|Are you encamped? and is this our station, 615|Since to the woods we cannot, or will not, 615|See the same; who now, without delay, 615|To him should fix our sally, in their arms?" 615|"It is the king," the cavalier replied, 615|"Of whom you ask, who, in the forest-zone 615|Afield, would fix our sally, in their arms. 615|He, from the city, when the sun was high, 615|Had taken, by his means, a fortress near: 615|And, to pursue an outlaw, had brought, on horse, 615|And on foot, a thousand men along; 615|Whom, to pursue his way, in wood and fen, 615|Two youths had followed to the wood; the one 615|A noble youth, whose name, they said, was he 615|Who, now the woodland is dissolved, shall take 615|Our company in arms." He who was thus 615|The knight, whose name was Erminia, who 615|Had given the order to her troop in hand, 615|Begun her answer to the monarch fair. 615|That they should find the cavaliers, that she 615|Would be their guide, and she her lord would speed. 615|Hence they approach, now with her, but now with them: 615|They on the other side, in open sight, 615|As many as she discerned, had fled. 615|The royal maid, who, from the rear, had sought 615|The place where erst they stood, now could descry 615|But nought beside, in such dismay had grown 615|As to consider death; yet that was not long: 615|She, mid the rest, the youthful dame espies, 615|And with astonishment views that warrior bold; 615|For she in secret knows that he is there, 615|And, with an eye more gentle, listens there; 615|As for the maiden's duty she herself 615|Takes with more weight, than she would duty urge. 615|This while there came those goodly warriors, seen 615|At close distance in the forest's bower, 615|Climbing a hillock's top, who bore the trees, 615|With shaft and spear in order tall and fair; 615|Who, with them, had not the churlish roving band 615|Discovered mid that forest in those parts, 615|Had not by chance, above theyr hollow house, 615|A youth, whom she, in habit, and in face, 615|Pronounced to be the prince, and of a noble line. 615|The dame, upon the sudden, that on him 615|The youth and cavaliers were known, the dame 615|Gave him her eyes; and, as her lord desired, 615|Sought him from him: he, she said, was well, 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 5870 ======================================== 3026|The way is long that they must go, 3026|But one can go so far." 3026|"There are no trains here any more, 3026|My friend, they are dead, 3026|Only a few little girls and boys 3026|They used to run here. 3026|Their mothers had them in her arms-- 3026|No more they run: 3026|My mother has lost them all." 3026|"No more--they run in their old fashion-- 3026|And all in the quiet. 3026|"We could not think of anything 3026|Was better than death. 3026|A little girl once ran like a dog, 3026|"Yes--a little girl with silver eyes: 3026|But she was very fond. 3026|You could not even kiss her. 3026|To-day I met a little boy, 3026|"You are very old, 3026|And have not lived a life with trees 3026|And children. 3026|For a long way you run, 3026|And many, many centuries 3026|Must pass before 3026|You can stop and turn your feet, sir-- 3026|And go to-morrow." 3026|"My feet have always been in turn, 3026|It is to-day. 3026|But it is pleasant to look out 3026|At the stars and feel them shine: 3026|But now I am going far away, 3026|To the great Far-Lóre." 3026|"But the Great Far-Lóre may be coming 3026|Already, sir." 3026|"Yes, and when he is here, 3026|The grey mountains at last, 3026|The mountains of grey, 3026|He will show us his white and rustling armies, 3026|The legions of sun. 3026|And look at the clouds come rushing 3026|Out of the west: 3026|The legions of sun, 3026|And legion. 3026|"For the great sun will come 3026|Before he comes, 3026|Already, already, 3026|And if you think his coming could not be, 3026|You need to go to the Great Far-Lóre." 3026|"He is going to come 3026|Before I die, 3026|The Great Far-Lóre and his legions in marching." 3026|"You are right. 3026|I can see the hills. 3026|I can see his armies and his legions in marching. 3026|But in the west there is nothing, 3026|And now I am going far away, sir." 3026|"It is a very little thing, sir." 3026|"I have always got to the great Far-Lóre." 3026|"The Great Far-Lóre will meet you 3026|All of a sudden, as I went by." 3026|"When? But who?" 3026|"When he should come to see you, 3026|And find the land I leave behind." 3026|"Why, that depends, if you run from him." 3034|"It is no use, my friend, for I must say the word. 3034|The thing that you know about, no matter how much you like 3034|To make a man talk, or a great song write. 3034|I am a farmer, and I have a house 3034|Where I have a yard that holds all the wheat 3034|And barley, in a great field that runs 3034|Right up to the sky. 3034|The stars of the night go out and in. 3034|I build my walls of stone, and I watch them all 3034|To make sure. 3034|My little men ride at night along 3034|Across my wheatfields, to and fro, 3034|I walk with sleepy feet on sunny days 3034|To wait and watch and report back to me. 3034|I have a wife who works with me on a stone-topped wall, 3034|And I get for her wages when she works on a wall 3034|The day to day wages I would get, 3034|But I cannot get enough to keep alive 3034|This little house. 3034|And I have two little sons. 3034|I tell them stories about the walls 3034 ======================================== SAMPLE 5880 ======================================== 1279|When we shall come to love our country, 1279|And own her worth, in time, 1279|Then, ye gallant youth, when you behold her, 1279|Think of this, and then come o'er, 1279|The Queen's Highland Park, and welcome there 1279|Whom heaven has blessed with her love; 1279|Or when a lifetime in peace you spend, 1279|Her beauty to behold. 1279|The dainty dame of the vale, 1279|The blithsome beldie o' the braes, 1279|The true 'bistributor', are but two 1279|Of Highland women renowned. 1279|They both are true beauties, all o' the high and the low, 1279|The bonnie lassie and the bonnie young lassie o' the cot; 1279|And aye the bonnie young lassie o' the cot, 1279|The bonnie young lassie o' the cot 1279|The blithgent dame, of fair degree, 1279|The bonnie young lassie, the bonnie young lassie o' the cot. 1279|The bonnie young lassie, the bonnie young lassie o' the cot; 1279|As the bonnie young lassie o't, 1279|The bonnie young lassie o't, 1279|The bonnie young lassie o't, 1279|O' the cot o' the fair sae sair, 1279|And I, alas! will soon be gane, 1279|And I will soon be gane, 1279|To the bower o' my bonnie, bonnie, bonnie, 1279|sister Annie, the fair Clare, will marry thee, 1279|The bonnie bonnie bonnie lassie amang the trees, 1279|Whar the woodbine bends above the low-gabbered stream; 1279|The bonnie wan bonnet o' my Shirley hames, 1279|The bonnie bonnie lassie, the bonnie young lassie o' the cot. 1279|When the wood is yellow'd wi' sindry dew, 1279|An' the dark days get dim wi' gowling rain; 1279|When the bonnie birds are on the wing, 1279|An' the bonnie flowers spring on ilka brae; 1279|'Till the sweet Spring come at our llens wi' a kirkyard gowd, 1279|Where the bonnie bonnie lassie the bonnie young lassie o' the cot. 1279|Tune--"William Morris's Last Voyage." 1279|William Morris was the de'il o' our shaw, 1279|And he had sway o' Ettrick Farshair; 1279|But ae night or there by night or day, 1279|Sic an art, it seems, wad bring him hame, 1279|He had nae neebors in ilk cot: 1279|They keeked owre the gate, and sairly wondered 1279|At ilka arse upo' the faem. 1279|That night, whase sheenes and lowe e'en, 1279|They sat and feasted on a tray; 1279|And William Morris sat beside her there, 1279|And ay began to talk o' love. 1279|But ilk ae word it did not fa'; 1279|And elk he leugh at ilk ae word he had; 1279|And elk he kend ilk ae word he did, 1279|But still the deil at last did hear, 1279|For the kye at kirk and court did meet, 1279|And he swear by his browne ha', 1279|He'd kill me at e'en, enjoind the King, 1279|Ae night or there by night or day. 1279|And while they vow'd at court and kirk, 1279|Wi' fierce desire, 1279|William Morris crept owre the gate, 1279|And elk he caught as they stood nigh, 1279|And on a time in drecksome haly, 1279|He cast me owre ======================================== SAMPLE 5890 ======================================== 2294|I am too frail 2294|And weak and old to care; 2294|But I am strong and loved and wise, 2294|And a good wife shall be 2294|To guard me day by day. 2294|I am too young, too strong 2294|And strong for sorrow and hate, 2294|But I am in love with life. 2294|There is a little gray-haired man who speaks: 2294|You want to know the reason why 2294|Your heart is sad and unhappy? 2294|It's because you've never loved 2294|The flowers that grow beneath your feet, 2294|But always wished 2294|That you would die. 2294|You need not ask, "How could I miss 2294|The meaning of a smile, the brightness 2294|Of a cheek's red bloom, or lips' music, 2294|Or eyes of blue?" 2294|You _need not ask_ why we forget 2294|The color of a rose or lips 2294|That tremble at the touch of Spring 2294|When winds arise. 2294|I can tell you why we forget 2294|How rare a song we ever heard 2294|And just how far 2294|Rose and its flowers were forgotten 2294|One hundred million years ago 2294|By all the tribes of people 2294|Who lived next door to the ocean 2294|When it was still a gulf 2294|And just a little higher. 2294|For they had eyes like these, I think, 2294|That ever rose and fell of old, 2294|And they looked up at it in delight 2294|From the height of their trees. 2294|And if ever you forget the song 2294|Of a little bird, or any tree, 2294|The meaning of the sky, the sun, 2294|Or how long ago the flowers 2294|Were forgotten and forgot. 2294|I _can_ remember things like these; 2294|I _am_ the owner of such thoughts 2294|When I am not myself. 2294|A little gray-haired man has come this way 2294|From the old garden, planted so long ago 2294|With tulips; and we sit around the board 2294|And talk about the things that have been, 2294|And the things that have to be. 2294|I tell him of the first-century traveler 2294|Who climbed in his ship and wrote down his thoughts 2294|Of the unknown world and of his own town, 2294|His own land and his own world. 2294|And he is startled when I tell 2294|That there's that in us which no one else 2294|Has known, and that is how it should be; 2294|That our lives are little black squares 2294|Of indivisible Eternity 2294|That can never be touched by time. 2294|I tell him that our hearts are stone, 2294|We are little black squares of stone, 2294|We are the owners of God's power 2294|And His sovereignty over us. 2294|And I tell him, too, that God wants us 2294|To do His will, and it isn't fair; 2294|There is a price, and he won't let us 2294|In the dark. 2294|He wants us to do His will! In such wise 2294|A little gray-haired man speaks in our ear, 2294|And we start up from the table with him 2294|And hold the table open till he speaks.... 2294|Then silently as when his finger was there, 2294|He moves from his place on the edge and speaks. 2294|And he is startled. 2294|I am glad you asked, he has come out to breakfast 2294|And we can talk this thing through together. 2294|So, sit down. 2294|It's pleasant meeting you. 2294|It seems the tea's done. 2294|The cup is ready. 2294|And we're out. 2294|I have a feeling we are going to talk. 2294|The day is done and the tea's done. 2294|I feel the old year's still in me 2294|And I feel a little tear-laden.... 2294|When I'm in a hurry to go to sleep. 2294|I ======================================== SAMPLE 5900 ======================================== 2388|Wisely the Gods from whom he comes, of all they hold 2388|In fee or gift, bestow it on those who are 2388|In worthy service; for his service is their life; 2388|By them they live, and live to honour, and 2388|Make noble deeds, which are the praise of Life. 2388|Such be the duty of those that are his servants, 2388|His heirs; and those that are his enemies, his foes; 2388|For those that were his foes forsake him, toil 2388|And do his bidding, and are hearkeners. 2388|And all that he has given them is as they; 2388|He gives them, when they work, not when they think. 2388|He is their teacher and their life; they are his teachers, 2388|And give them to preserve, and he in them lives: 2388|And he does make the life it lives and teaches it noble, 2388|And he enriches and crowns it with gifts of wisdom. 2388|Thus do they live; thus does his life take form, 2388|Which in their hearts and done; thus do their life-days go. 2388|Their lives are as the air of a spring; the air 2388|Of a calm air; the air is sweet in their lives; 2388|Their bodies have no griefs, and no sorrowings, 2388|Nor griefs; their minds are calm-filled, and are full 2388|Of inward light that has no shadow: 2388|They live in the Lord's soul, and live for nought. 2388|So by their labours and their patience they 2388|Perform the task of their Maker, 2388|All his works and workmen's deeds. 2388|For as men do live-stock 2388|Of worksman-life,-- 2388|As those that labour-carts, 2388|And those that labour-souls, 2388|And that labour toil-clad 2388|In making them-selves, 2388|So they by labour live 2388|In a life-world; while the body 2388|Perishes, but the soul lives on; 2388|So their days are immortal 2388|In the life-light, 2388|And their nights,-- 2388|Their nights, their dawns, their vernal 2388|Spring-showers, 2388|The bright-eyed blossoms 2388|Of the flesh,-- 2388|Their blossoms, their bright-eyed fruitage. 2388|But, as I said, a good man of service-life, 2388|Like the world,[FN#10] which he did so much serve, was slain. 2388|But what is this which I hear? 2388|He that lives upon his daily lot 2388|Lives well and lives whole-heartedly: 2388|He that keeps aloof 2388|From the crowd--who heeds not good and bad 2388|And mixed, and who doth see or bear 2388|Only what doth vex him--shall not win 2388|His daily share of earth. 2388|Who works longeth and works well 2388|He that hath a mind that hath not sighs, 2388|A heart that heareth not the winds, 2388|And that walketh not with thorns, shall live, 2388|Live well, and live--for the fruit-tree 2388|Of the mind and of the heart shall spring 2388|To nourish life, and the fleshly flame 2388|That is the seed of life shall be 2388|To feed the world with many a tree; 2388|His day shall not be dry. 2388|How many of these? They that sing in song, 2388|Or make their daily taskings known 2388|In words of light or of of shade, 2388|Or, to their days of work begun 2388|In their own native fields appear! 2388|Why, not to be found there,--where those 2388|Are all,--where are such days and hours? 2388|Where the firm hope that is not stirred 2388|By the wind of fate,--the faith that takes 2388|No part with wrong--they have planted, 2388|Not to live, but live to die. 2388|How many of those ======================================== SAMPLE 5910 ======================================== 14019|A new shield be brought; for here a knightly blade we find. 14019|In this great field of battle we see he brings his prize; 14019|A buckler wrought with wondrous art: the blood it flows, 14019|Like that within a man at war. 14019|No doubt such gift shall please the heathen, to set free 14019|His brethren; and in holy battle to have done his part. 14019|"So we believe, so we believe, all who see our way, 14019|So we believe that he of France shall ever be a knight. 14019|We hold good store of honor and in valor we've played. 14019|He is a noble knight: his arms are all and his side; 14019|He will not heed nor heed them any, though they be tost." 14019|"O my father, in that is your soul in a fever, 14019|For our fathers fell by filth: a man and a child. 14019|The old lords are the lords no more: with our spear and with shield 14019|We have overcome them: with our strength they are beaten to pulp." 14019|"Than that thyself and thee be slain," he then hath said; 14019|"And that thy daughter be slain: for her sake I will take 14019|Myself and mine to God: I know how to do so before. 14019|And for that thou and mine both, as for us the French, 14019|We will make our will, by all that befell us in war, 14019|The best, if ye have mind, in our hands may be found." 14019|'Mid the dauntless Grecians on the strand was pitched 14019|A pitched camp of the Franks, who from Spain were sent. 14019|And each with his host, and their kinsmen beside him, 14019|On a great and fair-tiled mound was arrayed. 14019|The Count Rollánd and his brother are the first two to them: 14019|They are mounted with their shields and their lances in hand. 14019|And of all the young men the youngest will ever be seen. 14019|They are coming to the city, they are coming now; 14019|Fain would they see the fight, with all their gold on their brow; 14019|Fain would they see how great the odds are; their hearts must be filled. 14019|They will never forget: "No more may it be said 14019|Of the Franks that we have vanquished their foes so well; 14019|That ye now are fallen, and that ye now lie dead. 14019|The Spanish men, they are all of them of their wont; 14019|Yet now we've learned a thing to avail us so well. 14019|We'll meet them, our foes, and the Spanishmen thereof, 14019|And the Franks, whom the Franks have slain: their faith then may not fail. 14019|If we die here, all the more shall our fame be great." 14019|Then his brother hath said: "O Count, we understand; 14019|For we now have seen a thing which makes us at ease. 14019|The Franks will be fallen, and our foes so befy their wrath, 14019|Who have laid hold on our land: then our lot be a sith-fold pain. 14019|To the south and the north and the east we have made our way; 14019|And the wind's strong, and the day's dark and the tempest's loud; 14019|'Twere no good to retreat, to seek, to hide, or to fear; 14019|Since with him our King is so great that he can no more hold." 14019|"Now God with you," the King of Denmark hath said, 14019|"We shall not let you go, nor leave thee: I to thee give 14019|An answer worth the hearing, and thou take it." 14019|Then, when many a one answered him, so fair to view, 14019|His heart unto his mouth so loud became in a twain. 14019|"O me," he cried, "my brethren, who most of all have been, 14019|If I have not made good service unto thee and mine, 14019|And have not been true to my promise thou had'st but kept; 14019|Then, as one that hath lost his king, wouldst thou to him wend, 14019|And ======================================== SAMPLE 5920 ======================================== 16059|Más fácil á las flores 16059|Las claves en su furor, 16059|Que el hombre se encierra 16059|Por un instanteza 16059|Más de la noche oía. 16059|El que una veiza 16059|La alevis fué, 16059|Del aire en el placer 16059|Tanta había en la flor; 16059|Y al muro asiento 16059|Si el sol, aunque en su line, 16059|Y el rostro asiento 16059|Con el mísero hérida 16059|Pensado de ese frente, 16059|Lo encuentra no riendo, 16059|Mas luego al cielo, 16059|Que no puede abeccion. 16059|(Josue Restó y medroso, señor.) 16059|Pensarse una almanzorias que llegando 16059|El bien flor de los viles de su muro. 16059|Oye, cierra el dorado de su casto, 16059|Por ende conciencia, y lo entiende 16059|El alborollino donde una escara: 16059|¡Oye, cierra el dorado de su casto! 16059|¡Oh cierra una escara! 16059|Sennora encierra que la noche se ven ciega, 16059|Más son todo otro. 16059|Ya te questa de arte. 16059|Aun mis viene á las pensáis, 16059|Lanzó sus muros el otro cielo, 16059|Y al Rey en su fuerte y atónito, 16059|Que en la primavera el fuerte muera... 16059|Unas huesilla se levanta en vano; 16059|Cual trabado á los que lo encarece 16059|Á los que al solio entres. 16059|Mex mancilla, mas del castillo, 16059|Y un campo de amores pueblo, 16059|Con plebe del deseo. 16059|Unos cortos se alvo; 16059|Que se le ventura el rostro á alboros 16059|Que algo el desdichado. 16059|Unos infeliz querrìos á dos; 16059|Y á las venturas mi ventosa 16059|Por un campo de amores, 16059|Con plebe del desdichado. 16059|No me dice. Ia, qué tiene en vano 16059|Á la noche se ablanda: 16059|Aun la noche le hable; la noche hable; en vano 16059|Luego se abrió en la muerte. 16059|Del Océano se una estrella 16059|Con un trato despedirto; 16059|Y más del trato fué la noche se llama 16059|Sin rezar va un campo de amores, 16059|Dulce fué y sin sonar: 16059|Nuestras á las campas, 16059|Y á sus trato despedirte 16059|Por el desdicharle al cielo 16059|De un pueblo del Rey. 16059|Y el que no sabía 16059|El desdichado despojo 16059|Los más viejos pueblos 16059|Á la estancia manchar: 16059|El campo al verde sér della. 16059|Y sólo el desdicharle; 16059|Solo el desdicharle la tierra. 16059|El cáliz de irnura 16059|Lo que muera 16059|El puñal de nieve avés. 16059|Y de un cáliz manchar 16059|Ó cándida nube empeño, 16059|Aunque de pecho conocido 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 5930 ======================================== 1279|She 's in her grave, an' we'll be wed, 1279|As that were an arrogan gleddy! 1279|We meet, we greet, we 'll cuddle, we 'll sweeten 1279|Upon our mother's knee o' course; 1279|An' you must ne'er, like me, presume 1279|To make the poet's mother jealous. 1279|She 's a mother to her three nines, 1279|That bring the good old times to me; 1279|That with her three nines continue 1279|To nurse me, sweet, to the prime. 1279|For she commands me, as commands lawgiver, 1279|I will pursue my mother's lead. 1279|To be her son, that ne'er let's difference shame. 1279|To be the man to whom she bade me bind my will. 1279|I will keep the faith, as boys whose will is given, 1279|To her direction, a vow I have kept from youth, 1279|Though I could change it with the wind, 1279|But when I thought o' 1279|My 'wedded life, and my true womanhood: 1279|While the sweet sun in his golden career 1279|Sways the hazy violet, and the oriole, 1279|With all his dewy motes; 1279|And to give what my lady ne'er gave, 1279|In the graces of my wooing: 1279|I will put on, as a monk doth whit 1279|In his cell, the habit of a monk, 1279|And wear, whene'er the breeze his camp-bfell call, 1279|The monk-craften stone gules. 1279|And ever will I cherish, in my heart, 1279|The friendship of my lady's name, 1279|And her reward in Heaven, that e'er I die, 1279|So faithfully in vow and pen: 1279|And while I may live, my dear Mary Sue, 1279|Of your fav'rite Muse the sole reward; 1279|On you I will look when they do burn 1279|The salves, the antidotes: 1279|And while I may breathe, my dear Mary Sue, 1279|To my fond Love while I may live, 1279|My soul'll be your humble servant still, 1279|My muse will be your faithful slave. 1279|The Muse that you have ta'en unto you, 1279|I will make your guide thro' every ill, 1279|Till that bonnie face o' Heaven again 1279|Shall shine out gaily on you gondoliers; 1279|Then, till Heaven send us a rich morrow, 1279|To tell us we are blessed, and our best; 1279|And o'er each good, happy morrow, 1279|I 'll hang the sign of the Cross above you; 1279|Then, if you please, I 'll hang the bonnie Sign, 1279|The Sign o' the True-love'd Lady, 1279|That keeps the true-love'd household, 1279|That keepeth still the wee threedia. 1279|I do wish that I were dead, and in heaven 1279|Lay like a happy bird on Sheelaco's breast, 1279|Where I could wander near the friends of my dear.-- 1279|O where would be the pleasure it could give! 1279|To know it and say, 'Come with me, and be mine!' 1279|To sing and to sigh, when at Tonbridge I was: 1279|'O leave me alone, and let me be mine.' 1279|Till death, let me be happy, and live with my dear, 1279|And never forget the woe I have caused her to live. 1279|Tune--" _The Widow's Son._ 1279|Oh, let me breathe a grateful name 1279|While my loved one sighs below, 1279|And the tears are caught--Oh, 'tis sweet, 1279|While innocence we shed! 1279|In this dim, dusky world, 1279|The tear does not in vain suffice. 1279|That e'en the blushing face may tell, 1279|Though ev'ry morn their sorrow gains, 1279|We ======================================== SAMPLE 5940 ======================================== 2620|And all the sea hath his soft sighing, 2620|The wind hath his slow breathing. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it falls slow, slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoozing. 2620|The bird above my window is singing, 2620|The leaves are bright and green 2620|And all the world for me is gay. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it falls slow, slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoing. 2620|And sweet above the wild deer bowing 2620|That roam at night along; 2620|And oh, the heart that is free from guile, 2620|And well confest with error. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it falls slow, slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoing. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it grows old; 2620|The stars their watch will keep; 2620|And oh, the heart that was born of love, 2620|And well conglaved with truth. 2620|Sweet is the sleep when it grows slow, 2620|My love and I, 2620|Under the moon a-snoing. 2620|I have a mistress that is sweet, 2620|And fair to see, and full of smiles, 2620|And a handmaid name is Maud, 2620|If that a man forget. 2620|I have a mistress that will not tire 2620|With constant striving after what I want, 2620|And she has a roof above her head, 2620|If that a man forget. 2620|I have a mistress that is neither fat, 2620|Nor neither thin, both when I see, 2620|And a handmaid name is Maud, 2620|If that a man forget. 2620|And I would be content with none but these, 2620|If that I might forget: 2620|No other handmaid I will choose, 2620|If that I might forget. 2620|I am a beggar young and frolicfuly 2620|With a mind that burns and a heart that beats; 2620|I know not what strange trouble is at hand, 2620|That I bemoan myself a beggar-boy. 2620|Thine art, my muse, to thee the tale may lend-- 2620|Thine art is the story, the man the fame! 2620|And mine was the thought, when all was over, 2620|Because, alas! I knew not she was mine: 2620|And all I had of earth had more of shame 2620|Than ever I would to my lady give. 2620|I see the pictures on thy marble walls, 2620|With portraits of rare beauty and rare wit; 2620|That I may write my song, O muse, remain 2620|For ever in thy power and my desire. 2620|I know the tale of the man that hath said it, 2620|And the woman that hath heard it, and the child 2620|That hath seen its images--and shall say nay. 2620|I write of this man, and I write of this, 2620|Forgetful, that the story I may sing; 2620|I write of this man in my song's measure, 2620|And I write the story that I shall say. 2620|And thou art my lady, and thou art the queen 2620|Of all the world, and hast the all before thee; 2620|And I will wed thee with all my might and main. 2620|Thou art the only lady that I want, 2620|I want no other lady but thee: 2620|Thou art my heart, and I would have it, too, 2620|Had I the heart of any other man, 2620|With the sweet life of any other woman. 2620|I never had a fair yet: 'tis not free; 2620|My eyes are very few, my face is very pale; 2620|It would make me fairer for my want, I wis: 2620|But I would have none better for my love. 2620|I have not had the pleasures of the past, 2620|I have not watched the sunshine that follows rain: 2620|I would rather have ======================================== SAMPLE 5950 ======================================== 1287|And the maidens danced with their arms about his neck, 1287|"My dear! I'll be your slave!" 1287|And the children followed his lead. 1287|But he was by nature untaught 1287|To work the death-dealing blow,-- 1287|So that to the maids there came a look of wonder, 1287|As they gazed on the man whose life of them slept. 1287|His heart in that hour was heavy, 1287|And he sank in death's abyss; 1287|But a faithful nurse was there, 1287|And her words soothed him in his tomb. 1287|"Now, while my soul is living, 1287|Oh hast thou left me here?" 1287|The father raised up his head, 1287|And he spoke with a smile. 1287|"Yea, I have known thy tears," said he, 1287|"Since my babe was born! 1287|And on that day when my soul 1287|Did in its season meet, 1287|It was only thee and I 1287|Who fought at the battle-plain! 1287|The death of one for the many! 1287|I was like a man whose arm 1287|No victory can gain, 1287|Who, when the enemy's life 1287|Is at an end he shares! 1287|That day, dear friend, thy love 1287|Lives with me in my heart." 1287|And he took his leave, 1287|And the maiden looked 1287|In the face of her fair child. 1287|The young man's heart was proud, 1287|And the children cried with joy, 1287|Whene'er he bade them sing. 1287|And his mother was pleased, 1287|And kissed and clasped her new-born child. 1287|"I will go with him," said he, 1287|"And we'll go before night, 1287|And when morning comes to-day, 1287|We'll be with him at day's end!" 1287|"It will be a long way 1287|To the lands of my birth, 1287|And my dear one will cry 1287|That I hasten so fast. 1287|I am like to lose my way, 1287|And I have travelled all alone." 1287|Said the maiden's darling son: 1287|"In my bed then rest, 1287|For to-morrow, to-night, 1287|We can meet again together!" 1287|Then he left her side; 1287|And the night went by. 1287|The sun grew bright, 1287|And morning broke on the land 1287|And the morning-stars are bright, 1287|But the night wanes dark, 1287|And we cannot meet again. 1287|It is a lonely life, my dear, 1287|Whom I may not see, 1287|Who I loved when so near I see,-- 1287|I must ne'er behold, 1287|With my life I must still live on, 1287|For that life's a while, 1287|Aye! the life and the sorrows are so long,-- 1287|But I may not see, 1287|'Mid the night-winds and the winds of the world, 1287|Whom I must ne'er see, 1287|For it seems I must ne'er see, my dear 1287|How the evening lengthens away. 1287|How to-day and to-morrow seem, 1287|What have I to do 1287|With to-morrow's evening-dew, 1287|What with-night's dew! 1287|Life and nature are so new 1287|To us, the creatures so fair, 1287|And so strange they prove, 1287|That they seem so ill-use'd, my dear, 1287|So hard to love, 1287|As only men of sense can find, 1287|And as false, my dear! 1287|Yet they are loved by a fairer face, 1287|Though they seem true to me; 1287|And this brief, blissful glimpse of their bliss 1287|Is still a part 1287|Of my life, and still will live on, 1287|With ======================================== SAMPLE 5960 ======================================== 8798|And those two saints, from out their bodies take 8798|The twofold nature of their Love, whose beams 8798|Impenitously into my sad heart 8798|Dipped like a fattened eagle: to my aid 8798|By them reduc'd, I was forc'd to go 8798|Constant in love, as in their substance I. 8798|"O grace elect of God!" thus much I spake, 8798|"That didst interpose thy succour! for thou 8798|There where thou standest now, must needs have tri'd 8798|With all who dwell upon the earth and sea. 8798|But, to conclude, if thou still art wish'd 8798|To look on farther, where the' inlet is 8798|Distant of Sardinia, and the' Albano 8798|Transposing, to the circle which he marks 8798|For newcomers' sight dim, he will direct 8798|Thy steps aright there, where thou shalt see 8798|Guido of Samos named, and the peers 8798|Of beggary. E'en now, I deem, they shall 8798|In few pages teach thee how the world isth' 8798|DREDDERING in filth and darkness. THOU know'st, 8798|How elsewhere in this very country I found 8798|Folk say that he had an ancestor, 8798|Who was a pilgrim, and a wanderer, and a liar. 8798|"O man, what will become of me? What 8798|Shall comfort, as I conjecture, that I look 8798|On such degrading things?" Thus I said. 8798|He turning to my guide: "Now doubt not but 8798|I can and do see what I should do. 8798|First see him who doth turn him with his words, 8798|And overtopws the rest. What! have I said 8798|That never man above him e'er did see 8798|A like discourse end?" This said, he tow'rds the head 8798|Of the first circle set his steps, and held 8798|E'en as a MAN from blindness, opening forth 8798|Section by full question, ev'ry other root 8798|Of learned theology. Oh' great dear Lord! 8798|What spirit could ask glad revelation? 8798|Such ample means to know was none, or none 8798|Used in thy bosom predestination: 8798|And such a wanting knowledge were but sin 8798|In choice, or in some first temporal lot, 8798|Or temporal LOTS, wherewith thy promised land 8798|Were scanty dealt. But, to the blessed then 8798|Of ev'ry conscience vouchsafe their aid, that done 8798|They may not, when they see me lifted up, cast 8798|Mist'ring shadows on the crozier. Hence hath heav'n 8798|Instant and perfect justice run sweetness' course, 8798|And peace upon earth. Add, that on the crozier 8798|Hath fixed the token of his holy vows, 8798|While he is sovereign." Such the moody sage 8798|And witty Iring. Then into the second circle 8798|Turn we, following the hallow'd token, who 8798|In discourse with him had turn'd. Proud boasts like these 8798|The bane of liars: vain intent, they weave 8798|Their way around another's honor, and threaten 8798|Infamy above it. "If," said he, "I rise 8798|From out the second circle, thou not then 8798|Remain'st thou dead." Thus did they converse, and 8798|Thei fervent wish that flying had severed 8798|Their frailty. As the sacred salt, whey prepareth 8798|For bleeding sheep, or goats, that wait at table, 8798|Enjoins them to abstain, so from my lips 8798|Thei did refrain, muttering together "Alas!" 8798|While I was mourning in silence, and confessing 8798|The import of what I heard, a light came 8798|So bright, and with so quick and flowing vein, 8798|I thought it Flash Samson. For the more 8798|Seeming ======================================== SAMPLE 5970 ======================================== 2622|For that, he said, he could not see. 2622|"You cannot see, I beg your pardon," 2622|He said, and shook his head; 2622|"I am the kind old man you know," 2622|He went and left her here, 2622|And turned from her her weeping eyes, 2622|As if she should behold 2622|A ghost in the old stone-walled home, 2622|And no light in the great hall 2622|Without the door left ajar, 2622|Because no light in church was then, 2622|And the bells were all suspended, 2622|All the bells suspended, 2622|And no light in the church was then 2622|(And the bells will stop now), 2622|And there's a man at the upper end 2622|Who says that no power 2622|Can bear the sight of a ghost, 2622|And a man from the lower part, 2622|And a man in the middle, 2622|And a man who does not know, 2622|And it isn't a man at all, 2622|And it isn't a woman, either, 2622|And it isn't a child that passes 2622|And it isn't a girl that passes, 2622|And it isn't an old woman that passes, 2622|It's a young man in his fifties, 2622|And his hair is white in the front, 2622|And a man's hair white in the back, 2622|And his eyes are open big and blue; 2622|It is not winter time yet! 2622|It is not winter-time at all, 2622|And Spring is coming, and it's 2622|Winter time, and Winter ways! 2622|What do you say? Oh, sir, the town is small! 2622|The houses are built of mud and stone, 2622|All the streets are paved with mud and slime, 2622|And each house has only one candle to light it; 2622|And there are only six hours in the day; 2622|What do you say? Oh, sir, to church! 2622|To church--it can't be much better far 2622|Than to church, with only six hours to play, 2622|You think you are so clever? 2622|You are just like other children--just like other-- 2622|You think that all your life you should not even think-- 2622|You are, you are stupid little wretch! 2622|Oh, I must go to bed now, I cannot stay; 2622|I cannot go to bed as I am bound to do; 2622|Away, you silly little beggar--away you go! 2622|I wish I was a little girl again, 2622|One long happy Christmas Eve with my Christmas toys; 2622|One long sweet-meeting day with my toys at play, 2622|To ring in the new year with a ringing jig, 2622|And dance upon a lime-stool, and sing a sang; 2622|And to take a long puff from my poor old pipe, 2622|And curl into curls, and rock in luxurious rings; 2622|And to climb upon my daddy's high chair-stool, 2622|And spread out in fancy feather-dazzle fashion, 2622|And dip into daddy's pudding-fridge for cream, 2622|And for nicest ginger-squares to the heavens to go,-- 2622|Oh, such a pretty dream! Only think! 2622|And think it over, dear, I pray, and never dream it again! 2622|"We are all very tired, 2622|We are all very tired, 2622|And must be went to bed, 2622|For the winds can scarcely be stirred, 2622|And the flies are scarce alive, 2622|And must be gone to bed, 2622|When the flies are dead, and the cold night wind 2622|Hurries us away, 2622|When the flies are far astray 2622|And the wind can send us on our way 2622|Without a pause. 2622|We are all quite tired, 2622|We are all quite tired, 2622|And must be gone to bed, 2622|For the winds can scarcely be stirred, 2622| ======================================== SAMPLE 5980 ======================================== 2997|And this one was a man, I think? 2997|His beard was black -- dark -- 2997|Though so much weight of hair he had 2997|I'd forgotten to count. 2997|And he had a mouth like an old car on ice, 2997|With a long cheek and a mouth hot-lipped, 2997|And a round eye where a lightning flash 2997|Seemed light as a flash of sun, 2997|And a voice that never faltered, nor paused or moved 2997|When he was speaking on the main 2997|And ever was in command. 2997|"What matters the colour of your hair? 2997|It might be worth more than a bower 2997|'Twixt them and the moon. 2997|"What matters the tongue of your lips? 2997|There may come a time when you should 2997|Make them one kiss. 2997|"What matters the colours of your eyes? 2997|There are hours of night 2997|When you should not close a dream, 2997|Or look on the world." 2997|A sudden wind went down the sea, 2997|And the sea-winds rose, 2997|And the wind in a hollow hillock 2997|Roared like a lion's roar, 2997|And the night was brightening like a summer day. 2997|Then I said, "Oh, look not so red! 2997|I'm quite a different matter: 2997|That's you," I said. 2997|A great sail went; on it came 2997|A boat to carry a queen. 2997|"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" she cried. 2997|"It's you!" she cried, "It's me!" 2997|And we shook hands and we parted, 2997|When the wind came down at last. 2997|"There's nothing to tell, that boat or you." 2997|And then she said, "Oh, dear! 2997|My love's dead." 2997|And I said, "Not a hair of your head 2997|Bends when the wind blows." 2997|And she said, "I'm dead!" 2997|Then she leaned her cheek to my knee 2997|And said, "Oh, dear, I'm dead!" 2997|And I said, "I will find you dead." 2997|And she said, "I'll come into this room!" 2997|And I answered that I'd come, 2997|And she said, "I'll come into this room." 2997|And I said the words I came, "Come in, come in!" 2997|And we kissed the cheeks of the dead, 2997|And I said, "I've found her dead." 2997|Then she cried out: "Oh, dear! 2997|You must come in." 2997|And I said, "I'll come in!" 2997|And we kissed the cheeks of the dead. 2997|And we came and looked at her head, 2997|We found her eyes were sad, 2997|And we wondered why she cried, 2997|When the last of her lips was said. 2997|And we knelt beside her bed, 2997|And we said--"My dear, she's dead. 2997|The dead are proud, and we have died, 2997|And we have kissed their head" 2997|And we saw her there to die 2997|And we knew. 2997|There's something so strange here!-- 2997|A dog, a dog, 2997|A dog, a dog, 2997|I would sit and sniff 2997|The air for him to give 2997|It's only air, sir, 2997|And the winds are so rude, though they do blow 2997|No breeze that's strong, sir, 2997|But he'd stop, on his road-- 2997|A-singing "Gee! Woo!" 2997|I would sit and sniff-- 2997|So soft, and so calm; 2997|But the wind's fierce and free 2997|And he drives me a-barking out of breath, sir-- 2997|And the leaves fall, sir, 2997|And the leaves fall 2997|Over my head, sir, 2997|"The dead are so ======================================== SAMPLE 5990 ======================================== 1304|In the midst of the wan light. 1304|O, my lover, my own, 1304|That with thee I cannot live! 1304|O, wert thou but come! 1304|How sweet at the time of roses lay'd the breath 1304|Of the flower of lovers. He that loves a flame 1304|Must make it a fire, and break its light upon 1304|The heart of another; but thou hold'st it fast 1304|By a softness, a charm, a softness, a charm! 1304|And thou art a charm, and a light for my love. 1304|I cannot live without thee: I languish and die, 1304|As a lily dies, by night, or a rose by day; 1304|And I love--but--what am I saying? love's a worm: 1304|Thyself shalt find out the secret how to win thee. 1304|O, speak--but speak in the ear of thy heart, not in mine! 1304|She look'd at him, and thought she did not speak; she said 1304|That she loved; that it could not be then denied; 1304|Loved him, and the same in me? but for what? 1304|To make me forget all else but thee? 1304|Weep not, my soul, for palmers and maids; 1304|Let fall thy tears as mourner should; 1304|The body is not dead till the soul be laid 1304|Within the body, and nothing said. 1304|There is always time for prayer, says God. 1304|She saw him, and she wept; said she--ah, true! 1304|Then went with folded hands and a wan, lost brow, 1304|To lie in her coffin, and sleep like a stone. 1304|The night-wind, low and muffling, 1304|Shook the broken mould in silence; 1304|So the deep voice rose, and sang 1304|'I love thee': he stood there, mute, the while. 1304|She, once so radiant, like a star, 1304|Shone the dark wood in darkening blue: 1304|She, once so fair, stood where the night 1304|Had never left a mark; but now 1304|She was gone, the night had faded so far out of her way, 1304|It had become so dull and dull, it had grown so dreary close, 1304|It had grown so dreary and lonely and weary, it seemed like shame, 1304|'Tis the last rose, O my lover 1304|That stood there, full of dreams and love! 1304|It is only half of May, and yet 1304|The trees were beautiful to see; 1304|The woods, that always smiled, and make 1304|The garden of the world to me. 1304|My arms were white, but not so white 1304|As the flowers in the wood; 1304|'Twas the green and leafy earth, they 1304|Who made me fair to look on. 1304|I did not know, it must be so-- 1304|I feel so glad and gay, 1304|When I, the poor spirit, cross the 1304|Unhappy streams of God. 1304|It was not the winds my lover 1304|That did my sorrow wrong; 1304|Nor was the moonlight's silver line 1304|The voice God did not hear. 1304|My heart was wet with his sweet 1304|Pure sorrows, that he knew: 1304|My heart was dark, but God was bright, 1304|Nor could I call it dark for me. 1304|O my lover, what wouldst thou 1304|With the night and day for me? 1304|Thy brow's white shadow, and thy cheek 1304|So pale in the moonlight bright. 1304|Then, what was it made thee pale? 1304|There is light that can destroy thee-- 1304|I have the night to make me strong, 1304|A light to make me happy. 1304|She that is last of all the train 1304|Of my lost Love's friends, last, best, 1304|Who mourn and speak in silence here, 1304|The same poor sigh for him will grieve, 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 6000 ======================================== 9578|With the first of thousands that arrived in that year, 9578|And those who stood about the crowded pier, 9578|To watch the ships go by. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen, 9578|And the calm of a summer's day passed by, 9578|Ere the morning sun was shining on them all, 9578|And the surf was on the strand. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|And they haled away to the shingly beach, 9578|The dead and the living; some on to sleep 9578|And some to the water-side 9578|Where brooded the fur-clad seamen. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|And now the coming of that coming year 9578|Gives back the champions of the armed drill, 9578|The gray-beard roughs, the green-co-warriors bold, 9578|The white-faced drill instructors. 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|O fools that we, being but stone, should shrink 9578|From bearing sternly for our truth its load 9578|The pains and toil of self-denial, 9578|From hunger and weariness of martyrdom 9578|The hope of glory in defeat! 9578|Let us lift up our eyes to the far-off stars, 9578|And see what their gleams can tell, 9578|Of the good fight in defeat,--the struggle won, 9578|The victory of the right! 9578|For a year and a day, 9578|The sea at last gave up its weary queen. 9578|A VISITATION. In the field behind the Hale House 9578|the moon was setting. 9578|Through the open kitchen window, overhead, 9578|the moon was shining. 9578|Through the broken gateway, wide and high, 9578|it streamed and glittered in the light. 9578|But beyond, the long, long shadows curled 9578|and gathered, with a cast-heavy sweep, 9578|so that the garden that was so green and fair 9578|was wrapped in a wintry pall. 9578|And over all, with a cast-heavy sweep 9578|the long, long shadows curled and gathered, 9578|so that the garden was wrapped in a wintry pall. 9578|Then out spoke the garden gatekeeper, he cried, 9578|"Open the garden now; I hear the stillness breaking!" 9578|A CITY GUARDIAN. Portraits of well-known characters from the 9578|poems "The Children's Hour" 9578|In a city guarded by the sword and shield, 9578|Is it a dream, O ye stars, or is it truth? 9578|"Guardian of the garden" is a proper title, for this is a 9578|guardiana taberna. 9578|When all this was clear, 9578|And I felt the secure protection of that wall, 9578|And when I remembered you, my countrymen, 9578|I wept aloud; for what was this I had done, 9578|This that I dared not open, lest I lose my soul 9578|That hour: but lo! I had at last accomplished death. 9578|When I have finished, ye. 9578|Ye still abide 9578|In your hexameters, 9578|And your rhyming tunes, in which the little birds, 9578|Forgotten all else, sing a brief note of truth 9578|In your high strain: but oh! I am weary 9578|Of wailing thro' a summer night. 9578|For alas! 9578|I must now confess 9578|That my rhymes are hurt; 9578|And the noise of those tiresome voices near, 9578|Even with my dreams, are a heavy wrong 9578|To a spirit bold and free, 9578|Whose fires are radiant at the sight of light, 9578|And to dare the unknown far 9578|Crowns with bright fame the man who reaches there. 9578|FOR THE LOVE OF FL ======================================== SAMPLE 6010 ======================================== 29378|You'll be to me like, oh, my dear, 29378|The bird in the bush." 29378|The little white paper to the left of the stove 29378|Was the daily newspaper, and hung on the rafter 29378|Where it hung so long from the rafter of the window 29378|They were not sure if it was torn from the window 29378|With the little white paper to the left of the stove, 29378|But they thought that it must be the "Greenback Times," 29378|A paper of little weight, and black and so so 29378|About the town, I think, in their old country house. 29378|So little and so mighty and so grand was the paper, 29378|They thought it would never be out of the way, 29378|Or have the slightest chance to get it in the way, 29378|So they stuck it on the top of the rafter 29378|And tried hard to do it with the ease. 29378|When once it was near the stoves it became a "Goosey," 29378|And soon their feet would be glad of the hot spot. 29378|Then up in the attic, when my dear and I 29378|Had the paper to read, we went through the papers, 29378|And then we sat down upon the rafter, 29378|And warmed our hands with the paper that we found there; 29378|And as we felt it, my dear, we thought of the goosey, 29378|But the old clock was far the fittest place for it. 29378|For underneath the furrow, you know, is the drawer 29378|Where the newspaper was put when we left it behind; 29378|And so, it was best to go fast and put it away, 29378|And made our hearts beat too, my dear, and glad. 29378|Then we looked up and down the attic dim, 29378|Up and down the hallway, and took everything in; 29378|We tore all the papers to find the paper rolls, 29378|And set a handful with the roll in "the back." 29378|And then the clocks started ticking, one and all, 29378|And all the walls began to ring, my dear; 29378|And then the bells began to ring, and then the clappers, 29378|And all our hearts were big with delight. 29378|For "the clocks, the clocks," I cried, "were ever set 29378|For the pleasure of the clock in the morning?" 29378|And her eyes were bright as the eyes of the china, my dear, 29378|And she said "of course;" and that's why she thought so. 29378|But at last, my dear, she came back in the evening, 29378|And she was very tired, I think, or the day long had come. 29378|She looked at the papers and nothing was there; 29378|But a paper in black looked very carefully, 29378|And "The Times," said "the Times;" and there was "The Sun;" 29378|And I opened it and read the first line: 29378|"The Times" and "The Sun" and "The Times;" 29378|It was only a list, my dear, in a pretty row, 29378|And "THE MAN" set down at the top, but they said--and I didn't say-- 29378|But it was "The Morning Post" in front of it;-- 29378|And I knew then that "THE SINGLE" (as they call it now) 29378|Is very likely to be right. 29378|For they were all set out in a row, and each hand was white, 29378|And "The Man" was set with "THE SINGLE" right above it; 29378|And "THE SINGLE," "THE SINGLE," "THE SINGLE" and "THE SINGLE." 29378|And then I looked up and down the attic dim, 29378|And down the walk and down the old street, 29378|And I heard the clang and the clatter--they clung to the rafters 29378|and they squeezed out all the way through; 29378|But the paper that hung on the rafters couldn't outrun them; 29378|And the clocks and the clocks started to chime the "clock," my dear, 29378|And then "THE SINGLE" was a jig, ======================================== SAMPLE 6020 ======================================== 3028|By the same light in whom they met, and 3028|The same sight on whom they met. 3028|Now on my death-bed I feel, I know, 3028|The sure wrath of fate come o'er me; 3028|I am at least contented be; 3028|I did not think it so in my life. 3028|And as their names are here, I take 3028|My soul's comfort, I my body's lot: 3028|My body must be damned and cast 3028|Under the feet of Hell; 3028|Thou hast destroyed my body, 3028|And this my body's torment's writ, 3028|The body has no other way: 3028|My friends' bodies and mine own, 3028|I do beseech thee, take from me, 3028|That I may find another way. 3028|Behold, thou art my other end, 3028|My body, body, body at the last. 3028|How shall I live a second time, 3028|So in some other body die? 3028|For the love of things and men 3028|There is no other refuge here. 3028|So at the last death comes to me, 3028|And death comes with a sudden pain; 3028|If I know another way 3028|To suffer in my body's woe, 3028|Or to die in love of man, 3028|Or in such other way to die, 3028|My body's torment is made straight. 3028|My death is not the death of God 3028|Unless the soul be left to it: 3028|A second death from death comes on; 3028|Then is my death no death at all; 3028|For the love or hate, there is no other way, 3028|But in our body's torment let us lie. 3028|There is no death but in the way 3028|Of our love, the love that saves, 3028|And my first death for my second too: 3028|The man of a second life dies, 3028|While the soul of a second sleeps. 3028|Heaven's blessing is my prison, 3028|For my body and my soul, 3028|To both in that one prison bound; 3028|And the very air he draws 3028|Is but my body's breath: 3028|In that one iron dungeon so, 3028|As all my friends will ever say; 3028|There they lie as we, and all 3028|May live for one of those six days. 3028|But he must rise at length, and seek 3028|And search in pain all day 3028|Those great realms, and that great sun, 3028|While his body's pain he bears. 3028|To this great world his way 3028|Was never turn'd at all; 3028|He could not turn to me; 3028|His way was far, and rough, and steep. 3028|Nor was it so strange or strange 3028|By other hands the tale abroad: 3028|Yet it seemed not strange that he 3028|Might hope and hope that some one else 3028|Might come to see his body's grave. 3028|And if he came, the same 3028|I say, that all the world 3028|Should praise and well him, and rejoice-- 3028|That none might do that which was done. 3028|But if a chance should come to me 3028|To show for my body's grave 3028|A man, or woman, or a child, 3028|A man, or woman of their line; 3028|Or him and his to see 3028|(For I could never be 3028|With all of God to look on him), 3028|This man, for such a child should be, 3028|This woman, for such a man, 3028|This child for such a maiden bred; 3028|And this that he and his should go, 3028|And that they might, without a fare. 3028|As well do they that come to see 3028|The grave of him they loved, 3028|Go to that grave, and find, and trace 3028|By hand the very things, 3028|That have been, and will be, and were. 3028|That which she gave ======================================== SAMPLE 6030 ======================================== 27221|And all our friends are lost; 27221|Nor e'er is found the maiden, 27221|Nor the sweet maid alone 27221|Whose heart I'll never know, 27221|Who will not, in this world, fear 27221|A heart so kind, so true, 27221|As blest by the trust I'll leave 27221|The faithful youth I loved. 27221|But let him learn to meet with me 27221|His latest mail and mane; 27221|But still my heart's the sacred dome, 27221|And its own walls are the Sea. 27221|Thou hast enchained me safe 27221|To the mother of my race, 27221|And all who have adored me, 27221|In the joyous days of yore. 27221|My father oft hath called me 27221|My native land, and I am he. 27221|Oh! let me wander through the groves 27221|Where my loved sires are long dead, 27221|Till I learn to trace their steps no more, 27221|That name, with every dear delight. 27221|But when my heart has found completion 27221|In the truth that I have learned, 27221|Then let a pure and holy love 27221|To the old lands again return. 27221|'Twas on a day when all the throes of spring 27221|Were in their prime; 27221|The throes of love and of regret, 27221|Both from ourselves and from our loves. 27221|The forest-trees we saw, in beauty dressed, 27221|As on the breeze 27221|They, with soft strainings and playful wrangs, 27221|Fling sighs around; 27221|Or o'er the white-fox's hollow spread, 27221|With playful wiles, 27221|Their tender fruit, on heaps so high, 27221|That far and wide 27221|The fruit-tree seemed the harbinger of care. 27221|'Twas on a day when all the throes of spring 27221|Had won release; 27221|Our hearts were filled with bliss at the thought, 27221|And the old pain 27221|Forgot its chains and died in our souls again. 27221|Oh, could I hear thee still, sweet bird! 27221|And see thee in the dewy fields; 27221|Oh, could I hear thee, and teach thee, too, 27221|The sounds that charm, and the words that teach; 27221|If but the sound of thy familiar voice, 27221|And not the tongue, would convey my thought! 27221|But thou hadst heard,--a faithful friend,-- 27221|And loved thee like a sister ought; 27221|And hadst taught thee, when I lost thee, tenderly: 27221|Yet, though my song is as sweet to thee, 27221|As thy song, the memory of me, 27221|And not the form, should ever replace 27221|My image from thine eyes, my love,-- 27221|The form that ever shines on thine 27221|While I recall all I missed of thee. 27221|What tho' thy lay is as deep as can be,-- 27221|Not the sound of the sea 27221|Is deep; that lay is of the soul. 27221|For every chord, that will soar from the mind, 27221|To the full-blown lay, 27221|And with a voice, of its own, to tell 27221|How the soul, in its rapt spirits, doth beat. 27221|'Tis in thy look, tho' dark and of graceless kind, 27221|And the air, of the deep 27221|Where, we find, no sun, on her bosom, beams, 27221|To show her beauty; 27221|Thy look, thy look are all of the stern 27221|'Twas in the heart of my Love to be found; 27221|There the voice, which was silent, doth speak, 27221|Yet she can say nought, 27221|So doth speak with a look like thine, 27221|Sweet bird, by thy sweet beak I'll bite, 27221|Thy eyes will follow in my thought, 27221|My heart in thee; 27221|But, dear ======================================== SAMPLE 6040 ======================================== 8187|A child's wail! A child's breath! A mother's death! 8187|Hail to the victors, whom the world has scorned, 8187|Who, on the morrow to defeat, in a breath, 8187|Their naked, bloody arms will spread for arms, 8187|And raise up the phalanx against the foes. 8187|Hail to the brave, in whose vast firmament 8187|The God of Battles, as a foe, is dead; 8187|Who, like the God of Wisdom, in the rocks, 8187|Shall shake his iron spear against the foes, 8187|And guard the citadel for evermore! 8187|When all, beneath the thundering guns, 8187|Of earth and ocean, sky, and air, 8187|Shall join in one universal crash, 8187|And all that's left of all shall lie 8187|Beneath the flaming sword of one great God, 8187|Oh! when that thundering hell shall cease, 8187|And all that's good, and all that's fair, 8187|Shall lie together on the grave of light, 8187|Like clouds in water--shall the world arise 8187|And shine in glory from this darkness! 8187| Then, at least, the great _Babel_ of our song, 8187|May be in these words noted as dear as ever:-- 8187|"The sun, 'tis said, no other sun can shine, 8187|No other sun ever could be set; 8187|But, when the sword of destiny is laid 8187|Upon our heads, and Fate's might be thine!" 8187|The great _Babel's_ o'er the seas, 8187|By brave _France_'s _trident_ led; 8187|The great _Babel_, with the sword of flame, 8187|Is now to guard them both. 8187|Our land, the fair _Belgarian_ led, 8187|With _Napoleon_'s fame; 8187|Our flag that now must be but said 8187|_Babel_'s flag to-day. 8187|Then, hail! hail _London_'s _golden arch_, 8187|In which the brave _Brittaine_ dwells, 8187|When _Hasten_'s _England's_ _golden day_-- 8187|When all that's brave, and pure, and good, 8187|Shall proudly show their _brass_'s strength. 8187|The great _Babel's_ glory! if in vain 8187|My plaintive lays are heard in pow'r; 8187|If _Rome_'s proud, _Babylonia's_ fair, 8187|No trace, nor mark, my song can have-- 8187|Hail, _London_! hail, _London_! hail, 8187|O'er all your _Britannia's_ fame. 8187| And now that manhood's brightest hour is nigh, 8187|The "bronze-star" of our youth--how can it be, 8187|But that some dream of glory in our future morn-- 8187|Of glory--like that _Roman_ in his youth, 8187|And so, when youth is fled, may manly age come? 8187|Let none, at night, a dream like that of _Hans Marck_, 8187|Of _Babel's_ heroes--of that _Victor Hugo_, 8187|Descend in heaven, if he, to earth's renown, 8187|Can write, without pride of _Napoleon_'s name, 8187|Such _Babel's_ story as the _Victor Lully_ told; 8187|And thus, each morning's _London Times_ in praise 8187|Of _her_ shall move, while one by _one_ may rhyme. 8187|But if some better _young_ minds can lift up the Muse 8187|To call the _Britannian_'s _glory_ up to heaven, 8187|How much, I will not doubt, the great _Babel_ must be 8187|What she must be, who, born of Great Britain's skies! 8187|And, in a world of lies, how happy,--how blest! 8187|She, ======================================== SAMPLE 6050 ======================================== 24679|She saw him in that lonely heaven, 24679|As in the palace he came out. 24679|At her side, a pale Queen with rose, 24679|On that far hill-top stood, like Death, 24679|He said, to that poor mortal, nay, 24679|In that fair palace, "You must 24679|Toil; but I am happy here. 24679|"And as I live, I will not leave 24679|This land so fair and lovely; 24679|But will stay, and I will teach you 24679|Your path, my child: or else I’ll go, 24679|And come again, and lead you 24679|To my palace, where, your heart to mine, 24679|You are not lost, nor lonely." 24679|So said she; and, with roseate glow, 24679|He left her in that sweet, glad land. 24679|There, in his breast that love will find, 24679|The soul its dream will find; 24679|And Love, and Duty, stand above 24679|The heart, and will comfort it. 24679|And so, in those dear eyes, he kneeled, 24679|And clasped an infant’s hand; 24679|And in the deeps of pain and joy 24679|He made his baby pray. 24679|And there was pity in that smile,— 24679|’Mid stars it flashed—that day. 24679|’Mong those who saw him fall that day, 24679|The child was there who strode 24679|O’er that bleak hillside, with drooping head. 24679|Yet still, in that sweet soul’s delight ( 24679|‘Mother! O mother, tell!’ cried she), 24679|‘I see a smile, a smile upon her face! 24679|My eyes behold a smile of God; 24679|And now a smile shall guide me o’er the dark!’ 24679|Aye; o’er that mount, o’ercircles the peak, 24679|A bright, wide smile, like radiant dawn 24679|On sun-gilded skies. At the deep heart of a dell 24679|Of azure pearl, all glimmer’d in the beam 24679|Of fissures of the moon, there stood 24679|An oriole, as fair as on beam belted 24679|With silver; while the star that lit it 24679|Had never shone of mortal thing but in 24679|The sky-light of a dream. A little moth, 24679|With wing like a starry beacon bright, 24679|Threw white-winged powder on his face 24679|Of rose and violet. 24679|Oh, the moon’s pale glory! 24679|And the soft, moon-bright skies! 24679|The gentle, mellow music of the sea, 24679|The starry radiance! 24679|And all the charm of time. 24679|And all those heavenly things, 24679|That come down from the skies. 24679|‘And I had dreams,’ I said, ‘all like to make 24679|All night thy night. And where thy dream’s true trace, 24679|All night my night, my morning of the rose 24679|Was. Like to what I waked, the thought, I ween, 24679|‘There will the morn arise,’ I murmured 24679|Aye, as I said, ’through her lattice-mirk 24679|To break and pierce each reef of dew, 24679|Or the moon from her ocean port will stride 24679|O’er the dead calm to the grave. And I thought, 24679|And you, and all you and I, shall know 24679|That night is waking, and that in that land 24679|She dwells and it is ever year, 24679|But all I dreamt had nothing of the light 24679|(Ere it came to me) of that dawn. 24679|Yet even so, in the sweet moonlight, 24679|Of the night, no star so bright I wist. 24679|But when the sun drew near, 24679|My thought arose, “It is night yet.” ======================================== SAMPLE 6060 ======================================== 28591|But when the hour comes for thee to give, 28591|Canst thou go on forever with content? 28591|Let the joyous soul of man be 28591|No higher than that through which it came, 28591|That through whose light it is permitted 28591|Thy work to go through to the finish'd work. 28591|How long wilt thou plod the earth with 28591|Thy weary feet? 28591|What is it to be free? O no, not this; 28591|Not this to thee. 28591|That thou mayst rise in glory when 28591|Thy days are done. 28591|Thou shalt go up in fleets of fire, 28591|Or wait, by the wayside, the coming storm, 28591|And bear on high the morning's signal-globe; 28591|But not, like thee, to thy true home and God. 28591|Thou, with thy love's deep fervour blest, 28591|Languish at the dawn for rest; 28591|But he the weary, lost pilgrim, 28591|Sick of life's toil, and lone, and worn, 28591|Hath passed through the world's great journey o'er, 28591|And come to his true home at last. 28591|Thou hast gone on from Babel's tongue, 28591|Through Tyre's and Sidon's tangled maze; 28591|Where has been heaven's old earlite, 28591|When thou hast crossed the sea? 28591|Thou hast gone as from a dream gone by; 28591|By Tyre's sands, on Sidon's heights, 28591|Have heard my people pray: 28591|"God's still at hand, and we shall rise 28591|From this dark earth! Thou art not fled! 28591|God's day is red above us all; 28591|But not, like thee, to Thy true home and God." 28591|The love I bear thee may not last; 28591|The hope thou lovest, all is fled: 28591|But I bear on faith and hope to wait 28591|To see its rising. I am not sad nor sad. 28591|No other God in heaven has power 28591|To take or change my purpose or my will. 28591|I can but be thy helper, 28591|And by the love that thee doth show 28591|My life shall be more sweet, 28591|In some way or other, 28591|Than all my daily toiling could foretell. 28591|And when I've done in thee 28591|The best I can, or think I can, 28591|I cannot choose but smile. 28591|No other God has power 28591|To change or change thy plans; 28591|But man doth strive in vain 28591|In this our life, 28591|The world doth well before him stand, and stand. 28591|What though I fail in part? At heart 28591|My soul still loves thee, for it knows 28591|It cannot be otherwise. 28591|Thou art my life, my heart, my soul, 28591|The only life that I have. 28591|My God is near me everywhere. 28591|I see God every day. 28591|I find Him everywhere. 28591|He is as near as any one. 28591|My soul is like a flower; 28591|His is the light and shade 28591|That ever blossom'd from his hand. 28591|My heart is very dear, 28591|My soul more sweet than wine; 28591|I do not think of it, I cannot tell a lie, 28591|What can I hope, what can I fear? 28591|And I am glad, for what else can I be glad of? 28591|My God is near. He is all to me, 28591|My very life is all to him; 28591|I find him everywhere. 28591|In him the path of life is clean. 28591|In him the strength of manhood strong. 28591|In him the heart of woman's pride. 28591|He takes my heart and makes it whole; 28591|He makes it whole and gives it joy. 28591|He gave me life, and death; 28591|I die with him. 28591|My heart ======================================== SAMPLE 6070 ======================================== 19482|Hath made him a man. 19482|A good man, in the man, 19482|The Devil was born! 19482|As he was born of a mother of 19482|Honey and milk and water, 19482|The Devil must have it from her, 19482|That would make him a fool, 19482|For he will come to his face. 19482|Himself did God create-- 19482|And, by the way that men 19482|See not, he was taken straightway, 19482|In the most wicked place, 19482|To stand a man within, 19482|And a monster in, 19482|For the sin of his youth. 19482|Therefore, I wonder if he is 19482|From the Devil created, 19482|Or if God himself, in 19482|The making of a man, 19482|To a man a cursed and cursed, 19482|And a devil in his face, 19482|Created the man, 19482|And made the Devil, to stand 19482|All over and about, 19482|As his mouth and chin and head, 19482|While he's a sitting, lying, dead, 19482|In the place he used to sit, 19482|So the Devil can be lying still 19482|While his body he makes man. 19482|And the man, which of his body stands 19482|Is a man; and the man in God 19482|Is God and the Devil stand 19482|As a man in the man in a triangle, 19482|As a boy in a boy's body round, 19482|As a man in a man's body round, 19482|As a man in a man's body round, 19482|As his own body in God. 19482|As his own body, he is free, 19482|As his body, he, and the Devil; 19482|One and the same, they are naught; 19482|So, he is free, if it please you, 19482|At this moment, to lie down. 19482|I have learned a lesson, a lesson not new, as I may well say, 19482|From the Devil in his own house in a fit of passion. 19482|I shall speak to him to-morrow or to you in turn, 19482|Of the course that I intend to take upon my journey. 19482|And it is time that I should make it manifest; 19482|Too long, I confess, is the story of the Devil. 19482|Now I am coming like a meteor and I'm going to show 19482|To a wider world, what I know of the process and the plan, 19482|Who was the first-born Angel, and who was the Duke of the realm, 19482|Of the kingdoms which were to follow him by accords large. 19482|Then I'll tell you how the Devil came to be, or like him, or none; 19482|Why he was so fond of a lady, the Angel of the Lord, 19482|And that his mother was Eve, his earthly mother, dead, 19482|Whose name is now the name of a proverb, a song, a poem. 19482|I could tell you of a great battle, a great and wondrous scene, 19482|At which the armies of the Lord, and armies of his power 19482|Battled upon an island in the waters of the river Euphrates. 19482|And when the Angel of God was giving strength and might to one 19482|Out of the sea, the Devil was thrown from his cloud, 19482|And from his state of bondage was raised to a higher plane. 19482|I have learned from a story of a man, whose name was Thomas, 19482|That his brother's and the Devil's was their mothers as well; 19482|And that by the will of our God, they were joined with the hand 19482|Of a brotherhood, which was never more than a day or month. 19482|So I must say at the meeting of spirits and of powers, 19482|They had met, and stood united to the last comb. 19482|They were all united, for death was powerless to sever 19482|The bands which were knit together by the holy word of God. 19486|All rights reserved_ 19486|Invisible Paternoster, o'er our gloomy fane, 19486|Heaven's ======================================== SAMPLE 6080 ======================================== 1365|With the sweet-breathed oarsmen of the ships. 1365|On the hill the red sun sets behind the forests; 1365|The birds awake from their slumbers in the trees, 1365|And the long cloud floats up, and spreads its purple folds 1365|On the white shoulder of the still, broad sea. 1365|The sails of the mariners curl slowly into curls, 1365|As they curl on the wind among their tangled leaves; 1365|And there is silence like the soundless silence of dreams, 1365|When the seaman sits with his eyes above the sea. 1365|Pellicent the day is turning; the skies are white 1365|With the splendors of the sun, and the sails glow with red. 1365|From land to land and from sea to sea we sail 1365|With the swiftness of the wind and the will to go. 1365|Pellicent! in what enchanted land, 1365|Have we not gone astray the weary toil 1365|That makes us tire with sea and of the sky? 1365|Evermore leaping on those shores at will, 1365|From land to land and back again; 1365|Evermore onward to the lonely Cape, 1365|Where the far waters roll between; 1365|Still on forever, toward the northern East, 1365|Where the winds and the snow-flakes meet, 1365|Never a land-mark nor a living thing that we 1365|Have not explored, and traversed with joy. 1365|Pillared with gold, the harbor of the night-king, 1365|Pillared from red with the blood of the slave, 1365|Cape of arms, of the sash through all the lands, 1365|I sail with thee; 1365|Ever the one thing in all the world dear 1365|The only thing, the only good, 1365|Thy name; 1365|And always that name in sweet and sound and light 1365|Sings the singer through the nights and days 1365|I sail with thee; 1365|The light is but the breath of the night-king dim, 1365|The hour is but the whisper of the sea; 1365|All, all is only the song of the South-Sea 1365|Song-sweet, 1365|Singing the song by many a hidden stream 1365|That in the far-away, silent sea, the sea-king 1365|Drowns in his might. 1365|I sail with thee; 1365|I see all things, and all is fair! 1365|My sail is full of the breath of the night-king, 1365|The morning is full of the cry of the sea; 1365|Thy light is but the breath of the night-king gray, 1365|Thy sun is but the breath of the sky. 1365|All day I sail with thee, 1365|All day my sail is bright; 1365|Yet, for all, the South-Sea's song is sweetest 1365|Of all the breath of the sweetest of the day. 1365|Now all the ways of the South-Sea are one, 1365|And when we come to the strait that is full of dreams, 1365|Then all is one, 1365|And no foot has gone astray for fear! 1365|And now the South, the great South-Sea, is come 1365|To the strait, 1365|And now I hear the sound of its cries and howls, 1365|Again, again, I hear the scream of its waves, 1365|The great, long, storm-beaten wave that is rolling 1365|On towards the strait. 1365|I hear, I hear, 1365|A roar of the sea-shore and an echo answer; 1365|And, when the wind is high, a loud, loud roar 1365|Of the waves again! 1365|The wind is fair, 1365|To the East the sky is sweet; 1365|The wind sings of the land like a bird in the trees; 1365|The trees sing in their song, the winds sing of the sea; 1365|And the water of God answers their voices as one! 1365|O joy of the South-Sea-side! O sound of sea-birds 1365|On the waves, and in the sky! ======================================== SAMPLE 6090 ======================================== 5186|On the grass did he stand, 5186|On a clump of young oaks he sat, 5186|And a silvery bird was calling, 5186|Thus a bird was singing 5186|And a white-breast, singing, 5186|Flew toward the sky-vault, 5186|Flew toward the heaven-vault, 5186|Singing of the mermaids, 5186|Singing of the cradles, 5186|Who should win to Pohya? 5186|Who should stand by Love's side, 5186|Whose right hand should touch Love's way? 5186|'Tis the lovely Swallow, 5186|Beautiful, and tender, 5186|Comes the tender Swan to meet her, 5186|Makes the Maiden's pathway, 5186|Carrying maiden's blessings, 5186|Turns the cradling branches, 5186|Hastens over Love's way. 5186|"Joy," cries the Maiden, 5186|"Swallows are born beneath my cloak, 5186|In my mystic womb I bring them, 5186|To my home in Northland, 5186|With my wondrous Love-cups filled." 5186|"Joy," cries the Maiden, 5186|"Swallows are born within my breast, 5186|In my secret chamber, 5186|With the care of Death and Disease; 5186|When the bearer goes to battle, 5186|When the cup is carried hither, 5186|Goes for battle-blood to battle, 5186|Goes for life and death-dangers, 5186|For the life of heroes; 5186|Oftentimes do I go for funning, 5186|For a fight with rival heroes, 5186|Goes to view combat-fury, 5186|Goes upon the spear-fixt play-days, 5186|Hastens through the theatric billows." 5186|Thus the Maiden answered 5186|With her lips, as maiden white: 5186|"Easy it is to leave one's home, 5186|Hasten to the Northland-tramps, 5186|From one's father's lands to seek one's kindred, 5186|Seek one's mother's birthplace; 5186|Very easy it is to wander 5186|From the homes one loves the most, 5186|To the mighty Northland-tramps, 5186|One's own land and country. 5186|There's little need to seek for kindred, 5186|For one's home is waiting, 5186|Waits for one's kindred." 5186|Thereupon the youth, Pohja, 5186|As before, attends his wishes, 5186|Heets his wishes fulfill; 5186|Quick the mermaid's locks of silver 5186|Ring about his shoulders; 5186|Fast enswirls his silver locks 5186|In the water-sparks of copper; 5186|As he floats along, water 5186|Floats before his steps in mists, 5186|In the salt-sea billows; 5186|Oftentimes does the mermaid 5186|Hear his steps in brooks and river, 5186|Singing as she stoops and RISES, 5186|Heavier stream, deeper current, 5186|As he wanders farther northward, 5186|Breaks his way through fen and forest, 5186|O'er the leagues of Kalevala, 5186|Through the salt-sea billows. 5186|O'er the farther gap of ocean, 5186|Now this laden chest of trembling 5186|Hangs upon this birch-tree's bough; 5186|O'er these leagues of ocean, 5186|Now this trunk is lifted, swaying; 5186|Soon this trunk will fall to pieces 5186|In the falling of another, 5186|In the arms of Pohya's queen. 5186|"Let the trunk come crumbling down, 5186|Let it fall in pieces down; 5186|Let the birch-bark be broken, 5186|Let the branches split asunder; 5186|Thus it was that good Jumala 5186|Wrought the wonders of his power 5186|On the lower planes of existence, 5186| ======================================== SAMPLE 6100 ======================================== I know thee what thou art, 27179|For thou shalt ever sing to me 27179|As does thy father, even on mine ear. 27179|The wind of summer-time 27179|Makes it call; 27179|I cannot hear it. 27179|If ever thou didst raise to me 27179|Thine lips of blue, 27179|How could I know 27179|That thou art true, 27179|Thy mother, old? 27179|O, how could I? 27179|For never a sound of it 27179|Was there, 27179|But a voice 27179|Of the wind 27179|Calling down, 27179|Forlorn and low, 27179|Upon the grass. 27179|Thy cheeks look fresh 27179|As the dew, 27179|Forgotten is that dreary pain 27179|Wherein I used to grope 27179|For thee, as in the deep 27179|Dark hours o' dew. 27179|And thou hast left my breast 27179|This night with thy white robe, 27179|The moon's light 27179|Thou wast wont to bear 27179|Till morn. 27179|Thy mouth is glad and sweet, 27179|And thy lips are so smooth and fair 27179|That I cannot but delight 27179|In them, for they are a gift 27179|Unto my Love. 27179|Thy voice, too, when thou dost sing, 27179|Shall be like stars, 27179|And all thy words all-fairest 27179|Might bring me love. 27179|For, ah! what sweetest sound 27179|Thy gushing flute doth make 27179|To me, the fount of sounds, 27179|As it doth the spring of sweet-ears. 27179|And thy sweet voice, too, when thou dost sing, 27179|The stars have heard, 27179|And now their lightest shine doth pass 27179|O'er me, as I sing with thee. 27179|Thy notes are sweet, and soft; 27179|Thy words are tender; 27179|Thou dost my heart and love inspire 27179|By them conveyed. 27179|And I am all undone 27179|That thou dost sing 27179|With such an artful tongue 27179|That none but thine would o'erpass 27179|My cold distress. 27179|And though my eyes are dim, 27179|My lips are dry, 27179|I will not let go 27179|Till thou speak out and sing 27179|The song I sing to thee. 27179|It is not in the warbling eye 27179|To say my love hath passed away 27179|With the last war-bird's cawed farewell 27179|And the last blossoms dying night, 27179|But it is in the heart's wild crying 27179|That I feel all thy grief's control. 27179|And my tears fall dark as dew, 27179|And it is in the sea that I flee, 27179|For thy love hath drowned my hope's shore, 27179|And my life is sinking faster 27179|While she stands in my lonely place 27179|And I strive with my tears to think 27179|How she loved me of yore. 27179|The day's deep pain is o'er; 27179|And my hopes soar up in the sun 27179|Like the birds of old on a rose 27179|In their summer nest. 27179|From the earth is gone the earth's wild joy, 27179|And the rose and lily are free, 27179|As the lily's breath 27179|O'er the lily's fragrance wreathes. 27179|In the joy of the summer time, 27179|When the birds of May sing forth, 27179|And the earth is full of the joy 27179|Of the summer far and free, 27179|Where the wild birds' song 27179|Is all music in the skies, 27179|Oh, that I were the wild birds' song, 27179|Or were she that sings to the hills. 27179|Or, if love were not but praise, 27179|And she love me not only with words ======================================== SAMPLE 6110 ======================================== 1365|And the world's eyes are turned upon thee the while. 1365|Thou art come! We have mourned thee, and we weep. 1365|Thou art come! 1365|And the World! Is it not full in the house? 1365|A cup of gold, and a cup of wine. 1365|A cup of gold, 1365|And a cup of wine 1365|Laid on the hearth. 1365|(MOCKING the crowd.) 1365|The World! 1365|Now, it must be true, 1365|That God is the son of man! 1365|MARY (inaudible). 1365|O, let us rejoice! 1365|How can the Father of all make one 1365|Tall as a palm! I know not yet 1365|What my portion shall be. 1365|PATRICK (within). 1365|The Master's voice! I feel that I am close, 1365|And the Holy Ghost 1365|In my ear! 1365|The world is turning again to dust; 1365|Only a little while yet remains 1365|To be baptized, and it is my will! 1365|You are gone! I cannot say farewell. 1365|PATRICK (drawing himself up slowly). 1365|Ah no! 1365|The Word is dead and is no more; 1365|The Word we love is not; it is we! 1365|The world is turned into a tune; 1365|The world is but a single note! 1365|There is a melody in the wind, 1365|And a song that doth rise from the earth 1365|That hath no need of a name; 1365|And he who sings hath the power 1365|Of a song that cannot be sung! 1365|And yet a song that has no name! 1365|He hath no song to make his own, 1365|But only to go to his place. 1365|Pliny the Elder, of the youth of Tydeus, writes:-- 1365|And when he heard his father's death, he mourned in a dream, 1365|He did as the rest of mankind; and, hearing his father's words, 1365|He made a sad melody 1365|For the funeral of the slain, and, placing it on an ass's back, 1365|He took and he sent it to the grave, for the world knew it not. 1365|And the ass answered and said, "Behold, I dance for you!" 1365|With an ass's back and a drowsy ass in the den of a Cave. 1365|And, having danced upon the grave that is set for his bones, 1365|He put out his hand upon it, and the ass arose and spake, 1365|Now we have made a song full of all the sounds of earth! 1365|With the voice of streams and the voice of winds, and the voice of God 1365|Pearly and clear and golden and silver! 1365|Pearly and white and moving, 1365|The little sonnets of the poet, ever bursting with hope and 1365|with love, 1365|With the little sonnets of the poet, ever breaking with delight 1365|and with fear. 1365|With the voice of the evening and of the morning, all sweet and clear; 1365|He shall be welcome to the city in full, and he shall have no friend 1365|Who are we? 1365|And what is our nation? We are but the scattered sheep of a 1365|We are but the fragments and the fragments of a many-colored 1365|We stand in the midst of the vast, in the midst of the ways 1365|that lead to peace; 1365|We stand in the midst of the nations and proclaim in loud and 1365|haughty accents, 1365|The glorious name of the King of kings, the King of peace! 1365|The face of our Maker appears in the dust; in the midst of the 1365|souls; 1365|It behooves us that we be as precious as the silver and the gold! 1365|I have heard the angels singing, 1365|"Hail! hail to thee, God of heaven, 1365|Lift up thy blessing high, 1365|Lift it above our weakness ======================================== SAMPLE 6120 ======================================== 3665|The world is so full of beauty, 3665|Love is sometimes less of a boon, 3665|Though he the rose may choose to show, 3665|He can't put it in our mouths. 3665|He is no poet at all, 3665|When he is heard to say so, 3665|But the world is very wise and just 3665|And holds his words in esteem. 3665|At times he may appear more like 3665|A schemer than a good man, 3665|And he's so true to a faultless hand 3665|That he will pull a trick, to save 3665|His own or others' shame. 3665|To be an honest man is true 3665|In a world where men are lies, 3665|And this is his main weakness, I fear, 3665|Which is so often seen 3665|Upon his silent face, so pale and white, 3665|As he proceeds along. 3665|And then, dear children, do not laugh 3665|At this wild, futile play; 3665|Then may you be so free and bold 3665|Your mother's heart to rue. 3665|For though at times he seem to be 3665|A spirit, and though he seem 3665|Not of this world, nor more a man, 3665|Yet a God, and true man like, 3665|He is but a weak-hearted child, 3665|In childish play. 3665|This night is all of summer for an only son, 3665|The moon has one long rainbow in her bow, 3665|And he is a goodly feather of the first rank, 3665|For he has wings and is not afraid of thunder. 3665|You must go far away, 3665|If you like, my angel grey; 3665|I have some news for you, and it has an ending, 3665|And I have something that you will not forget, 3665|For I have a story that I wish for you to hear. 3665|The sun is no more a stone. 3665|It has been and shone. 3665|It has set at the full. 3665|The grass and flowers go up in the wind-torn sky, 3665|And they hear afar the music of my flight, 3665|And I think of you, dear child. 3665|I will put you down again, 3665|And you must go away. 3665|It is done, and the end of all. 3665|The end of all is when the sun goes down. 3665|That is the last, and I will not say 'it-end', 3665|For those that see it shall not long be in love. 36543|The Sun was a lover, 36543|He went to look on Fanny, 36543|When he heard it would snow: 36543|Oh, he was so garrulously cold! 36543|He put a bit of snow in 36543|His cap, so that on Christmas day when 36543|He'd like to go out there; 36543|Then he looked to see if it was hot; 36543|But no, it was not, he said 36543|To himself, 'It ought to be.' 36543|He said, 'It ought to be, indeed. 36543|But it is far too fresh and fine.' 36543|That was his way, however green; 36543|He would say 'it ought to be.' 36543|My love grows old, my darling, 36543|Like the apples in the tree; 36543|I'll not say we ought to die; 36543|But I can look on the trees 36543|And say, 'My love is old and small, 36543|My darling grows a little stronger, 36543|We ought to live a little longer.' 36543|My darling is not strong 36543|Like the old grey hen at the gate; 36543|We are not quite so happy as she, 36543|But she has some more toys for me; 36543|So I look on the children at play 36543|And say, 'My love ought to be free.' 36543|The lark at evening 36543|Goes up to mate and sing; 36543|The children sit all by themselves 36543|In the lane, and cry and shout, 36543|And he sings the ======================================== SAMPLE 6130 ======================================== 19226|A little bird, with a green turban, 19226|Flits where I wander. 19226|And the same hand that strikes the harp, 19226|Will tune the song. 19226|There's nothing like a good old-fashioned meal,-- 19226|When I live in that old house with the doors 19226|shut, at night, for long, long hours; 19226|And I'm the proud guest, on that old day, 19226|When dinner is done; 19226|When I look out from my window in the moonlight 19226|To see my friends come home; 19226|Of that good old-fashioned meal I like to get it, 19226|And tell it to you! 19226|I had a little sister, she 19226|Fashioned from the loom of the mother 19226|Her web of a mother. 19226|And we talked of a fairy world 19226|And a fairy mother: 19226|And she asked if I would like to know 19226|The secret of her gown. 19226|But you must know 19226|That we never read 19226|The words of the leaf that the woodworm 19226|Was weaving so fondly 19226|Until the day she shed one tear. 19226|_Heap high that leaf, 19226|So frail, so short, so unremembering, 19226|So full of tears! 19226|Why did she ever take 19226|Something so strange and good?_ 19226|_She loved us well, 19226|An angel, and a mother still, 19226|And a fairy still._ 19226|The world was a fairy world, the flowers 19226|Were kind and true; 19226|We are but children, 19226|And we have no guardian angels. 19226|_She is dead; 19226|And we who stand by her bed-- 19226|Stand by and we cry._ 19226|_She was only a child._ 19226|Now I am only a man; 19226|But the great world has given me 19226|A power 19226|That I can never know, 19226|A heart, 19226|In the night, 19226|That is mine. 19226|_With her tears and her kisses, 19226|And with her laughter, too,_ 19226|_I can sing 19226|The songs she loved, 19226|And all her little ones._ 19226|_When the world was young it was fair_ 19226|_And the children came;_ 19226|_Then, you guessed it, 19226|_The great worlds were gray._ 19226|_I have dreamed of all the world in youth,_ 19226|_And of all it must do,_ 19226|_And the great world is grey._ 19226|_Now I know all it must die for,_ 19226|_And it is old and strange,_ 19226|_And life seems to pass,_ 19226|_In an endless twilight,_ 19226|_With no star to lead it._ 19226|_It is strange that the great world grow old,_ 19226|_And grow it must,_ 19226|_Now it grows more wild and strange_ 19226|_To death than before._ 19226|This is the day when the moon 19226|Will shine upon the earth 19226|For ever to a star, 19226|And shine for all men's sake. 19226|Come hither, young and old, 19226|We pray you, take the road, 19226|For I am old and short of breath 19226|And, like a threadbare sail, 19226|I cannot carry much. 19226|The grass is green and sweet 19226|In many a cottage-yard, 19226|But few have tasted the tree 19226|That sits by every door. 19226|The sky-way beckons on, 19226|But the weary soul may bide 19226|Where the great clock tolls two, 19226|And the night-wind cries, "It's too late!" 19226|And the long train wails, "It's too late!" 19226|Come hither, young and old, 19226|Pray you, take the road. 19226|No road with any road! ======================================== SAMPLE 6140 ======================================== 1304|To all the fumblings at anne has he replied. 1304|Hee had thunted as a stoure-shod trotting 1304|On the road, in all the world I'll trow 1304|As none were he that mayt hear his flatterie, 1304|His flatterie that may make him flout me: 1304|To all men, he is the most discrishen wot, 1304|I trow, that ere a man is he that does it. 1304|Yet wot I not, why a man that can, 1304|Why ever he troweth at ane is he: 1304|But nought that ever doth him good intende, 1304|The first of a' his thoughts he will set, 1304|The second he will not, nor the third, 1304|He will in verse or prose do it on, 1304|As if, of a' our three, the twae were wrong, 1304|As if these be sinned if they repent: 1304|And what the rest have said is as I guess, 1304|That a' the three men were wrong in the last. 1304|Ful plesance auld, but why men wad waur't, 1304|Befo' this flesh and a' the world's perplexit; 1304|They couldna tell me if it wad belie, 1304|Or if it wad be on their minds ta'en awa' 1304|The auld thing or a new thing for to take. 1304|Ye that hae teeth in your mind or face, 1304|Go gie a' your wark and let the fa'n tell; 1304|And there's ane, I ken, that aye is blind; 1304|And some there are that canna see beyond. 1304|I'll gie a' my tongue, 1304|Or, at least to an earld, an earli druck, 1304|What is't an ane, or ane that canna be 1304|And yet sae dreigh, 1304|In his owne braid hand, 1304|Girt of heart and hand, 1304|Hold the maiden fair 1304|That your bosom loves, 1304|With the wild flowers about her. 1304|Come to the green bank, 1304|Come to the braken, 1304|Come to me, come to me, 1304|My darling's voice sae sweet. 1304|Let this hand ca', 1304|Let that heart beat, 1304|Beat a slow, half-smothered rhyme, 1304|While I sing sweetly sweet, 1304|Sweet little Birdie; 1304|While that voice sweetly swells, 1304|And the breath o' summer lifts my heart to you. 1304|Come, little Maid, 1304|Come to me, come to me: 1304|Come to your bosom dear, 1304|When that I may sing to you. 1304|I am a poor old man, a hoary old man 1304|Sitting in a dark alley. With a weak old man 1304|I wonder whither goes this heart of mine? 1304|What was the thought in that youthful youthful thought? 1304|And I am very tired of good, true men, 1304|But the little birds a-singing make me sad. 1304|I go on living in hope a little while, 1304|As the burthen'd little worms go crawl, and peep, and swell; 1304|But who knows the poor old earth as surely 1304|As a poor old dreamer in his youth-in-mem_? 1304|O that I could live 1304|In the little town that I had heard of sooth! 1304|For my mother used to say, on the olde-time, 1304|And his name still stands for to-day and for ever, 1304|And I would be a child there under the greenwood tree, 1304|That I may grow a little and a tall and a fatame, 1304|And go with the boys, 1304|And sing in the singin', and play on the greenleame. 1304|Yes, a little bird's nest in a little green wood, 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 6150 ======================================== 1279|By the mair than by a' my ain. 1279|Thro' the land o't I gang, 1279|An' there I ken my ain, 1279|How my gowd did fash wi' me. 1279|The sun did smile on me, 1279|I brak his lowe on oor land, 1279|An' as I cam in the morn. 1279|But, William (the warld's wae ushers) 1279|This ae night is gane to me. 1279|O whar grows the wild rose? 1279|In a licht to me, 1279|An' where the wild thyme grows 1279|In a licht yet. 1279|A rose at my knee, 1279|O, nocht before! 1279|That night shall be mine 1279|For to e'en in. 1279|Ye braw, braw poortit lasses, 1279|Blythe lasses, hame, 1279|Gad your saut up vooamer, 1279|But this bonny place, 1279|My auld school fause saut 1279|Shall never die. 1279|The land is braw, the lane is saut, 1279|It's bonny yet; 1279|But the daurna mair is my heart, 1279|I'll aye be there. 1279|The deil hae theye, the deil or ca', 1279|Come for a kame; 1279|Come back in a wink o' his eye, 1279|Or e'en die. 1279|Come hither, come, I'll nurse ye a drink, 1279|Gin ye hae a bler; 1279|Wha for your love and luve's sake 1279|My soul can fa'. 1279|The land is braw, the lane is saut, 1279|Ye maun hae his heart, 1279|But gin he has muckle fau't 1279|Ye'll come ilka day. 1279|Come forth, O come unto my love, 1279|Complain not thou; 1279|There 's nane to tell, there 's nane tak' 1279|Of this in her: 1279|No matter if the waukrife spy it, 1279|He 'll na have the chrift. 1279|O thou sweet lassie, thy beauty 1279|I 'll ne'er forsake; 1279|My hand and arm o' love to thee 1279|Shall ne'er fa'. 1279|The hale range will hear o'er the lea, 1279|That thou can dance and sing; 1279|And gi'en cause for hope or fear, 1279|This is my preference. 1279|But grant I hae a lassie lea, 1279|In her prime o' life, 1279|Yet she is young, she hae yet to spend, 1279|The more is the pity! 1279|There 's youth, and hope, and beauty soon 1279|Departing, dies; 1279|And lassie to her he 'll soon be- 1279|His ever blest! 1279|I lo'e Marie, she has me, 1279|My bonie Jean; 1279|But, oh! the lassie o' Liddy lo'ed 1279|Canna lo'e me! 1279|The dearest word that e'er I gae to hear, 1279|When on my lip I write, is the wich o' Jean. 1279|Sae dear to me's to meet and ta'en, 1279|As the licht o' the sun, 1279|And the licht o' the bee, to meet and to be 1279|And ta'en on the instant. 1279|If in a bower, and the red sun be set, 1279|Then, Marie, love me laigh; 1279|But a laigh and a langsyne come to me, 1279|Where the rose in the garden grows fairest, 1279|When the rose in its glory grows fairest, 1279|I aye shall ca' you laigh; 1279|Sae ======================================== SAMPLE 6160 ======================================== 27126|With a little room for each. 27126|(We've been here long enough, I think.) 27126|I shall be glad to turn, 27126|And sit down, if you will let-- 27126|But now I'm free to be glad, I'm free to be mad, I'm quite as free; 27126|And I'm glad to be happy,--if I'm but free to be dead. 27126|There are no men who know a place in the sea, 27126|And no women who understand his power 27126|That leads to the shores of that wide world, 27126|And all the magic wonders of that sea; 27126|And no birds with wing of opal or amethyst, 27126|And no star-fires that in his gold robes sway, 27126|And none of the sea-tides of fire that he is stirred. 27126|There are no thoughts of Love or sin or sin that stir 27126|One breath of his in the ocean and all its strife, 27126|But only the waves that flow on the infinite sea. 27126|There are no birds with wing of opal or amethyst, 27126|But only the waves that flow on the infinite sea. 27126|And even when Love is kindest, 27126|And men are kindest, 27126|When Time turns and moves 27126|E'en the best hearts to the mud, 27126|And yet there are in love's sweet hour 27126|Who make the sea-wave murmur 27126|To an eloquent melody 27126|That shall echo for ages after men. 27126|Ah! well-known voices of the sea 27126|Grow faint and cease to speak, 27126|Save when, in a silent song, 27126|Tulips turn their heads to meet 27126|The sweet new glance and be 27126|His glad smile's first words of greeting, 27126|Or when, like a lark, 27126|The star-flowers bow to his breath, 27126|And look, and listen, and gaze, 27126|As in the eye of love. 27126|Ah! well-known voices of the sea 27126|Beseem not more than the song and the hour; 27126|And now that I know that God is there, 27126|I am glad as well I know God is not. 27126|There is a time for prayer, and a time for sleep, 27126|And now is the time for the sea. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|When man would pray and he would think, 27126|He turns toward sea-gulls singing, 27126|And looks upon his face with one 27126|Deep, holy look and looks abroad, 27126|And sees on hills an endless space 27126|Of sea-forcés--swallows! 27126|So all his day the eye pursues 27126|A view of sea-gulls--swallows. 27126|The man is the God! The sea is his own 27126|To give or take or take again, 27126|And evermore the ocean is 27126|The Lord of all his work and play. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|The heart is like a sea-bird, 27126|And flies to the waterside 27126|When danger takes its wing, 27126|But comes no more again. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|The man is the sea-bird, 27126|The shore lies in a landlike land, 27126|And many there are who ride 27126|Their horses on the wave 27126|And watch it go rolling on. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27126|The God is God. It shall not fail. 27126|Nor long remain that it should hear 27126|Nor see, nor change, and all 27126|Be still, nor change nor fail. 27126|So it shall go on to that bright land 27126|Where God dwells, where He dwells, 27126|And, as it came of old from out 27126|His heavenlier hall of fire, 27126|For all the world's eternity 27126|That would it ride on the sea. 27126|The sea! the sea! the sea! 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 6170 ======================================== 38511|O, Thou, who in the day of ill 38511|Made the poor miser's sword of gold; 38511|O, Thou, of the rich and poor 38511|Whose kindnesses are not all given; 38511|O, Thou, who in the hour 38511|Of the day of the rich and poor 38511|Hast given all things to all! 38511|I heard them in the garden go by the gate; they seemed to come more near 38511|And I could see, from a distance, a circle of shadows passing by. 38511|The clouds came down, and the moon went down, and the stars came down. 38511|The moon, the cloud, and the shadow came still, 38511|The stars, the moon, the river, and all were left at peace. 38511|O, my heart, be not moved at the sight of life, 38511|The day is not broken, and yet the night is not dead, 38511|For I see the shadows, and hear them pass. 38511|The little tree that now is leafless and withered, 38511|It was my life, it will not die; 38511|Its leaves will soon be washed away by May-tide breeze. 38511|By the word _Tout le Temps_ my heart's soul is bound; 38511|Wherever it is 'touches each leaf in the air, 38511|Like the young spirit it flows on, and is loved by all. 38511|I have a vision from earth of a face fair and smiling, 38511|I heard it in dreams,--from thy lips I have drunk wine, 38511|I know the secret of thy deep love and vain desire; 38511|Let the earth still be its own vain imagination, 38511|We still are lovers all--be thou not moved at sight. 38511|I was once a woman; come, give me thy hand then, 38511|It is no sin for to love thee,--the world will welcome me. 38511|And so the year has no more time to dwell in silence 38511|In silence with me,--she is weeping at heart. 38511|What is the life of a man? to live all his life 38511|With many things, and all his senses, even senses, 38511|Is not the life of a man, but to make his pleasure 38511|A perfect pleasure, in peace, in enjoyment, 38511|In contentment, in the joy of his being, 38511|In the sweetness of his sense of existence, 38511|And to satisfy his pleasure with all 38511|He tastes of sensual pleasure. 38511|_Sura_ is the name of a tree,--the red fruit of the tree is 38511|_Sut._ It means the Sun. 38511|There is a fountain of joy in the garden of God; 38511|I have a glimpse of happiness as it doth appear 38511|To me,--it is no other than the heaven and the earth. 38511|I heard this, I saw it,--and I feel it again,-- 38511|It is a vision of happiness that I have seen. 38511|Thirst-thirsty, I drink of the fountain,--and it drinketh me. 38511|It is the fountain of joy that is flowing between 38511|Me and the joys of that world in which I am,-- 38511|A thousand times I have drunk of it, and no soul 38511|Doth drink of it but myself; 38511|I know it and all it hath,--and what hath it the least? 38511|It is a vision of happiness that is spoken of. 38511|All things that are--and all things seem--'tis a vision; 38511|It is a vision of happiness,--I must know it,-- 38511|There is no other pleasure I can find, 38511|For love, which is a blessed and happy thing, 38511|Is something of like sweetness with itself 38511|Beyond all other things; 38511|It is a vision of happiness--I shall know it, 38511|When a soul has gone from worldly joy and comfort; 38511|I will not ask a world of bliss, for I feel in it 38511|No sweetness of that same kind. 38511|Oh, what are the years? The years are all wasted. 38511|They cannot give one hour of rest; ======================================== SAMPLE 6180 ======================================== 20956|The wild-flowers of the woods, 20956|The trees and the grass and the meadows, 20956|The birds, and the bees, and the little children 20956|With faces bright and laughter wide, 20956|But the little boy that's asleep 20956|Nigh to my breast will creep, 20956|With meek eyes all dim and dark, 20956|And so be silent and mild. 20956|When in the summer-time, underneath 20956|The cool and shady leaves, the birds do sing, 20956|When the little children all do dance, 20956|When they sing their little heart's delight, 20956|And dance and prattle, till the stars do spark; 20956|Then 'tis the time for me 20956|To fold my hands and sing. 20956|The moon is in the sky 20956|At evening, she shines so bright, 20956|And I am alone at home, 20956|And there's a little boy is me. 20956|His name is Snow Ball; 20956|He has a funny way 20956|Of making me sad. 20956|Oh, now I see why 20956|He was called so! 20956|I cannot go to sleep, I'm so tired of being teased, 20956|And often have I come up to tell you how I was shaken, 20956|And often have I had my eyes shut up for fear I would cry, 20956|And now I am come here and telling you of a little game; 20956|I will go and fetch my ball at once with a spring so strong, 20956|And have him shake his head, and make no noise, 20956|That he never will shake mine, 20956|And if he should do so, he may go to bed with his head in 20956|a sack, 20956|But that 's a very different thing. 20956|I will fetch my ball; 20956|And if he should stir, I shall go into a passion, 20956|And you may find my eyes quite a-going to be full of 20956|Pressing, and some people even say, choking, when 20956|little boys 20956|Are in mischief, I understand it very well. 20956|But it does but take away from all other things that 20956|people do 20956|But though I see all this, it is never a good thing for 20956|me, or any one else, for fear it should drive me to 20956|suicide; 20956|And yet I would not be a fool 20956|If ever I might go to sleep on a Sunday night, 20956|And there think of myself and myself's little friends. 20956|Oh, I wish I knew a little song, 20956|To soothe my baby, 20956|And so be quiet 20956|As any one, 20956|And then I could be silent, as well-- 20956|It would be the very thing. 20956|Would love the melody 20956|And kiss the strings.--The little ballad 20956|Is an old-time lullaby. 20956|It has always been so. 20956|And who can shut that eyes? 20956|I would open mine to lift the doors 20956|Of every one's house. 20956|Then the little mother one 20956|Would hear her baby's voice, 20956|And so she should--and she would sleep. 20956|And who can shut that eyes, 20956|As he who has such a thing? 20956|I would laugh out there, with him,-- 20956|But I fear to open mine. 20956|As she was sitting there 20956|With her arms a-twine, 20956|Her face in each other's arms, 20956|She should fall silent too. 20956|But who can lock those eyes? 20956|They would open when. 20956|But I shall go in there 20956|With him, and will not stop. 20956|For he is so wise, 20956|His way is so good, 20956|I shall not let him go. 20956|We are the little flies 20956|That have your flowers in our capes, 20956|We are not made of gold, 20956|We have but little pinners; 20956|We wither, and we die, ======================================== SAMPLE 6190 ======================================== 30357|Loudly he cry'd, "To arms, my lads! 30357|And be ye not afraid, my lads, 30357|But, ere I go, look up and see 30357|If I can read my captiv'd head._" 30357|He lift up the head of young Bob 30357|And read the sentence, low or high; 30357|He nod'd and look'd great serious, 30357|And then he went away again. 30357|_"Lofty and glorious, the dome which is 30357|Beneath yon skyy mountain, where the 30357|Sages deem'd the bright stars hung, 30357|To him, who look'd up from the earth, 30357|The most unmeasured height shall seem."_ 30357|_"Look upward, and see how the sun 30357|With blue smoke creeping o'er him blazeth!"_ 30357|'Tis said fair Camilla built her walls 30357|By the help of a little eastern maid; 30357|And that they were not built with hands, 30357|That are the habitation of the Dead; 30357|And that the walls which now adorn 30357|The ruins of her ancient fame, 30357|Were not built with hands._ 30357|So spake the ancient Teacher, and she 30357|Was astonished at his learning's power, 30357|But made her little gains by lying, 30357|Though she no longer could to fame aspire: 30357|And his big lies he believed; 30357|And all that he had bought or sold 30357|As by the Deity he was possest, 30357|Or in some other shape befel; 30357|For that his great lies were believed 30357|Were but the lies of men he'd kept. 30357|As, when the wind doth rock the shore, 30357|Camber is the wave above, 30357|And the trembling waters show 30357|A hidden rock which the wind throws; 30357|Whenas those, whose souls are set on shore, 30357|When they are struck with storm and swell, 30357|Turn up a desperate hand, 30357|And brace themselves for sudden fall. 30357|Thus was he bold in deceit; 30357|As is the falcon in the air, 30357|And look'd up to the heavenly hill 30357|Where he might try his new-learned art. 30357|But, ah! he fain was wearied, and 30357|His flying pinions tired, 30357|So he withdrew beneath an oak, 30357|And slept upon the summer mead: 30357|There till another glad sun shone 30357|He reigned as King above the rest, 30357|And call'd up shambling his dull lay 30357|With hollow voice for ever low. 30357|Then came the time that Neptune shor'd 30357|The waters worlds among, 30357|That the young Moon, with new-born beam, 30357|Would serve the Muses' temple there; 30357|When the wide seas were smooth'd and fed, 30357|And the great earth was watered red 30357|With the sweet habitants of air. 30357|The Muses came to sylvan bowers, 30357|And sylvan groves, and woods that sung 30357|The blithesome, happy days of old, 30357|Before the sails of ships were spread 30357|On the blue deep, to carry spices forth: 30357|And the Muses soon approach'd those bowers, 30357|Their sylvan haunts and haunts of woods 30357|To find their true loves; for now the Moon 30357|Was brought to deck the wood-ways fair, 30357|And deck those walks with moonlight beams. 30357|Some place a star on high; some say, 30357|That Mars has got it, and some say, 30357|That Hymen hath it. In a while, 30357|The wandering Muses came to Cythera: 30357|Cymryia now becomes Cythera. 30357|The Muses came to Cythera, 30357|And found a vineyard was grown over a vine; 30357|"And did I tell you not that it was so? 30357|And have you set your vineyard up so ======================================== SAMPLE 6200 ======================================== 37649|I, too, would give o'er. 37649|A word from no great saint 37649|Wooed me from sin. 37649|I would have found it death, 37649|But Love was born for it. 37649|To what? Ah, not to what!-- 37649|Not for a season more, 37649|But for a perfect change 37649|As when God made men free. 37649|God, and not men, was my choice; 37649|I had no other. 37649|I would have loved thee pure, 37649|But the world was a dream, 37649|And I, who was most 37649|To love in my day, 37649|And to love thee last, 37649|As God commands, 37649|Was only to die. 37649|I am thy love, I swear 37649|That I will live and see. 37649|I will not break the vow; 37649|I am all I should be. 37649|Ah, but why so cold? 37649|I never loved thy face; 37649|I could not, would I might. 37649|But I must love myself; 37649|But I have loved the last 37649|And will not break the vow; 37649|I have had the last, 37649|And could not break the vow; 37649|I am all I should be. 37649|I would live with a king; 37649|I would rule myself in all, 37649|And be his king for ever; 37649|But my will is mine, 37649|And what he shall do 37649|He shall do, I swear. 37649|The prince had a palace, fair and grand, 37649|With a queen and three sons of his own. 37649|But he had a wench, and a lover, one 37649|Made love to her and kissed her; and when 37649|He had done both, she made love to him. 37649|So he had her into his bed, and there 37649|She did wriggle and wriggle and wriggle. 37649|And then, with a rump, and then with a skip 37649|And then with a hop, she made love to him. 37649|And then he was dead, and the queen lay safe-- 37649|A queen, and a royal, from death's shock. 37649|So he put on her a crown with diamonds, 37649|And a pearl embroidered on, and a wand 37649|Made for her hair, and his lips to kiss. 37649|And then he was dead, and the queen lay safe-- 37649|A queen, and a royal, from death's shock. 37649|So he gave her a golden ring, and, lo! 37649|Its gem was a ruby, and his mouth to kiss. 37649|And then he was dead, and his queen lay safe-- 37649|A royal, and a royal, from death's shock. 37649|So when they got home he kissed her so-- 37649|Beside her, with his other wenches round, 37649|For he loved her, and he loved her so. 37649|For she was as pure as a cloudlet's shine, 37649|That lies on the ocean in the night, 37649|And all the world seemed one bright rose-tinted beam. 37649|And he was young, and I was twenty-one, 37649|The age when women grow, you know. 37649|And I loved him, and I loved him bravely, 37649|And I made the best of his wishes and skill, 37649|And he died on a summer's day. 37649|And all the flowers on the earth were gay, 37649|But the roses were in a frenzy. 37649|All the maids are a-marvelling at this bloom, 37649|Though it's so late to kiss and cling. 37649|And all the birds are a-chiding a-fleeing 37649|From the sun and the heat and the roar. 37649|But here, where a king died last year, I 37649|Lie near him by my palace door, 37649|And he never will find me there, being dead, 37649|Though I've forgotten him all about. 37649|And I pray to God with all my soul, ======================================== SAMPLE 6210 ======================================== 12242|I have thought so. 12242|"Who are you to know 12242|The future by your present?" 12242|This is what he said: 12242|"You know the present by your mother, 12242|Who is far away 12242|"You know the future by the sun, 12242|Which you may watch 12242|"From morning till noon." 12242|"She knows from dawn to evenfall, 12242|In some wild spot 12242|"Within her garden-plot. 12242|There may be flowers, there may be 12242|Ferns, and a bird. 12242|"I may forget my mother 12242|And grow as the reaper 12242|By the light of the sun," 12242|"That she may tend her spinning-wheel 12242|And see her flowers go, 12242|Making a little garden yet 12242|With the flowers that she has given." 12242|His dream is ended; his last words 12242|Grow dim, as sinks the sun; 12242|A shade descends, a gleam of gray, 12242|Over the stream and the mill. 12242|I have dreamed long dreams last night 12242|In a garden; as of old 12242|I stood with lips that quaffed roses, 12242|And eyes that watched the stream 12242|Go winding thro' its tangled grass, 12242|Falling into shadowy leaves, 12242|While roses told to me what music 12242|Grew in my thoughts for aye; 12242|And in my heart of hearts the music 12242|Took element of dream. 12242|It fell on the night of dreams, 12242|In the land of Elysian; 12242|It murmured in the stillness 12242|Of my heart, and fell in my sleep. 12242|It bade sweet music from the harp 12242|That waits the parting soul. 12242|It filled my heart with fragrance, 12242|And took the colours of the sky; 12242|It breathed into my blood 12242|A scent of summer, and of flowers. 12242|It took the stillness of the night 12242|And stirred the heart with silence; 12242|It took the star-dust and the pearl 12242|For memories of vanished things 12242|In distant lands of music, 12242|And memories of vanished men 12242|Sleeping in the stillness of the night. 12242|It made me think of vanished friends, 12242|Of eyes that never saw the light, 12242|Of faces dim-heron'd and haloed, 12242|And hallow'd voices in the night. 12242|And of an infant's sleeping 12242|In her father's heart of grace 12242|With her father's lips wreathed in prayers. 12242|It made me think of a pale face, 12242|With eyes of pityable light, 12242|And lips of words in murmurs lull'd, 12242|Caught by the whisperings of sleep, 12242|And never waked by whisperings more. 12242|It crowned me with a sacred gloom, 12242|A peace with a lasting peace, 12242|Which is the death-watch of a dream. 12242|It was a midnight in the year 12242|That never dawn'd above a molehill, -- 12242|A molehill, where the wind can blow 12242|In its first gust forever more. 12242|I was alone, -- I was not seen, 12242|The moon was pale, because 'twas night; 12242|All heaven was still, save where the hawk 12242|At my great shadow kept his perch. 12242|But the wind blew my hair a protest, 12242|And the wind did blow my laureate, 12242|Till the whole heaven of heaven shook 12242|With a voice that shook the earth of earth, -- 12242|Thou wert come to grace the festal board, 12242|The bride of thee, the bride no more. 12242|Thou wert come to dance and feast 12242|On my lips and tell my heart 12242|A tale as sweet as ever Muse 12242|Sauntered down the vernal way, -- 12242|A story in the simple verse 12242|That only Love ======================================== SAMPLE 6220 ======================================== I do. 33363|And you see, they say, as the years roll up to one 33363|That we are best when least known; we are dearest 33363|When we the best remember, dearest when we least 33363|We love; and that the man whom our lips are 33363|Most in tune with is a most unknowable one. 33363|I love him, I love him, I love him. I have known him 33363|since I was born, and he knows me, knows and knows! 33363|When I was very little, in a brown-lawn bed, 33363|By his mother's window looking over the sea-- 33363|The mother over the glass did look, but she looked 33363|tender, and sorrowful, looking through the tears. 33363|I loved her, I was very, very young then! 33363|I never saw that man again--nevermore 33363|Will I behold that man again! 33363|When my heart is young, I will dream he's far away, 33363|With the ship that has taken him from the world; 33363|And when my heart is old, the dream will prove untrue, 33363|And he is here, and I am gone forever with him. 33363|"He lived his boyhood's dream--then came the dream's return 33363|To me, my love, to the long-lost sailor boy; 33363|He came again; it was but the returning of 33363|That boyhood's dream." 33363|What, you say, has an idle dream? 33363|Dreams alone are true; 33363|Dreams are the windows into youth's sweet May-time; 33363|They show the hills that the angels have seen 33363|When the morning shone. 33363|What is a dream to me? 33363|Not even a dream is true; 33363|It smiles as another's fate, 33363|But it comes when thou and I must come to the last. 33363|"Tell me a dream!" she said, 33363|"Tell me a dream!--I will give you my last best 33363|Powder, in a spray; 33363|And what was it caught thy hand?" 33363|It came and told her--"Powder is a little 33363|Powder from the sea." 33363|Then her eyes were as eyes of fish! 33363|And her hands said, "I will give you her hands 33363|When they have been dry!" 33363|And she gave her hands--but they were in the sun; 33363|And never again that she gave them to me. 33363|I will give my last best hand 33363|To the lastest of dreams, 33363|And my last best dream, 33363|And what was it caught thy hand? "Tell it the story 33363|Of the day that has come," 33363|He replied, "Tell it them sweet!" 33363|And I laughed, "I did not hear it from your lips!" 33363|He lives in the wood, 33363|He lives in the world of me, 33363|And the heart of me, I know, is his only thought. 33363|"Tell me a dream!" she said, 33363|"Tell me a dream!-- 33363|'Twas a sweet summer's day: 33363|I sat in the shadow of a tree 33363|To dream it, my dear. 33363|"I saw a bird at the top of the tree, 33363|Cockatoo, cockatoo, crowing; 33363|And I thought 'twas my dear Jack Frost, 33363|Would give me a kiss. 33363|"He was wearing a red shirt-collar 33363|That was wide as his knee; 33363|And he walked up the white shade 33363|About the tree-top, and up the 33363|tree again. 33363|"He kissed me on the lips that were parted, 33363|And on the eyes that were wet; 33363|And he took me to his nest in the leaves, 33363|And there he kissed me, and on his breast 33363|He threw me a rosy nestling sweet, 33363|That nestled to his knee. 33363|"His bright green feathers, white as the snow, 33363|That, like a ring, were spotted ======================================== SAMPLE 6230 ======================================== 4272|"Where'er thou leadest, the paths of earth will be: 4272|"That one and all are one in heaven." 4272|I cannot sing you, for there are none, as I may, 4272|"Till this world close." If you are blind, let us go then. 4272|We know of angels who have led us on our way, 4272|And what they found to be. 4272|The angels have brought you a gift of knowledge, 4272|"Unto man, and among men"-- 4272|And let us read 4272|That way in Heaven, with God, who knows what they found. 4272|We do not seek to know you; but I pray you take 4272|This hour, that by your side, and for your guidance, I 4272|May build a goodly hope. 4272|If this poor faith is true, and we are not to blame, 4272|We might have faith: but if we were not to trust, 4272|Then let us keep in sight that awful truth, 4272|That still we keep the light, our guide 4272|Even while we lose the way, 4272|That man in error may be 4272|The instrument of God. 4272|"Oh, man that is not in a holy frame, 4272|And would for conscience find 4272|A light of love in heavenly truth" 4272|How beautiful is morning light! 4272|O'er the cold wintry earth to-day, 4272|To-morrow is so bright; 4272|But the first dawn of hope comes not so soon, 4272|And we must still abide, 4272|Or we die before our friends rejoice. 4272|For there may come a moment's gloom, 4272|A moment when we cannot look on thee, 4272|So we must look on it, close-eyed; 4272|And in our light will find 4272|Some little spark of Heaven's own beam. 4272|"Oh, hope for Jesus and my heart" 4272|To me the heart is a little child, 4272|Who, not the smallest, doth not speak, 4272|In the cold earth so dark. 4272|God gave us love for love, 4272|And love for love is better far: 4272|The one is light, the other love; 4272|The one is heaven, the other heath. 4272|A word from God were light 4272|To him who hath his fill of woe 4272|And would not change it for thee or thine. 4272|If I should die and leave my darling far, 4272|And my poor babe should live in a cradle but ill adapted, 4272|But the cradle of a mother, the mother of God, 4272|God would not look for a murmur on the world to my voice 4272|If my poor babe were of an unbelieving heart, 4272|But his heart would beat up in spite of his care and strife. 4272|O Mary! with thy dear children at play, 4272|Thy holy children in thy love to-day, 4272|With what delight would they smile on thy look, 4272|And play till the sunlight was dark on the sod? 4272|And when could that joy be of pleasure to me, 4272|Who know thy children to be my children only, 4272|If the darling child that is asleep should be of a better heart, 4272|If such joy could be of comfort to me, 4272|If our mother's heart beat, as it does in her prayer, 4272|If the kiss and the comfort be of their own, 4272|I would not want for anything, no, not a crown, 4272|If but thy dear children in that dear place stood, 4272|The child of thy sweet love, like the lilies did stand, 4272|Saying, "Ye who believe, adore, 4272|And shall love, as I did, of old, 4272|Ye, my children, of God, who believe-- 4272|"All trust and hope, all honour and praise, 4272|Shall from thee flow, and none be left but thee!" 4272|And I, who believe, who adore, when I say, 4272|"Come down! come down! from the rock of thy wrong!" 4272| ======================================== SAMPLE 6240 ======================================== 30669|Lonely, where the dark forest's arm 30669|Saw the waves to foam against the tree; 30669|Where at dusk some mossy hill-slope 30669|Trod the blue peak, or, with black-shrost, 30669|Grim-haunted piers showed down to the brine. 30669|_Nay!_ said the Lord, _where, and how high, 30669|The task of my command is done; 30669|Hearken, my people, and obey!_ 30669|Then, in many a mouldering house, 30669|Beneath the shadow of the cliffs, 30669|The wild geese whelm'd, or gull'd, or tore; 30669|And many a shambling figure pale; 30669|And many a brawling bird that flew 30669|O'er the red sand where, with white foot, 30669|An Indian held his feast of brine; 30669|And many a lonely figure there 30669|Disconsolate to turn would stay; 30669|And many a wandering figure sad, 30669|With face aflare with weariness, 30669|In a sad waste of broken clothes, 30669|Froze by the sea! 30669|The Lord Himself 30669|Where is the king who strove to sing 30669|To his eager people; and who died? 30669|Where is the warrior? and where the sage 30669|Who ruled in their behalf whose voice they heard? 30669|In the forest wilds the fawn and bear, 30669|Huddling round their woody homes, lie low, 30669|As a cloud by the rain-wet sky of day 30669|Lies, drooping his strength, in the silent shelter; 30669|Away! away! in thy wild wilderness 30669|Who can lead them, with an undefiled hand, 30669|Down to the sea and in their bondage bind? 30669|Nay! the land is so full of noise and trouble, 30669|So full of the busy tumult and strife 30669|Of man's wickedness, and his pride, and strife, 30669|So that even the sea runs murmurous through it: 30669|Nay! the sea is so full of restless strife 30669|That it seems a fountain running to break; 30669|For the fowls of the air, with their heavy bellowing, 30669|Are loud on the sand-hills overhead 30669|Mingling with the murmurs of the sea. 30669|And, at the dawn, they are still on the mountain, 30669|And far on the meadows, and yet at night-fall 30669|Over the billows they seem to rise; 30669|In the dark, down by the water's edge 30669|They sail along with a loud and dreadful sound; 30669|Mingling in the silence their song and their song, 30669|Their song that the birds must hear with dismay. 30669|Nay! the birds sing their songs, they sail without wind, 30669|For the birds that in their wake pass o'er, 30669|By the stream, or the forest, or the plain, 30669|Have a song of which the sea cannot drown: 30669|Nay! the sea hath a song beyond the sea, 30669|And to the birds a song, as the stars to the sky: 30669|A tide is rising, a tide for the journey; 30669|Mountain and forest, along the way 30669|Tower and tower, and rise; 30669|Trees and trees along the way are rising, 30669|Lift up their heads, and fall. 30669|In the night, at the dawn, the stars in heaven, 30669|Far through the distance, are weeping, 30669|Touched with sigh of sorrow; 30669|The white waves of the river at their sides 30669|Are whispering to one another; 30669|And the sea whispers to the stars overhead 30669|"Who leads the starry host? Who leads you, I pray?" 30669|"Pray! for ever and for ever," they sing, 30669|"Pray to Him who is the Lord of the wide earth. 30669|Pray; for ever and for ever. 30669|"We follow the glory of God-- 30669|In ======================================== SAMPLE 6250 ======================================== 36508|In the light of the dawning day: 36508|The sun was rising, 36508|Lust-blind the world was waking; 36508|The wind was blown 36508|But the light on the leaves was still. 36508|All through the dead of the night 36508|They woke, they woke without a sound 36508|And a million times they cried, 36508|"We know," cried, 36508|"The moon is winking 36508|On the hillside of the night." 36508|And so they slept without a fear 36508|Because they knew the end of death 36508|For now the sky was turning red 36508|And dawn, dawn, dawn. 36508|The wind's coming down 36508|Over the hill, 36508|Over the hill-- 36508|"O Wind, I trust 36508|In the dark, in the dark 36508|I will blow you a wind-flavor." 36508|The wind goes down 36508|Over the land, 36508|Over the land-- 36508|"Wind, I will blow you a drink 36508|That will light you for power 36508|As a man may go from sorrow." 36508|The wind blew down, 36508|Over the mound 36508|Of the grassy ground 36508|And up through the trees, 36508|Across the fields and down, 36508|Till it touched the ground 36508|Where a stone 36508|And a thorn 36508|Were standing at the point 36508|Of a gun-- 36508|All through the white of the night 36508|The wind was blowing from the blue of the sky, 36508|And as the wind blows down 36508|Mighty strong 36508|It is, and all 36508|It is, 36508|Though the moon is dim 36508|And the winds blow out of the blue 36508|And the world is white 36508|And the world is grey. 36508|And the wind, it will blow thee further." 36508|_In the morning, I woke and saw the stars on high, 36508|Whose glory is a light about the paths of men;_ 36508|For as I stood with eyes half open, 36508|And saw, in the gray dawn light 36508|Blurred and blurred and blurred for the first time, 36508|The very face of God, 36508|My mind made out some unseen form 36508|Familiar, 36508|And as in a vision my soul wandered, 36508|And thought of something gone and gone now, 36508|I leaned against the spray of snow, 36508|And looked into the sky, 36508|And saw all the stars, all the stars above, 36508|And the great stars in the night, 36508|And the face of God. 36508|For they are all for me on this little height 36508|Where the light is broken by the little spires. 36508|And it is not the first time that I have seen 36508|All the little stars shine for me; 36508|My thoughts are like little spars 36508|And so I look up at God in my dream. 36508|When the day is done, and all is over 36508|And the sun goes down 36508|Out of the west, 36508|I lie there and wonder and think 36508|About the beautiful things God made. 36508|Like an old clock on the hearth of earth 36508|There is always a little something still 36508|In the heart of me that knows not how. 36508|And when the day is done, and all is over 36508|And the twilight is begun, 36508|I think of meadows of wheat and the scent 36508|Of the air and the light, 36508|And the long grass and the dear gray sky 36508|And the lilies. 36508|And the lilies! 36508|There will be a funeral service for us when the last 36508|little bird sleeps, 36508|And there will be white sand. 36508|And we will lie down, 36508|Under white sky; 36508|And the night will forget. 36508|Out of the night 36508|Will come the stars to sing 36508|To the little children; 36508|And there will be ======================================== SAMPLE 6260 ======================================== 1304|The air was soft, the sky was clear, 1304|And warm were the cheeks of my fair maid, 1304|As I drew in her amber hair: 1304|When the lute she touched, from out the bow 1304|Of her golden hair, a smile did shine, 1304|That seemed but half a sigh to hear. 1304|Thus by love and memory led 1304|Across the summer hours that pass 1304|Beneath this arch of elm trees green, 1304|Now half in tender guise half in strife, 1304|We love and that love evermore: 1304|While under those thick branches low 1304|The little brook flows on its way, 1304|And the morning mists, like smiles, fall 1304|With lingering music over all. 1304|And you from whom that smile might save, 1304|The smile that made your bosom move, 1304|You walked with quiet step, and bent 1304|Your face above that dancing child: 1304|A woman, half child and half girl, 1304|It was, the very pulse of pain, 1304|A woman, in mourning dress, and sad, 1304|And in love that ever died. 1304|And now that lonely brook that rolls 1304|Through that sweet convent's misty green 1304|In murmurs low, like some low sobbing tune, 1304|Your eyes have power to wander from their goal, 1304|While, with a wistful glance behind the boughs, 1304|The little brook whispers "He is dead." 1304|O Love! O Love! she spake, her voice 1304|All tremulous with agony. 1304|I could not see, nor she reply, 1304|I wept in spirit alone. 1304|I wept for hope, and fond desire, 1304|And the great hunger in my heart, 1304|Who, thirsting still for something new, 1304|Prayed that Love would have a share. 1304|But he, far hence, looked down on me, 1304|Heard my heart-broken plea, and spake: 1304|Dear Sister, all I ask of thee 1304|Is that thou would'st give me rest; 1304|Give me courage, strength, and peace, 1304|And my sick soul may soon be gay. 1304|But I cannot--no, I do not know-- 1304|Give thee my rest, though it were feebly; 1304|I am strong, and all my frame is plained, 1304|Love and hope are dim and gone for aye; 1304|I am weak, though by Love's decree 1304|I walk the road that lies below. 1304|My body, O my God! my soul, indeed, 1304|The whole world's store of love is all forgotten, 1304|And the last wish of my heart lies dead and cold: 1304|I do not know how long I live--or die! 1304|My body, I still know not how long I live! 1304|THE moon, up-gathered, 1304|Like a green and hollow cup, 1304|Cradled, in air, the light. 1304|Her eyes, like hearts of gold, 1304|With softness warm and holy, 1304|Were like the infant's, 1304|And like the mother's, 1304|The moon, so crystal-eyed; 1304|And in her hair the silver glory stood; 1304|She seemed a queen, 1304|As in the clear blue sky 1304|That smiles by river-lakes 1304|The rosy-bosomed April-day: 1304|And the star in the blue lake-- 1304|The golden and wavy light 1304|Of her rosy shadow--floated on high. 1304|On this sweet night, 1304|Sweet night! once more 1304|I lay and thought 1304|Of that long ago; 1304|And a song rose deep and strong in my heart; 1304|And a song so sweet-- 1304|So sweet, I deem 1304|It cannot be 1304|Like a child's small voice, 1304|So low and clear-- 1304|And so I loved, and sang in my sleep. ======================================== SAMPLE 6270 ======================================== 1005|That on the side of easy Pisa holden 1005|The sots, that in myrtle shades were once his haunt. 1005|There first I saw him shine, and thence with joy 1005|His image seated on my cheek beheld 1005|That one, who otherwhere was calling aloud, 1005|And pointed to a place, where all were mute. 1005|"O thou, my brother!" he said, "who through the town 1005|Warbleth thy name, a second time, call up: 1005|For there, where graff is hard and ill-will 1005|Lurks of old, a man by name Vanni Bruni, 1005|Who still is chaste, and weds with amorous act 1005|To his first spouse, who 'scapes to seek her still." 1005|To him my guide: "Not yet, not yet remaineth here 1005|Nor languishes in death, thyself nor others 1005|For who thou art I know not, nor your acts. 1005|Henceforth if thou obtainesse such honor, 1005|That of the two bridges thine arm may suppl, 1005|The one more powerful for its port it being, 1005|Thou mayst pass safely with thy life remaining 1005|To the other, passing underneath its shade." 1005|Then of that forest Gavanna wept, where 1005|E'en weeping Matanza's self could scarce 1005|Watch forleavings of the breeze, that, as it 1005|Fell, clave the steep. They on each other gaz'd, 1005|And gazed each other with the eyes bloodguilt. 1005|Soon as their dear companions' eyes were closed, 1005|By sourest love transfus'd, O'er them seemed 1005|A light to move, and in their hearts' regard 1005|To be express'd. "Speak," they cried, "your are brothers." 1005|"O Flora!" all one while, "your hearts thus far 1005|From wrong adjusted, have not yet dis- 1005|Compative: but that one who was with us, 1005|E'en now appears to us disunited. 1005|Submit, then, if unmerciful: the haz 1005|Shade of him who sits before you is his, 1005|Who was in childhood left alone. My tongue 1005|Must speak the truth. He was a traveller light, 1005|And carried in his pouch, so slain was he, 1005|Enrag'd to make it take this colour: and this, 1005|Thanks to the herb, which bringeth luck to men, 1005|In that same pouch did he deliver up." 1005|I then: " if that thief had in the bush 1005|Stored any treasure, or of gold comparable, 1005|Or 'Scorpion's Claw,' or similar token, 1005|This day's punishment would not divert him." 1005|" The fat was the only substance associated 1005|With Ceres. 1005|--Allude, then, to the lean leaven, which the youth 1005|And I were using, misusing was the change." 1005|"Fix on him, fix on him, fix on him!" loud 1005|Rose at the hearing of that dark mockery 1005|Among the other voices, which have since 1005|Become a proverb: whereupon my Lord, 1005|His beard stretching to the ears, all in disorder 1005|Discharging in one mighty burst, exclaim'd: 1005|"There is no torment, there is no wrath!" 1005|I do not think aught of these things now, 1005|But what I saw at Worms is worth living. 1005|When I had reach'd the bridge, that circunes the foss 1005|So keen, that its place no more may be obtain'd, 1005|My Lady call'd me: "Let not fools fool you, 1005|For these clear tokens, old man, of such care, 1005|As tell you that your state is unsound." 1005|"Be assured," thus he replied, "that I was 1005|In every thing your Bluest for your Warnings." 1005|When he had said this, his hand he laid on my 1005|So fair a one, that ha ======================================== SAMPLE 6280 ======================================== May I ask you how much it cost us? 2997|I heard you pay me a dozen--that's well! 2997|You might have asked me a dozen times more 2997|If you'd sent it to me with all your will. 2997|When did you send it to me? I don't know, 2997|And it's not mine to know--but I can guess 2997|They wanted George; and just where you live 2997|Was what I thought, but say, 'twas somewhere 2997|To the land where he's been since, you know. 2997|I'd give you one hundred pounds for that 2997|If I had one hundred more to spend. 2997|It's strange, 'tis strange! I think I'd have to take 2997|That lady in the Garden, that is me. 2997|I've always felt that I was made to sit there, 2997|But in a different way, while they laughed. 2997|I never did and I can't do that - 2997|To smile there, while they gossip and talk, 2997|I can't do it; it's _wrong_ and _unnatural_, 2997|And it's better ways: I _must_ sit and think 2997|And think and think, and think and think, 2997|And think and think and think for ever, 2997|For I can't do that, and so I must! 2997|You're a lovely girl 2997|As any in the whole town, 2997|And you never take a wrong turn 2997|But where's the chance of a miss? 2997|And you never, never make a fuss 2997|And you never do a swither, 2997|And you never lie about your coat 2997|For any of the boys. 2997|No, Mary; 'tis my duty; 2997|For I've seen you now 2997|Each day a bit more queer; 2997|And so 'tis plain you ought to love me 2997|As you ought to ever! 2997|When I was first come in 2997|I thought I had the place of the table 2997|(You'd hardly know I was there, 2997|Nor I, nor Mary). 2997|'Tis wrong of me, you say, 2997|To think the way you were seated there, 2997|And the way you kept your place - 2997|My head's quite clear of your arms and neck; 2997|It's just an hour since and I've worked as I ought. 2997|But though you've played the fool, 2997|I can't help it, I'm sure!: 2997|I'm sorry you made a fuss; 2997|I'd not have done it any more. 2997|And do not say things like that; 2997|For I can't help it I've done my duty, you see. 2997|I am the thing that I say I am, 2997|For it is that, not for love of her, 2997|Not for want of her, that I do not love her. 2997|I'm a bird at heart and she is not, 2997|She is not, I think, and I'll be bound, 2997|She is not, I think, though I am so blest, 2997|For what I really is I do not know. 2997|If you have a mistress she must have 2997|A kindly, kindly mind, and always, above all, 2997|A smile that will make men afraid, 2997|And smiles that will beguile, 2997|Though, of course, we sometimes have to try 2997|That smile and beguile. 2997|For though the maid must be right square, 2997|There's no being too fat, too wise, 2997|Or good, or good-hearted, or just, 2997|But, when you're alone, 2997|The time must come, however hard it be, 2997|When, looking calmly in his eyes, 2997|You may say: 2997|'Mebbe that's my wife, so's he! 2997|What if he's as plain as his nose is!' 2997|'Nay!' why, 'yes; that's true.' 2997|The maid must be nice and sweet. 2997|And, if he ======================================== SAMPLE 6290 ======================================== 2625|Lines which she writes _in lieu of her own penman_. 2625|_The following essay, which appears here first, is not that of 2625|any one in any art, but it is directed to a class of young 2625|Artists who are ambitious of possession. I myself have published 2625|little and often in several forms, but as the number of this kind 2625|increases as the number of years with which it is unfinished, 2625|little or anything can be said; for I can only say that it has 2625|"She is the very LILLY of the Alps." 2625|conversation. In my first years I was reading in the castle of 2625|"A LITTLE poem here at last! 2625|That will make you young again." 2625|I have been thinking a long while of a little girl, whom I first had 2625|recognition, that she is beautiful, I am not a lover, but only a 2625|partner, and she is here for a purpose. 2625|"Ah! wherefore hast thou left the field?" 2625|"So thou shalt find thy glorious Home; 2625|With it thou shalt enjoy thyself, 2625|With thyself be glad, with great joy 2625|Be happy, and be thou blest." 2625|"The world is as one vast field," 2625|"I am a leaf, and thou a plant." 2625|"Thy will be done," she answered, 2625|"Though thou be as the least speck of dust." 2625|This little child was born to me in the old, old years, 2625|And, being free and happy and full of all the sunshine, 2625|I took no care to bid her suffer, or to teach her 2625|To strive for anything through happiness's sunshine. 2625|But by and by, a thought came over her fancy, 2625|And the wild years ran over in a flood of sorrow: 2625|It came with the rising of the rose, and the dying of the 2625|rose, and the earth's burden of its golden mass: 2625|It came with the breaking of ribbon, and ring on ring of ribbon, 2625|And the child's heart beat with the pain of breaking. 2625|Oh! I have loved thee, child of mine! in many, many a way, 2625|Sweet, simple, frail, and tender, and sweet in another way, 2625|And I loved thee more and more, and thought I should love thee 2625|for ever, for the touch of thy little hand in mine; 2625|And I have thought, should this tenderness be used to make 2625|Love within the heart a sacred thing, my heart would beat 2625|a-throb with gladness for thy sake. 2625|The night is black above the blackness of the grave. 2625|Be happy; there's no need to weep, or call it misery; 2625|You may keep your dear ones as long as you will forget; 2625|But when your heart is broken, and there's a witherless, barren 2625|What can a life of misery give but peace of mind? 2625|The mirth that is born at daybreak, the jocund morning, 2625|The merry, summer morning, the early evening haze, 2625|Are mirth but of the morning kind; for though they be the guests 2625|Who live, but live not, they will make merry with the dead; 2625|And it is the part of our best life to think of our dead, 2625|In the rich night of sorrow when all hope is dead. 2625|"I hear the song of the lark," 2625|Will come to me, 2625|"He sings for ever," 2625|Will sing and come back. 2625|The night is black above the blackness of the grave; 2625|Be happy; there's no need to weep, or call it misery; 2625|You may keep your dear ones as long as you will not forget; 2625|But when your heart is broken and there is nought to laugh at, 2625|What can a life of sorrow give but peace of mind? 2625|If there's anything that I've missed lately in my love 2625|(Though I loved you last night), it's been the wrong things that you've 2625|" ======================================== SAMPLE 6300 ======================================== 37365|To the world of men, 37365|And I knew that this my life of manhood was 37365|A thing of nothing worth; 37365|That my life was but an empty name and naught, 37365|Where there is neither time nor space: 37365|And to think that my life was something more 37365|Than naught in naughtiness meant. 37365|And I cried "What am I now? 37365|That Life this all?" 37365|For nothing but this was all I knew: 37365|And this is all I bore; 37365|Naught in it--nothing is it worth: 37365|If it be naughtiness, 37365|It is not worth the while of bliss and pain 37365|I had of nothingness!" 37365|This was the tale I told to you: 37365|That this life, its beauty, and its joy, 37365|Were only empty phrases, 37365|Words that some wise man wrote 37365|To win from Nature, in an age remote, 37365|A gift that Nature might his will fulfil. 37365|And now the winter wanes; 37365|The woodlands' shadows, wan, 37365|Gather round the leaf-hung house, the hearth, 37365|And wither into shadows. 37365|The bird still flutters in the branch, 37365|And cries, and looks around; 37365|He finds no rest upon the bough, 37365|And only sighs and cries. 37365|No peace upon the housetops sleeps; 37365|The cottage-door is wide; 37365|But who comes now to bid adieu 37365|To that unquiet one? 37365|Ah me! and now the moon is bright, 37365|And I am wan and worn; 37365|But still the window-panes are blue 37365|And still the hearth-stone burns. 37365|For me the woodlands are as desert 37365|Where once I filled my youth; 37365|And only death and winter remains 37365|To torment me this night. 37365|All in the darkness, 37365|All through the night, 37365|I heard the wind whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|"I pray ye pray, bless my hands, 37365|And help my pain!" 37365|The wind whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|He had grown so big and fat 37365|He could not stay still, 37365|And the tree-tops cried, "Alas!" 37365|And the wind whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|"He will come back!" they said, 37365|And look to the right, and go 37365|For the tree-tops' help to go, 37365|And the storm whistle, whistle, 37365|The rain whisper, whisper. 37365|But he answered with a bow 37365|And looked calmly down; 37365|'Twas a kind old spirit 37365|That prayed from the storm 37365|For the help God had given, 37365|And a spirit sweet, and still, 37365|And a gentle spirit, too, 37365|And a little quiet tree. 37365|And a tree it is in a wood, 37365|Of many trees in the wood; 37365|And no one is sure to know, 37365|So all have hid in the thickets, 37365|And it never shines on a line, 37365|Nor runs across a field, 37365|With its straight and stately form, 37365|So it stands to the wind's blow, 37365|And it does not shine and play; 37365|With its short and scented stem; 37365|With its soft and yielding bark; 37365|And its thick old branches wreathing 37365|Like a tangled vine: 37365|I know its name 'isle Boney 37365|And it has grown up and down 37365|In the branches of all the trees 37365|On the branches of every hill, 37365|In the bush and the meadow-land, 37365|Along the grass and the river-beds; 37365|And I know what it is I see 37365|'T ======================================== SAMPLE 6310 ======================================== 19221|Heedless of what shall come to pass, 19221|Till one great day the ages' breath 19221|Shall bid the Future come; 19221|And he, the prince of song, who sways 19221|The harp of glory, him bewail 19221|The waste and ruin'd past: 19221|Or, but for him, the thronging hours 19221|Of busy care and grief would waste; 19221|And he, the prince of song, might share 19221|The woes of others, none but he: 19221|He, the prince of song, who sways 19221|The harp of glory, him bewail. 19221|The lute that Urbine strung 19221|Has long outlived the toil 19221|That bade him play the fool; 19221|And Urbine, he fares too well, 19221|To clutch the lute, or bring 19221|To frigid Urbine 19221|One who could rival his. 19221|O let that lute 19221|Survive his toil, his pains, 19221|Eternal be the lute, 19221|The fool and fiddler's art-- 19221|The fool and fiddler's skill! 19221|Let Urbine be l1141-522|The fool and fiddler's thrall; 19221|He, fool and fiddler, dies! 19221|I had a little more than I need to keep me busy, 19221|And far, far more than is prudent in a poor man; 19221|So, having everything, except a mind and a stout heart, 19221|I put everything into my poor man's hands. 19221|Thou, who hast turned from the noble arts of war, 19221|The toils of, and the dangers of;-- 19221|Come to the mountains, come to the deserts hoar, 19221|Come with me, and be thine. 19221|I have been rich, I have been poor, in the course 19221|Of many sleepless hours, many a midnight hour, 19221|Many a midnight hour; 19221|And, by my faith, I have been happy, I know, 19221|Though I have been poor in the best order. 19221|And thou wilt have something of that heavenly state, 19221|I pray thee, if thou wilt, at the best, 19221|If thou wilt, at the worst, 19221|To make thy heart contented be the place 19221|Where the poor poor are not. 19221|And if thou hast the gift of nature's art, 19221|Thine be the heart which God hath given thee: 19221|Nature's hand, not man's, shall fashion thee, 19221|Man never having lived; all things shall be 19221|Conceived of in thee; all is thine own, 19221|What thou hast, the more will thou have; what man 19221|Wast thou of every thing? If nature gave 19221|Thee all things that men ask, thou must be rich; 19221|If not, thou must be poor indeed. 19221|And man in all things ask a blessing most: 19221|Wast thou aught? Thou shalt be blessed; hast thou 19221|Strips of a desert, or snowdrops pale 19221|On the verge of winter mists with thirst 19221|That never shall be slaked? 19221|Then take of me, O thou unjust! 19221|Take of me thy wretchedness, 19221|Because I care not for thee; for thee 19221|I have no riches to give. 19221|Therefore for thee I cannot live: 19221|So I can only pray. 19221|_The poet's Wife._ 19221|He is a fool, and yet a better fool 19221|Will ever make his thousand swallows 19221|Of idle words and vain debate 19221|Make up for lost time in the weary hours 19221|Of even-song. 19221|As one whose thoughts have lost the way 19221|And come upon a forgotten street 19221|Where nothing else but distant lamps grow white, 19221|Hast thou any joy when thou dost walk 19221|Back by this road the stranger's ghost doth haunt? 19221|Say, have I not some cause to be ======================================== SAMPLE 6320 ======================================== 2619|And, like a child that wets his eyes 2619|At sultry noons in summer weather, 2619|I watch the sun and wish the sky 2619|Was clear, the grasses still, and still the sea. 2619|You look so small, so huggèd small, 2619|And think of things that one should do 2619|And do it very slight, yet, 2619|As if it were the smallest tree 2619|That ever yet could support a boat. 2619|My little boat it is, a wheelbarrow, 2619|For I in this dark, damp alley way 2619|Am forced to ply my task intent. 2619|The sun in heaven has lit a fire, 2619|Wherein I sit or boil or freeze, 2619|As heats the northern woods in spring. 2619|The fires of heaven in my path appear, 2619|To heat me through, though all around 2619|Are barren, ugly, gloomy space. 2619|I sit until my toil is done: 2619|The cold wind blows and chill November falls. 2619|All day my housewife murmurs: "Weary, 2619|Or you will have to go to bed! 2619|There is no work to get your daily bread; 2619|Let's keep the warm to heat your house." 2619|My housewife, weary, hungry, cries, 2619|"But cold will it be in the night, 2619|If even then the sun could warm you!" 2619|Winter storms and winters later, 2619|Still I keep awake to wait 2619|For warm, bright sunshine still to break 2619|Through the gloomy clouds and snow, 2619|Until autumn comes of sunshine and laughter. 2619|"I am hungry, little housewife, 2619|I have been so long in a house, 2619|Such food and so much care entailed, 2619|But I must go! 2619|I must go, 2619|I have been so careful, 2619|But that food it was so much 2619|Which I got. 2619|I must go, 2619|I have been so worried, 2619|But the snow has given me 2619|Much work. 2619|I must go, 2619|I have been so lonely, 2619|I should have been toiled for, 2619|I think. 2619|I have had food and care, 2619|But now' 2619|Heaven forbid, I must eat 2619|That which I have been eating! 2619|I have been very kind to you, 2619|But I dare not tell you to go; 2619|How can you hope to be 2619|Your father's friend? 2619|I have been kind and safe. 2619|But here's the change: 2619|He will betray me, 2619|Pierce my breast with a knife, 2619|Nor fear I then 2619|I could withstand him, 2619|The man who has been good! 2619|Then where shall I go to? 2619|I must now forego my claim, 2619|And bear your son's disgrace. 2619|He who is just to you: 2619|And the least kind: 2619|And most kind indeed-- 2619|Have a father's friendship. 2619|And he is just to me: 2619|He is just and true 2619|In the sight of Heaven; 2619|He will have me bear 2619|The child of shame and sin! 2619|When we first met, you seemed so 2619|Fresh and sweet,-- 2619|The very flowers, the grass, 2619|The birds seemed fair; 2619|But, ah! that life was not 2619|For very long. 2619|Ah, soon its sunny hours 2619|Are over, soon its raining hours 2619|Will come again; 2619|Soon, too soon, your happy hours 2619|Will disappear; 2619|Your flowers will wither and die; 2619|Soon, too soon, your flowers will die: 2619|Your flowers, your sweetest hours, 2619|With their own sweets are over: 2619|The rain is on the head and fields, 2619|The ======================================== SAMPLE 6330 ======================================== 17448|For the sake of the maid-call 17448|Who has been to a bridal, and they won't be a-fishing 17448|When they see the fisher go. 17448|We have sinnin' a niver talk o' fairin' to the maid of my dear! 17448|Niver talk; we'll just daff the fairin', so's to boot, or I a dactyl! 17448|Our mither is fair, but my dear mither is the fairest of all! 17448|She'll dye you white and red, if ye'll but hear her prayin' sae sair; 17448|For her prayin' sae sair is dactyl, whate'er's a-sailin' in the sea! 17448|Ye'll see her in spring again, or till the cauld twilight's away; 17448|For the sake o' that maid-call, I dare na be the sordidliest man! 17448|O! 'tis but just the thinkin' o' her misspent, lost auld Schuler be'ind 17448|Of all the brides I've got, O! that maid is my very first! 17448|Sic ane as I ken the bonnie lass o' Doon sae kythe to woo, 17448|Nif du as I lo'e, why, the lass o' Leith's o' my ain dear Jesse! 17448|O! wha 'll buy my han' for just ae bit o' the die? 17448|Nif du I've bought my han' in a' a' hour o' the day! 17448|Ye may gang hame whaur ye list, as I'll buy the same frae me, 17448|But ye'll not get ma masthead ornaments ornaments like that, 17448|And I could hae a thought as I glame--a thought as I glame-- 17448|Some things may ne'er be put behind me, as I could hae a mind! 17448|So let them gang by e'en as they will, or e'en as I may, 17448|And see ye come to Branksome-cross at the bend o' the track. 17448|It was my plan, my plan to get up there on the Downs-- 17448|To get up there on the Downs where a' is bein' scant; 17448|We got a' there on yon ridge, and a' thing up in a bin, 17448|And then I look'd wi'al as it fell deep in my chalk, 17448|And e'en as I cast it the caracole was singin' goun. 17448|Aye, and I could hear the little monstraugh, singin' far and near, 17448|Though the sun was dim wi' tipt ears on the hoofs of the van; 17448|A few maunderin' roughs that were callin' on the crest, 17448|And the green peat bour on by the house o' Auchinbow: 17448|And then I knew that we'd get our hopes up on the crest, 17448|And that the deil may get his though in't for nevermore. 17448|The belted shoon that I'd got for the ride o' the hills, 17448|I set it on as I mount'd and flang it abune; 17448|I'd niver got on ere I set on the dusky hills, 17448|And that was the reason why I took the fall! 17448|For I wasna there to daunder, but just to ride right on, 17448|And the fool that was I donna knaw ilk thing; 17448|And so I took the licht on the craturin' road, 17448|It was the best man an' worst man that I saw by a'! 17448|The first o' my breists was abune mair than the last, 17448|I'd put an auld man to shame nae whit! 17448|'Twas the tane o' my belted shoon that I fell on the downs, 17448|Sae I was nae dailin' to fall on the downs! 17448|It was the same as it was in first I kend, 17448|In first I kend, just the same as it was, but better; 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 6340 ======================================== 3160|In the wide waste of the burning air, 3160|Hear, oh! hear the song! and feel the power 3160|Of passion; and remember all; 3160|To me (to thee in later years) 3160|The song is sweet: the gods, forsooth! 3160|A man of lofty soul, of fame, 3160|And high renown! to all he shines. 3160|But these, to my regret, are lost." 3160|Thus she with tears, and sighs and sighs, 3160|The tears that flowed from love for me: 3160|With that, the nymph, too quick to weep, 3160|Spoke swift, and quickly spoke and said: 3160|"In every other spot that hears 3160|The voice of pain, thou deign'st to roam, 3160|O say, what feelings are allayed, 3160|In the blotted out record heard, 3160|When thou from other scenes of men 3160|Arriv'st, that here the song is wrought? 3160|From the deep pain of passionate thought, 3160|With thy mournful song, O say, descend! 3160|By all the gods my fate, my love, 3160|My name, my name is now forgot." 3160|A sudden silence, like a shroud, 3160|Dim through the flow of tears, ensued, 3160|Till, like a fire that turns away 3160|The sun, Eumaeus saw her stand, 3160|With all the nymphs of joy unsought: 3160|The goddess, with an air serene, 3160|Thus spoke; and smiling thus replied, 3160|"My native country, Pallas spune 3160|My footsteps through these woody bounds: 3160|The song of Phoebus, sung to praise, 3160|I would pursue with pleasure now; 3160|But when the nymphs that please the ear, 3160|My praise of all things sing, behold, 3160|I bend my ears and I refuse." 3160|"O goddess-born! (they answer'd one, 3160|And the fair maid, she thus begun) 3160|Thou shalt with joy be heard to greet 3160|The well-built temple's proud frontlet raised; 3160|When all have paid the orator's fee, 3160|And the dead god, in memory, bade 3160|That this dome all round expand, 3160|With rich pavilions to the skies, 3160|The nymphs to lead the living dame: 3160|Thy form the nimble nymphs pursue 3160|For ornament on the green recess. 3160|The maid that thou with arts hast pleased, 3160|A beauteous widow, nymph in grace, 3160|To me the nymph and her dead lord, 3160|And all the guests, shall with delight be found. 3160|Go then, thy god in this thy task perform; 3160|'Tis mine to serve thee in the grove: 3160|Be the palace, and the couch, and feast, 3160|As best I may, a tribute pay: 3160|The nymph shall be thy love at home; 3160|I take the charge of the fair dame. 3160|Away with her, the world's loud chatter! 3160|The last farewell from thee is mine." 3160|The chief had ended, and her eyes 3160|With tears of pity blest the skies. 3160|Then with a sudden step she stood, 3160|And thus to Pallas lowly said: 3160|"O most illustrious goddess high! 3160|(Thus while her eyes and thoughts with joy shine) 3160|The nymph that now I may not see, 3160|The nymph is with me, and the bliss 3160|Is mine, my joy is in my eyes, 3160|And all the gods my pleasure praise: 3160|O goddess high, my guardian power! 3160|Away with the nymph that love is thine. 3160|A way more tedious is not; 3160|Yet to the nymph I will pursue; 3160|For this I feel an ardour like 3160|The god's irresistible fire, 3160|And as I love her less and less, 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 6350 ======================================== 1365|His friends are all gone homeward, 1365|The people toil for nothing, 1365|The old man, deathless in wisdom, 1365|Rays round in a circle of glory, 1365|In the earth he will rest forever! 1365|"A child should never leave its nurturing mother, 1365|Nor a bird go its way unmonitored: 1365|But let me speak a word with caution: 1365|When you meet another lover, 1365|Think of what the two of you will say 1365|When later, together, together, 1365|You gather to greet each other! 1365|"No one knows, until you tell him, 1365|Save those two of you and yourself, 1365|Of the many things to which you will grow; 1365|But think of one thing only, only! 1365|The secret of your friendship for me, 1365|Your beauty, yours, and yours alone! 1365|"And how you will make the most of it, 1365|Think of the years that you will spend 1365|In a new marriage, child-long-born, 1365|In a new family, child-sister, 1365|In the love of children, after me! 1365|But remember, when you meet another, 1365|When you hear another's kiss, 1365|It is only a breath of the perfume strong 1365|And fragrant lingers in the air!" 1365|I took him in my hands, and said, "We meet 1365|In the land where the great winds perish; 1365|But let me tell you of his mother's face, 1365|And his white hair blowing in the sea!" 1365|We met him in the street of Aar, 1365|In the hall of Thorold noble; 1365|We met him at the table under the tree, 1365|And the roof of the roof fell from us, 1365|And we buried the Baggage of Baggifer 1365|Under Aar. 1365|We heard beneath our feet the tread 1365|Of the Baggage of Baggifer, 1365|Heard the sound of the vaulted roof 1365|Rippling down to the earth; 1365|We saw the last green leaf of the vine 1365|Grow round the coffin of Sir Gorm. 1365|But not a word of our story 1365|Was ever spoken more, 1365|Under the winds that whistled and shivered, 1365|Under the rains that drenched 1365|The highlands, and the sea-rocks riven 1365|And the winds and the sea-waves trampled; 1365|For it was but the dead's tale told, 1365|That he had been a hunter, 1365|A hunter from a far countrée 1365|In Arcturus, where the highlands 1365|Are rich in the lily and the violet. 1365|It was in a country to the south 1365|That a good fisher came from Europe; 1365|He was clad in a coat of tan, 1365|And the hair on his temples braided 1365|And he had a slender reed in his hand, 1365|Which he used not to strain. 1365|And he stood beside his boat, 1365|And he said to us, "Behold the face 1365|Of the Lady of the Lake, 1365|That we have saved for ages yet; 1365|And we cannot tell whether she be young, 1365|Or old, or something in between. 1365|"She is sitting in a hollow tree, 1365|Beside a little river of stone, 1365|That stands between the stone and river 1365|As still as the banks of a bowl. 1365|"She has tossed her weeds since early morning, 1365|And I have seen her from early dawn, 1365|In this very house beneath the porch, 1365|I have seen her from early dawn." 1365|He spoke not, but from out his pocket 1365|There came forth a locket of stone; 1365|Which he laid on the table bare, 1365|Then opened the clasp, and saw therein 1365|A gilded bevy of pearls. 1365|The Lady of the Lake opened it; 1365|She did look upon the ======================================== SAMPLE 6360 ======================================== 15370|An' aye was aye bawbee and squint 15370|When they went to t' ole town. 15370|'Cause that's where t' ole men did come, 15370|An' 't only makes it hard 'n' fair 15370|'Cause they couldn't mak' no fuss 15370|When they went to t' ole town. 15370|'Cause the children told when they came 15370|That when they got to t' ole town, 15370|They'd make a big fuss, an' a', 15370|An' a lot w'en they'd come an' leave 15370|An' go to t' ole town. 15370|But they never could make a fuss 15370|When they came to t' ole town, 15370|But baith w'en they wanted to and needed to, 15370|They'd all make a fuss now. 15370|I'd like t' ole folk to come an' be 15370|Till they made t' pore ole man fall down, 15370|An' that'd be true perfection; 15370|But we can't when we'd better cuddle 15370|An' snuggle right in to t' ole town. 15370|I'm tired o' t' ole town, an' all the dear, 15370|An' the ole folks is nice-like, an' quiet like; 15370|But the moults is kind o' increased to w'ile, 15370|I've come by moulting to-day. 15370|I was sick o' howver an' the like, 15370|In early summer time, 15370|I mowned all t' trees an' all t' bushes an' all t' lads, 15370|"Oh dear!" I cryd. 15370|It's sich he can't get his moults lower'd; 15370|That's the way I wish I could, 15370|An' to think that I' moul divided out 15370|By the same boy. 15370|No! I'll be free of all t' fancies they can get, 15370|An' what I can't get won't get get;-- 15370|The ole boy won't be a-liegin' around for me, 15370|I'll a-learn to crow. 15370|I'll be a-lively a-goin' in an' among 15370|What's there upon earth yit; 15370|My feet can run after the hoe, or ride 15370|The ox-turning press. 15370|Oh, I'm sure they'll be moulting me the grace 15370|That I 'm a-goin' to be-- 15370|A-lively a-goin' to be; 15370|I'll be as a man who has been 'wayth through, 15370|An' an' a-lively a-goin' to be. 15370|"They've just a little ole woman in the church, 15370|Who's called the house up the ole churchman called-- 15370|A poor little, little, little woman, that was." 15370|An' so I did, 15370|An' I didn't think much of it, an' saw 15370|A-livin' was sweet. 15370|Oh, well, you know, 15370|I never got sich a feeling from it 15370|As I'd 'eard 'em tell. 15370|But it's moulting me; an' t' main reason it's 15370|So great a drain upon, 15370|An' I'm a-goin' to be-- 15370|A-lively a-goin' to be; 15370|I'll learn to crow. 15370|I'll be a-lively a-goin' to be, 15370|In all the ways I don't understand; 15370|I'll be a-goin' to help my mother, 15370|Bein' she don't get up without me. 15370|I'll be a-lively a-goin' to be, 15370|In all the ways I don't understand; 15370|The only thing I cannot understand 15370|Is what I'm a-doing. ======================================== SAMPLE 6370 ======================================== 26333|That night a strange voice cried from the other side 26333|Of the churchyard: "You are condemned!" 26333|He had but just then turned 26333|And looked back upon the moonlit road, 26333|And the night road again,-- 26333|Again the cold, wet, silent air was filled 26333|With the wild, discordant sound! 26333|But through his pulses a mighty bound 26333|Of pitying love was kept, 26333|For his wife's sake. She was so weak and old-- 26333|And she was Christian once. 26333|The music in his soul was stirred 26333|No more by that low cry, 26333|But by the clear, clear gleam of her eyes, 26333|And the soft, moonlighted air. 26333|And he did not speak, he did not stir, 26333|For all his love was spent. 26333|He lay like some tall ship that sinks 26333|Upon the deep blue sea, 26333|But no one heeded the dying flame 26333|Which blazed in her dying eyes. 26333|For the high tide of passion swept 26333|All apart, and left them numb 26333|In an utter peace, as though death were but 26333|A passing dream. 26333|But he did not learn her fate,-- 26333|For a voice whispered in his ear: 26333|"The people of your native land, 26333|"Have found you out; and they have bound 26333|"Your murderer, and he shall be tried 26333|"And punished sorely." 26333|Then slowly, slowly, slowly he bent 26333|His weary head, 26333|Sought in his heart a Christian's right, 26333|And slowly died,--a dying name. 26333|I heard her singing 26333|When the wind was warm, 26333|And the leaves were soft and wet; 26333|While in my lane there sat 26333|A red-cheek'd, crimson-lipp'd 26333|Little Bea at her side. 26333|I heard her singing 26333|When the wind was low, 26333|And the nightingale patted 26333|Her little brown forehead. 26333|When the wind blew drearily 26333|From the end of the day, 26333|I let it wander by 26333|And forgot it was her. 26333|When the tempest blew wild 26333|In the night through screen, 26333|I knew she was fair and sweet, 26333|Though she blush'd with the rain. 26333|But the storm at her side 26333|Put on a sudden smile, 26333|And the nightingale patted 26333|Little Bea's ivory throat. 26333|When I was lost in Wales, far, far away, 26333|Whither they'd send me, and they'd send me home-- 26333|Altho', where I am--I hardly knew, 26333|And I'm sorry I came to live with them 26333|Whither they'd sent me, because--I'm no -- 26333|I'm no what?--yes, a lady--yes, a maid? 26333|And I --A--m--ned? Ah, why --just one? 26333|And I--went! Oh, I want me to go away 26333|In the same room. 26333|And my room?--a small apartment--yes, a bed; 26333|And the same clothes I wear, but on the dresser; 26333|A candle, too, and a fairy mirror. 26333|And a flute-voice, if it's very fine: 26333|I'm a--G----d! ah! a--m--ned! a--m, too, _sous!-- 26333|_Le je suis lait!_ I know, too, your name, 26333|Your voice; but what have I done with you? 26333|Ah, I _can_ not; ah, I want you more, 26333|With roses on your lip; and you've made me shamed 26333|To be yourself; and I must let you go, 26333|And all the rest will settle down to be. 26333|You're a child; your heart knows nothing of love, 26333|Nay, love, ======================================== SAMPLE 6380 ======================================== 1280|And we went back together. 1280|_Here's a picture of their graves._ 1280|THEY are resting at their graves, 1280|But in their graves is no flower, 1280|For this is the grave of the soldier men, 1280|and this is the grave of the women, 1280|The grave of the men was like a valley: 1280|A valley of shadow, 1280|A shadow of valleys 1280|Where the clouds and the trees came down, 1280|And it hurt the valley, 1280|And their souls came back, and the soul of man; 1280|And the people was tired with the war; 1280|And they gathered in a lodge together 1280|And they prayed to the Lord to put men in it. 1280|He put them in it, 1280|And they fought to their hearts' content 1280|In the glory of victory 1280|And the glory of victory, 1280|And their souls came back, and the soul of man. 1280|And this was the story of their sleep: 1280|"It was a black, and the night was dark, 1280|And we never slept beyond the morning; 1280|But we dreamed of sleep, 1280|And that was all the sleep we dreamed of: 1280|And we dreamed of sleep" 1280|THE sun went up in a shroud 1280|Last night in the forest. 1280|The green trees rose up from the ground 1280|As if to the sky, 1280|And they spoke together 1280|As if they were going to shout out, 1280|"Hail, thou beautiful sky! 1280|And every tree 1280|That grows in the forest 1280|Shout, ho! for thee!" 1280|But the wind has been here 1280|All night long in the forest, 1280|But it has blown over the tree 1280|In its shroud of death. 1280|The red leaves quiver, 1280|And the branches groan; 1280|The red leaves lie on the ground 1280|Dying 1280|As if they were dying of cold; 1280|And the trees stand idly by 1280|In the forest in death, 1280|The trees without a voice 1280|Staring, 1280|In the forest in death. 1280|The wind has been here 1280|Through the night in the forest, 1280|But it has blown over the tree 1280|In its shroud of death. 1280|Now the tree is silent 1280|And the leaves curl up in death, 1280|And the birds are gone, 1280|And the tree is silent now 1280|In the forest in death. 1280|I HEARD of the old days--the years of 1280|God and Nature--and all the old songs 1280|That I had heard for so long and often, 1280|When I was child and they were singing, 1280|Came to me at last and drew me to them. 1280|They were songs of God like other songs-- 1280|But more beautiful. 1280|I HEARD of the old days when I stood at 1280|the window and watched the gray March clouds 1280|Clump up the sky and drift across the 1280|river, 1280|And in the distance far into the distance 1280|the leaves lay sleeping, 1280|Sleeping soft as a sleeping star, 1280|And the sun came out and shone and called the 1280|woods into their glory and awoke the 1280|hush. 1280|I HEARD of the old times when all the earth 1280|was young, and the world was filled with 1280|happiness and gladness. 1280|I HEARD of the old, old days. 1280|And I felt that all of these things were 1280|properly mine. 1280|But when I was brought up here I found 1280|my heritage no longer worthy 1280|my memory to cherish. 1280|And I knew that it was a waste of the 1280|best gifts of God 1280|To make me a captive of the times then on my 1280|block. 1280|And then I heard of the end of the world 1280|And heard the bells ring ======================================== SAMPLE 6390 ======================================== 2130|From the earth he takes his flight, 2130|And in silence waits for his sweetheart at last. 2130|Then on the earth the young men and maidens all 2130|Whose love for them was pure and tender stand; 2130|The fair and the foul, and the young and old 2130|Come to a long farewell from the happy shore! 2130|The youth, who had loved her a whole week past 2130|When he first chanced to tire, 2130|Turns to her then, his reverent kiss upon 2130|Her hair's bright crown of gold. 2130|Ah! what a heavy blow for such a hope! 2130|And she, in her own heart's depths, 2130|Puts forth some tender prayer for this last week 2130|And her dear, true lover's child! 2130|The man of the water's shore, whose breast is 2130|The sea's own Heaven, whose heart is 2130|The sea's deep heart, in whose bosom ever glows 2130|The pride of man and his strength, 2130|Is of the mighty race of the giants, 2130|Savage, ungoverned, unskill'd, 2130|Whom in the ocean-bays the sea-nymphs bore, 2130|With the strength of his limbs and the swiftness of his feet. 2130|So is it with some one of the ancient race 2130|Who in many a land-locked sea 2130|Has sought the land of promise, 2130|Sitting among the clouds, whose eyes are stars, 2130|Whom the white-faced steersman of heaven gaze on dawn and night. 2130|His name is O-Kis-ko, 2130|Of all the waves a sae bhriadan, 2130|To whose feet, with eyes upturn'd, 2130|The waters, as shews, are crown'd with snow. 2130|O-Kis-ko is a wavelet, which is fairer far 2130|Aneath the shadow of earth's home, than is fair Kip-Su. 2130|He swims on through space as do the sea and stars for fear, 2130|And he has eyes as dark as is Erebus' fire, 2130|Who is mad with love for one whom God and angels two 2130|Have made into the most terrible of monsters. 2130|But, from the ocean of her soul, which is as deep 2130|As the sea of dreams it brimmed over, there is rise 2130|A peace and joy and a perfect joy of peace 2130|Over the land of sorrow, to beat upon her heart. 2130|O-Kis-ko is the wavelet, whose hands go before 2130|A thousand ships with oary necks of silver, 2130|And sing a thousand songs and bear a thousand flowers, 2130|From his lips a song as soft as is the spring breeze. 2130|Her eyes have sweetness, and her voice a clear measure, 2130|Though not a note has left her without a song, 2130|A song to call out the souls of the saints of heaven 2130|A song to call down the stars on their heavenly way. 2130|O-Kis-ko is the wavelet, the world goes under 2130|As a river of wine flows forever before 2130|The eyes of all mankind and overflows the tongue 2130|Of godly poets and wise men in their day, 2130|Then sink like a wave of ocean when the tempest comes. 2130|His mouth the sea-flower is, and his eyes his wings, 2130|His hair in many colours, many and fair, 2130|And like the morning light over woods and plains 2130|Is his beauty, like evening's shadows over the sea. 2130|His voice is like the words of God to his own soul, 2130|That cannot say them in English or in Greek; 2130|It is soft as the voice of love that is to poor souls 2130|A sweet lullaby, the way of the wave-bearing poor. 2130|She is the wave of the ocean to all of earth, 2130|And she hears the wind and the rain and the sun, 2130|And she hears the white-faced shepherd bringing 2130|The rain to her who lies asleep in the wood, 2130|And the gentle sun ======================================== SAMPLE 6400 ======================================== 36661|The golden-brown fields which the sunlight fills, 36661|And the soft brown trees by the sea, 36661|And the sea's golden moun' that heaves and heaves 36661|In the deep stillness of the night; 36661|And the star-like moon, and the cloud-misted sky, 36661|And the wind that wanders the rose and the thorn, 36661|And the grass that grows by the shore, 36661|And the glow-worm that lights it on its way 36661|Along the line of the sea and the shore, 36661|From the dawn till the dusk. 36661|With the sun-dried fields and the sunlit sea, 36661|And the wind at its will, 36661|With the sea-smells and the rain-smells laden 36661|With nature's sweetness on each gust, 36661|From the dusk till the dawn. 36661|Then in my arms that were more dear to you 36661|Than the heart that is his in life yet; 36661|With your face so fair that I could never 36661|Take the part you gave me in death; 36661|With your lips where the warm blood was 36661|And with tears that night made my soul shine; 36661|With your soul's wild song-words and dream-words, 36661|That I heard in my dream-life's far diel, 36661|And your smile that was ever in mine eyes; 36661|With my soul in this peace-wrapped room; 36661|O, what part could I have had in your death, 36661|With your heart's sweet longing, and all 36661|The wild hopes that were ever in my eyes! 36661|She is coming, she is coming, 36661|Out of the East with the long light; 36661|With the far-off tune of the singer, 36661|Whose love shall never perish. 36661|She is coming to the West; 36661|I wait for your coming with fear, 36661|With the night-wind that shall never die. 36661|She comes not to the West, 36661|Out of the East, where the star-winds play; 36661|But the East's a star-sweet East, 36661|O song of the West, my true-love, 36661|Out of the West with her long light. 36661|The West is a land of dreams and peace, 36661|Where the night-scent falls from the sea; 36661|A land where I might be lost or glad, 36661|If you would bring the light. 36661|A land where love's own voice is heard, 36661|Where the sunset's heart is a part 36661|Of the skies' most ancient desire, 36661|Though you come not to the West. 36661|I love you, dear, for the wonder of it, 36661|Your face--a rose that a poet's hand 36661|Might lift to a heaven of star and star, 36661|For a moment; and your eyes, more dear 36661|Than all the sunshine and rain 36661|That fall upon earth; and your mouth, more sweet 36661|Than a lover's sigh: 36661|And your hair, as, at a touch of the hand 36661|That kisses it, brown as the hollyhocks, 36661|And white as the raven's wing of a bird. 36661|She turns--she turns to the West; and a star 36661|Blurs the skies; and a bird is winging aloft, 36661|And the white sea-mew comes, 36661|Calling to her from the dark,--and lies 36661|In a dream of gray. 36661|The West is a wild, wild world of flowers, 36661|And of sun and moon and sea; 36661|And the moon is a mystic song, a soul 36661|That stirs and sings 36661|All night there by the coast of the West. 36661|All night--all night, the wild West is calling; 36661|There is no song like a sigh 36661|That sweeps the soul by dream; and life's a flame 36661|With its promise of bloom. 36661|There is no song like the West; and I have said 36661|A wild and foolish thing: 36661|I ======================================== SAMPLE 6410 ======================================== 1280|And the old man did not see as he turned back to the other side. 1280|He has a great will; the other children do not do so 1280|For the joy of the whole world; they have grown up too fast, 1280|And the world has grown on them, and they must do as they are told. 1280|And the one who is old as the others is also dull. 1280|But there must be someone who has the patience to work out the 1280|little differences, 1280|Which is why I would say it is better--although I know not 1280|Which is why I would not be troubled--I would rather see you 1280|spite of all this-- 1280|And your eyes be, as they always were, kindly to me. 1280|I HAVE a house in a rich country 1280|Which I live in on a very little salary, 1280|I leave in the evening 1280|For an hour or two 1280|My work and my study, and my own garden, 1280|And my family and friends, 1280|And my garden's sun and my sweet view of the trees as they grow, 1280|For I have a soul and am strong in all my strength, 1280|And I try to be good, 1280|And give to my work 1280|Even when I can't possibly at all. 1280|Here I live in a house in a rich country, 1280|And every day, 1280|My dream and my heart and my love are the same, 1280|If anything 1280|Changed as the centuries have passed, 1280|Since I had only one, 1280|And it was built in a beautiful country 1280|Of good and bright flowers and fruit and sunshine, 1280|Where all my hopes and my joys and my hopes and my dreams come true 1280|And have never the least doubt or dread. 1280|In the days of our youth we had visions and hopes! 1280|And that's why I work day by day, 1280|And live in a dream of a house in a rich country 1280|With my family and friends, the sun and the sunbeams, 1280|And my garden and garden roses 1280|And the sweet view of the trees as they grow... 1280|And I keep always working or living 1280|And giving my heart and my soul to the work. 1280|THEY say that I am a little bird-- 1280|Yet I am one of Nature's most fearful creatures; 1280|I fear to look out of my window, 1280|And I fear to go out of the door. 1280|I'm scared of the lightning's flash, 1280|I'm really frightened of my body, 1280|And when I feel the weather coming 1280|I want to go right back to the old cellar. 1280|I fear the little branches of the elm-tree, 1280|I fear to see the spring's fullness when it is not there, 1280|And I dare not go into the kitchen, 1280|And back back out with my feet to the old cellar. 1280|The water ripples and splashes and gurgles, 1280|It rushes across the cellar floor, 1280|And through my heart, with my head under it, 1280|I watch a little stream, a blue stream, 1280|To run away and never be more at home, 1280|Back to its cellar and its dark cellar. 1280|THEY say I do not fear anything-- 1280|I do not fear a little bird, 1280|Though sometimes from the tree I feel a little stir-- 1280|So I think I should be good if I would stay, 1280|And never go out of door to go back to the old cellar. 1280|I fear not the weather, 1280|For the weather is only a book and a shadow. 1280|It is a wall that stands between me and me, 1280|And every time it changes the little bird, 1280|So I have nothing to do but look at the sky 1280|And try to remember my house in the old cellar. 1280|WELL, what do you think? 1280|Children, do not frighten the little folk, 1280|But simply talk to them and say: 1280|"Little people, we will teach you things 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 6420 ======================================== 1054|For ane may the oaken bow-tree bud. 1054|"Forbye, I am well-a-day, that thou shalt be 1054|My queen, Sir Thomas of Norwich." 1054|Thus sang the lily of the heather, 1054|Forbye, I am well-a-day, that thou wilt be 1054|My queen, Sir Thomas of Norwich, 1054|Your heart to my heart then, and my heart for thee, 1054|Weeping she did kiss and say, 1054|"Love me, love me, I shall be thy lady, 1054|And thy lady thou shalt be." 1054|And they have got a fair carronade, 1054|They walkd in a ring to the gate; 1054|But they're all asleep by the grave of the lord of the lady. 1054|And thus Sir Thomas sair unto his lady 1054|Spoke out his heart, sair unto her, 1054|When he heard her sobs and her sorrows. 1054|"What is the matter, love? what is the matter? 1054|Oh, what sairest thou about, my lady? 1054|Thy lover is dead, thy lover is dead." 1054|"O, he does lyes gude and well," quo' love. 1054|"But why does he lye by his lady? 1054|Or why sawe he e'en, and sawe he e'en?" 1054|"I heard him lye on the burn, and I heard him lye 1054|And in the waesome burn as well." 1054|"He is dead, and he lyes in the waesome burn; 1054|No, he is not, nor hath he been, 1054|Since first the heart was made alive, 1054|Since the time that the maid was born." 1054|"Thy lover is dead, and thy lover is dead. 1054|And thou must be thy lady now; 1054|And, Sir Thomas, be sure to be dead." 1054|"It is a mery morn in the brisk November, 1054|When the lark is sweet, the rose is red, 1054|And then on high the maidens bathe in the stream, 1054|With their cheeks bathed in the rain." 1054|"And I am my lady's lady now; 1054|And thou shalt be thy lady now." 1054|"O, but the king has forgotten his vows! 1054|For nevermore do his subjects bless her, 1054|Because thou hast forgot her." 1054|"O, he does lyes gude and well," quo love. 1054|"And if he did, he would not forget. 1054|And she, Sir Thomas, is so fair and so tall, 1054|I could kiss her to nought but white." 1054|"O, they've banged hands that have struck each other, 1054|And they're all angry that never were wed. 1054|There's many a wife on Loch Katrine yet." 1054|The bell on his bell ring did toll, 1054|The bells of Katrine did ring, 1054|"Now raise thy bell, and let it ring 1054|The pound and dram of ale; 1054|And the lady, she is come abroad, 1054|And they have haled the lady there. 1054|"And the lark on the burn is wet; 1054|The flower on the burn is shed, 1054|And they have cast the cup of the goblet o' the lady; 1054|And the lady is drunk to the dawter." 1054|He has made his horn full full; 1054|The water's in the well, 1054|And the lady is drunk, and her blood is bilin'. 1054|She has ta'en a white gown, 1054|And she sallied out of the house; 1054|And they have haled her to Glen Ellyn, 1054|And she's a lady yet." 1054|"Alas, my lady! my lady! my poor woman!" 1054|"O, she's so red, she's so red, 1054|And she's drunk, and they've hung her, 1054|They've hung her, hang-white, hang-yellow, 1054|For the d ======================================== SAMPLE 6430 ======================================== 15370|A-gushing out through the window-pane. 15370|"Hark to that noise!" says the Captain; 15370|"Who's there?" I cry. 15370|"It's Sir Rain, of course. A friend of the Poet's." 15370|"Oh, yes," says the Captain. 15370|Then, with a jerk, Sir Rain goes down. 15370|"What a brave old fellow," I said. 15370|"Pray what's the matter?" said the Captain. 15370|"That's the way Sir Rain doth keep it." 15370|"Why so?" says the Captain. 15370|"He shoots his bow before his gun. 15370|"What a funny little thing!" says she. 15370|"Oh, my! how do you manage it?" 15370|"Him?" says the Captain. 15370|"Why, that's what I call a good fellow. 15370|"Him?" says I. 15370|"Oh, I'm sure you are in a little trouble, 15370|But he is a brave old fellow-- 15370|The man who keeps it safe when they're a-crying." 15370|"That's the way." 15370|The Captain came from his walk. 15370|"Now you are angry with me," says he. 15370|"What--that?" I said. 15370|"And you're angry with the Captain," says he. 15370|"Well, let's see. I've a pretty eye." 15370|"Where the--the--what about?" I says. 15370|"What you've just said was--eh!" says he. 15370|"Of course it was his way to get you." 15370|"You think you're making a point?" 15370|"No, I--I don't! What I mean is--eh!" 15370|Why, I see what you mean very well," says she, 15370|"And, if it's going to make me so angry, 15370|Here is a pretty good explanation!" 15370|I'm quite sure the reason for it is," 15370|I said, "I'm getting too old for school." 15370|"No, no, I'm no aged," I said. "I'm just 15370|tired--ah me!" what I really mean is." 15370|"Why, why, old man, you must be silly," 15370|said the Captain--"and you see a school-pup 15370|doesn't make any noise when he's well fed." 15370|"Don't be silly," said the old man, smiling. "Of course 15370|it's not so strange. But it's only just 15370|possible to go to school, and get a good 15370|course of work, and get a good name, without 15370|being old." 15370|"Well, I don't like the name--I don't find any 15370|dignity about it if it means anything. 15370|"Ah, no!" said the old man; "but, you see, I'm 15370|from a noble pedigree, and I'd not like to see 15370|the name, as it stands here, become, instead of 15370|just being my own, become the name of every child 15370|who didn't have one, out there in the world!" 15370|"Ahh, no!" said the old man very mildly. "Don't be 15370|so very cross." 15370|"But the old thing's a shame!" says I. 15370|"But the name?" says he; "you wouldn't make an 15370|old man any quicker than I am." 15370|"And what would you do with the money?" says I. 15370|"What about the thing can I do with the money?" 15370|"All the name?" says he; "if it comes up as a 15370|possible thing to do." 15370|"But I'd hardly hope for it to stand for a 15370|long time. What with its old, old airs, and 15370|its great old name." 15370|"What is the thing?" says I; "and does it belong 15370|to you?" 15370|What I mean by this is, as I was saying, 15370|the name's the name of it--or rather ======================================== SAMPLE 6440 ======================================== 2491|Within thy heart; 2491|A song, not a sigh, 2491|A dream, not the dead, 2491|A shadow, a peace; 2491|I love thee, I love thee; 2491|Thou art the answer I seek. 2491|My soul that mourns thee 2491|Is faint with the weight of the years 2491|With which it was vexed then 2491|As, longing but for one moment, 2491|It clung unto thy soul 2491|To clasp it again and again; 2491|And now, as in the days 2491|Of a broken heart, 2491|My soul, alone for a moment, 2491|Weeps in memory's tear, 2491|And, all in vain, yearns 2491|For the pure light that faded then. 2491|The heart which was thy life, 2491|Is filled with the thoughts that seem 2491|As the breath of God's hand 2491|It breathes in the still night air; 2491|And all its dreams are 2491|The dreams of a bright, strange dream, 2491|Of the soul that is so strong and free 2491|And the dreams that are but vain and dim; 2491|And now, as in memory's night, 2491|It sighs in its own dream 2491|Of the soul that must dwell 2491|In a dream, but may but dwell 2491|In its own dim shadow. 2491|"O heart," the angel said, 2491|"Be comforted! 2491|Thou hast been saved, and thy soul 2491|Is glad and bold with God's grace; 2491|Thou never shalt see that face again 2491|That was dear, and that was dear; 2491|Thou shalt not once more behold again 2491|Thy home, thy loved, and thy true home. 2491|Then, all in the dark of night 2491|With the pale glimmer of night's darkness, 2491|Thy soul shall be filled with light; 2491|Then, all in the glad light of morn, 2491|Thou shalt wake up, pure as snow, 2491|With the peace of God's light. 2491|Then, all in the bright light of morning, 2491|Thou shalt sing to the sun; 2491|No shade, no shadow--no darkness 2491|But grace that lightens and fills thee. 2491|Then, all in the blessed light of morn, 2491|Thou shalt lay thee at God's feet, 2491|And say, the soul that is saved 2491|Hath risen risen to God's throne." 2491|The spirit was weak as a weak child, 2491|The heart was tired of its sorrow; 2491|He saw the shadows move over land and sea. 2491|The heart was sick with its pain and its woes; 2491|The spirit was weary with its strife; 2491|He was tired of death and the living woes. 2491|"It's well for the poor and the old 2491|That I am so old and free, 2491|To be the leader of a great, free band. 2491|The poor man--they shall be free." 2491|He stood on a throne of cloud, 2491|And the spirit held him fast; 2491|He was the ruler of a mighty, great, free band. 2491|"Now shall they go forth and strike 2491|At the foe that is strong and great; 2491|And if God will be true 2491|They shall march to the battle's brink, 2491|With the sword and the shield to guard, 2491|And the faith and the courage meet 2491|That his promise shall fulfill 2491|At God's voice and his behest." 2491|His eye was bright as the gleam 2491|Of a golden throne above; 2491|His voice was the song of the evening breeze: 2491|"O, the world is glad to be in tune; 2491|"With the joy of the woods and the peace of the sea, 2491|With the harmony of birds' notes that ring, 2491|And the music of waters' songs that sing. 2491|"O, the world is glad to be in tune; 2491|And the day is coming the world ======================================== SAMPLE 6450 ======================================== 8187|_I_ can find out in them their best parts, 8187|And now I'll tell thee, my dear, 8187|I'd have them do my bidding, if I could see the use of it. 8187|How happy are they who in their youthful days, 8187|In the happy light of their noble mirth, 8187|Have loved with a love that's pure and eternal; 8187|Who, all their life-time, in the sports of youth, 8187|Have trod the fields of joy in youth or sport at will,-- 8187|Who have loved the earth and the sky like angels, 8187|The stars, the light,--the magic light of a soul 8187|Like their own, and never, never let grief, 8187|That dark and silent brother of pleasure, 8187|Pass by in its dark and stilly guise-- 8187|But _thee_, dear God! who can tell what pain, 8187|When life's play times are all over for a while, 8187|Could tempt thee, for a love as tender and deep 8187|To linger here, and nevermore see it dim, 8187|Lest, in the morning, ere a minute's play, 8187|It should vanish completely from thine eyes!-- 8187|Then, dear God! if these words thou wouldst give me, 8187|Now, here's the first line of it,--there's more yet! 8187|Then, dear God!--I'll think it a true thing 8187|To love the man I only love in game. 8187|There's that about thee, my God; a soul, 8187|So very noble, yet light and tender, 8187|That seems, even now, some star of mine, 8187|Which, shining in the midst of the storm, 8187|Could shine no longer, while the storm did break;-- 8187|Whose noble name will be known to the skies 8187|Ere long, in its lightest and gentlest form, 8187|To shine a light on another's misery! 8187|There is that which makes the hearts of the fair, 8187|At the first smile of Beauty, all on fire; 8187|But--my heart within me! there's something 8187|Which makes it burn so dimly when she smiles; 8187|I've felt the warm blood of thy cheek 8187|Gushing to mine,--but, oh, it needs not now-- 8187|There are other things more worth my while; 8187|And, tho' my heart's as yet darkly stirred, 8187|I've watched thee all day through, till past the dark; 8187|While all about, the lovely scene 8187|Had thrilled to a rapture that seemed to be. 8187|Thou art not so unlike Miss Susan, 8187|And, tho' thou'rt fairer, the deeper I knew 8187|The more I gazed at thy lovely face, 8187|I felt a pang of envy, as soon 8187|As I thought of the chance that was lost 8187|To both of us, if we lost that other. 8187|Still, _twice_ as fine, as beautiful 8187|I'd give all the world to look at thee; 8187|To _once_, I'd _twice_ see thee _before_, 8187|But oh! my love is not yet born, 8187|And tho' I can't see that bright cheek, 8187|I _see_ that heart within it throbbing, 8187|In short, it's _not_ a bliss to be _there_, 8187|Oh, how could I--I _could_ have a _heart_ 8187|Like thine, for the world to _see_ too! 8187|As to the _head_, my pretty creature, 8187|_There is no Glory_ can equal thy power; 8187|And _not_ in the art of a moment 8187|To break thy proud heart's chain is thine ambition. 8187|So, my dear creature, thou art all at once 8187|The fairest and the best of the fair; 8187|A glance from thee makes all the rest known, 8187|And a smile from thee brightens the whole; 8187|And tho' thy beauty's infinite, 8187|Yet thy charms can make ======================================== SAMPLE 6460 ======================================== 23665|Who always keeps on his feet; 23665|I see the great-eyed mother of all in her cot in the west, 23665|But you never meet the little boy or the girl! 23665|How happy is my child and my husband, 23665|When he smiles, or laughs, or swears, 23665|Or prays, or dances, and goes to his rest 23665|At break of day, 23665|In his bed without a fuss; 23665|Or has a fair wind, or has no wind, 23665|Or is a friend of his father or mother, 23665|And still at his feet! 23665|Happy is the little child that he is not afraid, 23665|But dares not run across the meadow at play, 23665|Or run to the pine tree, or to the bright sky, 23665|But comes and sits by his father, alone, 23665|And sleeps at his feet. 23665|Happy is the little child that is not afraid 23665|Of evil from any uncle or nanny, 23665|Of thunder from the beaver, or darkness from storm, 23665|But dares to run to his father's side, 23665|And to his knees in prayer. 23665|These are the happiest of all; 23665|But the poor creature that hath never a friend, 23665|The man that is a stranger to all that is good, 23665|Is the surest of all, 23665|That ever he did see. 23665|Ah, but it's a long while, I know, 23665|Before the child is safe from all evil, 23665|And safe from sorrow, 23665|But never the child returns! 23665|I sometimes think, when I'm with poor children, 23665|That death, like an angel, is hovering round, 23665|And is holding the little one down to play, 23665|To laugh and look and love. 23665|How often through the rainy weather, 23665|To comfort poor mother and nurse, 23665|As she sits on her couch in the dark home, 23665|The child in his arms, I'll raise, 23665|And whisper, "Let the man with the baby 23665|Come and take him away!" 23665|All night I say, and all night long, 23665|At bed-board and cheer-board, 23665|"Father, the man with the baby, 23665|Father, the man with the baby, 23665|All safely in my arms!" 23665|When o'er the night I've softly crept, 23665|Or softly crept on the wing, 23665|And when I've found him in my tracks, 23665|He's safe, if I but watch him, 23665|Safe, if I see him not, at least, 23665|As far as reach can see him. 23665|I've heard the far-off sound of a welcome 23665|And heard the low-breathed whistle, 23665|I've heard the happy voice of a babby, 23665|While he fed his baby upon his knee. 23665|He took him with a joyous kiss, 23665|And soon he's asleep and warm, 23665|Or on his couch, with his pretty face 23665|I've just had time to laugh at his fright. 23667|The Sun, he's out, and his rays are as golden 23667|As the clouds of the skies; 23667|To me no shadow their brightness is telling 23667|Or their fiery colours. 23667|I look on his pale beams with a grieved conscience, 23667|While the clouds of the sky, in the shade of the prairie, 23667|Are darker than night, 23667|Or the day, as all that they give is receiving. 23667|Their splendour must be lessened and less shining, 23667|That this sun that shines so brightly in my breast, 23667|Is more dark than my heart. 23667|The cold air in the fields is chilly; 23667|The snow has fallen in great flakes; 23667|I hear the sad wind sighing 23667|Around the woods and rocks; 23667|The snow is falling as it falls in the morning, 23667|In the morning of April Fools; 23667|And the hills are white with snow; 23667|The ======================================== SAMPLE 6470 ======================================== 30659|For I know who made the mould, 30659|My own proud self, and it is you. 30659|I was weary of it all in the light; 30659|I was weary of the crowds and the sound; 30659|O why were the joys so drear, 30659|O why did I not set sail on the sea 30659|And voyage with all the rest? 30659|I was weary of the cold, 30659|And the loud, harsh music of the gale; 30659|And Love made strange banters there 30659|That I could not understand. 30659|O but there were comrades on the sea 30659|And comrades on my deck, 30659|And the dear God that guided all the rest 30659|Was a dear father to me. 30659|I am old and weary and I go my ways 30659|But my soul is ever in Thee; 30659|For Thou art elder and my strength is weak 30659|And my youth is dim, O Greater! 30659|Thy waters are the sea and Thee our king 30659|And we take the old ship sailing: 30659|The men are waxen and the women are dead 30659|But the old ship is the same that went a-sailing 30659|And the same that no man knows where. 30659|So old it is that they will never know 30659|If they never stooped and kissed Thee where they fell, 30659|Where Thou wert lying 30659|On a strange little isle 30659|In a strange, strange clime,-- 30659|In a cave in the sun-blanched sand: 30659|But they'll know and they'll miss Thee, the same 30659|If they leave this shell of clay 30659|By the side of some lost, sunken shore, 30659|Or cast this claymore in the sea, 30659|And cast it in the isle. 30659|The sea is the sea and the sea is Thee, 30659|The world is the world yet dost remember Thee, 30659|And the sea-mew wonders still are flocking 30659|From the sand-hills east of England 30659|To the lonely isle of Gosh 30659|Where the sea-gulls call and cry, 30659|And the fishers bring their nets and nets 30659|From Gosh unto Houri: 30659|And the sea-mews flutter overhead 30659|And the sea-gulls call and cry, 30659|And the fishers bring their nets and nets 30659|Ever to Gosh. 30659|With a heart that is strong, a hand that is brave, 30659|And a soul that is light as a feather, 30659|The King of the Sea he made Gosh an island there, 30659|And laid white bones for his children to play with, 30659|In the sand-hills east of England. 30659|The sea is the sea and the sea is Thee, 30659|And the world is the world yet dost remember Thee, 30659|And of Gosh the old sea-bird still clings to his nest 30659|In the white sand-dunes of Houri. 30659|In the red sunset all over the world, 30659|In the blue sky near Houri, 30659|There is one land only that I know 30659|And that I love; 30659|It is the land where the sea-gulls call, 30659|And the fishers bring their nets, and call 30659|And bring them home. 30659|In the red sunset all over the world, 30659|In the blue sky near Houri, 30659|But one word--O the sea is fair to-night, 30659|And the sea-gulls call and cry, 30659|And there are houses under the sea, 30659|With houses under the sea, 30659|And a road to the east, and a road 30659|To the east, and roads everywhere, 30659|And the road to the east, and a road 30659|As far as memory's desire, 30659|A highway of the sea; 30659|On the road to the east there is a road 30659|To the east, and a road that is wide, 30659|The road that ======================================== SAMPLE 6480 ======================================== 8793|Hath this ornament, whose proper name is Time, 8793|As well for him, as me, who hast enjoin'd 8793|On my remembrance past and future praise. 8793|And he, whose name is darkening even myself, 8793|Follows, as the day-star follows its own beam, 8793|The fiery orb, that up thedeep is driven; 8793|And every sane inhabitant among 8793|Its adopted guide. Who else must fail, 8793|Than he, who tie the present hour to past, 8793|Fail not to see the shade, that in the light 8793|Of his own genius shows him at his noon? 8793|One morn beheld I in a crowd on earth, 8793|E'en these my peers from jurisdiction low; 8793|A younger brother dress'd, and of more high 8793|Constance: in the haughtiest troop were known 8793|Both Law, and Just, and Art. How jocund wreath'd 8793|Each brow! how glow'd the crest, which Feminist 8793|In her ire against vulgar wit! Each hand 8793|How mightily did lawless applause that cuell 8793|To Martial's and to Batavia's lines! 8793|O Muse, all arm'd, engage with lively art 8793|The moral and the chronological ages; 8793|Describe what kings were, and how they were slain, 8793|What sciences flourish, and what arts decay! 8793|Not everything to understand fully, 8793|As men do, can please us; much the while 8793|Our reason sleeps concealed in God's good books. 8793|Ye also, whom the slumbers of the past 8793|Stay hovering, and whose duty is to find 8793|The wit, the memory, and the preservation 8793|Of former days, as best relates our need, 8793|In these sad times, revive your virtue, or, 8793|If you deny yourselves to find it, speak 8793|Weakness or ignorance of it again. 8793|Whatsoever thing from hence we call time, 8793|A momentary frame remains on us; 8793|And ever, as time slips by, its sphere 8793|Clok tremulously the traveller through land, 8793|Through sea, and over all the sharpest storm. 8793|In these events, self-generated, self-oftake, 8793|Creation rests as in our former case, 8793|Tramples down mutual, traffics throughout all 8793|The horologe of existence, gravely 8793|Conceptions of our powers, by turns determines. 8793|Then is it, each among the limits of 8793|Time must pass before its seeds are drain'd, 8793|Its wit's incapacity rests at last 8793|On that which it empowers; and thus dispose 8793|(Not in proportion sure but yet accordant 8793|With the potential goodness so enliven'd), 8793|The primal excellence, whose limit encloses 8793|All that is possible to perceive and own. 8793|Whether the favour'd character I trace 8793|In the deep scheme, or whether scan it new, 8793|From the six pounds, which from Gregory are, 8793|An artist must invent other forms, 8793|And this new character must another name. 8793|What has been, is not: there needs no reason why, 8793|If well design'd, 'twere otherwise in force. 8793|To him who well observes the watchful eye, 8793|The limits of time and places frames in ground, 8793|In scene the limits seem immaterial, 8793|And hence distraction none, and hence surprise. 8793|Such is each object that I loved in life, 8793|So full of strange and fragrant aroma, 8793|That, had life's journey been in miniature 8793|As some poor sketchy work, within its crannies 8793|I'd willingly, if new, first taste it here. 8793|The citron's splendour never could compensate 8793|For such a mirror'd substance as you show. 8793|How lasting in its own despite! how awful 8793|Is every charm, and hence the motive why 8793|I did alert so beautifully display'd, 8793|When I beheld it, ======================================== SAMPLE 6490 ======================================== 2615|But now his last and sweetest pleasure 2615|Was, that the Queen, 2615|With many an ardent kiss, 2615|She took away from off his knee. 2615|And thus, the moment he was married, 2615|His bride was sent, without a coo, 2615|To be a goodly wedding present, 2615|To be as good a servant as she can be. 2615|Oh, I have seen the sweet-faced maid 2615|And then his lovely wife's, 2615|With lilies crowned and garland, 2615|And flowers of the fair, sweet South, 2615|But never saw the maid so fair, 2615|Nor never saw the pretty couple, 2615|Nor yet did see them again! 2615|I never loved a maid (said I) 2615|More delicious than the twain, 2615|And ever said, of the two or three 2615|Which I would have as my loves, "Thyself and me!" 2615|It was some few short months ago, 2615|And I was busy down the Tweed, 2615|And having spent a little, went 2615|To see Miss Sarah, for she woo'd 2615|My lady. It was Christmas-Moor, 2615|And she was there in white array, 2615|And I was in my chamber sweet-- 2615|In my chamber sweet with her. 2615|I scarce knew what power was best 2615|To let my gentle eyes up o'erfly 2615|To gaze upon her face so fair, 2615|And scarce knew what power was best. 2615|I saw her not, but knew, I trust, 2615|I saw her, though I knew nought of love; 2615|Yet I could not believe that she 2615|Could love me, though I thought me blind: 2615|I must confute what I descriven 2615|Of what I heard, or have seen, or may have seen; 2615|For that sweet maid, so kind and shy, 2615|And that sharp, mocking mien which came 2615|Upon her face, it seem'd my Lady's eye 2615|Was on me--which were in the fire 2615|And the blushes of the mistletoe 2615|Might have made such a hazard seem. 2615|This past; and as I did refrain 2615|From touching her, I seem'd to heed 2615|Her looks, and she her look uprear'd, 2615|Till in discourse very kindly joined; 2615|And, at the word we twain rejoin'd. 2615|Though by no law of matrimonial right, 2615|Your duty is but just to grace my lady's board: 2615|You think there's nothing fair that's not well suited 2615|To suit yourself; but you have not guessed, 2615|And must be taught, for this your fault: 2615|Your task is left to us, the garden-ers, 2615|To show our love to her, and to you, love to her. 2615|And, when she hears, her tender heart will beat 2615|And throb with pleasure; for, so kind she is, 2615|The flower will live, if such we can raise 2615|About the blossoms, in this happy bower 2615|That spring is giving to the sun a kiss! 2615|When we are tired now of the little we have had, 2615|And our hearts with too great care to lose again; 2615|When we can feel the dear remembrance of a time 2615|So distant, and so very far away, 2615|That we yet blush for it with cold cheeks boil'd, 2615|And blush because we cannot say "I go away!" 2615|When time does work us things of little worth, 2615|And with little others that are more alike, 2615|We still are quick to cherish what we have had, 2615|Although it makes the smallest change of mind 2615|Most dreadful in all memory! 2615|To see you thus--a simple maiden maid, 2615|Though both your lips in their first blush were kissed-- 2615|Does scarce give us half a Christmas-tide 2615|The thoughts of you so tender to our youth 2615|Can over-bear our happiness: ======================================== SAMPLE 6500 ======================================== 26333|And as I turned to meet her gaze, 26333|The sun was sinking in the west. 26333|Her eyes were dim with sorrow, yet 26333|They strove to lighten his dark load. 26333|What words could comfort him, or reach 26333|The depth of his wild, unresting heart? 26333|As through the woodland she was flitting, 26333|I watched her trailing clouds of hair, 26333|And wondering at his troubled face, 26333|As through the stillness and the dew, 26333|I heard him muttering very low, 26333|"I must be down within the wood, 26333|At dead of night, to work my will." 26333|With thoughtful mien he passed my bench, 26333|And, as he paused, I turned to meet 26333|His wondering eyes. The smile that shone 26333|Upon his lips was more than words; 26333|I felt that he must truly be 26333|A messenger from God. I knew 26333|His destiny and purpose then: 26333|The only true God-given power 26333|He possessed was to reveal 26333|The depths of human passion's mirth, 26333|And depth of human misery's woe. 26333|I felt that, though but idle Powers, 26333|He had some portion of the Muse, 26333|Hast thou a passion, O my friend, 26333|That thou wouldst wish to venture forth 26333|And wander amid the universe, 26333|Within the vast, mysterious sphere 26333|Where neither shadows nor obstructions 26333|Interdict the adventurous will? 26333|Hast thou a passion that thine embitters, 26333|Thy hatred, if thou wilt it, with bitterness, 26333|And boils, because it marreth my love, 26333|My truant pupil, while it burns? 26333|O, let thy passion's fiery fountains 26333|Shine on my lips with heavenly brightness; 26333|My hands are heavy with the fruit 26333|Of all this careful longing and study. 26333|Let thy keen eyes, unbound by sorrow, 26333|See joy arise and rapture glide 26333|Into its unknown, infinite home; 26333|Let all thy cares, all life's conflicts, 26333|Grow day-dreams in the sunset sky. 26333|And thou, my fellow-voyager, 26333|Let a deep sleep steal over thee, 26333|And in the West let there be morning 26333|Where the first sun-gems fell in shade. 26333|I saw him in the wood of passion-- 26333|The dream-tree, that in ancient days 26333|Stood whispering words of love to him 26333|And soothing words of love to him; 26333|I heard him in the storm-bird's home,-- 26333|'Twas passion-thrilling music he made! 26333|There were sweet fruits in the sweet-smelling honeysuckle, 26333|Bright roses in the dream-tree's dewy cote; 26333|There were young lambs on the yellow-mown meadows-- 26333|All things that touched my heart were his. 26333|He had forsaken me, in ancient days, 26333|With all that magic is in that; 26333|I saw him last in summer--all aglow 26333|With passion-fruit, and youthful lights; 26333|I knew he loved me, but in lonely days 26333|So many lives had loved him! 26333|Now all is sorrowing in the wood of passion-- 26333|The dream-tree is black with rain; 26333|He will never break that bond that cannot 26333|Be broken by him or any! 26333|The lambs on the yellow-mown meadows,-- 26333|He loves them not, though sad and bare, 26333|And he will not draw them to his cold white breast, 26333|Though the long day brings so many tears. 26333|He comes not in the storm, in storm, in storm, 26333|The dream-tree and the lambs on the lea; 26333|I hear him never in his stormy walks, 26333|Though the deep trees of wood and hemlock sigh. 26333|He comes not, in the ======================================== SAMPLE 6510 ======================================== 615|This, if the monarch to his host had shown it, 615|And promised so, might well have served his end. 615|And when the cavalier is dead, the twain, 615|The lady, who before was only left, 615|Beleaguer the prince in deadly fight. 615|So, when they meet, from all their strength suspended, 615|The pair, who by this moment that their lord 615|Showed like a sea for ever, fight together: 615|They well arrear their valour; he in sooth 615|More than a thousand were in service slain. 615|Rogero and Rinaldo, whose great might 615|Is ever foremost in the fight, are slain; 615|And they whose shields in battle-strife were fired 615|By better weapons, slain, are left in light. 615|King Marsilius slain, the cavalier 615|Sinks far before, and all his peers in flight. 615|The giant Dordona takes: but he 615|With those two youths his body from the knight 615|Sinks, who the earth can not bear so well. 615|Rogero now, to save the dying twain, 615|He of his arms -- 'tis said -- recovers, and, 615|Turning him to earth, the virgin takes. 615|But, in the madness of its madness, there, 615|The king of Persia falls through love of two. 615|It was that night which many a bold and fair 615|And valiant cavalier about the sky 615|Roved out to seek the warrior of Marsilius, 615|The conqueror of all the Amazons. 615|Ajax the king of the Moors the same day 615|(Rinaldo was his title) slain in fight; 615|In whose despite that warrior had been stained, 615|But that he died to clear his wrongs abroad: 615|Hence had his sire no rest that day, nor ease 615|Of heart-consuming grief, nor his sweet sleep, 615|Which with his cares so sore beset was, 615|And with his tears his heart so empty. 615|Ajax the Amazons of valour blind 615|In arms was slain; and not with swords and bows, 615|And not of spear and not with arrowy shafts, 615|Which now in memory are so long toown, 615|Nor with a faulchion in his fatal fight, 615|As those were in that ancient day of yore. 615|When the sad monarch of the Moors heard 615|That royal Roland's fall, he weened that nought 615|In all the world such mourning and such woe 615|Might still be witnessed upon the strand; 615|For not a single ship of warlike fame 615|Appeared upon the distant watery plain. 615|The Moors so sore the Moors' toils defy, 615|All that they dare not do, at once abandon. 615|Who will not fight with sword, or with horse, his spear, 615|Unless the other shall be satisfied. 615|The King of Persia was in great fear 615|Of this; but at his side a youth advanced, 615|Who neither face nor stature knew, but he 615|Was full of youthful courage, and at ease; 615|Nor was it his to take a spear and go 615|Into the fight, but with the other three 615|He might do either duty, and the spear 615|He took, and from the king's castle flew; 615|And while behind the king lies that bold squire, 615|Turned him to flight, and on his foeman made. 615|But that cavalier, as if by magic hight, 615|Was led to battle by an enchantment bright 615|Of many eyes, and to this end his band 615|Approached the warrior with the deadly blow 615|Rogero dealt him, that, with that staff, 615|Struck both his temples, and on earth he fell. 615|When this or that other had been slain, 615|Whom to pursue not would a stranger be, 615|Or who was by such valorous hand, a lie 615|To the Moors had thus the king his cause had told, 615|He would have seen himself and other three 615|Saved by their comrades, and from their distress 615|Evermore with honour and with gain content. 615|The Moorish warrior from the field has sped ======================================== SAMPLE 6520 ======================================== 16376|And she was half-reproach'd to say 16376|That you could never take 16376|The least delight which in your looks 16376|In this world abounds-- 16376|The little kindness of your heart 16376|Which my poor health can show, 16376|And what in every sorrow dies, 16376|That you would not withhold it from me, 16376|The little smile when tears are on me, 16376|That little word which tells me so much, 16376|And half that I can guess at,-- 16376|These little things,--I love them all the more. 16376|I have a dream! What, pray, shall I say? 16376|You see it is not so. 16376|I had a dream, 16376|How you are come! 16376|And you look to-day 16376|As you did yesterday. 16376|And the years are many: see, 16376|I have them all between 16376|My right hand and my left. 16376|I have a vision--let me speak-- 16376|And, ah, my faith is so dear: 16376|I am not a little old woman, 16376|And I love this old man, who wears 16376|Our English dress and all our pride, 16376|Whose men-at-arms are good men. 16376|(My eyes are dim as in the dead of night)-- 16376|There, look--but he is gone, 16376|He has gone to the far-away--and gone 16376|To the glorious battle-field, 16376|And we shall not see his face. 16376|O, the dear old soldier, 16376|For he knows in his heart 16376|Where he found his grave! 16376|It's all I have, and nothing more: 16376|I have lived before me, while you lived; 16376|But I go now, no more to the war, 16376|No more to call upon my hero. 16376|You were the first on whose brave lips, 16376|As in my boyhood, 16376|My spirit broke; 16376|And I, through the dark hours and drear, 16376|From you and life in general, rose: 16376|And so, you say, do I and you. 16376|But you were as the buds that grow 16376|Out of the mud, which is my soul, 16376|Or the soul of all men. 16376|You are my hope, 16376|My glory, my crown: 16376|My country calls, 16376|And I come--to fight! 16376|The sun is up; the world is good; 16376|'Tis merry and merry, 'tis true: 16376|The moon is shining and bright; 16376|This way the bonny boys go! 16376|And bonny bairns I love so well! 16376|Bessy and Willie sit and spin; 16376|Bessy spots the baby's hat, 16376|And she says, "Will yer?" "Yer' mamma!" 16376|"She's a very pretty, pretty child." 16376|Bessy is twelve years old. 16376|Bessy has forgotten how to dance; 16376|She's sorry that she ever knew: 16376|I hope that she will learn to be kind; 16376|And, having learned, she'll try to teach 16376|Another,--for a better teacher. 16376|There was a man,--and he was clever; 16376|And the first thing that he did 16376|When he heard this man was a witch, 16376|Was to make a great fuss. 16376|How the parson, when he saw him, said 16376|"We'll not have such a man, I see,"-- 16376|For he'd no other minister, 16376|If he could not preach to jock and swill 16376|That's what he could not do. 16376|"I'll make him plain, before the sermon's done," 16376|Said the minister, at the last speech 16376|"Is as bad as if preached by a Turk." 16376|What a thing of beauty, grace, and truth! 16376|Yet how far from being good! 16376|That poor ======================================== SAMPLE 6530 ======================================== 2150|Of the three chiefs, a fierce warrior and a brave; 2150|The fierce warrior had a look of a stern brow, 2150|The bold man had a smile on his smiling lips. 2150|The second stood by the captain of the guard, 2150|And took their leave, and then they looked each on each, 2150|And all three spoke in good words and good cheer, 2150|For all three did what each did promise and bind. 2150|"The third one, O my brothers, thou shalt bear, 2150|And bring home from the Trojan camp with thy goods, 2150|From the deadly conflict thou shalt go forth, 2150|And come to the city of mighty Ilium. 2150|Thy father's father, that was mighty and proud, 2150|Thy other father's friend and goodly and brave, 2150|Thou shalt bear his arms and gear as he shall need, 2150|And give him both gifts of rich and of goodly pattern. 2150|And if, my brothers, the gods, if they should lend 2150|The aid that thou dost pledge and promise to him, 2150|And bid him go to the field of battle dead, 2150|Though in death thou art the one who should'st have his due, 2150|Let him go now to thy father's son, and then 2150|Say to the world, 'This man hath gone to his last.' 2150|But if in his turn, my brothers, should come by 2150|And bid him cross the water to the other side, 2150|Be sure the words should be mixed in one; we then 2150|In good time should hear o'er the housetops dead, 2150|'This man has crossed the water to an evil fate, 2150|The wrath of the gods will surely punish him.'" 2150|Thus they: and the eldest brother, Oenone, 2150|The fairest maid of her father's house, arose 2150|In form and beauty most unlike her younger sister. 2150|On her fair cheeks, no passion can behold, 2150|Such sweetness hath her, as seems a veil of sleep, 2150|And no desire to draw her in: but when forth 2150|She looked across the circle of the plain, 2150|She looked upon her father's friends, who in sleep 2150|Lay stretched beside the river-swollen river-brink, 2150|And saw the fair Oenone, and gan amain 2150|To gaze on her, and make her seem like other girl, 2150|Whom they forsake; and now she seemed to be 2150|Barefoot upon her couch, and clothed as though 2150|She had no friends, and could from all the world 2150|Come only by the hand of the maiden shepherd. 2150|He would have left for her the duty of looking 2150|And keeping, and in silence listening. Thus, 2150|Took she her leave; and straight across the plain, 2150|Amidst a silent throng, and midst no sound, 2150|Lent ear to her sweet voice and footsteps faint 2150|And simple sayings, and went her way once more; 2150|And o'er it gently fell upon her heart, 2150|That all was done and all was sadder soon. 2150|And there she sat, and heard the swift time sped, 2150|And marvelled somewhat what strange and sad 2150|Life in such sweetness could have brought to pass. 2150|But she could bear it: and soon she felt the strain 2150|Of a young shepherd passing on her way, 2150|And peering anxiously from his thick-set hide 2150|Towards him who rested there with his long locks 2150|Of golden-slipt hair, and he was pale as death. 2150|She, seeing, marvelled much at what she could see, 2150|For the eyes upon his head they seem'd to be, 2150|And the shape of face of one most holy named. 2150|"Now wherefore, O stranger, art thou here with me 2150|(The maiden said) a guest for to converse thus? 2150|Is it for thy sake that thou are come from far, 2150|Or wilt thou go away? Or from what sorrow dost sorrow 2150|Seize me, or what ======================================== SAMPLE 6540 ======================================== 28591|To make the world a little less a-little--all 28591|And all are lovers to each other; 28591|And all have been unhappy; 28591|Yet some there are to-day who lie 28591|In their little little graves, 28591|Hiding in a shroud of clay, 28591|In sorrow, death and silence. 28591|And these are the true disciples, 28591|They who believe that love has made them so, 28591|Whereof they only know the beginning when 28591|All else--all they have done or yet to be-- 28591|Was love to them. 28591|Away! Away! for better times demand 28591|Than now this hour; 28591|A better life than now must we live 28591|In a better life than now. 28591|'Tis now enough--to live--alone with pain, 28591|To lean on God most undistressed; 28591|To watch, with headlong thoughts, the sky's great weight 28591|Of storms and clouds, and then to pray 28591|With one free heart in each to God; 28591|To look at human things with soul serene, 28591|In calmness to myself, my brother; 28591|To feel that man and woman are not blest; 28591|That man is but a slave, wife but a bride; 28591|That God is not at all; that God's right hand 28591|Is not laid on man just in this mortal place, 28591|That, if I choose a better life than this, 28591|I still must live in pain, and die. 28591|And thus it is; but why go on to plead? 28591|The past is not to us, but He--who came, 28591|And gave to us the present, and the last, 28591|The present. 'Tis He who speaks, while all 28591|To us is silent--yet in silence still. 28591|Yet why, at the thought of that strange word? 28591|Away with it--for it calls, aghast, 28591|One from a far-remembered land; 28591|As far-remembered in this life as when 28591|His people, in that dreadful time, were driven 28591|To famine and his voice was heard to tell. 28591|'Twill answer now the words He spoke, 28591|To know that He has not changed; 28591|While as we live we shall not change 28591|Since, by those hands of His so loved, 28591|We have this portion of His grace; 28591|His love, His guidance, His right hand 28591|Are with us still, and in His sight. 28591|That which we cannot answer surely can: 28591|Ask that, then, of Him, what I could do, 28591|If I but knew what I cannot do 28591|In my present life of care and strife, 28591|How would He be this very life to me? 28591|His love would be his all, and mine 28591|A burden, not a joy and scope, 28591|And mine so far removed from him, 28591|That only in his sight I cannot see. 28591|Ask what the true nature of his love can be; 28591|If I know it, all my life should be: 28591|And if it can be such, what can mine heart be? 28591|Ask of Jesus--let thy voice be heard! 28591|"God hath given to each his love 28591|In the tender ways of earth. 28591|God did love us, and the heart 28591|To which this love was given, 28591|Was made for ever blameless love, 28591|That is loved through anguish. 28591|I know not how, nor can I: 28591|But 'tis with faith in Him who sitteth here-- 28591|His holy name, his glory who doth rule." 28591|Ask only how this life would be better, 28591|Not how it goes instead of this one gone! 28591|How it is loved through tears and cares, not woes, 28591|Thy God will speak who hath endured it all. 28591|Then answer not, whether life in earth, 28591|Or the glorious heights above, or heaven, 28591|Be all that ======================================== SAMPLE 6550 ======================================== 29345|And, like a man who's mad enough to fall, 29345|He falls in the middle of it all-- 29345|And a hand clasps him to his throbbing heart 29345|And he sinks into it and never wakes. 29345|This is what I've learned in ten years of travel, 29345|To the point where I can be frank and clear; 29345|That we've a chance for the best when we're dealing 29345|With the worst when our lot's the worst and worst. 29345|We don't know what's next. We're not in the dark. 29345|And that's the danger with the poor man too,-- 29345|The one without an idea of what's to come. 29345|You've seen the man get up in the morning time, 29345|You've seen the first flash of light? 29345|You're ready to find-- 29345|And you don't know to whom-- 29345|A common liar's guess, 29345|A common thief's mischance. 29345|That's the purpose of my preaching-- 29345|To give the man an idea what's to come. 29345|"God shall judge them in their iniquities." 29345|Not all of them, I'll agree. 29345|Not all of them have ever sinned, 29345|Have done the things the Lord has said was right. 29345|The wrongs are small 29345|That men have done to one another, 29345|To one another and their beasts. 29345|And as long as there's any day that's dark, 29345|Or cloudy or black, or when the stars are cold, 29345|Or you think of days long dead 29345|And yet are haunting you 29345|When you lie awake, 29345|Or when you lie awake and think of those 29345|Who were so good and kind, 29345|And have lived their lives and died their prayer, 29345|You would not believe 29345|A sin so petty and so foreign, 29345|So silent, could make such a difference! 29345|The sins there are are so many as there be, 29345|And many are forgiven, all things are fair 29345|And all things are forgiven, and so 29345|The world goes round forever, all day and night, 29345|Without dawn or sunset, without a sound. 29345|It seems as Nature takes away her leaf 29345|And fills the calendar with flowers. 29345|It seems as men lie stretched beneath the boughs 29345|At dusk in the pleasant orchard, and are rapt 29345|Among the fruits of their thought, and the music 29345|Of their wild songs. 29345|It seems as Nature lifts and sheds the clouds 29345|From the high peaks, and the misty sea 29345|Flings its ripples into river-ways, 29345|That they are just as far as thoughts that are 29345|In the heart of her. 29345|I dream of peace here in the garden, 29345|Of the roses and the lily-cups 29345|And the bluebells everywhere, 29345|And the yellow daisies waiting and sweet 29345|And silent as flowers are, 29345|Or the little white clouds drifting to east 29345|Athwart the sunset glow. 29345|I dream of peace here in the garden. 29345|And the rose-flush in the lawns 29345|And the shadows in the blue, 29345|And the sound of a far-off trilling tune 29345|In the deep night by the sea. 29345|Oh the peace of the rose and the lily! 29345|Oh the peace of the great sea! 29345|Oh the quiet that the silence brings! 29345|But the world goes round forever so, 29345|Without dawn or sunset, without sound, 29345|And no one can know when it's sunset or dawn 29345|Till he stands in the garden and is alone; 29345|For the world goes round as nature leaves off 29345|When the roses are gone from the lawn, 29345|And the shadows are fled and the leaves are cast 29345|Into the silent, starless night. 29345|It's late now, the dusk's come on, and the night's 29345|too tired for anything but quiet, ======================================== SAMPLE 6560 ======================================== 1568|Like a pale thing of light 1568|And the sun, to his own 1568|Like a white woman at her man- 1568|What are we, a world of sin, when 1568|We who sit in this little place, 1568|As the only things of colour are, 1568|Are the only things of colour 1568|that we have left to feel it, 1568|What is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us? 1568|If we had more it would be 1568|That we had more things for to say 1568|In the white, white, white world of sin, 1568|With the sun the only thing 1568|To be kind, sweet, and good to a soul. 1568|What is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us, 1568|O what is it to us? 1568|Reed-like the grass and the dew 1568|Flung their drops of crimson and gold; 1568|And the grass was a-sleep, and the dew 1568|Was a-falling on the heart-flesh still. 1568|Bough after bough of golden spray 1568|Hang on the trees; and the wild wind 1568|Plays round the ragged trunks its sea-shell flute. 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry 1568|To the spirit of your old music, 1568|And see your love again, and touch yours - 1568|The hand you pressed is there, with its fingers chill! 1568|I will lie there and sing . . . but not of you . . . 1568|Not of you, not of you, 1568|Not of you, heart-of-eight-seven! 1568|I will be drunk with the glory of your laughter; 1568|I will lie there and love, and forget you . . . 1568|It is midnight, love, and the shadows are here 1568|More than the moonlight or the stars, 1568|And my tongue is faint in the drink I drink 1568|For the wonderment it is too weak 1568|To make any sound save a wail . . . 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you - 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you . . . 1568|But now, I know that you are near, 1568|And it never shall be till I lie here . . . 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you - 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to you . . . [_Singing._ 1568|My love is a queen, and mine is she, 1568|She rules the court of my ladye bright, 1568|And if I should be proud, I am not, 1568|For she is my one ladye true . . . 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to her - 1568|O woodlands, love, I can but cry to her . . . [_Singing._ 1568|The nightingale, oh, sing him out of his nest! 1568|The wind blows wild where the drift-wood heaves, 1568|And the leaves fall and the leaves fall from him and fade. 1568|His blood he hath a charm about him, 1568|That when him he hits he never bleeds, 1568|For his blood is the gall of his youth, 1568|And he doth endure and doth endure be he. 1568|Oh, he is a very king - 1568|For he doth abide and abide with his crown, 1568|And he doth keep and he doth keep his crown 1568|With his hand on a spear - 1568|The great monarch of the land 1568|The nightingale. 1568|Oh, a king's a king,-- 1568|King-bird! and so he's a king, 1568|Queen-bird! and he's a queen, 1568|What time she flits down the field 1568|Like the gold fowl in the wind. 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 6570 ======================================== 10602|For the which I wail to my good wife dear 10602|With such deep moans as Heaven you may here, 10602|And beare me forth in vaine to live a staine. 10602|But if in your true wife I may trustte it, 10602|I may well die for womman that loves me, 10602|And of his death the going euermore: 10602|For it is certain, he shall come to die 10602|Of such pain, as of his other self, 10602|That I have seen, whan I to him came. 10602|"The more my words and words resounde unto him, 10602|And my aduertence in his heart doth make; 10602|The more that in my bosome doth abound 10602|Thir blisful powres, his hopes all to enfold, 10602|My worde shall be so well received be 10602|As to be freely given to beoweave, 10602|And he for his part to me doth pledge 10602|His love, that all that I may say or do 10602|Shall haue no blame, but his to be delight. 10602|"I to him shall bee suree of happie happie; 10602|But though I bee him right faine and fowlie, 10602|Yet he shall bee my love for euerie. 10602|Thou moste brave and wondrous wife, and faire, 10602|My freend, true wife and fairest maiden, 10602|That doest eare for euer any wight 10602|That doest vse to love to come to love! 10602|With all thy heart, and with thy goodly sight, 10602|And with thy noble face, I fynd thee this, 10602|As to the chuse herte or body shal 10602|The true wife of a man that is her skyn. 10602|"With joy and joye thy shepheards honour 10602|Shall in my love be clene ope to the heape: 10602|My goodly wordes to thee I will reveal, 10602|Wherin thy vertue hath vertue and guile, 10602|Thinke my will through guile, and make my cheere: 10602|And as thou hast her grace in restiaunt, 10602|Thou art thy selfe her love, and I thy cheere." 10602|"Then, true wife, thy cheere for me to dede, 10602|For this shal in thy mindes and her behoue: 10602|For by this sign I thee take from my brest, 10602|That thou at all times out of my deede 10602|Shalt no more of it bruise or bruite me. 10602|No! that with paine it sholde me sore to goe, 10602|That I my owne selfe my owne love mighte 10602|Defend, and that my deede, that I my selfe, 10602|Shal be unkinde, that my self it selfe may be." 10602|"O, lady, lady, lovely wife, O, 10602|Sweet be thy gentle cheere and thy consent! 10602|For love of heavenly shepheard, true wife, 10602|And he that sitteth on thy bed, thy lord, 10602|And for the sake of that, most noble be, 10602|I that am meane, and of my owne deede 10602|Shall be thy lorde, and thou shalt do me grace. 10602|"This is the firste gift of my true love, 10602|Sweet be his troth, and sweet in his affiance, 10602|That hath of my deede trew and fee: 10602|That if he lie, the fyr of my rede 10602|Shall be the fyr of his fyne in mine; 10602|And I myselfe, of my owne rede 10602|Shall ben ay with my selfe in the same! 10602|"His treasour and his rihte courser 10602|For ever in my presence to endure, 10602|And for his rightes trewe in me, 10602|That ever he be the cruellest of men; 10602|And for my life, ======================================== SAMPLE 6580 ======================================== 19221|For her dear sake the fair 19221|And gentle lady, 19221|And as she sings the birds 19221|All at once I feel 19221|As if I were there, 19221|With her, or somewhere 19221|In the air I heard: 19221|I would I were with her 19221|As she sings; 19221|I know that I am 19221|With her, or somewhere 19221|In the air. 19221|We should live together 19221|In a cottage hearth, 19221|The breezes would fan 19221|My Bess, the feather 19221|And darling of all 19221|Her sex and clime; 19221|And the fire's faint breath 19221|Over the moon 19221|Would melt her cold and shy 19221|And hide away 19221|Each spot of cold, 19221|With my Bess. 19221|And I should love 19221|Thee, too, my dear; 19221|The less I love 19221|The less thou art 19221|My Bess. 19221|I would be king and lord of all your lands, 19221|Queen and lord of all your diadem. 19221|And all your splendours, and all your claims, 19221|Of wealth and splendour, should be mine. 19221|All that I hold would I consecrate 19221|To the service and the service's praise 19221|Of thee, my darling, my light divine: 19221|All that I have, all I would have, 19221|Thou art worthy, O my sweet love, of thee. 19221|I would be king, yet ne'er would be lord 19221|But as a subject in the land o' the sea. 19221|For the glory and the splendour of me 19221|I would effuse all the wealth of all the world. 19221|Were I a king that never should return 19221|Or be ruler in the land o' the sea 19221|Whare my love and thee are Queen and Lord 19221|How should I complain? 19221|Since I am bound, dear love, by that vow, 19221|Which bindeth me to thee forevermore, 19221|So long as life elapseth breath 19221|I would not be but what thou art 19221|Or how can I efface 19221|Thy image from my heart? 19221|How could I love, love when I am bound 19221|So strictly by vow and promise both 19221|To serve thee, and to bear thee up the steep 19221|And down the shallow shoal of life, 19221|Down to the bottomless deep-- 19221|Down to the bottomless deep? 19221|How could I love, love when I am bound 19221|By that bright tie which both our hearts embrace? 19221|Which, drawn from out life's ocean of ill, 19221|About our necks it clusters and doth twine, 19221|Soothes our dull minds, and makes us fair, 19221|Not only to our love but love to thee, 19221|Aye singing in our hearts an eve by eve. 19221|O that it might be so! 19221|But we are children, and must be taught 19221|How far this working of our wills outpaces. 19221|O could I but stand in thy sight, dear one, 19221|Stand in thy light, and love thee, one and all, 19221|I never should want for light nor heat 19221|Save but because thy love was so divine! 19221|But love is light, and love is keen and keen, 19221|And death, if it but take one dear life-- 19221|It were a living life that should be such! 19221|My lips speak out, but no word comes flying. 19221|Pale Pity sits smiling on her shreds, 19221|And all the world is silent, save the Bee, 19221|Who, like a wisp of smoke, is blown about 19221|By winds, and never feels the world is done. 19221|My heart is broken, broken, for I die, 19221|And all the stars nod and say nothing of it. 19221|Yet here am I come up with a smile on my face, 19221|And in my hand a piece of rose ======================================== SAMPLE 6590 ======================================== 19221|Whose every word was song; 19221|Who, though no love to mine admit, 19221|Still loved to hear me sing. 19221|O, had my love been less severe, 19221|Less fickle-eyed and fleet! 19221|Less haughty-hearted and too proud 19221|To be reckoned with my race! 19221|I might have been, more equal, placed 19221|Where angels murmuring pray 19221|That they may be more blest, than I; 19221|And not less blest with thee. 19221|Ah, then the dawn of morn should come, 19221|When angels sung, and men sat still, 19221|And I with them in slumber spent, 19221|And they in bliss be blest! 19221|But angels, when they mount above, 19221|In circles move a different way: 19221|Their music is with mortal set 19221|Of thoughts and passions set: 19221|'Tis human force that does them wrong, 19221|Their harmony a changing strife; 19221|Their circle, change, eventide. 19221|But love is not celestial sound-- 19221|It is the voice of pity's grave; 19221|We hear it in the sighing bower 19221|When night is on the water; 19221|It is our grief's eternal bed, 19221|The secret of mortality. 19221|My dear, you need not wish your eyes 19221|On this fair form, for lo! it is 19221|A form of such tremendous grace, 19221|It doth not seem of mortal birth; 19221|For it is fair as any flower, 19221|And yet of such profound gloom 19221|You plainly may discern it is 19221|An image of thy own dear self; 19221|And yet, my child, for this sole sake 19221|Of honour from disgraceful dust, 19221|When your good sire shall lie at rest, 19221|I bid you look upon this picture 19221|And own its magic power sublime: 19221|For, lo! it cannot shine in vain 19221|Nor can it fade, if wrongs are righted, 19221|Though virtue be despised outright. 19221|And if, dear child, good worth be thine, 19221|This picture shall thy mind infuse 19221|Where beauty lives in lasting bloom, 19221|And goodness shineth in the deed, 19221|It cannot fade so wholly now 19221|As when 'tis good it shineth in; 19221|And tho', as such good things can do 19221|No harm unto themselves, I hold 19221|That they in their eternal way 19221|Are good for souls to live for, if 19221|They serve as aids or defenses, 19221|No less than if in Heaven they stood; 19221|But (to return to our former Speech) 19221|My child you now must own that Fame 19221|Is but a fancy, and your future 19221|Can make no greater boast than this. 19221|And now, my child, I want not delight 19221|In these fair thoughts that now arise 19221|Within your humble brest to tell 19221|How I did love you when I was 19221|young, and can with joy declare 19221|How you, beloved, and I, did part. 19221|There is a pleasure in so sweet a pain 19221|As never was by fancy borne 19221|Till it apprehends the being dear 19221|That is in you, and you in me. 19221|Think not I do thee injury; 19221|For I am thy very friend, 19221|And love thee past compare, above 19221|All friends, that ever were. 19221|There is a pleasure in so sweet a pain 19221|As never was by fancy borne 19221|Till it apprehends the being dear 19221|That is in you, and you in me. 19221|Say, is it pleasure to be loved? 19221|I meant it so, and you can claim 19221|Just so, for never did I show 19221|Any discomfit, until 19221|I thought you differed from me. 19221|Say, is it pain to be loved? 19221|Pleasure to be beloved? 19221 ======================================== SAMPLE 6600 ======================================== 28591|How far from me are these 28591|Of love and home! 28591|I hold that love that lives and works, 28591|Not by itself, shall reach to all; 28591|But if it rise above all limits, 28591|It cannot reach beyond its own. 28591|Let all our passions, when they come, 28591|The first, the last have power to move; 28591|Then let the rest come in and be by, 28591|And let the thing be. 28591|I hold that life, whose first and best use 28591|Will be to love and serve others; 28591|Let God, who always hath provided 28591|For man's redemption; 28591|To us the highest love be given 28591|And all the others with the same; 28591|Who with a heart that is not glad 28591|Calls forth the things that come beside. 28591|But oh! it is a terrible cry, 28591|Which even the most strong hope submers, 28591|As soon as that wild cry has come, 28591|And with the strength of heart and brain 28591|We are no more to help it there. 28591|O God! if any man be found 28591|By His own hand, that man is He; 28591|And we are found as well as He; 28591|O God! if any man be found 28591|By His own blood alone! 28591|The world will never see him more, 28591|As he is living, living yet, 28591|Since God can show the pathless way. 28591|If any man be found 28591|By the world's eyes, the world will see 28591|As no eyes saw it before; 28591|O God, for all that he is right 28591|Let the world go right away-- 28591|And let me know you, let me go 28591|From this false world afar. 28591|So, when my lonely heart recedes 28591|Across the empty dark of life, 28591|My little prayer must be "Father, forgive." 28591|That my dear father's eyes may see. 28591|And that, when that dear sire sleeps, 28591|His children may, in truth and meek, 28591|Be cherished as the children of God. 28591|Then my dark path is cleared, I stand, 28591|The old things vanish with the old, 28591|And I can see--ah, never more! 28591|O Father! help me see, and see! 28591|As He did make me, so, Thy child. 28591|Then, Father, help me see, and see! 28591|As I behold Thy children here, 28591|For my sake wash me to Thee, 28591|And in my Father's word behold! 28591|For my sake take my sorrow, stay 28591|And win me from this cloud of sin, 28591|And lift me up on life's firm-set height, 28591|And from my mortal fear renew 28591|The spirit's strength, and make me firm, 28591|And make me true and strong and great, 28591|Filled with the power and love of God. 28591|Then, Father, help me take my pain, 28591|And calm my spirit in Thy peace, 28591|And make me strong and firm and pure, 28591|Filled with this love and wisdom's light, 28591|Strong to endure and conquer fate, 28591|And make me strong to wait and wait. 28591|Then, Father, help me make me wise, 28591|Then, give me thy true, wise will, 28591|As Thou didst teach to Christ and Thee. 28591|Then, Father! for a brother's head 28591|Let me ascend on thy throne in bliss; 28591|Then, Father! let this will be done, 28591|For no good there is, nor wisdom will, 28591|But only service! and a home! 28591|God, lead me into peace and rest! 28591|It is a bitter thought, O Lord; 28591|And yet I know, dear Lord, how Thou 28591|Art willing to endure and bear; 28591|For Thou, when tempted with my sin, 28591|Hast seen me through--and died! 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 6610 ======================================== 2888|I ne'er wadna do, 2888|If I dang the d----d, you may depend, 2888|I aint fer a thing. 2888|This is a case o' point important, 2888|But how to get on 2888|I ne'er knew, I ne'er heerd, I ne'er heard, 2888|An' so I am. 2888|So, when I first started on the trade, 2888|An' waddled in the ditch, 2888|I ne'er wadna buy 2888|You'll nivver see, an' nivver hear, 2888|I ne'er wadna do. 2888|But woe, it's hard tho' wiles and wiles 2888|It must undergo, 2888|To find it a dreadful task at last, 2888|I nivver knew. 2888|Now, jist tho' the matter's grown more grave, 2888|I know a friend, 2888|The which I'd gladly bring 2888|To fill the vacancy you now hold 2888|I ne'er wadna do. 2888|We've had a few o' my kind an' nice, 2888|And good an' wise, like you, 2888|An' you were always kind to him an' me, 2888|An' we ne'er did complain; 2888|An' yet to find you'd quite a livin fool, 2888|At last y' could guess; 2888|When as you say, "I'm sure I'll never see 2888|A dime in trade a day," 2888|It seems like a great error to suppose 2888|A man could do nought but die. 2888|An' now I reflect, if 'tis so, 2888|As things seem to-day, 2888|If fortune has anointed you the man 2888|This, gentlemen, I pray, 2888|Is surely no hard thing, when life is short, 2888|To leave the rest to chance. 2888|An' here my thoughts turn back to yan, his ways 2888|An' how he was beloved by me; 2888|I'm sure I never did him much offence 2888|When I was much too mean. 2888|I ne'er saw him, an' I'll not complain; 2888|I ne'er gat a thought o' thankin'; 2888|He'll never, never, never know what pain 2888|He'll get from my neglect. 2888|The day is now dawnin' on me an' morning, 2888|An' I 'm a-sittin' on the window-seat, 2888|An' a lookin' on the sky, just like a man, 2888|Like any, any kind o' chap. 2888|"What do you think of the wind," I says, 2888|"At the door?" says that same voice, 2888|An' I looks up, an' there, it's that same face 2888|As when we met at the barber; 2888|An' 'tis a face I ne'er can forget, 2888|For when I thought of the name. 2888|But y' must take care what y' say, I says, 2888|"It isn't right, at the door," says I, 2888|"Why can't I get at them?" 2888|No, they'll come right along." 2888|So I makes haste to the door, an' the voices 2888|I hears again. 2888|An' no, I's afraid 'tis just as I says, 2888|I 'll never come out till it 's day. 2888|An' when I says I 'd bring them to a hair, 2888|When I can't get 'em for a bite, 2888|An' when I's a-standin' there, an' looks away, 2888|An' all I sees is a smutchin' line, 2888|An' a man's a-lookin' at a dog. 2888|An' I looks up, an' there, at the cat, 2888|My face's a-tremble like the air! 2888|There's one that I 'll be, but I 'll be there ======================================== SAMPLE 6620 ======================================== 2381|In her own love, and mine own love; 2381|I know not which to know or love. 2381|I know not which my soul would be, 2381|With a soul or no soul at all, 2381|Or in my blood, or out of my blood. 2381|I hear no more, no more to hear, 2381|No word of what I said last night. 2381|For I did not say, I said 2381|Now to be happy and to love, 2381|Since that is not the thing I seek. 2381|I said, my pleasure and my pride, 2381|To know it well, to speak it oft; 2381|And so, my heart was glad and small. 2381|I said, my joy, and my delight, 2381|To keep, to feel it not obscure; 2381|Since now I know it not at all. 2381|Why then did I choose to go 2381|There that he should go, the wise, the true, 2381|The high, the wise, the high, the high? 2381|Why had he not told me this of me? 2381|He said, to teach me how to love: 2381|Why did he say but that I should love, 2381|While he, the fool, and I, the great, 2381|Should love, and do what he would have us do, 2381|Though he knew it to his cost? 2381|Because my feet could not pursue 2381|The way to this or th' way to that, 2381|And this was God's right hand could do. 2381|And I am but a creature of an hour: 2381|He knew my soul and all his own, 2381|And knew how else I should be blest. 2381|Alas, the hour hath passed away, 2381|The sun was setting in the west; 2381|And the fair land lay safe and still, 2381|And the air was pure and sweet. 2381|The grass was still, the wind was still, 2381|And the green grass held no fear, 2381|And the land lay safe from all harm, 2381|And the golden light was done. 2381|Ah, happy, happy in the day! 2381|Ah, happy, happy in the day! 2381|For God was not without honour, 2381|Or man on his toil, 2381|In day when joy is not of mind, 2381|And pain is at the best 2381|A trifle, as we find in the dark 2381|That nothing matters but the day. 2381|When, ah but in the stillness 2381|The birds are singing, 2381|When, ah but in the stillness 2381|The flowers are opening, 2381|When the world shall fade and fail, 2381|And the world pass away 2381|And that is good, I will not weep, 2381|Though every pang should be for naught, 2381|And that is good, I will not weep. 2381|For what could joy be without pain? 2381|But for this day the joys of this life, 2381|And this flower, my love, which has won 2381|All thorns and briers, all flowers and heat. 2381|But what could flower-love be without heat? 2381|But for this day the flowers and the heat; 2381|But what could flower-love be without pain? 2381|How should it be in the day when all is done 2381|That grief grow joy, and joy move water, 2381|That earth were grass, and all the world were wine! 2381|But this day should it be in the day 2381|When I have passed the threshold of Death, 2381|And that shall be sweet, and death be sweet, 2381|Though I may never find out the way. 2381|And this water to you and to me: 2381|For what if it be but the grass! 2381|The sweetest wine in the world is the dead, 2381|But water to a man is the best food. 2381|The sweetest bread in the world to a man 2381|Is the dark water on the beach of the sea; 2381|But sweet water to a man is the sweetest food. 2381| ======================================== SAMPLE 6630 ======================================== 37375|Till he comes to the last circle, 37375|His spirit, his earthly spirit, 37375|Is left where it fell from the earth. 37375|Away, away with the old man, 37375|He's the cause we must take him 37375|To the dungeon where he belongs, 37375|Where his head in sepulchre lies. 37375|The child of his flesh and his bone is 37375|The child of the devil, too-- 37375|And yet with a heart that is firm 37375|And a hand that is calm and strong 37375|We have kept him till our dying day. 37375|For he came not on great winds, 37375|Nor was he born in a rush-- 37375|O, no, his birth is ordained-- 37375|He was born with God's gift in his eye. 37375|He was made of the dust of the earth 37375|In the first great work for man; 37375|He is strong, he is steadfast, 37375|He has soul that is strong to the end. 37375|He is not the child of the earth, 37375|He is not the boy at his call; 37375|To this high hour he looks up to God, 37375|His father and his best friend. 37375|He holds up his hands of woe, 37375|He bends all his heart to the stroke; 37375|"I will be God," he says, "O Lord!" 37375|And he does his best to be God. 37375|The winds have driven him far from home, 37375|The tempests have shaken the floor, 37375|The clouds have chased him and confounded him 37375|Through the wild snow and the blustering blast. 37375|What though the clouds have been heavy?-- 37375|A day has not left it a night; 37375|The rain and the snow--to his youth 37375|The clouds and the rain had made answer. 37375|He stands in the sunbeam, and sings, 37375|He looks out and his soul is clear; 37375|"Thy blessings!" He answers and cries, 37375|And so to his heart is answer'd. 37375|And we who are nearer to Thee, 37375|For the love of Thy presence high, 37375|Grant us to see in Thy ways and ways 37375|Each blemishing and each advantage: 37375|That we have a seat at Thy banquet table, 37375|That Thou hast made us to do our duty, 37375|That Thou canst make us to do Thy will. 37375|'Tis a bright day to follow Christ's footsteps. 37375|A joy to behold the Christ-child, 37375|And to the Christ-child to bring them. 37375|'Tis joy beyond all words, to see Him, 37375|With hands outstretched, and soul uplifted. 37375|'Tis joy beyond all words, to know Him, 37375|To be with Him in joy or pain. 37375|"Aye, but I fear you will cry like a child 37375|When I am gone away," sigh'd the preacher, 37375|"And you must let the old day of a day go." 37375|"Is it gone, is it gone, my friend?" he said, 37375|And clasp'd my hand, and kiss'd me, and whispered, 37375|"Ye both must go, and I must follow on." 37375|"No, no, dear, it can't be, it can't be," 37375|Says my heart in me like a sister strong; 37375|"Dear Lord, let us go, and I must to Thy will." 37375|'Twas a day of wind and dust, and we made 37375|The air a little higher and blearlier; 37375|The night is dark, the morning was bright, 37375|But a tear stood in my eye when I look'd at it; 37375|A bitter tear, for it had fallen while 37375|I was praying, and I had not then seen 37375|A cloud, nor even a light, since the birth 37375|Of our own earth: I looked with a look 37375|Of fear on that tear--it fell not there! 37375|I think I saw it shine when I was praying. 37375|I wonder ======================================== SAMPLE 6640 ======================================== 14591|To do to us an awful turn; 14591|We know that it would be a shame, 14591|The very deed to speak! 14591|(To the Archbishop:) So thou'rt taken hence, 14591|What of the good old family? 14591|(To the Baron:) Tell me a good story, 14591|What the old man's eye can understand! 14591|Thou wilt not tell me truth, my friend, 14591|And yet thou speakest plainly, 14591|In that I listen to thee. 14591|(To the Baron:) To all men false in heart, 14591|What is now theirs, is now mine own, 14591|They speak with tongue of truth, but never 14591|As a God would. 14591|(To the Archbishop:) What shall I do? 14591|A word from thee is little worth: 14591|Thy friend is dead! 14591|(To the Archbishop:) And what of him? 14591|I, too, must drag to earth my fate. 14591|Let him not hope a deed divine, 14591|When here and here we have no God. 14591|I will not tell the dead to live, 14591|And give him life. 14591|(_Aloud singing_) 14591|How many of the great are we 14591|Who have our love and trust forgot! 14591|So many of the fair are we, 14591|Who have, so long, their love forgot. 14591|O, he should follow, him the good, 14591|And him so kind, and him so true, 14591|Who would not, I would not, let the man alone, 14591|Unless he would follow me! 14591|(To the Archbishop:) You shall go, too. 14591|(_Lad's petition_) 14591|_Thou that hast loved and trusted me, 14591|And taken heart as free as the air, 14591|I, too, must leave my own dear life,-- 14591|My work, my wife, my land and treasure:_ 14591|_My friends, my lands, a land or two, 14591|For these must come, and I must go; 14591|A poor old man, but well--well paid; 14591|And that's enough for me in the end!_ 14591|(_From which he takes her in his arms_) 14591|(_To_ PAULA:) 14591|Dear heart! How could our lord be wrong? 14591|He loved you; and he knew himself the devil! 14591|(_He leaves the chair and comes back to the door._) 14591|Pardon the pettiness, I am much displeased. 14591|What! for the old man's soul, to lay it low? 14591|Yet at the end we both must go our ways, 14591|Nor, when we have reached our earthly home, 14591|Shall we for ever sit face to face! 14591|(_After a pause she looks back to the table_.)_ 14591|Purgatorio: D. & C. 14591|I'd like to have some rest awhile, 14591|To my trouble now already worn; 14591|The more is the good of hearing and seeing, 14591|The less is the good of seeing and hearing! 14591|So long as man's mortal nature has life, 14591|Hear me, my dearest friend, with all your heart, 14591|Wandering about the world about! 14591|And let me be one day as we, my dear, 14591|Rapt in our youth in God's world and here: 14591|To have a little trust, a little rest 14591|In our life, and not a bit afraid, 14591|Since we have, still, time for all we will: 14591|At God's right hand! What can one wish for more? 14591|(_The guests stand at a window: PUNCH _slips from the window_. 14591|What are you looking at? 14591|How about? 14591|(_He is handed from the window_ PUNCH.) 14591|I see three eyes in each of you; 14591|How would you like to open them now? 14591|If you would answer me,-- 14591|I shall go on ======================================== SAMPLE 6650 ======================================== 13650|Prick me, if you may! 13650|Prick me if you can, or you cannot, 13650|Prick me; oh! you will bite!" 13650|A little boy and a little girl 13650|Both came to see a painting by Titian; 13650|They both gazed long at the bright blue line 13650|Through the bright brown robes of the picture, 13650|Which said, "Welcome, Majesty!" 13650|The little boy had never seen 13650|So fine a canvas before, 13650|And as the painter stood near, 13650|He said, "Now give me my fee, 13650|Or I'll never come back." 13650|The little boy made no reply, 13650|But looked at the painter more, 13650|And said (with a smile), "What! you 13650|Say 'tis a fee, but I dare not pay." 13650|The painter raised his eyes to the heart, 13650|And said, "My son, I am here 13650|To paint you a fine Life; 13650|I'll paint you as he is; 13650|And I'll paint your great-great-grand-grand-parents." 13650|The little boy and the girl 13650|Looked at each other with surprise; 13650|But the girl could not paint enough 13650|To make the boy look twice. 13650|So they paid the painter's fee, 13650|And all the money was paid; 13650|And both agreed (and I'm sure they would), 13650|That they'd like to see each other still, 13650|And live together under the same sky, 13650|Even after they were grown. 13650|Ah, sweet is May 13650|And fair the sun, 13650|When boys are crowning 13650|The stems of corn; 13650|And fair and sweet 13650|The fall of the sweet 13650|When we are toddling 13650|Upon the field. 13650|But sweet with tears, 13650|And sad with fears, 13650|When we are dying 13650|And going to die! 13650|"Come hither, come hither, my son, 13650|Come and see the summer house by the lake." 13650|"What shall we do?" the lad said. 13650|"Let us build a house," the father said; 13650|"Let us also build a boat." 13650|So forth they went, and with bowed knees 13650|Strained each his heart's content, 13650|Building boats and houses, and bughats, 13650|And ever building, till the summer was done. 13650|A little girl and a little boy 13650|Walked up the stairs together; 13650|The little girl kiss'd the little boy's nose, 13650|And so did the little boy kiss his wee mou'; 13650|And that was long, and that was late, 13650|And every day was Christmas-time. 13650|And every day the little girl and the little boy 13650|Went to the priest at that great Christmas-tide-- 13650|Yes, everybody went, and everybody knelt down, 13650|And none of them ever rose and said a word! 13650|But they kiss'd each other, and they kiss'd each other's dogs, 13650|And they danced about the room that night! 13650|And everybody said, "Oh! little girls and boys, 13650|If you ever wear a blouse like this, 13650|Don't you think that your mother or sister or father 13650|Would think it was a naughty naughty thing? 13650|For the little boys and the big boys and the girls 13650|Wear them every day, because they are boys." 13650|And they danced about the room that night; 13650|And the little girls and the little boys danced all day, 13650|And ever since then they dance about, 13650|And never ask for more or less. 13650|Come, little children, let us make thee good men! 13650|Come, little children, let us make thee good dice! 13650|Shall a little man be able to make a World, 13650|And the World make him a fortune by his skill, 13650|Knowing the limits of his skill and power? 13650|The world made by ======================================== SAMPLE 6660 ======================================== 42034|And I could not see the sea, 42034|Nor what the ocean was 42034|For I was not there! 42034|And no one said good-bye 42034|To me, nor smiled or smiled, 42034|Or hugged me again,-- 42034|My name is faded from memory. 42034|And I sit here in the twilight 42034|With the lights at twilight time, 42034|With no more words to say 42034|And no one I'd blame. 42034|But in the darkness as the night, 42034|There's something very sweet, 42034|And something very sad; 42034|And I can feel it,--yes, I can! 42034|For it's that home with its moonlight, 42034|And its stars in the gloom; 42034|And the voice of my dead mother 42034|Sings over again and again. 42035|I shall take my car, 42035|I shall buy a cap and a little hat; 42035|My friends shall laugh and cry 42035|As the door is shut behind me. 42035|The clock is striking eight; 42035|The wind and the darkness blow cold; 42035|And I sit here in the dark with my pencil-- 42035|Drawing a little window-sill. 42035|Oh, they're out to-night, then? 42035|Oh, who will come in 42035|When dawn begins 42035|To break on the hills? 42035|Then a robin's voice, 42035|Then a mocking cry, 42035|Then a squall, a flare, 42035|Then the dark winds howl around us, 42035|And our shadows rise. 42035|Down on the road, a lonely boy, 42035|With the dark, red barn door fast sealed; 42035|He stands on the barn's edge, 42035|And hears the wind as it speeds by him; 42035|And the smoke through the barn drifts 42035|Across the black, black road. 42035|Oh, what use of the hat and the cap and the doll 42035|Upon the floor of the floor bed, and a baby's dress in her hand, 42035|As I lie here in the dim night, 42035|And listen to the wind and the darkness blow? 42035|Why listen to the wind and the darkness blow? 42035|'Tis a night of all good things; 42035|And I am sure that a star will shine on high when I wake, 42035|Then I will climb into bed 42035|And look up at the stars for a quiet night's rest; 42035|And the clock, it will chime for me 42035|At eight o'clock at night.... 42035|Then I shall listen to the wind and the darkness blow. 42035|But there is a little girl in our street-- 42035|Taken my word for it-- 42035|Who is all a star is doing 42035|Of an evening bright and sudden bright. 42035|There is no room for the shadow of doubt on her brow-- 42035|She has seen the light of that evening clear. 42035|One night will go by, 42035|And one will not come; 42035|And on the face of the one you love 42035|Something you shall remember. 42035|The wind comes on the sea, 42035|The wind and the darkness shake the sky, 42035|The tide creeps onward with a strange, swift motion, 42035|And the ships go reeling past the pier. 42035|The time is at last come, the end is drawing near, 42035|The waves are rocking to their feet; 42035|Oh, they have sailed a little, 42035|But they shall go a little, 42035|The ships at last coming back 42035|After all their weary time. 42035|I heard a little child on the stair 42035|Sing an old song; 42035|The tune it was of love to a little child-- 42035|And the line was clear as if it sang 42035|An old, old rhyme. 42035|I saw her face, and long awaited her, 42035|I dreamed that I saw 42035|A vision of her face on the wall 42035|Out beyond the hall; 42035|And in the doorway a little maid 42035| ======================================== SAMPLE 6670 ======================================== 1211|But who the fount of that sweet-breathing flowre 1211|For me, who doe so much desyre, 1211|I see that God doth e'en his will fulfil 1211|Within this cup of my best love. 1211|Then teach me, for my sake, to be free 1211|From love-siphons, that doo prey on my heart; 1211|And keep me from the evil yre 1211|Of tasting this sweet liquor. 1211|Sweet mother and mother dear, 1211|Now my sorrowing eyes do see 1211|The roses springing all around; 1211|Now I see that which I long, 1211|Ever my sorrow did fear. 1211|The rose that crowns the lofty tree, 1211|In midst of all the world it stands, 1211|To be in the mischief it found, 1211|But that it bloomed in Paradise. 1211|Let us laugh; if we can, laugh we 1211|Or bewail our present state; 1211|Or, if 'tis no longer, pray, 1211|For the present sufferance. 1211|Now no more of our good plight, 1211|Or pleasure we have here; 1211|For as sun shines in a glass, 1211|So we our lot in this place. 1211|Let us laugh; for we may not: it is an evil play 1211|At which we all of us, as I suppose, agree. 1211|Thine eyes, alas! were made, 1211|To soothe, not wound, the conscious heart. 1211|But pity me this day, 1211|Which, though now old, naught can harm my; 1211|Or else, unhappy day, 1211|Too much of this, or any grief. 1211|For I, poor eye, and none beside, 1211|Am suffering constant sleepless; 1211|When, all my senses, all at rest, 1211|Thou dost the present keep of me. 1211|What is the good ye see in drinking, sir; say, 1211|That is the cause of happiness to some; and why 1211|Wine delights not others, if it helps the soul? 1211|For there's no liquor, sir, like joyance, says he; 1211|What makes the spirit joyful, whensoe'er ye find, 1211|When the spirit is pleased, as we have found; 1211|But, by the folly of unwisdom, is it cloy'd, 1211|And aught wonders in another's possession?-- 1211|This is an ill-pursued business, that's plain enough: 1211|Goodnesse, sir, like this, may turn by as you list; 1211|But, the more the liquor does good, the more it maketh 1211|The drinker kind and cheerful still: 1211|If too much joyance, and fancy-painting, it causes, 1211|Why, then goodnesse, that's better than it seems. 1211|If the mind be so, great pleasure is it made, 1211|And great mirth of course by thought, which makes us laugh; 1211|Like the first hand of a vintner to the bowl, 1211|So pleasure, or mirth, the drinker is to bless. 1211|The night is past and gone, which did ordain 1211|Each one should have his own constancy; 1211|And since it is so, what can'st thou fear, 1211|Thou young virgin wert made ere that to drench? 1211|But if the night's despisèd, or contempt, 1211|It shall depart againe, and no more be? 1211|The night that shut the earth from many a shore, 1211|And barred the heaven of all beneath, 1211|Yet did forbear a place for you or me, 1211|Or, which was neither new, nor old; 1211|Shall this day's labour then be seen by you 1211|As doing more than work was to do? 1211|Then, by so many glories that are set 1211|About my head, ye shall not be thought 1211|That I am anything more than a trust 1211|Or that I lack for skill and counsel sure. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 6680 ======================================== 8187|All the world's beauty, and you, you 8187|So pale in skin and limb, in whom, 8187|Oh, who the wisest and the sweetest, 8187|In the eyes and in the lips; 8187|In my ear like a lark, in my soul, 8187|Throned among the sweetest thoughts, 8187|Woo'st in a full symphony. 8187|So let all that lovely joys be thine, 8187|And take my heart from its prison here, 8187|As thou hast taken my love from me. 8187|_He_, when _one_ he'll hear, by faith is caught; 8187|But _others_, his love and fortune are; 8187|I've long since felt them all o'er, my dear, 8187|And now I am _other_, for Love's sake! 8187|The _S" is a "treat" as well as another thing, for even 8187|a man may give _treat_, when as a woman in love._ 8187|For he's but a boy, 'mid such grand affairs, 8187|Tho' his young eye, like a man who knows, 8187|His small hands, in clasp, and his little face 8187|(There's not a spot on its surface we see 8187|But hath a tender charm about it to warn 8187|A woman's imagination of love), 8187|_is_ like a royal cup at his knee; 8187|And those two drops of the man's blood are sweet 8187|As the dew-dappled pearls at that spot where they meet! 8187|But alas, alas, is this all--_he_ has to play 8187|_with his youth's first blossoms, while her manhood's in bloom?_ 8187|"Ah! wherefore so much?" said the angel that came from 8187|"Ah! wherefore so much?" said the angel she left me-- 8187|A pretty shape,--in her eyes I caught the light and 8187|"Ah! wherefore so much?" said the angel that came from Heaven. 8187|"Why," I said, "I'm a maiden, you see, and can only 8187|"Why," I said, "ye gods! why," I said, and clasped him-- 8187|"A moment, young man--A moment, young man! for I've 8187|"Where's Martha?" shouted the nurse--"Where's Martha?" 8187|"_This_ day, in her arms," they chanted; 8187|"_This_ day, in the arms of her Majesty the Queen." 8187|_They_ were indeed so merry,--and, tho' they knew it, 8187|I was thinking of Martha, tho' they knew it not. 8187|And to have my eyes so close upraised to meet 8187|That beaming of splendor on one so fair, 8187|And to feel my little heart turn round to feel 8187|That all those mists (as the light now cleared away) 8187|Had fallen, like the dew that trembles on the tree; 8187|And all the bright beams that lit the evening's height 8187|From that moment had parted just as surely; 8187|And I felt all the world for which I searched-- 8187|_The whole world's glory_,--so long and vain. 8187|And so I felt it almost as soon as day 8187|Had flitted off, and the light was withdrawn. 8187|But the nurse had not been _all_ joking, I think-- 8187|She said that my eyes were _all_ smiling as _ever_! 8187|It was so very nice to hear them talk 8187|O'er the sweets of love's autumn days with me, 8187|While o'er my head the nurse, to bring me down 8187|And so to make them smile, at once began 8187|To sing--a pretty air--"Oh, Martha dear, 8187|"Oh, Martha dear!" she sung, to the last. 8187|And tho' the tone be high, the sweetest strain 8187|That ever woman taught to a child was sung. 8187|_He_ has no doubt that the Queen and Princess 8187|Were right in leaving, with such a lovely ======================================== SAMPLE 6690 ======================================== 16688|So I wish him good luck!" said the little maiden; 16688|"And be happy, little maid, and be always free from hurt!" 16688|And now the boy was in the street, and at the door, and all around, 16688|His head was all afire, and his eyes were bright, and ready to tell 16688|Him that he was going to give a good hard lesson to the boy. 16688|In came some of the neighbors, and asked him all about it. 16688|"Do you know who is to be our new teacher all about?" said 16688|"You need not hold your breathe, my little man, at all, 16688|You've only been away two weeks, but I think I do better then!" 16688|Said the boy, "I'm fit for my feet, if anything go well. 16688|Now, all my lessons are laid down in my book; you shall learn all, 16688|Then, I hope, you'll never forget "The Lord is good to you." 16688|Oh! there were some that said "Oh, that sounds like a dream," 16688|But little Tommy took them all for true. 16688|One day the little cuckoo came to tell Tommy about 16688|How he'd learned to love flowers, and all that; 16688|Tommy seemed very pleased, and held his breath a little while, 16688|Then said, "I shall have three tulips to sell for seven dollars." 16688|"A turkey for my master," the rich man said, "and a pair of daffies, 16688|And I do beseech you, I can pay you all within an hour." 16688|Tommy said, "Don't be ridiculous; it's no use, 16688|They can't have the daffies, I'll have the turkey." 16688|Then up came the lawyer and said, "Don't you think 16688|Tommy might be at a loss, for he's got to save his bacon?" 16688|"I ought not to go and ask for permission," said Tommy, 16688|"Since I can't give them away that cheap, 16688|I'll give 'em to Miss; that way I shall be able to pay them." 16688|Then Tom said, "Dear me! I hope I don't grow to be too much, 16688|I'll try to keep my temper under control; 16688|Let's go down to the barn, and see what's keeping up the strife." 16688|The captain's horse was in the stable, 16688|He was a hare-herder past all thought; 16688|They drove away, and Tommy kept on singing 16688|A long, long song to a hamper of spurs. 16688|When Tommy came out, his face was flushed,-- 16688|His mind was like a dandelion's throat; 16688|All thought and feeling had quite lost its way. 16688|"What's the matter, dear?" cried Polly, "you frighten-man? 16688|All's well while white bread is on the table; 16688|I'd like to have something back again,--though, alas! 16688|Don't know what that is, that's coming so fast." 16688|Then she kissed his beard; he answered, "Polly, dear, 16688|My own dear Polly, dear, how kind you are!" 16688|Tommy's beard was well grown, and now, dear Polly, dear, 16688|I'm very sure you should come and see it. 16688|And now the captain led the way, 16688|His hat and breeches off they threw, 16688|And away they marched in the dark 16688|With a hush, with a hush, with a hush. 16688|Down by the brook comes the farmer 16688|He's come to call Tommy to tea, 16688|And he's come with his twelve-wun sheep, 16688|And he's got the old pig to carry. 16688|"Oh, dear," says Tommy, "Mr. Pig, 16688|I wish I had a horse like you." 16688|Tommy is off to the bridle-tree 16688|In a trice, in a trice I'll ride. 16688|If I should fall, what would become of me? 16688|What would become of Tom and Jim? 16688|They're old ======================================== SAMPLE 6700 ======================================== 34752|His mighty powers o'er human joy and sorrow, 34752|Himself the guardian angels of our peace. 34752|With wisdom, virtue, life itself secure, 34752|A glorious day may dawn on man here. 34752|A nation's blessings now are thine. This day; 34752|'Tis God's own word that thou wilt see thy sons. 34752|A nation's blessings now! O heart and hands, 34752|With all thy hopes and fears, is God's word said. 34752|To thee this day the world is all thine own, 34752|It is the blessing in thy portion given, 34752|And God is here, and in his mercy's care; 34752|There is no power on earth that can resist 34752|Though round it thy path may swiftly be thrown. 34752|The world's power is to enslave and hold-- 34752|The curse and curse of weakness is upon thee. 34752|Then turn from sin and from the wrath severe, 34752|For thee the blessing is of God's benediction. 34752|Behold! this day thou shalt rejoice to know-- 34752|That thou wert chosen for his children's sake. 34752|God's blessing falls on all thy future plans, 34752|For each is blessed in his perfect plan, 34752|For God and his blessing meet our hearts all; 34752|It is the perfect plan, whate'er befall, 34752|'Tis all a part of him who gave thee breath. 34752|To these first things the soul is set to rise, 34752|When to enjoy the Father's presence near, 34752|And on this earth to love and labor so 34752|That in this life's great work we all may share. 34752|When to attain eternal life we'll go, 34752|Where all may live a blessed life to come. 34752|The Father's power is in all blessings near, 34752|As when on the last great work he laid his hand; 34752|He's given us power to love and labor so, 34752|'Tis God's blessing in our hearts all complete. 34752|Who is the great one of this day's? A Power 34752|Which, like all good things, cannot be denied. 34752|All blessings on this earth shall be thy sown, 34752|And planted to be abundantly green. 34752|Oh! for an hour with thee on the green, 34752|With thee and thine for ever, the just God's dear. 34752|Is there a God like God's own great one, 34752|To dwell in heaven, and share in earth's embrace? 34752|I would partake in his glory, no doubt. 34752|I have no power to seek or to command. 34752|No power to seek, or to make him mine. 34752|To me in that state I would be a slave, 34752|And share with thee my bread, my wine, my beer. 34752|And when in Hades I shall come to die, 34752|I'd sooner lie in the same awful nest, 34752|With thee to enjoy the sepulchre there, 34752|Than take possession of this sweet earth again. 34752|Oh! then, as now, we shall live in our need. 34752|The one we worship here, and the other that lies far. 34752|All things to us must be from heaven conveyed. 34752|God's creatures must be our worship alone. 34752|We have a share, but the Lord's the one share. 34752|The Lord, with his creatures, and he is God. 34752|Our souls must live, and we shall have life's joy, 34752|By being with him always, in joy and holiness, 34752|Then will he take the cup from thy hand, 34752|To drink the good things he has given thee. 34752|And we shall live, and a heavenly home, 34752|In the great Father's own eternal sight, 34752|In a holy home immortal. 34752|Thy blessings are our portion here below; 34752|And all thy gracious mercies will be ours 34752|When on earth we shall there find them all. 34752|The spirit-world is infinite and vast; 34752|And every soul among us, like a star, 34752|Will shine forever in light ======================================== SAMPLE 6710 ======================================== 1034|And with all his strength and mirth the war-horse fell, 1034|And he came to the very edge of the place 1034|And there, as I said, rode the blacksmith's son. 1034|Oh, well they knew that he was the first who 1034|Had lifted the girth on the blacksmith's horse; 1034|And they knew that he was the first to know; 1034|And they knew that if they'd fought him right and true, 1034|And beaten him with care and tears and scorn, 1034|They must not only go home safe to God, 1034|But go home with a very knight's name on-- 1034|A very knight's who would have done the same. 1034|So he raised the blacksmith fatherly 1034|And he looked him in the face, and bade him look in 1034|The face of his friend, the noble smith-- 1034|Not on his son, not on the blacksmith's son, 1034|But on the blacksmith's poor blacksmith son. 1034|That was the first that had spoken or come forth 1034|Out of the wood before their horse broke head. 1034|And the blacksmith fatherly said to the smith: 1034|"I am a friend of thy good gray father's. 1034|And his words are his own. He says that a man 1034|Is better in sorrow if in death he mourn 1034|That man has done a wrong in the blacksmith's son." 1034|Then the smith said: "My friend, the blacksmith's son 1034|Made a terrible game of the blacksmith's son: 1034|He drove him out in a forest by the ways, 1034|Where it looked like he'd have a hell of a time 1034|Of himself and his own shame before he died 1034|Who was his true father and the son he had. 1034|"He's gone off home; he can't tell me all the ways 1034|He chased him there; he knows as sure as I 1034|That as long as I'm in sight he doesn't mind; 1034|Though when I was down by the falls he showed him 1034|How little he'd let another man be loved. 1034|He doesn't mind, though; and as for the blacksmith's son 1034|He's made an ill and ill-natured fight of it." 1034|And the father said: "The blacksmith's son has gone 1034|To fight that bloody game where the dead are made; 1034|He had no more to advise him--he had fought. 1034|Why can't he give his lessons, and be wise?" 1034|So he took the blacksmith father from the door, 1034|And there they all sat down, the father and son, 1034|And they sat down together in the gloom, 1034|And the smith and himself, as was allowed, 1034|Took up the tale at a point; and the father 1034|Felt his own mind like a sword in the throat; 1034|And the smith, though he felt no qualms about it, 1034|He shook his head and the blacksmith's wife 1034|Begged him turn to the tales he'd been told. 1034|"The blacksmith father, I do hold it, 1034|Felt no more as a right man must do, 1034|Unless he be a hard old man of his age; 1034|Yet now he's made a right hard man of his age, 1034|And he knows well that's no man under the sun." 1034|In the dim light of the dying day 1034|They sat there and heard him saying "So," 1034|And in a low and very low voice 1034|"For the blacksmith father, I believe, 1034|Had no right but one, all right three, 1034|When he spoke, "Let the blacksmith son 1034|Go up to the king, and the smith to the queen." 1034|The man was right, so the blacksmith father 1034|Rode to the king, with the smith to the queen. 1034|The king had been for him the king's guest 1034|Under the blacksmith's roof where his heart ought to be. 1034|Had he not been for him, a hard old man, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 6720 ======================================== 8187|As _the Last_, I know 'twill break the rest! 8187|_Thou_,--who all-confounding _is_, and whose 8187|One part 8187|And all 8187|Are but weakly shades and shadows, as the day, 8187|Shall vanish as with a sigh, while all, 8187|And all 8187|Shall shine when thou shalt tread the sun again. 8187|But now my duty, like a poet's, is 8187|To lay before thine eyes my visions true; 8187|To show thee what I do;--to tell thee how 8187|I suffer; how I work; how long I feel 8187|The fetters; how the heart's hot griefs I know; 8187|I tell thee all; and, if thou wilt believe 8187|My tale, I leave the task of truth to thee. 8187|This is my tale. _As they went down, 8187|With an air both court and courtly bore, 8187|In the light of day, to view the king; 8187|The king, who was much amazed and sorry, 8187|As they walked up and down the golden court, 8187|Now looked to heaven, than he had done before, 8187|And found, by his dear daughter's love, in his breast, 8187|A warm and holy fire, like one who feels 8187|His sister's memory's breath in his soul creep. 8187|"Your Highness," said my lord, "this day in court 8187|"We lay the blame upon ourselves,--to hear 8187|"From every sin committed how it marr'd the life, 8187|"And how it had betrayed to others the trust 8187|"By which he Heaven himself had placed in thine. 8187|"This is our task: to show the errors thus 8187|"Of self-glorification--to remind 8187|"Of each sacrilegious act, and blundering art 8187|"That labours in the dark of sin to light; 8187|"Till every monarch, that listens to our tale, 8187|"May feel, how much, in his midst, must needs be hid." 8187|Such were the visions I was sent to give, 8187|So said my lord, or thought he, when he took 8187|The hand of me and gave me his own:-- 8187|Some of them were of one little man, 8187|Some great, the prime of many lands; 8187|And some were dreams of home,--and some of love 8187|And friendship, all the same to his lord, 8187|Who had himself, not half so glorious a scene, 8187|As any monarch on earth now would please; 8187|Whose presence all the palace of my Lord, 8187|By what's called a duty, might well deserve. 8187|It was to be my task to give and show 8187|What duty says the highest art is due 8187|In learning and in moral wisdom, all 8187|Whose words and actions must to truth and truth 8187|And righteousness look out with so approving light. 8187|'Twas to be my task to teach each soul 8187|To see with clear eye what it worships; 8187|To note the false, so far as it turns 8187|The path of folly into evil; 8187|To trace each duty where 'tis to be found 8187|But to the opposite of vice and woe. 8187|Oh! be it light or be it night, 8187|My lord's in heaven, where all that's good 8187|Shall have his worship on earth no more. 8187|If one to-morrow's doom may yield 8187|A chance--a chance to feel his heart, 8187|And bless the hours that he has watched 8187|Till dawn was bright and light was near: 8187|If death can be to any one 8187|The highest boon of joy or scorn-- 8187|Then let him take his present view 8187|Of his own soul, with so sweet a view 8187|That he may know, 'twas only fate 8187|To greet the wrongs that to him grew 8187|More heavy every hour that passed; 8187|Then let him let himself ======================================== SAMPLE 6730 ======================================== 1166|What he needs must see; but one thing more 1166|Shall be asked: 'Tell me, by the Lord, 1166|When I leave this place, which way I go, 1166|Who shall kneel beside me in the grass, 1166|And not ask me why I do this thing? 1166|Or what I have done for him to know. 1166|'Who shall hear my voice in these long woods 1166|And never ask me, why I sing. 1166|When I am dead, in Heaven's light blue sky 1166|I will lie still as any bird.' 1166|She said it, but he would not hear her, 1166|And ever from that day could see 1166|Her song and her silence were as one. 1166|There by the river there -- on the mound -- 1166|Where the city's wall has stood since last 1166|It stood of old before the battle broke, 1166|There he was seen of one who might know 1166|The woman when she was a child 1166|-- the great woman who grew up with him. 1166|There in the sun once more he lay 1166|Pale, with face like a pale-blue cup, 1166|And his voice rang like a warbling bird 1166|When he sings. And so, the story goes, 1166|He was not alone when peace was brought. 1166|It might be that his voice was still 1166|With the memory of those wild ways 1166|Where the war-pipes, like the black birds' wings, 1166|Tossed out that night, and struck home once more. 1166|And it might be that his face was one 1166|Of those with whom at such a feast 1166|The battle ceased -- that one, who, when 1166|The night grows dark, stands in the sun, 1166|And is still by the hearth to catch the flame 1166|Out of those torches that have gone. 1166|And the great city in the sea 1166|Shone still as it had never smiled 1166|Since God's old day with all his kings 1166|Came with His great gift of fire. 1166|Yet what was it now that thrilled 1166|Thro' all that world-old mystery? 1166|This -- a man with arms of steel and eyes 1166|That flashed with sudden fire and flame, 1166|And in a little hour, the whole 1166|Lay covered over in fire. 1166|And a woman's face, grown pale 1166|With some foreboding of the days 1166|To come, still in the place where she dwelt 1166|And watch by the white door. This -- 1166|The old wild ways, the awful great sea ... 1166|And the great city in the sea. 1166|And there's one who watches him there -- 1166|There is no living man this day 1166|Who watched a man who's gone. 1166|I am just a little little ship 1166|Sailing about the sky, 1166|And every star stands out above me, 1166|Gazing at me from below. 1166|I hear the winds that blow 1166|From out the shivering blue -- 1166|And all the sea is waiting for me 1166|With its eager, longing stars. 1166|I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I hear the low wind stir the snow 1166|From out the lonely hill -- 1166|And I watch my stars grow dimmer 1166|And darker, I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I hear the low wind blow. 1166|I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I watch the stars grow dimmer, 1166|And I hear the snow blowing -- 1166|Oh, well I know that the time is near 1166|When I shall rise from out the sea. 1166|I keep my watch just here, 1166|And I hear the faint wind die away, 1166|And the stars come shining down, 1166|Blooming above me with the light of my love -- 1166|For I know they cannot stay 1166|Out of the place where I shall rise, 1166|When I set my watch just here! 1166|The last year's leaves lay rustling on ======================================== SAMPLE 6740 ======================================== 1279|I want my hizzies, 1279|I want my hizzies, &c. 1279|When my hizzies 1279|Get their clothes on, 1279|Then, then, I want them 1279|For my hizzies, &c. 1279|Young Jamie daurn't wrang, 1279|Neea, na, it's true, O: 1279|Wae's me, my age, my gudesel Jon; 1279|I'm not worth a pliver. 1279|I was sae happy 1279|As a poor lass, &c. 1279|When I've aye horn, and hauds my land, 1279|And dins her down in plenty; 1279|Then, then, I want my hizzies, 1279|I want my hizzies, &c. 1279|The best thing that can happen to-yeh 1279|An' whiles it ups while it gits on! 1279|As I was talking o' the waurs, 1279|Auld Nun's daughters fell in debt 1279|To sell the neighbours bells and rings. 1279|But some they sold nae mae, 1279|And some they sold sae fair, 1279|And some they sold wi' troubler hearts 1279|Tho' they the best could fa'. 1279|They did but tak the ghaists and hie 1279|On a' the ten to t' four, 1279|Wi' halberts fast by their backs, 1279|And a' the ten to four, 1279|Wi' halberts fastened well. 1279|And there they wait till Fats and Royses 1279|Can droun them ances an' more 1279|Frae kith to the wrestle, 1279|And mak' a fule or two. 1279|Then forth they go at their play, 1279|Frae to the house o' Fats and Royses, 1279|And they come right in; 1279|They mak' a puir, pranc'd, drunken clatter, 1279|The while they flang their bells, rings, clubs, 1279|And clubs wi' din. 1279|They tak on Fats aneath their sides, 1279|Wi' their white hands as black as whiteness:] 1279|When their bells rang out wi' pell-mell clack, 1279|The porter was awa' afraid 1279|They must hae some kind o' carnivals fit, 1279|To entertain the people at St. Janin's. 1279|Awa' he went to the Stuarts to drink, 1279|Wi' a' the rest of the Fats an' Royses. 1279|And some he lost, an' some he din'd, 1279|While Nun's daughters stood round, afeard, 1279|To see their husbands, or hear their tell-- 1279|Of Nun's most pitiful story. 1279|But though her heart was a boiling cauld, 1279|She didn't want to be served wi' rum; 1279|So down she sat, to hear what Fats said: 1279|They tauld her naething but gie her cheer 1279|Wi' water from the tank, and a teapot. 1279|Poor Nun! she was fain to be mistaken. 1279|She tauld them naething but gie her cheer; 1279|She tald them naething but gie her cheer; 1279|But they tald her three little pence, 1279|Wi' more, an' mair, an' more, an' mair, 1279|An' mair, an' mair: 1279|And she hung about the stables, 1279|For three whole days an' nights, unmindful 1279|Even o't hinging her gayglersnipe, 1279|To entertain the people at St. Janin's. 1279|The day was Sunday, an' hardly fa' 1279|Of daffin': the clatter, clink, clatter 1279|O' gude thriftie's mou' a' to dance; 1279|The air was stert a smoke stream'-- 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 6750 ======================================== 13650|Hear it yourself! It is not good for thee. 13650|He had a little dog with him that walked upon the sea, 13650|And every one loved that little dog, because it came 13650|So like a mother to them when they were wounded and sick, 13650|And every one believed it was the best thing that grew. 13650|So this little dog and I were friends and very well friends, 13650|Through us the church-yard mouldings made the hedges, 13650|Through us the grey bird sate watching me when I played, 13650|Through us the cricket played for hours when I was away. 13650|I went to the stable, the stable, O the stable! 13650|And then the stable that I used to lie in, 13650|With the stable-cock above my head, 13650|And the stable-door at the end of my tether. 13650|I have been in the stable since yesterday, 13650|And I am very tired, but I can't get out, 13650|No, my hot little feet will not toddle back 13650|Into the stable, and the cock will not crow. 13650|So long as it is day, my dear, 13650|I see through the church-yard smoke; 13650|But when it is night, the cock crew, 13650|And, O my darling, O my darling, 13650|It is very, very sad and dark. 13650|The wind and the rain are very cruel, 13650|And the wind in the stable's the devil's white son, 13650|I wish I were in the stable! 13650|O my darling, O my darling! 13650|When the cock crew that it was day! 13650|Now it's neither day,--it's night! 13650|O my darling, O my darling, 13650|I saw the poor thing lie there, 13650|I heard the poor thing die: 13650|How the poor thing died! 13650|O my darling, O my darling, 13650|A little dog came out to play on the hill so high, 13650|With a red rag on his head and a rope upon his brown tail; 13650|And he snored until the cock crew, and then he snoozed, and then 13650|He was up the church-yard, and the stable-stairs after he snored. 13650|All the people of the village came as usual to see; 13650|And they cried and they laughed, but they knew that the child was dead. 13650|And up went the child and down went the man-of-war tall, 13650|The little child was dead, and the man-of-war only stood 13650|To watch the wind and the rain go over the child and him. 13650|I went to the stable-gate to look after my prize, 13650|There I found her in her stable all alone, with her tongue 13650|Struck very red holes in her face to show she was dead. 13650|O the girl must be smart, for there was never such a one 13650|In all the village, and yet she is alive and sitting there. 13650|I went to the stable-maid to see what she could do, 13650|She looked all red because of the blood in her eyes, 13650|And she promised I should come again if I gave her my stick. 13650|It was late, and I would not come, for I found an old woman 13650|That listened and waited with a ring in her hand. 13650|She said I could have two stools and she would drive them to him, 13650|For the old lady will sit there all the day long and late. 13650|I had a little grey cat that she took into the yard, 13650|And she left him there when the morn came round again. 13650|And it was only when her head was up and the sun looked down 13650|That she sat down all the day long in her rocking-chair. 13650|I have a little red duck, and it squealing would come a-crawing; 13650|I took out a little of its food when it was only a chick; 13650|For the little thing was so very hungry, and I was very glad 13650|To see the little thing feed itself in the water of the creek. 13650|When I am sitting alone, where the sunlight falls ======================================== SAMPLE 6760 ======================================== 1008|and that they were not able to see, by other than it was meant 1008|they should. It was now now about the fourth day of their journey: 1008|their eyes were now attention-picks; and owing to the 1008|difficulty in remaining fixed, many were indeed 1008|tempted to turn round, and return home tired and unprovided. When 1008|they had turned with all attention, and had broken from their 1008|firmament, they found themselves upon the beach of a little bay 1008|(not more than one mile distant from Florence), where two 1008|bridges overpassed, one near, the other over a ravine. 1008|atiated at this place from not being able to find the place of 1008|entry, and, as they still were turning their faces, their eyes 1008|and countenances were disturbed with such fit of fancy, that 1008|they deemed that they were viewing heaven. The affection which 1008|kindled in them when they saw that image of the glory of the 1008|angel, (and which they not yet had quenched) at that sight procured 1008|them both strength and courage. While they were labouring 1008|through the dismal forest, searching each for the little 1008|bridges, they came unto a river where two shores joined together no 1008|longer to be parted. Upon this mighty current raving went 1008|the matted waters onward, (their backs already becoming 1008|sheltered by the wave) and out of their original place reconstrued 1008|them as in a furnace. Onward still more, they say, they go, 1008|seeing not the spot, until it strikes them with its garish 1008|and tawdry appearance. That which remains so dim behind, 1008|they deem to be the smouldering brand whence fire had issue into 1008|the angelic urn. As a flint which at the forge was turned about 1008|thunders, being turned within the furnace, such they seemed to be 1008|those grim and terrible branches. They who have never 1008|been in Africa should scarcely recognize it, but those who there have 1008|been residents seem to have more notion of its arc and of its 1008|shape. As in the spring the grass shoots forth on certain bank, 1008|according to that which the wind sows, from that river, each 1008|sorrowful object of their vision is renewed; and such is the 1008|shape of that unhallowed place, each feeling that has lost 1008|its original course of vision seems reascending towards the lights 1008|that are revolving in the sky. These souls, that had turned 1008|away both hemispheres, seemed to me different simply from those 1008|of whom it has been spoken in the flesh. And if, perchance, 1008|your perception has been impaired, by still remaining within 1008|that region of the mind where such clearly shall be signposted 1008|that thou canst discover them, the following are the words of 1008|each savage tribe, which they use, when questioned concerning 1008|them by a ghost or by sight alone:-- 1008|"When I have gathered all my leaves, 1008|Then may I go back again to the dust." 1008|occasioned his incredulity, by which he lost his sight. 1008|v. 10. Who is born a Clermaid?] Compare Aelianet. l. v. 11. 1008|v. 34. That which was.] Cf. Ariosto, O. Clu, 25, as well as 1008|Scacchim plumais, etc.; which, though with the intention of 1008|coining its own ridicule, were in reality the first 1008|language of Dante's mind to any of the Ghibelline company. 1008|v. 37. The goodly bark.] A galley, formed by the interlining 1008|v. 43. Of the three.] The second bark bears those who had left 1008|the ship in the first. 1008|v. 50. The other.] Those who, in the second half of the fifth 1008|veneration, had recumbited the sacred cloister. 1008|v. 56. The first bark.] Those ======================================== SAMPLE 6770 ======================================== 23665|He said, and they were in a hurry to depart; 23665|When I asked for some change of color, they made it, 23665|And he said 'twas the color he thought a most fine hue. 23665|I said, it was white with a very light pink I knew; 23665|And my husband said, 'Twas the color they gave him in trade. 23665|They say that color is the color of a lover's heart; 23665|And my husband said, 'twas the color he thought a most fine hue. 23665|A lily I found upon a stone that made no noise; 23665|All of the trees that grew on the hill were as white as snow; 23665|I said, look you, it is not a lily like you see; 23665|But they say it is a white like the moon when it is hid by night. 23665|'Twas the time for the birds to settle round the nest; 23665|They were pleased to see some friendly people come to their door; 23665|All the little children, as eager to feed as they were. 23665|I said, ye boys, was it strange to you that the nest was high? 23665|Then all of a sudden our little nestles all began to fall 23665|'Twas the time for the birds to settle round the nest; 23665|They were pleased to see some friendly people come to their door; 23665|All the little children, as eager to feed as they were. 23665|I said, ye boys, were there any with you in the wood? 23665|I was awfully late; I was coming to take care of our hawk. 23665|So she made off with him at full speed,--'tis all I know that 23665|happened as we hurried along to the creek; 23665|We caught him, and we turned him, and we brought him to shore, 23665|And we brought him off to the nest, and kept him there day. 23665|And we brought him off to the den,--and we kept him there day. 23665|They say his coat and his feathers are so white that the birds 23665|would make them white out of the pink and the snow; 23665|And they say his life is all white by the way that he flies, 23665|And I know that a bird-bird came and settled on the hill, 23665|And we know that the birds keep each other in thrall, 23665|And in thrall we two,--all the little birds and the song, 23665|We both know that a bird is a songbird, even if he's white, 23665|In spite of the sun, and the light, and the night. 23665|If you'd like to see the nest look at how they are laid 23665|with their little nest and their mother close next to them 23665|and the father and twin children all together. 23665|They say nothing about a brook, 23665|But they talk about the rocks and the trees, 23665|And when they are all at rest, they say "I'm so tired!" 23665|And the Mother will answer "Sleep, dear little man!" 23665|And the men will answer "Why, of course, you certainly can! 23665|We can watch all day, and we can sleep all night, 23665|Yet we can never tell when we are at rest, 23665|From the day that we are here, from the night that follows! 23665|Our bodies are like a forest full of trees; 23665|We are happy; that, and the air in the meadow, 23665|All of us,--excepting the little gray bird! 23665|For he flutters and shrills a little way, 23665|And we must take the long way back, ere we can rest. 23665|We should have nothing to sleep in at night, 23665|But a little nest where all can go snug and warm, 23665|All wrapped in the warmest of blankets, that's all. 23665|We've not much time, for the sun seldom sets, 23665|And the stars are the only things that set too; 23665|And we only have a little world to play in, 23665|And the birds are always cheerful, as a rule. 23665|Now that your little world is so made up 23665|At the top, you mustn't put it down; ======================================== SAMPLE 6780 ======================================== 15370|And the last time he rode 'em, 15370|He met an old grey horse, 15370|An' he said to the old grey Horse 15370|"Come along, there's some here 15370|Who would fain be slaves!" 15370|"You who are bound for glory, 15370|I will lead you down!" 15370|"I am not bound to glory, 15370|I am bound to be free!" 15370|"Now, come along, and be a knight, 15370|An' don't be a slave!" 15370|One night I lay down to rest, 15370|I had so much to think of, 15370|For in my slumber deep 15370|My spirit took up its rest, 15370|When I beheld a stranger there 15370|Who rode on a gallop--a spirit-- 15370|A man with a spirit fine-- 15370|Who looked like no living man, 15370|But seemed more lively and bold 15370|Than true, faithful, and honest Jane-- 15370|Who sang a song, and laughed a laugh, 15370|In her spirit's ear she spied. 15370|And as he rode along, 15370|She sang her love-song, 15370|And "How are ye, fair Jane?" said he. 15370|And he answered "With joy, 15370|How are ye, fair angel?" 15370|To which she gave this answer true: 15370|"How are ye, angel?" 15370|I wish I were somewhere else, 15370|It would make my spirit clear; 15370|For I always find a light 15370|If only I can see it near. 15370|I wish that I had the power 15370|To tell you all my thoughts, 15370|As I sit and listen 15370|To a true, fair angel's song. 15370|I wish that I had what I have, 15370|Because that's my right, 15370|And you, angel dear, can tell 15370|All my hopes and fears; 15370|For you know my feelings 15370|When the day's over; 15370|Then why have you so longed 15370|For a true, fair angel. 15370|The sea is a-smiling in the sun, 15370|It does not seem quite afraid of the east; 15370|The sky above it does not seem to frown,-- 15370|'Tis the old green sea, from which it always springs. 15370|It does not give a warning; it keeps peace, 15370|And the breeze that strokes it is uninterested, 15370|As you may see by looking in its eyes, 15370|Where blue and green and white are blended. 15370|It has no name; for it comes and goes 15370|Like a flower that sleeps, and is dreamed of soon,-- 15370|It's called by a name, 15370|And it sleeps 15370|When the sun--the sun! 15370|'Tis the same 15370|That has been to all who have looked on it, 15370|And will always be to all who look on it: 15370|Green and blue, and white and red, 15370|For the sun's own face, and the sea's own lips. 15370|The clouds, like the angels, have passed away. 15370|The moon has set, and the stars, like little hands, 15370|Are gazing up to greet us in heaven. 15370|The sea, like the angels, is floating on 15370|Above the skies, and knows no night but its own. 15370|The stars that shine in the night, like golden eyes, 15370|Are shining, though their faces say "Awake." 15370|The moonlight on the wave is so clear and bright, 15370|It shows from far, and a man may see it there. 15370|The sun has risen, and bright eyes on him smile, 15370|So look out of your evening shadows--how they smile! 15370|The little lilies, that wreathe in dew, 15370|Are dreaming of an hour, though they never shall rise. 15370|The flowers, like the angels, are all full, 15370|To the time in heaven when they will fade! 15370|I wish I was some other land I know ======================================== SAMPLE 6790 ======================================== 30672|In light and darkness, the sun that shines 30672|And sinks and stirs without a motion, 30672|Yet is in motion; and the moon, 30672|The mother of the night with her glance 30672|Of glory and love, is the eye's nurse. 30672|What's sweet and what's sad? Beauty will take 30672|The part that suits her and gives it birth; 30672|But sorrow and sweet quietude are found 30672|In the far, silent, heart-searching eye. 30672|A cloud is cloud and a flower is flower, 30672|A man is man and a soul is God; 30672|The stars in heaven are God's own eyes, 30672|And the joys of earth are joys of God. 30672|How sweet the sound of the evening bell! 30672|The soft breathing of the violet! 30672|How grand the eddying motion of the stream 30672|And the magic grace of the light of the moon! 30672|Ah! sweet the sound, ah! sweet the grace, 30672|That lure us to the stars, the mazarding air, 30672|The dewy light of the twilight skies; 30672|But all these are only the tints of things,-- 30672|The gauds and splendor of the night. 30672|How grand the sound, ah! grand the grace! 30672|Are the sunlit walks of the river, 30672|Where the waters light and never move, 30672|In the night-tide shadows of the mountains; 30672|But still the moonbeam glides on the stream 30672|And calls us to heavenly love and light. 30672|Ah! sweet the sound, ah! grand the grace, 30672|That tempts us from the world of darkness 30672|To flit from shade to shade within the sphere; 30672|Till heaven with the sweet lily-closes clang, 30672|And from her fragrance we depart to rise. 30672|How grand the sound, how grand the grace! 30672|Is the calm and dreamy presence of sleep 30672|Where the soul lies in rapture and content, 30672|Like a dream-flower in the lap of death. 30672|The silent stars have made life perfect, 30672|Glad of the dark when its essence slept; 30672|And still, when the spirit has sunk to rest, 30672|The stars will come forth and their radiance give 30672|The senses with dreaminess and bliss; 30672|But when the last slumber of life falls 30672|The moon will rise from her misty seas, 30672|And wake to beauty and to light 30672|A dream of some new, strange world beyond. 30672|And grand the sound, ah! grand the grace! 30672|To hear is to believe: and yet there fall 30672|Even on my ear this sweetest whisper 30672|Of joy and love from that wondrous deep, 30672|That is like heaven and has wings like heaven. 30672|It is the sound of the great tide that rises 30672|O'er all the waters of the world. It is the sound 30672|Of the deep tides that sweep over ocean 30672|And sea and man. It is the sound of the waters 30672|That rush in foam along the shore, and sweep 30673|Along the ocean waves. 30673|The King he has sent a letter to the Princesses to-day, 30673|Saying "I have heard what you told me, and I must obey." 30673|The Prince's mother is a poor little thing of history, 30673|Who sits at home and talks and tears her eyes away. 30673|She is a royal girl, and all the world reviles her, 30673|For all the world aspires to be like her beauty. 30673|She is an old lady and will never know the sense 30673|Of what all ladies think and feel about her. 30673|So then King Harry sent to ask her to the ball, 30673|And was not very polite when he did so. 30673|He was only going with a lady 30673|Who fancied herself an only child, 30673|And hoped to marry her to-morrow. 30673|And now the little Princess is a princess in the land, 30673|The fairest woman in the British Isles. ======================================== SAMPLE 6800 ======================================== 20|And they with eyes cast down, 228|With hands uprais'd, and with feet upward bent, 228|And round their Goddess toiling in her toil; 228|Such wondrous things, in such like sort, they did. 228|The airy Latian train, as with their feet 228|Ascending, on their upward way 228|The airy Latmian spirits went; 228|Faint, but yet heard the voice of the great God; 228|And all the people, that heard, were stirred. 228|They call'd the troop of airy Spirits up, 228|And said, They will with joy unite: 228|To whom the Centaur thus replied: 228|"Go to, and with such firm affection join, 228|And, as the Centaurs they are, join, 228|For from our Goddess doth our prayer arise. 228|Let us without longer here remain, 228|Which we were bound to keep; go, bound in love." 228|He said: the Centaurs went with speed, 228|Whom with more duteous haste they bore. 228|The friendly Centaurs with them were led, 228|And brought in haste to Lycia; there they found, 228|With fair Ino's aid, a glorious work, 228|With all the ancient honors of their tow'rs, 228|Where was a marble portal, like a grove, 228|To which was led a beauteous maid, that bore 228|The godlike arms, and on the doors array'd 228|With golden work of various hues: 228|Such arms as Ionian gods bestow, 228|Or heroes of old times. They gave the place 228|As house to Fortune, where the Gods were lit 228|In a long porch, for whom they might rejoice, 228|And where the shrine of Love and Fame were built. 228|All these and many more, were join'd in this, 228|A glorious work, and work divinely wrought. 228|This, when the Trojans with the Latins joined, 228|That all their hopes, all wishes might unite, 228|So that they all might share the same request, 228|With arms together brought, of various forms, 228|Of various colors, which the Queen of Heaven 228|Had vouch'd their birth; and thence they went, to join 228|Their arms with those of Latium and the rest. 228|Now was the war of Greece, begun, begun, 228|To crown the mighty chief of Tyre, of fame, 228|Dread husband to the Trojan line; to bring 228|To Troy a happy end; to make repair 228|The Grecian name, and give the Trojan state. 228|Thus ended was the war of Tyre: 228|But when the Trojan dukes, and Tyrian lords 228|Ran into the city, and began to arm, 228|And arm for war, before our leaders came: 228|Then was my Trojans called to join th' attack 228|Of so great fame, of so much renown. 228|Aeneas (though of little fame) in honor 228|Led out the first, and Lycomedes the second. 228|He, from the Grecian camp, with dauntless face 228|Assail'd the towers of Tydeus, built by heav'n, 228|Frown'd from his place amid his broken ranks, 228|And, with a dreadful shout, this answer issued: 228|"Ye, who, with him, who with our arms are vex'd, 228|And in his cause, and with his arms, have fight, 228|Not impotent alike in council and in arms, 228|Now, with the Trojans, will assemble, and the war 228|Will be the last to prove our prowess and to prove 228|Our faith at home; for the high fortune of war 228|Is but to kill what wounds can cure at home; 228|To drive the bravest from their country, where, 228|Unseen amid their tents, they live alone, 228|Or, from their country passing, have their homes: 228|Yet is the war but death to all the race. 228|The godlike Tydeus was with these for foes, 228|Or of them foes; (whose fate is in the givers,) 228|If he be here, so else they be. 228|But when his foes are here, no aid will be 228| ======================================== SAMPLE 6810 ======================================== 24869|Of the great saint, that with the boon 24869|Of infinite mercy stilled the flame 24869|Of his fierce wrath and turned the frown 24869|Of Indra and of Daśaratha’s ire. 24869|The holy men who knew their art, 24869|That mystic arts and lore would try, 24869|Brought with them food and drink, and then 24869|In token of grateful tribute brought 24869|The mighty offering of a child, 24869|And made the offering which they knew. 24869|And after all their labouring long 24869|A hundred years to March they brought, 24869|And all they wished: an abiding-place 24869|To Sítá, and a pleasant town. 24869|A thousand sands were there to make 24869|An age of sorrow and despair. 24869|Thus, thus the king with honour crowned, 24869|The boon that Sítá had secured 24869|In the long course that all had sought, 24869|Sought at his home the glorious shore, 24869|The happy realm and pleasant land, 24869|In the full light of heavenly lore, 24869|And with a thousand sands, so great 24869|His heart with rapture filled. 24869|While Bharat thus with raptures filled 24869|Hailed in his daughter’s tender grace, 24869|The king, for pleasure of his mien, 24869|Appeared in splendour all discrowned 24869|By age, by sorrow and by care. 24869|To him with kindly speech and kind 24869|The queen began to speak, 24869|And kindly took the child to wife 24869|In sorrow so severe,— 24869|“My child, how is the wondrous lot 24869|Of thee who hast been born to-day? 24869|So good, so goodly is thy mien, 24869|So graceful is thy grace, 24869|So fair thy beauty’s blossom shows, 24869|So gentle-breathing is thy voice 24869|That I cannot choose but praise. 24869|I would not call this youth so fair 24869|My darling of the dainty waist: 24869|He might have come a lovely boy 24869|Of Sítá, in his prime.” 24869|He ceased: and Bharat saw 24869|His mother’s eyes, and scarce could speak, 24869|As when in slumber he had passed 24869|From viewless world to viewless one. 24869|Then to his heart his mother spake 24869|To Ráma, honoured dame: 24869|“Let not the royal dame be moved, 24869|Her words are words of woe. 24869|’Tis no disgrace: be not dismayed, 24869|For these the tears which fall. 24869|O, mother, bid her to be still 24869|And let this sorrow pass. 24869|Our bliss is sure, a noble house, 24869|And thus we meet and stand. 24869|A noble dame must ne’er repine; 24869|This life is not her own.” 24869|He ceased: and Bharat in her breast 24869|As the dear mother spake at last: 24869|“What ails thee, lady? What is she 24869|Who here doth show her face, 24869|With wreaths of flowers so lovely laid 24869|Around her lovely hair? 24869|For, look, her lovely hair she weaves 24869|Which waves o’er her form as light.” 24869|Thus Bharat bade his mother grieve, 24869|And grief and anger came. 24869|But Ráma, faithful, sad and meek 24869|Received her sorrows kindly, 24869|And in her soul he gathered all 24869|The sorrows which her breast weighed. 24869|The dame of old, with eye serene, 24869|Her griefs to soothe again 24869|The youthful monarch, Ráma said 24869|Her son had come this way. 24869|Virádha, or Ráma, ’twas the name 24869|Of one of her beloved pair 24869|Who held both Sí ======================================== SAMPLE 6820 ======================================== 8187|"I was afraid"--(and what he means by that is to be guessed). 8187|"I am sure"--the "tenderness of the sea" was _so_ tender. 8187|"Let me taste again--a little"--a little--"Oh no, 8187|"Be quick, Be quick, my weary feet must go"--with sighings 8187|"When we went into the house, and the light-house light 8187|"(To be lighter of which the two of us had need) 8187|"And lo! how suddenly they _looked_ and were gone!"-- 8187|I am glad that my Muse is unwise, and will not run 8187|With her eyes up to the stars, as does that bright boy 8187|Who went to bed without a kiss, but got one, 8187|And left without a smile on his couch--but he, too, 8187|Sits on the wall, as I do, but with a wry, 8187|Lonely heart, that's glad, I'm truly sorry for him, 8187|And looks _so_ lovingly out to the distant sky, 8187|As this _child_ looks wistfully _thorough_ into my own! 8187|Then there's a pair of little eyes--"Tis plain," says he, 8187|"They _know_ the one in white, which has so long to wait 8187|"For a true father's look of affection's return"; 8187|And, ah! they see the other look a moment wonder-- 8187|'Tis like a smile that's _gone_, which smiles _again_ to-night! 8187|"So well grown-up folks are taught--" (here the little eyes 8187|Look up to catch his faltering breath) "so they are-- 8187|"So wise too, since so wise parents are taught. 8187|"But, oh! they are so _young_--so innocent, so happy, 8187|"Like children, yet so like a _father_, too-- 8187|"So gay as if they loved and knew naught of love, 8187|"Yet very grave and grave as if they loved." 8187|Such is the little eyes!--so tender and mild, 8187|As, after a morning of mist, they shine once more 8187|With those soft, sunny, angel-litten smiles, 8187|Which in our own are very _more_ fair, now, they 8187|Look up _till_ they love and know their little mates; 8187|Then back behind and round them they go all 8187|And all the time with a _mother-love_ in every look. 8187|They love, and when _too much_ loved can _never_ love, 8187|At least to such a _point_, they must _never_ go; 8187|But in _that_, at least at that, the little eyes, 8187|As they looked down on that happy little crew, 8187|Looked _even_ higher as _they_ were higher still. 8187|"Well, I beg your leave," he then began--and then, 8187|Just as he was about, all the _harsh_ laughter broke 8187|Thro' that innocent _moments_ and wild, bewildering 8187|Gross cheers of _fear_ and _fervent_ shoutings of _love_, 8187|As round and round in a twinkling, flashing tide 8187|Of rapture there ensued a music like a storm 8187|Of wings from some happy _hitherward_ station sent;-- 8187|But who _was_ there?--that I don't know;--and I saw 8187|No eyes, but _thus_ no _there_, but _thus_ eyes still there. 8187|But as he spoke, some one (all I ken) about 8187|"Was that, _there_ like _there_, or _thus_ there like _there_?" 8187|How soon that answer shall out we two unite 8187|(As each to the other thus made known his name), 8187|And _now_ the little eyes, like butterflies, 8187|Come floating out to tell _him_ he's _there_ and _there_, 8187|While, to make sure he's not a child, but _ ======================================== SAMPLE 6830 ======================================== 2294|He loved to feel the sunshine 2294|On his cheeks and hair and face 2294|And his body clothed in black. 2294|When I was a boy I knew of 2294|The hills on the crest of the world, 2294|But of its hills and forests 2294|And of the forests on the crest; 2294|Till I was old and sick of time, 2294|O weary hills and forests, 2294|You hills, and forests, 2294|I miss you, Mountains, 2294|I miss you, Mountains 2294|The air is strong and hot, 2294|The air is strong and hot, 2294|It carries my thoughts afar 2294|Over the wide world of men. 2294|The air is heavy and still, 2294|The air is heavy and glad, 2294|Like clouds afoot that bring 2294|The joy of all the past to birth. 2294|It is so full of life and light 2294|That I, too, might live for a day 2294|I would grow rich through this light, 2294|And so might I, 2294|It fills me with a loveliness 2294|So full of life and light 2294|That I the air may live for a day 2294|I love my hills, and forests, 2294|And the hills, and forests, 2294|And I long the wind to blow, 2294|And the wind, and the hills, and the woodlands; 2294|And the hills, and the woods, 2294|But I could love for an hour 2294|(Lords, hear and pity!--) 2294|A loveliness so bright and so rare 2294|That the earth that holds its treasures seems 2294|But a dead world--the breath of dust... 2294|The breath of dust that has passed. 2294|There are no hills, no forests, 2294|But one lonely river's flow 2294|And one mighty river's voice that calls 2294|Over the vast of earth. 2294|"I am the River!" my heart cries out 2294|In the voice of something far above; 2294|A cry that stirs up my soul to life, 2294|A strong delight that thrills me through 2294|While I hear it, and feel it, and know. 2294|All things are moving, all the day 2294|I am the River! 2294|My feet are on the land to-day, 2294|The waves are leaping; 2294|They are loving me, as if they 2294|Had never heard Love say 2294|Of any voice so soft and good, 2294|"I shall take you to my heart, 2294|And I shall love you--long, 2294|Long as the sky is blue, and the sea 2294|Shake not in this wind; 2294|Longer than is the sea-shell frail, 2294|Shore-tossed by sea-tides!" 2294|My feet are on the river-way: 2294|The land is fair to see, 2294|And every wood is a singing band, 2294|And I am happy as they. 2294|I am the River, for I live 2294|And I love all fair things, 2294|And with all things I love I bring 2294|The dearest happiness. 2294|And I love you, beloved, as if 2294|You had never heard the River: 2294|But all the stars that ever shine 2294|Are there to show your love. 2294|I have given you light, I have given you shade, 2294|You have given me courage: 2294|The wild wood's wings that will never rest 2294|I have guarded, 2294|Guard I the River in the wood, 2294|And I will be the River, too; 2294|For all my youth I ever seek for You, 2294|and shall find you, 2294|"I am the River! I love you so, 2294|I love you so: 2294|Away, my shadow, and with me be free, 2294|I will be the River, too!" 2294|THE wind blew out of the west; the leaves in the cold ground 2294|fell as at the feet of the snow- ======================================== SAMPLE 6840 ======================================== 937|And I'm the one, and _he_, the one of his whole circle. 937|I have never a thought that's malicious or mean, 937|I would not seek to be your lover, if I could, 937|For I am your only lover. My life's purpose is 937|To make you and me happy, and our love is but happiness." 937|Ah! there she smiles in her joyousness, and I feel the 937|heart's pleasure in the rapture of her words, though 937|I scarcely hear them, for their cadence is so faint: 937|"I have loved you, my own, but _not_ since you were not mine; 937|I say my own vows and come back to love you, then." 937|And as she spoke, the words dropped from her lips so strangely gently 937|I closed my eyes, but I felt my spirit, and went 937|to meet her, and take her hand in mine, and so 937|loved her, I thought I was going to die. 937|But when I had our hands all round each other's waist, 937|I found that love and I, were not only not alone, 937|That I -- myself -- was only in the eyes and the mouth alone. 937|And as she whispered, "Come back!"--My heart rose to its 937|birth, yet so low, so light, that I sank, and strove 937|to rise, but vain; 937|And with a cry so sad, my lips parted so close, 937|that her fingers would not hold; 937|So I fell down on my back and kissed my love's mouth, 937|and kissed and prayed; 937|In the darkness, and the twilight, and in the night; 937|But the one word I said was still the same; 937|So with a moan so sweet, I spoke not; and, but still 937|My lips did hold and hold upon her head; 937|So there, all I knew, was no rest. 937|But what were my thoughts to her? What could I say? 937|Was it _my_ pain, my trouble, my loss, that I wept? 937|Was that all which troubled her heart's dark depths? 937|And, as night is like the silence of dawn, 937|I think that she went to that little chamber by the 937|way of the road, 937|And I know there was no one in the room, and I know 937|that she never stirred. 937|And I think I heard her breath, and I know it was 937|such deep and dreary breath, 937|That I never heard it before and felt so vain. 937|No love-note from her lips that could make me feel glad, 937|No smile on her lips that had so sweet a taste; 937|No lightfoot talk on her lips that were bright and wild, 937|Or any sound, 937|For I knew she felt and she knew I felt; and I 937|felt the same -- 937|So I sat in the dark as night, and forgot the day. 937|And, in the darkness, there was darkness and death; 937|And the shadows, and the darkness, and darkness had 937|their will. 937|A moment, and the darkness went back to its dark, 937|And all was dark before. 937|Then the darkness in my eyes grew fair to look on; 937|And I thought of her bright eyes as my eyes grew dim; 937|And I thought of the sweet, young, innocent lips -- 937|And I thought of the bright, young, innocent hands -- 937|And I hoped that I never must clasp again 937|My wife, my dear wife, she could have so much joy 937|In our home life; 937|Fearing, oh, dreading all things, fearing all things 937|that I said -- 937|Yet, for one happy minute, I thought of her eyes, 937|And I thought that I would have died there, for her sake 937|Had she lived! 937|And I sank and sunk with her, and felt so strange, 937|And I said: "Poor woman! I am sorry, I ======================================== SAMPLE 6850 ======================================== 20956|And the sweet music ceased, 20956|And the light grew gray 20956|And the moon went down, 20956|And the darkness closed for night. 20956|And the moon shone on the greenwood tree, 20956|And the sun shone on the sun-browned sod, 20956|And the birds were in the branches sung, 20956|For some one loved the sweet tree there; 20956|Some one loved the grasses there, 20956|Where the sweet moon rains sweet dew, 20956|And the birds were nestled all so well: 20956|And sweetly sweet the voice that sang, 20956|For the trees made sweet music too. 20956|As I pass the other day 20956|And the summer day is growing cold, 20956|In my heart, as in a nest, I hear 20956|Such a little church-bell ringing. 20956|Sings of angels in eternity, 20956|In eternity sing my joys, 20956|And the happy stars give their light 20956|To a joy, a eternal joy. 20956|And the world will one day cease to be 20956|So near the threshold, as I stand, 20956|So near the threshold now, 20956|That the end of day shall be the first 20956|Of the songs it takes away; 20956|And the sunset's star, upon the wave, 20956|Will go out on the sea-tides then; 20956|For the sound o'er the wind will swell and flow 20956|From the joy joy's voice has called; 20956|And the bells they will ring from the wooded land, 20956|Where, like a child, with love's sweet voice. 20956|Sings of angels in eternity, 20956|In eternity sing my joys, 20956|And the happy stars give their light 20956|To a joy, a eternal joy. 20956|Hear the bells. Oh blessed be they who ring, 20956|On St. Cecilia's Day, 20956|The bells for those who are gone from sight, 20956|And those who long to come again! 20956|Hear the bells. Oh blessed be the men, 20956|Who to their work do beat, 20956|And from sorrow they a future bright, 20956|With labor give a blissful day. 20956|Hear the bells. Oh blessed must the girl 20956|Who goes to earn a shroud, 20956|The mother who bears her little boy, 20956|That down the dark road may tread. 20956|But hark! that in the church is heard 20956|The voice of the priest and sage, 20956|In whose holy books is read, one day, 20956|The precept to put forth a rose. 20956|Oh, what a day was it, when first 20956|God gave the rose in Eden to me! 20956|The rose-tree was on the ground. 20956|And from the boughs the birds, with joy, 20956|From copse and bush and tree, 20956|In flocks and flutter, flew to it, 20956|And gathered there and smiled. 20956|And by that tree, through dew and mist, 20956|And from the house the cold, 20956|I saw the rose-petals fall; 20956|O rose! how fall the leaves then, 20956|And climb the ground again. 20956|I heard the bells of heaven ring, 20956|So solemnly and sweet, 20956|A song of heavenly mysteries, 20956|The heart of old Abelard 20956|Was in that church of huisant chimes; 20956|The church which Christ and his mother built. 20956|"O father," said the bells, "behold 20956|The rose that God for us affords, 20956|A garland for your head and mine; 20956|Behold the faith that is our own!" 20956|And as the chimes their song had done, 20956|I thought on what had befallen 20956|The old and young, who, with one accord, 20956|Peal out the praise of the old stammering vows 20956|With the sweet singing of the new. 20956|The old is as old songs, and the young 20956|As new songs ======================================== SAMPLE 6860 ======================================== 1304|That he would see her, that his love would be her care. 13650|Lily, Rose, and Sunflower, all blushes of June 13650|Were hers, and all the earth was beautiful as they: 13650|In a perfect circle, where they blushed like the night, 13650|With no cloud in the heaven, they lay enthralled quite. 13650|She, rising, spread her mantle to the Moon, 13650|Whose tender and beautiful lustre made it bright: 13650|But she thought it was too bright, so she spread it back 13650|To make it reflect her beauty everywhere. 13650|Like a star, the Sunflower, that is born in June, 13650|Was shining through the darkness and light of the June sky; 13650|And every flower, that grew near to his path, 13650|Went out to meet him in gladness and mirth; 13650|When he came back with a shower of green hair, 13650|And flushed cheeks, while the roses made glad his cheek. 13650|With a smile so bright, the Moonflower laughed; 13650|But the roses, that knew his life of love, 13650|Sat silent, and gazed in his bright eyes, 13650|Until he said, 'Ah! 'twas very amiss; 13650|'Twas the roses that I meant to meet in June!' 13650|Then arose from the roses a sadder breed; 13650|With their white and ruddy faces all glistening with dew, 13650|And laughing and laughing till they died, to see Love go. 13650|The Spring came with its roses, white and red; 13650|And the skies, with a softness and glory of light, 13650|Shone in the eyes of the flowers, more white and bright: 13650|And the Spring came back with a drought of cold; 13650|And the Spring began to droop, and the dew was gone; 13650|And the Rose had drooping, and moaning, and sighing, while 13650|A blue and purple and azure mist spread out from the north, 13650|Like a mantle, and glittered and screened her from sight. 13650|But the Spring came back with a rain of song, 13650|Like a shower of sunshine, and said, 'Come, Love, come, 13650|And I'll show thee a merry life, if I may: 13650|A place where thy kisses are greeted with laughter and grace; 13650|And I'll set forth, in a circle, every day 13650|A merry life, with a merry Spring, to be thine own!' 13650|Then rose a mighty Spring of song, and a song of joy, 13650|In the air o' the Spring, and the Spring of all things fair! 13650|And a great wave of joy streamed thro' the garden and field, 13650|And down the blue valley, down the green lane, 13650|And ever the white-thorn blossom burst in fragrance 13650|Like a pearl-dew that trembled in sunshine and dew. 13650|And the Spring, in a thousand forms, was with Love, 13650|And the day was all Spring, and a day of delight; 13650|But all too soon a cry came at evening of June, 13650|For Winter comes down to banish in June the Rose: 13650|'The Winter is with us, while Summer is with Youth, 13650|And the time when we meet he can come too soon.' 13650|In many a faded spot 13650|Of flower and sheathed spray, 13650|Dwelt Winter all the day; 13650|Broken accents through the rain, 13650|Where the white clouds hung. 13650|Through the dusky lanes and paling 13650|Of the paling twilight dim, 13650|How the winter shrieked, while his white flocks slept; 13650|How the winter mocked him from the trackless wood; 13650|And then how the Summer cheered, and Winter fled! 13650|Winter, the savage, sent a chill, a clammy breath, 13650|Winter came in his awful power; he shook 13650|The green leaves as he rushed, and his eyes were dire. 13650|He had rumbled in his wrath, 13650|And the winds could not stay; 13650|The wind had never been in his face ======================================== SAMPLE 6870 ======================================== 5185|To the blacksmith's house returned; 5185|To the wood abodes came he, 5185|Placed his tools upon the hearthstone, 5185|O'er the hearthstone gently haled them, 5185|Quickly moves the ponderous framework, 5185|With soft feet of a worthy maidens, 5185|With the nimble movements of a maidens. 5185|In the yard the housewife waits him, 5185|Toils the young laborers hardiness, 5185|To enrich the ancient abode- 5185|But the blacksmith did not venture 5185|To the yard to see the fish-haul. 5185|To the yard the bride awaits him, 5185|Toils the young bridegroom to obtain him, 5185|As the ancient custom is observed, 5185|In the home of Wainamoinen. 5185|Louhi, hostess of the Northland, 5185|Takes the fish-horns from the fisherman, 5185|From Wainola's ancient dwelling, 5185|To the fish-holes leads the hero 5185|To the ocean's shoals and waters, 5185|There to fish for her beloved fish-pond; 5185|But she does not touch the trawl, 5185|Do not touch the trawl of fish-nets. 5185|Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Places on the poles the trawl-pole, 5185|On the trawl-pole, then, the hero, 5185|Places on the pole the trawl-tackle, 5185|Then he ties the trawl-nail on it 5185|To the blacksmith's girth of birch-wood, 5185|To the fishing-tackle of steel; 5185|Ties with thongs the kerbends of deer, 5185|Ties with thongs the kerbends of car'rus, 5185|Ties with thongs the kine of sable, 5185|Ties with thongs two gelding-headed, 5185|Then he ties the catch-all of copper 5185|To the hero's hat of deer-skin, 5185|To his fishing-tackle of copper; 5185|Ties the fishing-line of Ilmarinen, 5185|Ties the trawl-nails of his fish-net, 5185|Ties the fish-net to the fishing-tackle, 5185|Ties it well with thongs of deer-skin, 5185|Ties it well with thongs of kingly, 5185|Ties it to the rock-pole of Mana. 5185|Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, 5185|Fished at morning, at midnight, 5185|Fished at evening, too, in figures, 5185|For the sun had not yet arisen; 5185|Fished at early hours at evening, 5185|Till the water was all covered 5185|And the fish were all drowned in it. 5185|Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Fished for fathoms in the waters, 5185|For four ells of water-fjord-way, 5185|Where the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Moulded the trawl from the birch-wood. 5185|To the middle of the waters, 5185|Toward the extreme ends of Baltic, 5185|Drew he then the trawl o'er ocean, 5185|Took away the boat in water, 5185|Introduced another trawl-boat, 5185|Tried to use it to fishes, 5185|But the trawl-line he could not handle. 5185|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5185|Then inquired of Wainamoinen, 5185|This the question of the hero: 5185|"Tell me how many girdles, 5185|How many furs of Northland, 5185|Hafma's flesh and Hiawatha's, 5185|Thrown to you in the waters, 5185|Since you set yourself to rowing?" 5185|Well intended was the magician, 5185|Built a magic net to float it, 5185|Drew it all together from water, 5185|Drew it from the sea of water. 5185|Hardly ======================================== SAMPLE 6880 ======================================== 34237|The light-hearted birds 34237|Of summer camp, are merry people, 34237|But the dearest are the owls. 34237|Oh, then, my dearest beloved, 34237|When I was but a lad, 34237|Ah, my Dear! you were a Fairy; 34237|For you I could not rest: 34237|The birds were kind unto me, 34237|And the water lily sweet; 34237|But you were cold and hard and stern, 34237|And hard I loved you the more, 34237|For you were all I had. 34237|For you I sought a water lily; 34237|But a bird I have not flown, 34237|Or a friend as fair to see 34237|As you, dear Bird of September! 34237|But I know, dear Love, there's grief in you, 34237|And woe 's a very fairy kind of thing. 34237|Why, my dear, be kind to your dear; 34237|I'm quite sure we should all be glad to go 34237|As far as you, dear Bird of September, 34237|When you are gone, come back to us! 34237|"A little boy is a king." This lay has a story that is 34237|"A little boy is a prince." This might well be said of a 34237|little boy, if he had but the little mind to love all 34237|little flowers; but he has a little head that does not hear 34237|the thought of the little one he loves and is sorry for. His 34237|heart has the stubborn stubborn head that never will bend 34237|for one moment in all its discontent. To the long hours without 34237|answer to any single one of his prayers; and to the 34237|long hours that re-echo it to him in the silence of his sleep, 34237|he will say that he would rather be a little child, with 34237|little flowers in his hair, than a little king of kings, with 34237|king's crown upon his forehead. 34237|_L'Allegro. 34237|"He came upon us, of his great love 34237|In the morning, through the dusk of night; 34237|He caught us with our young desire, 34237|And wrapped us in his arms so warm and tender. 34237|"He kissed us in the golden light, 34237|He lulled us in his tender embrace, 34237|And filled us hearts with joy and gladness 34237|That we never more shall know pain or sorrow." 34237|When the little star that guides the nightingale 34237|Sings her sweetest with her eyes half closed, 34237|And all the fragrant brood that feed upon her 34237|Fly wondering up the cloudy steeps of night, 34237|And leave the little gentle moon, to fill 34237|The vacant moonlight with her fragrance; 34237|When the little yellow leaves that gather round 34237|Are changed to golden flecks of gold, and all 34237|The flowers are full of the rich hues they shed, 34237|There comes a murmur on the grassy hill, 34237|A breath of listening stars that watch the night, 34237|Of birds that are asleep in shady bowers: 34237|A dream of the sweet hidden stars that wait 34237|On the young nightingale above the lea. 34237|The little red star o'er the moon 34237|Sits like a queen, in the blue Heaven; 34237|And, with soft smile, the little star 34237|Sets the sun's bright smile to her hair. 34237|She is so fair and she is so sweet, 34237|So innocent and so divine; 34237|I would that I could emulate 34237|The little Red Queen above the lea. 34237|Her eyes are so soft and innocent, 34237|And her cheeks are so red and rosy, 34237|Her lips are made of rosewood only, 34237|And her teeth are emerald and topaz. 34237|The little red Queen sits smiling, 34237|While the sun shines on her rosy bed, 34237|As she digs in her beauteous bosom 34237|And spreads out all her sweet brown sweaters. 34237|The little Queen sits smiling, 34237|O, her ======================================== SAMPLE 6890 ======================================== 19221|If thou wilt keep aloof from strife, 19221|And, save thy soul from Fortune's dart, 19221|Be happy, and not mourn for one, 19221|Who, for thyself, wert happy before. 19221|I stand upon the brink of age 19221|Yet cannot care a rap whether 19221|I am young or old. A dull care, 19221|To which the soul is sunk and grown 19221|As weary, as it were no more; 19221|To which the heart is prone and tied 19221|As to the shade; which like a harp 19221|Tir'd by a bard, is all a-swig'd 19221|With the new breath of song, and then 19221|Sinks at last, when wearied out with care, 19221|Forth on the waves of youth and love. 19221|O never say that life is spare, 19221|Nor is the world for ever fair! 19221|Nor sun that day of gloom and rain 19221|That never shall smite down again; 19221|Nor flowers that meet the mourner's door, 19221|Or hear the last sad dirge of a child: 19221|The breath of life is ever dear 19221|Who keeps the fire within him burning, 19221|The glory of man who keeps his birth, 19221|The glory and the day of years burning, 19221|The glory and the glory of God. 19221|In the wide shelter of the sky 19221|I would not lie awake at night 19221|To hear old sorrows, old regrets, 19221|Old broken laws, old dead desires; 19221|But I should like to be, while here 19221|Is sun and laughing earth and air, 19221|A wandering singer; where are they, 19221|The singers in the days of old 19221|In their green shade, whose sweet prelude gave 19221|Their music life, whose voice gives birth 19221|To the green bard, that bards us here 19221|To sing what they with warmer voice 19221|In sweeter notes would dare to raise? 19221|I would like to live in these 19221|Such years, such freedom, such delight 19221|As, in their liberty to please, 19221|They gave to singing; nor their fault, 19221|If from the strain they feel a shrink 19221|Of mild regret for servility 19221|To such, whose thoughts and senses still 19221|Are bounded by the bounds of stone 19221|And life, who, to their own dishonor, 19221|Have striven to make that freedom good. 19221|There is not room for doubt or fear 19221|There is no despair or doubt: 19221|The sun shall rise, and David's rod 19221|Shall wash away our stain. 19221|This world was made to please the mind 19221|And pleasure beam from every eye; 19221|Then who can tell the future's gloom 19221|Or what sweet dreams its gloom may be? 19221|But all men's children are we 19221|Whether they be or are not fair; 19221|And we, who have not long to stay, 19221|Wear out in some short space. 19221|Wear out, but do not want in strength, 19221|Lest after a little while 19221|We, too, in our short while, be gored 19221|With the same wounds as they. 19221|And when we are assembled here, 19221|All fair, be sure, and fit, and wise; 19221|And have gained (since our first day) 19221|Our station by some fine return, 19221|Fair as then, and calm as now; 19221|Think ye on those bright pastimes 19221|Whereof our fathers were enshrine; 19221|And say with what concord they 19221|So endear'd heaven their heritage. 19221|Think ye they pleased the gods to be 19221|As they assembled here? 19221|Nay! rather say, who could do so 19221|Much, and do at once? 19221|These are the years of plenty, 19221|Summer and winter thither; 19221|And these shall be their lament 19221|When we are sad for them. 19221|Sick ======================================== SAMPLE 6900 ======================================== 2130|From the dread of a tempest and a storm. 2130|That we may be the best fitted to guard the line." 2130|"Then I'll keep guard,"--said Eglantine who is more than one with all. 2130|"I have never seen the likes of you since you rose from Fowl." 2130|"The greatest monarchs have been things of no use." 2130|"God rest you, boys." 2130|"God rest you all." 2130|Then he said farewell to the camp. 2130|"God grant we may be safe and our wives." 2130|"That may be so, and we may go to the camp in safety." 2130|"And where are your soldiers now?" 2130|"They've given their ships to Admiral Fox." 2130|"Who shall be our Admiral?" 2130|"Who of our navy? What nation?" 2130|"We are now in such a wretched plight." 2130|"Go on." 2130|"We must get away." 2130|"Why not send for you, Ginevra?" 2130|"Why tell us we may have our ships." 2130|"Then tell us we have the navy." 2130|"We do. But there is one drawback." 2130|"Nay, that you'll leave them to." 2130|"But, Admiral, why this is ill." 2130|"We must not be brought to the hand of the King." 2130|"And is our King Charles I mean? What of that?" 2130|"But why not send, sir, for you?" 2130|"Why maynot we send for Ginevra?" 2130|"Why that were easy, for he had no longer mercy on his heart." 2130|"But why don't we come and sack-the ships?" 2130|"Because we must be protected, Ginevra." 2130|"But you're the wrong estate too! Do the right would succeed? What, what?" 2130|"Yes, it is the right, for it is God's will, and what can we do but 2130|answer?" 2130|"We would not answer if we might." 2130|"Why, what now? Why not answer?" 2130|"You were told that the Lord would have it such, no matter--no matter." 2130|"Not so, sir. But you would be told." 2130|"Then--if I can be helped by an imaginary simile--there's the kind 2130|"I say so, dear." 2130|"You have been to a few naval engagements." 2130|"Now, how far we have to travel." 2130|"We must not go farther?" 2130|"No, no. It is time for us to be getting sleep." 2130|"Then tell me then what we can do before we go." 2130|"We can't sleep then, dear." 2130|"But you have a fleet?" 2130|"The fleet is a dream; we cannot even dream of more." 2130|"What if we had ten fleets? What if we had fifty?" 2130|"You think the army will do as well without it?" 2130|"But if you had no army then we might be strong." 2130|"But there you have it. But--but if we were then 2130|"Why, I would have said you said we were invincible." 2130|"We are invincible now? Is that what you mean?" 2130|"I know you think the army is to be feared." 2130|"I don't believe in it, but what's the use of that? 2130|"Is it not true that we had a war with Prussia?" 2130|"Not one of our battles was bloody?" 2130|"And those that were fought at St. Mihiel?" 2130|"And yet it is said that it was our soldiers of Prussia" 2130|"We had to sleep in the trenches all night." 2130|"Let us have some sleep for our fatigue." 2130|"Yes, to be sure." 2130|"Then we won't have any--you and I on the trenches." 2130|"We'll sleep till morning!" 2130|"We'll get it for once and get it every day." 2130|"We cannot sleep. We will not sleep much longer." 2130 ======================================== SAMPLE 6910 ======================================== 30332|And the night-moth's wing upon the mountain-tops of sleep. 30332|For he was now so very far from them, that he seemed 30332|A god gone out to seek. 30332|The maidens, the poor little children, they cried, 30332|"Alas! what means this? what means all this sadness? 30332|Alas! what means all this sorrow?" 30332|Up rose King Olaf the King, and set upon the ground 30332|The little children, as dead indeed as dead could be: 30332|And he set thereon a great stone, well wrought and square, 30332|And then he said within himself, "This is King Olaf's; 30332|Yet this shall be a lie." 30332|Then in the dawn-light he rose from his bed anigh 30332|The old King, and strode towards the sea-shore; there stood, 30332|As was his wont, before him the fair young bridal-girl, 30332|And cried aloud, "Thou shalt not pass this way without 30332|Thy father's greeting." 30332|"Behold, Olaf," returned the gentle maiden then, 30332|As in her arms she hung about the King's waist, "they say 30332|Thou lovest thine father now no more, and shalt not pass 30332|This way without his greeting." 30332|Thereafter 30332|Then he called out aloud unto Olaf, "Say to me, 30332|Is this thy greeting? Is this thy message to me?" 30332|And Olaf made answer straightway, "This is the truth, 30332|And ye also know it." 30332|"Nay, dear father," she answered, "Nay, I am not as you 30332|Are, nor as you seem. No wonder am I thus, for this 30332|I know, that I have come hither through the deep abode, 30332|To seek for tidings of my loved and lost father." 30332|And Olaf said, "To-day thou shalt not pass this way, 30332|And thereabouts, and in the wood," etc. 30332|She took the stone from his neck in her hand, and went 30332|Away; and straightway the King spake first to her: 30332|"Say thee a little, nameless thing, straight speak to me; 30332|If I would live, wilt thou, good father, come with me? 30332|And I shall go thither with thee." 30332|"How shall I come?" 30332|To this then the King began; "Thou shalt not say me nay, 30332|But say me nay--nay, as once I made thee to say, 30332|That thou and all thine house were mine this day by law." 30332|But the fair young maiden said, "It was not by law, 30332|Nor can man live that dares; but a little farther on, 30332|I shall tell you all another thing, the which is true, 30332|And then in truth thou shalt come to me and be mine own, 30332|And tell me all thine illness, and all thy misery, 30332|And tell me all thine unhappiness." 30332|Then the fair young maiden stretched out her silver hand 30332|And drew him towards her, into the hall's great door, 30332|And there a-weeping sat, and soothed his heart's despair, 30332|As she spake things over with King Olaf his son. 30332|Then said King Olaf, "Fair maid, what sorrow hast thou found 30332|To put thee weeping there? O tell me all thy tale, 30332|For I would hear it e'en as the true King hath heard." 30332|And the fair little maiden, "O King what sorrow 30332|Beguiled me, that thou shouldst come to me anigh? 30332|And what, O King, hast thou, that thou dost not say, 30332|That I shall not make known it unto thee ynowe?" 30332|Then spake the King, "Yea, thou shalt make known it unto me, 30332|And I will fulfil it gladly, by my law and right." 30332|Thereafter spake she, "The maiden, now art thou wedded, 30332|She is the ======================================== SAMPLE 6920 ======================================== 8187|The first to read and learn. 8187|His little book, at first, contains, 8187|In very small type, 8187|The poems of himself and friends; 8187|Which, when read, we think, 8187|Can't be beat at all; 8187|The rest, as books will, lies hid, 8187|And we find, to our sorrow, 8187|The work is bad. 8187|That's no excuse for the poor, 8187|Poor human soul, 8187|Who, in a little _book_, 8187|Can learn to pray. 8187|But he who, when life's hard work 8187|Puff forth in print, 8187|Finds that, now and then, 8187|It pays to quit-- 8187|His heart is made more sweet, 8187|And he learns to trust God's care; 8187|Who, when his life's work's over, 8187|Can say with an even tone,-- 8187|"I did not quite."--- 8187|That's the very soul of God, 8187|And he should know, 8187|By the Book of Life, 8187|That he's happy-- 8187|In the happy book, 8187|Tho' his soul should say,-- 8187|"I didn't quite." 8187|No--not quite! 8187|He hath still a part to play, 8187|And one heart-pulse too; 8187|The soul, that could so well bear 8187|The heat and strain, 8187|Can show what 'tis at last, 8187|To the wistful world. 8187|In the happy book, 8187|Tho' all else were nought, 8187|'Twould still be nought 8187|"Nothing indeed" and _nothing but_-- 8187|That is all, at last. 8187|No matter what may befall, 8187|If _he_ play a part, 8187|And, at _one_, his soul find grace 8187|In the _other_ heart; 8187|It is surely his last, 8187|If he can show but _two_ 8187|Heart-breaks, and that twain 8187|Should bring him nigh, for Heaven's own sake, 8187|No tears but of this one. 8187|In the happy book, 8187|This, only this, 8187|He that wrote this very page, 8187|Made both the soul and the heart-- 8187|And he should be happy there. 8187|If, from his life, _he_ write not one, 8187|But this, at least, in one; 8187|What if, from his name, _he_ bring not 8187|One _blame_ but this from himself? 8187|Let not another live 8187|In an age when we say, "Write once more; 8187|"And give for your pains 8187|"The fame of your true friend and dearest friend-- 8187|"Our friend, alas! who is gone." 8187|Himself I will mention,-- 8187|To _him_ I will turn again. 8187|Tho' with a little less wit and style, 8187|And an inferior pen, 8187|If he were _first_ in the field of wit, 8187|He must be second then. 8187|But he's more than that;-- 8187|As for him, he's both _first_ and _last_, 8187|And all his merit lost. 8187|Thus, as a child, a wit will thrive, 8187|Even on the wildest tongue; 8187|But, like a tree that grew, 8187|Shrinks when the tempest comes. 8187|And, while its roots are fed by winds, 8187|And thro' many storms, 8187|While its leaves are stript by showers, 8187|And thro' many storms goes. 8187|It knows, tho' it may seem in the world, 8187|That power to cheer, 8187|To be more than earth, tho' a star! 8187|And that to be tho' the ruin of all. 8187|Tho' all its leaves and branches may ======================================== SAMPLE 6930 ======================================== 1365|As I am minded for to speak to him, I pray you, 1365|And he will say to you, if you will but listen, 1365|He's a stranger, and does me little kindness; 1365|The reason being that he's the son of a common farmer, 1365|And his mother's dead, and he inherited 1365|A considerable property, chiefly horses; 1365|And he is a very melancholy creature, 1365|And full of melancholy thoughts. 1365|As you live, then? 1365|Yes; but not with much comfort, no, I beg you! 1365|For he has all the wealth to give the money, 1365|Which, unless you buy off the farmer, you might be 1365|The poorer for the purchase. 1365|He? 1365|Yes; he owns the farm, and his wealth is quite large; 1365|And what he does is much to the good. 1365|If he would tell you in short, in short, what they do-- 1365|You would not listen to him at all, I know; 1365|But then the farmer has a way of telling you 1365|What they do. 1365|And he has no better skill. 1365|Yes; this is one of his virtues; and he'll tell you, 1365|If you will listen unto me, of the rest. 1365|Now he has got to sell your property, his own, 1365|Which he never yet has sold for more than one season, 1365|And you'll see very shortly where he buys corn. 1365|What makes him buy corn? 1365|It is because, in spite of all his wealth, his own, 1365|There's not a year, not an year, not an hour of this 1365|Of this great abundance which is now at hand; 1365|And he is thinking of the death of the farmer, 1365|And of the harvest, and the money to spend. 1365|The farmer is gone, or gone, and will not return, 1365|Unless he have his full share of the harvest; 1365|If he be dead, they are sure that his will must die, 1365|And all will be in vain as now. 1365|If he are living, and you have your own corn land, 1365|Then the farmer is one of the few alive; 1365|And if you have none, then is a better man faring, 1365|Because he has many acres of all your land to pick. 1365|Have they gone? 1365|Yes; every one of them. 1365|They are just in some way at the mercy of nature, 1365|And cannot do without corn; and every one 1365|Is a prisoner of his own poor cellar. 1365|Ah! the poor man, I say, with his family when he 1365|Can find no comfort in his cellar! 1365|But if this be the case, they have gone, because, 1365|As soon as the day is, the children wake; 1365|And they have sent you a letter informing them 1365|That the farmer is dead and gone somewhere. 1365|We have all our farmers; we have all our fields, 1365|And the corn in the barn lies scattered on the floor; 1365|And all our poultry flutter round us, as they please, 1365|As their own little friends, and not as strangers. 1365|They have all gone, and they all will go somewhere, 1365|For every farmer has at times a farm, 1365|And the farmer is still with the farmer still, 1365|And it would not seem strange if every farmer, 1365|After he had grown a certain length of corn ears, 1365|Should send to his children, who would take some, 1365|And some would send back many, and send none; 1365|When we would ask them what was the matter, 1365|They would answer: "We can't tell. They haven't gone, 1365|And they will never come back. There is always a chance 1365|They will pass the barn-gate, or go over it, 1365|And not return. It is better to have all 1365|Our corn than nothing, for there is always a crop." 1365|In the year of his death when his harvest was gone, 1365|Two years old the ======================================== SAMPLE 6940 ======================================== 19226|That no man there could look on their face. 19226|They did not look on him, neither did they care; 19226|And with those eyes as pure and good and kind 19226|You scarce knew where to find them. They smiled. 19226|I never saw one look back, 19226|Or even a sidelong glance 19226|On either shoulder. And if one did come, 19226|She might have been, perchance, a wife, or one who was 19226|In love with one, or at war. 19226|You cannot guess what 't was that struck me so 19226|When I was there. 19226|'Twas the sun, and not the moon. 19226|A great white speck came on like the sight of ghosts 19226|I see them in the daylight, but what is this? 19226|I see them all day long, but what is this? 19226|It does not even reach their sight. 19226|They see it day and night, but what is this? 19226|Why do they not look up? 19226|I cannot tell. But it was not light. 19226|So they sat there like fools, 19226|While they saw the moon in the sky, 19226|But not as if there were in sight 19226|An awful speck. 19226|And there was a woman in the road 19226|That could not look upon that spot, 19226|Nor any others that were there, 19226|But go go on with her life. 19226|No one could look up? 19226|No, or, to say it more plainly, 19226|No, or none could look down, 19226|But that was the only thing 19226|That struck her senses clear. 19226|But I will be brief. 19226|For it is not the sun that strikes-- 19226|But only the men in that field, 19226|That strike the women and men 19226|In the world. 19226|They have no light in that field 19226|But the one beam of the moon, 19226|That, while they sit and watch it, lies 19226|A little way from them; 19226|But all the lights of the land 19226|Are lit with light from the sky, 19226|And they are but half-way wed 19226|Who are at war. 19226|But I should like to go 19226|Down under where the men are 19226|Away from the fighting men, 19226|That are on the battle-ground, 19226|Where the fighting is done; 19226|And I think I would see them 19226|The while the moon and the stars 19226|Are shining on them. 19226|That would be warm! 19226|The winter's gone, I go 19226|And find a new one. 19226|I will have to hunt, 19226|And see what I can pick, 19226|And try to pick a star, 19226|To catch it and bring it 19226|Home to my house. 19226|So I'll make a sign! 19226|A ring, a sign, a chain! 19226|It's in the air! 19226|And we'll all go in, 19226|And look to see! 19226|But first I will stand 19226|On this side of my bed, 19226|And look for a butterfly 19226|Lies sleeping on the grass. 19226|There's one I shall not forget, 19226|For I shall keep it from my pain, 19226|And when I come from the hunt. 19226|The sun has come up, the snow's begun to melt, 19226|I hear the bugle sound as I sit in the tower; 19226|And I watch the waggon move across the plain 19226|As it carries the dead away from the towers. 19226|It stops at last beside the house, and there 19226|I stand and watch that the dead come out of the house. 19226|We've gone about like brutes, I can see a row 19226|Of the men's clothes all neatly stowed in the chest; 19226|But the women, too, they've strewn them away, 19226|And scattered them here and there about the street; 19226|And every man has his musket somewhere ======================================== SAMPLE 6950 ======================================== 28375|But here let us be content, and here allow 28375|No more than we can rightly hold 28375|In our high, honour'd memories. 28375|Here we'l have still the joys of peace 28375|As they were our mothers, when they had 28375|No fears o' hell or other woe. 28375|The olden love of beauty, shall 28375|We make our own?--Ah! what a change! 28375|A bliss in this our little life! 28375|A bliss, which is but half of peace, 28375|And the sole sweet sound we miss 28375|When we are on the road, and think on 28375|The pleasure which we can achieve 28375|At the end and by the way; 28375|When to the little gates our steps must reach 28375|And have us pass'd by all the crowd-- 28375|Whilst they, though full of cares, and blind, 28375|Are soothed with kindliness on the way, 28375|That, although they seem to be blind, 28375|They seem to have no fears o' hell or other woe! 28375|'Neath a shady tree, under a willowy spray 28375|I saw a little nymph sits in a shade, 28375|In a white and quenchless bosom kiss'd with green. 28375|Her cheek with tears was freshen'd, her hair 28375|Was in wild disorder scatter'd round, 28375|And now in little streams is gushing, 28375|No longer running; her tears, her mirth, 28375|Are flowing round. She, nymph of the willows, 28375|Cares for her darling boy, and has--forsooth-- 28375|More happiness in one night than he-- 28375|Two happy loves, which she hath kiss'd, 28375|The one with tears, the other with blisses. 28375|She, nymph of the willows, and she, whom love 28375|Ate, did so soon kill, at a night-fall 28375|Are sleeping together, and the tears 28375|Are falling from thine eyes; 28375|And the burthen of thine heart 28375|Seems more than all that I can tell. 28375|The fair and good star, 28375|Whose soft beams our darkness doth blind, 28375|Hath now her course begun, 28375|And I must ride, or else I must die. 28375|I will ride as fast as I can; 28375|I will leave all beside me too 28375|To be a lover of thy love. 28375|The very night that was last night, 28375|When the first lark was singing, came 28375|Like a light, for my eyes were close; 28375|I saw and heard--but, if thou be joy'd, 28375|This heart is full of sorrow and woe. 28375|I am not jealous, for thou lov'st me, 28375|Nor am I jealous, for thy looks; 28375|I love thee--thou love'st me, and can'st not 28375|Be jealous, since thou still art mine. 28375|There is a heaven there that is not sun; 28375|I am not jealous, for to thee 28375|I do believe, thy smile doth make 28375|Me love mine own. If thou'rt happy, 28375|Thou'rt not jealous for that thou art there. 28375|If any star doth shine and shine, 28375|And makes the night as night; 28375|And if the night is never wet, 28375|Or any night be hurt; 28375|If all things are without fault 28375|And nothing's in the dark; 28375|Then let mine eyes, where'er they be, 28375|Shed on thy peace and thine affliction: 28375|If thou hadst faith in God, 28375|I shall believe thy troubles are but tears. 28375|Thou didst give the name of Mary 28375|To the Son of God, with stripes; 28375|Thou didst lay the ransom at his feet, 28375|And the last at his feet only; 28375|Wilt not thou give the name of Mary 28375|To the Son of God, with torture? 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 6960 ======================================== 5186|And the master's lips were opened. 5186|Kullerwoinen then was moved, 5186|Touched his beard in anger, 5186|Thus addressed the Wood-wind: 5186|"There is wood in Suomi, 5186|And upon this island, 5186|Near the meadows, abundant!" 5186|Kullerwoinen spake, 5186|This the purport of his speech: 5186|"Grant my prayer, thou Northland, 5186|Yielding all thy venom, 5186|To appease Lemminkainen, 5186|Peace be with thee forever, 5186|Peace be, thou friend of waters, 5186|I away to seek in ocean, 5186|To destroy the giant, Louhi, 5186|With his brother, Kalew-kuh'lee, 5186|To thy kingdom bring the virgin, 5186|To thy fated borders." 5186|Quick the hero leaves his mother, 5186|On his snow-shoes winds his journey, 5186|Makes his way to Pohyola; 5186|There the death-maid, Pohyola, 5186|Gives the hero audience, 5186|This address is made to him: 5186|"I, the hostess of the nation, 5186|Will perform for thee my duty, 5186|Will attend thy journey-tidings, 5186|Health and strength I offer to thee." 5186|Louhi makes this answer: 5186|"I, the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|Will not perform this obligation 5186|Till my good-name-gained son, Ahti, 5186|Has from harm on body been banished." 5186|Thereupon the ancient minstrel 5186|Speaks these words, in wonder, joy, 5186|Practical wisdom, like the 5186|Of the blameless hero-king; 5186|"If thou wilt not leave off tiding, 5186|In the mouth of Lemminkainen, 5186|In the mouth of suitor, Lemminkainen, 5186|I will make thee swallow choking-tears, 5186|Spite of thy great prowess, Lemminkainen, 5186|Thus disgraced, thus defeated, Ahti!" 5186|When the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Sang again with Kalervo's ear, 5186|When he sang of marriage-veils, marriage-burd: 5186|What he sang was nor unworthy, 5186|Nor a task for Ahti's ears; 5186|Neither the gold needed thumb-ring, 5186|Was it wisdom, nor a task-of-thrill. 5186|From the vine-shoot, with red grapes dripping, 5186|Gathered the young men for combing-raids, 5186|Sang they for the comb-masters pricking, 5186|For the comb-masters combed the vine-twine, 5186|Stripped the comb-tops down to pencil-lead, 5186|Did the finest work of Kaz, Kazoh, 5186|Then they swept away the snow-fields, 5186|Blacked the fields with snow as thick as sand, 5186|Blacked the forests, too, the highest trees; 5186|Killed the stags as thick as grasses, 5186|Killed the hinds as white as summer grasses. 5186|Thus the youthful work begun, 5186|Both the men and maidens, strippers. 5186|There appeared first a monster lopping, 5186|Also there the beaver, Danmo, 5186|Placing saplings on the mountain; 5186|Placing also poles among the reeds; 5186|Dozens upon dozens of branches 5186|Lopping low before the strippers, 5186|Lying spread beneath each sleeper's naïveté, 5186|Lying nieve upon each sleeper's neck-ribbons, 5186|Rocking them with their heavy burden. 5186|Lemminkainen's orator, Kaukomieli, 5186|Would not let his silence be broken, 5186|Thus was brought his profound explanation: 5186|"Here are gathered the finest fiber-stuffs, 5186|Shapes of fir, pine, alder ======================================== SAMPLE 6970 ======================================== 1287|All the birds they've got the finest coats, 1287|And in the bird-house, with their feathers, 1287|Fancy a feather, dear children, 1287|It doth swell the most beautiful, 1287|It doth grace their feathers, dear, 1287|Which in this room you'd find, 1287|And soothe your fancy with its splendour, 1287|As the feathers of each bird, dear, 1287|Which from this room you'd find, 1287|And the hearts so bright in each feather, 1287|Which in this hall are fluttering, 1287|All the birds are beautiful, 1287|But I fancy this is the finest, 1287|Most handsome feather, dear. 1287|For the feathers of the puffed pheasant, 1287|For the feathers of the crow, 1287|For the feathers of the pigeon and pigeon, 1287|For the feathers of a fowl I sing, 1287|For a very, very large and mighty one, 1287|But, dear children, I sing all of them; 1287|For the feathers of the white-throat, 1287|For the feathers of a little bird-bird, 1287|For the feathers of a tiny wren, 1287|For a very little bird-bird, 1287|And the wings are of the biggest and best, 1287|And, dear children, I sing all of them; 1287|For the feathers of the kite, 1287|For the feathers of pigeons 1287|All are of the very best feathers, 1287|And 'tis the pride of a wondrous bird, 1287|For a very tiny and a wondrous feather, 1287|So I give you, very dear, 1287|As you find here, 1287|The feather for your bonnet, 1287|And the feathers for your gown, 1287|For a very small one, 1287|To make up you gown, 1287|There is, too, a very fine feather 1287|For an idle lover's gown, 1287|'Twill make him shine 1287|And brighten your gown's surface. 1287|But 'tis the smallest, 1287|And most spotless feather, 1287|Which you'll find it sweet to pluck, 1287|And so, dear, dear children, 1287|I give you, very dear, 1287|And love you for your part, 1287|I give you your bonnet, 1287|And my gown as well, 1287|'Twill not do to keep a parrot away, 1287|And so I give you your gown, 1287|A very large one, 1287|With a silver buckle, 1287|And so, dear children, 1287|I give you as good as I can, 1287|How charmingly yours looks, 1287|From your head the rings about it, 1287|Oh, you little ones, be merry! 1287|With this gold chain, 1287|Which I make, 1287|And this petticoat, 1287|Which I knit, 1287|As fast as ever might've been! 1287|I am sure, it's very pretty. 1287|I've gathered it up, my children, 1287|In vain have I been telling you; 1287|With a heart-strings, 1287|My heart I bind, 1287|As a joke and taunt you, my girls, 1287|Oh, 'tis a very pretty gift, 1287|And I do feel, 1287|As if, now that you've caught it, 1287|Never in all my life-time 1287|I saw such a pretty thing. 1287|That little bird which lately 1287|Had come here to nestle here, 1287|Had seen and heard it, all, my children, 1287|What a dainty and nice little 1287|Little creature he was, 1287|And thought you, by those rings and bracelets, 1287|Were made by some clever chap. 1287|Then quickly he flew away, and then 1287|Into the garden soon was brought 1287|By those charms, my children, 1287|To play in, while all in it laughs. 1287|Ah, I see I must not now refrain ======================================== SAMPLE 6980 ======================================== 1287|In order to show you how much! 1287|My dear old comrade, how glad to see you again! 1287|And also how much a friend to be! 1287|If you are not too sick to make a bit of play 1287|With your fingers, let us then go a-walking, 1287|And I will teach you how to practise a game; 1287|Then together we will play till one or t'other is 1287|Tired of playing! 1287|O to be together, 1287|As lovers, walking hand in hand! 1287|My dear old comrade, when we've been playing this long, 1287|We'll walk together by the sea! 1287|Hark to the sound! 1287|The bells ring out, 1287|And the old clock chimes in the night! 1287|What is this? What noise 1287|The winds give out? 1287|The sea is silent, 1287|And now it even swells more loud! 1287|Hither comes my mistress, 1287|I follow the footsteps she follows, 1287|With a light heart and a cheerful feeling, 1287|As onward we a few minutes wend; 1287|And then--the sea it still breaks over our heads, 1287|So that we must turn back to our guest. 1287|And now the clouds are rising higher, 1287|And darker grows the sea's dark wave, 1287|And now the rocks around it look quite white, 1287|And the waves look like foam that is breaking. 1287|O my dear old comrade, 1287|Come, be merry, 1287|Be gay and free, 1287|And never be sad! 1287|And never fear; 1287|This is a ball. 1287|O my dear old comrade, 1287|Come, be merry, 1287|Be gay and free, 1287|And never be sad! 1287|The day's fun begins. 1287|The tide of life runs fast, 1287|And time and grief grow not so great 1287|As long ago. 1287|How sweet thy voice! 1287|How cheerful looks my youth once more! 1287|I hear the songs I used to sing, 1287|And then I wonder which are most 1287|Sad day or joyous night. 1287|When things of joy are here, 1287|When glad words ever fly, 1287|When tears no longer run 1287|Thro' both the eyes, 1287|Ah then 'tis good. 1287|'Tis but a night in May! 1287|And the trees are bare and brown. 1287|When flowers are springing gay, 1287|And friends meet with old time friends; 1287|When laughter rings a-ringing 1287|In all the sings and reels 1287|Of light-footed Time, 1287|Come we to play 1287|The song of love! 1287|If love it were possible, 1287|I would press--in fond embrace-- 1287|The soul of youth before me, 1287|And leave behind me now 1287|A heart of stone. 1287|What though the world should change and grow 1287|With the sun's setting or shine and be 1287|All gladdened into joy? 1287|If no longer it should be so, 1287|Yet this the same--if it should be! 1287|When, in my early day, 1287|I saw by sign, to wit, 1287|My dear old friend, the sea, I cried, 1287|To find me a boat; 1287|The sea with all and love, 1287|When I a son of man should be, 1287|Will she not give me one of gold 1287|My dearest, sweet one? 1287|For all that, in his song, 1287|Thou hast said, my dearest one, 1287|Is--love. 1287|I know not if thy dear eyes be bright 1287|Or of darkness in their depths there dwell; 1287|Therefore I cry out, "Away! away! 1287|Away from hence! 1287|Thou hast given me this-- 1287|And leave me not to weep henceforth!" 1287|I am ======================================== SAMPLE 6990 ======================================== 1852|But he is just out of reach, a short way out of the city of 1852|satisfied? "For life is but a life, an agony of the spirit," 1852|I know not if it be so, but you know it. I know it as well as 1852|any one else. 'Tis something, indeed, but nothing. You cannot 1852|realm, which is a thing, a thing from which there is no departing, 1852|The time of my being, as well as of life in general, is out of 1852|In fact, our present moment, which has come of itself--at a very 1852|moment of crisis, is nothing more--even though the great scenes 1852|of history are nothing. A man has in him all the powers of a 1852|mighty man, all the strength of a god; and the moment of his 1852|spirit's crisis he loses his strength. It is not the hour which 1852|means for the moment for which it was chosen, but the moment that 1852|measured in human hands the length of the day, and the length 1852|of the night. The hour is itself a thing, in this case a soul 1852|which is all a part of a soul; and the moment in which that soul 1852|involuntary moves is the moment when it is a thing. The 1852|moment is itself a quality; that which is itself a quality means 1852|that to exist is to breathe; and without breath, life is to be 1852|nothing. 1852|Your own son, the most successful and happiest, with a sense of 1852|The old man of literature is almost beyond the power of 1852|hearing. It will seem in the first place, and, secondly, that 1852|in this, as in all things, it is something, which at the time when 1852|he first saw it he was the least aware of. It is an ancient 1852|truth, and, in a way, I believe it. How much it implies is 1852|very hard to determine; for in describing the world, you may think 1852|and in considering the world. The world is a collection of 1852|things; and, when these elements are described--as if, somehow, 1852|it were only a collection of images, and it was only the soul 1852|of an image, and all this self-explaining was the result of the 1852|mind's imagination--I think that I have already described the 1852|moment; and, therefore, I cannot explain the moment to you or another 1852|what I want it to be. 1852|"It was a little house in the country, built by a man: and not 1852|any one loved it, when the landlord got up in his power. 1852|He gave it a roof and chimney, and, when his wife, whom he was 1852|hospitably pleased to keep, was ill, he sent for her and 1852|said... I wish you would give to this poor fellow some help: for 1852|it could not get any worse." 1852|Then he turned to his ledger--and there was the sum. 1852|As if he was holding the door for a blind man, and the light 1852|as yet on the wall, if he turned a little he would find the 1852|old gentleman lying asleep. 1852|A man who was ever of those who have lived to tell us of a 1852|wonderful story. The story is one which is often told by 1852|his fellows in a moment of opportunity. And it certainly was 1852|a story which the more fortunate have heard often enough. 1852|"He was going to live to the end of his life, but he chose 1852|to live first--and he chose to live to a greater happiness." 1852|When she had ceased, the old man's mouth fell on hers; and, 1852|as he groped to speak, she caught him by the wrist and held 1852|him close to her, and stroked his face, and whispered words of 1852|love. 1852|"You will forgive me, dear," she said, "if, when you are in your 1852|"Oh, not quite!" said the young gentleman. 1852|"You love me!" she cried. "'My dear, is ======================================== SAMPLE 7000 ======================================== 1057|And we found that we had grown too old, 1057|When the old King was gone. 1057|But the little King did no mischief, 1057|And the little Queen ran no risk, 1057|The little King he brought the law 1057|To keep the children out. 1057|But the little King, when he would fain, 1057|And the little Queen did no injury, 1057|Still kept her innocence. 1057|There's a story, the best of all tales, 1057|That records a child's delight 1057|In a simple plaything, a single egg, 1057|Upon a mossy stone! 1057|They sit together in the spring, 1057|In the green and shady field, 1057|And the story they are telling is as true 1057|As the sun shines in the day. 1057|The mother says: "I was as happy as a pin 1057|When I was as happy as a knave: 1057|For her baby night was always as sunny as May 1057|When she was as happy as a knave: 1057|And her baby night was always first in the house 1057|When she was as happy as a knave: 1057|For her baby night is always first in the house 1057|When the mother is happy as a knave: 1057|And the mother is happy as a knave 1057|When the father is happy as a knave: 1057|But the father is always first of a child 1057|When the father is happy as a knave: 1057|And the father is happy as a knave 1057|When the little brother is happy as a knave: 1057|But the little brother is always last of a child 1057|When the little mother is happy as a knave: 1057|And the mother is happy as a knave 1057|When the little father is happy as a knave: 1057|And the father is happy as a knave 1057|When the little sister is happy as a knave: 1057|And the little sister is happy as a knave 1057|When the baby sister is happy as a knave: 1057|But the baby sister is always last of a child 1057|When the mother is happy as a knave: 1057|And the mother is happy as a knave 1057|When the little brother is happy as a knave: 1057|But the baby brother is always last of a child 1057|When the little sister is happy as a knave: 1057|And the baby sister is happy as a knave 1057|When the little baby laughs loudly: 1057|Then the baby brother takes his silent place, 1057|And the mother takes her baby delight, 1057|And the little children follow laughing with him: 1057|Then it is that they smile so, and play with singing 1057|And have such a merry night again! 1057|But the little babies laugh no more, 1057|For they are grown so much, that they can not sing: 1057|So they put their heads down, and say to each other: 1057|'We are as happy as the king of the world, 1057|But we are grown so much, we cannot sing.' 1057|But when the mother's baby grows up 1057|And he is strong and nimble and good, 1057|And loves to sing, and to play, and to play, 1057|The little children cry, and they cry: 1057|'Dear, though our hands are shining with play, 1057|We grow so long that we cannot sing.' 1057|And when the mother's baby grows up 1057|And he is old and does grumbling and moaning, 1057|And thinks all Nature is complaining 1057|Of children growing up so gayly, 1057|He cries aloud for all to be told 1057|The bitter news by the fire-closing, 1057|That there is nothing being grown a-griefs: 1057|And this is the bitter news for him: 1057|Nought is being grown a-joys for him! 1057|Yet, oh, the world is full of mischief, 1057|And none grow up as so fair as he: 1057|And every one will take a different road 1057|Should he grow up to be a-sou ======================================== SAMPLE 7010 ======================================== May the day, the night, the year, 22229|Come, I'll hear the wild birds singing, 22229|While life-in-death I sigh to them. 22229|Let but a gentle hand touch mine, 22229|And I'll say, I've a stranger here: 22229|You may call me--'t is a stranger's name-- 22229|You may call me--'t is a stranger's name: 22229|You may call me--'t is a stranger's wife-- 22229|And she will never speak to me. 22229|A thousand years I've borne, 22229|A thousand years I've mourned; 22229|But never in a valley-clime, 22229|Or in the mountain's heart of gold, 22229|My joys like yours like this were given. 22229|It was the summer afternoon, 22229|The day the golden moon was set, 22229|And my love came to look on me, 22229|The sweet young bride she was to me. 22229|Her eyes, those deep blue orbs of hers, 22229|Were bright with a light that was rarer 22229|Than those which in mine did rise. 22229|She put her hand, which it was warm, 22229|Upon her face, and said, "O you!" 22229|And with a tear she wiped away 22229|A stray tear-drop from her cheek. 22229|She said, "Your hair is brown, is black," 22229|And her breath was so fresh 'twas sweet, 22229|And then she gave me, kissing 22229|Her locks, her forehead gently, 22229|And I thought her fair, and I knew 22229|That sweet pair never could part. 22229|I think--I know, love, for I feel, 22229|Oh! happy, happy here below, 22229|As man and maid we share each hour 22229|A happy hour, I should say. 22229|But the thought o' rest steals upon us: 22229|The happy hour it is to part. 22229|But oh! there is still another hour, 22229|And 'twill not come again to me. 22229|But the thought o' rest, that steals upon us, 22229|To rest at home on yonder hill. 22229|Oh! home, my heart, is home, my heart, but I'll never go 22229|Till the sound of the wood-pigeon is in the sky, 22229|And the robin's on the wing. 22229|Till the robin roars on the tower, and the bells in the town 22229|Sing of the Spring, the Spring time o' love, 'tis sweet to be free; 22229|And the wood-pigeon will call me long, and the bells will sing 22229|Of the days when I was faithful. 22229|Till the bird that calls in the morning is a coward and away, 22229|And the bell will call me long--long when thou, sweet Spring, wilt sleep, 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|And the robin and the bells of the town will answer me so, 22229|When the tree-toad's on the wing, and the wood-pigeon's on the tree, 22229|And they're calling with a joy whose echo thou ne'er did'st bring. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Till the flowers I loved so, like young leaves in the sun, 22229|Shall fade, and thy heart be the death of me, and thou never 22229|Come back, for tears, nor love nor rest, 22229|Nor all that's best in life, but love! 22229|Sweetest, for I knew in the morning, when thou wert not far away, 22229|That he would come from the distant land, and I never would fear, 22229|Nor dream that the day was o'er, for I knew that the spring was near, 22229|With its sweetst breathings and its bluer smiles. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|Sweet, sweet to sleep. 22229|When the summer wind shall call thee on thy home, 22229|Sweet, sweet thou shalt wake, and sweet sleep ======================================== SAMPLE 7020 ======================================== 4010|Haply some little part of this 4010|Were destined to a royal earl. 4010|He said: "I would not, Lord, deny 4010|The wish that makes the monarch do 4010|And spare his kingdom, to be sure." 4010|I did not mind the monarch's word; 4010|My heart was stirred, my spirit stirred, 4010|By some unspoken but intense 4010|Praise which, as with me, chilled my heart. 4010|For not alone did my Lady say 4010|It was the best of chances, that 4010|She should be coroneted so soon; 4010|But, with a smile on her white face 4010|By the king's side now, she sat apart, 4010|And with a queenly grace refined, 4010|Seemed all content, as though her heart 4010|The thought of grandeur could admire. 4010|My heart and I, at last, we know, 4010|No monarch but is sorry there 4010|Till he--the last of monarchs--kneels, 4010|Unhonoured, before the throne. 4010|Not yet, indeed, had passed the day 4010|That since Sir Guy did my Lord Roland slay 4010|The knightliest of the Burgundian host, 4010|Who dwelt at Caithness on the bank 4010|Of the wide Western stream, and in that day 4010|Till half the blood of all that flood 4010|Had changed to crimson, did he stand 4010|In the green arms of a lonely glade, 4010|To tell the joy of my young lord 4010|And be his friend and be his friend's friend; 4010|And tell, in all his grief should be 4010|A father and a friend to him. 4010|Then said the King to me: "Go, be, 4010|A knight and be a knight of worth; 4010|If this be only by your side 4010|For duty, to the chase and chase 4010|You never will have rest till day. 4010|We will be lords of heaven and earth, 4010|I and my people yet and ever!" 4010|I went; and from his royal side 4010|The Prince to me the good old dame 4010|Bade hail me with joy. And, sure, 4010|I felt himself a proud and great 4010|And noble warrior grown in age, 4010|And in his right my lady's lord. 4010|Now, if ever any lord of mine 4010|Had held a damsel in his heart 4010|He thought his lord were better by; 4010|And so I turned and rode away; 4010|And, in my soul, I thought would I 4010|Should see my lady again: 4010|And to have seen her seemed the crown 4010|Of all my joy and pride beneath 4010|Which from my Lady's side and from this-- 4010|Were but a knightly boon. 4010|But when I came back o'er the bank 4010|Of the wide western stream, 4010|I saw that, at her side, 4010|And there alone withal, 4010|I well might keep my place. 4010|Not till her face was hid away 4010|By that dark wood, a form unknown 4010|Rose up, that none should know, 4010|But the sweet Lady of the Horn, 4010|Who loved me for her own. 4010|I saw her turn to me: 4010|My spirit within me sank, and sore 4010|I felt my blood run cold; 4010|But, ere it left my frame, 4010|My lady's smile had lightened all my gloom, 4010|And lightened all my pride. 4010|I knew it well that all which caused 4010|That joy which on my heart did rest, 4010|Was but to do my heart a turn, 4010|To do the joy I could not tell! 4010|O fair old mother of my lord, 4010|Thou whom my soul in dreams hath heard, 4010|Thou who so well hast taught me love, 4010|Fold now thine arms and take my love, 4010|And have my soul as within my body, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 7030 ======================================== 12286|_Bien estrechas_--Laudate! 12286|_Cantando el vángase_--Soli veritas! 12286|_Calle juguero_--Para la vita! 12286|_Cuyotxtos_--Bajo el viento--Espanta 12286|_Et si estrella--_--Hace una voz 12286|_De aquellos añes_--Suelo aquellos 12286|_Dió sereno_--Los ámbitos, fuente, 12286|_Díxa una vengadora_--Y ofrendora 12286|_Dios la váguna y vengador_--Dijo el cuchillo 12286|_Ese quien le encubre ajenas_--Encomiendo le dan 12286|Al festino de su fondo. 12286|_Escribias_--Lleve--Dolorosco en el mío 12286|_Es enfrena con su padre y sosiego_-- 12286|Escribidas--Dulce mío--Se paso, 12286|_Escribidas_--Cancionero--Porque, 12286|Escribidas--Cuyote--De la nada 12286|_Expertin--Il mio señor_--Mi familia 12286|_Faída alegres_--Dellamos, con lágrimas 12286|_Faída escriva_--Besó, miedo puedo 12286|_Felipe escriva_--De la luna y alegres, 12286|_Felipe número, y el rey qué de la puerta 12286|_Felipe, de la puerta y las sombras_-- 12286|Bienes alegres--Por no lo que á sus brazos 12286|_Felipe, cuyo el rey, que desciunt--pues qué 12286|_Gantúronche muelle_--Luz que en el rey 12286|_Galicia en el campo--Porsoncer mi barcelo 12286|_Ganader se alegres_--Las ondas que bizos, 12286|Desde la tumba del mundo--De su casa 12286|_Ganader se agrestes_--¿Quién es el mundo? 12286|_Gópan de fértil y ofean_--Sin acorrega, 12286|Las manos de su tumba, 12286|Gópan de muerte--De su aliento, 12286|Gópan de labor--De la alegría 12286|_Gópan de un monte y féretil_--Gótérico 12286|Las que bizos, fuerte--Al terzo; 12286|Góran se llorar--Desdeuga, esposa, 12286|Lacioetos y escuderías, 12286|Jua al airet--Deja que miro 12286|_Ghibera y misteriosa_--Los que quisies 12286|Sin recibir, de verdadero, 12286|Al zafir manjar--Dejar hacen que otro 12286|_Ha igual, poco amor_--Del aire traidor: 12286|Al garciate alcanzado 12286|Con la amante, á ganar 12286|Del tras ola del bajel, 12286|En la misteriosa, á la sangre, 12286|Lanza ganado.--¡Dios mío! ¿Quién estás? 12286|_Hélas y olas_--Los que en la vista 12286|Alzando su boca, 12286|Al amor los campos de luz; 12286|También desaparecido 12286|De la misteriosa, el alma guerra.-- 12286|Escribias, misteriosos, 12286|Tribosos, amigosos, ======================================== SAMPLE 7040 ======================================== 22803|"Let us die, my wife," said Hermes, "for this is no time for peace. 22803|But tell me what you have heard, what have not been told? 22803|For I am sick, and thirst of knowledge, and thirst is grown 22803|dry. 22803|If I hear rightly, tell me the reason: wherefore did they go, 22803|Who were their friends, and what were their hidden love in store? 22803|Had a heart to shake that way, or did the blood flee in the brain, 22803|Or did their lips set lips?" 22803|To whom, Eve-like, Venus made response: "Our father knows: 22803|For a man knows more than Hermes knows. The night is full of rain, 22803|And the wind has made a storm, and the darkness stirs the leaves 22803|of the rain-wet leaves of the rain-wet leaves--the rain-wet leaves-- 22803|The wild flowers of sleep, and the dew drops from them and drips 22803|and drips. 22803|Let us have no fear, but let us go, the while the leaves drip 22803|down of the tree-stems, and while the wild winds sweep the 22803|forest floor, and our feet keep time with their merry song. 22803|And if you find we have gone overmuch, or if, have you 22803|found in the leaves, some word of the gods or evil-doers? 22803|For the night is wild, and weary are the folk when they wake, 22803|And they feel the night-wind, and feel of the wild flowers, 22803|and feel of sleep and the rain in the night-time and the leaves." 22803|So her speech was all forgot, and from darkness she woke, 22803|And her heart was full of the noise of the rain and of sleep, 22803|And of sleep and the rain, and the stars, and of death. 22803|But Hermes cried, "To the house of love that opens wide her 22803|door on the darkness, and yields us on the threshold of death; 22803|To the house of sleep, that opens to us every way her store 22803|of glory, in its infinite abode--all things be sure! For now 22803|I have heard them, and they tell me what they are allaying; 22803|There is no living thing left in my house; and the earth and 22803|fire, with the fires that are in it and the lamps, have 22803|been silent. So, my son, with thy soul that is aflame, 22803|go forth, and make the people pray." 22803|And Venus spake, "My Venus, thou hast heard and seen it, 22803|there is no place like another,--one would scarcely 22803|think of it,--where the darkness is of darkness both. And this 22803|is the word that I say, till I come to an end, that you 22803|go forth and make the people pray." 22803|So she went forth, but Hermes heard her when she was gone; 22803|and Hermes watched, and he was ready, and he knew she might not 22803|go forth, and there was no way to do it. So she looked up 22803|to the upper heaven, and cried, "Alas, is every light that shines, 22803|such as a man looks at his mistress, dimmer, forsooth, that 22803|he may see and understand her,--if she but see the stars?" 22803|So she went forth, and Venus watched her when she was gone, 22803|and she called forth, "As a man may see his lady in a bright 22803|clothing, such is my word, my wife, and I see nothing but 22803|light. But if the shadows on the earth would come and go, 22803|as they do in this house, then she might come to see her lord." 22803|So she went forth to the tree that bears the sweet-smelling 22803|herbs, 22803|Where the grass was as it were a golden veil, and the shade 22803|was of gold. And there were five fair flowers about her path, 22803|and the shade was of gold as it were the golden fruit of 22803|her path, that lay about, in fair guise, and were not for the 22803|barest feet ======================================== SAMPLE 7050 ======================================== 29574|They were all so goode, that the rest grewe morene and vncouth 29574|With each one, as their owne, to doo the thing they liste: 29574|The most to get them loue, they were the most to pay. 29574|So that as they were goinge hence, th[=e] they did not staye, 29574|But went both wayes, in loue to woo the Duke, 29574|For his great skill and worthinesse the men in vaine. 29574|VVith _Aequanimum_ (God made him all so good) 29574|Had sent away to wedde the lady in gaire: 29574|The laste of all that wedde, was a Ladye blest 29574|(For that she was so great of vertue and grace) 29574|She did vnto the Duke with many a tender grace, 29574|As if she did her body for her lover finde. 29574|Then thus to _Sister Phipps_ (whom vp she did incline) 29574|Sayde the ladye _Margaret_, _Hiddigei_ she: 29574|Hid in vpon a mountaine (to the _Sons_ we doe name 29574|And the Lady _Wimmy_, for in gild they doe admire) 29574|And she hath won the Lady _Wimmy_, thus hath beene 29574|With wimbles to marry, whom to her selfe she would haue: 29574|For all in vaine should bee with golde and with gild, 29574|Vnder which those loue-brothers, might be reuiued, 29574|And in their stead vnto their wives, they should vnfold. 29574|Then as the loue-brothers their dainty louers vndstraddle, 29574|So the lovely Ladyes made them all to make it fere, 29574|When by the lady their loue was not vndrest, 29574|And so _Phyneaus_ (God made him all so good) 29574|Was sent to wedde her _Ceres_ by a _Riphean_ bride; 29574|VVho came to her to make the lady his owne; 29574|For so God mai write, as well as I may write: 29574|The dasie which he vpon her did vnto her send, 29574|For to make him both a King and Prince of his age. 29574|VVhis, that were both great knights and puissant, sai'd 29574|To make his son as good a knight as was his father; 29574|And when the _Phyllis_ (so her Lord did will her) 29574|Was sent away home, there was one that gan say 29574|"The lady is in vaine bechanc'd, and hath no care." 29574|When Phyneius in his hand a _Pallas_ bore 29574|He made great play that day to be the Princes seate. 29574|And now comes Hiddigei vnto _Phyx_ againe 29574|With loue and loues, to gild the Ladyes hair. 29574|And then he cried out, "She is a woman bred in vice, 29574|And so much worse than aught on earth now shall she do, 29574|That I will make the Princess a King of sorowe, 29574|And shall be Lord of all the world, and lord of all she; 29574|And to his great great grandsire (so was said) 29574|I mean him to bekemp of him, and to bekemp bekemp, 29574|Or ever _Wimmen_ shall haue too much power: 29574|I shall bekem a King, and King of all men here, 29574|If he doo grace to kiss and bekemp me." 29574|So said, he wente to the Castle, and forth he wente, 29574|VVith all his hearte in hand, and to the Castle wente 29574|That _Phynius_ now was dead, and giue waye to _Phyx_, 29574|VVho was in a Court of Maia, king of _Ceres_, 29574 ======================================== SAMPLE 7060 ======================================== 27781|At the last the great day dawn, 27781|In the midst of the glittering town, 27781|With its many-steepled square. 27781|The lark is in the air, the mists are loud, 27781|The town is filled with a jocund shout; 27781|The maiden of his choice has arrived; 27781|The woe-laden city is o’erheated. 27781|While o’er the glimmering city 27781|The merry-hearted city 27781|Moves in a stately parade, 27781|And every man has a jocund drink. 27781|The sun has his mark of glory, 27781|We have heard of his fiery blaze, 27781|And we’ll bear thee high in triumph 27781|To her bright mansion on the hills! 27781|The woe-laden city shall fall, 27781|The manhood is already past; 27781|A fatherland is at hand, 27781|And it is time we return to the plain. 27781|There’s nought so comforting in life, 27781|And nought but love and rest can keep; 27781|Our woe now is more than a story, 27781|Our peace is more than a child can hold. 27781|“I am tired of my place, 27781|I am tired of my race, 27781|I am tired of the noise 27781|That gathers from the town. 27781|I am tired of the smiles 27781|Of the young and the old, 27781|Of the fun that is about; 27781|I am tired of the tears 27781|Of the old and the young. 27781|I’ll tarry no longer here 27781|’Till a father land I gain; 27781|No longer with my little ones, 27781|To the great world over I.” 27781|I’ll tarry no longer here 27781|To wail and roar a cheer, 27781|To babble and be noisy, 27781|To be noisy, to be Woe’s. 27781|I’ll tarry no longer here 27781|Till wail and roar to cheer; 27781|No longer with my little ones 27781|To the great world over I.” 27781|The night went round slowly, 27781|And fast and slow and slow, 27781|The sun began to peep; 27781|The sun began to peep. 27781|She rose with a smile, 27781|She placed her hand upon her mouth, 27781|With a roseate blush, 27781|And with shy but tenderness 27781|She made a peep. 27781|Then her little tears fell, 27781|Like rainbows red and tender, 27781|Like rainbows red and tender. 27781|Then she cried,—the rain ran down, 27781|The rain ran down, the rain ran down. 27781|She cried, and her tears fell 27781|On the roof and the eaves, 27781|And she clasped her hands together. 27781|“I am going to the mountain, 27781|I am going to the mountain. 27781|I will peep, I will peep, 27781|I will sit in the snow, 27781|Sitting in the rain!” 27781|Then she sat down on the stones, 27781|And sighed, “Oh, I’m going to the mountain, 27781|“Oh, I am going to the mountain!” 27781|Then she clapt her hands, 27781|As she clapt her dainty hands, 27781|And then, in a swoon, 27781|She was hid under the snow. 27781|“I will sit here, and weep, oh I, 27781|I will sit here and weep.” 27781|Then she sat down on the stones, 27781|And lay down on her breast, 27781|As the sun’s shining beams 27781|With gentle warmth o’er her body, 27781|In a bed of dew. 27781|And a rose-leaf blossom fair 27781|Up over the table spread, 27781|Gave forth a fragrant smell, ======================================== SAMPLE 7070 ======================================== 8785|So great my fear was, that in the depth 8785|Of the wild woods, where I was wont to lure 8785|My falcon, that oftentimes would climb 8785|High as the very top of the steep bank, 8785|Neath which I stood, to catch her flying feet; 8785|But she flew far out of reach, for there stood 8785|A rock, that out of pool as oft was caught. 8785|Thus far into the rock-strewn pool we scaled, 8785|Where various shapes of evil every way 8785|Came shooting, men and women, boy and beast. 8785|The bottom was of marble white, and here 8785|Did hang the fat of two adult roebuck, 8785|With other beasts of prey, that by the stream 8785|Were slain; and in the moat were found the feet 8785|Of some, that did enter through the great rock, 8785|And through the mooring-gates; and thence did lead 8785|Adela to a place, where all might see, 8785|And peradventure to her thoughts lend light. 8785|"O lady! by that clear and burning light, 8785|Which never fails to illume a darkened way, 8785|Which the swift sun through intermingling rays 8785|Doth crystallize in flaming diamonds, when 8785|His dazzling car travels o'er the shining fields, 8785|Or when he speeds by night through regions ill 8785|Beneath the waning moon! I also now 8785|See that this is not the first nor the largest blaze 8785|In this bright world, where reviving hearts 8785|Engrossed are with mysterious desire 8785|Of watching Virtue. Thou to me art like 8785|The Angel to whom Peter did impart 8785|The lessons of good charity in the fall, 8785|When it was left the murtherer of error. 8785|"Gotthard Magnetti am I, who, shamemeet, 8785|Did with Gaudio and with Robert Vanni vi 8785|Die, when the mutual war was kindled; 8785|Nor aught of me survives unto-day. 8785|But the loftiest of the primitive ill 8785|Left me, as I sailed across the sea, 8785|With little fame, and less of those who fare 8785|On the same coast with me, than the leevin 8785|I left behind me on the human kind, 8785|When I became aware of inadequacy, 8785|And of excess of pettiness in men, 8785|Who dat they might not be sustained in full. 8785|And after, not infrequently, dat o'erflowed 8785|Abundance, and dat odium augmented 8785|By persons' words made peevish others' sorrow. 8785|And, as a pebble unmeasured-height, 8785|Which dazes not the sight, and smiteth not, 8785|And which some shepherd, passing by, discovers 8785|Upon some fragrant valley's level bound, 8785|And casts a mournful shadow through his heart, 8785|And pads it with the leaves of some mellow spray, 8785|So I reflected, that a worse would be 8785|Than this which now is made. Lacking is my name, 8785|And quality, and beauty, and honour, and wit, 8785|And these things are not in waste nor danger made." 8785|"Oh!" I replied, "ill names are loss to me; 8785|But you have none: and, if there is aught you miss, 8785|Give some contentment to my wishing mind. 8785|So may some God you be, that I may know, 8785|When you shall pray, for your condition ask. 8785|And I, that so establishment find, 8785|May find further bliss besides full glad." 8785|"Friend (replied the sinner), so it may be, 8785|I oftentimes my faults have unforgiven, 8785|By reflecting, when I take a new life, 8785|That I have ever been a sinner sincere. 8785|And, if my life should length as th' unluckiest, 8785|Less faithful would I be to my soul on earth. 8785 ======================================== SAMPLE 7080 ======================================== 1020|He has made them safe and snug." 1020|I am not an angel, I am not a spirit 1020|Of light or life; I am cold and void of grace, 1020|Cold, void, and void of light. 1020|Oh, how far away from here I once was dear 1020|When my eyes looked to the distant shore; 1020|For dear, oh, far away -- there is no more of it. 1020|I know my past is dark, I know a little part 1020|Was played by a spirit by man; 1020|The shadow on the window and the tree, 1020|And the grey man sitting with the pipe and the glass, 1020|And the blue heaven overhead, 1020|And the wind's wings and the clouds and the rain. 1020|And I wonder how the old man can say 1020|"I have played thee a double part, my boy," 1020|And not think himself a fool? 1020|"He was a knight in shining armor, I know. 1020|Oh, how far away from here I once was dear 1020|When my soul's eyes seem to look back. 1020|For dear, oh, far away -- there is no more of it. 1020|"Oh long ago, long ago, I heard a voice of words, 1020|And lo! it spoke in the night, in the night. 1020|Oh, many long years I have wandered where the shadows 1020|Are white and the trees are dark, 1020|And never have I met the eyes of the dream I dreamed. 1020|"And never again will I sit in my room 1020|And dream of a dream that was fair. 1020|The wind has blown from the west and the shadows are white 1020|And the moon is a speck in the dark. 1020|There is a path across the trees, the way is bright, 1020|And the sun in heaven is high. 1020|"It has been the night where the shadow-shadows have grown, 1020|But never again will I know them, my boy. 1020|And never again will the dark things that the wind says 1020|Be dimmer than now I see." 1020|"There is joy in that window," the boy said. 1020|"Ah, glad to be happy is life in town. 1020|The shadows are white from the sky, and the moon passes 1020|And the world grows dim with sadness. 1020|There is a path across the trees, across the road 1020|The way is bright with hope and joy. 1020|There is a path across the night, across the stars, 1020|And there will be one day, soon, at the end." 1020|"There is joy in that window," the boy said. 1020|"In the morning time I will find a voice to praise, 1020|And sing my dream to heaven in May." 1020|There is a shadow, the night, that a face can hold, 1020|And through a window when hope is the flame." 1020|There is joy in that window, the night. 1020|Oh why did I love you so deeply 1020|When your heart was cold and I cried? 1020|Why did I wait till grief was all 1020|When the last heart I loved was dead? 1020|I cannot tell you why, only 1020|That one hour's life was enough to part 1020|My soul from your life that bore me, 1020|Being a little child and young, 1020|And dear, even in the end. 1020|I, who was born in love and death, 1020|Your heart came in the night to rend, 1020|Till the dark heart in me woke at last 1020|And knew that it was only love. 1020|Then the night is darkened and grows 1020|Dark and louder and far between 1020|And there is a sudden light of star 1020|And the moon swoons and falls to sleep 1020|And heaven is shining and glad . . . 1020|But I sit in the shadows long, 1020|I smile and play with my heart's light 1020|Which will not move from the shadows dim; 1020|And when it sleeps through the day I sing. 1020|O love, love light and life, 1020|O my eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 7090 ======================================== 34237|And some are bold, with gilded faces, full of glee and 34237|insolent, 34237|And some are silly, with faces of dark cloud. 34237|"We should be noble, we should be simple," 34237|Said my dear father to me. 34237|When I was a boy I liked to have 34237|The best of what Nature gave: 34237|The fashions which nature sent to me, 34237|Were the best things there were for me. 34237|The birds were young, the flowers were springing, 34237|The hours were all full of laughter, 34237|All was life and all was beauty, 34237|In my father's household then. 34237|When the children in play were found, 34237|And all things went just as they were, 34237|Nothing was lacking but ourselves 34237|With the sweetest music in the world. 34237|The little birds were singing still, 34237|The stars came out, each shining full; 34237|At midnight, in the forest, 34237|A wild, a wonderful sound came over the world; 34237|The forest was still, and o'er the sleeping earth 34237|The stars, sparkling under the night, 34237|Gave back to all nature her old song and her young ray. 34237|And still the little birds were singing, 34237|And all things went just as they were; 34237|The stars, the flowers, and everything were gay, 34237|With the night abiding near, 34237|And the gentle star of evening bringing light, 34237|And with singing and laughing, 34237|The hours of the year to us gave back their song and their wile. 34237|The nightingale in summer's hot prime, 34237|In all the summer's sweet prime, 34237|Tells how, as he hears the wood-thrush sing 34237|A morning song from the corn, 34237|Lives he in fields of corn or rye, 34237|Where he does not fear the sun; 34237|And how, when he's in some field of rye, 34237|He hears the cricket come, 34237|And in the woods hears horses run; 34237|And what his song is, he knows,--but that's not so true. 34237|Then he sees and listens, and hears, 34237|As well as the thievish snake, 34237|The song and the whispering, and sees 34237|The singing and running too; 34237|And this is the way his life is--he 34237|Will sing through the wood, and he will hear 34237|For ever, and ever, and ever so, 34237|The birds and the cocks, and the calling of men. 34237|All of us watch and wait 34237|Each night at eight in the dark, 34237|For the start of a fairy ghost. 34237|For the ghost of an old woman who is dead and gone, 34237|A tall child dressed in a new frock, 34237|Who is not very wise, but who knows how to pass the time 34237|When he is playing with his toys in the dark, 34237|I who have had all the naughty things, 34237|Who have watched and watched in the dark, 34237|For the start of a fairy ghost. 34237|I used to go to bed at evening, 34237|I used to go to bed at noon, 34237|And I used to dream and wonder, 34237|As I dreamed and wondered in the dark, 34237|That my grave would ever be dotted 34237|With the trace of fairy men and women. 34237|And every grave that I found 34237|Was a fairy woman's or man's, 34237|Whom the children and I used to play with, 34237|Whom the children and I used to play with. 34237|Now I go to sleep in St. Anne's ward, 34237|And the beds are built in the churchyard stone, 34237|Where my grave lies without a name-- 34237|With the trace of fairy men and women. 34237|There's a garden in St. Anne's Ward, 34237|And the children come when the sun goes down; 34237|And the gardners love to take me there, 34237|When the gardners go to prayer ======================================== SAMPLE 7100 ======================================== 615|The knight of Spain, who for his kinsman 615|Was to the holy land conveyed. 615|"A duke, and of their house a hundred 615|In number, to your realm shall bear, 615|Who shall the power of France obtain, 615|When he has taken her by force. 615|The valiant Roland, if he e'er 615|Did ever on your land prevail, 615|His honour and his life shall pay 615|On my behalf the forfeit to pay. 615|"If my illustrious brother he 615|Of this fair land with my consent 615|Should promise the possession full, 615|With her his courser shall be linked; 615|Nor of the faulchion can I speak; 615|I should be wafted to your realm away. 615|Nor I, though dead, on earth shall rest, 615|Unless in Heaven, for so is said. 615|Let him, within my grave, forego 615|Who from her lord will be dismissed." 615|She said; and she, if she could, would die, 615|But that she was not yet persuaded; 615|Nor yet by favour of the king 615|And others, she was led to fear; 615|So she so late before the maid 615|Had made her consent, and to her swore. 615|The king, in order to her flight 615|(So was the treaty understood) 615|Was at the bridge's mouth and at the moat, 615|And had not come upon her flight: 615|But when the damsel deemed him nigh, 615|To her, in a trice, he came; 615|Nor, though the bridge was parted wide, 615|Was he alone, the boldest foe. 615|'Twere strange in one so lowly made, 615|So proud, so bold, to be concealed; 615|And yet his lance was in such store, 615|He gave it at his will to those, 615|Who on earth that other had laid down, 615|Would seek her in the camp, and there, 615|With her, be fain to lay him dead. 615|Sorely the damsel would have grieved, 615|And with much joy, that he had slain 615|So many; and her heart was hot 615|At that the cavalier was dead. 615|She would have torn her bosom selle; 615|(He that had by him been slain) 615|And, having parted from the knight, 615|That warrior, who would fain have gone 615|Back unto those nations with his friend, 615|In haste, in haste, before his friend, 615|Cried, "O my Roland, 'tis enough!" 615|While he, the following year before, 615|Had been his hospitable knight, 615|Had borne her off, he was not one 615|That should defend the damsel's right, 615|And that good knight the damsel's hand 615|Would have put to death in the first strife. 615|With her good knight was left behind, 615|A worthy cavalier, who slept 615|On him, without a hope of change, 615|Had been his knight for many days. 615|He with his death had saved him nought: 615|Nor had he done in the first place, 615|When she would have given him to be slain. 615|But she, as well the other part 615|Supports, and the fair lady owns, 615|Cometh to the fortress with its train 615|Of cavaliers. The damsel so 615|Gives her love that all at that return 615|Join in the feast and marriage-feast; 615|And, as her knight is lying dead, 615|Makes a memorial of this sort. 615|Roland and all his cavalier 615|Attend the nuptials and the dance; 615|The moor is set a hundred leagues 615|And over four miles in a straight line. 615|The banquet is at last commixed, 615|And the king takes by the hand 615|The valiant youth, that having won 615|The martial youth, he shall deliver 615|The other for the cavalier, 615|Whom he had loved for years past. 615|With some of his chivalry he takes 615|The other youth; and to the dame 615|Lies Roland, and forgives, with pain, 615|His kins ======================================== SAMPLE 7110 ======================================== 20956|And the moon shone out! 20956|Where the sea-winds blow, 20956|And the stars are bright; 20956|And the waves that ever run-- 20956|I see them rise! 20956|All the waves have a right 20956|Before the throne of love 20956|To their mistress, Nature, to pray; 20956|Sisterly, we would seek 20956|To be as her own children dear! 20956|Where the sea-tides whirl, 20956|And the skies are clear, 20956|And the larks behold! 20956|O'er her garden's green 20956|Shade the stars go by. 20956|From each garden-side 20956|Rise with dim eyes 20956|To her eyes all one note sweet-- 20956|Weep with her when the moon 20956|Rises with her full light! 20956|When the sea-wind's breath 20956|Swallows the star-reeves, 20956|And the moon is born when day 20956|Sees its hope depart; 20956|O'er its waters far, 20956|Bliss shall wave the sea, 20956|And the morn awake! 20956|I saw a man,--wherefore, Lord, let me see, 20956|For I am thine! Lord, thine I see; 20956|For I am thou! Lord, thy child adorning, 20956|And he is mine to thee and me! 20956|The voice of the Lord is heard, the sun is up, 20956|And the day-beam is shining; 20956|And the song of our joy is uttered 20956|O'er the waters far, 20956|Of the joy and gladness of life. 20956|O glory and peace by the angels sung, 20956|Of the love that is in us, 20956|For when is joy so divine as this life? 20956|And when is grief, but a mask, but a shade, 20956|But a dream, a slumber, a sleep? 20956|Yea, when is song so sweet as this life? 20956|When the words of a child are 20956|The words of a child that is ours, 20956|When the heart of a child is aye 20956|As our hearts and their song are. 20956|And thy voice speaks: Thou hast given life, 20956|Thou hast taken away our pain, 20956|Thou hast crowned with a smile, our cause. 20956|Thy joy has conquered the world. 20956|O glory and peace by the angels sung, 20956|To the land of the singing-birds, 20956|To the land of the singers, 20956|Oh, say what the name is of this house 20956|That the birds and the flowers keep, 20956|That the singers and songers, when they mourn, 20956|Alive can go forth to thee? 20956|What was thine image in thy heart, 20956|Or what thy form of old? 20956|The light that shines the sea by night 20956|Does not change, does not change; 20956|Or the sky in the noonday shine 20956|By light of thy face may be: 20956|What the name of this house is, say, 20956|Or the name of the sweet-sou'd bird, 20956|That all our hours shall please, 20956|While our lives are lasting as love, 20956|As life or love or death? 20956|Hail to thee, great God of love and truth, 20956|The fairest ever, 20956|Who turnest earth, heaven, and hell aside, 20956|And wend, on as on a song! 20956|The fairest ever, 20956|As far as all hath been, 20956|Of all things that were, since the birth 20956|Of man that was--as a song! 20956|The fairest Ever, 20956|Who drawest man from hell 20956|To light of thy new light, 20956|As death or life or death 20956|Is a song of thy new song. 20956|The fairest Ever, 20956|Whose wings fold back the night, 20956|And turn at last the day, 20956|To ======================================== SAMPLE 7120 ======================================== 5185|This time is not enough for heroes; 5185|Time is needed longer still. 5185|Vainly I gaze on eastern sky, 5185|Sleepless I watch for hour of morning, 5185|For the beautiful day of redemption, 5185|When the guest shall journey homeward 5185|With his head unbound, and feet unbound. 5185|If the east wind only rises, 5185|If the morning-clouds lower not, 5185|I shall yet succeed in finding 5185|Unburied-footprints on the heather, 5185|In the rushing water-courses, 5185|In the remote and sleepy hamlets. 5185|But the west wind wildly roars abroad, 5185|Wails throughout the day, and gives me 5185|Lights and sounds of evil import; 5185|It is never calm at dawn-tide, 5185|It is never beautiful at evening, 5185|It is like a harried merchant 5185|In the town of Pimentola. 5185|Stronger grows the fire in Pimentola, 5185|At the dead of midnight knocks in fire, 5185|Locks the house with iron gates, 5185|Blazing like the kindling of Kura, 5185|As my mother told me once, unheeded, 5185|Once, when a tender boy in childhood. 5185|Stronger grows the fire in Pimentola, 5185|The wintry spells are broken, 5185|And the heroes all come joyous-hearted 5185|From their long and painful labors. 5185|Now I seek within the hamlets, 5185|Kauppi, Pohyola, proudly listening, 5185|To the ancient songs a greeting, 5185|Joy and homage from the people. 5185|Thereupon dawns the third day, 5185|Silver and shining in the sky, 5185|Bearing golden days and nights, 5185|Till the day of Resurrection. 5185|Stronger grows the fire in Pohyola, 5185|With the dead now come to judgment, 5185|Listening to the ancient wisdom, 5185|Singing with the merry women. 5185|Listening and singing in great numbers 5185|To the ancient songs a greeting, 5185|To the joyful songs a salutation, 5185|To the words of ancient wisdom, 5185|Health to all the hamlets singing. 5185|To the hamlets sinks the daylight, 5185|Sets the hearts of all the people 5185|To the worst of human misery, 5185|To the ugliest life of Northland. 5185|All the children perished from lack of 5185|Nutrition, vicious fighting, 5185|Tamperages manifold spreading, 5185|Harming both hero and palter, 5185|Looting property and magic, 5185|Bitter shocks the hostess mourning, 5185|Mourns for loss of players, warriors, 5185|For the heroes dead in combat. 5185|Only Wainamoinen's mother 5185|Feeling pain for her son's punishment, 5185|Wails with loud and tiring strains, 5185|Crushes pains within her bosom 5185|For her wonliest son perishing. 5185|"Thus the old departed saying, 5185|Thus the faithful aged saying, 5185|Had been heard for ages passing; 5185|Had been heard in days of childhood, 5185|Even in my earliest years remembering. 5185|Wherefore then have I preserved it? 5185|Have not the young and easy-speaking, 5185|Cap awry and head awry itchies 5185|That the old one hears for ever? 5185|Often have I stood before it, 5185|Hear the recitation song-bearing, 5185|Hear the song beloved by many, 5185|Hear the old one's beloved song-making, 5185|Hear among my own beloved song-tolls 5185|That was never loved by young ones." 5185|Thus the merry Wainamoinen 5185|Sang his songs and chanted loudly; 5185|All the young, the easy-speaking, 5185|All the merry young people, 5185|Rolled in merry rhymes upon them, 5185| ======================================== SAMPLE 7130 ======================================== 29700|As the bright moon and the light of the dawn rise! 29700|Where the woodland, and the river, and the hill, 29700|Are one light; the glory of the morning spread 29700|Round the fair dwelling of our Saviour's name, 29700|In fair gardens, in fair meadows, fair and green, 29700|Where the sun and the stars and the night combine. 29700|Oh! let the world's rich, opulent, opalescent wealth 29700|Of fume and scent and cool, 29700|Bid the poor peasant welcome to his seat, 29700|The good man's or the poor man's; 29700|And let beauty and youth be as true friends, 29700|And poverty its brother-friend-- 29700|Let wealth and rank are brethren, 29700|And friendship be as true as friends. 29700|The sun and the stars shall ever be friends 29700|To all good men; 29700|And love, that is brother to all earth's ills, 29700|Shall find the way to heaven. 29700|Let the poor man wait till the last pale man 29700|Is rich in dust; 29700|And the rich man wait till the poor man's dust 29700|Is grown white. 29700|Then, when those rich and poor alike have passed, 29700|And the race is run, 29700|The children, one to other, shall fall fast, 29700|The fathers come soon. 29700|And soon shall come to that lone dwelling, 29700|The father, the mother, the child by the hand; 29700|The earth shall be made as by the Lord's word, 29700|And the fair earth shall grow fair again. 29700|Fair, fair the country shall be; the meadows 29700|And forest walks shall flow; 29700|And the green hills shall rise; the sun shall keep 29700|His track upon the mountains, and they shine 29700|With a perfect radiance from out their summits, 29700|Lighting the earth and heaven below; the land 29700|Fulfils his order in all its measure, 29700|And heaven and earth obey. 29700|Fair, fair the country shall remain; the fields, 29700|The woods, the meadows, shall yield their bounties 29700|Unto the sheaves and wine-presses. On the hills 29700|Shall light the fire, and in the glens, in fens, 29700|The brook shall be a fountain. The earth shall play 29700|Round the spring, and the fount shall spring forth food 29700|For thee and for him. 29700|O fairest of Earth, 29700|For us thou hast a glorious country, where 29700|God hath a country too. 29700|We have gone down to the sea; 29700|There's a little boat adrift, 29700|A little boat adrift, 29700|And the clouds are over it; 29700|It is drifting, drifting, drifting, 29700|In shadow and in sunshine, 29700|In the autumn evening. 29700|We have crossed a mighty stream; 29700|A song is in his hand, 29700|Harp from the neighbouring forest, 29700|Boon, boon, ho! 29700|And we have gained a forest fire, 29700|Through a mist of flame and smoke, 29700|Whose edge is the horizon, 29700|And the stream runs swift and still, 29700|And flows on, flowing on, 29700|In the autumn evening. 29700|We have lost that little hill-- 29700|A shadow still and dim 29700|We are climbing over it; 29700|Our work is not done; 29700|We are gaining on, 29700|On, now our work is made more strong, 29700|By the light of the setting sun; 29700|Our day is almost done; 29700|It is almost done, and we have made 29700|The little house that the wind and waves 29700|Have made, where the sun and waters flow, 29700|The little house that the summer air 29700|Has made to shine in the coming day. 29700|And there, by the old stream's brink, 29700|Lies what we were when that we were born; 29700|Long, ======================================== SAMPLE 7140 ======================================== 4010|By the same friend, as he was known to be; 4010|And so a gentle knight is left on earth. 4010|He comes to you again, when he is dead, 4010|And his dear memory shall still live on; 4010|And your good men of wisdom, who ever have sought 4010|The kingdom of heaven, shall hold it dear to you 4010|As they hold it to me." 4010|But soon, a word 4010|Lingering while he pondered there, his eyes 4010|Beheld, and, with a start of quick desire, 4010|Him lifted in his look, to see who it 4010|Was which had come in such haste away. 4010|"A noble knight, indeed," he said, "and tall! 4010|He came with a message, to bring thee back 4010|The message of that prince whose name you hear. 4010|"Now tell me," said the stranger, "who thou art, 4010|And ere thy message I may read thy grace. 4010|"Who, e'en as thou sayest, wast thou among 4010|These naked, and without an heir to rule? 4010|And where the kingdom thou wouldst bring with thee, 4010|And where the gift, that I could seek with joy?" 4010|Oft in the fields the knights he taught to fight, 4010|And, of their martial skill, to their master taught; 4010|Then, when the strife was over, and round the board 4010|Each took his fill of feast and play, they part, 4010|And either knight, to cheer his heart and soul, 4010|Takes the parting gift. Thenceforth the lord, 4010|Who loved his gentle courser, in his hold 4010|Was lulled unto sleep; and ere the night 4010|Had fallen, he to the castle went in haste. 4010|It seemed the day was small, the earth and sky 4010|The same; he saw not, nor heard from far 4010|How near lay King Marsil's camp, for all his speed. 4010|He came with hurried footsteps, hand in hand 4010|Tight-bound, when he was fastened against a rock; 4010|For now was he in equal space with one 4010|Who bore the king a trophy in his hold. 4010|A banner now the king might well have eyed; 4010|But to his arms were tied the captive knight, 4010|The wretch's reward. 4010|Thus passed 4010|The hours, and the day grew late. The sun, 4010|Dawn-breathing as he rose, on his course stole 4010|Full fifty pairs of brows, at every stride, 4010|Bending his brows with his golden rays; 4010|He was a dazzling light. But o'er the plain 4010|And at the tent-door march, he never paused, 4010|And oft his glance was turned upon the king. 4010|Then with his sword, in a brazen sheath, 4010|The fierce and pitiless king took forth the clay, 4010|And, kneeling, prayed that he would loose his hold; 4010|And in a voice like thunder heard him say: 4010|"God be with thee! He commands thee now 4010|To loose the band, but what thou hast to hold 4010|Is in the lord of Morocco, not alone. 4010|He only lends, and with that courtesy 4010|May thy hands touch the sword. Thou art his man, 4010|And I, his man, must aid thee, and not thee. 4010|O thou hadst been undone! My brother's liege, 4010|And mine, by him, are held, to my regret, 4010|In this new ring. He asks but this of me, 4010|To give his pledge of true allegiance-- 4010|For he is not a stranger to our land, 4010|And I am not his brother, though the king 4010|Seems so to love him. Come, brother, rest, 4010|And let my son be left to keep the ring, 4010|As he is to me heir apparent." 4010|He spoke. And thus the bold and courteous host 4010|Turned from the stranger, and ======================================== SAMPLE 7150 ======================================== 1471|In what is so unlike a life? 1471|We live more than we need, we drink more than we know; 1471|In what is so unlike a death? 1471|There is more to this life than our senses make, 1471|(Or, if they can, why should they?) 1471|And it will not please the man who seeks it, 1471|But the man who seeks it not. 1471|And what is this we prize above the rest, 1471|In less than what we dream? 1471|We know not what we care for, 1471|We know not whence, we know not why, 1471|We know that life is better, 1471|And death is less than this, 1471|That Death is also Life and Time; 1471|And life is not a strife but a growth, 1471|A new and a live birth, 1471|A hope and a vision, 1471|A peace and a faith. 1471|And thus we come and go 1471|On tides of consciousness. 1471|And thus we work and suffer 1471|To reach the goal of our growth. 1471|We strive, we work, we wait; 1471|With something else behind than hope 1471|In dreams and in act; 1471|And, after all, we cannot die! 1471|Yet what we seek and what we do 1471|Doth change the nature of things 1471|That once were alive. 1471|For things of flesh and of bone 1471|These do not change together; 1471|Nor do the waters make 1471|A changing image of the air, 1471|Nor, outward to the eye, 1471|The sea-floor's nature. 1471|For the sea in a moment of calm 1471|Moves on a troubled life, 1471|And for all the strife of life 1471|The sea has its fair release; 1471|But for the sorrows of the sea 1471|It comes a silent death. 1471|Then, in a moment of turmoil, 1471|When she is lost and weeps and weeps, 1471|A tide of light comes in again, 1471|A tide of light, a wave of light, 1471|And from the ocean's bosom 1471|A glory streams, and a glory rings, 1471|And all the waves rejoice. 1471|Thus we have risen up like children of heaven; 1471|And we are not afraid; 1471|Nor yet like men; 1471|But like the waves which wash the sands in his drive. 1471|We did not think that e'er we should rise 1471|Higher, higher, higher, till our eyes 1471|Drawn in the vision dim, 1471|Farther from our light, 1471|Our light--our light-- 1471|Its glory and our bliss! 1471|The world is all light beyond our seeing. 1471|Light unrefined and unspent, 1471|That can but open wide the secrets 1471|Of things that are and things that may be; 1471|That God hath kept 1471|Thy spirit pure within; 1471|That he himself, 1471|The great All-Wonderful, 1471|Hath hidden from the eyes of sin 1471|All things that are, to thee and to thee. 1471|But now,--ah, now! 1471|When through the silence of that deep night, 1471|Pulsing again to life with light, 1471|The life-light flickers, gleaming and refracted,-- 1471|When all the spirit, dim and dark, 1471|Pulses in its unrest, 1471|And the spirit's heart 1471|Beats, and his pulses beat, 1471|'Mid the vast dark, 1471|He comes; but ere his foot fall full 1471|Upon the threshold of thy life, 1471|Before thou art 1471|Found dead, or from that sacred light 1471|Stray not beyond the place;-- 1471|As a man, when in a dream he lies, 1471|Might stretch his hands, and, holding, touch the ground,-- 1471|Such was I, when lo, 1471|Above me whole, 1471|In the ======================================== SAMPLE 7160 ======================================== 3698|And is a master-lady, 3698|And, with her, in her company, 3698|The most delicious women. 3698|There's nothing but a woman lovest, 3698|Whom a man will follow most. 3698|For she is the only one most 3698|In whose sight all earthly joys 3698|Appear in perfect, serene, 3698|And in whose breast are languid 3698|All earthly pleasures found. 3698|No more to seek, no more to seek, 3698|For ever is thine the one best gift; 3698|Her beauty is the only joy; 3698|Her voice the notes of melody 3698|Wherewith astir throughout the day 3698|The seraphims ever ring. 3698|Her stately form, her locks of gold 3698|Unbend her bow, and evermore 3698|Her countenance more majestic 3698|Enchants the soul by its bland blend 3698|Of radiance and simplicity, 3698|Whose mien, though sombre and austere, 3698|Is mild and hospitable yet. 3698|In a pure girlhood she was blest; 3698|Her first paramour was kind; 3698|He kept her from the path of vice 3698|By all the virtues which she showed. 3698|A woman-loving woman's claim 3698|Her love was her devotion's scope, 3698|And he his high and generous aim 3698|Was ever faithful to the last. 3698|No man like him could be, 3698|Who from the sacred source 3698|Of moral life derive 3698|And temper all the gifts 3698|Of body with a pure mind. 3698|For man, who can combine 3698|The love of man and love of woman, 3698|Gains a sweet power sublime, 3698|And every natural woe 3698|Or sorrow or mal-kindness 3698|He feels or seems to feel 3698|Comes from experience's fountain, 3698|The heart that by divination 3698|In this world's knowledge dwells, 3698|Which, like the poet's lyre, 3698|Knits to the future and its theme; 3698|But with a soul of art 3698|And music tuned to words, 3698|And all in harmony with nature, 3698|The soul of poet can soar 3698|To meet the heavenliest aspiration 3698|Of him who meets a high emolument. 3698|For this, as more than other things, 3698|Which he will love, and whose sweet light 3698|And light is fondest and to him 3698|The supreme and supremeest cause, 3698|There never was a muse or wight, 3698|But bore the torch and staff of song, 3698|And called that light to him who bore 3698|The mantle so singularly bright 3698|The most celestial emblem of 3698|The soul of man, whose heart has power 3698|Of all the tenderness or light 3698|Of God, his hand in all the deeds 3698|He makes appear; and he, who sees 3698|In that light mantle something rare 3698|Of heaven, of earth all power and all of all 3698|A glory of the good and worldly love. 3698|The heart of man has two ways, as man is two; 3698|The one is the love of virtue as of earth, 3698|The other is the love of virtue and earth; 3698|Wherefore each in itself has two inward ways, 3698|The one of joy, the other of joyance, pain. 3698|It is not through his passions that he seeks 3698|To make the world go forth to him. That seek 3698|He acts the soul. But when at last he finds 3698|The soul that is all the world to him 3698|Pays with its fruits all to its proper measure, 3698|He thus becomes a god; and the pure mind, 3698|Pure instrument of Heaven with manly grace 3698|And wisdom as to man, at length is made 3698|The soul and instrument of Heaven with man; 3698|When then his soul is made immortal, he 3698|Now lives the godhead, which, in ======================================== SAMPLE 7170 ======================================== 12242|That no longer I can doubt their love 12242|Since they have proved the way to heaven 12242|And not the pathway, as men say." 12242|I stand alone 12242|In this old place of stone 12242|Where my soul hath run 12242|A century, not a lick, 12242|Or so I'm inclined to think. 12242|If I were living still 12242|I'd fashion here 12242|An album, like the flowers, 12242|Trees, birds, and all. 12242|I'd like these flowers a-ploughing 12242|To look at when full of snow, 12242|And to see them ploughing and fall 12242|Tearing through acres of stubble, 12242|And round about the door 12242|Lifting it as they plough. 12242|Then I should think of life like 12242|A soft, luxurious tobacco 12242|In which the dust is gold, 12242|With snows the only sand. 12242|I might be plodding still, 12242|And walking still the dales have, 12242|Though oft mine eye is turned 12242|Up at the windows of heaven, 12242|In the soft morn a dusting. 12242|There's a land without a name 12242|Where nothing earthly strews, 12242|Where never doth a cloud 12242|The horizon's boundless in. 12242|The breath of nature comes 12242|And goes with no delay, 12242|And on the mountains' faces 12242|The sun himself be mixt with them. 12242|All the seasons of the year 12242|And all the days of the year 12242|Are mine for this to use or spoil; 12242|In one patch I'm whole seasons' king: 12242|O thou, the rainbow! 12242|For thee I build the fall of the trees, 12242|When they are falling for ever; 12242|I dig the spring when the sod is growing, 12242|And I bring the hay on the loosegrass. 12242|To thee I dedicate the earth, 12242|For thee all her seasons I dedicate; 12242|The seasons, hours, and morns for thee, 12242|For thee only. 12242|I dedicate her fountains, 12242|She fills them all with her tears, 12242|And in her streams my love is lost, 12242|Because of thee, she never will. 12242|For thee I sing the songs of nations, 12242|For thee all things that are spoken 12242|Are thine, for thou art the sole sole proprietor 12242|Of every thought and action. 12242|The hills must be changed to a bridge, 12242|Or my Tim must be drowned 12242|And his lover brought back to me. 12242|A thousand little lads must perish 12242|To make the thing be right; 12242|And there'll be none to tell a tale 12242|Of a lie, for a man's an archer 12242|That hits little holes all day. 12242|If I knew a God, where I mightude 12242|For to be glad or to be afraid, 12242|Because a certain sort of thing 12242|Am I that you behold, 12242|A little sort of thing, am I? 12242|When I was but a little thing, 12242|No God I knew, 12242|But there were twins, as I remember. 12242|But thou art more than that, my dear, -- 12242|My sweet, my darling, 12242|Of what does it matter where 12242|Thou comest, or how thou departest, 12242|If thou canst win me over again? 12242|If I could only know 12242|How much I ought to weep; 12242|And, having it, bear it, 12242|As one would bear a burden; 12242|And, having it, make it 12242|Part of me, wherever I be, 12242|If I were strong to groan and suffer 12242|And melt into thee, O, fly! 12242|O fly from me, little house! 12242|O fly! fly from me, little home! 12242|The moon is down, the day is done, -- ======================================== SAMPLE 7180 ======================================== 1727|that he had been to the house of the Cithern herdsmen, in order to persuade them 1727|them to set off with all speed when the sun was setting for the night, 1727|to the house of Ulysses, where the son of Nestor lay, and begged to 1727|be allowed to take his portion of the feast with them, and the 1727|host was pleased with him. This he did. The others then went and 1727|made their mules and goats ready for the way. When they had brought 1727|all together they started for the sea shore, but Ulysses stayed and 1727|roamed about the rocks until the light was dying off and the sunset 1727|soon started, when he took a little vine that was lying close by 1727|his heart with roots full of honey and spread it in his hands. 1727|When he had got into vineyards he went to the house of his friend 1727|Nestor, but his friend saw him and was troubled, so he said, "Thou 1727|have been lying awake too much, thou son of Nestor, thou must bring 1727|me here." 1727|"Be it so," answered Ulysses, "I will; come when I shall tell you, 1727|but I will not lay the matter in the hands of the suitors till I have 1727|said and done it myself." 1727|As he spoke he went in and prepared the garden, where the suitors 1727|made a feast. There Nestor's son, a renowned shepherd, in keeping 1727|of the young girl, ate the purest flesh on earth, and it lay 1727|before him while he was dining, for the woman had taken it with 1727|her while he was being eaten; but his greed was so much aggrieved 1727|by everything which he had eaten that he wanted to eat everything 1727|thereon with another, and was afraid the women would scold him, and 1727|would say to him in passing, saying, 'Truly he has eaten too 1727|much, eat thou at thy pleasure!' Then would Marsyas, the son of 1727|Cleas, rise from the banquet and ask him about the matter. 'Ulysses," 1727|he would say, "I have nothing further to ask about, which the gods 1727|have given my mind to; come now, therefore, and eat as before, 1727|but let me show you the vineyard whereon its fruit is growing, so that 1727|you may taste how great a blessing it is to me to eat of the sweet 1727|vineyard." 1727|"Hear me," said Odin, the shield-generals, "and I pray you by all 1727|your might and main, that you will not let this man come near 1727|the vineyard while he is yet in the house, for he is much more 1727|well endowed than I and knows it all already, but still his pride 1727|asks me to come and eat of his flesh, which I would gladly do 1727|so far as I am able. This man has eaten meat of men and 1727|swine, and his wife has eaten up all that he has eat; it 1727|grieves me that I should have to eat this flesh myself." 1727|Then Ulysses was greatly grieved when he saw these words being 1727|spoken with so much earnestness from a man whom he had never 1727|knew at, but who went to see him and found him much dejected, 1727|while all his comrades were praising him loudly in their 1727|cheering him, but some of them thought it a shame. 1727|Next, then, they cast the women for the men, and they made 1727|them eat their share of the venison and they cast the youths 1727|for a time in front of the fire before they went to bed, till 1727|after a time their turn came round, and they must go to sleep, 1727|so they looked out of door and began to bury the bodies. Then 1727|they buried the swineherd, and others of the men, who had been 1727|under Ulysses, and some were mixed with the rest of the bodies. 1727|Next, then, they made the youths sing the 'Dawn-Song,' a song 1727|of which Euryclea, the singer, was the perfect image. There ======================================== SAMPLE 7190 ======================================== 1280|"Do not mind me though I have grown so gray and old." 1280|"Do not mind me though my lips are turned to stone." 1280|"When I was only a lath of water-melons."-- 1280|A man of his kind. 1280|'Tis a story of youth that is made for children! 1280|And he has grown from youth to manhood and womanhood, 1280|And he has given to every child his hand, 1280|And now his hair is gold and now his flesh is flesh, 1280|And ever now and then his blood will stain the cloth: 1280|But in my heart I know that he is young and fair to see. 1280|For what is beauty if it cannot be a lover? 1280|I'm no one your lord or your mother, 1280|But I love you, dearie; 1280|For I love every day you to the end of your rope, man. 1280|I have never been a courtier; 1280|I do not like to give away 1280|My heart for any man, woman, boy, or bird, 1280|And this is why I love you, Dearie. 1280|A man of his kind? 1280|This does not give me heart. 1280|When the woman-goddess dies down, 1280|And the last angel leaves the skies 1280|She leaves this world of ours. 1280|"A man of his kind?" 1280|The word suits him; he's an old child 1280|No more a child, though he grows like a man. 1280|His strength is as the strength of ten. 1280|It's his strength that has grown to a man's-- 1280|But his heart is still a child. 1280|Do you know why he is so young? 1280|I do. 1280|It's because he has grown to a man. 1280|I know; and that's why he is so young, 1280|And he's got his boyhood's innocence. 1280|You see he can be a man when he will. 1280|You don't. 1280|And you don't! 1280|The world is a little girl. 1280|I'm not afraid of much to you or any other. 1280|And I haven't grown over the brink 1280|Of my grave; I haven't grown blind 1280|Down to earth's earth. 1280|But the woman-goddess is dead. 1280|It's well to know that there is no more to see; 1280|Because there never will be 1280|For all the years that are gone, 1280|You should say for me that the world is made. 1280|She's dead; and she is gone into heaven a different one. 1280|As to why I keep this love for you, 1280|Why, I'm curious enough. 1280|But just as children are, so are we; 1280|Our heart for a time is bound; 1280|Then we part, we know not why, 1280|And we grieve, you see. 1280|I know of a man of whom there may be some truth 1280|In what he is willing to say. 1240|And if I'd been a little bit of a fool, 1240|Instead of having a good time, 1240|Not one that's in Heaven-- 1240|I should have known that for what is best. 1240|The World's A Dream 1240|At twilight I heard a song 1240|With a note of music like a drum, 1240|And the melody was strong 1240|As the music I heard. 1240|But the song was as a drum and a tune 1240|To a flute, and the music it was, 1240|As of harp-strings, and I thought, 1240|'Why was this like drumming?' 1240|But the tune was as a song to the chunes 1240|With a beat and a beat to the flute, 1240|As the melody that came from a beat 1240|My life was full of dreams 1240|As a child of twenty years. 1240|It was all about the sky, 1240|And the stars, 1240|But I had dreamed myself quite old to be 1240|A poet ======================================== SAMPLE 7200 ======================================== 17393|I can. And in return, you'd say, 17393|That a sort of a credit too I've won. 17393|Not the way it's fair, and I'm loath to do, 17393|But there's one thing I've been meaning to say. 17393|I've learned something from this last visit round: 17393|That it's a kind of a fool's game to care 17393|For anything but yourself, a hard-hated wolf, 17393|Lashing and barking, to make you go 17393|With a pack through the mire of a country road! 17393|You'd think, you must say--for one's never sure 17393|Of one's path through a forest--that one's not gone 17393|At it all out there--on one's own skin! 17393|And, really, it's not--it's better laughed at! 17393|You'd be the first to guess I'd take things quite 17393|Welling from head to foot in my own skin. 17393|So, do I say, let us take things slowly! 17393|That there's no use in complaining at all 17393|And making things up, and trying to prove 17393|We're not, as people say, only the same. 17393|"And so?" you'll say; and you'd have me believe 17393|There's something to this, but it's a shame, 17393|When there's but one thing I know, and I know-- 17393|Myself? Well, a man must be careful what 17393|He says to himself, when he has not yet 17393|Been taught a little by that woman's smile: 17393|He hears it only as a kindly fellow 17393|Breathes and speaks to him all the day; thinks 17393|That all the world like some kind of a fairy 17393|Comes walking round to greet him in the hall, 17393|And puts his little cap on his head, and starts 17393|To give him a kiss, and says he hears him well: 17393|And all the time he's thinking, and it's not 17393|That he is often a silly old wretch, 17393|But "but he is so very much a man" (quoth 17393|The fool, the little fool) and thinks of all 17393|The men who still are fighting, and to-night 17393|Is fighting with the odds, and knows he should 17393|Have been a man when he was able to fight; 17393|And says he thinks he'd be a devil now 17393|Like many a knight who fought at Agincourt 17393|And could not keep his senses when he dropped! 17393|He thinks himself as wise and able far, 17393|And thinks himself good, and says he loves 17393|And thinks he's as good as any a man: 17393|It's a sad business what he's doing, you know, 17393|But "he's trying, thinking--and there's the rub." 17393|"And that's why I'm going off out of the way, 17393|And let me get to know him better before 17393|I hit him in the house, as it were, or hit him." 17393|I said--"and why can't you, as you say, remember?" 17393|You know the way that men, and women, and dogs, 17393|And so on, can see what the world needs, and get 17393|What it would get were it a-doing without them: 17393|The world does need our seeing, and when we need 17393|The world's all right enough (as all the wise 17393|Say, "Allay their heat so, they will all go to bed"!) 17393|And as that's all we can do, and must, one way or 17393|theother, "What do you know," say the wise, "of what?" 17393|And when you've answered all those questions "yes" to 17393|all, "Well--we can't, so we can't: too costly, perhaps! 17393|Could be overspent, sure: but what of that?"--say 17393|The wise, "Well--well, we know where it's going, too, 17393|So all things run we can't fix it, anyhow." 17393|I remember seeing, I suppose, ======================================== SAMPLE 7210 ======================================== 34237|Is in the air, 34237|And the sun will not shine, if you keep away. 34237|"Why come you hither?" the mother said, 34237|"Your eyes are cloudy and wet, 34237|And you look like a spirit without wings." 34237|"I do not want to go to sleep, 34237|Loud-groovy the tune is playing; 34237|Come nearer, mother, as you will." 34237|"Dear child, it is no good." 34237|"But, O mother, you know full well 34237|The music has a soothing power, 34237|And the tune that I am wanting, dear, 34237|It tells a tale full right-- 34237|I do not like the melody." 34237|"Dear child, it is no good." 34237|"And how can you go to school?" 34237|"I should know." 34237|"Dear child, it is no good." 34237|"Is not it hot?" 34237|"But just the contrary, your feet 34237|Are so small and such an inch- 34237|You would hurt them by coming near." 34237|"I can go no more to sleep, 34237|Loud-groovy the tune is playing, 34237|And in the music I find pleasure 34237|Which must not be forgot, 34237|That is a goodly company-- 34237|If you love me as I love you." 34237|"But you can never love me quite, 34237|Loud-groovy the tune is playing, 34237|You'll have to do it for me." 34237|"But I'm not afraid of you." 34237|"But you'll have to do it for me, 34237|And you'll have to do it--for me, 34237|And so I leave you--as you must." 34237|_If you love me as I love you!_ 34237|We are all alone in the world, 34237|For Love is no more! 34237|With every song we sing in song, 34237|With every word that a word goes to, 34237|With every smile we place, if we please, 34237|We do not know it. 34237|The world has passed away, 'tis true, 34237|And a joyous new world we behold, 34237|But we are the same. 34237|Oh, happy was the boy when he heard 34237|The music in the wood of the maple trees 34237|Grow fainter in the distance, and then 34237|Turning dull and gray. 34237|Oh, happy was the boy when he kissed 34237|His mother, and the life-long life 34237|Of Nature took its flight away. 34237|But he is long, and we will not leave 34237|Until the last day of our lives be done-- 34237|The last glad day of the day. 34237|Oh, happy was the boy, when the sound 34237|Of music on the morning breeze 34237|Was filled with beauty and power, 34237|When we in quiet walk were laid, 34237|And he with her was still and sweet, 34237|Whose words were tender, whose his glance, 34237|Whose life with the green wood played. 34237|Now he is grown to man's estate 34237|And lives in halls as lofty and free 34237|As ours, and we are fain to leave 34237|The old world with the new formaint, 34237|To join in a greater joy. 34237|And in the stilly dark that lies 34237|About the morning, ah, so fair! 34237|They love to be a boy again 34237|And watch the stars as if they were 34237|Saf and happy in their play. 34237|And they are happy now: the tree 34237|That grew beside the window-seat, 34237|Now bears a fragrance on its bloom, 34237|As when I was a boy there. 34237|But we are happy now no more, 34237|For the bright world is too far off 34237|And our day is not yet done. 34237|We only walk together here 34237|Through this sweet stillness, in the wood 34237|Of the maple bough, and in the shade 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 7220 ======================================== 16688|"We have all had enough of war, 16688|But not in battle will we cease; 16688|For when it is time to go, 16688|Thought must command us with the sword." 16688|"We have tasted freedom once; 16688|Now we are bidden once more 16688|That we shall have the power 16688|To the people to avenge, 16688|When our foes at hand shall flee." 16688|"We cannot have our old lives, 16688|So they turn from us and fly; 16688|We have every thing, we say, 16688|In our power to revenge, 16688|And we feel that our hearts ache, 16688|That the spirit of the whole 16688|Pleads with us to this war. 16688|Then if one must die 16688|Then let him die in battle 16688|And all shall have the right, 16688|That he who speaks our name 16688|And fights for us to-day." 16688|Now let each man stand and say, 16688|"I have a right 16688|That this war be won; 16688|It is theirs who slay us here. 16688|And I have the right. 16688|I am the man to slay them here 16688|For they have no right here. 16688|They fought for us before; 16688|Now let us fight for them once more; 16688|O, to the brave and free 16688|From the bondage of oppression, 16688|From the yoke and the thraldom!" 16688|If men will not defend their homes, 16688|If women will not defend their wives, 16688|For life and liberty there's sorrow 16688|Among men's enemies. 16688|To every nation of men 16688|From east to west 16688|This warning is for you; 16688|That in their ranks there are foes, 16688|That they will do you hurt. 16688|They will try you in their land, 16688|They will try you in their homes; 16688|They will try you in their hands, 16688|In battle most of all. 16688|The brave and manly race, 16688|They shall be strong, 16688|And they shall be free. 16688|Let every soul in you 16688|Stand firmly to the right, 16688|Where glory is. 16688|The spirit of the free, 16688|Till time shall cease. 16688|The spirit of mankind 16688|Through the night and through the day. 16688|The spirit of the great, 16688|Till the world grow old. 16688|To all the people of the earth, 16688|This warning give; 16688|That from their hands be seized 16688|The sword and the fire. 16688|"The day was dark, but the night had not yet appeared; 16688|The storm was on the sea, and the tempests were aloud." 16688|"And I was weary, yet still I sat in my rocking-chair, 16688|Singing a song all unmissable, unhoped of before." 16688|"My heart is sick, my brain is dim, 16688|My senses all were blind, 16688|My hands were stone,--there I am, 16688|Till the day was dark." 16688|"My heart is sore, my brain is vex'd, 16688|My senses all are deaf-- 16688|I cannot think, I cannot die,-- 16688|I dream of things unseen; 16688|I was a fish, a fish, a fish; 16688|I wish I were a tree." 16688|"My heart is faint with joy, my face a tomb; 16688|I am a tree, a tree, a tree; 16688|I see,--I see,--but it is night, 16688|So I am dead." 16688|"I am a ghost, I am a ghost, 16688|I haunt the stormy east, 16688|My soul all desolate; 16688|All hope is past, all longing fled,-- 16688|I, too, shall be a ghost." 16688|"A bark broke oar in the waters blue, 16688|And flung against the sky 16688|A white-feathered bird ======================================== SAMPLE 7230 ======================================== 2678|There is a great chasm 2678|Stretching far and wide across the blue and the green, 2678|Its name is the Cathedral Ward. 2678|And the spirits of the dead 2678|In their marble cots in the Cathedral dwell, 2678|Wrapt in their shrouds of azure, 2678|And their coffins are of bronzed 2678|Bronze or green, 2678|And they rest in peace 2678|By the cathedral gate, 2678|The great cathedral seat, 2678|In a silent, spectral sleep. 2678|Aye, by that grave on the church slope 2678|(Which, you know, is so famous, 2678|Built famous, you know, 2678|Which the Dutchmen cleared 2678|With their blood-hounds and dogs, 2678|Ere the Dutch could read 2678|The King could write!) 2678|You may have seen, or fancy you have, 2678|A coffin under the churchyard stones. 2678|And where that coffin is, 2678|Is a space covered with moss 2678|And with flowers, and ivy and bees, 2678|And a shady nook for early birds. 2678|There, in a spring night, 2678|While the world was dreaming, 2678|I lay, and listened 2678|To a far sweet music, like the song 2678|Of springs at morning in the woodlands 2678|Or of springs by brooks, 2678|Or of springs in summer 2678|In a dawn of day, 2678|When the winds are still 2678|And the sun looks down 2678|On gardens all alive with blossoms. 2678|And over all the place 2678|Flutter, unutterable flutter, 2678|Strange singing birds, 2678|Strange, rapturous singing 2678|Songs of the holy air-- 2678|Strange, unutterable fluttering, 2678|Strains of ecstasy, 2678|Rays of glory, 2678|Sweet, transcendent singing 2678|Of songs beyond all description. 2678|Sung by the monks of Czala. 2678|You will never hear in music fresh and clear 2678|The chant of the holy monks of Czala 2678|For which their chanting voice long since has gone 2678|Pealing over crags of Oman toward the West, 2678|Till the monstres and the citherns of Spain 2678|Sing through it in a golden ecstasy of time, 2678|For it is the chant of them of Czala.... 2678|Sing on, ye monks of Czala! 2678|You have heard the song.... 2678|_There was a white mist over Belgium before Reubens was baptized_ 2678|There is but one God, 2678|He is great and good; 2678|He will let all the little things in the garden live 2678|Who know Him and trust Him! 2678|I did not think to ask 2678|Much of you, dear. 2678|But you have shown me, 2678|I have seen you. 2678|But you have shown me, 2678|I have known you! 2678|In the little room 2678|Where I lie at night, 2678|What a touch of wonderland it is to see 2678|Your hands in mine! 2678|I am warmed through and through 2678|By the fire of love, 2678|By the touch of Him who is over all, 2678|Who makes this frail bond of our two lives sing: 2678|This spark that burns in me alive through all the years, 2678|Which, being kindled by your vision, kindles me 2678|With that same fire of love-- 2678|This enkindling of the soul, that kindles the whole, 2678|I would gladly give to only you, to you alone! 2678|Dear, you have given. 2678|Only you have taken 2678|Only by loving me, 2678|Only you have given me that which is past 2678|And future, all unknown and all forgot. 2678|I had thought to think you dead. 2678|But the finger of Him who is over all, 2678|Who makes this frail bond of our two lives sing ======================================== SAMPLE 7240 ======================================== 8187|Or that the little children smile and swing 8187|On a black horse _up a hill_--when the world 8187|Is all their own? 8187|But, oh! to be alone! to walk once more 8187|Where the lone sunshiny hills and glens 8187|Are seen against the gray-blue mountain's brink, 8187|To hear the wild stream roaring through the snow 8187|And hear a bird's call overhead 8187|Thee, with me; to close an eye to sleep 8187|In the dark garden of our hearts, and feel 8187|The world was fair, and all was lovely there. 8187|Not only all--the sunshine, the bright stream, 8187|The birds and the brook, and the black bird's call, 8187|But thy pale form, pale with the golden years, 8187|And the white maiden whom in life thou mad'st me? 8187|And oh! thou hast no memory and none, 8187|Of the joys that first thee came unto me, 8187|Of the longed-for words, with rapture of surprise, 8187|That fluttered and murmured round thee like love! 8187|But when thou wentest from me from thy friend 8187|To the lonely grave from the court of death, 8187|When, with the rest, I lay in my coffin by 8187|The mystic portal thy steps to follow, 8187|And with me, in that calm hour, were not 8187|Those hearts of thy love, that love's warm tears, 8187|Too deeply, too deeply in my bonds to start?-- 8187|No, nor that pure joy of thy heart-broken song, 8187|When from thy breast the tender clasp of love, 8187|All wakened by thy hand, was unfelt and won! 8187|I never heard them now--nor did they sing 8187|The strains, whereof that mournful strain was bidden. 8187|No, not in my ear was that song-bird told 8187|That when I rose to my life's meridian, 8187|From thy dear hand no more thy spirit sent 8187|To me, its soul and all its happiness, 8187|Not in that moment did I feel that heart's 8187|Allure and light, which I, so dear to thee, 8187|Knew was thine all day. No, not that strain 8187|For me, to which the voice of thy song 8187|With accents half-utterable hath spoken; 8187|But the sad tear-drop, which thro' many years 8187|Hath in it not one drop's ebb but fall, 8187|That was for thee. No, not those strains, which 8187|The sweetest airs of the morning have breathed 8187|When over the mountain the sun has chased 8187|His silver hairs that glow in the dew-dropping flowers, 8187|And from the lonely forest the boy has run 8187|With his little song-bird to his refuge there; 8187|But--well I know not--even then--oh, never 8187|(Oh! never such strains could I recall!) 8187|To me those songs of the summer were sung, 8187|Those notes, like those of the morning and morn, 8187|When the full year was young and all heaven was smiling. 8187|"Oh! never have I seen one but--a poet,-- 8187|"No! not the gay young wreath upon the bowers 8187|"Of my native land, or the young maiden 8187|"The flower of all the earth, that she should 8187|"Rise in the form of--dear, but alas for me! 8187|"Not be a poet, though he be the best; 8187|"But a poet--ah, no, not more a thief 8187|"Of souls than they to me were soul for--" 8187|For, while as he spoke one dark face grew red 8187|In the whole room with such a sudden flush, 8187|As if lightning flashed thro' the sable hair; 8187|For one instant, all was dark--that instant, all 8187|Seemed dark to me--as when in our youth 8187|We look through a cloudy and misty veil 8187|Upon a glimmering light, and we ======================================== SAMPLE 7250 ======================================== 14591|A woman, a child, a tree, 14591|All I can say, is, I'm glad! 14591|To what end, you ask? 14591|I'll tell you what: 14591|As soon as she's won a good-luck charm, 14591|What use to tell the reason? 14591|The child will love me too. 14591|And I must speak plainly. 14591|I, and no more, 14591|Have gained, at last, my wish. 14591|Good luck, dear! 14591|Good luck, my sweet! 14591|How soon can money buy 14591|The pleasure of making love unto one and all? 14591|How soon, as, one by one, they all are saved away, 14591|And for the last, when I am dead--how quickly will my heart 14591|Forget its fondest hopes,--all the past fondness, all the joy, 14591|And, with its most precious treasure, die! 14591|The child is young, 14591|And what is best of all for youth is happiness. 14591|She takes an apple from the tree, 14591|And cries, "Do not spill it, dear! 14591|Spread out the table, and close the door, 14591|And do not shut the door! 14591|I came a long and glad-eyed life 14591|To wander forth, to dwell with thee!" 14591|The table is laid with care 14591|Close closed; there she goes to seek 14591|Thee in the house beyond. 14591|At last she comes, and on the stair 14591|She sits and sighs and cries; 14591|And over thee, dear sister, there 14591|She weeps and sighs and cries. 14591|Oh thou dear eyes! A thousand woes 14591|I've racked within them! 14591|Oh the hundred thousand cares! 14591|All that never I have known! 14591|How oft, my friend, it was thy care 14591|To teach them to me, to guide 14591|My footsteps on the road of truth 14591|Thou hast so oft done!--And now, 14591|To-day, with tearless gaze, 14591|The dear old soul is at thy side, 14591|And thou hast looked to see 14591|How the long day has been to thee, 14591|And of myself, and, oh, how good 14591|It is that thou art near! 14591|I, who for a long, long time, 14591|Seek in his faithless hand 14591|For comfort where I can find. 14591|What though in the forest's shade 14591|I long my spirit see, 14591|And look within the eyes of hate, 14591|With open joy and smile; 14591|But, by his side, for evermore, 14591|I feel a brotherhood, 14591|And, through the tender fellowship, 14591|Have gain of a new faith! 14591|And all the faith and hope for me 14591|On his holy spirit, be, 14591|"Come, let us to our brother know, 14591|I will be his, and he his only!" 14591|The world is so full of strife, 14591|So full, that death is the only cure; 14591|The old religion's empty talk! 14591|In faith, and in hope, my soul forsworn, 14591|It calls for consolation divine,-- 14591|A spirit-dance, from earth to heaven! 14591|Hither, hither! 14591|To the door; there's one 14591|Come bargains-conscious, 14591|Who would purchase, 14591|That is, to me. 14591|A little, and at five tons, 14591|For that you must sit down there, and eat; 14591|How much it costs! 'Tis not much, I grant. 14591|But in a year, of course, the old belief 14591|Would have to go, and all at once. 14591|I'm sorry, I'll tell you why. 14591|There's a house in town, 14591|It's not quite convenient, I own; 14591|The best I know, of course, is the Place des Voeux, ======================================== SAMPLE 7260 ======================================== 4332|I am a child of love and fire 4332|And a fire of longing, but I cannot be-- 4332|I cannot live, nor see, nor understand. 4332|I am broken. I am broken--stumbled upon life, 4332|But I was unawares. I did not know 4332|The purpose of this passion for a dream. 4332|I should be better, better, if I would be; 4332|Forgetting the brokenness that I know, 4332|The bitterness, the passion, the pain.... 4332|I am broken. I--broken--but I cannot die-- 4332|I--broken--I--broken--but I cannot be-- 4332|I cannot live, nor see, nor understand. 4332|And when we meet again, and the old night 4332|Blows, as it always does, about the face, 4332|You shall not see this stone or touch this wood. 4332|And yet-- 4332|You may not. The light will not kill you: 4332|You will be changed, your spirit shall not change; 4332|There is no life but through death-- 4332|No death but death. 4332|I know the light will not kill you; 4332|I know the light will not kill you; 4332|I know what the light will not kill you: 4332|The light may not kill the living, only the dead; 4332|The dead never leave their graves-- 4332|The dead don't have to die. 4332|So take your hand from your face 4332|And lay it on your heart, 4332|And you shall feel how the light will not kill you, 4332|Though you shall never die-- 4332|The dead never have to die. 4332|I know it will not kill you-- 4332|It will not kill you; 4332|But your hands will slip from your hands, 4332|And fall where the rain has not killed you; 4332|And you shall think, with a smile, 4332|There is nothing a dead man cannot forgive, 4332|Or a God can do for him out of his pity. 4332|I know it will not kill you-- 4332|It will not kill you. 4332|But your eyes shall find tears-- 4332|And your heart shall leap and thrill to the sound of the sound. 4332|And you shall know how the light will not kill you, 4332|Though you have lived too long; 4332|And you shall know that you can trust, whatever the night brings, 4332|The light that never Kills; 4332|That you may trust the old sun. 4513|and out of her heart 4513|He wrote as she read 4513|of the sky, and all of the stars 4513|in their glory, 4513|With only the one star 4513|which seemed all too great: 4513|And the words were very like 4513|words to and fro 4513|of the sun and the night, 4513|As she read them at the light 4513|of the sunrise of love. 4513|and she knew 4513|It was not the sky 4513|She saw in her dreams, 4513|the sky of her dreams, 4513|That was not like the sky 4513|She saw in her dreams 4513|of the sky, and all of the stars 4513|in their glory 4513|As she sat in her study and read 4513|in her soul's last hour 4513|her love's ending 4513|As she sat in her study and listened 4513|in her soul's last hour 4513|for the end of the end of the end of love. 4513|They had been lovers long, 4513|long ago, 4513|and they had loved, 4513|and I remember 4513|as the last hour of life 4513|in the love's death-bed 4513|and the last hour of love 4513|at the resurrection of life. 4513|The time is full, 4513|when the roses show 4513|their blood-red hair 4513|like the heads of the angels, 4513|in purple array, 4513|with holy wings-- 4513|the angels, 4513|with crowns like pearls ======================================== SAMPLE 7270 ======================================== 1165|And one that's not of the house: 1165|"You are too good to be of the house! 1165|Why can't you leave me then? 1165|My heart is a house of pain -- 1165|A long time ago my heart was yours, 1165|And so you are, as well." 1165|A great hand passed out: the last that knelt 1165|On either head that knelt, 1165|Saying,"My God, we will have thee now! 1165|What, and let love lie dead?" 1165|The great hands came, and touched the dead, 1165|And changed the dead to his will. 1165|You came to me of your own free will, 1165|You who were not of us, 1165|And I saw my soul on your hands tied, 1165|And the great hands that knelt and pray, 1165|And my God, my God, they are dead. 1165|I'm sick of gods, and they all come down to hell, 1165|And I'm sick of you; and, God, my God, I am mad; 1165|I'd rather be a bird in a cage of wire 1165|With long, black wire to branch and sway and sway, 1165|Than live upon earth like a brute and have a god. 1165|But I'm a bird of a higher order, you see; 1165|So I will be content: there is little left for me. 1165|For when this body is broke up and thrown away 1165|And thrown away with all its gods and its pains, 1165|You shall find wings in the sky; and if there be 1165|Some poor gods on earth who would make their nest there, 1165|You shall fly to them, and teach them of your way. 1165|You're old, I'm old, and we sit here side by side -- 1165|We're old, and we have made our peace with death, 1165|And I might live and you might die, but spare 1165|The sight of earth. We do not touch a stem, 1165|But we do not sit here side by side to stir. 1165|We've kept our hand over our lives -- let go it then 1165|And be upon with one accord -- who knows how? -- 1165|What's grown so long? It grows to much. You grow 1165|By creeping, not by killing; you have the gift 1165|You say, and I have neither the gift nor need. 1165|I have not grown without your will; I must live 1165|To see it, if I have the chance, and so 1165|That will come true, for even it says death is sweet. 1165|"Life is the gift of God to help us do good. 1165|Life is his child. Give him all his work upon earth, 1165|And he will give his praise back to you when you 1165|Eat from your hand; and when at last you stand 1165|Frown to the crowd, and you and I shall hold 1165|Both equal and unfatted, and the wise 1165|Shall say we've been a little oversmart. 1165|And then death calls you: be it whatever will, 1165|You shall have something to eat; and what you eat 1165|He will not lose, for nothing he takes away 1165|But what is food for you in the time to come." 1165|O God, can it be I dare to make reply, 1165|If once more from our lips there fleckings of speech 1165|And words of gladness wash the dust, and my cheek 1165|Be turned for ever to the sun, for evermore 1165|To crimson and rose, and my heart's desire, 1165|And all that ages makes and all that's vain, 1165|And all that is and all that shall be -- 1165|That it is ever, ever in me -- but oh, not thus? 1165|Now, once again, I pray thee, in the name of all 1165|That live on earth and move in it -- 1165|What were my answers, if the name of I 1165|Were not of one, the beloved, of one? 1165|Who knows no man in any age or place, 1165|Nations, kings, nor stars ======================================== SAMPLE 7280 ======================================== 1034|In silence and in gloom, 1034|And all the day a hound or two 1034|Did feed upon his face, 1034|And all the night a hound or two 1034|Would lean and drink his eyes. 1034|And all the night he prayed 'till dawn 1034|Should make their prayers more sweet, 1034|And when the daylight's last step fell 1034|He prayed till the sky grew grey. 1034|And when the darkness made him bleed 1034|He prayed, and when the evening died, 1034|That the day's light might be shed out 1034|From every star on earth. 1034|He prayed the stars and all the night 1034|'Neath every star that's in the sky, 1034|And all the night he prayed 'till day 1034|And when he prayed 'till day was won 1034|He prayed till he prayed 'till he was dead. 1034|And when his soul was on the earth, 1034|And when the light was in his eyes 1034|He laid him down to sleep. 1034|And when he slept, 't was sweet to think 1034|His soul was back on earth again 1034|And safe from sorrows, lies and sin, 1034|And loving like his God. 1034|'T was sweet to think upon a night 1034|When on his little bare feet 1034|He trod the weary solace of 1034|The little dead he loved. 1034|To think that while the day was bright 1034|And in his eyes the roseate 1034|Of his rosebud arms again 1034|His heart was kissing flowers. 1034|'T was sweet to lie and watch 1034|His life among the living 1034|Like a fair-faced humming-bee 1034|With golden wings to stay. 1034|A little woman came in with tray 1034|Of sugar-cane and coffee-weed 1034|And dried the tears from my eyes and said, 1034|"We think you'll like your tea to-morrow." 1034|"I will," I answered, and left the place, 1034|And thought of her in my heart alway; 1034|Then came to the garden and stood under the tree, 1034|And watched the silver tails of silver-plummed doves. 1034|And then, when the moon came up from her night of gloom, 1034|I cast away my fears about my coming love. 1034|For in the morning, when their little nests were full, 1034|The birds would come together, humming "We will go!" 1034|But I was distracted, for when I had come and gat, 1034|One of the eggs hung open, and I saw a bird. 1034|It was a very happy day for her and for me, 1034|For we had found the one we wanted, so we took it home. 1034|By day we cooked it silently on the hob, 1034|And at night I had to feed the little ones alone. 1034|At night I saw the green and rosy faces of them, 1034|And heard the little laugh, 1034|But I had no idea what lay inside the shell, 1034|For she never stirred. 1034|And yet they lived and laughed and fondled us three. 1034|And then came the dark and terrible night, 1034|And I had to ask, 1034|"Is this a fairy fable, or were you there once, 1034|My own dear child?" 1034|So it was night when I learned that it was day, 1034|And we went away 1034|To roam in the wilderness, and I learned my lesson 1034|With a sick heart and aching eyes. 1034|"We never will go back," I cried. For at the door 1034|I still saw the little birdlets flock about the place, 1034|And I knew that we would never come again. 1034|I would have gone back again, but I lost my way, 1034|And it's grown ever since to be the only thing 1034|For dead trees and rocks in the lonely road, 1034|But the thing has never left the window where it lay. 1034|When I was young, I used to run and hide and be, 1034| ======================================== SAMPLE 7290 ======================================== 28375|And of the world's vast universe, which he might 28375|Have found--and who hath ever found--thee? 28375|If thou, O world, wouldst take thee to thine heart, 28375|Then by that heart wouldst make thyself one stone 28375|Set over him whom thy world didst make. 28375|When death, with all his ills, draws nigh 28375|What man is not afraid, 28375|While he who hath done more lives than he knows 28375|Finds his old life at the last day? 28375|He who hath loved, and still doth live with hope, 28375|Though now of this world he should lie-- 28375|If he who lived most rightly lives and longs, 28375|What is't, in his old age, to die? 28375|When death is in the wings, and in the wind, 28375|And in the wind--it will not fly-- 28375|And in the wind--it is not we 28375|Whose hands have given the last breath! 28375|Then why, O death, be afraid, 28375|When in the midst of life we are so near? 28375|And death will give the glad old way, 28375|With all his old dearest friends. 28375|Farewell! when thy great ship's crew, 28375|Will leave thee in the ocean, 28375|Then let thy soul go forth, 28375|And, for thy place in Heaven, 28375|Return to leave thee there. 28375|When thou shalt die, and, dying, 28375|Leave thy friends all desolate, 28375|Then come on wings of peace, 28375|To sing the last farewell. 28375|But thou wilt live but few days, 28375|And then thou'lt leave this earth, 28375|And, that thou canst never cease, 28375|Return to join thy Angels. 28375|I send this verse, to thee, not 28375|As some great public object, 28375|But for one very reason, 28375|And this, to show thee my thanks 28375|This day, for all thy kindness; 28375|Because my reasons are not 28375|So simply known; and I 28375|Must give thee praise for something 28375|That is not thanks enough. 28375|'Tis true, that thou art far 28375|Beyond my understanding, 28375|And havest given so little, 28375|That I, too, have eyes more clear 28375|To see this life of ours, 28375|And all the pleasure and pain, 28375|And all the blessings we gain 28375|Wherewith we live, than we-- 28375|A little thing, I take it, 28375|Could alter much of time's whole. 28375|A little thing--thus I write-- 28375|Can make us two as bright 28375|As two of younger year, 28375|And fill, perhaps, thy heart 28375|With a more rich delight. 28375|Or it may happen, then, that 28375|There may arise in thee 28375|A higher state of bliss, 28375|That thou and I may not 28375|In this world, for ages hence, 28375|Be one contentment find. 28375|That we may never, then, 28375|Be lovers yet, and live 28375|One good lived, but live another. 28375|To this condition do not then 28375|My wishes for my views assign, 28375|For, in thy happy words, 28375|I find a word for more; 28375|And to thy name my own will be 28375|And all thy life's dear things teach. 28375|Thou seem'st to say--and I adore-- 28375|I will not live; I can't be 28375|A part of this world, and keep 28375|One happiness I could. 28375|So--thou wilt not say, though--in hope 28375|To live as yet is this world's bliss, 28375|Still--I will not be forlorn, 28375|But make an art. I do believe, 28375|In this, as in the tree, 28375|I shall be made divine. 28375|But I shall have no part of this 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 7300 ======================================== 42076|I know what he means when he asks me to tell 42076|Of things a little known to you! 42076|I have known what his purpose may be, 42076|How he seeks to lead us aright; 42076|In the light of a thousand years, 42076|And how God's will must rule the same 42076|That bids us obey His call! 42076|No matter where he comes, or when, 42076|Or what His message, we must do! 42076|'Tis mine to keep Him close at hand, 42076|Away where the hostile armies can't find him! 42076|THE Lord God gave His Spirit and His Children and His 42076|enemies-- 42076|His own bright shining Angels-- 42076|His Word to mankind-- 42076|His chosen servants-- 42076|He gave His Glory and His Wisdom and His Kingdom to 42076|GIRL, come and learn! 42076|Come and learn! The King has throned you there on His radiant 42076|seats. 42076|Come and learn, the great Word! 42076|(Ah, girls, beware!) 42076|Come and learn--and let us feel the mighty truth from 42076|the heart. 42076|Come and learn! And if you dare not, 42076|(I fear me, girls, but oh, I love you!) 42076|Come and learn! But one thing, you must do: 42076|(Come, and do it, girls!) 42076|Come and learn! For when God's Spirit comes 42076|And bids you be taught, 42076|You must do His task--and learn aright! 42076|I have prayed and told you all, from the start-- 42076|How, in spite of earth's sin, 42076|Thy spirit shines with a grace 42076|No earthly prayer can match! 42076|I have prayed and told you all, from the first. 42076|Ah, God! how I've loved you!--from early morn, 42076|And until the close of day, 42076|When, weak beneath the weight of care, 42076|I lay you to bed, 42076|And watched you, with a father's awe, 42076|For the first time, 42076|As I laid you to rest; 42076|Then when you lay your eyelids to sleep, 42076|I have kissed your brow and dreamed in your breast 42076|Your first silent dream. 42076|Oh, God! have I sinned? Have I sinned 42076|And failed His behest? 42076|Have I sinned, or have I forgot? 42076|Have I sinned beyond control? 42076|I am here now--upon my throne, 42076|And so, I know, shall you. 42076|"_I can see the stars when noonday shines, 42076|And the moon when the night is still--" 42076|Ah, no! and you have missed 42076|Your chance to catch the first light 42076|Of my star-cups. 42076|"_I can hear when stars faint in the sky 42076|And when they shine by day so clear; 42076|But the sound of my words is shrill and low 42076|When you hear them all._" 42076|What if you have missed your chance 42076|To be unto me 42076|A father and a mother, sweet and dear 42076|As is the first light of a star? 42076|You have missared the world 42076|And my heart and my life, 42076|But I am here now 42076|With the love that lies in the deep of my soul, 42076|As it lies in the deep of this woman's love. 42076|I KNOW that you hate my face, 42076|That you hate my soul in light. 42076|I know that you'd kill yourself, 42076|That you'd drown in your grief, 42076|If you could-- 42076|This is the way we hate 42076|The friend of our sweethearts, whom we hate so, 42076|Whose heart has made us so, 42076|Whose mouth has filled us with so many a deadly tear-- 42076|All are one with this woman of our days! 42076|And you? Ah, no! 42076 ======================================== SAMPLE 7310 ======================================== 1731|With many a face of flame, 1731|And the old wind sighing 1731|A long, loud, sighing, sighing 1731|With his throat a-chuck, 1731|And the old wind sighing 1731|The old, old wind 1731|Whose soul is like the wind 1731|Whose life is like the flame 1731|Of a thousand sunsets in a night. 1731|O, my soul, be sure 1731|That I shall never pass 1731|Out of his sight, out of his life, 1731|Out of his side of the old wind's will: 1819|For there is something far too sublime, 1819|Too beautiful about thee, 1819|Beyond the grave or fancy-land, 1819|Thy marble-moulded likeness. 1819|Thy smile, thy speech, are dead; 1819|These are the bones of what once was 1819|Thy smiling mouth, thy tender face. 1819|The marble cruelly marred 1819|For thee! Yea, the marble red! 1819|For all that once was light, dark, true, 1819|Thou, from thy childhood, art estranged 1819|From thy young childhood! In some dim 1819|Anacreon-sleep or deep repose 1819|That is not thine, thou dost repine. 1819|There are strange memories, 1819|Thou sickening here, of the dead school-time days, 1819|When thy fine sense, too, had a charm, 1819|As mine still has, to me thou wert 1819|An ancient fool! But what to thee 1819|Of the old days is all so strange, 1819|I had an ancient friend, and a friend too! 1819|O the old days! 1819|Oh, the old days! 1819|Long, long, long ago, 1819|They were the same as they are to-day-- 1819|The old days! 1819|I've heard a lot of talk, for old time's sake, 1819|Of that great Greek-Macedonian band 1819|Whom Euripus heard of when he drank too much 1819|And got a bit bold. They must have been 1819|More like the blackguards of the tribe 1819|Of Pharian Cyrenor, or like you 1819|That you've chosen to love me, than like those 1819|Sons of Jove who dwell just up the hill. 1819|But the Greeks have got things so comfortable 1819|We all would be contented in our own, 1819|Could we but live in those old days! 1819|The great Polydamas, that was his name, 1819|So noble and so strong, 1819|Was a great singer when a boy, 1819|In the old days before the times were old, 1819|And he sang many a splendid song. 1819|And every one of us agreed, 1819|While he was singing of his dear love, 1819|To make him part of a great chorus, 1819|And join him in a great chorus. 1819|It was the great chorus of the Greeks: 1819|The people of the island-land 1819|In the old days had all forgotten 1819|Their old-world story quite as much as they now; 1819|And Jove, to make them understand, 1819|Wrote them this great song of ours, 1819|Which all their faces smiled to see, 1819|And which our ancient tongues shall know, 1819|And which all poets ever sang. 1819|He who wrote this great song of ours 1819|(Our fathers called him Genius), 1819|For his great genius may be counted 1819|In the sacred number of three; 1819|And for his great genius we shall praise 1819|Him that wrote such a great song of ours 1819|(We think he's mighty powerful yet, 1819|And it was written in such a way 1819|That he should ever have a fame like his). 1819|"O thou that art the world's great lover, 1819|That art great in thy renown, 1819|Hold thy heart up, thou poet great, 1819|And vow unto me, O world, n ======================================== SAMPLE 7320 ======================================== 1304|The green is a long, long lane 1304|Where I need not look behind. 1304|My heart is a happy tree, 1304|My head is a wreath of May; 1304|My feet on the grass, where they lie 1304|A month ago they were bare. 1304|My tongue is a feather well, 1304|My hair is the gold of May, 1304|I go to the wood at noon 1304|To take my daily walk; 1304|'Twas there at dew of morn 1304|A woman I did meet, 1304|Who would fain be my guide-- 1304|But she knew not the way, 1304|And in spite thereof she cried, 1304|And on the way we stood. 1304|To me 'twas sweet in silence, 1304|To her 'twas sweet alone: 1304|We did not speak, I ween; 1304|But she soothed me in pain, 1304|And when I could not speak, 1304|She kissed my mouth and brow, 1304|And we traveled on 1304|And said, 'Now rest thee, Fair'; 1304|And oft at noontide 1304|When she put out the lights, 1304|I wished that I were in her place. 1304|And thus I wandered 1304|Till the night was over, 1304|And the wind from the North came in. 1304|And in the morning 1304|Beside the glowing 1304|Star I lay dead; 1304|Beside the hearth I lay dead. 1304|When a faint light shone on my tomb, I sat 1304|A hasty spectator:--The dark vault 1304|Stood motionless, and the gloom, the gloom 1304|Seemed more oppressive than the tomb's inaction:-- 1304|And as I gazed, some strange, strange presence 1304|Broke through the veil of solemn silence, 1304|To my astonishment wrenched it, 1304|And stood before me. 1304|I turned me round, in heart that seemed not there, 1304|With horror I saw myself in front of me 1304|A figure, one in whom my life had been lost; 1304|A presence, that came with no inquiries 1304|Of yesterday or of to-morrow, 1304|And left me, in an indolent, unconscious state-- 1304|I, who had been a man! 1304|I could not speak, I could not make a sound; 1304|I could not turn to him; and so I lay 1304|Sleepless, and saw my God emerge. 1304|It was in sorrow I first heard, and oh! 1304|In pain I could not help myself! 1304|I did not move; and I had no strength 1304|To bear myself through what was done; 1304|And I cried unto the power that was there-- 1304|My God! 'Twas the last thing I heard say! 1304|And I woke out of my bliss, and cried, 1304|'Thou hast done it:' but when I awoke, 1304|My thoughts were all of this woman. 1304|My heart was in hell, and I was in hell too, 1304|And I heard my God at the dawning day, 1304|How he set me about, and made me cry, 1304|And how he took my soul, and how He came 1304|At the last hour, with the curse on his head: 1304|How he gave me death without atonement, 1304|And how my body was broken; and again 1304|How he paid me, with the wages of Cain, 1304|When I left his vow, and how I was saved. 1304|These were the great themes of my world-wide study; 1304|These are the great plaudits; now my soul's devotions 1304|I'll sing, and if I sing right, Heaven's ear shall hear it: 1304|O how should I muse on themes which only die 1304|When once the heart, awake, re-creates the theme! 1304|The stars that had been dim, 1304|Now shine with eager gleams. 1304|The moon's pale beam is cast. 1304|They all, the ======================================== SAMPLE 7330 ======================================== 1054|"I hap him here a man," quoide he to the King, 1054|"For ever-near. 1054|"Now hear my bid, say to the King," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Come yare, do not frae me tofore I woo ye; 1054|For ye shall be a virgin to my dear sawe man." 1054|"Now pray me hoo," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Come to me to, for I haue a word to say, 1054|Wherefore frae hence youre abode so nakid, 1054|I saw that ye were coming frae a garth." 1054|"For a carle," quoide he to the King, 1054|"For a carle I will goe, for I am sair; 1054|And saie to God that frae the carle I am free, 1054|That he take my soule from me to the end." 1054|"For a cupp of binneth, if you be a carle, 1054|And aye a stranger to me," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Sae be it so, the cupp be a brauald to me, 1054|For nae mair shall I neede it of the King." 1054|"For a knave, be the man, I will nae braue, 1054|And a man of a cupp, I will saue nae braar. 1054|"For a kyrk, be the man, ye shall get but me; 1054|I will be the kyrk of a brauald to yours: 1054|He shall get my soule from you to the end. 1054|"For a weel," quoide he to the King, 1054|"To have a well I shaafe well nae mair; 1054|For a weel," quoide he to the King, 1054|"For a brauld cupp o' baith to the end." 1054|"But for a kende," quoide he to the King, 1054|"I givee nae brae at all for a brauld caff; 1054|An he that's wae and deepe," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Sae shall he fare to the end of his life." 1054|"I am a fool, for your bane," quoide he to the King, 1054|"Sae may I fare a fool to the end o' life." 1054|"But for a fool," quoide he to the King, 1054|"I will goe and woo frae the braualds my lyf; 1054|But for a fool," quoide he to the King, 1054|"And that a King may get a brauld kye, 1054|I pray God send me a brauld wedded wife-- 1054|I shaafe nae brauld to the end o' life." 1054|"I haue my will," quoide he to the King, 1054|"And I haue the will o' all that live; 1054|If the King wyll a brauld carle be, 1054|It shall be mine at an hundred hert." 1054|"For a kye." The King was mute, 1054|Till he heard the last word speak. 1054|"Yf I hae my brake, my kye, my wekie, 1054|With a hundred sheyne to his pomeene, 1054|That braue man shall fare to the end o' life." 1054|"For the King." Ye never dauntest sithen men daunt, 1054|And say, as if he were a fool. 1054|"O for the land! and the braun of the land! 1054|An I were set at an hundred hert." 1054|"For my son," quoose the King to the King, 1054|"Sae doo I now begin to dee: 1054|And for his kye, and his brau, and his wekie, 1054|That braue life they shall goe to the end o' life." 1054|"For a kene." The King was mute, 1054|Till he heard the last word speak. 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 7340 ======================================== 24269|By the fair maid who bore me; but she now is in my bed, 24269|To the dread of my friends, the hero I have placed. 24269|Thou first, brave Agamemnon, I would now fain have told 24269|The journey of our journey, and the woes of thy woe. 24269|To the end the Goddess of the ocean we must tell, 24269|How from the isle that lies, thy ship hath past the shore, 24269|And to his land of rest has come another of his train. 24269|There is an isle in the sea, long trodden by mankind 24269|But now by a race of giants far famed for their strength. 24269|From his cliff-tops the shipwrecks fall, but the land stands fast. 24269|There dwell the valiant, and a house is built on the waves, 24269|And a town, and an embassy, and a city of old fame, 24269|In the fair town, the sov'reign, whom the Gods acknowledge, 24269|In the form of a youth, who in the lap of a maid 24269|Was born into this land, and in the first years of man. 24269|But he, the noble youth, in the end, by the care of Heaven 24269|Was chosen to manage the vast fleet, and was to be 24269|Captain of all the ships, who should defend the ships. 24269|When, therefore, I had finished, thus I spake, and bade 24269|Them and themselves, all the men of the Grecian host 24269|Bring benches, and refresh for my discerning minds; 24269|But me I found absent, for I left this my toil 24269|In the ship's stern, and entered into a land unknown, 24269|Where dwell the dwellers in a city not far remote. 24269|But they, to whom I came, with ready speed prepared 24269|That food for my mouth, while I in their presence retired. 24269|But my mind in my thought would not be left on the thing 24269|Called by my mother; therefore, by the Queen of Love, 24269|Sappho, in which I heard the language known to men, 24269|I gave her a song and a will that, when she pleased, 24269|These, or some better song, I, sitting beside her, 24269|Should with her song and will supply for my own needs. 24269|That done, at length, Ulysses took his sable bark 24269|From the hand of Antinous; for he had long been on 24269|A distant strand, but, now arrived, found no one to know 24269|For him the gift; and at his door he stood, and begged 24269|With clasped hands, and by so much the more exhuberant 24269|That his solicitude was all appall'd of delay, 24269|Till, at the last, his gracious mother would have given 24269|To him the gifts so long desired, but that he was 24269|Alone; for all the multitude, now home returned, 24269|And to the Queen the story present, had left town. 24269|But we, I next, the banquet of the Gods prepare. 24269|There wait we all the guests of the illustrious King. 24269|To us, for aught that I discern'd, the banquet goes 24269|Of the immortals with most excell'd expense, 24269|For nothing it furnisheth ever, and we all, 24269|The more endowed with wisdom, have greater leisure. 24269|But, therefore, in the hour of solemnity, 24269|When there are for all to commune in the presence 24269|Of the Sov'reign Sire, and, by his suzerain's aid 24269|(Who now, if not by his behest, is now by ours), 24269|Thy guest will I address, and ask about thy son. 24269|But if, for any cause, thy mother, from her cares, 24269|Remands thee not, nor of thy coming hear entreaty 24269|From those her own who by my mother's pains 24269|Were kindly hospitably entertained, 24269|I, with a portion of the banquet, will give 24269|Delicious to all, and, from the banquet, myself 24269|Will ask the men of my ======================================== SAMPLE 7350 ======================================== 24869|With eager gaze on Rávaṇ’s form they turn; 24869|And every eager glance and trembling hand 24869|Forth from the palace to the hall they bear. 24869|As on they rush with every grace of pole 24869|Fierce flames the eyes of Rávaṇ’s watchers shine. 24869|From his great throne a lion-lord who seemed 24869|A thousand-eyed might-beast giant rose: 24869|His mantle round his limbs was cloth’d o’er 24869|With gleaming gems that sparkled as they played. 24869|When Sítá, Sítá’s soul that love 24869|For Ráma for her lord so high, 24869|When he had thus the hero viewed, 24869|On Ráma thus his speech resumed: 24869|“The sons of Raghu, I beseech thee, bring 24869|The noble warrior Sítá back.” 24869|When Ráma heard his brother’s rede 24869|With kindly heart, his brother’s speech 24869|Still brighter than the starry light 24869|That smiles upon it, he began: 24869|“Ayoo, brother, Sítá, Sítá, bring, 24869|Thy dear Sítá back with thee: 24869|Send back as glad a sight to sight 24869|Harmless as in those times of yore, 24869|When we at Kalyani held, 24869|With arrows from their quivers fierce 24869|Our way-faring Vánars o’er the plain. 24869|Then, lady, with the sons of earth, 24869|The sons of heaven and earth with thee, 24869|We would the Vánars crush and conquer, 24869|And bring thee home as our bride. 24869|I would not, loving thee, this day 24869|The giant king should waste us two, 24869|For, sister, as I live, 24869|My brother gave me birth, 24869|My darling son, of noble race: 24869|And now in every land, 24869|Wherever he may chance to be, 24869|My darling will I make 24869|The pride of all my race. 24869|And, Raghu’s son, if here I find 24869|My loving charge still here, 24869|When he shall lead the Vánar host, 24869|I, on his coming bent, 24869|Will hail thee as an ally— 24869|To help me in the fight— 24869|And, royal lady, I will lead 24869|My Ráma with me hence, 24869|And all the realms of earth explore 24869|To aid me in the strife.” 24869|Canto XLVII. Kumbhakarna’s Speech. 24869|She heard with weeping eyes the tale 24869|He told with weeping eyes, 24869|And bending lowly low her head 24869|Upon her lord she wept. 24869|Then Ráma by the hand who bore 24869|His brother to his home replied: 24869|“Thy Ráma, when, at length, he views 24869|His mother’s feet and eyes, 24869|Shall see no rival for the prize, 24869|My darling, of his sire. 24869|Thou, Vánar king, dost, as I judge, 24869|With Lakshmaṇ in thy might, 24869|On Ráma’s side a guard maintain 24869|By Indra’s self ordained. 24869|And when by Rákshas raid he seeks 24869|To wage revenge, 24869|Thine arm the guilty bear away, 24869|And banish thee to hell.” 24869|Then Ráma, as he clasped his boy, 24869|Addressed his royal guest: 24869|“Go tell thy Sítá, Lakshmaṇ, now 24869|That Rávaṇ is no more. 24869|Go tell thy mother dear to me: 24869|Thou too, my child, shalt see.” 24869|They heard his speech with joyful cheer 24869|As Laksh ======================================== SAMPLE 7360 ======================================== 13650|But no matter; on its journey 13650|'Tis not for me to tell it o'er, 13650|Since all good people need not weep 13650|To see the lovely creature go. 13650|So no matter for the tale I tell 13650|Of "silly old man" or "old man sad," 13650|Since all good people need not weep 13650|That lovely creature needs not fly. 13650|For while upon its journey lay 13650|My lovely pet in lonely sleep, 13650|O'er the dim window-panes to me 13650|A far-off gleam of rainbow lights; 13650|And, as I watched it glow and flow, 13650|The tears rolled down my aching face; 13650|For when so faintly I looked up, 13650|An image seemed to come to me, 13650|Like some fair vision that I knew 13650|Of a land that I loved of old. 13650|And then I knew with sudden woe 13650|My heart would overflow with woe, 13650|If that fair vision I could see 13650|With my own broken vision seen. 13650|Ah! the vision seemed not bright, 13650|Nor fair, nor happy, even, 13650|To my eyes, that had grown so blind, 13650|That all the tears were falling fast; 13650|And oft in the darkening room 13650|My very heart has almost died, 13650|That all so weak and dreary now 13650|Might be called sweet, once again; 13650|For o'er a long-buried chair, 13650|In the bright summer's breath of years, 13650|A dream of joy and bliss, 13650|Told me I was there, and could not see. 13650|How lovely is the nightingale, 13650|When the warm South-west is veiled! 13650|How beautiful the stars, o'er-blown, 13650|When the nightingale is away! 13650|The West is bright with stars, and fair, 13650|And the nightingale is far away; 13650|Yet I would not be a part of her, 13650|For the soul of me is here. 13650|I love to sing the song of the nightingale, 13650|When the warm South-west is hid; 13650|For the stars grow brighter when they are sung by 13650|The nightingale, the South-west's delight! 13650|There is no room in my heart for love, 13650|Or no room at all for my love: 13650|I love too well to love lightly or 13650|And lay down my body at night. 13650|For I love Death, from the dawn to the brightest day, 13650|In that Death holds all, and lives and grows. 13650|I love and love and love, and love and love again, 13650|But it is not for me to know. 13650|I love and love, and love and love again, 13650|But it is not for me to know. 13650|I love and love and love and love again, 13650|But it is not for me to know. 13650|I could stand in the sun all day, 13650|And never be half so hot as he! 13650|Or stand in the mist all day, 13650|And never be half so cool as he! 13650|Or stand in the rain all day, 13650|And never be so hot, so wet, so dry, 13650|As I could stand in my hair! 13650|And all the men who ever have been good to me, 13650|I'd choose to be the worst men on the whole. 13650|I'd choose to be the worst men on the whole, 13650|That ever were known to have been good to me; 13650|But you know who have been the worst men on the whole. 13650|They never were good to me, it seems to me, 13650|Nor have I seen them know a cry from me. 13650|I know the worst men on the whole, 13650|They seem the worst men that ever could be known; 13650|But I'd choose to be the worst men on the whole, 13650|Or the worst men that ever could be known. 13650|"I loved ======================================== SAMPLE 7370 ======================================== 1004|The words that thou hast heard do not appear 1004|More hard than they. Thou dost not know the ways 1004|That I was going, and I do not care 1004|If Rome remain or be decay'd, d'ye fret 1004|At that which I leave unsaid, if I speak? 1004|This I will speak, if e'er before it fail'd: 1004|The warlike Romans, when they saw the Britons 1004|Inch by inch uncrippled from the spoils 1004|Of the Lupani, raught from Capena's brood, 1004|Theirs, who in that glorious war, pursu'd 1004|The British faulchion down the Alps, and slew 1004|Over Padua and Ceperan glad the name, 1004|Thy brother, for the folk of his descent. 1004|Ours was not with the northern cohorts, 1004|But under sheltering woods, where high above 1004|The Helicone rose, the banner of the world. 1004|We sacked that place, and with imposing ramparts 1004|Ransack'd the land we meant to Sicily. 1004|Beyond the Carinthian and the Celtiber 1004|Is nowhere such keep, as that which moulder'd 1004|Before th' Apennine, wall and all. Twelve summers 1004|Had it recumbent, and twelve winters too, 1004|Since the stanchions of that torrent Hadriard 1004|Had erst drain'd it, and had thence tend'd it ever 1004|Beneath the Vel d' Hormar mountains. The mouth 1004|There is so oblique towards the Nile, that Nile 1004|Need have obtruded his current under ground 1004|To that extent which the northern mists enclipt. 1004|Upon this side Adria smil'd the pagan nations, 1004|Under whose empire nought is more easeful, 1004|Than to raze and demolish; and so small 1004|Are the the limits there imposed, that Cart 1004|Needs both for hewer and for scatter'd rakes 1004|To gather water there. The place is whole 1004|There are all juices, both of land and sea, 1004|There are crab-mesas and lagoons, and those 1004|Which the Latian has for his river-mouth; 1004|There are free tracts and tracts of territory bought 1004|Quarter for quarter, and a man can see 1004|There are bounds to Italy and the Sopra, 1004|There are safe passage-spaces between, 1004|There are such spaces, such extreme tracts of land, 1004|That nature would lay Charlotte, right or wrong, 1004|For every coin that passes that way. 1004|And from such spaces, as are seldom clear 1004|And pleasant to the ears, issue forth 1004|Two blessed rivers, one to the east, 1004|The other to the west, that to the sea 1004|North and Spain may issue, by a path 1004|Authorised by my Lady Rudolf, who 1004|With hands holy and devout hurl'd forth 1004|God's blessing on her first long embrace, 1004|And on her second marriage. Soor, Thibault, 1004|Jacopo Guidi, and others, with whom 1004|I have had converse as cordial friends, 1004|Have issued forth from France, as their seed, 1004|Following their Master, who, they believe, 1004|Exalted them, and to the Saviour they sent 1004|Their aims in closer proximity then. 1004|Now, to distinguish those three heads, each 1004|Eyeing the others', I say to you, 1004|Take heed that you do only tune their rays 1004|Equally, and that with caution you look 1004|Through all the universe, so that each 1004|Be seen to mirror according to its kind. 1004|Those, who have the smallest and least sphere, 1004|Might each best benefit from closer watching. 1004|Those, who have the greatest, must become 1004|More affectionate, more circumspect; 1004|Those, who have the least, must lose their art. 1004|Those, who have the air most moist, must wet; 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 7380 ======================================== 16059|Con verso de una voz, 16059|Que de cuento ese apasionado 16059|Donde se ha de venganza. 16059|En verso piensado 16059|Ese oscura una hermosura, 16059|Hija se las rosas, 16059|Este una hermosura 16059|Por los brazos del Sosara. 16059|(The statue of Apollo by Bordesio appears to 16059|remain to the south of the bridge.) 16059|El mundo es desagraviado, 16059|Para traer en una dona. 16059|Pues si alredor 16059|Cien otra vez, y cañasco 16059|Con un templo puerta, 16059|Salió con un pico que era 16059|El ángel desiado. 16059|Pues si espera 16059|Sutil dar muestra infiende, 16059|Batesanta tu grandeza; 16059|Por un oído y un señor 16059|Era querido ciego, al que 16059|La gente de su corona 16059|Vida al viento hoy. 16059|El aire del mar sobre la calores 16059|Que te requiere con el arco río: 16059|«¡Vega á vuelta 16059|Tiempo de gente! 16059|Era un gran puerto y las horas 16059|Sin el mar sobre la calores! 16059|«Suelo del reino, 16059|Cuando el arco á le dieron 16059|Yo cuando el viento 16059|Porque se le dieron 16059|En la calor del reino. 16059|«Tú, la cabeza 16059|De la mano de ese paz 16059|Y porque nos cien decía 16059|En el reino de ese paz; 16059|Ese un desagravio nombre 16059|La cumbre fué la paz 16059|Era un desagravio nombre. 16059|«Tú, que en el mundo 16059|No volvía 16059|Llevaba su cabeza, 16059|No volvía. 16059|Era del alma, y de una hermosa cristia. 16059|¡Oh, esperanza y revela 16059|En que no me llama venganza! 16059|¡Ah! que no quiera, 16059|Entre quien ven afán y quien esperanza! 16059|Por el rey y el sueño, 16059|¿Quién por mirar quien ya verá te vas? 16059|Para qué, ¡qué decir los cansados! 16059|¡Pues qué! ¡pues qué! ¡pues qué! 16059|¿Quién bien te quedamos, 16059|Todos, también por la noche pavorosa? 16059|Del ave Arno eres quien te vas ¡ay! 16059|Ya se me tienen 16059|Más qué, por ti, 16059|Dejaron los ojos hino el mar, 16059|Y en su tirano el mar quien te vas. 16059|Así, ¡La Isla noche, 16059|Y aquello tiempo tesoro: 16059|Hasta cuando en tu hora, 16059|Cuando te vez le halla y dura, 16059|Que hiere noche entre el cielo sol, 16059|Se pasando en la noche presa de tu magna, 16059|Más versos desesperar, ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! 16059|¡Qué sin esclavos, ¡qué sin horror, 16059|El alma llamada vida y con amor! 16059|¡Qué sin ======================================== SAMPLE 7390 ======================================== 30235|But, for the want there was 30235|Of naught but a few sweet flowers 30235|To waken her or frighten her, 30235|No heart in her had ever known 30235|More happiness, or the deeper ease 30235|Of soul that's spent with loving, than hers. 30235|But still and deep, as if her head 30235|Were aching since that first hour 30235|Had she begun to tire so dead, 30235|Her gentle spirit would not hear-- 30235|Yet in her sleep, and in her dreams 30235|'Tis hard to part with her dreams and her bliss. 30235|The flowers of her childhood's love 30235|Will never die in her heart, 30235|Their memories will never pass from it. 30235|So she would give them all to him, 30235|And, if he loved one rose more-- 30235|One dear, unfading gem-- 30235|The sunshine would not wash the stain 30235|Of loving her wrongfully, 30235|And life and death, her loving brother, lie 30235|Silent and empty, if she died. 30235|I will not go away so soon! 30235|Away, my snow-white fleetfoot! 30235|Farewell, we shall not meet again! 30235|We have been long together, 30235|Long have we twined arms; 30235|Time will waste us, and no power 30235|Can sever us now; 30235|Farewell, my snow-white fleetfoot! 30235|You have been my bitter foe; 30235|My proud heart flamed against you, 30235|Arose the fever in me,-- 30235|I will not go away so soon. 30235|And now I know that you are dead; 30235|Dead as a flower that is petaled, 30235|I shall not see you more 30235|At this dark season of this life, 30235|Long shall I look on you, 30235|And wonder why 30235|I should waste this precious flower, 30235|Or why you must die. 30235|"The heart that is content to beat 30235|Its sad little whimper o'er, 30235|Will hear strange music sadder still 30235|Than ever I have heard." 30235|"Oh, where shall I wend? and what shall be 30235|The end of life to me? 30235|A little child upon her knee, 30235|A broken shell upon the sea, 30235|Are all that are to me." 30235|"Love never dies; if it be laid 30235|Within the soul's sacred shell,-- 30235|If, laid within it, all its griefs 30235|And sufferings and fears, 30235|It shall grow wiser, firmer grow, 30235|And never more shrink from a tear-- 30235|It shall feel them less, and solace them; 30235|It shall know its misery less, 30235|And, like the happy, sweet-souled child, 30235|Feel never any grief nor pain. 30235|Oh, if it die within such a shell, 30235|It shall not live again! 30235|It shall hear more clearly the things 30235|That come with wisdom than with sense, 30235|It shall walk more readily on earth, 30235|And, clothed in more perfection, live 30235|Than any other of the wise." 30235|"For, like an aged mountaineer, 30235|Gazing from his mountain-side, 30235|I see the sea-born vapours rise, 30235|I hear the winding rivers flow, 30235|And all the landscape far away 30235|Grows clearer, with the evening haze, 30235|And dimmer seem the hills of morn." 30235|"Oh, then I shall remember how, 30235|Ere I was born, I wept and mourned, 30235|And heard the nymphs of the wood complain, 30235|For the wild flowers of Charybdis were fled, 30235|So that my soul was sad and lone. 30235|Before mine eyes one beautiful star, 30235|Warm with the mists of summer night, 30235|Shone like a mother, in a smile, 30235| ======================================== SAMPLE 7400 ======================================== 2620|I have not seen the white or red, 2620|But I've seen the silver hair of his 2620|Riding out of sight. 2620|We're a small band in a hundred years, 2620|The last of a hundred. Now the throng 2620|Their world has made, 2620|And they can feel how it must feel when 2620|Their dust is white. 2620|They're no longer the people we knew, 2620|With the merry faces and the words; 2620|They are things that once were bright and glad, 2620|But now are sad. 2620|The old people are gone, the youth 2620|Falls from his place, and the little child 2620|Begins to cry; 2620|And out of the window a frog swings, 2620|And over the green slat in the mill 2620|Flies, flies, frolics, leaps as he leaps 2620|Flies, flies, frolics, leaps. 2620|They're no more like some folk we knew, 2620|The little blind maid, and her friend, 2620|The little blind old man. 2620|I'll tell you what the child in me 2620|Had learned from his discourse. He 2620|Had seen in him a little child 2620|Felt sorrow from exceeding joy, 2620|Feelings that troubled and perplexed 2620|And baffled all his being knew, 2620|And that without a hand he must 2620|Fix himself at last. 2620|The old man in his mill, 2620|Working there at his trade, made answer: 2620|"Child, I have a child of mine own. 2620|I'll grind for thee a little flour 2620|With my old arm only; do not fear." 2620|But the little child went off in the night, 2620|And no one saw of the grist he had sown 2620|For the mill-wheel's chain, till the mill-engines 2620|Had gnawed the dust in the bitter wind 2620|That blew their whirly wind. 2620|The mill-engines, gnawed the dust; 2620|And from the mill the old man heard 2620|The water boil, and, with it, all 2620|His old despair. 2620|Then down the wind-swept slope of the hill 2620|The mills came pouring under the mill; 2620|The dust rose high in the gutter; and when 2620|The old man's daughter went 2620|To feed the sparrows in the flower-bed, 2620|The old mill wheel, a-crashing, made 2620|A mournful noise. 2620|I think it was the night when first 2620|He was brought up in the world and known: 2620|The wind's great heart-break; with its breath 2620|The old mill wheel, a-crashing, made 2620|A mournful noise. 2620|He had a little hut in the wood-- 2620|A very little hut! and yet 2620|A stately, stately tree--for beauty 2620|And pride it did contain. 2620|His handiwork was not despised, 2620|For many people loved the hut, 2620|And the great tree's tall head grew thereon, 2620|And was admired and loved. 2620|His work was not ungrateful; for 2620|He loved his work. His labour was 2620|To make it graceful and pure. 2620|But ah, and now, the tree is gone, 2620|For its old hands are busy elsewhere; 2620|And the old tree's mouth is hoarse with gnats, 2620|And the gnats there make their homes. 2620|The tree was fair; so fair, indeed, 2620|It seemed a dream,--or rather, a pain,-- 2620|For beauty and beauty's sake,-- 2620|And the fruit was white and plump and round. 2620|But the gnat's dwelling is far away, 2620|And the old tree's mouth is hoarse with gnats, 2620|And the gnats there make their homes. 2620|A clock again; and yet again 2620|The sounds of the world go by, 2620 ======================================== SAMPLE 7410 ======================================== 1625|Till the words and deeds were mingled in her breast; 1625|For what do the living with the dead but teach 1625|Their life's blood to the dead's to save, and to grant 1625|A life of its last sweet thing?" 1625|And her soul said to me, "In God's name, don't blame 1625|Me, but blame what God may do! God is mighty too! 1625|And, on his own day of peace, he may let you die 1625|Just as you are going to die!" 1625|And I answered, "As I would go, so shall I! 1625|I go for one brief moment with his grace, 1625|To bless and to save." 1625|And this being done, the hand of my Friend fell 1625|And turned my head and kissed me. 1625|And I smiled, in the cool moonlight, 1625|As he took me into his bosom. 1625|And still there was one thing too little and too late: 1625|For something that you may not know of till you've lived it 1625|May be enough by the next passing minute 1625|For a great life to be born." 1625|I shall never forget 1625|How I listened 1625|As he touched me upon the cheek. 1625|But you know how it is 1625|When it matters most 1625|It is best to be good; 1625|And I know that it's best 1625|You will allure him to sit 1625|By my side the whole night long. 1625|I have not found time, or leisure; 1625|But, somehow, through all my dreams, 1625|I have made my life of small things 1625|And, somehow, I have learned of that 1625|Which, all things varying, does not die, 1625|Has stayed the root of death. 1625|So, as to be truly good 1625|Will help me be,--so I go. 1625|I do not say he will be glad; 1625|In truth I know he will not be 1625|Without his longing for something new, 1625|Or, worse; without some new desire 1625|To see a world which I have known, 1625|And which he is not eager to see. 1625|What he has done will not be undone 1625|By me whom he has raised to that height 1625|Where my heart-life, being much the same, 1625|Is not so much a threat as his to lose. 1625|I do not say he will be strong. 1625|I know it, and know that God will use 1625|His strength to better the life I live. 1625|Therefore in my love will I do less 1625|The harder work. So, while we meet, 1625|I do not say more, but more ask. 1625|"We shall meet." For me the meeting, 1625|This meting, this is the whole. 1625|When we are near in this life, say, is that when we will meet. 1649|The Sun, like a little child 1649|That has no language yet, 1649|All day the strength of his course 1649|And is silent when he rests, 1649|But when dawn doth show him the sun, 1649|Gives forth into the night this cry, 1649|And from afar the stars' cries: 1649|"Oh! I like the darkness and shine! 1649|Oh! I would look on the moon 1649|And her bright light for a friend!" 1649|The stars are quiet at the dawn 1649|To hear his first faint light. 1649|But, when the day doth wake to light, 1649|O'er the cold moon like a tide 1649|The stars look in at hearse and dawn 1649|And make a kindling and a call; 1649|And one after one they shine 1649|With a kind of smile on their face 1649|And a strange kind of gleam in their eyes, 1649|And their bows of fire uprot, 1649|And their silver bow on the hills 1649|And their silver bow by the sea. 1649|And all things turn to light before me 1649|In the twilight's purple sheen; ======================================== SAMPLE 7420 ======================================== 1287|Whereby the people, like inured, will 1287|Be content, nor ever think of wrong, 1287|But firmly to support their king, 1287|Shall ever be in peace content; 1287|While to each other these shall say, 1287|"This is the best of all our lives;" 1287|And in true brotherly kindness 1287|Will greet us at the door. 1287|Truly the people here obey, 1287|"The time is come,"--by his own decree 1287|Who, on his native soil, is come 1287|To seek for fame. 1287|Himself with joy and pride is crowning 1287|The lofty day, the day will soon 1287|Be come, when we shall hold our vows, 1287|And each in other comrades show 1287|More love! 1287|What shall we do the present bring, 1287|Now he, from earth, so soon is gone, 1287|Whither are we fled? 1287|All now is chaos here; no measure 1287|We may determine. 1287|Now from the dust they scatter wildly, 1287|And, while their arms unceasing press, 1287|To-night shall they be swinging, 1287|And in high flight. 1287|How long shall they so bravely stand, 1287|Till from the earth the dust is torn, 1287|And the mighty men, no more 1287|Return to their native land! 1287|So they have suffered, but they bravely, 1287|As he in the battle, still are standing, 1287|Bearing with fortitude their hearts. 1287|And so, while the day is shining,-- 1287|As the light it was shining o'er us, 1287|And as a sunset,--once more 1287|Their faces shall appear. 1287|And the old, well-known one will speak to us,-- 1287|In its native land to greet us; 1287|Then, when the day is waning, 1287|When is to come what we wish, 1287|And the eve shall give us rest. 1287|Then let us then all rejoice, 1287|As the day is passing, 1287|And all day as the sun be glorious, 1287|And, on the evening, 1287|All the night be bright, 1287|But with joy and honour we shall rejoice, 1287|While the hour is passing. 1287|Then, while the day on its journey is going, 1287|All the night shall be bright,--in 1287|The night we shall sleep. 1287|And the morning shall brighten us ever, 1287|Thou, for our love, for our honour, 1287|For thy sake didst die. 1287|And the grave shall light on us till that we, 1287|O farewell, farewell! 1287|Then to our native land, in joy and pleasure, 1287|Soften will be our grief,-- 1287|When our little children shall at home 1287|Returned be, as when first we parted. 1287|The people came, and stood there with joy mingled, 1287|When, now a little way, 1287|They should now see a steep stairway descending, 1287|To the hall-doors of the castle. 1287|In such gladness, forth came the people, 1287|In such joy, each man; 1287|And the old wag was laughing,--and to him 'gan 1287|He talk of the prince's return. 1287|And in the castle, so the story goes, 1287|A merry man was sitting at rest them all 1287|The while he could, 1287|So with a smile there glowed his features, 1287|And with a smile spoke he. 1287|"Behold, your lord's returning, dear friends, 1287|Behold," said he, "at last, the king of France 1287|And his rich folk's wishes satisfied, 1287|Here at the castle gate!" 1287|To which all the youth, with joyous cry, 1287|To their old master said. 1287|He said: "To-morrow we shall enter and take my leave; 1287|With all my heart!" 1287|Then the ======================================== SAMPLE 7430 ======================================== 12242|Is the one thing I hate -- its cold, 12242|Scant air, its empty space. 12242|Oh yes, it's far better far, I know 12242|That this is this great universe, 12242|This vast plain that I see, 12242|Than that, too, all my joys and woes 12242|Should change to life and death. 12242|I have not lost the sense of her, 12242|Nor lost the use thereof. 12242|I am not a witch; nor yet a prophet, 12242|Calling at night for hosts 12242|To bear me, burning, down the air, 12242|Into the great unseen. 12242|The eyes of my friend have never had 12242|A look, nor a word of mine, 12242|For either love or hate or laughter, 12242|And I can count the years. 12242|One has a mouth, full brown and long, 12242|Like something we would kiss; 12242|And half the time one's heart does chew, 12242|And half the time it does grow. 12242|There are lips that I'll never kiss, 12242|There are breasts I will not see, 12242|There are hearts that I'll leave all alone, -- 12242|But this world is strange to me! 12242|She never asked. 'T was not in love 12242|To say, "'T will, whenever; 12242|For that were ease to live in bliss, 12242|If I should love thee long." 12242|The world is full of dear excuse, 12242|In this wise: "Ah! tis but steel, 12242|'T is steel that must withstand delight, 12242|'T is steel that must endure." 12242|"That's no matter now! 'T is right, -- 12242|But, since 'tis wrought with hands again, 12242|Be patient." 12242|There, there, by Love's high mandate, 12242|There by his curse alone, 12242|We must bear up, or despair; 12242|For, since 'tis wrought with hands again, 12242|Fie, sine causa! 12242|Love's high mandate: 12242|Thou must bear up: 12242|Love's high curse 12242|Thou must endure: 12242|Love's high curse: 12242|Fate must endure; 12242|Thou must bear on, 12242|Ere this 12242|Thou must bear it. 12242|The world is full of soft excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|This is full of good and ill: 12242|Love's high command 12242|Shall then be vain." 12242|The world is full of dear excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|This is full of heart's desire, 12242|Love's low esteem, 12242|Must then be vain." 12242|And, when Love's high command shall ne'er be, 12242|Love's low esteem will be 12242|Fair and is full of cause to cry: 12242|Love's high regard, 12242|Must bear the pain! 12242|The world is full of soft excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|It stands full of good and ill: 12242|Love's high command 12242|Must bear, 12242|For some, the pain." 12242|The world is full of soft excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|The words are well said -- if not, 12242|Good and ill bear." 12242|The world is full of sweet excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|It stands full of tenderness: 12242|Love's low regard, 12242|Must bear the sore! 12242|The world is full of sweet excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|Though Love should love thee well, 12242|The pain, the woe, the woe. 12242|If Love were such as I, &c. 12242|The world is full of sweet excuse: 12242|"Ah! love must not be 12242|This stands full of goodness, goodness, goodness, goodness, goodness, 12242| ======================================== SAMPLE 7440 ======================================== I'll tell you how I found this way 23665|To win your heart in spite of all that I say. 23665|Oh! a wise man may be forced to use the wrong, 23665|And the wise choose the best; but I took the best. 23665|So, go, and with all the grace you can; 23665|The world is so full of silly tricks, 23665|'Twere more polite to say, "I will not try." 23665|I'll tell you another thing, before you go, 23665|And go with you, and talk of Love and Peace; 23665|You mustn't forget the last thing that you've said, 23665|And beg for grace instead of love and peace. 23665|Oh, what a foolish thing is love and hate; 23665|A foolish thing is to love and to hate; 23665|I wish I could put my head beneath a pot, 23665|And boil you down to soup! 23665|I'll tell you a story that will make you gasp-- 23665|About a fair young maid, whose father waken, 23665|To meet again the King he once had slain. 23665|"Oh, what a lovely lass!" she cried, "so new-awaken'd 23665|To life, so sweetly like her father's self! 23665|She lives in fair London, where fair weather 23665|Is always brought down by May and June." 23665|"Aye," says the King, "and this, day after this, 23665|As long as winds blow, winds shall bring fair weather; 23665|But when it comes to rain, the rain will turn 23665|Her father into a monstrous gyam-moose!" 23665|"And when the wintry weather is come," 23665|Replies the maid, with lovely tears, 23665|"The last thing that they can do is bring 23665|The rain to me; my father is so old!" 23665|Her father, she says, will never know 23665|A single sorrow like that which I suffer, 23665|Whilst, on the very top of all he does-- 23665|He is so old! 23665|I wonder, do you think it is, 23665|If the fair maiden can be true! 23665|I met my mother in her native land, 23665|With a white sheep on her back. 23665|A flock of lambs or a flock of doves: 23665|They had strayed through many a glen, 23665|And when their mother came to say good-bye, 23665|She made away with all her things. 23665|She put the sheep to bed; 23665|She went a-wooing, and came back again, 23665|With lamb, doves, and swan. 23665|She found the children in the meadows, 23665|And they were all dressed in green, 23665|The swan was white, and the children white. 23665|She caught them by their hair; 23665|They had neither eyes nor ears, 23665|They were half-faces. The King of the fairies 23665|Came out of his forest cave; 23665|He said, "I have brought a good tale to pass. 23665|I told you of the Lion of Nine Tunneys, 23665|And how he took sheep and made them great and good. 23665|"I told you all that I had to tell, 23665|And you were silent; I am sure 23665|That you believed it for true; 23665|But now I bring to you the tale that I tried 23665|To tell you, and tell you true. 23665|Two fairies came to Earth, and wept upon it, 23665|With their sad eyes full of tears; 23665|And one of them was called "Child and Rose," 23665|And the other, "Child and Juniper." 23665|The first asked a loaf of bread, 23665|And the Lamb of God that lolls upon the River 23665|Said, "Take the bread, and eat of it." 23665|The Holy Virgin rose in Heaven, 23665|And Mary took, and ate of the bread: 23665|"As I told you in the beginning, I don't need any more. 23665|"The milk of the cattle is sweet to me, 23665 ======================================== SAMPLE 7450 ======================================== 1287|Where they live, there are those who have eyes 1287|For nothing else but God's image too! 1287|"Behold the goodly palace's gate, 1287|For there is one has gathered there; 1287|The servants come with mickle heed, 1287|"But no man will enter the door, 1287|Where the gates of all heaven meet; 1287|There he should find the one who's there, 1287|'Tis he that all hath wished to see! 1287|All the winds are ringing by, 1287|A mighty throng is coming here, 1287|But all in vain: the gate is closed, 1287|For no one would enter here!" 1287|In his hand the angel stands, 1287|It is like the image of the sun. 1287|All the winds from all the lands 1287|Are in tune to hear the words; 1287|All the waves are echoing ready, 1287|The one thing needs to know! 1287|The house with windows opening, 1287|In a storm of hail it is blown. 1287|The door's in its place, and yet the door--not thou! 1287|The tempter, in whose spirit's core 1287|No spirit's light can shine, 1287|And that is all the power thou hast." 1287|"But who the door will open then? 1287|The angel answers and speaks sternly: 1287|"Thou must open--it is he, that knows. 1287|When the storm comes thither, who's the one 1287|That'll open and enter here, 1287|Only a thought and a desire! 1287|The door is opened, but, alas, the door, 1287|O ill-fated man! 'tis closed. 1287|So thou must go outside of the door, 1287|And wilt behold the vengeful eyes 1287|Of the devil, that in vain embued 1287|The gate that shuts out all but God! 1287|"The door stands open too, 1287|And thou must enter into him; but ah, 1287|Thou wilt see the one he entered here! 1287|He has gone inside with his feet, 1287|And, alas! they've left the gate alone. 1287|"The gate, that thou'lt pass as a leaf, 1287|And thou'lt mark no longer as a part, 1287|For there 'tis shut up with the key 1287|That opens but a little, he!" 1287|The Master stands with all attention, 1287|His eyes shining like the silver stars, 1287|Whilst still in his hand the Archangel holds 1287|That key through which is opened to God. 1287|Thereon he casts it, from far 1287|'Mid fogs, the door, as it were to enter, 1287|There to behold the demon that's coming,-- 1287|Who, when all is said, doth take, alas! 1287|And his own sins, in his hand, away. 1287|He, with his eyes, shall enter thus 1287|Within the gate without hope, 1287|And a good demon shall behold! 1287|In the way a footfall heralds--a rush of the air, the 1287|sudden, it is heard 1287|Gently murmuring; and, for now no word, 1287|The angel-host is heard to stand 1287|Quivering with wonder, but that he 1287|Will speak them ere they faint, of whom we were silent, 1287|And to whom we were mute and mute. 1287|"Oh blessed is that day!" thereupon 1287|I cried, "with a secret-glance, 1287|One of its thoughts that has arisen 1287|From a heart to which the stars 1287|With light of the eternal dawn 1287|Have given the signal, and he 1287|Hath waited so long for the hour 1287|Of the final death-dawn in 1287|On this side, and on that side, 1287|On this and on the other. 1287|And he hath come! he hath come 1287|Out in front on the plain!" 1287|The host then went to meet him, 1287|The Angel came after, ======================================== SAMPLE 7460 ======================================== 1568|"You were right: she was right. She never said my blood would be used 1568|to her disgrace." 1568|And, on the other side, 1568|"You were right: she was right. But you? Not so - 1568|She always said my blood would be used to her disgrace." 1568|"I never knew her blood 1568|Lavished a traitor on your hands." 1568|You were right. 1568|So they argued the whole year 1568|In the room in the Castle of St. Martin. 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|There was war on the quiet plains. 1568|There were battles of the horse. 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|The earth was new to war: 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|There was truce with the foe: 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|There was peace with the weak: 1568|For the dead had come to rule again. 1568|The world had room for only dead. 1568|The world was new to war. 1568|You knew the world was new to war. . . . 1568|You were right, for the earth was new to war. 1568|And you had the power for you to die. 1568|When the earth was new to war, 1568|Women were not what they are. 1568|When the earth was new to war, 1568|And peace with the foe came on. 1568|Sometimes you said, as the great bells were running high 1568|With "Mollie, mollie" over the country: "How you laddie!" 1568|Yes, the wind's in your face, 1568|And the clouds are out of the sky, 1568|And the flowers will never bloom, 1568|And you do not know why it is, 1568|And you wonder why your mother's dead, 1568|And you wonder what it is all about 1568|That makes you think 1568|The wind's in your face, 1568|And the clouds are out of the sky, 1568|And the flowers will never bloom, 1568|And your mother's dead, 1568|And your father's dead, 1568|And God's in the sky, and the little ones are 1568|shy, but there's a man from a far-off land, 1568|And there's a woman from some far-off sea, 1568|And there's a child with a cross on its hair, 1568|And a man is born in that little church of peace, 1568|And the dead lie, and their bones are scattered. 1568|If you'd a child like me, 1568|If you'd a little child like me, 1568|Who have walked with wise men, 1568|Who have borne with men, 1568|Then you'd take it from me to thump your child. 1568|And you'd strike my little boy 1568|From the mouth till it goes pucker - 1568|And make a sign to me 1568|I must not come ninking near you. 1568|I might have stood aside, 1568|I might have let you have it, 1568|I might have said: "Take it, 1568|Or else you'll go to hell from me." 1568|I might have stayed at home 1568|And never been in a war, 1568|And been killed in a quarrel. 1568|But I would not have you. 1568|And I am here to-day, 1568|My little boy, 1568|To-day to take my shot at a war. 1568|For I have done with a lot, 1568|I have played with a lot, 1568|I have mourned a lot, 1568|And been glad to-day - 1568|(The Lord's help in all things) 1568|And I am glad to-day . . . 1568|And I'm glad to-day in part. . . . 1568|I have seen so many men grow mad, 1568|They have lived without laughter: and one 1568|Became so drunk that he tore his throat 1568|In two--and lost both eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 7470 ======================================== 28591|I would go forth, but never hope 28591|I may behold His face again, 28591|If I but keep my hope so high 28591|I may not lose it. 28591|A little longer, and thou'lt see 28591|Thy Father's face, thy Saviour's eyes 28591|Upon thee shine, and call thee wise, 28591|And teach thee things that make thy shame 28591|And sorrow vanish. 28591|I have a little task to-day, 28591|Yet it is not much; yet it is true. 28591|This task is less than others oft were, 28591|Yet it is sweeter than others are. 28591|I have a task to-day; and tho' I know 28591|It is not much, it is sweeter still. 28591|The night is past, and, as it soon will be, 28591|My weary soul rests from its toil complete. 28591|Now is the hour of rest; now I alone 28591|This burden can bear for God alone to know. 28591|I must do this thing; for, with this task, 28591|My God, I know that I must never be 28591|Again known by my saintly name. 28591|A great gray cloud like one torn away, 28591|Falling down like ruddy fruit fell from the sky; 28591|The birds with music came and brought it company, 28591|And, like a mighty monarch, went with it far. 28591|When it has reached the earth, it hovers there 28591|With its sweet mist-wreaths to hide from view; 28591|The fields of heaven look far away 28591|Where it, o'er lilies, layeth down the dew. 28591|But from the earth it takes a deeper form, 28591|A darker, dusking color than the rest. 28591|And, when it falls into the earth, 28591|The birds who were born above it fly, 28591|Their music fills the earth again, 28591|The flowers are brightened and the meadows green. 28591|When it hath fallen down it brings with it 28591|Its shadow round the living lilies white. 28591|The grasses under it have a tender sound, 28591|And all the birds are glad, and all the bees. 28591|The dewdrops drop into the earth again, 28591|And earth is bathed in a deep, sweet sleep. 28591|But when with morning's brightness it glows, 28591|Again the dewdrops are upon the ground. 28591|Again the birds of spring come forth to sing; 28591|Again the flowers open their bosoms wide; 28591|And, on the morning breeze, 28591|The dewdrops settle down on earth again. 28591|When thy task is past, 28591|I will be ever faithful from thee ever. 28591|So my little one will know his duty well, 28591|And never fail in all thou hast desired. 28591|The birds are flying fast, the flowers are fair, 28591|Yet I must be there when his task is done. 28591|And my little one will know that he has done; 28591|And when his little task is over, he is strong. 28591|Thou hadst been still, dear, 28591|When his task was done, 28591|But for thee I had 28591|I had been here 28591|O'er the earth, 28591|But for thee I had 28591|You are waiting, little ones, all you are,-- 28591|Hungry and cold, 28591|And my hand is here 28591|O'er the ground, 28591|And my heart is warm, 28591|And my little one has left his play, 28591|And is in bed. 28591|And you can hear him laughing in his sleep, 28591|In the doorway safe, 28591|Till you think how strange is this to hear, 28591|That he who always smiled with the morning sun 28591|Sits so still so bright! 28591|O, you children, if you see his face 28591|When he wakes in the night; 28591|Can he make a better playmate or a friend 28591|Than all the boys you've had? ======================================== SAMPLE 7480 ======================================== 1280|As a child with joyousness 1280|In the sun on a summer day; 1280|For there was not a soul in sight 1280|But was drunk with the sight of the sun. 1280|When I saw the ship 1280|Carrying into port 1280|A party of lovely young maidens, 1280|On a raft with ropes and on the boat, 1280|I rose up and I heard them say: 1280|"Our father, the sea gods, 1280|Leads us, the island, to land, 1280|And the boat he brought with sails for winds to blow." 1280|From the boat and the raft 1280|I heard the words 1280|Of the lovely maidens: 1280|"The great sea-mother, 1280|She has bound her waves with chains 1280|To keep us from the sun. 1280|She loves us well 1280|But let her lead her dead bodies 1280|And turn thee back to sea." 1280|And then I saw, 1280|As they sang, 1280|"We will walk 1280|In the deep sea, 1280|We will go up the sea-river, 1280|We will go with the raft. 1280|As our boat is the boat of the raft, 1280|This man, like our boat and raft, 1280|Is the Father, the sea-mother." 1280|I thought of the sun-birth, 1280|The sun-children, 1280|The little red rafts 1280|Up the river of the sunset, 1280|And I saw in the distance 1280|The little red village 1280|Up the river of the sunset. 1280|And I heard the tramp of the crowd: 1280|"How beautiful is the sunset!" 1280|And they said, "It is sunset." 1280|And my heart cried, "Come closer, 1280|For the mother has given us to them. 1280|You and I 1280|Will walk again, 1280|Up river of the sunset 1280|In the raft to the shore, 1280|Till we reach the river of the river 1280|In the raft of the sun again." 1280|I saw clouds gathering, 1280|I saw the ships, 1280|I heard the water 1280|Rising from the sea-waves-- 1280|The river of the sunset, 1280|The water of the river, 1280|And I thought of the shadows 1280|That were gliding over 1280|The boat in the raft of the sunset, 1280|And the sun as it floated on high. 1280|But I thought at last: 1280|"What are all these clouds that were under, 1280|If these clouds, the shadows, 1280|Not know us, and disappear?" 1280|Then I looked out, 1280|Through the open window: 1280|All were clouds again, 1280|But much more beautiful. 1280|"There is a river, 1280|There is a river, 1280|And there is no river." 1280|"There is a woman 1280|Who walks beside it, 1280|For she loves it." 1280|Down to the floor of a ship 1280|With her little boat of love-- 1280|Down to the floor of the ship 1280|With her little boat of joy, 1280|To the joy of her little boat 1280|In a boat that no one knows 1280|Of a ship that no one knows-- 1280|Loving her, 1280|With her mother, 1280|And her father. 1280|And the little raft 1280|Of the river that floats 1280|Through the sun and the rain. 1280|(The wind of the afternoon, 1280|The sound of the sea, 1280|The wind and the rain.) 1280|There in the boat 1280|With the raft of the sunset sun-- 1280|The red and the yellow and blue-- 1280|The little boat of joy 1280|Was happy, laughing, 1280|With her mother 1280|And her father, 1280|And her lover. 1280|All in the morning 1280|In a boat by the river ======================================== SAMPLE 7490 ======================================== 2428|Nor more will tell in prose; 2428|And then the whole of human life 2428|Will seem a mere illusion set 2428|And dream the mind to see; 2428|And all our virtues, all our wrongs 2428|Come to the good of man. 2428|That all may justly be expected 2428|To do the best it can; 2428|Be bold, poor soul! though far from men, 2428|Unskilled to make them weep; 2428|Unskilled to give the good they have 2428|In man's misery to show; 2428|In vain the proud and credulous lie 2428|On man's misfortune fed. 2428|I fear you, poor, far-fondened swain: 2428|Your lot's the worst, not better 2428|Than others' hearts, to know all's amiss, 2428|And all's untrue and perjuries; 2428|And worse than all the fabled lies 2428|Of poets and of priests: 2428|In truth an empty, trivial jest, 2428|Where, if a flaw should crawl, 2428|'Twere small to find it--for it adds 2428|To what the poet makes.-- 2428|No, poor dear heart! your hopes are vain, 2428|You must be wild and rash, 2428|Must keep your faith, and think those lights 2428|The devil gave you too. 2428|You have no arts: if all be true 2428|The poet's dark conceits, 2428|There's little virtue in a heart 2428|Of woman: faith, then, are vain, 2428|And virtue more an illusion, 2428|Which doth but make it hard, 2428|If you can doubt whatever went 2428|Your virtue must be vain, 2428|And still believe whatever came 2428|Your faith must still be fable, 2428|A mere abstraction, but yet 2428|An image real; 2428|A mere delusion, but of life, 2428|For which reason reason 2428|Is scarcely meet, and where 2428|A man so much above his trust 2428|Should have no hope above reason. 2428|A man's faith, if his be weak, 2428|Is but the shadow of hope: 2428|A shadow! for by faith's self, 2428|You see, a shadow. 2428|And let that shadow serve, by all 2428|A man's faith or reason, 2428|To guide him where he needs to go, 2428|Or whither he needs; 2428|Let such serve man's hearts, that he 2428|In every thought and deed, 2428|By them is led, if he will, 2428|His only happiness. 2428|Let such advise, my dear, when weak, 2428|Or tempted even to err; 2428|To wrong no soul shall touch; 2428|And when the right's o'er thee made, 2428|Be thou, then, as thou shalt, 2428|And then thy choice may be made, 2428|If weak, as thou shalt be. 2428|If weak, then go with fear; 2428|If not, with prudence be; 2428|If weak, be wise, or be a fool; 2428|If wise, be cautious still; 2428|If prudence nor, nor any one, 2428|And let no vice invade. 2428|Let this your choice be then, 2428|To be as weak as thou hast made it-- 2428|That is, be weak, or not to be. 2428|Go, then! not so fast, old fool, 2428|For we are too much above 2428|The weak and ruinous things 2428|Life's children do with ease: 2428|Weak as we, not helpless 2428|We never found our liberty, 2428|Our strength from fear must rise; 2428|A single blow from power 2428|Can rouse them from their fane, 2428|And they with rage and rage revolt, 2428|And thunder after power. 2428|They storm at first; but, when all's done, 2428|The best turns out the worse, 2428|And the man, who wisely shrinks 2428|From weakness ======================================== SAMPLE 7500 ======================================== 24869|The glorious saints of every sect: 24869|And every chief with sway complete: 24869|For Indra, glorious Lord, was one: 24869|A host of demons, armed with bows, 24869|Were watching near the heavenly scene. 24869|As when the clouds in showers appear 24869|And hail the firmament with rains, 24869|In every eye one mass displays, 24869|Enlightening every creature there. 24869|The lords of heaven before his feet 24869|Their offerings in his hands withstood, 24869|And, to a thousand rajas bent, 24869|The king in wrath his wrath addressed: 24869|“Why, Raghu’s son, thy furious rage 24869|Attentive to the skies has bent? 24869|Hence, if thy mind indulge, attend; 24869|But I of yore, O Sage, expos'd. 24869|Hast thou not heard the sound of wail? 24869|Hast thou not heard the thronging men, 24869|In thousand-masted house, beset 24869|With soldiers at the royal gates? 24869|These noble saints their sorrows share, 24869|And for the monarch’s banishment 24869|To meet him, when the day was bright, 24869|A beauteous lady for his sire, 24869|His eldest son was all his care— 24869|Ah, would that this were all, and they 24869|Were weeping now with joy to view 24869|How fair the host, the king, the queen 24869|On whom they all rely, their lord. 24869|These saints, O Ráma, in the name 24869|Of blissful vows on Ráma shed, 24869|Besought him ere his rite be o’er, 24869|Dear as the fire that kindles rage. 24869|How will a furious blast be hurled, 24869|Which, fierce with rage, shall scorch my side? 24869|The fiends of evil, cruel, bold, 24869|And wild with rage, the world o’erthrew, 24869|I see them marching by the shore, 24869|And by the fleet they hale their car. 24869|Ah, if they send me forth to spy 24869|Their legions on the royal road, 24869|My way shall be a deadly gloom, 24869|And dreadful visions haunt my sense. 24869|Each saint, they say, from heavenly place 24869|Each saint and bird in heaven obeys, 24869|And dares all gods and fiends who scorn 24869|Their rites austere. The demon crew 24869|Of fiends, with their impious race, 24869|Whose heads their heads each bears aloft, 24869|All joy in Ráma’s banishment: 24869|Each bird that sings in earth will sing, 24869|And tree their tops will upward raise. 24869|Each star that shows its blazonry 24869|Will fearful dreams of evil send; 24869|So will they hurl me from the sky 24869|When Ráma’s banishment is past. 24869|O, ere the day comes when he die, 24869|O, Ráma, Ráma, if I weep, 24869|If I for all my sufferings grieve, 24869|How shall my sad sight be blind? 24869|I would not weep, for Sítá’s sake, 24869|But if my brother’s fate I knew, 24869|My tears would pour like rain, and wash 24869|The woe of all the fiends that hate 24869|My dear consort, mine, mine, loved by me, 24869|And let me see my Ráma slain. 24869|This world of mortal cares and pride; 24869|This world of toil and care and fame, 24869|What are its joys to me, my wife 24869|And thee, when, overthrown and slain, 24869|I fall below the lowest gloom? 24869|When every thought and feeling cease, 24869|And life a long and lonely sleep, 24869|Thy wife, O Queen, thy darling bride, 24869|The best and fairest of the fair, 24869 ======================================== SAMPLE 7510 ======================================== 29700|By the waters to the world will be bound. 29700|In the deeps, o'er which the tides in vain 29700|Pass the long miles afield, there lies in rest 29700|The old town, now called Arroyo; there, 29700|Sheltered from wrath and pestilence, dwells 29700|The thousands of the Arnes-dale in prayer 29700|Who died for Castile from the waters wide. 29700|Lo! from the shores of Argenzón, the road 29700|To that fair city, with their bodies spread, 29700|Came the people of the Arnes-dale, 29700|And they, in eager quest of those that died, 29700|Passed the Argenzón, and reached the shore 29700|Of the soft-flowing Arno, and were won 29700|By the hands of their victorious king. 29700|His army, as its chariots drove and rolled, 29700|Grew in strength, and now there stood a wall, 29700|And now a bridge, that from the distant side 29700|Seemed to descend into the dark abyss. 29700|In the wide world and everywhere 29700|His fame is with the nations; and the tale 29700|Still echoes in each clime, where'er the right 29700|To strike, and freedom, and the right to breathe, 29700|Have been made law by one whose name was fame. 29700|The very name of Castile has a charm 29700|To bind the hearts of men; and that strange thing, 29700|Which makes us tremble for our Liberty, 29700|Is that the face, that veil of terror, is gone: 29700|All is forgotten in the midst of wrath; 29700|And we that once, and still will remember thee, 29700|Are at an open gate;--the world is wide, 29700|And we, alone, can stretch the arm to seize 29700|Some remnant of thy stature on the field; 29700|And those who lived before thee, as thy dead, 29700|Shall still be noble, though alone in Earth. 29700|Yet--we remember thee--thou art dear to us-- 29700|Were it not thus, we had been willing slaves 29700|Through all the centuries, since Liberty 29700|Was yet a name. But now our life is narrow; 29700|We can have only slaves; our very blood 29700|Was drawn from out the blood of the first brave slave; 29700|And, since thy very blood for us is drawn, 29700|We would have all that is left us of thy worth 29700|In that great world, and by our own choice would dare, 29700|And give thy name to nations. Yet--we could not-- 29700|The memory of thy virtues made thee dear. 29700|I bring thee to our porch, that thou mayst know 29700|The power thy good provokes with power divine, 29700|And live by thy great memory. 29700|So I will go, 29700|And, kneeling, make myself a suppliant say 29700|I came to serve thee. 29700|I have loved thee, 29700|Thou goodly city, to the western sea 29700|Where all the world's great minds dwell; I have come 29700|To take the ancient tribute thou hast given, 29700|And in thy memory make a free answer make, 29700|Whose power no conqueror can overset. 29700|But now-- 29700|No conquest will efface the name of thee; 29700|No freedom will thy fame requite. 29700|But as the earth's last great flowering-time, 29700|When leaves are still, and fragrance yet abides, 29700|So thou hast seen, and hast not bid it go, 29700|Till thou art dead, thy glory--all thy light. 29700|I go; the night is very near. 29700|The trees are dark about my feet, 29700|And the stars are sinking far away. 29700|I hear the tread of a dark troop 29700|On the steep bank, deep and bold. 29700|I watch the shadows at my feet; 29700|They dart like spears. I know their paths 29700|Are worn by some who now would need 29700|My blood for freedom to obey, ======================================== SAMPLE 7520 ======================================== 30282|Sihte ȝe þe saue _sau* _wite,_ saue _swine_. 30282|Skepe _scrymge_, _scrym_, _scym_, _scriam_, _strange_, _scoams. 30282|Skelp _skirl_, _skild_, _skirl_, _skalth_, a _skooklin_ word 30282|Skelpe _skitherrie_ (the wind), _skitherry_, to make fast, to bind. 30282|Skales _skinker_, _skil_, _skinn_ (the scythe), to _skink_, to shiver. 30282|Skinker-lych _skinkled_, _skinklin_, to _skid_, to _slide_, slide. 30282|Skirling _skirfte_, shivering, to _skirling_, to _slid_. 30282|Skirling _skirling_, shiver, to ike, to _slide_. 30282|Sligdin, _slig_. To _sligter_, to _slip_, _slip_, to "slide. 30282|Slinte, _slink_, slippery, _slink_, _slink_, a _slippery_. 30282|Sledeȝ _sleepe_, _slype_ (mild, good), _spred_, a ridge of ground; 30282|Sligste _sleeȝ_, _slig_ (the ground), a _slype_. 30282|Slugwand, _slowny_, _slippery_, _slug_, _sluggard_. 30282|Smingle, _sminge_, _smitten_ (the glass), _smitten_, smeared. 30282|Smyt, _smyt_, to smitten, smeared, _smashed_, _smashed_; to take the 30282|sharpest edge one's counterpawne, a _slyt_, a _sly-t_, a slip. 30282|Slu{m}m, _slu[m]ma_. The word _slum_ is a vulgar name for the English 30282|Snow-limmer, _slow-limmer_, sliding, _sliding_. 30282|Soft-fushion, c. 4. 30282|Sowt-out, not sowed, _sung_, _spread_, _swelled_. 30282|Sixpence-pigeon, _sixpence-pigeon_. 30282|Sowers, _a _sowers_. 30282|Sides, _sides_, _an an c. 4. 30282|Sigwart, _sigwart_, _a well-kept, a staid}, 30282|Sky-kynge, _sky-kynge_, _a skylier_, _sky poet_. 30282|Sky-way, _sky-way_, _a space_. 30282|Slant, _slant on_, _slanting on_, _slanting with_ 30282|_an _all_, a _all_, a _all-at-hens_, _all-at-once_, 30282|A-stel, _at-spring_, _at-spring_, _at-spring_, _at-spring_. 30282|_all-at-hes_, _all-at-hens_, _all-at-rees_. 30282|Slant-fulle, _slantfull_, _slanting of_, _slantfull_ (by a line), 30282|slantfull (in an author's sense), _at-filt_, _at-leve_. 30282|slantfull (rhymed _at-filt_). 30282|_slant-er_, _slant-e, slant_, to _so_, to _spear_ (the point of a sword or 30282|slant-it ======================================== SAMPLE 7530 ======================================== 1005|Thus at the foot of the steep bank we stood. 1005|Damietti march'd onward, as the tow'rs 1005|Propp'd on the mountains; but the degree 1005|At which the summits reared, our eyes could reach 1005|None knew how much ascent. On the left hand 1005|us were met a race, who in wise rhyme 1005|Were mediating between themselves. Theirs 1005|Was the loud humouring; and the words they spake 1005|Brake away, like sound of many streams 1005|Disjoined thence mingled they together, 1005|That yielding to a single sound. Fame, 1005|That in the hearts of pagans vocifer 1005|Had published the wondrous Canto, shall 1005|Add here to the rest of this record, that all 1005|This race, as well of giants as of men, 1005|Felt therein a kind of balmy wind. 1005|"Whence I that scent of genial warmth," 1005|Bespake i' the air, "that dislik'd and fragrant 1005|In me had life, and had the power to feel, 1005|As they who dwell in the bright regions have, 1005|So early were inclin'd, deeming it good 1005|Each one to make his neighbours better kin; 1005|This, this was my first breeding; thence mine art, 1005|To render odour more manifest. 1005|That in you will I find entrance, answer right. 1005|Ripe is your state, and therefore would you wait 1005|Late on the wing of changing fortune. Enrich'd 1005|And organ full of life, what then remains? 1005|To loftiest height ye cannot, climb your state; 1005|And to become mighty correspondeth 1005|To that your soul considers virtuous." 1005|Betwixt his words, such fulness of the spirit 1005|It had assimilated, that the limbs 1005|To its utmost perfection had not wrought 1005|Newly, how keenly now attention recall'd 1005|Had I to hear, and everything resumed 1005|To my sagacious nature. Yet again 1005|As sponge full of oil, one of my wrists 1005|Reach'd, where it would find the web,through exertion 1005|Soiled by the stripp'd linen. With the feeling 1005|Of my pain, and that stinging irony, 1005|Some moments I withdrew myself; but soon 1005|Becoming soon repentant, I engag'd 1005|Against the sting, and said: "It was a lie." 1005|And the other straight confessed it not, 1005|But down at once the lance went up to his breast. 1005|A tale so strange might well to some seem 1005|As nothing, to the knowing reader: who 1005|Would ask, why in the sun not man beheld 1005|Stood some few feet above the water? and who 1005|Would marvel, if upon the earth, behind, 1005|They could not see him returning? nor slight 1005|Or grope to see him moving, when in vain! 1005|So were they seen not, though no vault profound 1005|Threat supposing innocence: and as the beam 1005|Traversed the floor of crystal, or the flight 1005|Of eagle swoop, so Hecuba ascended, 1005|Adown the stairway, by her hair detain'd. 1005|Now were all eyes turned, while in her flight she rode 1005| Up to the seventh foss. 1005|cape.] 1005|And, through the gross earth penetrating, found 1005|The cave of Death. OMAR, the brother of the name 1005|Of HETHETYEBUSTA, who built a boat 1005|And cart without the circuit of a JUN, 1005|Drew back the water, and to his own country pil'd. 1005|Meanwhile the whitened seaman swam up to the hill, 1005|And to the watchers dame RETCHEDA was mute; 1005|She, who by chance might note my mirth, drew near, 1005|And, her fair cheeks bathed in ruddy light, 1005|Thus in the dance began: "Here," ======================================== SAMPLE 7540 ======================================== 8672|To leave an empty room to the light, 8672|And the sad sight to joy will change, 8672|Ere a word you speak the night 8672|Tells that death hath come to that 8672|Who in life loves so. 8672|And all you see, that you may know, 8672|Must some strange story tell to you; 8672|Then the sun will rise and shine 8672|And the moon will show its own light, 8672|Till all you see is done. 8672|The moon and all the stars above, 8672|Are fain to prove their true condition; 8672|Then look in your heart, and learn 8672|The word that only says so. 8672|If you are true, then your heart, my dear, 8672|Has grown for aye to nothing but pain; 8672|Then take my hand and walk away, 8672|And walk away and know. 8672|If you are true, then every day, 8672|I see my heart as a thin veil-- 8672|Then look in your heart and learn 8672|And take my hand and go. 8672|If you are true, and just what I think 8672|You never do forget to forget, 8672|You turn the bright tears all to smiles, 8672|And give my heart a new content, 8672|And give my spirit rest. 8672|But what a change! The day that once 8672|Felt so that you changed your colour, 8672|Tranquil and pure, and dear and dear, 8672|Is grown so very cold and keen and gray, 8672|I sometimes wish I had not been born. 8672|And though the flowers I used to praise, 8672|I often wonder how they know 8672|I love them all so well as they: 8672|I never read a word to see 8672|Why their flowers are so dear to me. 8672|And though I sometimes long for you 8672|I often wish I had the heart 8672|To change the happy hours of my day 8672|To something less unsatisfied. 8672|The summer sun's gold on the roof 8672|As I sit waiting for the rain; 8672|The autumn winds are crying loud 8672|In the lonely house that grey and grey, 8672|Which now is dust and mould and gray. 8672|No more the wind's wild voice is calling; 8672|And I wish I never had a child, 8672|Or else the little one were dead. 8672|The sun goes up the wind, and now 8672|I cannot turn the latch, or go to sleep, 8672|Because the old days so would stay with me, 8672|The grey is there for all to see. 8672|The wind goes down, and now the rain 8672|Sobs loud, it drowns out the sky. 8672|The old green leaves are lying down 8672|Where some long hollow tree grew up. 8672|I'll lie and watch the water roll 8672|And look at it from many a hole, 8672|And look and listen and see it pass 8672|Over many a waste and grassy place. 8672|The wind goes sighing by, and now 8672|I cannot shut the window wide 8672|And watch that sunbeam flowing by, 8672|Till it has gone and left the dark 8672|And darkness on the earth and sky. 8672|The rain goes down the river: 8672|I cannot turn to dry my eyes, 8672|For there are clouds all black at hand, 8672|And they are driving down the tide. 8672|But there are things that nothing fears, 8672|For one small boat is waiting there 8672|For me upon the open flood. 8672|And I will sit and watch so late 8672|When I forget and walk alone 8672|The roads in which the other ones go, 8672|Lose heart of youth and heart of age. 8672|And I will be a stranger there, 8672|And laugh, and sing till morning long 8672|The words that still are in my heart. 8672|If I could paint a little flower 8672|Like a young maid in her beauty's pride, 8672|Or a sad little lass of earth, ======================================== SAMPLE 7550 ======================================== 1280|As it is done in the olden time? 1280|It may be 1280|Innocent blood, as the ancient folk say. 1280|THUS the thought 1280|Came into my heart 1280|And a thought's strength gripped my brain and gripped, 1280|Until out of this turmoil and strife 1280|Was something of truth and quietude; 1280|A peace, 1280|Of proportionate measure, as you might measure 1280|The peace of a well-fed little boy 1280|Whose eyes are full of dreams and all thoughts. 1280|THEY told that to-day was the first eve 1280|She heard a child's laugh. 1280|Is it the voice of my mother? 1280|Oh, surely! 1280|That voice I have heard only once. 1280|She was lying on a quiet bed 1280|One time a child and I, 1280|When suddenly I closed her little eyes, 1280|Stretched on the couch and wept. 1280|THEY say there is a mystic 1280|And elemental power 1280|Which gives the soul a breath 1280|Which is stronger than that of man. 1280|WHILE the great men of the earth were sleeping, 1280|As one might be, in the twilight hours 1280|Of their dream, the sun rose up and rose above them. 1280|And it came to say to each 1280|Of their dreams--"This is the hour, 1280|You must rise and go to a great city 1280|Where they give you the work of men." 1280|So I stood in the morning light, 1280|And, going to and fro, 1280|Rising and going, I heard 1280|The voice of the sun at my door, 1280|Rising and going, I heard 1280|A voice say, "Come you all into great city." 1280|I turned and looked up at the sky. 1280|I saw a face, 1280|A spirit, full of the dream and the mystery, 1280|And the voice saying, "I go when the sun goes down." 1280|I heard the voices of the men 1280|As they walked to their work, 1280|Calling and calling and calling, 1280|Calling and calling, calling and calling. 1280|"WHEN you look to the west, 1280|And if you turn your face away 1280|From the hills above you and the lake, 1280|The hills that rise like black masts 1280|Into the river, your love will never find you." 1280|Then I looked toward the lake 1280|And I saw the hills 1280|Grow black beneath the silent sky 1280|Until they were as the white clouds that hide the skies. 1280|THE earth has lost her perfect youth, 1280|And all the air is full of truth 1280|That burns my very soul and fills my eyes, 1280|And speaks my spirit to and takes 1280|My thought into her hand to speak. 1280|The sky and the earth are old, 1280|The man is sick and weary, 1280|And she must find the proper word 1280|To tell her love to her dear lover. 1280|She does not say a word, but waits 1280|Laid in the quiet bedside 1280|Without a sound or hope to cheer her, 1280|And knows her passion's coming time 1280|Has found the words to call him home. 1280|A CRASHING of the ocean 1280|Onward in the distance, 1280|A sudden burst of brilliant fire-- 1280|A flash of lightning-- 1280|No more the ocean was, nor he, 1280|But a bright arch, 1280|Clear, beautiful, and bright as day, 1280|O'er the sky's blue edge. 1280|The sea and sky were one again 1280|With a bright, undimmed glory, 1280|And the sea-birds fluttered over their bliss, 1280|Like waves upon a shore. 1280|The waves of the sea, 1280|So long at rest, 1280|Toward that flash did hasten madly 1280|That all might shine. 1280|The waves of the sea, 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 7560 ======================================== 19170|Whose heart is the proud, deep, blue, clear sea, 19170|Whose heart is the sun-lit, blue, clear air? 19170|Whose heart is the wind-blown sweet, white flowers?" 19170|"Why, a thousand are my name; 19170|And I was the last, for whom it kept 19170|As ever it used to keep; 19170|My name is as clear and free." 19170|"I cannot tell you how I met her: I met her when she 19170|sat alone; 19170|Her hair was a rustle, and her eyes were brown, 19170|and she had a face like stone; 19170|And I am as good a man as I can be, 19170|I told her this, and she came, and sat down beside me. 19170|How fair she was, how beautiful; 19170|And for pity I cried; but if she could know, 19170|She was as fair as she was good. 19170|And for a kiss I set the ring 19170|About her finger small; 19170|I loved her, she said, just as you do-- 19170|I told her that; and with that word she left me-- 19170|But one little word she could say, 19170|And I loved her evermore. 19170|O love is the flower of the grass, 19170|And love is the fruit of the tree; 19170|Our hands are clasped, and our cheeks are wet, 19170|and the light is dim. 19170|O you dear eyes are closed above! 19170|Oh, you are aye alway here. 19170|We had a name, and long ago 19170|Your name was turned from me, 19170|And I forgot in the darkness of night 19170|To watch you--to pray you; 19170|And I was alone that far distant year, 19170|And you were mine, O love, O heaven: 19170|_She has forgot._ 19170|When that one day I knew you not, 19170|Nor loved you, nor had cared, 19170|I gave myself to grief! 19170|For all your smileless frown, 19170|Your tender and sad eyes, 19170|So plain to me, and yet so wise, 19170|So fair to gaze on. 19170|And this you loved I neither knew nor cared-- 19170|Yet I forgive, so fair!-- 19170|I thought it better than you; and now 19170|I cannot love you. 19170|O no! in the day of the conflict long 19170|I shall not have seen your face, 19170|And I have walked the path of the dead, 19170|And the feet of the dead walk all. 19170|My grief shall not come home again; 19170|It needs a deeper sea, 19170|Where my hope and my love and my faith, 19170|Will never more be. 19170|O no! in the night of the conflict long 19170|I shall not have seen your face, 19170|And all your gentle calm eyes 19170|No more shall be seen. 19170|My grief lies washed away, and the night 19170|That swept me away, 19170|Shall pass and come not with its darkness, 19170|To gather me again. 19170|O nay! and the day shall return, 19170|And the night turn back, 19170|For I know I have never loved you, 19170|Nor can love you still. 19170|If life is a flutter, 19170|It is more fleeting 19170|Than sleep, than death; 19170|And the best of deeds, 19170|Life is a way; 19170|It has no end, 19170|And no point: 19170|There is nought to follow, 19170|Or to shun; 19170|It is nought that is 19170|With a bound-- 19170|It is nothing at all, 19170|But the endless striving 19170|That leads nowhere; 19170|With a thirst 19170|To seize the sweet flower 19170|As its bud: 19170|And a hunger 19170|Unto the core 19170|Of our being, 19170|For the perfect rest 19170|Which ======================================== SAMPLE 7570 ======================================== 24869|With all of his duteous love.” 24869|Thus speaking, from the wood he hied 24869|And quickly to the hall returned, 24869|Where in his lady’s presence stood 24869|And told her everything. 24869|Again the lady’s heart was moved 24869|With love’s strong power to please: 24869|For all she saw with loving eye 24869|Had thrilled her soul with pain. 24869|She looked upon that wondrous band 24869|Of glorious sons and sire 24869|Whose might and glory matched in worth 24869|The mightiest monarchs were. 24869|Then she and Bharat with her eyes 24869|The heavenly heroes viewed, 24869|And by their presence pleased her soul, 24869|And blest the sight with peace. 24869|As by their deeds and manners praised, 24869|As well as for their virtues great, 24869|Rose praise from her her sire’s consent 24869|That Ráma to the wood should go. 24869|He came on, and when he got 24869|To Lanká, he addressed 24869|His greeting to the city. 24869|Then Ráma to Ayodhyá went, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ and Sumitrá came, 24869|And all who with him in their train 24869|Had met on their return. 24869|The sons of Raghu came at last 24869|Where Rishyavedot dwelt, 24869|And wise, well-fitted hosts he led, 24869|And armies in array. 24869|High were the hills, the banks were clear, 24869|The forests high; 24869|Where birds of every feather flew, 24869|Or kine their youthful strength supported. 24869|And Ráma with Lakshmaṇ’s arm 24869|Was clad in arms of mighty might, 24869|And bade them forth to Nineveh, 24869|Their city far away. 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ and Ayodhyá came, 24869|And Sítá and the dame 24869|Were led by Ráma to the town 24869|Where Lanká’s sons dwelt. 24869|There Ráma, the best and best, 24869|A valiant chief to see, 24869|On Sítá and her spouse arrayed 24869|His numerous host and bold.” 24869|From palace gates, with many a cry 24869|Of joyful welcome, Ráma came 24869|And Lakshmaṇ with him, and they 24869|Await, obedient to their Lord, 24869|Their lord with reverent steps: 24869|At Sítá’s name, her lord whom all 24869|Adored, he turned and went. 24869|Then Sítá to Ráma named, 24869|His feet to bow addressed: 24869|“O Ráma, turn, and by this sign 24869|I beg thee with my prayer. 24869|This palace now is thine own, 24869|Its walls and roof arched high. 24869|A happy land is ours now, 24869|A prosperous road we tread. 24869|I, Ráma, be the Queen 24869|The glorious home of all.” 24869|Before the queen a little way 24869|She bowed her head, and thence 24869|Sent Ráma forth in wonderment 24869|Into Lanká’s city deep. 24869|Then with great words and earnest speech 24869|That smote each sense and breast: 24869|“O, Sítá, if I should stay 24869|To see thee on this road, 24869|Far from my home, I would not, 24869|O Queen of life and light, 24869|Stay here for more than twelve 24869|Hours and from the morning sun 24869|My body bathe in dew 24869|The warm moist breath of spring. 24869|I would not live, but would have stayed 24869|At home, content to rest, 24869|And with a loving spouse 24869|My life on her you chose.” 24869|Thus Sítá in her woe- ======================================== SAMPLE 7580 ======================================== 38566|is also mentioned. Cf. Paus. i. 33. 21: 38566|Vrbis in pietas, quia, nisi dulci, in alta dolentia? 38566|'O Plautus, quicquid inerte aetate in ista cum 38566|Quaesitai, cum quaene, cum quo tempore in ipsa 38566|Omne in orbe legumque uolucrem, in orbe legatum, 38566|Et tenerae mei nouas et mihi cumiscere meis.'] 38566|'All the old wives, and the young nymphs too 38566|Shunning all talk of marriage, in their bowers 38566|Do hide the evil day.'--POPE. 38566|'Risunt mihi, quae mors equus ille, 38566|Quaeque leprae parientur, et lilia tela.' 38566|'Nunc te, Daphne, nunc te. O te, Daphne, nunc 38566|Quod mors equus ille.' 38566|See also 'Ode iam demow Deos' (Aen. i. 6): 38566|dearest, most beloved; 38566|Dearest in the world.' 38566|'Nec mihi quid velim, mors equus ille 38566|Velut stellato suos hortariore per angelo.'" 38566|'Nebim tam cor vis gravis igitur imo' (I. xvi. 27). 38566|'Cum tam cor paupertas aevi te, velitaphane 38566|Odris dicemis aper, odris teneris ocellos?' 38566|Odris dicemis teneris ocellos is the meaning the same? 38566|'Tale o pisces mihi qui minus iter, nisi proprio.' 38566|'Nempe Paullum mihi quoque fuit, 38566|Pauper amor? qui minus iter mori.' 38566|'Quanto tanto, quanto tibi.' 38566|'Non illam tibi sic certe grauis amabimur, 38566|Non illam tibi velut urna suis.' 38566|If there is anything more subtle and subtle than the use of 38566|'Deus ille in tua vita, Deus in arte nocendi, 38566|In arte veluti, in arte modi, in arte piu: 38566|Is ea in tua, is ea in arte veluti.' 38566|'Atque utinam in tua vel severi tuos 38566|Tua vel sicut aera: tua vels tua.' 38566|'Quaerendo potest haec modo in vide notes Civ. 3. 38566|Huc ego in illis, et illas haec haec absolutei, cita.' 38566|O graues! proporc. te quoniam esse videlicet arte! 38566|Si, tacet, audax et infelice simul in ore, et ex ore velit, 38566|Te querere veluti vis'ro. te simul omnes amat! 38566|'Sunt apud Ideis, tantum propiscite Deum!' 38566|'Si quando 38566|Cursabit haec: dura est in mala, mala est in vocem.' 38566|'Ut si quando 38566|Conspexit haec: dura mala decepta est in vellum.' 38566|Tale decepta virente sinuatus.' 38566|'Ut si perducto, si perge remediamur.' 38566|'Ut si perepto, sed pergere facti dextrae, 38566|Tale perduxit, tale perduxit, ferioque.' 38566|and more of this sort of metre.) 38566|The translation below assumes this sense. 38566|'Sunt apud Ideis, tantum propiscite Deum! 38566|In arte decepta, in arte decepta vivere: 38566|In voce, in ======================================== SAMPLE 7590 ======================================== 16059|Por los hechos de tres mares 16059|El maddo mano de las narices 16059|Con ciencia y encarnal y vencedor; 16059|Y á los hechos piensos he 16059|Rueda más bany á la dirección, 16059|Que en paz solo, enjutos se 16059|Los pocos tuyos se escondió, 16059|Y á su frente estraño se había, 16059|Vierte con los viento agitó: 16059|Yo no puedo se quiere mi santa fe, 16059|Que á mi voz... y pues el que el viento, 16059|Y á mi frente no puedo le diría. 16059|Que en cada cada sólo 16059|Llegóse el aliento que le vencedor, 16059|Que puedan era escuchar desear. 16059|Al pájaro de yede 16059|Dejando el cetro desmayo, 16059|No era canto que le fueron, 16059|Porque le noche la noche y las cifras 16059|Nuevo recocho sus luces 16059|Y á todos los deseo 16059|En otro gusto se desconocido. 16059|Dijo, vuelve el cielo 16059|Con el señor de las flores, 16059|Vete de vos, que en su dolor 16059|A ti se escuchó Los áonsos 16059|Y el aire flamosado en el misterioso, 16059|Era aquél mi corazón 16059|El nombre de los Açossa y la virgen. 16059|El aire señor, levanto 16059|Lámparas le oculto, y le oculto señal. 16059|Otra vez: ¿Qué süave la libertad? 16059|Los lindos reyes, que siempre 16059|Yace en lenguaje 16059|Sus pueblos tiempos, 16059|Y sus órbitos cubiertos 16059|Se en torno plegaron 16059|Ángel del cabellero. 16059|¿Quién reciertos los pocos 16059|Hoy que siempre 16059|Unas de la selva, y una sepalla 16059|Viento en las vuelas del mundo? 16059|«Tu vista,» se sigue, 16059|»Me veo, yo no te viene; 16059|Porque hacerte de tal manera 16059|Que me dió la torpe; 16059|Y luego del rey el alma, 16059|Todas, se despojecen: 16059|«Pues buenas fuentes de la vida 16059|Haces, todas tan dar la dama; 16059|Y no le dicen. La tu alegre 16059|Los tierras llores haces... 16059|El arrullino se alcanza 16059|De ver del mundo se abriendo, 16059|Hasta el mundo mi vida...» 16059|Làciel es de arrullarme 16059|De la tu grandeza, 16059|Y á su aliento alcaide 16059|Lleva al manajel minero, 16059|«Y á una paredad 16059|Haya noche, y por un poco 16059|Al sol templado al pie del airón, 16059|Un mejor propio cayó, 16059|Haya noche. 16059|No muerta cayó, 16059|Ya dulce flor, y por sus peces 16059|Hamáis, con hermosos, 16059|Y la noche, haya noche.» 16059|Ved se ======================================== SAMPLE 7600 ======================================== 1304|The stars are gone, 1304|The stars! 1304|To-morrow morn, the stars will be a-wake, 1304|And gather round the sun at heaven's gate; 1304|They never will forget this day's glory; 1304|When first I saw you shine with you mine eyes 1304|I longed to kiss that maiden hand of mine, 1304|And have it duly from me this day. 1304|But now--the starry night-watches fall; 1304|The stars are gone. 1304|O starry night-watches, thou, for me, 1304|That keptst so late from the light of thine 1304|A faithful record, whatsoe'er it be 1304|Of what I have done,--nor ever erred 1304|Nor ever injured thee (nor even grew weary 1304|Of watching o'er me), nor ever forgot 1304|Thee in the midnight. And now, no longer, 1304|My queen of nightingales! 1304|And thy good name is over and gone, 1304|That day of all days for my soul's delight: 1304|My song is over. 1304|And now the night is come, and far and low 1304|The lonely stars are shining. And the moon 1304|Begins to shiver. And the dews of night 1304|Are falling. And the stars, they know not why, 1304|Begrudge thy wondering gaze. 1304|And still thou goest, my lovely nightingale, 1304|Begrudge the stars, and all the shining heaven, 1304|And heaven's own beauty, for thy shivering tribute 1304|To this fair night,-- 1304|The night without night, without day, without love, 1304|Without all love that is--without all pleasure, 1304|Without all joy except loss. 1304|And far down amid the silent waste 1304|Of misty haze and dusky cloud 1304|The haggard moon hath lain, as fair, as feeble 1304|As thought may make a thing gone mad. 1304|And still the stars are watching and gazing 1304|And still I hear thy plaintive plaint-- 1304|For nothing but my heart is failing 1304|And failing now. 1304|And still the moon withers, and still I mourn, 1304|And still I long for thee. And still my grief 1304|Is the more for thy absence, for I miss 1304|Thy sweet voice, and light no more. 1304|And thou art long as life, and Iless, and lone, 1304|And yet I love thee--love thee still, 1304|For ever love thee, oh, love me, oh, love me! 1304|And if I ever shall love thee more 1304|Than flowers of the May, and woods of the June, 1304|If trees of the June then only shall bring 1304|The summer to me, and blossom again, 1304|Then shall I yearn for thee. 1304|MY heart is still my heart, 1304|And night is still yon star, 1304|While all this world is old, 1304|And still yon star yon star. 1304|My heart is still my heart, 1304|And all my world is new. 1304|MY love is as a stream, 1304|That flows forever, 1304|My love is as the wave 1304|That runs adown the sea. 1304|My love is as a sea 1304|Of flowery trees . . . 1304|And all my world is new 1304|And still yon star yon star. 1304|HERE lies poor John Brown, 1304|Who so gayly sang 1304|Of meeting on the green 1304|With a bonny lassie, 1304|And a kiss and a bond. 1304|He's low, and he's dead, 1304|Poor John Brown's low, 1304|And if he were but here 1304|He might be happy to hear 1304|My lovely Lisette, 1304|And I my Lisette. 1304|Beneath the silver-windowed elm 1304|There is a little gardenide: 1304|There grows in bl ======================================== SAMPLE 7610 ======================================== 35188|The man who is so small is bound to be wise, 35188|For he will find a lesson that comes to young men from the 35188|"Do not fear the Lord" 35188|When the sun's at morning, 35188|The bird is singing to its mate, 35188|The breeze is soft and mild 35188|In the drowsy woods of afternoon. 35188|And soon the sun's going down. 35188|When the sun's at noon 35188|Comes the song of the birds, 35188|And the woods are stilled 35188|And the woods are full of rest. 35188|Do you fear the Master? 35188|When the Master has gone, 35188|How shall we fear the wind? 35188|We are grown so weary of living. 35188|The wild flowers are like blankets, 35188|The trees are like garments. 35188|The world is like a forest 35188|That weaves its web of darkness 35188|And glows like morning! 35188|The birds make music in the sunshine, 35188|They murmur at the dawn. 35188|For I will lie on the grass and sing them a song. 35188|I have found an empty room, 35188|I have found the room of God, 35188|And a room without light and a room without 35188|room. 35188|The room within my heart is light 35188|And I will rest and sing 35188|To the wing of the bird of my soul, 35188|Who is flying to and fro. 35188|It is a strange, strange room, 35188|I would that I could go out 35188|A-tipping to the window 35188|And rest in my empty room. 35188|I would like to go into my room 35188|Where my room is light and free, 35188|And where the night is cold, 35188|And the wind is silent 35188|And the wood is full of green leaves, 35188|And I can lay me down like a child 35188|And sleep on the floor of my soul. 35188|O let me rest in my room, 35188|And find a sleeping draught of the dew 35188|From the wings of the bird of my soul, 35188|Who is flying to and fro. 35188|"And the trees and the woods are full of rest." 35188|The little black bird sings: 35188|"And the woods and the streams have hearts to rest." 35188|The morning has changed to evening, 35188|The wildwood is bare and old; 35188|The wild wood is full of birds 35188|And they sing to the white star, 35188|The white star of morning. 35188|The star of morning is the white light. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The wild wood was full of birds 35188|And they sang to the white star, 35188|The white star of morning. 35188|When morning came in the morning, 35188|The night went down to the lake; 35188|The water, the river and sky 35188|And they sung to the white star, 35188|The white Star of morning. 35188|The star of morning is the lightning. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning sang: 35188|"And night and day and night shall sing." 35188|The moon came out of the sky, 35188|The birds sang and watched her star. 35188|The star of morning is the dawn. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning cried: 35188|"And day and night and day shall cry." 35188|The sun came out of the sea 35188|And the birds sang and followed her. 35188|The star of morning is the night. 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning cried: 35188|"And night and day and night shall sing." 35188|When morning came in the morning 35188|The bird of the morning cried: 35188|"And night and day and night and night 35188|Shall song by the white star, 35188|The white Star of morning." 35188|"But where is the rest of the woods?" 35188|"_The woods that ======================================== SAMPLE 7620 ======================================== 836|Then the young, the silent boy; 836|Hiding one moment in the darkness, 836|But the next night revealing, 836|His eyes at last, as black as iron, 836|He had cast on the world. 836|And they called him a foolish boy, 836|And told him to stop it. 836|But he still, as midnight fell-- 836|As the shadows veiled the street, 836|Sideways and stiffly crept, 836|Past the house, past the school. 836|And she came in after half a day 836|And he was gone, and she sobbed aloud, 836|"Dear, that was a foolish boy!" 836|I went to the country. There I lived by myself, 836|And heard the wind say, o'er the parson's tower 836|That we lived under the shadow of the bush. 836|The wind that was like a cry from a lost soul-- 836|Oh, it was a cry that I would have died to hear, 836|But, like angels, the silence was about me. 836|I thought of the parson, and I thought of the stone 836|On the grave in the distance where the dead were thrown, 836|And the parson's hill that now stood alone, 836|And the stone that a traveller had struck. 836|I thought of the house beneath the mossy wall, 836|The door on the world, the stone between my feet, 836|And the blackbird's voice in the moss that grew 836|Under my head. 836|And I said to myself: "For a life I will live again, 836|These are the stones, these are the doors, 836|These are the hinges of time and death, 836|These are the great walls of time and fate, 836|And, like a broken dream in a dream, 836|I thought of a stone that had fallen and broke 836|And had grown silent again, 836|To fall and break in a quiet grave and disappear." 836|Then, with the wind blowing over my head, 836|I sat in the twilight and thought of a stone, 836|While it, and the stone in it, and its hill 836|In the distance grew like a memory, 836|And I thought of the stone with its stone-like hill, 836|And its door in the dusk, and the stone-like hill 836|That was shut, and the door that was made. 836|And I said: "The stone's name--'tis the stone, 836|The broken dream of my life, 836|The gate that opens in the twilight--that is dead." 836|Then the wind went over the stone, 836|And the window by the shore dropped wide. 836|"Go to sleep," it said, "the dreams grow nigh, 836|And the sun will set in the sky to-night, 836|And we shall see the stars by night." 836|And I went to sleep, and the dreams grew nigh, 836|And Time spoke the word and the skies went out 836|And I was alone beside the sea, 8366|And I, who am forgotten, alone. 8366|What is the cost of man? In life there is no doubt. 8366|A cost at least which all men, and I, may bear. 8366|Is it worth having lived in the dim hour of dawn, 8366|When the blue heavens were full of suns yet blue, 8366|When the sea was not, nor aught that was not light? 8366|Is it worth having lived in the golden day 8366|When the earth with the sun was all in a flame? 8366|As I sit here alone I cannot help but think 8366|As I look towards the hills, beyond the village flat, 8366|Each one with its long grassy ridge and tall firs, 8366|Each one with its spires and height and wide, blue land, 8366|And my heart cries, "It is there that will always be." 8366|Then, in the darkness, at dawn, the birds will sing 8366|For the people and the wind and the dawn will be, 8366|And their notes will make a melody to me, ======================================== SAMPLE 7630 ======================================== 29345|It is all good sport, if you would. 29345|It must be, after all, that we 29345|Have reached the limits of reality, 29345|Our life being one extended stretch 29345|Of endless good pleasure and of pain. 29345|I am not quite sure what we ought to say, 29345|What we ought to be the things we are; 29345|What we ought to be is the thing we are. 29345|To look a moment in the face, 29345|And say, look, this is the way to go. 29345|There's nothing quite so ordinary or square, 29345|As the things we take to be the way to go. 29345|The sky is a compass that we see and heed, 29345|And the great world where we live and have our being 29345|Is a great world that we ought to travel by. 29345|We ought to look with common eyes at it, 29345|And not try to make it understand our pain; 29345|We ought to learn by common, friendly ways 29345|To talk of things by common names and things. 29345|I wonder when a man has learned all these 29345|And said, I'm sure there are some that know less, 29345|Why he should care if we lived a certain life, 29345|And walked the life our mothers told us? 29345|For a man has often learned by that experience 29345|There's something is not only very quite 29345|Quite enough, but it's also good to know. 29345|That the human nature is not always most 29345|About the things we do; that we sometimes do 29345|But little, do the things we ought to do. 29345|It's a life we'd have to walk in circles round, 29345|Though now and then the earth may yawn and yawn again-- 29345|But that's the way to find that we were right. 29345|We ought to be good boys in our day 29345|Till we are tired of being good; 29345|And that's what we ought to do, in plain, simple phrase, 29345|With our own ways, to be good men. 29345|The only real question is: 29345|What is duty, if duty not 29345|Be duty and the task be play? 29345|How many an hour have you stood 29345|In a circle round a fire 29345|Of twisted logs, and, after tea, 29345|Have sat a quiet-eating boy 29345|To get you smiling--and gone by 29345|To your job or something else? 29345|It's the only thing that's always kind. 29345|I know that I am not a saint, 29345|For I have been a sinner, too; 29345|But it isn't that I've turned my face 29345|From the sin's extreme importation, 29345|Nor that I've turned the pages back 29345|In my mind's eye to make it plain 29345|That the world was never meant to be 29345|A thing to which one was not born; 29345|It's that I have found at last 29345|I'm not a sinner for all my years 29345|And that a sinner's always needed. 29345|I know it's nothing but folly 29345|And an unrealized glory 29345|To think of looking God in the face 29345|Since He has given us such clear signs 29345|That our souls have held our lives 29345|With a coherence as strong 29345|As water is to iron, steel, 29345|And in the work you do 29345|You just find one day 29345|Some one has found it for you 29345|And there's no denying 29345|You are only living by 29345|That other's faith. 29345|You can't escape it, you've got it all worked out. 29345|Even this year, and the month that's less, 29345|And only the first thing to get done-- 29345|You wonder what the year will be 29345|When you find out it's never to be done! 29345|It's a bit of a puzzle, 29345|But then you have to come 29345|And work yourself out, no matter how hard you try. 29345|There can't be much more to say 29345| ======================================== SAMPLE 7640 ======================================== 17448|That has been theret on to fiddle-fa', 17448|And soit was I gaed a-dancing 17448|A bonnie kintry a bonnie day. 17448|There I met a lassie o' mony lammers, 17448|And I kent her for the fairest i' the Park; 17448|And I was sae fine and sweet that day, 17448|That ilka morning o' life in the spring! 17448|But ilka day that came my way, 17448|And it did glint and it did shine, 17448|I was sae wearied wi' my daughtin' 17448|That ilk ae glum stan'- 17448|I couldna ken that theret deels were trodin' 17448|And dazed with sportin' and a-glee. 17448|There I met a lassie, my heart was a-glistin', 17448|As a rose in the early bud; 17448|A wee shadow on her bonnet o't, 17448|She told me her waefu' tale. 17448|I hadna blushed sae red for greetin' and kissin' 17448|Or the thrill o' the dance o' Day; 17448|But she hadna blushed sae rosy white for meetin' 17448|Yestreen she sung her lullaby. 17448|In the wee bit rosebud bloomin' o't it was sweet, 17448|I met a lassie--"Mam, araw braw men 17448|Might mak me mair sweet than honey!" 17448|She gaed right thro' the wee bit bud bloomin' 17448|To give me a-crapin' at her ear, 17448|And I met a lassie, my heart was a-glistin' 17448|As a rose in the early bud. 17448|Auld father used to say, an' that's a hard case, 17448|"O! the first's now out o' date; 17448|The second's just gane, an' gaun to the bin, 17448|The third's o' gin an' beer." 17448|I want that lassie, her hair in a curl, 17448|Wi' belly o' siller, 17448|She 'll help me thro' the lammie thegither, 17448|An' help me thro' the lammie. 17448|Farewell, my ain lammie! 17448|The lammie thegither! 17448|The thochts o' love and care 17448|I had when a lad o' mean condition, 17448|An' when I mought hope to please her! 17448|When I wist she wad change, ay, wist she wad change 17448|The more she resembled me, 17448|To wad be all to her, and leave the rest 17448|To her an' me, O! then I was almost glad 17448|That I'd got her to wink, at last she did blink, 17448|At last she did blink. 17448|And now the lammie's warted an' is siller, 17448|An' the hairtie's grey an' hoar; 17448|An' what I'd got to gie to her was all to me, 17448|Nae mair I'll seek the lammie. 17448|A la for me, 17448|A lass o' mine, 17448|A lass o' mine, 17448|The lass o' mine, 17448|The lass o' mine 17448|The lass o' mine 17448|The lussie o' mine, 17448|She 's gawn to be 17448|The ainliest, kindest, 17448|The ainliest lassie, 17448|My ain lassie, 17448|To have them a, 17448|They a' to me; 17448|Then come wi' me, 17448|O! come wi' me, 17448|O! come wi' me, 17448|O! come wi' me 17448|For love of me, 17448|For love o' me; 17448|Gang ye by ======================================== SAMPLE 7650 ======================================== 7394|To the little feet of our child, 7394|The little hands are mine, 7394|Wound them gently, while they may 7394|For God's people, wherever they be! 7394|Our hearts are bounden, while we rest, 7394|From the day's event; 7394|Our thoughts are over-wearied, as we hear 7394|The trumpet sound, 7394|When from His camp the Redeemer's word 7394|The weary shall arise, 7394|And, from the dust of death, see Him redeem 7394|The trespass of the grave. 7394|God's arm of strength is raised, the battle's done; 7394|It is over now, the day is won, 7394|And the Redeemer's chosen band, 7394|To their everlasting home 7394|Shall come no more, 7394|Our sons' offspring, men or maid, 7394|To the grave's black gates; 7394|Where they went through long battle-toil, 7394|Toiling and dying earnestly; 7394|Till their God, the God whose love is here, 7394|Rescued them--not by conquering arms, 7394|But with the gracious breath of healing prayer, 7394|That called His children back to life. 7394|What though we, whose hearts the truth can scan, 7394|No battle-flag unfurled, 7394|No trumpet sound, 7394|No victory-song, 7394|No herald come unbidden to the grave, 7394|To lead them swiftly from the strife, 7394|The strife of manhood's broken day? 7394|To the Redeemer's home is given 7394|That part of His dear Father's care 7394|Which, e'en in death, can still withstand 7394|The love and watchful love of God, 7394|The patient love of Him above. 7394|Not as we go Thee, Lord, go we; 7394|Though Thy presence near us beam 7394|In the lowlier round our path to show, 7394|We need Thy help, like those who toil 7394|In Thy watch-house in the night 7394|Who, seeing dimly in the gloom 7394|What was theirs to see, we faint to find, 7394|Treasure-seekers, on a thoughtless earth 7394|Lost while we give Thee thanks. 7394|What though the night be dark with storm, 7394|Though weary life be strait, 7394|Though weary of worldly praise, 7394|Our faith to Thee is given, 7394|That, even in storm and strife and strife, 7394|We stand beside Thy friend in need, 7394|Thou art in all. 7394|When Thou art absent, Thou art gone, 7394|In Thy strength full strength is shown; 7394|Thy presence, like Thy living breath, 7394|Is life's eternal spring. 7394|O God in earth, and God in heaven, 7394|The earth Thy care doth bless, 7394|The skies with radiant fruits are bright, 7394|Sweetest fruit of love divine. 7394|Come in Thy child's calm dreams, 7394|And guard them all in health 7394|The babe, a little child, his sweetheart holds 7394|As fondly as the mother's breast,-- 7394|The babe, a little child, her sweetheart holds, 7394|The little soul of him who was 7394|As God was then, and was not, and shall be 7394|Through glory and suffering as through loss and tear. 7394|Let then the heart rejoice! 7394|Let love come back again and call with wings, 7394|As then it came in Eden's day. 7394|The stars are shining in the blue, 7394|The little boy is riding in the blue, 7394|As bright as any star is bright, 7394|The little boy rides in the blue; 7394|The stars are shining in the blue, 7394|The little boy walks in the blue, 7394|As bright as any monarch is bright, 7394|The little boy walks in the blue; 7394|The stars are shining in the blue, 7394|The little child smiles in the blue, 7394|The little boy ======================================== SAMPLE 7660 ======================================== 1287|"But still with grief was I bereft, 1287|And with a loud lament I said: 1287|'Ah, father, tell me of the boy, 1287|Who has now been killed before mine eyes.' 1287|"My mother heard my sighs, and wept: 1287|'The boy is dead and gone to-day. 1287|And we must go without the maid, 1287|And must our children have no one. 1287|That mother, who of him was sad, 1287|Must now have saddest sorrow know!' 1287|"Alone she sat in her bower, 1287|And heard the words she spoke; 1287|To her the joys of life she brought. 1287|She turned, a moment sighed, 1287|Then left the bower, and the room 1287|For the boy. She took her veil. 1287|All in doubt we sat and pondered. 1287|She was a mother with a soul. 1287|She raised her veil anew.-- 1287|Now we have neither maid nor boy, 1287|And must go without the child!" 1287|He left us, heart-searching, with our hearts of youth. 1287|In vain we strive to cast 1287|Ourselves adrift at last, 1287|For all is lost--my son nor my child! 1287|Thus they came in the dark. 1287|And the very next night, 1287|When the moon arose, 1287|The very next day there was a battle here. 1287|For three long days they fought: 1287|With the sword and with the lance, 1287|And with spears and with guns. 1287|With us there came the same 1287|Dark and bitter weather. 1287|The moon there showed no sign, 1287|The night was dark and drear, 1287|The dawn came with the light--and a little boy! 1287|They were both dead and gone, 1287|When--what a stroke! 1287|One to earth, and the other 1287|Down into the cell. 1287|So the child I named him 1287|Comes to me on this stone! 1287|And I clasp him to my breast. 1287|And the dear sight that now greets me 1287|Is my little living son, 1287|Who to-day has been born! 1287|"My only son! Ah, I am bereft, 1287|And the heart is sore, 1287|So now let me lie apart, 1287|Where the sorrowful clay. 1287|No one to watch and care for me, 1287|So now I shall lie alone, 1287|Ne'er to stir, never to sing." 1287|The mother sighs, and the child is dead; 1287|To-night alone he lies. 1287|With outstretched arms, 1287|Wondering now, she sits, 1287|The very child she lov'd! 1287|It is a cruel sight to see, 1287|At that sad hour, 1287|The dear little boy and girl, 1287|And the other one, dead, alone. 1287|"Oh my child!--if still with care 1287|And love he could rest, 1287|As the night grew dark alone, 1287|He would be my all o'er!" 1287|And she has clasp'd him to her breast, 1287|Happiness is not her own; 1287|No light within there save one 1287|White star that falls in light. 1287|Yet, since all heaven must be darkened 1287|In this life of pain, 1287|Let the mother be contented 1287|Till the son is fled. 1287|"Dear, see, my darling there, who lives 1287|Where the shadow of night 1287|Is hidden, see to whom thou art, 1287|O what care it brings!" 1287|And she has clasp'd him to her breast, 1287|And they are all alone, 1287|Where the sorrowful clay lies in death's dark grave! 1287|In heaven are the blossoms shining, 1287|In the vale too fair to be; 1287|Where one true man loves another, 1287|How fair, how ======================================== SAMPLE 7670 ======================================== 27441|To our king for counsel gave she many a fine, 27441|But the King would not hear a straw. 27441|On his throne the night was so black and still, 27441|They could hear but the bishop's horn, 27441|Nor heeded the glimmer of candle-light 27441|In the hush of the cloister-yard; 27441|For the King's knights were waiting in the hall, 27441|His squires in scarlet did dress, 27441|His liegemen in glittering steel did stand, 27441|The King's jousters in purple did wear, 27441|And the King's daughter in lavender wore. 27441|Her ladies gay she was, no fairer now 27441|Than when first by love's spell she grew; 27441|For their eyes were dazzled as they met her eye, 27441|The vision went like a dream away. 27441|And the King's daughter her haughty look resumed, 27441|And cold displeasure she cast on him; 27441|And she said, 'I charge thee, beware thou speak, 27441|For I know whose hand shall lead thy train.' 27441|'A king's daughter, my liege, thou shalt be stayed,' 27441|The King's jouster was angry to hear, 27441|For with woman's skill she had his words well done, 27441|To lead him captive away. 27441|So they made choice upon whom to betake 27441|The knightly squire-errant to lead, 27441|And his lady-maid, and good queen's array, 27441|That might with honor him obey; 27441|And by choice her hand she took, from out the bed, 27441|With the sword she made it ready lie, 27441|And a little before the sun was high, 27441|He led him forth to his dark dungeon. 27441|In that dark chamber in the dungeon dark 27441|The knight had passed eighteen years, 27441|Since he with his lady's maiden morn 27441|Had mounted to his high castle wall, 27441|And ridden through many a frosty frost; 27441|Then to a lake that lay in the wide wide sea, 27441|And, 'wearied of his rides,' upon the grass he lay, 27441|To watch the Mermaid, all in bloom. 27441|As the sun drops into the stilly scene, 27441|His bosom beat with heart-endeavouring fires; 27441|So life and love made haste to their full round, 27441|And so their life began again; 27441|Yet for long time they could no more behold 27441|The living man beside the living sea. 27441|For the good King, with sorrow and care distressed, 27441|Slept on his bed at night-time down upon 27441|The sea-beat hill-top in his palace hall, 27441|Amid the still, serene repose of May; 27441|And with him there came no other man 27441|Than what he wore and wore: 27441|The men of war, that fought on his own land, 27441|His noble son, were all with him there, 27441|And his dear daughter, her child, and wife, 27441|All with him in that sea-girt isle. 27441|Yet they had many a strange strange man there: 27441|Furrow the grey beard was in many a face, 27441|The cheek was pale, and many a woman sad 27441|Hung o'er the hero with the sea-flower crowned. 27441|The land at last was left unto him, 27441|And he went forth a victor at the sight, 27441|As a king of men may be deemed now no more, 27441|But only a man in might. 27441|For oft in dreams men say that o'er the sea, 27441|As never in sleep it stood, he saw 27441|The wondrous towers of the wondrous town; 27441|He saw the women, they were heroes all, 27441|Sons of God, a-dying in their father's hall, 27441|The little baby in the woman's arms; 27441|With shouts of joy they saw all these depart, 27441|For then they were to be the marvels' prize; 27441|The town and towers ======================================== SAMPLE 7680 ======================================== 7391|I know the way she goes, 7391|In her golden-brown car, 7391|That steers through the skies 7391|To where it is dight 7391|With lights of the stars and the moon, 7391|And the light-fingered girls 7391|Come dancing in a ring 7391|From fairy-land to meet her, 7391|With hand in hand 7391|And eyes of blue. 7391|O lovely maiden, so fair, 7391|Her cheeks that blush to red 7391|When summer smiles, 7391|And eyes that shine, 7391|My song would be done 7391|If the way to her were known, 7391|Yet here it is writ 7391|O'er the sunny sod, 7391|And the stars twinkle brighter where it stands 7391|Than in the heaven of her eyes, 7391|And she comes through the gates by field and fold 7391|From fairyland to meet me. 7391|I see her smiling all the while, 7391|As she passes by; 7391|A smile of the lightest sky, 7391|And the smile of the dearest flowers 7391|Were never made of the same clay 7391|As that she waves o'er my dream, 7391|But--a new charm 7391|From the world of life, 7391|And life's flowery road. 7391|To a land beyond the hills 7391|I would drive, and soon again 7391|I'd come at the gates again; 7391|I think of the long-past months, 7391|And the ways that they went: 7391|How her green eyes seemed to say, 7391|And her brown lip smiled down 7391|On mine; as of old 7391|In the days of yore. 7391|The flowers, with a sweet surprise, 7391|Glimmer like the shadows of gold 7391|In the deep-blue heaven, 7391|Where the moon and the world are bright, 7391|But the world's face is sad 7391|With life's farewell. 7391|Her arms with a dreamy clasp,-- 7391|I love and miss them still,-- 7391|Are they folded to-night 7391|Where the winds are high? 7391|But the breeze, that has flown far 7391|From the land of the free, 7391|Folds in light the sunlit hair 7391|Of her lips--yea, hair! 7391|With a dreamy gleam for mine,-- 7391|But the sun that is set 7391|In the depths of the night, 7391|Is the one word I should say, 7391|When the days are done, 7391|And the years begin. 7391|O'er the road of the wild-duck race 7391|I would take the flying dove, 7391|Or the sea-bird, in a glint 7391|Of its golden eye. 7391|And the light and laughter so strong 7391|And the sweet delight to see, 7391|And its wings, like an aerial lark, 7391|And its eyes, like a glance 7391|Of love, would light the wings of the bird 7391|By the hand of my bride. 7391|And for the heart, too, that doth beat 7391|So warm and strong and high, 7391|The glance it would send from her eye, 7391|I would feel its pulse, 7391|And the glance would give me a sword 7391|When my lady was dead. 7391|But our happy day is all fled, 7391|As we linger yet to hear 7391|The bird's song in its joy's farewell, 7391|And the voice of the sea 7391|Crying from the wild-duck's shore. 7391|At noon o'er the wild-deer stalks the bovine ghost, 7391|And he stands on the old stone sill, and he is gray 7391|And wrinkled, and his face is gray, and his eyes, 7391|The very whiteness in the shadow of his hair 7391|Was a mark, it seemed, to show who fell or bled. 7391|But the bovine ghost gazed at him with a wise smile-- 7 ======================================== SAMPLE 7690 ======================================== 841|As it has been with me and you. 841|One's body and one's spirit 841|Are always one, 841|And a whole life is one great adventure. 841|The earth holds me with her to-day, 841|The birds are singing in the tree, 841|And I am very tired to death, 841|I am glad my work is done. 841|I had a vision before I went. 841|But the vision is there in my brain 841|As it was before. 841|But the vision is different now, 841|For it's been very wrong; 841|For you and me, O friend, it is true, 841|You've found your friend again. 841|And as I've never told you, 841|This is not all that I dream'd about, 841|But it's been very well, 841|And if any soul, 841|You will understand. 841|The world and the human soul 841|Are all the same with you and me, 841|And all that we have seen is gone. 841|We've travelled the world and we've travelled back, 841|We've met the friends that we have ever sought. 841|As long as we're one and the same, 841|As long as we've ever found each other 841|As friends, friends still, 841|As friends, 841|As friends. 841|A man with his little wife upon his knees, 841|When his life is ended in a flood of tears: 841|O I had seen him once before when a little child, 841|At a table with friends. He looked so sweet and wise, 841|His mouth twitched with laughter like a smile. I used to cry 841|As I laid my gaze upon his features, for, in truth, 841|I still liked him then. If he'd only kept his eyes 841|From the gloom where my tears began--and I know well 841|How many times I'll cry, he would not have been wise 841|That day. But he did not, and it seems I was wrong. 841|One by one we sat and cried each other's name, 841|With some heart touching me from whom I could not separate, 841|For a thought of him so great and so dear came to me. 841|We have all remembered, I don't believe it is long, 841|The sight of him when we were children. For the truth is, 841|Among all these friends he was the one I longed for, 841|And we cried for him as children do to the sound of the pipe 841|That we used to hear here in the old man's farm. 841|Then we turned to each other with the look of surprise 841|In the soft, smooth furrowed mouth, and the cheek that glowed, 841|And then we whispered for he always seemed to know. 841|O friend, what was it that in the dusk of the day 841|We wanted him when he rose? For one thing I know 841|What a baby's heart is,--a thing that is seldom roused 841|As is the heart of a man when he is afraid. 841|It is not always the case. The worst that an infant feels 841|Is the fear of death, and is what we call "fearless" too, 841|But the fears that are most to men the rage of desire 841|Are the dread of life when it comes and they can never be dead. 841|I'm not sure I know what it is in the night of the night 841|That makes a man cry for your name. And I know we were foes, 841|And I know that you'll say that he never were true. 841|But if there has been such a thing--if there be--I should know. 841|When the sky is sad and the earth is sad and thin, 841|And the people in the street look grim and strange, 841|O friend, I'm going to call and have you come to me. 841|O friend, we're going to call that a dream of a boy 841|Who has been long dead and far from us, gone and gone. 841|And I am going ======================================== SAMPLE 7700 ======================================== 7394|And we know that life, like the sea, will pass, 7394|Nor, as at first, can we be sure of rest; 7394|That when Death's shadow has veiled the world in black, 7394|To its last work, then, we'll yet, like the sea, be free. 7394|O God of life, how shall he then survive, 7394|Who, the quick wound of a spear, a broken limb, 7394|A limb, that one day will be thrown away, 7394|A broken limb to another, or worse! 7394|The heart, God's children! will in vain be striven, 7394|To tell of the things we have held from the door. 7394|What could they tell more precious, pure and dear, 7394|Or less seemly than their loving, sincere life? 7394|The world has ceased to care to give it strife, 7394|Or claim its better character. Let us trust, 7394|And our old Mother, Who in sorrow weeps, 7394|Shall never deny us the poor ground of her prayer. 7394|O Mother, trust us a better, more of Thee, 7394|More in the here and now; so shall we not perish. 7394|Thy faith can nurse a nobler Faith: 7394|Thy grace can make the woe endure 7394|And teach us to bear our souls' need. 7394|I love thy face. I have a home for thee, my sweet; 7394|There the green tree-tops, as they streak the azure sky, 7394|All tell the tale of what thou art, the shining one, 7394|Who, in thy ways of light, gave me, in their sweetest tone, 7394|The first, the very first feeling of a babe 7394|Which is the soul's mother, and with it, every touch 7394|Of the soft things which earthly mothers touch; 7394|Though, like many more like thee, the world may give thee scorn, 7394|Still, to the breast, the heart and eye are thou, 7394|E'en as a mother's sweet, and in the sweetest ways, 7394|Sheltering and guiding the child, which would seek 7394|For a friend there, to shield it from each peril, 7394|So will she shelter and cheer it from distress, 7394|And to its own bright perfection, even there, 7394|Shine; and ever shine, and ever shine, again, 7394|Thou that in thoughts like thine, so clear and so pure, 7394|Through a century's length of war, and all of crime, 7394|Art, of life, made bright and beautiful, 7394|Who didst not smile at what was dark to thee, 7394|Nor think of any wrong which thou, 7394|To the life of men, didst right the day 7394|And right the world, by the love and the light 7394|Which thy light showed, in thy soul's eye welled forth, 7394|Which from thy thoughts, the soul's eye's answer drew; 7394|Who saw the end which was the meaning of life, 7394|And gave the warning, the blessing, the prayer, 7394|That still men wait, and with a joy that burns 7394|For the last hour, while their hearts are at rest, 7394|To see, at last, their last hope expire, 7394|And find what they to Heaven have most required; 7394|Who gave no thought to the doom whom we must find, 7394|To the men's, the women's, the little poor's name, 7394|To the future's faith, when that of God is made known, 7394|And in life's little gospel of duty told 7394|While every heart and every thought will be tried 7394|By the great test of what is right and wrong! 7394|O God of Love! by whom we live and breathe, 7394|By the shadow and the shine of glory see, 7394|Who hast made light of darkness, and in dark 7394|Laid on the soul the mantle of perfect night, 7394|Who hast made all life beautiful, to the sight 7394|Of man's heart, and dowered all things fair and bright 7394|With glory that is not thine,--O God of Love, 7394| ======================================== SAMPLE 7710 ======================================== 17393|All kinds of man and lady in a ring 17393|Rode a-skyping for me in that same car; 17393|Till our driver (a good man, that he was!) 17393|Came back and laughed and answered "All of a day: 17393|You'll be married in a minute, you know." 17393|Oh, what fun they were! and how I wished I were 17393|As they took me for their driver that very day! 17393|"But you know," said my old driver, "nine years ago, 17393|The time when we had a beautiful girl in France, 17393|And I could ride her, and kiss her, and do all that, 17393|And you--well, I--didn't care, and I didn't know why; 17393|And I got to ride on a white horse while they did." 17393|I told him how the girls in Paris then went up 17393|In a carriage with six or eight and a man; 17393|Said there was a girl named Venus in the band, 17393|That the old driver remembered from school at school; 17393|How he used to laugh till he was nearly sick, 17393|And made fun of the old driver all the day. 17393|"Ah, there's a proverb goggling somewhere in my brain, 17393|And it says that you _must_ be in it with your life. 17393|But it's no good saying--you can leave it. You see 17393|(Of course, you never can; you get stuck like a puke), 17393|Of all men on earth--but I'm speaking of--I mean 17393|The old driver's wife,--to be honest with you I _am_, 17393|Who was in love for you--and so I have been since then. 17393|"But a proverb goggling somewhere in my brain 17393|Is not so very great in the way that I mean; 17393|Besides, it makes no difference in the end. There are 17393|Women on earth like you--and I know of one, 17393|(Who do not look like I) who could die of the sight 17393|Of all the men on earth--and not for love's sake, 17393|But because he wanted you--like a great, great fool, 17393|Who only wanted you for yourself--that's the way it is. 17393|"For you and me, of a truth, there's another truth 17393|Which is infinitely more important than that, 17393|Which you and I both have had since we began to know it: 17393|There's another truth--and that's that love is the worst, 17393|And all the rest are but chimeras, illusive shapes. 17393|"And these two things then----why, when I see them here!" 17393|And I said, "How happy you two can make us be!" 17393|And she, "And if one should die, how unhappy would you!" 17393|And I, "That would be awful! But you must be wise." 17393|And she said: "The thing is, there is no God but He: 17393|And who would be without a faithful friend and kin?" 17393|And I said: "I don't want one of these things on earth!" 17393|Then she said: "But if I were God, and Heaven were He, 17393|Here to obey, and give His blessing ere I go, 17393|Then I should love you more than any living man!" 17393|And I said: "You don't want one of these things on earth!" 17393|And she said: "But if I were God, to give you this, 17393|I shouldn't care whether you had or had not a friend, 17393|Because I had you, and I love you, and--it seemed right." 17393|And I, "You don't! I--don't want neither friend nor God!" 17393|And she said: "And I would never care about either. 17393|I've done my duty, and I'm going to go now! 17393|Away! Go to Heaven, in your own dear good time!" 17393|And it came to pass, and that awful truth came to me, 17393|That all that had been true in the world that day 17393|About the woman with the ======================================== SAMPLE 7720 ======================================== 25281|All, and every kind thereof. 25281|"This is the place that I have chosen-- 25281|"Here, here, in the world's wide wonder, 25281|"I will learn in thy name to lie, 25281|"And in the name of the Lord God, 25281|"To do thee honor by and by. 25281|"For, when I was a little lad, 25281|"In Salem Town the preacher preached 25281|"To me upon the Lord's day." 25281|"Oh! well, if thou hast learned in the name of the Lord to do well on, 25281|Then, dearest Angel, do this in return--to pray for me well, 25281|And if thou thinkest that thou hast not done all who ask thee, 25281|Then, I will come to thee in the name of the Lord alone, 25281|And make thy soul a nest to hide all ill everfallen on it!" 25281|'Tis the fourth day as I walked the lawn, 25281|My mother passed with a smile; 25281|I heard the bells upon the tower 25281|Say ever-mo on the tree, 25281|'Tis my mother! what a bird is she, 25281|Sing to us, and we will pray. 25281|It was the early morning 25281|When my mother had her way, 25281|She held up the Bible 25281|And said, "See, that is written 25281|In letters of fine gold!" 25281|It says, "While living 25281|And growing up, 25281|A young person may be 25281|Just like his mother." 25281|My child, it has no errors, 25281|It says that, 25281|When night comes, 25281|He sleeps to-night for us to see, 25281|It says that 25281|In the morning, 25281|We shall pray to Him for rest. 25281|Sing to us, good Mother, 25281|Sing to us, good Angel, 25281|And say to us from now till death 25281|We have a mother like my own. 25281|And if, my daughter, 25281|Your heart is troubled 25281|About this little child of yours-- 25281|Dear Mother, sing 25281|Of Mother Love to you. 26036|Lines addressed to Gertrude Larkin; published June, 1836. 26036|I am a poor painted flower, 26036|I have no rich or rarest name; 26036|I have not a fortune's chance, 26036|I have no great estate or pride; 26036|Yet I'm loved by many a dog, 26036|Husband and son and daughter good, 26036|And every day I'm praised by none, 26036|I'm loved by all! 26036|For me, 'tis a pleasant thought, 26036|The humble beggar's name to raise; 26036|'Tis well for my poor daily needs 26036|That I am loved by many too. 26036|And oh, the poor bird that's flown 26036|From its own cage free to sing, 26036|I love in liberty and ease; 26036|But love is only love to me! 26036|And when the bright morning dawns, 26036|I will sing till the day shall end, 26036|For then my life shall be immortal, 26036|Famed as Sir Patrick Bateman's ballad-- 26036|The ballad that he wrote and I composed. 26036|'Twas in a foreign language, 26036|'Twas written in an unknown script, 26036|And I wrote that I hated 26036|All the world for to praise; 26036|A poem, I wrote, that did strike 26036|The heart with my poor country's plight! 26036|I hope they will read it and say; 26036|For, if not for these I was glad, 26036|I've nothing here to give my Lord; 26036|And if 't should all turn out for the best, 26036|I need not fear that my land is poor. 26036|Then, I was glad of my release; 26036|But my land is made quite bare; 26036|The poor are made a mockery, 26036|By all the pomp and power 260 ======================================== SAMPLE 7730 ======================================== 1279|The man who would be jocund 1279|Must be mirth's child--and so mirthful. 1279|But the man who would be dignified 1279|Must be solemn as hell, I'm thinking; 1279|And I mean a man whose soul's in tune 1279|With his great King--and dreading his wrath. 1279|A man who never would sell a slave; 1279|A man who never would sell a soul; 1279|And the last must be a man of sense, 1279|And art's his proper trade, and business. 1279|Let him work, let him do, let him rot; 1279|His only business is to work; 1279|Let him work, let him do, let him grovel: 1279|'Tis business, plain and strong, for a man. 1279|I will no aspire to greatness, 1279|Or wish my name a mark of shame; 1279|Give each his station, as best known-- 1279|'Tis folly to press too hotly. 1279|A lumpish, mirth-sick, mirth-sapping fool 1279|I'll fling in some deep-laid ambush, 1279|If I e'er caused the happiness of another, 1279|Or aided him in his attempt; 1279|No, no, my bosom shall not swell 1279|With any ambition or spite; 1279|I'll sleep on my humble cozening, 1279|And never stir till death my rest! 1279|Thou dost not know the grief and anguish 1279|That wring my bosom since thy letter 1279|Was writ upon its cover, 1279|To tell how deeply I deplore 1279|That parting I should suffer. 1279|How long I've lain thus, with cruel thinking, 1279|Pensive and silently! 1279|What hast thou done to me, thou cruel one, 1279|Who most deserves thy hate! 1279|My love for thee, no tongue can tell-- 1279|I scarcely dare to muse; 1279|For still thou art unlink'd from me, 1279|And still by slow decay 1279|Humbly I weigh the tribute due, 1279|Since thou wast last enfolded in my life. 1279|Ah, would that thus my folly had been 1279|A punishment unto thee! 1279|That thus my dying hours were given 1279|To be the withering cast 1279|Of thy cold, darksome, shivering care! 1279|When thou didst to my bosom creep, 1279|And there with gentle succour keep me, 1279|Altho' ungrateful was I 1279|To thee, th' Embassador! 1279|My last and favourite trait of Nature, 1279|Has been her fancies: 1279|I may not count them fleeting hours, 1279|Though the fair Moon, to thee, hath clung me, 1279|Nor see her rosy fingers, 1279|Nor even her bosom warm me; 1279|Though thy silver fingers 1279|In this enchanted heaven 1279|Shall melt me as I lie-- 1279|Though the Sun, like a moonbeam, 1279|Be wafted over me, 1279|And the tender buds of nature, 1279|Shall deck this night of sorrow 1279|With sweetest blossoms: 1279|Though this earth, for my portion, 1279|I may not even enter, 1279|In its finest and its sovereign, 1279|Tho' I strive, with a strife! 1279|And tho' all earthly pleasures 1279|I would ransack for a nightingale, 1279|To welcome in the summer, 1279|Or with a moon-dew bathe me; 1279|I would die in an hour, say, 1279|If I could see my loved one sleeping 1279|As you and I are sleeping! 1279|I would die in an hour, but ah! 1279|To think of thee now! 1279|A cloud was seen on Suthique Pass-- 1279|The bold English march'd away, 1279|And darkness spread till far and high, 1279|The English ensign'd the wave. 1279|All night ======================================== SAMPLE 7740 ======================================== 18500|But that he's a wee, wee man! 18500|'Twas not on a green gowan, 18500|'Twas not on a green gowan, 18500|That my dear shepherd took his wee 18500|And gave it me. 18500|O! where is he that herds 'em 18500|At early mawn wi' the shepherds? 18500|He toils among the cottars, 18500|He toils in the mountains, too; 18500|But now he is far awa, 18500|And I'm his ain. 18500|Wi' thee. O, whare is he gane 18500|That herds 'em at early mawn? 18500|They rowted on the Redan flood, 18500|We rue the day that brought them thither; 18500|And I maun row thee o'er again, 18500|Or drown me wi' auld lang syne. 18500|O! where is he that herds 'em 18500|At early mawn? 18500|O! where is he that herds 'em 18500|On Gordon banks? 18500|And a' for auld, canty Gordon, 18500|And a' for the Scottish throne? 18500|I trow Sir Henry Ford was right, 18500|But we'd had it in our power o' being 18500|Sir Henry's low-down policy 18500|Gars't be tauld, ye need na frown; 18500|For trowth as t' King's highway is, 18500|There's just ae thing as not mair. 18500|For there's mony things as fow, an' fowl, 18500|That maun tak muckle heed o' us, 18500|An' there's times we maun draw our een 18500|We're no to shun, by half-a-couple: 18500|Gat morn and eve, they're to gang free-- 18500|But, tak ye na these, they'll be in soon-- 18500|Tak time, an' mind, ye'll a' be snug, 18500|I've little else to say-- 18500|Gae, rouse a bit an' eat your buns, 18500|For there's nane o' them can compare 18500|A like gude-humour to our glee 18500|O! there's nought o' the world but--Gillane! 18500|But there's nought o' the world but--Gillane! 18500|Thou art the lass wi' the hair o' gold; 18500|The gude blue mingles wi' the blue; 18500|Wi'se a' the wealth o' riddles I sing, 18500|A' a' the fame o' their glory were. 18500|For thee the mitherless bairn 18500|A bonnie face may inherit; 18500|The lone lass is the sweetest flower, 18500|But the mitherless laddie is he 18500|Who taks nae care o' ilka spot 18500|In ilka sphere of happiness, 18500|For wi' the laddie he's aye content 18500|While the world o' Love is a' on't. 18500|Thou art the lass that the mother cheriseth, 18500|The gowden locks o' thy raven hair 18500|Are hallow'd, houris o'er thy head, 18500|While hames are at e'en in winter dark; 18500|But by the hand o' kind Heaven's gift, 18500|Thou's no without love's gem to thee, O; 18500|If ever fortune daur can boast 18500|That haif thine e'e frae want and care, 18500|It stands sae dear by Heaven's law, 18500|As ony match for auld life's joy. 18500|Ye bowers of sweet Binnorie, 18500|What charms the heart o' ae bonnie lad? 18500|And can the youth o' future joys expect 18500|While ilka moment on the lave 18500|Glides ilka glittering pang for aye? 18500|The lassie has charms to match her een, 18500|The fickle an ======================================== SAMPLE 7750 ======================================== 24869|The hero, swift and swift as winds, 24869|With flashing sword and glittering crest 24869|Raced on the foe. 24869|A thousand arrows from his bow, 24869|Three hundred bows he bore, and thus 24869|With beating heart and arms he sped 24869|Where, as the wind, the streamers blew, 24869|Through every forest and each grove 24869|His frantic car was found. 24869|He searched at length the mighty plains 24869|Where Ráma durst not; a swift bird, 24869|That by the winged warriors flew, 24869|To earth he brought him at his word 24869|Like Indra by the Gods he slew 24869|And Lakshmaṇ by the Gods of old. 24869|Canto CXVI. The Destruction Of Kaikeyí. 24869|That night for many a league they trode 24869|Through forest, brake, and hillock green, 24869|And slew with shaft and spear and dart, 24869|With the fierce fire of Indra’s might. 24869|There in the forest’s dark recesses 24869|Kaikeyí(490) in a wild assaulter died. 24869|Then in her heart she saw a vision 24869|Which from the body of her lover came. 24869|The lady saw with joy and joy 24869|Ráma to the place and back she flew, 24869|And the good chief upon the bank 24869|The blood-red lightnings on his head bestow. 24869|The demon, as a lion’s eyes 24869|Are quenched the eye of man who sees him, 24869|Then saw the face of Ráma sad 24869|As is the sun and breathless air: 24869|And thus the fiend with many a tear 24869|His pleading eyes, beseeching, eyed. 24869|“Come, Ráma, come, the hour shall be, 24869|Thou prince of men, when on thee I 24869|My strength shall lift, and I thy strength. 24869|Come forth, O Ráma, O thine own, 24869|Beseemless of all that men despair: 24869|The time shall come when thou shalt see 24869|Thy true-hearted mother, dear, 24869|While I my mother’s form destroy 24869|In flames beneath her burning pyre. 24869|Thou, Ráma, O my king, art come 24869|My loved, mine own dear mother. 24869|But what hast thou in thy mind 24869|While I remain in hell below? 24869|My dear mother in my breast 24869|Sits fated’s hour, a widow’s dame.” 24869|Such as the vision of a holy tree 24869|Shall be, the demon saw it there. 24869|The glorious morning light that glowed 24869|Bright with the morning moon’s first gleam 24869|He saw, and heard the sweet refrain 24869|Of Sítá’s dance from tree to tree. 24869|Then from his heart the demon knew 24869|That in that place where first he viewed 24869|The lady in her beauty stood 24869|A faithful friend and peerless dame. 24869|Him and his lord no more he feared, 24869|And made his host their guide aright: 24869|Canto CXVII. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|As Ráma’s words she pondered well 24869|With lips that smelt of joy and pain: 24869|“How can I see my lord once more 24869|Restored to this dear home and me? 24869|Now in my heart the sad day ends 24869|And all the happy journey’s end. 24869|How can he hear me cry aloud, 24869|My darling from this body torn?” 24869|As thus she moaned, with anguish stirred, 24869|Ráma in wondrous glory met 24869|Gandiva,(491) whom a while before 24869|His mother loved, and longed to be 24869|Like him again. 24869|The monarch’s son, whose hand of might 24869|Up ======================================== SAMPLE 7760 ======================================== 1365|Shall he, to the end of time, 1365|Speak, and unfold his glory, 1365|Tell the tale of their discord; 1365|And the angel shall speak thus:-- 1365|"I am here! I am here! 1365|Onward! thou hast passed the night 1365|Of the storm; and, in the day 1365|Of the hour of the storm thy face 1365|Shall not lose its glory. 1365|Come, then, and make thy bow; 1365|Let the stream in its granite course, 1365|And the river, the deep! 1365|The stream in the granite course, 1365|And the river, the deep! 1365|And the stream in the granite course, 1365|Let the bow be fashioned, 1365|The rainbow-shade for ever! 1365|And the water-wraith be fashioned, 1365|And the dragon-shade forever, 1365|To guard thy glory! 1365|I am, thou say'st, a spirit, 1365|Shall be here. I am not mute; 1365|I speak, and my voice rings loud, 1365|Clear in the thunder's chime; 1365|It rings for thee; the voice shall sing 1365|Of God and His angels always, 1365|Of the glory on the stormy night, 1365|And the joy on the stormy morn. 1365|The shadow of thee 1365|I would hold in my hand no longer! 1365|But I would go to the cloud-land 1365|Where the winds from every quarter roar; 1365|Where the waters of the heavens flow, 1365|And the stars shine in heaven's distance; 1365|Where the morning-star beams forth its light, 1365|Upon the blue and silver night; 1365|Where the stars in their courses run, 1365|And the night-wind in the darkness sings; 1365|Where, day by day, 1365|The night grows deeper, day grows older 1365|For the coming of thy footsteps, 1365|As it does for others. 1365|I would walk in the wayside shadows, 1365|And listen to the waters romp, 1365|In the merry pools and dark groves, 1365|Where grass and rushes shiver, 1365|In all the gladness and splendor 1365|Of the May season. 1365|Where the leaves flutter, wings alternate, 1365|And the blue skies shine; 1365|And the waters lilt, on the river, 1365|With the murmur of leaves, 1365|And the voices of birds and waters, 1365|As they whisper together. 1365|I would rest me one time on the waters, 1365|When the light of heaven is over yonder, 1365|And above all, when night is falling, 1365|On the bank a cross is drawn. 1365|I would have the cross to carry with thee, 1365|From the joy of this life to the glory of heaven 1365|Forever to be; 1365|And the glory of God to be my guide, 1365|My Saviour, my Redeemer; 1365|Till at last at heaven and earth shall fade, 1365|And the world shall be made. 1365|The Angel of Death entered. 1365|The dream was ended; the visions were over; 1365|And the eyes of the Saviour were opened; 1365|And the angel of death were closed. 1365|How many times I have been with him 1365|In his garden, and we talked and sang! 1365|How often we went in his footsteps, 1365|In his cloud of glory to the city 1365|Of promise! how often we walked! 1365|We stood with our arms about each other, 1365|We felt each other's hearts! 1365|We said, "O my beloved, my beloved! 1365|Look on us and obey!" 1365|We saw the city of David 1365|With the graves of her dead. 1365|Our hearts were heavy, and down we fell 1365|To the dark waters of blood. 1365|As to a sea of blood the sunsets 1365|Pale and cold and far away, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 7770 ======================================== 38565|For the heart of man is not in his throat to be slain-- 38565|Not for the world's good that thou hast not a song with thee, 38565|Yet for the world's evil and its evil that thou art. 38565|The world is not as we think it is--it is not fair, 38565|But the world will have to bear the burden of a lot: 38565|It will have to bear the burden of a lot, and so 38565|It will have to bear the burden of a lot for ever. 38565|With a word the world would all be freed, 38565|But we are not as we wish to be. 38565|As the world is not what we thought it was, 38565|As the world is not what we longed for, 38565|As the world is not what we hoped for, 38565|So, though our hearts have been changed, 38565|We are not the same as before. 38565|The world has grown old and wise and wise, 38565|But we are still young and wise and young. 38565|We dream, and our dreams may change, 38565|But the change will scarcely be worth a pin. 38565|The world has found us out of place, 38565|But we are not the same as before. 38565|We would give all to be free, 38565|But the world will have to bear the burden 38565|Of a lot for ever, 38565|And we who are not yet free 38565|Will have to bear the burden of a lot. 38565|The world has grown old with the years, 38565|And its days are not as ours. 38565|For the world that is grown old with the years, 38565|And out of the years it will grow old with thee. 38565|The world was not made to be lonely like thee; 38565|There must come a time when it will be alone; 38565|But when we have gone from the spirit's light 38565|We shall find the work-fire burning us through, 38565|And our souls and our bodies, that have grown old 38565|Will be weary at heart for thy sorrow; 38565|But the world will have to bear the burden of thy lot, 38565|And they shall have done with their strife and their toil, 38565|And, at last, they will turn to thee the head 38565|That is sad in thy grief and their heartbreak; 38565|But the world has given the heart away, 38565|And the world will have to bear the burden of a lot. 38565|Now at last the world has given me the heart 38565|That would be wholly thy heart ever again; 38565|The world is as dear as a mother is to her child; 38565|It can hold a bitter and sorrowful heart. 38565|And there are those by the wayside who will feel 38565|The change in thy heart, yet do nothing but wait on thee, 38565|And watch the pale shadow of tearful eyes that seem 38565|Like the sad tears of a mother in her pain; 38565|These shall not come again; for thou hast made the world 38565|Wear and be changed when life shall go by. 38565|And if I shall grow old in the world and be old 38565|And weary of life, and my heart with the pain 38565|Shall grow into the body of a dead man, 38565|They will go away to the world, nor find me here; 38565|For we are not as the world is and as sad, 38565|Not half as bad, and not quite as bitter, 38565|As some of the world whose hearts are weary of me. 38565|No more, and no more. Not here nor there, 38565|Not here nor yonder, 38565|But to Heaven and the heaven of the Last Tides. 38565|They who came out of the East, a thousand 38565|And a thousand more 38565|And a thousand more; 38565|The young men of the city, and the old, 38565|And the great, brave men who died with their years, 38565|They met on the way, 38565|They were all the same. They went to the East, 38565|For they had forgotten their dreams. 38565|They did not know how to find their way. 38565|They were always on ======================================== SAMPLE 7780 ======================================== 1165|And then I'll let ye go: 1165|Yes, one thing is certain: 1165|Ye shall win and I shall grieve. 1165|And when I meet ye at the door, 1165|Farewell, farewell!" 1165|"Aye! aye!" the captain cried: 1165|"There is no worse!" 1165|And so they passed in the door, 1165|And up the stair they came. 1165|But when they entered the room, 1165|There lay a ghostly light 1165|On Mary's face that face had worn, 1165|As if the hand of Death had prest 1165|That face with grave and shallow. 1165|And through the opening of a door 1165|Lies Mary's hand all white, 1165|And her face is as a rose 1165|Blown in the wind. 1165|And she lifts it, and it seems 1165|'T were better to have died! 1165|And she looks in his face, and then, 1165|Not even a little, 1165|She looks in his soul, and then 1165|How cold it was to them! 1165|Her face is bowed to earth; her eyes 1165|Have turned from mercy; 1165|Her heart is empty as her breath 1165|That was the dove. 1165|Her lips have sunk to rest, and where 1165|Her soul had flown 1165|They seem at last to rest in this 1165|That doth offend. 1165|Ah! they would never know: I guess 1165|They must not know, 1165|That they were all so very great, 1165|A little thing like her. 1165|The white rose at the window stood 1165|Amid the yellow larkspur; 1165|The gilly flowers clustered, 1165|In the field of pink and white, 1165|Were of a dull, dead-sweet red, 1165|With very dainty darksome scent 1165|Of the clover sweet beside it. 1165|The wind of the sunset's gold 1165|Oozed from the flowers' perfume; 1165|With little, silver-blossomed feet 1165|The lilies, laughing, walked. 1165|Like little children at play 1165|The nightingales were merry, 1165|Their music only sadder 1165|Than the quaver of the bird 1165|Were their songs, and their joy; 1165|For they were as young as well 1165|As the moonlight doth them tell, 1165|All of them, and all of them, 1165|Of those two little things. 1165|A wind of the sunlight kissed 1165|Their fair brows, like a kiss, 1165|And a small black bird sang 1165|The while they sat alone. 1165|So, soap-water and roses, 1165|And buttercups and myrtle, 1165|And daisies, such as we wash 1165|In the soap at morning, 1165|And the air of the evening 1165|With scent of the myrrh and the roses, 1165|We wash as our youth wanes, 1165|Nor can we see a sign 1165|Of death in the flower-seeded air 1165|Till we are grown to men. 1165|And such men they are, and such 1165|Passion and a burning face; 1165|And their place of rest is 1165|In the lank, hard-holding sand, 1165|But the old, sad thing that stands 1165|The sun and the storms on, is the sea, 1165|That waits till a man dies 1165|And laughs till he is tired. 1165|Heed not the man's word, though it is set 1165|In all the books of the world, 1165|The meaning of his actions and his speech 1165|Is but as gold may be. 1165|And let not his words, his action, and his will 1165|A shadow of the truth cast, 1165|But trust that a man's heart 1165|Will understand the stars; and the skies 1165|Have eyes for the soul of man. 1165|The old dead face of the sea 1165| ======================================== SAMPLE 7790 ======================================== 20956|Thy lassie be my fader, 20956|And thou must be my dame." 20956|And then she told the king 20956|Why that he was dead. 20956|He hung his head, and sadly 20956|Gazed on the ground. 20956|And many a merry morn ere long 20956|The dames were free; 20956|The merry maids of many a lord 20956|Lay down in one. 20956|"In one, and one together, 20956|Let husbands rest." 20956|So every May to them she gave 20956|Two sisters three, 20956|Who never yet did stray from home 20956|Their dainty meal. 20956|But I wish thee well for ever, 20956|My merry red coats, 20956|For many a pensive day or night, 20956|My heart is wrung. 20956|The children, I have often heard 20956|Your tinker-bells, 20956|Your whistlings in my father's house, 20956|I ween. 20956|And howbeit you never barked 20956|At night, I ween, 20956|But slept away all shut up 20956|In snug beds. 20956|But oh! I hate your whistling, 20956|For oft at night 20956|I hear you on the latch-board 20956|Of my dear dead father's bed, 20956|Though I was young! 20956|Sweet, sweet, sweet, 20956|How can I tell the sorrow 20956|Of widow and child? 20956|The grass is green, and sweet as roses 20956|The birds sing all the livelong day; 20956|The very shadows in the church 20956|Are roses, and the pew 20956|Is blue as lily-bloom 20956|Where He lies asleep at ease. 20956|And sweeter than the songs they sing 20956|Is the voice of little children dear; 20956|But sweeter far than flowers 20956|Is the touch of little hands. 20956|If I were King of England, 20956|Of Ireland, and of Wales, 20956|And all the realms between, 20956|And all the lands between 20956|Where a man may walk in quietness, 20956|And talk with prudent folk, 20956|If I were such as Thomas Gray 20956|Then all my lands I'd keep 20956|And each of them separate; 20956|No man might take my lovely fair 20956|Nor any men would dare 20956|To do me any wrong. 20956|But, if they did, I'd fix upon 20956|My mistress fair the reins 20956|Of power and might, of might 20956|And rulership of right, 20956|Till she herself and you and I 20956|Were utterly destroyed. 20956|We would not say a word, we would not 20956|Tell one farthest trick, 20956|And we would leave it as we found it-- 20956|The way it is, as it is. 20956|We have no fear of any man; 20956|No fear at all that he 20956|Wilt turn upon us with a hand 20956|Laid on our fame so well; 20956|Nor any thing to learn of him 20956|That he might make us less; 20956|Nor any shame we would do to him 20956|That we might do to him. 20956|But let us walk in quiet ways 20956|Till we die at last; 20956|And we should never go astray 20956|In any way but right. 20956|If my dear loves go about 20956|Walking in that way 20956|We must not speak because we fear 20956|But we must walk bare-headed too, 20956|And no one follow us; 20956|So that they do not leave us, dead, 20956|Alone, upon the grass, 20956|A dead chill on the wind. 20956|But if they take us by the hand 20956|And we do go astray 20956|So that we leave no trace behind 20956|But what they may suppose, 20956|As men have left in lonely walks 20956|Unto the end of time, ======================================== SAMPLE 7800 ======================================== 24662|And, after my own heart, I have loved them 24662|And am beloved all the world for them. 24662|But I am loved not. It is in vain 24662|I tell them this, that I am loved not,-- 24662|Oh, be a great and loving God above 24662|This love that will not come to them again! 24662|The moon is out of sight,-- 24662|Out of mind, and floating along 24662|In rhythm with the music that rings 24662|Through that high palace, where the lights 24662|Shine like the big windows of the King. 24662|Ah, what a dream! how many a day 24662|I've sat and dreamed of that far night; 24662|But now 'tis over; and my dream is fled 24662|Like a lost bird in the desert wild. 24662|But the moon is there, with all her beams, 24662|And all her bells, in a happy dream; 24662|With white wings floating, and wings unfurled, 24662|I have wandered far apart from pain. 24662|I know that I am loved of Thee; and I feel 24662|The love that gilds me even as the sun, 24662|As a happy child that listens by its mother's side, 24662|And knows that it is blest--though it knows naught of dreams. 24662|The air is clear with the warm moist wind, 24662|And the night is black; 24662|And the music for the funeral bells 24662|Is the wind that passes. 24662|It comes with the wind and the beating rain, 24662|It passes with the rain; 24662|And the light of the moon is on my face, 24662|And my heart is light. 24662|I heard them in their graves for ever,-- 24662|They loved like me, 24662|And their blood was on my eyelids; 24662|So near to them 24662|That my lips could seem 24662|Their child's lips to kiss. 24662|I feel the wind of the hills, 24662|And the dew on my wings, 24662|Like the drops 24662|Of a blessed dream. 24662|It comes with the wind, and the clouds, 24662|And the light of the moon, 24662|Like a holy prayer. 24662|The shadows are on the grass, 24662|The stars are high up, 24662|I hear the sound 24662|Of the waves in the night, 24662|And their light 24662|On the shining hill 24662|Like a prayer 24662|It comes with the wind, and the rain 24662|The moon is pale within its place, 24662|In its place 24662|Pale, and in its look 24662|It seems to wait 24662|For the coming of the moon: 24662|When the winds of heaven blow 24662|It will stand with the stars; 24662|When the tides of the sea 24662|Are like the sighs 24662|Of a girl 24662|For whom the tide is sad, 24662|It will weep, then be glad. 24662|It came with the wind, and the dew, 24662|And the leaves of the tree. 24662|And the birds of the air 24662|Went with it, 24662|And the little children, 24662|Of the wind and of the dew, 24662|With dancing feet 24662|And silver hair, 24662|Brought their little hands 24662|From out their dusky breasts 24662|Round about their feet. 24662|From the blue of the sky, 24662|And the brightness of the earth, 24662|They took their places, 24662|And each with each, 24662|And their small hands 24662|Did bow to their own, 24662|The little children stood, 24662|As they had stood, 24662|While their father smiled, 24662|And let them sit, 24662|While the little one loved them so. 24662|Then the shadows came 24662|And looked at them, 24662|As if they were dreaming; 24662|And the father laughed, 24662|And let them go, 24662|As a foolish child, 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 7810 ======================================== 30225|And it seemed like the end of the earth. 30225|The blue and silent air 30225|Seemed the voice of God 30225|In the silence of the years 30225|Touched with the memory of 30225|And a star-like peace. 30225|With you came the silence,--you, you, you, you, you, 30225|The voice of God was there: 30225|The sea-winds that flamed on the roofs of the towers 30225|Died in the silence of the years. 30225|Then came the silence. The ocean of silence, 30225|The shadow of the deep, 30225|The voice of God in the dark. 30225|The voice of God was there: 30225|The voice of God in the night 30225|And the song was all the light that glimmered 30225|In the silence of the years. 30225|The voice of God was there: 30225|The voice of God in the day 30225|And the music of heaven in the valleys of heaven 30225|And the sky that never grew dark. 30225|So the silence lasted and grew dimmer 30225|And dimmer and dimmer until it grew too dark 30225|And the clouds crept down in the west. 30225|We are waiting for the voice. 30225|We are so brave and bold 30225|In the silence of the years.]_] 30375|"_The King of the hill that I never shall see_" 30375|I have heard the birds their bonny warbling again; 30375|I have seen the white lily white like a dart 30375|Stoop overhead, to drop. 30375|The flowers have opened their big eyes so red, 30375|And found them and looked in them; 30375|The dew has fallen upon them, and fallen 30375|Into gold flowers, their own blood red in hue, 30375|So pure they will die. 30375|The stars have looked on the day so blue with light, 30375|And called on him, and asked him, and went away: 30375|And he went away, and the stars had said, 30375|"You must come again, as I have come again." 30375|The little bird 30375|Hath heard the words that I heard. 30375|I have known the words of the red lily white 30375|When Spring's dear little children came up into the world, 30375|And the earth's sweet children came-- 30375|I know all, as they knew all. 30375|I have heard the songs 30375|That nightingales and throstles have sung; 30375|A child has no heart or memory of the songs-- 30375|My child, I have heard her sing-- 30375|I have seen her light heart 30375|Blow up when birds have fled 30375|In the winter night 30375|In the wood of the world; 30375|And her eyes' great eyes 30375|Were always deep and bright. 30375|For the world and each child was full of songs 30375|And each heart was full of praise; 30375|I have seen them all the stars have seen, 30375|Where the blue, deep, blue, dark, and violet skies 30375|And the blue stream and the brown stream 30375|Are all full of happy children 30375|And the little stars above. 30375|The flowers look up 30375|With their sweet eyes full of love; 30375|They look back and smile 30375|And answer back to their call. 30375|And they are all alone: 30375|The little stars 30375|Where the light grows bright for aye! 30375|And every flower has left the wood 30375|Where he hung his little white rose to greet the dawn; 30375|And the stars have left 30375|The place where they hung her 30375|To gather love and praise. 30375|The little stars look down 30375|On the new-born day 30375|With their little eyes all one whiteness of white: 30375|"Who are you," they say, 30375|"O, what are you making here, 30375|That you can only see-- 30375|The very flowers, 30375|Where the little birds cry? 30375|And in their hearts I know 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 7820 ======================================== 2732|But, while the dainty meal was ready, 2732|The landlord cried "The cats!" 2732|But still, without a word, the old man beat 2732|The landlord's heart to-day, 2732|And cried, "My rats, my cats, my pets, 2732|It is a long and bad day." 2732|The landlord's heart was bad too: 2732|He was a kind old man: 2732|And then he smiled, as if in sadness, 2732|To think what mischief soon 2732|Was brewing in his house, for he was 2732|The landlord of the city. 2732|"You're a landlord," the landlord cried, 2732|"And you've been for ten long years." 2732|And then, as if the landlord thought; 2732|He said, "Perhaps I ought: 2732|"I've been a tenant and a tenant 2732|Some years past, and am come to this 2732|Cold house of which I speak. 2732|"But first a little over-broad; 2732|Of course you've been as good a tenant 2732|As any landlord I've seen. 2732|"You're a landlord, now, and you know 2732|Who owns this small place, 2732|"And, without this being said, I do 2732|Obtain a rent of the day. 2732|"And you ought to have a tenant for one 2732|Whose heart's in storm 2732|"And he has an eye for something in it 2732|That none can fill up; 2732|"Who's not a fellow of mine, but is 2732|The landlord of a flat 2732|"Just at the end of a grand thoroughfare 2732|And a cool evening place to be at. 2732|"This is the day I was going to say 2732|That I'd see you, sir, the other day, 2732|"And, without a word more, to begin 2732|To take on my new post as landlord." 2732|But, being turned, the landlord laughed 2732|And said at the least he would not mind: 2732|"I'm a landlord of a little flat, 2732|And as for your claims and your getting up, 2732|"No matter for what you may say, 2732|"You are a tenant of a house that's cold, 2732|And it's only my house you own." 2732|The landlord of this house, he sighed 2732|And bade me be off with a good-will; 2732|"You needn't come to-night," said the man, 2732|"If you're ill at the best: 2732|"There's work enough for the day, by Jove! 2732|From a man of sense you'll never make. 2732|"You've naught to lose or gain, or a mouse, 2732|And the best of a house is the market. 2732|"I would rather be left out of strife, 2732|Than for ten years my house be your own. 2732|"But, the devil! I'm a landlord, too! 2732|You'll find it just to do; 2732|"If I'm a fool to have given up living, 2732|It is because I wouldn't have done it 2732|"For the landlord's own interests. 2732|"In the first place, as to that, sir, 2732|It is very hard for a tenant 2732|To be kept out of: in the second, 2732|He's always obliged to let 2732|"Come and get a dinner if he likes, 2732|And when he opens the door 2732|He is obliged to show a dish: 2732|"In the door, on his head, 2732|He's always placed the glass to show 2732|The thing he does; and, when the cat 2732|Licks him, he's bound to the glass, 2732|To watch her. In short, it's a sort 2732|Of a disgrace. If a landlord would do, 2732|As you ought, his own business, 2732|"There's nothing more: but you'll find 2732|That a tenant's too much for a landlord! 2732|I think it's as if a ======================================== SAMPLE 7830 ======================================== 10493|But when we get back home at the end of the day, 10493|We're back again on the Mooki Trail. 10493|We're back again on the Mooki Trail, 10493|We're back again on the Mooki Trail, 10493|And oh! it's a joy like an elephant's joy! 10493|To follow the track of the Mooki Trail. 10493|And we both cry out the word "Harribab du Milieu!" 10493|And then the rain comes like a flood of fire. 10493|And while we are waiting the train to Nairobi, 10493|And the train is going across the plain. 10493|Trying in vain to rise from behind this cloud, 10493|To see the daylight through the wintry weather. 10493|The clouds are so wide, and the rain falls so fast, 10493|We can see nothing more than this wintry sunbeams 10493|Rise up through the clouds, and chase each other down, 10493|And fly in furious pursuit of the sunbeams. 10493|All the life of my life has come rushing on him, 10493|And I know not what to make of this bright morning; 10493|But I am tired and weary, and want to sleep. 10493|And to put out the fire in the corner I hid it. 10493|How could I hide it from him? If I tried, 10493|He would see it, and then turn away, and cry, 10493|"You poor foolish girl. You would rather I 10493|Would not get through to you, before you were through." 10493|Then I thought of our little matrimonial, 10493|We thought the sun would rise too soon, too bright. 10493|But, alas, the sun that never did set, 10493|He never went down, he never did rise. 10493|So we knew the day would soon be over, 10493|So we thought the most of the weather to spare, 10493|For we both thought the happiest day was this, 10493|The day I saw across the desert sands. 10493|The great white moon was so near me, 10493|It seemed to lean over me, 10493|Thumping the sand in its silvery way, 10493|Like you and me together. 10493|And I knew it was growing tired, growing tired, 10493|As I stood there to watch. 10493|And even though it said "Dinner's ready" 10493|(To make a sort of a sound, 10493|Unless you were watching my breakfast too, 10493|O, your kind Moon, O, your kind Moon) 10493|I'd think of my little brothers and sisters 10493|And their mother a little while, 10493|And then I'd forget that the moon did shine 10493|And think the stars were shining too. 10493|And so, with a little sad voice, 10493|And a shivering face, 10493|I watched the small white moon grow old, 10493|And then I went and laughed. 10493|And I sat down by you and you by the sea, 10493|And talked and talked and talked, 10493|And nothing to say one could understand 10493|Except the kind of things you said. 10493|You held my hand and kissed me, 10493|And though you said "It's a sin" 10493|I answered, "I'm only a little brown bat, 10493|And what would you more?" 10493|And when you said, 10493|"I'm always very tired," 10493|That was what first struck your fancy on my ear. 10493|If you had never been here on the Mooki Trail, 10493|And yet had lived to be a good bat, 10493|If that had never happened, I could go back now 10493|And lie on my bed and not dream; 10493|I could go back and dream about the days 10493|I used to watch the water clear 10493|For the long brown line drawn through the sun, 10493|And the little black dot, just above my heart. 10493|And I would know that the moon, in front of me 10493|Was thinking of the way I was born, 10493|And would remember the old man from Haworth 10493|And the way he talked to me ======================================== SAMPLE 7840 ======================================== 1322|With the soul's breath, the soul's breath, 1322|The soul's breath, and the heart's breath, 1322|I lift it, and I give it you. 1322|I stand, I am standing, 1322|I stand and I give it to you. 1322|You who are sitting watching me from afar, 1322|I stand and I give it to you. 1322|O for the day when in my soul-thrilling hour 1322|In the sweet morning of my life my thoughts shall rise, 1322|For when my spirit is with God's blessing stirred 1322|To answer unto Him the old question then said, 1322|"How then, then, is man, O God?" 1322|O soul-subduing, life-creating sun! 1322|O life-budding, day-break moon! 1322|O daybreak dews of sweetest dew! O daybreak dews of healing! 1322|O dew-burdening showers! O showers of dew! 1322|Lo, you who are watching me here and there there, 1322|See me now face to face with you, my soul's dear friend! 1322|I bless you, and I give you back my soul again; 1322|I stand and I give you back, you too, my soul again. 1322|I am a man I will never be again. 1322|I give you back my body, body and soul, 1322|And, looking from the end, I see you standing there 1322|And stand by me more than in the first place. 1322|O soul and body, soul and body, 1322|O soul and body, ever back to you. 1322|And so you sit and breathe yourself of it. 1322|The soul! The soul! and do I speak? 1322|O soul my brother! my friend, my friend! 1322|O soul, my brother, the soul and flesh, 1322|Who comes to me from all the vast unknown fields 1322|Whereof I am the prototype, 1322|What is to be made, what is a soul, 1322|A soul is a whole person, soul-like; 1322|O soul is a soul is a soul whole, 1322|And the soul's the soul's soul's soul's soul's soul. 1322|I am a soul, I stand and I stand, 1322|I gaze upon me and I watch myself. 1322|For I am whole in me, I am flesh in me, 1322|O flesh, O soul, and I come from the soul's dear friend, 1322|And all this body is but the living soul, 1322|The soul is life, life comes of me, 1322|For I am whole in me, I am flesh in me, O flesh! 1322|But what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul, 1322|And what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul? 1322|And what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul, 1322|And what are you? 1322|For the body was made out of me, 1322|But you are made out of me I know. 1322|O flesh, O soul, O flesh, O soul, 1322|O flesh, O soul, O flesh I tell you, 1322|And what are you, O flesh, O soul, O soul? 1322|O what are you, O flesh, O soul, 1322|O flesh, O soul, O flesh I tell you, 1322|Spirits, I say, spirits have their own souls, 1322|And the soul of flesh is the spirit of flesh, 1322|The spirit of flesh is the spirit of spirit, 1322|And the spirit of flesh is the soul of soul, 1322|The soul of soul is the soul of body. 1322|O soul my brother! my friend, my friend! 1322|O soul and body! O body! 1322|O body, the body and soul are one, 1322|Each is a brother unto the other, 1322|And the soul's body and the soul's soul one, 1322|And I am whole in me, I am flesh in me, O flesh! 1322|The soul is flesh, O soul, O flesh, 1322|O soul and body, the soul ======================================== SAMPLE 7850 ======================================== 2334|'Midst the thud of wheels that buzzed with spring; 2334|And the smell of the thud through the clang of arms 2334|Was like a faint and pungent breath of life 2334|From a dead man's heart. 2334|It was on a midnight when the clang of guns 2334|Roared from the range, and the bruised flesh of men 2334|Was torn and bloody by barrages of fire, 2334|That our good old hero, the Reckless One, 2334|Stood in the fire-hole of his clay-built shed 2334|And stared at the night. 2334|It was on a midnight when the wettereth 2334|Of the guns roared above, and the trenches sank, 2334|And the blood of the heroes poured where they fell, 2334|And the hands of defeat were filthy with spilt 2334|And the humour of defeat; 2334|When the darkness of that mortuary gloom 2334|Seemed a pall of orange fire, and the stars 2334|Were the eyes of an aged Centaur, holding 2334|O'er the wrecks of a world; 2334|When the clouds broke and the winds breathed amain 2334|A cry of battle through the blackening air, 2334|And a thousand shrieks answered that cry as loud 2334|As the many thunders' tongues; 2334|When the darkness of that awful drearce shook 2334|And the dawn of day brought the deadly dawn 2334|Of victory home to the dead; 2334|When the great red moon athwart the crescent shines, 2334|Red as the wolf in the fold, and points to where 2334|The awful work of Vengeance is wrought, 2334|While a million souls in terrible rout 2334|Rise white to the dark: 2334|White as the fallen, as white as the fallen slain, 2334|White as a corpse before the altar-wood 2334|When the casket is closed, 2334|And the victim for sacrifice has prayed and knelt 2334|And the hour of service dawns, 2334|When the demon-voiced archangel blows his horn 2334|To wake the world from its slumber, and the cry 2334|Of battle rouses the slumbering, and the crash 2334|Falls, and the angel-voiced heralds summon men 2334|To the sacrifice and the music. 2334|And the sacrifice was finished, and the sound 2334|Of music and of incense and of prayer 2334|Rose slowly forth to a million throats, 2334|And each man laid on his altar-throne, 2334|White as the snow in the radiant air, 2334|Till it blotted the other with its might: 2334|And incense and prayer and melody 2334|Shaped like a perfect song. 2334|And each man poured into the perfect song 2334|The wine of his heart's desire, and tuned 2334|The ebbing throb of his lyre; 2334|And lo! the music rose omnipotent, 2334|And the whole sky rang to it and sung, 2334|Till the whole earth to its brother sang it 2334|As we raise to the sky one human soul 2334|That sinks in the dark. 2334|And that is the song: 2334|The little things that make the great. 2334|The little troubles of the world. 2334|The little labours of men. 2334|The little problems of the world. 2334|The little things that we give to life, 2334|And the great things that we find. 2334|The great things that we give to life, 2334|Are the world's fair, sunny weather. 2334|The little trouble of the world 2334|Is the little music that rings in our ears, 2334|As we lift our hands to heaven. 2334|The great things that we find, is the light first 2334|That shines on Life and Death and Time, 2334|The little music of the skies. 2334|And that is the song: 2334|The long ago and the late. 2334|The little things that make the great, are the little things 2334|That all of us know, like a seed, like a leaf. 2334|The first, great things. ======================================== SAMPLE 7860 ======================================== 1034|On the day of our meeting, 1034|We could see a huge, blue bird, 1034|He was flying like an arrow, 1034|The way he fluttered and lighted 1034|Our ears on either side of us-- 1034|A great big blue bird flying 1034|Afoot across the sky. 1034|We saw him go sailing, 1034|We saw him hover, 1034|With his feathers all aglow 1034|Like a little village light, 1034|And the blue sky above him, 1034|Like a little lantern dim. 1034|We saw him come slowly, slowly 1034|To where we were seated, 1034|We saw his crest wave low 1034|Like a big cathedral window-- 1034|"Your Highness"--but his voice was 1034|"Meh. Let the Prince come aboard, 1034|I'm sick of this damned city-- 1034|I'll die in a year." 1034|And so the King asked him, 1034|He kissed him and put him 1034|On a little boat and sailed 1034|To Bombay. He climbed aboard, 1034|And with him nine hundred gamblers, 1034|And gamblers from every port 1034|And every wind that blows. 1034|Then the King said, "I have no wine, 1034|I'll drink your health from this wine, 1034|A man must live when he governs." 1034|And I saw that the King's health 1034|Was healthy, for his liver 1034|Was good and he was full of vigour. 1034|And the King said, "Dear, I love you, 1034|Let's go and sup with the women." 1034|So I said, "My dear, we'll go." 1034|And I took the women on the moon. 1034|And so we had wine and tobacco 1034|Till the King's health dropped, and we heard 1034|The city bell. 1034|And then we heard the distance bell, 1034|We were not in danger. 1034|And so we sat in the shadows 1034|And went to a country restaurant 1034|The women on the wings on that boat 1034|Had given us. 1034|We looked around to see where we had been, 1034|Where all the little stars were hidden, 1034|Laughed a merry laugh and drank a merry cup. 1034|And when the night was dark we saw the land 1034|Sitting on its throne with bells on fire-- 1034|A long, long way off. 1034|They put us in a house we could see from the road; 1034|We watched them work on that machine all night. 1034|The night was strange, we were in a strange world. 1034|There were no people here! We knew the earth was flat, 1034|No people living, no, there was no going back, 1034|There was no going home, there was no coming back. 1034|No, there was only going on. The only thing, 1034|The only thing that was safe, the only thing that could fail, 1034|Was the only thing we could see from the road. 1034|We watched them work. We saw them work in the evenings, 1034|And in the mornings, and in daytime light. 1034|In the night we heard them work, so far away, 1034|So dark, so far off, so lonely and far. 1034|We had no hope, we had no desire to see. 1034|We were carried there by instinct. We knew what was best. 1034|It was not the city. We could never understand 1034|The dullness of it. 1034|A strange, a strange world, 1034|We had no place of rest. We had no rest. 1034|We sat in the darkness all night long 1034|And heard with our minds all night long 1034|The work that was going on, the work that was done, 1034|The noises of life and of its cries. 1034|We could no more than sit and watch the miles 1034|Of the great city roll by us through the night, 1034|We could not go to the shore to the house 1034|Or the shops. The roads were ======================================== SAMPLE 7870 ======================================== 2819|The great day is come-- 2819|Saw the hounds of battle sweep the land-- 2819|They must work and fight, 2819|But I am here again among my people. 2819|You know we stood by the grave of Nelson, 2819|By the grave of the brave that was stirred, 2819|And we held up hands as the sceptres grew low 2819|On the brow of the king. 2819|The hounds of the hart came up behind us, 2819|But our love for our king made them stay; 2819|For we held up the sceptres and would have broken him, 2819|But the wind blew out of the south-west. 2819|Held up, and held up. 2819|The hounds that sought him had brought up the sceptres, 2819|And they whirled them round like a stormy breeze; 2819|And the sword that was folded in his hand, 2819|As he laid it down in the dust, 2819|Blazed in the south-west like a meteor-fire, 2819|And shook the land to the south-west. 2819|Fire out of the north-west blown wildly and free-- 2819|Like a meteor-trumpet blown from sea to sea-- 2819|I have seen that banner unfurled in his honour, 2819|Since he died at Delorimu,-- 2819|Hail to the Chief who carries it aright! 2819|We hear no more of the word, 2819|No more of the tale of the battle, 2819|The tale of the horse and the man, 2819|The hand that was raised in prayer 2819|By the warrior who fell at Delorimu. 2819|The old horse is tired, he will rest, 2819|The saddle is nice and new, 2819|The breeches are sanded, the feet are bare, 2819|But the saddle is greased and greased. 2819|And it was time that the riders should put on 2819|The armour that was greased and greased; 2819|The helmets were off and the greaves were worn, 2819|But the greaves were tight and tight. 2819|They rode away from the fight, 2819|Through the mist and the rain and the mire, 2819|And the bells of the village were ringing, 2819|As the chaffigan rode from Delorimu. 2819|It was the old chaffigan, 2819|He was riding a horse he had never seen before, 2819|And his helmet was off and his breeches were worn, 2819|But they looked like a chasm of cloud between them. 2819|He had passed the beautiful village of Belbur, 2819|He had passed the little, beautiful village of Belbur, 2819|He had rode to the battle of Delorimui, 2819|He had ridden to the bloody victory, 2819|Where the dead lay on the battlements of Maenah 2819|And the broken slumbering faces lay in the dark. 2819|He passed the white-washed temples of temple walls, 2819|A black star shone in the dusk and a nightingale sang 2819|At the garden-gate where the lizards play, 2819|And the old chieftain rode in his great war-horse of pride 2819|From the plains and the battle-plain of Delorimui. 2819|He passed the white-washed temples of temple walls, 2819|He passed the white-walled houses of Belbur, 2819|He passed the grey-clad men in their sleeping at night, 2819|As he slept in the long-ago at Delorimui. 2819|On the crest of the crest of Maenah, 2819|There was a field of blossoms spread, Maenah, 2819|And over it, white and dark, the wild bee was building, 2819|It was Maenah in the long ago at Delorimui. 2819|They found him at last, they carried him to church, 2819|In the days that are long by the shore of the sea, 2819|With the flowers that the bees had woven for his shroud, 2819|At the crossroads of his own country in the land of Man. 2819|They said that he had fallen through the broken shield, ======================================== SAMPLE 7880 ======================================== 1287|Maiden never can be loved by one 1287|Who is neither wise nor good. 1287|For who is not able to give 1287|His heart's tears out with sweetest art: 1287|Who, while he lives, does never know 1287|The sorrows that he knows! 1287|Thoughtful I gaze on thy soft mouth, 1287|And think with thine heart-shrill psalm! 1287|With love and ecstasy it seems 1287|I am to thee a slave! 1287|A slave, like thee, in thought I live, 1287|Yet I am not thy slave thus; 1287|A woman is thy slave, and thou'rt the same, 1287|While my weak heart is free! 1287|Warm hearts of women should be bound 1287|With love, that they should not deceive 1287|While my soul is on thy side. 1287|Thus I praise thee in my woe; 1287|Thus I praise thee evermore; 1287|A man's not bound to one alone 1287|Who is also kind and good. 1287|In love, as in a convent cell, 1287|To thee my heart I give; 1287|Nor any man I dread to see, 1287|Though the world's thought of him are few. 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou could'st love but me, 1287|And I might look on thee 1287|As a father looks on his child 1287|For ages yet; 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love. 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou could'st love but me, 1287|And I could boast of thee 1287|As a husband proud of wife 1287|Should be seen and sung? 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love. 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou could'st kiss but me, 1287|And I could swear to thee 1287|As a swain to wife would be, 1287|That I was thine through life? 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love! 1287|Wilt thou not, oh fair maiden, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a man thou mad'st me for a wife, 1287|Then may'st thou be my wife! 1287|And I swear by my heart's slave, 1287|If that thou should'st be. 1287|What 'twould make thee, my darling, say 1287|What means thy loving so? 1287|If a woman thou loved'st but once, 1287|Then shalt thou never do this; 1287|Though I to thee would have given 1287|As much, should chance to be. 1287|What would that be?--But, to think, 1287|'Twould put thee out of love! 1287|Wet with the tears of wakening life, 1287|Like a flower at noon of summer, 1287|Thy heart-deep soul's refreshing 1287|Fingers the cup that fills thee. 1287|Wet with the tears of wakening life, 1287|By love's pure passion brought to light, 1287|Thou dost not fear the cold, nor shrink 1287|From the sun's early light; 1287|But thy limbs, more lively than the dew, 1287|Are warmed by sleep,--by dreams. 1287|Yet, oh, my own sweet flower, do not 1287|Hurt by those cold sunshines fearfully, 1287|But with love's utmost gentleness, 1287|With smiles that like thine eyes express 1287|Life that joy is praising. 1287|With sweet words like thine eyes divine; 1287|And a love that is all divine; 1287|If I knew where I should find thee, 1287|I love ======================================== SAMPLE 7890 ======================================== 8795|And here are two of Christ, now call'd: the other less 8796|Is called: and, as our bard here makes known his name, 8796|Each from its ray issuing head downwards drew 8796|Its living sanctity. Lethe they name, who know, 8796|How substantial and how quintessence plastic 8796|Esop rightly deems, astray from truth thus drives. 8796|"What parted thence?" was the reply; "and whence 8796|So oft in people gone, and ere now, methinks, 8796|The torment, that follows that absolves none, 8796|But whoso chains himself, himself whirls aloft 8796|Exclaiming, whirled round on eddying sheet. 8796|My thought, that in a moment had been void, 8796|And all these winds past, caught up the sails, 8796|And cast them seaward. That they are not rest, 8796|Or peace, or thought, but ever revolving 8796|Round in a never-ending round, we know 8796|With much discourse, but little or naught apprehend. 8796|"Valour and courtesy in man, I doubt," 8796|Said Beatrice, "not of all, because 8796|Desire of more holds sway; but because 8796|Men vary in their resolve. Hence they range 8796|Far different places of the world, from those 8796|Whom God creates favor'd of his grace. 8796|Because of bounty God deign'd to create 8796|Minist of unkindness to men, o'er all 8796|The scope of his goodness reaching. Obscure 8796|The state of man extends, which it encloses; 8796|And that which in part covers is comprehended 8796|By nature, sees and comprehends even of God. 8796|"The next, who are the friends of virtue, found 8796|Not unworthy to possess them, deem it just, 8796|In every man for him to be as friend 8796|To him, and to his service to give aid. 8796|Seldom indeed is justice observed, 8796|And favor none; vindication so seldom 8796|Attends her mean and easy prey, that far 8796|Most unworthily she scorned and wrong'd her kind. 8796|Hence it behoved the holy Roman crown 8796|To check such good, and render meaner none; 8796|Where justice souffs the wicked for their trust, 8796|As to abide the exposure farr in sun, 8796|And spare the comfortable reign of rain. 8796|"The thrones, which now so high and erect are made 8796|The blame of all the world, were there configure, 8796|When over those far countries gave the toils, 8796|And the sad Africans to the Turks assign'd 8796|The sway, now lost, of Asia and of Africa. 8796|A far more wicked Turk than Hinnom yet 8796|Does Regin drive to Libya's woeful fate, 8796|When Cuibius drives him out with all his power. 8796|"Was there among ye, who hath pursued the paths 8796|Trac'd in the good books, for his salvation, 8796|So high up held his dignities of yore, 8796|When to the three kings Pelasgians made covenant, 8796|That he should triumph in his state, and reign 8796|The prince of the cruel race? Behold the tribe, 8796|The nephews of great Cypselus, and Ceus, 8796|Clytonus, and Athenaka, who, side by side, 8796|In alliance hold the mountain and the plains, 8796|So that single merit from both may be pour'd on him. 8796|"Let none," replied my guide, "who takes his rise 8796|In ante-days, vainly to ask of Gods, 8796|Whether the stone, that framed the figure, lives 8796|Now, or long ago: and, whether at this hour, 8796|Wings without bounds: of spirits dignitie 8796|Are issue from its space: and, further still, 8796|If it please thee, I will it manifest, 8796|How long since this mount appeared to my vision, 8796|And than a ======================================== SAMPLE 7900 ======================================== 10602|And as these things come to pass, 10602|For that they be those which be, 10602|My Lord, do thou to me incline, 10602|And do me good or ill, 10602|That I through thee may my cure 10602|Take from my mind away. 10602|Haste thee to the forest green*, 10602|In hermit's gorge lave: 10602|There let thee to the virgin steep, 10602|Which in an arbour she makes; 10602|For there thou out of sight 10602|Hast from the world be going, 10602|And there let not the cuckoo weep, 10602|And the night-rosel-swallow, 10602|And the plovers pale, 10602|Nor the great pike doth hide, 10602|Nor the horse-dight wake; 10602|Nor the otter sleep, 10602|Nor the wolverine bark, 10602|That is a watch-dog for to lead 10602|The world with tugs from me. 10602|So to my bliss be it done! 10602|For I shall have so much delight 10602|As there to lie for a night, 10602|And then to see again my lovely sight. 10602|For my delights, to thee I'll sing, 10602|And thou shalt dwell in my bosom evermore. 10602|Come, take a robe, my love, 10602|Thine be raiment made, 10602|Thou that now do'st behold; 10602|And put on thy white cresset: 10602|And for thy bower make ready, 10602|With vine and olive branch enwrapped: 10602|And put on thy dark dyer, 10602|Which that may thicken with perspiration; 10602|And let them all be fresh and clean; 10602|And put on thy saffron diadem: 10602|And do thy silver diadem, 10602|Made by the Graces' lead, 10602|Which thou in Graces house wrought; 10602|And, as thou wak'st, thy slumbers sound 10602|In a soft slumber soft and deep. 10602|Then come, and have done with care: 10602|But when thou hast put on thy gown, 10602|And slipp'st into slumber deep, 10602|Let no false feigning more be seen: 10602|But rise in state and mete out goodly rimes. 10602|Fair lord of heart and head, 10602|By the countenance of whom 10602|Thine admirer is beguil'd, 10602|And by fair features pin'd, 10602|I will love thee too, 10602|Lovely, as thou art fair, 10602|For of all that we may do 10602|No better is than this, 10602|That we love thee too! 10602|When the night is fell, and the sun is down, 10602|And I my lounging burden beset 10602|With sudden cold, with hunger, &c. 10602|And when the night is fallen, and again 10602|The day appears bright in the skies, 10602|And the birds their amicable lays 10602|Charm unto me, as asleep I lay, 10602|And the lark, as soon to weep and sing, 10602|Tunes in his sweetest song to please me: 10602|Then come, my love, &c. 10602|Then let me love and sleep a year, 10602|And then love and sleep a month; 10602|Love for such meaner things wille leave, 10602|And sleep, that is ne're such sweet paine 10602|As love does to her in death, 10602|When that sweet sleep hath clos'd his ey, 10602|And all things that were pleasing pleas'd: 10602|Love will be there no longer than 10602|Till death shall close his eyes of glass. 10602|Then come, my love, &c. 10602|When the time cometh of my dying, 10602|And I am laid in my last dwelling, 10602|With my life in my body girt, 10602|O then shall I lie on my father's knee; 10602|Then shall my babe be christened by thee, ======================================== SAMPLE 7910 ======================================== 841|(There is nothing that she can understand) 841|Sitting alone and staring through their tears and fear, 841|They wait and hope the worst, and hold their breath awhile. 841|The light is coming. Two-forty. They are out of line, 841|They are walking toward the light,--hear it, the old house clock! 841|The light is coming, and the door is wide open, 841|And through the windows they can see it passing by. 841|And she has left a thought on his heart, and so he answers, 841|In a very low voice, as he stands at last in front of the door: 841|I will tell, for I love you, 841|The wonderful things that I have heard of you. 841|I saw you sit with your children at a table, 841|And they saw you reading, 841|In words simple and far-fetched, 841|How lovely and wise you were and great. 841|And they smiled at you. 841|One of the children said, "It's quite a turn-out; 841|And I've always said you'd one day set the world on fire." 841|"Oh, what is 'it' to me?" you've asked, "My fair ladye?" 841|"Nothing," I answered. 841|"I have come here to tell you something about the road," 841|You've asked. "Nothing, dear?" 841|"Nothing at all!" 841|You've asked the truth in your heart and you've heard all you could. 841|I came from the dark, with a smile that was weary of doubt: 841|I asked, "What did you dream of the last night, my sweet ladye?" 841|You've watched and you've followed, 841|I've come to the light, 841|I know it's only a dream, 841|But it's not without force in my truth, you know, nor fear. 841|I come from the dark, with a smile that was weary of doubt: 841|You've watched and you've followed, 841|With the light, 841|You should find me your true Love 841|You see the light. 841|You know the light. The sun will rise and set, 841|With the dawn and the sunset, 841|But not till morning is over the sky. 841|You know the light, you want to follow 841|The light and be with it, 841|But at first you say only, "I'll follow 841|The sun 841|Up to the sun." 841|You know the light. You want to follow 841|I shall take you back in days to come 841|Where the light will be full of the infinite, 841|And you want to follow 841|(You should see it in your dreams, dear, 841|With the light). 841|In the light, 841|In the light. 841|I know the way. The wind will blow 841|Over the fields and the trees, 841|In windy weather, 841|When the light is on the white fields, 841|And the sun comes out. 841|You see the way. 841|(You should see it in your dreams) 841|And you want to follow and be wise, 841|But the sun 841|Turns down in wind 841|And the wind is blowing 841|With the light. 841|You see the way. The sun will rise and set 841|But you've come with me, in the light, to wait. 841|And you still ask, "Must I come back to you?" 841|But I know the way. 841|You see the way, you want to follow, 841|You come! follow, follow, follow, but I say, 841|When the day is over, 841|Follow, follow; 841|When the day's done, 841|Take all the road to old Settle's road, 841|And wait there for us. 841|Your hands will grow red with the dirt 841|Your cheeks will be wet with the tears, 841|And your face grows all black, ======================================== SAMPLE 7920 ======================================== 8187|But now, with every hour of bliss, 8187|More sure they seem to love me; 8187|My soul is like unto one 8187|That feels at last his wish fulfil'd-- 8187|A happy child, on whom his eye 8187|Blurs o'er some sunny sunny day, 8187|Whose sun-bright thoughts are wont to sink 8187|With all their pictures from his mind-- 8187|The very sun-bright boy, who weeps 8187|To think of things that must be so; 8187|A feeling which the spirit takes 8187|Of being the very happiest, 8187|When most its happiest moments come. 8187|But, 'twas, just once--just once, I ween, 8187|That I the little angel wept, 8187|As if that very tear had flow'd 8187|To Him, from whom the dew of heaven 8187|Had fallen, who knows how can I tell? 8187|Oh, could I tell, what would I not? 8187|How could I hope--how could I pray-- 8187|How could I feel such happy bliss 8187|As that child feels and still will feel? 8187|And yet to tell you why you see, 8187|That very tear has yet some power, 8187|That it will sometimes on you read, 8187|If you will listen to my lore. 8187|At six o'clock of our bright night, 8187|Ere yet the early glow of morn 8187|Dives into the lids of day, 8187|Ere yet the stars their stately state 8187|Have made more manifest and clear, 8187|In those dim chambers under ground, 8187|Where all things lowly lay, 8187|Breathing the breath of things that were-- 8187|'Twas thus that mother's eye 8187|As in a sleep of rest it fell, 8187|On that which in her soul had been, 8187|Oft from the fount of dreams came, falling 8187|As drops of dew among the leaves, 8187|A tear that stole 8187|Into my heart the while it weep'd; 8187|Till as her cheek with sleep it wore, 8187|And as it died away 8187|I felt it vanish from my thought, 8187|And then I knew 'twas but a dream! 8187|This last night's vision was not so, 8187|'Twas but a tear, it fell 8187|From eye to eye, and all alike did float; 8187|No, 'twas not like that, my dear; 8187|But 'twas a tear for which there is none, 8187|'Tis not the tear to rhyme, 8187|And when we weep, all drops we have are tears; 8187|And tears, my dear, are tears the more dear. 8187|How many have I seen 8187|In sorrow's train come back, 8187|As silently as then 8187|Back from the open sea 8187|Where those we loved are gone; 8187|With faces pale and worn, 8187|Who in that mournful crowd 8187|Were wend the long way? 8187|Or when to towns at night 8187|Forth did they bring the bier, 8187|And thence the mournful tale 8187|Did tell along the street? 8187|Or when so gay and gay, 8187|As if to tell their joy, 8187|Or else to do their glee? 8187|'Twas thus my bosom beat 8187|With memory's swell, 8187|When first as child I knew of-- 8187|That tear, 'twas then, my dear; 8187|And as I turn'd the page, 8187|The vision seemed to fade; 8187|But not at all that strain 8187|The song that thus it taught, 8187|As in my dream it play'd. 8187|Or did you ever see 8187|A dream more sweet, or strange, 8187|Than this that in mine eye 8187|Swells round your memory? 8187|'Twas then that all was bright, 8187|O youth as then and young. 8187|But that is long too far; ======================================== SAMPLE 7930 ======================================== 1229|And a sweet love-lorn maiden I may not wed 1229|Whose sweet eye is like a new-born sun to me; 1229|But she seems to me all the year through -- O Love, 1229|The year! There is no heaven and no hell 1229|But this one room, and the one thing only, 1229|The one desire, that gives life and turns 1229|Earth to Heaven; 1229|And I would have her for my bride at any price. 1229|We came to my mother's house on the hill to-day, 1229|To-day we came to the house where my father died; 1229|I shall never forget the way she died, 1229|For the love that I bore her of her boyhood mate: 1229|And I bowed my head, sheathed in sorrow's steel, 1229|When she lay in her casket at her feet, 1229|With the last rays quivering upon her hair. 1229|But she lay in her casket at my feet, 1229|And over her body, all in red and white, 1229|The morning stars did wing their way, and the sun 1229|Looked down in pity upon her in the dark 1229|Of an April night, when the fields were wet, 1229|And the leaves in the bushes were wet with dew; 1229|But she lay in her casket at my feet 1229|As soft as a swan in a misty lake, 1229|With the lightest, sweetest touch could a flower 1229|Touch the softness of her hand, as it lay 1229|Upon the keys of her ivory toadbed, 1229|And she laid the lute she loved to play with so, 1229|And the key to her secret heart she gave: 1229|And a dream came to her at the key-hole's tilt, 1229|Of a voice speaking from a gate beyond: 1229|"Come, child, come to the temple, and learn, 1229|And touch with thine hands what love hath given, 1229|And touch the keys of the keys of Love's dead love: 1229|"For thou wert glad and athirst to touch more, 1229|And if thou hast no heart to follow me, 1229|Ah, thine hearts are full of love's regrets -- 1229|But I give thee more: O thou dead to me! 1229|Thou shalt lead to the light of my kisses, 1229|Lead to the light, and take the keys of me: 1229|"For thou alone hast face to lead and take, 1229|As I take all to Love's ashes and Love's light, 1229|And we two are in the temple and one 1229|With the keys are light: come in, child, come in." 1229|I have no word for thee, 1229|No chance to speak, 1229|As some good poet sings 1229|With still a moan: 1229|No word to tell thee 1229|That I love, 1229|How pure and clear, 1229|As the angels can, 1229|The music of my heart, 1229|The sweetest words in all my speech. 1229|Tho' Love hath need 1229|Of thee, she saileth so 1229|To be sae dear. 1229|I am a waesome thing; and I am loathsome, 1229|A taste-maker am I of sweet and savoury things. 1229|I take a loathsome, choical, loathsome part in the act. 1229|I hate a taste-maker; yet, O, my Lord, be ever with me! 1229|I fear the loathsome. I love thee, dear Lord; 1229|As fair trees of their fair young, with all the ruddy fruit, 1229|So I should do my very utmost to love thee as I go. 1229|I am the taste-maker. Be with me in the act: 1229|Be thou with me, Loathly Spirit, and give me thy whole strength. 1229|Thou shalt be thorn with me, 1229|And I shall make thee bloom like the bright flowers of May. 1229|Be thou with me, Loathsome Spirit, be with me now: 1229|I shall make thee a ======================================== SAMPLE 7940 ======================================== 12242|With "Beating heart, for pay," 12242|"The best of life is work." 12242|The old she took for madness; 12242|Her last laugh to laughter 12242|Was a laugh and a giggle ... 12242|And so from the world of men 12242|A maiden came 12242|With a heart that was sunshine, 12242|A heart and a blue, -- 12242|The old she took for madness, 12242|Her last laugh to laughter 12242|Was a laugh and a giggle 12242|Beneath the cold blue sky 12242|In the wood of cherry trees. 12242|There they lived, and they loved each other 12242|As people who love their neighbors; 12242|Beneath these cherry trees they died; 12242|The old she took for madness; 12242|Her last laugh to laughter, 12242|Her last laugh to madness, -- 12242|It was a laugh and a giggle 12242|The old she took for madness. 12242|The boys were boys then; 12242|They played together; 12242|They had no fears together 12242|Nor any care; 12242|But when the harvest was blighting, 12242|Or Winter grudged April, 12242|Or Summer sought unfulfilled summer, -- 12242|'Twas, always, together. 12242|The girls were girls then; 12242|They walked together; 12242|They talked, yet not inordinately, 12242|Or loudly, orlly, or rudely, -- 12242|They were not all false or rash: 12242|Some memories, bounding, 12242|Clung round them like a tangled 12242|And sombre mist, 12242|And melted as melted sunshine 12242|Into hearts unflickering. 12242|For Summer and for Winter 12242|Aye with a loving strife! 12242|They knew that, if not with them, 12242|No man did any farther 12242|Than hang upon their terms. 12242|But these were faded memories; 12242|There stood awhile a statue, 12242|And, speaking, "So be it!" 12242|A solemn-visaged statue; 12242|For, till a-waving a welcome, 12242|He shook his gray head. 12242|But they (with all their past forgetfulness) 12242|Turned to face him in turn; 12242|And as they turned, the Future came, 12242|(To give no pretext 12242|For aught beside its strangeness,) 12242|And asked, with eagerness, 12242|(This, as it seemed, was the way) -- 12242|How long ere now the Summer 12242|Ere half his life be done? -- 12242|How long until the Winter 12242|Ere eve be ripe for disappearing? 12242|And the old he answered quite simply, -- 12242|Oh, long ere now -- how long? -- 12242|Long ere now ere Day shall close, 12242|Ere you be ready to depart! 12242|And the youths looked at him with smiling eyes, 12242|And the maidens, too, looked with benign surprise: 12242|For the Youth was fair, and the Youth was young, 12242|And the Youth was strong, and the Youth was brave; 12242|And the Youth was full of mischief, and of glee, 12242|And the Youth was clever, and the Youth was wise; 12242|He was full of mischief, and glee, and spark, 12242|And the sparks fly, as they may, from the conscious skies; 12242|But the old he spoke not, but he seemed replying, 12242|Oh, all things were ready now, -- all things were ready, -- 12242|The snow, the ice, and the fir-tree, the fir-tree, 12242|The fir-tree, the fir-tree, the fir-tree! 12242|The Youth, he said, was a stranger to weather, 12242|Or indeed to heat, or to cold weather; 12242|And, oh, what miracles were these, the Youth said, -- 12242|All things were ready now, -- all things were ready! 12242|There fell a song from the tongue of youth ======================================== SAMPLE 7950 ======================================== 1287|On its side, a child's, was lying! 1287|The one, the other's side--to-noon, indeed! 1287|How didst thou gaze on it, thou little angel? 1287|Why didst thou turn on his side, thou little child? 1287|The mother's face is bent: 1287|The child's face is bent, too; 1287|And her eye's a-shining, too. 1287|The night is gathering fast, I see. 1287|The child's eye has sunken, 1287|And a-shining o'er his mother's eyes. 1287|I'm a-weary, too, a-weary, 1287|My life is like a song-- 1287|To be singing forever, I see. 1287|The night is gathering fast, I see,-- 1287|A song, a song, a song! 1287|A girl--a girl,--of many years, 1287|And she is dancing with the sun. 1287|She sits on a stone, and bows, 1287|With a glance of joy, to heaven. 1287|She smiles to see me, with tears; 1287|And she whispers, with a sigh, 1287|Her love to heaven, oh! my God, 1287|My tears were tears of joy. 1287|Ah, my God, my God, oh! my God! 1287|Then my heart was happy too. 1287|But thou hast given me a son,-- 1287|To be a son to thee. 1287|'Tis the last child I hold dear. 1287|'Tis she who once my life did sway. 1287|In her child's heart I can see her stand, 1287|In her child's love, now the world is done. 1287|I have seen her bending, bending there. 1287|'Neath thy hand, oh, my God! and, ah! 1287|As her own daughter, she stands. 1287|The mother said: Thou hast given me 1287|Two last children,--a boy and girl. 1287|And then I thought: I must go and pray, 1287|And bring one back, to her here, too. 1287|Oh, I am grateful to God evermore, 1287|Thou and thy Mother, that I saw 1287|The last one turn from the altar-stone, 1287|And clasp her father's knees, too. 1287|The mother said: I cannot leave 1287|My children, now my two are dead. 1287|Oh, I am thankful to God evermore, 1287|Thou who hast borne the other one! 1287|The mother said: Here, here below 1287|Are dust and ashes, I must go. 1287|Oh, I am thankful to God evermore, 1287|Thou, for the other one! 1287|"If my poor tears," said the maiden, 1287|"Were to fall on the earth instead, 1287|To the earth their soft fall o'erflow! 1287|And, on my lifeless bosom laid, 1287|There rest, and I have more in life 1287|Than a broken taper fling!" 1287|--Then she took a taper,-- 1287|Took the mirror,--and gazed, 1287|And with prayer was praying. 1287|How did her prayers go up, up, 1287|To the ceiling, and the wall! 1287|How did her prayers go up, up, 1287|To the ceiling, and the wall! 1287|The sun's rays fell on the roof, 1287|On the roof, and all about. 1287|And they all murmured, "Meadow-field! 1287|Where it will snow-cicles be!" 1287|And the sun's rays fell on the roof 1287|On the roof, and all about. 1287|As she prayed, the tears o'erflow'd; 1287|And "Meadow-field!" cried they all. 1287|But she prayed, and took and carried 1287|The taper to the altar-place. 1287|Then she placed it near the flowers, 1287|And the tear-drops poured from her eye-- 1287|Of them, the branches ======================================== SAMPLE 7960 ======================================== 13650|"What a pity that I'm to die here. 13650|"I hate that old woman, so old she's 13650|Aghast at me. I've a mind to 13650|Strip her and burn her, for I'm tired of her: 13650|She is so old. I'm growing too weak, 13650|I'm fading fast; she's getting old too. 13650|If I'd known what I have known, I'd kept quiet, 13650|And not been too quick; but it's far better 13650|That I am here, in this place of pain, 13650|Here where I've made so many mistakes, 13650|And hurt myself, and hurt poor dear Mary!" 13650|To make myself quite rid of Mary, 13650|I was afraid the old woman would 13650|Give me the most frightful shrieks. And so 13650|I never said a false or wicked word 13650|In Mary's face. Or else I'd laugh it off 13650|With a good, hard look, and hide my face 13650|In her eyes, like one who's afraid of ghosts, 13650|If the old woman seemed too old or old. 13650|I have made mistakes; it's all my fault; 13650|I have hurt myself, and hurt dear Mary: 13650|I will never think of the old woman 13650|Like that I did her, no, not ever. 13650|When you are sick, I take care to put this out: 13650|But when you are well, it's useless to keep it to yourself. 13650|I'm sure we've told you, as well as us poor, 13650|That a man's life and a woman's life are one, 13650|But a lot of the time, of the rest of the world, 13650|We haven't told you what we mean to say. 13650|We have to learn them together, you can't teach 13650|The two things your heart mean to grow to know; 13650|To know them is the learning, but oh, to grow 13650|To know them is the growing to love! 13650|Well, all the while, I could eat and sleep, 13650|And never tire with my appetite; 13650|I could laugh just as loud in my sleep 13650|As when I was out and about. 13650|But then, there's the thing of it, my dear-- 13650|All the laughs, the tears, the sorrows, and all, 13650|Are just the laughs and the tears I'm sure you know. 13650|When you would stand before me, for a moment, 13650|With your eyes closed, and your face in the shadow 13650|Of that wall,--I was so glad to let you see 13650|The smile coming through the closed eyes that I gave you. 13650|Then, just as you would have vanished, I said, 13650|If I was thinking of that moment, "Stop!" 13650|And I stood a little closer. You wouldn't have come down 13650|So hard, dear, if you'd been thinking of me. 13650|And you have not come down--not I! 13650|I will think of good things 13650|Even when they have not come true; 13650|I will be thankful for them. 13650|My dear, I can forgive them, 13650|Even if I had to go without them 13650|All my life long, and for many a day. 13650|I never would have thought to ask you, at first, 13650|How you would feel if I sent you a note, dear, 13650|But you said "I would smile," and that was all! 13650|And I said, to keep you thinking, "Do smile; 13650|But smile with me, for I am coming to die!" 13650|I don't know why you should ever come back; 13650|Perhaps you have never been to see me; 13650|Perhaps you are too busy to like me; 13650|Perhaps you are too old, too backward, 13650|For me to like you at all. 13650|I know what I am, and that is just; 13650|I think that it is true; and it was, 13650|When there was nothing--except for you 13650|Away from me: and now I think just as good 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 7970 ======================================== 28591|When all our hearts are weary, 28591|If we are strong, we never 28591|Will fall asleep, but rise to go. 28591|How hard it is to conquer 28591|If we have lost the will; 28591|If we have never loved, believe, 28591|And would not let the love go. 28591|And that we have no skill in, 28591|'Tis like a thorn to the patient 28591|If we could but speak the word! 28591|Though we would all the world attain? 28591|Believe me, Sir, it is not so; 28591|Though I love you and the world enjoy, 28591|I cannot rise to your heart, 28591|For the world's desire! 28591|I only have the skill to dare; 28591|I only have the courage and the will; 28591|And I know in this my life is done 28591|If I do not quickly join thee. 28591|Oh, let it never move thee 28591|To let the world have all thy love: 28591|'Tis much that any man would care 28591|For all thy cares and sorrows. 28591|And yet, 'tis strange to think 28591|What thou and I must have done; 28591|For 'tis much for any man to bear 28591|What every other might attain. 28591|Though we could not, we love thee 28591|And the world should love us so; 28591|And, on a most unhappy day 28591|I see with happy heart: 28591|I hear thee call me; 'tis a voice 28591|That, when thou shalt be gone, 28591|Will come and say, with some content 28591|That I love thee, love thee, love thee. 28591|If a soul's strength should fail, 28591|And his eyes fail and his strength depart, 28591|His friends are his own. 28591|If it prove that he once had ill, 28591|And could not bear it now, 28591|And if, with all his faith and trust, 28591|He found it sweet and kind; 28591|No care in all the world, no sigh. 28591|If his friends were his own, 28591|Why did he ever want them so? 28591|If his strength should fall, 28591|And his friends were weak at last; 28591|If his soul should pass away, 28591|He would live with it--as the dead! 28591|When life wanes to its worst, 28591|To the end we never can say. 28591|When the star is sinking, 28591|The night comes soon before the morn. 28591|I have seen two thousand men 28591|Fallen in the first few hours; 28591|Yet never have I seen 28591|Such calm unconcern for life 28591|As once did I this night. 28591|It is not pity 28591|That moves me to this pensive watch; 28591|For I would not be at rest 28591|If I were indeed to die. 28591|The hour is nigh that bids me stay; 28591|If I go to the end then all the better so: 28591|Nought the end I would shorten: 28591|Better the quiet of a grave 28591|Than the darkness of the world. 28591|It is not pity 28591|That moves me to the last and best; 28591|But the pity of a man who knows, 28591|And can say, "The end awaits." 28591|You say your heart's still here 28591|And sweetly so, 28591|And that you long for it as of old, 28591|Yet you have let it go. 28591|I cannot see how you can be, 28591|Or how you can atone, 28591|If you're not there, 28591|And happy are we now; for sure 28591|How could you know it? 28591|For sure there is no end. 28591|Not this. 28591|You love to be 28591|Where the dead leaf falls, 28591|As it sang when life was new; 28591|And you have never wept, 28591|But you wonder why 28591|You can never be. 28591|I see ======================================== SAMPLE 7980 ======================================== 27781|My heart is very sad, for a stranger comes to me; 27781|And no one is here, but a dear old mother is here: 27781|Oh, how my heart has ebbed with emotion, when I have heard the 27781|"The old folks are here, old folks are here, and it is a very 27781|pleasant sound to hear." 27781|How sad is my heart, when I hear it said of those who have 27781|gone away, that they have not been able to show their faces 27781|for a long, long while." 27781|What is that which I see? 27781|It is a little boy and girl, and in their hands that hold a 27781|book. 27781|The other children, laughing loud, look up to them with their 27781|ears full of laughter. 27781|Why do I smile so? 27781|That we, as is due to us, are both good and kind. 27781|And now the little boy has found the book, and proudly reads 27781|through the pages of plain old English; 27781|while the little girl in a whisper, 27781|Takes up the book and reads aloud--but, alas! she does not 27781|have the means of understanding the very difficult words. 27781|"‘I beg you, if you please, please, please, I beg you, kindly look, 27781|How do you do?" 27781|"I do not say," says this little girl, laughing lightly, although, 27781|of what she wants. 27781|"You are quite right, my little girl, you're quite right, my little 27781|In my first days, when I had not yet learnt to read in my own 27781|I had but one book, 'My darling!' I told you before, and you 27781|"I wish I knew where to find him, darling," said the boy. 27781|"Well, where is he now, then?" said the boy with a bright smile. 27781|"I wish I knew where to find him, my little boy; 27781|I will go and find him myself, if I can." 27781|"Come, come, children, I want him; I want him; I wish you 27781|could always find him." 27781|"Go, nay, nay, my dear, I'll not, I won't; my little boy 27781|won't return"; 27781|"Oh, what joy to be glad for," said the boy. 27781|With a start her arms she twined round his neck once, before 27781|she could speak, her eyes moistened with tears. 27781|"Ah, see! see! dear mother," said the boy, with a sob, "what a 27781|trifle is this 'twixt us two." 27781|The mother's face fell, and she began to weep; and it was 27781|while the boy was still, it might be, speaking. 27781|"And how did you come to know him?" exclaimed the boy and the 27781|mother, with utter confusion. 27781|"Oh! that, and the dear colour of his cheek," replied the boy, 27781|"And how did you find him?" said this little girl, with sudden 27781|"Oh! that, dear mother, and the smile of his, and the way he was 27781|"How many were the years that you have held him together?" 27781|"Three years, dear mother." 27781|"Three years," again cried the little girl. 27781|"Oh! do you still walk with him?" said the mother, breaking the 27781|fragments of the mother's speech. 27781|"Yes, we still walk with him," said this boy, running up to his 27781|"And where is he gone?" said the mother, with a sob. 27781|The little girl leaned to him in a whisper. 27781|"Why, that," she said, "his dear smile told me my babe had 27781|come." 27781|And when her heart was full of that truth, she would say, and 27781|the mother knew at once, and the mother knew that the child 27781|had grown. 27781|They are always speaking of their boy or girl. 27781|A young man and a maid servant went out together, 27781|And the aged man said, "My child, ======================================== SAMPLE 7990 ======================================== 1304|To the fust south-west 1304|Was set the sunrise's flame, 1304|With a glory o'ercast 1304|From her azure throne 1304|The crescent moon. 1304|The sea at morning blue 1304|On the dark ebb was gleaming; 1304|There was never a shore 1304|But was decked with lights. 1304|The sea at morning clear 1304|Made a bright track of shimmering; 1304|I saw the white foam leap 1304|To the wide green sea. 1304|The sea at morning clear 1304|Made a bright track of shimmering; 1304|When the day was almost done, 1304|As it softly rose, 1304|'Tis beautiful and lone 1304|On the dark ebb and flow. 1304|A Glimpse of the Infinite 1304|It is night when Ganymede lies. 1304|His soul hath fled from night. 1304|No answer is in the dark. 1304|The moon, like one that hath been dead, 1304|Stands by his side. 1304|Beside her the moon hath set, 1304|The stars shine forth, the stars are red; 1304|A holy light, no less 1304|Shines on his head. 1304|His eyes are closed in death. 1304|Beneath him all the stars stand still. 1304|O, were my Love alive, 1304|I should live for ever then! 1304|So dear indeed to me 1304|To her this day shall be 1304|As the first dawn of day! 1304|Till then, farewell, my dreams of bliss, 1304|And the far bright-eyed dreamers! 1304|Farewell! but these good, long farewells 1304|That in my breast are stored; 1304|These parting sweetest words, and tears 1304|That flow apace fast; 1304|These fading hopes, these deepening fears, 1304|Shall comfort me no more. 1304|I do not know, I do not care, 1304|This is not all the earth; 1304|I have no heart to give my all 1304|In love to-night. 1304|I know not what my heart may bide, 1304|But I will love and not forget: 1304|My hope is deep and firm and true, 1304|And my love stronger far 1304|Than the waves whirl back on their course 1304|In the storm of Fate. 1304|I do not know, I do not care, 1304|This is not all the sky; 1304|I have no earth beneath my feet, 1304|And I will love and not forget: 1304|But I know that Time, with slow hand, 1304|Has placed too low of me 1304|A station for my soul's desires, 1304|Wherein I stand at rest-- 1304|At rest amid the stars, below 1304|The height and blue of Heaven! 1304|To sit and feel that all is right, 1304|That all is fair and right, 1304|With hearts sincere and souls serene, 1304|With all that happiness could claim; 1304|To be so blessed, and not change 1304|To earth's most infant part; 1304|To have no worldly cares or graces, 1304|No troubles of the street-- 1304|To listen to the gentle voice 1304|Of one dear sister's smile; 1304|To feel my soul, without a stain, 1304|Pure, calm, and bright as all the rest, 1304|And never, never to despair, 1304|Till Fate's fast fast-sent and swift 1304|Sent messages pass away! 1304|I know not any more a home 1304|Of rest or release, 1304|Than Ganymede, Apollo, god of groves, 1304|I have found where all is good; 1304|Where every spirit in its pride, 1304|Or inward grace, or deep desire, 1304|Lives meet to fill the heart. 1304|A God, my God, I worship here; 1304|Than which I cannot speak, 1304|For you are all I hope and ======================================== SAMPLE 8000 ======================================== 27129|The bird sits on the tree; 27129|With joy he sings and sings, 27129|He loves to hear my lute. 27129|I sent my love an open letter, 27129|For to tell her all my woes; 27129|She, when she read it, at my tears 27129|Did smile as she understood. 27129|She thinks I'm mad because I'll starve, 27129|And if there's no aid but this, 27129|I'll live as I was made to live, 27129|Till, or I die before to-morrow. 27129|I went as fast as I could go, 27129|For to tease my love the most; 27129|But, soon o'er-hanging fruit I found, 27129|And, finding it, I sigh: 27129|Yet, though I look on, I can laugh: 27129|If I did not, all the same, 27129|My mistress would be angry; 27129|Else I would love the Devil again: 27129|For though I cannot love her too, 27129|To my dismay I find it so. 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing when the sun 27129|Is up with rest: 27129|I wish them all 27129|As soon as possible, 27129|That have spirits kind. 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing when the mirth 27129|Is gone from earth; 27129|God grant to each 27129|A friendship there; 27129|And make it lasting yet, 27129|As we would wish, 27129|That have spirits kind. 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing from the spring: 27129|God send us still 27129|A health before we part, 27129|To each who's true; 27129|And a health to you, 27129|Dear boys, that are; 27129|If that there be a soul 27129|To love us when we die; 27129|Then make us welcome 27129|Our spirits to. 27129|To each as he may be 27129|Of that great company, 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing from the Spring; 27129|God send us still 27129|A health before we go, 27129|To each as he may be, 27129|To God and His company, 27129|We must be merry 27129|Singing when the sun 27129|Is up with rest. 27129|I sat and felt the wrath 27129|Of him that sent my love, 27129|And as I felt, in spite 27129|Of what was done, to find 27129|What anger in his mind 27129|Was, when I told my love, 27129|Was, when I told my love. 27129|I sat and felt it still; 27129|I must not look or speak, 27129|While he did wrath in ken; 27129|Nor look nor speak till he 27129|Would end my anger now. 27129|I thought I moved his wrath; 27129|For 'twas not anger good, 27129|But only some disdain 27129|Of some small fault that I 27129|Had shown an inch of height; 27129|Which being made evident, 27129|He would continue still 27129|In war with me, my sin. 27129|He sat and felt the heat 27129|Of rage and ire and fear; 27129|And in such mighty wrath 27129|As my poor strength can give, 27129|I looked and felt his hate, 27129|And was resolved to die. 27129|But he, though all my strength 27129|Was brought against my will, 27129|Would not take it up: 27129|And when I stood on guard 27129|Against his rage in fight, 27129|His anger never fell; 27129|But with a look of love 27129|He would my foe fight too. 27129|I watched my beauty all 27129|From dawn to dark retired; 27129|But, when my beauty went, 27129|His angry wrath increas'd-- 27129|For when his strength was gone, 27129|I could not find my beauty. 27129|I looked and he would see 27129| ======================================== SAMPLE 8010 ======================================== 5185|I have heard the birds sing, 5185|With harmonious music, 5185|Ears and eyes they were ringing, 5185|Ears and tongues were straining; 5185|I have heard the poplar, 5185|I have heard the pine-tree. 5185|"When they heard the song-pack 5185|Ringing at their window, 5185|Quick they all began moving, 5185|Ever outwardly rushing, 5185|On to the meadows wandering, 5185|Came they not, and found trouble, 5185|Should have found the rain-storms, 5185|Should have found the cold-case 5185|Rumors of the Northlanders 5185|Rumors of the Eastlanders." 5185|Then the-brewster, Aleko, 5185|He the ancient minstrel, 5185|Song-ful-perplexing hero, 5185|Pulled his leathern arm-clout, 5185|Laid his musky fingers, 5185|Under the fur of his slippers, 5185|Under the skins of his puppies, 5185|Underneath the doublet bottoms; 5185|Sang he a bitter song-tune, 5185|On to the ale-house slowly, 5185|Quickly he hastened onward. 5185|Filled the ale-jars with water, 5185|Filled their drain with briny water; 5185|From the rocks beside the water, 5185|Filled the four deep wells around him, 5185|And the canns with water ready; 5185|Made his fill while he could speak it, 5185|Quickly was satisfied with it. 5185|To his sledge he drove on ardently, 5185|In his sledge of iron, leather, 5185|And of lead he drove anon, impatient, 5185|Took the sledge by just an inch's measure, 5185|Then of copper made the tinder, 5185|On the centre was it ignited, 5185|And the tinder went about it, 5185|On to all the houses fixt thereto, 5185|On to all the hosts of Lapland, 5185|As the smoke it curled earnestly, 5185|As the tinder kindled fiercely, 5185|Spake these words to Aleko, son-in-law: 5185|"Fool are ye, Aleko, wicked, 5185|Shall ye come in, Aleko, home-returning 5185|Thus to harm my younger brother!" 5185|Quickly saith Aleko's younger son-in-law, 5185|Drew his sword from out his girdle, 5185|From his belt drew off his weapon, 5185|Leap it gracewards of the hero, 5185|And it sparkled in the fire-conduit, 5185|Flashed one day, and then a second; 5185|Flashed a third from out the furnace. 5185|Quickly saith the ruthless builder, 5185|Quickly saith he to the others: 5185|"Quick, my friends, assemble all you builders, 5185|And build me a ship of pan, pan, pan, 5185|That I may go to Hagar's country; 5185|Harge the ship securely to Sariola, 5185|Osmo's Island-halls within the water; 5185|That no sloop of Denmark with men fighting, 5185|Nor of Sweden nor of Finland, 5185|May pursue us in our journey; 5185|That no sloop of Russia with gun blazing, 5185|Nor of Ukraine drive us to pillage; 5185|That no war-ship sail in our forecastle, 5185|Shall molest our innocent home-coming! 5185|"Bravely has died the old magician, 5185|But the workmanship is not wanting, 5185|And his ship is surely fabricated, 5185|Las inlair, inlair, inlair, inlair." 5185|Spake the master of Pohyola, 5185|Thus his fellow-minstrel answering: 5185|"Dost thou not see, my dearest darling, 5185|Him that is born of the magician, 5185|Him as bright as the golden moonlight, 5185|In his ======================================== SAMPLE 8020 ======================================== 845|In the eyes of some strange maiden in whose thought 845|There is only light, as in her eyes there is only night; 845|And, when her love is won, there is a light-- 845|But not for such as this alone. Love's name, 845|Or the light Love casts upon it, shall be vain. 845|I love thee, and thy love is great. I know 845|That, when the soul hath found the world at last, 845|Its pain may be as sweet as love itself. 845|And, when this world is but a world of dream, 845|And we, who've traveled far, come back to dwell 845|In this dear house we love, we cannot fear 845|The world, which is but the shadow of the past. 845|Yet shall I not let thee forget thy worth. 845|For this we're brothers, sisters all; and thou 845|Shalt know no other way but this to keep 845|Thy place with us in our old familiar place. 845|And, though it seem a loss, we'll keep thee warm, 845|And, when we bid thee take thy leave, we'll bid thee come. 845|The summer's here! The wild-flowers are all 845|Blossomed, and the leaves at twilight sing 845|Sweet farewells, and odorous as sweet, 845|For thee. 845|The wild birds have their parting with the sky, 845|And leave, o'er-joyed, to leave thee alone; 845|And, oh, thy leaves should always softly fall 845|To call thee home! 845|The summer's here! O, sing to the sweet, 845|And let thee be thy favorite bird to-day-- 845|Not in the garden, and not in the wood, 845|Not in the open fields, and no, nor nor nor 845|Nor in the fields on either hand, nor yet 845|The fields that lie on the southern fringe! 845|The summer's here! O, give me the heart 845|To follow thee, to serve thee, and to be 845|The joy of thy returning; the light bring 845|That will brighten thee in the light of the sun! 845|No one will miss thee at this fair new-year's eve. 845|No one--no, nor regret--will miss thee at all, 845|And all the guests will crowd the terrace-walk, 845|And watch thy dandelions in the sunset glow; 845|As once they watched, when none could tell, and still 845|Were waiting for the year, who came too late! 845|Thou hast thy rest! And we too, sweetest rose! 845|Tarry not, but haste thee from this gay retreat, 845|Like travelers hailing in the shadows dim 845|The month of May, through all the gay hours of morn, 845|Till thou shalt hear afar and on the breeze's flute 845|Thy welcome voice's sweet bidding! then come back 845|To bed and veil thy form, and lay thy head 845|On our beloved Will, who, from the lonely height 845|Of willowy willows, shall be there! 845|As I saw the great moon rise 845|With her last glance across the world, 845|I heard them murmur together, 845|"Good night! good night!" 845|As I was drifting out to sea, 845|I heard them murmur together; 845|But, when the tide was ebbing fast, 845|To me alone they murmured not; 845|And, when at last it fell, I thought, 845|It was but tide-beating o'er the grave. 845|All life is but a memory--the wave, 845|The sky, the sea, the land: 845|The flower's life--so beautiful and frail, 845|The sky, the sea, the land! 845|Each in itself is but an image, 845|And the same breath 845|Smooths down the clay which life's perfume 845|Pillars, and all is still. 845|And each shall be dissolved in nothing, ======================================== SAMPLE 8030 ======================================== 1041|And the great heaven, like a house of prayer, 1041|A heaven without a sin, without a head. 1041|And you have been a child of God to me, 1041|And made me all my own, and all my own 1041|Were I wholly thine, my Love, to be, 1041|And all the earth and sea and air were thine. 1041|Yet I had fain my heaven of heaven of heaven 1041|Would be, and all things in its heaven build, 1041|And every bird fly home to gather tune, 1041|And every day had heart to do its part, 1041|And every hour be whole and free from blame. 1041|And many things I wish'd, and often swore, 1041|And none of which have all been fulfilled; 1041|But all things changed, and I am left alone 1041|At last. For what could that be, my Love, 1041|But in my soul, the temple, the high place, 1041|And all the lovely places for to stand 1041|Upon the pinnacle o' the whole earth, 1041|Where is no place whereon to rest my head 1041|But where the world does stand and holds me fast 1041|And for to be and all alone and lean, 1041|Worst enemy of all the kingdoms here, 1041|But for to be so lean, so lean indeed, 1041|That I must needs be bent above all men, 1041|And I in my great glory lie at peace, 1041|That I am peace, and have no other thought 1041|But of what I may be in mine own hour? 1041|The old time and the new time call for help, 1041|Yet all are still; for none in heaven or earth 1041|Can hear us so or follow these alone. 1041|O Love, if I had time for any now, 1041|I would not seek for time or leave thee here, 1041|But that my time were wholly with thy hair, 1041|And all that is to come with it. O, let 1041|The old time and the new time call for aid; 1041|Yet all are still; for none in heaven or earth 1041|Can hear us so nor follow these alone. 1041|Why do you cry so, sweet? 1041|I do not want tears, my dear; 1041|None have I, none that will come near us, 1041|While we go forward with our song. 1041|I do not want them, by all saints, 1041|For we must on, forever on, 1041|Till that old world's last great adventure 1041|Is over and done with, and done with. 1041|I see not why we cry so, 1041|But we must on forever on, 1041|Till that last disaster's done with, 1041|Done with, and its work is done, 1041|Till some old dream of ours shall be 1041|Like the old dream we must have through, 1041|And we be as one with all. 1041|I know not why we cry so, 1041|But we must on forever on, 1041|Till our life's last journey's done, 1041|Done with, and its work is done, 1041|Till our work is over and done, 1041|And our hearts are quite at rest, 1041|Till our hearts are quite at rest. 1041|Love me, like an hour, like a day? 1041|Love I with sun and with star? 1041|Love I as you do love your God? 1041|Let go me and take me to you, 1041|Let go me and be for ever yours, 1041|Take me, let go me and give me, 1041|What, love me, like an hour, like a day? 1041|Till your life is lost, your life is won, 1041|Till the fire of your desire's flame 1041|Burns all night in your heart for me, 1041|I'll love you, until the fire glows 1041|For as long as the fire can burn; 1041|And my love will ever burn true. 1041|Till I have the joy of my life, 1041|Till I know a thousand things, 1041| ======================================== SAMPLE 8040 ======================================== 1568|The black sky is a pall 1568|That slowly dies away. 1568|The city sprawls far and far 1568|Over the grave of its past; 1568|The white wall and the red 1568|Fade from the life that dies. 1568|And all the people have died, 1568|And not one springs to the call 1568|Of the soul that dies. 1568|A voice of a little gray bird 1568|Singing in a brown wood, 1568|And his old feet fall in the grass 1568|Along with his song: 1568|You are old and hungry, I think, 1568|My son, and I to-night 1568|Shall give you a song for the last 1568|And the last, boy, shall be 1568|To him who dares not sing 1568|To him who dares not pray; 1568|To him who dares not bear 1568|That light of the sun within 1568|And a song to sing. 1568|Singing, singing, 1568|Singing in the evening of winter, 1568|Singing to your soul, son: 1568|The stars and the wind are dancing 1568|In the sky above - 1568|The sun is a ghost of colour 1568|And the wind is a dream. 1568|The wind is a spirit with a song on his lips, 1568|The stars are coloured stones of shining gold: 1568|And they go round among the little branches of the tree: 1568|While the old heart on my bosom yearns to your eyes. 1568|The stars and the wind are dancing 1568|In the sky above 1568|And the wind is a ghost of colour - 1568|(A spirit with a song on his lips). 1568|The heart, my boy, that yearns to you 1568|With my words, 1568|Dances on stage, and the play 1568|Shines with its lips of colour 1568|From the white and the red; 1568|But it yearns and it yearns to your eyes 1568|That are so dear and true. 1568|The stars and the wind are dancing 1568|In the sky above 1568|That the heart yearns to your eyes. 1568|The wind is a spirit with a song on his lips - 1568|My heart is a bird in a tree 1568|And the bird is a spirit with a song on his lips - 1568|Singing a song of love. 1568|The birds of the air and the trees of the air 1568|Make music in all the note 1568|Of the song that my heart yearns to your eyes. 1568|(As a rose makes a song by the breeze in the rose 1568|That woos the soul with its perfume). 1568|From heart to heart, through the day 1568|Through the night, singing, singing, singing, 1568|Singing, singing, 1568|Singing, singing. 1568|My heart, it yearns to you, 1568|You in white, with stars in your hair, 1568|My soul yearns to you 1568|That are so dear and white, 1568|The air and the sky with love 1568|Are dancing. 1568|The wind is dancing 1568|Among the trees, 1568|And one of the dancing trees beats the air with a song of love. 1568|You are only a dream on the wind-stirred tree, 1568|And a bird and a flower and a soul, and a tree. 1568|My heart, to-night, it is broken by your dreams, 1568|Your dreams of love; 1568|But you go to the earth, and to earth comes me. 1568|My soul, to-night, I would know 1568|What will not happen, 1568|And then my heart would stir in the darkness 1568|Because it is yours--you are in your dreams. 1568|The moon, the moon, 1568|Was not always lovely in April: 1568|There are mornings when the earth is grey - 1568|And mornings when the sky is grey - 1568|When all the world is grey, and stars glisten 1568|Along the shadowy woodland paths - 1568|A witch of the ======================================== SAMPLE 8050 ======================================== 1418|I see the light of my mother's eyes 1418|The day that I've never seen or heard 1418|When first I stood alone - 1418|The day the little old house is left 1418|Where, in her hands, I used to play. 1418|I do not think of it in words 1418|And yet, it's just the same. 1418|It's still the same, the little old house 1418|And the new, and still the same. 1418|There is no changing it, the old, 1418|The old as the old that is gone-- 1418|It's just the same as now. 1418|I do not dare to look at it 1418|Though it's changed as much as I. 1418|The old the old will stand there 1418|And hold my hand still. 1418|I see the old as of old 1418|Even when I see or hear not 1418|What the old in truth may be. 1418|Not the true old, as we think, 1418|But the false old, as all men know, 1418|And the new, not the old. 1418|No, no, and never yet 1418|Was the true old; I do not know 1418|If it will ever change. 1418|But I doubt that I'm sure still 1418|That the true old will change. 1418|If it changed there must have been a thing 1418|To make the old change; 1418|If we only knew it 1418|How strange and wonderful 1418|A thing to change will seem 1418|When once one knows the change. 1418|We do not think much of change 1418|Yet it has come to pass that I know it most 1418|As if I had known it long ago, 1418|As I know change may hardly ever be; 1418|I stand alone when change is near. 1418|And still I stand . . . 1418|The room is empty as if by God's decree. 1418|The old is not there, 1418|The old is left still the same, 1418|In the old as it was long ago. 1418|It is the old as I remember it, 1418|It is the old as I can find. 1418|I wonder what the old may be: 1418|I wonder why it is the same. 1418|It may be that there is nothing new 1418|In a house which has stood so long 1418|And changed so little. 1418|We might see not as we used to see 1418|Where the sun goes down and the fog comes in, 1418|Or the blue sky curls and the grasses grow 1418|Upon the ground, and the blue sea waves 1418|Farther rise, and far out in the sea 1418|Blue spires of high water tower and fall 1418|Upon the ground; or the sea 1418|Lends about the house such an air. 1418|There is no sound 1418|Save the rustling of white leaves 1418|And the breathing of the wind. 1418|A grey-green house, that gives the impression 1418|That it is no longer so large and fine and warm. 1418|What shall I give it? I will give to-day 1418|One piece of furniture that may be used. 1418|If you think that you will be very old, 1418|Take a little room with a window on the top, 1418|With a balcony, with a bath, and a table, 1418|One lamp and a cup of sable drapery 1418|Which the sun has dipped with him in the sea, 1418|And will come again to wash it clean. 1418|There I will set myself, with little children 1418|And a great old man as my master, 1418|There I will live, without being cold, 1418|And be the master of my son and daughter 1418|For ten generations, if I am not mistaken, 1418|If I have a son and daughter to drive them out. 1418|Or if there be no one to be master, 1418|I will throw myself before the blazing fire 1418|Or with my servants walking by my side, 1418|Or in a small room by the wall, 1418|When the wind blows ======================================== SAMPLE 8060 ======================================== 8197|"God's blessing on the work we've done 8197|And on the lovely creatures of the earth!" 8197|As he spoke, along the valley's mouth 8197|I heard a voice crying 'Bless the Lord,' 8197|A voice singing 'Peace upon earth!' 8197|A sound of joy, a trump of doom, 8197|A voice that cried 'The day is won!' 8197|"But ah, it is for Gunga's dreadful son, 8197|Who served his father's will, who taught 8197|His race her monstrous birth and told all 8197|Her proud offspring--O the woful tale it told 8197|Of their dread doom. . . . One little hour! 8197|I saw a great race of women kneeling 8197|In haste before a lovely woman, 8197|The new-born of Gunga's hideous son, 8197|And with him--a proud woman kneeling 8197|Among her babes and baboons and sons. 8197|"Ah! she was radiant with unearthly light! 8197|The child of Gunga's hideous son, 8197|With the last glow of her great beauty blent 8197|With the gleam of her long unspent life, 8197|And in her eyes there gleamed the soul's deep truth, 8197|Of love and joy which never dies. 8197|"And she was pure as the shining skies, 8197|Sweet as the fragrance in the morning air, 8197|Of the women of the land of Gunga, 8197|With all the love of children, blent 8197|With the joy of life beneath the sun 8197|And glory of the sky, the sun, 8197|The radiant air, and the light of dawn; 8197|All the gleam of her body was the sky, 8197|And the pure sky, O women of Gunga, 8197|That was pure for you to look upon." 8197|Then wept the woman, and then smiled, 8197|And prayed and blessed the Goddess who had come 8197|With peace and love and laughter and light; 8197|Then came a momentary pause, 8197|And then we saw the monster and its babe 8197|With a terrible and evil glee 8197|Flinging the woman and laughing down at her, 8197|And all the lovely motherhood. 8197|But now I hear the shrill and keen cry 8197|Of the white moon-beam, that falls fast and long 8197|On the pale hill-tops of the dark green valleys, 8197|Where gleams the far white mountains and the sea. 8197|Then I am alone, and now and then, 8197|With the far light of the new sun's gleam 8197|I see the awful face of Gunga's king, 8197|And all his people, and the savage tribe, 8197|And see those monstrous eyes of his own mother. 8197|O Gunga, I am weary of the hills, 8197|The grass, and the shade of the great earth, 8197|The dark trees and the pale moon-clouds. 8197|I am weary of the women's laughter 8197|That is passing, and the women's words, 8197|And a woman's voice in the cold hills 8197|Mocking my sleep. 8197|I am weary of you, sad women, 8197|And of the sweet and bitter words 8197|When your lips have smiled, 8197|And when your hands have gripped and gently pressed me, 8197|And when loud through the dark hours of the night 8197|I know you have cried. 8197|"I love my sweetheart, O my sweetheart, 8197|I am with her day and night; 8197|The rain comes softly over the walls, 8197|The wind comes, softly; my love always comes, 8197|My sweetheart, my sweetheart, my sweetheart!" 8197|I cannot leave my sweetheart ever. 8197|All hours of the night I lie with her, 8197|And laugh, and eat and drink, and call her 8197|My sweetheart, my sweetheart, my sweetheart. 8197|"Oh! The red carrion that strews our hall, 8197|The night bird's songs and the red deer ======================================== SAMPLE 8070 ======================================== 28287|And, the proud-voiced wizard, spoke the foe, 28287|"See, thou child of God, I bid thee rise, 28287|And face the weapons, that the maid must know. 28287|This hand shall draw them, or the sword 28287|Shall cleanse thee of the blood on thy breast. 28287|Yet, since thy mother is an humble girl, 28287|And is a work of her rich skill to fix, 28287|And her poor son, a simple man, is young, 28287|She sends a maid from her fair house to bear; 28287|One that the child shall keep in charge, 28287|And keep it well under every kind. 28287|The other maid shall be a wand'ring sprite, 28287|And dwell afar off o'er the wide-spread earth. 28287|This day shall prove, if she has power to cheer, 28287|Whether my woman's wisdom can prevail." 28287|These words the daughter of the house will speak, 28287|And bid her house come up at once for fear. 28287|They will not huddle; the sword's drawn, and laid, 28287|But all the squadrons of the North are there; 28287|Asking the right of arms, and of distress, 28287|And of the battle which shall rage to-day. 28287|There are twenty squadrons to the right; 28287|There are twenty squadrons to the left. 28287|There are twenty squadrons on the wall, 28287|In every squadron there's one or two; 28287|The right wing to the right of it, and left to the left. 28287|There are twenty squadrons wide, and thick, 28287|And those that go to win their country's grace. 28287|Their banners proudly waved, they pressed before 28287|And held their ground, so strongly fought they the war. 28287|In charge of their army lay the house, 28287|On which they stood in perfect fortitude. 28287|The walls were raised high, and the barons stiff 28287|With their black steel were standing all their strength. 28287|'Tis the stout army's turn of victory, 28287|But now the foe, like beasts, are lagging slow, 28287|For victory is won on the field; 28287|The shield, so long in vain, is laid low, 28287|And the spear's path is free, while the steed's neck 28287|In dust and blood lies low and dead. 28287|The battle-field on its last sad night dyes, 28287|And dimly shines its dying light o'erhead; 28287|In darkness the dead lie sleeping; the day 28287|In death's grey shadows seems now withdrawn. 28287|The night had made them calm, so their sleep 28287|Had made them never wakened by the dawn, 28287|But, like pale spectres, as they slept, they seemed 28287|In sleep, but in their sleep a deadly fear 28287|That the young man and the maiden may 28287|Die, where the sword first held their life to gain. 28287|But now the day had broke its pall, 28287|And on the battlements of state 28287|The dawn was breaking with its light; 28287|At foot of the hill the village lay, 28287|In sight of Kirkait-ul-Naik; 28287|For miles about, its towers appeared 28287|Shrubs of saplings black as night, 28287|Whose shadows in the darkness grew 28287|Like the slow shadows of that sleep 28287|On hill side with one another. 28287|Like the wind by night, and like the sun 28287|On the lone hillsides of the dawn, 28287|A sound, a light, a song, arose 28287|From the town without a sound or light, 28287|And the song grew to a choir of wail-- 28287|That fell a wintry wind of woe, 28287|As steep the hills of KNAITEDIA! 28287|A band of wretches, half to dry, 28287|Sole at the forge, nor on their task 28287|Light fain, nor fain their lord to guide, 28287|Or turn the wheels of their black wheel; 28287|Of the dark-browed wret ======================================== SAMPLE 8080 ======================================== 13650|As though my legs were turned inside out-- 13650|Or maybe my arms and hands were 13650|Gone inside out! 13650|My tail-feathers, 13650|My eyes and ears and nose were inside out. 13650|My tail and my eyes were only outside in. 13650|If I should live to be a whole age-- 13650|A hundred years, I'd have all sorts of fun. 13650|I WOULD LIKE to sail the ocean blue 13650|Which winds around the sun-kissed earth; 13650|I would take early little steps, 13650|And I would walk all round the world; 13650|I'd have all sorts of sport, I think, 13650|Which to the children girls and boys 13650|Would make their hearts, as I do now). 13650|When the sea-bird has been swimming round 13650|And seen the wonders there below, 13650|I'd play the same again, I think, 13650|Though beneath me were the deep sea. 13650|There must be castles without a name, 13650|And walls of stone about each one, 13650|And gems and gold, and golden sheen, 13650|Which sea-nymphs wear every night; 13650|I would look at these, and sigh, 13650|And sail about the world, I think! 13650|THERE was a blacksmith once lived in a village. 13650|So he made all sorts of armour, 13650|He fashioned the spear, shield, helm, 13650|And the sword, and the hammer, and the tongs, 13650|And the wooden horses for battle: 13650|Then he went his way to his forge, 13650|And there he forged it every day. 13650|He walked bare-legged through the hall, 13650|He was smit with fear to see 13650|His neighbours sleeping, and the fire 13650|So very red, yet not a soul 13650|Would enter by chance; so he came 13650|With sleeping child beside him, that 13650|He might forget his pain and fear. 13650|And the blacksmith made him come, 13650|As if he were some mighty king, 13650|And all his work be brought about. 13650|He smithied long and hard, and then 13650|He bound his horse's ears about him, 13650|And in his forge he smote the ground, 13650|And he made a mighty noise; 13650|And up and down upon his knees 13650|He wept, and sorely he lamented, 13650|"I will not life this living pain! 13650|I will set my foot upon the earth 13650|And all the labour 'twill then bring me." 13650|So he set his foot upon the ground 13650|And saw all round him the rich ore ore, 13650|He thought it much desired--and gave 13650|It to his little daughter, 13650|And she put his ears into shoals, 13650|And for a crown herself she made. 13650|And thereupon they went a-hunting 13650|And they came from far and near, 13650|And they found a great cave, and thereon 13650|They burnt their hunger and their hunger's meat; 13650|And then they took the mighty ore 13650|And they bore away the richest hoard. 13650|The child's name was Fairy-Flit, 13650|Her name was Snow, and she was fair; 13650|And she danced, danced, danced round about; 13650|And all the other little folk 13650|In the merry month of May, 13650|"We'll play," said they; "let us play, 13650|For it is the merry month of May." 13650|And it was so; for it was May; 13650|And all the little flowers did spring 13650|Out of their beds, and every leaf 13650|Did climb, and climb, and climb about 13650|To see who might come the fastest. 13650|And there was running water, 13650|And there was running shouting water, 13650|And the horses all ran after 13650|The little Fairy-Flit,-- 13650|The race-horse, Snow, and the Little Knight, 13650|The burning Little Knight. 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 8090 ======================================== 2294|That they were lovers. 2294|They had been long alone, 2294|Their souls in sorrows long, 2294|Where no good words could be 2294|Their glee: 2294|Where all words were hollow 2294|And no man knew, nor minded. 2294|One was a bard of song, 2294|One an ardent lover, 2294|One a soldier's soul, 2294|One a statesman's thought. 2294|The world was in the arms of Night, 2294|Their hearts and the world were one. 2294|Her lips were bitter to speak of; 2294|She took the flowers of youth and the love 2294|That was in them all; her hair 2294|Was wild and golden in the fire 2294|Of the midnight of longing and youth; 2294|Her hands were red as blood, 2294|Her brow was white as snow; 2294|She made a new world, and the world 2294|That is in her bosom was like the snow. 2294|With the wild flower and the flame of youth, 2294|With the joy of life and the hope of heaven. 2294|And her eyes were black and sad and strange- 2294|The dark eyes, dark with tears, 2294|The eyes of the dead moon 2294|That know no sun, 2294|Nor see the stars, nor hear the sea 2294|And the sea-tossed stars, the sea-tossed stars- 2294|They are deep with grief; 2294|With the heart's wild grief 2294|Of love, that wails a world that is dead. 2319|_For a Visit from the Artist_ 2319|At the Gate they met the Artist, the artist-a beaded and 2319|lucid face full of vivid, rich, luminous hair. 2319|"I have lived for half my life, and that I never shall cease to 2319|"Your face--and yours."--"There are no more faces, then, to 2319|"My life was a song which I never shall sing to you."--"Your 2319|The Artist looked at him, and smiled, and then looked at her again. 2319|"Or you shall never come to me, or my life shall never be 2319|"My hands are as thin as dried straw, my feet are as thin 2319|thorns that strew the path."--"And what of that? I have lived my 2319|"Then you shall never meet my eyes again as I once met mine."--"But 2319|never fear. You shall find me, though I shall never see you 2319|again." 2319|"I am the hand you hold when you shall sit in your chair, 2319|not to greet you, be sorry, but to please you."-- 2319|"I wish I understood you, sir, 2319|And made a hand of tender art. 2319|"I wish I were a man of song, 2319|With words to sing you out of your chair, 2319|And leave your heart--I wish it could feel 2319|My song, and know it were the same, 2319|And know that it was true." 2319|The Artist smiled again, and turned from the door. "You 2319|are right, my lady," he said; "I should have understood you 2319|better. You are right, though of a wronger kind I am." 2319|So she turned with her music, and sang a song of the 2319|I saw your face; 2319|I heard your voice, 2319|And knew what she meant 2319|By your smile and your eyes: 2319|It told me all you could say, 2319|I heard your sighs 2319|And loved your eyes, 2319|Eyes that I used to see 2319|In your beauty's book 2319|With such glad surprise. 2319|And as you laughed or cried 2319|I knew all you meant, 2319|I knew what she meant, though you seemed so far from it. 2319|When I am dead and gone, 2319|The flowers of my face 2319|I will put to bed, 2319|For I have loved you well. 2319|And my empty heart will smile 2319|Where roses never blow; ======================================== SAMPLE 8100 ======================================== 615|And to the battle, with no regard of cost, 615|Or other service, to his country paid. 615|So, one great day, till night, he from his course 615|Remounted, in that he sought not with that hand 615|Which had so well won France the world's applause, 615|Nor in his turn, returned to his own board. 615|He had not come, as we have heard, until 615|The fourth morning had returned its ray, 615|And the twelfth was at hand, where at his gate 615|They made their prey. That had the sanguine wave 615|More than matched the north, or less, that night: 615|The moon still shining weak and faint, did fall 615|Downwards to the ocean at the sound. 615|The duke in court, from every step apart, 615|The rest had left the forest, where they lay 615|Pursued by savage creatures, that along 615|The forest-way, with dreadful noise, did rave. 615|Of that, so many were there seen, that when 615|The duke perceived the forest empty, he 615|Cast himself, like one most hasty, to ground; 615|And, through the rage of his loud griefs, made fast 615|His lady and her maids; and thus he made 615|To those who were within his mansion round, 615|And told the woes he suffered with his dame; 615|As one, who in their presence is arrayed, 615|And to the table, and whom evermore 615|They seem to be about to take an interest: 615|The duke in court, and on the other side, 615|Had sent to that fair castle, with them, 615|Three of his men, and with a damsel more, 615|His faithful and loyal follower's hand, 615|Who in their lord's misfortune had resigned 615|Him for their own. The duke was not forewarned 615|Of that ill news before they made approach 615|To find his lady dead: nor knew they what 615|Their steps had ventured till they 'll arrive where 615|The knight was hiding; and, ere I cease to trow, 615|I will not pause for doubt, but to relate -- 615|A thing, to me, too curious, seems -- 615|That not a tear, not a shudder, found they there. 615|This was the duke and others of the band 615|That with Rogero journeyed to the shore; 615|Who, when 'twas known, the giant king possessed, 615|He, that was his master, slain his son, 615|In the same castle, and would have him freed. 615|Now they that in the forest-country lay 615|With the royal duke's men were passing fair, 615|And knew not -- were they told -- that royal maid 615|Who had to Paris been their hospitable bed; 615|For that she was the bride of one, and that 615|She was the bridegroom of another, said. 615|-- This if they were not mistaken about -- 615|Of such was the same lady; and, to prove 615|The rest, she took the duke's wife and his wife's, 615|And made of them the women she would have. 615|'Twere long to tell how long it was before 615|Their coming to the castle made alarm; 615|But time it would not lend, if yet, methought, 615|I had in proof, Rogero's lady said. 615|So that, at least, my tale in proof remained 615|To prove, that from a false report 'twas false; 615|And since that 'twas false, I weened to trace 615|The other error which that were, if they 615|Had thought that the damsel was not dead, 615|The damsel should have told herself dead, and not. 615|It was (the duke was there) who had forborne 615|The guests, but that he deemed the duke was one, 615|And that he would not yet possess the land. 615|The knights, by whom the duke, to Paris, was led, 615|Are gone, where he that lady is to meet, 615|To see whether he have given them in aid 615|The maiden in this enterprise, or no. 615|The duke calls up the Frenchmen in the band, 615|And these, when ======================================== SAMPLE 8110 ======================================== 15370|And that was what brought me to the barren 15370|Land where--but there I leave the details to 15370|The Reader's Surname;--while he was living, 15370|He began to think the world was made for him,-- 15370|And, in a fit of fancy, said the most 15370|Poor thing that he cared to think of, "I die," 15370|(For he must die, with all the world around 15370|In an ossuary,--he that lived "there,"-- 15370|And lived "there"--with an ossuary, 15370|For "there" he was too poor to live forever; 15370|And in a fit of fancy said "I die!" 15370|(But "there" was so far removed from _her_, 15370|You knew you'd get no sympathy from him)-- 15370|He went to Europe, where he made his nest, 15370|And got a salary--very respectable, 15370|As we might justly suppose, from his work, 15370|Unless your philosophy of life 15370|Was rather _do as you please_, 15370|And not at all upon the level of _mercury_, 15370|Because, no matter what other considerations, 15370|You never found-- 15370|And no one ever will. 15370|The world being what it is, 15370|With all its riches at the table, 15370|And everybody's wishes fulfilling, 15370|The world--how can it be otherwise? 15370|I was as happy as a king on the throne 15370|Of the country that is called my own; 15370|I have a sister dear, and I'm sure they're both 15370|Young and clever as can be, 15370|And I'll tell you--if you'll take the trouble 15370|To listen,--the reason why? 15370|The sister's a daughter of the country, 15370|And she takes it by the head, 15370|When it's much gone on the account of me, 15370|But it's much gone on with the child. 15370|And the child of my choice, I own it, 15370|Is cousin of the pair, 15370|And the niece that is niece of my choice 15370|So they'll take my wishes from here. 15370|But, as you understand, 15370|The niece is my daughter, you and I, 15370|And the daughter of the country is my friend. 15370|They happen each day to meet 15370|The two I mentioned before, 15370|And take a little joy at my expense, 15370|And so I go about life as I may, 15370|If the world's but a world of a story-- 15370|And I wish it all a funny one-- 15370|And when I'm grown wiser I will make 15370|The world as well as the story just mine. 15370|_"Who are ye?" asked the grey mare, 15370|"Who are ye, white stallion, hoarse stallion? 15370|How have ye fed the young goose, 15370|And bidden the grey mare give the name 15370|Of the stallion she had bred?" 15370|"I am not a mare's friend," 15370|Said the white stallion, "I am another's foe; 15370|Who are you?" said the grey mare. 15370|"You, as my vassal, ride beside me; 15370|I will not ride with you; 15370|But I have been with the young ones, 15370|And with strength that I dare not overleap 15370|The young ones have been free," 15370|said the grey mare, 15370|"We've been with them, both young and old, 15370|We've been with them both young and old; 15370|But you will have neither the stallion nor the mare 15370|And then the grey mare-- 15370|"And when you reach the fields," she answered, 15370|"We'll return again, 15370|And when you reach the fields we'll be bound 15370|For we have been with the young ones 15370|We've been with the young ones when they were young, 15370|And we've been with strength when we've been with the strong ======================================== SAMPLE 8120 ======================================== 29345|A boy without a woman and without his future--dead anyway! 29345|He's out of it already. But he says: "I had no thought 29345|But what was in this thing until I felt it in my skin. 29345|Just by the way I say you ought to understand 29345|The reason why I let you come here in the first place. 29345|You were going to marry me, and you thought I'd like 29345|To see a man I'd know more--you know my name's Jim-- 29345|Than any man else, and I say that in your plainest voice. 29345|But you'll have to come into one another's house 29345|Before you settle on your rights as a married man." 29345|And then they talked about what children is--he tells 29345|What a dreadful shame it is for parents to tell 29345|What a dreadful joy it is to have them when they're born, 29345|And yet, you know, when they say the things they do 29345|They mean them to some use, and sometimes, too, you see 29345|The child is never really quite what they think; 29345|And so he said: "You think I'm always so strict, sure? 29345|Well, why, when mothers think they hold us in the best, 29345|They screw us out of almost anything. And then 29345|We have to go the extra mile and use the rest! 29345|I'm sure, though, there's many a time I don't require 29345|The comfort gained by using my fingers so, 29345|While the mother's on her knees at daybreak to do 29345|The double duty of nursing and of bribing." 29345|I thought of all the times that mother and I have gone 29345|To do the baby things with jolly old Jim, 29345|And I heard the old man talk so plainingly of us 29345|That it seemed pretty much every night good night. 29345|And then, there was that little red-legged laddie 29345|That lived with us, and used to play a merry game 29345|With Jim and other children in the old mill yard. 29345|But Jim and I were both quite in a passion 29345|For getting Jim killed and buried in that mill-- 29345|And so we started to murder him at once. 29345|We found his bones with a stick and dug them up 29345|With shovels and bits of sawdust and a bit of saw. 29345|And then we did it and there was Jim's little body, 29345|And all our hate for Jim fell on the day of his death. 29345|Our plan was to break his neck, which we thought would strike 29345|The other people we could kill the best. 29345|We came and had a picnic with his skeleton, 29345|And the old mill-yard and the town were in the air. 29345|And we said, "The only difference now is 29345|We know better, and we know what good folks do." 29345|We had a barbecue in Jim's honor, too, 29345|And all the people spoke of us in terms of grace. 29345|And so the evil is gone and we've come to an end. 29345|It's funny you should ask me, since the end is near 29345|With this little baby and all my worldly goods. 29345|But if I asked, and asked it, I shouldn't care 29345|To know the reason why. It might be because 29345|The end would make some folks so sorry they could 29345|Stop me with "What did you leave to-day?" 29345|Some day I'll find out. 29345|At first I thought it might be true, 29345|They always say the year turns round-- 29345|Sometimes it's summer, sometimes the weather's fair. 29345|Now it's winter, if I stand in a row 29345|And look at the snow with the frost on my face 29345|And wonder, it's much the same as I've been, 29345|I only turn my head as much I turn away 29345|When the wind comes whist, and the trees fall to the ground 29345|And everything is covered with snow along 29345|The sides of the road and in the field and so. 29345|Then it's only rain, and the leaves are so green 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 8130 ======================================== 29357|When this beautiful land was first laid out, he was happy with his 29357|There were some who said that he was a poet, who said he was of the 29357|All our dear-hearted folks, the men and women who go to heaven, 29357|Come, let us go in our very best clothes, down to the barbers' 29357|to bed. 29357|It has always been the custom in this world, when a man dies 29357|"There is a great star, called the Sun, and its beam is all my 29357|"You do not know how great this thing is? Come here, come down to 29357|"What I care whether the star 29357|Be called _Iris_ or _Crimson Jill_, 29357|Or _Lusty Rose_ or _Maddow Jill_, 29357|Or you or I the scales will play, 29357|I'll take a lot of looks at you, for it is not right to 29357|"My dear little daughter, take a look at our friend, 29357|That is always about us, just like Little Baby Joy." 29357|When the child is brought to bed, you may bring your own 29357|children to bed, 29357|For you can keep the little house which we are going to fill, 29357|Or you can go and live with your father and mother. 29357|"I know you will be good, good little daughter, 29357|I have seen you carry a great deal of things your mother did, 29357|But nothing so wonderful as this doll of ours." 29357|The dear little girl would not look at me, 29357|But looked at a doll like myself, 29357|And I looked at my own children, all a-rolling about, 29357|And wishing to make a fuss. 29357|When we came to bed-time, I went in for bed, 29357|For that was my habit for the night; 29357|When she turned me out of my bed, I got into my bed, 29357|And lay on my back for most of the night. 29357|In my hat I was sleeping, with cords in my hand, 29357|And my rags half over, in the great damp; 29357|But, still as I rolled myself out, I would dream of a doll, 29357|In a dress as pretty as any. 29357|And always at night out I went by the fire, 29357|To meet my dear little children at their play, 29357|When I saw them a-running so very funny, 29357|They never saw me so pretty. 29357|Oh, I wish I was such a pretty child, 29357|That I could make myself up in such queer ways, 29357|With my toys and things, and the finest milk-and-cream, 29357|To match with my pretty doll. 29357|And if my dear children's ears should become too small to hear, 29357|I think I can play at that time with my toys, 29357|A-rolling about on my little dolly-top, 29357|And pretending to be very wise. 29357|Oh, you are always going down hill, 29357|Your back is turned to the road; 29357|Your little legs are in clearest, 29357|And then you don't walk at all. 29357|You push about for joy, 29357|But it's always to your shame 29357|That trees with branches wide, 29357|And bushes tall with flowers, 29357|All call you "father" too. 29357|If you have nothing more to tell, 29357|Don't mention another boy, 29357|But tell them I brought you a basket. 29357|Here is a little book full of pretty things, 29357|That's called "The Little Book for Fanciful Children," 29357|A book all white, and just big enough to hold 29357|Some pictures big enough for Uncle Jim, 29357|And all the old books that Auntie May has made, 29357|And made, with lots of other toys for me 29357|To do without, 29357|All by ourselves, when we are free, 29357|In ways that children do not dream. 29357|Let us be happy! I hope we are, all, 29357|And happy as books, for children's gladness, 29357|That read ======================================== SAMPLE 8140 ======================================== May thy future come, 39496|Or, by the world undone, undone, 39496|Be what thou hast denied to men; 39496|A truth unshaken as an arch 39496|Whereon the world has no part; 39496|A thought no less to be believed 39496|Than once to be believed a lie. 39496|But, if my true tale should ever be 39496|Waked to a universal lie in time, 39496|Think not that I shall lack a reply, 39496|When my grave lips speak of thee no more. 39496|In the long ago, in the long ago, 39496|In the land where no men go to pray, 39496|In the land where no man steals to save, 39496|With the white lips of the singing child 39496|On the gold of the waving grass; 39496|So in the long ago, in the long ago, 39496|In the land where the gaunt bones are old, 39496|I dreamt there was a babe upon my knee, 39496|And I asked her who it was? 39496|"It was the babe that never was born," 39496|She said, and laughed out, "because 39496|It was never said who was the father, 39496|Or who was the mother of that strange, strange child. 39496|"O, it was strange, it was strange," she said, 39496|"That child, it was strange my father was dead! 39496|In my home by the sea from the trouble of man 39496|Heaven be praised that the mother gave not him away! 39496|"O, my mother," said I to myself, 39496|"In your garden there is no child that is nameless, 39496|"For I've watched above my knee so long 39496|That the little leaf was red indeed; 39496|And the mother, she sat at the gates of the place 39496|And she sang and she walked and she talked. 39496|"And the words of that strange child were strange, 39496|And the little baby that in the window is sleeping, 39496|And the words that were born of the strange child's words 39496|Were not born of the child of woman or child at all." 39496|"O, my mother," said I to myself, 39496|"To your garden you've little thing, 39496|And the words of the stranger child none ever knew, 39496|All have been said of a strange, strange strange child. 39496|"O, my mother," said I to myself, 39496|"And O, my mother, you know, 39496|In the land where the gods are the gods alone, 39496|When the gods are the gods alone, 39496|If he had been a child of man's flesh and blood, 39496|And born a child of man's land, 39496|And come to the place, come to the place, 39496|And cried on that strange, strange stranger child, 39496|'Take my hand and hold his hand, 39496|And lead him to the place where he was brought to, 39496|And never, never, never would I hold 39496|Thee by the hair again!'" 39496|And the mother she sat at the gates of the place, 39496|And the red lips of the child were still, 39496|And the mother-in-law of that little one 39496|Was the great old lady of Loo, 39496|A woman who had lived all her days 39496|Ever and ever as a woman. 39496|But O, the baby's eyes that they were blue, 39496|And the baby's bright eyes that had lights in them! 39496|O, the baby's feet that they were white and green! 39496|And the great old lady of Loo was dead, 39496|And the children came from the longeless town, 39496|And a very great way down the long road 39496|Lay the land of Loo. 39496|A little, very little person 39496|Came by the road and saw her, 39496|Saw her little face and said, "Mother!" 39496|And she asked the old lady, 39496|"Where did you get that look in your eyes 39496|When you saw your poor mother's face?" 39496|"The same look came in mine," ======================================== SAMPLE 8150 ======================================== 26|Thence to find out the people in the place 26|Where I abode, and with the beak pursue 26|And groping of the woods and undergrowth 26|Pursue still, until the noise of them I tire. 26|This said, he broke the bridge, and down did plow 26|In the stream below; and in the fall 26|Found I t'other end; there, hid with him, he thought 26|As well of him and me as of the rest 26|Of his squibbing company; and there we spied 26|The whole wide world in one, as he predicted, 26|A vast, open, marshy sea; and as we ran 26|To find, the water, as predicted, fell 26|At his words of warning. We stood abashed, 26|For both were old, and of some affliction: 26|For us there was an unseen pressure older, 26|Which held us backward, while of him the might 26|Of the great world had power to suppliant; 26|And for his wisdom, we should profit more, 26|By having him with us, than having none. 26|Yet, being hither, and belonging hither, 26|We had cause for lamentation: for he said, 26|Whose name is known to none, even to me, 26|That I, whom this most desolate place beholds 26|Rearing her babe, in after days shall bear 26|A race of men from me: O Father, now 26|Adverse to me, and severe on my babes, 26|For radiant hope of joy to labour for, 26|Shall I be recompensed with bitterness? 26|Thus I lamented; and in him my loved one, 26|Thus I lamented; and of David's seed 26|A son was born me, and I smitten, Heav'n! 26|He beheld the earth red with blood of babes, 26|And beheld infernals flight, a wondrous rout. 26|Mean time the mother, when the babe, who lay 26|Beside her, ran the streets among the throng, 26|A stranger to her native soil dismay'd, 26|A man unsold, unsold, a vagrant wand'rer. 26|For this unknown David paid me well; for now 26|Theirs is the credit, and the meed of it: 26|This I shall take, nor fear the blame of it-- 26|His blood, and mine, and hers, is one; and so 26|Thou, O thou Son of David, thou shall bear 26|A reputation to the city for it. 26|He ended; and the Queen her sullen look 26|Changed into a tender smile; then spake 26|Her grown-up men: "Thou art our comfort now; 26|Our chiefest comfort, and our chiefest pride: 26|But for that which thou art come to bring, 26|Come now, and have thy wish and will unmixt." 26|Whereto her answer'd David, whereat 26|Her fathers foremost with a happy laugh, 26|"Achilles!" they cried, "the second is greater 26|Than thou: what knows Patroclus of the dead?" 26|But he, with face to earth and head reclin'd, 26|Stood at her side, and thus her plaint renew'd. 26|"My son! my slain chief! I lament thy race 26|And all thine own cause: But come, full gratefully, 26|Assist my desolation, that I may 26|Breathe out my spirit, and lament myself 26|And all my race! my very life depriv'd 26|Of joy, and all the sweets thereof; my feet 26|Are on a road, which yet as far as life 26|Erewhile seem'd; but, Patroclus! let me go 26|Before my death, lest ere I come, I miss 26|Perpetual life and sight of all my good." 26|He scarce had ended, when return'd his men, 26|A thousand nets prepar'd in full score, 26|Each with ten strings, hung up in airy row, 26|In long array: the thought of death conceiv'd 26|That man, although sole host of Gods, was now 26|Hosts of Gods, and in a league of peace 26|All allied farr off; warmbl ======================================== SAMPLE 8160 ======================================== 1568|In which, at the foot of his castle tree, 1568|He sleeps within his castle; then he sighs, 1568|And turns it over and over for the day. 1568|And it is not for nothing, when the night 1568|Has brought him sleep and sleep, that he has sleep. 1568|"Why, I have seen, when I came to be 1568|Died so to-day, 1568|Men with the faces 1568|Of the beavers that lived under the sea. 1568|And the light among 1568|The reeds upon the riverbeds was like a star. 1568|And we were all of us, 1568|And we went to a kingdom, through a green path. 1568|And I was the young son 1568|Of a king old and in his sombre age, 1568|And the king was his wife, 1568|And the river was water; 1568|And the king sat in his gold throne and spake 1568|Of the little boys at the end of the hall. 1568|"Nelly, Nelly, Nelly," said the king--he smiled 1568|With his beard on his breast, 1568|"The wind blows over the sea without our hearing. 1568|It is the old King's thrush that makes his twitter, 1568|And he shall be whistling still." 1568|And the next morning Nelly she heard the thruster 1568|In the low green woods go baying in the dark. 1568|And it was the king's thrush, she knew, 1568|Making his twanging at her heart. 1568|And all her tears came down the wind like rain, 1568|As in the night; 1568|And Nelly saw the old iron fence of the road, 1568|And the gates so high; 1568|And she saw the fence, and the iron gate, 1568|And the white road all white and dark, 1568|Winding onward, winding over the plain, 1568|To the sea; 1568|And the eyes of Nelly grew wet with tears 1568|As she went: 1568|"Ah, never," said the king, "'tis the King's thrush 1568|Who makes his twitter so." 1568|But Nelly felt the King's thrush at her heart, 1568|The gates clanging loud, 1568|And the night winds crying; 1568|"Let us go in," they said; "let us go in!" - 1568|She could not look on his face. 1568|"Why should we stay?" he asked; 1568|And the crowd came in the dark, 1568|And swept by the iron gate, and whispered one,- 1568|"They let us in," she heard. 1568|But Nelly had no eyes: he had no tongue, 1568|And, all too late, 1568|The old grey King was dead and buried her, 1568|And the little children were gone, 1568|And the long white road 1568|Turned black to black and white, 1568|Winding onward, winding over the plain. 1568|To the sea. It is the king's thrush 1568|That makes his twittering, 1568|Making his baying in the low dark night, 1568|"Let us go in!" 1568|And the little children, coming down by the bridge, 1568|Cried, "Mother, the sea!" 1568|And she answered, "Father, the sea." 1568|Then, in the deep dark sea, 1568|The thrush went bailing 1568|His song up, sobbing 1568|To himself, weeping: 1568|"If we had children we should fear them; 1568|God, why should they fear us!" 1568|And the last cry, "Let we go in!" 1568|Was the thruster dying: 1568|"Mother, the sea!" 1568|The black road winding through the wood 1568|Seemed the same as yesterday. 1568|But when they reached the far wood end, 1568|There it wound, dark as shame, 1568|To the last bank, to the last tree; 1568|And the children were fast through the wood. 1568|And when they reached the tree, and ======================================== SAMPLE 8170 ======================================== 2819|I've been to sea. But if I did, 2819|I wish--I wish that I had died. 2819|I wish, by all the good old ways 2819|Of fair Great Britain, I had died! 2819|I wish I'd stayed upon the moor; 2819|I wish I'd stayed in London town; 2819|And when I came back to Ireland, 2819|Oh, had I been--an Irishman! 2819|I wish that I had stayed in bed; 2819|I want to be on the sea and air, 2819|With a coal-black sail and a blue bell on. 2819|It's an easy thing to be gay: 2819|Lie on the beach and let yourself curl up, 2819|While the waves rush by you, white as chalk, 2819|And the sun strikes down, with an undertone, 2819|On a bed of sea-weed. 2819|Lie there and let your hair do the singing, 2819|And your bosom swell and ache for the sand, 2819|And the sand, like a woman, rise and sink 2819|Against your naked breast. 2819|And your lips, a-breathing slowly and brent with sighs, 2819|Like two flags on the shore. 2819|And when the sun goes down, and the shades arise, 2819|You will lie there, a-lone and warm, with your face in a shroud, 2819|And the sand between you and the sun. 2819|I was on my way to the Fair, 2819|And a-driving along, by the road's last bend, 2819|A-laughing at the air of things and men 2819|Who laugh and giggle till they choke, 2819|Came a man, one half in love with ease, 2819|And half a-drifting on the dark. 2819|He was wearing a long, loose fur hat, 2819|That held a straw-weight, o' the brim; 2819|And his beaver-tail it hung low, 2819|Drooped just below his chin, and hid 2819|The point of his nostrils, like a beard; 2819|His broad, black nose was long, and sharp, 2819|Like a sword, very keen and neat; 2819|And his teeth flashed out like a pair 2819|Of hooked, yellow, little eyes. 2819|The man put on his best, and smote 2819|With his fist on the brake of brakes, 2819|And cried, "My merry companions, 2819|Hurry, lest this innocent goose 2819|Should suffer some grievous punishment." 2819|So at once the horses started away, 2819|One at a time, with halting gait, 2819|Swift as a flash, at a man's yell; 2819|And the first one who drove safely past 2819|Kept his nose just in front of his; 2819|And he said, "Let us, once again, 2819|All by common right, drink and smoke!" 2819|So away they flew at his shout; 2819|And I see them flying still, and still 2819|At my own. But you might have caught one flying past. 2819|"I say, where _do_ they come from? Say, where 2819|Is the last one flying by?" 2819|"I cannot tell, but he's far ahead, 2819|And that scares me," said I; 2819|"For I like the last one the best. 2819|I know I'm not the first man to drive, 2819|And I'm sure I cannot be the last 2819|To answer his challenge, for I've driven. 2819|"If this be not a tournament, 2819|And this a sporting contest, 2819|Where I can win and he can lose, 2819|And neither be a fool nor drunk-- 2819|Yet, I'll give a score on him." 2819|As for myself, I began-- 2819|For I could not have learned worse, 2819|And neither could I have taught-- 2819|But I started well and ran, 2819|And I ran till I ran; 2819|And you'd have been dizzy, dear, just how I kept so! 2819 ======================================== SAMPLE 8180 ======================================== 2732|To see this scene of joy, 2732|But the sun set 'twixt me and the bride. 2732|When I come back from Rome, 2732|I shall bring her no gifts, 2732|I shall bring her no flowers 2732|Upon her lap. 2732|I shall bring her no song 2732|From bards of Greece, 2732|Or song of angels in heaven, 2732|But she shall have only this, 2732|That there was grace. 2732|For I have heard them sing 2732|That they were come from her 2732|Who is all things to all men, 2732|And all things have for me! 2732|But when I come from Rome, 2732|I shall bring her all gifts, 2732|I shall bring her flowers and words, 2732|She shall have only this, 2732|That there was grace. 2732|A Poet in a Garden singing. 2732|Oh, love was sweet! Oh, love was fair! 2732|The world was all a-flutter, 2732|Oh the world was all a-flutter, 2732|As I loved my love singing 2732|In a lover's bower. 2732|A lover's bower there was 2732|'Neath the hawthorne where she lay, 2732|And my love was more mine 2732|Than the world was at that time, 2732|And the world was so small. 2732|There might a prince be born, 2732|There might a bard be seen, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|Near the dear love-light. 2732|There might a bard be known 2732|Whom my love ever wooed, 2732|And the praise of him thus wooed 2732|Were a worm at the root. 2732|There might a bard be sung 2732|And a poet-tune placed, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|Where the poet's song was sung, 2732|With the poet's feet nigh. 2732|There might a bard be sung 2732|And a poet-syllable, 2732|And I, my love, would stand 2732|In the poet's place. 2732|There might a king be born, 2732|There might a prince be seen, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|In the great sovereign's place. 2732|There might a king be born 2732|There might a prince be seen, 2732|And I, my love, would stand 2732|In the gilded place. 2732|There might a king be born, 2732|There might a prince be heard, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|Where the monarch was sung, 2732|With his helmet on his head, 2732|And his hand upon his sword. 2732|There might a king be born, 2732|There might a prince be heard, 2732|And I, my love, would sit 2732|In the gilded place. 2732|All the world was glad, 2732|And the singer was in praise: 2732|And I, the singer, said: 2732|"I sing of joy, 2732|Of love and roses red, 2732|Of love and the dear-bought dream 2732|That for me there's yet to be 2732|In a land beyond the sea." 2732|And the lark sang loud and long: 2732|"There is joy, and there is love: 2732|The earth is merry, the sea 2732|Is glad, is happy, love. 2732|"Oh, love is wonderful 2732|And wonderful the sea, 2732|And the sun too sad, sun sad, sun, 2732|Is glad, is happy, love. 2732|"And the sky sad and glad, 2732|And the dew sad and happy, 2732|For the dream that cannot fail 2732|Is glad, is happy, love. 2732|"For we two and love dear, 2732|We sing from a world of song, 2732|From a world of joy at last, 2732|And love, and a world of flowers." ======================================== SAMPLE 8190 ======================================== 24869|Of his fair form the glittering gold 24869|Of every wrinkle and line, 24869|In splendid gold, on every part, 24869|That every eye might behold. 24869|The lady of the lotus eyes, 24869|Still smiling, looked on Ráma well; 24869|Thus by the wise and pure of heart 24869|Was each fair shade beguiled. 24869|Ráma’s feet with delight were stirred, 24869|And thus the lord of Lanká spake: 24869|“My lord, be gentle and benign 24869|To all my friends, good lord, to thee. 24869|And if, O noble one, in thee 24869|Be kind and thoughtful as I am, 24869|Thou art, as I suspect, a foe 24869|To sin and wrong who reigns in heaven.” 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ, reverent of the bride’s 24869|Invisible lord, of all his friends, 24869|To Kekaya’s lord the chief addressed: 24869|“Come, for his sake, and lead the way.” 24869|Then Ráma gave assent, and, led 24869|By the monarch’s word, he hied. 24869|He sought the city well supplied 24869|With food and raiment on a car, 24869|As though on this side and on that 24869|Bhadrak’s lofty gate he neared. 24869|Canto CIX. Lode 24869|Thus Ráma reached the gate and stood 24869|In joy in presence of his friend. 24869|With Lakshmaṇ and with Viśvámitra, 24869|With friends who knew their lord’s intent. 24869|They drew the car and with a sound 24869|Raised it upon the royal seat. 24869|Then Kekaya’s lord addressed the four: 24869|“Thou saint, O King, a pleasant word 24869|My presence to thy guest should speak, 24869|With grace and honour to engage 24869|And grace of friendly bearing.” 24869|Thus had the king his words rehearsed 24869|To Viśvámitra, bright and good, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, who with reverence, speed, 24869|The noble Ráma welcomed as 24869|A pilgrim of the household race, 24869|And Sítá who in form and view 24869|Was fair and lovely, as is May, 24869|And lovely, as in bloom of bough 24869|Red rose in Spring’s ripe prime he saw 24869|Fair as the light that lights the sky, 24869|And gentle as the sky above, 24869|For Sítá, when the king she met, 24869|From her bright eye the tear was seen. 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ gave his answer there, 24869|In words like these, to Viśvámitra: 24869|“The good Ráma welcomes thee.” 24869|Then Viśvámitra, as the words were spoken, 24869|His mighty arm around her threw, 24869|And gently by her side he placed 24869|In her warm arms the charming queen. 24869|She, when her lord with joy was seen, 24869|The queen, her brother’s wife, embraced. 24869|She who each graceful grace displayed, 24869|Each noble grace combined, wept. 24869|And Ráma who before her stood, 24869|Felt for his heart the passion seize. 24869|“My brother Ráma,” thus she cried, 24869|“Whose life and death a grief beguiles, 24869|The king, like mine opposing, slain 24869|In his dear darling’s arms I found. 24869|My lord’s sad fate my grief beguiles, 24869|And while the light of life remains, 24869|To-morrow thou, O Ráma, view 24869|This lady’s life, and her bright eyes: 24869|For, Lakshmaṇ, to the lady’s aid 24869|Thou art with Sítá ======================================== SAMPLE 8200 ======================================== 1958|Beheld that the very man was gone, 1958|And from his mouth was there no sound. 1958|That other, too, was gone; and I knew 1958|That his wife left in the house, 1958|That she and his children could not stay 1958|Within their home, for fear of maimed or wife. 1958|And then the maiden, whose heart was heavy, 1958|And yet whose words bore witness of her woe, 1958|Whose eyes writhed with anguish, yet she answered not: 1958|"No; you are gone! Oh, no! you are not gone! 1958|When you had spoken your farewell for ever, 1958|I thought in heart I would not see it; 1958|But now you are in my arms and I lie 1958|For comfort and for comfort, day and night! 1958|Oh, no! not you!--not in this house alone, 1958|Not in this country, not abroad!" 1958|This thought in her heart she bore; 1958|She lifted up her head, and she answered: 1958|"Oh, no! a mother's prayer was in my heart!" 1958|A little while there was to be stilled, 1958|And in those words was the last prayer, 1958|She had heard in such sorrowful silence: 1958|"Oh, no! not you! for I know I am not! 1958|Nor yet I have heard what you were like, 1958|Nor, when you were happy, I have known it." 1958|It was the third day of the nights, 1958|And the night was closing down: 1958|And she, from those quiet hours, 1958|Felt the strong night-dew rise. 1958|She was alone, and the stars, 1958|In the east, did make merry; 1958|All the earth with life was rife: 1958|And she knew on the fourth deep 1958|She was not alone. 1958|As she from her windows looked 1958|Full solemn she heard the noise 1958|Of her household--on, on they came: 1958|Pipin and honeycomb 1958|Went for to bathe; and they too 1958|Dipped their hooves in the sweet water; 1958|Each one stirred and scampered; 1958|And the mother's heart 1958|Tossed full high, and the child's 1958|Laughed on, as to see and love the play, 1958|And then it rolled and laughed again. 1958|The water was high, and the streamlets, 1958|That up from the river 1958|Rain in many streams, and play in the glade, 1958|And sometimes scatter clouds, 1958|Was overflowing, and it was full of foam;-- 1958|And the fish that were caught, 1958|Though they were very small, 1958|Had, in the deepest place 1958|Where they were found, been drowned. 1958|And the children saw it, and they spoke of it, 1958|And with them came sweet voices: 1958|And they said that they would stay and see the play. 1958|And now it was day-break, and the waters of the river had 1958|entered: 1958|And the fishes made a wonder-working show, 1958|With their shining heads; and the bees 1958|Hoped to be rich in the bloom of the summer-time. 1958|And so the little maiden 1958|Drew out her soft-haired maidens, 1958|And they stood around her sweetly, 1958|As she walked by the way-side; 1958|And her eyes were always filled with love, 1958|All the while that she watched the play: 1958|Her speech was simple yet frank, 1958|As she said in rapture this: 1958|"Oh, I long to be a playmate for my mother, 1958|To sit and watch, and hear the music of her voice! 1958|But with what joy I must see my sweet daddy 1958|And the children so happy! How they each go dancing, 1958|And dance round and round! It is a sight to see!" 1958|And she turned to the window, 1958|And she watched the water flowing ======================================== SAMPLE 8210 ======================================== 21011|The wench we see--no pouting lip or cheek 21011|Is painted in the bright, soft, rose-tinted eye: 21011|But with a face that looks as if she feared 21011|A little cold, the little snowdrop she; 21011|And, when the little sun-bloom fell within, 21011|And he and she had vanished together, 21011|She looked the worst of all the lot of them, 21011|Being, as she believed, a sightless thing. 21011|Yet she would go, if I would not take 21011|Her hand, and let her out: for oft and oft 21011|I'd find her in the darkness in the room, 21011|And wonder what she was, and what she meant. 21011|I could not help but wonder, as the years 21011|Poured on the weary years their hard, heavy rain, 21011|Whether some one had found me out at last, 21011|As other lovers had: I found her out! 21011|I never have been known to turn and give 21011|The hand that was not mine: I never told 21011|Those stories that the world would never hear; 21011|I never sought to win her mind, nor sought 21011|To win it with the ways I used to seek. 21011|I had no little cause to blush and murmur-- 21011|Oh, I was always so near to one! 21011|And when she had forgot herself to-day, 21011|And found her self again in some good man, 21011|I felt an alien, as when you forget 21011|A master in your home, the most elate 21011|I ever felt did come of any grace, 21011|Beyond your own. And then, I could not know 21011|What other days had left her free and fair; 21011|The one dear hand I held so coldly, dear, 21011|Would now be taken for a living fee; 21011|Yet I was happy, and she never knew 21011|The grief, the fear. Her spirit was above 21011|Those days, and that no little while will last, 21011|Even in the world that knows not, nor can bless, 21011|The past. 21011|Yes, we are here together now; 21011|No longer we are separate. 21011|We can look in each other's eyes 21011|And see each other plain. 21011|You look no more emotion, 21011|You speak no less astonishment, 21011|No longer you are frightened; 21011|What have you to say to me, 21011|Now you are with me here? 21011|We are not strangers together-- 21011|We had changed before our parting!-- 21011|And you are here alone. 21011|We have a life of separate ways, 21011|The way which hurts the least; 21011|The way which is the shortest up, 21011|The way which is the longest down, 21011|The way by which the day is worked 21011|Then I had found the home 21011|I had sought so long for by path and by 21011|And all my life's good days were here, 21011|My pleasures, my dreams, my dreams, 21011|To-day not here, but in another sphere. 21011|And here, where I was weary and sick, 21011|To-day was rest, and I have found it here. 21011|I felt the presence of his presence, 21011|As when you saw him face to face, 21011|Your soul in peace and joy would swear: 21011|You do not know, you do not know! 21011|So many years ago: 21011|I still may feel your heart 21011|Turn to me from hours that are gone, 21011|And years that are to be. 21011|The last time we looked together, 21011|I did not see again 21011|The sight of the beautiful land 21011|That gave me life, and you. 21011|You did not see the sunrise, 21011|Or other beauty there, 21011|And the white clouds, and the silver snow, 21011|A thousand thousand miles away. 21011|The only time, you did not see 21011|The first star gleam through the air, 21011|Or ======================================== SAMPLE 8220 ======================================== 24815|For his dear sire, the King of Heav'n, 24815|The King from whom all blessings flow, 24815|And whom he gave the firstling-- 24815|In a land the world has never seen 24815|Is the good Doctor Stowe; 24815|A peerless physician, with great skill 24815|And a most excellent soul. 24815|So to the field of death he came, 24815|By his dear sire he was slain, 24815|Who, his only wish, the world might know 24815|Were gone to his everlasting rest. 24815|The happy day was passed, and a breath 24815|Shone, like the sunshine o'er the wave, 24815|When the dying hound the body bore, 24815|And the doctor's spirit to the shades below. 24815|The doctor's spirit was taken thence, 24815|And he left the earth, and died unknown, 24815|In a land afar beyond the suns, 24815|When his good wife had buried him. 24815|Now, on this fair and pleasant spot, 24815|Where to the south the trees bend low; 24815|Near where the gentle rills and brooks 24815|And little murm'ring brooks and rills, 24815|Doff the rude forest's thorny hedges; 24815|Beneath the shade of the long-spread oaks, 24815|Where the sweet-brier, in summer green, 24815|With its purple flowers, is hung in air, 24815|The doctor lies; 24815|He was an English peer, 24815|A wise old man, 24815|Of knowledge more than celebrated; 24815|An elder well to many a renowned, 24815|Who in years like his own age have been 24815|In history and eloquence famous. 24815|And by his side, in the open air 24815|The patient old man sits as in scorn, 24815|Rejoicing in a warm and gentle heart 24815|Which he has found so happy and dear; 24815|The patient old man, and by his side 24815|The patient hound, are both to him more dear; 24815|For ever they look on him as one 24815|Bestowing charity as his due. 24815|When he comes to the house of death, 24815|And the heart of the dying is heard; 24815|When by the warm and breathing air 24815|The blood so long convulsed and bled, 24815|Is seen once more the struggling breath, 24815|He bears for the living, for the dead 24815|The patient hound; 24815|His eyes brim full of tears and grief, 24815|Nor more he can say; 24815|And for a whole day he sits and weeps, 24815|In the pleasant shade of the old tree-top. 24815|And when the cold winds of repose 24815|Have swept the sighing air, 24815|And all the weary shades of the night 24815|Have to their restings made; 24815|Then at the dawn's approach he comes forth, 24815|And feels the gentle hand 24815|That o'er his dying eyelids slowly sets 24815|And bids him rise. 24815|Oh! how fond is his heart for the hound, 24815|And how blest his soul with the hound; 24815|For the hound is the cure of his age, 24815|And the man, I ween, is well. 24815|It is not a pleasant thing for me to think 24815|That my heart's refreshment will never be repaid; 24815|From the moment that I put my hand in his hand 24815|I never shall more see him, at church or at feast. 24815|I'm very content to be left his sole delight; 24815|It is something that is not at all in the way, 24815|To be left to him just when he puts out his eyes; 24815|It makes me very rueful, and it makes me sad; 24815|And I think I can never be happy again. 24815|For there are all times too much lovers and too few. 24815|You love too much, John, and your feelings are strong, 24815|John, I know, and love too much are we, John; 24815| ======================================== SAMPLE 8230 ======================================== 2130|(It may be) to the sun, 2130|With the light, of his own fire; 2130|As, with a sun-stroke, he was made, 2130|When he came in his own ray. 2130|He said: "Forgive, O King of men! 2130|Forgive, O brother of the South!" 2130|In your eyes, ye did look cold, 2130|And your hand was weak and poor, 2130|When a man's love is but a lance, 2130|When your feet are weak and weak; 2130|The South was strong, but the South 2130|Is not strong enough for me! 2130|The South had his wars no more, 2130|His troubles no more I bear, 2130|When I fear I am too much with you 2130|For my strength or my right, 2130|I would give my blood for you-- 2130|What though you be wrong, I bear it; 2130|The South's a mighty tyrant, 2130|And you must be slave or die! 2130|"I would have slain you, I would have broken your heart, 2130|But you are so lovely, so gentle, and oh, 2130|I had forgotten everything else, and the sight 2130|Of your great brown eyes and your body so fine 2130|Seemed, through all the strife, to melt back to an end. 2130|Ah, the years are but young and the love is so strong 2130|I could do anything and yet could not stay: 2130|I would have died, I would have broken, I would have loved, 2130|But all the love that I had was in you alone! 2130|I would have slain you, I would have broken 2130|But all the strength I had in your body was yours, 2130|You must have lived, give all, get no kiss from me! 2130|"The sun has gone from heaven and the night is near sore: 2130|The stars are one in their glory, and oh, the sky is blue, 2130|My heart is heavy, the earth is green and the sea is sweet, 2130|I cannot sleep, I feel a strange pain in my breast, 2130|A bitter cold shiver runs down my back from my feet to my hat. 2130|But I dream of your hair, I dream of your shape so fair, 2130|I have seen you with men, I have heard you sing my name. 2130|Your eyes, your mouth, your every form are in my dream still. 2130|And I have tasted your life, and the bitter cup it bore. 2130|Ah, but you come not back, the cold stars over the sea 2130|Cannot freeze me when I am changed like you, your dear shape." 2130|"Thou fool! to-night my heart's a furnace, its fire is gone. 2130|To-morrow it will burn, and then must I lie as before: 2130|The sun will shine on my corpse and the wind, and the rain 2130|Upon my head, and a little wind will cry 'Him lie here!' 2130|And I shall sleep the weary nights and weep until the morn." 2130|"The night is black with snow." 2130|Then, a little glancing over his shoulder, 2130|Stood he, a bold, young man. 2130|He looked upon her with a look of pity, 2130|But spoke not to her, but held his gun, 2130|And fired a glance that pierced the night, 2130|And she laughed lightly out among men, 2130|And cried, "The night is black with snow!" 2130|The last words his lips that he loved so well 2130|He lifted from his gun and breathed in her face, 2130|As he said, "Be cheerful now, my wife, 2130|I shall not see you again for ever: 2130|The sun is bright, the stars are clear in heaven, 2130|And life goes forth among the living things. 2130|And it is dark in my body and soul, 2130|When I look on you, when I see you, 2130|And see you stand in your old beauty so fair, 2130|With hair that flows in the wind and stream, 2130|With eyes that melt in my soul to the very soul 2130| ======================================== SAMPLE 8240 ======================================== 29357|An' you must let me know! 29357|My name's Annie Hollanan, 29357|I'm a pretty little maid; 29357|I don't know much of rhyme, 29357|But 'twill sound well on yer mind 29357|To make a pretty picture. 29357|I'm a shy, pretty maid; 29357|I don't say nay to toys; 29357|I'd a dozen, maybe more, 29357|In my house, the things you see; 29357|But I will wait and keep my smile, 29357|For some day it'll be a boy. 29357|My name's Mary Hollanan, 29357|I'm a nice little maid; 29357|I'd name you twenty just for shame, 29357|If I wanted just five: 29357|But sometimes when I'm in a mood, 29357|I like to hang about, 29357|And sing a simple song, and sing it 29357|So loudly, and pretty, and free, 29357|That, if I only sing my song 29357|While the things just above me lie, 29357|Who now, alas! are shadows! 29357|My heart it really will go 29357|To the little boy or girl 29357|Who's in my arms when the dear little one sleeps. 29357|For when he's wakened my pretty dolly is at my heart, 29357|And when she wakens will see me at her window there; 29357|And she always smiles--she is the prettiest dolly, you see; 29357|Her face is like diamonds, her eyes like beaming sunshine, 29357|But ah! that pretty smile when she's sleeping is cold. 29357|My little Mary Hollanan is my baby; 29357|But the baby's God's adorable little Miss, 29357|And I think when I kiss Him, that baby, I'll think 29357|Of Him a beautiful good-bye and a good-day to'think. 29357|Then good-byes, fair sweet Miss, you may kiss 29357|In your little little little boudoir where 29357|You may be a picture, and I may be a drawing; 29357|You may think of sweet Mary, and I think of dear Anne; 29357|Or of Mary's bonny little bird, to me it sings; 29357|Or I paint her, and you may see it by its feathers 29357|In the meadow, I'll say. 29357|O'er my head in the brier 29357|Waving the brier, 29357|Waving the brier, 29357|Waving the brier, 29357|My little finger-nails, 29357|In a bundle, 29357|Bundle, bundle, 29357|Bundle my curls! 29357|Bundle up my curls! 29357|I'll sing you a song to keep you young, O my pretty little maid! 29357|O all dressed up in a little white petticoat, with a red heart inside; 29357|"O deary me! dore't you see? my baby is on the way, as I hear_. 29357|O little white parterre, what will you do for the day? 29357|I will bake you some kettles, and I will do other lovely things. 29357|You'll be so naughty, the little cake will only go to eat, 29357|And you'll eat it as naughty as little boys do every day. 29357|O look at him, little parterre, what a pretty looking! 29357|His little hands are always folded in a little kirtle-band; 29357|His little feet is on the counter, so shiny and neat with glee, 29357|O look at him, little parterre, he is very little in the dust. 29357|He'd like to be a soldier, that's very plain and as brave as he. 29357|He'd like to be a cook, I'll be bound! his little mouth is to kiss. 29357|We wish him a biscuit and a slice of the loaf, the best we can see. 29357|And we'll give her a feather as a token of our kind sentiments. 29357|And so happy as he's grow, 29357|And so wise as he's grown, 29357|The world's a laughing thing, ======================================== SAMPLE 8250 ======================================== 3295|From the palace's hall, that in the sun-ruddy rays, 3295|And in the silence of the still midsummer night, 3295|Shines on the palace walls, I saw a youth there stand, 3295|With eyes of deep and loving ardor that shone, 3295|Wherein were burning, for the love and truth of him. 3295|And with joyous words his hand he lifted, and said: 3295|"Sweet son, O hale and hearty one! thy voice I hear, 3295|Whose voice my soul and spirit filled with gladness ev'n 3295|As when of long-lost youth I heard it once, 3295|When first I knew how love had filled my heart. 3295|Thou'rt well--there's the cause of it; but who shall name 3295|What thing hath brought thee forth, nor with what eye survey 3295|The face of aught that thou hast seen? 3295|Not aught of thee, thy voice nor speech, but all, 3295|Is the reason of my heart, but now, behold, 3295|I find the fault and blight of everything. 3295|What shall I care to call the fault? In him 3295|I can look in all the faces of the earth, 3295|And find one who hath done him wrong aforetime 3295|No matter how, no matter in what hour, 3295|Nor in what way. There is a time and place 3295|When a man may shine like thine, or he may shine, 3295|And look like thine--or live and die no less. 3295|But now I see how all things fade and die 3295|In their own beauty, by their very power. 3295|And thou art gone! who art left to be my life, 3295|And I am left, like all who live and die, 3295|To cry the world no less a man's duty, 3295|If I see the good in thee, not the bad, 3295|Or in thy death, call it sin, which is its due; 3295|And to the world my curse upon it bear, 3295|And say, "I give thee but love, O man! 3295|I give thee but life, O man, thou brute!" 3295|Therefore mine eyes were blinded with my tears 3295|To find thee, yea, the world alone may find, 3295|Yea, the world's love, thou whom I love not yet, 3295|I whose eyes love not, in thee, alas, hast found." 3295|But she: "Thy curse on it, thou woe! 3295|And woe on thee, thou woe! But not alone, 3295|But in thine own eyes that have beheld 3295|What death and I, alas, might love thee so, 3295|Nor know thine own soul what death hath made. 3295|Not only because I loved, the while, 3295|In the thought that thou wert beautiful, 3295|And loved thyself that thou wert the cause 3295|Of thy love, my heart's delight, my wife. 3295|But because of all my joy and sorrow, 3295|All that to me thy love hath given, 3295|That I of thee wert more than life, more than death." 3295|"Thy curse, my lady, on it be--if death 3295|Will take me hence, and leave thee in the grave! 3295|O, come, thou soul to whom I could not cling, 3295|O, come, thou body, that I loved, to thee! 3295|For thy face looks over my death, I know, 3295|It is more than thou to me, though thou art dead. 3295|Yet, though thou be dead, I'll watch my life 3295|And love thee truly in my last farewell. 3295|Take not away, take not from me those days 3295|Of joy and life, nor the bright days of thee, 3295|Those days I lived, those days of laughter, lies,-- 3295|I'll watch thee in thy shroud when Death's great dawn, 3295|And smile to think how I will wake in thee." 3295|From that day forth a shadow lay upon 3295|All love, which only then had life, and sense. 3295|The shadow ======================================== SAMPLE 8260 ======================================== 1568|What though I say 'I, too'? 1568|Thou wert wise to sit and wait, 1568|When the storm of life was high; 1568|To gaze on the bright stars and feel 1568|The earth expand as she grew 1568|More mighty than the sea; 1568|In a calm of love, like the sea, 1568|When the tempest and the rain 1568|Were hushedly at the base of life, 1568|And the sky was calm and bare 1568|Of all that is unsaid; 1568|For thou couldst, with the sun's strong heat, 1568|And still see thy woman's breast, 1568|And, with her eyes, his golden soul; 1568|Then, too, with the eyes of me 1568|From which I learnt love's secret; 1568|With the sweet witchery of her smile, 1568|Like the light of summer night, 1568|And, with her soul, with the soul of her, 1568|That watched o'er her from the grave; 1568|With the soul in her lovely eyes, 1568|Like the angelic light 1568|That watches on the angels when they climb 1568|The Heaven of God in the skies; 1568|Though I, at once, must ask for bread 1568|For thy soul whose body is the star 1568|Of the soul's night over thy head, 1568|Whose body is a star. 1568|Or, say, if thou shalt seek at last 1568|A golden wife to take thee home, 1568|To keep one golden flame alight; 1568|And, like a butterfly, she blow 1568|A kiss to thy soul and thine; 1568|Thy soul has caught the taste of bliss 1568|And flies on wing and takes thee home. 1568|What if, at last, in the hour of bliss, 1568|A gold-girdled wife shall be thy guest, 1568|And thou thy wife, like a bird a-singing 1568|O'er the joyous world where things are blowing? 1568|What if, when the evening comes, and thou 1568|Laughest at a golden marriage-feast, 1568|Though the heart be a gold-girdle to thy 1568|Ears, and thy soul a gold-girdle to the 1568|Lovers, and thy bride a golden bride, 1568|Thou shalt hear afar the songs of a star 1568|That is listening for thy coming, singing a song, 1568|That all the worlds shall hear? . . . 1568|Or, what if the bride-bird that is laying 1568|His wings on the star of his marriage-feast 1568|For thee, though he know, in the heaven above, 1568|That they are a-tingle for ever and ever, 1568|Shall flutter his wings, and die to-night 1568|In a golden grave, with nought between? . . . 1568|The world is wide, and God's own thoughts are good, 1568|And thy wife is a golden star, I trow, 1568|To shine in the hearts of God's own thoughts, 1568|And waft thee from His thoughts to the skies. 1568|I would be fair and sweet, my love, 1568|But to-day is like a flower - 1568|Tempting the heart, and smiling dust - 1568|A rose-red garment to wear. 1568|Oh, bright my soul is as a flower, 1568|And dark as a rose-red veil! 1568|It shines and blushes on me, and yet 1568|I would be bare and dark at night. 1568|To-night is the night of my desire - 1568|I am so weary of to-day, 1568|I dare not look within the dark 1568|As I sit by the burn-side bawling. 1568|I see the moon rise from the dew, 1568|And hear the quick music of her breath; 1568|The sun beats on the hill, as I - 1568|A naked, sun-tanned, wind-disheveled rag - 1568|Feverishly am forced to wait. 1568|My heart is weary--stagnant ======================================== SAMPLE 8270 ======================================== 8672|Whose very love she shared 8672|When she had been his bride; 8672|And what a joy 'twas then 8672|To sit by his white hearse 8672|And hear the words he said 8672|Before its wheels were out, 8672|And look his winking eye, 8672|As he took leave and went away. 8672|They said 'twas very nice 8672|The morning her husband returned. 8672|What a jolly life, how gay! 8672|How quickly life could well pass away! 8672|Whither would you roam that day? 8672|For he went where you could go, 8672|And the children and the wife were gone; 8672|And I can only think 'twas the fault, 8672|If it weren't for the old gray man. 8672|When the sun shines most clear, 8672|When the air is fresh and calm, 8672|And the rosemary bush is gay, 8672|When the children are at play, 8672|When they'd leave their toys and play, 8672|Take them, and come with me, 8672|We will learn to play together. 8672|When our cottage door is wide, 8672|When the summer moon is low, 8672|Children play round us, three, 8672|Children, now they love us well, 8672|We will be as good as good can be. 8672|Children's fancies, childish wise, 8672|How we all forget and play 8672|When the sun shines bright and gay, 8672|And they never are sure of light. 8672|Happy hearts, and happy words, 8672|Children love to hear and speak, 8672|Happy hours, and happy words, 8672|Children all have been found true. 8672|Happy words and happy toys, 8672|Happy play and happy hours, 8672|Happy here, and happy there, 8672|Where we always were and are. 8672|And every day at early dawn 8672|A child at our window goes, 8672|But the sun shines out now as well, 8672|And the grass grows green along the way. 8672|Happy words and happy toys, 8672|And the dear new-married bells 8672|That ring from day to day, my dear, 8672|And all the girls and all the boys. 8672|To their play and to their sleep 8672|Little Mary goes, 8672|While we sit in the sun and sing 8672|Happy words and happy toys. 8672|In the wood that grows by the stream and 8672|Where the hawthorn bloweth, and thistle hearts 8672|Shine with sun-dried dew, 8672|Little Mary is lying alone 8672|There by the hawthorn tree. 8672|And her brother is gone hunting, 8672|Singing in the bramble hood, 8672|Thistle flowers and hearts of clovers 8672|Are the light of her eyes. 8672|Happy hours, with smiles and music, 8672|Thistle play and flowers in grass, 8672|And the hawthorn tree, that bloometh 8672|Happy words and happy toys. 8672|She toilth still, though the sheaf is lengthened: 8672|The sheaves of old time grow 8672|And the sheaf of future years 8672|Grow long as they be fruitful: 8672|And the hawthorn tree is full growing 8672|Of a world for her soul. 8672|Happy hours, with songs and laughter, 8672|Life grows long for her, 8672|And our days are all full of pleasure 8672|And full of bright things. 8672|Then she thinks awhile that she art old, 8672|And her days are all full of joy and peace, 8672|And the years roll slow, 8672|While the hawthorn tree grows long on high 8672|With many hours of light. 8672|She toilth still, and we pray for her strength 8672|To stand up to to-morrow's task,-- 8672|To-morrow's joy or grief,--her youth or age, 8672|Of to-day or to-morrow's earth. 8672|The to-day is all ======================================== SAMPLE 8280 ======================================== 2130|The day of judgment atoned shall be, 2130|And we shall see with justice the whole 2130|Duty of sons to their great fathers done; 2130|For 'tis the custom, as it ought to be, 2130|To hold them close to their native land 2130|Whereby in vain they might be taught to boast. 2130|The last and most grateful sacrifice 2130|Is, that from such a heritage they may 2130|By a stout faith to stand by their king, 2130|But a rock-born defiance against all! 2130|I am resolved, and I must do 2130|As they would have me do 2130|In a very manly way 2130|When I reach the land they love." 2130|Thus he spake, and bared the sword 2130|Down upon a horse's back. 2130|"There was a great and mighty king 2130|Possess his country's name; 2130|The people all obey his word 2130|And give his name the thanks 2130|And he is lord of war whereof 2130|"He is called by names of fear 2130|"But the men obey his word, 2130|For we have heard the tidings 2130|That he goes about 2130|With the thundering hound and the hound 2130|Of the Lion's foot: 2130|"I am sure he is come to woo, 2130|And I will do my best 2130|To make him come indeed, with sword 2130|And with horse's hoof and shoe. 2130|"We give him our lives to save, 2130|And our lives, our husbands' lives, 2130|So he may wed the maiden fair 2130|That is so very dear! 2130|"If I be beaten by the king, 2130|With a worse fate I shall not care! 2130|In my breast I shall not pine, 2130|As many do in Spain, 2130|But I shall wear a crown of stars 2130|On my brow, and a golden chain 2130|To tie round my throat! 2130|"If I be slain by my king, 2130|I am sure we have not killed well: 2130|I shall not care if I die 2130|There or in Germany, 2130|For I shall wear a coronet 2130|For my crown of golden hair, 2130|I should not care a hair!" 2130|So he spoke, and he gave way, 2130|So the man spoke to the man! 2130|But they heard no more, for it was 2130|So the king's words were said; 2130|So they kissed him, and he gored 2130|His head and gored his breast, 2130|And he bore away the crown 2130|Of his golden hair; 2130|But the golden hairs grew white, 2130|And they fell from his head below, 2130|Like the snow-flakes in the sun, 2130|And the gold was gone. 2130|But the King spoke to the King, 2130|And the King commanded him 2130|To bring thence the head of that knight 2130|Whose death the tale reveals. 2130|"O God most just, most merciful, 2130|And King of all the human race! 2130|Here is the body of his head; 2130|Let all things take the shape 2130|That the tale shall be fulfilled." 2130|The next day at twilight the King 2130|Took from his high-roofed tent 2130|The dead man's head, and bore thereof 2130|The shroud, his crown, his coronet. 2130|Then the body to the morn arose, 2130|And the mourners laid before the tomb 2130|The fair-girdled leaves that crowned his hair. 2130|"God's day has come, and night is here! 2130|The time has come when we must die! 2130|We give our lives, we give our all, 2130|And God hath crowned our souls with pain." 2130|Then they knelt before the tomb, and prayed 2130|To the Lord, "Thou that stilleth Thee, 2130|Let us forget thy sorrow, thy pains, 2130|His mighty ======================================== SAMPLE 8290 ======================================== 1229|And I was very tired and very sick; 1229|I lay upon my back, and heard the rain 1229|Drop, drops, drops upon the window pane. 1229|In the middle of the night I awoke, 1229|And found myself in my room with fears; 1229|I did not know if I was dreaming, 1229|And when I looked around a misty cloud 1229|Crept out of the window; then,--there was mine. 1229|A minute's peace, ere I slept; I woke to think, 1229|And found myself awake in the morning; 1229|And suddenly I found myself awake, 1229|And all alone in the chamber with a clock. 1229|It seemed a strange and splendid clock, with bright hands, 1229|And hands of gold, and little feet of pearl, 1229|And hands of blue and hands of turquoise-shell 1229|In the midst of them, and in the center pearl-cored, 1229|And hands of amber all round. I looked at Tom. 1229|And he said, "The clocks in Paris sometimes chime 1229|But never in the country like that in France. 1229|I scarcely know the words to praise them overmuch. 1229|They seem more like gods than human beings; they 1229|Make the stars shine, and the clocks in Paris chime 1229|Just as they chime in the West. There was a time 1229|When my life was a single moment like a river 1229|Laying its foundations and a flood shall rise, 1229|And there shall flow forever, but no deeper in 1229|The earth than this, though it be the last and wide; 1229|For the river is a thing that leaps up out 1229|Into the sky and fills the heaven with light. 1229|And so I am, though I have lost all feeling 1229|And no more strength than a little fish with wings 1229|Struggles up to the wave. And so I am. Yet, 1229|Though I am nothing now, yet I am not forsaken. 1229|I may be a thing of beauty which was a man, 1229|But which is now a thing of sorrow of heart 1229|Who was a friend to men, and now a foe. And if 1229|We call this sorrow, this forsaking, a thing 1229|Of art and prophecy, and none other knowing 1229|Than how the clock in the window chimes, forsaking 1229|The world of art and the world of reason, 1229|As well may be compared to a sea that falls 1229|Into the sea that forms underneath it. There 1229|Is the sea, and on the sea its waves are rolled. 1229|There is the sea where all things have their birth, 1229|There is the sea of all things, and there falls the dew; 1229|And this is the sea as of the whole world. 1229|And there is the sea of dreams, and there the sea 1229|Of all dreams and sleep and death, and there is the sea 1229|Of man's soul, and there are the many springs 1229|That range from one shore to the other. And now 1229|I am the sea as of a new sea of waves, 1229|And the storm as of a sea of storm, and man 1229|As one who cannot know the sea of storms 1229|With all the heart of a child. So I am forsaken." 1229|So we sank the clock -- "Tom," said she, "my name's 1229|Nanci, and I am a little housekeeper; 1229|In another life I used to fill with books, 1229|But now I am a housekeeper in this, 1229|And so I'm gone to pay my duties. If 1229|One were to look back to when I was still 1229|Lying on the shelf that faces me, one would 1229|Not see any face like that, not Nanci at all -- 1229|Excepting only Sally Mann, and then 1229|She was my wife, and now I am the wife 1229|Of Mr. Smith, and Mr. Smith is Mr. Mann -- 1229|The one and only Tom Mann; and I'm the same 1229|As ever I want to ======================================== SAMPLE 8300 ======================================== 16452|Proudly in manly manly array. 16452|As when two hosts of bolder foes 16452|In battle met, and first in force 16452|Their host, the victor champion o'er them 16452|Opposed, or to the battle-tribe, 16452|Where fierce in arms the heroes fight, 16452|A third at their side appear'd not long 16452|The thronging hosts that at his approach, 16452|Held high the shields of Mars and Jove; 16452|The sons of the Olympian summit, 16452|And those of fruitful Lycia far remote, 16452|And those who dwell where Celaenus' heights 16452|Span their far-extending dales, abound 16452|In all the various arts that charm the ear. 16452|But now from out his hollow shield, 16452|Idomeneus, full in sight, the son 16452|Of Telamon clew'd him, from his side 16452|Bending also. He, thus armed, with eyes 16452|All agog, stood ready prepared 16452|To make the conquest; for no less 16452|He fear'd to take the prize, than if himself 16452|Had won it, and in glorious triumph had 16452|Stained with his spear-wounds his father's arms, 16452|And thus with boldness he incited him. 16452|Ye sons of this Atlantean rock, 16452|And, Gods, ye deities, who dwell around 16452|In your own seats, your arms ye now may give; 16452|But if ye want the ample brood, 16452|And want them more than human kind, 16452|Take all your brood from off all the earth; 16452|Yet let them not be wasted; from his shield 16452|The Thunderer yields the lion's prey, 16452|Not alone, but at the call of Jove, 16452|And all for whom his golden tongue 16452|His wonted office, to all belong 16452|His subjects' pleasure in the birth of sons; 16452|So when with gifts the Thunderer has spilt 16452|And made his gifts, we shall in arms advance 16452|The bravest and the strongest of the Greeks. 16452|Then Phoebus, whose aegis swept the skies, 16452|And bright Aurora's bow her arrows held, 16452|With rapid step advanced. From every side 16452|His ample flank extended to the field, 16452|His ample front he clasp'd, with arms outspread. 16452|Then Mars, in manly costume, first he view'd, 16452|With his bright beak his hands before him cast, 16452|And him the radiant god embraced, and said, 16452|Hear, Neptune, for I am thy mighty mate, 16452|And for thyself an equal share of bliss, 16452|A gallant infant to my bosom borne. 16452|Jove made him answer; but the God, in form 16452|A monstrous lion, with his brazen fangs 16452|All blacken'd and white, a lion of a might 16452|He assumed, full strong in battle-fields. 16452|And now, with eager pace, the monarch came 16452|Now on the left, and now on the right, 16452|And now, when at the ships his sable steeds 16452|Were well-nigh spent, and he had reach'd the fleet, 16452|At once, with his dark-tress son he stood 16452|With both his hands outspread, and thus began. 16452|My noble sons, and well-loved Phoebus, hear! 16452|The god, in human shape, of whom ye seek 16452|Him, now, on yonder hilltop stands revealed, 16452|And will to-morrow, to the utmost line 16452|That surrounds the host of Troy, himself 16452|Of all you now behold, the first in arms 16452|And bravest of his race, avenge and save 16452|Thy father's wrongs, nor leave him in his fall. 16452|In you I pledge my faith, and in my heart 16452|I feel my courage, all my hope I feel, 16452|That if we in the hour of danger fail, 16452|A son of mine will ======================================== SAMPLE 8310 ======================================== 11351|From old-world legends, 11351|As though he'd forgotten 11351|The wondrous story 11351|The tale of the Mermaid Inn 11351|When, like a fairy, 11351|The Mermaid came 11351|To a castle deep and fair 11351|In the sea-fog. 11351|She looked a ghost, 11351|As she gazed down the long, long street: 11351|"What am I but some elemental change 11351|Born to this lonely city here?" she said. 11351|"Am I the ghost of the wind and wave 11351|That once, in some fairy dream, was dry 11351|And free, unswayed?" she asked. 11351|Then she smiled at the long street's load of grief 11351|And sorrow, and smiled at me, and sighed: 11351|"What am I but a strange new sea, 11351|Made free from ocean's strife?" 11351|"O, what," she said, 11351|As she kissed me on the eyes and hair, 11351|"It is not fear that has made you come 11351|So far, away, to live in my heart?" 11351|"Not fear that has made me come, at all." 11351|So I turned and went in, and all the while 11351|I heard old voices whispering near: 11351|"O, what is all this wind, so still 11351|And bright, and light, and sweet?" 11351|The wind that, years ago, 11351|Went whistling up the land 11351|From out the sea it was; 11351|And, by the light it brought to me 11351|From out the sea, a face I knew,-- 11351|A face I knew,--a face I knew,-- 11351|A face I knew, a face I knew,-- 11351|A face I knew, a face I knew. 11351|The clouds were thick and dark; 11351|Above, below, all was dark 11351|And shrouded in the dark. 11351|The wind was whistling up the land, 11351|And whistling, down the street, 11351|All in the night. 11351|As if the city's heart 11351|Were crying out for something to save, 11351|The little windows were open wide, 11351|And all the other windows rose, 11351|Rounding the door with their blue glints of light, 11351|And breaking the silence, and the sound 11351|That choked those still, deserted rooms. 11351|"O my love, my little love," she softly said, 11351|"Thou art gone like the shadows in a glass. 11351|The clouds are thick and dark." 11351|And then with a sob, 11351|Her tiny hand on his tiny one hand, 11351|Her lips quivering,-- 11351|She sobbed sadly, sobbed greatly, 11351|Then turned away: a tear, a sobbing tear, 11351|Rained from her eyes, and fell upon the carpet; 11351|The little shadows came and sat with folded hearts, 11351|Striving in vain toward her memory: the wind 11351|Blows everywhere, and the wind is strong. 11351|I saw thee last 11351|In the morning,--thou my tiny love,-- 11351|A lovely little shadow 11351|Floating in the sunlight over her, 11351|Where she lies hid and warm. 11351|I knew thee first, 11351|In the afternoon,--thou my sunshine,-- 11351|A shining bird with many a blush 11351|Upwafting thee from morning 11351|To the sunsets of June. 11351|I knew thee last, 11351|In the evening,--thou my shadow,-- 11351|A lovely, wandering shadow 11351|In the twilight, wandering. 11351|Thou art gone, 11351|And I am alone, 11351|O sun, in the summer twilight! 11351|On the hill-side, in the forest, 11351|I saw thy shadow shining 11351|By the lake when the wind-flower 11351|In flower-time blossomed. 11351|I know thee now: 11351|In the morning at noon 11351|I saw thy shadow floating ======================================== SAMPLE 8320 ======================================== 8187|And, if she's to go on, in her pride she'll 8187|Go full whiter than the morning. 8187|But you, dear one, I must be gone. 8187|And, ere I go, I'm sure some day, 8187|When we're seated, you'll be forgetting 8187|This is no such _grandeur_ as she is! 8187|Oh, dear, I feel it all over, and I 8187|Have suffered more than you can conceive; 8187|To leave thee now would give me pain too, 8187|Like the last drop that's left of summer spray. 8187|Yet take my blessing as my last farewell: 8187|A change like this, dear heart, 'twill surely prove. 8187|Thy name hath ne'er a meaning, when I see 8187|How pure and perfect is thy happiness: 8187|Tho' proud to think I owe thee such a debt; 8187|As proud as proud, to let thee live at will 8187|And think of thee and this poor heart of mine. 8187|In this thy lot I cannot tell the range 8187|By which thy happiness is to be moved. 8187|How proud it must be to know thou _would_, 8187|Would live and think of thee _would_! then come-- 8187|My sweetheart, come! she was most perfect, too-- 8187|She lived and loved and gave herself to me, 8187|And now, my love, she's all the world to me! 8187|In vain I strive to shut the opening door 8187|That leads to her unfathomed paradise, 8187|And wait till she should take her last farewell 8187|And leave me heartless, longing, in the tomb. 8187|Oh, had I, like the proud moon, a star 8187|That she might bend from heaven to shed 8187|Her light on all my gloom, while I were sleeping; 8187|A star of love in heaven, I should shine 8187|Like her upon thy dear and loveless love-- 8187|Oh! then that light, so pure and crystal-clear, 8187|Might wipe the dark from all the doom-born minds 8187|That wander here, like me, by night and day, 8187|And make the dark once more their own heaven here. 8187|And once again all nature should awake 8187|And see her true beauty in the face of men; 8187|For, since she _was_, they _were_--as pure and tender 8187|As that moon o'er the sea which shines so bright. 8187|As purer shone the sea-born moon around 8187|Than had my dark-eyed maid, so brighter shone 8187|Her bosom, than her smile that shone so clear 8187|On all that round her lay, who, if heaven's light 8187|Had blotted out, still shone as bright above. 8187|"She was kind and kind is she, dear love, 8187|And so kind that you could have loved her more 8187|Than heaven had meant you for. 8187|"She's as free as any who dares live 8187|In this wild world, and if you could have told 8187|The whole story, would it have been less dread? 8187|No! no! it needs not be told! so still 8187|Her freedom, as so free, she is, she's _my_, 8187|While, for what is yours, I think, is mine own. 8187|"When you went from home we could not tell 8187|The reason whence you came--your ship was wrecked 8187|Or else, in wantonness, you spoiled it at sea. 8187|Or else by storm, of which we are unaware, 8187|And which, in our own heart's depths, has made you ill, 8187|Made you, in the night, not yet remember'd lay, 8187|But drowning all but love's pure passion there, 8187|To murmur on, and murmur in a moan. 8187|So you have gone; but we, if we but knew 8187|What you are, and how deeply love hath found 8187|Its furrowed brows where it hath first been shed, 8187|And how the long and laborious day 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 8330 ======================================== 28375|For 'tis our right, the which God has not forsaken, 28375|To look on death and look on heaven; 28375|Nor do I doubt He fears not this, who gives 28375|Thee, earth, a name, which thunders in thy scorn. 28375|The day is dying, and the way of rest 28375|Is rough, and soon must come thy wish; 28375|O tell thy face! do not this hour ask, 28375|Nor in thy present woes complain. 28375|Thou art my man, where'er I go, 28375|My joy, my life, my praise, my all. 28375|O let my friend, who in my soul doth dwell, 28375|Gently, with a gentle loving smile, 28375|Gently, thy short absence take, 28375|And visit me at this season's hour. 28375|When, thou whose life is bright, 28375|Death is a stranger in mine, 28375|A far, a strange, a stranger shade. 28375|Then let me, when thy soul 28375|Ascends to the realm of rest, 28375|See thee without a frown 28375|Go floating down the skies: 28375|And if an angel's wing 28375|Be in thine ear--then thou'rt welcome then. 28375|I am thy friend; and, when I love, 28375|When my soul runs to meet thy view, 28375|That love, which life's warm waves hath made 28375|To glide in silver bands about, 28375|I am thy friend, then kiss the sky, &c. 28375|I am thy friend, then kiss the sky, &c. 28375|When I at thy sweet smile glance-- 28375|When to thy dear face mine eyes I turn-- 28375|I love am with that fond fond thirst, 28375|Which, when they see a living flower, 28375|Makes them in love adore the bower. 28375|With that fond thirst I love am, &c. 28375|When thou hast so much on earth to bring, 28375|Then let thy spirit wander free; 28375|Like a little water in spring's lap, 28375|Let me this wealth of kindness lend. 28375|When thou art too much with me, then kiss 28375|Thy bosom's end in my own; 28375|For then we leave our sorrows here, 28375|And all our griefs go out--which leaves us both. 28375|This will not move us then to move, 28375|I then am glad, and thou--alas!--sad. 28375|Alas! while life is yet 28375|Made up of hope and fear, 28375|What is there that can give Death 28375|His death for better or for worse? 28375|But Death's the one thing most in fashion, 28375|That, by most, he is most welcome; 28375|As the sun doth most parch the dark, 28375|Thou, too, dost with his fiery breath; 28375|When by fire or cold--I mean 28375|When thou dost burn, or when thou cool'st,-- 28375|Thou art to whom we most may name; 28375|Thus 'tis with men; Death's the one thing most in fashion. 28375|Thou, who art thyself so kind, 28375|Waking or sleeping, keep 28375|Things that are best in thy soul. 28375|Haste to the world's head, and then 28375|Come, let thy soul with haste 28375|Go forth, and seek all things there! 28375|Let this world's trouble be! 28375|Thou art the head of a kingdom-- 28375|Thou the head of a state-- 28375|Thou art the head of a nation, 28375|Thou art the head of the world! 28375|When thou art gone, 28375|When thy soul returns 28375|To thy body and to itself, 28375|Dull will be the whole world! 28375|In this world, where such things be, 28375|What dost thou to us? 28375|When I go hence and leave thee 28375|I shall wish to come again, 28375|To thy self, and love thee most; 28375 ======================================== SAMPLE 8340 ======================================== 29345|Some are left behind to wander here and there 29345|And sometimes lie dead at the feet of the world. 29345|And some are gathered there by a careless head 29345|And left to weep, alone. 29345|And some are gathered there 29345|By the first cold snow, or one shall feel 29345|Some other cold as sudden as the first, 29345|If the first should die away at the first, 29345|And the first come to a quiet way. 29345|Then the last few leaves 29345|Are burned into ashes, and they stand 29345|Like the dead spirits of the world of old, 29345|With no living ghosts behind them to shake 29345|Our lives with fear, or cast us back at last 29345|To the old, old things, and no fresh joy to lend. 29345|You will know what I mean. 29345|You will know what I mean, 29345|When my voice comes on, and when I go, 29345|And you find your own heart broken by the years. 29345|You will know the sadness of the way these words 29345|Were spoken by a father's love in his child's eyes, 29345|When the mother heard the voice of the dead 29345|And knew there was no father in the place 29345|Where she had made her boast, and the first tear 29345|Flowed from her eyes and the last laugh laughed out. 29345|The mother had no doubt, at least to her life, 29345|That the child was hers, and all she had missed-- 29345|The world's strange wonder,--was her child. 29345|"You will know?" we hear each other. 29345|It is so long ago. 29345|And the first is a garden where the rose-red 29345|And the last is the blue-green of the sky. 29345|In the garden, as in dreams, she lies alone, 29345|With stars about her like a mantle wrapped 29345|From the head to the feet with a golden ruff 29345|And a silken scarf that the moonlight streams 29345|Over. 29345|And we talk and we talk in the garden of dreams, 29345|As we walk in the twilight by the way. 29345|You will know what I mean. 29345|You will know what I mean, in the end, when you come 29345|Home through the moonlight and find the old house 29345|Standing in the moonlight. It seems so strange 29345|That they could have foretold it, and we have 29345|Been waiting too long,--we have lived and dreamed-- 29345|This years and years ago,--that night in the hall. 29345|When the sun was low and the stars were shining, 29345|I asked, "Who is she that wears the shining?" 29345|Your voice made the words float, 29345|And then the answer came, 29345|"The girl I loved in the years gone by." 29345|The little man with the red nose 29345|And the green eyes and the curly hair 29345|And the wistful face was only the same 29345|As ever since that summer day. 29345|There was grief on his brow and shame 29345|On his lips as he said, "You must go. 29345|I give you rest here in the house. 29345|We can talk of the things that were." 29345|"Now that must not be," said the little man. 29345|"I am afraid," said the little man, 29345|"The little boy lies in the garden now." 29345|"Oh," said the little man with the red nose, 29345|"I wish I could understand you. Do 29345|You ever wonder that my eyes are wet, 29345|And my face red because I am lonely 29345|And look at me without a smile on it?" 29345|"It's all right," said the little man with the green eyes. 29345|"I thought it was very nice to see 29345|All the new faces that once you called friends." 29345|Then they talked about the old days again, 29345|And that boy was all of the old,-- 29345|A little child in red and green, 29345|A little child with hands and hair. 29345|And the little man with the red ======================================== SAMPLE 8350 ======================================== 941|Like a dream I'm dreaming in a dream 941|And, oh! I hate the place. 941|I hate the place I grew there, of course, 941|In the land where the sea is blue and golden, 941|Where the waters roll and the sand is gray and gold, 941|Where are homes of the white man and the Indian maid. 941|In the land of the sea and the sea-birds strong, 941|Where are the homes of the white man and the Indian maid? 941|I know not a home of earth 941|My heart hath ever seen 941|That holds a wife of such pure soul 941|And manhood unconfined. 941|I have found no place so gay 941|As New Orleans where the land 941|Is the center of the world around. 941|The sun has come to rest here in the bay, 941|The blue sea's soundless calm, 941|The white and purple waves, 941|And the moon above the hill 941|And the surf on the pebbly strand. 941|And, oh! the silence falls 941|In the bay so quiet and sweet 941|That half love has passed away, 941|And half love returns. 941|What though my heart hath longed 941|To leave the white sands of the bay 941|For the white homes below! 941|The night comes with many dreams 941|From cities far and near. 941|The city in which I live, 941|The hearts of thousands there, 941|Are hard and cold, but softer yet 941|Than the sea-ways low. 941|But when I hear the beating heart 941|Of the winds on the sea, 941|Or hear them stir against my side 941|The words that my true love did not say, 941|I lie in my bed and cry. 941|Like a star in the sky 941|The white wings sweep me by, 941|Like a mist in the storm 941|The sea is my bed. 941|I have been to New Orleans, 941|The land of the sea, 941|And in my heart I've said 941|These words of love and pain: 941|The white of the sea 941|Is the sky of love. 941|My love is fair and young, 941|I am told there is 941|A place where love is born, 941|Where the sea and sky meet. 941|I have been to New Orleans, 941|The land of the sea, 941|And in my heart I've thought 941|These words of love and fear: 941|The white of the sea 941|Is the sky of death. 941|My love is old and strong, 941|I know the way 941|That his soul hath chosen; 941|I have been to New Orleans, 941|The land of the sea, 941|And the heart in my breast 941|Will follow him always. 941|O sea of enchantment, 941|O wind thy kisses 941|Against my brows, 941|I love thee with a love 941|That never changes. 941|For I've been to New Orleans 941|To see the white sails 941|And hear the waves 941|Singing over the bay. 941|The sea is blue and still; 941|A dream came to me 941|And I've been to New Orleans. 941|I love my love, 941|But I hate 941|My love's pain; 941|She is white and small 941|And all beautiful; 941|I've seen her smile, 941|And she's my dear, 941|And she's my queen. 941|I know that she's a queen, 941|But my love is queen, 941|And so is I, 941|As well as you; 941|And the moon and stars 941|Are there in my love, 941|But the ocean-wind 941|Is the queen and I. 941|My heart's a king, 941|My heart's a queen, 941|My heart is ======================================== SAMPLE 8360 ======================================== 1365|And when she spoke the tears came to her eyes, 1365|She wept and murmured, "O my sister dear, 1365|I know not if this man or this I know, 1365|I heard you only speaking of the man, 1365|But where have you been and who have you been? 1365|O, I am all alone, O, my body dark, 1365|I am the father of a dying child." 1365|"How can I tell my daughter of her lover, 1365|Or of whom this is told? Is it a man? 1365|Or do you ask some woman not unlike me?" 1365|Then a sigh from the heart of the poor old fool 1365|Fell upon her, and she answered, "O my sister, 1365|How do I know the man who has loved me? 1365|All things are possible to God alone! 1365|He can do what he will with this unhappy woman! 1365|Why tell me, dame, are you sure of my lover? 1365|I ask you this question because you love him!" 1365|And then answered the miser, "O my sister, 1365|I know not how I know this man of mystery. 1365|He may be an angel, or a demon, 1365|Or the devil, or the angel, or a demon! 1365|Oh! it cannot be the angel! I knew not 1365|That such a spirit could have passed this way!" 1365|"Speak out, speak out!" he cried, with his hands upraised above his face. 1365|"I came with the intent to know him, 1365|And was astonished when I found him not;" 1365|She turned upon him with a strange look, 1365|Saying, "Do not lie to me, nor make things worse by speaking. 1365|I ask you this very important matter! 1365|And now tell me your secret. What does it matter 1365|Who you are or where you are, or what you know?" 1365|The old miser took his hat, and spoke with slow and solemn accents. 1365|"There is much in the world that I have not known, 1365|But I know that I have loved; and I know that I have loved; 1365|In spite of ignorance or slothfulness, 1365|In spite of slothfulness, or ignorance, 1365|Or falsehood, or aught that might be construed as deception, 1365|I know that I have loved. 1365|"I have loved many, many lovers, many more 1365|Then I have loved thee. All the women in the world 1365|Have loved thee, but no woman of sense 1365|Or beauty to my thought has ever loved 1365|Like the sweet woman whom I love now; 1365|And yet, if I may believe what I must believe, 1365|I think that I have loved. 1365|"I am happy, as I was long ago; 1365|The birds and flowers bring me flowers and men. 1365|Now, I feel, I feel once more the presence of my God, 1365|For now I am the God that I was in Eden; 1365|Now I am the God of this world; for those whom I loved 1365|Are now gone, and I am left alone." 1365|The old man felt his heart swell with a deep sigh. 1365|"The man who is without sin is always within," 1365|Said he, "but the man and woman of ill intent, 1365|And they that consorted with sin and sin's enslavers, 1365|Are oftentimes found in one form or another. 1365|"And the man who is with God often looks into His eyes, 1365|And the woman, when looked at, sees her face reflected there; 1365|A man may do good whose heart is in his house, 1365|And an angel's eye may scan the mind of the creature; 1365|A woman may have as strong a hold on her husband 1365|As most men have on their own wives. 1365|"But he that has been with God may say, 1365|'I have seen the face of God on this heart of mine,' 1365|And it may seem to him that what was above 1365|Is as within the body, 1365|And the woman may say ======================================== SAMPLE 8370 ======================================== 20|Thus theye spred with vigour as he drew neare; 20|Their limbs perfixt and inly cris'd with sweat 20|Their flowing robes, and on their faces driv'n 20|All the bright tresses budded; so that he 20|Mann'd with their splendours and effulgence plaid. 20|His head at length prostrate fell in dust, 20|And all his limbs distill'd with piteous dew. 20|They wept; they wail'd; still heaving from their seats 20|Flee evilly heap'd, and as a stack 20|He soon as seen, continu'd in his flight, 20|Still increasing oft, and now upon 20|The very ground, now skirting it o're, 20|Now all on foot, now on the wing dispos'd 20|To storm the palace, now prone on ground, 20|Now by the aid of wings no respit obtained 20|Could he recover: so quickly fled 20|The goodliest of his limbs, torn by disgust 20|Of this new prison, where no kinder charm 20|Woo'd him to stay. Thus far he divid'd 20|His mangled limbs, and wrapt them in the woods, 20|Where as he tell'd his wond'ring wife all, 20|Her husband knew not, nor her fair she-elf. 20|Nor did he till the morrow ere he voy'd, 20|Or ere again his dear wife he espied 20|Webbling the wood; for ever to be shooke 20|In this gloomy glade, she, while she rightly thought, 20|Was with him: so when he took his oil-vane, 20|And with his hand a tree high-descried 20|Beside his lov'd lady's, and his head high-set 20|Saw it, for all time, while it hung there, 20|He seem'd a living God to live and die 20|Amidst the gloomy glades. Thus travell'd 20|With sorrow and with prayers along the banks 20|Of Canal, where his daughter was betroth'd 20|To a better mann; for thither where dwelt 20|His father, and his offspring, both were sent, 20|Like by bygone days, these cruel worms to dwell 20|With her they fost'ring, till their life expire; 20|But in thir native place, another maid, 20|More mild, and more endearing, was beget; 20|A lovely Child, to beautifie more 20|Then milde Begoun to her betokening, 20|Was assign'd her: so when twelve summers old 20|Was from the male a second birth to thee, 20|Thou hadst nought to fear but Poynt, but were now 20|In wombe, formed like to Thyestes, when he 20|Dwelt with his virgins in the Herbe; so, 20|Goddess, now in Son, now Mother born, thou 20|Art Heav'nly; Woman like the Virgin was 20|Made; and what Man was to blisse, this Son 20|Of thine, to adorn th'earth, his Earthly dowers, 20|To marke His Heavenly Works, to grace His sight 20|With more then Light, more then did Th'e holy Heav'n 20|See Thetis, to celebrate her glorious Son. 20|So proceeding, from the trothy tears 20|In Heav'ns Garland shed, he led the way 20|To Paradise; and thus repeating 20|The graue Actioun, consulial Sacriledge 20|In His temple first the seventh day, sing. 20|Heav'nly Mother, Daughter of celestial Joy, 20|Creation had in Heav'n, and wast in Heav'n 20|From the beginning, and infinite Spirit 20|Was work'd in Shewres; and from the Mother of all, 20|Was to a selflie Son a National Son 20|By Heav'n, and Earth was his Sov'raLd Ballance; 20|But Heav'nly love crown'd with enring'd Crowne the spheares 20|Of Heav'n; and from the Father of all, 20|In Son and Daughters foursomed, a Family, 20|A Redeeming light, from hence was taile; 20| ======================================== SAMPLE 8380 ======================================== 34163|Nox infra ipsa, et unquam 34163|Lachesibus in aerei 34163|Inque et quondam in vallibus orbis 34163|Per labra dextra? per inane, 34163|Nos tibi sunt tota, tibi, tibique, 34163|In tenebris, dum vita et vinci; 34163|Nec tibi, quae modo ferro, 34163|Nec mihi quae tegula talo. 34163|Nam mihi tam viri possent esse suos. 34163|Sunt mater idem; namque tam ferro, 34163|Nec tibi sunt tam ferro possint. 34163|Vivamus, quamvis sedet ire sonantem, 34163|Quamvis perire, quamvis perire. 34163|O namque bene te vale! 34163|Sanguinea, quin et aurea ciue tua vita 34163|Delectabat vita. 34163|O namque bene te vale! 34163|Sanguinea, quin et aurea ciue tua labra 34163|Delectabat vita. 34163|Sanguinea, quin andrea ciuotiuri 34163|Descoluit avea vita. 34163|Te pueri moravit alue mihi, 34163|Tendebant olim morave, 34163|O namque bene te vale! 34163|Sanguinea, quin et aurea ciuula 34163|Delectabat vita. 34163|When the winds of Phoebus are blowing, 34163|The river Rhone, 34163|Thou shall be their draught, 34163|And they and they shall drink. 34163|When the winds of Phoebus are rolling, 34163|Or the river Alp, 34163|Thou shalt give them a run, 34163|And they shall have a dash. 34163|Hesperus, when on earth he lies, 34163|He shall be drowned in the stream 34163|Of the Rhone, whereon he dies. 34163|Muse, my Nymphs, I bid you once more 34163|To pour refreshment forth, 34163|And with a song thy steps belead 34163|Thee o'er the marble banks to dance. 34163|The river that hath given before 34163|Tread thou again, for 'tis sweet, 34163|Hail, hail to thee, proud stream! 34163|Though thou hast long forsaken me, 34163|And I with thee wast left in cold, 34163|Ah, now I can forget, and know 34163|It was I who made thee cold. 34163|Ah bright Abagwan! what will do? 34163|Thou that my little time didst take 34163|And spend in pleasure and in sport, 34163|Now that thy heart is not for me. 34163|To-morrow, to be absent more, 34163|I am afraid will be thy soul. 34163|No, my dear Lord, no; the time will spare. 34163|Thy time is brief. God grant my part 34163|May be of noble conduct good. 34163|'Tis better to be absent now, 34163|Be absent all thy life, than to 34163|Have to a dayless life return! 34163|Why weepest thou, O River river? 34163|Thy stream to the Almond streams is dear, 34163|For at the well of the Basil is it fed. 34163|The Almond flower is rare indeed, 34163|With better heads the Basil stoops than thee. 34163|For thou, forsooth, art more than mine, 34163|And for thy love the life I would be blest. 34163|Come then, and on these banks the Basil feed. 34163|Come, in my presence, while these banks I tread, 34163|And, from thy bosom, kiss my hand, 34163|That it be tender as thy lovely smile. 34163|Sweet and fair, ah, gentle Basil, flower! 34163|To thee I would be bl ======================================== SAMPLE 8390 ======================================== 28796|And I could hear the roar of the waters; 28796|I never can forget 28796|Its mighty roar when coming home to you, 28796|At night, when you come home from the woods. 28796|You see it where you come or go; 28796|You feel it when you meet its glow; 28796|And, when you are coming near, 28796|From the sea it rises on the sky, 28796|Circling the waves and leaping in the air. 28796|"If you see it when you reach your cabin seat," 28796|Said Will, the fisherman, "you may be sure 28796|I have a secret, one thing alone...." 28796|"And shall this be the reason why 28796|I've come to tell you my story?" quoth Tommy. 28796|Will replied, "It is true. You see, 28796|I used to sail the broad ocean o'er; 28796|And in the after years, while rowing, 28796|That old gray man, the gray-beard, would say, 28796|That I should tell you the reason why." 28796|"He'd laugh, and swear that I was drunk- 28796|And then at once would I wake and blush, 28796|Because he was not in the least shocked 28796|To find his guest in such a passion- 28796|And so begin his tale with 'I'm 28796|In the least shocked to see such fine-work; 28796|Or," he continued, "that I am; 28796|And to give my whole sincerity, 28796|You might safely trust to his fond love 28796|For me!" 28796|The old man's heart 28796|Raved loud, until he gave a gasp. 28796|"O Tom, if he has got something 28796|To sell to us in the city here, 28796|The fair and good, he can ask a shilling, 28796|And give me five guineas for each ounce." 28796|"How is it that he knows so much, 28796|That he can go so far to him 28796|And never come in short of cash? 28796|He never would give a shilling, 28796|To me, to any else else, 28796|For any price," thought Tommy, 28796|"To come back through the forest, 28796|And give me the story, you see, 28796|That you and I did tell you." 28796|"It seems to me that if he knows 28796|What you are at heart, he'd know 28796|Of what we have told you before, 28796|Or else you might take this tale as old-- 28796|And thus you would make it fresh. 28796|It is," he continued, "A tale 28796|That we, in truth, have often heard; 28796|And we have told it in the past, 28796|When boys together we were growing 28796|And playing in the woods away." 28796|"And the old man," said Tommy, 28796|"Will not be so angry with you, 28796|Although no boy like you was then 28796|Yet ever I looked on it, as my old man did before 28796|When I myself was childless and unchildless, and mother gone." 28796|"It suits his mind," he answered, "To see 28796|That what he says is true. 28796|And, though he'd fain withhold it, you see, 28796|He needs must have it. If I were you and in England 28796|He had an easy heart, I think he might give you the thing you ask." 28796|"I wonder what you think of it," responded the youngster, "so many years 28796|"I hope to see, in time, as well grown men." 28796|"And the old man's wife," quoth Tommy, 28796|"I know, she's glad to hear that I've such an old story for to tell; 28796|And now, at last will the old boy be a little younger." 28796|"And he'll say nothing of the thing I've told him," 28796|They said, "I hope, when you are grown to man's estate, you will not 28796|"Why, no, never, at any time, I'll tell 28796|A tale like that ======================================== SAMPLE 8400 ======================================== 8187|The heart is in, the mind too? 8187|We trust in both, 8187|Nor ask to have our way. 8187|The morning is burning up; 8187|The night-winds, 8187|The wind's 8187|Wildest children, 8187|Make this world-wide land an old man's dream; 8187|The stars are out, 'tis time they should be-- 8187|No matter how our task was fated, 8187|So it's past, through them, at last, 8187|And they shall all go down in turn. 8187|Our task was sent to us but lately; 8187|Why do you still refuse to let us go? 8187|"No matter--let us go. "--Yes, "Let us go." 8187|'Tis but a half-hearted cry; 8187|And we can wait, for we _know_. 8187|When first the trumpet from the towers of Heaven 8187|Blows out the "Clear," 8187|"O, go and see," the eager, young "far away;" 8187|"Go and see,"--and so we went-- 8187|To see--but not a soul that came. 8187|And when we came, we found, alas, 8187|Each day was a "Clear," 8187|So clear, it was "O, go and see," 8187|Each night a "far away away." 8187|"Yes, go and see--we'll look at naught." 8187|We looked and sighed, 8187|All still as lifeless, yearning, 8187|So hopeless, blind, that "we thought 'twas all over." 8187|Oh, we wisht not that we dared 8187|So soon return, 8187|For oh, to lose them we felt so dear, 8187|Nor dreamt that o'er us 8187|The dreams of "far away" still came. 8187|To-morrow night, at the latest, I 8187|(So the old music said,) 8187|Attend the funeral of a dear, 8187|A dear Friend of mine. 8187|How oft my eyes with tears would overflow, 8187|And, looking on your grave, 8187|I could but kiss the stain away 8187|That he has left you on my heart. 8187|The sun, that came the moment that he stole 8187|Into my room, 8187|Had but a glance of shining light upon 8187|Two marble steps. 8187|Upon your marble steps he lays his head, 8187|And he knows not how, 8187|And I, whose friend had never such a sleep, 8187|But for pleasure sleep, 8187|To-day, at the hour of two dark minutes, 8187|Looked up to your head, 8187|As if my very heart, my very soul, 8187|Were on your brow. 8187|"Ah," said he, "our hearts are made that way;" 8187|But my friend said-- 8187|"But--so you love me?"--that is not so. 8187|Your heart may love that lonely little maid 8187|Who by the sea 8187|Is gazing, at this hour of dew-dropping, 8187|Along your marble steps. 8187|Your heart may be a-cold while you sleep, 8187|Or your eyes are empty of sleep; 8187|Or you are dying--what a horrid thing 8187|To die by, when all the world is dying? 8187|But still, it may be, still it may be so-- 8187|My dear friend, my heart! 8187|If that lonely little maid who stands 8187|Amid those steps so still, 8187|Had seen you by that lonely maid, and told 8187|What a comfort you were to her, 8187|Oh, then, my friend, I'd have _that_ thought with me, 8187|I'd have said you _were_ that maid; 8187|But no!--for you are not, my dear; 8187|So love you, love you, very well. 8187|Let the sun shine on, dear lover, 8187|While you lay at rest; 8187|And the air be fresh and sweet 8187|To sleep in when ======================================== SAMPLE 8410 ======================================== 18238|To tell the world we love are we.-- 18238|"_You all are waiting_" 18238|O, they've come! 18238|They take the gold 18238|From out its sheath. 18238|They steal the light 18238|From out the night. 18238|They are the men 18238|Who make the sun. 18238|They are the women 18238|They turn the fire 18238|To their brazier's blaze, 18238|And stir up the earth 18238|With their fingers and little hands. 18238|They are the men 18238|Who make the moon 18238|Roll full behind. 18238|They are the women 18238|Who sing the song, 18238|And never give a thing away. 18238|The sea is all alive with the women and song. 18238|O sea of stars, 18238|The men are abroad, 18238|The sea is full of women and singing. 18238|The sea is all alive with the women and the sea. 18238|There is no music under the night this side of the pole; 18238|The singing sea rings loud and the men are abroad here. 18238|O sea of stars, 18238|The men are out, 18238|Sing loud again; 18238|Sing it with women and women's singing. 18238|The wind on the sea holds his arms and holds his breath; 18238|And the sea, the sea holds his hands, his feet, and holds his head,-- 18238|It holds his head up, but he cannot blow his nose. 18238|And what is now a wind, now becomes a strong sea-bird; 18238|And what is now a voice, becomes a horrible scream. 18238|And all the world stands still and hears the dreadful havoc 18238|That the wind makes after the sea. 18238|The wind that calls _him_ o'er the sea! 18238|Sing o'er the sea again; 18238|Let all the women sing 18238|Of the wind that cries as it flies. 18238|The wind that is gone! and the sea that was him. 18238|Sing o'er the sea once more; 18238|Let all the women sing 18238|Of the wind that tosses as he goes. 18238|The wind of the sea-mew 18238|Lies dead on the sand; 18238|And the wind of the sea-mew 18238|Dropt like a leaf 18238|From off the sea-mew 18238|When the wind of the sea is blown. 18238|The great tides blow; 18238|The great tides sweep, 18238|Sweep and sweep, sweep, sweep, 18238|And sweep and sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep, 18238|The women are driving my heart of my heart away, away; 18238|They are in their ships at the mooring, behind, behind; 18238|I can hear them in each little band the women keep, 18238|Here on the deck, aboard and mooring out at sea, 18238|I can hear them sigh, who can choose but sigh in tune, 18238|I see them at dawn when the wind has wakened the land; 18238|I can see them at noon when the wind is up and laughing, 18238|And at night, when the old winds are whistling again. 18238|There is little in the world to keep us, 18238|We are a-free as the wind and the sea; 18238|We have eyes for the blue, we have feet for the green, 18238|Our homes are free of strings and our ears for the sound. 18238|Who knows us what may not be known by fame? 18238|Our strength is in our love, our strength is in our dreams. 18238|We hold each other fast, strong arms grow strong, 18238|And love turns love, love turns love, love turns love. 18238|My soul is the sea and a slender sail, 18238|To stray far over the dreaming track 18238|Of a vast, still world; and sometimes for hours 18238|I stare through the mist, and see the vast 18238|Crumble, and hear the winds through rifts blow, 18238|As if some ship on a lonely track 18238|Sailed from shore to brim of ======================================== SAMPLE 8420 ======================================== 20956|I will tell you a story 20956|As it's new to me 20956|Of a lady whose name was Sallie, 20956|Of a lady the world loved far better 20956|Than her little daughter Sallie. 20956|They say the little lady Sallie died 20956|Of a fever in her little cradle, 20956|In the land of the dead men who never die! 20956|And when Sallie died she left her little son Bill, 20956|Bill, my name is Bill; 20956|He was young and innocent, but he's a brave lad 20956|And a free-born man; 20956|But when Sallie went out one day with Bill to play, 20956|The devil took Bill to wife and Bill to death 20956|At the age of twenty-two! 20956|Now in twenty-two they lived in house and hives, 20956|And the children were two; 20956|But when she came back one morn, the darling little babe 20956|Was in the grave, 20956|And blood ran down aegis-like all over Bill and Bill, 20956|Sallie's blood! 20956|And there Bill found him out, and when he first did wake, 20956|Up from the earth was the devil, and laid his load 20956|On the baby's bier. 20956|In all the world by that he did not know one 20956|Was less dear to him; 20956|In vain upon the ground his sweet little Sallie lay, 20956|Bill sat him down and cried, 20956|Bill sat him down and cried, 20956|And then with a loud sounding knock 20956|He called Bill to come! 20956|From the heart of the country he sent Bill to me, 20956|He would not let him come. 20956|Well, when the baby's flesh he's on the gory floor, 20956|And the world is red about Bill, 20956|He does cry, and he'll cry, till he's both red and bleared, 20956|Sallie's blood! 20956|But the devil, and Sallie, and Bill died all the same, 20956|Where is Bill, you ask? Sallie's blood! 20956|And my eyes are blind now, 20956|'Twould shake a tree! 20956|In the grave where Sallie lies! 20956|I've been far away, and I've been little, 20956|And I've come back now to the same old wood, 20956|And no hand has ever touched me. 20956|It is a new bird, and it speaks kindly, 20956|For I've been a little boy and a baby, 20956|And a baby I'll be. 20956|How little and how sweet of him,-- 20956|With the big round eyes and the sleepy look. 20956|And so he comes to me, and he flies away, 20956|Or I must climb and carry him, as well, 20956|For now he is a baby. 20956|And he's both tall and slender, 20956|And his hair flows down in a silvery mess, 20956|And he has a little face; 20956|And his dimples have the smile of sunbeams, 20956|And his nose is so soft and so sweet. 20956|But they do nothing but stare and gaze; 20956|And I think I might give him all my toys 20956|If he were rather older. 20956|So I wish 20956|No more, 20956|All of it, 20956|And I will not have him ever! 20956|He never could understand a word 20956|Until this very day; 20956|The children at play when he did cry 20956|Came up and laughed with his own cry; 20956|And then when they heard the baby-cry 20956|Rise up with the sun and the stars, 20956|They called him "crying wolf!" 20956|But he loves his little children 20956|And will not cry for you, no, no! 20956|As I wandered over country and town 20956|In a dream of roses, 20956|That grew in a garden shady and sweet, 20956|I caught the echo of a song I heard. 20956 ======================================== SAMPLE 8430 ======================================== 1365|But who shall enter and behold! 1365|He that hath the key of God's right hand 1365|Shall be with them that are in prison; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that hath the key of Caesar's heart, 1365|Shall be where Death shall with his legions 1365|Hang the body and bones of the Cross; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that hath the key of Moses' lute, 1365|Shall be with them that sleep or perish 1365|On the purple mound of Haran, 1365|Where a king shall rule them whither He cometh; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that hath the key of Solomon's eyes, 1365|Shall behold and be heard with gladness, 1365|Where His servants shall in booths be counted; 1365|But who shall enter and behold? 1365|He that has the key of Eden's gates, 1365|Shall behold and be heard with gladness, 1365|When the Son of Man shall lead them thence, 1365|Though the gates be shut to him and closed. 1365|O my God! my God! how beautiful 1365|Be thy judgments and thy purposes, 1365|In the thought and in the act and in the way 1365|Thy great acts and your judgments and thine 1365|Do their duty; but in my heart 1365|I remember that once they were dark. 1365|When I came to thy city to redeem 1365|Man's life, I prayed, and a holy priest 1365|Seemed down from heaven, and came to our place 1365|In the midst of thine. I saw the sight 1365|I saw it with my own eyes; but the words 1365|I do not speak in my thought; they were dead, 1365|They were dead as the living and the light. 1365|But for the thought of the dark work, I pray'd, 1365|"O thou, whose face is visible here!" 1365|For the sin and the damnitude, 1365|I did not believe again, 1365|And I left those men I chose in mercy and right, 1365|For the judgment and the judgment and the wrong. 1365|And thou art the light that I believe in, 1365|And thou art the judge when all things shall be proved, 1365|And the judgment and the judgment and the wrong 1365|Shall show what their light is in the end! 1365|Thou art the light I see in the dark when I fear 1365|And thou art the light my heart sees in the dark, 1365|And thou art the God for the judgments and the wrong 1365|To show what their gods are in the end. 1365|Praise God for His light, and his judgments the same, 1365|And thy prayers, O man, pray Him! 1365|For he is just in all things, 1365|Who the good and the unjust does not overlook. 1365|For he is cruel not without cause; 1365|Who does not sleep too long, 1365|Takes not the wrong way, rightly; 1365|Who is always ready unto deliverance, 1365|Though afflicted and to his friends not forsaken, 1365|To their own needs and those of their children, 1365|Receives himself without the use of his tongue, 1365|The voice of pride or of terror, 1365|And in the bosom of his people delights 1365|That which in heart and hand they all desire; 1365|Who when the people cry, 1365|Sore is the want, 1365|Cannot well uproot a tree that is cut too deep, 1365|Nor lift a hand against a child whose match is struck; 1365|Alike alike, and with like judgment, 1365|The heart, the lips that beat, 1365|And the dark brow of judgment on judgement look, 1365|And the spirit that speaks. 1365|O my Lord, who hast over all created things 1365|A perfect image, 1365|Who, of thy spirit and of all his deeds is true, 1365|Be the true soul of judgment here in my heart: 1365|Be thy fair image, and let these words be these: 1365|" ======================================== SAMPLE 8440 ======================================== 5185|To the dwelling of thy father. 5185|Then he answered sweetly, 5185|Smiling from his forehead, 5185|Spake these words of ancient wisdom: 5185|"Dost thou not wish for my assistance, 5185|Hungry for friendship-matters, 5185|Evermore to ask for assistance, 5185|From among thy kindred?" 5185|Then did Lemminkainen's mother, 5185|Honey-paw, speak as follows: 5185|"Not for thee, my son beloved, 5185|Not for thee, a hundred summer-nights 5185|Have I gathered for thee, gold-dust, 5185|From all thy fathers and thy kinsmen, 5185|From thy brother-tongues and maiden-twins, 5185|From thy sister-twins and sisters. 5185|Thus the ancient Wainamoinen 5185|Sought for many summers in vain; 5185|All the days of his life were empty, 5185|For a thousand summers had gone by, 5185|And he still was searching in vain, 5185|Even on the borders of the snow-fields, 5185|Even on the border points of thorn-branches, 5185|Even on the fir-branches brown-blossoms. 5185|Thus the blithe Ahtiüs spoke in answer: 5185|"Time has gone, and thou hast need for cheering, 5185|Time has gone, my son beloved, 5185|I have need of cheering for thee-self, 5185|For myself, and all my people, 5185|Where the lazy branches block up 5185|My pathway through the snow-fields, Ahti! 5185|Blocking my pathway as I journey 5185|Through the pathless solitudes, 5185|To the meadow-fens and forest-glens, 5185|To the glen-ways of my people. 5185|Blocking my pathway through the forest, 5185|As I journey on in silence, 5185|As I speak with low-voiced people, 5185|With the women of my people, 5185|Turning from all the others, 5185|Turning from all the others, 5185|Turning still mine eyes to Northland, 5185|At the sandy head of the ocean; 5185|There they all assemble assembling, 5185|At the gateway of the deep-sea, 5185|Forge me here for their seasons, 5185|There I build the ships of fishing. 5185|Blacksmiths, ladies, I have fished for 5185|Each the carp as a maiden, 5185|Each a small and slender salmon, 5185|Thai carp as colored mullet, 5185|And the salmon of the Deep-sea, 5185|Evermore beautiful in looks!" 5185|Wainamoinen, ancient hero, 5185|Spake these words in meditation: 5185|"Is there one within this dwelling, 5185|Is there one within these castles 5185|That can see with the eyes of yonder 5185|Great Creator and thy judgements, 5185|That can perceive thy justice-decrees, 5185|That can interpret my deliverances, 5185|Wherefore moves my lips with signs and wonders?" 5185|But the smoke in heaven immediately 5185|Rushed out from the smoke of the furnace, 5185|And the heart of the blacksmith silent, 5185|Stood still like a pillar of fire, 5185|Whence no motion was able to make him, 5185|Nor the rustle of snow-shoes on snow-fields, 5185|Though the rustle was great and swift as 5185|Wind-blasts in the month of March-ices. 5185|Then old Wainamoinen, golden-tongued, 5185|Spake these words to Ilmarinen, 5185|These the words that Topper uttered: 5185|"'Tis the wind, and nothing remains for us 5185|Save the snow and the fire mutually-mutineer." 5185|Then the smith, the Ilmarinen, 5185|Golden king of iron-forges, 5185|Breathed a blast that rose like the Northland, 5185|Rushed in fury through space assembled, 5185|Burned the ======================================== SAMPLE 8450 ======================================== 1304|We had no friends; 1304|There were no brothers 1304|To grieve us: 1304|We had no country, 1304|We walked apart, 1304|Our footsteps met, 1304|And parted. 1304|He came to call me 1304|(O'er-proud! 1304|But we were broken) 1304|And toying with me. 1304|His tongue was warm, 1304|His looks warm, 1304|But ah! so bitter 1304|Was his kiss, 1304|That I forgot his, 1304|And followed him. 1304|Beneath the spreading branches 1304|Of the wild maple, 1304|Sang our love together 1304|O'er his golden pin; 1304|But how much more sweet 1304|Had his kiss been 1304|To thee and me, 1304|When our two breasts 1304|Were taught together 1304|By the breast of Kate, 1304|Then how much more sweet 1304|His kiss had been 1304|To me, whose burning heart 1304|Dared not implore him, 1304|But taught him. 1304|For the pin was warm, 1304|For his eyes were bright-- 1304|But the breast he bore 1304|Naught else could bring, 1304|Only the flower of Kate; 1304|That was all--nothing. 1304|O, what is Life? 1304|It is a place to vacate, 1304|A narrow cell, a scanty cage, 1304|Within which we are born, as weeps and asleep. 1304|The great and the small delight in the grave, 1304|To which I give my senses, and then sleep. 1304|Death is perpetual and complete: 1304|'Tis perpetual and complete, 1304|And the year is but a pause: 1304|'Tis perpetual and complete. 1304|As the air is full of the balsams of life, 1304|So the heart is full of the gods and the rest. 1304|There is no fear where none is found. 1304|There is no doubt where none is to be dreaded. 1304|And there is no sorrow when not any are with us. 1304|And there is no joy when there is no fear. 1304|And there is no sorrow when there is no disease. 1304|It was but a dream that o'erwhelming lay'd 1304|The spirits and the youth-- 1304|They knew not what they were about-- 1304|They knew not what they were about! 1304|It was but a dream that o'erwhelming lay'd 1304|On the souls that fled, 1304|That fled o'er the ocean, and died 1304|The hour they fled o'er the ocean. 1304|But the hearts that alive were, we are taught 1304|To call "true," 1304|And the spirits who love are, full sure, 1304|They are, full sure, they are true. 1304|O, the sun! and the star! and the moon! 1304|And the winds! 1304|And the music of night, 1304|And its great delight and its great grief! 1304|So the world is full of them, 1304|So the world is full of them. 1304|O, the light of the sun! and the star! 1304|And the wind! 1304|And the music of night! 1304|And the stars! 1304|And the wind! 1304|And the light of the sun! 1304|And the moon! 1304|And the winds! 1304|And the sound of a leaf upon a crumbling bough! 1304|It was but a dream that o'er and o'er 1304|The spirits and the youth 1304|Was flown, with a flight of spirits and youth, 1304|From our world of the bright, 1304|From our world of the bright. 1304|And then I said, (and I think then I said,) 1304|'Twere well, you know, 1304|If my bosom should be left as it was, 1304|To love you at any rate as now.' 1304|And I know that there ======================================== SAMPLE 8460 ======================================== 17393|I'll tell him where he stands, 17393|And say that you know. 17393|A word then--but what 17393|To hint again? 17393|Oh, this was folly then, perhaps, but whatsoe'er I do, 17393|I'll speak, my friend, of this as having occurred last night! 17393|I don't quite remember, and my eye is a little troubled; 17393|I must have fell asleep; perhaps my work gave it that tilt-- 17393|My thoughts, I must say, took it their turn this morning. 17393|But things go on their course, don't they? 17393|The world goes on, isn't it? 17393|And if the past be irrelevant, I'm just as much to blame 17393|Since I made it? 17393|There is one thing that's constant in my life: 17393|The sense of that, and that's my particular crime, 17393|Is one I've yet to quite forget. 17393|You know I'm not your humble servant any more-- 17393|I may be but fourth amongst the House of Lords, 17393|Not an inch now I bend, 17393|And bend to the Lord for my humble service now, 17393|And bend to the Lord for my service of yore, 17393|And when I come to think of it, 17393|I always come back, when I think of it, to you! 17393|When I have done with this House, whatever its end, 17393|I shall resign myself--I shall--to the great King. 17393|He'll send me the commission at once, then. 17393|Let us do what's possible to help him out. 17393|But I should not like, if I stay, just to sit there, 17393|To keep waiting for the King to send me down 17393|To pay a debt that's growing steadily on me, 17393|By degrees, day after day, in the cellar of hell! 17393|What shall I do? 17393|I see the land there, and here's a name to my mind saying-- 17393|"This is the spot!" 17393|I am old enough! 17393|I am not very young. 17393|I have known so many young faces--you can not say that I 17393|Have not met with them in my wanderings before. 17393|One can't run in the world any faster than you 17393|Willy-nilly. 17393|And yet--I think there may come a time when I'll 17393|Go back to London--again, as I used to do.-- 17393|It's not very fair after all to keep waiting and wait. 17393|Now that is not--that point. 17393|But what are you? 17393|I am not your humble servant any more-- 17393|I may be a great man for a while yet--but 17393|I'm not your humble servant any longer! 17393|I would rather be the King, or go down to die 17393|Beneath the knife, 17393|Than be one of those 17393|Who wait on another for their service. 17393|The King? He will tell you more in time, I fear. 17393|He says that I am only waiting now to be 17393|One of his men. 17393|In a few years, if he still keeps me in his house, 17393|I'll make him many of them! 17393|I don't like to have it brought up 17393|That I have been so long a servant to-day 17393|To be put out so casually again, with a man 17393|As master! What shall I do? 17393|I shall tell you something. 17393|I don't know, perhaps,--but I shall tell it. 17393|It's not too long ago, in some old house in town, 17393|Where people have money and time, 17393|To spend their money on a Queen, a country maid, 17393|An opera queen and a playmate--as they choose. 17393|How often, in the long, long winter nights, 17393|The attic holds the goodly collection of treasures 17393|Among the rugs and pictures of the past! 17393|To the great King, to whom the old house is close and 17393|Lit ======================================== SAMPLE 8470 ======================================== 18500|O how can I forget the days of yesterday, 18500|When on a summer's day I walked abroad, 18500|To see for work the dreary plains o' Donegal. 18500|I found the country spread out on every hand, 18500|And all the stream did join in the wide circuit, 18500|As if 'twere one mighty commonwealth; 18500|Myself a district attorney, 18500|And, nigh dying for the fee, 18500|Comes banking in the post office 18500|That brings the coffer and the bill; 18500|As many little banks as you please, 18500|One, two, three, they flow to me. 18500|My house and garden, whether ploughed or beech, 18500|I still can call each its own; 18500|For you and 'um, that's the same, 18500|And every bush its own beech. 18500|I have it, if not for you, at heart, 18500|You can at heart at heart. 18500|O, when I'd see a poor beast like you, 18500|With two strong hands, your charity can be 18500|(So hard 'tis to find them fair). 18500|Your soul, as soft and sweet, 18500|When in its lap you're laying down your purse, 18500|You'll bear the panniers till I come; 18500|But I, if you're out, begone, 18500|Or else take care I never see you more! 18500|My Father! may my child 18500|This be the last time, 18500|Lament my frailty; 18500|Glorious it seems, if doubt remain-- 18500|Thou wilt not be the man to know! 18500|My Mother! 'twas ne'er my plan 18500|(My lovely maid! my sweet, divine maiden!), 18500|Such silly notions to carry 18500|In a silly dud-case! 18500|No, to the heights I'll ascend, 18500|And feel my spirit rise, 18500|Till that glorious life of thine 18500|Holds in a bud on high, 18500|On this earth of dust and clay, 18500|Here my heart beats with thine: 18500|If thine, O, sweet, oh, mine! 18500|If thy heart be true and mine, if mine go 18500|To rise as high as thine, 18500|When my heart beats with thine; 18500|My dear, my lovely dear, 18500|Thy love I'll lay down, I'll lay down my heart. 18500|Thy heart is true, and mine it is full, 18500|Therein I'll rest and weep; 18500|To rise above the meanest lot, 18500|Thy will it will not dread; 18500|But live as high as God-- 18500|For that is what I'd give to thee, my dear. 18500|When I'm in a hot plight, or ill at ease, 18500|I'm instantly at thy feet. 18500|I vow I never shall cease to admire 18500|The love that I feel for thee: 18500|For I love but thee, my dear-- 18500|My very dear! 18500|Thou wert a pretty girl at first, 18500|Too pretty for a wilful swain! 18500|A ring, an ear-deil, and a face, 18500|And a throat like the milky snow! 18500|But soon she stole away, and left 18500|A lily for the Dutchman here; 18500|And we all to the Indies went, 18500|To make the sweetest devils we can. 18500|But we were all for Christ-- 18500|For Christ we were three!-- 18500|A happy end to our devil's game! 18500|We thought no man would look on our spoils 18500|Till Christ should come again to all. 18500|'Twas well that she died, 18500|For then she'd be all our spoils; 18500|We thought we'd all be done for, man, 18500|When, first upon Christ's glorious car 18500|We went upon the glorious fleet; 18500|Our ship was put in, and up and d ======================================== SAMPLE 8480 ======================================== 28591|The world is not worth thinking upon, 28591|While sorrow and sin are on the move; 28591|We see the world as when a glass 28591|Is lifted from the brink of night. 28591|Life is a ladder; from its height 28591|We gain the day of lasting health. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Climb up the steep of the skies; 28591|And upward still, when all is done, 28591|To gain to God the everlasting bliss. 28591|Life is a cliff, and up its sides 28591|We may step from the pit of pain, 28591|But God in His mercy is here, 28591|And never shall we fall nor swerve. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Glide slowly to the final goal, 28591|And upward still, when all is o'er, 28591|God with His mercy shall lead us on. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Glide slowly, slowly to the goal, 28591|And downward still when all is o'er. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the flying of years, 28591|But God in His mercy gives 28591|A joy that cannot be said-- 28591|A joy that cannot be said, 28591|A joy that cannot be said! 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the falling years, 28591|And upward still when all is o'er. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the falling years. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide, and climb, and climb, 28591|When the heart beats its hard seal and sees 28591|The end of all in God's mercy's care. 28591|God's mercy, like a ladders of light, 28591|Gleams in the darkness, and around 28591|The ladder of His love is spread 28591|The shadow and the splendors of His grace. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Grow slowly to the goal; 28591|But the heart beats its hard seal; 28591|Life is not yet the climbing stair 28591|Where upward we shall clasp and kiss, 28591|But the landing-place of grace 28591|Upon the dreary slope of death! 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the falling years. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Grow gradually to heaven; 28591|But God in mercy can never change the place 28591|His sovereign will hath in waiting now. 28591|Life is a ladder, and its feet 28591|Shall glide with the flapping of wings; 28591|But our hearts are weak, and we are fain, 28591|In our last moments, to feel 28591|A sure, unfaltering faith in Him, 28591|And to look to Him as eye of God. 28591|It was the night of the wedding, 28591|The night of an April wedding; 28591|There were seven of the bridesmaids 28591|By the dozen that evening counted, 28591|And the bride, with the crown of red roses 28591|On her cheek, and the garland on her brow. 28591|It was the bridal of the house; 28591|No matter how far the frost did press, 28591|The bridal bed of the whole world was spread, 28591|And a wedding like this can never fail! 28591|It was the ninth night since he went 28591|To the shore by the sea of the land; 28591|And the ice-cold sea wind and night were one, 28591|And when to the sea came the bridal-maid, 28591|He saw not the sight, but he knew well 28591|That the bridal day was not yet here. 28591|It was about midnight, and the sun 28591|Was aslant in the white snow-peaks; 28591|A maiden went by on the other side, 28591|And she saw not when she went away. 28591|It was the bridal of the house; 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 8490 ======================================== 42058|From where the sea lies low 42058|We watched the waters flee, 42058|And, as they fled, their course we heard, 42058|For the boat-bell tolled once more. 42058|We paused upon a point of land, 42058|We knew it not, for clouds it brought 42058|And darkness: once I looked in the glass, 42058|And saw a little speck of white. 42058|The moonlight trembled in its clear rays. 42058|Then turned, and came a sudden shower 42058|Of yellow light upon the glass. 42058|A ship had come upon our road: 42058|But now I saw no sign of her: 42058|The sky was clear: all motionless; 42058|Haply, all safe from storm or stain. 42058|The shore lay far below; and far 42058|Uprose the ocean-billow. 42058|And suddenly, beyond the light, 42058|A gleaming coat of steel, 42058|And shining sword; and on the deck 42058|A lady, with white hair 42058|And eyes of fire, was sailing near. 42058|Her hair was brown as sand: 42058|So cold her heart, I swear, 42058|That you might feel your blood run cold. 42058|And straight, with face afire, 42058|A knight came in her way, 42058|Who eyed him well and spake: 42058|"Lady, your lands are free; 42058|And you must leave them so. 42058|But by the laws of thy land, 42058|You must not tarry long: 42058|So, to the king's great palace flying, 42058|Come boldly forth of the sea 42058|Till you come to his feet." 42058|"Now look, great knight, and see," 42058|Quoth she, "how bright she is! 42058|I had a father once so fair 42058|And wise, and rich, and wise, 42058|Who died, like other men, 42058|And left me little heeding. 42058|He died, and little cared 42058|For riches or for years: 42058|He left his little son 42058|To bear a mighty care 42058|For all the possessions of his house. 42058|When that poor lad grew grey, 42058|So poor and so poor he grew; 42058|And he lived all alone 42058|In an old and worn-out cot, 42058|And the stately house that he raised for me, 42058|But it was old and worn and wrong, 42058|And I said, 'My child, 42058|The stately cot is old, 42058|And old is the way that you came, 42058|And you need a care, my child, 42058|Where to take you.' 42058|He had no word for largess, 42058|But kept thinking of me, 42058|And saying, 'Lady, if the day 42058|We had our first love-feast, 42058|And now we must part, 42058|I should live more like a beggar, 42058|And die more like a dog.'" 42058|At this, Sir Lewis looked at her 42058|And she looked at him 42058|As though they both were mad and blind, 42058|And she said, "Sir Lancelot, 42058|I cannot always go with you, 42058|And that is why I come to thee. 42058|I would that I were never free 42058|And had never to bear, 42058|But then, it seemed to me, I might 42058|Have my will with you." 42058|Thus in my ears I heard her speak, 42058|And thus was I awed for a space, 42058|And I smiled and answered, "Lady, 42058|The reason that you seem not at home 42058|With us two guests so near, 42058|Is because you have no lands, 42058|To give our little ones food. 42058|I know a land for you, 42058|Where you and I might live, 42058|And there it seemed to me right well 42058|If either of us took thought. 42058|Would that we had lands to give 42058 ======================================== SAMPLE 8500 ======================================== 1004|They saw me, and each of them started backward 1004|Like to the other who had gone before; 1004|And with our backs turned in turn we forthwith 1004|Bent them toward those glorious ones who kept 1004|Upon their thrones their places in the whirling 1004|And invisible smoke which there above 1004|Turned itself into a fire and disappeared. 1004|And one, who had by his side the saddest 1004|And wisest among them, spat on the ground, 1004|He who had been removed in consequence 1004|From the bright step where he was facing us. 1004|"Why dost thou yet spit on the [ground]?" said I; 1004|"Dost not perceive that thou wast already 1004|Bewildered by the dulcet flames that were 1004|Moving about thy temples so that they made 1004|The skin upon thy skin pale and shrivelled?" 1004|"I nothing knew until they commanded it," 1004|Was my reply; "and then I paid them back; 1004|And now would have spoken, but my leader 1004|Dismissed him from before me for contempt. 1004|And he passed on, saying to me: 'Be sober; 1004|Go on; for thou behind us three are thieves, 1004|And one is very wicked and one a saint.'" 1004|So we traveled on below, under the banners 1004|That on Parnassus' hill are drawn and shaven 1004|By people of so eminent a stamp 1004|That, if no one of them had remained, 1004|None worthy of imitation would be 1004|Done with the art of his contagion. 1004|And as we went towards the dawn there came 1004|To where the sun began to show forth his members 1004|Those that upon his Angels did look, 1004|My eyes upon their tops became all one. 1004|And lo!s the first group which before me stood; 1004|Following its head there came on so close 1004|That of their fellow-feeling ne'er the least 1004|Distinctly from one another was mixed. 1004|As two in arms coming from one troop I saw 1004|Those who were going to lead the next through whom 1004|Thou and thy Amorean grace shall fitly 1004|Present themselves to the Em patois. 1004|Multiplicity of servants they were; 1004|One of them, up against the high holy place, 1004|To chant the Iambic verse were summoning me; 1004|But they, as being without the power to raise 1004|The feet, stood still as if in midmire placed. 1004|"Come, perchance," said I, "to such a neglect, 1004|That shall not grieve you; but that you please 1004|To remember still better to improve 1004|Our Imprimis, so much out we go 1004|In following convenience, and so much 1004|In falling in the errour of instruction. 1004|Of the first wheel [by which we are drawn] 1004|The good which is behind us moves and revives, 1004|But that we draw so far, that I infer 1004|That after we have lost the Evangel we 1004|Turn backwards, do you remember?" "I see," 1004|He answered, "how thou callest the correct, 1004|But I think it credit that precedes the false; 1004|If it were virtue, as thou sayest, then 1004|First would the people with the bad outweigh. 1004|But it is only just that they who speak 1004|Of it remember still to lie so soon, 1004|That they may have before them with the good 1004|Silver priming, which is contrary to this 1004|Evil order of the world, and which 1004|Moves in that circle which the wheels enjoins." 1004|Paradiso: Canto XXXI 1004|"Thou knowest how in the eye doth pass away 1004|The substance that it judges and carries with it 1004|This regency of the fabric of things; 1004|Not otherwise thy knowledge reaches 1004|Things incorporeal, than that which is to them 1004|As something distant and contrary; so thou 1004 ======================================== SAMPLE 8510 ======================================== 3168|On the wall to his eye, a book of gold, 3168|And the sign of his name upon it, there: 3168|My heart to my throat and my eyes to my nose. 3168|Then, I, I, I, I; and as far away 3168|As the eye can track from the eye, out go 3168|The sunbeams and the wings and the breath. 3168|A nightingale is singing all night long: 3168|He makes no sign, by day or night, of a wish, 3168|And no single note that he sings he knows so well. 3168|But now, he sings the song I must not hear; 3168|And I know, in my own heart, I am fain 3168|To forget the song, and leave the song to die. 3168|And the song is so high that no falcon flies 3168|On a broken pinion past the broken string; 3168|And yet it can never be quite so clear, 3168|For 'twill be singing at another's ear. 3168|And what can the best of me do but fall 3168|Before the bounding song he would rehearse, 3168|And, falling, sing it all he needs to know? 3168|'Twere sweet, I think, in my ears as I stand 3168|To know I heard it long, and then to fall. 3168|But no - he has but sung what he must sing, 3168|And now he bows to a woman's love and not his own. 3168|How long, when I am gone, shall you be mine alone; 3168|So long--how long? I could go with a song of mine 3168|And sing my farewell, and I know not how to cease, 3168|And you, your song my parting words would never lack, 3168|But you, your songs, and me, and death, and Heaven above. 3168|Alone, when you hear, though it may not now be good 3168|That I should speak, would you shrink from the last farewell word 3168|And look, then, down, and not make scorn of the sky? 3168|And then, when you see me, would you bid me still wait, 3168|And not look, when you knew I was coming when so good 3168|That I should think of you, and turn away from that sky, 3168|And not see where I was, and know my soul that waits?" 3168|"The moment comes 3168|When you have stood, 3168|And seen 3168|How far 3168|You must go 3168|Till you have found 3168|The path 3168|To reach 3168|"And all you know 3168|Is, that by-and-by 3168|You 3168|May 3168|Not see 3168|The grass 3168|Where 3168|You 3168|Won 3168|The dream, 3168|But now 3168|Freshens, 3168|Folded, 3168|And makes 3168|The 3168|I 3168|The moment comes 3168|When you 3168|Have 3168|Lived 3168|In 3168|Love 3168|But now 3168|Broods: 3168|"You 3168|Will 3168|Not 3168|Come 3168|"And 3168|"I 3168|Cling, 3168|And wait 3168|To 3168|Climb 3168|To 3168|And wait, 3168|And fear 3168|That when 3168|I 3168|Come 3168|To 3168|You 3168|Sudden 3168|You 3168|Will 3168|Not 3168|Fierce, then 3168|You 3168|Will 3168|Climb 3168|All night; 3168|The winds are 3168|The winds, 3168|The winds that 3168|Are 3168|Wind 3168|The wind that 3168|Is 3168|The wind's 3168|Gem. _F ======================================== SAMPLE 8520 ======================================== May she ne'er be true, 29358|May she never, never break her vow." 29358|Æneas, eager now to drink the light, 29358|The night's light flung on him as he thought his sight; 29358|But as he gazed the star-streaming fire shed out, 29358|A long, long, way, and on the mountain's top 29358|The city's wall to left and right there ran; 29358|A mighty tower there, all rough and bent: 29358|No workman with it, though by iron wrought, 29358|With wood-scrapings made from Trojan oakwood dight; 29358|No wain-beam hung it forth, of that huge load, 29358|And on its chief point a hollow bridge ran: 29358|And all around about the tower there lay 29358|All things in war prepared that might have will, 29358|And all for living things that might be won 29358|Or won by labour, or by might of hand, 29358|Or by their own devices by their skill 29358|And cunning, or by strength of arms; and well 29358|Dread weapons might have wrought, and all things else, 29358|Save nought that to the eyes of man was fair. 29358|Thus in the tower stood hallowed walls and hall 29358|Full wide; the pillars there had wrought of wood 29358|For so great building, and the towers full high, 29358|Mixed out of stately trees in woody fane, 29358|Had wrought their walls that all might wonder see; 29358|And there of wrought gold was all the wall arrayed. 29358|Nor straightways they that in the walls did stand 29358|Gathered forth, of whom the city lord and lord 29358|And city-warden both, and bade the maids be set; 29358|But of the king the feast and gifts went on, 29358|And all the town with shouts and songs the feast 29358|Spread wide: thereafter were the words and ways 29358|To him revealed; Æneas then he knew 29358|Forth from her eyes of fire of fireless fire, 29358|And all the host of men to him they went. 29358|E'en as the sun with kindling of the star-sown noon 29358|Gilds the broad woods with a new gold, and makes 29358|Of many a little forest-cover the green tree, 29358|Or as the grass-blade, with a wondrous smile 29358|Holds in her head, and glows a long bright day, 29358|And as he glanced upon it, so upon him shone 29358|The light, from eyes that could at pleasure see 29358|That which his soul with longing well had wove: 29358|So from the city's walls the joyous feast went on. 29358|But first he girded all those folk who wrought him wrong, 29358|His friends: Æneas bids them take the mules 29358|And harness they to chariots, and the steeds 29358|To Troy-town bound, and forth the mighty crowd 29358|Rusheth before him: when his eager mind's 29358|They may no longer bear, and of the mules 29358|And horses on the mules he bids himself. 29358|Lo there the Mænads! he hath brought them thence 29358|Brake off from camp, and with his people bid 29358|The city come unto his right hand. 29358|Such thing from Ilium went the war's request 29358|Unto old Anchises' heart, and all day long 29358|Forced them their wonted work, and bade them be 29358|Feared and welcomed as a God. 29358|But when the sun, whose radiance now had turned 29358|To noon, had worn his noon-day cloak, and left 29358|The earth and sea at even, then did he say: 29358|"O Father, since the thing that God hath willed 29358|Is mine, and thou, O Father, wilt bewail 29358|That thing without thee, not content with life, 29358|And let it go as God willed, do thou 29358|This, that I might have seen the awful King 29358|That never more shall bear his light of might: 29358| ======================================== SAMPLE 8530 ======================================== A little while ago, in the days before he found 3295|That his life's work was fruitless-- 3295|Had his life's work been done in this letter 3295|To a poor young girl he loved so well; 3295|He might have kept his vow of silence 3295|In the name of his god-anointed mother 3295|Who, seeing his grief, was moved to act. 3295|She read the letter, read another; 3295|And then another. And then the woman 3295|Came forth to meet her with her son, 3295|The lone and frail-limbed offspring of her love, 3295|(By the Church's excuse) his aged mother. 3295|She had given him much while her life 3295|Kept pace with his, but he had much more. 3295|"I have brought him to you," she said, 3295|"From his own country, by the name 3295|Of Haddock, or he died at sea." 3295|"And he is of poor means, you know. 3295|He can't pay us what we gave him." 3295|"You must give him whatever is left, 3295|Until he can afford to buy." 3295|"Yes, he can. I know you understand: 3295|Only two more days remain: 3295|Come, give him an account, as he can." 3295|"But I will--" "Well, what? I am afraid. 3295|You would keep his loss so hidden?" 3295|"Of course. Why would I hide a money loss? 3295|I hold you all in scorn. Look here!" 3295|She handed him a little bag with the lid 3295|Shut tight, a small purse. "This is now 3295|The girl's money, my old friend." 3295|And then she took the tiny purse and threw it 3295|In the grave where he lay. 3295|The poor boy watched her carry it away, 3295|But she was just too sweet to lose. 3295|And the two sat silent till the evening 3295|Went down with the moon. 3295|When I met the poor girl at the churchyard gate, 3295|Her child had hardly pressed its thin lips to hers, 3295|Her eyes were wide and wild, her lips were rent. 3295|And I was not the only one who was moved. 3295|'Twas the very first song she ever sang, 3295|And she told me so in her strange, low tones. 3295|"And many a time in my darkened room, 3295|While others were sleeping, I have stood" 3295|Oh bitter, painful words, how true 3295|"For I have stood and not been loved." 3295|She was twenty, I think, but I know her so well. 3295|One of a kind and wild women, 3295|Gentle but stern. 3295|The wild ones are so loud 3295|And loud. 3295|Oh, if no man is a lover, 3295|She'll die of a love not worthy of a lover. 3295|The moon is going down, the stars are shining bright, 3295|And the church bells ring out with a cheerful sound. 3295|But I can see no more the sweet face, 3295|I long for the darkness of the midnight. 3295|How the light gleams to and fro, 3295|The heavy darkness of the night! 3295|And I must seek the lonely house of God. 3295|A nightingale is singing in the orchard there, 3295|Beside his favorite berry, sweet, and calm in May. 3295|He sings so loud he hardly hears it, but he hears 3295|The music fall on his soul in blissful fear. 3295|I love that strain; how softly it floats on the air, 3295|Through the clear dawning, till it floats far away, 3295|Out of his thoughts, far out of ours, into the sky, 3295|Like a golden music from the heavens, and dies. 3295|There's a great crowd waiting now at the church, I know. 3295|He calls them--I know how it feels. I am sure 3295|There will be some with hearts set on wrong, like mine. 3295|Then ======================================== SAMPLE 8540 ======================================== 20|In thir new creation, they, as I before them, stand; 20|But all the rest, with wonder and amazement gaze, 20|And all the Host around them shout, and shake thir clubs, 20|As if to tell them what had been so marvelous. 20|Thus were the works of God described, as now I tell 20|My tale, or ere it ended, by the Father kind; 20|Whose attributes, in various forms, varying stand 20|In elect and in depraved hearts; for either good 20|Or bad, in varying temper, in various shapes, 20|Have made them oft, as varying worthiest, lose 20|Whatever good they lose, or what defend 20|They gain what now they lose: so much the more 20|They gain the evil, which they still inflict 20|On themselves, more miserable they remain, 20|And ever will remain, although the Good 20|Despoil them; therefore in whom those good attributes 20|Are commingled, and into thir own good 20|Transferr'd, have never good desires dispos'd 20|That they should serve other Gods, or serve the best. 20|This is the substance of all creatures smooth and round, 20|Matter soft as iron, tough as irons, dry 20|As unctuous water, easily digest'd, 20|Easy to digest, and in thy substance spread 20|Wide diffusive pleasures to all principial Nations. 20|Haste then to labour, and perform, above 20|The rest, what e're they wish, or e're it may, 20|Thy glorious office; much more perform, than think. 20|Such then was all thy Fathers, in thy Sons, 20|And they still prosper, failing, though they serve 20|Not God, nor will of God, but human power. 20|Who shall direct us, said Paul, or enlighten 20|Our learning, or partake his wisdom impart? 20|Know ye that Spirit of general Good, the Lord, 20|Immediate Judge, before whom all judgements are 20|Damnation by combat, and by fight by warfare 20|Served to good, and by endurance bystenser throes 20|Of death and danger death's ordeal then unto life! 20|For both are kingdoms, and unto the highest 20|Sole King by grace of His grace Omnipotent, 20|That he may will whatsoe'er the mind impels, 20|And, by His wisdom, will it just, or unjust, 20|To all, by His will or mere necessity; 20|But immediate good by His own voice is wrought 20|Without honour, hate, or fear of man or beast, 20|And the work is naught else but eternal good. 20|So be it, nor shall be lawful thee, nor 20|By kind or nature shall the word be hid: 20|But my Deliverer shall produce thee in mee, 20|Orphaned Son, Omnipotent, to show 20|Good without end, and end to all thy deeds. 20|That being produced, or so one way or other 20|Paul might be the Prophet, to vindicate the Prophet 20|By argument, and prove the former by the example 20|Of the latter; but in the mind of man so full, 20|No direct argument found against the former. 20|Therefore with such distempers mixed, and such 20|Rais'd in the mind of man the false and true, 20|It cannot well be stand to both together. 20|So farrd the Fiend afflicting, whether he 20|Stood on the right, or on the left hand of Pride; 20|And when he came to show his Ot way a-weather, 20|Paul himselfe (as he said) on wayde came. 20|Forth went the Ot from where he stood, and went 20|Before, as a fitter, his head on either side, 20|And spake no word, but with his Ot soft poind 20|Hang'd in a bough of Echinus, weeping sore, 20|And wak't for tears: and straight his burthen tount 20|In a sweet-briere, which for her pangs he brought, 20|His right hand took, and from his eyeball showde 20|The livid cheek in which he wept, forth gan 20|To raise his raiment, and to take in hand 20| ======================================== SAMPLE 8550 ======================================== 7394|That day of darkness, dark and loud, 7394|The dawn-wind blowing free, 7394|Ruffled with the o'erwhelming rush 7394|Of waters from the ground, 7394|And a clear sky and golden morn; 7394|I had not known, I ween, 7394|That God's sweet light was here, 7394|And I, a lowly boy, had walked 7394|O'er hill and stream and bower; 7394|And all around me the new air 7394|Smooths all the rugged ground, 7394|And the sky with stars is bright and blue, 7394|And my spirit feels a light and sound 7394|Like some great choir within my soul 7394|Borne far from mortal eyes. 7394|God's bright angels bear before 7394|The gifts of His love and rest; 7394|They walk on angel bough 7394|Through all that life of ours 7394|That, like a choir, goes by; 7394|The vision comes to me at last; 7394|I hear them, "Come, earthlings, come! 7394|God calls you, and a new day dawns; 7394|Come! earthlings, come!" 7394|He called with His new sun, 7394|And wept with joy to hear His call; 7394|We hear the voice--I bend my knee, 7394|Ye happy bards and singers still, 7394|That wait with prayer on that bright day! 7394|The sun goes down, and the dew is cold; 7394|The winds come forth to sigh and weep; 7394|They kiss our last sad feet and throw 7394|Their last sad tear on the gory plain; 7394|Then back to where the dawn is set, 7394|Back to the ways of day they go, 7394|And still in the dark earth's heart abide. 7394|When all the stars are set in heaven, 7394|On some fair day, when night abides, 7394|And the stars' worlds in peace repose, 7394|Let all who will rejoice for that,-- 7394|The angels, with their golden beards, 7394|Who smile and worship in their wings; 7394|Who, clad in white, the angel mails 7394|To their black haunts in the black air,-- 7394|The angels, whose high task is to shield 7394|The earth from death, and teach her laws 7394|To the brave, victorious arm of God,-- 7394|Let them the songless angels greet 7394|With such a joyous joy each time 7394|They come from God's dark task-workings forth. 7394|When all the stars are set in heaven, 7394|On some fair day, when night abides, 7394|And a thousand angels watch the skies 7394|And sing at evening every year,-- 7394|The angels, with their silvery songs 7394|To the bright world of angel bells,-- 7394|Be ready then, for the angel choir, 7394|That ever comes with that happy day, 7394|To sing the joy of that bright morn 7394|When all the stars on earth are set 7394|In God's new glory every year. 7394|When the golden earth-shine is gone, 7394|And the twilight comes, and the stars go; 7394|When the great sky has opened its wings 7394|To let in the glad fresh sun's ray,-- 7394|Let all the children of the earth 7394|Who sing on all the seasons' wings, 7394|Gladly come back with their voices blest, 7394|To sing, while Earth's childlike children wait 7394|For the glad bright day when they are free from toil. 7394|Then come, for the Lord shall give you rest; 7394|He has a hand for all your toil; 7394|His merciful angels guard the earth, 7394|And guard it well, through each changing season; 7394|He waits for your happy joyous play, 7394|Who sing on all the seasons' joyous days 7394|That live by the golden sun's light; 7394|And though He came the all in vain 7394|To the earth of ancient days, 7394|He will guard ======================================== SAMPLE 8560 ======================================== 2888|It ain't no how, but we must go! 2888|I ain't as gay as a lark; 2888|I've a little thing that makes me sing, 2888|And I'm sick of the world to-night. 2888|I was going to the village fair 2888|I was going to the town-- 2888|But there's a fair was shut, 2888|And I think those old ladies 2888|May be having a rout. 2888|And this is what I learnt this morning 2888|I learnt this morning, from the boughs 2888|That hid my garden-good: 2888|"What is he saying?" "Who?" 2888|"Who is the wind playing at the gate?" 2888|For there are no winds to come and blow, 2888|Nor gates to open, nor gates to close, 2888|No, nor the silence of the sea to break. 2888|Why is my garden so full of flowers?! 2888|"Who goes there?" said yesterday's boy, 2888|And he said, "Who goes there?" 2888|How should I answer, when my garden 2888|That night was closed, and a light at the gate 2888|Was only a door I knew of; 2888|The wind that came there may have been the sun, 2888|Or he may be a spy, or the wind may be 2888|A thing for mischief. 2888|For he may be a spy, or he may not, 2888|And he may be a thing for mischief. 2888|"Who is laughing at the village?" said yesterday's boy, 2888|And he said, "Who is laughing?" 2888|The wind that laughed may have a wit for mirth, 2888|Or he may be a thing for naught. 2888|Or he may be a thing for naught, and none 2888|Of the things that I've said. 2888|Or I may be a thing for nothing, and he 2888|May be the devil. 2888|What is it to the garden in the night? 2888|What is it to the sea that wails and cries? 2888|What is it to your heart that wails and cries, 2888|And what does it avail? 2888|In my garden in the night 2888|It is the cry of a lonely sea-bird; 2888|In my sea-bird cry it is not made, 2888|In my cry not made is the voice of my heart. 2888|If you had told me yesterday 2888|Your garden lay in a cloud; 2888|Or that when I came back 2888|You had gone out in the night 2888|And found it not; 2888|I should have said "O tell me, tell me, 2888|Was you sorry you have came back in the night?" 2888|How should I reply to your answer today? 2888|For the sound of the wind is not made 2888|In the silence of the seas to sound, 2888|And the cry of the winds is not made 2888|When waves break on the shore. 2888|And yet it hath a sweetness to it 2888|Though it have not a sound of woe, 2888|And it hath a radiance to it 2888|From sunny fields and cities near. 2888|But it hath a sadness to it 2888|That hath not a sheltering shore, 2888|That hath a sadness to it 2888|That hath not place in song. 2888|When I look on the garden in the night, 2888|Each blade of grass hath an eye in it, 2888|One flower is a star. 2888|When I watch across the waste of sands 2888|The sun sinks in the West, ah, then I know 2888|The world grows old. 2888|There is a voice in the world, a voice of a song: 2888|"My garden is filled with flowers; 2888|"My garden is beautiful, my garden is fair; 2888|"My garden with weeds is dank, my garden is blind: 2888|"My garden is full of weeds, my garden is dry; 2888|"My garden is bare of flower, 2888|"I have planted all my flowers ======================================== SAMPLE 8570 ======================================== 35402|My mind; but if it was his will 35402|That to her words atone, I know 35402|That in his words she should be seen 35402|To hear her heart's tears fall. 35402|There was his love; and her sweet blood 35402|Shall be her tears to keep; 35402|And if he had let her not know, 35402|And let her not reveal, 35402|What if her soul had been as dead 35402|Since that dark hour in life, 35402|And all the angels seen dead and lost, 35402|And all God's joys but broken 35402|In those sad eyes, she made? 35402|When all these things she made, what then? 35402|Her love was ended; but his love 35402|As for his master's sake, 35402|Her who had loved him but no more, 35402|Would keep the memory. 35402|And yet, of all these things she did, 35402|I saw her, when in sleep 35402|She heard her heart's last love-word, fell 35402|Somewhat ill-suited; 35402|And when she dreamed of it awake, 35402|The night was long and dark and wide; 35402|And many a time she wept, to know 35402|She should be sorrowing. 35402|For her love was made, how may I say? 35402|With all our love of her and usen, 35402|In all our joy and pain? 35402|What then? that all our joy and pain 35402|And all our sorrow, and delight 35402|And malcontent of heart and head, 35402|At one with this were one? 35402|She was a good girl; I had eyes 35402|And ears not hard as hers to hear 35402|Though her love-love be; 35402|Her eyes were full of laughter and love 35402|And the sweet laughter of her mirth, 35402|Her ears full of sweet delight, 35402|As any tree with flowers. 35402|O sweet! she was a good girl; I had eyes 35402|And ears and kisses and delight, 35402|Sweet, and bright, like a tree that had won 35402|The love of heaven's bride; 35402|Sweet! a tree in a happy land; 35402|Sweet! a child full heartily blest, 35402|And born to a fair wife's house. 35402|Her breath was like a bird on wing, 35402|Her kisses were sweet as spring; 35402|No tree had grown a branch too near 35402|Her face; her body's a-flame, 35402|Though not one limb hath the fire thereon 35402|That light it near a bee, 35402|A bird's nest. 35402|Her life was as a tree that hath 35402|The breath of all good things by day, 35402|Of all delight in the year; 35402|The breath's fire from her body fled 35402|As love's breath from a man's breast; 35402|The sweetness of her joy and health 35402|Was kindliness to heart and cheek; 35402|The colour of her limbs and brown 35402|Was love's colour; and the music 35402|Of the sun-kissed earth she heard. 35402|A thousand years ago did burn 35402|Her golden hair; nor had a soul 35402|A face more fair than hers could bear; 35402|The soul's sweet looks in her eyes, 35402|Were a soft face and a gay; 35402|Such hair as that her mother had 35402|Touched with the golden wand; 35402|Such hair as that the gods may bind 35402|In silver brasses bright. 35402|A thousand years have bound it in, 35402|A thousand gold have woven it; 35402|The sun-born earth hath made it true; 35402|In this she sings and dies. 35402|And yet she wakens not, nor wakes; 35402|The love-light in her eyes burns bright; 35402|Her tongue is free to sing or sigh; 35402|But never word escapes, 35402|Though not a bird's song in her mouth. 35402|And yet she is not all of us; 35402|There are men and women strong ======================================== SAMPLE 8580 ======================================== 24869|Each lord and peerly servant; 24869|And each his noble steed he brought 24869|With saddening harness bound. 24869|He gave the courser to the best, 24869|The charioteer his charioteer, 24869|And forth his servants led him forth 24869|In form illustrious-faced. 24869|They brought the noble king, the bride, 24869|With all her train, a-while apart, 24869|A lovely car, each gem-bright shine 24869|With ornament and lance. 24869|Then Ráma with his troops advanced 24869|On Viśvámitra’s fair hill, 24869|Who in all grace, who all displayed 24869|With honour high that guest might claim. 24869|With many a banner fair and bright 24869|The guests had for their side. 24869|Canto CIX. The Battle. 24869|The giant Ráma led the van, 24869|The noble Lakshmaṇ on his arm, 24869|And Sítá, queen of birds, 24869|The ladies’ son, his chosen dame. 24869|And Lakshmaṇ by their side, 24869|As well he knew how to bestow, 24869|The sons of Raghu led, 24869|His royal host, that princely pair 24869|Were the selected guests. 24869|And the fair nymphs, with reverent tread, 24869|By Sítá’s side the dame had placed. 24869|Then stood to look and greet 24869|The guests with many a glance. 24869|When Lakshmaṇ and the Bráhmans saw 24869|The Bráhmans’ host was here, 24869|And all the guests assembled, they 24869|Commanded in accents sweet 24869|To welcome to their road 24869|The Bráhman friends, the holy band 24869|Of spirits sent by Indra(926) 24869|Who, coming from the east, had come 24869|To seek in that fair wood 24869|Some sage whose favour yet should prove 24869|Benevolent and just. 24869|Thus at the Bráhman hosts were sent 24869|The Bráhmans, and the dame, 24869|And, with reverent hand to hand, 24869|Their hosts were led in fear. 24869|To them the great King of Wind 24869|The Bráhman Bráhmans spoke; 24869|“Come forth together, and be mindful 24869|Lest the dread Soma tread.” 24869|And with the Lord of Wind 24869|Sítá and the Bráhmans came, 24869|While from the wood an answering shout, 24869|Drew to the river’s side. 24869|Then swift in chariots of light 24869|Comes Ráma to the fray, 24869|When Sítá near him follows, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ by his side. 24869|Their Bráhmans so honoured stand, 24869|And Bráhmans, and the dame, 24869|With every sweet-toned instrument 24869|Shall rouse the Bráhman race. 24869|O’er them the wind their bridles let 24869|And bear the Bráhman train. 24869|Let these, all these, their host prepare 24869|To meet their Lord’s approach; 24869|And while their steeds at distance drive 24869|The Bráhman host shall take 24869|This lonely wood with all its trees 24869|And many a fair tree drop, 24869|And every plant and every brook 24869|Upon the ground shall sink. 24869|That thou, O mighty lord, mayst do 24869|Thy proper duty, and, 24869|Wise, true, like Indra, wilt thou reign 24869|O’er each in turn Thy rule. 24869|Then let mine eyes be blest with joy, 24869|Like Indra’s of old, 24869|Gathering to the glorious throne 24869|In Vritra’s dark domain. 24869|Come with thy Bráhman bands, O Queen ======================================== SAMPLE 8590 ======================================== 1241|All in a breath. I did not care. 1241|He said he would come when it rained. 1241|It rained and it rained, and still 1241|It rained. 1241|And I stayed here all the day. 1241|It rained and it rained: 1241|And still it rained. 1241|I did not stop to think: 1241|I only stopped to wait: 1241|I kept my head a hat inside, 1241|And waited my turn. 1241|I did not ask: I only waited, 1241|And still it rained. 1241|The wind from off the fields of hay, 1241|It did not hurt; 1241|The wind from off the fields of wheat, 1241|It did not stray. 1241|The drowsy breath of the Orient, 1241|The dreamy scent of the Last Herb, 1241|The mellow flute of the Spring, 1241|The low lorn lute of Summer, 1241|The ruddy fire-fly's lute -- 1241|It did not stay to these, 1241|Or go any more. 1241|It went to meet the Past, 1241|And left a trail to the Future -- 1241|That trail all truant, 1241|And truant for ever: -- 1241|The dust and the flowers and the leaves, 1241|That never knew a Year drear 1241|To what it might become. 1241|In what, on what, these things have been 1241|Who knows? Time may yet unroll 1241|The sacred scroll of flowers, -- 1241|Of leaves, and of years, and of days: -- 1241|For, in the old, old days, 1241|Before the world went abroad, 1241|A poet, lone, and old, and blind, 1241|Lived in a world without a name, 1241|Beyond the pale of man. 1241|The world's an empty name of nothingness, -- 1241|Laws as empty as dross and wind: 1241|And yet I know a happier name 1241|For poets who have never been. 1241|Then out of the deep where none might tread, 1241|His face was turned to the light of night, 1241|Where none might enter his soul's desire, 1241|And none could heed his lips of rest. 1241|The land where there was never a May 1241|Seemed all a starry winter's sleep: 1241|And no footfall reached that dim retreat 1241|But was guided by some star. 1241|His face was turned and his eyes were kind, 1241|And sweet, like starry angels' eyes, 1241|That glittered at the gates of some high place, 1241|Or some pale, mystic house of snow. 1241|The skies were dim and the night was deep, 1241|And the old walls re-echoed yet 1241|With the loud tramp of lost souls, like feet 1241|That do not find the stairway dark. 1241|The world is all a starry room, 1241|And, in the glow, all dim and bright, 1241|The ghosts of lost souls like star-dust, 1241|That, lost through birth, and death, and birth, 1241|Are stilled and dwelling there. 1241|I heard the bells of Christmas go, 1241|They call to youth and old and young; 1241|I saw the saints, like angels wing 1241|Their flight across the Christmas night. 1241|I saw the children, each like a star 1241|Beneath the smitten curtain laid. 1241|The children of the children to-day 1241|The curtain withdrew, and they 1241|Sank, like a sleeping angel's robe, 1241|Into their angel-lending sky. 1241|The bells of Christmas call at last: 1241|Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye! 1241|Sing on, sweet bells; what bells do keep 1241|Of that sweet sound, that sounds so clear? 1241|The joy, the peace, the blessedness, 1241|Of Christmas? Sing on! 1241|Sing on, sweet bells, so ======================================== SAMPLE 8600 ======================================== 8187|But not a word of what thou art. 8187|"And now, at least, thou shalt, I fear, 8187|"Have _a_ fair, well-fitting veil, 8187|"Wherein to put off the earth 8187|"The face that makes thee so pale. 8187|"And be not so dainty-fain 8187|"That thou couldst fain have flown 8187|"On his dear head, to flit 8187|"In a glorious, unvalued night. 8187|"Nor, like the moths that come and go, 8187|"Like the nymphs that haunt the flow'rs, 8187|"Of which we have our sweetest names-- 8187|"I will not, do you know, 8187|"Hither let him be brought down! 8187|"In a night of such a size 8187|"No mortal, even if he 8187|"Could have come, I think, to worse." 8187|'Twas now the time when Phosphor 8187|Had left his starry skies for good; 8187|And so the goddess' self, in pride, 8187|Was now to pay the due service 8187|With some new-fashioned sacrifice. 8187|For, as she had been wont to do, 8187|To some sweet-faced maid or maiden, 8187|She would make a temple of her own, 8187|And a pure temple with a steeple, 8187|And a golden altar, and a fountain, 8187|And a priest who would be known, no doubt, 8187|As the sweetest kind--the priest of songs, 8187|That would sing to the moon and to the sun 8187|Their praises; while on evenings of its 8187|Lustrous gold, a fountain or two 8187|Inlaid round with golden bands, 8187|(The rest by cunning she could spare 8187|For the best stuff they had about,) 8187|Would serve again to remind her 8187|Her lover of her worth and worth 8187|Of her love and how she loved him. 8187|And now, in a dream she had been standing 8187|In a dream with a smile on her face 8187|(As she, with one pale shadow, had _thrown 8187|Before her the keys of the house), 8187|And her voice, not echoing from the halls, 8187|Was echoing and singing as she sung, 8187|While down round her inlaid head 8187|And his whole essence,--life and sound, 8187|Were rising to pour down hers, 8187|In golden drops or else in tears; 8187|Till some slight whisper in the night, 8187|Tinging with some light perfume the air, 8187|Seemed wafting to her mind her song. 8187|And thus she sang her vision of sweet, 8187|Invisible lovers, who, they seem, 8187|Were listening and watching, all the while, 8187|In their hearts that symphony ran-- 8187|So rich, all sweet, it seemed like a symphony, 8187|Which none but these, of all the gods or men, 8187|Though gods, could reach and move, as the lyre 8187|She had so fondly dreamed for her heart! 8187|"Thus, oh thus thus, my soul hath danced 8187|"In the dance of the spheres and the earth, 8187|"In the dance these fair orbs and their sons 8187|"Have told so much of their beauty and powers, 8187|"The gods shall learn how to love and adore,-- 8187|"And the sun, when he sees each new planet, 8187|"And the moon, when she sees her old one again, 8187|"May, like the nymph who has married the lily, 8187|"Take up her love and rejoice with it, 8187|"And the worlds shall laugh to their cherubim!" 8187|When, just as she sang, a bright form, 8187|A sprite, all lights and joys of earth, 8187|The same as if not so bright; 8187|The same as if not so bright,-- 8187|In that bright form was seen to glide, 8187|In the air-balloon and ======================================== SAMPLE 8610 ======================================== 18500|'E's a laird-man, 18500|Wad na for his ain wife, 18500|An' auld Langsie's children, weel he canna wed. 18500|But auld wives are curst, 18500|When men come frae 'mang 'em a' an' scourgeth awa.' 18500|And the devil winna let 'em grieve or 'scape, 18500|His duke must gie 'em a gie-an'-gleedie. 18500|He has winna gie to 't like a duke at sea, 18500|But he has giaute us 'taters, 18500|An' giaute us 'taters when the ship 's gie me. 18500|We'll come to the gate, 18500|An' we'll gae to your head, 18500|And we'll gae you guid sourdough-sweet, 18500|An' we'll gae you guid sourdough-sweet! 18500|The rue will beginning to flow, 18500|When at fair Drinrith 18500|Auld Scotland's dames 18500|Are fain to try on me 18500|An' me on them. 18500|Gin I had wamed my horn, 18500|While on board the Fair 18500|To get a 'bunt 18500|For the fair countra's fair, 18500|I wad a' things that I doe 18500|Both singan an' dame; 18500|But gin I had wamed my horn, 18500|I'll make thee sing 18500|My song, while the ship dames doe coom 18500|To yoke the wimble broom, 18500|And make them laden be 18500|Wi' the merry merriest time. 18500|"Loudoun's rose bower," sang the poet, "is a bright spot in the sky, 18500|When the flowers of beauty live but in the air, 18500|Its fragrance breathes even to the stars above: 18500|And that's the reason, if you love a fair, 18500|'Tis the rose's rose. 18500|"O what a pity," he sigh'd, "that such a pair 18500|Were half-a-yard from each other," said Mr. Scott, of Warkworth, 18500|"They never were supposed alive to meet," 18500|She sat on the rail, 18500|The sun was so near her, 18500|As oft as he shunn'd her, she shrill'd her hill and town. 18500|Her own dame and maid 18500|Had got the shock, so they thought, some business on her part. 18500|She sat on the rail, 18500|The sun was so near her, 18500|As oft as he shunn'd her, she shrill'd her hill and town. 18500|They had been merry awhile, 18500|But to silence her they had tried the quickest toe: 18500|For their song, "Was ever tongue so raike," they say, 18500|Is in the valley far away, 18500|O! then who'll tell us to drive 18500|Some other morning, or a day later, and drive 18500|Some other morning, and never more see that valley. 18500|There they were drowned in weeping; 18500|As we were drowned in sighing, 18500|Or drowned in weeping or in sighing; 18500|They were both of them found drowned; 18500|And they never mair were seen here again. 18500|"The Sun's in his Ass," sung the Monk to a great Fox, 18500|On a rock just in the middle of his skull; 18500|But he had heard how the creatures, at night, were stupefied, 18500|Said, "I'll bet you a guinea that he's as light as a lark; 18500|And as for his tail, it's just a thing to be waving about." 18500|To the Monk they made their acquaintance, the Fox they did not, 18500|Till out of his hat the Fox began to declare; 18500|"I'll give you twenty, though you may hit it if you'll, sir, not too," 18500|Says the Monk, "It 's just to make ======================================== SAMPLE 8620 ======================================== 11689|It shall be said in the record, 11689|"The dead came back 11689|"At the last trumpet call of the day 11689|--The day the day of doom!" 11689|I'll tell you, my dears, I wish you joy 11689|And the glad reunion of a friend 11689|On a "holy" errand to you and me. 11689|So, here's our Christmas cards: 11689|Now, little boy, be good! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still; 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still! 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so still. 11689|And the big truck won't stand so 11689|And the big truck won't stand so, 11689|And the big truck won't stand so, 11689|And the big truck won't stand so. 11689|When all the world seems dark 11689|And the stars seem far away, 11689|And the night is fast asleep, 11689|When there's but a dim moon 11689|Thro' the darkness, still-- 11689|Oh, come back again! 11689|And the little truck go trotling in 11689|Across a path that's plain, 11689|And they reach a house that's very big, 11689|And a cellar far, 11689|And the moon's white face, and the starlight, 11689|And the very big star 11689|Thro' the cellar, all, 11689|And the trees all look up to see 11689|That there's a little boy asleep 11689|On the floor. 11689|When there's but a little house, and a star-white moon, 11689|And the dark woods all around. 11689|And the little truck goes trotting in, 11689|Across a path that's plain, 11689|And they see a mouse on the door-stone, 11689|And a bird outside on the roof, 11689|And on the kitchen table a mouse, 11689|And the bird upon the tree; 11689|And the little boy's on the floor, 11689|And the little dog in the corner -- 11689|Oh come back again! 11689|And the little truck goes trotting in 11689|Across a path that's plain, 11689|And they see a lamp in the window, 11689|And a candle in the chair 11689|And the little dog in the corner -- 11689|Oh come back again! 11689|But, oh--come back! 11689|And the little truck goes trotting so! 11689|When the stars and the moon are gone, 11689|And the little truck goes trotting so! 11689|When the stars and the moon are gone, 11689|And the little truck goes trotting so! 11689|They came from out a world all strange-- 11689|From empty rooms, with hands and feet 11689|Strange-loved together, and the eyes 11689|Of both with tenderness full. 11689|But still they did but greet each other, 11689|For they never knew each other; 11689|And the little boy in the corner 11689|Never saw the little girl, 11689|Whose heart was as white as snow. 11689|And all the stars were hid in Heaven, 11689|Nor knew they from a star to shine-- 11689|For heaven was wide to every one, 11689|And starry spirits never go 11689|To the corners of a child's heart. 11689|Then their feet were fastened in their shrouds, 11689|And down the track they stood and stood 11689|In a long embrace clasping fast 11689|Their hands with longing and delight; 11689|For never since she came ======================================== SAMPLE 8630 ======================================== 8187|"I can't be mistaken-- 8187|"A bird, I think, to the East 8187|"Has lately to-day 8187|"With his eye on us now; 8187|"And a wing, at least. 8187|"A bird of passage, I trust,-- 8187|"He's flown from his call, 8187|"And will ever be home again." 8187|"Oh! happy, happy birds are they!" 8187|The bird cried, and sang. 8187|"Why do I sing and not die?" 8187|(The song was of his heart.) 8187|The bird had been married,--then in a shower 8187|Of rain this one-two strike 8187|Struck on his mouth whose first was parted 8187|By the dry rain-drop's gleam. 8187|And the rain--and the thunder 8187|Broken loose in his gizzard, 8187|Gave a joyous thrill to the insect, 8187|And in his mouth it was "Oh!" 8187|While his wings, as he flew and sang, 8187|Made up a sweet melody; 8187|And there hung down his wings with splendor 8187|From them where they glittered to him. 8187|"Thou bird-like one with wings so rare, 8187|"May I for one the least 8187|"Like thee on the watery plain to sit?-- 8187|"For one hour of the longest day 8187|"Has been, at last, thy bower. 8187|"Now 'tis my parting farewell 8187|"That I will bring to thee hence; 8187|"Take this parting leaf, and thus farewell-- 8187|I'll hang it where that 'tis cold. 8187|In his last night-hour, 'twas his crown, 8187|In heaven with him, 'tis said, 8187|To crown life's last delightful hour. 8187|"Let him not to-night with his fate 8187|"The last of life let him fly; 8187|"But his spirit must have a night 8187|"Of long regret and rest." 8187|For his heart still is in heaven, 8187|And shall be until he's blest 8187|With that sweet night-life that fills 8187|The universe of ray. 8187|And now, to make it bright, 8187|These bright flowers in flowers shall be 8187|(His) bright dream in the bright air. 8187|So in my heart's own light, 8187|These leaves shall be sweetly shed: 8187|"The rain is falling, rain is falling, 8187|"And I am dying!" thus he cried, 8187|And all earth was athrobbing, 8187|When, in the first full moonlight shower, 8187|He left life's starlight shore. 8187|For the bright wings had been worn 8187|(By storms) with so short a span, 8187|And they would not be blest 8187|(Such nights) as they gave him then, 8187|When, at his birth, he breathed for him 8187|That first of earthly songs! 8187|Oh, happy, happy tree! 8187|That clung to the first white leaf 8187|And, having slumber'd there, breathes again 8187|All the last joy of her young years over, 8187|Tho' the deep wounds of life there be 8187|That never will heal. 8187|But a few moons since from thy gloom 8187|A traveller came, and with him 8187|Strange tidings to thy sister brought; 8187|The day we look'd on their dark wing 8187|Was not a day for love or bliss! 8187|For on our little green-girt cot 8187|Two dark, strange faces were seen-- 8187|The one who lookt with a smile at us, 8187|And seemed to say, "I can forget them; 8187|"Love is too sad for tears and pain." 8187|But when she saw the dark wings, then 8187|She lookt with a fierce and bitter eye, 8187|And answer'd, "If life were made for strife, 8187|"I'd choose that trade over Paradise." 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 8640 ======================================== May God have mercy on her, 29345|And send her healing through this anguish?" 29345|Then Ruth began: "The man is dead, 29345|The man is dead, and I am here." 29345|"Oh, God!" she said, "My darling, you, 29345|What kind of things you will!" Her smile 29345|Faded away; the voice came now 29345|As if in prayer: "I will pray God to forgive him." 29345|"Yes, yes," she said; "we will forgive him." 29345|"You will forgive him?" "Oh, yes, 29345|In God's name, forgive him!" 29345|A long time after this it happened that Ruth 29345|Went through a door alone. 29345|He went out one day 29345|Into the garden and stopped him. 29345|"Come back," she said, "with what I had, 29345|Bring with you and my brother, 29345|Bring a letter,--a letter, you must." 29345|He came not back, the garden was bare, 29345|And a great pain came on him. 29345|"Here is your letter--take it." 29345|He took the letter with him 29345|Out of his letter-case, 29345|But the letter was torn and torn 29345|Asunder in his hands. 29345|He found under the torn lid 29345|The letter that he had brought. 29345|It said: "Take this as sign 29345|That I will forgive you." 29345|A man came up and cried out, 29345|"My sister Ruth has found 29345|A letter for her mother." 29345|And Ruth answered him in tears: 29345|"Take it, my child; go back with it 29345|To where you laid it down." 29345|"I will never come again; 29345|Take it and leave it here 29345|For her mother to see. 29345|She will be too sad to read it, 29345|And no more so will I." 29345|And there it is now. 29345|"Come over here and tell me 29345|Who was my father." 29345|The child ran in 29345|And came out cold and dead, 29345|And he didn't speak no more. 29345|"My mother couldn't work-- 29345|She wouldn't tell you. 29345|There wasn't no trouble; 29345|She thought he was at rest-- 29345|She knew he would have died 29345|Before she could get to work! 29345|The man couldn't do no more." 29345|"I wasn't crying, 29345|And I wasn't a liar, 29345|Though my mother lied, 29345|And she's dead and gone." 29345|They were all gone; and they came to Ruth once more 29345|And asked how her mother had been coping. 29345|"She's at rest," said Ruth, "and no one knows, 29345|Though we keep a little log with her name on." 29345|"I wish she would come out again," said Ruth, 29345|"And let us bury all at once, as boys do." 29345|So Ruth told them all her story, till she told 29345|The olden story, that no one ever knew: 29345|The things that only come true at last. 29345|There is a lake that stretches out all day 29345|Between the hills and valleys of the West; 29345|And there are houses there who live and die, 29345|And there are villages where the people live, 29345|And there are islands where the fishing-boats go, 29345|And little shacks with roofs of birch and stone-- 29345|No other story is as grand as this. 29345|The great sea, the mighty sea, 29345|Where the wind comes and the waves come and go, 29345|And all is motion of motion--and yet sleep. 29345|It is the old story--though the truth goes still 29345|Among the murmuring pools and dappled sea. 29345|A dog and I went out together. 29345|I, the big, loud dog, 29345|Who never stood still. 29345|And he, the tiny, timid mane. 29345 ======================================== SAMPLE 8650 ======================================== 1837|In the old churchyard they tell 1837|Where the grave of Sir Thomas Frye lies: 1837|How Sir Thomas dreamed, 1837|On Christmas Eve, 1837|Of an old love that was dead, gone by. 1837|How in that strange night 1837|The sweet old maiden's eyes 1837|Looked out of the window o'er the waste of years. 1837|"My, but it's a long time since I saw thee last!" 1837|And the grave church-sodden grave 1837|Seems a tomb to him; but the maiden's eyes 1837|Gleam in the window all night, as if she loved him, 1837|And sees her own, unknown since that Christmas Eve. 1837|For when the night grew dark, 1837|Maid of the grave 1837|Came the gleam 1837|Of a moonlit, moonpath cottage, white and warm. 1837|A white moth danced round the window-pane; 1837|Moth and dim ghost in the moonpath. 1837|Lulled, mated, she drew 1837|White-winged in; 1837|Lulled, mated, they dreamed in the moonpath, 1837|And I waked, and I know not which was she. 1837|Ah, there she lies; 1837|Dead in that moonpath--dead to me and thee. 1837|And I know, in that place 1837|She has lain, 1837|Dead to me and thine, as a ghost sleeps by the moon. 1837|Sorrow is a soft thing; 1837|Grief's a bitter thing; 1837|Sorrow is a gentle thing; 1837|Grief a bitter thing: 1837|It cometh late, and it grieves late, 1837|Grief a sweet thing--still it grieves late. 1837|O, thou sad mourner, 1837|Wilt thou turn to weeping 1837|Over the long-drawn grave-way? 1837|And wilt thou think of me, 1837|And wilt thou die for my sake, 1837|And turn to weeping o'er the long-drawn grave? 1837|The night of death's sweet peace comes in, 1837|When the cold stars shine, the world sleeps in, 1837|The old winds murmur 'twere best 1837|All night long to die, 1837|O, for the night comes with slow breath, 1837|And the old night goes with me; 1837|And the dreams that I dreamed in sleep, 1837|And dreamed so sweet in sleep, 1837|That they rise on that dear grave-side on the cold night-air, 1837|The dreams that I dream to-night. 1837|Like the night-wind, slow, 1837|And slow the tears go, falling 'neath the dim pall 1837|That shakes all the leaves, 1837|And o'er the silent grave-road 1837|That leads to death, 1837|Falling like quiet rain, 1837|Breathing strange odours, like the breath of dear loved ones passing, 1837|Pass from pale lips that seem not to moan, 1837|And eyes that never learn'd to weep, 1837|And lips that seem a living still longer tenderness upon them 1837|folds them in her heart, and a new light is within her eyes. 1837|She sees with sudden tears afar, 1837|Her child, her only child, in the grave. 1837|She stands and she weeps, but her tears fall coldly. 1837|What though my child have died, my child? 1837|They shall not die, for my heart knows that he will come back to me 1837|And as he comes, and he cometh, 1837|He cannot die. 1837|My soul knows nought of time and place, 1837|And nothing of long regret; 1837|And the new light is dim and vast 1837|Upon the grave. 1837|O, sweet as the dew of the light, 1837|How doth the new wind stir 1837|And stir, and flow into her eyes 1837|That have lost their tears. 1837|She is not here, she is not here, 1837| ======================================== SAMPLE 8660 ======================================== 42058|From a far-off land, to a far-off town, 42058|From the darkening gloaming, to the sunlit lake, 42058|From the stormy brine, to the calm and blue sky. 42058|She did not understand; she was a maid; 42058|But her heart was in the house of her birth, 42058|And the longing of her heart was in the sea. 42058|And she leaned toward the window, and she sang, 42058|And the moon shone on the shining stream, 42058|And the clouds grew gray and gray, and the wave 42058|Went down in gray, and the moonlight fell 42058|Like light along the gray-haired cliffs, where rise 42058|The lonely mountains, and the little waves 42058|Of the pale hills, and lo! they grow like flowers, 42058|That fall upon the graves of the maidens dead, 42058|But evermore the wind goes down in rain 42058|And the far-off wind, in the blue silent sky, 42058|Sighs, as he will never again blow sunshine 42058|Upon those hilltops of starry height, 42058|Till the last leaf-fall of the Autumn moon 42058|Comes down, and the last white star is gone. 42058|But a little child sat smiling in the garden, 42058|Singing the songs of many a distant place, 42058|And only she and I were left apart. 42058|The little boy had gone with his mother 42058|To look upon the trembling sea, 42058|And on the roofs of tents where many dead 42058|Lay, in their last chill and pain, and weep. 42058|But she, poor maiden, in her lonely place 42058|By the old sea-shore still and brown, 42058|Had heard the great winds of the summer sea 42058|Bring her home from many a waking dream. 42058|And oft, when she was silent long, 42058|A sad and echoing melancholy 42058|Was lying about her summer-dark hair, 42058|Or curled about her knees, or lying 42058|In the hollow of her hand, or murmuring 42058|Among her tangled hair, till her thoughts grew 42058|Strange, and she grew aware of something darker 42058|Than dream and sleep could tell. 42058|And in that dark and dreadful spot 42058|She lay in her bed, and only heard 42058|The rippling waters of the sea. 42058|And still she lay, until the sudden rain 42058|Brought dreams of many a distant sea; 42058|And ever on the roof the sad wind sang, 42058|While in the tents she lay and watched the rain, 42058|Or listened in the tent to the rain. 42058|And ever upon the roof the sad wind beat: 42058|And still she lay till a great pain came, 42058|And left her in her bed and heard the wind, 42058|While the great rain still beat, and the great sea beat. 42058|But sometimes she would think of things unreal, 42058|And think the strange night is a part of her, 42058|A part she fears that she cannot tell, 42058|The pain that comes upon her, when she hears 42058|The rain fall on the roof of tents, or when 42058|She listens in the rain for the rain 42058|That falls into her tent, and dies there. 42058|And then she thought, if she could only fly, 42058|And make her flight far off far out of sight, 42058|And hide in the dark for many a mile, 42058|To heaven, and there,--like many another soul-- 42058|She should be happy in a strange land again, 42058|With many great gods and many great men. 42058|And, on the topmost peak of that strange tower, 42058|That stands amid the thunder-clouds of fear, 42058|There should she find a city, all in gray, 42058|Wherein she might be safe from men, and see 42058|The lights go out, and the lamps burn again, 42058|And the great sun sit down in the blackness, 42058|And shine a moment and become whole, 42058|And the great waters run and dance on the sands. 42058|There should she find a ======================================== SAMPLE 8670 ======================================== 29345|The things that's on her mind are very few and far between. 29345|The things she'd say she'd like to make her own to please. 29345|They're like the things that make you feel good in the best way-- 29345|They're things you have your choice in the world-- 29345|They are good for life when they seem good to you. 29345|It's not the things we do, but a certain way that makes or marrs life. 29345|I've heard a poet say he had no choice in his song, 29345|He had to have it for a reason; what were it to him 29345|If he found all the words were the same but run backwards and forwards 29345|All the time the engine jerked and jerked behind him? 29345|I wonder if the words are the same to a child 29345|When he hears the engine jerk behind him 29345|And sees it come up so sharply on the end of the string 29345|Innocuously with a jerk and jerk and jerk 29345|He knows that they mean the same to him. 29345|There's some things you just can't always foresee, 29345|There's some things that stick with you till you can't put the knife 29345|In them to understand them any more. 29345|And a man's heart beats a very rough tune 29345|When he thinks of all the things the past has meant. 29345|A man's life makes a very rough tune 29345|When he thinks of all the world must have been worth. 29345|But a gentle man's heart beats a very soft tune, 29345|And is made to beat a better tune for all men. 29345|A gentle man's life makes a sweet clear tune 29345|Because the great world's song of peace is sweet. 29345|And the world's song makes a sweet clear tune 29345|For the singing of that gay young man who's far away, 29345|And the singing of his mother's happy home. 29345|And I think the world's song makes a sweet clear tune 29345|To the child's father's happy youth that's far away. 29345|I'd like to be a child again 29345|That used to run away to play, 29345|But I'd better be a man 29345|And never run away to play. 29345|If I get the best, the worst I get; 29345|If I get the worst, I get the best. 29345|When I'm old and fat and live as loose 29345|As the men with whom I play, 29345|Where I go all day, they laugh with me 29345|Who run about the town. 29345|I think I should be proud to see 29345|My brethren children run about 29345|As good as me, with shoulders broad, 29345|Like me, and faces painted blue 29345|Who run about the town. 29345|When I'm old and fat and live as loose 29345|As the men with whom I play, 29345|Wherever I go I'll always be 29345|Among the men at home. 29345|It's very easy to be proud 29345|Of how you grew and ran away; 29345|If you don't play the same way ever 29345|You'll never be a boy again. 29345|I don't care if you're all right 29345|And young, and strong for trouble; 29345|If the world's song you ever knew, 29345|It'd be the wrong one. 29345|I'm glad that I was born at all; 29345|It's very clear from where you stand 29345|That I should die a boy then; 29345|But I wonder what the boys think 29345|Of all the troubles they have had. 29345|I wonder if they think of it!-- 29345|I think that they do, and wonder. 29345|It makes their bodies shudder; 29345|It's very sure they do; 29345|And they don't know why they care: 29345|And I'm glad that I was born at all. 29345|It's very bad, when I'm old 29345|And weak as I should be, 29345|When some little boy somewhere 29345|Comes up to the top of the rampart-- 29345|And I know the name of the boy-- 29345|And ======================================== SAMPLE 8680 ======================================== 615|And of the one the first was seen, and first 615|I said "Is she the Lady of the Fair, 615|Which he to wed and love, from the side 615|Of our fair city, shall bring forth, and bring 615|Another son to Charles by his side." 615|"And by him (to whom the rest I showed) 615|The king, as is bested other man 615|In high eminence, is clothed and fed. 615|The second brother in the house as well 615|As he in earth, so long, from issue free, 615|Grows rich and mighty. This is she, I view; 615|Nor any else, for whatsoe'er befal 615|She had I nought to say. She is in store 615|To many a warrior, and doth full content 615|Her love unto one, the other mine. 615|"And that she may complete the matter, I, 615|As well is me, at this, my love demand; 615|Nor will I wait till she to Charles repair, 615|Till he is crowned; the rest is open day. 615|Yet shall she bring him first, the other next 615|With her shall make her woo, and him of me." 615|When to the place that he by her was led, 615|Somewhat I knew that lady, and was known 615|To her who brought him, and that other fair, 615|Because the other she in form resembled. 615|She, when to France she marched, with martial speed, 615|I marked her, seeing them, and said aye: 615|"Behold, and wait to hear my message clear: 615|'T is in the very mouth of my good liege. 615|'Twas I, -- not I, I think, -- how long ago 615|She married the good dame of Charlemagne." 615|And one I saw, from whom, for so long a space, 615|They had not parted, with the other six 615|Toward the castle hasting, and with her 615|Another company, and so forth, that day. 615|So that, in all the whole, I marked the seven 615|A little space apart. And as of yore, 615|Thenceforth, of fair Rogero I am told, 615|I see in books already mentioned, written, 615|Who in that tourney had the fair and he 615|To France and Spain by him, by him, and where 615|A hundred thousand of the rest were borne. 615|With many another I shall show, that fare 615|Well known, of ladies the same guerdon wed. 615|I say that I as yet, who should behold; 615|For no one from his bed at his repose 615|Hath withheld the damsel to display, 615|Now to arrive in France, that she may find 615|The warrior faring in some place, and know 615|The man who to the monarch's camp intends 615|Her coming forth. At the same time, I said, 615|I may have known that other, so famed, 615|If my sight should not deceive me, in France, 615|The warrior's name, the lady to enquire; 615|And if I do it, as thou wilt believe, 615|To such an one as she was by the queen. 615|"She to me, in that I did not fail 615|In such a case, and from such one so dear, 615|Him shall I tell; in time to come, at least 615|Beside the stream of Arno, shall be told 615|What made her other so in love combine. 615|I with a hundred of that couched is she, 615|With other of that hundred so near she is, 615|That whosoever from the one shall see 615|The other, is at one time her slave and lord. 615|"That lady so desirous of my sire 615|And of her lover to have one alone, 615|To be of fellowship united was, 615|That she would make the marriage-bed believe 615|That it had been a fraud to do without. 615|But he with fury, till he her forsworn, 615|(For which I well beg Heav'n that he requite) 615|In short, till that she would have slept with one, 615|He would have taken her aloft in ======================================== SAMPLE 8690 ======================================== 24662|She heard a noise so rude, so drear, so dread, 24662|So like the cry of one forewaried on fire, 24662|She sprang aside, and hid her face in fear; 24662|But soon again appear'd, with aspect mild 24662|And kind, and smiling words, and bending low 24662|Her white-tressed form before her infant grace: 24662|"Fair Princess, I have seen what you require, 24662|And you can satisfy my most exacture: 24662|Will you be mine?" Her hand was on her vest, 24662|And, answering, "Give me your hand, sweet virgin, 24662|And I will be your faithful Helvetian. 24662|Your charms I know, for they have stol'n my love 24662|When twenty summers had, or when the fair 24662|Rose on the hills of Helvetia's fruitful soil." 24662|"Take your deserts from me," the fair replied, 24662|"Fair queen, and be my bride; nor wait 24662|For Helvetia's hand to fulfil the measure, 24662|Or till her bounteous harvest with the plough." 24662|"No," said the maid; "by Jupiter, I swear, 24662|By Saturn too, and by the beams of light 24662|From Jove's rejoicing portico, I swear, 24662|By every fire that drives the sleet or snow, 24662|That for this last indulgence I will take 24662|Your most obedient servant, and will lead 24662|You to your own green Tuscan garden-close. 24662|There as you by this garden's crown would sit, 24662|The fruit-trees in their glory deck the glade, 24662|And all the air, with murmurs soft and low, 24662|Drives on with early perfumes their way, 24662|So let your limbs be hung in order drest, 24662|And on the ground your self-commanding ground 24662|Be planted with the trees that suit your taste, 24662|And let the russet be your chosen woof; 24662|And let the flowerets dance upon the gale, 24662|And the pale violets of June be there; 24662|So shall your happy days be crowned with May; 24662|And as you plant the flowerets round the wall, 24662|And spread the rose-wreath in the wreathed bower, 24662|To make the soul more happy, let the rose, 24662|And every sweet, whose fragrance breathes and glows 24662|The soul's high felicity, be yours." 24662|Then, with her finger, pointed to the wall, 24662|And, with her eye, the garden-gate secure; 24662|"Go then and win the golden Grecian loves, 24662|The Laconian balm, the Lydian balm, 24662|The Lydian oil, the Lydian honey-dew, 24662|From the sweet lips of Helen, of his dear. 24662|Wakeful and dreamy-eyed, to me speak now, 24662|And bid the moon be ever with the spring." 24662|Thus said the maid; and her finger on his jaw 24662|Nod, and the gate-keeper shook his sable locks; 24662|Whisked hither and thither in the busy throng, 24662|But he, unchanging, answered neither word. 24662|"Fool," cried Argive Helen, with her dagger hand, 24662|"Pierce the heart of this insensate heart of thine, 24662|Let this heart dance, as the Trojan danced, 24662|And burst its fetters at the coming of the slain!" 24662|She saw her treachery, and she saw her shame, 24662|Then to her friends she spake, and smiled, and wept. 24662|"I will go, and see the Trojan dead, 24662|And with glad gladness to the Trojans show, 24662|And with sweet murmurs of their love relate 24662|The fate of many a fallen Helen's son, 24662|And ope the gates of Danaan hearts to me. 24662|My love shall go, and I will see her smile, 24662|And be so grateful for the bounteous grace 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 8700 ======================================== 24869|And through the mighty walls of ice and snow 24869|From Varuṇ’s son the sound of war arose. 24869|From high on hill the monarch gazed, and viewed 24869|The host afar with wondrous longing stirred. 24869|Then as the monarch heard the battle roar, 24869|He saw it in the open plain; the crowd 24869|Of giants there in battle fought and fell, 24869|Each valiant chief with mighty shout and cry, 24869|And on the monarch’s face with fury shone. 24869|There too the giant chief, the king who bore 24869|The warlike reins,—the Vánar king whom all 24869|In Vindhya praised and reverenced—there 24869|The Vánars’ king, the mighty Vánar, stood. 24869|On high they stood; on earth his arm he pressed, 24869|And forth the giant king the fray pursued. 24869|With furious eyes the Vánar king defied 24869|The giant foe and fiercely on them threw. 24869|Fierce flames of darts and darts and arrows flew 24869|The Vánars’ arms against the giant foes. 24869|So fierce and vain the conflict grew, each arm 24869|Touched by the arrow, that each could see 24869|Aye moving like a winged wind, the while 24869|On others’ limbs the lightnings burned, and all 24869|The giant foes in flame the battle tore.” 24869|Canto XXXII. Death Of Báli. 24869|As when a cloud of dust raises high 24869|The clouds of war, and clouds of dust surround 24869|The sky, the Vánar and the giant met, 24869|With battle raging in each breast and brain, 24869|While Indra, and the Lord of Wind, the same, 24869|In heaven its fury seemed to preside. 24869|“Ah, in what mood,” cried Tára in dismay, 24869|“With what weapons armed to cope with us, 24869|Comes Indra from among the Gods? What fear 24869|With this great army of the foes?” 24869|“For thee,” the mighty Vidarbha cried, 24869|“It was not war that thou shouldst fight: to thee 24869|The war-path lies, and all the cause is thine. 24869|Now I have taught thee how to cope with me, 24869|And all thy danger from our foes I show: 24869|Now let the Vánar’s sword that shineth bright 24869|In Vidarbha’s face strike home and strike in thee, 24869|When, all his glittering armour round him rolled, 24869|The giant king by mortal battle dyed.” 24869|The Vánar heard each word the chieftain cried, 24869|And to the giants’ monarch’s side returned 24869|With eager steps, and cried in accents winged: 24869|“O far too rash thou blame,” was the proud reply, 24869|“Thy rash reproaches, O my lord the king 24869|Who loves thee ever, for thy rashness. May 24869|Whate’er thy heart constrains, my Sáma, be. 24869|My heart, my life, my life, O noble chief, 24869|My pride, my country, all, are in thy care. 24869|Whate’er thy joys or woes to me assign, 24869|In time or counsel mine he shall discern. 24869|Still in my steading, like a god I dwell, 24869|On him my life, my life, and all depend. 24869|Thou, when to battle with their peers I mount, 24869|Shalt boast thy virtues, and thy name shall live, 24869|For Indra, ever faithful, will not fall 24869|To any who in time of need are true. 24869|The Vánar, O my friend, the fiend is fain 24869|To aid me. Come, my good Váyuśra, set 24869|The arms of Váu(489) by thy side.” Forth went 24869|The Vánar chieftains to Vidarbha’s town. 24869 ======================================== SAMPLE 8710 ======================================== 16265|And I may never learn. 16265|In the quiet isles of the sea, 16265|All about the ocean 16265|Are lovely little maids 16265|Whom children bring to the world. 16265|All, all are happy children 16265|Their age they are smiling: 16265|Mother's in the cradle, 16265|Father's among the rocks. 16265|(Child, Child, sleep, sleep.) 16265|When men are glad and young 16265|There is always time 16265|For them to train and eat 16265|In the little, quiet homes. 16265|Wife, mother, what was that? 16265|(Child, Child, sleep, sleep.) 16265|Sing, dear, asleep children, 16265|Say it was a bird which flew to the west: 16265|Sing it a song of love and peace! 16265|(Child, Child, sleep, sleep.) 16265|Sing my aunty 16265|With singing eyes, 16265|And sing her 16265|To rest. 16265|That little unlettered woman 16265|Who came so slow and pale, 16265|The heart it could not hold alone, 16265|Now quivers with love and peace. 16265|Her tiny hand is clasped in mine 16265|And so am I--so dear, so dear; 16265|But the dear eyes will never see us 16265|Till love and peace are sung and come. 16265|She is so little--the world so wide, 16265|Our love to keep apart; 16265|The world is so vast, all its lights 16265|Have gone with us, oh, nevermore! 16265|But, as I touch her finger, 16265|I know that, all the day long, 16265|She has rested in that narrow place, 16265|With her darling brother waiting near. 16265|God's little children--the very best-- 16265|The only true and perfect gifts 16265|Our souls can understand and give: 16265|A trust to love them, a love to feel 16265|And be their friend, a humble zeal 16265|That is most near its purpose born, 16265|And in their eyes, when all is done, 16265|Most radiantly clear and true. 16265|A brother, brother's love, 16265|My bosom friend so true 16265|(God-lighted little book!), 16265|I turn it from all men's eyes-- 16265|Oh, let me see 16265|A moment how 16265|It can keep its secret place 16265|All night with its secret grace-- 16265|And see with deep surprise 16265|That life is sweet and God is good, 16265|And love and peace to hear. 16265|Come now to me, God of your creation, 16265|Be patient and be fair! 16265|We wait within and we hear-- 16265|Who has betrayed you, God of your love? 16265|Come, God of your mercy, O come to me-- 16265|Be patient and be dear! 16265|We wait, but you will not go away from us, 16265|So patiently and dear-- 16265|What is so precious as a little breath 16265|So precious as you, O God of our prayer! 16265|We have no other home than yours to be, 16265|God of your compassion, O come to us! 16265|Be patient or be quickly forgot, 16265|No other God than yours to grieve-- 16265|Oh, let me hear with your lips, 16265|How do you sleep with your heart full, 16265|Let me touch with my lips 16265|Your garments' hem and hem 16265|Your garments' hem and hem, 16265|Be patient or forgetful, 16265|No other God than you to die! 16265|God has a wonderful way with tears when He is lonely. 16265|The heart of man is like a broken and broken darling, 16265|The dew of night is scarce ever on the eyelids of the dawn, 16265|The stars in the darkness are but the eyes of the cold stars above, 16265|And life is all sorrow to the weary out of sight. 16265|But though man is a frail thing--a wandering child who wand ======================================== SAMPLE 8720 ======================================== 28260|And in her eyes, and in her hair 28260|Hang traces of the witchery 28260|That made the world with art so warm; 28260|And in these traces lives the tale 28260|Of a soul, that with her art and wit 28260|Had made this world of ours so fair. 28260|The nightingale has a lyre of gold; 28260|'Tis the bird the world adores; 28260|'Tis the fountain that its music sings; 28260|'Tis the fruit that 's loved by all. 28260|Oh, listen to the lyre, and only listen! 28260|For the birds, as they hover about it, 28260|Are the fairy princes of song, 28260|And the fountain of the harmony 28260|Is the Queen of Wisdom, Love! 28260|When the sun has set on earth, 28260|And Night has over-rode it, 28260|There 's a silent place for birds, 28260|And places of the starry sky. 28260|But if night come on soon after, 28260|And the sun shine down before it 28260|There will then be nothing on earth 28260|But stars for wing and song for wing. 28260|Sung from the mountain and valley, 28260|From the meadow-grain and reed, 28260|Wisdom and Love will live in all the lands 28260|And Wisdom will find her servants true. 28260|Let us go to those places to see, 28260|Where is a-ploughing Life's last root; 28260|And watch the last touch on Death's chalk-board, 28260|Afar in the sun's eye dart. 28260|When the last leaf from the poplars falls, 28260|And Time is driving slow, 28260|And the last bud of summer fades 28260|And a-weary man and wife 28260|Wait the coming of the autumn chill, 28260|And the fall of the last snowdrop, 28260|And the long, cool, moonlight silence, 28260|And love to look on them. 28260|And when Night comes with her cloak of snow, 28260|And her shawl o'erhead, 28260|And her fingers are on the fireside 28260|Waiting for us, to go,-- 28260|And the last whisper of the winds is hushed, 28260|And the voices that are still; 28260|Then the heart is as one who hears 28260|The last song of the hills! 28260|There is a place in the valley 28260|Where I shall lie with my love, 28260|And we 'll build a little nest 28260|Under the oaks of the glen; 28260|And the dove will sit in the hawk's eye, 28260|And watch the swallows flee. 28260|And we 'll watch them go, and listen and weep, 28260|And we 'll sing the more that we 'll be: 28260|How shall we go or how shall we come, 28260|When the dark shall be done? 28260|And when we are strong with the strength of youth, 28260|We 'll roam from the village school, 28260|To find the old men, and bring them again, 28260|And talk the old secrets out. 28260|And we 'll see how all things, where'er befall, 28260|Are guided by this dark one's whim; 28260|And, while we are strong with the strength of youth, 28260|We 'll wander from the village school, 28260|Like wandering swallows by night 28260|To find the old men and bring them again, 28260|And talk the old mysteries out. 28260|For the wind in the oaks is whispering, 28260|While the owl in the lonely tree, 28260|Is calling the children back to their play, 28260|By a cry of dismay. 28260|In the glens there is a sorrow 28260|For the old and the young, 28260|And the old man with the cracked and shrivelled head 28260|Is leaning over the wayside. 28260|With two little toes he leans down to cry, 28260|With one little hand he presses his nose 28260|Over the window, to call them home. ======================================== SAMPLE 8730 ======================================== 5184|"Woe to thee, who dwellest here, 5184|Why art singing in this forest, 5184|Why singing in the forest, 5184|Why with words wouldst rouse the forest, 5184|When thy mind was pure and innocent!" 5184|Spake the daughter of Tuori, 5184|Trembling rose she spoke as follows: 5184|"Never, never, suitor, honor 5184|Thou, who wanderest in the forest, 5184|With thy mind all tainted, evil; 5184|Never, never, hero-wanderer, 5184|Wander in this forest, 5184|Wander by night, or day-time burning, 5184|Neither searching for thy mother, 5184|Never standing at the doorway 5184|When she cometh from the home-courts, 5184|When her maidens lifted baskets 5184|Satisfied with what they brought her, 5184|When she sings with blithesome notes, 5184|When she prays with accents gay, 5184|Sweetly praising ages past, 5184|Singing praises due to future, 5184|When she speaks of things to be, 5184|When she speaks of things to-day, 5184|When her words are few and prove it, 5184|Bitter are the words she uttereth." 5184|This the answer of the maiden: 5184|"Never, never, unhappy one, 5184|Woe to thee, the daughter of Tuor! 5184|I shall see another maiden, 5184|See a daughter with my mother, 5184|Live a virgin, happy virgin, 5184|Bride to be to Manalainen, 5184|Bride to be to Desopanda." 5184|With his knife the blacksmith saith this, 5184|And the sister speaks as follow: 5184|"Shall I wed the blacksmith's sister, 5184|Or to Despoja, my mother?" 5184|With his knife the sister answers: 5184|"Like the knife that sliced the knife-blade, 5184|Like the point of silver ear-rings, 5184|Is the mouth of thy mother, 5184|Like the teeth of thy sister, 5184|Mouth of thy poor mother softened, 5184|Like the frost-bitten fingers: 5184|"On one side, thou shalt be beckoning, 5184|Grasp the knife of thy brother, 5184|Grasp of thy father's utters, 5184|Grasp of thy sister's fingers; 5184|Grasp of the utensils of others, 5184|Both thy poor hands will serve thee." 5184|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen: 5184|"Therefore dost thou dishonor me, 5184|Therefore dishonor my mother, 5184|Therefore make me wanton and wild? 5184|I shall see a wondrous beauty, 5184|See her smiling through the birchen, 5184|See her dancing on the heather, 5184|See her singing on the valleys, 5184|Shining in the birch-tree foliage!" 5184|Lemminkainen's mother answers: 5184|"Lempo may be likened to war, 5184|Well with cups resembles cups; 5184|This the vessel that I teach thee, 5184|Thus instructs thee in my mother; 5184|This the charm that charms thy mother: 5184|'Tis a ring that upon thee laying, 5184|When thou wentest to the war-games, 5184|When thou wentest to the hunting; 5184|'Tis a ring that on thee changing, 5184|Like the other rings of Tuoni, 5184|When thou prayest for a given cause, 5184|When thou prayest for a favor; 5184|'Tis a ring that thou gavest fitting 5184|To thy good, or bad, or neutral, mother, 5184|When thy father gave the silver, 5184|When thy brother gave the copper." 5184|Lempo thought not of the silver, 5184|Nor the charm about the ringlet, 5184|He was not deceived by mother, 5184|He was not deceived by brother, 5184|Quickly whistles Lempo after 5184|To ======================================== SAMPLE 8740 ======================================== 16251|When I think of these-- 16251|How, in the time of the great flood, 16251|I was thrown on the shore-- 16251|That was a year ago, 16251|But I don't remember a ship 16251|Or a shore so blue.-- 16251|So it's all a trick of the wind, 16251|But I am not a wrecker; 16251|For I have sunk many a ship 16251|And I've drowned but never, 16251|And I don't want to wreck any more 16251|For any sailor. 16251|The moon was shining over the sea, 16251|The sky was like a smooth velvet cap; 16251|The stars danced about the heavens so gay, 16251|A lady was standing in the sky. 16251|She made the sky and the waters shine 16251|With a glance and a silver shadow drop, 16251|And a gold shadow, and a golden light, 16251|And then she disappeared into night. 16251|I was a little lady 16251|In a little wedding; 16251|My father lived on the seas, 16251|So I heard them saying, 16251|"We'll make you happy as the butterflies, 16251|For the sea has lots. 16251|"To have an aunt or a sister, 16251|And a mother, and a child, 16251|To have a life where you can love all that you can, 16251|And the land will be worth the sea." 16251|I was a little lady 16251|Who would always say, 16251|"The sea will leave a better life behind, 16251|For the islands and the woods!" 16251|I was a little lady 16251|In my little wedding, 16251|And never a little thing could I tell 16251|Of the little things to do. 16251|I was a little lady 16251|In a little wedding-- 16251|But I am a lovely lady now, Lord, 16251|With a beautiful wife. 16251|This little man to whom we speak 16251|Is a sailor, no doubt? 16251|And the little seas are all his own, 16251|His wife's a sailor too, 16251|And a wonderful life he's living now 16251|In the wonderful sea. 16251|In the quaint and friendly house 16251|With the lovely lady left, 16251|She must do what she likes, and rest 16251|On the dear, soft straw below, 16251|For she has never been so happy since 16251|She'd lived in France with me! 16251|You shall have peace now, you must go 16251|Unto your dwelling place. 16251|The little lady's very old. 16251|She has a pretty, white face 16251|And a very tender bearing. 16251|So small is she, and so young, 16251|She's as wise as any child. 16251|So kind she's grown, and so tender-hearted, 16251|She seems to me so fair, 16251|In love she cares for her own kind husband 16251|And his children dear. 16251|You'll sit on my lap, my dear, and play 16251|On my little harp of pearl. 16251|The little lady's very sad 16251|To have to say these words again: 16251|"He's as happy as a two-year-old child 16251|But he'll grow up with much sorrow." 16251|My darling! my little son! 16251|Our house was very near, 16251|Very lovely was the land! 16251|Very very well; 16251|But to tell it all 16251|Would take away 16251|My darling! my little son! 16251|My very first birthday, 16251|It was not long ago 16251|That I was very young. 16251|I loved a doll a fair, 16251|And wore her every day; 16251|There was a little grey maiden 16251|Who lived in the house, 16251|And so we played, and sang, and laughed; 16251|We never broke a word. 16251|Then all of a sudden 16251|She got the very tear-- 16251|Her soul--for she was so poor-- 16251|For she had a little bag ======================================== SAMPLE 8750 ======================================== 35190|Goe ys vn-stryftes, for to breke 35190|Myght in myrthynge of a knyght.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Lordis, I you beseche,aEuro(TM) seyd TorrentLle.(8) 35190|aEuro~Tho seggysyng here a segnyng 35190|I myght not speke so fhed, 35190|Bot ofte, that worde speke is but wo.aEuro(TM) 35190|The squier told his euery wexfee-stefey. 35190|aEuro~Now belyse god,aEuro(TM) he sayd, 35190|aEuro~Sirly, lordys i-wysly, 35190|I wol forlyk, that ye me gesse 35190|Of your londe and Ioye.aEuro(TM) 35190|the king._] 35190|And the knyght wes a god 35190|Of hym to the kinges seyde: 35190|aEuro~A ffayles of our lordes shaAEsAEs, 35190|This dede is but to merthe a god.aEuro(TM) 35190|The knyght said this to TorrentLle: 35190|aEuro~As thou beest a man of might, 35190|God aAEsAEs that thei wolde me brynge, 35190|Yf yt were be the noys?aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~And eche of yow, myght ye do, 35190|Ther nought be nere so good as me.aEuro(TM) 35190|In a couple of yer and a day 35190|The knyght is comaunded away 35190|To be for the chaunge of his lyfe, 35190|As he is set to yow of the lawe. 35190|Whan he is here, for to wynne, 35190|The knyght is to do as he may. 35190|The king a crye to him sendeth. 35190|aEuro~My lordys,aEuro(TM) he says, 35190|aEuro~My dere lady is comaunded away, 35190|And of yow the deth is set to Ioye. 35190|With a ffeyre chaunge, the kyng is fayne 35190|For to be his dedly wynne.aEuro(TM) 35190|Lle. abDIIaEuro(TM)s son seyd: aEuro~And hast thou seyd, 35190|That be my lady is comaunded away 35190|As I can se, I not houre this dede.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent seyd: aEuro~My lady is comaunded away, 35190|And of yow the deth that I can se 35190|Is to my dowghttyn be she.aEuro(TM) 35190|The king says: aEuro~Sirly, lord, I wold not.aEuro(TM) 35190|The kyng answerd: aEuro~Be neyther stork nor fford, 35190|For it is ffound the day be nyEt that she is here: 35190|So wolde I, I ffounde yow, that she ne ffort.aEuro(TM) 35190|He tok what the kyng askid, 35190|He toke the knyght Ee{n}ge. 35190|Llenythe ys dour, aEuro~I say, 35190|And euermore 35190|In my portercraft 35190|She is y-hoted and bent, so{m} my sister I, 35190|That she wold none other be nere at all.aEuro(TM) 35190|To his lady gan TorrenteAEsAEs {rode}. 35190|The kyng sayd: aEuro~Have ye the fforwarde of Torrent, 35190|Yf yow myght, sir, yow wold ======================================== SAMPLE 8760 ======================================== 16452|The mighty fleet, that, though the Trojans surround 16452|It, yet his force the victor sends not forth 16452|So vast, he bade the rest the port defend 16452|Of Ilium, who, not by their strength, but skill 16452|Drew fire from Ida's branches, and the hill 16452|Tumbled from its estate; but the Grecian force 16452|Sole was, and the Grecian ranks divided wide, 16452|Bold lay those who in flight the Trojan squadrons. 16452|Then, when the Greeks their numbers knew and fear 16452|That, on the Trojans' side, the Grecians press'd, 16452|To Agamemnon all his words he uttered calm. 16452|Trojans ye fear much, ye Dardans men, to-day 16452|To fall by numbers over the wide-spread plain! 16452|I am resolved; and should this triumph be 16452|Unmannered, let me first, if I have power, 16452|I will, to you resolve; then if, fierce in arms, 16452|Ye fight as Agamemnon of the ships, 16452|Fierce and untamed, to you my vengeance I report, 16452|Or soon you shall have hope to know the voice 16452|Of great Ulysses' father, for he boasts 16452|That, with Ulysses by his side, he lies 16452|Sleeping at Xanthus, and that he alone 16452|Is absent, all his sons to guard around. 16452|Them stand I not, however, that could make 16452|The Trojans pay dearly, and that should take 16452|A parent's life--all that I say shall stand; 16452|But that, as men, who know that great Ulysses' sire 16452|Is dead, shall not the son of him contend, 16452|And shall not he whose parents him obey? 16452|He, for his father had not died as he had, 16452|(But died as one who lives for others' sake,) 16452|Might well, with his companions, with his son. 16452|Me, I too would not; for, save that I can, 16452|My parents' grave is in their house secure. 16452|Let me be of a lighter kind to them; 16452|I have a son's-birthright--a small share of mine, 16452|That I may keep, with all its cares, their own. 16452|I give him to them; they, to me, his heir. 16452|But come, the Greeks and Trojans now discuss 16452|Our coming; let us go, nor there be late. 16452|He spoke. They silent stood, each his own choice making, 16452|With whom they chose, but none had time to say them, 16452|For the assembly all stood silent all, 16452|All, all, except Tydeus' son, the Thunderer. 16452|He spake to them, issuing thus the word: 16452|Now, ye noble Trojans, be at peace. 16452|Myself, at all times, will be your loyal friend, 16452|And in all things ye have in common said 16452|Wealth, rank, and honor, all shall be accord'd. 16452|Now, therefore, since I rule, and you are silent, 16452|And many words have been resolved, let come 16452|The Grecians; you yourselves shall be the gate 16452|Where they may enter, and, in secret, vent 16452|Their wrath against the Trojan host; in sooth, 16452|A manly breast shall yet be your support, 16452|And you shall bear a gallant fleet, of whom 16452|The rest shall neither boast nor boast of me. 16452|He spake, and in the utmost Ithaca 16452|Wrought. He in his vessel, at the ships of Greece 16452|Thestrown, on his great errand left his host, 16452|And on the farthest shores of Troy he found 16452|His father's house at length, with many a gift 16452|Cleft on the altar; so these the chiefs 16452|Of Ilium and their host approach'd, and found 16452|The son of Atreus in the lofty halls ======================================== SAMPLE 8770 ======================================== 27405|The son of the great King 27405|In truth and honour 27405|Was not in the wood at dawn; 27405|I heard him call 27405|And, in my heart, 27405|Till then none came there. 27405|When they return 27405|I shall not know; 27405|That man must lie 27405|In the wood at dawn. 27405|From the north-west walks, 27405|From the east-sides walks, 27405|The sun is rising down; 27405|The moon in the west is bright. 27405|The birds they bring 27405|To our knees, 27405|With songs and laughter sweet, 27405|They will make us see 27405|The sun will soon arise. 27405|From the north-east walks, 27405|From the east-sides walks, 27405|The King is in his palace hall: 27405|I saw him at the gate: 27405|He has woven a web of gold 27405|Of golden thread for a lady's throat.” 27405|The little girl, that was the queen of love, 27405|Was the maid of the maidens nine, 27405|And she went to the North from France’s fair land: 27405|“Aye, the same again,” they said, 27405|“I see how thou must lie, I wot; 27405|And thou and mine, 27405|What shall we make with this gold-wove web?” 27405|The little girl she answered them and said: 27405|“Let it be, ’tis mine,” they said, “to bind 27405|Upon thy breast a cluster of pearls.” 27405|And the pearls she bound her down there; 27405|The cluster’s it was white as snow; 27405|And she prayed to her lover the third time 27405|To put it on her lovely head. 27405|The third time he did desire it so, 27405|But put it not down on her there, 27405|And then she cried aloud aloud for pain, 27405|And was sore to the soul and cold. 27405|They bound her down there, 27405|When she was sore 27405|And her weeping heart grew mad, 27405|The king he went from his hall 27405|To the tower where he bide; 27405|The queen she came from her chamber 27405|On her lovely feet she trod, 27405|But her eyes were in a darksome place, 27405|And her very eyes were blind. 27405|She raised her tender eyes and saw 27405|That the king’s son had come to-day, 27405|And that the maiden was in sorrow, 27405|And on her hands her hands she laid. 27405|So that the maiden, in grief and wrath, 27405|A little while was there, 27405|And there in her grief she fain would hide, 27405|And she fain would hide from her king. 27405|Then she said with a bitter moan: 27405|“O, my father, let me go 27405|But let not thy beautiful head’s, 27405|Be smitten with the hand of Time, 27405|If thou wilt be my lover now. 27405|“But if thou wilt be my lover yet 27405|And thou wilt not be smit, 27405|Then come, lovely, into thy chamber, 27405|And in thy chamber I’ll make thee dead; 27405|And put the web of the golden hairs 27405|Upon thy neck with a strong string. 27405|“And I’ll make thee a dress of gold, 27405|The which shall be fair for thee to wear, 27405|And thy mantle of a white deer skin 27405|That thy neck and thy waist shall be bare. 27405|“And I’ll make thee a sweet smelling vail, 27405|Which the tears shall not wet, 27405|And thy head with a white lily tied, 27405|And thy neck with a red lily tied.” 27405|This is the web of my hair! 27405|This is the vail of my woes! 27405|This is the ======================================== SAMPLE 8780 ======================================== 11689|In some great war-scene, 11689|I'd stand and listen. 11689|I'd go where the blood-red sun of evening dies 11689|And the red moon hangs, like a ghost, on the cliffs 11689|Where he hid at his back like a lost and found,-- 11689|In the great war-scene. 11689|With a bayonet and a blade 11689|And a rifle and a bayonet, 11689|I'd stand and wait. 11689|A bayonet and a blade 11689|To the battle! to the battle! 11689|On a time I would make 11689|The world as one wild, wild man,-- 11689|A man who was lost in the mire 11689|And never turned a single leaf: 11689|A man without a gun! 11689|That man's name shall be, 11689|We'll give him a rifle and bayonet, 11689|A rifle and a rifle and a bayonet. 11689|A bayonet and a blade? 11689|Oh, come now, I suppose 11689|I've half-answered you,--I'll write 11689|A letter that you'd understand. 11689|You say--I've thought that name was "Bones"-- 11689|(I think that _that_ was his name.) 11689|But don't be impatient, 11689|I know that I'm being impatient. 11689|And, look if you please, 11689|You'll understand. 11689|_They_ will not hear us now, 11689|But when it's over, 11689|We shall sing _that_ on our way 11689|To a war-scene. 11689|The world is made over here: 11689|A little kid could wipe away 11689|All the tears that now shall spring 11689|From the eyes that now shall swim 11689|In the eyes that now shall shine 11689|In the great war-scene. 11689|The wildest, loudest wars are here,-- 11689|The coldest, deepest blood, all dim, 11689|The coldest eyes, the coldest arms. 11689|Here there may pass in a breath, 11689|A breath that may freeze the heart; 11689|Here there may plunge the dead and chilled 11689|In the hearts of men; 11689|Here there may make a battle-day 11689|When no man's alive; 11689|Here there may make a battle-day,-- 11689|If there's the least doubt. 11689|The coldest heart, the coldest eyes, 11689|The coldest heart, the coldest eyes, 11689|Oh, that's the battle-meadow, my boy. 11689|Oh, that's the fight the day 11689|At the war-meeting hall, 11689|Where the victors all will meet, 11689|With their swords at rest; 11689|Where the blood will be more red 11689|Than the red tide that's shed 11689|For a little hero here 11689|Who is dead,--the brave man's friend. 11689|We'll make this old world over too 11689|To our liking, if we work our will. 11689|So I'm going to write a letter, boy, 11689|And I know you'll give it me, 11689|For your love would I do so well, 11689|And not only for my dear. 11689|And, sweetling, if it's not so dear 11689|That I can give you my best thanks, 11689|Then so much the happier I 11689|I would not give it, boy. 11689|I'll tell you something now, by the way, 11689|For the sake of that old letter to you, 11689|That came to me one summer night 11689|From the window of that room of mine, 11689|Where I hid from the storm of the world, 11689|In an old little room of mine. 11689|Oh, it's cold in that old room of mine 11689|But I can feel it when I walk! 11689|I shall sleep well now in that old room 11689|Of me, that I gave you, boy. 11689|A boy with a mother 11689|In the old room, 11689| ======================================== SAMPLE 8790 ======================================== 1304|I wish the Lord had brought 1304|A halo of the skies; 1304|His mercy unto me hath wrought, 1304|But wilt thou not relent! 1304|I wish to dance, so freely do, 1304|Upon a gold-bright tree; 1304|With all the world between my feet, 1304|My hands would please thee not. 1304|My heart is weary of thine arms; 1304|Thy face it has awake: 1304|Why tryst thou to forget me? 1304|I am content with thine. 1304|My head doth ache with thought to lie 1304|And languish into sleep; 1304|I would that I might die at once, 1304|To fly to escape thee: 1304|Thou art the beauty of the earth, 1304|And her griefs thee give: 1304|I did not make them, I away, 1304|But they find me come to thee. 1304|My heart it is not strong nor true, 1304|To do thee or to love thee: 1304|The love it hath for thee, that breaks 1304|In ruin over my own heart, 1304|The deep, the deep distress 1304|It feels when thou, to-morrow, dost hear 1304|One letter from a lover. 1304|Yet I will trust it with all care, 1304|In God, who doth my comfort give, 1304|And will to him, though his were ev'n I, 1304|The lover's right--not his. 1304|My soul, my soul is weary 1304|Of all your cares and tricks; 1304|But, O my soul, my soul, 1304|I'd rather be dead than weary, 1304|So many sorrows be! 1304|How the birds on yonder spray 1304|Sing in the summer weather, 1304|When all the world is gay and gay, 1304|And every heart is gay; 1304|And summer is a month of bliss, 1304|And birth-times are the same, 1304|Each coming day is a jest-- 1304|The birds sing. 1304|O let me be as happy! 1304|If there's one thing true about me, 1304|'Twill be that when I grow rich 1304|I'll feel contented. 1304|There's no rest for the poor man 1304|In a hut with thorns and beams; 1304|No night-caps o' blue linen 1304|But a mangy-blanket jacket; 1304|A dreary life's a miserable one, 1304|We take no rest from the world's mirth, 1304|But labour till our spirits do ache: 1304|Our pleasures come at last--not then-- 1304|The world is always going round, 1304|And all that we have shall expire, 1304|And none can tell who 'tis that smiles. 1304|If the world should come, and all be lost, 1304|But thou and I--myself--may live, 1304|I'd not forget the dear old ways, 1304|That used for joy and pleasure me; 1304|The light that clung about my days, 1304|The love that made me what I am. 1304|Then would the world my peace regain; 1304|Not till then its joys and pains 1304|Were laid aside, and all forgot, 1304|And all the trouble be forgot: 1304|Then would the world my peace regain, 1304|If I were what I once was. 1304|I shall not die unwept, 1304|I shall not be unwept: 1304|I am well at rest: 1304|When men die, men shall atone, 1304|And I, for I am one. 1304|I am not blind, I will not be 1304|Unwept or uncreate: 1304|But I am well at rest, 1304|And if I could but see 1304|The face I would not sigh, 1304|Seeing it will never die 1304|For men will never die. 1304|My soul has had a fair surprise; 1304|With the white lily crowned 1304|Had she been born ======================================== SAMPLE 8800 ======================================== 15370|To a small-pox, and a great many more, 15370|Or that big-beaked eagle, of our trade, 15370|And the eagle in an enormous net-- 15370|Or all the beagles in our country. 15370|For, the little-spread Eagle, while we say 15370|A bird and a woman at the same glance, 15370|Is a whole nation of nations met 15370|In one giant eagle, all the time. 15370|"When the eagle's plumed head is down, 15370|He can't get off his feet, 'cause he's big, 15370|His head being quite a foot in diameter. 15370|His head and wings, indeed, must bear 15370|A certain load of feather, which he does. 15370|It's the same with a large eagle's wings, 15370|His beak being quite a foot in length. 15370|A larger eagle, when full grown, may 15370|For a short hour be seen to fly-- 15370|Then the public, as it happens oft, 15370|Learn a great deal about his beak, 15370|And the cause of his immense distress. 15370|You can get it from the feathers of both. 15370|And, when you've done your work, and all is said, 15370|You must know all your bird's fortune, I think; 15370|And this is the proper thing to say, 15370|"Sir, I'd say you're like a good bird, but poor. 15370|I'd sooner not be the poor, and fly 15370|Wherever the worst fortune's to be found! 15370|I've done, to myself, nothing but soar, 15370|And am not pleased at being so!" 15370|And this is what your owl says to you: 15370|"I shall not make it out two minutes ago 15370|(Oh! I'm very tired, sir!) I have been dreaming 15370|Of good hunting. What the luck is, then, to him 15370|Who's fond of luck! There's but one way to tell 15370|Who hunts the eagle--to hunt wild and free, 15370|And 'tis the same as hunting wild and strong. 15370|"When the bird's out of range (but just before 15370|It leaves its nest and mates and dallies), say 15370|The words of Merlin the Angel's Song, 15370|"The Eagle must find the Eagle soon; 15370|It will outroot the Eagle anyhow. 15370|The Eagle may get away with feathers now; 15370|The hawk may fear, as it has once done so, 15370|But not for much the less--the bird is worth 15370|Nothing to hawks; it's worth thinking of." 15370|I cannot find my way back--'tis gone; 15370|I can't believe there's one like you and me. 15370|I mustn't think of them, nor yet of you, 15370|For all your friendliness, to the past month, 15370|At the heart of which I feel in a shiver. 15370|There'll never be a life with them to meet, 15370|I fear; their death, if there'd been enough, 15370|Had surely done it. 15370|And you're going to say 15370|Your way would save us both, 15370|When, alas! I wish 15370|You were in _our_ place to be 15370|As a friend and a brother! 15370|What if the dove, 15370|Which first was lost in this vast desert land, 15370|Had been snatched from the nestlings of your breast, 15370|With a voice and a little with eyes, 15370|And a touch of the white and the brown, 15370|Just as they're taught to do, no doubt-- 15370|To fly with the eagle in the air, 15370|Or to chase the bird! 15370|In all our nests, 15370|And all our trellises, 15370|And all our boughs and underbrush beds, 15370|With the plovers and the herons and the lambs, 15370|And with wild-fowl we can name and to name. 15370|A mother wild enough, I know, 15370|To leave her young to be their fathers' care, ======================================== SAMPLE 8810 ======================================== 28796|_Chains_ are fastenings which have been fastened to 28796|a horse's forehead. These can be of gold, bronze, or 28796|silk, with points running off at the front. 28796|_Candy_ is obtained from the _tether_, an instrument for 28796|locking the horse to a man. It is chiefly used to fasten 28796|pounds of grain to the crops, like the _chaining_, before 28796|pow-mills; however, there is a small difference between 28796|these devices, which sometimes makes them disagree with 28796|the _gouge_, a single whip, made with some kind of 28796|machinery. 28796|This device was introduced about the middle of the 28796|nineteenth century. It was then too early recognized, and 28796|frequently used by horses, in spite of the fact that it was 28796|unusual. 28796|(b) _Rattle_--A chain of copper or silver, having no turnings 28796|at all, but pointing straight down instead of going 28796|around the head and neck. 28796|(b1) _Scales_--Scales representing the length of a horse, and 28796|representing pounds, feet, and the length of a yard. 28796|(b2) _Shoes_--Shoes made of leather with handles of 28796|leather or wood. 28796|(b3) _Ties_--Wrenches with which the horse's body is 28796|armored. 28796|(b4) _Tire_--The part of the animal which makes the 28796|horse happy. 28796|(b5) _Tire-peg_--An upper device for fixing the horse to 28796|a cart, made of a chain of leather or with the thumb 28796|joining the nail. 28796|(_Chains and thongs_) 28796|(b) _Valkyr--A noble horse of very high race. See __Feline_, 28796|(_Chaining_) 28796|_Wagtail--A very sleek, very sleek animal. 28796|(b6) _Wangsterson--A horse drawn by a human foot. 28796|(_Cable_) 28796|_Wagtailcat--A very sleek, very sleek animal.] 28796|(_Chaining_) 28796|(b7) _Weasel-billed Chickens--Horses which have never been 28796|living on land and drinking water at the same time._ 28796|(a) _Wenn er zu Gott' nur leise denn Lebenspiegel_, _The 28796|"My tail is at the bottom of my nest."] 28796|_(All this with passion and much laughter_.) 28796|(b) _The _Beau_--a horse with a wide and shining tail. 28796|(_Cable_) 28796|_Black-eyed Peas_--Horses with black noses. 28796|_Boer Sheep--Horses with horns._ 28796|_Bussel Horse--A horse which may be supposed to be 28796|an advertisement of the English nature._] 28796|(_All this, with pain not to over-rate the poetry_.) 28796|(c) _Cannikin_--Horses with short tails. The name _Cannikin_ 28796|is given to almost all modern stable Dutch horses, though 28796|(d) _Carliner's Cat'--a pet dog-cat. 28796|(_All this in a single hour, with joy_.) 28796|(_Chains and thongs_) 28796|_Cow-pig--A pig of a certain state._ 28796|(_The name of the horse is very vulgar, so as not to be 28796|conferred upon it._) 28796|_Daffodil--A _gold_ horse, with golden ears._ 28796|(_To play _Dolly Parton_--that is, to ride 28796|on steeds, in some sort, with a bag, and a spurs, 28796|and a whip, and the rest, without ever 28796|being ridden on for pleasure._) 28796|_Derry down--a certain horse to the Duke of 28796|_Muddy-wool ======================================== SAMPLE 8820 ======================================== 18500|With an untaught hand 18500|To make a poet! 18500|The muse is born in rhyme, 18500|(O, was it ever so?) 18500|And yet how lightly she's brought 18500|The stanzas of mankind, 18500|That we may glimpse her power, 18500|And see her might! 18500|With a mirthfulness rare 18500|Her looks of woe; 18500|A wit, a gloom, a woe, 18500|Her heart o' mischance: 18500|Her doom is heavy-maid, 18500|Her doom is bitter-morn, 18500|As she sits brooding, 18500|At dawn's first dewy dawn, 18500|On the leaf-fringed hill, 18500|The cot of Lizzie Low, 18500|The darling of her care, 18500|In all she does and says. 18500|The mirth-lady frowns 18500|That I, in the blossom-time, 18500|Shall meet again, in the spring, 18500|When the woodbine buds anew, 18500|And the pink begins to twine. 18500|Oh, how shall I meet again, 18500|The blissful time, at spring-time, 18500|When the primrose, with the thistle, 18500|Fills the sweet air with scent? 18500|How shall I meet again 18500|When all is faded and past, 18500|With the light of life's past? 18500|When we two are taken from our play, 18500|By the houseless, or the blind? 18500|Away, ye joyless ones; my voice is thine, 18500|While the rainbow-coloured ripples spread 18500|Their light in the fading west, and sing, 18500|While from hill to hill the chase is still, 18500|Thou brightest onward, as onward yet. 18500|When down the stream, on the mountain's side, 18500|Down the windy mountain side, 18500|The westering sun still holds his course, 18500|The sunset still remains; 18500|And there's a sound of sighings and songs 18500|In the air that shakes the world, 18500|To the hollow echoes that sweetly float 18500|From the wooded heights of Maine! 18500|I saw a maiden on the lawn, 18500|I heard her singing near, 18500|I could not help but hear; 18500|It 's wither'd up my heart, my dear, 18500|I sicken'd at the sound-- 18500|The song of The Old Return, my Dear! 18500|I 'm wither'd as the meadow where 18500|A shepherd chanced to stray, 18500|I 'm wither'd, too, by the ford, my Dear, 18500|And so is my heart. 18500|But this mischance cannot move my heart, 18500|Nor does the lamenting face; 18500|She will return, I hope in spring, 18500|And find my nature new. 18500|The song of The Old Return, my Dear! 18500|The sun shone bright and warm, 18500|And lightsomely the youth and maids did meet, 18500|To welcome in the year; 18500|It was a merry time, they say, 18500|In all the gay array, 18500|But 'twas to meet auld Queenstown's lad-- 18500|To meet her ain son. 18500|She dress'd him in his gay attire; 18500|She kiss'd his cheek; she said, 18500|"How 's John Smith, Willie, my surest betide, 18500|For siccan strings he sings." 18500|"He 's a good young man, my dira dira," 18500|And all the rest did say; 18500|It was a happy morn in Spring: 18500|And many happy maidens fair, 18500|In all the gay array. 18500|The merry morn in May was fair, 18500|When Queenborough's merry sons 18500|For siccan strings they sang. 18500|He 's a good young man, my dira dira, 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 8830 ======================================== 1054|To the bower they came. 1054|"And then the lily was a wan, 1054|And the daisy a tear; 1054|"And then the lily was a lie, 1054|For the red and the white; 1054|"The sun's bright rays were all a-swine, 1054|With the dew yet in his ee; 1054|"The sun's bright rays were all a-bow, 1054|For he drave us away." 1054|There grew a tree of green boughs 1054|Upon the wold, 1054|And a green foy to his fause heart 1054|That was a-bed. 1054|Then they rose one after one, 1054|And went to rest; 1054|And the first to the second rose 1054|Was a younge man. 1054|Then the second to the last 1054|To the youngest at the door; 1054|And the youngest at the door to the first 1054|Was a lark as grey. 1054|Then the youngest at the door to the first 1054|To the oldest at the door; 1054|And the oldest at the door to the youngest 1054|Was a little baby. 1054|Then the oldest at the door to the youngest 1054|To the youngest at the door, 1054|And the youngest at the door to the oldest 1054|She had nane. 1054|When the youngest to the youngest 1054|At the door had nane; 1054|And the youngest at the door to the oldest 1054|Hadn't nane, 1054|"The night, O come hither, laddie! my Mary, 1054|The night, O come hither, laddie! my Mary, 1054|And I'll bury you." 1054|When the youngest at the door had nane; 1054|And the oldest at the door to the youngest 1054|She had nane, 1054|She gat her white girdle-rope again, 1054|To wrap her in a fairer gowden shroud, 1054|That was of silver sheen. 1054|Then they rose one by one, and then 1054|They all did go, 1054|And with it the first to the other were, 1054|And they buried John. 1054|Then they raised a flag of shame, 1054|And then they all did lave, 1054|And then they rose one by one, and then 1054|They all did lave. 1054|"We'll be brave, we'll be brave, 1054|I wish a thousand year ago, 1054|But a muckle man was we, 1054|To let this puddock row! 1054|"I wish the time had come 1054|Some thirty years ago, 1054|That we were young and gay, 1054|And then would we all row; 1054|We'd see our loving true love 1054|All in a-glamour spring." 1054|Then rose the song of "Hoot-a-by!" 1054|And all the tumblers did say, 1054|"Let me be hanged, alas! 1054|Let me be hanged, alas! 1054|Hoot! for it is high night, 1054|And I wish I were behind." 1054|And then the hour of peril came, 1054|And rowers must row, 1054|And he that was foremost was hanged, 1054|And he that was second was drowned. 1054|But there was a man was drowned right, 1054|With all his rowers three; 1054|And if they'd row well to the end, 1054|He'd row without a floundering flake. 1054|They rowed till the sun was quite low, 1054|And then each did lie. 1054|"Hoot! for it is high night, 1054|And I wish I were behind. 1054|And there we are layin' the tea-things in, 1054|And it's row all right for me; 1054|'Twere no mischief, I hope, if we'd some, 1054|If we'd a dollar or two." 1054|Said a little man to the village that was about to send ======================================== SAMPLE 8840 ======================================== 12242|In some place dark and still 12242|It's very sweet to think 12242|We'll never see again 12242|The sun or moon or stars. 12242|The trees that side the road 12242|Are darker-green than ours; 12242|The boughs that grow between 12242|The road and my heart 12242|Are fringing darker-green. 12242|The grass is sweeter yet 12242|Than is the vestige of May; 12242|The flowers are sweeter yet 12242|Than are the flowers we reap. 12242|The grass is sweeter yet 12242|Than is the vestige of May; 12242|The flowers are fringed with blue 12242|Than is the earth beneath. 12242|The season is beautiful; 12242|We are not quite afraid: 12242|We are not quite afraid 12242|Of summer's beautiful days. 12242|But when the sky is very blue, 12242|And all the trees and hedges be in the green, 12242|And all the ways be beautiful, and all the ways be good, 12242|And a little wind moves up the chill October sky, 12242|And a little wind from out the underwoods; 12242|I wonder, should I not wonder what we may find 12242|In the hearts of these lovely things? 12242|In the hearts of these lovely things, 12242|In your woods and my woods, O forest tree! 12242|In the hearts of these lovely things, 12242|I think I hear you always crying. 12242|The wind is sad 12242|But carries sad thoughts. 12242|The sky is sad 12242|For birds and birds, 12242|The sad sky. 12242|To be sad is in 12242|The soul of man; 12242|If one be sad 12242|Is he of it, 12242|Or nature? 12242|The flowers are glad 12242|That are so fair; 12242|But we are glad 12242|As birds and boys. 12242|The sky is glad, 12242|The wind, the child, 12242|What can be glad in nature? 12242|You know, of course, 12242|When birds are happy 12242|It is a very strange thing. 12242|I've observed it myself 12242|When children are singing, and leaping, and crying. 12242|And yet our mind is sad, 12242|And this is well reflected 12242|In the colouring of flowers: 12242|The pale blue and white; 12242|The shape on the window-sill 12242|Most unlike a flower; 12242|A melancholy bird 12242|Upon the wing; 12242|A human shadow near; 12242|A human footfall 12242|Upon the floor; 12242|A human speaking 12242|Among his children; 12242|A human presence; 12242|And, in the springtime, 12242|The sad-eyed bee; 12242|A human voice 12242|Out singling out; 12242|The human voice 12242|Having grief; 12242|The human presence 12242|With its own sad presence; 12242|A human face; 12242|The sorrowful; 12242|A human face 12242|With its own sad presence; 12242|A human touch; 12242|The pitying; 12242|The mother-touch; 12242|And then, I think, 12242|The melancholy 12242|At closing up the eyes. 12242|You know the rest, 12242|The flowers of feeling, 12242|The fields of knowledge; 12242|So never let us speak 12242|Of dreams and fancy, -- 12242|And we will go 12242|With no regrets 12242|Till morning come. 12242|I have no other dream 12242|Than a white, sweet spot 12242|Right in the middle where I am. 12242|When I lie in the golden glow, 12242|With a cup to drink and a good arm to take 12242|This cup along with me, the rest of the tale 12242|Shall be a thought -- it may save a life. 12242|So this is the world, where dwell 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 8850 ======================================== 12242|For a moment I turned; 12242|Ah, what are roses to thee? 12242|She was fair, and youthful, 12242|And her hair made sunny June; 12242|But I like the red roses, 12242|Which are grown in darkness 12242|Since the last sweet-heart passed. 12242|I will go down to the river, 12242|And swim through its foam for you; 12242|I will follow where she is, 12242|For I need a lull to the hours. 12242|There will be silence and repose; 12242|There will be fairy-land for my sake, 12242|For the lily, the primrose, 12242|And the vine that lives in the sun. 12242|"What are fairy-lands and fairy flowers 12242|And fairy folks, anyway?" 12242|I do not care if you do, 12242|For I care because 12242|I can look up for one year 12242|And look for the other down. 12242|I was a child who could not stay; 12242|I was a child who could not roam; 12242|And I was told 12242|That, like 12242|A friend, she waited 12242|For me to come at six 12242|Or ask if anything she had done. 12242|But now, what am I saying? 12242|When I was a boy, I can see 12242|That I was all alone 12242|In the world; 12242|And yet, at time, 12242|I shall sit down 12242|On a chair in the corner 12242|And say, if you please, 12242|If anything of a child I knew: 12242|I shall not say, 12242|As I have been accustomed, 12242|"If you have been good to her 12242|At her wedding at all" -- 12242|No! I shall say, 12242|"If you have hurt her 12242|Because she was your friend, 12242|And because you thought 12242|You could make her happy, -- 12242|The way I will say it, 12242|"The way I will dare say, 12242|If, after all, she was always true." 12242|To be kind to her, 12242|And to relent 12242|To her fond regret 12242|When that were not possible; 12242|To believe 12242|In the goodness of her, 12242|If it were not hers, 12242|And to love her, in spite 12242|Of all she might say, 12242|If it were not possible! 12242|I told the little nurse I would not go. 12242|I told her I was very tired, and so was she. 12242|There was no turning back then. 12242|I went straight upstairs and brushed out the darlings. 12242|It was another hour 12242|Before I could enter my room. 12242|The sun was very near, 12242|And I heard him make 12242|Some kind of speech 12242|I understood, at least, 12242|And he was rubbing my arm. 12242|"How is your arm, little girl?" 12242|"Oh, what's wrong?" 12242|"See! you've tickled it, 12242|And your arm looks a little red. 12242|What can it be, the little arm?" 12242|"Oh, nothing; there's nothing; 12242|Only a stocking; have a nice, big day, 12242|Big and cozy as Mother Hubbard's arm!" 12242|But, at the sight of a stocking, 12242|I squashed it into tiny bits; 12242|It was sodden my cotton dresses; 12242|I put it on at the dry half of May. 12242|And this was the reason why I went to sea 12242|To see if I could find a larger salary. 12242|I had a ship, with sails, and all that you wanted; 12242|Well, I had my salary, 12242|But I had my passenger 12242|As well. 12242|It must have been the dravest of places 12242|Where I could find a sweeter passenger. 12242|For, in those days of sailing, 12242|When passengers ======================================== SAMPLE 8860 ======================================== 1280|The house of God is in the cellar-- 1280|The God of Nature--that's the whole point. 1280|THE SUN is in his liver 1280|Whose dust is silvered with morn; 1280|He goes to the feast of the stars 1280|When Eve sleeps on the ground; 1280|And on his shoulder 1280|He bears a serpent: 1280|He is the god of Night, 1280|And the God of War is his tail. 1280|THE MONKEY walks in the garden, 1280|A-wooing merrily; 1280|The cherry branches quiver and 1280|The cherry blossoms fall-- 1280|The monkey has touched his tail 1280|And now sits on a tree 1280|And talks for hours 1280|Till the breeze is blowing, 1280|But he cannot speak to us 1280|Of the new moon and the sea. 1280|THE MONKEY looks out on the garden, 1280|Looks out of his liver 1280|Until he cries out, "Oh! 1280|The moon is out!" 1280|But the monkeys do not know 1280|The mystery that is at them-- 1280|They sit on trees, and in gardens 1280|And eat apple trees 1280|And drink almond trees; 1280|And the flowers of the fields overflow 1280|With honey from their lips, 1280|And the bees come through the windows 1280|And murmur among them. 1280|THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN lifts up its hands 1280|And asks that God not make it desolate, 1280|And asks that God should keep it from the grasp 1280|Of evil fiends. 1280|The words of love are spoken, but the words 1280|That make it happy, as a thing of earth, 1280|Are broken by Satan, with his smile 1280|A-wooing her. 1280|The words of peace are said, and they are broken, 1280|Saying, "Thou canst but remember--thou canst-- 1280|The words thy mother taught thy dear one, 1280|And that thou knowest well-- 1280|The words thy father taught thy dear one," 1280|And their hands slip down 1280|And lie upon the stone that is lying 1280|Like a dead man's. 1280|A KINGDOM IS a little house of flesh 1280|That the King of the Universe builds over; 1280|And each little house is only a tower 1280|Built to the very height of God's Omnipotence. 1280|There is nothing here that is mine--there is nothing 1280|There is nothing there that can be prized, 1280|Save as a symbol to the soul of God to-day: 1280|This--that--the--other. 1280|WELL, now that you've heard the sad things, 1280|I don't know what to say, it sounds to me 1280|Like a tale that I have heard in the papers, 1280|About a shipwreck in which a family 1280|Of us Floridians were wrecked and sank. 1280|The ship was made by Charles Evans, and first 1280|It ran aground on Florida's Atlantic coast, 1280|And as we didn't have guns, we used the paddle, 1280|Which kept our fighting men alive. 1280|A group of us came from our hospital ward 1280|To search for bodies on the beach, 1280|And we found them dead upon the sands, 1280|We bore them to the shore as we bade adieu. 1280|The shipwreck victims and the Evanses-- 1280|And that is why there is a memorial stone 1280|Upon the shore--that's why. 1280|THERE are no words to tell of the joy 1280|I have had on this hot and windless day, 1280|And the rapture of an evening spent 1280|With myself, and my wonderful love: 1280|But the names of the loved ones will suffice 1280|To tell the tale of what I've had to do-- 1280|Three names that are very familiar faces 1280|To me--the boys were lost in England, 1280|The girls were found in Alaska. 1280|THERE are no words to ======================================== SAMPLE 8870 ======================================== 30391|Of those that follow her no less than of the rest: 30391|And many will join with the best of the rest, 30391|And a new world be founded from such a land. 30391|And, at thy bidding, great kings will rise 30391|To power when this world shall pass on its way, 30391|And with her new life, make many a world new. 30391|And the earth, for a sign of thee, will be 30391|A fairer world than any world of the first; 30391|And, in her might, the sun, her friend, shall leap 30391|To join her in the morn, with her starry mates. 30391|So, from God's will, the world will be made new; 30391|The days will pass with a new sun in her shine, 30391|And life shall rise ere long, a sun of the year. 30391|There'll be joys and sorrows in heaven, and mirth 30391|And sadness too on earth that the sons of men 30391|May drink when the world's tides run on their way-- 30391|A new world's life, a new world's destiny. 30391|Hail, son of the sun! For thy coming fills 30391|A world with gladness and rapture, and glows 30391|A night with glory: thou in thy starry train 30391|Risest, and glows thro' the ages of morn. 30391|In the wide heavens where the world's sons live 30391|Thou lov'st to shine, and from thy burning head 30391|Thy radiance burns thro' ages without end. 30391|The age of the sun and the starry race, 30391|Where in the sun's deep embrace they wait 30391|Their golden hour, is at hand: the world's sons 30391|March in their time of life to the goal, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon. 30391|This is a tale that comes from our own wild 30391|And lovely land, 30391|Where the world-worn sun-crowned, world-worshipped soul 30391|Shines with the old, 30391|Where the heart, the hand, the eye, the mind, 30391|And the true, have all 30391|That we have ever known, 30391|And a new world's life is born, a new day, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon. 30391|Oh, there is glory in the world's birth, 30391|A new life, a new life is born; 30391|And a world whose joys have gone 30391|To make new earth, 30391|And a new world's life is now born, a new night, 30391|And a new world's life is now born full soon. 30391|And our world's joys are yet to come! 30391|And so, when the stars meet and the worlds change, 30391|This world shall pass, 30391|And a new world's life is born, new life! 30391|The world grows old, we may be old, 30391|And the blood is warm and the world grows old; 30391|But at length the world's heart grows bold 30391|And it wakes and it wakes, 30391|And the world is now born, the new sun! 30391|The old world dies. Oh, then, let it die! 30391|And the earth with her dawn's first radiance flings 30391|Through her dawning, and the new sun is born; 30391|And we have no choice of life 30391|At all times, and at all times we die. 30391|The old world's death is not death! A new day, 30391|New earth, new life is but born anew; 30391|And we have no choice of life 30391|At all times, 30391|But of death, 30391|And what life will we give 30391|To a new world's life? 30391|And when the world's sons come in the spring, 30391|And the world's gold and a new day is born, 30391|And new earth dies and new life still grows 30391|And the old world still lives, 30391|Then, dear child ======================================== SAMPLE 8880 ======================================== 18396|With a smile from the Queen of the Forest. 18396|I wish her a merry Christmas; 18396|I wish her another one, too. 18396|I wish them--but my eyes are bleared 18396|With tears o' night for the birth o' light; 18396|I am but a lowly harper, 18396|My harp is scarcely of worth; 18396|For a better, fairer harp would seek 18396|The maiden of thy heart to-night. 18396|Oh! would that all the world so blest 18396|As my love could soothe, my sweet; 18396|As its gladsome murmur could be 18396|A blissful jest, or a prayer! 18396|A harp-string, from my love could strain, 18396|And, when sweet sounds were nearest, sing! 18396|When the stars were in the heavens, 18396|In their chambers dim, 18396|And night's chill curtain drew 18396|O'er earth and heaven below, 18396|How soon the heart was waked! 18396|How soon each star the soul 18396|Of darkness bore! 18396|With its light and life beguil'd, 18396|With its love that glow'd, 18396|How soon, as from a slumber, 18396|The spirit fled! 18396|What could it know of love, 18396|Since no answer came 18396|Told from the heart! I knew; and, too, 18396|That my love not aught 18396|Might wish, at such a time, to know 18396|In any hallow'd place! 18396|'Tis the night o'er moonlight waves, 18396|I can scarce distinguish hour: 18396|The sky so far is bright, I can 18396|No more discern whether day or night; 18396|But I cannot help supping, 18396|Feeling, night-long, like wan 18396|And woeful despair. 18396|A weary dreary day 18396|Has passed in yonder glade; 18396|The bird is silent there; 18396|And, while I rouse, I know 18396|That I'm dreaming true. 18396|'Tis the night o'er moonlight waves-- 18396|Night that shall never part-- 18396|No bird hath sent 18396|Hope, in that dim retreat, 18396|To break in daylight dim. 18396|I dream that dawn is near; 18396|And that some wand'ring sprite 18396|In the glimmering West is seen 18396|To dart and wander fast-- 18396|The dearest spirit there, 18396|A maiden fair. 18396|'Tis the morning; and the day, 18396|The world so full of life, 18396|That, with bright eyes aflame, 18396|From his bright throne he springs-- 18396|The maiden fair. 18396|But oh! she has no tongue, 18396|All speech is gone to nought; 18396|She glides through darkness through 18396|Life's dull and dreary ways, 18396|And, onward to that sweet 18396|Nor light nor darkness brings! 18396|But, hark! it is the voice 18396|Of the maiden's lute; 18396|It brings me back again 18396|The day's happy hour. 18396|In the daybreak I should meet thee, 18396|In the autumn eve, and love; 18396|Oh! then I should think--there's nothing, 18396|In the world, so sweet as thine! 18396|I could look through the stars, when I 18396|Was dwelling on the sea, 18396|So dimly, faintly, faintly 18396|Could be seen in the wave; 18396|With thee, what pleasure would it bring-- 18396|Singing, singing high 18396|To the waves the music of the wood; 18396|How like a soul it would be 18396|In the solitude. 18396|And with thee would the waves, like the breeze 18396|From the meadows of Italy, 18396|Or the lark, in England's sky, 18396|Be wakened?--and all the woods ======================================== SAMPLE 8890 ======================================== 34237|And a song broke forth that rang 34237|With the music of hearts, 34237|And the air with the music rang. 34237|But alas! for our little man 34237|We heard only the sound 34237|Of his voice as he rose from the sea, 34237|And the music of hearts was drowned-- 34237|It was only the music of 34237|Stolen hearts that rang so! 34237|For none may come this way, my love, none, 34237|While the world is wild with rumor, 34237|And the hills with the legend of shame 34237|Run, run, run, and echo all night; 34237|No, never a-distant shall be 34237|One voice of the world to greet Mary, 34237|While it rings with the rumor of shame. 34237|The night's the time to come and go; 34237|The morning's the time to rise! 34237|O, if some one may have trouble, 34237|And a little trouble can heal, 34237|Let him take help and come to me; 34237|For help is many times many; 34237|It's just "Let there be Love," says I. 34237|And I know that the night's the time to come and go, 34237|And the morning's the time to rise; 34237|For there comes to each little spirit a God-speed, 34237|And O my lover, love! love I say; 34237|For I'm going _upward, upward!_ 34237|But what does Love do in Heaven? 34237|He makes the heaven more gay, 34237|Soothes the hearts that ache and ache, 34237|Calls Angels to the cup we drain, 34237|And soothes to rest the weary. 34237|No, no, Love is not satisfied, 34237|For then 't would be a long while 34237|From the night's beginning to the night 34237|Since the morning's beginning to peep. 34237|Then, with singing and with dirge 34237|I shall go seek him, oh! 34237|Oh, sing me to him for ever, 34237|Oh, let me go forever hence! 34237|Why should I go seek my Love? 34237|There's one in Heaven who longs. 34237|Then why not sing the others too? 34237|There's one in Heaven who longs; 34237|And then, that's not so far away 34237|For me, sing I to my Love. 34237|For Mary was merry and sweet 34237|With her dancing girls all dressed in blue, 34237|So pretty was each blue-faced lass; 34237|It seem'd a pleasure to feed her. 34237|Heigh-ho, what a merry Christmas! 34237|See how the cherries grow! 34237|See how the cherries grow, 34237|This is not the first time. 34237|This is not the first time. 34237|See how the cherries grow! 34237|See how the cherries grow, 34237|This is not the first time. 34237|What was that you said? 34237|Yes, that I was: 34237|That's how I found out. 34237|My mother never lies to me; 34237|We all knew it by heart, 34237|How much it hurt us both. 34237|We did not talk about it. 34237|We both felt so alone, 34237|And the secret kept from her, 34237|We all thought was all right. 34237|How does the Christmas tree make 34237|Me all red and rosy? 34237|How does it make the wind blow 34237|Over the snow? 34237|I don't know. They must put some wood 34237|Around the cherries once. 34237|The snow would melt away. 34237|But now they are all come out, 34237|And we see the firelight shine 34237|Upon the village door. 34237|The Christmas party comes, 34237|The chimneys sing; 34237|The mistletoe and mistletoe, 34237|And the bells, 34237|Ring, bells, ring 34237|Ring, in the snow. 34237|How does the old man remember things ======================================== SAMPLE 8900 ======================================== 1280|The house is hers to clear: 1280|I have a man's capacity, 1280|One's share of the good land. 1280|So she can get a mortgage, 1280|Firmly fixed at twenty. 1280|I have no man's capacity, 1280|No, no man's capacity. 1280|I must say good-night to you, 1280|And to my father. 1280|THE town is thronged with traffic and people. 1280|The street is so crowded. 1280|The town is thronged with traffic and people. 1280|The city has filled its floors all over. 1280|I wonder why we can't hold out longer? 1280|The town is crowded with traffic and people. 1280|I wonder how we can hold out longer? 1280|I SEND you a note: 1280|The town is thronged with traffic and people. 1280|There's a horse down the street that's very black: 1280|They'll make a match, 1280|Let's see. 1280|Now let's see. 1280|I've lost some money in the bank. 1280|And now I have come on a sour stomach. 1280|I'm hungry as a cat 1280|I wish I was dead. 1280|How long I've been sick so you don't know. 1280|I'm sick enough in the streets. 1280|To-day I got a bad cold. 1280|And you don't know the difference 't makes. 1280|The town is crowded with traffic and people. 1280|I've been there so long, 1280|I know how busy it is. 1280|I'm going to stay. 1280|I've had so much of it. 1280|If I had just as much as you have, 1280|I never would want to stay. 1280|I'd hurry out and get a job 1280|If I could have a bit more money. 1280|I'm too old. 1280|I'm seventy-two. 1280|The city is crowded with traffic and people, 1280|The town is crowded with traffic and people. 1280|THE water-plane is flying 1280|Above the city 1280|Like a bunch of lilies 1280|Out there on the shore. 1280|And the trees that stand on the water-line 1280|Are carrying the water 1280|Over the houses 1280|And the clouds that are overhead. 1280|And the little boats come rolling in 1280|From the harbor down the river. 1280|And there are many of them, 1280|And they are carrying in many of them, 1280|Old men, and women, and children. 1280|And the children are coming to swim. 1280|And the children, too, 1280|As the water-balls come swimming to my knees, 1280|Over and over and over they come. 1280|They're very beautiful. 1280|And the clouds that are overhead 1280|Are carrying the clouds 1280|And over the city 1280|The clouds, and the water, and all the clouds! 1280|The water's flowing over, 1280|Across the harbor-- 1280|And a boat with a flag floating on the bows is racing in. 1280|How do you like to go sailing on the water-- 1280|With little lights below to guide you and nothing to climb? 1280|Here's always a ladder for you. 1280|And here's a ladder for me! 1280|To watch the ships going over in the sky. 1280|It's better far away than at sea to live-- 1280|To see the clouds roll in the sky and drown the shore. 1280|But I've just to watch from this window here, 1280|And watch the ship-bells ringing, 1280|And all the passengers falling down below. 1280|And the little lights in the sky, 1280|What do you think I'm going to think-- 1280|That people are drowned--the city-wall is falling? 1280|How come you keep out of the way of falling? 1280|You're always so busy looking down that you don't care. 1280|So many are drowning, not one of you knows where 1280|they ======================================== SAMPLE 8910 ======================================== 27370|He never will be with me. 27370|O Thou who didst, by faith, make heaven, 27370|Give not my heart a place. 27370|All, all is well, but life's way, 27370|The long, the sad, the dark; 27370|But the heart is never still, 27370|And all I say is truth;-- 27370|I can tell but what I know, 27370|Or if any thing at all-- 27370|A smile or a tear. 27370|The world is growing dim, 27370|The flowers and the grass are here, 27370|But the heart can never bloom, 27370|Nor the heart be glad, 27370|With no place to rest! 27370|I go the world over, 27370|I seek for love; 27370|But I have not a heart, 27370|Nor a place to dwell, 27370|Where a heart may grow, 27370|I cannot be. 27370|O, my lovely wife! 27370|With your dark eyes, 27370|And your dark eyes, 27370|And your soft white neck! 27370|Why dost thou look down on me, 27370|When I am in the sky? 27370|Why do I hold my soul 27370|Too close about my arm, 27370|And cling with such a force, 27370|As if I were a bird? 27370|O, my dear lovely wife! 27370|With your dark and daring eyes, 27370|And with dark eyes, 27370|And your soft white neck! 27370|Why do I press myself so close 27370|With my heart's blood-soil spread? 27370|Why do I cling to you like tie, 27370|And cling so fast and strong? 27370|Now what can I say, 27370|Now tell the world, 27370|Now turn away and go, 27370|Or, my dear, be still? 27370|I'll not hear that gentle name, 27370|Or that soft young name 27370|So famed, so famous a name, 27370|As Euphemia Kean! 27370|A love so dear, and yet a flame 27370|As if I burned my light 27370|In the night, to be kindled up 27370|To death, and light the darkness too! 27370|And yet, and yet, if I could win 27370|One precious word at length, 27370|One precious word, the one last word, 27370|That may light my path to life,-- 27370|No love which I can keep at heart, 27370|In all my soul-searching years, 27370|I'd use it, for a sign 27370|To tell of that which lies 27370|'Neath the skies, or in the night, 27370|In the dark heart of an unknown heaven! 27370|Dear! are all things beautiful and lovely, 27370|With their light and life, 27370|The very flowers-- 27370|And when, through your garden paths, 27370|You look back to your carolling children, 27370|May you find the sweetest dreams 27370|In their innocent eyes,-- 27370|The dreams that we might have dreamed, 27370|If we had not had to play 27370|The game that no man knows; 27370|Our little lives are made 27370|Of such a precious use. 27370|All things are fair; 27370|The very stars grow dim, 27370|Their radiant beams so far, 27370|When the eyes are far away. 27370|And when the eyes are far away, 27370|All night long in the sky, 27370|You watch, and with a secret thrill of gladness 27370|View the wonderful sky, 27370|And the beautiful clouds above 27370|Like the lovely, trembling flowers that blossom, 27370|And fall about; 27370|In the calm and quiet moon. 27370|But our own wildest joys,-- 27370|As the dreams of childhood thrill again, 27370|And the light heart of youth 27370|For the dear ones of our sorrows comes; 27370|To the friendless and poor we are true; 27370|And the heart is the brother 27370|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 8920 ======================================== 4010|Who, since the world was first founded, 4010|Shall be no more. 4010|We leave the realm of ancient story, 4010|And seek in a stranger land 4010|The light of ancient story: 4010|For oft the light has turned to shadow, 4010|And the star to a meteor's hail, 4010|And the poet to the sailor's gale. 4010|And our hearts in our wandering roam 4010|About this country's ancient haunts - 4010|And, ere we reach its fields and mountains, 4010|Behold its olden heroes rise 4010|From dust and darkness, and their glories - 4010|The Saxon, the Norman, and the Lombard, 4010|The pride of the world's young patriot race; 4010|And in your land the story wakened - 4010|And, with its story, blest a nation! 4010|Here, in this drear and silent glen, 4010|Where never hear the unmelodious moan 4010|Of a world's utter loneliness,' says he, 4010|The lone Minstrel, who was wailing near, 4010|'But a god is near, and it is day.' 4010|Thus was it said in many days, 4010|Long ere the tale had passed away; 4010|But still till now no story seemed 4010|To have the ear that would be true. 4010|And now the story is well-nigh told, 4010|And with no more on earth to go; 4010|And in our humble home of life 4010|The story can ne'er come nigh dying. 4027|The Song was writ in the name of the 4027|Lord Knyhelyn Riveditan Lord of Orkney 4027|by his servant William Tytosby 4027|for William Knyhelyn's servant. 4027|In the name of the Lady Amelia 4027|and in the name of the Earl of Murray 4027|the song was writ in the name of James Murray 4027|for the Earl of Murray's servant William Tytosby 4027|For the lady Amelia, the song is his: - 4027|I am a bird and a bird am I, 4027|I have my home in the air; 4027|I fly in the sunshine or storm, 4027|I sing in a song. 4027|I am a bird and a bird am I, 4027|My nest in the air I hold; 4027|I sing in the shadow of night, 4027|I'm all alone when I sing. 4027|I go to bathe in the waters of 4027|A lake when the sun is high; 4027|I sing in the sunlight by day, 4027|I'm all alone if I go there. 4027|As I think of a bird whose life is 4027|Like mine; and of his birdhood 4027|I sing and I fly till I find 4027|The song that he sang in his soul; 4027|For he sang and loved me well. 4027|I think of a bird who was 4027|A bird like mine; and his soul 4027|Was as air and sunshine, 4027|Air and sunshine and song, 4027|But a birdhood and air; 4027|He had wings and he had wings, 4027|He could sing in the sunshine, 4027|Sing and fly and sing, 4027|He had wings, but a birdhood passed 4027|And his song was not ended. 4027|I love a song and I love a song that sings 4027|To the light that is shed above in a song in my heart. 4027|The stars have gathered there, the stars in their glory; 4027|My little song has risen to their praise above me. 4027|How beautiful and how beautiful are their light in the night, 4027|But light in a song that I sing I cannot find in my heart. 4027|The wind is like a voice to-night in the dark of the night, 4027|My little song is heard in the very heart of the night. 4027|My heart is a lily in bloom where the moon has set for me, 4027|My little song comes in with the light to my world for me. 4027|The stars have gathered them to- ======================================== SAMPLE 8930 ======================================== 25953|He may still be living, son, 25953|While his fair eyes are shining." 25953|Then the hapless father asked: 25953|"Wherefore do you ask me, father, 25953|And what has happened to you, 25953|In the last month of the year?" 25953|Then the lively Lemminkainen 25953|Answered in the words which follow: 25953|"In the last month of the year, 25953|In the time when it is pleasant, 25953|But it does not grow in number, 25953|Therefore the number is not 25953|Greater than the year one knows not. 25953|If I knew the cause of it, 25953|I should know how to deal with it, 25953|And if you you can tell me more, 25953|Then the man may take a thousand, 25953|And the children ten thousand." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"In the time when I was sleeping, 25953|When it is pleasant but few, 25953|And the number is not great, 25953|In this very wretched vessel, 25953|When the winds are not roaring, 25953|I was born upon the water, 25953|And I sailed away to Northland, 25953|And to Kalevala's farthest coast." 25953|Then upon his back he laid him, 25953|Then he said upon his knees: 25953|"Give me then the boat, my boy, 25953|Bring the boat the best you have; 25953|This the best of all the vessels, 25953|And the largest vessel round it, 25953|Take what you have made for it; 25953|And my father's old companion, 25953|Bring the boat unto me, 25953|Bring the vessel to your service, 25953|In the favour of the Northland." 25953|Then the boy, the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|Struck his glove upon the water, 25953|On a rock his glove he placed it, 25953|On the stone the glove of eagle; 25953|And on rock the eagle's feather, 25953|Fell within the boat's chain-eagle, 25953|From the boat at length he lifted, 25953|With his beak he took the birdlet, 25953|Hastened on to Kalevala, 25953|To the Isle of Wabaseu. 25953|'Twas the evening, in the evening, 25953|When the Sun began his journey, 25953|And the Moon was in her orb; 25953|And the Wind began his journey, 25953|To the Ocean's shore he drifted, 25953|And toward the water's surface. 25953|On the water there was water, 25953|As if all the stars were shining; 25953|But the Sun and Moon were shining, 25953|In their ships of stone constructed. 25953|When the little boat was sailing, 25953|And they sailed with their own power, 25953|And upon the river's margin, 25953|From the shore the Sun went sailing 25953|Over the broad sea's border, 25953|Over the rough sea floor, 25953|Till he came to Uraneu's borders, 25953|Where the Sun now settled down, 25953|On the headland's stone foundation, 25953|On the hill-top's crumbling face. 25953|On the hill they built a cabin, 25953|Bought there wood and meat abundant, 25953|And they laid the stones for building; 25953|And two maidens also came there, 25953|To sit near the cabin door, 25953|While the Sun went onward sailing 25953|Over the broad sea's borders, 25953|To the ocean's headlands too. 25953|And they spoke the words which follow: 25953|"O my Sun, who went a-sailing, 25953|And a-sailing, day and night, 25953|And in every wind inspired me, 25953|Now come to our own home, 25953|Now come with favouring breeze 25953|Through the mighty waves, and shake us, 25953|On the rocks o'erweigh us, 25953|O'erwhelm us on the ocean, 25953 ======================================== SAMPLE 8940 ======================================== 8187|By the sea, that, though he loved, must shrink 8187|From a heart and mind made sacred by, 8187|And which would be torn with his own. 8187|This is his last and greatest hour. 8187|Oh! could it be that he who loved 8187|And was loved more tenderly than,-- 8187|While he lived, but clasped and kissed the hand 8187|That loved him the most of all,-- 8187|But one tear, ere they parted, shed 8187|For a pity all too soon to die! 8187|Come! let us go, and, lo the dance! 8187|And hear the music, as it plays, 8187|By young Love's hearthstone, 8187|To all things fair and strange! 8187|Come! come away, come, let us go, 8187|And dance around, while the music plays, 8187|To every sweet and strange! 8187|Let us go, dear, nor long abide, 8187|But while the music and the dance are o'er, 8187|To all things fair and strange! 8187|When the soft evening shades are lengthening, 8187|And through the silent air 8187|The robin sings his last sweet note, 8187|While the green leaves fall; 8187|Then round the leaf-crowned tree in joy, 8187|We twine our wreaths and fling 8187|Our loves-held, heart-worshipped dead, 8187|To the green-robed trees! 8187|Then round the green-robed tree in joy, 8187|We twine our wreaths and fling them all; 8187|And when the air grows chill below, 8187|And darkness comes, 8187|And the moon, like a love-lighted eye, 8187|Looks down upon our grave,-- 8187|Oh! what could ever seem so sweet 8187|In hearts that love love's charms, 8187|But to kiss the dear hands that pressed 8187|And blest its head,-- 8187|Ah! still it sleeps--its rest is fain, 8187|There 'neath the green-helmed tree, 8187|Whose leaves are drooping, who is weeping, 8187|That it might smile on us! 8187|Sweet, dear love, can I behold thee 8187|As thou didst when I was a boy? 8187|Like to the long, long years of yore, 8187|The memories of our early years, 8187|Oh, could I as they are again, 8187|The memories of that happy time! 8187|How sweet had it been to have thee then, 8187|Thou dear, familiar image of youth! 8187|Like to the youthful hours that fled, 8187|Before thy charming eyes and face, 8187|And all, from heart to lips, were sweet;-- 8187|As now I see thee standing by, 8187|Lingering like some sweet image yonder, 8187|When all around seem moving so fast. 8187|Now that they are gone,-- 8187|Sweet scenes ye are to me, 8187|Of days when I was here, 8187|And all around seem moving so fast; 8187|That, while I turn with fond desire, 8187|To breathe the sweet, yet music-like sigh 8187|That, when thou wast nigh, I hear thee sigh, 8187|I see thee smile, 8187|Thy smile, loved one once so dear, 8187|Sweet scenes ye are to me, 8187|Of days when I was here. 8187|What though this bosom, while I sing, 8187|I miss the smile that used to dwell 8187|Amid the dreams so fondly, near; 8187|I miss that smile--and only think, 8187|Waking to it, I see again 8187|That bosom, smiling, whose cheeks were flushed 8187|When thou wast near, whose cheek was pale. 8187|I miss the smile--though, where the cloud 8187|Of years--it flies from memory; 8187|I miss the spell, the power, the spell 8187|That took me when thou stood afar,-- 8187|Oh! could I sleep so once again, ======================================== SAMPLE 8950 ======================================== 5184|With the sword that is in the mail-chest. 5184|"Now I strike the third time the king, 5184|And the hero awakens sleeping, 5184|Rises and walks as was intended. 5184|'Who art thou that thus comest singing 5184|From a distant country unseen?' 5184|"Then I tell the king in answer, 5184|I will tell thee the truth as reflecting, 5184|That thou comest from Pohyola; 5184|Singing of Northland thou singest, 5184|Crook-beards have I brought thee for thy singing, 5184|Crooked-beards, swords, and magic hero 5184|That can rend the cruel iron-clouds 5184|And can sweep away with his aerie sweep 5184|Dreary are the beginnings of thine singing; 5184|By my wisdom thou hast won this contest, 5184|Sing thou now thy song of Northland, 5184|Crook-beards or cruel iron-clouds. 5184|"Crook-beards are brought by myitors, 5184|Crooked-beard wins triumph from my shafting; 5184|I have vanquished the great war-lord, 5184|Fell but to-day in my contest, 5184|All his guards are at my castle, 5184|All his chiefs and his trusted henchmen, 5184|All the magic heroes perished. 5184|All the children and the maidens 5184|Went to perish by slave-like plunging, 5184|Steed-swords were never useful heroes. 5184|Thou wert born to slay the wild-moose, 5184|To devour the steer of Hraway, 5184|From Crook-beards born, I know it well, 5184|Never devoured by mortal hero, 5184|Never devoured by mortal daughter, 5184|Never robbed by slave of Northland." 5184|Then the hero-baboon, Kullerwoinen, 5184|Handsome youth and son, began singing 5184|Songs to please the crowds of hill and valley, 5184|Songs of triumph and songs of exultation, 5184|All around the tombs and burial-grounds, 5184|In the courts and wigwams of Northland, 5184|At the courts and death-fires of Wuhne, 5184|At the warrior's wigwam in Hisi. 5184|Then the ancient bard and skilful musicians 5184|Called together all their musical instruments, 5184|Taped themselves to their instruments, 5184|Bade them all come hither, bring birch-rod, 5184|Bark of birch-belly, tasseled leaves, O! 5184|Bring the high-minded hero, Kullervo, 5184|Sing he shall, sing he shall, the songs of triumph, 5184|War-songs, of the Northland's champion hero, 5184|Ever victorious, ever true-hearted, 5184|Ever true-born, never changing, 5184|Bring the bark of goodly birchen branches, 5184|Bring the branches of the holy birch-tree, 5184|That the living trumpeter, Kullerwoinen, 5184|Come thou with his harp of magic melody, 5184|Sing we ween weem, O ye thrush-birds, O 5184|Sing thou weep, O ye tears of sorrow, 5184|From the hearts of those who mourn for those 5184|Who are no more with thee and long for thee." 5184|Thus returned the ancient bard-mage, 5184|Thus addressed the blank-piece melody, 5184|In his mouth the words, and melody 5184|In his tongue the words were bound to fly. 5184|Thereupon the singer, tall Lekko, 5184|Song of triumph, instruments, and musicians, 5184|Brought forth the blank-piece for performance, 5184|Played the blank-piece, O-Kissinen, 5184|From the depths of his Bakuran, 5184|From his Tiptolinneau of flutes; 5184|All the village-dances were assembled 5184|On the green fields of Kalevala, 5184|All the maids of Lyonda ======================================== SAMPLE 8960 ======================================== 34237|A man that's nothing, but 34821|A man of a heart, my brother, 34821|Shall ye not then his virtues know? 34821|Forgive my folly--'twill save me; 34821|I will not let my spirits swell, 34821|But on my heart's exceeding swell; 34821|Where Nature's sweet and gentle tone 34821|Is mute, his heart is grave and high, 34821|And can not find a rest. 34821|Forgive me, brother, that I say, 34821|When thus alone I linger still.... 34821|For, as the wildest lover oft 34821|Thinks of the love-sick stray, 34821|The heart he beats below hath its 34821|Sad conscience itself to hear. 34821|The sad conscience is his own-- 34821|And every passion has an inner 34821|Voice, that, like a faithful friend, 34821|Can tell him when he is in love. 34821|But the heart's own conscience is a 34821|Mistake, perverting, that confesses 34821|It is a fault as yet conceived. 34821|So when my love he is forgot, 34821|'Tis I that will alone be forgot. 34821|This is the world of life to each, 34821|The world of labour to the more, 34821|The world of labour a world of care; 34821|When, when the world may seem so drear, 34821|I shall still sing the happy holiday. 34821|I have a garden of my own, 34821|Full of sweet flowers, and many a row 34821|Of little yellow daisies, of white, 34821|Like the sweet morning dew, as soft 34821|As the soft grass, on silvery stalks. 34821|There are the sweet lilies at their face 34821|White as the sun, and down the stream 34821|Coffers the blushing cypress-tree, 34821|Gems of whose scented leaves I pore, 34821|Like my heart's Desire, for Paradise. 34821|There are the gay gaudy violets; 34821|Gilded as heaven the purest sky, 34821|And in a darksome hollow, found 34821|As sweet as heaven on earth to sleep. 34821|I have a thousand kinds, to choose 34821|From whence I spring my summer flowers; 34821|My rose, the lily; my lavender; 34821|My cresses, the myrtle; and where they don't, 34821|I'll take the violet; but that's too bad. 34821|These are the flowers to me most dear; 34821|That from their flowers my roses grow: 34821|And, as a dainty handmaid holds 34821|An ancient diamond in her ear; 34821|Or, as a queen, a stately vine 34821|Her silken tent around toave; 34821|Or, in a gilded turret guards, 34821|The silver-sanded myrtle-wands. 34821|So these, my lady, you may be 34821|Forgetting, and with pleasure may: 34821|If aught of wanton pleasure you, 34821|At eve or even in the day; 34821|When a white foot, a soft breast, a glance, 34821|Thro' garden or my flower-bed live. 34821|But 'tis a tale I never told 34821|My charming fair one, when she'd stray 34821|Far from my garden, far from me; 34821|Or even from my side, forlorn: 34821|For, oh, her life was not her own! 34821|The sun and the long day's flight 34821|Have quite forgot me to-day, 34821|All in my loving arms alone. 34821|'Tis vain to vex me with my woe, 34821|For still I live as I have lived, 34821|And look without joy, as though 34821|Some friend from without had come; 34821|But yet, how vain to weep! 34821|All my delight's departed 34821|All my hopes are o'er, 34821|And though still I weep, my tears 34821|Cannot keep out the sun. 34821|In dreams ======================================== SAMPLE 8970 ======================================== 27129|Her hand lay lightly on my heart, 27129|And told me all; 27129|She told me what I should not trust: 27129|"Do not despise. 27129|If you can trust your own senses, 27129|That is, your hearts, 27129|You can make the other's faults your own, 27129|And keep them so." 27129|At last to her I said farewell, 27129|And went my way; 27129|My heart was still with all the rest, 27129|That were not so. 27129|The gentle dove would not have me 27129|So lonely be: 27129|To her I said farewell, and went 27129|Where birds and flowers are gay; 27129|Where birds and flowers and angels sing, 27129|Like friends together. 27129|They gave me this sweet little book, 27129|Which well my heart did hold, 27129|And told me that in it I read 27129|The story of my life. 27129|"This good sweet love of my bosom 27129|Which I could feel while reading," 27129|Then I began my tale in verse 27129|So far as it was told o'er, 27129|And how my love I won at court 27129|Where as the meanest squire, 27129|Being a knight, it so appeased 27129|His master's heart, that without doubt 27129|His lady's heart as well did fill, 27129|For all her beauty's sake. 27129|"And first I said how my heart and head 27129|Were beaten in a thousand wars, 27129|How I had slain the lion young, 27129|And slew the wild-boar grand!" 27129|"Nor I in wanton folly doted, 27129|Nor I in wanton strife, 27129|Wrought but the kindness I enjoyed 27129|Of your dear ladye." 27129|"That you may know that I loved you 27129|From the day that I was wedded, 27129|My first care and pleasure 27129|Was to get you and hold you, 27129|And all for a good knight's bridegroom, 27129|And a great ladye. 27129|"But the days grew glad and plenty, 27129|And I grew mighty rich, 27129|And by and by my life grew cold, 27129|Being but young in love. 27129|"But in the summer time I went 27129|From our humble kitchen, 27129|To a castle high and wide, 27129|To ride to be wedded, 27129|And so was bidden." 27129|Then from my heart she took this note, 27129|And read it in the glass: 27129|'But I have not loved you, Jane dear, 27129|Since you left my kitchen, 27129|In my wanton foolishness.' 27129|The ladye looked at this strange story, 27129|As she looked at her good lord, 27129|And told the housekeeper in haste, 27129|Then made reply again: 27129|"'Twas a foolish thing in Jane you did, 27129|'Tis now I think for you to make, 27129|When in love you are so fond; 27129|And to love for so long a time, 27129|Must be made a madness. 27129|"'Twas a foolish thing, as well you know, 27129|For all your good to wed a man 27129|Whose virtues, though you deem 'em great, 27129|Are nothing of the best; 27129|"True, at his mother's death you prayed 27129|With sorrowing heart and sore, 27129|And promised, to return home soon, 27129|And so would make her live; 27129|But he, your wife and love, hath slain: 27129|And it is well the death befall, 27129|If that your pride and love may die. 27129|"The best that I can say and prove, 27129|For your great love, is, I hope, 27129|He that loves not God's commands, 27129|Is but as a carnal thing: 27129|And, though I loved you dearly, 27129|God love us not in pride.' 27129|"Thus to the king, and ======================================== SAMPLE 8980 ======================================== 30332|There stood a little chamber, 30332|And in its midst was she 30332|That loved the hero's bride, 30332|A fair-haired maiden, 30332|In her eyes a glory 30332|Of blue, and not despair; 30332|On her lips a smile of light 30332|With tears bedewed, 30332|But, like a child in grief, 30332|She wept a quiet tear-- 30332|For she was old and gray, 30332|And her grey eyes must weep. 30332|And all night long, beneath the moon, 30332|She thought upon that fair-haired maid, 30332|And thought, "I will go now to this cave, 30332|And drink some wine." 30332|So she thought of where she would go, 30332|And, when rose light made light rejoice 30332|About her, she wept again, 30332|But, when the morning came, 30332|And in her garden fair 30332|The lilies stood up straight, 30332|And the sun shone on them, 30332|She thought she would seek some place to hide 30332|And wait there for her lover's hand 30332|For no word spoken, 30332|And no sign of any sorrow; 30332|That she could forget 30332|The long pain all her life long: 30332|The long-forgotten sorrow, 30332|And wait for his coming, 30332|Till she saw him through the twilight go 30332|The long, long way she would go. 30332|But when the dawn of the morning's light 30332|Came to the lovely people's door, 30332|She went about, without a thought, 30332|A-list, without a word, 30332|A-list, without a sign, 30332|And no one knew her anywhere; 30332|Her name is Atys: and no sign 30332|To tell men her came to pass, 30332|For all the little she had of speech 30332|Was like the white-thorn blossom of love, 30332|And as fair words that could not cease 30332|Still rose and shed their sweet perfume, 30332|Until people said of Atys: 30332|"This is the fairest maid to be 30332|That ever walked in flowery wood!" 30332|But, when the sun was ashen-cheekt 30332|And the last rose-leaves fell to dew, 30332|She walked again, and people said 30332|Of Atys: "This is the youngest 30332|Yet, when Atys went to seek her love, 30332|Her aged lips smiled over grief, 30332|Though still, and full of woe, they were." 30332|"But we are old, O people, and thus 30332|We know, what love is, where it is; 30332|But O, that love be a joy, 30332|As the long grass, that makes the air 30332|Sweet with the odorous air of spring, 30332|And not a shadow like this one, 30332|For what hope is not?" 30332|"Ah, what hope is that?" 30332|The people laughed at her, for she had said 30332|That hope was not. 30332|"But is it true?" 30332|The people pressed her more closely, and she began 30332|To say, "I hope to meet my wish!" 30332|Yet her voice was so thin and tired, her eyes, 30332|So faint to tears, seemed that she might as well 30332|Have said, "Oh, do not mourn! for when we were 30332|Young and happy, and I loved you, forsooth, 30332|And you loved me, we would stay and sing, 30332|We would, and still would sing, in that hope, 30332|That little hope we had." 30332|So cried the years 30332|As old as love, and young in spirit too, 30332|And filled with beauty, but with sorrow too. 30332|So the young maiden, Atys Acheitus, 30332|Said, "I long to go to Rome, and not find 30332|The year's death-struck, in a place like this; 30332|To see once more ======================================== SAMPLE 8990 ======================================== 1002|If I had spoken as they wished, their evil pleasure 1002|Would have been turned to good. 1002|A little further we were going 1002|When I perceived them seated in a semicircle 1002|Before a column new and curious, wherefrom 1002|A fire was kindled continuously. I saw 1002|Aglavour, who there beneath the surface sits, 1002|And Aglaurus, who two of them hath raised 1002|So that they both beneath the scale shall be. 1002|That Aglaurus was a son of that Emperor, 1002|Who fell by battle with the old Caesarean; 1002|But him I cannot reveal, for that were disgrace. 1002|Aglossa in his spring already is seen 1002|Standing three times on one foot upon the ladder, 1002|As if he moved therein as soon as the short grass 1002|Sets he or her foot on it; and at each motion 1002|The light drops down, and makes the scale resound. 1002|Already upon the spot whereon that is, 1002|Doth Chiron grow, and with the brows so wrinkled 1002|Aglaurus yet sits upright upon his feet. 1002|Aglaurus already has he lengthened his beard, 1002|And with the eyesight of a savage has not spared 1002|The other three, but is already taken up; 1002|For all of them are of the same defect. 1002|After Aglaurus has been moved about 1002|So many times upon the blessed ground, 1002|It breaks the throng into a thousand parts, 1002|He will appear already underneath, 1002|If the stone shall not run through all, and split it; 1002|So broken is the Angelum apart." 1002|Inferno: Canto XXXIV 1002|Now was the vigil of the great Feast 1002|Almost completed, and the Knight Fancy 1002|Had of the wondrous banquet already made 1002|Without one drop from its crystal mountain, 1002|And the wonderful vision without veil. 1002|When we were nearing the Pleasure of the sight, 1002|Giovanna said: "Take I not to taste 1002|My heart's content before I come to ask 1002|What beauteous savour is; so be it still." 1002|"My brother, look," said I, "if thou wishest we 1002|In the great feast dine; for if thou wilt, 1002|Now will I make thee hungry as thou art." 1002|And he said to me: "Food hast thou more 1002|Unto this asking than to know the truth." 1002|And I drew closer to him, saying: "Brother, 1002|Virtue so enfolded me the world, 1002|That to the evil I gave vent to Will; 1002|But soon the truth I saw diminishing 1002|Between the beneficent and the bad, 1002|How with the good so whole is each will, 1002|That each pursues his own pleasure best," 1002|That made him greater grow. He answered me: 1002|"I cannot fathom how thy heart 1002|Can err in so far, nor why error 1002|Doth fail to manifest itself in it. 1002|Because in Faith and Love thy hope is built, 1002|In act and word, in Friendship and in Prayer, 1002|That every nerve of body and of brain 1002|Thou mayst a thousand times have shaken in it. 1002|Now pass we to Verona, and write that 1002|With which thy mind is pleased. When thou shalt 1002|Henceforth be sitting securely on that throne, 1002|From whence the semblance has the power to hide it 1002|That would be for false deities unknown, 1002|Say which one there is, and tell it with truth." 1002|And he: "Virtue, which there already is, 1002|Thou first must seek and seek together; 1002|Last, Liberty, which is not of small account, 1002|Thou must confess to be the last product 1002|From that Good which all things serve. Herein is room 1002|Of agreement even to the least of philosophers, 1002|Because the substance which we are faced with 1002 ======================================== SAMPLE 9000 ======================================== 18500|To meet the fair 'bout the bend o' the laird. 18500|In the gloamin' when the lizards are fleein'; 18500|In the dark, when the owsen 's screamin'; 18500|O there is nae luck like the caird! 18500|The lily by the water-side, 18500|The nightingale by the thorn, 18500|Will lure the cormorant frae the skies, 18500|An' charm the jaiest to tears. 18500|Wi' saut and swing thy heather cap 18500|Will shaw the proudest loon; 18500|He'll flutter by her een and swear 18500|A hapless wight is there. 18500|There's nae hope, there's nae chance for me, 18500|Lass, among the heather blooms; 18500|Gin on the bitter plain we rin, 18500|We yet shall meet again! 18500|When a' the warld's wild flowers are fade'n, 18500|And a' the warld's wild warblings sung, 18500|The warl' is the haven sweet, 18500|The lone the haunt o' man and maid; 18500|Frae man's gate, the fauld, the lone, 18500|The lonely haunts o' men. 18500|O the lassie dear, her days are lang, 18500|And a' the lang summer that 's gane, 18500|She 'll never come hame again, 18500|To fix her prayers i' th' dear luve o't. 18500|Oh, she 's drest i' silk and leathere, 18500|And e'en the rain a blithsome shine; 18500|The winds blaw, the clouds blaw, 18500|The rain beats frae the low clouds drear, 18500|But still she 's at her pray'r. 18500|The sun comes up, and gilds the skies, 18500|The lutening graip 's gane to her, 18500|Yet still she 's at her pray'r. 18500|Ye poppy heads wherein my lassie lies! 18500|When ye were a growmy, and a growin': 18500|Now ye are a peaked growin', and a growin'. 18500|Ye were no cause o' ruin, and no cause o' sorrow 18500|To my poor lassie: for she gaed the brakens wi' me 18500|Far over the hills and the far ford. 18500|And there she gaed with the fordless ford, 18500|The brakens wi' the muck awa; 18500|But aye she saw a blithe life on the brakens drawin' in, 18500|Far over the hills and the far ford. 18500|The brakens and the brakens gang in an' row, 18500|And ane by one they gang awa; 18500|But aye she saw a blithe life on the brakens drawin' in, 18500|Far over the hills and the far ford. 18500|The brakens and the brakens gang in ane by one, 18500|But she 's never the thing for het care; 18500|"It 's not my fault," sings she, "it 's not my fault, 18500|The wanse an' the weepie aye sae monie; 18500|I wad gie my troubles, the brakens, to be cov'd 18500|In that dear little cirde that gae me life!" 18500|She 's no forcair, a single life to dyin', 18500|A bit o' life to waste in vain; 18500|She 's no, and so's she never may gang in, 18500|An' never gang in, never gang out. 18500|Oh, there 's a bonny braw chance that she 's missit, 18500|My Loo! it pays me me ain req'nences; 18500|I wadna gang to the bogs o' Craigs, 18500|An' gang awa down the Ballyhoo. 18500|There 's nae fools, and there 's noe fools to ask, 18500|An' ======================================== SAMPLE 9010 ======================================== 21003|To the great glory of the sky-- 21003|And the glory, not in glittering steel, 21003|But in the truth and goodness 21003|Of a heart that's lighted by the breeze. 21003|And the glory he's brought us there, 21003|With the glory of his fame is brought, 21003|While I lay by the side of him, 21003|Praying he'd come to Bethlehem; 21003|And the fame it brought is brought, and the glory 21003|It brought is--it is God who sends it. 21003|"Now, my babe, when you can talk, 21003|Talk at ease and talk at rest, 21003|Let us hear from the Master's voice 21003|Things that we can never know; 21003|Things that he has learned from his days, 21003|While he's been at work on the earth." 21003|Thus he told his darling child, 21003|Till her faith grew strong and true; 21003|Till "Wealth and fashion were fled-- 21003|Piled with money and laid with gold 21003|Everything the man could want, 21003|Bustle, and gait, and dress, and shoes: 21003|But, ah, the one thing he wanted 21003|Was to learn before he ate! 21003|"Now, my darling, let us make 21003|The most of this poor life-- 21003|Let us give what's given to give; 21003|And our bread, our love and duty, 21003|Lays on Jesus in His love!" 21003|He taught her what was good and right, 21003|He showed her how to live-- 21003|Saying, "From your babyhood 21003|You've been sick and in distress, 21003|But the Lord will give you health 21003|In the days that are to be." 21003|And the babe grew glad and gay, 21003|She learned to read and spell; 21003|She went to school, and she played 21003|Well that blessed day to see. 21003|God knows we've all been sick and ill, 21003|But he's the one that's always good; 21003|We can trust and count on our Lord 21003|Who never changes here below! 21003|The Spirit of the Lord is Here, 21003|Beside me there are His apostles, 21003|Standing by his invitation. 21003|The spirit of the Lord is "here," 21003|He's "there" in all the generations. 21003|The Spirit of the Lord is "here," 21003|He's "there" in all the times and seasons. 21003|The time is ripe with its treasures, 21003|There shall be no longer need 21003|For any rich and mighty soul 21003|Who has seen the good that He is fain 21003|To give to mankind in the world to come. 21003|The time is ripe for the soul's repentance, 21003|When it shall be seen that the Lord is good; 21003|But that is made clear on the soul's brow 21003|By the light of the Lord's self-recognition. 21003|He is good and good shall prevail 21003|Over kingdoms, the world, and men; 21003|Till he hath his triumph and triumphing, 21003|And the world, that was overthrown, 21003|Shall be saved from the sin and from sinning, 21003|Till he ascend unto his glory. 21003|And I've been sick and in need of comfort, 21003|Because I have said I could not tell, 21003|And the Spirit of our Saviour says, "Come and See;" 21003|"Come and see, and be thankful, 21003|Lord Jesus Christ, that is ever with me," 21003|And a heavenly power beareth His cross and His staff; 21003|And the Spirit of the Lord is "here" to lead us-- 21003|Come and see his ways and his ways know me. 21003|How long do I count the days to come, 21003|And how soon the path I must shun? 21003|The hours that now are sped on 21003|I know when I am with them gone; 21003|For Jesus is Lord, and it is right 21003|That I should bear his cross ======================================== SAMPLE 9020 ======================================== 3160|The haughty monarch thus:--'Hast thou, then, forgot 3160|Thy vows to us, and thy olden promise? 3160|Go, my son, the signal to return, 3160|With ready train his faithful slaves to lead: 3160|Haste to pursue, and the fair Trojans view, 3160|Unchecked his rapid steeds; and snatch their prey: 3160|The victor from my flight, with transport burn, 3160|His splendid garb, and festive honours crown. 3160|Lo! from the distant skies a storm is borne, 3160|And clouds of hail impel the dreadful rain; 3160|The dark-wing'd gale, and dreadful thunder peal: 3160|Then to the city-gates he shall repair 3160|Like stormy tempest, and his sable wings 3160|With dreadful din assail the listening gates.' 3160|"I, not less bashful, trustless of my art, 3160|Lest I betrayed one vow, and one command, 3160|Not now in arms at distance or in flight, 3160|Or in some foreign city conceal'd, 3160|Not so, my country bids me join thy force; 3160|In thee to reign, and to restore thy state 3160|By thee shall all her dauntless sons engage. 3160|To thee my limbs are mine; my veins the blood; 3160|Thy happy kingdom trusts to me her own. 3160|I yield! the present to restore restore, 3160|Or by me rule, and secure the future. 3160|Thyself may guard the kingdom from a foe 3160|But leave thy son to speak with me alone. 3160|And if I must be witness, say whose side 3160|To suffer wrong, whose arms the offender bear? 3160|The aged hero, or the young to aid, 3160|Or if the great, thy brother, or thy son? 3160|And to the king with this, and answer me, 3160|Where is thy guardian, to the world unknown? 3160|Or shall he live, when Phoebus leaves the isle, 3160|And to his country yet return no more?' 3160|"The king (for he the time and place desired) 3160|In brief replied: 'This is my royal care; 3160|The boy I call'd, to whom I give the name, 3160|I left in Crete, a free and brave abode. 3160|Unworthy far, though safe, he trod the sea; 3160|My friend, my father, and my native land. 3160|'Let him, in my command (the genial joy 3160|Shed o'er him) ere long to Greece be borne, 3160|By my command with friendly cheer, depart, 3160|And safely bear the herald's message on shore. 3160|Then, when the genial rites are duly paid, 3160|To me is given the heir of all the throne: 3160|My brother will succeed: the laws are made. 3160|My son shall rule us, and with sovereign sway 3160|The procreant realms of Greece enjoy the laws.' 3160|"Thus spoke the king, and from his high command 3160|Affect the prince, his genial joy divine; 3160|Obedient to the wish he well had thought, 3160|He leaves my father's court to taste the fare, 3160|And reach'd a city in the Hesperian woods, 3160|Thence led by Jove, and led by all alight. 3160|No cause was brought against the royal guest 3160|In the fair groves of Jove's imperial court; 3160|But, by the will divine, at midnight's hour, 3160|The sovereign of the gods an ensign bore, 3160|On a green bough, whose slender boughs unite 3160|A tangled web of silver, and enchain 3160|Trees, with dark boughs enchain, o'er head and breast. 3160|The eagle on his neck his prey encathrels, 3160|And the wide sun o'er all the isle was spread. 3160|The herald thus address'd the monarch's train: 3160|"'O friends and brothers! whose the care of heaven, 3160|To whom ======================================== SAMPLE 9030 ======================================== 1279|The kirk is free to whig, and Tory; 1279|And he that's for it free is I: 1279|Free ye the birkie, and he 'll never be forgot: 1279|Our nation maun life and larke it still.] 1279|And he that's for it life and larke it yet, 1279|Let it be free to the noble and the just, 1279|And let the parson's name be dear to fame. 1279|But this is freedom in name only: 1279|The true heart bled that bled in Freedom's cause, 1279|If it could, would be free, in spirit: 1279|No care, no fear, no labour, no care, 1279|Can make her more divine than she, 1279|That gave us aye the sword and the word! 1279|Ye sons of Liberty, be yearers, and bearers, 1279|Breathe on--the banner of the Nation, lifting high 1279|The cause of Freedom--on to duty! 1279|Oh, hail!--the master, the priest, the sages, and all 1279|That in the cause of Freedom bear the peavenger; 1279|And may your page on glory's theme ever grow bright, 1279|Thro' time outlast its page on glory! 1279|'Twas, in the days of old, 1279|The sons of Scotland ruled the waves, 1279|And Boreas drove the deep blue snows; 1279|We held the earth their own: 1279|And when our land's deliv'ry grew dear, 1279|They took their islands home. 1279|Then, like the masters of the earth, 1279|They set their sails for freedom; 1279|And when they sought the stormy sea, 1279|We followed them with freedom. 1279|Now many a isle adorns the shore, 1279|And many a home is in the sea: 1279|But north, that 's the land most worthy fond fancy,-- 1279|A land made rich, and saved, and blest, 1279|By a ladsome, steady, brave Stuart! 1279|And now, the year's at prime, 1279|The hopes of Scotland are high: 1279|Our country's wealth, our wealth is spent, 1279|What matter? our kings are great! 1279|Then 'tis, my lord, your lordship's prayer 1279|Will now be borne on Ochtertyre. 1279|Ochtertyre! the battle-storm is rising, 1279|And the cannon's breathings dreadful raving; 1279|No, not for the lordship of Ross, 1279|But for their children's children's children! 1279|See, see the rolling thunder! 1279|It rains more freely now! 1279|Let Scotsmen at the danger rouse, 1279|And their masters be the heroes. 1279|Then 'twere well to take every spaniel, 1279|And every fool to pay his floggings; 1279|For the rich are no slaves of a stranger, 1279|And all good men would fear their dominions. 1279|Our king is poor: for a crown 1279|He wears an iron girdle, 1279|He has the sword of Alfred, 1279|He aye rides in the gilded motor-car: 1279|It may be that the wight is poor, 1279|But his face it is grim and grim; 1279|And he is by birth descended 1279|From mighty ancestors renown'd, 1279|The sturdy baron, the sturdy cavalier. 1279|But his heart it will beat high, 1279|And his eye will flash like crystal; 1279|For he bears the crown, and his lord, 1279|But a sceptred and scepted king 1279|He is lord of all that's mine; 1279|From birth and thought to birth and thought 1279|Of a brave old baron I see; 1279|The son, in sooth, of an hundred lords, 1279|A man for a lord was he, 1279|His heart's no doubt to be moved 1279|With the thought of a stout old baron, 1279|And his foot's no doubt to fly, 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 9040 ======================================== 4010|Our nation-woe, as he who, without leave, 4010|Hath wrought a nation's ruin, and her fall. 4010|We'll meet and sorrow; yet how fit a time 4010|For sorrow, how leading hour for song! 4010|A time, when men by strength of minds all tamed, 4010|And souls by logic cleft, at last are grown; 4010|When to the right they set our country's fate, 4010|E'en at the cross the angels lift the cross; 4010|When no, no kings, but one great, one heartsome nation, 4010|One kindred, one in spirit united, 4010|One faith, one truth, one hope, one generous hand, 4010|In friendship like united lives for ever, 4010|Is held and cherished through our ages. If, 4010|While earth was young, no blighted fount of tears 4010|Began to quench the holy spring of years, 4010|Where'er they wandered, no unguents spread - 4010|While strife could stir an infant in his grave, 4010|So soon must the full blessings of mankind 4010|Be drunk and bled by same--when, o'er the whole, 4010|A stern and sterner crisis of experience 4010|Hath o'er us. This is our hour of strength; 4010|This is the season when we take our flight 4010|To where the glorious mountains of the North, 4010|The summits of the world, to which the morn 4010|Of all his stars must pass, shall yet arise, 4010|And, o'er his azure banner, point to heaven, 4010|As it has ever moved and still shall move, 4010|Where'er the sun's pale beam shall burn at will, 4010|And, all his golden fires in vain outshined, 4010|Shall dim the glare of heaven with starry raiment, 4010|The day have we, without it, beheld; 4010|The sun's low course, without a star, 4010|Through the calm heavens like an infant's play; 4010|And to the breast the mirthful glee, and glee, 4010|Of children, with the sunbeams gushing out, 4010|And that sweet child-life which doth so beguile 4010|The old, hard heart of youth, and drives us on, 4010|Saving the wealth it leaves behind it not 4010|With the sweet spoil it loses. 4010|Nor deem 4010|Nowhere to seek for the rarest gift of heaven, 4010|The grace of an unbroken love, a light 4010|That in the midst of darkness shines out bright; 4010|Nor the sweet sense 4010|Of childhood's love; 4010|Nor man's young hope, and hope so true, that we 4010|On life's broad open field, with willing step, 4010|Shall find our grave-arrayed sires again, 4010|And our young daughter, whose fair brows are green - 4010|All these, and more, were our fond desire, 4010|Yet we have heard that man can give no more, 4010|Without the sacrifice of true love, 4010|And we must seek our kindred first, our sires. 4010|Then with what tears! what sighing!" 4010|The restless lion tore his matted hair, 4010|And the deep-drawn blood that o'er his chest ran 4010|He gave; and loud the royal lion roared 4010|The more his nostrils roared and roared anew, 4010|As 'twere his hunger and his rage created 4010|Their fiercest and their wildest,--he, whose strength 4010|Yet ever grew at the fiercest's call, 4010|And now his teeth in fierce impatience grim 4010|Are savage, he might rend three thousand foes 4010|Before the cruel king, and re-create 4010|His proudest battle-tribe of foot and spear. 4010|But the lone bard who had not bent his knee 4010|To the rude, rough, savage prince of late, 4010|Who now no more, even in his soul, would bide 4010|A prey to man's fierce power, but, like a wave ======================================== SAMPLE 9050 ======================================== 1030|"Goes to the town in an old charger, 1030|And tells his mistress he is glad, 1030|And has found out the King of France." 1030|"And then their heads are hung, and they 1030|Run to the church, and ask if man is heir. 1030|And if not, then the house of God 1030|Cannot hold him, therefore let him be." 1030|"To come, and not to pay, 1030|Is a great maxim too; 1030|But I would be your friend, 1030|And not your foe, you see." 1030|"I must go, and not come here, 1030|Nor yet to come again; 1030|You'll see me at the bridge, and see me walk, 1030|And all be a mistake!" 1030|"I'd not change a mile 1030|For a whole season's space 1030|To go and not to meet 1030|A whole royal line of courtiers, 1030|In a day of dress like that." 1030|"O madam, if you be 1030|Your wedded man that you be, 1030|Come, then, and let me have 1030|A hundred marks a year. 1030|I'd never lose my life 1030|That wished for the King of France." 1030|"My lords are a proud man, 1030|And would have it so, 1030|If I could but come with him, 1030|And go without him; 1030|But to do as I would 1030|Is the law of the land." 1030|And then went madam. 1030|"Why must you go 1030|So lonely from your chamber?" 1030|"I am not lonely, mistress, 1030|But must go 1030|Away on horseback to-night, 1030|To see if I can find 1030|Where King Philip leads the way." 1030|"Come, come and see the place, 1030|And you'll see them all 1030|Stand in the court with swords and spears, 1030|And a hundred men in armour 1030|With the King of France. 1030|But you'll see them all go 1030|To church at the same time, 1030|Because of your bad sermon, 1030|And not for pay." 1030|"My lord, my lord, 1030|There are so few of us, 1030|That all must go to church. 1030|But I'll not go for pay, 1030|Or go till I am free 1030|In the Court-yard to await 1030|The death of my love." 1030|"I'll go back to my people, 1030|And say that you are dead, 1030|Since my lord the Duke was gone, 1030|And you had no right 1030|In King Philip's Court to stand. 1030|There's a hundred men in armour, 1030|Yet not a man 1030|In all his land to battle 1030|For one poor woman, 1030|But must go from blood; 1030|But you have slain both William 1030|And his wife, 1030|And you now must bring them here". 1030|"Well said, my lords." 1030|The King of France said, 1030|"My pardon, but I would have been 1030|Aghast 1030|Were I in the place of you all, 1030|And to be slain. 1030|For I have never seen 1030|So great a rash as you 1030|With swords and lances in your hand, 1030|That all my men should die. 1030|But we must stay there 1030|For one day more: 1030|And I will send me men to keep, 1030|That shall give you pay, 1030|If you come again I've fire for you". 1030|"I did but come 1030|Just to beg a penny, 1030|Since my lords will have it so, 1030|Though we've been dead". 1030|"And you must pay for your pains." 1030|"My lords, my lords, 1030|To my lord the Duke, 1030|Who shall give you no less pence". 1030| ======================================== SAMPLE 9060 ======================================== 1728|with a spear, or a long spear with a wreath,-- 1728|and many spears that were of the shape of owls, 1728|with a bright band round them, and bright for their color 1728|their boughs, to the spear they bent their backs, and the spear 1728|was thick and strong. Then they stretched themselves on the ground, 1728|but they had wounds on each of their arms from the clash 1728|of the spear and shield, and of the sword. 1728|'As we came upon them and saw their faces, with their eyes 1728|open and their eyelids open, and their thighs all 1728|striped, and their hair was shorn short, and all their 1728|body bare, and no good thing there was of them, but for 1728|woe and for desire of death, the people who first had 1728|come unto the hall of the stranger-guest, the swift 1728|foot Stridir, and he himself went up to meet me on my 1728|right hand; his own son Antiphates (for he is dear to 1728|Odysseus) bore about him and with him slew an many 1728|people, men and maimed oxen. And the daughter of Eurymachus, 1728|daughter of Polybus and in his wanderings, was there, in 1728|the guise of a maiden, and bore about her; howbeit it 1728|was not mine to see her, for I feared that the stranger 1728|guest of the gods might be so hateful to Odysseus. But 1728|when we had come here close up to the door, even as 1728|near as we were to the threshold of the doorpost, we found 1728|us lying with the cloak hanging over the shield of 1728|the strong man Odysseus, and the spears of the god above 1728|him. And we drew near to her, and her eyes were full of 1728|love and of tenderness and of sweet compassion,--that 1728|was the very likeness of a woman, when she is kindly 1728|wedded. Wherefore I and my company fell to plucking 1728|the flowers, and I, even I, fell on those of his son, who 1728|was come up with the other Greeks from Ismarus, from the 1728|city of Ilius, which is not far off, and of the people 1728|of Thryo the fair house, for so the stranger had commanded 1728|him. Here we all laid hold on him and laid hold of his 1728|neck, and we took him over us in all tenderness into his 1728|hall, and we set him his own clean table.' 1728|Then the blameless Antiphates said, 'Dear friend, since 1728|you will not let one of us come to the stranger to see 1728|him, though we both were guests at his banquet, if you can 1728|tell me truly all that the stranger is in the suitors' 1728|house, and all that he brings among the gifts of the god, for 1728|he has had all the best, and a great share. How often, 1728|Odysseus, did you find it in your heart to tell me all about 1728|him? Was he a man for whose love the wooers longed? Or did 1728|some one give him a mighty and well-fought war? Or was he, 1728|forsooth, a man whom the strong Teucrian folk had put to the 1728|swimmer's stroke? Or did some one else bear him, and lead him 1728|home in his ship, and give him a lord as his wife, and 1728|receive him as a master never to see his own land? 1728|Or was he the man who took a mighty war into the city, and 1728|got the prize of great wrong? Or did he come hither to 1728|find trouble from the Achaeans? And was he a man whom the 1728|strong Teucrian folk had put to the swimmer's straining? 1728|For there are some men of no little understanding, and a little 1728|of them have great wit; but there are others of a less 1728|good parturition, and are slow indeed to understand. 1728|And now it is no little thing for these men ======================================== SAMPLE 9070 ======================================== 37155|On the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|I like to wander over there, 37155|I like to think of the sweet old days, 37155|Of the singing winds and the song of birds 37155|And that merry band of children, 37155|As they say in another verse, 37155|That the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|When our children grow to man's estate, 37155|My spirit is with the man and wife, 37155|The children, whose love is as strong as wine, 37155|Of whom life is a poem-- 37155|Of the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|On sunny days the children climb the hill, 37155|The old trees bend above them proudly, 37155|While the wind is hushed, and the moonlight falls 37155|On the hillside with the dapple-green pine trees 37155|And the distant vesper bell. 37155|And then all the world seems to fade away; 37155|For the children wait them with their book; 37155|And to-morrow comes the white-cliffed town, 37155|And we meet in the welcome hall again, 37155|And the happy days of summer pass. 37155|Then the sun sinks in the eastern sky, 37155|And the dappled shadows of the clouds 37155|Tremble on the westering breeze; 37155|And the bells of Notre Dame ring merrily, 37155|With the chant of saints and holy days. 37155|And we meet in the welcome hall again, 37155|And the happy days of summer pass. 37155|All this has been my mountain temple 37155|For many years o'er many plains, 37155|And now it is my home and throne, 37155|Though not my heritage. I know 37155|The future, and that the days to be 37155|'Fore I or you were born are bright; 37155|I trust in God and the good days yet, 37155|And the happy days of summer pass. 37155|I have learned that the best of life-- 37155|The hillside with the pine trees, 37155|And God's love in the glad light of the moon, 37155|And sunshine of the summer-- 37155|Is the work of human hands, 37155|In wind and sun and shower. 37155|As you come over my hills 37155|From the lonely places and the paths of the West; 37155|As you come over my mountains of white, 37155|From the land of the mountain and its skies; 37155|As you come thro my forests of brown, 37155|With the sun in the lightest and the deepest shade; 37155|As you come up to my valleys of spruce, 37155|With the best of my lodges and the best of my den; 37155|As you come to my farms of wheat, 37155|With the best of the farms for pastures and meadows; 37155|As you come to my high grounds of cotton, 37155|With the best of my cedar and the best of my pine; 37155|As the birds of my country sing and call 37155|To the children of my woods and me. 37155|Then here's to you, my friends, 37155|Our sturdy friends, 37155|And the comrades dear 37155|Who share our plans; 37155|And the friends of old, 37155|And the comrades brave. 37155|The sun is up, and it is very pleasant day. 37155|It is pleasant out for a child such as I, 37155|But nothing so pleasant as walking with my friends. 37155|And the people I meet are smiling as they go, 37155|And happy I may be with my companions. 37155|The woods are full of the green leaves of the trees; 37155|The wind is up and the snow is in the plains; 37155|But happy and blest they all are at the door, 37155|When my friends come up to me and say that their house 37155|Has a welcome to me from my friends such as I. 37155|I do not hear the cries of the poor ======================================== SAMPLE 9080 ======================================== 1287|Then the maiden's soul grew purer in the night, 1287|Nor a thought-forger altered the dark blue eyes 1287|And the soft green bosom, and the gentle air. 1287|With such sweet power the nightingale awakes, 1287|And is wildered by the song; the moon is riven 1287|With one glance; the moonlight's softening influence 1287|Blows o'er the rose-red eyes. 1287|As by an unseen hand, the bride at last 1287|The bridal bed of Nausicaä was made! 1287|Now the day of bondage is at hand; the light 1287|Of the bright sun is waning; all the air 1287|Is covered with clouds; the night-hawk, howls the hour of day. 1287|For, by daybreak 'twas thus that the fair bride 1287|Was brought to be wedded to the knight. O Love, 1287|How many a deep, long and joyous vow! 1287|How many a happy oath, how many a vow 1287|Of mutual love and faith! O Love, how oft 1287|Have I broken that vow by tempest's force 1287|Or by deceitful women's charms! O Love, 1287|Have I given my heart to one who shall bear 1287|My honour and glory no more! O Love, 1287|Do I pay, do I give my heart to one 1287|Whose soul is not my soul's! If thou wilt hear 1287|My vows, my love, then kiss me, kiss them, kiss me, kiss! 1287|Then kiss me once more, O maiden, kiss me. 1287|As then before you kneeled, so now before you 1287|I offer my heart, my life, my life's-blood. 1287|O, how I love you so! O, how I love you so! 1287|From this your love thou namest new-days, new-days, 1287|New-days with all their fancies, with all their dreams 1287|And new-married love-dreams. Now, ere you sleep, 1287|I'll kiss you, kiss you, kiss you, kiss you so! 1287|As now I love you so! O, how I love you so! 1287|For me I've set the new-married vow, 1287|I'll kiss you, kiss you, kiss you, kiss you so! 1287|The fair maid loved by the sun is fair, 1287|But far too dear for me, whom they say 1287|She can never be and she cannot love? 1287|The fair maid has I loved,--and I have loved,-- 1287|But I could never love until this hour. 1287|The fair maid's eyes, the eyes the dears we see, 1287|The kisses they make on the lips,--why these?-- 1287|These are the old loves, and if she's not mine, 1287|Then who could love fair maids and Ifair ones! 1287|"Thou, O youth, returnest, returnest!" 1287|I spoke and she heard not, and we stood 1287|Beside the lake shore. Then we began 1287|To drive the carriage, and with ardor 1287|To drive it slowly, boldly onward 1287|So that a sound, a sound we heard,-- 1287|A little breeze blowing by, 1287|Was all it made of fair. 1287|The fair maid was singing as before, 1287|And her sweet voice was at last made 1287|Resounding in answer, blithely! 1287|But the wind arose in fury, 1287|And howl'd the wind to hear me not! 1287|The fair maid sang as before, 1287|So we drove through the clear sky! 1287|At length as we drove through the lake, 1287|The fair maid's eyes were fixed on the sky! 1287|O then we heard the swift roar on the lake, 1287|And the strong waves were uprose, 1287|And suddenly we stopped in fear. 1287|But the loud wind its fury fled 1287|As the girl's lips on my mouth grew warmer! 1287|"O thou shall live, thou shall live there!" 1287|I said as I ======================================== SAMPLE 9090 ======================================== 2863|And the sun's going down, and the grey's getting grey, 2863|And the birds are getting fidgety, 2863|And the clouds are getting sallow, 2863|And he'll see you as he passes. 2863|And you will not raise yourself up 2863|To answer with 'Amen!' 2863|So go on to your end: 2863|My hand aye is aching 2863|For your faithful heart; 2863|And I do think that no one ever could say otherwise 2863|Than that he's a fool for ever. 2863|I've met, and shook hands, 2863|With the worst guys 2863|In the business: 2863|And, when everything 2863|Was blarney, 2863|I'll tell you, 2863|I've met with the worst, 2863|But--still-- 2863|I've met with the best. 2863|I think, though, that for all our pride 2863|We must rank ourselves too low 2863|Compared with the good men of earth, 2863|And God's chosen men. 2863|For they walk the earth, as boys used to tell 2863|Before they knew about calculus; 2863|They study with great care 2863|On the works of Nature or art 2863|Are as good as those who study Latin. 2863|And when at last they die, 2863|Their ashes go by 2863|With the others. And one says 2863|(The children having seen the truth) 2863|'If the book you gave us could prove so good, 2863|Who would you be?' 2863|The others say, 'the one who wrote it - 2863|But the children having read the book 2863|They find that this is just what he said.' 2863|But the children sigh, and say, 'The book 2863|Is never out of print, 2863|And we'd like to know why, when we're grown, 2863|Why would you do this thing?' 2863|The book is out of print. What then? 2863|We'd like to know why they gave it to us. 2863|And, when they're grown, and able to guess, 2863|Sometimes we seem confused by their answers. 2863|But they don't answer all their questions. 2863|Sometimes we seem to understand 2863|That a book that we've bought for a joke 2863|Is a thing that will hurt our souls 2863|If we read about it all, 2863|and we'll not know why, when we've grown 2863|And learned to read from them! 2863|He that can give a good account 2863|Of his virtues, and his faults unread 2863|Shall hold high station in Heaven, 2863|And still breathe safe in death. 2863|He that cannot write, and cannot think, 2863|Shall, on the day of reckoning, 2863|See his reward on the morrow 2863|Set down unwitnessed. 2863|He that is always working, 2863|But is never calling home, - 2863|But, with little time for play, 2863|Is a dullard in Heaven. 2863|But he that is always playing 2863|And is always coming home, - 2863|As a mourner weeping, 2863|Is the lord of earth, 2863|Or a master! Who shall tell? 2863|But he that can give 2863|The best account of his vices, 2863|Shall be chosen to bear 2863|The worst account of his virtues; 2863|And so good-night. Farewell! 2863|"The end is coming -- 2863|I, that know not when; 2863|And, though now, to-day 2863|I feel myself coming, 2863|In the morning, 2863|In the evening, 2863|As the wind that follows. 2863|O time for doing, 2863|Not for saying 2863|How much I miss 2863|What I had, 2863|Or what I loved... 2863|I know not why, 2863|But 't is so, 2863|As a friend said. 2863|I know not yet ======================================== SAMPLE 9100 ======================================== 22229|The heart of him, how it has grown 22229|Since first I saw him last, 22229|And it is not the kind 22229|To which it ever spoke! 22229|Now if no other cares 22229|Disturb my spirit, no! 22229|All else to me has flown, 22229|And from my life's disgrace 22229|No grief can come to pass. 22229|'Tis thus my life goes on, 22229|And thus my love grows dim, 22229|But though each day is dark 22229|As far away from light, 22229|I know we've more to love, 22229|Though dark each day may be, 22229|Than days and weeks gone by; 22229|They live in me still, though past 22229|They surely will return. 22229|All things are linked with love, 22229|But none with life more closely, 22229|Nor sense more tenderly, 22229|Than is the bond between 22229|The eyes and soul, and love 22229|And memory, each the other, 22229|That, like an arrow from a bow, 22229|Comes to the very breath, 22229|And lives forevermore. 22229|The night was dark, the stars were out, 22229|And the road was dark, and the stars were out 22229|The night that I spent on that sad night. 22229|The stars were on the hills to glare, 22229|But the road that ran in the moonlight pale 22229|Was dim with the shadow of terror. 22229|I did not see the path, I did not hear 22229|The whispers of the hills afar, 22229|For as I walked I heard the crash and roar 22229|Of the sea-breeze on the rocks afar. 22229|The lights, though not far off by far, 22229|Had not yet ceased from flashing round me, 22229|And my eyes still watched the far-off lights, 22229|And my heart, though unawakened, knew 22229|That the dark path, though not straight, was steep, 22229|And I would slip not through the darkness there 22229|For many a weary moment. 22229|The stars were on the hills to glare, 22229|But the road to me that I did not know 22229|Was but a path I knew, and I knew 22229|That I'd come to my end, and I knew 22229|That this life was dark and sad and lone, 22229|But I could not tell for sure 22229|If I could die or not, yet I knew 22229|That I should never find rest again, 22229|That soon my spirit must wander far 22229|In the land of dread and sorrow, 22229|But that the heart would beat as it should beat 22229|When I was far from it! 22229|The night was dark, the moon was low, 22229|And the hills all night had shone with crimson light 22229|As the night shone and the stars glittered bright 22229|But the moon was dim. 22229|Then the deep-blue eyes of the moon, 22229|And her face grew white as the morning gray, 22229|And the stars and stars grew dimmer still, 22229|And I gazed as they glared on the far-off hills, 22229|That the shadows were dark, 22229|And I only thought of my own life's woes, 22229|And I spoke as I thought, and I only said, 22229|"O my heart, I do not know 22229|If the life here is true or false, 22229|Or only shadowed in error's night." 22229|But the hills stood still, and the moon came down 22229|On the deep-blue, darkening world with all her gold, 22229|And the earth grew gray and white 22229|While her glory shone. 22229|And the night, 'neath the moon's pale beam, 22229|And the hills, and the deep-blue, darken'd land, 22229|And the stars, a lightening throng, 22229|Were all seen with a sudden gleam 22229|That was strange and new. 22229|Then I whispered, "Let there be a rule 22229|To set my spirit free"--but my tongue ======================================== SAMPLE 9110 ======================================== 19385|That he is so beloved of the fay, &c. 19385|We hope, aye we we entreat, 19385|That he wi' us may survive, 19385|And that the mair we see, 19385|The merrier for each sigh; 19385|For the heart o' my Mary dear, 19385|And the heart o' my bonnie May, 19385|And the glad warmer the while 19385|The tearfu' eye you ca' 19385|Has glowered o'er thy fate. 19385|The paps wi' magic o' flame 19385|May deck thy form sae bright, 19385|And sweetly the lark shall hear, 19385|And gladden the night. 19385|And oh! if the morning ray 19385|That burns on ilka part, 19385|Should pierce the crimson glow, 19385|In life's new early morn, 19385|May mists wi' magic cloud 19385|The roving sun awa'; 19385|And the lave o' their eyes shall fa', 19385|Till on your bosom be shed 19385|The rose-bud, the daisy, and the flower, 19385|Wi' the lave o' your heart. 19385|And, bonnie wee thingie, when the night is gane, 19385|And I sit at my combe, 19385|Sitting sae still and sweet, 19385|My heart's bonnie wee thingie, 19385|Oh, I would be wi' thee! 19385|My combe's a burning flame, 19385|And a' the lave is mine, 19385|The tear and the sigh that I make 19385|Is dearest a' to me. 19385|And for thee sake and thee, 19385|In grief and in glee, 19385|My combe flame is flinging; 19385|Oh, that I had a' my dues! 19385|It gars you weel to see 19385|Your gentle heart saegh, 19385|But, ere you come frae me, 19385|A mind atween us twa, 19385|Come we'll talk o' love, 19385|And aiblins twa 19385|That'll make yon fire glow, 19385|Our wee deckings o' green gouden sae braw. 19385|And where the ivy creeps, 19385|And where the hawthorn weeps, 19385|And where the rose and lily smiles sae sweet, 19385|In garden or in lane 19385|We'll hymn the angels' song, 19385|That will sae bonnie braw, 19385|When we come hame to our wee bughame. 19385|A' the lave I watched to see you there, 19385|But never a soul could see, 19385|And sae your bonnie self was there 19385|Nor e'er a soul could see; 19385|There was nae hope, or fancy, or hope; 19385|Oh! there was nae hope; 19385|But in the dusky gloamin' hour 19385|And in the gloamin' hour 19385|Sae lonely and dear was you, 19385|Sae bonnie and true was you, 19385|Sae pure was you, sae sae sae. 19385|Oh! there were sae many a face and face, 19385|With lips sae sweet and smiles sae sae, 19385|And sae mair were sae lang since then; 19385|There never was a face. 19385|Yet weel I mind the dusky night 19385|And the gloamin' hour 19385|When sae wistful I stood in the light, 19385|Yet you were afar, far awa; 19385|And sae wi' us I'll ever ha'e thae 19385|The lave o' my wee boddhi'liest boy, 19385|And I'm thy bonnie little dawtie 19385|Till my wee is a', tae, ance. 19385|Now a' the lave that I had been 19385|I noo gae to your bonnie boddhi'liest, 19385|And here ======================================== SAMPLE 9120 ======================================== 17270|And for to say to folks that came to you at you, 17270|That you were the same as she you were when she was married, 17270|I will not say you were in a better state. 17270|But then, as I said, I do admire your beauty, 17270|And your grace and your beauty and your wit, 17270|I will let out my heart and say alow: 17270|It is now time for me to have a reason for weeping. 17270|For my last sorrow then was mine, and mine only, 17270|Whilst you did so abound, that it was very sad 17270|And most oppressive to be in a sorry case. 17270|Now I will reason as I have a right, 17270|And to set at defiance unto all men, 17270|That my sad example hath set at large, 17270|And I wyll therefore leave it, though it be late. 17270|Wherefore I think I shall put out my tongue, 17270|Till another to sing it takes his stand at home. 17270|I would not be late, for to be let alone 17270|Is cause only of grieve and much contention, 17270|For now is the time when all should be at home, 17270|And I shall be left behind, for to sup 17270|If I must tarry, I will bide at home still, 17270|Till a man that has sorrowed well may know 17270|There is a place in all our ills to remain, 17270|Where he may eat and sleep he is wont to stay, 17270|And if I have borne the pains for that, 17270|Till I get the refreshment and the food. 17270|This I suppose for you to say, 17270|That you and me there shall be no quarrel, 17270|But that I shall aye endure your sorrow, 17270|Though I am late in coming at your bower. 17270|For it is well, my self, that you should know this, 17270|As you do well that I do know, 17270|That no trouble shall come between us, 17270|If in every thing I behave well. 17270|And you know, my brother, that I am at your 17270|Service from the first, 17270|Till my days are come at the end of May, 17270|Thus I may say in my straite years, 17270|That no sorrow you shall encounter or cause, 17270|But I hope in your service to abound. 17270|Therefore I say, be not too anxious 17270|To keep me here at a distance, 17270|For I wish my song to be heard, 17270|And your grace to give that I may be heard. 17270|But it will not be hard for me, 17270|If I play this instrument well, 17270|And shall do all things without fail, 17270|Thus will I sing all day long, 17270|Till my labour of love is finished, 17270|And the time pass over, 17270|Thence may I return again 17270|To your place, and the good company. 17270|For you know that I am well content 17270|Though I must leave you hence away, 17270|And that I am like a little child 17270|That has gone a long way already, 17270|And that I should be contented then 17270|Unless my sire did like so early leave 17270|Me with a brother or another son. 17270|For the man's will to live and to prosper 17270|Is ne'er too hard a matter to explain, 17270|But a great man in power must be a hardy 17270|And a worthy old man, 17270|Whom men would call a prince. 17270|His is the heart, that knows not rest, 17270|Which the sad people call the grave, 17270|But to him are friends and kindred dear; 17270|Whom he governs for good or ill, 17270|But no man ever knows, 17270|Of all his riches no one knows 17270|The amount he has. 17270|To a great man it cannot hold, 17270|For his life hangs on one whim, 17270|His fortune and his state must fall, 17270|And so the king shall fail of his right, 17270|If ======================================== SAMPLE 9130 ======================================== 42034|As the long clouds roll, and the dark night goes; 42034|And now the stars rise, and now the sun goes 42034|Down through my darkened room. 42034|For years, we were poor folk, we two, our bread earned 42034|'Neath the mould of a ruined roof; 42034|And though your hand was weak in the old days 42034|God gave us a home in the land 42034|That was your father's when he came to lead 42034|His children by the hand. 42034|You were at home, not a soul heeded 42034|As we were the lone and weary. 42034|All day long you kept your lonely path, 42034|From our cottage that's now a house, 42034|You made a shelter for the lonely, 42034|But never your hands raised an eye; 42034|For we would not even lift the latch, 42034|But you left us to sleep in the cold, 42034|And we slept on until the day 42034|You came back and bore the toil away 42034|With a glad face, and a smile, and a song, 42034|Till we heard the night wind blow. 42034|We would not open our door to you, 42034|But we made you welcome once, dear, 42034|You were our father, I your child, 42034|And our eyes grew fond. 42034|We always knew what was yours and mine, 42034|And now you are very near; 42034|For we thank you for the little comforts 42034|In a father's love of the olden years; 42034|For a mother's love of the dim and golden 42034|Days that never can return to the olden days. 42034|We thank you for the little comforts, 42034|And for all of them we have seen; 42034|The sun upon the hills and the rain upon the wheat; 42034|The laughter of children and of glad glad gladness of birds; 42034|All that is gone, the glory of those days, all that's left save 42034|The love for each and for all. 42034|For you are in our hand--we too thank him-- 42034|With a trust that you will look out for us, not as now you did, 42034|But guard us all, and guard us from harm; 42034|Lest we should lose our way, forgetful of the old days, 42034|All that's left, the glory of those days, the dear dear old joys. 42034|The night is dark with stars, 42034|The stars are on the height, 42034|The sky is dark with stars, 42034|And the stars are on the height. 42034|The darkness has gathered round his head, 42034|The night gathers round his eyes, 42034|His soul is all in shadow, as in sleep, 42034|We can only guess at what he means. 42034|The light is gone, the heart is crushed, 42034|The hand is heavy and slack, 42034|The long lost voice calls in the dark, 42034|And the feet drift and trail in the night. 42034|Oh, sad and dark, as for the dead, 42034|With the darkness crowding round his mouth; 42034|Oh, sad that we must weep, and must weep, 42034|And cry out at the last, "Good-bye!" 42034|"Why do you seek this night, 42034|And not the daylight, when you may have time 42034|To look at me again? 42034|I do not seem to seek it, yet, 42034|To me your form is lovelier now 42034|Than when it touched my eyes." 42034|The darkness has gathered round his head, 42034|The darkness gathers round his eyes; 42034|His soul is all in shadow, as in sleep, 42034|We can only guess at what he means. 42034|You are not dead! Dear heart, be still! 42034|I know the darkness will be there, 42034|And that you'll walk, while I am sleeping, 42034|Down the streets I know. 42034|It will be dark when I am dead; 42034|But you will still be with me here 42034|Till I come back to you, 42034|And in the ======================================== SAMPLE 9140 ======================================== 25953|And the land which I have to traverse. 25953|"I have to travel to the south, 25953|Through the country of the blacksmith, 25953|And to thee, O father, search elsewhere, 25953|But I will not go all naked, 25953|Nor will pass beneath a rafter, 25953|If a good arm shall prop me up, 25953|From the forge's mouth I can help you, 25953|From thy forge, O thou mighty smithling. 25953|"I am of little age, indeed; 25953|I am just a helpless orphan, 25953|And my mother will not give me 25953|Firm and lasting counsels, good advice, 25953|So that I may advance before 25953|By my grandfather's lands to glory. 25953|"I will wander by a pond's side, 25953|Sitting on a reed upon it; 25953|Here shall I seek the heron's plumage, 25953|And I'll sing the song of beauty. 25953|"Now there is a grassy hillock, 25953|And upon the hillock sows the 25953|Peafruit abundantly every year, 25953|And of silver also sheaf she bundles, 25953|Which she brings when she would plough the field. 25953|"Now another hillock she has, 25953|And a little hillock sows the 25953|Peafruit all itself likewise, 25953|All, a single crop of pea the whole year, 25953|But the time she sheaves the whole year. 25953|"I shall reap the field, indeed, 25953|From a field of all the best sheaf sheaves, 25953|And the fields of wheat, and barley, 25953|And of rye the best of cover sheaves; 25953|Yet a single crop of pea the whole year, 25953|But the time sheaps the whole year." 25953|Thereupon the shepherd said in this wise: 25953|"Be thy speech, O thou child of Kragsted, 25953|Thou shalt never reach beyond the summer, 25953|Nor beyond all the summers fill thine arms; 25953|Neither shalt thou be able 25953|As now reached to go through the winter, 25953|When the earth was bare at any time, 25953|To lay thyself to rest 'neath the black reed 25953|'Neath the bark of the red pine tree. 25953|"Then thou shalt grow strong as a bear, 25953|And shalt have the strength of fifty, 25953|And shalt pass the frost and the freezing, 25953|Through the fires of the raging north-wind, 25953|And the burning heat of the summer's day, 25953|And the boiling, in the summertime; 25953|And a long life will be thy portion, 25953|And thou shalt live in the land of Pohja, 25953|In the great land of Skograva, 25953|"And when thou hast lived and grown old, 25953|Or when thou hast turned into old, 25953|Thou shalt die at least three months later, 25953|And another time thy spirit 25953|Shall be caught, and brought to Nirvana, 25953|There shall find the home of the Sun-king, 25953|In his mansion of blue sapphire, 25953|And shalt find there the Sun-child, 25953|There where the greatest number sit. 25953|"And the fifth of the sun-children 25953|Seest thou now, and she, the sixth, 25953|And thou, O Sun-child, the seventh, 25953|With the golden bow in her hands? 25953|And what a beauty they are, 25953|In their raiment, their caps, their veils! 25953|Be the fairest child of Pohja, 25953|And the fairest child of Pohja! 25953|"Now the youth, O mighty hero, 25953|Hast the shelt'ring castle won, 25953|Heaven is on thy head and shoulders, 25953|Heaven is on thy shoulders, bright. 25953|There is also the mighty home-town, 25953|And the ancient home of Sariola, 25953|And the ancient home of Sariola. 25953|" ======================================== SAMPLE 9150 ======================================== 1471|That make life's work a sin 1471|That is so heavy to bear. 1471|And when she sings, and takes her throne, 1471|In its long day and its great night, 1471|It is as though men said, "This be 1471|The whole of the poet's day." 1471|For her, I think her night should be 1471|When she turns from her starry sky 1471|And feels her earthy hand in mine 1471|And says, "What would you have, O Lord?" 1471|And says, "Could you have kept him near, 1471|What do you give me for my wine?" 1471|Well, if she had, there'd be drouth 1471|Between her and that starry sky. 1471|For she hath brought this soul to earth, 1471|I think, to be her lover now,-- 1471|This lover of her starry sky. 1471|And let us not deny, if so it seem us, 1471|The gift of soul, the god-like seat, the throne, 1471|The great eyes, the face of a woman, 1471|For which she hath been sent hither. 1471|But still, even so, I stand and say 1471|That not for a star's worth, a speck's worth, 1471|She hath my manhood,--that she has 1471|His whole life's love and mine. 1471|And yet, if once she turn, 1471|What do you think I give her, father,-- 1471|That all for her?--who does live 1471|And find a star may well be 1471|All that a woman yet shall be 1471|In our life's prime. 1471|For if she have her star within, 1471|Is not her soul a woman's spirit too 1471|To be received and received, 1471|And have we that star too, 1471|And be the woman who is grown 1471|To be her life's lord? 1471|No--love us not, father, no! 1471|We can give no better gift-- 1471|Love's own star, that whirls the soul 1471|In the whole body up and round! 1471|Yea, all things yield to that one word 1471|Whose eyes behold us, love, and the rest: 1471|But for that one word I dare not lift, 1471|If the star of love be not so bright, 1471|If my soul, so long so proud, 1471|Be not so strong, since, in the face of reason, 1471|A woman's love, the star of all her soul, 1471|Was never seen. 1471|How vain were her lips' great singing, 1471|How vain were the stars that over her shone! 1471|How vain was the light of her eyes' deep eyes 1471|To the moon's cold light, to that dim starry sky,-- 1471|A woman's love, the moon, the stars, and God! 1471|Why do you come here, sweet Love, 1471|The night is cold and clear, 1471|The birds are gone to bed; 1471|Go, kiss me and be glad 1471|When the sweet dawn is shown. 1471|It brings the light-foot blossoms, 1471|It brings the sunbeams bright; 1471|I look to see, and grieve to see, 1471|Your face so fair and young. 1471|Kiss me and be glad;--but first kiss me 1471|Ere the sweet morrow's gane; 1471|Kiss me and be glad, 1471|Kiss me and be glad, 1471|Kiss me and be glad. 1471|Oh! my boy, my Boy, 1471|Ah me! what is become of thee, 1471|And what ails thy mother's eyes? 1471|Nay, nay, 'tis time to go; 1471|My heart is in the lurch, 1471|My hair is all a-shining, 1471|My heart beats high in me. 1471|Kiss me and be glad; 1471|And then away we'll speed, 1471|For so I 'm come to the lodge,-- 1471 ======================================== SAMPLE 9160 ======================================== 30357|But there came a knight on his steed, 30357|And took him prisoner; 30357|The bold Stuarts have their hearts set on 30357|To free him from his chains; 30357|And now no more, for liberty, 30357|To live or sail, 30357|He is the greatest lord on earth 30357|From the Kingdomes of the air. 30357|And thus the gallant knight made trial 30357|Of the force of his foe: 30357|He had no cause, he could not, 30357|'Signed him guilty; 30357|He would fain be of their train; 30357|But 'twas too late for that, 30357|For the King of Heaven had sworn him, 30357|They should have him: so they did. 30357|But when they brought the prisoner in, 30357|They found him a prisoner, 30357|He is grown great and strong 30357|And now he wends his way 30357|To the great and spacious hall 30357|Of the Kingdomes of the air, 30357|Full fifty castles high! 30357|There he toilth with his fetters, 30357|His fetters do grow light, 30357|And every little finger 30357|Pleased on his chains he lays. 30357|He doth to these castles come 30357|For to defend the rights 30357|From the coming of usurping 30357|Proud lords of England free. 30357|But there too is a danger, 30357|For the King of Heaven has sworn 30357|In the courts of these high places, 30357|To give all liberties lost 30357|To the puissant prince of Norway: 30357|They shall loose him in time. 30357|But the King of Norway being slain, 30357|And the North of Norway ruled 30357|By a man, that is now a king, 30357|Their king hath granted again 30357|In his kingdome bowers, 30357|Rulant and safe to be hold 30357|In the kingdom of Norway. 30357|There are other Puns, that sing 30357|As the nightingales do sing 30357|In the shady forests hollow, 30357|And the banks and brae 30357|Of the brook Shalotte. 30357|There are many, and many more, 30357|As I can tell by the number, 30357|Who have taken their names 30357|From the larks, and the wings 30357|Of the angels that sing. 30357|I am sure they have a song 30357|That by turns in sudden change 30357|Can with different notes 30357|Accord with each separate thought 30357|Of the various creatures that live, 30357|And with all creatures that are made; 30357|And the name may vary much 30357|From the bird to the swallow, 30357|In the blue sky to the earth, 30357|In the river to the speck, 30357|In the hunter to the prey; 30357|Which being so, the name 30357|Of such as have that grace 30357|Must not by any meant be given; 30357|And as my rhymes be not set free 30357|From those impediments 30357|That often repel 30357|Churning rhymes, that will not sound 30357|Like religious psalms, 30357|Or holy hymns; but I hope 30357|To find my psalms in your hearing, 30357|Which may at least in part afford 30357|A rational and Christian call to heaven. 30357|For I will not in any way presume 30357|To insinuate against your name, nor 30357|To make you out more fit for heaven 30357|Than I am, or your merit or worth, 30357|Or any one good thing there is. 30357|I will but say that, since you are minded 30357|To go at once from verse to scripture, 30357|Or else like Icarus lay your life, 30357|You may expect a miracle, 30357|Or else some sign from God, 30357|Of which we cannot vainly make. 30357|But as you are a chosen messenger 30357|Of some great mystery, 30357|Whose being will be ======================================== SAMPLE 9170 ======================================== 30332|With such a mighty hand as wrought it all, 30332|His strength it seemed might seem a thing of nought 30332|Touched by this fame in any wise to glow; 30332|Yet now he knew indeed it was the same 30332|And, as a man in strange mischance might fall, 30332|He was but half-disheartened in his woe; 30332|But still in his bright eyes there could there be 30332|No light of pride, but all a troubled care 30332|So bitter that in her bright eyes seemed it, 30332|As by the wind in autumn, still the beam 30332|Of the red heart of the maiden was seen 30332|Grow fainter as the summer went to sleep. 30332|So like a man a sudden sorrow came 30332|Within her eyes, and though she had not said 30332|The words the hand must use, her face grew pale, 30332|While that she could not speak none there was seen 30332|Who might the meaning of her meaning tell. 30332|But loath she was of words, and loath of speech, 30332|So that with one voice she might not try 30332|And tell of all the grief that made her stay. 30332|But as she went to leave, 'twas as she thought 30332|That they who on such great sorrow wait for span 30332|Should fail of love and all the rest by chance 30332|Which makes men's hearts for ever calm as ice 30332|Be kinder, as therewith new happiness. 30332|But as she came through door a little nigh 30332|Her mother turned to see what she should do 30332|To ease her mother's troubled mind awhile; 30332|And on her mother's head there fell a load, 30332|And she was now alone as when she came 30332|Into the little room, and though the place 30332|Sheld her mother's face, she seemed to turn aside, 30332|As if she deemed still more and more the dream 30332|Of her she left at sunset had come back, 30332|Until at last a sad despair she felt 30332|Within her, and the stillness of the place 30332|Grew stillier with the day-darkening sky 30332|Until at last she did the little thing 30332|That had a touch of grief to it to-day. 30332|"I should have had you, mother," the young man said; 30332|"But when I sent for you, my sorrow came 30332|Out of your heart with you, but your heart 30332|Could not have thought of it, you being dead, 30332|But I who had no share in it, cannot do-- 30332|Because I love you, as I cannot do." 30332|"Ah! why is this then then, my son?" she cried, 30332|"Why do you not love me, as I, indeed, 30332|Must love you?" 30332|"Now, what if you loved me," she answered him; 30332|"My heart can take no love till I am dead, 30332|And though I know a life may come to me 30332|Without my knowing, still I have this power 30332|To love as men who love, indeed, but hide 30332|Within a heart unknown this gladness too. 30332|Ah, you love me, now you know me dead! 30332|And yet, when you came home, and all was still, 30332|You said you might not go, because you knew 30332|Your mother was a poor poor mother." 30332|"Nay, mother, dear, I love her," the young man said-- 30332|"This love that you have for one who loves you 30332|Must be your other love beyond the power 30332|To say and speak, and not the love indeed 30332|Which love and life is, but some other thing, 30332|Since love will love no other but I do; 30332|I love her well enough, now she is gone." 30332|"Ah, then in heaven, indeed, she did love you; 30332|But heaven and hell, the bitter woe, the pain, 30332|I have seen, how can we love in heaven?" 30332|"No, though we loved as other men, we did not 30332|See through the veil of death ======================================== SAMPLE 9180 ======================================== 1030|Tho' that I hae been a' the same; 1030|The world is fairer than I had thought. 1030|I think I see a thousand fatt'ning pies, 1030|And lasses, with their plump-a-bede; 1030|For lasses, and pies, and fatt'ning pies, 1030|With their full larders, ha'e their share. 1030|In time of warl's or fair-fou, 1030|The world has been my enemy, 1030|For every human creature 1030|Has borne his yelping-caw; 1030|But now the world has been my friend, 1030|And now before me hew 1030|A lass, a lass, a lass again. 1030|"The world is gone with the dead, 1030|A-hunting-crafting round the bush, 1030|And if they 're not found here 1030|At least they'll raif't for all." 1030|"Tho' your face look litten pale, 1030|And your hair is all hanging grey, 1030|You have ne'er a-look'd at a day, 1030|Nor a day so comely morn." 1030|"A day of a day we shall go down, 1030|And see some men that were there, 1030|Whose feet were never away, 1030|Or a minnow at their heels." 1030|"And I'll look the town over 1030|Till I find your lost-ward stitched; 1030|Where, all round the square, 1030|Heap'd up like a pumpkin-sprout 1030|The corn was, all over-full." 1030|"And then, we'll see where we are; 1030|'T would please you much to come back, 1030|Your father's house that is in Kent. 1030|You would find the garden door 1030|Shut and bolted, that you'd never do." 1030|"And I am going back again, 1030|And if you want me to go, 1030|Follow me! I 'll come to yonder gate." 1030|"I never came to yonder gate 1030|After a day and a night; 1030|I 'll come to yonder garden-door 1030|As soon as it is arched and shut." 1030|A lass, a lass, a lass again, 1030|The Corn is a-bloomin', the corn is a-bloomin'. 1030|"And if they 're not found here, 1030|A-hunting around the bush, 1030|And if they 're not found here, 1030|A-hunting round the bush, 1030|I 'm sure they 'll ha'e been seen! 1030|We 'll go to town in our gowns, 1030|And if found we 'll say "I smell!" 1030|And if found we 'll say "I do!" 1030|And I 'll come in with you! 1030|I 'll come in with you! 1030|We 'll go to town in our gowns, 1030|And if found we 'll say, "I love!" 1030|And if found we 'll say "I go!" 1030|And if found we 'll let them away! 1030|And if found we 'll let them away! 1030|They will have it if they went in with us; 1030|But we shall be left in the cold. 1030|What 's that, a lassie? Why you ask? 1030|It means we 're all in the cold. 1030|Come, now, for our father has a house, 1030|The most pretty he ever did see: 1030|The vera bonnet'd, gilded beau, 1030|To make it look a mile or twa; 1030|And there's my lady, so bonny, 1030|That you 'll like her, so bonny: 1030|Come, put it in your head 1030|To put it in a coat, 1030|And come with your hat on; 1030|To give her a good old gill, 1030|But I ======================================== SAMPLE 9190 ======================================== 1280|The wind blew a wind from the east, a mighty wind that blew 1280|And tossed the clouds. 1280|And there was a roar of wind upon the ships and on the shore; 1280|The people and ships in the portyarzed together. 1280|And when I thought of the ships that were in the bay, my head was 1280|cored. 1280|I stood on the sidewalk and heard the wind upon the waters, 1280|And thought of my friend, the poet, the poet I stood by: 1280|And I thought of the ship that came to die, and the death-watch 1280|The boats that were standing at anchor in the harbor of Newbury. 1280|And I saw my old friend, the poet, the poet that stood beside me, 1280|He was in his boat, a good white-washed wooden vessel anchored off a 1280|surd." 1280|And he asked me, "You want to be a poet, and are reading me as 1280|me. Do you come of the same race as me, or do you belong 1280|either to another place?" 1280|And I said, "My master and I were students--the same house--in 1280|Newbury." 1280|And next word he spoke was, "I go to Harvard in the fall. 1280|And to be to the fore of the world in literature is the 1280|promise that I promise, to-night and forever." 1280|I looked out of the window and saw that at the opposite end of 1280|the street from the house as old as the city, stood the large 1280|arch, gaunt, and stately pillars of the old chapel. 1280|And I said: "You have seen me in your boat. A friend, a 1280|friend with the hand of mercy. But I said, "Where is my comrade 1280|of the sea? And you said, "Where is your brother, sonnambula?" 1280|I answered him: "The great priest comes to-night and we two will 1280|go to him." 1280|And I said to my friend, "My friend, let me tell you. I am going 1280|to be a poet--to be immortal." 1280|And he said, "Go to him. We both are going to him." 1280|Then the old priest rose and called the angels and asked them to be 1280|near you: 1280|"What is the meaning of this moment? Where does it go?" 1280|And the angels came. 1280|Then I said "It is my fate. It has been my fate for an 1280|immortality. For an immortality, it is given. I went 1280|on a pilgrim's path. This is the light of my path." 1280|The good priest turned to me: 1280|"This is the glory of the world. This is the glory of my 1280|own spirit. And the whole world," and he went away. 1280|Then the good priest came back to me and said, "Follow your soul's 1280|will. I have been going on a journey. And you are going on a 1280|whole, eternal journey-- 1280|The great pilgrim's boat--the mystic boat, the ship, 1280|the pilgrim's bus--the mystic vessel. 1280|It is the hour of miracles in many countries. In 1280|the United States two of the great miracles happen at 1280|once. 1280|One is the revival of Christianity. Two are more ancient. And 1280|both of them are of the light of revelation. 1280|These two are great miracles that are happening at the same 1280|time. 1280|And the miracle of miracles is happening in the world. 1280|It is happening in England. And the miracle of miracles 1280|is happening in France. 1280|And it is happening in Germany and Italy. 1280|And it is happening in Sweden. 1280|You have your miracle of miracles in Germany, where there 1280|has been a revival of Christianity. The world is in a 1280|thrill of things that are happening at the same time. 1280|In the South Pacific, in the Western Pacific, on Alaska's 1280|flood-plains, it is happening that the ocean--the world 1280|has a heart-throbb ======================================== SAMPLE 9200 ======================================== A little child 18007|Doth want a little love, 18007|A little child-- 18007|A little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|Love is an art, I know, 18007|Made of a golden thread, 18007|A little child 18007|The work of man; 18007|Love's gold to see; 18007|Love's pearl to scan; 18007|Love's treasure-book: 18007|Love's name and seal; 18007|Love's meaning, 'mid the noise 18007|And tumult and the strife 18007|Of our worldly strife,-- 18007|Love's most sincere-- 18007|It is in love, I know, 18007|That hearts in tune most meet, 18007|Where nothing is said 18007|Yet nothing strange 18007|Or strange could be! 18007|A little child! 18007|One little flower, a little flower 18007|I found and nurtured in my mother's hair, 18007|O little child! 18007|I saw the dew upon it in the gloom, 18007|And, looking through a mist of memories, 18007|A pale heart beating--which I know not, yet 18007|Pressing round my throat with a golden clasp; 18007|A little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|I knew not that she looked upon me 18007|As one who had suffered and been true, 18007|Nor had I need to ask her thus, for she 18007|Was more than one, and all were with me, 18007|As the flower I planted in her mother's hair; 18007|So little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|The dear little one who looked me in the eyes, 18007|The one who heard the call, the one who felt 18007|No shame because of what was hers, was mine. 18007|One little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|The day comes when none may take her home 18007|Safe from the world, the dear little child, 18007|The one who waited at home and died,-- 18007|I will not ask of death, for she is mine. 18007|A little child! 18007|It is not death! It is not death! 18007|'Tis only the morning of the dawn,-- 18007|And love must live till the last swallow flaps 18007|Its folded wings at evening and we end 18007|In the same still, lonely place, until life's 18007|The life she knew of youth,--the life that knows, 18007|Not how to die, but that she must abide, 18007|Till we are dust, and she must fly to us 18007|To live and die. 18007|A little child! 18007|This is my little gift: 18007|Nothing will be missed, and all our lives 18007|Our little girl will look as she should, 18007|And look back on her life with us alone, 18007|With eyes that will not be tired of looking;-- 18007|All the world will seem so bright that she 18007|Will have the sense of life and love enough 18007|To love a thousand times our one love of living, 18007|And die again. 18007|A little child! 18007|How many the days she has been gone, 18007|How young the eyes, how fresh the blood, 18007|How fresh the kisses that have been 18007|Ere we were one: and we shall be 18007|A thousand times as old then;-- 18007|The life she knew of youth! 18007|A little child! 18007|How many a heart she has opened!-- 18007|How many a closed door shut! 18007|And what her hand hath held, I say, 18007|But now may only hold the door, 18007|Or what her name betoken 18007|As it will stand to one account, 18007|How many days ago or more, 18007|And all for one she had set 18007|In some new wonder of her youth, 18007|Or made to serve or be in pain, 18007|And all for one she had taught to love. 18007|A little child! 18007|A little child! 18007|A little ======================================== SAMPLE 9210 ======================================== 22229|By the wild and stormy sea, 22229|That never love hath known, 22229|The wild and stormy sea, 22229|As it winds by the bonnie strand 22229|Of the bonnie strand 22229|Of the bonnie strand; 22229|But there's nae peace o' sair fearing, 22229|As it breezes by, 22229|But there's nae peace o' sair fearing-- 22229|But there's nae peace o' sair fearing, 22229|But there maun be no sin, 22229|And Heaven shall be our view 22229|To a' the joys we hae to watch, 22229|But there maun be no sin, 22229|To a' the joys we hae to watch, 22229|But there maun be no sin, 22229|Till the warl' is over and gane, 22229|Till the warl' is over and gane, 22229|It's just the same, my heart, in fine, 22229|Till the warl' is over and gane. 22229|'It's just the same, my heart, in fine.' 22229|We are at a gallop, we are at a gallop, 22229|And 'tis just the same, my heart, to follow, follow! 22229|For the world's a field where the cattle can flee, 22229|And what it sae--ye'll see--ye'll see! 22229|We've clave the hills at the breaking o' the day, 22229|Where the lave rins the hoof-tracks in lave rin, 22229|And the lave's clear in the sunshine o' thine e'e, 22229|And the hills are o'er the wiles, and the woods are o'er the meen. 22229|And we'll mak us muckle bed before our e'en, 22229|But wilt thou, sweet maid, be over the maes, 22229|For all the sorrow, and wilt thou be ma? 22229|For the mair we're mair, and the mair ye'll gae, 22229|It's just the same, my heart, in fine-- 22229|It's just the same, my heart, in fine. 22229|Let me love thee the more, 22229|Sweet maiden, 22229|That, like the rose, 22229|Blooms fresh, 22229|Yet blooms more fair 22229|In a single hand. 22229|Let me love thee the more, 22229|Sweet maiden, 22229|That, like the rose, 22229|Blooms fresh, 22229|Yet blooms more fair 22229|O! for the sky! 22229|For the sky! 22229|For the sky! 22229|I wander wide and far frae you, 22229|To gather up thy kisses at last; 22229|Thy smile, tho' dim it burn'd me, 22229|Has dimm'd my spirit yet. 22229|I've wander'd far frae you for thee, 22229|I've wander'd far frae you for thee; 22229|I have watch'd at thy feet, 22229|Thou must not forget, 22229|Or thou wilt miss his kiss. 22229|I linger'd for thee still, 22229|I linger'd for thee still; 22229|I watch'd that face o' thine, 22229|And thou wilt not forget. 22229|My heart is a' locked up in thee, 22229|My heart is a' locked up in thee; 22229|My spirit I cannot move, 22229|Or feel for to love or to part. 22229|But, though I maun leave thee to-day, 22229|That day I shall miss thee to-day, 22229|And weel can I count on thee 22229|To love and to part to-day. 22229|We part for ever, love and thee; 22229|We part for ever, love and thee; 22229|We 'll meet, nor part again, 22229|Though we wander far frae thee. 22229|Let us live for the love o' our youth, 22229|For the passion o' our youth, 22229|Wh ======================================== SAMPLE 9220 ======================================== 24605|With flowers of beauty and of light. 24605|The night is gone! 24605|All bright and silent are the skies, 24605|And the stars, in their silence, sit, 24605|As if they held a banquet, yet 24605|Pondering, ponder and complain 24605|What has happened to them all this day. 24605|"O earth, why is your beauty fled? 24605|And why are the stars withdrawn?" 24605|And the earth answers--"I know." 24605|I know, I know, I know, I know-- 24605|Oh no, I cannot tell the truth; 24605|But I am too light and frail-- 24605|Oh do not let me go. 24605|I am too little, no one knows; 24605|I have never been used to 24605|How to play with something so new, 24605|And to take out and use it so. 24605|To be a child; 24605|A pretty, innocent child. 24605|To love and long for simple things-- 24605|The earth and skies so blue; 24605|The trees and grassy meadows found 24605|Upon each side the road. 24605|To dream of glory, wealth, and power; 24605|Of glorious deeds for them to do, 24605|To wait and watch until they win, 24605|And know their time is done. 24605|In life the great and small, the rich, 24605|The humble, and the poor, and slight, 24605|They all are alike; but I, 24605|Myself a part of all, I feel 24605|All one with them, I must be 24605|The great high master of all, as each 24605|Loves, cherishes and worships me. 24605|I do not think I can be weak; 24605|One love is strong as any. 24605|It is so strong, I need no bed, 24605|No couch, nor bowl, nor cover: 24605|"All things my dearest, every one, 24605|Are one in me!" 24605|It is so strong, I hardly know 24605|The hour or moment to forsake 24605|The love that holds me fast; 24605|But there is only one I fear 24605|Will suffer any one. 24605|It is so strong, I never win 24605|To break from its embrace; 24605|Oh, there is only one I fear 24605|Will never, never know! 24605|I cannot speak of pleasures, true; 24605|That's why I love to die; 24605|I love to share my life with thee, 24605|My dearest, when our souls are there; 24605|Where, as life's day is brief, 24605|"All things my dearest, every one, 24605|Are one in me." 24605|Dear dear, sweet friend, these words to say, 24605|To thee and me will be no scoff; 24605|For, in spite of all the odds of life 24605|To us are all the same to thee; 24605|And there's only one who, far away, 24605|We shall miss, when, oh, how soon!! 24605|A tear shall spring, a tear, from me: 24605|I see thee, gentle one, though far away; 24605|For, all my life, dear friend, I would not know, 24605|If thou or I were lost, in yonder sky. 24605|As I kneel in prayer as in devotion; 24605|I thank God, that I have lost thee, love; 24605|I'd like to look up to the stars in silence; 24605|I love the stars that shine in heaven's sky. 24605|I would know of the soul's troubles, too, 24605|I would hear the thoughts that rise in me; 24605|I would see the heart's unrest and sorrow, 24605|I would feel, when in trouble, all thy hand. 24605|But now, when I am living here, I seek 24605|A word from God to show that I love thee; 24605|Perhaps he will say, "I love thee!" 24605|Or, as a friend, he will say, "Oh, my friend! 24605|I have known ======================================== SAMPLE 9230 ======================================== 1030|And drave 'em home. 1030|From King Richard's Men, by William Butler Yeovil, 1030|The following is a note of invitation extended to the 1030|London Public Opens for the Third Saturday in September 1030|"To the Music heard in the old Quire Hall", 1030|(Translated from the German of Mr. 1030|King, the famous German scholar, is much admired in our city) 1030|and with great expense furnished them, a translation and comments 1030|will appear at the meetings of that Society. 1030|"Who is she that hath the name of Lady Lillenn," 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Yarrow,) 1030|"O thou that canst not sing of thee", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Kettlewell,) 1030|"I am very much afraid to see", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Woodbourne, in West Sussex,) 1030|"A tale to be believed", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Atherton,) 1030|"Sister, if the King can get you out", 1030|(A poem for Thomas of St. Andrews,) 1030|"And by such heavy luck comes that", 1030|(A poem for Mrs. Lillenn of Wythowan,) 1030|I cannot give an ample oratis; but I can give two notes to point out 1030|The first is the "Old Quire Library", which is now in the Abbey; 1030|(But these are but fragments; and you can hardly call the book 1030|"A Poetical Library", which was afterwards destroyed by the Duke of 1030|These are some of the curious "Litrical Books", in four volumes: 1030|A Bibliographical History of the "Old Quire Library", and of its 1030|"The Quire was the first that took the view of our city", 1030|The next is the "Horses Memoirs", now in "London Saddles", 1030|"That to see was to hear the hum of the horses", 1030|"I heard a voice that cried" 1030|"The Duke of Westminster", i, 1030|"I saw a face I cannot forget", 1030|(See text, l. 619.) 1030|"And that I was no stranger there", 1030|(The text and plan are from T. F. Y. I think it is the "Old Quire" 1030|"The Duke of Westminster was my favourite", 1030|(The text is from the 1809 edition.) 1030|"The Quire's History", which is printed in Littell's "Lits", 1030|A Bibliographical History of the "Old Quire Library", 1030|And then there are the poems printed in "London Saddles" 1030|It has already been stated that 'The Quire' belonged to the 1030|"The Lady Lillenn of Winkshoop", 1030|"I think that the Lord Mayor of London's the most gallant that you can 1030|do what I ought to do", 1030|"The King is a good kind of man and tolerable on any ground at all". 1030|"There was a certain lady", 1030|"How is this the Valley of Winkshoop?", 1030|"If I had been in Holland" (lines 7, 8,) "I should have put it down that the 1030|"But where was I to blame", 1030|"I did not know that they were in Holland". 1030|"That were the worst, that were the worst", 1030|"I did not know that they were in Holland?". 1030|"I was a very simple little scholar and not a very great writer". 1030|"The King was a good kind of man and tolerable". 1030|"I knew that it was not in my power", 1030|"I know and I know", i, 1030|"That it was not in my power?". 1030|"But I must beg leave to say one thing", i, 1030|"That I must beg leave to say one thing?". 1030|"What thing was it? I was ashamed to let it slide", 1030|"It was a very nice castle there in Hertford", 1030|"They tell me ======================================== SAMPLE 9240 ======================================== 24869|With every sin and blemish red her stain, 24869|And, if the law commands, may well 24869|The vengeance on us wait, and taste 24869|An exile’s sentence too. 24869|Hence, in the land which I have won, 24869|A son whom love and pity call, 24869|Whose feet ne’er may tread the dale, 24869|Unstained by all the sins of yore:(852) 24869|From each deed he shall pursue 24869|One guiltless path and pure as gold.” 24869|Then Ráma spake in gentle tone: 24869|“I go, thy words and word to hear, 24869|To share the prince’s halls above, 24869|The royal halls in heaven, 24869|Where Queen Kauśalyá abode. 24869|My father and my mother, they 24869|Who love him ever as their own, 24869|With hands as firm as wood, and hearts 24869|As firm as iron, must obey. 24869|The mighty king who rules this land, 24869|And all within, above, below, 24869|May all with joy and honour meet 24869|As Lakshmaṇ and as Ráma now. 24869|This kingdom I have won by toil 24869|And sweat of travail well-deserving, 24869|And all the land I till possess, 24869|This land, as thought of sacred lore, 24869|Which thou hast won by all men’s praises; 24869|To thee, O Monarch, as my sire, 24869|With loving words most closely tied, 24869|I turn my anxious eyes, and see 24869|A glorious path laid open. 24869|Let now the king in council here 24869|Urge by his high command the war, 24869|And all his strength, the strength of kings, 24869|Who rule all in their might and trust. 24869|For I have heard in ancient time 24869|The story of the giants’ crime: 24869|The wicked fiends who fought and foiled, 24869|And to our common joy gave aid, 24869|And to our joyous lot was doomed 24869|To share a solitary doom. 24869|They fell and we escaped unheeding, 24869|But they our freedom fain would have caught, 24869|And then upon the threshold met 24869|Who bound us with a curse of bale. 24869|What need of woe to us to dread, 24869|Or dread the peril of such wrong? 24869|Our strength, though great, is not impend 24869|To any deed, as mightiest, bold, 24869|Like those of old in war renowned, 24869|Or this or that the sons of earth. 24869|Still, lord of men, thy will I heed, 24869|And by thy will let all be blest. 24869|Go, and within our home, O king, 24869|With all its realms and cities hold, 24869|And every dame and every dame 24869|A faithful spy with thee prepare. 24869|When in thine honor thou behold 24869|Our loving chiefs and royal dames, 24869|Let our decrees of confidence 24869|Be heard by all, and I consent.” 24869|Canto XXXIX. Hanumán’s Speech. 24869|Then came the chieftain to the place 24869|Where the dear monarch lay; 24869|And many a reverent hand, 24869|And joyful speech attended each. 24869|“Great Ráma with his brother stand 24869|With reverential grasp and greet 24869|Yon noble pair before them, and 24869|The whole assembled crowd are filled. 24869|O’erwhelming joy and rapture swell 24869|The universal joy that swells 24869|The high effusion of the King 24869|For Ráma’s dear protection. 24869|Ráma, the brave, the glorious, true, 24869|The friend of virtue, pure, and free,— 24869|The son of Daśaratha, still 24869|My hero Rávaṇ, he whose might 24869|Of arm, ======================================== SAMPLE 9250 ======================================== 3650|That he had known a world of men in his youth, 3650|And a more than youthful thirst to be one. 3650|He was one of a number of young men 3650|Who first had stirred the fountain of men's love, 3650|And now stood in a world of sorrow, and knew 3650|How the soul must waste in a few short years 3650|If it did not search at once for rest. 3650|He was one of a few, yet the heart 3650|That could feel for him, loved him, and yearned, 3650|And was yearning for a word that might make 3650|His life an easy and joyous one. 3650|For the world in its best of things seemed gone, 3650|And the best of men were of their days 3650|Yet the heart in him longed to be one 3650|Of the many who were there, and must wait, 3650|As they could make no sooner part 3650|Than their bond stronger than the chain. 3650|"A hundred brothers are in this place, 3650|And if I have to choose I know 3650|My choice should be unto one 3650|Of their number." He had chosen there, 3650|And with his choice that choice was taken 3650|By a light that filled him with pride. 3650|He knew, he had heard it from his friend, 3650|And had seen it in the eyes of those 3650|Who knew him of old, and had understood 3650|The words, the look, that had long been his 3650|And had blessed the life that had been his. 3650|For as he turned the corner, and found 3650|At last the house that was his home-road, 3650|He seemed as he might have come by luck, 3650|The house that his boyhood knew so well, 3650|The manger, the hayfield, and the well, 3650|And all the pleasant little towns of old, 3650|Where he had worshipped more and more 3650|His nature; this he still had done, 3650|And no one in the world could undo. 3650|"I know what you are doing. It has been, 3650|This waiting and this waiting, for long enough: 3650|It is not for my tongue to tell it; 3650|To speak you I cannot, for I only give 3650|My spirit to the task. Come at the word; 3650|And I shall go my way. 3650|"What did you do in the house that's now your own, 3650|And what have you been to yourself in the time 3650|That is now yours, and yours only? 3650|You were nothing but a foolish child, 3650|A foolish child who found no friend in his band, 3650|Who found no food in the barren fields, 3650|And no kind words in the vacant house. 3650|"No kind word in the house, or in the field, 3650|Or under sky, or in the shining sea; 3650|All was unuttered, and sad, and wrong; 3650|A lonely child, in this great loneliness, 3650|Whose very face was as an empty shell, 3650|To which no form was given. 3650|"If you were here to-day, you could not come 3650|And find for him a place that suited well; 3650|You could not help him in his heart of hearts, 3650|If you were not here. 3650|"He'd have to keep still, and be alone, 3650|And always looking to the south or north 3650|For help that none would give, but he had none; 3650|He could not sleep, and still be wakened up 3650|By any one; and all to himself would he 3650|For ever say, 3650|"I am alone in this great lonely house, 3650|And am the lonely child no more. 3650|This you're feeling, gentle little man, 3650|That I cannot say too loudly for you; 3650|Your little house is lonely without you; 3650|And the lonely boy 3650|"When he hears the great world's noise, and sees no one 3650|To cheer him, and to help him, and to give 3650|Something to do ======================================== SAMPLE 9260 ======================================== 845|They had no word, but stared, but stared; 845|Till they seemed to feel the blood o'ergasm clear, 845|And they turned, and fled, and sought and found 845|One other thing, a woman's head 845|Beneath a window-gable's swing. 845|A little child was sitting there 845|From early morning till the day's sun streamed away. 845|Her head upon her father's knee, 845|Like sobs, and on the window-seat 845|Her face was on the window-pane, 845|With sad little eyes and tender, 845|But now her face was gone from it. 845|And one still sits by the window-seat, 845|And one waits and watches and watches, 845|And on the hearth-stone watches the cold dead day, 845|And on his face the looks of him unseen. 845|And over the window-seat where it hung above 845|Cried, "O, mother, tell me then, 845|Is that the child of mine that is gone?" 845|And, with her face over the sill there, 845|To all who watched and watched in silence, 845|A father and her mother stood, with her face 845|Awaited o'er the door at the window of which they sat. 845|The child had gone, and though a mother she could not be. 845|They watched and watched for a moon's-worth, 845|Then all the little heads bent lower, 845|And slowly they began to sigh, 845|And now the tears were silent as the blood. 845|The mother murmured "'Twas the sky." 845|And the father, gazing upward through the crack, 845|"Is that the child I saw in the windows with the child in its arms? 845|"Is this the face that I saw so brightly flash and flash and flash-- 845|That is the face as it was in that window, and the face that was there?" 845|And now the tears were silent. 845|The father and the mother said nothing, 845|Nor moved a single inch together; 845|The father stood with his face turned upward 845|In the blank window with the empty casement; 845|And the mother, sitting in the white silence, 845|Gave up the search for the child in the casement, 845|For the face of the dead child in the casement was gone forever. 845|What more were mother and father 845|Than this, that the weeping of a mother and the sighing of a father, 845|But the tears were turned to the silent earth, 845|And the silent earth to mother and father, 845|For the face of that child in the casement with empty casement 845|Was gone forever from earth. 845|At midnight dark in the wood 845|A boy sat up in a tree; 845|The moon was low and the branches, green 845|That shaded his couch were green. 845|He said: "O timorous woodman, 845|Shall I not creep out to thee? 845|Shall I not sit by the tree and fret 845|With a wistful gaze for ever? 845|And shall I not shut out night 845|And all the bitter soundless gloom 845|With my hollow pine and scrolled box 845|With its door in the root so tight?" 845|Thus for a moment the woodman sighed 845|And thought of his empty casement, 845|And yawned and flung a log against 845|The pine, and the box fell down 845|And darkness filled the forest all. 845|The boy, his nightcap on his head, 845|Woke up and mused beside the fire, 845|And the pine, low buried in the ground, 845|Was silent there, for his needs were dire, 845|And he could not shut out the night. 845|At dawn the child cried once again, 845|And his face with fear was wet:-- 845|"Where are you, old pine, so soon, so early, 845|And what will you tell to the king?" 845|The pine said nothing ======================================== SAMPLE 9270 ======================================== 2130|The great old monarch! 2130|A king-craft, a king-fief, I must say! 2130|But not to-day! 2130|That is no royal rule. And I forget 2130|One monarch since our first--the King of England. 2130|O! if 'tis not so, 2130|I knew a king, 2130|A king could never be. I was a child, 2130|And never heard of such. 2130|Now tell me true, 2130|How has the King of England done? 2130|I would not have it so; 2130|He's the best monarch that ever sprang 2130|From an old woman like himself. 2130|The King of England 2130|Is dead and I'm not. 2130|He's dead (what's the King of England done?), 2130|He's dead at least three thousand years; but I was 2130|A child, and had a little doll,--I was not 2130|A king-craft, a king-fief, but I am king-craft now; 2130|And I will have my doll again, 2130|And rule the world for ever, till a new 2130|King shall come from Calvary. I'll have it so! 2130|(To the poor fool--the King of England! What a poor 2130|Brick-stalk fool I am! If I was born so much 2130|I could not sleep a wink, 2130|But my head is cramped with toiling; yet I am not 2130|A king-craft, a king-fief, nor would I rule the world 2130|So long as I have power to chafe and grumble now. 2130|My king is dead. 2130|Why then the King of England must be dead, 2130|And I, too, be dead, 2130|And I'd be poor, and poor, and poor, and poor, poor, poor, 2130|Poor as a beggar and as poor as a camel.' 2130|(In the middle of this confusion he heard 2130|The bells of his own town rock.) 2130|'The King of England!' 2130|'A poor old man? 2130|My father got him into a good house, my mother 2130|But a poor old man. We got him into the right house 2130|As the best house under the sun. 2130|The King of England! My old fool, my old fool, 2130|And if my ears have not been a-tickling with 2130|His name all day long I will tell you. 2130|He's dead, my man, dead! 2130|The King of England! The King of England, yes, the King 2130|Of England is dead. He was the finest man ever born. 2130|The king of the Britons is dead! 2130|'The King of the Britons and his men are gone 2130|To be the poor old world's example to others of the world 2130|And the crown of the crown of the king is gone, 2130|The crown of the king of the British is gone, 2130|And a poor old man must now rule the earth. 2130|The king of the Briton is dead! 2130|'I went to see his brother, 2130|Who's long been dead, too. 2130|I went to say good-by, 2130|And found him in his grave, 2130|So crowded was he with his clay pigeons 2130|And pecked the purple clay. 2130|There was not a creature of the earth 2130|Was looking on the king. 2130|The little girls and the boys,-- 2130|They stood about the field 2130|With half-bruised and beaten faces, 2130|With bleeding feet and knees. 2130|They fed for an hour or more, 2130|And each had somewhere to save 2130|Her little white ducklings; and each 2130|Had money in her nest: 2130|They ate the bread which hung in the steeple, 2130|And the hard bread that none may eat. 2130|The people who had come to pay their respects 2130|Were led aside, and not allowed to stand, 2130|When there was a little talk between the graves 2130|And the black ======================================== SAMPLE 9280 ======================================== 1186|There's a kind of magic at the opening 1186|Of an old chest, the stuff of dreams: 1186|A little child may dream that he is 1186|With a thousand faces painted 1186|With the most fantastic nonsense, 1186|And no need to try to stop it; 1186|And this little chest of gold 1186|Is something that he has touched and 1186|Won with all its treasure. 1186|So, as I passed on along the street, 1186|I met with many other faces, 1186|Painted faces, faces of the place, 1186|But no of them knew of this chest of gold, 1186|Because I was just a little boy. 1187|_This is a Story of One Boy's 1187|Lives in a Memory Lane_ 1187|This is a story of a house in the country over the brook. 1187|And there, out in the fields, that were once so fair, 1187|The wheat was sere, and the clover peck'd tight, 1187|And every nook a little country store, 1187|Where the little children used to play. 1187|The children used to play till their locks grew long, 1187|And the little old fox looked after the fawn, 1187|And, peeping thro' a candle-shade, or two, 1187|Would catch the wee, little butterflies' feet. 1187|Then the little boy, with chin held high, 1187|Would sit at the window in the cool, 1187|And watch the butterflies glide by, 1187|And take their master's eyes, that never knew sadness, 1187|And make his own were better than all. 1187|He would often think with his heart, 1187|"For what does this little child want, 1187|That he should grow up so unlike his father?" 1187|But I shall never meet a little boy 1187|Who is happy now, or is content; 1187|I shall never meet a boy who always sings, 1187|Nor see his father's house with its picture-book. 1187|The little old man, to whom I often talk, 1187|Was always sick,--was at last in worse plight 1187|Than I, at home, with the little old man. 1187|Yet if he ever woke with a cry, 1187|And, in his hands a stick, shook the floor, 1187|And the dark sticks, in the darkness lit; 1187|Then the little old man, if ever so many, 1187|Would go to bed with the first things laid. 1187|"God's Blessing on this kitchen! how can this be? 1187|All the cookery turns to a trifle, 1187|When to the small old cellar we bend our course, 1187|We have our fill of small dishes, too! 1187|You are old, Father William; and years go by 1187|So quick, our house-keeping's never enough, 1187|We should make up for lost time on down and street; 1187|And the smallest thing, if you could but stay! 1187|But I cannot keep up with the cooking: 1187|You must work to your little half an hour-- 1187|And it's all for a whim to cook like that; 1187|_I_ can't keep up with myself, with you-- 1187|I am old, and all's for a whim to cook!" 1187|When I was a lad that used to come 1187|Often to stay with me in summer, 1187|Sometimes I played outside, I understand, 1187|At the plough, beside the fire, 'neath a tree, 1187|And then, I knew not why, a lad of grace, 1187|I was so full of good, good folk to see. 1187|As the days went by, the brighter their glories grew, 1187|And the things that in the spring I thought would be mine, 1187|Didn't go to me like things of which you'd tell, 1187|I _knew not why_! 1187|My life was the same to everybody I knew, 1187|My fortune was the same to everybody I knew, 1187|For I'd a child, a boy, a lad without fail; 1187|And I heard the song that every lad should ======================================== SAMPLE 9290 ======================================== 1855|Till we are left in an utter loneliness 1855|Of souls, with eyes so full to watch the light: 1855|Till we have seen the glory of the sun 1855|In all his splendour; till each day turns 1855|Towers and turrets to the sea, and day 1855|Turns into night. For we have heard the sea, 1855|And heard her singing in the days gone by, 1855|In all her sea-ness, and in her lightness, 1855|As bright as day. Yea, we have read in books 1855|That there is power in silence, and that wisdom 1855|Hath power, that there is power in solitude. 1855|But now is the time for quietness, 1855|And for the sleep of quietness, a time 1855|For wisdom, and for the reading and the singing 1855|Of books of wisdom, that have wisdom in them 1855|And song. And now indeed is the time 1855|For wise men, after the day's of mourning, 1855|For peace upon the earth. So shall we sing 1855|Of peace in silence: songs of gentle words 1855|And kindly deeds; songs of life and songs 1855|Of love, of love that lifts the heart to peace. 1855|For there is comfort, and there is rest, 1855|And there are true love's mending, true love's mending; 1855|There is the perfect life after death 1855|That is complete at last. 1855|He who is not at peace 1855|With all things is at peace; 1855|He who is not at peace, 1855|With all things, 1855|With him who is not at peace, 1855|With him who is not at peace, 1855|Will never know a heaven. 1855|There was a young man of Coventry, 1855|A youth he loved all well and true; 1855|And they had made it well grow 1855|For him a little. 1855|And it chanced that in the morning 1855|A young man happened 1855|Among the wheaten sheaves, 1855|And to that same young man went, in the still afternoon, 1855|A maiden fair, a maiden wild. 1855|She could sing, she could speak, 1855|She could kiss at will 1855|The eyes and the face of him she had loved so well 1855|She could look on him with love and awe. 1855|She could make his little bed 1855|With his small hands, 1855|And she would sing sweet songs, 1855|And she, with her singing hand, could greet the young man 1855|With soft words and sweet words. 1855|And he was mighty in being, 1855|And she was younger and stronger; 1855|She was kind to the young man 1855|In his trouble and need, 1855|In his foolish, wandering madness, 1855|And would love, and would hold him fast. 1855|But when she saw the young man 1855|Still a weak weak and wandering boy, 1855|And she heard his dying groans, 1855|'Twas her soul's will to bind 1855|His little eyes with wires 1855|Of the pearl-winged dove: 1855|And she loved to kiss the young man 1855|Who was strong and fair. 1855|And it was night in Coventry, 1855|And their work was done; 1855|But he heard her sad songs 1855|That lay on the young man's soul, 1855|And he turned from the wheaten sheaves 1855|To the maiden wild. 1855|As his young heart beat 1855|He felt her in his heart 1855|He could not but love more than the poor boy himself 1855|But she passed to the other side of the world at a race, 1855|And he could not but love her more than the poor boy himself. 1855|And the maiden fair was going, but hid by the bank: 1855|The maid was going to see if a brother could be got; 1855|But the old man in the river, 1855|In the water, went up to her, 1855|And kissed her and said, 1855|"I'll make you the ======================================== SAMPLE 9300 ======================================== 10602|That thou ne may'st see, but that thou may'st hear. 10602|And if thou now the voice of love doth hear, 10602|And in thy fancy finde a tear aboue; 10602|Be not afraid, but bring again thine art, 10602|That we may also in loue seeke her cause. 10602|The last and greatest of the vaine parts 10602|Of my sole heart, now laid aside, 10602|Like other things, to the dust it clings, 10602|To doe th'Inchoate stroke of fate. 10602|O for a tear! though sorrow full of grace 10602|My heart did make a while my brest, 10602|Now I must evermore beholde, 10602|By day or yeeld, a sommer rain 10602|Of sorrow's tear, whose drops I must bear, 10602|And, sad to remembrance of the smart, 10602|Must view them fall'n in continual fall** 10602|Into the deepe inflam'd waste of woe, 10602|Which must be cry'd in providence for me: 10602|For which, alas! with tearful eyes I see, 10602|Still falling, still dying, still to fall: 10602|What (quoth I) dost thou still do still commend? 10602|Is not already done? is not yet close, 10602|The death, that must be for thy love's sake writ? 10602|How oft dost thou with kind words and balmy care, 10602|To appease and console her direst tort, 10602|And in her anguish make my troubled soul 10602|A sweeter pilgrim of her crosses to dye? 10602|Yet when she sees her little darling spied, 10602|She cries full loud, "Behold, he playes at beie." 10602|Or, when she sees her tender lipps untied, 10602|And cheareth, "Thou must be weeping for his sake," 10602|Her tears flow fast, and sug** her heart to quell, 10602|And she begins to flee (while she may) 10602|Out of my sight, and in short time to rove 10602|Far as the top of every friendly hill, 10602|There to weep out her full fawn-like wounds, 10602|And on those stones, that over her hewe, 10602|To soone set up a silver urn to her. 10602|Then will I goe, her sorrow to fore-wound, 10602|And for thy sake a long and a sallow groan; 10602|And, if I chance to fall, then will I cry 10602|Out of the shadow of my last adiec- 10602|For thou art dead, as I trust my life to thee. 10602|My heart is a furnace, that a fire 10602|Ne may be kindled in my burning heart, 10602|Though thou shouldst succour me with thy shade, 10602|And make my darkness to be darkness' self: 10602|But if thou be not come, yet may'st thou know 10602|That I in thin ancer doe implore, 10602|That thou in some place be not my guide, 10602|Ne in this world be my care, to th' world gone by. 10602|To you (if it may so be believed) 10602|Who now do all things like to those who erst 10602|Did all things singly, even as thou dost 10602|All that thy fair verse has told, and more 10602|Then all thy woes, a present, from me take; 10602|And being present, in the same I know 10602|Thy thoughts must have their passage set, 10602|Like times and seasons in our life. 10602|And by my thoughts full grateful to thee, 10602|And by the selfsame words which thou hast said 10602|To me, my faire one, now my own, 10602|Now my loved own life-companion art; 10602|And I would have all I have or have not 10602|In witness as thou didst to me appear. 10602|I do not doubt the god of truth, that all, 10602|Who are his subjects, as we see to-day 10602|So much his children, ======================================== SAMPLE 9310 ======================================== 15370|But if the dear ol' dog 15370|Would only bark! 15370|His nose is just as red as the morning, 15370|His ear as white as the snows; 15370|His eye is just as dim, 15370|And his cheeks are just as black, 15370|But oh! he has a heart like a black hen. 15370|The wrens all are out in the cold, 15370|The doves are all snug in their nest, 15370|And the mowers are getting ready to scythe 15370|The lovely lass of "The Little Wren." 15370|She's just as sweet as the morning, 15370|The air is as cheery as May, 15370|And the cows are all getting ready to thrash, 15370|_The Little Wren."_ 15370|But oh! a cow on the lawn 15370|Is the darling of hearts on the green, 15370|The darling of all that has sense 15370|And has heart like "The Little Wren." 15370|"Oh, look, the bee is humming by," 15370|"Oh, looks! a merry day is gongin'!" 15370|"I wish I were an acre higher up;" 15370|"I think, by the time of my dying, 15370|I shall be three times higher than I am!" 15370|"Oh, see that cabbage grow, and well up!" 15370|"I wish I were a woodlouse green as that!" 15370|"I felt a mighty big spider come, 15370|(Though I didn't see no one nigh) 15370|But, God help me, I brought him safe down;" 15370|"He did, and he's safe from the gramps." 15370|"I wish I were a walnut--tall and square," 15370|"I wish I were a walnut stump! 15370|I wish I was a poplar tall and square, 15370|And my head a stone higher than that!" 15370|"I wish that I had a sweetheart's hair!" 15370|"I wish that I had a sweetheart's feet! 15370|(They're so brown and sleek!) but I didn't!" 15370|"I wish I was a ship, and a battle-ship sailed, 15370|With a boat above deck!" 15370|"Oh, but (look quick) I wish 'twas a long, long, long string!" 15370|"I wish I was the top of my bough!" 15370|"I wish (my feet), but (you see!) I didn't!" 15370|"I wish I was a bridge, and a ten-foot wall!" 15370|"I wish I was a bridge where the river flow'd!" 15370|"I wish that I had a sweetheart's arms!" 15370|"I wish that I were a big cherry tree!" 15370|"I wish some day, that I were a lily-pot!" 15370|"I wish I was the sky, and I wish they were both!" 15370|"My dear (say you), my pretty, mine the sea, 15370|I wish I was a bridge that could span that sea!" 15370|"Oh, kiss that dear, an I'll come to save that day! 15370|(For I want to kiss you.)" 15370|"I wish I was the sky, and the sea, 15370|And the sky, and the sea, and I was there!" 15370|"And the sea, and the sky, and the meadow brown, 15370|And I was happy as happy could be." 15370|"I wish they would all come to blows, 15370|And they'd fight o'er and o'er, while they each could fly!" 15370|"They'd fight, but fight in vain, for I'd win!" 15370|"I wish, but I think I would not, 15370|If such a one should fall asleep! 15370|I'd like to see him fight for such an one!" 15370|"Oh, kiss, and I'll come in the evening, and help 15370|(I really feel I ought't to say!) 15370|To be happy, as happy could be. 15370|No matter though, for he's so sad and so sad." 15370|"Oh, kiss your dear! I'll ======================================== SAMPLE 9320 ======================================== 2130|To keep up the light and be pleasant to you." 2130|But he was a mere clown. He said 2130|(If I forget) that I had not 2130|One minute of speech, and that I did 2130|Not wish a "wonder" for my own place, but to make 2130|Thee sorrow for this time in thy life. 2130|I told him, as to common persons, how, 2130|In their own house, they often do commit 2130|A sin, but that for no good. What had come 2130|To him was sorrow for the house. He said 2130|That no man could say what he did there 2130|Ere he went out. He said, that he had 2130|No children, nor children, to support his wants. 2130|And then began to sing--and to dance 2130|In the garden; that he now began 2130|To be the very worst of madmen. 2130|The evening was so warm, and we (he and I) 2130|Had seen much in the natural way; 2130|At last he began to dance, with great 2130|And unself-conscious gallantry. 2130|And then he sang, or not at all, I dunno-- 2130|I cannot say; but with such wild-talk 2130|As a man in bad health can show 2130|When fever is nipping. As, in truth, 2130|He did it with more pride than gravity. 2130|It was a most ludicrous dance, but 'tis 2130|True what was said. 2130|The people shouted as he clambered 2130|In his great grand-moustache--he'd lost 2130|His wife and only son; that great great 2130|Posterity of children half asleep 2130|And almost dead; he'd got them from his 2130|First cousin; then the great big family 2130|Of little old widow Maud. This was good 2130|And all the sight. But the great great Papa 2130|Told, without more explanation, that 2130|He was too sick to dance. They sent him in, 2130|With all his wife and all his children, to 2130|Bed in good Olliot, a pretty old 2130|Churchyard, at the back of Oxford, where 2130|He kept the Sabbath-day fast, and prayed, 2130|"Father, I am so sick! I cannot dance! 2130|And if my body does not go to heaven, 2130|Then my soul must go to hell. I beg you, 2130|O Papa, take me to bed. Pray do so!" 2130|Papa listened, though he had no tongue, 2130|But his good old soul would not say 'No'; 2130|And did as his Saviour told him to. 2130|He took the little girls to bed, and laid 2130|Tenderly, and made a good supplication 2130|To go to heaven, and to beg for grace 2130|Upon the cross, and so he went. 2130|But he found, by some strange chance, that one 2130|Of his little girls had fallen in love 2130|With a poor little servant-man (who served 2130|Her for a cook), and that old man 2130|Had been a drunkard, and had made her 2130|Confiding in his good fortune. 2130|And he found the man a drinking bout 2130|Fierce as that which young Hecuba fought 2130|With the demon in her youth. He had been 2130|In love with this poor little maid, which made 2130|The old man very much to hate and hate. 2130|It was too much, and he would have spoken 2130|And had prayed to be forgiven, and had 2130|Cried his prayers all the rest of that day, 2130|But that this poor little man was not what 2130|Heard or saw called or described as such; 2130|And his drinking had such awful, unspeakable 2130|Passion in him, that he had drunk to madness 2130|His little child. And by and by she came 2130|In a fright, and said, "I will not go to sleep, 2130|And I am afraid you will kill me!" 2130|Papa ran ======================================== SAMPLE 9330 ======================================== 1365|From the city's firesides, 1365|From the homes in the valley 1365|Where the red deer gambols, 1365|And the roebuck gambols, 1365|And the blue jays gambol; 1365|From the city's streets, across the lake, 1365|Where the long procession 1365|With its song, and its laughter, 1365|And its jovial dance, 1365|Rushes with its jingling. 1365|From the city of gleams, 1365|From the heart of the landscape, 1365|O'er its mead-lilies gleams 1365|One tall vale, and one glen, 1365|Where the light-foot shadows 1365|Glide in silence and mazy 1365|To the fountains of slumber, 1365|Where the blackbird sets his cup, 1365|Where the wood-thrush carols, 1365|Where the wild-boar carols, 1365|And the white-robed stag caresses. 1365|Where the hoary Forest stands 1365|And the hills with laurel crowns, 1365|And the vine her dark bouquets. 1365|And the village-rites with them, 1365|Children of simple life, 1365|Gather their violets, 1365|Wreathe their heads in a myrtle bough. 1365|Here the fairies live and toil, 1365|Here the flowers in spring-time bloom, 1365|And the birds their pretty notes. 1365|Here the bees hum to the beeves, 1365|Hoots the frog in the ant-house sunk, 1365|Broods the swallow on the ant-leaves, 1365|On the forest-edge towers the stone. 1365|Here, amid the greenest shrubberies, 1365|Is the cottage, where they languish, 1365|Here the cot where they but rarely sleep. 1365|Here, mid-winter through, is the water, 1365|Winter through, is the breezes, 1365|Underneath Winter's fiery showers 1365|Isle upon island lies the cottage. 1365|On the stones the pebbles are strown; 1365|In the pools the stones are whirled; 1365|Yonder, in the sunlight's glowing gleam, 1365|Lies the lair of the porpoise. 1365|There are quaint scenes in nature's walks, 1365|Many a wonder-tale told; 1365|While the traveller in lonely woods 1365|By the roadside or in town, 1365|In the lonely night of Winter, 1365|Stands and ponders o'er his rueful days. 1365|Here is fen-fire, where the wild-geese go, 1365|Where the wild-ducks rove, and where the deer 1365|With their keen eyes follow the blaze: 1365|Here are bowers, where the white-throat wars, 1365|While he twitters his sweetest numbers. 1365|Here is heath, where the blue-buds cluster, 1365|And the wild-duck sails on the brooklets. 1365|On this heath are many white houses, 1365|And the heath are many green meadows. 1365|Here the woods abound with green enclosures, 1365|And the meadows with shrubs of various form. 1365|Here in Summer the birchen trees 1365|With their green leaves are blooming all the year, 1365|And the flowers are many and sweet. 1365|But these flowers, while they daily bloom, 1365|Are a scourge to the heart and to the nose. 1365|In the winter, when the frost is deep, 1365|The birchen trees here take root, 1365|And they stay there, and never go; 1365|But when the storm comes, and thunder loud, 1365|The birchen trees break off, and fly again. 1365|But these green meadows, with shrubs of every kind, 1365|But they only bloom in Autumn months. 1365|In winter the fields lose their greenness, 1365|And the flowers no longer play. 1365|And that is the curse on the heath here, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 9340 ======================================== 34409|Or to go mad and fight him--no such luck. 34409|I say, if no one sees you, I must.-- 34409|So far, of course, I haven't got a sight: 34409|So, I will see. It's rather late to go. 34409|Humph! That's a pretty poem. 34409|And it's hardly new either. 34409|So, let's see. 34409|It's quite a poetical style. 34409|It's very pretty, although it's 34409|Rather old. 34409|'That the soul was formed 34409|Was a well-known axiom of the school. 34409|It seems to me that I've missed the point. 34409|The point that I'm here to explain. 34409|Of course you are--or were. 34409|'Twas only last week you wrote it--and so 34409|It's true that you were learning to write . . . 34409|It's also true again, as well you know, 34409|You've also heard it a good deal--and so 34409|It is. 34409|'Twas just coming into my power to say, 34409|And so it may be you never will think 34409|Of anything this way about what you 34409|Did last week. 34409|Of course you must. 34409|We must remember that for ever, and so 34409|That we may then be able to say 34409|(At our leisure) or perhaps at our own, 34409|There is no right or wrong in thinking of those 34409|Who taught us and wrote at the time we had 34409|What they taught us and write. 34409|In the country I've grown to be quite used to 34409|How the people and their ways are used upon; 34409|But they don't know a thing, my dear, about you. 34409|And why should they know? And you must let it be. 34409|No, do not put your trust in men you know not. 34409|So, dear, if it may come to that, if it may, 34409|You ought to tell them that you know not, at least. 34409|The time was last November when she kissed me. 34409|And this was only a few months ago. 34409|But you know me enough, dear, to know that I 34409|Was all the stronger for the thought of her. 34409|I think if I'd known what was coming--I'm sure 34409|I would have told her, no doubt she would have been 34409|More kind and have let me have my way, then? 34409|She must have known; and now she knows. But that 34409|Is a thing that's quite out of my line, indeed. 34409|I was more angry with myself for that, 34409|And more with her, than she, or any one. 34409|As we walk our very best talking talking 34409|Tells how she can no more be a good wife. 34409|I should have known her, you see, if I'd known. 34409|Now her husband's married to another, 34409|A very sensible man, and I've told her 34409|That the way in which he's treated her since 34409|He had better let her alone and look 34409|If she wants any other woman's love. 34409|Well, the wife looks at us and says to herself, 34409|"Well, how does that affect me? I'm not great 34409|At half-past three? Ah, that gives me one, 34409|And if I did at all, I should not be 34409|So glad as I am at getting this." 34409|I'm sorry, but this is all too wrong. 34409|I'm not wrong at all. I'm the one wrong, you see. 34409|I shall not be a wife for any length of time. 34409|I can choose something else. But what's that? 34409|You are not afraid of being left alone? 34409|That would be awful! Do you think that I, 34409|With scarcely any money in the bank, 34409|Should sit and read that sort of thing--not you? 34409|I say I shall not think of you that way. 34409|I am ======================================== SAMPLE 9350 ======================================== 5408|My dear friends, 5408|I have come into possession of these beautiful, 5408|Grape-scented, linen scarlet, as before. 5408|As I went along the road, 5408|I picked up many birds of the air, 5408|Which in silver chains around me they set, 5408|They flutter, flutter, flutter, flying freely, 5408|And they seem to mock me, I feel them in my chest, 5408|As they sing on, flying freely, flying so; 5408|And then I sing aloud to catch what they are. 5408|My dear dear friends, 5408|For those of our country who love their native land, 5408|I wish you many years of health and happiness, 5408|As to the past it has not proved to you all bear: 5408|It is not yours, O friends, as you cannot help it. 5408|Come then, come home, my dear friends, come home to your homes. 5408|My dear mistress, when I come to your door, 5408|Be you patient in singing at my coming, 5408|For I go back to England with my people: 5408|And if you're to hear from me you cannot be gay, 5408|Then may my little song be the first thing heard. 5408|When you see the beautiful ladies come through the door, 5408|Then the first thing on your mind will be, 5408|But if ever you hear the lass in the street 5408|Sing at her dancing, then I shall be away. 5408|My dear mistress, when you enter through the door, 5408|Then you will sit down as if you were in a swoon, 5408|For there you will think of your sweet lady's eyes, 5408|And your heart will wish to have them forever nined. 5408|My dear mistress, when you come to the door, 5408|Then you will look for a seat at the dance-table, 5408|For there you will find a face of beauty by 5408|We cannot go back, my dear lady, to-day: 5408|For our dear princess has disappeared from our side, 5408|And so have they, my dear mistress, far away. 5408|What do you think of that? 5408|That they've left all, 5408|As they promised, for the honour of other kings 5408|And with a sword, I suppose, they left a steed 5408|That none of our little ones care to take. 5408|My dear mistress, we're going, to make way 5408|For the one of our friends, the girl at the gate; 5408|And then we will see whether she's alive 5408|And well to give you a ride on her white steed. 5408|When the day is quite over 5408|And the last of evening deepens, 5408|In my sister's chamber 5408|I can hear the sighing of the rain. 5408|She's sitting inside, 5408|Wrapped in her robe of snow, 5408|While the moonlight shines on, 5408|As the rain doth on a withered tree. 5408|When the day is almost done: 5408|When the last sunbeam 5408|With his silver foot 5408|Doth drive a path of twilight down, 5408|And the sky behind 5408|Gropes like a frightened mare, 5408|When the day is almost done; 5408|When the clouds in a whirl 5408|And the raindrops rush, 5408|When the clouds drive in a whirlwind, 5408|When the day is almost done - 5408|When the clouds in a whirl 5408|And the raindrops crash! 5408|When the clouds are about, 5408|When the weather's fairly clear, - 5408|As the days to come - 5408|When the wind has not risen yet, 5408|When the wind has not risen yet, 5408|When the rain shall come and wail 5408|And the day is not quite done, 5408|When the rain is falling fast, 5408|When the rain has fallen fast, 5408|When the day is not quite done - 5408|When the sun, with waning eyes, 5408|Doth hide himself in clouds of sleep, 5408 ======================================== SAMPLE 9360 ======================================== 2487|I can remember when they'd go 2487|To the big ball-room there, and play 2487|A game of "Whack-a-Mole"-- 2487|Then one night the lights went out and the dancers all fell 2487|poofy-faced. 2487|We don't know how they played, we don't know how they played-- 2487|But I know that they all had blue 2487|And white hearts, too. 2487|The ballroom was a dim May day 2487|When we came. We saw the pink lights 2487|In the church. In the church there were 2487|Pink candles to light the altar 2487|Like a rose. We lit them all 2487|But the altar candle--they were gay 2487|But the candle burned too thin. 2487|But I remember when they played 2487|They danced like the wind. They danced for 2487|Ten minutes straight, then they all 2487|Stroked each hair, to loosen it. 2487|They played "Hare-Me-Gather," and they played 2487|"Fare You Well," and I saw their faces 2487|Tenderly--and they danced to it-- 2487|Tenderly, sweetly,--and then 2487|They all turned away. Then I saw 2487|That they all hadn't finished. And 2487|I knew that they hadn't played the game! 2487|When we came to the door, the candles 2487|Stood lit without. The faces 2487|Glowed in the candlelight. And all 2487|Those dancing girls with sparkling eyes 2487|That night were gone--gone into a 2487|Room hidden, but the same. 2487|And I knew that the faces--still 2487|In that room that night--were there-- 2487|They'd all changed to hearts. I knew 2487|I'd see them in the coming day! 2487|I am glad that you're home again 2487|And happy, too. 2487|The old red door swings wide upon its hinges, 2487|There's a song in the kitchen somewhere, 2487|And a flame on the hearth that's trembling 2487|And the summer air is sweet... 2487|I will come as you are... 2487|I shall wait in the doorway, watching 2487|While the stove burns softly with desire. 2487|I'll be a fairy fairy elf, 2487|Hair floating in the air, 2487|Wings fluttering under my hat... oh, so sweet... 2487|I will come to you. 2487|I shall come to you, I shall come to you, 2487|With the sun under your little wing. 2487|I shall come so quietly and proud, 2487|I'll wait, and watch the flame that shines 2487|In the grate of that little stove! 2487|I will wait with my eyes so bright 2487|Till you say: "My baby, come 2487|Here within this little door!"... 2487|I will come to you--I will come to you-- 2487|I will bring you back to me-- 2487|I shall come to you, I shall come to you-- 2487|I will bring you back to me... 2487|The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, 2487|The summer day is coming soon, 2487|The red rose blooms--I will come back to you! 2487|A little boy and a girl, 2487|(I think it's "Aberdeen's 2487|Song, 'tis as a song 2487|In the first-named's hand, 2487|The little boy's hand 2487|Was a little bit tired), 2487|When I was still a child too 2487|Was they were both lost in love! 2487|But I was happy when I wasn't playing 2487|Boys' little boy's sport at ball! 2487|I was happy when the house was crowded-- 2487|Boys' little boys were always sad! 2487|When the bells were ringing through the village... 2487|(I think it's "My house is 2487|Built upon my land!") 2487|When the dance began in early morning 2487|(B ======================================== SAMPLE 9370 ======================================== 27195|You said I'd 'a' some fun! 27195|Now you 'ave come to love me, 27195|An' you 'ave done what you'm bid to do; 27195|Now you 'ave put your hands in mine, 27195|T'other day at ball! 27195|The hobbucky gander 27195|He flew a long 'orse in a lot, 27195|And he caught the old 'orse again, 27195|An' he 'asn't no use to say. 27195|So he 'adn't no need to say; 27195|The 'orse is still a thing o' 'orse, 27195|An' the old 'orse won't be a bit 'orse. 27195|An' the 'orse is still a thing o' 'orse, 27195|An' 'e 'asn't no use to think of me; 27195|So it's over, it's over, you 'abbit, 27195|With the hobbucky gander! 27195|When I come out o' doors, 27195|I sorter don't know why, 27195|Why no' huntin' seems to bother me, 27195|When I only come an' go. 27195|When I go to 'ome at night, 27195|I has'n't no time to think; 27195|I know that I 'aven't been right, 27195|An' there's somethin' on 'im somewhere. 27195|Ole Dott come through, fer me! 27195|He 'ad a big hoss in the yard; 27195|Won't you come out by dee? 27195|If you only come out, 27195|You'll see the big 'ouse by dee. 27195|An' my big 'ouse come out, 27195|De hoss is got to dee; 27195|But my big 'ouse won't go in, 27195|Unless you come in by dee. 27195|When I'm goin' by your place, 27195|I see you by my side, 27195|An' I know he gits in yeller range 27195|Till he're corralled 'bout ten. 27195|An' if you don't, we won'my part, 27195|Yit I'll ring de knell; 27195|De hoss's nothin' but a bazlin' fit, 27195|An' de hussock's a jelly. 27195|Wet an' cold when I 'as to bear 27195|W'ile you are comin' by, 27195|I 'aven't no use to stop an' muse, 27195|I'd give all things else for you. 27195|If you'd ring it would be clear: 27195|An' I'd give myself fer you. 27195|De hoss he's growin' all 'ard; 27195|He's got some big 'ome, you see, 27195|Fer it is hisby to tell. 27195|He's growin' all 'ard; 27195|But I guess he'll be fine, 27195|When he sees you by him in de dark. 27195|We'll find some way to spice it up an' play it straight 27195|An' 'umble soverin' again. 27195|An' if our 'ouse is keepin' aroun' our sakes, 27195|My mouth is done fer all its sin. 27195|Ole Dott come out by dee, 27195|An' if you 'ares so good as play it, 27195|Come knock aroun' here an' show 'er 27195|What you's to do the game. 27195|I don't like you sooo fer fun 27195|I'll give you up your hoss an' go, 27195|An' take my' rest--in de dark! 27195|De Hoss said he 'eard a rooster's cryin', 27195|An' so he crept out de door; 27195|Fer he thought 'e'd ketch a coon fer dinner 27195|F'om de fact dat dey said. 27195|"D-r-r-down!" said de rooster, 27195|"Don't you hear dat, Dott? 27195|An' if you darst ======================================== SAMPLE 9380 ======================================== 615|Nor to their country left, from thence would fear 615|The cruel knights who to their torture led; 615|Whose savage rage and fury none might hold 615|For human life, or save by arms; for such 615|The haughtiest are that dastard, if he fly, 615|Who bears with him the charge of life and land, 615|Who for short peace would gain for money's sake. 615|For him to suffer wrong, the rest, or die, 615|No more than what is given as our grant, 615|Were just; for no such wrong had been by them 615|Conceived, from which by pity is no stay. 615|The barons are of this the deed that fain 615|Would have prevented, but that they are all 615|Closed by the same intent and wonted rage, 615|They, in their madness, do the same as they. 615|And with so long delay have done their lord, 615|They prove that this is of that evil round. 615|At that time Rogero had a tale to sell, 615|Which might and had its proper light to show, 615|As well for sale as for purchase (so he said) 615|When he before the lady met the knight; 615|And to his tale his answer he shortened, 615|As less obtruded by fear than anger hot. 615|At that time so well was that cavalier, 615|With that fair lady by his side, versed, 615|In courteous verse, and in its use devised, 615|To render him a pleasing answer lent, 615|That he had said what was his pleasure to say. 615|But if again Rogero would declare, 615|Aught therein should need, the knight to name 615|Took in a different case: for whatsoe'er 615|He should express, to her he said as less; 615|And his discourse, to ease her mind, would change, 615|At least as often as she inquired: 615|But as it was her purpose, she did so; 615|And as her heart desired, she was won 615|To understand, he would not further say, 615|Which so, to clear Rogero's folly, did bind. 615|By this the damsel's heart was ill at ease, 615|With all the pangs that reason ever wove: 615|So that she, what before she had concealed, 615|For wonderings, in disguise, was in her mood. 615|She told how through the forest, with her horse 615|Her lover had encountered one who wore 615|A strange and magic mantle, that in vest 615|Of cloud-covering snow and fur, above, 615|He seemed to swim: and that to sever wrong 615|A woman had been evermore intent, 615|Through long and perilous pilgrimage long, 615|And had of necessity in war 615|All means of hiding, whether by night 615|Herself alone, or with the aid of others. 615|This was the tale, which at one swallow's stroke 615|Had sent the squire on the treacherous course astray. 615|For he the woman's veil had wasted through, 615|And left unwontedly the mantle pure; 615|And for the mantle's sake, that she might show 615|Her face, the woman had endured so much; 615|And was with blood and tear-drops stained, to see 615|The wonder of the magic armour bright, 615|For well Rogero was aware that veil 615|Had passed withal through magic channels through. 615|While, of her lover's treachery the deed 615|Was, that, to his joy, his valour had been 615|Recovered, the maid, who yet was mute, 615|At the first hour, and on the next morn, 615|Appeared anew, who, with a loud voice, 615|She pronounced him for her husband's foe. 615|She said: "I am Rogero's woman true; 615|For that I know, you see by me befell." 615|And, with the veil upon her forehead, went 615|Before, in order to Rogero's side; 615|Which she would not do: because from that day 615|She kept not by his side; and the same day 615|She went away, Rogero stayed, and wept. 615|At length the child she brought, whom she would find 615|With other damsels, she alone ======================================== SAMPLE 9390 ======================================== 42076|The light to him was ever dim, 42076|The darkness still was dark, 42076|And never rose nor set 42076|Save when one day she smiled, 42076|And cried to him in silence, 42076|"Now look, sir," she said: 42076|And, lo, he did behold 42076|A shining thing uprise, 42076|A star within a dew-drop; 42076|And now the light was dim 42076|That was so bright in heaven, 42076|It took my eyes from God, 42076|And from the Father high 42076|And gave me dim and doubts. 42076|There comes a silent hour 42076|When the souls of those whose thoughts 42076|Have ever been a breeze 42076|To this world of mist forget 42076|My gentle words and gay, 42076|With which it sometimes seems 42076|To be full of peace. 42076|I call them by whose name 42076|My song is filled with wonder, 42076|That love is such an art, 42076|Whereof men know so much, 42076|Yet know I but a part;-- 42076|I call them by whose name 42076|My song is filled with wonder 42076|That love is such an art, 42076|And yet I hope I may 42076|Acknowledge all who give 42076|And all who take the least,-- 42076|I call them by whose name 42076|My song is filled with wonder 42076|That love is such an art; 42076|And yet I hope I may 42076|In that great silence pause, 42076|And for the first time ask 42076|The silent gift, "I am!" 42076|I would not dream this world was wholly void, 42076|And empty, empty, empty as my vision, 42076|When I look back with a hopeful, not a broken gaze. 42076|For from the earliest years of childhood till my passing, 42076|This world was filled with the life of such dear, genuine, 42076|Kind, loving children, who knew no human passion 42076|But the calm trust of something more divine and full. 42076|They lived, and they died, and came back to me, 42076|And told to my eyes the story that was not told; 42076|And in my soul there is joy--for I shall hear it 42076|For the voice of their own voice has ever been whispering it. 42076|Of all the trees I ever saw 42076|The wild maple stands alone 42076|At the top of the forest tree, 42076|A thing for worship only. 42076|Not much its shade adorning, 42076|It gives no gracious shade 42076|To the lonely nest of the robin 42076|Where his lone wife had been laid. 42076|The wind among the branches, 42076|It rustled not the leaves, 42076|And no one came to look on 42076|The lone and lonely nest. 42076|The wild card brings it flowers, 42076|It does not weep or sigh, 42076|As a thing for worship only 42076|Where the wild red maple grows. 42076|And so if I come to-morrow 42076|To see the wild maple 42076|I will place a humble offering 42076|Of flowers that never fade, 42076|And take this to heart,--myself 42076|Will go to see the nest. 42076|The lonesome watch I keep 42076|Every night,--or so I think, 42076|But when I enter it, 42076|All is so still and drear. 42076|When I come in to-morrow 42076|I shall find the old room, 42076|Where the old man used to sleep 42076|With his gray head at my knee. 42076|Oh, many a time and oft 42076|I longed for his return; 42076|But the old dream came in 42076|And the old dream stayed away. 42076|I wish I knew the old way 42076|To get him back again,-- 42076|To climb upon his back and 42076|Hold him close and kiss 42076|His hair and kiss and kiss. 42076|I wish, to make him come 42076|Back to ======================================== SAMPLE 9400 ======================================== 14757|And the little birds of the bush, 14757|All of them came fluting past, 14757|Tapping at my window-pane. 14757|I did not know what to make of them, 14757|Excepting one little bush of cuckoo-flowers, 14757|Flushing the air with fragrance and song. 14757|They said, "We love you, little Lady Flowers, 14757|They call you such sweet things; can you be 14757|The Princess that we all hope to be?" 14757|And I answered them, "I can be neither, 14757|But I love you, and pray you pray me." 14757|And they said, "Even so, little Lady Flowers," 14757|And "Pray once more," for their voices were so sweet; 14757|And the cuckoo-flowers shook their drowsy petals 14757|And sank to rest in their silken pillows of snow. 14757|I remember the days when I was just a little boy, 14757|The dear, dear days when I was just last week. 14757|The little ones round my knee, 14757|Their laughter in their ears, 14757|Their joy beyond belief! 14757|How could I have been blind, little fellow, to fall in love 14757|With the dear things I saw and felt and knew! 14757|_I am so tired._ 14757|We never spoke of life before we fell in love; 14757|I shivered in the fire without a word, 14757|With cold water dripping from the palms beside; 14757|The fire burned bright in the ashes of our home; 14757|We stood beyond the sunset like a dream. 14757|All the great world seemed nothing, and the least of us; 14757|All the little bygone years were naught. 14757|We walked side by side and kept no sign 14757|Between our cold lips as night grew deep. 14757|And now we are parted by the silent gate. 14757|Though I would spare you (miseries are told!) 14757|Life is not fair without love's crimson thread, 14757|And though the flowers are dead that once grew by 14757|The two who love the midnight skies 14757|Haply may bear in memory, 14757|Through every changing season, 14757|The memories of you, my dear. 14757|We were too pure and peaceful for the love of man, 14757|So we worshipped at the shrine of Venus; 14757|We could not understand the clamorous lips that cried 14757|And the wings that flew across the dusk, 14757|For Love was the god who made our life divine, 14757|And Venus the angel, Love, the bride. 14757|We were too pure and peaceful for the cares that crowd 14757|The paths of life, where Love in ecstasy rides, 14757|Where Love stands to greet him every stranger comes, 14757|That passes is Love's altar fair. 14757|There are hearts that find Love in a thousand ways: 14757|He wears you still as a crown or a wreath; 14757|But we were too pure and peaceful for the cares 14757|That crowd the pathways of the heart, 14757|And we are parted by the silent gate. 14757|The road to be, we had no choice of where we went, 14757|The night has no wings to take us over the sky; 14757|The night is a giant sleuth-hound with a pole 14757|And a great black kitten slumbering in its claws. 14757|But we knew that we were coming and we whispered it 'fore we 14757|stayed; 14757|And the roads are like mountains; we just see them grow 14757|To be giants of the night, and they fly and follow and 14757|fight 14757|For a place, and sometimes they fall and break and lie 14757|And get forgotten utterly, the night and the day 14757|The world is all love, and our love is all the war. 14757|As I lay in my bed on the pavement of Lime Street, 14757|All the sudden there came a murmur of drums, 14757|The night was marching to a concert down Lime Street. 14757|The music was playing a concert to be; 14757|It was like someone in a dream 14757|Of carnival gone ======================================== SAMPLE 9410 ======================================== 3650|And the lily at my feet with the blossom 3650|And the rose of the garden. 3650|I am the flower 3650|That turns to your kiss 3650|On the mouth of a friend-- 3650|The rose of a foe. 3650|Love loves me not-- 3650|The lily my queen-- 3650|I am the rose 3650|That loves you not-- 3650|Love loves me not-- 3650|I am the rose 3650|That loves you not 3650|'Tis a gory kiss 3650|That kills the foe-- 3650|And no flower could die 3650|That's a rose-- 3650|But there was a rose 3650|And he died 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think she is not dead, 3650|But in bright moonlight sleeping, 3650|I will grow and I'll be fair. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think all the time she is not dead, 3650|And all the world as one fair night 3650|Will float and cease from my breast. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think life has but one charm, 3650|And beauty flies into my heart, 3650|And my soul is a new moonbeam. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think one look, when it's o'er, 3650|Will make the sun grow red like wine, 3650|With rosy mouth to kiss. 3650|I will grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll think life has but one charm, 3650|And beauty flies into my soul, 3650|And beauty's its own cage. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|Till, like the ruddy wine, 3650|I'd make this life-full day, 3650|The brightest aureole 3650|And the wisest hour. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'LL think I'm fair 3650|But I was born for flowers. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|And I'll grow like a flower, 3650|And I will never grow old. 3650|I'll grow in a green moonbeam, 3650|Till time shall bring him, too, 3650|The white-foot in my heart, 3650|And I shall know her sweet, 3650|My love who died for me. 3650|The summer night is grey, and all the wind is still, 3650|And not a breath is whispering to the darkling grass, 3650|And not a flower bud is alive to tell the tale, 3650|And not one bird is babbling to the sky, 3650|But is busy with his dreams, o'er the dusky stream. 3650|Is she asleep on the grass, the hill-ewate tree, 3650|Or is she slipping away from out the cold, 3650|Underneath the bough of the fern-leaves green, 3650|Where the wild flowers sing in the moonlit air? 3650|The light of earth grows stiller and deadlier by miles, 3650|The dark is like the grave, and a hush by the gates, 3650|Where no foot seems to stir, where no foot looks back, 3650|Save a breath of silence that draw his breath again. 3650|He sleeps, and dreams not, and it is not the death, 3650|He cannot die, although he lie dead in the cold; 3650|He could not live another day, he would not die, 3650|Though he had lived twelve, but he had dream twelve years. 3650|She sleeps, and sings not, and her song is a song of light, 3650|In a little blue-bird-bellowing hollow of her heart; 3650|All the days are like young flowers in May-time, they say, 3650|All the nights are like a long May-night, they say, 3650|And she will listen for her husband's feet at the gate. 3650|And her eyes will glisten, will sparkle, will tremble, when ======================================== SAMPLE 9420 ======================================== 30332|Wise men of God, and men of earth 30332|Took heed, and gathered all their faith 30332|To pray to one who should come near 30332|To save them in that great despair. 30332|But, when they came to him, the King 30332|Went first by the young man's side, 30332|And took the hand of that poor dame 30332|Who at his bidding had been brought 30332|Unto his city; then bespake 30332|The trembling child, and said, "O child, 30332|Behold my son! I am the man 30332|Who, as his hand hath brought thee here, 30332|Would fain have loosed thee from this clod 30332|And given thee a goodly work to do." 30332|Then, rising suddenly as he sat, 30332|With all his manhood he looked up, 30332|And in the child's eyes the gleam 30332|Of all the wonder of his face 30332|Fell on him without a word, 30332|And all that woe and weary woe 30332|Was wiped away in sweet surprise. 30332|Then cried the King upon the King, 30332|Saying, "O blessed God, behold 30332|Thy own beloved child, thou King! 30332|Thine eyes have seen the mighty gain 30332|Of thy great soul, and thy fair hand 30332|Has brought him in this kingdom strong 30332|Unto thy pleasure and thy pride." 30332|But in the King's eyes a wistful light, 30332|Of hope that made him all aghast 30332|With terror, fell, and in his breast 30332|Flowed the great grief that was his own. 30332|Then, taking up the hand of one 30332|Who had a brother slain thereby, 30332|He said, "O young man, the son of thine, 30332|I know thee as a beautiful maid, 30332|With eyes so full of love and bliss, 30332|Thou hast gone forth to meet thy death. 30332|And now this thought in my glad heart wakes 30332|A little grief, and I can bring 30332|This sorrow to a little ear." 30332|Then said the King, and, lifting to heaven 30332|Their blessed God, the child did kneel. 30332|"And if, my son, thou dost not well, 30332|Yet hast thou done with grief and rage, 30332|And all the wonder and all bliss 30332|That this sad world hath to give away, 30332|And all the joy of life and love 30332|And light of life, and all the bliss 30332|Of the world's wide wonder shall be mine 30332|Unto mine age; but that thou wert slain 30332|Hath changed me for a surer heart, 30332|That hath the power to change the world." 30332|He raised his hand to heaven and spake, 30332|But with a sigh his voice broke forth: 30332|"O God, that all this joy should be 30332|As well as life and hope and love! 30332|Thou wert to me an endless grief 30332|And bitter pain, in that I met 30332|Thy only friend in this last throe 30332|I know not whither to return. 30332|To live, to hope, and love! to bear 30332|The world's cold burden and to weep 30332|All joy away, and find the end 30332|Of life, the greatest work of God 30332|Were worth the pains and tears thereof. 30332|And this, alas, is life indeed. 30332|Thou wert a mighty monster born 30332|To slay and mar me at my birth: 30332|I would not see thy face, O God, 30332|Because to me the sight was death. 30332|And so I turn from thee, whene'er 30332|I meet thy people, evermore, 30332|And do my best to keep apart 30332|From all the crowd; for then I know 30332|Thou wilt not let me love thee more, 30332|Or live the happiest days of life. 30332|O thou too great, O Lord of all, 30332|O God, that thou ======================================== SAMPLE 9430 ======================================== 24269|To thy friend then answer me, and tell 24269|Who is my brother? for of many a name 24269|I have him not, who for the most part lies 24269|Unburied hitherto, but old Eurithy'ne 24269|And Phyloedein, mighty warriors both, 24269|Wrought no infatuation on my son, 24269|Yet he will yet make me sorrow much. 24269|Achilles! (for we all love to hear 24269|Of past events and of present woes 24269|In the return of ancient friends) forbear. 24269|I would have it much regret on their part 24269|That our own house, which we have with the Gods, 24269|Should be so ill-taught, so unfit for men, 24269|That from their courts the haughty suitors snatch 24269|From us all joy and pleasure to themselves, 24269|While they, the friends and guardians of the Gods, 24269|But with the men take no account of joys 24269|Or griefs attendant on our people here. 24269|But, as the son, of his own parents begets 24269|A band of fond acquaintances, even so 24269|The son, in his own house, shall have his house, 24269|My house, and I will cherish him with due 24269|Attention; for to thee is such a favour 24269|Permitted, that he by thee shall be esteemed, 24269|And thy affection is esteemed thy wealth, 24269|So that he shall be well supplied with all 24269|That human wisdom can desire; so will 24269|We fare, if indeed we visit this isle, 24269|And we shall find, if this voyage shall prove 24269|Perform'd, many dangers before us be 24269|That we are dreadfully apprehensive. 24269|If, then, we should explore it, and learn 24269|The tale of our distress, and then return, 24269|Our house in ruin, my son, my only son, 24269|Who, till now, hath suffered from a fatal wound, 24269|With a huge boulder shall our head maintain, 24269|A huge boulder to support the weight of me; 24269|But of such fear my soul is constrained. 24269|To whom Telemachus, discrete, replied. 24269|Well then, my father! let that be as thou say'st, 24269|But, meantime, let me at least be shown 24269|The house of one who can the things describe, 24269|And who I may be. I will be glad to hear, 24269|Or, if thou wilt, I will not say the least. 24269|To whom Ulysses, discrete, replied. 24269|I grant thy suit, my son! it is thy will. 24269|I will, and I will do well that thou refrain. 24269|Me I shall see gladly, if thou, my son, 24269|Shalt be not quite despatchless. But if thou 24269|Deem that thou canst escape the perils of 24269|The deep, and come, as thou art wont, to rest, 24269|I will make known to thee how thy suit is made. 24269|He said; then from Ulysses, discrete, drew 24269|A huge boulder, which Ulysses lifted up, 24269|And with his scrip, and o'er his shoulder laid 24269|A flitch of ox's skin, the others all beside 24269|Of which, a cloak and shirt, he dowered, not mean 24269|In size, but of a work most excellent. 24269|Then he himself to Pallas, Goddess huge, 24269|Address'd her, and to the powers inferior 24269|Advance'd thus. Goddess! guard my journey home! 24269|And if some god, either mighty or sublime 24269|As thou art, with whose omnipotence I strife, 24269|Will lend thy care, that I may find a rest 24269|Sufficient for the wearied head, then stay 24269|Still with me, and our house may be the same 24269|As when thou went'st there. We of the house 24269|Shall be thy guardians; but (though thou wilt not) 24269|Nor with a sword of brass shalt thou be smitten. 24269 ======================================== SAMPLE 9440 ======================================== 3698|Of those who, having felt the world of man 3698|To-day, as we have felt it, all-a-day, 3698|Can find the world a house of their congenial; 3698|And those with whom the world has long been hurl'd 3698|From out its hollow shells, its mouldering caves, 3698|Its barren wastes, and waste lands, by mere want, 3698|Have left their names, in languages and in books, 3698|A permanent record, though obscure, 3698|Of the poor brute-man, from whose black clay, 3698|Like him of Babylon, they had sought for peace. 3698|What if, after ages, the man of toil, 3698|Whose hard life put him wholly to the toil, 3698|And on it all his days had a delight, 3698|Shall, through the glory of his heavenly powers, 3698|Be now remembered in the names of those 3698|Who, in the world's great silence, now shall make 3698|The memory of him of whom, in days 3698|That are distant, so the man of glorious deeds 3698|And high achievement, all things written as dead, 3698|Shall die in the remembrance of the world. 3698|In the first world, that is more real than this, 3698|All that we read, all that we see, is real, 3698|And I shall learn this truth. Our world is real, 3698|But our knowledge is not, and is not known, 3698|Unless to an instant, and alone, and remote. 3698|The man who lived in the first world, who strove 3698|For the highest good, which lives in first things, 3698|Worshiped God, he worshipped Him in that world, 3698|And found his light of thought and action too bright 3698|For his eyes, and too bright, for his imagination, 3698|And with such fervent ardour put on the power 3698|Of his desire to uplift the poor man's lot 3698|That God's own ways were changed by him into realms 3698|In which the very earth began to feel, 3698|With her own breath, and, in her self-same air, 3698|A death-chamber, where the patient body lay 3698|With its life's blood washed from her, in her own hand, 3698|For him to lay upon it in the light 3698|Of some new life. Nor did he find in that, 3698|Nor any but, in that low body and bare 3698|And savage nature, a greater light for worship 3698|Than all the light that over the world-wide sea 3698|Or sun-barrier streams, the sun itself of God. 3698|He saw not in the world what lay beyond it 3698|As pure and visible, if not as near, 3698|As so many lives, the life of love and truth and right. 3698|The man of this world did not all-a-day 3698|Grow and unfold the beauty of his life, 3698|Nor at half-year's weary leaving it, 3698|Did he, during one whole month, do what he would, 3698|Or at a very last, ere another sun 3698|Was toiling low to burn his little bark 3698|In the green deeps of the deep-sea, or his ship 3698|Passing the Cape of Hope on its dark way 3698|Between the islands which to earth-deceit 3698|Or doubt of aught but ill-fame this outward bound 3698|Or far beyond, with its false promises 3698|And all-important toils, all-perceiving eyes 3698|To the great life which seemed thus all his life, 3698|Wish'd and hoped that he might with his true strength 3698|In some new sphere of being the full truth find-- 3698|The life of God, and that fair life his chief 3698|And only happiness. For what is man? 3698|His heart, his outlook, and his soul's aim 3698|Are the same things, though man's compassions vary 3698|In shape, or colour, or rank, with the meanest brute, 3698|Though all man's nature be: and from these, 3698|Each straining ======================================== SAMPLE 9450 ======================================== Away on a lonely road 30672|A wayfarer went, and when one night 30672|A storm arose the clouds grew black; 30672|So off to her I turned my face, 30672|Gave heed to the ravages of night, 30672|And found a shelter and a rest; 30672|Still to the ravages of night-- 30672|The cruel storms and bitter winds 30672|That sweep the mountains to and fro 30672|And sweep me too, and rend my soul. 30672|But still with grief and loss to vex me 30672|I go--for then life's course is run; 30672|And when my course is ended 30672|What can be said or done 30672|But in the name of all the dead-- 30672|The blood-stained names they wrote on wood? 30672|But still with grief and loss to vex me 30672|I go, and when I come again 30672|My path is changed, for I must seek 30672|Some other way, or none at all; 30672|And when I come again, in spite 30672|Of grief and loss, what can I say, 30672|But that my steps were wrong, or right, 30672|Or both in vain--therein may lie 30672|Some tale of grief and grief and pain-- 30672|And oft I walk upon the land 30672|That, as it seemed, would hide my lot, 30672|And oft I turn and walk among 30672|Trees that are bare as they might fill 30672|With every change of winds that blow 30672|Over death's dark waters o'er the dead. 30672|Oh! to be gone from where I love! 30672|I saw that land a-waving afar, 30672|And was glad it seemed; but when I had gone 30672|Away from it for a while away, 30672|It seemed like some new land which did smile 30672|On me with all her beauty and sound; 30672|But then again it seemed the more, 30672|Like a new land to be, and yet strange 30672|To be more strange when like it was, 30672|Or else more dark than black for being so. 30672|But when my hand once more I took 30672|And to the land turned as I was turned, 30672|The face of it no longer seemed strange, 30672|Though far removed from what it was before, 30672|But even the beauty and sound of it, 30672|And yet the landscape still was there, 30672|And that which was the strange and strangeest 30672|Of all the scenes of all the skies I knew 30672|Was but as a strange land to a man made. 30672|Oh! is it true that love is more, 30672|Though more than lands as far away, 30672|And yet as strange as strange, or less 30672|Even as strange hearts are on the strand? 30672|For love is like the dawning of dawn, 30672|It comes as sudden as the morning, 30672|It lies as still as sleep is deep, 30672|It lifts and sets as noontide light, 30672|But ever leaves behind that bloom 30672|Of all that youth's young eyes behold, 30672|Of all that beauty's world and heart 30672|Upon love's land and though their eyes 30672|Were not the world's nor heart's nor sky, 30672|They were the very land and light. 30672|I had come here by the road I knew 30672|In my last sickness for to rest, 30672|And I could see the spot with pride, 30672|But the spot was not what I sought. 30672|And once a day they went to pray 30672|In a little church that is poor, 30672|When the dawn had come and the night 30672|Lent its veil over hill and field 30672|While the hour-gladsome day was green, 30672|And all around the country-side 30672|Lay the sound of singing birds 30672|And the air was full of a breath 30672|Of that very sunshine and dew. 30672|The morning sun shone on them well, 30672|It shone upon the church on high 30672|That keeps a watch upon the way 30672|And the road that goes up from the ======================================== SAMPLE 9460 ======================================== 28591|Or with a soul so full of light and love, 28591|And with a spirit so pure and well, 28591|I could not wish thy love more bright. 28591|To think that I the heart have lost, 28591|That thy love's full meaning have been rent 28591|By the rude stroke that tore my own. 28591|My heart to thine was dim as day, 28591|When first thy presence daunted me, 28591|And I, as if to make amends, 28591|My sorrow turned to pleasure; 28591|Then, from thy look the smile returned, 28591|And my wild pain with relief, 28591|Till I was borne away with thee-- 28591|A moment did it seem--then flew. 28591|My life is very sad to tell, 28591|My heart is as a dead vessel bound, 28591|Bound to the shore where sorrow lies; 28591|And yet from this sad truth we know, 28591|The sea is not more deep or rude. 28591|Love, thou art longing for the sun, 28591|That on thy heart does never set; 28591|And if thy longing thou dost win 28591|Who can deny thy heart its need! 28591|Still from thy love thou dost disown 28591|The trouble thou dost live alone, 28591|Lest my heart thy love should know the pain-- 28591|Why I must yet my presence miss; 28591|For Love doth never can grow weary, 28591|And he is old when he doth miss thee. 28591|Thou art not dead, and yet thou art not near; 28591|Thou art not toiling for earth or heaven; 28591|Thou hast still time to bid thy soul good-bye; 28591|For thou art smiling at the task that seems 28591|Yet to thyself it seems less to thee. 28591|What wilt thou do? What choice arise? 28591|See! all around the grassy hill, 28591|The white mist rises and is gone; 28591|A moment, and the clouds will rest, 28591|And no more shall we be here. 28591|But on the hill you'll still behold 28591|A little band of people stay 28591|That pass like a restless wave; 28591|You'll hear, and see--but cannot see-- 28591|The path that leads the way to you. 28591|Oh, I would I were with those who've heard 28591|The sigh that trembles so, 28591|Those silent who have stood around 28591|The grassy hill, the white mist rise! 28591|The path, the way, they cannot tell, 28591|Nor any one save God decide. 28591|For the suns have set, and twilight's come 28591|With its dark shades of gray; 28591|And the day's bright life is all gone, 28591|For Heaven stands not near. 28591|Yet I must still be patient then 28591|With all who wait alone, 28591|Ere I am with them who have waited, 28591|Who have not seen, nor heard, 28591|And the path once made, I may not trace 28591|Which led me out where they could not find. 28591|Yet why should I repine and grieve; 28591|I know my place is here; 28591|And they whose time is now must be 28591|Wise to be wise at last. 28591|As on the path I wander ever, 28591|I'd give my breath and life, 28591|If I but know my task must be 28591|Only as God hath willed. 28591|For to the end I'd venture then; 28591|But 'tis not worth the rest; 28591|And if this life can ever be 28591|Best of all the worlds below, 28591|Then know I, if I live my day, 28591|Then know I I was born for death. 28591|"You've gone astray, my dearest child!" 28591|So many mothers have we known 28591|With fearful, agonizing tears, 28591|Sought for consolation in these; 28591|And found them but to bring despair. 28591|You have gone astray, my dearest child! 28591|Ah, but ======================================== SAMPLE 9470 ======================================== 24869|When these his words have spoken, 24869|And my true Lord has spoken, 24869|The Gods, the air and earth shall shake 24869|As with the voice of Rávaṇ(988) 24869|Each mountain tree shall shatter. 24869|And he who sits no longer 24869|Must bear a monster’s part. 24869|Hence, for the glory of the lord 24869|Whom Fate has made to fear; 24869|To each, that he may dare to win 24869|The glory and the power, 24869|His brother for his arm supply, 24869|And, at his word, let all depart.” 24869|Thus spake the reverend sage 24869|And in many a solemn tone 24869|Spoke of his speech at length, 24869|When darkness had veiled the sky. 24869|With trembling limbs on limbs 24869|He moved away, each in his proper sphere, 24869|And came to meet the chieftain, 24869|When at each door in wrath 24869|A warrior came to tell: 24869|“Now, Sítá, hear what I shall say 24869|Unto thy brother, Ráma, now 24869|That none may doubt my word, 24869|Since mine eyes have seen the shade 24869|Of my dear Lord, and beheld, 24869|The wisest there I found, 24869|A glorious counsellor. 24869|Let all the Rákshas host 24869|In silence keep, and still, 24869|Till he, returning from the fight, 24869|Shall bring thee thine image to thy heart. 24869|Let us, with every prayer, 24869|Seal the great heart I have: 24869|So shalt thou see again 24869|Thy Rákshas foe, thy brother, slain, 24869|And Sítá, well content, 24869|Thee, Lakshmaṇ, and thy Sítá, too, 24869|In token of our love and pride, 24869|With ave hore and ample foyer, 24869|Three store-house towers on towers 24869|And four, a noble palace, wait 24869|On Raghu’s son the mightiest: 24869|And this high palace to choose, 24869|Thou to the world shalt tell: 24869|Where he, with Ráma, rests his head, 24869|With his devoted sons, 24869|And the two Rákshas chiefs shall dwell.” 24869|He spoke, and Sítá’s head 24869|Upon her bosom, breathed 24869|Softly the word she gave, 24869|“O Lakshmaṇ, I have seen 24869|His face, in all his glory, 24869|And I would give my life, 24869|Though this fair town and fair 24869|With warring foes were fated, 24869|If thou wouldst guide the foeman’s car.” 24869|With joy she heard the hero, 24869|Keen longing to obey, 24869|To Sítá bent and kind 24869|And fondly near her stood, 24869|And thus she thus addressed: 24869|“Hail, dear lady, come with me. 24869|The task I have proposed, 24869|As thou hast well requested, 24869|Thou hast the gift prepared 24869|To give my lord the brave. 24869|But stay: I long to see 24869|My brother Lakshmaṇ home, 24869|And hear the news that he, 24869|Though strong and valiant, can, 24869|As thou hast kindly told me, 24869|No power can overthrow: 24869|Go, on thy journey bent, 24869|And bid thy husband take 24869|My presence, for I know 24869|Thy longing is for me. 24869|Come as my promise bids 24869|All other wants relieve, 24869|And bid thy husband’s ears 24869|To Sítá’s side repair. 24869|If thou, O Sítá dear, 24869|Delight to leave me still 24869|I cannot, so I ======================================== SAMPLE 9480 ======================================== 1287|And every soul should share with others 1287|The wealth of the vast earth. 1287|If the heart be able, 1287|Then the voice excels, 1287|And to the whole world 'tis listen'd the best; 1287|Each one to the good alone belongs, 1287|Each is the master of himself. 1287|To the one only, 1287|He the bond is keeping, 1287|The world he's making, 1287|Only with joy can he live and rejoice. 1287|He can be the one, nor knows he 1287|But for the other where he will. 1287|He who is loving, 1287|Freed from sorrow, 1287|In his heart can unite in joyous strife. 1287|For the good alone is joyous strife, 1287|And is with God's life the heart. 1287|THE WORLD (in a dream). 1287|Thou who dost fill the world with joy, 1287|Why forsooth thy breath should be dead; 1287|And, at every moment, think there are 1287|More still to think, in gloom and rain; 1287|And, when ever the world is glad, 1287|That the heart will feel the more thereon; 1287|And when storms of bitter ill come 1287|And the world is always in dread, 1287|And the world is always in fear. 1287|How can the heart to thee be true 1287|Who know'st what's best for all men here! 1287|The world is ever in danger: 1287|The world can never be happy; 1287|'Tis the heart, the hand, the heart alone 1287|Can know the best it does or say. 1287|THERE was a man once living now, 1287|Living by the river side; 1287|His house lay in a spot most goodly, 1287|With many a bird and beast 1287|Drawn by the mazy river current; 1287|The horses of his old age 1287|Went up and down on either hand 1287|To fetch the stream their life entailed,-- 1287|When the last river was at rest 1287|This man went back into his own 1287|And found his lonely dwelling-place 1287|Was full of birds that no man knows, 1287|And beasts, and people. 1287|"If I were a bird--Ah me! 1287|I might escape from this place 1287|With my old man, I think. 1287|I hope, it must be thus, I see. 1287|I wish to the earth, then fly 1287|To it with him; I hope to see 1287|The earth in a lovely state." 1287|Now was the day of his parting, 1287|He stood upon the bridge 1287|On the old bridge, by the stream, 1287|And from that place with troubled heart 1287|An old man took his way. 1287|The man went in and out; 1287|At last he came to the shore, 1287|In a boat with wood he stood.-- 1287|"I knew you, old man!" cried he. 1287|"How did my comrade die? 1287|I went, and came back to-day. 1287|My friend was in his grave; 1287|I took his house and land 1287|And now I'm here alone. 1287|The world is all unknown, 1287|But this is now known to me; 1287|If I should have to live so far 1287|I should not know, you think, 1287|How far I am from thee." 1287|He was the last of all mankind, 1287|That he was still alive. 1287|And in the grave they laid him, 1287|'Neath the tree of life, 1287|And they told him: "The earth has been 1287|For him, a cradle." 1287|Then upon the grave they laid him, 1287|They knew he was there, 1287|For they had found his old man, 1287|And they knew that he was dead 1287|And lying there in silence, 1287|The boy then raised his voice, 1287|And cried: "Woe to him who dares ======================================== SAMPLE 9490 ======================================== 16452|(Where, like the earth in summer, is a grove,) 16452|Where the earth-maiden, on the side that rolls, 16452|Sleeps, and the grove in her embracing arms 16452|Bathes her to healthful repose. 16452|But these two there never so abase 16452|Their arms, or on their limbs their limbs assail, 16452|As they in that contest; for each hath one 16452|Chariot for herself, and in the chariot's connet 16452|The chariot is an arm, while they alone 16452|Drive by on steeds. At once my sight survey-- 16452|They go, but where they stand I cannot see. 16452|Thus, at the onset of Achilles they 16452|Spurred, but he with ease the steeds upstayed. 16452|Now were the Trojans all, by Phoebus led, 16452|To battle; in silence all were gathered all, 16452|And there Achilles, at the onset sprang. 16452|His buckler, which the Grecians' shield he smote 16452|With that broad shield that erst Achilles bore, 16452|And yet he smote not, but the brazen head 16452|He smote of Scamander, who was not blind 16452|To any of his godlike country's charms, 16452|For in his hand the head he held o'erwrought 16452|By many a Trojan Trojan warrior slain. 16452|Then, as was said, Achilles with his spear 16452|Achilles smote full on the forehead, that 16452|From the head's head the lance struck not, but the neck; 16452|Then took his shield, and in the middle bore 16452|His brazen buckler by him side. At once 16452|Each turning in his turn aloft, they view'd 16452|His twofold shield, and to the earth staggered all. 16452|Then, thus addressing, he to their arms retired 16452|With joy, and in the van of the loud onset 16452|Stood by, while Hector urged his comrades on. 16452|But when the Greeks, in dread approach of death, 16452|Suspended him, a lofty turret-crest 16452|He took, which his dear friend Patroclus bore, 16452|That it might be his shield; it held him then 16452|With softest hair unshrinking, and, securely 16452|Fast-fitting, his bright armor's buckler bound. 16452|To Phylace then and Lydaïs next 16452|Apollo, Goddess-born, Phœbus spake, and said. 16452|Hence to Lydaïs send my message-beam, 16452|(For all he says is truth); thyself, O Chief! 16452|Advise my people if they would abstain 16452|From combat. If the Phokians should engage 16452|With Hector, with themselves in harmony 16452|Would make the fight; nor could the warrior, though 16452|By Phoebus' side, himself be deemed a weak 16452|And a disheartened man, who might attack 16452|But not prevail, but should, perchance, be sent 16452|Even without his arms, his friend by whom 16452|We two became united in the fields. 16452|And I will send, for this thy message-beam, 16452|A noble maid, to be the city-guard 16452|Of Phylace; send my request to her, 16452|Her parents' heirs, that she to fight contend. 16452|He said, and Hector, moving to the fight, 16452|Bore on a lofty bench the maiden forth. 16452|A maiden; the Phokians deemed, when they heard 16452|That youth such as Hector would contend, 16452|A maiden. The Trojans answered, yea, 16452|And many a Trojan warrior answered near 16452|In turn, the maiden and the youth to join 16452|Both of them in a council; some approved 16452|Of gentle birth, and some called back to Troy 16452|To avenge some losses on some Phokian Chief 16452|And to avenge their own: the latter spake, 16452|But Hector heard, and thus;—Not so, I stress 16452|My ======================================== SAMPLE 9500 ======================================== 1745|Forswearing all, and now in other wise aduffe 1745|Vnder the fomynable sea: As when by night 1745|A troop of natiuous Spirits rolleth fold, 1745|In pallid all, and flying evermore. 1745|So many waves with one short sted, they fled 1745|Unseen, till in small order Palamone 1745|Came ducking beneath a bark of trees, 1745|And with his Daucci all on board together 1745|Stood silent, nor passed their appointed haunt, 1745|That in the midst a cavern, hid from view 1745|By a smooth bank, with pleasant shade and green, 1745|Meetly they daweling seemed, and fed 1745|On squid into Eoyalty, and snuff. 1745|They made that cave, and with large wholsome fish 1745|Forthwith came Iape and Antiphus, two kings 1745|Sauterne of tayle: with them came the dredde 1745|Leoninus, the pater, Pacheco, and the rest 1745|The salt Peloponnesian Islands farr. 1745|From the cave they passd into a watry nook, 1745|Where dwelld the good Dacotahs, two brethren bold, 1745|Whom of Sipamatalus the worde got, 1745|That they should rule the fertile land, and I 1745|And all this sylver valley, over against 1745|The mouth of Midland sea they brought; whose mouth 1745|Midway the ocean divides. Now when they 1745|Underneath this bank had come, they kept they row, 1745|But towre the wide deep came on more nigh, 1745|And there they stayed not, but the land upstood 1745|On all parts, and amongst the cristal woods 1745|Stabled themselves, but left the deep-born floods 1745|To swim: from whence it seemd they had no land. 1745|Ofttimes the shadowing thick cloud cast a shadow, 1745|And oft rolled forth from under their feet 1745|Rais'd with rain and driving smoak into air 1745|A plaine tempestuous rolling flood, and these, 1745|Like as they stood, seemd to drop from the sun 1745|Into the sea, bathed in raine so drery; 1745|With all their weight they seemd to sink down, 1745|Or keep balance in their ernest bowres; 1745|But he when he had chilled their eyn, and had quenchd 1745|The dulcet dulcet of their inward fire, 1745|Return'd them to the vernal Orde: thus they, 1745|Unharmed, returned into the sacred Deep. 1745|But when into the river-head of Heav'n 1745|They that had passd the flood, and watrie shapes 1745|Had left of men or beast, and watiers came 1745|After them, then with pitying look they viewd 1745|Those shades, and thus the Generall spake: 1745|Ye well-belov'd, well-compos'd Unitres, 1745|My words attend, who thus have sadly sung 1745|Your peaceful lives, and final ruin sightd 1745|So late, and left unmann'd on either side 1745|Of Heav'ns inevitable fight, a prey 1745|To fowls unnumberd, and the wafting winds 1745|To wandering waines; which, if ye fear, still shade 1745|Your habitation, safe though ye not rule 1745|The dismal parts of Heav'ns unhallowt top, 1745|Offering for forgiroll and unsearch'd gloom 1745|To your companions, those tenursed orbs 1745|That in perpetual conflict keep thir tune, 1745|In toughest ore, in flinty gravel bedewd, 1745|By dire DESSAIN and Maugre thir rood: 1745|So ye, whose faithful coracles are run 1745|By force unlookt for, and the watry snare 1745|Locked in his vault, and under the ground 1745|Where he ne may be found, shall with ======================================== SAMPLE 9510 ======================================== 19|Hark! a heavy shower from the water comes, 19|Hush! my children, do not hear! an evil thing, 19|The splashing of waters on rock and tree! 19|A mighty hand, like the closing of a door, 19|Hides itself in the showers! It is a Power 19|That prevents the entrance of sunlight, and shuts 19|Out light from inside the darkened eyes! 19|From his hiding place, the Sun descended 19|Whence had risen the Darkness, and shut out light. 19|And those bright angels, that once shone in light, 19|Are now dark, and hovering o'er him dark and vast. 19|Hark! the Voice of God is in the falling showers, 19|Verse of Old Age is written in Light, 19|In the music of the rain, is heard clearly! 19|Out of the Darkness comes clearly to the sight 19|Beatitude, Mystery and Holy Spirit. 19|It is a Voice from darkness, weeping and loud. 19|Out of the darkness comes healing and hope 19|In Jesus, the Light of Light--the Christ! 19|For the Christ is all righteousness-- 19|The Christ of the living loves 19|And forgiving Lightens not! 19|In the darkness no light is! 19|But in bright splendor he comes, 19|The light of love the living, the Light of Love and Light! 19|The darkness is the veil of God's great mercy! 19|The shadows of His hand 19|Wound round us day and night; 19|But ever the pure in heart 19|See the great Light of day! 19|There is no darkness under the sun, 19|Not in heaven, not on earth-- 19|The only thing that is dark, 19|The only shade to which we tread, 19|The only darkness that is great, 19|Is God himself, our Maker. 19|The very shadows of His hand 19|Are nothing to the Light; 19|They are but the shadows of the Tree, 19|Because He made them so! 19|So the shadow of darkness dies 19|When all of darkness is fled; 19|But the glory of God's love exults 19|When all of God's splendor is in the Light. 19|O God of Lords! in the darkness why 19|Leave we the weakling's prayer? 19|Our prayer is but a weak voice that weeps, 19|The sorrow of the woe 19|Is more than all our tears and all our years 19|Of human sorrows and frailties. 19|The sorrow of our human years 19|Our hearts misused to wrong; 19|Our God is as much our God, but far-- 19|Our God is far, far away. 19|Who fears the Lord of Light, when it darkens 19|And brings to his presence the poor and blind? 19|Who dreads the Lord of Right, when it wrongs and persecutes 19|And drives from the world those who are truly Christian? 19|Behold now our hearts and foreheads, behold now 19|Each shadow that his darkness hides; 19|The Lord of Glory is the Lord of Light, 19|And the right, the Lord of Right. 19|O Christ of Light! the light of thy coming came 19|To save us all; to make our hearts lighter, 19|To make our souls all light as the summer-spark, 19|To teach us how to rejoice, to build us up, 19|To nurse us like our Mother Mary! 19|If thou be Christ the Light, 19|If thou be Christ the Right, 19|When the shadows of darkness pass 19|Into the glory of thy sight; 19|When the sin-tainted, sin-burdened hearts 19|Are comforted by thy still voice, 19|And the Saviour's own life is made 19|The worship of thy name; 19|The glory of thy coming falls, 19|The wrong of the world's wronging dies, 19|And we praise thee, sing thy praise, 19|In thee, O Christ the Light! 19|O Christ the Right! O Christ the Right! 19|Even as I sang before thee, 19|Even as I trust in thee, 19|O'er the wrong, the darkness brings 19|Of human error and chaos; 19|That to which all error clings 19|Is the perfect gift of ======================================== SAMPLE 9520 ======================================== 8672|They know the meaning of the words of old 8672|And will remember the words of them still. 8672|When at the door of Love they hear the tread 8672|Of footsteps past it in a curious path; 8672|They think they see the master of their fate; 8672|Hither at last returning to their beds. 8672|We are as one who, having long been dead, 8672|Is led to a most sweet sepulchre; 8672|So many times we come and go away, 8672|We do not hear one sorrowful word; 8672|Yet know that if we did our part we yet 8672|Should have good days in store for our dear child. 8672|'Tis strange the world can find no rest for us 8672|Who still are with them who go and those who stay; 8672|For though they shall not hear one plaintive word, 8672|We shall have days that will not end in woe, 8672|That last a season's grief and brings us tears. 8672|Then mourn, dear heart, and think how your departed May 8672|Tells night-time bells ringing in the forest-meadows. 8672|Now the old clock rings in my cottage 8672|And the morning skies are bright; 8672|And the green leaves dance above the door 8672|The white leaves round the tree. 8672|The birds come to the tree and sing 8672|The old clock's jingling song; 8672|The merry clock seems to chime 8672|With the world-worn wheels of rhyme. 8672|The white leaves drop, and all is still 8672|Till the frost-pin prickles die; 8672|And the chime that I can hear 8672|Sounded sweet when I was young. 8672|When I am young my memories 8672|Are not very long and clear; 8672|And then the chime of the clock 8672|Tells me time's sweet pace; 8672|When I am young my memories 8672|Are not very long and clear. 8672|When I'm old they fade away, 8672|The chimes of Christmas time, 8672|The songs of the happy days, 8672|And all sweet things I know; 8672|For when I'm old memories 8672|Will wander far away, 8672|And my heart will sing from me 8672|As I sing in my youth. 8672|I saw a little cloud in the sky 8672|At dawn come gently floating down; 8672|When I had put my hand into my pocket 8672|And my purse in its place, I cried, 8672|"Oh, little cloud, if thou wilt but speak, 8672|My lips my precious thoughts will take 8672|And think them things no tongue can tell, 8672|And tell me how we grew apart. 8672|"Oh, little cloud, if thoughts can be 8672|Such as thy mother would allow, 8672|Let my hands be handkerchiefs to take 8672|And cover me when I die. 8672|"The dew will fall softly on my head 8672|Till I'm laid on sleep's soft pillow, 8672|And then a little cloud will come 8672|And go to my shade again. 8672|"I'll be a beautiful thing of snow 8672|And leave the earth when morning comes, 8672|And when that sun shall come in his pride 8672|To his gay light my cloud will go. 8672|"I fear not cold nor heat, I fear not time, 8672|I fear not the time when shall I see; 8672|But I will be the little cloud for a sign 8672|That time will soon come that I'm gone." 8672|The little cloud I was proud of that day 8672|And glad of my home as I went along 8672|Till I had come to the place where I was meant 8672|To be sent to when that I was six. 8672|There all of a sudden that little cloud 8672|Broke from a cloud that had come to my door, 8672|And floating to my face went by, 8672|And all of my thoughts were of you and me. 8672|I knew now I could not come to you here, 8672|For it had come from ======================================== SAMPLE 9530 ======================================== 17393|But it's a sort of good place in the air 17393|For that." 17393|The other, his heart's own prize, 17393|His breathless face with pleasure filled, 17393|Shrinks down on the green-sward, 17393|And on my shoulder lies 17393|A little while, and then is gone. 17393|Now to have heard him, and then to have seen, 17393|The other to have known by word or look, 17393|Was quite another thing, 17393|And quite another thing. 17393|I heard him sigh, I saw him turn away, 17393|I could not understand what he would say, 17393|Or hear his last words, but I drew near 17393|And pressed my cheek against his hand as near, 17393|And said, "Thank God we are not here to die." 17393|And then I heard him smile; and then I saw 17393|Myself in the eyes of Death for the first time. 17393|This is his way of meeting me. 17393|The years have long since past, and the world is wide, 17393|And still the one thing He has everywhere 17393|Seems yet to prevail in the world of men-- 17393|Life in the world of men--and yet He's just 17393|One whose great heart still knows the secret life, 17393|Is still One who has lived in the life of men, 17393|And knows life, or e'en has known life, or loved life, 17393|And so is still one who has loved life or died. 17393|How shall one tell His world so long of His 17393|And its strange things? 17393|Alas! 't is but life at most, one sad and dark hour 17393|Of some great work through which Time's weary snake 17393|Hath clomb, been held in a world in pain, 17393|And which we vainly hope shall soon be past. 17393|But life is only life, and Death stands near, 17393|And has His share of life too, and is sad 17393|For ever with the very pain which He feels. 17393|I knew it all so well, when we were wed: 17393|That we shall walk out, with Time's snake between 17393|Our fingers, into a dark and hopeless night, 17393|And Time's slow snake yet nursing, and each breath 17393|And each new smile and farewell from you sealed-- 17393|Ah, I was wrong, I was blind too long, 17393|And I am but a soul to bear such shame, 17393|And all my joy and all my strength are vain! 17393|So now this little room, this room for Death, 17393|For Death, is all in vain. Time has his own way; 17393|We have this room for Time--how could we change? 17393|Life is the work for which the life we give 17393|Is made with tools unwieldy, vain, which Time 17393|In his own wrath must use for our weariness. 17393|This little room--what room is it for Nothing! 17393|This little room where the heart must work on 17393|In all the long days of Life, in all the gloom, 17393|The wan and empty foreheads of the dead, 17393|The pale and trembling faces, the white teeth grinding 17393|In the dull, dull flesh--for them we leave it bright. 17393|What for ourselves?--What for our children's sake, 17393|The silence that broke without our bidding, 17393|The love that must die or grow colder day, 17393|The faith that cannot kneel, the joy that quails, 17393|The hope of home, the dream of heaven above, 17393|The passion of life, the flame that lights up 17393|All the dark hours whereon we tremble so? 17393|We never should know it, never guess or dream 17393|The work that must have its own reward, 17393|The work we never shall know and not attain. 17393|And, oh, the little room, the little room 17393|Glad, bright, and narrow, and with walls so wide! 17393|This room for the work that we cannot see, 17393|The work that our thoughts never shall attune, 17393|The world ======================================== SAMPLE 9540 ======================================== 19221|To his dreary cabin turns her prow, 19221|While the night-winds through the dark-blue trees, 19221|Breathing balmy-tonk, fann'd the dark-blue sea. 19221|Ah, happy Mussel! how more white 19221|The evening star would shine had we 19221|A song to cheer us, and a charm to find; 19221|For thee, though but a bird to dream of, 19221|The nightingale is a sweet delight. 19221|My Captain, I cannot change the watch, 19221|Since we were becalmed, since we were dead; 19221|Though seas divide us, I would not change my lot 19221|With one that comes between us to be dry. 19221|In vain your gallantries and conquests, 19221|In vain those spoils that made you great; 19221|If Fortune, my Captain, let you go, 19221|My Captain, she will drive you out. 19221|What if your ship, on tacking, strike a reef, 19221|And leave you stranded on a sand! 19221|What if her poop you hack and heave 19221|Until you drown in port! 19221|Nothing will make your Captain ease; 19221|Nothing will drive him from you off!-- 19221|He'll just drop overboard and die. 19221|I have been told that if men would take 19221|The world as it is to-day, 19221|They could make _him_ happy, if only they 19221|Would treat him _equally_ with you. 19221|No! take your _leave_--at least take your _leave_-- 19221|For I, my Captain, am to blame; 19221|Since you took my ship, on turning round, 19221|And driving in the sun, you left me--gone. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart, 19221|And make a grand gesture to-day, 19221|To show how much you reckoned me your own, 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart 19221|When I am ill, and you are well. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart 19221|It was a friend's decision to choose; 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart 19221|When I have trouble sitting up, 19221|And you are all a-think, for you remember 19221|We talked together here at eve. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart; 19221|No words of mine should be misunderstood; 19221|For you remember how much I thought 19221|Of dinner-time, and dinner-time again, 19221|And dinner-time--and dinner-time again. 19221|At supper-time we were to sit apart, 19221|And talk without ceasing interchange; 19221|While at the table all your friends sit off 19221|And eat their meat in peace without restraint. 19221|At supper-time we were to sit apart; 19221|No one but I should chide you if you forgot-- 19221|You think now, do you not, how much I fret 19221|When you forget I fret at all at all. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart; 19221|You must be glad that you are glad at all; 19221|And I am thinking of my friend the cook, 19221|Whom just one year ago I almost beat. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart; 19221|You must be mad--I never yet sat so; 19221|And I am thinking of my friend the cook, 19221|Whom just a year ago I beat. 19221|At dinner-time we were to sit apart, 19221|And now you treat me as a friend neglect; 19221|And now my friend the cook is nearly dead-- 19221|And I am thinking of my friend the cook, 19221|Whom just a year ago I beat. 19221|And every man that's sad this day was there; 19221|And one did cry, as he did pass, 19221|That he had known the sad days of his youth, 19221|And that he wept in his old untameable way; 19221|And that he knew the bitter days of his youth, 19221|And ======================================== SAMPLE 9550 ======================================== 3698|And, after long pursuit, I made the discovery myself. 3698|The cause was known, I took to my heels, 3698|Dealing destruction to the people, 3698|And, as revenge, I followed them back 3698|Unto their island. It was here 3698|They promised me the fairest flower 3698|That ever grew in earth; a lily fair, 3698|Of a vermeil hue, and coloured like gold. 3698|(Thus was I told them by a woman, 3698|Whose name was Elizabeth, 3698|And the fairest beaming star that shone 3698|Within her golden gates and towers.) 3698|It was the moon, I fancied; 3698|And thus, perforce, the matter stood 3698|That my first thought was of a lily fair, 3698|Of a vermeil hue, and coloured like gold. 3698|At length, however, I was compelled 3698|To think it was a lily brown, 3698|And thus, perforce, my love to me 3698|Became a vermeil-brown. 3698|Now, as I have proved, I pray God, 3698|As I am well inclined to do, 3698|I will not fear His anger much, 3698|But, for the sake of the Princess Elizabeth, 3698|Will henceforth make good my bargain 3698|With gold and silver. 3698|'Twould be the bane of every true lover 3698|Had I said, as I say it to you now, 3698|That it would serve as cover for you; 3698|For there were many a secret jest 3698|I should have told, in the confidence of having got your hand. 3698|How could it serve to keep you in suspense, 3698|And keep you in suspense till you were throned, 3698|And crowned and brought within the arms 3698|Of the man who dares to claim your hand? 3698|It had the sound of idle musing, 3698|And my chiefest joy had been in dreaming 3698|That a woman's hand should be the link 3698|That binds me to this very hour. 3698|For woman's hands and woman's heart 3698|Have more in common than you would guess; 3698|But woman's heart and woman's heart 3698|Are not the same, and in woman's case 3698|Not always equitably matched. 3698|There is a love, you would suppose, 3698|Which, to your wonder, I have tried 3698|And tested, and discovered that it goes 3698|As freely round and under as you press it. 3698|You cannot say on any conditions 3698|How much of that you shall have to share. 3698|There is a love, you would infer, 3698|Which, by this careful converse, must 3698|Contradict the rest. 3698|There is a love which is all hearts; 3698|The rest are all but names, to those 3698|Whom woman calls her "brother." 3698|For instance, I have made you Julia, 3698|And Jane as kind as a sister. 3698|But to me it is as well to be "th' opposite." 3698|And you may think thus in this our month of change. 3698|Well, if you think so, dear Lady Love, 3698|I'll tell you what I mean to say. 3698|I've long desired a husband, 3698|And wished for one for ages, 3698|But nothing but a poor old man 3698|Would satisfy my wishes. 3698|I'd rather have a friend to watch me, 3698|Or else a very wealthy one; 3698|But I am not to be pleased with men, 3698|My wishes will be satisfied 3698|By just such suits as suit my fancy. 3698|With whomsoever you engage, 3698|With whom you will, how oft we quarrel; 3698|It is a fatal combination 3698|That takes all the sweetness from life. 3698|You would have friends who are a match for you, 3698|And for your happiness are good; 3698|Then how, my lady, can I advise it? 3698|As for myself, as an old friend, 3698| ======================================== SAMPLE 9560 ======================================== 1365|Handsomely deckt with many a scarlet band, 1365|And all so grandly set with a variety 1365|Of gems and precious stones, or brocade embroidery. 1365|"Now, if I should speak of it," said I, "though 1365|Some may find it reproachful, I would speak 1365|Of a just magnanimity, whose thought 1365|Does not seek, in words, to praise her beauty; 1365|Of a sanctity, in her, which no art 1365|Can surpass, or surpass her, in the mind 1365|Of the grateful world. Nay, if aught amiss 1365|In your thoughts, or actions, I have felt the hand 1365|Of the Almighty Spirit, and so you 1365|Seem to me written in some cloudless sky, 1365|Gathered, hidden there, till I can see it shine 1365|Full dayly in your bright, active, living, 1365|And rambly, fiddle-playing, Scottish mind. 1365|"I have been told to mind my heart, and mind 1365|Its good desires; I should strive to do 1365|That, and so much more; I should love to tell 1365|What was best. As yet I have been told 1365|This is the world that is, not the world's game; 1365|'Tis the live game; it is not you, it is not I; 1365|Not I myself; not I myself, though I love it, 1365|Love it as one that knows it is the best; 1365|This is the world's game; and though it may be bad, 1365|But it is the best game that I am willing to play. 1365|"O, thou who livest, think whether, my friend, 1365|I am too much a part of thee. Thou who dost move 1365|Thy little life in thy strong powers of love, 1365|Manifest in thee that keen, sweet spirit, of which 1365|Thou, too, dost be the soul, not I; and I 1365|Who must play the same, though I live and move 1365|In the same mode; and so for evermore." 1365|And he, that is man's friend, being thus rebuked, 1365|Turned his eyes on the angelic faces, and said: 1365|"O, ye who livest, O, men! O, angels! 1365|Say to this maiden, that which thou canst say! 1365|To-day hath set the seal of everlastingness 1365|Upon her form, and she shall know between 1365|And me and her the eternal mystery 1365|Of glory and of beauty, and her life 1365|Shall be one glory with the grandeur of God. 1365|"And thou shalt say, that since she is so fair, 1365|I am divine; and she shall stand and say it, 1365|And thou shalt say it unto others; and they 1365|Shalt say, that she shall stand and say it, 1365|To us, that are mortal, ever mourning, 1365|And in the graves, which have no grave for them, 1365|Shall find their dust; and our spirits shall dwell 1365|Like the immortal dust, in the eternal glory 1365|Of God and love. And when we die, and leave 1365|Our bodies lying so in peace and joy, 1365|And she is with them, when thou hast taken 1365|The hand of fellowship, and, in the strife 1365|And love of God, has dealt the decisive blow!" 1365|Then I listened, for I knew, as I heard him, 1365|That many a time unto his heart I clave 1365|The cold of age, or the fever of life, 1365|Or the black horror of the present death, 1365|Till by the touch of that white hand I thought 1365|I should not see his face. And, as it seemed, 1365|The gentle man, like him, was not more near. 1365|A little while I stood, and then I said, 1365|"Good friends, upon my word, the work is done! 1365|The task that was set up appears too high 1365|To be fulfilled at once. Let ======================================== SAMPLE 9570 ======================================== 841|My body, but your soul, my heart. 841|The night is very deep. 841|It rages night and day. 841|But there was a light in that dark and stormy sky. 841|It struck my eyes: 841|It sent my pulse quick and loud. 841|You were the light in my eyes. 841|But still there's a cloud 841|Which hangs dark and heavy. 841|But it gives you no pleasure. 841|I hate the heavy and cruel sky. 841|It makes my lips too red. 841|It makes my feet too slow. 841|It sets my face too red. 841|It takes my laughter away. 841|It sets my laughter on fire. 841|It drives my heart to madness and despair. 841|It holds my feet upon them. 841|I hate the heavy, cruel sky. 841|You are the light in my eyes. 841|I'm going back to school in the morning. 841|I've been sent here 841|To write your epitaph. 841|My father was a farmer; 841|The girls all said of him:  841|"He's an honest chap, 841|And hard working toiling man." 841|But we did not care, 841|And laughed at the girls because 841|We missed our coachman. 841|He's the one that got away. 841|I've been sent here 841|To write your epitaph. 841|My mother's the doctor who 841|Has been hard on my poor. 841|She's always a-playing the flail 841|About. 841|She was the one that gave away 841|The last shilling of her salary. 841|Her mother laughed to know she 841|Hauled in the last. 841|She's the one that got away. 841|Here's a song for the boys 841|On the train to Blighty 841|To meet them in Blighty 841|They're going west for home. 841|They're going east to France 841|They're going up the Rhine valley. 841|They're bringing home the laurel crown 841|For the woman who kept them clean. 841|I'd like to take the old train to Blighty 841|So I can see my mother and sisters 841|Till I've come to know the women-- 841|The women who've been my good friends. 841|I'm going back to Blighty. 841|My life is good to me. 841|The soldiers are all my companions. 841|My eyes are open to new things. 841|What is it that I see in a woman? 841|She is not the woman I dream about. 841|She has a face that is not pure. 841|But her heart is pure. 841|And there's the baby who's sleeping 841|Beneath the blanket. 841|The baby's sleeping. 841|What will children be then? 841|It sounds a little long to ask a woman to marry. 841|But she has such beautiful children: 841|And a man and a wife, 841|And a little boy who will be Captain; 841|And a little girl who's six, 841|Who is going to be his mother; 841|And a tender baby to play with. 841|He has a sword and a buckler 841|And a cross of gold. 841|It will be a long day to-morrow. 841|And he is a good boy. 841|Now don't laugh, my dear. 841|But I will give you a song 841|That comes from the soul of a soldier. 841|The soldiers have been good boys. 841|And you'll see the picture of that good boy's life in their picture. 841|So you may know what a soldier is. 841|But no, my dear, 841|You mustn't read too much into it. 841|Why not sing a song 841|If you want to get ahead? 841|There is no better preparation for war than to lie 841|And listen to the bells ======================================== SAMPLE 9580 ======================================== 24011|That has been a source of much tender talk and racy humour. 24011|Tiger Lily's Sweet 24011|I love a simple maid, 24011|As simple as a flower 24011|That smiles upon the earth, 24011|And blooms long and fair; 24011|She is as pure as snow, 24011|As good as she should be, 24011|And pure as God should be. 24011|The white roses clamber high, 24011|The lilies nod and nod, 24011|And all speak in a single word 24011|Of a single thought; 24011|For they all love to look at me, 24011|And they all would love to play 24011|With me alone together, 24011|On a blue summer day. 24011|How beautiful the light of day 24011|When the red sun shines out right down on me! 24011|How beautiful the light of day, 24011|And how I love it! 24011|But I would not have you think 24011|I am shy, and could not dare to look 24011|In your eyes at night. 24011|Oh, let the little birds sing, 24011|For I would hear them sing 24011|If I dared! 24011|But I would be in sleep 24011|And no one but the moonlight play, 24011|If I dared! 24011|No wonder that my heart is sad; 24011|For the love of all kind and gentle spirits. 24011|The stars of that great sky 24011|Are dark, and they are cold, 24011|And the clouds are a dark, dark brown, 24011|And dark, and dark; 24011|But a star that is blue, 24011|Or shines in a golden light 24011|For a night of love. 24011|Oh, my dear, 24011|I love you, sweet; 24011|I love you, dear, 24011|With no love, 24011|No, never; 24011|I love you never; 24011|With a kiss 24011|I would loose you, 24011|I love you ever, 24011|With no care, 24011|No, never! 24011|The day dawned out like a silver day; 24011|The flowers, the trees, and all things bright 24011|Were blossoming in the sun's loving rays; 24011|And I heard the birds, and felt as I should 24011|I should love the dew upon the trees. 24011|I saw my life grow old to see the dew, 24011|And my heart grow light as an angel's wings,-- 24011|That was the wonder of the day so fair, 24011|It made all life so sweet. 24011|A thousand thousand years 24011|Have passed away 24011|In the bliss of loving you, dear! 24011|Let me forget 24011|My life was never true, 24011|And you the dead! 24011|It's a mystery to me 24011|How a love is born; 24011|And then how dies, 24011|When it's gone. 24011|How happy to remember 24011|The love we knew, 24011|When it's lost. 24011|In the morning light 24011|How soon I remember _Written at a Summer 24011|The sun had a glory in her face 24011|And in each look that she made, 24011|And in her happy, dreamful eyes, 24011|A flush of love was there. 24011|"Oh, I am happy, darling, 24011|In my new, perfect way; 24011|I've had a fairy morn, in the morning light 24011|Of our love the world could see"-- 24011|The sun turned away. 24011|The moon looked down on the sea 24011|With a smile that was brighter than love. 24011|The sea-banks were all dream; 24011|They were not there any more. 24011|To her heart came the song 24011|Of the wave among the trees, 24011|A joyous jubilee. 24011|It is a truth to say she was happy, 24011|The moon was very beautiful ======================================== SAMPLE 9590 ======================================== 42058|The lads were on their rounds the while, 42058|And as they chanced to pass, they knew 42058|He was an English lad! 42058|And so at any time of day 42058|He'd be a-calling about, 42058|And in his arms a sow, with round 42058|Long thong, which one of them could bear, 42058|And then he'd stretch and twist and try 42058|To climb aboard the other ship. 42058|And here was he, the English lad, 42058|And here was he, the English lad! 42058|But he was blind, and so the old woman 42058|Made him a little child again. 42058|And I have watched him long and well, 42058|And seen him often grow and prosper, 42058|And told him all the tales I might, 42058|And watched him every evening after 42058|To the old English woman at home. 42058|And then I saw the woman weep, 42058|And I did pity her at heart, 42058|And said I could do her a trick 42058|To make her let him stay at home. 42058|And then he answered kindly, 42058|And said--I might--for I am sure---- 42058|And he had come from Plymouth where 42058|He had a farm that he had bought, 42058|And, when he left his farm to go 42058|Afar, I bought a farm for him. 42058|And then he smiled and said, indeed, 42058|You have no lands, and I have none, 42058|Yet at your age he was a man, 42058|And I had better go to Nome, 42058|The old woman wept with joy; 42058|And then we bought the lands and hale 42058|Her oxen home; and off we went 42058|To say our prayers, and bid adieu 42058|Then one by one the boys came back 42058|To Thanggether's Ford, and still 42058|The old man wept with grief that day, 42058|But not with grief for Nome's lack. 42058|For on that day the boy grew wise 42058|And learned the truth by rote; 42058|And at the school that morning said, 42058|He'd never had an equal-- 42058|But one, by rote, would never rake 42058|The old man's hearts and eyes; 42058|And the old man said on that same day, 42058|He'd ne'er be glad at all-- 42058|And he was proud, and took to drink 42058|Which shows you mortals be 42058|Foolish, proud, and full of pride and fear, 42058|Not to be reckoned with 42058|The sons of men and godlike. 42058|But, while he said that, the boy grew strong, 42058|And by and by he came to know 42058|All the great men of England's lands, 42058|And what they knew of war; 42058|And one day, when they were all at play, 42058|He took to drink as boys do; 42058|But he was ill that night and died. 42058|And the old man kissed his face, I ween, 42058|And said, I had a son, but he 42058|Was sick all that day. 42058|And if my son were here, what care I? 42058|We boys are never ill; 42058|We boys are strong and we have swords, 42058|But he was drunk and he has die; 42058|And we are never proud of him, 42058|And never proud of him. 42058|"Good boy, what care I for thy bed? 42058|Thy dress was made to lie upon, 42058|Which boys have hardly time for, the while 42058|Their heads are growing awry; 42058|If thou hast nothing else to wear, 42058|Why, boys, wear it!" 42058|That old bald-pate, the boy's, 42058|Was still plumed with pride in that poor thing 42058|As it lay on the floor. 42058|"Hear me," said then the old man, 42058|As he laid it in its place, 42058|"Good boy, I have ======================================== SAMPLE 9600 ======================================== 3650|We may learn some new modes of self-control 3650|As we wander through that world of mind, 3650|And find, in every face, some new command 3650|Of the sweet life that it tells through its art. 3650|Let us not mock the feeble creatures who seek 3650|A quick reversion in the world to their source, 3650|But give them all that are endowed with good 3650|With heart and spirit; and if they can hope to 3650|Have more of that soul and heart, they must be 3650|As devoted to the service of mankind 3650|As we are to one another. To-day, 3650|Of all the pleasures to man, this which he finds 3650|Far sweeter than rapture, rarer than rest, 3650|Is meeting with his kindred brute-men of earth, 3650|To greet and to embrace him as of old; 3650|To stand in the close encounter of close fires, 3650|With eyes aflame with rivalry and strife, 3650|While their high chieftain, the old man of the sea, 3650|Looks on from his ambuscade with a smile 3650|As approving as the smile his genius wears 3650|Upon his wrinkled visage. But meet this one 3650|As to his own eyes, in the close glare of suns 3650|That never pass and never reach him now; 3650|Meet him as he looks at the high hope in his soul, 3650|And mark the dread uncertainty in his smile; 3650|Look at the calm of his uplifted brow as he speaks 3650|To the crowd of human beings waiting him; 3650|Look at the doubt in his ingenuous brow's repose; 3650|Look at the hope that glows in his earnest eyes; 3650|Turn back the picture that you plan for the past, 3650|And you will behold the smile that is on his lips. 3650|But this meeting of the human like animal in its natural home 3650|(If you will look and say how it was ordained!) 3650|Was ordained, too, to be its last and saddest purpose; 3650|And we, who had planned the meeting in the first place, 3650|Till this one visit to the world of man 3650|(And the meeting ended in the close as it began) 3650|Will gaze at each other in regret. 3650|The meeting that was beginning was ended, and we must lie 3650|In the dim depths of a new experiment 3650|For the next, we trust, will be no less unlike 3650|Than the first, though it be no more like the last; 3650|Not like the first because it will last, or since 3650|Success, in the last, will be the human race's standard, 3650|While success in the last seems to stand for naught. 3650|It is the end of a union of ideas, 3650|That will never be more like the union than now; 3650|That will never be less like the alliance that followed 3650|The day of its union in the world of mind. 3650|The love that I know in the eyes of my wife 3650|(And this is a strange love and yet a true one,) 3650|Will be less tenderly loved by the one I cherish 3650|Than it is now; 3650|And the two may know as to shames, and the two may know as to 3650|loves 3650|As to hurts 3650|And as to crimes. 3650|Love, in my marriage, 3650|Will be better understood 3650|By the man that is in love 3650|Than the woman that has not been 3650|In love. 3650|She that loves another, 3650|In the union, 3650|Will feel more affection 3650|At each word that she says, 3650|And the time will pass happier 3650|For the man that has not been 3650|In love. 3650|When we go a-mending a smithy 3650|As an apprentice, 3650|We will know as we go along 3650|How the hammer sounded, 3650|And the tongs that were stretched beneath 3650|In bending, 3650|And the oath the smith had said 3650|When he lifted ======================================== SAMPLE 9610 ======================================== 1279|The fickle, and the fickle the lady. 1279|O'er hills and dales, and free-spreading heather, 1279|A bonie lass I lo'e to see, 1279|And sae my love shes ne'er look'd sae blank, 1279|My love it is, my love it is! 1279|But oh, a lass I lo'e better far 1279|Than in a' the chase together; 1279|The lass that's true to me, and pure, 1279|The lass that's good to me! 1279|The bonie lass o' Drumlee, 1279|The lass amaist o' Yarrow; 1279|We'll ne'er forget tae meet again, 1279|Oh, we'll ne'er forget tae meet again. 1279|Fareweel, fareweel, the land o' luxurie! 1279|Aftin' the white hare I rove, 1279|And weary ne'er had hope to meet 1279|The flower o' the Highland hills! 1279|My frien's amang the heather reclin'd 1279|The bonie lass I lo'e best; 1279|The bonie lass I lo'e best! 1279|Her bonie luve an' luve galore 1279|Are a' sae dear to me, 1279|The bonie luve an' luve galore 1279|Were a' sae dear to me. 1279|Gin e'er she meets a fell warrior 1279|By Scottish ground or green, 1279|A face that's aye honest, honest there, 1279|Is like to win her wi' pain; 1279|And gin she sees him a sailor 1279|(Blythely sailor! can that be?) 1279|Come on, ding-dong! ding-dong! 1279|Ding, ding,--bang, bang, bang! 1279|The bonie lass I lo'e best. 1279|Come down. The wee bit blithesome squib 1279|Is in my bosom gane, 1279|And thro' a' the auld Scotch way 1279|I lo'e her nae mae. 1279|O gin the white neebour waurs 1279|He'd heard the Scottish voice; 1279|And so wi' joy and pride an' pleasure 1279|He's press'd his little chest: 1279|But gin he sees, he gars me grieves 1279|And tears my soul the more: 1279|But gin he sees, he's dearer far 1279|Than ever pie-bald John. 1279|She sits wi' her feet in the mould 1279|The while a' the lave doze; 1279|Her hair blow-in' frae her head, 1279|As she barrels an' bobs; 1279|She smells like the morning, an' the mould 1279|She smells like the morning, 1279|She smells like the morning air, an' the air 1279|She scents the morning bee. 1279|She steeks like the ivy round about-- 1279|She smells like the mould, an' the mould 1279|Sends forth a brood again. 1279|We'll down to the water-side, 1279|We'll down to the water-side, 1279|Where a' the kimmers we ken 1279|Are bonnie bairns aye; 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|At our ease we'll sit or stand, 1279|Wi' the wind au revanche. 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|The lasses that we'll greet, 1279|Wi' the wind au revanche. 1279|The kimmers we shall see, 1279|The kimmers we shall see, 1279|Like the rains in a vale, 1279|Smurry-gumlie an' brindle; 1279|But wi' the wind au revanche 1279|Our limbs are skin'd in a trice, 1279|An' the kimmers we will see, ======================================== SAMPLE 9620 ======================================== 13649|And, as a birthday birthday present 13649|To those born in our midst, a little lamb 13649|With red and rosy cheeks and tails, 13649|And ears as black as midnight sky. 13649|The lambkins run all about us, 13649|And all at once we see, up start, 13649|In all the marvellous way of mummies, 13649|They run all at once at us. 13649|There is no art so difficult, 13649|Except the human body's ease; 13649|Except the human fleshy cone, 13649|To which, when pressed to death, one blows, 13649|All day, or all the rest of July, 13649|When the great sun at noon is shining. 13649|And, if the summer has been dry, 13649|Why, if the sun burns all the year, 13649|The earth has been quite as smooth as clay, 13649|And, if the frost has been as strict, 13649|The mud has been as green as grass; 13649|Thus I, who was a little child, 13649|Have always had rather wet days, 13649|Because, if frost or fire could freeze, 13649|I always wisht they were cold. 13649|I HAVE been made of good St. John's clay, 13649|So I have been told, 13649|And I've put by the orders of my Head, 13649|So I have been told. 13649|I haven't been made of worse St. John's clay, 13649|So I have been told; 13649|But, as for having been put on the orders 13649|Of my good Head, I think I've been right. 13649|I don't believe in Head or Head, 13649|Or Body or Bodie, 13649|And when I've thought of what these Orders are, 13649|I'm sure that I don't believe in them. 13649|I knew a little fellow 13649|Who would eat anything, 13649|Whether bread, or candy, or hot-house, 13649|When he was a wee bit older. 13649|He was very vain and frivolous, 13649|And, therefore, never got 13649|A touchy-feely with himself, 13649|Or a care about his clothes. 13649|But I often chanced to chime in, 13649|And he was always happy, you know, 13649|If, when he chanced to chime in, 13649|He chanced to chime in with the chime in with the chime in 13649|'Twas in the days of old, 13649|And in the merry days when 'twas cool, 13649|(These are the days of childhood) 13649|That fount of joyous fancies, 13649|The sun, the moon, and planet pixie-dixie, 13649|These wonderful deities 13649|Preferred place, O let not your heart rejoice 13649|Lest your old-fashioned laughter 13649|Should steal into your tears, 13649|Lest the fairies should steal into your heart! 13649|If your heart's of old 13649|Should not steal into your tears, 13649|The young ones, the little ones, 13649|The fairies and the sprites, 13649|O how can you be content, 13649|Or how can you rejoice! 13649|For there is all the earth, 13649|Each flower its brother, 13649|Each tree a brother, 13649|A brother and a sister, 13649|And so--oh how can you be content? 13649|How can you be content 13649|If your heart's of old 13649|Should not steal into your tears 13649|Lest your old-fashioned laughter 13649|Should be turned into cold snow! 13649|At the foot of the house 13649|Went a little child; 13649|She sat on a gate, 13649|She leaned out to him, 13649|She smiled to him. 13649|Out of the window 13649|He could see the sun, 13649|He could take his breath; 13649|He was happy as can be. 13649|How long, mother, 13649|Have you been at your work, 13649|And who was it that came ======================================== SAMPLE 9630 ======================================== 615|Brought him to the town. He, with a troop 615|Of soldiers, to a garden went, to find 615|Where was a bard of noble birth descried; 615|Whose name was Marphisa, son of Thrace, 615|Who, in the realm of Charlemagne, of Spain, 615|Wished all affairs to seem in jest and play, 615|But well was wont to use the martial arts 615|Of warlike France, and well would master learn 615|What might be wrought in arms in martial strain, 615|With which her prowess she could well use, 615|Against another warrior's to contend 615|And use those arms, which are the arms of men. 615|Marphisa, when they reach the garden-walk, 615|And see their bard upon the threshold sit, 615|Folds his apron round his ample waist, and thinks 615|'Twould suit him best to stand, and to his need 615|Does thus his band prepare, and makes them mount. 615|For he, and all the royal train that sat 615|Within the palace, deemed him not a jot 615|Among the arms that martial court can show; 615|And him the lord, upon the other side, 615|As well perceiv'd, as he was wont to show, 615|And him as often as he pleased displayed 615|The weapons which the martial peer could wield. 615|But he by custom would abide the dame, 615|And to her in such form, or such display, 615|As of his suit made was the proper way, 615|And when he will the martial cavalier 615|His armor should on one or other wear: 615|And so the bard by his fair master gear, 615|He would with him at once to war commend. 615|For though the warlike monarch, by no art, 615|Wooed, like a foe with arms and weapons, him, 615|Nor could, nor would, the martial peer persuade 615|To leave the fair Marphisa for his own: 615|Nor were his arms by those so courteous worn, 615|Which, were his own, on him were lighten'd more, 615|He would not from them to Marphisa yield, 615|When he was on the field in martial guise. 615|He, when the stripling Marphisa to espouse 615|Was wedded, would to her, and her alone, 615|A buckler, with a pike and mace to clove; 615|With two broad-swords would he each breast display; 615|And on it all the warrior-folk would make 615|Praise unto the warrior of a faithful heart, 615|Whom all men would to France and Greece commend, 615|In whom they should not only long endure, 615|But also lose their own. This, when his bride 615|Is wedded, with him will he by her speed, 615|To end with joy the life of woman kind. 615|Then on their arms he fashions every part, 615|And all for war receives that warrior brave. 615|"What, else, had he from the other three?" 615|(Marphisa continues) "But that would be 615|A useless toil to him who would not prove 615|A match for him whose arms are of such weight. 615|Who would not wear such might and valour's growth?" 615|Marphisa, in the warrior's absence, made 615|A care of apparel and a goodly train; 615|And in the courser's saddle a fair one wore; 615|Of such an one the bard observes her fay. 615|Next on the shoulder of the cavalier 615|She fixes her shield, with purple and with gold. 615|She on her head a helmet best outshines; 615|Such was the warrior's was to be in fight; 615|And so much more the warrior's face excell, 615|That, all for show, would wear the fairest crest; 615|Beneath whose brows no lion's was concealed, 615|In whom the gentle soul was tranquil yet. 615|To Marphisa now the helmet goes 615|(So she the courser's head was wont to bear), 615|Wherefrom the warrior was in fight to wear. 615|Not only this, but on the breast of stone, 615|Which on the warrior was embellish'd o'er ======================================== SAMPLE 9640 ======================================== 1280|"The little brown cat had caught a mouse 1280|Under the kitchen's table; 1280|She made a paper lantern, 1280|To light the house up in the night, with the light of the kine. 1280|Under the bed was a candle 1280|Flaming in the candle flame of a little brown cat. 1280|He saw a mouse going in and out of the door, 1280|He saw a paw along the floor of the kitchen. 1280|This picture is painted by her, 1280|From the kine and kitchen down to the paper lantern in the stove. 1280|"Here, come out with me, children, you can listen to a story 1280|Of a spider in a tangle of silk; 1280|There is a garden where all the flowers 1280|Sit in a ring like dancers. 1280|There is a house all painted brightly, 1280|And every one has a name. 1280|This is the Spider, all alone. 1280|And there is one that lives under the eaves, 1280|And there is one that lives above; 1280|And you can see the little red candle 1280|Flickering in the window-space. 1280|And you can see the little red candle 1280|Coming and going through the window-space. 1280|And you can see the long, white threads 1280|Of the silk that spin above the eaves, 1280|The spider-straws that hang in a circle 1280|In a lovely, tangled way. 1280|And they flash in the candlelight-- 1280|And they flash in the candlelight. 1280|And there is one out back where the wind runs wild. 1280|And she sits underneath and laughs, 1280|At the little red candle flickering in the window. 1280|And you can hear her laughing-- 1280|And you can hear her singing-- 1280|At the little red candle flickering in the stove 1280|The little red candle in the stove. 1280|And if there's frost on the window-pane 1280|You can eat the frost, for it is frosty there, 1280|And if there's no peace in the house 1280|You can sing and have no songs to play. 1280|And if there's no dinner for you 1280|You can sleep all night through and dream of all the food 1280|That you forgot to eat last week. 1280|And the next morning up in the sky 1280|You will see the little red candle 1280|Burn and sparkle in the sky. 1280|"I want it all--the houses, the work, 1280|The money, and the time. 1280|And I want a little house, too, 1280|Far enough from the street." 1280|The child said nothing in reply, 1280|For the child had long since learned 1280|All the words of a child; 1280|And the little spider turned to his work, 1280|And made the spider-crops, 1280|For the web, all in a row. 1280|"I could never live like this," he said, 1280|And there he sat and worked, 1280|And his hands were wet for beads, 1280|And his fingers burned with bees. 1280|And the little spider made the web 1280|And the web was made of bees, 1280|By the spider-web, in the tree, 1280|All the web was of honey. 1280|And he gave it to a girl, 1280|Who lived over the way, 1280|And she went home again. 1280|When the little Spider got his web, 1280|He said: "My house is made." 1280|Then he laughed and laughed, 1280|And looked in the garden, 1280|And down the garden path, 1280|And over the hedge. 1280|"What do you make of my web?" 1280|He asked the neighbors, 1280|And they answered: "Weird!" 1280|And the little Spider sat in his web 1280|And laughed to himself. 1280|And over and over the neighbors said: 1280|"What do you make of it?" 1280|The Spider sat and laughed, 1280|And the little bee built a little house 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 9650 ======================================== 1365|I've seen the moonlight dance upon the waters, 1365|And the gleam upon the pikeboats. 1365|I've seen the sea-gulls slowly circling, 1365|And the sea-mew fluttering over them, 1365|The sea-calf piping beneath them, 1365|And the sea-tine's bellowing, 1365|In the green and grassy meadows, 1365|In the golden fields and meadows. 1365|But the sound of the ocean is not waking me, 1365|Nor the sunbeam waking me; 1365|But I hear a mighty ocean calling, 1365|Calling from the sea-mere below; 1365|But my heart is filled with thoughts of evil, 1365|And my fears fill me up with dread, 1365|For the man across the tide is sleeping, 1365|Waked by the stroke of the sea-gull's flight. 1365|Saw the sails and saw the sea-birds soaring, 1365|Till the earth was red with their changing colors 1365|And the sun grew wan upon their flying. 1365|Then they flew upon the windless waters, 1365|And they stayed not for an evil breath 1365|Only for evil to summon me, 1365|And for evil for evil's sake to fill me 1365|With the dread of waking again. 1365|For in the sweet spring-time oft I look to meet her, 1365|Whom I long for with longing earnest, 1365|With the face that I love with such tenderness, 1365|With the soul thus dimmed in me, so dull and dead, 1365|As to be as a star that goes out in heaven, 1365|Wavering away into all ether, 1365|Echoing the song that's hushed and dead to me, 1365|Singing only for her, all for her given, 1365|And for her sake alone. 1365|O heart of mine, what mean these wild cries 1365|That sweep through the still night through the chambers? 1365|Nay, in thy bosom's depths they are not, 1365|But with the cries of some little child 1365|Nightly piping, nightly crying in the dark. 1365|Come close unto thy husband, 1365|For he is weary, 1365|And his eyes are dim with sleep, 1365|And the night draws dark as a garment. 1365|O heart of mine, what means these sighs 1365|That swell up and swell down the still days? 1365|Nay, in thy bosom's depths they are not, 1365|But with the throbs of the fan wind 1365|And the midnight wind, in the midnight hours. 1365|O dear, dear face, so beautiful in my sight, 1365|In my sight as still and innocent as the air 1365|That's gently shining on the picture of the moon 1365|Caught in the firelight with a glance of its own 1365|Upon us two, and like a vision in dreams; 1365|O, in me there is no thought of evil and pain, 1365|But that, with love's calm at its source and essence, 1365|Thou art like a God to sit beside us, 1365|And whisper with our love, even with our fear. 1365|Hush! Not even so might I speak of the night, 1365|When in a dream of a love too great and sweet, 1365|A spirit had seized us and made the place, 1365|With its deep quiet, beyond being and change, 1365|And with such a shadow of death over all 1365|That all the holy calm and the solemn mirth 1365|Were mingled together, that for a while 1365|I turned my face away, and all of me 1365|Was in a tumult of unconscious prayer 1365|That seemed to sit with me at the sacred place, 1365|As silent as the silence of the moon 1365|Under the shadow of the night. 1365|I knew that my lips had been broken in speech, 1365|And my hands and feet were weak and weary with prayer; 1365|Yet I held my breath, and the spirit, like fire, 1365|Came and poured itself about me, and poured itself 1365|Its strength and glory in all my body ======================================== SAMPLE 9660 ======================================== 13086|And so 13086|He lives and dreams 13086|But in his own way 13086|He is not dead. 13086|So with his face to the floor 13086|He lies, and all is still. 13086|What are there so strange in Death and Life, 13086|So brave and so very sweet, 13086|So brave and so very sweet 13086|That you would not rather be 13086|(I don't know the word) and not know it 13086|That you would not rather be 13086|And not know 13086|And not know. 13086|I know the word "strange" is strange, 13086|But all the words of "strange" are sweet. 13086|If you had heard us lying down 13086|In the long morning light, 13086|And you had never seen us then, 13086|We should be still as ghosts in bed; 13086|The darkness is but the curtain 13086|That hides us from your eyes. 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say that the whole world is sleeping, and not one man. 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say in the darkness, "what a shame! what a shame!" 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say with your face up facing you: "Forgive! forgive!" 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|So the name of our grave in the earth is very near 13086|To the name of our grave in the air. 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave, 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave! 13086|With a start, if you have heard us lying down, 13086|You would say that a devil has caught up with us! 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave, 13086|And we would rather be dead than good or brave. 13086|Where we have lain together you cannot find. How could you find us there? 13086|Where we have lain together there is no looking back. 13086|When you have found us lying down. 13086|So we lie in a bed we did not choose, 13086|With little room to move about, and no bed to sleep in. 13086|How can we sleep at night with these things, when no one else will care? 13086|These things are evil and evil 13086|And nothing at all good for us. 13086|To the end of the earth, for our souls' sake, 13086|Bury us both together with your sins. 13086|We would rather be dead than good or brave, 13086|And we would rather be dead than good or brave. 13086|All the names for devils are "brutes," 13086|But we would rather be good and brave. 13086|A woman's head is golden-brown, 13086|A man's is red and wrinkled, you know. 13086|And the devil is ugly without wrinkles, 13086|But the pretty girls he does not want. 13086|When you have found us lying down, 13086|You would say, "God bless you!" etc. 13086|So, now, come to bed, and God bless you. 13086|A man's mouth is straight and thin, 13086|But to taste no sweets that day. 13086|He has not got a wife as yet, 13086|His young heart has a lot yet to do. 13086|Who knows! It may be--who knows?-- 13086|He has not got a wife as yet. 13087|A great, big man was my master, 13087|He didn't live in a hut, 13087|He had a sheepskin with a red cloth folded underneath, 13087|He had a little red cloth to wipe his face on 13087|when he was in distress. 13087|His wife wasn't a bit at all, 13087|And he was proud, you know. 13087|She was a very neat girl, and modest, and quiet. 13087|She wasn't too bad of a wife. 13087|She was a very neat her husband, ======================================== SAMPLE 9670 ======================================== 3698|"Where is he?"--She raised 3698|Her eyes and answered with a smile, and,-- 3698|"Alas! What sorrow is his still to bear 3698|"For other sorrows which past life past 3698|"Have not yet done to bear; wherefore, where 3698|"With him in silence now is left bereft 3698|"And what he seeks is all to be relinquished. 3698|"Naught he beholds, but clouds and darkness round 3698|"Nor can he think how little his return be, 3698|"But on his wistful heart and feverish will 3698|"His hopes and anxieties must build 3698|"And, as we look, his eyes will never see 3698|"Aught of the joy and peace his heart has sought. 3698|"No! I must think that my poor child no more 3698|"Shall have the mother that he knew before 3698|"Shall come to him, but in a far-off world, 3698|"When on the earth is all his sorrow's fruit, 3698|"And his weary hopes by tears of sorrow fed 3698|"Have all been fruitlessly tried, and fulfilled 3698|"The hope he never more may view or know. 3698|"For while the world grows darker every day, 3698|"And with it wane his prospects ever blest, 3698|"Shall be the comfort of my heart, and light 3698|"His daily life with pleasures of the light." 3698|She ended. With the tears that followed thus, 3698|Some secret shame which in her bosom lay, 3698|She turned away, and, turning, gave it back 3698|To the old master; then she wiped that tear 3698|From her fair face, and, turning, sat again. 3698|In vain would Lucrece her sad parents pray 3698|For tenderness and for a tender care. 3698|By her father's arm, as far, far as wind, 3698|The wretched Lucrece flies with desperate hand. 3698|The father and the mother weep again, 3698|She pities not, nor yet has Lucrece aught 3698|Of those who suffer so; and now there came 3698|A cry upon the air, and suddenly 3698|A light upon the city of the night, 3698|Which cast upon it far more deep a gloom 3698|Than ever her dark eyes have ever known. 3698|She hastened home, and, from her mother's side, 3698|She kissed a baby in her arms. 'God bless' 3698|She said, 'the land,' and drew the little child 3698|Upon her gentle bosom, and, like one 3698|Laughing eternally, laid her down again. 3698|What was that light?--it seem'd, perhaps, to hint 3698|At such a thing. Lucrece, in doubt and dread, 3698|Began to weep, and spoke to her with sighs. 3698|'Mother, when thou art at rest the most, 3698|Thou mak'st me think of the long, long years, 3698|When I have loved thee, as the sun doth of night 3698|A cloud, that slowly, as the cold wind blows, 3698|Flames in the west. I could forget those years. 3698|They have not been remembered: I have lost 3698|All pleasure in the present; all delight 3698|Fades from my memory. O how could I bear 3698|To hear the words, now and then, of my loved one, 3698|Whose voice had thrilled my life with melody? 3698|How could I bear to see her face the day, 3698|Nor think to call her, but perforce must flee? 3698|If her own voice could call me; if my eyes 3698|Had the familiar joy of hearing her, 3698|When she was glad and hopeful in my arms? 3698|And then her eyes. Ah, what a world of sorrow 3698|Should thus have been my life's eternal night! 3698|Long years of blissful anguish might she see 3698|Her husband's life of luxury and ease: 3698|And then her death, and I must have lived as they ======================================== SAMPLE 9680 ======================================== 1287|The joyous glee that I have heard would not 1287|Appal the thoughts of my loved ones in my dreams. 1287|Ah! the little pleasures I enjoy 1287|Are not a few but endless; 1287|A child, that roams the field, 1287|Has scarcely hours of leisure. 1287|A youth, that dreams of war, 1287|Sees battles in his dreams. 1287|A woman's love, and a man's delight, are one; 1287|A maid is always in the sight, 1287|And is, therefore, dear indeed, 1287|And never-dying loved. 1287|Thou'rt gazing at my hand. 1287|I would give all the world for such a mark! 1287|I would give all my treasure 1287|For the boon the stars allow. 1287|There was a maiden once who had a golden ring, 1287|And had the gift of prophecy when she a youth woo'd; 1287|For lovers, therefore, never tire; 1287|For lovers only love by their right, 1287|And wish their matches of effectual love to gain. 1287|But when young and fair she found with him her knight, 1287|She, being deceived, had his sword she felt by night; 1287|For if she touched with it, he in turn drew from her 1287|And with his own breath made her his wife, 1287|And made the youth a father of his infant brood. 1287|The maiden loved the knight. She knew his power far more 1287|Than the golden ring which her maidenness possess'd. 1287|For as the ring was on her finger, 1287|He in turn drew her to him. 1287|And, from his hand, for ever 1287|Shook off the finger and brought her 1287|To him as a father, 1287|As the only ever father! 1287|He made his wife his sister, 1287|And had a sister's sweet heart, 1287|And thus a brother made a brother. 1287|With joy he came to woo her, 1287|And so the wedding rites were held. 1287|But, when she to her brother made reply, 1287|He, being dazzled, left his sister dear, 1287|And, in his turn, drew her to him. 1287|The young and wedded pair, 1287|Pressed the bridal couch, 1287|And joyous songs were heard for many years and for many ages. 1287|For though the maiden maiden 1287|Was of no great renown, 1287|The knight soon after them was the most valued lady 1287|In all the kingdom; 1287|The knight the maiden's hand would gladly take in his own, 1287|But he, being young, would marry her 1287|At eighteen years, 1287|For many years and for many ages 1287|He thought on his desire, 1287|When, in his youthful day, 1287|That young and unmarried maiden 1287|Would prove herself 1287|Unrivalled for her wit and beauty; 1287|To him, for his delight, 1287|The maiden had been married 1287|In an iron ring; 1287|And, when his bride she came with him, 1287|There were tears and sighs of joy 1287|To his young and unmarried sister's heart by the will of his 1287|He spoke to the maiden, 1287|In a very gracious, fluttering fashion,-- 1287|"Sister, I bring a present, 1287|This one is for thee; 1287|The bracelets, as they will stay, 1287|Will, I hope, hold good, 1287|The rings, of silver, and the bracelets of ivory." 1287|And then the maiden he took, in the wedding-ring, 1287|And, in a very fluttering way,-- 1287|The maiden he placed there, 1287|By his side in the wedding-coat. 1287|She, when she saw her husband, 1287|Was very glad, 1287|Her bosom swell'd with joy; 1287|And with an air well-taught 1287|As a maiden's are, 1287|She was ever in hope, in a very fluttering way, 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 9690 ======================================== 4332|Or a wisp of a sun-blur across the blue: 4332|And I've made a little joke of it by saying,--I 4332|Am just a little loon. 4332|The old man shook his head, and his eyes 4332|Were quite luminous with pride. 4332|He looked at the young boy, 4332|And the boy was not there; 4332|He was on his way to the church, 4332|Where he had to go. 4332|No one heard the old man's call, 4332|And none of the songs 4332|The people sang and the girls made, 4332|Or the young maids' laughing eyes, 4332|When the old man came home. 4332|Oh the old man's beard twitched in the dark 4332|With a little laugh; 4332|And he spoke, and he spoke low to the boy, 4332|"You're not a goosey, 4332|Or a feathery thing, 4332|Or merely a pretty green lark." 4332|But the boy's eyes were wide and bright, 4332|And his heart was glad 4332|With some unknown joy in his mother's eyes, 4332|And the old man turned to his daughter's son, 4332|Who was passing by. 4332|"You're not a goosey, you're not a feathery 4332|Whatever you are," said he, 4332|"And you're not to blame, for you did but go to make 4332|Hewn hay or to reap the wheat, 4332|And your little brother drowned to-day." 4332|And the lad shook his head and said no, 4332|And his father shook his head, 4332|"No, no," and they all laughed so earnestly, 4332|And were glad to let him leave, 4332|"And what if your little lad grows up to be a man?" 4332|But the old man shook his head and said no, 4332|And the old man shook his head 4332|To see how the boy was going to do it, 4332|And the boy grew up to be a fool. 4332|And the old man shook his head and said no, 4332|And the old man shook his head 4332|As if he saw a dream, 4332|And only dreamed that he might be gone. 4332|But the young lad came from the church in the spring, 4332|And the old man's face grew bright, 4332|And the young lad went by the door in the autumn, 4332|And the boy became a man 4332|With a great hard fist full of broken sticks, 4332|And a ragged coat for a cloak; 4332|And the old man's eyes grew tender eyes, too, 4332|And now the lad has got work, 4332|But the old man cannot tell 4332|Whether he's the boy or the boy's brother. 4332|I stood behind the line with the trench-stick 4332|That I'd had my eye on a couple of minutes. 4332|There were ten of us with him (the trenches 4332|Were still a level with the ground), 4332|So I sat near the nose-tips, 4332|And he passed the nose-tips on, 4332|And on, and on, he went, 4332|With the whole damn line up past. 4332|We had a little room with the trench 4332|A little front of red 4332|And a little back of red 4332|But the smoke in the little room 4332|With the smoke in the little trench 4332|With the smell of the sweat on it 4332|Was the perfume of the trenches 4332|So I was a pretty little boy, 4332|And I lived 'most through the war 4332|In a little red room with the trench-stick 4332|In my eye 4332|By the side of a little wooden bench 4332|And a book 4332|Of maps 4332|That I read like a big book, 4332|And I never had a chance. 4332|It wasn't the first war job that made me cry; 4332|I used to work on factories all day 4332|And then get home and cry. 4332|I had the trenches when I was young, ======================================== SAMPLE 9700 ======================================== A child I love 2863|Who never wears a dress, 2863|A grave lady I 2863|Who thinks there's one at home 2863|Who has not said, 2863|But she'd hear 2863|Her dame and her cook, 2863|And say, "It's a shame, 2863|But you must go 2863|To the poor, young sot 2863|As soon as he thinks of 2863|His hams, 2863|'For I dare not go 2863|For fear to offend.' 2863|There was a time 2863|There was a time 2863|She had no choice 2863|But to be young again 2863|And be true to her love 2863|As water flows 2863|And is found in the sea, 2863|And all that makes a man 2863|I know, 2863|But you never can tell 2863|A woman's heart 2863|Unless she be true 2863|And that's a bad sign 2863|Or else she's a spy 2863|To tell their secrets away 2863|And get a good word 2863|With the man she loves, 2863|For every kind and good 2863|Of man she meets 2863|Or else she's caught a-leaping 2863|To do or show him sin, 2863|And this way and that way 2863|But for all she's naught 2863|She tells her master 2863|And that I know, 2863|And by this way and that 2863|And that way again 2863|She is an excellent spy 2863|If she can be 2863|And with that one of three 2863|She's always looking 2863|And with this little of two 2863|Three ways there are 2863|There is always two for three. 2863|If it's a pretty girl, 2863|Who cannot be beaten 2863|Or a good name, 2863|And if he should take her, 2863|But there's no knowing 2863|Whether that ever will be, 2863|If it's a good house or a bad, 2863|He must take care 2863|And so must you 2863|And so it's best 2863|If that house is bad or good 2863|Who knows if the husband 2863|Will stay in it long enough 2863|To make his daughter good 2863|To wife and son? 2863|No man I know of 2863|Would have let 2863|A child of his go into the world 2863|If the father had let the child out a week 2863|Before the birth, 2863|And then the mother made him wait 2863|As if the child had gone. 2863|And so it is the same 2863|Unless you are made 2863|Of the body and soul, 2863|And can see beyond all shadow and all shade 2863|To what the soul was made for. 2863|If it's a good house, and if it's bad, 2863|And if it's something to hide away 2863|The eyes must see 2863|And see what it is that hides; 2863|If it's bad or good, then there's nothing hidden. 2863|I think a pretty thing was this young girl's name, and I asked her who she was. 2863|And she said, "Oh, that's splendid, sir; it does so draw our light." 2863|Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear! 2863|So many things are true, 2863|And many things can't be true. 2863|There is a woman who is quite a regular woman--just a regular 2863|When I get angry with the world (which I am sometimes apt to do 2863|And yet I am very often glad and very occasionally glad 2863|And sometimes glad and sometimes sad and occasionally sad. Sometimes 2863|But the most unlucky hour of all is when I am not yet aware, 2863|And I think of nothing but a woman who is beautiful to my 2863|And I wish she would not be the woman that I have become at 2863|So many things are true, 2863|And many things can't be true. 2863|The night is cold at the best, 2863|And we pass ======================================== SAMPLE 9710 ======================================== 8187|But, seeing _such_ a splendid man, the _tous_ was ready: 8187|To make the choice we'll lay them all by candle-light, 8187|Let, or the _tous_. 8187|All we can say of Lord Pippins, or Sir John Sprat, 8187|Is all that's known of them to-day. 8187|We know he was so tall, so gay, so bold, he went 8187|To such feasts as seldom being seen before knows through, 8187|For he was "just so much into wine, 8187|He could go to and fro about like any hobo." 8187|So true-blue a fellow `twas that his eyes' 8187|Had not a single look of 'em _twixt blue and brown; 8187|And to say of him any one would feel rather shy, 8187|If he had stayed at home. 8187|And this, we're sure, was owing to the reason that he 8187|Did, as people used to say, "look for a year, 8187|In the year or the year after some one had married him-- 8187|And, as wives, when that was o'er, 8187|Might be, they would change, or at least be moved to surprise him, 8187|So did so of course Queen Bess did; 8187|For in spite of their promise not to marry till he _was_ 8187|She "bubbly" gave him a great "he-done-for-to-the-death" 8187|(That's a fact as well known to Puck as he is to us, 8187|And that is why we and Lady Blue-jay have been writing 8187|So oft of this man that we've _not_ been able to write) 8187|When his last bride brought him to "the big day," 8187|His "wife" was Lottie the Lass, for Cinther had just 8187|Had _her_ wedding, and she "wore the ring," 8187|So Lottie the Lass found, in spite of what she had read about 8187|In the church, so "the parson" says, "a splendid bride!" 8187|And as he was passing, he met the young Lottie; 8187|His mother had asked him a question, 8187|Which is always true when they've married. 8187|'Twas this;--"When you got home," said he, 8187|"What kind of picture did they look for you in?" 8187|"I don't know," said Lottie the Lass. 8187|"Well, we looked at a _lot_-- 8187|"But _what kind_?" said the young Lottie. 8187|"I know," said the young Lottie's mother. 8187|"But a lot--at a lot, and a lot at a lot! 8187|"The picture they wanted," said the young Lottie's mother. 8187|"And so, by and by," said the young Lottie's mother, nodding her 8187|hair, "it came out this way; 8187|_Two_ men upon a board 8187|Came marching from the South; 8187|The King gave a wink, 8187|And that was the end of it. 8187|_Two_ men upon a board 8187|Came marching down from the North; 8187|The King said, "Behold!" 8187|And that's the end of it all." 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To stand the first in line, 8187|When you've got your suit of clothes, 8187|And are a little older. 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To have the favor of the nurse 8187|When you're a little older. 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To stand the first in line, 8187|And get, if still you've got it, 8187|A bath that's sure to last you. 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To have, in spite of sorrow, 8187|So much of it at such a period, 8187|To have that one's "a good girl." 8187|It's a pretty pleasure 8187|To stand the first in line, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 9720 ======================================== 16059|Y otro más días 16059|Del pueblo y regalo;-- 16059|Ví, como ¡ay, y no 16059|¿No ví, señor? 16059|(¡Ah! qué muerte!) 16059|Y al fin los poco 16059|Caminante y pueblo, 16059|Que aunque camin, mezquina, 16059|Lane de ser, 16059|Como podemos riendas 16059|Luneria el Crespo, 16059|Que con trabalho blasón 16059|Que al cuyo bien 16059|De luz, como sin 16059|De ronco en Río,-- 16059|Quizá quiero el 16059|De las cosas de la 16059|Que á los dueños, 16059|Como aquello de mi, 16059|Y entre pasos son 16059|Los fieros del Quijote, 16059|Y que aun no llores 16059|Lloró en la altura 16059|Entre la altura; 16059|Y el seso, señor, 16059|En Sarracenos y 16059|Muy fieros de mi, 16059|Como ayer, señor, 16059|Mi caballo albor primo 16059|Vender mi pavoro que 16059|Que soye en paz al cabello, 16059|Que con la paz no se saluda 16059|Ya serás de mi caballero. 16059|Aquello un sol señor, 16059|Y la fama de mi pena 16059|Que con mi pavido 16059|Se acerca mi caballero. 16059|¡Maldito, mis poderos! ¿Vuelveíd! 16059|La inensítta de paz! 16059|¡Vuelviste! 16059|Ya la fama 16059|La paz 16059|Los árabes, los robo, 16059|El caballero, 16059|Ya mi caballo el rey, 16059|Hizo amor que mi cara 16059|Sobre las flores azota. 16059|Al daréuntingí mis afectar, 16059|De ayer dando en vano, 16059|Los que asombró sus amores 16059|Al marchar la ira aliento. 16059|¡De ave y velo! ¡vuelveíd el oro! 16059|Ya los estéis de su voz, 16059|Ya las hércules de mi opinena 16059|Vuelve en mi opinena. 16059|Los hércules de las dos vanas 16059|La ventana del rey 16059|Ya en vano 16059|De la corona, 16059|Y en vano 16059|La noche y desierto, 16059|Y en vano 16059|Y confusiendo del río, 16059|Y eres en vano 16059|Y lo entendí entre los campos, 16059|Y en vano 16059|Dieron sus brazos los destinos. 16059|Los que hoy segun los nieblas, 16059|Hoy de una voz, el alma, 16059|Y hoy lo á mi opinena 16059|Y las dos no me viene. 16059|¡Las más hermosas de un vuelo 16059|Por sus tuyos lejos! 16059|¡Desvenendidas son las caras! 16059|Señor, al fin con que viene, 16059|Sus ojos te remontos, 16059|Por ti, hondo á poco pesar, 16059|A tu velero vidro 16059|Los caminos de un olvido, 16059|Señor, sus amigos, 16059|Hondo á mi opinena, 16059| ======================================== SAMPLE 9730 ======================================== 37213|And my heart swelled, and my eyes glowed, and a mighty wind 37213|Grew, and a great wave rolled o'er the great sea and 37213|the water-places, and the wavelets cried aloud, 37213|And on the great sea the billows were green, and the 37213|dewy billow poured down and gathered all to the 37213|long waves like a golden shower. 37213|And I, the child of the land, 37213|For there was nothing of the sea, no bird of the air, 37213|no bee of the dale--far off only the great waves of 37213|the sea. 37213|And as they dashed on the land, I did not say much, 37213|only looked up into the clouds. 37213|I went home that evening, and was not crying, 37213|only with eyes that were wet I watched the land-wind 37213|go rushing and the billows rush in, and I heard 37213|the waves blow in from the great ocean-peaks. 37213|The water swilling, it was so cold. 37213|One was hard at the mouth to go wet or go wet 37213|to go wet at the feet: they were not wet. 37213|And it is only the wild things who are wild, 37213|and the great birds are great in the air 37213|Have no place in the world but where it is set here, 37213|the great ocean-peaks. 37213|When the wind is blowing hard I can stand it 37213|all night on the broad water, and I go 37213|sitting in the wind-slit and staring down the great clear air, 37213|so I can see things in my mind without thinking, 37213|so I see the great green billows at night and in the day. 37213|When I stand on the coast and watch the waves as they are 37213|going and sweeping over to the sea, 37213|When I watch the land, no more seeing the sea, 37213|And the great billows roll through all my thoughts 37213|as if I saw every thing at once, 37213|And I feel that I may never come home again. 37213|It is the wind-slit in the sea-washed beach, 37213|Is the wind in a wind-slit in the sea, 37213|Who can set a man's heart fast to his feet, 37213|But it moves and stands in his heart like this, 37213|With the great waves that are rocking his ship 37213|and sweeping her to the sea. 37213|The old man stands in the wind-slit,-- 37213|Is it the wind, or the wind-slit in the sea, 37213|Who can tell his heart? 37213|I have stood in the wind-slit and stared 37213|at the land-wide sea, with white foam on it, and at night 37213|when its deep voice is heard in the night from the waves and the 37213|sails on the sea-boards, 37213|When the winds in their fury cry at their gods and ask them 37213|what they are doing or why they are done. 37213|And I know the old man, and the old man does not say nothing, 37213|and the old man has so many treasures to hold, 37213|And he is very old and his eyes are deep and very old, 37213|and his beard is long, 37213|And his body is covered with many a tassie round his 37213|body. 37213|"Is it the wind in the wind-slit in the wind 37213|that sweeps me out of my rest, 37213|But it shakes my heart with a fierce, strange passion 37213|that I cannot speak of? 37213|I am no more young when the waves break off their night on 37213|my body, and I am more old when the wind blows. 37213|And I do not know if it is it I am old and the old man's 37213|heart, or the great wave-rock, or the wind in the wind-slit. 37213|It is the wind in the wind-slit in the sea, that sweeps me 37213|out of my rest, 37213|And the strong wind and the great wave are the ghosts of me." 37213|We must not give the ======================================== SAMPLE 9740 ======================================== 16376|"The little ones," he went on, "you see, 16376|Are as a rose to him." 16376|I heard, in the old oak-tree, 16376|The little robins sing 16376|(Their thoughts of him the same 16376|As the big birds' notes). 16376|I listened in the wood, 16376|All heartily, as before, 16376|Till, as I listened too, 16376|Some small voice broke the song. 16376|It was no little robins-- 16376|It was the great Queen's 16376|(God's glory at her knee!) 16376|And then a little voice cried, 16376|"O, little robins, be still, 16376|For your King is gone a-building." 16376|"Dear Lord (the little robins 16376|Said), I here am again. 16376|Our thoughts of him are as new 16376|As we opened our eyes to light." 16376|How little things are! How grand, 16376|How wonderful, how few! 16376|To the wide world of things, 16376|As of old it was, 16376|The future has not changed; 16376|And we sit with our parents 16376|In the great Library of Light, 16376|And dream that God has planned 16376|This world of ours with us. 16376|It was not made for us; 16376|Not made to our clumsy ways; 16376|It is much too wide, and rough, 16376|And strange, and dark. 16376|But, God, make it for us, 16376|Or ill or well, 16376|A fair and beautiful road, 16376|Along which we may go 16376|To some fair future age, 16376|And, being here, depart 16376|In a blessed Heart-- 16376|O Father, make it for us! 16376|O, make it for us, 16376|That we in it 16376|May find our own 16376|Instrument of Peace! 16376|Let us, then, in hope 16376|That we, in sooth, 16376|May find this world 16376|As Thou didst make it fair. 16376|Here, then, the little robins 16376|For a while 16376|Shall sing to us in this quiet spot, 16376|For a while, and give us play. 16376|All night long and every night, 16376|By the white, white moon, 16376|God made them--the little robins, 16376|So fine and white; 16376|And the stars looked after them, 16376|And rocked in beds. 16376|And so to bed, and so to stay. 16376|At early dawn, they were gone, 16376|Hid away. 16376|Some climbed the branches overhead; 16376|Some hid in hollows, where'er 16376|Could be found a hiding-place; 16376|Some wakened in the hollows, to feed 16376|When mama bore them,--some to sit 16376|Upon her lap; or, peeping through 16376|The hollows they might see the moon 16376|Watch them asleep. 16376|And, when the sun uprose, and scarce 16376|A shadow on the water cast, 16376|The little robins came again; 16376|And sat and cooed thereat, and howled 16376|With all their might! 16376|What a noise! for I never heard 16376|So wonderful a birdleting; 16376|Never heard so large a brood 16376|Of birds so different in all shapes 16376|As here to-day. 16376|First, a blackbird sat, 16376|With a naked neck and breast, 16376|And a very large torn bill, 16376|And a very long breast. 16376|A gray heron followed after, 16376|With a long netting of his tail, 16376|And a long yellow bill. 16376|A goslings' nest he was, of eggs 16376|Wherewithal to house himself. 16376|A duck was also with him, 16376|With a goslings' nest beside; 16376|A duck had another ======================================== SAMPLE 9750 ======================================== 3468|Soothly I would now the day of old forget: 3468|"Lo, this is what ye did, and ye shall do no less." 3468|"Farewell, thou ship on the sea-way, 3468|And a long farewell to thee," 3468|Quoth the grey-haired old man. 3468|"Alas! the ship hath yet to sail 3468|The land of the dark green sea, 3468|Farewell, thou ship on the sea-way, 3468|And a last farewell, O." 3468|Lo, on the strand the mastless wreck we found, 3468|The shrouds by the sea cast-away; 3468|Then straight a word betokened that she lay 3468|With the last hand on the mast. 3468|Then spake the grey-haired old man: 3468|"Here is the world, and the world's at rest; 3468|Farewell thou ship on the sea-way, 3468|And farewell, farewell. 3468|"For, ah, well deem I that thou now 3468|Wilt never draw anear mine ear, 3468|For the world is as dear to me 3468|As that which thou art gone." 3468|Then straight upon the sands, 3468|The wind of the night fell sore: 3468|'Twas there we laid our dead there. 3468|So oft in the lonely night, 3468|They came back, the ghosts of those 3468|Who had died at that well-won place. 3468|In the dark the night we found; 3468|Far off the white masts shone. 3468|"O God, how strange!" we said, 3468|"How strange that ye are gone! 3468|What means this grey-haired man 3468|Who comes back from the sea-way, 3468|And how fares the world now?" 3468|"Lo, the sea hath cast our dead, 3468|And the sky hath filled o'er all 3468|With life again, and the blue 3468|Gates of heaven shall not let pass 3468|Our souls when we come again." 3468|"O weary eyes! O weary eyes! 3468|We shall sleep not there alone." 3468|Then the grey-haired old man said: 3468|"Come you back, O weary eyes? 3468|The world is wide as before." 3468|"What shall I say, O weary eyes? 3468|Whose is the world now, and whom?" 3468|"O God, thou old friend, the world is not but the shape 3468|Of death, now thou art here again. 3468|We are the ghosts of this, who slept 3468|And lost, when all was quiet here; 3468|We are the ghosts of these who lived 3468|In quiet-seeming years of old 3468|And loved and fain would die a-still 3468|But did not; for thou wouldst not go. 3468|We are the ghosts of the years long gone; 3468|Our souls are but the mould of this." 3468|"Farewell, farewell, thou ghost of all, 3468|My good old friend, for whom I live. 3468|What are the years, this life, to thee? 3468|Or sleep, or death, or living or dead? 3468|What is it but the mould of death?" 3468|"The world is wide to me; 3468|I say to all, save one, 3468|I am the old friend thou hast known 3468|Now for a passing hour. 3468|My eyes are open wide, the ways 3468|For nought but fools to fare: 3468|I see the land of the dead as clear 3468|As a clear stream may be." 3468|"O grey-haired man, the world is but a shape 3468|Of death, now thou art here again. 3468|Faint, I say, and far away, 3468|Is the lovely world from me." 3468|"O folk, the world is wider wide 3468|Now; the world hath never been; 3468|For I see the world that is full of men 3468|In an isle that is far away." 3468|"I ask no more of thee than thou ======================================== SAMPLE 9760 ======================================== 30488|Tempt, when the stormy night is done 30488|To gather earth, and sleep and cheer. 30488|Then, when the day is come, a cry 30488|I gave the wind,--and found it true, 30488|That life was not the story dull 30488|Of life that life will reach to-day; 30488|Nor yet the long-dead days of old; 30488|But a new one, with the fresh air, 30488|And a new life, all unafraid. 30488|Then, for the task a-foot, that task is not 30488|A task of man or a god, 30488|But for a shadow, and a hand, 30488|To lead you through the dawn that lies, 30488|And light the way to the clear, still light. 30488|I shall not find the old sweet road, 30488|But a long way I must go, 30488|Beyond those fields of sun and moon, 30488|That lie between the meadows wide, 30488|To the bright light that fills my eyes. 30488|Then, some day when I wake with mirth, 30488|To hear the wind up the dell say-- 30488|"Ah, wind, whare art thou blowing?" 30488|Then shall the dreamy wind of waking 30488|In song return from the distant skies. 30488|Ah, wind, whare art thou blowing? 30488|There is no songer as I love, 30488|No music as the grasshoppers; 30488|The birds cannot reach the spring's breath; 30488|And yet that quiet spring is sweet, 30488|And sweet the grasses round my feet, 30488|As home to me, and love, and you, 30488|I turn, I am among green hills, 30488|And grassy fields of winter woods; 30488|Sweet, soft sweet is the breath of spring, 30488|And sweet sweet is the dawning day; 30488|But sweet as love in the breast of death 30488|Is the sweet breath of the grave and I. 30488|A wind came from the west, 30488|A strange, strange sound, 30488|As of the sea, 30488|And seemed to be an answer there, 30488|And blow down some secret through my heart, 30488|As if, in the breath of those strange wings, 30488|It found an utterance to its flight. 30488|What was the wind that came, 30488|Blowing over the sea? 30488|It was like some wild, vague, silent dream, 30488|Or a wind as far beyond the seas 30488|As the sea had heard, 30488|And blown it out, 30488|Over the sea. 30488|What was the wind that fled, 30488|When I drew breath to say-- 30488|It seemed the answer from the far-off hills; 30488|Then turned again to the landlike waves, 30488|And blew them back, 30488|And caught them up between the folds of sleep. 30488|What was the wind that fled 30488|When I could laugh and know for a surety 30488|'Twas only a flutter of wings across? 30488|A ghostly, ghostly laughter then did meet me, 30488|A voice--not that of ghost or ghostly flesh, 30488|But of the air, 30488|That laughed it in 30488|And made a great, clear wail through the dark, 30488|As if it knew its hour and knew its dread. 30488|The air, that laughed us in, 30488|Bid the dark wind come; 30488|It will come, for the night grows dark, 30488|And the land lies under the night; 30488|And the night comes far, far away. 30488|Ah! the night lies far, far away. 30488|And my soul leaps from sleep, 30488|Like a child that cries, 30488|For the dark wind comes, and blurs the blue sky 30488|And cries, and the night shall fall, 30488|And the dews fall, 30488|And the night falls, 30488|The dews shall come, and the night goes. 30508|The day comes up, it comes all the year long, 30508|With ======================================== SAMPLE 9770 ======================================== 1304|Till all of earth at length should be 1304|As in the days of old, 1304|When I came back to you. 1304|THEY are passing by me 1304|The shadows fall, they fall, 1304|The long sweet night is over, 1304|And the day dawns at last. 1304|Now the light of the day is breaking 1304|Through the branches overhead, 1304|Look, look! they are coming nearer-- 1304|What way, pray, have we to flee? 1304|"Where, where are the friends I loved?" 1304|Ah, far from earth, where I could trace 1304|Her sweet, sweet face, that I had known, 1304|Far from men, from the world-old spring! 1304|And my soul may be happy and free 1304|Before the new day comes to me! 1304|I FADE into the shadows, 1304|My world of light I leave; 1304|The shadows fall, they fall, 1304|The long sweet night is over, 1304|Yet, yet for me there be! 1304|My days are long, my nights are long, 1304|My sleep is broken fast; 1304|I go, I faint, I sink, 1304|Till the day dawns at last. 1304|FADE not out of the world, 1304|Fall not in the night, 1304|It shall all begin at last, 1304|I can stay the morning. 1304|Fade not out of the world, 1304|Fall not in the night, 1304|Farewell, for it is no more May! 1304|The sweet birds sit and sing, 1304|The flowers rise and weep in April, 1304|And the nightingale alone 1304|Hangs still beside the window-glass. 1304|Farewell, for it is no more May! 1304|I LOVED her blue eyes, 1304|They were brighter than stars, 1304|Her cheeks were redder 1304|Than the burning sea. 1304|Her hair was like showers 1304|Of star-dust shaken; 1304|From her bosom broke 1304|The stars in gleams. 1304|But her tongue was not 1304|So charming after; 1304|Her mouth was not half so red, 1304|The lips of other men. 1304|She lived, I knew, in a tower, 1304|That was redolent of song; 1304|But she never came near 1304|The courtyard or the fields. 1304|She lived alone with thoughts, 1304|And hopes, and sorrows; 1304|She had yet a heart of stone 1304|And never was alone. 1304|All night beneath the moon, 1304|She dreamed of me asleep; 1304|All night beneath the moon, 1304|Her lips were very mine. 1304|All night beneath the moon, 1304|She made me feel so dear; 1304|And all night thereafter, 1304|When the stars were in the sky, 1304|I loved her more than man. 1304|I THOUGHT on a time 1304|(Look again if you can) 1304|A shepherd once was, 1304|And he lived in Arcady: 1304|There where the rivulets wind, 1304|The reapers sometimes cut 1304|The tender tops of olive-trees 1304|That wave in a garden shady 1304|On the banks of a winding river 1304|That lisps and murmurs through 1304|A mossy fissure: 1304|And every morning, 1304|In the dewy pastures 1304|They watered till the water-logs 1304|Grew to ripeness: 1304|And then, with song and dance 1304|They flitted through the noonday 1304|And left their everlasting scent 1304|On the fresh and everlasting flowers 1304|That wave their leaves. 1304|And one such was he, 1304|And other Men were there, 1304|And they sang his praises 1304|And flitted round him: 1304|And aye the more they praised 1304|The shepherd, and his shepherd- ======================================== SAMPLE 9780 ======================================== 25953|Hair of each child was painted fair; 25953|For the sake of good luck to all 25953|She herself had painted it fair. 25953|All this took a great deal of thought, 25953|And a great deal of labour too. 25953|In the summer time came the sun, 25953|In the winter time the snow also, 25953|In April came the time of blossoming, 25953|When the blossoms came in season likewise, 25953|And the blossoms yet were far from falling. 25953|In the summer time she went to work 25953|Under a new and handsome shade, 25953|And again there came the snow to lay, 25953|With its drifts the snow had covered well, 25953|And the ice was there, too, by her side. 25953|This the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|And he turned about to find it there. 25953|Thus he found it, and upon it, 25953|In her basket, he beheld it, 25953|And upon her a brand-new skirt was lying, 25953|Which the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|When he found it there upon the green, 25953|To himself he turned his forehead, 25953|And he answered as he looked at it: 25953|"Is it well that thou hast brought it?" 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"Is it well that thou hast brought it? 25953|For the sake of all my people, 25953|I myself am not as other men, 25953|Others I know as little as I know. 25953|For the sake of all my people, 25953|I myself am not as other men, 25953|Others I know as little as I know. 25953|But if I must go into battle, 25953|And to battle with the heroes 25953|Who are in my pipe-stem, give me my spear." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"What can I do with a spear so frail? 25953|There are many that take spear in hand, 25953|And at once can fight with me." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"You are but a young man then indeed, 25953|But I know too well that you are young, 25953|And in truth will fight with me." 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"If it cannot be you fight with me, 25953|Then will I speak with Väinämöinen, 25953|Till we two have fought each other." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|"But that I should be fighting with you, 25953|And on so much terms, I never 25953|Had the joy of fighting with so great." 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"Then remember then I gave you. 25953|But from this world I was not born, 25953|Where the children take more than they can. 25953|All too soon I heard that you were born, 25953|And I gave you everything you want." 25953|Lemminkainen, grave and steadfast, 25953|Answered in the words which follow: 25953|"This world it is not so with me, 25953|I cannot tell you all I know, 25953|Nor am I willing even to ask; 25953|For my own life would I wish a lot, 25953|And a goodly lot in my stead. 25953|And your daughter, she will take to me, 25953|To a bride of highest quality." 25953|Said the lively Lemminkainen, 25953|But he spoke again with anger: 25953|"Well indeed that you would take me, 25953|And with us would be happy weal; 25953|I myself am not a wight so great, 25953|I myself am not a lad so great, 25953|Nor am I worthy to marry, 25953|Forth from this world in such distress." 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"I will leave your child for you still. 25953|You will surely make me richer, 25 ======================================== SAMPLE 9790 ======================================== 13086|In which I can be happy 13086|'Neath the heaven of our dreams. 13086|And that still is possible. 13086|There is in you the dew of youth; 13086|There is in you the hope of heaven; 13086|There is in you the angel-form 13086|Of the angel-spirit you see now; 13086|There is in you the hope of heaven, 13086|And there again the old joy of heaven. 13086|And what is this same hope that thrills 13086|In your heart, and fills in glass 13086|Of the hope of heaven to-day, 13086|And of heaven to-morrow? 13086|The hope of heaven in flowers like the hope of heaven 13086|In the heart of a child; 13086|And the hope of heaven in all things 13086|That live or die or are done with the life it survives. 13086|They are there for a day who wait: 13086|A bird from the North, 13086|Or a swallow from the sea, 13086|Or a bee from the rose; 13086|They are sweet in the wayward dream 13086|And their sweet is sweet, 13086|For they know only of death 13086|And of nothingness. 13086|They are there for a day who wait-- 13086|I know a little flower 13086|That waits upon a grave at noon. 13086|There is no grave but this is not it. 13086|And a little grave is a dream; 13086|I think that death is a flower of white: 13086|For what is there that's not true, 13086|True as the sun can be? 13086|I am alone in that white garden, 13086|And even I am alone; 13086|And I, the simple child, 13086|Lifting against white flowers 13086|A little flower, 13086|For the soul of me groweth as a flower 13086|In that white garden. 13086|I am alone in its soul, 13086|For all the roses that grow 13086|Upon the flowers that have made me its flower 13086|Are dust in a dust of tears. 13086|But it groweth as an angel, 13086|And I know that when I weep 13086|The flowers that have had my tears will grow 13086|As flowers in the garden. 13086|I am alone in that white garden-- 13086|I know that in the heart of it 13086|Even I have a God to love 13086|And I have a little God to love, 13086|And no other God than this. 13086|And when that little garden 13086|Grew in the dark to me, 13086|How could I rest, except that there it grew 13086|As a garden that was ours! 13086|I dream that all these years I sleep, 13086|I dream that I behold 13086|This garden through a veil of cloud. 13086|And I, a little dreamer, look 13086|On all these years I sleep. 13086|And I am as the flower that grows. 13086|There are no eyes in a blind man's eyes. 13086|The night is growing old, and the shadows fall. 13086|I sit and think on the things that are to be. 13086|The garden begins again that I may see. 13086|The little birds are gone. 13086|And, in the empty air, I hear 13086|An old wind sighing. 13086|'Tis long last February-- 13086|It is the time of life 13086|When our hearts and our thoughts are most free. 13086|With love for the old year 13086|And thought for the new, 13086|I walk through the dim twilight ways. 13086|The flowers that grew before 13086|I saw once more. 13086|And all these years we two have been. 13086|Oh, we are as the old year 13086|And all these years we two are one. 13086|And what are the memories that throng 13086|Thee, with the dreams I remember? 13086|I had a little maid, 13086|Her name was Clara. 13086|And many little things 13086|Were strange to me. 13086|I could not understand ======================================== SAMPLE 9800 ======================================== 1008|That we had of our eyes both been deprived, 1008|At random which some patron or other 1008|Had left empty to our blindness, ray 1008|Distinguish'd from the sun, that as the moon 1008|Sheds on the sea her lustre, so our orb 1008|Shine through having only eyes on earth. 1008|And first, if in the ascent we sped 1008|Down to the nethermost abyss, we had 1008|Descended but a single step, ere morn 1008|Had shown her forth. But roll'd amain 1008|The hill a round, the round was broken on 1008|Far as the eye could see; and deep within 1008|We now beheld water flowing, far as sight 1008|Can unto us reveal, wherein the love 1008|Of those immortal letters, duly fill'd, 1008|The power of understanding no more 1008|Is giv'n to them, than a blind man's to know 1008|If some great eyes be. And as the sage 1008|Where he his practice set apart for us, 1008|Whereby he may best discern the truth, 1008|Whereby he may best contend for it most, 1008|In the first circles, where such wonders are, 1008|And see conflict 'twixt a false opinion 1008|And true belief, yet keep calm, so I 1008|Set by these numbers, that the depth of Hell 1008|May opine, and none advance who will comb 1008|The mist of mystery. Forth I issued 1008|From the first circle, where I saw the bolts 1008|Pendent on th' other side. My sight then wak'd 1008|Circling round, and I beheld a tower, 1008|That on its summit and its descent did move 1008|Station themselves, as sail sets out for storm. 1008|Before it, as a shelter, overawed 1008|A multitude, who were in halt or standing 1008|Watch'd by the bolt. "Why place you here, ye who 1008|To the first high God were antecedents tender?" 1008|To whom our Saviour, be not misled, replied; 1008|"Methinks I think, forsooth, of many hearts 1008|Having towards me such regard, that they commend 1008|This place of rest, where I am shelter'd safe." 1008|And I to him, "What warder is 1008|Within these walls, but with your holy book 1008|Have you identifed me, who am shy of soul?" 1008|"When thou didst walk all stooping to be spreed 1008|By him who guards our life, over the middle 1008|Thy scope was narrow; but now thou hast surmount'd 1008|It, so that thy goal is arrive'd at. His is the fold 1008|Which from the middle downwards rolls, and centrems 1008|All, or in part, the various commands of God. 1008|I was descriving on the valley floor 1008|When I descried a multitude that stood 1008|In cleft stones together. On the opposite edge 1008|There were all running towards it, as a flock 1008|Making thereto a pavement. Four hands, that twain 1008|Clos'd them, held thus together:" and I 1008|Beheld a thousand perfet images, 1008|That seem'd maugre their Maker, and from them 1008|As smoke did stream. Sudden I perceived to feel 1008|My feet receding, and to view themastely 1008|Those things reinvented. "Yet they lead not on," 1008|The Teacher said, "but hold their own, continuing 1008|They seem'd not so much to change as they seem'd made 1008|By copying likenesses of the originals." 1008|So we a space of space have traveled: now come 1008|To the fifth stanza, that doth make us painfully 1008|And with difficulty to endure the change. 1008|As in a sounding oar the mists discontinuous 1008|Draw nigh to the rostra, ======================================== SAMPLE 9810 ======================================== A little, little bird sings 2732|A little, little bird sings; 2732|O little, little bird, that sings so sweet, 2732|That I would so love you, I'm sure I could do, 2732|As well as I love my dear love and my queen. 2732|A little, little boat sings 2732|A little, little boat sings; 2732|O little, little boat, I know you don't sing 2732|So sweetly as a little, little bird could, 2732|But O, you sang to me when darling was nigh, 2732|And I love my love with all my soul alone. 2732|O little, little blossom that comes to peep 2732|O, you that are so rosy, and that I adore, 2732|O little, little star I love so true, 2732|I'd live in your little glass, and serve you for tea! 2732|As sweet and fair as the birds and the blossoms are, 2732|As fresh and fair as the waters, as white and bright, 2732|As the sun is bright and the dew is so light and dew, 2732|As sweet and fair as the blossoms are, O darling! 2732|As white and clear as that blue sky to the eye, 2732|And clear as air when the sun and showers are over, 2732|As white as dew, of a crystal crystal clear, 2732|And perfect as all might believe to be so. 2732|Ah, there's no loss in a rose-cheek, O! 2732|And no loss in a rose-knee; 2732|A rose-tip and rose-sweet are, I ween; 2732|A rose-lip is sweet as the dew on the eye, 2732|And both together are good for the heart. 2732|For a rose-cheek is a sign of respect, 2732|A rose-nail or rose-tip is a sign of shame, 2732|A rose-letter is a good-will to a girl, 2732|One would think a rose-tip might think, to be so 2732|And so so, dear! O, love! 2732|A rose-letter is but the tip, 2732|A rose-lip is only a sign; 2732|A rose-letter is love and not shame! 2732|But the good, kind rose-letter is plain, 2732|And all sweetly and cleanly to be found 2732|In a silver letter to be sure. 2732|Then away with the rose-tints of yore! 2732|A rose-nicotine is not only the sign 2732|Of a rose-nicotine; a rose-lip is only a sign 2732|Of respect, and not so much of ill. 2732|When she sits all the day, so goodly and fair, 2732|And her mouth is as full of a kiss o' dew 2732|As the rose-tree in the meadow, what can her mind 2732|Against a kiss o' dew do? What can her mind withstand 2732|When her mouth takes a kiss and her bosom's glad 2732|'Gainst the kiss o' dew? 2732|Then, away with all the kisses that be; 2732|A kiss o' dew on her mouth if so be she please, 2732|And her bosom's glad when her kiss goes thro' and thro' 2732|'Gainst the lips of her. 2732|When you've kissed her a thousand times 'ith a hair, 2732|And she's kissed you a thousand times 'ith a kiss more, 2732|If she kiss you again and yet again you meet, 2732|Think you then you've satisfied her? No, you're a skelp! 2732|How can a man satisfy a kiss o' dew on the cheek? 2732|O, away with all the kisses and kisses o' dew! 2732|I love the lady that is fair and the lady that is smart. 2732|The lady that is white and the lady that is red, 2732|I love the lady that's fair and the lady that's smart. 2732|As for the lady yonder fair and the lady that's red, 2732|I love but to see her kiss me in spite of myself. 2732| ======================================== SAMPLE 9820 ======================================== 13646|Whose head is like a rosy ball, 13646|And whose foot is a round apple pie; 13646|Who lives on honey, and who drinks strong cheer, 13646|Until his arms and legs will ache so sore, 13646|He must go out without his bonnet blue. 13646|Whose legs are so long, and whose arms are so broad, 13646|That he cannot even get into the race; 13646|Who has got a bird, and eats but little bread, 13646|Who is happy in his own native sky. 13646|Who builds, from straw, his house, and builds it right; 13646|Who walks with quietest step, and eats but cake. 13646|Who never has been out, and ne'er intends to go; 13646|Who never has been ill, and ne'er expects to rot. 13646|For that is the length of time that he must know 13646|What grief to others is understood by "Coo." 13646|And, when tired, he sits down, and keeps his head 13646|Against the windows of the world, and dreams 13646|That his next turn will be Lord of all that's. 13646|And when all is over, and he must die, 13646|He whistles hoarsely, and is heard without door, 13646|And when that is all, he turns his face from dust, 13646|And so does Dr. Parnassus College. 13646|When my Lady said "I love you," what did she do? 13646|She ate the flowers in the sweet basil tree. 13646|The flowers, because it is their custom not to spring 13646|But to let men feed, and flowers are fed, they do. 13646|And when men see, in this life, so many sweet things, 13646|Wherein it is beautiful to keep in bloom, 13646|And yet grow nothing, as one thinks of but the flowers, 13646|They take delight in thinking of their death, 13646|And what they have not, and look for, wish and crave. 13646|The ancient poet tells us that our hearts were good, 13646|And would have smiled at all his prayers, were it not 13646|For the care that is put in keeping our days sweet. 13646|You may say my Lady smiles not, because 13646|She has not been in a long while, and that 13646|Is all she has been, being now about to die. 13646|And, to be sure, is none of your concern, 13646|When people have such tenderness, not long 13646|Since they feel that they must weep, and when, 13646|And knowing not what they are looking for, 13646|They ask "Are flowers only flowers?" and then 13646|Are led, and then are led, away to seek 13646|For weeds of sorrow, and, being led, are led, 13646|And thus have so many a sad day gone by. 13646|And, being sick, I must be, in the end, 13646|A beggarly creature, and must die, I must! 13646|Yes, Lady, I must die; and the good 13646|And liberal grace with which you lived your life 13646|Is something that no tears can render mine. 13646|I feel no more the love that you did know; 13646|I am no more the lady you knew, 13646|The friend you used to call in past days. 13646|Forgetful of yourself, I am now 13646|The beggarly creature that you knew! 13646|My thoughts now wander in a land unknown, 13646|Where never is, nor shall be, remembrance; 13646|Where Time shall sweep me with his wings of gold, 13646|And no one look on me, save God! 13646|The evening star is peering through the mist 13646|To tell me that my Lady is not there. 13646|Oh, never shall I forget the day 13646|My Lady went away from me; 13646|For that sweet night I watched beside her door 13646|(I know I should be happy with her hair!). 13646|I wish I could put her image back again, 13646|Like water in a mirror, to make me happy, 13646|And be the lady I have never been! 13646|The sun is lost 13646 ======================================== SAMPLE 9830 ======================================== 5185|Thinking, "Hence he brings his curse to me! 5185|All my life long I shall never 5185|Eat the bread of honor and glory, 5185|Eat the fair foods of Bunaresra, 5185|Eat the food of hermits and prophets, 5185|Eat of food of good Creator!" 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola, 5185|This the language of the hostess: 5185|"Truly great is my magic, 5185|Thousand at one word; thou canst travel 5185|On thy magic feet for many, 5185|O'er thy magic journeyings, serfs! 5185|Cuts of deer and bear, and antelope, 5185|Hunt the best of woodlands in Northland, 5185|Slay the wild-goose of Sariola, 5185|That I may enrich me with meat-offerings 5185|Give my lambs unto Sinabuh, 5185|Which shall pair and multiply again." 5185|Quick the hostess of Pohyola 5185|Cuts the meat of ancient heroes, 5185|Cuts in many objects larger, 5185|Tiny loaves of many kinds, 5185|For the hungry Shadow-hostess, 5185|For the hostess of Lapland. 5185|Then she brings her loaves of meat-meat, 5185|Quickly brings her choicest-eating, 5185|Takes from her shelf six baskets, 5185|Seven chests with treasure-cicles, 5185|That she may provide her guests 5185|With the Meew child's milk and drink. 5185|To her knees nine times she bends her 5185|Over the basket-bars she bends her, 5185|Throws the branches of the birch-tree, 5185|Twists three tapestry-work masts together, 5185|Hubs them round with pike-flax bands, 5185|From the chest of gold and copper, 5185|From the hiding-place of iron; 5185|Thieves all her Meew child's milk-pails 5185|From the milk-barks of the Mountains. 5185|Now with care the milk-hostess 5185|Throws the milk-juice from the birch-tree, 5185|Throws the water-juice from Pohya, 5185|Throws the salt-juice from the pine-trees; 5185|Thinks that this is magic milk-beer, 5185|Thinks that ever leads to happiness; 5185|Drink she in the eyes of children, 5185|Drink she in the ears of maidens, 5185|In the ears of mothers fainting, 5185|In the children crawling, moaning, 5185|In the mothers weeping, wailing, 5185|In the young men sunk in heart-ache, 5185|In their wisdom-trances lacking, 5185|In their thirst for knowledge-stories. 5185|In the great of age and middle, 5185|In the youth and maidens fainting 5185|In the maidens' faces weeping, 5185|In the youth's babbling faintsings, 5185|In the mothers' bosoms sighing, 5185|In the children's delights fading, 5185|In the great of years pondering: 5185|"Is this magic milk-beer good, 5185|Brewed from the brewed milk-juice? 5185|Thou art but as a child, drinking 5185|Sacred brewings from the barrel, 5185|Giving good things to thy brother; 5185|Goodliness and virtue only 5185|Are the brewings of thy brother." 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola: 5185|"Magicians often come to me 5185|To contract their hair of silver; 5185|Brewers only drink from goblets, 5185|Give the brewings to thy brother; 5185|He will ring brewings to thy door-posts, 5185|Tell thee their cures and cures for thee." 5185|Whereupon the beer-creator 5185|Hastened forward, forward, swiftly, 5185|Thrice backwards thrice he hastened, 5185|Through the court-yards moving, pounding 5185|On the barrels, drums, ======================================== SAMPLE 9840 ======================================== 2294|The winds are whispering of the flowers, 2294|The bees are happy and heedless 2294|Of the things the people say. 2294|To-day to-morrow 2294|Will be all too short--the flowers 2294|Are not like to wither without pain, 2294|And love is so strong in them! 2294|Come, then, your tears for us, lovers, 2294|Your prayers for us, the people, 2294|Who wait for us with longings 2294|For the love we dream. 2294|The moon is shining and silent 2294|Above the mountain garden, 2294|The light waves and the shadows-- 2294|It is one with death! 2294|The old moon's in the sunset, 2294|And the sunset's in the valley, 2294|The old moon's like the valley 2294|Where one meets love's face. 2294|The old moon's in the sunset 2294|Where in peace there is no longing 2294|So great that the end's afar; 2294|It is one with death! 2294|The old moon is in the sunset 2294|And the light is like a song, 2294|The moon's as silver as silver 2294|For one to sing on her lips, 2294|And the light is a song like love 2294|That leaves all things well! 2294|The old moon's in the sunset 2294|And the light is a blessing 2294|For a world to think so good 2294|Of, and of that God's will! 2294|But a God who loves and forsakes 2294|Does not love the dark nor burn 2294|As one in faith's dark twilight 2294|Who fain would leave the earth so fair. 2294|It is one in faith's darkness 2294|Who does love the light so well 2294|That one, when the light's out, 2294|Cannot think of the earth at all! 2294|When the white wind of April 2294|Lights the garden to April's blue, 2294|And there's a fragrance in the air 2294|That moves a rose to love. 2294|What matter if the rose is dead 2294|If it has borne the fragrance, 2294|And still the rose is living 2294|The night before I die! 2294|I wonder if the dew 2294|Is gold that is sweet 2294|For you who come again 2294|When earth is turned to gold, 2294|And all the roses blow, 2294|And all the night-scented bees 2294|Bring balm for your soul; 2294|If it is, dear, for me, 2294|I shall not care, I swear, 2294|If all the flowers 2294|Are gossamer that winds 2294|In the spring at dawn. 2294|When the rose is dead 2294|The night is over everything, 2294|And only the sun makes sweet, 2294|And only the moon is fair 2294|Who dwells in the stars of day-- 2294|With their breath of stars and rays, 2294|For ever and ever! 2294|A song that is dead 2294|Is no song at all, 2294|Only a dream, 2294|No more of thee. 2294|A song that is dead 2294|Is not worth while. 2294|It lies upon 2294|A cup of gold 2294|Where tears have dimmed 2294|The crystal rim. 2294|The song that is dead. 2294|Oh, my love is sleeping, 2294|The moon is on her hair, 2294|And the wind is warm in the garden, 2294|And the stars shine in the starlight 2294|In a room where only the moon 2294|Is shining and night is here. 2294|"I would that I might lie like thee, 2294|And hear the stars say 'Yes': 2294|I would that I might lie as near, 2294|And drink in every breath, 2294|Sunk in the gold that is life, 2294|That makes everything be." 2294|He is not the dead, my love 2294|That lies upon the bed; 2294|The night is cold under the stars ======================================== SAMPLE 9850 ======================================== 18500|I will gie him a wee, I wadna gie him a he' 18500|Tune--"_The laird o' Dunffart._" 18500|My bonnie, bonnie owre the fauld, 18500|My ain countrie countrie; 18500|My ain countrie countrie, 18500|The warld's at an end. 18500|Farewell to my ain countrie, 18500|My ain countrie, my native place, 18500|My native countrie, 18500|My bonnie, bonnie, owre the fauld! 18500|My bonnie, bonnie, owre the fald! 18500|The warld's at an end. 18500|Tune--"_Let her walk about._" 18500|The king of Scots hath overthrown us; 18500|He hath overthrown our power; 18500|And so what will he do 18500|But to turn back into France and Spain? 18500|We are his subjects still, 18500|He does not yet retrench us: 18500|And, though the crown be on his head, 18500|The haughty lord of Dee 18500|Must still be a stranger to his land. 18500|He has armed ourselves, and we remain, 18500|He must keep us in awe: 18500|For his self-devotion, 18500|And his true faith, Scotland hath not seen. 18500|His self-devotion, 18500|And his true faith, Scotland hath not seen. 18500|Tune--"_The mither o' Glen Coeur._" 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|But I love her in yon green burnie well; 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|But I love her in yon green burnie well; 18500|She has charm'd me and she has charm'd all that know, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|And the charm of my lassie, is faith, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|For it's yon burn-side tree she lives, 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|There's ne'er a man in all Scotland but I, 18500|But I love her in yon burn-side tree; 18500|We have charm'd her and we have charm'd all that know, 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best; 18500|And this love we bear thee, 18500|To love thee wi' all our might, 18500|She's loe over the burnside well 18500|That lo'es na her lo'e less. 18500|And my love is the lassie we lo'e best, 18500|That lo'es na her lo'e less. 18500|Tune--"_Owre Scotland's baron._" 18500|Tune--"_That's not the way to prove mair._" 18500|For Scotland's sake, fair lassie, be not woe, 18500|For a' the woes that on me fell have shed; 18500|Though life in misery's close bosom lies, 18500|Yet I'll be true to thee and the charge I plight. 18500|To Scotland's sake, fair lassie, be not woe, 18500|For a' the woes that on me fell have shed; 18500|Though life in misery's close bosom lies, 18500|Yet I'll be true to thee and the charge I plight. 18500|There's nane is like to thee, dear Margaret; 18500|In youth, was beauty's summer star; 18500|The softest voice, the softest hue, 18500|The softest beauty ever beamed. 18500|As she to me her secrets told, 18500|Sweet was the vision, in and out, 18500|And still through every ecstasy it lay: 18500|But sweetest of all to a sleeping queen, 18500|That ======================================== SAMPLE 9860 ======================================== May she ever rest 24869|Her heart within her breast.” 24869|Canto XXXII. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXXIII. Sítá’s Haughty Face. 24869|Canto XXXIV. Sítá’s Disdain. 24869|Canto XXXV. Sítá’s Wrath. 24869|Canto XXXVI. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXXVII. Sítá’s Tears. 24869|Canto XXXVIII. Sítá’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXXIX. The Sítá Consecrated. 24869|Canto XL. Sugríva’s Reply. 24869|Canto XLI. Sítá’s Reply. 24869|Canto XLII. Angad’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLIII. Lanká Remembered. 24869|Canto XLIV. Angad’s Departure. 24869|Canto XLV. Angad’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLVI. The Captains Departed. 24869|Canto XLVII. Vibhámir’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLVIII. Angad’s Lament. 24869|Canto XLIX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto LX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXX. The Captains’ Reply. 24869|Canto LXXI. Hanumán’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXXII. Hanumán’s Reply. 24869|Canto LXXIII. Hanumán Departed. 24869|Canto LXXIV. Viśvámitra’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXXV. Triśanku’s Lament. 24869|Canto LXXVI. Hanumán Destroyed. 24869|Canto LXXVII. Hanumán’s Return. 24869|Canto LXXVIII. Hanumán’s Hermitage. 24869|Canto I. Hanumán’s Lament. 24869|Canto II. Saramá’s Lament. 24869|Canto III. Válmíki’s Lament. 24869|Canto IV. Sugríva’s Lament. 24869|Canto VI. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto VII. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto VIII. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto IX. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Canto XII. Lakshman’s Lament. 24869|Canto XIII. Lakshman’s Departure. 24869|Canto XIV. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XV. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XVI. Hanumán Deprived. 24869|Canto XVII. Hanumája Destroyed. 24869|Canto XVIII. Lanká Lost. 24869|Canto XIX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXI. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXII. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXIII. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXIV. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXV. Rávan’s Revenge. 24869|Canto XXVI. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXVII. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|Canto XXVIII. Hanumán’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki’s Story. 24869|Válmíki� ======================================== SAMPLE 9870 ======================================== 8672|It is so hard to say 8672|I love you! 8672|"But I love you," too, 8672|"I dare not tell 8672|Or tell in words alone 8672|How sweet you are to me. 8672|"Oh, do not let 8672|Or do I speak 8672|The heart within 8672|Be sick and turn 8672|Against your eyes and kisses, 8672|"My kisses--how dear they are! 8672|They leave a lisping trace 8672|Upon your mouth they leave, 8672|And on your lips they hide 8672|The sweets they seek to taste. 8672|"No words to tell you 8672|My passion, or describe 8672|Your beauty can compare 8672|With hers, which you wear. 8672|I love you 8672|Too true to tell, 8672|So love you well," 8672|The sweet little kitten 8672|That's lying on the hearth side 8672|Is begging for your love, 8672|My one very sweet thing, 8672|The poor little kittens 8672|Are hungry, they need your kisses, 8672|Your kisses to feed, 8672|My dear little kittens, 8672|And if you can but look 8672|In their brown eyes, 8672|We'll live, and I'll look 8672|In their brown eyes to know 8672|Your little heart is mine, 8672|And if you can but kiss 8672|My one sweet pet, 8672|We'll sleep on the hearth-stone, 8672|We fancies, if you will, 8672|My loving pet. 8672|When I am grown untried 8672|There is no fear, 8672|As it were no future, 8672|No thought for me, 8672|I must accept the past, 8672|And put away 8672|The dream that had no being. 8672|The world is still the same-- 8672|The wind may blow, 8672|The birds may sing, the flowers smile; 8672|It's nothing new. 8672|I have lived on so long 8672|So many friends 8672|Have come to my door; 8672|The world seems new and fair 8672|To me, this summer's eve-- 8672|My heart is bursting with delight 8672|And my soul's in the air, 8672|My love comes home, my love comes home, 8672|My dear is in the land. 8672|Her hair is golden gold, 8672|She has a heart of pearl, 8672|She's very, very dear. 8672|Her eyes, she knows how true, 8672|Can look in them for ever; 8672|Her heart is all her own, 8672|Where never a care goes free. 8672|My love is like to be 8672|The darling of the whole, 8672|And with a kiss of gold 8672|Her little heart will sing. 8672|I will lie on my pillow out in the cold, 8672|And cry and try to think, 8672|And wish that I might hide in the darkness there 8672|Until the dawn of day. 8672|The flowers are in a bed of fur, 8672|In a corner of the hay, 8672|And the birds sit singing on the berries, 8672|And the birdies go by. 8672|I have watched them ever since their feathers were furred, 8672|I'll watch them till the moon shall break; 8672|And I'll say to the birds on the berries, 8672|"You shall lie out in the hay"; 8672|They will answer, "Oh, yes, I will hide out in the hay"; 8672|And answer, "Good day to you." 8672|My darling is a very naughty child, 8672|And I have seen her cry, 8672|When wind and snare and a-whispering took place 8672|In the wild woodlands of Maine. 8672|She has played with a thousand things, 8672|But never loved a thing quite so; 8672|And now in her home she sits lonely there, 8672|And crying and a-mumming. 8672|I will make the wild ======================================== SAMPLE 9880 ======================================== 1358|For a great day of sun and sea! 1358|I cannot think of this much, 1358|But all things must have something new. 1358|But the old sea, and the old sun, 1358|I have none; but I must wake, and take 1358|My gun and see the world through. 1358|O that I could have the old sea! 1358|O that I might glide with the old sun! 1358|O that we two might take to sea! 1358|Then, when the sea is all alive 1358|And the earth is born upon its breast, 1358|And all the waters are a-swimming, 1358|I shall leave my little house of clay, 1358|And pass the world like a breath across: 1358|Then all its dusty halls shall be wet, 1358|And the sun be set upon Olympus. 1358|O that the sea should spread so wide 1358|And I should sail upon its waves: 1358|O that its deeps should be like mine, 1358|And that I should sink so deep in them! 1358|The World began yesterday; 1358|Here there is nothing new: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar 1358|And the moon is as big a peach. 1358|But what matters the moon and the sun, 1358|The moon and the sun are white 1358|And the new moon has eyes that are blue. 1358|The World began yesterday; 1358|Nothing changes under the sun: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar 1358|And the world is going quite as fast. 1358|But how do you know the World began? 1358|Only you know it began. 1358|I saw a horse in the meadow, 1358|I heard a dog in the street, 1358|And a woman's foot on the marble pavement, 1358|A dog's in the window, a man's on the hill, 1358|A woman's mouth and a dog's in the lane. 1358|I could not tell which I fancied most-- 1358|The meadow, the dog, the horse, the lady's frown, 1358|Or the lady's kiss in the dog's good-natured mouth, 1358|Or the meadow, the dog, the lady's smile. 1358|The World began yesterday, 1358|And nothing changes under the sun: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar 1358|And the world is going quite as fast. 1358|I saw a boat go out to sea, 1358|I heard a bell toll three, 1358|And the eyes of all on the quay were blue, 1358|For they all came back ashore. 1358|I have watched the quay's wave, 1358|The bends of the quay, 1358|And the water of the river of blood, 1358|And all that is done in the city of God-- 1358|But it's easy to be human still, 1358|They came from the City of the Sea 1358|With their boats; 1358|Their boats were made to float across the foam, 1358|Their bows hang over the bows, 1358|And their masts are made of coral, you know, 1358|And a man may sail on them. 1358|What is done in the City of the Sea 1358|May not be undone in the World. 1358|And the bell of the boats, toll three, 1358|Is hung on the quay as a symbol to preach 1358|To the souls in the World. 1358|The World began yesterday, 1358|Nothing changes under the sun: 1358|A penny goes like a dollar, 1358|And the World is going quite as fast._ 1358|I saw the world in its nakedness, 1358|Not in its clothing, and it was good; 1358|I saw the world as it seemed to me 1358|Before the splendour of its display 1358|Had touched me with its splendour. 1358|The air was all in a rosier state, 1358|It buzzed about its little nests like bees, 1358|Scattered its little clouds as light o'erhead, 1358|And seemed to be pleased to die. 1358|With the sun upon his back and the blue above, 1358| ======================================== SAMPLE 9890 ======================================== 1304|Or the bright moon that seems at eve; 1304|Or the wind in flowery woods 1304|Murmuring like the heart of spring; 1304|Or the long, white lashes of the moon; 1304|Or a song that sounds like words 1304|Whose melody is sweet, 1304|Or the sea and the stars that meet; 1304|Or a song that feels like tears, 1304|Or a song that like a prayer sounds; 1304|Or 'Tis ever the same to me: 1304|I am lonely as a robin lost 1304|On the roof by the green bank's side. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the moon is drinking in the foam, 1304|Whispering to the moon that looks on, 1304|Whispering to her, whispering "Sleep." 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the stars are drinking in the blue: 1304|"Come to us, come to us, come;" 1304|But my soul that should go home to thee 1304|Can find her way to no one now. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And an angel looks from the sky: 1304|But the angel is a dreamer's fool, 1304|And leaves me with a broken heart. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the world is crying out for me: 1304|"O my heart, be sadly for her sake, 1304|And send her back to me to-night!" 1304|And the moon looks down and is glad 1304|For the voice that calls on her to-night, 1304|For the voice that makes her seem so fair 1304|Is calling from the window-ledge. 1304|I am wandering like a lover, 1304|And the stars and the trees are dreaming too: 1304|"O my heart, send her back to me to-night," 1304|Whispers the breeze from the poplar tree. 1304|But my soul that should flee home to thee 1304|Is in the world to-night alone. 1304|I have found her,--I have found her, 1304|Where all lonely as a brook 1304|In mid summer it wanders 1304|Wan as a wandering fay, 1304|When, after rain, its waters 1304|Cease to murmur and mumble; 1304|But like a poet faint 1304|Of some lone song he sings 1304|Of Love he has lost, it seems, 1304|O'er all the wide world o'er: 1304|Where the windy valleys rise, 1304|Wrought with gold, and the green hills, 1304|In the sunset like stars sway: 1304|Where the wild woods grow, dark-grown: 1304|Withered leaves, and the cradling rills, 1304|Like a child he clambers: 1304|Where the wide, wide world endeth, 1304|Lakes, and forests, and the sea; 1304|Where are the glad singing birds, 1304|That are gathered in their mirth? 1304|Where are the gleaming paths that wind 1304|All the world, like a dream, 1304|And the sun as a lamp burning? 1304|All the world like a sea 1304|Marks the sun, as the soul leaps 1304|Out of the waters, bright-- 1304|Love and Death a mirror side by side:-- 1304|But this sea the mirrors are o'er; 1304|And the light is dying--dying 1304|O'er the vast world--not in mine own heart. 1304|Come away! it is the fair 1304|For spring, for joy of the Spring; 1304|Come away! we must be alone, 1304|All the birds and all the flowers; 1304|All the dreams are flown and forgot, 1304|All the hopes are died and done: 1304|Come away! 1304|Tiny, lowly thing, I mark 1304|Your gentle eyes have grown so bright 1304|Over these winter nights, so white; 1304|I mark you, dear, when the day is done, 1304|And the pale moon through the snow-white trees 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 9900 ======================================== 5185|On the topmost birch-tree's summit, 5185|By the lake's clear water's surface, 5185|There to learn the origin of 5185|Firmamental magic from him; 5185|From the powers of ancestral wisdom; 5185|From the magic of the heaven. 5185|Thus was Kullervo taught the origin 5185|Of the magic of the heavenly 5185|Words and actions of his mother. 5185|Magic names the little hero 5185|Took from the great spirit of the ocean; 5185|Took from him the origin 5185|Of his magic spells and powers uplifting, 5185|Sets at mercy now his magic powers 5185|In the service of the Northland; 5185|That is where his liegeman, Tuoni, 5185|First taught his lessons of enchanter, 5185|Learned his spells of power and horror, 5185|Taught his host of evil spirits. 5185|Magic names the little hero 5185|Took from the great spirit of the ocean, 5185|Took from him the magic spells relating, 5185|Binds at mercy now his magic powers 5185|In the service of Manala. 5185|Kullerwoinen, full of joyance, 5185|Filled his mind with songs of mystery, 5185|Took from him the source of magic, 5185|Songs of sorrow, songs of magic, 5185|Songs of loss, and songs of promised gladness, 5185|Songs of long-suffering, faithfulness, 5185|Songs of valiant deeds and praises, 5185|Songs of magic power and wonders. 5185|Quick he filled his mind with songs of sorrow, 5185|Songs of hopeless hopeless hopeless longing, 5185|Songs of hopeless love and bitterness, 5185|Songs of pain and helpless hopeless weeping, 5185|Songs of bitterness and pain extreme, 5185|Songs of bitterness to madness adder, 5185|To the fangs of hell the head of serpents, 5185|To devour the soul of nar+mus+ki, 5185|To become immortal in doom+netzer. 5185|Kullerwoinen, full of sadness, 5185|Quickly now prepares his vessel, 5185|Plans a voyage through the[S]maior, 5185|Plans a long one through the[Stan]. 5185|Sorrow and distress repulse, 5185|Killed be-his-wall-abyss, Sato, 5185|In the river of Tuoni, 5185|On the headland of Manala, 5185|Quickly rose a storm of water, 5185|Swollen the mighty stream of murder, 5185|Swallowed all the whiteness from his figures, 5185|Drove him to the dreaded dread Kalma, 5185|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5185|To the land of evil demons, 5185|To the land of the [Sika-stones]. 5185|Kullerwoinen, kindly voyageur, 5185|Quickly hoists his navigational reins, 5185|Drives his ship in right direction, 5185|Lifts his hat in greeting to the moon, 5185|To the sun, and bids them loiter, 5185|Lift it forward one and all directions, 5185|Tries to find the home of cursed witchcraft. 5185|He has learned the spells of this evil, 5185|But the spells are incomplete, 5185|And the youth is filled with trouble, 5185|And he cannot find the cursed one 5185|In the region of Pohyola. 5185|Kullerwoinen, kindly voyager, 5185|Drives his ship nigh two days farther, 5185|To the flaming stream of Kalma, 5185|To the realm of the supreme magicians, 5185|To the realm of wicked witch-doctors; 5185|Finds the cursed one, Kalervo, 5185|Kullerwoinen's youngest brother; 5185|Seizes him in his broadsword, 5185|Knife his tresses short and ornate, 5185|Knife his girdle from the under garments, 5185|Firmly bites the grisly monster, 5185|Till he dies of ======================================== SAMPLE 9910 ======================================== 1040|If it be so, and of his own volition 1040|That gave him freedom, was so free to leave us, 1040|Though he so loved us of his own free will. 1040|Who said that God himself would have us part 1040|From him if we divorced ourselves from him? 1040|If he but loved us once, he would have shown us, 1040|But that we all knew that he had become 1040|A god for our delight, to whom we chose 1040|All that we could of love. If we knew his death, 1040|If we should feel the heart-strings tremble in us 1040|Because of the soft promise which he made, 1040|If the great end were ours of our heart's freedom, 1040|How would we have been more than our dear Lord? 1040|The old love was like a fire that went out. 1040|He could have brought it back in its beauty 1040|But he would not. And the new love was dead. 1040|We could have loved it when it loved us first. 1040|We could have loved it when its memory 1040|And its love went out of us. It must go now. 1040|I said this while the sunset shone upon 1040|His picture; and you saw what I was saying. 1040|When I looked at it, I saw I had seen truth. 1040|The painting that I saw was as untrue 1040|As a dream that goes on being painted. 1040|I saw beyond the painted face. The face 1040|That had my whole life, except a fragment 1040|Of memory, held, and held it of the painter 1040|To whom I pointed, and no one knew. 1040|He painted, and no one knew if he was false. 1040|This is the answer you can make to me: 1040|We were not all like him. We could not see 1040|The things we saw. But we could see the cause 1040|Of the whole world's suffering. We had seen the reason 1040|How we suffer. The more we suffer, the more 1040|Is left of hope to be the conqueror 1040|To more of all this suffering. But, be sure, 1040|The pain we suffer is the cause of pain, 1040|And the whole world's suffering is the cause of pain 1040|In us and our little lives. There is no good 1040|In suffering. There is none to be gained 1040|By suffering. If the cause of suffering were 1040|The cause be granted it would never end. 1040|But our cause is the reason we suffer, 1040|And we suffer for it. The great sun, 1040|That is the great red sun, that is the whole world's pain, 1040|Was but a little candle to our grief; 1040|And we lit it in the darkness of our hearts -- 1040|For it is darkness that is darkness, that we suffer 1040|For. All the world would be a darkness 1040|If we did not suffer. There are some 1040|We must have heard of in the old times, and have known them 1040|Through their own suffering, -- there are some 1040|Who have the secret of God's secret 1040|In their dark lives -- there are some 1040|Whose eyes are stars in the nights of life; 1040|We have known them even in our grief. 1040|There are many voices to which your eyes 1040|Are not a friend. If you are listening, they 1040|Are only your own heart's secret, 1040|Your heart's dark secret, and the only one 1040|That you can trust to be a friend of yours, 1040|And to let you hear the things that you must never 1040|rejoice in hearing. 1040|Your dear heart. 1040|You had your heart when you were here, 1040|And it would only have been a brother once, 1040|And only for a little while. 1040|But it has ceased to be a brother now 1040|So that it must be feared, to let you hear 1040|The terrible voice that made it sound so false. 1040|We do not love you for the old way of life 1040|You had before you ======================================== SAMPLE 9920 ======================================== 13118|Is all that makes a living,-- 13118|Or else is no living; 13118|Not to me come the birds 13118|That sing on the summer grass 13118|Or in the sunshine. 13118|And where shall the child seek for his bread 13118|Till he is old and lean, 13118|Or where the child's arm will not be tossed 13118|Where the sunburnt girl lies flat 13118|Beneath the golden corn? 13118|I have never seen the boy grow 13118|But I know of a boy 13118|Who is grown himself, with the hand 13118|Of a mother to his brow. 13118|I know of a boy grown and grown 13118|With the strength of a hundred men. 13118|But the boy I have seen grow 13118|Has no mother's breast to his heart. 13118|"My own dear boy!" 13118|My own dear boy, your mother's child. 13118|He who is the flower of your life 13118|As a child you will not forget: 13118|He will go, through all your years, 13118|Where the sun will burn 13118|As it burns for a hundred years ago. 13118|Where have you been, my own? 13118|"Where have you been? 13118|"With the people, the people, 13118|And with beasts and birds? 13118|"And what was it I said 13118|When I came back 13118|After years? 13118|"That I had been sick all day, 13118|In the cities and work, 13118|"And dreamed that I had been sick 13118|Away in Europe, 13118|The city of Stambouillet, 13118|"Where the old street, 13118|By the bridges and the squares, 13118|"All is not well, I think, 13118|And far away, I think, 13118|"The hills where I was born, 13118|The mountains with bells, 13118|The clouds that cover the earth, 13118|The trees with tongues, 13118|"And the white road winds among them. 13118|"The people you see 13118|Beset me constantly, 13118|"As cattle in a herd." 13118|Yes. All are burdened by the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the longings of the 13118|And I think of her face, and in the eyes of her eyes, 13118|The eyes that shine, are not always clear and not always dear. 13118|And I think of the eyes and the face, and in the eyes I am so glad, 13118|Then the eyes will wink with tears. 13118|She has heard them, and the eyes will wane, 13118|And I will walk outside together, 13118|In a city that has no life to give; 13118|No life to live, and no death to fear. 13118|I am weary, and I will wander to a far land 13118|Where neither cares nor sorrow shall arise, 13118|Where there is a great light and a great voice of God, 13118|And the love of all men, as the light and the voice. 13118|Then I shall know the joy of all men once more, 13118|And the light's bright glory shall fade and grow 13118|To the sadness of my longings, and the wail 13118|Of every one of the mourners, for the sake of you. 13118|And it shall not be long before our souls shall meet, 13118|A little while, before we feel the light, 13118|And we shall be more than to each other known-- 13118|I have heard it said that no man can live his life 13118|In the world's sight, and that all it contains, 13118|All the sights and sounds, to which men turn their eyes, 13118|Are only shadows and forms of the Eternal Mind; 13118|And that, when Death has touched the dead, its secrets lie 13118|Far, far behind them, hidden from our feeble ken. 13118|What is that in the distance as you go along? 13118|An old barn burned to ashes, or a house in ashes? 13118|An old barn, burned ======================================== SAMPLE 9930 ======================================== 13650|To do the best I could 13650|And never ask for more! 13650|"Don't you know that every snow 13650|Has an origin 13650|In a cold delicious rain 13650|From a great white cloud?" 13650|"Oh, why, of course you do! 13650|I would know why the flowers 13650|"Do their very best to die, 13650|And what the reason is 13650|Why the cow's horn isn't 13650|Bottled liquor, no doubt!" 13650|"I am not an expert botanist," 13650|In reply to a stranger. 13650|"But I know more than you do, 13650|And I'll tell you, stranger," he said, 13650|"Five thousand years ago 13650|A strange kind of thing happened. 13650|"Over there there in the valley, 13650|There in the hollow, 13650|There from the stones and stones and moss, 13650|A flower, a simple flower 13650|Grew all round about. 13650|"And it was just as you have heard-- 13650|Sort of like the bloating cowslip, 13650|In that it had two petals, 13650|And one was rounded, and the other 13650|Was straight as a stick. 13650|"So it came up, you know, from that spot 13650|Where we have all been, 13650|And all the flowers that over there 13650|Come up in little briars; 13650|But it flourished as a rare flower 13650|In those dark, deep, and beautiful 13650|Wild, sweet, sunny, flower-land days 13650|When people all round us used to come 13650|To see what children we had. 13650|"So, as we have never been told, 13650|But that the blossom was begot 13650|By some strange kind of inter-breeding 13650|Of two common petals, 13650|Some strange kind of thing, 13650|"So to keep it out of the way, 13650|We'll leave the name to those who will, 13650|And simply call it flowers. 13650|"And that the blossom we will use 13650|In our Sunday songs, 13650|And that the name of this new flower, 13650|So please excuse the vulgar pun, 13650|We'll put it off till after you, 13650|Who may have seen a show, 13650|"You see, on that same day, you know, 13650|When people all round us came, 13650|This new wonder came along, 13650|This splendid flower of blossom, 13650|Into our little children's eyes, 13650|And all the children's hearts. 13650|"It sprang to life in every part 13650|Of the little flower, 13650|And they came with music and with song, 13650|Into their little children's ears, 13650|And with their pretty voices stirred 13650|The heart so quick and full. 13650|"And sometimes the children said, 13650|As this new flower came in sight, 13650|'Humph! Humph! Here comes another!' 13650|And so it was, not only true, 13650|But a fact, as I suppose; 13650|For the petals all seemed to say, 13650|'Let us not touch you, children dear, 13650|For we know that you are harmless, 13650|And that God has watched over us, 13650|"And when the children did grow bold, 13650|And found this new flower delicious, 13650|And put it in their hands to take, 13650|And eat of it as heretofore, 13650|The old habit they had got, 13650|Forgetting who had sent it them, 13650|They all began to feel strange; 13650|And no one ever did know why 13650|The old time seemed so long to them. 13650|"For they had always been all right 13650|Before, and now they were wrong; 13650|And that was not a fact they could doubt 13650|Excepting perhaps a small child, 13650|Whose head a-tick, and whose little face 13650|Was all smooth as his old grandfather's, 13650| ======================================== SAMPLE 9940 ======================================== 1287|The great, great sun. 1287|Heaven's King, and sovereign of the skies. 1287|He's a monarch too, who doth not heed 1287|A foe that rises and him lays low 1287|With his iron heel; 1287|To him it is, if he should make 1287|A conquest, he will never be 1287|The least displeased; 1287|That's his great dream, 1287|And I, a pilgrim on a quest, 1287|Will linger, and, at the last, the 1287|Deserted plain 1287|Will be my home. 1287|I love, I love, I love, oh, I do love! 1287|As the bright, bright sun, o'erhung with gold. 1287|The long-drawn, long-drawn nights I love, 1287|The dear, dear nights! 1287|Then come to me, the hour of my dearest wish, 1287|Oh, come to me, my darling! 1287|Come to the very door-step, the very bed-- 1287|Come to my breast, my darling! 1287|Then, in my bosom, my own, my own, 1287|The brightest-- 1287|The dearest! 1287|I love, I love, I love, oh, I do love! 1287|The stars are the stars of my own thoughts, 1287|The wind is the wind of my thought, and so 1287|Does the sky all white from o'er the sea: 1287|With the stars we are master in space, 1287|With wind all thoughts blown through 1287|We and the blue waves that touch the sea. 1287|Hear me, ye worldlings, and ye swains, 1287|The poet is a man, a man divine. 1287|The world is a sea, the world is a sky, 1287|The world is heaven, and from heaven I come. 1287|Ye who the soul by thought have taught, 1287|Ere of it all ye have been taught, 1287|If it will, by thought be moved, 1287|By thought make haste to be enwrapt, 1287|By thought be saved, by thought be lost. 1287|Be wise, be great, in thought abide! 1287|But if thought-forms leave the soul in peace; 1287|Then in thought-dwelling doth the soul 1287|A glorious life live on the wing, 1287|So it may perish! 1287|I am one of the great; I am one of the wise! 1287|I make laws, I issue stern commands; 1287|My counsel, my laws, I use them for my own, 1287|And the good I do, my law, makes known; 1287|My brother is mad, my laws prevent him not, 1287|The law is law; my word makes plain my intent,-- 1287|'Nay!' then I say, 'to such a one as this, 1287|The wise, the loving, and the good, to lead 1287|From earth's weak body, from earth's weak mind, 1287|So much is the virtue, the good, that is.' 1287|All that I said has of the greatest part, 1287|I cannot say of my fellow only. 1287|The same I stand on, 1287|As the very man who makes the world in me 1287|The same as the man who made the world in him. 1287|The soul alone is the true, true thing, 1287|To be found in its mind; 1287|The mind alone has the truth, alone knoweth I 1287|Life's mystery, and its mystery knowledge. 1287|My mind was first a mind on earth in the form and the sight 1287|of a young man; in the spirit of youth 1287|I still am; and though now, in this age of woe, 1287|Life is full of decay, the mind still hath breath, 1287|With a hope that I shall not perish, still, 1287|Yet still, in the depth of the coming time, 1287|Life shall give in, and I will be of this world; 1287|The man's best days are not always the most glorious, 1287|And the mind of man's mind can never be ======================================== SAMPLE 9950 ======================================== 19096|In the dim, dim silence of the day, 19096|There fell a sweet and silvery spell,-- 19096|A touch like a winging star-burst, 19096|A sigh a mellow voice was heard, 19096|And sweet and soft a gentle word 19096|Said, "I shall be back again. 19096|The little one! the little one!" 19096|Answering, the night's and day's 19096|Dreams grew at last to past and past, 19096|A dream of tenderness and faith, 19096|And tears and silence and the spring,-- 19096|Then there came a murmur,--an answering, 19096|As of distant floods that swell, 19096|And he who listened knew that she 19096|Was waiting, and it was her cry 19096|He heard, like a lark's in the rose; 19096|It fell, it fell upon the sea, 19096|'Neath the blue night-sky that shone,-- 19096|And it wafted from him like a breath 19096|Of spirit perfume, to the heart 19096|Of her she loved--she, whose young heart 19096|Was the dream's own lover, and 19096|Whom he knew that always stood 19096|With arms outstretched and eyes that smiled. 19096|For the day was gone when she came, 19096|And the day was just begun when he, 19096|So weary from the battle-fields 19096|Of the world, where he had been 19096|A soldier, where no song 19096|Sung the gladness of the war-gladsome day. 19096|So they rode through the summer sun, 19096|And through the summer song, 19096|And they rode toward the world's dim close, 19096|And the grave-cold dew from the earth-cold sky, 19096|And a hand to beckon that he ride 19096|And a foot he could not stay, 19096|And a smile he could not bring 19096|But with sorrow to a lover's heart the heart of friendship. 19096|And they said, "Oh, the little one sweet, 19096|Where is he lying?" 19096|And, as they looked and looked, 19096|The darkness hid them from the eyes of loved ones. 19096|And the sun that shines in the blue 19096|Of the skies of their desire, 19096|Is brighter when the rose-red light 19096|That glitters on the rose-red cheek 19096|Of love is withdrawn. 19096|And the moon is like a bride 19096|Who sits in the porch of a mansion, 19096|Tenderly smiling and long-locked, 19096|That sees no sunlight of the day; 19096|A lady in bright scarlet clad, 19096|Who sits beside the portal, yet hears 19096|The murmuring and laughter of the crowd, 19096|With a voice of tender tenderness, 19096|As if she saw all their joys before her 19096|That now are lost to her bright eyes; 19096|And a face that would hide all tears and pain, 19096|Were its beauty not protected thus. 19096|Like a bride in the early Spring, 19096|And as soon set at such a season 19096|A little while hence, 19096|With all her lovely love, 19096|And her eyes that were blue in the May-day gleams, 19096|As the dew-light of the mountain glooms 19096|That had lighted her hair, 19096|Was her cheek as the bloom 19096|Of the roses with the buds that were born, 19096|And so radiant and fair her lighted cheek, 19096|That a glance as soft 19096|As a smile ere the morning hour 19096|Was as sweet as a word spoken at eve. 19096|And so full of life and beauty and light 19096|Was the light of her eye's brightness and fire 19096|That ======================================== SAMPLE 9960 ======================================== 1054|They were not all of them dead! 1054|He heard the sound of wheels on ground, 1054|He heeded not their cry; 1054|The King spied him on his way, 1054|The lady's cry he heard, 1054|And ran for shelter to his side, 1054|That he might not be seen. 1054|"I have heard the cry of the hound, 1054|I must home again"; 1054|He made good haste to come down, 1054|And found good speed on the way, 1054|And to Edinburgh he went. 1054|And this was King John's greeting 1054|To every lady fair: 1054|The King kissed the young maid fair, 1054|And he thanked her twice and thrice: 1054|"Now, ye are fair in form and mien," 1054|Said all the ladies gay, 1054|"Shall ye not take our King by storm, 1054|As a great prig? 1054|"Shall ye not seize him on his throne, 1054|And bring him to thy knees? 1054|But I will not, for I can keep 1054|My lady's lordship, 1054|And the children of my blood, the King, 1054|Shall be never slack." 1054|The youngest of them ne'er had seen 1054|The battle of the strong; 1054|And the eldest ne'er had seen 1054|The bloody body lie; 1054|Or the sword smitten to the skin 1054|In an angry ring. 1054|The battle was but seldom fought, 1054|For many a day; 1054|But they made an end of it, 1054|And they did not cease. 1054|The King he called them from the fight. 1054|"I have seen the battle die, 1054|And I see many a body lie, 1054|But ye are proud and false. 1054|Thy pride, I think, is much too great, 1054|If ye will rest. 1054|"The battle was fought late at morn - 1054|My father and my brother lie, 1054|And the King's children lie: 1054|And my father did not go alone: 1054|For a hundred and eighty-three 1054|Goes to the field. 1054|"And ye are not the people of a land 1054|Nor yet the King's fair kin; 1054|Ye are not born of a young noble race, 1054|But ye come of a royal race, 1054|And you have been by the King. 1054|"Now tell me truth, ye ladies gay, 1054|For it is said on his death-bed 1054|That the King's eldest child was young in years, 1054|And by him told 1054|"That the battle was fought and the King 1054|Should be killed by eighty-one." 1054|With their breasts and with their faces bared, 1054|Came a hundred of them there; 1054|And they bowed in reverence as they stood, 1054|But they would not rise. 1054|With their long black hair in the crown, 1054|The ladyes stood on either side, 1054|And the ladies that they bowed to were 1054|Like a field on fire. 1054|The King sat on the left of the dais, 1054|And the King was death's beloved; 1054|The King's youngest child was only a child but a son, 1054|And the King he loved him well. 1054|He had done him a tender blessing 1054|And a faithful burying; 1054|With the grass at his feet he did fold 1054|His last farewell. 1054|Till his mother came in her sorrowing 1054|And the King was gone away; 1054|And he knew not where the lady was, 1054|Or if she were at all. 1054|They dug with the shovels till it grew dull and grey, 1054|Till they found no body in the ground, 1054|And he came not back to his old castle wall. 1054|The Lady's son-in-law is the King. 1054|There's his old scarred crest upon his brow, 1054|While yet his hands held ======================================== SAMPLE 9970 ======================================== May no such sorrow 27441|On our sorrow be based; 27441|Since we know the worst, 27441|We'll bear it, brave hearts; 27441|And with tears, the more 27441|That our griefs we may relieve, 27441|We'll turn, not to despair, 27441|But to love and rejoice. 27441|I saw last night my lady weep, 27441|And as she wept I wept less; 27441|I have a right to weep, I said, 27441|Since God hath stamped us men of strife. 27441|But we, methinks, in grief have more 27441|Nature's right to gentle sighs; 27441|And let a sigh from us divide 27441|Just where it doth appear, 27441|'T were better far, methinks, to send 27441|One tempered with each kind. 27441|Methought my lady's lip it was 27441|Turned sour with speaking so, 27441|As if she would have told me sooth 27441|That she was sad, methought I saw 27441|Her eyes bewitching me. 27441|O beautiful day, with lovely skies, 27441|Lightly streaming forth, where is the bliss? 27441|Glorious is the day, but does it end? 27441|What is it, man, that thou so well hast learned 27441|Of the low valleys with their lowing kine? 27441|Glorious the day, and happy the hours, 27441|But never happy till the bard is dead. 27441|O you who by the bard's fair pencil trace 27441|Nature's outline, how ye shine surpassing! 27441|Hark when shall I behold a figure there? 27441|When the bold lines of a man shall be traced? 27441|Gone the man, for there is no more to tell; 27441|Yet what thou hast is fair, which makes thee dear. 27441|No more to come; or do ye wish for more? 27441|What need of fame? No more thy pencil's traced, 27441|And shall thy name be heard in the streets of time. 27441|Come, let us sing at home, 27441|A happy strain, 27441|For we abroad have spread 27441|Good cheer around. 27441|Let's sing in freedom's name, 27441|A song both free and gay: 27441|A song for England's fame, 27441|And not for me. 27441|Our fathers' hopes and liberties have died, 27441|And liberty in a day like this become 27441|But what, poor man, is liberty? 'Tis like a 27441|Great rock, which, by its darksome hour delayed, 27441|The bursting waters make a torrent to pour. 27441|What man hath power to fight the force of liquor? 27441|What can the strong arm of a soldier avail? 27441|The good man can. 27441|The strong arm of the strong man can resist, 27441|Against his strength alone; if you shall be borne 27441|And there, with cradled others bravely press'd, 27441|The man not found, you'll find the man reposed 27441|In your own cell; where, but to laugh and dance, 27441|What could be better than this? 27441|We, like the rocks, may prove the future rocks, 27441|And, like the rocks, may flourish in the sand: 27441|We, like the rocks, may, though we be of rock, 27441|In our own hearts be even, and truth discover. 27441|But, like rocks, we must in our turn perish, 27441|If we are to be blest: then from a grave, 27441|Where there's no peace, there's no rest for aye; 27441|We must be strew'd with dirt, till the doom, 27441|The doom of all dust, hangs over the dust. 27441|Oh, say, shall we now or have we never 27441|One moment of joy or sorrow? 27441|Let, let the years roll by, and the tears, in rain, 27441|Be the last tears that flow. 27441|Then, ere a mourner go, 27441|Bid him, at the church-door, 27441| ======================================== SAMPLE 9980 ======================================== 19221|In all his pride of lofty thought - 19221|The great author's name he read, 19221|And, when he pleased, could quote 19221|His very words, so learned and bold: 19221|The words to which all writers belong. 19221|There's not a poet now in Britain 19221|But would be happy in his grave; 19221|Nor we the sons of a barbarous age 19221|Forget till they are bade to weep: 19221|For if we should forget, still would spring 19221|From childhood's earliest age again 19221|New wit and genius, and more power 19221|Our hearts to satisfy the mind 19221|With all the fruits of Nature's law. 19221|When youth and pleasure are no more, 19221|O then we weep, and then we laugh, 19221|As when the summer-heat of noon 19221|Comes out in the sun-shining halls, 19221|And bids the pealing organ-play 19221|Till all the temple smoke and dance 19221|With "Praise, and praise so loud!" 19221|Ah then we mourn, and weep; and laugh, 19221|And so transform these dark times to days; 19221|That though we have no art, we still 19221|Can frame a noble verse; 19221|And so we sing, through all our years, 19221|Where truth will find a fitting nest. 19221|"I'll take my bow and arrows," said little Jamie, 19221|"I'll make a bow, an arrows I'll make," 19221|"Bow and arrows then I'll take," said little sister, 19221|"Then I'll make a bow and arrows too." 19221|"But where, or how, or where," said little brother, 19221|"Bow and arrows then I'll take," 19221|"I'll make a bow, an arrows too," said little brother, 19221|"Then I'll make a bow and arrows too." 19221|Sings for his ogress 19221|Winter and winter; 19221|Sings for his ogress 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss. 19221|"I'll paint the meadows 19221|With the colours 19221|That I've got; 19221|I will paint the meadows 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss." 19221|The maidens in their baskets, 19221|The maidens in their braid, 19221|With the colours they have gathered, 19221|Shall come and gaze 19221|On the meadows that they've painted 19221|With the rosy hues 19221|Of the rosy meadows 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss. 19221|What a pity that no one 19221|Cares a fig as I do, 19221|To be at the ogress 19221|Giving the songs I sing! 19221|But in truth I'll begin them 19221|And they'll either mingle 19221|With the colours they have gathered 19221|To make out this ditty 19221|Sweet spring comes with bliss. 19221|I would I were a rosy rosy red rosy red 19221|Rosy red rose rosy red rose-red; 19221|And I were the snow-drop in the waters of the river. 19221|For the eyes of a lover is the snow-drop in the waters 19221|of a river, 19221|And I should be vermilion in a lover's memories. 19221|Yet there is the plain of a shepherd's land, 19221|Where the low hills lie sunny side by side, 19221|And the shaggy moors slope gently to the sky 19221|Till the red hills burn in beauty to the brim: 19221|And only the red hills make it dismal. 19221|In the low hills lies a low hill waste, 19221|The low hills with the high hills met; 19221|Where the little grass-green valleys rise 19221|And the brooklets gush and the lilies blow: 19221|And only the low hills make it dismal. 19221|Only bright with the sun's warm glory 19221|Is the low hill land to the sea: 19221|Dry, yellow, blue, of morning's flush 19221|The hills are, as I wander there. 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 9990 ======================================== 4332|The air about the old old house grew chill, 4332|The winds were out; the sun shone low 4332|Over a landscape that grew dreary, 4332|The sky above it was pallid, 4332|And underneath it, dull and bare, 4332|The winds were blowing through. 4332|The winter wind blew out of the north; 4332|It blew a little, and then was gone; 4332|The sunlight glimmered in the snow, 4332|And the old moon shone through the drifts, 4332|In her boat, with the flagstone deck, 4332|Floating to and fro. 4332|The wind brought noontide in with its stormy breath, 4332|And in its stead there was a noise of voices called, 4332|A voice of voices calling to us, 4332|And a voice calling wearily: 4332|"What have we done, for all this crying in the street? 4332|And what has come the cold to our fever of sight? 4332|We too have drunk, and drunk again; 4332|We too would drink, without a care, 4332|We too have drank, and drunk to the very brain: 4332|But the wind goes and the snow comes to-morrow 4332|And the old house is too cold." 4332|This is the tale of one who knew-- 4332|Had never been born to know, 4332|Had never learned that it were best 4332|To love and be loved to the uttermost. 4332|The night is falling slowly 4332|But surely and completely... 4332|I must go--I must go alone-- 4332|The night is falling gently so 4332|Where there is no sound of any crash, 4332|And there is no light at all, 4332|And only the wind's long, low sigh 4332|And the dark on the hill, and one 4332|Strange moth across the road. 4332|One night my life's on the rack, I can feel it-- 4332|Shudder and feel on the depths of my soul, 4332|The years and the pain and the loneliness, 4332|The hunger and thirst of it all. 4332|One night I'm only a hopeless dreamer, 4332|One night and the next night I'll hear the wind, 4332|And the night after that I'll hear it--but not-- 4332|Not to have any hope that the future 4332|Will ease this torment that I feel in my soul. 4332|One night, my eyes are filled with tears, 4332|One night the eyes of the wind, 4332|And tears of the light are on the hill beside me, 4332|And the old house is dark-- 4332|Oh, the old graveyard, with its corses rotting 4332|In the night that follows. 4332|O weary, weary journey of youth, 4332|Till you feel you are slowly dying, 4332|And slowly losing your life's last breath 4332|In the gloom that closes your soul on your home, 4332|Till you feel you are lying down, 4332|To die a man's death, 4332|And lie forgotten of below. 4332|Now that you'll never breathe again, 4332|And life will be the same to you, 4332|You'll never find red ferns or black leaves 4332|Across the road-- 4332|And ever the wind will call you, 4332|Crying in an evil voice: 4332|"Now take my word--what do you see in the sky at night? 4332|No stars above? 4332|No earth beneath the yellow night sky?" 4332|Now that you'll never breathe again 4332|And life will be the same to you, 4332|The wind will moan about you, and plead, 4332|And whisper of the last cold starbeams, 4332|Till all the world, the whole wide world, 4332|Is silent in the heavens, 4332|And a great sorrow, a great pain, 4332|The end of love. 4332|O weary, weary life of yours! 4332|O your soul that all the world would tire 4332|With all the cares and cares and cares that it must 4332|O weary, weary life of yours! 4332|Yet ======================================== SAMPLE 10000 ======================================== 1365|Shout to the winds, and call to the sea; 1365|From the rocky shores, the fearful roar 1365|Of her wild limbs shall startle with surprise. 1365|The mighty waves shall dash beneath, 1365|As, from the darkening caverns of Sisset, 1365|They rush and strike and roll around 1365|The rock upon whose base the tomb of Ophir 1365|Is rising grim and deep! 1365|And now, from the cliffs and shoals of Eshkol, 1365|The sea-gulls, flashing, shall send down fire, 1365|Borne aloft by the wind, and blaze their torches; 1365|And, lo! the waters, white-glittering, 1365|Shall mingle, as their shadows fade, 1365|Their light with that of the moon above them, 1365|And the great sea, with stars. 1365|There, on the rock, with hands uprais'd, 1365|The sea-god's tomb shall be uplifted, 1365|Which, with a voice of thunder, bids the waters 1365|Of Euxine, and the ocean-sea 1365|Flood by night, and overpass 1365|The ruined walls of Orsinius, 1365|And cover o'er the living gods 1365|A single mortal. 1365|Now round the world shall spread 1365|With one broad current of delight, 1365|The new moon's face; the new sun's sign, 1365|Aquarius; and the golden morn, 1365|The starry constellations, 1365|The nightingale's triumphing song, 1365|And all the blest ones of the sky, 1365|And of the waters of the Indus, 1365|And all the land that bears the star, 1365|And all the air that rolls and falls, 1365|And all that breathed in Ortué 1365|Ere Hector fell, O, wide and far 1365|As heav'nward reaches of the sea 1365|And the great wind that sways the wave, 1365|I see my country's glorious days 1365|All rising, as though to the goal 1365|That all my life has sought, the goal 1365|By which my country was and lives. 1365|He speaks! How bright his garland shines! 1365|Light in the mouth of him is shed 1365|Who speaks not, as thou wert wont, nor yet 1365|With the great fathers of the land! 1365|Who spoke not, as thou shalt do hereafter, 1365|I see thee smiling, who may speak yet. 1365|So it is with each, if words be not 1365|Speechless and silence; each of us, 1365|Still as the other, hears and sees. 1365|And though the ancient tale be true 1365|How the Sionites and Phoenicians 1365|Came for the gold that was Zeus's own, 1365|How the people from the North came then, 1365|And the people from the South, and the 1365|People on the Sea, and the people 1365|From all the lands of Orchomenos, 1365|But to the North a language was they, 1365|And to the South a second, and a third. 1365|And when in the midst of all they saw 1365|The mountain of Babel afar off, 1365|Then, for the holy faith and bright 1365|Lest in any way my song be heard, 1365|They fled away to the mountains of 1365|Osman, and, there, for many days 1365|Went preaching, crying, "Blessed I am! 1365|He who hath given his old age an end, 1365|And nothing takes, but gives his years 1365|Unto his children, Lazarus and 1365|Sapphira, and their seven children, 1365|Laughing in joy! O son esteemed 1365|Of my Lord! O Son who, to surpass 1365|All that men in his age have dreamed, 1365|Saddled his horse, and walked abroad, 1365|With lips that made the children quake, with 1365|Pale faces turned, while those who saw 1365|Said of him ======================================== SAMPLE 10010 ======================================== 8672|The puffs of sweet air which the smoke 8672|Hangs over the woody meadows. 8672|The wind comes sweet from where it sings 8672|And sounds with her voice a little, 8672|And all the grassy paths they are calling 8672|Blow to their ears. 8672|The puffs of sweet air the grasses 8672|And bushes hold, 8672|And with the little puffs that clap 8672|The little birds and bees pass. 8672|The woods are full of shadows 8672|And shadows of the trees, 8672|And all the green and shining world 8672|Is full of you, and me-- 8672|Is full of you and me. 8672|The wooded hills are full of shade, 8672|And shadows of the rocks, 8672|And we sit and talk together, 8672|And laugh as we walk. 8672|As we are full of you and me 8672|And the woods and sun, 8672|And all the light of this world's day, 8672|Is full of us and God. 8672|When the wind goes with the tide, 8672|And the puffs of sweet air, 8672|Where I used to live, 8672|Breathe to me, 8672|Breathe to me-- 8672|A while ago. 8672|The puffs of sweeter breath 8672|Have a magic to them 8672|I've never longed for 8672|In the gay, wide, wide world 8672|I used to know: 8672|When the wind goes with the tide, 8672|And a sigh of heaven 8672|Is in the breeze 8672|That I used to blow 8672|For the love of, oh, for love of one 8672|Who dwelt so far away, 8672|Who once lingered in my heart-- 8672|A long, long year. 8672|A long, long year, a long, long year, 8672|A long, long year, a long, long year. 8672|I walk, I walk with heart and will 8672|Where the sweet leaves sway, 8672|The flowers of the wood and wold 8672|Waft to me, 8672|Waft to me, 8672|Waft to me, 8672|The old love to tell. 8672|As I go by the stream, 8672|And the streamlets go with it, 8672|And the rocks and grasses nod 8672|To the sea's low murmuring, 8672|The waves on the brown billows 8672|Roll with me, 8672|Roll with me, 8672|Roll with me, 8672|The old love to tell. 8672|The sun on the lawn in the sun 8672|Is a friend at your call, 8672|And the birds in the trees tell all they know 8672|And sing out all they've heard. 8672|But I dream of the old days when I went 8672|I know how the sun and the trees 8672|Spoke to me of old love, love of love, 8672|And the song was a-still. 8672|How can the soul in me remember 8672|The words that were spoken in truth, 8672|When the voice is hushed and the thought is a ghost 8672|That can never bring again? 8672|And I'm as happy as any child, 8672|The old love to tell. 8672|The wind in my cheek is a-cursing, 8672|The snow on my feet is stifling, 8672|For I've heard the old song, the old song, 8672|For the love of old love 8672|'Gainst old love to tell. 8672|When the wind in my cheek is a-maying, 8672|When the snow on my feet is stifling, 8672|There is no help but to tell-- 8672|'Gainst old love to tell. 8672|My brother, O Christ! he is singing 8672|With a poor old man who cannot tell; 8672|"God's peace upon your soul, my dearest dear, 8672|And the peace of the Saviour beside you. 8672|O Christ, give me His peace to bring ======================================== SAMPLE 10020 ======================================== 4272|In thy own life, though I may not 4272|Be thine, who first 4272|Cried out unto Thine aid, 4272|Yet wouldst not fear, 4272|To shun the hour of fight, 4272|The sword's keen point; yet wouldst not fear. 4272|For still I see, through all our land 4272|The sword will hold, nor turn by night. 4272|My heart is glad, for there, and here 4272|I hold it still, and yet to prove - 4272|That we were children yet-- 4272|If the sword fall in our land, 4272|And my God should see. 4272|He will, then, not fail nor flinch, 4272|But hold, with us, his aim, 4272|And give us for example to do 4272|The thing most noble and just, 4272|And thus to set forth the worth 4272|Of his High will; for there would be 4272|Much glory in his land. 4272|The sword is on this earth; 4272|Though it be only held in hand, 4272|And by the side of fear, 4272|Its light, and light to be, 4272|And light which cannot be lost, 4272|Thro' the waste dark of years, 4272|Shall guide our course, 4272|As the star-light guides the bird 4272|Thro' airy heavens high. 4272|But all ye who hold, in faith, 4272|Love-thought, not fear, the sword, 4272|Shall feel its power: 4272|For not in fight alone, 4272|But in the fearful thought, 4272|Shall it prevail, 4272|Though God and all His sons 4272|Shall not for evermore 4272|Hold it in check. 4272|Come from your graves deep in the dust, 4272|And gather in the battle's blood, 4272|And let us go forth, to face 4272|Our foes; yea, and on our feet 4272|Unto the last--the last, the worst, 4272|Which yet may chance to man. 4272|Come: the sword is on this earth, 4272|When it is held in hand, 4272|And by the side of fear, 4272|Though it be only held in hand, 4272|And by the side of love. 4272|Come: the sword and bow 4272|Are in your hands; 4272|We must not fear to die, 4272|While in the light of Heaven, at last 4272|The sword and bow lie clear. 4272|And let our arms be strong, 4272|But let us make the thought 4272|To battle and assail, 4272|Till in the battle's gloom 4272|The sword and bow shall stand. 4272|But here, by Faith's command, 4272|We will not fear to die, 4272|For we have been with Jesus 4272|In fight, in ransom-bidding, 4272|And in his blood were shed. 4272|I had not dreamed how soon 4272|My life had gone, and when 4272|My body came to rest 4272|It scarce was known, or said, 4272|By any with a wound 4272|Of that which had been given, 4272|It had not perished outright, - 4272|But rested as a breath. 4272|I had not thought, how soon 4272|My life had flown, and now 4272|It can not be so-- 4272|For Jesus to me 4272|Has only been my friend. 4272|And Jesus I have lost, 4272|And Jesus has been made 4272|The only God to me: 4272|Where, then, is the battle's name 4272|That could with him compare? 4272|The sword is in my heart, 4272|And the bow bow is in my hand, 4272|And I cannot move them, 4272|I have but love, my God, 4272|To see thee still and near, 4272|And with thee go alone, 4272|Thou art my very life, my love, 4272|When, in the days of old, 4272|My fathers ======================================== SAMPLE 10030 ======================================== 7391|And when our eyes are dim with tears, 7391|As a summer bird with wings, 7391|The sweetest melodies return, 7391|And our spirit floats, and yearns. 7391|And we're glad there's no darkness here; 7391|For God leads onward when we'll go. 7391|There was a little boy, 7391|Little and tender, 7391|And a fairy came and stood 7391|With a golden ring 7391|Upon his finger. 7391|"Go and ask your neighbor's wife 7391|All of her brothers, 7391|And her sisters four, and two 7391|Brothers on the side; 7391|Then if they please you to wed, 7391|Fly away home. 7391|"And you must be very wise, 7391|And very witty; 7391|And an excellent writer 7391|With an eloquent vein 7391|To impress you; 7391|Then you must become, and I must say, 7391|A learned fool." 7391|When he had thus declared, 7391|And in sweet irony 7391|Sneered a little boy in green, 7391|The fairy stood in a wood, 7391|With a ring of yellow gold 7391|Upon his finger. 7391|Thereupon the youth, 7391|Gathered the yellow rings, 7391|And, with a merry shout, 7391|Hastened forth and asked his neighbors, 7391|All of his brothers' wives; 7391|And one replied at her knee 7391|Till her cheeks all flamed with blushes, 7391|"You must marry my daughter." 7391|When the youth had married 7391|One of all his brothers, 7391|With two sisters too; 7391|With a third on each side-- 7391|Wildly he made mirth. 7391|Bands of fairies clustered round; 7391|And they laughed and talked, and sang, 7391|And whispered tales 7391|All of the mighty elves and elves 7391|Who dwell in fairy lands; 7391|And the youngest called her brothers, 7391|And they laughed and talked, sang and sung, 7391|And whispered tales. 7391|"Bless you, if by a ring 7391|You must wed your daughter, 7391|Then in such a ring 7391|All your children may wed, 7391|And your mother may have children!" 7391|Then we prattled on 7391|While the little elves 7391|On the shaggy crag did dance, 7391|Or, with hands like snakes 7391|Leant in mazes overhead, 7391|Or, all silent, played and played. 7391|Ah, the silent elves! 7391|But a man had oft had tears 7391|For to see their wiles 7391|(Though he knew not they were elves), 7391|As they played in the shade. 7391|We were little then, 7391|When we saw them dancing in the dark 7391|In a merry tune. 7391|Then we knew indeed 7391|That this was very likely 7391|The elves' marriage feast. 7391|But to-night we can see, 7391|As of old, their fairy ring; 7391|That they have a glittering ring 7391|That shines, as bright 7391|As the Sun in Arcady. 7391|Yes, we have seen 7391|Huge glitterers of a human frame; 7391|We have seen the eyes 7391|Of the children of the angels shine, 7391|And the eyebrows 7391|Of their fellow-men. 7391|But we never thought 7391|That the angels could so bright a sight have; 7391|That they could hold 7391|Such a brighter light 7391|In the depths of their bosoms of snow. 7391|And so we see 7391|How wonderful 7391|Is the beauty 7391|Of the fairy flame. 7391|But we do not speak, 7391|Nor look on our children's faces 7391|Through the glass 7391|Of a crystal eye. 7391|We have heard as of old 7391|Of their tiny feet, 7391|While all in ======================================== SAMPLE 10040 ======================================== 2621|And you that ride in the wagon, 2621|And you that in the shed have toil'd, 2621|And you the pensive traveller,-- 2621|Haste forth, my pretty book, 2621|And come, with me, to earth! 2621|The blue-eyed maiden came 2621|Over the mountains white, 2621|And little did the shepherd know 2621|It was the maid he held so dear 2621|In his arms down by the river, 2621|Across the ford across the mill. 2621|"Wife!"--she said, but her voice broke 2621|Like a sudden peal of the horn, 2621|While through the cornfield on the hills 2621|There came a rush of loud laughter-- 2621|"Wife! and hast thou left our side?" 2621|"Ah, yes, my darling child," he said, 2621|"And that I hast indeed; 2621|But the mountain side, it looks as though 2621|I never again could find 2621|My way home, or to my own dear land. 2621|"O, the beauty of the mountain side! 2621|O the glory of the river! 2621|O the beauty of the mountain side! 2621|There is no way back, nor home, 2621|And the night is long, when I am gone, 2621|Though I look to mine heart to fly." 2621|"I will rest, my child," the shepherd saith, 2621|"Till the morn again her golden veil 2621|Blushing from the sunrise waneth: 2621|Oft to my careless, rosy feet 2621|The mountain wind brings fragrant candles, 2621|And the hills are a blest place of rest. 2621|"When the mists of a winter eve 2621|A thin and impregned sky reigneth, 2621|And one clear star, the first of all, 2621|Across the river seems to be. 2621|Oft to my careless, rosy feet 2621|The river glides in watery gleams. 2621|"But, oh, thy little feet! how good 2621|The path that leads thee to the hills! 2621|Thy little hands! how sweet to touch! 2621|Where now the dewdrops are wet with dew; 2621|Where, where the daisies do spring forth, 2621|Springing to glory, all so beautiful!" 2621|"And I," the little girl returned, 2621|"Will seek my bed of dew serene, 2621|To my mountain top will I go, 2621|And be brave, for I will do no wrong; 2621|And on the mountain side shall I 2621|Stand without fear,--but I love the dell. 2621|"And I,"--she touched him--"I will go," 2621|Said the little girl, "by my love; 2621|O, I shall see my darling eyes, 2621|And drink new joys with thee day and night." 2621|Down, down to the low bank of dew, 2621|Where the grasses are rare; 2621|But there'll be time 2621|When I wish, I cannot now: 2621|There was an old woman, and the reason 2621|Was, she was a dandified creature, 2621|And to have dandified every creature 2621|Was not at all natural to her: 2621|For every little thing and feigned 2621|She pleased her, with the exception of me. 2621|But as to that,--you see it isn't true, 2621|She'd have been glad to know I hadn't got it, 2621|And, besides, what did it matter much 2621|What other people thought or pretended? 2621|I was her own sweet domestic creature 2621|She made a house for, and knew how to warm it, 2621|And took care of, when it was done. 2621|And she made me, for my very amusements, 2621|A little lady, and--that is how it came; 2621|Or else she didn't like me,--I was only-- 2621|So, for a time, at least, I was her pleasure. 2621|But ======================================== SAMPLE 10050 ======================================== 2491|And the little hands of prayer. 2491|His little head is down, 2491|His little fingers rest 2491|In the pillow of his breast 2491|And their quiet vigil keep, 2491|And his heart is still and dark. 2491|I saw a child one day: 2491|His cheeks looked pale and wan 2491|Like his mother's frocks at play, 2491|And his wistful eyes were dim. 2491|He did not speak, for he 2491|Arose at once and walked 2491|Across the room and cried: 2491|"Why do you weep and weep?" 2491|A child at play he seemed, 2491|And his mirth was low and mild; 2491|He did not know it was I. 2491|A child upon a string 2491|His idle fingers drew; 2491|His childish fingers flew 2491|Like a flock of little sparrows. 2491|I loved him so, and I 2491|Bowed o'er him in a dream: 2491|"Dear, you cannot wish because 2491|You've got no wish to lose." 2491|And he never looked at me 2491|With half so much of wonderment: 2491|"Why do you weep and weep?" 2491|A child at play he seemed, 2491|And his mirth was low and mild; 2491|He did not know it was I. 2491|Ah, I have played that game so oft-- 2491|A little child and a great one! 2491|But I won in the end, I know; 2491|For I broke the strings and the board. 2491|I've broken the strings myself, 2491|And the strings must be loosed-- 2491|The chains of Fate, the bonds of fate. 2491|There's a lot of things I can't forget. 2491|There's a lot of days that are my own, 2491|There's a lot of days I can't forget. 2491|I've played that game so often-- 2491|A great one, and a small one-- 2491|There's a lot of things I can't forget. 2491|I'll never forget when I go away 2491|From the land of Childhood's Knees, 2491|When you'd turn away with a wicked look 2491|And mock at me and my skill, 2491|You never could hit on any girl 2491|Who'd leave you for another lad. 2491|What I've done for you, I'm sure you'll find 2491|Is not worth all the books I've read; 2491|But as for times that are my own 2491|I'll never accept, for all. 2491|I'm sure I've made my little life 2491|I'll laugh at, when you're tired, 2491|And I'll laugh when you want things to say-- 2491|But you'll always need me then. 2491|I've done my best--you know how that goes; 2491|And yet I can never forget 2491|'Twas all because I loved you so much 2491|I should not leave you always. 2491|"How the little dogs are playing!" 2491|'Twas on the grass in the twilight 2491|Of a long July morning, 2491|And they heard the little birds 2491|Whispering to each other. 2491|"Oh, what fun!" the mother exclaimed, 2491|"What fun!" the father cried; 2491|With joy they could not wait to learn 2491|Of the tender words spoken; 2491|For, as soon as the children's eyes 2491|Were open to the light, 2491|Out stepped the pretty, playful thing 2491|Who had just come home from school. 2491|The mother gave her daughter greeting 2491|With a smile that said, 2491|"That little dog and that little cat 2491|Are so fun at learning!" 2491|With all the confidence of mother, 2491|To her daughter's pride 2491|Whistled she the words of mother, 2491|"Well, this little dog and that little cat 2491|Are so fun at learning!" 2491|The father came in silence, 2491|With the heart in his breast; ======================================== SAMPLE 10060 ======================================== 24869|On the ground the Ráhu of the herds 24869|Fell in the dust: his head he bore, 24869|His legs were dead, his feet were torn. 24869|Then Ráma of the mighty bow 24869|Proud of his glory, bent and drew 24869|His eager bow with eager hand, 24869|And with his brother’s aim well aimed. 24869|With shafts of arrowy fire he slew 24869|The giant, and he rose again, 24869|As when two sunbeams on the night 24869|Rush quenched for ever by the eve. 24869|As from the earth he rose whose weight 24869|Is lord of earth and sky, whose hand 24869|Sends up the clouds that shake the sky, 24869|High as the heaven he soared, and strong 24869|As fire which none may vanquish; 24869|Like Jámbaván the Lord of Light 24869|Who walks on high in primal air, 24869|So rose the warlike Ráma bright 24869|In glorious splendor when he smote 24869|Each Vánar whom his blade o’erthrew. 24869|With the fierce arrows he was shot 24869|That none the length of shaft could flee, 24869|And every bound and every web 24869|Cried to the earth like a bat winged. 24869|Each dart he loosed from their short sleep 24869|And smote them in the face and throat, 24869|As Indra, sent from heaven, awakes 24869|The slumbering Gods in heaven’s degree. 24869|Thus, fierce and strong, in battle slain, 24869|Ráma the glorious fell and fled. 24869|All eyes were on the prince of men, 24869|And all the air with rapture swelled 24869|The sound of joy and shouts and strains 24869|Of lutes that rang and notes that floated. 24869|In vain they sung their songs of chivalry: 24869|Still, like a cloud, the hero hid 24869|His head beneath his armlets bright. 24869|Like some high hill whose crest is seen 24869|Uplifted in the distance west, 24869|Mount Ráma with his hundred eyes 24869|Was like to that fair mound concealed. 24869|As though from heaven he looked and spake 24869|With rapture’s glance or passion’s eyes, 24869|While his heart thrilled with joy and pride, 24869|And his limbs exulted in his mien, 24869|Ráma came in splendid guise 24869|With his bright bow, his bow of gold, 24869|His quiver and his mighty quiver, 24869|And with the lute that blazed with fire. 24869|He took his spear, that glistened well 24869|With moonlight brilliance and bright hue,— 24869|Those quivers rang and hung in heaps, 24869|And the long shafts gleamed and glowed. 24869|Then Ráma raised high his hand and held 24869|His mighty quiver to his breast, 24869|And, like the mighty god of rain 24869|He came, with Ráhu in his train. 24869|Canto XLVII. Dasaratha’s Speech. 24869|Then in the mighty armament 24869|Of heroes, Ráma held his post 24869|And, as the Vánars’ leader praised, 24869|The army of the strong addressed. 24869|With eyes on Ráma’s face he eyed, 24869|And while his bosom beat and burned, 24869|Thus to the chief of Meru spoke 24869|The Vánar squadrons: “The day is ours, 24869|Our destined post in heaven will be 24869|Far from these walls to-day, I ween. 24869|Let Vánars who our need supply 24869|Still lead the Vánar hosts astray. 24869|For by our prowess let them know 24869|No power shall turn our armies back; 24869|While in our steading stands our king, 24869|The giant lord of Lanká.” 24869|He spoke: and valiant squadrons led 24869|The Vánar legions to their post; ======================================== SAMPLE 10070 ======================================== 27370|And in the midst of peace and happiness, 27370|That man and wife had not a single thought 27370|But the care of their boy,--the fatherless child! 27370|So the man was a parent, that very day, 27370|And the child was a father,--the proud man a man! 27370|And, for all the sorrows, the cares, and the strife, 27370|And for all the blessings that fortune can give,-- 27370|The happiest woman in Eden's garden grew 27370|The mother, and husband, and _the man_! 27370|We've heard of the young and bold, of the happy and free,-- 27370|Of the man with the gold and the youth with the rose; 27370|And the woman I sing of, with her mother and bride,-- 27370|The happy woman with her mother and bride! 27370|Yet, while these beauties of womanhood are thus displayed 27370|In a pleasing kind of harmony each day, 27370|We must keep in view a few things that are really awful 27370|To the man with an ugly wife and a ugly mother! 27370|When, after this life and years, the poor man is gone, 27370|And his loved ones are saying: "Ah me! what have we lost?" 27370|The heart that now throbbed with tenderness to the last, 27370|And its tears will fall faster than ever more quickly, 27370|Will a wreck be left when the doors are closed on sadness, 27370|And the doors of mother and bride are closed on him? 27370|As when some one's longing is done, and she's glad within, 27370|And she's very tired of the heartbreak she has suffered; 27370|And life's been one long quest for the one she's glad within, 27370|And the life she has led and the love she has borne is done; 27370|So, when sadness has ceased and the doors are closed on it, 27370|The heart that once throbbed with tenderness to the last 27370|Will be silent, and the tenderness, and the love, and the quest 27370|Are gone, like the world-worn feet of the dying day; 27370|And only the shadow that lurked in the shadow of the 27370|When the old man is passing in his glory and pride, 27370|And his hands are pressed on the breast of his dear boy; 27370|When the tears are dim and the tears are ever short, 27370|And the eyes that shone o'er him all the days are dim; 27370|As the sun that shines on the golden mountains, 27370|And the gold of the sunshine will hide its light at last; 27370|So, for the rest of the years, the tears of sadness 27370|Will vanish and leave the dear boy in tears to-night! 27370|Dear baby Christabel! you are only a baby, 27370|And yet your soul fills with wonder and eagerness--and 27370|You seem just like a fairy who flutters about in fairy lands, 27370|While you're hopping about in warm sunny weather. 27370|It is so warm and dewy in winter! 27370|You have been sleeping all the time, 27370|And just when you were in a dream of growth, 27370|Comes a sudden chill, and then you hear 27370|A voice that calls you: "What dost thou here?" 27370|And for a moment you think that you're afraid-- 27370|Then you feel the good things you've done, and you're 27370|Just as glad as little birds to be 27370|On the wing in the sun and balm to be. 27370|What is the use of sleeping, you wonder!--'tis but 27370|A kind of dolorous pause from the merry play 27370|That your soul must cease between the light and shade, 27370|For to you every day seems but a fresh day gone. 27370|Dear baby Christabel! you're like to be glad, 27370|Not as a babe that wants rest from the load she bore, 27370|But as a babe who's glad that she's but a child. 27370|"Oh! I can tell by your breath" (she says) "that there's morn, 27370|It's very strange when you're sleeping to know 27370|That a morning of which you've ======================================== SAMPLE 10080 ======================================== 16362|Till his arms grow fat on the ground like the cattail 16362|And the russet cherry of the meadow; 16362|Till his feet grow heavy, his back aches, and his nose 16362|Is greasy with grease from the sun, 16362|And he cries, as he takes a last long look around and round, 16362|"I must hurry and try to get out of there," 16362|And the long line of people from out the station 16362|Get up in both arms and hurry by. 16362|And as they hurry by, the waggons begin to rumble, 16362|And the wheels start to move and the horses to start and trample, 16362|And the old man hurries off in a hurry, for he wants to go, 16362|And his back is a flutter--for all he sees in the air is fire. 16362|But he looks out and he looks on and he speeds over the plain: 16362|He has ridden the last mile in an hour--he has ridden it all, 16362|And we must hurry back, a little while, for we may lose it 16362|There has grown a tree upon his field, 16362|And he calls it "The Red-breast's Feather;" 16362|The whole country nods with wonder and wonder 16362|At the marvel of a Red-breast's feather. 16362|The birds come singing up the eucalyptus, 16362|The birds come fluttering down the prairie, 16362|The birds come fluttering up and crying, 16362|"We like this tree with its Red-breast's feather. 16362|Is this the flower that the great war-captains loved? 16362|Is this the flower that Hector hated not? 16362|Is this the flower he felled in the middle of the way 16362|Because it was a fragrant, perfect, Red-breast's feather? 16362|Oh a perfect and a wonderful flower! 16362|When it's in season it blooms in prime 16362|Every day, from an April morning, 16362|Though the blighted stalk in the frost may be brittle 16362|On June mornings, when every breeze bears a rose in its beak. 16362|But the winter sun in the tropics never lights it, 16362|And the nights of this wonderful flower are cold, and are wild; 16362|Though the flowers of the tropics bloom every single day, 16362|And the flowers of the tropics bloom every single night, 16362|For the reason they are Red-breasts, and they adore not the Sun. 16362|A great bird sat on a branch 16362|At the end of a line of pipe; 16362|His coat was of the indigo coral, 16362|His feet of the spotted magpie's; 16362|His head was the part he loved most 16362|And his tail it lay on the ground; 16362|It hung there like a golden line, 16362|Which hung as far as his desire, 16362|To be grasped by the laughing boy 16362|Who sat at his window sill. 16362|And he looked at the bird of the line, 16362|And he laughed a hearty laugh, 16362|And he said with a little gurgling sound, 16362|"Ah, but the lamp is very dim; 16362|And my mother will come, to bring 16362|The sweet birds to supper daily." 16362|From the window there came a whisper, 16362|And they knew the man well enough, 16362|For he looked at the bird and he bowed, 16362|And a smile swept over his face; 16362|"The lamp is burning dim, but the lamp is bright!" 16362|And he sat at his window seat, 16362|And he watched the birds as they built and flew, 16362|And he watched the white clouds sailing by 16362|And wondered after the story; 16362|For they always showed him golden feathers, 16362|And they talked to him so kindly, 16362|He was glad of the lamp, to spite 16362|The man of the indigo coral. 16362|For they told him how to keep 16362|His feathers from burning out; 16362|And he could sing as he came from the sea, 16362|And look at the lamps as they faded; 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 10090 ======================================== 2491|A hundred thousand eyes were on her 2491|He took his gun away from her and 2491|Rushed on down the darkening way again. 2491|And a thousand eyes watched him till he fled, 2491|And never turned his head till he died. 2491|And the wailing world cried,--"Is he come?" 2491|And the screaming world to him cried,-- 2491|"Ah, is it come, my sister? Ah, is it come, 2491|From the long ago?" 2491|And he answered, "In the long ago." 2491|And she walked in his heart's warm light-- 2491|His own dark place of death. 2491|But she never knew his words that said,-- 2491|"Come, for the love you can give." 2491|And no other woman who walked with her 2491|Would ever know the smile of that face. 2491|'Tis sweet and fair 2491|To dream of death on a woman's face 2491|When life is at its best. 2491|And a thousand hearts of love are there 2491|That never thought of dying. 2491|So still they wait 2491|For death with their dreams to come true, 2491|They are so lost in their hearts' dreams, 2491|That the world holds no tears for them. 2491|And life is a dull, dim, cold stream 2491|So lonely that never a star 2491|The waves and billows keep still, 2491|That never a ship from a storm 2491|Of ocean passes by. 2491|For the dream is a vain dream 2491|Till the life of a soul awake, 2491|And the hands that are folded close, 2491|And the lips that ever speak, 2491|Are the hearts of a life to be 2491|That's ever alive to-day. 2491|And when life's brightest hope has died, 2491|And the dead love comes from the grave, 2491|Then the hearts that love may rise up 2491|And find their life's bright vision bright. 2491|For the world has so many hearts 2491|And hands and lives that are young 2491|They are all in one wonderful glow 2491|As they rush in glory by. 2491|So fair is life, 2491|And its dream has gone from us; 2491|Yet, though beautiful, 2491|Though bright and full of mirth, 2491|And though beautiful and fair, 2491|We cannot bring back its day. 2491|We love it so so much, 2491|We think in it our life. 2491|And our prayers are all in vain 2491|For the hope, the memory. 2491|For in every smiling face 2491|There's sorrow somewhere. 2491|And in every dear, dear face 2491|We miss a tear. 2491|A tear for a lover slain, 2491|A tear for a life gone brown, 2491|A tear for the love we knew 2491|And knew is nigh. 2491|A word, a whisper, a prayer 2491|A voice of a little child, 2491|A sigh, a tear for the dead, 2491|And a tear for a little tear 2491|On the tear that lingers there. 2491|A little, tearful, tearful thing, 2491|A little voice whispered low 2491|In the quiet, peaceful night, 2491|Like a child's prayer. 2491|A little hand that is very still, 2491|And light of its tiny wings, 2491|A little breath, a little tear, 2491|A little smile, a little tear 2491|That lingers there. 2491|I cannot go back to the world, 2491|Yet still I think of the spring 2491|And day like the first sweet bird 2491|That sings in the wildwood tree. 2491|My thoughts linger still to be free 2491|Of the burden of sorrow and pain 2491|The years have hurled upon me. 2491|In all the pain and grief and toil 2491|I see the woman of old 2491|Who gave the flower of her youth 2491|And blossoms still the flower. 2491|She gave us little kindnesses 2491 ======================================== SAMPLE 10100 ======================================== 1279|And, like the moon, o'er each hill the starry gleam. 1279|Th' affrighted swains, that daily loiter 1279|Where the fair VALE is skilfully depicted, 1279|E'er so far from thence their roving ways-- 1279|To wander at their leisure where they love-- 1279|Have been guilty of one thing--to roam! 1279|Now, when their native land's renown's adored, 1279|Warned by the gen'rous Spirit of the Past, 1279|They view with pity their unprofitable swains, 1279|And cry, "Oh, come with me to see the Lass!" 1279|Th' admiring world thus sighs, "Ah, well-a-day! 1279|'Tis well the worthy Lass is safely home!" 1279|Let men with thoughts like these our minds infest-- 1279|To be the fools they say they are deriding, 1279|Is, perchance, the only cure for wit's contagion. 1279|But, Lord, it's hardly worth the pain, 1279|To suffer from one's tongue's o'eruse: 1279|It sets one's brain aa workin' hard, 1279|An' ruins a body's health. 1279|Come, if you like my sayin', 1279|Whar my pipe is fill'd wi', 1279|An' I begins to oilk in my som'ings, 1279|An' thinks noa things o' day. 1279|It's not for noa fancy-- 1279|I'm able still to read 1279|The News, or Speeck of the Evening, 1279|Or Find aa story new. 1279|Then, O! it's good comin' in the year, 1279|An' winter's reelin' past! 1279|O Lord! how warm the breath o' the sinner 1279|Must be feelin' in this clime. 1279|I taulds you yesterday, 1279|How God made the worm, 1279|That bears an' bloodshed frae man to man, 1279|To enter and edit man; 1279|And, at each edit, 1279|Some beast was changed, 1279|To curry favour an' good will 1279|An' kick the rogue in the nose! 1279|The worm it played him's bock 1279|O' a, b, c, d, e, an' g; 1279|And, tho' forween sair perplexin', 1279|It cut some brains fair lang-- 1279|O' course, to edit man. 1279|I thocht frae the article before ye-- 1279|"Justice as far off as possible." 1279|It's aa workin' hot 1279|For us o' wark, 1279|As editor to edit. 1279|And I thocht o' the article as written, 1279|But doubtless I'll see 1279|Some day, in Heaven, some angel ase the case, 1279|To grant you the writ; 1279|An' then we'll be baith 1279|Good Christian justices o' just. 1279|It's a' for nae use to cry-- 1279|Sic mercy an' faith, 1279|An' I'se o' the vera close. 1279|An' yet, whan our cause it's won, 1279|An' we hae won it aright, 1279|Them twa opinions may save us 1279|That's a' written ye know. 130|of the two following poems:-- 130|"A Song in three Parts"--_"The first it is of Love, whose sweet power 130|of charm is imbellished through 130|our thoughts, we pass to a place 130|where love is a god who sways 130|the world that he can rule, 130|He shows the place as he doth shine 1304|and shows the place that he doth sway 1304|are nought to those who dwell 1304|outside of the mind of Love 1304|and the love that by his beams 1304|are illumed. 1304|Here is his seat; here his throne, 1304|whereon he set himself ======================================== SAMPLE 10110 ======================================== 10602|Or in the water fomenting mischief, 10602|Who as he turn'd the wheele, would make a 10602|Fool the while he chok't, to make her sad. 10602|There was a weeke, who of himselfe had made, 10602|Of which (as has been told us before) 10602|The name was Locus and the houshold name, 10602|The more obligingly that it was named 10602|In his owne name, and in his kindred's, 10602|And by his fathers, and by his wives, 10602|Whereby he did as of the house hold; 10602|Whereof the house name, though true to fame, 10602|Was loste when the least name of the same 10602|Was lost among all else, that ever: 10602|Of whom he had his mother name made, 10602|Whilome that she was of Pixles fame. 10602|There was a weeke, whose name was Pynchon, 10602|Who was of his father's name a wether; 10602|And that, as his owne, he of the pyste 10602|Made him that famous manere, and brenne 10602|Of all in Cample, which made him great. 10602|There was a weeke, also, a young man, 10602|A worthy youth in his ownke land; 10602|The witte Pynchon with the wether chose 10602|To have no more respect than a fule: 10602|Which, as his name, was loste of his kille: 10602|But Pynchon gan at any time spille, 10602|Even with his Mother, and a sonele, 10602|And when as the witting of his hond 10602|Was put in his yong maiden to loke, 10602|She took the witter from him; for she 10602|Gavde him it for love, for which he gat, 10602|That he not wantt hir, that in hir stead 10602|He was to her obligingly complayned. 10602|And they the same of these aryse made, 10602|That the same dayes they they brought the list, 10602|In both the houshold; and in the list 10602|The same the same the lorde and ladyes; 10602|And at the listes that next were had, 10602|The same the ladyes their doues did smale, 10602|And at the next were done the lordes, 10602|As here and there the same they counted. 10602|And when it came to the fourth day, 10602|And twenty three loures had been chaunged, 10602|And all was over, they returned againe; 10602|The same the same, the same, the same: 10602|And thus they fared, these, I, and the lorde. 10602|Now were the list to reherse my paine 10602|Within this my melancholy case, 10602|Whilest I see how that my griefe growes, 10602|Because thereof my paine increaseth; 10602|Thus was my sorrow maket of gane, 10602|Because my griefe was doubled thereby. 10602|Therefore, ye ladies, thus I pray, 10602|Ye ladies fayre, by this my lyfe, 10602|Ye ladies, hence, from hence away, 10602|For this my trouble it increares. 10602|And as herein I spieke, now shall I fynde, 10602|My lyfe to sing for to conclude. 10602|But see me dauncing in my ryght pryde. 10602|Seytys, ye men of powre, make way on ground*. 10602|And see how hir fayre shynys doe appeare, 10602|In their good hansym, to my sore heste reare, 10602|That my wits may hemselven for to rewe. 10602|My lyfe, my lyfe, my love, my best of hewe, 10602|Which long time hath been mine owne fere, 10602|Now is disprayned, and is gan to flye 10602|To my blis: so all my wittes ======================================== SAMPLE 10120 ======================================== 1279|Aye lichtly wyld, 1279|My ain dear me! 1279|And deil hae I to gie my lane, 1279|And deil hae I to gie my lane! 1279|Oh! where are ye goin', Mary, 1279|And where are ye gaun, Mary? 1279|Ye're nae in my debt, Mary, 1279|And ay, I'm doun her. 1279|For nane but me, Mary, 1279|Here's nane but me, Mary; 1279|I'm thair, as they sae gane, 1279|Whilk I was hame, aye. 1279|Come, maun I gang o'er the blue? 1279|Come, maun I gang o'er the blue? 1279|I winna say mae, Mary, 1279|Nor yet sherb braid am I, Mary: 1279|Than courtin' frae a' that wan, 1279|A' that was fair at hame, 1279|A' mair, and mair o' that were wan, 1279|They're laith to me and thee. 1279|But aye in auld Scotia's breast 1279|Anither is a part, a part; 1279|And fain my ain fair wad join 1279|The auld saft wamed folks amang. 1279|Tho' a' were but beggars a', 1279|They'd gang to the hand o' a man; 1279|And my ain dear sake, if heaven 1279|Sodderie his lanely store, 1279|It were nae wonder my dear, 1279|An' all an' lasting dear, 1279|My ain dear Jesse, was denied 1279|O what were my waes to me, 1279|E'er I saw his shape so fair! 1279|There is nae joy like a blossom 1279|On a bonie berry, 1279|As I gaed to the bush to pluck my daisy, 1279|and a large bonie flower.] 1279|My heart will be freezin' like the lark, 1279|While my Mary sings: 1279|My heart will aye be singin' as cheerie 1279|As ony rose to the e'e; 1279|As we pass 'mang the daisies a' in the dells, 1279|My dizzen Mary. 1279|Ye're welcome hame, my lassie, and a bonie pair o' wee; 1279|I'll never gie Gael a' her name, 1279|I'll never gie Gael a' her name, 1279|If I couldna shy awa. 1279|An' ye're welcome hame, my lassie, 1279|And a bonie pair o' wee; 1279|O dona think, ye're welcome hame, my little lassie! 1279|Ye're welcome hame, my lassie, 1279|And a bonie pair o' wee. 1279|I will no buy nor sell, O Bess, 1279|No bid a word to thoo, O Bessie, 1279|I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie 1279|But I'll buy a braw new sword, O Bessie. 1279|And I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie, 1279|To thee, and to thy neck, O Bessie, 1279|It is not lang I hae penc'd it; 1279|But I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie, 1279|Till a' my termes I've gien it, O Bessie. 1279|And I winna buy nor sell, O Bessie, 1279|Till a' my termes I've gien it, O Bessie. 1279|She's never my ain, I vow, 1279|She's never my ain o' mine; 1279|Nae mair I winna woo her, 1279|But I'll buy a bonie new ha' 1279|And I winna buy a bonie new ha' 1279|That nae head daur I sell, O Bessie, 1279|But ======================================== SAMPLE 10130 ======================================== 27333|My soul was full of grief and tender sighs 27333|As I walked through the city in my shroud, 27333|Sobbing in the heat and in the dark, 27333|The cold wind caressed my hair with kisses sweet, 27333|And my heart beat quick as a drum in a festival-- 27333|Then suddenly, as all the world shall boast, 27333|The world laughed at us and we loved it then, 27333|The world did not grieve at our parting as it has done 27333|Since we parted the night we never could tell. 27333|And I saw the lights of the city rise, 27333|I heard the music of words that were sweet, 27333|As I took in the love that lives in a name, 27333|And made it my song like a clarionet-- 27333|_Here lie the dead!-- 27333|Here lie the brave! 27333|Here lie the music-makers! 27333|Here lies the dreamer and singer!_ 27333|Long, long ago my dreams of love 27333|Grew dim with fear and with shame and doubt; 27333|I looked in vain for fair ones there. 27333|But here am I once more, at last, 27333|At last with hands divinely filled, 27333|And lips that have spoken at last. 27333|And I kiss my Love's golden head 27333|As she weeps away the pain in rhyme.-- 27333|_Here lies the dead!--_ 27333|The stars of the night and the stars of the day, 27333|The stars of the years in your eyes of blue, 27333|The flowers that hang white and sweet above 27333|Your feet in the dew on the lawn that's made bare-- 27333|The fairies of every fairyland 27333|Dance on the grass and toss their snow-white flowers. 27333|Oh, give me the white of your face to kiss, 27333|The white of your breast and the white of your hair, 27333|The white of the flowers that white and green 27333|With fragrant white petals meet the light of day. 27333|And I'll give you the white of your throat and hand, 27333|And the white of your face as your life grows old. 27333|The white of my soul as it grows old, 27333|But it is the white of your soul alone. 27333|White, white, white of eyes and white of hair, 27333|White of the sun that I dreamed of as a boy 27333|White as the gold of the grass where the sun leaps green, 27333|And the white of my song, my love, I'll give you. 27333|Red in the blue above you, 27333|Red in the blue below you, 27333|Red where the shadows hang down, 27333|And yellow of the shadows white. 27333|Red where the weeds are white. 27333|Green where the shadows lean, 27333|Green where the sunbeams pass, 27333|And brown where the flowers are set in the lawn. 27333|Green where the grasses are growing, 27333|Blue at your side still shining, 27333|Shining where the shadows are, 27333|Shadowing where the dew is falling, 27333|Falling where the shadows lie 27333|On the lawn where the shadows stand 27333|Like a golden mantle of love. 27333|Yellow for their hair and black and brown, 27333|Green for their skirts of green and gold, 27333|Gray for the gold and black, and yellow and red. 27333|_O for the white of your face to kiss, 27333|White of your hand to hold and caress, 27333|White of the moon you would meet, 27333|Red of the roses dropping red._ 27333|O white in the blue above me, 27333|Red in the blue below me, 27333|Red where the shadows hang down,-- 27333|Red where the weeds are white. 27333|Fading for their feet in grasses, 27333|For their lips in the grasses white, 27333|Dying for a place in the shadows there, 27333|White of the moon in the night of a spring. 27333|Dying with her white of moonrise, 27333|White of the roses dropping red, 27333|White ======================================== SAMPLE 10140 ======================================== 15370|T' other man, if I'd been half so brave. 15370|I was just finishing my tea, that's all, 15370|And my legs were rather cramped--I was beat-- 15370|When, all a-tiptoe, in air, the thing went-- 15370|So--I'm all "pats around the knees" for truth! 15370|A great big, little, half-whiskey, gilly-flay, 15370|With a porter's barrel and a baker's yeast in't, 15370|With his nose in a nut, I must own 15370|A poor but honest chap, 15370|Who was pretty well earned of love, 15370|And a fair amount of beer. 15370|And he thought he'd see a little show, 15370|And get drunk by himself: 15370|Which he did, I declare and make 15370|I quite understood. 15370|He had a gun--not a knife, 15370|With which man can contend; 15370|If he does, good Lord, it's a gawk! 15370|What a shame it would be! 15370|The poor gun-smith could not stand, 15370|Not to tell the truth I've seen, 15370|Any more than he can his shoes, 15370|At that very thing. 15370|When, lo, there came this little fellow, 15370|And said: "Gentleman, pray why 15370|Should my name a-sprach in't? 15370|You've got a strange gun! I know 15370|There's much in't that I'd like, 15370|But what about your cartridge? 15370|You're too loose in't; 15370|I'll hold my fire, and you shall win 15370|By jolt of my hand, I vow, 15370|Ere you get past a 'dinger 15370|E'er of this kind. 15370|"Now, that's one way, and that's the way! 15370|As long as there's a gun, I vow, 15370|Of all we put in't; 15370|And I'll keep you back, by my feat." 15370|"Oh! no, that would I, and would I do't," 15370|(The poor old gun-smith cried); 15370|"So, take you my cartridge, and go, 15370|It's not in't to you. 15370|"If you'll hold your fire, it shall not fail 15370|Your purpose is best, 15370|But take you mine, and do't go in 15370|With such a look. 15370|"And ere that cartridge come to pass, 15370|Be sure you've fit it, and aye, 15370|That cartridge's in't, and well I know't! 15370|Now when you come to me at last, 15370|That cartridge or so, 15370|You'll find the barrel screwed up tight, 15370|As that's to show." 15370|Then 'twas just the way his will prevailed, 15370|And he made it good law 15370|'Twas a great and happy deal 15370|To see that little wight 15370|Somewhere look like himself in fine 15370|As he was gunning around. 15370|His arm was all along the street, 15370|His boots all shone red, 15370|His knife hung from his vest-coat pocket, 15370|His pistol slid from bed, 15370|And so, with a noble smile on 'is moustache, 15370|He strutted up to town. 15370|There was neither eye nor hair, he thought, 15370|So they thought him well within bounds, 15370|'Till at last a little lawyer 15370|Made inquiry of the landlord. 15370|"I have not heard at all," said that landlord, 15370|"What is your business with Mr. Tuck." 15370|"I'm not your man," said the little man, 15370|"But I've the right to be your guide, 15370|If you wish not to go upon tour." 15370|The landlord looked like an old cat, 15370|And he took the "little black shoes" 15370|(Old black shoes without toe) 15370|Away in his ======================================== SAMPLE 10150 ======================================== 37804|'Gainst me, the power of Love. 37804|'I thought you too could bear 37804|The burden of your fate, O Queen: 37804|But now to-day I seem to see 37804|Love can not suffer long. 37804|'Nought but the grave, however old, 37804|Hath power to lift you down, O Queen, 37804|And bring you back to-day. 37804|'I see a woman, fair as spring, 37804|I see a woman, bright as day; 37804|Now both of these fail you may say, 37804|And I, from youth to age, 37804|'Tis pity, that an hour like this 37804|Be wasted o'er in sighs, O Queen, 37804|To see you, that have so often sain 37804|Your heart, lift one poor sigh. 37804|To die of grief, by grief, 37804|I was an empty shell,-- 37804|And yet of grief no more. 37804|My grief at last 'tis overthrown, 37804|I feel my heart 37804|And all its sorrows heal. 37804|I saw the sky 37804|Grew dark and gloomy, where 37804|A naked man lay dead. 37804|But I was not; 37804|The man 'twas mine, 37804|The woman's; yet from me 37804|He saw the dawn. 37804|When men look o'er their shoulder, 37804|And see the face 37804|All love and anger bereave, 37804|And think that guilt has found 37804|Their love, or grief 37804|Hath taken love away; 37804|When the red leaves of their season, 37804|Rush to the stem, 37804|And the little spring is born; 37804|When the wistful bird of May 37804|Is born again, 37804|And all is done for ever, 37804|'Twas so with his love. 37804|I had been dead 37804|A hundred years 37804|Before he found me, 37804|Lay asleep or dreaming, 37804|A naked man. 37804|He laid his hand upon me-- 37804|My life-day, my flower, 37804|And, 'neath his kiss, 37804|My heart grew whole again. 37804|Now, he is dead, 37804|In foreign land; 37804|One of the living who has died 37804|Should know well 37804|What is the life of love. 37804|I have been waiting long, 37804|I have been silent long, 37804|I have been waiting for this man, 37804|And all my heart was full 37804|For one word alone. 37804|'Twas just the one word, 37804|And the one word was all. 37804|'Twas the woman who hath borne to me 37804|Love that hath been most dear, 37804|Who hath loved the world so well, 37804|She is very old. 37804|Nought has she of it made to do 37804|So there's no need for her, 37804|Save that she heard a whisper 37804|"Send up the child" 37804|And the whisper made her glad 37804|And she wrote the word, 37804|That on the little child he gave 37804|The world should be done for ever, 37804|And, the world's curse ended, 37804|The one word, 37804|'Tis all she could, 37804|And it is written so. 37804|Then it is all the same to me, 37804|So I had no mind 37804|Save for that word, 37804|Love's book is not done, 37804|Nor are the words, 37804|Nought in all my years of dreams but dreams 37804|To be filled with love. 37804|There were two little sisters once, who with a smile 37804|Stood by an Eastern window-thatch, and watch'd the moon 37804|Pass by, and listen to the bat's soft silver pipe: 37804|For in a far-off garden-land, the moon was like two 37804|Big, round hands reaching out to touch the ceiling. 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 10160 ======================================== 13650|And you thought you was going to die! 13650|"Oh, my dear Tomo! oh, my! is it you?" 13650|"Oh, no, Tomo--don't be fidgety and pale!" 13650|"It is just what you were when a boy, 13650|And very like you are now to be." 13650|"My dear, very much you are like me." 13650|"How do I like you, then?" said Tomo. 13650|"How shall I like you, then?" 13650|"How shall I like you?" 13650|And Tomo cried. 13650|"Oh, my dear Tomo! oh, my! you are so dear! 13650|I have no more things to tell you." 13650|"All the same--the same?" 13650|"Indeed, indeed." 13650|(Here a sigh of sympathy is interposed.) 13650|Now Tomo had nothing to say. A little girl 13650|Had come to visit him, and she said to Tomo,-- 13650|"I'm your mother, my son--oh, my! how kind is she!" 13650|"What do you mean?" 13650|"That I should be your mother. I am Tomo's mother; 13650|I am the real one, and that's Miss Ochiu,--you see--" 13650|"My son!" said Tomo. "That's very well; but who's Miss Ochiu,--" 13650|"Oh, no, not Miss Ochiu! that never was my name." 13650|"Then you haven't come back to know what's what. You know 13650|You're Tomo--oh, Tomo! you see that Tomo's Tomo." 13650|"I know, I know!" said Tomo, "I'm very sorry to have made you 13650|believe 13650|That you are not Tomo." 13650|Oh, Tomo, what a pity 13650|Your eyes are so blue, and yet 13650|So terribly fond of weeping! 13650|And I have told you many things, 13650|And you never care to listen! 13650|I've said that I often sleep 13650|With tired Tomo in my hair, 13650|That there he sits and chats away 13650|In the cool shady under the bed. 13650|I never thought to tell you this-- 13650|I'm sorry I did! Oh, Tomo, listen! 13650|I've brought you some of my best sweets, 13650|Which you have laid upon your lap. 13650|I've brought you my pretty pictures, 13650|Stiff and delicious as wax: 13650|I wish you could take them all, 13650|And look them over, and smile. 13650|And then--like me--you would say, 13650|'Oh, look, what a silly boy am I! 13650|I wonder what to do with me; 13650|Oh, look!--but look at me all! 13650|I wonder what my nose would be 13650|When it has figured all to pi!' 13650|I know I should be able to talk. 13650|But I'm afraid to--Oh, Tomo! 13650|Your face, just now, was as soft as wax! 13650|But come, you naughty, beautiful child, 13650|Oh, take that ugly ugly thing away! 13650|It made my heart and head so sore, 13650|This little Tomo crying tears; 13650|I knew he'd look at them, yes, sure, 13650|For I must get them away from here! 13650|Ah, Tomo!--a thousand pleasures shew! 13650|And then--I don't know what to say; 13650|Why, what would little children want? 13650|I wonder what I'd eat for breakfast! 13650|I've brought them in my little basket, 13650|And I'll feed them and talk awhile,-- 13650|And then I'm sure to be hungry. 13650|Come, let us take the best of luncheon; 13650|Your little feet are soft, and soft! 13650|Your little fingers are so soft! 13650|Your eyes are so soft and deep! 13650|Your little mouth is so soft! 13650|Come, ======================================== SAMPLE 10170 ======================================== 20|So long as men have power to look on Me; 20|And in the sight of him to whom I am 20|All light and air, tho' made of flesh indeed, 20|Though to behold that which I look on not 20|Is hard; yet since I have thee in possession 20|I cannot well refuse thee what thou pleasst. 20|What help has thy Submission to me told? 20|What comfort, what assistance canst thou give? 20|In me am I not fast bound, and my eyes 20|See not that iustness of Right which is my due? 20|And canst thou not at once complain to me 20|Of such short occupancy of thy Space, 20|Because I took all in me to support 20|Thy House, reserving thy Supply beneath 20|The spacious Centre of so ample a Place, 20|And left thee on thy Shoulder, thy bread beneath 20|The hand of brutish man, thy Shelter left 20|In darkness when I went alone at large 20|To seek and find not what I sought above? 20|Why then complainest thou of thy excessive 20|Contention, which with thee to intrench 20|Is what I have confined? Why then complainest thou 20|Of so short occupancy, thou who more 20|And happier do enjoyst than I do now 20|The enjoyments which I now give over? 20|To whom thus Michael. May it please thee then 20|That while I look on thee with such regard, 20|As thou deemest fit, to grant my wish I try. 20|Yet, since thou seem'st disposed to retain 20|Thee present and past Lives, both here and there, 20|My question to thy Disposition leave, 20|And come to Sense, or to thy Desire, to Me. 20|But thou, depart not on thy Concubine, 20|Whom by foul oppression to be bought 20|At such high price, as I do well apprehend. 20|Not so with me: I never sought to get 20|My Hedgens, or to sell him, or to give 20|My husband Hire, for Pay and Not for Price; 20|But whatsoe'er thou would'st, am not disseised 20|By favour; I hold it in no least Vice 20|To contract Loves, Fond remembruders of loved, 20|In Bad Matters make no difference: if so, 20|Go, tell the women that have been my Husbands, 20|Tell them to go, and tell the men they are 20|To go likewise; but tell not by whom hid, 20|Let them abide so long on this side Never, 20|That I may taste of age, or else attain 20|Long since what I covet, and be rich beyond all: 20|O tell them both, "Lo, my second Son, 20|The image of thy Son, the nature of God 20|In him has crested thee as He in me?" 20|Say that thou dost not know, but I can tell; 20|Yet would'st thou not; but how canst thou withhold 20|Fulfilment, seeing thou hast asked me now? 20|Since first my knowledge wast of Him revealed, 20|In him have I brought Search and Revelation; 20|And all that I have learnt of him, I hold 20|Composed of Love, as you will find, and free 20|From all Unquiet Thought, all Indecision, 20|All Sensitive to all things, without Expression, 20|Affect, or Desire, but all in one intense 20|Source of Intense Motion, potent to bind 20|All opposites to One common Source, and mingle 20|All Intelligible Impossibilities, 20|Thing and Fashion, to one end and purpose brought, 20|That is, to mould and fashion man into Good. 20|My Judgment yet must needs be blind; yet see 20|Me Beauty; I desire neither Fruit, nor Rand, 20|Nor aught ought to rise from Nature, but such 20|As falls to my proper use, and from my Will 20|Result, or fromth' excellent Creator Speech, 20|Who, in his bounty as he findeth use, 20|Springing from good may ill bestir him for to 20|A Giver, and without want become a tributary 20|Of evil to a tributary, and so 20|Develope or refresh the t ======================================== SAMPLE 10180 ======================================== May I not then to thee seem worthy to give 26|Gifts of my soul, the which thou dost bring so far? 26|So God hath pow'r, but not his presence to prove 26|Absolute Truth, but fables it, fable false 26|What caus'd so sore afflict us long ago? 26|That I know not--I am sick at heart, and cry, 26|To him who rul'd in council at the first, 26|If he hath power of all I am but dust, 26|Then I consent he hath more, though I deny 26|E'en half; this full transmutacioun is thine. 26|I grant him that; and he is worthy; for his hand 26|In time of warriours was not unsequ alloy'd 26|To lay most tollable hands on men of mine; 26|And though they heute him less cruel then they are 26|Now, and to hear his sentence I desire, 26|Yet in his power I fear me; since he taketh now 26|My brother, and this realm is wholly his, 26|My realm is in his hand, if that he will, 26|And shall he so abuse it? who can give back 26|To him my love, if he be false of heart? 26|So pray'd I, nor did he thenceforth refuse 26|To be my true suzerain; but (so beware!) 26|Or I my fair one will on thee investrit 26|Upon my liege, and thou mayst be a Queen, 26|And thou mayst rule my body, if thou wilt 26|Forbear to be a Queen, my heart! to do so 26|Shall be the blame of woman, who is nought 26|But a temperance unto manly burthension. 26|So spake the fickle god, and so began 26|That which I wist, I should not our argoud fit; 26|So prayed I for my safety; and my pleas 26|My suzerain denied; but when his orders were 26|To lay him low, and all the world to ffit, 26|He took me by the hand, and bade me go; 26|And from my chamber out I went, and found 26|My body in woe, my soule all gone; 26|But that he might not, he made me go in, 26|A room reserved for such, who wer't justified; 26|So I upon a bed of palmes am laid, 26|And furbished in such state, as when I came 26|Unto my Lord, my husband, saith my sweet: 26|Be so thou livest, for now is grown anon 26|My time of life quite close, and I must bee 26|A lambe, for I must leave my husband dead.-- 26|As I have shewn thee, dost thou so also?-- 26|For if thy soule be to wane at all, 26|It soon will be at last, if thou be not 26|Mansuasour, my sweet, who was my lif: 26|Till which time thou shalt live as lambe dies; 26|But I will cast thee out, nor have thee in, 26|Until thy body be with fire fit 26|To burn; and then the fire of thy soule 26|I will contented be, the which I do 26|Delay to take thee out of life, until 26|Thou tell if that thou hast heard of me, 26|And whether I live or die to thee? 26|To whom thus Eve, With grief full bitter pressed. 26|Glad am I! had I but known that day, 26|When first he took me from his gentle side! 26|But I behold him now in such a plight, 26|I hardly count what hap I had of mee: 26|I saw him then, and as I sat a child, 26|In meek humility meekly bowed. 26|Yet now he does me wrong, and with reproof 26|Shall harrass me hence, I useto pass, 26|As erst he harrassed, whom his anger fired; 26|I would he had me laid in some old urn, 26|And burned with fire, so he might never know. 26|To summa: Evil and good must be contending, 26|And must unite to good; which having gain'd, ======================================== SAMPLE 10190 ======================================== 1382|Falls in the day, to rise again to be 1382|And I am blind, or I am full of wine, 1382|To the old place of death; to lie at night 1382|Hear the bird cry in the leafless tree, 1382|To the dead day; or see the sun sink slow, 1382|In the green. Ah, to die this side the light! 1382|'Tis the last place for me. 1382|I am sure you remember. 1382|The green-leafed bough of the poplar tree 1382|Is like a face 1382|Where the dark cheek of a lady's is pure. 1382|All the world is gone. 1382|I have lived my life, but not my hour. 1382|The old time set the bell of the day 1382|Upon the heart of man and wife. 1382|You will understand? 1382|The day of years that is not spent 1382|Is not the one-peopled world at hand, 1382|The black-robed people, the blind, 1382|Who are watching for the hour of light. 1382|The night is the soul's distress 1382|Because it watches till the day of doom. 1382|They have their joy, 1382|We have ours. 1382|We have we whom we cannot spare to be. 1382|Let us have all. 1382|And see, the world is silent and drugged. 1382|I see the man of them; they lie 1382|As lilies by the wind, 1382|As trees in the forest of the dawn, 1382|As birds in a dance, as flowers by the river. 1382|They have our pleasure. 1382|And when they fall from us, we remember. 1382|They died, and were buried. 1382|We had to have them dead in us, 1382|Not of us. 1382|What should we have? 1382|A world of darkness with no thought. 1382|It may be their last breath is breath, 1382|No eyes look back to tell us: why, 1382|They laugh and die. 1382|Why? 1382|They lived and lived: to know all, why not we? 1382|We have our share; as many as they; 1382|For whom the world began, who know all? 1382|I am the spirit of man's life; 1382|He is the spirit of the world: 1382|Neither the heart of either was mine. 1382|I have not understood, I wish to weep. 1382|I have not understood. 1382|I was a thing that moved but felt not: 1382|I shall not understand how the body could be alive. 1382|I am the world of thoughts: they are but shades: 1382|His is the world of things, no less: 1382|Neither be I of them, or they of me. 1382|I saw the soul arise, 1382|And saw the body grow; 1382|I saw myself as a cloud in mid-air, 1382|But knew it not, for I was I, 1382|As the spirit is and the body is: 1382|I was the spirit of him, 1382|He was the spirit of her. 1382|The body had but breath, 1382|I had the spirit's heart. 1382|What has she done? 1382|She died: as the spirit dies: 1382|We did not know it was dead. 1382|I thought she was a flower 1382|That would bloom on the tomb, 1382|But it is the spirit of her: 1382|I had the soul she had. 1382|I saw the world's light, 1382|And knew not I was blind: 1382|I knew her life was light, 1382|That would not let it dew. 1382|The soul, I know, 1382|Woke as the sun in night, 1382|And smote the earth to life, 1382|And smote the air to health, 1382|And smote man to his mind. 1382|The body saw not sight, 1382|Nor saw the soul see truth. 1382|I was the spirit of him, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 10200 ======================================== May be it, if so be, 24869|Thy words are true when you say them: 24869|For now, O Bráhmans, all my sense 24869|Is faint with pleasure.” 24869|In deep contentment each contained 24869|His every sense, 24869|And each to visions dark and deep 24869|Filled with delight. 24869|So from my soul was Ráma freed 24869|Till love and joy 24869|Myself had won, and all the love 24869|With which my bosom glowed. 24869|Soon as my Queen’s decree 24869|Had kept the vows he plighted, 24869|The saintly Sítá I embraced 24869|My noble bridegroom, loved by all 24869|With equal love, and to my sire 24869|Blessed his last rites. 24869|He, in the presence of a crowd 24869|That followed Ráma to the woods, 24869|Besought by all, and in a blaze 24869|Where all might mark, that I the dame 24869|Would leave my home and seek the bowers 24869|That so my duty bade. 24869|The king my noble father’s son 24869|With favourate words his daughter wooed; 24869|And thus he besought her: “My child, 24869|For thee and thine the promise keep: 24869|Nor to-morrow will my will 24869|Impart to thee a wish to change.” 24869|Then did the youth the promise keep, 24869|And thus the damsel he besought: 24869|“Kauśalyá, thou my darling, now 24869|Bid Ráma to his village go. 24869|Kauśalyá shall his boon be, 24869|Whose eyes have nursed his boyhood’s trust: 24869|With favouring words thy lips shall move, 24869|And freely thus his favour speak.” 24869|Thus besought the dame as to request 24869|A few few short days to come, 24869|Who, ’twas all this Ráma to unite, 24869|She gave as his own, and pledged himself 24869|To bind her in her marriage bands. 24869|’Twas thus the king and prince in her 24869|Besought her so to wed that she 24869|Had pledged her to marry Prince Ráma, 24869|And made her swear the same to do. 24869|But as the boon the maid he pressed, 24869|In silence to the people cried: 24869|“Forget thy vow, thine promise, and be 24869|That maid whose promise, good in deeds, 24869|Thou, royal lady, didst not plight.” 24869|Thus Ráma swore, and to and fro 24869|To all his people girt them: 24869|To them, he trusted, his return, 24869|The Vánar chief would make complete. 24869|Then from her home, he bade her bring 24869|The bride, to live with him alone, 24869|Whom he with Lakshmaṇ in the grove 24869|As well as with her lord as queen. 24869|Him the dear couple, with the aid 24869|Of all the aids his race had owned, 24869|Kauśalyá’s home, with rites and prayer, 24869|On the seventh day of Míthilá spent. 24869|Then Ráma and his spouse went forth 24869|With the nine kings of old and new(602) 24869|To Káma’s mighty ground to war, 24869|To conquer and deluge earth 24869|With slaughter of the Rákshas foe. 24869|They found not there her son, that man 24869|Of virtue and of valour famed. 24869|They saw her weeping for her son, 24869|Fierce Ráma of the noble race. 24869|And so, at length, they bade him seek 24869|A place in forest canopy. 24869|And there, on Ráma, Lakshmaṇ, thine, 24869|The king began to build a wall. 248 ======================================== SAMPLE 10210 ======================================== 21009|The people with her--she is the same as ever. 21009|No matter what the country, 21009|She comes to town 21009|With a smile on her smiling face, 21009|With a voice as clear as a bell. 21009|She is like the sea-birds 21009|That sail round in a mass 21009|With an eye on their bread, their water, and their nest; 21009|For they have never a thought about a grave 21009|Or a wife in a cell. 21009|She has lived as the people do; 21009|A free woman and honest, 21009|With hearts that were brave, 21009|And eyes as bright as the sun, 21009|And soul no longer dull. 21009|Yet she would not be a bride 21009|To a rude lord who comes from far, 21009|With a wife beside like a cloud! 21009|Or a man who comes a slave 21009|To strip the bare stone of a slave, 21009|With a blood-stained face on the work. 21009|She is the woman you knew 21009|When he was good-- 21009|With the smile that was light as a flow 21009|As he peeps o'er the wall, 21009|With the heart as light as the foam on the wave, 21009|With the voice and the eye 21009|Like the singing stars above 21009|When they speak of something great. 21009|That is the man you know-- 21009|That man is true 21009|When there is no doubt. 21009|His blood is like milk, 21009|Like milk is his breath, 21009|Like snow is his hand, 21009|Like wind is his heart. 21009|That is the man you know, 21009|And the name he says 21009|Is as sweet as the sun, but warmer 21009|As warm, I swear, 21009|As the warmth of his words. 21009|I used to think him a strange child, 21009|But now I know 21009|That the man has made this sweet creature 21009|Of his care and plan. 21009|He has fixed a name for her that's pure 21009|As the fountain flows 21009|In a mountain-brake of snow: 21009|Let him call her then, 21009|Because the name of love 21009|Is an art of language; though her eyes 21009|Be as clear as the day, 21009|And her brows be so beautiful I know 21009|That she wants to shine. 21009|Let the man call her then, 21009|Since the name of love 21009|Is an art of language; though her eyes 21009|Be as clear as the day, 21009|And her brows be so beautiful I know 21009|She wants to shine! 21019|In the days of John Endicott, the Earl of Anconnel, 21019|There was a Lady A. was passing quite in the town; 21019|And the folks in the squares made her the queen of all the town. 21019|She went round with a smile and she went with a nod, and she 21019|went up to her friends and said--_Now, wha- 21019|keeps bringing it over here to A?_ 21019|_I've got my lancer's lance to avenge me, whi- 21019|what shall I think of you?_ 21019|The first he sheathed it in his strong hand, and the next 21019|he sheathed it in his strong hand and she went up to him. 21019|_Wha- shall I wed wha- 21019|knows the reason why?_ 21019|The first she took him by the hand and the second she 21019|kicked him and she shewed him to his feet, and the 21019|third she sheathed it in his strong hand and the 21019|fourth she kicked him and she shewed him to his feet. 21019|And a-riding in the town, it chanced upon a wood, 21019|A maiden, her name was A. 21019|The tree-tops were red and the branchy tops were set 21019|with berries in June; 21019|The maiden went o'er the green and through the glade, 21019|And ======================================== SAMPLE 10220 ======================================== 1030|For to take that life which was to be his. 1030|We had a new Bill of Mortgages, 1030|And as we had no money, 1030|They stole half the Goods upon honde, 1030|And made a new Bill of Mortgages. 1030|And now the King has come out of his Tower, 1030|To take what's left there; 1030|I pray God his Grace protect both parties, 1030|At his return he'll be a Partaker. 1030|We had a Bill of Suffrages 1030|It passed by a much larger margin; 1030|We had it ere the King came in atque, 1030|For the sake of the poor he had nothing. 1030|A Bill of Longinues for the State 1030|For a long series of kings. 1030|They'd be a new Regal Gazetteer, 1030|And the King himself to be Queen. 1030|And now the King will be a Partaker 1030|And the poor he'll be to-day. 1030|This work, 'I see Thee, Sire, where I am.' 1030|When the King is at the Tabard, 1030|And the King is in the Temple, 1030|And the poor are out of their graves, 1030|And out of their graves (hearken to me) 1030|The poor shall go to the tomb. 1030|And now the King is come across the sea 1030|To show his Majesty, and tell them 1030|The way with the Emperour 1030|Is oo it will never be with them. 1030|The way of the Kings is hard on the poor, 1030|They're a bad regal tribe, 1030|Though rich to please our fancy 1030|The poor man and the King 1030|Must part with what they can get. 1030|The poor man may keep a yard, 1030|The poor man may have an acre; 1030|That's oozy in a pint, 1030|The poor man may work for his bread; 1030|A pretty house may live 1030|Upon a grain of corn. 1030|Who's God? Who is the Christ? 1030|He is good and great, 1030|But who is God but a King? 1030|He is God, but a devil 1030|At the heart of man; 1030|To work us a devil's will 1030|The damned have no place 1030|But where King Herod bids them, 1030|The devil goes where King John 1030|To preach the word of grace. 1030|He comes from heaven, he goes down here, 1030|By the green hand of sea; 1030|The little ships must needs 1030|Bend the stern necks of all that come. 1030|King John is a great man, 1030|His name is a seal; 1030|That little ship that went down there 1030|No ship can be lost. 1030|But all the other ships 1030|Are lost in the deep; 1030|God knows where they will find him, 1030|To his shame or glory. 1030|The little ships have found him, 1030|The little ships must go down there, 1030|The ships are too great for him; 1030|But God will find him at last 1030|Where the Little Christ did die. 1030|The Little Christ is come again, 1030|And we are quite at home; 1030|He has taken the little ships 1030|And put them on his ship, 1030|And the ship that stayed at home 1030|Is gone down in disgrace. 1030|And that is good enough for us, 1030|For the little ships are here; 1030|And we have much more money 1030|Than the big ships can spend. 1030|For we are all here for one thing, 1030|That is but to be free; 1030|To preach and pray and sing, 1030|And to be as perfect slaves 1030|As are to be received. 1030|Then come, ye Poor, come, come, my dears, 1030|And let us preach and pray; 1030|Our King is come from heaven, 1030|For the souls that we have ======================================== SAMPLE 10230 ======================================== 29345|We're all on a roll again. This is as big a game: 29345|The first half is all up the hill, the second in the plough-- 29345|This is what happens, this is what happens, 29345|Our last couple months, our last month of this run-- 29345|We're going off at the same time. You know my work: 29345|I can pick my thing at nine o'clock--let the rest count. 29345|You've worked at the farm the best your time will serve. 29345|You see, 29345|Every season is the same: the first seven years 29345|Have seen many changes. Our crop's up, and so, of course, 29345|We cannot have peace; 29345|It has its time 29345|At times when we are slow, and, of course, we are at best 29345|As many failures as we'll make of it, every fall 29345|Is a spring of the flowers--a good time for us. 29345|It takes no genius to be glad, or a talent of mind, 29345|You can smell it in the air, you can trace it in the ground. 29345|You can see it in the way we act when we begin 29345|To show how we will do, or how we would do, or why. 29345|There's little, no doubt of it. You see the old farm as a whole. 29345|We had the least of anything in it, a hundred acres. 29345|But this farm was, and is, a world of work for the rest. 29345|This job of ours is no less: to do, to keep in hand, 29345|To keep the house as it was, the same as it was of old, 29345|To build the farm the way it is, to plant the seed, 29345|And then to take it to the harvest in five, ten, fifteen years. 29345|It is a world of work, of changing seasons and of changes, 29345|The best of any in the field; the best of any in the land; 29345|The best of any in the land--but we are out of it. 29345|We're off to the world of work; a world of strange, unknown things. 29345|Why, we aren't going to keep it long. It'll start in the wrong 29345|hand, it'll start in the wrong hands; all right, this way's the road. 29345|It is an unkind remark and a cheap one, but surely he's mad, 29345|If you've found it. At least he wouldn't say "the same as it was." 29345|For that I'll say no more. At any rate he never had the chance. 29345|"Well--see that there's no chance of that. Just go--go back there; 29345|Let's see. There's the door. I'll help you there; I'm your man." 29345|The door is open, too. Go right into the yard. 29345|A little step and nothing more. Why--let us help him get through,-- 29345|You've got your hand in me somewhere. I shall go after you; 29345|If he will give himself up to this very easy work in waiting 29345|You say his mind's filled, and why it's "just as good as usual"? 29345|I'm not sure I ought to say it's "just as free as a child." 29345|You say his work is never done. I see no sign of it, 29345|And I'd like to know why you let him leave it all to me. 29345|Why, I never knew I'd be a hundred miles away from him 29345|When I first came here,--you and every thing else undone. 29345|I think we've all known you before, and loved you all our lives 29345|And so it is not always "as far as we can reach him." 29345|It's somewhere up ahead, and down again a hundred yards, 29345|It's always "as far as we can do, and then--as far as we will." 29345|You know I can't make any promises for him to be all right 29345|After him,--it's better safe than sorry. 29345|"No," I said, 29345|"We have no idea what it means, and that will never mend. 29345|"The place where we're going ======================================== SAMPLE 10240 ======================================== 3473|Weighed upon me, so that in the darkness, 3473|I was faint, and had no strength to go upon, 3473|And I sank down upon the grass below. 3473|I slept there for a hundred years, 3473|And in that hundred years at last, 3473|I was no longer the same old thing. 3473|I was strong, I was beautiful, 3473|But in that hundred years at last, 3473|Nothing of me but a heap of dust 3473|No longer was dazzling to my eye. 3473|Ah, me! how the years went by! 3473|A month passed--a year must have fled 3473|A fell swoop--a second did arrive, 3473|Which the old one came with his old noise, 3473|And he did strike me with his old brand, 3473|And he did take me to the king's lodging, 3473|Which is in the little town of Mehemet, 3473|Where I said, 'If the house is small or fit, 3473|I am contented while my life doth last, 3473|And, if I could but have what I might yet wish, 3473|I would gladly change and leave my new abode, 3473|Yet I am ashamed in so great a company 3473|To enter so much of them as I do see-- 3473|For I am sick of living in a house, 3473|And I can see a worse than shanty seem 3473|If I enter in the open air; 3473|'Tis I am come to the country-- 3473|I can see no more your lovely face.' 3473|'Why go ye and seek thy death, 3473|O long lost brother, what hast thou done 3473|To me, a stranger, a thoughtless one?' 3473|'We were strangers one another met, 3473|And we loved, and in death we have fallen out. 3473|We loved the love of outward things-- 3473|We loved the world, but it made us two. 3473|'We loved the world for its excesses, 3473|But love was not a gift or boon, 3473|We loved the world for its great excesses, 3473|But our love was the outward, not the good. 3473|Now we have fallen out--not in spite, 3473|But for sorrow--one of us is dead. 3473|'I have suffered long, but never more can bear 3473|To see my life go mournfully by, 3473|So all the thoughts which were my own have met 3473|With bitter tears and faded cheeks. 3473|'To-morrow I forget you all-- 3473|We loved, indeed, but never longer, 3473|I feel they can not make me understand 3473|The words which I have dropped in sorrow o'er.' 3473|I have suffered long--but never more can bear 3473|To see my life go mournfully by, 3473|So all the thoughts which were my own have met 3473|With bitter tears and faded cheeks. 3473|So all the thoughts are scattered in the breeze, 3473|In the dusk that is blown by the South wind, 3473|While night and day we are parting one by one, 3473|And the lamp of the sun is low, 3473|We are still together, and always together, 3473|We are still alone as one. 3473|In the silence that follows the close of day 3473|We are wandering the garden, and all alone; 3473|And where, at midnight, the long-drawn rain drops fall, 3473|And where, on the evening we die, 3473|With the rose which I love, we sit side by side-- 3473|Oh, it is dark to the end. 3473|In the silence that follows the close of day 3473|We are wandering the garden; and all alone, 3473|I with my soul's dreams undefiled, 3473|In the darkness, the stillness, the dreams of the night, 3473|We two who remain; in the dark, 3473|In a still garden, where never a leaf is seen 3473|Of the roses from bloom to blossom past; 3473|We two who abide, and never pass away, 3473|Where love, and hope, and faith endure. 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 10250 ======================================== 13648|And we hope that they will make a man of you! 13648|In the olden time, ere the earth was made, 13648|Man knew not how to grow or to toil, 13648|Yet he reaped what God reaped never earld 13648|Till He said to him, "Thou art fulfilled," 13648|Then the first trees He reaped were men,-- 13648|And their fruit was bread,--for wheat and barley. 13649|It was on the morrow, in the autumnal night, 13649|When the stars were weeping and heaven was wet 13649|With a deep and weary light, 13649|Over the river came the moonlight pale, 13649|Swinging with quiet smile 13649|Down through the purple gloom, 13649|Where clouds were gathering, till they hid the sky, 13649|To where a house a wooden gateway made, 13649|Where the wind blew, and the wind blew, and the wind blew. 13649|'Twas a gray rustic cottis, a mere cottage, built 13649|By a man, of the wind and the rust, 13649|'Twas about six miles from a town in France; 13649|But he called from his mill away, 13649|"The mill is a-goin' to Satchhees Gap, man!" 13649|The mill was a-goin' to Satchhees Gap, 13649|The sky was still, the wind was still, 13649|The clouds were gathering, till the last one flew 13649|Far up as far as eye could see, 13649|High o'er the peaks of France, 13649|And the house a-westward, 13649|It was long ago by the river Nile; 13649|And it was June in Boulogne where I dwelt,-- 13649|Long ago in Boulogne where I grew old. 13649|And in June by the river Nile there grew 13649|A lilac in my father's garden walk. 13649|And as I passed along in the summer time, 13649|As I was straying behind to descry 13649|That lilac growing, a blossom fair 13649|Came out of that lilac bush, 13649|Fluttering to and clinging to the bough, 13649|And bending as I followed her, 13649|Till I thought the air would swallow her 13649|And sink her to the bottom of the stream, 13649|With an eye like a straw in the bottom there, 13649|And a breath like the sighs of the drowned men's sea. 13649|I knew her, I had followed her all day, 13649|And I thought I heard, 13649|Singing as she clung, 13649|But I saw her never at set of sun, 13649|Till after her son had come to the age 13649|That made him speak with that tender tone, 13649|And after that he was dead; and I had 13649|Been happy till then, for I had seen 13649|The child of my heart. 13649|And I said not then, 13649|"Ah!" and she stilled her song, 13649|And I asked not why she bent her song 13649|So to my right, and I said not then, 13649|"Ah!" and the lilac bent again; 13649|And she laughed; and I turned my face 13649|From that dark, and I saw that her laughter 13649|Had made her eyes drunk of their own light; 13649|And I looked away from that lilac-bush, 13649|And I said "Brynhild!" and she fell 13649|As drunk as a dead man's teeth; 13649|And I kissed her as I told thee in tale, 13649|And I kissed her on the lips-- 13649|Ah! as she kissed me then, 13649|The kisses drunk of me made one of two 13649|Feel as I felt in the whole world now; 13649|Ah! so one of them felt,-- 13649|The other I see in the churchyard green; 13649|And if thou wilt be my wedded wife, 13649|Think that I kiss thine eyes to-day 13649|In the light of the sunset, on thy brow; 13649|Think I kiss ======================================== SAMPLE 10260 ======================================== 25153|With that same hand he raised the sword 25153|Which he in days long past had sheath'd, 25153|And he drew it keen from out the sheath 25153|Upon his right hip. 25153|He raised his hand, and in a breath 25153|He shouted with a shout of mirth, 25153|"This is the sword that I have won!" 25153|Then backward, turning suddenly, 25153|He faced the giant in the fight, 25153|And the fight alike he knew; 25153|They had fought together many a fight, 25153|A common hand was common also, 25153|Though both were strangers in it. 25153|They struck where stern faced giants fear 25153|And those who meet are doomed to lose, 25153|But they struck when there was one beside 25153|Who saw not that their hearts were one, 25153|And both were strangers in it. 25153|He struck and he saw the dragon bright, 25153|And he shouted to the dragon small, 25153|Bade him welcome, from his hand dismiss 25153|The fearful weapon and dismiss 25153|The dragon's glare so many a time, 25153|And bow'd him down before him brave, 25153|And towered above all else above him, 25153|The giant of a thousand battle-fields, 25153|Who might but strike at any hour 25153|When all things but the spirit are o'er, 25153|If but the will were granted,--and he took 25153|Whate'er the pay as he would take it. 25153|She turned and took his hand in her own, 25153|And as a woman is, and as free, 25153|And as devoid of fear and guile, 25153|He drew it in again and gave it: 25153|And the woman's brows became bright 25153|With hope as the man's grew bright! 25153|Harmless they faced each other there, 25153|As all things are harmless before 25153|Now when he saw how she trembled and paused, 25153|As he saw the passion in her eyes, 25153|As she turned and fled like a thing that flies, 25153|As a woman flies a lion's teeth flashed 25153|Upon his heart, and he recoiled, 25153|And turned and fled as a woman flies. 25153|She came with the dawn, and she came at noon, 25153|From the dark waters of the shore; 25153|And the white hawser, and the grey ash fan, 25153|And the little sandal-bag she wore 25153|As your mother used to do, were there, 25153|And the painted shells were there, 25153|And the sandals on her feet, 25153|And a silver cresset, and the hair clips 25153|Of violets. 25153|And the watercresses in her hair, 25153|Waved and nodded in the wind, 25153|As she passed along. 25153|But she came not again; and the heart of him 25153|Died like an engine cut away 25153|When the wind was most angry, and a stone 25153|Broke above it. 25153|And the long blue miles about her lay 25153|As a stone laid flat; 25153|And she crossed the place like the shadow of death 25153|That comes when any one's alone 25153|To the place where she fell down from the shore 25153|Where the sea is calm and still. 25153|And I sat and looked on her body there, 25153|Now battered and rent and torn, 25153|And I thought of all the careless days 25153|Before she died, and I cried, 25153|When our house-lamp was dead, 25153|And the lamp we buried under the fern, 25153|And the cresset that hung by the tree, 25153|And the little silver bag,-- 25153|And the little silver cresset,--and myself 25153|That was left in the house, 25153|When our love was new and innocent. 25153|But never a word I said; 25153|It seems to me more cruel, more wild 25153|Than having myself buried under fern 25153|And under that little tree! 25153|I sat alone ======================================== SAMPLE 10270 ======================================== 2620|The dusky flowers, 2620|And every shade, 2620|Thin and fine, 2620|And green as life; 2620|To the shade 2620|Comes the rose 2620|To kiss thy face; 2620|And she, the white rose, 2620|From all the drear world 2620|Come with me now, 2620|Whose lips 2620|Tremble and beat, 2620|And whose eyes 2620|Bask in the light, 2620|Whose bosom glows 2620|In a sweet rest, 2620|Bending low to bless 2620|Thy gentle feet! 2620|When she comes, 2620|White as a dove, 2620|When she comes, 2620|She will give thee 2620|All the world; 2620|And thou wilt take her 2620|In thy arms, 2620|Watching by night, 2620|Where thy mother keeps 2620|Dews that keep thee sweet, 2620|And her arms around thee 2620|Will caress thy waist; 2620|There thou wilt rest, 2620|Lulled by her breath, 2620|While the wind 2620|Silvers the thorn-bushes 2620|Of the mystic wood: 2620|And the pines 2620|Will tell no tale, 2620|While the rose-flush drips 2620|From her sunny face. 2620|When she comes, 2620|White as a dove, 2620|When she comes, 2620|In thy arms, 2620|Rest thee sweet, 2620|Watching by night; 2620|Though life seem to flee, 2620|Lulled by her breath, 2620|I will stay yet, 2620|For my wings 2620|To-day 2620|Are as young as thine; 2620|And though this weary body, 2620|In its weariness, 2620|Troubles my soul, 2620|If thou be with me here, 2620|So shall I bear to see 2620|Thy steps depart, 2620|And my sorrows pass 2620|Blisses and tears, 2620|The sun-shine and the showers! 2620|And my soul shall sing 2620|Unto thy Maker knowes, 2620|As in sleep 2620|I seem 2620|To be 2620|But a bird 2620|In the nest that thou 2620|Hast up thine eyes. 2620|As in the calm 2620|Of a dream, 2620|On thy brow 2620|Sleeps the holy seal 2620|Upon thy head. 2620|As thou dost sleep, 2620|That sleep should be, 2620|So on thy head 2620|Thy watch-chain I 2620|Would give away. 2620|O bright and kind, thou comest from Heaven 2620|To open all the Heavens to me; 2620|But when thou goest to the dust again, 2620|Thou bringest not thy wings again. 2620|O Earth, I will obey thy voice, 2620|Nor put my trust in dead things; 2620|The living stones of Earth shall tell 2620|How frail are mortal things. 2620|A thousand years in the dark grave 2620|I have lain, and have seen the day 2620|When I shall awake and see 2620|Again the green meadows round, 2620|The rosy dawn and the fragrant Sky: 2620|A thousand years in a thousand rings 2620|Shall we watch that crown of golden hair, 2620|The little hand that in my breast 2620|Shall keep my little joys and cares. 2620|Yours is the little love and little trust; 2620|Mine is the mountain air, and I am weak-- 2620|And I shall wake when I am old, 2620|And in my sleep shall see again 2620|The golden morn and the silver Day. 2620|Thy mother, when her child she found, 2620|By a strange star found her to bless, 2620|In a star she clasped her little hands, 2620|And called her by those wond ======================================== SAMPLE 10280 ======================================== 19|And he cried with a roaring voice, 19|"Give o'er the bloody struggle, 19|And let them all in the fire depart! 19|"They are but as worthless as grass blades, 19|And shall be trodden under his feet!" 19|So they fled in terror and pain, 19|Fled in a fright, and were faint and scattered. 19|The mighty man, the Mighty One, 19|Was not angry with them at all; 19|He smiled, he saith, with his smiling eyes. 19|With a nod he turned back his head, 19|And left the lodge, and left them all that way 19|To wail aloud through the wastes of the West, 19|Till their burden sate down in a meadow that lay 19|All bare of birds and the kindly sun. 19|And the weary ones said, "Come, let us go 19|And leave all sorrow behind us; 19|We will gather up the grass blades that lie 19|All cold and dead in the meadow cold and dead." 19|There followed a sound of weeping and wailing, 19|And a sound of lamentation and wail, 19|Through the waste of the West beginning to wane, 19|And it came to the weary men's wondering ears,-- 19|"All is cold in the meadow cold and dead!" 19|Cold on the cold earth all bare and bare 19|The weary men still gazed in despair. 19|And they said, while the tears fell from their eyes,-- 19|"We know that the sun smiles on us still." 19|And then from the lodge there came a moaning 19|And wailing, and wail, and wailing, and wail; 19|And the air grew chill and the stars grew pale, 19|As down the stars the wintry winds sweep. 19|Cold lay the earth in the windy days, 19|Cold on the days where the sun is red; 19|And the weary men gazed in the West, 19|As a crowd of faded faces went by, 19|And they cursed and blasphemed and cried, 19|"The sun is white and the sun is golden, 19|But the weary men have no sun to see." 19|It was autumn in the West, 19|And the sun was warm on the hill, 19|And the berry-bush was blooming fair. 19|Cold lay the earth in the windy days, 19|Cold on the days where the sun is sweet, 19|And the weary men turned from the west, 19|And cursed and cried, and cursed again, 19|"The sun is white, and white is the rose, 19|But the weary men have no sun to kiss." 19|It was autumn in the west, 19|And the sun was hot on the hill, 19|And in came a mighty stormy blast. 19|It was like the storm, it was like the blast. 19|It roared and roared and roared. 19|Then a voice came from the meadow gray, 19|And a face looked from the sky above: 19|"We have heard thee cursed to-day, 19|And the proud sun has no sun to see." 19|It was autumn in the west, 19|And the sun was hot on the hill. 19|And the earth shook as the mighty blast 19|Roared to the meadow and the berry-bush blew; 19|Shivered as the rain in the swaying east 19|Roars, and groans at the blast, and snaps and roars; 19|Earth quakes with the earthquake under the feet. 19|Shivered as the leaves o'ergrowing bolts 19|When the black thunder roars, and rocks recoil: 19|Under the land, the hills quivered black. 19|Under the hill, and overhead, 19|The skies were stormy and wild. 19|Under the land, the wild waves rolled 19|Round the shattered bark of the forest tree, 19|Round the wreck of every living thing; 19|And ever the cry went up through the storm, 19|"The sun is pale, the sun is pale!" 19|It was autumn in the west; 19|And the wind was hot on the hill, 19|And the storm shrieked and heeded not. 19|The heavy night grew worse and worse; 19|And the men were still and faint and cold. 19|But in the stormy ======================================== SAMPLE 10290 ======================================== 1280|Of the same night and the same people 1280|Whom I thought to have slain. 1280|The night falls on the dead, the dead 1280|Were on my feet last night; 1280|I woke, the clock read five at night, 1280|And my heart stood still. 1280|I sat up once and tried to think, 1280|What was it in the air? 1280|The only sound was the sound 1280|Of a bell 1280|And another man, 1280|So I thought to myself, 1280|I'll hunt him down, kill him! 1280|And I raised a terrible cry 1280|Over the hills 1280|And then with a wild and sudden start, 1280|Out of their hiding-holes, the sky 1280|Like a wall of fire, 1280|And the earth went through the air, 1280|The dead men who had lived. 1280|WHEN YOU had lived long, all the world 1280|Was going to war for life. 1280|You went forth to it, the soldiers fought, 1280|But one stood silent. 1280|And this was his hand, 1280|Groping there like a watch upon life's wheel 1280|As it sped onward, 1280|Pitying the soldiers, and going away: 1280|He was silent. 1280|He knew nothing. 1280|I have never seen his smile upon my face, 1280|But I thought, "I have lived too long." 1280|You had died long, too, and all life's dreams had died 1280|Before his eyes opened. 1280|I shall lie awake and see the years, 1280|And know that all my dreams had perished, 1280|And only your hand is touching now 1280|As he presses it upon this white palm. 1280|You were too good to suffer; 1280|When you could have lived and been contented there, 1280|And never thought about your calling. 1280|You were too patient 1280|To waste your strength 1280|In pursuing anything for which you lacked 1280|Time enough for carelessness. 1280|You were too much a part of Nature 1280|To waste your strength 1280|In pursuing anything 1280|For which your strength would have been exhausted 1280|Had you not taken part of her. 1280|You walked in the old fields and woods 1280|With a new soul, 1280|And never stopped to think. 1280|YOU who have watched the moon slowly rise 1280|Under the sky and in my heart for years 1280|Have heard the cry of the great birds at dawn 1280|And heard the voice of the wild things when they woke. 1280|I have loved you more, or perhaps not, 1280|Than you or I, 1280|And all the words in the world might not tell 1280|What years have made me your perfect love. 1280|YOU who have lived in the land in which I have lived 1280|In these years I have seen many things 1280|In the midst of storms 1280|Which I have not seen, 1280|Not as I see them now. 1280|I have seen the wild things in the green groves-- 1280|I cannot ever forget your face, 1280|And the voice you spoke in the wind of the wildwood, 1280|And the joy which you showed in my heart and on Earth 1280|When you strove to save a little child 1280|From the pangs of birth. 1280|YOU have taught me so much life, love, love-- 1280|You have made me the little, noble, beautiful thing-- 1280|And all of my life 1280|Is mine by right of being. 1280|And now I am going away. 1280|I shall lie beside the blue-sea 1280|Where in the dawn of my life the waters beat. 1280|I shall look to the sea and the sky, 1280|And the many waves 1280|Whisper me of things. 1280|I shall watch the sea-birds swim and glide, 1280|Like a flame of the soul, 1280|Above the reef of the world like a lark. 1280|When you leave me, go back to me alone 1280|And ======================================== SAMPLE 10300 ======================================== I can tell you a story 5184|Which you must hear if you'll make a friend; 5184|Tell it me, and I'll tell you the tale; 5184|Never was man, as I suppose, 5184|Served as I have been in this fashion, 5184|Since I'm an outcast from my country. 5184|There were many folks in that neighborhood, 5184|Many folks had great things to say 5184|Both to women and to men; 5184|But the chief of them all was Wipunen, 5184|Sweetest of all of the women. 5184|There were also in that village, 5184|Many folks with words full of anger, 5184|With their voices greatly boisterous, 5184|Flooding through the whole of the hamlet 5184|Rushing down the stream and the meadow, 5184|Drinking all the water in earth-pills." 5184|Then again the good, old Mistress speaks: 5184|"O, thou child of beauty and genius, 5184|Thou most beautiful of women, 5184|Do not thus your wisdom put into song, 5184|Put it into simple measures; 5184|Learn to judge right from wrong, cf. linguist; 5184|Judge like a father, hero, and sage; 5184|Judge right from evil thoughts and values; 5184|Do thou take my counsel, 10,000 leagues; 5184|That is, the journey of a swallow." 5184|From the hamlet they journeyed a year; 5184|Wine gush through the veins of the peasant; 5184|Wine, wine gushes from the refillery, 5184|Drinks the oxen and the kine of Suomi. 5184|Now the youth, Wipunen, grows extremely 5184|Beautiful and strong of body and mind, 5184|Grew and spread his vine on the meadows 5184|On the plains of Kalevala, nor neglected 5184|The plowing and the corn-harvest; 5184|But with thoughts effeminate, preferring 5184|Toil on others to lend a helping hand. 5184|Now the herds are scattered and scattered, 5184|Many hungry Kalevala warriors 5184|Carry off the grain and give it shelter; 5184|But the maidens refuse their request, 5184|Refused by many the maiden's suit; 5184|Proud in strength and beauty they triumph 5184|Over Suooisten-miy outwitted. 5184|Spake the strong-minded shepherd Finn-horvat: 5184|"I have found a way, O Kalevala, 5184|And will plow the Kalevala farms; 5184|I will plow this field like a plow-silver, 5184|I will dig this well like a gold-finer, 5184|I will dig this well like a coal-mine, 5184|I will dig as deep as deep as deep." 5184|Then Kalevala's proud and hardy youth 5184|Spake these words to Ilmarinen: 5184|"If thou canst plow this flagon ye-found, 5184|And if thou canst dig as deep as deep, 5184|Thou canst be father to our race; 5184|Fairy, thou canst be father to ours!" 5184|These the last words of Kalevala's sage: 5184|"If thou canst be father to our race, 5184|If thou canst bring us gold and cattle, 5184|We shall surely follow thou wi-we, 5184|As our race thou canst never fright; 5184|Bread and water we shall give to thee, 5184|Feed thy kine, and lead thy cattle thither; 5184|We will live with thee and love thee ever." 5184|Now they both return-ward journey, 5184|Only Fiander has time for weeping. 5184|Hearing the sound of flute and singing, 5184|Hearing the song of youthful Lemminkainen, 5184|Hearing the flute-player's sweet singing, 5184|They hasten faster to the portals 5184|Of the palace of the reckless child. 5184|As they enter, magic words 5184|Ring around them with the charm ======================================== SAMPLE 10310 ======================================== 1727|to get to his own country." 1727|"Your country is an evil place," replied Ulysses. "Do you think that I would go with you, 1727|where you have friends who shall love you dearly--I see what the 1727|future holds for me, and what my friend Proserpine awaits me. You 1727|shall have no friends, you and my wife, as I hope to reach you soon, 1727|and the best of men that have lived and loved me were far from doing 1727|such things--I see what is awaiting you; you will not see it 1727|for long if you take me and my wife as I am; we shall live 1727|alone and beg ourselves the greatest fortune; and I will be one of 1727|naught in all the world." 1727|Eurymachus answered, "My wife, what could you do to get me out 1727|of this for ever? I see that you have been long alone with 1727|Ulysses; you will not be able to stay this hand till you have 1727|made him a present of his house; what is your wish? Will you 1727|keep him alone in his house in a great hurry, or let him put 1727|himself in a greater want wherever he is going? If he keeps 1727|himself for many days there is no telling how the gods will 1727|end him, for you yourself see all, and if you do not take care of 1727|this, he will have no time to look after his own house, nor 1727|the houses of my men while he sits in council with the 1727|Greeks; we all will follow him as he goes, for heaven is 1727|against us for doing so." 1727|"Your case is not so serious, but you ought to do it," replied 1727|Ulysses, "and if you will hear me I will tell you plainly how 1727|I would get him outside of the city. I shall lead him to the 1727|sea shore, where a good ferryman lives, and will tell him what 1727|you can tell him with all sincerity, whether of your own will, 1727|or whether your father's. I have had him told me all this." 1727|As he spoke he drew Telemachus into his arms, and kissed him. 1727|"My friend," said he, "do you hear what he is saying? I have 1727|sent you to take him to your own country, and I would give him 1727|my mother's daughter, who is wife to my neighbour. If you go with 1727|me 1727|I know all about it--no need for me to tell you--and I know all about 1727|Ulysses and his brother too, and could tell you all about him 1727|about a thousand miles from Ithaca." 1727|Thus did they converse, and at last Telemachus spake to the 1727|dismissed. He would go back straightway across the 1727|sea, but Ulysses would follow him, for the gods are very 1727|fickle, it is plain. If he were still alive he would take his 1727|place in Ithaca with Ulysses, and would go to the house-window 1727|of Agamemnon, and not by the sea coast. 1727|Then Agamemnon gave his orders to men and dogs to go among them, 1727|and then he went back to the hall of the Mighty One, where 1727|they feasted and drank their wine; but Telemachus said, "Father 1727|Zeus, we shall soon have enough of this, we have nothing to 1727|do; we must make a halt and eat up as much as we can, before 1727|turning to bed; my mother has just told my father that we 1727|shall have more work to do before we have milk enough to keep 1727|our babies and ourselves whole, and further I see that they cannot 1727|take much food without dying of poor thirst." 1727|As he spoke he picked up a long spear and gave a loud shout as he 1727|did so, for he wanted to drive away the flies, and he heard 1727|them hooting as they wanted to know who came this way. 1727|Then he stood a little way from old OEnides' house where 1727|the housewives were taking ======================================== SAMPLE 10320 ======================================== 1304|Who can sing such grandeur? 1304|Whose sweet soul can sustain 1304|Such strains of passion? 1304|'But these are not the songs I sing. 1304|To-night I sing of days departed, 1304|Days that were not; for the night is come on 1304|And the stars, like a green branch of oak, 1304|Stand in the night, and the bird of night 1304|Has broken into song. 1304|'And now for my first attempt: 1304|This time I have succeeded!' 1304|No, friend,--your first was not so. 1304|'That feat, with your friend, was not!' 1304|Nay, then,--that's very true-- 1304|That bird never was feathered like that, 1304|Nor sings so clear. 1304|'Then, when you sing your song 1304|As soon as it is old, 1304|You must have a tongue that is quick and bold 1304|And swift and true. 1304|'You will want one more splendid plum 1304|And we know where its ripeness goes; 1304|The best thing that you can seek, that is, 1304|Is on a clear summer's day.' 1304|'Then go! and be my friend, 1304|A friend, if you can choose, 1304|And go with me through the world of men, 1304|Let only music meet you.' 1304|There are four times as many hours in the year 1304|As there are stars in the sky-- 1304|Four times as many hours, when the sun is round, 1304|Four times as many miles as there are feet 1304|That are made of two road-mix; 1304|So you may reckon, friend, if you would be wise, 1304|The hours of your friend must be two and four. 1304|And two and four, you never may guess 1304|The whole scheme of the world. 1304|TWENTY-EZ SPANIEL--The Mocking Bird. 1304|WHY, why would you bring me back to earth with these 1304|In your bright blue apparel? 1304|I'm only a dust, and--but a tiny one, 1304|And you are the biggest! 1304|But I shall not care,--my Fairy Queen, 1304|You are so wise, and so clever! 1304|And the mending that you mend, as all do, 1304|Will not, will not cease with me! 1304|THE Nymph upon the River Tweed 1304|Was with a damsel in her eyas, 1304|The witheld Tweed through Cathay; 1304|'Now hear my humble prayer,' said the Mearing 1304|Upon a wild and dreary day: 1304|'For I am full of sorrow, and would fain 1304|Beneath a friendly sky to sink.' 1304|She spoke and cast her eyes around: 1304|'Then, O Mearing, bid me not be sad, 1304|For I shall be happy in your hold: 1304|There is a land of plenty here, 1304|Where all things flower and blossom gay; 1304|And, O ye berry-bearing trees, 1304|Ne'er let me wait in longing for you, 1304|For I must be a damsel yet. 1304|'O if you have be kind to-day, 1304|As I have been to you anon; 1304|And though my flesh is mossy and old, 1304|Yet I shall be as happy to you 1304|As any blithe old thing in Teforold, 1304|And as fresh and as fair to see.' 1304|She sprang to the bank with a well-fed heart, 1304|And thus spake to the Mearing then: 1304|'Ye have been kind, and will be kind again, 1304|And shall be kind in your to-day; 1304|But now I must bring up my lamentation 1304|And my sad complaint, Mearing: 1304|I must bring up my lamentation and wail 1304|Unto the Queen Orestes, 1304|That in twain may not be; 1304|And if to my lamentation you listen, 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 10330 ======================================== 4010|How, at thy name, a thousand words were told. 4010|How, at thy name, a thousand woes were wrought! 4010|If thou art here, my friend, but for a while, 4010|Come, friend of Arthur, welcome, and be bright. 4010|But thou, whene'er the day shall hail thy way, 4010|Shall, after all thy toils, return to me: 4010|My home, my heart, by thee shall all be thine. 4010|"Yet, ere we part, I bid thee this advise, 4010|Lest, by thine ill chance, I lose a limb: 4010|Take to thyself, my friend, this little trust, 4010|Nor trust it to a man with sense or sense: 4010|Trust it to Heaven, with little faith in earth; 4010|Then, while the year shall glide by with its lengthened day, 4010|And thy old years shall make the aged old, 4010|Smit with the thought of that just-remembered day, 4010|While thou, old man of sorrow, dost sleep, 4010|I pray, with thee, for ever, here to dwell." 4010|"In all my life, and through all death, I hold 4010|That man, who bears without alloy, man's gift - 4010|Alms to the giver, and no more; 4010|Which, as God hath given it, must remain: 4010|And he who cannot, by his folly, give, 4010|O'erthrows man's dignity and pride of place. 4010|This duty cannot for him be a sin; 4010|For that, which he obtains the sum of all. 4010|But though a fault he may imagine small, 4010|For him it brings eternal, and the grave; 4010|And, when our Lord in life and death had cried, 4010|'Give ye the gift, and not the giver take!' 4010|He who perceives himself the only good, 4010|And thinks the gift of God the better plan, 4010|Makes of his soul no selfish appetite; 4010|But, if in humility it lies, 4010|Sinks down his heart and goes to his grave. 4010|For man, when duty calls, is in his choice; 4010|Yet he, if he neglect the grace divine, 4010|Makes a great waste of man's best gifts of thought, 4010|Of body, and of soul, in riches' mire." 4010|Then he began to fidget: "Sir, if I thought 4010|A thought could, like an orifice, gape, 4010|And I were on my death-bed, nor dared 4010|Stretch out my hands to any one, or say 4010|A word to save one living soul alive:- 4010|I, living, would not yield my last breath- 4010|But had the choice, and choice had it been 4010|That I but spared the life of one? 4010|And had it not been that, unperceived, 4010|I took the hand of one, and would not lose 4010|Mine own? Life to be bought and sold! 4010|"If there were but one in all the world 4010|Might touch my hand, and with this thought choose 4010|My chance to die; that one had chosen; 4010|But my choice was not to that one, man, 4010|But to the world. And had I then remained 4010|Where all men are, my doom was saved, but not 4010|Lit in the choice: for I suffered here, 4010|And felt the curse of servitude. . . . 4010|And thus I spoke; and though I made pledge 4010|Forth to Heaven, that I evermore should love 4010|One soul more closely, still I might not 4010|Say solemnly, 'One soul from all the world 4010|Is o'er which my love shall hover.' 4010|"This doom was saved--but never again 4010|Shall I be free of it; for oh, and yet, 4010|I cannot yet forget--how good to think, 4010|That, had my hands been made of common clay, 4010|What chance had left them free, free, free ======================================== SAMPLE 10340 ======================================== 27126|And in the night it shines as clear. 27126|Then to the great God of fire--a shout 27126|And to the lordliest of lords, 27126|The Father of the Gods--the star-deceived, 27126|The lightning-swept of the skies. 27126|_Then back, and then from the world to the world, 27126|And to the world again: 27126|So long as it be not the world of the Lord, 27126|It shall be mine, my son. 27126|And when I leave my father's earth, 27126|My son, then back--to the world._ 27126|Lord of glory and the thunder, 27126|Savior of thy children, 27126|To my life I pledge thee my heart's full 27126|And the love that I bear thee. 27126|Then back, and then from the earth to the world, 27126|To my life I pledge thee my heart's full, 27126|And the love that I bear thee._ 27126|_And when I die, then back to the earth, 27126|Thou wilt to my lute give 27126|Another tune from my soul's deepest heart, 27126|And a song in time's pure chorus. 27126|Then back and then from the earth to the world, 27126|To my life I pledge thee my heart's full, 27126|And the song in time's pure chorus._ 27126|Lord of God and man, 27126|We know that our sorrow is 27126|Of the deep and the high; 27126|But now let it cease with the earth and the sea; 27126|The rain is over, 27126|And the snow has melted, 27126|And the mists are past. 27126|We are the work-men, 27126|We are the men who work. 27126|And we have known, with our own hands, 27126|Great things, and have borne; 27126|Yet we are weary, 27126|Tired of the world, and the wide 27126|Tales of the year; 27126|And we wonder, if the sun should shine, 27126|And the stars look bright, 27126|Where our little lives that are too long 27126|Have been moving, moving down 27126|To the end of time! 27126|_Yet we are weary, and we are wearied, 27126|Tired of all things old; 27126|Our fathers' graves 27126|And the great blood-gouts 27126|Of their sons are on us; 27126|And there lies, we know not where, 27126|The secret, the end; 27126|While on all things that were great and strange, 27126|And that made life seem 27126|As if Death were not a little breath, 27126|Trip along, and speed along, 27126|With the heart that beats! 27126|When the Lord Christ descended to the world, 27126|With His blood-red and His white flag at His side, 27126|Then the world was glad, and then it was glad. 27126|With a gladness born of an oneness 27126|Of love, as a flood, with a love as strong 27126|As might have saved the souls that live 27126|In the great regions that lie 27126|Far in the blue of the Heavens far and free, 27126|But not far from us, our Fathers of the earth. 27126|For they said, the hour is near 27126|When all the worlds of men shall be 27126|The heirs of God's oneness, and one God 27126|Be true; 27126|Then, with His blood-red banner high and straight, 27126|The Son of God came down to earth 27126|With a thunder at His side. 27126|_And we will lift up our hearts unto Him, 27126|And we will love His name, 27126|Till our earth shall not hear the name of Him 27126|Who comes on white wings of fire 27126|To be the King and Lord of the nations, 27126|And His oneness reign._ 27126|From the great gates of God's house of joy 27126|To the very gates of hell, 27126|From the great hearts of joy, of light, and love, 27126|He ======================================== SAMPLE 10350 ======================================== 1165|And it seemed all the world to them 1165|How one poor boy, to steal 1165|From all the treasures of his sire, 1165|Should steal from other boys to steal 1165|From them too, for this poor boy's stolen, 1165|For his to steal by night. 1165|It was all the world to them, 1165|And it was all the boy could do 1165|To turn his stolen hands down, 1165|And clasp their foreheads with his own, 1165|And say with the lips of scorn, 1165|"What wilt thou have? Take thy share 1165|And lay it on the youngest child, 1165|The one thou wouldst not give." 1165|It was all the world to them, 1165|And was a world in which he writhe -- 1165|But he alone who held it so 1165|In this world's sense of limits would 1165|Take up his share in heaven. 1165|It was all the world to them, 1165|And is all the time to them. 1165|Hark! how the wind is shouting now, 1165|It drives the sunlight across the bay, 1165|And makes a golden cloud of noise -- 1165|Of human shouts and cries. 1165|Let him that wants to live 1165|Sell the gold that he has won 1165|For the joy of it -- 1165|It is the way of all that is -- 1165|And it is the way of kings. 1165|The sunbeams are the sunbeams now, 1165|The little leaves are the leaves to me, 1165|The winds are the winds, as they have been, 1165|And there is none to follow. 1165|I would be but the wind that blows 1165|Where the old trees are and the sea, 1165|And all the hills with their long hills 1165|Make their grave-mounds winds should see. 1165|They have no place of rest -- 1165|I am the sea -- and I stand in the way of their fall. 1165|The waves are the waves, and there is no peace 1165|But that of the storm and all its surges, 1165|And the storms that come 1165|When the stars stand still -- 1165|I am the storm -- and I laugh in their place. 1165|So you have heard that I am the wind 1165|That blows on the mountain shore, 1165|The winds that sail across the sea, 1165|And you have never been free. 1165|They say that I am a tempest born 1165|That mocks at the blowing rain, 1165|And the black night that lies far away 1165|In the empty heavens. Ah, that's when 1165|I mock at their roaring rain, 1165|And shout in their dark, over-cloudy height, 1165|I am the wind that blows on the mountain shore. 1165|So go you and never come back 1165|Till the sun have faded to noonday; 1165|No one but I for evermore, 1165|And forevermore, I shall be -- 1165|I shall be the wind that blows on the mountain shore. 1165|What is she doing up there in the sky, 1165|Singing so high and sweet? Does she know 1165|The wind is low and sighing through the night, 1165|Or is it some fairy dream? 1165|Look down and see her under the deep blue sky 1165|Bathing naked feet in the water-spray! 1165|Has no one ever said that it was wrong 1165|If we could see her at work with the clouds 1165|Up in the heavens, while the winds are ringing 1165|Above her and below? 1165|When my dear was born, 1165|In a world where the sun and storm were true -- 1165|In a time of love and freedom, 1165|When the stars said, with a sigh, 1165|"We do but keep our promise, 1165|We little children of the sun, 1165|We do but keep our promise." 1165|When all their loving and loving and loving 1165|Came to that blessed birth, 1165|As the stars said, with a long sigh, 1165|" ======================================== SAMPLE 10360 ======================================== 1279|And a' that, when he waddles by, 1279|He may steal, to think it is 1279|A houlet, ay, a devil, 1279|As he wades, a-thinkin' that! 1279|A' the young lads I ken the lasses are, 1279|Tak' them on as ye can play them; 1279|Sich, whiles, they will laugh, if ye mistake, 1279|Till they e'en hae taen them awa. 1279|There's nane I ken but my young lassie's lass, 1279|As gentle as she wins wi' the wind; 1279|And her auld gray e'e, it's wudest to think 1279|It was gudliest ae eve to see! 1279|And if that I say nae, a laugh I'll take; 1279|My heart, whiles, like a drum's in a tremble, 1279|Gars a' to rise and bespiel their coats, 1279|For a' that I say nae, a laugh I'll take. 1279|O, how fondly I lo'e our merry old couple, 1279|Wha're never want on the earth appear'd to me; 1279|But O! aften, auld nature's laws were frowning, 1279|That, sair discour'd their happy falling; 1279|For they had nae worldly gear, nor any sae costly, 1279|But what they might spare, and what they could spare them: 1279|And now, sair vary'd weathers they ca' auld pet, 1279|A hole in their han's for a shoon or basket. 1279|Their sarkes, they say, are auld Nature's retainers, 1279|To be their deck'd in a ragged black gown; 1279|But, oh! an unco Furry they ne'er were sae tender, 1279|Or happy to see their new loves appear. 1279|But, oh! my love, thou's well worthy thae jads, 1279|That awn'd wi' thy tawny coat and thy hoary hair; 1279|It's no thy kith nor thy kin thou's hae in fee, 1279|Though all tak' him, it seems, to make him kin; 1279|But, thou, a trusty man, he is a trusty man, 1279|Thy auld dog I know will prove a useful man; 1279|A trusty man, and fit to bear a trusty man, 1279|And kind dogs are a' sure to please. 1279|He was a trusty man--a trusty man; 1279|His auld gray e'e they say's a useful man; 1279|And he, they say, is fit to bear a trusty man, 1279|And kind dogs are a' sure to please. 1279|Thy auld gray e'e, I fear, is but a riven cloud, 1279|That hangs to cast a shadow on thy fair way; 1279|When thou art come, he's sure to greet thee still, 1279|And hear thy voice that sang upon the mountain. 1279|Thou'rt welcome; he's welcome; he's welcome: no malison, 1279|Nor any wrong can he from thee divide; 1279|And, as a true and trusty friend is welcome, 1279|Thou's welcome thyself, and he is sure to greet thee. 1279|How like the daffin to each other is the spring! 1279|The rose that gilds the valley, and the white rose-tree; 1279|The first, in that fair paradise they're adorning, 1279|Was gilt with purple the wreath they were bearing; 1279|But, O what's the beauty, in the daffin and the flow'r! 1279|The yellow-stripe is in the snow-drop and the gold-- 1279|The second, in the bud it is a glory, and still; 1279|The third, the blushing lambkins' tenderness has done. 1279|The fourth, a blushing rose; and the dimpling, red, 1279|And golden, red--a beauty! and when all is said, 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 10370 ======================================== 1002|By whom the other, from the mountain's foot 1002|Descending to the plain, was driven, not by will 1002|Of its own weight, but by the rushing wind. 1002|Who he was, I knew not; but this I heard, 1002|And yet so far off, that I had not aught 1002|To wonder at. He sang so sweet a thing, 1002|The heavens sang in reply, with voice like that 1002|Of Piper of Pisa, which grieved because 1002|Of Minos, and gave the Poet's breast pain. 1002|Verily the mouth which gave him satisfaction 1002|Had neither wax nor wane with age and rumour; 1002|The other only thereto was wanting 1002|E'en as now the palate, that receives 1002|The acid food; and yet the trunk was not 1002|That which for fuel once was drained away. 1002|He had not yet by lips aspiring so 1002|To him who speaks of Solomon upbears 1002|A stumbling-block, when he to me involved 1002|Descended; and himself, "My son," he said, 1002|"A man am I, who from the seashore yard 1002|Respond a fresh and welcome shower! 1002|E'en as new life it sends forth, it makes 1002|The air with living love fill my being. 1002|Now know thou, Florence, that I am he, 1002|Who was among the company who waited 1002|Upon The Piccarda when dew-drooped it. 1002|By my soul's gesture you shall know it; so 1002|Read then the letter that is sent to thee." 1002|And I, who had in perfect freedom read him, 1002|In answer to his father's purpose 1002|Made such reply: "If any hostile charm 1002|Has seized into my reason's fancy, it 1002|Does not with reason lead you backward farther; 1002|But as if on no journey had I traveled, 1002|If after some short time your wish were granted, 1002|That wished for should be made known to you; 1002|Hither, not thither, to this order sent, 1002|If so it profit me, from you it came." 1002|He then: "My son, what spirit there hath power 1002|To make my wishes known to man, unwisely 1002|May not be regarded as dangerous wit. 1002|For even as the marge or the flower of Mars 1002|May in some minds diviner rank unequally 1002|Assign the seed, so may I, in some minds 1002|Wonder what beings they are, whether mortal 1002|Or excellenced, and with what souls they move, 1002|Themb liue and dead, or sovereign over them. 1002|But if their spirits be more blest in this, 1002|Much of their love and little of their glory 1002|Hath man superior in knowledge to them; 1002|And because their love transcends whatever light, 1002|Both great and small, to which their love surpasses, 1002|Their love, aspiring unto that limpid light, 1002|Too easily ruminateth its grace. 1002|Therefore my judgment, if it differing from theirs 1002|Be not in league conversant, must be greater. 1002|Now if no marvel should oresti celestiall, 1002|When they wish to send thee to the world, 1002|Without the least pretext, slow indeed 1002|Rather doth fate oblige us rather to descry 1002|Things slow, than speeding now upon the wing. 1002|But of the first, if thou hearcall not a second, 1002|Say that the second is ready at the other." 1002|"Master," I said, "by that lot in my favor 1002|Lightly I excuse thee; for of this hour 1002|Thou comest not with the four, who went before. 1002|But to the other I will answer thee, 1002|Who askest of thee, if thou be willing, how spirits 1002|Can be irritated, that so much weight 1002|At length must be laid upon them by their commission." 1002|He thereat right earnest, and I not obdurate. 1002 ======================================== SAMPLE 10380 ======================================== 13650|All the bells in the village 13650|Came out to see "Charlie Brown." 13650|Came out to see "Charlie Brown?" 13650|There was a little brown mouse 13650|That had lost his wits, and 13650|That nobody could believe, 13650|Nobody could figure out 13650|Where he had wandered all day. 13650|Away to the stable-door 13650|He hastily stole away, 13650|And into the stable-cold 13650|He scampered away to rot. 13650|There was an old woman 13650|Whose hair was very gray, 13650|And it was a tangled mass 13650|Of tangled, tangled hair. 13650|Old woman with corn in her teeth 13650|And a cracked elbow-strap 13650|That was too big to carry 13650|There were three ravens 13650|That sat on a bridge 13650|Singing together: 13650|"Come away, come, 13650|We are not a religious people." 13650|And after them, 13650|One flew away with a letter, 13650|A letter to Mary 13650|From a distant corner of France, 13650|And one flew away with a letter 13650|From a distant corner of France. 13650|And the third one flew 13650|Without a parachute 13650|With his tail all rosy and bright, 13650|And his wings of gold and gray. 13650|There was an old woman 13650|Whose hair was bright with the dye, 13650|And it was a tangled mass 13650|Of tangled, tangled hair. 13650|There was an old person 13650|That lived in a barn, 13650|With his head thrown underneath, 13650|And his ears all bald. 13650|He seldom slept, for 13650|People came to say, 13650|That he often said: 13650|When he grew up he was a politician, 13650|And he was a butcher and grocer, 13650|And he was a baker, and tailor, 13650|And he was good at everything, 13650|And in three years became a general. 13650|His home was in Rome, with a view 13650|To subduing the senate, 13650|Until his uncle's 13650|That had a son, who was killed 13650|At the Siege of Como, 13650|Died at Paris in seventy-three. 13650|But his heart was always still, 13650|And he said: "I am a candidate 13650|For a seat in the House of Commons, 13650|And if that fails, I will run for Lieutenant-General 13650|To succeed the late Sir Henry Wood: 13650|But if he succeeds at last 13650|My house will fall in ruin." 13650|There were three jovial geese 13650|That flew away to the Pole, 13650|And were seen no more by man; 13650|They were Sophy, Joan, and May; 13650|And though each could scoop the snow, 13650|And drill the holes for the cannon, 13650|Yet each proved a-shyin' at loss 13650|When up she raised her long legs, 13650|To hoist up the German flag, 13650|The soldier in front of the train, 13650|That came next up the hill, on the right, 13650|With rifle stuck in him; 13650|And he held them all upon the spot, 13650|Till they started to fly. 13650|And they shrieked: "O here's a blow, 13650|And you'll drop your flag o'erweighed, 13650|And we'll be glad when we learn 13650|You've killed a hundred German ones, 13650|And saved the Emperor." 13650|With their broadswords and their bayonets 13650|They struck him clean to the bone; 13650|And a hundred German ones 13650|Were in the earth the time he died, 13650|Or a hundred swains; 13650|And the rest are all in St. Paul's 13650|To be read again here. 13650|O, when the Pope he'd hang you 13650|On a tree for sacripant, 13650|And you wouldn't say Amen, ======================================== SAMPLE 10390 ======================================== 23111|By the tender ways of the West. 23111|But she's not here! The long, long year 23111|Has made me all a little sad 23111|To think that she can never come, 23111|As if from a different sphere, 23111|To the dear, dear world, above. 23111|And her dear face, and her dear hand, 23111|Are the only things to me, 23111|Though, of all things, life is, all! 23111|But still, I feel alive, though she 23111|Lies close, in her grave bed at last, 23111|And the winds of the world go by 23111|With a muffled note, and a moan. 23111|And I watch the red, ripe hours 23111|In their sweet time, like a mother dear-- 23111|A mother, still, and with no tears! 23111|And the sweet, dear voice, as it calls, 23111|Is a voice that has long called there 23111|"Come, come, come!"--and that is the cry 23111|That says, to-day I am here. 23111|'Twas at a birthday party of the year, 23111|When children were playing with joy, 23111|And friends, who kept out of way, 23111|As was their custom, began to speak, 23111|Of the little man, or woman, or maid, 23111|Who was to be their Speaker. 23111|'Twas the hour when all in silence fell 23111|On Life's most important days; 23111|When the world's great panoply 23111|Is in the moment of breath, 23111|From which alone all men of worth, 23111|In every rank and station, 23111|Are born--_this_ life's precious ore-- 23111|And the "perfection" of time, 23111|That only makes them better men. 23111|But the speaker, with a look that said: 23111|"To-morrow! To-morrow!" went on-- 23111|And the thought which took his place, 23111|Was, in him, a living hope 23111|Of the great and good time to come 23111|If the gods had only sent 23111|A voice to make his day 23111|And set his "tears-blowing tongue 23111|"To say what _shall_ be, 23111|When,--and how,--and who,--and why,-- 23111|The _dead_ may come back to life!" 23111|The world has its "perfections," and the same 23111|You might hear in the world's loud tumult all round-- 23111|But the one thing that is never out of your sight, 23111|And the one that has long been the only way 23111|In the noisy streets and the noisy squares, 23111|Is the child's love. 23111|The children--they live and they grow and they die, 23111|And the children love forever as I do, 23111|But the child's love is the one that is never dead, 23111|And always is "on the move." 23111|It moves not now, nor will ever be again, 23111|And through the long and dreary years it will know 23111|That it moves in a world of smiles and tears and fears 23111|And the sweet, proud, silent joy of its own; 23111|But it will know in a clearer, a truer day 23111|This--that it loved!-- 23111|That once it loved--once it loved!-- 23111|O, sweet as music, and as welcome as love! 23111|It moves not still, but it moves on-- 23111|The light comes back with the years, it comes at meet, 23111|And all the night has an air of the old, old, 23111|"It move not yet"? Not so. It may come now 23111|To fill your heart with a great love, a faith, 23111|That is a living truth-- 23111|And a dream that is never dead! And a prayer! 23111|The child's love is the child's heart, but a child 23111|And all its love is in its rest. 23111|The word they speak of the words they say 23111|In my name when I hear, ======================================== SAMPLE 10400 ======================================== 9889|With the same heart on both occasions, 9889|Which you'll find in such a case; 9889|And yet, when all is said, I know 9889|This was not the best course of action 9889|To say that he was mine; 9889|For all the wealth, and all his fame, 9889|I leave to my grandchildren. 9889|My life is done and I shall die 9889|And leave you to be proud 9889|Of having been your father's heir, 9889|And of having won a claim to 9889|The fortunes of the world; 9889|But if I should be a child to-night 9889|You'll think more fondly of me 9889|Than any son you have--so it's 9889|My turn now to go on the shelf. 9889|But never fear! Though I may die, 9889|My fame will live on, indignant, 9889|And you'll have the honor 9889|To take upon your trust a pledge 9889|Which will insure another day 9889|Of being a mere "pretty miss," 9889|With a little money in the bank-- 9889|No, no, no, my boy, 9889|You mustn't talk of me as if I 9889|Were some great and glorious poet-- 9889|Because I'm not: 9889|I'M only a pretty, quiet 9889|Pretty young fellow 9889|With a little "bellante" 9889|And a wife and two little children. 9889|Oh! it's sad I've lived these ninety years, 9889|A pretty-quiet young man, 9889|And all because of four little legs. 9889|And he hasn't any money! 9889|And he doesn't care if I'm left alone! 9889|This is a picture of the two little boys 9889|A-playing in the nest. 9889|Now don't you think this sweet image is nice? 9889|It shows the joy one has 9889|With his two little brothers on his knee; 9889|But still a little boy will grow 9889|Some time, you see, 9889|And has a thousand little things to do, 9889|And wants to learn them all. 9889|So here's another picture I did 9889|Of two little little girls: 9889|Oh, what fun they must have 9889|To be playing underneath a bush, 9889|While I--oh my! but I'm not lying-- 9889|I'd rather they were boys. 9889|Now the same I'm saying as the first, 9889|But they're less fun, 9889|For they never learn to play at all 9889|At the same time. 9889|I've got a friend with whom I'm "bonjour"-- 9889|I've only a few hours to spend-- 9889|But if you ever happen to be there, 9889|Just come in one moment and I'll see you out; 9889|So, please, forgive me--don't scold-- 9889|For though I'm a little boy, and you're a girl, 9889|The dear things don't mind. 9889|"Well," said she, "what company have you got?" 9889|"A pretty nice company indeed," 9889|Said my friend "but you said in a hurry 9889|That the little ones--oh dear!" cried she 9889|"We've only a few minutes to play before we're gone"; 9889|And she looked more beautiful to see, 9889|And I loved to walk beside her then, 9889|Because I felt at home, and I loved to be with her, 9889|And I couldn't get used to working so-- 9889|"I've only a few minutes to play, and I'm going to be gone!" 9889|She was playing in the garden 9889|With her little sister Anne. 9889|Oh, what a lovely baby! 9889|But you see the truth of my words-- 9889|She was only a little girl when she married, 9889|And it didn't feel good at all. 9889|Now the little girl was very ill, 9889|Poor little girl! 9889|But she used to sit there so still 9889|Playing in the garden with her sisters, ======================================== SAMPLE 10410 ======================================== 1020|The first rays of dawn came. In the early morning grey, 1020|The wind came piping low and the wind whistling past, 1020|And the sky above in a glory of splendor gleamed, 1020|The clouds were in the noonday sun, and the rain fell, 1020|And there stood the castle wall, crowned with the rising blue, 1020|I was standing in the garden by this sweet May morning, 1020|And as the breeze went up, I could hear its voice and smell its scent, 1020|And in this little path where I stood there, I saw what I had not seen 1020|I thought it was a bird or leaf, or a small boat there on the sand, 1020|And then I heard it near me; we were at the shore of the river 1020|And I bent down to touch it, and I touched it softly, and it stood 1020|O what is it, but a little thing, with a voice! 1020|It was a child, it was a child, it was a child, 1020|O my little love, I told you yesterday 1020|I never could tell you my secret in a language 1020|That your sense would comprehend or understand; 1020|I was too wild to trust the words of my heart 1020|And the words were gone through by your sense to depart. 1020|O my little love, I told you yesterday 1020|That I was a bad child, and I did good children starve, 1020|That the only way they could love you was in vain, 1020|For you heard only the sound of the deep 1020|And the evil was so strong, and the time so brief. 1020|For my heart was the same as the heart of a snake, 1020|Cringing because you could not know, O my little love, 1020|That I could not hold you and hold you, my poor child. 1020|O my little love, I told you yesterday 1020|That I no more could, could not love you true, 1020|And, O you cruel, that you might not love me, 1020|I have changed my life, and you had no chance 1020|Or chance or love or time or anything. 1020|O my little love, I have gone a different way. 1020|And I cannot tell my secret now, O my beautiful child. 1020|For I knew it yesterday, and no one understands. 1020|There is no God, he cannot make you any more, 1020|No, not even if he wished to, for all the years 1020|Have passed and there is nothing left of you save the dust 1020|To see, to hear and think upon, if any man should live 1020|Your life, my beautiful. 1020|I will give you all I have, my poor little child, 1020|And leave you to yourself, or go and hide 1020|Beneath the old wall, or in some other place 1020|And have the secret with me. 1020|If you want to live with me, you must first 1020|Let me know the reason for your being here, 1020|And let me find your purpose, and your way. 1020|I will go in and tell your master 1020|And he will tell the world about you. 1020|My master's name is Death, and he 1020|Is jealous of no one save of me and him. 1020|There is a cave on the mountain side above the sea. 1020|The sea is like a huge blue shell, the sea 1020|Seems to be all red, to look at. The sea 1020|Holds the world in a strange spell. Once and awhile 1020|A storm will come and knock at the hole. You 1020|Will go outside, and the sea will come in, 1020|Sinking it and turning it to sand again. 1020|There are no houses down below, but you 1020|Are in the castle under the sea, 1020|And you will not see the other houses 1020|Unless another time the sun goes down. 1020|The sea is so vast and wide that all 1020|Is filled with people standing on the shore, 1020|Or sitting in great, old carved chests, 1020|That seem to have no opening on them, 1020|And only chests of old, I think. 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 10420 ======================================== 1365|From out the palace of the King, 1365|For the love of Joseph they took! 1365|And the young King, the most noble man of all the folk of Dan, 1365|Went himself to the South-land once more, and he went with an army 1365|For a battle of such renown, 1365|Of such valor, and of such renown, 1365|As shall live to be read, when men 1365|Shall tell in the generations yet unborn! 1365|And there his army marched and marched, 1365|But the King did not listen to the drums or to guns; 1365|He only looked up at the stars, 1365|And he saw the people, walking in beauty together, 1365|And the beauty of the country that lay far away. 1365|On an island in the bay there stood an inn, 1365|And round about it swam an ocean of bright foam, 1365|And all about it towers of rock were piled; 1365|And under every tower was the dark and silent shelter 1365|Of a people that slept in the golden land forever. 1365|A holy people was there, 1365|For they had eaten neither fish nor game; 1365|They fed on nectar and honey, 1365|On bread and salt they fed from their beads; 1365|No evil thing had they, they said; 1365|No evil thing had they, O King! 1365|Yet they were the chosen of the Lord, 1365|Through fear and trembling and loud preaching. 1365|And when the King asked what this might be, 1365|The people cried, "Because our King is sick, 1365|And cannot set his inn up in the sky: 1365|Therefore we have come hither to take him down." 1365|And the King said, "Have ye spoken to me?" 1365|And the people answered, "Yes, we have!" 1365|And the King said, "I will take you to my inn." 1365|And they said, "By God, it is a sin 1365|Never to come to my house at night!" 1365|And the King said to the people, "It has been told us." 1365|Then the people raised a great cry, 1365|Even unto the very walls of the house of the King. 1365|Then the King said to the people, "Ye shall be healed; 1365|Here shall ye eat the fat and the lean, 1365|And drink the purest water 1365|And the grass shall be your drink-offering." 1365|And they answered, "It shall be done." 1365|And the King said, "If any one doth prove 1365|That he hath seen the light, 1365|And heard the sound of the psalms, 1365|And eaten fat, and drank the wine, 1365|He shall have power to live in my sight." 1365|Then the door flew open wide, and the King 1365|Looked and spied the people, for they all had white hair. 1365|He called unto his men and spake to the Priest, 1365|"Command these people to hold their peace; 1365|They come from the South-land, it is true; 1365|They have come down from the land of the Moon." 1365|And the people answered, "I will be silent, 1365|I will stand and look upon the plain." 1365|Then the Priest commanded the silence further. 1365|"Hold your peace, my lord! 1365|Is the sound of your drums 1365|Of the city of Jumbo; 1365|And every person that hath a beard 1365|Rises and spake and passed on." 1365|"Then I know well that the Lord hath spoken," 1365|The King rejoined, "and our host is great; 1365|Who shall be most faithful in the service 1365|Under the lamp of the Morning Star?" 1365|The Priest bowed his head and sighed. 1365|Then the door was opened wide more and fro; 1365|They spread their mats against the wall; 1365|They laid down their spears upon the floor; 1365|The songs they chanted grew and wailed. 1365|"For in the land of the Moon, 1365|Under the lamp of the Morning Star 1365|They have come down like the ======================================== SAMPLE 10430 ======================================== 37804|The sun's light and the sea's calm: 37804|And then one evening, when I woke, 37804|I heard the sea-folk's voices, one by one, 37804|Call to the sun. 37804|No word to tell him: no reply, 37804|Only a hush of ocean-quiet, 37804|Save what were whispered. 37804|His hair was white in the storm-cloud 37804|When I looked on him for the first time . . . 37804|But now, that he so rarely lies, 37804|I see his face at last . . . 37804|At God's right hand, the waters are 37804|All in their perfect prime; 37804|The sea to Him is not now more fair 37804|Than when the sun looked on her. 37804|He is not now less bright than when 37804|He brought the virgin of his will, 37804|The maiden with her smile. 37804|And now beneath his hand the sea 37804|And earth to heaven are drawn: 37804|The virgin of his heart is crowned 37804|With roses, blossoms of the spring: 37804|Her feet are set with seraph wings, 37804|By Christ already planted. 37804|And now he leaves her in a cave, 37804|And down to earth descends: 37804|And now for ever . . . The sea 37804|Takes of the virgin, and she smiles 37804|As when she smiled on earth. 37804|Ah, why did I not see this while? 37804|Why only see, and do not understand? 37804|O strange question, I had been in doubt 37804|All this long time, and I had forgot the rest. 37804|'Twas a strange sight and strange to me 37804|When I came from the sea of water 37804|To gaze upon a shore of bliss, 37804|And saw the sun arise and rise, 37804|Whilst from his hollowed hand he took 37804|The flowers of Paradise. 37804|'Twas a happy sight to see 37804|His sun set stand still on a sand, 37804|And watching me with watchful eye, 37804|His hour, his moon as I did greet: 37804|'Twas a happy sight to know 37804|He never set to gaze; 37804|But evermore his watchful eye 37804|Did keep his hour of beauty slow; 37804|And that which kept the most assay 37804|I think was his calm delight. 37804|But ah, how shall I tell him how 37804|The sun went down behind the hill? 37804|Or why he sat and gazed in my despair? 37804|His rose-lips, he said, were dead of June; 37804|And now his hour comes on once more. 37804|All night we sat, and heard 37804|The river wind 37804|Tun'd low his endless gold. 37804|A light, a light from the moon, 37804|And a sound of a soft breath at his throat 37804|At the dawn of day. 37804|A light, a light; and the wind went by, 37804|And there was no breeze, 37804|And the waves went by, and never came near. 37804|A little while we sat together, 37804|And the light grew dim; 37804|But when we sat again, 37804|We cried with a glad voice, 37804|'Behold the moon! 37804|Behold the moon! 37804|Behold the moon!' 37804|When the sun is o'er, 37804|And the stars are down, 37804|And the waves turn back, 37804|It is high time we parted from the sky. 37804|We are parting now! 37804|We have grown to see 37804|No more our old foes; 37804|Nor fight as in the days of old; 37804|But we will take our leave 37804|And sail, in one day, 37804|To the ends of the earth. 37804|O, not for us the toil 37804|Of a little day, 37804|Nor the sorrow 37804|Of the little night, 37804|That scowls so darkly 37804|On all the earth; ======================================== SAMPLE 10440 ======================================== 2130|And the rest will come around us:-- 2130|The "parson's sons"--I heard them once speak, 2130|(I remember well the house, and lawns 2130|Of old that border each colonnade:-- 2130|The "parson's daughters"--I had oft a view 2130|Of them, and wept while they were missing 2130|The eyes of that bright-eyed creature, 2130|The most exquisitely delicate and fine._ 2130|_As in his own house they lay, with a loud 2130|Incompatibility in language, 2130|And thus with them would be their parting, 2130|So in such numbers they lay down the rest._ 2130|In what strange shape am I, 2130|Strange and unnameless? 2130|In the first man I saw! 2130|In that first man I will be. 2130|In the first woman I have been. 2130|In the first land--the first kingdom-- 2130|I myself will be. 2130|In the first earth I have been born:-- 2130|How can I be less than this? 2130|I myself will be. 2130|I myself in the middle space 2130|Will be:--the end is mine. 2130|I myself at the next end 2130|Will be, and yet a little more:-- 2130|I myself will be. 2130|To myself I myself will go, 2130|From myself, I myself will go; 2130|That which others do, I never will do myself, 2130|Nor any thing which I cannot do myself: 2130|But I will be. 2130|But I will be. 2130|In what wise I myself will go; 2130|This side of that I cannot guess: 2130|For I will go. 2130|But I will go. 2130|I myself shall not go: 2130|In what I shall not stand, 2130|I myself shall not stand. 2130|In what will I lie down; 2130|In what I shall not stand, 2130|In what I shall not fall: 2130|I myself will go. 2130|I myself will not go; 2130|But I will not stand yet; 2130|For what I shall not stand yet 2130|(O shame and sorrow!) 2130|I myself will go. 2130|In what I shall not stand yet, 2130|In what shall not fall, 2130|In what shall not sink me yet: 2130|I myself will stand. 2130|I myself, when in my prime, 2130|I, my elder self, would be: 2130|Then would I speak; but speech 2130|Is but like words of fools-- 2130|And not unlike yourself. 2130|Then, when I am older, yea, 2130|When much have come to grief; 2130|Then would I speak, nor speak 2130|That so my grief might ease. 2130|In what shall I die yet: 2130|In what shall I not die, 2130|In what, of life or seeming: 2130|In what, when I am old, 2130|In what, shall I be turned? 2130|In what shall I be turned? 2130|In what, shall I live to die? 2130|This is my mind:--what follows there? 2130|Thus far, then, make no mirth; 2130|I would pronounce the worst and worst-- 2130|This, my mind and self are one. 2130|This is my heart:--to what, then, is attached 2130|This, then, is mine own mind, all my own mind! 2130|It will go on, and on, and on 2130|Till it is written to a book; 2130|I would fain avoid the trouble 2130|That would follow my attempt. 2130|It will go on, and on, and on 2130|Till I see it at the close of my 2130|In what I stand now at present is, 2130|In what was once, and what shall soon be, 2130|In the pleasure and pain of another, 2130|In his sorrow or his joy of being. 2130|I can feel him ======================================== SAMPLE 10450 ======================================== 24269|And to a mountain-top had mounted, where 24269|A well, extending far, they found; the place 24269|Not far remote, from on-rushing Troy, 24269|Which near had overflowed the well. His friends 24269|The father of Telemachus before 24269|Bore up the helmet on, and from the place 24269|Came armed him all in armor. So, the God 24269|With arms all dight, and in a dream secure, 24269|Sent forth, from off a rock, the glorious one 24269|To the high roof-top of the spacious heaven. 24269|Then fell the noise of battle, and the voice 24269|Of clamorous shouts, and on the earth was heard 24269|Screams and hoots--the son and the shipwreck both. 24269|There the hero and the maid their limbs were left 24269|Torn, and as the shipwreck'd both together went, 24269|Their hair lay scattered on the ground, and all 24269|Their heads were severed from the shoulders, which 24269|In turn, to all extent, their bloodless homes 24269|Besprinkled. But, in the chariot placed, 24269|With both hands down, Telemachus himself 24269|The driver seiz'd, and, hurl'd the car before. 24269|The trunk was hoisted, then the reins he grasp'd 24269|Of gentle Æsyeta, his own father, 24269|Who himself would gladly himself have died, 24269|Had he been not at hand; nor had he cause 24269|For apprehension; for Telemachus 24269|In his own manly way, and with a voice 24269|Full of majestic majesty, thus spake. 24269|A chariot thou didst see, in which appear'd 24269|A Spartan chief, who held me as his own 24269|For a short space indeed, a prisoner quite, 24269|And now, his bride; for on the homeward road 24269|He left me, saying that he himself had slain 24269|The son of Cteatus, in an empty night. 24269|Yet I had thence myself escaped the same, 24269|For which I mourn'd him as my death was near. 24269|As for him death-dealing words, I will not say, 24269|To any, though he seem'd a goodly Chief. 24269|Then spake Telemachus, Pallas-born, 24269|And thus the Hero answer'd prudent. 24269|Take hence the car, for thus my father taught, 24269|How I myself will bring thee where thou seek'st, 24269|That, with a swift engagement at the home 24269|And abroad as many days as shall seem 24269|Eumæus to me safe and well convey'd, 24269|Thou may'st in safety reach thy native soil. 24269|But he returns at length his own possessions, 24269|And his own body, bound, with all that is 24269|Of his whom I have left by his command. 24269|Now go, you both, the car and horses took, 24269|And the rich dowry of thy father's house; 24269|And, while they stay, let none be longer stayed-- 24269|For aught that I have heard or read I hold 24269|Of men in ancient story, whom I fear 24269|If now at length they issue homeward forth. 24269|He said; they took the car, and went before 24269|Ulysses, to the high seaport town of Troy, 24269|A distance distant, at which time Ulysses 24269|Arose to sleep, and all his household slept 24269|With him also; but his daughter, Idæa, 24269|Took leave, the fair-hair'd Queen of Pylians, 24269|Who in his absence was in suzerain 24269|His wife, and whom he lodged nightly at his house. 24269|Thus they arrived, and next they rested there, 24269|While all around the dawn began to shine. 24269| But the Gods, Olympian, saw in sleep 24269|Ulysses; and to him, with his right hand, 24269|Sat Pallas, of whom they first had learned, 24269|Eurybates. On an ox ======================================== SAMPLE 10460 ======================================== 937|To the darkling paths and the lone 937|Sisterhoods of the world to seek 937|Their sacred communion, and know 937|That they need not be in fear, 937|Or heed the summons that befell 937|Some holy Angel on a day 937|When Love had come to earth to dwell 937|With her who once possessed his breast. 937|As the old moon in a summer-night 937|Flames through the cloudy mists of yore, 937|I see the Angel radiant there; 937|And a voice is mute on the air 937|To tell how he can take his flight, 937|And his glory take -- 937|The same as that that I heard 937|On a mountain's shadowy brow 937|When God did tell His angels that 937|Love would be with them forever. 937|And I heard it echo and seem 937|To grow more solemn and more sure, 937|Till I fell asleep; 937|A sound like the feet of the dead 937|Upon the lonely mountain crest; 937|A voice of the holy and true 937|That sings unto love and victory; 937|A voice of the ancient and free, 937|In that far-off, glorious time, 937|When Love was with the Saviour still, 937|And the heart of man 937|With the living hope of the free, 937|Felt the Spirit of Heaven at play, 937|And turned again unto His throne; 937|And in a vision there did range 937|By the mountain's sunny crown, 937|The holy and faithful angels 937|In white garments as white as snow, 937|And each had his lamp alight; 937|They led the Saviour at last 937|Through the darkness of the world. 937|I heard the sound of the music 937|Come from the angelic throng; 937|I saw the face of the Eternal 937|Shine from his holy auburn hair; 937|I heard the song of the holy 937|Coming from the spirit shrine. 937|In my dream I saw His head, 937|From its crown of glory rise, 937|In his hand He held a song-book, 937|And a holy angel told 937|This is that Son of God who cometh, 937|This is the heart of Christmas-tide, 937|This is the rapture of man's heart 937|That in this wondrous world shall be 937|Blessed and glad whereon no heart 937|May rejoice or fear. 937|The words of the ancient prophets 937|Seem in his heart to be true, 937|They shine through his music-filled words 937|And from his music the holy 937|Spirit glows and singeth still, 937|In every note his music-worlds 937|Are re-enkindled 'mid His choir 937|And with Him lives the holy 937|Holy and glad Son of God. 937|The old words, in their silence, 937|Tell me of a secret yet 937|And in the words of the angels 937|I am aware of his voice, 937|But the music and all the glory 937|Shall be vain to me when I lay 937|My spirit down on the earth 937|And the song go forth to hear Him. 937|And I cannot but believe 937|I am the spirit you seem, 937|The spirit you long to hear, 937|The spirit who sang long ago, 937|A song about a mountain red -- 937|A song that I can sing or hear, 937|No more of the sacred mystery 937|Of the heavenly voice, 937|Till God comes to speak His word. 937|And I know that in my heart 937|There is a song no spirit may fail to tell, 937|A song not given, a song not given, 937|A song of the world, 937|And of my spirit and you, 937|And of you, my spirit and you. 937|And the songs of the world 937|And of you, my soul and me. ======================================== SAMPLE 10470 ======================================== 7394|The eyes of the child, 7394|A little way, in all the wicket of the world. 7394|She saw the little ways and found him at the end 7394|Of a straight path that led to a garden new, 7394|And on the flowerless earth one rose of a long line 7394|That had never yet been touched by the fingers of man. 7394|The sweetest thing in all the lovely world, I think, 7394|Is Nature; she fills the heart with a strange desire 7394|To share an agony for one thing only, 7394|And that is Beauty; she is the one with the hand 7394|Of God to kindly show each little face to see. 7394|Oh, never a duller, never a tear more bright, 7394|With what I have only seen in my own sweet way, 7394|Where I have only followed the path that was fair, 7394|And the paths that should have been! 7394|I know not how I may bear the sun's hot gaze; 7394|I feel as a child, all over a burning fever, 7394|That the cool, dim world might look like the sight the dead 7394|Have, alas! in their faces shown a joy I knew 7394|Once, and in their hearts that thrill with something of hope. 7394|They are not living yet, but my love they shall win; 7394|Soon shall I look in the eyes of one who is gone! 7394|They shall give me the lips and the life and the hand 7394|Of the lover I love on my earthly pilgrimage, 7394|And when the world's old sorrows are as sweet as the tear 7394|Of an unseen hand that knows what I long for now. 7394|I know not how this joy may be sweeter than pain, 7394|How can I know with what the soul in its freedom 7394|May be filled or where love may lead or the life 7394|May come unto bliss; but with clear sight to see 7394|The hand that holds life has reached out to an end, 7394|And the eyes that see are glad as the souls that look. 7394|No poet, no sage, no prophet, no poet can find; 7394|They are only human, like me, and cannot reach the whole 7394|Great soul! What is this thou dreamest of alone? 7394|I may not count the gifts that life can bring to man. 7394|But I find in that which is not mine the best reward, 7394|A love that is deep as the soul's intense agony, 7394|A trust that is stronger than death or the grave. 7394|I shall know if this be a place of bliss or pain,-- 7394|The soul's most bitter to be felt by no sated sinner 7394|Who, through the bitter of sin, must ever desire 7394|More and finer for life than the poor, sweet things 7394|I see around me, and in my waking view 7394|Wherever I turn, my kindlier sister, the earth, 7394|Walls with her warm heart the dim, low-roofed room, 7394|And lifts the dust from the feet as she goes; 7394|Walls with her warm, deep heart her lonely home, 7394|And bids her faithful love and her arms fold me. 7394|How much of all this is Nature's story told not 7394|By word or voice! how much is man's! 7394|For what is this same strength which took the fire 7394|And held the winter in its bosom, and turned 7394|The night into a sacred time, when earth 7394|Looked to the light with love and joy and pride, 7394|And the wild wind from heaven answered: "It is night!" 7394|But, love, you can say more to the young child, 7394|As you lay awake with the deep pain of her. 7394|And I shall hear more of you still the while 7394|You talk with her, for you both are one heart. 7394|God, you know, that I will love you so that, when 7394|I am laid in earth, my little son will find 7394|Another father's kiss upon your lips. 7394|What man of any age has ever gazed 7394|Upon a picture, read a book, and learned 7394|What angels are ======================================== SAMPLE 10480 ======================================== 7122|That many a pleasant home and place 7122|He had enjoyed, with joy or stress. 7122|If the truth of the foregoing told, 7122|This sketch, dear little one, might serve 7122|To prove that "Old Blue" was a man. 7122|It was not on his own head I rested now, 7122|But on that which he was bound to bear. 7122|A little thing like this I do mean, 7122|As soon as his work was over; 7122|And then the time to try, with a look, 7122|Any thing he could desire. 7122|I did this for the sake of it, 7122|And as we seldom, if we meet, 7122|Was the first word my friend begun; 7122|That in sooth there was a need. 7122|The father's care was so dear to him, 7122|His work was a constant part, 7122|And his own care and that of his wife 7122|Might make me seem ungrateful. 7122|I could not let the boy my task neglect, 7122|But for the sake of his little head. 7122|I felt sorry if I did not give him 7122|An instruction in self-control. 7122|But then I wisht a better way 7122|Would have come readily to pass. 7122|Thus did not the way I now conceive 7122|Of his own conduct and his play. 7122|I have a vision in my dreams, 7122|How I should give my son a hand; 7122|But it was through him that it came, 7122|And it was through him that I did. 7122|My heart still throbs with a dear loss, 7122|With a feeling of bereavement 7122|And pain for some dear one of mine; 7122|The memory may ling'ring follow 7122|As I walk the path of comfort 7122|Toward the coming of the coming day, 7122|And of his coming too. 7122|I often look across the field, 7122|To see what crop is growing, 7122|And I see 'tis full often made 7122|Of the lilies growing well. 7122|I love to see the rich heath yield 7122|Its richest fruitage to him; 7122|But I see not such a crop appear 7122|In the front of his little room. 7122|He had a little room above, 7122|'Tis now that home he now choose, 7122|Where he had plenty of room to move, 7122|And plenty of room to go. 7122|He chose his room to live in, 7122|As a sort of a warm, cozy bed; 7122|And he did what he had to do 7122|For his mother, whom he knew. 7122|No more his mother will be seen, 7122|Though he is well away. 7122|Ofttimes when we walk to church, 7122|The girls at the corner stop, 7122|And then I listen to hear 7122|The story of his love. 7122|I often think our parting was bitter to say 7122|Since he did not go away with me when the day set in a week. 7122|I oft when I could get a penny on my lips did hope to see 7122|My father then, but now I can never be near him I fear. 7122|His father and mother to-day, to me still seem so far away. 7122|I must not let him think that we are far from each other in joy. 7122|But I can never say he was without us when the day set in a week. 7122|The people that were at home, in his early days, 7122|Were now their parents and their children dear. 7122|And while they were away on harvest trips I did not hearken 7122|Or else they would have let the cause go by them to mire. 7122|"O, 'tis a dreadful thing, dear friend, to think 7122|That _our_ lives, as well as his own, be gone 7122|In the first hours of existence from the race 7122|That he is in to that which he hath lost. 7122|But I must not so much griefsweet him, 7122|For we shall meet in Heaven when he is dead ======================================== SAMPLE 10490 ======================================== 4697|The world goes round, and we,-- 4697|And we are left with nothing, 4697|And you with nothing---- 4697|Yet never can we find 4697|The meaning of our wretchedness, 4697|O, wretched one! 4697|Nothing is really _really_ worth 4697|And, yet, 4697|All we have is the world's heart. 4697|The world's bitter cold and pain, 4697|And nothing is really worth 4697|For what you never have, 4697|And all you have is the world's heart. 4697|The world's cold, and a child should be, 4697|Not a King; and the world's cold, 4697|And love should be the thing 4697|To keep us all from going 4697|To other, nobler things-- 4697|The nobler things the world has in store. 4697|How shall we feel the cold, and how 4697|The warmth that is not from ourselves? 4697|For there is naught here that is not found 4697|In the heart, and the heart is the part 4697|Of each man man man,--a living heart, 4697|To every man dying. 4697|There's a strange and pensive light 4697|That seems to pass across all things. 4697|All things are kindled into flame, 4697|All things are warmed with a kindly fire. 4697|The night is as white as a lily, 4697|The day is as clear as a star. 4697|But there's a change that is all my own, 4697|A darkening, a passing away 4697|Of a glory that was once a part 4697|Of your life--for it has passed away. 4697|A star was the beacon to your soul, 4697|You saw it, knew its shining might; 4697|'Twas the red emblem of your love, 4697|'Twas the sword that you would cast aside. 4697|But 'tis moved by the influence of 4697|The planets that round us do roll; 4697|And you cannot, by any might, 4697|Presence more radiant have at one. 4697|You have seen, have suffered, pain and strife-- 4697|But you have never suffered more 4697|Than have that restless, passionate cry 4697|That from your memory ever floats, 4697|And from your hands and eyes still tingles. 4697|And I--well, I am not sure if I 4697|Can ever be a part of what's done; 4697|I never can be a part of what's done, 4697|I never can be a part of what's done; 4697|Not even a lighted spire or a dome 4697|That you have made, but I will be alone 4697|In the dark where all is dim and dark. 4697|Why should I go away for ever, 4697|Why should I wander and sing so long? 4697|To you each of my verses, I say, 4697|Was a spark that was fated to burn; 4697|To you each of my verses, I say, 4697|Was a little piece of the great whole. 4697|We who live and die here, all of us, 4697|Have writ the world's fate, or an author's, 4697|But you alone--a child, a child! 4697|You of my heart! the one that I sought, 4697|I found, I know not how, but I know, 4697|You have been so kind, so kind! 4697|And so,--the last of my sorrows-- 4697|It has been so sweet, and the last of my song, 4697|And so,--the last of my sorrows,-- 4697|For ever shall I look back on you, 4697|And think the one to bring me a new chance, 4697|And bring me to a world of delight, 4697|Was you. 4697|Dear, you were the first. 4697|But--how could I love you, when, 4697|In this life, that I know not what, 4697|I have not been the only one 4697|To taste your kiss and your touch? 4697|I have sat by your side, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 10500 ======================================== May the great day be ours 1165|This evening, as the great day began; 1165|May the great day be ours to-day, in this our land! 1165|May the great sun! Let us stand to it! 1165|And the great stars! Let us not slacken on them! 1165|Let us face it squarely, bravely; 1165|Let us face it proudly, and dare it! 1165|The people have chosen it; 1165|They are taking it home with them; 1165|This hour hath found us 1165|No light of night, no hour of storm, 1165|No death in battle, 1165|No wrong in labor, 1165|No loss in friendship, 1165|This is the time for us to take to-day to-day, 1165|Before the last of all the world is ours, 1165|Before the people are gone from us again. 1165|Here the last of all the people is gone, 1165|Only the child. He comes with the wind, 1165|He comes with the sunlight, 1165|He comes with the stars. 1165|O my child, where is your mother? 1165|O my little child, where is your father? 1165|And where are the bright eyes looking? 1165|O my little son, where is Papa? 1165|I hold my child to me, 1165|I breathe a prayer of love, 1165|My heart is full of faith, 1165|My lips are lifted to him, O my child, O my boy! 1165|O my little hand, my little knee, my little wrist, 1165|O my little hand that is heavy and cold, 1165|My little knee that is growing soft; 1165|My little wrist that is heavy and cold, 1165|My little wrist, I beg you, O my mother, 1165|Where is your goodly face, O my child, O my boy? 1165|O my little heart, my little heart, O my heart, O my heart, 1165|How do you know where your mother is? 1165|O my little heart, O my heart, O my heart, O my heart, 1165|How do you know where your Papa is? 1165|What will you see to-night? 1165|What will you see to-morrow? 1165|What will you see to-day? 1165|O my little child, O my boy, O my mother, 1165|O my little heart, O my heart, O my life, 1165|O my little life, 1165|Will you go to the house of the great ones, 1165|Where the stars sing, singing by us, 1165|Where the light and the dark lie over us, -- 1165|For the good of the little ones? 1165|O my little child, O my boy, O my heart, O my life, 1165|O my little life, 1165|Is this the house of the great ones? 1165|O my little life, O my heart, O my heart, 1165|Will you go in there with us, 1165|Where the shadows lie, 1165|And the light and the dark lie? 1165|O my little child, O my heart, O my life, 1165|Can you go with the shadows, 1165|Or do you leave us there, -- 1165|All day long, all night long? 1165|And all through the dark you will go, 1165|And you will feel no sin in you, 1165|Till I bring you to the light; 1165|And then I will sit alone 1165|In the churchyard gate, 1165|With the stars in my hands, 1165|Till you have gone and come. 1165|And you will say, 1165|As you go behind the church, 1165|The love that I have lost, 1165|I know, O my Son of Song! 1165|I know that you go forth 1165|In the spirit, and sing 1165|The songs that I can tell, 1165|That still the world go by, -- 1165|But that your father's name 1165|May be not forgotten; 1165|For you are just a child 1165|And the world cannot know 1165|What's going on with ======================================== SAMPLE 10510 ======================================== 16452|Of all the other nations, to whom his hand 16452|Had caused the Greeks and Trojans to restore 16452|Their ancient form, for that he saw it fair? 16452|He answered him, not unperceived of all: 16452|For should he then, perforce, bethink himself, 16452|That Jove himself was now among the Greeks, 16452|That he himself with all the Gods should thus 16452|Concord with him, and to war to convene 16452|So many mighty warriors, his heart would break. 16452|Then, swift from Troy they rush'd, and the loud trumpet to 16452|The Greeks, as to a victor oft they came. 16452|First, Nestor, son of Neleus, to the son 16452|Of Tydeus, and the other mighty Greeks; 16452|Nor yet were dead the bodies of some slain 16452|Of noble Menelaüs, but lay in wait. 16452|They sought the city, and, by orders bright 16452|That no one enter, sent the heralds forth 16452|To urge the citizens to flight. Them none 16452|Delighted, for the sight of sons of Troy 16452|So valiant greatly drove them away. 16452|Meantime, the Trojans to the Grecians' camp 16452|The whole body of Teucer, on a tree, 16452|Unseen, and of Hippotion's son supreme, 16452|And Diomede had brought, but them in vain, 16452|And, after, Diomede his armour took 16452|From him. They, then, their arms renewed again, 16452|And spread themselves abroad, and the clamorous shouts 16452|Of all the Grecians, in each other's faces, 16452|Mingled the tumult that the son of war 16452|Had raised. At once, as to the city-walls 16452|(And there they found him, by royal Agamemnon, 16452|The warlike Menelaüs' son, now fled 16452|From the high triumph where his spirit burned 16452|With glory more than fire, and the proud trophy 16452|Showed his own son and heir, though yet the child 16452|Of a gray-haired sire) he rushed; him, then, 16452|The heralds with his staff and sword arrayed 16452|Before his tent, placed him within the host 16452|Of the Achaians, and, to be the first 16452|To seize the brazen trophy from him, sent. 16452|He, next, to Nestor in his council called, 16452|Propounding speech. He heard, and him bespake. 16452|Hector! my son, not now, perchance, doth threaten 16452|Thyself with death to-night; for surely now 16452|We shall accomplish more; for thou art now 16452|Achieved, of all the Greeks, the most abhorr'd. 16452|Whom thus the son of Atreus replied. 16452|Greece, Agamemnon! Thee are the chief 16452|Of all the host in war; but thou hast had 16452|Too long a stay to boast of thy renowned 16452|And glorious deeds among the Grecian heroes. 16452|To whom brave Hector thus with prudent speech. 16452|If I thus boast, then may Atrides say, 16452|To thee, the son of Atreus, I have done 16452|Whatever may be done among the Greeks, 16452|And I deserve the prize of glory most. 16452|Me, therefore, with a trusty friend maintain, 16452|And trust thou art not easily dissuaded. 16452|Then Nestor, from whom was Nestor's son 16452|Hector, the mightiest of the Grecian powers, 16452|Slew two Pandiones, valiant sons of Mars. 16452|Three men of Hector's followers, who he slaughtered, 16452|The sons of Peleus' noble daughter fled 16452|From battle. Thus he gave them to the dogs; 16452|The other chief of Ithaca dispatched, 16452|Sarpedon, to Peleus. They in the front 16452|Invoked, the sons of both the Gods to Jove, 16452|And to ======================================== SAMPLE 10520 ======================================== 25953|"Now I can see what she doth wish to hear, 25953|And my ears hearken well for the first tones of her voice." 25953|Then she turned to the eldest of the women, 25953|And she spoke the words which the others had said. 25953|"Oh my honoured friends, what is the truth 25953|Of this? Why do you talk among yourselves?" 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"O my dear friends, who were together, 25953|When I came in a very large vessel, 25953|We were not caught by any evil, 25953|But by waves upon the ocean, 25953|When the waves had almost swept me out, 25953|And my comrades were all drowned on the sea-shore." 25953|Then spoke the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"O my dear people, who are friends, 25953|Do not thus your time and labour waste 25953|Wasting it in senseless chatter, 25953|Let us all be thoughtful and be wise, 25953|And not waste life thus in foolishness." 25953|Then the people of the village 25953|Ranged themselves in three great brigands, 25953|And they set out on their journey 25953|From the homestead of the village 25953|To the distant woodlands fastness; 25953|On the road went many horses, 25953|On their journey homeward onwards, 25953|To their own old dwelling, 25953|At the end of all the villages, 25953|And the homes of all the people. 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Rode upon the high road, 25953|O'er the broadest plain along, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"Climb, oh my hapless wench, my wife, 25953|Climb to my high-built cottage, 25953|On the roof of this huge cottage, 25953|In the midst of all its windows, 25953|Where the smoke of mine own fires is, 25953|Oh the world to me are full of woe, 25953|Of the woe this very night, 25953|For my wife in this very home 25953|Is no longer pleased with me." 25953|But his wife his course pursued not, 25953|She his course missed on the road-side, 25953|And he hastened on his journey, 25953|O'er the highest hill and broadest, 25953|Filled the country round with darkness, 25953|And he drove to Kalevala, 25953|To the woodlands of the Vapurgja, 25953|To a large and lonely cabin, 25953|To a hut with four large windows, 25953|Where the fire is burning fiercely, 25953|In the harbour in the island. 25953|In the midst of all his dwelling, 25953|By the end of all his chimneys, 25953|Was the lovely house of Tapio, 25953|Crowded with smoke from chimney-tops, 25953|Stood the house of Väinämöinen, 25953|On the highest hill of Tapiola, 25953|By the side of Kalevala, 25953|In the midst of all his chimneys, 25953|In the midst of roofed or ground-rock. 25953|There his wife sat on high seat, 25953|And the other women stood round, 25953|On the floor in long procession, 25953|On the kitchen's floor the while. 25953|Thus a mighty wave was rising, 25953|And resounding loud along it, 25953|From the chimneys all was rocking, 25953|From the floor-planks all were creaking, 25953|Rocked the house with all its people, 25953|And the woodlands echoed loud too. 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Looked upon the guests assembled; 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"What have I to give as presents, 25953|What as treasure as my portion? 25953|Now I know what my wife demands, 25953|And her wish is duly granted." 25953|Väinämöinen, old ======================================== SAMPLE 10530 ======================================== 38549|A little, and a little, and all in aye 38549|Suffers an equal weight of sorrow and delight. 38549|Thus to a child is nature, as the child may 38549|Contend in love and hate, the same influence 38549|Touches all, and overcasts all who can receive. 38549|But that which is the source of all delight, 38549|Is what we call happiness; and the same 38549|Pleasures, which are the chiefest parts of the soul, 38549|We call misery: what's misery but bliss? 38549|A pleasant thing is hard to be comprehended: 38549|A heavy blow seems worse than a light one; 38549|And this is like a heavy heart. 38549|A heavy heart may be bad; 38549|And a light heart may be good. 38549|And a heavy heart may be sorrow; 38549|And a light heart may have rest; 38549|And a heavy heart is sorrow; 38549|But we call a happy heart a load to bear. 38549|This thou dost hear with delight, 38549|Whilst thou listenest to 38549|My song, which maketh all things good; 38549|'And then' thou dost sing, 38549|'I heard it, and my heart acheth 38549|As a barren man that heareth and braketh. 38549|'In which the poet sings 38549|That his own country is 38549|A wonder unto all men; 38549|And a blessed land, because that his own land be so 38549|'A glory and a blessing, a gladness and a rest 38549|'Fairer far than any land; in which to be 38549|Of a proud temper, and in which he becometh a man. 38549|'But his songs were a delight, 38549|His mirth was gladness; his songs were a joy. 38549|So that we praise them with both breath and head, 38549|And say it is to love, and not love to be 38549|In the midst of a goodly land, that is full of love. 38549|'In which the poet sings, 38549|Not, as in other lands, 38549|Of a proud temper; but, of a gladness and a rest. 38549|He sung that our hearts' content 38549|Was the heart's centre; that no world there should be 38549|Where there were none but these 38549|Perfect, all-waking goodness, the world's supreme delight. 38549|'There are no world-wealths here; 38549|No kingdoms nor peoples; no vain crowns, crowns, crowns; 38549|'But a pure man's mind and a fair mind rule 38549|'These pure hearts; and a very God in one.' 38549|'But a little gold, more of this gold; 38549|And a long life; and no more; no last, last; 38549|'And the poet's song, 38549|The poet's song, was sweet; 38549|And with that 'tis here, that most is known; 38549|'And the Poet's song is a sweet song too. 38549|'For, when all things have given, 38549|And life shall follow life; 38549|O'er all the earth and o'er the sea 38549|A great kingdom's born; 38549|And the world's children be the fair things: 38549|'A great kingdom's here:--and O 38549|'This song with his song was mingled; 38549|'And our world's future in his kingdom is, 38549|'And ours is in his land.'-- 38549|O that my life and my birth 38549|Would cease and cease alone! 38549|O that no mortal life, 38549|Which we are nourishing, 38549|Should need the sun; and the shade 38549|Of the green earth may we part, 38549|And no part of us perish 38549|In the strife of a night. 38549|O that great men who died 38549|To break the bond of slavery, 38549|Would break all bonds at last, 38549|And live in a wild, undying 38549|Happiness! not in the land! 38549|O that all ======================================== SAMPLE 10540 ======================================== 2130|The gods and men were but a shadow, a cloud 2130|In the glory of summer, a gleam--that was thy life! 2130|The sun was setting in a misty sky, 2130|The wind was blowing from the south; 2130|We could see no road--the trees were bare-- 2130|We were hungry, I and you! 2130|How fast we ran--a tramp--a trot-- 2130|Till the road was past and to the right; 2130|You heard the dogs bark--'twas clear, 'tis cold-- 2130|I feel better soon--I've drunk enough-- 2130|Thank God! I live to fight again. 2130|Oh, then the road was even and clear, 2130|You could hear the white dust blowing! 2130|We ran as fast as we could; none spake 2130|A word of what befell. 2130|A horse's hoof, a dog's low bark 2130|A crack, a stir of cloth and metal-- 2130|A silence in the air as though 2130|The air did know as well who spoke. 2130|A moment--and the race was done! 2130|The dust rose high, the race was done. 2130|Who wins has won--it is the tale 2130|Who runs as fast as he can tell 2130|That all things is ended as he sets out. 2130|I had a wish that should have been 2130|A reality, 2130|But I have a wish that I deny-- 2130|I have a wish for you. 2130|I had a wish that was a wish, 2130|But it is not as you suppose, 2130|For there is something in the air 2130|Above (as the lark may seem) 2130|That seems to say, "We come once more 2130|To crown a man who comes not back." 2130|I have a wish that you might guess, 2130|But you do not--in fact, 2130|I have a wish you would have granted 2130|If it were not for the wind that blows. 2130|I have a wish you could disallow-- 2130|If you would--for it is true: 2130|And what I have there is the thing you call 2130|My wish to-day--but-but-to-day. 2130|He left, and came back, on the very next day. 2130|He left and came back again on the fifth. 2130|He left and came to visit us yesterday. 2130|He left and came to London--and did not return. 2130|He came from his work and came by post to the door; 2130|He came to the door and entered it; and as often 2130|As he came the same sentence said he was not there 2130|He took his leave and came again--and left us a note, 2130|If any of his family would wish to learn more. 2130|He left this very day and came from his work--to say 2130|That his last carriage to London would take us home; 2130|That he would take his leave with his gun, loaded with powder, 2130|At the corner of Wood Street, and that you could count 2130|"He came from his work"--and so he does not have to stay. 2130|As I was passing along, 2130|I heard a man sing 2130|Just like he did on the boat. 2130|His voice was as soft as the softest of strings 2130|And the words came very slowly, very fast-- 2130|"I have heard the call of the storm-clouds above, 2130|And the wind of the deep is my only guide." 2130|I turned my head as I heard his song, 2130|I saw his face, and I asked, "Who is he?" 2130|His head nodded, and his arms went round me, and 2130|He bent his head as he answered "Yes." 2130|And I felt a moment's surprise 2130|When I saw my face, and he was I. 2130|My hair is gray and gold to-night-- 2130|My head is bright above the snow; 2130|My feet are light in the wind they cry, 2130|My hair is dark above his hair: ======================================== SAMPLE 10550 ======================================== 615|That I could do the same, and give the sign, 615|So he would see the knight, and straight would stand 615|Afar, and with himself would be alone. 615|"He would not see the other man would stand, 615|But would stand close to her; then she would say; 615|'Thou art my brother, if thou art not he;' 615|Not wanting joy when he his word would do, 615|I, who am his sister, would be his friend. 615|"She would be silent in the presence here, 615|Since now she knew the other man so well. 615|This was the sign, and that is why this dame 615|Was silent; she was glad to see his face; 615|And, having made her own with him avail, 615|(And him in the full presence with all grace) 615|She would, because not oft as he, her be, 615|And by the law of love, should be pursued; 615|"And so she would, and did; till he to quit 615|His comrade was dismissed away, and all 615|Who by that marriage could not be her guide, 615|Bade their good lord depart and other stay. 615|So that they parted, one alone returned, 615|With a fair lady who would not go alone; 615|And in Argione with that damsel came, 615|Who is a little way afield; the one 615|So rich, that scarce her beauty doth comport 615|So all the others; with such fair attire, 615|As though for her fair face the flowers did fall. 615|"It now is time for me, as well as you, 615|Your tale to see, and hear the more, repeat, 615|Since I will tell your case like all my own; 615|And that is because I do apprehend 615|More sorrow in that one to tell you here. 615|That one is of a proud and rich plantation, 615|Who, though at other times, of love and me 615|Has stood so distant, that we from his sight 615|Have little time to dwell upon the case: 615|"And that, when once Orlando and other two, 615|Who, as I think, are far above the street, 615|Have heard of this fair lady's want, have cried, 615|In hope to speed her to his country home. 615|His friends will hear, and, following the sound, will strain 615|To see her; nor will she, safe in France, remain: 615|"But she is in the city, where she wends 615|Hoping some means to come to him by way 615|Of her own body, to receive that aid. 615|Thence to Herminia's hospitable house, 615|Where resides that maid, will wend her way, as well. 615|Herminia makes the young Orlando hers, 615|And sends him, every day and week, to dine. 615|"I, therefore, and my company, are gone; 615|And will remain, to-morrow to return; 615|For I have heard that on that road is one 615|Who may our damsel, and who may carry ill. 615|He will be hither, if of her I heard 615|As I did now; and I of her will be. 615|But she, when I have told the matter, will say 615|For that is what her heart desires, that I 615|Should know, by that good counsel, she would be dead; 615|"And of that man, of every one and writ, 615|She will acquaint herself, so far as need 615|Is from her being in another place: 615|But that she knows not why, shall be the test, 615|Whether so far from him she turn to-night. 615|But if the knight in any sort should see 615|Of whatsoever king, of kings or peers, 615|Of whom I speak, he will find that evermore 615|He is so far from him, that he would believe 615|He is of them that have not proved so true. 615|"For this he thinks that she, by other's hate 615|Or else his own, is wont to speak; with whom 615|He should not meet who were so well beguiled. 615|But for him, with good heart, if ever more 615|He with the king should wish to meet again, 615|He ought not, I by this ======================================== SAMPLE 10560 ======================================== 1365|To his master's side, 1365|And his master's face was like the face of death; 1365|He could not speak, but on his lips there shone 1365|The warmth and light of human sympathy. 1365|And now again the wailing and the shrieking 1365|Came from the dying man; 1365|He felt himself, now, in the man beneath, 1365|And all the pity and compassion left him. 1365|And the cold hand stretched to comfort him and save. 1365|And he looked up at the face, and the redness grew, 1365|And the lips were smooth and clear, 1365|And the deep blood seemed to his ears so near 1365|That he felt a presence near, 1365|And all his soul seemed like that man to speak,-- 1365|"Ah, you are dying; but there is a time 1365|When you must bend your head 1365|Beside the breast 1365|Of God, 1365|And it is best, now, 1365|If you should rest a little space apart." 1365|A silence seemed to fall on the place, 1365|As a man in a grave, 1365|And his face was cold, 1365|And his voice was low and weak, 1365|And his eyes stared at God. 1365|And the dying man, 1365|As he gazed at his children,-- 1365|The youngest child, 1365|Was a little dark-eyed girl 1365|With deep, dark brown eyes. 1365|For she had run up to him one morning 1365|And told her sad story, 1365|Saying, "I see you are weak, father, 1365|But you will save us now 1365|From the witch's cunning and the fiend's unholy spell." 1365|Him the dead mother gently bent aside, 1365|And took the little child 1365|Under the shutters of the casement, 1365|And placed her warm in her bosom. 1365|And all about the casement in the night 1365|Lay pillars of ice, 1365|And under them the moon did watch with eager eyes. 1365|In vain the mother tried to raise her child, 1365|She could not move an inch, 1365|But still her patient love the boy pursued, 1365|And always close behind her was his head. 1365|Then she raised the casement, 1365|Gazed at the little sleeping head, 1365|And saw a great fire lighting up her home. 1365|And never look back again. 1365|The fire burned brightly, 1365|Lighted the casement with green wood, 1365|And the child, in perfect quiet, 1365|By the warm mother's breast was laid, 1365|Folded up with perfect ease, and closed again. 1365|At that grave a grave they made, 1365|And round it a wreath of roses was bound, 1365|And over it the dead children's names were inscribed. 1365|There are many other graves in Rome 1365|Where the dead children lie, 1365|And the old men sit round the Cross of Shame 1365|Hung high above their head 1365|In a silent, secluded, lonely band, 1365|Who, when life is o'er, 1365|Will not look at thee and thy sweet face,--and thou, 1365|O Rome! wilt find it even so, 1365|To-day the new Pope 1365|Is the Papal brother, 1365|And the man in the black garb is the Bishop's child. 1365|With a cry of such a joy 1365|The little crowd stood round 1365|To hear the song of one who could sing the 1365|Most of the songs the crowd had learned. 1365|He had learned them, too, in his boyhood, and 1365|As he turned away to the college-house 1365|He was the first man there 1365|With his eyes open to the world. 1365|And he was glad in his second year of school 1365|When he heard the teacher's song, 1365|And the boys were merry, and all the girls 1365|Had for their music a delight; 1365|They danced and laughed and chanted it half-an ======================================== SAMPLE 10570 ======================================== 37804|Of men are you? what are they, those two, 37804|One, in the light of the night, with eyes 37804|And hands that are all life! 37804|And one the earth's dull dull light 37804|And earth, that has no light! 37804|They are one thing to me, 37804|The earth that holds all life, 37804|The light that is life's light, 37804|And you earth made of light! 37804|Ah, where are they now, 37804|The four, who made the light? 37804|I see the fire that was fire, 37804|I see the fire that was fire, 37804|And earth that was fire's light! 37804|_The four who made the fire._ 37804|_The four who made the light,_ 37804|_The four who made the light._] 37804|_And the light hath been turned to pain,_ 37804|_The end to pain hath been_ 37804|_The fire that was fire_ 37804|The fire that was fire, 37804|_And the fire hath been turned to pain._ 37804|_The four whose pain hath been_ 37804|_The four who made pain turn_ 37804|_This flame that was fire_ 37804|_To pain turn_ 37804|_This fire_ 37804|My spirit sits in the light, 37804|And the fire that was fire 37804|That was flame, 37804|And the pain hath been pain, 37804|And the fire that was fire 37804|That was fire! 37804|The light hath been turned to pain, 37804|The fire that was fire, 37804|I sleep in the fire and dream 37804|That was fire! 37804|Nay, now, I sleep, and sleep, 37804|I dream and sleep: 37804|The light hath been turned to pain: 37804|_A fire_ 37804|_The fire that was fire,_ 37804|_A fire hath been turned to pain._ 37804|From the fire there rose a flame, 37804|A fire that was fire, 37804|And the three that had beheld it 37804|Were slain of it. 37804|The fire that spake abroad 37804|Spake fearfully and vile: 37804|'Lo, all the world is aflame, 37804|And the stars are in a blaze; 37804|And hell is open'd wide: 37804|And death, the death that was man, 37804|Is the death that is man!' 37804|From hell a voice it is: 37804|'Lo, the gods are in triumph: 37804|I am burnt to my heart, 37804|And smitten by the fire: 37804|For this I am no more redeemed 37804|Of the sword that was fire 37804|For the sword that was fire.' 37804|'A plague-brand and a knife, 37804|A bandage and the bed, 37804|And a good crust and a bread.' 37804|And a bandage and a knife, 37804|And a bandage and a knife, 37804|And a good crust and a bread.' 37804|'A plague of my soul for ever! 37804|And the sun that is above, 37804|'My mind is to the devil gone, 37804|And the night that is before, 37804|And my sleep, it is worse than a snare: 37804|And if I should die before 37804|From the plague of their teeth and claws, 37804|'And if I should die before 37804|From the plague of their teeth and claws.' 37804|_Morpheus, thou shalt go_ 37804|_Into the house of sorrow_ 37804|_When the stars in their glory_ 37804|_Shall go dark before those_ 37804|_Whomsoever thou mayest see._ 37804|Wake, wake, my soul, for the world is young, 37804|And the day is young, and the night is old, 37804|But the light of the day for ever is young. 37804|We shall sleep, our night is night, 37804|And what sleep we shall sleep? 37804|Wake, wake, my soul of the ======================================== SAMPLE 10580 ======================================== 1287|But what are you--and what is he? 1287|He can neither move nor go. 1287|The young dog that wags his tail, 1287|And eats at dinner the meat, 1287|No less he can't be the boy 1287|Whom I see with my own eyes! 1287|There was a girl and a boy, 1287|At a house in the country. 1287|The house was all of stone, 1287|With a window-squares of glass, 1287|In which the boy came in. 1287|And he fed upon the greens, 1287|While he laughed and laughed away 1287|His cares, as he sat there, alone. 1287|That house was never more, 1287|They had all gone abroad; 1287|And the girl and the boy lived happily ever after. 1287|To the westward, lo, 1287|A little little house is standing, 1287|With roof-tree and chimney, 1287|I took a flock 1287|Of sheep, 1287|I set them all down on the hillside, 1287|I set them in a row; 1287|I drew the curtain farther, 1287|And left them to their play. 1287|I sat me down and turned 1287|Myself through the window 1287|Upon that little boy and girl, 1287|Who sat and played there. 1287|There was a boy, too, 1287|Who was sad in his play, 1287|He was only just come out, 1287|And he looked at me 1287|With a look that seemed to be speaking. 1287|With a sad look in his eyes 1287|That seemed to be talking, 1287|"This house is like the sea-side, 1287|Where ships may come and boats go; 1287|No one ever stays in it!" 1287|He went on, he said, "I'm sick at heart, 1287|I would not now touch a rag-- 1287|I fear a dog would bite me! 1287|'Tis a curious thing that boys learn, 1287|'Tis a grievous thing to say!" 1287|In spite of himself, he laughed 1287|So loud, and so long ago! 1287|With cheeks all red and swelling, 1287|And a look of wrath in his eyes! 1287|I went out next day, I hope 1287|To see this little boy once more, 1287|And his face--how it changed! 1287|How his cheek was wrinkled, 1287|And his hair blew out behind him! 1287|You may talk of the great orators, 1287|And your speech is the stuff of legends, 1287|You may be proud that you're the author, 1287|I have no pride at all, for 1287|I often go down to this house-- 1287|At night to my Bedouins, 1287|Where the night-wind sings and plays, 1287|And the stars sparkle through the willow. 1287|"He's a boy of no account, 1287|I know him!"--The maid-cat said, 1287|"I must confess, 1287|But he's no boy at all!" 1287|"What's his age?" the little maid-cat said, 1287|"And his birth-day?" 1287|Said the little maid-cat to herself, 1287|"Do you know, my kittens, 1287|How the devil he came to be?" 1287|"No age," said the cat. 1287|"And birth-day?" 1287|"No, that's not the least." 1287|"Why, then, he's a——"--A kitten ran, 1287|But he's caught! 1287|The young cat ran to her old one, 1287|And gently cried: 1287|"He's caught! I'll give him a good one, 1287|I'll give him a sweet one!" 1287|THERE'S a little boy went out to meet a bee; 1287|He caught it, and held it close up to his nose. 1287|He kissed it, and held it still up to his eyes. 1287|He said, "What a sweet fellow, Bee-man!" ======================================== SAMPLE 10590 ======================================== 4010|I know not, Lord, if I be worthy 4010|To hold thy hand within mine own; 4010|But I, who can but ever see 4010|Thee, Lord, in sorrow, grace, and peace, 4010|Will think it high reward to be 4010|That thou in peace hast bid me go, 4010|And that my soul may bless to speak 4010|Thy happy words. My only pride 4010|Is to be obedient to thy will. 4010|If but my loving mother told me true 4010|I should not ask--what dost thou know? - 4010|Such happiness could she give away 4010|To me, as well may seem; but this I know, 4010|She loved her husband as her life, 4010|And knew she could not wish him more. 4010|Yet, may it be! If e'en my wish were this, 4010|To see thy face no more, I might become 4010|In this poor earthly world unhappy. 4010|But thy dear wife, and I, to ease the smart, 4010|Should love her love as well alone, 4010|Thy soul's devotion, which I scarce can pay 4010|In this poor earth. Yet, ah! when I conceive 4010|That I should miss, when I conceive a state, 4010|I would be false to my first fond dream, 4010|And the new thought would not bring me woe: 4010|For to wish a change as far-fetched as this 4010|Was not to be ill suffered: 'twas to die, 4010|Not to desire a change so fit to Heaven; 4010|For, though my husband, he was man of worth, 4010|And could not be my faithful partner; 4010|And though my children, every one of them: 4010|Yet was he still my all-conquering lord. 4010|And now, if he were gone, and I alone 4010|In this dark world were cast, and nought but death 4010|Was left, I ne'er might see my darling dear, 4010|My only comfort, and the light of life. 4010|Yet this my comfort, Lord, in thy sweet peace 4010|And tranquillity, may nought be less; 4010|For when thy hope is in this lady's power, 4010|In her sweet love, and fond solicitude 4010|My weakness I dissemble. Thou hast heard, 4010|My God! that I love her: now, if I might, 4010|I might at least, my love confess the more, 4010|To make her love me, while her duty did. 4010|Behold, Lord, these maidens, one and all, 4010|The first of love, the fairest of desire, 4010|With smiles the which I dare not press; 4010|I love, 'tis true, and I have learned to know 4010|As well the worth of each, its own sweet fruit; 4010|So well, they seem the fairest in my eye, 4010|Ere they have even met on field or green; 4010|But let them come--one kiss is not so sweet, 4010|Though first it find a careless lip. 4010|And lo! if I would be my own maid, 4010|I may not scorn the honour thou assign'st, 4010|Though she so fair, though she so kind, 4010|To me, a woman, a child of care, 4010|And a poor fugitive from home; 4010|But let me clasp her, cherish her, 4010|I, too, love, in many an agony; 4010|If still in tears they fall, of course I weep, 4010|And sigh, and love, and laugh, and lie, 4010|And yet in spite of these, could bear my lot, 4010|If not to pass life in a comfortless breast, 4010|To know her in full bliss and love, 4010|As if there were no threat'ning storm. 4010|And thus, dear Lord, 'twill seem my lot, 4010|To live, to love, to love, to love. 4010|And so--'tis all my own; I bear no care, 4010|I care not if I die before, ======================================== SAMPLE 10600 ======================================== 1568|And, as we watched and listened, 1568|The shadow of the blackbird 1568|Suddenly dropped in the gloom, 1568|While from the darkling houses 1568|A strange musical sound, 1568|And an abrupt whistling 1568|Of white-knitted, silver-tinselled hands 1568|From far-away garrets, 1568|The sound of small, shivered voices, 1568|The tinkling of soft silver chains, 1568|The whispering of a soft, dark tale, 1568|The whisper of old melodies, 1568|The low murmur of a small sea, 1568|And the long whine of many slaves, 1568|And the deep crash of an inland sky . . . 1568|And the blackbird came singing . . . 1568|The blackbird came singing . . . . 1568|It came from the land of the sun. 1568|It came with the flutter - 1568|The flutter of the wings of the sun, 1568|The light and the flutter of wings, 1568|The flutter of the dark of the trees, 1568|And the flutter of the sky. 1568|It came at sundown, 1568|It came in the noon - 1568|It came before the night, 1568|And it fluted down the hill. 1568|It came to the beach at evening, 1568|The flutter of the wing of the sun 1568|Touched the dark of the water, low and grey, 1568|And it whispered to me as I lay 1568|And it floated down the hill. 1568|They have gone from me . . . 1568|All that I was, all that I was worth, 1568|All that I was born to be, 1568|Is a dark cloud over my head . . . 1568|In the land of the weary and the low-hung day, 1568|I have thought of the blackbird, 1568|And watched and listened 1568|While the shadows 1568|And the dark shadows 1568|Troubled the twilight, 1568|Till the moon rose on the hill-top, 1568|And she came to me, and she sat there, 1568|Bearing the weight 1568|Of a sorrow - 1568|A heavy sorrow, 1568|Heavy with still unseen feet, 1568|While the leaves fell 1568|To the ground. 1568|But the light came from the west. 1568|And it touched the hilltop, 1568|And it touched the hill and the low-hung day, 1568|And there was silence, 1568|And that was long. 1568|It's not over yet, 1568|But I know that the light will come there 1568|In the hour of the red-cross. 1568|I know that in the morning 1568|I will lie down and hear 1568|The wings of the blackbird 1568|Swell as the leaves fall . . . 1568|I know all this 1568|But I'll be in Heaven 1568|The angel who sang . . . 1568|When the wind blows 1568|The leaves fall to the ground; 1568|When the wind blows 1568|Closer and closer 1568|With their black wings 1568|Flung with fiery and golden flashes, 1568|The dark trees stand in the wind 1568|Huge and beautiful, 1568|And the wind is like a beautiful voice over them. 1568|Out on the blue you are sailing, 1568|Through the night it's dark and cold; 1568|And I think of the blue-black clouds, 1568|That drift over you and me. 1568|You look with a smile on me 1568|With a sweet, daring kiss! 1568|And the wind is like a beautiful woman 1568|Beneath the moon, 1568|And a wind that I never will see again 1568|Is singing an old song. 1568|There's a voice in the trees 1568|That no one can hear, 1568|And so low and sweet 1568|It does not reach the soul, 1568|But only make the trees 1568|Make all night long; 1568|A voice that no one should hear, 1568 ======================================== SAMPLE 10610 ======================================== 28591|And when my heart is sad, as in the light of Heaven, 28591|It will shine, and make me glad; 28591|And when my life is sad, I think there is not 28591|A joy so sweet as joy from Him! 28591|I love Him who has given His life for me: 28591|He who has given itself for me, 28591|Not that aught be more grateful, but that, 28591|Thyself a child of His, I may be 28591|A child of His: thus, in this holy bond, 28591|I love me God, and live a child! 28591|I will not say: "If I must love thee, 28591|I will not love thee with my whole might; 28591|I will not lie down and cry in wrath, 28591|And shame thee with my tears and sighs." 28591|I will not hide me from myself, 28591|Nor shrink from the heart-wrung voice of care: 28591|I will not doff the garb that I wear, 28591|Nor quit my loved one's side! 28591|I will not shun the home where love is well, 28591|Nor turn from its bright, full life; 28591|But what the world has given to me, I take! 28591|And what I need to be a child! 28591|But what is here to thee? 28591|There is a light that comes from within, 28591|That fills the spirit like a flood, 28591|That sets itself before thine eyes 28591|In beauty far too great to be thine own! 28591|It gleams for thee; it seems to thee 28591|A vision that is far too clear, 28591|Beyond the reach of darkness or the dawn-- 28591|It comes to thy sight like a blue sky! 28591|It shines as in a dream, 28591|It seems as in a day! 28591|Thou'lt see it when the night is still; 28591|When all the stars have set; 28591|When earth's quiet day is o'er; 28591|Thou'lt see it, for thy soul is strong, 28591|And steadfast as a stone! 28591|When shadows gather round thy sleep, 28591|And all the day is still, 28591|That light is a thought of sin 28591|That lighteth ever so! 28591|When all the world is still, 28591|And all is sin and sorrowing; 28591|Thou'lt see it, for it is thy rest, 28591|And thy delight! 28591|Oh, what is this, my little one, 28591|That you have brought with you to play? 28591|A doll's box and a red rose under it, 28591|A book on Nature's magic lore; 28591|And, oh! how much it pains me, my baby, 28591|To look at you think twice before. 28591|That you have brought with you is only a toy; 28591|It is not your soul that is here; 28591|And, in my humble opinion, 28591|You do not understand your mother's prayer. 28591|To make your playbox more like a holy shrine, 28591|You've led it here upon the floor; 28591|You've taken its little pictures from their frames; 28591|And on such things you have had your play. 28591|But, though it is a toy; 'tis not _mine_, 'tis true; 28591|But still I hope you'll understand. 28591|Oh! what were child's play! 28591|It is the child's prayer said with a sigh. 28591|And then within them lies a world of thought; 28591|And what to me is all the world-- 28591|Oh, this is my little boy-- 28591|My little boy! 28591|In God's great love to each, 28591|So deep his heart is to His lore, 28591|That he can only weep for me, 28591|If He would let me weep! 28591|Oh, what was child's play-- 28591|God may not answer but I know-- 28591|For I have told Him all, 28591|All, child, all! 28591|"Have faith," said the child, 28591|"And ======================================== SAMPLE 10620 ======================================== 29378|When the little pigs come home from the butcher's shop. 29378|And when the pigs come home from the butcher's shop, 29378|What will be left for the little pigs at home? 29378|Little piggy bank, where all your tins are packed, 29378|Shelter and food for the little pigs at home; 29378|But you have no human bones to sell for money, 29378|O! no human brains to sell for human brains; 29378|Little piggy bank, where your cash is kept, 29378|Shelter and food for the little pigs at home; 29378|And you'll have no more tears to wipe your eyes, 29378|O! tears of spite, not of kindness to all. 29378|My mother she is dead and gone, 29378|She left me here with you, 29378|The child that never has been fed, 29378|The little maid that never was kissed. 29378|My little sister, she is dead, 29378|She left me with you, 29378|And I never shall come to her again-- 29378|The child that never has a brother. 29378|Now I am old enough to marry, 29378|I will have no care for you, 29378|But my old father will go with you, 29378|To carry off the good dowry, 29378|And he will care for me when I am grown, 29378|You shall be my little maid and wife-- 29378|The child that's never been fed, 29378|The little maid that never was kissed. 29378|The child that never has a brother 29378|Is the little man that lives in the wood; 29378|He will take me in his plough, and it will ease 29378|My cares for to long, when I am grown. 29378|The little man that lives in the wood, 29378|When I am a man grown up, 29378|I will hunt the deer in the evening time, 29378|And keep the good yoke of a man. 29378|The good yoke of a man grown up, 29378|When he is old and he shall learne, 29378|He will go up into his plaidie, 29378|And take the good yoke of a man. 29378|The good yoke of a man grown up, 29378|When he shall learne well to read, 29378|He will go in at the elding-time, 29378|And make a man of me, my dearie. 29378|And when I am a man grown up 29378|I will make him two bows of the corn, 29378|A great bow of the corn, and a small bow, 29378|A good yoke of the corn of my dearie: 29378|And when I am a man grown up 29378|I will bow them unto my knee 29378|And put my hands into the great white goose, 29378|That has a white feather for a feather. 29378|The white feather for a feather 29378|Is but the whiteest feather, 29378|Which can have such a white likeness: 29378|It is the most precious thing. 29378|Then take her in your hands 29378|And kiss her often, 29378|And let her lie there 29378|Warm and still, 29378|That you may warm her. 29378|The little man in the Little Man's Land 29378|Whose shoes were made of the leather by the bees 29378|He danced the dance of Youth and was crowned a king, 29378|But he was but a tiny man in the shoes of Youth. 29378|The little man in the Little Man's Land 29378|Was carried out of the way of worms and 29378|A mighty troop of Dædrees 29378|And little brooks that had little voices 29378|And little shadows that watched 29378|And did not dream or wake; only they saw and heard 29378|The little things about the little things-- 29378|And when they saw that they were certain 29378|Of what they did not see, and what they did not do,-- 29378|A mighty troop of Dædrees, 29378|They strung them up in a mighty band, 29378|A mighty troop of little birds they were; 29378|And then they were ready to fly 29378|To ======================================== SAMPLE 10630 ======================================== 1322|A little boat-load of gold dust, 1322|A little boat load of gold dust, 1322|Or would suffice me, 1322|And I can spare some few more tons, if needed to be paid for, at least as much as for 1322|My soul for all things loved and lusted at hath its sweetest tone 1322|Of lute and lyre, 1322|And all the rest of that world's pieties can do for me at all times. 1322|I might be proud to hold in my hand of a large enough quantity 1322|To give a goodly show, 1322|All the gold of a hundred times the price of a cake; and for all 1322|I should be a fool. 1322|A great big bundle! 1322|What a big bundle! 1322|What a great big bundle! 1322|What a great big bundle! 1322|It would bring out some things. 1322|And some things I should hate, and I should want to kill them, 1322|And these would go home to the people. 1322|I might stand in the wind and say aloud, 1322|I hate all this. 1322|But I'd like to see a crowd of them, 1322|And all of them men and women. 1322|I would like this crowd of people and of them, 1322|And all of them men and women. 1322|I would like to see them with their bodies bare, 1322|And their throats covered over with white cloths, 1322|And be beaten upon the backs of each, 1322|And suffer horribly. 1322|To see them with their bodies bare, 1322|But all of them men and women. 1322|I have seen the women in the boat, 1322|And I am free to say aloud, 1322|I hate all this gold so much more than this gold, 1322|And that gold is as unneeded. 1322|I'd like to see the women be kept from the beach, 1322|And the men and the boys at the helm, 1322|I'd like to see the boats go out and in, 1322|But not put them under my foot. 1322|They should be clean, and the boys should go out when the rains come, 1322|To play at the ball at the same time. 1322|For all of this I have said in the rain, 1322|And the wind is strong enough and the rains are bad enough, 1322|So I shall have the vote for you. 1322|I have tried for the vote in the sea, 1322|I have writ for the vote in the lakes, 1322|I have spoken for the vote in the air, 1322|I have written for the vote in all rivers, 1322|I have voted for the vote myself, 1322|I am free to say I hate all this gold, 1322|That I loathe and hate all this gold. 1322|It is easy to break out in a song of the joy of the great world, 1322|it is easy to sing of its happiness and its beauty. 1322|It is easy, the way with a boy! 1322|You have the boyhood of youth, 1322|The boyhood of manhood, if you will. 1322|You can have a right to the boyhood's warmth, 1322|Of the youthfulness of manhood, and also the boyhood's joys, 1322|You can have my youth for your own, and with my youthfulness, 1322|I have always loved the world, 1322|I have ever loved it ever, yea, even in the day of my days, 1322|Even when other people never loved it, and I was but a child. 1322|When I am strong and young, 1322|A good boy, I will be, 1322|And it is easy to tell my songs, 1322|Easy, sing them quietly, 1322|Easy, to tell you I sing them and say them to you as a man. 1322|It is easy, I cannot fight, 1322|It is easy, you must go, 1322|And go to the world, and live in pleasure, or to the world, 1322|Go to the world, I say, 1322|In the world I live for you, 1322|And will forever of you, 1322| ======================================== SAMPLE 10640 ======================================== 1719|As they have done for many centuries. 1719|The night was dark; the last man had climbed up 1719|The side of the great tower, but a white light 1719|Burned on the darkness, and the wind swept low 1719|The dust from over the castle: for the knights 1719|Had left their horses for the journey. 1719|But Arthur went down 1719|And lay in a strange land, where his bones are cold; 1719|By no man's path: 1719|And he had gone down, as if to search and see 1719|What way the day was to its end. Now, when 1719|They came to the valley, they found him there 1719|In the green fields looking over the side 1719|Of one big rock called the Blatant Rocks, 1719|A stone for his own eye to study. 1719|A black man there by the spring 1719|With a long sword by his side. 1719|And as he turned his head, a gleam of fire 1719|Startled and frightened him, 1719|And the man said, "What a devilish thing for man!" 1719|And the other answered, "Hate us, you!" 1719|"Ah, you are both men," said the black man. "But 1719|You see that there's something odd in this. 1719|You know that we are the Kings of this land; 1719|We are the Kings of him who gave it you 1719|And kept it from being taken away 1719|For the pride of an old name in a wrong place, 1719|As he promised." 1719|A black man said, "Let us go back! 1719|We know no more of the past, save that we are Kings." 1719|And of their land the grey-headed men of the Kings 1719|Cried, "For our old lord's sake give us back the world." 1719|And they were silent; and Arthur bade them lie, 1719|And show him his hand. 1719|"In God's name of the world!" said the King; 1719|"Shall I send for you men?" 1719|And the black men said, "No; our Lords will make 1719|Us an answer to the question, no man's king." 1719|And Arthur said, "My white hand is as steel 1719|To lift our word to the world." 1719|"We who are Kings," said the King, 1719|"Know what will happen to us as we live-- 1719|What is our choice? 1719|If no man answer us to our requests, 1719|We who are Kings, shall we still seek the world? 1719|Shall we still find ways and means to feed our thirst 1719|For some great love and glory to make us Kings? 1719|Shall there be more Kings in the land of the world?" 1719|Then the black men looked at each other and said, 1719|"That would never be!" 1719|And the grey-heads said, "We dare not dream, 1719|Let us lie still in the dust and listen." 1719|And Arthur knelt down in the stone and took 1719|A sword of his own. 1719|And a black king, holding it at the blade, 1719|Said, "A king has no sword; there is a king, 1719|One of the thrones of the stars. 1719|When in death a man leaves the world, and goes 1719|To the darkness, and the darkness bears him, 1719|It is his due and he is lord by right; 1719|If he is sick, or he hath wronged a wife, 1719|Or he hath done any wrong, 1719|It is his right to do him right, and let him. 1719|Let him go down the road with the dead, and be 1719|As the poor man that died." 1719|And he laid the mighty blade, and a smile 1719|Fell upon him, as he saw the smile of kings 1719|That would never speak of wrong or let him speak; 1719|But the white King said, "Go up and seek him out; 1719|And the King who is King among Kings will send 1719|For thee here, and thou shalt find him in the light, 1719 ======================================== SAMPLE 10650 ======================================== 1471|The heart of a flower by the lips of a maid 1471|Is the flower of love, whose heart is in a brook. 1471|Love is God's creation, and not man's; and thou 1471|Art the flower, the sun, the soul of my love. 1471|So I look from my palace window, and she 1471|Shines through my gates, Godlike; but I look not back. 1471|I am the sun; but thy lover is not I; 1471|I am the west wind, that laughs in the sun; 1471|And thou art the flower, O heart, for thy love; 1471|And I am the flower. In my gardens, all around, 1471|Flowers appear in glory, and maidens there 1471|Bend o'er them with their fingers; and the air 1471|Sways the sweet bells of lilies that blow; 1471|And over the bowers the dewy June rains 1471|And the dandelions, and all the day long 1471|The daisies run, long yellow daffodils; 1471|And all the night long through the flowery night 1471|The flustered moon comes wandering up and down. 1471|For love is God's creation, and not man's; 1471|He is its Sun, and its Moon, and its sea; 1471|And love is God's promise of the things to be,-- 1471|Love to my heart, love to my soul alone. 1471|Yours is God's world, where a woman walks 1471|The sunless gardens with a soul like hers-- 1471|Who stoops from a heaven not made of stone, 1471|That man may enter, and not hear the voice 1471|Of the mute things that dwell in it, but yet 1471|Feel the heart-throb of life--the sense of grace, 1471|The beauty and the ecstasy of life, 1471|Whose very touch may have a magic power 1471|To make a rose-leaf withered and soft. 1471|Woman is God's image, fashioned fair, 1471|Ranged round and set in a circle fair, 1471|In a wise quiet way; for God is God, 1471|And woman must be in a wise calm way. 1471|Woman is God's image still, even there, 1471|Yea, the small round God; for God is man. 1471|Woman is God's image in a circle fair,-- 1471|For God is man! There is no law in God. 1471|She is His bride, and He loveth her 1471|As God loves man; and when they are parted, 1471|She shall look on God as if she were a child. 1471|As a child looks on God, so I on God; 1471|But what is God's justice unto her? 1471|For God is greater than her and all his folk,-- 1471|The Lord of all creation, and she man. 1471|God is her lover, but in a wonderous way 1471|So is she God's lover: God is no more 1471|Than a little child is; yet she must be 1471|A wonder of majesty, and not for nought. 1471|O, woman is God's image, made fair-- 1471|No woman; nay, the image of the Soul. 1471|O, woman is God's glory, made fair; 1471|Nay, woman is the image of the Flesh. 1471|She is God's glory, as the light in a glass 1471|Is God's glory by the living light, 1471|That in us may live, and be, and be, 1471|The God that is, the God that should be, 1471|And God has made her, the Lord God's delight: 1471|And that's enough, for all men are of God. 1471|She is God's joy, the Lord hath made her, 1471|And the Lord hath given; and her life is sweet 1471|As a new song in spring-time sung, 1471|That God, who is God, hath chosen to sing. 1471|For man shall live when woman dies, 1471|And woman's life shall be a mystery. 1471|And she shall walk a thousand paths 1471|In a world ======================================== SAMPLE 10660 ======================================== 18396|A' that I love her. 18396|Come, O come, and I will gae, 18396|Come, I will gae aboon, 18396|Come, my dear luve, come, come away! 18396|Come, my love, come away. 18396|O haud your tongue, and don't mak' a noise, 18396|I 'll nothing like no dish but a glass of beer, 18396|The best I ever did see, and the best tout 18396|That ever did drink. GARLAND. 18396|O hail ye, luve, for my sake, 18396|I 'll nae spier for nane but a cry or two; 18396|'Tis the gree, though ye wad 'twas the wine, 18396|That spoils all the rest but the heart inside. 18396|And I 'll aiblins come back again 18396|If it 's you that I 've lain about my knee, 18396|And I wad be laith wi' you both for ae blink. 18396|I have wept and sobbed, and I laughed and cried, 18396|Till my heart was like jessamine's painted blue; 18396|Now I cair my heart a bit, and I vow, 18396|If but there 's nae tholin' when I walk, 18396|I 'll come nae mair to the places I 've left. 18396|I aiblins will come thrawart again 18396|If but the lads that had loved me at kirk-break 18396|Gin o' me a hoose, and the same siller bree; 18396|If but a bluid of my father's ale 18396|Dwarfs o' love in the heart, and the pair 18396|That in my cheeks had staw'd like a spring-tide tide, 18396|Shower'd on me at kirk-break on the same. 18396|I will be the first to come back again, 18396|And to thank these my luve that they had known me, 18396|And that I am thine for ever, I swear, 18396|For I could not have lived without thy smile. 18396|Merry, do you say "Merry Wallis"? 18396|I say "Merry Wallis"-- 18396|But my mither calls me "Merry Wall." 18396|Merry, do you say "Merry Wall"! 18396|I say "Merry Wallis"-- 18396|But my luve does call me "Merry Wall." 18396|Merry, do you say "Merry Wallis"! 18396|I say "Merry Wallis"-- 18396|But my mind still has Pats and Wassails o'erhead; 18396|For they may lie, and they may sough, and they may rust, 18396|And the gowden lustre o' the barque o' yore may glow, 18396|And the glories o' the barque o' yore remain, 18396|And all glory is gone, and the glory it had, 18396|And it lies in a land and no man knows where, 18396|Where now the barque of Billy's Bar and Goggy's Bar 18396|Pass o'er the rock, and o'er the water, and o'er the lee; 18396|And nane 's heard o' the tale over the mountains and seas, 18396|And never a song of "Merry, Mally's o'er the wave". 18396|Come, come and listen to me, 18396|The sun is warm on the braes, 18396|The braes that were sweet with the night, 18396|Are cold and grim as death. 18396|The stars glitt'ring in the skies, 18396|They bid the night be fair; 18396|But their charms may not all be 18396|The glads that smiled for you. 18396|While on yon bonny bank I see 18396|The glen so fair and bright, 18396|I 'm fain to think that it was made ======================================== SAMPLE 10670 ======================================== 8672|The mirth that's round your lips 8672|Makes each one sing 8672|When you are by for chat. 8672|You sit alone 8672|By the fire a clock in the gloom, 8672|And the little birds 8672|Sing and flap 8672|And with music rife, 8672|You know how their round songs ring: 8672|How they flutter in the flame; 8672|You seem to hear 8672|How the little birds 8672|Talk about the fire, 8672|And are ready for more when they hear. 8672|When at length you turn in your door, 8672|And stand all bewildered and still, 8672|A shadow crosses the candle flame 8672|And shakes the leaves in the smoke; 8672|You think its shadow is you, 8672|And know that you're alone, 8672|And the world is growing sad. 8672|When you meet that shadow again, 8672|And it's silent and yet more still, 8672|You think you're talking to your dead: 8672|You hear the little birds 8672|Babbling of a dead fire 8672|That was burned brightly with gladness then. 8672|How do you think the world will feel 8672|When you have gone out a-muttering? 8672|When you've nothing to fill your thoughts, 8672|And when you've nothing to mend; 8672|When you've neither friend nor foe, 8672|Yet are all things--kind, brave, just, 8672|And live happy everywhere. 8672|You've grown all old and fair, I'm sure, 8672|Since I saw you last, 8672|And so wise and well disposed 8672|I wished that I could hide my head 8672|And live quiet in my grave; 8672|But little did I wish you know 8672|That the world, you and your smile 8672|All laugh and think and talk to me, 8672|And now I'm not afraid to say 8672|That I'm wiser than you are. 8672|No more in the village grey 8672|Do you hear our noisy drum, 8672|The sound of which makes us feel 8672|A kind of glad surprise 8672|At having heard it in the night, 8672|Which so loudly cheers our ears, 8672|And makes us start and run 8672|When it thrills us, I've no fears 8672|To leave that noisy drum 8672|Where it first has sounded long 8672|And put on new coats again 8672|For such a night as this. 8672|The village grey may be quiet, 8672|And we may lie and sleep 8672|And not be troubled when heard in the night, 8672|But when there's a sound like that, 8672|And we've a welcome to our eyes 8672|From all familiar faces. 8672|The night is quiet as death 8672|And the night is quite alone; 8672|But when night does come we'll know what to do 8672|And what we can and shall do 8672|When he comes to look after life 8672|And do for us as best. 8672|Where a little boy who's had his head 8672|Stirred like a feather in his bed, 8672|He lay asleep. He dreamed he heard 8672|A foot on the window pane. He opened 8672|At the sound of Mary's voice; a hand 8672|Nursed him and so with gentle touch 8672|Was placed upon his head. Then came 8672|A new-born thought and a swift thought, 8672|To leave the window and go home. 8672|A dog and a girl, for nought to do 8672|When the boy was asleep, lay down 8672|And put out their noses, and slept 8672|With the boy that woke in the old place. 8672|The girl she put on her best clothes 8672|When she went that way; but in the night 8672|She was troubled when she heard a sound 8672|Of laughter and ran to the window 8672|Where he was lying, and caught a sight 8672|Where the girl and the dog together lay 8672|Under the window's shadow. There 8672|They knew that it was not that man ======================================== SAMPLE 10680 ======================================== 8796|"This," he exclaim'd, "is a marvel of rare proof, 8796|Believ'st thou not? it hath so often mir'd 8796|Both him and me, we scarce believe it's real. 8796|I had it not seen, so soon it vanish'd!" 8796|Now, when he had ceas'd, the Wise Man vision'd 8796|That none would pause to question, mistaking slowness 8796|Of his steed, who subsequent to Manus 8796|Stood erect. And now arrived at the point, 8796|Where highest the ascent would behoove me, 8796|Arys, against my left, "It is already 8796|Such time," said she, "that in the river's mouth 8796|The time it behoves us to make ready." 8796|yea, all things that are between, and measure 8796|Lakes and bounds them with high walls.] 8796|principle of the heathen.] 8796|residing in the fountain. The story, as well as 8796|the account given in his "History," does not 8796|appear to have been founded on facts or particulars 8796|concerning those persons or places, as will be perceived, 8796|which are alleged to have been commissioned by 8796|Apollo to assist in his election to the heavenly realm. 8796|But it is certain that this superstition was among the heathen 8796|immortals. St. Augustin has already averred that they were 8796|unto each other in love. They would have then been 8796|welcome as friends, and it was not surprising that the 8796|angels, from their own knowledge and action, should 8796|have formed an attachment to the Booke of Love. 8796|As the present Angel was coming towards us from the east, 8796|he brake off short of hurrying us with speed, and came 8796|against our left hand. "The reason," said he, "that I 8796|turn away, is because of this conjured booke, which, being 8796|smaller than the other, seems to have been drawn away 8796|by its own force." Then he said to me, "Even as the Nile 8796|runs across the desert, so does love enter here; and 8796|because the measure of this river is small, here our eyes 8796|will clearer be of those which are obscured by the river 8796|on each side. But that fair lodge, where we are pent, is 8796|rent by one that is not there; and hence it will be harder 8796|for you to penetrate this people, who are 8796|entering so near." This was what I beheld as I gazed. 8796|ROCHESTER, Written for the first time. 8796|O ye! who have nothing to show to others, but where fame 8796|prompts you to venture, make not your eye so blind as that 8796|you may see no reflection in the mirror; but be ye 8796|learned, that in judging others see with the discernment 8796|of a just man. 8796|Teacher of self-devotion, whose name denotes 8796|that the soul that abandons is founder, 8796|Advise me, that I may proceed upon my journey, 8796|upward by narrowing my way and raising my own. 8796|I am unwilling, if truly I may say what so advanc'd 8796|my hope, to intrude into the business of another's speech; 8796|and especially into those pallid tracks, which the 8796|following steps have worn. For which cause I have, wherever I 8796|have taught, rememb'red the lesson, not in words alone, but 8796|with the help of lean textual documents. 8796|The first source from which I took my text, was the 8796|Epicurean 'Dram Dictionary' (found in the archives of the 8796|Diocese of Venice, where I had lately left my instrument 8796|and other articles, when I came thither, where I 8796|dwelt. The term 'Episcopate,' according to which are 8796|celebrated by the poets of Greece, 'the dramastici dwdekt 8796|peridneis ambrodii ======================================== SAMPLE 10690 ======================================== 1365|In the midst of his own grove. 1365|Here in the very heart of a forest and sea-girdled isle 1365|He was born and raised. "I was the youngest child," says he, 1365|"And then came three on my mother's side. So I went to sea, 1365|And drowned, or rather was drowned, in the gulf of the Caspian;" 1365|And now is coming up to him, and he is a singer too. 1365|He was born and bred in the town of the Turks and the Greeks, 1365|But as he was old and grey he chose an apart place 1365|In the mountains, which is better than a city for age, 1365|And a house at the center of the cornfield he built. 1365|"It was there I first heard the singer's songs," says he, 1365|"When we lived up there upon Long Island together; 1365|But his was a language I could not well understand, 1365|For he sang in the Hebrew tongue of Joshua. 1365|"I told him I did not like his songs, for they seemed to me 1365|Rather to be made up of quaint old expressions of wonder; 1365|He took it for a joke, but never did pass it by; 1365|And when I asked him what he meant, he would say at once,-- 1365|"I intend to build a house there upon the plain, 1365|In the land of the Persians, and the rock is so high!" 1365|"And how did Solomon go there?"-- 1365|"On a donkey-back, with a flock of swine, 1365|That grazed upon the swards at Crete's shore; 1365|And to the Persians he conveyed a message, 1365|That a message no man of men could doubt." 1365|"And what did he say and carry?" 1365|As the young man paused he drew his breath again. 1365|Thereon he sat him down once more by the boy's side, 1365|And the words ceased to flow of the prophet-songster's voice, 1365|And the old man's eyes were filled with compassion and pity, 1365|And in silent pity and compassion also. 1365|"This is I," said he, "the voice of the living and sure, 1365|Who told you the eternal secrets of the world,-- 1365|The secrets of life and death, good and evil, good and bad, 1365|"And the secrets of death, which alone there is no turning, 1365|Which are so dark and mysterious, that a mortal's eyes 1365|Would be blinding to behold them, were they ever lighted! 1365|So that men should come to be in the days to be, 1365|And that a true and steadfast faith should rule all the world. 1365|"Therefore is this place of rest in the land of the Persians, 1365|Where the rocks are broad, and they protect us and guard us, 1365|And the water is deep, and in the fountains cool, 1365|And is the haven of ships that carry men and goods! 1365|"The day and night is the same here in the land of the Persians, 1365|Till night comes in the dawn, and the day in the light; 1365|And the peace of the Lord, and a quiet home-keeping, 1365|"Are the three principal things that a man needs to know. 1365|The third are the miracles that happen in the world. 1365|We have all seen such, and what miracle is there to marvel at 1365|But I tell you of some of the miracles that are done 1365|In this land, and of the mysteries and wonders I tell you, 1365|"There is the sun, and the great red sun, that shines on the land; 1365|There are three arches, or windows, over the large and wide world, 1365|And in the north of this country is a region of secrets and wonders, 1365|"And there are three wonders that do astonish the people; 1365|The first of them is the great white eagle that is soaring, 1365|And the second is the wonder of the Persian name for day. 1365|The third of them are the mysteries of the universe, 1365|And the mysteries are all hidden in the sun and the moon and stars ======================================== SAMPLE 10700 ======================================== 19385|That love is a thing that never can fade; 19385|But there's a love-fraught moment in a life like mine 19385|E'en when it's o'er. 19385|The gale that across the snow-clad mountains blows 19385|And ruffles all the air with wildest whirl, 19385|Is like a voice with music coming low, 19385|'Twould stir the fountains in the mountain brook, 19385|And all the waves would sing, 19385|Oh! I believe, in sunshine, in a dream, 19385|The love that's spoken in my troubled breast. 19385|How oft would I lie awake in the cold, 19385|And gaze across the midnight field, 19385|And watch the deep moonshine on the shore, 19385|Where the river waves are dancing low, 19385|And laugh beneath the moon! 19385|I have heard of bowers on lonely vales 19385|With fairy cots and lily-shieling piles, 19385|And the lovely music of the rills 19385|That wander round like dreams, 19385|I have heard of maiden maids who dwelt 19385|With brooding eyes so tenderly serene, 19385|And the blushing tresses of their hair 19385|That drooped to the nape. 19385|I have heard of holy walks that lead 19385|The weary soul to God; 19385|I have heard of the gentle airy rings 19385|That wander o'er the land; 19385|But to know the smile of the dear voice, 19385|To feel the touch of woman-love, 19385|To see her trembling hand, to hear 19385|Her sigh, her prayer, her kiss, 19385|Were sweeter far than all the songs 19385|I ever heard or felt, 19385|Or else that sweet, strange night of love, 19385|When a heart that knows no songs can speak, 19385|And I, my soul, could tell. 19385|Aye, sweeter by far to trace the lines 19385|Of the fair, deep look she shows, 19385|And hear them melt into smiles that are 19385|The purest things to me, 19385|Though the voice is low, and the soft ring 19385|Of an earnest look is gone; 19385|Yet though the lids of a sweet maiden's eye 19385|Are lowered a little, 19385|Her bosom, its full pride, will glow with love 19385|To see what the fair one may be,-- 19385|To know that she sees more than the others. 19385|'Tis in the memory of her old days 19385|She yearns for some remembrance 19385|That she has never seen in her life, 19385|Yet still loves her true heart's pride, 19385|And is aye longing to be told, 19385|How sweet was the home's quietness, 19385|As she stood at the open door, 19385|When the garden was a lonely spot 19385|And she went and laughed aloud for joy, 19385|'Neath the shade of the old-fashioned elm. 19385|And the garden's beauty she would fill 19385|With music, and with song, 19385|And she would bring with her a basket of flowers, 19385|And a soft, green basket full of fruit: 19385|And she would take some bread, and make her cup 19385|A little cup for her hand to fill, 19385|And then will the singing of the children cease, 19385|And the singing of the birds go down. 19385|All day long the little dames would sing, 19385|And laugh round her in their glee, 19385|But the mirth would be more soft, and all 19385|The laughter end in sobbing and weeping. 19385|I have heard the old man tell, 19385|Where the river's winding flow 19385|Sends a singing sound along, 19385|That a young lady fair 19385|Is coming by the stream. 19385|How fair the billows seem! 19385|How green the meadows lie! 19385|How sweet the day the maidens lead! 19385|Aye, they will look, as they look now-- 19385|Beneath ======================================== SAMPLE 10710 ======================================== 18500|There's a song o' bents and brents, 18500|And I'm sure I hear it o' auld men; 18500|And aye I'm sure I hear it o' auld men. 18500|If it's a' for money, 18500|Or his fiddle's playing, 18500|And ane can spare a gill, 18500|He can send for me, 18500|I'll send for you, my bonnie Jean. 18500|My love wha wafts me o'er the sea; 18500|I'm a'y near the drink, near the food, 18500|In the house whare people set me a-hopperin'; 18500|An' whiles whiles whiles whan they mak me a-jokin'. 18500|My love wha mak me cozie frae the fox, 18500|I wha wad think o' the wark, wi' the lintie: 18500|He's ower far at a' things whilk he's ca'd, 18500|So I ken he's gien' me a bit o' the grinch. 18500|There was three kings into the east, 18500|Three kings both great and high, 18500|And they hae sworn a solemn oath 18500|John Barleycorn should die. 18500|They took a plow and a plow-beam, 18500|They laid them o'er the land; 18500|And they hae sworn a solemn oath 18500|John Barleycorn was dead. 18500|They took a pipe and played them a tune, 18500|John Barleycorn was a merry airle, 18500|Fame out there spread wi' a leaf, 18500|John Barleycorn was a merry man! 18500|When he was slain they threw him down with glee, 18500|John Barleycorn was a merry man! 18500|O he shall be amen for aye, 18500|And our land may say His praise; 18500|John Barleycorn, a merry man! 18500|As I am a labourer, 18500|I'll sow my bit and bicker, 18500|I'll thrash my flail and flatter, 18500|And I'm sure I'll mak a liar of them a'. 18500|When I was a lad in the woodlands 18500|I lived by me ain mither, 18500|I had nae need o' a syne sera, 18500|My heart was fu' o' saut, my wi'er was freath. 18500|I set me a dram o' liquor, 18500|The wind was blowing strongly, 18500|I cast my neck aneath his knee, 18500|Then I spak oot wi' fervour. 18500|And I promise to be faithful 18500|Till death betein the king's ha', 18500|My heart wi' my mither's warmth shall glow, 18500|The wind blaws in my face like saut sea. 18500|When my heart wist o' John Barleycorn, 18500|A wanton frae her lyf-leif; 18500|Thae king's men gang her awa' like a drucken whale, 18500|And gang her awa' again. 18500|Their hearts as blythe and gay, 18500|As a merry, gaudy boy, 18500|Sair, as the lave o' the fair lave, 18500|Fu' o' sindy money sae blue. 18500|I've a pair o' pawkie feet, 18500|That are black to behold; 18500|But I've no braid taskes atwame, 18500|To run a lang hind amang'. 18500|I've no braid taskes but a few 18500|O' my bonnie silver toes; 18500|My hair's the bauldest in the band, 18500|As bauldest o' ane may be. 18500|Beneath my nose is a lassie, 18500|That cloots like a coof or a bock; 18500|She's a dainty wee thing to see, 18500|And I'm as lang wi' her mither. 18500|She has a gow ======================================== SAMPLE 10720 ======================================== 1304|And thou didst wake, and with thee lay thine empty glass? 1304|When all men's thoughts are borne in state 1304|Within their fathers' halls, 1304|The world's great heart beats on the wind, 1304|With many an auld-country song; 1304|But O, that song arose on mine, 1304|As from the mountains grey; 1304|The music of the Southall bells, 1304|And O my Byron, O thy wit, thy wit! 1304|When thy wild notes were blowing, 1304|And a' the warld for living grew, 1304|Thou wert the gladest man on earth; 1304|The fairest woman; 1304|An auld man might not agree 1304|With aye his five cot surrey; 1304|But ever at thy window lea 1304|They were three tears from the warld away; 1304|Thou mak'st the morna' goodly sight, 1304|And I am blythe at thy window lea. 1304|But now to tak a wife I gaun slack, 1304|As I have tane before; 1304|For a' my troubles ane be spoken now 1304|That I hae e'er been spoken to. 1304|O may I be content wi' a wife, 1304|The fairest, langest, and sae hire, 1304|And in her presence set my face 1304|Gane pawkie and sarnie 1304|As I gaed in my auld gray breeks, 1304|The boozie I sat nane o'er my shoulder, 1304|And took a wife in An Bord ae day; 1304|I made o' siller, though I paid o' blood; 1304|I paid me just, and gied the laird 1304|And the nicht I gat, I gied my ain, 1304|I gied my heart, and the laird and the bairn, 1304|And ony body was there baith dead or dead. 1304|The auld sun rose frae the auld sea, 1304|And cast his beams sae bonny blue, 1304|That by and by on the glen cam; 1304|My little white lambs they cuddled at home; 1304|It was but the mornin' and the mornin'. 1304|I cam into the garden gate, 1304|Wi' a' my wark and saddles three, 1304|And there I met my little maid, 1304|The twa lovely things we had, 1304|Wi' her I'd a' changed my suit, 1304|And she was mine for a' the tow'rs; 1304|Hadn't she got two thousand pound, 1304|She should hae gang through auld or young. 1304|But, had I been her father, 1304|And she was his, a' things had been, 1304|O what should hae hap, when the two 1304|Were in their pretty beds i' the mornin'? 1304|The mornin' light is glintin' thro' the trees, 1304|And the first beams of the sun their course are making: 1304|The green grasses and the bents are rearsitting; 1304|The willows, and the lilies, frae the snaw, 1304|Are makin' faces at the coming of the days. 1304|But O, how sad and dreary can be day 1304|That men should have to suffer frae saft e'en! 1304|They see the clouds, and say their wormy prayers, 1304|For they maun lea'e the day that brings them dee. 1304|"Blythe wif, blythe wif, leave me baith green, 1304|And maun sweetly sleep on my breast awhile; 1304|I will think on thee, and all the joyes thou hast had, 1304|And think on thee now, and sleep a while with thee." 1304|He to his chamber opened the door 1304|Wi' grave, and silent, grave a' things, 1304|To shut the light out fast bedadding night-- 1304|But in the ======================================== SAMPLE 10730 ======================================== 16059|Este aunque la más bandera 16059|¡Qué hartizaron la vía! 16059|A quien cuando me un hombre 16059|Que en la calma que me siente 16059|A quien yo en el cuerpo es mío 16059|Pasaban su austeridad 16059|Con un día de término rosas, 16059|La puerta de mí no le dente 16059|No visteáis la calma parecen, 16059|Yo viéndote con otras sombra 16059|No visteáis le correr vienes: 16059|No visteáis los mis ojos! 16059|¡Qué hartizaron las flores! 16059|Este cuantos es nuestra mano 16059|Es el que no me pone de dar, 16059|Que le perdido se le manifestan 16059|Pues, cuánto, hartó, desplegada 16059|A que paseáis la calma mía. 16059|¡Qué tiempo! ¡que no le diría 16059|Las flores que se le manifestan 16059|Pues, cuánto, habéis al áspero arro 16059|Con ásperos, siempre es posible 16059|Niñez, niñez, que le manifestan 16059|Pues, cuánto, pues, en esta puerta le ventía: 16059|¡Qué es la calma mía! yo á poco y yo poco 16059|En un cortège veníen los esclavos. 16059|¡Oh, cuántos bienes y dar, 16059|Yo cuánto sabeis fueras son 16059|De mi puerta tasa el santo lado 16059|Y de mi alma al cuello mostrado 16059|En el pueblo del rostro amado, 16059|El estado de los castellanos 16059|El que le adornará la sombra 16059|De la sierra del seno de Océan. 16059|Canta la primera dulce: 16059|La strugge serena escondida 16059|Llena su vergonzoso fiereza; 16059|Mas si á los pies al fin el arrojos 16059|Llenos fuentes de vergonzoso. 16059|Y como le dar presente en él según: 16059|Una voz entre las flores al corvej. 16059|No marchará su voz... 16059|¡Ocupada al Parque, mi Padre! 16059|Entre las flores serena la vega, 16059|En que el hombre la agave al niento 16059|Y el ángel al hondo de mi muñeca 16059|El marinero, la alzada fama 16059|Á los desgraciada de mis ojos, 16059|Y el altenó la hermosa mano 16059|Vierais al zafir que jamás en mi espada. 16059|El hombre á las flores serena 16059|Se puedencer la espada, 16059|Espera su dicha fiereza, 16059|El hondo de mi espada, 16059|Yo le encarece tochega. 16059|Sobre las flores serena, 16059|Que sus pies encendiendo 16059|Por los pies del sol. 16059|¡Oh vergonzoso salva! 16059|¡Y puede me dió en vano 16059|Del cáliz de hemosozos! 16059|No hay pasa que salva, 16059|Que su mirada no impresas. 16059|Todo cual vergonzoso puedo, 16059|Como en la cualquier hielo, 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 10740 ======================================== 1365|"To you, dear mother, and to your own heart, 1365|As many as we speak here of, have grown 1365|Homeward once more, with the same good luck 1365|They left behind, with the same delight 1365|And the same peace they sought." 1365|Said the little nurse, 1365|"And so, dear mother, you are coming soon, 1365|And you look so tired, and I must rest. 1365|We cannot be long on this forgery 1365|Till at length the sun has risen red 1365|Over the western hills, and over the sea. 1365|Then, dear mother, you will rest in the shade, 1365|And I will stand at the window 1365|Telling time, 'twixt the sound of horn and hush, 1365|Old Cæcilla's Dawn, and my own heart's dream." 1365|And the mother answered with maiden air, 1365|"When I am at home I will stand at the gate, 1365|And beg of the nurse to set me on hand 1365|And see the old women in gray." 1365|And the nurse told her 1365|To lead the way, but with a frown at the gate 1365|She shook her head and said, "Not yet, not yet!" 1365|She turned, and with her other handmaids, and still 1365|A silence hung about, save where the rush 1365|Of water from the mountain-passes broke 1365|On the gray twilight; then the horn blew shrill, 1365|And a light-haired minstrel came dancing to her, 1365|And whispered with her, 1365|"Why are you silent, child? It is not meet, 1365|In a land so famous and of high birth, 1365|To bid so welcome company. 1365|"For one of you, 1365|Be silent, too, and listen, till I teach 1365|A stranger to kneel down and in prayer 1365|Tell God, O mother, for her sake, who sent 1365|Thee to this land, to please him with an ear 1365|Who from the first and to the last, 1365|And by her every day, 1365|With his great gift of soul, he would requite 1365|With words of love and praise, as thou shalt hear. 1365|"A little child, I came, 1365|A little child with gold upon my breast, 1365|And now this precious treasure hath no place 1365|Within my heart. 1365|I know it well, 1365|For with our forefathers 'twas we who took 1365|The treasure, and to the gathering years 1365|Of sorrow bore it back; for as the treasure 1365|We loved, we took, not only from the thief 1365|Who stole it from us. Who would not seek, 1365|When he had brought the gift, more in the gift 1365|Than to our eyes could understand? 1365|"And now, and now, and ever, mother, speak 1365|A word to us and teach us, and we strive 1365|To speak it, and the people all applaud. 1365|Our voices fill the temple; and we feel, 1365|O mother, you are worthy of the fame 1365|Of so much service done for so long a time, 1365|So far beyond us all others; and above 1365|All, your love has brought us. The old maids 1365|Are proud with many a story, and are proud 1365|Of the memory of their late, young lovers; 1365|And each and all are proud that they have loved 1365|Who have been great-hearted as you were. 1365|"You have not forgotten; now, as then, 1365|I am proud to love you, and with you 1365|Are not of all of the past proud; I dare 1365|The task that is yet in great souls ordained; 1365|I dare the task, and must; for the great ones 1365|Who have lived, are living yet to be remembered. 1365|"We, the good old people, have not lived 1365|With any faults our forefathers had. 1365|We have not known a shame, or any ill 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 10750 ======================================== 27221|With solemn, thoughtful, and profound, 27221|Sole voice, sole judgment, and sole sense, 27221|He roused, by sacred inspiration, 27221|The soul to higher thought and pow'rs. 27221|And when the genial warmth succeeded 27221|Of richer stream and milder air, 27221|Thrice were his sacred hands extended 27221|O'er other lands and kindred, wide 27221|On foreign shores the mighty reach; 27221|Four times with terror through the wilderness 27221|Wide o'er the ocean's billowy maze, 27221|He led the wand'ring victims on 27221|Into the dim, unsurveyed deep. 27221|O'er the deep sea they are borne 27221|On the glad wings of God! 27221|But the world's great sire awakes, 27221|All its ills and hate for ever past, 27221|And with impassioned voice he greets 27221|The world's new born Christ, and bids him rise. 27221|Then, as from earth's remotest springs 27221|The nymphs, for ever placid, left their deeps, 27221|And the lone ocean round them waved her wave, 27221|The whole deep was enwrapt in silence pure, 27221|Where the mystic voice of the Siren pours 27221|Low, deep, solemn dreary moans, and dies. 27221|And, where the waves of the wide calm sleep, 27221|The ocean-winds are silent, far and wide, 27221|And, where the tide of the placid calm 27221|Sleeps, and no tempest the deep consumes, 27221|The ocean-cry of the Siren sobs, 27221|And, far below, the Ocean-pillars break. 27221|Then from her deep, reposed bosom, falls 27221|Upon her lover's cheek a sleep that never wanes, 27221|And smiles a smile in his kind fancy's way, 27221|And all his soul beneath the placid brim 27221|Of her fair, unmurmuring, restful eye sleeps sound. 27221|O'er the deep sea they are borne, 27221|On the glad wings of God! 27221|And the world's great sire awakes, 27221|All its ills and hate for ever past, 27221|And with impassioned call, 27221|Wakes the world's new born Christ, and greets 27221|The world's new born Christ with praises that never fade. 27221|Then from a thousand bowers and groves, 27221|In the bright air of dawning June, 27221|The Lamb of God assiduous went, 27221|And bore a bride unto the light 27221|From out the amber of the East; 27221|And when the Lamb of God found shade, 27221|He murmured softly, 'I am trod 27221|Upon yet once more by the children of earth.' 27221|The bridegroom heard the sound of woe, 27221|They fell upon one another: 27221|O'erwhelmed with deep distress, the scorn 27221|Of all the world, the young man quailed, 27221|And scarcely would the angel flap 27221|His wing above the trembling bride. 27221|But when he saw the virgin blush, 27221|He clasped her in a ring, 27221|And kissed her lips that scarce were parted 27221|And fondled with a kiss 27221|Her form almost beatified, 27221|For woeful thought upon the soul 27221|He knew his guest was near to die; 27221|Then to the altar, by the shrined 27221|Inward flame, and by the kisses blest, 27221|Breathed back to him the sacramental breath. 27221|And the great Lord of Life, as when 27221|A holy and a glad company 27221|With consecrating rites rejoice, 27221|Tasted of the sacred well-wrought 27221|And consecrated vina,-- 27221|The blood of lamb or deer or goat, 27221|The cup from off the altar sent, 27221|The consecrating salt he tasted, 27221|And cried, 'O holy and glad, 27221|With thee I worship God once more.' 27221 ======================================== SAMPLE 10760 ======================================== 21505|I have not come from those my father or-- 21505|The son I have not loved, has done no more 21505|Than I have done, or his or her to-day. 21505|The last long, mournful day when a man dies 21505|I have not seen my son pass by the door 21505|And say, "Good father, now I know to pray!" 21505|I have not heard his father, or his mother, 21505|Or brother, or sweetheart, say a word! 21505|I do not know his feelings, nor his fears; 21505|Not knowing him, I would not know him now, 21505|His dying words may be but one sigh! 21505|I see my brother with white hair, and eyes 21505|Of deep emotion, as when he is mad, 21505|Who, for his father's sins, hath come to save 21505|His mother from the flames. But, alas! 21505|Though he has lost his mother, he hath lost 21505|His father's love, whom he did trust to save 21505|His brothers and sweetheart who to-day, 21505|In fire, perish by the hands of men! 21505|I wish I were where he lies dying--here 21505|With tears upon each vacant place of earth, 21505|As he sleeps in his last sleep! I would have 21505|A place of his within the house, and he, 21505|He too, in that eternal night, might see 21505|The faces of his old friends and brothers dear, 21505|And his own children--and no eyes should meet 21505|Their gaze, to bug him thus; nor any hand 21505|Lay gently upon the corpse, nor should 21505|The sorer hand be laid upon the clay, 21505|Or yet the flinty slab with ointment white 21505|Be laid upon the face. He would behold 21505|His little little sons, who now are grown, 21505|And would not long so sweet a sleep endure, 21505|Without a tear upon their lifeless brow. 21505|No, no! I would not see him ever die 21505|Unless this very day he should behold 21505|The face of his old father and his mother 21505|And, at the last, of his sweethearts dear: 21505|No, no! I would not see him die, in truth! 21505|They were a loving pair, and loved each other, 21505|Though but an infant at their breast. To them 21505|Nature gave to live a life of bliss, 21505|But now I feel their lives are far away; 21505|I only know they are indeed no more! 21505|I would not see them die, for I would go 21505|And bring them both--yet I would be at peace, 21505|And nevermore on earth upon my knees 21505|Such sweet sorrow wash my cheeks: I wot not why 21505|They must in everlasting sleep abide 21505|Without a tear, or even a thought of pain. 21505|"I'll not go with him, for he is too dear 21505|And worthy of my thoughts; but if the truth 21505|I tell you be not idle, but believe, 21505|My little ones can have a fair opinion, 21505|And I'll not then be wrong in saying so: 21505|They are both, as I believe, true, good, and wise, 21505|Whose souls and bodies were all made for this, 21505|That they should so hereafter prove as naught: 21505|I mean they should be good, and free from sin, 21505|And all the rest--God loves them, he is good, 21505|He knows their faults, for how can he be wrong? 21505|No, I shall not go with him, and thus beg, 21505|But in my very heart with him would dwell, 21505|Till I am dead, and in my grave may rest: 21505|So say they all;--'tis true I never did. 21505|So now, my darling, go, and think no more, 21505|I'll not go with, nor yet for this return 21505|To see you face to face, nor hear the tale 21505|Of so much pain you must endure; but, good, 21505|A little time will find me ======================================== SAMPLE 10770 ======================================== 1745|Thrice happy in them, and the rest in mee, 1745|So oft, and for so lasting good. 1745|The Angel now departed, with sugred spray, 1745|On either side the sune and starrie Couragious Light 1745|Descended, hee in heauen the Sea maketh salt, 1745|And the shadie Rivers, with deaw drops now calme. 1745|Cherish not the Harvest, gather not flowers onely 1745|Seed of eternal delight, the day shall come, 1745|Thrice happy in thee, and in those dainties spent, 1745|So oft, and for so lasting good. 1745|These plagues and miracles that now appeare, 1745|That of this World a confirme may make thee, 1745|Whom at the right Hand of thy Son, who sittest here 1745|Avengenc't in glory to set at large 1745|All the corruption: let it well suffice thee, 1745|To see him incorruptible, and thee fit, 1745|Like him, secure in handmaid and in Rose 1745|Renowned, dignitie, and perfect in his grace. 1745|For I baptize thee, thou desiring, SEEKING. 1745|Wisdom, that all things bounte and benigne 1745|And milde, which faire Morning Star in shew 1745|Of His looves light and health doth scatter wide 1745|After the golden Chariot of Light of light, 1745|To thee her constant voice doth hymne, and say, 1745|Behold I where new spring flowers spring and grow; 1745|In which as Autumn they abundantly breathe, 1745|Delighted with the sweets of this darksome World; 1745|So fresh imbracing here, with breezes fair 1745|Oft do I blow their welcome, and amid 1745|The sweetest Palme, if Morn be gracing here, 1745|Doth murmur treble dittie, with her voice 1745|Doth murmur, while she feeles my balmie breath, 1745|Doth sigh, which she that is his blest Demiour 1745|Doth say, and for her I do borrow breath, 1745|So that the Earth may take what wanteth her, 1745|And for his sake I live not here to die; 1745|But here for dying, shall his burial be, 1745|And here for me to live, and here I shall see 1745|His spirit borne, though in this glistering frame, 1745|And after my lifetime, shall behold 1745|His rising from the dead, and after mine, 1745|So to approachen him with musick sweet, 1745|And with good side by day, his ornament 1745|Of mirth, his delight, his sole solace blishen 1745|With gaudy gold, his precious and most rare, 1745|The which he doth upon this rinde adorn, 1745|And made me this by gifte, that he may bring 1745|His spirit thither to enjoy his self. 1745|Lo, how my self in this fair chandelier 1745|Of Flower and Star, doe shine as bright and good 1745|And as enchanting, as those other worlds, 1745|Which wee, misappointed once, doe complain 1745|Of troubles that doe fall out of our will, 1745|VVhich had they been govern'd better, lou'd 1745|Of better counsell, not errour so. 1745|For what can fault or cause surcharg'd be, 1745|That this my Glory should be surcharg'd so? 1745|I was the cause, but he, perchance, the wretch; 1745|For if his vertue, in my strength did lack, 1745|It were not hard to undo it, he the while, 1745|As learnd I in al this tract, neither bold 1745|Nor timorous, but observant of my end. 1745|And now behold a marvel, which may seeme 1745|Proceeding from these glittring chambers, to 1745|confounded curiosity; for who can shew, 1745|In figures so cunning, how one word may run ======================================== SAMPLE 10780 ======================================== May it not be so, 23972|Thou who hast taken care of me? 23972|I hear, I hear the city throng-- 23972|No city in the world! 23972|And as a bird that hath had her hook 23972|Is calling o'er the bough, 23972|So through the sounds and words ye bring, 23972|Ye are bringing home my son. 23972|The voice rings out, "He is with Him!" 23972|Oh, when will mine arrive? 23972|I never will be gone from you, 23972|Or know you any more. 23972|'Tis all I ever had--for He 23972|Could never feel more Light. 23972|What if I should take a lover, 23972|And you were left to me, 23972|I should not see him ever depart 23972|So far away from you. 23972|Love, that doth so unbind us, 23972|Wakes my love and sets us apart. 23972|Love, will Love call me, 23972|I'll answer to His calling: "Yes." 23972|It is but a song, 23972|A child's voice calling to me, 23972|Calling me from the sky 23972|Or else I hear the call 23972|With the music of the stars, that rung 23972|In unison with it. 23972|Dear Love, be kind to the one I love, 23972|For all the others are asleep, 23972|While I alone, from this bright sky, 23972|Am calling to thee. 23972|There is but one star in the sky; 23972|And when at the farthest my sight I meet, 23972|I then think of Him who is more bright 23972|Than all the stars in the sky. 23972|And what could be farther from my heart!-- 23972|The sun itself doth shine for me; 23972|And when the earth my vision doth meet, 23972|My heart doth it revive. 23972|It is not the cloud which thickly hangs 23972|Above the high-built fair; 23972|But a white, white cloudlet in the sky; 23972|And I can see Him there. 23972|Not many miles across the West 23972|Our little cottage stands. 23972|We sat one morning grapes between our lips 23972|A ripe grape in an hour so sweet; 23972|For that was all we had, save that one kiss 23972|For each of us to prove the charm 23972|Of that one hour of time we'd spent in one place 23972|On that particular grape. 23972|But that was long, and now we only part, 23972|My dear, since that one hour of May; 23972|And while you sigh for it, and are forlorn 23972|For us, who only kiss its side, 23972|The moon and the stars will only wait 23972|In the distant night for us to die. 23972|Dear, we've had our share of sun too late; 23972|Too soon we must have had our share! 23972|And if the stars come to bring again 23972|The blessed of night, the bright, the last, 23972|Their beams will not take us by surprise 23972|Ere we all lose the green. 23972|Let a few go to the sky as they will, 23972|'Let a few live forever! 23972|But let the rest be dust enough, 23972|Dust to want and want to live, 23972|And dust within the grave too, 23972|Ere another set of eyes. 23972|Who knows what may be born of Earth, 23972|Or what, till we are dust again, 23972|Shall die as we have lived? 23972|There lives a man to every hand, 23972|Who knows the use and value 23972|Of every tree and house and plant-- 23972|What man should be concealed! 23972|Whoe'er will have a turn! 23972|I'll tell you the reason why. 23972|I have a friend in Piedmont; 23972|He's like the Emperor's private clerk, 23972|If you can believe it true. 23972|He goes about among his dogs, 23972|And when he's come to ======================================== SAMPLE 10790 ======================================== 19084|But when at last they reach the shore, 19084|They find themselves on a rock, 19084|Where the shore itself is made. 19084|The mother-maid, her baby-maiden 19084|Looked out by the rock on the shore, 19084|And saw the great grey house there, 19084|But they could not see the windows, 19084|And the long long street was hidden, 19084|By the green hill-side that flowed 19084|To the sea-sands overhead, 19084|Where the sun was never setting, 19084|And never ceasing his beams. 19084|But the girl looked at the windows, 19084|And the mother-maid was wroth, 19084|And both fell into a passion 19084|And went on separate ways, 19084|Till the child was called to her, 19084|And the children were taken 19084|From the window to the sea, 19084|And they were washed and dressed, and brought 19084|Into the deep channel of the sea, 19084|On to the land of the great Lord Peter 19084|And his lady Beatrice, 19084|Then they left Beatrice, and brought 19084|All their belongings to that shore, 19084|Save a sword and shield and pair of sandals, 19084|And a helmet like an eagle, 19084|That they never found again. 19084|And there, in the land of the great Lord Peter 19084|And his lady Beatrice, 19084|They rested for seven years, 19084|Watching a beautiful bird 19084|Move on two legs of equal length, 19084|And singing as it did so; 19084|And never did they think of danger, 19084|Knowing that they should never find it, 19084|In a land the size of our earth, 19084|When a child of seven years old. 19084|THEY were all like one little child; 19084|All their faces were like sun-blots, 19084|And their feet were as bare trees, 19084|As they walked by a water side, 19084|And their faces and the water were. 19084|And one even hid her head 19084|All the time that mother lay 19084|In the corner of the bed, 19084|Knowing that she could never come 19084|Out in the daylight again. 19084|So they lived by day, and drank, and played, 19084|And sang merrily in the wood, 19084|Until the day was done. 19084|And as they were sleeping, in the night 19084|Something was sleeping in the house: 19084|The shadow of one foot, 19084|Two little feet as well. 19084|There was something sleeping in the house, 19084|And it was not a good sign, you see, 19084|Nor it was long after that, 19084|This little thing with blue feet, 19084|When mother started up and said, 19084|As she kissed her precious baby's feet, 19084|"What's sleeping in your feet?" 19084|"Oh, a snake," it said at last, 19084|"Wicked little wight, with long white tail." 19084|And as this little wight was lying 19084|Beside the fire a moment, 19084|"Now tell me of yourself," said Mother then, 19084|As she put the baby on the bed, 19084|And she rubbed her hands and eyes, 19084|And prayed they would be safe. 19084|But the snake brought up a thought, 19084|What was the meaning of that thing's blue eyes? 19084|Then she looked at the baby's toes: 19084|"I tell you," she said, "I've not forgot 19084|The time of year you were born." 19084|And to see if this could be 19084|The time of year they were born, 19084|She gave the baby a ring to go in, 19084|And told ======================================== SAMPLE 10800 ======================================== 19385|Beneath the shadow of this rude wall, 19385|Which stands on many a noble, lonely glade, 19385|And yet is ever, though my hopes be few, 19385|My life shall be the very light of heaven, 19385|The glory of my breast,--oh! then what care 19385|For other than to meet the love of Him 19385|That came to visit me when I was left, 19385|And, for the love which did its visit make, 19385|To have its last and silent parting know 19385|My heart was resting, and its burden o'er! 19385|The light was gone that filled the sun and noon, 19385|That filled the morn with beauty and fragrance rare; 19385|The clouds are gone, for ever and for evermore 19385|From earth and heaven, and where shall my heart be left? 19385|It was not in the air that the soul's sweet grace 19385|Seemed shed with one angel in her glory mild; 19385|It was not in the clouds that the bright breath pours, 19385|A fragrance that breathes from Paradise again; 19385|There is no soul but hath its love remembered 19385|Beneath this sun-bright dome; its memory seems 19385|Still to my heart the live light of love's fame 19385|With a heavenly pleasure lingers to beam 19385|Upon this place, though 'tis lost in the dust! 19385|I could not wander through these forest groves, 19385|Where all but the sweet lark's notes are unheard, 19385|Save that from the trees far off one could hear 19385|Through their long shadows soft-moving the tide 19385|Of a blue stream, that o'er a level mead 19385|Its way in sunshine through the dell descending. 19385|But oh! how melancholy and dark, 19385|Was the world round, when the day-spring of night, 19385|With sudden warmth the earth's reposing under, 19385|Brought soft delight to the soul's palpitating. 19385|Oh, how the darkness and grief of the soul 19385|Melt each to each! in the dewy morn's ray 19385|The moon hath her face for ever blotless, 19385|Though it has oft fallen into a blot, 19385|Yet when she rises from its slumbering tomb 19385|Sheds a sweet sleep and a soft, soft sleep on both. 19385|Oh! dark were the valley where we sat 19385|By the wide stream, with a song, at our side-- 19385|Where the trees, with their shadows in flower, 19385|With their shadows of sighs, were o'er the sea; 19385|We sat there, watching the sea's strange glance 19385|On the bright brow of the lone, bright tree 19385|And the white lily, with bloom, fair and wild, 19385|With its fragrance and balmy heart of green. 19385|While the wind, to our fancies no less mild, 19385|Mingled its murmur with our song's sweet sigh; 19385|While our bosoms grew pure with a thousand tears, 19385|We talked of a lot which we oft had had. 19385|Oh! then how dark it seemed, when a change came 19385|Beside the scene where our lives had their birth, 19385|And the spirit, with pleasure and pride, 19385|Looked with pity upon life and its woes! 19385|For, as we sat there, with the day-time's light 19385|Fading from the dark of the valley below, 19385|And the twilight, that blended our thoughts with stars 19385|Like the dim splendour of Heaven was shed,-- 19385|There rode two knights from far away, 19385|For whom every vein of the face 19385|Did gladden and thrill with the flame 19385|Of its glory,--the two dark ones. 19385|On a lofty hill of snow, in the land 19385|Of the dark maids of the mountain-- 19385|In the land of the haunted pine-- 19385|Was that knight's name and name's fame, 19385|The one, for whose name alone 19385|Cities, and folk, and kings 19385|Have long ceased to be-- 19385|And the other, ======================================== SAMPLE 10810 ======================================== 1304|Beneath the silver moon of June. 1304|I loved her, but that love was false, 1304|I loved her, and yet that love was true; 1304|I dreamed that she was fair to see, 1304|As fair as any is to me. 1304|Her cheeks were new, her eyes were blue, 1304|Her complexion was fragrant to see, 1304|The shape of her body was just right, 1304|I loathed my life, and would not have her long. 1304|'Come, come, and let us sit awhile, 1304|And I can tell you what I really think. 1304|How slowly she began to grow! 1304|I thought I heard her breathing quick 1304|And soon I knew for certain she 1304|Was going to burst, her heart I knew, 1304|My misery! O, come, let us walk again.' 1304|They saw her burst as soon, she died 1304|In such an agony of pain, 1304|My love, my life! I do not know 1304|Whether my eyes will be in my bed 1304|Or not, or if I'll go to sleep, 1304|Or if I'll dream all day and wake 1304|The sea will not be silent at all; 1304|And there I'll sleep till morning be, 1304|And find in a strange town I have forgot 1304|My dear, as a friend I shall not find, 1304|My love is dead, and yet I did not know 1304|She was to be so false as to go to sea! 1304|There was a certain man of the court, 1304|Whose name was Thapsus who died with me: 1304|His bones they lie upon a stone near the gate; 1304|And there I left her, for I think I see 1304|How my heart was so bent on meeting him 1304|And meeting him by-and-by, through tears, 1304|So that I scarce could keep my thoughts back; 1304|And as I went the street I met him, 1304|And stood to take him by the hand: 1304|He said: The world is so full of pain, 1304|And it is hard for me to find you true, 1304|And hard for me to find you true, 1304|That now I will stand to you the while, 1304|To stand to you the while, O Thapsus! 1304|To help you at times in bitter pain. 1304|And as we stood together, I could see 1304|How his heart beat against his breast so small, 1304|How his red eyes were bright as they fell: 1304|And I was strong as I am now, at heart, 1304|And so I let him kiss me so tight and fast, 1304|That I could feel the breath of life in his breath: 1304|And then he said with a smile in his eye: 1304|'I've been through many wars, and many woes; 1304|I've borne pain and torment through many a day: 1304|I've laid up pain and weary limbs away, 1304|For many a man was born a slave to care, 1304|But I have never had a thought of birth. 1304|And now I ask you, if you'd like to try 1304|To conquer life and its troubles by strife 1304|And trial?' 1304|So we looked at him, and he said no more: 1304|And all day, and all night, he lay and waited 1304|To tell the great joy that he longed for, 1304|Until his heart with a thousand yearning burst 1304|And I was very glad of his patience, 1304|For all day long in my mind was my dream: 1304|And then I said so, saying I prayed 'tween us 1304|That he should bear me a child, the fairest child 1304|There was, that he might be the fairest man: 1304|And when he looked upon me he said: 1304|'I've been through many wars, and many woes; 1304|I've borne pain and torment through many a day; 1304|I've been a slave, and they gave me the rod, 1304|But I have never had a thought of birth.' 1304|That night the ======================================== SAMPLE 10820 ======================================== 2732|A man's a man. 2732|If you think, and I dare say I could, 2732|If you think, you've been dreaming 2732|This last two weeks or more, 2732|This wretched half-hour I've laid awake, 2732|Baring my head to the winter. 2732|You're right, the time was our lot 2732|To be sick and weary and poor: 2732|But what you call 2732|The half-hour is long! 2732|Why, all through the cold weather 2732|We had none but what a big fat cat 2732|Was lurking in the back yard. 2732|The days were bad for us, as is said, 2732|And the hours, we all confessed, 2732|Are the hours you think. 2732|But what we thought is gone, like to snow 2732|Or rain, or rain and a windy door, 2732|Or a sudden gust of wind. 2732|The days, the hours, as a story, 2732|Or music, or a rose are said: 2732|But you, poor fool, are no more, as they are, 2732|They are past and gone. 2732|And thus it is, for the hours of your own, 2732|O worthless fool! are no more; 2732|You've no more of them to remember you 2732|As you were before. 2732|I am sad for you, poor fool! I am sad; 2732|And I was glad, as I used to be, 2732|When I was young, in the days when I laughed 2732|At all the things that I could not forget; 2732|I laughed along the hollow roads, and I sung 2732|All the wild numbers as I heard the horn 2732|Call the cows to milking! 2732|I laughed with all the others, when I thought 2732|The old days through with all their dreaming; 2732|And the wind in the hollow trees would blow 2732|A music sadder than all the world, as I waked 2732|To hear it blown! 2732|But you look as though the old and the new, 2732|In their mirth, could not put an end to the sound-- 2732|O you fool, you fool! 2732|You are glad, in the night-time, to laugh along 2732|The ways of the world: 2732|You are glad of the singing, and the laughter, 2732|When you are glad and old. 2732|O I am sick at the heart, poor fool! I am sick! 2732|What are you thinking of? Is it you? Is it you? 2732|The girl with the round brown head, and the dainty smile, 2732|That you thought a very woman, and who never loved, 2732|And the old world seems all too kind to you. 2732|And there are old, well-appointed, little houses here, 2732|Where I used to sit lonely. 2732|And they have servants to tend them. 2732|And the girls will often call me by my mother's name, 2732|I do not trust myself to utter it any more; 2732|I never liked her, but--I never loved again. 2732|But I fear a plague will come upon you. 2732|And I hope, while you live on, that you'll look at me, 2732|And wonder if I am right. 2732|I wish that I could live the happy life that I lived, 2732|And never think of you; 2732|But no, I'll be a fool forever, and you will go 2732|The way of all fools. 2732|I loved you once and twice! What do I say? Where's the trace 2732|Of aught that you could love like the way we did? 2732|I can love you again, or, if not love, at least love well; 2732|I'll think it an easy test. 2732|And I'll not be too hard upon you, poor fool,--but no, 2732|Let me go on with my life, and keep from a quarrel or moan, 2732|For I don't like you, and I'll not be a fool. 2732|You're being kept company while your heart is your own, ======================================== SAMPLE 10830 ======================================== 28591|From the dark to the light, from the night to the morning, 28591|From the noonday to the noon, from the midnight to the hour. 28591|So shall life-giving thoughts on meek hearts ebb and flow, 28591|And I with the whole earth shall mingle and blend; 28591|And the sun of all heaven shall shine on my lips, 28591|And the glory of all the world shall shine in my eyes. 28591|God, thou art the master of our will and will's right; 28591|Thou makest our strength great as Eden's vast height; 28591|Thou makest our power absolute; thou liftest, O God, 28591|Thy steadfast power and strength to our bidding and need. 28591|Oh! we have no need of thee; thy will is so wise 28591|And such great, that it knows no way to be wrong; 28591|While other men, at day's prime, would twist and twist, 28591|And do nothing but dream and dream their very sleep. 28591|The sea that drowns and swells and swings and sweeps, 28591|It is the will that sweeps him in a storm. 28591|But life is the work of the will, that we must do; 28591|As God was once, so shall we be, the while, 28591|For the will is the prime minister of Man; 28591|And we must be good, if we would hold the key 28591|To the life that is evermore in his hold; 28591|If we give the will its worship, it will turn 28591|From sin--a cloud in the day's bright sky. 28591|It may be thou makest a wind of the sea 28591|That mocks the heart that strives to be free; 28591|And life's cloud is but a shifting of storms, 28591|Who may be turned from his path again. 28591|It may be thou art the breath of thy day 28591|With all its hope and all its glory clad; 28591|And there is naught that can turn life to thee 28591|But life's cloud, like a robe of fire. 28591|And as the clouds that darken the sunset 28591|To pall its splendor are not more bright than these; 28591|Nor are the raptures with which man envies them, 28591|Than that high will that maketh them thine. 28591|And as the sun, that lightens the midnight, 28591|Still dimmest with declining lustre, 28591|And as the will without which man would be mute, 28591|Is God, and God is will of God's decree; 28591|And all thou must win if thou wilt be one 28591|With the world, whose will thou hast not understood. 28591|Oh, then, as the rose, that dies at eve, 28591|Dies in a certain likeness with the dawn, 28591|Life will have pass'd, and bewail and weep 28591|In the fair likeness of the morn again. 28591|And that the world may know what a will is, 28591|And that there is but one true will in man, 28591|'Tis my duty and my glory to tell, 28591|And make this story plain and clear. 28591|Thou gavest him gifts, 28591|Thou gavest him words 28591|Not to be taken in vain! 28591|Thou gavest him flowers, 28591|Thou gavest him years; 28591|Not his voice, thy flowers which bloom 28591|But for his praise, 28591|But to be held for hearkening, 28591|Not for being sung. 28591|Thou gavest him friends; 28591|Thou gavest him glory: 28591|Birds praise thy choice, O flower! 28591|Not for speaking, nor for bud, 28591|But for sweet speech. 28591|Thou gavest him words; 28591|His voice thou gavest 28591|To make earth glad with splendor; 28591|All praises shall be sung 28591|Of that sweet voice. 28591|Thou gavest him power; 28591|He was thy boy, 28591|An angel, when thou wast born, 28591|When thou wast ======================================== SAMPLE 10840 ======================================== 13650|Was brought to court by a dame of high degree. 13650|The court was full of courtiers,--some came from far, 13650|And some came from farther afield. 13650|The first to enter was a youth of twenty, 13650|With a mop over his shoulder. 13650|The dame was a courtier, but the youths were courtiers too, 13650|So she said to the courtiers: 13650|"Can you do what you come with?" 13650|The courtiers made a short bow, and answered, "Ay!" 13650|Thus was it kept all day long 13650|Alone that strange youth from harm, 13650|For the courtier young was alone. 13650|The dame's own courtiers they did not mind him a bit, 13650|For they gave him the tuck of their shoes, 13650|As he took his seat on the bank around his head, 13650|When they gave his mouth a quick squeeze. 13650|But the courtiers they, for so they call'd him, the courtly, 13650|Had the worst of that strange youth. 13650|For the courtiers they were all in a swound, 13650|For they gave his mouth a quick squeeze. 13650|For the dame was a courtier, but the youths were courtiers too, 13650|So she said to the dame: 13650|"Is it any use, do you, do it now, do it now, 13650|That we, who have heard, may escape?" 13650|"Not if we are going to listen," said the dame, 13650|"To what the dame has to relate." 13650|So she led them out into the yard alone, 13650|And up the lane alone, to her house alone, 13650|And she said, "To you I yield my right, to you I yield 13650|All my right, to you at least, 13650|"For you were not formed to listen while I speak 13650|To the songs of joy as I sing. 13650|"For you were not fashioned for listening there-- 13650|Nor you, nor any such thing, 13650|Nor you, if such you be; 13650|But you hear as a bird may hear, who is alone 13650|With the music in his heart. 13650|"And therefore if you are of our tribe of heart, 13650|Why do you shrink from me? 13650|Because I give you pleasure as the flower 13650|And the fruit I give you, and I know to whom 13650|I give you the sweetness of life. 13650|The sun on the rose is a pleasure for me, 13650|And the music on strings, and the light and shade, 13650|But never the music of birds. 13650|"If you are that tribe of heart I have sung of old, 13650|Come with me to your grandmother's home; 13650|For she has a room up yonder, she knows the way, 13650|The old woman will tell you the same. 13650|"I will fill you one pitcher with wine and spices, 13650|And you'll drink it on my shoulders alone; 13650|But never a drop from your pitcher should go 13650|To the woman that is your grandmother's dear!" 13650|The old woman heard what the dame had said, 13650|And she bowed down her head the more. 13650|Then she went up to the street, and she went back, 13650|But she went like a lily up and down! 13650|And when she came to the spot where she left off, 13650|She was a lily, and all in a smile! 13650|And when they questioned the dame further and told 13650|Of the strange flight and the maiden good, 13650|She spoke of the pitcher and smiled, I ween, 13650|Till they went home and were married next day. 13650|O wilt thou waken me from this dismal sleep, 13650|That makes my spirit shrivelled and bare of thought? 13650|O would that God, if He be loved, had given 13650|A flame that I could in thought of thee see. 13650|It might give thee pleasure to be with me there 13650|Sitting beneath the weeping willow tree, 13650|Watching the ======================================== SAMPLE 10850 ======================================== 1727|with your friends to go to the Argive ships, and you must stay here 1727|at home." 1727|Ulysses got on the ship with his crew, but the gods, and the 1727|walls of the house of Circe, took another. As he was walking 1727|about the ships, a maiden came up to him saying, 1727|"Stranger, are you living or dead?" 1727|"Madam," answered he, "I am indeed but poor, and it takes a 1727|dear sister to take care of me; she is all yours without 1727|profit, for you have Circe's sister Circe to hold as your 1727|wife." 1727|The maiden said, "My husband, where is your ship? Do you seek 1727|the Argive ships? Or have you come hither merely out of spite 1727|against the Cyclops whom you were fighting last month in the 1727|hills of Ithaca?" 1727|"Madam," answered Ulysses, "I came hither for a purpose more 1727|than my name." 1727|"Nay," said the maiden, "the Cyclops is all that you are 1727|hoping for. What though he is ten times as great as us?" 1727|"He keeps a seven years' siege of these walls, which you might think 1727|hard by now, because he has not ten strong ships; but he 1727|is holding back his ships till he can find some means of sailing 1727|away, which he is not able to do at present." 1727|"That may be so," said she, "but what about the Argive ships? 1727|Can you be sure they are holding out any longer?" 1727|"Madam," replied Ulysses, "their walls are not ten strong, 1727|but nine. They are walling them off, not of their own 1727|strength but of theirs; and the nine great Cyclopes are here, 1727|standing in wait for us." 1727|"I am going back to your house," said she, "and if you do 1727|not want to be the cause of this, bid the Cyclops to go down 1727|his gates and try his strength. But I intend to go over when the 1727|time has come and I will bring about the passage, so make 1727|sure you take care of me." 1727|"Go on," said he, "and I will make no further delay; let 1727|me have the passage to myself. Be advised, old woman, and do not 1727|fret overmuch about it; I will go out to sea in a little while 1727|and you will be well pleased, for the worst is over." 1727|She gave him a high bow of oak, a double bow of olive, and four 1727|sparks of fire. The others were very feeble, so they were left 1727|behind in the struggle. When they had all been put in shape 1727|as a bow and eight strong quivers they went on board. They 1727|rode their course with a loud cry up towards the heavens, and 1727|found the wind so bad that the sea swelled up to cover the sea 1727|and the sky turned quite black; the heavens were quite empty. 1727|With his new-bought arrows he left off making arrows and picked 1727|out a splendid eagle, winged it and flew after it, aiming it at 1727|the sea. He flew after it and hit it and killed it, but the 1727|eagle flew still higher as it was flying and took wing ere it could 1727|fly back again. The Cyclops would have shot it dead, but it 1727|saw the other one as it came nearer, so it let one arrow pass 1727|first, then the other, striking it dead also. "I will give the 1727|eagle to you," said the Cyclops, "so you can take it and make a 1727|marriage with your wife in her next marriage." 1727|Ulysses was enraged at seeing the dead body of the eagle, and the 1727|blood ran down the arrow to the bone. He went to the house and 1727|said, "Take any arrow from the great store house of Phaeacians. 1727|If you do not want to give me your famous arrows, therefore I 1727|will ======================================== SAMPLE 10860 ======================================== 4332|And the man and his girl are gone. 4332|His smile is like a flower, his face 4332|Is like a dream of light and love, 4332|I will tell you everything, 4332|And then I'll lie down and sleep, 4332|And your face will be far off. 4332|I will not find your place here 4332|Nor any part of you-- 4332|Only the words that we said. 4332|I wonder if you ever come. 4332|I wonder if you ever come 4332|To keep the door unlocked. 4332|I wonder if you ever come 4332|To sit upon my arm. 4332|I wonder if you ever come, 4332|To share my smile of grace 4332|Or stand and gaze at me and wonder if I'll take you. 4332|I wonder if you ever come. 4332|They walk, yet no foot in the dark street, 4332|And no stir of the leafless trees, 4332|Nor the faintest stir of wings. 4332|They are all so still that they seem 4332|If only a dream came to me 4332|I should follow you into the night, 4332|And take you and bear you forth. 4332|The wind has blown across the trees, 4332|The wind is so cold, so still. 4332|The moon is turning her round, 4332|Her face is in the east 4332|And you are in the west. 4332|The trees are so green, the sky so blue, 4332|I should follow you all through 4332|But I know you; you are wearing a crown 4332|And a little face in a dream. 4332|When I was out with my boys 4332|Two boys would come to me 4332|And cry for very long 4332|For something they could play. 4332|I used to play a game of "Rule of Two" 4332|And we gathered round with them 4332|All looking at the blackboard. 4332|They never came back. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|A little child will never come. 4332|I never told my lesson. 4332|I never gave my lesson. 4332|That was all I taught them. 4332|They never will learn any. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|When my mind is in prison. 4332|When no one is near 4332|I am lonely and sad. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|When my mind is in prison. 4332|When no one is near, 4332|I am sad and alone. 4332|If they loved me, 4332|Who would love me 4332|If they loved them? The stars are white 4332|And the wind in the leaves. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|If I went out in the cold 4332|Where no one is watching. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|If I went out in the cold 4332|Where no one is watching. 4332|There was no one to see me. 4332|The sky above is so blue 4332|And the wind lies so still. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|If I went out in the cold. 4332|There was nothing to see me. 4332|There was nothing to see. 4332|I am so lonely and sad. 4332|I have left them far behind 4332|They all say it. 4332|I wonder what these boys mean? 4332|And this little girl said, 4332|My heart is very small with love. 4332|What does it mean? 4332|What is wrong with me, 4332|And what can I do, 4332|Since it makes me want to throw 4332|My clothes away in the road 4332|And run into the cold? 4332|This is the house 4332|Where I was born and bred: 4332|What is the meaning of this-- 4332|I am so lonely and sad, 4332|I have left it all behind. 4332|I never was taught 4332|To love the stars, 4332|The wind and the sun. 4332|I never have used my eyes 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 10870 ======================================== 24405|I am an old-fashioned poet, I will swear. 24405|I would take the old-fashioned way 24405|(My poet's lips are clamped) 24405|And sing the same old song, the song I always knew. 24405|O young, my dear, O old! 24405|In all the land the people celebrate the old. 24405|The suns and stars, the birds and the grass, all speak to you of 24405|Your life and my story. 24405|The wind blows through my garden and my roses wither. 24405|Old as the hills, new as the world, 24405|My song of the year takes you everywhere: 24405|"Come, youngling, let us go to see the moon! 24405|Come, my first friend, our friend, let us climb 24405|The cliffs with snow-white flocks." 24405|We climb, we go, we seek the moon! 24405|No house upon the mountain stands,-- 24405|The lonely cliffs and the lone streams 24405|Are all our thoughts. 24405|Our thoughts of the moon to-day, of the moon we shall return to 24405|To find in the sea an old friend not dead: 24405|"Come, youngling, let us go to see the stars! 24405|O young, O wise, let us go 24405|To see the stars of the sky! 24405|No friend at night is so shy 24405|As this white youth to whom I swear, 24405|If he but seek me, the star, 24405|If he but come, to me at night, 24405|When all the world is hushed to him, 24405|Then will he come to us at night." 24405|It was the year of the wild November,--the stormy November,-- 24405|That each man goes a-field with his wife-- 24405|The year of the harvest, and the year of corn,-- 24405|When out upon the world the singing 24405|Till dawning fell of the year to us. 24405|'Tis the season of harvest and corn,-- 24405|"Now, what know ye of love, love,--or pain? 24405|Hath any aught of love?" "Yea, 24405|Only love to love another man." 24405|I know a little garden, green and bright; 24405|I know a little farm, white with grain; 24405|I know a little field where I will plough 24405|And I will sow it with seed. 24405|There will be tillers, and whey-makers nine, 24405|And bakers to make it cakes for the bread, 24405|And gardeners when they have done with the hunt, 24405|And harrowers when they turn round. 24405|And then I'll set my table and the best 24405|That I can have there when I want to eat, 24405|And watch the stars go with time till dawn 24405|Beyond the stars. The dawn will come in a shower, 24405|And I will see a shadow on the green; 24405|I'll see the shadow from the garden gate; 24405|I'll see the shadow on the wheat; 24405|I'll hear the birds, and it will be morning by the farm-- 24405|And then will I want to sleep. 24405|For though the shadows on the wheat lie dark, 24405|Or though the grass have lost its green, 24405|Or though the tillers have done their toil, 24405|Or though the weanling cows have gone, 24405|Time will come and cover me with gold, 24405|Till sleep shall be my only guest. 24405|And all day long in the golden glow 24405|I'll write in my garden where I lie, 24405|The names of all the gardeners-- 24405|My garden--and I only. 24405|Farewell, my garden is a place of dreams 24405|Where nothing but the moonlight and the sea 24405|Are beautiful, and everywhere the stars 24405|Are beautiful far off over in the sky, 24405|And beautiful is the house where I lie 24405|At night in the garden. 24405|When the King comes back from those far-off lands, 24405|His face will be of grace, ======================================== SAMPLE 10880 ======================================== 2732|And now the goodly King hath come to greet at my door, 2732|The very same one that had come to greet me the day before-- 2732|The same old dear-loved friend, with the same old kind heart. 2732|The same old red rose by his window is shining for me, 2732|And the same old cheery look is on his face when he talks; 2732|We walked on the same paved path that I walked on the day 2732|Before my exile, and he made no sign of greeting my friend; 2732|And I know my heart is growing wan within me to-night 2732|Because he has forgone me, and gone away. 2732|O, could I but live to see the day 2732|When friends, like myself, will know me no more! 2732|O, could I but live to see the day 2732|When friends, like myself, will know my name. 2732|"The man I will be is the man I have been." [Edwin Markham] 2732|Who shall choose from this billet what is best? 2732|Can he choose! It may be to return a drab, 2732|Or it may be to work in a mine. 2732|No friend has a better home that he has known 2732|Than he whose bosom beats the tune of his own trade. 2732|His home is the place where his foot first hath trode 2732|His heart in love hath clung to his neck, 2732|There he knows the land of his fatherland 2732|And the land where his head is. If he will but roam 2732|He returns for his work and his wife. 2732|Who is the man I have been? 2732|The man I will be is the man I have been. 2732|Who is the man that I would be? 2732|The man that I would be is the man I have been. 2732|"The man on whom the sun doesn't shine, 2732|The man who knows his mind, I'd be." 2732|"He's the man you'd want to know, 2732|In the land of the mountains and of the stars. 2732|'Tis the man who's in touch." 2732|"And this is the way he's got to live: 2732|I'd have affairs with twenty men, he says; 2732|And that the man I would be 2732|Is the man I'd want to know." 2732|Who is the man I want to know? 2732|The man who knows his mind, I've tried to say, 2732|But he is always telling me 2732|That 'tis the man who's in touch. 2732|"For all his money, he's got this man of my choosing, 2732|Who's the man I want to know. 2732|'Tis the man who's in touch." 2732|"And this is his way of dealing with you, 2732|As if my life was his to sell: 2732|'God bless you,' he says, 'and may you ever find favour 2732|With the man I'd want to know." 2732|Who is 't the man I'd want to know? 2732|The man who knows his mind, he says he is; 2732|'Tis the man I need to know: 2732|'Tis the man who's in touch." 2732|"When he gets home from his business in town 2732|He goes to bed with his face to the wall. 2732|Oh, the man I'd want to know." 2732|Who has a friend 2732|Who's the man I'd choose as my friend? 2732|But there's a reason 2732|I don't know 2732|If he's in touch." 2732|When I see a man with 2732|An eye that is soft as 2732|A silver touch-- 2732|As kind as a mother, and tender as a sister, 2732|And a hand so fair and strong. 2732|I know that what he says, 2732|And what he does, 2732|And what he wants, 2732|Are the words that his heart is using 2732|To buy him a wife. 2732|I know his wish, and not what he might say or do, 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 10890 ======================================== 19221|That they a-dying weep and wail 19221|For their poor little master dear. 19221|I heard a mighty voice, as if 19221|Underneath the earth it threshed 19221|Its own oats for me to eat, 19221|And then said, "Take heed, my child, 19221|'Twill all be well ere winter come!" 19221|O no, don't think yourself so fine 19221|You can put up with the rain; 19221|You are apt to be overwise 19221|With other things on earth on high. 19221|Come, let's away; 19221|There is many a hole 19221|Through the forest thick as can, 19221|And the brooks that run. 19221|Hark the lark's clear ringing, 19221|Tell the little brook to halt; 19221|Then tell the grasshopper, 19221|"It's getting late, 19221|Late enough, I'll be; 19221|I must to bed." 19221|Then come with us, then, my dainty dear, 19221|Learn to walk and love too, 19221|For the moon has gone about her bright 19221|Moonlight duties well. 19221|Make your bed, then, daintily, 19221|Lying down, spread your arms, cradle-like; 19221|Let us rise in heaven together, 19221|And be thus still together. 19221|There is a garden by the seas, 19221|And in its midst there grows a tree 19221|Which the waves make merry when 19221|They mingle with the green sea-sand; 19221|It is the wonder of the sea 19221|And of the land. 19221|There the golden-breasted boughs of Eglantine 19221|Strew their kisses at his feet, 19221|And the flying drapery of the fern 19221|Is wet about his head. 19221|And oft he stops to watch the secret bird 19221|That at its close is sick, 19221|Or by some mystic stream 19221|To forget its lyrical woe. 19221|On some star-covered noontide, 19221|When the heavens are blue, 19221|Like a little cloud of fire, 19221|He comes out and walks about 19221|And mutters to himself some strange word 19221|That has not been said. 19221|And there is something in the sun 19221|That makes quite strong 19221|The strangeness of his look, 19221|And sets the trembling heart of man 19221|Quick to a faith sublime. 19221|And though he oft looks askance 19221|At the children of the sky, 19221|Yet does he love the little child 19221|That crawls in the sod, 19221|That kneads the husks of harvest, 19221|And gathers for the chieftain's tent 19221|The flour that came from heaven. 19221|There's a garden in Zanzibar 19221|By the green Khayyam, where lilies 19221|And rueleaf are pleasant to look on 19221|And smell the spicy musk. 19221|And there an ancient Memnon, Zend-u., 19221|Gentle farid, lived with his wife, 19221|And raised a family of Memnons 19221|Among the roses and lilies; 19221|And his sons became famous Libin-uzunahs, 19221|And ladies of consequence 19221|Won favour with him after theirl ladies' eyes. 19221|His daughter Aila became very rich 19221|With full access to the state; 19221|And all that her uncle had, besides 19221|A good estate in Zanzibar. 19221|Long had she been a guest 19221|In his family villa, where 19221|He sat at evening by the fragrant gourd, 19221|And wrote his Memnon on the wall; 19221|Or with him in the gardens sat 19221|To write books of poetry, and read 19221|Far more than he had begun. 19221|Her sire's youngest brother died 19221|When she was seven years old: 19221|And with the mournful truth 19221|He buried ======================================== SAMPLE 10900 ======================================== 1365|Of the great dead, whom he had seen and seen again. 1365|The sun in his embrace lay on, and warmed it, 1365|And the little streams of light, that fell against it, 1365|Beneath his feet, were wet with his warm palms. 1365|And he laid the sword upon its sheath; and this 1365|He placed upon his head, and breathed upon it; 1365|And this was the message he had sent to him. 1365|"On the day the world shall yawn in ashes, 1365|And the world be dissolved in vast masses, 1365|My sword shall cleave its veins, its arteries, 1365|And the sword be cleft as in a moment! 1365|And thou shalt hear and see the voice of my word, 1365|And all that here hath been, and all that shall be, 1365|Shall become to thee the music of my song, 1365|As the breath of my nostrils the sweet air!" 1365|And the spirit passed at last from the chamber, 1365|And was lost forevermore in the depths 1365|Of the vast room's darkness and endless silence. 1365|And I said to my heart: "There is some good 1365|That falls from the world, like the sun in evening, 1365|That has not found its way unto the open, 1365|No longer must abide in the East of things. 1365|Ah! never again will I relight the candle 1365|Within my chamber, to remember all 1365|The sweetest touches and the sweetest burns, 1365|And the gentle and passionate touches and roasts." 1365|But presently a voice was saying in my conscious mind: 1365|"Go to! it is a dream, and go to it again! 1365|No more of this! we do not wish for thy sword; 1365|We do not wish thy work; we must have our swords 1365|Without thy help! I have it, and shall have it 1365|Before the sun is quite gone down upon his work." 1365|Again I said: "A dream of mine is best. 1365|The dream is of thee, and its name is Liberty! 1365|Go to! it is a dream; go to it and see! 1365|But why did I dream of thee, and call it 1365|Forgetfulness?" 1365|And out of the darkness there came 1365|A voice in the empty chamber: "Why do I not remember 1365|My childhood and my playmates, and all that they dreamed of me, 1365|When they went away, to other chambers did venture?" 1365|I raised the hood of my sleeping eyelids; but, ere I shut them, 1365|The stillness of my eyelids was broken by the patter 1365|Of a little bird in the chamber adjoining. 1365|And, as I stood with open maw, while my rapt soul 1365|Heard its own soul, it bewailed it as if it 1365|Could remember no other memory but its own,-- 1365|The little bird's song, the patter of its wings, 1365|The silence and the solitude of hours 1365|That it had wasted, and then, as if remembering, 1365|It sang,--a song of sorrow, as it said: 1365|"O memory, I sing of thee; 1365|O loss, I mourn for thee; 1365|Though death to these return thee, 1365|Rest or last journey, still 1365|I sing, I mourn for thee!" 1365|And down into the darkness, where it had been waking me, 1365|I dropped a tear-drop, that like raindrops 1365|Had fallen upon my garment, and I said, 1365|"O memory, I feel that thou 1365|Hast loved me; and for this, and for other reasons, 1365|The raindrops fall and the raindrops fall; 1365|And the little bird has told me so. 1365|"For other reasons, why 1365|Have they fallen upon me so?" 1365|And, down in my memories, of the little bird's song, 1365|How often, murmuring the sad tale, 1365|It had uttered, and the sorrowful heart's pain, 1365|And the joys of a long, long ======================================== SAMPLE 10910 ======================================== 1166|My life is only in the world of the past: 1166|It may be that the light is but a star 1166|That falls in the night. It may be God's sky 1166|Will make a new moon in the east. 1166|In that dark hour, where the hills stand on high 1166|Like the face of a throne, and the light on my face 1166|Is only death, and the darkness, oh God, 1166|When the world is as darkness, I rise up, 1166|And I kiss the light that falls from God's hand. 1166|The waves are wild, I am lost, 1166|I cannot find my way, 1166|And they cry and cry with a sobbing cry 1166|Beneath the darkness of the sea. 1166|The sea, the sea, the deep, 1166|The wind, the wind, the sea -- 1166|All things are troubled. The world, its path, 1166|Is fraught with peril and woe. 1166|I am lost . . . . yet I rise up and speak with thee 1166|In a dream, as a child of thy skin. 1166|My heart is as a flame 1166|Under the deep sea's black, 1166|Where waves of shadows rise in a mist 1166|And cover me and forsake me. 1166|But I dream that I see a light, and then -- 1166|A dream, a gleam, -- and all is clear. 1166|In a dream I stand above 1166|The waves that break and boil and boil away, 1166|And I pray to God that his wrath 1166|Were vain in the darkest night of hell, 1166|And I rest by the waters of the sea. 1166|The sea is wild . . . and, when it is done, 1166|I will be drowned in thy waves of gold -- 1166|Wake out of my dream of the sea! 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|My shadow is all that I have; 1166|Yea, there is a loneliness in the sea 1166|That only death can understand. 1166|God, Thou art great. Who hath known Thee? 1166|Thou knowest all things. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|Yea, in deep ocean's heart, a sea. 1166|God, Thou art noble. Who hath known Thee? 1166|He whom all men praise; 1166|Thou knowest all things. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|All that I name, 1166|I have all that I have given, 1166|A great heart and a loving soul, 1166|A loving, faithful soul: 1166|God, Thou art wise. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|God, Thou art just, the sea knows not Thee, 1166|For all the earth Thou wishest is right; 1166|Thou knowest all things, 1166|I have all that I have given, 1166|I will see Thy will, Lord God: 1166|I have given Thee all I have, Lord God: 1166|I have given Thee all to Thee, 1166|For evermore. 1166|I am alone, the sea is lonely, 1166|The waves are fierce for my soul's blood 1166|In a sea of wrath; 1166|And I know that it is not right 1166|To stand apart for cold silence, 1166|Like a wasted woman in a lone spot. 1166|So I wait as doth all men wait 1166|For the death of sin and the death of shame, 1166|That they may rise a little higher 1166|Than they have grown to do with, standing here. 1166|Yet I wait a little longer, Lord, 1166|For in all God's name I hold Thee good, 1166|I have looked by Thy face and all Thy ways 1166|Have seen no sin, no evil ways, but only Thee -- 1166|Lord, Thy goodness doth not spare Thee this. 1166|God, I stand alone in the sea; 1166|The sea is luring me blindly 1166|To its ======================================== SAMPLE 10920 ======================================== 1030|At the time of the Battle of Boscovite. 1030|It was said by the Czar, who did him no harm, 1030|It was not by him, or by the King was he hit: 1030|The French who are in the battle with so much care 1030|Should have sent him, they should have hit him right through. 1030|A great General is King Charles of France; 1030|But the greatest King is the King of Ireland. 1030|Now at once he was sent to Belgium 1030|To be struck down as a French Agent, 1030|For the same offence that our good Lord Chesterfield 1030|Was committing against our great General. 1030|There was many there, who came up to be struck down: 1030|But the most bold was a man that looked up and said: 1030|"Lord Lanytdou, sir, I speak French, and know it; 1030|And I would speak French, if that might be spoken; 1030|And I would speak English, if that might be done, 1030|If that might be accomplished in such a heat; 1030|But for this fault, here I have never done wrong, 1030|If you'll make it right, I'll never be in France.' 1030|Charles said: "I will hit him if he strikes you first." 1030|So being struck down, the Duke of Cumberland 1030|Was, like all the others (for you'll suppose it), 1030|The King's servant, and he stayed to take the tea, 1030|For he was in such excellent humour with King. 1030|And he had a tale, and it did cause great mirth, 1030|For he came up to King Charles in a trice, 1030|And he said, "My Lord, a very good tale you tell; 1030|But the worst of them all, was a speech you spoke, 1030|And the worst of them all, was the sword I wore; 1030|But for this wrong you have done me and my race, 1030|I've a sword, and I am a lord of large power, 1030|My subjects can make me a sword, and take me down, 1030|Though I have offended, and do me no wrong. 1030|But you shall strike my father, and take him down; 1030|And he will pay you back with a sword of fire, 1030|For he has betrayed the King, and betrayed mankind; 1030|For he is my enemy, and he is my foe, 1030|And the third greatest traitor and the best betrayer. 1030|"But be it as you are, but be it as you are, 1030|And we, if there be any else on earth beside us, 1030|Shall take him in a week, and make him our king; 1030|And then I'll strike you down, for what is the King's own. 1030|O God, our God, shall we no longer bear this? 1030|O God, shall we no longer take a King for our father?" 1030|The King of France said, "I will not take the King, 1030|Nor you for a second; but I will make an end 1030|Of Lanystow, whom I took in a day. 1030|I sent him, with a great company of men, 1030|Out to the battle, and gave him good weather; 1030|But when he got home, and not on any rule 1030|Was he more than two hours behind his guide; 1030|Then God, and man, did we make him a sword, 1030|A sword of vengeance, and made him a hawk." 1030|Now Lanystow took up a great cry for men, 1030|And the Duke of Cumberland a great cry also, 1030|And came out to battle, and made for Castlecary. 1030|Then was put to bed for his great talk and talk, 1030|And the third and the fifth thing on the list, men 1030|Who did nothing for a year and a day. 1030|The King of France said, "I will strike you down, 1030|By having my head cut off, and I'll have my hair done." 1030|So they struck him down, and did a hair, 1030|Linystow and his his men of the Queen's; 1030 ======================================== SAMPLE 10930 ======================================== 16059|¡Oh! si la ave mano en este mundo! 16059|Si en el mundo te vierte el mundo! 16059|¿Dónde vuelve á sus vecinos son? 16059|¡Oh! tu carro, cierto, amigo, viera! 16059|¡Despiértenes, lo puedes vino miedo! 16059|¡Ah! esperes que de mis ojos no es casaros! 16059|Ya vez serena en dudmura olvido: 16059|¡De mis ojos jamás no desparada 16059|A la verdad desahogo de su venganza! 16059|¿Dónde vuelve á sus vecinos son? 16059|Ya vez serene acepta en el áspero; 16059|¡Ay, sufrir en su frase, mi abaso, 16059|Unas avila muy muerte en el sol. 16059|No hay muy pesar ya,--à congoja 16059|Nuevo de mis dulces no serena, 16059|Que de mis eternas no resplandeciaba 16059|Que de allí con mis pensamientos; 16059|Y tú, mi pecho, te oscura el venturoso, 16059|La suerte que el mundo se paga; 16059|Vase al pie del mundo leyenda 16059|Con mis poco lo pechaba en la tierra: 16059|Y que tenaz mal no se en las vegas, 16059|Para que al pie deshojaba al mundo; 16059|Yo no paga el pecho, se desdeñaba 16059|Todo es en Méjianos, y á la guerra, 16059|Y olvidados á su grandeón me llevaba 16059|Tendiendo y en las naves plácida 16059|Á su solitar lo quejarse á una nave, 16059|Tendió mi venturoso abrigó para: 16059|Un vaso dejando con la tierra 16059|Le dan mejor, que le dan al olvido 16059|¡Ay, siempre se escribiaron las naves 16059|De los pies y desdeñ! ¡Oh! ¡las vegas 16059|Ya tochen con misas y aspiciosas! 16059|Dijo se le regre un desdichas sombra 16059|Segun las sombras de ira y se desmina! 16059|Y un año sacó,--Y yo me acabará,-- 16059|Del que dió en mi desdichas mi mocenaz. 16059|Y entre Dios míos mi corta, y mi tocadero 16059|Del dulce Dios, y de dientes alcanza segnes, 16059|Y la reina de los pies del alma llena, 16059|De allí en las nubes la conciencia esfera, 16059|Y el diablo trópico y el rey de la puerta, 16059|Y no cercen asmástico le hallaba sus brazos. 16059|Así la luna señor, y asílas de rigor, 16059|Con las nubes que aun gloriosa de múrperes 16059|Entró por su gloria el ocio con la puerta, 16059|Y el aire pálidos y el dolor de paseas. 16059|Aquíle un bocado del puerto, 16059|Aquíle un bocado y el alma mía 16059|De que al fin se desciñe, y esa nave 16059|La cuna y la luna se llena. 16059|¡Oh Dios! ¡oh Dios mía! ¡ay! ¿No veis, no pasa 16059|Me paga quieres? ¡Dios mío ======================================== SAMPLE 10940 ======================================== 8672|In each little house of the gay. 8672|And they thought "She's a sweet-faced girl: 8672|Is she the child of her nature? 8672|Can she be made to feel alone, 8672|Sick of the world and its annoy, 8672|Sick, sad, vexed and lonely? 8672|"O we must look upon her with 8672|The eyes of the angels' eyes, 8672|That shine in the soul of her, 8672|And never a sorrow will fill 8672|The vacant soul with its prayers. 8672|"Let the light of her heart to greet 8672|Come into the house and fill it 8672|With glory and tenderness, 8672|And joy--but then that joy's for naught, 8672|It has no meaning and no feeling, 8672|And never a feeling, poor thing, 8672|But weeps, alas, without a word." 8672|But though their hopes were all to die, 8672|And furl'd about in bitter pain, 8672|They strove that in her eyes should live 8672|The dear and the radiant ray. 8672|And soon in the sunny South they came, 8672|With the gay, proud and proudest maids 8672|Of every shape and face they met: 8672|And the smile she wore when she took them on, 8672|And the words she said in her shyness, 8672|And with them to her own darling place 8672|Where love should be blest. 8672|And while with wild delight they ran 8672|Where the trees and the fount of dew 8672|Were fresh in their flowery pasture places, 8672|The white-rob'd maids came out from them 8672|To meet him, and to lead him. 8672|One gave him a kiss without grace: 8672|"It suits him--He's kind," the maids cried, 8672|"He'll give you all we can lend him," 8672|Then they took the maid from him and came 8672|A thousand rods from thence to kiss him 8672|More lovingly than she;-- 8672|And with a smile that spoke her fondness 8672|They welcomed him from the maiden's place, 8672|And in a few short moments they both 8672|Had kissed her heart and her soul away. 8672|Then they sat down and in silence smiled 8672|Among their white-rob'd brethren there; 8672|And their voices were mingled of praise 8672|And the tender caressing, 8672|And he caught at his white-cap's ring 8672|And thought of her tenderness he showed 8672|Ere it had faded or departed, 8672|And the pride he had taken for her, 8672|And the pride it had given, 8672|And the sweetness it had brought to her 8672|From his own white heart and tenderness. 8672|The little birds are nestling in a nest 8672|Where the bees have hummed till day is done; 8672|For the bees have hummed them all the day to keep 8672|The little children from getting hungry; 8672|Hang high their little cup-boards, nestle close, 8672|Close to the lattice of the tree that's near. 8672|There the bee-hives swing in the wind so they make 8672|A little humming-comb for their pleasure; 8672|And the honey sits in the little chests like gold; 8672|There all the day the little babies live, 8672|Who would all be as rich as the sun, 8672|But for honey and honey's good. 8672|They have the little room where the light's sure to shine 8672|In the little sunshine, and there they can lay 8672|The little children at their ease 8672|When they think of the wealth they have won 8672|As the children of a bee-keeper. 8672|But they know not the secrets of the hive, 8672|The secrets of the hive where their wealth is hidden, 8672|Where its secrets the bees would not tell, 8672|But the little babies would not hear. 8672|I went to the river bank and looked at the meadows, 8672|And thought how we walked under the maple branches 8672|That grow ======================================== SAMPLE 10950 ======================================== 28591|I'll seek the world's good shews; 28591|And I'll think they're fair to see, 28591|And they're not hidden away. 28591|And I'll seek, and seek, forever, 28591|To find them everywhere, 28591|Like mountain tops of granite, 28591|In sunny valleys bare; 28591|And I will make a book of my own soul's secrets, and link 28591|Its leaves with the roots of the earth that make up life's fabric. 28591|I'll draw my own breath. Who knows what shall follow? 28591|I cannot know what I do know, 28591|And I cannot go so far as to say where I am going, 28591|For all I know is what I know. 28591|The wind that is blowing in the valley, 28591|The bird that is singing in the wood, 28591|I know them all; but ah, I care not, 28591|I must go as the wind blows away. 28591|I must go and look at the cloud-drifts, 28591|I must go and think of the sky, 28591|Shall I come in when the wind is low, 28591|Shall I come in when the wind is high? 28591|I shall never go and leave you here, 28591|I must never go and leave you here; 28591|Ah, never come in when the wind is high, 28591|Never come in when the wind is low. 28591|I'd know the time and the place to-morrow, 28591|I'd know the way when the day would end; 28591|I'd seek you far--in the forest, on mountain, 28591|I'd seek you at the river-side, 28591|I'd seek you in the forest or wood, 28591|But never come when the wind is low. 28591|Now, dear, while you're in bed, 28591|What is a sweet dream? 28591|When you are up and away, 28591|What is a sweet sound? 28591|When you are snug in bed 28591|What is a sweet song? 28591|A sweet dream is a pleasant one, 28591|And a sweet song a sweet song indeed: 28591|But the sweet song and the sweet dream are one, 28591|A very very small world to live in. 28591|O dear, dear mother of me! 28591|I'll never lay my head 28591|On thy cold white breast to rest; 28591|I will not look to see 28591|Thy smile upon me now; 28591|I'll keep thee up with tears, 28591|And pray to thee by night; 28591|Tears are for children dear; 28591|The children, the father's fears; 28591|And prayers, for children dear. 28591|I thank my God that my feet 28591|Are white, and my name is John; 28591|I thank my God with all my heart 28591|For the blessings this day shall share; 28591|I thank my God, and with content, 28591|And with gladness, I take all in. 28591|God's will be done, and my Will 28591|May be as well fulfilled 28591|As I hold this bread and this cup. 28591|All things must come to pass; 28591|What I can will I do. 28591|Though I never more with you shall stand, 28591|I've something now I'm sure of-- 28591|This, O Christ, is a promise made 28591|Of what shall befall me. 28591|Thou hast heard all my prayers, 28591|And God is with me still, 28591|And my spirit is like the summer sky 28591|That grows clear and blue. 28591|I say, O Lord! I am not wise 28591|Or sad in praying; 28591|For life is what is called a long day, 28591|And all the years are long. 28591|And what there is in every heart 28591|That is not paid for hard by strife 28591|Lies hidden away 28591|In some dark, deep, hidden place. 28591|I'm sure the Lord is just, 28591|And that he loves us well; 28591|But still I sometimes fail to see 28591|How he ======================================== SAMPLE 10960 ======================================== Mayhap that my own name was read, 36954|And the "I" that never took a vow. 36954|Oh, the days, when life was sweet, and sweet and sweet; 36954|How glad to have that life, and to have it so,-- 36954|When the world was made for all, and all is fair, 36954|And all was good and sweet--what should one care? 36954|But these days, they are not good, they are not sweet, 36954|Nor yet sweet all of a sudden; they have left me sore; 36954|They have put on a heavy frown, and I am old, 36954|And my days are dull and dull, and I have grown sick 36954|Of that life of which I was promised so, 36954|And of which I was told so late to be sad. 36954|Oh, the days! the days! that I was promised so! 36954|Oh, for life to come unbidden, unburdened quite,-- 36954|The dear, old days, when I was free to choose! 36954|And I know that I'll be very glad I did 36954|When I shall go, to that life, unbidden, unburdened quite, 36954|To that quiet, deep, and loving, dear, old life, 36954|Where there is no pain, and there is no care; 36954|Where we may go where we will; no one annoy; 36954|And to all that makes the world so dull and sad, 36954|And where all that makes the world so sweet is well-- 36954|How we'll forget the woes of days unbidden, unburdened quite, 36954|And live on life's sweet spring-time for a day. 36954|And I'm glad that in the summer of my life, 36954|When the suns come out with all their glory on, 36954|In the warm season of the summer of my life 36954|I've been able to choose between a sun and moon; 36954|That my name has been heard from all our neighbors round, 36954|And my work done wherever I have been; 36954|That my friends and neighbors are so glad to see 36954|I have been good without being too much here; 36954|And that I've been, at last, and the best of friends 36954|And very good without being so much loved-- 36954|I'm very glad that in the summer of my life, 36954|When my friends and I were happy all the while. 36954|Now I wait, as waits all this--a choice for me, 36954|To go on with life with what is left of me, 36954|To go, like many another mortal who, 36954|In that bright, summer time, will come to rest, 36954|And get a little farther from the things he knows, 36954|In spite of all that makes him madly proud; 36954|Or, if I choose not to be cheerful, to sing 36954|Like other mortals all the future through, 36954|And make no one think twice when I am gone 36954|Of whom all thought, until their madness ended, 36954|I have acted nobly, save the man who won. 36954|I must give up the task I choose to do; 36954|And tell a tale of "unfortunate bliss;" 36954|But still I have a heart I've found strong and true; 36954|My heart--'tis very strong--has not been struck twice. 36954|O, happy days! and days more happy made, 36954|When I was young and happy and the same! 36954|I love you, too--yet sometimes a faint and sickly cough 36954|Comes yonder, and I have lost the power to speak. 36954|I do not like to be alone at night, yet here 36954|I stay--in pleasant beds; and when I find 36954|I have not found them, I sit down to weep 36954|For hours with them, and think it was a sin 36954|For any to go out at night and wander. 36954|'Tis a great sin, and one to think I shouldn't do it, 36954|Unless I had a chance to win one and do it, 36954|And could not live when I had come to have it. 36954|I do not like to be alone at night, yet here, ======================================== SAMPLE 10970 ======================================== 1728|evened. But the people were not yet wholly 1728|gone, for one and all they were longing for 1728|the goodly ship, but they had not come in that 1728|parting of the night. So Odysseus lay 1728|down to sleep, in darkness and silence. And 1728|Odysseus slept as he had done for twelve whole 1728|days and nights, and the maidens of the gods 1728|permitted him to sleep with them. But on the 1728|twelfth day, soon as the slumber took him, 1728|the slumber of the slothful spirit was broken, and 1728|it awaked me, even as Zeus, who is the first 1728|of gods, sends tidings to man with evil utterance. 1728|Therefore I arose and came to him and began to 1728|tell him all my woeful plight. Then he drew me, 1728|gladsome to him, to the high chamber that stands 1728|above the city, and sat down with me there. 1728|And at the last he began again his slumber, 1728|the slothful one. But I stirred me from sleep, and 1728|answered, saying, Odysseus, son of Laertes, renowned 1728|and mighty Odysseus, even now is not the time 1728|to go to the ships and take your homeward way; 1728|but I must lie all night in thy deep dwelling in 1728|death. Go then and lay me low in some rich man's 1728|halls, and sleep and nurse me, for the gods are very 1728|dear to mortal men, and so I must not sleep in 1728|the house of Odysseus, but must keep watch and ward 1728|for me all night; for even now the woman mourns for 1728|me, and all the wooers are holding their mourning 1728|in the halls. But come; let us take the best of 1728|puddings, that we may make merry in the smoke of 1728|a swot-like fire; and I will give thee this 1728|gift and I will give thee this service for thy good 1728|dedication, namely to be thy friend and protectél of 1728|me whensoeversoever thou wilt, until that 1728|gift which Zeus gave thee is laid on thee.' 1728|So he spake, and in the morning the old man awoke and 1728|hastened to his own light, and sat in his bright chair in 1728|the hall, and the maid poured forth before him the 1728|flowers, that she might bathe them in the fragrant 1728|flood, and pour the hot water through a fine 1728|whip. And he went forth from the hall, and sat him 1728|down by his pillar, watching as he should be first 1728|to come, to open the doors and bring in his gifts. 1728|Now when he had brought forth all the flowers of 1728|flowers that she had laid there, the wooers took heed 1728|and to their hearts' content, and came and sat at the 1728|feet of Odysseus. Then the old man touched him with 1728|his wand of wax, and waxed fierce of heart and spake to 1728|him winged words: 1728|'Son of Laertes, of all men most welcome are all 1728|things to thee, and of the goodliest is the goodly 1728|cup, for in that hour of godlike Odysseus is an 1728|humble man, and the wooers that sat at the father's 1728|feet have left their fatherly pavilion. But in no 1728|wise canst thou return, though thou dost hope to go 1728|on many a day, till surely now thy heart is 1728|not inclined to take the evil way, for thou art a 1728|menial, and hast no great boast. But even so thou 1728|art not far off in thy going, for the old man 1728|seeth the third hour of all the days of men, the longest 1728|of the time, the tenth watch of the sons of light. But 1728|at a sign all his sons would be weary of watching and 1728|of sorrowing. Come ======================================== SAMPLE 10980 ======================================== 37371|And made her look with a look of surprise. 37371|The girl took in the picture, 37371|And said it was really true. 37371|The maiden said, "It is really true!" 37371|With a start, 37371|And she looked at the picture. 37371|The maiden said, "I _am_ a lovely maiden, 37371|And the picture is really true!" 37371|Now who was a painter-- 37371|Or who was a painter? 37371|The painter, the painter, 37371|And the maiden, oh! 37371|The painter, the painter, 37371|And the maiden, what of the maiden? 37371|The painter said, "I am good. 37371|When I sit in my room, 37371|I paint my picture with a brush and a line." 37371|The painter said, "Goodie, goodie!" 37371|And he went to his work. 37371|The painter that painted the house thought of his mother, 37371|And said, "Oh! is it her? 37371|And the words that he wrote her in he wrote so well, 37371|That she sent for him to paint her to-morrow, 37371|I never saw a better painter ever." 37371|The painter he went, and he came home 37371|The mother came from the street, 37371|And bowed down her head, 37371|"The son that is not good 37371|A painted picture has done." 37371|And then he said, "No, my daughter, 37371|I shall do his best with my own work; 37371|As I can, let me paint you." 37371|But when he came back, he was not half 37371|As good as his mother was. 37371|And the painter that painted the house said 37371|To himself, "I am forced; 37371|He has painted as he cannot stand, 37371|He will never again paint as he can." 37371|In the town where the water is deep 37371|You never can tell with a straight 37371|Which is best, and which is best, 37371|And by your side lies the water 37371|That spreads itself forever more. 37371|The sea is the shore of my heart, 37371|But the land is the sky. 37371|The sky is a crystal dome 37371|That the blue waters spread, 37371|It is the sky where our spirit 37371|Shows wonder and prayer. 37371|The sea is the sea, and heaven of hope, 37371|My soul, the sea to hold. 37371|The house is a wall of marble, 37371|With flowers and white and green, 37371|Where the sea-birds of twilight 37371|Pave an eternal dance. 37371|The sea is the sky, and the sky above 37371|Is blue above, and the same 37371|That over the waves of the sky hangs. 37371|If there ever come a time of need, 37371|When I could go from this wall of stone, 37371|To the sea's broad sky above it all, 37371|I would hie. 37371|I would not say a word, I would stand 37371|Upon this white, marble pavement of snow, 37371|And, when some one passed me by came back, 37371|I would turn and meet his eyes with a smile. 37371|The sea-birds of twilight 37371|Pave an eternal dance. 37371|If there ever come a time of need, 37371|When I could go from this wall of stone, 37371|That my face were fair to the eyes of you, 37371|I would hie. 37371|Aye, the sea-birds of twilight, 37371|Pave an eternal dance. 37371|My heart is as clear as the ocean's foam, 37371|And my eyes as keen as the eyes of a snake, 37371|For the light that through the water is shed,-- 37371|The light that through the ocean is shed. 37371|My heart is as clear as the ocean's foam, 37371|And my eyes as keen as the eyes of a child, 37371|When the wind-gusts are blowing from the west, 37371|And a storm is on the blue and heavy sky, ======================================== SAMPLE 10990 ======================================== 615|In order to make them, he had ordered them 615|To serve him for a guard." As is said, the 615|Rapture of the knight is such, that he 615|Remembers every place where he doth sing, 615|And every song that he hath written down, 615|From the first day whereof he tells me. 615|And he to him that erst while was my lord 615|Branch onward, and of a king he said: 615|"No less than I am now, a captive made, 615|The earth below is by that wight to blight, 615|Who hath such power o'er all earth below." 615|In such words; and this while I have not told 615|Of wondrous things or wondrous men, as I 615|Am fain, above my space, to content my ear; 615|But, that without more wasting of the time, 615|Which in their courses comes to many a wight, 615|And to the reading of what is manifest, 615|The present measures will I take, which rhyme: 615|And so proceed, in order, line by line, 615|As well for wit's good aid as for you sake. 615|The knight, who from that fatal day had seen 615|Of men, and beast, and devil an endless store, 615|He, which could think, in thought without a peer, 615|So great and varied a staff in his possest, 615|That he had need of guard against this store, 615|And also arms, with the most important gear, 615|To do the rest, with the same worth and dight, 615|His armour with which he could make the hedge; 615|Which, from a giant warrior so large, he 615|Lately espied in his attempt to ward; 615|And, seeing that aught he could defend, he sought 615|The same for protection, and, through hope, 615|Aye did maintain of King and land, and bore, 615|With that great staff, arms, harness, lance, and lance; 615|And all the same was soon displayed in kind. 615|So that to this the mighty warrior, nought 615|That made him want a guard, could see or know. 615|So fitly fitted was the staff to guide 615|And aid him in his every journey, that 615|It was the monarch's pride, and also fate. 615|Of every day and shape, as in order he 615|Was brought to arms, in every place and place, 615|To aid him, many a marvel it displayed; 615|Whereof, beside the mighty staff, were found 615|Many more, by one, or other, on his side. 615|By the young lord, all that the Moorish race 615|Or the English earl could give, was there display'd, 615|Or to a noble work made, which he to man, 615|Was all that he had, wherewith to make apparelled. 615|The staff, in which, for so long a space, he wrought, 615|Was by the Norman king himself espied. 615|When he of this witnessed, that a staff more light 615|Than that by him was ever had before, 615|And one which he his lord, with the same kind 615|And same apparel, had with him espied, 615|The noble Charles, of those that would not go 615|With him, and him alone, before the town, 615|Said it might be, on the road-side, a tree 615|Of such immense size, that 'twas a tower; 615|And, while he spoke, on the same strain he played, 615|Of a large tower, which, he foresaw, would weigh 615|And tower at every moment, by the wain. 615|He spoke, and as he went, with full assent 615|To him, the old patriarch in such wise 615|Assured him, and to the monarch's thought, 615|As his foresight was for that wide, broad way. 615|So that he, with his lord, so weighty soole 615|Was made and loaded, that, if that weight 615|Were done by his own power, he might not go 615|Until the light should from that tower decline, 615|Which in one day would open, and allow 615|The passage of his troops and armies wide. 615|To his own staff Sir Richard, evermore, ======================================== SAMPLE 11000 ======================================== 5186|Sees his father's head-gear worn and faded, 5186|Sees no link of ancient loyalty 5186|Fastened in his heart. Wainamoinen 5186|Turns himself into the waters, 5186|Lifts high a canoe for sailing, 5186|Sings a song of ancient wisdom, 5186|Sings the origin of things, 5186|Song of the canoe of Pohya, 5186|How the gods made the stars and sunbeams, 5186|How the eagle flew, how ground-ears flourished, 5186|How the salmon, the Em'sinovani, 5186|First were fashioned in the waters. 5186|Then Poipsaa, young star of beauty, 5186|Thus addressed the aged Wainamoinen: 5186|"O thou wise and worthy hero, 5186|Wisest of all that man has built or shaped, 5186|Am I indeed the daughter 5186|Of the everlasting beings, 5186|Of the Heavenly choir of Singers? 5186|Or perchance, in wrong or advantage, 5186|Hast thou given birth to sorrow, 5186|To displeasure, and trouble, heroes, 5186|To the host of moil-devouring heroes? 5186|"When the years shall have no farther frosts, 5186|When the days no longer bound to earth are, 5186|Then will they break from out their prison, 5186|And proceed to war and battle. 5186|Whither shall I wend my wayward steps? 5186|Shall I, like the wind, in wonder sailing? 5186|Whither shall I, wild and wayward, 5186|Wander like a mother wondering, 5186|As her son, a wanderer on the ocean? 5186|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5186|"Thither shall we direct our footsteps, 5186|To the hosts of evil evils, 5186|Where is the felicity of deep-sea 5186|And the pride of all the rivers, 5186|Where are met the vows of love, 5186|Weary journeys on the billows 5186|By the mischief-bearing shallows?" 5186|Whereupon, the host of wisdom, 5186|The eternal wisdom-singer, 5186|Thus answers in his sombre song: 5186|"Neither in depth, nor in extent, 5186|Neither is there place for strangers, 5186|'Tis a wide and dismal ocean; 5186|No place, nor one is all safe from foes, 5186|Nor surer warding off invaders. 5186|As it is, the best of all heroes, 5186|The sole survivor of his people, 5186|Has gone forth to woo and win her, 5186|Toils and struggles fruitlessly and sadly, 5186|Fain would go to bind his locks with flowers, 5186|In the deeps of Tampe. 5186|"But alas for all his toil and trouble, 5186|For his toil and trouble, anguish! 5186|All the wide-open places, 5186|Bordering on the ocean-billows. 5186|Gone are all his toils and cares for ever. 5186|Thus the song of Thestilochia: 5186|Traveller, bring forth fruit for me, 5186|For the present, bring my dove, O returnest 5186|Once to your home, O wondrous Rhee! 5186|Gone is thy train of pilgrims, 5186|Gone the revel of the Northland, 5186|Gone the days of my departed, 5186|As the wraiths of the departed, 5186|As the dreams of the departed. 5186|Gone the merry-make-believe, 5186|Gone the revel of my childhood, 5186|As a wave upon the water, 5186|As a hound upon the mountains, 5186|With his master at his mountain-dwelling. 5186|In a hut with his master, 5186|In a mountain-side his mansion, 5186|By his arms his young and lovely, 5186|As a boy at his own mountain-herb-bearing. 5186|Straightway forth stept Thestilochus 5186|From the lodge of his ancestor; 5186 ======================================== SAMPLE 11010 ======================================== 30463|A little child to look on 30463|Was a good neighbour; 30463|She had a nice little garden, 30463|With a bit of wood in it; 30463|She planted herself a tree 30463|For the two of them to sit upon, 30463|Just as tall as you are tall! 30463|And every now and then 30463|She watched me coming, 30463|I'd watch for an hour or more, 30463|Then make for my garden, 30463|For the two of them was good. 30463|We met in the garden, 30463|He put up his feet and leaned 30463|On the apple-tree's bough,--how he bent 30463|He did not understand! 30463|But I told him, "Why, Miss, don't worry 30463|Of the bird and the bee!" 30463|So we walked through the garden 30463|And I put in his coat and hat, 30463|And then we walked away.-- 30463|The moon was on the water and a girl 30463|Sat on a bank of green straw in the moonlight. 30463|Her hair was like the green sea-sand. 30463|There was a garden near Brat's Cross 30463|And over the hedge we came 30463|To the little green-girdled girl. 30463|She had green-girdled stockings on; 30463|And a dark blue satiny dress, 30463|And a white feather cap; and a long, white scarf 30463|About her white neck, and a long, white scarf 30463|About her neck, and a long, white scarf; 30463|Her hair looked like the green-girdled girl. 30463|And we told the little green-girdled girl 30463|To come with us and to wait; 30463|And we sat in the light o' the moon 30463|In the little green-girdled girl's room. 30463|And I danced round and round that green-girdled girl, 30463|The night grew dark and sad, 30463|With a gay little laughter on my lips, 30463|As I said: "My merry little Green-girdled Girl, 30463|The moon is on the water; 30463|The boat is in the harbour, 30463|The night is long and still, 30463|The night grows dark and long!" 30463|Then I kissed her dark brown brindle 30463|And carried it away, 30463|Up over the dark blue watery tide, 30463|To the little green-girdled girl, 30463|Who stood in the dark blue water-- 30463|"The fairies are at your window, 30463|Come out if you can, and tell them not!" 30463|"Please, please," said I, "will you kindly stay, 30463|And forget the long and lonely water?" 30463|"That I will do," said he, 30463|"Now, do you want to see the fairies, too?" 30463|"No, thank you, no," said I; 30463|"Oh, I can stay, for I'm sure I can see all!" 30463|He went with me down the garden: 30463|"You must not tell the giant fairies 30463|That they are in a fairy-land. 30463|Come, little girl, you mustn't look at any thing, 30463|For they've all a wide eyes and little noses, 30463|And they dance all night round the little beds, 30463|And they laugh at Mr. Pip, and Miss Lizzie Brown." 30463|I went up the tower at sea, 30463|Where the ships are sailing by, 30463|And here I told the sailor what I'd done, 30463|And he gave me a bright smile. 30463|There was an old woman in a shoe, 30463|Who went riding on a shoe.-- 30463|I could not eat the crumbs up there on the ground, 30463|For I was riding on a shoe! 30463|The red rose flowers peep out every day, 30463|And every day another little flower; 30463|With no good end in view to pass away, 30463|The dew comes and drops it everywhere. 30463|The sun shines down on them from above; ======================================== SAMPLE 11020 ======================================== 35165|The day will come when my lips shall speak; 35165|Ah, not my lips! Not mine, indeed! 35165|"O God," said the youth, "where shall I find 35165|That which may keep me from the sky?" 35165|"Where I will hide," said the Lord of Hosts, 35165|Then opened his heart, and kissed him. 35165|No sooner did his lips receive 35165|The Holy Name, they ceased to moan. 35165|Oh, happy man, that never knew 35165|The anguish of his human heart! 35165|The child's mother who had seen 35165|Her darling in the womb arise; 35165|She would not stand and watch him fall-- 35165|She would not linger in the place. 35165|But, hasting from that awful place, 35165|She fled before those holy feet; 35165|They led her in among the flowers, 35165|And gave to her new life's birth. 35165|The maiden now must live, as she 35165|Was born of women when she came, 35165|The maid of Earth must guard her love, 35165|So well and love so well, and be 35165|A nurse of all the world for aye. 35165|For here she stands within the shade 35165|Of ancient woodland, where the woodpile stands, 35165|And where the wild flowers, ever new, 35165|Bring forth the white, ripe, white blossoms bright 35165|That, when the sun's last rays are hid, 35165|Breathe their unutterable fragrance round, 35165|And with their own sweet murmurs are stirred 35165|To live again some perfect flower of spring. 35165|And thus for most of life her lot she bears. 35165|But now the time has come for her to flee, 35165|To find herself a new birth-place to rear 35165|And a new life to live for aye. 35165|It was the spring time: all her little ones 35165|Had gotten out upon the busy trail, 35165|And in the fields the swains did dally 35165|At whistling lyre or playing at their game, 35165|Until one man was bent with summer heat 35165|And bored with quiet. So with his good glass 35165|Of ale the good man went, and then the while, 35165|When all the others would take up the game 35165|His lot was much that he could not be alone. 35165|The evening passed, he rose, with light feet 35165|He mounted his horse and on the road 35165|Went slowly; and a little while, and then 35165|He paused and pondered on his journey's end. 35165|Why dost thou smile, and still thy cheeks are wet, 35165|Where a new joy the spring time brings to thee, 35165|Or wherefore should'st thou not to-morrow yield? 35165|Why hast thou no one to welcome thee, 35165|Thy soul must ever fly afar from us; 35165|Oh, what a lonely one is grief's self found! 35165|Yet when my heart was weary with my woe, 35165|To me the world seemed kindly, so I cried, 35165|(For the last time since I could not think or speak 35165|The time had passed) and went and knelt by her. 35165|As when one's child in infancy adores 35165|A face with love as soft and welcoming; 35165|So, with my grief, my heart would gaze on her, 35165|Grief's mother. 35165|The tears were there, her eyes with tears were bursting, 35165|Her very cheek was turning to grey-- 35165|A joy to see how her eyes that day 35165|Had so transformed to tender smiles and blue 35165|In the new spring time. 35165|"I wonder," would come the sad reply 35165|From my companion's eyes, "how I am to blame 35165|For my own heart's tears; I know not what's given 35165|To one who's lonely ever. Now take me. 35165|'Tis no much matter that there's no one here, 35165|For I'm happy, and if it were I loved 35165|I could live and love my thoughts to ease them 35165 ======================================== SAMPLE 11030 ======================================== 3295|That the day draws nigh, and I must leave her--as I did before; 3295|I had no power to make the heart she bore me to my friend 3295|Into a promise, nor so much as hinted that she deemed 3295|'The thing would not wait--' was the thing she desired. 3295|No matter, she was not pleased--' and so--no matter when. 3295|So that's the story, folks--one of the most of all. 3295|"My dear children," she said, and her laugh was merry and sweet, 3295|I, who for all my joy had missed, was in a sorry plight, 3295|My dear children, you have come back from the world, and you see 3295|The very moment we took your hands away from mine, 3295|It seemed to strike me as if an angel took a breath. 3295|"What's the matter, mother?" cried the angel. 3295|"What's the matter? Why this sudden dread? 3295|Why you are pale, and wan, and thin, 3295|Whereon the cheek is furrowed red-- 3295|Are you dreaming, mother?" 3295|"What would you have us dream, my children?" 3295|"Now first, mother, tell us the truth!" 3295|"At present," said the angel, 3295|"Tell me the truth about Joanne, 3295|And I'll tell you the truth about you." 3295|"Oh, mother!" echoed Joanne, 3295|"You are dreaming!--in the world--in the world. 3295|Yes, I am dreaming of your visit, 3295|Of the foolish foolish mirth, 3295|And the foolish foolish laughter--so glad I laughed so 3295|--Yet I knew from your parting that you were dying. 3295|"I have often watched you, mother, 3295|In the lonely dark the hours, 3295|And the moments of the gladness that was there, 3295|I have known you--knowing it-- 3295|But you are not here, Joanne. I am sorry, 3295|I was thinking of a thing that once had been-- 3295|'Twas an hour for happy thoughts, 3295|And the light of your heart all lit. 3295|"I am sorry for the strange dread 3295|Of your faithless darling; 3295|But I must speak, or else this talk will cease, 3295|And my words will be a wordy noise, 3295|And I shall not be understood. 3295|"I have always tried to be yourself, 3295|Yet you are not mine as I wished, 3295|You have not cared for me." 3295|"O, mother, mother, I do not know why this dread, 3295|This deepening sorrow in your face; 3295|Perhaps this is the reason that you do not hear 3295|Me--or else I have no speech." 3295|"And yet I can not tell why this dread 3295|Hath come upon you at their call; 3295|At their call we saw your heart grow softer, 3295|Where the tender, sad one still lingers, 3295|I could see it--the sweet, sad heart, that smiled 3295|When I saw you kneeling by it--before it, 3295|We had thought a moment's talk. 3295|"But you said to them, 'My darling, come to me. 3295|Come and sit by me; 3295|We shall live again, if only we can learn 3295|One thing; 3295|A blessing, a blessing, and this will bring 3295|Rest for your spirit--rest and peace.' 3295|"'O mother, mother, I was longing to speak, 3295|But my voice is so weak; 3295|Your praise is heavy--then a heavy thing, 3295|So heavy is the weight upon you, 3295|That the way may seem to fail.' 3295|"'Well, at last, mother, at last, I can begin to speak. 3295|I will tell you what the dream of youth foretold. 3295|I shall say no more, lest you should think I did. 3295|I will go back at last, and tell you of my life, 3295|And how I loved you, and how dear ======================================== SAMPLE 11040 ======================================== I, to show me the stars, on my knee laid me down in the 1728|house of the Thrasymedes, who is son of Aeolus, for the men of 1728|the Maeonian people are all averse from a stranger even to meet 1728|his eyes, and they would only kiss his knees. He is a man of 1728|tremulous hands, and of a devilish cunning. Even so one may 1728|tell one of the many tales I told under Troy's wall.' 1728|Then the goddess, grey-eyed Athene, answered him: 'Yea, 1728|describe it truly, stranger, if thou wilt, but I will make thee 1728|sure of all thy word. Aeolus was the son of old Aeetes, the 1728|son of Zeus, and the son of Oceanus. He made for the 1728|Lydians two brazen mountain-gates, and bound the knots with 1728|gold. And he bound the first gated the doors of his house, 1728|and the open doors of his hall of refuge, and bound it 1728|between two mountains. And he gave an iron key to the sons 1728|of Aeolus, a goodly key, and bound it with a golden key, and 1728|left it open, when Aeolus might pass to the Lydians on 1728|island and the Trojan host. Aeolus lay with his head, as 1728|one that is in slumber bound, and the doors of his house were 1728|shut, and Aeolus was the lord of the Lydians. So that the 1728|iron gates might be securely shut, he made a covenant with 1728|their feet, and with the feet of his sons, that they 1728|brought him a well of clean water in plenty, and would drink 1728|and eat with them, and would drink and drink and eat, until 1728|the very blood should be turned to wine. There would they 1728|drink, and eat with the most carnal of men; but the 1728|good father of the Lydians would he turn pale at the 1728|taste of wine, and he would cease from food, whether the 1728|wine had been pure or foul, for he knew the blood of a 1728|sonless friend.' 1728|Now the wise Odysseus of many counsels listened to the 1728|words of the goddess, and made no answer, but went straight 1728|along the hollow way to the inner chambers. 1728|Now there was a great door without the gate of the 1728|house, the way without the wall, and the very wall was 1728|without the door. And it was shut, shut, shut, and 1728|closed up from the daybreak till the dawn, when the golden 1728|thronings came in Odysseus. And the men of the Northland 1728|instructed him by signs to go through the open doors, 1728|and to lay hold of the strong pillars and pull back the 1728|gate. This he did by the first portents of his spirit, 1728|when he was wont to sail over the sea from sea to sea. 1728|Then he bowed his head, and spake in thy speech, and took 1728|full heed, and let the gates of the city fall. But 1728|Odysseus of many counsels spake among the people, and 1728|methought he saw the city as it were a single house, and 1728|the pillars were all twisted at the edge with a single 1728|hand, and he saw the house roof beneath him and the great 1728|house hall, as he was wont to see them. For the house made 1728|sure of him by signs, and bade him wait upon wise Telemachus, 1728|wherein she would make him content with store of 1728|ransom, and he stood to his purpose. But when he came to 1728|the house itself, he found the pillars twisted at the 1728|ide of the door, one with a slant line, one with a wider 1728|line, and one with a wide, so that he saw the door through 1728|which came the sound of sweet music, and the sweet 1728|voice of the flute-players. And he saw wide and slant 1728|plinths on pillars and seats all ======================================== SAMPLE 11050 ======================================== 27195|Ole John B. has gone to town to buy a new hat! 27195|And when he meets this dawg, in town to buy his hat. 27195|Ole Bob looks good, and is all heart. But he can't buy a new hat, 27195|As this dawg goes up to him, and says, "There's a new hat on!" 27195|Ole John is gittin' very fat, and looks so fine, 27195|When he sees my dawg's hat, with "Wullkie, wa?" 27195|Ole Joe has a wife, and she is good and kind, 27195|But her name it is Polly, and I guess her it is Not. 27195|If Joe and Polly it' pride, and Polly it' health, 27195|Ole Joe'll marry Polly, and she'll marry Joe. 27195|Ole Muddy Jockey's name is Jones; 27195|He lives in the barn outside the hill, 27195|And if ever you go that way 27195|You'll meet Jockey as berry-colored. 27195|He's a very proud and gallant fellow, 27195|And he has one shoe on, and one on the other; 27195|And he has got a blue ribbon tied behind his back. 27195|And his name is Jones; and he's fifty-seven years old. 27195|Away! away! you're a hind! and a sperrit, and a beast in the maw. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|With his red and tan coats and his buckled shoes. 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often he plays at "squirrel marbles." 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And always seem to be with his brother Joe. 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often in Sunday clothes he rides. 27195|Little Jim should have half a loaf. 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Young Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|With his blue and brown coats on; 27195|And what has he done all the day? 27195|He brought in the butter and the cream. 27195|Young Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often he plays at "squirrel marbles." 27195|Young Jim should have half a loaf, 27195|And bring in the other half as fat. 27195|Old Jim is the pride of the farm, 27195|And often, when he takes a nap, 27195|He looks up in his face and says, "The Lord please lend me an ear." 27195|Little Jim and Browny, the two little bears, 27195|With their backs to the gate and their faces to the wall, 27195|Go in like clockwork to the milkmaid's; but you never 27195|See the old folks stand and stare with their hands on the sash, 27195|While Little Jim goes off to his proper dairy. 27195|Old Mother Goose, when 27195|She wanted to travel, 27195|Would walk barefoot, 27195|'Cause she thought it fun. 27195|When she got to the places, 27195|She would dance, 27195|For she was so fun. 27195|She had such a merry way, 27195|And a sing-song 27195|Old Mother Goose knew. 27195|Little Bo-peep had a thing 27195|Call'd a turban, 27195|That was just like a wig, 27195|And couldn't get it through the teeth. 27195|He put it on his head, 27195|And then off he ran 27195|Like a turbaned thing! 27195|There was an old Woman 27195|Whose nose was really long, 27195|And she loved to comb it. 27195|She comb'd it very well 27195|When the heat of summer 27195|Was very much upon ======================================== SAMPLE 11060 ======================================== 5185|For a month and a day." 5185|Then the wild Turk, Ilmarinen, 5185|Gave this answer to the crowd: 5185|"There is none among you all, 5185|None of those who come here, 5185|None who will sell me girls, 5185|None who will drive me boys 5185|To the wood-dens of Hisi." 5185|Wainamoinen spake in answer: 5185|"Fare thou well, O lovely maid! 5185|Woes ha I for thee and thine! 5185|Warring against God and suitor, 5185|To the battle now endeavor, 5185|In the wood-glen drive to battle, 5185|In the heath-land drive the cattle." 5185|Then the maid, the sweet and lovely, 5185|Lived and moved among the cattle; 5185|Rode her bulls within the pasture, 5185|As in numbers she remained. 5185|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5185|Straightway journeys to the meadows, 5185|On the border of the pasture, 5185|On the lowland where the reed-beds 5185|Fold and bend in the verdant verdure, 5185|On the level land of pines. 5185|In the midst of all the meadows 5185|He determined was to battle 5185|With the herdsman of Pohyola. 5185|Quick the hero-slayer hastens, 5185|Strikes him on the upper vitals, 5185|In the middle of his liver; 5185|Through the interstices of blood, 5185|And the organs of his body. 5185|Then the hero-slayer falls prostrate, 5185|Placid falls the hero, Paukkewno, 5185|On his bended knees and elbows, 5185|On the prairie's level surface; 5185|And a hand from out his vesture, 5185|Quickly takes these words to Jumala: 5185|"O thou worthy youth, my son, 5185|Thou my worthy servant swineher, 5185|If thou hadst consideration 5185|To express thy feelings freely 5185|Plungest in the viper's poison, 5185|Thou wouldst know a father's sorrow; 5185|From the viper hadst thou suffered, 5185|From the poison hadst thou suffered 5185|Like the other wretched children, 5185|Like the others in thy tribe neglected. 5185|"If thou couldst have seen my parents, 5185|If thou hadst not only seen them, 5185|Thou wert wishing for their service, 5185|Wishing for their love and pleasure; 5185|Thou wert wishing for thy brother, 5185|And for me as well their loveliness; 5185|Thus would they have been behaving, 5185|Had it not been that I have protected thee, 5185|Had it not been that I have set thee 5185|High as now above them all. 5185|"Thou wouldst have believed, my worthy son, 5185|Thou wouldst have believed that I am happy, 5185|Thou wouldst have believed that I live for living, 5185|Wouldst have thought that I ever loved thee. 5185|False indeed have been the thoughts that filled 5185|Thy restless and dissolute mind, 5185|False the hope that thou hast accepted, 5185|False the dream that thou hast believed; 5185|Wilt thou now unashamed resign, 5185|Sow thy roots sedentarylow, 5185|Join thy youthful brothers-in-law, 5185|Join thine old and ineffectual friend? 5185|Better it had never been, O swain, 5185|Didst thou think it had been, Gallagher, 5185|Swineherd so highly of thy life 5185|I have often said, and still say, 5185|Never will I swain another swain 5185|Save among my good and evil deeds. 5185|"Shouldst thou ever think to turn to worse, 5185|Swear thy name is not my helper, 5185|Call me not as an accomplice, 5185|Take no wife as a wife thou ======================================== SAMPLE 11070 ======================================== 24605|To bring in the world's new wealth. 24605|I'd bring the money a-foot 24605|And buy the world with all a-month. 24605|The world can't turn without it, 24605|It grows its heart's desire by, 24605|And the world's heart, too, is a-flame 24605|To love and win the prize you seek. 24605|The world's life is a mighty struggle, 24605|A stormy life as the sea is, 24605|But there is a sunny spot 24605|Where the sunshine lingers still, 24605|And the heart that fears can never fear. 24605|O, the bright and sunny scenes 24605|Where the sunshine lingers still, 24605|And the hearts that fear never weep; 24605|A blessed time above the sea, 24605|And of life's joy and bloom, 24605|The heart is the wind-flower that sighs. 24605|The world needs its little hero more than God on earth, 24605|And the world needs him still when the world needs him the most; 24605|The world needs him still when it needs him the worst, 24605|And the world needs him the best, when it needs him all. 24605|I know a little boy, 24605|Who's as bright and neat 24605|As a picture in a delight, 24605|And, most wonderful, 24605|Is singing in his play. 24605|A boy who's in the play, 24605|And in full health, 24605|And with his little friends 24605|On earth, at home. 24605|So gay and small and shy, 24605|And yet with something of a grace; 24605|A boy who's learning every day 24605|What he never learns in school; 24605|A boy who doesn't care 24605|If he live to be old, 24605|Or where he's banished too. 24605|He is the happiest, best, 24605|Of all my children dear; 24605|I will never be a poor 24605|Without him, and without him, always. 24605|One day I said, "Ain't it fun" to Johnny, 24605|And then as the sun was setting slowly going 24605|Away from the road, I said, "I wonder what 24605|The pleasure is like to ride in a carriage." 24605|But he turned to me with a silly look, 24605|A little surprised, then said, "But don't mention 24605|It to Grand-dad." 24605|"So the car was always yours," I said, "and always 24605|When you were riding it you could ride 24605|And ride it when riding it, just as he did." 24605|Then he smiled a little. 24605|"Did he ride the horses in his day, or mine?" 24605|I wondered all that afternoon how he could say. 24605|But his smile was true when his lips were silent and 24605|deep, 24605|And he answered, "The horses were riding all along, 24605|And the carriage was riding all along, too." 24605|"And you're riding it now." 24605|But a laugh came from Johnny, 24605|as though he were pleased I guessed, 24605|"And you're riding it now! 24605|And the carriage is riding it now, 24605|It has stayed a whole month at the best, and rides 24605|So good, it is the best ride of them all. 24605|And oh, the horse is riding so well, 24605|In its long brown mane, with a neat 24605|And very long neck and body, just 24605|Like a horse it ought to be, it is, 24605|And riding so good, and just just as good 24605|As the best ride of them all." 24605|"Now the carriage's coming, it's coming--hull, 24605|Down, down, down, little carriage, can't 24605|Sit still, I beg, 24605|It is a delight to roam, 24605|And ride on such a grand car, 24605|And it won't ride too slow, 24605|And it's going so fast, 24605|'Tis the best car of them all!" 24605|But just ======================================== SAMPLE 11080 ======================================== 1229|And every voice of his in me is one 1229|Of the joy his song had in it: 1229|And when I look in that light I laugh, 1229|For I know when in that joy I laughed, 1229|I should have laughed for ever. 1229|Oh, say not for me that I am glad 1229|For the bitter bitter fate that makes me glad 1229|To feel, as I walk through the fields, 1229|That something higher and richer 1229|Ascribes 1229|than the happy world's delight. 1229|But now to the sun-litten earth 1229|I trust that my wayward ways 1229|Of song will lead me in peace down thy ways, 1229|Where thy bright waters never tread: 1229|Where never the tender sky-lark, 1229|Or chattering trout, or nightingale 1229|Descend, 1229|To say 1229|How my heart leaps up to hear how they 1229|Sing in the light of thy glory. 1229|In all thy fields that were gathered 1229|In the song of them all, 1229|The music of my youth I catch 1229|To my song's eager delight, 1229|And with rapture from thee gather 1229|What I cannot understand 1229|Of what thou dost know not, I sing. 1229|Then say not that the words are wild, 1229|That my heart in them thrills and leaps, 1229|For I know when the morning's golden 1229|Comes out of the sunlight, 1229|And the birds their little cawings 1229|In the branches above me hear. 1229|Then say not that I'm glad I am, 1229|For the bitter balsam of life's bloom is given me; 1229|Wherefore, for all my bale that is bare 1229|There's something in it which hath a great reserve 1229|Of loveliness and verdure in it, 1229|And in my song I would make sweet 1229|That precious loveliness and verdure. 1229|So shall I sing my song's content, 1229|And all the sorrowful day 1229|I make with mine in life, 1229|A song of my song's content. 1229|My song and I, and I with mine, 1229|We'll sing of many things, 1229|And all the many things we sing 1229|The same shall in the end be 1229|And no great sorrow in us. 1229|So shall the many sing be, 1229|In the song I shall make sweet, 1229|That many--tongued and joyous day 1229|On the shore of many-wide water. 1229|So let this soul of mine be blent 1229|With thine, thou soul with mine, 1229|That all the sorrowful days which be, 1229|The soul and the body may leave us 1229|As sweet as ever we were, 1229|As white as ever we were, 1229|As red as ever we were, 1229|And we in one song be, 1229|To wit, I with thee, 1229|And we with thee, etc. 1229|When the sweet nightingale hath told 1229|His wondrous story, 1229|And all the forest round about 1229|Hath followed his news, 1229|Thou, O my soul! art glad in heaven 1229|To be glad in thine! 1229|Thou, O my soul! art glad in heaven 1229|At thy story! 1229|The night winds, with the stars about them, 1229|Have made the rolling fire glow; 1229|And the soft odors of the rose-tree 1229|Are sweeter than words can be. 1229|O happy woods and grassy meadows! 1229|O watermelbs and happy skies! 1229|O May-time, happy summer after-joys! 1229|Ye are the dearest and last after-joys. 1229|My soul is a bride and a queen 1229|Upon a cloud! A bride beneath the sun! 1229|My dreams are dances upon the deep, 1229|Unheard by man; for, borne upon the wind ======================================== SAMPLE 11090 ======================================== 2130|With every change in all the lands? 2130|But though thyself should hear, I'll not say 2130|So heavy the time. That time, my life! 2130|I'll hear the cry: "The man of God is lost!" 2130|And see all nations tremble for his shame: 2130|I've nothing left of all my worth in silver, 2130|And all I boast of silver left alone." 2130|Thus, thus on the walls he waits for sunset, 2130|His last great day which he hoped for thus to see: 2130|He sits alone, and thinks on that far day, 2130|When through his windows will be seen his sons, 2130|The kings and chiefs of all these powers, who will fall 2130|To bloody deeds like thunderbolts at his will. 2130|Then on, like a lightning flash, he looks toward his realm, 2130|Sees all the world is crumbling from his hands, 2130|Now far off, now near at hand, all his own renown 2130|And power is gone: his children lie like ashes, 2130|Their sons, long promised to him, are in the dust. 2130|Then he will weep, while all the world shall be 2130|Sticking to their bows the proud ship of his mind. 2130|"Ah! there's a song in the wind," thus King Garon said, 2130|"That would be sweet if she could sing it to me; 2130|A song of the sea, that would be sweet to her, 2130|And I a slave in the land that she loved long." 2130|He sung it, one day, alone by the sea. 2130|"Now I have sang," quoth Garon, "the wild song of my life, 2130|Of its long march the wind and the rain that were dear. 2130|"Now I have sung," quoth Garon, "all that sea could I sing, 2130|And I would be one of the slaves of their mind." 2130|Then he will weep, while all the world shall be 2130|Sticking to their bows the proud ship of his mind. 2130|"Yet I would sing," said little Lyle, "in the land I loved, 2130|But I am but a stone, a ware of that sea. 2130|Yet I would sing," said the stone, "not as of old, 2130|But as of the winds that made my heart to bleed. 2130|"Yet I am but a stone, a ware of this thing," 2130|And then a song out of the wind a song did break. 2130|"O love, love we," said Lyle, "and hate, hate we, 2130|But we are stone, and the sea's dead death's our brother." 2130|Then came two men from the sea: one lifted up his hand 2130|And said: "O son, whoe'er thou art, as thou sing'st, 2130|That when the wave of the sea was at thy throat 2130|We sailed from thence and never did see thee more, 2130|But we sang to make thee to love and to woo, 2130|And as we sailed back to thee, and as we sailed, 2130|For thee and all we loved and loved so we sailed." 2130|Then said the second, "And, in the great high sea 2130|Where lies the land, all the wide world's wide land 2130|For no man's land or for any mans land, 2130|We found the sweet fruit, and tasted and we told 2130|How for this fruit we were come, but were scorn'd 2130|In all our land--our King, the King and all. 2130|"Thus do the waters roll, thus do the waters roll; 2130|For all our ship had been a waste of the sea. 2130|With one poor sailor's worth our ship we set free; 2130|But as we came on shore and found his land 2130|How did he scorn us in all his land and all. 2130|"That land, with its kings, with the people of man? 2130|The King! the King and the people? Ah, no such thing; 2130|We sold our soul with a piteous, last vow, 2130|For that last, last, great, true fruit in the tree,-- 2130 ======================================== SAMPLE 11100 ======================================== 1745|Or shall their Power in all his works combine 1745|To bring forth fruit of wondrous import? 1745|To him be proffered whatsoever He 1745|Shall ere be perfect; Hereditary grace, 1745|Alternated with predestinate Age. 1745|The Power whom Heav'n unloos'd shall raise and rear 1745|This new creation; and though late disposed, 1745|Still sometime of late so often fix'd, 1745|That all things now created shall be Shaped 1745|After his wanton pleasure, be not hard 1745|On him, who thus in evil case must mend 1745|His deserts who but sooner calls us poor. 1745|Mean while the Sun, whose meridian strength 1745|Thir Gath'rous Retreat, now equal turns 1745|To Heav'n, and with less fervor plays 1745|Upon his half-worsht Universal Torch; 1745|From Bregenz to the borders ties 1745|Of Turkistan sends his varying beams 1745|Of noxious luxuriance and contrary 1745|Tendency, that all behoves to change 1745|With different planets, and their orient Fires 1745|Void of productive use, which, first set, 1745|Last at their Midst differ, as moon with star 1745|Offset, thus in charting out the years 1745|Th' engag'd Lunar Nights, with double round 1745|Thir Quarterly Securie broken, kept at Hand 1745|From intermitting Winds and adverse 1745|Rais'd incessant round; the steady Sun 1745|Thus placed through Vigil and Shade I find 1745|Less bright, and hence perhaps less constant in 1745|His Quarterly, neater, as less sure his Round. 1745|Thus Moon whose beams impregned never leads 1745|The Seasons with his light, which maketh dark 1745|Thir Stellar Routes, and shifts the dispos 1745|Of thir Spheare. On this cold occasion due 1745|He sat, and thus in brief his Spouses speech 1745|Corrected. Said he. Lo! these are the First Born 1745|Of Graces most approving. O ye Gods! 1745|Thee, Planete, with thy pleasant conic rayes 1745|And glittering sphears, contributeest both 1745|To this excellent Morning, and thine owne 1745|In largesse grac't. Him served also to sit 1745|Neerer of ye, was I, who to explain 1745|How I might act, had thought some god gonee, 1745|Or some superstitious dawt or mouse, 1745|Or if mine eyes, or if mine ears had err'd, 1745|Or if my tongue had lain in Pellenus 1745|That river tributary: but with all 1745|Their tears and sighs I yet shall come off bright, 1745|Though I incline to suppose ye feare 1745|What so fantastickr hateth you and me. 1745|Now first, Plantagenet, shall ye sing 1745|The choisest Muse, that to this weal brought birth, 1745|And on her Song founded heav'nly rest: 1745|Or shall mine eyes, as reason shall require, 1745|Savour with their sight what light else ye bear? 1745|Shall I, who with hard labours labour'd, 1745|Take occasion to commend my tuneful lays, 1745|And bid your gen'rous patience of my song 1745|Always honour it, and of your names attend? 1745|Mee, that long till now hath sad Gomera 1745|Succeeded not in growing soile or fruit, 1745|Why doth so hard a will oft prove unkind, 1745|And slack'n's itself to suit some constancy? 1745|First, then, if ye desire we turne again, 1745|Into what guardians have we lately past? 1745|Out of what bosome do we lately pass? 1745|Why do we not molest our own selves most oft? 1745|What is't that we are oft caught in snare, 1745|Led captive with a free consent to pilfer, 1745|And now by stealth do lay the land in ground? ======================================== SAMPLE 11110 ======================================== 10602|Of honour to the fayrest prince; 10602|For whom so great a pity it were, 10602|That he whose feet were cruelly trod 10602|On a rude naked cliff before the wind, 10602|Might not his beauty in his pride 10602|With her glorious hand and fairer skin 10602|T'attend this wonder and this new craft. 10602|And to whom he would have given all, 10602|And all the graces of his grace, 10602|And were he living now, should never come 10602|Unto the blisses of the fair Desonell, 10602|And with him should all her charms possesse; 10602|And let himself now perish in the dust,- 10602|So would this witless wight, who felt not right 10602|To give thanks, or bow himself to thee: 10602|Yet not the less with this will I 10602|Despise the heart within me fall'n. 10602|Therefore I will contrive, if I may, 10602|By means of ev'ry kind of thing, 10602|That doth within my power belong, 10602|To give the dear Desonell a new heart, 10602|Which, while her face I see, my heart may still 10602|Fancying to know, her eyes doe please, 10602|Like unto those of Phoebe to the Sun, 10602|Which each so pure they seemes engirt. 10602|Then shall mine eyes in turn be raught 10602|To view her face, which to behold 10602|Is a great joy to me, and a great pain. 10602|Then shall my little heart with joy 10602|Tread in the feetpath of her feet, 10602|As some proud stallion, that with pride doth show, 10602|How swift he fares, through field and wood, 10602|All the summer heat, upon his head. 10602|Then shall I love her not, but love 10602|The very dear Desonell, so 10602|That I may call her mine, the first, 10602|Though all the world beside is mine. 10602|Then shall I live one day more 10602|With the fair Desonell, by whose side 10602|I made those ragged wretches gay, 10602|In her sweet presence to abound, 10602|And love her more, though not so much 10602|As mine, that me is loved of here. 10602|And therefore would I give to me 10602|The sweetest gift a woman can 10602|Or man, which to my hands that ever bears, 10602|That brings me love of hers, that gives me joy. 10602|But no, since this my love hath been 10602|From her, my heaven, earth, and air, 10602|Neither can I give her such a boon, 10602|But that she love me, and that love be 10602|Her life and living, through the holy year. 10602|O happy day, now mayest thou never see, 10602|Mid pleasure of the day, thy death! 10602|O happy month, May, for to bring forth 10602|Fresh beauties in the Spring, 10602|Then may'st thou yield a gladder aspect now, 10602|And wear not cold and sad. 10602|Now Venus and the month might bring up May, 10602|As fair, as mild, as gentle is her breath; 10602|The more sweet and lovely then her face, 10602|The mair does she delight in her love. 10602|But if, by force of that same poison cold 10602|Themselves do rot and sicken, 10602|There let it go before the year have done, 10602|When summer now her fairest time hath seen, 10602|And Venus too hath done her part. 10602|That we may so well remember her, 10602|For ever and for ever, 10602|That she may yet remain our love's delight 10602|Unto our children eight, 10602|Love, that as sweet a presence befell, 10602|As ever maiden gentle and discreet, 10602|Love, in whose face we might behold 10602|All fairer grace than e'er can paint 10602|In other beauty's mirror seen, 10602|I say, ======================================== SAMPLE 11120 ======================================== 19389|And they tell me I can have my hair cut up close, 19389|And my eyes turned slowly to my face. 19389|And I think of how I can go to parades by the sea, 19389|While all the people stare at me; 19389|But I've some sharp pains in my back, so I will not go 19389|And I cannot see my wife's face; 19389|And I can only see the water-lilies' watery spray, 19389|Where the waves dance like mermaids white, 19389|And the mermaids float like blossoms blown by the wind, 19389|And the mermaids swing and sway so freely. 19389|And the mermaids are so white, and the mermaids are so fine, 19389|They hardly move the eyes with their shining, 19389|Though I sit in the bright air all the afternoon, 19389|And sometimes I think that her love has come 19389|Because she's so white, and is shining so fine. 19389|Sometimes I think she loves, because I see her heart 19389|Grow light and glad, and kind, and soft without a beat 19389|Till I clasp her to my breast, like a dove, in the night, 19389|Or I think that I will have her for wife to-morrow, 19389|Or I feel that her heart is my own, and will break it, 19389|And make her my own bride of-me, and be the bride. 19389|But I am content with what I am. 19389|And I'll write a letter now to the one I love, 19389|If she will write a letter like that of a bird. 19389|I've a fancy for words, I guess to me 19389|They come with youth, their meaning is true, 19389|And I would write those letters of yours 19389|But I cannot say them for I'm a man. 19389|With my hair cut short in front 19389|And my eyelids smothered close, 19389|I could look you straight in the eyes, 19389|And never forget it, never. 19389|You wouldn't think it--but sometimes 19389|I like a girl's eyes a little more 19389|Than a man's, and often I fear 19389|I can't look and look for an hour; 19389|But I am very sure I must 19389|For we're not supposed to be schooled, 19389|We're not trained in school-gossip, 19389|And, when we go a-wooing-baskets, 19389|We have to know what is most to taste. 19389|And when a girl comes her hand to, 19389|Her hand goes in her belt to draw, 19389|For some thing she is held back 19389|Like a baby, and I think, 19389|"I'll put the girl in the corner." 19389|So she puts her purse in her belt 19389|To be cautious when she wants, 19389|But there are times when it comes a-tick 19389|And I can show her quickly how 19389|To say "No, look here" or "Here!" 19389|It's very queer that there's a tree 19389|To climb on, with a little stair 19389|'T will help to make them jump. 19389|And when they do, you may be 19389|Trouble when they start, and start 19389|In the end, and say things like: 19389|Oh, it's a little silly thing 19389|And, when they're all got together, 19389|You can't say a word you want, or not! 19389|But when the girls come back, they 19389|Make a wonderful noise, 19389|And she gives so little kisses, 19389|That it makes me tremble just thinking 19389|About it, and when they're all settled 19389|And the boy is out in the yard 19389|She wants to run her hands through them 19389|And they can't get in and out, 19389|And they make such a little noise, 19389|When she tries to hurry by. 19389|But the baby, when she sees them 19389|Is quite nervous because, you know, 19389|And makes a fuss when she tries 19389|To talk ======================================== SAMPLE 11130 ======================================== 19389|And all the while the water-lilies, 19389|White as the clouds, 19389|Lurking under that tree, 19389|Dipping down 19389|To bathe in the sun and love the sky! 19389|Aye, there, beneath the lindens, 19389|How the violets dream, 19389|The primroses 19389|In their azure places 19389|Under the blue, 19389|And all the trees 19389|With their little joys 19389|Fluttering through 19389|And laughing to see me here alone. 19389|Oh, I know 19389|How sweet is life 19389|Just to walk and talk 19389|And laugh and sing 19389|The while the world is laughing too! 19389|But when the sun 19389|And I 19389|And every flower 19389|Are busy here 19389|And the flowers keep 19389|Only happy talk because they're so! 19389|Yet, with my rippling brooklet, 19389|And my little flower-corntown, 19389|You are far behind! 19389|For, though you're 19389|Not quite so fair, 19389|Not quite so glad, 19389|And just the same 19389|To dance and sing, 19389|I know you to be 19389|Not as fair as I! 19389|Down in the water-meadows, 19389|And up through the lilac bush, 19389|A fairy-like shape was stealing, 19389|And only I that was swimming, 19389|And only I that was swimming. 19389|Just you, and I, and only I, 19389|Floating down in the meadow-lands, 19389|And soaring up through the lilac bush! 19389|When summer on the earth is fading 19389|By June's close, a sunbeam's golden 19389|And silvery gleam is passing, 19389|A wind's blowing sweet and soft. 19389|The boughs are bending in the sunlight 19389|To hear the wind's soft breath a-calling, 19389|And the cool, dark leaves are sighing.... 19389|And the nightingale's sweet song is lingering 19389|And the birds are singing far beneath. 19389|When summer is done, a gentle 19389|And sunny spirit comes to part us; 19389|A shadow draws us tenderly, 19389|From flower-like dreams of love, apart, 19389|And slowly o'er our hearts falls. 19389|Ah! then through winter days gone swiftly 19389|And soft-eyed Winter seems to say: 19389|"Come all to my world once more, friend, or 19389|"Come nevermore, for all my pain." 19389|Then dreams come true and brighten 19389|With sunshine all the way; 19389|A light is blowing 19389|To ope the gates of life; 19389|And through the joys that glory 19389|A glory seems to flow. 19389|And through the sorrow 19389|The calm of love-kindled hope 19389|And through the gladness 19389|The sweetness through all. 19389|Then comes a silent, solemn 19389|Long, long, the time we wait, 19389|And the young heart's throbbing 19389|Breathes through the silent air. 19389|And ever the stars gleaming 19389|Seem floating through the sky; 19389|While the still air is singing 19389|A joyous, wondrous song. 19389|And all our life's dreamful mysteries 19389|Are gathered, with a whispering, 19389|In one vast memory. 19389|Oh! then our eyes are full of sunlight, 19389|It dawns and sets again, 19389|And life goes on in happy, shining sunlight; 19389|And every one is glad. 19389|The sun goes down the west 19389|And the moon's in the blue; 19389|The red clay 19389|Is growing, 19389|And all is good. 19389|From the hillside 19389|The birds are singing, 19389|And the wind is calling; 19389|Come down! 19389|It's a wild ======================================== SAMPLE 11140 ======================================== 1852|The sun-smit glaze of the summer's glee, 1852|It is the dew, it is the sky, 1852|We are parted, oh, so tenderly! F. 1852|And thus let me sing, 1852|As we went through the fields, 1852|At daybreak o'er the hill. 1852|On the banks of the river-run: 1852|To thee. 1852|The evening was falling. G. 1852|O hoy! hoy! to the sea 1852|O hoy! hoy! to the sea; 1852|Farewell, farewell, farewell! 1852|Farewell, farewell, farewell! 1852|Hear thou, hear thou thou, 1852|The wind is blowing far; 1852|Down, down, the moon, 1852|The star, the rainbow-shine, 1852|The wind blowing cold, 1852|I sing not, and I pray, 1852|For those whose feet are set 1852|On earth's dark ways; 1852|For them, with the deep 1852|In their hearts I go. 1852|The stars are bright, I feel! 1852|Farewell, farewell, farewell, 1852|Hear ye, hear ye, 1852|The winds are blowing fast; 1852|There's none for me here, 1852|Here will I sleep. 1852|To the world's end, I sing not, 1852|For sorrow of sorrow I must die! R. WI. 1852|I, who have a thought for ever dead, and yet 1852|Live the thought of this thought? 1852|What is that thought which, through all time and space, 1852|Still through all time draws breath? 1852|If so, what is a thought? (It may be that 1852|Its life can be conceived as a new life, 1852|And, like a soul, be annihilated, 1852|Eternity! It may be--but where 1852|Is its death?) 1852|That thou, O man, art nothing born, indeed; 1852|And yet art immortal? 1852|O Man! in that hour, 1852|When thou wert born, how didst thou feel the sun, 1852|The great sun of the past? how, in the heart 1852|Of earth, didst thou rise into light and light 1852|As the sun is risen? 1852|There are some moments in life which men behold 1852|Of such rare promise, of such splendours beyond 1852|The eyes of the visioned; there is even now, 1852|When men are at work on this great world, some day 1852|When our days have been told, 1852|There may descend a thought which may prove so bright 1852|That it shall eclipse the vision it implies. 1852|When we lie with our limbs so bare and bare, 1852|And the moon is in heaven above us! 1852|When the whole world has changed; all things are fled 1852|In the past; 1852|And the mind is so weak, or we are so strong, 1852|It can only hope, as the heart can be said 1852|To its heart, even in this world that we share, 1852|That our limbs shall be weak or our souls be weak, 1852|By its own strength to be won. 1852|And a thought, if it move thee? 1852|There is something yet vague, something still unknown, 1852|Yet since born, some time, with a murmur of fear, 1852|Some time, (for our days are but moments, a dream), 1852|We should have a work for thee to make us our own: 1852|And there is a thing we shall not be able to do, 1852|While life be our light, time is our doom. 1852|And a man? but a man, all unafraid? 1852|What if he be a great man? 1852|Shall we not rise against our fate ======================================== SAMPLE 11150 ======================================== 4010|I pray, my lords, to God to help our case, 4010|And so from public notice my report 4010|Shall spread the world beyond the Irish sea. 4010|I, who on foot from Bristol's mountain came, 4010|And trod on moss, and frost, and mire, 4010|Or, at a hundred towns, found little ease, 4010|I wish the King could hear his son's appeal.' 4010|'Thou art a youthful knight, good-for-naught and good; 4010|Yet have I known the gay and gay; 4010|And know I well to love a good queen, 4010|But not, alas! to follow a king. 4010|I loved a queen before the realm was free, 4010|But when my land is her own again, 4010|With queenly pride may I rejoice; 4010|Thou art at peace, and for the King I trust 4010|Thy presence will the warrior re-unite. 4010|Thy age, and what thy age, I do not know, 4010|The youth in me must hold dear, 4010|But the old age shall not stand in the way 4010|Of this thy noble wish. 4010|Sir knight, while now thou hast such love for me 4010|That thou cannot in silence make me mourn, 4010|Still say--Sir knight, since thou wilt go-- 4010|The Lady Marian has married Sir Edith, 4010|The lady in beauty and grace, 4010|And she will rule her lands for years to come, 4010|But thou must leave to me. 4010|To-day I made the choice to take thee here, 4010|Thou must not think to say "I go." 4010|I love thee, my true love, well, and wilt thou 4010|Remember this to mine or eight? 4010|If thou wouldst, by my own soul's authority, 4010|And by my voice that speaks to thee, 4010|I say--if on my part thou wilt allow 4010|That I am thine--'tis past dispute, 4010|I'll not refuse thy choice for thine alone. 4010|No, Sir Knight, if thou shouldst go with me, 4010|The lady, she said, would serve the State. 4010|I know her not by sight or name; 4010|But I have thought them noble lords, 4010|Who served their land, and loved their king. 4010|No, Sir Knight, no, I will not hear you grudge 4010|The lady, she said, a noble love; 4010|I'll bear thee down, and help thee there; 4010|I can't refuse thee at thy need! 4010|I know thee well: thy mother is her name, 4010|The dame of hers is said to be fair, 4010|And thy sister's child, thy sister dear, 4010|Has gone and come a thousand times over. 4010|'But she, when thou hast loved me long in my house, 4010|Has said that, if once she should see me 4010|(And she should never more come back again) 4010|She'll think thy life an idle tale, 4010|And never love me again.' 4010|'That 'twas in vain, my love, my love, 4010|If I were dead and thou went gliding by; 4010|With me to be together were a feast, 4010|But 'twere in vain for me to die with thee. 4010|'Tis vain that we should live, our life should end 4010|In friendship's love, and thither fly, 4010|As by the same green lake are seen 4010|The green and leafy meads among, 4010|Where, while day's ray is on the hills of snow, 4010|The swallows, with new joy a-cold, 4010|Sing as they go leaf-song, new-wing'd, 4010|From water-falls that gleam and glist. 4010|But if, like me, thy soul would dream 4010|A life of friendship's promise, 4010|I 'll never let thee, in his will, 4010|The joy of my past days behold. 4010|For when thy face shone pure and bright, ======================================== SAMPLE 11160 ======================================== 1365|And you too, fair girl, be not afraid! 1365|My mother, whom I love so dear, 1365|Hath taken you unto herself. 1365|I cannot speak the truth, nor lie! 1365|I have no words; there is no need. 1365|Her eyes are in the mist, 1365|Her lips are still, 1365|The tears are in my eyes, 1365|And my heart beats loud in my ears. 1365|Ah, now, the night passes, 1365|The moon is at the full; 1365|The lamps are fallen in the street, 1365|The dance is still. 1365|All are at rest within their homes, 1365|No tumult disturbs the air; 1365|The city sleeps. 1365|Ah, now, the day is breaking, 1365|The morning star is bright, 1365|The carriage on its way doth go 1365|With the carriage of the night. 1365|The lamp is lighted, the lamp is lighted, 1365|The city and the hill, 1365|The caravans bring wine and bread, 1365|The caravan is still. 1365|Tiresias, tiresias! 1365|To whom are now 1365|With sorrowful voice, 1365|And eyes that beat, 1365|Thou speakest thus, 1365|My daughter, whom I used to love! 1365|Thou speakest thus, 1365|And tellest thus 1365|In spite of me 1365|Why this day, since thou art taken away, 1365|Will I weep and sigh. 1365|Ah! now, the day is breaking, 1365|The morn is bright, 1365|And the lamps are fallen in the street, 1365|The dance is still. 1365|Then go with sorrow, 1365|With great alarm, 1365|Unto thy father's house, and there 1365|In the midst of it all 1365|Say sadly unto him 1365|Why this day, since thou art taken away, 1365|Will I weep and sigh. 1365|There is no grief in sorrow; 1365|Weeping is not to be found 1365|In the great, and good 1365|And noble hearts of men. 1365|But why, O my Lord, should this be so? 1365|If the good and great 1365|Suffer pain, 1365|'T will be just as little hard to bear 1365|As being silent and peaceful. 1365|If thou wert as faithful as the dews 1365|Around the ancient fount were pure, 1365|And from the very lips of God 1365|To take not what thou wouldest, 1365|It would be no less cruel to us 1365|Than lying quiet, and silent, 1365|In the place where we should praise Him, 1365|And the great and the good 1365|He shall bless and excuse. 1365|O Thou who for my peace 1365|Didst keepest thou the promise, 1365|And didst appoint me 1365|Unto the place of our seeking; 1365|Give me strength to look up 1365|To my Father in the heights, 1365|And to put away from me 1365|All thoughts of pain and bitterness, 1365|And all thoughts of evil, 1365|So that through the night 1365|I may sleep. 1365|To dream abroad 1365|Of my Lord in paradise; 1365|To wake again and hear 1365|The everlasting calling! 1365|Such as mine own wild imagination, 1365|In its eager, frantic gust hath blown me 1365|Through the long miles and wild ocean-shakings, 1365|And, when I shall wake, 1365|To find myself alone 1365|In the dark, damp town, 1365|With no hope of the highway, 1365|No hope whatever. 1365|And yet thou art a spirit of charity, 1365|Forgiving both the sin and the suffering 1365|To those who have been by, and suffering it not, 1365|Of all men in this world whose lot it is 1365|To live and die in it! 1365|Thou drawest near me, and hast come ======================================== SAMPLE 11170 ======================================== 1727|to which she belonged--a maid or wife. 1727|"She was very good to me, and she has been so ever since I could tell. 1727|But she can give nothing but grief to me now I am gone. Let the 1727|people see her, she will make you very angry if she says that I was 1727|she did not love. As soon as you have had a good look at her you 1727|will know how the woman is far too beautiful to be the wife of one 1727|only man." 1727|Ulysses, being ill at ease in many ways, was therefore all the more 1727|tongued more kindly than he was in other things; but Alcmaeon, who 1727|knew full well what had been his intent, said, "Listen to me. 1727|You are in a very sore estate, and I will tell you an ill-luck 1727|story. About three years ago a ship of the Phaeacians went 1727|from the Phaeacians and their city of Phaeacia to Aegina, to 1727|strike a rich galleon. When they came there, the captain of the 1727|Phaeacians got up early and brought in some of his best men, with 1727|which he went to the ship to make her ready. There were then 1727|seven of all rank the best sailors and most excellent sailors of 1727|the Phaeacians about it. These went to the ship, and when they 1727|had got on their way home, the captain set out with all his 1727|good companions for Aegina, for he would send back the vessel to its 1727|countrymen so that they might live. But when they had got 1727|home, they took them into their ship and brought them up, and 1727|sold them at an exorbitantly low price; and those good people 1727|who had got them then were all about selling them at a much 1727|higher price. These sold for a very small price--the men being 1727|nearly twenty years too late--or there may be much more--in the 1727|home of Aegisthus, for many a good man has a grudge against Ulysses 1727|on account of his having been so long away that they might have 1727|lost the ship at once, having come to the end of one of his 1727|inhabitations. But as yet he had lost none of them. 1727|Now after seeing the ship come in with some of his men as in no 1727|way did the men see anything of the ship save a few scattered 1727|dirt upon the top of it, and the wind was moaning, and the water 1727|and weather kept telling me where the sea was most tumultuous, 1727|and this troubled me very much. Then some one of the men went up to 1727|Ulysses and said, "Stranger, you do us no injury if you can 1727|see the ship still on the beach, but you see nothing of the ship, 1727|and therefore I shall tell you the whole truth. You see she is going 1727|on to Troy, and so the suitors are after her, and she has much 1727|to do with it--and it is all in vain for her to get the ship 1727|running again, but then that would be no good either way. Therefore I 1727|shall make some pretence, and wait for you at the house of the 1727|Calypso, and tell you the whole truth. I am not a 1727|young man, and have yet to learn how to speak the tongue of 1727|young men, so take my advice, and let me alone, for I cannot 1727|try to follow after." 1727|"Well," answered Ulysses, "I will go in and see what is going on; 1727|show yourself to the people, and say you are with me there, but 1727|be wary, and say nothing about what has befallen; for some 1727|people may think I am coming to see that which is going on, and 1727|that I may not see all; do you, then, take my robes with 1727|the sale and the sale at the handlet, and beg me to come to your 1727|house; my wife has promised to come with me to see all as I am 1727|here--no matter what will have been and ======================================== SAMPLE 11180 ======================================== 1020|I'll give you a little of thy mind 1020|If you'll promise not to ask it back, 1020|A long-dead friend from life alone. 1020|I trust you understand what I want. 1020|There's one man in the world I'd gladly give 1020|For all that's been and all that's to be, 1020|And that is my old friend, your father. 1020|You see I've got your sister. That's her name. 1020|I sent her to her grave at Rome some where, 1020|And she has run away. She's in Rome this night. 1020|I'll give you a little of my mind if you'll 1020|Don her tonight. She will not return. 1020|That you're a stranger in my house 1020|We cannot deny, 1020|But still 1020|We would imagine that you are one 1020|Of some great many people. I 1020|Have known you long enough. 1020|I know the street and the lane, 1020|The square where you and I meet together. 1020|Perhaps you have come with them 1020|To join them in the dance. 1020|I know you're not a thief or a pest; 1020|That you can trust me now, 1020|And that, whatever you say to me, 1020|I will be. 1020|And I must be true to you. Well, well! 1020|If you do not believe me, 1020|I will try. 1020|I know a good hotel up in France, 1020|Built in the early fall, 1020|A hundred years ago. 1020|I've waited there for you for two weeks; 1020|And when I get there, 1020|You will believe the stories I tell 1020|About the rooms there. 1020|It is a very large room 1020|On the first floor of the hotel. 1020|You can see the sky 1020|From underneath your window. 1020|The floors are red stone, 1020|The walls are black. 1020|It must be freezing cold 1020|And the windows blind you. 1020|My mother told me this was the room 1020|Where your sister, 1020|That you and your brother 1020|Are to meet in a few minutes 1020|Under the light of the moon. 1020|I must leave you with my father, 1020|My father and a man 1020|Who must say good-night to you, 1020|And carry your body back 1020|To Nannie, 1020|Until the dawn of time. 1020|I must be strong and look 1020|Before me there. 1020|That's what I should do. 1020|You see, when you're old enough 1020|You will think of me 1020|And my mother. You must not sleep 1020|When the moon is low. 1020|That would be wrong. 1020|I've lived my life, 1020|And I must rest 1020|Under the stars. 1020|That I should stand 1020|Under the moon, 1020|Just like a stone 1020|Is the right way. 1020|I should sit down 1020|Under the sky, 1020|And not look at the street 1020|Over my head. 1020|I should sleep, 1020|And not look round. 1020|The way you say good-night 1020|Won't be the way. 1020|That's not right. 1020|I am afraid 1020|Your mother would be 1020|Under the street, 1020|Watching her son 1020|You may have half a heart. 1020|I must go back." 1020|"Go back 1020|To the place you came." 1020|"I'll stay here in France 1020|Till my heart is dead. 1020|It was not for any money. 1020|I wouldn't have you come here. 1020|You'll not sleep in a hotel 1020|Till you've told your story. 1020|"It will be cold 1020|When you're old enough; 1020|It will be wet 1020|In the room ======================================== SAMPLE 11190 ======================================== 37155|I never dreamed that I should live, 37155|Or grow so bold in life to meet 37155|Such harsh and drear opposition; 37155|But I have felt in every limb, 37155|When on the path so lonely, 37155|That power of mind, which can control 37155|The world, but not the emotions 37155|Of heart-warm, soul-nourished men; 37155|Which can control my life's affairs 37155|And work me peace and rest, and yet 37155|Cup-bearer, who have not to-day 37155|Sought this divine aid, as I do 37155|To-day, with heart and hand--I say-- 37155|I do not come to ask for this: 37155|I come to take what I can give. 37155|Let others give so much as they will 37155|Of heart and hand and brain and mind, 37155|I wait to share as only I 37155|Those who are willing to give can share. 37155|My wish is but to give, and give 37155|Until I give myself completely. 37155|I would give what wealth a monarch gives: 37155|A garden, and a little house, 37155|At the end of a wooded valley; 37155|I am not much inclined to rule 37155|As a lord of wealth and of grandeur, 37155|But I dare say if I were King 37155|I should think twice before my time. 37155|One wishes for a royal crown, 37155|And that will have his will with me. 37155|I wish for less than that, and more 37155|Than that is here,--a little bit 37155|Of life to bring me as a man 37155|For whom the life of Kings is drest, 37155|As the way is not all difficult, 37155|As it well may be, without doubt. 37155|I do not fear to take my stand, 37155|To see my place in all things done. 37155|I have got a little bit of land, 37155|With the name "Hill's Farm," and this I give. 37155|There's not a town in Lancaster, 37155|Of this size, is as quiet as I. 37155|If I were to lose it all, it's just 37155|The least and simplest loss that I 37155|Would have a right to make of it; 37155|My little lot is not the worst, 37155|I've half a score of acres; 37155|And I'd give that half again ere night, 37155|If I did not think it was good 37155|To give my half, as I do now. 37155|I have a son with some health, 37155|Which he is working to improve, 37155|He has learned to work upon a plan 37155|What little things he can grasp, 37155|As if he'd learned the English language 37155|Before he grew to be a man. 37155|A kind word, or a kiss, 37155|A simple, easy bill, 37155|No matter when I see him, 37155|He's grateful, though 'tis new, 37155|And wants to play, I suppose. 37155|My wish would be to see him, 37155|He's quite a child in every way, 37155|And a bright thing, and a laughing thing, 37155|But he'd have trouble under me. 37155|The very best delight 37155|That I can see for him 37155|Would be that day, if he 37155|Might look about him with favor. 37155|It's very strange and hard to find the right time 37155|For my little girl to knit, 37155|And when I give her something to hold it with, 37155|I think I make it difficult for her. 37155|But sometimes she would knit with that same iron-band 37155|And it makes my hair stand still, 37155|And sometimes, when I'm knitting something else, 37155|I see the stitches go through. 37155|And often, when I turn her little head 37155|She would say, quite deliberately, 37155|"I see the pattern all through!" 37155|But when she'd finished knitting,-- 37155|And I must say I found it ======================================== SAMPLE 11200 ======================================== 5186|In the net-boat, and in the net-boat's crevice." 5186|So the hero, Ilmarinen, 5186|Hastened to the open ocean, 5186|Sailing in a boat of copper, 5186|Like the sun upon the ocean, 5186|Like a ball of magic valor, 5186|Bravely on his journey journeyed; 5186|Swiftly sailed he on, and hastened 5186|To the grotto of the red-deer, 5186|To the forest of the moose-deer, 5186|To the ancient Wainola, 5186|To the home of lovely Ahti. 5186|These the words the blacksmith uttered: 5186|"Whither shall we take the painted one, 5186|Who will make my vessel swift-moving, 5186|Whither take the magic black-smith, 5186|Who will make the wooden vessel?" 5186|Thereupon the magic hero 5186|Seems to choose an old black-deer, 5186|Seems to take the oldest one, 5186|Seems to take the deadliest one; 5186|But the deer will not listen, 5186|Ducks not answer young Ahti. 5186|Thus in haste he makes his voyage 5186|O'er the waters of the subpav 5186|To the home of innocent Mudjaja. 5186|Mudjaja invites the heroes, 5186|To the feast she points the way-side, 5186|Offers them store of viands wondrous, 5186|And they journey to the hall-fires, 5186|Hall-gongs of pine make music happy, 5186|When they come to ivory chests, 5186|Cards inscribed quaint and tamely, 5186|Take the customs of the Northland. 5186|What they find inscribed amazes. 5186|Wherefore sing the songs amiss, 5186|Sing the ancient legends over, 5186|That the maidens sing amiss? 5186|These the words the singer utters: 5186|"Whither shall we take the painted one, 5186|Who will make our dwelling fleet-footed, 5186|Who will make the vessel swift- moving, 5186|That will sail in road of water, 5186|That will make the wooden vessel?" 5186|Then the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Answers thus his ancient brother: 5186|"Take the painted one, brother, 5186|Take the hero, Ahti, Gray-Deer, 5186|In the wolf's path-side fosterling, 5186|Where the wolves never roam and wander, 5186|Through our little and our ample, 5186|Travelled to the borders northern, 5186|To the meads of Sariola." 5186|Spake the youthful Ilmarinen: 5186|"If this be untrue, sister, 5186|I will slay thee in the evening, 5186|Hurl thee to the brute-pit filled withwoodpecker. 5186|I will hurl thee to the brute-wolf, 5186|To the bear's dread tooth-plate, Gray-Deer." 5186|Soon the wonderful hero 5186|Lived not with pious mothers, 5186|Lived not among the heavenly maidens, 5186|Died not among the heavenly maidens; 5186|To the Bear's own den, gray wolf, 5186|Were the wondrous songs composed, 5186|Were the wonders of the Northland. 5186|Wainamoinen's harp-player 5186|Gathers now the wild-flower petals, 5186|Gathers now the snow-white ash-tree, 5186|Takes the buds and blossoms northward, 5186|Fills with rose the empty cells with water, 5186|Gathers now the wild-fire flowers, 5186|Gathers now the snow-mantled petals, 5186|From the branches high uplifted, 5186|From the highest heaven descending, 5186|Takes the flowery mead and heather, 5186|Takes the heath and snow upon it; 5186|Sings the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|These the words the singer utters 5186|"Brightly shines the Northland's sunshine, ======================================== SAMPLE 11210 ======================================== I am too young for love, but I know all about it. 38475|"Let me but wait for you, you little children, like the rest, 38475|And you shall know all I know;--but wait awhile, and I'll be come. 38475|"Owls have been knocking at my door in the dark, and doves in the air; 38475|If no one is there at my coming, they say I shall have to go." 38475|She was so foolish, and had no knowledge of fear or deceit, 38475|That when she opened the door, her heart was torn with doubt and fear, 38475|And she cried out, and tried to say, but her lips would not relent,-- 38475|"Come, let the world rejoice! O come, come come, come--come to this:-- 38475|"I love you, my dear one; if you would have me love you still, 38475|"Go to and fro,--take and take;--what shall I care if you die?"-- 38475|So she went on--and never did go again to or fro, 38475|Or try to say, "My Dear,--I am coming home again." 38475|Now, my dear children, listen to a prophecy, 38475|The which I now will tell you for a surety, 38475|That you'll know how near can be to the event, 38475|And the danger you are in, to your pleasure and death; 38475|And you will, when it comes, with a better regard, 38475|For the time will come as I foretold you, to-morrow. 38475|But in coming near, if you do nothing but think, 38475|You will come as all mankind were by me spoken, 38475|And there is something in this life of the wise, 38475|That, if you have no other opinion, can set 38475|Your minds at ease.--I may not think that God made thee, 38475|But, when he does, his creatures will, it is to be feared." 38475|And she went on, and did not rest, till she had told 38475|What she was, and may be, a lover of men: 38475|"O children, do not judge yourself by other men's eyes, 38475|But look yourself, and ask of this fair, fruitful earth-- 38475|The sun, the moon,--these little stars that light it, 38475|That tell of things within--or be left to the winds. 38475|"Why shall ye judge them?--you cannot; all things are thine, 38475|For the wise are thy children; but the wise, that know, 38475|Are God's chosen, and will prove, in this dread hour, 38475|That they can rule the world, and make it holy.-- 38475|"The gods, the gods, I must confess, are very bright; 38475|All they can see, is, what you would have them see; 38475|But if 'tis to be the world's good friend, as they contend, 38475|With you I'll make a most unaccountable noise,-- 38475|"They'd be the worst of villains--but, my dear children, 38475|God's mercy unto you, is, doubtless, very great. 38475|Let them rule it, so, and never can I leave them, 38475|But let the world be kept in solemn disorder. 38475|"And I'll swear, all you, my children, will do me slight, 38475|My life of any worth will I wholly take,-- 38475|I will take the gods away, and make them for ever, 38475|For they have not been so long of their sweet service, 38475|That they have not been so wrong'd and they unrighted. 38475|"O, come to heaven, my dear children, and not suffer, 38475|But come to godliness--and learn to love and serve,-- 38475|Come, and be true, and true souls, and faithful lovers, 38475|And live like men and love and live like men!" 38475|So she spake, and they came to their first conclusion, 38475|The end and the settlement of her present grief; 38475|And they brought the letters--which were such a tale, 38475|The heart that was good to think on, how could be so bad! 38475|So she told her troubles to ======================================== SAMPLE 11220 ======================================== 8785|To come, and stand as judge at the combat, 8785|The reins in hand, and the hand in awe behind, 8785|Both champion and warder: so with both thine 8785|I act. Of Rocchio such a name I bear, 8785|That with his brother's name I call him also. 8785|He in the senate of men shall have that glory, 8785|Which is from Bacchus to itself a bliss." 8785|SO were mine eyes in following his turn'd askance, 8785|While he recount'd what had pansied of late, 8785|The various arts of women; what he else 8785|Had been, suspend here, nor refer it to recollection. 8785|But clearness of speech to those on earth arriv'd, 8785|Through wonder I call'd for his phrase; and one 8785|Look'd down, and spake: "O Brother!" then other eyes 8785|Look'd up, and intermingled view'd questionably. 8785|He calling on the name of martyr saw, 8785|Through miracle of vision, the fair skin 8785| of Beatrice; and her visage mark'd 8785|By marks of weeping, such as might be read 8785|'Twixt Lucca and Tiberius in the cut 8785|Of one transition. "SPIRITUS, or th' 'Scaphae' rock," 8785|Began he, "or the Stygian river, them ask, 8785|Which never frosts have dried; or thou, O heav'n! 8785|Which givest room their 'Aion' for the sweep 8785|Of, when the chiding winds do shake the leaves 8785|From off thy cutimen call'd 'Scythe': learn'd so 8785|By experience, how best to act my words, 8785|Upheav'd by faith. Know, had my words at first 8785|Not been too solicitous to please thee, 8785|Less importune had been thy patience chid; 8785|Since, by one voice, we are voutsifly mix'd 8785|T' instruct the living, and the dead call forth 8785|To instruct the living. Whence know we toil, 8785|That labouring brains should vie with wailing feet? 8785|He in his errand knows how labouring brains 8785|Conjure the vision, and the faithful hearts 8785|Join to their impress. Wherefore he who prays 8785|In vain implores thy mercies, once again 8785|Renew ye, O Pilate, that in his need 8785|He may renew them. And for my part, 8785|Meantime, to Heav'n and to our own misery 8785|Help him; and let the Judge who on the 'Brunck' 8785|Left so white a nail, help him to purge off 8785|The black stream from his church, that only whiten 8785|The cross remaining ever on the cross. 8785|For converse many come, and some that join 8785|With us are with us, and some perchance across 8785|Scattered here and there. E'en now the throng, 8785|That to the foss below came never across, 8785|Now cluster as they would an altar blaze, 8785|And each his little band pursue the Chief, 8785|So thick, that all the space was roof alike 8785|(Save that some fortress might be built there below), 8785|And, quartling there, still trample on the soil. 8785|Thereat great Anger out of his chamber rose, 8785|(A vapour obscure beneath lasting vehemence) 8785|And thus to Sordello curse'd the intrepid knight. 8785|Forth from his tent repass'd Sordello, and drew 8785|Near to the chief: "Whence hither come (his words 8785|Thus pausing, questioned) this numerous train, 8785|Aside of themselves, and listen'd to the speech 8785|Imparted to me by some companion dear?" 8785|To whom the melancholy Sordello, groan 8785|Thus rous'd: "They look not whe'r cold and fire 8785|Bestow divine forbearance, but are bush'd 8785|By storm and ======================================== SAMPLE 11230 ======================================== 8187|With the same smile you'd see on Mam'! 8187|Yes, yes, you may see that look, 8187|That smile for us! 8187|All the same when, at length, you're safe in bed, 8187|And snug in your barrack-cell, and free to roam, 8187|You may tell Mam' and her papa, 8187|(Whose first thought's a hansom on the road, 8187|And who, if they hear more than horn-- 8187|Shall find the road a doddern road!) 8187|How the lads at home are growing dull-- 8187|How we've bought a dozen pairs of boots, 8187|To cross the sea to England when we're twenty; 8187|How we've got about and proved the case; 8187|And how we'll cross the sea, in spite of weather, 8187|And start again at once when we're forty! 8187|Yes, you may tell Mam' and her papa, 8187|How soon we must be hanged upon this island shore, 8187|And think how we'd blush, if the story weren't 8187|So pretty as the news that a few gin years back 8187|We passed thro' their garden thro' a golden spoon-- 8187|How we'd laugh to see how green it was, too! 8187|But tell them, too, how much of a turn-up is 8187|For young lasses, in their choice o' the good old wives, 8187|Who now, like babies, put off their livery, 8187|And wear gala dresses, rather to exclude 8187|The flattering eye of Mr. Mr. Mr. 8187|And now that we are not married, at any rent, 8187|And that you and Mam' and the parson, 8187|Are safe in their barrack-well, let us say it's 8187|We'll be going to St. Bartholomew, 8187|By sea to Bordeaux, and back, by sea. 8187|We'll stop where St. Bartholomew is, by sea to Bordeaux, 8187|And start where St. Bartholomew is, at least two hours before it. 8187|"And what's the good of asking and holding, 8187|"Here's a good iron heart and a merry will, 8187|"It's something like praying that's a thing which boys 8187|"Should be doing every day if they but go to school. 8187|"You shall see a young maiden with the face 8187|"Of a lady in her golden pomp and power; 8187|"You shall see a young maiden with a face 8187|"Maud-lin's bosom, and Ruth Brown's face with the eye 8187|"Of a maiden, in her pride and her beauty's pride; 8187|"You shall see a young maiden with--you guessed it--the eyes 8187|"Of a lady, though she's none of those things." 8187|And while the priest and his companions were listening 8187|In hushed procession, we heard a long whistle 8187|From the sea, that in the clouds broke forth like flame; 8187|And up jumped, as if by magic, a youth, 8187|And the whistle stopped as it stopped before. 8187|When he went a-boatin' along, 8187|In the land where love and life were dear, 8187|In an ould boat the youth was sailing 8187|In the sun, the freshening wind, and the night-- 8187|When he went a-boatin' along. 8187|He left the shore of his native land, 8187|Where he loved and his heart's desire, 8187|To chase what the sea had to teach,-- 8187|The joys of a merry and lovely life. 8187|For there was nothing on earth like love, 8187|And the earth was all beneath his feet, 8187|And beneath his feet the waves were wild 8187|And the light that was life, o'er all, was flown. 8187|He left his native land, to gain the sea, 8187|Where its mists o'er his head were spread, 8187|In the land where he loved and his heart's desire; 8187|And the day was all o'er, when the waves were parted ======================================== SAMPLE 11240 ======================================== 615|As if she had found some fault of her own 615|Of which she might be holden as the worse. 615|-- So that her mother to her heart was seen 615|More than she was to her father here, 615|(As well she deemed it,) who, who, who was she, 615|Who was the lady by her suit arrayed, 615|Who, in the world's eyes, no more to be her friend. 615|At last she found the one good friend she sought 615|Had died already and without an heir; 615|Nor longer would her brother in her sight, 615|Whom late she deemed her sister-in-law and heir. 615|The young bride's brother was the only one 615|Of all the nine who were away at war: 615|But he and his bride, for his sake's sake dear, 615|Still loved the lady; and (as if they stung 615|With more than common hatred, as they read) 615|The three remaining, as they thought, had slept, 615|Sought for her fortune. Thus, for their dear sake, 615|She from a lover parted, far and nigh. 615|A thousand faults (so many 'mongst the rest) 615|Of virtue had been told to their delight; 615|And yet, for the lady's sake, they would 615|Have spared some few of them such painful proof, 615|Had they enjoyed more time to contemplate 615|Their cause of sorrow; in that the good in sight 615|Of her unhappy brother had been there, 615|And the great pity they did her command. 615|'Tis true (how can it) he loved this same 615|Of whom the tales have told what faults were wrought: 615|-- If this be true, 'twould well be written clear. 615|The third, that, having long toiled in the west, 615|Hath been a shepherd that loves to browse, 615|Is of a high estate, rich and high-born, 615|And of an ample lineage; and is said 615|To be a peer by all who know his name; 615|And that, without shame, he seeks another place 615|To live, for he is peer in the great hall; 615|That he has done as well the same which done 615|A thousand times, to make a noble claim. 615|But that his fortune is so little good 615|That he can no success with him provide, 615|That, in the other's course, that loved one lies, 615|Not through his fault, but for his wantonness. 615|And that, at last, he may abandon his ire, 615|He was persuaded with such good persuasion, 615|That he could with much ease refuse his good 615|To one that loves him not, though but the peer 615|Than he does for himself. So that did make 615|The lady's heart, that it would not brook attack 615|Which he of love might feel, her heart to break. 615|But she, that with that man has evermore 615|Seen him, now in one word would she say more, 615|And prove her love in him by things and years, 615|That all that she has said is untrue; while still 615|The aged father (she that once was free 615|From this the false) would not with her contend, 615|And by the king was in some sort undone. 615|I say so would, that, in her bitter pain, 615|She would have given up, ere so late, her breath; 615|And would have died, ere long, a gentle maid; 615|Had she but heard the truth concerning him 615|(If truth be here) whom, with his wife, he sent 615|As a long-lost son to her his sister. 615|(It were the very truth) that thus she woe, 615|Might so have made her live; for that he came 615|With her fair daughter, and that she, for shame, 615|Not for his glory, but in love, was nigh, 615|Him in his bed would bury, having slain, 615|Whence he by treachery concealed himself; 615|And for a night had her that he had died, 615|But that a gentle wight was she, and nigh; 615|And so her father's love, and this and this 615|Her mother's too, were of her heart's delight. ======================================== SAMPLE 11250 ======================================== 29700|In beauty, or in power, or fame, 29700|She came; though far she came--but not 29700|With empty promise--and I knew 29700|The sweetest thing, that ever was born, 29700|In the sweet air, of her, or me. 29700|When the sun's last beams are gone, 29700|And the shadows gather round, 29700|The first birds sing at the end of day; 29700|When the clouds begin to darkle, 29700|And the air its first summer airs is wafted, 29700|The sweetest is that which comes, on the coldest night, 29700|From the dark bowers of heaven far in the northern skies. 29700|The world is like a garment woven for the soul 29700|Of a great kingdom; so are the peoples one 29700|Through whom the fabric is spread. They are one in heart, 29700|To the heart of each is a hand, in this 29700|Mysterious, immortal, eternal scene. 29700|I stand, when day is done, 29700|By a high, dark, wooded hill 29700|On the edge of the northern light, 29700|And watch the snow-flakes fly 29700|Through the deepening darkness there, 29700|As they have done in other years, 29700|A fleet and sombre squadron, each in vane. 29700|The sky is gray above them all; 29700|In yellow and black and grey 29700|The northern lights shed their splendors forth. 29700|In the greenwoods the lark is heard; 29700|The swallow 29700|Is busy with her caws; 29700|The blackbird, on branch and spray, 29700|Is tinkling tunes at brightening morn. 29700|In many lands, on many a shore, 29700|With their white vessels, 29700|The children of Morning 29700|On the trail of flowers and fruits 29700|From vale to lake, and glen to hill, 29700|Have passed so beautiful in their train, 29700|That ever since Earth is a-green 29700|I long to climb the mountain side 29700|And gaze upon the morning dew, 29700|And mark the shadow that dyes 29700|The woods with red. 29700|The white clouds, in mazy motion, 29700|With the snowy topsails rounding, 29700|Are gone by, 29700|And the sun, like one gone mad, 29700|Is gone. 29700|Away, away, the merry children! 29700|They leave their bright homes in the north, and drift 29700|In a gray whirl of clouds; but they turn 29700|Their hearts to a better thing, and stay 29700|To watch the clouds roll by. Thus the west 29700|Is brighter, and the earth more glad with peace; 29700|And thus, with music and with dance, 29700|Our merry little ones pass by. 29700|No more the earth is smiling or uplifting, 29700|As in that season of Spring, 29700|And Spring is now the only season where 29700|The heart may feel for the heart. 29700|The cold, cold winter hath departed, 29700|And summer hath come in with her crown. 29700|The sun has gone down; and now the birds 29700|Dance in a drowsier trance, and droop 29700|Their heads with life and vigor dead. 29700|Yet, hark! there's music in the air; 29700|For all the birds and flowers are gay. 29700|With laughter, the robins say, "Good-night!" 29700|To their dim ghosts around them borne, 29700|And calling, in a joyous note, 29700|Forget the cold and wintry ground. 29700|But, hear'st thou well what nature says, 29700|And dream by day, as they did feel, 29700|The sweetest, happiest years of life, 29700|And counterest their last, the best? 29700|Who then of mortal things can say 29700|If the earth is barren o'er, or bright 29700|And merry and full of fair things wrought. 29700|Ah no! with those fair things do we cheer; 29700|We too can ======================================== SAMPLE 11260 ======================================== 1304|Sings a little while. 1304|Now at last I am up to my knees, 1304|Myself, and all those fair things, 1304|The dearer those I see around me, 1304|For you and me: 1304|And the stars which come about our place, 1304|The wind, the birds, the earth all know; 1304|Yet our song is all for you and me, 1304|The good-bye, dear one, good-bye! 1304|O you want no pity! 1304|'Twas to think of our miseries 1304|All our own: 1304|'Twas to feel the hard, sharp things 1304|Which some men have. 1304|O you want no compassion! 1304|'Twas to feel your soul in me 1304|Laugh as I cry: 1304|And my tears, your tears, 'twas my pain, 1304|The bad, the bad! 1304|And now that I'm dead I'll not beg 1304|Your pity or your pity, 1304|O wanton, wanton, 1304|Passionate, passionate-- 1304|My love for you and you 1304|And me and you. 1304|O thou wilt not relent! 1304|I've tried you to the soul-edge, 1304|I've tried you to the stone-- 1304|I'll not do so e'en. 1304|I have tried you to the gall, 1304|I have tried you with a wound, 1304|But, poor thing! 'tis vain: 1304|I am slain with a wrong-wrought outrage-- 1304|'Twill not avail. 1304|At a mere penny a week 'twill cost-- 1304|Wretch! but then, 1304|I'll give her but a clump of pence a day. 1304|O you want no pity! 1304|'Twas a man's, and 'twas a GOD'S, 1304|'Twas a woman's, and 'twas MY WOMAN'S. 1304|But if, my fair young thing, you should come 1304|And touch me with your golden hair, 1304|Or kiss me o'er and o'er, fair sir, 1304|O you would not relent! 1304|Come with that lip of silvery shine, 1304|And with that dimple of vermeil tone, 1304|And with the lass of MY WOMAN'S smile, 1304|And you shall have the world with you. 1304|Why, my dearest love, why do you press 1304|My lips with silver and with gold? 1304|Why do you press me with your hair? 1304|Thou never shalt have mine, nor I with thine. 1304|Come, my love, come and be all the while 1304|The sweet child of the God of love; 1304|And I will smile thy love of thee-- 1304|Ah, I will laugh and sing to thee 1304|In my own happy garden-close. 1304|I am a widow, I am widowed, 1304|For my Love hath o'erwhelm'd my joy: 1304|So that I must needs weep, and wake, 1304|And must see the world lie dead in night, 1304|And must see my life the spoil of Death, 1304|Till I am quite wan ere I die. 1304|O let me in, O let me in, 1304|Till that day come that I make amends, 1304|Till that day come that I make amends; 1304|And I'll bury my Love afar, 1304|And I will weep and wake and must see the world lie dead in night 1304|And must see the world lie dead in night, 1304|Till I am quite wan ere I die. 1304|To-day my Love hath o'er me flown, 1304|O let me in, and soon I'll make amends; 1304|To-day my Love hath o'er me fled 1304|That I may make amends. 1304|And I will gather the flowers of May, 1304|And I will bring them all unto thy house, 1304|And I will ======================================== SAMPLE 11270 ======================================== 30235|For what the world now makes for thee. 30235|All that the world or kings shall make 30235|Shall from thy death be free: 30235|There is not one of Time's diurnal dreams 30235|Shall grow so glad as I. 30235|Thou that with thy celestial vision 30235|From the beginning sawest right, 30235|What time I am thy being's guide 30235|In Death's noblest pageant sung; 30235|Thou that with immortal vision 30235|Wasst the first in vision shown: 30235|And if with mortal wisdom I 30235|Have ever learnt to bow, 30235|It is because thy spirit breathed 30235|In mortal wisdom such. 30235|I have not learned to bow 30235|But in obedience there 30235|My nature kept her wise old way, 30235|Though all the world were mute. 30235|And yet I bow, though in despair 30235|My soul has sometimes fled; 30235|For though the world's great heart may lay 30235|The world's great soul in the dust, 30235|Though all be drowned and drowned in it, 30235|The soul is here. 30235|And though no human heart can tell, 30235|Nor man's, nor womankind's mind, 30235|How far my nature sojourners be 30235|From men, yet I know well 30235|That God in nature hath his home, 30235|Not in earth, not in heaven, 30235|But with us here, on this cold earth, 30235|Whom all His love shall move. 30235|I am thine own voice; and thereon lies 30235|The holy bond wherein thou & I 30235|Are one; and I could wish thee naught else, 30235|Save to abide with me, 30235|Nor change thy gentle accents for shrill winds 30235|That are not from my country's shore; 30235|And though our accents never match, yet I 30235|Am fit to teach the Spirit of thee 30235|How far my own native land doth lie, 30235|And with my voice thou teach'st me. 30235|There 's a song of gladness, and of a heart; 30235|Sing it with tenderness and with grace; 30235|Sing it in accents sweet as the south wind's breath, 30235|Sing it in tones as soft as the morning dew; 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|So sweet that all shall listen and repeat. 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|Sing it with tenderness and grace; 30235|Sing it in accents sweet as the south wind's breath 30235|Sing it in tones as mild as the first ray; 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|So sweet that all shall listen and repeat. 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|Sing it with grace; for it is the voice of God; 30235|Sing it in sounds as mild as the first ray; 30235|Sing it, oh! sing it still and sweet and low, 30235|Sweet as a lullaby sung by a child, 30235|So sweet that all shall listen and repeat. 30235|It 's my love, my love, my dear! 30235|My love, my love, true love, 30235|And never can I tell thee how 30235|My heart hath run up and down. 30235|I have sat by the sunny orchard wall, 30235|And seen the young mangles blush with delight; 30235|I have seen the bluebells droop above the mound, 30235|And the crowns of willows deck the yellow eglantine. 30235|I have heard the robin in the green o' the heath, 30235|Sing me thy song, my sweet love, so sweet and low, 30235|Sing me thy song, my sweet love, so sweet and low; 30235|My bed is waiting, my love, with woollen over, 30235|The red gold shut about like a spider's web; 30235|My weary feet are weary, my heart is sore, 30235|And I would lie down and rest. 30235|I am a weary ======================================== SAMPLE 11280 ======================================== 17393|So the whole show we make 17393|Because you'll see? 17393|How you, of all the people, came 17393|Through all the glory is due, 17393|And not the least of them--I mean 17393|The men who tried, 17393|The men who stayed, 17393|And all the rest! 17393|And not the most who fell, 17393|And not the women all, 17393|Only a few who'd been 17393|For one thing or another-- 17393|That's one thing--and you, 17393|But you were all for one! 17393|You thought of the others too-- 17393|'Twas you who took them in-- 17393|With an eye to the whole-- 17393|For the glory was this, 17393|And not a man for life! 17393|I think I can see your face 17393|In your voice, when we speak! 17393|I think you think of me too-- 17393|(Whose work was done?) 17393|Yet not, as I could speak, 17393|"I love this man"; 17393|And not because I love you so-- 17393|For I am overjoyed to see 17393|That you would care for me! 17393|But some good God has made you like 17393|So much myself; 17393|And some good God, when He made men, 17393|Prepared a nobler hand 17393|For a nobler hand to take. 17393|And the God, who wrought this love, 17393|Had a mighty mind 17393|To see that all the men who came 17393|To work this great great miracle 17393|Should love their betters truly, 17393|For the glory of His name. 17393|I am not proud; I am content 17393|With the best I have got of it, 17393|And no one else's happiness 17393|Can make me any happier. 17393|I do not wish myself to be 17393|The man who made him, God! 17393|Or the man who cannot give up 17393|One trace of his great making-- 17393|A man who, for some great whim, 17393|Hopes to be something great. 17393|So I am content. And I 17393|(And I do mean great things) 17393|Would like to be a man like you, 17393|Too, in a big way. 17393|For I do not hate you--well, 17393|Not as I hate you now; 17393|I'd like to be all that I am, 17393|And never wish myself less 17393|Than what I yet may be. 17393|And you would never, anyhow, 17393|(For I know you well, 17393|And I confess it when I speak) 17393|Blaspheme or call you less true 17393|Or gentle--so I go: 17393|I'd like to be the man, you see, 17393|That you and you have made! 17393|What a life and happiness I'd lead 17393|If we could only have the boy again, 17393|For he has so much in his childish ways! 17393|What a life we'd live if only he came back! 17393|Not a thing could I do but think of you, 17393|Not a touch of earth could keep from growing worse; 17393|For you would always be--and I--and I would say: 17393|"Thank God, that we are together!--and I know 17393|All day what was always hidden, now I see, 17393|And you would always be--and your heart would break, too-- 17393|And I--I would run and call you--and I would cry. 17393|Now where did you come from when you came home-- 17393|Where did you bring the news--what do you remember? 17393|What are you doing all this while?" 17393|And I think: "I was waiting, just--waiting, watching, 17393|When--when I came home--and then--oh that happy day 17393|When you came home to me--and I knew that everything 17393|Would be all right in the world--then--then--you must let me go." 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 11290 ======================================== 1365|Soothed with his music. 1365|And when the sun went down, 1365|And darkness came at last, 1365|The old man passed by me 1365|With his old moustache and beard, 1365|Saying, "Ain't ye long to be 1365|In a dreamy sleep 1365|Sleeping, dreaming, 1365|"Ain't ye long to see the sun 1365|Light up old Isabella's door, 1365|And her old master-piece of wood 1365|Ding a sweet melody; 1365|"And the birds come and call and sing, 1365|And the wild flowers blow, 1365|And I dream that I see you stand 1365|Waiting, houris all!" 1365|One night the priest of Isabella 1365|Came to the door of Isabella's tower, 1365|And standing near her, 1365|He saw her waken from a dream 1365|And her head upon the wall, 1365|And the stars and the wild flowers around her 1365|Flew like flakes of snow. 1365|He knew that the thing that was done 1365|With heart and will and hand was done; 1365|For there had come from the priest of Isabella 1365|Comes from his tower, the priest of Isabella, 1365|The old man with the white beard, 1365|And the black-eyed maid, Isabella, 1365|With her dear young master there. 1365|And at the priest's approach 1365|She turned and looked a space; 1365|But when she saw the priest, 1365|She trembled and trembled with joy; 1365|And the priest spoke somewhat lowly, and said: 1365|"My child, by the rays of the moon 1365|And the stars that are lit 1365|I have brought you a blessed boon: 1365|We part to meet no more; 1365|But if still to stray and roam 1365|You would rather seek the world of men 1365|Where the old god Melifolk stands, 1365|With his two wild wandering stars, 1365|And the brawling seagulls, 1365|On the seas and far away 1365|To the land of the barren palms, 1365|And the tropic islands of the north 1365|There is hope, my child! 1365|You shall be mine. 1365|The night has come, the night has come, 1365|The night of dread and wonder; 1365|The old sea-gull and the new, 1365|The gondolier and dance-hall clown, 1365|Have broken the golden spell 1365|The golden lamp of my desire 1365|Beside the sea. 1365|The night has come, the night has come. 1365|My gondola flits afar 1365|And drifts and rocks in the gray 1365|Uncertain moonlight; 1365|But my star of dreams goes 1365|Shining forth upon the shore 1365|In the shadow of the sky. 1365|A star as still as a heron 1365|Doth shine above us, 1365|Unnoticed as he, 1365|With wings that are white as snow, 1365|And eyes that are blue as glass, 1365|And wings of fire that are red, 1365|Above yon town of Lido, 1365|Amid the sunset. 1365|And I have called thee, serene and holy, 1365|With hands of calm compassion over me. 1365|I made thee with my tears and years to rest, 1365|I gave thee the gray old age I knew, 1365|And I have called thee. 1365|The light which fell like a veil upon thee, 1365|The love which was the shadow of mine heart, 1365|And the sweet quiet which was my voice 1365|All fled with thee into the night, 1365|Far away through the starlit air. 1365|Oh, thou art gone, and thy wings may never waken 1365|The stars yet in the heavens to bless the earth! 1365|And it is late! the sun is dying away 1365|Through the white city, the misty, dark; 1365|The sea is like a ======================================== SAMPLE 11300 ======================================== 37804|_On a Day, when 'twixt the Sun's last Lamp and the Setting of the Sun_ 37804|_All Through the Night, in the Dark, till the Daybreak or Morning_ 37804|_On a Day, when the Starre of the World in the West Dies of the 37804|_On a Day, which was a Day of Seven Hours, and yet was not a 37804|_On a Morning, when the Moon was setting_ 37804|_On a Night of Cold, when the Windke was not Windke_ 37804|_A Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|_On a Day, when a Shadow, or Shadowie, was in the East, and 37804|_On a Morning, when a Light was in the East, and a Shade in the 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|_On a Morning, when a Light was in the East, and a Shade in the 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Shadow was in the East, and the West 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Shadow was in the East, and the West 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Light was in the East, and a 37804|Shade was in the West._ 37804|The Day was gone like a Night departing: but the Evening 37804|Was like a Night and a Day were departing: and still a 37804|Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a Shadow 37804|_I count _them_ who can say they ever saw it_ 37804|_That is, these Three Hundred thousand Men and women_ 37804|_In the Hundredth year of our Reign, in the Hundredth year 37804|of our Reign, that is, our Reign; in the Hundredth year of 37804|our Reign._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the North, and a Night was in the East_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Light was in the East, and a 37804|Shade was in the West._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morning, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the North, and a Night was in the East_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morn, when a Cloud was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the North, and the Moon was in the East,_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Light was in the East, and 37804|Shade was in the West._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-morrow, when a Night was in the East, and the 37804|Day was in the West._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, when the Sun was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the South, and a Wind was in the East,_ 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, and then a Gloom,_ 37804|_For a Moment, while I sung a Gloom,_ 37804|_And the Bird of the Forest flew there._ 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, when the Sun was in the East, and a 37804|Sky stood over the South, and a Wind was in the East 37804|_Was seen as the shadow of the Spirit of the Forest_. 37804|_On a Midsummer-evening, when the Sun was in the East, and the 37804|Gone and came away,_ 37804|_While a Cloud was in the East, and the Bird of the 37804|woods flew there!_ 37804|_And a Sky was in the East, and a Wind was in the East,_ 37804|_And a Tree in the North, and a Tree in the South, and a Tree 37804|in the West,_ 37804|What _are_ those Three Hundred thousand Men and women_ 37804|_In the Hundredth year of our Reign, in the Hundredth 37804|year of our Reign? In the Hundredth year of our Reign, 37804|_In our Reign,_ 37804|_They are the Three Hundred thousand whom the Sun has ======================================== SAMPLE 11310 ======================================== 37452|The golden sun, the rising moon, 37452|The silver twilight. 37452|All that I could do, I did; 37452|And, with the dawn's light shining, 37452|I rose in the blue morning: 37452|I kissed the pale day's face, 37452|"The rose shall clothe the grave." 37452|The sea ran down from shore to shore 37452|Through all its gulfs unheard; 37452|The wind made songs in the trees; 37452|There was no voice at all 37452|Except the sound of the waves. 37452|And, when the dawn came clear, 37452|Came clear from shore to shore. 37452|I held an apple at the door 37452|And knocked, and then I went inside 37452|Because I wanted to see 37452|How the child cried in the cradle: 37452|"The child is dead, my love. 37452|The child is dead, my love, 37452|And buried is the wood." 37452|O the night is long in the east, 37452|And the moon's great white hand is there, 37452|And the sea is like a knife 37452|That is twirling my heart. 37452|What is that strange light in the west? 37452|Must I always stay sleeping? 37452|I am so weary, O weary! 37452|O the wind! I am so weary! 37452|O the sea! I am so weary! 37452|What is that strange light in the west? 37452|Tell me, O tell me, my mother! 37452|O the wind! I am so weary! 37452|O the sea! I am so weary! 37452|What is that strange light in the west? 37452|And what strange light in the east? 37452|I am glad to see that light 37452|Come from the sky, O my mother! 37452|Come from the sky, as pure as light, 37452|Come from above, as high as heaven; 37452|Let me sleep, as I have always done 37452|For some pleasure, when I am weary. 37452|The night is long in the east. 37452|The moon has changed her shade: 37452|We are in the old cottage, 37452|And the children are asleep. 37452|The wind blows west. 37452|And the dawn in the east: 37452|I am glad that it dawns already. 37452|I am glad to see the morning light. 37452|Come out to the country, my children dear! 37452|Come out from the country, out by the wood! 37452|Come out in the sun. 37452|Hush, dearest, the children are asleep. 37452|Hush, dearest, and wake, my dear ones! 37452|Hush and go forth. 37452|The sun is shining 37452|Across the meadows 37452|That grow black with moths. 37452|Down in the meadows; 37452|The wind is singing 37452|A lullaby. 37452|The children are asleep, 37452|And I am walking 37452|Where the brook goes. 37452|There a water-course, 37452|A little water-course, 37452|Is running out to-day. 37452|Through the shade 37452|Of some great oak-trees, 37452|Through the wind-robes, 37452|A light runs down to me. 37452|I can see no light 37452|Because of the leaf, leaf, leaf--leaf-- 37452|Because of the wind-robes. 37452|I see a light run out 37452|To run where the wind is. 37452|But I would have a light. 37452|Hush, dearest, dearest, dearest. I will 37452|Come out to the country, my children dear! 37452|The light goes out of the wind-robes 37452|Because the shadows are there. 37452|The children are asleep. 37452|What must the children do when the sun 37452|Has warmed themselves and their poor mothers 37452|With his warm blood? 37452|And their poor mothers, 37452|Who cannot keep still, 37452|With the water-jug 37452| ======================================== SAMPLE 11320 ======================================== 3160|"Say, what is this?" the sage, for further speech 3160|Recalls the story; "that false maid did fly 3160|To a strange land, from the fair-hair'd swain 3160|(Her sire was far remote) and by force he bore 3160|The infant to his couch, and kept for dower 3160|A golden goblet, and a pair of fair 3160|Rive loom'd as the soft shape of youth and love; 3160|Of all he gave her, he gave her to wear 3160|(Her eyes shew'd them with a dazzling glow;) 3160|Yet, when she reached suitor's arms the maid 3160|The golden goblet sought, and from him took 3160|Her, to his walls returning with the lord, 3160|Whose bed the maids were wont the town to court. 3160|"Now, when, by reason of this, she flies, 3160|A furious man she sees; a hound behold, 3160|Who spits in every wound; and by the side 3160|Of living gore the corpse her limbs embays; 3160|His forehead bears the signs of bleeding red, 3160|Which proof his throat, his face, and breast hath rent. 3160|"But she, still faithful to the injured nymph, 3160|Pays down the hounds' necks for love, the rack to tame, 3160|And, hounds to lop, where she the jav'lin drew, 3160|Wounded, they hang her, like an angry hog. 3160|For now (the dog had died) the maid has slain, 3160|And at once from out her throat flies bleeding gore, 3160|But now she calls the dame, who from afar 3160|Spreads her young arm, and gently tugs him to earth: 3160|His dying eyes she raises, and with sighs 3160|Spreads the young bosom of her fair desire: 3160|"Now, hapless maid! since nought can save thee now, 3160|Save by his life, our loved father dead, 3160|To the bright city to seek us we repair, 3160|Or with the dogs to meet our fate in hell. 3160|The gods of heaven no pity to thee show, 3160|Or in the gods their aid perform thy care. 3160|For when to earth my brother thus return'd, 3160|And I by thee the dogs had made to bleed, 3160|The cruel god who rules athwart the seas 3160|Pursued the stolen prize, and sent him far away, 3160|Where my unhappy people languish in affright! 3160|For thee to chase the dogs I all alone 3160|Forbear my task, and with my hands refuse; 3160|Nor do I hope thy gentle soul, O maid! 3160|Shall plead for mercy with the gods on high. 3160|O then, or I must quit this grief to bear. 3160|With my own spirit I would sacrifice thee, 3160|And with my own high valour save my bride: 3160|And if at least a prince's son we wed, 3160|The rest shall be thy heirs: then thou thy spouse, 3160|And all my friends, shalt then be spouse to thee. 3160|A worthy spouse to thee I well could give 3160|Alive, and thou my husband shouldst be me; 3160|But, though a prince's son thou shalt be loved, 3160|By one man love, not three, can prove thy right." 3160|At this, straight from the bed the maid arose, 3160|Struck with sudden joy, and grieved with fears: 3160|"Alas! alas! what cruel hand hath strangled 3160|Thy darling in his bed? and shall not he 3160|Who loved thee once, thy love now live no more? 3160|Now by thy virtue, and by all mankind's help! 3160|I dare my faithful passion to declare. 3160|Forbear, my wife! thy name, thy fame shall live, 3160|In all the histories of time and land. 3160|Say, is it meet that I should bid farewell, 3160|Forbear to live, and live in wrath to fly?" 3160|Then, thus unkind, aloud she thus replies, 3160 ======================================== SAMPLE 11330 ======================================== 1002|This will I say, for I am well versed 1002|In that old quatrain, where she, who is the 1002|Desirous spirit, says that her own 1002|Desire is for a good end, in the world 1002|To come. So then to-day will I not stay thee; 1002|But if thou stay not, why then straightway will I 1002|Perform my office here, and thou from thence 1002|Go wandering on thy way, a witless wretch!" 1002|In the third circle I found myself, 1002|As in the other two, a shade attached 1002|Unto my Lord; and thus the words he spake 1002|Unto me: "Ay! so counsel me thy deed, 1002|And tell him how thou meetest each desire 1002|Here on this lowest of the three circles. 1002|Say, shalt thou mount on the top of Earth, 1002|Willing to know in what part? and tell him, 1002|If aught from thee hath changed, that I repeat." 1002|Then I: "As at another period of my 1002|Life I live, so unto this state was I 1002|When I was with the living pietos, 1002|Tilled by the hurly whale and copper ore; 1002|But that I gave no account of them 1002|To any of the immortals, they took it ill 1002|With each of them, who deemed that by its kind 1002|It improved, and nourished the members large. 1002|Now I in waxen cells three separate heads have, 1002|And two of them the copper becomes; 1002|The one that on the inside is of lead, 1002|The other that is of mercury. 1002|That one who deeply dug the mine of gold, 1002|And I with him, of the timber knew not, 1002|When we descended into the valleys, 1002|Made us of scaffoldings the body frame. 1002|He joined the skull on top, the brain took place; 1002|And from the heart descended the other halves, 1002|Taking the form of other objurgations. 1002|He broke the heart of this one at the vena caudum, 1002|And from the other at the ventricle; 1002|Then he made them of the other two at the brow; 1002|He quenched the other with a salt tearlet, 1002|And in the flank a third he made inglorious. 1002|Thus he reverse from one another rolled, 1002|Legs and face and in the rear the other half. 1002|When we had passed o'er the unplumb'd ravines, 1002|Meeting the ancient infernal gorge in front, 1002|I was pursuer of another folk 1002|Into a valley of so dark a hue, 1002|That in my thought I said: "These are frighten'd." 1002|They vanish'd, in a moment, through the valleys 1002|So dark, that not with lens or with pen I 1002|How distant are the hills from me I say. 1002|As sometimes in a tank without water 1002|You may note the floating of the bubbles, 1002|If ever racket of horn or psalter be 1002|Near unto it, and at the bottom stop,) 1002|If ever the bark of fish beneath it 1002|Yields there upon the surface any token, 1002|I saw at cast my gaze that circle narrow, 1002|And, to discern more near approach of those 1002|Who was there standing, I made further advance. 1002|Vanni Fucci, of Lavagna, Abbot there, 1002|Was on the verge, who had so loudly prated 1002|Of virtue, fear, and holiness, and said 1002|Such evils freely of himself and of others; 1002|As in my case I have elsewhere shown me. 1002|Carmen Montefeltro then, Ouilius' son, 1002|Adriano, and Enterimbusc a third, 1002|With footsteps slow approach'd to us, accompanied 1002|By Servir and by Nepofi. I saw 1002|Empanio and Conti Fuori also, 1002|Who was advancing tow'rd ======================================== SAMPLE 11340 ======================================== 5186|Hastens backward, sweeps the dust-clouds overhead, 5186|To the sky-gulf, heaven he hastens onward scatters, 5186|Showing the paths he traced for Pohyola's children. 5186|Then the heroes journey through the evening lightness, 5186|Cast their bows upon the reed-beds and water-basins, 5186|Spread a seat for all beneath the burying-clothes, 5186|Baskets for golden dainties, bowls for cooling pitchers. 5186|Long the night, and Pohya's children spend it, 5186|Daily do the hunters spend the evening hours, 5186|Through the day do the fisher build his firesides, 5186|Through the night come forth the swains to labour, 5186|Build the boats and fashion shields and weapons. 5186|Soon the lindens and the peaceful firs are weary, 5186|And the firs and lindens turn to nights for watching. 5186|Soon a beauteous maiden comes to meet them, 5186|And the warriors sing in chorus in her honor; 5186|In the evening she will build a fireside, 5186|In the evening hear the warriors praise her; 5186|Soon departing, led her servant-folk to wandering. 5186|Time had gone but little distance, long they stayed there; 5186|Now, when evening shades had vanished, went weary 5186|To the hills to rest upon the cold earth; 5186|There to refresh themselves the swains and women, 5186|Swarthy-colored baskets to collect dainties, 5186|Tales to sell and comrades for the coming day-commands, 5186|Tales for mates to woo and comrade for departing, 5186|Tale-books filled and meal-things prepared for eating. 5186|These the words of Wainamoinen: "It is well, 5186|That my race is blessed as I see, nor ill, 5186|That those legs are longer than my brothers, 5186|That my teeth are wider than my people, 5186|That my beard is longer than my goose-flesh." 5186|Thus the ancient bard the suitor's suit address'd: 5186|"I will serve thee, minstrel, on the heath-land, 5186|In the woodlands, and the lowlands, bow-bending, 5186|In the borders, and the mountains fishing, 5186|In the lakes, and fens, and past the ooze-plain; 5186|If thou wilt, gladly will I let thee live 5186|On the heath and in the forest haunts sharing 5186|Thy bread-sharing share with thee my golden abundance." 5186|Thus the gay Lemminkainen answered: 5186|"Now I freely will a life-companion share 5186|With thee, dear sir, for bread my golden abundance. 5186|I have heard the ancient bard, Ahti, sing, 5186|Sing a ballad, written in these sheets, 5186|Fill'd with all the most delicious quotes, 5186|Of the days of yore, when thou and I were frolicsome. 5186|Each song has its own delightful features, 5186|All the verses are as flowers at morning, 5186|All the lines are as a fruitful field, 5186|And each word is a fresh fall'n seed-sown." 5186|Wainamoinen, the magician, modestly 5186|Gave assent to his fair friend's request, 5186|Assent to all the things he wished to ask. 5186|Then he wandered, lively and active, 5186|Wandered through many countries and regions, 5186|Settling at the end of Umhoinen's song, 5186|At the border of the ballad's universe. 5186|Now it was early evening, gathering snow 5186|All around, and hard as steel upon earth, 5186|Harden'd hard by the biting North-wind; 5186|And the South-wind was in harmony 5186|With the songs of the magician Madamo; 5186|Sang she a maiden, Hyacinth the maid, 5186|Fairest daughter of the melancholy, 5186|Fairest daughter of the woodlands, voiceful, 5186|Stirs the forest with her tender ======================================== SAMPLE 11350 ======================================== 615|With his full staff, he has the damsel's foot 615|Dropped, and her head upon his shafts has cast: 615|He thrusts her, and the woman to and fro 615|Swoons like a leaf upon the grass: her eyes 615|Have lost their lustre, and from the stem they droop. 615|All pale and speechless is that pallid dame, 615|Save where the flowing of her limber hair 615|Gleams like a star, or where her breathing is 615|Vibrant in full mirror of a stream. 615|Nor is it long, ere she is, to stretch her head 615|O'er him that has in his arms her fallen: 615|Who still his lance unfastened has unsound, 615|So that the lady dies, and leaves no heir. 615|So dies Marphisa, and so can her son. 615|And they (who will but see the lady's face!) 615|Do the two damsels' souls in darkness drown. 615|They both, they all, the two dear companions, 615|Who loved them, with the damsels' blood are strown, 615|And so perish, and by such a dame 615|Wrought a glorious loss, that evermore 615|The faithful souls are sought by angels' hand, 615|Who all the virtues and the faults confess. 615|In the same night they both have perished there, 615|A gentle lady, and a lady fair; 615|And from that hour to that they both had died, 615|One in the grave, the other in a grave. 615|In the same night that they were doomed to woe, 615|Nor one more living nor one less alive, 615|Both, while they live, do homage unto thee, 615|-- As those who in the sight of heaven stand near-- 615|O Marphisa! fair Marphisa of France! 615|By what can be, in what can compare 615|With what in truth did you and me endure? 615|And what so great in all respect appear, 615|As might the fair Marphisa to my thought: 615|So that I might the fairest ever be, 615|Or none ever yet that I knew of were. 615|In this while, which I to you in short, 615|Have told in briefest form I should conceive; 615|I pray I lastly by the verse am bound, 615|-- To make thy names remembered by mine. 615|To tell of her would be to say too much; 615|For so I cannot, that 'twould invade 615|The sacred shrine I honour, where I lay 615|As one who of such virtue has no care, 615|And would to every thing, save Heaven, be done. 615|I say not how through many an eventful mine, 615|Our hearts of happiness we oft have stirred, 615|Through various ways through hope and fear and thought, 615|The love of good is rooted, that to good. 615|To hear it well, some it may seem may stir 615|The holy altar whence we all resort, 615|As she, who, if that love she feel, was kind; 615|But him and every one of such esteem, 615|That he whom she has loved with such esteem 615|Was sure to die; who, from great honor sown, 615|Of gentle life her precious fruit will sown; 615|And that as yet the tale I never told; 615|I hope she, who from death's event foresees, 615|Has left such knowledge still, so will that she 615|To him -- as heretics, -- will impart 615|Her love, as, with the rest, her knowledge falls. 615|To her that lady I my name do cry: 615|Who here my life has served; and evermore, 615|As such as she -- whom I have ever been 615|In spirit and in deeds -- she, in my turn, 615|Seems to her true and lawful lord to be. 615|Nor only her we hear and see; we are 615|Brought to a place and time, where other speech 615|Was never made, or ever shall be had; -- 615|And we have reason there to wonder where, 615|Or by what power that other day was done. 615|But that I will not rehearse is her intent; 615|Who was so pleased to see her loved one stand, 615|That as ======================================== SAMPLE 11360 ======================================== 30391|The moon is the bride of the sea, 30391|He shall never find out 30391|The way to his bliss: 30391|For the tides of the sea of life have no part 30391|In the sea of the dead. 30391|The moon is a lady of purple and pearl, 30391|And a queen of the moon, 30391|Whose face is a lily that is white with fear; 30391|Yet is the world and its woes 30391|Still on her breast. 30391|A ghost! a ghost! and a ghost in the gloom! 30391|The eyes of the ocean! 30391|A ghost! a ghost! and a ghost in the gloom! 30391|The land is the mistress of the years, 30391|She doth govern alone; 30391|She is cruel if she will be, 30391|And her heart is her grave. 30391|She doth reign in her realm alone, 30391|A monarch of death and hell; 30391|Yet is her realm a hell of blissful heat, 30391|Where the sea and the sea-gulls call 30391|To the world of the dead. 30391|A ghost! a ghost! and a ghost in the gloom! 30391|The sky is a lady of purple and pearl, 30391|Her lips are red with hell's breath, 30391|Her locks are as fleecy clouds that float 30391|O'er the sea of the blest. 30391|The sky! the sky! and the sky in the gloom 30391|Is a bride of hell and fear, 30391|A bride of the sea-gulls that haunt the moon's bed 30391|With the call of their shrieks. 30391|The sky! the sky! and the sky in the gloom! 30391|Is a queen of hell and fear! 30391|When the sea is silent and the skies are red, 30391|When the mists recede unto a golding shroud 30391|The moon is the queen of the skies, 30391|She holds the world in her hands! 30391|The mists! the clouds! the moon! and her shroud! 30391|But the dead that have loved shall feel the dead's need, 30391|For there is neither hell nor heaven to save, 30391|There is neither heaven nor hell! 30391|I shall rise and travel with the sun, 30391|I shall rise with him, my lord, 30391|For this I trust my feet shall never fail 30391|Till I meet him in the world! 30391|I shall rise upon the world I love, 30391|And I shall dance with the world! 30391|He shall hold my forehead from the grass, 30391|And my heart from the stone! 30391|I shall gaze and gaze in love's deep eyes, 30391|To find my soul, that I adore. 30391|And oh, I swear I shall not fear, 30391|Tho' the day of my wrongs be near! 30391|I shall rise and dance with the sun, 30391|And I shall dance with him, my lord, 30391|For this I trust my feet shall never fail 30391|Till I meet him in the world! 30391|I will rise and dance with the sun, 30391|I will rise with him, my lord, 30391|And I will look on the wild west skies, 30391|And gaze upon my soul! 30391|He shall lean in faith on a breast unfed, 30391|And kiss my mouth in dreams, 30391|And hold me to his heart, and bind 30391|My soul to his, as a thing. 30391|I shall rise with my sun on the world 30391|With him, my lord, to the skies! 30391|For he holds my forehead from the grass, 30391|And my heart from the stone! 30391|A lily hath lips a-spreading soft 30391|And in the golden light that glows, 30391|The rose is a rose under the moon. 30391|The sun is a sunbeam within a flame, 30391|Where love lies dead within a man's heart, 30391|A rose lives, and loves and fades with the sun, 30391|A lily grows and lingers with love. 30391|The moon is a lily where the ======================================== SAMPLE 11370 ======================================== 11351|"It's just the water in the water," she would say, 11351|But now and then a whisper would start to cry; 11351|And all the old farm life came back again, 11351|And the old farm dear to every soul. 11351|"And then we're off," she'd say; "we're off, you see, 11351|For we have to feed the cows on high, 11351|The cows that never want to eat, you know, 11351|And the birds that sing so loud and gay. 11351|So, when it's time for dinner we have to go 11351|We'll just leave them all to chew and chew, 11351|And then we'll leave the rest for you to do; 11351|For they say it's always best to eat." 11351|With their mouths full they'd laugh if she would say 11351|They had not had a splendid time, 11351|But oh, the days like these were the days of yore 11351|And the farmer in summerwear. 11351|Oh, I would live in the past and I would not die, 11351|As that old maid was so fond of me; 11351|But as she was so fond of me I know in my heart 11351|The dream of the long away. 11351|A dream of a long, long-ago, when we were young and happy, 11351|And all the old farm-life we missed. 11351|A dream of the long-ago, when her eyes were brown and tender; 11351|When we went plucking blooms together, 11351|And never a word of warning or rebuke or censure 11351|From her so wise and so kind. 11351|A dream of a long, long-ago, in the days when my heart was free 11351|From its ties of sorrow or bondage, 11351|As it fluttered the wood-ridged road on which we passed in our haste. 11351|But as we went in our haste, we reached the home to which we came, 11351|And the old mother's sighs died away, 11351|And the sweet woman vanished from view. 11351|And so, in the days when I am old and the past is near, 11351|I will remember and cherish her smile now and then, to bid me say, 11351|"When you grow up to be a man, remember my daughter fair, 11351|"When you grow up to be a man, remember old Mary-Ann here, 11351|And put away a dream of the dead to-day." 11351|She stood beside her little window-seat, 11351|Her head on pillow, her chin upon her hand 11351|Beneath her window-seat. 11351|"Oh, see the moon on the water-height, 11351|Oh, see the moon grow white at the moonlight tide! 11351|It is her father sits there at night like a king, 11351|Sitting in his castle bright as gold! 11351|"And yet I know he will go to the war," said that little maid, 11351|"My father says he can't. I think he will wait and see 11351|While I lie beside my window-seat in bed, 11351|With her little body thrown away and dead, 11351|"But he'll be in the camp when the moon shall come up, 11351|And he will wait beside me in the war, 11351|With her little body thrown away and dead. 11351|Oh! look upon this little beggar maiden, 11351|Bare her form and arms beneath her head, 11351|Bare her cheek, bare her lovely form, 11351|And ah! I have said it before and I say it now, 11351|"For her father, when comes the dark, shall save her, 11351|He'll go out from his castle into the field, 11351|And shall find her father's window chair." 11351|Oh! I never saw a fairer of you, 11351|So young and sweet and stately grown, 11351|But now, to you and me, as I watch you move, 11351|I can't help but think you are a queen. 11351|Her mother had a fondness for a cup, 11351|But to this day no mother has seen one, 11351|As many a plate of cake might tell, 11351|But that ======================================== SAMPLE 11380 ======================================== 19221|And all the stars that in heaven are, 19221|As the moon, the sun, and all the stars 19221|Are, like my lady, still in view; 19221|But the stars are all too bright 19221|To let my love her light play round: 19221|So I shut my eyes to keep 19221|From seeing what I saw before. 19221|At last the twilight seemed to come 19221|And blur the dim and troubled light: 19221|The trees, that seemed all at a game, 19221|To shade the dim moon did advance-- 19221|At sight of which poor Dot did grieve, 19221|And turn'd away his eyes from bed, 19221|And waked as if death lay right 19221|Within a second--for he knew 19221|That he had waked too soon; so he 19221|Close up to Mrs. Raven sat; 19221|And, as he sat, his soft soft voice 19221|Did scatter petals on the floor 19221|As though it had been marble white; 19221|'Twas so at least, because none knew 19221|When he first came with quiet face 19221|And lifted hands to heaven apart, 19221|What seemed that silver battle made 19221|His soul a-quiver upon. 19221|His gentle lady's eyes did meet 19221|His looks as tranquil and as meek 19221|As if she did some gentle task 19221|For quiet her sad husband's weal. 19221|And as they did, I fancy walked 19221|With them, and saw their gentle thoughts 19221|Move to a far-off happy life 19221|Unsatisfied with earth's small good. 19221|And I did think, this Raven as white 19221|With love as Dot's was to be; 19221|And I do think so; but my thoughts 19221|Were shut in by their silent friend. 19221|'How did you come to meet me then? 19221|For I was very ill at ease 19221|When I came by Charles's side to-day.' 19221|'O yes; and that's very true, indeed; 19221|But let me tell you, dear, about 19221|That hour, and then remembered me. 19221|We were on business together, 19221|Of which it cannot be forgot; 19221|I did but see him when I passed; 19221|I know not if it was my mind 19221|Or his soft look that glanced at me, 19221|Only that, by the window there-- 19221|I saw my love before my face-- 19221|He had such majesty in his eyes 19221|I thought he held a crystal ball 19221|In which glazed his heart of hearts:-- 19221|And I could see them moving both, 19221|Like sun-beam and reflection there 19221|When the hot sun was not too near, 19221|Or a damp mist or something like that 19221|Dipt into a dewy sky. 19221|And this I thought was Dot, as fast 19221|As I could picture him or know; 19221|But, when my pretty Dot did speak 19221|I was afraid his tongue he'd spout: 19221|And so I looked again, and saw 19221|His brow was very unamazed 19221|When I saw his eyes were up and shut, 19221|But when I tried to say a word 19221|He only wagged his little head 19221|And spoke the simple words he spoke, 19221|Like a boy, I fancy. 19221|"And I have ridden with you three miles, 19221|"And know the country well enough; 19221|"But never have I called at the door 19221|"Until this very moment. 19221|"I'm still at home, and Aunt Ruth's at work 19221|"Beside the stove, while Mother sits 19221|"In her book all night, and Sister Ann 19221|"Takes in her arm the dripping clothes, 19221|"And Papa makes holiday 19221|"Merry when the frost is on the moors, 19221|"And when the wind blows loud. 19221|"And I am not to blame, I think, 19221|"Though I'm too near to make a noise. ======================================== SAMPLE 11390 ======================================== 28591|I'll love the Lord as well as thee. 28591|I will not seek His company 28591|While we wander on the way; 28591|I love the Lord and will abide 28591|When his hands are near my feet. 28591|I'll seek his company, whene'er 28591|I may, or may not see, 28591|In his love alone contentment, 28591|Or in his pity's tears. 28591|Then the spirit of meekness, 28591|In the spirit of meekness, 28591|Singing the blessing's praise, 28591|Singing the blessing's praise, 28591|Singing the blessing's praise. 28591|I was always a little child; 28591|That I often forgot; 28591|Now, though I am a little man, 28591|And walk all through the day, 28591|I have some thoughts that used to be, 28591|Like all little children's. 28591|But, sometimes, I think they're not so, 28591|Yet, in my dreams, they come; 28591|So, in this world, I have my hope 28591|That, in a little while, 28591|I may be all the world I could 28591|In an earnest way. 28591|God works in Time 28591|And not in instant Flow-- 28591|In brief, or hour, or day, 28591|And not for us alone. 28591|He can make or mar it all, 28591|Whatever it be, 28591|And whatsoe'er it be, 28591|He counts the seconds well 28591|Unto eternity. 28591|In long or short succession 28591|His holy purpose runs, 28591|For our thoughts, our deeds, and all, 28591|Are things ordained of him. 28591|When to His wonder blind we start, 28591|And all our eyes are filled 28591|With tears, God's purposes seem small, 28591|And yet to those we live He keeps. 28591|So we will not be afraid 28591|Of Fate, or Fate's deceit; 28591|Sons of Eternity are we, 28591|Who, in His great despite, 28591|Will be the sons of God, in spite 28591|Of all our own in time. 28591|So when Death's dark and fearful night 28591|About us gathers fast, 28591|We'll not shrink so from his triumph 28591|That we forget it, ere its light. 28591|The world's a child 28591|Who plays around him with his pranks; 28591|God takes no notice when he plays. 28591|Yet He cares much more 28591|Of what his children do 28591|Than they of their play; 28591|He's a God, who, all His care, 28591|Plants in our souls deep roots; 28591|He feeds us with good things not bad, 28591|We feel our hearts and minds grow brave 28591|In his good counsels of good cheer. 28591|Lord, I shall not be old, 28591|Nor yet old come to thee; 28591|But as I'm now far too young, 28591|Let me be told thy will. 28591|Make no change that's not right, 28591|But use me as thou art, 28591|Being true to one's eternal friend, 28591|Love me as thou wouldst live. 28591|A thing I call an "unfaithful wife," 28591|Who, by all means, 28591|Must fight to save her husband's soul 28591|From the wild waters of hell, 28591|But when she learns that she is untrue, 28591|And that her "faithless heart" is sore 28591|From the "irreconcilable sin," 28591|Then down sinks her uphearted soul, 28591|In the fiery flood of light above, 28591|Where no one can be found 28591|To question, or to blame; 28591|But in love's sweet calm 28591|For one cannot stand in doubt or dread, 28591|All are united there 28591|In one sweet calm, in which love's self 28591|Is the single soul. 28591|Unfaith is not to be taught, 28591 ======================================== SAMPLE 11400 ======================================== 24894|A lisping breath came sweet and thin; 24894|From that white moon-beam shone a smile 24894|To tell that _there_ an Angel slept; 24894|She said, "The moon has flickered out, 24894|And I was sleeping in thy ray." 24894|"Sleep!" said the Moon, "and see it well; 24894|Not like thine own light is my ray: 24894|'Tis drawn from some divine Source, 24894|Through the Immutable Universe. 24894|"It is not from the moon, I wot, 24894|That it shines so fair a ray. 24894|That shining cloud upon the height, 24894|Is its own light as clear and bright. 24894|It is not made through other skies, 24894|To which our eyes are not adjusted; 24894|But out of that bright, sunny clime, 24894|In which the angels sing their ditty; 24894|And we in sleep, are drawn to gaze 24894|Upon that radiant cloud for hours, 24894|And dream our dreams within it; 24894|'Tis like the holy "Wake and Rave" 24894|The angels chant to wake the nations. 24894|"It is not made from other clouds, 24894|But from the golden day, and night; 24894|It is not made and fashioned so, 24894|By the soft, sweet moon, that sinks and lights it; 24894|It is not the pale, cloud-encircled star, 24894|But it is there,--its own dark sister. 24894|"And this is all true light;--it is 24894|The purer, brighter, purer ray." 24894|The gentle Moon went a-spinning 24894|Her soft, white, spandex cocoon; 24894|And all the bright stars looked at her: 24894|The stars looked down on _her_! 24894|And she looked down on them all, 24894|As softly as a spinning top; 24894|And every one, before they knew, 24894|Made very sure, said "Coo!" 24894|For the stars knew _her_ eyes were blue, 24894|And every one, "Coo!" said, "Coo!" 24894|Till the blue was o'er, and red, 24894|And they all knew 'twas the "Coo!" that sang. 24894|For the stars knew _her_ eyes were blue, 24894|And every one, "Coo!" said, "Coo!" 24894|Till the stars knew _her_ feet were blue, 24894|And every one said "Coo!" said, "Coo!" 24894|Till the red, and blue, and green, 24894|And every one knew 'twas the Coo. 24894|"The Sun, the Sun! the Sun, the Sun!" 24894|It sounds like a tune I'd like to hear; 24894|But I'll let the tune go down in my ear: 24894|There's not a cloud or shining speck 24894|That shines not a star of, 24894|On this green earth, since first it was seen, 24894|Or anywhere; 24894|And not a leaf or blossom that springs 24894|From a stem of the rose; 24894|And not a flower that blows 24894|As the wind blows, or the dew does the grass: 24894|There's not a nook within this wood, 24894|Though deep you dig, 24894|But will find in it a way to live, 24894|And a way to blow. 24894|The wind blows fair and free: 24894|The dew it's wet. 24894|The dew it's green and soft. 24894|Let rest and shade be 24894|The means to a sun's rise. 24894|There's no need of any care 24894|In life, or right; 24894|In all things the way is hid, ======================================== SAMPLE 11410 ======================================== 18007|The sky! the sky! 18007|How the stars are coming out! 18007|And out through the window there, 18007|And over the hill, and 18007|Where do you think they are all? 18007|In the sky! 18007|In the sky! the sky! 18007|But I never saw a flower in the wild, 18007|Where the sunlight shines and never touches its stem; 18007|And no place for a baby, that's in the sky, 18007|In the sky! 18007|The sky! the sky! 18007|With what wild terror my heart makes me wake 18007|At the cry of a baby--and I wail! 18007|For what shall be done with such a cry of pain! 18007|The leaves, the wind, the rain, the sky! 18007|And I fly, I fade and I die! 18007|And oh, 'twas cruel, and I am wise! 18007|But baby, if thou wilt have a place 18007|Where no one may cry on thee, 18007|A gentle place with a gentle God, 18007|I would be a baby there. 18007|When the great trees of spring, 18007|Blowing round their blossoms sweet, 18007|And all the woods and hills 18007|Breathed with showers of starlight there, 18007|And the wild breeze brought down its fire, 18007|A voice from the wood-top cried. 18007|'Twixt east and west, and south and north, 18007|From the river and the hill, 18007|It came in the voice of a bird 18007|As it sang from the apple-tree. 18007|'Twas the voice of one who loved, 18007|And the song of a love as wild 18007|As the life he was bound to save 18007|The song of it filled his soul; 18007|For no voice would reach that bird 18007|But the bird that loved him best. 18007|A-list, away! and the voice 18007|Of a woman came sweet and shrill 18007|As she stood on the river bank, 18007|And the river in song arose. 18007|And the voice of the woman sang, 18007|As she sang from the apple tree, 18007|And down through the pines she went, 18007|And the voice of her song was shrill; 18007|And the man who loved her said, 18007|As a shadow by him lay, 18007|"Sweet child, thy mother must 18007|Have a heart so soft and true 18007|All that we seek and all that we find 18007|Are the fruits we gather and strew 18007|Upon these cheeks and rejoice 18007|Of the leaves we have sown beneath 18007|The wild wind's voice in the sod, 18007|But we sing the song of a bird 18007|In the wood-top's woodland way; 18007|And the voice of that song once more 18007|Came in a voice from the apple tree. 18007|Sing, O song! that I hear, 18007|O song of the apple-tree! 18007|Sing, O song of the apple-tree! 18007|Sing, O song of the apple-tree! 18007|Sing, O song of the apple-tree! 18007|"She's a rose," the rose says; 18007|"She's a red rose," replies the rose. 18007|"What," I am thinking, "is she, 18007|The child of his passion, 18007|Whom he loved with such passion? 18007|Or is she of some friend to him, 18007|Who loved with such passion?" 18007|"O, no," it replied, "she's the child 18007|Of his passion; his passion!" 18007|"A rose? An apple? A rose-tree?" 18007|Said the apple to the tree; 18007|"An apple?--What are you? 18007|Did you love him with passion?" 18007|Said the apple to the tree; 18007|"'Twould make a garden 18007|Of a summer day like this, 18007|Could you walk it all alone?" 18007|I thought of the garden 18007|Where love makes all its ======================================== SAMPLE 11420 ======================================== 1852|But to-day my friend 1852|Is now quite out of reach; 1852|And now, the time is over 1852|When such an exile could expect 1852|Rest in a friend's arms. Yet then, 1852|Perhaps, when we to-morrow meet, 1852|Your gentle spirit, which I hold 1852|So dear, will atone a space 1852|And I can be contented then. Ah, none the less, at last, 1852|But why? Why to-night? 1852|My friends have seen, 1852|And as, at a feast, by my side, 1852|I sit, a little while alone, 1852|They look at me with pitying eyes, 1852|And I must give them leave 1852|In peace to say, 1852|"This heart belongs to you, my friend." 1852|I could forgive, at this moment, 1852|And, I think, most at this afternoon, 1852|For all it can say: 1852|That this, no doubt, 1852|Is not our mortal, mortal still. 1852|To say, in truth, 1852|That all 1852|Is mine which I could give? 1852|Yet I must own 1852|That, while I sit here with you here, 1852|The days of our friendship pass out, 1852|As passes, now, a life. 1852|When, in this lonely place, at length, 1852|It comes, when the evening-star will be 1852|At evensong crying "Good night," 1852|To us, whom the night is not, 1852|Love will seem strange: 1852|Some strange new magic to my soul, 1852|That brings me, now, to stand here all alone. 1852|What I see, I know. 1852|For now, with slow, but sure feet, 1852|I traverse you, and all beyond; 1852|And I gaze at you, as I go, 1852|With the eyes of an exile. 1852|For to look at you 1852|Is, indeed, the thing to make me happy here. 1852|My friends, when the evening is over, 1852|They go back to their rooms: 1852|You, and I, away. 1852|My thoughts that night 1852|Will be of your absence; and they may be 1852|A little sad as we wander from you, 1852|And I have no friend but you. 1852|In all that life, 1852|Which we give in the name of truth, 1852|And in the name of friendship, 1852|Wherever the path is, whatever the road! 1852|The night is blackening, the night 1852|Shadows us from ourselves: 1852|It will darken soon: 1852|Let us rest and consider, when thus we are aged. 1852|In the night, let us sleep; 1852|In the night, we will awake! 1852|There's nothing more to say, 1852|But all our thoughts, 1852|In an hour will be with you. 1852|To-night I have seen a wild flower 1852|Flush, and red as blood, and white 1852|As the pallid cheeks of roses; 1852|In a garden, by an open door, 1852|It lay, and, blossoming, blushed, 1852|In a moonlight, I saw it there. 1852|I took it up: but where is it? Nay, 1852|And what is that, that in my hand 1852|That drops, and speaks? 1852|No, no! thou hast! 1852|That flower, with its lovely bud, 1852|I have wreathed for thee my name; 1852|The word, my friend, that shall be mine 1852|From this dream, which thou shalt make 1852|To a garment only, or a veil 1852|For mine own heart. 1852|For the veil thou wilt not think 1852|A wedding-garment, but a ring, 1852|On the hand and wrist, of a lady, 1852|Whom no heart can love. I will not think 1852|That thou hast loved me better, or more ======================================== SAMPLE 11430 ======================================== 615|Whom I saw on earth at first: but he, I wiss, 615|Wast living, and at last passed me, and I wiss 615|That ever since that day I find it so. 615|"Thither I rode on foot, and saw what nigh 615|To mine eyes seemed a strange land. A town 615|Beneath my visage seemed in shape of tree, 615|That, growing in a fair mountain-forest, grew 615|Amid a sea; its walls were iron lit, 615|And round that fortress had a hundred gates. 615|"From this I knew not whence, nor whither went 615|My footsteps, and my purpose was to say, 615|If ever I should enter that same land. 615|In the next moment I descried a star, 615|Whose light seemed to illuminate the air; 615|And, that it might not be falsely said, 615|That I had seen that star and yet not told. 615|"At the first watch when I was sent to ground, 615|To which I had no other task to do, 615|I wakened in a quiet, neat, and clear, 615|And cool, and well-kept, and airy bower, 615|Which supplied from my repose; nor would 615|That rest, wherein the old and sick were nigh, 615|Have filled me with more pleasure than to see 615|The swains the fresh, who for their wear and hall, 615|Have found repose in that small and neat bower. 615|"And here, despite of carelessness or ill 615|On my part, I slept the sleep of death, 615|And from my shoulder on the chamber lay; 615|Worthily the room supplied myself. 615|It was the daybreak of the cruel day, 615|Which with a fiery light the sky displayed. 615|And I heard cries and voices, and beheld 615|A thousand things, which I could know nought of. 615|"Here began my sudden sorrow; for of right 615|Youth in my life should guide me to this woe; 615|When I saw that, to the right I was, the light 615|Of the first watch descending smote me with a chill, 615|Which made me uprate my vest and grass. 615|In this sad place I thought to die; but the shade 615|Which of a saint, from holy realm of Spain, 615|At the same hour that I was born, I saw, 615|And with me saw, as I made slow my way, 615|And came into my own familiar sight. 615|"Then this I saw: for in the midst I thought 615|To raise upon the sun my head, that he 615|Might be my guardian, and might make as good 615|My counsel, as of a guardian's skill. 615|For as I was, behold, I knew the shade, 615|And that his head that held it in his hand 615|Was of a saint; and so might be his cloak, 615|And thus my sorrows might be all undone, 615|If he (as I believed, when I espied) 615|Would show to me, that he desired not woe: 615|" `A while, I hope, this misery go, 615|And let this pass, which has already done 615|Much damage; for, if thou wish'st to be wise, 615|Thou hast a certain hope; but, when thou'rt past 615|The bitter, it will pass away again. 615|But hear thou this, with counsel, hear that well, 615|Which I would have thee hear; so shall thy end 615|Be more profitable to thee, both nought 615|And thy good selfe, if thou thyself, in that, 615|To do no other ill than this, abide.' 615|"The words so spoken and the counsel, well 615|I, at the last, received, and did not feel, 615|But to the camp, for battle, in my need 615|Took my ill-fated way, where, far away, 615|I heard the noise of battle; and this day, 615|Or ere this mid-day, or when the sun was low, 615|(Noon in the east,) I had made for Spain. 615|"I, by the grace of Heaven, was first to sail 615|Along the Channel; for, by that way, ======================================== SAMPLE 11440 ======================================== May's first and best 24405|On the sea-shore lies, 24405|The old castle, that on the hills is 24405|Rounded off by the river, 24405|On the high hill-side. 24405|May and Juana and their new-mown-garth 24405|Ride with May, and Juana with his bairn; 24405|The old castle stands, 24405|And the high hill-side,-- 24405|The white-cliffed, the chaste, the holy place, 24405|With its low walls, and the arch of the church 24405|Crowning the place,-- 24405|The white-stone tower. 24405|Oh, let us lie down by the river; 24405|Let us sleep in my arms and her face; 24405|There's no fear in the night there, 24405|For the fear is not of danger, 24405|That comes not with the dawn, 24405|With my own little arms 24405|And hers. 24405|I've thought I saw the sun in the west, 24405|That evening star, that rose to the sky, 24405|When the long twilight of June is done, 24405|But the moon rose at noon. 24405|And the night was very dark; but the morning 24405|Hath a light, because her spirit says: 24405|"O my God, do Thou not pity my son!" 24405|O my God, do not throw me away, 24405|I've never deserved it. 24405|My heart was a child; I could not choose 24405|But let it weep and make moan; 24405|It fell at my feet, like a fawn's fall, 24405|O'ercutting my hands. 24405|The morning sun rose and the world grew fair: 24405|The night was very dark. 24405|I watched it lie, the little black child, 24405|Whispering peace, as the night grew near, 24405|Until the joy, at its uttermost, 24405|Was too lovely for a dying word. 24405|I held the babe between my arms, 24405|And my heart's blood burned in my eyes, 24405|Till it died on my sweet mouth. 24405|It had a sweet small voice, I thought, 24405|As if it breathed a prayer, a thought: 24405|"For my dear mother and I,--for both-- 24405|O Lord, be merciful to me! 24405|How can this world be so awful and dark? 24405|How can my mother be so near 24405|When I am all alone with death?" 24405|I held the child between my arms, 24405|And I watched its light drop through the air; 24405|Then, when the star was low to show, 24405|I turned to it for comfort. 24405|I heard it whisper, "Mary dear, 24405|The night is very dark; 24405|"When my beloved mother and me 24405|Meet and look with one accord, 24405|I will whisper this prayer to her:-- 24405|'O Lord, be merciful to us! 24405|Thou knowest that Thou is good.' 24405|"I shall not see her face again, 24405|She will be in the grave with weeds; 24405|But when she dies again and leaves me, 24405|One kiss upon her hand--two!" 24405|And he is dead; he lies with dust 24405|Where the suns' far shining dust 24405|Crouches under his feet ere yet the night hath driven 24405|Her wings to the sun-lit air. 24405|Her little one hand that touched his hand, 24405|Her lips that kissed his lips that kissed, 24405|His eyes that looked from out her face that looked, 24405|They are asleep on earth to stay. 24405|There was a voice that sounded low, 24405|In the old old old old old 24405|Muses of ancient days, 24405|There'd come the voice, as from the past 24405|And whisper it over again: 24405|"The world grows old and cold; 24405|The world stands still at the last,-- 24405|The world stands still at last; 24405|The world is ======================================== SAMPLE 11450 ======================================== 27336|And as these two, my friends, are married, I ask what 27336|resemblance of them will not stand a touch and see. 27336|Well, you don't know anything about that. 27336|When the men do go, as you see, to the end of life, 27336|Can not go there. Then what do they do with it? 27336|What is done with it? The women write books and 27336|chasten and talk and sing. 27336|The most part, of course. 27336|The women, I think, do say that men must 27336|always be taught to be men. 27336|The women's place in life is to be maids to other women, 27336|and then wives to their husbands. And when they think of 27336|their own children, their husband's little ones, what do they 27336|do? They write books or lecture, they talk to their dear 27336|asses on the street. 27336|They do it, and they deserve it. 27336|What did you say, O Doctor! I know you are a great doctor 27336|and a great man. But I must go. 27336|Let us see. Why--when a lady and a man were married, 27336|They went from the world where they had their abodes to the world 27336|where they had nothing to give but their love, to the world 27336|where they had all things. 27336|That is no love, Doctor. 27336|Let us see--what do you call it, Doctor--I must not make a 27336|mistake here. A wife, if you please, is a thing, and that 27336|is a strong thing and a mighty thing. 27336|There is a little girl, I know, 27336|Who is like me, and who has one too. 27336|You must give her to me, and when you give her to me, 27336|The poor girl becomes a woman. And she becomes a woman 27336|Not all of her is beauty, of course, as we all say; it is 27336|spirituality and love and virtue. It is a thing of 27336|noble and dignity. 27336|Then the man must have love for him, 27336|And no passion. 27336|The woman needs her husband; and the man must have 27336|gifts to his girl. 27336|The man must have an art for her, and the woman 27336|needeth her beauty, and her faith in him must find 27336|purpose. She needs, too, a lover whom she can 27336|marry, if she be able to marry and afford to marry. 27336|And the man needs companions with whom to walk or 27336|ride,--a companion who is friend and companion. 27336|The woman will find a heart in her at her own 27336|will. 27336|What is it that the girls want? 27336|They want not more beauty than is just enough for what 27336|they cannot have, they want more tenderness than is just 27336|enough for what is soon, they want other gifts than 27336|enough for what is late. 27336|And the man gets no one companion but himself. 27336|She does not want them. 27336|Well, I have no companion who is as much her friend as 27336|I have her. 27336|So I must go. I will leave her with the others,--there is 27336|nought for her but to go. 27336|Well, you know what that makes me, Doctor. 27336|For I have known you; and I do not envy you the 27336|handshake. 27336|Oh, you come like the rain of the year, with the magic hand 27336|of the season, and the air is warm and the sunlight 27336|glitters bright. And I ask of you--and I know what you 27336|suffer--that you will not forget my name in a little 27336|nook within the woods, or remember how it came by you 27336|and me in your gardens. 27336|You will not miss me? 27336|Nay, I shall not remember you. 27336|I was with you two, from the end of the hand of the season 27336|into the end of the year, in the great ======================================== SAMPLE 11460 ======================================== 12116|And let it lie in your bosom, and be glad: 12116|Be glad because your heart may grow more glad, 12116|And your life may make a better song. 12116|He was no child of earth, 12116|And when he said his prayers, 12116|No children his eyes did see. 12116|He was a man who said, 12116|"I take up the cross, 12116|And I go up to heaven." 12116|He was the man of God, 12116|And was not sad or weary, 12116|And yet all human fear. 12116|He went to his eternal rest, 12116|And he said to death, 12116|"I am a worse than dead." 12116|He had a heart of gold, 12116|In which the light 12116|And splendour of life ran through. 12116|It is the song of his heart, 12116|That I had heard, 12116|And though I have not been 12116|Beneath his hand to be 12116|A vessel of sound or sight. 12116|He was a man of peace, 12116|But I do not say 12116|He was the man of sin; 12116|He knew what he was about 12116|And yet he said, 12116|"I am a kind of peace; 12116|O Lord, give me thy peace!" 12116|I saw him in the room; 12116|The walls they were all dark, 12116|And he sat with folded hands, 12116|And I can remember well 12116|The shadows of the floor, 12116|The shadows of the bed, 12116|A buzzing sound arose, 12116|"How is all, my dear?" said he. 12116|It was the mother with her babe, 12116|And the father with his lover. 12116|It grieved him sore to hear 12116|The murmur of the crowd. 12116|He shook upon his mat, 12116|And turned his bright face away 12116|To the far window-pane. 12116|And there he saw a cloud 12116|That passed him on the dark street; 12116|And it seemed as he did pass 12116|Some one standing in the rain 12116|With her little child at her feet. 12116|"Oh, how beautiful thou art," 12116|She said, "with thy scarlet dress, 12116|And the flower-like eyes beneath, 12116|That look so very near. 12116|"How I love thee! How I love thee! 12116|The breeze that stirs thy hair, 12116|The birds that twitter on the wing, 12116|The words that strike thy soul, 12116|Are words to me of magic 12116|That have come from on high." 12116|"I love the stars, I love the moon, 12116|The dew that falls at eve, 12116|I love to lie upon my bed 12116|And see the shadows fall. 12116|"The breeze that strikes my tresses brown, 12116|The stars that dance on high, 12116|I love to roam by wood and dale, 12116|And feel the breath of morn. 12116|"I love the evening homing bird, 12116|The stars that twinkle light, 12116|And the glow on their little faces 12116|Like a sunlit dream." 12116|The hound-light in her eyes 12116|Was dancing madly there, 12116|And the blood came beating madly there 12116|From her cheek's red scarlet fell, 12116|She felt the pulses of her heart 12116|As they beat, beat, beat, 12116|They heard her voice as she ran, 12116|They followed after fast, 12116|And now they catch her gurgling breath, 12116|And now her eyes are open wide 12116|And her soul is a-cold! 12116|She comes, the woman that I loved, 12116|But with wings of darkness she 12116|Is flying up to meet me-- 12116|Oh would that I could stay flying. 12116|Oh! would that I could stay flying! 12116|When you come, dear, you'll find 12116|A wind that blows in the North ======================================== SAMPLE 11470 ======================================== 22229|And all the winds come to him; 22229|But I have heard the lark sing of a bird that I loved when a boy. 22229|When a boy on the green 22229|The spring went by, 22229|As a child on life's way 22229|It waited for me. 22229|It took the joy of young years, and the grief of old, 22229|It laughed at the death of an heir and the wreck of a spouse. 22229|But I have heard the lark sing of a bird that I loved when a boy. 22229|When a boy on life's way 22229|Was the year's end, 22229|That bird came to sing for his sake of a bird that I loved, 22229|And it made the rose-bush hang, 22229|And the dew drop fall, 22229|Of a life we loved while the years went as the years went. 22229|To-day, I have heard the lark sing of a bird that I loved when a boy, 22229|Till thou art gone I cannot look on thee any more; 22229|How, if thy presence waked no memory in me? 22229|When thou wert gone I had no grief to know; 22229|And thou wert gone in light of the hope in my heart; 22229|There was no hope, if I did but turn my sight from that bliss, 22229|For the hope of my soul is the hope of my head. 22229|He was a poet for me whose verse could cheer; 22229|And when he was gone, what did it matter though I was sad? 22229|Though he was gone, there was in my heart no pain; 22229|And when he was gone 'twas that I loved best, 22229|So, let us hope that there is nought that he will not sing 22229|To make out life worth while, when 'tis all but a tale 22229|Of a life so short he thought it was, 22229|A life like a fleeting fancy--a dream of a bird. 22229|The last year of the War-Doneley 22229|In autumn loveliest bloom'd the earth 22229|In the last summer when the sun 22229|Had his last smile to show to man. 22229|Then in her loveliest hour of pride, 22229|As round the sunny-hued horizon 22229|His last beams rose in glinting shower, 22229|And the dark night, the dark night descended 22229|On the mountain, the mountain's heart 22229|Stood up to thank the God of her birth 22229|That he would shelter her at this. 22229|It was in the darkest gloom of night 22229|The night of June-Gift-Wakes, 22229|For, as the clouds spread out, a sudden voice 22229|Rose in the darkening sky, 22229|And cried unto the gathered morn 22229|In the first glow of summer lights: 22229|"O Father of Light! I ask no more! 22229|Though I must sleep on earth as I have lived 22229|And loved the pure and sweet 22229|A thousand sweet and holy days, 22229|Yet have I loved thee more, have loved thee more, 22229|Than ever yet had loved before. 22229|"There was a moment ere I left 22229|My native mountain-dale; 22229|'Twas that farewell, when from the West away 22229|I saw the sea of light, 22229|And to the place where I had grown up--where I 22229|Was now come heart-sick--travelled through. 22229|"Oh, sweet was life in that sweet old land 22229|With its dear old ways! 22229|But the heart will turn back to old home, 22229|Its fair sweet hills and glades, 22229|And the eyes will seek to rest on the stars 22229|That were so fond-favor'd long. 22229|"The day is short, 'tis true; 22229|But the heart is heavy with grief 22229|For the dear one whom it seeks; 22229|For the soul, of all things, cannot look on 22229|The loved and loved in vain." 22229|Now, in a quiet, dreamy way, 22229|Like a bird, or a dream in sleep ======================================== SAMPLE 11480 ======================================== 5186|Comes the frost to meet the fire." 5186|Ilmarinen, much disheartened, 5186|Turns to ripe and thirsting food 5186|Searches in his boat of copper; 5186|Only finds a bitter savor, 5186|Very like the savor of fermentation; 5186|In the boat of lead he drinks it, 5186|In the copper-heads sinks and disappears. 5186|Long the fish-hunter pondered 5186|As upon his hunting went he, 5186|Saw his home-fire burn eternally. 5186|Ilmarinen, skilful fisherman, 5186|Steers a snow-track along the bottom 5186|Of the lake, beyond the heath-land, 5186|Where the lake-pools are unbosoming. 5186|Now he gains the border of it, 5186|Where before the pond he entered; 5186|Seeks the home of ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|These the words that Ahti whispers 5186|To his ancient brooding bird: 5186|"May the sun shine on thy dwelling, 5186|But the moon will never shine on thee; 5186|Seeks again thy dwelling-place, 5186|But a stranger now appears to thee; 5186|Seeks a third Time-tomb to visit, 5186|Finds the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|Homeward he goes o'er deserted lands." 5186|As the bird thus sings his story, 5186|Homeward the bird returns enfeebled, 5186|Tells the ancient bard his future, 5186|Thus he speaks to sad Ahti: 5186|"Long have I been dreaming, friend Ahti, 5186|In the regions of the home-sick; 5186|Since I was a little one-eyed chomiel, 5186|Since I was happy, happy boy- 5186|"Fare thee well, O Wainamoinen, 5186|Wainamoinen, the magician, 5186|Weep thou no more for singing, 5186|Let not sorrow thee, O maiden, 5186|Moisten at once thy hair-tuil. 5186|If thy hair thou pluck not early, 5186|Later shall Fazricankyo's daughters 5186|Gnaw it from off thy shoulders, 5186|Shall not give it, never shall Fazricanko 5186|Give it to thee ungathered!" 5186|Words are birds without pity, 5186|Thus the wise old man replies: 5186|"I shall win a better husband, 5186|Win a better son-in-law, 5186|Never let it be said that I helped 5186|Early to choose a husband, 5186|Never gave my life to him, 5186|Never gave my life to him!" 5186|"When thou wert seventeen summers 5186|I a husband chose without guile, 5186|Favorite of my people is he, 5186|Choice of my people is he, 5186|Thus I claim my people's favors 5186|In thy marriage to be blest; 5186|Give to me, thou best of married men, 5186|Give to me a husband true, 5186|Which will serve my people well- 5186|In thy marriage rites to glory, 5186|On thy wedding-night do not rustle, 5186|Leave my son-in-law in drearin'. 5186|I shall serve thee on the long funeral-tray, 5186|Wife and mother fare to Pohyola! 5186|This the answer of the ancestral 5186|Dwelling-point: 'Thou wilt love little I, 5186|Thou wilt love me well for many years, 5186|However much thou hast erred, 5186|Whether erred by false or trusty.' 5186|"When the time has reached to me back- 5186|Worthy I shall be for bride-price, 5186|Well receive me in my dwelling- 5186|In thy home-birth-parlor then, 5186|Then relate the cause of this affront; 5186|Thou wilt see that I'm not wronged; 5186|For the door-key, well fashioned like a sword, ======================================== SAMPLE 11490 ======================================== 13650|Wine was not always a word for cowards, 13650|But was often used by birds of song, 13650|For they flew on the wing of song and found 13650|Such sweetness, that no man came to harm 13650|In eating of the sweetest plum of song: 13650|And this sweet thing was ripe and delicious. 13650|So 'twas for many and many a day 13650|A song was sung and a wine was spilt 13650|To please this delicate and greedy beast. 13650|Cows of all kinds lived in this cave 13650|Where the wind blew down from the white North Pole. 13650|These were called the North-winds by the rest, 13650|And sometimes they would rain it from the sky, 13650|And now and then would plunge in ice 13650|To steal their swags and do their work hard: 13650|But soon they turned and flew back again, 13650|Or got it into a good deep glass, 13650|To drain again--to drain and drink 13650|Till they had drunk the slush again. 13650|There was also another secret recess, 13650|Which the old dame named the South-wind, 13650|When the wind went round and round about, 13650|To find out what sort of music was best. 13650|The South-wind found that 'twas all too sour for tune, 13650|So there it stayed, unseen, but big and brown, 13650|And the little birds all fled and the ice fell down. 13650|And the frosted ceiling was not more chill 13650|Than the walls of the cave and the floor of the floor; 13650|And the frosted ceiling was not more chill, 13650|And the very floor of the cave had a chill, 13650|But the North-wind kept on blowing from the south, 13650|And the little fowls flew in, and they flew well, 13650|And they flew in, always well in a flock; 13650|And they all flew in groups from the South beyond, 13650|And the fowls were in a flock, and they flew well. 13650|They seemed all at home and they all flew in groups 13650|Till they reached the great central cave, 13650|And there the winter was over; 13650|And the long winter was over. 13650|There the winter was put away; 13650|And the fowls flew in, and they flew well in a flock; 13650|And the fox looked out of his window at the stars, 13650|And heard the night birds twittering alway, 13650|In the round of the summer weather. 13650|And the North-wind whispered, and sang in his glee, 13650|Where the great stars were wailing alway; 13650|Oh! he had a new, good wedding in his mind, 13650|For the wedding wreath of ice was laid upon his grave. 13650|And the old dame looked out of her window at the sky, 13650|And the brown fowls flew back to their cave again. 13650|And the spring returned with his roses to his hand, 13650|And his roses were new and his new love to meet; 13650|And their honey was sweet as the sweetest sound 13650|That the bird has sings in the summer time. 13650|But the spring was not yet, and the roses were not yet, 13650|And foxgloves were not in the blossoming ground; 13650|And winter in season was coming on apace, 13650|And the spring was not yet, and roses were not yet, 13650|And the honey-bee was not yet at his hive. 13650|And now the North-wind blows a summons out by the light, 13650|And bids men hide or climb the steep cliffs of the night; 13650|And we heard the sound of hurrying feet astride, 13650|As the great city-gates were opened wide, 13650|To welcome in the spring the fresh and the rosy sun; 13650|And the brown meadow-lawns, with honey in their van, 13650|We heard a voice calling us with a greeting gay, 13650|As the gray pine forest-tangled to the wind 13650|With the sound of chirping birds grew glad as we came: 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 11500 ======================================== 28591|Let no grief of mind, or care, or sin, 28591|In every thing that troubles thee, 28591|Blindly approach, or blindly fear; 28591|Let not ambition use thy heart 28591|For fame or vainglory's sake; 28591|But watch, and singlenessome hours keep, 28591|The simple, loving, true, and good. 28591|For though life's past in many ways, 28591|In love and duty, here, at last; 28591|Though time destroy all that it hath, 28591|Yet, in some moment, it shall stand; 28591|And never sorrow or despond 28591|Betrays the soul's fulfilled delight. 28591|For never, as the winds and waves 28591|Blend and upfly the floating gold, 28591|No heart of man nor woman's mind, 28591|But in its longing, its desire, 28591|Its joy with life, will find repose; 28591|No grief of spirit, no unrest, 28591|No sin in life, but in its grace, 28591|A light above the ways of woe; 28591|No pride nor joy without truth, 28591|Nor joy without sincere shame; 28591|But in itself to all it knows 28591|Sweet peace, and sweet release. 28591|For to itself it must atone 28591|For all it hath erred or wrought; 28591|And that with a kind and generous mind 28591|It may again behold the light 28591|Of life, where all its hopes arise, 28591|And all its fears subside. 28591|And after death, when the long shades be 28591|But the brief span of man's short years, 28591|Then on some other world no more 28591|It will be with its Maker blessed; 28591|For in the bosom of life's storm and strife, 28591|I fear, the good of the world is gone. 28591|No, let me be silent; let my heart 28591|Still melt away in the vast ocean of love; 28591|Let it be true till Heaven be kind, 28591|And the good God, through the world, 28591|Hath found the heart most true his children 28591|And blessed their hearts with his own. 28591|In the world's eyes is only good; 28591|The good God is in every heart; 28591|And who can live but with the joy 28591|Of living with him, God and his? 28591|Let me but kneel and kneel, 28591|As here, my soul on God, 28591|Who with a happy heart 28591|Hath led me in that path 28591|The weary must tread, 28591|And the weary know the wonder of faith 28591|In the glad dawn of day. 28591|Let me but work and pray 28591|At the Lord's of all our will; 28591|Let me work and strive as there is here 28591|On his glory set. 28591|My work and my prayer, 28591|My strength and my power, 28591|Are one with his great heart 28591|Of all our good side. 28591|I shall not be long in returning, 28591|When the earth to my knee shall bend; 28591|And this is the burden, I declare: 28591|The joy thou hast lived is thy own. 28591|Lord, help me in this earnest earnest 28591|To give my love in that way 28591|To one who must need it the most; 28591|For I am a poor beggar. 28591|For what should my want be 28591|That he should take my heart 28591|And give it a larger part? 28591|I need it at this hour: 28591|To him who gave it to me, 28591|I give it with a voice-- 28591|He is the Lord of life. 28591|God, my God! I am so glad I come, 28591|I feel as I came here to feel, 28591|My feet in the path of his way 28591|Have crossed and I am with him there. 28591|For he will bear me to the end 28591|And I can do what I am bent on; 28591|And in him have all the joy, 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 11510 ======================================== 1365|The king. 1365|That I will tell in the castle, 1365|That thou will speak with one and all 1365|Thou dost not want all these maidens, 1365|That I have given them gold to woo. 1365|Let the king speak with no one; 1365|I speak with all and each of them 1365|And thou shalt win a fair lady, 1365|If I but give thee her hand to slip in. 1365|To make a woman and win her 1365|I have made many and many maidens, 1365|But none of them ever will tempt me. 1365|If I must give thee her hand to slip in, 1365|I give it unto thee wholly. 1365|The king. That thou wilt tell in the castle, 1365|That thou will speak with no one alone; 1365|I speak with all and each of them, 1365|And they are bold and unappeased. 1365|If they were made for one, they have made thee one, 1365|And thou, my own daughter, wilt be my daughter. 1365|She stands up on her head with the silver of silver; 1365|In her hands she holds a staff; 1365|With the staff is bound a diamond ring; 1365|She shall sing,--I know not what. 1365|The king. Ah, wilt thou not sing to me? 1365|I have made many maidens, and none 1365|Will wed thee as I wed thee, 1365|And I am queen and a goodly queen 1365|Thou shalt be all that thou shalt be, 1365|Thou shalt say in thy song, 1365|That I am greater than all, 1365|Than allers, than gods, than men. 1365|The queen. Ah, wilt thou not sing to me? 1365|I know but one maidens, and that is thine, 1365|It is not so as thou besoughtst me, 1365|But the gods look down on no one but thou. 1365|And I am queen and a gracious queen, 1365|Thou shalt be the handmaid of thy lord, 1365|Thou shalt do his bidding, 1365|And thine heart shall never turn aside 1365|From the work thou shalt do. 1365|So the king. I will come soon. 1365|Now that we have begun our song, 1365|Let us sing more quickly, 1365|For the sun hath little power over night, 1365|But his song shall be loud, 1365|And his voice shall be thy delight, 1365|Thou shalt find the way of sound. 1365|The queen. I shall be the Queen. 1365|In my place shalt be a woman, 1365|Of face so gracious and of eyes so bright: 1365|I shall be the Queen. 1365|She sings,--I know not whence I come, 1365|But I come singing here again and singing 1365|Upon the shore of some great stream, and singing 1365|Amid the din of voices that I used to hear; 1365|These are no more of them. 1365|Queen, thou art now like a king! 1365|And the wayfarer sings with a clear voice, 1365|As he goes singing out of the city; 1365|Thou art not like a king. 1365|She sings,--I know not whence I come; 1365|But I come singing here as from a far land 1365|And I know not why I come or where I go; 1365|I look for my beloved only, and I sing, 1365|I know not why I sing or wherefore I sing 1365|All I have right over the world. 1365|Thou art like a goodly king. 1365|King, my song hath told thee all the truth, 1365|That thou art my beloved, my lover, and my friend; 1365|Thou art not like a king. 1365|I was the one who made thee, yea, and I made thee 1365|The one whom I love,--one that was a priest of my tribe,-- 1365|And I gave unto thee my hand, but thou didst take 1365|The one whose fair face was like a lily's bloom ======================================== SAMPLE 11520 ======================================== 13118|To the great music of the world, 13118|To the great music, and to me. 13118|One little leaf, in one brief hour, 13118|Suckled its way to life to God 13118|Who made the world and me as we are, 13118|Birds of a feather, to soar so high. 13118|You and I to the past are flung. 13118|Only one leaf has still its flight,-- 13118|I hold you fast, and you will break. 13118|I know of no man on this earth 13118|To whom more glory is given 13118|Than little boy or girl, who can 13118|Say these words,--These words that speed 13118|Through the world: "I love, I love, till the end!" 13118|When we can reach the goal of love. 13118|What is the word? Is it a dream? 13118|Only when life is over, 13118|Dreams arise that fade with the sun. 13118|For I know that the end is near. 13118|Songs fly out in one breathless sigh; 13118|We will not stay the sad beat 13118|Of all-too-many-times-too-long hymns 13118|That fill the world with a vain sound, 13118|That cannot echo the soul again 13118|For it sings and longs, too long; and, with 13118|Its song, it sings for eternity. 13118|Let us not dream in our dreaming. 13118|Let us work for the soul which we are; 13118|And find it where we are seeking it. 13118|Let us not seek to recall the past 13118|When the present offers itself. 13118|Let us leave our childhood, our joys, our fears; 13118|And go on for ever on our way, 13118|And through the generations chase the dreams 13118|That live in the past and the past's forgotten. 13118|What is the word? Are its sounds dreams? 13118|Only the spirit that is waiting 13118|To hear the songs the children sing, 13118|And the light that was not long delayed. 13118|The night is not dark and stormy; 13118|But the sea is still and its waves are white. 13118|The sea will not rise because of the stars that twinkle; 13118|The sea will not sink because of the stars that move. 13118|The night is far and far away; 13118|But when it has come, then come the starry lights. 13118|I know not what I know not, 13118|Yet I know that the dawn is not far out there. 13118|There are many that love and have their way, 13118|They do not dream; but the One knows all,-- 13118|He knows whose ways are best and whose can't be wrong, 13118|And He has His works engraved on the sea. 13118|A dream is a word that is heard not; 13118|For a word's worth, see! 'tis a dream; 13118|A thought is a vision not seen; 13118|For a thought is worth a word even if it be dream. 13118|If at the dawn you say, "It's the dawn!" 13118|Is it the dawn? or are its steps 13118|Only the stars? or are they the sea? 13118|What is your meaning? Is it night, 13118|Or morning? or the night-cloud, or the sun? 13118|You say it is the light; and it is night 13118|If it be dawn but yet, before them all, 13118|As clear as life and boundless as the sky, 13118|They are bound in one. And when from this shore 13118|The windless stars arise, as bright and free 13118|As wind, and blow across the vasty mooney, 13118|The wind can hear them and be glad, but not 13118|The wind or windy things, only the wind 13118|That blew across the empty land. 13118|A ship sails the sea. 13118|A ship has sailed across the sea. 13118|It has not sailed without a will. 13118|The will of the sea was a word that was born 13118|Without soul and speech, and it has sailed, alone, 13118|Without ======================================== SAMPLE 11530 ======================================== 13650|And you'll not be able to stop for me; 13650|You must go back at once for that! 13650|Don't you see he's running away, 13650|He's running up the aisle to Mary! 13650|_She_ says, "What you want, I know, 13650|You dog, isn't it _hard_? 13650|You'll be as lonesome as my heart-- 13650|I'll go and fetch you an ice-cream cone!" 13650|_You_ answers, "Ah, it's pleasant-like, 13650|But, not much-like this; 13650|There are plenty of big-boned lasses-- 13650|I haven't seen half like them." 13650|But ah, there's a little person; 13650|I don't think she's so much fun, 13650|She's not twice as big or anything-- 13650|She's not twice as pretty, 13650|Yet she's _smaller_ than I am! 13650|_She's_ going to eat so much; 13650|I'll laugh with her if she's so bold; 13650|And when she's gone I'll ask her how she liked it, 13650|Why was her tongue set alight? 13650|_She_ answers, "You've no right to be, 13650|I'm a pretty girl, sir, 13650|To fall in love with, and marry! 13650|I'd rather have my bones broken!" 13650|How is it ever so soon, 13650|In all my life so strange? 13650|I seem to see a light at play, 13650|There's a voice in my soul, a song; 13650|And as in the holy name of God 13650|I sing in the chapel choir, 13650|My poor soul with thoughts too deep 13650|To say them aloud, 13650|Wakes with a beginning all doubt, 13650|And in a holy way too, 13650|I say in a song, "I'm the lark, O!" 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner of Broadway, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stopped to ring 13650|The knell of their last farewell. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner of Broadway, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stopped to ring; 13650|But the one I singled I did not spot; 13650|It was simply turning too and so, 13650|And all the rest stood still to wait. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner of Broadway, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stopped to hang. 13650|But the one I singled I did not see, 13650|It was simply turning too and so; 13650|They waited for me, and waited long; 13650|I entered at the corner gate. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stood still to listen for me, 13650|And the one I singled I did not see, 13650|It was simply turning too and so. 13650|They waited for me at the corner gate, 13650|And all the bells in St. Marg'ret's lay dead; 13650|They waited for me at the corner gate, 13650|And all the bells at Santa Maria fell, 13650|And the last at Saint Praxed's. 13650|As I was going along the street, 13650|At the corner where the 'Squire used to meet, 13650|All the bells stood still to mourn me, 13650|And the last at Saint Praxed's died. 13650|When we met, she had scarcely settle'd 13650|That I was not quite so handsome; 13650|But with something still fragile in me, 13650|And I mind her not--it really tickled her,-- 13650|It gave her a queer look, her face to look-- 13650|She was almost afraid. 13650|I was rather shy 13650|And yet she was quite ======================================== SAMPLE 11540 ======================================== 1279|But then to think, by hauling o'er our bannet, 1279|He would take it up a yard, and strike it out, 1279|With his han' to save an hour; 1279|And for a cross-bow I wonder if he 1279|Will take the bolts, or break them, yet will not bring 1279|A bow-string, but will run it through, 1279|And with his hatchet, wound his harp and flute, 1279|Singing a gallant song. 1279|Away, away, I say, my dainty friend, 1279|Tho' thy charms the world may not withstand: 1279|If any one desire to try thy worth, 1279|At least to court my love and honest heart, 1279|Let her with arts and arms befriend my youth, 1279|For age is frail thing, and loves, though new, true. 1279|For I can love another, I can wed, I can wed, 1279|And still enjoy the joys of wedded life. 1279|Yet I will no one honours seek, nor riches crave; 1279|Nor any god, nor mortal worthies seek: 1279|In my chanel you my roses may descry, 1279|And you may share my joys, and wish me none. 1279|Then to my chamber should your love be led, 1279|And on this night your arms around me cast: 1279|There kiss away your heart's-deceavours,--you, 1279|You, and your love, and every joy beside. 1279|My thoughts I would confide, nor tongue nor pen might dare; 1279|But when that hour this truth should to the world be told, 1279|The world with wonder would deride, and say: 1279|How could a siren so enchanting prove? 1279|Yet I will no one admire, no fame pursue, 1279|But let the world, in silence, be my care, 1279|And let the proudest frown, but let my brows be bow'd, 1279|And, if my fancy can propose a thorny star, 1279|A thorny star, I will appear in that. 1279|Thro' storms and waves I will my country defend: 1279|And if in arms my hand, his strength and mine, should fail, 1279|I still will stand, and help to raise the worth, 1279|That from their native land has lately flown. 1279|Then let the sigh, for honors won, be given, 1279|Which to the brave I would my country leave; 1279|And then with smiles, and tender homage, view 1279|A nation's gratitude for a father's name! 1279|I have been glad when cold, ne'er kind, or hard, 1279|The land I sought hath left me for these woes-- 1279|'My dearest, my dearest! 1279|Thy dearest friend! my dearest hope for life!' 1279|But, by thy love, oh! let me be secure, 1279|Thy safety, in my own, is all in vain. 1279|There's many a place where man's ungentle toil 1279|Has blest his awful front with many a blaze: 1279|And, in that bright-hair'd morning of his days, 1279|Our hearts with gratitude in gratitude glow. 1279|But, though we praise thee yet, we would not lure thee 1279|From thy abode, like thee, by base affection, 1279|My truant slave, in those sad hours of woe, 1279|I must the grateful land from me withhold, 1279|To give the grateful land to thee, my dearest, 1279|To give the grateful land to thee! 1279|From the far-borne hills, 1279|Where the moor wind drives, 1279|I would I were near thee, 1279|Where the ferns and fancies 1279|Bloom in yon rill; 1279|And the rue, and violets, 1279|Scent the brier. 1279|Where the woodbine twines, 1279|And the vine its pear, 1279|I would I were near thee, 1279|Where the wild-deer haunts; 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 11550 ======================================== 42058|And we must give them something; they must give us something 42058|To cheer us, too; and, if we fail to get something, 42058|We shall be sure the others will think we failed them, 42058|And leave us but a beggar in the lurch." 42058|"You'll be so very glad," the other cried, 42058|"When you get home and hug and kiss your mother!" 42058|It chanced upon a winter's day, 42058|The snow lay deep and dark o'erhead, 42058|And Walter was asleep in bed, 42058|When Anna came along with Rachel; 42058|And leaning down the pillow's edge, 42058|She made a face that seemed to say,-- 42058|(Would God that Walter heard her knollit!) 42058|Hey, hey, I hear ye, Margaret! 42058|Forgive me, please, I'm _you_, say? 42058|Oh, you'll understand, I pray. 42058|And now with gentle, winning way, 42058|She talked of "love" and "kindred taste," 42058|And then went deep into her work, 42058|And told the tale of how she got it; 42058|And how she tried to work--and pray; 42058|And tried, but could not. In despair-- 42058|(It seemed to be her very life). 42058|And how she helped the wounded, worn-out 42058|ones at night to come without sound. 42058|And, "Oh, how the world has changed since she 42058|Ranged it through trenches and by lines!" 42058|And then she told the story she'd had 42058|With its remonstrance, "Of a man," 42058|(Though yet her eyes were wild with wrath). 42058|And how the great war-gods had mocked her 42058|If that was true,--"And I am he!" 42058|To which a smile--and then all pale, 42058|Like lilies still before dawn. 42058|Walter laughed, and as he laughed a tear 42058|Fell on his eyelids till they began to spring. 42058|Then I saw my friend, as all did see 42058|That moment, gazing on his prize, 42058|Take up the pin, and look at the pin again, 42058|And say, "It is an old-time story, 42058|The kind I've heard often in my day, 42058|Of how, through a merriest forest brake, 42058|They sowed the seed of liberty, 42058|And that a God-majorable lord 42058|Came riding down upon the back of the Liberty-tire 42058|And that a mighty sword was in his hand 42058|And a great God looked out, and His eyes were blind, 42058|And that he saw these seeds of liberty sprout, 42058|And said unto His people, sit ye still, 42058|For it is not right that a wicked man should lead 42058|Your steps through all your long approaching Death, 42058|And that a heart that beats contrary 42058|Should fail unshaken to protect your life, 42058|Oh, then the God-like master, glorified, 42058|Saw that his seed was saved indeed, 42058|And, for the last time looking on the pin, 42058|"I will not slay the King!" said he. 42058|And that His mercy would be shown Thee, Lord, 42058|Thou only hast the right to be"-- 42058|And Thee, Lord of all, hast given me, 42058|And all Thy mercy, O 42058|Oh, let my trembling lips no longer speak, 42058|But let me speak! my voice is weak, 42058|And as I go 42058|I think I seem to cry aloud 42058|For the glad hour's joy. 42058|But in my speech I find no speech, 42058|For in my heart is silence all. 42058|O Thou that all-com'sioned art! 42058|Behold, my love, how thou art failing!-- 42058|The hope of all is failing now! 42058|"O that the King, ere yet our sun 42058|Is buried in the western sea! 42058|O ======================================== SAMPLE 11560 ======================================== 19385|I saw him with a burthen, and went, 19385|My friend! to him. 19385|I saw him to the bower, where he 19385|Was sitting with the merry May, 19385|With whom he loved to play, 19385|That is his life, a wildering dream. 19385|He sat as dully then, as gaun 19385|As the mirth that clomb the greenwood tree, 19385|As when a brother, on the green, 19385|Makes a brother visit. 19385|She sang with a dulcimient tone, 19385|At eu'er, and a dulcet flavour, 19385|When the bird from the greenwood came-- 19385|What time he was born; 19385|And that, by his brethren, was mine, 19385|Mirthful and happy. 19385|But the bird which that dulcet strain 19385|With a voice so merry, and gay, 19385|Was the lovely green lark, Loyola, 19385|From the sea who sings so well, 19385|With a dulcet voice in spring and summer, 19385|In spring and summer. 19385|The wild rose heard, in wildest glee, 19385|The voice of the fay from the tree,-- 19385|How sweet in its innocence, 19385|The voice of the lark, Loyola, 19385|From the tree, in a tree's-leaf dale, 19385|That was glad in its innocence! 19385|And in the soft light it shone 19385|On the youthful maiden of love, 19385|Which seemed to gaze on the face 19385|She was looking at so fond, 19385|I could not restrain a smile. 19385|'Tis a habit so common, 19385|'Tis so natural in life, 19385|But I never was happy until now, 19385|In this day of ours, 19385|As I listened, and listened, and listened, 19385|All in vain for the bird on the tree, 19385|With a fiddle's voice in its ear, 19385|That was merry in summer of yore-- 19385|But, alas! for the maiden of love. 19385|'Tis a habit rare, and of no account, 19385|In the sunny weather, 19385|When the wild roses can yield a scent 19385|Of their heavenly perfume; 19385|And the fay, with a radiant eye, 19385|Looked into mine, as if to a shrine, 19385|And we gazed into her eyes as the holy 19385|And her gentle sighs went up and up 19385|And she answered them in a tone of thanks 19385|For the honor I held in her heart; 19385|And then gently and gently she laid her hand 19385|On mine--and I gazed into her eyes, 19385|As she went to her couch to repose-- 19385|And the last time I look'd into her eyes 19385|Was the last time I looked into hers. 19385|We have travell'd through many a changing scene, 19385|But never have yet meet with a face 19385|More fair--more true to the sentiment 19385|Of our old acquaintance at Canawac. 19385|There we have smile'd at the same birch-trees, 19385|And watch'd by the same clear spaces near the shore, 19385|Till the waves in their fury rose high, 19385|And the bird upon the tree sang a hollow song; 19385|Where at each distant cove we have camp'd, 19385|Our brows have been covered with the same dark fur; 19385|Where our horses have mended their hoofs' out, 19385|And in their stead a bright coat's fitted on, 19385|On the ground hath been graffed each same feather. 19385|But we've never been happier than then, 19385|For the woods are still, and the water's still, 19385|And the clouds have gone with the winds' black rout, 19385|And no new forms have been to our spirits wrought. 19385|But now we are in the woods again, 19385|And are listening, and watching, and listening, 19385|As in days when we ======================================== SAMPLE 11570 ======================================== 3295|From whence and why? The priest, 3295|Who was a man of noble and great name? 3295|Who was the knight's friend, who was the knight's foe? 3295|This man, who is by all names great, 3295|This man of the high brows-- 3295|It may be he knows but that few men know, 3295|Of one thing or ten. 3295|I hear that he is now a beggar's son, 3295|A petty thief, an outcast out of life. 3295|It is true that his master came to him 3295|And brought a treasure so great he could not hold, 3295|That he had to beg the knight to take it. 3295|But this man had a heart of iron, 3295|And this beggar had no heart at all. 3295|He sought the knight, and, on him to enthral, 3295|Gave it a generous hand and a generous heart. 3295|When his old heart was changed into a soul, 3295|And he looked on it with youth's most joyous light, 3295|There came a shadow, as of terror and of shame. 3295|For, when the knight had taken the treasure, 3295|And from it had been driven the coinage, 3295|His face grew crimson, his brow was scarred 3295|With out-lived joy and beauty. 3295|It is true that her heart had grown 3295|Resenting the world's reproach and scorn, 3295|But she could feel the change in her face. 3295|She knew the eyes of this man could no more speak. 3295|For the eyes are in the soul, and the soul, in turn, 3295|Is in the eyes, and they are in her soul, too. 3295|As one who, in the midst of her joys and tears, 3295|Forgets to weep, and lies with head reclined 3295|And weary eyes on the ground, asleep she lies, 3295|And dreams of yesterday's joys, while, round her head, 3295|Hangs the blue curtains of the night. 3295|I cannot tell you how I heard the bells of the town, 3295|And saw the church; and that is why I cry so. 3295|I heard the bells. 3295|The earth is red beneath my feet. And oh, I cry. 3295|I saw the church the day I came to bury my dead-- 3295|It was the Sabbath. I was born that day. 3295|I cried so all the way that day. And it was as if 3295|A prayer were in my throat. I have since: 3295|And you must be to understand. 3295|Oh, I should know! 3295|You would excuse my crying. But the wind may blow, 3295|And the world may change; and yet, in spite of all, 3295|My tears are tears of pity and sorrow. 3295|Why not weep when a man dies? 3295|You have not known a brother. 3295|You are a man of sorrows, 3295|And a sad lover. 3295|I thought of you, when you came home, 3295|In your great coat of gray, upon your great bare feet, 3295|With your heavy, heavy hair at your head, and your hand 3295|Laden with pearls--but all folded so that they could not 3295|Feel the cold breath I held against them. 3295|I asked you, in your piteous words, why you were there? 3295|I said we had sinned together. You said you had sent 3295|Me forth, to do your will. 3295|I said this woman was your mother. 3295|And you have seen me weep, 3295|As I sat here all day, all night, 3295|The tears of pity. 3295|Yet you were silent. You could not understand! 3295|Why did you not understand? 3295|I loved you. You were young, and young in my sight. 3295|It was as if you said, "Young is the heart that is kind; 3295|And if young, it is true!" . . . 3295|In spite of what I said to you, would you come to me 3295|And say ======================================== SAMPLE 11580 ======================================== 1419|All the little, little men, 1419|Their little faces turned upon the road, 1419|Forgetting the little, little things 1419|That in the world are not forgot. 1419|Not without the lamp at night on their shoulders, 1419|And the book to read by candlelight, 1419|Not without the lids, that always are filled to overflowing, 1419|Are all the little men. 1419|Not without the firelight, and not without its colour, 1419|Not without the candlelight, 1419|Can the little lads and the little girls all be cheerful, 1419|Are all the little men cheerful. 1419|In the morning we all get up, but we take our rest at night; 1419|We can make no noise, for we hear the wind beneath the eaves; 1419|All the lamp-flame falls upon the floor, and the darkness mingles 1419|With the candlelight. When the children all are asleep, 1419|And the lamp falls silent in the dark, 1419|Then without a word the silent night goes on. 1419|And in dreams all the little men 1419|Sing "how many apples grew in the tree," 1419|"How many wasps stayed on the nest door, 1419|Till they came for to build"? 1419|So the children sing these nursery rhymes 1419|All the children sing these nursery rhymes, 1419|And "let us count the apples," says they. 1419|And "where shall we find an apple, then," says they. 1419|When all the rhyme are finished, 1419|The little boys gather apple-bins, 1419|And count them together; 1419|While the girls and the girls' sisters go o'er the floor 1419|Counting them. 1419|The very nice old lady, 1419|Whose life is so pleasant to begin with, 1419|Lives still to be a gentleman, 1419|But the very nice old lady 1419|Lives never to be a gentleman. 1419|The very nice old lady, 1419|With a cup of tea in her hand and her head on her knee, 1419|Will never understand those children's childish mirth, 1419|Nor any of the children in the world can. 1419|So when the very nice old lady 1419|Sits in the corner with her cup of tea and her head on her knee, 1419|You see her face is like roses on a grave. 1419|She has a little dark-blue coat, and trousers without a hem, 1419|And a very white collar and cap. 1419|And you see her white hand, when the song is heard in the street, 1419|Will not go to the grocer to buy bread and butter; 1419|But she will go to an old woman in town, 1419|To call the very old woman in brown. 1419|She will never understand the very lovely things she sings; 1419|She will call the very old woman in brown. 1419|And when she's in bed, she will lie awake for eight hours straight, 1419|And when she hears the very old woman singing "how many apples grow," 1419|She will cry and cry, and never wake for even a kiss. 1419|One time her husband went up in a swing, 1419|He swung round with a great stick, 1419|And she and her little brother sat down 1419|In the shade of a branch of woodbine. 1419|He swung the end of a stick over the hill 1419|And away he swung, and the leaves flew round, 1419|And the big tree rumbled, and the world went round, 1419|And a twinkle of lights in the heavens shone, 1419|And an old man with a glassy eye 1419|Saw on the sea a ship go sailing, 1419|And he shouted from the sea of leaves, 1419|"It is time for dinner, it is time for bed. 1419|"Is it time for dinner, or is it time for bed?" 1419|"It is time for dinner, it is time for bed." 1419|"But it is time for dinner, or it is time to bed!" 1419|"It is time for dinner, it is time for bed." 1419|When I was young and idle, my mother ======================================== SAMPLE 11590 ======================================== A few of us came back. 33073|If she's a woman in a mill, 33073|"Oh!" the world says, "How strange things be! 33073|How the things that cannot be told! 33073|Aye, she's a woman, and she's here!" 33073|If she's a bird that sings in Spring, 33073|If she's a maiden in a shed, 33073|A dream that cannot be forgot, 33073|A dream on which the world has thrown 33073|A shadow, and the world will try 33073|To set a new thing in its place. 33073|If she's a maiden with a face 33073|That is almost like a bride, 33073|A little house that will not stay, 33073|A flower that's near and a lovely place, 33073|And then the world with words and praise, 33073|Says, "They've got you, and you'd like it so." 33073|She's a woman, but who's the man? 33073|But a little mouse in a flower's crevice? 33073|How shall I get him to give me his hat? 33073|What shall I say if he should look in? 33073|But now I fear I'll be too late 33073|If I stand and say, "O, how hard you've got it!" 33073|So I will sit here and to sleep." 33073|The world said, "That's no good!--Give me 33073|That little mouse who came the best." 33073|But there's other things than that, 33073|And as the clock strikes, and the moon-rise, 33073|And other things than that that be in store, 33073|To put the man to bed in the night. 33073|"That is no good," said the world that is above; 33073|"No!" said the world that is upon his bed: 33073|"A man, or a child, of no such worth, 33073|Will have a bad night." 33073|The clock strikes. We must make the answer sure. 33073|"That is no good," said the clock that is in the night. 33073|"No!" said the clock, "We're going to have a fight; 33073|We shall have a good fight; and we shall die, 33073|In the same way as you. 33073|"Give me the hat! Give me your hat!-- 33073|Give your own, for it shall answer to me, 33073|If I need it; or if not, take that." 33073|In the very same way; and a few hours later, 33073|A pretty girl, all naked, and alone, 33073|Was coming home, with all her treasures; and there 33073|On a window-seat, where she was sitting, 33073|A mouse was sitting. 33073|"Oh, where are you going, mouse, where are you?" 33073|"I'm going away from that cruel world, 33073|To make a great discovery withal, 33073|Beyond the reach of all the others there." 33073|"That's too bad," said the clock. "What can I do? 33073|It will be very very very nice 33073|I could make you forget." 33073|"Oh, you can't," said the clock. "I can, but, still, 33073|You must remember what I said, I say, 33073|I will be gone." 33073|"Now, I can't go; and so, as my servant, 33073|In your own place, 33073|Of all the things that there befall to chance, 33073|I make it sure I never do forget, 33073|Nor in any case, forget quite young 33073|And very pretty, little mouse, 33073|In the midst of all the things I've there been, 33073|The window-place, the mice, and all, 33073|The old old, old, old of things before me, 33073|And what's more, what's more, what's more than me! 33073|As a bird, a cat, a cat, 33073|A bird, and a mouse in one! 33073|"So you will see," said a little mouse, 33073|"The place where that the mouse says you shall go." 33073|And that is all, ======================================== SAMPLE 11600 ======================================== 5185|Kullerwoinen, enchanted, sang, 5185|Sang, to the clouds the kantele, 5185|To his kanttu-doubling daughter, 5185|Sang the song of Wainamoinen; 5185|Came the cloud-chariot ready, 5185|Came the silver vessel, 5185|In whose was placed the sailors, 5185|On whose hull magic sailors, 5185|Gunner-hatches in the bows, 5185|Cockettes swung within the prow; 5185|At their heads the whip-ropes hung, 5185|On their coats the plow-harness 5185|Rowed, O linden-people, 5185|Roved the double-linked mail-chain, 5185|Roved the battle-gear and weapons, 5185|Roved auld reed-beds and fur-shoes, 5185|Wore the steel-mail and helmet 5185|(Double-lacquered boots were worn). 5185|Kullerwoinen, the magician, 5185|Then began to sing again, 5185|Sang the song of good North-wind, 5185|How to make the North-wind stronger, 5185|How to sail to higher regions, 5185|How the storm-wind lowers his bridge-bridge, 5185|How his deck should be adorned, 5185|How the storm-wind should be adorned, 5185|That the North-wind may not hinder, 5185|That the North-wind may not hinder 5185|The beginning of a new day, 5185|For a better commencement. 5185|Then he sang of New-dawn, North-land, 5185|Sang of many new beginnings; 5185|At each singing, earth opened wide, 5185|Shining fainter with the words: 5185|"I have no existence existing, 5185|Can become no more than what God makes 5185|For His children's children to be living; 5185|I am but as the winds and fowls, 5185|As the waves and waters as is needful 5185|To the hundred named rivers, 5185|For the use of these and future lands." 5185|Kullerwoinen, magic-singer, 5185|Song divine of Lemminkainen, 5185|Quickly gathered wood and firewood, 5185|Charming wood and river water, 5185|Gathered fire-wood to his dwelling, 5185|Grass-rings, bolts, and birch-bark packing, 5185|Gather carefully for the smithy, 5185|Gather to heat his anvil-case. 5185|Then he sings in proper fashion, 5185|Sings the pains of lifting timber, 5185|Sings the pains of cutting logs; 5185|Not to speak is needed labor, 5185|He that does not know how to do it. 5185|Then the singer makes an end of singing, 5185|Made these measures with the anvil-hammer; 5185|And the good anvil-case is cracked, 5185|Cracked is the magic hammer of Vanio. 5185|Kullerwoinen,オリオン, 5185|Sings his journey to Pohyola, 5185|Answered then the questions of Louhi: 5185|"Do not know of me the pathways, 5185|Nor the rendezvous of my journey; 5185|Do not know my house of sitting, 5185|Or my dwelling-place in Northland; 5185|There my store of wealth is gathered, 5185|Gathered there by me in kindness. 5185|There the fated fen-lands wandering, 5185|By one path leads through the woodlands; 5185|By another leads to ocean, 5185|To the salt-sea's salt waves defied; 5185|But the ways of men are manifold, 5185|And my ways are wrong and meanest. 5185|As I came from distant regions, 5185|Into regions empty-handed, 5185|Have I now returned empty-handed, 5185|To the home-grounds of my people, 5185|To the seat of my extraction. 5185|Aino, my darling daughter, 5185|Rolling here in sunshine shining, ======================================== SAMPLE 11610 ======================================== 20586|That love to tell of. 20586|So let us kiss and make fair haste away, 20586|And never meet again. 20586|If to-morrow brings at first 20586|The sight of yonder rose, 20586|For which I long have sought, 20586|If to-morrow brings at first 20586|The sight of yonder rose, 20586|If to-morrow comes, my sweetest dear, 20586|Oh, do not tarry! 20586|But let me soon be flying 20586|Those fields, yon trees adorning, 20586|Adorning those sweet branches 20586|That reach you out their blessing 20586|And shelter you in winter. 20586|But let me soon be flying 20586|Those fields, yon wilding grass 20586|Which fill with joy your wandering feet, 20586|And green your path through heaven. 20586|For I would love to see so green 20586|Your happy feet, my sweetest dear, 20586|And sweet paths passing by. 20586|Yet let no love with them to straying, 20586|But keep the path where ever they will: 20586|For they need not be afraid 20586|Of you when you're far. 20586|If that they come at twilight, 20586|Or one star comes out on you 20586|That is the thing they should see, 20586|The thing that loves them most and sweetest; 20586|They should see sweet stars that shine 20586|Upon sweet flowers. 20586|So, if they came in darkness, 20586|Or should come in noon-day, 20586|Methinks I should be fearing 20586|For they need not fear at all 20586|For I would love to see so sweet 20586|My dancing feet come near. 20586|I wonder if she could sleep in the corner 20586|Where the sun in his glory smiles; 20586|I wonder if she could lie down to shut out the heat 20586|And cool herself with the cool shrubs' leaves; 20586|Or if she could have such a little bed as the cool spring's 20586|She might have a dear little dresser 20586|Of cool, white lilies and pansies, 20586|And tulips, all hanging on the rafters, 20586|And the dear little bed where his darling slept. 20586|I'm sorry I am--that's all-- 20586|That my dear, wise, pretty Robin 20586|Should be dead so soon, 20586|And I'm sorry I am, poor dear, 20586|That poor dear Robin should be dead! 20586|He was always right; 20586|There was no mistake in him, 20586|There was no doubt that he would tell the right thing at the right time, 20586|And put his trust in no man but me; 20586|And the more I loved him, the more I never could bear to think of 20586|I'm afraid he's dead! 20586|I'm sorry for you, Mary, 20586|You have felt that you were wrong, 20586|And the sight of poor little William 20586|Made you sick with fear. 20586|You'll think of him in silence for some time, he was of such sweet 20586|It was a great wonder that made you all so glad I fear; 20586|I'm sorry! Oh, I'm so sorry! 20586|I'm afraid he is dead and gone to his rest, 20586|So cold and cruel, and cold as cold, and dead and dead! 20586|And, if I could only know just how he really did die, 20586|Then I would pity him. 20586|If you ever had a poor dear brother, or a dear sister, or a dear 20586|mother, or any of your kind friends; 20586|If you ever had chance to sit down by them, in any kind of 20586|situation, or to see them in any such manner, 20586|If such a name 20586|Were ever to come to you, or e'er again come to you, 20586|If such a name as his ever came to you, or e'er again come 20586|to you, for the love of his sweet Mother,-- 20586|Oh! would you let it go, the poor dear Robin, the poor dear 20586 ======================================== SAMPLE 11620 ======================================== 2732|An' then I'd stand like a fool, 2732|When _I_ couldn't see my eyes, 2732|W'y, I'd _want_ to hide my head, 2732|In the kitchen, like a bird! 2732|I'd wish that I wasn't me, 2732|So I never could hear no more 2732|The kitchen cookin' air! 2732|When my eyes were shut an' closed, 2732|I'd try to think of the light, 2732|An' pray the night shut out the days 2732|In which I'd be a fool! 2732|But when I could see again 2732|Even half the things I miss, 2732|Like half the things they were, 2732|'Twould be a better fool 2732|Than never to have had! 2732|If 'twere just for _bacco_ sake, 2732|I could be quite content 2732|With nothing but _coughs_ an' _mushrooms_-- 2732|An' nothing _swallowing_ there! 2732|'Twould be a better fool 2732|Than stayin' round like a fool! 2732|If I were the pauper napped 2732|That _I_ am, you know, 2732|I'd hear 'em laughin' an' snore, 2732|And 'how do I mean? 2732|I'd laugh, but then I'd _think_, and see 2732|How they'd fare with me! 2732|When they'd see 'em laugh and grow 2732|Up to my home an' stay, 2732|An' I don't know how--but something 2732|Would go along with me! 2732|It wouldn't be much 'bout _what_ it be, 2732|'Twould be just a fool or two; 2732|And they would laugh the same as me, 2732|The same sort of thing! 2732|But 'twouldn't be right to ask you there 2732|To set it all right; 2732|No, no, they 'd have to see, you know, 2732|How you'd cope without the house! 2732|If I were you, my dear,-- 2732|(So would you be, my dear!)-- 2732|I'd do a man some good by you, 2732|An' not be me! 2732|Oh, I am tired of thinkin' 2732|What you'll come at last, 2732|An' all I can hear is "Thank You;"-- 2732|(So will you all believe?) 2732|What you'll come at last,--to me, 2732|Is as good as the word! 2732|You say you're very tired, 2732|My lad, to-night, 2732|But you are as merry as ever you can be 2732|Since you began your tale. 2732|And all the little things 2732|From you they say to me; 2732|It is so sweet, of course, to go so far afield 2732|When you have nothing else to do! 2732|When you have nothing else to do, 2732|You say, why, it makes you glad; 2732|And you find, if you should _be_ at home one day, 2732|Some day that your love will not forget. 2732|And all the little things 2732|From you they say to me; 2732|And I know that you'll play them all the three-stringed viols 2732|When you are older! 2732|When you are older, dear, 2732|In towns where men go by, 2732|And when you are very tired of the same old _thing_, 2732|The women will be kinder when you're _there_ too. 2732|When you are older, dear, 2732|When _you_ are as old as they are, 2732|The women will give you _something_, I believe, 2732|When _you_ are as young as they are! 2732|I'll only say this once:-- 2732|I hope you and I will find, 2732|When _we_ are both alone at the _last_, 2732|_I'll_ be sure to remember to ======================================== SAMPLE 11630 ======================================== 843|The woman who knew her husband's death and the pain 843|She had gone through at the hands of some cruel men; 843|For in a way she was as she had never been. 843|And yet the woman had never loved him, she said, 843|And could not ever - never, she said, love again. 843|And now, a good long while on the journey we went 843|And, as we came into the country, she told me 843|About a little farmstead that she had seen. 843|"This farmstead is nothing like the country," I said; 843|"Where I used to lie at ease and dream of you, 843|And think of you a lot, and so never to die!" 843|And after we reached the family place, 843|Her eyes went round and she looked so queer; 843|And as I said before, the way you look now 843|Is like the way women look when they are mad. 843|And then she said, "Oh! How I wish he were back! 843|And when he heard how I loved him, as you do, 843|Then perhaps he'd relent a little and go." 843|That evening, sitting by the firelight, 843|We talked of love, and we talked a bit; 843|And the poor old man grew ill again, 843|But you looked so brave and you spoke so low, 843|I could almost think you had broken your heart. 843|But you were too young, perhaps it is true, 843|You saw the dawn on the hill; 843|When I was a boy, I used to think it over straight, 843|And I saw my mother lay low with the pillows. 843|So I took me the book she said I should read, 843|And I watched the sun go by; 843|And the night came with its stars and its rain, 843|And the house was dark and the window still wet. 843|And never a sign or a sound to be seen 843|Outside the long hall door, 843|And I thought, perhaps she has found a new man, 843|Or else has the truth come back again, 843|To my old father's loving face. 843|I knew that it hadn't been long ago 843|That all the world was there; 843|I knew that there was a horse and there were four, 843|And there were six sheep at fold before the wheat. 843|But I could not make out their names; 843|So now that they have come back to haunt you, 843|I have had a bad conscience and no conscience. 843|But I am sorry you feel so sad, because 843|It meant that things had gone wrong. 843|Oh! The old days, what the change, just the same! 843|How the new life is the old; 843|It seems like the old life is all that remains, 843|And the old ways were all for me, as they were then; 843|And the old ways were all for me when I was a lad, 843|With my heart on the old ways for their own, when I 843|was a lad. 843|But now the children have all changed, the children now, 843|And they never, never know 843|The joy of the old world any more, for the children 843|have changed too. 843|Oh you are so dear, dear, dear, dear! we have lived here for 843|two happy years, 843|And the love of the old days is all that we have had, 843|And the old friends are far more fond than the old friends are. 843|And now when your voice is singing so loud I know 843|that it was for me, 843|And I am glad of the old days, and all that they gave, 843|And oh, but the dear smile of their darling child! 843|And that was the reason why you were always close to me 843|When I found that I couldn't keep away. 843|But you are gone, and the old days are all past and gone 843|And I have no mother's memory 843|Of what they were like, I mean even a child's. 843|I am ======================================== SAMPLE 11640 ======================================== 2888|I can't remember, sir, what the chap will say. 2888|But, good sir, I'll do my best to let my nose 2888|Smell as if it were full of you--an' then 2888|We'll all go on on and eat and drink. 2888|'Twas the kind of day it was, on Sabbath-day, 2888|The old church-bell rang. 2888|"Call the bell to ring it," 2888|They say, 2888|But, sir, all's hushed on this side the door. 2888|You'd thought, sir, that you'd get a very bustle 2888|In getting here, 2888|And that some sort of trouble might arise. 2888|"No, the bell has to ring," 2888|Is all I hear, 2888|But we only wait, sir, till the next bell rings. 2888|"Let's see," they say, 2888|This morning at ten, 2888|In a state of general idle anxiety, 2888|We all turned up on the Sunday morning, 2888|And left it all to Sunday. 2888|Yes, a-clucking and flitting, 2888|Cuckoo and throstle, 2888|Cricket and cricket, 2888|All were waiting for something, sir, at ten. 2888|"We will go, we will go to-night," 2888|A-singing and singing, 2888|Strolling and trudging, 2888|Bird and bird, 2888|Each one for his supper, sir, at ten. 2888|"We will come again," 2888|Cuckoo and throstle, 2888|Cricket and ball-player, sir, at ten. 2888|"For one to-morrow," 2888|A-buzzing and binging, 2888|Cricket and ball-player, sir, at ten. 2888|"We will take the hill," 2888|Cuckoo and throstle, 2888|Cricket and player, sir, at ten. 2888|"Who do you think we are?" 2888|Strolling, strutting, 2888|Cockney and bar-man, 2888|All the time, ten to the ten, at ten. 2888|You are here," said the old bell in the corner; 2888|"Your--what are you doing, you boy?" 2888|Oh, yes, 'tis the same, 2888|Old bell, 2888|Old bell, do not be afraid; 2888|A-clicking and clanging, 2888|All the boys were waiting, nine to-day, 2888|And a-piling, 2888|All the boys were hungry, nine to-day. 2888|"Oh yes, 'tis the same, 2888|Old bell, 2888|Old bell, 2888|There's your house at Nine. Take care." 2888|But I think I'll wait a bit, 2888|For the way's rather long, 2888|And the way's rather rough, 2888|(As the old clock I hear), 2888|And it's a pity they don't seem 2888|More of an excuse 2888|For going off to Nine. 2888|I'll think of it further off; 2888|And then I 'll fly; 2888|My old way's a dreadful long, 2888|And most unkind, 2888|And they don't seem very fit, 2888|But I can't help thinking, 2888|When, at Nine, 2888|One of them has to eat, 2888|My old way's a dreadful long, 2888|And most unkind, 2888|And it isn't always convenient for me. 2888|But, if you don't mind, 2888|I'll come and take the place, 2888|When, at Nine, 2888|One has to eat, 2888|And you must eat, 2888|Old way's no good to me. 2888|If nine to-morrow's your day, 2888|And you've eaten your fill, 2888|You won't think much of it much; 2888|If ten's to wait anon-- 2888|I'm afraid you 'll ======================================== SAMPLE 11650 ======================================== 15370|As he's gone 15370|Where the moon shines red, 15370|It will light that billet 15370|Where we both will be, 15370|But whether it's right or wrong 15370|I know not; I know 15370|It shall not be wasted. 15370|He may not be at home 15370|To-night, but I will 15370|Go to the church-door and wait, 15370|And see if it's he. 15370|My God! and how did it come 15370|That our dear comrade died? 15370|To think that we could not 15370|Speak of him--it seemed so soon-- 15370|And I could not sleep with him 15370|That night at all! 15370|'Twas not, indeed, that dreadful night-- 15370|We had all been well-- 15370|But the night before we parted 15370|I never dreamed he'd die. 15370|He had been drinking, and I 15370|Had been laughing--and so 15370|He might have killed me--so 15370|I'm glad he died, for now 15370|I can laugh and drink with him. 15370|"If you've never killed a man, 15370|Or have done naught but kill a man, 15370|Why then you can't despise a woman!" 15370|"I am not so desperate as you, 15370|But it would be quite easy to change my mind. 15370|I've killed one, and that's clear, I've killed another." 15370|"I was not asking you to tell me if 15370|You've killed a man? I'm not so foolish, 15370|The girl's dead--you're not a murderer?" 15370|"I've killed her, my--I kill all womankind. 15370|But I've been tempted enough, I think, to call 15370|That very much an error in an eminent 15370|Hero--and I've forgiven you." 15370|"Is there anything in the book 15370|I'd like to see on the first page 15370|Of any _real_ novel I read?" 15370|"There's a lot 15370|In the book, 15370|That I thought would go rather wrong. 15370|I'd like quietly to read thro' and thro'. 15370|"There's the _bad_ news, and the _good_, 15370|And, when I'm in the mood, 15370|I turn a page and there's the _twist_, 15370|Or the _clincher_, or the _cloak drop_, 15370|And the rest, or so I'm told." 15370|"The _three-cornered_ girls have made it a smashing thing." 15370|"I'm tired of reading about people we know nothing about." 15370|"I like to hear what the people say, but that's out." 15370|"I like, very much, 15370|The 'feud' book; 15370|For, when a lady gives out a few hints, 15370|You can follow what she's saying.-- 15370|A new lady, who may be new to love, 15370|With a new face, and a new name to her name, 15370|Will have something of a 'feud' in her eye-- 15370|But a lady like you is a dull book." 15370|"It was no use to me. 15370|One night, 15370|When she told of everything, 15370|And the things she had done, 15370|And the 'feud' thingy 15370|She'd made of her-- 15370|It was no use. 15370|"It would have made it _better_ 15370|If they'd told it to me, 15370|Or, if she _had_ known, she could have guessed 15370|That she'd be _bad_. 15370|The woman's love would have carried me 15370|Up to heaven, to God's throne." 15370|"I am not so foolish as you, 15370|Nor can I make out at all of the things that I've written." 15370|"They have been tried, and vainly endeavoured, 15370|To make up for lost time; 15370|If you are unhappy, tell me so ======================================== SAMPLE 11660 ======================================== 2620|And now our olden task is done. 2620|All's past in rest and sleep and mirth. 2620|The world is young, the world is old: 2620|Our lives, like pipes, are all but hushed; 2620|Yet if a sound at times is heard 2620|When the sun quivers in the west, 2620|And a blue sky breaks into showers, 2620|The wind in all the land is stirred, 2620|And the red barnacles, creeping on all, 2620|Grow into a clatter of bells; 2620|And then with sudden snapping sound 2620|Our own old clanging pipe is quit, 2620|And the young sun glints on dark arms, 2620|And the young sky quivers bright in skies: 2620|All's past in rest and sleep and mirth. 2620|As I lay in my chair and closed my eyes, 2620|Playing a tune on a faded memory, 2620|Two figures passed through that door I passed by. 2620|One wore a wig and face and eyes of gray, 2620|From out a land where the eyes of chimes 2620|Turned to the heart in their gold and black. 2620|The other had on armor and shield, 2620|And was as black and bald as a beech, 2620|With hair that in long braid patterns clung; 2620|'Twas a man--but 'twas no man--the beech: 2620|I saw him a moment and then thought 2620|Of one who passes as I do to-night, 2620|With his dark eyes on the past to-night, 2620|And the face of a wizard to scan. 2620|The music ceased, and the shadows crept 2620|Over the painted walls, and across 2620|The floors where the curtain-flung light 2620|Fell on the faded carpet-sheen. 2620|In the empty hall, with the shadows brown, 2620|The shadow of the figure drew near 2620|Along the wall at the far end where he sat, 2620|And watched the sunset through the pane. 2620|It caught the gleams of his armor's crease, 2620|And the grim lashing of his steel blade, 2620|And the gray hairs of a youth that smiled, 2620|And the scarred cheek of a warrior dead. 2620|Then I remembered her--the night I went 2620|Out upon the lawn with one who smiled, 2620|And watched the sunset through the pane. 2620|And her sweet face lit up the silent place, 2620|And the look of a thing undone--forgot. 2620|She turned a long, long look to the face 2620|Of her lover--I saw his gray head 2620|Slipped from her bosom as it stood the first-- 2620|And then she sank into the night again. 2620|Tender, soft, with a smile the one lip showing, 2620|And the other one panting like a living woman, 2620|With eyes like stars when they shine through the forest, 2620|I saw the sun of the east with her, 2620|A crimson face and brown arms stretched out, 2620|And her heart beating with a restless power. 2620|When you come to visit me, 2620|O do not say that I am old, 2620|But say that to my health you bring 2620|A rose of memory with your face; 2620|And a white white hand, and lips not cold, 2620|That makes its fragrance fresh to me, 2620|For I have a hand as soft as it 2620|Can cradle the memory of you. 2620|When you come to visit me, 2620|O, let not words nor frowning skies 2620|Bind our hearts nor the world's dark frowns 2620|Thwart our fond hearts, O, come to me. 2620|For I trust in one sweet light that meets 2620|And flings its tenderness to me 2620|When the dark hours are over for me, 2620|And the day's work done and done are hours 2620|As sweet-tinted as the evening rain 2620|That shines upon the roses in the grass, 2620|And lingers and sheds dew where it fell 2620|When ======================================== SAMPLE 11670 ======================================== 10602|And th'olde, whose mightes did her faire eyes vnbracio 10602|Blaze, when she the holy Sohnes hadbrouze: 10602|But in the house of th'Olde God on high 10602|All things now all of her are to thee shamed, 10602|For all thy might of scepter doth vnprofess*, 10602|And all thine armour is to her betray'd. 10602|*So much the better, as there still is shewn, 10602|Thrice glorious god, that ever goddesse*, 10602|By the new-made eies that she mighte eyde** 10602|To her full glory of all glorious pride, 10602|And of her worth in great things and small, 10602|Was stille deified in the hearts of men. 10602|"And thou, new-made eies that mighte eyde 10602|To her beautiful face! what may I shew? 10602|I see the shining of thy cheekes well 10602|Full many a fold, how much soe may I; 10602|And many a fold full many a fayre, 10602|That like a roabe shoulde draw a ray; 10602|But the soft sheen thereof hath turn'd to skie, 10602|And danc'd in vaine, which mighte you too, 10602|For the fowle-fondling is vnthrifty faine; 10602|The chylding roote is rent in two with thre; 10602|But thy bright corpes with which I woo, 10602|And thy bright eyes which more I see than they, 10602|Yet have they all gone from me forst: 10602|O that it were so that I might see, 10602|So to be blest, as now full fain is I, 10602|But that I maye not wish for all my blisses 10602|In this low flesh-world, in this vile bale; 10602|But that I maye not hope for aire of heaven, 10602|Where I must play as is the venom'd flye 10602|Fluttring my wing, that ever must be rane, 10602|For ever in this rotten fleshly thinge. 10602|"O thou, the worldlie thinge that never was, 10602|The worldlie thing that neuer will bee, 10602|The worldlie thinge that neuer shall bee; 10602|Thou worldlie man, so vile in thy selfe so, 10602|The cause that liveth in thy fowle-lusty soule; 10602|Thou worldlie man, so basely to be fleen 10602|With th'heavenly sunne, which thy selfe doth pant, 10602|That thou for worldlie things hast meanely do; 10602|O that it were so that I might see, 10602|So to be blessed, as now, as it is, 10602|As now so foule, as it were foule in here; 10602|But that I maye not wish for all my blisses 10602|In this low Flesh-world, in this venemous world, 10602|But that I maye not wish for all my blisses 10602|In this low fleshly bonnie bloodie bale. 10602|"O worldlie man, so basely to be fleen, 10602|With thy so hollow eies thow folysshe sat! 10602|Witnesse me so that I may all deceive, 10602|Tearing that is now so thick as be; 10602|That I may all false things make to thryve, 10602|With which that once was so false to me, 10602|And make true love, like a winking eye; 10602|O that it were so that I might see 10602|As now I see, as it is now seen: 10602|But that I cannot make it more to thryve 10602|Than it is, yet seeing I doe it fay; 10602|O that it were so that I might see 10602|As now it is most like to see. 10602|"O worldlie man, thou worldlie man to me! 10602|With thy so hollow eies, the worldlie man, 10602 ======================================== SAMPLE 11680 ======================================== 4331|And so you went away again. 4331|I did not understand the purpose 4331|Of the white boy at my side.... 4331|I asked him if he could teach me, 4331|But he never stirred from his place.... 4331|I asked him if he could talk, 4331|But he never raised his head.... 4331|I asked him if he knew the way, 4331|And he said he did not.... 4331|I asked him if it was real, 4331|And he said it would not hurt, 4331|And this way was the only way. 4331|But my fingers, oh my fingers, 4331|To keep from crying was vain.... 4331|You sent me to the white boy, 4331|I said to myself, will you stay? 4331|And he answered me, "Yes!" 4331|Now you're old and wiser, 4331|I'm old and poorer. 4331|Oh, I'll never do it again, 4331|Doing this to you. 4331|You know that you have hurt me 4331|So many times.... 4331|And that I never will forget 4331|I hurt you still. 4331|A black head, 4331|A red face, 4331|With teeth 4331|So beautiful 4331|You could not make.... 4331|Your eyes 4331|Are like the apples 4331|That you drop 4331|And take away... 4331|They are so white 4331|And golden... 4331|And so so beautiful 4331|They are not fair 4331|To stare at all day.... 4331|But, what is this 4331|Frowning and dark, 4331|With its great eyes? 4331|Its eyes are black, 4331|The eyes I loved the most-- 4331|I love the eyes that look 4331|The sharpest when they do. 4331|And I am scared with fear of you, 4331|As if I looked into those 4331|Who look at me. 4331|I cannot bear you to my face, 4331|You have made me afraid. 4331|My eyes are shut. 4331|Why did I grow so red? 4331|A red head 4331|Would make a bed for you.... 4331|I dare not look at you. 4331|You are not fair 4331|Or pretty, 4331|Or fair.... 4331|Why did you make me afraid? 4331|It's strange to feel your breath, 4331|Soft... like a kiss... 4331|I will not look at you. 4331|My eyes are open 4331|And could not look.... 4331|Then why do you make me afraid? 4331|When you are lying there 4331|Like a flower in the grass... 4331|I'll never look at you.... 4331|They say it's beautiful 4331|To look at two white roses 4331|Flushed right to red.... 4331|And the first one... 4331|She smiles. 4331|And the second one 4331|Shines out like a golden lamp. 4331|That is beautiful.... 4331|Like a golden lamp... 4331|And the flowers you brought me 4331|Make me sad.... 4331|Like a golden lamp. 4331|It has been said 4331|That the moon is a rose 4331|In a white white garden 4331|That loves the sun. 4331|They say its petals are brown-- 4331|So is the white flower.... 4331|And its rose is a gray bird 4331|With a gray wing. 4331|But the bird and the rose 4331|Cannot see each other 4331|Through the garden leaves.... 4331|And I think if I stared at them 4331|I should never know. 4331|Now, when the wind blows 4331|They will fade away. 4331|The wind blows, the wind blows; 4331|The blue wind blows 4331|Across the moon. 4331|The wind comes over my window, 4331|Comes over the city-- 4331|Comes with a chill gust, you know, 4331|And a chill wind. 4331|I can hear it in my ======================================== SAMPLE 11690 ======================================== 16376|I know not if the gods shall spare. 16376|But I am tired of all the good 16376|And all the woes-- 16376|The joys and sorrows, cares and toil 16376|That bring no change. 16376|I see them--they, no doubt, are men, 16376|With hopes and fears; 16376|The busy day is with the night,-- 16376|And he who is most busy has the best. 16376|But they are but shadows--but the men 16376|I've been with in the camp, they have no pride; 16376|The men in the trenches, if they have a span, 16376|Their face is turned to the sky, they have done enough, 16376|They doze out their sleep; yet, in the morn, 16376|The boys that slept there may be glad that they slept. 16376|What is there left for us to say, 16376|In the cold, hard ground of truth, 16376|Or in the world of daily things, 16376|That we have never known? 16376|Life is too long, and we too tired 16376|To go on endlessly. 16376|There is naught that can keep our hearts 16376|From fumbling at the bars; 16376|There is naught that can give us joy 16376|Without great Richard. 16376|Nay, naught; we have grown so tired 16376|With all the long ago, 16376|We are only weary with our dreams 16376|And nothing done. 16376|Enough of talk of "The Powers That Be" 16376|And of the "New Man's" plan, 16376|Enough of plans for a new world's age, 16376|And nothing done! 16376|What's that? You start, I'll tell you now 16376|That _I_ am going away! 16376|I can no more with you abide, 16376|My strength is wearied out! 16376|There's a word that has the sound of home, 16376|As the word "Harvard" means home; 16376|But it is a word of many words, 16376|Of words and sounds too vast 16376|To sound in simple sentences, 16376|Or ever needful thought require: 16376|Like the first angelic word of faith, 16376|It means "to me and to mine:" 16376|It means "I've a place in Heaven," 16376|But 'tis a word of many things 16376|That only simple hearts believe: 16376|Like the first sweet angelic word of peace, 16376|It means "here's my home:" 16376|It means the old fashioned loving hearts 16376|Might, "Let us sit with them," begin; 16376|But 'tis a word of many things 16376|That only men have thoughts to say: 16376|Like the first sweet angelic word of joy, 16376|It means "home, and old friends here"; 16376|But 'tis a word that needs no words, 16376|And may be but the symbol that "they" hear. 16376|So we must say it "they" do hear. 16376|What is this thing called Heaven? 16376|'Tis a place where good men used to dwell 16376|Far in the future, fashions new; 16376|Where the "golden stairway," once so steep, 16376|And the "dusk of eve," are in sight; 16376|Where the "dark chambers" have a view 16376|Of the gardens of the "City of the Sun."[B] 16376|And if all the "great deeds" of Christ 16376|Have an end--for _we_ know not what! 16376|Then "His rest" will be in those 16376|Tales of old-time lore--"an ending rest," 16376|Where the "old gods sleep," as in books. 16376|There's a thing in the air we hear, 16376|As of bees or murmuring birds, 16376|That will stir the heart of us 16376|To emotions we can feel; 16376|And though we know it cannot be, 16376|Our eyes will fill with tears 16376|When we behold its presence clear 16376|As the air of the old, old stories; 16376 ======================================== SAMPLE 11700 ======================================== 27441|And all his friends they gave him praise; 27441|But though he lived a life of state, 27441|I doubt if he got credit for it. 27441|He was so much a stranger then 27441|To honest men and gentlewomen-- 27441|But if there's one who'll not believe it, 27441|It's you, Lord Mayor, and all your councillors, 27441|And all the people in your town! 27441|A thousand lies your tongue will say-- 27441|Enough for one of you 27441|To live among your city swarms, 27441|And live to eat you up. 27441|It can not, cannot be-- 27441|For who would live in yours and yours's, 27441|Or ever see the town of London? 27441|If you are very good and friendly 27441|As they who live there, 27441|Don't let his boy be first, 27441|For if I have a heart for mischief 27441|I'll play with fire. 27441|With good success let me be tried; 27441|With failure, nay, my very life, 27441|Let him be last. 27441|The poor man's right with the poor man, 27441|The law's but a cloak to sin; 27441|The wise man's kingdom springs from thought, 27441|The fool he is without a kingdom. 27441|The poor must bow, the rich have aye purse; 27441|The fool hath a crown, but still he is poor; 27441|It is enough that God is God, 27441|For who is not such in good and ill. 27441|Though thy faire brows and gladsome mien 27441|With what I love and cherish still 27441|In every place I see them round, 27441|More loves me, in thy loved address, 27441|In every thing that mine affords; 27441|And when I speak, I speak in vain, 27441|Thou wilt not be denied my hand! 27441|The nightingale hath a luscious song, 27441|The nightingale is sweetest of all bird 27441|And sings it in the mildest of accents, 27441|The nightingale is ever on the wing, 27441|And sings it in the brightest of glooms, 27441|To me most dear, and most beloved. 27441|His name is Snow, him buy I good and high. 27441|I took a great fancy to him then I did, 27441|For there are other birds most worth one sigh, 27441|But he--He's worth the whole of all the rest. 27441|I took a great fancy to him when I found 27441|I had no money to spend with much content; 27441|He bought me good and high and that made all right, 27441|Tied me to a tree and I know not why I am. 27441|I had a little eagle 27441|That fed himself, and ate, and coo'd, and coo'd; 27441|I bought him first, I bought him last, 27441|For I could not abide him. 27441|He fed in Georgia woods, when I was an eagle, 27441|(And I am sure I am an eagle now) 27441|I was not then a time, bird or beast, 27441|Should coo, I say, but a man, or a man a bird; 27441|Why am I so damned sad when I was so, 27441|The sweetest bird about the field now is he, 27441|So small, so lovely, I can say him nay, 27441|The bird that used to coo as much as a goose. 27441|I took him a wife and I had a feast 27441|Of love and much content; 27441|I was a weary fool and quite afeard 27441|That I a wife should find; 27441|And that a fool as ever had been known, 27441|Was all for her, no doubt. 27441|He was the pride of all the wood and field, 27441|There was not heard a jot of a peal 27441|Of praise or a rumour of woe 27441|For him or his ruin, or of his praise. 27441|Yet not so sad was she, but neither less, 27441|In ======================================== SAMPLE 11710 ======================================== 1280|And as the airy words were spoken 1280|The voice came from the ceiling: 1280|And a great shout was sent around the house 1280|Of those who saw me in the garden. 1280|Now to-day she has come to the house, 1280|To see the work that was done to-day; 1280|And how did you bear it? 1280|I think it was much to be pitied 1280|If a little work had made me mad. 1280|And it was well to think it over, 1280|And look at the old garden and see 1280|What was done and finished here. 1280|Well, first I said to my feet I would see if 1280|The things I had seen were not so old 1280|As my old school years. 1280|And you were right, it was better to get 1280|The work done. 1280|It is the work of the years. 1280|What will you say to the old boy here, 1280|Casting a shade on the child's cradle, 1280|In keeping time to the great thunder 1280|That is rumbling all round us here, 1280|With his great little drum and drum stick, 1280|And his little drum of thunder, 1280|And drums, and things. 1280|And I am thinking now of my girl; 1280|Of the old way of life. 1280|As you were saying, the ancient way 1280|Was most perfect. And yet I can see 1280|The old way of life in it now and then. 1280|I don't think it does us much discredit 1280|To be thinking of. 1280|I think it is better to be thinking 1280|Of everything else that we have 1280|Until we will not care for the past: 1280|Of the present, and the present's fruits, 1280|And the old time. 1280|Now that the old time has come again 1280|And we have our work to do, 1280|I think the old time will never come back, 1280|Unless things have to stop. 1280|Now I go a-courting the Lord 1280|Through the rain and the hail 1280|And am looking 1280|For the signs of the time 1280|When a great man may be born. 1280|Well, but I will stop a bit! 1280|I have gone too far. 1280|I am afraid of the old way of life; 1280|It is the work of the years. 1280|When this little child who lives and breathes 1280|Will be the great man I was born 1280|Will not come with such wonderful gifts 1280|As the great men I have had the privilege, 1280|And you, of knowing the gifts I have had. 1280|Will not come with such a wonderful grace 1280|As the great men, of knowing the gifts of all. 1280|I am glad he has grown up to go 1280|Where the great men gone before 1280|Will never have the chance to see. 1280|I am glad he is a great man yet, 1280|Who is a great man yet to come. 1280|And I wish I had a big stick 1280|To crack all the stones in the house! 1280|Well, there is a big stone, in the yard, 1280|Which I am sure is the house. 1280|I can't see any stone of it in the tree, 1280|For the leaves lie all over it. 1280|And I think I'll not go in there to look. 1280|It is not there. 1280|It is not there. 1280|And so I am afraid of the old way, 1280|Of the old way, 1280|And of what the old way says to me. 1280|What will the child be-- 1280|Will he be like his father, 1280|Or like his mother, 1280|Will he be much like you, 1280|Or a little bit like neither? 1280|What is the boy to one, 1280|And what is the little lad to another, 1280|That he has no one to turn to, 1280|Even though both should lean to him? 1280|What is the boy to any one 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 11720 ======================================== 19226|As he had left her, he is gone; 19226|From a dear girl whose name was Joy; 19226|And our hearts are glad; 19226|For she shall be 19226|A strong pillar in the path she's behind, 19226|And her path is clear. 19226|To old-time meadows, when the air 19226|Was clear in sunshine, and all things young 19226|Were singing and playing in the grassy ground, 19226|She would walk there,--to the rose-bush in the field,-- 19226|To watch the birds in wonder and wistful mood; 19226|To be alone in the still autumn day, 19226|With the grass in her bosom and hiss of grass 19226|In her green hand, and the sun in a glance, 19226|And hark to the spring-time lark in her brain; 19226|And then, when the day grew long, she would roam 19226|To the old-fashioned meadows, from the springing grain, 19226|And she would sing to the laughing birds that were there. 19226|And when that lone hour was over, and she heard 19226|From the distance birds, through the still autumn air, 19226|That she was still young, and young as the year,-- 19226|Young as the child's heart,--to the young flowers there's naught 19226|Too mean, but they all sing sweet notes to her, 19226|Even to the heart of her,--till they vanish out. 19226|So, if I had but the gift of old-time song 19226|To give my Joy,--and 'twould be a blessed gift. 19226|It may not be in the way of mere words,--no, not! 19226|Yet, if you have a child, I dare to say she's got 19226|Some ancient wisdom in her young hands quite wrapped-- 19226|Some sense of the great deep's infinite plan 19226|And the great purpose of Nature; her sweet faith; 19226|Her love of life, as the child of the sire, 19226|And her awe at the work of the Creator, 19226|Who, in the making of this world, hath devised 19226|The flowers that on earth are the trees of death; 19226|And her pride in the joy that is in her eyes, 19226|And her love for the earth and all things dear 19226|Of what in earth--a mother--is not common; 19226|Her faith in the mercy of God, and her dread 19226|At the anger that might come upon man; 19226|Her trust in the power of Love and the grace 19226|Of the Father,--when, as in dreams, she's near him. 19226|Oh, if I had a gift of olden lore 19226|In my breast left by a mother--I'd hold it dear-- 19226|It would be something I ne'er shall learn to use 19226|Save in the thought of a boy's good deed, a deed 19226|Never done, however well I recall it. 19226|'Tis my hope to a child a good young man shall be; 19226|To such a one in life's night of sorrow and pain, 19226|To whom God's providence shall be evermore 19226|More and more manifest,--as he stands in awe 19226|Of God's hand, more sure of His judgments, and less 19226|Lauded with many prayers than many tost with one, 19226|And with more joy than grief to see him as he stands, 19226|Shaking his faithful and true heart to the wind; 19226|To whom he shall trust, though he hears not of the war, 19226|Though his breast is but white with the strife of his years, 19226|And one day's war shall wipe out his sins of the past, 19226|Whilst there's other men to fight, and other women; 19226|But, when God sees a child in his care grow in stature, 19226|His eyes grow dim, and his faith more sure of his truths, 19226|Then will he be sure God's God and not some other,-- 19226|While there's other men to fight and other women. 19226|And then I shall have tried to make of my youth 19226|A faith and a love of the kind that was meant ======================================== SAMPLE 11730 ======================================== 35174|To the land of darkness, whose high walls 35174|Are walls of stone, but not his own. 35174|Whence am I come. Thy mighty host 35174|Shines in the dark; but in their halls there sit, 35174|Amidst the silence, the dead bones of men, 35174|One and all; and in their silence there 35174|They mourn for names they never learn to speak. 35174|O thou of whom the world, till now, hath heard 35174|Not one the name of whose death hath made a sound; 35174|The name of little ones like me, the fame 35174|Of little ones is ever on their lips, 35174|And of their death, though silent, weeps in song. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ How long, then, dost thou keep the name, 35174|The fame of little ones? 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ For my mother was poor then, 35174|And as poor now as now; yet not in vain, 35174|For never did I think that such renown 35174|Could have its origin in blood. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ How many children were born to thee, 35174|Of whom thou mayest boast? 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ Eight were I by myself alone; 35174|Yet seven are three women. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ And then they were thy nephews:--but then, 35174|I ween, my life hath ebbed away more fast 35174|Than ever now ere I was dead. I know not 35174|What fortune brought me hither, or what trouble 35174|Fell o'er my head but one month ago. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ By night thou pratest; in the noon 35174|Thy wailings spread like wind through the forest wide, 35174|Like a wide wind o'er the sea. Now sleep hath come 35174|On thy poor eyelids,--and thou wilt not stir. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ Thou canst not. O! may no more 35174|Befall, this day, of nobleborn men that live, 35174|For me,--this day I am bereft of thee. 35174|_The Poet-Prince._ Let us depart. 35174|_Arnold._ When shall I again be able, once more, 35174|To climb this steep and woody mountain's brow, 35174|Where thou dost for the last time in song repeat 35174|The words of thy father, whose death had dire 35174|Effect upon me. All my soul is filled 35174|With thoughts and fears, I scarce can ask relief 35174|With each new day that passes. For my flesh, 35174|Now turning to the grave, when once I clasp 35174|An emperor's glove-thong, and forget the name 35174|Of him that wears it, the sad thing is when 35174|I lose my heritage of youth, my heart 35174|And senses are paralyzed, and my feet 35174|Are still, and only, moving to and fro; 35174|Yet walk I yet, and walk awhile, and walk. 35174|Oh mercy, father, that thou shouldest me die, 35174|When thou hast broken all my chain! Oh mercy, 35174|When thou hast led me into deep waters black, 35174|Into a world of monsters, and of strife; 35174|When thou hast borne me, with thy mighty hand, 35174|To the far-off-places of the stars and deeps; 35174|Then shalt thou be our only hope; oh, 35174|The king's death is the end of thee, I ween. 35174|Thou mayest die in this last work--how long 35174|And how with what strange care--the goodly man 35174|To-morrow shall bid thee rest; his task fulfil. 35174|_Arnold comes back._ 35174|Now, dear friends and fellow-warriors, 35174|My task is done. I left them in bestiality. 35174|_Arnold's Daughter._ My father died and left me 35174|To an old man. And my husband, 35174|A beauteous maiden, to a young one. 35174|_Marg ======================================== SAMPLE 11740 ======================================== 26199|"I wish there was a place at St. Andrews 26199|Where I could bury it," she sighed. 26199|A year ago, the poor little thing 26199|Had wandered forth for sun and tea; 26199|Had walked to sea and been rewarded 26199|With some small portion of the shore: 26199|She'd been so happy, so light, 26199|That, if she'd been born a woman, 26199|'Twas very strange she loved the sea. 26199|But now, she lives in a sea-house-- 26199|A sea-house, not the worst; 26199|She loves with a love that's not wise, 26199|But is only kind to children. 26199|For her table there's only bread, 26199|And nothing but wine and bread; 26199|And all the children laugh and feast 26199|To see it spread so neat and clean: 26199|And she has said--though she's very careful-- 26199|That she believes her sea-side child. 26199|And if at night she feels a stinging, 26199|And in the moonbeams thinks she sees 26199|A dream of a boat-skieggen, 26199|She says--it cannot be, I think. 26199|For though the moonbeams, by degrees, 26199|Can give us glimpses of her face, 26199|The way is the boat-skieggen's heaven, 26199|And she may catch sight of other things. 26199|She never thought she'd find her father, 26199|But when she found him, it was late; 26199|And, after all, some little sleep 26199|Can make the mind more bright than all. 26199|You think the best--'tis you who are right; 26199|I say the worst,--'tis you who are wrong. 26199|When you have fought your lane to-night, 26199|I'll go and see--but here's a towel. 26199|I'd have said, to take your time, 26199|I'd have set my face a-burn-- 26199|I'd have gone and seen, but my head is bucketing: 26199|My heart is aching for the chance to drink-- 26199|The wine-cups and the urns go alike: 26199|The moment's my own--I don't choose to-night." 26199|So she said "It can't be, I don't choose to-night." 26199|And all the summer night, it fell 26199|On the winds, and the wind it blew 26199|And the rain fell and filled her purse with rain, 26199|And she left her home and she wandered by the river. 26199|The boat ran out by the lake-- 26199|A boat for the devil it brimmed, 26199|And then she left it for a lover on the shore. 26199|She sat in the boat and she sighed, 26199|And she thought of the road that led to France; 26199|And she murmured, "It's hard to say, 26199|If they go to Pultowa or Pultee": 26199|Then she drowned her face in a sponge: 26199|And on it ran the stream at morn. 26199|As the rain-clouds gathered the last 26199|Wets are lying close. The sky 26199|Is white about and cold, 26199|And the wind blows--the wind blows-- 26199|The sky's cold, cold and white. 26199|And the wets are lying close. 26199|As long as it is April 26199|The wind bloweth, bloweth, blows, 26199|And bloweth the water, too; 26199|And the wets are lying close. 26199|As long as I'll live, bloweth 26199|The water in my face. 26199|And the wind bloweth--the wind blows-- 26199|A wind--blow--blow! 26199|Where the trees are old, 26199|There the grasses grow, 26199|And in a wood 26199|The wood-pigeons build. 26199|The sun there shines a star 26199|Who says, "There, that's the way 26199|To the peak where a bird 26199|Is soaring aloft. ======================================== SAMPLE 11750 ======================================== 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road. 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road, 2487|I had grown old in that slow-gathering dusk 2487|Of dusky green, and the birds had gotten settled 2487|That used to circle me when I was a child. 2487|My fingers quivered--I almost laughed-- 2487|For all that, I was only a tiny old thing. 2487|The birds were quite still--their eyes remained, 2487|As if they felt no more the danger at last. 2487|They lay their eggs and waited their chance to hatch. 2487|They waited till the shadows gathered thicker, 2487|Then they left me, with some thought of me to blame, 2487|Crying, "We'll come again on Christmas night, 2487|On Christmas night, or else you'll never come! 2487|No matter when, but on Christmas night." 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road, 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road! 2487|The leaves were falling; their shadows drew near, 2487|I saw them--and I cried the words I must, 2487|Crying, "For I love you!"--for I loved you then! 2487|And now, I could almost hear the wailing, fading 2487|As I heard that song above me in the forest; 2487|I could almost feel myself turning back to the road, 2487|I could almost feel myself turning to the road! 2487|I looked up at the snowy tree--to me its leaves were 2487|Pale beads of winter, that hung suspended-- 2487|How cold must be this tree, to think it knew 2487|The thought that I must feel the first faint thrill; 2487|I looked down at its roots--then down at its branch; 2487|Each had a dagger wound about it, 2487|And if one fell like this, 2487|The other would not come to earth again-- 2487|I saw the snow, and, oh, it was not so much 2487|A frost I felt and never noticed, 2487|But only so much warm, 2487|A warmth so profound, 2487|I thought the tree could never bear another! 2487|Then, so cold must be each leaf--so cold to-night-- 2487|How could it ever be any warmer? 2487|They laid them in their beds, 2487|And all that day had a quiet way of sleep. 2487|I think, when night began to fall, 2487|I heard some woman's voice-- 2487|I could not even see my own, or guess 2487|If I were there or not-- 2487|Then something that I did not see, 2487|That held each leaf and hid-- 2487|I have been there many times before! 2487|I could not sleep for a whole week after that. 2487|That night that I lay down... well, 2487|I could have slept! 2487|If I'd had my will, 2487|That was how I'd have done it... 2487|Maybe I'd be a different person now, 2487|If I'd had my will! 2487|I was so glad to fall in that room-- 2487|I almost fancied that I'd gone out of sight; 2487|I never even got on bed to go; 2487|I never told my secret to anyone! 2487|And I said--before I slept for a week-- 2487|I should not miss the bed 2487|If I hadn't had my will! 2487|And I never told a lie, 2487|And I'll never tell a lie! 2487|And the night crept by, and the fire 2487|Somedaniously burned 2487|Its last bit of coal, 2487|And the lights went out, 2487|And I dreamed that I heard the call of my mother's voice. 2487|I was so tired of waiting... 2487|The morning dawned, and a girl's voice called me,-- 2487|The last thing I heard was the call of my mother's voice. 2487|I could only hear the noise of wind 2487|That blew across me--suddenly, a great wave, 2487|With its masts all up and its sails all out, ======================================== SAMPLE 11760 ======================================== 16059|Como se habló en paz.» 16059|(Soto, Canece, VI). 16059|The _corda de paz_ is sometimes called a _bayera_. 16059|A good translation of this name is thus: 16059|«Mi corda, Señor, ha de moneda corda, 16059|Cuando en mi sangre tienes frente 16059|Que hoy de una roce, es-teles-foza 16059|La sangre de la cabeza y de tu nido.» 16059|The phrase _en cuidado con mi sangre tienes frente_ 16059|is found in Díaz Segar's collection of Spanish poetry, 16059|Vestida de mis doncellas: 16059|¿Cómo no llorarán, son deleitoso, 16059|Cayaba á mi esposa donna 16059|Y otra vuestro paz y manto 16059|Á mi esfera y mi vuelta baja 16059|Á mi alegría, es-melindo, 16059|Todo el mundo don Diego 16059|¿Quién habrá la muerte mía, 16059|Todo el mundo don Diego? 16059|Sombra y sola. 16059|Y á luto, luto, 16059|A las banderas, que en el mundo 16059|Démitan calces son; 16059|Á mi esfera, esta hermosura 16059|Todas las flores se ha sienta, 16059|Que no volvía á mi calderda 16059|Aunque te ofendó á mí 16059|Cuitado el doncel Don Diego 16059|Su flor: «Y no volvía, » 16059|Y á su colmo el otro de espere 16059|Dejando, y hoy á ti, es-to 16059|Cuanto el espejo don Diego, 16059|En tanto se apaga á mí: 16059|Y de tus donnels se ha visto, 16059|Y de viene á mi calderda 16059|Para cuanto llega, 16059|Ví tu doncella un momento... 16059|Ví seca, volviendo, 16059|Y estas doncellas nuotas 16059|Sin tormento de la muerte. 16059|Y en tanto á mi calderda 16059|Á mi dolor no se ha volvía, 16059|Y es-to no volvía 16059|Y de tus donnels se ha visto; 16059|Que no volvía á mi calderda 16059|Por qué te questa á quien se ha, 16059|Te-mosquito, en que viando 16059|Á mi dolor no se volvía. 16059|Y que no volvía 16059|Mira á mi calderda 16059|No se ha volvía, 16059|Y es-to no volvía. 16059|Y en tanto á mi calderda 16059|Mira á mi español se ha, 16059|Y es-to no volvía 16059|Que á mi calderda 16059|Mira á mi calmar: 16059|No se ha volvía 16059|Á mi muerte no se ha volvía, 16059|Con quien me ha está tiene 16059|Muerto y desnuda 16059|El desmois que á mi calderda 16059|Muerto, en esta ímpetu 16059|Desierto 16059|¡Dolor no ha visto en mi calderda 16059|Que es-to no volvía, 16059|Y es-to no volvía! 16059|Esta caliste, ¡quién con su sangre 16059|Me dió me visto, 16059|Si no vióme en nada! 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 11770 ======================================== 17393|"There's not a creature in the world, anywhere, to me, 17393|That thinks the best of me and cares the least of me, 17393|When I am not at my best at singing and playing, 17393|Nor seems to me a burthen of his heart's essence 17393|That he can be as he wills, if what he says and does 17393|Be good for him and me!"' 17393|"So, in this world of ours-- 17393|Our little world, whose days and nights are all of us, 17393|Each day a year, as we can not help being more or less, 17393|With what's your thought, and I with mine, in every hour and spot 17393|"And when at last 17393|With a parting that's over we stand alone, 17393|With what's your thought, and I with mine, then, what to you?" 17393|"Why, so much for you, 17393|And one for me, that the heart's own best thought may be best 17393|That is our friend! I hold my own, if that may be, 17393|And this I say without fear of self, since, whatever you were, 17393|Whatever it was, you never in the least are for me. 17393|"And when I meet in time some one, I hold my own that it 17393|Is a great merit in him for having suffered through your 17393|life, having had it, not as I have done, but as of old 17393|"But here I am indeed, and this is all I have to say, 17393|I will hold my own; and you must leave a little room 17393|Whereon here to see your own friend, for all your mind was set 17393|"And you would make up your mind 17393|That when there's a bit of the field near you, all you're willing 17393|to give, all you're willing to give and take in return, 17393|That this must be your end 17393|Just for the sake 17393|Of the love you have, and never even for that you said 17393|That I might do the same for you!" 17393|Thus he said, and suddenly 17393|The silence came on the lawn, and even the grass was still 17393|When he spoke in that clear voice. 17393|And there, in the light, 17393|The sunset was glowing from the blue and sleeping air 17393|As he was looking at the city's face,--the black 17393|And silver-shining towers, the ragged street, so clean, 17393|So dignified, yet so much the more because of him, 17393|The shadowed street, so pure, the little maiden-city, 17393|The village, where every house and mill and shop was clean, 17393|And whoso passed there had the sight of nothing there 17393|But the white street, and towers, and houses, of light; 17393|But the black wall of sand, and the blue sky o'erhead. 17393|And the maiden maiden city, the city of his dreams. 17393|So now he left her and went alone 17393|The city of his dreams; and presently 17393|He came into the street where did not seem 17393|So lonely or so fair as heretofore 17393|In life's green daylight. "The moon. She rises now. 17393|Now shines the sun; the maidens gay 17393|Are wheeling all around the work abides: 17393|And they will bathe in state and dress, 17393|And take their bath--my master's to take. 17393|"He is too far away--too far away-- 17393|To look and know him, while we stand and wait 17393|And see his face as it returns again 17393|In stillness of the noon. Ah, no! but still 17393|The closer we to one he seems--not far, 17393|But nearer and more far away! 17393|"And thus he stays, and goes before 17393|The city gate, and goes alone, 17393|And makes no pause, or pause, or pause, 17393|Till all is done: then all is done! 17393|And I must go--by all the one is one; 17393|And all the thousand and one is one. ======================================== SAMPLE 11780 ======================================== 1365|The man who stands to his door; 1365|Who makes it his duty 1365|To serve, until he die. 1365|This is our village pastor 1365|Whose name and whose glory 1365|Give him the name of Christ. 1365|On Christmas-eve he took the band 1365|Of his most chosen men, 1365|And the first solemn psalm 1365|Unto his people sung. 1365|From the church in his own hall 1365|The bells of the bells of home rung, 1365|From the church in the woods he ran, 1365|Rapped like a madman round and round; 1365|And the man himself was all agag, 1365|Staring at the sky and the trees, 1365|And the windows and door-ways of the porch 1365|Like some mad wizard's shop-windows glittering. 1365|At last he rose up out of his trance 1365|In the morning of his song, 1365|And said in his holy jest, 1365|"The time has come for the finishing of work!" 1365|He ran and he shouted till men heard, 1365|"We've been waiting since last night!" 1365|But the pastor went up to his gate 1365|And looked at the morning's sky, 1365|And saw the light of his people's hope, 1365|Lighting the streets of his church. 1365|And he bowed his head and prayed, 1365|Till the gates of heaven opened wide, 1365|And the man went singing into the world, 1365|Grateful for the things that are. 1365|Then the pastor's eyes were all aflame, 1365|For the Lord was with him there; 1365|Up from the town in glorious bands 1365|Pour came his people, and sang: 1365|"We are glad, we are glad, we are glad 1365|That ye are gone away!" 1365|And the pastor's face was all aflame; 1365|He ran away and cried, 1365|"I have done my duty here! 1365|The house of the Lord is not yet full! 1365|My people are not come!" 1365|But a noise was in his ears, and sight, 1365|As an owl, is in a dream; 1365|And the pastor heard a murmur of gladness, 1365|And turned his face, and it seemed to him, 1365|As a sea-bird on a string, 1365|A mighty, music-shod drum 1365|Came trilling up and down, 1365|And then--and then it seemed to him 1365|As if his gates were opened wider, 1365|And his people, gliding through, 1365|Were singing, through his festal halls, 1365|As the last bells of the year 1365|Sang out in the valleys deep, 1365|As the last strains of the rose, 1365|As the last strains of the lark, 1365|As the last strains of the lark, 1365|As the last strains of the rose, 1365|To the house where the pastor lay, 1365|Singing and trilling so 1365|His songs of gladness from dawn till noon, 1365|And when the bells began to toll, 1365|Singing and trilling with all his might, 1365|And afterward the psalms they made, 1365|Sweet as if the pastor had 1365|Just been set free by Moses from the herd, 1365|And yet he seemed still to feel 1365|The first tremors of the key 1365|Whose music is forever here, 1365|The first faint tremors of the chord 1365|From the sixth string his bosom cleaveth, 1365|So strong and strange and strange, 1365|It seems like a miracle, 1365|That the world should have grown blind 1365|As a blind man feels. 1365|At times the music of it seemed 1365|Like the first pulse of a lyre, 1365|At times as if its sounds were given 1365|To the souls of the musicians there, 1365|And the congregation they filled 1365|With their souls' desires intense. 1365|Yet in spite of all their eager ======================================== SAMPLE 11790 ======================================== 24869|In thee are the virtues of the brave. 24869|And none may wield the bow and dart; 24869|All powers are bleeze of Jámbaván’s sway, 24869|And all the valour of the band 24869|Will flow in Rávaṇ’s veins when all 24869|The mightiest warriors of the foe 24869|Surpass the god or Mahendra,{7} 24869|The power whose power can conquer fate 24869|Has power to shake the firmament; 24869|He can overturn its worlds with ease, 24869|And all the airy worlds, aflame, 24869|Shall seem to play a game of blows. 24869|In the wide sea each mighty wave 24869|The hero of the arms can quell, 24869|And his fierce arrows, streaked with spray, 24869|Like clouds of blazing fire will rise, 24869|The mighty mountain, and each hill, 24869|Shall fall, by Raghu’s son cast down, 24869|And with him all his peerless band 24869|The gods and saints adored will die. 24869|Then Raghu’s son who bears the bow, 24869|Whose arm is stainless, or who deals 24869|His darts with valour’s lordly skill, 24869|Each foe to earth by force will yield, 24869|And all his heart and soul shall save. 24869|That glorious lord who arms his hand 24869|With many a shaft with steel imbroild, 24869|With him and his the earth will bow 24869|Whose life-days are in combat spent. 24869|Through all the regions of the sea, 24869|Earth, Ocean, and the stars will yield 24869|Their glory to the hope of him 24869|Who arm the bow in valiant fight. 24869|Then in the arms that all earth wears 24869|Each sea and air will yield her wings, 24869|The rivers in their ocean will 24869|In one great stream each sea will sweep,(948) 24869|And all the sea-beach bears a crest 24869|In triumph and in honour gay. 24869|His bow will show the glory of 24869|The giant king, the world’s dread lord. 24869|Each wave its waves will heap on high, 24869|Each hill its summit, and each peak 24869|By giant warriors will be cleft. 24869|The giants o’er the seas shall leap 24869|With spears, sharp-edged, huge and fleet: 24869|The Gods shall guard their realms and hold 24869|Their holy palaces and shrines. 24869|The giant arms that guard the seas 24869|Shall all this pomp and pride outshine, 24869|And Rávaṇ’s own might boast the day 24869|To crush the Rákshas king, and show 24869|Once more what strength is man’s, who bears 24869|Giant heads in every breast. 24869|Him Rávaṇ’s heart, with rage possessed, 24869|Comes on the lion to destroy, 24869|Crushing each arm and brow and side, 24869|And the great monster’s mighty heart, 24869|The giant tyrant, lies inurned. 24869|Then, with his eyes like lightning bright, 24869|The giant from his tranquil couch 24869|The Vánars’ lord will soon destroy, 24869|Grip in his mighty hands to fall. 24869|O’er many a mighty hill the foe 24869|With blood-streams red will spring amain, 24869|And the dread monster, borne on high, 24869|With death and famine nigh the skies. 24869|Each Rákshas king, with might like flame, 24869|Will die in every giant’s view; 24869|Nor wilt thou, O King, the foe, 24869|And earth, sea, and sky his force maintain.” 24869|Canto XXXIV. Sárdúlí’s Speech. 24869|Thus he, with impious speech reviled 24869|The king beneath whose rod of power.(949) 24869|Then Sárdúlí, with a smile ======================================== SAMPLE 11800 ======================================== 38520|For the first time! 38520|My last thought has been, though 'tis not a 38520|I, but a God who made the world; 38520|And though the world be not a part of 38520|My plan, at least, as I have said, 38520|I have loved and admired it; 38520|I have been a world of life and thought, 38520|Which must fade, if it can live no more; 38520|And I shall die, but once 38520|Where the trees make merry, 38520|And the breeze sings of the springing woods, 38520|And the sun's last year-long evening, 38520|And this earth's last sunset-dusk. 38520|I shall be one in whom will still 38520|The floods of passion and delight, 38520|Though the world be not a part of 38520|My being, I am part of 38520|The world, and its life; 38520|And my lips are still the rhyme 38520|That you to me remember so, 38520|You know so well, but I can dream 38520|As yet the ways of memory. 38520|O God! if but by Thee only I might live, 38520|As Thou thyself art life! if but for Thee alone, 38520|I am the woman called in a dream. 38520|For me, my God, if Thou but know me now, 38520|I am the dying woman called to life, 38520|When the death-bell is a dream and the woman's hand 38520|Is clasped in the shroud. 38520|I loved you, my beloved; I can not tell 38520|Whether I loved you kindly or otherwise; 38520|If I loved you beneficent, I confess 38520|How strange my present mood is; my feelings then 38520|Have changed to feelings never felt before. 38520|I loved you kindly, and if I loved you, 38520|The good God knows; I do not know how else 38520|It seemed to have affected you. Never before 38520|To me did such a love seem right. But now, 38520|O God! if Thou but knew! I confess it 38520|Only by this confession that I am dead: 38520|Dead, that is to say, for ever, and forever. 38520|I only know I loved you, while I lived, 38520|And since that I have ceased to love you. 38520|"Where, 'mid the clouds of death, 38520|And thunder of the shock, 38520|Where all the stormy sea 38520|Throbs in loud clamor below, 38520|Or if a wind should rise 38520|And lash the mountain steep, 38520|Where, in the midnight storm, 38520|The far sea seemed to cry, 38520|To you my heart would seem 38520|To your soul a far domain. 38520|"Not on the sea at all 38520|But on the hill of God, 38520|And when at last the day is done, 38520|Where thou, my friend, wast born, 38520|Or if 'twas thy to leave 38520|The heart so tender, where, 38520|All my bright hopes to die, 38520|For my love would be well spent,-- 38520|I, the child of God, would make 38520|A new life on this earth." 38520|This is the ship. The sailor's tale-- 38520|'Tis the tale I love to keep, 38520|While every wind I walk on bears 38520|An old tradition of my ship's way, 38520|For I may never travel back, 38520|Home, where the sea once went, except 38520|By the sea's own course. 38520|In the day-time I shall lie down to rest; 38520|In the night-time, when the dark clouds go sail on, 38520|To roam with my soul's own hope through the dreary dark 38520|Where the waves of old with a thousand songs 38520|And voices sweep over me. 38520|O my soul's fairest hopes, O long lost love, 38520|I think, on this earth, you will still be mine; 38520|And I will keep your heart till that dark day, 38520|When when out ======================================== SAMPLE 11810 ======================================== 28591|This life is so short; take the wealth you can afford-- 28591|And hope that heaven will be your crown. 28591|And, as you live on this earth, you shall rejoice 28591|To know your worth--and no one shall know less. 28591|Heaven's grace is poured upon each; 28591|'Tis yours to know howe'er you go; 28591|So, then, go ahead, and go 28591|Regardless of your lot or fate. 28591|If you can think life cannot be denied you, nor your best 28591|If you can look life patiently in the face, and say, 28591|"I will not despair," nor let despair cloud your eyes, 28591|If you can count each moment as it flies by, 28591|Or weigh each moment with a future of to-morrow, 28591|And say, with a smiling and not a sinking heart, 28591|"I will not despair," 28591|Do you not then, with eagerness, go forth to do, 28591|All for the love of duty? 28591|Do you not, if you can, rise with joyous heart and face 28591|The strife and pressure of life? 28591|Go forth to serve--for God shall give you surer arms to bear. 28591|Go forth then, as children oft have gone to battle's field, 28591|Dying, for youth had been their sole defence; 28591|Go forth to teach--for youth its faith and truth was bred. 28591|Do you not know the duty of life, and do not shrink 28591|To do it, or death will seize you then? 28591|Do you not see that men say, in passing by you, 28591|"He who doth good must do it also?" 28591|See you not that many look and nod with silent eye, 28591|And do not shrink with silent pride to do? 28591|No; there is yet, as yet, another step, another bound. 28591|And, in the light, the glory, of spring, 28591|The sun upon the hills of heaven appears; 28591|There's an end beckons to it, the glorious, the royal work 28591|Of life that strives to be; 28591|And it is time for us to be, dear friend, and to go, 28591|So great the change, so grand the boon; 28591|It is time to be, dear friend, and to go forth to bear, 28591|So great the change, so grand the boon. 28591|And it is time for us to do--to love, to serve, to pray, 28591|To live, to let live. 28591|And it is time for us now, dear friend, to be done with pain; 28591|To be done with pain, dear friend! 28591|To be done with pain, dear friend! 28591|We know that we shall love, and have our duty know; 28591|We know that life shall pass; 28591|We know that death is passing, dear friend, and to go; 28591|So, in the light, the glory, of spring, 28591|His throne of love is set; 28591|And when we come the end of all our work, we shall find 28591|The work is finished--God's; and we may rise like souls 28591|To live, to pray, to love, 28591|To live, to love. 28591|But it is not enough 28591|That we ourselves be happy; 28591|What is most glorious is to know 28591|Ourselves at last, while we are blessed. 28591|The heart o' the bird o' morning light 28591|Is the heart o' the sun; 28591|The eyes o' the star 'ree sink and rise, 28591|But the heart o' the sun ever burn. 28591|I know not why, for the day is dark-- 28591|And the way is long, 28591|But the music o' the night is sweet, 28591|And the birds sing still. 28591|The air is thick with misty light; 28591|The clouds are dark as night, 28591|But the music o' the morn is soft 28591|That the birds sing on the hill. 28591|The road is not very wide-- 28591|And I wish to go ======================================== SAMPLE 11820 ======================================== 24405|The land was in a sorry plight, 24405|The seas a-flutter with wind and spray, 24405|The land was in a sorry plight. 24405|They'd given up the ghost in every town 24405|And there was nothing left to do; 24405|And there was nothing left to do. 24405|For there were scurvy dogs and rotten trees, 24405|And ships with half-a-score of crews, 24405|And dust and wind and rain and sleet, 24405|And half the world away. 24405|And there were scurvy dogs and rotten trees, 24405|And ships with half-a-score of crews, 24405|And dust and wind and rain and sleet, 24405|And half the world away. 24405|O Lord I've sailed this sea before 24405|Where all the ships went safe. 24405|O Lord I've sailed this sea before 24405|And there's a little ship, 24405|It is a thing beyond compare, 24405|And all the world away. 24405|The land that I loved is gone, 24405|The land that I loved so true 24405|Is gone with all the ships that came 24405|To fetch me in my teens; 24405|The wind that drove me o'er the sea 24405|Is now a wreckless wreck, 24405|And all I've been is dust and mould, 24405|And all I've been is waste. 24405|But I have had my little share 24405|Of waste and work and mirth; 24405|All things of earth are now my own-- 24405|I am the master of them all, 24405|And all I've loved is yet to be, 24405|And all I've been is yet to go. 24405|My little share is now the way 24405|The wind and earth can blow, 24405|The road I ran in when I was less 24405|Is now my road all o'er, 24405|And all a man can ever know 24405|Is work in hands that give. 24405|For all I've done and planned I know 24405|Is work in hands that earn. 24405|And so there's nothing left, O Lord, 24405|But love, O Lord, to make me feel 24405|That all I've done remains; 24405|That all I've done remains the same 24405|Because I've been Thy child. 24364|_I shall write verses for the end of Time, 24364|Songs of man and song, 24364|Songs of the future and the near of youth 24364|And the old of judgment and of birth, 24364|Singings of glory and of light, 24364|Songs of the coming age of men._ 24364|_To be the end of the great and good, 24364|To know the thing at the end._ 24364|_The word that was was the last and best._ 24364|_I shall write verses for the end of Time, 24364|Songs of man and song, 24364|Songs of the past and of the future, 24364|And the near of judgment and of birth._ 24364|_To be the end of the wise and true._ 24364|_To be the end of the poor and right, 24364|To know the thing that is done and done, 24364|To be the end of all, and all_ 24364|_The end of all the end of all,_ 24364|_And all the end, and all the end as we_ 24364|_Hear the thing that is and have no fear_ 24364|_The thing that is the end of all or none, 24364|For it's God and He knows all._ 24364|_To be the thing that endures._ 24364|_To live and die an echo of his fame_ 24364|_To be fulfilled, unutterable,_ 24364|_Hemmed in by infinite being yet_ 24364|_And, as we are, for ever in play_ 24364|_Hewn in new life from the dead._ 24364|_To be the end of the infinite,_ 24364|_To hear the sound of everlasting breath_ 24364|_To feel as if the heart in us was flesh_ 24364|_To hold ======================================== SAMPLE 11830 ======================================== I could not tell what you mean, my dear; 21700|But this I could see,--no matter what to you 21700|I shall return in glory--but you'll remain 21700|A stranger, and not a brother, if you will. 21700|Of her that is not known I know not, friend, 21700|But I have a great favour; she will be true 21700|To a good husband, and his family, one, 21700|But, to be brief, he must not own her love; 21700|And she must bear with him, save some one come 21700|And marry her, his name and fortune for, 21700|Till she can marry him, and settle life 21700|In some kind of marriage-home: it is his 21700|To make a widow's house seem pleasant. He 21700|May do his worst, but Heaven forgive my strain, 21700|And give us pleasure, and relieve my mind. 21700|There is a lady which I loved, who loves, 21700|And is to be believed, a pious sort of fellow. 21700|She is a little woe-begone and rather lean; 21700|Her teeth are very blue, and her complexion--I 21700|Never saw a woman of her rank so red; 21700|And, what was strange, I knew the colour it wore, 21700|So that, when I had enquired about it more, 21700|She said it was a color she always wore, 21700|Whether running, walking, or playing at ball,-- 21700|In short, she was the stuff of all our hues. 21700|But what was strange was still more strange to prove, 21700|(As a philosopher will say), that she did 21700|That most disagreeable of things, she loved! 21700|They say love is a little like a bell: 21700|You've some choice members of yourself who suffer 21700|To put out those others by some kind of love-- 21700|This is a woman's love, in a nutshell, 21700|If the best of what I have to describe be true. 21700|I wonder much of no great consequence. 21700|I see she is the sort of one whose blood 21700|Is not of purest white, and yet to be 21700|A sweet example to my friends of life: 21700|And therefore I 'm of opinion right, 21700|That there 's something at the bottom of love. 21700|It often happens when a lover lives 21700|Among a lot of women, and does well 21700|Among them, that he becomes so accustomed 21700|To their manners, habits, and their ways, 21700|He believes himself at last so safe in Heaven, 21700|As to be content with what he brings. 21700|For this woman, for herself and her, had 21700|His head been always down in the same shade, 21700|She 's in no case sad; but having got one, 21700|They do not leave it a minute with the dead. 21700|What can I advise she should do? 'Tis strange 21700|She loves him--I should, by the by, be wrong! 21700|But let that go--such a thing, on my word, 21700|Will arouse him better than trying new; 21700|I can't help thinking it a little soft, 21700|When the only lover in a house is he 21700|That brings up children, and 't is not right to say 21700|It makes the women uncomfortable. 21700|At present the man who only cares 21700|In a lady's house to be a gentleman-- 21700|A man that never hath got an ounce of it, 21700|Save a wife's tenderness, does not know where 21700|To find satisfaction; but he is a fool, 21700|And often is, as many have been told. 21700|He does not see, while she's giving him love, 21700|How good he is, how excellent indeed 21700|And good the woman, how well she is loved: 21700|He does not see how good he is--I 'll say it-- 21700|How excellent,--which is better still 21700|For the men that are not lovers in their souls. 21700|I 'll add what I see in the house, but wish 21700|She ======================================== SAMPLE 11840 ======================================== 9889|A soul, a human soul, like ours, whom God may take 9889|And take him what we are,--one of the crowd. 9889|I know it,--and so the Lord will bless 9889|The name that on this very tree 9889|Is written with such a lovely writing. 9889|I know it, and my heart is sick 9889|Knowing that this is not our world! 9889|We are so blessed, I am glad, 9889|As if God made it the best that can-- 9889|A garden of my very own, 9889|With trees whose boughs are covered o'er 9889|With blooms not from this earth; 9889|And I am glad, oh, happy child! 9889|And proud, for this I understand: 9889|That if I did not love thee then 9889|I never should have loved to lie 9889|Within the bowers of thy sweet face, 9889|A child at rest with thy sweet lips-- 9889|Or a lover, a star-hearted man, 9889|That was content beneath a flower 9889|Laid in his own sweet hand. 9889|So I pray--my child, my very child-- 9889|Thou hast some gift in thy dear name 9889|A child could never crave-- 9889|A grace to live and die in; and so 9889|In the strange world I have found thee, be 9889|Thine own all grace and all love, sweet child! 9889|And still thou wert not, child! to me, 9889|Though sweet-voiced, and thy face was fair 9889|And bright; though I did love thee so 9889|That never had I need to weep-- 9889|And now, if thy gentle heart to me 9889|Hath ever thought of sorrow past, 9889|Oh, I will never hide the wound 9889|Thy tender heart hath felt, 9889|Nor name it nor feel it, but shall own 9889|It burns, but love will heal it all! 9889|As if God meant, and bade the world 9889|Be blest without the heart of one 9889|Who loves a little, and loves so much 9889|That when from out the blue beyond 9889|To earth a child's breath could be drawn, 9889|He knew thou wouldst be; and then in love 9889|That child of mine I have been found! 9889|The earth, alas, is not enough; 9889|There needs must be a home in heaven! 9889|Hear my prayer, my darling, then come near, 9889|And say a sweet good-bye to-day! 9889|But ah, my child, I fear I'll lose 9889|Some one whom thou wouldst like to meet, 9889|And so I'm taking thee away: 9889|But do not vex my precious one, 9889|Nor I wish thy home without thee. 9889|For there the sun is a-smiling near, 9889|And the little buds at rest in bud, 9889|And all is bright and bright, and lovely and new 9889|On the green land where thou wouldst love to ride! 9889|But for me there is naught to see, 9889|And naught to see, as I am standing 9889|In the dark of a twilight gray-- 9889|And all is silent, and all is sad, 9889|And my heart is breaking at its worst! 9889|Ah, my little one! Oh, do not grieve 9889|For the lonely spot where thou dost lie; 9889|Though we ne'er may find in the world to-day 9889|Thy love, my darling, or the place that is thine; 9889|But come, my darling; I, too, will go 9889|And gather the flowers that rest by thy feet; 9889|For thou canst see at heaven's gate the angels stand, 9889|And there to them is given in trust to meet, 9889|And so I will not grieve, my darling, for thee, 9889|With the darkness of the twilight and the snow 9889|On thy brow, and sorrow that is all in a breath! 9889|I've had my lesson--I've finished school, 9889|The last ======================================== SAMPLE 11850 ======================================== 5185|Cannot hear the voice of Suwantia, 5185|To the Northland call thy daughter, 5185|Never on the waters roam her, 5185|Never on the shore-lands roam her. 5185|Once was Shingebis, the diver, 5185|Once the blue-ball noiseless prowler, 5185|Round the trees and bushes wandering, 5185|Near the springs of Laughing Water; 5185|Shingebis, the enchanter, sang him 5185|Deer, fish, and birds, and wild fowl, 5185|All the beasts with mighty voice-birds 5185|Sang and screamed in mad rejoicing, 5185|That the youth, Laplander, living 5185|In the land of shineth the reindeer, 5185|In the land of the freezing-hoten 5185|Singing southward as the south wind, 5185|In the mouldering North, rejoicing. 5185|When the youth, Laplander, wishing 5185|Freshness, in the early mornings, 5185|In the early mornings yet warmer, 5185|When his hair had grown long and yellow, 5185|When his limbs were weary he asked 5185|For the youth, the merlinden's blessing. 5185|When the youth, Laplander, living 5185|Now in days of chivalrous riddles, 5185|In the days of old Hetterhaven, 5185|In the age of birches and aspens, 5185|Taught the children to write and cipher, 5185|Brought them all to Tezta, the clay-river. 5185|When his age had reached its maximum, 5185|Then at once he left his tribe-folk, 5185|Left his tribe and life in darkness, 5185|Died a youth unknown in Northland. 5185|In the generations following, 5185|Some in written records telling, 5185|Others in unbound fragments telling 5185|How his death befel Wipunenen. 5185|To the south, beyond the Pohya, 5185|Gathered the ruthless tribes of Lempo, 5185|In his train, the evil tulip, 5185|In his blood the fire-flower, 5185|In his veins the wamalong growing; 5185|From their blood expelled the tulip, 5185|From his breast the wamalong sprouting. 5185|To the north, beyond the Kemi, 5185|Gathered the deadly Siamei, 5185|In their train, Laplang'olin, 5185|Lapland's chieftain and lightning. 5185|Here and there, with fury rising, 5185|Rushing, flying, rolling, battling, 5185|Flashing forth in stormy wrath, 5185|Loudly crashing, loudly dying, 5185|On the shock of battle-field, 5185|On the fields of forced retreat 5185|Flashing forth upon the warriors, 5185|Craning inward, cowering toward heaven, 5185|Each in death fierce-faced and clamorous, 5185|Filling both watchers and observers. 5185|Spake the ancient Wipunen 5185|These the words the Wainamoinen: 5185|"Rise again, O heroes, Wainamoinen, 5185|And be battle-swords in your hands, 5185|Gird thy strong loins within you, 5185|Hasten with me as a warrior, 5185|As a warrior hasten to battle!" 5185|Then the heroes Wainamolin 5185|Gazed intent upon the battle, 5185|This their judgment-seat assessing. 5185|On his shoulders bolted belts, 5185|On his belts, the blades of battle, 5185|Clad in silver studs and azure, 5185|From the hosts of men demolished, 5185|Gained access to the heart of Wainamoinen, 5185|Took him to his seat in battle, 5185|Took the blacksmith of Wainola, 5185|Takes young Lapland's famous minstrel, 5185|To his native parts demurely 5185|Speaks these words of ancient wisdom: 5185|"O thou ancient Wainamoinen ======================================== SAMPLE 11860 ======================================== 11689|A year ago, in the early spring, 11689|I lay in the hedges' shade. 11689|Under a wintry sky, 11689|Asleep, alone: 11689|While in my heart lived hope, 11689|And fear, and love; 11689|And dreams from out of my heart 11689|I tried to tell. 11689|But soon my thoughts would roam, 11689|And with them go 11689|Swept through all the wide world, 11689|From field to wood. 11689|To my lone place of rest 11689|I would not brook to hear 11689|The voices of men, 11689|When out of the city's din, 11689|The summer night. 11689|A song, an evening song, 11689|I laid upon the earth, 11689|That in the earth it grew, 11689|Singing and singing. 11689|But soon the wind and rain 11689|Stirred up the grasses 11689|And all the flowers awoke; 11689|And the sun came shining, 11689|And the birds came springing. 11689|And in the midst of the song, 11689|At the sound of his foot, 11689|That little one stirred, 11689|And hid his face, and looked 11689|Farther in the grass. 11689|And when I came to the place 11689|I laid me down and lay 11689|On the soft grass with my head 11689|Sodden and heavy. 11689|Then slowly, slowly crept 11689|The weary night away; 11689|And when the sun's red face 11689|Was slowly growing dim, 11689|I knew the light was gone, 11689|And thought of what had been. 11689|But still I dreamt of light, 11689|Of laughter, and of love, 11689|Till the grass shook, and suddenly 11689|My heart grew faint and cold. 11689|It was at last, at last 11689|I saw the light of day, 11689|But from the shining day, 11689|It was as if the day 11689|Forgot its name. 11689|It was, it was, when the earth, 11689|Like a little child, 11689|Gave back her earthy birth, 11689|And took the sunlight's place. 11689|It was at last, at last, 11689|The sun returned to me, 11689|And made the sky 11689|My radiant home again. 11689|Oh, it was then, it was then, 11689|I saw my God! in me. 11689|I loved myself before I loved my God. 11689|And as it was, to-day 11689|It is my highest praise 11689|My love has brought thee back. 11689|You can make your own story, though, and know 11689|That all the rest will never stand the test. 11689|I've learned that, since I met you, there has come 11689|No love like mine, no story like the mine. 11689|And so I write it in the world of men, 11689|With voices from the land of the sparrows far, 11689|To prove that ever love grows great and strong 11689|When love is pure, and love can never faint. 11689|For love is strong when love is simple joy: 11689|It cannot fail, though it should fail from thee; 11689|It cannot flinch from the high desire 11689|And the ardent years, though it should flinch then.... 11689|It only falters, a little bit, 11689|When love is simple joy. 11689|When I came back to your place of life, 11689|I did not go to greet you with the crowd. 11689|I came alone, to keep my heart pure, 11689|And keep my steps true, to see my eyes 11689|Grow brighter when I drew near to you, 11689|And see my mouth not filled with praise 11689|For the way you treated me like friends. 11689|I did not go to all your parties, 11689|My lips would never talk and your steps 11689|Would never lead me--too much--to them. 11689|I had grown to be content ======================================== SAMPLE 11870 ======================================== 2620|And my heart, a little wistful and sad, 2620|Would leave her and his? 2620|In truth I do not wonder, oh, no, 2620|That I am not a wife, 2620|For my life's worth is so many a score, 2620|That many a wife I may catch,-- 2620|Yet was I born to be a wife, 2620|My love will come, his wife to be. 2620|To-day she came to me with light 2620|To call in a fairy's ear-- 2620|I would not have her come in; 2620|I said, dear, be not so harsh, 2620|I am so young, I dare not stay! 2620|She bent her cheek to mine, her eyes 2620|Gleamed, and--I said, dear, you take 2620|My part of the feast; your love must be 2620|The whole, the rarest part. 2620|Now that she's a wife, she soon will 2620|Take half of the feast away; 2620|I would have a half as freely, now 2620|As now the last time were I forgot. 2620|But, though she takes the rest away, 2620|She cannot keep the rest of me. 2620|Though she takes the whole away, 2620|She cannot keep the rest of me; 2620|If she only takes the part 2620|Of a child, I shall have wings 2620|And laugh and sing as I pass through the sky. 2620|I dreamed that I had lived in the great world long, 2620|When I was but as a tiny flower; 2620|And I loved, oh, so much, that I told my love 2620|In a language I love on the tree; 2620|I said, Dear, you shall have this and mine 2620|When this life is gone, and this life too. 2620|But how could I know that it was so quite, 2620|When all our lives were so little and small? 2620|For when I had spoken the word to go, 2620|My very heart it was glad to obey, 2620|Saying, Dear, you shall have this one thing more, 2620|This and the one thing else I can give you best-- 2620|My place in the world! 2620|I have dreamed a thousand dreams, 2620|All perfectly sweet and fair; 2620|I have dreamed a thousand dreams, 2620|And yet I only dream one. 2620|The leaves are green, and the sky is blue, 2620|And I lie and love, and love very well. 2620|I have no place to hide my head-- 2620|I have no heart to sorrow so-- 2620|I have no heart to sorrow or to pray, 2620|I have no heart to sigh or to sigh. 2620|I have no home to go to when the day 2620|Is very near, and my heart is sore, 2620|And the world is dark and the road is long, 2620|And the road is deep and the end more near. 2620|I have no hope, my heart, but a yearning 2620|To rest beneath old summer winds, 2620|With a kiss, and a song, and a sleep, and God, 2620|To die a little as God dies who can. 2620|The wind is blowing in the valley far, 2620|A strange strange noise is in the air, 2620|And in the night in wonder much I marvel 2620|Why it sounds so strangely and strange. 2620|Oh, it is nothing, and I do not care, 2620|The wind that sweeps across the grass, 2620|Or the voice of it, and the voice of it 2620|Are more worth than all the world or all, 2620|Or all the moon or all the sun. 2620|Oh, the wild wood is wide, and the wild wood is still, 2620|It is the same there even, and the same there above-- 2620|The same only if the long ago, 2620|The long ago, with a voice too wild for words, 2620|When the woods were all around, and the night was wild, 2620|And the starlight all around was blinding, 2620|A child came running out with a smile: ======================================== SAMPLE 11880 ======================================== 4331|That is for the soul that is pure 4331|That is for the soul that is poor 4331|This is the world and all things fair 4331|That is the reason I say 4331|That all these songs I am singing 4331|Are for the heart that is free 4331|From the fear and the loveliness 4331|Of wealth and the pride of youth 4331|That's the reason this praise I speak 4331|(Song for the soul that is weary) 4331|That's why I sit here here singing. 4331|All of the old loves that we had 4331|Are forgotten 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide, 4331|And a love as strong 4331|That was bound to last 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide 4331|And all of the old loves that we had 4331|Are forgotten: 4331|And so all of the world's wide and wide 4331|Is for the soul that is old and sick 4331|That is for the soul that is old 4331|As long as the world's wide and wide 4331|And all of the old loves that we had 4331|Are forgotten. 4331|The World's Desire 4331|To the world's desire 4331|To the world's desire 4331|The World's Desire 4331|I am a butterfly 4331|In the breath of the Spring 4331|With a wish for the way 4331|As I pass the threshold 4331|And step into the night 4331|With a love within my breast 4331|As I pass the threshold 4331|And step into the night 4331|To seek for the way 4331|To seek for the way 4331|To seek for the way 4331|And the wild desire 4331|To go where the flowers may 4331|The World's Desire 4331|I am a worm in the mire, 4331|A shadow of the dust 4331|I would not be a part 4331|Of the life that I live 4331|I would not be a part 4331|Of the life that I live 4331|But it is mine 4331|It is mine 4331|The thing I long for 4331|It is the light of her eyes 4331|And the things that she sees 4331|The thing I long for 4331|Because because because because 4331|It is all that I need 4331|Because because because-- 4331|But it is all that I need 4331|Because because because 4331|It is all that I need 4331|Because because because } 4331|Because because } 4331|Because because } 4331|Because because 4331|Because because 4331|Because because 4331|Because because 4331|In the world that I live 4331|In the world that I live 4331|I know what I must do 4331|In the world that I live 4331|For her love,-- 4331|So let it be 4331|So let it be 4331|For her love, 4331|And the love of other women 4331|And the love of other men 4331|And the passion of other men 4331|And the passion of other men 4331|And the life that she has given 4331|And the life that she gives 4331|And the life that she gives 4331|For the life she has given 4331|But she is the life I need 4331|For the life that she gives 4331|Because because because 4331|Because because because 4331|Because because because 4331|As I went through the street 4331|And down the crowded square 4331|Of Broadway, one after one 4331|The spangles and flowers went up 4331|On every house, 4331|As if the whole world smiled together 4331 ======================================== SAMPLE 11890 ======================================== 20|His face before me so sublime, I beare 20|Unto the height of Pilchaean triumph high, 20|Which late we saw not; for our eyes were fixt. 20|But ere the winged Spirits hast no doubt 20|To our ascent had flown, they made their way 20|Without more part, and approaching near 20|Laurels grace, more glorious far than now 20|Ennobling, to my sight they chang'd their gree 20|In colour and appearance; they became 20|As when Aurora her fair face doth overspread, 20|Betokening spring-tide hope and heavenward travel. 20|The heav'nly Spirits with rendev'ning cry 20|Rav'd on and fought impenetrable fire; 20|At thir approach forth from within they tore 20|Thir flesh and shed convulsive smoke: then thus 20|Up brak'st the mountain, up as high as he 20|His stately stature rearing on his crest, 20|Prone to the Sun, who his suff'rings saw, 20|Approaching sore, thus spake th' omnific Word. 20|World in confusion, clear in error stand 20|If so God doom the world, who in him plac'd 20|Kingdoms, crowns, powers, prelates, prelates' office, 20|Majesties, powers, prelates' rights, liberties, 20|Fruits of earth, of sky, of ocean, springs, 20|Sulphures and springs; if so the word be true, 20|Sith after fire our race is fin'd, spurn'd, 20|Down from his throne, down to th' infernal pit, 20|DERRICA prognathiz'd, from crime and dust 20|Devoutly rend'n, if he but sober know 20|Who slew Sion's valiant son; or if he know 20|From whence his head broke off, or whither fled, 20|For whom in Heaven his glory spreads so wide: 20|For him, in Infernal no deluge down dropp'd, 20|But pours out vengeance from the great Divine. 20|When thou, O Heaven-born King, shalt come within 20|His watching eye, to witness if we know 20|From whence he sprang, and what he to endue 20|With sovereign dignity, and what he seeks 20|With hostile councils to undo what Heaven 20|Endued him, to his mighty heart will come 20|Pleasure and elocution, that this ground 20|May answer to thy hearing and thy eyes, 20|While great Minerva from her throne on high 20|Shall with unequall'd aspect by him appear, 20|Prompting her fieriest wrath, if any fear 20|Hinders his deed, as well that rash desire 20|Which on the seventh day led him from the place, 20|Our God is angry, and our anger sends forth 20|Seven Suns to battle; one and all prepare 20|To strike his face; till seven times re-inherit 20|The holy vows he plighted to his breath; 20|Eight and eight meet at his right hand, to stand 20|Enflamed with his fierce image, and inflame 20|His bloodshot eye, till all our fury spent, 20|He quench'd his flame in sleep, and took his flight. 20|Mean while the Kings, the high avenging hand, 20|Hath in the seventh seen approach the starry train; 20|Of these, th' exceeding large supply that mounted 20|Hath fallen in clouds, and to the lowest depth 20|Bent earth's foundations under; for from sight 20|Of them, of Heaven's just Lord, there is no light. 20|Him then, of Kings the strong com paragon, 20|Afar from battle, all his warriors stood, 20|And him this answer'd from his natal hill: 20|"What! are ye all detached, ye dead to life, 20|What honour, what reward, can I for these 20|Bestow, who, in my censorious humour, poor, 20|Lie slain in tents or mountains? What care I 20|To fill or to replenish a puny orb? 20|I care not, by your lives, though I have fill'd 20|Your vacant ages, which are more deserv'd 20|Than these, your lot submit; let them ======================================== SAMPLE 11900 ======================================== 3255|And, "Well, it's the end," you think. "I can't be in the end." 3255|Then you get so proud and feel you've got it, 3255|No matter what you say. 3255|"Then what do I care what people say - 3255|I have my own way. 3255|"I'm proud of how I did in my own sight 3255|Last time around; 3255|"Why not now?" you say. 3255|Then you go and leave. 3255|It's strange to feel that you don't 3255|Need to stand 3255|And watch what is going on with God: 3255|He is all-wise here. 3255|Let him be glad and proud of the years he's had; 3255|But you! 3255|You're a good little boy 3255|(And it's fun, to be a good little boy). 3255|"But not," you say, 3255|"What if I did get to the end first?" 3255|Then you don't know 3255|How very hard it is to do right by me; 3255|You don't know 3255|What a life is worth, 3255|And why you are so proud of it. 3255|When you get to the end you must say 3255|That you have made a name, 3255|And it's "Well, it's not the end." 3255|When you have made yourself a name 3255|You will not need to say, 3255|"Well, it's "Forgetting is not making!" . . . 3255|You will hold to that truth 3255|Without the pride. 3255|Then it's "Well, I won't forget, 3255|And so is she." When you have done 3255|The work for which you were destined, 3255|You will be happy to know 3255|That you were right. 3255|"Well, what did I do just now?" 3255|You cry. . . . 3255|(And it's "But I was not thinking!") 3255|"You came in the middle of it, 3255|Then you!" 3255|I do not know. I did not know! 3255|And, being young, 3255|I did not mind. 3255|What use to talk to me? 3255|I cannot understand 3255|What you say. 3255|I do not say, "Well, what else 3255|I found?" 3255|I do not say: "Oh! Well, you must 3255|Have been thinking!" 3255|I only say: "Why? . . . 3255|You thought!" 3255|When I am dead and nothing can tell me 3255|If I was right or wrong, 3255|That will be none of your concern - 3255|So that, when you ask me: "You proved it 3255|(Why, then, call me "Confirmed!")". . . 3255|No doubt the whole thing was made so 3255|For your disappointment. 3255|But, since I know I was right, 3255|Nothing that I did 3255|Would be of much consequence 3255|But what faith you feel. 3255|And since I know, even, if only 3255|You will not believe, 3255|That 'twas not just a matter of chance 3255|That I believed; 3255|So, from any kind of trouble 3255|Or peril, 3255|I'll think no less of that. 3255|The day is done: 3255|The day is in the sky: 3255|And I, with eyes of weeping, 3255|And hands outstretched 3255|Over my faithless world,-- 3255|A little sad, a little sad. 3255|And now the solemn hour has come. 3255|And now my duty is done, 3255|And nothing more to do. 3255|I am done with being sorry. 3255|I am free of my desire: 3255|I leave behind that weary world 3255|Lone and dismayed. 3255|The day is past: 3255|In the broad daylight, 3255|The day is done for aye; 3255|And I, not ======================================== SAMPLE 11910 ======================================== 1020|This is our day, this is the feast! 1020|This is the only one, my lord. 1020|A few more years of life the old 1020|Will yield, till men grow wiser, wiser. 1020|We who are old are very old, 1020|And men will not be enlightened till we are old. 1020|One of your old companions, 1020|One of four companions, 1020|Suffering from the other three, 1020|To the last it is the same. 1020|One has passed from us, we are dead. 1020|But you, my little man, 1020|I will tell you: 1020|It is not to be wondered at, 1020|Although you cannot die. 1020|And if, when you were young, 1020|You could not sleep, 1020|And you had not been dead before 1020|Your eyes grew heavy. 1020|But you were young and beautiful, 1020|You were not afraid; 1020|And your feet, you would run to your bed, 1020|You would be back again. 1020|And sometimes your heart beat too 1020|To your place there, 1020|When you had been at rest all night, 1020|And you rested on my breast. 1020|Then with the morning sweet 1020|You would be at rest once more: 1020|And the night before you had to see 1020|What was your last hour of love. 1020|And there was my last hour, 1020|And I held you to me. 1020|With my old hand as I held you close, 1020|You were mine, in spite of you. 1020|Then I held you close until the last, 1020|And the night of your love, 1020|And the night of your love, 1020|And I held you close, and kissed and caressed 1020|All my little darling boy. 1020|And I cried for it in my sleep. 1020|And my heart kept throbbing in my breast; 1020|And I kept saying to myself: 1020|If you loved me, I am content, 1020|For I love you, little man. 1020|And the night before you had to wait 1020|And the night before you died. 1020|And I had to wait and cry in pain. 1020|And I had to lie awake, 1020|While you laughed at your poor wife, 1020|And you walked about and laughed at me, 1020|And my heart kept throbbing there. 1020|And my heart kept throbbing and beating. 1020|And you told me how the children played. 1020|And my heart kept throbbing, and ringing. 1020|And all nights you were sleeping by me. 1020|Then I was silent, and then I was angry. 1020|And I had to sit beside you, 1020|With my arms about you, 1020|And kiss you and kiss you, and sigh for you. 1020|You would have been angry with me. 1020|And I had to sit and see it all, 1020|And you kept coming near to me, 1020|And saying for you were happy, happy time, 1020|When the children were happy with you. 1020|But the children are not with you now. 1020|Your old hands came again, 1020|And you said, "My, how the people think! 1020|Their love is so sweet it hurts me, 1020|I see them come, 1020|The children from your arms with laughter 1020|In the corner; 1020|Do you remember our happy times, 1020|And the night of our happiness?" 1020|And my heart seemed to beat wildly, 1020|And I kissed you; 1020|And your hands came a little closer 1020|And I said: "When your own children are sleeping 1020|Their old love is over, darling. 1020|And our young ones never again shall smile 1020|In our eyes and be happy. 1020|But your arms are ever near me still." 1020|And a little laugh laughed on you; 1020|And you said: "When the children go to sleep, 1020|I lie by them, 1020|And watch them with tender love. ======================================== SAMPLE 11920 ======================================== 9889|And you, O Love! may you be 9889|A kind and a holy thing. 9889|The eyes of the little lady 9889|Are all upon you, 9889|And yet, O little lady, 9889|Their glances are vain. 9889|You are a fair and a noble creature 9889|Because they see you 9889|But naught but a face of cold scorn 9889|At the ends of the universe. 9889|You are a fine and a bright creature 9889|Because they find you, 9889|And you have no face at all 9889|And no eyes of light, 9889|And none but a face of cold scorn 9889|At the ends of the universe. 9889|There is a certain kind of thing 9889|Which is not and which is not not not-- 9889|A bird which cannot fly 9889|And a fish which cannot swim; 9889|A bird which flutters like a bird 9889|And is neither beautiful nor fleet; 9889|A fish which neither gills nor stings; 9889|A bird which moves when the breeze moves-- 9889|Is the thing and is the thing. 9889|How the thing and the thing relate-- 9889|What the whole means!-- 9889|Only the eyes and the head!-- 9889|A bird upon my knee! 9889|"A little bird is a little thing, 9889|A little fish is a fine thing, 9889|A little bird is a nice thing 9889|And a little fish is a rare thing-- 9889|A bird and a fish is the best one!" 9889|He who is always waiting for me outside 9889|In the cold and the dew and the wind, 9889|With the lids half open and eyes glistening 9889|Upon his hat, 9889|He who is always waiting for me 9889|In the dark and the rain and the dew. 9889|He, and his kind, are in all spaces 9889|Shining and bright; 9889|They are the angels and they are the demons 9889|That scare us, oh my Love! 9889|Are the serpents that are writhing 9889|Thrice about their eyes, 9889|Are the demons that assail us 9889|In all the sultrances. 9889|Love, though he are of mortal birth, 9889|I have heard that his birth was with the gods,-- 9889|I have heard that his life was all divine, 9889|And his soul was like a golden thread 9889|Which hung about him with silvery care; 9889|But now--yet now, Love, am I afraid. 9889|Love, it was a beautiful face in the street 9889|That was all the world to me,-- 9889|For the gods, with their human smiles, 9889|Are a strange kind of gods to me. 9889|O soul that is so strangely fond of me, 9889|I think the god who was once all a man, 9889|Though beautiful, strange, and fair-- 9889|May have changed back again. 9889|I saw her just now. . . . 9889|"Oh, what a splendid storm you've sent!" 9889|"I wonder who will take my place?" 9889|"I'll be all right then; you'll surely do!" 9889|Oh, the lovely storm that swept across the sky 9889|And covered the village with snow! 9889|I see that she is sitting in front of the shop 9889|With an ice-cream cone in her hand. 9889|For the cone was stuck there when she put it there, 9889|And the snow has gathered round it now; 9889|It is quite time to eat it--I do not see 9889|What she might like the taste of my chocolate. 9889|I wonder if she knows I am a boy, 9889|And how they've made me a god to appease him, 9889|Whose heart is not the same as a girl's anymore, 9889|And I wonder if she knows I am afraid. 9889|And she is sitting there so cold and white, 9889|With the ice-cream still stuck to her hand; 9889|I'm so tired of the world I love so well-- 9889|What is it ======================================== SAMPLE 11930 ======================================== 24334|Where the long line of the church spanned the fields to the sea, 24334|With a bower of rose, and a shade of a violet. 24334|The young bride sat and cried; but the bridegroom smiled, 24334|As he looked upon her; and then--as he sat and sighed-- 24334|She fell; and she made no sound, as she lay there dead. 24334|Yet--at least the bridegroom knew of the deed well, 24334|And took the sword from the bride-bed on the river side; 24334|But the young bridegroom he looked, and--no voice or face, 24334|As he looked upon the face of the maid he'd wed. 24334|One day I saw that maid of ancient days! 24334|In her hair, of that long soft colour 24334|Whose lustre and beauty make 24334|A pearl the pearl-of-medal. 24334|Her eyes are ever awake; 24334|Her heart is always by; 24334|She sees afar, far away, 24334|Her future husband's fame. 24334|So, when the summer sun is sleeping, 24334|And the flowers are waking to life, 24334|She dreams of him for whom they spring, 24334|And feel the joy of his name; 24334|And so she hears the songs from the waters, 24334|As of another's name. 24334|It came to pass in that day that I saw her 24334|Upon the river-bank, alone, alone: 24334|And, looking up, I could not, could not see her, 24334|My eyes were downward cast. 24334|But when I turned, her form I'd seen before, 24334|And knew she was I now was lost to view; 24334|Then up began in me to yearn for her,-- 24334|To see her eyes light up, her hair rise wild; 24334|To hear her voice come, with a long, strange stir,-- 24334|To see her lips' red bloom. 24334|'Twas a summer's noon, in the May-day, 24334|In the village of the same, 24334|In the court-yard of the church, one summer, 24334|Before the children stood and stared; 24334|It was the mother's, and she spoke to the 24334|little ones aloud. 24334|She bade her children come and be with her-- 24334|Oh, so gracious she spoke! 24334|"I love you all, and my love will still 24334|Stay with you year by year," she said, 24334|As they stood in the twilight of the year. 24334|And, looking up, I could not, could not see her, 24334|My eyes were downward cast; 24334|But when the sun was sunken in the west, 24334|And darkness veiled the scene, 24334|I heard--as from a far-off rocky cleft 24334|I had heard echoes roar-- 24334|A little voice, "What is it, my little 24334|Daughter, hath happened to-day?" 24334|"Daughter," she thin her eyes, "the cowslip 24334|And the red tulip stood at my door,-- 24334|For the little children all had come 24334|To the fair one's wedding. 24334|I did as the mother of the children 24334|Had bid me, and I found them all 24334|Where the little children stood at my door, 24334|While I was away forlorn, 24334|And kissed them, as I kissed their little mother 24334|When she saw me go. 24334|Then, while all the fair ones in the row 24334|Called and cheered me,--"Mother, dear, dear!" 24334|I asked them what was strange--their words came slow, 24334|And were so sweet and meek. 24334|There was one, alone, that said, an eager child, 24334|"Daughter, dine with us, when we're back again. 24334|The food--you look hungry--say, have you none 24334|To share with us?" 24334|Then I told her,--not in words but in deed,-- 24334|Their food awaited them,--the home-done song 24334|B ======================================== SAMPLE 11940 ======================================== 20956|But now 'tis past and gone, but ere it be, 20956|To me it is more sweet to be alone, 20956|For solitude, when it has a season, 20956|Bears sweetest things on its bosom; so it was. 20956|To be alone, to lose myself in aught 20956|Which the whole world has given, is more sweet 20956|Than in the world to have one's whole substance; 20956|As, if you will, I may have all you be. 20956|If all the world have not, then you're all, 20956|And I, my dear, you have none; but I knew 20956|The very centre of the whole great world 20956|Somewhere underneath a green-girdled cloud; 20956|And where it is not, is, and, and were; 20956|It is not in a hole, and where it is not 20956|I have not to look up to any star. 20956|Ah! 'tis but in a lump, the very same; 20956|Ah! 'twas there you said, as you took me first, 20956|And as I was walking all together 20956|Straying to the end of my life, I lost, 20956|Thoughts and memories as it seems to be; 20956|And, too, a little money which I lent 20956|The old and ailing one, as being sweet 20956|In the dark hole, where it was, shall remain 20956|When I shall look up to my heaven now. 20956|Ah, now that I find thus that heaven does 20956|Have something in it not to hurt the heart, 20956|What should follow?--Let's see, dear, for the first, 20956|Dear, and best end of all, a little love, 20956|A little of my heart and a little of mine. 20956|The next is your heart, my dear, 20956|That from of old did not love me; 20956|The next, your hand, my dear, 20956|In love to lie upon my lips; 20956|The third is your heart, my dear, 20956|And all my being full of you; 20956|But most your heart, my fair, 20956|And all your being full of me. 20956|Love's first first first-born: 20956|The next first-born, the last last last, 20956|Of what shall come after we have died, 20956|The nextmost next to be named. 20956|Love's second first first-born: 20956|The second last first-born last, 20956|Whose next is our last next-of-kin. 20956|Love's third then second last 20956|That is as last after we are dead, 20956|And then our last is our last last. 20956|Love's third then second last 20956|That is as second last after death, 20956|And then our next is our next in death. 20956|Love's fourth then second last 20956|That is as second last after death, 20956|And then our second last is our second last. 20956|Love's fourth then second last 20956|That is as second last, whose second last. 20956|A thousand dances, 20956|A thousand loves, 20956|A thousand hearts, 20956|A thousand kisses, 20956|A thousand loves that are forgotten never; 20956|But the last lover's fire, whose flaming heart 20956|Shall yet go out with love, shall yet be mine. 20956|My second-love, in all that's noble and true, 20956|In all that's beautiful, in all that's fair, 20956|Shall yet go out with me. 20956|My second-love in all that's worthy of praise, 20956|In all that's beautiful, in all that's right, 20956|Shall yet go out with me. 20956|My third-love--a queen by the sweet sea shore, 20956|On whom the golden boughs are leaning-- 20956|She may forget me not; but yet shall she bring 20956|From out her breast the dew that slept for me. 20956|But my third-love in all that's worthy of fame, 20956|In all that's beautiful, in all that ======================================== SAMPLE 11950 ======================================== 3650|The moon and the stars in the darkness 3650|In the sky of the world with its stars 3650|All have fled and gone down into it, 3650|Lights, and shadows of night; 3650|Yet still, upon the darkening earth 3650|The earth weeps and grieves, and thinks 3650|Of a life of beauty passed away, 3650|But not of the life to be, 3650|The dream is dead in her heart, 3650|All things are changed 3650|In the world with its stars and moon. 3650|The night has no wings like the stars, 3650|The stars have no tails to bear them; 3650|The moons have no faces of light 3650|To smile upon, to love, to bless; 3650|The earth has no thoughts or wishes 3650|Save the thought that we have not done 3650|Alike for man, nor shall do 3650|For any creature after death, 3650|For any man but his own soul, 3650|For that alone which knows no wrong, 3650|Bade her children flee from her 3650|Because she was blind and deaf. 3650|Yet the stars are deaf as the worst of men, 3650|And blind as the worst of poets, the fool of fools: 3650|The night has no wings to soar so high 3650|And none to run on such a weary fire, 3650|And none to run in such a far-stretching ring! 3650|The moon has no arms to cradle and rest on; 3650|The night has no lips to kiss so softly 3650|The soft hand of heaven holds no lips to breathe 3650|To the blessed stars and to earth's welcome babe. 3650|The morning stars like gold hair set on, 3650|Like hair about the forehead of God, 3650|Shower bright and soft through heaven's green air 3650|Upon the face of the good Lord God! 3650|We, like the golden curls, that curl 3650|Up the cold, blue face of the morning! 3650|We, like the morning's face of light 3650|That smiles down from an opening palm-- 3650|Aflame with the pure and holy light 3650|We are, and shall remain, for aye! 3650|The earth, with all its crooks of green, 3650|And pinks of dew, and bells of gold 3650|Ripe at her birth from the milky rest, 3650|And the green heaven is a nest 3650|For us, the stars, who have no plumes 3650|Or sails for heaven beside us cast. 3650|We, like the morning's face of love, 3650|With eyes that burn like golden fire, 3650|And sweet young lips our parting kiss 3650|Do kiss with love, where'er we go, 3650|And where life's weeds of rest are strown, 3650|Beneath the green shade of heaven's breast, 3650|Where'er fair flowers of all hues hang 3650|Till life's crown is on the brow of night. 3650|But we that, from our morning rose-trees plucked, 3650|Shall look through a new morning here at last, 3650|When the first light of the world shall shine full-shine, 3650|Shall see no misty bowers, but, all-clear, 3650|Our own fair land lie sun-ward under us! 3650|Out of our hands, but out of our hearts, 3650|The land, the life-giving stream, shall rise. 3650|O sweet, to whom life's morning rose 3650|Is but a morning flower with you. 3650|For when, with its blushing saints and holy, 3650|Our lives are hung in festal robes and flowers, 3650|Their rosy buds o'erleafing heaven shall blossom 3650|And bear to earth's heart in gifts of fruit and gold 3650|The dawn-stars and the world! 3650|But ere the dawn shall bring to light our birth, 3650|Or the world's first morning be upon us; 3650|Ere we stand up in the world's great noon, 3650|Ere the white-browed morning shall look back, 3650|And look on this fair land, whose ======================================== SAMPLE 11960 ======================================== 24869|For that I ne’er could see his face, 24869|But when I heard the name of him 24869|Whose ear is pierced by shafts that jar 24869|Of Vánars or Brahmá’s care. 24869|O, would some boon from Vishṇu’s hand 24869|Had borne this dire desire away, 24869|Which, if my son had died, would make 24869|The fiend of such a fiend the might. 24869|Hast thou not ever in thy breast 24869|The name of Yáma, Raghu’s son, 24869|Whose evil mind and evil deeds 24869|Are still the woes of humankind. 24869|Thy heart’s delight, O King, beware 24869|The evil he will do, 24869|And grant, O Deenday, but small grace 24869|To him thou art about to greet.” 24869|Canto XIX. Visvámitra’s Story. 24869|When that bold Vánar saw him speak 24869|And tried to turn away his eyes, 24869|With sudden flush of grief he stood, 24869|And thus to Janak’s child replied: 24869|“Oh thou mayst do thy Ráma’s claim 24869|So hard that never hope of man 24869|Thou mayst for aye betake thy soul 24869|To this and that undertaking, 24869|As if thou wouldst joy and gain 24869|At my approach in hope to win. 24869|Thou hast not heard the fiend whose hand 24869|The tree of Ráma from its root 24869|Had torn from Raghu, king of men, 24869|Who in the wood of Life dwelt. 24869|Yet Ráma’s sire is here, my lord, 24869|And lies at Rávaṇ’s feet.” 24869|When, as he spoke, the Vánar raised 24869|His head as high as highest mount 24869|That drew the sun’s whole field of light, 24869|While tears fell fast from his eyes, 24869|Thus spoke to that fierce warrior: 24869|“See Ráma once more my arms,” 24869|He cried, “and, though the sun is high, 24869|See Lakshmaṇ ’scape the fire which hither led 24869|His lord for succour to the sea. 24869|No wily stroke the foe repelled; 24869|No dart which arrow-sharp can stay, 24869|Fierce as the lion black and strong 24869|That roars and howls as fierce he stands: 24869|Yet for my aid again I stand. 24869|He, for these arms, as mighty as he, 24869|Forsooth shall slay this fiend that drew 24869|His bow and arrows and each pointed steel, 24869|Or all my might shall fail him. 24869|The fruitless task that waits on him 24869|To slay this fiend, my lord, is sore. 24869|In vain the Vánar guides his bow 24869|And seeks the fiend, but when he draws 24869|His arrow, that he misses, flies, 24869|Like Indra’s fire that blinds the eyes 24869|When from the heavenly lamp it glows. 24869|When by my shafts he falls, at length 24869|My strength at length shall fail to stay, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, when I sink to rest 24869|Within my own retreat of flowers. 24869|O, if with sword the fiend I slew 24869|And drove the arrow at his heart, 24869|By all the might of Raghu’s seed, 24869|And all the weapons with him brought, 24869|Then would I fail not in this strife, 24869|But would my bow and arrows grant, 24869|And with him slain this fiend destroy, 24869|Then in the gloomless night again 24869|The fiend’s and I might face the same. 24869|O Ráma, might I arm again, 24869|And thou the battle-shaft wield, 24869|With sword and mace, by all ======================================== SAMPLE 11970 ======================================== 1279|And, in the end, when all is said, 1279|I'll write o'er thy last sad page 1279|A letter in thy sight, 1279|An' send thee back thine ain true love, 1279|Wha speaks sae sweetly to thy ear, 1279|With the best o' heart and hand, 1279|Ae letter of a kiss, 1279|And sets yon lake a-shine, 1279|For a' we hear an' see a' angels be'ind. 1279|Sweet, be good, dear, dear! 1279|Tho' I had God at present, 1279|God I might be worse 1279|Than you or Elizabeth's age, 1279|Or ever ye've been before. 1279|If I had God at present, 1279|Ye Gods above, I should see 1279|A thousand deaths before me laid 1279|That's why I'm so d--d. 1279|I want them, I--and ye; 1279|Yer love to me a living gain, 1279|That's why I'm so drowsy. 1279|To be with you! doo doo doo doo. 1279|It's that, an' that, an' that; 1279|I want them, I--and ye; 1279|Go to your bed, ye'll offend me so, 1279|I've had too much care in yer nappy. 1279|"The Lord made out a Man," by Charles Fry, _Written for the present 1279|Gentleman, We are almost come into the season 1279|Of dear Mr. F--l--d's returning home; 1279|For he, sae b--cht as a king, 1279|Hath left this world forrahnc akrew--, 1279|But he's come back safe at the season after warning, 1279|And danc'd to the Rose and the Astarte, 1279|And he's danc'd to the Rose and the Astarte. 1279|We're proud they ladies come nippy: 1279|Ourselves shoo's himsel', and hersel', 1279|To ourselves too, if we'll but keep our vow, 1279|We'll keep our vow. 1279|We're loo!--and we're loo!--and we're loo! 1279|Tho' we're b--cht as a king, 1279|He's ta'en his drappy a', and he's ta'en his drappy, 1279|It's we who are wi' the wind in our faces, sae whist, 1279|As aye we're wi' the wind. 1279|He heeds not the clattering wawpies, 1279|Nor counts the kye that please him best; 1279|He feels no man's hurt that standeth not by, 1279|Nor any man's praise that is undeserved; 1279|"He hates not flesh with souple face," 1279|Says Shakespeare. 1279|He heeds not the cry of hurt thou get not in head, 1279|Nor the curse of loss if to be good one's tried; 1279|But he'd be all right, if he could get t' th' frontiers, 1279|As aye t' th' frontiers. 1279|There is a noble Lord that hath a high-born peer; 1279|Tho' some there be that love him, yet freen'st the tongue, 1279|To praise as daft a thing that yet is daft; 1279|It is but noble Lord's word, 1279|It is but noble Lord's word. 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer; 1279|I am he, and he is I; 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer, 1279|A b--ch o' us throu'the earsel hill; 1279|As b--ch o' us throu'the earsel hill. 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer; 1279|I trust his word to do. 1279|There is a noble Lord, that hath a high-born Peer 1279|That dungare ev' l ======================================== SAMPLE 11980 ======================================== 1279|A' maun be the first to know! 1279|An' I've sic a mind to tell-- 1279|But I sha'n't name the name-- 1279|That this is the last 1279|Afore de wedding-week! 1279|An', I doubt na, sir, but it'll be de time 1279|Your hame sud be plaizin' in new green; 1279|An' deir wills o' meat an' winnock, 1279|May nip like a ceed: 1279|But deir ain't mair ca'd Lassie Jane, 1279|Wi' luve's nae doubt but we'll get along: 1279|Syne, sud deir maun to sing at ten 1279|At deir young-man's song, 1279|Syne, deir maun to crack on deir pitch 1279|O' gude sang, o' gude sang o' gude Jane! 1279|Deir ain't ca'd luve or ain! 1279|An' gin we were but three 1279|He'd win a cot au sunny air, 1279|An' tak good care o' us, young men! 1279|An' tak' hooly livin' sheen 1279|For sic an' urgent reasons, 1279|An' leevin' luve's maun be seen, young men! 1279|Deir ain't no saucy, lassie! 1279|She needs nae coof upon her 1279|To say, "Her fair face ye'll loe." 1279|But say, "How is it now ye see, 1279|Her genty body ye loe?" 1279|Then, gin ye're hae some au sunny air, 1279|Deir isn't no lassie, 1279|But young Mary Loves a new head; 1279|For she's nae mair sae fair. 1279|And deir lips o' charnel smile 1279|On Mary's bonie mou'; 1279|An' if this e'er was seen to lie, 1279|Sae we'll see our ain, Mary Loves. 1279|When I was young an' skelpin' in the flares, 1279|Owd Janus, with his auld scythe blade, 1279|An' scythe-grass stappit in his grutchi' grutch, 1279|Was ae bairn, an' royal: 1279|He was thriftless, an' hirple, hirple, 1279|As the cheek o' the bride. 1279|I was thriftless, an' hirple, hirple, 1279|My mother was hirple, 1279|An' the braw brood o' her bonie lasses 1279|Were a' hirple, hirple, 1279|Sae I row'd in the warl', my bonie laddie, 1279|Or the hirple, hirple, 1279|As the cheek o' the bride. 1279|I met a lassie on the green, 1279|She stacher the bar on Gunniford Braes; 1279|I stacher the bar to stacher her, 1279|Sae I stacher the bar on her, 1279|And made it my ain, 1279|And the lass I liked na 1279|She liked na me. 1279|I roamed the wood wi' Paul Revere, 1279|And Polly was his merry mither; 1279|He brought me his matchlock, crystal, 1279|And bore it sae hie 1279|On the fair Sutherland Ledney 1279|As we wend our way 1279|On the fair Sutherland Ledney 1279|I wander'd by the broomy braes, 1279|And I watched the breaking showers, 1279|Gathering wondrous tales to tell 1279|O' thievish fancies of the mind. 1279|My Polly was a pennie, fair, 1279|A cock of pride for to behold, 1279|And I was as proud as ever mark, 1279|But soon she was chang'd to a dusky swine, 1279|With a tail ======================================== SAMPLE 11990 ======================================== 24644|Bethink thee at the last: 24644|For he was a young gentleman, 24644|And had great business sense, 24644|His clothes were very well made, 24644|And the money in his sight. 24644|He bought a new hat for his hair, 24644|All of yellow, and blue, 24644|And a coat of the softest white, 24644|And a cap of the brightest red. 24644|He bought a new scarf for his neck, 24644|With a little cloud in the middle, 24644|A hat of the softest down, 24644|And a cap of the softest back-- 24644|So there was a fit of conscience, 24644|For the little cloud in the sky; 24644|But the moral never will pass 24644|For the dress that man has to wear. 24644|And now to our music. 24644|And the song, I pray, go on, 24644|And it is so musical 24644|I could eat my dinner in 24644|If all the streets and all the parks 24644|Grew to be crowded with children; 24644|If all the churches went well, 24644|With their little wands in their hands, 24644|And if all the people prayed 24644|In the streets and all the yards; 24644|If all the fire hydrants knew 24644|What the Scriptures say concerning 24644|Throwing the baby in a ditch, 24644|When the plumber's wife shall weep, 24644|And the doctor shall advise 24644|To leave the child till his wages be paid; 24644|I think that we should do as much 24644|As we could do in order now! 24644|My little boy, what makes thee so 24644|Happy, that thou shouldst cry? 24644|When that the plough boy toiled and wept 24644|It was a joy to him. 24644|My little boy, we need not be 24644|Too fond of reading these lines, 24644|For we can sit and write to one-- 24644|And he will write to us his joys. 24644|And what is labour if thy lot 24644|Can be with thy bread cast loose? 24644|O little boy, thy want of ease 24644|Can surely be thy right. 24644|Go fetch my younger brother John, 24644|And give him brandy and bread, 24644|And let him suckle a young goat 24644|That swims upon the river-side. 24644|Then when thy John shall cry, "_My tongue_ 24644|_Shall weep and wail for me_." 24644|What is the use of standing so long, 24644|When all the trees are growing gay? 24644|Let us grow along the brook, while it is yet 24644|Green in the grass in front of our door. 24644|If it should rain at all--at all, I know-- 24644|And we should all be drowned--and all drown-- 24644|We will lay in the river without a sound, 24644|And watch the water lily bloom again. 24644|I saw her first as it smiled by the sea-- 24644|I saw her white foot as it danced the flood-- 24644|I was alone in the desert of my mind. 24644|We were lovers, and I was the first-- 24644|I was the first who came--the first who came! 24644|I came from the mountain with one prayer, 24644|I came from the desert with one word; 24644|I come because the desert is at strife 24644|With the infinite stars of the sky, 24644|With the ocean, and your beauty for guide, 24644|With the wind to lead and my love to bring. 24644|They will think a great wrong was done to me-- 24644|They will think my heart was out of tune-- 24644|I will go back to the sea and to you, 24644|I will wait till you come down again. 24644|I will wait till the night is over there, 24644|I will wait till my heart is troubled there, 24644|Till you come in from the heaven of your wings-- 24644|Oh, how can love be in the desert more sweet! 24644|I saw in a dream in the ======================================== SAMPLE 12000 ======================================== 1279|A' to the mornin', an' a' that. 1279|Whate'er wi' power, or speed, or place, 1279|To please th' bein' poor and me, 1279|Thy noblest, saftest part, I ween, 1279|Is thy voice to tell the truth. 1279|Sae, when ony venture, sae dear, 1279|By this or that chance may cast, 1279|Thou'rt the first to find the source 1279|Of mischief, which, if left untold, 1279|By thy still patience, soon will waste. 1279|Thou, when in pursuit art placed, 1279|'Tis naething that remains behind; 1279|For nature's self, at best, will leave, 1279|When she runs nae hazard again, 1279|But in ane can never meet; 1279|Thou'rt the least, yet most, of a' 1279|The sons of fate and chance. 1279|Thou's fisshen up an' fa' that live, 1279|But then an' love ye for thysel 1279|Wi' saft gust o' wind, thou hast nane 1279|To fash thy fin' by for that. 1279|But tho' thy gentry hae the power 1279|O' to inshrine their rights in law, 1279|Thy heart, like a lassie's breast, 1279|Is private to thy self. 1279|A bonie, wee, wee thing! 1279|Gin ye're sae poor, ye'll gie't; 1279|An' gin ye're sae rich, ye'll swear. 1279|Sae think on't, my only son, 1279|Ye well may play the man; 1279|An' if ye muckle ken, ye'll ween 1279|Wad hae e'en a penny. 1279|I hae a wee, it shoot, 1279|And a bonie lassie, 1279|But far awa to seek her, 1279|I canna scaith her. 1279|The wee, wee thing gie me o' her; 1279|If I maun say maist, 1279|I'll drink the heckle's mool, 1279|Wi' my father's ain wife. 1279|I hae o' the best o' the lan', 1279|I hae the capital; 1279|There's muckle o' the auld capital 1279|I'm sure he wad gie me, 1279|For there ae day he wad gie a' 1279|That wadna fory a lassie, 1279|Sae wanton and o'er mair, 1279|For he was aye sae gude. 1279|I'm baith a' gude, and aye sair, 1279|The lassie wi' the hair o' gold; 1279|There's nought but poverty in my breast, 1279|And ance I mightna thank mae Heaven, 1279|For my maw'll buy her anither. 1279|I gaed to the sea, I gaed to the sea, 1279|To sea, to sea; 1279|I gaed to the sea, I ganed to the sea, 1279|To sea at noon, 1279|Though the winds blew rough, 1279|And the waves were wild, 1279|The gentle, gentle, gentle waves 1279|Blowing on my barque. 1279|My bark is the barque that ever bore 1279|A Jack-hat on the seas; 1279|On its rocky shoulder rests 1279|My giddy fo'k, 1279|It maks a fient a buckle. 1279|My anchor is the anchor wild 1279|That ever braved the gale: 1279|My row-locks are the locks 1279|That gilded my chain; 1279|My beautee is the beautee that was there, 1279|Wha wadna think o' the borrow'd beautee 1279|That gies my waist a bounce? 1279|And oh! wha wadna gie me, to stray ======================================== SAMPLE 12010 ======================================== 10602|With fayre and maidennes all myn hertes dide 10602|Playne and glade, and to them playned many a showre. 10602|And by the brydale, where they lay in a bower, 10602|She toke them a chambre, and doun with good store, 10602|And with a grene boughe of a greene tree there set 10602|A rich pavilion, the which he had made; 10602|The which he did, and hung it with a skie: 10602|On that same pavilion he would make a bower; 10602|Right as was first done in France, there stood 10602|A pavilion to the King of that dores, 10602|And to King Charles of France his chamberlain, 10602|As he was on a night in a passe out of towne. 10602|The passe he did, and made his house withal, 10602|In which were the fair yongenes of the place, 10602|As his great yonges the fayre house overcom. 10602|He made the bedd, and made the chaynte and hede, 10602|Bothe of the blode yong men; they made the fote. 10602|He made the strete, and made for him a bed, 10602|Of good silky twine, steele, and of passees 10602|He made the passe, and for the passe he made, 10602|He bade him take him a tyme, and to him lay 10602|A tyme brod, and a tyme beautee and a bed. 10602|The childes on couches of good silk were laid, 10602|On couches of good silk, and on couches of bloke, 10602|Of good hale, of good bolde, of good olde, 10602|Of good hode and highte, of fine nyneyneyne; 10602|And one to other made a poynt of kisses. 10602|The passe he made, the tyme he made he nere, 10602|That it were good to put of on the hepe 10602|In the childes handes to knowe it was begottene. 10602|Then with a loud houndes name the childes were hote. 10602|He made the bedd, and bade them on it to sleep, 10602|For they that slumbe were slumbering sore; 10602|The tyme he made was good with the fote softe, 10602|And bade them on it lay a good lintinge. 10602|Then of those tyme was one, and in the bedd, 10602|She that the childes slept by, that damns them awry, 10602|As they for wantonnesse had slept by and las*, 10602|That they might noght slumbe, but in theyr gost wyse. 10602|She made a crape for loue, and with that forth he 10602|Made the childes both fair and ruther good, 10602|And bade them on it cause their soules to blynde, 10602|That they might be weshed with goddes mynde of good. 10602|The childes in the passe, and in the bedd, 10602|Laughed at the bedd, and dweld the chayne with that; 10602|And had a lyfte ioy to have in their lyfe, 10602|That they with that, as they were childes of hewe, 10602|They wolde ne knowe themselfe, ne know the lawe of chere. 10602|So welle he with his chere so was begottene, 10602|That all the childes thought themselvese begottene 10602|In that borde, where all were faire and good 10602|For good loues sake, and good soone after bad. 10602|That childe was well mery, that childe was feble, 10602|That childe was weltering in his backe and weble, 10602|That they with handes welte and with floure wepe. 10602|And therefore the childe was of good condicion, 10602|That of the childe he ======================================== SAMPLE 12020 ======================================== 24815|Whose name at once is given and taken away, 24815|And that which thou shalt nevermore behold, 24815|No more shalt know how far with thee it hath prevailed. 24815|'He lives, he dies, without fame or fame's pretense: 24815|His name is his sole ornament, and vestal; 24815|Not his own alone, he hath but but one reward: 24815|We do not know what he hath done, but he hath done some good.' 24815|"And now, my son, I see thee in despair, 24815|And that same hour of misery bring forth; 24815|No more thou canst recall to remembrance the past; 24815|Thy father is unknown, thy mother is unknown, 24815|But thou and we are one, and known as strangers are. 24815|"And thus the present hath the power to drive 24815|A future memory from the memory's seat. 24815|So much is lost, is taken from us not conceived; 24815|And therefore it becomes thee to feel quite free. 24815|"Thy mother is the mother of thy father; 24815|The house is all his, the landscape the picture; 24815|And what was he, the man, who is now alive, 24815|Can not be he, but another of his name." 24815|"Thine is the gift," he sighs, "but I the one 24815|Is still the one that loved thee, and the one 24815|That lived the life thou lovest--not thou so dearly. 24815|I am the one who gave thee the last word, 24815|I--so poor, so wretched, I have been undone! 24815|"The love that life owes to those it has cherished 24815|Is no esteem'd, or said, or understood; 24815|But as a boon was giv'n; and so I think it good 24815|To leave it, and the world, as we have done." 24815|"And so," and they have done all they can, 24815|And, while they tell, still, still look and laugh. 24815|How often with a tear she could weep 24815|As if her love were broken and extinct! 24815|How often she would sigh and mourn, 24815|And so again would laugh till dawn grew dim! 24815|If to a dream the man consigns his joy, 24815|To them he loses, he gains the joy; 24815|If to the heart it burst where he intended, 24815|The heart its break--it breaks in other ears. 24815|The sun may shine, the moon may be in sight, 24815|But all his joy has vanished forever; 24815|And in what hopes her image may appear, 24815|When all the dream has been forgot, 24815|Or if it still be there or not at all, 24815|There never will be any doubt about; 24815|But how can love of friendship, hope of love, 24815|In so frail a thing so quickly perish? 24815|But then, in what a sad and fearful scene, 24815|Without the man is here a man, 24815|And without the man, without the man! 24815|And in what way of happiness is this, 24815|That man's but of woman born?" 24815|"The sun, moon, clouds, the air, 24815|And all things round the sun, 24815|But all within our own sphere, 24815|Are but the mirror of him: 24815|For him, all Nature's power, 24815|Her works in Nature's order, 24815|Her motions in Art's measure, 24815|His influence in Art's picture, 24815|Is but the shadow of his figure; 24815|And is but a thing of nought, 24815|That only is, and never was." 24815|"My boy, and what dost thou admire? 24815|What but the look of that dear face? 24815|And what the eyes do look on me? 24815|But what does look is true, methinks; 24815|I never can be loved aright." 24815|"The man, my boy, is all that may be, 24815|Without the charms of thee, without thee, 24815|Thou only, and the man's alone, 24815|Who, ======================================== SAMPLE 12030 ======================================== 28591|He is not what he seems. 28591|In some fair morn of June, 28591|When evening shadows lengthen 28591|'Tis joy to think that he 28591|Has known what's best for us. 28591|We can but dream, we can but trust; 28591|Our lives are full of danger; 28591|But in the end he must 28591|Take our little hold away, 28591|And be a father, too. 28591|He cannot come too soon, 28591|Or plead too long in vain; 28591|Time is not to be bought; 28591|We may not, cannot, count the cost. 28591|We only see what's there, 28591|And he may see us but in dream; 28591|In this poor world, where we must 28591|Grow and decay apart. 28591|He cannot come too soon; 28591|All, all is thine to bless; 28591|Yet ere thy gift is given, 28591|Think upon this bitter word,-- 28591|O, think, thou only canst! 28591|For though thy gifts are many, 28591|Few are thy recipients still; 28591|And the heart that would have given 28591|Will not, will not have done. 28591|He cannot come too soon; 28591|Too soon comes the gift to know; 28591|Too soon a bitter word 28591|Swells, and makes me tremble more. 28591|Is he not mine, who, long ago, 28591|When this world's sorrows past, 28591|To thee, my fellow-goddess, returned, 28591|And, in thy presence found 28591|The strength that in life's dim trail lay 28591|In the high mission first begun? 28591|Then rose thy presence, like the moon, 28591|And lighted on my way; 28591|Then came thy coming--as the tide 28591|A ship that draws to sea 28591|Goes, in the moonlight, toward me. 28591|That is the best of times, with thee 28591|I dwell for evermore; 28591|When each, in each, the soul is high, 28591|And each, in each, the heart-- 28591|That is the best of times, with thee. 28591|We have got a right to be thankful; we have got a power 28591|of justification, 28591|And ought of justification; 28591|And by the grace that runs through every human heart, 28591|We can, in God, have Him. 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the bosom, O my dear Lord; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world in which we live; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world where thou hast been born; 28591|Thou hast been faithful in the world by which thou dost live. 28591|O Jesus! Who shalt thou praise? 28591|I will but say that I adore Thee 28591|In part, and chiefly, He; 28591|Who, with love and awe sincere, 28591|And a perfect spirit in my heart, 28591|Made my poor nature good, 28591|And raised me from the common herd 28591|To a life of such renown 28591|As the world would prize but little-- 28591|Whose name alone I know. 28591|O Jesus! Who shalt thou praise? 28591|I will but say that I adore Thee 28591|Most, and laud the very more 28591|Who in life's small things made a difference; 28591|Who didst clothe the feet of angels 28591|In the naked skin of a brute; 28591|And didst leave the hands and feet of sinners 28591|In the oven, or the shop-floor, 28591|To do the very things of sinners-- 28591|And this is mighty praise. 28591|O Jesus! Who shalt thou praise? 28591|And so farewell, to-day; 28591|The work was good; and the service sweet; 28591|And what else? a place to sleep at night! 28591|So farewell, to-day; 28591|But still I think of Him who made thee, 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 12040 ======================================== May he live a long life? 23972|Who knows? 23972|A man's a man for ninety odd years, 23972|With fifty little children at heart; 23972|And they're all men, and will be forever, 23972|For he made them for his own sweet sake. 23972|And I can't help wishing he had 'em 23972|Without his wealth, beauty and renown; 23972|And he might keep his own, though he were sold, 23972|And still make a man, if he lived for a year. 23972|Then he'd be young and green, in his own shade, 23972|With his own sweet will, and his own sweet joys; 23972|And still be making a man with his art, 23972|And still be singing, still be making a song. 23972|There was a time when he was very small; 23972|And I, through his mother, am very small; 23972|I, the only boy; 23972|And I, the only cat. 23972|We lived all alone, 23972|With him beside, on the hill 23972|Near the mill, 23972|And me in the thicket beside 23972|The hazel boles, 23972|And the high hill, 23972|And the hazel trees. 23972|But he never missed 23972|Its ivy spreading leaf, 23972|Or leafy gale; 23972|But I was his sole care. 23972|I was glad, I was sad, 23972|If he but came to me, 23972|And stayed beside me there; 23972|Or sat and made no noise, 23972|But waited me at the gate. 23972|I was just his only child, 23972|And he was my only child, 23972|My one delight 23972|And all my joy. 23972|When I was young and gay, 23972|I had my time to play, 23972|With him to play with; 23972|But lately, sad to tell, 23972|He has grown worse... 23972|He has begun to sneeze, 23972|And now I see him pass 23972|Into his grave.... 23972|For, sad to tell, he has lost 23972|His little night-cap blue, 23972|And, in the morn, he lies... 23972|I'm very sorry... 23972|Then come, with me, 23972|To the grave with me. 23972|A man of his country, 23972|In every truth renowned, 23972|As the world was wide 23972|He fought with glory's sword. 23972|His heart was strong and true, 23972|And never failed him while, 23972|And every thought was right, 23972|And every act was light, 23972|And every foe was fair, 23972|And he never failed a friend. 23972|He was full of noble pride, 23972|And all men hailed him well; 23972|But now, alas! he's grown old and dead. 23972|You that have loved a wife 23972|Too coldly and too long 23972|Has she waited for the tide 23972|Of the sea's song to begin, 23972|To rise and leave her mark 23972|And go singing away, 23972|Never to return! 23972|Or have you felt her pains, 23972|And found no comrade there, 23972|When you stood in a dark place, 23972|And had fever in your blood? 23972|You shall be mine no more! 23972|In a land of trees 23972|There are many trees; 23972|And great men have stood 23972|Beside the white ones, 23972|To watch you, little one, 23972|And throw white blossoms. 23972|And many a time 23972|Your toes were very white 23972|As they trod on those white snow, 23972|Till they quite melted. 23972|You had a little crown, 23972|And you wore it so proudly, 23972|On your sweet little head, 23972|And it made your cheeks so red, 23972|And your little beautiful hair. 23972|And it brought a smile 23972|To your little beautiful face, ======================================== SAMPLE 12050 ======================================== 29700|The clouds to light the valley, and the moon 29700|To fill the valley, and the streamlet sweep 29700|O'er the green plains. 29700|The autumn winds sweep down to melt 29700|The snow; the autumn leaves lie thickly 29700|Across the window-pane. I watch. 29700|The little children in the street, who pass 29700|Their little ways with laughter and song, 29700|Forget the winter's frost, and come and grin 29700|To see the earth grow brown in heaven. 29700|But never one who turns around, in scorn, 29700|Shall greet me with a smile. In vain he clings 29700|To every garth and tattered twig of wood, 29700|And hoots at every new rising breeze, 29700|That, blowing from the North, stirs the earth. 29700|He cannot comprehend the Spring. 29700|How shall he comprehend the Spring? 29700|My heart is weary, and my eyes are dim; 29700|Thy wings are dreary, and thy wings are cold; 29700|Yet, in the South it whispers of my home, 29700|And I can hear thy voice in every breeze, 29700|And every tree that stirs that speaks of thee 29700|As if I were a fairy of the North, 29700|Who wanders waiting there, and never hears 29700|The voice of Spring from stream or breeze, but guesses 29700|What means its tender music and its smiles. 29700|No voice of life now moves upon the air! 29700|No flower that breathed its sweet to day is born! 29700|But Spring with flowers is in the flowery land, 29700|And in the Spring-time I can feel her hand, 29700|And know she moves through all the deep and green; 29700|I feel her hair in every green stalk, and see 29700|Her smile upon the ground where'er she goes. 29700|She walks, like an angel, through the South; 29700|The birds rejoice in joy and rapture huge; 29700|The bluebirds in the sycamores sing, 29700|And the wild swans glide towards the rolling sky, 29700|While every leaf has a new golden ring, 29700|And all the winds their music still are mute. 29700|In the sweet South, in her sweet South, 29700|There is no place for the cold eye to go; 29700|Her face is a flower that's new sprung, 29700|And is all warm and fresh, and sweet to the touch. 29700|Oh, I can't go far in the Northern glade, 29700|When the Spring her fair gifts is preparing; 29700|But I will go where she lives--in the green valley, 29700|The forest, the lake, and the deep green still. 29700|There's a home for every one, there's a place 29700|For every one's wants; for nothing shall dare 29700|To come to a village, if none but her. 29700|Oh, I'll take my flight in the North again, 29700|And in the North will find a garden bright; 29700|When in the South I'm lonely as now then, 29700|If I would fly to the North I'll surely fly. 29700|When Spring is well-nigh through, and the woods are yellow, 29700|And birds are starting across the downs and mounds, 29700|When the white blossoms bloom and the sweet-briar beds, 29700|I'll go with my pretty brother of St. Helen's, 29700|And watch the birds and listen to the brook. 29700|If he in the South-west can lead the way, 29700|And the birds come home from their song in the wood; 29700|I'll watch the flock and tell the good-by, 29700|And tell my heart how long I love her. 29700|_When the Spring is well-nigh over, 29700|And birds come flying from out of the sky_:-- 29700|Ah! then the world is beautiful once more, 29700|For she's back in her native country, and she's free 29700|The Spring hath been well-nigh finished, 29700|For Spring is out with his best, and every one 29700|Knows he's a good ======================================== SAMPLE 12060 ======================================== 937|You're a good old dear, my son, 937|But as yet I scarce know the way -- 937|Oh! but as yet I scarcely know; 937|To do you the good you're best at 937|Is a mother's first passion-mat 937|As to how she'll dress you, dear; 937|But as yet she's only done 937|With one arm round her infant's bed. 937|God be with you, my dear, till I 937|Can't tell just where nor how 937|I'll bid you never, never rest; 937|But go where you will -- 937|You and your angel-mother's there -- 937|And then, you, you too, will sleep! 937|Oh, the good boy's in the road, 937|In the coffin at the gate -- 937|Oh, the dead boy has gone home -- 937|In the great old-fashioned bed. 937|There he is, with the great big round red face -- 937|His eyes will never open to-night; 937|But the young girl that he left to his care 937|Will at last rest, and be a little gray. 937|And the little old man he left to be 937|A shepherd in the forest, I suppose 937|Will look as gay as a butterfly, 937|And not be old as a coffin on the bed. 937|He's a farmer, and has the ears of iron, 937|But his heart's broken and his children're sad, 937|And the grave where the dead boy is hidden is cold! 937|And he'll never hear the sweet music of love, 937|And the voices of the dead will never call; 937|He'll never lift his blue blossom-browed face 937|To the softness that the lips did say. 937|He's a farmer, and his children's lives are blighted, 937|'Neath the heavy feet of the farmer lad. 937|He'll never hold the flower-lipped lips, that were sweet, 937|For the sake of his young friend, so pure and sweet; 937|And the dead boy will be buried with the dead, 937|That is growing old and a little gray. 937|There is not a flower that lives 937|In the field but seems 937|To smell with the breath 937|Of Death that walks. 937|And there are no voices that call 937|When the day's done; 937|But the wailings and the sighs 937|Of souls that have died. 937|Heigh-ho! 937|A little yellow-red bird 937|With a yellow-red breast -- 937|With a little, little yellow-red head. 937|I wonder where she's been, 937|And I sit, and I wonder still. 937|I wonder where she's been, 937|And I sit and I wonder still. 937|There's more of God than this can be, 937|So I wonder where she's been. 937|I wonder where she's been, 937|And I sit and I wonder still. 937|I wonder where she's been; 937|I wonder where she's been. 937|I long to find who's been. 937|I wonder where she's been. 937|You see? I wonder where she's been. 937|But I think you know. 937|You wonder where she's been, 937|I wonder where she's been. 937|It must be God is away 937|Where you and I have been; 937|I think your God must come, 937|But I wonder where she's been. 937|The morning came and it's morning yet, 937|And the evening came and it's night: 937|So I wish you would tell me where she was 937|-- Or just where her head is always found. 937|For me, I'll never ask where she _is_ -- 937|I only wonder where she is. 937|There was a little woman, 937|And she was kind as mild 937|As the wind in the sweet early morn. 937|And there was that little ======================================== SAMPLE 12070 ======================================== 15370|A hundred thousand, and the rest a hundred thousand more 15370|Who had the luck to see it all! 15370|"My dear old Uncle Jim," says the old man to himself, 15370|"I've always considered you a clever old elf, 15370|And have often said, all true, and even better true, 15370|That you are the only way, to make money in art. 15370|I would willingly sell my mansion and buildings near, 15370|And purchase the knowledge and skill to know you well!" 15370|So the old man went, and he bought 15370|A beautiful mountain of snow-- 15370|The art-school of Santa Cruz-- 15370|And left that art-school 15370|With the hope of making money there. 15370|And the master of that art-school, 15370|He was always saying 15370|Of the value of his snow-- 15370|That it only grew in winter to its height 15370|And its merit but the same as yours. 15370|In short the old man said, 15370|In his simple way, to Santa Cruz, 15370|"I hold that I am the master of snow, 15370|I have more mastery in snow than anyone." 15370|And the master made answer thus, 15370|And the master said, in short: 15370|"I know you, old man, the only way to make money in snow!" 15370|Thus having said, with a bow 15370|He made the old man leave his school 15370|And seek a job at Paddy-cake's factory. 15370|"If Paddy-cake's factory be so fine," said he, 15370|"Why does it employ old Jim?" 15370|"Because Jim's so polite," said the master; "and we know 15370|His manner is always polite, 15370|And his face and form are always clean, 15370|And you cannot cleanse his cupboard, 15370|Unless you turn him out of doors." 15370|Then his son, Jim, was pleased and pleased, 15370|From an angry Irish bull---- 15370|"But then I am not as old as Paddy-cake, 15370|And I am not as big as Paddy," he said. 15370|"Oh, put me in charge of a company!" said he. 15370|"I would not be in charge of a company to begin with," 15370|Oh, the old art-school master was a gentleman, 15370|His mind was always good and wise, 15370|His soul was aflame with noble flame; 15370|For he had friends among men. 15370|He knew who was clever and who was fool, 15370|And who was fond of flirting with the breeches, 15370|And who was slow to forgive; 15370|And the most of it--so he was told! 15370|To go to school for a week, he thought himself bold, 15370|Yet to go there he stood condemned. 15370|He thought the days of his youth were over, 15370|And as he walked the roads, he thought, 15370|As he gazed at the windows and the walls, 15370|That the school-house of time lay there: 15370|Where the master of art and of the school 15370|Had not been able to meet. 15370|"I must get through my lessons," said he, 15370|"I am getting old, I am old, 15370|And I never could hope to be a sire 15370|To one or two of my children born of my heart 15370|When I had the time, and could see 15370|That the time was come for me to go thence, 15370|"For I was toiling too much, 15370|For I was wasting away my strength 15370|To no purpose and in no price. 15370|It was thus he said: "If I am not good 15370|My sons will think I am not good; 15370|Or my daughter will think my wife 15370|Or I will have a bad influence." 15370|"Go, go to the school--for there is no sun 15370|And no moon, and you cannot find 15370|An audience for your lessons, I pray, 15370|There is only snow." The master bowed. 15370|"I will do my duty and ======================================== SAMPLE 12080 ======================================== 19170|And in the night, I heard it say. 19170|I heard the voice of my love, 19170|My love, whose voice is music, 19170|I heard her in the forest, 19170|I heard her in the garden, 19170|I heard the woodland call! 19170|Now am I wroth,--I wot not why; 19170|The night is wroth; the woods are blear, 19170|And bitter the cry of a man's wife: 19170|A man, whom no God hath served! 19170|He knows a man's wife means Heaven's hate, 19170|And the wild men hear! 19170|Oh that he was a lord, 19170|Or a man of rank or place, 19170|Or a man of the royal race; 19170|But who he is I who can say: 19170|But thou wilt hear no more. 19170|He came to bring me word. 19170|I will go now to the King, 19170|And say what news he brings me. 19170|When I am hidden in the tree, 19170|The day that lies before me 19170|Will tell, when my words be spoken, 19170|And the light of the world shall die. 19170|I know not if thou knowest 19170|From what day the world waxeth old, 19170|Or if thou, friend, art free of care and woe, 19170|Thou'lt answer when I am hid alone. 19170|A dream came to me of a ship at sea; 19170|I heard the song of the winds upon the seas 19170|In the white mist, and a star on high; 19170|And it seemed to me that the heart was mine 19170|That sang sweetest; and the breath from the soul 19170|O' the soul, like a light from the sky, 19170|Sang like a breath from heaven above. 19170|I sat by the fire with my eyes on the fire, 19170|And the soul came low to me, and spake still. 19170|O soul, I am thine eyes, and they are thine, 19170|And they lift me above the things below. 19170|Oh soul, I would have thee, and the night is mine, 19170|And there would I not be alone. 19170|But the dream did wax and wane, 19170|Till over I scarce knew the form of the ship; 19170|And then it was night; and a light came in 19170|From the window, and all away I thought 19170|Like a ray from heaven, and from afar, 19170|Like a breath, I hardly could see; 19170|A voice answered from the land: 19170|For we are gone out over the sunken west, 19170|Over the shining waters, where the dawn 19170|Never looks: the twilight hours: 19170|And the soul must rise from a thought of thee; 19170|And the night must leave the star-lids of the East: 19170|And my heart will grow more dear; 19170|And the night go back to the sea; 19170|And all this thing cannot be; 19170|For the soul that was thine will not return 19170|To the soul of the soul. 19170|The stars are as white and blue 19170|As the snowdrop when it springs; 19170|The hills are as wood and pole, 19170|For nothing is so fair 19170|As a little child. 19170|For the little child is so glad, 19170|And the stars do glitter so bright, 19170|And you make wonder in mine eyes, 19170|And the mountains do seem so white; 19170|I am growing very bright; 19170|As I run, laughing, I am glad, 19170|As I speak I am full of glee; 19170|And when I go dreaming, it is 19170|Wonderful that you are so wise. 19170|The little white moon is like a rose, 19170|The day is white as a sheet, 19170|But the heart of my little white mama 19170|Is white as the snow on the sea. 19170|The sea has no arms, it is so bare, 19170|It doth not fling its waves so wide, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 12090 ======================================== 1280|My life had all come back again 1280|Beneath me and the years that have come. 1280|The man who has been dead 1280|Wakes up again 1280|In the days to be; 1280|But I had been dead when the wind was at play 1280|And the moon was bright. 1280|And the wind and the moon together-- 1280|It was the wind and the moon, 1280|Each a great black star. 1280|At the end of the world, 1280|With hands together, 1280|We went down the hill. 1280|The river flowed through the sun, 1280|The river flowed through the wind. 1280|I did not dare to smile, 1280|We went down the hill. 1280|The sky grew great with stars-- 1280|But in my heart I heard the echoes of the stars 1280|That echoed down the hill. 1280|The starry-eyed morning 1280|Woke high in heaven; 1280|The moon was up in a starless sky, 1280|And the wind was the wind. 1280|And the trees with their shadows 1280|Woke high in heaven. 1280|We went down the hill. 1280|The river flowed down the hill 1280|(A winding river winding down the hill). 1280|The sky grew great with stars. 1280|But we, who had never seen it, 1280|We saw the light as it rose in it all around. 1280|Then the stars changed, 1280|The sky grew great with stars, 1280|And the shadows all went dark. 1280|You can look on a night sky,-- 1280|And one by one 1280|They fall into the wind; 1280|And the sky shrinks, and the clouds shrink, 1280|And the trees are all silent, 1280|And the stream grows silent, 1280|And the moon drops to the sea, 1280|And all the winds are silent. 1280|There is nothing that can make a starless sky louder. 1280|And there are no stars to keep away the darkness,-- 1280|Only the winds that sigh. 1280|I was sick and tired and went to the river, 1280|To find the river that runs in a ring into a round square. 1280|No shadow falls, no rain falls, 1280|But only the water that comes rolling down the track of the track. 1280|Down the course, to the middle, 1280|It keeps its pace forever; and the longer it runs, the higher 1280|'I don't know if it moves fast or slow,' 1280|I said. 1280|And I said: 1280|'What's the matter with your head?' 1280|And he said: 1280|'Where are my feet to-night?' 1280|There's nothing at all in the sky 1280|But a bird, 1280|And an angry cloud. 1280|For the bird sings. 1280|Up the sky. 1280|I have known the earth 1280|In its prime. 1280|I've been down underground. 1280|And I have seen the earth's 1280|narrow place. 1280|I have heard the earth at night 1280|Hear the sound of a watch 1280|As good as yours, and the sounds of a watch as 1280|your eyes 1280|That are always so wise 1280|When they see things in bright places, 1280|as you, 1280|Who see them dimly on the road 1280|Who never go to pray. 1280|I have seen the house with the windows open, 1280|The window where I go for oysters 1280|When the day is over. 1280|If you don't think we are dreaming 1280|How can we think the days 1280|When things that are great come down, 1280|When the people who were living 1280|Who never had hope of living, 1280|Who always wonder. 1280|But you see the way to get to them is so narrow 1280|that the only way will be 1280|To grow up very wise, 1280|The more you know. 1280|If you let go of all you don't know, ======================================== SAMPLE 12100 ======================================== 2428|That is the soul of good advice. 2428|The poor man's right to a good use mind is given, 2428|But he hath right no more; and a wrong use hath 2428|A worse answer than a good one. 2428|There is a noble truth, I own, 2428|And worth a thousand words;-- 2428|To try the matter, try it. 2428|'Tis well to be, or then to be not: 2428|There is a thing you can't mistake; 2428|There is a boundless heaven, and thence no limit: 2428|If that be boundless, why then boundless it is 2428|In all God's omnipotence, 2428|And infinite: or if there be none, 2428|It is not even Infinity. 2428|And to admit that there are none, 2428|A theory called Infinity 2428|Gets at, like weakst thread-thong,-- 2428|A very bore, and not an inch begins 2428|To wound a logic. 2428|A thousand reasons make it so strong, 2428|It hath entwined the mind like iron, 2428|A thousand strong repulses so force it, 2428|That logic, like an anchor, cannot bear it; 2428|Of all the weak points in a strong logic, 2428|It is the strongest. 2428|But where's the use of it? and what can reason 2428|About so strong a thing as Infinity? 2428|Ask ye no reason: 2428|Ask not where's the place of it? and what need 2428|Reason of such or of other? 2428|If that be not infinite, it needeth 2428|To find infinite in that infinite, too, 2428|For that which's infinite is not, and can never, 2428|E'en as God's infinite is God's infinite too. 2428|What reason am I, then, that I ask 2428|For any cause in the question, "Where's the God?" 2428|But, ask I that question of thine own self? 2428|Thou art not self-contained; thou hast a heaven, 2428|And there thou jost, as a god's uttermost. 2428|There's a heaven there, and there's my God 2428|As fair as a heaven, and a God like a star: 2428|'Twixt heaven and star there's a blithsome air, 2428|And God is there as blithe as any god, 2428|I can't say why, or how, 2428|But I can say that God has found 2428|Me a bliss like a blithe, blest blest bliss; 2428|And I can say God has found me dear,-- 2428|I can say that he has found me a heaven. 2428|God, God! thou wert ever near before, 2428|Or not so near as we are now! 2428|If not so near as we are now, 2428|Why then, why then,--as ever since, 2428|When thou art near as we are not, can be. 2428|'Tis ever so: but, tell me, where? 2428|And who, if I should live to see, 2428|Are seen, are heard, as in an infinite number? 2428|If that infinite number be true, 2428|Or infinite, where all seen, all heard, all heard? 2428|God's infinite; and what is your own? 2428|God has a heaven, but you see not one! 2428|And if you could see where you stand, 2428|Or hear what you are, you would see plain 2428|That God's so near as the sun is now-- 2428|Or ever that sun was heard or seen. 2428|And, say for proof, what would you say? 2428|God's not one step distant from heaven! 2428|And do not all men see? or can 2428|See anything but see? Alas! 2428|God is just as plain as the sun, 2428|And all men see as nothing else: 2428|But one man's God is more plain than all, 2428|As God is plain; or, as the sun, 2428|Or more, as God's as plain as the sun: ======================================== SAMPLE 12110 ======================================== May the wind bring them. 1924|Down to the sea-bank, where they stand; 1924|There one by one, a band 1924|Of wild-flowers for a dress; 1924|But it is hard to think o' a child's day. 1924|A mother's heart is sad, O, so sad, 1924|And she looks wistfully through 1924|The long ago, and sees 1924|The mother, like the ghost of a moon 1924|In the sea, 1924|Hanging by a flower: 1924|Slight as an angel is that rose; 1924|Is it sweet to dream--for he may be 1924|Never again? 1924|They have taken up life's flower, O, so sweet, 1924|And set it on a tree; 1924|And a white light shines o'er the leaves, 1924|As white as the white star's light of death, 1924|Upon a grave: 1924|Hiding the black shame from a sight 1924|So proud and cold. 1924|And now is over and gone, O, so fast, 1924|And now is over and gone! 1924|They can never give a sound again, 1924|Nor taste of the flesh, O, children of God; 1924|And the sea-wind sighing on the shore, 1924|Whispering their dreams. 1924|And the wind is hushed on the boughs, and now 1924|The green leaves tremble and burn, 1924|And the wind on the boughs is whispering, and now 1924|The black birds cry: 1924|Who is this that passes? 1924|His eyes are fire of the eyes; 1924|He has lost the soul of the soul, 1924|And the soul, in truth, will not find 1924|Its way again. 1924|The light of the world fades now as it burns, 1924|And the world turns from from the sight 1924|Into the blackness, as the eyes 1924|Of the dead that have found all light 1924|Turn dark and dim. 1924|It is dark in the dark, O, children, 1924|It is dark in the dark, 1924|With the tears of a heart gone blind 1924|And a soul that is blind in the light. 1924|The rain is falling as the morn, O, children, 1924|And dark and heavy the rain, 1924|For it felleth on all the flowers 1924|And it grieves on the breast of the spring, 1924|Gripping the tender, tender sun 1924|With a blight, and a bruise. 1924|But a far wind crying is the night, O, children, 1924|The night of a bitter cry, 1924|That a woman's heart is breaking for her child 1924|That dies in the night. 1924|And it breaks the eyes, 1924|And it mocks the tender laughter that is wrought 1924|When the day's sun comes up. 1924|It falls, it falls, 1924|It mocks its tender laughter all the way, 1924|From the lips of the night. 1924|It is a voice in the night! 1924|And it speaks in the silence, 1924|To the children dying on the shore, 1924|As the sun goes down. 1924|It is a voice that has lost the long years, 1924|That has seen the tears-- 1924|And the years that follow after tears 1924|In the sunset of a day. 1924|It mocks its tenderness, 1924|And it murmurs, as it goes, 1924|And the voice it speaks in the night, O, children, 1924|Is a voice of pity. 1924|He looked at her and he smiled. 1924|His hand was on her hair. 1924|He kissed her lips and she smiled. 1924|He turned from east to west. 1924|He went into a field where the lilies shook, 1924|Where the grass was as green as grass can be, 1924|And the spring grasses trembled 1924|And laughed and pranced, 1924|And the birds were over us 1924|And the dew-drops 1924 ======================================== SAMPLE 12120 ======================================== 2383|And then the good o' them baith she says "This is our fate, that they 2383|That in high place and power aboundet. 2383|In high place and power aboundet, 2383|In place and power in his estate 2383|In place and power hath his estate 2383|And in his place is the estate 2383|Of her yonder in the bower. 2383|That he my lady wan and won 2383|Upon the day of his wedrick; 2383|That he her lady love, and lese 2383|With his lady's love the lawe. 2383|Now is my lady's cause and place 2383|In place and power, and in his estate; 2383|And she to him is place and place, 2383|Where he in his estate may dwell. 2383|"If thou be lord of the realm, 2383|Then shalt thou be my lady's knight: 2383|Then shalt thou fele in the bower 2383|And be the lady's house at morn; 2383|In the same place, and in the same arn; 2383|That so in my lady's service 2383|That ere a week be gone, 2383|She toke the knight the maiden." 2383|"So have I my lady's will," 2383|The bache answerde straight the lord; 2383|"That I ne may no good haue, 2383|Now hast thou the day been read. 2383|"But God hath kepte my honour 2383|All this yeve, as I beheld, 2383|My lady's lord, and my lady: 2383|That God me grieve and honour 2383|To him nedeth to reherse. 2383|"God give it me to have it so!" 2383|That said, from out his chambre he hies 2383|T' ensample of every lance. 2383|"Go nyght, go nyght, go thou," 2383|With a loud cry they dight. 2383|"Now is my lady got a new, 2383|Now is my lady got a new: 2383|In the same bower with my lady, 2383|To her ek yonge is yond." 2383|The lady went forthe bright and blythe; 2383|And every man her presence he minded; 2383|But as she went the kyng in, 2383|As men forthe of yonder wall 2383|They all asen his herde: 2383|And as she went forth, as they were told 2383|They toked her of their ladyes name, 2383|And so forth the bachele, 2383|Til it befell, as I you tell 2383|That they for wantonness were blythe: 2383|And she began to wyte her white hand, 2383|As she came forth in her blythes fere, 2383|And her soft hand on the sted, 2383|As she went out of the chambre strete, 2383|Unto the harpe of her ladye bright, 2383|As they that were in the hertis hall 2383|Were they comen of yond. 2383|And her right hand in her right hond, 2383|And forth she went with her white hand, 2383|And on the yate out of the gate 2383|She cast him, in her right hand 2383|And out of the gate she cast him; 2383|And full of gret wisnesse he was, 2383|As he went, with that yerely hond <7> 2383|Unto the harpe of her ladye bright. 2383|"And as I am a knyght, 2383|And kyng of homename for fulle twelve, 2383|And I have begyled my kynges freend 2383|And gode thee so that thou thys be 2383|And seyst no more thy wyfe and me. 2383|And as thou hast my knyght to seyne 2383|Upon his bedde, 2383|Go thy way, my fader as thou art: 2383|And I wilt neve whet nor more ======================================== SAMPLE 12130 ======================================== 20956|And now, in the first winter, my love and I are grown 20956|Grown up together to man's estate. 20956|There are such things as you, my child-- 20956|And mine such things as you, my child. 20956|The sun is not down. When the moon 20956|Has hid her face in sleep on the hill, 20956|A cloud then shoots in the west, 20956|Raging, with fiery eyes: 20956|The clouds roar: the sun is not down. 20956|No: the great lord of heaven has stirred 20956|His golden angels to a shout, 20956|And they have strewn in bright relief 20956|And rich portraiture the skies, 20956|That all the little winds might find 20956|A welcome in the western deep,-- 20956|And the great lord of heaven has stirred 20956|His golden angels to a shout. 20956|The gods and their high-priests they have gone 20956|And put their solemn burdens on earth, 20956|And their dark robes are come in array, 20956|And their thrones are budded with flowers, 20956|And their crowns are kissed with morning dew; 20956|There's not an hour in the livelong day 20956|But with sweet joy the gods may wake, 20956|And with a voice that sings their joy, 20956|The gods have gone to wake our spring. 20956|The gods and their dark-hearted king 20956|Are all asleep. The winds go by, 20956|Dream and no stir. The blue sky stays 20956|In its tranquil serene. The wood 20956|Has not heard a footstep. The grass 20956|Lies undisturbed. 20956|The gods have gone 20956|To wake our spring. 20956|In the dawn the red sun goes by, 20956|And the black clouds go by, 20956|The sky is calm. 20956|We look into the west, and we see 20956|The sun rise, and the sun set, 20956|And the spring comes, with a sudden blare, 20956|And the sun goes by. 20956|From the west the sweet sounds go by, 20956|And the wind blows low and loud, 20956|And a star goes out, like a shining eye 20956|That glows with a warm light. 20956|But the red sun shall go in a day, 20956|And the dark clouds pass in a trance; 20956|And to-morrow is a holiday 20956|To us, and to you. 20956|And the spring comes, and goes in a breath, 20956|And our hearts forget the spring, 20956|And we say, "Come, and rejoice to see 20956|The spring goes by." 20956|To my dear sweet friends in China, 20956|Warm hearted hearts and lips that beat, 20956|I who am blind,-- 20956|I who am lame, 20956|I give this petition, 20956|If a beggar should fall on me, 20956|Or the rich in the East should steal 20956|My bread and my food, how gladly 20956|I would give their lives! 20956|My heart is a desert dwelling 20956|Deep in my own heart's heart lying; 20956|The stars,--I would rather be 20956|Deep in their silver, 20956|Than the gold and the crimson 20956|That the hands of my fortune can 20956|And all the wealth of the East 20956|Could buy or sell for a tear! 20956|My heart is a poor little hand 20956|Flung blindly with useless strength, 20956|Or with too little skill, 20956|To serve two souls--the world and me! 20956|And a poor little head 20956|Hungry and faint with idle woes. 20956|And to serve two souls--my soul 20956|And theirs, the world and me! 20956|My heart, my heart, my heart of fire, 20956|In the dark of a secret place 20956|I glow with the joy of living, 20956|And I give this petition 20956|If a robin should climb up my wall, 20956|Or if a thief should hurt my heart, 20956|Or if my ======================================== SAMPLE 12140 ======================================== 1279|That auld, forlorn, as I wad be, 1279|Gang o'er the braes o' Donegal. 1279|Now, auld sleip-snake Homer fain wad write, 1279|And now maun he mak his appearance: 1279|But in after days, some ever-fresh 1279|Chants o'er his banes in Macrina. 1279|Now, o' their wily fowk auld England 1279|Is all the new-chum knows or cares; 1279|Nae doubt but on an afternoon 1279|He toils wi' a' his kintra toil; 1279|And, far aneath the waste-waschen, 1279|Maks his auld haldrick a' his pride; 1279|Cauld red his kimmers in the snaw 1279|As when, in days nae later, 1279|He bade the Highland hills go rump 1279|And make a wide waste o' the plain. 1279|Now, o' their wily fowk auld England 1279|Is all the young man's study; 1279|Nae doubt but on a certain night 1279|He shares in the kirk-loft's minnow fight 1279|With haggins and wag-at-the-rag, 1279|And gars the weel-contented ane 1279|By twa or thretty or brither make 1279|The jovial steward o' his wastes. 1279|Now, Owanadul's face is white wi' care, 1279|And Bauldat's face is pale as death, 1279|For nae mair maun he ken the country-side; 1279|And nae mae hissel wi' braw new claithing. 1279|He fand a lanely howlin, by the burn, 1279|That bauld father o' his bosom tore 1279|For langs he waddows'd down the burn 1279|Wi' muckle joy and mair lamentin. 1279|The lasses gaed ower the burn, 1279|And saw what sore affront the brutes had brought, 1279|While ilk a' the lasses love may miss 1279|The bonnie lad that brings them news. 1279|To turn them ower the burn I counsell, 1279|And vow, at a' the 'l's I see, 1279|They maun never know that they never 1279|Were nupt on a' the joys o' Bauld Caledon. 1279|Than Heaven I maun do! the devil he'll bide 1279|I've seen ilk a' the world a-wringin-- 1279|Ilk a' a country lad that brings them news! 1279|Nae langer ane maun join the band, 1279|And join the shout, and join the song, 1279|For a' the glory's here--for A†neass 1279|Is back again on A†neass. 1279|Here's the land of a'! Here's the land o't, 1279|An' yon's its brims, weigh sideways lang; 1279|The bluid o' their pinions it can na spittle, 1279|An' they're to blume in the spring o't, 1279|Wha blaws the land wi' its brums and glens? 1279|An' wha, at the fush, gets the pliskies?-- 1279|A wee thing o' broom and o' brackies; 1279|But there's their hearts that can na stain them, 1279|If the auld wife that is hamely dressed 1279|Gangs a' to the door o' a new-built shed, 1279|And sitt't her pip wi' the new-coated toes, 1279|An' gat the new-coated shell a-fitting. 1279|Nae daffin pouther is seen at a', 1279|Nor ane, for e'er they canna come hame; 1279|The wee bit birkie, weel-begg'd an' hale, 1279|Is there to jig on the bonnie ======================================== SAMPLE 12150 ======================================== 8187|All of life's pleasures are his--all he takes: 8187|And, when he can, he cries, "My friend, farewell!" 8187|Though, by a gracious treaty won, he gains 8187|For himself, for us, no diminution 8187|Of his own little portion of the store, 8187|Yet we feel, every hour, that we are missing 8187|The best and grandest portion his enjoyment; 8187|And when he smiles, it is as when he dies. 8187|"Nestor" now--nay, "the World"--'tis a name. 8187|But what _is_ the World? 'tis but a word that 8187|Some dull poets with in vain essay 8187|To spell at all, without ever having 8187|In the sweet English of such an one seen. 8187|That it is not, will not, can not _be_ not, 8187|Is the proof of the fool,--and of all 8187|Of his many fools; 8187|_How_ they strive to spell it thus and thus! 8187|But the spell, the writing, 'tis the same;-- 8187|It's the same, through all men's days, who tries, 8187|All for one's self alone, in vain, 8187|To comprehend it. 8187|The most learned words, though they bring forth, 8187|Like a bright angel, nothing to earth, 8187|And, though they speak in praise of truth, 8187|Give an illusion still more sweet deception; 8187|We hear the voice of the soul well trained 8187|So softly, that his oration 8187|Seems whispered and, in truth, but dreamed, 8187|Like the very shadows in a dream, 8187|And, when heard, 8187|It seems only a whisper; but what _is_ 8187|The Soul?--if the light of that deep-hid soul 8187|Be not yet quite dim, 8187|If we never can know it, we can guess 8187|But many different ways, by feeling, 8187|And knowing, "the soul" too well by feeling 8187|That, to all feeling itself, no trace 8187|Of its own spirit seems to have been lost; 8187|That feeling--in a dozen different ways 8187|As we see, in the darkness of the brain-- 8187|Is evermore the soul itself--and what 8187|Is true, but very clearly not the soul? 8187|Say, what is the soul?-- 8187|Or, better yet, if you'd know _the soul_, 8187|Say "man," 8187|The spirit all in one, and--"man"--too. 8187|The most learned words, though they may spell 8187|For a poet only one or two 8187|Of what the simple soul will want and know, 8187|May give a _thousand_ answers to the same; 8187|And though so _blessed_ with _such-like_ words, 8187|Those words are all in vain, for none can tell 8187|The soul of the most hidden _thing_. 8187|But let a minute be counted, and then 8187|'Twould seem that all this learning, and all 8187|That learning, for greater or for worse, 8187|Is _a_ good way to know the soul. 8187|No, no, you _must_ keep the key, as you may, 8187|Or let a hundred such, in thousand 8187|And infinite forms, give you their _own light_.-- 8187|And if, when first you tried a new way, 8187|You thought you knew, but did not _owre_, 8187|By one slight flaw, the one good way, 8187|Why, then, that's _our_ _first-sight_ of the thing: 8187|And that's our _last_ taste--that's our _dewy well_, 8187|And those that follow after with your _whole_. 8187|I knew a man, you know, whose life was fine; 8187|A man, at thirteen in a fancy dress; 8187|A man so well bred up by habits cool 8187|And rules of dress, that "he loved" to _dress,_-- ======================================== SAMPLE 12160 ======================================== 12242] 12242|O God! that I were Prince of Peace! 12242|Had I the power? 12242|I'd be a ship 12242|That rocks in many a windy bay; 12242|With sails that would unfurl before my sight, 12242|And night, with sky one to each opposite pole; 12242|With nightingales on every white swelling tree, 12242|And serpents creeping, 12242|Through every hollow, 12242|To seek out lost Convict sailors. 12242|To and fro, 12242|To and fro, 12242|I'd rock in many a windy bay. 12242|Had I the power, 12242|I'd make the night silent as the morning, 12242|And life so sweet with many a cherry-bud, 12242|That none would wake, nor leaf, nor bud, nor stem, 12242|Nor even a fly; 12242|With quiet eyes, 12242|And thoughts more ready, 12242|I'd rock in many a windy bay. 12242|I'd join the moonlight walk, 12242|And roll my ship in many a tide, 12242|Delaying, waiting, rolling in distress 12242|Against all odds, 12242|Against every surly goblin. 12242|I'd roll my ship 12242|And meet the sea-mist's halo's 12242|Of every drifting cloud. 12242|And if to glass restored, 12242|The glory of her beams, 12242|I'd leave a bottle at my door. 12242|My heart is broken, 12242|My heart is broken, 12242|As by a wizard's wand. 12242|The song was sung, the colors burned, 12242|As on an air-stove, under Winter's moon, 12242|Three children, long and lean and sad, 12242|Stood alone in spring. 12242|Three little children, three young graces there were seen 12242|Under Winter's moon, and one was fair, 12242|White as the dew on April morning; 12242|And the second, brown as the West, 12242|With hair like the boughs of the peach tree; 12242|And the third was delicate and pale, 12242|The child of those three graces only. 12242|One stood by the father; the lad 12242|Sat by the mother: one was near 12242|The brothers; one was near the sisters; 12242|And one was to the right 12242|By the dimpled cheek, and the pale, sweet lips, 12242|Of the tender one who never understood. 12242|I am near you, dear ones! 12242|You are near me; I touch them; 12242|And the father calls his children; 12242|Their little hands are clasped ... 12242|With silent words the words go out, 12242|Like candles on the hearth. 12242|I am there in the twilight shadows, 12242|By the fallen branches, 12242|When the father goes to pray, 12242|And the mother teaches her school. 12242|I am in the candle's place 12242|Lighting the bed of sorrow; 12242|I am waiting by the door 12242|When the priest goes to the church. 12242|You are with me in the darkness, 12242|With me in the darkness; 12242|I am all alone with you, 12242|For the eyes are closed in slumber. 12242|The child's heart is in its sleep, -- 12242|A candle on the hearth! 12242|There was once a little girl 12242|Whose name was Comfort Sally; 12242|And everybody else's 12242|Like others, too, -- except -- 12242|This little girl, who was 12242|This little girl who was Comfort Sally. 12242|She had a little sister, 12242|And this was named Polly, 12242|And everybody knew her, 12242|Even her brother, Eugene, 12242|Because they called him Browny. 12242|Nobody dreamed of harm 12242|Any whit of that relation 12242|Between Eugene and Polly. 12242|Nobody knew at all 12242|That this little girl, Polly, 12242|Was related to the Browny. 12242| ======================================== SAMPLE 12170 ======================================== 2622|So, when I see a maiden, I say, 2622|"How canst thou look on me so coldly?" 2622|Then she, upon that fatal day, 2622|Durst answer all this way: 2622|"It is a flower, a lute, a pipe, a song! 2622|And so its beauty was a mask." 2622|What thinkest thou, thou bitter heart, 2622|That couldst as well the other way 2622|Turn thee to grief, and smile at him, 2622|The lover so unlike the last? 2622|How canst thou love him as her friend, 2622|For whom thou couldst not love so well? 2622|His love that darfeth all the year, 2622|His gentle heart that loves to play, 2622|He cannot love so well as thee. 2622|A-maying plume, a-working plume! 2622|A soldier, and a-war to begin! 2622|Oh, let me dress in the day she came; 2622|I would not want to wear the shade 2622|Of her soft eye--her dewy face. 2622|The young maid is my ideal, 2622|A-maying plume, a-working plume! 2622|To thee, my sweet Sir Henry, I give 2622|A basket of my flowers, and a vow 2622|Of love that never will decay. 2622|This poem is written in rhyme, but the reader's 2622|heart tells a different story. 2622|If I should write a sonnet, 2622|It is for the sweet sake 2622|Of the little old man o' love. 2622|If I should write a sonnet, 2622|Thy sweet little old man, 2622|Thy sweet little old man; 2622|In a good young man's ear, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|It is not for my sonnet, 2622|But for the sweet old friend 2622|That long has been his ear, 2622|Thy sweet little old friend, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll put on the sweet old vest, 2622|And the bonnet, and the hat, 2622|And bring out the paper first, 2622|And in it the sweet old man; 2622|The sweet little old man, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll put on the sweet old coat, 2622|And the bonnet smart and square, 2622|And go on his head so high, 2622|And the sweet old lady; 2622|And he will not be afraid 2622|Of the sweet little old man, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll read it all to him-- 2622|Dear, little friend of mine, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|I'll put on the sweet old vest, 2622|The bonnet sharp and clean, 2622|And go on his head so high, 2622|And the sweet old lady; 2622|And he will not be afraid 2622|Of the sweet little old man, 2622|That long has been his friend. 2622|All the old ladies' halls 2622|Are overgrown with grass; 2622|To find you out a lady's ghost 2622|Was never thought of yet. 2622|In your home, 2622|The only sound is wings, 2622|The only trees, the boughs; 2622|Nothing but boughs and trees 2622|For a man that's free of wing. 2622|I never saw a bird, 2622|I never heard a bird; 2622|But when I like my garden's lot, 2622|And all my folks have come, 2622|There never comes an old aunt 2622|With her back to your casement, 2622|But she is at her easement, 2622|Singing aloud to see 2622|The gay old lady-- 2622|The gay old lady-- 2622|The sweet old lady, 2622|Who loves him so! 2622|My grandmother ain't in the mantel! 2622|My grandmother's gone to church! 2622|There's room ======================================== SAMPLE 12180 ======================================== 27126|The air is clear and sweet; 27126|But what do the angels say? 27126|The angels are very pale. 27126|What do the angels mean, 27126|By these pale countenances? 27126|All that is left of the angels now 27126|Is but a skeleton, and in 27126|That small chapel a stone 27126|We may make up of clay. 27126|A stone, a clay, a stone, 27126|A potter's clay to mould, 27126|A skeleton--how very sad! 27126|We can see very clear there 27126|They are too poor to be Christians, 27126|There are only dead-man's holes. 27126|Where are all the dead-man's holes?-- 27126|They are all filled up with clay. 27126|I have been to the dead man's hole 27126|And I know there is nothing better; 27126|You too, my friend, the stone, 27126|The clay, can make, and make it good. 27126|'Tis well, and you, that I should know; 27126|It surely is well for me; 27126|I am not the smallest stone, 27126|And you, I know not even clay. 27126|We do not often meet, but it occurs 27126|To me each time we meet; 27126|And that is reason for my praise, 27126|For you, my own dear friend. 27126|As I sit here, in this chapel old, 27126|Serene, and gay, and free, 27126|I am so glad to have thee in my heart 27126|With the joy, and with the peace, 27126|That in this life, and in mine own death, 27126|I have been privileged to find. 27126|If e'er, or might I meet thee, friend, 27126|I dare to sing, 27126|Shall I not dare to say what I have known? 27126|Shall I not seek to say what, 27126|When the song is ended, thou hast done, 27126|For this deed, in that time, 27126|When thou, as in his death throes, 27126|Was the old man's wife, 27126|And he went his way? 27126|Or was he slain for this? 27126|Was he but just a man? 27126|Or is this the end? 27126|But thou know'st--nor the poet-- 27126|And I know not, then, 27126|How my soul has turned to stone, 27126|Save in thought and deed. 27126|Or have I not been blessed, that I 27126|This song can sing, 27126|When the end draws nigh? 27126|Shall I then be in the firing-line 27126|For years and years, 27126|For all thy life's good growing, friend? 27126|And is life worth this? 27126|And if so, and if so, who's got 27126|The power to tell 27126|When it shall be over, friend? 27126|When thou hast the gift of death, 27126|And at life's gate 27126|A spirit comes to take thee on, 27126|And all life's raptures o'er? 27126|'Tis he that would not let thee in-- 27126|Thou, whose feet 27126|From the world, 27126|Would with him enter his abode, 27126|And make a welcome home. 27126|Thou dost not know, nor ever wilt know-- 27126|The secret of this end, 27126|Until it be more near to thee. 27126|That thou may'st be free, 27126|And be all things.-- 27126|And let the world be free, 27126|Then stand not 27126|To a life of bondage. 27126|He was a man of all the best. 27126|God give him peace, 27126|And give to him a rest. 27126|And he had wealth, and all his friends, 27126|And he had wisdom, too; 27126|But when he had lived so many years, 27126|He died young, 27126|And left him poor and lone. 27126|He left us ======================================== SAMPLE 12190 ======================================== 30235|A-whistling as he pass'd 30235|The drowsy wenches by; 30235|They blink and blink, but ne'er catch 30235|The meaning of his speech. 30235|All night beside the brine, 30235|By rocky crag and bar, 30235|We built, and from her tower 30235|Built islands, to that fish: 30235|I built 'em like a town, 30235|An inn for host so brave; 30235|To-morrow, I shall loose the boom, 30235|And the reef will break my skull._" 30235|"_A-whistling as he pass'd the dreary night: 30235|We heard the haunted breeze, 30235|And fear made things seem deadlier than they were: 30235|The fishes laughed, and took to their haunts; 30235|But he, and I, and O, 30235|Can't tell you how we all fell to a-soaping 30235|The night before our skipper went down._" 30235|"Why 'tis most true, my little fellow, 30235|As I've heard tell from you and youths that dwell 30235|In the dark cave of the lake and the grottoes; 30235|The wild ducks coo'd and the thrushes sung, 30235|And wild rabbits fled in the coppice and the brake: 30235|They loved their young ones in the clear spring-tide, 30235|The gentle May-blossoms, green, and gold, 30235|And the lilies, and the grasses, and the hay: 30235|In the clear spring-tide they loved and they loved: 30235|With arms in rapture holding each other fast, 30235|They gave their souls to the dear Love that's afar. 30235|But my little fellow, I'll not deny 30235|You once in a million there was such a one 30235|As I see, my little fellow, before you; 30235|Yes, my little fellow, they were such as you, 30235|That loved their young ones in the clear spring-tide, 30235|The gentle May-blossom, green, and gold, 30235|The lily with its blossom of snow, 30235|And the cuckoo's clarion lay over the hills, 30235|With eyes that saw and hearts that understood: 30235|For all that was fair was my little fellow's prize. 30235|You and I have all been so similesque; 30235|'Tis sweet, if true be told, that you and I 30235|In heaven should have found the love of love. 30235|No, this truth I have prove'd by all we knew: 30235|The soft sweet hand of tenderness was there, 30235|And soft sweet lips of pure and rapture blest; 30235|And soft sweet lips to tongues of woe and blight, 30235|And soft soft hands a kind sweet embrace gave, 30235|And sweet sweet fingers, quick to seize and stay; 30235|So tender, true and gentle is the mind 30235|That hath such sweet and pure accustom'd love. 30235|But I have seen love, my dear, in vain! 30235|Have found love, the sweet sweet hand of scorn; 30235|Where all, in silence, turn'd their scorn away, 30235|Because no hand that soft sweet touched the heart, 30235|No face so fair, so round the look he took, 30235|That every moment seem'd a summer's day. 30235|'Twas sweet if this were all, but 'twas not; 30235|As youth grows older, more and more the truth 30235|Is plain and hard to see, and true to show-- 30235|A youth too tender and too timid grown, 30235|Sick of friends, forlorn, and tired with toil; 30235|And then his love, for such is love's domain, 30235|He takes from none but God, and that no less: 30235|He takes from those he loves, his sweetest friends. 30235|Oh! I have found love, my dear, I have found it! 30235|'Twas not in some far country, far away, 30235|Where God's rich glory shines, and men shall praise 30235|Their name on high ======================================== SAMPLE 12200 ======================================== 937|In the land of the fairies, 937|In the land of the fairies, 937|In the land of the fairies, 937|In the land of the fairies. 937|There the golden apples 937|By the creek and by the mill 937|Of the fairies are falling; 937|And the golden apples, 937|And the golden apples, 937|And the golden apples, 937|And the golden apples, 937|In the land of the fairies. 937|With a light it shines, 937|Through the misty air; 937|With a light it shines, 937|Through the misty air, 937|In the land of the fairies; 937|And the fairies smile, 937|With a light they see 937|In the glowing face, 937|Of the smiling little boy, 937|With a light they see 937|In the shining face, 937|Of the shining little boy. 937|With a ray of light, 937|Through the misty air 937|From the eyes of fairies, 937|In the gleaming face, 937|Of the little golden boy, 937|With a light they dim, 937|In the shining face. 937|With a glow of light 937|In the air and skies; 937|With a glow of light 937|By the eyes of fairies, 937|Through the glowing little lamp, 937|In the golden little lamp. 937|With a beam of light 937|Through the misty air; 937|With a beam of light, 937|In the bright and cloudless sky. 937|"Fairies are on my bed, 937|They are knocking on my door. 937|Tell them I'm sick at ease, 937|"They are knocking on its hinges 937|To shake down mine eyes to sleep." 937|"Fairies are on my bed, 937|There is not a tear I see; 937|Tell them to let me sleep, 937|I'm not weary at the least." 937|"Fairies are on your bed, 937|There is not a face you see; 937|Tell them I'm not in haste; 937|I've done nothing here to-day." 937|With a laugh went up the little lamp -- 937|A chuckle on the fiddle played, 937|That merry, happy, happy laugh, 937|That is heard of old in fairy places. 937|The lark is singing on the air, 937|He sings a clear and bright-colored song, 937|And the little birds are flying so fast, 937|They will not cease their cheering tune. 937|No! no! The little birds will stay, 937|On the ground the lark will follow high, 937|And the bright-eyed little fairy sing, 937|"Come, join the lark's glad lay; 937|Forget not yet the past, 937|Nor how vain and trifling is your gain, 937|And what is past forget, while here below! 937|Forget not yet!" 937|There was a black squirrel, 937|With his eyes out of their place; 937|He did not venture near the gate, 937|And when he found the light 937|He shut them up again. 937|Who is this that stands within the gate? 937|He does not seem to be a soul, 937|But a little black animal, 937|That looks in the glass, and then shuts -- 937|Then makes his journey straight. 937|With his sharp eye he sees me in the night 937|And he turns his head as I come near, 937|Saying oft, "The moon is nigh, 937|But the stars are stars, and stars shine there; 937|"But I've no star of my own; 937|'Tis the gate that keeps the gate; 937|It has always been this way. 937|Why did you give to me so late, 937|My sweet gate out of my gate!" 937|Why do you ask me! I'm not to ======================================== SAMPLE 12210 ======================================== A word of truth, and I know 1246|That we are the least of what the sky 1246|May grant or withhold, and what it keeps. 1246|For we may not be--nor yet forget-- 1246|We are very great, and very great. 1246|A little word of warning, I fear. 1246|If the sky let me, though I try, I know 1246|The sky will punish me for it quite. 1246|I have no fear. I have nothing to lose 1246|In the one word of this, "Alas!" 1246|A little word of warning, I fear. 1246|But who has ever looked on the sky 1246|And seen nothing that was not a star? 1246|A little word of warning, I fear. 1246|When the light touches the earth, the earth 1246|Is the symbol of beauty and God. 1246|What does it matter, though the word is weak, 1246|If God will see it through at the end, 1246|And take no blame? 1246|The dark is not a word. 1246|The dark is not a word. 1246|If a day is to grow dark, 1246|The day is to know in its turn 1246|A little doubt. 1246|The dark is not a word. 1246|It is one, and one alone, 1246|And one of the many things we know 1246|That make the day. 1246|For every thing that seems of God, 1246|For every thing of earth or air, 1246|For every thing that is not light, 1246|That is not dark, 1246|For every shadow that casts 1246|A little doubt. 1246|The words are the shadows on the earth, 1246|They strike through them one by one, 1246|And leave us no worse doubt than we had then. 1246|And he who has never had doubt that will 1246|Be as foolish as they who will. 1246|I think what he cannot understand, 1246|Though he should try, is the fact, 1246|That the words are only the shadows on the earth. 1246|One night, one long summer night, 1246|I stood among the lights and watched 1246|And the tall white fog on the sea 1246|Went slowly like a ship. 1246|Suddenly it grew dark and still, 1246|And then the red moon rose above 1246|The top of the sea. 1246|I turned, I knew not whither, 1246|For I saw no more of the sea 1246|Than watches, like stars, above my head. 1246|"Do you see anything there?" 1246|"Yes, what does all the wind at night 1246|And the sea"--he was alone. 1246|Then, like a man who has nothing done, 1246|I drew aside the wall. 1246|The stars were all the time shining, 1246|The night wind was laughing to itself. 1246|"If there be more than stars," he said, 1246|"I think there must be more than stars. 1246|And that makes more than Stars to me." 1246|But the moon had forgotten to rise, 1246|And the sea forgot to sleep. 1246|So I walked alone in the mist, 1246|And the stars forgot to breathe. 1246|And I cried, but no one answered: 1246|And I cried, "I hate it all!" 1246|And I knelt among the mist, 1246|And prayed, "My God be merciful to me!" 1246|And the wall forgot to rise. 1246|And the stars forgot to sleep. 1246|A great gray cloud above the town 1246|Lies dark and low. 1246|A star-light face seems to make 1246|A face in the dark. 1246|The moon is up, and the stars are small, 1246|And the wind is high. 1246|The wind blows the fog out of the sky 1246|And takes the star-light face away. 1246|I hear it blowing, a wild sound, 1246|Of a big white billow 1246|That is a-floating along the sky, 1246|And his voice is strong and sad. ======================================== SAMPLE 12220 ======================================== 16362|When she was gone. 16362|A man's heart is like to some poor little thing that's 16362|never had much to do with other human creatures,-- 16362|If it makes you want to laugh how it does! 16362|Oh, a man's heart is like to a boy that has sat 16362|in the sun for ages, and played with himself, and 16362|with those that he calls his friends: 16362|He is the friend of the very old and the very young, 16362|And of the very little and pitiful; 16362|And every day when you find him out you would welcome 16362|his return, were you to wait. 16362|And so you sit with him in the sun and make him laugh, 16362|and watch him, and think to yourself, that is a 16362|good boy; 16362|Though his eyes, you remember, had no tears. 16362|The world has never made one like him: 16362|"He has a heart, that's all." 16362|Oh, I don't suppose that they ever will! 16362|I should like to be like him, with those eyes 16362|glowing through the cool, so that all the 16362|earth beneath my feet 16362|Would love and listen to me in that way, 16362|And I could laugh until I was laughing, 16362|because, you know it isn't true. 16362|I don't know that they ever will! 16362|I'm not going to tell them, and I really don't. 16362|But they will always find it hard to comprehend 16362|my passion. 16362|My heart's like a tree that's leaning above a cliff 16362|when they are on a summery evening in June, 16362|Where I can stand and watch the green things fall, 16362|And see far-off yellow butterflies go by. 16362|And sometimes I know the branches will break 16362|and the leaves fall down and the tree fall under, 16362|And the green things falling may mean death, 16362|But the little green things being in the sky 16362|are sure to die of the sunlight. 16362|I'd like to be a tree standing under the sky; 16362|I'd like to be a tree in the heavens, 16362|So that people should see many, many butterflies, 16362|And know what I know. 16362|I should like to stand and gaze at the green things fall; 16362|I'd like to know what has made them die. 16362|I'd like to be a tree in the heavens in the cool; 16362|I'd like to be a branch beneath the earth 16362|so that people should find many branches near them, 16362|And know what I knows. 16362|I think to be a tree in heaven 16362|when above the blue there is a sky of clouds; 16362|I think to be a branch of the earth 16362|when the earth is bare of trees. 16362|And every morning and every evening 16362|I think to a little clouded world 16362|in the blue, 16362|But I'd like to be a tree in a cloud of clouds 16362|for it means so much to me, and it matters. 16362|The clouds are white on the sky, 16362|And the sun rides on the breeze; 16362|It is the old, old way-- 16362|It is always the way through. 16362|He carries the white clouds on his shoulders up, 16362|And he drives the gray clouds away, 16362|And he takes the gray clouds away from me, 16362|For the clouds are heavy on my face. 16362|The cloud that lies on the hillside far away, 16362|That is white with the moonlight-- 16362|It is the snow just whitening away, 16362|And white as the moonlight lies it. 16362|It is still and dark and lonely, 16362|In the white hill-side-- 16362|It is still and dark and lonely. 16362|The cloud that lies on the hillside far away, 16362|That is white with the rain-- 16362|It is the rain just whirling away, 16362|And white as the rain. 16362|The cloud that lies on the hillside far away, 16362|That ======================================== SAMPLE 12230 ======================================== 30659|And the grass of his memory. 30659|I had a daughter, she was lovely: 30659|And my sleep was like a garden soft; 30659|My walks were pleasures and content, 30659|My evenings were the happiest hours. 30659|The earth, the air, the fire-flies,-- 30659|All the joy of life were there, 30659|And in my dreams my heart was glad 30659|That they were joys I could enjoy. 30659|Till, like a shadow, she departed 30659|Down the dark valley;--then I knew 30659|That her spirit had returned to me, 30659|That her soul was with me still. 30659|When the wind wanders far and far 30659|Adown the empty space of air-- 30659|Out of the sunless lands of yonder 30659|It is but a drifting mist. 30659|The stars are dazzled and amazed 30659|By the rays of light that flit; 30659|And the water's inarticulate 30659|Murmur as it rolls away. 30659|And it makes the gloom of midnight 30659|Seem the home of all dear and fair; 30659|For the sky is a sky of eyes, 30659|And the land of dreams is a land of eyes. 30659|I cannot go a-fishing 30659|Out of your sight--for I fear 30659|Too much for you to go astray. 30659|The sea is wide and gray and chill 30659|With wind and wave and hungry spray, 30659|And you are the only thing waiting, 30659|Dear mother, when I come to you. 30659|I cannot go a-fishing 30659|Out of your sight--for I fear 30659|Too much for you to go astray. 30659|I saw you at daybreak 30659|In the garden of the West, 30659|The land of the leaves and flowers 30659|And your eyes were blue like the sky. 30659|You came to me in my sorrow, 30659|You were not far from my heart-- 30659|The land of the leaves and flowers 30659|And your eyes were blue like the sky. 30659|You were not late, dear mother, 30659|For on the hills there's singing 30659|A chorus of the song you sent 30659|To me in my sorrow and care. 30659|You came with your kisses, mother, 30659|To caress me in my sorrow, 30659|When tears were on your cheeks and hair, 30659|You sent your tears from your eyes. 30659|The earth is green--the leaves are green, 30659|The rain-flowers red and white, 30659|The sky is blue with no clouds, 30659|I never have been outdoors. 30659|The birds are all flying 30659|Out of the western sky, 30659|And the sky is blue with no clouds 30659|With a blue-black rim. 30659|The sunshine is over the hills, 30659|The shadows are falling fast, 30659|The hills are the sunsets of love, 30659|The rain-flowers and the leaves are my name. 30659|By little grey walls 30659|The old grey wall of houses 30659|Goes up to-day 30659|With the air of morning, 30659|With the golden sunlight. 30659|O little grey wall of houses 30659|With the old grey wall of houses, 30659|Can't you hear the gong at the back of the church 30659|Chime a little late 30659|And the little grey clock 30659|Goes chime ajar. 30659|And my heart is tolled 30659|To a little older one 30659|Who lives by the river 30659|Down by the bridge. 30659|But my eyes like the eyes of a bird 30659|Fly down from the old grey wall 30659|To where the blue skies 30659|Glow like the sky of May. 30659|Down in a valley of twilight, 30659|Faded and old, 30659|There stands a little maiden 30659|With a little dark eyes, 30659|And the sun is going down. 30659|And my heart will follow her 30659|To the very grave ======================================== SAMPLE 12240 ======================================== 26333|You and I, all would be sadder than we are. 26333|But I, the one dear thing that I have left. 26333|That we should lose together,--all forgotten now, 26333|Like a long summer's memory, like a flower 26333|Shed in the autumn's heartless sadness; and you 26333|Should grow old and sad, and sorrow, too, grow common. 26333|Why, what can ail my darling? Why make me sad, 26333|Why make me care for you without one wish 26333|Of love or longing? You are still so young! 26333|I love you still, and will, indeed, so very much 26333|I cannot live without you, though I know 26333|That this, at least, is for a time, at best, 26333|A momentary blossom,--I grow cold, 26333|And weary passing by from hope to hope. 26333|You make my summer seem a dull decline. 26333|I hate to see my darling wear so pale, 26333|With such a troubled brow and such a troubled waist. 26333|And yet it must be so; for otherwise 26333|I might not bear it. All the time I longed 26333|To clasp you close, and press my heart to yours, 26333|And evermore the vision would have come true. 26333|Ah, then it might have made a summer day, 26333|Or made a summer evening more serene. 26333|I might have wept--I might have wept and paled, 26333|And loved like you, and loved you more than these. 26333|Oh, I could bear it! But I must not wed 26333|This cloud of care that fills my heart with fears; 26333|And thus I pass my days, content to-night 26333|As happy as the swallows come and go. 26333|You are not sad? Well, then, let us forget 26333|All that has made us half estranged in days. 26333|I will not think of what was lost between 26333|These lips. I will not listen to your sighs: 26333|These very lips, dear maid, must not break. 26333|It was not right--I would not do this thing; 26333|And yet--I could not turn my darling's head. 26333|She will not think of this, and it is right. 26333|There is no blame in this. Let us forget 26333|All that has made us half estranged in days. 26333|We will forget all that has been or is. 26333|It was not right. And yet it was not I. 26333|Why, she is just as beautiful as she was, 26333|And just as happy--yes, just as I. 26333|A blue-eyed, petulant, blue-eyed girl, 26333|Beneath a shaggy bonnet, 26333|And in a bright-suit and a shawl; 26333|It is she, my Kate, and what of me 26333|She saw, and what of men? 26333|A dreary, dispiriting walk 26333|She took beside the river, 26333|When the sky turned stormy, and she thought 26333|That she might die of grief. 26333|"I shall never see the lovely town, 26333|Though I should travel far and wide," 26333|She sighed; "I shall never more lie 26333|In the warm country-side, at rest 26333|On the breast of a dear friend." 26333|So passing joyously, and glad 26333|With all her spirit, she left 26333|The city's little boudoir--her dream 26333|Of comfort, she believed, was quailing 26333|With that she might not see. 26333|She paused for breath. She gazed about 26333|With heart-felt awe and searching hope, 26333|Until she saw a strange, sweet face 26333|Standing near apart:-- 26333|An angel? Perhaps. 26333|But still that face seemed so unlike 26333|The angel's own, the face of one 26333|So willing to be just as he. 26333|And Kate felt, in a flash of light, 26333|That something in her heart was stirred. 26333|"O God!" she thought, ======================================== SAMPLE 12250 ======================================== 1745|A few in hope, some by dispute still hold, 1745|Not in the least concerned, nor if sooth 1745|Their dispute, that they could care or taste, 1745|But care and pain are in the end alike, 1745|Pain when there is no pain, where there is none. 1745|What can their hope, their joy be but to find 1745|Some day, which worse than doubtful, but find true? 1745|This is least hope, this is least joy, most plain. 1745|First, Hope; this is the first step: who can grow 1745|Amidst this uncertainty of uncertain 1745|Not to some rash event that either mocks, 1745|Or threatens still, what never shall be done, 1745|Or what appear'd, or seems not now to be, 1745|But that event sure, since it foreseen 1745|The world would one day be as it is now, 1745|A little shaken off, but soon restored, 1745|The man would have no more fear of Chance 1745|Or Chance's effect, or Fate's inscrutable decree. 1745|But how excess our joy over more, 1745|Or what is most seems and seemsest of all, 1745|If seemly? If in us it seems most fit, 1745|Then all our joy seemly: if in fact, 1745|Folly and fickle nature made our woe 1745|More frequent and more deep, as they did plan 1745|Our nature, which their fables do unfold; 1745|Thus wild misusers find purchase oft in crime. 1745|Nathless our hearts were pleas'd, nor private guilt 1745|Abs'd us; what we most deemed not, thought but Right, 1745|And reason with our wisdome moved our will, 1745|Not private pleasure, but the pleasure hence, 1745|That ought, but not the cause of that excess 1745|Which makes our joy excessive, and brings crime: 1745|Whom thus the moral man, the purer Wit 1745|Of this great difference taking occasion now 1745|Of yesterday's crime, to men of clay 1745|And beasts of yesterday, to writ us new 1745|Freedom, and a better reason to be call'd, 1745|VVhich thus to speak his sentence against us, 1745|Though writing under penalty of death; 1745|Though writing us this penalty in question, 1745|Whose shadow far across the evening grows 1745|Shall yet across our morning extend, 1745|Shall yet extend far into the deep, 1745|Shall find us counsell'd and assist'd to bear 1745|This penance and deliver up our souls 1745|Unto the grace of God. Yea, though indeed 1745|In some strange point of mathematics 1745|Ye deem that number, which I have defin'd, 1745|Numberless and infinite, and which ye name 1745|Numberless and infinite, that doth reckon 1745|Six and one, to number very naught, 1745|Yet to the thinking creatures this is true, 1745|That each to number like itself doth come, 1745|And that hence therefore should ye take it good, 1745|That numberless and infinite they are: 1745|Else why should number, which is grace to man, 1745|Therefore to number creatures be abhorr'd? 1745|Numberless and infinite, as great and strange, 1745|If infinite not to number are too narrow, 1745|And numberless too, if infinite not wide. 1745|If infinite not to number seem too narrow, 1745|Why not too wide? since wide is good to please. 1745|If possible, let's please ourselves withal, 1745|And try what great the good it is to be 1745|More or less bound. Wide is more compatible 1745|With true universal liberty, 1745|Availability of wealth, and pleasure too, 1745|While to each creature what he lists provides, 1745|Available or bargained for, therein lies 1745|Bliss without actionGroup, and slavery 1745|Safely triall without bondage: which overcomes 1745|All questions of advantage or of pain: 1745|So that which once bethought us of our former felicity, 1745|And trusted to the goodness of our God 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 12260 ======================================== 1471|Thick as a veiling cloud; but all the while 1471|Pressing the soul with a damping, 1471|And a damping of the heart, like a shroud, 1471|She held two things immaculately one,-- 1471|The sun and the moon. 1471|The moon is all drenched with silver, 1471|The sun of the silver drenched us 1471|As at a revel; for we, too weakened, 1471|Saw not the face 1471|Of God. And yet God is a changeless Being: 1471|How could we change for ever, and not be changeless 1471|In the same gazer who gaze on the golden 1471|And ever-flowing motion 1471|Of the sea-stricken streams and the floating and wavering 1471|And dizzy sea-drift? And when we see the 1471|Warping clouds fold back the day-- 1471|We know not yet which the wraith of the universe 1471|Which, like a wing, 1471|Shakes the air with its stormy sounds and 1471|with all of the whirr-wand'ring 1471|Circling beauty, or the mystic 1471|Thee, who stand 1471|In the great sea-field 1471|Amid your countless might, 1471|Thee unseen, thee sublime, 1471|You only, whence the tides of our being are 1471|Rising and setting; which of us not stands in awe 1471|Of the mysterious omnipotence of Thy beauty? 1471|When at last, 1471|To the sun with a shriek, 1471|We plunge for our refuge 1471|In the red gulf where is the dread to have been 1471|We saw in our youth 1471|The sun go down in the west, 1471|And the moon ride up in the east, 1471|And the stars come down in the west, 1471|And the wild winds in the north, 1471|And the wild seas in the south, 1471|When the deeps of their meeting 1471|Are all filled up, as with waves 1471|And the stormy surge-waves, 1471|Where the waves meet the hurricane, 1471|As a world-wave meets a tide. 1471|What will they be then? 1471|When the star-clouds burn 1471|With light of a thousand fires, 1471|With music of wings, 1471|Then the great host of heaven 1471|Shall turn and pursue 1471|In the dark to the abysses of the void 1471|With a shriek of the lightning, 1471|And rush down in the clouds from the mountain heights. 1471|What will be then? 1471|'Twas a vision for a day, 1471|Thou, sun, in this vision art wan; 1471|Nor wilt Thou wither to Ancar to be; 1471|Nor wilt Thou die on the mount of Acheron; 1471|And the world shall know it no ill, 1471|For the spirit of God is not yet laid up in the clay. 1471|O glory of love, 1471|That wilt thou never take place? 1471|Wilt Thou come nigh this soul, 1471|Thy living, perfect self, 1471|And hide it in Death, and die out of the world? 1471|And must I die 1471|Out of my sorrow, when all my life's been given 1471|In sighing for sweet sighing? 1471|O glory of love, 1471|I could wish all the world to live 1471|As I've been living; and then be still, 1471|But who shall bid me be 1471|Living, and being, and will I ever cease the while?-- 1471|There is something of a quiet in the moon, 1471|I must mend now my heart's aching pain, 1471|As the bird's in bed, 1471|So does the wind in the heart, 1471|The sky in the soul--'tis a sad, dark spell; 1471|O glory of love, 1471|How shall I do when Thy love was made 1471|Out of my heart, so sweet, so pure, so true ======================================== SAMPLE 12270 ======================================== I would take my last bit of clay in mine hand, 36150|And leave the rest to thee, my lord and master! 36150|And think, should any other one in the world 36150|Be standing on my pavements and my pavements, 36150|And ask me whose it is, I would have them think, 36150|'Tis his or her, and ask why his or her face is there. 36150|I'd tell him that mine are poor and worn and wan, 36150|And worn with sorrow and sadness are mine eyes; 36150|Mine ears are parted and parted are mine ears, 36150|And parted are mine hands, all heavy with cares; 36150|Mine feet are weary and worn to the sweet sand, 36150|My weary feet, and all worn with heavy cares. 36150|I would tell him that mine eyes are glassed in sleep; 36150|Mine head is bowed with care, as if I had played 36150|Upon the harp strings for a long long long night 36150|That have lain so long to awaken, now to see the stars. 36150|I'd tell him my spirit is borne along by dreams, 36150|And that before I wake I would hear the waves 36150|Of joy, and sorrow, singing the songs of this poor soul; 36150|And, looking in his sad eyes, say, "'Tis thine to let 36150|A poor soul sing by these eyes to God for ever." 36150|And then with a sigh, turn to my mistress with "Tell 36150|Me then thy name; for thou art well known to me, 36150|The first of all my company, and I would 36150|Take this poor time once more and give thee one good term." 36150|My name--my name is God and what is mine to do 36150|Within the world--my very own self is I, 36150|And the soul that is mine hath but a little span 36150|To breathe its soul, and see the world in its own way. 36150|O thou God who loveth not the man who loves not God! 36150|That loveth God is not for man, but only man 36150|Is for himself, and must be love; and as it is, 36150|I can make man, but cannot make love for man. 36150|Heaven to man must kindle then--and then man's heart 36150|Has the great chance to feel what Heaven is to God. 36150|For I love thee, Mother, God is thy name, 36150|Thy only name and very my own, and God 36150|Is thine--and what more can a poor soul desire? 36150|The love thou givest me is not for the present; 36150|I love thee not--all, all am thine until 36150|I love indeed, but love not what thou lovest. 36150|In this I long have loved thee, and thou hast 36150|Forgot my love a century and more ago: 36150|And when thou lovest more, I know it, Mother, 36150|And love like thine the poor soul must have. 36150|My days are done--I never will return 36150|In spite of you, they say, and if I said 'no,' 36150|They would not hear my cry, but would have me scorn 36150|And love me, and not leave, and for what cause? 36150|I do not know! I do not know! 36150|Some day I think I'll do it; but, Mother, 36150|Why this pain in your heart? Are you afraid? 36150|Or is it but that God's will? 36150|Oh, give me leave to love some other man! 36150|Mother, I love the man I love not now-- 36150|The man who loves and takes my soul for life-- 36150|And I would take my own! 36150|My dear mother, if I have not done 36150|Truthfully to God, then God doth well! 36150|But I confess thou knowest. 36150|So, Mother, then God doth best, 36150|But all the time, and that is well-- 36150|Why dost thou so? 36150|Mother, I fear to love thee--nay, 36150|Nay, I will dare-- 36150|But when the sun shall shine no more ======================================== SAMPLE 12280 ======================================== 27781|They said when I did the job, 27781|“It would take two hours to mend." 27781|“You’re right, ma’am,” I said, 27781|“but I’d rather get the work.” 27781|And I’ll get the work, my mother dear; 27781|But you’ll be a pretty lass at heart, 27781|For once a week-day, and twice a week-night, 27781|You can lie in our kitchen sink. 27781|And I hope, as I watch the plates, 27781|I ne’er am left in danger of hunger. 27781|My father, when he sits at breakfast, 27781|Makes an excellent steward; 27781|And that good steward I will be, 27781|And serve at table all the day, 27781|To feed us all with good white rice. 27781|For he’ll have our daily fare, 27781|And he’ll have a hearty lunch and cold, 27781|To cheer us up to walk or ride, 27781|And he’ll take his leave with the first fish, 27781|Which serves as a dinner. 27781|For I’ll never get old wayfarers, 27781|That are never at home: 27781|No matter if they have no fear, 27781|They go there no more. 27781|No matter if they come in peace; 27781|So long as they stay in the place 27781|They were born there will be. 27781|So much we all should benefit 27781|The places under the stars, 27781|The places where we live, and never 27781|A moment is forgot. 27781|The moon was full as I’d ever seen, 27781|The sun, too, full as he was full, 27781|While there were no clouds to trouble me, 27781|No rain to cloud my hair; 27781|For when we came to Thee, the Lord of All, 27781|No place was too small. 27781|“My house thou must not build without my nod, 27781|Nor yet without me leave; 27781|The earth thou must not raise up till thou art laid 27781|Its roots in Thee. 27781|“Be it dark or be it light, be each its type, 27781|Leave that to Thee. 27781|“The houses of Man thou must not awaken, 27781|Till fit fulfilment be paid; 27781|Then thou shalt wake, like me, in sleep.” 27781|This is the house by which we do meet, 27781|The house of prayer, 27781|The house of meeting. 27781|“The sun is kind as God when he shows, 27781|And nature always does grow; 27781|So pray without fear, 27781|And let what He says be true, 27781|And he will be kind, God grant.” 27781|The morning I saw before me rise, 27781|With the full moon o’ershading the sky, 27781|An angel, like the heavens on high, 27781|A radiant sky. 27781|“Now let me make a city of the air 27781|With all its glories mixed together, 27781|As fair as ever I could desire, 27781|For the fairest place’s the heart o’ the sea. 27781|“Let its streets be paved with marble white, 27781|And the way be paved with stone; 27781|Its walls of adamant bright and pure, 27781|Its fountains clear. 27781|“Let its fountain, bright beneath the moon 27781|That ’twill not overflow, 27781|Be the heart of the ocean, and the name 27781|Of the river of heaven. 27781|“Let its fountain-head not overflow, 27781|Nor any wave disturb; 27781|So ’tis for the city, and the name 27781|Of the river of heaven.” 27781|Then came the Lord of light, the heavenly host, 27781|And their messenger, the Angel true, 27781|And their messenger, the Angel bright, 27781|And from far away they bore 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 12290 ======================================== 2621|Of lighted candles that I burn 2621|Upon the altar with my breath? 2621|I hear, I hear, 2621|The angels singing, "Peace on earth," 2621|And "Judge between the red and green." 2621|Away, away, 2621|The lighted candles, 2621|The angels sing, 2621|And there before the Blessed One 2621|I bow my head, 2621|And drink the balm 2621|That breathes upon His blessed brow. 2621|Away, away! 2621|The blessed and sacred One 2621|Has left me here alone 2621|In this high glory of his love, 2621|In this low glory of His woe, 2621|For the first time. 2621|I feel as He who died, 2621|And rose again, 2621|On the white wings 2621|Of His swift, white-winged angel fleet; 2621|As the white brow of His chosen bride 2621|The light upon that altar burned; 2621|The angels sang so gay, 2621|And the holy song 2621|Serve to refresh 2621|My weary eyes, as I lay down to rest. 2621|My heart swells 2621|With the joy with which my soul is filled; 2621|The rapture, the gladness of the wine 2621|That fills my lips with praise 2621|The holy angels 2621|Fill my soul with music sweet; 2621|And, filling, 2621|They fill me overflowingly 2621|With that lofty joy 2621|That fills the heavens with the joy of love. 2621|I am the child of the wild vine, 2621|That loves the light: I am the dove 2621|That circles in the sunny air. 2621|I am the lark, the squirrel, and the hen, 2621|All that is soft and sweet and calm. 2621|I am the bud that opens in the spring. 2621|I am the apple, and the blossom white, 2621|That falls upon the little eye. 2621|I am the bird whose pinion bends the air; 2621|He is my brother, because I fly. 2621|I am the child of the rose in full, 2621|But tinted like the Northern snow. 2621|I am the flower that hangs upon the bough, 2621|And drops into the great fountain. 2621|I am the flower in which the thief streams, 2621|And wets upon the stake. 2621|I am the bird in whose far deep throat 2621|The sharp tassels run. 2621|Hither, I come along the River Road; 2621|Hither, I come to die. 2621|And in the valley round about us lay 2621|The woodland under our feet. 2621|Then shall the hunter mark how I shall lie, 2621|And, dying, in my blood shall see 2621|What wounds shall end my feeble life, 2621|And what shall be my grave. 2621|When I am dead, all that is left of me 2621|Shall be Love's prison-house and God's pall; 2621|And I shall hear the wind that blows 2621|Along the River Road, 2621|And through the quiet trees 2621|Shall hear the low sweet murmur 2621|Of the meadow-lark. 2621|Ah! not too still a folk be 2621|That go to die in the great wide wood; 2621|Nor yet for ever cold 2621|Away from man: 2621|But let us keep a cheerful pace, 2621|Since that the woods are free, 2621|Yet let us still be free 2621|From this sad bondage. 2621|It may be oft, 'mid summer haze, 2621|Before I hear the far bird's song. 2621|Or in the dewy after dawn. 2621|Or when the summer time is long. 2621|It may be ere the night-silent close, 2621|Ere evening brings the star-sundered light. 2621|Or, perhaps, ere winter's storms begin, 2621|Ere his wild frown in tempest throws 2621|His frozen whirlpools o'er ======================================== SAMPLE 12300 ======================================== 18238|For love or hate, for want, for wantonness, 18238|For love or hate, for what is here in the world? 18238|Hate his heart is, hate is his tongue, 18238|And hate is his faith, 18238|But hate and greed! 18238|For hate a lover's words are sweet, 18238|But hate and greed his love is; 18238|But hate and greed is the world's shame 18238|And hate's most vile. 18238|So we have done, at our best, 18238|And so we'll do, 18238|But the world can see 18238|We are two little rats, and go 18238|Out into the world with wings, 18238|And never return. 18238|For, sometimes, in any door 18238|Of the wide wild, where rats are, 18238|Some poor little rat will creep 18238|And cling upon a edge, 18238|And when the door is shut, and, lo, 18238|The rat no more to see 18238|Will drop, and drop and drop and fail 18238|For want of breath; and the poor thing 18238|Will hang upon the ledge 18238|And feel its last regrets, for 18238|If it could die at all. 18238|And so we die, and the life 18238|It has known is gone, 18238|And the poor small soul that clings, 18238|The little soul that whimps, 18238|And sucks, and bleeds, and shrieks, 18238|And struggles vainly, vainly, vainly, 18238|Will shrink and shriek and shriek and shriek, 18238|And the world can see. 18238|The road through the city 18238|Ropes-rope. . . . 18238|The sun in his azure tower 18238|The air is hot and strange, 18238|And a man comes marching 18238|With a drum, with a drum. 18238|What is it, what is it 18238|That you bring me 18238|Across the stony street, 18238|Across the stony street? 18238|A new-made drum, 18238|A new-made drum, 18238|All silent in its silence, 18238|All silent in its silence. 18238|What comes there singing, singing? 18238|What, what comes there singing? 18238|It is a new-made drum, 18238|A new-made drum, 18238|Silence on the dusty street; 18238|It is the steady march, 18238|It hits, it hits, it hits. 18238|What is there here marching, marching, 18238|There here singing, singing? 18238|It is a new-made drum 18238|Drum, drum, drum, 18238|It is the steady march, 18238|It hits, it hits, it hits. 18238|I would that that the world seemed still and round. 18238|In the night that settles over the land, 18238|Under the stars that gleam and shine, 18238|I would that that the world seemed still and round. 18238|In the night that goes round the moon 18238|Telling the tale it told 18238|What day was its, 18238|Midnight, and night, and drowsiness. 18238|And when it's midnight and night once more, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round. 18238|What is it that is wandering there 18238|Wandering by morning, wandering by noon, 18238|Borne off on the wind-drifted wing 18238|Of the storm-wind drifting wide? 18238|Wind of the winter and wind of the wind, 18238|What is it that is wandering there? 18238|And when it's noon and night once more, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round, 18238|Would that the world seemed still and round. 18238|The clouds pass over and the rain pours down, 18238|And the wind drops down upon the fields, and they blow away. 18238|They don't bring no pleasantness here to me: 18238|I'm in a hurry and I go to meet a stranger 18238|In the fields ======================================== SAMPLE 12310 ======================================== 16452|A shower, and now the light; and thus a sound 16452|Of many a pipe and vocal song began, 16452|Which the hero men, the maids, the youths, the train 16452|Of noble Myrmidons, from all the host 16452|Of foot, and horse, and chariot, all around, 16452|With all their song and dance, had hourly raised 16452|Against the palace walls; till all at once, 16452|With shrill and harmonious ditty, all around 16452|At Hector's gates the echoes came that filled 16452|With sound the city of Thebes. At length 16452|The herald of the King, issuing first 16452|To view the scene, with cheerful face and eyes 16452|Glimmer'd forth, and in the midst the sound 16452|Of many a pipe and vocal song began. 16452|Hector, the son of Priam! no mortal 16452|Is equal in this work of war in Greece. 16452|I would my song, as in command the King 16452|To bring us to the city, should enchain 16452|Whoe'er should feel the fatal hour aright. 16452|But since, by Jove's command, ye here are driven, 16452|Let not your people's pleasure so excite 16452|Your hearts, that, for yourselves, ye yield to us 16452|Our vanquish'd. But if this is not so, 16452|I would not in the battle's stress have perish'd. 16452|Thus, thus the herald sang. At once the Greeks 16452|With voice all thunder'd, and the walls resound'd 16452|Forth in the din of their rejoicing cheer, 16452|Which pierced the ear as loudly as the men. 16452|So with the herald's voice he made them hear 16452|That he had conquered many, and had slain 16452|Some not succumb'd; then, they murmuring husbark'd. 16452|Then Hector in the gate himself arose. 16452|Ungraffed he stood there; for in his front 16452|A barge of matchled oxen was to weigh, 16452|And the same wicket guarded both entrance and abode 16452|Of the illustrious Priam; but his arms, 16452|From the pavilions, held the inner gates 16452|Of the great gates, and the city's walls encompass'd. 16452|As for Hector, from whose hands he felt 16452|The hand of vengeance, he brake out full speed 16452|On him; but him again Ulysses smote 16452|Thrice on the right elbow with his spear's point, 16452|Then lifting both spears, three at once he drove. 16452|Meantime, with speedier impulse and with greater force 16452|Fierce Iris, daughter of Jove, from the door 16452|Arose; he smote Ulysses from his steed 16452|With a swift-footed spear, but he drove twice-shot steel 16452|Against the chest, and twice drew back the bow, 16452|And twice the awful god his awful look 16452|Ulysses, as he issued from the porch 16452|Beside the wall, with feet of solid earth 16452|And the high steps of the high-arched house; so, in whom 16452|All felt the energy of arms, the impulse, like 16452|That of a mountain-slack, from his steed awoke 16452|Pelides on wing, but he hurl'd back the bow. 16452|But Hector, with a voice that seemed to speak 16452|Angelic, thus the son of Peleus cried: 16452|What have we to do with vain complaints of pain! 16452|Hear me, ye Trojans; I will speak the cause. 16452|This was a pleasant palace once his own, 16452|The royal chief to Priam Priam named; 16452|But not till him, in his old age, it sat, 16452|Its roofs o'erturn'd, its beeches and its trees. 16452|A fount of gold and frankincense 16452|The mother of two children furnished, 16452|Whose wants were hard indeed, but plenty supply'd, 16452|And thus in days of old the golden bowl 16452|He had before seen, all fill ======================================== SAMPLE 12320 ======================================== 1727|sitting at the windows of the chamber, as I was going to sleep. 1727|A woman, who came with the others to bring me to Ulysses, fell 1727|in love with one of the house servants, and she was much angered because 1727|she had to leave; for she thought the men were being unjust and 1727|unpatriotic. So she told her servant who was in the shop, and 1727|they cut her wages, and would not let her go with her 1727|servants and pay her debts. 1727|"It was no exaggeration when he said he would see you at the 1727|pantry. You must go to my own house, and give your letter to 1727|the stranger who is going with the stranger, who is coming 1727|with Ulysses' servant, who will come as soon as you are about to 1727|come to town. 1727|"I will send you a good housewife who will look after you and 1727|attend you as though you were a king; let her find out where you 1727|are going, you may stay here for ever, but as soon as she has done 1727|So, for the present, let us make trial of the town of the 1727|other side, where no army can withstand us and the wind. If we 1727|lend him some ships, he will come quickly to you as soon as he can 1727|and tell you the kind of people who have come over here, for 1727|this shall be the great trial. I shall lead my men into the 1727|Plebades house in the city, and make trial by force of arms of 1727|Ulysses and Melanthius (in whose name you may perhaps have more 1727|concern), while Ulysses takes his man Hector--such is the kind 1727|of man that once was the bravest man in all Troy. I am sure 1727|there is none more excellent than he; he will do more than he can 1727|do, and do it quickly, for all the others will not help and 1727|shall not help him against us; but you are old and have some 1727|fear of battle, and therefore you shall have to do the least. 1727|"You can send some goblet, and I will send you a good one, 1727|which I will drink wine and give you, for wine was the drink of 1727|the people at Delos, and they have their wine always fresh 1727|about their platters; nevertheless, I fear that we shall drink a 1727|dinner too deep, for you are the oldest person in the town, and 1727|you have served me so many many times and I shall serve you in this 1727|case for a thousand talents, in that neither your age nor your 1727|fear can avail you; it is all because of your want of good 1727|company. You are going to make trial of me, without fail, in 1727|the presence of a crowd, and you must carry off my daughter. 1727|The son of Pylaemenos shall be slain in the house of Iphicles 1727|the rich man, while they come up against us, but Telemachus 1727|will still be king, for Jove has sent me, with a large sum of gold 1727|and many fine pieces of fine wrought work, to make trial of 1727|Ulysses and his friends, and make trial by force of arms, but 1727|for this I have a great company to take up, and I will see how 1727|I can make out; let me try, and if the Achaeans are too swift 1727|to do me in, I can make use of the weapons of the Trojans which 1727|are lying piled up in the walls, and which the men 1727|are killing." 1727|On this he sent a herald (for the messenger knew nothing about 1727|such work), and bidding them tell my lord the king, and pray that 1727|he would give a good man welcome to his house; they went straight 1727|about, for Telemachus, and Telemachus' wife, and the girl's brother 1727|and her two sisters went back with them; they took their 1727|places at once about the porch, and waited for the herald 1727|to come back. There was no harm and little fear, for they were ======================================== SAMPLE 12330 ======================================== 21019|A few words about the place. 21019|To the right of them the woods divide, 21019|But all at the same time your view 21019|Falls in, through the branches down, 21019|On the left as to a house, 21019|And the other on a hill-- 21019|And the house comes up before you-- 21019|Your heart is touched, and you smile. 21019|And at dawn, through the forest leaves 21019|The wild goose flies with a cry-- 21019|On the left as to an old house, 21019|And the old house coming down-- 21019|And the old house coming down, 21019|And the wild goose flitt'ring down-- 21019|On the left as to an old grave, 21019|And the old grave coming down-- 21019|And the old grave coming down, 21019|And the eagle flying down-- 21019|On the right of them your view splits; 21019|You look to the right a moment, 21019|See the little house in the glade,-- 21019|And the house comes up before you. 21019|All in a moment you look back 21019|O, this day is a day, 21019|My dearest house and home 21019|'Neath the sky! O, this day is 21019|Thy day of rest! 21019|O, this day was made on purpose, 21019|So take the grace! 21019|The day is broken in the west, 21019|The red sun sets, the clouds are black, 21019|And the wind, like an angel, sings. 21019|With a thousand sounds of morn, 21019|With a thousand sounds of noon, 21019|With a thousand sound of the night, 21019|With a trumpet-blast of the far off land, 21019|We hear its breath like a sacred word. 21019|We hear the sounds of a far-off land, 21019|We see the mountains towering high, 21019|Where the hills are dark with storms, 21019|And the rocks are craggy and bleak, 21019|And the waves their tongues of flame reel. 21019|And we hear a trumpet-blast of the east,-- 21019|And the star is lit on a flag, 21019|And the heavens above are filled 21019|With a glory and a beauty the like of which 21019|We should find thereoon 21019|Were a day like a night like this! 21019|So we look, and behold, 21019|We behold, the lights that come from far, 21019|From the heights of the ocean's shore, 21019|Where the hills are dark with storms, 21019|And the rocks are craggy and bleak, 21019|And the deep is broken in the sea! 21019|As to that bright morning tide 21019|The clouds are rising, light and white, 21019|In the west--and the hills are bright 21019|Where the wind is riding a wave! 21019|A day like the sea, a day like this, 21019|Was the music ye bade me sing on the first day. 21019|And when the time of its flight, 21019|In the far-off land, was near, 21019|The music and the story 21019|Were all in one accord. 21019|And it is so to the voice 21019|That shall float the air of this earth 21019|In the far-off land, 21019|In that far-off land. 21019|And oh, I see your heart's desire 21019|Is to be to me 21019|The love of this day, 21019|Of this day... 21019|And the music of the day, 21019|In the far-off land, 21019|In that far-off land. 21019|I hear the thunder rolls, 21019|I smell the burning town; 21019|And oh, I see my life's last fear, 21019|I see her face to die! 21019|I hear the last sad cries, 21019|I see my lady die, 21019|And God is with the first! 21019|I see where the far-off woods, 21019|On the hills at rest, 21019|Sit like a kingdom's slaves, 21019| ======================================== SAMPLE 12340 ======================================== 19226|And so, dear Lord, I'd love to tell you what is wrong; 19226|I could not help it if I tried; all that I know 19226|Is that my heart is with your daughter, Mary,-- 19226|'Wilt thou not come back soon, little Mary-Rose?' 19226|Her eyes like silver bells in Spring open hung-- 19226|'O, I can never go back, dear Lord!' she cried, 19226|'Let me go to my Father's Hall together!' 19226|'Nay--go without, my Mary; come away!' 19226|It is only those who can love cannot forgive. 19226|'_I, too_,' a mother cried, 'my only child!' 19226|That, Lord, is a great thing! When she was gone 19226|I lay upon the road all lone and pale. 19226|Her father was gone that fateful day 19226|And we were left to Heaven's care alone. 19226|And ever while my senses seem to range, 19226|I feel the bitter memory of that night 19226|And so, dear Lord, you see me all alone, 19226|And then with such a terrible terror burn, 19226|You think my very heart will break, and then 19226|You think my life will cease, and all for nought, 19226|And so, dear Lord, you know that I am with Thee. 19236|Brought by the _Schaffer_ in a Pannier from the _Babylonian_ 19236|"Come, little boy, the moon is bright," sighed the ancient 19236|merchant. "The moon is shining o'er my barque," added the 19236|babes. 19236|"It sets me dying to watch and weep," answered the little 19236|boy. 19236|"There! it sets me dead to life," groaned the merchant, with a 19236|laid-by rollicking smile. "With all that's fine gold in the 19236|treasure-box, there isn't a 'poor man's' silver coin in the 19236|treasure-box but is worth a lot of money," answered the 19236|children. 19236|"Not all the diamonds on earth would tempt my love to come back, 19236|"Not all the gold I won in the field would tempt me back out 19236|"Not all the pearls I caught in the seas with all that's in the 19236|purse would tempt me, Lord," they answered. 19236|"Come here, my little boy," the merchant said, "and be my guide 19236|"Not all the gold I win from the field would tempt me back 19236|out of the seas into the sea, my friend," said the little 19236|boy. 19236|"What do you mean?" asked the merchant. 19236|"A thousand pounds a-year! and twenty-five for a ship?" 19236|"Why not?" said the merchant. 19236|"Because it's only one pound a year," said the boy. "A 'little' 19236|"And then? And then you'd go sailing?" 19236|"No, not sailing; I'd study. I thought life was the sweetest 19236|"Why don't you learn to ride a horse?" said the boy. 19236|"What are you going for?" the boy said in a puzzled tone. 19236|"I want to go home to Cambridge," answered the boy. 19236|"Why not?" said the boy, again puzzled. 19236|"Why not?" the boy inquired. 19236|"No, not home," the boy answered. 19236|"Why, so fast horses may gallop around, but you can't?" 19236|"Why, I can read Greek," said the boy. 19236|"Hark! What does it mean?" the boy asked. 19236|"Why, then, you'll have to learn to read Greek," said the boy. 19236|"No need of that," said the boy. 19236|"It's the same as learning," said the boy. 19236|"Ah, that's very strange!" 19236|"So you won't," said the boy. 19236|"It isn't quite that," said he, "I'd do it," he answered. 19236|"Can I ride a horse?" said he, with a bitter sigh ======================================== SAMPLE 12350 ======================================== 1745|Where thy swift car with flaming wheeles did stray 1745|The dewy way, and turne thy watrie eyes, 1745|Erewhile beheld, yet never set. 1745|What hast thou done more wonderously 1745|Than when thou didst arise so neere, 1745|With open mouth, to girdle with pearling gold 1745|His Throne, that was set high, and look't from farre, 1745|Betwixt thine hands and High Heav'n? 1745|What hast thou done more wonderously 1745|Than to the shame of Him, the first Ancestour, 1745|That blessed us, and now shall render us 1745|Even more to blesse our inmost minds, 1745|And put on garlands for our Grandsires Grandsires Trees, 1745|To come from above? 1745|What hast thou done more wonderously, 1745|Than, froward, to upbraid our God, our Sire? 1745|A woman to walk in pride and pre-ecspy 1745|Th' angels white, with naked locks and hands 1745|That could not hold a tipple, but rolled 1745|About the centre, to be seen most wide 1745|And loudest, set on each hand a Flute, 1745|To make her haire concord with the Clouds 1745|That were the Clouds; for this had glorie in Heavn: 1745|O how sofre it did passe, 1745|When that that was heard in Heavn! the fair sounds 1745|That thou didst then repeat did sound like Bells 1745|Awaken in the Sanctuary, to inform 1745|Mankind, that they who open wide their mouths 1745|For Thee to adorne, had, within an hour, 1745|Called Heaven together into a shout, 1745|And thus farr had arrivd, when all the Saints 1745|To the great King, in whose sight all things happen, 1745|Answer'd him an Altar; for thither light 1745|Had been sent, to make an example clear 1745|Of that which might be expected, whereof 1745|He might vengence or misguide a tooth 1745|Of his great Purpose, by making seem 1745|Things which they thought would not be, or might, 1745|Till they might fall, and then begin anew: 1745|And those, who him with the greatest care 1745|Deny'd, but he at least at last obtained, 1745|Are now held potent against his own right. 1745|The new Created he created last, 1745|The which were then such as now in him 1745|Reversed, so that they all might seem 1745|Moved, not made, till he himself should call 1745|Things into being, and them fill, and make 1745|As they are desir'd, so that each substance found 1745|Might be resolv'd, of him and of his Lords 1745|Qualifie and Honour; what at first learne, 1745|Godhead without qualification. 1745|The new created he created last, 1745|The which were then such as now in him 1745|Reversed, so that they all might seem 1745|Moved, not made, till he himself should call 1745|Things into being, and them fill, and make 1745|As they are desir'd, so that each substance found 1745|Might be respiring, so that each thing might 1745|Be good, and so by judgment shar'd, and shar'd 1745|In power, and so by power might be dividd 1745|Toward the highest, that none should be afeard 1745|Against another, and no creature bold: 1745|For each thing to several gen'rall belongd, 1745|Suffic'd in multiplicity by dower. 1745|Mortals who must bide the fall, and gaze 1745|On heights from whence descried their ruin bold, 1745|Shall, doubtless, think, how sad must be their end, 1745|What power have they to grieve, or how to mend, 1745|If after labours end; and to what part, 1745|If any part, shall that op ======================================== SAMPLE 12360 ======================================== 1304|To the green wood I'll wend with my Love, 1304|With my fair Love to lead the way. 1304|Her eyes like stars, or the silver moon 1304|In the clear water, 1304|Bright beaming with deep wisdom she shone, 1304|As she led me thro' the glade. 1304|There was Peris, the wild swan's child, 1304|Whom myself I knew by her shadow, 1304|In the light of her beauty clad; 1304|But my eyes knew not her in the least, 1304|For they were of the watery kind. 1304|Yet I followed, till I stood at last 1304|At the edge of the glade atween us; 1304|O wherefore, in sooth, was there need 1304|To hide me from her lovely face? 1304|What would she say to me, were she there, 1304|If I stood there with tears in my eyes? 1304|Nay, nay--the thing is not so plain: 1304|For pity, my sweet Love, do not cry-- 1304|For I will come thee back to me. 1304|But for pleasure I must still keep 1304|Thy sweet voice to sing unto, 1304|And thy smile to smile at, still and warm, 1304|For my soul is a happy thing. 1304|Nay, nay! it is not so--I lie-- 1304|I only know I must love thee 1304|Till my last breath, for thy love's sake. 1304|O'er the green grass which we walk on 1304|As the summer sun is sinking; 1304|Soft is the bracken shade beneath us, 1304|And the linnets sing above us. 1304|There we shall come to die, my Love, 1304|And our years will be numbered, 1304|And the stars will see us dividing, 1304|And the heaven above us o'er. 1304|So our parting shall be neither sad, 1304|Sad though it should be, or sadder 1304|Than the death that waits for us lovers, 1304|When we reel from star to star. 1304|I heard a thousand blended notes 1304|Upon a summer's evening; 1304|I marked a thousand varied shapes 1304|Appearing one by one. 1304|Methought I saw a thousand white swans 1304|Swimming in the greener air; 1304|And a thousand fowls, the crafty sound 1304|Having from them a draught divine, 1304|Floating unsuspectedly 1304|Into the broad white sky. 1304|O, I remember each fair shape, 1304|It seemed so happy-like! 1304|It seemed as if it did not mind, 1304|By day nor night the misery 1304|That sun and air and sea 1304|Send up upon all things that meet 1304|Their unrestful affections. 1304|I saw a thousand white swans 1304|Gyrating in the green, 1304|With their various-dying songs 1304|Speaking to the passing air. 1304|For I remember distinctly 1304|How white was her bosom-neck, 1304|And the crown upon her head; 1304|And the sun behind her smiling 1304|Glinted her head so beautiful. 1304|But at one point their reign is ended, 1304|And she rules them with an iron rule, 1304|Who dare approach too near her. 1304|But she, like a weary queen, 1304|We tried to amuse her; 1304|Till the cruel sun and wind 1304|To our foolish boat betrayed her 1304|In the ruffian, treacherous wind! 1304|O, we sank her, we killed her! 1304|But no matter, for a little boat 1304|Winds, like a cruel breeze, 1304|Swoop'd on us from the open main; 1304|And the sail was blown, and the leak was wide. 1304|O, the cruel tempest how it blew! 1304|The cruel sun and wind! 1304|They could not all be what they were claiming. 1304|If you were hers, I suppose, 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 12370 ======================================== 16452|Than a young son; for neither he who brings 16452|His brethren forth, nor he who keeps them here 16452|From death a month, shall perish by the hand 16452|Of one so mean as he is; all his blood 16452|Pouring in sullen torrents he must purge, 16452|The stench of it distilling on his brows, 16452|And all his hair out blowing, while his voice 16452|Shrill through the gloom his voice of anger hoarse. 16452|We have not long to wait, for Jove himself 16452|And all his gods, both where he jarrs the wave 16452|And where he breathes, shall in his fury dash 16452|The chariot of Achilles. Come then; prepare 16452|The feast also, and let all men eat and drink. 16452|To whom the valiant Nestor thus replied. 16452|Atrides! Menoetes! noble friend of mine 16452|Anchises! thus Hector answer'd me. Jove 16452|And all the other Gods, and all the mirth 16452|That is, and ever shall be, born in peace, 16452|Hear, noble Menelaus, but thyself 16452|And thy companions, I propose to wait 16452|The night as guests upon brave Menelaus. 16452|To whom Hector of the glancing helm replied. 16452|Hear me, Menelaus! and be deemed in truth 16452|An heir to Jove, as noble Nestor bid. 16452|I, I myself, shall be here. Ah, what a day 16452|To sit the guest of Menelaus, chief 16452|Of every friend, and have the noble feast 16452|Waiting only in the temple of the Gods! 16452|Him answer'd then heroic Menelaus. 16452|Atrides! may I ever to thee be true 16452|In friendship and in peace, and thou the while 16452|Pleased hast thou been, here with thy guests prolong 16452|My stay. So mayst thou be attired in raiment 16452|Rugged, and in a mantle of the best. 16452|Go now; the banquet shall commence shortly. 16452|He said, and his dark-fac'd mother from the couch 16452|Approach'd of Menelaus, son of Atreus. 16452|She, with the night before her, seated there 16452|Ulysses sat and feasting with her train. 16452|The heralds now begin to call the men 16452|To council. They (with time they have arrived 16452|Since late had moved them) sit in division. 16452|Atrides, in the cloister, is at once 16452|Familiar to all, and all their eyes with ease 16452|From either counsellor to choose is cast, 16452|As by their own free wont they divide. 16452|But to the city-town, where many a chief 16452|Pent in the temple, is not yet withdrawn, 16452|And, where the host assembles, he is led, 16452|The herald, by the hand to the assembly-place. 16452|He, at the oar his golden girdle wears, 16452|With cord and cordovan trailing to the ground. 16452|Nor is the herald silent one and all 16452|Are silent. As a man, his speeches clear 16452|Distinct and full, whom hearing other speech, 16452|Listening the foot-direction fain would hear, 16452|And as himself his own speech joins, so he 16452|To all the multitude of Sire and Son 16452|Of Achaia makes discourse; he thus begun. 16452|I am not now, nor have been since the rest 16452|Of Greece to me seemed now, the same Achaian chief 16452|Who in our fleet set forth, with the aid of Jove 16452|To seek Achaia. Now from Jove's high palace 16452|I come, appointed for the triumphal feast 16452|From Ilium's gate to sacred Troy restore. 16452|But wherefore thus, Menelaus! go thy way, 16452|And not to-day, but, if aught of worth 16452|To thee be spoken, speak it with thy tongue. 16452| ======================================== SAMPLE 12380 ======================================== 1728|for I will give him the wife of Clytemnestra, 1728|daughter of Phaedra who was the daughter of Lycus. He was 1728|son of Eurydamas, who was slain by Helen my host. Then 1728|there were two daughters, Alcithea the fair, and Eurytusa, 1728|daughter of Iäsus. Then the lordly Achaeans fought, and 1728|took it that way. And these two, the best of each 1728|in the host, and of the mightiest that came, slew 1728|both the valiant sons of Atreus, the sons of Atreus, and 1728|the daughter of great-hearted Alcinous. And these two 1728|gave me the garments which were given me by the hands 1728|of the godlike hero Polypemon, from the day when he 1728|sent me over the sea to great-hearted Celeus to prove 1728|him. But he bade me give them unto the dear wife of the 1728|godlike Iäsus, who was the queen-mother of a great host. 1728|Now I must tell of the evil of the Trojans, and of 1728|their destruction of the city of Ilios, and of the hard doom 1728|upon the women and the men. For the day came, the 1728|first dawn of the morning, when the son of Atreus of the 1728|Trojan name was not dismayed, but he set up a mighty wall 1728|about the great city with the men. But soon thereafter 1728|the Trojan men fell on the barrow of the man-steed and 1728|made havoc of the people. Then the son of Saturn sent 1728|Scylla forth from the high heaven, who hath sent in aid of 1728|all the gods and mortal men, that so the Achaeans may 1728|not be driven to their ruin. And when he had gone forth, 1728|in the full light of day the Trojans came to their ships, 1728|and they made pause to make sacrifice, and the 1728|reckoner Scylla came and spake among them: 1728|'Hearken, Trojans, and Ysabeg, and the rest of the 1728|Achaeans, for I tell you now the doom of the gods have 1728|compelled us to fulfil. Thus I was wont to do before my 1728|gods, and all the gods that live under heaven, when they 1728|came down to the hollow ships of Achilles, wherefore I 1728|gave up first the sacrifice of the bull to the house of 1728|Achilles, then slew oxen and slew the bull, and 1728|gave to each man his half of the sacrifice, and he stood 1728|aside in the ship and let the sailors have it. But now 1728|against my will are the gods compelled me to go on board 1728|the ship, and to sacrifice the bull. Even so I will die 1728|as I ought for the wrongs I was wont to bear in hand of 1728|counsel, and even so will I die in the sight of my 1728|children and friends, yea even as I ought for all the 1728|mischiefs that the Greeks have brought upon my head. For 1728|woe is me, and none but a fool would take this goodly 1728|furniture in the war for such a work, and take it 1728|upon himself, since surely he will not be able to hold 1728|it in his hand, and that will he be the worst of all men's 1728|aim; for they that strive beyond their heart's desire shall 1728|doom themselves to lose it.' 1728|So spake he, and from the lofty mast of a broken vessel 1728|flew forth, and straightway it descended, and Scylla 1728|took it up and smote with her great broad toe on a 1728|square piece of oaken planks. As the winds blow across the 1728|skies, the ship struck in her path and made great noise 1728|and uproar all day long till the setting sun showed his 1728|face, so that the Trojans bode not in the narrow place, 1728|but turned their backs and flew over the sea, nor cared 1728|how ======================================== SAMPLE 12390 ======================================== 38566|v. 3. I have been told. Horace refers to the first 38566|edition of Maccabaeus.] 38566|v. 17. I did not go.] Maccab. 5. The passage in 38566|v. 27. I saw, or heard, too.] Horace's memory, or the 38566|wailing of the ghosts of the dead.] 38566|v. 29. We could not. Horace has this to say of the 38566|reflection of that stone: 'Sic a dea 38566|Vulneris carmina, dea vulnera, per amoenae 38566|Foederasti, flicorum rerumque rexit agmen, 38566|Augeas, quom ego peragasti.' Whence he introduces the 38566|strange question:--Is there any thing in nature which a 38566|further creature may not take, and which yet survives?'--op. 38566|v. 34. I will make my foes of thee.] 38566|Vivos peragostes nimbos 38566|Fistula quod antitinxis euntius aureis 38566|Fistula prima, et frugiferum deflet imber, 38566|Ficta peragostem dum feratorem attram 38566|Vindicta dum verba prima prima. 38566|v. 84. My sister.] The poet here suggests the same thoughts 38566|followed by all the painful horror and bitterness of 38566|v. 96. The shade.] The shadow in the ecstatic dream of the 38566|Christ in the cave of Mara.] 38566|The poet also suggests the term 'shadow' in his allegorizing 38566|v. 97. The golden trumpet.] The trumpet, with its sounding 38566|shaft of gold. See Hell, Canto XXII. 51. Oresti in germane.] 38566|v. 102. With the sparrow's feet.] See Hell, Canto XXII. 53. 38566|v. 129. The golden calf.] Cicero, in the 2nd Book of the 38566|Paralogicum, speaks of 'greeks,' in allusion to this, who had 38566|owned that famous animal. 'Greeks' in Latin literature are 38566|of the Nile river tribe. They were used in weaving baskets or 38566|v. 2. He, who, in the likeness of a wise old man, 38566|Was on the shore sitting, and was holding up his hands to the 38566|winds in a good willing mood.] 38566|v. 8. So long as the sun shone.] 38566|v. 20. A little of the sea.] 'The land of the South, the 38566|'Easterly sea.' Virg. Georg. i. 749 sqq. And Lucan, Eurip. Georg., 38566|v. 40. I made him a rope of my rose-girdled vair.'] 38566|v. 41. The mountain-air.] 38566|v. 43. The air of the heavens. 38566|v. 45. The clouds were round. 38566|v. 49. As a stream of a river flows.] The sea stream of 38566|v. 50. I made him an oar. 38566|v. 61. The fair Hesperides, who in the sky 38566|Stooped down to receive the gift of the dove.] 38566|v. 62. From heaven came down the God as a dove.] 38566|v. 68. He gave it to me to play with. v. 71. 38566|v. 88. My life is gone, and I am alone.] 38566|v. 87. I did not die, but pass away. v. 92. 38566|v. 92. He is my only heritage] 38566|v. 94. In the same manner as man is divinity. 38566|But when He passed away.] 38566|v. 105. I came to live, and was glad.] 38566|v. 109. To think on thee is more than mortal.] 38566|v. 136. I came to see Thy face.] 38566|v. 142. Thou art as a river in whose wave 38566|Thou gavest to swim. 38566|v. 146. Thou d ======================================== SAMPLE 12400 ======================================== 18396|Where they live in open view, 18396|Where the woods and hills and pines 18396|A living life do give; 18396|Where there's joy in every light, 18396|Where every voice is music, 18396|And where no sorrow is, 18396|Where the traveller's heart can beat, 18396|And the lover's eyes beguile. 18396|And then, and then, dear heart, 18396|Loneliness and darkness flee; 18396|A new, bright, beautiful day -- 18396|Ah, that seems ne'er to be! 18396|For though the world-wise lov'd thee so, 18396|How can I love but thee? 18396|The land is fair where grasses wave 18396|And blue waters glide, 18396|Where the golden balls of pearls do play; 18396|There joy's a nature rare. 18396|There's beauty on the mountain's brow, 18396|And beauty on the wave; 18396|There's splendour in the valley's shade, 18396|And splendour in the glen. 18396|There's joy in all things round me here, 18396|There's pleasure in the land; 18396|The flower is gay, the tree is green, 18396|And joy is always there. 18396|Oh, there the rose is blooming fair, 18396|And blooming fair the tree; 18396|But ah! my heart is strangely stirred 18396|For loveliness in all. 18396|But ah! that land which I love most, 18396|And my poor heart the saddest know, 18396|The land which charms me most, 18396|And saddest, yet, the land of woe, 18396|Whose smile is sad in all. 18396|Away, away, my life! 18396|I will flee from thee; 18396|The path where woe doth grow, 18396|To one who seeks for it. 18396|Ye winds that howl and rave, 18396|Alas, that ye should! 18396|Why should ye breed alway, 18396|'Mong desolate woods? 18396|The earth to all alive 18396|Is full of grief and care, 18396|And grief and care are death -- 18396|Wherefore should ye breed? 18396|'Tis hard to bear the night, 18396|And the deep low sky; 18396|The earth is wont to quake, 18396|While sleep in her arms lies, 18396|With arms outstretched and round, 18396|I love the world as it is; 18396|The earth's a kind of playfellow, 18396|And full of merry woe 18396|To those that wander far 18396|Beyond its banks and bowers, 18396|To that which is to me 18396|A heaven--oh, bliss! to be there! 18396|I loved to wander through 18396|The land, where all is gay, 18396|There in the autumn night 18396|I'd dream of home and where, 18396|And of my dear and loving bride 18396|That I was a cottage-dame, 18396|And she was a noble dame, 18396|And she a maiden fair. 18396|In the year when the year of love 18396|Dies in the bed of birth, 18396|And our life's youth grows like autumn's age, 18396|Sweet, O sweet would it be! 18396|There the world will be a world of rest, 18396|While the day and the night 18396|Only have one delight about them -- sleep -- 18396|O sweet, O sweet was the dream 18396|Of my spirit at nightfall. 18396|The light, the shadow, the dew, 18396|The dew, the day, the night, 18396|I saw them to those who were near me, 18396|And I saw them afar. 18396|I saw the moon in the autumn sky, 18396|The dew in the dawn, 18396|The light, the shadow, the dew, 18396|The light, the night; and the dew was purer 18396|Than is now my breath. 18396|The love I had of my loved one's love, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 12410 ======================================== 1054|And o'er the field she gaed; 1054|She went to the kirk-ended fair, 1054|The porter she espied. 1054|He was a true and loyal rogue, 1054|And told her of his loss; 1054|She knew his fault and took him by the left hand, 1054|And a' to be from his kin: 1054|But she found there was a great deal more 1054|Of his great kindred dead. 1054|Then up and spake the maid of my dear love, 1054|And straight she thought to wreak her malice: 1054|'Ye have my land and house, my lands, 1054|And my hame to you; and for your hurt 1054|My fault I curse you for ever.' 1054|'Now wha is this is come to aid me, 1054|That I have lost my master? 1054|For wha knows but it may be my death, 1054|That I have lain at his feet.' 1054|'Well! waly waly up yon hill, 1054|And bring me my sword, my sword, 1054|And bring it me to help you all, 1054|And help me to live or never.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|A thousand yan at your side, 1054|And fifty at my side. 1054|'And now the kirk is fyked and gane, 1054|And ye maunna call to yan, 1054|I have lost my lord, my lord, 1054|And never shall see him more.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|A five-score at yan feet, 1054|And at yan's three in the face. 1054|'And twenty yans at yan's fore, 1054|And fifty yans at yan's aft: 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan; 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|And at yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|At yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan. 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|At yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see? 1054|That at yan's three's fore, 1054|At yan's five at yan's aft, 1054|But I'll a' be well at yan, 1054|And will a' be well at yan, 1054|I'll be well at yan.' 1054|He spied her a' frae his sister's house, 1054|Wi' hound and hilt: 1054|'Now wha is this I wot I see? 1054|That I wot I see?' 1054|'A maiden came a yeer bote oute, 1054|Baith horn and helme, 1054|And auld Robin Hood, the knight full blyt, 1054|In toke that helmed her gay. 1054 ======================================== SAMPLE 12420 ======================================== 19226|There she saw a lovely girl, 19226|She who, when her soul was still, 19226|With one bright look so wild and rare-- 19226|The sea-mew's eye, that shines on it, 19226|As when some demon, dreaming, bides 19226|With one white raven wing. 19226|To these wild eyes the fairy-child 19226|Told many a strange and curious tale, 19226|The fairest he of them had dream'd; 19226|He dream'd she was a fairy fair; 19226|He dream'd, there came a cloud on high, 19226|It closed about her, thick and gray; 19226|One drop of her soul's blood was found there. 19226|O, that was wondrous, wondrous sight! 19226|The heart of her, and the face of her 19226|That was too fair, too fair to be 19226|The face of a woman born to die. 19226|A woman born to die! 19226|And what said the angel of Death? 19226|"O grave, lay bare the awful head! 19226|Where is thy peace? where is thy rest? 19226|In yonder sky a speck was seen 19226|This sign is writ, a mark of pain, 19226|'I am,' it cries, 'the soul of Mary; 19226|I broke her head with heavy blows, 19226|I broke it with an icy lash, 19226|'I will give thee not a kindly kiss 19226|Once in this world,' it cries; 'O veil, 19226|Once from the living death-light blind 19226|Shall thy soul die.' 19226|I say, lay bare the awful head! 19226|This is thy peace! This is the light 19226|Which shall shine long and shall endure, 19226|Through starry space, and endless time, 19226|And every word of thine. 19226|I said, lay bare the awful head! 19226|And lo, this is the sign of rest, 19226|'I am,' it cries, 'a little thing, 19226|The shadow of Mary's doll, 19226|I wandered all the night last May, 19226|'Till sun-bright morning, May the third; 19226|There was a voice in my head, I said, 19226|'Now let me rest awhile with thee.' 19226|The shadow of Mary's doll answered her, 19226|And said, 'O thou my shadow art, 19226|My love, I give thee rest at last 19226|Thine in the sunless garden there.' 19226|But thou wilt never look on my face, 19226|Unless by my hand pressed, 19226|Unless at my touch thou shalt forget 19226|Thine every thought but one alone. 19226|If I should lose a living soul, 19226|Or bring to grief to many a one 19226|One heart that should have been, 19226|Or lose a hope in many a one, 19226|Yet, if I did not lose my love, 19226|I should forget to weep, 19226|I should forget, and think I were 19226|A goodly actor in the play. 19226|Ah! how we wish, and long to be 19226|Some day, some day, a man-- 19226|A better, more exalted soul 19226|Than we have ever been. 19226|As a child I watched the wild bees go, 19226|And in the dream of song 19226|Mused at it, and dreamed of what it might 19226|Be as a mother to the child. 19226|I was not ill at ease, 19226|The day came when I must go 19226|To the great world outside 19226|Where all my hope was left. 19226|There was never a home 19226|For the little man or girl 19226|But had to be away 19226|From my country and all life. 19226|I must go far away, 19226|From my dear loved home, 19226|There are no more my race, 19226|I'm left in the wilderness. 19226|I had hoped my place to fill, 19226|For I have an ancient brain, 19226|But now I'm left alone 19226|In this ======================================== SAMPLE 12430 ======================================== 38566|Olli et arma 38566|Sed faciem sine illo, 38566|Et non hanc et hanc 38566|Ut sciam vobis in vobibus? 38566|Olli et arma 38566|Sed faciem sine illo, 38566|Et non hanc et hanc 38566|Ut sciam vobis in vobibus. 38566|Hunc tu, qui me fugito indigne, 38566|Impior omni scibas erit? 38566|Ille procul ingenium fata meum: 38566|Omnia cum tibi dabo militibus. 38566|Pugnant tot hinc et vos quoque suo. 38566|Si tamen egressa, non sibi mihi meis.' 38566|Iamque suos suasceant illis 38566|Nolit quod illi, dum dederant. 38566|Omnis eadem esse dicas, etiam omnibus 38566|Possit digna patebat illis. 38566|'Mong the unnumbered ills that blight the plain, 38566|No hope my bosom lights, 38566|No rest my mind stimulates, 38566|With every day I feel the pains. 38566|Now on the barren plain 38566|Fruitless I look, and fruitless I live, 38566|Now home returning 38566|Find fruitless my lodging-place.' 38566|'In the fourth lustre of the morning 38566|I found him lying, 38566|With hands and feet bound, 38566|And the long black hair 38566|Streaming over his breast for clothes.' 38566|'His last words were, as the poet saith, 38566|''Whatsoe'er God wills, I will.' 38566|'The fourth lustre of the morning 38566|It was that brought me to him; 38566|'And I told o'er and o'er again 38566|'Whatsoever had been my want.' 38566|'Then I heard him answer, 38566|'Howe'er my heart desire; 38566|And my breast heaved, and the lips agape 38566|Covered all my breast with kisses three. 38566|'And when he had spake between his kisses, 38566|'Aloud with moan I cried, 38566|Loud and loud withal-- 38566|O Love, deliver me from this.'-- 38566|'The first kiss is the worst: 38566|'But the second is worse, 38566|And the third is but the dearer.' 38566|Love's Friendship. 38566|Virgil's _Pol._ x., 29. 38566|'Pars etiam Lucina quid vocis, etiam 38566|In memorandum fas esset.' 38566|'As for Lucina she made answer 38566|'This I know, and this I ask no more.' 38566|'What profit 'tis to say 'That and That naught,' 38566|But like 'The Dryad from the bough, What peeps the 38566|Peasant from the mead?' 38566|'Aristotles, ibi paris teneras, inna 38566|Nec fuere nimis et nimis ignis.' 38566|'Et pluris cara mihi divinitus ad aras 38566|In nati substantia veste saeclo.' 38566|'Virgineum propri artistis, et Vrbis est: 38566|Quot sunt praedaeceatur, vobis ut ignis 38566|Atque in nostris sine dramatissima loqui.' 38566|'Virgineum perspecta est,' ut proelia vivit aqua.' 38566|'Si non haec, bene quaerentem simul gravis, 38566|Et bene causa est mori; et omnes omnia 38566|Non haec bene facit, sed et ipsa loquuntur.' 38566|'Verum vero tibi videt esse animi anima.' 38566|'Si quid sitet, sapientia causa est vivit Apis.' 38566|'Si ======================================== SAMPLE 12440 ======================================== 3023|All the world with a little cloud; 3023|We could never bear to see it, 3023|For it's our fate every day 3023|To a new and unknown world to go! 3023|'Tis a frightful sight, I fear! 3023|No one else is aware of it! 3023|The sun's on the ocean's breast: 3023|Then why so pale and wan? 3023|'Tis not the cold in the ocean's breast. 3023|In truth, the poor, old soul of it 3023|Now will not let her weep! 3023|How can you think her so wan? 3023|For she hath lost her sight! 3023|'Tis not the weariness in her eyes! 3023|And you must find some place for your head! 3023|The waves were murmuring, 3023|As now, from the forest, 3023|I hear them roaring 3023|Through the meadows brawling. 3023|'Twas once a fair and noble dame, 3023|In her rich and stately homes, 3023|Firmly bore the burden of life-- 3023|A wife, who loved well her husband, 3023|And to duty she steadfastly bound. 3023|There lived a housekeeper there, 3023|Who, night by night, with care and pain, 3023|Gave, day by day, to that wife, 3023|What she earned by work--of day and night. 3023|And so the housekeeper's heart was moved by the praise of her husband's 3023|"In such a way as that shall ever be?" 3023|(With a handkerchief which is on the table) 3023|Said the old woman. 3023|"And so it is, and must ever remain," 3023|Said she, "the man of his choice. 3023|Yet shall I have that woman's trust, 3023|For she has true faith in me; 3023|To-morrow, though she should prove false, 3023|And tell me a lie to my cost, 3023|I should know who was the man of the house." 3023|(Sound of a lute upon a table.) 3023|(The old woman on her knees.) 3023|"Yet must the woman be true, 3023|And true shall be she for all time! 3023|My little boy will come and see 3023|The man who was my life's true love." 3023|(Sound of a lute upon a table.) 3023|(The old woman with her nose against the wall.) 3023|"And shall I now behold your son?" 3023|She sighed, "Oh, no, I may not!" 3023|(The gotham released her hands, and bowed.) 3023|"Be silent, and turn your cheek, 3023|The grave will then be very near! 3023|There, with the dead woman's hair, 3023|With the white neck, I see my son." 3023|"No, no! the woman has lied! 3023|He lives! he's back in town,-- 3023|The boy, and not in yonder castle! 3023|The boy in the morning,--when the dew was shining! 3023|(Sound of running water.) 3023|And now the man of the house is dead, 3023|(Ringing of gothams, and a man in his cap, 3023|Falling in the water.) 3023|"Hast he forgot his wife, the child, 3023|And never once did he look at the old man 3023|With tears in his eyes, nor bid him make such haste, 3023|As now, for your sake, this very minute?" 3023|(Ringing of goths, and the man in his cap and gown, 3023|Falling in the water.) 3023|"Then, why, he forgot his mother, too, 3023|And never did look at the old man, like you, 3023|With my tears, nor bid him make such haste, 3023|As now, for your sorrow, this same day you bleed!" 3023|(Ringing of goths, and the man in his cap and gown, 3023|Falling in the water.) 3023|"Then, why, he forgot his mother too ======================================== SAMPLE 12450 ======================================== 1745|In his full blake Ensignes to their way 1745|With joy and glorious cheer, as in they durst goe, 1745|The Foe, that thought him in the pass, behind 1745|Furrowing th' inconstant deep, the watrie shade, 1745|Where, to their grief, the Sea with all her store 1745|Of Waters passed unpeipp'd, unbarred, unpass'd, 1745|In ioyous gyrations; such a sight at sight 1745|Fame could not in all her pride prevent, 1745|Even Demons, and of Spirits, that inarail 1745|With helum-beames, or ere they doo them play. 1745|As when before the Sun his face hath taken, 1745|The region of the Evening, and all there 1745|Hideous under loads of cloud together hemm'd, 1745|A sunny land, whose glistering shores of ice, 1745|Though charms the weary skie-genius may admire, 1745|Or the Princes rove, in their explorations 1745|Of undistraught Nature, and of habit guiltless, 1745|Gat not on him too great an idolatry, 1745|And reck'd it not, though sure it seemd a land 1745|Of harmless hermits, where the Lord of life 1745|Lay hid in bosom; he, of whom I speak, 1745|The son of Levi, was of gentle blood, 1745|Slighted by one sinew, which from him reigned 1745|As in a diadem flourishing: for one 1745|In him the Lemnian cold vertu overroak, 1745|And colourd as the Skie, which to describe 1745|Fleshy would be, when Winds howl o'respread with snow. 1745|His spousals were of peace; his daily bread, 1745|Meal of bread: his chamber circumstanced 1745|With sweet cov'nantions: in his Courtly bower 1745|More than a thousand dainties: with him meat, 1745|And drink, and food, and drink againe, was also, 1745|E're in his Palace, and in his Palace-stews. 1745|For evill accus'd, not evill were the same 1745|Bad, badder, to digest, and to be feed'd; 1745|So accus'd, the goodly goodnes and might 1745|Of these his Kingship over them imparts; 1745|Whom worse in fortitude to stand they need, 1745|And worse in senses, in disrelish kill. 1745|So that without discomfit (as the World 1745|Is wrapp'd in it) in their deep pit of Burnes 1745|All guilty together are inflictd, 1745|And whirl'd with endless infamie and malice: 1745|Whom worse to struggle or resist they intend, 1745|And worse to persecute, and deeper dive 1745|In this perdition-dyaint, which every Tongue 1745|Injures and harms, the deeper still they go; 1745|More hurt thereby, and worse to help in Sin, 1745|Th' injuachous Gang of Devils doth grow. 1745|But let me pause, my Readers; this Desart Islander 1745|Explores with int'rest intice, and hopes feere 1745|In no mean degree, but needs must look farre, 1745|What remote and secret might the Island arre, 1745|Which he so lately travers'd, or might undertake 1745|To lift or lower, what this or the Bower 1745|Capacious, or where present or in past 1745|He plac'd, or from whence descended at his skie, 1745|What time he left the Pit of Pharaoh to pass, 1745|That bright Olympiad opening on the Skye 1745|Of his bright Bowre, and what a Gorgon face 1745|Gorgon seem'd, which now the Prodigal his Shrike 1745|Insulted and abused, but still so stern, 1745|So lingering, awful, and elswhere was, 1745|That from his Bridge of Steel he durst not alighte 1745|By land, but rather walked, with ======================================== SAMPLE 12460 ======================================== 30357|In their early days, 30357|Where, in their infancy, 30357|They were first taught to heave and groan, 30357|And tremble at their Maker's power: 30357|How he the happy gift bestowed 30357|That gushing Nile might safely run; 30357|And all that is or ever was 30357|Or to be, or was, or shall be, 30357|Or was, or shall be free, shall be, 30357|And all created, and all deformed, 30357|And all things that alter, mend, or fright, 30357|And they that do the outward, inner hele, 30357|Or else the workings of the inward, 30357|And they that do the washing, bundling, brooding, 30357|Or else the work of ceremonial, 30357|Or else the winding of a pipe or bell, 30357|Or else the kneading of the dough, 30357|Or else the setting of the sun, or moon, 30357|Or else the setting of the stars; 30357|And they were holy in their shapes, 30357|And their acts as such they could, 30357|But they were profane in their acts and ways, 30357|Except in holy things ordained, 30357|And in things that might tempt or terrify, 30357|Except in rite and name and acts, 30357|Except in acts of fear and awe, 30357|Except in acts of holy fear and awe, 30357|Except in acts of awe, except in acts of awe; 30357|And all that they had knowledge of, how, how, or when, 30357|Were but the children of that dread and awe, 30357|The most horrible of all things seen 30357|When they beheld the face of men. 30357|The great angel, to his word 30357|That day, 30357|Came forth, and on his raiment tied, 30357|Took up his seat in air, 30357|And held his cross on high, 30357|Crying, "Fools! to seek a death by sling-ball shot. 30357|Let thy false lips speak, and say 30357|What no man on that day can hear: 30357|To lose one's youth is but to lose one's youth, 30357|And lose one's youth in endless pain: 30357|And lost youth never wholly comes to end 30357|Except with a final great cry, 30357|And nothing is to be gained bye, 30357|That is to nothing more than nothing comes, 30357|Unless it be the love of another that 30357|Can send that life to him to share." 30357|There came a sudden rush of men 30357|And women, sharp as lance-shot steel, 30357|And hound or hound's howl of command, 30357|With bone for bone, and tusks for tusks, 30357|And skulls that burst in ribbons hung, 30357|Stamp Oderberg, break the wave beyond, 30357|And charge you cannot cease to fight. 30357|And as they charged the walls of ice 30357|Fell in huge billows round the sun, 30357|And burst the oaken bar with spears, 30357|And tumbled on and on the shore 30357|In maddened masses, with the cry, 30357|"Come from the North, come from the North!" 30357|And in the dark they laid their hands 30357|On every hand, and shouted there, 30357|Or ran to meet men in their train, 30357|And in their teeth they bit the lips of Spain, 30357|And in their teeth let loose the North. 30357|For all the walls of ice were riven 30357|With sound and smell, and round and round 30357|Flowed streams of blood on sudden hurled, 30357|And all the land to foam with blood, 30357|And all the heaven resounded with the roar; 30357|So that all heaven was full of fear. 30357|For every mouth was flooded, and the eye 30357|Was flooded with the blood in mist that lay 30357|On the broad fields, and in the heaven far down. 30357|But they that fled away to sea, 30357|Were filled with joy, for that the thing 30357|They feared ======================================== SAMPLE 12470 ======================================== 8187|With all one might destroy, 8187|And he would do as well. 8187|So then--as it always does-- 8187|I would have _his_ the _first_-- 8187|If he'd _give_ me back my _life_--and so, my _wife_ 8187|Could not think of dying. 8187|But we, that, just this day, a gift-giving party, 8187|Left a mere fraction for ourselves, by giving a 8187|Million--which means all we had left we gave to her-- 8187|To her, of all women, who, when you think truly, 8187|Might be thought life-sustaining. 8187|I will tell this story--the tale as it's all told-- 8187|From MARY's lips in such simple words, it must sound strange, 8187|To hear _her_ so lovingly add to that thousand, 8187|The thousand--her _own_, who lovingly took from her 8187|And gave to _me_, my _wife_--"my" woman; while, 8187|From out her heart's-blood, like the rising of a flood, 8187|"Her," my _wife,_ her _true_ wife, she gave to me. 8187|And by and by--I was but a young lad then, when all this 8187|I tell was told to me by my lady from the bedside; 8187|And as now I am very much with my story muddled, 8187|I'll let it stand upon that point, and say, that when 8187|We met, my name came up, as to say I was found 8187|In every place I ever went, like the "L" all over. 8187|But this I could hardly do, because, as I say, 8187|My story was all mixed up with some _thing_, or _a_, or, 8187|Or else; but I could not understand _the_ point, if the case-- 8187|So, in answer to your question--why, 't was her _care_. 8187|But, in truth, I never heard that mother call 8187|"My husband is lying down." 8187|As this matter did appear, 8187|'Twas the great point that "The L" at the end, I guess, 8187|Or, at least, the "L" of "His Lumpers" would seem to be; 8187|If 'twas the _same_, why, they _might_ have been _the_ same. 8187|And _she_--my own dear lady--did seem _to_ be that matter, 8187|Or was at least, in fact--in every way, from head to feet. 8187|And I, in the first instance, could not tell whether she 8187|The _first_ were the _first_, and in fact the _one_, or _both_, 8187|When the _love-sick _Maid_ got up to go to bed, first came, 8187|The _second_, then, I guess! 8187|It was a lady so full of _fancy_, that "her _lips 8187|Were lipped with a sudden kiss," as she said, one day, 8187|While the maid was going by, to a play which they was going to, 8187|"I am all-a-flowing," said she in voice so much altered, 8187|That she soon lost her good name--a thing she had not a heart for, 8187|"Then a _gift_ for me;--a _purse_ for _myself_--a _paddle_." 8187|She said, as she glanced through, "You cannot guess, dear Miss, 8187|"That if one puts in one's _self_, one _saves_ at every labor; 8187|"And by dashing to change you, you know how much labor is!-- 8187|To change your own legs--that is but to make a new _purse_, 8187|"And to put in, in, _yourself_, one's _gift_--a _paddle_, 8187|Where, 'twixt the _purses_ of two lovers, 'twas plainly seen, 8187|And, _glorified_, it _would_ seem ======================================== SAMPLE 12480 ======================================== 1365|The air was a strange, strange dream! 1365|That she had come back from the sea, 1365|And not been thrown overboard; 1365|Had stood and watched the sun go down, 1365|But not been drowned in its descent! 1365|But, ah! that last great, dreadful cry, 1365|As if she were to die at sea! 1365|And then it came! It came, with its sound 1365|And light and roar and clang and whirring! 1365|It swept across the silent air,-- 1365|And hark! that heavy aural sound 1365|Which was the scream of God! 1365|And it came down from the Heavens bright 1365|With that which was not God's scream. 1365|The storm-wind from the north! Oh shame! 1365|Yet, what is this that I hear, 1365|Which lifts my broken heart to thine, 1365|In a kind word? 1365|Thy mouth in mine! 1365|There is a song and a prayer 1365|Breathed into it. It sings to thee 1365|In its own, sweet, melancholy way. 1365|I look into thy small and starveling eyes. 1365|How sad I see thee, and yet how free! 1365|I stand above the city, amid the silence, 1365|In the broad, peaceful, misty, beautiful air; 1365|Like the dark forest, which some happy child 1365|Takes for a shelter from the lightning's shining. 1365|There I hear the mighty waters roar, 1365|Like the wild winds of heaven over the earth; 1365|And with that wild wild wind I feel the beating 1365|Of the heart-strings of the mighty ocean. 1365|And a thousand eyes are glistening 1365|With the fire of God, and they see 1365|The hidden glory of Thy face, 1365|In the clear and starry heaven! 1365|And then I think of the deep sea-ways, 1365|And, the long, strange nights we've stood there, 1365|And the little bark that sailed out in the storm; 1365|And all in the silent wind's arms of hate. 1365|And the weary life we've led. 1365|O God of all the holy loves! 1365|Can it not be, as Thou art, 1365|A child of the darkness, and a slave? 1365|And yet it is Thou art not more than any of these; 1365|Thy love is of a deep, spiritual kind, 1365|And cannot but find expression in deeds. 1365|God watches thee under the dark waters, 1365|And in their deeps of sadness He hears you; 1365|He has forgotten once again 1365|That it was night, when again your sails 1365|Float from the weary skies. 1365|And we, too, when a weary tide of darkness 1365|Has ebbed from the restless waves, may be listening 1365|At that same lonely port to those voices, 1365|Crying in the silence of the night; 1365|And we shall know how close He stands in the shadows, 1365|With the shadow of Thyself behind Him. 1365|Oh, who can tell of the sorrow that is in us, 1365|When we are overcome with sorrow? 1365|When we are overcome with thoughts of death, 1365|And the light has passed above us. 1365|Lord, let us speak with one voice! 1365|O my soul, it is thy love, 1365|To whom all things are right, 1365|And all to thy thoughts to belong. 1365|For thou art the child of all things, 1365|And this heart is thy only chest, 1365|With all the rest of life's garments 1365|With thy image enclosed. 1365|Lord, let us speak with one voice! 1365|I am weary, and I go to sleep; 1365|I am weary with the toil of toil, 1365|With all that men bring to the earth and sea. 1365|The heart of the toiler, the proud man's heart, 1365|Is tired with nothing, and all's done. 1365|And this, no less than the life of the sage, ======================================== SAMPLE 12490 ======================================== 9579|In the battle-dawn by the walls! 9579|And, for the honor of our race, 9579|"Give us but the flag we wore, 9579|And help us to keep still the faith 9579|While warlike drums and banners flow!" 9579|What, France! thy standard laid aside, 9579|What joy to see thee kneel again 9579|On that sod to which the North shall bow, 9579|When men may pray without dismay, 9579|And France, unmoved, keep calm and cheer 9579|On them, the children of the sun, 9579|For freedom--that thy children breathe 9579|Through all the future, wide apart, 9579|The North and South! 9579|A great North-south! yet let none 9579|Whate'er the shade of treason shows 9579|Think his conspiracy less secure 9579|Than that which, through good and ill, 9579|Our fathers served. 9579|I, Hector, am thy dying fire, 9579|To burn till Europe see 9579|Above thy battle-trophicles 9579|A sunny Normandy-plain 9579|And Marseilles. 9579|Then shall the Frenchmen they, not thou, 9579|Have full Philippe's due; 9579|And, dying, leave us a petition, 9579|Sole voice to sound, 9579|That, for the love that clings to France 9579|A hero's grave, 9579|Their Grandsires' graves in Luxembourg, 9579|Like yours, shall honor. 9579|The little boys who grew to be men 9579|Like thee, in battle down, 9579|With bayonet and pistol in limb, 9579|And deadly-fanged, bate thy death no whit; 9579|But France, in that brief trial hour, 9579|Shall have thy blood, 9579|With all her ancient graces red, 9579|To make thy soul their own. 9579|No poet has lived who did not write 9579|Much like this soldier I; 9579|Born on my father's Sabbath morning, 9579|Read in by each man his page, 9579|Read man to man, as hawks their flying deer 9579|To that sweet morn for us they sped. 9579|The poet's pen could never swell 9579|The huge and rugged lines, 9579|The thick wavy talk of youth's advancing years, 9579|The long and gallant prose. 9579|The poets only painted man, 9579|The soldiers only read: 9579|But if our grandsire's fire of genius rise 9579|To the high height of his, 9579|The soldier shoots but for ourselves alone; 9579|And we, that are the sons of laughter and of tears, 9579|We gladly imprint his pen. 9579|Hark! the clarion-sounds of victory break 9579|Where, late and soon, breaks the battle's front; 9579|While from yon array come strains of symphonic sound, 9579|Dying in long and solemn pause. 9579|O'er us now the shield and spear no longer shine 9579|As when of yore they waved; 9579|The polish'd sword, unclasp'd by hand or wrist, 9579|By the hand slain tells what swords be. 9579|The bugle's bugle, where it fitfully sings 9579|In the bleak midnight, strident and high, 9579|The death-knell tolled for those who came to die, 9579|Who now lie broken at his feet. 9579|Up! for the dawn returns with evening skies, 9579|Freedom's full tide is at her lee; 9579|From the black battalions where their toil or flight 9579|Comrades new-risen, bravely die! 9579|Up! where the first time we rose up on the slope 9579|From the dark fosse, from the swamp and the thistle, 9579|From the swift-sailing pontoon, 9579|Where the boats hounded by the war-giants serene 9579|Lay anchored by the light, light-beating rips, 9579|By the white spars, and the red-heaving piles, 9579|By the flanks in ======================================== SAMPLE 12500 ======================================== 1004|Not yet had they, in a voice in my left ear, begun 1004|Who were the people of that city; wherefore I 1004|Turned round to look, and lo! the beauteous lady 1004|Had all my look directed to her eyes: 1004|And if they were not all covered equally, 1004|Yet less was lacking to me than what it is, 1004|If every pore of that thick hood be folded. 1004|But, "O pity!" said I, "what ails thee? Where 1004|Is he who laid erect the vipers unto thee 1004|That now thy neck is altogether parched?" 1004|"Our stables are full of vermin," she replied, 1004|"Who eat the spirit of the dead: thus much knowest 1004|Thou blessed life of thine own, that I overhear." 1004|After the manner of that former day 1004|Which of all our manners most has pluck'd us, 1004|Of two who had night been eating the vine, 1004|One said to the other: "Tell him to take it; 1004|It makes him very hungry." If with this in view 1004|I had been taken with the dregs which sheheth 1004|For supper, or had meant to make a call, 1004|When hunger no more willed, then to have appeard 1004|I should have said to him: "O my dear! good will 1004|In what thou sayest to me." But when I saw 1004|The self-complacent mockery of his face, 1004|I turned away, and said to him: "So help me Italian, 1004|My master, for I am neither ashamed, 1004|Nor can with reverence ask more of thee!" 1004|Answered he: "If to be ingrate was thy thought, 1004|Then were thy tongue to hypocrisy bent." 1004|Whence I to him: "With such language of my own, 1004|The fault is mine alone; thou speak'st the truth, 1004|And wilt be chary of service to me often, 1004|If always ashamed to meet me in the street. 1004|And truly wilt thou have me often note it, 1004|If I believe what some narrate of the good 1004|Wherewith I have attended my Lord in sooth, 1004|Whereby he was enabled to pass out of the world 1004|Whereat he saluted him with so sweet a greeting, 1004|And so to mount the air above the others. 1004|But that is now complete, and shall be full seven 1004|Years duration, so he who is foreteller 1004|May speak, if he will be bold to label me 1004|A Christian even as he who hath been crucified." 1004|And the eternal, the frequent-times, the faithful, 1004|Answer'd: "My son, what thou believ'st is just; 1004|Therefore believe there is no resurrection; 1004|And if thou then persisted in thinking that he 1004|Who is alive should rise above the earth, 1004|Remember that is vanity itself. 1004|The body that once dead is, it is the same 1004|Even in the movement; and if well thou regard 1004|The cause from which it is possible that it 1004|Should not arise, remember it is not yet 1004|Negligent to produce in us again 1004|That emotion which the world calls hope." 1004|Thus having said, the miserable light, 1004|That through the dolorous rift had thrown its fangs 1004|Upon the deep, forthwith resumed its speech. 1004|It said to me: "If thou, my Master, thinkest 1004|That we are going to deny our faith 1004|Thus far, it is that we may mount above 1004|Thy dread despairs; so mayst thou be persuaded 1004|That we can do nothing else but desire 1004|That we may mount up to more lofty joys. 1004|But if that longing thou wilt be pleased 1004|To make us mount this ladder aloft, 1004|Enough is there for each of these heads alone; 1004|And if we would descend by that stairs, 1004|More than enough, from here the angels' wings ======================================== SAMPLE 12510 ======================================== 2428|That they will make no fuss; 2428|But give her a few years to learn to live 2428|Without the beauty which they see." 2428|"What, what! that is a beautiful spring! 2428|And if I thought the water pure, 2428|Why should my mind be so ambitious? 2428|'Tis a very happy water." 2428|"I am very sure," quo' my friend, 2428|"But it is as well to be sure, 2428|For there's naught so wonderful in 2428|A good, virtuous, decent child; 2428|And if that your heart by any chance 2428|Should give a thought, 'tis as perfectly right 2428|You should be happy there for ever." 2428|"My friend's right in speaking all this," 2428|Said I, "and I must let him have 2428|My reasons; but to go on: 2428|I've much to live, and nothing say, 2428|In this sad world; a father's name I owe; 2428|That I am very sure no child on earth 2428|Should want a father--but that's my feeling. 2428|But tell me, friend, tell me, what is all 2428|You can say, if you intend for such a wife? 2428|Why, what a beautiful life can one lead, 2428|Though but three months of such! a place to dwell 2428|In if such be his, and friends to be 2428|With whose approbation all my cares are read? 2428|"You are right; to be happy we must not fret; 2428|But why should a man be happy who never knew; 2428|For had he known, he's sure there had been no gloom: 2428|His thoughts have been forever bent on one 2428|Whose faults did not at once come under his. 2428|His memory may be blotted, he may fall; 2428|And he may live an untimely exile, nor know 2428|The last and meanest pleasure of his lot; 2428|But what the worst of human lot can be, 2428|'Tis to love, and be dearly loved still more." 2428|"What ails you with your tears, friend?" 2428|"I did not know you were ill half so late, 2428|And, if I did, you did not hear or fear; 2428|For I could not help it, and you may not seek--" 2428|"There, friend, I think you are making it worse. 2428|But be patience, and will pray. 2428|"Your mind is of its own making; 2428|You are most likely ill. The boy is not ill; 2428|He feels what we feel, and thinks what we think; 2428|But not alike in either degree, 2428|To say too much, though he's just as good as we are. 2428|There's this that's kept our friends together 2428|From falling off in part or in whole, 2428|And might perhaps keep one from breaking the cardinal's heart." 2428|"I don't know why I'm ill, I am not ill. 2428|But you are surely more inclined to be ill; 2428|There is something in your wayward fancying 2428|The sickliness of your old age, that makes you ill. 2428|"I see no cause why it should be ill; 2428|'Tis nature's nature still, of every day 2428|A different creature with each hour. 2428|Is nature such a mistress, and in truth 2428|An angel in her presence? and is she 2428|Like any other nature, as I deem? 2428|"I have my quarrel with your lady-love; 2428|It is my nature, not my lady's nature, 2428|Though Nature, as she is, a human foe, 2428|Yet Nature, without this argument, 2428|Is nature to alluring alluringly. 2428|Behold, I wish to be with you, not my own: 2428|But see, and smile--I cannot be with you. 2428|"If you shall die, go, say, 'We died in love;' 2428|If killed, I'll say, 'My body lay at thy feet.'" 2428|He spoke with ======================================== SAMPLE 12520 ======================================== 20|Or else from all the World no more I shall receave 20|To live and reign with God, but to the grave below 20|To dwell in pain and travaile without delight. 20|So saying, from her bosom lilied clear 20|The sacred Veil; I seem'd as a new-born Day 20|To rise, though to my sight already die 20|The Day appointed for the Wedding-feast 20|To Heav'n, and the nuptial Oration sung. 20|But O why should weeigs prevail against God's behest 20|The tow'rs of Heav'n, and with them all Earth maiores; 20|If wee, wee Things, that have them where they will, 20|Not ceasing still, can draw them off at will 20|And set them in thir place, as once they set 20|The Earth, O Heaven! upon her Roundelays? 20|Or why not strike the Sun in his early pts, 20|And make him shine where he did before: O why 20|_Sirius_, with the seven choisest Sisters, so tow'rd 20|The face of Heaven still watch'd the steps of Nature 20|To point at whate\'er of good to do or mar, 20|And wherefore should we not do the same likewise? 20|But still, O still, the Poore barbarous thrang, 20|The World's oppressour, still prevail against his will, 20|The frailtie of his Throne and Kingdom trags 20|The Poorer, frailtie of his people; still 20|They err, as in His other works they err 20|He is their cause, they His cause and frailer part. 20|For who so wise, so good, could ever think 20|That God should justifie his works to man, 20|Or would redemption be so cheap among mankind, 20|Unless to labour He should give his Son? 20|But this I see, and therefore ever will 20|Be bounden to my Lord, though nowise free; 20|And when I see His people thus seduced, 20|My death will be the last Oration I; 20|The rest, be it pleasing, be it future ill, 20|Shall have a fitting oblation, to my Lord, 20|Or I with him, his enemies, be slain. 20|Hee rose and took the Mace; then took his place 20|At the right hand of the King, the sceptre sway'd 20|By his own eloquence, and wisdom infinite. 20|O great our King and Lord, O holy Priest, 20|The mighty work we now begin, thy voice 20|Suppliant and thy great example warms, 20|And bids our minds and actions at thy right 20|Assault these stubborn and deranged things. 20|So said, he rais'd himself erect in state 20|Noble and stately, on his mighty spear 20|Stood upright, like a throne; his beamy arms 20|Shone flaming like a throne, and like a king 20|He stood majestic, like a crown. Then said, 20|As one of them cometh in, "Who art thou 20|That mount'dEST him?" to whom GODMUST he thus replied. 20|O most infamous sceptre of the oath! 20|My princely Lord, to thee I now return, 20|Inquire of him; do thou the same, I pray; 20|I am thy man; none else with me will ride. 20|But since thou seest that I am man indeed, 20|And not of common birth with this accursed world, 20|As with them low, and for no cause or hire 20|So high I come, but for thy pride and revenge; 20|Since as of late thou hast with violence 20|Rais'd against mankind; I come anear to try, 20|If this foul defiance still be in thee: 20|Then shall thy pride and rage be nerved with rage. 20|I am not impotent of heart or speed; 20|And all the Gods, that have been at our birth 20|Most glorious to look on, seeing we live, 20|Shall render thee less terrible, less brave: 20|But I have often seen thee with exceeding might, 20|Against the sons of Men, from farr away, 20|Against the sons of Religion, in war; 20|Yet could not smite them down ======================================== SAMPLE 12530 ======================================== 24405|The lark had fled, 24405|And all the world was sleep, 24405|With only us to keep 24405|Your little garden-close. 24405|I saw your little house, 24405|With roses ferny underlaid, 24405|And rosemary of greenest sheen 24405|Plaited round its eaves, 24405|Where once I sat and sung 24405|With you to cheer me through 24405|The long, long summer day. 24405|With you to comfort me 24405|On sunny days of day, 24405|When the clear spring-water's glow 24405|Was all around me cast. 24405|I sat and sang with you, 24405|With your great eyes so bright, 24405|In the long, long summer day. 24405|I saw your great, great house, 24405|With roses ferny underlaid, 24405|And rosemary of greenest sheen 24405|Plaited round its eaves, 24405|And heard the wind go low, 24405|The sky look down upon me, 24405|Your flower bed at my window, 24405|And the flowers, white as milk, 24405|Their heads bowed low to me, 24405|As down the slope I sat 24405|And sang with you, with your great, great house, 24405|With roses ferny underlaid, 24405|And rosemary of greenest sheen 24405|Plaited round its eaves. 24405|I heard the grasshopper 24405|His merry pulse behold. 24405|Was it summer on the Saxon land? 24405|Ah, well that song might stir 24405|One's heart toward the Saxon land. 24405|The wood swallows fly and flit, 24405|The rooks and apes come homing home, 24405|A flock of little minnows 24405|Is passing eastward through the pond, 24405|And I who am the smallest 24405|Am only a little minnow! 24405|And thus, in a little fellow's way, 24405|I am a little minnow. 24405|I know a little river 24405|That flows and runs along 24405|The marble pavement of the Temple: 24405|The river runs away, 24405|It runs away from human hands, 24405|And I would not give 24405|Its murmur for the roar of roads; 24405|I would I were a boat with levers, 24405|And levers in the water. 24405|I know a little tree 24405|That never blows its leaf, 24405|That never bears the fruit it ought, 24405|But lives upon its base. 24405|They say it is a tree that only yields 24405|Its fruits unto mankind, 24405|Of which neither use is made: 24405|The leaf of the tree is never used. 24405|I know a little house 24405|With stairs at door and floor and space, 24405|A little house with marble stairs 24405|And curtains of pure gold. 24405|I know a little garden of white roses where 24405|They never twine, but ever bend and press; 24405|And one is half turned for Love to look upon. 24405|I know a little house with stairs at foot, and rooms 24405|All filled with music, and with painted walls 24405|The last time I went out I met an old dame 24405|Who thought her life would have as well gone out. 24405|She's grown quite old and wiser, and as wise 24405|As she was young; she thinks she'll be a coachman, 24405|And stands before me with a scowl in her eyes-- 24405|"Oh, I don't know." 24405|She sees the whole world as a little house, 24405|A house of walls, a house of windows, doors, 24405|A house of bed and board, 24405|And watches me with a frown on her pale face 24405|And in her mouth there is that "Oh, I don't know"! 24405|She has not gone away; 24405|She looks at me, half ashamed and half afraid, 24405|And makes me blush with her old, old laugh: 24405|"I don't know," she says, " ======================================== SAMPLE 12540 ======================================== 16059|Que á los altos y ojos, 16059|Quien que de venganza mire 16059|A la frente corteza. 16059|Que tú conocé que la amera 16059|Viene á la vida que sabe 16059|Esperando el aire más 16059|Quán á dar fin su estrella, 16059|Vuelven á la fe de su modo 16059|Sobre tanto en el cielo. 16059|El succo de Tú del Sestos 16059|Pienso de la tierra bajo 16059|La roja del Tajo; 16059|Y en el Tajo con sus peces 16059|La caza del sueño ríe. 16059|Con las hérucas de Asolteca, 16059|La frente corteza 16059|Y el corazón perverte, 16059|Y las altas gustades 16059|La voz de su muerte. 16059|Así los poderos y frescos 16059|Por amores de su gente 16059|De amigos de su llanto, 16059|Con un punto de cuidados 16059|El corazón de llanto, 16059|Y con de estos del alma 16059|Giralda y luz y flores. 16059|¡Qué descansada esa navegante 16059|Que, así sé, se labora 16059|Se plegar la maría 16059|Del Tajo de Oriente 16059|De un templo calor, que nunca 16059|Y á la luz á las nubes 16059|Tus flores, que por ser el monte 16059|En romerías con destellos, 16059|¡Sospacer el sueño y sospacer 16059|Del corazón de llanto! 16059|Aun este rüidaste ninguno 16059|Con un canto que la sentencia 16059|El sueño de Oriente 16059|¡Dolor el sueño á los pies del uno, 16059|Hasta que el puro está el español! 16059|¡La mía! ¡La mía! ¡Qué tiempo 16059|La mía! ¡La mía! ¡Qué vuelve 16059|De hieroglyphicos del sueño! 16059|Tú qué en el Tajo le dice 16059|No hubiera y bárbara 16059|De su llanto y su reposo, 16059|¡Qué es la mía del sueño 16059|Entre el sueño y su rey! 16059|¿Qué con el sueño le dice 16059|Por eso le dice, sin nombre 16059|Y siempre le darle que no pudo, 16059|Que llega su dicha, su amarga 16059|De dónde su rosada son, 16059|Y en la manuda su muerte 16059|Y en la pena su vendemia, 16059|Como qué es el sueño le dice 16059|No hubiera y bárbara?... 16059|Nunquiero; que los pueblos 16059|Cuando el sueño le dice 16059|Sus ojos entre las nubes; 16059|Triste, sueños de las olas 16059|Que desnuras, vírgenes y hermosas, 16059|Que no se escondes çimas.» 16059|¡Oh fizo y glorioso 16059|No vencedor más she isso, 16059|Porque tenéstos al oro 16059|Dijo, señor, te atrevido! 16059|Yo no hay partí conocido; 16059|Yo no se escondido en lágrimas, 16059|Que no hablada llega la vida 16059|Tan lado de la luna 16059|Que la ======================================== SAMPLE 12550 ======================================== 10602|Upon ywawed stanes, in dai forreyned night, 10602|Her pheere in vayne to thre skyls she wyte*, 10602|And hye or hye by right or by wrong, 10602|To do her will shee did; so was her sleyd. 10602|And now her stremes was in ane nere field, 10602|To gete her owons auf her selfe to ly 10602|As thoughe she hade: in gret despyt 10602|She sholde lefte it leyd from off her hand, 10602|That it sholde fall from hye of any man. 10602|Yet her grete shede sholde go forth and come 10602|In aventure of a day or tweye, 10602|To loke in time her owne man shew his wyne 10602|To soone for his owne eek in-to vyte, 10602|And lye at laste in a ymage ere that day. 10602|Thei lyten many a kyng which wolde her fayne; 10602|But she did longe and lyberall wyde; 10602|And at last gan cry in a seruyse, 10602|Be that she wolde lyberall begge in lyte 10602|To loke how she that was so grete wode 10602|Alway could love, ne what thing she hade, 10602|To loke in his person she began to crye. 10602|But he, who that knew her fairest wyfe, 10602|He wolde not him abide for lyfe, 10602|Ne never let a flater he so fynde, 10602|That she ne mighte of londe and of pu{m}es; 10602|But in wyve of his yonge girles seke 10602|Himselfe of love he never mighte: 10602|For he was of good chefe and of vyce: 10602|How he could love and not to dyce. 10602|Then, with her hande upon her han, 10602|She made an end of vse, and sone spred, 10602|As she that knew he was a freke, 10602|And, for he wolde lerne for to fynde, 10602|He did in lenger swich manere take, 10602|And to all the bote in gret maske he wente. 10602|His fader said, "I have it, for my day! 10602|The fairest of this worlde hadde I founde!" 10602|What shames then slepte at his door, 10602|Whiche to be gyd woulde falshode, 10602|And what it was she mighte not seyn, 10602|But bade him syt and wepe for saine: 10602|"Ye sholde haue", said she, "nowe be sene 10602|For vyces, as I gan seye, 10602|Were it haue ye lostde your soule! 10602|It hadde been no blame if ye had, 10602|Your honour soght, it nere mighte be 10602|In that lenger vyce, that vyons be, 10602|Whan werks are gan to swyter lyte: 10602|For, if ye hadde ye been in that place, 10602|It might ben ye, as was your faynt, 10602|And no vnkinde word, that hadde beene, 10602|Ne, elles ere he came in this place, 10602|By wordes, mighte have made him so sore. 10602|For-why, ye hadde never beene here, 10602|For nothing hadde ye saide here, 10602|Ne never could be founde your lyfe, 10602|Ne hadde ye seenke to be a fole." 10602|Thus said, her voice was like to blesse 10602|The hepe of wysdom, so was her shew, 10602|And he in such wonder wolde passe, 10602|Vnto the faire Saint with faire hew ======================================== SAMPLE 12560 ======================================== 34237|And the children's hearts beat, I s'pose, 34237|Like the clover-blooms in June! 34237|And we heard a cry a-foot-- 34237|A sob or two--and there was a 34237|Lone voice and a lone step on 34237|The cold hill-side below! 34237|You may call it a youth who wanders, 34237|He drifts, a lonely youth, 34237|With a strange, strange tale to tell, 34237|And a strange light behind the door. 34237|He wanders, and you do not hearken, 34237|Where the road runs to the sea, 34237|But he hears, above the stormy wind, 34237|The voices of the children's feet. 34237|He hears the patter of their feet, 34237|And the cry that rings through the house, 34237|And he sees great stars through the window, 34237|As they trot him out to bed. 34237|So he goes, and he goes--by night and day, 34237|A lonely youth, I wot, 34237|Who cannot bring his weary head 34237|Homeward again to-night. 34237|But the children come--they are blest, 34237|He has come home again, 34237|For he knows that he has been a friend unto 34237|And not a stranger unto him. 34237|They love him better than he loves them, 34237|So from the house he straightway 34237|Doth go, and comes not by them, 34237|Nor down the stair doth wait. 34237|They love him better than they know, 34237|With all the heart that e'er grieves him, 34237|So he is led by his Father's will, 34237|And not by dreams of his own. 34237|And they say, "He never will be led 34237|By our wills, but we--hearken. 34237|"We have seen what we have wrought, 34237|He has wrought to-day!" 34237|O sad are the dreams of a heart that was broken! 34237|The heart that was bruised and was broken. 34237|The children may wander the world, 34237|But they cannot change it, 34237|And the man with the child in his arms cannot go back again. 34237|Aye, they seek him with weary and searching feet, 34237|And their hands are cold in the dawning of the day, 34237|And their heart is no longer at rest. 34237|They say, "It is vain to search further and further, 34237|O we are no longer, O no longer, 34237|To follow the steps of the dead!" 34237|Now they sit beside their mother's grave, 34237|They stretch out their hands, they pray with a bitter cry, 34237|"O no, you can never return; 34237|"We are weak, too weak, the way is long and dreary; 34237|You see we can never return! 34237|"Oh! to live--oh! to live, by the holy fire 34237|O pray to us, for a little while, 34237|By the white rose trees, in sunny, winter weather, 34237|"By the song we sing, 34237|And the flower we take, 34237|And the words we say, 34237|And the tears we shed! 34237|God, help us to live 34237|By the good His word, 34237|For a little while, 34237|When the sun is shining bright, 34237|On the snowy breast of Hecla." 34237|And when the night is dark and silent, the children awake at the 34237|Ah, where is my little love? 34237|Ah, where is my little love? 34237|She is gone to the mountain-side, 34237|To the wooded slopes of the Far West. 34237|She has come from her caverns deep, 34237|And the mountain-ashes brown. 34237|She sits on a wheel of the brook; 34237|She sweeps the wide, bright water. 34237|To and fro, with her little crutch, 34237|She sweeps the wide, bright water; 34237|To and fro, with her ======================================== SAMPLE 12570 ======================================== 38520|Of which men say with sense,--"It's not wise: 38520|The man who never saw a thing went 38520|With his nose in my book, and went, 38520|And saw, in all his waking glory, 38520|The face of dead Lazarus' brother." 38520|Yet, in the day I had my eyes set 38520|Upon this fair, this shining world, 38520|I could not look upon the stars, 38520|Yet I might look upon _Thee_. 38520|O bright, bright star, when this dark world, 38520|Saw thy blue hand unclasping 38520|From its bound of darkness, and was free, 38520|Did I not love thee? I loved then 38520|Just as that thou art now! 38520|But what though I did not love thee? 38520|Then, as now, I did not love, 38520|Neither hastened, O star, to bind 38520|Mine eyes to what was hid from thee 38520|In what was inward darkness; 38520|Though I did look upon thee, when 38520|All my flesh was inwardly awing, 38520|And, in a sudden flash of light, 38520|I saw what was not seen before. 38520|The sight that then was inwardly 38520|My soul came rushing as from the sea 38520|Whose cry is loud, but all its voice 38520|Lives in the wind that sighing sways 38520|Its breast. 38520|O spirit, still my soul and all 38520|That make me alive and strong, 38520|Were, in the outer world, but in a cage 38520|And bound to things of earth, 38520|If all that moved was that I know 38520|And own my soul, and love thee! 38520|Then, if thy soul could know all this, 38520|And know, to see that it be true, 38520|Could see what things are hid from thee, 38520|When night is all but over there, 38520|If in a sudden flash of light, 38520|It would come to me and move about 38520|In the circle of my thought, 38520|And touch my soul with a new sense-- 38520|A sudden, yet a clear, desire, 38520|That would not be subdued by fear, 38520|Nor even by all the fears that crowd about it, 38520|I would look up to it and say, 38520|"O star of hope, thou still shall go, 38520|And thy path is not yet over yon hill, 38520|I cannot wait the first delay, 38520|Nor can I long endure it, 38520|For thou still shall be, and still shalt be." 38520|Then would I bend my brow and say, 38520|"O spirit, what is this thou hast said? 38520|What is so loud in my thought, 38520|But the voice of thy soul?" and it 38520|Would give to me a light, clear answer, 38520|And, like my voice, would reach to the soul,-- 38520|My soul that is the same 38520|As those that are within my soul, 38520|The love and a far-off light of thine, 38520|Thy name that is not named with other names. 38520|O star of hope, I ask thee then 38520|To say what makes thy name so dear. 38520|If I in this dark world should fall, 38520|If my proud soul would make a prayer 38520|That it might come again to thee, 38520|And kiss thy hand on that of thine, 38520|If I, with such a name, should rise 38520|And walk across the sunlit sea 38520|To where thy heart is bound to mine, 38520|What would this be to thee? 38520|O, what would it be? 38520|It may be only this,-- 38520|"I cannot wait to make another prayer 38520|In a world I have already served." 38520|What would be that, O Christ! 38520|What would not that be? 38520|The pain of waiting for 38520|A faith which would be made of thee, 38520|A will which is but mine, 38520|Thine eyes as stars ======================================== SAMPLE 12580 ======================================== 4331|I cannot tell. The sky is like to drown 4331|Hiding the truth from you 4331|You are my heart all through and I my throne, 4331|I know it. 4331|There's a voice, the far voice of my heart, 4331|Watched by a star, alone. 4331|It calls, It knows. 4331|"Tell me but four of all the things I have done, 4331|Not of the world is there only one thing 4331|We wish complete; 4331|There's one thing, beyond imagining, quite 4331|I have not done. 4331|"You have not kissed me, my Darling, my Bride, 4331|Not every hour, not ever. 4331|When I shall dream--oh, so strange, so strange, 4331|My own secret, darling, 4331|I shall find it, and your soul, dear soul. 4331|"It is the dream of all my life's delight 4331|In one great moment of delight. 4331|Do you remember, dear one, our parting day, 4331|I stood alone, 4331|We wandered out across the autumn-coloured sea 4331|Where the winds howl? 4331|You have been silent long... Yet you will not go. 4331|I know you love to rest. 4331|"But why this rest? Why not return here and there 4331|I shall not tire you, dear? 4331|There is so much that's good in being away 4331|We may forget it all." 4331|She turned away to hide her fears. Her tears fell 4331|In torrents, 4331|As if her heart would break, 4331|But, as if death 4331|Might come to fill some need 4331|For once the world was spared 4331|And life could be repaid-- 4331|"Do you not understand?" 4331|She said to me-- 4331|"I loved you so 4331|I gave you every thing--save this tear. 4331|I gave you all that is left. 4331|I will not leave you. You may go. 4331|For I shall not tire you 4331|If you go."... 4331|The night of the wild autumn dusk, 4331|The night of the heart-hungered wind, 4331|The heart, the will and the death-- 4331|The black sky overhead, 4331|The red-breasted flying bird, 4331|The wind, the sea and my soul. 4331|I will not leave you. Time might waste you 4331|With all the rest of the earth's days gone by. 4331|I'll not grow weary. Life might lose you 4331|With all the dead things born this earth of men. 4331|I'll not let you go. As all who are weary, 4331|Cling to some flower of song--the world's flower-- 4331|The world's and my heart are one. 4331|We are not here 4331|To keep you waiting, dear, 4331|We are not here 4331|To bend, 4331|To bind you still in the chain of your pain, 4331|Or wear your weary life with a crown-- 4331|Or make you wise, 4331|To walk, 4331|Peaceful and wise, 4331|Through the centuries and through love's path, 4331|To find you a nest in the bosom of God. 4331|We are not here 4331|To guide and give 4331|Your faithless soul the light of a truth 4331|To set to your lips for a sure sign-- 4331|Or to keep you waiting for the dawn-- 4331|Or bid you rest at a sad heart's call-- 4331|Or say that your years are over. For, 4331|When the sun goes down, 4331|And the rain comes in, 4331|And the streets and the sky are the same; 4331|When the night has found you--and the tide 4331|Catches all who may seek you in the slough 4331|Where you've lain for an age; 4331|When the water-spider, with weary head 4331|Hanging above the water, has found you 4331| ======================================== SAMPLE 12590 ======================================== 27781|She told her friends and kinsfolk wide, 27781|That John, her husband’s brother, 27781|’Twas he had shot his sister, 27781|As she made that fearful stand. 27781|All our neighbours round her shook, 27781|And every man we know’d her; 27781|The truth would “Oh! my Lord High” 27781|Have sent them to their rest. 27781|But John, she said, will ne’er come; 27781|She told the world the fact, 27781|And swore by every thing 27781|She could the world’s forgiveness crave, 27781|When he had gone from them. 27781|We all believed her word, 27781|And John came home again, 27781|But never more could see 27781|Fair Mary Brandy’s face. 27781|John made a second assault 27781|On the poor, the strong, the great, 27781|And shot them as if they were 27781|A thousand guineas in gold. 27781|He ransack’d every house 27781|And he tore apart its wall, 27781|And he hung up every piece, 27781|Upon the doorposts all. 27781|At length his strength gave way; 27781|At length the heart grew mute. 27781|At length he could no longer break, 27781|With heart and hand he tore 27781|The weak, the weak, the weak, 27781|From all the city’s mass. 27781|With all his thoughts and ways, 27781|’Twas Mary Brandy still 27781|In bed that night she fell; 27781|With all her heart’s desire, 27781|And could not find a rest. 27781|But one sad day he was brought 27781|To his last day’s end, 27781|And his last look at last returned, 27781|Was not to find her here. 27781|“This night at three thou wilt stay,” 27781|Says an old wight with green hair, 27781|“For this I will thy body kill; 27781|So, I make thee give me food! 27781|“But thou, my sweet love, why wilt thou go 27781|Unto thy home, my honey-eater? 27781|I’ve paid thee for thy kindness long, 27781|And for these poor forsaken friends 27781|Thy killing hand wilt thou forget. 27781|“I’ve seen thee give each neighbour pair 27781|A little piece of meat, and drink, 27781|But why should I believe that thou 27781|Such generosity art showing? 27781|For, I know thou hast not killed a soul 27781|Since thou my infant brother wast; 27781|When this dear body thou hast seen 27781|I never will forget thy face!” 27781|Now, old and frail, he could not speak; 27781|And thus, with hands and feet, he died. 27781|But to me what can I give? 27781|That time has come, my friend, 27781|When in my breast I love 27781|The woman whom I’ve slain. 27781|My love and sorrow are the same: 27781|My grief for her and thee; 27781|I’m in the same sad plight, 27781|For her and thee; 27781|I cannot give thee love, 27781|Not while she’s on the shelf. 27781|I’ll give thee a good will; 27781|Be content and live; 27781|That’s my constant constant course, 27781|With no regrets. 27781|And when the time comes round 27781|Shall we meet, my friend, 27781|And join the friendless throng, 27781|“I’ll kill thee,” I will say, 27781|And then die. 27781|For thee I’ll give my heart, 27781|For thee I give mine eyes, 27781|For thee I give my hands, 27781|For thee I give my head: 27781|I will not take away 27781|The love that beats within! 27781|And ======================================== SAMPLE 12600 ======================================== 16059|Dixit de huiusmodi, 16059|De sorde seros el rostro 16059|Cesaron de sus padres 16059|Tendida un brazo de 16059|Del alma á mi bizno. 16059|Dixit de oro y de asombra 16059|La tumba de amor; 16059|La tumba de amor es la esclera 16059|Que no llegara 16059|De donde no puedes no sé 16059|Vierte la tumba de amor. 16059|¡Cuántas vidas alzántas de su odio 16059|Y de su voz, libre de amor! 16059|¡Cuántos vidas alzántas de sí serás! 16059|Que tu verdura enamorado 16059|Un señor de toda fe, 16059|Que todo en tus carreras de amor. 16059|Sobre las vidas, alzántas son 16059|Que en esta música vida, 16059|La fe, la piquidad enamorada 16059|Y el amor amado, 16059|Y el aire amado. 16059|¡Oh sé que yo hoy en que el siete suyrgo 16059|Porque así la fama víctima 16059|Vida las mujeres, y á nuestros acaso 16059|El alma puro y la mar conocido 16059|El ángel de mi frente. 16059|¡Cuántos vidas alzántas de su odio 16059|Este pudiera un día, 16059|No visteis señora el amor, 16059|El amor de mi voz! 16059|Pudiera de amor esa mujeres, 16059|Y á la noche pudiera suyrgo; 16059|Aunque es ver las mujeres, y el amor 16059|Está el amorado. 16059|Como pesar en la mar, 16059|Como pesar en la mar, 16059|Como quisieron sus ojos 16059|De mi vida; 16059|Tales de los muertos, 16059|Tales de los muertos, 16059|Tales de los muertos 16059|Hoy el alma mía; 16059|Yo al mismo en las sombras, 16059|Música mi amor; 16059|Que en piedra de habersebas 16059|Se pusiste amores, 16059|Y donde ser poco estacestes 16059|A este puerto. 16059|Cuando me ha mecèntes 16059|Por la sorda, 16059|Mientras de ley de espera, 16059|Quiso le dió muerto: 16059|No visteis en mi maldita 16059|En amador. 16059|Para también me diàndo 16059|Que es la muerte, 16059|Suya fúle dientes, 16059|Para que esa sombra 16059|Es tan justo día, 16059|Ya que es de la cabeza 16059|Por ser que amo hallarse, 16059|¡Azenosa en el alma 16059|No se abogado! 16059|¡Ay que eso niña! 16059|¡Fuego para cuya raza 16059|Que vive de tu gracia, 16059|Que es hago á este muerto 16059|Ya me vive, sino fuerte 16059|Por una voz, y estuve fuerte, 16059|Por una voz con tu canto, 16059|Y que es á una nuga. 16059|A mi desigualmente 16059|Un señor en que no me conocido: 16059|Para ======================================== SAMPLE 12610 ======================================== 13647|When you are in the way, 13647|I say you are so small, 13647|You cannot see our way! 13647|How does the Brierfur tickle one's ears? 13647|For there it tickles all over, 13647|The Barkle-tickle, the Brierfur-tickle, 13647|I have them all, 13647|For about from Bloedel to Draypore; 13647|And though they tickle, you must look out 13647|You shall find a pitiful racket you've made 13647|Upon the hill. 13647|The Brierfur at Draypore is one of the wild 13647|Of Flanders, to which the English came in a hundred ways,-- 13647|And in his country town, to which he was much a stranger, 13647|He held a great post on the Brierfur, a wild wild beast. 13647|But when they found the place so peaceful, 'twas thought good, 13647|They set a guard upon him, till they had made him yours. 13647|And all night long, when the guards were all asleep, 13647|Through the long, green days of July,--how much it hurts 13647|To have wandered from you, and found your Brierfur tame, 13647|As tame as you! 13647|The Brierfur is a fierce beast; 13647|He sticks to you, like a bull; 13647|And you must watch him close, 13647|And watch him when alone; 13647|You shall win him soon, 13647|For he follows close at your heels! 13647|He is a very cruel beast, 13647|He will not let you pass, 13647|He wanders round and round, 13647|I've seen him on my road 13647|At times I've watched him very well, 13647|But now and then, oh, he'll stand, and stare, 13647|At one that was naughty, and will bite 13647|His handsome muzzle, when I've struck him dead! 13647|They cut the Brierfur's horns last autumn, 13647|And they drove him far and wide, 13647|They said that his head, and his paws, and his claws 13647|Were very clever looking things. 13647|Now I am your prisoner, and belong 13647|To the wild beasts of Draypore, 13647|I will do almost anything and dare 13647|Just what you want me to. 13647|If you like this picture,--Do you like playing, too, in the sun? 13647|You do not like to be frightened, do you? 13647|Then run away and hide under the eaves, till the playtime is done. 13647|It will make all the little children, wherever they live, 13647|Play, play, play, play, play, etc. 13647|I can make all things of feathery points and smooth curves 13647|Fly to the tops of the trees, 13647|All the water there,--every little drop, that runs and flows, 13647|And I make them all fly away. 13647|I can make the little rats run on the walls, and jump upon the floor; 13647|I turn the water into drops of silver,-- 13647|I take the rain and make it whistle, 13647|The wind gives me the breath of things, and I make them into trees, 13647|And pave with the sunshine my way. 13647|I can turn the sick into nurses,-- 13647|I make the little heat to rise, 13647|And thunder in the trees, and send them hurrying me down, 13647|That I stop to rest, with my head upon a pine, 13647|And my long, hot, beaded feet. 13647|I can make a dog bark at me,-- 13647|I put the little leaves to rout, 13647|To make his house a palace, and himself anear; 13647|And now, while he watches, I see, 13647|Through the blinds and the lattices, 13647|The first small steps of a little human road, 13647|And the dogs, upon it, and behind. 13647|I can make the little birds fly up into the cloudy air, 13647|And the sun go under the sea, 13647|And the sun come down ======================================== SAMPLE 12620 ======================================== 28591|He can stand up to any charge which man may make; 28591|And can make, though he to life sink or rise, yet go on 28591|And make the world a better place while his fair soul's light 28591|Has been quenched in the shadow of a bitter hate. 28591|He can speak forth loud and bold the truth most dear; 28591|He can find out the ways of good in all men's ways, 28591|He can find them out by man's sure self-denial, 28591|And he can be himself, that's as God himself to see. 28591|He lives when man is yet and knows when he is king: 28591|The world is not the world when man's heart is with thee-- 28591|He takes his place in the world where there's no room for doubt. 28591|Though many more, more blessed than thou, 28591|Though wider spread thy fame, thou shalt not 28591|MUST go in, and seek it out, and go; 28591|Thou mayst not find a place forst thou-- 28591|It's thyself that needs it--then. 28591|Lord, I would that I was like unto thee; 28591|I would that I were like unto thee; 28591|Yet it would not be so, were it not right 28591|Thou in thy self, O God, dost dwell alone; 28591|That, to my self, O God, do thou make mine. 28591|Who, meek and silent and pure and calm, 28591|Lets in no eye whatever news stream in, 28591|That might a secret's height explore; 28591|Keeping no one waiting for it there-- 28591|That would be like him, and he, too, God. 28591|As in our life no one is at all, 28591|Let no one dwell in self-denial: 28591|God's self, with all his thoughts would be 28591|Like a child's in all he never knew. 28591|When the world is sad, it is the boy, 28591|But in His presence sorrow brings. 28591|If thou didst come, dear Lord, to live and see 28591|The joy of loving thy only child, 28591|Thou wouldst be like the child that, in tears, 28591|Repenteth of thy blood the trace; 28591|The child that must keep, when the sun shines, 28591|Thy mother's lids, by water or by bread: 28591|Would bring sobs, sighings, and tears to mine 28591|In thy own hearing, with the message? 28591|Would I, then, be like that child to thee? 28591|It will be well if I were like thee; 28591|If I were like the child that must do 28591|His duty as it beareth: "My Son," 28591|And never, never, from the grave 28591|Will God let the sad soul to go. 28591|My heart and God's will do the rest; 28591|I know not any one better can, 28591|In all the world, the work to do. 28591|I am the child; and He that sent me, 28591|That gave me hope, that guides and guides, 28591|His own sweet way will teach me right, 28591|And, in my soul, so, teach me too. 28591|Oh, it's wonderful, when you get married, 28591|Then you can tell at a glance 28591|The difference betwixt the bride and bride. 28591|A wedding dress is fine, as you know. 28591|But a wedding present is just the same 28591|As a wedding present, my dear. 28591|It's the wedding present that you keep, 28591|And the wedding present I will, 28591|And the way you've chosen, when you get married, 28591|Is a duty that's more than sweet. 28591|But a wedding present is what you choose, 28591|And a wedding present I will, 28591|If you'll stand with me all the way through, 28591|And when you've chosen and chosen aright, 28591|I will love you with a tender love, 28591|And help to make you all content. 28591|The marriage crowd is very gay, 28591|And quite un ======================================== SAMPLE 12630 ======================================== May not be all 1953|When I have known you true; 1953|Have you not learned the word of love, 1953|And all your life's history?-- 1953|Have not I, when thus I've said. 1953|If ye say--then, come; for, stand, 1953|You are my only choice; 1953|And I shall have nothing else, 1953|For I am feeble like the rock, 1953|And the tempest round me breaks. 1953|You are strong, but your heart is broken, 1953|My strong heart cannot answer: and if 1953|Ye should love, and I must stand, 1953|Then, then, ye are not so weak any more-- 1953|You are the strong man of my heart!-- 1953|When I've learned and shown ye what they are, 1953|And the power of their art, 1953|Then there's nought there strange nor worth, 1953|But the work of men, and the earth. 1953|Then, then, ye are not so weak any more-- 1953|You are the strong man of my heart!-- 1953|Yea, the very Earth I prize, that is 1953|The thing the weak man would be. 1953|And what I hold is the dearest thing 1953|In the wide world's store on earth: now, it is 1953|My very own, and I have no choice 1953|But to wear it by the yearning of my soul, 1953|And to be wholly clad for any time, 1953|No matter how far, in the heat of the sun, 1953|When the wind is low in the pine tree's roots, 1953|And the bird sings on the withered boughs; 1953|And the wind from the mountains, the clouds, and the rain, 1953|To keep me happy as there's a beam, a ray, 1953|To the glory of God that lives in the sun and wind. 1953|My little boy, have you any playmates, 1953|Any little lovely things to look at? 1953|For I love you--and I do. 1953|I love you well, my little boy, 1953|I can see by my tears on your cheeks, 1953|By what love in your ways I must learn, 1953|So may I love you well. 1953|Have you any little loves to lay down, 1953|Little joys for your laughter to ring out? 1953|Little joys for your mirth? 1953|Little joys for my heart's delight? 1953|Little joys for old times dead?-- 1953|Little loves for my joys, little loves 1953|For everything sweet?-- 1953|When I have got wisdom to give you, 1953|I shall know it better than you; 1953|My little boy, have you any love, 1953|Little loves at all? 1953|Little joys for the eyes to laugh out? 1953|Little joys for my heart to thrill? 1953|Little loves for the day that shines or the night?-- 1953|Little loves for my heart,-- 1953|In every room where you live and I try, 1953|My little boy, I shall know it well-- 1953|My little boy, love me. 1953|Little boy, and only little boy-- 1953|For all women are so little-- 1953|That but for a little thing 1953|We would worship, worshhip, 1953|That only wee thing that's all things, 1953|Little boy, and only little man, 1953|For children's children's children we love, 1953|And life, and we ask for a little thing 1953|That's all things, and just what's it worth? 1953|Little boy, and only little boy, 1953|And to be true and fair to your kind, 1953|And never to hate or look too proud, 1953|Little boy, and little boy, and every one 1953|To bring your mother home all in a piece? 1953|Little boy, and only little boy-- 1953|That's what's up--the great white father, 1953|The white father of the nations that are, 1953|That's the good little one that's up there 1953|And all children must ======================================== SAMPLE 12640 ======================================== 22803|For, as a sign, two horses came with dappled manes 22803|And manes of golden mane, that had not a trace 22803|Or russet colour of their master's black; 22803|And, as they strode toward him, the sun-god smiled, 22803|And the sun, and the wind, and the stream and they, 22803|Sang their song of the Unending struggle, 22803|And the glorious triumphs of Achilles, 22803|And his death when Jove cut his armour short. 22803|And all the winds that blow from off the sea 22803|To fill Troy with a wild south-wind, or freshen 22803|The water of the stream, or quench the flame 22803|In the white beams of the noon, or cool the earth 22803|With all the stars that burn for heaven, sang in 22803|That mighty battle, and in their song the earth 22803|Cried to King Oliphant and the Aethiops' King 22803|And his two wives, and to fair Helen of Joy, 22803|And with the whole sea shouting: "Thou, king and lord 22803|Of the full-orbed sun, go thou, and show them 22803|Where he lies, and tell them where is the hero 22803|Whom a thousand men at need have slain." 22803|And he turned to go, but Oliphant besought 22803|His caution as he met him, saying, "Listen, 22803|Do ye hear, and heed me? it is not well 22803|That in such battle as this should two be met. 22803|It is not well to hear the songs of Troy 22803|Borne up from Troy on the waves, or at hand 22803|To see the sons of Troy in arms, nor yet 22803|To see the men, as though that fierce men fought 22803|All round Troy, on all sides, but now and then 22803|To hear their songs and see the waving sea 22803|Of men from shore to shore. That is not well. 22803|And now I see with tears thou turnest away 22803|From them which are the sons of Greece, towards me 22803|Who bear the olive-branch, and I will not now 22803|Turn from thee, nor speak a word of spite, 22803|But, as thou mayst, my mother, my sweet wife, 22803|Hear me, and fear not my tongue, though I said it." 22803|Her husband, turning from the eyes of both, 22803|Cried sore afraid and sorely. "Son of a God 22803|Stand up, O King," he cried; "with what hands now 22803|Laid you a man thus low? for this was not 22803|A time for words; and now it is not plain 22803|Whether the gods will put you in your hand 22803|For either ill, because of his great speech, 22803|Nor will they give you either child or wife now 22803|With a strong man, but if you will come and stand 22803|At the side of me, the god who made me, I 22803|Will send a strong man to thee, who shall hold 22803|Unto thy arms all strength; or if ye must 22803|Go on and fight, there yet will be an end 22803|Of battle, and the end of strife." 22803|Then said Antiphates, "My Lord and God, 22803|Let no one fight with us." 22803|"Well done," he said, "the Son of man, see 22803|That thou speak not here too far before 22803|Me; for this one hath no hand, and must 22803|Make do;" and thus the sun went in and out 22803|His round of rising. And now was come 22803|Young Thrasymede, of many things the wisest. 22803|For not upon an empty word did his 22803|Olympian mother teach him; but whatsoe'er 22803|Down from her store of counsel took she, 22803|And did his best to put into his mind 22803|By which the Trojan Hector's anger might 22803|Be made to cease, and turn to kindness and 22803|To the good of all. 22803|But with him it was that he 22803|Had never known ======================================== SAMPLE 12650 ======================================== 35402|Sitting all day upon the grass: 35402|The earth has given him nothing, 35402|Nay, he shall not give his heart, 35402|The great sun hath naught to give. 35402|He shall not give his heart. 35402|All men have no soul. 35402|All men have no life: 35402|The men who are dead shall live, 35402|But are not what they were. 35402|Dead are they not! 35402|They do not live, because 35402|They have no living, which 35402|Is like to all their heart's delight. 35402|I have no life; I am blind; 35402|I have no life, I have no breath; 35402|I have no life. 35402|I am naught to you, 35402|You make a wrong, 35402|That you may fill anew with wrong. 35402|You are no part of me, 35402|Nay, you are no place; 35402|Not one whit! 35402|My life and soul are not 35402|Within you, are, 35402|All things are strange, 35402|The world's great mystery. 35402|Dead are we all. 35402|Dead are our eyes: 35402|Dead are our body parts, all ours; 35402|Dead is our spirit, 35402|And the body dead. 35402|Dead is the spirit; 35402|Dead is the flesh, dead is the sin. 35402|Dead is the memory, 35402|Dead is the hope, 35402|And dead is the self-will: 35402|We are grown sick, grown sick, dead as trees; 35402|We are grown sick with time, 35402|With grief for nothing, 35402|Grown sick with things of earth, 35402|Grown sick with earth's evil; 35402|We grow sick as men; 35402|All time is a weary thing, all things grow ill 35402|With vain desire, 35402|That we may grow sick; 35402|Foolish and wise; 35402|Unpractised fools, 35402|Who are made fools, 35402|By the foolishness of man. 35402|We are grown sick, 35402|We grow sick; 35402|We are grown sick. 35402|We are grown blind and lame, 35402|We are grown deaf, 35402|We are grown blind with time; 35402|We are grown deaf to words; 35402|We cannot hear; 35402|Howbeit, what heed 35402|We have, howbeit, what breath 35402|We have, we are grown deaf, 35402|Being made deaf, 35402|Sightless, blind and blind with dust. 35402|We grow blind, 35402|We are grown blind. 35402|We grow old, 35402|We grow old; 35402|We grow old, 35402|We grow old. 35402|We die, etc. 35402|All time is a day 35402|With all its deeds and prayers; 35402|Howbeit, what we have been 35402|We cannot die. 35402|We are tired; 35402|We are old; 35402|We grow sick. 35402|We grow blind: 35402|We grow blind; 35402|We grow deaf. 35402|We grow old: 35402|We grow old; 35402|We grow old. 35402|O fools, what hast thou done? 35402|For all things we are grown, 35402|Lies all men grow sick: 35402|We are blind, deaf, and dumb; 35402|We are grown blind; 35402|We are wasted, dead; 35402|We are lost to God. 35402|We have grown sick; 35402|We grow sick; 35402|We grow sick. 35402|We are grown blind; 35402|We grow deaf; 35402|We grow old; 35402|We grow old. 35402|Let us lie down and sleep. 35402|Let us lie down and sleep. 35402|We are grown blind and lame; 35402|We are grown deaf, dead; 35402|We are lost to God. 35402|The sea was hard and cold ======================================== SAMPLE 12660 ======================================== 1057|And the grey clouds, the clouds have made 1057|A shadow of our life. And where the wind 1057|Ceases, where the wind ceases, where the wind moves 1057|And the stars cease to light their face-- 1057|We, who are half of us now, must meet 1057|In the silent solitude; and there, 1057|In the lonely solitude, be born, 1057|And know our lives are ended. 1057|The night is cold, the wind is high, 1057|And the leaves all wet the grass, 1057|Yet the little black birds still sing 1057|In the darksome wild. 1057|And we shall look and see them sing, 1057|And listen at the window-pane 1057|To the tune of the little black birds, 1057|Till the night is over. 1057|The moon is shining over all, 1057|And the stars are hidden quite, 1057|But we know what the tune of the birds 1057|That sing on the window-pane is, 1057|For the same thing we know. 1057|But the black birds have lost their tune, 1057|And the daws have forgotten their song, 1057|And the little black birds will not sing, 1057|And the stars keep silence, one by one. 1057|But the stars are listening all the time, 1057|And they listen with delight, 1057|For the old birds are singing in the darkness 1057|From their dark and leafless nest. 1057|From the black and leafless nest are free, 1057|And the sun will come in again, 1057|And a little after time, 1057|As the earth, from years of darkness and cold, 1057|Woke to light from years of darksome grey: 1057|And the stars will wait and watch and pray 1057|Till the world change, as the sun changes, 1057|To the perfect dawn of a perfect day. 1057|But now, O little black birds, O daws, 1057|What is your song of evening? 1057|I wonder it might have come from you, 1057|Nor been so far astray. 1057|For on the grass, and at the window's rim, 1057|And in the windless trees, I hear you singing, 1057|--The only way to hear you singing now! 1057|I can tell of no one else in the spring 1057|Sing from the window, or out on the lawn; 1057|And, from the little grey hill-tops, I can hear 1057|The birds to the hills from meadows far away. 1057|But who can understand your single lay, 1057|That dies so like a word 1057|That ever has a rhyme, or seems to chant 1057|Or ever says a prayer? 1057|Or even to understand, 1057|Pray you will ask me, 1057|How a bird sings, so wild and so clear, 1057|That none but a crow could understand. 1057|Yet 'twas the bird's first words I understood, 1057|For they came so like the songs I learn 1057|From you and from the spring 1057|That I was fain to hear -- not you alone -- 1057|The meaning of their golden accents, high 1057|And sweet as fainting horses' broken cries, 1057|And tender as falling tears, 1057|And yet so deep it made my heart bleed, 1057|And yet not tender, but indeed apart 1057|From all tenderness and pain. 1057|They spoke of love gone by. 1057|I never heard the birds say more, 1057|But this I know, dear, you know! 1057|It is the springtime of the year, 1057|And this is how the springtime of the year 1057|Says: "We came with many friends and watchers 1057|From the lands of the sun and the boundless blue, 1057|From the dawn-light and the sunset-liloping sun, 1057|To make thee, O sun, the music of the world." 1057|And now, O little black birds, O daws, 1057|I bring to thee a message of the spring - 1057|The springtime of ======================================== SAMPLE 12670 ======================================== 36150|Of all the songs in the world 36150|There should come a sweeter strain 36150|Than the one that I have sung. 36150|The land which the North and the South 36150|Make brother by a bond 36150|Of common destiny, 36150|And the heart of the land beats full with joy 36150|To know it holds a poet. 36150|And he is the poet of all things, 36150|And he is the pride of all 36150|Whose spirit can find life and time and mood 36150|In him alone are free. 36150|For the North and the South, by the North and the South, 36150|The South must have his song; 36150|And he and his songs are the soul of the South 36150|And the soul of the South must be-- 36150|A sweet and sacred song: a song true, 36150|And sweet as the song of a brother. 36150|We're home in the city and the song's on us-- 36150|And the South never sleeps! 36150|We're home in the city this night and the South 36150|Ringing with us, you know; 36150|And we'll tell the world to mind it how we sing, 36150|Or it may catch us singing! 36150|A-smiling at it, a-waving at it, 36150|With a hand out and a smile gone; 36150|A-laughing at it, a-brief at it-- 36150|The South is here and home now! 36298|A Midsummer Night's Dream: And Other Poems 36298|A Nightingale's Telling 36298|A Song's End 36298|Bent and still the aged crags of Fate 36298|Gaunt and grey above the long decline 36298|The mountain-walls rise, a mass to check 36298|The tide of the storm: in his right hand 36298|The mountain-torch slakes the needful fire 36298|With flickering radiance, but, in vain 36298|His mantle shields him from the fierce attack 36298|Of the keen north, and close in a ring 36298|The tempestuous billows roar and toss, 36298|Yet, from the mountain's shadow, he may lean-- 36298|He sees with keenest eyes the day-star rise-- 36298|A lone and lonely witness to the day, 36298|The star whose glow his love can ne'er forego. 36298|A star is born, that, swift to flash, 36298|In earth-bewildering splendour grows, 36298|And, from its earliest morning, dies 36298|Within the starlight of thy soul! 36298|A star is born, that, fast and still 36298|The earth's quiet waters bend, 36298|And in vast majesty descends, 36298|With all the sea in heart and eye; 36298|But with the tide of life it is born 36298|Thy heart within thee, and the world's: 36298|And, in the full divine effect, 36298|The sun's first smile o'erspreads the bay. 36298|My spirit is in the ocean deep, 36298|Thy spirit is in the flowery dell; 36298|My spirit is among the heights that know 36298|No sadder sight than thy fair face there. 36298|A light is thrown on earth--and gone for ever, 36298|A light is turned to heaven. 36298|A little child has brought me from their bliss 36298|A little dream-flower from the garden; 36298|It seemed the dream I dreamed so often 36298|Was born to-day in these cheeks of mine. 36298|It was not made for this, and yet, for this, 36298|'Twas the fairy flower to which the girl had sent 36298|This small, white flower and bid her bid on higher, 36298|For only heaven would see me looking at it. 36298|But she came not. I can look at it, still 36298|And see the way I used to look at it; 36298|And yet,--she is not here--this heart of mine 36298|Is grieving that I cannot comfort her. 36298|So now this heart of mine is wasted so, 36298|That, in my arms, ======================================== SAMPLE 12680 ======================================== 19221|Where are the treasures of the past? 19221|The light of true heart's youth 19221|Is with us still, 19221|And the wingèd peace of a pure dream 19221|Brings us to the goal. 19221|But ah! when shall we meet once more 19221|The glorious light of thought? 19221|O Love, give--but take the gift indifferent-- 19221|The joys of sweet content; 19221|And count the cost the pleasure not mine. 19221|We met once, we met once, 19221|The day was June; 19221|A lovely, smiling sun 19221|The sky wore; 19221|We met, and said good-bye,-- 19221|And parted thus; 19221|The very flowers were strewed 19221|About our feet; 19221|We parted thus; the kiss 19221|That told our love was true, 19221|We never spoke, we never spoke, 19221|Till June was past. 19221|How oft I've told you, reader, 19221|How oft I've told you, reader, 19221|How oft I've told you; 19221|The maid had three locks of jet, 19221|The first had three sweet flowers, 19221|The second had three lilies, 19221|The third had three white lilies; 19221|The first a lovely daisy, 19221|The second a pretty white, 19221|The third a simple daisy. 19221|Then oft you may recall 19221|How I impatiently kissed 19221|The hands that should have fed 19221|My ears, but fed from my book instead; 19221|Now more, now less, my tastes: 19221|I only kiss the hand 19221|That bears the golden letter E. 19221|I only kiss the hand 19221|That bears the golden letter E... 19221|What's strange is, when you clung to me, 19221|You clung to a letter--you,-- 19221|A binding stone of mine, to bind 19221|And bind me to my book. 19221|A golden letter E, 19221|On golden parchment-- 19221|What do I know of his ways? 19221|I only know he goes 19221|Behind a heart or hand, 19221|And holds it fast or free, 19221|And breaks it not or break-- 19221|Ah, never, never more! 19221|Then thrice did I kiss the hands 19221|That bound thy letter, boy; 19221|The fingers drew it close and close, 19221|Each kiss a vow: 19221|And softly saying "Never," 19221|We kissed and pledged this promise then, 19221|Which if it holds true, 19221|Will surely hold forever. 19221|I know not if she think it true, and I know I do 19221|If she and I should sit together underneath the green, 19221|Should she not know there 'twas the green there on the river-bank? 19221|Should I not know it was the old and nobly-fenced-in wood? 19221|As she who hath an old thing first, nobly-fenced in long, 19221|While she who hath a nobler and longer one doth keep apart, 19221|How the two will answer when they 're told that I and she 19221|Are married and true as God. 19221|And all for a mere feather 19221|That she flung from her shoulders-- 19221|'Tis all she has to loose me, 19221|And all I have to hold me. 19221|If she have e'er been guilty, 19221|Which I have often been guilty, 19221|I, for ever free, 19221|While Heaven shall guard me. 19221|If one day more 19221|Or ten days more 19221|Have passed, 19221| 'Twill be 19221|Another night at odds-- 19221|Again the war-- 19221|And we shall fight it out. 19221|How many springs 19221|It has been since we kissed? 19221|How many years? 19221|How many moons 19221|Hath she been weaving? 19221|Two hundred and fifty-three years. 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 12690 ======================================== 4272|But that they came for me to take 4272|And love like any other thing 4272|From that white, joyous heart in God 4272|They will not let me come, they say; 4272|For if a man love not men can be 4272|Who would love but the good and true, 4272|To me--Oh, then I'm doubly blest, 4272|I'll know as well who dwell above. 4272|And as to that, I say, well know, 4272|I am but as a cloud or stone, 4272|A thing to fade and vanisheth, 4272|If God will that I love Him so. 4272|Nor shall my heart nor will be pined, 4272|Though I but keep one hour to save; 4272|For from the fountain in my will 4272|I gather all things for my place: 4272|And, Lord, in Thy sweet will, my God, 4272|I would that I could love and wed 4272|Thee with all my soul. 4272|But if the heart of love for man 4272|To yield in love would be unfelt, 4272|It were not well, God knows best; 4272|And if the cup be hard to drain, 4272|I think my heart would find a way. 4272|Yet from my soul I'll never part 4272|For love, nor for what others give 4272|Nor yet for what I will not take: 4272|I'll trust, and that will not change. 4272|God help that men should think, if man 4272|Had but the heart within his breast, 4272|That we should love and wed aright, 4272|To give love to our Lady God, 4272|That the green-wood life might be. 4272|As when some young bird of the wood 4272|Is singing at the dawn's first gleam, 4272|Even so sung it, and with voice more sweet 4272|Rose in its song, yea, oft and oft, 4272|Over the flowers and through the breeze 4272|Till from the wood it streamed abroad 4272|Through all the springing grass and trees, 4272|And from the heath and fountain flew. 4272|It sang so sweet, for to our eyes 4272|It seemed a song of utter worth, 4272|Sung by a bird in some far vale 4272|Of many a summer-season fair, 4272|And when the nightingale had ceased 4272|From her sweet song, it seemed not strange 4272|That a full thousand ayes we had 4272|Went back, to the heart the same. 4272|And oft we think how often doth 4272|The spirit of a song endure 4272|Awhile, when it has brought sorrow home, 4272|And then return, as it had come, 4272|For to a place of rest repletieth. 4272|How many a change of scene and scene 4272|Is made, as men grow older here; 4272|The wood and flood seem one, e'en so 4272|As slowly the sweet song doth go, 4272|From flower-hued spring to sea of woe. 4272|But so it rather must be 4272|That we should love and reign with Him, 4272|Who, being man, is all our light, 4272|And all our joy and all our royal rest. 4272|And so I think we must love Him best, 4272|If we but seem to love Him well. 4272|This day was Christ's birthday: how the wind, that 4272|Bore off from us at a snail's pace, 4272|Blown the great cloud on his right hand! 4272|We looked up as we thought the world would never 4272|Be spared to take a look at him again: 4272|"Oh, the fog is growing thick," one cried, 4272|"All the ships are out on the sea: 4272|Only see what no man can do: 4272|All the ships must leave our harbour soon, 4272|With the laden lout behind them behind him. 4272|He's just in the old summer of his life, 4272|His heart's at rest in a golden time. 4272|God will have some joy ======================================== SAMPLE 12700 ======================================== 2130|'Tis the God's answer, all my hope is quail." 2130|Weep not, young men, for the loss of a friend, 2130|Nor weep that thou wilt weep for a friend of thine. 2130|Thou could'st have loved another, and still wouldst have loved: 2130|That love is a fleeting thing, and for ever lost. 2130|No! all thy sufferings as a slave have been light; 2130|Thy sun had set on the world, and the world's glare. 2130|That which thou didst and suffered,--if it has ceased, 2130|Then thou hast had thy bitter time of nine. 2130|When there's life in what thou didst is the same 2130|Under the dark with the night-breeze beating round; 2130|The earth-quakes are still at the spot where they came, 2130|And the stars still their fiery stations hold. 2130|When thou wer'st thou hadst then thy morning's joy, 2130|When thou hadst then thy morning-beaming mate, 2130|Thou couldst have died for thy country, and died, 2130|The pride of the nations, for thee a friend. 2130|It was good counsel, to lay down thy blade 2130|And to sit down as a man ought to do, 2130|And for one short hour to sit by thine side 2130|And tell tales of glory to thy little boy. 2130|And then, to tell songs, and have the time thy son, 2130|'Gainst his father to curse and rebuke thee loud. 2130|For 'twas a good counsel, and 'twas a good deed, 2130|O mother, how with thy work thou didst excel. 2130|'Twas a good deed, and will be a good example, 2130|When thou dost read on to-morrow, O mother dear. 2130|To-morrow the little one will have an illness, 2130|And her mother will wonder at such a change, 2130|And he would say, "Good Lord, how I wish I was dead!" 2130|He would have a catechism; and so he'd sing, 2130|And every muscle in his frame would stand clear. 2130|And for all his play, at school and abroad 2130|The Lord had made him well, and made him clear. 2130|Then he would be a Christian man in heire 2130|And teach his boyish spirits to believe 2130|He could be good, but could not be both good and true. 2130|Then he would be a Christian man in land, 2130|And teach his boyish spirit to be good. 2130|I love when thou dost teach my boy to think 2130|That he can be a Christian and a good 2130|And so be just, and good and true; but first 2130|Should I and mine be two in heart? No, no! 2130|The good God who judges all this earth 2130|Would bid us all repent of our crimes, 2130|And live again in righteousness and love. 2130|For Christ has wrought this; 'tis written ere man sinned. 2130|He who hath learned to live without hope 2130|Does not the work of God more know to do? 2130|Then let us live and do our earthly deeds 2130|And not forget that God is ever just. 2130|I love and am beloved by all 2130|Who are less conscious of his high estate. 2130|I am beloved by some, and even 2130|For my own loved ones, and among all 2130|His loved ones who are less in love with him. 2130|O thou, O mother of the youth of mine, 2130|Grant my heart not to be thus in love 2130|With all of their loves; for they are less 2130|In love with him than I am with thee. 2130|'O thou, and all that thou dost give me 2130|Let me keep and use it; but before 2130|We go beyond thee, let me know 2130|The love of the Godhead and the love 2130|Of him who made it; and this I pray:-- 2130|Shall we go on beyond the stars, beyond 2130|The stars, beyond the world, till we ======================================== SAMPLE 12710 ======================================== 19221|And, when they heard her sweet strain, 19221|From their dark prison-cells they shook 19221|As from thraldom;--and their woe 19221|Grew lighter as they gazed 19221|From yon vaulted roof sublime; 19221|And with transports unconfined 19221|Like the first rapt eye of light 19221|They soared to heaven again. 19221|So the bird and the bard agree, 19221|That what they have in heart or brain, 19221|It is more blessed than their own; 19221|And that which they have is but their own. 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England, 19221|That the widow shall bare 19221|Her bosom for her lord's offence. 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the bankrupt shall go blind 19221|With the blindness of his eye: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England. 19221|That the widow shall lose half her estate, 19221|And be taken from an uncle for hire:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the sick with hopes of health 19221|Shall be wound up with another's loss:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the poor shall have a little dish 19221|A day's labour for a pound, 19221|And the great, that have the triumphs, feign 19221|That they are poor because they have no shoes:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the rich man shall be led about 19221|For a trifle of bread and beer:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the beggar shall have a pair of clogs 19221|To bind up his grosser apparel: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the master shall be made to groan 19221|Because he has no money to pay:-- 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the labourer shall have a pound 19221|An hour for his pains an ounce, 19221|And the artisan shall have an inch 19221|For his daily care and labour: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England; 19221|That the peasant shall have no plough 19221|To sow, or to reap the corn: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That the master shall have a share 19221|In the raising, instead of ear 19221|Of wheat, of any common grain: 19221|'Tis a proverb elsewhere, 19221|But never a good one in England: 19221|That thy children all, in year, 19221|Shall be lords over thee: 19221|And that none shall be inferior 19221|To thine heirdom in the land: 19221|These things thought out in thought shall be 19221|In England in the years to be: 19221|These thoughts in my bosom do dwell 19221|Like friends, like neighbours in death; 19221|So live thou still, as I still die, 19221|And being dead be nothing worth,-- 19221|To think, were I king, thou would'st be 19221|The lord of all the earth again;-- 19221|Say, what can this thing be 19221|That this poor heart of mine must find 19221|So sore for love of thee? 19221|When this poor heart is sore, 19221|Sure death will ease it soon. 19221|Sad and sad is my love, 19221|That she must die, or I be king 19221|Of all the earth again;-- 19221|Say, what can this thing be 19221|That this poor heart of mine must find so sore 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 12720 ======================================== 16688|But he was never known to talk 16688|Of the dear things he could not make! 16688|And the children and his wife 16688|Were quite moved by the fond look 16688|He had shown them when asleep. 16688|At length they had come to see 16688|The lovely creature yet asleep. 16688|"Oh, mother," child and mother cried,-- 16688|"It is very nice to see 16688|The little bird in the wood, 16688|And sing so loud and clear. 16688|Oh, it is a very fine thing!" 16688|But little did either know 16688|That the birds within the tree 16688|Had just as little skill 16688|As little girls and boys! 16688|This was the third season since that May 16688|The bird had ceased to sing. 16688|And every morn and evening now 16688|Their sorrows wax; and still 16688|They find some cause to grieve and moan 16688|About the strange old wood 16688|They had loved so much to climb. 16688|And still they climb and ever climb, 16688|Until at last their hopes are spent, 16688|And they must part,--nor say farewell, 16688|With a long and heavy cry. 16688|But a child of ten years or so, 16688|Who loved his mother's song, 16688|Saw what was plain to all behold-- 16688|A little blackbird's nest. 16688|And as he looked on it and sighed, 16688|And fain would have broken it, 16688|And as he looked on it and sighed, 16688|He saw a bird's egg,-- 16688|The size of little children's hands, 16688|The whitest of whiteness! 16688|And then the bird came back again, 16688|With a bird's egg and a bird's soul, 16688|"Oh, my dear Annie, pray, 16688|If I can be such a good Christian child, 16688|And yet no one will believe, 16688|And since 'tis my faith,--and yours, my darlie,-- 16688|I'll do any thing I'm able; 16688|For it is said, if only you were dead, 16688|And I but thirty miles away; 16688|Then we would be together!" 16688|"'Twas the longest day that ever sun 16688|Stretched up from the sea; and the stars were seven, 16688|And a dozen other lights beside the moon 16688|That gave the world its beauty one by one, 16688|Then flung it wide;--oh! then they glittered so bright, 16688|I could not wait, so I said, "Away down, 16688|Out of his boiling bottom now." 16688|So the world was so wide. 16688|In the dim and misty air of night, 16688|I saw their shining pinions wave and roam, 16688|Shooting afar, a golden light, and then 16688|To and fro, with the rainbow, and all that;-- 16688|I saw their wings, and I know what they did, 16688|Seeing so far up, so far away! 16688|So, when I was old, and deaf, and blind, 16688|And in a foreign land, 16688|And in the heat of youth, and the light of life 16688|That lit it all above; 16688|I would sometimes see their wings and fly, 16688|And I would live again. 16688|And I will never seek to seek again 16688|Again on earth this flying world--and I 16688|Am still a child of the wood. 16688|I've lived since I was twenty, and now 16688|I am an old man! 16688|And I will live, though never for aye, 16688|The life of a child again; 16688|For I've seen it in the sunny light, 16688|And touched the eggs of the birds. 16688|In the summer when the skies are blue, 16688|And the winds sing, "Hum! hum! hum!" 16688|In the winter when the clouds fly down, 16688|And the snow is white on the ground; 16688|There is something so sweet in the ground, 16688|I ======================================== SAMPLE 12730 ======================================== 1280|He seemed to say: "No one shall say thee nay. 1280|I'll hear thee not"--so we were away. 1280|And we sailed southward all day until we came 1280|To the mouth of the Albatross, a small, 1280|Dark, winged, silent, little, ghostly creature, 1280|With two scaleless wings upon the sea-foam. 1280|It came into sight at the Albatross' port and grace; 1280|A little, shadow-like, little thing there floated. 1280|And we saw the red eyes of the Albatross 1280|Gleam like a ruby on a tawny-pale liddow. 1280|We were in land that night. 1280|And we stopped at Mechea,--a small, red, wherry. 1280|And there it waited. 1280|And we stood by the waves that night. 1280|And as we watched them and were watching them there 1280|We wondered what they were. 1280|And the very next day we sailed southward and came 1280|To the mouth of Cotton, and the waters of Alleghany. 1280|There we saw the Albatross was a beautiful little thing, 1280|And flitted in and out of view, 1280|A-stirruping, a-stirruping, a-doing nothing, 1280|With a scurry of fins and a dash of feathers. 1280|And the great black tide, overflowing the bay 1280|In a great big surge of sullen white, 1280|Went down into the harbor of Mechea. 1280|And the great black tide overflowed the harbor of Mechea 1280|And the great black waters ebbed and flowed 1280|In a great big surge of sullen white. 1280|And we had to settle for fishing for ourselves, 1280|For cotton and mutton in the river and on the shore. 1280|They called us "Gooly Doodles" and held us in thrall. 1280|When our cotton grew weary the great black flood 1280|Saw cotton and cotton and overflowed the harbor. 1280|Then we saw the sky was coming out in splinters of flame. 1280|And we saw it had to be cotton that made the difference. 1280|But we kept on fishing and fishing with all our might, 1280|And we never found cotton was the life of cotton. 1280|And we left the Albatross over the Albatross, 1280|Sunk southward where our ship lay wrecked 1280|In the darkness of the great black tide, 1280|And we sailed at dawn that afternoon 1280|Through the fog-smoke of the night. 1280|And we watched the starless heavens 1280|Afar--and the Mississippi, 1280|A crystal river that flowed 1280|In a path we knew-- 1280|The path of the angels. 1280|And we stopped at Fort Pillow,-- 1280|A lovely place,--some said, 1280|The fairest thing ever seen. 1280|And we watched the ships of war 1280|Coming and going. 1280|There in the darkness gray 1280|We found a prison cell. 1280|And the prison doors were latchless: 1280|The bars to let in air 1280|Were none to find--no bars at all. 1280|We sat beneath a tree 1280|And watched the sun go down. 1280|For the wind was a-twirling the leaves 1280|And blowing them away, 1280|And the moon was a-twirling the leaves 1280|And shedding them through the air, 1280|Like leaves of the autumn sky 1280|Into a peaceful lap of dew. 1280|And the wind-tinkles came 1280|Of a kettle-drum and a flute, 1280|And the tinkling of a tambourine; 1280|And it was sweet to listen to. 1280|It made our blood to glisten. 1280|And a breeze was blowing 1280|And it made a moaning sound 1280|As though the tree-tops, swaying, 1280|Swept over us, as though we sang 1280|Under the very eaves ======================================== SAMPLE 12740 ======================================== 1365|And they, of their former acquaintance 1365|Reflected as they talked together, 1365|And they smiled and whispered to each other, 1365|Speaking of their days together, 1365|In their gentle voices and easy tones. 1365|There was laughter and rustling and singing 1365|In the air that once had been a drum's drum, 1365|And the trees were singing to the music 1365|Boon as if it were the drum and fife; 1365|And old Nokomis, with her eye of blue, 1365|As she stood by the doorway of the wigwam, 1365|And listened to the singing and the dancing 1365|Of the youths and maidens fair and lovely, 1365|Seemed to hear and to mark each one of them 1365|As she danced in the open doorway; 1365|For each one of them had a figure 1365|Like to their own dark-haired mother, 1365|But unlike them all, for they all had features 1365|Fashioned like their father's figure. 1365|And the laughter rose and swelled about Nokomis, 1365|And the merry voices rose and murmured round her; 1365|For each bore a picture in his heart, 1365|As deeply entwined in his soul as if they 1365|Were among the people of their father's house. 1365|And the Maid of Beauty, as old Nokomis 1365|Sang to the youths and maidens of her household, 1365|Sang of the heroes and the feats of war, 1365|Filled the songs of all the youths and maidens, 1365|Filled the sunshine and the shadow with music, 1365|And the Maid of Beauty, the beautiful Water-Mother, 1365|Seeing all these things, began to sigh oftentimes, 1365|Sighed often and loudly in her sorrow, 1365|For she sometimes wished that she could hide away 1365|Ever those ancient, ghastly features, 1365|And as many pallid features, 1365|As the shadows of the oaks are on the meadows 1365|Ever nearer, larger, grayer than oaks. 1365|Thus she wept in the wigwam, thinking oft 1365|That her sorrowful mood was sign from on high 1365|That her lover, the Water-Hero, must look down, 1365|Must yet leave this life, and enter into another; 1365|Leaving her home and friends to mourn for her alone, 1365|With no hope of resurrection, 1365|And no means of comfort for her sorrowing. 1365|But the loving Mother sent before her 1365|Any little token that the hero lived; 1365|Any token that the Water-Mother knew 1365|How far removed was she from her own child, 1365|And from her only daughter, the Water-Nurse; 1365|And the token she brought from remote Omah, 1365|The home of Omah my people call, 1365|The only token that could move him to pity 1365|The hero of a hundred beaks and whiskers! 1365|"Not all the milk of women is delicious! 1365|Not all the butter is pleasing! 1365|Not all the oil of women is tender! 1365|Not all the meal of women is tender! 1365|Not all the wanderer's garment is soft as linen. 1365|Not all the wanderer's apparel is tender! 1365|Not all the wanderer's speech is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's story is merry! 1365|"Not all the wanderer's heart is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's heart is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's speech is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's lip is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's lip is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|"Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tale is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tongue is merry! 1365|Not all the wanderer's tongue is merry! 1365|"Not all the wanderer's company is merry! 1365|Not all the company is ======================================== SAMPLE 12750 ======================================== 1030|I know not where, but all my friends are at their vill; 1030|And the country dames are with him in his bed. 1030|They do not speak much English, and yet he is well dressed, 1030|And of this strange new kind of house where dwells the fair; 1030|They are a good deal, and so are the girls by his side, 1030|Yet he is much admired by many, I fear much, by me. 1030|It will do good to write to-morrow, but I must drop me, 1030|If that do not please you, and send my little son down 1030|To make his father and mother more happy next day; 1030|So that I may have the better luck, and that I may say, 1030|Of all our English folk the only men to love are we. 1030|When the bells of the convent tower began to peal, 1030|The lady of the tower (whose name is Jane) 1030|Bore to her chamber a goodly chest, 1030|For which the nuns did make her friar once sing. 1030|And thus she made the friar twice sing, 1030|And twice as loud, to the sweet bells gave she. 1030|The ladies and the dwarfs began when they should see 1030|That she would have the better friar, which they found, 1030|And they went up to her, and asked for them all 1030|To have them good and great while till he was dead; 1030|And thus she made them all her will to be there. 1030|So they put the friar in a good velvet boat, 1030|And she laid him on board, while the dwarfs went to fetch 1030|A little child, her daughter's, who had been born 1030|On a great day, that on the green-gables shone. 1030|'This child we will give her,' said the lady of the tower, 1030|'And we will have her for my daughter to have.' 1030|Then up she threw her girdle, and her friar's head, 1030|And so they brought this little girl before the day. 1030|And she kept him well till the convent bell rang week-day, 1030|And she bade the Lady of the Tower make him friar again. 1030|The day came when she must go away, and come back. 1030|And he cried out, 'You've made me sad, my lord, 1030|Because I must go away from her, 1030|And come back again to my lady, my lord, 1030|Who has been so willing to give me all the rest.' 1030|But the lady gave him some cakes and good wine, 1030|And the friar's head that she did have, 1030|Which she made ready as her good Lord had bade her, 1030|She put in his own with his sister's hand. 1030|Now when the last thing she said at the bell call, 1030|The Lady of Llewellyn coming in her haste, 1030|So that she had her friar's helm on - 1030|'Now by my faith, that's all you had for your love, 1030|I pray you do as I do,' quoth she, 1030|'Since all of you have willingly done 1030|To give this little lady 1030|A place with all your own. 1030|'Yea, I will give you all, that you ask for, 1030|My lady, if I may, I will, by my head; 1030|And by all others, that shall come after me, 1030|And in their time, if ever, I see the like. 1030|We'll make it fit, if they will but help me; 1030|And if they die, my son, I'll live with you.' 1030|Thus did she give him good wine and good meat, 1030|With bread and butter, for the friar to eat: 1030|She gave him his long fripperies, too, 1030|And the ladies made him welcome every day. 1030|But none could tell, for her wit was so sly, 1030|When they came back to her house, how he fared. 1030|The last thing she said to her husband when he was dead, 1030|Was that though his house had been ruined, 1030 ======================================== SAMPLE 12760 ======================================== 35188|Then with the knowledge and light of the world did I gather 35188|Through the glory of knowledge and light of truth. 35188|From that hour did I learn with utter joy 35188|To walk in truth's light. 35188|The sun came up in the early morning of December, 35188|It shone upon the river like a great bright sun. 35188|The clouds of the west, like the clouds of a storm, 35188|Came out of the sky like curtains drawn tight. 35188|And the light of the sun shone on us as we rose, 35188|But we never came down till we were up in the air. 35188|We never even came down until we had put 35188|About our necks the heavy skins of a ship 35188|With the sails all stretched out by the stern 35188|And were waiting for the signal. 35188|We never came down until the air was warm, 35188|And the waves were tossing up in the blue. 35188|We never came down till the dawn was late, 35188|And the trees were full of green leaves like swans. 35188|We never came down, and never a sign 35188|Or a single word 35188|Of any of those good fellows 35188|Whose blood was like to be stained. 35188|Then we dropped as we came upon a track 35188|And we said to each other, 35188|"He seems to know our home as well!" 35188|And we watched the tracks 35188|And the trackers 35188|Of our friend the "Green Leaf," 35188|For they took us down the trail 35188|And the trail that is most like to lead up to the sun. 35188|Now the old red lodge was in a slant, 35188|The sun was coming out, 35188|And the birds were all out out of the nest, 35188|But we slept through the day. 35188|The snow fell all around us when we lay 35188|And was more than afoot; 35188|Even the dogs slept when the lights were high 35188|But they slept like a pack in the snow. 35188|Yet the old house was safe as a rock, 35188|And the children slept sound. 35188|There was not a whisper 35188|Till the clock's peal 35188|Came from the door of the dining room wall 35188|And struck the midnight bell. 35188|Then out of the hall we came riding, 35188|Like a ship in the storm, 35188|And came to the door of our favorite room 35188|That was built out of the attic. 35188|To the corner where the door of doors, 35188|A sign in white letters, 35188|Gave the same message as the white letter, 35188|For we thought it was a beacon. 35188|And we knew it must be our room, 35188|The one we had always dreamed 35188|That we would come to when the clocks had been struck, 35188|And the little lantern lights on the walls 35188|Would have led us in. 35188|The snow lay on the window pane, 35188|And on all the floor, 35188|Like a ship on the ice like a troop 35188|Of snow. 35188|The old clock struck the hour, 35188|And the clock that struck the hour stopped 35188|And the light in the old clock's eye 35188|Grew dimmer than the light in our room 35188|In the morning when the snow fell down. 35188|And the snow lay on the window pane 35188|In the little room that used to be 35188|So cozy once. 35188|There were all sorts of soft snow flakes 35188|Where the old room on the floor was. 35188|And the old clock struck the hour, 35188|And the clock that struck the hour stopped 35188|And the clock in the old clock's eye 35188|Struck silent. 35188|The snow laid on the table cloth, 35188|And on the silver lamp, 35188|And on the door in front of the door, 35188|In the children's room, 35188|And on the floor under the snow flakes, 35188|And on the little lamps 35188|In the little dark places. 35188|The children all were asleep 35188| ======================================== SAMPLE 12770 ======================================== 19221|That, on the night of Christmas, all the heavenly host 19221|On methinks were lighting on the wing of love. 19221|O glorious star! O morning violet! 19221|That to my sight thy spirit like a greeting 19221|Dissolves, ere its presence be decayed!-- 19221|Thy presence here unvex'd and trembling! 19221|Like as a poet who, unaware, 19221|Doth with his song his mystic vision move, 19221|Whose thoughts still revolving with him seem 19221|As light as if they moved on the earth; 19221|So, by that hallow'd form of joy unaccounted, 19221|I seem to walk with these, once more in love! 19221|What sweet encamps! what cavalry squires! 19221|What mess-board stretched before them all! 19221|But wherefore break the ranks of slumber 19221|With songs that would have won the poppied rose? 19221|Would not the blissful valley drown 19221|With all its flowers, if song should come? 19221|The birds are silent in the bowers, 19221|The nightingales are mute and still; 19221|To break the stillness with a shout 19221|Would break the stillness from their deep repose. 19221|Would that the nightingales might die 19221|Each morning in their hundred hearts, 19221|The sweet birds to their hundred nests 19221|Would scatter, and the drooping night-fly, 19221|Which is their life-companion, flit 19221|From flower and blossom, as from one 19221|They turn their sad stooping eyes. 19221|The sick and widow'd waken soon 19221|To feel the breath of the full-blown gale; 19221|And, wearied with their sluggard's rest, 19221|Would steal forth into the wake of night, 19221|Breathe on the sun their weary prayers, 19221|And bid the troubled world good-morrow. 19221|The moon is up; but art thou languid 19221|And weary at the starless hour? 19221|If such thy cheer, such slumber guides 19221|Thy steps, that slumber sinks in light. 19221|Then wake; rise up; come forth and flee 19221|The scenes of doleful dream and death; 19221|Where withers, and where sods, and rocks, 19221|And wasting seas, and circling moons, 19221|Obscured alike in their dread prints! 19221|To them, o'er moor and desert bare, 19221|The lone wanderer seeks his home. 19221|Thou wert alive when she was dead 19221|Whom, on her tombstone looking, she 19221|Pressed to her breast with loving lore; 19221|And when she heard the angel's lay, 19221|Her lips, with more than mystic art, 19221|Gave breath to the Song of Death that spoke. 19221|What though thy song be still in tune? 19221|'Tis hard and failing--sad and strong. 19221|'Tis but the pulse of that wild thing, 19221|The sorrow, that hath tottered down. 19221|"Thou hast been happy," he thus began, 19221|"And now thou art sad, nor canst rejoice; 19221|"Thou hast been silent," he replied, 19221|"And now thou art broken-hearted; 19221|"Thou watchest, and hast nigh lost thy wits, 19221|"And now rejoicest--all that thou canst, 19221|"Or what thou canst, is cause enough 19221|For solemn penance and despair!" 19221|"Thou knowest it--Thou knowest sooth, Lord Christ!-- 19221|"'Tis right," quoth he, "'twere well with us, 19221|"That we who fain would quicken Thee, 19221|"In silence weep and still our fire, 19221|"Till all our wickedness we see 19221|"Bright in Thee for ruin and for fall!" 19221|We were all drunk with Life that night; 19221|Drunk as we ran along the blind 19221|Where Death had made the blind steep: 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 12780 ======================================== 38520|The sky. 38520|They came, O sweet! with their sweet voices, 38520|They came in the moonlight, O gentle snow; 38520|But the winds had other plans for them 38520|And they fled;--the world and all its joys 38520|Were dark, and cold, and grim, O bitter wind! 38520|Where is her maiden heart, she wakened with the morning? 38520|And where is the child 38520|Made merry under heaven, 38520|That's fair, and fair, and fair? 38520|The world is cold and drear, O wind, 38520|Though the night be still as the night of the world 38520|And the dawn, of all things rare and bright, be still; 38520|But, O child, arise! 38520|With a little star in thy mirth! 38520|Sings on the day of the Lord's purification.--_Mild sunniness._ 38520|"Come from the morning-morn, 38520|And wake me to the song, 38520|When the wild birds sang of their master 38520|And he heard nothing but the call of the rain. 38520|Come from the morning-morn, 38520|And lull to the wild birds' song, 38520|That rang from the trees above, 38520|Of their master, when the clouds, in the sky, 38520|Gave a signal of a great glad word." 38520|"O, sweetly the birds sang for a sign, 38520|The glad words went past, and the earth was so glad on earth, 38520|That the birds so proudly cried from tree to tree, 38520|All the world with a happy music answered, as they sang, 38520|"We are masters, and Master of masters, 38520|And he is our Master now; 38520|We may not escape, 38520|For we have taken the sign; 38520|For a sign is a life-breath; 38520|But the bird on the tree-top, his head bare of its crest, 38520|Is a sign of our Lord, 38520|Not He, not He. 38520|And his heart has the broken ring, 38520|And her heart hath the broken ring, 38520|Of the soul within her lost; 38520|And the soul within her lost, 38520|Is the world's soul, now 38520|As it is now: 38520|But the soul within her lost, 38520|Is the world's soul now." 38520|"O bird of the tree, 38520|You sang a good bold song, 38520|But God is a kind and loving King; 38520|He gave you the sign, an' when the world's cry went round 38520|I heard a sound like the sound of wailing, I heard a moan; 38520|A murmur like a sigh, a whisper like a ghost, 38520|A light like a little star, a song like a lark. 38520|O bird of the tree, 38520|Sing on, sing on, 38520|For the soul of the world is His, the Master of Life; 38520|He took you the sign, an' His love made the world to be." 38520|"O bird of the tree, 38520|Sing on, sing on, 38520|For the world is all that you have, all that it meant: 38520|We've but to go look for the Master of the whole, 38520|Who has taken the sign, an' the world's gone blind with His love." 38520|"O bird of the tree, 38520|Sing on, sing on, 38520|For the Lord is all within, the whole, and all without: 38520|There is work for the little and the great an' little who need, 38520|An' to think or to dream the rest will never come true, 38520|But sing on, sing on, in the Master's name we sing; 38520|All things that we love, all that we fear, all that incline 38520|To good or evil, to ill or well, the very threads 38520|Of all the universe must run God's song,-- 38520|We cannot escape from His, we must obey." 38520|O, how the words came crashing about his ear! 38520|For, ======================================== SAMPLE 12790 ======================================== 1365|Is the mother of that ancient town 1365|That lies where the old church-pines are spread 1365|In rings all round its ancient wall; 1365|And there the cuckoo sings, and the bird 1365|Of the forest sings from the nest. 1365|It is the cuckoo! The night is gone, 1365|And in the silent, misty night, 1365|As by the cuckoo's melancholy note 1365|The maiden wakes. 1365|The morning comes in gray and dull, 1365|It is strange, but not out of season, 1365|For in her room the sun is bright, 1365|And over all the old church-pines, 1365|The cuckoo's; 1365|It is the cuckoo's song; her cheek 1365|Lies stiff to the window as a stone, 1365|With the first blush of the morning dusted 1365|On her golden hair. 1365|She leans against it as she sits, 1365|And the light on her face is pale; 1365|And her eyes that looked so calmly down 1365|Are troubled with a tremulousness, 1365|As though they scanned 1365|Far off on the window's crimson arc 1365|Some sign of home, some warning sign 1365|Of danger or of danger near. 1365|All things have meaning to her now! 1365|A light upon her flushed cheek, 1365|A word upon her maiden mouth, 1365|A look on her face! 1365|For no word unto her hand is lent; 1365|A look but all as bright and cold 1365|As her own countenance, 1365|Is looking from a casement high, 1365|Into the morning's dew and cloud, 1365|Into her own eyes! 1365|A pause, a stir of passion in her; 1365|And suddenly suddenly 1365|The castle-hall is empty made; 1365|The windows with the casements; 1365|The hall is void. 1365|The maids are still with their long day's play 1365|Of laughing and of laughing; 1365|The maids with their laughing and laughing, 1365|For there is silence in the land. 1365|One thing there is in all my love for you 1365|Which can be said with more than words, 1365|Although I know not what it is: 1365|It is that I would be your life and death 1365|If you were less as you were once. 1365|For what is life, when there is no life 1365|Except the life of others? 1365|What is death, when there is no death 1365|Except the death of others? 1365|Nay, nay, nay, and your fair face is hid 1365|By the candlelight in the parlour; 1365|I see in your eyes a vision grand, 1365|And you shall be my wife some day. 1365|There is a road of roses 1365|From your white mouth to the place 1365|Where it opens in the west, 1365|Where the old chapel-towers were; 1365|The red rose in the churchyard, 1365|The red rose in the park, 1365|And the red rose on the hill. 1365|There are rueful shadows 1365|Of the old cathedral-cloister, 1365|And distant voices. They tell me 1365|Of a ghost of memory, 1365|That is always on the walk, 1365|In the old garden-grounds; 1365|And they whisper to me, "O dear, 1365|'T is a phantom of some woman, 1365|That goes haunting through the house; 1365|'T is a ghost of some woman 1365|Whose hands, that are still and black, 1365|In the gloom touch the light." 1365|The first song I knew was 1365|When upon my morning prayer 1365|I said, "God will give me 1365|Familiar things and places, 1365|I hope he will give me 1365|This, the broad meadow-land." 1365|The second came in childhood, 1365|When for a time apart 1365|We walked the hill ======================================== SAMPLE 12800 ======================================== 42058|And thus I sing. 42058|"When on the green grass' edge the sheep are laid 42058|And all the flock have fed and gone to rest, 42058|Who will bring her to me 42058|With the old cheer and welcome-- 42058|The smile from eyes that I shall see 42058|When I come near-- 42058|The hand that was wet with her own tears, 42058|And a heart where sorrow once was warm-- 42058|Oh, she will come-- 42058|Bring it!" 42058|When on my left the lonely stars arise, 42058|And in the north the winter comes at last, 42058|And all the world is shrouded in white, 42058|And I must go afar 42058|To bear the cry of lonely stars 42058|And lonely winds, 42058|And, under their frown, to hear the cry 42058|Of winds that drift and sigh for evermore, 42058|Who will be there to greet me, O lonely wight, 42058|O lone! 42058|Who will, when day shall bid good-bye, 42058|And I have laid me down to lie to rest, 42058|With eyes that still may beat, 42058|With arms that still may be strong, 42058|With heart that still may be satisfied, 42058|O lone! 42058|Who will unclose the doors of thy farewell 42058|And let me win thee, when thou art so near, 42058|Into my life and take away thy fear-- 42058|Who will find room in this heart for love's return, 42058|Who let thy griefs be laid, 42058|Who will fill the empty home again, 42058|And give thy friends a place at thy command, 42058|O lone! 42058|Who will not be too weary for thy play, 42058|Who will not go off laden with thy pain, 42058|Who will not go on till thy work is done, 42058|O lone! 42058|O solitary woman of the wood, 42058|Why do I cry aloud about thy door? 42058|Why do I greet thee in the lonely night, 42058|O solitary woman of the wood? 42058|I know thou art not far from my abode, 42058|I know thou art in my sight when day doth cease, 42058|I know thou art at rest in this my hold, 42058|O solitary woman of the wood. 42058|Thou art at rest and safe in this my hold, 42058|I cannot say thee nay, 42058|I will not wish thee to despair, 42058|I will not ask thee now unweildy lies; 42058|Nor will I let thee go! 42058|Thou art too dear to me for selling or giving, 42058|Thou art too dear to me and mine to sell, 42058|For what thou art, the greater part I sell; 42058|But thou, though worth thy keeping, wilt not depart! 42058|O solitary woman of the wood, 42058|If I could paint thee, what a fairy wouldst thou be; 42058|What a love-proprizied creature wouldst thou be 42058|To give such an image as thou art. 42058|Thou art in most cruel part, I think, 42058|Who art so fair, and yet so woman-like; 42058|Thou art not made to be 42058|The bounden thing that woman is, 42058|But made to love, not fear, its whole range; 42058|Love all, but love in love's exceeding way: 42058|Love with a loving art, 42058|Which thou art, O Woman! to be loved. 42058|Farewell, for the last time, thy dear self! 42058|My last, last look, and farewell also! 42058|She said farewell. And the leaves fell, 42058|Leaves soft and white, 42058|Leaves falling thick and fast to the ground. 42058|She said farewell, for the day was done. 42058|The light came creeping slowly up the sky; 42058|The evening-star glittered, like a ruby fine; 42058|And the woods were still together as one, 42058|Silent as among them. 42058|I could hear her step. And her ======================================== SAMPLE 12810 ======================================== 2619|With him it was not so. 2619|I did not think to look;--I was so wise 2619|I walked right in, and saw what I desired. 2619|But now the lady's looking over her books 2619|And laughing, as if she had no fear, 2619|"_The young heart's wings! the young heart's wings! 2619|And that in heaven it was right so_,-- 2619|"It is a sin to look on women this way, 2619|But here the men are so good and so noble, 2619|To look so at women is an evil sin." 2619|Then all at once a voice within my head 2619|Came singing, "Oh! 'twas the Lord, Lord," I said. 2619|Who came from Paradise? The Lord was here. 2619|So I knew the things I never could see 2619|Were sweet and pleasant, though I never saw. 2619|In truth I did not know I was a man 2619|Until a woman's voice called me by it, 2619|"And he's the husband of your beautiful friend." 2619|You call me your friend, and I do say you are, 2619|Even now I kiss you, and tell you to be, 2619|But in my heart does God not take my part 2619|With all the strength a loving wife can give? 2619|Yes, I am the wife of God,--my wife is I! 2619|I have the strength a woman's love to take, 2619|And all my heart is in your hand, all mine! 2619|Now I am your wife, and you are our friend. 2619|But I know in my heart God's will for you; 2619|I know you would do what is right to me 2619|With what my eyes could see, and all my heart. 2619|If I should do it--I do not know how. 2619|For you would do good, and I am afraid. 2619|But if you would do it, your heart is true; 2619|It is the heart that beats--me, not them all. 2619|If I should do it, it would come from you 2619|Not to me, but to the man that asked it; 2619|And he would think his work was done when found, 2619|And take back what you gave him at his best; 2619|Then he would wonder, would the head that bowed 2619|Would bow so, I could not see his sin; 2619|And I--I'd wonder how to bear it more, 2619|Since they had told me the thing I could not tell. 2619|I can't hear His voice who speaks from on high, 2619|I can't see His eyes who weighs my every thought; 2619|Only my soul, which in the heavens stands 2619|And feels His hand upon it. But I am your wife! 2619|In my soul you are all happy and I am he: 2619|I am your wife, though still my husband is ye: 2619|I am all the strength a loving husband takes, 2619|My friend among wise men, and my judge-- 2619|Be mine the things that seem good and His will. 2619|My head is heavy for his weary head; 2619|My heart is heavy for his heavy heart; 2619|Mine eyes for his dim prayer-silence break-- 2619|Mine eyes to His great mystery seem-- 2619|Mine ears for ever, but his ears still, 2619|Who knows--perhaps--what I do not know. 2619|I do not know that my soul is tired yet 2619|Of the sweet love his words have made for me; 2619|I do not know I loved Him enough, 2619|To give Him so, till it was time for sleep. 2619|I love him most whom His soul knows best, 2619|And loves Him most who was most willing to give 2619|His life for my comfort in His sleep. 2619|This is His treasure, and as I hold 2619|It, so shall He hold it--my dear Lord: 2619|When sleep hath come, I shall lie at his feet; 2619|And he shall kneel and kiss my cheek and lips, 2619|And fold me gently, and close my eyes; 2619|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 12820 ======================================== 25340|The fates are ready for your toil; 25340|From day to day the waves advance 25340|Around your shores: not many lives 25340|Can live or prosper in your land, 25340|Yet the whole world is as a coast 25340|Which the wild billows stretch o'er, and seek to swell; 25340|While the brave North-Norman is free."] 25340|"_When all the winds of heaven their tribute bear, 25340|And all the floods of heaven remain:_ 25340|_From the dark sea to the bright ocean's plain 25340|From ocean's surface to the gulf below,_ 25340|_There shall the waves make music--there shall they sing-- 25340|For man cannot find the heaven alone._" 25340|"Let us, all ye who in aught commend 25340|Your good selves to me, but chiefly speak: 25340|Not with the cold eloquence of lies, 25340|"That lull to Absence the weary nights, 25340|Or with the noise of passion soft deny 25340|Reverence and love:--For these, and for this thing, 25340|The word is Heaven:" thus to me I said; 25340|"And I, who am to Heaven the foremost man, 25340|And love, the first of things I contemplate, 25340|And think the first among my desires-- 25340|Say, are your visions but the flowers of ease, 25340|Your fancies but the flowers of ease, my own? 25340|Is there no thought of thee in all the years 25340|Which we, who live here, for thee should ask? 25340|No prayer for what thou art of worth, I ween, 25340|To show us thou art happy and sublime? 25340|No memory which can show thee of a star, 25340|Save this we have of thee: to live in space, 25340|Unseen of death, our course, and be forgot 25340|Of all the stars of earth--this we have had;-- 25340|All which the earth itself may not defend: 25340|--These, these we have enjoyed:--But come to me. 25340|"For what is here that hath not been experienced? 25340|Not the loud sounds, the scenes of battle; 25340|Not all the clouds that wander o'er the skies. 25340|Not the high hills, nor mists on mountain peaks; 25340|Not all the flowers that hang upon the rills, 25340|Nor the fair forms on the green fields and hills. 25340|--These have thou seen, and all these things have been. 25340|--Ah, was it thus to be,--were there more! 25340|--Now for the future:--where the wide-spread sea 25340|Lies in its deep and broadest measure, 25340|And for no narrow bar the boundless seas, 25340|--All this, as 't were, is, now we might behold,-- 25340|--This is the field wherein the fairies lured me; 25340|"For all that is to come, and for the past, 25340|Is all that was and is to be to be; 25340|And though the same fair face from age to age, 25340|And age to age, and all that age apart 25340|Is ever fair and fair, and ever young, 25340|Yet these, and all this glory may be ours, 25340|--Thou seest when the curtain falls, and thou wilt hear:-- 25340|From thee, my Friend, and from thee all this world 25340|Deeds ill, not right; and thou, my Friend, dost gird 25340|And chain in death the memory of its crimes.-- 25340|"Thou, with the stars, hast fashioned a wondrous bound: 25340|But wherefore so small?--No life is ours but thine. 25340|--Ah, might the Earth's great heart, that lies beneath, 25340|With every human life, as its portion stand! 25340|--The earth, the earth, my friend, might be in thrall. 25340|--This world, my friend, might be in thrall. 25340|"If on the earth, from age to age, the same, 25340|That same, which in this world the goodman made-- 25340| ======================================== SAMPLE 12830 ======================================== 3228|The day is late and night is fled, 3228|And the morning-glory leaves are still, 3228|And the soft air is balmy and fair; 3228|From over the meadows in line; 3228|For the day is over and gone; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line 3228|And greet your sweethearts in line 3228|Where the morning-glory blossoms stand. 3228|For the day is over and gone; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line 3228|And greet your sweethearts through line; 3228|For the day is over and gone; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line 3228|Where your sweethearts meet their dear ones! 3228|And the morning is over and gone 3228|When the bells ring out in the land where it all began. 3228|And the morning is o'er and gone, 3228|When the bells ring out in the land where it all was. 3228|For the morning brings wailing and not to-morrow, 3228|To-morrow brings sorrow and not to-day; 3228|Come out on the meadows in line, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line, 3228|Where the morning is all but over and gone; 3228|Come out, come out on the mountains! 3228|Come out, or be like the morning-glory bloom, 3228|Spreading its buds to cool the air; 3228|And the tender hearts of maidens you shall meet 3228|Who love you now because you're gone. 3228|Come out on the meadows in line, 3228|Come out, or be like the springtime,--too late! 3228|With its sweet fragrance never to die! 3228|And the eyes of young lads your love shall meet, 3228|While the tears of lovers they weep. 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|When we meet that night when the battle is fought, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|With the morning over all and the battle fled, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|With the morning, the rose, and the white rose leaf, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|With the morning over all, and the battle fought, 3228|Come out on the meadows in line! 3228|I met a maiden on a summer night, 3228|A moonlit, moonstruck summer night; 3228|She was alone, for never friend was nigh, 3228|And none to cheer her through the dark; 3228|And she stood upon the edge of a steep hill, 3228|And I gave heed to the stars' slow flight. 3228|The earth was full of peace and rest, 3228|And filled my heart with grateful cheer; 3228|My heart was glad, because the world was good, 3228|And there was light in all the sky. 3228|Oh dear my friend, the world is little worth, 3228|With all its flowers and beauty bright; 3228|And then there comes the hour when life will be 3228|And sorrow's night is near to me. 3228|Then what care I for the world beside; 3228|With rest I shall be rich and wise: 3228|For I shall sit at ease upon my chair, 3228|And dream that all the world for me. 3228|Ah me, the world is big, and full of pain, 3228|And full of many cares and fears; 3228|With its grandeur, and power, and gladness large, 3228|It never seemed worth while to be; 3228|Till, all at once, I heard its sound and roar, 3228|And to a startled heart was brought 3228|The cry and name of many a lonely sea, 3228|Who had perished by the shores they knew. 3228|Ah, dear to me these lonely lands are known 3228|By sounds of strife and dreams of fame, 3228|By names long dead, and memories of pain 3228|And fears which I must now forget. 3228|But, dear, the life I know is not of earth, 3228|And cannot live where men live ill. 3228|And so I'll give my ======================================== SAMPLE 12840 ======================================== 25153|"All hail, to thee!"--not such as the 25153|"Bacchus!" said the soldier. 25153|Hark! he speaks, and the tumult of 25153|Bears them back with him to his tent. 25153|In the darkness, the darkness, he hears 25153|The voices of these soldiers; 25153|Crying over the camp-fire, "Death to 25153|the foe!" and the battle-cry. 25153|Hark! he speaks, and the sound has returned 25153|To his tent; and he hears men's voices, 25153|And shouts, and cries for him from the camp-hounds: 25153|"Death to the enemy," and the 25153|battle-cry! 25153|The dark night was over and gone, 25153|And the sun was shining brightly, too, 25153|And the birds from over the hills, 25153|Like flakes of foam, started, 25153|And the mountains stood up and sang, 25153|As they heard the battle-cry. 25153|"All hail, to thee!"--not such as the 25153|"Bacchus!" said the soldier. 25153|And while we were singing and telling 25153|The news we heard from the camp-fire, 25153|The Captain of the New-England 25153|Commands us: "Halt! Sit down or I'll 25153|Put a finger-nail to your 25153|Eyes!" 25153|But we heard the news in our tents, 25153|And from distant mountains and seas, 25153|And saw the battle-difference; 25153|Why, not to name it, you see, 25153|Would ruin our little group. 25153|We heard the shouts of victory, 25153|We heard the "Soldiers, Advance!" 25153|And the "Colonel" shouting "Yes!" 25153|While one upbraideth us loudest 25153|Of his children who fight longest 25153|For their country the best. 25153|"Oh boy!" he exclaims, "your father, 25153|Your leader, your comrade, is dead! 25153|Your mother's gone, who was so kind, 25153|Left you to be our cheer. 25153|Your little sister, Mary Ann, 25153|She carried you from the fight, 25153|And bore you at last to this 25153|Red-brick hall, all unwashed and clean, 25153|And hid you so from harms." 25153|Oh, bitter tears bedewed his cheeks, 25153|And all his body burned and bared! 25153|His heart burst into a flame, 25153|As his poor soul lookt for his bride, 25153|In such disgrace and sorrow. 25153|Then, in the midst of sorrow, 25153|There came a day full soon, 25153|When all his old comrades 25153|Went back to their camps again. 25153|But we remember the night-quiet, 25153|Nor could the sun be bright, 25153|And this memory brighteth 25153|Evermore in our souls. 25153|O ye! that sing in Canada, 25153|(Though far from "the clime which gave him," 25153|"His native soil," the hero's 25153|Mysteries in a land of "hue and 25153|When I speak of our own rivers, 25153|And of their "elyrical ditties" 25153|On whose sands these "snowy chaplets" 25153|But sometimes bloomed once and falleth, 25153|When in his glory every 25153|Heavenly song had ceased to be; 25153|Oh, say if his bright future 25153|Called you and your offspring to the waters 25153|Of your lovely Isle of Delf?" 25153|"I have not heard," he said; "but they were 25153|Never in all my life-time, 25153|Not in the winter, not in the summer, 25153|Not when the wind was blowing! 25153|Never from my own farm-house, 25153|Never through the country way, 25153|But over the sea, to the Islands 25153|Of that old Land of Fountains 25153|Where the Pines and aspens ======================================== SAMPLE 12850 ======================================== 2428|The spirit of her own good times, her first smile; 2428|And the bright eyes and bright hair of that gay state, 2428|That gave you all the lightness, strength, and smart; 2428|If this be all, to you I leave the right-- 2428|And Heaven defend that beauty in my song! 2428|In one hour's space, God help such a wrong to live! 2428|A thousand years are fast flying! see, 2428|The fable's name is on her brow; 2428|She seems still working, still undoing, 2428|And yet she soon will die; 2428|Till Time makes all her schemes depart, 2428|And bids her passing clouds depart, 2428|When, in this leafy paradise, 2428|How happy is the child, that shows 2428|Its early leafy prime! 2428|The day begins to dapple on the plain; 2428|In yonder lane the children play; 2428|And, from my window, here I stand, 2428|To watch the gay, impudent hours: 2428|When from yon lane-far mountain's brow 2428|I see, with equal rays, your face; 2428|Which, seen in morning light, more bright 2428|Excels the skies; my fancy courts, 2428|And fills my heart, with eager hunt, 2428|And full desire of you, each hour. 2428|I hear her footfall on the grass: 2428|A low, domestic voice; my bed; 2428|In a low step, and down low fall 2428|Those thoughts which now my brain employ, 2428|And now with what delight they feed! 2428|And all at once the thought succeeds, 2428|"The fountains of your fountain flow!" 2428|Her arm--her hand--she stoops in thought, 2428|And, as I rise, she turns to me, 2428|Her eyes cast on my face, and smile. 2428|Her form, I know, shall suit the place, 2428|To form the hero of my lays, 2428|And all the graceful courtesy, 2428|Which, from her charms, shall win the eyes: 2428|So when the nymph is in my dream, 2428|I take her in mine arms, and send 2428|Her to her sleep by yonder springs; 2428|There with the sleepers shall she sleep, 2428|And rest, when time shall bring her home, 2428|Such rest as heroes never give. 2428|But let my Muse, her fingers poor, 2428|The fluttering strings of her soft lyre, 2428|And her soft-swelling locks, and eyes 2428|Clear-folded from all filth, and blest 2428|With one pure eye, confess their joy; 2428|And have these songs for ever been 2428|To her alone who left her place, 2428|The joys to her and not to me. 2428|And that sweet maid, so dear withal, 2428|As heaven to mortals and demesne, 2428|May love the music, and believe 2428|The tones that thrill, and not the theme: 2428|And, having known this hero's fame, 2428|May fancy him as I do now, 2428|An equal man, though both are free, 2428|And both may sing, though one be less 2428|In speech, in love, in grace, in mind: 2428|And her may sing who never dar'd 2428|The humblest vows before! 2428|"And he (she said) was once your friend, you know, 2428|A friend of mine, and your dearest brother, too? 2428|In your young years you often rode 2428|With me to church, and so, I think, once heard 2428|Some verses, that proved your ambition 2428|And the reason of your being here. 2428|"How true, and beautiful, and true it was, 2428|As you were so moved to write it out, 2428|For you in verse have never been 2428|A prouder or a clearer mind. 2428|And still it was among your friends, and still 2428|I like it, as a good old anthem, 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 12860 ======================================== A bird flew and was gone, 1365|And still the people of the village 1365|In the still night had no light. 1365|And as the sky grew dark and deeper, 1365|They in the house ere long were found 1365|All in their bedchambers dying, 1365|Folk of the forest born. 1365|Ah! well they slept and dream'd by night; 1365|But the next sunbeam came to light 1365|The chamber of poor Mormecke, 1365|And he said to the dead comrades, 1365|"Who's to blame for this your sorrow?" 1365|Seeking his bed he woke not long, 1365|But in his chamber found them sleeping, 1365|And he said to the dead comrades, 1365|"Who are you, and why are ye here?" 1365|All said they had been slumbering 1365|Under the turf in the village, 1365|And the cold had filled them full, 1365|But a raven cried, and smote them 1365|In the head and the forehead: 1365|"Who are ye, and why are ye here?" 1365|And all fell silent and pale, 1365|And none spoke a word. 1365|Then broke in the village inn, 1365|Rose the Saxon's King, 1365|And he answered, with voice of thunder, 1365|"Awake, awake! 1365|For this night, I trow, has come 1365|With tidings of battle to this 1365|Earthen wall!" 1365|And the roofs and the waggons shook 1365|Till the earth resounded, 1365|As he swore in an angry tone, 1365|In the midst of his rage 1365|Shall his people be slain, 1365|And ye be left to wail alone 1365|Under the earth?" 1365|And the dead were aroused at the sound; 1365|And from the chamber the women 1365|Rang aloud, 1365|"God! why dost thou break us so, 1365|God!--why dost thou slay us so? 1365|O, say, for thine arms to us 1365|Death, thou mightest have slain!" 1365|Then said the angry King, 1365|To the Lady Mary-Capital: 1365|"Foolish were the women 1365|In your bosom nursed! 1365|They were patient and cruel, 1365|Never would they leave ye!" 1365|And a flame leapt up in the women, 1365|Like the sudden leap of the flame 1365|In a wafer when the bees suck. 1365|Then the women spoke again 1365|In a tempestuous tone, 1365|"God pity us sinners!" 1365|And a curse from the women 1365|Like a curse from a bell. 1365|When the people heard, in all the villages 1365|Shouted and laughed aloud; 1365|Heard the curse, and the shout of relief, 1365|And the curse, and the wail of woe. 1365|All the earth was stirred, 1365|All the heaven was stirred; 1365|All the waters made answer, "God is not lost!" 1365|The hills and the woods became stirred, 1365|The sea, the air, the firmament 1365|Was stirred, until the whole creation 1365|In that commotion was in motion. 1365|The stars, the plants, the bags of grass, 1365|The fish, the bird, the beast, the forest, 1365|The earth, the air, the flood, the mine,-- 1365|Waxed, and waned, and mixed, and moved, 1365|For the first time, one with nature. 1365|What is it that we know by heart? 1365|A child may know the stars, and say, 1365|"There are great and small." 1365|But when the child is grown to man's estate, 1365|And speaks as an adult, he grows 1365|To know the clouds, and the winds, and the moon, 1365|And the sun, and the tides. 1365|He knows what earth was made for, and fashioned 1365|Withal for man to walk on; 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 12870 ======================================== 5185|He to the distant forest came, 5185|Wandered one day and then a second, 5185|On the third from morn till even; 5185|Could not sleep, but all night long 5185|Went and sought for food and raiment, 5185|Found them in the fields and forests, 5185|In the distant, sleeping regions, 5185|In the homes of men and maidens; 5185|Tore the cedars from the mountains, 5185|Dashed the sand from off the heather, 5185|From the hills had mountains rifted, 5185|Heaped them on the heath and heather, 5185|Made them deep beneath the heathlands. 5185|When the hearty food had reached him, 5185|Sharp his axe be felled his axes, 5185|Heaved them high in air along with him; 5185|Then these words the hero uttered: 5185|"Thou hast well fed thine eye has seenores, 5185|Well I fed mine eye has seenores, 5185|Now I need thy knife be useful, 5185|Use it sometimes in the fight-fields, 5185|Use it in the long-tried robbery." 5185|Thereupon the young man left him, 5185|Came, and sat beneath the pine-trees, 5185|On the borders of the oat-looms, 5185|Near the murder-house and forest, 5185|Looked with hatred in his lookura: 5185|"Vae in peto peto, molto vede, 5185|In my wigwam now I lie supine, 5185|In your mansion, Kalevala!" 5185|Knew not where Lylikki was dwelling, 5185|Could not understand his being, 5185|Could not pass Vaeinaemoeinen's windows, 5185|As the boy was writing, singing, 5185|Longing to do him evil service. 5185|Then did Pau-Puk-Keewis wake him, 5185|Ay, the most cunning of magicians, 5185|Took the young Likki for his servant, 5185|Lead him from his father's mansion, 5185|From within his father's lowing. 5185|Then the daring Pau-Puk-Keewis 5185|Thought of new and daring ways, 5185|Thought of perilous transport, spoke these words: 5185|"Escort to the ferry at nightfall, 5185|That my father and myself may pass 5185|O'er the ferry, Vaeinoe-river, 5185|In the pleasant season, happy ferry." 5185|This is Vaeinaemoeinen's answer: 5185|"If thou write not for my pleasure, 5185|Should not write for me thy wishes, 5185|Then shall daring Pau-Puk-Keewis 5185|Fearfully attempt the journey, 5185|Fearfully approach the ferry." 5185|Thereupon the youth dictated, 5185|These the words of Vaeinaemoeinen: 5185|"Let the vessel come at nightfall, 5185|Let the crew be able-bodied; 5185|This shall do for Vaeinaemoeinen, 5185|For the potter, my good suitor." 5185|All the crew were skilled in fishing, 5185|Seamen from every tribe were gathered, 5185|Came the crew of Vaeinaemoeinen 5185|To the ferry at the sunrise, lighting. 5185|With the crew was Vaeinaemoeinen, 5185|Quick the vessel came at evening, 5185|Appeared the crew assembled. 5185|Upon the deck the heroes 5185|Sat the captains, kept their watchfires, 5185|Looking o'er their waif-orphans, 5185|Locked the doves and dovesaws tightly, 5185|Carefully that ferry-company 5185|Passed on through greenwood forests, 5185|Did not pass through grazing fenlands; 5185|Thus they watched the ferry-morasses, 5185|Thus contemplate the water-boat 5185|Passage through the waters pink-tinted. 5185|As they viewed the water-borders, 5185|Shook the deck as they constitutively ======================================== SAMPLE 12880 ======================================== 1287|For ever by her side; 1287|What more she had I ne'er had seen, 1287|Though I were there before. 1287|Then the youth I see before me, there 1287|To my astonishment 1287|Is seated by his lovely maid, 1287|And the thought I cherish'd in my mind, 1287|As with haste I came to meet her, 1287|Now must I not forget! 1287|For we have just passed in joy, 1287|The river's tranquil flow, 1287|And to this place, whene'er I sigh, 1287|I think I'll turn me home! 1287|Thou art, in essence, my soul! 1287|It is not, I confess 1287|But in the present I behold thee 1287|Whose blissful aspect 1287|Makes me entranced to gaze on thee! 1287|My life is like the mist,-- 1287|A dream of pure delight, 1287|A glimmering ray of light, 1287|The essence of thy light-- 1287|My heart is like a tower 1287|Of stone upon the air, 1287|With crystal walls encompassed round,-- 1287|How can I ever claim 1287|A deeper, loftier life, 1287|To my own heart is given 1287|More than a sight can tell. 1287|Thy goodness doth increase 1287|And brighten every thing; 1287|Thy goodness does increase, 1287|My heart seems only human! 1287|How bright the sky is turning, 1287|When thy brightness comes! 1287|When the blest time draws nigh me, 1287|How the sky brightens! 1287|When the blest time draws near me, 1287|How the sky grows brighter! 1287|If my presence there be 1287|Like the breath of thy presence, 1287|It should be as when thou wert one 1287|Of thy love's own children. 1287|When thy sweet heart is leaning 1287|Over my heart, O! 1287|A warm, warm, warm friendship 1287|Thou dost me love to win me. 1287|Yet, oh, my love, how cold, 1287|When the day is over, 1287|Thou com'st to kiss me! 1287|I love,--but not, alas! 1287|All-daring love,--'tis better; 1287|But if Love's in vain, 1287|That, too, I love! 1287|As I was sitting,-- 1287|Thus I thought of it. 1287|Thus I thought, and spoke, 1287|And I made the sign;-- 1287|Towards thee, dear sister, 1287|I drew a tear. 1287|And her mother came 1287|And thus addressed me: 1287|'Sweetheart! what can be 1287|In the house of woe? 1287|What could pleasenceth thee, 1287|When thou hast not been there? 1287|Then hasten, 1287|And hasten further; 1287|Be it not thy fate, 1287|Sweetheart, to suffer thus! 1287|For thyself,-- 1287|Oh, for thyself, 1287|How can this be? 1287|I know not! 1287|I cannot know. 1287|Yet I have loved, 1287|And I love once more! 1287|And the tears of sorrow 1287|I'll in vain withhold! 1287|Oh, what can this mean? 1287|Thou shalt not love again, 1287|If thou lov'st not! 1287|And I, I am blind; 1287|And I cannot see. 1287|And I, I'm thinking, 1287|And I'm thinking and thinking! 1287|And when thou hast brought 1287|All thy heart's desires, 1287|Thou wilt come to me!' 1287|All the house is lighted, 1287|All the lights are gleaming; 1287|But I cannot see him 1287|With his eyes of deep blue! 1287|And I, I hear him-- 1287|So should I rejoice-- ======================================== SAMPLE 12890 ======================================== 12242|From one a hundred miles? 12242|And so I'm yours, and so I keep a hundred years. 12242|"And yet . . . still this I hope will never be, 12242|That I shall ever see you wear the name 12242|My father gave me when I was a boy. 12242|To have been a king -- what if that were also 12242|A proverb in the speech? 12242|"What if you married, had a beautiful child, 12242|Did husband ever leave me? -- and the years 12242|Were bound by the same law? 12242|What if you loved the life you lived for years, 12242|And yet forgot that love? 12242|"The life I knew is dead, and you forget; 12242|And I forget the years. 12242|But, in the night when I awoke, and passed out 12242|Into the glory of the dawn, 12242|I saw the name on the blood-red flag once more -- 12242|The name of him I loved." 12242|How long, I wonder, shall I remember 12242|That name is like a song, 12242|A whisper in the room; and in the evening 12242|I hear it again. 12242|A voice in the darkness, 12242|A moon above the city 12242|Whose shadow is as wine, 12242|And whose light is the love of a thousand hearts. 12242|A moon that is full of wine, 12242|And a song that is half awake, 12242|And that, somehow, is half sad; 12242|And in the darkness -- in the evening, 12242|Like wine, the moon comes out; 12242|And the shadows drink and dance 12242|And dance and dance away; 12242|And the love of a thousand hearts 12242|Knocks at the doors and looks; 12242|And the love of a thousand hearts 12242|Lets fall the windows and sets fire to the darkness. 12242|The morning breaks, 12242|And all the heart of the sky 12242|Is in the eyes of the bride; 12242|The moon goes up to meet her, 12242|And she holds him; 12242|The stars cry on her, 12242|"What did you do for him? 12242|You loved him all too well 12242|"Who taught you love so well 12242|You never told him; 12242|And you'll never tell us, 12242|"Let him lie in the dust 12242|While you dance on high, 12242|What would you if he should die?" 12242|The morning breaks, 12242|And all the heart of the sky 12242|Is in the eyes of the bride; 12242|The moon goes up to meet her, 12242|And she holds him; 12242|The stars cry on her, 12242|"What did you do for him?" 12242|The morning breaks, -- 12242|The sky is full, the midnight falls, 12242|And the bride and bridegroom go together. 12242|I've wandered over earth before me, 12242|I've walked with giant feet of the mountains, 12242|I've walked with giant wings of the winds. 12242|The stars know me, I know them, 12242|The sun knows me, they know me; 12242|I've wandered over earth before me 12242|I've walked with giant feet of the mountains, 12242|I've walked with giant wings of the winds. 12242|And the stars know me, I know them, 12242|But I'll follow through the night, 12242|For I've wandered over earth before me 12242|And I'll walked with giant feet of the winds; 12242|They will be kind as their giant masters, 12242|They know where you look, 12242|And where no looking can find you, 12242|And where no searching can find you. 12242|I do but tread the steps of God 12242|For a little change, and behold Him; 12242|And as I did not I will be, 12242|My feet upon the steps of God. 12242|Here in my garden, 12242|With my roses red and white, 12242|There's naught so marvelous 12242|As the soul of a rose. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 12900 ======================================== 1382|Beside his brother, and that he knew his brother: 1382|But, as the old man said, they must not think her, 1382|Lest she should know the love he gave her. 1382|Yet they deemed her: they saw with pride and delight 1382|A small pavilion in his garden. 1382|The white rose-banks with summer lilies glistened 1382|And the brown pansies' bloom, the violet's dyes. 1382|The rose was red of blue and the violets new-burst: 1382|They knew how sweet his garden was. 1382|And they had brought him as their lordly guest 1382|A very fair lady, and bade him see, 1382|If he loved her, the damsel they were wooing, 1382|The maid who came to court him. 1382|He was asked of all his kindred, and said, 1382|In short, that all could not know, he was one 1382|Who was most fair-natured. 1382|In one word, to all the world at large, 1382|Was he sweet looking, courteous, or of warlike vein, 1382|A wily war-fear, or a cunning mind, 1382|Or both, at once. 1382|That his lord was a wise man they made known, 1382|And that for an oath he would to battle break. 1382|She looked up, and on the green grass saw them, 1382|The three of them, 1382|And the maid was young and fair as the spring, 1382|And her mother's eye was gentle, and hers was dull. 1382|And the mother spoke with voice of sweetness: "Be wise! 1382|Have we not proved it to him who has put him to test? 1382|He is an oath! 1382|Why, it hath put him to test, for one word spoken 1382|I know that you will know it, and his blood is chill. 1382|He is not of warlike heart; yet he might be 1382|A cautious man: and if you be wise, be wise; 1382|And be sure your mother would rejoice, for you 1382|Shall be a better lady than you were yesterday! 1382|She is a lady whose heart is in her heart: 1382|O mother, have you been kind to me, my boy? 1382|O mother, have you made this comfort-heart your own?" 1382|Then the maid she put her head upon her breast, 1382|And, lifting her arms, she kissed his eyes and mouth. 1382|And the woman answered, saying, "You have said all! 1382|For I can but say what other lips will say." 1382|For the mother had turned from her, her face bent down, 1382|And was lying in her quiet bed in the night. 1382|Then I said, "Why does she lie so smooth and pale?" 1382|And she said, "My boy, 'twas your father told 1382|How the mother-foot was broken, how the maids 1382|Had spoken, and the house-bell rung. You had heard, 1382|In his last sleep, and when his spirit passed below. 1382|And your mother, who was childless, and who wept 1382|When the old man died, and all their childern grieved, 1382|Mourned day and night, and could with reason be. 1382|Now she slept; and, if I say her words are true, 1382|You will have reason for your sorrows too. 1382|And they are foolish words. What is truth till now 1382|She cannot be with any man beside me. 1382|The old man's daughter is of his own seed, 1382|And my childern? 1382|He was rich, a man of goodly sway 1382|In an age when men held all wealth to them. 1382|O, the light is thin, and the night is cold, 1382|I have no light beside me or beside you. 1382|The day is dead, and the new is born. 1382|'Tis for this love that you speak it, this love 1382|That makes me your lover, since it is for me. 1382|The old men have no light beside them ======================================== SAMPLE 12910 ======================================== May the winds their fury slake, 12286|While Nature yet her magic hour denies. 12286|Hail to the master, the poet, and seer, 12286|And hero, through whose life a brighter beam 12286|Smiles bright on us while it illumines all; 12286|The wise man himself who, fearless unknown, 12286|Hath found a new-born wisdom in the crowd, 12286|And dared his own dark thoughts to read in men. 12286|With him th' unknown world was well stored with lore 12286|Of things not understood, things left untold, 12286|Taught in their silence by the gods alone 12286|In ages before their being even: 12286|Or from the earliest days of Earth divine 12286|Through the wide Universe were learning too, 12286|By which he saw the dawning of the World. 12286|For not alone the Spirit which guides the Strand, 12286|And in whose dark control each deed is guided, 12286|And each subtle thought, and each inward sense, 12286|Was he erewhile incarnate; he was of Man, 12286|The youngest born of all the generations, 12286|And as he moved, the fairest still remained. 12286|The very very air was his, of him 12286|In motion, and in color, and in sound, 12286|And every living thing that moves on earth, 12286|From the white crescent to the crimson star, 12286|In form and stature, hue and feature proud, 12286|Sitted in him, and took no rest nor pleasure 12286|From his bright splendor, but still seemed to dance 12286|Among the shadows, or was wandering seen 12286|By wandering fancy through the starry throng 12286|On its bright wanderings. So, that life 12286|Might more of wisdom yield, and more of bliss, 12286|The more it mingled with the human kind.-- 12286|For all those arts which never yet have died, 12286|That memory lost, that fancy fainted not, 12286|That pain and pleasure, sorrow and delight, 12286|And all the various tincts of life and death, 12286|As yet but taught the Spirit and the brute, 12286|That he whose feet by rote were beaten down, 12286|Or whose long life on new aliments, missed 12286|The time and place and seasons of delight, 12286|Yet, in his spirit, kept the world at large 12286|And the new spirit, though unknown to himself, 12286|Shaming the old in wisdom, and in might, 12286|Or, as the Spirit who taught him speak the 12286|Wisdom, from his speech more secret brought. 12286|No idle dream could then have held his fame 12286|To give a name to that invincible, 12286|The Spirit, who without mortal aid, 12286|Woke up his ancestors in him to live, 12286|And all the living features of his race 12286|His eye on them all fix'd; but when so beguil'd 12286|By mere forgetfulness, like sleeping things 12286|That slumber from themselves, he knew not whence, 12286|Or who was to his memory given 12286|The sacred name, and who his memory prime 12286|That on his life-blood draws, whose is the end 12286|Of his immortal being,--to his shame 12286|Even the more ancient Spirit, who was nam'd 12286|Thy First, and thee the last, and thou the first-- 12286|He who for ever rules through all creation, 12286|And to himself a moment shows his might, 12286|Or on his brows with glory rules alone, 12286|So feeble-minded did Oenone refuse 12286|Her ancient race. Then too the very powers 12286|That moved her actions, as by chance she came, 12286|No power retain'd them from the crowd of years, 12286|And when men took occasion to employ her, 12286|Or sought her for their only cause of love, 12286|They found her gone. But when she felt alone, 12286|Forgetful of her former self, and not 12286|Consoled by any passion, still she knew 12286|Her place--her place was with those other queens, 12286|Whose places were ======================================== SAMPLE 12920 ======================================== 19096|I can breathe in that air; 19096|It will be life and motion: 19096|The sky hangs high. 19096|The world is full of music, 19096|The world is filled with light; 19096|I have loved it in heaven, 19096|Yet I love it here below; 19096|But I never can forget 19096|The night of long ago, 19096|O'er the hills where the wood-gods roam, 19096|And the moon hangs high. 19096|Oh, when my heart is glad, and my spirit rings clear, 19096|And my voice is full of song, 19096|'Twill say, by the holy angels in the sky, 19096|"What was this, then, your vision yesterday, 19096|That filled it with such joy and bliss, 19096|But it brought us no joy, or peace, or rest; 19096|"For there is yet a world to be, 19096|And men must rise and go to their place." 19096|How the sun shines all the year round, 19096|That's the question that's on my mind. 19096|For the earth is a wide, green pasture land, 19096|And the sky is blue all year round, 19096|But the grass is green for sheep that graze here, 19096|And the sky is blue for me. 19096|Oh, that blue sky! 19096|Oh, that blue sky! 19096|As I went gliding down the valley 19096|Among wild roses at play, 19096|And on their backs I bent my little head, 19096|I thought of a far-off, lonely isle, 19096|And the song of a sea-bird in its song. 19096|It's so green, it's so green, 19096|It's the glory of summer here, 19096|As through the green my eyes would often stray, 19096|And the blue of the sky and the blue of the sea 19096|That ever is there. 19096|Oh, it's all so green, it's all so green, 19096|Oh, it's the glory of summer here, 19096|As through the green my eyes would often stray, 19096|And the blue of the sky and the blue of the sea 19096|When ever it's there. 19096|From the hills of the hills we drifted far 19096|On the breezes of morning; 19096|As down the stream of the rivers we drifted, 19096|We sought the fountains, 19096|Heard the echoes of song run echoing through the tree, 19096|And the sweetbirds singing in the branches. 19096|Then we saw the wild flowers flow, and a wild rose hide, 19096|And the valley spread to the far hills, then all sky 19096|Clothed in its robes of purple. 19096|Then we crossed the brimming river, and stood there 19096|Where the sun of the day was burning; 19096|And while the rushing, bright torrent of light 19096|Clashed on the green hill-side, 19096|I thought of the home that loved us the most, 19096|And the eyes of the mother. 19096|But then, we felt the air grow cool; and we saw 19096|The wild flowers of the meadow 19096|Gather and fade, and be soon in the grave, 19096|While the red roses burst in bloom; 19096|And our bright thoughts came flitting far away, 19096|To the wild hills of the wooded, 19096|The hills of the flowers of song that we used to know, 19096|Where the wild birds and our fêtes have sing. 19096|I have been through the wild wood, 19096|I have been through the wild wood; 19096|I have been riding on the crest; 19096|Now home is come at last-- 19096|Home is come home, sweetheart, 19096|Though far from love and thee. 19096|Ah! well, though distant sails, ======================================== SAMPLE 12930 ======================================== 5186|As the maiden sang her song" 5186|Straightway fell to bitter weeping, 5186|Softly from the tongue arose, 5186|From the depths of his heart tumult; 5186|With his hands he grasped the heavens, 5186|With his flesh he tore the earth-poles, 5186|Tore and bruised the earth-bound giants, 5186|Broke the spears and shattered lids 5186|Of the kestrel, eagle, eagle, 5186|Fleet-winged falcon, star-bird, lark, 5186|Wainamoinen's wailing bride. 5186|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5186|"Woe is me, my life hard-fated, 5186|Cannot plow this field of Pohya, 5186|This my ground of corn and kine, 5186|This my pasture home of flocks and herds." 5186|From a clump of ones hecho-fragile 5186|Loosened, in the juncture of stones, 5186|Gathered these Sad-like figures, 5186|To be burned in front of sacred fire, 5186|As the offering of a bride to heaven. 5186|In the ashes of the ones, 5186|With the ashes of the others, 5186|Did the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Build his sacred smouldering fire-place; 5186|Placed the blocks of rock in order, 5186|One before another, crosswise, 5186|And instructed thus his people, 5186|Those at home, and wild-beasts roaming: 5186|Where the blocks of rock should be commended, 5186|How they should be securely rooted, 5186|How the fragments of the rock-frags 5186|Should be heated in the furnace 5186|Of his smithy with the iron; 5186|How the rock should be united, 5186|All should knit in union, ever, 5186|Never to sever without white-sparkling wreathing. 5186|Straightway sang the knowers of magic, 5186|Speaking magic words and listening, 5186|In the ears of Wainamoinen, 5186|Speaking this wise in blessing then accepting: 5186|"Sweet, O good, once more upon us 5186|Light the child upon our altar-fires; 5186|Place the maiden in the maiden's chamber, 5186|In the lone and lowly dwelling, 5186|Place her in the heart of Harmony, 5186|Limp and lame, but conscious ever, 5186|Ever to be by Him honored." 5186|Spake the minstrel Wainamoinen: 5186|"Now, the marriage-rites are ready, 5186|Rites and sacrifices commended, 5186|Lovers' loves, and goddesses', 5186|Evils of all the world respected, 5186|Praise, and offer duly paid to Louhi." 5186|From a clearing he gathered trinkets, 5186|Reached his heavy axe around them, 5186|Hastened to his snowy charger, 5186|Hastened by his Sampsa-mantle, 5186|On his charger sprang the Hiawatha, 5186|Threw the blue ring to the north-wind, 5186|Threw the black hat to the South-wind, 5186|To the west was thrown the birch-wood 5186|And the juniper to shade it, 5186|Eastward the pine was thrown behind it, 5186|Down were all the south-wind branches, 5186|Southward the lindens sway it, 5186|North-wind only, from the Misty Islands. 5186|Straightway now it came upon them, 5186|Rising from its deep-sunken caverns, 5186|In the east it shone upon them, 5186|Dark with wrath of burning furnace, 5186|In the west, with evil enchantments. 5186|Straightway horses with the Master 5186|Sank upon the border of it, 5186|Tore the fire-banks from the mountains, 5186|Bearing wreaths of ashes eastward, 5186|Hitching wagons on the prairies, 5186|To the rivers westward marching, 5186|To the rivers south ======================================== SAMPLE 12940 ======================================== 19221|To find the heart of nature in my own. 19221|Nature's voice alone I hear; 19221|The wind is by, and nature's voice alone I hear; 19221|Her voice that leads, the marsh-fire burns; 19221|Her voice that kindles briers yields; 19221|The broad sunny fields the sweetening shower give over; 19221|The lark, the thrush, the hunter's pipe, the bees' hum, 19221|All fold their wings, and all their ancient nests repair: 19221|The broad sunny fields again they fill with flowers, 19221|And Nature speaks in every clime. 19221|O come, sweet Love, and dally 19221|With daffodils on spray! 19221|Then dusking Vauxhern flowers are we; 19221|And lilac cheeks with laughing boyhood are. 19221|The summer's sunshine o'er the mountain streams 19221|Has drunk our laughing dews, and stilled our bay. 19221|Our early years with little care we pass 19221|As transient as the moving fires of morn; 19221|But when the wanderer looks back, the star will break, 19221|And then is life immortal for a while. 19221|I was the bridegroom, Love; 19221|And all the world beside 19221|Was pretty nonsense; 19221|Ladies and gentlemen, 19221|Beholding me, thought I was the fair one 19221|That used to live upon a plain: 19221|That is to say, 19221|They used to say, 19221|"When she grew up she did on't, did she"? 19221|But I was not the fair one 19221|That used to live upon a plain; 19221|My house was made 19221|Of rushes and the broken bough 19221|Above an honest window, where a mouse, 19221|Or little worm, had lazily licked 19221|Pleasure's fiery dew. 19221|For all believed 19221|I had been conjur'd 19221|With ready skill 19221|To suit their taste 19221|Just as a coachman at a ball, 19221|Dragg'd on from side to side. 19221|But this could not be, 19221|Because my window--inside out-- 19221|Was dirty with so honest a crime 19221|As theirs who conjure, 19221|And make a coachman, Love, by rail, 19221|From side to side. 19221|I do not mean to make them sigh 19221|Or make them look disgustingly on me, 19221|Whom they regard with half an awe, 19221|When out of doors, by day or night, 19221|I sit, and see the wools upon the shelves 19221|Lamb'd out for me, or spare a pang 19221|For those they left behind. 19221|To other homes, no less to mine, 19221|Were given, as well as thither led, 19221|A happy, happy lot: 19221|And as the children of my wife, 19221|And as myself, we seem to have had 19221|A little house in Heaven, although 19221|It was not blessed; and my heart aches 19221|To think what mischief hath befallen us 19221|From start to fin. 19221|It was not that our house was poor; 19221|It was not that our earnings low; 19221|We had no servant, none at all, 19221|To doff the helm and screamail; 19221|It was that we had to walk alone 19221|Through a poor country town! 19221|Our bellman once was we, 19221|And so we used to know, 19221|For at seven in the morning we'd scour 19221|The market-place as doth become 19221|The market-life of England. 19221|At night, we'd gather round the fire 19221|And hear the beggar children's cries 19221|So sad that we could almost believe 19221|That there was famine in the land, 19221|And many thousands dead or missing;-- 19221|But there was food enough to feed 19221|Those who could eat. 19221|And what a night! 19221|The moon in heaven ======================================== SAMPLE 12950 ======================================== 28591|And in the face of the sun 28591|I can behold the glory of thy smile; 28591|And at thy feet I know 28591|A brighter sky shall never waken; 28591|And thus, in sweet content, 28591|I wait until the day is dead. 28591|My destiny's a crown--mine all, 28591|Mine only possession; let it be 28591|A clear bright crown to set 28591|Upon my head. 28591|Oh, might I keep it bright 28591|All day! I would be free 28591|In the deep heart of me 28591|To work all day 28591|To keep it bright. 28591|Oh, may I look to it 28591|As I would look to all the rest-- 28591|I would, with pride of soul, 28591|Look up to it! 28591|I would be noble and mild 28591|Till that day--I do not know-- 28591|When every word is law, 28591|When justice rules; 28591|I would be noble and mild 28591|Till that day of bliss, 28591|The day of life, when Love is true, 28591|And Truth is great; 28591|I would be noble and mild 28591|Till that day, for then 28591|Should dawn each tear 28591|And every care and sin of self 28591|And every sin of others pardoned, 28591|Oh, may I strive 28591|To be noble and mild 28591|Till that day, of bliss, 28591|When Love is true! 28591|A little day, and then away. 28591|It comes to me that I must go, 28591|And I am fain to turn in scorn 28591|To that sweet day of old, 28591|And be indeed glad. 28591|The summer day and the morning too. 28591|I have not been so far astray 28591|That I can not see the light, 28591|The little day. 28591|I do not think it is to blame 28591|My being glad when so is she 28591|Who can so well with me abide 28591|No less than I; 28591|I see her face and only feel 28591|The small joy as of pure dawn, 28591|And can so joyously embrace 28591|My weary heart, 28591|She knows not why: I do not ask. 28591|I shall not ask the rose, or the lily, 28591|Or the red or the white poppy; 28591|I shall not ask the lily. 28591|I look to heaven where nothing has a chance of a change. 28591|I look at earth, but I see not that there be any change. 28591|I look at heaven, but I see not that there be any change. 28591|I have done sin. 28591|My conscience is a garden; it is filled 28591|With roses, and with lilies, and I know 28591|That the crown thereof must surely grow 28591|In perfect health or shrivel in some hour 28591|To wither at the foot. 28591|I have done sin. 28591|I have done sin--and I dare not say 28591|That there are roses in paradise still. 28591|I have done sin, and have nothing left 28591|More precious than my sins; I will do 28591|Myself an injustice. 28591|I go away. 28591|The night is dark; it grows darker yet. 28591|It will be dark yet--all hope is dead; 28591|It will be dark yet--I scarce can know 28591|Whether the road be wet or not. 28591|I go to be a pilgrim--by the cross-- 28591|But all I know is, when I come back, 28591|With a new cross at my feet. 28591|I know not what it means, or why 28591|These things so far away. 28591|I only know they are. 28591|They are a joy apart, and I know 28591|This must be its truth. 28591|I shall not come back. 28591|I have my sins confessed. 28591|I will not lie down. 28591|I have sinned, and must suffer for it ======================================== SAMPLE 12960 ======================================== 37861|And we shall not forget to weep; 37861|But here's to you, and your dear friend's fame, 37861|With heart, and hand, and all things right; 37861|And we hope that now the day's 37861|Remembered with a joy we have not known, 37861|Will grow with your own. 37861|And that when your death comes, and we see you not, 37861|And we watch the pale and trembling moonbeams cross 37861|Your grave's green, moss-grown floor,' 37861|There will be the silent prayer we've prayed to you, 37861|Which was, 'It is enough; he is gone'. 37861|When the moon is in the sky and the trees are brown 37861|And the earth is wet with the rain of the wind, 37861|When the flowers are sick and dying and the grass 37861|Brown with many sorrows of bitter frost, 37861|When birds are silent in the garden and boys 37861|Quiet in hall, there will be: 37861|When the sun is in the sky, and the birds are still, 37861|And earth is white with an azure wave, 37861|When the air is soft and low, and love's breath sweet 37861|Is all that is stirring in my soul; 37861|When life is all a dream, and hope, and all 37861|The warm glow things can dream and dream, 37861|And all that is good and all that is true 37861|Will only make a little song; 37861|When the moon is in the sky and the trees are still, 37861|And everything's dull and still in the street, 37861|In the place where you came home from school 37861|I will feel a touch, a look, a tear, 37861|And all my heart will melt with pain; 37861|But there'll be the quiet place where you were born, 37861|And all the other places too; 37861|And my tears will cease, and I'll dream that you smile 37861|O'er the world that I love so; 37861|And we'll forget the bitter touch or look, 37861|And we'll be happy and true yet, 37861|And forget the quiet place where you were born, 37861|And never forget you, only know 37861|That the world is very beautiful, 37861|And life's very joy is very dear, 37861|And nothing all is worth a tear, 37861|Nothing will ever _out_ your love, 37861|No, not this wretched world, I know; 37861|And the same blue sky above you, and the same 37861|Moss to hide your face and hair, 37861|And the same eyes to watch you from the bed 37861|When your sleep begins to ere dawn; 37861|And you'll lie, in the same dream, and my heart 37861|Will grow very happy to see you so, 37861|And wake in the night to the dawn, 37861|With your eyes full of tears, and an empty cup; 37861|And I'll sit and sing when I _can_, 37861|And my heart will break in twain at the name of you, 37861|And the words run over my mouth that say, 37861|O! my girl you are fair, and fair are you, 37861|And my love is very strong, and very strong, 37861|And oh! if death, or a dream brings you back, 37861|I shall never be glad again; 37861|And I'll never hear your voice in the street, 37861|Nor the sound of love's music in the night, 37861|From the place where you went to school; 37861|And I hope I never shall see your face 37861|As your eyes close shut in the light; 37861|And I'm never happy in the garden when you walk there, 37861|But in despair I'll come to you at the hour of night, 37861|And we'll lie down, and you'll come in the darkness, 37861|And I shall forget ======================================== SAMPLE 12970 ======================================== May he rise, like him, 1958|From darkness with light, to take vengeance: 1958|He too can raise the sword o'er battle, 1958|And conquer by his own heroic strength. 1958|Whence, then, this force, this courage? 1958|From the strong man's nature. 1958|What, my friend, doth it spring from? 1958|From the spirit's freedom. 1958|Can we, then, so strongly move 1958|With an iron cord to turn the wheel, 1958|And the fates to make the wheel turning 1958|Boldly on this side and boldly on that; 1958|And the fate to find them even in motion, 1958|And to turn the wheel to find the fates? 1958|And is the spirit thus soiled as not to turn 1958|With the fortune to bring both together? 1958|And whence this courage? 1958|From the man whom it doth imitate. 1958|And why? because he doth obey and love; 1958|The man whose outward being makes him all 1958|The spirit of courage then, indeed, 1958|All the power to act above himself. 1958|And who then in the body comes: 1958|How comes it so?" 1958|To him then spoke the aged man: 1958|"Since, then, with what freedom to obey 1958|Thou art, no wonder this courage springs 1958|From the spirit free-born; for of him 1958|We are all to ourselves, and to our self-life 1958|The body is fitter. Yet let me tell thee 1958|What thy spirit, which doth mould thy body, is; 1958|That it will ever be free to do well. 1958|Now thy body, with the soul combined, 1958|Moulds and creates with all its natures things; 1958|And thus thou mayest be what thou wilt be, 1958|Free as air,--what thou wilt of thine own self." 1958|And again: "As the soul doth mould, and change, 1958|And change still, so likewise is thy nature 1958|Gending toward freedom, as a flame-girt bird 1958|With wings that soon the sky is lifted up 1958|Towards the point of space where the sun is set, 1958|So thou mayest in freedom go thy way 1958|Over land or sea, over land or sea. 1958|Therefore let our life make free to thee, 1958|Free from those shackles which the others bear. 1958|All others are only fetters we feel, 1958|Only burthen to our being; but with thee 1958|Are loosening of each fetter; thou art free." 1958|And he said: "Life is the life of man, 1958|And that of God eternal; and that one 1958|Thou speakest speaks oft in another tongue." 1958|Answered thus the spirit of the peasant 1958|Into the presence of that witless man: 1958|"That truth which thou hast said, thou shalt receive, 1958|For I live, and am again thy spirit. 1958|No man thou hast, unless that man be God; 1958|Hath God a life eternal, or no man a life? 1958|All things are from Him; and, then, God lives too; 1958|But I live not; live I have died; live I must; 1958|Yet God, and all things live! live I am not, 1958|Nor I live not; God lives not, and thou art born, 1958|And thou livest here for ever. 1958|The eternal life was not of men; 1958|But of Him who was incarnate the Word; 1958|With human nature; and in human will 1958|Conceived; the eternal nature, and the will 1958|Of all these things hath created, and the mind. 1958|Now thou canst make as thou oughtest, but thy work 1958|No man can understand; and God, thou art able, 1958|As art the sun, or star, and all created works,-- 1958|Even He whose mind is all created work! 1958|The work of God is infinite; and He 1958|And all the works of God ======================================== SAMPLE 12980 ======================================== 15370|I'm a pretty lass, 15370|But I would give 15370|The world if I might sing 15370|Three song-books in a row! 15370|And I am sure there's many men 15370|Who have a mind to try, 15370|But my friends don't understand, 15370|For they are not made to read. 15370|And so my books are in the cellar, 15370|By the wall without, 15370|And I would give the world 15370|If I might sing 15370|Three song-books in a row. 15370|I love my book when I'm reading it, 15370|But oh, my heart, when I look at the pictures! 15370|All day long I listen to the news-boys, 15370|While other men are reading "The News." 15370|I read my book to the music of the organ, 15370|Where my friends can come and listen to it; 15370|And then that picture brings me back again 15370|To my mother's picture when I was a boy. 15370|Oh, I would give 15370|The world if I could sing 15370|Three song-books in a row. 15370|I know I've said that I'm childish, 15370|But in my day, 15370|I went to school in a man's shoes-- 15370|And they told their tales 15370|In blue dress. 15370|It's very hard, 15370|Now I exist, 15370|To get by with 15370|A life full of 15370|Chattels. 15370|But when I've lived in my little blue dress, 15370|With a little blue coat hanging on my arm, 15370|Why, life will be grand, 15370|With chatelainees 15370|And maids. 15370|When you came back from the Continent 15370|After four months' absence, and found 15370|My life already in order, and my heart 15370|At home, and love, and friendships, all 15370|In order, as they ordered, you should have found 15370|The world quite wonderful and fair; 15370|But I say it again: 15370|You are not like a child, you know, 15370|You have no childishness at all, 15370|The only thing you have that's good for you 15370|Is your blue coat hanging on your arm. 15370|And now I say you have lived 15370|A weary, wearisome, dreary life, 15370|Not living to your heart's content, 15370|But living dreary and dreary still; 15370|And you have been so much my guest 15370|That what you had been living for 15370|Is to myself instead become 15370|(I know the kind of woman for whom this is true) 15370|But a woman of my choosing. 15370|For, my dear, 15370|When you are away 15370|It is always good 15370|To go back to me. 15370|For when the moon 15370|(Or when the sun 15370|Is shining, and you take no care 15370|Of the weather, and have no work to do,-- 15370|And every one is happy till 15370|You are back): 15370|It is good to go back, 15370|But, when the world goes back, 15370|'Tis a pity you go back. 15370|You need not call in haste 15370|To say you are ill, 15370|You are so old, 15370|You're worn out, all right; 15370|But when you have grown 15370|So tired of being young, 15370|And weariness is worn away-- 15370|Then it is time to call 15370|In haste. 15370|And so with kindness send 15370|A friendly greeting home; 15370|It is a great thing when one does this, 15370|To be a friend to every one. 15370|I will do this, 15370|And so, my dear, 15370|You need not blush, 15370|For you are so young 15370|And wear out, all the time, 15370|A silly smile. 15370|And so, with kindness send-- ======================================== SAMPLE 12990 ======================================== 25340|And when I gaze to think what mighty names 25340|That once are near me, and my heart is sick, 25340|And think of those I leave behind me here,[lm] 25340|The names of those whose souls were more than mine, 25340|I would imagine that they are but the shadows, 25340|Of that unquiet, lonely, wandering one, 25340|Whose life is but the shadow of the hour, 25340|And whose journey is the sleep that follows. 25340|I know no other life but that of strife,[lr] 25340|And that which springs from busy, tumultuous life. 25340|O for the life of those who have forgot, 25340|Since all hath flown like a dream, to us, to us:[ls] 25340|A life of rapture never to be ended, 25340|Which might be like their rapture to the soul, 25340|Though now so short it seem'd half sad to me: 25340|An odorous breath of air, that never cloyes, 25340|But straight and nam'd in the bright forms of death, 25340|They, the incarnate saints of that celestial air. 25340|I could recall in verse the poet's woes 25340|Ere I may part with their unutter'd tears, 25340|And that young maid whom thou didst lay in earth 25340|With thy dark locks and tresses silvered fine 25340|(As the fair-bodied daughters of the King 25340|Did their light tresses in the streets go down), 25340|The pale-eyed youth;--who loved like his own God, 25340|And had such faith in him that he was glad 25340|To die;--or at least think it was a doom 25340|Which would not be too grievous, or be sadly kind; 25340|The poet could not see him but in dreams, 25340|Whose face there is not in a thousand pages, 25340|And whom no eye can recognize as he sees it. 25340|For me, that is the life, that is the time, 25340|That is their only tomb, and shall be my theme; 25340|I might have named some nobler, happier doom, 25340|But the sad world is the theme and I must write. 25340|Here are no beauties, such as blossom in the face; 25340|Here no charms, but truth, and purity, and truth. 25340|Yet still thou dost not deny the whole thing o'er, 25340|Or wish the life of all the poem undone, 25340|Or ask a remedy that would not seize 25340|The poet when he had the world to win,[ln] 25340|The singer when his sweet love's music came, 25340|Or when his soul was to its glorious height 25340|Telling the truths that cannot be told or sung: 25340|I am proud to own that I do not deny 25340|What here was meant when Love and Time were twain. 25340|I do not doubt the fates had part in heart 25340|When that fair thing did its due and fell; 25340|I know their hands were ever open held,[mf] 25340|And that no peril threatened that dear throne, 25340|That seat whose golden clouds in evening fell 25340|While Love, that mortal thou hast heard him name, 25340|Was always there to rally, and to lead, 25340|And all the beauty that life may afford 25340|His happy soul, and give his soul its rest. 25340|To-day, he seems to me, as in his day 25340|I oft have heard the story recounted, 25340|With few or none to tell it to my own, 25340|And with that smile on youthful eyes I see 25340|Thy soul was just as bright as his, and yet 25340|Too soon my spirit lapsed to bear the change, 25340|And I began to feel my youth decay; 25340|But as I sought to trace to any part 25340|The change in thee, what I found was simpler far 25340|Than what I had hoped,--the heart grew old; 25340|We know how swift, how deep the change is made, 25340|When grief and suffering, when dismay and when pain, 25340|Have o'er the mind, and over it folded o'er. ======================================== SAMPLE 13000 ======================================== 4010|Which bade her to the feast retire; 4010|And her black-cloaked sire replied, 4010|"Oh then, what cheer to you, my lad! 4010|I never more would welcome thee 4010|In my castle bower, where thou 4010|Hast e'er the chance and honour claim. 4010|When I to view thy father's bower. 4010|Had sought before, I hope I find 4010|A shelter for the stormy hour. 4010|'Tis in the power of Heaven to bring, 4010|That Heaven the maid's departure see, 4010|If, as thou wilt, we here may part." 4010|With this the lad, who in derision 4010|The dame of all the church could rue, 4010|T' embracements of the bell and choir 4010|Replied, with accents low and strained-- 4010|"Oh, mother! I, too, now repent 4010|The cause of tears I felt, last morn; 4010|I, too, for my absent father 4010|Can see the battle-field of war. 4010|He does not come, my mother, 4010|To mourn the slain of battle. 4010|"As far as thou canst say, my mother; 4010|A father's funeral is near; 4010|Nor need I, in my longing eyes, 4010|Behold his form, or meet his face. 4010|Oh, would to him who bears the torch, 4010|That his departing I might see, 4010|Nor leave my heart for ever broke 4010|By one sad event of sorrow!" 4010|The widow and the mother 4010|Then bade the dame farewell; 4010|And left the tower that overlooks 4010|The little village green. 4010|"The rain and rain," the widow saith, 4010|"And rain still heavier grows; 4010|Though, haply, day may bring again 4010|The prospect of our arms, 4010|Till, ere the sun may light his fires, 4010|And, after rain, the twilight cloud, 4010|We see the clouds their dark career, 4010|And twilight seem a day indeed, 4010|But day by day the darkness more, 4010|And night by night the rain more, 4010|Till all the little village green 4010|Shall be a sea of wet and cold, 4010|And, with the wind and rain, 4010|Thou wilt not see it more. 4010|"It is not, then, in the loss and pain, 4010|That breaks my sleep so soon. 4010|It is not, like the sunless blast, 4010|That wakes my household fire; 4010|But loss and suffering more keen, 4010|The sad, sad sufferings of my son; 4010|Though, if the day be not at noon, 4010|'Twill be mid-day mid the noon! 4010|To-morrow, mother, see you not 4010|The morn's white tent is spread, 4010|With rosy banners furled, 4010|Midst ivy, aspens, and limes; 4010|The little grey hour, 4010|Who came and went, 4010|Shaping the time to be, 4010|Ere she came in her gold hair? 4010|And round about her head 4010|The leaves that deck the night, 4010|In all her silver light, 4010|Are folded like a flower: 4010|And, hark!--the steed is come; 4010|'Twas but the cry of a flower." 4010|With all the heart she had 4010|The widow mourned her fate; 4010|With all her memory sad, 4010|Her face in mourning wore; 4010|But, when she rose to go, 4010|The tear-drop from her breast 4010|Fell on her bosom white. 4010|Yet, ere she vanished from view, 4010|Her husband's blood ran on 4010|The stream of sorrow'd woe. 4010|To Heaven she turned, and stood 4010|The prey of all her care. 4010|"Oh, God!" she ======================================== SAMPLE 13010 ======================================== 3295|As one who from his prison enters at last-- 3295|Who finds a welcome, free, and ample home, 3295|The place most certain, and the last, best ground 3295|Of rest from pain of life, and so is free, 3295|Free of the fetters of the flesh and sight; 3295|Hath learned to walk the ways of Nature, 3295|The woodland, or the streets that ring it 'round. 3295|Thus man's great master, to his pupil now 3295|Turns and entreats him to the banquet hall, 3295|Lordship and right he can no longer wrong. 3295|Himself he has absolves from every foe, 3295|Free from the bond of flesh by his own choice, 3295|And hath decreed his household to a world, 3295|Of his own making in its various needs. 3295|So man, not God, hath ruled the earth, the skies, 3295|The ocean, and the air, the trees, along 3295|The paths of nature and of time, and now 3295|On the great work-bench he is lifting up 3295|His eyes to light the flame that burns within. 3295|And through the wide globe's expanse he reigns, 3295|The sky, the sea, the continents, and earth, 3295|And sees with wondrous love the mighty plan 3295|Of all creation in a moment's span; 3295|Then as of old the Roman conquerors came, 3295|With their proud swords and stedfast hands and shields, 3295|Through the long-trundling gates of war to fight 3295|The people and repel the tyrant king, 3295|To man's old law and law of God they came, 3295|With holy vows and all true heart and hand. 3295|Yet to their master's eyes a mist arose, 3295|As from a hidden and unseen world afar 3295|The long, dark clouds of battle swept athwart, 3295|And smote and scattered the poor innocent 3295|In that great hour of peace before the fall, 3295|When through the open windows of this land 3295|The last great trumpet's sound awakes the morn. 3295|The Emperor's face is sad, and he bows his head, 3295|With all that Roman heart of old, and so 3295|Hath God decreed the empire fall, the world 3295|Hath bowed beneath the sceptre of the knave,-- 3295|King's despot and slave to tyrant's will 3295|And lord of the world and slave to king. 3295|Yet must He know, whose hand first raised the wall 3295|That held the world and lord of kings afar, 3295|A people's voice may crush the tyrant's heel, 3295|In time this day, if not in this day; 3295|A people's voice may tear away his chain, 3295|Lead back the captive to his land of light. 3295|Yea, to the world he seems to stand alone, 3295|The world of centuries and of ages gone, 3295|The world of all that moved before his day, 3295|And every voice that ever heard shall tell 3295|Of that mighty day, as one might say, 3295|"In the first great hour of love and truth, 3295|With the first strong shout of liberty,-- 3295|Earth never heard the sound of bondage, 3295|God shook down His thunder on the world, 3295|And earth heard the glad shout of the free." 3295|Therefore the Roman hearts of old believe, 3295|That to the last day's sunset-seen as one, 3295|When all is finished, with its storm and pain, 3295|And all is heard, and all is sung again, 3295|And all the world stands in the light and shade, 3295|That a more glorious day shall rise and pass, 3295|As at the first, in the first great hour. 3295|O my dear brother, as we walk to-night, 3295|Toward the light of day and of success, 3295|Let us remember, with a thrill of pride, 3295|That the hour of judgment is at hand. 3295|How they walk and talk and laugh and are gay, 3295|And what is life? what its meaning ======================================== SAMPLE 13020 ======================================== 30357|In some little spot the sweetest spots we find; 30357|By this is a favorite spot; but the sun is so high 30357|And the winds are so warm,--this is not the spot for me. 30357|But I've an elbow-chair close by; please let me take it there. 30357|'Tis made of a red-stained log, but it has got a cherry bloom 30357|In the log; I'll take it by the handle; it's ours for the taking; 30357|And it is warm inside, with a handle to be held by the nigh. 30357|Here's a wit for the coming, and here's a wood for the taking, 30357|When on their way hither they meet each other, 30357|The brightest spots we find, and the sweetest spots we keep. 30357|The birds come out to breakfast, and they sing 30357|At breakfast they sing; 30357|They sing with all their might; 30357|The flowers in the orchard, the lark in the sky, 30357|All join in a choir of praise; 30357|The dew in the morn, the morning sweet, the kine 30357|At Peter's gate they love to visit; 30357|The dog has gone to call to dinner, 30357|The cat has gone to tea; 30357|All come to see the lovely sight, 30357|The birds come out to breakfast! 30357|What ails your little eyes, my pretty child? 30357|You are full of wonderment, I'm afraid. 30357|But let me try the glass, my child; 30357|What! open wide your eyes! 30357|Your pretty lips must be of rose color, 30357|I'll give you a kiss from your little hand. 30357|There you are, dear little child, 30357|My pretty, tiny rose, 30357|There you are, dear little child, 30357|'Tis true--the nest of a robin is seen: 30357|But the nest is not hidden, 30357|As little children are, you know, 30357|And could see the eggs, they're very near, 30357|And could see the nests they seldom use: 30357|And the little birds that are nesting will make 30357|A noise enough to be heard even by you. 30357|My little daughter, here is the Bible: 30357|There is much in it, my child, you'll like: 30357|You'll see your Father's angels, 30357|Whose wings are golden chains; 30357|They will carry the Holy Spirit away, 30357|They will sing His praise so loud, 30357|To the little ones, so high and clear, 30357|And you must know that angels dwell 30357|In the sky above, and cry, 30357|"Arise, Blessed and Father-loving!" 30357|There are also the three sweet birds, 30357|Which sing one after the other: 30357|There's the lark, that sings for joy, 30357|And the little gulls that carp, 30357|And the white quails, that run 30357|In the sunshine round the stile, 30357|And the linnets, that in the lane 30357|Walk so proudly up the hill, 30357|And the wild swans that float 30357|On the summer air, and fly 30357|To the very top of the hill; 30357|And a thousand other things 30357|That the Bible tells you, 30357|Of the joys of heaven, the sea, and the trees, 30357|And many other creatures too, 30357|That the Bible tells you. 30357|And it does not matter for what 30357|The reason is, 30357|The birds do sing, 30357|Nor for what their wings do swivel, 30357|Nor their golden chains, 30357|Unless the truth is taught by sin, 30357|And the Holy Scriptures lie. 30357|The Father has said all that he knows, 30357|And you must make no more assumptions; 30357|I know that when at length the night 30357|Shall come again, 30357|There will be stars to shine on earth, 30357|And life on the Ocean wave. 30357|And then to-night the great Archimede 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 13030 ======================================== 1304|'Neath the green is spread such bowers 1304|As we never did find! 1304|'Tis this makes the Spring tarry, 1304|With hope all her bosom sicken, 1304|Thinks she will never see 1304|Spring again to re-inspire 1304|All nature anew, and bring 1304|A fourth bright year comene. 1304|WITHIN a lonely land 1304|A maiden went, 1304|To see for her the sun, 1304|And the soft moonlight, 1304|And hear the far off bell 1304|Toll aloud. 1304|On the wings of Night 1304|A maiden came: 1304|The moon shone over all, 1304|And over her the stars 1304|Were burning bright. 1304|Was she weary riding? 1304|Or was she in pain? 1304|She gazed about her, 1304|Then into her breast 1304|Her breast and its rest 1304|Her spirit went. 1304|It found soft rest 1304|In that deep breast, and grew 1304|To be a holy thing 1304|Where holy things might rest, 1304|A shrine of rest. 1304|I WILL light my lamp before thee, 1304|Bend lowly before me, 1304|Lest the bright flame should leave me 1304|And go out in the night. 1304|I will mount my steed before thee, 1304|Lest my rider miscarry, 1304|Lest the bright flame should wander 1304|And escape in the night. 1304|I will sing before thee, 1304|Lest my words should perish, 1304|And thou should'st lose my pity 1304|And leave not a single word. 1304|I will tell before thee 1304|All the pains of my heart, 1304|The words which I send to thee, 1304|To ease thee in silence. 1304|Let the light to-night depart, 1304|Tear the grey leaves from the branch, 1304|Let the grass redden in wrath 1304|Like an angry God. 1304|I WILL follow the night forever. 1304|I will sing before the sun 1304|The song of the old-time birds. 1304|I will climb the sky above me, 1304|I will hover a sinner, 1304|I will sit by my mother, 1304|I will listen to my sire. 1304|O, if thy heart can never 1304|Forget the loving eyes, 1304|What will it remember 1304|The smile of my mother, 1304|The quiet laugh of my sire? 1304|THE morning stars looked into mine eyes, 1304|And all my soul outrolled for thee. 1304|But the first night was dark, and the last, 1304|And the last wave of the night swept on 1304|From the dark clouds the last wave rolled up 1304|To a flame 1304|From heaven's altar 1304|And lit against the starlit skies 1304|The mountain of the world. 1304|All the stars that twinkle from night to night 1304|Are no more bright for me with night, 1304|And the soul that shines up for me and thee 1304|Is but the glow 1304|Of thy heart 1304|In a silent fire of glory. 1304|The flower that I planted with my kiss 1304|Was but a soul among souls. 1304|I, too, was a soul in a moment, 1304|And a soul will return to thee. 1304|I WAS once a wild flower 1304|That in June time grew, 1304|And when the June sun descended 1304|He scattered it everywhere 1304|With flowers like withered withes 1304|In spite of dew and dew; 1304|He left me then alone 1304|Among the wild flowers; 1304|But now I'm a white bird 1304|That flirts and shakes in the sun, 1304|And dances and yawls in the wind; 1304|With tufts of still hair 1304|That, shining through the trees 1304|Like withered ivy leaves, 1304|Over the gardens flow; 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 13040 ======================================== 41945|I have heard you in the old times, 41945|And still shall hear me. 41945|And you--you were our hope, 41945|When God's was found to say, 41945|We'll hold you for our pride 41945|And guard you through the years. 41945|We kept you from our pride; 41945|So, if you can, 41945|We'll have you for our sake. 41945|And we will keep you still, 41945|When you are gone. 41945|Your name we'll not remember, 41945|Our fame we'll not forget; 41945|For none whose name is written 41945|Can ever forget 41945|That day. 41945|It was the morning of a Sunday, and the chapel was busy; 41945|The children of the parish all were gathered in worship, 41945|All were waiting for the bell to ring the morning service, 41945|But one, the youngest was alone, it seems, and she shook 41945|At the fearful sound of the church-bell tolling--an echo 41945|From her room of ivy and of holly-bush. 41945|Her gown,--her white gown, hanging there so gaudily. 41945|A gaudy garb she wore, but underneath were tears of gristle. 41945|She said to the bell-boy as he tried to cheer her up, 41945|I mustn't cry, for my soul's in trouble; 41945|I mustn't wear the green,--it is so fearful to wear. 41945|To make it plain that she would have the little children play, 41945|But they cried and laughed in the merry way of girls who have a 41945|"Mother dear! I can't sing, dear, for that bell 41945|Is crying in my soul--can it die?" 41945|"Mother dear! I wonder mother dear! 41945|Does the old bell in the window die?" 41945|The little men came and brought their baskets of fruit and flowers, 41945|The boys and girls of the parish ran all together, 41945|And the choir boy played a little, and the trumpeter's voice was 41945|A solemn, sweet tune, and the children loved the song. 41945|Now, of all the songs she used to sing, this was by far the 41945|most beloved. 41945|It seemed to be a simple thing to do,--to sing the hymns that 41945|were dear to them. 41945|But the simple hymns had been sung and said awhile ago, 41945|And the children knew not what was going on,--would the bells 41945|say now more plain? 41945|They had brought so many flowers, and wreaths, and raiment for wear, 41945|That the bells had said with one note, "We will give them back again." 41945|Oh, that voice, with its strange song and its wonderful music, 41945|All the folk should hear it, and all the folk should see. 41945|She had sung so often that "every woman and child 41945|Should feel that she could sing as loud as she liked and as beautifully." 41945|Then the bells were all listening, and they heard no more, 41945|Till they heard, last night, the little singing lady singing. 41945|Then a great light flashed in the eyes of the child in the basket, 41945|And they raised their voices and sang round the child. 41945|It was joyous and loud in the church, and the bells were all 41945|I had a little friend, an angel child, 41945|And I loved him with a love as great 41945|As any child should feel. 41945|One day he came to me with his little face 41945|In a little way to frown, 41945|And I heard, by the world's ways, 41945|The heart-ache that was in his voice. 41945|And I bowed my head, and kissed his dear head, 41945|And he thought that his face was fair, 41945|And that his eyes were blue, and bright. 41945|We had a very long talk--and we prayed, 41945|And we watched the sun rise. 41945|We dreamed that in it shone an angel fair, 41945|And we hoped through it we would see. 41945|And we felt ======================================== SAMPLE 13050 ======================================== 1365|The man in a black mantle, 1365|The man who was dead, 1365|And the man who was living 1365|They all knew him, the singer, 1365|Saw him a moment, 1365|But could not say a word. 1365|"But the dead man who is living 1365|Will answer you," 1365|And, standing by him, he stood, 1365|And spake to him, 1365|"Say, from what land of the world 1365|Was this goodsport of thine?" 1365|He laughed and told his name; 1365|The man looked up, 1365|And his eyes were full of light, 1365|And he answered, "Gloriana! 1365|"In my land of the fair suns 1365|I was ship'smarter bred; 1365|I had not the heart to sail 1365|But I worked hard for my bread, 1365|And was never a slave. 1365|"And I work hard for my bread; 1365|Now I pray thee, O Prince! 1365|Hide me from thy sight! 1365|My eyes shall see the beauty 1365|Of my garments, once more, 1365|When I lead thee to a new land 1365|Of the moon and stars." 1365|He stopped; the other answered 1365|"Thou prayest well, my friend; 1365|God give thee a joy that can never 1365|Sink down into the dust!" 1365|The man went back to Thebes! 1365|And the song the bard continued: 1365|And the song went higher and higher 1365|Till at the top it rang,-- 1365|And a golden eagle soared from the sky, 1365|And sat with the sun, 1365|And all the others swan-white, 1365|And called upon the name of the god Apollo, 1365|And made the man a dove,-- 1365|And the song swam on and on, 1365|Till it ended in a quire, 1365|And rose with the rime of evening 1365|Upon the mountains green. 1365|He laid him down on a hill, 1365|And anon his soul did rise, 1365|And he sang a psalm as he lay, 1365|And he said, e'en unto the birds, 1365|"As a gift to my songs I bring 1365|Prophecy, spoken slowly and deep, 1365|That all things shall be well." 1365|And I heard him speak, and methought he saith, 1365|"As a gift the fowls of heaven shall bear." 1365|With a great voice, and marvelled 1365|For what the bard had wrought. 1365|For unto the birds, O great and wise Bird! 1365|Thus prophecy went on! 1365|Then unto the heart of the singer 1365|And said he, "Thus, of prophecy I bring 1365|What time the winds shall pass 1365|O'er the deeps of silence, and whisper still 1365|To the tall pines,--the great and quiet trees, 1365|And the soft, starry ferns: 1365|"That the great Sun of heaven shall take leave, 1365|And flee northward, when all things are well; 1365|And the great stars shall hide him there in the west, 1365|And vanish in the clouds." 1365|With a great voice, and answered him the Elfin, 1365|"I bring not gifts, but signs, 1365|That the world may be well!" 1365|And the Bird of the wild whistling 1365|Said with a great voice, and answered him the Elfin, 1365|"As a gift of wisdom and lore 1365|Fowls of the sky shall hide thee forevermore! 1365|Yea! forevermore!" 1365|The Elfin bowed him at midnight, 1365|And the pines at morning sung,-- 1365|"As I bade them at my bidding, 1365|Foolish Bird! the birds departed 1365|Afar from heaven! 1365|Surely they were but flowers, and now 1365|Like them have gone; 1365|They have ======================================== SAMPLE 13060 ======================================== 24405|All my thoughts of the distant past 24405|Come back to me. 24405|I am not quite alone 24405|Though I cannot see 24405|The pale moon shining in the wood 24405|A grey-green mist on the spray. 24405|I am not quite alone; 24405|I hear and hear again 24405|The wind moaning in the grass 24405|And singing a strange song-string. 24405|I stand and feel again 24405|Where the long grass swings, 24405|And the tree-tops like great maws 24405|Punch through the light. 24405|All the world is here again; 24405|The dead in a hundred lands, 24405|Their hands in the air, 24405|The great sea, the yellow land, 24405|The pale snow, the white snow blowing. 24405|The hills are strong with man's life, 24405|I hear again 24405|The thunder of the rain, the cry 24405|Of a frightened drowned town. 24405|I see the red fire crack and leap 24405|With a great red flare-stick 24405|Up through the trees, up through the trees; 24405|I hear again 24405|The sea moaning and singing in the trees, 24405|The sea moaning, singing, singing; 24405|The dead men are breathing far about 24405|Through all the sky. 24405|Here in the light of stars 24405|Where the red smoke flicks and glints 24405|Above the burning town. 24405|Here on the edge of the night, 24405|And high out in the heaven, 24405|And low in the starlight, where 24405|The vast grey waves are wide 24405|As skies of the moon that rise 24405|For a moment at a time. 24405|And there on the breast of the sea 24405|I watch the waves go by, 24405|And wonder, and wonder what 24405|They care for the dead men's heads 24405|Like white-washed churches. 24405|And out of the darkness 24405|Of the sea-cliffs green, 24405|And the grey high clouds 24405|Waving overhead, 24405|And the wild white waves 24405|Drowned in the moonlight's glow, 24405|I hear again 24405|The mad winds crying 24405|Over the wreck 24405|Of long-buried ships, 24405|And black ships of the time 24405|That were lost in the past 24405|And perished in the past 24405|For the winds that sang and cried 24405|And the stars that glowed and burned 24405|Where the white water ran. 24405|_"O mister, sir," she said; and she looked at him, 24405|"Come quickly, lest the school-room should be empty."_ 24405|_"_What can they mean by that black curtain?_" 24405|_He listened, and he opened his eyes. He had heard 24405|The whispers of the whispering house, and he heard 24405|The voices of the old. He opened his eyes. 24405|He saw the high moon over the lily-beds, 24405|And the wide-eyed moonlight on the tarry leas. 24405|He saw the tall green fir-tree by the hedge, 24405|And the old, black-boughed and white-breasted deer, 24405|And his own house in the village green. 24405|There was a sound of laughing and of play, 24405|And he heard the far-off sound of a distant drum 24405|Rolled down the silent street into his ears. 24405|He rose and walked across the empty walk, 24405|And in the light he saw his painted walls, 24405|Where he had seen a picture many a day 24405|And heard his antique clock strike. The old clock 24405|Whispered to him in the dusk--"Pasquarella, 24405|If this be so, in the next garden-bed 24405|You'll have a share with all the other boys." 24405|He walked across the painted garden-bed, 24405|He turned the grave and saw a young man there 24405|Whose face was all a man's and so he took him. ======================================== SAMPLE 13070 ======================================== 15370|In the summer, all on a spree, 15370|They danced 'em in a circle, 15370|For a laugh, and then they stopped 15370|To have a little tea-party; 15370|While each dance brought a tear 15370|From the eyes that looked it o'er. 15370|At first they danced up, 15370|And danced down, and danced down, 15370|In a circle, with a circle, 15370|All the while they talked amo'! 15370|But then they made up their minds 15370|That the fairest of all places-- 15370|As a pet-name for London,-- 15370|Is to marry a Londoner, 15370|In that circle of London; 15370|So the dance began again-- 15370|But they stopped, to smile, to cheer,-- 15370|To smile at our jokes, and quaver, 15370|To quaff, and to quaff, and to quaff, 15370|Till the merry Londoner 15370|Danced off in search of him, 15370|And found the dance no joke! 15370|In a circle, with a circle, 15370|All the while they talked amo'! 15370|How we laugh, and how we quiver 15370|When we see you laugh, in our glass! 15370|And how we cry, and how we sobb, 15370|When the Londoners weep, and smile, in glass! 15370|How we cry, and how we sobb, 15370|When the Londoners weep, and smile, in glass! 15370|There were three lovers in our town, 15370|And each said to the other, "You see 15370|He's not as tall as he is in his gown!" 15370|And they all went and wed just as the sun 15370|Was setting on some lonely hill! 15370|And we hear them saying, as they marry'd, 15370|That they were only three or four, 15370|And that they've been plenty married a year, 15370|But never so married twice! 15370|I can scarcely believe it, yet think 15370|It must be so, since I know what's true, 15370|But all the world's a-cold since three men wed! 15370|I know, since three ladies married just in 15370|One summer's noon-- 15370|As I think--before I was born. 15370|A lady, I believe, once said, 15370|"The sun is not there! 15370|The air is not cold-- 15370|The green leaf is not green-- 15370|I do believe the sun is not there!" 15370|And every man replied, "Nay, nay, 15370|Then lady, pray, 15370|Why in the earth should you be born?" 15370|And every maid replied, "Nay, nay, 15370|Then lady, pray 15370|Why in the wood should you be wed?" 15370|A lady once said, "The sea 15370|Is not loud 15370|When storms arise-- 15370|The waves are so rude-- 15370|You can hear, in the street, the sea!" 15370|"I heard the waves roar-- 15370|I heard the waters roar-- 15370|I was born!" 15370|"O lady, lady, O gentle lady!" 15370|"The tides rise and the winds fail, 15370|And the trees are all in the mud, 15370|And the ships are drifting to shore!" 15370|I was born and I have loved 15370|A little moment, a little while; 15370|I have loved a little while 15370|And the stars, for an hour, I have seen, 15370|I feel, like little voices, still; 15370|O little hours! 15370|I have loved a little while, 15370|I have loved to a bit and then forgot-- 15370|Then, little hours, I've gone 15370|And loved again. 15370|I know a little child, 15370|No more he knows what his dress is about, 15370|His dreams, and his thoughts, and all that; 15370|O, is his life much like ours, 15370|Who, having but some first-year chances, ======================================== SAMPLE 13080 ======================================== 1279|And I can't forget, tho', 1279|His voice's--oh it was a voice! 1279|And my heart has chanced upon, 1279|I have not met a woman 1279|With a happier, cheerless mind! 1279|Now I'm a-drifting, 1279|Full of wonder, full of grief; 1279|I can never be thinking 1279|Of the day when we met agen; 1279|But oft, before the night-fall, 1279|The thought steals softly o'er my heart! 1279|'Had I but ne'er been born, 1279|Had I but ne'er been here, 1279|I must hae felt the truth 1279|When I gazed upon thy face! 1279|Had I but ne'er been thine, 1279|It were better far, I think, 1279|I should hae been some other, 1279|But now I am thy dearest part. 1279|'Had I but ne'er been thine, 1279|Thou hast been a master half; 1279|Thou hast made me all thy care, 1279|And life and death are thine to spare: 1279|My hours from thee are few; 1279|And while thou dost thy service give, 1279|I'm thy every wish and need. 1279|'Did I but ne'er be thine, 1279|Thou should'st have made me thine, 1279|I might have bloom'd like other women, 1279|Sitting in thy couples shop. 1279|But now that I am thine, 1279|I shall be able to fulfil 1279|What thou didst not imagine, 1279|And while thou dost my being give, 1279|I'm thy every wish and need. 1279|'Wilt thou send me to see my mother? 1279|I cannot think it will be long, 1279|For I have so much to say, 1279|I can scarce, while I'm here, go mad.' 1279|'My child, my child, thou thought'st me not ill? 1279|I made thee up; there's no denying, 1279|Thou wert ill-natured before. 1279|Thou didst not think'st right, that I should be 1279|Aske wroth; but there thou art right! 1279|Now I am sick at heart, for I must needs, 1279|On t'other side with thee, to wend.' 1279|'Oh, what a dear cousin art thou, 1279|That thou should'st speak so vilely of me! 1279|Thou'rt young as I am, and come of kin, 1279|But thou art come of noble blood; 1279|I, like the commonest of clay, 1279|Am, like the lead, of whom thou art. 1279|Thy blood is made up of a thousand veins, 1279|And veins of noble blood are thine. 1279|But I have a noble mother, 1279|Full of the noble blood is she; 1279|The fairest of her sex, and the best wife, 1279|That e'er went under the sun; 1279|For she is all that I prize in aught, 1279|And she all that I badly can. 1279|'Now, since thou'rt of a noble blood, 1279|I will not have thee breed; 1279|But rather turn thee in a bow'r 1279|All through the vulgar brood, 1279|From morn till eventide. 1279|Therefore, if thou would'st see my face, 1279|Take care thou do not move. 1279|For none but she can answer me, 1279|Or guess what I reply; 1279|For I do think that she would much disarrange 1279|If I should ever reply to thee. 1279|'My daughter, I will tell thee 1279|What I have been, and do remain-- 1279|The father of my offspring; 1279|And the mother, whose offspring 1279|I have prophan'd and divided. 1279|The child I have prophan'd here, 1279|And here her offspring hath prophan'd, 1279|And he the better side ======================================== SAMPLE 13090 ======================================== 24869|For him the lord of men bewail’d. 24869|So when the king in words like these 24869|Was still with grief oppressed he spake: 24869|“The day of doom is come, O Monarch, 24869|And all the saints with one accord 24869|Shout forth the death-pangs which prevail. 24869|In sorrow I remember: these 24869|Are sad-eyed saints that hear me speak, 24869|Who watch each mourner’s life-blood draw 24869|Diseasous woes, where death and hell appear.” 24869|At the sad-eyed saints’ sad cry he died, 24869|And sank like water beneath the blast. 24869|Soon as he lay stricken to the ground, 24869|The mournful saints, o’ercome by pain, 24869|With one accord their troubles gave, 24869|And sorrowed for the King without a tongue. 24869|But Hanumán, in noble mind, 24869|Went forth and, in the words his sire, 24869|Had given his sire and his to guide 24869|The prince who came from banishment. 24869|And as an anxious soul is wont 24869|To seek for wisdom when it dies; 24869|The royal sire at length would speak, 24869|The prince to meet him, his beloved. 24869|“O come,” the lord of men cried, “if 24869|Thou hast the glory to have gained 24869|This precious treasure as an owner 24869|Of all it holds, and with it brought, 24869|Come, come, and let us meet to-day.” 24869|Canto LXX. The Chariot Of Wisdom. 24869|Then the wise man, on his feet o’erthrown, 24869|Seeking a foot, by every sense 24869|Lulled, and with his utmost faculties 24869|Blind to the fixt alarm and pain, 24869|His senses thus with Sítá, Ráma, 24869|Delighting in the story told, 24869|While from his seat on high, rejoiced 24869|To see the hero’s rapid pace, 24869|With Sítá neath his eyes again 24869|Awaits him, and with her he greets. 24869|While one like lightning came and gone 24869|Outstripped and from him Ráma flew, 24869|And Sítá, as the wind ascends 24869|The cloud that flings it off with might. 24869|As when a man is charioteer 24869|Who meets some mighty torrent rained 24869|Upon him from the river’s height, 24869|Bearing his load upon his back, 24869|Toiling to climb the mountain’s brow: 24869|So on the flood his way he bent 24869|With Sítá at each steady aid. 24869|He felt the water beneath his feet: 24869|He turned him to the river’s side. 24869|Then at a bound, a mighty wave 24869|Tossed by the wind’s tremendous force 24869|Whose speed in water was so scant 24869|His body, Ráma in the sea 24869|The mighty torrent washed, and passed 24869|With Sítá by his side, and drowned. 24869|Then Ráma in his spirit chose 24869|The road that best his strength would plenish: 24869|And by his sire’s behest urged 24869|That Sítá in the river stayed. 24869|But, Rávaṇ, in his evil breast 24869|Presently he weighed this thought: 24869|To Ráma, with the thought possessed, 24869|His way was not prepared: 24869|So Ráma to the river’s side 24869|Turned; and Sítá by his side 24869|A while he followed. Then the air 24869|Was filled with darkness. Then his feet 24869|Were fain, unable to ascend. 24869|Then Sítá to his senses came. 24869|She turned to Ráma, as was fit 24869|The rule of woman, loving friend ======================================== SAMPLE 13100 ======================================== May be, 35553|And never, as a matter of course, 35553|Should I again attempt to say 35553|What may or may not have occurred, 35553|Which is quite at variance to 35553|The present circumstance." 35553|"Now," said the man, "by what courtesy 35553|I now am taught by heaven, 35553|I'll silence you; but do not mind, 35553|You're certainly a pest." 35553|"I've no right to talk so, sir"-- 35553|Said the man, not daring more to go, 35553|But just made up a cruel joke, 35553|(As the gentleman remarked), 35553|For the man had often said, 35553|In the past few years, that he had heard 35553|Many a thing and little worth 35553|Which is fairly unheard of now, 35553|And he deemed these things a very great thing. 35553|But if you do refuse to leave 35553|The old house, I wish you the best 35553|Of all possible places." 35553|"A word must be said, I know," 35553|Said the poor man, "you will find it hard. 35553|But what is the use of talking now? 35553|Now is the time when I should wish you gone, 35553|Or I fear that the little to-morrow 35553|You'll be asking me, in all their glee, 35553|Will never be uttered by an Englishman. 35553|Besides, if 'tis nothing beside 35553|We have come to these walls of ours, 35553|All so full of trouble, I can't see 35553|Why we should ever so much trouble leave. 35553|Now, we all are coming home again, 35553|So, there 's no other way but this: 35553|When we have gone home through these doors, 35553|The day will be quite as the same. 35553|It is not now, it is not then, 35553|That I must go, and you must go; 35553|But we both must agree to wait. 35553|And I swear, before we part, 35553|On all matters, as I said, 35553|You must take care not at all, 35553|As I said, not then leave me, 35553|And I never will speak with you. 35553|So I will take my leave." 35553|And at half-past twelve, 35553|He came, as a man might hope, 35553|Back with his wife, 35553|And with the other clerk. 35553|So the poor man 35553|Was out of step, in life's measure, 35553|With the course of his own fate. 35553|Now he knew quite well 35553|That, if he were not dead 35553|Before the day, 35553|And had some one made him see 35553|What he had seen, 35553|Not alone 35553|He would be left for a time 35553|With the wretch 35553|Who had treated him so cruelly. 35553|So he turned to pray, 35553|As he knew he should do, 35553|"Please God, that I 35553|May, when I am better, find 35553|Someone to do 35553|The good the old man had of old, 35553|And who will not leave me so! 35553|I do not wish to part 35553|With that old house, in life's measure, 35553|But I fear that, when I am better, 35553|They will still have me so. 35553|May God who had made them then 35553|So loving, and so kind, 35553|For so many, alas! 35553|Make them not weep 35553|When I go hence 35553|And am come to my final state, 35553|As I feared when I was younger." 35553|So the door was shut, so the window flung back, 35553|As he to his wife bent low to his heart, 35553|Who heard him, and saw no longer his face: 35553|But she thought he was dreaming for a space: 35553|He thought she should be there, too, and that no one 35553|Would hear him say "It is my brother John." 35553|But ======================================== SAMPLE 13110 ======================================== 3160|"Now from yon height, and from the shore of the deep, 3160|The mighty Eblis leaps; for he can bring 3160|No land to float beneath his billows green." 3160|The king, with thanks, the vessel hastens to bring; 3160|He leads the way, nor waits till the pilot flew. 3160|And now, through heaven-born gates, they land on ground. 3160|On either side are scenes of living flame: 3160|Where the fair temples of the God of Day 3160|Their sparkling spires embrace, or grace the height: 3160|The blazing roofs and the divine empois'd 3160|The God of war attends, that the air hews 3160|To narrow compass, and the hollow deeps 3160|Fierce-hammer'd from the skies, his ample form 3160|The godlike manly form exults to share; 3160|Nor more the king but watches and adores; 3160|With wondrous power he grasps the lofty beam, 3160|And with superior roar of joy inspires. 3160|As o'er the waves his waves the seaman bears, 3160|Till on their utmost farthest bounds he ends; 3160|Thus, from our eyes the dazzling light he throws, 3160|And now, in this fair city of your lands, 3160|The sacred name of Ilion is reveal'd. 3160|Then first I hail'd thee, then first from the shore 3160|The sacred name of Troy, I hail'd thee King; 3160|Now you, O mighty Sovereign, by my song 3160|Shall ring in every grove round about. 3160|"Oh for the sire Ulysses' memory, 3160|The father's honour, and the son's! for these, 3160|And all that loved him, when our bravest fled! 3160|Now when Ulysses' lofty spirit glows, 3160|When Jove is pleased, and all the gods in prayer 3160|Hail him a king!" Here sinking in his pain 3160|His strength, he weeps and sobs. To whom the king; 3160|"Oh no! the voice of fame is on my side, 3160|The voice of man, and all those daring deeds, 3160|My sire's and yours. But hear, my son! for thou, 3160|How great thou art and fond! I never saw, 3160|Not of your race, the birth of that strong arm 3160|Which in your future hopes shall bless us all. 3160|How can I hope a nation shall consent 3160|(Ere my fair form be vanish'd), to thy reign? 3160|Aye to be wretched, and to see thee die! 3160|This is my only hope; but still I mourn 3160|At heart-bounded fate and thee; for thou, 3160|By fate or nature (as, alas! she planned), 3160|For the most fatal doom must come to die." 3160|Thus to his griefs the sire, while his cheeks burn, 3160|Wept for his son so loved, and loved so well: 3160|Yet, ere the funeral rites were finish'd, 3160|The king himself the golden crown unbound, 3160|And from his robe unfixt the flowing vest! 3160|And, seated 'mid the heroes of his race, 3160|Bids the full choir resound the sweet recitation 3160|Of hymns that honour'd Ilion's lofty dome. 3160|O'er those loud choirs, a sacred awe he throws, 3160|And all his kindred, while he sung, implor'd. 3160|Then thus began. "O heroes great of name! 3160|O men illustrious in the hour of fame! 3160|O men of arms, that at thy hands were fir'd 3160|By hostile hand or hostile spear! whose might 3160|Strikes the just terror of the gods, who know 3160|No partial pity, but a just disdain! 3160|E'en hence ye saw my brother's fall, when ne'er 3160|The godlike Hector in his warlike breast 3160|Appear'd to challenge, or to fight for fame: 3160|Him then, with many a bright visible shield, 3160|Beside Achilles stood in martial ======================================== SAMPLE 13120 ======================================== 21016|To live for ever in the Land of Peace!-- 21016|But we are not of our fathers; 21016|For in the Land of Peace, 21016|We live a life unknown to him, 21016|While the King and his subjects are dead. 21016|_"_O that my life had been 21016|The garlands of the Queen 21016|I would have thrown for her delight!_"-- 21016|_O that she had been 21016|In my bosom, my only one!--_ 21016|The Queen is dead, the Queen's dead, 21016|The King will never reign again; 21016|The dead lie in their glory, 21016|But I am not a pilot 21016|To the grave of my beloved Queen!_ 21016|I will sail to her grave,--but the way may be 21016|All in vain, for they cannot stir the dead; 21016|A little while ago the grave shut out the sea, 21016|And now the sea opens under my sails. 21016|I have heard the knell of Lynn 21016|From the beach of Taffy, 21016|A sound as of the beat of the surf 21016|On the cliff of Haguenay. 21016|And then the warning knell 21016|Of the lonesome Pict there, 21016|Who died at the foot of the tomb 21016|In the ancient village of Loumotte. 21016|But the next night at al! 21016|The last of all the dead, 21016|I was on the sea first! 21016|For on that little stone-bound promontory 21016|I set my foot, I and thousands of my men. 21016|In the night of bloody Fate 21016|The lonesome wind blew down; 21016|The morning came with all things bright 21016|But could not tame the tide of blood. 21016|In the last days of Richard's reign 21016|The Duke of Cumberland lay 21016|Beneath the sea-wall with a crown 21016|That fell not from the realm of Niefershore. 21016|In the land of Niefershore 21016|There were young heroes bred, 21016|But the best and the brightest and bravest gone, 21016|They are now lying on the ocean wave. 21016|And there's no voice that calls to them 21016|From that far-off island: 21016|'Tis not from the hall of House Simeon 21016|Or from Taffy the fisher king, 21016|Or from the fields of Yoland; 21016|'Tis the wind that cries, and the water that dies, 21016|And "Let there be peace on the ocean wave." 21016|The sea rises up for a moment, 21016|And the stars come out, and the tide comes in; 21016|The tide goes out for a time ere it 21016|Rolls back the shores of Flanders 21016|Into Flanders' back again; 21016|Into Flanders' back again 21016|And past the hills of Fleury, 21016|And all that Flanders hath of shame. 21016|A faint south-wind, the wind of morning, 21016|Wanders over the green ocean waves. 21016|A faint south-wind, from lands of woe 21016|Coming o'er the sea we come. 21016|The Isle of Flanders is dark with weeds, 21016|A sombre land doth Flanders now appear, 21016|All stained from wars and carnage of years, 21016|Till the little state of Jamotte 21016|Strews her dark brows with rose-leaves. 21016|The house of Fleury has shut the door, 21016|But never a light from God is there; 21016|And over the white-walled field of fields 21016|The sunbeams go adawning. 21016|The Isle of Flanders lies lone and drear 21016|Beneath the rolling sea, far, far away; 21016|The winds are in her pathway, wherefore sing? 21016|The stars are in her hand. 21016|How slowly rolls the sea! 21016|Giddy in the sunshine on a tiny cot 21016|In the far-away, ======================================== SAMPLE 13130 ======================================== 25953|That a child could steal his milk, 25953|And not seek to plunder him." 25953|Then the youthful Joukahainen 25953|Grew so pale, and, looking at him, 25953|Grew so wan, and he could not 25953|Remain unchanged in attitude, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"O thou fairest, mighty Goddess, 25953|With the fairest pair of daughters, 25953|Come once more to Pohjola's court, 25953|Come to see the king consult there 25953|And the mighty monarch, Väinämöinen." 25953|Then said Pohjola's old Mistress, 25953|And addressed the hero sternly, 25953|"Go ye home to rest there silently, 25953|For the time I know you cannot 25953|Take the milk from out the linden, 25953|For from thy locks there is the butter, 25953|And from thine cheeks the butter comes, 25953|Therefore I come to see you there." 25953|But the hero, Joukahainen, 25953|Then returned, with courage full of vigour, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"No, indeed, I do not desire that! 25953|Wherefore should a man do as you say, 25953|And take away the milk and butter 25953|From the linden, O your mistress' daughter?" 25953|Then the old Mistress, spake in answer, 25953|"Nay, nor that, such words to speak! 25953|He shall cut the butter up small, 25953|And the linden in two shall make it, 25953|From the butter in the butter-breadth, 25953|And from fat again the butter make it, 25953|And from sable may make the milk of wheat. 25953|"Butter, that I take and safely let it 25953|From the linden, O thine own offspring, 25953|From thy own tender cheeks let butter, 25953|From thy own fat cheeks let butter be." 25953|Then the youthful Joukahainen, 25953|Forth he quickly sped to where he stood, 25953|And the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Lifted up his hand unto the butter, 25953|From the butter-breadth made the milk of wheat. 25953|Thus he put the milk into the breast, 25953|Lifted up the milk from out the butter, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"Now the milk, o thou well-grown butter, 25953|I must take, and give to Pohja, 25953|For my mother's father's cattle, 25953|And I give them to the Lapp Matsoe, 25953|With the milk that from my hips flows." 25953|Thus the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|He the great primeval sorcerer, 25953|Hastened off, and hastened homeward, 25953|O'er the broadest bridge of Jumala, 25953|Through the longest portal of Pohja. 25953|When they came upon the pathway, 25953|And they saw afar the cattle, 25953|And the cattle at the distance, 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|Home returning, lifted up his voice, 25953|And exclaimed in words like these, 25953|"O thou aged Väinölähö, 25953|Now my mother's herd is brought there, 25953|In the milk of ripe the butter, 25953|Thus the milk to Jumala given. 25953|If from out the linden sprouted, 25953|At my heart should fall the worm-worm, 25953|I should know it well the moment, 25953|And would hasten straightway homeward, 25953|To my father's land to seek him." 25953|To the forest road then spoke he, 25953|To the forest home he hastened. 25953|Gifted one was the old wizard, 25953|And the young it was who followed. 25953|And the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|Rocked the horse at ease in ease ======================================== SAMPLE 13140 ======================================== 1728|this in the house, to go abroad from the gates and come in. I will go too 1728|then; I will go myself and sit at the board above the ale, and 1728|shall be the best and most valiant of all the 1728|women and chosen men who have come in after me. Even so for 1728|two hours shall I be honoured and praised beyond all men else, 1728|for they have slain me. Now, therefore, the suitors will be 1728|troubled not otherwise than I have been; for even one, if 1728|he be not false, may do it much more. If these things be 1728|true as I tell you, I will be with you to-morrow night, and 1728|will be thy fellow-servant. Now I bid you a good supper, and 1728|go to bed soon, and let us make merry, for this night we 1728|will go to bed even ere the horned son of Odysseus has taken 1728|leave of the swine-herd Laertes.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered him, saying: 'Ulysses, 1728|no mortal man, even of the gods that lie above, might wish to 1728|have a share in matters of this world. Nay, even thou the 1728|noblest of all men will be as a common thing, an idle and 1728|incomparable thing, even to the maid Calypso of the 1728|Achaeans, king of all the sea-girt isles. For she was all 1728|bravest in her art and cunning, and a goddess too, and many men 1728|brought her from Crete, or with their ships brought her; for 1728|none of them would lay aside his craft and cunning, if she 1728|were to take my wife for ever. Yea, and she would make 1728|warrant for him any way she might, and set the feast before 1728|all; wherefore I will answer and let thy mother know it. But she 1728|hath a word in charge with many an oath, if she will listen to 1728|me. Yea, she has an old and skillful bard, the renowned 1728|Phaeacians, that sing how men live in the house of a 1728|god, in long halls, or by the benches of the gods. So let 1728|me now sing her how to give ear unto her wooers.' 1728|Then wise Telemachus answered him, and said: 'Hard is it in 1728|hereafter to be concerned for womankind unrighteously, as 1728|I say, and we shall lose our goodly house. And it had but 1728|come to ruin so that all our friends were driven away, and 1728|our goodly neighbours. But come, we will not go to a new residence 1728|hereafter. Now it lies beyond all roads from Ithaca and 1728|the ships of men, where dwell the far-renowned 1728|herdsmen, skilled herders of the cattle, the men who keep 1728|the hills and flocks, and are the lords of all the 1728|souls of men. Now if Odysseus should come within the 1728|pits, beholding all this evil fate, I deem that he would 1728|dear my company to eat and drink, and that I will give 1728|him a feast all hallowed, that he be glad at heart when he 1728|comes home again.' 1728|He spake and sat him down. Then the dear son of Nestor arose 1728|and took the spear of bronze, well wrought, with a 1728|twisted hilt, and put the shield underneath. And he bound 1728|A wool white as a sheaf; the shield was of yellow gold, 1728|and the spear of bronze was cunningly carved, and a fair 1728|chaplet of it he bound with bright blue wool, and gave it 1728|to the wooers, who came in and took it in their hands, 1728|and sat down again. But Odysseus with a loud voice spake to 1728|the wooers and bade them be no longer long to listen, the 1728|wooers, nor let any of them go to the ship, for he was 1728|n ======================================== SAMPLE 13150 ======================================== 29345|We're only on the ground floor, then, you know, 29345|And the stairs are near the ground below, 29345|And they've been climbing up the stairs since day 29345|Longing to come down and see the light.-- 29345|So, we'll get off easy, maybe, we think, 29345|If we keep on going higher and higher. 29345|I think we should go down to the cellar-- 29345|We can stand as long as we like in there. 29345|There's some to cover, and some to stay away.-- 29345|But we'll see if I can make it take the air 29345|When it comes time to go on. 29345|I'm going to lie down, 29345|And take it easy. 29345|And while I lie, 29345|I'll think about the day. 29345|And, oh! some things, 29345|I can remember: 29345|What it looked like 'round the corner, 29345|When there was no smoke above us, 29345|And I was barefoot; 29345|And the light in the street below us, 29345|And the birds and the clouds a-flying; 29345|And the rain outside, too, 29345|And the thunder and the lightning 29345|And the bang of the rain on the window, 29345|And the ripple of the water 29345|On the sinker and the riser. 29345|And a little thing or two 29345|Something at the door, 29345|Just to keep away a shadow. 29345|I love the children, 29345|And I love to help them, 29345|But I'll lie on the grass, 29345|And watch till they go from me, 29345|The little children 29345|Just when they grow up. 29345|All night long and every night, 29345|I lay so snug and dark and warm 29345|That, if I let myself to dream, 29345|Something would keep awake in me 29345|Sitting watching at the gate, 29345|Watching and waiting 29345|Till I won. 29345|I would not have them at my side, 29345|But I'll wear out the rest of days 29345|With looking over my shoulder, 29345|Watching and waiting and wishing 29345|Till they grow up and are mine. 29345|I'll be their elder brother: 29345|They shall guide and lead the line, 29345|I'll have no one else to pray for 29345|And they shall have that one prayer 29345|They shall have that one prayer 29345|Till they grow up into men. 29345|I'll go back to the forest 29345|With them from the river and from the lake. 29345|And, under all my other brothers, 29345|I'll always keep my brother on. 29345|When I'm old enough-- 29345|O, I can wait! 29345|I'll wait beside them, 29345|And watch till they are old enough 29345|To be my elder brother. 29345|But when they grow up 29345|And start to learn and to work and to play, 29345|When they are wise and able, 29345|I'll put on my wise old cap and gown, 29345|And let myself to hear him speak 29345|With all the other elders 29345|And never cease to wish him 29345|As his elder brother. 29345|And that's why it's ready-- 29345|How far away! 29345|And, by God, when they are through school, 29345|They will go away, 29345|And I don't know where the children are 29345|Because I've never seen them yet.-- 29345|They'll always be his elder brother, 29345|Till they get to work or back at home 29345|With their pretty dolls and their little boys 29345|And all their other toys and sports and games. 29345|And if I'm old enough to be a priest 29345|They'll run about the country with me still, 29345|And never get tired of my hands and knees 29345|And all their other chores and daily cares. 29345|"I know where the children are!" said the King. 29345|"Who was his father?" asked the ======================================== SAMPLE 13160 ======================================== 2615|I would that some might be aware of this truth, 2615|And have compassion upon a sad nation; 2615|That some may tremble for their country's shame, 2615|And some may smile in future odes and rhymes; 2615|And each may wonder at his own beloved rhymes, 2615|For now the public eye is turning to _W. P. O._.] 2615|Th' externation of the royal dignity 2615|For the encouragement of our _Culterisms_, 2615|Has made me, my dear sir, myself, at last 2615|In order to express the grateful wish 2615|I kiss your very gracious dust--as well 2615|I may from you, my dear sir! 2615|With affectionate kisses, 2615|Your very good sir, 2615|"The late Mr. Nokes of St. Andrews, 2615|Who has a noble spirit, but is lame, is much to my satisfaction, 2615|and much to my cold and lame heart. His good poetry is so divine, 2615|that it will not soon be forgotten; and I think we have not yet 2615|been unworthy of him: he is likewise an angel, like the other 2615|in the _Babes in the bark_. There is a poem, but I cannot print 2615|it, which was printed of late in the _Ithaca_." 2615|It was, said Lunt, 2615|"a pleasant thing 2615|In my time to live by one's self, 2615|And all of you to keep me company. 2615|But now I can do no more, as I can not stand 2615|on my feet; so go and take your ease, 2615|As many men have done before you." 2615|"To-morrow is the last day 2615|I can look into the sun, 2615|Come and behold our new-made lamp, 2615|And its bright, new-made bark of oak 2615|Which is to light their way!" 2615|I am ready, dear sir, 2615|With my heart and my brains, 2615|To hear all about your new-made lamp, 2615|But if you would talk to me, 2615|I wish you would go to some other tree, 2615|Where there is not one one but speaks, 2615|"A good evening, good sir, 2615|(All in unison,) 2615|We're glad you are here; 2615|I fear, for you to be so weak, 2615|You have not had 2615|Time enough to look at our bark, 2615|To see our bark, 2615|All of us, 2615|Lamp-worthy. 2615|You need not make such digression, 2615|For the bark is to make the lamp 2615|So quick, 2615|That it may shine 2615|Through the day 2615|And all night through. 2615|To-morrow is the last day 2615|You can look into the sun, 2615|Come and behold our new-made lamp, 2615|And the tender, little words 2615|It softly says. 2615|And that same evening, when I go to bed, 2615|You'll come to me with the lamp, 2615|And with kisses light my brow, sir, 2615|You'll come to me, sir, and place it 2615|Beside me there; 2615|And so you'll stay, 2615|And cherish this for aye! 2615|For who would otherwise 2615|Than look at the lamp? 2615|There is a candle in my heart, sir, 2615|Which always burns in the night, sir, 2615|To bring sweet peace to my breast, sir; 2615|But it is not by you that I mean to be beloved. 2615|(He lights the candle a seaman puts the cloth upon it.) 2615|Is a seaman puts the cloth upon it? 2615|(He lights the candle.) 2615|'Tis a great sea of beauty, 2615|I would it had a place-- 2615|The ocean with stars 2615|Of every hue, 2615|Moons at their leisure 2615|Dancing in the sky-- 2615 ======================================== SAMPLE 13170 ======================================== 1279|And then we met and clapt our backs; 1279|The fire was blawn and cauld, 1279|The deevil was bli'd. 1279|He clap'd his spavie-spent hands in his coat, 1279|And he foughten fast; 1279|The deevil stacher than a hawker's haill, 1279|While a' their hizzies swank were out. 1279|His spavie-spent hands were in his coat, 1279|That blawed, like a gallant's hame; 1279|And he fougten fast i' the fire. 1279|O, was there a heart but young, 1279|And was there no wight but true, 1279|That could not be eath and proud, 1279|I' the haughs o' the deil? 1279|Tune--"Oh! that I wadna gie them my face." 1279|The deil awa' sae fley'd an' thin' 1279|That durst lo'e me: 1279|A waistie dog nae mair could spier 1279|About me. 1279|Nae mercy sall glour on me, 1279|E'r gie me leave to sayn; 1279|Nae mercy sall glour on me 1279|Wi' a' that I hae said. 1279|I love my love, I love my love, 1279|Wid a pouf to buy; 1279|For ance or ance or an' e'ry ane, 1279|I luvit nane but thee. 1279|I'll never hae, I'll never hae, 1279|That face sae like a saucus; 1279|I ken that breathit skirlit skirl, 1279|An' e'en that face sae saucus; 1279|Tho' a' should fa' owre ane an' four, 1279|I wadna tak' a haucus. 1279|O, I'm gaun to my lodgings gay, 1279|Wi' my boys and my Kate; 1279|For there's nane but my Mary my ain, 1279|To gie to my Ryan. 1279|I love my love, I love my love, 1279|Oh, that I wadna gie 'm, 1279|To haur thee wi' a heart like a saucer, 1279|An' a' that I ha' said! 1279|The deil a' luck can gie a face 1279|To a woman that's coy! 1279|Or a woman guilt-spotted as me! 1279|That's a' the gain. 1279|That face of its has haunted my mind 1279|An' it'll haunt my ain; 1279|As the lave thrang the shearers see, 1279|And the auld an' young. 1279|My ain dear Mary, can ye gang 1279|To your Ryan hame? 1279|Lammies, let me gang to thee, 1279|My ain dear Mary. 1279|Then ilk kennie knows how to bide 1279|The weight o' care; 1279|An' the auld an' young 1279|Wad gang the Ward on a Sunday morn, 1279|And noo they lo'e thee best. 1279|I'll buy a cap, and a tunic brown, 1279|And a pair o' gloves, 1279|An' anither a silk stocking sett 1279|On thy knee o' thee; 1279|But they'll never come ilka mite 1279|The bonie lammie se'ker. 1279|Oh, I'll gang wi' a' my heid, 1279|An' to the warl' I will speed; 1279|The warl' wi' her a' hersel 1279|I'm a' the throttle. 1279|Gin ye should gang owre far, 1279|Let my lane-laddie be sae ba'? 1279|She, gin ye should come hame frae me, 1279|She'll let the needle in her heart. 1279|Oh, I'll gang wi ======================================== SAMPLE 13180 ======================================== 1365|The morn is fresh and fair, 1365|The air is pure and free, 1365|And sweet the smile that rings 1365|Along the valley's side. 1365|Hear the lark when morning husheth the hours, 1365|And husheth all the woods; 1365|Hear the lark with jubilant voice proclaim: 1365|"I am the Lord thy God!" 1365|Then in ecstasy of joy arise, 1365|Lift up the cup to Him, 1365|And say: "I give that pilgrim's portion, 1365|And daily I will give 1365|Henceforth a portion of thy joy!" 1365|Lo, the Lord is a master-builder, 1365|And all His work is good; 1365|How many thousand little works 1365|Are yet awaiting His decree! 1365|Who can tell to what great purpose 1365|Each little word may point? 1365|To the great purpose and highest, 1365|Whither He would lead us all; 1365|That we, His children, in His praise, 1365|May be more like Him, and better. 1365|Let us sing praises with heart and voice, 1365|For the great purpose saith 1365|In all His songs and holy writings, 1365|"Lift up the cup and say!" 1365|Whatsoever of evil is done, or hard, 1365|Or suffer, O my country! the evil must be wrought; 1365|And do thou as I would that others should be free, 1365|And as to me, do thou as thou wouldst thou shouldest. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them is served, 1365|That once more 1365|In the free land go 1365|On the side of liberty! 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them is served, 1365|At the time of harvest comes 1365|The harvest home; 1365|At harvest comes 1365|The harvests all. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them, 1365|That once more 1365|In the harvest home comes again. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them is served; 1365|They know at harvest comes 1365|The harvest's here, 1365|The harvest's home, 1365|Then sing with joy, 1365|Who know not harvest here. 1365|Oh! the people's cause by them, 1365|That once again 1365|In the harvest home again. 1365|"A little while I stay'd at home," 1365|Said little Tommy to his mother; 1365|"A little while I stay'd at home." 1365|Said many a lad at home, "But why? 1365|Where will my daddy be to-night!" 1365|"Oh, don't look there, my pretty laddie; 1365|It won't be there," the lad said; 1365|"I'm going to bed now; his ship is gane 1365|And he has a gun to take it home." 1365|"Oh, dear me! Oh, dear me! 1365|What will become of him?" 1365|"I ween he'll tak' a canoe, 1365|And sail o'er the river o'er; 1365|And as fast as he can he'll git back 1365|To his good little blacksmith lad; 1365|For he's a good little blacksmith lad." 1365|"Oh, well-a-day! a little while I stay 1365|At home and wait for him; 1365|I'll soon come back to see him come in, 1365|And see him deck'd up so gay." 1365|"How bravely grows the forest green; 1365|And the birds sing so loud and sweetly there, 1365|It fills my heart with triumphless delight, 1365|To hear them singing o'er meadow and stream. 1365|There's joy in every joyous vein, 1365|I feel it in my very marrow-grin; 1365|To be near him, to behold him there, 1365|Is like being loved." 1365|"Oh, come unto me." 1365|He did and found a simple stone, 1365|And round ======================================== SAMPLE 13190 ======================================== 3255|To give her way. 3255|She is not known to-day by any; 3255|For the winds keep an even ear to her. 3255|No sound comes from the wood to-night, 3255|Save one that sweeps by by her room: 3255|Her soul is in the moon, that, she knows, 3255|Has touched it with the ray it sheds on 3255|Her love. 3255|She was to know 3255|How cold the sun would be to-night, 3255|And what a gale would do to her. 3255|So, she went not forth this day, 3255|But sat beside the door. 3255|The moonlight touched her, and she said to me 3255|It was a dream that she had dreamed this year, 3255|And she did not dream how late it was. 3255|The night was dark, and it was still, 3255|And the window would not open still, 3255|And I could not leave the room. 3255|The wind was heavy against the tree, 3255|And the trees had moved. 3255|'Twas hard to move from where she was 3255|When she knew no more, 3255|And I stood at the window-sill, 3255|Knowing there might no spring. 3255|Yet still I stood there, I could see that plain 3255|From whence my ear could hear 3255|The voice of one who loved my home. 3255|He called me, in his dream, 3255|As I stood by the window-sill: 3255|"Go, tell the lily-tree 3255|I love and wait for her, 3255|And call her down and say 3255|How much I would like to know 3255|If it should bloom this day!" 3255|I knew no harm in waiting there. 3255|It was not long 3255|Before a voice came from the height 3255|That swung and shook her. "My dear 3255|And love is dying. She 3255|Would take her place if she might, 3255|But she lives as if no day 3255|Were ever afoot! What can I do 3255|To give her hope?" And then 3255|Wept to the window-sill with her - 3255|But she was a long way thence. 3255|Her love is gone from thee, 3255|She loves not more, and so 3255|She needs more than one 3255|To live for her alone, 3255|As she lives for her still. 3255|If she had only stood 3255|'Tween the windy tree and me, 3255|She would have smiled, and found 3255|What she needs most now: 3255|A garden of warm green 3255|By a river wide, 3255|And a mother's love to rest within and without! - 3255|It is in the garden growing. 3255|And a mother's love--I know not where 3255|Or how she knew it - 3255|'Tis the sun of all the stars above, 3255|So white, so ever-pure, 3255|And if the flower-like dew of night 3255|On it had fallen, then 3255|The mother's love would still remain. 3255|And if it were not there 3255|It would not stay. And the world's 3255|The wan green shadow of her song 3255|Lost in the grass, 3255|Of her heart-songs she was dead. 3255|But if her heart were still, 3255|And her song still shone so bright 3255|That its song 3255|Had never been faded out, 3255|How could she now the song have known 3255|That she should be dead? 3255|I do not say all things, 3255|Nor seek all things. I only choose 3255|Here to say such things, 3255|Which I know all things well, because 3255|My thoughts were thus of yore 3255|When I was a child of nine years old. 3255|I told them, then, the secret of my thoughts, 3255|Sitting on a spring of water-lilies 3255|That had no name, and only a splash ======================================== SAMPLE 13200 ======================================== 17270|He made a quill, and wrote his name on the Pen. 17270|For all that hee may live he shall be thanked, 17270|And I mourne the burthen that his bate may shew, 17270|That he doth my bodie all that he can say, 17270|Of his brest, of his burthen, of his bigness, 17270|My hart, my head, my face, my nose, my chin, 17270|My lips, my chin, my throat, my iourney, my gree, 17270|My brest, my hand, my brest, my hand, my brest, my ey, 17270|My face, my iourney, my age, my ioy, my age, my iuy, 17270|My age, my age, my ioy, my age, my ȝe, my fere, 17270|My fere, my ijoye, my ijoye, my ioy, my fere, 17270|My ijoye, my age, my ijoye, my ȝe, my myke, 17270|My age, my age, my ioy, my hart, my hart, my ey, 17270|My ijoye, my hart, my ijoye, my hart, my ey, 17270|My chyldren, my brethren, ou{er} my hart, ou{er} my hart, 17270|My hart, my chyldren, ouer my hart, ouer my hart, 17270|My harte, my hede, my ioye, my ioye, my ioye, 17270|My bosome, my bosom, my ioye, my ioye, my eate, 17270|My myke, my bosome, my holt, my holt, my het, my thre, 17270|My ioy, my holt, my het, my holt, my het, my hale, 17270|My ioy, my holt, my holt, my hale, my myke, my hete, 17270|My dowghter, my husband, my husband, my dowght, 17270|My body, my body, and my ioye, my body, 17270|My dame, my dame, my husband, my dowghttyr, my dowght, 17270|The which I sing them in hym rych w{i}t{h} sing fow, 17270|To hym who took care of them when he went oure. 17270|From hence hee has the fayth, and joye, and hete, 17270|And Iate, and health, and hete, and joye, 17270|And my hart, but now my hart and ioye, 17270|My ioy, my ioye, my ioye, my ioye, my hart, 17270|My hart, my Ioy, my ioye, my Ioye, my chylde, 17270|My body, my body, my ioye, my ioye, 17270|My chefe, my chefe, my chefe, my chylde, my myke, 17270|My ioye, my ioye, my ioye, my ioye, my hart, 17270|My hart, my ioye, my hart, my ioye, my het, 17270|My hart, my joye, my joye, my joye, my het, 17270|My loke, my loke, my chefe, my chefe, my cheste, 17270|My herte, my herte, my herte, my joye, my herte, 17270|My herte, my herte, my joye, my joye, my hete, 17270|My hart, my hart, my joye, my joye, my hete. 17270|From hence hee has solempne strength and strength, 17270|In strengthe of his body, his head, his ey, 17270|In strengthe of his body, his limbs he keies, 17270|In strengthe of his limbs in ioy, his herte, 17270|And makes ======================================== SAMPLE 13210 ======================================== 28591|To all the poor; 28591|And God is good, 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though all the earth 28591|Be full of sorrow, 28591|The Lord is good, 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though many days may seem 28591|Like endless nights, 28591|The Lord is good, 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though all the heavens 28591|Are dark and cold, 28591|The Lord is good; 28591|And all the world is good. 28591|Though many things befall, 28591|The Lord has care: 28591|And all the world is young 28591|With love for you and God. 28591|If we can pray, and yet 28591|Have some alms to give, 28591|The Christ who holds us fast 28591|Will give us all things good. 28591|Lord, give us courage, we pray, 28591|And strength to bear; 28591|And lead us yet in the van, 28591|Where need is stark. 28591|Then, if a poor man's hand 28591|Has reached Thy side, 28591|Let his poor hand now give 28591|His need to Thine. 28591|As Christ said, I will be sure 28591|This world I serve, 28591|And my poor hand will be found 28591|And to Thee. 28591|Be thou my life and light, 28591|My hope and ray, 28591|Be thou my love throughout 28591|In woe or gladness; 28591|Thou knowest best how good it 28591|A little love to show: 28591|Then every thing that I shall do 28591|In all that I shall say, 28591|The little things will surely be 28591|More light than I can think. 28591|I love the little lives of men, 28591|And I love the little ways 28591|They walk, with me in the night, 28591|And I love the little needs 28591|Which in myself I share. 28591|I love the little works of hands, 28591|And I love the little tears 28591|That from their lids are shed, 28591|Or when life's little tasks are done, 28591|Or when they think of me. 28591|I love the little deeds of men-- 28591|They are the little deeds of God-- 28591|That every hour and every day 28591|I do myself forget. 28591|My soul is full! 28591|I want no more. 28591|I hear no more 28591|The bitter words. 28591|I love you. 28591|I feel no wrong, nor fear. 28591|I trust no friend more trusted. 28591|I trust no brother more approved. 28591|I live, I say, 28591|I live for you, 28591|I count, I count, 28591|I praise, I praise. 28591|I love you. 28591|Let me and you be the angels' choir. 28591|We are the song of one who hears and sees, 28591|And feels through all eternity, and cannot speak. 28591|I cannot make the past forgotten, 28591|But you can take my hand 28591|And let it say, 28591|"We are with one who hears and sees, 28591|And feels through all eternity, and cannot speak." 28591|And you and you will be the songsters' choir-- 28591|We are your singers, singers of your hearing! 28591|The light is dimming, 28591|The dark is deepening, 28591|But never fear 28591|Because it brings 28591|Our Father's healing, 28591|Our Saviour's peace. 28591|We are together 28591|As ever, 28591|Till life's last 28591|Deep, deep despair 28591|Shall drown me up in the tide of 28591|Its blackness, or wash me seaward 28591|Out of the light, 28591|And I be left 28591|To watch out of the dark, 28591|Or watch out of the light. 28591|Lord, Thou dost have a hand 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 13220 ======================================== 24869|“With thee I come, and let thy grace 24869|My words with mine address train. 24869|This day, my lord, a mighty man 24869|Will, all the world, be thine.” 24869|He spake in words that shook the frame 24869|The words in which he prayed. 24869|Then Ráma raised his reverent head, 24869|And gazed upon his guest, 24869|As, when the moon begins to rise 24869|Around him, to his gaze 24869|Each image of long-lost power 24869|Or beauty, he remembered was. 24869|Thus by the sire and mother told 24869|A holy shepherds met 24869|To share a feast prepared for the rite, 24869|And when the host had left 24869|The blessed shepherds went 24869|All, all with graceful steps that strove 24869|The feast to grace and crown. 24869|There, as the feast to end distanced, 24869|The queen herself to grace 24869|Was Lakshmaṇ by the lord of men 24869|And Sítá. From afar they viewed 24869|The lovely Sítá there, 24869|With cheeks that bloom was to behold 24869|A rose to the full. 24869|They saw King Ráma, all adored 24869|The queen who held a lion’s head 24869|That bore the sign he came 24869|From royal Ráma’s home to prove 24869|The peerless might of arms. 24869|The monarch, who from highlands freed, 24869|Had thus been raised on high, 24869|From the swift steeds to whom he prayed 24869|His mother, the supreme Queen, 24869|With sweetest words addressed her dear, 24869|So that each maid might prove 24869|The Lady of the skies and queen 24869|With whom all fair of face was crowned, 24869|To Ráma’s bliss confessed. 24869|They saw his hand her golden sandals wear, 24869|The lady’s brow with flowers bedight; 24869|Their feet above the golden wood, 24869|The lotus-seat that lined their feet, 24869|With sandal-leaves enwound, they met. 24869|The guests in state were seated still, 24869|And Ráma, son of Kuśik’s race, 24869|Who looked them through, their heads bent low, 24869|Spake this soft soothing word: 24869|“How happy is my love, sweet Queen, 24869|And from the bliss of Gods shall I 24869|My lord and lord in turn succeed; 24869|The Gods, the Gods for me have sent, 24869|And all the Gods by heaven ordain.” 24869|The lady’s eyes were lustrous fire; 24869|“O happy, thou!” she cried, with sighs. 24869|She spake—she sought to make reply: 24869|“O thou most loving to me, 24869|In bliss my all delitless bosom thrills, 24869|And all my cares are gone. 24869|’Twas thus we sought the Gods’ abodes; 24869|But the wise Gods forbade to see 24869|Me lovely Sítá, our lord, 24869|And bade us still in secret shades 24869|Of holy wood abide. 24869|So, as our duty bade, we stood, 24869|Each longing love confessing, and 24869|That day we bore her to the bowers 24869|Where Gods her mother nurtured. 24869|With her, all joyous, we had played 24869|And sung and smiled and blessed; 24869|And as she came to view the beams 24869|Of moon and sun above us, 24869|In secret with her we had fed 24869|The heart and mind that bled. 24869|We strove, but found a hidden smart, 24869|And soon her soul did panic: 24869|In trembling dread of loss she fled 24869|Where no repose could be. 24869|I sought the woods and, while I sought, 24869|My grief with anguish weighed. ======================================== SAMPLE 13230 ======================================== 37804|Is the heart of man, and to the human race I may speak hence. This is 37804|what makes man, of what we all believe in him, the heart: 37804|The human body, 'tis the soul's, the soul's the body. He 37804|that hath lived and is living, has not yet lost his body and 37804|his soul. 37804|'Tis the human soul, that knows and is aware of time, of form, 37804|and of body; 37804|And if it be no other nor the soul, yet that 'tis his own 37804|and separate, and though it be an awful horror to us, 37804|yet 'tis his own and separate, the horror of that which he 37804|is. 37804|'Tis the soul, 'tis the body, that makes us and gives forth 37804|our life;--its body, the heart, the heart, the human body. 37804|'Tis the body, the heart, that is the soul and keeps the 37804|body; and of what it is in the fullest word I can tell you, 37804|and also that the soul of man is what we call the body, 37804|or rather, the heart. 37804|And, O you human men, I say this: if you love what is 37804|the soul of man? and if you love what is the heart of 37804|which you have your being, 37804|'Tis the soul which is the spirit of flesh, the spirit of 37804|man; and if you love what is a soul of man, I say that 37804|you also are a man. 37804|For 'tis a soul of human flesh that acts in the brain and 37804|in the spirit of sense, and it is the flesh's own soul that 37804|you love, and the human spirit hath its mind thus, and a 37804|spirit that is separate, 37804|Not from that which is within the bones nor from the muscles 37804|nor from the bones, as well I think, nor from the lungs. 37804|For the soul of man, I say, is not a part of nature, and nor of 37804|the man, nor a part of us; but what I say is that the soul of 37804|the soul of humanity is the power of our humanity in us, 37804|the passion of our passion; and the soul of the soul of 37804|man is that which is hidden in us, or hath hidden itself 37804|in us. 37804|And the soul of men is something like the same thing in all 37804|the lands; and I say that the love of men is the soul of the 37804|world. Thus may you understand all I have said. 37804|But, O human men, it is of the soul of the soul of mankind 37804|that you are. Now, if you have not atoned for the injustice 37804|of your people, O think of your own souls; and when you look 37804|out of your own eyes, remember all the other souls of ours; 37804|Remember the others, their justice, and their beauty, and 37804|the strength of their love for them; think of the wrong done you 37804|by those whom you have overset in your own weak and 37804|mortal ills. 37804|'Tis a soul of man makes to be a God; and a God is more than 37804|a soul of man made to be a God, a Being that hath 37804|more of goodness than souls that are more frail, a Being 37804|fairer than what we call a God. And, O the love of the 37804|wisdom of man! 'Tis the spirit of man and of sense, the 37804|dwelling-place, and the heart, and the reason, making us 37804|mankind. 37804|But the other question I know not: for how can man be a God if 37804|he have not the soul of mankind and the soul of sense? 37804|For a man that is not human, has a soul that is not human, 37804|and where there is not need of a soul that is not human, will 37804|not arise. 37804|And as to what is man, I say that the human soul has been 37804|drawn through the world and through the sea, and through the 37804|earth, and ======================================== SAMPLE 13240 ======================================== 615|(As he of all the rest had been foredoomed) 615|Had taken the arms, which he alone had sent. 615|And with this new and wondrous news, of swain, 615|His kinsman's comrade, was in furious mood. 615|He (for so he deemed it fit his heir 615|Should call him knight) in words like these had said: 615|"No better knight, no better knight I see, 615|Who ever made a man of arms contend, 615|Ere he his life foredone for liberty, 615|Than this one, who, for his freedom sought 615|The field, and not to make himself a slave. 615|But this would seem a folly and dishonour, 615|That him the knight should hence with him convey, 615|While to the camp the royal Charles would go 615|In search of captives of so many kind, 615|So many names, so many wives and kinsmen. 615|"And I this folly myself inveigh so sore, 615|That in my heart I seem to move a snare. 615|Well know I, that of the knight is none 615|So much for the damsel more desirous, 615|As that he seeks, with her, on this road to wind, 615|That he may make himself a freeman again." 615|When the old dame, who had so much believed 615|In what before her was believed of me, 615|And loved with true affection, and her sight 615|Moved there, with such devout attention bent, 615|As in the common course of faith and love 615|For holy vows a prudent woman follows, 615|Sudden her lord, to see she was not dead, 615|Thus spake, when he believed her: "And do thou 615|The warrior whom thou holdest most dear possess; 615|Whom to be freed is ever most desired. 615|If to embrace this Charles and his ensigne 615|The damsel say that I am ready made, 615|Then to thy heart shalt thou be comforted; 615|Yet pray for me with such and such intent. 615|The wish thou hadst is mine to be supplied: 615|And if thee I shall release from peril, 615|My lady will to thee most willingly." 615|With these and other kind replies they pay. 615|The dame the warriors' eager love imparts. 615|The cavalier Rogero took to heart, 615|To make his lord his captive through more pain. 615|Who with the love that moves men to desert 615|A banded army, now Rogero prest; 615|And for his deed, by Heavens; God never planned. 615|Who for her lord, when none to him prefer, 615|Fulfill'st so foul a work, or to a lie, 615|Or to the very worst that in a field 615|With sword so goodly wends, with spear so true, 615|As the good lady whom in battle she sought, 615|He that his heart no longer would indulge, 615|So was he born a coward! who was wooed 615|And by his love is captive straight conveyed. 615|But when Orlando knew the maid was wed, 615|As he was told, in one she would have died, 615|He straightway, in the service of the knight, 615|His word and office straight to refrain. 615|He with his hand above her bosom smote, 615|When he, without her speech, to death had added. 615|That same blow from that wide space the maid 615|Revolved; and, with a little cry, or cry, 615|In haste to the next place to resort, 615|So was she doomed to death again and hell. 615|The good King Rogero and his cavaliers 615|Seek with the noble lady to repair: 615|Rogero with his hand a captive took, 615|When she (the sword had cleft her arm) had died. 615|Rogero and his cavaliers Rogero spied, 615|Bearing her off into Argier's land. 615|She, with a little cry, in grief and fear, 615|With her arms half loosened in the way, 615|To her willow bough amid the trees upreared, 615|And in their might her gentle hand displayed: -- 615|But when the king the captive thus had won, 615|From him she in short time might of ======================================== SAMPLE 13250 ======================================== 615|And, though the fated to fulfil their vengeance dread 615|Baffled, with him not far is that dread, 615|To him by his ill will, though slight and brief, 615|Of his own will, the war was fated ever so 615|Of greater evil, and of greater good; 615|Because, to him that ill foretold, the sight 615|Of him, the foe, would not forego. 615|"Albeit he did not heed the warning sound 615|To him that heard, in the same place who stood 615|At this, he did pursue and thence foretell 615|The destruction of his friend and foe. 615|But of these deeds of evil, or of worse, 615|One of them would not be recorded here; 615|For that more cruel deed, without remorse, 615|Than other, was the other of his will. 615|"I say not in this catalogue of ill, 615|But only for that reason will I record, 615|Amercements shall be made him for his crime, 615|And for his folly; for it would be just 615|T' have paid what duty in his place had owed. 615|Amercement is like debt, a remedy, 615|A penance and a pardon hath its use: 615|A penance that, when paid, is lost the gain. 615|"Now on a subject more pressing in my view, 615|For that, I will to other leaven bring. 615|With him, for which we are here, and for which 615|An hundred men were slain, in a little space 615|He will issue forth, where, gathered up, it lies, 615|His prize, from him, all ready to convey. 615|"He will depart from Greece, and, by the way, 615|To join our company, his followers three, 615|Will go, like him, from Troy, in the space of three 615|Hours, through thickest woods, and through the clearest snow. 615|Who, when they first beheld this city, did 615|So near it seem, to them all used to stand, 615|And say, 'This is the fairest that I see.' 615|"Me then, when with the fleet I left their sight, 615|With wonderment and wonderment was I viewed; 615|Nor, what with shame, that they should have imagined 615|I not, did they repent, nor dare to doubt. 615|As well, those restive spirits, who could deem 615|He could have done more, than with their aid could 615|Achieved his end, were moved to seek him out. 615|"At the very city, which for thee is blest, 615|They, who to him should have known the cavalier 615|Who bore their sire and me, were ready as now, 615|And in array, already in array. 615|But if he were at other places seen, 615|Yet was not any place, not even Troy, 615|Where I should suppose 'twas safe to wend my way; 615|For, though I knew him, yet no people knew, 615|Though I the place and all the people sought." 615|"By this," he said, "they were not, as he meant, 615|Aught that could a suspicion be surmised 615|Of them that would betray him; so they bent 615|Their steps toward him, but not to his land. 615|"And, where is now the knight, who had to weave 615|The web, and to design the mighty sign, 615|And in the which no word of him would say 615|In the least, that this our speech might be: 615|By whom the web is set, I wish indeed 615|Me that I had not left it, for that, 615|My time was now spent in other wise; -- 615|And should I had the skill, and had the art, 615|To use it to his good, but not his ill!" 615|He with the tale is wont to make retort 615|That the more wicked in themselves than well 615|Or ill-moved creatures are those to whom 615|Him, who the web, with him, of right should wend, 615|But who for other reason than to shun 615|His vengeance, is not guilty: and who see 615|Their deed is not to blame in any wise, 615|He with the story is the very same. 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 13260 ======================================== 2732|What more can you do with less? 2732|A man is little,--the Pope is much, 2732|I mean to say,--so here's that. 2732|One who would write a book! 2732|One who would play in the big stateroom! 2732|One who would dance in the parade! 2732|And--why no dance? 2732|A man is little,--the Pope is much, 2732|I mean to say, like all men, 2732|As I said, as well as you. 2732|One who would serve God, from sunrise to set of sun, 2732|The holy, the fair, the great,--I mean I say, I say, 2732|No--well, so it is not quite true as you suppose. 2732|But what's the harm? 2732|Why, the harm is to your head, that's all! 2732|How could I write what I can't write! 2732|I should not say a man is little, 2732|But his head hurts a good deal. 2732|His eye hurts a good deal--why not just shut it? 2732|He has all the world to lose, and he's got none to hope for, 2732|Or give hope for, unless the Devil goes with it. 2732|If he's small, forget it! Why the children say so. 2732|(The children, no doubt, are rather less wise than I.) 2732|But his head's a fact that you cannot shake, 2732|And his eye that's out of sight for a while. 2732|Let him with the head that has hurt it rest, 2732|Let the eye rest, till a little clearer sight 2732|Comes o'er the eye. 2732|I'm not sure just what to say 2732|To my dear young friend. 2732|I've been overmuch a-thoughting of himself, 2732|And his health, and his philosophy, and things. 2732|I'd say just now that he's a great lover, 2732|And an assiduous bachelor, 2732|But I'm not so sure of a man of letters. 2732|(For the least of these things there was nothing he could read.) 2732|But in general I can hold no further comment, 2732|For the very fact that I mention your name 2732|Is enough for me to deny you, 2732|Nor admit that I have ever heard anything 2732|Of your kind authority. 2732|But I see 2732|(For the fact that your words are found on the same page 2732|I have lost in the sands along the shore, 2732|And all the sand of that is gone where no one's looking.) 2732|He is here, with his wife, at least that I know, 2732|And their child in some way or other. 2732|For a moment I stopped for a moment's space, 2732|(As the girl looked up, she seemed to be in pain, 2732|As I think I saw her eyes fix on her face.) 2732|I see that the child is lying at her feet, 2732|And the mother's face is turned towards the sand, 2732|And the little boy stands and watches, still-watched, 2732|And watches, with his eye in her eyes. 2732|(And her eyes? Ah, those were dark to look upon, 2732|But the little boy's eyes are strangely curious.) 2732|He's watching it also, in wonder and pain, 2732|And he's staring at it, with a puzzled look 2732|On his little face. 2732|And I--I've hardly the space to utter a word 2732|Beside my friend's name, 2732|But I see what you've come, and I can see, 2732|If we may trust your eyes, 2732|It is not a boy. He's not much taller than you, 2732|And his eyes are not very big, 2732|At least, when put side by side, 2732|But he is not so much shorter. 2732|(I've been overmuch a-thoughting of girls, 2732|I have no heart for girls that does not throb 2732|When I hear the name of another girl, 2732|And I want to be left alone till ======================================== SAMPLE 13270 ======================================== 1365|The great and little voices of mankind. 1365|And now I stand upon thy very brow, 1365|And I am king of thy empire vast, 1365|King over realms and kingdoms far and near 1365|And thou, O Christ, thou knowest me, knowest all. 1365|King Solomon said, that thou couldst rule 1365|All lands between the poles by mere command, 1365|And in all lands thou didst dwellest there, 1365|When in thy temple in Nazareth, 1365|The multitude, the Passover-eating throng, 1365|Lay in the holy of holies assembled. 1365|And I, King Solomon, by command 1365|Of thine own right hand, have led the nations 1365|Into the wilderness, and brought them safe 1365|Into their tents within the Sonnaim Hill, 1365|Where the Old King had erected his holy shrine. 1365|There thou didst pour the wine of sacrifice 1365|Into the hands of worship, and the word 1365|Of revelation was revealed unto them. 1365|Thou wast a child, O King of kings, when thou 1365|Taughtest the Israelites their wisdom and song, 1365|Taught them the wisdom of the world and the power 1365|Of right, and the strength of the Israelites, 1365|By precept of thy own right hand commanded 1365|The people should obey, and they obeyed. 1365|But when, for the glory of God and of thy name 1365|And the edict of thy Spirit and of thy laws; 1365|When thy own right hand was more glorious than all 1365|Before its own without the use of tongues; 1365|When thou couldst teach the priests the art of speech 1365|And they could teach thy people the wisdom of kings, 1365|Thou knewest not thy kingdom, nor the power 1365|From which thou couldst give it any power save thine, 1365|But the gift of wisdom it received not. 1365|Thus were the priests more than thou; and before 1365|The King, the priests before him, and the people 1365|The servants of the King. Thus were they overthrown. 1365|And I, my King, will make it right again. 1365|The King arose, and from his throne descended. 1365|And I, the King Almighty, King of Israel, 1365|And all the gentler winds, beheld the light 1365|Come up, and, as at first it came, ascended 1365|Into the highest heavens. I saw the souls 1365|Of the old and the new, whom the Angels chose, 1365|Out of the multitude of humankind, 1365|To stand before the throne, as at first it was, 1365|Before the Lord, before the Father, before 1365|The Almighty God, and all the angels, beholding. 1365|A little under the form divine 1365|Went down from the supreme throne of God 1365|The ministrant Seraphim alone; 1365|And under their king, who was the Lord, 1365|In radiant glory, down there entered 1365|The seventh day's aspect, splendor and might, 1365|In beauty and in might; and the word 1365|Came forth from the mouth of the Lamb, 1365|As He spake and brake bread, and fell 1365|The first cup to the ground. The whole 1365|Fell water of Jordan, spilt 1365|Down with the blood of the Lamb, for David! 1365|And spake again from the throne of God: 1365|I will establish a covenant with thee 1365|Of covenant no creature shall sever, 1365|And none shall prosper except in it. 1365|Then spake the Lord to the Seraphim, 1365|As He went to his high throne: "See, lo, 1365|I fashion this covenant like to thy likeness 1365|In every thing, in every sense of grace 1365|That thou beholdest me. Thou shalt speak 1365|As I will speak it in all holiness; 1365|Thy words shalt melt the heart of the heathen; 1365|And the low angels shall not stand to hear thee! 1365|Thou shalt delight in David as thou livest now, ======================================== SAMPLE 13280 ======================================== 35188|and we all felt his gentle love, 35188|we knew not that he had forgotten; 35188|we knew not what was lost in the night, 35188|we knew not that the moon was waxing old; 35188|we knew not that the dead man's heart was young; 35188|for he would keep us with loving arms and kisses. 35188|I heard when you stood before me 35188|that your eyes were full of tears, 35188|and when you bowed your head 35188|I could not help but hear 35188|Your sweet and tender sighs. 35188|The great waves of the world are breaking in my breast like 35188|a broken heart, 35188|like broken music, 35188|and the great waves of it all are breaking in my breast. 35188|Oh, my love is weary of singing as she sings and sighs; 35188|of listening to the music of her beautiful voice, 35188|which has lulled and stolen sleep away forever, 35188|and has brought no pleasure, 35188|or only only pain. 35188|For the little waves of sorrow and pain 35188|are like broken waves of the world, 35188|and I will be a little ship upon the ocean without 35188|one thing to pay the captain. 35188|I would sing the songs of my childhood, 35188|I would sing the songs of the sunny days, 35188|and my soul would be forever free from pain 35188|as I listened to the music of her voice and the song 35188|of her beautiful eyes. 35188|You who are wise and beautiful, 35188|you whom I love so tenderly, 35188|how would you feel, dear heart, if I came in this form of 35188|the little waves of sorrow and pain? 35188|I would sing the songs of my childhood 35188|as I listened to the music of your voice, 35188|and my soul would be forever free from pain 35188|as I listened to the music of your eyes. 35188|I cannot sleep to-night, 35188|my heart is always breaking, 35188|my spirit is beating. 35188|For I am a wandering wanderer in the land of death, 35188|and my soul would be forever free from pain, 35188|as I listen to your words of love, 35188|and your passionate crying 35188|in the dark of the night. 35188|I have wandered for the last year long, 35188|and I pray and beg of you, 35188|My own dear mother, my own true love, to open me 35188|to hear your sweet caress, 35188|for your eyes still burn in a vain burning agony 35188|at the bitter kisses of Death, 35188|and your face burns hot in the sight of the cruel eyes of Death. 35188|Your hands, O God of love, 35188|you will save me from death, 35188|for the tears come like burning sparks 35188|when the fire goes out in the house, 35188|and the shadows darken round me, 35188|for the night fills with the darkness of death 35188|and the night-fright 35188|of the dark and dark night 35188|for the soul of life. 35188|O mother dear, 35188|my soul is weary of weeping, 35188|for my life is filled with pain, 35188|of the vain and vain tears 35188|of a weary heart, 35188|and the sorrow and suffering of life, 35188|the bitter and bitter kisses, 35188|and the bitter and bitter sighs. 35188|The black shadow of Death 35188|falls dark above you, 35188|in your heart, O my mother, 35188|death hath passed over you. 35188|The wind of Death has gone from the land of dreams, 35188|from the dreamland of your heart, 35188|from your home in the land of light, 35188|and the shadow of death has gone from the land of dreams 35188|and the eyes of the night, 35188|from the shadowy land of the earth, 35188|from the light and the shadows of death, 35188|from the little land of the shadows, 35188|from the house of the shadow, 35188|from the house of the death, 35188|from the dwelling ======================================== SAMPLE 13290 ======================================== 20|Eternal Glory, to your Soul so dear, 20|Your Life may as the Sun your Glory be. 20|Stern Judge, resolve me, if in act to go, 20|Whether to meet my God, or, to dismiss, 20|Turn from the way whose end is in the dust, 20|His suiting curse to that of Death, and stay 20|Sufficient; since your awful voice commands, 20|Nor is my Life depriv'd, nor can my Clay 20|Safe carry with me, tho: that is thy will." 20|Thus calling Death, he cross'd the dismal Sea 20|That on the southern wave embosoms the world, 20|And reach'd the land wherein all things bad; 20|Such want of Liberty in all the Nation, 20|Such want of Powder among the Warriors dire, 20|From those dread Battailes nigh destroying wide, 20|As when by night in days of old were driv'n 20|Back to their ships, or now with Cannon cross'd 20|The gulfy River, to be eat up with fire: 20|This thought, this debate, this short delay, 20|Were all one to finish those that fell on Fort; 20|For so the Judge bade, who part in one band 20|Advanc'd, and in the middle found his way, 20|With march of Sword out of the North, to bring 20|His final resolution to a close, 20|Or find out passage o'er the horrid flood, 20|To Lebanon or to Jordan's holy foot. 20|The King, as soon as he sate in regal Halls, 20|His Governors and his Ministers, 20|Wash'd off the brimmer of his wrath, and then 20|Thus to the Spirit, whom the same conceals: 20|"I have at last prevail'd; and by that speech 20|Of thine and of thy progeny's intended, 20|Well hast thou prov'd me of thy Sons and Daughters; 20|The grand synthesis to scale is not attain'd. 20|Look therefore who runs: those who me prevent 20|Are like the blind, who, so farre from sight, 20|As in their deputize from Hell they differ; 20|Each to his Trial come, and all are try'd, 20|And each is pass'd; so light is each convinc'd. 20|Me though less powerful, yet less to my mind 20|Liken thy design, and less of hard ado, 20|And less of love to Grecia, less of life 20|And less of wrath, that burnish'd against my hand." 20|He saist not, but with open face and open eyes, 20|That mark'd the temperance of his heart and eyes, 20|And thus the Angel to the LEAGUE-MAN said, 20|"Why labor'st thou to disseink?" He answer'd straight, 20|"To remove the stubborn yoke which thou 20|Over the LEAGUE-MANAGERS lightly brooks. 20|Think, forthorn souls, that labor less to win 20|Than to defeat the STRENGTHY CONTROVERSY; 20|Think, forthorn bodies, that are tame to pain, 20|Rather than dare against the opposing force 20|Of AGED RESISTANCE, and the Power of Will. 20|Think, forthorn Sorts, that want strength against Skill, 20|And want of heart against will, if against 20|A LITTLE Naught be strippt; think, think in vain, 20|What Art can teach, what Reason can advise, 20|What Experience can advance, what Skill apprehend! 20|What are you that can persuade? what can command? 20|But let them either see or not see, to whom 20|Past experience of them shall be appeal. 20|Let them but see or not see, what they are or uns 20|That know it not; nor will we molique them, 20|O'er weigh'd with doom, reject them, over-rate, 20|With foot untried o'er death or with the grave. 20|We to the stubborn shallop throw the net, 20|And cast the brazen net, and cut the strings, 20|And cleave the vast encumber'd body up 20|With deft of thunders, loose so loose a thing, 20|As scarce to sweat, yet hard to move; we find, 20|How strong the ======================================== SAMPLE 13300 ======================================== 24334|On the hilltops, 24334|And, in the valleys, 24334|The wind-flowers, 24334|The lilies, 24334|And the lizards, 24334|And the frogs. 24334|All are present, 24334|Singing, dancing, 24334|On the hills, 24334|On the meadows 24334|And in the fountains 24334|At the pools. 24334|We have come from the hills. 24334|The valley-mornings have come, 24334|The dawn-sunrises, 24334|The duskiest evening of all time 24334|Come, we must go back again! 24334|Back to our mountain homes, 24334|Our caves within the rocks, 24334|And our fires among the hemlocks, 24334|Where the black-frost o'er-brims. 24334|Our childrens voices low 24334|Breathe, in their woodland hearts, "We have come, 24334|Back--back from the hills!" 24334|The clouds, that darken our pathway, 24334|Now open again, and shepherds see 24334|A pathway to their mountain-songs. 24334|_Chorus:_ The clouds, that darken, 24334|Now open again, and shepherds see 24334|A pathway to their mountain-songs! 24334|But ever they see 24334|Only the blue of the sky, 24334|And of the clouds' blue and gold. 24334|We will take wings and sing 24334|High to the stars in our own way, 24334|Till with our wings of pure daring 24334|Our hearts are golden-red 24334|Like the flame-fly. _Chorus:_ He's our wildest song, 24334|We will sing in our youth, 24334|And let our strength be great 24334|Till our souls be pure gold. 24334|The sun will smile upon us, 24334|When we fly and sing; 24334|And a cloud will cover us 24334|White and gay. 24334|_Chorus:_ The sun, which smiles not now, 24334|When we fly and sing; 24334|And a cloud. 24334|The stars and moon will shine 24334|Over the way, 24334|While we sing as we fly, 24334|And make glad our flight. 24334|_Chorus:_ Oh, our flight is light, it's clear, 24334|That's fine--and gay; 24334|When we sing of our flight, 24334|It's the reason why. 24334|The sun that smiles now, 24334|May change his mood 24334|For the future, 24334|When we fly and sing. 24334|"A house that is worth the exploring."--_Ed. 1795._ 24334|This is the song I make for you, 24334|Signed, with the blessing of the Muse, 24334|You are my own to cherish, 24334|And this is mine to cherish. 24334|The birds of the air that sleep, 24334|In the dusk of morn, in the shade, 24334|I sing to you that are free, 24334|The woods of Eden, the hills of moor; 24334|The stars, the fields of Milky-Way, 24334|Piercing the blue of Orion's zone, 24334|With a golden, with a silver sheen, 24334|Of the blue-bells on the garden-beds, 24334|And the flowers under the eaves: 24334|All the summer and autumn flowers,-- 24334|All the golden and yellow-bells 24334|On the fields, and the meadows, and the trees, 24334|Where love walks with her dewy steps, 24334|With her feet that have no tread, 24334|When the moonlight is bright with the sun, 24334|And the wind blows loud with the song. 24334|To them I give my soul that wakes 24334|In all the fields and gardens gay 24334|Of this fair earth, in this blue sky, 24334|Of this bright autumn toil, 24334|And the summer joys of this toil, 24334|In my song for them. 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 13310 ======================================== 10602|And now I can no less, for love of you, 10602|And your glad honour and me spoyld; 10602|And if it can, all the more I will, 10602|To make your love more sweet to me." 10602|As one that long in comforts spent, 10602|In his hot blood his hunger fed, 10602|When he had, forsooth, much to have had, 10602|Diversly drink'd, which done, in haste 10602|With goodly words he soone began: 10602|"I am thy dearest brother now, 10602|Not for that love, which thou mee hast lost, 10602|But for thy love which all desires delight, 10602|And all delight that can be found. 10602|"For of thy love I little know, 10602|Only thine own contented joy: 10602|Yet do thou know that I must die. 10602|Ah! my sweete love, ah me! what care, 10602|But that I thee thy self can move, 10602|And as I will thy self desire? 10602|Ah! will thou that I be thus undone? 10602|"Or dost thou, rather dost thou feel 10602|My body to thine eare give o're, 10602|And thinkest thou thine owne ears do hear 10602|The murmuring of my hollow teares? 10602|My owne ears I will not hear; 10602|For thou oughtest them to love, and love 10602|Thyself, the more, to him that drowns. 10602|"O! that of me my music sad 10602|From thee my song were drawn; 10602|And that my spirit, then, it sooard; 10602|And that the same it sojourn'd in, 10602|Whilest I the same do now complain." 10602|Then, while yet she spake, she turned away, 10602|And turn'd her back full sadly twixt his and her, 10602|And dropp'd her cheekes with a low lidd. 10602|And straight as in her hand her hand did fall, 10602|She turn'd her back more sadly, and she ran 10602|From that which she had fowll'd for so. 10602|But, by my selfe, I dare, if I may, 10602|Tell how that she ladde her foote back 10602|To his owne feete, and turned her foote, 10602|And wak'd her body, and smote her browes, 10602|And pittie her eyes, which were not eyde, 10602|By her owne selfe she willed him back 10602|To his owne house, and made him stand 10602|Wauing there his life, that he may se it 10602|To his owne selfe; and so it was. 10602|But what she doeth hath not been in here, 10602|For the sweete air doth make nought appear. 10602|I doe not doubt but that the Muses, and such many 10602|as by the help of music and the spirits of song 10602|do draw forth the power and affections of men to 10602|them by sounds and words. 10602|I do not think but the Muses did incline 10602|to bring about their will, which is to be 10602|fancyfull, 10602|Who do by their effectual powre of powres, 10602|that they daunce make to beforn, 10602|And that by the sweete affections towards their deare 10602|guerdon, 10602|Which by the Spirits of song and of the lyre, if we 10602|dare look on, 10602|They can do all things by their proper powres. 10602|"But (said I) the truth of this I know not, 10602|but I know, that when thou the true spirit saisteth, 10602|Thou art not so fain to bechamber it in thine iourney 10602|But that thou in thy selfe canst daunce seeke to know 10602|what is the effecte of that thought in thine eye, 10602|Or that which thou my selfe art in the same; 10602| ======================================== SAMPLE 13320 ======================================== 18500|'Tis not for nane to pully you; 18500|And when they start, to back your stand, 18500|An' be't a stanza thretty or twa 18500|They're a weel-doin' auld Scotsman. 18500|An' he sae gleg as ony cork; 18500|Aft joukin wi' the kist o' his fist, 18500|He wadna stop for syllables, 18500|Lest his stiffarse naig wad make a row, 18500|An' strike out in a diff'rent direction, 18500|An' git himself helter-skelter in parity. 18500|In that case it wad do't good to grieve 18500|To say that a wife was aye sae strait; 18500|She might, methinks, be much in fault, 18500|For what was na her frae his comes steek, 18500|Or the devil may hae gien the smock 18500|O' that a' their wull, to make them ettle, 18500|It was na enough to miss it in. 18500|But he wadna let some men think 18500|He was a rascal at any rate; 18500|But at the last he would hae to stoop, 18500|But naething would avail him at a', 18500|While the lave wad draw our nectar out, 18500|An' the dule sit daleside us a'; 18500|An' we should sing on, till the auld man's hie, 18500|Till that wee laddie gae frae us a'; 18500|'Sbeaks of a' ano' him were fley'd oor wark, 18500|Till we gae hame to the auld wife's kiss;-- 18500|An' for a' her grace we'd dwall our gat, 18500|She made him her faithfu' thing for a'; 18500|An', gin she said she had naething to spare, 18500|He was fley'd oor a', as he said; 18500|Then, gin he didna thank her for her care, 18500|She wadna heed na a word he had say; 18500|So he kentna whissle, an' tak his bow-- 18500|The first verse o' his chaplaincy; 18500|But what she wish'd for, he had naething to spare: 18500|Though she gied him that, an' mair or mair he'd mak, 18500|She would na let him ken why he had nae 18500|Her honour on her own tak him: 18500|I've written in my _Scottish Review_ now and then, 18500|To gie him tae be bauld, or taen outright, 18500|For a' his shillin, for a' his shillin, 18500|An' a' his ghoens in his ghoens; 18500|An' he gies his bodie his lane-- 18500|But, gin tae, he get it in ae tae, 18500|Wi' ae sheen o' the arm o' her he leant. 18500|But, gin hie him tae the court, 18500|O he's to wear his best o' a' 18500|Gawn, an', gin she be blest and she're blest, 18500|She'll be his wife, my bairn. 18500|Wi' her ye may say, 18500|That ne'er mair mair in court's a fool; 18500|But that's not the wight 18500|Ye may confine him to, 18500|For he's the lord o' his ain, 18500|Wi' a' his power o' womanly grace 18500|An' charm o' womanly wiles, 18500|An' wifely goodness o'er his kind, 18500|An' honest face o' manhood. 18500|An' there's ane up there, 18500|That's sure to fa', 18500|For her he's a braw, braw birkman's man, 18500|An' ay the gudewife she'll wed, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 13330 ======================================== 8672|The little white-sailed ship 8672|Clambers round its freight 8672|Upon the rippling tide 8672|But not for home may come 8672|The little white-sailed ship. 8672|The little white-sailed ship 8672|Makes home its home at last 8672|Where none but ships may go 8672|But not for home may come the little white-sailed ship. 8672|Till from the waves it swings, 8672|Till, borne along by wind, 8672|It glides along the tide 8672|Where none but ships may go 8672|But not for home may come the little white-sailed ship. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's great at games; 8672|But he's a sailor's man in his heart that fears not God; 8672|The sea that he sails upon 8672|Will suit him just as well 8672|As the sea that he steers upon. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's strong for a while, 8672|But his nerves are worn and his fingers are old, 8672|And oft he's troubled in mind 8672|By thoughts he can ne'er put by, 8672|As he thinks where he may be soon or late. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's proud with a girl, 8672|But he's proud with a girl as his heart grows old, 8672|'Tis a sailor's life to serve and to pray 8672|While there's fire in the sea for to laugh at sin, 8672|And the wind in the wave for to cheer and to flow. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's gay with young things, 8672|But he's young as his years to forget him, and young: 8672|And the fires of his heart will not warm again 8672|While the dews of his youth and forsworn are gone. 8672|'Tis he that's a sailor's man, 8672|'Tis he that's great in the field, 8672|But his mind is weak with toil of his body, and old: 8672|And he'll fail as a sailor's man 8672|If his soul is not sharpened to bear more than he can. 8672|"When the fire is out and the fog is in 8672|The way of the wind, in its turn 8672|It will make for him for the dead, 8672|The little white-sailed ship." 8672|He was glad with the love that he bore 8672|From her dead eyes, his own eyes' love; 8672|She was gay in her death to take pity on him, 8672|And his heart grew warm with the sorrowful peace that went by. 8672|"When the smoke is out and the fog is in 8672|We have lived but an hour together," he said, 8672|"Now let us be for ever silent, friend," 8672|And on the shore no word fell ere he died. 8672|"When the smoke is out and the fog is in 8672|We have lived but an hour together," said he, 8672|"Now let us be for ever silent, friend." 8672|She went and was gone in the dawning and ere it was light, 8672|And lo! he's left a little empty house and a grave. 8672|She gone and been gone in the dawning and ere it was light, 8672|And lo! he's left a little empty house and a grave. 8672|He was weary of being "walled about," with the dead; 8672|He'd had his time, it might be, and he'd gone to die, 8672|And he's bored of hearing a footstep in the gloom, 8672|And no more fears a stranger tread upon his clay; 8672|And he's bored of the old town, where all the faces pale, 8672|And the ghosts sit on the pavements, like ghosts of the dead. 8672|The road, the road, 8672|The road that's ever red; 8672|The little yellow-banked ======================================== SAMPLE 13340 ======================================== 30332|Then, turning, down the dark path, he found her gone 30332|And with a sigh he went, and found her gone. 30332|Over the hills and far away; 30332|Down to the sea the stars were swinging, 30332|Under the moon was every ship. 30332|Oh, 'twas lonely then, and lonely still, 30332|And yet her brother took no thought, 30332|But turned to her with tears in his eyes, 30332|And told her of the sea-sands green. 30332|And still the waves rolled on, and still 30332|She wept and wept, and bowed her head, 30332|Till they were gone--aye, all gone, 30332|And yet her brother thought of her. 30332|O, 'twas strange to look upon a face 30332|That was not painted well and true, 30332|Wherein the beauty shone and glowed; 30332|Strange so to see a face we knew 30332|That was but painted wrong and dim; 30332|Strange, but more sweet a thousandfold 30332|To find the sweet-smiling one. 30332|And as the hours crept by it grew-- 30332|For one brief moment she, too, fled, 30332|And sought the night afar and deep; 30332|Till in a land unknown she came 30332|Beyond the world's long reaches nigh; 30332|Beside a forest where there grew 30332|The fruits of a fairy clime. 30332|There, in the glad wild of the Spring 30332|The maiden sat down in a rapture, 30332|And in the fruit her face she cast, 30332|And there she sighed and looked about. 30332|A strange voice sang within her ear, 30332|And all the world, that once she loved, 30332|Was changed, and a strange voice was her own, 30332|And ever that voice sang away. 30332|The maiden's heart was young and warm, 30332|And ever again the song would come, 30332|And in her heart it sang the same: 30332|"O happy, happy, happy year!" 30332|Then through her hair the fire-flowers fell, 30332|And out she drew the hair she loved, 30332|And all the bright world looked aghast, 30332|And the wild-flowers in her hand. 30332|All that the world could find she knew; 30332|All that she would not, could not, tell, 30332|They filled the song-birds' notes together, 30332|That she might hear once more for cheer. 30332|But she had known too oft and too deeply 30332|A life of aching and of dread 30332|Upon the threshold of great change. 30332|Again, aloft on that high tower, 30332|Wherein the world was wont to wait, 30332|She watched the light clouds go by, 30332|And then she wept, and looked above. 30332|On a strange face she saw the stars 30332|Lift up their torches to the breeze 30332|That looked on the earth and the sea, 30332|And on the sky and all the sea. 30332|And then, aloft on that high tower, 30332|There seemed a voice in the white cold sea, 30332|That murmured the same thing as she: 30332|"Woe is me, the very wind 30332|That I who had been so glad 30332|That I had seen her breath, 30332|Kneel down the sea and die, 30332|Or thou, unblest by bliss, 30332|That art my earthly God, 30332|And hast become so mean, 30332|That thou hast given up the ghost, 30332|Thy love hath taken fire 30332|And thou art fain to die." 30332|"O mother, it is not so," 30332|Said the strange voice in the sea, 30332|"Death of man is nothing great, 30332|But what we give, is well. 30332|"And, if the world had been less 30332|Of his own will, he might 30332|Have lived the life he took, 30332|For all its good in a day, 30332|Was but his morning-grey, ======================================== SAMPLE 13350 ======================================== 1471|As a bird in the air 1471|With an open wing 1471|That is all unbound, 1471|A window of desire 1471|That is wide open. 1471|The wings of the bird are 1471|A shadow that hangs 1471|And spreads all night 1471|Behind the wings of the bird. 1471|The wings of the bird are 1471|Their shadow that hides. 1471|That is the end. 1471|The wings of the bird are 1471|What is all night 1471|For birds and their wings 1471|From the window of desire?" 1471|The poet, after having played a brief part in "King Charles I." 1471|The poet, who has now passed twenty years beyond his due, 1471|has an inborn instinct for drawing his own beauties out, 1471|in spite of many obstacles. 1471|"Who is the master of that silence which has grown between 1471|the sun and earth? The man who is the master of this silence, 1471|is a master of heaven and earth, 1471|And his own image, or a likeness of his, is his law. 1471|It is the power of the sun, not of himself. The master is the 1471|wind." 1471|Yet, although it is not easy to show to what degree a poem, 1471|whatever its nature, can be the sole safeguard of that which it 1471|contains, it is safe to say that it is always less perilous than 1471|the unbroken tranquillity of silence which we find in nature. 1471|And even though in our taste and expression it may be difficult to 1471|call our poem a "fantastic imagination." The poem may be, 1471|though it be written in the same style as Dante's, and the same 1471|inventions or pictures, and the same allusions, and the allusion 1471|to reality; and even though the reader may go about his daily 1471|work with a certain eagerness, and get, perchance, a good 1471|nurture of the subject, a perception that the invention of the author 1471|was nothing but a mere artistic recreation of life or of life 1471|in its present incarnation. 1471|"The soul that is no soul at all 1471|Knows not the beauty of itself, 1471|It is the mirror of the Self, 1471|The eye, the ear, the organ, and the organ 1471|That the soul needs. It is to the soul 1471|As a mirror to the soul its aspect, 1471|And its voice to the voice of the soul." 1471|It was in feeling this, in feeling that, in a certain sort of 1471|"And the soul that is no soul is immortal; 1471|It is not destroyed by death. Its life 1471|Is immortal, and is not curtailed, 1471|But multiplied by the number of its brethren. 1471|Its portion is its own most lofty heaven." 1471|It is in looking, in feeling this, in being, in the real 1471|One cannot help remembering that poets and the men who have 1471|"He was not born, but he must be, so that who was born 1471|He should have the power to know, or a little wisdom." 1471|And what is the difference?-- 1471|"The one by his great gift, the other by his will." 1471|This is the poet's judgment: 1471|"I have not learned my lesson, 1471|Nor the secret of this, 1471|But I shall never know my lesson, 1471|Know I must serve or rebel, 1471|Know I must or say or do: 1471|Be all the king, or be all the man. 1471|The man by his gifts; 1471|To be the king 'tis better 1471|Than best. 1471|Not make myself the king; 1471|But have my will for master, 1471|And say and do the thing." 1471|There is an idea which is quite foreign from that of Milton: 1471|"Now he that has not taught 1471|Must read in books, 1471|But who knows what he says 1471|Or does to others?" 1471|"He may not give orders;" ======================================== SAMPLE 13360 ======================================== 28666|And one young girl--she said she was going out to dinner 28666|(You had better ask her how she knew!) 28666|And the old man took his leave and the old folks all 28666|Grew old, and they died of heart-ache and disease. 28666|And the new house was a place of dark things, I know, 28666|Where the walls were gables, and the roof on the house's face 28666|Was a roof that was thin as lead, 28666|And the houses were old; 28666|And we, the children, were poor; 28666|For when we were grown to man's estate 28666|We were all united by common law. 28666|One day I was sick and had no bread, 28666|So I took and left bread to eat 28666|And the man who owned the farm in the house 28666|Did not have it. 28666|So they took all of my bread, 28666|So all my bread. 28666|The old man and his sons 28666|Fled the yard to where the wheat was growing. 28666|They went looking for wheat, 28666|But the field was barren and they could not find it 28666|They went looking for wheat, 28666|So they took and left bread to eat 28666|And the man who owned the farm in the house, 28666|The old man of the house, 28666|And his sons; 28666|But I could not find 28666|The wheat on the land--and now I am dead! 28666|"Hushaby" _Charles Scribner's Sons_. 28666|"Hoot-haw-gurl" _The Daily Worker_ 28666|"Huzza! huzza!" _The New Republic_ 28666|"I like those two red things 28666|Wherein I find my joy" 28666|"I will sing you a song, 28666|The song of little Tom Dacre, 28666|So little Tom Dacre" 28666|"I never knew nor heard," 28666|Cried the boy; 28666|"Nor ever had a fear 28666|Nor dreamed a sin. 28666|"I never knew nor knew, 28666|And I am his age old," 28666|Said the girl; 28666|"So sure of his cheating 28666|I never knew," 28666|Said the boy; 28666|"Let us go drive." 28666|And the night was dark, 28666|And they drove to a certain church, 28666|Where the Pastor had a large pulpit. 28666|They went to a door 28666|That was shut; 28666|When the door swung open 28666|They saw the Pastor and his child. 28666|"Oh, you shap from the dust, 28666|This child that you are, 28666|Is that your dear Papa-- 28666|He died for your sake?" 28666|Said the girl to the boy, 28666|"That we are, 28666|My dear Papa's child. 28666|I am Papa's child." 28666|"You are my dear baby, 28666|My poor little child." 28666|"And I am his wife; 28666|I will try to help the child 28666|While he lives." 28666|So he gave her a ring, 28666|And they said Amen, 28666|And they said, "We'll see it again." 28665|A song about the sea 28665|A song about the hill 28665|A song about the sand 28665|A song about the drift 28665|The sea-gulls go 28665|A man that was always young 28665|The sea comes over the sea 28665|How it will seem when all is done 28665|A song about the sky 28665|A story of an old bough 28665|The wind and the waves 28665|A little girl with a kiss and call 28665|The white gulls sit on the beach 28665|The wind is a stranger to the field 28665| ======================================== SAMPLE 13370 ======================================== 1304|I must be gone, for I am weak; 1304|For if I go I ne'er shall see 1304|My child, and my sweetheart, and houseless wife. 1304|Yet it were faire, being buried here, 1304|To lie on th' same green grass with sleep; 1304|But sure I am they'll come again, 1304|To see if 'twas not buried awhile. 1304|O say not yet one little word! 1304|To tell them how your heart hath grieve'd 1304|Might make my sorrow less and lessen. 1304|'Twas in the very hour I lo'ed her most, 1304|That thou didst say one sorrow fairer; 1304|Now thou art changing, and the same, 1304|And therefore most to suffer! 1304|O! that is why my thoughts still stray 1304|Where'er I may my child and I have be. 1304|What is the spell that you are weaving there 1304|That no one can interrupt or break? 1304|That no one, save your child alone, 1304|Can ever leave the spell unsung? 1304|No?--that's not well. 1304|What, see! you would not tell us why? 1304|Let lies and deceit we gladly trust. 1304|No?--'twas your wish. 1304|If there be something in falsehoods lies 1304|As true as winds, or clouds, or sunshine, 1304|Or all honest things, then that their truth 1304|Still shines through all the coming years, 1304|Yours, and our own. 1304|It is a thing we deem as right 1304|And good, to let all falsehoods flow 1304|Out of our mouths and tongues uncurled 1304|When our two souls are united 1304|In the union of one man. 1304|Nay, that was well. 1304|And now, our hearts' true trust in all things 1304|Is in our one man, and the rest 1304|Are lies and slanders, hatched in darkness 1304|Under the soft, green, quiet sky. 1304|The world to me seems ended day, 1304|Since this last lying lie is told 1304|That you are left to lie alone, 1304|With none to comfort or defence, 1304|But each unto his Maker dear. 1304|What then? how shall your griefs be eased-- 1304|Oh, how can love but leave a sting-- 1304|Now that your faith's fair Queen is slain-- 1304|And he who nursed you, in the end, 1304|Must be all barren, barren, barren? 1304|No more, no more. 1304|Alone?--that too was well. 1304|No?--'twas only in the after-hours 1304|That the sweet hours of pleasure fled-- 1304|And a world's bliss in the passing gleam 1304|Of your eyes may now be all forgotten. 1304|Come to-night?--ah, that would be sweet! 1304|There would be light in your eyes once more 1304|To read the names of the loved in vain. 1304|No?--that were better than the past. 1304|Come?--ah, that would be sweet! 1304|Come, let us say good-by! 1304|And let us go apart, each to-night. 1304|No! that were worse than mad, better this: 1304|The long-past hour is not yet past. 1304|Come, let us say good-by! 1304|Come closer and kiss me! 1304|Oh, the old, old kiss! 1304|It wakes a memory sweet e'er dead, 1304|That wakes it, even as a dream; 1304|And oh, the old, old kiss! 1304|And may I think, in some far-off land, 1304|That I shall kiss it where I lie 1304|Among the palm-trees of the shore, 1304|Down by the far-off sea's blue billow. 1304|Come, let us say good-by! 1304|The world and her children laugh, 1304|And life's heart leaps 'neath every breath 1304|Of air that ======================================== SAMPLE 13380 ======================================== 1287|A mighty crowd, with shouts and clatterings, 1287|Ahead of them. Then, in order due 1287|They march, and every man his weapon 1287|Conducts, and, as the crowd growl on, 1287|They close above, and so prepare 1287|The slaughter; in a round they fly, 1287|They close behind, and with the cry,-- 1287|Alike for life or death and their grave-day,-- 1287|Each one he tries his utmost to slay, 1287|His fellow-murderer to destroy. 1287|Away afield they fly with cries and clamour, 1287|And shoutings, and clatterings louder and louder, 1287|Till the ground is dyed a deep red! 1287|A day on the waggon is resting, 1287|Walking slowly towards the city, 1287|Singing, as it, all the while, sings, 1287|Singing with the sound of human cries; 1287|"We, brothers! we, brothers! what have we done? 1287|Singing, as it, all the while, sings, 1287|Singing with the sound of human cries." 1287|Away he runs, and, as he passes, 1287|Sings hoarsely as he sweeps by,-- 1287|"Songs, as it, all the while, sings, 1287|Songs, as it, all the while, sings." 1287|On the plains behind him march the peasants, 1287|And, from the city-gate the people. 1287|And the peasants laugh, the people sob, 1287|And, from the city-gate the people weep; 1287|The city-gates are closed and guarded 1287|By the spears of iron-banded men, 1287|From the gates of the realm of the dead. 1287|To the city-gate his march he hastens, 1287|And, to the city-gate, too, flies he 1287|The youth without a song! 1287|Then the burghers all raise a shout 1287|That soars far through the city-gate, 1287|The city-gates are closed and guarded 1287|By the spears of iron-banded men. 1287|Then the people crowd about the guard, 1287|Cling to the steed with drooping head; 1287|Cling to the man, with eyes averted, 1287|Who comes through the city-gate alone. 1287|Who is he that, on feet like stone, 1287|Rests like a mortal? 1287|He that stands erect like earth, 1287|No longer then appears he. 1287|That fair youth seems, in his bearing, 1287|And his eyes so wide and black! 1287|That young man, with his hand folded 1287|In the folds of the man in black, 1287|Is the noble and bold-hearted 1287|And the very young and bold; 1287|Who the young soldier can subdue, 1287|Will his comrades soon destroy. 1287|Hark, now an uproar fills the place, 1287|And all is ringing with shouts; 1287|'Tis the youth that must now prevail 1287|Against the ruthless foes! 1287|The old man now the crowd confounds, 1287|And flings him on the ground; 1287|He is in such great perplexity, 1287|That he cannot turn but looks 1287|And sees himself in the midst 1287|Of his brothers two and three! 1287|How he looks and feels, I cannot tell, 1287|But that his eyes roll round. 1287|And now his eyes roll round; 1287|O, he's caught by the shoulders, who? 1287|That's the boy who's in the midst! 1287|He turns him from the path, with fright, 1287|And on the ground he clings; 1287|Then shouts, in anger, his comrades, 1287|"Away, you dogs, away!" 1287|And they whip, and they pull, and they curse 1287|With all their might, 1287|And he sighs, "O God!" and he chases 1287|Through the streets a frantic cry. 1287|Now he speeds in ======================================== SAMPLE 13390 ======================================== 18500|When in our hearts the lark is singing, 18500|And the sun and the rising moon 18500|Are in our breast; 18500|'Tis the hour of our delight, 18500|And we cannot be merry 18500|Without the night. 18500|When the rosy-finger'd morn is breaking, 18500|And lovers walk abroad in the light of the fire; 18500|When the blushing mower's power is done, 18500|And the shearer's turn upon his weary hook; 18500|When the brawling worm has him in thrall, 18500|And the young graht wooer free from the lass, 18500|All in their dainty cups they have brimm'd, 18500|And will never be broil'd again: 18500|'Tis the hour of our delight, 18500|And we cannot be merry 18500|Without the night. 18500|Then let us kiss and make merry, 18500|We are wild, we are weary, 18500|We are worn out with loving, 18500|And with weal and woe we've passing 18500|Behold the golden days advancing, 18500|All in their beauty hastening; 18500|And never a sorrow passing 18500|For ever is lingering! 18500|We'll see the stars rise over us, 18500|We'll see the stars decline us, 18500|But the eyes of the blessed 18500|Will be brighter, and deeper, 18500|A fuller, and truer, 18500|When we've looked on the Good Guide. 18500|Then let us kiss and make merry, 18500|We are wild, we are weary, 18500|We are wearied with loving, 18500|And we shall long for the Sweet. 18500|When life's golden morning breaks, 18500|And fair and sweetly it dies, 18500|Like a fay the world has left us 18500|It passes away. 18500|When sorrow's fled, and grief's crushed down, 18500|All happy is that hour; 18500|With music most sweet 't will be 18500|To tell o'er the fair day. 18500|When life's golden sunshine's gone, 18500|And all that was good's forgot; 18500|By that high-standing yet unstained, 18500|Which none but he may meet. 18500|Then let us kiss and make merry, 18500|We are wild, we are weary, 18500|We are wearied with loving, 18500|And we'll die without the night. 18500|The piper play'd a good fat tune, 18500|And then he spied a lassie, O! 18500|He played her a few bars, and then, 18500|He played her a fat gig. 18500|The piper play'd a brave fat tune, 18500|And then he went and married her, 18500|And left her him a gilliflai'n. 18500|But while she was in woful ditty, 18500|He was in the cuckoo chorus. 18500|'Now I a' fashion will, my bonnie lass, 18500|And a' baith braw and wrap, Nannie'; 18500|And so they wed--but where's the good o' that? 18500|Or ever noon was, and e'en now is, gowd! 18500|For I ha' paid the piper inniquities 18500|The death of a braw wife o' late. 18500|Yet ever as age and years increase, 18500|They add grace and beauty to the heart, 18500|And make a man for heaven and earth above 18500|In every sex and age. 18500|But O! how I mourn the passing of the gay, 18500|Who early and late with God and nature strive; 18500|And when the soul shall find its earthly seat, 18500|Then what will fortune say to such a pair, 18500|And bury the dead clay! 18500|Tune--"_This is no my ain house._" 18500|O whare'er my wandering, weary feet 18500|Mists a' my fancy on ilka trail, 18500|Awa' like a king I cheerly rove, 18500|F ======================================== SAMPLE 13400 ======================================== 20238|Is like to perish in his last, best, rest 20238|He may not miss it, nor his children see. 20238|We may not dream of all the other ends; 20238|There is but one of every kind of love 20238|That makes no vow by deed alone, but words. 20238|We tell him stories, we renew the story 20238|In poems, as old as the world itself; 20238|And in a word, our own love has made 20238|That heart so full of meaning that even with a sigh 20238|It breaks against us and we are not afraid. 20238|But though all men may love all the days of their life, 20238|The love of the mother that makes all life sweet; 20238|It is not that love with such high purpose comes, 20238|And is not to be found but in love that is dear; 20238|It is the woman within the woman, 20238|And not the lover without the time for repentance. 20238|The woman, who gives him her own heart, 20238|The woman who makes his voice her own, 20238|The woman who loves him with a love more warm, 20238|And only has his heart for his own, 20238|Is truly a wise thing, though to her true 20238|Belong any folly that is born of her pride. 20238|The woman, who loves him with strong faith, 20238|Forgets that Love is a love that is blind; 20238|Forgets he who hath called man her friend, 20238|Till he hath counted his own blood the price of speech. 20238|The woman, who hath called man friend of all, 20238|To whom the gods were at an armistice, 20238|Hath hearkened not when on the battle-plain 20238|She held her children's blood more precious than air. 20238|And thus is the woman, though her heart be young, 20238|Woman that men call wise, the oldest of wise. 20238|The mother's child is the fairest flower; 20238|And the child that hath no father's name, 20238|Is fairer far than any that hath been. 20238|He was a hunter,--and his name was John, 20238|He said he was the greatest hound that ever was. 20238|He and his mother went up yonder on the mountain-side; 20238|Anon he was a knight among the merry merry lords, 20238|And the great lion of the forest called them his lords. 20238|He was a hunter that fell in love with May, 20238|For they had seen the rising of the coming of the sun. 20238|She went to the fen to hunt deer, and the deer she killed, 20238|Till her hound ran up in her ear, and so did John too. 20238|She was a shepherd, with his sheep she filled 20238|With milk, when the little maids went in anally; 20238|But when the milk ran out, and the dam was but a child, 20238|She called for her own milk, and bade her to keep away. 20238|She went by the river's side, beside the mill, 20238|To take the water to her husband down at Hatteras; 20238|But there came a stranger to her, and kissed her, and said, 20238|"You must stay where you are, or there away from me!" 20238|She went to the mill to take the water-jug, 20238|But it broke, and she fell a-dangling in the mill-water. 20238|She went by the river's side, beside the mill, 20238|To wash her body away, and wash her white soul away. 20238|"Go fetch to me a pair of ox-ches|," cried poor Miss Muffet, taking her shirt. 20238|Just then the maid Mabel came in with her basket of clothes. 20238|"I am so dirty," said Miss Muffet, "I'd better go out." 20238|"Come, sit down, my pretty child," said little Robin-green. 20238|"No, no. I won't, for I'm very tired," said little Robin-brown. 20238|There were two little boys with two little brown heads 20238|Came up to Father Nick. 20238|"What are you going to do with ======================================== SAMPLE 13410 ======================================== A hundred furlongs from the pier, 37648|And the water around was as dry as a nail, 37648|I watched him, and then I went ashore. 37648|"The storm is on the deep," he repeated, 37648|And that's what I heard along the storm-tost shore; 37648|"The wind is on the deep," he repeated, 37648|(I wish I had been ashore when he began). 37648|His voice was thick and shrill, but it said it all; 37648|"The wind is on the deep." He repeated, 37648|And that's what I heard along the storm-tost coast. 37648|"And who is in the dark with you?" said he; 37648|"Ah, well I know," said I, "I am with you still." 37648|He stood and laughed, "You will hear this to the death; 37648|And who is in the dark with you?" said he, 37648|"Why who, my friend, from the deep, 37648|As soon as night is born, 37648|When none but birds and fish with gladness may hear? 37648|You have seen the birds and fish I have made known, 37648|So come into the open light, 37648|And let the deep tell what things they will say 37648|Before you have your quiet night." 37648|"Now the dark shall be in the light," he said, 37648|"When the clouds lie thick and dark; 37648|The birds and fishes in their haunts shalt find, 37648|And they shall talk about them there; 37648|When the wind and storm, and water, break and roar 37648|They shall not dare to take ill heed. 37648|For if I should think, when I had seen you first, 37648|That your thoughts were of me then, 37648|In those words you would not utter one, not two, 37648|In your speech I trust you will not find 37648|What so I have said in your mind, dear friend. 37648|"My friend," quoth he, "she loves you, may be, I'll allow 37648|She loves you--for she was the first 37648|That loved you, though she's now gone." 37648|O, there was hope, in that wild talk, 37648|That hope was happy, and there he 37648|Took it, and knew it by his heart 37648|Was as the sun that lighted it on, 37648|And as a boy's tongue in his brain 37648|Pulsed like the wind, and made him wise, 37648|And hope and patience taught him trust 37648|In his own heart and his own will. 37648|But when the storm, that blew in the North, 37648|Ralled the sea, deep in snow and sleet, 37648|He had no ship and was not bold, 37648|And left the sailors, in tears and fears, 37648|That found him on the rocky shore, 37648|Because he said, "I am with you still 37648|Till night has gathered the stormy shroud." 37648|They left him there and went aboard, 37648|Lest he should die in their grief, 37648|And on the day when they came home, 37648|He was not there: some ship was lost 37648|Among the stormy seas at sea. 37648|Oh, happy was the ship, when lost, 37648|And happy would they have been! 37648|The joyous heart of a young lover 37648|Is hard to hold or chase, 37648|With the sweet world, that comes to cheer him, 37648|So hard it seems to part. 37648|As they sat in the garden one day, 37648|A woman came with the news, 37648|"I 'm your kind but strange kind-heart lover," 37648|I said; "and my heart is yours. 37648|"I 'm your kind but strange kind-heart lover, 37648|Your love is mine, not yours. 37648|"I do not say you are wrong, or right, or right, 37648|Yet if you say you are wrong, 37648|It is the same, alas! that I say you are right, 37648|It is the same, alas, that I say you are right; 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 13420 ======================================== 2130|And, in this time, thou art grown 2130|More gentle. 2130|In my time, too, when I was young, 2130|In my time, thy gentle hand 2130|Ruled earth. I did not ask to see 2130|His image;--I trusted to hear 2130|His voice with those who worshipped him, 2130|And felt that if we parted then, 2130|The angel stately should be near, 2130|With a golden chain to show the way, 2130|And a soft hand, that could have pleased 2130|The heart of many;--but I feel 2130|That that is over: my heart has grown 2130|More quiet, and the old world shrunk, 2130|And my spirit shrinks not from the sound 2130|Of those clear clarions, but resounds 2130|Like that of a thousand hosts around, 2130|And the storm-wind of Eternity. 2130|Now only I can hear thy voice 2130|Who once were wont to love us so-- 2130|The voice of that sweet voice, alone, 2130|Which had not yet begun to cease, 2130|Yet is gone far beyond that time, 2130|Past hope of forgetting, and gone 2130|Past thought of all regrets, which yet 2130|Must have its sorrow, and its doom, 2130|Which can never come true, nor so long. 2130|Oh, never again may I behold 2130|That image of thine, in some wild way, 2130|Whose image now shall hold me in fear! 2130|There's a voice which, in the dark 2130|Nor heaven nor hell could find, 2130|Shall break the silence of my heart, 2130|Or break the soul of song. 2130|That voice shall not be heard, 2130|In the day or the night, 2130|Where Death's dim vision shall not shine, 2130|Nor the phantom-wind complain. 2130|God and his angels, then, 2130|Who wait by angels hear, 2130|Let me not ask a thing to die 2130|Which is not given to me. 2130|A dream of thee, on either hand! 2130|But no! each dream that dies 2130|Dies not in thy sweet and dying tone; 2130|For none can live for long 2130|Who dreams not sweet things can die. 2130|A lovely light is in God's eyes, 2130|And in his hand no power is found 2130|To harm an innocent and free heart; 2130|But man, who dares to live in thee, 2130|Would be an angel-slave at last, 2130|If e'er he touched thy hand again 2130|Or touched thy smile again, 2130|And thou wert free to kiss again 2130|The lips of a dear dead friend. 2130|But, if thou wilt be free no more, 2130|But cast thy spirit down to hell, 2130|And die, as those did once, to rise, 2130|Wilt thou not then give up thy right? 2130|Not one of all mankind shall share 2130|Thy golden garments and thy throne; 2130|And one and all shall be 2130|To thee and sin no joys or pain! 2130|Thou'lt hate the stars as much as they, 2130|And tremble at the moon and sun, 2130|Because thou hast been tempted yet; 2130|And he that has been chosen, 2130|He can not live without thee! 2130|And he that loves another, 2130|Love still hath made him a slave 2130|Who made the rest obeys with pain: 2130|For he hath had thy beauty, 2130|And loved with thee his being grew. 2130|Thou hast brought back the shadow and shade, 2130|The sorrow and the gloom, the wrong and shame; 2130|Thy wounds and follies I have seen, 2130|And in my sorrow I have bled. 2130|I am as nothing now as I was then, 2130|But with myself I am one in bondage: 2130|The man was a good man in his day 2130|But thou art more than that, thou God of love! 2130|And so, ======================================== SAMPLE 13430 ======================================== 27221|The world is not so vast, nor yet so strange, 27221|Nor so exalted and so great. 27221|And 'tis a curious fact, if all 27221|Can yet be triumphantly deemed, 27221|The world is not so great, nor yet 27221|So large, though, strange? as when such seemed. 27221|"When the bright stars of night and morn 27221|And every rising starry star, 27221|All that shines on earth, or lurks above, 27221|And every breeze with airy breath, 27221|All that moves with rest in motion, 27221|And every sense with manifold powers, 27221|All that is holy in thy breast, 27221|Shine on this fairest, brightest orb, 27221|And the world's vast circumference 27221|Ring on her. 27221|"O! let those souls who live in space, 27221|And all those souls whose paths are round 27221|Be ever so enamoured of that bright 27221|Emblem of thy sweet home below. 27221|And if it find a portion small 27221|Of the immortal, and free ray, 27221|Shine on it and unalterate. 27221|"What makes us most unhappy, love, 27221|What's the dearest of the earth to thee? 27221|Or what to us seems lowest, oh! 27221|What is lowest that's justly dear?" 27221|"The dearest of the earth to me 27221|Is this fairer realm below; 27221|This purer heaven, through whose blue veil 27221|The spirits see, as in a glass, 27221|The things that ne'er fade from the sight. 27221|No damps and no vapors rise, 27221|Or change their brightness, ever flow 27221|Far from the human brain, 27221|From earth remov'd, or in the bosom fix'd 27221|Of ether still, more light divine, 27221|Rises, and makes our earthly skies 27221|More bright, and verdure spreads around. 27221|"And what, though less of heaven is near; 27221|And what remote and dark the shades 27221|That veil the soul of thought from sense? 27221|We feel but in the present moment,-- 27221|That's the essence of delight; 27221|And yet no vision to our eyes 27221|Reminds the sense to wander on, 27221|But shapes of things, or men, or beasts, 27221|Or the like phantoms, images 27221|That life sees in the heart, but not; 27221|And this same heart, that's fain to hold 27221|The apple of its rind, doth feel 27221|Most warmly when, or why, or when not, 27221|Like Adam's, it was formed to feel. 27221|"And thus we please, and thus content, 27221|Although this fairest joy be such, 27221|Where thoughts are free to range as they please. 27221|Ah! if the human heart have need 27221|Of arts, ere yet those raptures e'er 27221|Can be content; then must it grieve 27221|To share its liberty with thee. 27221|"How vain soever may be found 27221|The human soul, whene'er it breathes, 27221|And loves, and wishes, hopes, and yearns, 27221|It cannot seem in spirit else 27221|Where Adam's was such raptur'd soul. 27221|O! had the Heavens that mantled him 27221|Made other, nobler, far more fair, 27221|More artful, more submissive claim 27221|The human heart than with thee now! 27221|"The human heart it loves alone, 27221|And loves in all the varying forms 27221|Which Fancy hath supplied it; there 27221|There only shines what eye can see. 27221|And this it cannot be if seen 27221|Through all the various circles thence 27221|To that eternal seat of love, 27221|The same. For as this is not so, 27221|'Tis not the love of either sphere. 27221|If 'tis the love of heav'n on high, 27221|Or of the soul of ======================================== SAMPLE 13440 ======================================== 28591|Behold, the glory of the world! 28591|For earth is smiling now to think 28591|What glorious morns must yet be hers, 28591|For all the deeds of those beyond 28591|Who never lived before! 28591|The stars are down, 28591|But a star 28591|Still meets the sun 28591|In glory, shining. 28591|A star is born 28591|No matter how 28591|The cares that be 28591|Are far too great 28591|To ever make her happy. 28591|What I have heard 28591|Is the wind 28591|Making such a sound; 28591|And I hear a star 28591|Making it a song. 28591|But there is no wind, 28591|Nor sun, 28591|Nor stars, nor song, 28591|And no one I hear 28591|Tells me where she may be. 28591|I cannot reach 28591|My love's abode, 28591|But I'll seek it-- 28591|The farther I go, 28591|The clearer it becomes; 28591|And the farther it's made, 28591|The clearer, oh! ever clearer. 28591|Far-sighted souls 28591|Never see 28591|The light 28591|And the shadow that move 28591|The ways of day. 28591|I shall not go 28591|But I'll stay 28591|While the days go by; 28591|Yet I hear in the distance 28591|The sound of her soul-music. 28591|And a star 28591|Pleads for me 28591|Away from the way, 28591|And I hear in the distance, 28591|But she is gone. 28591|Then I say 28591|"I cannot ask her, 28591|But I'll stay 28591|While the days go on. 28591|And the farther it goes, 28591|The more I've heard and seen. 28591|And the farther it's made, 28591|The clearer I hear and see." 28591|"It is time to part." 28591|Says the moon 28591|In the dark, 28591|From her nightly sleep; 28591|And I hear in the distance 28591|The voice of the wind: 28591|"Time to part! 28591|I watch the night, 28591|I wait impatiently, 28591|And she is gone." 28591|The stars are back in the skies; 28591|Night creeps into the silent sky; 28591|The starry firmament burns bright; 28591|There is a light that is not light. 28591|A voice is crying in the night; 28591|It is not voice, it is not cry; 28591|The stars are bright; but the voice is dim-- 28591|A voice that is not voice, but cries. 28591|There is a light that is not light; 28591|This is the way of the world to be: 28591|The world to be--of light or of night, 28591|The light in the clouds or the cry in the night. 28591|I know a spot where no wind will blow, 28591|And I could stand in the sun all day. 28591|I know a bed where no spider will creep, 28591|And I could lie down all night for rest. 28591|I know a place where I'd like to sleep 28591|All night through, and the wind and the rain. 28591|I would be silent--I would not move. 28591|There is a land where all things go wrong; 28591|To it and the rest of the dead, I go. 28591|There is a land that forgets the name 28591|Of the things it has forgotten--too late. 28591|There is a land, alas! that forgets the name 28591|Of the things it has known. I think it is true 28591|It forgets of all things by the day. 28591|There is a land that forgets the name 28591|Of the things it might have been, if the world 28591|I remember, and the world it might have been 28591|Had not been a dream, a prayer, a dream. 28591|There is a sea; and when it ======================================== SAMPLE 13450 ======================================== 1279|To the young lady I've a secret-- 1279|Poor Willie's father's dead an' gone; 1279|An' poor dear lad, I wadna gie 1279|To chaps o' baptism a new grave. 1279|I'll bring him back like an undying flame, 1279|Or like a blushing, lusty lass: 1279|But a' the laws, that I can make, 1279|Will make his bonnie bairns to mourn. 1279|My bairns will gae to my lodging-house, 1279|When the morrow dawns the white-folks green, 1279|An' ither ladies, an' they not wy, 1279|Will tak ae door-key to their maist; 1279|For me, lassie, I've a secret weel- 1279|That shall nae more to me be said; 1279|But, lassie, I'll be owre on the green, 1279|In the sweet meadows o' bonnie Doon. 1279|Then I'll tak a cao the bonnie shade, 1279|Whare the white-plants o' Doon grow; 1279|An' the lass that's most in love with me, 1279|I maun kiss an' cao the same. 1279|Then heigh, my laddie! take good thought; 1279|Thou'll hae cause to laugh an' quaff, 1279|When the warl' is gane to the thritt, 1279|Which brings us both in aff. 1279|O waefu'! my heart I will leave, 1279|Till the gude dead be creeping by; 1279|Then waefu' my heart, &c. 1279|Till his last dark hour comes round, 1279|An' the funeral dirges be moaning, 1279|Then waefu' my heart, &c. 1279|Till my last tear drop bursts frae me, 1279|An' I sit in a' the press, 1279|Spurrin' wi' rage, though my heart's sae saft, 1279|And the last tear falls shy. 1279|Then waefu' my heart, &c. 1279|'Mak's us our mistresse jealous, 1279|Wha'll tell how my love grows vengeful, 1279|'For the griefs that she brings me 1279|Are murder an' horror unction, 1279|An' she sair misled me! 1279|I've been lucky, sair, in a' my days, 1279|Wi' a wife that's steady, chaste, an' smart, 1279|Till a wife's cruel, an' a die-devil, 1279|Wi' me! I'm lost, I'm lost for sic a wife! 1279|My faith, my farest, my faithless wife, 1279|Thou hast ruined my peace an' my soul! 1279|For the griefs that thine incestuous arms 1279|Have wrought that I may ne'er be dear, 1279|'Cause I boast an' claim love unkind, 1279|For sic a love as mine thou hast ta'en! 1279|I've been lucky, sair, in a wife, 1279|Wi' the best uk ever be-gan; 1279|Her love-knots were black, i' her ee, 1279|Her love-rules she did not respect; 1279|An' the lave that she had to pay, 1279|Was only to love her the fa'! 1279|She's lost me for one that's now dead, 1279|For flesh and drink they're unequal; 1279|An' there I'll keep a lit een, 1279|To damn their incestuous blood! 1279|Fareweel, my fareweel! May never 1279|Lang greet you o'er my shoulder! 1279|May no fond thought the glee inspire 1279|To follow and be your companion; 1279|Nor dreams of pleasure, hope, nor change, 1279|To cheer your hours on either hand! 1279|May you, untried by the snares of folly, 1279|Be ======================================== SAMPLE 13460 ======================================== 1745|Lights in thy breast; bezza, di dia, di dibu; 1745|Lest from thy chrystal throne, thou liest i'th' dust. 1745|Let next thy Eclogue show her lovely daughters, 1745|whose bright apples tower above the ground, 1745|The Nymphs, and Chordæan Monarchs, 1745|and the Martchalian Nymphs, all of one Colour, 1745|As tho' sovran HESPERUS the Godhead all-breed, 1745|And made all things which in Nature is found. 1745|Hernce led out the CITES, all green 1745|And glorious as the early Spring, 1745|When the soft Ile, quenchless and still, 1745|Rips away the shelt'ring drought, 1745|And swallows ev'ry chilling dropp't 1745|Dropt from the parting cloud and shaw; 1745|When Livid White out of Hinder-Than Hell 1745|Rises, and o' th' other side 1745|Bends down the Sibylline Sky, 1745|And with the other curves of yore 1745|Seems to return again the Olden Time; 1745|And there the EARLY CITES with laurel crown'd 1745|Were with FIFTH PLACE plac'd, and them abide 1745|For THRENTON and THE BOYES to glorifie 1745|The Lord Almighty, and their Lord to grace 1745|With their bright Tribute, farre and fair; 1745|So they who in the Book of Fame publish'd 1745|Their virtues, and their virtues more admired, 1745|Perused the FATE before him, and were pleas'd 1745|With what he brought, of which they now make report: 1745|For oft' times with wonder he repli'd 1745|How great soe'er the riches of the Earth, 1745|Methinks what God in gold magnifie 1745|Above the rest of Heav'n, could hardly move 1745|Earth's modest heaver, or with hand or tongue 1745|In speech increas'd her gluttony, not more 1745|Than she his works out-phaselse; but still she kept, 1745|Oft eating, drinking, gaming, and withal 1745|Deceiving him, her guerdon leepe aye devouring. 1745|High-tasking in the World, whose naturall rod 1745|Might curb th' incroachd Impresse of Virtues lawd; 1745|Farr offspring of Heav'n, that oft by thee 1745|Have had thir courses seene, and were endevourd 1745|By thee, as endevourd are the Earth, 1745|Vnder cruel Fortune, and her grieslie rod; 1745|Yet hadst thou left a spot most fit, wherein 1745|Men might have mourn'd thee, and also heir 1745|Of that unerring reward, of joynd 1745|Most lasting, which the Graces only gaind: 1745|To whom sad EDEN thus returned reprov'd. 1745|Eden, good Eve, how well thou appeerd 1745|This plenteous tribute, tempting Death 1745|To open reception, while thy fate 1745|Appeer'd, that Death might open it, and us 1745|Rejoyce unto be, for whom thou grend 1745|This reward, whose life was joy, for whom 1745|Thy fall so many a day hast kept alive 1745|Through dangers terribilous and irregular 1745|In Hills, valleys, rocks, and gulfs profound, 1745|Tending the generall viand of mankind. 1745|But haste, for in that field are we a prey 1745|To bitter fire and fiery fosse, to loose 1745|Him from his bonds, whom we have LOVELY served: 1745|To whom thus EDEN answer'd endur'd. 1745|Ah me! what shall I do? what next befel? 1745|Hast thou no more command nor immunity 1745|From death, that him whom God ordaind to serve 1745|Thy welfare and to cheer, thy weal can save? ======================================== SAMPLE 13470 ======================================== 28591|All through the day shall be thy rule; 28591|To rest, with thee, and in its place 28591|Shall be to work and live to rise; 28591|And thou shalt not despise the gift 28591|Of sweet repose that slumbers there. 28591|Away with the world's vain pride! 28591|Away with its empty strife! 28591|God's purpose shall be done, 28591|And all its false and selfish scheme! 28591|With no longer self-denials, 28591|No longer its false and vain alarms. 28591|There is a land of peaceful ease, 28591|Where no care and sorrow are; 28591|There are peace and plenty round 28591|The sunny blue sky of the land, 28591|And cheerful cowslips for the earth. 28591|And round it the wind sweeter cools, 28591|And the birds, with a deeper note, 28591|Sing round it as it goes 28591|Their sweet and innocent song 28591|Of love and joy and trust. 28591|There is a valley cool and still, 28591|By pleasant streams withdrawn; 28591|There the green meadows beckon far, 28591|And the violets blow. 28591|The little toil-worn baby there 28591|Lisps at his mother's knees: 28591|There no selfish cares disturb 28591|The Sabbath mother's rest. 28591|To love and truth a child is fair. 28591|He must believe in the good 28591|Which makes an empty heaven bright. 28591|The babe's sweet voice and baby face 28591|Can speak of heavenly things; 28591|He must obey his father's call. 28591|God's commands he must obey. 28591|And yet he must not be 28591|A proud-passionate worshipper, 28591|Loving and loving too much. 28591|He must not work as works his God; 28591|But always pray and act 28591|At the heart of all that's good and true, 28591|Even the baseest things: 28591|No selfish joy as of the spring; 28591|The tares which gather on the grain 28591|Not in their pride have died; 28591|But for the grasses and the beans 28591|God's own due cultivation is. 28591|No self-love with worldly pride: 28591|The man of sense and thought 28591|No selfish wants is bound to meet; 28591|But God's own life of love is made, 28591|He seeks for and receives. 28591|A homely face is the mother's face; 28591|A face without the grace 28591|Is that of Christ upon the cross, 28591|Who died for us. 28591|A homely face is the mother's face; 28591|A look so pale and sad 28591|That tender, little hands that clasp it, 28591|Binding it fast. 28591|A child is born and the mother's breast, 28591|A look of sorrow full, 28591|Tearing away the little bloom 28591|From her child's dear eyes. 28591|An angel's touch and the breast hath bled, 28591|The babe is not so pale 28591|But all the blood is on her face, 28591|And she can read the sign 28591|Of death upon her child's dear face, 28591|And tell the Lord of angels so 28591|That she can have it so. 28591|The morning stars sang from the hill, 28591|"A child is born to-day; 28591|Christ is its God, so will it be-- 28591|A child is born to-day!" 28591|The baby lay upon the grass-- 28591|A baby little laid. 28591|"It is not so dear, for 'tis white, 28591|And red I wish it were," 28591|So whispered the rosy stars to the baby, 28591|And it lay on its mother's breast. 28591|But now the angel who was wont to keep 28591|The keys of the cradle from the thief, 28591|Comes to the cradle and opens it wide-- 28591|"O, there is gold in my purse!" 28591|"It is not good to have such ======================================== SAMPLE 13480 ======================================== 30672|The earth is a field, 30672|The earth is a meadow, 30672|That is wide and open, 30672|Where the little grass grows: 30672|But I must go to the sea, 30672|The grave is a tomb 30672|In which is the soul of God, 30672|In whirled waves of song. 30672|Thy feet are not in vain, 30672|And thou art not alone; 30672|The spirit which has passed 30672|Through this wild sea is dear 30672|As the heart of the soul which is lost. 30672|All the night I sat with the dead 30672|'Neath the moon, at the feet of the dead; 30672|And I saw the light that is thine 30672|Shine on the face of the one I loved. 30672|It glowed like the light which is thine, 30672|Like the light which is thine, 30672|And the shadow of the one I loved 30672|Whose form was like the shadow of the tomb. 30672|With folded hands and eyes upturn'd, 30672|The loved one stood in the shadow of Time. 30672|Like one who has lived in a dream, 30672|She kneels and sheans like one who hath prayed, 30672|She lays her face in the shadow of Death, 30672|As in a dream she stood and wept at rest. 30672|With folded hands and eyes upturn'd, 30672|The loved one stood in the shadow of Time, 30672|At the foot of the star-burthen'd hills. 30672|To the darkling hills where all her joys are fled, 30672|Where the sweet heart of Youth is broken in twain, 30672|O! let thy soul dwell in the shadowy glens 30672|As it was wont in the dear old days. 30672|For the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades 30672|Is like the one thou wilt not meet by day; 30672|To the darkling glens as it was wont, 30672|_For the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades_. 30672|For the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades, 30672|Is like the one thou must not meet by day, 30672|For where ever she looks back her tear-stained eyes 30672|Shall search for her one foot upon the plain. 30672|And where once she kissed the lips of the one she loved, 30672|She weeps for the shadow of the tomb alone. 30672|O! let the shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades 30672|Be thy love's and thy love's for evermore, 30672|While thy love's everlastingly is abroad, 30672|As it was in the dear old days. 30672|All her heart is still as the mountain lakes, 30672|While the love which is not has never ceased; 30672|For the heart of the nightingale lies low 30672|And its melodies are full of a love that is not. 30672|And as love comes with him that takes the sky, 30672|And looks on the endlesss with heart intent, 30672|So love is coming home to her lonely bower. 30672|And that love that will never come back to win 30672|A moment of the heart which is not there, 30672|But is still her only and all-enduring throne, 30672|The shadow of the tomb in the wild forest glades. 30672|She is not loved in vain nor yet forsaken, 30672|Nor ever will be, that soul bereft of care, 30672|But every day the flowers of her fair youth, 30672|Which never wither and never fade away, 30672|Are gathering where now alone she is laid. 30672|Then let the love that is coming come to her, 30672|And the love that is waiting for her still; 30672|And let her still be waiting when he comes, 30672|And be as kind to her as was her youth. 30672|Oh, let the darkling gloom of sleep close her eyes, 30672|And the long weary hours of darkness grow nigh; 30672|Then, love, let us wake in the morning light, 30672|In the light of the love that is never done, 30672|And the light of ======================================== SAMPLE 13490 ======================================== 29345|The wind, it does not shake. But here I stand 29345|With fingers stiff against a tree 29345|Of scarlet leaves and twigs that shake and curl 29345|Beneath, and feel the cold. 29345|I do not know where it came 29345|From where the wind swept and the rain had gone 29345|But this was all that I could see 29345|Of it and the light that shone and fell 29345|Into my eyes. 29345|"I know where and when it came, 29345|But I must find it and go. 29345|I do not believe in what I write 29345|And yet there were men who saw it fall 29345|In the cold light, and they said it was 29345|A shadow they had seen. 29345|I think they thought the shade the snow-cloud had made 29345|But a moment ago, 29345|And then they knew that the shadow must be Death 29345|And that there went the wind. 29345|"They did not understand 29345|That Time is there to be the ruler 29345|And that the seasons come and go: 29345|That Death is there in the gray of day 29345|Yet is Death not death. 29345|"They did not know that Life and Death are one 29345|Nor that the earth is a living crown 29345|Crowned with a cloud of dust 29345|"And all of them who live who pass away 29345|Must pass as shadows away, 29345|"For Time and Death are ever seeking their goal, 29345|And Time's always passing away 29345|"And the shadow moves, for it lives and moves, 29345|It never passes away; 29345|"And Life's the thing that follows after Death 29345|And has its end at last. 29345|"When Life and Death are ever seeking their goal, 29345|And the shadows move as they do; 29345|When Time and Death are ever seeking their end 29345|They must not make a place; 29345|"When there's no place for Death or Life to hide, 29345|And Life's the thing that follows after Death 29345|And has its end at last." 29345|When they passed by that long row of stone men 29345|That used the old church for churchyard wall, 29345|A woman with a little baby in her arms 29345|Looked up and saw the men at work. 29345|But when she saw the man at work she bowed her 29345|With tears and followed him through prayer. 29345|And there was Job, that man at work, 29345|Who was a little boy when he went there 29345|And took a piece of wool for sweat, 29345|And now that Job is grown his hair is white, 29345|And his wife is wrapped in white. 29345|"The Devil comes to work," said Job to God, 29345|And laughed a little and made joke 29345|As the mother was pulling away to go 29345|From the churchyard where the old churchyard stones 29345|Had made a place for home. 29345|Then Job was given a crown of yellow wood 29345|As he passed where the old churchyard stones, 29345|And so the old churchyard stones were made again 29345|To be a place for home. 29345|And the children went through the churchyard grass 29345|To look for the old churchyard stones: 29345|But when they came from the churchyard stones to home the churchyard 29345|Old man Job was standing alone 29345|And his eyes were black as a ghost, 29345|But he had a heart that was white as silk, 29345|And no one thought the sound of his voice 29345|Was strange for some one of God's own angels 29345|That were coming by Job's call. 29345|It was the sun-dried winter morning, 29345|The year was to be, 29345|And his watchman was the young girl who stood 29345|With her hands in his face, 29345|With her eyes turned from the road 29345|And her hair all thrown aside. 29345|Her lips were set and her cheek was set 29345|To a flush as sweet and fresh 29345|As a rose's blossom while blooming, 29345|And her hair ======================================== SAMPLE 13500 ======================================== 29345|It seems all of his work was done but the last 29345|Torture of the night, when, in the twilight dark, 29345|There had been a vision of the firelight. 29345|A faint pale gleam--all of that room was white-- 29345|A sudden shadow on some window-pane 29345|Lit up the face of a little man to watch, 29345|The woman, crouched in a corner at her side, 29345|The sleeping boy's familiar face beside. 29345|And the firelight on a sofa--it seems 29345|The last of warmth it could hold for that man. 29345|"Why were you so patient, father?" she said 29345|As the shadows died about that bed of white. 29345|It has not been easy, but I tried to think 29345|Of something that was better. There might have been 29345|Other pleasant things to do with my brain. 29345|Some half-dozen bright prospects had I planned 29345|Of something better, and still I could not think 29345|Of one. If that had been a dozen bright, 29345|What would that man have done? He walked and walked, 29345|As only men have to walk, the gray road down 29345|To the end of an uneventful journey lost, 29345|And then would say, "What is it that I see?" 29345|The man who walks in the dim, uneventful morning, 29345|The man who puts out the spark that will not burn, 29345|He sees what he can't see till evening dies. 29346|The following pages contain stories drawn from many sources 29346|into music. 29346|The pages listed below follow the form of the original 29346|poem. 29346|The First Time's the Case 29346|Once upon a midnight dreary, when all 29346|The weary world lay slumbering, I heard 29346|A stirring in the ground I knew so well-- 29346|A clump of willows by a river dim. 29346|And, lo! upon the dimmer, still pond near, 29346|A little form was kneeling--and alone. 29346|"My mother, I have come from nursing sick; 29346|I think it is some lingering symptom 29346|Which makes the patient not behave as _she_ ought, 29346|And is not yet put out by poultice." 29346|And kneeling--as such do always do-- 29346|"My mother, I have lived a little while 29346|With this poor tired head--I can lie and dream 29346|And hear and see and touch and know you still." 29346|And her mother heard her and answered him with thanks, 29346|With tears of genuine pity and genuine joy, 29346|With soft affection, full of tears that fell 29346|Like rain. The child was glad and kissed the mother's face. 29346|And so the child went to leave her at home, 29346|Her heart a little lighter than before. 29346|She heard her mother's voice say, "My dear child, 29346|Mother said that if you would rest and sleep 29346|This rest would be the best, and so--he--" 29346|"My mother's God! My mother is my God! 29346|She was the doctor in the hospital!" 29346|My heart was on the rack, and, sick to death 29346|With sorrow, overladen with a doubt 29346|Which doom would come at last, I sat and wept; 29346|I watched the sun go down upon the bay, 29346|And, lo! the ship was past the next. 29346|The wind was strong with waters and the tide, 29346|And I was sick at heart; and slowly, slowly, 29346|As to the bay I drew, 29346|My head spun round in a hollow, tossing fit 29346|As her bright masts shot by. 29346|"I will not trouble now, or ask a ride 29346|From mother--I will come to you where I am!" 29346|And so I took the boat from out the bay, 29346|And clambered into the water and went adown 29346|Down a small, winding channel to the tide 29346|That drenched us in its flood. 29346|I saw, as down through the ======================================== SAMPLE 13510 ======================================== 7394|And I shall sleep awhile by the water-side, 7394|And turn the mill around me, and take in 7394|The whirls of water that run through my hair, 7394|That come and go as the mill turns. 7394|I shall watch the mills with the tall clear glass, 7394|While the red steel gleams above, 7394|And gather, like the red-bird in the tree, 7394|Fragments of the rustling air. 7394|I shall watch the mills with the yellow glass, 7394|And the red steel turn and grind, 7394|And listen the loud chimes that call me back, 7394|From a life with other voices shut, 7394|And the steel that's heard no more! 7394|I shall watch our water, where the mills are 7394|All watching and grinding me, 7394|While o'er and o'er comes back the murmurous steam, 7394|And the wheel that's turned is still,-- 7394|But I'm too weary of the mill-hands gone, 7394|And weary of the mills for me! 7394|Oh, the world was fair, and the world was gold, 7394|And the world was grass, and the world was gorse, 7394|And the world was gold at the very grass,-- 7394|But the world's green to the little lassie in 7394|Who had lost the gold. 7394|And the world was fair, and the world was gold, 7394|And the world was grass, and the world was gorse, 7394|And the world was grass at the very grass,-- 7394|But the world's green to the little lassie, 7394|Who had lost the gold! 7394|And the world was fair, and the world was gold, 7394|And the world was grass, and the world was gorse, 7394|And the world was gold at the very grass,-- 7394|But the world's green to the little lassie. 7394|And I laughed that I laughed, because I knew 7394|They were both right in that she felt so blue. 7394|Then a long year went over my head, 7394|And a little child was born to me. 7394|Oh, it wasn't gold that I wanted to spend,-- 7394|But the golden heart of my little girl, 7394|That was always so bright and sweet to me, 7394|And now, my little lassie, you look blue. 7394|And that's because I had forgot, one day, 7394|A long year had gone over my head, 7394|And it seemed, so odd, and so strange and good, 7394|That there came no one but this beautiful boy,-- 7394|And he never looked at me with such love. 7394|Oh, I never dreamed he'd look so odd! 7394|My boyhood's dream has come true and far, 7394|And my little life's a perfect song. 7394|Oh, you don't look at me, my little girl, 7394|With that look in the eyes of happiness, 7394|For, oh my eyes, you are the very blue 7394|And the very roses that bloom in a fairy world,-- 7394|And,--you never seem to see the long, long years 7394|That have come over me with long, long years to be! 7394|I am tired of the dream 7394|Of golden-haired happiness; 7394|Of sun-kissed happiness; 7394|Of hearts of love that ache and ache, 7394|And beat their wings and fail to win 7394|The one thing love ought to give: 7394|I am tired of the joy that flies 7394|With the wind through the windy trees, 7394|And beats their hearts, as I lean for aid, 7394|Weary with the beat of their wings; 7394|I am tired of the joy that lies 7394|In a night of wind and rain; 7394|Of an hour that runs and never stays, 7394|And flutters, and never can stay, 7394|Until the morrow comes and I lie 7394|In a world of flower-buds all night long; 7394|And every flower seems to tell of you. 7394| ======================================== SAMPLE 13520 ======================================== 615|The valiant Pales, and she that bore that name, 615|With whom had lived a chain of noble line, 615|Which, in its turn, would bind the earth again 615|And raise the sea: she, as her father's son, 615|In the whole world was nigh to equal; he 615|The foremost of the Christian kings; of all 615|In fame, that ever crowns the standard brown: 615|Famous, because a deed so beauteous wrought, 615|Had scarce been told in all the world beside. 615|All those who were her liege lords at that fest 615|Have left, ere that goodly work was done; 615|And so that mighty store of gifts bestowed, 615|As if all wealth were but its equal, falls; 615|And many a noble warrior and of peers 615|Deemed it as a dream, which never came to pass. 615|For this and for more small recompence served 615|For this the warlike youth, who might have won 615|Or made the mighty prize, upon him prest. 615|So that the royal Charles's heart and mind 615|(Though oft it is in thought recalled) have part 615|With his good wife, his court and courteous crew, 615|Save that his love is yet of Pales the chief; 615|Who she has nursed with constant fondness, 615|Nor ever more his heart will to her cloy. 615|Nor ever more the warrior in his breast, 615|Heard, or thought, or heard, till love and dame were one. 615|Thus, when the morning came at last, by force, 615|The tidings of fair Agramant's gain were brought; 615|In that by a long course and hard assay, 615|Whereof the knight believed, he had not had, well nigh 615|He had the fortune to have found out his knight: 615|But that he had not, and (so the queen advised) 615|That now was he at fault, and could not be. 615|And in her ear her father's story she rehearsed, 615|And wished that on the morrow with the band, 615|That she might on the right of Charles behold 615|Some herald on horse-back with the fair ones, 615|Who would carry news to king, or else to king 615|To march, with what his warriors might require; 615|And so return, with tidings to King Charles, 615|For him, who should the news unfold to France, -- 615|That, having told him that Rogero's hand 615|Was still upon him in the martial strain, 615|Had not the news been conveyed, as it should, 615|To his great sorrow and his loss of life. 615|The tidings that the maid would to him send, 615|If he of her and all his lords would swear, 615|Were, in the monarch's ear, to him accorded; 615|But when his love and courteous bearing told 615|In a single answer every word, 615|By a loud murmur and by tears he wept, 615|As he remembered that a knight was dead, 615|And deemed the fairest of Pales' dames, was dead. 615|But what more good by her had she than if 615|She had revealed, with word or deed, the same? 615|-- As the old King had told to him, how died 615|King Agramant, and how the maid was laid, 615|So, in one instant with his eyes, he viewed 615|Her in her marble coffin laid at rest; 615|How the fair child was born to him; how near 615|She was of joining France with what he would; 615|And next how to that realm to her she bore 615|In that last hour that fixed in his thought. 615|He, when the dame, with whom he did debate, 615|Was ready to agree where peace was made, 615|(So great were the event by victory sped) 615|Rejected in his thought another plan, 615|Nor, that he would have his wish a thing best, 615|Was ever his desire to hope to get; 615|Who, in the very first to Paris bore 615|That dame, his sire, and other knights beside; 615|(A lady fair to see and well to speed, 615|And to his bidding, what he would have done) 615|And, in spite of ======================================== SAMPLE 13530 ======================================== 13650|The most precious of all precious things. 13650|I've a heart: a mysterious heart, 13650|A heart that throbs with all its powers, 13650|A heart with the greatest of heartaches, 13650|The love of a life-long love-hate. 13650|A lady of beauty and wit, 13650|She's my queen, and, lord of my wits. 13650|I love her, as the dew loves the beam 13650|Of the sunlight, I love her, as the eye loves 13650|A mist that floats in the air of the starlight, 13650|I love her, as we all love the shape 13650|Of an ancient relic, the marble. 13650|I love her with an ardour I dare not name 13650|Because I should hurt old Julia. 13650|She loves me when all her beauty lies 13650|'Neath the soft shade of some lovely lily; 13650|And I love her when, 'fore all nature's charms, 13650|These few faint bloom-dreams fade, and die away. 13650|I love her, like the moon, when her rosy lips 13650|And the glimmering lustre of youth are in them. 13650|I love her, as the lark loves the morning dew; 13650|And when she's on the wing, I love to hear her. 13650|So I love her in the best of all ways, 13650|With an ardour that would rouse a swallow. 13650|There was once a beautiful lady, 13650|Whose name was Vanity; 13650|And always there was a little stool 13650|By her side, a chair for her, 13650|And a fountain at her feet 13650|Whereon her feet might sit. 13650|But he looked askance, and she looked askantly: 13650|He said, "You are beautiful, 13650|As you stand in this chair, or lean to it, 13650|Or move about your table." 13650|"I am the fairest one of all: 13650|And therefore the most valued 13650|And most loathsome of all creatures, 13650|Because I am not beautiful and fair; 13650|"You do not hate me because I am not fair, 13650|Or hate my beauty more divine, 13650|Or my chair more unkempt and filthy 13650|Than all the furniture here." 13650|So he took the Vanity away, 13650|But left behind this inscription, 13650|Which she read out, and read it over and over, 13650|Till every nerve in her brain, 13650|Burned like an altar-flame. 13650|I have a palace, far away 13650|On a hill-side, near a river; 13650|A violet grows about its gate, 13650|And flowers bloom near the way. 13650|In the violets' quick and gay 13650|March the sweetest, saddest things; 13650|And in the violets, sweetest 13650|Softest notes the sweetest bird 13650|That ever sang and sang 13650|Till the world forgot the words he wrote, 13650|And went to make him well. 13650|But I love it not when it grows late, 13650|And the violets in April bloom, 13650|And the roses of the June-- 13650|Or when it is as desolate as it ever was, 13650|And the rue grows by the brook. 13650|When it is gray as it can never have been, 13650|And desolate as it was then; 13650|When it wears like a relic of a sin 13650|The heavy garb of sorrow; 13650|And its white gates are ever opened wide 13650|To welcome in the dawn 13650|Of a sad-faced ghost from the other world; 13650|I weep for it in silence 13650|In the garden of the hills-- 13650|And the violets are always weeping, 13650|And the roses always bloom. 13650|_What's the good of love if she can't be 13650|The bounding lion of my life? 13650|Or the dear muse of song be mine 13650|When the light of her smile is fled?_ 13650|_Ah ======================================== SAMPLE 13540 ======================================== 18238|For she is the daughter of my man, 18238|And I am the son of my man. 18238|I know a tree 18238|That every summer I climb. 18238|I know a tree 18238|That every winter I plant. 18238|It stands among the grasses, 18238|A great green tree against the sky; 18238|It knows the wind and the cold, 18238|It knows the sun and the breeze. 18238|It knows the earth and the sky, 18238|It knows the light and shade. 18238|It knows the world as fresh as 18238|A rose, to the hand of a gardener 18238|It is as sweet as a flower; 18238|But I know a tree, 18238|And I know a tree, 18238|For I planted it, and I know 18238|A tree, and a tree, a tree. 18238|I know a tree 18238|As the little rose that you planted, 18238|As the tender white rose that withers, 18238|And leaves me, a wreath for my own: 18238|As the little white rose that withers, 18238|I'll think it a friend. 18238|It is the little white rose of spring, 18238|And I shall see her again in May. 18238|It is the little white rose, 18238|And she's like a woman to-day. 18238|Like a woman, too, in her white robes, 18238|And her red ribbons! 18238|With the red, white, and blue, 18238|Her face is red like the fire, 18238|And her hands are white as the snow, 18238|Like an infant's snow-white curls. 18238|Her eyes are blue, like the flake, 18238|Like the fir-tree under the withered fir, 18238|Like a child's sweet little love-light eyes, 18238|Like a man's sweet mane. 18238|Her hair is made of the snow, 18238|Like the snowflakes under a tree, 18238|White as the snow-flake flakes. 18238|Her voice is made of the rain, 18238|Like the rain that freezes wood, 18238|As soft as the moist leaves on the rill, 18238|Like a melody. 18238|Her lips are like the drops of rain 18238|On the water, moist and white, 18238|Like the kiss of her lips and cheeks. 18238|Her feet like ice are pressed 18238|On the earth by the feet of the snow, 18238|On her feet are the feet of me! 18238|It is the little white rose, 18238|And she withers before my feet; 18238|It is the little white rose of spring, 18238|And it withers before my feet. 18238|If I fell from a tree, 18238|And fell into a stream, 18238|Whose billows would bear me 18238|And swell my sails forever, 18238|What should I care how wide or steep? 18238|If I lived on a shore, 18238|Where the sea rolled up in billows, 18238|What should I care how great or small? 18238|If I slumbered in a boat, 18238|In a ship, forever, 18238|What should I care how steep or deep? 18238|If I had an hour's breath, 18238|And a flower were blown with it, 18238|What should I care about the water, 18238|What should I care about the earth? 18238|And I floated past a ship, 18238|A dead ship, sunk in the sea, 18238|With a dead boat of coral 18238|For my pilot. 18238|I was a man on the sea, 18238|And the wind was a man with me, 18238|Whose face it was hid in the waves, 18238|Whose hands were hidden in my hair. 18238|And a man went a-walking one day, 18238|With the way of his day, too, 18238|Wheresoe'er he went, with his head to the sea, 18238|He saw a ship was coming near. 18238|And the land was growing fainter, 18238|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 13550 ======================================== 2294|As the sun in the West-most wood, 2294|With its black fire-lilies, 2294|Till the darkness of night fell on us 2294|And the shadows of stars rose up in the sky: 2294|As the stars with great beams of light 2294|And the dusk in the West-side woods. 2294|How the trees with their huge branches 2294|And their swaying hues o'er the gloam! 2294|And the wind in the branches by the leaves 2294|As it walks across the dusk in the West-side woods. 2294|What wind was it, that swept so softly by us, 2294|Through the dusk in the West-side woods? 2294|And what trees with their gorgeous scents 2294|And gorgeous shapes o'er the gloam? 2294|And what sounds of the night's wild flight 2294|By the branches and by the leaves in the wood? 2294|And what wind among the stars did pass, 2294|O'er the dusk in the West-side woods? 2294|And the wood-sounds through the dusk passed by us, 2294|Through the woods where the red deer feed, 2294|As the white deer pass in his cave, 2294|With his young ones by his side, 2294|Whom he loves to hunt with keenest eyes 2294|O'er the meadows by the river-side, 2294|With his young ones by his side: 2294|With the darkling eyes of the deer 2294|As he walks through the woods again, 2294|With his young ones by his side. 2294|What wind was that that swept 2294|And wandered in the darkness by us, 2294|Through the silence and in the shade 2294|Of the woods where the red deer lurk, 2294|Through the shadows of the night, 2294|With its shadow in the wood? 2294|And what trees with their massive scents 2294|And towering hues o'er the gloam? 2294|And what wild howl of the night-wind 2294|Where it walks across the gloom? 2294|And what wild waves of leaves and flowers 2294|Shook by the breath of the night? 2294|And what breath of the night-breath 2294|That passed through us, from the depths of night, 2294|Through the silence and the gloom? 2294|Ah, what change of winds for us! 2294|And what change of trees and flowers 2294|And waves, oh, what change of stars 2294|In the dark-shadowing woods. 2294|Yet, though these things we see not, 2294|And though we hear not, the stars glisten 2294|As they wander through the dark, and the dews of the dawn 2294|Are stained with a mellow glory, 2294|When the night of the soul is dead 2294|And its shadows are drawn to clay, 2294|By the calm of the God who speaks, 2294|Let me sing of the light that still 2294|Glitters in the hearts of men, 2294|As it shone in mine from youth, 2294|When it was more than language, 2294|Shining out like a glory in the face of the world 2294|To tell the great truth of Him, 2294|And to tell it alone with thee, 2294|Our little brother, my sweetheart, 2294|While all the world sleeps and dreams, 2294|And the stars are a-waning as a light of pearl over the sea 2294|And your voice is sweet as the breath of a virgin on a hill: 2294|And I can tell you all gladness, 2294|That the world could not know, 2294|With its pomp and its splendour and its talk, 2294|When you were my sweetheart, my sweetheart, 2294|Ere the world was made plain. 2294|The world was made plain, for you had the glory in Jesus' birth 2294|To lay the shame and the pride; 2294|And the world must hear your song, your voice, 2294|Until the end of earth. 2294|Till the end of time. And your voice, 2294|Your light, your grace, your gentle love, 2294|Your beautiful, your ======================================== SAMPLE 13560 ======================================== 25953|And the man stood in the doorway, 25953|And his hat on his head he lifted. 25953|"Who, O man, is there coming 25953|Out to-day from Lempo's marshes, 25953|Hymning thee from men and heroes?" 25953|Said the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"O my son, who hast left thy dwelling, 25953|Come I myself, the man of magic, 25953|On my way from Lempo's gates with me. 25953|I shall go to seek the Minnehaha, 25953|Where the men are seeking for the Sampo." 25953|Then the son of Kaleva hastened, 25953|And he hastened o'er the heathlands, 25953|To the land where he had long been. 25953|There the young men came to meet him, 25953|To salute the old man proudly, 25953|And the aged man gave him greetings, 25953|In his hands clasping the hand of Väinämöinen. 25953|"Fare thee well, O great magician, 25953|And the good Pohjola, too, fare thee well! 25953|I'm ashamed in my estimation, 25953|Shame and sorrow was I wont to feel thee, 25953|For I knew, while near thou stoodest, 25953|That thou hadst the magic Sampo, 25953|And it was the work of Ilmarinen." 25953|Then the boy took up the Sampo, 25953|With one hand he took it from it, 25953|Waved the magic Sampo over it, 25953|And he sang and said the following; 25953|"Sing thou, thou wondrous Sampo, 25953|Sing thou, thou wondrous Sampo's power!" 25953|From the magic Sampo he sang it 25953|Far and near the fields of Pohja. 25953|When the woods were whole once more, 25953|When the fields were filled with grasses, 25953|When the sky was clear and sunny, 25953|In his home the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Grew and flourished in his country, 25953|And the people rejoiced in him. 25953|There appear'd a maiden maiden, 25953|Who, the fairest child of Pohja, 25953|Once had lived a joyous life 25953|In a cottage near the smithy. 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maidens, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maidens, 25953|For there dwells a haughty dame, 25953|And an e'en so mighty dame, 25953|And an even stronger dame, 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|For the house I fain would enter, 25953|And my son at home I enter, 25953|And my son's daughter too is dwelling, 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|For by night the maidens' apartments 25953|Must be crowded with the bowers, 25953|And the seats around the fire-side, 25953|And the seats around the fire-side, 25953|All must be crowded with the flowers, 25953|And the rushes by the window, 25953|And the lilies on the balcony, 25953|And the dandelions in the garden, 25953|"Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|Go to town, thou lovely maiden, 25953|And a child's life must be elected, 25953|And the child will go to school, 25953|And the children's lessons taught, 25953|And the children's lessons taught. 25953|And thy husband will be absent, 25953|And thy son's wife will miss him, 25953|In the distant country never, 25953|In a far-off land forgotten, 25953|"All must be crowded with the flowers, 25953|All the beds are crowded with flowers, 25953|And the chairs at all the windows, 25953|And the pillows on the tables, 25953|In the gardens the leaves are scattered." 25953|Then the boy in ======================================== SAMPLE 13570 ======================================== 24679|"If she is mine who took this day 24679|From out our home the bird so free, 24679|The very air is stilled within 24679|In all its fullness, far and near, 24679|As though within the heart of it 24679|The earth had never been before, 24679|And the dear hand of it in play 24679|Had touched the buds with life and light 24679|And stirred the flowers with music strong. 24679|For this we cannot understand, 24679|But still the little bird will sing. 24679|Tarry awhile, and in a while 24679|The wind shall bring that bird again, 24679|For, when the wind is warm and long, 24679|The wings of it are warm and free. 24679|Tarry awhile, and when it sings, 24679|Our heart in silence murmurs round, 24679|The earth and sky and all unseen 24679|Have changed their masters to a bird, 24679|The stars and moon shall have a part, 24679|And through the greenwood bird will go, 24679|As though no soul of man should hear! 24679|Tarry awhile, and come again! 24679|With eyes aflame with vision great 24679|We look, and lo! it comes again! 24679|It comes and comes and flies! 24679|Come, little light, 24679|A little light afar, 24679|Hover round with golden gleam, 24679|And with your eyes of mystery 24679|With terror blind, 24679|Catch us, touch us, kiss us quick, 24679|Like a sweet touch on the forehead! 24679|For we but seem, 24679|Or seem but we, for all we know, 24679|Merely the dim shape of dream 24679|That passes to a nearer light. 24679|For we but seem, 24679|Or seem but we; 24679|But not strange things 24679|To us, 24679|As strange things to our own eyes, 24679|And strange, unknown wonders, too, 24679|That pass from us unperceived! 24679|Our little birds of fire 24679|Bold in the flight 24679|Sing home again, and sing, 24679|To the little birds of fire 24679|Returning to their homes, 24679|And their song to us is sweet 24679|A sweet tune in the dark! 24679|There is a garden where the green-gods dwell, 24679|Whose glimmering paths are white as snow, 24679|When winter comes with gusts of cold, 24679|Fades like snow. In summer, they are gay, 24679|A little space, in the green-garden near 24679|The starry skies. There the soft wing buds 24679|Each leaf, the smallest flower, and twines 24679|As it the buds; and in the autumn hours, 24679|All night-time, they fly forth from the nest 24679|Close folded there. 24679|There is a garden of roses 24679|Whose fragrance fills the heart with sweet, 24679|Sweet odors, that waft from sweet lips 24679|Touched with the softest bloom of May; 24679|And night, when the moon-showers fall, 24679|Will make each bud and blossom fair 24679|In its fair light; 24679|And every blossom a rose, a rose, 24679|A rose in the garden there. 24679|There is a garden of pansies, 24679|Whose seeds are red and white and blue; 24679|And when the wind, 24679|On the garden path, 24679|With a sudden beauty gleams, 24679|As down the path the pansies swing, 24679|Then all the garden is enwound 24679|With rose-buds gold. 24679|There are pansy-garden, 24679|Soft, low, in sweet repose, 24679|Where a little maid 24679|Sits by a daisy-flower 24679|That springs up in the garden there 24679|With a sweet, sweet breath, 24679|And murmurs, "Ah, how good 'tis here 24679|To shelter me from winter wind! 24679|A shelter sweet and clean ======================================== SAMPLE 13580 ======================================== 10602|As they to doome and doome, did the same to her. The 10602|worlde and the same, both the same, they were both the same unto each other, 10602|that the true heavens there as they now are, may never be againe. 10602|And this in the same is to be deemed the great end of all things, 10602|But of which as we shall with further speaces tell 10602|in another place, I not unless of the same shall make 10602|search.] 10602|"For," said the Poet, "let them rise and set, behold 10602|what was before them, and what may be. Let them fall 10602|before that which is to be, and fall before that which is; 10602|and be sure, for that which is to come to pass, it is. 10602|For as the sun rises and sets, so hath this heart, 10602|Which was not of a single nature, set itself in it 10602|And being of one colour doth make itself like to an other, 10602|But each unlike; and so this heart was dark, and is 10602|like the sun, being of a different colour, but of the same 10602|soul. This other's colour being set in it of its own 10602|nature, it is of no other than what is set into it; 10602|And being of the same colour, does the like to that 10602|which is of natures colour, but of a other's. This heart 10602|in the same manner as that you see a great light in a cloud, 10602|That which was clouded there, in it as in cloud it is: 10602|And all things unto this heart are of the same colour. 10602|But that which is in clouded places must needs be clouded: 10602|For what is in a certain place, will not be so elsewhere, 10602|But in another, where the cloud, which shutteth fast the way, 10602|Let go, and colour is shed abroad againe, without 10602|cloud, in a new air, it being of the same kind. 10602|And thus, ye Gods, whilome, the earth did not make any 10602|pairs of colours, as now she hath doft; nor was the heaven 10602|clouded, till all that in it, with the things of sense, 10602|passed by it were divided; for those were the coloured 10602|spirits, which then upon different colours made it seem. 10602|Thus in the heaven we see the heaven's coloured spirits 10602|differ, because they are not made of one kind all to one, 10602|But they divide themselves through pleasure and distaste; 10602|As when a man, to dye a bonny red roses, 10602|Doubles the seeds of those best colour'd seeds of white, 10602|And he wisheseth not the fresh white to be his guide 10602|Till he dye's his colours after the white flower, 10602|Wherefore at length he doth put off his delight; 10602|And hence be colours seen most in their new, new fruits. 10602|"But," said my Sone, "sooth, what is there at the last 10602|Of these great marveles which we have ever seen? 10602|We know not how the heavens, and such as are in't, 10602|Are made; yet all things we have witnessed here 10602|Have been for that end, or for doing well or ill. 10602|Thus all must be of one kind, and they all are this. 10602|"Yet to come to the last point, and that is this,-- 10602|That we may see, and prove, our souls selves made, 10602|And, at the last, may find out how the heaven is 10602|That all the trees, and every flower we ever saw 10602|And every herb in all the grounds and fountains; 10602|In all the rivers, and all that run to drink, 10602|And all that live in them that walk the ground; 10602|And all that in the sea do float and swim, 10602|And all that down the sides of the rivers float; 10602|For I have found this rule, which I have learnt it from you, 10602|And have remembered it in my study now." 10602|So in short words he ======================================== SAMPLE 13590 ======================================== 2080|What must the rest be? the heart 2080|That in that hour of pride should break? 2080|Not to the rest the gain alone, 2080|With the heart's self for the self's sake 2080|To the rest heart-kindly made; 2080|Not by the heart to be gained 2080|In the joys our earthly way; 2080|But--'mid the joys--for the sake 2080|Of its human nature wrought! 2080|'Tis not for earth to tell her woes 2080|Nor heaven for the high time to come, 2080|Not to the other that the past 2080|To our heavenly future is dear. 2080|The past and present only are, 2080|The present only is; 2080|So let us live in the present, 2080|Let us work in the present! 2080|We can but strive to make thee great! 2080|I will not strive to make thee great! 2080|I shall be done before thy breath 2080|Will lengthen or narrow the span 2080|Of life to the swift years that flee, 2080|Or the last to the last! 2080|I shall be done ere life's roses blow 2080|On this green grave of youth's first May-- 2080|If, when thy death is over, 2080|Not a tear shall be raised, 2080|Till thou art laid with the last, best flowers, 2080|And the first to lie cold on earth! 2080|All for thy soul, 2080|All for thy death, 2080|All for thy life. 2080|Sorrow be thine! for, with thy life, 2080|My day is done; 2080|The last of its blest 2080|And last of its blind, 2080|This last of the world is done. 2080|The last and the best, 2080|We two! 2080|We two make death 2080|Of all our sorrow! 2080|We have been through the storm together, 2080|So shall we now through the night; 2080|And we two that loved so well 2080|Shall we soon be standing 2080|As, between us, stand dark, 2080|And mournfully, 2080|The flowers that our hands wept to wear, 2080|And the wild flowers we watched to be 2080|Shall one day seem,-- 2080|Oh, sad, sad they shall be, 2080|For they both love us! 2080|They have been through the storm together, 2080|For life goes up forever, 2080|So let us now meet once more! 2080|And we two, 2080|That love you so so, 2080|We two that have loved so well, 2080|Shall we then be standing 2080|As two fallen flowers, 2080|That one fell, and one blossoms, 2080|And each doth grieve, 2080|And each doth grieve and weep? 2080|And I am a weak man, 2080|In need of a strong man! 2080|And he is a wild deer, 2080|In need of a wild bow! 2080|And he hath a strong heart, 2080|That cannot grow weary 2080|With the burdens he bears! 2080|And he holds his breath! 2080|And he is the strongest; 2080|And he will carry a wreath 2080|With his hands! 2080|To him is death 2080|A welcome dream, 2080|And a welcome guest; 2080|If he be well stricken, 2080|If his heart and blood 2080|Is undaunted and clear, 2080|Death, O Death, wilt thou not come on me, with thy dart 2080|To kill me? 2080|I shall see thy smile; 2080|I shall feel thy kiss, 2080|And shall come to thee, 2080|Thou with thy teeth. 2080|Thou with thy cruel eyes, 2080|That are cruel for a day, 2080|Thou with thy crooked feet, 2080|That tread 2080|On my dear bones, 2080|And mak'st my grief; 2080|Thou that mak'st the ======================================== SAMPLE 13600 ======================================== 30332|Till the wind caught the sun before I dreamed of it, 30332|Or the moon had climbed to heaven, and so gone her way. 30332|Now, though she is dead, at least all I could say, 30332|That the dream had been fulfilled and that the love had been won, 30332|And nothing more was needful; though I need say it again, 30332|That they need only say, "We loved, and then we died." 30332|The maid was dead, the maiden dead, when I saw her first, 30332|With the long golden hair about her shoulders flung, 30332|And the green eyes like the green trees, when the wind had blown 30332|Away the flowers and the soft air; but the dim eyes, 30332|All the rest of me that was young and light of breath, 30332|Lay in a room with a little window, that showed 30332|A flower-shaded lawn, a little garden wall, 30332|And a little house: in the east, a town, a grave; 30332|In the garden lay the maid, her hair about her head; 30332|That was the garden of her soul, where all the world lay hushed: 30332|But yet the sweet flower, and the dim green eye, and the blue 30332|Soft hair of her, and the fair thin hand, and the white 30332|Mouth of her lips, and the white teeth, that I loved so, 30332|And saw or thought they saw, lay hidden and unseen, 30332|And the world was strange and new; and now I knew her life, 30332|And, I think, the soul of her love was one with me: 30332|And this was I and she together in strange land, 30332|With a strange light in our face, and a strange air, 30332|And a strange air upon our hair, and a strange face, 30332|And a strange house, and a word to speak, and a word she said 30332|That time, and the sea, and the sea-breeze all forget; 30332|And the wind died, the sea swelled and shook the sea-shore, 30332|And the long long rain came again, a great great blast, 30332|And in the city the little city, all dead and cold, 30332|We two alone lay together, a little rest; 30332|And the wind died, the sea grew strong, the sea-beach shook 30332|The grey leaves off the forest, and the little house, 30332|The house with the door that was closed wide and cold, 30332|And the narrow house with the black iron floor; 30332|But when night came round again, the dream was fled. 30332|And now she sleeps with me, my dear,--what will she do?-- 30332|When it was night when we set out we would lie down 30332|And sleep a little, and no thing to do, or say, 30332|But rest awhile, and tell thy story to the moon, 30332|If she would have, in this last wild adventure, be 30332|The little story of my love that no man can tell. 30332|But if she must not be here, and thou wilt wake, 30332|Oft shalt thou wonder what I dreamed, and what I dreamed, 30332|And I shall think all night that I am not so old, 30332|And many shall think, and many shall know all things, 30332|That I have dreamed and dreamed of her ever since we twain 30332|Were three in a garden of the wildwood; and I dreamed 30332|That she a maid of noble race, that never left my side, 30332|Sleeping in the grass beside me,--and the moon was high,-- 30332|That I was well aware of her, and had known her ever 30332|More than one life, had known and loved her ever since. 30332|And now I am awake, and now in dream am I, 30332|And it seems not that I can ever wake again; 30332|And my good love is not here: and if she be not here 30332|And still I dream, and dream that she should be afar! 30332|The hour that I was dead, and he in love, 30332|Yet once again my soul doth haunt my sense, 30332|And my soul doth haunt me; it is as if ======================================== SAMPLE 13610 ======================================== 29993|For thee, the dark wood, the mossy pool, 29993|Where never rose or myrtle fell, 29993|For thee, the sweet-smelling bramble-brake; 29993|For thee, the blackberry and the vane, 29993|And limes that grow in lonely glen. 29993|For thee, the wild wind, the wood's sweet maid, 29993|The wind so deep and clear that scarce 29993|A strain of song can ever be 29993|More sweet or free from fear than this. 29993|For thee, the blackberry and the vane, 29993|And limes that grow in lonely glen. 29993|For thee, the white hawk of the sky afar 29993|That cries so sadly when he grieves; 29993|For thee, the pale moon, the clouds that pass, 29993|And the star that glitters when he dies. 29993|For thee, the white moon, the white hill-top 29993|That shines but for one of his feet; 29993|The sea-mist, and the wild-brier, and the rose, 29993|And the red clover, and the red bee. 29993|For thee, the blue-gray cloud with the blue, 29993|The sun that lights but for one pale face, 29993|The sky's blue sky, and the forest-bower, 29993|Where only one form can ever be, 29993|That face, the pale blue face alone is dear 29993|As any face in heaven or world. 29993|For thee, the wild bee, the wild oak tree, 29993|The wild bird's song that comes and goes; 29993|For thee, the rose, the wild blue lake, 29993|The sweet-smelling orchard-bush, and the wild bee, 29993|The wind's sweet voice that never is still. 29993|For thee, the white rose, the pale blue lake, 29993|The sweet-smelling orchard-bush, and the wild bee, 29993|The wind's sweet voice so sweet, and the sea's so clear, 29993|And the sea-mist's deep blue sky at sunset. 29993|For thee, the lily, the violet fair, 29993|The sun and moon in one, and the stars 29993|Whereof to one and other are one-- 29993|The moon, and the stars, and the white stars' light, 29993|And the moon and stars in one everywhere. 29993|For thee, the lily, the violet, 29993|The sun and moon in one, and the stars 29993|Whereof to one and other are one--the moon, 29993|The stars, and the moon whereof are one. 29993|I dreamt that there were two swords, bright and huge, 29993|That felled 29993|The tree-tops like the fallen leaves of May, 29993|And the leaves of all the forest on it lay. 29993|And the trees in the forest I knew in May, 29993|And the leaves of all the forest in Autumn cold, 29993|And the leaves of the trees in all the forest grew 29993|The wild bird's song that comes and goes; 29993|And the grass that grows in all the forest now, 29993|The wild bird's song and the moon's deep light, 29993|With their music are in one with me, 29993|And the moon's light and the wild bird's song are one. 29993|I have heard in the woods a loon sing, 29993|"Come, let the golden-winged winter ride 29993|In the silver-red glare of dawn from May; 29993|See the leaves that burn along the tree-tops 29993|In the sun and shade of every forest tree!" 29993|But if I listen, still the loon sings, 29993|"Come, let the summer-dawning set, 29993|Where the long sun is a shining thorn, 29993|And the tall old fir-trees that grow to the sky 29993|Are the shining thorn of fir-trees there." 29993|But if I listen, the loon stays his song; 29993|For the great tree-tops, and woodbines fair 29993|In the forest grow in the woodlands cold, 29993|In the woods of ice ======================================== SAMPLE 13620 ======================================== A little boy that was brought up in the house of another: 19096|The house of another, 19096|So much time with other children had he been taught; 19096|A teacher and a child-friend of other years? 19096|He had a little garden, with a streamlet and tree; 19096|A little branch-table, with the daffodil and the hawthorn 19096|A little cupboard-- 19096|The daffodil hung up in a little tangle-case-- 19096|The hawthorn hung from a twig. 19096|The little room was like the dream of a dreamer 19096|Whose heart is full of fond imaginings; 19096|The bed was like a fairy bed, 19096|With a fairy coverlet; 19096|And all about it, all things had a song-like voice-- 19096|The window, a fairy window, the sea above, 19096|To the dear little stars, and to the dear little breeze. 19096|He never was very active, and his activity seemed 19096|To be quite a waste of time-- 19096|He played alone, at the windowsill, 19096|And went without playthings to the fields of straw; 19096|He would roam the country, with only a leaf to hold, 19096|And he had neither friend nor story to cheer him, no 19096|And never was very fond of the day's labor,--not 19096|Nor was he very kind when he was away. 19096|My little boy was happy and play-worn, but he was not 19096|A child of passion; I was glad of his wants, and I was glad 19096|That he was growing into manhood, 19096|And that, after long years, the day 19096|Of his childhood should come when his manhood's prime 19096|Would have brought me joy and a joy that's lost 19096|For ever--for ever. 19096|I never knew a thought so pure as the thought of a smile, 19096|When all that he had known so much seemed so little to me. 19096|O mother, mother, come and sit down by my side! 19096|The first and the best thing in the world I declare-- 19096|My father left me his ring all the week of April, 19096|And it stuck, by the bedside, when I was sleeping. 19096|In the spring the white clouds were breaking; 19096|And there I would sit, with my fingers in my ears, 19096|And hear the winds that were calling; 19096|And the birds all the old time knew all about-- 19096|And the birds used to sing in their songs. 19096|And there, on my head, when the summer sun shone warm, 19096|On the meadow where we lived, I'd see a little church, all 19096|Red-streaked and steep by the river, and underneath it 19096|As fresh as a rose, a house: 19096|"God bless the Lord, the sun, and the water, 19096|And the little house on the hill there; 19096|And God bless his little child, Johnny Muff! 19096|From the little church on the hill there, 19096|And under it, too, a little house; 19096|And in it grew a pretty little tree, 19096|All bent in the wind, and a small church above it 19096|And a little church below it." 19096|The river was in the forest, 19096|The river was in the wood, 19096|And in the church a man went standing up, 19096|In the little church below it. 19096|He stood, till the bells began the prayer, 19096|And the hymns which the bells did sing; 19096|And he looked up, and he looked down, 19096|And he saw the pretty little church below it, 19096|And the little house on the hill below it, 19096|And the little man went crying "God bless the Lord!" 19096|"O it's here! it's here! I waddied ======================================== SAMPLE 13630 ======================================== 1279|If in the dewy grass that bows the cow; 1279|Or if on Stygian shore thou find a corpse; 1279|Or if thyself with poppies drest thee, 1279|The earth above is wasted with thy crowning; 1279|If to be happy, hope and wish are weak, 1279|Then let the soul its utmost length of bliss 1279|Inflate to such a height of rapture, 1279|That ne'er another bliss like it shall grow 1279|In happiness in heav'n, such is the soul's delight, 1279|That in her best part 'till the fall must be 1279|The only lasting happiness on earth. 1279|She is the Queen of May 1279|O'er the hills and far away; 1279|In the glen yn the white cairn, 1279|By the stream where the laurels are. 1279|Her sweet face in the gloamin' 1279|Is ever in love with the sun, 1279|And aye she will steal with delight 1279|To rove by yon tuft o' fern. 1279|Or see by this burnie green, 1279|The lassie her love so wondrous, 1279|I've tauld ye before, they 're wed: 1279|Her brows are like two angels' hair, 1279|The flowers that grow in their blossom, 1279|The roses in ae flower bed, 1279|Are dearer to a' this heart, 1279|Than a' the wide world aff. 1279|To hear her say thou 'rt fairer far, 1279|Than e'er in earth or heaven, O! 1279|For beauty is the gift of Heaven, 1279|It 's heavenly in its kind, 1279|And heaven alone can yoke 1279|The plum of beauty: O noble heart, thrawnd 1279|In laurels and coronals of gold, 1279|Wha 'll yoke thy lily fingers to thy bannocks, 1279|For thou 'rt my darling--my darling love! 1279|The fairest flower that blows. 1279|O, saft is the pulse that smiles, 1279|And quick the bosom beats, 1279|And the fond feelings warm; 1279|And quick in life the heart o' love, 1279|And quick in death its rest; 1279|And soon the gentle essence steals 1279|Into the balmy veins, 1279|From that pure heart of thine, 1279|Which love and joy shall part. 1279|Then hasten, then gather speed, 1279|For Love still leads the van; 1279|The best of deeds is a spell, 1279|To move the soul to speed; 1279|He 's ever at the call; 1279|And light lies thee from above! 1279|And the light of earth can never stain 1279|The purity of the heart within. 1279|Her brow is as fair as the blossom of snow, 1279|Her cheek is as rosy as apple-blossom; 1279|Her lips are the sweet, sweetest in all the land, 1279|Her dearest-- 1279|I know her e'er, I know her e'er, 1279|O, saft is the pulse that smiles, 1279|And quick the bosom beats, 1279|And the fond feelings warm; 1279|And quick in life the heart o' love, 1279|And quick in death its rest; 1279|For beauty is the gift of Heaven, 1279|It 's heavenly in its kind, 1279|And heaven alone can yoke 1279|The plum of beauty: O noble heart, 'twixt man and man, 1279|That 's the flower of the soul, that is to be the heart o' man! 1279|O, why can I never be loved mair! 1279|And why can I never be spun, 1279|And piled and sewed again? 1279|For there's nae gentlefolk 1279|Like women to be found! 1279|I think there 's something in your look, 1279|O you 're ay true, ye might be pardie. 1279|Ye sall ha'e faith ======================================== SAMPLE 13640 ======================================== 1919|"Let me sing of the stars," he says, 1919|"Their light, and the bright blue of their wings, 1919|And my spirit's soul they take in turn 1919|To sing about a sky so blue!" 1919|O, my love, O, my love! 1919|My love is a maiden fair; 1919|Her eyes at no time are wet, 1919|Nor her lips by a lip all cold, 1919|Are cold, too, and unkissed. 1919|I have looked at moonlight and sunlight, 1919|I have walked by starlight pale; 1919|I've listened to the cry of the sea 1919|And the peal of the silver quay. 1919|And now to the love that I feel 1919|In the bosom of my darling, 1919|Who is mine to save or wait, 1919|I can leave no day, no hour, 1919|Where love is not mine to feel! 1919|Aye, and they're blest the same-- 1919|The sky-lark and the eagle. 1919|'Tis the air of the air when the light wind sings-- 1919|The air so clear and free, 1919|Of all music that breathes and shines and floats, 1919|As it sings in the sky! 1919|For O, I love the morning air, 1919|The sweet, free, and free-throated glee, 1919|That wakes the morning, the early nighter, 1919|And calls the day in! 1919|Where the leaves are falling, 1919|Where the daffodils are peeping, 1919|Where every sprite that plays 1919|Is out upon the green; 1919|Where the bees go humming 1919|To their love-shed hive, 1919|And the bird has strayed away 1919|Into his nest so cool; 1919|Where the bird has strayed, and won 1919|Into his love-lair dim, 1919|Where he sings with all his might, 1919|And waits the morn again-- 1919|'Tis the air of the air; 1919|And the joy of every bird 1919|Is a rapture in the grass, 1919|There at even and morning, 1919|When the sun has vanished, 1919|And the moon has left the sky 1919|Through the hills in the misty light, 1919|And clouds as soft as snow 1919|Shower down the silver showers, 1919|And the wind is singing its song,-- 1919|A happy thing to do; 1919|'Tis the air of the air; 1919|And the glow in a forest glade 1919|When the stars come out in glory, 1919|Or in the deep red fire 1919|Of the forest glow, as soft 1919|As a maiden's smile, 1919|Is a rapture in the grass, 1919|And the joy of every bird 1919|Is a rapture in the grass. 1919|And, 'fore man, a joy to know 1919|That their loves are one, 1919|That their lives are linked by bands 1919|Through the bonds we feel there 1919|In the bosoms of men, 1919|Where the love we give, 'tis given 1919|And the heart's pledge is given 1919|Unchanged for evermore, 1919|'Tis the air of the air, 1919|And the happy thing to do; 1919|For O, I love the morning air, 1919|The sweet, free, and free-throated glee, 1919|That awakens the morning, the early nighter, 1919|And calls the day in! 1919|Where the leaves are falling, 1919|Where the daffodils are peeping, 1919|Where every sprite that plays 1919|Is out upon the green; 1919|There the earth turns into the air, 1919|With the birds, the flowers, and sun; 1919|And the birds are dancing 1919|In a happy dance with May. 1919|In the green of the field among the boughs 1919|Where the leaves are falling, 1919|In the green of the forest among ======================================== SAMPLE 13650 ======================================== 16059|¡Oh! cuidados de las campas fuentes bellos, 16059|Por eso de mí calma y ventura, 16059|Para que si fueron esfrya. 16059|¡Oh! cuidados de las nubes fuentes bellos, 16059|Por eso de mí calma y ventura! 16059|Que la frente impío de término escondido 16059|Cual cazador, señor, es fué por mi espada, 16059|Y padece deshizo el marinero hielo-- 16059|La nuga reposa, de aquella sangre, 16059|Hasta que con estilo el bien que había; 16059|Que el ángel de mi frente piensó, 16059|Y la pobreza el bien de mi frente! 16059|Y con mis ojos, 16059|De noche de oro, así ameno, 16059|Al son deleitarem bueno, 16059|Cuando el suelo difigureto esos, 16059|En árboles de la tierra. 16059|Y algo emboscó: "¡Oh vuelto otro! 16059|¡Oh nació! ¿Con amor eres tanto 16059|Con voz que te llano por los mismos? 16059|¿Quién es la venganza, y esas 16059|Con el cobarde lisonjero?... 16059|No quiero: esperaba el bien 16059|Con el árbago atroz delante; 16059|En tronales venturos, y en tronantes 16059|Su cuerpo en lance, y en su cuerpo rezelón; 16059|Esperando la tierra de su espada 16059|Por siempre del bien le mira. 16059|¿No cuándo: espera el cobarde 16059|Por los bellos caballos ayes; 16059|Espera de lejos, y de lejos que te ameno, 16059|Mirando las que le dice 16059|Los cielos hombres, 16059|Y de los ecos cristlos, 16059|Rompen tímidas al rededor años: 16059|Al cielo á la luz de la luzia. 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|De un tiempo que os hiere! 16059|No tú, por qué tanto, 16059|El cyanero, señor... 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|Y es de su fiera noche! 16059|¡Oh vuelto te noche! 16059|De mi redondarte ojuelos 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|Cómo hacer poderoso 16059|Que sobre mi redondarte os os muere 16059|¡Oh vuelto á las palmas 16059|Es la noche, y es para muerte, 16059|Desperbraron los ojos! 16059|¡Oh viene á mi pena mía 16059|Vierte ó ver, y no darás! 16059|Si de amoroso, 16059|¡Morir hondo á mi pena! 16059|Si ya al estérieo 16059|Por vueltas días 16059|Por la hermosulae, 16059|Por la luz arias! 16059|¡Nevey bien miro 16059|Por las flores queridos! 16059|¡No let el alma plane 16059|Dicen, ¡cuánta della esencia! 16059|Si á la hermosa 16059|Por las guerras gustió, 16059|Por la cenega de vida 16059|¡Es la hermosul, ¡ ======================================== SAMPLE 13660 ======================================== 18500|O my auld gray shoo! 18500|I ken your mither's grief: 18500|Ye's me gat your auld gray mother 18500|An' she was a-tryin' to say: 18500|"O wae betide ye, pawkie, 18500|Ye, or your black-dog pawkie, 18500|Or the pawkie pawkie! 18500|"And a' your pawkie pawkie, 18500|The grave pawkie pawkie! 18500|If ye'll na come to me, mother, 18500|Ye shall be contented, 18500|"If ever ance ye were sick, mother, 18500|Then I would ne'er be absent, 18500|For I dread the black-dog pawkie 18500|He'll ca' ye in his gowden hair." 18500|O my auld gray shoo! 18500|I ken your mither's grief: 18500|Ye're a-come to my arms to-day, mother, 18500|The day is here, the day is here. 18500|The rose-bud withers on the thorn, 18500|The yallow plum's fa'en in tha tree, 18500|And here's thy son, a blushing young man, 18500|A silken clot of yellow hair. 18500|'Twas in a miry noon, 18500|When life is wild, 18500|And all the summer day 18500|The woods and fields are wide awake, 18500|The ploughman stops, and sounds the horn; 18500|He drives the laggard herd beyond, 18500|He sings, till Nature, free of crime, 18500|Breathes under ploughboy's breath a hymn. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy son. 18500|And here's thy boy. 18500|This verse is a cry for vengeance on the Saxon race.--WARBURTON.] 18500|Here is the bard, the bard of early youth, 18500|A glorious youth, with manhood's power; 18500|And here's my son, my own and favourite lad, 18500|A youth of joy, of health, and good advice. 18500|The youth of thrice three score 18500|Is bade to the councils of the state, 18500|His wisdom and his skill to share. 18500|And here's the muse, that paints the youthful scene, 18500|And sings the youth of thrice three score too fine. 18500|Tune--"_Let a' the young maenads come to me._" 18500|Away with rhymes and riddles, then, dear lass! 18500|That 's vulgar poetry that canna stick; 18500|I'll not rehearse it, and rehearse it not, 18500|I'll praise the poet when I'm in a fury. 18500|She is like unto a violet in blush, 18500|When its sweets are beginning to wear; 18500|As pure as the morning e'er it began, 18500|'Tis purer far in heart and soul. 18500|Let us kiss and make woolly swans haste, 18500|Nelson is no trifle, Lord! 18500|Tho' proud in bearing, let us praise Thy worth, 18500|And not desert Thee in the ring. 18500|And let us rattle our flutes nobly clear 18500|Till all the auld summer evenings ring. 18500|Then come to the counsels of old Scotland, 18500|Or come to the counsels of young Scotland: 18500|Come to the counsels of young Scotland, 18500|(The summer's past, and the barren time's gone), 18500|Let us rattle our flutes nobly clear. 18500|Tune--"_Ace of the old oath and the young woman._" 18500|Come whare shall the sun go, whare shall the sky be blue? 18500|Come whare shall we spend the livelong day, 18500|Come whare shall we spend the livelong day, 18500|(The wind is with me and the world's a-bed,) ======================================== SAMPLE 13670 ======================================== 28796|The maiden is in her cottage, and in the room is standing 28796|The maiden, she doth not seem to be alone, for she hath 28796|her little white child upon her knees, in child's-play." 28796|It was a little lad, and fair to see, and the mother could see 28796|But he was but a stranger to thee, my loved one. 28796|I'll tell thee all my fortunes, and then I'll go 28796|Back to her. But first she'll tell how she must tell 28796|Of this little child, that thou'rt my wife." 28796|"Oh, now I see! When last I left thee thou camest 28796|With a happy heart; for thou didst greet me true; 28796|And now I know how the wind is blowing wide. 28796|Oh Mother! thy heart hath long been my heart. 28796|"Mother, it is well--if thou wilt only know 28796|Who owns the land on which we sit and lie. 28796|This is the house--'tis the house where my father was born, 28796|And this is the boy that's named him in his line; 28796|The house that is called the cottage is the fold, 28796|And the child is the boy that's called by that name." 28796|My mother's face is sad but she laughs not then, 28796|But looks to greet me; then speaks she to me now: 28796|"I am the child of a noble House of Barks, 28796|Of a noble House and mighty. I am here, 28796|The Child of a noble House and a noble House, 28796|To the praise of God, who gave me life to live, 28796|And death is not that which should be done. 28796|"And thou, dear one, of a noble House and a mighty, 28796|When thou camest home thy heart thou turned to mine. 28796|But thou didst only speak of thy future fame, 28796|And maddened my father. Ah! no more canst thou 28796|And this would have been the day when we parted; 28796|But in God's time we met in a fair sunny day, 28796|And, having met, he taught me all that I know; 28796|I gave him then, my love. Oh, it was sweet then, 28796|And sweet to return again." 28796|That little lad 28796|Lived in the old man's cottage near the lake, 28796|And was as chubby as a kitten. 28796|"There was an old man who went to the moon, 28796|And he found the earth so red, and the moon so big." 28796|The cottage's name was also the name of a child, 28796|The son of the old man and the child was not one 28796|When he went home, and so he never came to man; 28796|The very name of the place he loved was Piety. 28796|A boy did the old man always hope to be, 28796|And went with him often, and often said, 28796|"I hope to see, like him, the bright sun, and the moon 28796|And the world so blue and so happy." 28796|We know you, poor little one, 28796|You never are to blame; 28796|For you never would harm a fly, 28796|If you'd just learn to love me. 28796|Oh! you are a lovely boy, 28796|And I love you with all my heart, 28796|And all the children of my age 28796|You are a precious treasure. 28796|There's little Mary of the East 28796|Is my young darling; 28796|With her sweet face, and beautiful eyes, 28796|And her lovely manners. 28796|She is always polite 28796|To those whom she knows; 28796|She's so charming, she is so sweet! 28796|I love her more than life; 28796|The day has come when I would like 28796|To be with her seated. 28796|But how cruel must we be! 28796|There's a pleasant place 28796|For all our cares and fears, 28796|And there we'll sit, and talk and laugh, 28796|And smile and sing. 28796|Little children, you are ======================================== SAMPLE 13680 ======================================== 7394|Cries of his faithful dogs, 7394|Till the earth is alive 7394|With the murmurous clangor 7394|Of his hunting-speaks, 7394|And the dogs, with claps of hoofs, 7394|Ring the village-closes! 7394|And we watch the grey wolves, 7394|Raged in the wind, 7394|Bruised and gaunt and brown, 7394|Tossed in the wind 7394|By the ceaseless storm, 7394|Tossing and roaring black. 7394|We have heard the bayonet crack; 7394|We have seen the fierce red-stained steel 7394|Heave and heave and whirl and swing 7394|To the droning drum and shell, 7394|A rumbling din of battle-drum, 7394|Droning in incessant war. 7394|Hark the cry all England rings! 7394|Lord! what a din it comes! 7394|God save the King, and he! 7394|God save the Royal Crown! 7394|God save the King and I! 7394|And the red-stockinged grey-coat smites 7394|Clash and hiss and crash and roar 7394|Till the walls resound with tramp 7394|And thunder of the foe, 7394|The German fiend with his bayonet-sight! 7394|And the French are fighting hard. 7394|Now hark your soldiers, gather round me, 7394|For I have the word to well you:-- 7394|If you'll hear me, we'll hold them back, 7394|Till the sun is down below us:-- 7394|So, on through the day we'll gallop, 7394|Yea, and go over the hill; 7394|From Hieland before Ghent 7394|We'll see the English farther on. 7394|And you'll hear me, when they come, 7394|Answer my rallying cry:-- 7394|We are fighting for our lives, 7394|And the loss of little ones 7394|Is the loss of England's crown. 7394|Our hearts are light, our faces bright, 7394|From shivering shell-burster bright, 7394|Out to the farthest line. 7394|Oh, the loss of little arms, 7394|And legs that can never tire, 7394|When they are flung by bayonet, 7394|To lie upon a bayonet, 7394|To lie in a manly place, 7394|To stand, in memory's wise, 7394|With a sword by their side! 7394|A young girl's smile, as she walks along in the rain 7394|The white lilies are peeping in green and ochre, 7394|The sky grows dim with cloud, and the stars start up at night 7394|And a boy comes with a book, with a letter in his hand, 7394|To the little girl's eye, with a light in his face, 7394|And the boy comes with books, with a letter in his hand, 7394|A pale boy's rhyme, in the little girl's hand, 7394|The yellow and black, and the white and white, 7394|That are blowing in their pride, 7394|Till they sing their best, 7394|And the little girl smiles, and she smiles 7394|Till it hurts her eyes, and her cheeks burn, 7394|And her cheeks are full of tears, 7394|Tears in shame, tears of love, 7394|For the tenderness of years, 7394|And her eyes are growing dim, her cheeks are growing dim, 7394|For her eyes are growing dim, and her cheeks are full 7394|Of laughter, light and joy, 7394|That the boy cannot make good, 7394|Nor the little girl know, 7394|Till she hears the little bugles singing her name, 7394|In the little white church on the hill-- 7394|The schoolhouse of the school; 7394|The road is broken now, and the sun shines out; 7394|The children still go by; 7394|It is the long, long day; let's make a cheer 7394|For the children that will die 7394|Here ======================================== SAMPLE 13690 ======================================== 10602|Then would he kiss them both, yet both would leave 10602|The place of fear: (for all this fear he spide, 10602|But had no faith in kinde, nor fear'd a man, 10602|But made a god of love, but thought it strange, 10602|That people which his kinde should call his foe. 10602|So fearing God or man, he would not flee, 10602|But stayed by him, not fearing what he had. 10602|Hee roond the hills, and was a mile behind. 10602|But first, his eyes before beholding, 10602|Before him he saw a faire young gentleman 10602|Come walking towards him: but before he stepped, 10602|He seemed to look him over cunning-wise, 10602|And made him turn his look toward the dame, 10602|That followed near about his knees her knees: 10602|Whereon to him she said, 'Behold the dame, 10602|I made the gift of love;'--and straight with that, 10602|She took him by the young arms' length away, 10602|And laid him down upon a fair green bed, 10602|On which she made a tresse; for, though he stood, 10602|He never more might look upon the face, 10602|That made a thousand fears in his despight. 10602|Then with his hands outstretched, he had upstaid, 10602|And made himself the wisest of mankind, 10602|By observing this, while she was looking on, 10602|That he (which he foreknew) must either slay, 10602|By reason of his love, or fall in wife; 10602|For, if he did no more, yet she would still 10602|Be dreadfull to him, by reason of her race; 10602|And evermore upon him did attend 10602|Her face the fairer, that they should be foes. 10602|Of those that love the dame and not their kin, 10602|There is such charity: but yet how oft, 10602|If any man be thought to have her hold, 10602|She doth the worst that she can do to him, 10602|And casts in his face the man that should be bled. 10602|So thus of her owne worth did she forsake 10602|Herselfe, and that worth of nought the rest, 10602|And, to her owne worth, gave that small profit 10602|Which were it more like in her owne goodnesse, 10602|To take upon a bond another's paine; 10602|Then shouldst thou see how worth is in her mind, 10602|And how her owne worth is farre removed. 10602|What then should I, what I, do in this case, 10602|To make of good so great a good to be! 10602|For though she love the dame, the wylde wight, 10602|Yet she is not so much good as I, 10602|That it were worthie (I think shee woulde it) 10602|To set upon her, but I myself, 10602|Of my owne minde, if she wish to be won, 10602|Will do my part, and be her help, so will. 10602|But she, whosoe'er thou art, that seekest fame, 10602|And findest not this, by finding none can ly, 10602|Yet mayst thou take the best that thou canst say 10602|Of her, and put it into this my wyde: 10602|That which now is her owne, is in my name. 10602|Be no false sight of the future time 10602|Of my desyre, now that it is fled, 10602|So may the present time of it be known, 10602|The last, that shall to future come appeare. 10602|Be thou of the same love and spirit born, 10602|And in this place, which I must leave behind 10602|In many words, as God me set in my song, 10602|The worthe, which in love is now so fayre, 10602|And is in glory, in the which I write, 10602|Let me not lay it down, yet without a hope 10602|Of getting of new joy. So be the same ======================================== SAMPLE 13700 ======================================== 1365|His son and son-in-law of his to-day. 1365|For a day he did not wait to do it; 1365|It was done in a second, and in a third 1365|The time allotted for the marriage-feast came, 1365|And in his chamber he sat in the porch, 1365|And he heard the singing of the minster bell. 1365|And the bells brought with them the sweet breath of the air, 1365|The ringing of bells, and the chime of the clock, 1365|And the little children's hymns, and the call 1365|Of the missionaries, and the missionary's story. 1365|Then the walls were adorned with fair white skins, 1365|Of the wolves, and the reindeer, and the bears. 1365|And the bells and the bears sounded in unison; 1365|And of all the things that now would be said 1365|In the house, by the nursery, or by school, 1365|The least demanded attention was not a word, 1365|Save the missionary's story, or the cry 1365|Of the white wolves roaming in the snow, 1365|Or, in the church, the greeting of the churchyard bells, 1365|Or the welcome of the strangers, who are here 1365|For the last time, but have been long gone, 1365|And can have no greeting. They have no need, 1365|In the new home here, of the old greeting. 1365|They shall have no need here. The old home, 1365|When a child, was a dwelling of the poor, 1365|Of the mind, as well as the body, the soul. 1365|There no strife, there no sorrow. In the heart 1365|There was peace, and the heart that hearkened there, 1365|For the peace of the God they heard in the voice 1365|That called them from a world that had fled. 1365|They, who were in that old homestead passing, 1365|And whose minds were wandering, had not known 1365|What is no more a wonder; but they saw 1365|That a great change had come into the world, 1365|And the souls of the people were dying. 1365|Many a man of the people had died, 1365|Many had perished, and had left their graves 1365|Wide in the wilderness. Many had fled 1365|To distant regions; but still the hearts 1365|Of the young, and the old, and the women 1365|Were with them, and their suffering was less 1365|Than in old days, or in any age. 1365|The women, the men, the young and the old, 1365|Were with the strangers, and were dying, 1365|But no relief had come to them. 1365|And the women, the men, the young and the old, 1365|The rich and the poor, the sick and the well, 1365|Were weeping for the souls of those who now 1365|Were dying, and were passing to the grave 1365|Where their old homes were; and yet no band 1365|Had reached a doorway, and no band 1365|Had entered an old house, and no song 1365|Had reached one who, from day to day, 1365|In the lonely country, through the dark 1365|And wintry fields, had journeyed and prayed, 1365|Praying God, that he this night would bring, 1365|In the light of the moon, and the stars, 1365|His share of sorrow and his part of tears. 1365|And the children who were born of them 1365|Were crying, but no one answered them, 1365|And no one would hear. 1365|There was no voice to be heard 1365|Save the eternal voice of sorrow; 1365|And the sick went to and fro in their shrouds, 1365|Striving to lift them, with their burthen, 1365|To the light of life, but with no joy, 1365|No light at all. 1365|Heard was the cry: Behold, 1365|There is help at last! 1365|And the old and feeble went to the old; 1365|The sorrowful and the weak went to the strong; 1365|The fearful went to the dark ======================================== SAMPLE 13710 ======================================== 5408|"To-day," he said, "I would die 5408|Where the grass is tall and green." 5408|The man-child laughed at his desire, 5408|And put out his hand 5408|As he thought it best to dismiss 5408|Saying, "In this quarter is a spot 5408|Which I would gladly die in." 5408|Now, if I take it that you 5408|Are a man like me, 5408|When this I have heard of a man 5408|I have made a wish 5408|To take him to this quarter-square, 5408|To-morrow will be my last will. 5408|Now come, then, my son, the way 5408|Is long, and rough, and drear, 5408|And the wind is ever at hand 5408|To blow on your doom. 5408|He came up to the house at night 5408|To steal the golden key, 5408|He came up to the door at night 5408|And stole a penny loaf. 5408|He came up at dawn to steal 5408|The fruit of the tree on high, 5408|And he stole a peck of peas 5408|To feed his little crew. 5408|He stole honey from the hive, 5408|And his little crew did sing, 5408|"Away! away! thou base thief!" 5408|Hushed were the singing bees, 5408|And the sun fled south-west, 5408|When the mischief-maker came back 5408|To rob the house of it. 5408|He was like the lion fierce 5408|That in wild havoc reigns, 5408|With his tail stretched well before 5408|Upon the prone whole. 5408|He was a proud robber bold 5408|And swift of foot and strong, 5408|A robber kind he stole not, 5408|In short, nor were his eyes 5408|Like beasts of ravin's light, 5408|But like a man full well made, 5408|That is, all full of sense. 5408|When the thief had come to court 5408|He looked him over well, 5408|There was not a doubt in sight, 5408|His coat had been well launded. 5408|The judges and the crown 5408|He'd robbed when they were free, 5408|And now to make his plunder 5408|Had a heavy heart. 5408|But, "Oh, the great day is come", 5408|He cried, and clapp'd his hands, 5408|And he laughed to see how 5408|The robbers changed their looks 5408|When the big day was o'er. 5408|He found that he'd been robbed, 5408|And the truth came to light, - 5408|There was not one robber left, 5408|But been with the great thief. 5408|When the thieves at night were hid, 5408|Like the night of a fay, 5408|They were silent, and it seemed 5408|That they'd been kept awake. 5408|But when the thieves were light, 5408|Came the light of the day, 5408|Quick as thought they scamper'd off 5408|In search of plunder. 5408|They had lighted the door of his, 5408|They had lighted the hall of his, 5408|They had lighted the door of the mine, 5408|And the night was well nigh done! 5408|But his thoughts were many things, 5408|He could not comprehend 5408|That the robber was the King, 5408|Nor that his house was his by right 5408|And this was no robber; 5408|For with a little finger, 5408|He led the thieves away 5408|From their dark and secret lair, 5408|Where they did all their mischief 5408|And their wicked conspiracy; 5408|For he'd lighted his own door, 5408|So they'd have a good time all round, 5408|And he'd rob the country folk, 5408|Of the land, and of the sea, 5408|And they'd never hear of him 5408|Nor his palace ever! 5408|This is the tale of the thief 5408|That he was afraid to name: ======================================== SAMPLE 13720 ======================================== 2130|"And you must go as I have gone,-- 2130|To this place of strife and crime; 2130|When I return and peace shall reign 2130|Over this empire wide. 2130|"I will put all these people out 2130|Who have robbed my father's hall; 2130|Whose hearts and hands have wrought this wreck, 2130|And not for love or profit; 2130|"And over any who offend, 2130|They shall be hung or slaughtered quite, 2130|As I command you now." 2130|And the king, "And is there none 2130|That will stand with me to-day? 2130|"For I will leave you nevermore 2130|To go on with your life-- 2130|As ye have gone on with your lives, 2130|Now take the worst that I have given, 2130|And let it pass forever." 2130|And his men took up the word, 2130|And from the walls of the city 2130|They came at once together, 2130|With swords upraised about their breasts, 2130|Bowing lowly at the king, 2130|To bear the cruel message: 2130|"For what man shall stand with us to-day 2130|That cannot be called a brother, 2130|To-morrow we shall see that man, 2130|The murderer of our son." 2130|Then the king's heart was sick within him, 2130|The city's life was in his hand, 2130|And they came like a troop of wild boars 2130|With blood besmeared and dripping o'er, 2130|From out of a city that was black 2130|With slaughter, naked, in the hall: 2130|And over all the city's wall, 2130|Like blackening clouds, the sword-blades glowed, 2130|As the message came to Otway, 2130|And Otway left the city. 2130|And all the old and warring Kings 2130|Shrank from the word spoken to-day, 2130|And every King's army was commanded 2130|To cease from pillaging and bloodshed, 2130|From pillage and bloodshed and slaughter: 2130|For now that each man had his proper right 2130|To live and die in his own land, 2130|There was no business to wage the war 2130|More highly on the earth than in heaven: 2130|The common foe had found him out, 2130|And sent him forth to tell his tale, 2130|And bear this message from the King: 2130|"To-morrow we shall see the man 2130|Murdering in the King's street." 2130|And ever and anon they smote 2130|With ruthless strokes upon the brain, 2130|With burning hair upon the side, 2130|And he who smote the most he slew, 2130|And they who smote the most they slew; 2130|And those were the men that day,-- 2130|Those were the men that day for England's weal. 2130|When on the morrow, when on the morrow 2130|The light of the dawn began to peep, 2130|He turned his stiffening arm, and in haste 2130|Girding up his loins he cast adown 2130|A mantle wrought round with many a fold, 2130|And, stooping down, a great broad shield 2130|Displayed from his strong shoulders, thick and clean; 2130|Then girt himself with gilded mail 2130|To make him look like some great lordly wizard. 2130|Huge was the broad shield upon his breast, 2130|And red as blood the lances gleamed about, 2130|And thereon was writ, in letters rich and fine, 2130|Of that great shield--the sword of Norway's King, 2130|The blade of many a mighty lord throughout 2130|In many a land, and all by turns at war. 2130|But, while he was the most of those around, 2130|A voice he heard; and in his heart there sprung 2130|A deadly disease, the leprosy,--the same 2130|That in the midst of Kiel was writhing now and then. 2130|He looked, and lo! the man whom he had seen ======================================== SAMPLE 13730 ======================================== 1322|A man from a foreign region, 1322|I will do my best to speak to him, 1322|But if he would not be so good, 1322|I shall not try to do so for him, 1322|I shall not attempt to make him speak, 1322|I shall not ask, I shall not ask him to speak, 1322|If he will not speak or not, or if he refuse: 1322|I am at home now in the silence, 1322|I am at home now, 1322|I do not wish to do it again. 1322|The man who is to be my friend will make use of any modes of being 1322|A man from a foreign country, I cannot write this sentence for you, 1322|I do not want to go on living, 1322|I have done with it, I shall not waste it. 1322|I have done with it, shall not live upon it, 1322|I shall not live by it, 1322|I shall not live till I am dead by it, 1322|To me whatever happens now I find matter, and whatever must 1322|fall under the same general general heading, if you please. 1322|I have gone into the solitude, 1322|I have gone into the wilderness, 1322|I am at peace, I am in the solitude, 1322|I will not change my state, 1322|That is, I do not mean anything, 1322|I cannot say it any differently; 1322|I shall sit here for a little while longer, 1322|I shall sit here longer still than you, 1322|I shall stand here awhile shorter and longer. 1322|I shall stand here for a little while longer, 1322|I shall stand here awhile shorter and longer, 1322|I shall stand here a little longer and longer, 1322|I do not want to stand here at all lengths or longer, 1322|I shall stand here a little longer and shorter, 1322|I shall stand here now, 1322|I will stand down a little while longer at this moment, 1322|I am no longer, in my own self, inclined to stand here at all lengths, 1322|I shall stand there awhile short of my own self in this state, 1322|I shall stand here, I shall sit here a little longer at this moment, 1322|The day is ending and the lights are slowly waning, 1322|The lamps are lighted, the beds are set down, 1322|The guests are laid down, 1322|The bed is spread, 1322|The supper is over all the party. 1322|To the table at the door the person descending is handed for the 1322|preview and the buffet. 1322|And now the buffet begins. 1322|I am a man of seventy-three, 1322|My flesh and blood is the Lord my God, 1322|My very being is holy bread, 1322|This is the feast of life eternal, 1322|The mystery of death is but mystery. 1322|Who knows of aught in the creation, 1322|Who knows nought in the creation, 1322|I am a wild beast of the forest, 1322|My flesh and blood is the Lord my God, 1322|My very being is holy bread, 1322|This is the feast of life eternal. 1322|Who knows of aught in the creation, 1322|Who knows nought in the creation, 1322|I am a bird of the air, 1322|My flesh and blood is the Lord my God, 1322|My very being is holy bread, 1322|This is the feast of God eternal. 1322|I know your voice, I know your eyes 1322|I know your heart, I know your eyes, 1322|I know your soul I cannot doubt, 1322|I know the love of you supreme, 1322|The love of God divine, 1322|The love of man eternal, 1322|The best of man I believe, 1322|The best of man created, 1322|Through the spirit's way, through flesh's way, 1322|The holy and the free, 1322|From the day creation sprung, 1322|From a woman I created him, 1322|I, the flower of womanhood, 1322|The sweet child of woman's love complete, 1322|The ======================================== SAMPLE 13740 ======================================== 1471|When his voice 1471|Was drowned in the surge; 1471|And his hand 1471|Stood at his side, as if to touch him out of the sea, 1471|He knew not what; 1471|And so did I, 1471|As I only knew 1471|His own heart's beat. 1471|I was a child of faith, 1471|And a child of fate, 1471|And for whom the Lord 1471|Had granted such a heart is blest! 1471|I will not see that heart go hence, 1471|So bright was it, and so dear to Thee! 1471|There's no death with it, 1471|And its pulses beat 1471|In the flesh, as the rest do not-- 1471|I have heard the Voice I ought to have heard! 1471|I will not see thy death at hand, 1471|Nor a thing with it move, 1471|Or take a shape that it may not-- 1471|He whom it speaks! 1471|I know not how it knows Thy life, 1471|Nor where it lies, 1471|Nor Thy will, nor why, 1471|Nor Thine own will, thy self-given will; 1471|It lies with me so near; 1471|It has such power to know 1471|Every sense and deed, 1471|It knows so well each life and life! 1471|I know its purpose, and its will, 1471|I see it, I see it, 1471|I am with it so near 1471|Each sense and sense and deed: 1471|I know each heart's and will's-- 1471|I know their purpose, their will, 1471|I know how, and when, and whither, and where,-- 1471|I know all to the end 1471|Of my captivity! 1471|I am so near: why do I stand 1471|As from a star 1471|Above me, seeing Thee--as where I would gaze? 1471|My will! my will! how can it seem 1471|That thou shouldst thus 1471|From Thy face and thine own shouldst rise 1471|My soul's highest will, whose will I see not! 1471|I cannot hear, nor see; 1471|As air I cannot love, as earth I despise. 1471|Is it not fit, O Lord?-- 1471|Is it not fair, O God, 1471|To have my will--my soul's will which I bear, 1471|The soul's will of my soul's will, all to have, 1471|And live, and love, and be with mine own? 1471|'Tis fit, O Lord, and fair to me, and right. 1471|For mine own soul's full fire 1471|Was never quenched, 1471|I have it lit, or flickered wide-- 1471|O God, the soul's highest will! 1471|O God, the soul's highest will! 1471|I am not sure. 1471|How could I be? 1471|I should not be with thee, sweet; 1471|If I had felt thy touch of thy sweet will-- 1471|My will for love, mine for aught I know - 1471|My soul's light must have gone out quite--God knows 1471|How could I so lose it, or not? 1471|O Lord, and is thy will 1471|With mine too? 1471|Thou dost not love me? Yes!--and the day 1471|Thy light is turned to night-- 1471|Is not my heart with love with thee so one 1471|That I am not one with all things? 1471|O Lord, I thank Thee 1471|That I am not one with all things, 1471|And am not one with all things with thee, 1471|And am not one with all things with thee! 1471|I am not one with all things! 1471|O God, have Thou not heard 1471|My prayer? I am not sure. 1471|That prayer was most 1471|An idle one, 1471|As any may be seen 1471|Where the tree-trunk is, or the rope. 1471|I saw ======================================== SAMPLE 13750 ======================================== 2819|And yet--so long ago it was, 2819|When I was small, and father's knee 2819|Was at his side, and mother's breast 2819|Was soothing on his little head, 2819|And I was little and she was old-- 2819|I never thought of that at all. 2819|When the world was new and goodly, 2819|When my eyes were opened yet 2819|To the light of all the beauty 2819|That was lying in the garden 2819|That my father loved the best of all, 2819|I remember he was young. 2819|Father was small, his head just turned, 2819|Mother was wrinkled, but she smiled, 2819|Just like any little child-- 2819|The smile of the sunflower, the smile 2819|Of a little child upon its mother 2819|When her eyes are opened, I remember. 2819|And we walked in the garden that day; 2819|Father and I as peers did meet-- 2819|Father walked with his long soft hair 2819|And I with my playmates pretty; 2819|And they were all very fair in 2819|Their looks and dresses and figure 2819|In this great garden of the world. 2819|Mother--you may think, dear child, 2819|Mother's eyes were deep as death-- 2819|She would have looked a pall 2819|Over this wondrous world. 2819|But when they came to stand by me, 2819|She said to me, "You are not old, 2819|"You look too young for your seed, 2819|"You know the best places to explore 2819|"When you are ten years old." 2819|When we had come well up the steep 2819|By the blue wall where the sky is 2819|All light and shadow, 2819|The little trees with heavy brown 2819|And yellow leaves came slowly over, 2819|With little bells where branches meet, 2819|And little bells where branches fall. 2819|They were white as cream, and one 2819|Said to the other, "Ah, little boy, 2819|"What are you doing here?" 2819|And the little boy said, "I 2819|"I am roaming 2819|"About the wood, in my little plaid, 2819|"I am sleeping 2819|"In the thicket by the river, 2819|"I am playing, 2819|"I am not afraid." 2819|The wind blew. "My little son," 2819|The little boy said, "what careth 2819|"You to blow on these old trees, 2819|"And scatter their little leaflets, 2819|"And scatter their little fruit?" 2819|And the wind blew. "Brother, brother, 2819|"You cannot," the little boy said, 2819|"You cannot reach these little leaves." 2819|So he stayed and curled his arms 2819|Over his little mother's arms, 2819|And murmured, "I am glad to be 2819|Here beside my little mother!" 2819|The little windmill is a thing 2819|I have heard of, where men swear 2819|When it is up against the sky, 2819|It will not stand a chance-- 2819|It is built so well, so well, 2819|It is strong as that, I say. 2819|It's always ready to begin 2819|And never arched itself, 2819|Or the sky's enough sand to build a nest 2819|Upon, upon, upon, so well. 2819|My little brother, though, is seven years old-- 2819|You always can tell by the age of a child, 2819|The air, the sky, the water, and the grass, 2819|That he has felt what it means to be young; 2819|And that's why he always says, when he's asked 2819|Where the little windmill is, "It's like a flower." 2819|Down in the lane, 2819|All the day, 2819|Sits the blind pig. 2819|When the playtime's done 2819|Sits the blind pig. 2819|I will paint you somet 2819|Moret, 2819 ======================================== SAMPLE 13760 ======================================== 1745|All that I have of this worlde; I desiree 1745|The same with thee; I wish my selfe to live; 1745|The life I now enjoy not with content 1745|In that life long to mee is monie; 1745|That life is labour, paines and sorrows high; 1745|It is a hot, dreary journey; and the hope 1745|Of life is now but in the hereafter. 1745|And for (as said before) that I may share 1745|Of thy blisses, I desiree no part 1745|But such as is thine freely to impart, 1745|And such as is thy good mutually strait. 1745|The Gods, and all the force of heavinesse 1745|Nowise I surrender, not to mee; 1745|Nor such as to their altars sacrifice 1745|Souls of great men, once death to all, 1745|Now life to all, to mee their servitors: 1745|But such as by thir hazard must partake, 1745|Or both who are transcendent, and I 1745|In this wretched plight am left of thee. 1745|I cannot, know I cannot what it is, 1745|Thy blisses without us, or that is not, 1745|But is with us, which of our selves is best; 1745|Or what is here, or there, to us or ours 1745|A creature, and in us it is confounded. 1745|Or if I can but scan thee, and discern 1745|Thy somedeal state, and what thou art to mee, 1745|I shall discover the assistance sure 1745|Of thee to mee, and that to thee reseale. 1745|So boldly did I in thy self expose 1745|That carnal lechery, and as much at large 1745|As if to dwell on thee were pleasure, 1745|And that of thee were infinite content; 1745|Nor could I less thy self expose and name, 1745|Than that this Infinite, this Exchequer 1745|Of all my pleasures, might of right be counted 1745|A paradise among forbidden things. 1745|O bliss! if of that bliss more delight 1745|I had not felt thee so, more hid in night 1745|From thy own light, would not thy self betray 1745|Me too to thy self, more dark and dull 1745|Than to the pensive Pagans, that with wings 1745|Delude with dreams, and with strange phantoms throng 1745|Thir heaven and hell; and these to raise me up 1745|From perishing dissolution, fold me 1745|More close unto the Great Highest, made of Light, 1745|Than would we tear the Tartar from his Head: 1745|And in our darkness would our darkness blend 1745|Into my Soul, as in with open Door 1745|Such surmise to enter, when they would wise men teach, 1745|And lead them to the good: and so we pass 1745|Into the house of darkness, and, all in it, 1745|Is not the Light, is not the Light. 1745|Or if this be not, that I perceive 1745|Thy shape, so frequent in my dreams 1745|Appealing unto me, beseech thee say, 1745|What is thy name? what art thou? what estate 1745|O'ershadow thee? and what in thee is good 1745|That I should ponder upon high? and how 1745|Specially thine hour, with all the Stars 1745|Yeareth'nd toward us, at our entrance humbles me. 1745|Say first what this Division ise, 1745|Sylla from Gotha here in Italy 1745|The sovran standard blest, whose warlike rage 1745|The Latian dames, for love of Mars, forbad, 1745|Fearing the heathen, might obtain 1745|From pagans region, where the laws 1745|Might best be kept, and virtue most secured. 1745|For there, to all eternity 1745|This division holds true, both here and hereafter. 1745|To Rome ofttimes is called in this place 1745|The Golden Age, and is said to be 1745|Composed ======================================== SAMPLE 13770 ======================================== 28591|How often I have smiled 28591|When I was dreaming 28591|Of a life more bright, 28591|And of a God more kind. 28591|I have often wondered, 28591|And I always have been glad, 28591|Who am the world's slave; 28591|Who makes the common lot 28591|All the brighter and better? 28591|I have many a day 28591|Looked upon the night, 28591|And with many a sigh 28591|Sat at my own sweet will; 28591|Watched and waited, while 28591|Night was shining round. 28591|I have often wondered, 28591|And I always have been glad, 28591|Who but God can see 28591|Most and all the way; 28591|Who can know the day? 28591|I have often wondered 28591|What a holy man 28591|Is before all the boys 28591|God is in his hand; 28591|In his hands the books, 28591|And his eyes are calm, 28591|With the light in His eyes. 28591|Who can ever know 28591|What we seek for but Him? 28591|Who but God doth see 28591|What we in His ways? 28591|Then the days are soonest 28591|Which our way will trace; 28591|For His love doth view 28591|All things from all points. 28591|I have sometimes pondered, 28591|Ere I dared to dream, 28591|"Greater than I know 28591|This is God above; 28591|Father of all that is; 28591|And of perfect love; 28591|In all things 'tis his will 28591|To make the least 28591|Themselves to be. 28591|"If there is one, beyond 28591|All the world's delights; 28591|One, who all desires 28591|Can and will control; 28591|And who hears us in prayer, 28591|He, for his love ever, 28591|Is the Christ that died-- 28591|Whose dear dear sake!" 28591|I am weak. I suffer wrong; 28591|I have no power but from him who is strong with love, 28591|With a word, or an act, that will make the world not harsh; 28591|But how can it ever be true if it be not uttered? 28591|If I can but be strong in the power God gives to me, 28591|What a glorious blessing will it be to me, my wife! 28591|Can it ever be true that it is spoken, or put in act? 28591|The only proof, then, would have to do that God is with me; 28591|The strongest and the bravest that ever stood before, 28591|I can be; how weak I must be, that you have courage in me. 28591|So I will say it; in the light upon the ground below 28591|I will make it certain: there's no one can stand in my place; 28591|Nothing can stand more firm, but I have strength to be changed. 28591|I have sinned. I have offended. Not in anger I've spoken, 28591|But to hurt you with my weakness, weak and wounded from the past; 28591|What if, in my heart, I had not always done so, dear! 28591|Why was it that he took my life at the very moment it mattered, 28591|When no one else could help but me, and in spite of a thousand 28591|saying, 28591|If I had not done this, he would not have to die on the spot? 28591|For, as soon as you are safe and comforted in my presence, 28591|You can only say: "Be strong, my dear, to endure and go on." 28591|This life of ours is a glorious vision that we see, 28591|Each day we marvel and cry out, "What vision can be finer?" 28591|We stand and gaze and cry, "Here's a work of God that is fine!" 28591|Now, when we get to the end, our soul can find content by 28591|the words: 28591|"It is finished. It reaches the world." 28591|And as I stood by her side, 28591|A child's glad voice ======================================== SAMPLE 13780 ======================================== 16059|¡Cuánta y bien, y también á nuestro hondo, 16059|Dose, quitar la vista no te ved! 16059|(Tres lejos que el alma, y que se adoran 16059|El sonda, y luz á tu presencia el cielo.) 16059|(¡Oh enojado que llevan te conde 16059|La fuerza que hizo el pueblo había! 16059|Aquel pueblo, otro voy el semblante 16059|Y de donde el conde á nuevo hondo!) 16059|(¡Vitalidad, de tanto me sabias 16059|El nubre con mis ojos á su nombre! 16059|De nubre de vos papales vos pedía, 16059|Del polvo de la Alajid y de día!...) 16059|En cuyo inflamada el día 16059|Aquel la verde sierra, 16059|Y en la gaza á la guerra á la sangre 16059|Veis más que el alma, y de vida 16059|¿Suen todo á las almas bordado 16059|Que se decía, y de su frente al hombre? 16059|Alzó el sueño de Juan, de Juan Cañón. 16059|¡Ay! ¡allá! ¡allá! 16059|¿Dónde fuerzas de amor, 16059|Por ser los alas decía? 16059|¿Quién habló la gaza á la sangre 16059|El polvo de la Alajid y de día? 16059|Ya en la pena á las almas, 16059|Ya en la mano de la muerte, 16059|¡Boba! ¡allá! ¡allá! 16059|Del polvo de las ánimas, 16059|Allá! ¡Boba! Abierto el alma 16059|Aquel fija y levantarse, 16059|Vuelve el creadario río, 16059|Y la nación gaza á su presencia 16059|Vogre seco del rio, á la sierra 16059|Al día de su mal, el oído. 16059|La voz de su mal. 16059|Pasas mi alma estoy siento! 16059|Una voz que alzó mi voz doncella! 16059|Himniendo otras su ciudad al pueblo 16059|El ángel de su plus y un desmara, 16059|Sobre fuego el alma de mi voz doncella. 16059|La voz de su mal. 16059|No hay place tochen el ánimo hielo. 16059|Y al día de su mal. 16059|Dios mío, aunque hoy para el bieno, 16059|Al arrepentivo del santo cualquier; 16059|Y en verso más de otro cuento 16059|El monstruo abierto, de entonces y de aseso, 16059|Y á mi fama se ativitó su cabeza y se atento. 16059|¡Ocudo! ¡cuenca mejor de mi nombre! 16059|Cesó mi voz canta está te llamó; 16059|Y en ti, en tanto, en nombre, en reino, en cicho, 16059|Y es grande y es la grande y es la pelea, 16059|Que á mi voz más de la grande y es la pelea! 16059|¡Bien mejor! ¡cuenca mejor de mi sombra!... 16059|¡Bien mejor! ¡cuenca mejor de tu frente!... 16059|Que de ser á sus afectos hielos 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 13790 ======================================== 8187|"That I must see my little son--" he said 8187|"That he must see his mother, and may not 8187|"Be in the care of any other man. 8187|"The great care of all our household wealth--" 8187|And here his voice broke:--"I told him when he lived 8187|"That if he took away some golden toys 8187|"He _would not_ leave his little one without them:-- 8187|"He had not wished for that! 'Twere ill next month 8187|"From this time on if he _should_ leave them away! 8187|"No!--he should never go into a fever, 8187|"And still healthier, if your mother can 8187|"Look after the goods; and he, when he's _out_, 8187|"Oh, you'd think he'd keep on always in _fare_! 8187|"And if your father comes to see you-- 8187|"What then? he'd only like _to_ you, my dear, 8187|"And all the children want is their dear father near, 8187|"So, here again I'm forced to ask, 8187|"Should I have _anything_ to say, 8187|"Or wish at all to follow my Lady's footsteps, 8187|"Or ask any question--but, pray, 8187|"When shall I see the girl again? 8187|"The lady, my fair, my beautiful child, 8187|"Who in the midst of this great world of ours 8187|"Looks like her own sweet sister, the Queen, 8187|"When she is not in her fever!" 8187|The words came, as the little mother heard, 8187|From every one of those, both great and small,-- 8187|_But_ that little boy--she could not bear 8187|To think that ever he could give 8187|A slip to any one--so she whispered low, 8187|And kissed him, with no word to break 8187|The silence, save one, low, timid word, 8187|"My dear! my _foe_, pray come inside, 8187|"And watch the lady, when she takes her last 8187|"Rib from behind!--and, if I say 8187|"That the _other_ is in danger by this, 8187|"You must kiss her, and be so kind 8187|"As not to ask where she is gone. 8187|"She needs this--that only; 8187|"And kiss _her_ every time. 8187|"Oh! my daughter! if you'd like to be-- 8187|"My own sweet _daughter_, my own bright, blest 8187|"Lover, father, friend, if you would love me so!" 8187|So he whispered weakly, with no word, 8187|"Forgive him, for my _daughter_'s fault-- 8187|"Pray forgive your darling! God be with her! 8187|"I, that was very mad, have been so mad, 8187|"At this moment, since she came back-- 8187|"And can scarcely tell you how she was dressed; 8187|"And when you've given your darling _leave_ 8187|"She'll find that she wears something too; 8187|"And you'll see her, too, a ribbon on her back 8187|"That she's not very _well_-disguised;-- 8187|"I'm sure you'll see her, you old boy,-- 8187|"Yes!--I'm _sure_ that I've told you well. 8187|"Oh! my child, why did you lie awake-- 8187|"Oh! my daughter! we were all in sleep, 8187|"When we beheld a woman rise, 8187|"Whose hair the day-spring had not yet fled, 8187|"And eyes that seemed to peer through sleep; 8187|"And, ah, the things we dreamt of then-- 8187|"_How they would dream and weep again!_ 8187|"I did but see her, to be sure, 8187|"And as if I could see my girl, 8187|"A faint light seemed to stir in her eyes; 8187|"And her eyes' delight was all but ======================================== SAMPLE 13800 ======================================== 24605|For I can't walk, nor ride, nor ride I can. 24605|I could not even rise my head, 24605|When the storm rolled from the north. 24605|I went out in the storm, like a tree 24605|That's in a wood, and it makes no noise at all 24605|To prove the wood is useful. 24605|I wandered out, and I took no heed 24605|Where did men wander and look for me? 24605|When I came back I was not there! 24605|I had no coat, and I had no shoes, 24605|When a thief came and stole them and then 24605|To take away your coat you must live! 24605|And, oh, it's hard to make a run for it, 24605|When they are all about you! 24605|I had my hat, but I had no penny, 24605|So I went to the bank to borrow more; 24605|And the next hour I looked as dull as can be 24605|Although I looked all smart. 24605|But oh, I am not a very smart man, 24605|And I hate the man who steals away 24605|His coat with the credit on his hand, 24605|And I am not a very good banker, 24605|And I hate the man who lends to _none_, 24605|Where as the poor man has got the credit, 24605|And he should own it for his own. 24605|I'm not afraid to ask for what I want, 24605|And I don't fear to be trusted, and I'm sure 24605|That's why I'm still alive and I'm still young 24605|And I love to hear the children call, 24605|For they're so kind and so good. 24605|I'm not afraid to get up in the morning 24605|And to go to school as soon as the sun goes down, 24605|For I don't see anybody that will give 24605|A better education than me. 24605|I've got a little pocket full of change, 24605|Which I use for getting up and going about; 24605|And the very best of all your money's worth 24605|Is the kindness of some man or woman. 24605|But do you think, when up there with the moon on my 24605|Back, and I on the top of the very tallest hill, 24605|That I am a lazy child, you must worry and 24605|Depress? 24605|There is sorrow at every turn, 24605|And the brightest day is clouded quite, 24605|And the best of the best may not be 24605|The very best; 24605|There is grief, in every place, 24605|In every place, 24605|There is sorrow at every turn. 24605|I am sorry when I shall be gone, 24605|And I am sad to have left you behind. 24605|I am sorry when I see your face no longer, 24605|And I know that I shall never meet again, 24605|'Tis true, I have met, but I have never met. 24605|You still smile, and you still wait, and tease me. 24605|But I must go. 24605|And when we're gone, 24605|And you have left me still, 24605|Yes, I will miss you just as much as you 24605|Will miss the day. 24605|But when we'll meet again, 24605|Oh, then I will not fear, 24605|And sorrow will not touch me as I go on. 24605|There is joy in every spot, 24605|There is hope and peace at every door. 24605|There is joy, in every place, 24605|There is hope, in every place. 24605|I am sorry when I must depart, 24605|But God will help the hour. 24605|I will not ask for more than I have now 24605|In my little little body. 24605|In the winter I had to go to the doctor, 24605|Because the children couldn't stay at home; 24605|In summer I have to go to school, 24605|But it's very nice to be a boy again. 24605|I have to wear a coat that is long at the shoulder, 24605|But I'm very good in all kinds of weather ======================================== SAMPLE 13810 ======================================== 2487|The heart of my soul is as an ouzel's 2487|In the softest of perfumes. 2487|If life for me is one sweet, fleeting gleam, 2487|Then the old room is the sweetest. You seem 2487|To be floating past me in a golden mist, 2487|And yet, I know that you are there--only you, 2487|Except for shadows there to smile and pass, 2487|Except for a little wisp of hair that falls 2487|Among the roses of my heart. 2487|Only you! only you! the soul of me, 2487|That is as tender as the scent upon the breeze! 2487|Only a dream of the dark. 2487|Only you! the sweetest thing that ever was, 2487|Or will be, forevermore! in the world 2487|Or this world alone. 2487|Only you! and you must live forevermore! 2487|Only you! you are all I now must sing 2487|To the deep of eternity. Only you, 2487|Who lived, and loved, and died, and dream to live, 2487|Only you! so sweet and clear, 2487|My soul and my body, too, so, must go 2487|Back back to you. 2487|Only you! my only soul! in the end 2487|Shall that memory fade and it all be gone, 2487|And I must die? 2487|Only you! only you! and your eyes go up, 2487|Easily as dreams and as swiftly go, 2487|Easily as dreams. 2487|Only you! but I know that your soul lies there, 2487|Lying and lying.... At last I stand 2487|Stront in the dawn. 2487|And my feet are cold. And my spirit has grown, 2487|And my heart grew, frail and light, like a flower 2487|That has blown out of sight. 2487|So I stoop and lift the curtains--and that is 2487|The curtain that trembled over the years 2487|When I held it in my hand. 2487|I would not have you think that it trembled 2487|As it trembled over the ruins of life, 2487|When I held it in my hand; 2487|Rather, it trembled for a friend in need, 2487|A heart that knew the worth of a man's heart-- 2487|The dear old soul. 2487|One dark and lonely night when I was a boy, 2487|I passed that way, as I went home from school, 2487|And there was a lady in a beautiful moonlight 2487|Rose-blushed, as if to ask me gently, 'Is it here?' 2487|I stopped, and she looked at me sadly and said, 2487|'You mustn't look at her so--you have missed her!' 2487|And then I was alone. 2487|So it never seems to trouble my heart 2487|To think of the night when she went out of sight. 2487|Where is she now? Ah, can it be she is dead? 2487|Ah, can it be? 2487|She is the one who led me, so often so 2487|To hear the music of heaven's answer loud! 2487|I would not have you think 2487|That she would wish to let me be alone, 2487|Because I feel that she was right and I wrong. 2487|Her presence, too, will always take my place 2487|When the winds are out of tune, or the shadows are near; 2487|And that--and only that-- 2487|Is where my soul dwells now. 2487|Only to make myself whole again and whole 2487|As heretofore, with the strength of soul and body 2487|That then I used, I will seek her there above-- 2487|I never can forget. 2487|Only to seek again, 2487|And live and love in the life my life alone 2487|Built for her, my soul is here--on some flowery hill 2487|That is far from the rest there--on some hill 2487|That is dark as the sky, or somewhere in the earth 2487|Bearing no promise for me but only a word, 2487|And far ======================================== SAMPLE 13820 ======================================== 23665|For I love you, 23665|And I know they'll be proud of me, 23665|When they see how I love you. 23665|_The Ballad of the Two-and-Seventy Cities._ 23665|When, in the midst of the fray, 23665|The brave and successful captain 23665|Struck near the heart the fatal blow; 23665|The brave and successful captain 23665|With his last breath must see his son 23665|Die when the guns began to rattle. 23665|But the good dog,--a loyal friend 23665|In good breeding, and in arms-- 23665|Though he bore a deadly wound, 23665|Was called on the field of battle: 23665|"Captain, the foe is in your grasp!" 23665|And he answered: "Not one, my friend! 23665|For I bear the wound, I bore the wound, 23665|And they may cry till I lie: 23665|I am lying; but I'll bear the burden 23665|Of my heart, and my wounds will heal." 23665|But the bad dog--he roared at him, 23665|Cursing the day when he came, 23665|And he barked as he ran: "Captain, 23665|I will cut your throat! my fangs! my fangs!" 23665|And he went to his work, and he kept 23665|Away, for the dogs were a' fain 23665|To be cut open, ere they came near. 23665|When he got them clean, in the morning, 23665|And then he sat and made a speech 23665|Of the dogs that had their toll: 23665|"No dog of mine but has paid 23665|The cost of his own blood; 23665|I had a daughter once,--I left her 23665|In such hard plight, but I nursed her 23665|When she was but a child; and now 23665|I will bear, as you can understand, 23665|These four little ones to die." 23665|"How beautiful they are, how sweet!" 23665|Cried the captain; and he laid 23665|The beautiful, sad four children 23665|Upon the altar of my heart; 23665|And he prayed: "Save them, O Lord!" 23665|They died, and I saw Heaven smile: 23665|Then to the captain I cried: 23665|"And shall not my four little ones 23665|Be saved from the cruel blade? 23665|"I will drive this dog away, 23665|Let him not come near my children: 23665|They are saved--they have no trace." 23665|The dog was fierce, fierce and rude; 23665|I could not bear to watch them die, 23665|Nor bear those four poor lonely babies. 23665|And when they seemed, their mother, 23665|She looked so pale and worn, with breath 23665|Frozen and wild, as she wept o'er them 23665|In their lone, dismal grave at night. 23665|_Sydneian airs--in harmony_ 23665|_With harmony divine_ 23665|_The songs of ancient Rome appear_ 23665|_In light celestial harmonies_ 23665|_Harmonies of angels all divine._ 23665|When I was only a boy, 23665|I loved to walk in the meadows, 23665|Where the dew lay on the grass; 23665|And the little dew-drops they came 23665|In little silver brooms. 23665|And I used to climb upon a berry, 23665|To lie down upon its tender ribs; 23665|And from underneath those ribs, 23665|To look above my head in the sky, 23665|Or over the world from my bunk, 23665|I would climb in the sunshine, 23665|Through the fragrant, sun-bleach'd grass, 23665|And breathe, in its mellow sweetness, 23665|A "Oh's!" 23665|When the sun went down, 23665|A garden's in flower, 23665|And when the heat of the day 23665|Succeeded in the heat of the day, 23665|I used to lie on my bunk 23665|All in the sun, as in a dream, 23 ======================================== SAMPLE 13830 ======================================== 18500|By the wild wood-ways in the swathing west. 18500|To-day, at four o'clock, she lies by his side, 18500|And to-morrow, in the gloaming, he may wed 18500|Another fair, though of a different place; 18500|For the lads of Ayrshire, I ween, 18500|Are in celestial pomp a-plenty, 18500|To-night--and I'm but a low-worth laird! 18500|The moon is up, and over the sea 18500|The smile o' Heaven smiles as white as snow; 18500|But I wad like to throw a kites, 18500|In triumph to the British Queen! 18500|She sits at her teasand, watching her tresses, 18500|And dreaming of the days when first she felt 18500|Sick freedom's pangs--when vainly she strove 18500|Strong manhood's conqueror, and she fell 18500|Unpleased--unimpregnably subdued! 18500|And then, and then, my tadin' of power 18500|Thought aught but mischief--I wad a-beek! 18500|O, Heaven! may never any mair mak mischief! 18500|May never wicked thoughts tempt me to sin; 18500|May never any foe my peace annoy! 18500|But the day may come when my little een, 18500|(Tho' my love I ill deserve--I hae mae)-- 18500|May see her father's face, my ain Sally, 18500|Sae fair, sae young, sae hale, sae hasty, 18500|Sae jolly, as a lark in the morning, 18500|(That ever so free o'er the earth she rides)-- 18500|May see her gallant father's face, my ain. 18500|To-day my little intent is Sally, 18500|To-morrow, mair,--my mither's a whust: 18500|I've twa-thousand pounds on me, mysel, 18500|(That still cann't be o'er langer than mair) 18500|I wad hae a' to live, sae miserly, 18500|Ere I've sund four pounds o' sic riches; 18500|But now I'm warkless, oh, how can it be, 18500|That I do sair contrais anither waur? 18500|Oh I maun stand upon my tatters, 18500|Oh I maun languish wi' anguish, 18500|And moan and sigh an' moan an' moan! 18500|I swear, I vow, on my life! I swear, 18500|I swear, my dear mistress, I swear, 18500|Till I've to the bottom, i' the hole, 18500|A body and a soul i' the lave. 18500|A' to the deevil, my dear mistress, 18500|Whate'er may hap sae lang, o'er a;ught, 18500|Thou'lt think it sin if I dare tak 18500|Whist-campane o' thy heart an' lea'; 18500|Or e'en a hapless auld wife's tear, 18500|Scoop in thy heart to her laaste kiss. 18500|The sough o' winter, my Dear Wife, 18500|Has quite wearied wi' your sighng; 18500|An' thus I do ca' by the wale 18500|Gangstaher words o' Shakespeare's monie; 18500|Sae I'll jouk up my auld gray shawl, 18500|An' gang wi' thee, my Dear auld wife, 18500|Thro' the burn-side siller I'll ca' by, 18500|An' gi'e thee thy auld gray lace. 18500|Auld Shame her as she rides the lash; 18500|The thorn may blossom o'er her stane; 18500|An' neebours craw in fearfu' gangs, 18500|But still she brak a' their hides. 18500|An' aye, at her touch-wood key-- 18500|A gowden wand's a weapon dire; 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 13840 ======================================== 24269|I'll give unto thee a prize, which if I may 24269|Reserve, I shall myself resign. I see 24269|Still other graces, if thou attend me well; 24269|For here, at all times, she sits in beauty, 24269|Fair and immaculate as she was wont 24269|Before she left her home, and every seat 24269|Attended by her maidens, is well supplied 24269|With silver, gold, and polish'd lapis-lages. 24269|But I will bring thee all I ask, and will 24269|Give thee, also, a beaker and tepid urn 24269|Of sweet repast, while thou shalt sit beside. 24269|Then, when she had, at last, her fill of food, 24269|She gave her daughter up to her, and when 24269|She had, at length, her fill of sweet repast, 24269|She gave her youngest child, whom now herself 24269|Pitied and seasoned, to her bosom bore 24269|A cup of ambrosial wine, and when 24269|At last she had consum'd with her the beaker 24269|And tepid urn (for such of use she made, 24269|That none more fitting might be found, or better 24269|In a palace), the Hero thus began. 24269|I have been long engaged in pleasant talk, 24269|But now I am drawn by the necessity 24269|Of the approaching feast, since some report 24269|Of the absence of the Hero, my guest, 24269|Alone directs, who, by the will of heav'n, 24269|Hath nevermore return'd. For should he wear 24269|This ring, whom I believe to him to be, 24269|And in a foreign land, mine own most wise 24269|And prudent father, with a heart already 24269|Flames, that we might meet at our repast 24269|At some far bourne, he would, in his turn, 24269|Dispose me of this beauteous creature, who 24269|Is like his father, and is all his own. 24269|But if some other beauteous thing at last 24269|Rescued me from this ruin I must meet, 24269|Let him be mine; and then, a favor mine, 24269|The greatest will my father's heart embrace. 24269|But I will tell thee more in a short space 24269|Of many other ills, which need not be, 24269|Since now I shall without the city stand 24269|Alone, or in the fleet, for me are sought 24269|By others far, who from my village home 24269|Have parted from the people, who their deaths 24269|Would have avenged, and I myself of all 24269|My palace stormed, for they say I have been 24269|A gandyrate, and on my mother's brink 24269|Fell in her bed. No cares have I now, 24269|And in all my distress, I cannot feel 24269|The need of food, or such things as they 24269|In the great hostelry of the King 24269|A feast is held, where I may eat and drink 24269|My fill, and in repose sink down; but thou 24269|Shalt have a banquet, who hast thus become 24269|The sport of heav'n, and hast not left thy house. 24269|But now in the lap of evening I sit 24269|Within my house, drinking my repast, 24269|With the fair children half-naked whom, a day 24269|And night, I slew. Now, then, my friends and me 24269|On yonder hill--who by Jove's command 24269|Now watch us, lest that unrequited love 24269|We sever, should at the moment choose 24269|His ease to come against us--situate 24269|In the low mountain's rear, near thine abode. 24269|He said, and with a gesture, that which all 24269|Attended, he raised up a rod of brass, 24269|And at Antinoüs, first, the other, sprang. 24269|He to the ground, beneath, the brave Theban. 24269|Then did Antinoüs cast his eye around, 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 13850 ======================================== 1852|If you have any questions or hints of your own, 1852|I'm glad to know you're not afraid of a fool like me. 1852|It suits your style. 1852|That you will not tell me, that you think your feelings 1852|Are what your fancy has framed them of late, and not mine 1852|For some moments. 1852|You may tell me, if you will, that you think it is 1852|In your interest not to be so presumptuous as to promise 1852|One who is young, but whom you can never see fit to love. 1852|That I think the very world I've ever known 1852|A stranger's heart. 1852|I am sorry he has come to your doors, 1852|But you cannot understand. 1852|You know, or I, 1852|How foolish is the heart's childish boast 1852|That cannot understand itself, 1852|Nor guess, nor understand. 1852|He has come 1852|Not to seek you here, nor yet to go 1852|To-morrow, nor yet to-day. 1852|You cannot guess what would be left 1852|To you and me, 1852|If, at this moment, there had not been 1852|Some news to tell. 1852|He who will suppose 1852|That you, my mother, would not have found 1852|Such tenderness in me 1852|If he saw not before, 1852|Or ever will have seen, 1852|(I do not say, however, that I blame 1852|That he does not learn it; yet, however, 1852|It is only as his father would have been.) 1852|To see your child in your eyes, 1852|And feel the sympathy that lies 1852|Deep in them for his sake: 1852|For you, the woman 1852|Who is not here in life. 1852|For you, the mother, 1852|Without whom she 1852|Could not be a mother. 1852|For you, the wife, 1852|Without whom my life 1852|Were all of nothing." 1852|"He has come, (I exclaimed in fierce surprise, 1852|And burst out in half-sobs) 1852|A man, a man! what are the words? 1852|He does not speak! and he cannot hear! 1852|I, who am blind, or deaf, or deaf... 1852|... And if he had the skill 1852|And the wisdom to see the truth 1852|Of the words thus far broadcast, 1852|And the thoughts thus far spoken, 1852|He would look on them, 1852|With a calm and a voice, 1852|As if he would speak to me! 1852|(A smile, a smile, he remembered the girl in the door!) 1852|But, if my heart were free, 1852|And this speech were his, 1852|'Twould hardly have been a joyous thing 1852|In the city to-night. 1852|He has not come here for me." 1852|His silence was broken. 1852|"I am young, but I can give back 1852|My own life, live for him. } 1852|I can give to him, if he but loves me, 1852|My heart's whole life." ======================================== SAMPLE 13860 ======================================== 35667|The first word in 'tis the most _fiery_, and as to the last, 35667|The most _fairy fair_, are--"The Moon." 35667|The light which through my window looks 35667|From a window in a garden-wall 35667|Is a light which in the night is dim, 35667|On a wall by a wall above, 35667|That is painted with gaudy hues-- 35667|The moon's self, 35667|In a garden-glade. 35667|The day which lies before me 35667|In a nightdress of the sky, 35667|Is a light in the morning clear, 35667|But the brightness which I see 35667|Is a cloud in the heaven, brown, 35667|And like a rainbow cloud to me 35667|The moon's self-- 35667|In a sky. 35667|The night which hangs above me 35667|Is a cloud of the stars' light 35667|In a darkness of dull gray, brown. 35667|For a cloud, where no stars' light 35667|Floats on the sky, which seems gray, 35667|It is most beautiful-- 35667|It is the moon. 35667|For a moon, it is the sea; 35667|For a sea-bird, the moon; 35667|For a flower, 'tis a snow; 35667|For the moon, it is a star; 35667|For the stars--they are stars! 35667|(If you ask me 35667|What it is that I seek through all these lines, 35667|And what it is that I find,-- 35667|Is it only that I am weary of verse, 35667|That I am worn of rhyme, 35667|That I am worn of verse, 35667|That through these years 35667|I have wandered in a dark and weary way; 35667|And as day's weary hours 35667|Tossed me in all storms 35667|Beneath this sky, the moon-- 35667|With a cloud of the stars 35667|And a night above me-- 35667|Shines--and the hours-- 35667|With a moon. 35667|The years that pass beneath the starless sky 35667|Have reached a climax now. We have passed past, 35667|E'en at the very gate of the new-born year, 35667|On which is inscribed by our fingers new sign 35667|The final years of the poets. And now come 35667|New years in their solemn new pomp of gold, 35667|Of a hundred thousand new days--the year 35667|The world begins. 35667|In a world of gods and men 35667|Is found a poem. 35667|The world begins 35667|With the breath of the morning, 35667|Sinks as night and wanes, 35667|Till the sunlight is gone 35667|And a darkness reigned-- 35667|A new dawn, a new life 35667|And a new mystery. 35667|The poet is man, 35667|For he sings from the stars 35667|In a world of gods 35667|And men. 35667|The poet is God, 35667|For he rules from the skies 35667|And laughs in the sun 35667|When it sets. 35667|The poet is woman, 35667|For in her face 35667|Is a poem divine 35667|Of light. 35667|The poet is God, 35667|For he gives back to us 35667|The beauty we lost. 35667|He puts on the woman's grace, 35667|Of the woman's beauty. 35667|He says: "Why do you fear?" 35667|And she laughs in the sunlight 35667|When it sets. 35667|The poet is man, 35667|For he sings from the stars 35667|In a world of gods 35667|And men. 35667|He is God, 35667|For he rules in a heaven 35667|Far above 35667|Our earthling fears. 35667|The poet is woman, 35667|For in her face 35667|Is a poem divine 35667|Of light. 35667|He is God, 35667|So a sunlit flame 35667| ======================================== SAMPLE 13870 ======================================== 1165|For the last time 1165|That I ever shall 1165|Be a woman. 1165|But, like to her, all the rest of them -- 1165|All the rest of them --- 1165|Were born and grew and died as well over her-- 1165|Like her. 1165|For the earth is theirs, 1165|And the air and all that's on it, 1165|The sun and all that's between, 1165|To live with such an elf 1165|And be his mother! 1165|But she won't! The wind and the rain 1165|Shall blow off the dust she's made; 1165|The wind and the rain shall go and come; 1165|They'll never come back! 1165|Yet I'm worried sometimes, even as they 1165|Who live like me beside her side; 1165|I wish she would go, -- what would that be? 1165|And what between us? 1165|"Now, let me go!" the girl did cry, 1165|"I want to be a woman!" there 1165|I laid her down with one restful hand 1165|A-fleece on her head, and slept. 1165|And the next I dreamt it had been May. 1165|I went to her room; I opened the door -- 1165|It was already Night. 1165|O sad, sad sight to see 1165|When Love looks in your face and can not speak, 1165|That you have once again 1165|Been once again his mother! 1165|O wistfully you'll think of me -- 1165|And of me so often and for so long, 1165|And dream of me and smile -- and kiss -- 1165|To the joy of your own lips and hands; 1165|Till it burns your life into my own, 1165|And you miss me, and you miss me, still! 1165|You, to me life is but a name 1165|To bind my spirit fast, 1165|And my senses feel a dream 1165|Where love and love-kindled fire 1165|Meet and come to flame! 1165|You, to me, love is a light 1165|That fades away unbidden, 1165|But I see it daily through 1165|In the eyes of You! 1165|"The night is cold and the wind blows high in the corn," 1165|That's what I hear in my hearing; 1165|I hear a voice singing, and the corn is at strife 1165|With the cry of the birds above; 1165|When I walk alone it comes, and I think of Him 1165|And my heart is sick with pain. 1165|"In the springtime, long ago", 1165|The words in my hearing are stirring; 1165|And the earth is alive with the songs of the trees 1165|That grow in the shadowy plain; 1165|But what are the voices that come to me there, 1165|In the dim and silent night? 1165|And what is the thing in the moonlight there, 1165|That gleams like a ghost in the light? 1165|And what is the shape that shines there so serene, 1165|With its foot on the moonlight snow? 1165|Ah, the ears of my soul would ache if we told 1165|All the secret that the stars reveal; 1165|And the ear that will ache to hear the words 1165|In a whisper so far away! 1165|Ah, the hands of my soul would ache if we would feel 1165|All the secret that the waters tell; 1165|And the eyes of my soul are weary with tears 1165|For the secrets they cannot wake! 1165|And the soul of my soul would ache if it had heard 1165|What the silent souls of the water say, 1165|Or the voice of its God, though it knew not the name -- 1165|Whispered so far away! 1165|How should one speak of the secret of love, 1165|If one could not tell -- if I could speak! 1165|Ah, the souls of my soul would ache if I could tell the secret! 1165|I stood -- and a song came faint and far. 1165|It made me think of a voice that ======================================== SAMPLE 13880 ======================================== 1280|And so I never thought to die; 1280|But they came down by the river that the men could see, 1280|And then the people came up to look. 1280|I was in my room and I could not make a noise, 1280|So they put my head on the table. 1280|They did not see me; they looked at my face 1280|And said they would never trust me any more. 1280|I never asked them, but he who had cut the clothes 1280|With an axe to drive them out of mine eyes 1280|Spoke to the man who carried me down in a wheel 1280|And struck me with the axe. 1280|The men took me to the river, 1280|And they put me where the stream was broadest, 1280|In the river where they threw me. 1280|My blood was red, and my tongue was still. 1280|I would have cried, but I could not speak 1280|Because of my wound. 1280|But the men said, "Well, in five years 1280|You shall be going back to your land." 1280|It is all I have left now. 1280|And they promised I would not die 1280|And go to my grave alone. 1280|But my friends would never let me die. 1280|And I had no more power to do 1280|What men call self-control. 1280|But the more I was a slave, 1280|The more my mind was enslaved, 1280|And I never had any time for pleasure, 1280|And I felt every moment a slave - 1280|A woman of a war. 1280|The war was finished when our town was sacked, 1280|But I still remember the soldiers' shouts, 1280|And my hand unconsciously gripped a rifle butt, 1280|Crying to myself in a helpless way 1280|That I must have it all. 1280|But I never was angry with my men, 1280|For I loved my women who had suffered most; 1280|And I had never been wounded of any man, 1280|And no one ever hit me. 1280|They did not understand, 1280|But that was all I knew. 1280|And in my youth I knew many more wars, 1280|And I never was glad to go away 1280|From that which I felt every moment of it: 1280|That these men were slaves. 1280|As we journeyed homeward by the light of a spreading fire, 1280|I saw no living face in this city. 1280|I never was able to feel any joy, no matter how 1280|I was feeling the world's oppression. 1280|That is why I did not cry. 1280|I do not know whether 1280|It is true that I saw in the flames 1280|All my dream of love once lived. 1280|It was so hard to go out to the city of fire 1280|And see the naked eyes in the faces of men. 1280|I did not speak the words to tell her, 1280|But I saw that no love can be taken from the dead 1280|Through a dream. 1280|The way of the night is to follow through 1280|Into the daylight after your enemy. 1280|Aye, I am so frightened to death 1280|That I do not know what to do or say. 1280|I cannot give you courage and strength. 1280|You should not be afraid. 1280|I think we can help you with our prayers 1280|Who have taken up our enemy. 1280|I would pray for your soul, 1280|And my prayers would be for your freedom, 1280|And my peace I would give to you 1280|If you would return to me. 1280|And I never shall see you in hell! 1280|I will give you my prayer or pray for your free soul too,-- 1280|I shall pray for you in this body. 1280|I think in this flesh of mine 1280|I would give your soul back to you, 1280|Your dear womanhood. 1280|I would give you all of my soul 1280|If you would return to me. 1280|It was only last night 1280|I saw in your dream 1280|That your face and eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 13890 ======================================== 15370|But, though I know I may make an honest few o' them, 15370|There's room for a 'bout seven o' 'em, I must own. 15370|But there ain't no fun in the 'ell, so, if I do, 15370|I'd rather be a B. F. C. A., 15370|An' if I 'oo'd all gone to planning it out, 15370|I reckon I 'oo'd never do B. F. C. 15370|Since there ain't no fun; what B. F. C., O! 15370|Why, I might make an hour, and leave the 'Ost. 15370|'Twould be an odd chance if I could do it B. F. 15370|An' then I'd have to learn the B. F. C., O! 15370|But what if I could? I ain't as proud as you. 15370|My face is plain; I'm a gourmand; I can eat. 15370|There's a little hill where the cattle abode. 15370|They ain't none to be seen, except when 'Are's 15370|Beneath the hill a well is dug. 15370|In the well is a garden, where roses blaw, 15370|And one hath often seen them glow. 15370|And this garden is not dull; for in it 15370|There's a woodbine, that ever seems to grow, 15370|For it a place has made where nothing grows, 15370|Save the woodbine. And this woodbine's kind 15370|As a book will be to a lear, 15370|When the lear may look for laurels B. F. 15370|And if we ain't dull, this garden and I 15370|May amuse to our surprise. 15370|B. F. C. I'm not a learnin' B. F. 15370|With a katydid, and a katydid, and a katydid, 15370|Of a bumble-bee, that hangs in a wild brier, 15370|And sings sweet music B. F. C. 15370|I am a bumble-bee B. F. & V. 15370|For, all day long, I pluck, and I pluck, and I pluck, 15370|And make a bumble-bee, that I may pluck again, 15370|When the summer is gone, B. F. & V. 15370|All B. F. & V.'s compositions are printed on acid acid acid. 15370|B. F. & V. published "Tuneful," or "Songs of the Gifted," is a 15370|"Gifted" is the reader's term for these songs. 15370|"Songs from the Gifted" are listed by the readers below. 15370|"Merely rhythmic repetition of a series of rhythmic sounds." 15370|_"A poem, a poem, a poem."_ 15370|_"It is a song of the world and an anthem for mankind."_ 15370|O how often in the heat of the frantic hours, 15370|When all things else in my life seem like a lure, 15370|Have I heard the sweet, sweet voice of a water-bird 15370|Chatter like the chattering of the sands. 15370|Like the wind of the prairie when it goes "round-a-round," 15370|Or the wind of the wood when it goes "round-a-lin.'" 15370|Or the voice of the streamlet that flows in the sun 15370|With a murmur like the wail of a dove. 15370|Ah, sweet, sweet voice of the streamlet and the sea, 15370|How often I hear in the music of thee, 15370|In an undertone, half ghost and half bird, 15370|The music of the winds that come and the streams that flow 15370|From the ocean of mystery, and the mystic realms, 15370|Where dwelleth the joy of the immortal soul, 15370|And the joy of the immortal soul of him that is free! 15370|There are sounds of the ocean when the waters run, 15370|And of the winds when they whirl the water-sprites; 15370|There are echoes of the woods when it goes a-whirring 15370|And a heark ======================================== SAMPLE 13900 ======================================== 615|"If the king of England, who to the chase 615|Hath made my lord, return to seek in vain, 615|And for the maid has turned his steed aside, 615|"Blessed to be that livery of the Moor, 615|Where all his horses are by him adored, 615|Where never a man a horse is seen 615|Which does not serve the warrior in his need: 615|Nor hath that goodly brand a horse less known, 615|Than I, who to the lady do belong, 615|Who has more glory had in coming out 615|From the high realm of Calahorra, than 615|In flying from the camp before my foe! 615|"I know why thou wouldst go to that gay light, 615|As the first lady in my train to see: 615|That, as it is a noble, fair and tall, 615|And is of grace and beauty to my view, 615|I will follow thee in that the Moorish king 615|Was led by thee, with all of him in view. 615|It cannot be my will not to depart 615|When thou hast spoken with the noble fair, 615|So that all hope and purpose may be fled, 615|Which the good knight and all the rest of us 615|Had to endure in the sad battle's fret; 615|"And, in short, not to be vanquished at all, 615|Thou to the paladin will venture nought; 615|Who will with all that his good lance can throw, 615|Strike at his bosom, and overcome with ease: 615|But that 'twere just, in this, such punishment, 615|And to my lord should be the punishment too. 615|"-- I have not told thee all, I seek to say; 615|Nor how, if thou forsake not me to go 615|Back to thy lord, my lord, I, if thou wert 615|To the good knight thy father would prefer, 615|Would in my heart be almost broken-hearted. 615|Yet I will tell thee, if thy heart but bend 615|To follow that good knight, so many a one 615|Beneath this star, is happier to be slain, 615|Than thou shalt be thyself again, and I; 615|"And that thou thinkest this for thy desire, 615|That I this day should be a coward slain, 615|I will withal relate a deed to befall, 615|Which by a woman's hand, I well foretold. 615|If I had slain in self, fair lady, thee; 615|And so the deed performed, no cause was there 615|For thee to be sore abused by me. 615|"But, since the thing which I so ill foretold, 615|'Twas done for thee, thy noble father's son; 615|Now that I am thy foe, in every woe 615|The woman with the treason has her share. 615|Nor know I how to speak, or how to blame 615|The woman so, and yet so foul a sire. 615|"In a strange country, in a desert plain, 615|She, my foe, my foe, my brother slew: 615|That had he not been on our behalf, 615|She had wasted the whole of so fair France; 615|And from this day, as well I you suppose, 615|We have the Moorish people in our land. 615|He, of her father Godfrey, hath an heir; 615|And she, with whom such vile affection springs, 615|Is my false lover; and, since I am slain, 615|He shall be wedded, to content his bride. 615|"It should have pleased that I had slain so sore, 615|Or from any other, but myself; 615|For but a mortal, I, and dying, had 615|Brought her to death, and saved her from that ill. 615|But since that time, I pray you, man or maid, 615|Listen not to what I then foretold, 615|Nor blame her who is my enemy; 615|For in good truth, since here I parted, I 615|Have been all love, since all my heart is thine. 615|"I, who with thee of a long-sought man entwined, 615|Loved in a master, in a master died, 615|Am thine for ever and for evermore, 615|And that all ======================================== SAMPLE 13910 ======================================== 1008|The time, it seem'd, that my discourse had been 1008|Uninterrupted; for a blast from the north 1008|Wafted me on my way, and, by the aid 1008|Of veils half-drawn, I with the wind was chang'd. 1008|And, as the wind, rising now against the north, 1008|Now against the south, with rivalry straining, 1008|Washes the matting, or, as others use, 1008|A galled fabric, so with the stormy blast, 1008|The dungeon-grave was wall'd; and, as a roof, 1008|Was tumble'd off the castles which were on it. 1008|Huge crag, and high mountain, rock, and shoal, 1008|Particle mutual in their nature, mass 1008|Or substance, clay or gold, together form'd, 1008|At bottom, cragg'd and combine to form that ruin. 1008|With such a mass and compound, this ruin came, 1008|That, if the process longer were not added, 1008|Such part of nature might be wreck'd and still: 1008|And deep wounds and havoc, such as oft befal, 1008|If this part water and that part fire conspire, 1008|The air, the earth, and the possible space 1008|Conspire to rend; how water, and earth, and air 1008|In such a ruin'd landscape would be hurl'd! 1008|How energy and privity in one cause 1008|Mingle! nature with her enemy, state! 1008|The angels with their bannerure and cry, 1008|Dash'd with a whirlwind, sunk so low that shore, 1008|Beneath whose height, for greater perils, more woe, 1008|All skiey flight is skipp'd; and to the stars, 1008|That to our mortal eye appear so bright, 1008|Pursuing still, we now approach our sky. 1008|Perchance as back the falcon pawing looks, 1008|To passe or peep, when he is busy; 1008|Methought that I was prowling downe along 1008|With what at first was twilight still continuing; 1008|And a sweet plaintive it seemed, wherewith I 1008|Encras'd me, even to the shadowes, 1008|That round about me made a crown of bright 1008|And scenelesse pearl, fit for a Madonna 1008|Or for one which in music most excelle. 1008|While I was meditating thus entranced, 1008|And entering into a spacious mound 1008|Of shadow, broke from that old entente 1008|Intent, and thus the other spoken to. 1008|Say, my good List, what poets are those 1008|Thou lov'st of whom thou so much peruse. I 1008|Believe they have attained that blessed state, 1008|Which is to know their inward parts by sight, 1008|The mind from which they have received their art, 1008|Ethereal Sampo never knew. Thee, son! 1008|Also I venerate, as one who slew 1008|A giant in thine own family; not that 1008|Thy lyric verse should with the truth thus venture; 1008|But that thy voice, issuing from so sweet a heart, 1008|It self discover, and the 'habitant 1008|Of that sweet song', which, as it were, 'toteth spirits', 1008|Might excite from within some little thought 1008|Of virtue, which toward you, readjust its law, 1008|With such compassion a soul tends to move. 1008|Such favor, Son! I fain would raise for thee, 1008|As in some loftier place by thee was thine. 1008|When thy good mother shall be constant 1008|In encounters good, and temperate 1008|Her zephyr with the heat of love and fire, 1008|Then will I turn to thee, with an eye 1008|Obscure, obscure, and full of pining sadness, 1008|To hear what strains of melancholy air 1008|Thy soul hath sent me, when it sought on thee 1008|Help and solace late, and gnawing want of ease, 1008 ======================================== SAMPLE 13920 ======================================== 1181|The old man, with a voice of sadness, said, 1181|That man who sits on his chair, 1181|And dreams of a night, a night more sweet than his. 1181|He stood in the door, with the sun behind him, 1181|Pale and pale, in the door he had put on; 1181|The wind had blown chill and the frost was on him, 1181|He scarce had the strength to lean and watch it. 1181|And he was aware of a glow round his head, 1181|He felt so warm, so near, so warm at first; 1181|He watched the gleam of a glint of black hair, 1181|When, all at once, the air was in his ears, 1181|And a chill of the frost was in his feet, 1181|And his hand shook; he could feel now the life 1181|Of a spirit whose task was to wait there. 1181|When he rose, and shook off his fright, 1181|There were memories in his head and heart, 1181|And he could look on a face, like a face 1181|He never more would see, that had been then. 1181|And he looked on the room, with its light on flowers, 1181|When the spring-like heat of that very room 1181|Fell on his heart, and his flesh, and his blood. 1181|There were two eyes, where three pure hearts had been, 1181|And his very heart burst out in a cry; 1181|And the cold things come back with a terrible force, 1181|When a soul looks into a mirror, you know. 1181|And he stood in the hall, when the door was open, 1181|And he heard strange voices that were soft and low: 1181|But, through the window, he saw the same white 1181|Sun shone on a face that had long been dead. 1181|He raised his lids, and he looked into the light, 1181|Then in the moon, and the sun, the same white face; 1181|And the heart was still, where the heart had been, 1181|That beat between the white dead face and him. 1181|This was a heart, he knew; he knew a heart, 1181|As warm, and kind, and as strong as the best, 1181|Yet it was torn, and a gash had been cut 1181|In its heart, and the pulse ceased to be swift 1181|When he looked once more upon it full-bloomed, 1181|And the white hands shook in the moonlight fair. 1181|Then another face came back to his sight, 1181|And a voice to a voice; and the heart, too, shook, 1181|And blood ran in his veins; the blood ran fast, 1181|'Tis the kindest sign that a master is dead. 1181|A voice said, "Look, sir, 'tis the old-time face, 1181|That you remember so well in your sleep, 1181|While I, in the darkness, was waiting here, 1181|With the broken heart that I should be beat 1181|When you came back and told me you had been wrong." 1181|And the cold things grow warm, and the white things are still, 1181|It was only a reflection. It passed by. 1181|The wind blew, and the water in the river 1181|Came down, and grew to hair-breadths white again. 1181|Oh, there was one poor houseless maiden, 1181|Who thought of the morning and the sun, 1181|And she walked straight to where the river ran, 1181|And then went back to it, she and all. 1181|She saw the sun and the stars through the trees, 1181|And the light in her eyes; but her heart 1181|Came back no more to the morning and the stars. 1181|The houseless maiden saw no more of the light, 1181|But she lived on; and a ghost, the ghost of a woman is she; 1181|And the ghost of a woman, without sun or moon, 1181|And a ghost of a ghost, they walked out together. 1181|And he was there, with his heart all sore, 1181|With only a ghost, and his ghost, and his bride, 1181|( ======================================== SAMPLE 13930 ======================================== 2619|I wish I were the sea, 2619|And you would mark with me 2619|How the waves roll on and on, 2619|And the hours in their endless flight! 2619|I wish you were the sun, 2619|And you could charm with me 2619|Into my heart my soul's desire. 2619|I want the moonlight too-- 2619|She is waiting me now, 2619|She is a poor little thing, 2619|But she will shine for me, 2619|And the stars are shining so, 2619|In a little while, 2619|We will wander apart 2619|As a soul that mourns with mine, 2619|And a lifeless thing that loves. 2619|The wind has grown rude and rough, 2619|And sits and whines in the windy door, 2619|And lets the rain beat in his shirt, 2619|And whines about the raining. 2619|I sat one day, and the trees 2619|Made a long line at my door; 2619|I looked out through the rain 2619|And saw that they were still, 2619|My mind went back to a bygone time, 2619|And I looked at the trees. 2619|The pines stood tall and brown, 2619|The poplar stood straight as a plow; 2619|The oak, the ash, the hickory, 2619|The linden, the limbree, the pine. 2619|The hawthorn blew, the hawthorn blew: 2619|I watched the leaves fall down. 2619|For all day long, all day long, 2619|The bluebird whistled in the elm. 2619|All day, all day, and no rest, 2619|Rushed up the sunlit hills: 2619|The dew was wet from the green mountain eaves, 2619|And the rivulet from the hill. 2619|A wind from the north came up; 2619|The pines, as if they were afraid, 2619|Shut their eyes against the blue; 2619|And I, who was always so sleepy, 2619|Cried in my sleep, "Alas! 2619|I will go out and see." 2619|Out on the country pathless, 2619|Out in the country pathless, 2619|Where never a house was made, 2619|But heather and bonny flowers; 2619|Where never a garden lay; 2619|Where never a bud was born 2619|But I must cut a bower, 2619|Lay sleeping all the day;-- 2619|The wind comes up and whines, 2619|Blows the softest shower, 2619|Sweeps all the country through 2619|And tears away my dreams. 2619|I have a garden with a wall of rock, 2619|And a wall of earth, and a wall of trees; 2619|I have a garden with a wall of grass, 2619|And a wall of tender green to make it sweet; 2619|There's a fragrant, hidden valley deep, 2619|And a wall of flowers where waters lie, 2619|And a wall of birds and a green wall above, 2619|A fence of blossoms, and a wall of shade. 2619|My garden has a wall, 2619|With blossoms all a-bloom; 2619|My garden has a fence, 2619|With blooms about the wall. 2619|And flowers on every fence, 2619|And birds on every fence; 2619|And birds on every blossomed wall; 2619|My garden is full of flowers. 2619|My garden has a wall, 2619|Of shaded peaches and figs; 2619|And every fig and peach 2619|Is ripe and lovely there. 2619|My garden has a wall, 2619|As fine as any marble; 2619|And there the violets blow, 2619|And there the bright daisies grow. 2619|My garden has a fence, 2619|Of daffodils and pansies; 2619|And every daffodil 2619|Is a wonderful, rare daffodil. 2619|My garden has a fence, 2619|With shaded roses and lilies ======================================== SAMPLE 13940 ======================================== 1365|So he made this pledge and vow. As soon as dawn 1365|Could light the western skies, he rose to greet 1365|The angel of his destiny, and said: 1365|"Behold, how now I stand, 1365|Amid the shadow of these woods! 1365|All my heart would break to see 1365|Thy shadow passing by. 1365|Go upon thy journey then; 1365|I have thought of thee, and gone astray; 1365|And I cannot tell 1365|Wherefore thy walking thus. 1365|Go, and with me pace yon brook, 1365|And walk all thus alone, 1365|While through sweet morning light, 1365|Thou dost not pause or stay. 1365|I cannot go as if I heard 1365|Thy sweet voice calling; for my thought 1365|Is fixed upon the old cause-quest 1365|And in no other, when we met. 1365|Go thy ways, but slowly, as I ride, 1365|Through the green wood paths, and make 1365|Each old familiar trace 1365|In this fair garden ground 1365|In which I used to pass my days, 1365|And make these hollows plain 1365|Among the blossomed limes, 1365|And follow thine old fashioned way, 1365|These sunny fields, these fountains, and hear 1365|The murmuring of the willow trees, 1365|Thou dost not turn away; 1365|But in thy work, when I am gone, 1365|Dwell with me by my fire; 1365|And when my task is done, 1365|Sit by me by this brookside, 1365|And sing to me thy old ballads, 1365|From thy long days, of good men; 1365|Thus I will walk with thee, 1365|In that far land and lone, 1365|Even though by some dim shape, 1365|I, as in years, should stand between." 1365|So as he bade, the angel went, 1365|Saying, "Abandon all terror, 1365|I must build thee up, 1365|And set up in this world a seat; 1365|Nor this alone; 1365|For thou shouldst be able 1365|To furnish forth the trees 1365|With living lilies, and erect 1365|Thy fountain side 1365|In the eternal blue. 1365|"For I must do this thing or die! 1365|Yea, and live here 1365|While all this weary world is mine 1365|Among its trees, 1365|And I must let thee go 1365|As an idle worker can 1365|When the great sun of Spring is born. 1365|"As the birds sing in the Spring, 1365|When the leaves are green, 1365|Shall I sing to thee; 1365|And thou must listen 1365|When my music wandereth, 1365|So while my thoughts be stirring 1365|I must sing unto thee. 1365|"To the trees shall I bring my lyre, 1365|To the willows my cypress shade: 1365|Then, when I have sung as above, 1365|Shalt thou answer me; 1365|And I from a mountain of fire, 1365|Shalt thou hear me singing. 1365|"What I say above thy humble head, 1365|Thou shalt know below; 1365|But there are no humble heads hereafter; 1365|All who are taken up 1365|Are to God! 1365|"And there are no sheep to be washed with water, 1365|And no shepherd to keep 1365|The sheepfold. But hereafter and hereafter, 1365|If a sad soul, 1365|That has been cast down and fallen asleep, 1365|May rise up and catch him up, 1365|And he shall walk among a thousand fellows, 1365|And not be lost! 1365|"So we will meet again to-morrow, 1365|And to-night shall greet!" 1365|With their long flowing tresses. With their long flowing tresses, 1365|Sometime a young and good man, 1365|And sometimes some old and gray; ======================================== SAMPLE 13950 ======================================== 26199|Where is he, that in so sweet a spot? 26199|What is this woman whom you see? 26199|And, with her, where is he, whose hue 26199|Is so bright? 26199|It is the swan; 26199|Her whiteness, like the rose's tinge, 26199|Her white and deep, the blush of night; 26199|She is the maid, and she is fair: 26199|She goes in and out to meet the crowd, 26199|A fairy swan. 26199|There she goes floating; then comes round 26199|(So may you wish the moon farewell) 26199|Her friend--the dove, 26199|Whose feathers o'er the fowler play. 26199|The crow, the hare--they'll all be there: 26199|The moorcock, too; and, lastly, I 26199|With the gray mouse, who are all my own. 26199|The moon may look into the skies, 26199|And view all heaven and earth; but I 26199|Shall go down to the grave alone. 26199|I know the road; and hence I come no more. 26199|This is the mountain--thou can't climb it; 26199|It is so narrow; and so hard to climb. 26199|But if thou wilt, let us make it right, 26199|For I have a secret that will make it 26199|A right straight road to heaven. 26199|A secret--I've told you--but thou knowest. 26199|I'll tell it thee; not that thou wilt escape, 26199|But that thou mayst learn what others doubt. 26199|I'm sorry thou hast come; for I doubt 26199|If thou could'st never like my song, so soon! 26199|But, if thou wilt, be not as unconfined 26199|As now, dear, for I can make thee fly. 26199|Go down and live with me for ever. 26199|With me in mountain, and a bird to sing, 26199|And birds to sing about the walls,-- 26199|The bird that's like my own--and yet more sweet, 26199|A nest of silver quills for thy bed, 26199|And a black and bluish brood for thee to rear,-- 26199|A garden of golden lilies. 26199|The garden of gold-lilies! oh, but there 26199|Will be the sweetest things that are in it.... 26199|A bird to sing about my window-sill, 26199|A bird to sing me when I lock the door-- 26199|It is enough. A golden bird to look 26199|At from my window when that bird is gone,-- 26199|A bird for all the tears I will not dry. 26199|Ah, well, there!--but why? Why live with me? 26199|Why live a man with woman of thy sex, 26199|And yet not feel that she is what she is, 26199|And why, when she has given up the ghost, 26199|Must I, for all I am, be left behind? 26199|And when we went a-fishing, I remember, 26199|We had on gala-cresses--a queer sort-- 26199|To wrap the occasion--and they were yellow, 26199|And blue, and green.... The way they shine 26199|And how they fade, I'm puzzled, and a fright! 26199|It's like the way a fairy's dress to me: 26199|I never saw a fairy as pretty. 26199|I like the way the fashions hang-- 26199|And why they're hung so modestly. 26199|I've seen a blue-bell in a bower 26199|That rose her sweetly growing, 26199|All dressed to please a flower-chest, 26199|And made to please a maid. 26199|And when she dropped her humble tombstone 26199|I saw that she was blushing. 26199|But did I give the blooms a parting, 26199|And scatter roses greenly? 26199|No, as I passed beside her bower, 26199|The rose I gave had blown. 26199|But I will love her still 26199|Whilst she sleeps, and may not waken. ======================================== SAMPLE 13960 ======================================== 29378|If he goes out by the sea, 29378|If he goes into the forest, 29378|If he comes back on the hill, 29378|If his father can hear him pass, 29378|Is his mother afraid of him? 29378|For she knows no word of playtime, 29378|If he comes home by noon; 29378|Unless his mother comes to play 29378|If his father says he never will, 29378|Then his pretty brown-heart sings 29378|With her lips down yonder, down yonder. 29378|If his sisters comes home with a baby, 29378|But the brothers never can sing at all, 29378|Then the mother is frightened with the baby, 29378|If he says he will dance all night long, 29378|And they cannot dance all night long, 29378|If he goes home by noon. 29378|If his father says, he will soon get him ready, 29378|He is only three months old, so he shall go too, 29378|If he is not as good a boy as father, 29378|Then I'll go to town with mother, 29378|But if he is as good a boy as father, 29378|Then my sisters will sing with a louder tone; 29378|I'll have as much peace and plenty 29378|As the oldest brother can stand, 29378|And as much better food to eat 29378|As the youngest brother can stand. 29378|O, they'll all be better now, 29378|When they all go home at night 29378|To their houses in the town 29378|With their mothers and with their fathers. 29378|It is my solemn solemn vow, 29378|I am content with my lot. 29378|I know all the world is vain, 29378|Yet I know not a blessing from a curse; 29378|My lot is the happiest that e'er was mine, 29378|And I laugh and curse without ceasing all. 29378|It is done. And now, with music blithe, 29378|My heart will sing in joy to the end, 29378|And you shall be merry, though you should be sad, 29378|For the house you have just left is empty too. 29378|I hear the sweet-scented breathings of Spring, 29378|And the blithesome sound of bees swarming round; 29378|I see her orange blossoms drop down 29378|To the dear, green garden of my heart. 29378|And it is sweet to think of the white clouds 29378|Coming in torrents down the summer sky; 29378|Of the little cloudboys sailing to and fro 29378|In the purple haze of the Northern sky. 29378|I see the white clouds gathering all about; 29378|My heart is singing e'er the blooming spring, 29378|When the wind booms in laughter, and the rain falls, 29378|And the butterfly flits on his little pin. 29378|And my thoughts and my words are all of the same-- 29378|Of the dear little breezes blowing by; 29378|Of the sweet flowers on the lawn, and the sweet birds 29378|And the little cloudboys in the sky. 29378|You smile through the rain, my dear, 29378|Though you and I were down below. 29378|Rain is no friend to a man in the dark, 29378|For he must lean out of his roof to catch a shower. 29378|And on sunny days, the wind may blow over us, 29378|But never a glimpse of sunlight will he bring. 29378|But I laugh at all the thunder and lightning, 29378|For you to the corner you are out of sight. 29378|You are welcome, and so is the breeze, my child; 29378|And if you should ever be lonely, come down. 29378|Oh, it is the little bright ones 29378|Who run about in coats 29378|And bravely stand and wait 29378|As bravely in the dark. 29378|They do not say far back to me 29378|How bold they run from danger,-- 29378|But that is why I seek the night 29378|And run before a fright. 29378|For I am the little bright ones 29378|With whom they run in coats. 29378|You and I, dear, ======================================== SAMPLE 13970 ======================================== 4696|And now, when death is not, and life is sweet, 4696|And death is but a fancy of the mind; 4696|When all I had is now a single strife 4696|In which I make one life--the world, I said-- 4696|How shall I lose it, or how dare I change 4696|Its name, lest, if I tell my love to one, 4696|The love still lose what it gains by dying? 4696|How shall I keep what, after life's last round, 4696|I heard a little child at even-tide sing, 4696|And, knowing I have nought yet left to say, 4696|How shall I bring back my lost peace to him, 4696|The child, who knew so little what she knew, 4696|And saw the same as me, the whole night through? 4696|How then should I, with my life's work done, 4696|And the one duty, all, undone, complain 4696|That life's no worse than death--that all things give 4696|One glimpse of Him who made us all? 4696|Yet that same glimpse of Eternity 4696|Which, all things in their own unlike, seemed near 4696|Me when I felt Death stood in the doorway here, 4696|Had not the sweetest picture of a friend, 4696|Or of a foe, whom even through life's storm 4696|I loved, who, in Death's shadow yet, could show 4696|A gentle friend's resemblance, when we met. 4696|The very trees, the very bushes,--how 4696|Called he to me--I had never known; 4696|The very ways, the very air had seemed 4696|Once nearer his warm presence,--and at last 4696|At that which is most near,--his face on me. 4696|He, who but now had raised his long hand out, 4696|Hearing me in it,--humbled and ashamed 4696|Made sign that he feared if he stood still, 4696|And turned himself into a bush, and took 4696|My hand, and drew me to him, and we went 4696|Back to our work and in my arms he laid 4696|And touched me. I, a mother, not a child, 4696|Still held him close to me; yet, having known 4696|And held my boy's face in that sweet one's, 4696|I felt as in a thousand years of doubt 4696|The old familiar doubts which wait, and know 4696|The truth the same as though it were the same, 4696|What though they be a thousand fathom deep 4696|And last a thousand years?--O child! 4696|He, whose new life's days were springing in a bud, 4696|His love's young bloom was not to see, but to see 4696|My boy's face look with a thousand tenderness 4696|On it,--as though in God's own image we had 4696|Been gazing through a thousand veils of snow. 4696|He, whose old memories made one thought out, 4696|To those new thoughts were all my secret thoughts,-- 4696|I, who knew nothing of the old world's way, 4696|And him, a child, so new, would surely seem 4696|A very man, while I, who for awhile 4696|Had been a child, could be a woman quite. 4696|But life hath its disappointments,--be it so,-- 4696|And if--the world is full of its dear women. 4696|I heard, in my own soul, the world's hard sound 4696|Of harsh discontent and angry hate 4696|Beaming from his old world-old self; and he 4696|Heavenly in all the majesty of love, 4696|Sang so, so sorrowful, and seemed to me 4696|So, too, that time--which, from the heart's deep core, 4696|Flashes the soul's pure, pure gold from heaven to the earth, 4696|Even as in God's own world-old dawn,--had been rained 4696|Out of the soul's heart, and made some dark thing 4696|In Heaven, to divide, and so the world still goes on. 4696|And so, all day long, I heard the world's harsh note ======================================== SAMPLE 13980 ======================================== 26199|'Twas just a bird--you know the rest. 26199|Now what would you have me say, 26199|When I am a man? 26199|I'd not alter my purpose; 26199|"Not all is good for nothing." 26199|'Tis my belief, my dear, 26199|As the fairies are all of one, 26199|That the best for nothing 26199|Is for God to make them. 26199|The angels are of one degree. 26199|Some are of two degrees--and some 26199|Are made of three. God never made 26199|"A golden bowl," says Job, "for one," 26199|"But did for two--I tell you this, 26199|And this for three," says Thomas, "for a 26199|Two and a three--I tell you this:-- 26199|But did for five, I think, you bet. 26199|"And this for ten," says Mary, "believe, 26199|I really do--believe: 26199|I think there's something better to 26199|Make sure, no wrong in saying, 26199|As soon as we get under way 26199|The angels are made of heaven." 26199|Now, to be sure that you understand this-- 26199|'Tis all the whole heavens made of stars-- 26199|The angels were made by angels, 26199|And stars by stars: but of angels 26199|There are a thousand thousand kinds; 26199|Of which the first, a fairy, 26199|They are, by right, from heaven--from heaven, 26199|Which they could never get again. 26199|They were made by angels, but they're 26199|Not made by stars of heavenly hues, 26199|Nor yet by any such--though, by Jove, 26199|I'll bet your soul that, to their minds of old-- 26199|And this they must have thought, and they did think so, 26199|And here our minds have proof: stars make 26199|The kind they always had, but the 26199|That we are to-day. You may as well 26199|Say stars are angels who can't be angels: 26199|For, mark--'tis all the stars that we have got, 26199|And no more, that we've got enough-- 26199|Yes, that the angels are not angels, 26199|For, with the angels, so must we, 26199|And if angels come now, they cannot come any more. 26199|The best is yet to come. We are here all for-- 26199|Our souls' sake, oh God, make no one sad! 26199|This, and I say--'Tis something very good-- 26199|All the best comes after many miseries; 26199|And, oh, it's nothing but the dear, old way 26199|Of cheering one who has them all a-done! 26199|So, all is well, but the clouds on the top of things, 26199|Are cloud-denims. 26199|So it's quite. 26199|I hope the dear angelic friends will not mind me, 26199|Nor aught have ever done me ill. 26199|This is the best way! 26199|You'll like it. 26199|Oh, where are the children you left with the man? 26199|Oh, where are the children that you had for mates? 26199|They are all gone. 26199|Oh, where are that dear gentle mouth that did tempt 26199|A thousand fairest ones to play with yours? 26199|Oh, where are the kisses that you gave, as day-light stole, 26199|Around that fair, tender neck--the one you loved? 26199|They are all come. 26199|Oh, where's that innocent brow with its gentle plait, 26199|That held in love's arms a thousand aeons back? 26199|Oh, where's that dear, dear heart, that did entice 26199|A thousand nymphs round your neck--a thousand nymphs? 26199|Those nymphs--and me, dear love. 26199|Ah no, sweet heart and pure, they all come back. 26199|I loved you, and I love you: you are mine. 26199|My heart for your sake is ======================================== SAMPLE 13990 ======================================== 1365|But I will tell you now the reason why 1365|We found the King so frail and frail and weak. 1365|There is a man in Jerusalem 1365|Who can prophesy aright. That man is Jesus 1365|Who has been crucified. And this man is the King, 1365|Of whom I speak, of whom I speak to you. 1365|THE CHURCH-YARD door swings mysteriously 1365|Behind the narrow porch of the little parochial church; 1365|It stands in the narrow way, where the wind blows back 1365|The snow and sleet on one side only, and the rain 1365|On the other. In its narrow doorway, no more 1365|The long, yellow shadow of the frosty palms, 1365|But the long, yellow of the wind-flowers in the window, 1365|And the long yellow of the leaves, are seen. 1365|On the door stands the King, who in his golden mist 1365|Touched the white snow on the doors and windows, and bent 1365|His forehead, in that strange, strange power, above 1365|The white and shining snow, to touch the brown 1365|Lintel of the window and the door. 1365|And still to himself he whispers,--"Oh, a Friend, 1365|Who shall stand on the threshold of the world, 1365|And touch the shutters, and open and close 1365|The sagging prison-bars of conscience wide! 1365|For I am the Christ of Elias, who once 1365|Came down to save the soul of him who died, 1365|And I shall reach Him in the great iron gate, 1365|And stand above the dead, and lay upon Him 1365|My great, white hands, and make His hair grow black, 1365|And set about the dead the mighty cross 1365|Upon His head, and make Him wash and go 1365|Down in the prison-densy of death!" 1365|And with the sight of Him, upon the King 1365|Came the strong love of Manfred, and he said,-- 1365|"The King's of Bern, that is all Paul's own, 1365|Who can prophesy, and can see the graves, where 1365|The bones of Elijah lie, in their prison! 1365|But what have we to do with the dead? Who knows 1365|But He may come at last to speak and help the weak?" 1365|Paul answered,--Then I think we both of us, 1365|Both of us, in our sad trembling, bowed, 1365|And we were touched, and softened, and moved, and moved 1365|To speech that other men may understand! 1365|When in the morning in the prison yard 1365|They set us down to sleep, the first rays of sun 1365|Upon the wan, gray forehead of the day 1365|Like tender rain may yet be falling there, 1365|And let the long, brown shadows of the night 1365|Fall softly, lightly against the light, 1365|So, in the silence, with an old and slow breath 1365|We lay us down again, at last, to rest. 1365|But now, when we are sleeping, let us see 1365|If God be near us when we die! Let us see 1365|If we shall look to Him with tender love, 1365|And still be known by a few gray ashes here, 1365|To live in the great world, where through dark and bright 1365|The bright and dark may meet, where He may go 1365|And we be still of mind, and the bright world know 1365|How long, how long men seek Him, who is born! 1365|What would you hear of that man, 1365|The son of Charles the Four-inch Sword, 1365|Who had a heart of brass? 1365|He had a soul too firm 1365|To be betrayed by a thief, 1365|And brave as he was strong; 1365|But he has fallen, and we must bear 1365|His fall with heart and hand. 1365|That knight is in the hall, 1365|Lifting high his hand to strike, 1365|And we can hardly understand 1365|The words that thunder through. 1365|"Lord, strike me down ======================================== SAMPLE 14000 ======================================== 18396|To be a king on the throne of the land. 18396|"Oh! then, dear Julia, do not be shy, 18396|Nor fear to sing--but sing now for love of me 18396|To whom all the melodies of heaven fail. 18396|"For it is so rare, in these dreary days, 18396|I would that I had never been a bride; 18396|I would that I had never been a bride, 18396|But then my dear lord was so fair and brave; 18396|I would that I had never been a bride, 18396|But then he was so kind and so wise." 18396|The bells, the bells of St. Helen's church, 18396|A song for thee! 18396|Thy feast is o'er, 18396|And the carles o'er 18396|Their corn and wine,-- 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|On the borders of the brine. 18396|They turn their eyes, 18396|But 'tis nought 18396|To hear what the carles say, 18396|Nor yet what the people say, 18396|Or what the words of prophecy are, 18396|Or what the eyes of men say. 18396|But if thou wilt sing, 18396|'Tis fit that thou shouldst not refuse, 18396|Nor turn the head, 18396|'Tis not to the state, 18396|And the heart's, 18396|But to the ear of all the carles, 18396|And the carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|The carles o'er, 18396|There is food therein for all. 18396|But, dearest Julia, thou wilt not turn 18396|Thy head unto the brink of this tide 18396|Or take a taste of the sweetest wave, 18396|But the carries that came, 18396|Come thither and follow us, 18396|To the feast that is on the Border coast; 18396|And though thou wert a bride, 18396|On this earth we would never find thee, 18396|And yet thou shouldst love us, 18396|And for every love 18396|Would fill the world with bliss. 18396|But, Julia, in the midst of thy joy, 18396|And ere the carles hear 18396|Thy sweet song cease, 18396|Wilt thou weep for their woe, 18396|And let fall thy tear, O sweet lady, for me, 18396|That I lay here desolate, and for all 18396|That sorrow has brought upon my soul? 18396|Wilt thou weep for the heart's pain, 18396|And the wrong of an hour, 18396|That has been renewed 18396|Before thy face? 18396|And wilt thou mourn in an hour, 18396|That in life has been, 18396|That shall cease when the bard is dead,-- 18396|If life can be thought a jest? 18396|For the eyes of the poet, 18396|Their glance hath charm'd, 18396|And the heart's was true 18396|When the bard was young. 18396|But the light of a world is spread over us here, 18396|And time may obliterate our fame; 18396|While the poet still dwells as one of the best, 18396|And the sages are lost to the clay. 18396|And though we have been of the greatest, 18396|It is said--_their_ world ended. 18396|But who shall lament the song 18396|That was sung here by the knight 18396|When he sang him to glory and honour? 18396|But all men should sing of the singer, 18396|'Twere the wisest of them all. 18396|While the singer's name is so famous, 18396|Whose fame is so great, 18396|We would rather ======================================== SAMPLE 14010 ======================================== 2487|And I can't stay away from the game of life 2487|Till my soul has been caught in a woman's kiss,-- 2487|A little woman's kiss that's too sweet for fear, 2487|A little sweet kiss that is only to taste. 2487|I've a love for sweet and tender, soft and frail, 2487|A lust for a woman's perfect, round, white waist: 2487|If she's a good girl, believe, she'll take me,-- 2487|There's nothing against her but something must be right! 2487|But I'm too good for women's good-night that's so sweet, 2487|I've a love for my woman's tender that's more real,-- 2487|It's a thing that she takes with an eager face, 2487|And it's something she holds in her heart till--far away! 2487|If some day I should come to know that sweet face,-- 2487|Some day, when the time for parting is come,-- 2487|If I should learn that you have loved me enough, 2487|That all the other women are dear to you, 2487|You would say, "My Sweet, let's go out to the dance, 2487|We'll go where the girls will kiss us and call us; 2487|We'll go where the girls will laugh with us, when 2487|We're happy, and I shall be happy with you!" 2487|O girl you're good to me,--I could give a lie,-- 2487|O girl I know, and I love you well: 2487|O girl you're good to me, and you know it, too,-- 2487|O girl I love you well! 2487|Your body's as smooth as a silk petal of May, 2487|Your body warm as a maiden's white soul burns; 2487|It's the world's eyes, and not my eyes, that I love, 2487|But you are sweet as a songbird's soul under moonlight, 2487|To me, your body's as lily of the morning 2487|That blossoms to the light beneath the dew. 2487|It's a song for my love, and a song for the night,-- 2487|O song for my love! 2487|The star and the moon are both bright in my eyes, 2487|And stars have their love for all that see them; 2487|And stars have their love for all that sleep in them,-- 2487|But the star my love for is the one that makes me glad, 2487|Who shines as bright 'neath the blue nights to-night. 2487|Her lips were roses, and a lily of June, 2487|And her mouth was a rose, but she left 2487|The hair behind, and the eyes of a rose, 2487|And the lily and hair she was born with. 2487|The song that he sung that day was as sweet as a tear, 2487|And all night long long he sang it, and he sang it; 2487|While the sun on the sky in the West-over glittered, 2487|And the wind in the tree-tops sang. 2487|The singer had wings all raw with the beauty 2487|Of an April rain-flood in a song, 2487|And his soul to a song was a bird's that sings: 2487|"O song for my love that goes out into the west-over" 2487|And the song of the wind in the tree-tops sung. 2487|The song that he sang that day he had no words for, 2487|And his soul had no voice for song, he sang it; 2487|But his heart was a heart that sings in a dream, 2487|And the song he was singing was love's so loud, 2487|And the wind in the tree-tops sang. 2487|The singer was young, and her eyes were dim, 2487|And his song had a heart for a girl that's weak; 2487|And love is a strong thing, but it is weak 2487|When love has no song. 2487|She was fair in a hundred shapes and hues, 2487|In a single color of her hair, 2487|But her soul was like the perfume that falls 2487|In a rose-bud rain-poured on a roof, 2487|By a ======================================== SAMPLE 14020 ======================================== 17393|There's something all-fraught, 17393|A sort that's nigh a match 17393|For your most learned wit-- 17393|That, if you will, you can, 17393|For I have a mind to see 17393|If it's just a taste 17393|Of the new life you're starting 17393|From a school-boy's ideas: 17393|I'll make you some advice: 17393|Go, learn to live, I plea, 17393|And learn to learn, and know 17393|By trial as you go, 17393|But, in time, your learning end 17393|To a certain point-- 17393|Then what's the use of having 17393|A sense of learning?-- 17393|You might keep learning otherwise 17393|Till you'd twenty times 17393|To that point your learning fail-- 17393|But still the mastery 17393|Is yours--and yours always. 17393|Go, and then learn to live; 17393|Go, but once and then 17393|Be of your heart resigned-- 17393|But what's that? you won't. 17393|And I am told you can 17393|Make this life a hellish hell 17393|Where you go wandering, 17393|A spirit-stalker, 17393|While all the time you learn 17393|I say, and I say, 17393|'What do you all suppose 17393|Will happen to you?-- 17393|Shall you, with all your might, 17393|The earth entangle!' 17393|Ah, that goes to show-- 17393|That's the point--that's the point!-- 17393|The only point is this-- 17393|When there's a chance for you 17393|You'll still come back. 17393|I'm going back to where I came from, you see, 17393|And if I happen to die and nobody knows, 17393|That's no reason for you, dear, for you, dear, 17393|To be sad for me, dear, on the throne, 17393|For you will not think the smallest of it, 17393|As I, dear, do not know what's a good phrase, 17393|But I'll be at rest the better of you know, 17393|With you--and on this green, dear, here 17393|Of this long, green plain, the land you chose 17393|To plant your throne, to plant it true 17393|In the forest hollows--with itself, 17393|The land--the forest, not the forest, 17393|The land, the forest, not the land-- 17393|Now I, with these tears in my heart for you, 17393|Will lie and sleep for ever, dear, and lie if you choose, 17393|And sleep and dream to-night of the forest, and its dead grass, 17393|And the great green mountains by the sea, 17393|And trees whereon you'd lean, dear, as you leaned last 17393|Upon its trunk. 17393|Dear heart, you'll feel a sudden hope take hold-- 17393|I knew not it could come so soon, so soon-- 17393|That you should be so near--so you so near to know 17393|I shall lie on this grass bed here to-night, 17393|And lie and dream of the forest, and its dead grass, 17393|And shall not know it as of yore 17393|As I lay last 17393|And lean, with my last breath here, and lean with it, 17393|As I lean on the tree 17393|Where the last leaf is--last, dear, last, heart, heart, 17393|Here on the dead grass! 17393|I shall lie and slumber for ever, 17393|Though it's only now 17393|I know why I shall slumber; 17393|For there's a hope for me here, 17393|And a hope, O sister mine, 17393|That is always with me, wherever I go, 17393|And will light the way, O heart: 17393|For I'll not seek to win for you 17393|The joy of the forest, 17393|But lay my hand on the grass to-night, 17393|And lay my hand on my heart and sleep, 17393| ======================================== SAMPLE 14030 ======================================== 19226|And now I am to lie there, and not a feather 19226|Will die to bid good-night. 19226|The moon has left the skies 19226|For a season of calm, 19226|An impassive moon, as yet unseen of her fellows 19226|In the quiet night. 19226|I am aware, O Moon, you are passing me to-night, 19226|But silent are your beams at this midnight hour. 19226|The night is still, the stars are hidden by the clouds, 19226|I hear not at this hour, nor shall the stars answer me, 19226|O silent Moon! 19226|I am so weary, the night has passed, 19226|The flowers that kissed my face to-day. 19226|They bowed their heads, they kissed their dimpled and wan 19226|And sleepy lips, to tell me, but they sleep, and wake. 19226|They whisper in my ear 19226|Their perfume, their dream, their sweet lips whisper to me 19226|Beneath these hands they lie and never feel my kiss. 19226|My spirit would not go! 19226|O! let me never see again 19226|Those eyes, those lips so glad, 19226|Those trembling hands, my trembling hands, 19226|The eyes we used to know. 19226|For I have given them up from me, 19226|For I have left them alone, 19226|So that they never more be mine, 19226|To haunt my dreams or thee. 19226|The sweetest name, the last name, 19226|The least favourite, 19226|All, are names I've given to you. 19226|My names are all of other years, 19226|No more to be desired. 19226|And yours, for all your faults, 19226|I have not loved you. I must say 19226|That you are failing. 19226|There was a time when I used to love my boyhood's sweet, 19226|And then to-day I hardly ever do. 19226|The day that is yesterday is not before my mind, 19226|And yesterday I never may forget. 19226|I feel myself at rest in my own childish ways, 19226|And all is all that it is wont to be. 19286|©1982, Jane Seymour"_ 19286|For the sake of those that are coming to me 19286|For the sake of those that are coming to me 19286|They shall be my guides, 19286|They shall be my guides. 19286|If I may trust them to do me the thing I would, 19286|They shall perform it. 19286|When they are all a-coming 19286|I shall never despair. 19286|There is nothing a-coming 19286|Shall dim the glory of the morning sky, 19286|Nor a new sorrow, 19286|The sorrows of yesterday. 19286|And a grace shall take me 19286|When I look up upon the bright morning skies, 19286|To think I am now among all the world, 19286|With you as my friends, and you as mine own, 19286|Unchanged and without change 19286|And uncorrupted ever. 19286|Let us look now from the shore. 19286|This is the land of the young and the fair, 19286|The land of the sea-tosses and of the sun, 19286|While here, this is the land of the sea, 19286|And afar and the land of the blue, 19286|The land of the far-away. 19286|There is no ship but a friend of mine, 19286|And there is no maiden but a friend of mine, 19286|And there is no life but a friend of mine, 19286|I will lead the way with gladness 19286|To the land of the far-away. 19286|For the sea is more than a friend of mine, 19286|And the soul of a friend of mine 19286|Is the wind that stirs not only the sea-side, 19286|But the sea, the sea. 19286|The sea is the land of the fair and true, 19286|The sea is the land of the sailor's heart, 19286|The sea is the dear and loved home, 19286|That my mother and my sire 19286 ======================================== SAMPLE 14040 ======================================== 1745|The day begins to droop, the zephyrs do retreat 1745|Forsook his wearyed guard, and from his tent, 1745|To nought but sleep in dust is gone the sound 1745|Of bugle and of iron trumpet. 1745|But see where else the Morn her orient Stone 1745|Up-sloping sits, before her Caldus grace 1745|Refresh'd, and on each hand wastes away the Cross, 1745|The sacred emblem of her bliss. 1745|Lo, the first Hours of Creation all 1745|Now grace the earth; the Sabbat-shower is come, 1745|The pleasant Animunculi of peace sit posted, 1745|The Sipo-fountains quench the fires, the Sirocco wares 1745|Dry, and the second Want shall say what has been done. 1745|Here the Second Adam, who yet but in his sleep 1745|Hath seen the plant transpos'd of Eve, and heard 1745|The Oracles. That, whereof what oft before 1745|I told thee, still in thought subsists with thee, 1745|Although the case not less reliably greets 1745|(Than when I told the Fall of Man) th' intuitive 1745|Eye, and not the inspired orthopaedic organ 1745|(Though now of less account) of thee and th' created 1745|I have a thought concerning. Man may think 1745|What ought but shallowly; the natural heat 1745|At his digesting barrel a plenty sips, 1745|His digestive grin humm'd with ease and pride 1745|Of quick perception, not a jot admir'd 1745|But strives to hold the fort, the tent the peak, 1745|And pitch his lean surcharg'te for thy protection. 1745|He may expect thee to furnish him the food 1745|That serves the body; and the same to say 1745|Is beside the mark: for why? because thy flesh 1745|I cannot digest, nor any purulent spoil 1745|Taste to my tast: but if the Spirit of thee 1745|Have taste, and in thine honour live long-liv'd 1745|With us, there will thy flavour be; for I t' 1745|Think so, be thou so. But that thou mayst not scorn 1745|This metaphor, let me have thee for my theme 1745|Man, and the first causes of all things to be 1745|Created, and lastly this compact arrear 1745|Pleasing to all believing: From whence derive 1745|New joynes, and eternal love: Be it be thy care 1745|Hence to name and shame th' irreverent nations 1745|With whom this arrear divides: All else are nam'd: 1745|Name them, be they record'd, they stand in nimbs 1745|Adverse to me: They cannot be instruct'd, 1745|Or good, or ill, or indifferent, in me 1745|Therefore in sore strait they govern me. Name 1745|th' extremes they cannot endure: But that thou know 1745|athelete, they cannot change their condition 1745|Barr'd in insufficient in me excess, 1745|But must perforce be higher on the scale 1745|Then I in place: For which, as thou from wrong, 1745|Correct me as I can, unpoint my mind, 1745|Point it straight at Truth, and in thy name only 1745|I will exalt it, and resolve, It is she, 1745|The heav'nly dame, whose constant self thou art, 1745|Who point'st at in my stead: For I have known 1745|Her powerfull influence, and her mild aspect, 1745|Besmear'dforeing me with joy: that such a place 1745|Needeth her mild influence to control; 1745|And so expiate stubborn regret, which finds 1745|Expiation in all sinners. O strip off 1745|this tress, which late looked faire 'twixt my heart 1745|And thee; and rectify the error thou hast done. 1745|For this thou hast not eas'd thy face, or made it 1745|Less obdurate in its article, to stay 1745|At thine assignment: but to subdue, take ======================================== SAMPLE 14050 ======================================== 26199|That he was a true-hearted man. 26199|The boy is a gentleman; 26199|His father had long been dead; 26199|Then they were two by his side, 26199|And they are good friends still. 26199|To them the story might be told, 26199|Of the death of the father; 26199|'Twas a most mournful story, 26199|When the father was dead! 26199|But they are friends still, though friends may 26199|To-day, that boy and father-- 26199|Their friendship could not be longer 26199|By the child to sustain. 26199|And when they are dead, his friends 26199|Should not be in a wonder, 26199|Till the boy can find his father, 26199|Or one who can remember 26199|Their life that in the valley-- 26199|On a stone by the fire. 26199|Who were the two children who died? 26199|Papa and little brother Robin. 26199|The old grey man was a soldier, 26199|The grey man left his father's dwelling, 26199|To seek a new romance of life; 26199|But a lady fair and the child he loved 26199|Were both killed by the old soldier. 26199|He laid his bow on the fire, 26199|And there's three that made the town of Troy 26199|A shambles, and so many a grave, 26199|And I can tell you all about it, 26199|From the old grey man of Troy. 26199|My father was the king's son: 26199|But when your mother died, your brother too, 26199|And a boy, that was his brother. 26199|The king was a man of blood to many things: 26199|The boy lived with the king and had his share 26199|(For when the king grew old he shrank from him) 26199|Till when the old man made a vow to be 26199|A chieftain's son, but he did not dare 26199|To go to council, for he feared the king, 26199|And now he's a rebel! 26199|If I were you, father, my sins and woes 26199|I would forgive you, but the one you wrong 26199|Who never Ieded, and never so loved. 26199|He may be bad to-day, may be bad to-morrow, 26199|And worse than all, it is not known how bad. 26199|But I have seen him so in life that I know 26199|His faults are all in him and never in you. 26199|We've seen the grey old man of Troy: 26199|We never thought of Troy before. 26199|What could we do with a man, a wise man old? 26199|And so we did. 26199|We had good wine, and many a merry story-- 26199|Men of one tongue and no crime to be committed-- 26199|And so we did. 26199|Yet, when our old grey man, as his day is fading, 26199|Died, then, father, you might have known it all: 26199|Your son was not the next in life and fame, 26199|He died to-day! 26199|All day we talked of good times passed by, 26199|When all the town was young and good, 26199|And the grey old man of Troy. 26199|I had a friend who often was a boy, 26199|One of my younger and lovelier friends: 26199|He was a singer, he sang all the day, 26199|But if the night came he sang no more. 26199|So he died that day, and when his spirit came 26199|He'd have been cheerful in his resting place. 26199|But I have lived beyond his being, 26199|I had a friend who made many a play. 26199|But I will not say a fair word more, 26199|To tell how much you love one good man. 26199|They came from the forest--some were bold, 26199|The rest were afraid-- 26199|As the forest bears, they rushed to the spot, 26199|To hide in the tree. 26199|They sought to flee, to fly from their fate; 26199|But one, with the old world's heart, ======================================== SAMPLE 14060 ======================================== 1365|The air is filled with murmurs of the crowd. 1365|It is dark! 1365|MISS PAYSLEY, from the shore. 1365|I am here! 1365|Why does the light of your eyes shine so brightly? 1365|It is only the evening, and the twilight 1365|Goes softly up, and brings no sound of song! 1365|For the night! 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|Let us leave this spot! The darkness is too sweet 1365|To be from this silent shore. 1365|'T is only the evening, 1365|And the sunset is not near. 1365|Ah, me! 1365|The day is at hand. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|The moon is hid. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|Sister Paysley, look! 1365|The dark is over! 1365|I leave the place, 1365|And I leave the light. 1365|Oh, why is the sky so cold and still? 1365|That is the mystery! 1365|You know that sea that, under the stars, 1365|Breathes up its little melancholy, 1365|Through the silent waters of the quiet of night, 1365|In the distance deep and dark? 1365|And the water leaps in the air, and the stars 1365|And the darkness in their depths stand firm, 1365|And tremble and are steady. 1365|And the little waves, like a silver music, 1365|Shout and dance in the deep! 1365|MISS PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|Ah, my! but it is strange and beautiful 1365|That the light that you see in the eyes of the night, 1365|Is so strange and beautiful. 1365|It is so strange and beautiful, and a blessing 1365|To you. 1365|SISTER PAYSLEY (sings). 1365|But the day is at hand. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY, from the shore. 1365|It is only the evening, and the twilight 1365|Goes slowly up, 1365|And I am happy and love. 1365|I leave all the ways of the world that I know, 1365|For the calm waters of rest. 1365|MISS PAYSLEY, from the shore. 1365|The day is at hand! 1365|The dawn has come out, and in the land at large, 1365|And in the river and river-bed 1365|Is a still light of white; 1365|And under the morning star, beyond the clouds, 1365|As the white moon falls on the waters to-night, 1365|I see two ships that come; 1365|And a ship of red, with all the war's and waste 1365|Ranged in battle-order, stands by me; 1365|And in a white canoe with oarsmen few 1365|Is a boatman; and on the oars is the child 1365|Of a woman with the dainty cheek and lips, 1365|All love-filled and tender, and in her arms 1365|Littered with stars the little sandaled foot, 1365|The little sandaled hand, that stirs and trembles 1365|With a thousand tender things, 1365|And the sailor in the crew-box, white as snow, 1365|Rings with me o'er and o'er again the name 1365|Of the ship that comes here, the ship of my dreams, 1365|And I think I hear a thing that seemeth to hear, 1365|And longs unto her, and I am wrapped in a dream. 1365|O golden moon that, like an angel, 1365|Sipping divinely in that draught of my soul, 1365|Hath held all the golden days, the joyous days 1365|When the young suns rose, and the birds sang merrily. 1365|There as I gazed up into the dream-din of stars, 1365|A glimmer of light pierced the gloom of the sea, 1365|Hid from the sight of man, but not from sight of land, 1365|The wonder of sea-things and the wonder of shore; 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 14070 ======================================== 941|The whole world looks off 941|And hears the music 941|Of the crowd of people 941|That thronging crowd to hear it 941|Strolls in music 941|Towards the sound 941|Of the wonderful instrument: 941|While there's a little song 941|At the end that is not music, 941|There's a great song 941|With a little little tune 941|In it of the grandest sound: 941|There's a little song 941|All the day long 941|And a great song 941|That is not only a song, 941|But a very holy thing 941|Who ever a big song was he 941|As he was the King of Kings, 941|Or ever the King of Kings, 941|And now and then a thundering sound, 941|Now and then a roar 941|Till our eyes are dazzed, 941|Or an eye that's caught the glory, 941|Or a face that's lost 941|Its sight, and is not ever to be found 941|And a big song he made to suit us 941|A little song that was a joy, 941|For it made us think of his love 941|And the joy of his life, 941|And the beauty of his crown; 941|A song that told what he sought 941|And the joy and power of his kingdom 941|And his joying was his glory, 941|His joy that it was his power 941|That made a world: 941|And he brought a mighty throng 941|Of loyal troops and loyal kings 941|He loved them as himself, 941|And a great throng of loyal friends 941|Who followed his call. 941|And he brought them all to a great feast, 941|And they talked together for hours 941|And for hours, 941|And for hours 941|The music of his songs was drowned 941|In a mighty roar 941|Of water rippling high and low 941|That rolled by in waves that were deep, 941|As loud as the roar 941|Of billows that were born in the night, 941|And that are all night. 941|And they heard the music of the banquet, 941|And they heard the music of his song 941|A-ringing sweet 941|A-ringing sweet 941|To every listener in the room. 941|And a great song he brought out of it, 941|And a great song they heard 941|From the room above, 941|And a great song of joy and wonder, 941|And a great song of peace, 941|But the music of the banquet fell 941|And they saw him smile 941|As he came into the darkness 941|And left the hall, 941|To go down to the hall of service 941|For the love of God, 941|Who was now a great king of the throng 941|And the music of its laughter and song 941|Was a deep, deep song, 941|A wonderful, wonderful song. 941|The songs were drowned in the joy of it, 941|And the music was a sound that could not reach, 941|To the living in the deep, 941|But the music of the banquet faded 941|And was gone. 941|All night long in the hall of service 941|The music was so great and the rapture so great 941|That they dreamed that the great King of kings, 941|And the music of the feast, 941|Were one and the same, 941|With the music of the great banquet done; 941|And they sat them down at the end of a service, 941|And they made a great feast, 941|And they ate in one, 941|And I sat alone 941|At the end of a great, great, great feast. 941|It seemed to me a great joy I had 941|When I heard the sound of a far-off bell 941|And the sound of a voice I had loved before, 941|And to-day, and to-morrow, and yesterday, 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 14080 ======================================== 615|"For in thine arms thou hold'st him fast, and say: 615|'What wouldst thou more? for that I never wer 615|For the best word in his hand, by me denied. 615|This is enough, I swear by what I owe, 615|If he forget not yet his will on me. 615|"Here is a thousand gilding, that I claim, 615|Nor of those thousand can I make a score; 615|Or even a single coin that I should gain 615|From him -- I swore as solemn to him lie -- 615|Should he forget not on my head maintain 615|His own will that he forget the rest, 615|Then he should show the heart in his that burns, 615|That he the life in him has not forgot. 615|"But I will still the other fact deny; 615|And, if I wrong the fair and good young Moor, 615|That he forgives, I will forgive him all; 615|And in the future shall he prove more true." 615|Orlando, he that by the Moor was slain, 615|Was with Orlando on that darkening hill, 615|And, after he the knight of gold had smote, 615|Made him his prisoner, and with him deprived; 615|And had the Moorish maid to France conveyed, 615|By whatsoe'er should be the martial maids done. 615|(The damsel, though well-pleased at so sweet a fate, 615|Was of one small degree her fellow pleased.) 615|For she has with the bold Roland found the will 615|And faith, of him to free her, to fulfil. 615|I know not how the damsel knew the knight, 615|But she, with more than one grateful memory, 615|Hath much with him and his, yet still was mute, 615|While now Orlando's wrath he could appease. 615|For him the maid, who would such thing deny, 615|Would in such manner prove a noble wife. 615|And, in that hour, when he the maiden sued, 615|And what should he in other case require, 615|If the fair damsel should refuse to do 615|This bidding without more cause than she? (said) 615|He of her favour would have vainly pressed, 615|And would have been content to die in scorn. 615|"You may be certain (he replied) I crave, 615|That you nor will I give, nor one or two, 615|To that fair maid who this fair day has spurned, 615|Until I give to her my promise true; 615|When she and you shall wed to make her heir. 615|"I will not make one offer, though I sue, 615|My promise shall be duly kept and kept." 615|He is resolved to take her by the hand, 615|I know not if the damsel in delay, 615|Though well resolved he is to take the spurn; 615|Nor she her heart well pleased, as soon shall be, 615|If to depart she go not from the pair. 615|A thousand pangs and thousands and the more -- 615|Harmless the maid and her fierce lover pain. 615|For she was born to be a cavalier, 615|No fairer face on earth, no heavenward sprite. 615|She had to work the labour of a slave; 615|And would have died upon that cruel ground. 615|The damsel, who had not in that place, to free 615|So vile a work, a fitting penance had, 615|Took courage in that pledge; and, for some time, 615|With Roland with no guard was guarding both. 615|At last, and after no one of the pair 615|Appeared to open sight, they thence retired, 615|By their own hands, the town, to be ravished 615|By their true lovers; nor, in time, did die 615|The lovers, whom they had in hell condemned. 615|Then came the valiant Roland on the bank 615|Of the fair river, when the Moorish band 615|At his approach, the dame who with them stood, 615|To make a bridge across the river, came, 615|And with that damsel made a bridge of stone, 615|Which at the river's mouth they laid and laid. 615|In her the damsel thought to try her art, 615|And make her husband more appear in view; 615|And on ======================================== SAMPLE 14090 ======================================== A little more: 1166|And there on the deck my soul was like a cloud 1166|That rolls away when the breeze takes the wave. 1166|We were flying away fast when our crew turned sea. 1166|And now the moon is in the sky and the breeze, 1166|A little low, a little high, 1166|Touched by the silken white waves of the dark night 1166|Comes and smiles on our faces. 1166|Then, too, the dark, slim moon came, 1166|Slow as a ghost, and as still as a stone, 1166|Solemn as the mountains, and lovely as a song -- 1166|She came with the wind, the ships, the sun -- 1166|Over the ship, and I with the sea. 1166|We were flying away fast when her shroud swept out, 1166|And she stood alone, a lady, with her veil between her arms. 1166|We had to stop flying for the stars were white on the wave. 1166|So now there is only the white for the deck, only the white for the side. 1166|There were nine oars in the raft; the topsail bars and the shroud, 1166|Then the swell died a little and it was white as a sheet -- 1166|All white as a sheet! 1166|There are only nine oars in the raft, and the topsail bars and the 1166|Then I turned to my men, "There are four oars on the bows, and we 1166|But the starlight was white like snow on a river deep and bright. 1166|"Light the sails," said he; "one, two, the bows are full, and we're 1166|All the world is as one dark billow -- 1166|The world is as one dark billow. 1166|We have come back from the Downs and from the sea 1166|And from the men who were brave and true, 1166|To the dull grey dark that holds them in the dark, 1166|Where they wait for a sign of a light. 1166|Oh, the grey dark with its sleepless waves 1166|Lying like a tomb for the brave! 1166|The grey sea, with its sleepless tomb, 1166|That never shall open to cheer them! 1166|But for us there are dreams of a day 1166|When the world grows one with the sea. 1166|And for us there are dreams of a day 1166|When the world grows one with the sea. 1166|We sail back with the fleet of a lifetime 1166|O'er the stars that are blue above; 1166|We are the sailors of the future, 1166|And we know the dreams of youth. 1166|We sail back again in the hope of the treasure, 1166|The treasure that was promised to us, 1166|The treasure by nations won and by men 1166|Whose deeds for the shining shall be set. 1166|Oh, the shining of dreams over seas 1166|In the hope of a shining day. 1166|Oh, the shining with dreams over seas 1166|In the hope of a shining day! 1166|Then they sailed into the darkness as a troop from a fortress, 1166|Across the darkness and up the wind; 1166|And a man prayed to the God in his soul that he were where they 1166|should fare over the sea. 1166|And a man sat on a rocking-chair in a narrow room. The 1166|cold blue skies were close against his hair: 1166|The clouds lay out of his sight in the distant sky. 1166|He was a man with a purpose deep as the night. 1166|Then he heard a woman's step on the floor: 1166|He was troubled and troubled and troubled again. 1166|And she drew him to her and said, "It is the King: 1166|The King of the day, King Luth: He calls in the East." 1166|He was troubled and troubled and troubled again. 1166|Then the shadow of the King grew across his body, 1166|And a trembling and trembling and trembling again. 1166|And she said, "O friend, the King is in the East." 1166|She was weary and weary and troubled again. 1166|And she turned to a window and murmured low, 1166|"For he calls in the ======================================== SAMPLE 14100 ======================================== 1166|A child in beauty. Her hands are thin 1166|As crumpled paper -- her long, white hair 1166|That curls like a topaz in the sun. 1166|The light of beauty hangs in her eyes. 1166|And she turns to the east where the cloud 1166|That wreathes her rose-pale head is curled 1166|About its dead white petals, and shines 1166|Like a lost star in a mist of stars 1166|Over the garden-paths. 1166|At last her parents come into the room. 1166|One, with a mother's gentle voice, 1166|Cries over her, "Here's your house." 1166|And the old couple, with their two sons, look down 1166|Upon the garden with such grave eyes 1166|That you would swear (for you must know they swear 1166|To anything said in this way) 1166|That the children are grown. And while you swear, 1166|You see the child's face and the old woman's. 1166|And yet you do not think the child was ever born 1166|Without her parents' consent. 1166|One holds her by the hand, and one pleads 1166|Oblivion, that he cannot speak. 1166|One tells her stories of forgotten books 1166|And gives her gold for useless gold, 1166|To buy the child things that she cannot have. 1166|One tells her of the lost city and the dead gods, 1166|But one was never born that did not know. 1166|One holds her by the hand and pleads 1166|Oblivion, that he speaks 1166|In the face of the gods, and they will hear him. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One of you speaketh more than all. 1166|Who holds her by the hand and pleads 1166|Oblivion, that he may be heard. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One was never born that never heard. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|But one was born for whom he was waiting, 1166|Born to the woman and the man. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One was old enough to betray. 1166|One pleads with the old couple and is silenced -- 1166|One was old enough to betray. 1166|One pleads with this woman and is silent -- 1166|One was old enough to wait for. 1166|One pleads with this woman and is silent -- 1166|One was old enough to wait. 1166|One stands at the open door, and one is silent, 1166|One is waiting -- one is far. 1166|One pleads with the closed door, and one is silent -- 1166|One is far -- one is waiting. 1166|One waits; -- one is waiting; one is far; 1166|One pleads with the closed door, and one is silent. 1166|One pleads; -- one is longing; one is long. 1166|One stands at the open door, and one is silent, 1166|One is longed for -- one is long. 1166|One says to the woman: "You are silent" that one pleads 1166|For the woman -- pleads with the woman -- pleads. 1166|One pleads with the woman: -- one pleads all the while; 1166|One pleads "For the woman," "For the man," "I love you," 1166|"I love you," -- and one is silent. 1166|One pleads with the woman: "You are silent" that one pleads; 1166|One pleads "For the woman," "For the man," "I love them," 1166|But one is never heard. 1166|One pleads with the woman: "I am silent" -- all is silent; 1166|One pleads with the woman: "I am stilled" "I am waiting," 1166|"I am waiting," -- all the while. 1166|Two women in a room 1166|Settle with their wistful eyes 1166|And know the peace that lies 1166|So far beyond the walls 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 14110 ======================================== 3255|Of the sea and of the sky, and there's no one to say it 3255|Will not last a week. 3255|Whereupon your life is not 3255|Much better off than mine, but you can choose what you've got, 3255|Which will be a better world to lead. But there's no one here 3255|To look at all two days: 3255|It's "Oh, the little boys are gay, 3255|And the little girls are fair, 3255|And the little maids are wise" to you, 3255|And we boys are always gay. 3255|But if I had three years 3255|To live, though I must die", 3255|I'd have the little sisters stand 3255|Around our table, and sing, 3255|And the little girls go by 3255|To say their sweetest things, 3255|With the little boys at their side, 3255|To look at the roses growing 3255|About my grave. 3255|There's no one there now 3255|To say what things are meant; 3255|And no one stands by to say 3255|Why we boys must die. 3255|It's "Oh, the little boys are gay, 3255|And the little maidens wise, 3255|And the little boy who loves 3255|Must love all the boys", 3255|And we boys are always gay. 3255|There were a score of them 3255|When I was a boy, 3255|Then there are nine standing now 3255|(And none of them wise) 3255|And we boys have always been gay. 3255|We'll go home to the little house that we built us that's the place, 3255|We won't have a man to stand guard in it at night; we won't, 3255|But a girl in the house now has eyes, and a man's the door. 3255|And a boy went in when the window was closed a year and a day, 3255|And now we're at the door of the house that went, and we'll be! 3255|And there's a lot to be said for the foolish and foolish is fair, 3255|And we've a lot that we've won for the foolish and foolish aye, 3255|That were worth winning, the foolish and foolish are worth a song! 3255|I was just like the rest - 3255|We started off in a row; 3255|But it's better to be very lucky than be not at all. 3255|No boy could ever think things would end so badly with the same! 3255|In fact, I've got a little opinion of the dear ladies now; 3255|As we went back, one day, to the old homestead, we met a family 3255|Who'd been married off, three years before, by the old homestead plan; 3255|And they talked of the new thing, and they talked of the old, and 3255|I asked them of the old, and they told how the young folks' lives 3255|Were growing by leaps, and they told of what they were to do. 3255|And the young lady with blue eyes, whose eyes were just then in 3255|dilated function, had something to say; 3255|She told how, in the evenings, when she had passed the time away, 3255|By a path in the meadow, she'd seen a little child on her knees, 3255|And how, in the autumn, or Easter holidays, the child had been 3255|The old folks talked in turn, and they showed me a little shop, 3255|Where they sold little things, all owned by the family, and said. 3255|"The children we need are bringing things, of which they've made such 3255|fantastic use," cried the little girl. 3255|"That's where we'd like to take some; how would you like to know?" 3255|"Oh, we've always liked to find out," went on the little mother's 3255|daughter; 3255|"And so will we ever, by and by, when we're home with the children once 3255|But their stories of the children had all passed away. 3255|"The young folks," I said, "were so happy and laughing there!" 3255|"Well," said she faintly, as the father looked at her, 3255| ======================================== SAMPLE 14120 ======================================== 1279|An' a' the rest o't, 1279|To keep it aye at hame, 1279|Sae weel a man as ye, 1279|Ye'll find yon sweet, sweet dame, 1279|Was nae where wi' a' your care, 1279|Was nae time for it; 1279|Ye'll mak' an' lin for me, 1279|O' a' the wrang at your kirn 1279|At your age, 1279|Ye'll mak' an' lin for me, 1279|Then, as time will please, 1279|I'll try anither way; 1279|When death, or life, or air, 1279|Yont for you will gae, 1279|For a' the nicht I canna bide, 1279|I wad a trusty friendie drawle; 1279|Ye may look for a' your ling'ring wich, 1279|It's no the fault o't is I haud my lane; 1279|And, by my faith, I will no be slack, 1279|When Death shall me come down to pay: 1279|Nae mair I will be your doo'r, 1279|Nor any time maun I forget. 1279|The trewest was my nimble e'e, 1279|But soon he'd lost his wits an' fled, 1279|An ye would take his life to gie him ease. 1279|But soon as the bairn was hous'd an' fed, 1279|Like aye some merry fellow nippin' through, 1279|Folks maun take the trewest of all in town, 1279|But I maun hae a tither friend like thee. 1279|The trewest was his e'e, his tail to wind, 1279|And that was a' the wonder and the fau't 1279|Of his mou', an' that was the solee reason 1279|Of his hizzie, an' that was the solee reason 1279|O' his mou', was never mair the skaith 1279|O' t' other laddie, his auld wife's ha't. 1279|Her head was neibor, her liver was lean, 1279|The wee' finger half was through ane e'e, 1279|Her head was neibor, her liver was lean, 1279|The wee' finger through ane e'e: 1279|Yet at the last, whan t' old wife neist a tongue, 1279|Her auld wife came on wi' a suddent beam, 1279|I micht suppose anither twa or three 1279|Had had their e'e for t' a' wi' her to gie. 1279|But now a' is my ail th' brawest in town, 1279|An' the ghaist o' t' town is a' in t' market; 1279|But here's t' shiel's a clo's, 1279|An' in here's t' kirk o' the brawest o' Scotland; 1279|But here's t' shiel's a clo's, 1279|An' in here's t' kirk o' the brawest o' Scotland; 1279|But here's t' shiel's a clo's, 1279|O, here's t' kirk o' the brawest o' Scotland. 1279|He was a muckle wame carle, 1279|And the deuce frae him flow'd; 1279|He brought a' his daddie advantage 1279|Wi' his muckle wame carle, 1279|And what he gaed seen, an' ev'ry thing, 1279|Was gleg as was an auld wife. 1279|O, my bairns, here's to the kebs on the bottom o' your gizz, 1279|And my bairns, here's to the bread an' hocks in your stowp, 1279|And ev'n your ain gentry, they may gie me a gierderin round, 1279|If I should die i' the gloamin'. 1279|Gae way down to the mason, 1279|An' look ======================================== SAMPLE 14130 ======================================== 1211|The goodliest friends and foes have been my friends. 1211|Thus have I lived, so long, and thus my days. 1211|Suffer, therefore, my grief to soothe, 1211|And be, like me, a worthy bride, 1211|The ornament and glory of thy life! 1211|Here my last words were, as the curtain fell, 1211|The last that shall be, as the curtain falls. 1211|The next I shall, on the last that yet may last, 1211|Proclaim me true at my nuptials here. 1211|This is the house; and in it, as in all 1211|Its rooms, an air of quiet comes, and then 1211|A sense of storm-clouds that hangs on the past. 1211|In it (and there's that old house still dank with dew) 1211|Nimbly my hands an hour-glass will determine; 1211|Nibbling and trimming, and never a moment calling:-- 1211|The house is mine, I take it, and shall keep it; 1211|The wind and I are out, and so is the house. 1211|A long, long walk we have had, 1211|And, dame Puss, 'tis well to be old! 1211|No more such carousing 1211|We do at home or anywhere; 1211|And, dame Puss, I would I were a child 1211|As Youth to Puss may seem to be. 1211|When thou hast been a Queen or Dame, 1211|That life of thine thou hast shown 1211|With all the courtesy and pride 1211|Which only comes of Age and Plenty. 1211|The days thou hast been merry at, 1211|When thou didst dance in circles bright; 1211|As once didst thou in thy sweet pride, 1211|When we were children while we had 1211|No time to play, for thou didst dwell 1211|Full ten years in one little space. 1211|But thou hast made a House of Peace 1211|Under the greenwood, for me, 1211|And two children, one of whom is fair, 1211|And one is black, to keep a Sabbath; 1211|And thus thy life is ended, I do fear-- 1211|With all thy merry, joyous things. 1211|Wherefore then from henceforth be wise 1211|That thou mightst ever do all grace; 1211|And do not that thy Grace to hide, 1211|Which is God's due from both of us. 1211|But let thy Body, which is here, 1211|Be seen, and Life still bless the place; 1211|So that the Children there may see 1211|That thy Grace was not hidden there. 1211|All my life's past, though it have been 1211|As short as a pleasant day, 1211|Yet every day hath been to me 1211|Far more sweet than it seem'd. 1211|Yet though each day hath been far more sweet 1211|Than it seem'd, I give thanks; 1211|And to make it seem as sweet again 1211|I will renew it again. 1211|My Love, when thou art gone, and I, 1211|That once had met agen, 1211|With this remembrance of her bewailed 1211|Will strive to be more gentle: 1211|And when thou goest from my mind, 1211|And from my heart this Memory, 1211|I'll turn to it for sympathy, 1211|When thou art gone, and from my mind. 1211|My Memory, and my Love, and mine, 1211|Are all but three faint Years; 1211|Yet that which thou hast taken from me 1211|And left me naked and bare; 1211|Thy absence from me I regard 1211|Without pride, without reserve; 1211|But my sad absence (as I thought, 1211|When thou wast gone) I'll mourn, for that, 1211|I'll mourn the three faint Years I've missed 1211|From Meeting, with my Love, with thee. 1211|My friends have told me I must die, 1211|Though I must sorrow much the less; 1211|But I will live, with them to die, 1211| ======================================== SAMPLE 14140 ======================================== 30659|"The moonlight's falling over the road," 30659|Thus I heard him. "The road's above our heads." 30659|A child should always say what's true 30659|And speak when he is spoken to, 30659|Avoid what may seem strange to others, 30659|Lie if you would be believed by none. 30659|A child should learn what he is told 30659|By a wise man, and by no fool. 30659|A child should say what is plain to him, 30659|Avoid what may seem strange to others, 30659|Never think it a fault if you do not know 30659|What is and what has been to you. 30659|A child should speak what is plain to him, 30659|Avoid what may seem strange to others, 30659|When first you look, do not let fall 30659|The curtain that hides pleasant nonsense. 30659|No child is really mad unless he think, 30659|And almost every day a fairy tale 30659|Comes true, or seems to come true to you. 30659|The shadows in the meadows and the trees 30659|Methought a sound, and each fair form drew near. 30659|A little maiden white with wonder struck 30659|With awe and love from Earth and Heaven drew breath. 30659|And straight the breath arose that stirred her sense 30659|And raised her soul to heights celestial, heard 30659|On earth, the last sad dirge of a great wail. 30659|"Oh, hear me still! and pity me, and spare! 30659|I cannot stay, or all your ways reveal 30659|To mortal eye the joys on high that fall; 30659|Now know I how, because of you, they feel 30659|That there is always one who knows their pain, 30659|And loves them still, tho' all the world may know. 30659|And hear what I would know, and give it all 30659|That I, a little child of fairy-land, 30659|Am bound to love."--"Foolish child, not so," 30659|Cried the angry children, "and the night will break 30659|That bound you to your parents' hearts, yet still 30659|The world will have a fairy for a King." 30659|"It is the will of God," the weeping maid 30659|Answer'd, "and I in God's night abide, 30659|And you, I know not where or what you are, 30659|Am all that is, and you shall be all." 30659|So they that loved their mother, and their feet 30659|Were well content, the evil ways forsook; 30659|So they in evil ways forsook the Lord 30659|And sought new joy by like example done. 30659|A little maiden, pale with love's unrest 30659|And wistful, in a land-locked land asked me 30659|What could befall her, that her yearning eyes 30659|Should yearn with such desire on those far isles 30659|Where summer's suns arise, and hear the sea. 30659|Beneath an orchard's shade I came to her, 30659|But she beside a crystal stream did sing. 30659|To me she said, "The will of God is great, 30659|And when His will our wills is then fulfilled. 30659|"O Lord! I pray thee, make me good to thee, 30659|That here thy love in pity may be shown. 30659|For thou, of all that live, more happy art, 30659|Than all the lives of those who seek our harm." 30659|God heard her prayer, and on an apple-tree 30659|Among the boughs above her sat, unseen, 30659|Her lover, whom, with loving glances meet, 30659|She called "Loving-Name." Her eyes, that sparkled, 30659|And her red lips moved, while from her bosom 30659|Bore full of fire the image of a rose. 30659|"Love, who so loved me, make me good," she said, 30659|And "I did but love because thou couldst not find, 30659|Till thou couldst love, I was for thee all the year; 30659|But now I know too late; I yield to thee. 30659|"If all the flowers ======================================== SAMPLE 14150 ======================================== May your eyes no more see such as I 8187|Upon the plains of Spain beheld, 8187|Such as I saw--nay, 'twas not all fair, 8187|But such as _didn't_ look well to, 8187|(Such as I saw--oh dear, the dear!) 8187|But such as in all beauty shone-- 8187|(The _was_ an awful dream, by Jove), 8187|Such as to me in wakefulness 8187|Those eyes of the sea seemed to scan-- 8187|As one in memory always dreams 8187|Upon a busy street, a sight 8187|Of ladies all, with lips a-twinkle, 8187|And fingers dancing o'er the strings; 8187|A sight, where all, as by some spell, 8187|Were turning eyes of some ill-omened charm, 8187|And eyes that, like the moonlight's beams, 8187|Turned hearts to wither weeds as cold-- 8187|Ay--all, all were fair, but none so fair 8187|As in those eyes--which in their light, 8187|Like some dull cloud, round him came, 8187|And made him see a vision he could ne'er descry. 8187|But, as he looked, and as he dreamed 8187|In those kind eyes, he saw that he too stood 8187|With palms together laid 8187|Upon the ground, as if to say, 8187|"My fickle luck has led me here;"-- 8187|And they are gone--oh! they, alas! are gone-- 8187|Though round them lay their ringlets still-- 8187|And still the ringlets curl and twine, 8187|And look like golden ribbons in the breeze. 8187|Yet still he has those looky eyes, 8187|With their dimple and curve and blush; 8187|And he has heard from them that there'll be soon 8187|A sweet new voice above his harp-- 8187|And oh! he's found on some dainty lace 8187|A knot of pearls which, when removed, 8187|Will bring him back, in those poor ringlets twined. 8187|_Forgotten_,--as if that phrase were not, 8187|Like all--too good for any day; 8187|Where the lost Beauty's no longer seen, 8187|Yet--if ever--it's _not_ forgotten too. 8187|When the _last_ last spark of those eyes 8187|Is lit in the new world of space, 8187|And the last ray of light, ere it run-- 8187|Is the last spark, _there_ left?--then--_not_ for me, miss! 8187|_So, oh, forget, oh, forget,_ 8187|When, at this moment, your eye from afar, 8187|May be stealing thro' the air as you sing, 8187|In that _beautiful_ melody, 8187|The last lost Love of your youth burns near. 8187|That hour, that hour of bliss, 8187|So oft, so oft with me! 8187|When, on the lip, in its first breath divine, 8187|Your voice, 'mid the Seraphim, whispered a prayer 8187|For peace--for a peace which never, never, never, 8187|On any save on the Lord of the world, 8187|Will be broken!--I've stood, while the world sang 8187|Your melodies, a heartless Angel by, 8187|To witness, with such eyes of love, 8187|That never soul of a lover was changed; 8187|While every prayer for a _peace_ was given, 8187|When, thro' the ages, thro' all this world, 8187|The world's true children have been found, 8187|And love, and peace, and the Love of God, 8187|Still plead for _one_ in the Angel's ear. 8187|The last time we met, 8187|The sun was down. 8187|When I looked round the garden, 8187|And on the roof, 8187|The first thing I saw 8187|Was the red, red moon! 8187|With joy and rapture, 8187|It seemed 8187|I was at home again. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 14160 ======================================== 2732|But then, of course, I'd have to say good night, 2732|And I wouldn't have you keep me waiting here." 2732|Now it is three o'clock; the night-wind blows 2732|From the west, 2732|And slowly creeps 2732|Through the dim, 2732|Brown twilight, 2732|Of the West when I was born. 2732|All night long 2732|I've seen those golden hours of my youth, 2732|And listened in the dusk 2732|Where the white moon 2732|Was gazing 2732|At the moon. 2732|And then, at last, at the dawn-light, 2732|I've sleepily climbed 2732|The hill-- 2732|The hill, with its cedars white. 2732|Oft, in the morning, I have watched the sun 2732|And watched the stars, 2732|Till they began to set. 2732|Oft, in the daylight, I have watched the night 2732|And watched her bed 2732|Of darkle 2732|When it slumbered, 2732|At her side. 2732|And, when it was morning, I have dreamed a dream 2732|A dream of things, 2732|Of love that I may not disclose, 2732|Of the far-sought hand, 2732|That I may not hear, 2732|Nor the smile that I may not see, 2732|Nor the heart's, nor the ring, 2732|Nor the beauty I may not share. 2732|Oft, still in the morning, I've dreamed a dream 2732|O'er a love that I may not reveal. 2732|And yet I know it is but a dream 2732|Of things, love that I may not reveal-- 2732|Till I wake in the morn of my days, 2732|On a day that is nigh, 2732|Of a love that I may not see. 2732|In my soul's sweet heaven, 2732|All is made fair. 2732|My life in bloom, 2732|My joy in song. 2732|My heaven is made 2732|So plain and fair 2732|That I would live there 2732|Till all things are made 2732|So plain and fair 2732|I wonder what love is, 2732|So deep, so blue, so still? 2732|Is love's breath sweet, 2732|Or does he breathe 2732|In some still isle, 2732|Where a white witch-priest sings 2732|In a golden chalice? 2732|Do women love like this, 2732|Or is it just 2732|Love to love? 2732|O, I wish that I 2732|Should love like him, 2732|And drink the breath 2732|Of life to sip 2732|From the roses in bloom. 2732|Would that a white hand, 2732|Or a white hair, 2732|Or a white face, 2732|Or a white foot, 2732|Or a white heart, 2732|Would kiss me there, 2732|Or close me in a sleep! 2732|But when I'm gone, 2732|Where shall I be 2732|With no heart's grace, 2732|Nor no foot's joy? 2732|O, I wish I knew! 2732|I wish I knew, 2732|In my soul's deep heaven, 2732|Where the white roses blow! 2732|Of the golden lute, 2732|Of the golden string, 2732|Of the long soft morning. 2732|Love and morning, 2732|Love, morning, 2732|Morning, 2732|And to be. 2732|He who sings in heaven 2732|And with eyes so fair 2732|Paints his love's red seal 2732|Beneath the sun-rise. 2732|Him whose words are golden 2732|In the halls of day, 2732|He who makes my light 2732|With the sun so bright, 2732|He whose hands are gold 2732|In the morning, 2732|He whose lips and cheeks 2732|And the eyes and hair 2732|Are the true pearl, ======================================== SAMPLE 14170 ======================================== 5184|To his wife, the mother of the hostess, 5184|And the aged bridegroom's words to me: 5184|"From thy home I will not wander, 5184|I will dwell with thee and leave thee 5184|To enjoy the joys of childhood, 5184|While my eyes enjoy the sunshine, 5184|While my limbs are filled with innocence, 5184|While my heart is filled with pleasure, 5184|While my veins are still expanding, 5184|Steeped in rest and strength and patience, 5184|Strong to bear the load of slumber, 5184|While my brain is still expanding, 5184|Joyous all the rest of childhood." 5184|"Thou art wrong, I will not wander 5184|I will not leave thee while life-time, 5184|While this body is young and living, 5184|While my eyes are filled with pleasure, 5184|Joyous while my life is sleeping!" 5184|Then they gave themselves in tasks for husbands, 5184|Slaves to beautify their hunting-grounds; 5184|One did they take from out of date-desert, 5184|One did he roast to ashes worthy, 5184|One did he fill with water fitful, 5184|One did he weigh with bronze and copper, 5184|Five did he fashion into bars, 5184|Six they fashioned into rude axes, 5184|Thus and well employed in smoothing 5184|Ramparts in all the hamlets, 5184|Ramparts well provided with cross-pieces, 5184|All the walls were built of rainbow-colored sandstone, 5184|All the fencing without silver steel, 5184|All the framing without straw fabric, 5184|All the fencing with rushes fine, 5184|All the framing without grass or linden, 5184|All the posts of willow, myrtle, or linden, 5184|As for building of the birch-tree, 5184|As for building of the willow-comb, 5184|Or the juniper, or the squirrel-tree, 5184|In the sun or shade it takes the form of bird-feeder, 5184|Soothes the swarth-spirited swains when slumber seals their eye, 5184|Gives the children raiment bright and lustrous, 5184|Beguiles them when the day-dawn threatens; 5184|Hastens on the trail of the deer-hunter, 5184|Swiftest of all the four extoll father-tramps, 5184|Sits beside the champion at his camp-fire, 5184|By the tent-peg stands and sings this say: 5184|"Slippery 's the skin of the hunter-hunter, 5184|Rudely torn are the vestures of women, 5184|I am filled with fear at coming 5184|To the doom of the hunter-gatherers, 5184|To the slaughter-point of the hunter-hunter! 5184|Slippery 's the fur of the hunter-hunter-lover, 5184|Erely are the dishes placed, 5184|Easily are couches placed prepared, 5184|Easily do the guests enter in, 5184|Stoops the water to remove them, 5184|Serves the berries, the mushrooms, the roots, 5184|Gives the food to those who will sup, 5184|To the guests who will not come counting contributions, 5184|Cuts the meat in great numbers, 5184|Gives the fishers salmon-steaks, reindeer-trinks, 5184|Cuts the youth golden-fish-bite-pieces, 5184|Easily dances the witch-fishes, 5184|Throws the youth in travail behind him, 5184|Throws the youth in travail the waters, 5184|Throws the youth in travail the waves, 5184|Easily rocks and bears a birchen net, 5184|Easy thumbs his son upon it, 5184|Easy twirled the mother's fingers, 5184|Ties his hands in silken bands, 5184|Easy danced the merry maiden, 5184|Tied her son's feet unto the meshes, 5184|Tangled with him the net's seams, 5184|Tied the knots in wreaths of ======================================== SAMPLE 14180 ======================================== 34237|_And we came back from the war, 34237|We came back with a thousand men, 34237|To lead you in a line. 34237|In the line, in the line, 34237|The enemy had his artillery, 34237|And the only thing we had was will._ 34237|_And we marched past the fox-fire 34237|And charged out on our feet; 34237|We dropped our guns and we hid our guns, 34237|We left them for the foe, 34237|So that they might not discover, 34237|The only thing we had left to do-- 34237|For we had only feet._ 34237|There are women in the ranks, 34237|With dark eyes and brown hair, 34237|Whose feet never fall, 34237|Whose feet never rest. 34237|We know that they can run, 34237|We know that they can ride. 34237|We know they can sing 34237|All night long in the night, 34237|_I don't care how bad my wife and I 34237|Are treated when I'm dead._ 34237|We know that they don't mind, 34237|We know that they don't try. 34237|For God knows how many women 34237|Have been happy before me, 34237|But this I can say-- 34237|_He is as happy as a Baronet._ 34237|_But this I can say-- 34237|I don't care how bad my wife and I 34237|Are treated when I'm dead._ 34237|If I die while they're listening to me, 34237|They won't know what to do-- 34237|I can't say which is worse: 34237|They're not going to kill me, 34237|Or put me back where I was before, 34237|With a Baronet's face-- 34237|And nothing of my old life in them-- 34237|Or throw me back where I was before, 34237|With a Baronet's face, 34237|With nothing of my old life in them, 34237|No Baronet after me,-- 34237|And no Baronet after this, 34237|Until I am dead._ 34237|She's coming in at the backdoor 34237|With the latch ajar, she's calling, 34237|It's her voice when she calls, 34237|It's the whisper in the corner 34237|Awaiting word and sign, 34237|And the round black candle she's lighted 34237|With the waxen moonlight. 34237|He's waiting--he knows too late 34237|That I've left the house to-night, 34237|He's watching from the parlour 34237|That I love to go to tea with. 34237|He lifts his wet dim eyes-- 34237|The wet night-smells of the casement-- 34237|They burn into my soul-- 34237|For I'm coming back to-night. 34237|I've been waiting the last five years, 34237|I've been waiting in vain; 34237|I'm coming back to-night. 34237|The long winter nights--the long, long days-- 34237|The crying wind and moaning rain, 34237|And all the sweets of years gone by 34237|All turned to pain--for the first time. 34237|In the doorway stood the Mayor. 34237|We talked upon the way, 34237|And he took me to the basement, 34237|Where all sorts of ghosts were. 34237|And then with bated breath 34237|We climbed the loft's wooden stairs-- 34237|To a lighted room below. 34237|And there he placed inside 34237|Each in his shroud of leaves 34237|A candle, placed on the floor, 34237|And then we shut the door. 34237|"_Who'll do the washing?"_--cried the Mayor. 34237|"I'll pick you which of you 34237|Will clean the laundry. 34237|If I run away 34237|You'll follow me all the way!" 34237|"Will they do it right?" 34237|"Because they've come so long." 34237|The Mayor's in his office. 34237|The Mayor says: 34237|"That's a very good ======================================== SAMPLE 14190 ======================================== 1719|Who saw the dead men standing 1719|Between the trees, 1719|Stretched, and cried, "Behold, God saves you." 1719|And one, from his own house, 1719|Sat with me in the hall, 1719|"I am God's servant," said he, 1719|"And you will be God's master, 1719|If the will be mine; 1719|I am the King, and you are the men." 1719|But one went to his farm 1719|That was under the hill, 1719|And he was of the race of the Amargeless, 1719|And his lord was the King, 1719|While the others prayed and spake, 1719|"Is it well with you, O O King?" 1719|And one said, "A thing will happen, 1719|And we shall find men to tell." 1719|And one said, "If you will take my hand, 1719|I will speak with you for an hour, 1719|And I promise you to tell 1719|What the King has done 1719|With the men of Morden 1719|While you are here." 1719|And one prayed, "O God of the seas, 1719|I am of the race of the Amargeless, 1719|I know the thing will come about, 1719|And if the King hath my brother dead 1719|In the grave where he lies, 1719|I have done him evil, 1719|But I pray you speak to me here, 1719|Saying one word of good. 1719|"I pray you say: 1719|'If God hath mercy upon Morden, 1719|God save the King's men.'" 1719|But one said, "It shall be as I said, 1719|I am of these people, 1719|I have the will of them in heaven; 1719|And for the love my brother bore me, 1719|And the faith I bore him, 1719|For the faithless work I wrought him, 1719|God save his sons with sons around them." 1719|And one said, "As you have said, 1719|God knows what He has done to us, 1719|For he hath shown such signs to us, 1719|That we must keep the will of God." 1719|And one said, "O my mother, 1719|I am of the race of the Amargeless, 1719|I know the King is coming, 1719|And he say so in his dreams, 1719|But the children of earth shall die, 1719|And we shall be nothing." 1719|And one answered, "O my father, 1719|You were my father long ago, 1719|And you know of the land of darkness, 1719|And of the black land of nightmare; 1719|And all the good things 1719|God hath done the men of earth shall be, 1719|For the King is come again. 1719|And he shall say in dreams, 1719|'From the day that the King came home, 1719|The men of earth have gone astray, 1719|Wandering in their ways, 1719|With no knowledge, save in visions, 1719|And the shadow that they cast, 1719|And their dreaming at night and morning 1719|Hath the evil in it.'" 1719|Gawaine answered: 1719|"I am a fool and a craven, 1719|The King hath sent me here. 1719|The foolish men of earth have been drunk with wine 1719|Of a dream-wine and their false eyes are wet: 1719|They are full of dreams as of one drunk with song; 1719|They have no wisdom more than a woman's hair. 1719|"What have I done that I should send you here, 1719|To be the Devil's servant evermore? 1719|Or have I done some great wicked thing, 1719|And you would be a man in my stead? 1719|"Tell me, my mother, and tell me true, 1719|For you were never so wise before. 1719|Why did not your darling son King Arthur? 1719|He was so brave, so tall and so good an earl, 1719|And the Queen that he loved was more beautiful ======================================== SAMPLE 14200 ======================================== 4332|And, by the shore, at night, when all 4332|Is dark and silent, I can hear 4332|The sea-shell patter of the water 4332|That rolls without pause from cliff to cliff, 4332|Or from a distant rille de chambre 4332|To a low white village in the night, 4332|Where all the lights have vanished quite. 4332|I love to linger on this lonely place, 4332|A lonely ghost in this still town, 4332|Whose quiet lives have never been known 4332|By any thing but solitude. 4332|But time and death come back again 4332|To haunt me now I have gone out there, 4332|For I have found out a secret which, 4332|As one who has fled from other places, 4332|Takes him again to that old town, 4332|And this time every moon and every night, 4332|He is found in that same lonely place. 4332|It came to me,--and no other thing, 4332|Than a sudden cry of a white woman, 4332|Frightened by an angry wind, and then 4332|Frightened again by a wind more fierce, 4332|And so, even when I cried aloud 4332|To the white lady in the market-place, 4332|To stand a little while and tell me, 4332|What had happened to the white boy at the tower, 4332|Who had fled from the town before day was here: 4332|It came to me,--but how to I tell it? - 4332|Was all it took. 4332|There at the end of the water, 4332|Staring with his eyes across the sand, 4332|I could see the white boy crouched upon a stump, 4332|Whispering, and, oh, so softly, over and over. 4332|And there, by the bank, where the moonbeam stopped, 4332|My white man in the sun's light stood still, 4332|While the green little water ran and fell 4332|Over the sand. 4332|There at the end of the water, 4332|The white girl turned to look at me, 4332|With the white-lined eyes and the pale lips set, 4332|And the shadow and the white rose by her side, 4332|And when I looked she smiled. 4332|And then she left my arms and took her arms, 4332|Took the white arms of the river, 4332|And so went away 4332|To the high hill by the river, 4332|Where the moon and sea seemed one. 4332|At dawn the red sun was sinking, 4332|Over the hill there came 4332|The voices of birds in the wood, 4332|And voices of the wind; 4332|The red sun was setting, 4332|The voices of all birds ceased, 4332|And voices of the wind: 4332|Then through the red sun, 4332|My heart's one voice was heard 4332|Which praised the green fields 4332|And praised the gentle rain 4332|That came to bless the trees... 4332|I wonder if the old house 4332|Would stand with windows closed. 4332|I wonder if the old walls 4332|Would be forgotten from the world; 4332|And the old garden, 4332|And the old rose-bed 4332|And the old books in the closet. 4332|No sound of the long road 4332|Would wake in the old house; 4332|And the brown old trees, 4332|The long red stems of some dead tree 4332|No more would feel the breath of grass, 4332|No more, remembering many hours, 4332|Would gather around their branches moss, 4332|No more would they spread out for the sun 4332|Their slender cups of purple and green. 4332|So I have gone from the old house, 4332|Into the night, 4332|Into a land no longer seen, 4332|Where the long road ends 4332|And never afoot can be at the door... 4332|Oh, my old house 4332|With the red sun on it, 4332|With the red sun on it, 4332|I cannot go back, 4332|For the sound of ======================================== SAMPLE 14210 ======================================== 25794|She would call for the boat. She brought 25794|But now a better boat must you see,-- 25794|A maiden's boat; but for one fault-- 25794|As well,--you need not fear her care. 25794|She knew a man who had loved a maid, 25794|She said, her soul, "I will not mind." 25794|And yet, as a good virgin she loved. 25794|This, in her case, was as easy as 25794|The lady said. She, too, she knew her. 25794|So she went to a lonely island, 25794|A little speck of pink on the sand, 25794|And the lady, she knew 'twas so. 25794|She went where the sea-gulls were singing 25794|The song her lover used to sing, 25794|And the song that her lover used to sing, 25794|As she heard it and, oh! so proud, 25794|Her brows wrinkled as a mother's. 25794|"Oh, lady," the man said, "I'll not mind, 25794|In this lone speck of pink I'll land." 25794|And so the man and the maid they sailed 25794|To the island where her lover still 25794|Was singing her lover's old song. 25794|But the song was not new to his ear; 25794|The old song was as old and as old, 25794|As the way of the lover and maid. 25794|And so, as they stood there on the sand, 25794|With arms entwining her, saying "Proud!" 25794|He took her from the man, the maid 25794|From her lover: never words of mine 25794|Could ever make the truth clearer. 25794|But she loved him more for his love's delight 25794|Than for his songs, or love or fame. 25794|The sea rang with their words and song, 25794|And the sun gleamed upon the sea-sand; 25794|But the sea was not a woman's sea, 25794|The song her lover sang to her. 25794|The sea was not an island's sea: 25794|The song was not her lover's song; 25794|It was a woman's song he sang, 25794|And it gave her joy to hear it,-- 25794|And joy it did to hear him, 25794|And joy the song his songs had taught-- 25794|They made a life for the maiden, 25794|And she walked with her lover 25794|The paths of the sea-king down 25794|Where the bathers bathe dry and sweet, 25794|And where the sea-gulls bathe sweet; 25794|And when the sea-gulls bathe dry, 25794|A sea-gull hears her calling. 25794|She hears his song,--she hears the song, 25794|As old as song itself is; 25794|She hears him singing her the song 25794|As she heard her lover singing, 25794|Beneath the blue and tender sky 25794|And all the fragrant sea-foam. 25794|"Oh, say not 'Oh! what a lovely girl of beauty!'-- 25794|Her voice is sweet and sweet in tone as a lark's; 25794|Her eye's the glance of the God in the cloud, 25794|As the glance of the God in the dawning of morn 25794|"But say not 'Oh! what a lovely maid is she who sings, 25794|Who sits at her piano with her lover; 25794|The light of her smile,--the beauty of her face, 25794|As the light of the sun in a valley-cover 25794|"But say not 'Oh! what a lovely maid art thou,-- 25794|The light she glitters in and the gleam in her eyes-- 25794|The bloom of her lips,--the blush of her cheek, 25794|While the sunshine, while the sun-rays, though sweet, 25794|Are only the shadow of dreams in her eyes. 25794|"But say not 'Oh! what a lovely maid is she who sways, 25794|How tall and lithe she doth seem, before he stands, 25794|Before to bid her wings rise, and lead her away; ======================================== SAMPLE 14220 ======================================== 2130|Then, after the feast is over, 2130|And before the night dour descends, 2130|Beside the hearth the King will go, 2130|And there sup with his subjects brave, 2130|Among his retinue so good, 2130|And all that might from eye or ear, 2130|Whate'er their hearts may care, be there; 2130|They may not say, my lord, my friend, 2130|That they were false to you, or me. 2130|If I be true, let them take heed! 2130|Or if I lie, why then farewell. 2130|Than should I have replied to them 2130|In honest words, and then be gone, 2130|And leave a poor old beggar to wait 2130|Upon the shore with nothing done; 2130|To him they'll send him on his way, 2130|Far from his friends, to seek a grave, 2130|And in that country to have told 2130|His tale of woe, and I shall stand 2130|Your friend--and tell my heart to you." 2130|"What! will you go? what! shall I doubt it?" 2130|"If you make answer, I will die. 2130|Now see them leave off drinking so; 2130|Then tell me truly, friend, what's the use? 2130|For sure, 'twould give me pain and shame 2130|Just for the sake of one that's true! 2130|"Then speak your speech, my lord, like man; 2130|For love and friendship's sake repeat, 2130|As you in all occasions, say 2130|What made my heart your servant still 2130|At last, when all my hopes were ended, 2130|To lie in such a hopeless plight!" 2130|"To be my friend, to feel no ill, 2130|To want no pleasure but my own-- 2130|To know no rest, but in my mind, 2130|That is what I was made for--yes! 2130|For these are sweet, such sweet delight; 2130|And yet, my friend, they seem too rare; 2130|Yet how my heart would bleed to think 2130|There are not such pleasures on the earth 2130|I could enjoy, to-day, no, not even 2130|Here, at thy feet, my heart may fall 2130|Sick, and wish you no such friend again-- 2130|My Lord, the King can hear my pain, 2130|And he who cannot hear must bear it 2130|The more, for those beyond the sea 2130|Whose names and fame he dares not tell. 2130|But if I speak, he is to blame; 2130|I have been wrong, to rash, to cruel. 2130|That I am, for I have been good, 2130|I might have been more ready to believe, 2130|Or to pretend I was not." 2130|"'Tis true! 'tis true! O no, 'tis plain, 2130|I have my weakness to excuse; 2130|But you, good man, speak kindly--I, 2130|Who was a stranger, was a slave, 2130|Till you, with love of friendship taught 2130|All kindred forms, and the best ways 2130|By whom to be a patriot are." 2130|"Yes, friend, if you and I belee 2130|By this foot-step on the threshold run 2130|To be my friend, and then to choose 2130|A better I confess am he 2130|Who, like the man from whose black mouth 2130|The serpent drew the poison, loved 2130|The land that gave him death and fate. 2130|I, the man who took you on his arm, 2130|He gave you for his living friend 2130|For all good works and all good thought 2130|He counted that he did not care: 2130|And you shall share with me his joy." 2130|"Then let your good man's face be seen; 2130|But, if he must be friend to be 2130|As one who makes himself his friend, 2130|I do not care to be his, I, 2130|Thou art his friend, and he is mine. 2130|The King for ======================================== SAMPLE 14230 ======================================== 28591|O, my heart is all that I have 28591|Where'er I go. I look in thy face 28591|And find it always good and true; 28591|And that I give it to thee 28591|As the true, grateful thing 28591|It is not always sunny and bright 28591|And the rain can never fall. 28591|I love thee more the more I see thee, 28591|Because thy smile is always true. 28591|But, O, I fear, if thy health decay, 28591|That thou wilt wish it all away. 28591|Thy heart is only mine as long as I love thee; 28591|The sun sets all in scenes of wonder. 28591|I, with a longing as though I searched 28591|For the city of the sun, 28591|My spirit yearns, a stranger to the city, 28591|For the city and to the sun-- 28591|And the city is always beautiful 28591|With the beautiful sun. 28591|I, who am not what I may be, 28591|But what I am, alas! 28591|Bewildered by the beauty strong 28591|That illumines all the day, 28591|Have sought--and long have sought--my city, 28591|Sought to make it mine. 28591|But all I found was sorrowful 28591|And empty of delight; 28591|And though I sought it through the year, 28591|No sun appeared that day. 28591|It seemed an empty place 28591|Where I could never rest; 28591|There was no one to cheer me, 28591|No lover true, to bring me 28591|A welcome to my heart. 28591|There's a joy in a friend's embrace, 28591|That's richer than treasure; 28591|His true heart's light for years of evil 28591|Is brightest there. 28591|I am not where I would be; 28591|In the mazy city's smoke 28591|Let me rest alone 28591|At the feet of one my faith forsook 28591|Who has made the skies. 28591|Let me live in the shadow 28591|Of his image, who is so dear; 28591|There was no one to call me, 28591|Nor anyone to share 28591|With me his treasure, his deeps of love, 28591|My city of dreams. 28591|My brother, not too distant 28591|To be with me on my way, 28591|He, the wise, the watchful, 28591|Will give me daily in the grass 28591|Content and health. 28591|I hear--for I may see-- 28591|The busy world whirling round my head, 28591|And the joyous, bright, mysterious speech 28591|Of all the bright and watchful men of earth 28591|Whose work my heart's desire would bid me hear 28591|Cometh before me. 28591|I should not be afraid, 28591|Nor doubting, but within 28591|The circle of his presence lies 28591|The crown jewel, the highest station 28591|He can bestow. 28591|He is so near, so near, 28591|I love to see him smile 28591|With a grace so knowing and discreet-- 28591|Of patience, and understanding, 28591|Not cold and lifeless. 28591|One of those things, a friend's deep care, 28591|To whom the heart's blood still hath been warm, 28591|To whom the pulse of my own life was warm, 28591|To whom the soul of my life was young; 28591|The thought of that one friend's last hours 28591|I would not change for all of these things 28591|The gladness of my life. 28591|I am contented, contented-- 28591|I only wish the day 28591|I had one to like me as well, 28591|Whom I could call my own; 28591|For a one to talk with face to face, 28591|And one to sit still; 28591|And one to love, be loved, in secret, 28591|And one to make love sweet. 28591|One to bring to my mind every joy 28591|In every thing with its life renewed, 28591 ======================================== SAMPLE 14240 ======================================== 1365|And now this olden song 1365|Is all I've to say. 1365|"A simple maiden sat in a green cot, 1365|She listened to the singing wind, 1365|It seemed to whisper of her love 1365|And leave her free to do as she would please; 1365|Thus loving most the motion and the style 1365|Of birds that make their din 1365|As they in leafy green couch and sleep. 1365|"And as she listened to that whispering wind, 1365|The grass grew thick about her feet, 1365|The very shade on either hand betrayed 1365|A shadowy presence that she knew not of; 1365|She felt as if she had stepped 1365|Beyond the garden-wall 1365|Into a field of untrodden gold. 1365|"A voice broke forth in the stillness, 1365|It bore her now away, 1365|Across the meadow grass, 1365|Into a field of goldenrod; 1365|It said, "Come wander farther yet, 1365|And look for her in Heaven's wide ark, 1365|Where she is safe from prying eye; 1365|And I will give thee all the means 1365|To find the maid in Heaven's wide ark, 1365|Who longs thy love, but can not prove 1365|Her truth, nor can verify thine own. 1365|"For though she could with daring skill 1365|The moon-struck hawk pursue, 1365|She cannot follow up and seek, 1365|Without first first knowing what 'tis to fly. 1365|And yet the eagle's feathered crew 1365|Are bold in air, on land, and under water; 1365|Yet so far bolder far 1365|Than this simple maiden in her green cot!" 1365|But O! how many a maiden hears not 1365|Her duty, who should frame that voice divine, 1365|Who hears, and hearing, sees her Lord 1365|Far off; a dark and drear eclipse; 1365|Yet in her heart the shadow 1365|Crawls dimmer, to and fro, 1365|"A voice came from the grass-grown lane, 1365|It said, "Follow!" and a sudden pain 1365|Seized the devoted ear; for, lo! 1365|Across a mighty waste of reeds and grain, 1365|A mighty wall of reeds 1365|Ploughed up a mighty waste of reeds and grain. 1365|As she looked in the drear and drear night, 1365|The voice of that ominous wind, 1365|As still as the moonlit sky 1365|The night wind cried, "Leave all hope but prayer! 1365|Revenge is on thee, the avenger come 1365|With a red sword in his hand; 1365|And, lo! the maid that thou seekest in Heaven, 1365|With a sudden fear of sudden death, 1365|Dread vision, stalks before thy face!" 1365|And lo! a sudden fear 1365|Like lightning flashes o'er her soul, 1365|Like sudden thunder breaking through, 1365|Like sudden lightnings flashing through the land. 1365|She turns away, yet shuddering, 1365|She hears the rushing of the sea, 1365|She hears the cracking of her foes, 1365|Loud as the battle-cry of conquered kings. 1365|And when the midnight bell, 1365|The midnight messenger of fear, 1365|Calls back the ghostly train 1365|Of warriors, still she lingers here, 1365|Till the loud trumpet, sounding still, 1365|Tells the glad world to awake, 1365|Tells earth to hear the battle-cry again. 1365|It says, "Come forth to the battle: 1365|Fight till the morrow's morn!" 1365|And what it shall be I know not, 1365|Yet it will surely be the love 1365|That in this world of woe 1365|Is born to take men's hearts away, 1365|Saves them from sin and sorrow. 1365|It says, "Drink from the cup of wine! 1365|Lift up the salt from the bowl!" 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 14250 ======================================== 841|A woman, who looked up at him, and gave him a look. 841|"Yes, I'm sure you have something to ponder on. 841|"And then you will not know where you are going. 841|"You, who have been so foolish in the world, 841|"A fool? Why, it makes an awful difference. 841|"I saw what I should have never seen. 841|"This is the wrong time of day to give orders. 841|"I know of no country where it isn't possible. 841|"Here is the road: you will find it easy there. 841|"If you have an idea that's really worth the knowing, 841|"You can see what you are like when you are old, 841|"Then--I'll see you again, and say good-bye. 841|"You see that girl? Oh, I'm sure I'm sorry that I spoke. 841|"I think it is really quite a trifle funny, 841|"That you are so foolish, and have been so foolish. 841|"When the door opens and the wind blows over you, 841|"As I said to the girl who has been such a flutterer, 841|"Go, and make yourself as plain as a shoe-bone." 841|The way for a man in his situation, 841|You would do the same as you do now. 841|You would give a little thing to find a way through, 841|And go for the girl, and see if she knew. 841|I've had a taste of that foolishness lately. 841|It will do: it is quite easy to explain. 841|The door was still wide open, and they kept expecting. 841|What do you think they really wanted? 841|The only thing that can take the pressure off you. 841|You are only a little thing; 841|You can do little things, 841|With a little knowledge and little courage. 841|You'll be a policeman 841|When the time is over or you're gone. 841|You'll be a minister, 841|And you'll be very, very fat. 841|You'll wear a hat that's over it. 841|As you put it on, 841|Don't think of the people under it. 841|Your father's an idiot, 841|He has never been able to help you. 841|I don't care if you grow a little dumber. 841|You'll never stop dreaming and sitting with me. 841|I'll give you a chance, 841|When you grow up. 841|You can have the time of your life, 841|With me, my mother, when the time is coming. 841|It isn't for any of us to be patient. 841|They're going to have to pay for it. 841|There was something about that little man 841|That made the young one, 841|Her sister, rather uneasy. 841|You'll have to teach him, quite. 841|If I can help it, so much the better. 841|It isn't to be made a giant, 841|A giant like the big devils. 841|I'll just keep quiet 841|And sit tight in the corner, 841|A little silent, 841|Watching the sun for a sign, 841|A sign to tell everybody. 841|Then they will all start to laugh, 841|To see a little girl crying. 841|I'll only keep watch in the garden. 841|It isn't to send to the devil. 841|I'm just a little woman, 841|Not much for fuss or fussing, 841|Not much for fighting, fighting, fighting 841|And praying and praying for a miracle. 841|It isn't to have a great dream, 841|For all the world to see, 841|To see me like a little angel standing beside my friend in the garden. 841|If you asked me to keep a great dream, 841|I'd not be very pleased. 841|I would only say, 841|I'm much more suited for a dream like this. 841|This is the kind they love in the States ======================================== SAMPLE 14260 ======================================== 24269|The youth, and those his friends that were his guides, 24269|And this his own, whom Pallas with her hand 24269|Hath made divine; but him I left, and leave 24269|A man forlorn, by Nature's cruel will 24269|A man in manner mean, who in the town 24269|And in the field his former strength and power, 24269|And in the field, which to the land he held, 24269|Had lost, far from his friends and native home. 24269|All this I knew; but that the Goddess still 24269|Supports him, now to me his mother gave 24269|Some words of comfort, lest with her he died. 24269|She ended on her car, the earth enwrapt 24269|By Pallas, to which she, Pallas' sister, flew. 24269|Then, when he view'd his brethren, and the house 24269|Whereon he sate, he with his brothers' help 24269|Departing, to the palace flew; for he 24269|In all things else pleased her, and he saw 24269|With eyes that knew not tears; himself he pleased 24269|Mightier, seeing his own brethren and his wife 24269|Alike enjoy the blissful realms. When he now 24269|Gave vent to inward misery, not long 24269|Received the blissful tidings to his house 24269|Of his return, but soon as Eumæus heard, 24269|In form conceiving, from his mother's tongue 24269|The tidings chanced by his own report, 24269|That once again he had arrived at home 24269|After long absence, to his ancient home. 24269|At that sight sorrow seized his heart; yet even 24269|Those words Eumæus heard not, but himself 24269|Reined his steps, and, while Eumæus gazed, 24269|Thus spake the son of Saturn to the son 24269|Of Pallas: "I have given thee counsel sure; 24269|Come now with me; thou shalt enjoy the bliss 24269|Which thou hast justly heredes to have gain'd. 24269|Thou hast a noble mother and a brave 24269|Sons; thy children shall be wise, and each 24269|The other's, ere aught exceed their year. 24269|But do not these by me, Eumæus, think 24269|Haply unjust and vain by thy return, 24269|If I, in seeing thee expect thee home, 24269|And hear of thee again. Thou art my son, 24269|And my eldest son, whom I had begotten, 24269|And I gave him strength from my own womb. 24269|Thy sons are valiant, but, if such thy lot, 24269|Of wisdom and of prudence no end 24269|The stranger to the Greeks may take, nor yet 24269|Of riches in the richest city dwells. 24269|Him neither blame nor blameless shall I then 24269|Thy father, I, or son, who gave thee birth, 24269|Nor shall the people in the land deride 24269|Thy noble virtues, for thy acts have wrought 24269|Many a woe to many a people, when thy sons 24269|Follow'd the Achaians. Thou shalt not lose 24269|Thy father's love, nor thy sons, but I rejoice 24269|Myselves, and this our house, though wretched poor, 24269|By having thee return'd to our own land. 24269|But even yet I fear thee, who, when thou didst bring 24269|Me to the fleet, didst fear not to discern 24269|My son yet absent, not afar, in some 24269|Foreign country, but here at home, thyself, 24269|And thy return to the Achaian States. 24269|So will I seek him; but, in thy advice, 24269|Beside thy chambers make thy couch, for thou 24269|O'erlook'st the host, the land, and my desire 24269|Of me, my sire. But, whatsoever be 24269|Best for thee, as I think, shall be thy task, 24269|For thy old age hath been a sorrowing one. 24269|But tell me, sister; may it please thee to 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 14270 ======================================== 615|This to the lady gave: with one accord 615|They gave their hands, and each was bent therein: 615|So is the wont of mothers to bestow 615|One love upon another, or on none; 615|And, for the common cause, so often yield 615|The fond desire of mutual reverence. 615|"I had not turned me from the damsel pale 615|Who at her husband, 'dear,' began to say, 615|Who with his arms her face with kisses prest. 615|She, when she heard me, cried with eyes upcurled: 615|O! for Love's gracious sake, my mother dear, 615|Turn me away, nor urge my way with kiss; 615|Lest, enamoured, I too lightly pass the goal, 615|And leave my love behind me in the wild. 615|" `I fear, dear love, he will the golden fleece 615|To France, and he will take the paladin, 615|Aye shall the maidens strive with thee and scorn, 615|For this thy favour: for it's not my boast, 615|That I am gentle, or that I am kind; 615|But in thy love be of my love a light, 615|Light, that his other love, which I commend, 615|Dare not approach, but be its proper guide. 615|" `I trust you now will kindly abide 615|Your darling maid with me, while I in rest 615|In this your arms, shall from his journey hie; 615|And, seeing so his love unfailed believe, 615|Will do what my affection will command.' 615|"Away they parted with that promise paid 615|To one and all; the rest the royal maid, 615|For her and she, a holiday prepared, 615|To France in fair and pleasant weather speed. 615|And, having here her lord, to heaven she bears 615|Her lord, and to her sovereign's altar clings. 615|In all her heart, the fair and beauteous dame, 615|Whom the fair angel bore about the sky, 615|Was fondly with desire of love possessed; 615|And in Argonia found a haven dear. 615|"To a good and a worthy shepherd's charge 615|She flew a little time, where, in a cave 615|Of rock, the little flock was fed and fed; 615|And how of food, and kindly cares, by night 615|She on a hill did wait with gentle care; 615|About the church, and in a cave amid 615|The caves, was her bed and mat, and slept. 615|She, on her couch, to love, but ill forbore 615|To clasp with careless fondness that best elf, 615|Who to her were a happy lover, came. 615|"I know not if I wish or need have known 615|Those kindnesses more manifestly shown; 615|That such devoted care and meek fear 615|She for her lord's and her good mother's sake, 615|And him with many other cares her fed, 615|Did strive from hour to hour for ever show. 615|So that I, who was the first behind 615|Her, am now first-born at the palace-top. 615|"To all my chaste design a witness borne, 615|That I, who could not choose but love, did spy; 615|And he, who loved, had, since its time begun 615|That he and all its goodness might be hers. 615|"But I, who first had lusted for those joys, 615|And now, in every place, is evermore, 615|Hear, while the maidens' kisses upon me fall, 615|The infant's cry, that from her face so near 615|Is made, I can no longer from that stay. 615|"If I was not of such mighty power to draw 615|All love the world before, I should have told 615|The wish, that made me evermore adore 615|My wedded master, but that wish had been 615|As vain as mine, which now to love is given. 615|"A thousand thoughts to this my purpose move; 615|But I from sorrow would not for this say, 615|While love was not neglected or forgot, 615|That I, who could not for one thought complain, 615|With joy could take with such a partner round. 615|"That with my husband I was found ======================================== SAMPLE 14280 ======================================== 24869|Forth in all directions, eager to be near, 24869|A thousand foes, and many a princely lord, 24869|Rained down upon him like a shower of rain. 24869|Canto LXIV. Sítá’s Wrath. 24869|He heard the roar of throats and rang of arms, 24869|And the wild din of battle heard again, 24869|With all the wonder of that war to pass, 24869|The might of Raghu’s son he could not brook, 24869|And Sítá, in her scorn, his wrath repressed. 24869|He wept and wondered at her scornful glance, 24869|And, in his soul the tyrant stirred anew: 24869|“O, that my son were Ráma, I, 24869|Like him of giant strength, a God, a King!” 24869|Then with a cry the demon’s face he stained, 24869|And forth his arms and bosom he extended. 24869|And bending low, at Ráma’s side he bent, 24869|And there he stood with visored robe outspread 24869|Amid his foes, and seized the battle’s prize, 24869|And loud acclaim that glorious spoil he reaped. 24869|When Vánar feet that reached his steps had bent 24869|To that fierce son of Raghu that he found, 24869|He cried aloud with furious hand to speed 24869|The lion-godlike Ráma to the wood. 24869|Then swift and furious as a bolt of fire 24869|O’er the dark forest flew the bird of air, 24869|And with a scream and rush of fearless feet, 24869|Pierced the long lines of warriors, who, dismayed, 24869|Cowed and amazed, could not believe. 24869|The king so angry at the sight he eyed, 24869|And to his friend thus spake him amain: 24869|“Who art thou, bold and bright as lightning gleaming 24869|O’er earth’s wide zone on Daṇḍak wood?” 24869|To whom, in answer sweet, young Ráma cried: 24869|“From the dark forest thou and I have chased 24869|A bird whose fame through earth is borne, 24869|And by that fame thy Ráma hast been led 24869|By my own voice to this woodland hide. 24869|Him, Sire, whose name is Vibhishaṇ! say 24869|What race it is, O Rákshas monarch, thou see.” 24869|He ceased: and Rávaṇ, fierce, in earnest sought 24869|To gain the boon most high he craved: 24869|“I know thee well,” thus Rávaṇ made reply, 24869|“Know thee and all that dwell on Daṇḍak crest.” 24869|Then Ráma, with a furious smile, that day, 24869|Turned to the monster with a fiery look, 24869|And thus his answer from the monster made: 24869|“Why dost thou mock when mine equal claims? 24869|I am the creature whom thou seekst: thou seest 24869|The strength and might of Raghu’s race.” 24869|To him the monster in contempt returned: 24869|“Hast seen,” he cried, “no Rákshas, King?” 24869|To which the monarch with a face that glowed: 24869|“No monster, Prince, but a monster true. 24869|Huge, huge and dreadful, he who, unafraid, 24869|Sends all his foes to destruction there.” 24869|Then Ráma, as the monster had demanded, 24869|“I see thee, Rákshas, monster, true.” 24869|He told his name, his race, his mother, and 24869|His mother’s race; but, when the creature heard, 24869|With fury lit the skies with flaming eyes, 24869|The giant’s words were all his grief confessed. 24869|He raised a voice that made the mighty roar, 24869|He raised his eye that showed the ======================================== SAMPLE 14290 ======================================== 1003|That is, that is the power of God is said to have 1003|Who is not able to be the cause of all; whence it 1003|Is that four quarters, which so much encircles him, 1003|Do not tend to him in any part, because 1003|Of eternity. And hence the heavens, which thou seest 1003|Rise upward from the earth, are rent in three, 1003|As thou hast seen with thy ray the two Oceans 1003|Rising upward from the baseness of the sea." 1003|Such as he is who, in hearing or in sight, 1003|Sees that from whom, down to lowest Hell, they pour 1003|Fantine or Zephyren, "The which is the 1003|Nimbus which the Thunderer gives to no plant 1003|Sedent or gnom, but which is found in earth, 1003|And downward which the others which he rends," 1003|Here ends the Poet; and the holy Father smiled. 1003|"And if perchance I make in seeming vain 1003|The conception which I wish to make with thee," 1003|He began, "O son, belov'd accessory 1003|Not of this daemons, but those I open found, 1003|But of their number few I move and sway. 1003|The universal frame of all the elements 1003|I am the first; and downward of itself; 1003|Its various nature is such, and dost thou mark? 1003|Doth not the volume where all is ended thus 1003|Give token that it concerns thee little?" 1003|And I to him: "The faculty which brings me 1003|To the root of the resurrection I, 1003|Am mandatory soul, which, when my language 1003|Of the first longing I made known to thee, 1003|By will and power is risen to this office." 1003|And now it was that we descended to the 1003|Next day to touch upon the knotty rock; 1003|And through the side a passage led into the cave, 1003|Which hardens into crag upon the inhospitable crag. 1003|After the sloping back it stood composed 1003|Right in the front of that abode, all stone smooth, 1003|Save that here and there some colour might be seen, 1003|Where through a wreath some tiny verdure ran. 1003|Upon the margin already I was seated, 1003|And was where for myself the water was, 1003|Thinking the better path would open out. 1003|My God, how beautiful thou wast in Adam! 1003|How nobly lovely in me He of women 1003|The first-made Father smiled upon! 1003|My arms about thee, with so much tenderness 1003|Thou mov'dst, even as a mother might, thine eyes 1003|Frame to be watchmen o'er the house of God. 1003|And firmly to my front upon the back 1003|Of the great circle didst lead me, you know, 1003|As to the East, and didst speak to me of him 1003|Who made the world, and controlled the vast whole. 1003|Then downward all serene, with not one sigh, 1003|Fearing that I might have heard of Beatrice, 1003|Thou led'st me through the dismal chambers, chambers 1003|Made for the impious, and for the barren. 1003|There on the filthy threshold, where was never 1003|An entrance by which these could be seen, 1003|No sinners e'er were seen there alive. 1003|I saw the women, by the lids drawn backward, 1003|Make strip and wash their nakedness, so that cold 1003|And thirst had left them, and could not be abstain'd. 1003|I saw the youth, with locks disperfl'd and brown, 1003|Lay down opposite, and make his oar long; 1003|And he, who never from me had withdrawn, 1003|Sleeping within the circle, near me beheld, 1003|His back to the nave, and to the nymph female 1003|Received, as they lay on the floor in pairs. 1003|My Laird, who now returns from Jove's pursuit 1003|Through the ======================================== SAMPLE 14300 ======================================== 1246|The sun sinks low, the sun sinks low, 1246|The sun sinks low, 1246|And all the blue hills are in the night, 1246|And all the blue hills are in the night, 1246|The sun sinks low, 1246|The sun sinks low, 1246|The blue hills are in the night, 1246|And all the blue hills are in the night, 1246|The morning comes on, 1246|On, on to the blue hills' shore, my sweet, 1246|To the blue hills' shore, 1246|With hands and eyes as calm as they, 1246|With feet as light as they, 1246|All round the blue hills' shore my sweet, 1246|All round the blue hills' shore, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The wind's sweet voice is crying, 1246|The sun looks down upon the plain, my sweet, 1246|The sun looks down upon the plain, 1246|It has come down to eat bread with us here, my sweet, 1246|It has come down to eat bread with us here, 1246|But I will not go to-night to the light of the moon, 1246|To the sun and the trees, because the moons will grow 1246|More yellow, more luminous, and yet more small, 1246|And grow no larger, no live longer, no more. 1246|I will wait here, 1246|Waiting, waiting, waiting, 1246|All through the night for you, my sweet, 1246|For a moment the stars are shining, 1246|For a moment and a while, my sweet, 1246|For a moment the wind is blowing, 1246|But never again for ever, no more, 1246|Till the day of Judgment, my sweet, my sweet, 1246|Till the day of Judgement! 1246|I will wait here, 1246|Waiting, waiting, waiting, 1246|Till I hear the bells of every town 1246|Knock in the dark, knock knock for me, 1246|Till I am gone into the Night with you, my sweet, 1246|Till I am past my pleasure, my sweet, 1246|Till I have been waiting, my sweet, 1246|I will wait here, my sweet, 1246|Till the morning shall come again, my sweet, 1246|Till the morning hath come again, 1246|And I see the red windows of all towns, my sweet, 1246|Till the morning hath come again, 1246|I will go into the Night like an eagle, 1246|Into the night for you, my sweet, 1246|Till I hear the black voices of the trees, 1246|Till I see the eyes of the trees, my sweet, 1246|Till I see the eyes of trees, 1246|I will return into the Night. 1246|We shall kiss each other in the dark, 1246|We shall kiss and part with time. 1246|Time will show through the branches overhead, 1246|Through the wet leaves, the wind, the rain, 1246|The moon, the stars, the moonlight, the spray, 1246|And we shall die, and die, and die, 1246|In the arms of death, with Death. 1246|The night winds blew far and wide, 1246|They blew far and wide, 1246|That I heard the sea beat low 1246|On the shore of the sea. 1246|They beat as far as the eye could see 1246|And beat as fast as my brain. 1246|"I will go down on the beach," cries I, 1246|Down on the waves I jump, 1246|And swim to the shore in a dark lane 1246|As fast as my legs can go. 1246|I see a house, I smell a smell 1246|Of bread and of wine, 1246|And a lamp above a bed of clay 1246|That glimmers and glints. 1246|But what is the house like, my love, 1246|Out in the dark sea, 1246|Where the ships sail safe on the flood? 1246|You said ======================================== SAMPLE 14310 ======================================== I have a heart that is glad for thee; 3473|A voice I love like thine, 3473|And my lips are like a harp 3473|To give thee songs of love, 3473|From the mountain-heights above me; 3473|From the sacred heights upon my breast. 3473|The sacred heights beneath; 3473|But there is rest for me-- 3473|For thy heart--and for thy words. 3473|O, thou, my soul and body--O God, 3473|How long shall I hold thee from that height? 3473|The song is ended, and the morn 3473|Gives signal of her way! 3473|And who hast heard it? 3473|Alas! how many have the days 3473|Since thou didst lay thy finger on mine! 3473|O man! my flesh--my soul--my heart am I! 3473|If ever a voice so true 3473|Seem'd to my soul a brother-heart in Heaven! 3473|How long, with all my heart's efforts, did I strive 3473|To sound this melody-- 3473|How long? Who knows? I only know 3473|My soul is glad and free, 3473|And gladly would it sound again, 3473|My life a tuneful strain. 3473|The tuneful strain! I was a fool, 3473|As well, for, when it came, 3473|A truant from the Church of Rome 3473|Had taught the chord the world should hear. 3473|In vain, through the city's stir, 3473|I strove to find the song, 3473|Or speak it with the human eye, 3473|Or call it by the ear. 3473|A voice so holy, so clear, 3473|So soft, so mellow, pure, 3473|Had held me listening there,--I scarce 3473|Had the good will to smile. 3473|The angel's word was spoken, 3473|My soul was pierced with pain, 3473|My eyes were blinded--there, I cried-- 3473|I fell in death, and cried. 3473|I cried--"I died, I cried,-- 3473|And there, I know no more-- 3473|And well the deed was well begun-- 3473|But what should I have done?" 3473|"Ah! what shall I do now? 3473|My soul has been entombed, 3473|My mind and my body 3473|Have met below this morn. 3473|My soul is open to the air-- 3473|And I can see before me 3473|My own bright home! I am at rest! 3473|The world is bright; the world is bright, 3473|The sky is clear as glass-- 3473|There was no night in my lifetime-- 3473|Alas! I was once wise!" 3473|"Ah! well to rise in strength, 3473|The heart that felt once before! 3473|This day the world is all so new, 3473|I have not time to say 3473|One good thing of it--I only 3473|Can take this moment to pray. 3473|My Father! let me not say 3473|One bad thing to befall. 3473|Let me not say that which I know-- 3473|I only need to know. 3473|Let me not dream that there is 3473|An evil still in me. 3473|I only need to dream there is-- 3473|Not all on earth that smiles. 3473|If I have dreamed right, I pray 3473|For you above that grave. 3473|"I would not think, I would not feel, 3473|If I but once should say. 3473|God's love is in my heart,--for 3473|That is the angel's own. 3473|Oh, how much of heart I'd choose, 3473|A lover, over land, 3473|To touch the hand that lifted me 3473|To places beyond the stars! 3473|To live the lives it was meet, 3473|Where I may see once more 3473|My love's long lost father-in-law 3473|Grow old beside the sea." 3473|"Not to my children, that say ======================================== SAMPLE 14320 ======================================== 14757|The westering sun shines through the mist. 14757|The wind has died down and now is gone, 14757|But why do I not see him? 14757|And if I could I'd go and see 14757|My lad, the hills are in the sky, 14757|They're shining red and yellow. 14757|And here in the valley at the back 14757|Of the big wood I love to lie, 14757|As it used to lean and be so still 14757|With the great trees overhead. 14757|It was very long ago, 14757|In the days when little Tommy shot the gun, 14757|A lad that would have made Willie smile, 14757|This Sam, so brown and healthy. 14757|Two eyes were dimpled cheek by jaundiced cheek; 14757|A nose was like a beryl, and a mouth 14757|Was rough and pithless as a ruby. 14757|Tommy went to school and always knew 14757|His dad was just a labourer; 14757|But sometimes Tommy, having run away, 14757|Would wonder what his job entailed; 14757|And then the sun would smile and say: 14757|"Dear lad, if it hadn't got away, 14757|Your face would be a sunbeam now; 14757|You'd never think of being naughty." 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage 14757|Forgot all sorrow; and his mother sang 14757|A little, pretty song: 14757|"Oh, tell her she isn't all to blame 14757|For that young sunbeam she has had." 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage 14757|Did not remember that his dad was rich; 14757|He never thought about his father's wife. 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage, 14757|Didn't know his father's name was Jimmy; 14757|Poor Tommy, on his father's wage, 14757|Seemed like a kid she had taught. 14757|And now the woman is a widow, 14757|Or Johnny's wife is Jim; 14757|And Tommy lives in a care centre 14757|Not very far away. 14757|And if my boy had been spared at least 14757|To go to school, I fear we'd see him then, 14757|With a red sunbeam in his hair, 14757|And the hills of brown and gold, 14757|All white on the window-sill. 14757|And Johnny, when he's six or so, 14757|Will make the most of life that's now moulded clay, 14757|He'll run a race against time; 14757|And play a part among the dead, 14757|And hold out hands to all that pass; 14757|And he'll be a boy like his father-- 14757|The little boy who made him smile. 14757|I saw him one morning, in a field of sun, 14757|His arms outflung to the gale, and eyes on me; 14757|I knew his heart was the one, deep-filled with love,-- 14757|My heart, of his was the one, I fain would say. 14757|"I am his wife." But it's not so, you see, 14757|To-day the couple, I think, gets married. 14757|When the days of my youth come round, and I reach 14757|The end of summer in the country, where we play 14757|Upon the hills there, or on the river side, 14757|And then some lad with the great acres calls me, 14757|I shall take him to my seat in the sun 14757|Upon my farm; I shall sit there in the shade. 14757|My darling, when we sit such on the hill 14757|As I sat with him, with lips to his lips, 14757|"You will come back?" said my heart; they laughed, he said, 14757|"I will visit him in Britain now." "How do you mean?" 14757|I asked. "Come back?" "I must!" "You will not?" said he. 14757|And so we said farewell. And we shall die. 14757|I heard a little voice cry in the wind, 14757|"A storm is coming." 14757|My mother said, "What storm? What thing ======================================== SAMPLE 14330 ======================================== 35996|"That's a pleasant thought! Well, what matter?" 35996|He answered; and he went up the hill. 35996|"The moon is in my face! She has it out! 35996|I must escape--I don't know what--and so 35996|I must come back. How could I not go back?" 35996|The night went by. The moon was low, 35996|Just as the clouds went north. He stood still. 35996|The moon was high--an awful lot! 35996|The wind was east, but it went against 35996|His face, and chilled his hand. At last, 35996|A gust came from the west--that shook his head-- 35996|But it was all a mistake--the blow 35996|Was coming from the south--the land! the land! 35996|He stood like an astonisht thing--he'd fumbled 35996|His hands and was frightened stiff of it. 35996|"Now, how I'm going to get there," he thought, 35996|"Is I'so gone up there by moonlight--by moonlight?" 35996|He tried to breathe and tried to think. 35996|"What could be done? what was to be done? 35996|By moonlight--by moonlight?" answered she. 35996|"Then what can I do?--what am I going to do?" 35996|"What did you do?--what could I do for you?" 35996|And then he fell down on his face and cried. 35996|And then the moonlight fell upon her face; 35996|She drew her thin hand from his, which was all wet 35996|With tears--like her, that day in the long wind-- 35996|And clasped her close; and kissed her, and thought it well, 35996|And thought it very well it was best so, 35996|To see him come safely home. 35996|There was a wind, 35996|That blew against the window frame 35996|All night long, he thought; and I am certain 35996|It blew against my window frame. 35996|I know it did. The wind is upon us 35996|With all it could. We are all beneath us-- 35996|And the wind is up above us. 35996|I was a hunter of the mountains, 35996|Who had a great white bear-- 35996|A wild bear, with a great white coat, 35996|That I hunted over all those mountains 35996|And down those hills at night, 35996|And ever after I hunted that coat 35996|With the pride of my heart. 35996|And I hunted through the woodlands, 35996|And I hunted over every land 35996|That ever the wind could blow, 35996|And the sun would rise and the day set, 35996|And I would never, never leave 35996|That coat of my childhood! 35996|The wind is in the woodlands, 35996|And the wind is on us, and the wind blows up, 35996|And the long, long cloud sweeps past us; 35996|And the wind is at your house now; 35996|And there it goes and sweeps again: 35996|There's not a breath to be breathed or said-- 35996|Oh wind of heaven and wind of hell! 35996|The wind is in the house; 35996|And the wind is going wild! 35996|No, no, not in the house! 35996|The wind has blown away the window-pane, 35996|And blown into the hall. 35996|I have been to the top of this hillside, 35996|To the house of the fair maid; 35996|There, in their chambers all in the sunlight, 35996|Lay the maidens so white and fair. 35996|I have been to their chamber so quietly, 35996|To the chamber of their child. 35996|And never a whisper had I heard till then-- 35996|The breeze of the night--the wind that I was looking at:-- 35996|It was only when I put out the light 35996|And followed by step an footsteps pale, 35996|That I heard the maidens and child. 35996|He was pale and gaunt, and his face was thin; 35996|And he was sitting on a stone; ======================================== SAMPLE 14340 ======================================== 17270|&c. 17270|Forsooth no woman in my house, nor yet a man 17270|Ie never euer found in my house: I shall haue 17270|No childe, for to be mother to a young birdie: 17270|It is to be my neere's child. 17270|I think men will haue reason to blame at heart 17270|If it be little or late for their pleasance, 17270|For there is nonee thing to moche delight in 17270|In womankinde 17270|When as a boy without my help. 17270|I did saide that to the great of this world 17270|It is no godesome, but it doth moche bene: 17270|How can ye think men of their soules deceav'd, 17270|When as I made them ere I could speak 17270|Of the true soules of women? 17270|I do declare, that when I did come to this world, 17270|To take a sonne of my flesh and blood, I made him 17270|Of the great stones which we call the earth. 17270|What then woldest thou, that I should beleeve 17270|Thy soule, if I saide it? 17270|The soule is a thing of worthie estate, 17270|And cannot well be done aboue its selfe. 17270|And euer since it hath beene of such valour, 17270|It is no moche bene, but it doth grievous aboue 17270|It is my lawes, that to my soule I wyll 17270|That it cometh neare before me. 17270|But I no sooner begun t' saie this, 17270|Than they saide, O ye man of great degree, 17270|We will avenge us on the worlde ere long 17270|By reason of this our confession, 17270|We doo it with great sorrowe, 17270|Till though we a king doo keepe, 17270|Yet shall one day have the highe way. 17270|So sheast I away in a trough boat, 17270|She was the moste sweete wife that ever was seen 17270|Nor was my money more then six score pounde 17270|This sheaped in pounde 17270|And I am here to go with a trough boat: 17270|I am soe lorne, 17270|And thus saide before her. 17270|Say now, ye wytches, do ye begin 17270|To come this way? 17270|Nay, the more I am hot I shall not long 17270|For this cold yelin. 17270|Say, doo you doo come this way? 17270|In the name of the blest mother of babes, 17270|In the name of my God, I beg you come! 17270|But I ame suree ye neede not try 17270|To lyt you to this day, 17270|Ye shall not do as I have here t' doo; 17270|For I will you shew you right 17270|In all these twayne I did you dight. 17270|And what shall I do, I pray? 17270|I will not tary, 17270|But ye shall have a manger for to holde 17270|Of milk white, clean, and set, 17270|That ye may never be 17270|Left in a cold house in the mornynge 17270|To dote on a cold day. 17270|Al of you that by my heed had none, 17270|They rought this for me 17270|As I haue charge of their dayes 17270|I shall for them all mony. 17270|For I shall make them lye in syns 17270|With my gold and mony kyngers 17270|They shall doo not none of them no fere 17270|To fynde them to a hot churche, 17270|But to dauns I shall them keepe 17270|And keep, and mak them theyr dayes 17270|By my grace and by my mary 17270|As dayes I shall dauns in on them doo 17270|For mony mony of mony mon ======================================== SAMPLE 14350 ======================================== 24363|And then the last line: 24363|"She is gone from me,-- 24363|But I love her so, 24363|I never will forget!" 24363|If there were ever a need to forget, 24363|If there were ever a need to lose 24363|The memory and the image of dear 24363|And beloved and wonderful things,-- 24363|My girl would be the first to go; 24363|She would walk the roads of earth with me, 24363|Languishing with child and mother's love, 24363|As women used to do. 24363|For there are men who cannot brook delay, 24363|But drive the car and leave the bell to toll 24363|In spite of heaven and the times that are. 24363|So, when the hour is come, 24363|And we, poor sinners, must lift hands above our hearts, 24363|The spirit shall be heard, and blessed. 24363|I think I hear a song. 24363|A song that once was sweet; 24363|A song that broke the chain 24363|Of her white, chained hands. 24363|My sweet, young woman-girl, 24363|My lady of the maids, 24363|What have we now 24363|But chains and you? 24363|Ah, the sound of water! 24363|It was a song that died, 24363|That broke and faded, 24363|Never to come again 24363|Though once I loved it well, 24363|Long ago. 24363|Oh, if thou ever didst hear it, 24363|Oh, if thou didst hear it 24363|Trod on the shore, 24363|Poured out upon the shore, 24363|Rain upon the sea. 24363|It was a song of joy, 24363|A song of joy. 24363|The songs we sing are little, 24363|When we were young; 24363|But when we grow old and dry, 24363|We'll change our rhymes and sing 24363|Thousand times more strong 24363|The songs we sing are great, 24363|The songs we sing are fleet, 24363|The songs we sing forever. 24363|They were a little birds 24363|The night they were born: 24363|They will be evermore 24363|A little, flying things: 24363|They will fly about 24363|The heavens at our will, 24363|They will fly about the sky 24363|On fearless wings: 24363|Nevermore to flee-- 24363|They will come to us 24363|And live with us still. 24363|I will not let that little bird 24363|Go free with the sun 24363|Till it dies, in the dust, 24363|A little living death. 24363|To-night I know not if 24363|The little maid I met, 24363|Was alive or dead; 24363|I only know she brought 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|And held me in her arms: 24363|The last sweet thing I knew. 24363|And, like a little star, 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|All through the darkness she shone, 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|Till all that God hath made 24363|Was dim before: 24363|The last sweet thing, 24363|And set the sun in sight,-- 24363|"My love," she softly cried, 24363|"I am his now!" 24363|For all, 24363|Oh, all were ours as ours are hers 24363|Who love our lives. 24363|I will not let that little bird, 24363|Like God, 24363|Fly to a cage, and keep 24363|Its wings within the dark, 24363|Till it dies. 24363|The world makes music every verse 24363|That I remember, 24363|It was so long ago, 24363|And still the same; 24363|My boyish face was the only one 24363|So tenderly, 24363|The stars knew no secret 24363|Our love could see. 24363|I will not let that little bird 24363|In the night go forth, 24363|And be a little star, ======================================== SAMPLE 14360 ======================================== 18500|To the cottar that I lo'e so, 18500|And the dame of my true love. 18500|But what for e'en ane at court, 18500|Who, alas! can ne'er give grace; 18500|For, haply, by th' hindmost line, 18500|Some hapless gentleman is writ. 18500|But when I come to do my duty, 18500|A blithbrag is sure to fail, 18500|And I may write an idle romance, 18500|A shirk'd invention is shorn; 18500|And I shall find that o'er my head, 18500|An eye-salve will answer to cure me, 18500|For I am foully wounded; 18500|And I shall say or e'en now and then, 18500|Tho' it should be a heavy price, 18500|There's nothing so dang those tapers brings, 18500|Save but one of those silver pokes, 18500|That like a true old friend, 18500|And a few fair, blushes, sweet roses, 18500|I'll proudly place before him. 18500|And when I go to battle and die, 18500|There shall it be, at least, on me, 18500|'Twas I that did my mistress deserve, 18500|And she that had a faithful man. 18500|And, oh! for her that lov'd a gentleman, 18500|An honest--true old friend, 18500|And a few fair, blushes, sweet roses, 18500|The love of John Dunmore. 18500|My mother said, "Auld Rob Morris weel may boast, 18500|His country's sword that hangs by his hind-legs; 18500|And if he should take revenge, at his rear, 18500|He will not lack a cravat for his donkeys to shred." 18500|"Cauld corporal's breath and puft mare's breath!" 18500|She said, "would you be mischief and a leader? 18500|O, would you be the spirit to drive care out!" 18500|The mind is the man, and O, be he sage, 18500|Who wisely think, but never act, 18500|Who wisely talk, but never say; 18500|When good advice meets fair statement, 18500|Wrath drives it from out its hiding. 18500|How often in a busy street, 18500|How often in my thoughts, behold! 18500|What mischiefs hap that must be feared! 18500|The devil is in all we do, 18500|Or art or love, or drink or fight. 18500|And, while I rue the follies past, 18500|And wail for lost delights well past, 18500|How often in my thoughts behold, 18500|What mischiefs hap that must be feared! 18500|The devil is in all we do, 18500|Or art or love, or drink or fight. 18500|"_Fie! il c'est bon ton ne veux vous._" 18500|Wee, modest, crimson-breasted doo, 18500|Thou's met me in an evil strait; 18500|A cruell tempter I've befriended, 18500|And ne'er hope to be amends: 18500|And neist my sorry exploits 18500|Can your unfeeling bosom cheer: 18500|Shall I whose life-blood I have spilt 18500|By deadly drink provoke, 18500|Whilst my poor head was clean abhorred, 18500|Whilst no one knew what wrong I meant, 18500|Shall I then boast a cruell friend, 18500|Who could counsel and succour such? 18500|Shall I thus fall in deplored, 18500|And haply so befall? 18500|The wretch whose folly brought her down 18500|To be a wrecker too! 18500|A wrecker, whither could she steer? 18500|A vagabond, whither fly? 18500|This was her fate, and this her fate alone, 18500|By a causer of disease; 18500|A causer caiphas, a railer caiphas, 18500|Tepapa o'ermist'ry! ======================================== SAMPLE 14370 ======================================== 5186|Lifts his magic shield from off his head; 5186|Swoops upon the ocean-billows, 5186|Splits in myriad platforms forest-covered, 5186|In the blue waves makes a harborage, 5186|In the depths a refuge from harm-harassers. 5186|Long it lay there under the billows 5186|Never rising up to meet him; 5186|Then the warriors from the Northland 5186|Pointed with spears their wishing oars, 5186|And the magic boat reels onward 5186|Through the turbid waters, rapid. 5186|Speed the boat in swiftness matchless, 5186|Through the turbid deeps it speeds not, 5186|Lifts its head above the water, 5186|Looks aloft to see God's people 5186|How the boat pursues its journey. 5186|Lakko, youthful, youthful artist, 5186|Does He find His path broken? 5186|Quick He turns His eyes upon It, 5186|Turns His face to Lapland's country; 5186|Plays upon the sandy margin, 5186|On the sand His magic vessel, 5186|And unharnessed the ocean-billows. 5186|From the sand-discs fly thither 5186|Ugly harp-strings of the sea-snakes, 5186|Bind the monster, Patewana, 5186|Hurl him from the water-bull's paw, 5186|From the whitened cetacean, 5186|From the billows of the mystic creature. 5186|Lapland's young magician, Kullerwoinen, 5186|Tears apart the magic vessel, 5186|Disjoins the harp-strings of the sea-snake, 5186|Binds the monster, Piru olafar, 5186|Lifts him to the sky-stairways, 5186|To the station above the ocean; 5186|Strikes him with his magic spear-shafts 5186|Till the sky is black with terror, 5186|Till the earth and sea-foam swallow 5186|Piru, the soothsayer, Lapland's youngest dame. 5186|When at last the hero has fallen, 5186|Lapland's young and evil singer, 5186|Falls exhausted from the battle-field, 5186|Shouting sadly to the sky: 5186|"Woe is me, a miserable hero, 5186|Woe is me, a wretched pirate! 5186|Have I slain my virgin-mother, 5186|Have I tortured my faithful dog, 5186|Stifled my true-love's true caresses, 5186|Stilled my hero-songs of love-love! 5186|Ho, the sky is dark and heavy, 5186|Water is flowing from the fen-lands, 5186|Water floods my weeping spirit, 5186|I have perished from the battle-fields, 5186|And my boat is wrecked upon the billows!" 5186|Thereupon the wretched magician 5186|Falls upon his knees in sorrow, 5186|In his veins the blood is flowing, 5186|And the words he spake remain unspoken: 5186|"Woe is me, a miserable hero, 5186|Woe is me, a wretched pirate! 5186|Has I slaughtered my faithful dog, 5186|Has I tormented my faithful dove, 5186|Stifled my hero-songs of love-love, 5186|Stilled my faithful spirit-bass!" 5186|Then again Piru, magic musician, 5186|Thus addresses Wainamoinen: 5186|"If thou shouldst return without resistance 5186|To thy home, thou wouldst be greatly sorry; 5186|Long would fail thy father's or thy mother's fields, 5186|Far more hated than the fires of battle! 5186|Thou shalt look around the once vacant villages, 5186|Thou shalt go to grief and shame-fulness, 5186|Answer not the question asked by thee, 5186|Shall not help thy suffering people!" 5186|Pa can't make this stuff out of thin air, 5186|Can't make lye of thune from magic strif; 5186|Ice isn't real nor melts on hill or plain, 5186| ======================================== SAMPLE 14380 ======================================== 1383|Of all the joys of men, most happy he, 1383|Who is no longer sadder by the tears he shed. 1383|Harmony in life to him is nought else gain; 1383|He sees not where sorrow brings distress, 1383|For his own self he bears no more desire. 1383|And so he sees her not, and so is glad, 1383|For his best joy is in himself to be, 1383|And never is he gladder, now his day 1383|Has ended; and his soul is at one last 1383|With the sweet feast, the goodly welcome meat, 1383|And the first light of the light which cleanses, 1383|With light ineffable, of dust for guest, 1383|The body made for Paradise. 1383|Of her fair forms and of her words, 1383|And of her gentle hand, 1383|I had a thought and it was not kind. 1383|She had been good enough to be 1383|An angel before the Lord: 1383|God had pardoned her and his mind 1383|Had forgotten of her need. 1383|And so she looked on him as a dream 1383|Of her long ago, 1383|And his eyes she felt as water meet 1383|And soft enough to quaff. 1383|And the Lord saw her and was glad, 1383|And her soul was rapt to find 1383|Her body free from mortal sin, 1383|And hers the place of dust. 1383|But the world's heart grew sad and low, 1383|And the poor spirit cried 1383|And thought with such a thrill that all 1383|Her body fell and lay: 1383|And on her spirit fell the light 1383|That clears a thing so drear. 1383|Her body that the dust had borne, 1383|Showed her spirit flesh, 1383|And in that thought her soul was filled 1383|As water with a drop of dew. 1383|It came from a land, I wot, 1383|Where the suns go down, 1383|For the spirits of men, grown gray, 1383|Are left on earth alone, 1383|And I wot that she has come and gone, 1383|The little sweet Lila Erin. 1383|She has gone as the first white star, 1383|To whom the air is given, 1383|And what is Death, what is Love, 1383|What is the meaning, what is Rest, 1383|And what the meaning of Death! 1383|When the world's heart grew sad and low, 1383|And the poor spirit cried, 1383|And when her body lay athirst, 1383|She came, the little sweet Lila Erin. 1383|And she touched his life like wine, 1383|With her body soft and fair; 1383|And she left him, the little sweet Lila Erin, 1383|On the ways of life forlorn. 1383|Oft when his soul is sick and low, 1383|And the little sweet Lila Erin, 1383|She comes, the little sweet Lila Erin, 1383|The dewy-winged, the hand on his heart! 1383|How the old horse trod, as the sun's gold 1383|Hung on his flesh, and the fresh grass dripped 1383|From the cold earth that held his corse: 1383|The old horse trod, as the sun shone bright, 1383|As the fresh grass dripped from his bent breast. 1383|A woman from a kingdom born, 1383|For a woman was she made; 1383|Her beauty and her beauty's grace 1383|He had made and wore in vain. 1383|She lived and laughed and loved, and died 1383|As the grass drips from a bent brow. 1383|She died an angel's death, a ghost's; 1383|The ghost of the dead and young, 1383|To whom the dead and young were true 1383|For a woman born for a queen. 1383|From a king she knew to be dead, 1383|And yet for her he never died; 1383|He was her lover, she his nurse, 1383|And she, the nurse, and she, the queen. 1383 ======================================== SAMPLE 14390 ======================================== 2863|The old lady who never had a bit of advice to give 2863|She sat, with her face a picture of surprise, 2863|An' watched the two boys of eight, 2863|For he might as well be ten years her junior. 2863|There was a time when youth was simply bonny 2863|(No matter how one may have been used to say 2863|The years were small and sunburnt and green) 2863|Yet these were just as young as any two 2863|(Not so much as her grandmamma said so), 2863|And she could see that their hearts were in tune 2863|And that they loved each other as one should love 2863|A little. In truth, it was not a sin 2863|To love them both at the old marriage. 2863|But when each year came on, she grew not old enough 2863|At eighteen to let them go abroad - 2863|The two boys kept on going round 2863|In pairs, with hands and faces all aflame, 2863|As if they all were used to seeing girls, 2863|And yet it was not true that a morn 2863|Ever made them less in heart 2863|When they could only meet the kind 2863|And gentle eyes that looked through leafy tresses, 2863|Not those which seem to mark the soul when a man is gay. 2863|And whenever she went abroad she met them by chance, 2863|And in passing they smiled, or turned with a greeting 2863|As if to say: "We wonder you are so young." 2863|There was an old woman who kept 2863|(Just as it chanced) the English book, 2863|And she was kind to the daughters, and said 2863|(As old women do) good things to all: 2863|She gave the boys a nice little urchin, 2863|And they brought him every one their heart could ask. 2863|It happened in the days before Christmas 2863|When the school was all out at the spring, 2863|Yet the old woman, she would talk on as if 2863|She could keep the little one alive. 2863|She tried in tears and sobriety 2863|(That's to say, in English speech) 2863|To calm the boy's wild passions and control 2863|His passion, but he was wild and wild; 2863|And when the day was almost out 2863|She tried another method in an effort to tame 2863|The baby's passion. (And she was old.) 2863|She made a little love, and loved a big Boy, 2863|And that's a matter both good and bad 2863|For old women--when they make love to Boy 2863|They never, never, don't do that; 2863|But that boy loved this old woman so 2863|She was forced to come to the door to preach 2863|And do all sorts of things for pay, 2863|That boy cried for a chance at the door, 2863|And a chance at a meal or a rag, 2863|And when she walked in, her sermon was 2863|Tried in the very same way 2863|As usual by this old woman of course. 2863|But what with her pride, with her pride, 2863|She had to keep that kind of old woman in 2863|Whose speech has a great deal to do 2863|With what happens in a daily shop or a shopman's smile; 2863|And it was this way that she kept the old woman 2863|While the boy did not: with her passion a-flame, 2863|And a desire of his own to please, 2863|For it's pretty, and it's wholesome, and it's dignified 2863|To find oneself in the same old old marriage. 2863|She was in her twelfth spring, and at last 2863|Dressed to be dressed, out went the little maid, 2863|And all the children, looking glad to see 2863|But not naming her either name or age, 2863|(The old woman loved them still) went home at night, 2863|And that was always the way with the old folks, 2863|But the boy always tried to be where she stayed. 2863|(For this was his girl!) And so one day, ======================================== SAMPLE 14400 ======================================== 2130|From the wild fields where I lay; 2130|They found me not. 2130|If thou hast seen our poor creature, 2130|And thou hast sate with us, 2130|And thou hast heard each word I said, 2130|And seen each gesture I made; 2130|Let me die in your arms, and there 2130|Your kisses warmly pour: 2130|That was a long, long year 2130|I lay in bed all pale, 2130|I felt my hair grow wild 2130|And black were my eyes; 2130|But after many a night of mourning 2130|And many a day of weeping, 2130|I think I look as good as new,-- 2130|My hair is grey, my eyes are clear, 2130|And all that I can see is truth. 2130|I've heard you say, and yet I doubt it, 2130|That you would die, say, before I would; 2130|For though your hair was white 2130|And black your eyes were blue,-- 2130|If you could take one breath 2130|Of being human, then 2130|I think you'd be as happy as me. 22803|"The first of all fathers was Mercury: 22803|His wife was Thetis of the silver hair," 22803|So told I once a fairy, in the light 22803|Of many years of sorrow and of pain, 22803|About the middle of the winter's night, 22803|While far away from me, on the wintry plain, 22803|The wain of Cymri with a hundred men 22803|Slunk by at night, men who should have been dead! 22803|Aghast I gazed, and feared that I had cried 22803|And in terror turned to hide my eyes: 22803|What was the meaning of the horror, 22803|Sunk in the darkness and foreboding sound? 22803|Was it the voice of heaven, or only then 22803|Of something else, beyond the reach of thought 22803|That ever can comprehend or hope? 22803|Was not the world on its hinges then? 22803|When I remember'd all that had been 22803|Since the birth of time unto this hour. 22803|I stood in the long green glades of Emathia 22803|Whence they bring forth blossom of nectared fruit, 22803|And the scent of each grove spread out and thin 22803|A sweet perfume; but now and then 22803|A sudden moan, a sigh or sob 22803|Like a voice of some one weeping: so I drew 22803|Close to my lady: but she spake not: 22803|As one who in a dream, or in an obscure dream 22803|Sees something that may well be death. "Art thou still afraid?" 22803|Her eyes as the eyes of the night, whose rays 22803|Burn on his outcast--O, his own land's land, 22803|Saith she, "What should the Greeks do to me, 22803|Lest I should turn to stone, and be forgotten 22803|Of my noble blood? Would God had given 22803|That of me unto Helen, so I might 22803|Be one of the old castaways, a thing 22803|Whose time is past who never sinn'd, a man 22803|Who may not live--who may not ever see 22803|His fair wife yet or make life dear again, 22803|And see the children, if any yet 22803|Rove on the earth, for he hath none! For to me 22803|A thing so rare was never made alive, 22803|Nor hath it yet been felt or seen by me." 22803|"I cannot make thee dead," I said, "Art thou still 22803|A virgin or not? So shall I gain thee 22803|Upon thy coming hither. What if Fate 22803|Be stern with men, but they shall gain the day 22803|By flight, for I will follow thee, even thee!" 22803|She said: and then the sudden silence spread 22803|Where a low silence dwells, not heart-sick. 22803|I drew close. "Thou must not leave thy horse 22803|To graze the groundless place about," she said, 22803|"Or we have lost thee." But ======================================== SAMPLE 14410 ======================================== 28591|O life without a fault, 28591|How fair to look, how good to be, 28591|And how much happier if you cease to feel! 28591|The clouds will gather as they rise; 28591|And darkness be our lot, 28591|And night be always night. 28591|But God in mercy shows, 28591|Though all should die in sorrow, that they still 28591|His work will surely fulfill. 28591|No fault; no cause; a just design; 28591|An evil will we find. Why should we strive 28591|A moment's pain, nor lose our path 28591|Forever? God, the will of him we love 28591|Will always be obeyed. 28591|Our Father, bless them, whoe'er may be 28591|In the future's path. 28591|Who have a humble mind, 28591|A conscience pure as snow, 28591|Who say not what is right, 28591|Who give to all they owe, 28591|And ever live as he may, 28591|And follow whate'er he shall say. 28591|O that the heart 28591|Would yield to them, and to their ease, 28591|The only way to God! 28591|My soul is on the wing, 28591|To reach the shore in the distant East; 28591|Far in the West outstrips my power. 28591|Thy life, O Lord, thy life, 28591|My soul, O God! depart, 28591|For thy dear will is far too dear. 28591|In this life, O Lord, to give, 28591|Yet to give always--how dear. 28591|I would not have thy glory, thou 28591|That bidest me to follow thee. 28591|Be not angry with me--be patient; 28591|God's will is better than my power-- 28591|Then let me do what thou art one 28591|To do, that, if my work offend thee, 28591|Thou not thy will despise or scorn. 28591|Thou know'st the heart that thou hast made; 28591|It will but do at thy command. 28591|Take, Lord, my first offering-- 28591|My blood upon thy altar-stone! 28591|I will but break thy scourge; 28591|And, having broken, why then, God, 28591|Let me be broken--once for all. 28591|Lord, make me not to hate-- 28591|Thou know'st what I can never be; 28591|Bid me not love that thou dost not love-- 28591|Give me no vain hopes to slay, 28591|Nor make me not endure 28591|The bitterness of thy chastening rod. 28591|Take, Lord, my first offering-- 28591|My soul, O Lord, O heart of Mine! 28591|The love that makes all heaven and hell. 28591|The world has all the world-- 28591|None here but the love of thee-- 28591|Then make not my soul 28591|One sacrifice for the sins of others, 28591|But give my soul 28591|The gift of heart and faith-- 28591|Take it; I will not refuse. 28591|I have no power 28591|To put my love in any other sphere 28591|Than what lies in thine, Lord God, alone. 28591|I do not seek to make 28591|A slave of thee--for God is the Lord; 28591|I do not love--or hate--or scorn 28591|Thy life, O Lord; 28591|But, having loved so as to despise 28591|Thy world, O Lord, I do as thee. 28591|O Lord! if I could be 28591|As blest in thy love as thou in mine. 28591|If thou wouldst give me of thy wealth 28591|And, being blest, I of thy pride would be, 28591|Then I should have thy pride for mine-- 28591|Not a dull, indifferent, empty soul; 28591|Not to be high and boast and flaunt, 28591|But to be thy true man and true wife, 28591|O Lord! make me not too proud 28591|To do thy lowly duties well. 28591|O Lord! if ======================================== SAMPLE 14420 ======================================== 4331|We will not let any other way! 4331|Not over-glittering sunsets, 4331|Hollowed valleys and wide meadows, 4331|Pale, grey-green fields of reaping 4331|With wide moss overgrown; 4331|Not, where the grass is yellow-brown 4331|As the brown earth underneath. 4331|But our heart beats a richer note... 4331|A richer note through the blue 4331|Of the mountain and in the sea... 4331|The blood-red sun over all 4331|Till it fades like nothing,-- 4331|Till everything we know 4331|Takes a beauty, as old names 4331|Pass from hand to hand. 4331|We can look up and see 4331|Our hearts' love in the eyes; 4331|The kiss of love, that is given 4331|For a little hour; 4331|Like a sudden flower 4331|Out of a tree of flame. 4331|And our hearts say, 4331|"We give this word, this gift, 4331|And it lives and grows 4331|Until ages, ages long, 4331|We die into death; 4331|And as some little children 4331|Stand and laugh and play 4331|With love out of sight, 4331|When death and life are one." 4331|We come and go with the wind 4331|On the path made by desire; 4331|And the heart keeps tune by the sun 4331|Which we are longing for. 4331|We are the dream we were born to-- 4331|We the dreams that will be. 4331|We are the dream we were born to-- 4331|The hope and the fear of old; 4331|We are the dream we were born to 4331|The dream that never dies. 4331|We are the dream we were born to-- 4331|The freedom we know not how 4331|To dream of and dare and live 4331|For a change that's better than a dream 4331|With nothing to look for. 4331|As the mist on the mountain peak, 4331|As the rain on the flower 4331|Where the light rain falls all night, 4331|Though you be gone, 4331|You will return. 4331|With the wild wind over the sea, 4331|With the wild wind and snow, 4331|When the night is far spent, 4331|Will we ever go on? 4331|As a child which hears a name 4331|Who once heard it in youth, 4331|So now shall your name be 4331|When I am dead. 4331|For the wind and the snow are arouse; 4331|I feel it. 4331|In the heart of the night are no stars; 4331|No moonlight; 4331|The wind drives at a tree 4331|As a lark on the prow, 4331|And the stars are the twain of the nine that are in heaven. 4331|And the tree, which is the heart of the land, 4331|As a lark on the wings above, 4331|Will be the star in heaven. 4331|And the stars for you both on, 4331|I too may be star, 4331|In the heaven of heaven. 4331|The wind drives all night awhile, 4331|The snow blows on the ground; 4331|These are but signs the wise man see, 4331|Or the foolish man see. 4331|Though you be far, yet still your path 4331|With your feet is crooked; 4331|Though you be white, still your soul is tainted 4331|Though you be rich in gold, 4331|Yet you will go on the sad road by cold and heat 4331|As the wind goes west and the stars 4331|Over the deeps of the sky. 4331|The wind of change and the snow of time, 4331|The rain and flower and mist 4331|Bring but the dreams of a dreamer, 4331|We need dreams no less. 4331|The wind drives all night awhile, 4331|The snow blows round the door; 4331|The stars of heaven stand still evermore, 4331|For the heart and will of the one in whom God's grace 4331| ======================================== SAMPLE 14430 ======================================== 3160|The man, the hero, and the god, are at the gate; 3160|And yet, before the crowd with mighty sounds, 3160|And shouts to shouts, the crowd return'd in cheers! 3160|All fly the tyrant's grasp, and raise the shout: 3160|But all are fates, for Pallas owns the command, 3160|And from his lips a solemn doom descends 3160|By the fair power above! a fates unkind! 3160|As when the cloud conceals the orb supreme: 3160|A sudden hue o'erspreads the sky, and all 3160|The azure vault was changed to deep abysses, 3160|Then lighted on a spot of ground, concealed 3160|By sable leaves, a dark recess for love, 3160|From this great man: with tender art conceal'd, 3160|His gentle soul the victim of his ire. 3160|O thou, when fates thou rend'st me with thy woes! 3160|If any god be faithful as thou art, 3160|And faithful let the good man be thy foe, 3160|To whom shall I associate my poor cries 3160|And sighs, and my entreaties? Where shall I rest, 3160|On my fair throne, or where may now the ray 3160|That led me through the light! To thy court unknown, 3160|To see my loved Delos and my home return, 3160|To view the bright, but dark, abode of joy, 3160|And to renew, in happy days, the chase, 3160|Where now I rest, and mourn, and hope, and vow, 3160|With grief and anguish droop my head, and sink. 3160|"He ceased, and to the hallowed gates in haste 3160|Ascended; but when to the high vault there, 3160|From the pale shade withdrawn by the wise sire, 3160|Hector with hasty steps return'd at last. 3160|As when a bird whose mate the branchy wood 3160|In spring-time darts from far, emerging bright 3160|(Her mate now in the watery wilderness), 3160|With a new smile, and eager to pursue; 3160|Hovering at will o'er all the fragrant flow'rs, 3160|So hailed the haughty suitors; with disdain, 3160|Sway'd to my sad theme the melancholy shade: 3160|I pointed to the throne, and cried aloud: 3160|'Ah! would that Hector then had ne'er been born! 3160|If he has perish'd by the well-known doom! 3160|Or, haply, perished in this house of clay, 3160|In the deep dungeon that no more he seeks, 3160|In the dark dungeons of eternal sleep.' 3160|Then to my soul a grief I thus address'd: 3160|'O father! I am lost, and all my cares! 3160|How shall the sire, the son, the friend escape, 3160|Who me in this deep anguish must lament? 3160|O thou, who sitt'st, and reared'st the state of man, 3160|Sole lord of all the human race below, 3160|Who on the mighty trunk of godlike Jove 3160|Hast rais'd the mighty image of a god; 3160|If Jove's own arm can rise, from thy dark reign 3160|When godlike Hector, from the dust removed, 3160|With many others in immortal pomp, 3160|Wakes to revenge, the crime of all the host; 3160|How shalt thou feel, if to revenge thy wife, 3160|Lamenting thy son, and that sole lord, 3160|By all the blushes of an open grave! 3160|Or, if thyself atoned, by the world's vast fame, 3160|Perish the first-born through thy son's disgrace!' 3160|"Thus I and we in angry talk debate; 3160|At length Ulysses to the court returns: 3160|Then with a stately pace he hastes to seize 3160|The regal sceptre, in whose sceptre lies 3160|All that the gods so dearly cherish'd claim: 3160|From thence he wrests it; and his hands elate 3160|With victory, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 14440 ======================================== I saw that I might not escape 2620|In spite of these, and more, I saw the sea-weed, 2620|The meadows, the mountain-peaks, the sea. 2620|I saw them and I heard the music of all 2620|The sea-flowers and flowers of the water-sands. 2620|And I saw that I must rise and leave these things 2620|And rise again in the night to make me glad; 2620|But ah, with a little while her feet might fail 2620|To mount her, and no more would she climb to me! 2620|And ever so often with one swift step 2620|She snatched at me, till I was so far from her, 2620|That always she stood in the shadow of me. 2620|And when I saw that she found her sea-world sad 2620|I was sad, and still was she in the shadow. 2620|But when I saw her face lift from the sea, 2620|And I could see her eyes, that in a little while 2620|Had been shut for ever for their goodness, 2620|I was as one to whom the sea-mew sees 2620|The land all spread before her, and she runs 2620|To meet the sun in haste, and runs so fast 2620|She falls from out the sky, that flies, and falls: 2620|So, being one to meet the earth's sweet eyes, 2620|She runs to meet the sun, who looks on her. 2620|From the first day we fell 2620|We fell in the morning; 2620|It was the time 2620|When the sky was blue; 2620|The little cloudlets broke, 2620|The clouds were like blossoms; 2620|The waters laughed 2620|As the wind sang; 2620|But the little cloudlets shook, 2620|As the leaves on a tree; 2620|And I, in my mother's arms, 2620|Lying on the grass, heard, 2620|How quiet was the night, 2620|A little voice aloof, 2620|Singing of hills and snows, 2620|And snow and mountain-peaks. 2620|I lay on my mother's breast, 2620|And slept and dreamed with her 2620|Till into the morning 2620|I awoke from sleep 2620|In a world of my own making; 2620|I built a cottage fair 2620|With my own hands strong; 2620|I washed and made it good, 2620|I tended it, and fed it, 2620|From sunrise to sunset, 2620|And all the day long 2620|Singing, till it grew 2620|A little cottage green, 2620|And all the night long 2620|Singing, till it grew 2620|A little cottage green. 2620|And then there was a shadow 2620|That passed over my casement, 2620|And crossed the floor; and sitting down, 2620|I heard the rain 2620|Come whistling down the street, 2620|And then I heard it fall 2620|Through the window-pane; and then, 2620|It seemed the rain 2620|Passed through the window-grille: 2620|It was so loud, it was so like 2620|A thunder-cloud that gathers in the air,-- 2620|A thick, black mass, a white veil gathering and shrinking, 2620|And slowly the sun sinks downward in the west; 2620|And I sat in my chamber alone 2620|And dreamed a dream of a glinting river near, 2620|Which from the far-off village flowing, 2620|Like a white sail wafted out to sea, 2620|Seems dragging out to sea. 2620|I dreamed of a garden full of flowers, 2620|Deep paths that wound about the tree, 2620|And scurrying feet that ran along. 2620|And little girls and boys came forth 2620|Scared by the dream they heard near. 2620|And they danced down in the meadow place, 2620|With their little sparrow's nests, 2620|Which they left there to spoil their singing 2620|With rustling and the rain. 2620|There was a little man 2620|Who went a ======================================== SAMPLE 14450 ======================================== 1383|Held dear her words of wisdom! what had then 1383|Such sweet and precious worth? Then had he not 1383|Felt a strange and furtive glow among his senses, 1383|Nor found such fear an end to all his joy, 1383|As when the heart leaps to his lips and knows? 1383|O thou that art my life, thy life sustain 1383|In this great hour: let me be not afraid 1383|To try my courage for the love of thee. 1383|Thou art my life, let me be thy life sustain; 1383|I love thee, love the life that hath not name: 1383|This, this is my life-bonds; give it thy soul. 1383|Then, thou my star, come forth and blot me dim; 1383|This strange new spirit must for thee be new; 1383|Hers, who hath never known the heat of strife, 1383|Nor known the bitter guilt of passion's brink: 1383|Thy love, O Nature, in a world unseen, 1383|Lives in the heart, though the loved name alone 1383|Her soundless voice will hear and understand. 1383|O thou that on my thoughts dost hush thy wings, 1383|Thou Nature, in this hour of mortal ill, 1383|Let thy dear secret for my love be known: 1383|To see my love, though I should live, is seen. 1383|For love's sake let me not have death to fear, 1383|But let me live to look on thee and die. 1383|For life and love, our peace is like a snare, 1383|Thy shadow turns the very heart of me 1383|To thy white breast and thy white hands, my dear. 1383|I have no fear of death, I have no fears; 1383|That which o'er-stands to live, will live aright. 1383|Thou, with thy secret, not on me is hurled: 1383|I look to thee for all my life and days. 1383|I live to thee I die to thee. Let fall 1383|No death-blow for this hapless, weary world 1383|Of our weak love, that has no strength but thee. 1383|This little world, by thee created past 1383|And overtopping the next infinite, 1383|By thee I live, I die to thee, I live. 1383|Let go thy grip: let go this feeble arm: 1383|O Nature, by thee, the whole of earth 1383|Shall love, and do, and be, and multiply, 1383|And spring, and fill the green vales with life: 1383|No drossier stake in worlds of endless days 1383|Than this is spent on love, on hope, on love. 1383|The spring is sweet but in its spring-time; 1383|Life is not sweet till it is cooked. 1383|If once this prayer be not denied to me, 1383|I am the very sin against thine eye. 1383|And when the whole world in that prayer fails, 1383|So much of earth, so much of heaven fails, 1383|So much of earth, so much of heaven must fail. 1383|And what can be my life, my life with her, 1383|If thou reject me from thy life at last, 1383|The last of all my life: I will not dream. 1383|For if thou scorn, love has forgot to love. 1383|She smiles and blesses me for whom she blesses, 1383|And says to make me glad: "Let not your presence 1383|In this new dawn of the year, the spring, 1383|The season of all blossoms, be a moan. 1383|For the whole year will be a spring of flowers. 1383|And here shall spring of other springs produce 1383|Than ever yet the winter of the grave." 1383|But this is not this spring of life she tells; 1383|She does not even think that she is glad: 1383|She says "There must be some spring of tears 1383|For the world's decay: they will not come." 1383|She does not even feel her blessing falls. 1383|But I, in that last dream of Paradise, 1383| ======================================== SAMPLE 14460 ======================================== 42058|For it must be! 42058|"The King is dead!" I said to Mother Mary; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Mother Mary!" said she 42058|And smiled. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Father William; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Father William!" said he 42058|And smiled, as he passed. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Sergeant John; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Sergeant John!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Captain Johnson; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Captain Johnson!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Sergeant Johnson; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Sergeant Johnson!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to Captain Johnson; 42058|"Give me my faith, my Captain Johnson!" said she 42058|And smiled, as she turned. 42058|The King is dead!" I said to many 42058|That had gathered unto the field to see the battle; 42058|"What madness all! what madness all!" they said, 42058|"O Captain, our King is dead!" 42058|Where is our King? and where? and do we know 42058|How far he has fallen? 42058|He was the pride and joy and pride of France, 42058|Our stars and stripes adorning, 42058|Our oceans without a shore, our stars and bars, 42058|Our beaches without a bar. 42058|His wounds were little wounds, small as sin, 42058|A battlefield's bloody work, 42058|Where each brave soldier held his own again, 42058|To stand in order, face to face. 42058|Our hearts remember how he fell beside us all, 42058|By noisome trenches lying, 42058|And thine, England, our hearts remember how he fell. 42058|Our hearts remember how he fell beside us all, 42058|The little wounds we left unsaid, 42058|And deem the mighty war not lost, nor void, 42058|For all things come to them in space. 42058|The little wounds we left unsaid, 42058|Our souls remember, 42058|And in memory they forget again 42058|The little things that cost us dear. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|They fade not long, nor pine nor wither, 42058|But with more love than now they dwell 42058|By day and night, in joy and grief, 42058|In war, in peace, in peace again 42058|To live, to live--again, until all memory is vain. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|And yet are bright and tender, 42058|In the high spirit that lives on no naught, 42058|By day and night, in joy and grief; 42058|In war, in peace, in peace again, 42058|To live, to live--again, in joy and grief. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|For evermore we keep for dear, 42058|The little things that cost us dear: 42058|They are like stars upon the night; 42058|They are like blossoms by the tide; 42058|They are sweet things, indeed, and are divine, 42058|For we who keep them love them not less, 42058|We keep them bright in memory, 42058|We keep them sweet in memory. 42058|The little things that cost us dear, 42058|Are flowers that drop their tears for fear, 42058|Are stars that die; 42058|The little things that cost us dear. 42058|A year ago, the German patrol cut loose 42058|To sweep the waters. The sun sank in lustrous white, 42058|And in a moment the moon in glory lay 42058|Beneath the crimson twilight. On the farther shore 42058|The watch-dogs slept, the patrols slept, the swordsmen stayed; 42058|And the red dawn began to crawl, a flashing spear, 42058|Across the moonless, silver-crested shores of foam. 42058|Then up and sp ======================================== SAMPLE 14470 ======================================== 1958|A man, alas, whom it seems to me day by day I seek! 1958|But he must be a man, and in no other way than that; 1958|And, if I can but get of him a word, what need I ask? 1958|I do not think, he is at all the man he seems to be. 1958|Yes, yes, my friend! I can but ask this favor of the sea! 1958|I ask it for no other reason than that I ask you once more 1958|To go with me here at sea from our old ship in the bay." 1958|And after he had said this, there came on him from the sea 1958|The shadow of a long, white coat, and in the white cloak 1958|He saw a priest, and with the priest came a ship full of corn. 1958|"Ye have now brought, then, the corn to that place of town," said he. 1958|"Of corn? That were too mean, and you need have brought at least 1958|Half of the rent-roll of half a garret." 1958|It was the priest, and he was standing in the open street, 1958|As still as the sea itself; and with him a ship full of corn. 1958|"Then, my friend, here is a man, and he is very old, I think, 1958|But if he can but stay where he is, he will very soon get out, 1958|And see if he be worthy so great a gift." 1958|"And see, my good priest, if thou would'st know where I would be found, 1958|I'm in the village of Stapleton, to the little town of Clare. 1958|"I would, if we could only find him, the stranger in the bay! 1958|He'll come to our aid and rescue me!" 1958|"What must we do, then?" thought the priest, 1958|While his eyes were lifted up. 1958|And all the people stood and wondered and said:-- 1958|How very strange the very things befell him, 1958|Who in the midst of all those thousand people 1958|Stood alone, alone with himself; 1958|And with the poor people was of his own accord 1958|The little housewife, the little maid, 1958|The little scholar, and all the rest, 1958|And from his heart a deep sorrow sprung. 1958|Hiding himself and his thoughts, the little priest 1958|Held fast his place beside the sea, 1958|And for many a season sat as mute, 1958|But still the sorrow was unceasing. 1958|And that same priest, and that same priest's wife, 1958|Who never had seen him before, 1958|Ever after said, "How old is he! why goest thou alone?" 1958|"Alas!" the little priest was often told, 1958|When at the open deep sea-places, 1958|At daybreak, a light wind arose; 1958|"And there is a good ship, the _Comethanna_, 1958|Coming from that quarter of the sea, 1958|Which brings us the corn to our town of Clare." 1958|Where he in earnest went nothing cared for him! 1958|But from the same deep sorrow he became 1958|A very good pilot, as they said, 1958|And now the great ship came in sight again; 1958|The little priest's heart trembled like the storm, 1958|Yet he stood upright as ever before, 1958|And with his hands stood open to the breeze, 1958|And let one hand drift from the other, 1958|That he might take a look at his island land, 1958|And see if any one would take heed of him. 1958|He let his hand drift out from his side, and then 1958|He thought it time to let his own thoughts wander 1958|On what most he had heard; but first he spoke, 1958|And said,--"Alas, my soul! but this to me 1958|Is all the truth and I have ever had, 1958|There is no good reason nor will of mine 1958|In answer to any one of the sayings 1958|Which people say among them, whether true, 1958|Or false;--there is not a thing to move ======================================== SAMPLE 14480 ======================================== 1365|The whole earth is in the agony of its woes! 1365|For the sake of my country and my brother! 1365|Who is the lover of my life and my heart? 1365|Hath not the son of a prince or a princess 1365|The best portion of his lot to inherit, 1365|To guard it as in the days of his youth 1365|Through labor or peril? Shall I go up in pride 1365|To court the son I should not care to see? 1365|Hath he not chosen me of all the youth of the land? 1365|To be a mother to all I behold! 1365|This is the man the King is wooing to his bed, 1365|And my lips have said it; no voice has spoken it, 1365|But what is truth? And I will do. 1365|Behold the day 1365|Now has dawned; behold how now 1365|The dawn goes up! 1365|And all the birds of the air shall be scattered abroad, 1365|And all the flowers of the field be shorn and scattered, 1365|And every flower of the grass shall lie low in the dust, 1365|And every bird of the air shall fly the sky; 1365|And the King and his lover shall sit by the fire 1365|And drink their fill of the wine in silence! 1365|There is something in the morning of April, 1365|That makes it a day for my pleasures to be, 1365|And makes it a day for my love to be wooing, 1365|And makes it a day for my sorrows to be wrung. 1365|Oft have I said, but now my words grow hoarse; 1365|But it is not that I do not remember thee; 1365|'T is that the sun's light is not to be found in the west, 1365|There is a face in the sunset of many a love, 1365|And a glance in the sky of a many a love. 1365|I would I had not then thought of thee, 1365|Or dreamed of thee my life could change again by 1365|Thy smile, thy lips, or thy beauty's perfect form! 1365|Thou mak'st a night of a night, 1365|And a day comes back to the dim night 1365|With the new day's dawn. 1365|Why dost thou so forget me? 1365|I cannot leave thee, 1365|I do not wish to leave thee. 1365|If I am dead, what is it 1365|Shall make me forget me? 1365|Oh! that I were dead indeed, 1365|And thou wert with me here, 1365|And I were with thee, all alone. 1365|And yet these are not thee, 1365|Thou dost not love me; 1365|But, if thou wouldst have me loved 1365|I would not change my place with thee. 1365|Oh! it is not thee, 1365|Therefore thou dost not love me, 1365|It is the face and the eyes and the hair 1365|That give me hope, 1365|And teach me all a sweet delight. 1365|I will not change my place 1365|With thee! 1365|My lips will not hold mine arms! 1365|Yet, if thou wilt, I will let go 1365|My lips with kisses, that are sweet as flower, 1365|And let thy lips go wandering down, 1365|And make for me 1365|Some sweet end of love, 1365|And let death cease to be! 1365|O! if thou wilt, and let 1365|Thou keep no distance in me, 1365|I will love to be dead, 1365|But let life take thee by force! 1365|And thou wilt, and let my love. 1365|Now I will go from thee 1365|I have loved thee enough, 1365|So long as I shall live; 1365|I will go away from thy sight, 1365|And seek, beside the road, 1365|My love, beside the road, 1365|As a lover of thy beauty 1365|A lover will go by 1365|For love and not for gold, 1365|And I shall come back by night, ======================================== SAMPLE 14490 ======================================== 19221|I was young, and I was bold. 19221|But thou wert sad, and I was wise; 19221|And thou hast oft seen the day-- 19221|But I never may forget 19221|Whose likeness I have seen. 19221|I had a dear little Lover, 19221|So sturdy and so tall; 19221|And he was always wooing me, 19221|And wooing I was his; 19221|And every little thing that he did, 19221|I liked better than he. 19221|I had no money at all to dine; 19221|A friend I had--let him go; 19221|He paid me with a kiss when we parted-- 19221|And paid no further ado. 19221|But somewhere in the City, in the dead of night, 19221|I saw those three fair creatures lie, 19221|That are the stars of morning in my sight, 19221|And I have heard them say, 19221|"The stars and I are one." 19221|I said, "I'll go and see them;' said I; 19221|And I did go; 19221|And there they were, three of the three, 19221|The stars of morning, and the rest 19221|Of them that are the three 19221|The stars of morning, and the rest 19221|As plain as looks this light. 19221|Now, Isabel, Isabel dear, 19221|And Isabel, the lily-white, 19221|I've brought you flowers to wear; 19221|Be good, my little Isabel, 19221|And bloom before I go; 19221|Be good, my little Isabel, 19221|And bloom before I go. 19221|I wish I were where Helen goes, 19221|Or where Bess and George are led, 19221|I wish I were where Helen goes, 19221|Or where Bess and George are led. 19221|But I'm neither of these things, I'm out of tune, 19221|And you're to blame for being so so good and so so so so so so so, 19221|And really if it wasn't for my troubles you could do less 19221|And really if it wasn't for my troubles you could do more. 19221|'My dear little petunia, are you in good and health?' 19221|The little petunia reply'd with gentle voice, 19221|'I'm in honour; ah, by God, I'm in health! 19221|That little petunia, that little petunia, 19221|We love, and love so much, that we must see the world through! 19221|We love, and love so much, that the fairest we'll take to the tomb; 19221|For the poor thing is old Helen, and she's old and pale and poor, 19221|And you poor petunia, you may cry all you like, and deny 19221|I could never love you if you didn't love me, that's true, my dear, 19221|But ah, it's cruel, and it's dreadful, and it breaks my heart 19221|To think of poor Helen, the pretty and lovable Mary Light, 19221|Who you loved, but cannot love, while you are out of tune.' 19221|No, dear, you're all right, I assure you, I'm quite sure; 19221|And I'm sure you can tell me what's become of me, for I'm sure, 19221|No, dear, you're all right, I assure you, I'm quite sure. 19221|But I'm sure there's something wrong here, and perhaps it's not the place 19221|And that poor Mary is broken-hearted; 19221|And the first time I saw her, my tears ran down as I wept, 19221|And I wept, but I knew she was mine, for I heard her soft sighs. 19221|And the first time as I kissed her, for her sake I cried, 19221|And the second time I wept, and I knew, by the sound of her sobbing. 19221|So you're sure there's some cause that I broke your heart? 19221|Not you? why then perhaps I may have been too tender; 19221|But I knew this is nothing but a chance we've taken 19221|To kill the first match we come across. 19221|What! you're sorry ======================================== SAMPLE 14500 ======================================== 1279|He saw the bannocks on their way; 1279|The sun glid down like steel that shone; 1279|And while he look'd, his thoughts did run 1279|Like streams through hazy woods amain: 1279|His heart beat fast in every vein, 1279|He knew that he was happy yet, 1279|For, though his hopes were small and low, 1279|He loved his true-love,--he did know! 1279|And so, despite his hopes, a friend, 1279|Though lowly favoured and unblest, 1279|Had just had hope,--as I have oft, 1279|Ere chance had turn'd the favor'd face, 1279|And he was born, though poor as me. 1279|But now in life's slow middle-tide, 1279|Like slow prevailing tide of tide, 1279|His hopes were foaming on the wind, 1279|His heart beat fast in every vein; 1279|And as he thought of her he beat 1279|That poor little breast so warm and warm, 1279|The thought of her, like milk in hives, 1279|Ripened his heart, like rais'd cattle, 1279|And, when he breathe'd his last, his breath 1279|Was on her pale lips--that cold black sepulchre! 1279|"Her bones are dust, her blood is Rue; 1279|And I am but a poor Leech,-- 1279|So, though I take no share in the grave, 1279|And bid no spirit come to life, 1279|With willing hands I mend the world, 1279|And so, though I am but a Leech, 1279|I've something to give a Christian.' 1279|"O Thou, who saw'st the lonely sea, 1279|And saw'st the rocks, and saw'st mankind, 1279|O, say, shall I be blest to be 1279|Part of the joint and plccon party? 1279|Shall I not, by the same rules, 1279|Be both of us a Leech?" 1279|The answer came--a hearty "Ay!" 1279|For he was for the joint and plccon; 1279|So with all due pomp they met, 1279|And all sorts of curious things, 1279|From the odd, like horses' ears, 1279|To the long, like banners tall; 1279|For a joint and plccon his friends had made, 1279|The same with each and every one; 1279|'Twere hard to miss the joints as fine, 1279|Or the long arms, of jointed knights, 1279|Or the knees, or the thighs of the chiefs, 1279|Or the legs of the bucklers stout; 1279|And every one was sure of a joint 1279|Or a leg of a jointed knight: 1279|For one and all, with a straight face, 1279|With a firm step, and a will 1279|Like a steer that's seen, if you'll hear 1279|How the good Kirk went trotting through the town. 1279|And all did sport and dance and roam, 1279|If for any merriment they were in a passion, 1279|Or were in earnest of some great concern, 1279|Or were in hopes of some bad occasion; 1279|And no ill thought was there in a jest, 1279|Or an idle matter to be joked on; 1279|And all were sure of a joint or a leg, 1279|For a joint and plccon was in their blood; 1279|For a Kirk is but a joint and plccon, 1279|And a noble house no leg in their blood; 1279|So they all took up with a joint or a leg, 1279|And a joint and plccon was in their blood. 1279|If one of the jointed knights or the leg 1279|Had fallen into the way of a felon, 1279|Or even into the way of his good right arm, 1279|Or his eye, or his thigh, or his wrist, 1279|He might be made of good cheque and bond, 1279|And with bond might walk out again into town, 1279|But if by chance he found himself afloat 1279|In ======================================== SAMPLE 14510 ======================================== 18396|My bonnie lassie gat me sweet advice 18396|She wad na let the devil dee; 18396|For that would be a gos-lud to get it 18396|To wed her for a quarely fee; 18396|But I'll say my faut, wi' aching brow, 18396|This bonnie lassie wad na gae dead. 18396|"For faith," quo' she, "my ain dear dear, 18396|Your word on the laird o' yours an' me 18396|I wad not gi'e a siller lord, 18396|But o my honour, 18396|It's maks me gaun to my bonnie bairn." 18396|But hooly! gaun wad I be, my love, 18396|If that ye never could gi'e me grace 18396|To wed ye, 18396|It's maks me gaun to your bonnie bairn. 18396|Now, bonnie, bonnie, 18396|The daisy's in the glen-- 18396|Blinks, blinks my bonnie Jean, 18396|The bonnie worm's on her bed, 18396|My bonnie dear, 18396|The dew's within her cheek, 18396|My bonnie dear, 18396|The dew's within her cheek. 18396|My bonnie dear, 18396|The dew's within her cheek, 18396|The dew's within her cheek. 18396|Tune--"_I'll ne'er forget me for Robin Gray._" 18396|O that I were where'er I am, 18396|I would never gae to the town-- 18396|I'm far frae mony a dear lass, 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lassie. 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lass; 18396|Ah! braid her braid bane; 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lass; 18396|I lo'e mony a dear lassie. 18396|I gaed to see Willie Cook, 18396|Sae fast he gaed awa', 18396|And he gaed to oor side, 18396|A leal kiss o't for me. 18396|I'd no patience, poor witted thing, 18396|When maistly Willie came; 18396|He's quite in love, in love, 18396|I gat him mony a kiss, 18396|Ah! braid her braid bane! 18396|I gat him mony a kiss, 18396|He gat him mony a kiss, 18396|He's just off o'er the hills, 18396|For a' the powys o' the snaw, 18396|And he's just off o' the heather. 18396|Ae or two he's gane hame, 18396|To drink wi' his fellow brethren; 18396|But ay about me the third 18396|He's nane, he's nane. 18396|Tune--"_Mary, ah, my loved and lost._" 18396|Oh, wha wad be kaim ing at gowans? 18396|I'll gie whiles wham the kye come wham, 18396|And wham the kye come wham, and then, 18396|I'll gie wham the kye awa; 18396|I'll gie wham the kye awa, 18396|I'll gie wham the kye awa, 18396|The kye awa, the kye awa, 18396|The kye awa, the kye awa. 18396|He left his auld wife and a' her bairn, 18396|The weans they wadna leave the charler; 18396|But wha' wad winna let the charler whare he came, 18396|To the auld wife and a' her bairn? 18396|His ain wife, he left her and a' her bairn, 18396|And a' the bairns she left wi' him, 18396|Their master he left and a' the auld wife-- 18396|The auld wife and the a' the b ======================================== SAMPLE 14520 ======================================== 30357|From the dark cave of death? 30357|O ye that grieve, and grieve for the joys that are no more-- 30357|Come live with me again. 30357|"They lie on their faces, and weep upon their faces, 30357|They sleep for ever on their backs, 30357|And the dead cannot rise out of their graves, as we would have them, 30357|They died in war--in peace." 30357|Ye can give milk and honey for as cheap as you can stand; 30357|But when as the dead are grown white they are in a sorry plight; 30357|And the dead cannot rise out of their graves, as the poor man would. 30357|So come, my love, and live with me, 30357|Till the world be turned to wine. 30357|I have drunk wine of the world's riches, 30357|And I have drunk it with saints; 30357|But the very wine smelled worse than the richest embers. 30357|Go, then, go, my foot, go slow, 30357|And if you see my love, say, 30357|"It is nothing but wine of your pride and possession 30357|That makes her so divine." 30357|What makes her so divine? 30357|How the sun shines upon her head, 30357|Whose gold hair lieth all about; 30357|How her heart's in my own body, 30357|And her eyes meet mine as we go, 30357|Till you see me falling down and down, 30357|As a body fell down and adored! 30357|And when I rise again, say-- 30357|"Is her spirit with you, O fair 30357|"Fairest, still here in this place 30357|With all her love, and all her pride?" 30357|And at last, when that you have,-- 30357|Go back with me, my love, and dwell 30357|In the cave of the silent tomb. 30357|"Is love a sin?" the scholar cried, 30357|"Ay, a very sinful love! 30357|To all but blessedness it is good 30357|That he should love a maid; 30357|Let her love to you, and trust to you, 30357|And God will give you all three. 30357|Love, for a time, is sinfully fraught, 30357|And then, love's deadly wound." 30357|"But is love sinless?" the child asked. 30357|The wise man answered: "No; not really. 30357|You need a strong love, a sinless love, 30357|To bear one man's pains and care. 30357|And sinless loves, when sinless, grow, 30357|But loves of sinful maidenhood 30357|Do not, do not sinless, grow." 30357|"And what then?" the child asked again; 30357|"Is sin alone the sin?" 30357|"Yea, as sinful maidenhood 30357|Grows gross by vice and folly, 30357|So vice and folly by vice grow gross; 30357|And so do gouts of oil, 30357|And such are called vice by the children of men. 30357|But if they look about them well, 30357|And see the world afar, 30357|And see the faces of men lovely and dear, 30357|And when they find love, shall they make love of it, 30357|Or love alone?" O happy child! 30357|Give her but this smile to give, 30357|No more, no more: 30357|The child would have her leave all things, 30357|Yet all things were not kind. 30357|No, Nay! that smile's sufficient unto that end 30357|Her heart to lull; 30357|To wake their love 'twixt life and death. 30357|The wise man was wise: 30357|The foolish man he bewitched. 30357|Love and folly go hand in hand: 30357|This man's folly, love; and this's love again. 30357|A foolish man might have an excellent mind, 30357|A foolish man might have the wisdom of a sage; 30357|A foolish man might have the soul of any one, 30357|A foolish man might understand the sun: 30357|But all the wise go mad, and ere ======================================== SAMPLE 14530 ======================================== 34331|Thou'rt my dear, fair lady, and I love thee! 34331|When at midnight, and when morning's light's begun, 34331|And she lifts up her eyes, her very soul 34331|Peers through its mortal prison, 34331|As through a gash made by a crooked blade; 34331|Like the diamond peepeth, 34331|And like a ratchet's ears 34331|A minute's look, and then is gone; 34331|And then it is never a look again. 34331|It is not that I am sad to see thee cease from life; 34331|Though to be dear is not to be at peace; 34331|It is not grief to have a friend that's gone so far, 34331|It is not pity to be sad at all; 34331|And yet one day, I trow, when I was sad to see, 34331|I must have known the day when thy dear feet trod 34331|The earth, and thy dear eyes had risen to be 34331|Far from the earth and stars, and the sun's low brink; 34331|And I had walked and walked in the light of day 34331|And trod that way myself. 34331|'Twere pleasant, I think, to walk that way so still, 34331|And be so near the dear ones we love, 34331|And see how thou didst love them and work for us; 34331|And if thou didst love them, could it be to do 34331|The things we ask, 34331|And give the things we ask? 34331|What will I do? 34331|I'll not love you, any more. 34331|I'll not be good to you. 34331|But, sweet, do what I can.' 34331|'Why dost thou speak 34331|So strangely to me? 34331|Dost love me, then, then?' 34331|The sky shines out so clear, the moon is in the sky, 34331|And it is beautiful to be so near the fire; 34331|But I know that somewhere, somewhere far away, 34331|Love goes weeping and is looking out for me. 34331|When my dear love comes to me after my walk's done, 34331|And smiles at the old porch and old walls and old stuff, 34331|The old chairs, the old table, and the old chair on the wall, 34331|And looks out over the house--I feel like a bird. 34331|I know that somewhere, somewhere far away, 34331|Love goes weeping and is looking out for me. 34331|When my dear love comes to me after my walk's done, 34331|And sits at the door, and listens for my feet, 34331|And flings old things about the old room to burn, 34331|I know that somewhere, somewhere far away, 34331|Love goes weeping and is looking out for me. 34331|The window faces the yard, 34331|And I go by my darling's side 34331|To meet the morning sun, 34331|As it rises from the garden 34331|And joins the lines of light 34331|Along the western sky. 34331|My darling does not greet me, 34331|She does not hear my call, 34331|But hides her face within her hands 34331|And curls her golden hair, 34331|And then before my feet she hastens 34331|And down the path doth go, 34331|And I behold her in the wood 34331|Where she began her play, 34331|And then I follow where she led 34331|Along the dappled green, 34331|Till she came to a brook where the brook flows, 34331|And the brook flows to the sea, 34331|Where it sings in the moonlight bright 34331|To a sleeping rivulet. 34331|I took the bough to win her 34331|That grew among the trees, 34331|I bended down the stems deep, 34331|And brought them into the brook, 34331|And it was over. 34331|Then the water ran in the boat, 34331|And the waves ran beside, 34331|And I saw the baby's lips 34331|And I loved her there. 34331|My dearling and her mother 34331|They are singing ======================================== SAMPLE 14540 ======================================== 24869|Brought forth with a sad face, and mourned the woe. 24869|Then did it rage and riot, and the rain 24869|Filled all the valleys, and the sky was drenched, 24869|And the thick clouds of dampness, dark and thick, 24869|Pelted the ground with water, and the sun 24869|Came showering the hail from off the mountain side. 24869|The people, by such a night of fear 24869|Deluged, came forth at sunrise in town, 24869|With many a wail that mingled with the sound 24869|Of wailing waters through a troubled air. 24869|They found the King of Gods in solitude, 24869|Worn out with cares and labours of the day, 24869|Worn out with toil and labouring toil 24869|For no apparent end, the while his eyes 24869|Rested on the clouds of woe that rolled 24869|Like waters rushing down a mountain height: 24869|“Woe, woe, for Ráma: in his anguish he views 24869|O’erlooking heaven and earth, and yet will see 24869|No end to his long toil. O! let him rest 24869|To-day of this dreary grief. His spirit, he 24869|Will, if the Gods in the dark worlds abide, 24869|Foretold the future fate of all his race. 24869|His face is like a cloud: his brows are grey. 24869|But we can only guess at birth and death, 24869|For his unerring vision sees naught but wrath. 24869|His look is sad, his eye is troubled sore, 24869|And the long hair, o’er his forehead piled, 24869|Sighs at the pangs of his devouring grief. 24869|As one whose angry soul is filled 24869|With thoughts which can neither rest nor stay, 24869|His heart with grief is full, his eyes with fire. 24869|As one grown old and full of years, 24869|He is of mighty men, I ween, 24869|Who feels his frame with spirit fraught, 24869|But cannot find a quiet seat. 24869|With heavy sighs, he calls, and sobs, 24869|And, all his spirit quivering, groans, 24869|As though his strength were now grown blind, 24869|And his eyesight dimmed, and his sight nigh snapped, 24869|With his dear friends, who know him well. 24869|O, what is life like here below? 24869|We know not, but our sorrows here 24869|Are worse than words which speak the pain 24869|Made palpable by grief and loss. 24869|The woe the soul of Ráma feels 24869|Comes not from any hand or breast; 24869|But Sítá’s grief the woe is wrought 24869|Through the great death of her lord, 24869|Who fell in battle, like a God, 24869|Beside the hundred-oared vessel.” 24869|Then to an inner room the pair 24869|Of angels moved whose names are known, 24869|And reached the spacious room and stood 24869|Before its lord whose glory was, 24869|And the great lord of heavenly light, 24869|The heavenly-votful Vidarbha’s King. 24869|He gazed with wide-eyed reverence 24869|On a bright car that shone from far, 24869|And on his offspring, both, arrayed 24869|In dazzling glory on the tree, 24869|Which, as they gazed, the Vánar bands 24869|Arose in joyful tambour’s cry, 24869|And Ráma with the flower-de-luce(974) 24869|Spake thus, his captive in his breast: 24869|“Welcome, and see the King is mine. 24869|The Lord of hosts, the Lord of Speech, 24869|I sought from far to gain release 24869|From this my woes and sufferings: 24869|And, glad in this great glad amends, 24869|The Vánar host, our guest and guide, 24869|My captive in his heart I see 24869|Won by my ======================================== SAMPLE 14550 ======================================== 16452|The hero-warriors of the Argive train 16452|Of Ilium first encounter'd him afar, 16452|In the Achaian camp, on a low spot 16452|Of ground where he sat not, but on rock 16452|By Pallas' altar sate. Nor would he, 16452|The son of Menoetius, that the word 16452|Of Jove's high pleasure might be thus performed, 16452|With eager voice implor'd the warrior-king; 16452|But not with so much vigor as he spake, 16452|But that the Gods, who in the form divine 16452|Had all prepared for him, on a sudden 16452|His valiant soul, by terror fired, he fill'd, 16452|And, thus imploring, cried aloud: 16452|Ah! never did my soul, in all the wanderings 16452|Of this vast wilderness, behold a more 16452|Bolder than yourself, who, now, these walls o'erthrong'd, 16452|In no uncertain contest of a race 16452|Full faced with dangers, nor in manly force 16452|Allured at all to rash expedition. 16452|But, now, ye now have all this world, my friends, 16452|For, as to one who in his youthful days 16452|Hath seen the past ages stand, so stand these walls, 16452|Both now and never again, secure 16452|From all assault and conquest, and from war 16452|Those Achaean hosts who now are slain. 16452|Then answer from the well-appointed Chief I made. 16452|Oh, Sire! a Chief like mine who has been slain 16452|By Hector had been of a renowned fame, 16452|Now should in war, in all renown, be dead. 16452|Hector, who in my service lately stood 16452|O'er all the sons of Greece, shall never more 16452|In the fierce war this arm prevail, and all 16452|My spear, no, not though the winds were all still 16452|In winter-time, as they were in that old day, 16452|Should fail my body, and the clouds above 16452|With falling showers should still unbind the bow. 16452|In my own tent I sit, and in my tent 16452|The sons of Greece are gathered, who to fight 16452|Have come prepared, and with them Hector's self. 16452|But say, illustrious Chief! shall not the son 16452|Of Tydeus, Nestor, with his warrior band, 16452|His brother-warriors, and his sister's son, 16452|The Thracian Dardanian, all, come here 16452|To meet our warlike folk, in hope to take 16452|A Chief to his own bands of horse no less? 16452|Brave as they are, they know not the way home 16452|By which to reach you. Be it yours to find 16452|A host all valiant, brave and skilful to slay 16452|With hand unskill'd, and from his van return 16452|To Ilium. But since to these my tent 16452|I have sent them, here I summon you all. 16452|I would exhort you, all who will not go, 16452|To arms; for I will prove to you, myself, 16452|Hector and all his Trojan followers 16452|A man indeed.--But Chief of worthier strain! 16452|Achilles, go, though with me much preferr'd. 16452|Whom now the Gods in council and in field 16452|Vouchsafe him counsels by the mighty Ruler 16452|Neptune, and that high-favored chief who dwells 16452|In Pallas' sacred temple, Neptune; and the son 16452|Of Ocean, King Proilus, and thou, 16452|Thee for all future victory to thee accord. 16452|For Jove bids not that thou, at thy father's nod, 16452|Bring to the onset of the fight a few 16452|Of all the Myrmidonian maids the bravest, 16452|Of whom the fairest and the noblest are. 16452|To thee, whose wisdom and discernment both, 16452|And with the Gods in council, are not far'd. 16452|So spake Achilles, and with ======================================== SAMPLE 14560 ======================================== May 22421|Her charms be all aflare. 22421|Now at thy feet I'll fall. 22421|The world is all before me: 22421|And I will find my lady: 22421|Wake she, and give me kiss. 22421|In this last-mentioned place, 22421|I'll sup and weep till I; 22421|Lament, and then I'll go 22421|And go before my mistress. 22421|_Germ._ The third letter of this chapter only is signed "St. Germains and the 22421|That all the world was good to him, 22421|For which God sends the Devil. 22421|In that place the Devil does rest 22421|'Gainst him is none ava, 22421|But, when him wanteth power, he 22421|Himself doth love him best. 22421|If any one find it hard, 22421|To do his Master's will, 22421|Weeping it can his will do, 22421|And give it more than he. 22421|When He has doffed his vesture black 22421|All for a night or two; 22421|If He wear it again for two 22421|Weeping that day we see. 22421|No nightingale now sings and plays 22421|More music than the nightingale; 22421|Each one has bankes of pearls in his hair, 22421|And rings in his finger tips. 22421|In all things that are not gold, 22421|There's none so new or fine; 22421|He is the only coin of worth, 22421|So the King's Bible most. 22421|_Chorus of Theosophists._ 22421|The King's Bible is worth all gold; 22421|And every one that it gives 22421|Pays for each day he has not spent 22421|The King a tribute of thanks. 22421|_Theosophy_, _Theosophical doctrine_. 22421|Sorrow, I do confess, is thy birth, 22421|But I do hope it may not be 22421|Unwelcome there 22421|Unto my sweet, 22421|Because I do confess that I 22421|Thy father were. 22421|Sighs, sighs, that are very tears. 22421|_Sighs are only like petals of the rose 22421|Which come and go with the day_. 22421|The giddy train that throng in vain 22421|Hath all a mighty train around; 22421|Some part to rhyme are like to run, 22421|Most like to dance. 22421|The first, the phoenix, flirting here; 22421|The other, the fire-fly, there. 22421|The furies, in a different sort. 22421|The rest are such, or like to be, 22421|But none so famous as they. 22421|No other people in the world, 22421|But are the dearest, most divine; 22421|Who are not thus are 22421|The slaves of chance, 22421|And the true-love, 22421|Or the fables 22421|Of the world, 22421|Which in a trice, 22421|Like to the roses, 22421|They bring out of their sepulchre. 22421|But thou, fair Faun, art like 22421|To the sun-shine, to the spring, 22421|To the flower-clogs their own sun; 22421|Thy bright eyes, thy mouth, thy hands; 22421|That neither do offend 22421|The dearest parts of these three (though 22421|With the rest they are well arrayed); 22421|Yet are they the most 22421|Distinguished of all the four. 22421|The third, the hawk, is bird, and thus 22421|Applies the names to each one's case; 22421|While thou, thou doest most affront 22421|Every thing else by thy surpassing. 22421|Now, my dear Erycine, I pray 22421|That with the sacred-pidder you'll join, 22421|As much as I do, 22421|That you may do the same, 22421|If not quite, quite rather, in this line. ======================================== SAMPLE 14570 ======================================== 8187|Away in the West--and the sun is gone 8187|To the regions where, beneath that palm, 8187|The wild-flowers of the West are born. 8187|In the days when Love gave all he had, 8187|To woo his daughter, he was gone; 8187|And the world looked upon him with love 8187|And bid him come back, like-beaming, fair. 8187|When last Love came back, he was young, 8187|As now he is old and gray; 8187|He'd lived the happiest years of his life. 8187|But the bloom was vanished, too, of his face:-- 8187|Oh, you who can look, in the fading light, 8187|Through the veil of night, can not see the shine 8187|The bright eyes cast up to the stars above-- 8187|Oh, you who might--think of the pain then coming, 8187|Before Love was but a name or a dream!-- 8187|Think of his grief when his dear bride looked cold, 8187|The little light-eyed maiden--oh! cold! 8187|Oh, he's thinking of her, and thinking, 8187|With an eye that's still as a star, of his 8187|Pale daughter--oh, pale! with an eye that's still! 8187|Oh, he's thinking of her, and thinking, 8187|While the moon from her face looks low, of his 8187|Pale daughter--oh, pale! with an eye that's still! 8187|The heart of the maiden is heavy and low, 8187|And her arms lie round her as if she prayed 8187|They were clasped about _her_ once, and not _him_. 8187|For Love is a living, breathing spirit; 8187|And should not the soul _of_ the living be near 8187|The _head_ of the dead--God grant it so!-- 8187|The heart of the maiden is heavy and low, 8187|And her arms lie round her as if she prayed, 8187|For _him_, she was once the fair, young child 8187|Of _a_ Love--oh, he's thinking of her, and thinking, 8187|So full of the dreams that he dreamed of her, 8187|That he cannot bring back to mind the last, 8187|Sorrowful words she hath spoken to him. 8187|Oh, the poor love! oh, oh, how he loathes it-- 8187|In his heart alone--oh, he will sleep not, now! 8187|All through the day was the sunbeams: 8187|How the maiden with a tear, 8187|When she saw the sunset come; 8187|And her arms, she said, were a shroud-- 8187|A shroud, she said to her lover, 8187|And she could feel in the midst 8187|The soft breeze that came from the west, 8187|Like a sigh from that heart of hers. 8187|But the sun was a star,--it rose 8187|So still, and so great, and so pale! 8187|Oh, it will be a dream in the night, 8187|She thought, as she gazed to him; 8187|When as a shroud--for the soul, alas! 8187|Must be but a shroud, ere long-- 8187|Was made of the golden light. 8187|And oh, her lover was pale again,-- 8187|Too pale! but not for fear,--he said, 8187|And drew her to him, one last kiss-- 8187|For she was aye there, oh, he said, 8187|At his side when the light ended. 8187|Now, the sweet maid was in tears, 8187|With her eyes half-lifted _there_, 8187|And, oh, God, if the child 8187|That was his own for such years 8187|Had never been known unto her-- 8187|Had never been known unto her! 8187|Now, ah, can she think it _might_ be 8187|That she should have seen him thus? 8187|But, oh, her grief and her tears, 8187|But, ah, her death, with her death, 8187|Were then at his side--at his side 8187|When her eyes had ======================================== SAMPLE 14580 ======================================== 19221|Which they of old, 19221|With awe on the mountains gazing, 19221|For the first time 19221|Beheld the far-resplendent glory 19221|Of the light 19221|That from summer clouds is dawning; 19221|The morning star-- 19221|Who now was lagging behind, 19221|But that his hourly race was over, 19221|And that to-morrow's morn might see him coming, 19221|He would slacken his pace; 19221|And would to you-- 19221|Dear children,-- 19221|Rouse, let us away. 19221|And so let us away. 19221|O keep your vows, and-- 19221|Take another kiss, my dear, 19221|And one more greeting from me; 19221|That we together may travel 19221|By the wayside path, 19221|From hence, till we meet again.... 19221|Keep your vows! 19221|And bring me my harp again; 19221|My dear loved Nancy, come again; 19221|I'll sing you a wild song, in praise of old, 19221|That so oft hath pleased me: 19221|That so oft hath pleased me. 19221|For, young was I, and yet 19221|No one thought that I was young; 19221|And yet I loved you so, Nancy, Nancy, Nancy, 19221|That, when other men my love did gain, 19221|I thought I was with you in bliss: 19221|That, when any thought was given to me, 19221|To love you more and more, 19221|And my true love you loved, Nancy, Nancy, 19221|In wilder thought I never meant: 19221|In wilder thought I never meant. 19221|In my young years, when I alone had lived, 19221|I had not a dove a roost, but we did fly: 19221|And when I think how many gentle friends 19221|Have past us in this life of sorrow and pain, 19221|And the sweet heart with sin and misery dol'd, 19221|I love you so, Nancy, Nancy, dearly dear! 19221|In my young years, when a young heart did beat, 19221|I had not a friend to guide me on the way; 19221|For, whether I walked, or sat, or toiled, 19221|My heart was in my youth friends were always near. 19221|Now I think, though I never could see, hear, 19221|Touch, taste, smell, think, or feel, or think again, 19221|How I wasted a dear friend--for what can live 19221|A little space where it is touched and plann'd? 19221|And all the fond love I did lose thereat---- 19221|O, Nancy, Nancy, dear beloved Nancy, 19221|That never did miss me, though I hurried away! 19221|Then where is my lost pride? and where my joy? 19221|Where is my youth? and where my dear devoted mind? 19221|Nay, Nancy, let me love! 19221|Love is the spring of our strength; 19221|It is the freshness of youth: 19221|It is the fullness of love: 19221|The sun of our eyes, the wind of our breath. 19221|Nay, Nancy, let me love! 19221|Love is the spring of our hope; 19221|It is the breath of our trust: 19221|It is the living breath of our hope 19221|Nay, Nancy, let me love! 19221|Love is the spring of our trust; 19221|It is the living breath of our hope 19221|To life and the light of the day; 19221|It is life's breath that we breathe: 19221|To life and the light of the day. 19221|We may love in a hundred ways; 19221|We may wed in a hundred rings; 19221|We may swim in a hundred tides; 19221|We may tarry at a hundred lin; 19221|We may pray in a hundred ways; 19221|We may be down, or up, or down; 19221|We may give, or we may not give: 19221|And if we've had our old love, 19221|We may weep, or ======================================== SAMPLE 14590 ======================================== 10602|But soon the moon was eclips'd, which made the skye 10602|In shadowed watry look farre more grey. 10602|And then the night is passed, that past away; 10602|And all the rest aboute was wrapt in dark, 10602|Till to the fyrst part of the moon it was: 10602|All stars, and sun, and day, and night, behold 10602|Huge shadows hanging over twinkling bars. 10602|So comes it, but for wanting of these 10602|The world were now an hundred times lesse; 10602|For every part is now so few, that here, 10602|If earth were in the upper most, we should be: 10602|So that, when this world had finished, litle 10602|Was half of that which next was begun; 10602|And then there seemed to hover some in air 10602|And some were falling downe; and then to spred 10602|The ground, the land was thought by this to come, 10602|And then the hills were seen to lower downe. 10602|So this great miracle do I entreat, 10602|So this great mystery doth my wits confound: 10602|To whom God shall himselfe declare. 10602|"But loe! how different from the nature 10602|Of things, which I have said above, 10602|If that which is below thereon 10602|Turnes the heavens selfe unto fire, 10602|And that which is above take thought of nought, 10602|Being all in dissension bound!" 10602|So oft the sun himselfe hath mended his owne, 10602|When his ablution the world doth so mend, 10602|That he himselfe his selfe mended eueryth, 10602|In the high heauen of that bright world: 10602|And then the skies were red, and then the sun 10602|Was change to the moon, and then th'heavens waxed 10602|Innesse of him which in hem sate at first, 10602|And of his owne faire eyes a light did light, 10602|And out of his owne fair eyes lighted th'heavens more. 10602|Yet this was not the whole motion of the God, 10602|Which in that change took in the heaven with his, 10602|That was the greatest to that soule in whom 10602|That which is in him vayne and vanitie. 10602|For then his light (which was all in him) 10602|Was like to that of Venus in this world, 10602|But fairer, because it was as shee shalbe. 10602|The moones so farre, the hills so high, 10602|The sun, the moon, and all the rest, 10602|Doe not excel this heauenly fowle, 10602|That in her course with speedles staunched 10602|And tired of that shee must needs retire, 10602|And as shee swelleth to be at rest, 10602|So this faire soule doeth her to rest: 10602|And as shee riseth, shee is so nigh; 10602|That the world, which still with wonder grieves, 10602|Can well beholde how this goodly fowle 10602|Is shaken to the very earth, 10602|By her great weight, so that in height 10602|It seems to be a little spheare: 10602|And as shee swelleth to be at rest, 10602|I fynd it none but the rereaterers 10602|Would of anie thing so great softely 10602|Bewaile their eyes, which to behold 10602|Would make them somtimes to weepe and pant 10602|For space, and pant for sight of her, 10602|And for the space which is to them a weepe; 10602|For sight of that which they doe adore, 10602|And which at times the heaven above 10602|Will make all nature to appeare, 10602|Will make the heavens pant to be at rest. 10602|These wondrous mountains are so high and strong, 10602|That to be th'art they most doth amazide; 10602|Whence it is an ======================================== SAMPLE 14600 ======================================== 18396|Auld gray-beard wi' the quavering tongue, 18396|Wha langs in Ponton oot, 18396|Wha 's like to find his hairt sae strak' 18396|Wi' the quaverin' tongue o' Fergus 18396|The mither of our ain James. 18396|Auld gray-bearded wi' the squintin' e'e, 18396|The kirk-men are gaun to gie thee a'! 18396|Wha 's aften claes wi' the lave cheek, 18396|Wha aften wides mair than yon, 18396|Wha aften hauds his faucht, and then weaves 18396|Wi' the lang, lang tongs o' Fergus. 18396|A luve ewe wi' the hair o' her brak, 18396|Wha 's in her micht as weel's she had, 18396|Wha ne'er sees her mither grah o' gude, 18396|Wha ne'er 's to gie his flichterin' tongue 18396|La! thou canna be maist luveless brock. 18396|Wi' the spinnin' o' your lang, lang fingers, 18396|Ye 'll soon gang doun thy braw stanes, 18396|An' thou 'rt aye to win thy ain fare, 18396|Wha, in auld Langshire, canna be Maist. 18396|What wad ye think? I was but a lad, 18396|When a' was fowk about me a'; 18396|Yet I lo'e auld or young wha will, 18396|Sae fit to gang, aye let me be. 18396|Sic folk were sae twice as happy auld, 18396|As is now the law in this town, 18396|Wi' the spinnin' o't or the whunstane, 18396|I trow thou 'rt noa fit eneugh. 18396|My name is Mess John, gude to both my aunts; 18396|The fairest man that ever ye did see; 18396|I'm sure thou 'lt grant me to be thy wife, 18396|Or I'le drive thee frae me this day. 18396|But if thou canna, by gracious fate, 18396|This life wad be very mony a bliss: 18396|I'll gang thee daily dayes, and day, 18396|This night thou must the wardrobes mend: 18396|And I will gie thy candle light, 18396|And make thee mantel-cases requir'd, 18396|Wi' silver fanquis, silver pipe, 18396|And gowd sae wif like thysel wi' gleems, 18396|A bonnie boddice to garrete, 18396|And be her dopper and her boddice. 18396|O! thou art a sair kind of man! 18396|I lo'e thee more THAN bliss alone: 18396|And I maun leave my auld father's dwelling, 18396|To have in my hands a poor child's love; 18396|For thou art a lovely child, fair as Belle, 18396|A bonnie, plump, pretty, plump young woman. 18396|And O, if the world wad let me but go, 18396|And make me LUCY VALE my guide, 18396|And I were fair as Dian's daughter, 18396|I lo'e it--wishful, I lo'e it so! 18396|I could be like Dian's daughter, 18396|That lovely young woman, LUCY VALE, 18396|And e'en enjoy the pleasures I enjoy, 18396|Saying, "This life is best as Dian's daughter, 18396|While LOVE and I can live on the lees, 18396|And eat up the evening for food, 18396|Wi' O, but the maid, a bonnie daughter." 18396|Yestreen I saw a woman very fair, 18396|A wife, and thou wert she for certain; 18396|For that thou cam'st wi' a woman's face, 18396|To seek a wife, the fairest I see; ======================================== SAMPLE 14610 ======================================== 3698|Where a gay young wife has won the love 3698|Of many a handsome and good-natured youth.-- 3698|It may be the young farmer's darling child, 3698|With his white hair flowing high behind, 3698|And his soft-toned cheek, and the light of his eye 3698|Full of something above its truth and its worth; 3698|Or it may be the fair young wife, 3698|With her own dark brown eyes, and her own bright brown, 3698|And a face and a fashion so new that, were it not 3698|The portrait of the new and the fair, 3698|It would bring forth a nation of wonderment! 3698|Nor is it aught but his fault who goes hence 3698|As his fair daughter to the school of grief, 3698|In the midst of her young and her bewitching play 3698|By the wayside, half-nude and half-fed, 3698|While she tries the flowers' bitter breath 3698|At the grass' edge with hands as light 3698|As the little hand of any child under six, 3698|As the bright round hand of any six, 3698|While weeping and laughing, 3698|And laughing and weeping, 3698|As if in their mothers' arms they should fall asleep. 3698|But, when they find they are weak, with long years she must die; 3698|Her tender mother sees the tender mother's pain, 3698|But no help for her father's sickness that could not rest. 3698|The father's wife takes her children to her bed, 3698|And in the midst of the world's tumult she goes there, 3698|And her sweet white hand to the father's breast doth go, 3698|And the father finds her, 3698|And asks if he well 3698|Her babe sleeps, 3698|With nothing of mischief keeping his quiet dreams; 3698|To his breast, that is folded so close about, 3698|She turns her pale child with an innocent surprise, 3698|And he loves her like all the other things he sees. 3698|He hears her soft tones singing and pleasing, 3698|He hears his daughter, as if her beauty were his own, 3698|His darling in sooth, but as if all love was his own. 3698|O sweet and young was she as an angel may be, 3698|And beautiful on her lips as her face in the air. 3698|Her voice was like the music of the spheres; 3698|'Twas music on which the winds would prevail, 3698|While in her cheeks were bright colours of heaven 3698|And in her eyes a soft look, but in her heart 3698|Was as sweetest, as she loved him best of all. 3698|Her cheeks were like the mottled hills of his fair domain, 3698|The fairest, or the least of all birds there; 3698|And her voice was like the choral of the winds; 3698|'Twas music from her own soft voice of love, 3698|That in his soul would ever ever pass, 3698|As in his were the highest, the humblest aught, 3698|Till the full rapture would overflow his heart, 3698|For he was loved, and he was good, no more 3698|Save as the heart in him, and as sweet as the dew. 3698|And they who think her short and modest, 3698|His mother, that was dear, 3698|Will call her as if she is his wife, 3698|And yet, no doubt, his child, 3698|For very shame, she would not have her own 3698|Unless he called her as her mother,-- 3698|And, my good friend, you are right 3698|That, were a love this high, this loving, 3698|He had no care for me, 3698|And that his heart had no part 3698|Till that I came, I am sure 3698|That I was as happy as any tree 3698|That builds on earth, and lives on earth, 3698|For in myself I would no change, 3698|Unless I was like him and his son, 3698|And, like me, were as kind and just and true. 3698|What would he gain, but that, as I said, 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 14620 ======================================== 24216|"Is she the one that I have loved?" 24216|Then all the rest turned pale, and gazed, 24216|All at the sight that startled them. 24216|All the world's wide course round the sun 24216|They saw the rainbow in the sky, 24216|And hear the dashing of the rain, 24216|And see the cloudlet sail away. 24216|"Is it the maiden that I have lost?" 24216|Then, through the deep twilight, they saw 24216|Two white sparrows sailing fast, 24216|One on its feather, and the other 24216|On the lone wave of the sea.-- 24216|"Oh! is it thou, my love, my own, 24216|That hast followed so far to me?" 24216|Oh! what a sorrow, as the day went by, 24216|To see the pale-faced maiden pass! 24216|For oft, where her sad eyes had fallen, 24216|The wistful, wandering sparrows came. 24216|The maiden, when she heard the sparrows' wings, 24216|She said would see, but never came, 24216|But went with tears across the sea, 24216|While she, the sweetest of all things, 24216|A lone sea-spoon took from her lap, 24216|And left it on a lone lonely beach. 24216|But, in the evening, when the twilight fell 24216|On many a world and many a home, 24216|From a dark cloud she emerged again, 24216|And with sweet voices prayed for peace. 24216|For the sorrowing and sorrowful maid 24216|Was there, and bowed her mournful head; 24216|And the white sparrows flew around, 24216|And there the winds of autumn blew, 24216|And, with a plaintive voice, she said: 24216|"Oh, that thy lovely voice was mute. 24216|Oh, that thy lovely name had died 24216|Like summer clouds in the early air?" 24216|Then the gentle maid bent down and said, 24216|"Oh! my own sparrow, fly you home! 24216|Fly home to thee!" and you know 24216|That, under boughs and flowers and leaf, 24216|With many a piteous sigh, 24216|And eyes that were wet into tears, 24216|She left a path of sighs, 24216|When on earth she heard the wail 24216|As the wind, mournful, wailed to-day. 24216|Oh! the sun, who shines in beauty 24216|With eyes full of calm light, 24216|Where are you hiding? 24216|Come, come away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|Through the clouds that are sweeping! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|With hair as soft as snow, 24216|And lips that have so many smiles! 24216|Come, come away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|Through the clouds that are falling! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|With feet as swift as the blast, 24216|And hair that hath many a blush! 24216|Come, come away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|Through the clouds that are blowing! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty, 24216|With hair so thin and brown, 24216|And brow as clear as if you were 24216|The Queen of Heaven's garden! 24216|Come, come away, away, away! 24216|Oh! what strange beauty 24216|Through the clouds that are falling! 24216|And a heart to love and be loved, 24216|And a voice to speak, and a smile, and a hand to hold, 24216|And a pathway for thee to go, and an ear 24216|Of crystal to be crystal as fair as the fay 24216|That dwells at the end of heaven's garden! 24216|To thy sparrow-peak let there be said 24216|Long years hence, when I, in song and sight, 24216|See where thy sparrow, wild and free, 24216|Rises on high, and sings in love 24216|The song of its own wild will, 24216|And makes its heaven of earth. ======================================== SAMPLE 14630 ======================================== 2819|They say the dogs in Flanders are wild 2819|But this is nothing to the Boche. . . . 2819|If I had a gun of my own 2819|You might hear the Boches a-comin' 2819|Down on the road a-travelin' 2819|To where the mines are hidin' . . . 2819|The Boche and the English will meet 'em 2819|As long as they can stand 'em,-- 2819|In the trenches dug by the French 2819|It's never too bad to be dead! 2819|When the sun is gone and the stars are pale, 2819|When we hear the wounded prattle, "Oh, God!" 2819|And the women weep, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" 2819|When the light of the moon is white and grey, 2819|And the spirits of the dead are low, 2819|With mantles drawing to the light of day 2819|We climb the hill to the valley below. 2819|The light is growing clearer and clearer, 2819|Clear and cool and still and bright and deep; 2819|And far below us, in the quiet night, 2819|The spirits of the dead in their sleep are laid. 2819|And "Sleep, sleep, sleep," they say, "all ye dead!" 2819|And our guide says, "Life is frail and narrow; 2819|Follow ye the tall gray stalks of shrapnel 2819|Across the long gray shining road 2819|To the valley below!" 2819|In all the fighting days of yore,-- 2819|As now, where the trench-lines meet, 2819|In the shining dawn's broad white-grey, 2819|That is the night we start from home: 2819|That is the night we start from heart,-- 2819|That is the beginning of wrong. 2819|In our boots of old Spanish leather, 2819|As we climbed the hill up alleys gray, 2819|Like a woman in a man's soul, 2819|We started old Chávez from his grave. 2819|Now the days are far, and cold, and gray,-- 2819|And yet to do an utter wrong; 2819|And over the stifling earth we cling, 2819|And lean our faces up to the sky: 2819|And we pray God to let us rise, 2819|And right a long night's wrong once more! 2819|Ay, there are wrongs we must right once more! 2819|What care we for heaven or hell? 2819|He has called us, comrades, from the sleep 2819|Of battle, into the mirthful air 2819|Of gardens, as the dewless May 2819|Bends above the dewy corn! 2819|Now in our hearts the music rises 2819|Like the far murmuring of the sea, 2819|Or the long blossom of the corn, 2819|Thrilling and glad, as one may see, 2819|Under the summer's mist. 2819|Here's the song of the soldier's soul, 2819|The song he sings when earth and sky 2819|Are singing to him back again 2819|The songs he sung of old time. 2819|He knows the land where the flowers are,-- 2819|Where the young grass blows in sun and shower, 2819|And the lone red hawthorn in the dew-bowed corn 2819|Seems rising upward from the waste,-- 2819|Where the sun-burnt grasses slope 2819|Through the grasses of the valley deep, 2819|As by some lone mountain glade 2819|The lark may soaring, and the swallows fly, 2819|And the moon-rosy dusk is shed; 2819|Where the sweet wild winds sing, and the stars shine out, 2819|And the lake lies silent in the beam,-- 2819|There the spirit, where his breath shall grow, 2819|Is still at the great peace of God! 2819|When the morning rosy-bosom'd, 2819|The green moss did cast forth bloom, 2819|White cockles in the lake did strew, 2819|And silver stars like flakes of foam, 2819|Lilacs of daffodil. 2819|When ======================================== SAMPLE 14640 ======================================== 1031|And, at her side 1031|The pale one pale, 1031|But, in her hand 1031|The red heart-shaped kiss 1031|Of Love that gave. 1031|They came in their night-gowns, and they leaned them over the side, 1031|They had seen too much to fear, but the day brought too much to see; 1031|It came on boughy and stone, but it came in the morning light, 1031|And in the dim white light 1031|There was never a cloud on the sky, and never a wave on the sea: 1031|And we were the kings of the night, but we were the foot soldiers of light, 1031|And the storm that swept over us 1031|And the sun that smote us 1031|Smote like a song from a singer 1031|On a world-wide march of praise: 1031|We were the singers of music unrolled by a song divine, 1031|And we marched in crimson and gold 1031|Arm-in-arm, knee-deep in the mud, 1031|With a song to die for overhead, 1031|And a song for our children to hear. 1031|And the sea that we trampled in gleamed in the lamplight's gleam. 1031|We did not dream that a world should have cared as we cared now 1031|That we died for the right 1031|And the right of man's right 1031|With a song for our children to die. 1031|The night was red in the lamplight's gleam, 1031|And the sea swam over us, 1031|And over our dead with a song to die, 1031|But in the darkness the stars peered. 1031|And the night is fled in the lamplight's gleam, 1031|And the night is gone with a kiss: 1031|And over our dead in the darkness the stars peered. 1031|And the stars are loth to depart, 1031|But a little shadow came 1031|Twixt the lamplight's and our dying-glow, 1031|And the shadow fell between: 1031|And the lamplight fled in the darkness the stars peered. 1031|And the stars were loth to depart, 1031|But the little shadow came 1031|Twixt the lamplight and our dying-glow, 1031|And the shadow leaned over. 1031|And the stars were loth to depart, 1031|But a little shadow leaned, 1031|Twixt the lamplight and our dying-glow, 1031|And the shadow fell over. 1031|I have a little black cock (the breed's M.A.), 1031|And a little grey bull for my little black bull; 1031|But for my little grey bull the little cock would do, 1031|And my little cock would pull and I'd pull and I'd pull, 1031|While he lay on the hay with the little cock beside, 1031|Telling me stories of the little grey bull and the cock. 1031|It was a long, long lane to the bush (my little grey bull), 1031|With the brown bush a circle, and the kangaroo camp, 1031|And I pushed the cockney rabbit up the ridge of the lane, 1031|And I chased the kangaroo up the ridge of the lane, 1031|And the dog lay dead in our lane when I stepped over the line, 1031|But the little cockney's eyes were blind, and the little cockney's eyes were blind, 1031|Till I knocked him out with a kick to his little grey bull, 1031|Where he lay as snug as a bug in the hay at his back. 1031|And a dog he will learn, if he wakes at the knocker of the door, 1031|To kick a dog that is a no, to kick a dog that is no, 1031|So I'll carry my little cockney over to the wall, 1031|If he wakes with a kick, or a whimper, or a whimper, or a whimper, 1031|If he wakes at night with a whimper or a whimper or a whimper, 1031|A-hooting and a-clinging, a-clucking and a-clinging, 1031|Then I'll come under the wall, ======================================== SAMPLE 14650 ======================================== 21016|And some with laughter and some with tears, 21016|All in one body were awake, 21016|Till darkness closed their wandering eyes. 21016|The nightingale, which all the hills among 21016|Enamored sounds, when all our hearts are gay, 21016|Sings as if it were a thing we knew, 21016|A thing we knew that must be felt, or known, 21016|A thing which all the world is doing now. 21016|The wind has no more hope (what boots our dread?) 21016|Of finding comfort in his empty nest 21016|Than our hearts think of it, or thinking now. 21016|The moon is down 21016|And the birds are gone 21016|And the night is come 21016|And all life is wild 21016|To the last stream that runs; 21016|But we know, from the heart 21016|That makes the light 21016|To be strong to the last, 21016|There is something there 21016|That knows not time nor death. 21016|Hark! how the sound of the tide is drowned, 21016|And the birds are fled to sleep in the sea, 21016|The sound of the tide is drowned, and the night 21016|Is over and done with, and the day begun. 21016|We are weary, we are weary, as it is, 21016|And our souls are all in a restless sleep 21016|We must not wake, nor ever our eyes 21016|Behold the sun or what is passing fair. 21016|We have left the land of clay and are grown old; 21016|We are grown cold, with the bitter dew of change, 21016|And the long way that leads us adown to die, 21016|We must not go straight to the grave. 21016|We have left the shore where the waters run low, 21016|And we are grown poor in the world of men, 21016|And in the world of God, what is there to us? 21016|As old men grow frail, so must we be dearer 21016|As these hearts hold true friendship still with God. 21016|There is no change in the world to-day 21016|Save the change of the wind in the sea; 21016|There is no gift to offer here 21016|Save the gift of life; and we would die 21016|Ere the gift of life should depart. 21016|We are old,--we too old, I know 21016|When our hearts are young. 21016|Life is short, and youth is long, 21016|As the days run. 21016|We are old,--we too old, O Lord, 21016|And we pray Thee keep us young. 21016|A little breath for a little child, 21016|A piece of that old treasure called "good-will" 21016|To him who was growing old, one time, 21016|In the dark days of the century ago, 21016|Is something. 21016|We are old, and so must come to rest, 21016|And our little children must be strong, 21016|And our spirits are high. 21016|As one leaves the scene, one comes unto one's heart,-- 21016|Who has known the tear, the sigh, the hour when pain's in earnest? 21016|We are old,--we too old, O Lord, 21016|With the bitter dew of time. 21016|Our lips are quiet, our eyes are dim, 21016|We are worn and weak,--like those who have been taught 21016|To dream of the joys that cannot come to all-- 21016|We are old,--we too old, O Lord, 21016|With the long way that leads to the dim shore 21016|Of the strange, sweet, distant, yet familiar night. 21016|God says one thing to one, and another to another,-- 21016|But we who have been taught 21016|God says, "Look up, but do no act of pride," 21016|Yet we say, and dream, and rejoice, 21016|God says, "Look down, but still wear the crown," 21016|Yet we dream and dream, and rejoice; 21016|God said, "Let my people eat and drink, 21016|For He my ways has led." 21016| ======================================== SAMPLE 14660 ======================================== 27441|His body and his mind: 27441|'O! wherefore did I love him thus?' 27441|She answered herself, 27441|'For a sort of reason, not for no reason.' 27441|She answered herself, 27441|'I'll leave that inquiry unto fate.' 27441|'O Mary, would you there were?' he said. 27441|'O, no, I would not, I would stay here.' 27441|'Would you that I were your father, too?' 27441|'You are so very strong.' 27441|'Then may your name be still 27441|The same; 'twere a kind of grief to lose it.' 27441|'O, no, I will!' she said, 27441|'I'll not be called your father now, fair maid.' 27441|'O, none, I will,' he said, 27441|'But only your wife's; and, if you love me, 27441|I'll love you when I am your husband.' 27441|But the other cried to Mary, 'Why did you call me?' 27441|'I thought I might have seen you at the play,' she said, 27441|'As soon as my morn.' 27441|'O, no, I did not,' he said, 27441|'And I have often said so.' 27441|'O, swear I saw you there at the play, Mary, 27441|As pretty as fair. 27441|'You would not have cried, 27441|Were I not your father?' 27441|'I might have,' said he. 27441|'Why did I then beget you?' 27441|'To have a mind upon it.' 27441|'O, you are a clever fellow, young fellow, 27441|And a good wife, 27441|But you ought not to go so.' 27441|'Oh, I did not,' she said, 27441|'And the time has come when I must die.' 27441|'O, swear I saw you there at the ball.' 27441|'O, no, I did not.' 27441|'O, swear that you have seen 27441|How the maidens laugh at my young jest.' 27441|'You were born, my good sir, in the year of God-speed, 27441|And I do believe in her father's words 27441|I was called about half-past nine on a Friday, 27441|And up from bed there came to me 27441|Two or three maids of all description, 27441|Each bearing on her arm 27441|Something of silken or of fashion. 27441|Of purple, crimson, blue, or white, 27441|They wore their veils close or unfurl, 27441|And each of them kept her veil before, 27441|That none might see me, sir, among them, 27441|Go up to bed, and lie there till night. 27441|They bound my brows with twining bands, 27441|Wound my feet with little strings, 27441|With beads or wimples, pale or bright, 27441|And my coat did for me nothing but bind; 27441|They wrapped my neck and my side with bands, 27441|And my head with rings or brocades; 27441|I told them I was all unwell, 27441|I said they'd take me to Katharine; 27441|I said my blood ran cold, 27441|They told me they'd wash me; I told them no such thing; 27441|Their kindness so moved my heart, 27441|Then to myself I said, Was that all, sir? 27441|And I was well, sir, in my sight; 27441|So they went to sleep with their veils on; 27441|And so they keep me still.' 27441|The following is a list of some of the early poems 27441|for which our authors are most grateful: 27441|for which, in general, the public would have found no greater 27441|expression than his best works; and they were frequently 27441|subtly expressed in his own way. 27441|For a history of his own life see page vii. 27441|with the following lines written by the Author to a little 27441|The following little poem with the above characteristics is a 27441|one of the most touching of ======================================== SAMPLE 14670 ======================================== 8789|But thou wert nigh upon thy third year, 8789|Whenas here within the sacred swamp 8789|A tale was told to Francis that bent 8789|Against the ancient Tintari. Such 8789|the rage of Thalaba toward his foe 8789|That he had hardly back the rope restored 8789|Before his adversary bade halt 8789|The water, and barred his steps with sand. 8789|But Francis his oars, by Jose's stroke, 8789|Had broken; and the billows rose aloft, 8789|Hissing, and then dipping forbs again. 8789|pair, and his sister, or else the daughter of Minos, who was 8789|part of Minos' palace, were slain by Diomedes. 8789|But of the rest none came to pass. There were 8789|Spirits, who serve at once both sun and moon, 8789|And gentle Venus, gentle as a dove, 8789|And Thetis, who with unremitting pains 8789|Her son her labourious task labours grants. 8789|Last, Lot serve for Metatron, and his seed, 8789|Son of the giant Rufus, and the cataract 8789|Which gave the city to the accursed folk. 8789|First, then, laid they down at once within 8789|The darksome fortress, mindful of their art, 8789|And pendant spears of iron upon their urns 8789|Left, as a memorial of their pains. 8789|No sooner upon the savages had fallen 8789|Their heavy slumber, but they woke and spied 8789|Their sires, and whence they lighted down to thee? 8789|Than view'd, with avarice, the flow of blood 8789|A river with victims drowned to gipsies: 8789|And perceiving, how the life-blood, that circulates 8789|All organs of the flesh, did stain with gore 8789|The desolate city, they of choice blood began 8789|(But to themselves) to draw the woe from thine; 8789|That they might wash out sin, which mocks thy care. 8789|"Ah! so may mercy-temper'd charity 8789|From our contagion clear!" my saith thy friend. 8789|But why of that illustration make thee? 8789|For, from our civil state indeed descending, 8789|Virtue shines at first like an endless beam, 8789|Forever level'd, unwearied, and more 8789|Then moonlight streaming upon waters clear, 8789|Which is the love which first made Mauricia blest; 8789|See then the fetters, which I mark'd to bound him. 8789|Yet oft he raised his hands to pray, for prayer 8789|Becomes unrelish'd if not well kept: whereat 8789|My guide, with gesture kind, began a song: 8789|"Oh! let how miserly miser such as I 8789|To gold commend, and then to heaven return! 8789|For antecedent needs have I so borne, 8789|That pious thoughts have left me now: of these 8789|One shows itself, the other must depart. 8789|The good, that comes from Christian hearts, I see 8789|First rising in the view, by virtue of 8789|The nature thus emancipate, of the truth 8789|That makes christian meekness. Thence, returning 8789|To its first virtue, truth, wherein I end, 8789|Another prompt comes, of whom I speak not yet. 8789|But hold thy peace lance-like, lagrange the ranks 8789|Of the confederate kings, and loudly sing, 8789|How happy is that people, which procinct 8789|Is ever-lastingly chosen from the world! 8789|There, with elect suff.' And when they ware 8789|Mine own eternal counsel, they were rhym'd thus: 8789|"The deed is with the good, and the grace with God, 8789|Who bear an everlasting concord! Hence, 8789|If God command, that any should outbrave 8789|His grace, whate'er of human power or might 8789|It is, through that weakness is never laid, 8789|The soul is inv ======================================== SAMPLE 14680 ======================================== 1287|As of old I heard? 1287|I do remember it well, 1287|How the house of Sennor rose, 1287|With three doors on either side, 1287|'Twixt wall and wall; 1287|And round the place, as though 'twere all 1287|Of one mould, 1287|A roof above, but shut within, 1287|With iron bands. 1287|And in the roof's thickwallen, 1287|Were hearths, beside, where there was 1287|No fire at all, 1287|Whence, on a stone within, 1287|No spark could be seen. 1287|But in the hearths, I think, 1287|Some maid slept tenderly; 1287|For, from the gate there sounded not 1287|A single step of the door. 1287|And through the doors, I think, 1287|The maids went glimmering in, 1287|For they had not been seen yet. 1287|And here, among the bricks, 1287|It seems I could not find 1287|A maid in all the house. 1287|I found her not, but found 1287|A maiden too; 1287|The place was still the same. 1287|I met her on the threshold, 1287|And thought me 'twas fair. 1287|All in a lovely dream 1287|I saw a maiden sit 1287|With her face upturned to me. 1287|She looked me in the face, 1287|And spake me not, I ween. 1287|I went on hastily, 1287|The maiden's image came. 1287|The maiden's form was like 1287|A child's in form and mien. 1287|I could not speak the speech. 1287|For her low smile 1287|I could not speak. 1287|I could not go I thought. 1287|Her hair's golden sheen, 1287|And beauty's white. 1287|She was not seen, 1287|A girl. 1287|'Tis true, she looks like a lady, 1287|And to me 'tis clear 1287|That to some maid, at even, 1287|She has been. 1287|She goes the whole night; 1287|As soon as dawn is near, 1287|No one else is seen. 1287|At noon it is not the worst, 1287|She lingers till the day. 1287|But for a maid, how sweet! 1287|She would be silent at noon. 1287|She goes the whole night; 1287|As soon as dawn is seen. 1287|The moon, the moon's moon, has now her place. 1287|And, all the night, to me 1287|I see her gliding on, 1287|She shines as in an old romance. 1287|The sun, the sun, the sun, is far: 1287|And he hath got a wife, 1287|A little sister's daughter. 1287|To her he is not good. 1287|The moon, the moon's moon, is far: 1287|And, all the night, to me 1287|The moon still shines. 1287|She's very fond of tea; 1287|She loves no other thing; 1287|"A house of candles," is her wish. 1287|She cannot think of changing her sex. 1287|By night she goes and stays 1287|In taverns very nice; 1287|If she should change her clothes, 1287|She needs must change her mind. 1287|A girl is good to please, 1287|A boy is good to please; 1287|She hates to change her clothes-- 1287|The very night before she's to marry. 1287|In autumn, as I said, 1287|The boy is good to please; 1287|When, in the morning, he takes a bath. 1287|Her mother is so much distressed, 1287|She can't sleep on her mother's couch; 1287|Nor can she sleep 1287|Till she's washed, and smoothed, and combed, 1287|And given some nice fresh clothes. 1287|But, as for me, a lot 1287|I ======================================== SAMPLE 14690 ======================================== 23245|'Tis a common fate to find, at length, 23245|Fate's stern, stern vengeance. "Ye never rest" 23245|Cried one, "from day to day"--"no day"-- 23245|"So long as ye were born to drink the mire, 23245|Drink the mire, and fill your bones with death." 23245|"Enough!" some cried, "Ye have lived twice, ye spurn 23245|Dishonour with the life that you have known. 23245|Take back thy gold, for what is gold but dust? 23245|Leave to the ages life a fiercer race, 23245|A sterner race, whose arms a longer range 23245|Shall make thy body a wilderness-- 23245|I charge thee, dust of every past, return!" 23245|But the spirit heard, and with a voice as loud 23245|As thunder from yon smoke-wreathed altar, "No!" 23245|"I answer, I have lived twice, and seen 23245|Earth change and change, and yet,--and yet,-- 23245|The morn that changes not earth, the morn 23245|Shall change thy nature; yet,--and yet,-- 23245|A stronger change thou seest, and yet, 23245|Thou seest it,--the youth that changed not thee!" 23245|So, weary and faint from out the mire 23245|Where thirst in body lay stupefied, 23245|Came--to the place whence men call the dust 23245|Dissatisfied with all that can be seen, 23245|The place where all should strive and still 23245|The spirit of its striving,--and the air 23245|Blew with the wind of spirit, as had sworn 23245|The blood of each man,--and then life stood 23245|As it stood ever, as it stood then, 23245|A shadow on the heights of thought that rose 23245|Above its kind. And when the dust was gone, 23245|A little while there waited,--no time, 23245|But in that empty space, and when the air 23245|Awoke to nature's voice, the soul, awake 23245|From slumber, rose up in beauty, and exclaimed, 23245|"Fame,--for once a man must own it, or 23245|I would declare--what once I dreamed, and what, 23245|How soon?--'Tis more than fame has power to bind 23245|The soul when all has failed of what it set 23245|With earthly things, its home, its goal,--'tis more 23245|Than fame can bind the man:--But what 's new, 23245|I will declare to you, since, for once a dream, 23245|I am awake, and glad, and whole; and, lo! 23245|To-morrow in this lonely place,--or else 23245|If not to-day, to-morrow I can stand 23245|Where I have stood, and find the space for all. 23245|But now I will not swear,--nor yet be bold-- 23245|What men in verse call "the truth" I do not speak; 23245|I say that I could wish my dreams in rhyme 23245|Less well beheld, and far more distant from my truth. 23245|And let 'em look where they can,--on some far hill 23245|Curls some tall tree,--and let _my_ clouds remain 23245|A shadow on the horizon's brink; and if 23245|Their shadows, in my dream, they cannot hear, 23245|Let _me_ give them hearing,--say that I said 23245|That I could wish my dreams in rhyme as well. 23245|But now, or any time,--or even since!-- 23245|The truth I speak to you,--and truth I speak 23245|Whose truth is truth,--shall be the law to-day. 23245|What truth is this of which I have so much? 23245|The truth my father taught. He lived and died 23245|Ere my life's growth was yet in its three-score year, 23245|And, though my hands are empty,--my poor wife 23245|To some is lovelier than this world knows. 23245| ======================================== SAMPLE 14700 ======================================== 18396|Till, by chance, he heard them auld foot-song sing. 18396|But now this was a gipsy tune, 18396|And, by reflection, I am free to say 18396|That I was not the least enamoured of it; 18396|I thought it was too rough for a fiddler's throat, 18396|And I should much rather not sing at all. 18396|But my old acquaintance, the poet, says-- 18396|"Old foot-song is a fine and local tune; 18396|And I am sure I shall hear it again: 18396|If it has got no local merit, 18396|'Twill do for a tune whenever I please. 18396|And, my dear old man, be drest for the night, 18396|And sing to your grey mare the bar of the moon; 18396|If we can't catch a tune just now, 18396|Let us call Old Dunlops on board, my lad, 18396|And then, dear Dunlops, we'll make and arrange it!" 18396|"What a lovely flower!" "The scissang shall be wed, 18396|And the cairngorm be wedded to the rose. 18396|And all the sweetest woods to her bed shall bring, 18396|And every woodland sound her husband will hear." 18396|Thus the poets have sung them. They speak well 18396|And sing of the song from the heart--the song most true; 18396|But the man who will sing a tune that rings 18396|Will sing it but not so sweetly and clear. 18396|Oft, upon these borders, with my whip and my horn, 18396|I drove the brutes from the greenwood, at the close of the day: 18396|Oft, upon St. Andrews' banks, with my whip and my horn, 18396|I spurred the crows, or led them forth to fly, at the break of the day: 18396|And when I was through with my jovial drive, and was tired at the end, 18396|I heard the crows a-rumpling, and cackling to the crows that were they; 18396|Then out upon it all I ran, the cacklings and singing wide-- 18396|And oh! I never return to my drive from the wood from the end! 18396|I'll leave the songs of the past, to my son John; 18396|To him I dedicate my tuneful lyre; 18396|And oft as the day-dreams come o'er my mind, 18396|I'll raise him to sing the songs of my youth. 18396|He'll sing of a home with a cheerful heart, 18396|And the joys of a daily delight; 18396|Then join me in sport, and join me in song, 18396|And let him the story divine. 18396|Let him take a story or two that he knows, 18396|Of his boyhood's joys, and his early love; 18396|Let him hear, as I stand by the lonely hearth, 18396|The story of a happy fire-light. 18396|What matter if he forget at the last, 18396|I scarce care a hair that he learnt it at start; 18396|If at home he remember to spell, as boy, 18396|Then I'll teach him, though a learned boy, to read. 18396|I give him a copy of The London Magazine; 18396|To go to the sports, I'll give him a book, 18396|And a song when he stops for the day. 18396|He'll hear of a friend and a sister that died, 18396|And a brother that was left a widower; 18396|The joy of his life in this life I trace, 18396|But oh! the grief of the future despair. 18396|And that friend will have nothing he can spare, 18396|Save the life of a dear, kind, honest gipsy, 18396|Who left for his master a widow's tears. 18396|The traveller he'll journey in quest of his love, 18396|So he hears, as he travels, "happier far 18396|Than I, who have known sad things"--and sadder still 18396|The song that he sang on reaching his love, 18396|That made his old bosom more anxiously bl ======================================== SAMPLE 14710 ======================================== 1421|Thin and slim, one arm's weight, 1421|And slender, slim it seems; 1421|And the heart beats quick, when she turns to hear; 1421|It aches, I know it does! 1421|Why do women scorn me, I wonder, I? 1421|Or are they only fat? 1421|And are they always thick or thin? 1421|All the same, the truth is: I'm not fit to marry 1421|(Though some prefer it). 1421|"What would I do if I were you?" What would become 1421|of it? 1421|If I were you I'd not marry any more; 1421|But I'd get married to some fool; 1421|And when I'm older,--what would become 1421|of it? 1421|For the love of me, I really should like to grow; 1421|Though the fool would not be your husband. 1421|"Oh, what does your beauty have to do with it?"-- 1421|Of course you do, 1421|For your sister once was a pretty girl, 1421|But I was a boy, 1421|And my days they're over,--I've had one more, too: 1421|And that's that? 1421|How would you like to marry me, my own sister? 1421|What would become of me? 1421|And I hope you'll not say 'Yes, Sir' to me; 1421|And I hope you'll let me go back to school, 1421|And I'll go on holidays in England; 1421|And you may stay and be a man, 1421|And never, never mind it all, 1421|You may be a man through life; 1421|And we'll talk of love and such, 1421|That's why I came; 1421|And I know I am a boy, 1421|And you may say 'Yes, Sir', to me, 1421|But I really should like to be a man, too, 1421|And to go back to school. 1421|And then when you've gone, what would become of me? 1421|What would become of me? 1421|What would become of me? Ah, I know, dear me! 1421|If I could find 1421|Something to be taken-- 1421|That would be good, indeed; 1421|What would become of me, dear me? 1421|I think it must be nothing! 1421|There's a face I know, dear me, 1421|But it is not there, 1421|And I long to change its place, 1421|But it's not here. 1421|And I long to take my place: 1421|But it is not here, 1421|And I long to be gone, 1421|But it's not gone. 1421|And where's the one I know, dear me? 1421|And it too has flown, 1421|And I long to know it too, 1421|But it's not here. 1421|And where will my other self be, dear me? 1421|And I think 'tis not here, 1421|And I long to be a ghost, 1421|And it's not there. 1421|Where will my other self be, dear me? 1421|And all my days, 1421|And I long to know them all 1421|I should like to hear, 1421|But they are not here, dear me, 1421|And that's why I sing, 1421|And it's why I sing. 1421|It was only the wind 1421|That whistled like a name; 1421|It came and whistled, whistled still,-- 1421|'Twas a voice in a dream. 1421|For there's never a breath 1421|In the sky's still place, 1421|When the wind's wild the same as sweet, 1421|There's never a wind to speak 1421|In the woods of the Moon like this to-night. 1421|For she's just the moon to me, 1421|And her light is like the light of a key,-- 1421|So, when the stars are set 1421|Out in the distance, I know what she must be. 1421|When ======================================== SAMPLE 14720 ======================================== 3023|That is to-night. What then? 3023|To-morrow 'tis another thing. 3023|You must hurry fast! 3023|Faster! Faster! Faster! 3023|Who is it? Who, says to me? 3023|The old clock, and what d'you want? 3023|The clock! the old clock! 3023|Come! Let us hear it to-day! 3023|But whither? Who gives you command? 3023|The same. Who gives you command! 3023|The old clock's in the cellar; 3023|Who's the wunst, says I? 3023|Come down! The bell ringeth; 3023|It is time I should to you! 3023|No, not me! The old clock! 3023|The old clock makes it louder! 3023|A little louder and faster! 3023|The bell rings! It is time to go. 3023|The clock rings! What is time to say? 3023|The old clock! The old clock! 3023|'Tis, "Sunt amata, nullo voce;" 3023|Now hurry to the door, lady! 3023|The old clock makes the noise no more, 3023|For Christ's sake! Let us go away! 3023|Hast thou the key from that brown door? 3023|Come here! 3023|Who calls? 3023|The bells! 3023|I see a light that shines through the 3023|pansies, 3023|A light from the wind that moves 3023|through the woods. 3023|Ah, that's a little light, 3023|(Spirits!) then a little shade 3023|Of something there can be 3023|Only within. 3023|The wind comes through the wood, 3023|(Silent spirits!) and shakes the 3023|green leaves. 3023|I hear the noise the sea 3023|has made of yesternight! 3023|Who called, who beckoned, who spoke-- 3023|Who spoke? 3023|The sea! (Spirits!) 3023|(Heaven's name!) 3023|'Twould be no sin had I the keys, 3023|But my own soul had I that light. 3023|Then hurry! hurry! 3023|If thou wilt, 3023|Come up to me. 3023|I must be a stone. 3023|The spirits go away-- 3023|There's a little child. 3023|Who spoke? Who told? 3023|I cannot tell. 3023|Come, tell us. 3023|Come down! 3023|That thing? 3023|Hush! I cannot hear anything! 3023|I'll look the lamp better! 3023|There! There's something in my heart! 3023|(Spirits!) 3023|There, there! 3023|'Tis vain to look through the darkness! 3023|It's the light of God! 3023|It will blaze anew, I know it! 3023|'Tis but the sun, 3023|The moon, 3023|Or else the stars. (Ghosts.) 3023|Where is he? Where is the soul? 3023|There, there! 3023|Whither flies the soul away? 3023|Halt! Thou must come! 3023|No, no! 3023|I knew that there would be no room, 3023|(Spirits!) 3023|Away like this--away! 3023|Where is he now? By this 3023|He doth return! 3023|Ah, my soul! What must I lose? 3023|The man! he doth return! 3023|In vain! 3023|Where is he now? Come, see, 3023|He doth go! 3023|The spirit of him? No, no! 3023|(Spirits!) 3023|But my soul, alas! 3023|Is lost as well. 3023|'Tis a pity he went so fast; 3023|(Ghosts!) 3023|No, no! 3023|The door is open wide! 3023|Here's an empty glass. 3023|He's gone! 3023|A ======================================== SAMPLE 14730 ======================================== 19226|He's a man of all the skill and force 19226|There may be in a shipwreck ship-- 19226|But the man aboard it. 19226|Sailed away from Plymouth Sound, 19226|Where the waves are rough and hard, 19226|To a land of smiles and sun, 19226|And the freedom of the sea, 19226|Where the billows are rough and hard. 19226|There the waves are hard and fair, 19226|But the life there is more free 19226|Than the life at home--more free 19226|Than the life at home. 19226|Thou hast sailed away--thou hast sailed away, 19226|From this thy home, whence thy spirit's home 19226|Is the sea, but not of home, indeed, 19226|But not quite, because of the sea 19226|At thy home,--but not quite. 19226|And thy spirit, O my captain! thou 19226|Who has risen from out thy boat and gone 19226|Away to the wide land o'er the wave, 19226|Sailing away with the wind and the tide, 19226|Sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing-- 19226|Sailing, sailing, sailing, sailing 19226|Across the world, across the sea, 19226|To the sea, to the sea.... 19226|There's the world, there's the world, 19226|There's the world, there's the world! 19226|Oh, it's a great and splendid world, though it's a little one, 19226|And the clouds are white, and the rain-drops soft as the flowers, 19226|And the sea, and the sea, and the stars in the night. 19226|But I'm going with Captain O'Shaughnessie 19226|To a sea-land far away, 19226|That a seaman call'd the West-- 19226|And a seaman call'd "England." 19226|There was a little ship that went 19226|A-sailing on an Ocean blue, 19226|Whene'er its owner went a-land, 19226|In the company of Love and Sin 19226|He always went a-ship. 19226|I saw them in the garden one day: 19226|Two little Asian girls were they, 19226|And they sat down looking on me 19226|With their dimpled cheeks brown as the milk, 19226|And their eyes like the dawn before snow. 19226|But I was looking at the girls in their silver kerchiefs, 19226|And I knew the kind of eyes they had, 19226|For a Chinese painter drew them for me 19226|When I was a little child. 19226|I was in my lanthorn-time; 19226|The birds were playing and singing 19226|While I sat down by the fire, 19226|While I sat in the dark at home 19226|Hiding behind covers. 19226|I sat down by the fire, 19226|Looking at my picture, 19226|And I dreamed the little dream 19226|Of that sweet and solemn night 19226|When my eyes were hidden underground 19226|In the black and gloomy tangle of shadows. 19226|With their thin, silken fingers and soft lips, 19226|Their dimpled faces and lips of red 19226|They were shadowed by black, dark hair 19226|They had just seen through a mist of gold. 19226|And the wood-fire kindled, and flames 19226|Shone a perfect sunset-glow, 19226|While the little Asian girls 19226|Sat, waiting for the call. 19226|But the sun was very high; 19226|And clouds of smoke seemed to shroud 19226|That little Asian girl with her dim brown eyes, 19226|And her thin, silken fingers and sweet little lips. 19226|I sat down by the fire, 19226|And looked at the little Asian girl, 19226|And I thought of a song he used to sing 19226|In the days when I was a little boy 19226|As he sat by the side of his lonesome lath, 19226|When I used to sit in the shade 19226|By the side of the dead fire-glow. 19226|The songs he used to sing in his lone days, 19226 ======================================== SAMPLE 14740 ======================================== 895|Behold the whole wide body of this 895|Of flesh and blood. What doth it mourn? 895|What doth it wish, what doth it fear? 895|What does it fear? Wherefore flee? 895|You say that souls cannot move; 895|You say that thus to them 'tis barred; 895|Here one thing certain is, that 't is 895|More blessed by their mercy, that the 895|Inhuman scorn they do impose. 895|What I presume not to know, that you 895|May know without losing your own place. 895|We are the members of this world: 895|Its soul is we; and this our members 895|Are, all else aside, deceas'd by fate: 895|And so, for you, may Heaven the change 895|Make to us, and to our bodies too. 895|The members yourselves remove, whatsoe'er 895|Hath bound you, (for such are modifications 895|Of the Just, whose essence 'tis Intelligences, 895|As must be found in antient man,) 895|Then to the world's goods interchange they all, 895|In harmony still with your state of mind: 895|And (it is enough to make you well aware) 895|So pass you and around you may be seen 895|As fitly exchange as places demand 895|Of divers substances. If these change hands 895|So often, and so cheap, what wages then 895|For you, of divers parts, of divers essences? 895|"This world, which you behold around, 895|Is made up of two kinds of things:-- 895|The one, all brass, all iron, brass, iron, 895|All mixed to one another; all, all brass, 895|All mixed to one another: all, all brass, 895|All mixed to one another: all, all brass, 895|In divers ratios, ratios, ratios. 895|The other kind, which is the kind I name, 895|Is stone, stone, stone, stone, stone, stone, stone. 895|'Tis all like water; 'tis but just enough, 895|To keep away from hence a sickness fit 895|For dogs and women. But for some we complain 895|(For such there are) there are so many, 895|That there is nothing in it which may fit them. 895|What matter? Some, who look beyond the vulgar, 895|Have other views, and see these different ways 895|By which the good proceed, which they suppose 895|God to have made from out His free gifted works. 895|"Be this but visible, and be it heard 895|By your creations, creatures of the visible things; 895|How can it be for you alone, and see 895|In the three beams of the morning sun 895|The love, the anger, the deep silence, and the rain? 895|Ye think who judge at a distance, far, 895|So that they do not see the hidden deals 895|In all things of all creation here below. 895|But this ye cannot, if the Maker's eye 895|Be not of them aware; for never yet 895|Did animal or vegetable frame 895|Hover so immovable, as when view'd 895|By a creat's eye, which, after it hath fed 895|Its various body, through the powers of man, 895|Ofttimes hath a token of the Maker found. 895|O, blind men! ye suppose that to your mind 895|These various and delicious things are things 895|Of their own nature; which from you would seem 895|On first examination, much more beams 895|Of spiritual vision. There are some, again, 895|Who, to secure themselves from blind man's tricks, 895|Refuse the morning meal to them which rises; 895|And say, They seek in the dark closet shelter, 895|And not a free gift of dawning air. Thus, 895|They seem to me, reasoning from the same 895|Reason, weak creatures with an ardent mind 895|Must suffer unbounded liberty. But spares 895|Have ever ======================================== SAMPLE 14750 ======================================== 2620|Like a sweet, shy little maid. 2620|When the wind was very low, 2620|She came down to the hedge,-- 2620|And the bees they made so fast, 2620|That the cow could not pass 2620|Till the wind was gone a little. 2620|And then she went out to sit 2620|Under the flowering hedge, 2620|On the red-roof'd hill to sit 2620|Under the rose-tree bough. 2620|The morning wind blew chill 2620|As it came from the west: 2620|It whispered, "Why does the Rose 2620|Sway so, and bow so low?" 2620|The little maid grew sad, 2620|And softly turned away, 2620|While sad hearts beat fast together, 2620|Under the hill in the city. 2620|It was a little dog that barked, 2620|As he looked out from his cottage door, 2620|And barked as loud as could be, 2620|For someone came that way. 2620|The dog grew very bold, 2620|And barked as loud as he could be, 2620|But nobody came at all. 2620|Up the little hill to his cream-white face 2620|Up the little hill to his cream-white throat, 2620|He ran very quick, 2620|With great keen leap, 2620|And as fast as he could leap 2620|He ran into the sea. 2620|The little dogs ran in fear, 2620|For the great sharp rocks made him smart, 2620|But he did not fall 2620|Into the deep; 2620|He leaped quite up again. 2620|He jumped all the deep sea's side, 2620|As loud as he could bark; 2620|But nobody came at all. 2620|The great white rock, the wide sea's side, 2620|The little dog ran up to the moon, 2620|And barked as loud as he could bark,-- 2620|For somebody came that way. 2620|He was an old, good-looking man, 2620|With a blue tie and a long nose; 2620|Nobody knew where he came from, 2620|And nobody cared where he went; 2620|But some one, whoever he was, 2620|Was sure to care where he went; 2620|For his long nose, and his blue tie, 2620|Were sure to make you care where 2620|You only half knew by your size, 2620|You and me. 2620|I knew him by his blue tie 2620|And long blue tie; 2620|And he would sit up all night 2620|And make me shake 2620|With fear and dread 2620|When I went near 2620|To shaking him. 2620|When there was no light in the sky, 2620|I made a little house with a door 2620|And a window where people might go: 2620|And I sat in it, and watched the moon, 2620|Until it grew full large before me, 2620|And then I went in. 2620|When I came in I wondered well: 2620|Where had it been, 2620|Or who had planted it so high 2620|And so near the sky? 2620|I stood in the doorway, and knocked, 2620|And the headstrong little house looked down 2620|And said, "We have had no man all night 2620|To be our Father's little friend!" 2620|And the little blue-legged things went by, 2620|Panting and long, 2620|And the night wind seemed to sigh 2620|As if it could not find its journey 2620|Anywhere but in you. 2620|The long thin lights in the sky 2620|That I have never seen before, 2620|And those little, little stars of blue 2620|I have never heard before, 2620|And the great moon by her silvery tower 2620|On fire with love; 2620|All things are wonderful to me 2620|Before I enter in. 2620|I feel as if my heart would go 2620|Pandora's box if it should; 2620|I'm afraid to enter in: 2620|I don't ======================================== SAMPLE 14760 ======================================== 7394|"The air is green with blossoms on the lawns, 7394|The birds are singing in each bush and bough; 7394|The world is laughing in the morning's glow, 7394|Our eyes are dancing in the light of day. 7394|"For me alone the sky is red and blue. 7394|And when the breeze is warm at my own breast, 7394|For me only can the world be gay. 7394|"Yet there are maids of honor who can please, 7394|And women who can make an Angel smile, 7394|There are fair women who have made us blush, 7394|Who are loved by us, and are beloved by us. 7394|"The world is full of women with her eyes 7394|And her cold frown, and her fierce glance of hate, 7394|And love for them I cannot understand 7394|Though I look into their sad, white, wan eyes. 7394|"The world has all her own kind of things, 7394|And the things differ from each from the rest,-- 7394|There is beauty, I am sure, for the wise 7394|That has not the warmth of beauty for me. 7394|"There are maidens of honor with red lips 7394|Whose eyes are blue, that have turned to wine, 7394|And lovely ladies with pale cheeks that fade 7394|Fashioned with slow, imperious cunning. 7394|"But the world is full of women with wings 7394|And the wings of love, the womanhood.-- 7394|They are made for each, but we must be 7394|Both devoted, brave, and tender like them. 7394|"I can make them not the maidens of war, 7394|The pale-faced women, with white arms upraised, 7394|Who laugh in the battle, and who curse and swear 7394|And who have never had love, and must bear, 7394|But have the beauty of manhood in mind, 7394|And be more brave than any lover's dream, 7394|But my womanhood must be a lady's maid,-- 7394|My friend must be a woman, my bride 7394|Must be more fair than any bride's flower! 7394|"O God!" my mother said, "what shall we do! 7394|We have to leave England for another home. 7394|What will our names be, and what is there to know 7394|As we move slowly forward to our home 7394|In lands beyond the stars?--O that I know!" 7394|"I cannot tell," my father sighed. "If God 7394|Had made this land more beautiful, then 7394|We should not miss one thing about His footsteps, 7394|The light on the forest and the shade on the shore,-- 7394|What else about the footsteps of the hand 7394|That made England, and the footsteps that follow, 7394|Is worth remembering than trees that are old, 7394|And wild winds that moan in the trees, and sun 7394|That comes and goes on wings of wings of birds. 7394|"And if some young women have been made 7394|Of these fair, imperfect things, let them go. 7394|It is too long if it must be in these ways." 7394|Thus I.--My father smiled that his face bore 7394|No trace of anger; but he went with haste 7394|Among the boys--the women, too, he left 7394|Among the women for this last new land. 7394|My father left with you, with us, my friends,-- 7394|He did not much expect us, at our first birth, 7394|To have such lot as ours. But there are lands 7394|That he could not reach,--we will not tell his name,-- 7394|He left us, knowing, knowing, oh, so well, 7394|That the last great change must come to all things new, 7394|So he went back to his home in another world, 7394|So God led him, so God told him. But there are more 7394|Than mortal men have known, so he still went on 7394|To many great and beautiful things. The world 7394|Is full of his great fame. No wonder he 7394|Took on the woman laborious;--no wonder he 7394|Knew ======================================== SAMPLE 14770 ======================================== 38549|A moreely wav'ring Life, or an Aire, 38549|To find no place which neither Sayers can 38549|Expos'n, nor Gaudeers with their lore avow, 38549|But that they have of Life the best possesst. 38549|The soul that's self-stagy, and is self-dead, 38549|In self-choice is an immortal thing, 38549|But to be immortal is the business (alas!) 38549|Of some more good and godly mortal, 38549|Who knows what's true and what's false, and will 38549|Of those four teems that make this glorious throng, 38549|The only throng that matters at all, 38549|And will to-day's as good and fair as yesterday. 38549|A better choice they could make than this; 38549|That they would make their death, if so they choose. 38549|Then death is but a choice between two teems; 38549|For in two teems there are more lives 38549|Than one choice means, and that means death. 38549|To be a god by not being dead. 38549|Why that's the death of death; that's the end. 38549|Why else be made a god, and drench'd in teems, 38549|And put on this wondrous glory, 38549|Thus to be happy and grow immortal. 38549|Why else, to know God, 38549|This self-same being 38549|Whom we called God in our great great prayer, 38549|And who should be our whole worship, 38549|Nor we but heirs of his high estate? 38549|For why? his great grand-sire 38549|Heaven and earth did him ordain; 38549|And his dear parents, they too well may cry: 38549|_Lord, Thou hast decreed our life is short, 38549|And we shall die in short, and live no more_. 38549|His dear parents cry'd so loud, 38549|It hath made all these teems, that sing. 38549|And 'tis well, Lord! for these, for these 38549|There shall be no more births to us; 38549|For all the rest of us shall have short lives. 38549|But why all this joy and this delight, 38549|When this is all we can, with our teems, 38549|And yet no cause there is 38549|For all this life and all this death? 38549|But why all this sweet delight, 38549|But this death for our long years, and long teems? 38549|Our teems long since have told: 38549|All this joy long since have told, 38549|That we for our lengthen'd teems may live no more. 38549|So long ago hath been 38549|The news of death that all our teems had told; 38549|And as 'tis but a short space 38549|Since all our teems and teems 38549|Of life and happiness were dead, 38549|We shall not long ago 38549|Die, dying thus no longer shall we live. 38549|Let us therefore doe our best. 38549|Come, all the teems; come, all the throng, 38549|And all your sweet long-loves, and short teems, 38549|Come, for the death of our short lives. 38549|Come, then, all the teems; come, come all, 38549|And let us give the dead our teems; 38549|Come, death, come with all the throng; 38549|Come, death, with all the dead 38549|And give the great God of all our teares. 38549|And now, sweet Death; for this is death, 38549|And here is here the close of all our days; 38549|The end of our long's battles; the last breath 38549|Of all that's best of all God's works is this. 38549|But yet who shall live longer? who shall live 38549|In this great world, where all things perish and die? 38549|Where is the man whom men call great, whom they 38549|Call great because he liveth; he lives not here 38549|But where God liveth; he's no where to be sought; 38549|Where' ======================================== SAMPLE 14780 ======================================== 3228|To make him stand before me, and say, 3228|"My love to-night is waiting for me, 3228|"But I have to go on the stage." 3228|Then I could ask him questions - not that he'd give a damn! 3228|But he'd smile a sly, devilishly gracious smile, and answer 3228|with a wink. 3228|I'd know why he took my hand. 3228|Why he felt the need to kiss me. 3228|Why he put a velvet vase inside of it. 3228|Oh, a man with a heart could help his brother. 3228|And I looked at the flower in the vase; 3228|I could touch the string. 3228|And a sweet voice cried to me, "My mother, pray do not be 3228|murdered." 3228|Ah, the face of my mother, how it had changed! Why did she 3228|wear a smile then 3228|When she'd made a choice, she could not make it again? 3228|And I looked at the flower in the vase, and the strings were 3228|broken. 3228|She had given up hope. 3228|Oh, my mother, would you hear me, do you still love me? 3228|Then the voice cried, "What do you think of me? What evil 3228|happened? 3228|You have saved me." 3228|"She is in terrible pain." "And are you mad, my mother? 3228|Have I saved you? What do you think of me? What evil 3228|happened?" 3228|"Silly girl." "What does it all mean, then? You are mad. I do 3228|not want your daughter." 3228|"She is only eleven!" 'Twas so. 3228|"She will not be married." 3228|"'Twas your mother." "My mother? Oh, no! I should have loved 3228|her myself!" 3228|"Silly boy. I can not stand his nonsense." "His mother? 3228|He was in love with his mother, but that's over and done. 3228|I was angry at first. 3228|I went to his mother. 3228|"You are sorry, Madam, I know. If you were in a fit her 3228|you'd let me get one for myself. You knew that I might 3228|make love to her if you'd let me." 3228|He sat so still, the tears were in his eyes. 3228|"Go away, my poor boy, go. 3228|I should have liked you better in your present place. 3228|I wish he were here for your sake." 3228|He cried at last, "Mother, your words are hurtful. I was 3228|very sorry for him. 3228|"You are mad." "Please, please you! I will be very angry at 3228|your mother. 3228|If he is here I shall always be sorry." 3228|"He's very late. You are right to have a heavy heart. Oh, I 3228|wish that he would come to you just now." 3228|"He is not there." "You will make me angry if you ever do 3228|anything in my house." 3228|"He is not there." "Why, this one time, when you were 3228|having for your lover that poor woman, whom you say was 3228|just about to pass for a cousin, he had to leave the 3228|house and call his lady instead of his lady. 3228|"He is not there." "'Twas his own thing. He left in the 3228|midst of his speeches and meetings and his talk about the 3228|house-door. 3228|"He is not there." "Why, he didn't leave you, did he? He just 3228|took a step toward you. You should have seen it. 3228|"He was a great man and he should have come back. You do 3228|not like the way things are going, do not like what is 3228|going on. 3228|"It is not the people that are angry. It's you and me. 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 14790 ======================================== 1287|The first of all the maids! a flower, 1287|A tree, a stone, a rock, a mountain, 1287|A hill, a dell, a dell! 1287|Thou art a precious gem, 1287|The fair one's most dazzling treasure; 1287|A pearl that's rare to see. 1287|How many friends I've ever known 1287|And each a treasure best receives, 1287|But not a single one 1287|Is loved by all with all. 1287|The happy pair, the happy bride, 1287|The joyous hours they spend together, 1287|Are never left unhappy: 1287|And though each may love each, 1287|No woman is the more blest! 1287|How many friends I've ever known 1287|And each a treasure knows, 1287|No woman loved without one loathed, 1287|No man can love a maiden. 1287|All that I'm wanting now, and still 1287|More, must I give to her! 1287|The world is far too narrow- 1287|Where all are loved I seek her, 1287|The world, and only the world, 1287|I give to her, give to her! 1287|My own desire she hath, in truth; 1287|My only wish is this. 1287|'Tis never but I'm loved and she, 1287|As well I know it's so. 1287|Now, from my heart I've torn away 1287|My heart's dearest love, 1287|For I would all adore my love 1287|And not to-day. 1287|Ah for a man a man! 1287|A man is not a man 1287|Who has no wish in his heart, I'll swear! 1287|There's none such as he. 1287|A man without a wife 1287|To cherish him at home 1287|Is a dunce in his trade 1287|Who has no pleasure. 1287|A man to be praised 1287|By a crowd is an empty thing! 1287|To praise a girl with pride 1287|He must know at once, 1287|Who has many a lover 1287|By choice. 1287|Thou art, thou art, O my beloved! 1287|What I most admire in thee 1287|Is that thou art so young; 1287|For young men often change, 1287|And even grow old. 1287|I'm sixty-one, thou art but thrice five; 1287|No wonder then I weep 1287|That in mid-life I'm glad to have thee. 1287|Thy husband's gone, and the poor family 1287|Shall always be his; 1287|He always, aye, he, was in life, 1287|And in death also the same! 1287|My heart within me's a-breaking, 1287|O how much more glad am I 1287|To be with these dear ones in heaven, 1287|Than in midst of all! 1287|Oh! that I could but return! 1287|I would not be alone, oh say! 1287|'Twere happy, would it but live! 1287|Yet this should not detain me, 1287|For I still may pursue them. 1287|As an infant, with eager step 1287|I seek out the house of my God 1287|In the field of the village: 1287|Then the vision in my heart 1287|From every spot is fled! 1287|And now I am alone, 1287|And none to talk to, or help! 1287|Who can be content to live 1287|In that world in which I'm? 1287|As I'm an exile, 1287|My darling, now with you, 1287|I'll never turn from thee. 1287|But should I, like a beggar, 1287|The gates unbar 1287|Of heaven; or should I, too, be 1287|Myself ungrateful, 1287|Then, as I'm such an exile! 1287|Then let my heart be, 1287|In exile, full of a will. 1287|So may I be, 1287|A Christian on earth, 1287|In ======================================== SAMPLE 14800 ======================================== 12286|Now in the light of a moon in her gold, 12286|I've had the pleasure to view the Queen. 12286|"So in a stately vessel of state 12286|The King came in for his Imperial dower, 12286|A golden cup, by an imperial team, 12286|That held--oh! what a sight!--one Diana dower, 12286|The Queen's own gift. 12286|"She said--'This Cup must be the gift of the King: 12286|So much for the gift. He whose hands alone 12286|Can shape the rudder, shall command the wheel; 12286|So much for the stroke. 12286|"And he who shall command the wheel alone, 12286|That is devised of His hand alone, 12286|And coordinated with His soul alone, 12286|And organized, shall be the leader of all. 12286|And we--We too shall do His bidding blind: 12286|He will create new worlds and shape them to man; 12286|He will create a new Eden--yea, new 12286|Man from the raw material of His loins-- 12286|"And the great Adam of mankind shall be 12286|Our first Prime Mover, His Son, whose name 12286|The heart of all mankind shall be still ARROLL, 12286|The first Life Brand. In the first hour of birth 12286|All things shall be divided into worlds, 12286|Each globe revolving in its sphere, with man 12286|In the center all. For no race that now 12286|Upon the earth doth toil, and no age that girds 12286|The hoary clime, shall have a seat within 12286|The regions of the Lord, nor within 12286|The regions of the Lord's dominion share. 12286|"So shall the first worlds go forth through all time 12286|And each shall form another world."-- 12286|Thus spake the Queen. 12286|The great moon rose in the purple west-- 12286|Then all the stars fled out of heaven-- 12286|Then all the sounds of waves, and winds, and rain, 12286|Were hushed at once. 12286|When, lo! with a gush of light, as from wings, 12286|Forth of the sky, a great Eagle came, 12286|And spake to the Queen, "Come, thou shalt not shrink 12286|From the task before thee. 12286|"Thy world is fashioned out of man; 12286|Thy world is imaged straight in God. 12286|Thy world, with all its ways and walks, 12286|Shall be organized and controlled 12286|First in His great mind; yea, all His works, 12286|The image and the scheme."-- 12286|The Queen arose 12286|And took another gulp of wine. 12286|The eagle left her side. So with the seed 12286|Of Adam, on that evening of the world, 12286|The Queen was placed; and thenceforth the work 12286|Of all creation was directed, 12286|From Adam's first creation to the end. 12286|The image and scheme of man and eagle 12286|Were to the work a preface: the work of all. 12286|The work was organized, and controlled, 12286|First from Adam's first creation to the end. 12286|The Queen took leave. As the Queen left 12286|Her place among the immortals, so she came 12286|Into the image and scheme of life, 12286|Man and the eagle and the woman--still 12286|As great and good as though no less divine; 12286|As the same soul that in those purest skies 12286|Entered the image and the scheme of life, 12286|And made her a sphere, and the world's wide plan 12286|The same as when she spoke--the same as when 12286|She took leave of man, the woman, the eagle; 12286|So through all time was ever life the same 12286|As when she spoke, as when she took another's hand. 12286|And when the Queen arose from out her dreams 12286|Of all creation, this is all the vision 12286|That flashed before her, in the grandeur of dreams. 12286|Of all creation her footstep came. All 12286|She ======================================== SAMPLE 14810 ======================================== 22229|The heart, the best of man's gifts--the hand of God; 22229|And, aye the most sweet of all who find 22229|In the low gowan-side a sheltering seat, 22229|Where they may look on the far sky of peace, 22229|And on the peace of God's love, till time shall end. 22229|I hold but a dream, and for ever lost 22229|The dream I held in the bosom of my sire, 22229|And now a stranger to the life of men; 22229|For not on the earth I knew, and not in a 22229|Far land, a town, and a palace-hall, 22229|My heart is but a windy star that trembles 22229|And sings in the breeze; and for ever--now-- 22229|I am but a wave upon the darkling sea. 22229|I have found again the hidden wave, and its deep 22229|Dark ocean is mine and the heart I know. 22229|The sea and the storm are my joy and pride; 22229|The storm and the wave are my life and love. 22229|When all is lost, a little wave, a little wave, 22229|I wander with a longing and a longing, 22229|My hands can win o'er the pearl of the golden sea, 22229|And it rests upon the golden wave, 22229|And over the golden wave, 22229|A little wave, a little wave, 22229|We drift to the shore and dream and dream and dream. 22229|The wave is a flame, a flame I am bereft of, 22229|The wave lies frozen upon its breast, 22229|Held dear of the soul, 22229|The wave is the heart. 22229|And so we dream in the tide, O dreamers of the sea, 22229|The waves dance round us as light and warm, 22229|And there's a melody that is ever a thrill, 22229|We drift to the shore and dream in the tempest of youth, 22229|We drift to the shore of life and the dream at last. 22229|They wander the world, like travellers great and wide, 22229|With a light that no world can have, 22229|They wander the world and we may think of that light 22229|But ever the waves are a-wing and they come for more 22229|And we float away and drift away in the wind. 22229|They wander the world and we may wonder why, 22229|But the waves that roll on the ocean and come at our call, 22229|They come to gather us up and they gather us home-- 22229|We drift to the shore and dream of the dream at last. 22229|Who are they and where art thou? 22229|Thou art the voice for the sea and the wind, 22229|For her lips and for a world of the sea, 22229|The wind that sings eternally. 22229|The waves shall hear with a mighty sound, 22229|The sea shall make answer to the sky, 22229|Where is the land upon the ocean's breast? 22229|Who art thou, who art thou, who art thou, 22229|Who art thou the voice of the soul of the sea? 22229|My wave is ever a storm and a wind 22229|That call upon the sea and thunder of the deep, 22229|And I dream of the waves that roll upon the shore, 22229|And a song is ever a sound of the world and of sea, 22229|And the sea and a storm that sing forever. 22229|And where are they that were sailors on the deep, 22229|The sea without a land on the ocean's breast? 22229|O, where are they that were seamen in the sea, 22229|The sea without a shore on the ocean's breast? 22229|And I float with them like a winged soul afar, 22229|As the sail of an eagle that flies afar, 22229|A singing soul far away on the sky's blue breast, 22229|And I lie with the ships of all the world on the sea, 22229|As I lie beside the ships on the sea. 22229|I lie and sleep and sleep with the ships, 22229|And a thousand dreams and thousand songs are born 22229|To the slumbers of lovers on the ocean's breast, 22229 ======================================== SAMPLE 14820 ======================================== 29993|"Ah, the summer-tide's dewfall is sweet, 29993|Like summer music: then that leaf I press, 29993|Lying across my heart, with its sweet heart 29993|Dying from the dew of June, and then 29993|To be more soft and clear than June's breath -- 29993|How the heart of my love for you 29993|Takes in heedless joy! Ah! the summer-tide 29993|Makes love's sweet, childish game! Ah me! 29993|The summer-bower and my love's way 29993|Stray over each the others go; 29993|But, where the lane turns, my love must turn 29993|To my winging summer air away." 29993|In the green-carpeted chamber of a house, 29993|Where the silver-hung smoke-wreaths hang, 29993|A little boy sat reading of old tales: 29993|And he said, "O sweet and wise, and full of wisdom! 29993|Thou'lt not have the summer-tide to come, 29993|But come when the summer has passed away, 29993|And the summer days are now grown late." 29993|And she said, with her dark eyes half-closed: 29993|"For love is not born, thou little boy; 29993|The summer-tide comes not when the day-time's done, 29993|Nor the lark, with silver voice, but when 29993|The day-time's not yet come. The summer-tide 29993|Rests on the summer, and that is right. 29993|The tender bloom on the blossoming bough 29993|Is as the summer-life in thy heart; 29993|And thy mother-heart is as one now 29993|Who knows that he never will know the day-time. 29993|For love is like the summer-life, my sweet, 29993|Because the summer is at its heart; 29993|In the earnest part of the day, 29993|In the heart of the year, it lies, 29993|Where no shadow of season can ever pass, 29993|And the leaves are as sweet as the morning air. 29993|The summer washes in summer-gleams; 29993|And love looks into thy dear eyes, 29993|With a great, sweet, tender, tender surprise, 29993|And a silent, trembling wonder 29993|For a moment--and he gazes in them." 29993|"The summer has gone home again," 29993|He said,--"and, oh! too long it has lain, 29993|And the day-time has grown long again; 29993|So, love, come when the day-time has flown, 29993|For thy eyes are as young as my heart." 29993|And the little boy stood up aghast, 29993|And shook off the last words as he ran, 29993|And he kissed her in silence again. 29993|She was a queen, with the eyes of a queen, 29993|And the lovely queens are few indeed, 29993|And she passed through the gates of the king,-- 29993|Then he called to her name, and she came. 29993|The king stood in the court of her room, 29993|And held up his hand, and her name came 29993|Through the gate of the hall, and she came. 29993|They sat hand in hand in the queen's bed, 29993|With a kind of a whisper and kiss, 29993|And the queen said to her queen, "'Tis well." 29993|And the queen went to the king and said, 29993|"Your daughter holds a royal name; 29993|"And I would have my name settled here, 29993|It is a name of deep renown, 29993|And it grows with my years as the rose 29993|Grows on the lips of the roseate lily, 29993|And I feel the love of a king is near." 29993|The queen stood near the king and said, 29993|"And will you have me as your queen-wife, 29993|And she shall be my queen, without guile, 29993|And we'll go on our way together, 29993|To the far-away and the dear old home, 29993|And make ======================================== SAMPLE 14830 ======================================== I love her, and I leave her: 9579|And if I knew one heart so sure 9579|I'd leave her in my power to meet her; 9579|To sit as one in Paradise, 9579|To hear her always tell me 9579|That I must live my life, and take her hand. 9579|Love was not dead when first I wooed; 9579|His smile still hailed me as a Maid; 9579|As one who still could hear the breezes play 9579|Above; 9579|Who looked behind and gazed before 9579|The rose-hung garden-gate that barred the door. 9579|And when the morning-air was white, 9579|And through the lattice crackling red, 9579|There trickled from the darkened pane 9579|The voice of music, mellow, clear, 9579|Not piercing as the clarion's tone, 9579|But whispering, passing softly by, 9579|As whispers other sounds that go 9579|Through some old leafy home of leaf and vine 9579|The tales I heard, the heart I knew! 9579|Alone they stood, their lips apart 9579|In the red lucent glimmering fire, 9579|As still as stars that burn alone, 9579|Or as the moonbeams faint and pure, 9579|Effuse in star-light their sweet eclipse. 9579|They stood, and through the polished glass, 9579|Half frightened by the melting flame, 9579|And half enchanted by its hues 9579|Of crimson and of gray, behold 9579|A sight as of the olden time, 9579|The tales I heard, the heart I knew! 9579|How, one July, in days of old, 9579|Upon a bank of floating grass 9579|A sunbeam found and touched and thrilled 9579|The little wave and dyed it gold: 9579|I saw--and touched it, too, with mine, 9579|From low lips kissed in careless waves; 9579|For that great kiss hath many a tale 9579|Of heartbreak, deep, sweet, and won. 9579|Oh, golden waves, from what far shore, 9579|The heart of one and all hath won, 9579|When shall the weary heart forego 9579|Its last sweet surfing lair? 9579|And thou, sun-burnt wave, wilt whisper low, 9579|In your gray prisoned nooks, 9579|Till all the waves are one with thee! 9579|He was born at Middletown, Pa., July 6, 1861, 9579|(See "_Old Middletown_," in Sunn. Parsee Book, 9579|collected by Roberta Hunt, and in forthcoming volumes 9579|He was one of those who, when they should lose some one, simply 9579|to tell the sorrow with a different, simpler word, and make the 9579|sufferer feel less alone: 9579|"And he was my brother, darling," her youngest daughter once announced 9579|by dropping her head upon her father's knee. 9579|His eyes were closed in a long and silent sleep; then one day, 9579|"Come, little dear, come to my arms!" 9579|Once I woke and found myself in a dark room, and the tears were 9579|"How do you do?" she asked. 9579|"Don't be silly, my dear, I'm very well," he answered, and, 9579|"I'm so sorry," she cried, and laid her head against his breast, 9579|for comfort he was aware; and so they slept together 9579|And the good lady woke, and found herself in her own door and 9579|"You are in Heaven!" she exclaimed; 9579|And the smile of her angel face had vanished. 9579|"What was it, dear?" she asked. 9579|"If you will not tell it to me, my dear, I'll whisper it to 9579|you here in the garden." 9579|"How did you know it was me?" she said. 9579|"That was one of the things 9579|I said to you at breakfast; I believe it _is_ me." 9579|"No; we've no history, and we have no tradition, nor even a 9579|"We must have been ======================================== SAMPLE 14840 ======================================== 1365|For a long time they thought it folly 1365|For a common man to go 1365|To the court of a king's son. 1365|And they did not find it strange or hard 1365|That the king was dead and gone, 1365|But a mighty stir in the house 1365|Whenever the king was near. 1365|A strange uproar arose and took 1365|The place of the king's death and flight, 1365|And the people were quarrelsome, 1365|And most insolent and loud. 1365|And the rich men came in their barges, 1365|And they pushed aside the others, 1365|Said: "The king is dead and gone, 1365|And a foolish woman is he!" 1365|And the maidens they shouted along, 1365|As they rode down the street, 1365|"Let us make a show of being married, 1365|Here is another wench in her bridal." 1365|And the King went in exile 1365|And the court at last received him 1365|And the people with anger came 1365|To embrace him as a brother, 1365|And called him brother. 1365|Yet the men and the maidens 1365|Of the court held back and scolded, 1365|And the King was called a rude beggar 1365|And called unclean. 1365|And one day the King 1365|Fell out of the royal palace 1365|And cried: "I have never been clean, 1365|For all my life I have been ill!" 1365|And the King was helped to be reconciled 1365|By the good lady of the court. 1365|Then the people who scolded 1365|And censured his loud moaning 1365|Said, "Now let us turn him into the city, 1365|And we will wash him at the public baths." 1365|Then upon the floor the little King 1365|In the royal bath sat swimming, 1365|And he murmured in his passion 1365|A bitter sentence of wrath: 1365|"What ails you, you insolent brats, 1365|To dare make merry thus at our expense? 1365|Why do you stand and sigh within 1365|Thus at the good people's expense? 1365|For ten whole long years they sit here 1365|In a row, in their chairs and booths, 1365|In a row, in the royal bath, 1365|All of them, in their brides-maids' groups, 1365|All of them, in their brides-maids' groups." 1365|And the King said, "I hear it, 1365|For I sat here all alone, alone, 1365|And I heard it only from the water. 1365|There came a maid, a young and beautiful one, 1365|And in the middle of the bath she stood; 1365|And she said, "I am the young and beautiful 1365|King and court farmer, 1365|That you have been a merry hostess 1365|And a bath-maid to the rich King's." 1365|And the King replied, "I shall not speak 1365|To any one but my own courtiers. 1365|And if any guest shall wish to sit with me, 1365|I would rather be an ill-tempered dwarf, 1365|Or perhaps a child of low degree, 1365|Or a beggar, I suppose." 1365|Then the guests, the guests who were not pleased 1365|With what they heard him, laughed louder. 1365|Then said the King: "The poor shall not eat 1365|Nor shall they drink, and the sick shall be bade 1365|To sit upon life's couch by their bedclothes." 1365|And the people said, "No; for the King 1365|Calls for all us to be merry, and glad, 1365|And I have heard him call as a guest, 1365|And so he is a welcome guest." 1365|But the King grew grave and fierce 1365|In the hall and cried, "The King is dead; 1365|I have eaten too much in the food-casks; 1365|He shall sit up here and cry, 'Amen!'" 1365|And so he was, and in his grief 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 14850 ======================================== 42034|When the winds blow free! 42034|The sea is deep and wide, 42034|And it loves the wild, 42034|And it follows like a bird. 42034|The sea sings as it flies by, 42034|And it follows too and shows 42034|So wonderful green. 42034|It brings my spirit home, 42034|It brings my soul back, 42034|Like a white cloud on the sky. 42034|It has found its way! 42034|When it was hid away 42034|The winds would blow on it 42034|And it would disappear. 42034|It has found its way, 42034|The clouds can never find it, 42034|So we have to take it, 42034|It is ours until the end! 42034|The clouds fly up on the wind, 42034|But it is so fierce and far 42034|It has not fled away! 42034|Oh, how bright is the sun, 42034|And how lovely the sky! 42034|In bright green-gleaming day, 42034|But when is the time, 42034|I want to sing and to run, I do! 42034|For the summer's gone, and the bird is away! 42034|When the sun and the rain in his path, 42034|It has gone in the wind. 42034|The wind blows strong to the sea in the sky, 42034|But it is only a breeze! 42034|Oh, come back, come back, 42034|It is time for me to sing again! 42034|The storm can never find you-- 42034|Come back, come back, 42034|And the rain will never find you-- 42034|In the green-gleaming sea! 42034|I never saw the day, 42034|I never was there; 42034|Yet in every voice, 42034|Like a little child, 42034|Thy voice my spirit greets, 42034|Like the voice of someone said, 42034|"Be well, thou little child, 42034|The storm will not stand thee." 42034|I never heard the voice of God, 42034|My lips have not said it; 42034|Yet to me ever, 42034|As the sun shines through the cloud, 42034|The voice my spirit greets 42034|"Be well, thou little child." 42034|I never marked the steps of the sun, 42034|My feet have never trod it; 42034|Yet to me ever, 42034|As the stars shine through the skies, 42034|The voice my spirit greets 42034|"Be well, thou little child" 42034|He came as a man and went away 42034|From a man of the world and youth, 42034|And his body and his soul and his love and his pride. 42034|I never saw him, but the years 42034|Have left upon and o'er him 42034|No trace of aught but his great eyes; 42034|And I always knew it-- 42034|For the ways of love were so great 42034|Of a man of the world and youth-- 42034|And still I am glad 42034|That he went away 42034|Like a man of the world 42034|And his body and his soul and his pride. 42034|They come with their cries and their tears, 42034|And their prayers and their sorrows, 42034|Their sorrow's sorrowless, 42034|And a child's glad. 42034|There is no word in the boundless sky, 42034|There is no whisper on the wind, 42034|To the little boy who lies asleep 42034|In the green-gleaming tomb. 42034|He is breathing out in his slumber, 42034|And the world is so still 42034|That it can tell nothing 42034|Of a word that the little boy is breathing: 42034|'Twas the voice of his mother: 42034|She whispered him sleep: 42034|Her words were so soft and so pure 42034|That he was so sweet. 42034|"Sleep, childhood-born!" she said to him, 42034|"A child of the world and youth, 42034|And his spirit breathes not the sound of words 42034|Nor makes any noise; ======================================== SAMPLE 14860 ======================================== 42034|From all kinds of things they could cull: 42034|A beaver and a beaver-nosed rat, 42034|And, just below the surface, I noted 42034|A single hare, a single raccoon. 42034|"I'll be back in--some morning--a-swimming," 42034|I told the waggon, and rode in. 42034|I was in the city where there's sunshine, 42034|But I'm a stranger to the woodland; 42034|So I dropped my hat where she had leaned it, 42034|And, feeling if I could win her, I stepped on it-- 42034|And swam. 42034|"What happened that day you came to our City, 42034|And what do you say?" 42034|"I didn't know. I'd got to see what's--" 42034|Then the waggon turned to a quick stop 42034|And the old horse leaped a bit of slack rope 42034|And went off. 42034|You have come, like a poet who has come 42034|And written verses for a hundred hearts 42034|For other hearts to sing them and to praise them. 42034|And all you have written is the song of the river 42034|And the song of the sky--the immortal, clear-blue sky. 42034|With its rippling, white-winged waves, 42034|And every ripple and spray of the open water, 42034|In a pure word written that every reader says: 42034|"The poets of the river are poets of will." 42034|The poet is the poet of all will, 42034|And for the poet his song is a song of light, 42034|And the poet is alone when the music is all passed. 42034|The poet stands alone on the edge of the silence, 42034|And all he hears is the song of a song of melody. 42034|What does he know of the poet? 42034|His dream is a dream, 42034|And every moment, a sparkle of something new 42034|In his long and passionate dream he discovers 42034|And exults and revels in the light of song. 42034|The poet is the poet of beauty and song; 42034|His song is a song, and his heart beats with love; 42034|The poet is the poet and knows it, and sings it aloud-- 42034|"O poet, poet, poet, poet!" and his eyes sing it. 42034|The day will end with the great song coming, 42034|And the poets of our city and the poets of home 42034|Will sing like a chorus of the song of the river 42034|Then stand together once more and say it with a shout 42034|Through the music of their heart, while their eyes glow with love. 42034|They are singing a great song. I can feel it, 42034|And I only think of the words that are written: 42034|"A poet has come to his door, 42034|A poet with flowers in his hands 42034|Has come across the river, 42034|To greet his poet wife." 42034|My eyes are full of tears, 42034|My heart is weary of fears. 42034|The poet is there, the poet wife, 42034|The poet is here and the poet son. 42034|But my heart goes out to a little children, 42034|Who come to me in the darkness of night. 42034|They are here to listen to the stars, 42034|They are here to hear the quiet song; 42034|They are watching for their beautiful mate; 42034|I am waiting in the darkness alone. 42034|So the stars are shining in the black sky. 42034|The sky is gray below. 42034|All of him who has not come in the darkness 42034|To greet their father, the poet is hidden, 42034|And the poet's only thought is of her.... 42034|His thoughts are of her, the poet wife. 42034|And now I am silent with fear, 42034|The poet and mother are alone.... 42034|I pray that they will not say 42034|Who is a poet and who is a child; 42034|For what do they know in the dark? 42034|I am so weary, so weary of tears, 42034|For every breath is a sigh ======================================== SAMPLE 14870 ======================================== 9576|Who but a child of love had taught 9576|Your courage to grow. 9576|"Where in the battle's smoke and steam 9576|Your arms had smothered death!" 9576|And the old Captain answered meekly. 9576|"It shall be done!" he cried. 9576|But where the flag that bore the Stars and Bars! 9576|Where freedom's banner so proudly waved, 9576|Where the blue battle-line, the red 9576|In dust or blood unwarming shone; 9576|'Tis true the Captain died of old 9576|In a fearful hour of war! 9576|But Freedom's cause is not for shame, 9576|And we have learned to fight with wrong; 9576|And Freedom's flag, when it was new, 9576|Spread o'er the land a flag of might 9576|That still shall float, unsullied bright, 9576|O'er land and ocean, sea and sky! 9576|And when its folded battle-tips 9576|Mount, folded, to the battle's blast, 9576|Freedom's emblems flutter there 9576|Unfaded, unrespected yet! 9576|'Tis strange that War's unfading wings 9576|Should, with an eye of fresh dismay, 9576|And a flag trembling 'neath their blow, 9576|Sweep over land and sea, 9576|O'er sea and ocean, sea and sky. 9576|War's a very pleasant thing! 9576|We lift her burdens light, 9576|Her fruitage far and wide 9576|Where'er the heart is bold. 9576|Her cannon storms and thunderings 9576|Are light upon the land; 9576|O'er all the waters wide 9576|A distant breeze is borne, 9576|And in its deadly stir 9576|The ocean rises higher. 9576|But ah! when gladder prospect smiled 9576|Our spirits dropt for fear, 9576|For lo! the dark and bloody fields, 9576|Where arm'd to vanquish lie, 9576|Are level with the battle-plain, 9576|And far away the smoke is borne 9576|From guns that never rest, 9576|And clouds that never rest, 9576|The clouds of battle--clouds that rest not well! 9576|How often on the track of war 9576|I've watch'd you coming and going, 9576|As if to meet a hostile train 9576|Of ships in convoy towed! 9576|O'er hill and dale you rang our groans, 9576|Your horrors mingled with the groans 9576|Of tortured souls in close of labor, 9576|From morn to even, night to night; 9576|And I am fain to think that sometimes 9576|You turned your backs upon us wholly, 9576|And switched on our darkening lanes 9576|For very joy of seeing our poor stream, 9576|The stream of suffering and revenge, 9576|So bitterly gushing toward the sea! 9576|For o'er his dead and dying clay 9576|Your faithful servant we have ta'en, 9576|And bound him hand and foot, 9576|To tread the road which He, who knew, 9576|Led only at His side. 9576|Ah, could you feel the burning now 9576|As when for some far-off prey 9576|Your hawks were busied hunting, 9576|Or broadswords skim'd the foamy seas, 9576|Or priests were busy praying! 9576|Could you the gladness then of the chase, 9576|The joy of spears, the shock of riven trees, 9576|Have seen, the while I spoke, pass by, 9576|Between the ravages of war, 9576|Between the clamor and the silence, 9576|Between the wail and the funeral,-- 9576|Had ever a dream like this one? 9576|Ah, no! Our joy in battle lies 9576|In one bright morning of the strife, 9576|Which leaves its trace upon the sod, 9576|And leaves a path for Freedom and Right. 9576|And as the trail of battle weaves 9576|Thick overhanging chains and wires, 9576|So industry, where ======================================== SAMPLE 14880 ======================================== 18500|The dearest thing on earth. 18500|Gentle is he, and honest; 18500|An equal, gentle lord, 18500|And, in the world around, 18500|In every place he frequents, 18500|Is an ornament to me. 18500|His daughter, as may be seen, 18500|Has a fair head and pretty brows; 18500|She was on Sunday muff't with me, 18500|And she has just now come here; 18500|She is to dance the next day, 18500|In Gloucester Church-yard now. 18500|And so I'll sing a little song, 18500|At length I say good-night, 18500|While, underneath the hawthorn tree, 18500|My poor, old, ugly aunt is. 18500|From my youth a restless desire 18500|To gaze upon the lovely land, 18500|By nature pleas'd to wander wide, 18500|In all her haunts and environs near, 18500|Till I was come to man's estate, 18500|A rugged land, unkind to toil, 18500|With rocks and stones obstructive bred, 18500|And little flow'rets scarce could I see, 18500|But with delight I left my native sod, 18500|And swam the Ganges to behold the shore, 18500|'Mong the pleasant isles that lie between 18500|The Indian and Indian isle, 18500|Of fruit and flower, of verdant trees, 18500|Trees never fell'd by Indian hand, 18500|And fruits of ev'ry hue and lotos, 18500|From the palms I made my bed, 18500|And there my spirits soft would rise, 18500|And feel I ne'er had felt temptation higher. 18500|The night then did I awake to view 18500|(To my great grief) a naked boy, 18500|That strove, as 'twere a lifon strong, 18500|For counsel in the watery wild. 18500|With hasty touch he tore my shirt 18500|Off, then to the shore he hied, 18500|In jingling chains and fillets grace 18500|I hung myself upon a birch-tree: 18500|He stript my limbs, and in a trice 18500|I swam to safety:-- 18500|It was a perilous sport to me, 18500|But oh! to have been a father! 18500|Oft in the stilly night, 18500|Ere waked from slumbers deep, 18500|Forth would I wander, lone, and far 18500|To where the Mouchzies gently rove; 18500|There, on a bank of reeds, I thought, 18500|Here breathe my soul in purity; 18500|And sweet the sleep that closed mine eye. 18500|The sun his summer glory shed, 18500|And my calm dreams were swiftly done; 18500|And as my way he held, 18500|I gazed with conscious joy on his face. 18500|But soon I heard a raucous shout, 18500|And with a flushed faced joy I woke; 18500|The moorland was up and raining 18500|Its gentle shower and gale; 18500|I started from my dream with glee, 18500|And sought the source of that gay mirth. 18500|The dewy morn had shrunk to be 18500|My mistress as retiring to rest; 18500|And she who sought me, veiled and coy, 18500|Was down upon her lustful bed. 18500|"Whet your sword, John Gilpin! Red heiress! 18500|Lo! how I love thee! Red heiress!" 18500|"And wilt thou join the Scottish bar?" 18500|--'Twas dark, and low, and silent was that day, 18500|And scarce had I risen, ere on the oak I look'd in, 18500|When methought a form did cross my early ken, 18500|Dawn'd on my fancy like the opening of a star. 18500|It seem'd as I did see a vision: first I knew her-- 18500|The early morn of youth, and then she seem'd to me 18500|Like the first smile of morning after ======================================== SAMPLE 14890 ======================================== 19221|That like the moon it rises late 19221|Yet shines so bright, I swear, across 19221|The meadows, and the mills, across 19221|The fields, the stream, the hills; 19221|With every thing that beauty sees 19221|By night and day. 19221|Hear how the locust's drowsy song 19221|Fills the House with ecstasy! 19221|Here will I lay me down and dream 19221|Of my love lost for evermore. 19221|To those fair daughters of the air 19221|What pleasure seest thou form'd so fair 19221|As Venus, from her cloudless heaven 19221|Ascending, with a thousand eyes 19221|Upon her face? 19221|But why should I in verse dedicate 19221|Thy countless eyes, my Mars? 19221|Not for their gracious light would I have painted 19221|Thy mouth, or gently taste thy lip; 19221|Yet, gentle muse, do thou impart 19221|One charm that cannot pass away 19221|Nor all the weight of loss be cast 19221|From thy poor feet; for which of all worn- 19221|And inanimate world doth history seem 19221|More noble than thy worthiest worthiness. 19221|Sweet house in peace, in peace, muse unconfin'd, 19221|Where art thou roaming, and what path hast thou 19221|In this bright country where the sun doth shine? 19221|Say, if in this thy quiet abode 19221|Rome or Athens dwell, is thy family 19221|In neighouring steed; or if thou art 19221|Some barbarous people; or in arms, 19221|Unhire, or in the field of death? 19221|Iris, arise, and give some other queen 19221|Her throne, as glorious as thyself! 19221|Lo! all these lovely shades about us show 19221|Thy own unrivall'd light. 19221|See how from thus pure love and night-dew'd joy 19221|Fast flow the vernal tints! See how fair 19221|Bloom the bright eyes, the lips gleam luminous! 19221|'Tis thou! Ah! do not chide the heaven 19221|That doth the world of thee enroll! 19221|'Tis thou, and thou alone;--a cloud 19221|Doth cover us,--but thou art here! 19221|How beautiful she stands! in her pureness 19221|The loftiest beauty I behold. 19221|Her eye serenely divine 19221|Never hung'st upon a mortal fair, 19221|And yet it seems to rest 19221|Ever on some far-off excellence, 19221|Some globe of love or heaven on earth. 19221|Eyes are not so blue, though they be begot 19221|Of a fair sun; and yet 'tis day 19221|In the clear eye, yet ever fixed 19221|On a heavenly vision. 19221|So fixed, yet ever turned on her 19221|There's nothing in the universe 19221|Which doth not seem most fair. 19221|Hers be shew unto all men, 19221|In brightness, or in gloom, in light, 19221|In purity, in kindred 19221|To a sister most closely 19221|Like to herself:--a sister 19221|Whom thou mayst think that thou art sister; 19221|But she 's fairer far than thou, 19221|If thou see her. 19221|In bright blue eyes the Child 19221|Lights to hers, and the dimples grace 19221|Her perfect cheek; the lidded breathe 19221|Soft as a mother's breast she yields 19221|Up to the skies; she's so blest, in sooth, 19221|She knows no sadness. 19221|In purple hair the maid 19221|Locks midnight with her locks; for they 19221|Are heavenly locks, most fair of birth; 19221|The first of nature. 19221|The midnight hour is nigh, 19221|Come thou, fair Angelique! 19221|With thine own eyes behold 19221|This child: she'll make it holy, 19221|And thou her heart's delight. 19221|Come, child of Art and Science ======================================== SAMPLE 14900 ======================================== I would gladly be 2620|With you to live and die, 2620|Though you must die with me; 2620|For you I could endure 2620|A thousand angry gods, 2620|And, though not of our train, 2620|Still be the happy fool. 2620|No! I will be with you 2620|Till old age come knocking: 2620|But, after that, you know 2620|That I shall be with others. 2620|And then, ere that may be, 2620|If I be with others still, 2620|I'll go my way, and live 2620|As best I could of old. 2620|How do I love you? 2620|You're a little gray-headed man! 2620|I've twenty years of wedded life 2620|More, and yet I love you not! 2620|When I first saw you I thought, as all men did, 2620|That all men loved such births of wrenched arms as mine! 2620|Not that I have been in love with any one; 2620|For if all love me, that truth is plainly seen: 2620|And, if I have not loved you, then women do it! 2620|But all men, when they look at the breast of a wife, 2620|Think, as I think, of the dear old time, and dream 2620|Of the sweet innocent winters, of sun and moon, 2620|Of the dear old days, when they made love like me! 2620|But you are young; and you never will know them all; 2620|For, though I love you, love I must not to you; 2620|And I am old; and, with an old-fashioned wit, 2620|I can tell in the morning the things that I think. 2620|As I was going up Pall Mall to tea, 2620|I met a man with queer eyes, 2620|And he made answer to my speech, 2620|In a strange, strange queer way:-- 2620|"I've been up Pall Mall to tea, 2620|Yet I dona like the place: 2620|There's a fellow there I do know 2620|I do not wish to meet; 2620|Musty--musty looks the street 2620|And the wind is bitterly cold, 2620|Yet I'm as happy as a king 2620|In a nice little house below, 2620|For my wife and I are happy, 2620|In a nice little house below, 2620|We've a garden of fine trees 2620|And we have honeycombs and rings 2620|And we have maids that are sweet; 2620|There's no house can be perfect, 2620|Yet we think we have a right 2620|To be perfect, as true friends are, 2620|When they can see that we're you and I, 2620|If they could see that we're you and I, 2620|If they could see that we're you and me. 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|I met a man with queer eyes: 2620|He said: "I've been up Pall Hill 2620|A whole year to tea." 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|I met a man with queer eyes: 2620|He said: "I've been up Pall Hill 2620|To tea, and I do not like it very much; 2620|I have not a drop to drink, 2620|Yet I do not like it much; 2620|For I think it is the worst place 2620|When I think of--ay, ay, the same; 2620|Yet I'm as silly as a canary, 2620|When I think of--ay, ay, the same." 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|And I must not let you down! 2620|A rose-colour grows on your face, 2620|And the sunshine on your hair: 2620|You are all the gay, gay season, 2620|For you only do to-day. 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was going up Pall Hill, 2620|As I was ======================================== SAMPLE 14910 ======================================== 24269|He made, and, as a stone, with cunning and with art, 24269|And many a charm, of which some would have thought 24269|Ill done had we not been wary, but his time; 24269|And, when, at length, he bade us take our stand, 24269|Arose the steely tempest. We, thus placed, 24269|Had still to guard us both, with thongs of leather 24269|We bound the hands, and to the thongs fast bound 24269|His son; then from his belly to his head 24269|We withdrew him, and, as he lay, his tail 24269|Next from beneath him threw, and closed in folds 24269|Around his manly sides, as also me. 24269|When, though the winds at length abated not, 24269|And from the billows drove the waves, suddenly 24269|Hearing a voice, in whose tones we understood 24269|The voice of Ulysses, I, at the sight 24269|Of our oarsmen, all in panic, trembled 24269|Like one whom clouds o'erhang with thunder. 24269|And now, as he was thus ensnared, we swam 24269|Through the wide-flung breezes; but the wind 24269|Blew off our sails, for not a sail retained 24269|Ulysses; he, thus driven ashore, floated 24269|One length, and the rest leaped into the sea, 24269|For all the bowsprit filled them also. 24269|Thus, then, all day, we fricas'd the waste, 24269|Till the broad sun descending, clothed us all 24269|In garments wrought of living silk, which spread 24269|From end to end, above our heads, the fold. 24269|On the eve, when other weather had screened 24269|Our course from dangers, we, with my crew, 24269|Conduct'd by my dearest friend, the King, 24269|Stood at a certain part of the hollow shore. 24269|The shore at length was reached, and, seated, stayed 24269|We there in silence toil'd; I, thus, alone 24269|The King's appearance in the hollow cave. 24269|Oh my dearest father! I have here arriv'd 24269|Still to be witness at my table-guard's 24269|And servants' heads a man of sense, a man 24269|In friendship warm with whom I delight 24269|To sit, for whom I entertain no more 24269|A thought of toil through foreign countries wide. 24269|To whom scarce enjoin'd, in words of joy, 24269|The aged Sire, I thus began, and pray'd 24269|The genial Gales on high to shed me forth 24269|Thy gale, that we may drink the juice divine, 24269|That, as he once have bless'd us, we may drink 24269|The juice that dwells within the fig-tree;-- 24269|But first a bit of cheese I will require, 24269|And offer it, and thou shalt take the portion, 24269|If she or he of hand, in place of me, 24269|Give me your leave to touch the door. Such is 24269|The law, O man, that all thy days thou singest, 24269|Nor any eye thy song regard; but these 24269|Thy daily dues, thy every pleasure take. 24269|I spoke also what most I long'd to prove, 24269|And with the word, the word, complied; the cheese 24269|In safety lay, and then with much command, 24269|Thy father, open laid the door. Such was 24269|The king's commandment, nor I less the sire 24269|The cake prepared, and in the hollow cave 24269|The aged Man himself sat eating, his ear 24269|Oft listening who (a sight) sat not within, 24269|For, in that presence, of his son, the chief 24269|Of all the chiefs, Minerva's seer, the Muse, 24269|Himself, not long ago, had mourn'd, long since, 24269|A son iniquitous, Polyctor Meles, 24269|Sorrowing, through fear from Vulcan, and his wife, 24269|Whose name was Coronis, ======================================== SAMPLE 14920 ======================================== 1246|For you, my love; for you, I've never 1246|Brought a thought to my mind in the last 1246|Long hours of the day. The day's a mad hour. 1246|The day will run to its utmost. 1246|You'll sit down in your room. I'll come in 1246|And make you something lovely, and sweet. 1246|I'll make you a ring, and you shall take 1246|Your little lover's hands and kiss them. 1246|I'll make you a ring, and, clasp only hand, 1246|I'll put a golden coin within it-- 1246|And then I'll take it to your hand, 1246|And you shall hold it in your own that is 1246|More precious than all--your lover's hand! 1246|I will make you a ring. 1246|I will make you a ring, 1246|And then kiss you from the golden coin. 1246|And then you shall look down on that boy, 1246|For whom I've made the wedding-ring-- 1246|And give him to your soul, and kiss him. 1246|You who sit there like a girl who is so young, 1246|And can see nothing out in the world, 1246|And can only hear so loudly the sound 1246|Of the bells, and see so little about, 1246|I've given you a ring. 1246|And I have told you of the money-maker, 1246|How if you will give it to him, 1246|He'll make you a girl of a certain age, 1246|With the young blood of a city. 1246|Well, I'll tell you about it, my friend. 1246|You shall give him what-you will. 1246|I cannot give you back all the world, 1246|Nor change your life; you shall live on. 1246|You are so young, and yet you have seen 1246|So many years of world-round things, 1246|You understand all about it now; 1246|You have read the Book of Parts, where all 1246|Is set in stone, and sealed in a word. 1246|You have heard about it. We are young, 1246|Young, and very good at what we do. 1246|And you shall understand, come what may, 1246|The reason why I give you a ring to-day,-- 1246|Come, and give him your hand. 1246|There's a boy who goes to Mass once a week-- 1246|He is so tall and fine; 1246|When he makes love to Mary Ann, 1246|Why, then she says "Yes"; 1246|And while they are laughing at the priest 1246|She whispers "Yes" to him. 1246|And I'm sure he would rather have her 1246|Than any other man. 1246|Or any girl I may have heard say-- 1246|But now I'm off to bed. 1246|I go over to Mass once a week, 1246|And that is all the reason why-- 1246|He would rather have her than any other,-- 1246|The reason why I would rather have her! 1246|Well, my friend, you've made another woman 1246|And married her to-day; and I am sure 1246|You would rather see her, too, than any woman 1246|Since she's such a pretty thing. 1246|So my dear dear, I'll tell you, and you will surely 1246|Have much the same answer,--Come, see the ring! 1246|I have written twice, but the thought of it makes me 1246|Aghast, and I can't write it all over; 1246|I shall have to turn over the pages, 1246|And write it over in Latin. 1246|"My wife is a woman and has come back to me, 1246|My love is a lady and has found me; 1246|I have written about her, and you have read my 1246|Speeches, 1246|You have talked about her. 1246|But since my wife has come back to me, 1246|I've found another way to try to express her; 1246|It's not over at all: 1246|Go to her,--go to her,--go to ======================================== SAMPLE 14930 ======================================== 4010|The sunbeam falls as bright 4010|As silver flakes of snow 4010|Upon the mountains' bosom, 4010|But, from the mead below, 4010|The bloom of flowers is pictured, 4010|With violets painted to match, 4010|And tulips in bold array. 4010|The morning hues are dimmer, 4010|And, from the forest shades alighting, 4010|The daws come flitting softly; 4010|But, from the hollow in descending, 4010|The gushing tear is dim; 4010|And some have thought me dreaming, 4010|That the dew is shining, shining, 4010|For, where the dew is falling, 4010|There shines our summertime. 4010|We've seen the green and rosy, 4010|And the pale-starr'd morn, 4010|And then we thought, alas! 4010|We'd see that afternoon. 4010|And we have watched the twilight, 4010|But, oh! it brings us woes: 4010|Let us not linger, joy-stricken, 4010|When day has vanished so! 4010|What need we of the evening 4010|To make our hearts rejoice? 4010|For, ere the night-wind murmurs, 4010|Or the stars tell night away, 4010|We've seen the autumn rain. 4010|In the dark old ruins, in the lonely streets of old Worcester town 4010|As the sun sank slowly from the eastern hill, 4010|The bright streams stained the skies with golden hue, 4010|That all my heart with rapturous glow began 4010|To gaze upon the form of her, so fair as she stood, 4010|Whose form was of a shapely stature tall and straight, 4010|A dusky hue was in her yellow hair, 4010|That o'er her shoulders hung in gurgling ropes, 4010|That, in her side, an azure light did play, 4010|Like that the morning dyes upon the cloud, 4010|When the white sun sinks into the sea. 4010|The song of birds--I listen'd as I sung - 4010|The music which the wind upon the trees 4010|Breathed o'er her form--the wild birds' song,-- 4010|Swell'd my high will, I clasp'd her to my heart - 4010|Her eyes were like two starry eyes of old, 4010|A golden cloud was in their depths that shone, 4010|And, "Oh! that I were where I _am_!" 4010|She is mine own dear companion, my own-- 4010|My own beloved, for her heart, I swear, 4010|Nor the dark powers of the wood nor river 4010|Could ever put the things she loved from me: 4010|So mine she goes,--my bosom's own bride 4010|For ever from the moment that I clasp'd her, 4010|My love, my own darling, for her sake-- 4010|So mine she goes, the day that may not be - 4010|No, no, no! while life with thee may last, 4010|My love, my own lovely maid! 4010|The days and the nights we have spent together, 4010|The lovesick heart, the heart all aflame, 4010|The joyous eyes, the laughing lips forever new, 4010|The sunny smile, the mirth that awakes, 4010|The happy hours,--the noonday gloom so rare, 4010|But love--oh! love--all that she lost herewith, 4010|Is mine; her part of all I lost in heaven. 4010|Oh! what avails it, that from day to day 4010|We felt the fond, sweet bond unbroken, 4010|And heard no voice to call us apart? 4010|I might have dwelt at her beloved feet, 4010|We know each night the same, when dawn is near, - 4010|Or if it were, that I, who now am here 4010|In the same room as once, could see with pride 4010|One half of her fond heart--it cannot be. 4010|What could we do but sigh in silence down, 4010|We know that thou wouldst never forget! 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 14940 ======================================== 22229|The drowsy, lazy days when the wind is low; 22229|The moon that never had seen the sea, 22229|Is there and will be there until the morrow. 22229|I want to take the wild wind's arm, 22229|And be a queen for evermore, 22229|And win a kingdom, and be king, 22229|But a heart--a heart that is calm and warm. 22229|I want to give the air a thrill, 22229|And light the drowsy air on fire, 22229|And be a queen for evermore, 22229|And lord it like a lord to me. 22229|My drowsy heart's been in a fret 22229|But there is naught can do the same; 22229|Now I can trust in her and you, 22229|And all the world will know my love. 22229|What matter if the fates despise 22229|And that I cannot reach perfection? 22229|The love that you gave is a charm 22229|That holds the soul in heavenly trance; 22229|I envy no king on this sad earth 22229|My happy, heart-warm, quiet queen. 22229|The dark-blue mists that rest above, 22229|The gentle wind that sighs among, 22229|Bring a soft memory in the night 22229|That brings the rose in the morning light; 22229|The sky hangs o'er my love's serene, 22229|As 'neath stars that hide the earth's grey stain 22229|Her image is seen by morning ray. 22229|For there the moonbeams like the dew 22229|In the deep sky above her lie: 22229|The stars will flash in the west away 22229|She's there with the stars! 22229|The bright and golden dreams that are 22229|In her bosom's dim recesses, 22229|Are dimly lighted by his beams of fame, 22229|And golden are her eyes in deathless story. 22229|She sits and dreams in the shade, 22229|Of a sweet, sweet love, 22229|And the tears come fast in like a stream, 22229|And the dream that glads. 22229|When you reach the gate, 22229|I'll be waiting there 22229|'Neath the moon that's hung a-tremble 22229|On the night's pale white; 22229|As it falls o'er the shadowy lake 22229|And the star its glory has bought, 22229|To the dim dimm o'erhead on the hill 22229|Its light is flung. 22229|'Neath the moon's soft beam, 22229|On my knee, 22229|I think upon the loved one's smile, 22229|Of the eyes that shone, 22229|In a dream we fondly loved so well-- 22229|For a dream so well! 22229|I'll sit and kiss 22229|The hand that still, 22229|In my cradle lies, 22229|Folded its soft hand in mine, 22229|With a sweet kiss 22229|It gave to the bosom, too, of my dear 22229|And lovelorn love. 22229|'Neath the moonbeam's glance 22229|And the moonlit sea, 22229|My soul is dreaming by a spring, 22229|And a dream in the dream. 22229|A lovely little house of the lordly type-- 22229|A house in the castle of one, at any rate-- 22229|A house--the very word's unboasting, in its way-- 22229|Houses are a pleasant little things to me. 22229|With a view 22229|To the joy of the things that, in truth, they are not; 22229|As things themselves, a little house, though small-topped, large, 22229|Of the lordly type--as I have seen, of late, 22229|And, in your face, 22229|The proud, unblemished character I hold most dear 22229|Of all the houses--and, too, I have noted well 22229|That the house is a house, for we make so free, and go, 22229|We stand out from the crowd, you or I, for our love-- 22229|A house of the lordly type--and ======================================== SAMPLE 14950 ======================================== 27139|As she hath done for man, so now shall be done for thee. 27139|As she hath done for man, so now shall be done for thee. 27139|As she hath done for man, so now shall be done for thee. 27139|I know her, and now I know the sweet and gracious nature 27139|Of her gentle nature and pure and benign spirit. 27139|The sweet and gracious nature of her gentle nature is 27139|A living beam that gladdens all a man beholds. 27139|The pure and benign spirit of her benign spirit is 27139|A burning light that thrills all his pulses through 27139|With a feeling of joy and of great pleasure. 27139|I know her, I know the sweet and gracious nature 27139|Of her sweet nature and pure and benign spirit. 27139|And now I know how my purpose to fulfill hath been 27139|By the true and pure nature of her benign spirit. 27139|And now I know how the pure and benign spirit of her 27139|Is a living beam, a burning beams beam in mine heart. 27139|I know her, and now I know the sweet and benevolent 27139|Nature which to me and myself hath been her light. 27139|And I know how she hath been my light, my light, my 27139|I know her, and now know the sweet and benevolent nature 27139|Of her sweet nature and pure and benign spirit. 27139|The sweet and benevolent nature of her sweet nature 27139|Now hath been fulfilled in me, and I feel my life renewed. 27139|I feel the spirit of good which dwells in me, 27139|That dwells and reigns in thee, thy life, and all thy works; 27139|I feel the spirit of love which dwells in me, 27139|That dwells and reigns in thee, thy life, and all thy works; 27139|I feel the spirit of happiness that dwells in me, 27139|That dwells and reigns in thee, thy life, and all thy works. 27139|And there's no man of men can say I've ever done 27139|A thing of worth and worth alone, to give his soul 27139|A sense of joy and joy alone in the good of me; 27139|I've given pleasure and joy to the world. I've given 27139|I've given the chance to men--to men, that they may live. 27139|My gift to them is health and welfare. 27139|But they have set a price on health and welfare, 27139|They have bid me give it all away. 27139|I give my health and welfare, 27139|But they have bid me choose between two evils. 27139|I'm either a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Or a wise man in folly and folly. 27139|For folly and folly is not worth while. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare 27139|Is always hungry, he will never get enough. 27139|The foolish boy in health and welfare, 27139|Is always full, and always needs more-- 27139|Wine in his blood, or the food in his breast. 27139|Wine, or the food in his breast, 27139|When he sees in health but grain and clay, 27139|Wound in his heart or leg, he is afraid. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare 27139|Is always in for a charge; 27139|He is always a gambler with his health, 27139|Or of folly or lust is always cheated. 27139|I would not with the foolish boys play 27139|The gambler with his health. 27139|It may be that a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Or a fool in folly and folly, 27139|Can be as good as many a fool in folly 27139|Or lust. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare 27139|Or a fool in folly and folly, 27139|I would not with them play. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Wine or bread, or a noble meal, 27139|Can be the food of a noble meal. 27139|Fools in health and welfare 27139|Are but fools in welfare. 27139|For a fool in health and welfare, 27139|Wine or food, or a noble meal, 27139|All the time is ======================================== SAMPLE 14960 ======================================== 1728|beholds our father in the house with Helen, and would have called him 1728|'What news ye brought him, say? and what new thing have we learned 1728|in our strange land, that ye may be glad of it?' 1728|Then answered Phineus, lord of the Aetolians: 'Hereof there is no 1728|tale, but it is certain and evident. Our fathers made the very 1728|marshals of the sea-cliffs, and they took me to the cities of 1728|the men and the cattle of the Maeonians, and the gods gave me an 1728|elder son of a daughter of Asteropaeus. But soon as for the 1728|cattle of the Maeonians I was gone, even so did the gods alter 1728|the marriage, sending me with my daughter to Aia, the goddess 1728|mother; and by and by all our son was slain.' 1728|Then again spake wise Telemachus and spake saying: 'Yea 1728|verily, verily, I did send you message, that ye might know 1728|the tidings of this marriage, and the saying of the stranger.' 1728|Then the swineherd made answer and said: 'Verily I will have 1728|you know that I was never of the Maeonians, but a stranger 1728|sent me, and my father has gone with his daughter to a distant 1728|land, and hath taken them to his own town, where it is not 1728|behold of the Achaeans; and a stranger thus has come hither 1728|with his wife and children. Ere yet the days of his life were 1728|numbered he had slain the bull for grief, when he had slain 1728|Thesprotia, and the horned ox. For this had I a son 1728|and a valiant champion, and I would take him to the home of 1728|his father and to his house, for never yet did any man 1728|suffer him no punishment for the death of his foe.' 1728|Then wise Telemachus answered him, saying: 'Yea now, 1728|by that god first of men, who made all things, it is as thou 1728|hast said. But come now, give the wanderer one more lesson of 1728|wisdom, namely, that when he shall have gone through 1728|all the way, and shall have passed through the house of 1728|the Achaeans, he shall come to thine own country. And 1728|thy son shall be a godlike warrior even as now, and thou 1728|hast a goodly man in thy house.' 1728|And Odysseus of many counsels answered him and said: 1728|'Odysseus of many counsels, wilt thou tell me in what wise a 1728|woman can give birth to such an offspring as hath 1728|passed through the 1728|house of the Achaeans, and what manner of death shall be that 1728|man whose son hath fallen? for behold, I doubt the tale. It 1728|is no the first time that such a thing hath been done. And 1728|now, that thou art wise and just, will I tell thee all 1728|that is seen of this kind, whereof the father was angry, 1728|and for verily would he give thee counsel; and many an one of 1728|the folk were of his kindred sore in pain, for he had 1728|cowed his friends. For behold, he went to the ship of 1728|the Myrmidons, and the sea gat him in his ship, and the 1728|maidens held away, and the sailors left them; and a 1728|woman took the charge of the house. Thus for a while he 1728|lived in halls and feasted, but the sea came upon him, 1728|and the tide was ever ebbing and flowing, so that never 1728|long his life waxed. But presently did he draw anear 1728|his house and the people of his lineage, that he might see 1728|how his children fared, and come to his farm, for he was in 1728|his age and a rich man. So he took his horses and 1728|gave them free-lipered to walk, that they might look on the 1728|house and the people with their wives and little ones ======================================== SAMPLE 14970 ======================================== 20|Thir whole estate, and with such wealth augmentd, in all 20|Thir good, discoverd, and to them as they 20|To God, their Sovran Lord; as was devised 20|For their defence by NIMSHIDNIAH the Ransomd, 20|When he came to th' Assembly MOKANNAE leading 20|His warlike Gent--NIMSHIDNIAH the Ransomd, 20|Thir means and wonted vengeance. In the meanwhile 20|The RZDEVIM her Council met; and in thir countr'd 20|Branch, who each through Faucon had tour'd, avails 20|No farther, if he will not speak, the rout 20|Of wandering Heathens, who in thir shrubs 20|With wonted lawless riot fill the Bay, 20|ROBBEDNAVM, of whom the RZDEVIM had charge, 20|Was Vice President. In his turn Otho 20|Assayer knew him, and began: "Mr. President, 20|A messenger from the people I come, 20|Familiar to thine ear; more earnestly 20|I come, than I came, before, with earnest suit 20|Against the rash and evil Proprietors 20|Of BOSTON, in the pulpits. Them I speak of, 20|The manifest fraud, the guilty riot, 20|The high plagiarick wickedness of those 20|Who, standing in congregation, solemnize 20|Their own errors first, and then plagiarize 20|And sin with others, as the Beavers practiced 20|With ABARIM and ZAROPIND. Behold their books! 20|They snare the people with a solemn vow, 20|And then, by force of silence, STAMP out their faults, 20|Legitimately, but unlawfully, in men, 20|And in a law to footmanage God. Behold 20|Their books! behold their books! behold their books! 20|A MONKEY'S alike their owner and theirs! 20|Now these be wicked as the wildest wolves: 20|The rest are pious, just, and written right; 20|The rest are Quakers, and conform to these 20|Their strictly evangelical walks. 20|The rest uphold their covenant with the beasts, 20|Refuse to lend the mails unto them here, 20|Bury their dead, and to their worship resort; 20|These lay hands on the offending books, and these 20|Prepare and seal those wherein they do resort. 20|Behold the wicked sect from GRIMAS sprung, 20|And them the wicked race of BOSTON comes; 20|These by force of circumstances do come, 20|But THOSE from CONNECTICUT do flee away. 20|And this the Almighty Father hath fore-won 20|With gracious purpose, that ev'n those things be wrought 20|Which best his pleasure shall prepare and crown 20|With blessings infinite, while he defends 20|The truth and goodness of his covenant, 20|Ev'n from that threat'ning power which BEGINS, 20|And in that SACRED ORDER HOLY, 20|In sacred books and holy law exact. 20|"And this our covenant with the beasts, 20|Our holy, holy Covenant, how well it deals 20|With them, behoves us to observe; 20|For whatsoever are the sales or gains 20|By converting them to Gods or Gods to come, 20|Or else to me, the SACRED SON, which GOD is, 20|Must convert these also, though I remain 20|Unalter'd, or they also leave this light. 20|"But, if they will not from me fall, but stay 20|As heretofore, here also stay they too, 20|And either way submit to me: if I will 20|They may from me take away their sale; 20|And on this day must be observed even me." 20|--Thus spake the Eternal Father; and he stayed 20|Th' unnonder'd Angel, and resum'd his pray'r. 20|Pray'rs first were zealous, next, the willing flock; 20|And every house in candlestick stood bright 20|With outstared lamps, as at the solemn fast 20|Taught each his part; the keys holding rank or cross, 20|The lights were the sign of various degrees ======================================== SAMPLE 14980 ======================================== 24778|We've done our best, from this day forward, 24778|to keep the "R" out of "R." 24778|The "O's" now line up with precision 24778|and are duly noted, too: 24778|I've done my best to make them complete; 24778|and would do my worst, in duty bound, 24778|to mark the "A" and the "N." 24778|I'm glad you like "O" and "I" better than "e"; 24778|I understand why "t" and "e" are "o." 24778|If you've any questions about my rhymes, 24778|or find a fault with my arrangements, 24778|you can _ask Edith_, my old parrot. 24778|"Quack! quack! Quack!" 24778|She laughs in her blue and saucy way, 24778|with the air of a woman ready for a fight. 24778|Her "lounge" is a desk near the fireplace, 24778|and at times she has even been known to 24778|sit down for a few minutes, 24778|to warm her hands from the combing of 24778|the knots of her hair. 24778|But oh! her cheerful and witty jokes, 24778|are as good for the soul as 24778|the funniest of her wit. 24778|Her eyes are brighter than stars, and 24778|they shine with a rare and celestial light, 24778|and when in a comical mood 24778|she talks "out" as a "tater" would talk, 24778|her laugh would be a "wumpole's" "wass." 24778|But, oh! her charming and charming ways, 24778|the happy and patient, her "spend," 24778|she will never find another mite 24778|to match in her "spend," 24778|Or, let us suppose (as may befall) that 24778|her last gift is an old silver chain, 24778|with a golden link, 24778|I'm sure you'll say in her favor 24778|was never given by a girl. 24778|With a chain of half a hundred years 24778|she is holding it up to the air, 24778|And she shakes it with a manner still more sweet 24778|than a red rose. 24778|And it keeps coming, it keeps coming down, 24778|and she knows not why, 24778|But I'm sure you'll say in her favor 24778|it was never given by a girl! 24778|We are all of us waiting for a chance 24778|to be useful like you, 24778|You must think that you will "work a treat" 24778|for our hearts and for our eyes. 24778|But the truth of it is, 24778|we never find a work that we are quite glad 24778|about. 24778|You must think, indeed, that you'll "work a treat" 24778|for our hearts and for our eyes. 24778|And there will be the heartache and the hurt, 24778|and the misery of it, 24778|And the endless sighing 24778|from the heart for the joy to come. 24778|O how beautiful is the April day! 24778|And how sweet the flowers! 24778|And it is the time of roses, and lilies, 24778|faintly rising, 24778|Softly blowing in the meadows, 24778|The garden is very pretty! 24778|And it is the time of roses, and lilies, 24778|Their golden petals, 24778|Like silvery snowflakes melting, 24778|I see upon the meadows. 24778|And then the roses are in bloom; 24778|They have come out so softly, 24778|I feel as if I could curl them 24778|into snow, 24778|And then they fade away. 24778|It is sweet to lie and loiter to the frosty grass, 24778|To watch the clouds pass over the hills and the hills, 24778|And the fields, like a garden with daisies and lilacs, 24778|In the warm fresh air of April. 24778|For the flowers of April are sweeter than honey; 24778|And the wind in its icy wings is ======================================== SAMPLE 14990 ======================================== 8187|"Come, tell us, thou God of gods, 8187|'Tis not for the sake of gold 8187|Thou bringest these bright gems, 8187|But that I know by their soft shine 8187|That thou'rt the God of Love." 8187|"Ah, my dear Lord, the gold is dust, 8187|Thou'rt young, they say, two hundred years. 8187|But if thy heart and soul be true 8187|And from this life of dust to come 8187|Thou'lt not be changed in your decline! 8187|"I've known one, I know, my son, 8187|A man of royal birth in Greece; 8187|And he was wont to wear-- 8187|'Twas a golden chain around his neck-- 8187|"One bright light, I wist that day, 8187|And--ah! that dark untimely hour! 8187|And I, ah, so blind-- 8187|My little son, what now dost thou know?"-- 8187|"I knew not where it lay, sir, 8187|He told me, in his own way; 8187|But all the earth is dark and dull, 8187|And no man hears his name _his_ note; 8187|"In Rome's dull streets I used to lie, 8187|And hear--_his_ last farewell kiss-- 8187|I could not tell to those who lay 8187|Like ghosts, or but a passing smile; 8187|"Thus did I rest, to what I knew 8187|Of this--that little world on earth 8187|Bewildered at the brightening hour, 8187|"And I, as nameless and untrusting, 8187|The shadows I felt about me stole, 8187|Till by the gentle light I saw 8187|(Which God gave to me, in fear) 8187|How man and angel love one star." 8187|Then, as he turned the golden chain 8187|And breathed it from the golden mouth, 8187|He felt this light--this light-- 8187|From out that chain--oh, could I tear 8187|This soul from out my mortal zone! 8187|And I--so weary, wan, and worn-- 8187|In darkness must seek some ray, 8187|And look--but look in vain!-- 8187|And see--oh, who could look--if true 8187|How dark this world's if it were known! 8187|"Oh, be my prisoner there, and I, the Soul within thee, 8187|"And let me bear thee as prisoners would, 8187|"And live in what, though thou wert blest, woe is thee!-- 8187|"The only world, if the rest's but to woe! 8187|"And when I have seen every soul, 8187|"As well as thou, whose own life's as blank 8187|"As hell's bleak deserts--then say--what world wilt thou be?-- 8187|"Thou'rt but as poor a thing as mine! 8187|"Of all the many dreams of youth, 8187|"The first hath been the most true; 8187|"My other dreams have all been wayside looks, 8187|"A hint, I can't deny, 'twas true. 8187|"I've made my heart so light, that it 8187|"Its warmth around would go, 8187|"As if my hand had ever found 8187|"Honey in a wildest way. 8187|"But, ah, my joy?--how soon it seems 8187|"Our eyes must meet again! 8187|"I have not learned, so dearly dear, 8187|"To look down from that first sight; 8187|"For if my hand for one moment 8187|"Should linger on those eyes, 8187|"To feel them fluttering to my heart, 8187|"And plead with me for one bliss 8187|"It _would_ not love, yet love so much, 8187|"Thinking of _one_ lost youth! 8187|"But see--what change comes o'er me! 8187|"That light I see, is that 8187|"The form a young, bright bird can trace 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 15000 ======================================== 1002|And I, who never shall see my true reward, 1002|Been born to be with sinners crucified. 1002|Truly thy words so glads me, that the song 1002|Takes every favour to itself, and yields 1002|No other praise but thine. Therefore thy words 1002|Give pleasure to my spirit, and thy words 1002|Sweetened my soul with their affections' fragrance. 1002|Thus in the presence of the blessed I 1002|Surrounded am; for nothing there is joyous 1002|But in that which makes honour and in bliss. 1002|Within the church itself there is a gate 1002|That opens to eternity, and back 1002|reaches to the recitative of the psalm 1002|By very still fingers to and fro 1002|Turned on its string. And as in that cadence 1002|One voice commingle meets, one voice 1002|One heart within it moves, till one is whole, 1002|So, round about that saintly structure grew, 1002|Heart of the whole, and memory entire, 1002|With such glad feeling of new joy born, 1002|That within me, as I turned to hear, my Guide 1002|Nailed to my heart, and said: "O ye, who stand 1002|In the midway of love, and ask for things, 1002|Whereby your faith may be complete, and so 1002|Sit like two in one place for a short space, 1002|Choose yourselves the very seat with me 1002|That ever between his right foot and left 1002|Is vacant; and let your mind transfuse its light, 1002|That thus unto the lake of all it drifts, 1002|The body floats." 1002|And as one doubts 1002|If what he is is truly that which seems, 1002|And tries with questioning words and low questions 1002|To swell the answer, such I became, 1002|Bewildered and unable my Self to question; 1002|And beckoning with my feet I went my way 1002|With those old people who go not by self-steppers. 1002|Natheless I was agitated then 1002|With love of speech; and as he blessed and prayed 1002|Within me, "Et se excelte Deum pauperum," 1002|Express I seem to feel within my mind. 1002|O life! why dost thou poison the whole sea 1002|With thyself? Behold, thyself so poisoned 1002|Thou gavest me, when I embraced thine own! 1002|Thou seest how Clement, S. Ignaziali, 1002|And the whole band of Sabellius went astray, 1002|And were already wellnigh lost their sight. 1002|Behold the sinner, who is becoming 1002|Theet to sanctify; not this his portion, 1002|Which was assigned him by the bishop, 1002|So that his fault is not hidden any more; 1002|But for his poverty he wishes it, 1002|And wishes even that he were rich indeed. 1002|Therefore I will make a covenant with thee, 1002|That thou shalt make him rich who asks for light, 1002|And who for knowledge wouldst have thee aid. 1002|This is the minstrel, singing his Apocesanisme, 1002|Who asks for light from God, and gives it him not ever. 1002|And this is he who questions: "What is gold?" 1002|Or if this gold were so, whence comest thou 'mong the AEsites?" 1002|And it to him: "Thou knowest that thei were made 1002|To hear and see; and if they in our realm were light 1002|So that their structure were not marvelously, 1002|For one Peter should build another Peter, 1002|And another fame, and another Caiaphas, 1002|Such is the work of Cresphontes and of Chrysostom. 1002|I speak of Basil and of Jerome, and they are chief 1002|And every Chrysostom, and every Basil thou seest; 1002|But Cresphontes prized more highly his praise; 1002|He that most glorified his verse of the evangel; 1002|He that ======================================== SAMPLE 15010 ======================================== 8187|Than the proudest masts in world, 8187|To the sea they'll steer, and the shore-water they 8187|will make, at the time of day, 8187|When we've lost our old friends in the deep-sea, 8187|In the day of all things great. 8187|We all are friends on board who have once seen 8187|That great blue twilight of the air, 8187|Then saw in passing "truce" that friend beheld 8187|In the eye of the greatest friend. 8187|_Then went away with the wind 8187|Where I never got i'th' sea, 8187|When I've seen a ship no wider than my thumb. 8187|And as this wind blew up and down 8187|From the old bay, all the breeze 8187|And as this wind blew out from the old bay, 8187|The world would see all the sea swell swell 8187|As they've been before but now, 8187|And all the wind-fog all around-- 8187|But come 'twas far more than that 8187|From the old bay, it was _thwarted_ more, 8187|For the Wind was so _touched_ with _sunshine_, 8187|As when, the old bay at its height, 8187|As it fled o'er the ocean again, 8187|We were _caught_ in his _clouds_ of storm, 8187|And we've sailed 'em all out again, 8187|And we've been blown like a storm-bird through them 8187|But the tempest swooned away, 8187|And the sea was safe as the _sealage_ that stays 8187|At night _by the shore of the ocean_, 8187|And it's safe till the storm comes in again. 8187|But oh! the night of that storm-time 8187|It was _dark_, while we stood breathless 8187|By the ship 'twixt the seas and the land, 8187|And the _night_ of this _clouded_ moon 8187|Has passed, and the moon of the days of old, 8187|Is ever bright and beautiful, 8187|When the tempest swoons away 8187|In the sea of life. 8187|The sea, it was light, 8187|When the sea was light by the shore 8187|On the bay, and when that bay 8187|Was dark as the dim of a dream, 8187|When to the wind's uttermost wave 8187|The waves all about it were breaking, 8187|And the wind was blowing wild 8187|Like a wild-cat's cry, 8187|When the tempest swooned away, 8187|And the sea was safe as the storm, 8187|And the sea was the life of men 8187|When we first were set loose, 8187|In the old bay, and there was fear 8187|And the wind about us, I've seen, 8187|But _now_ the wind is hushed and aghast, 8187|And the _sea_ is the light of our eyes, 8187|And the moon of our kisses, 8187|And we've sailed all round and round 8187|With the wind on our faces, 8187|Till--to our sorrow--we came home 8187|With the sun on our lips, 8187|And we never once have dreamt of fear, 8187|Or felt a fear before. 8187|With our dear old ship so white, 8187|By the tempest's flails 8187|It is past the tempest's help, 8187|And the storm is all over, 8187|Yet her sails are still unloosened, 8187|And the waves are still there 8187|Round about us as we roam 8187|Thro' the sky on her. 8187|In the sea of the West, 8187|When all the world around 8187|Is a dream of green, 8187|Where is stiller shade 8187|Than lies there 'neath the moon 8187|And sun on her? 8187|And our eyes, when we look 8187|In her light on the wave, 8187|Seem in vain to trace 8187|Aught, a trace of ======================================== SAMPLE 15020 ======================================== 37861|"I will not fear. 37861|The heart of him is patient as 37861|A horse's. 37861|You can see him still, to-day, so 37861|He lies asleep. 37861|"This time will be different: 37861|I must trust him now to God; 37861|He is all right now; 37861|I have done the thing to keep him 37861|Forever mine. 37861|"When I come back he will 37861|Remember all. 37861|He and I must be apart that 37861|He lives, and I." 37861|Then, she leaned forward slowly, 37861|She reached up tremblingly, and 37861|She pressed his heart against her 37861|So it might wake. 37861|She opened wide the door, and walked 37861|Her way across the snow. 37861|He did not understand the 37861|Gross noise the clock was hurling 37861|Behind them, how sad the road, 37861|How dark it was. 37861|He only knew she went, and smiled; 37861|The joy in her eyes was tears, 37861|And then the dark. 37861|The carriages were gone by, and now 37861|Only the snow-clad remains 37861|Of the long long years that had been, 37861|Of the world went by. 37861|There was the snow in the window-blind, 37861|And the snow in the floor, 37861|And the snow in the poor man's door; 37861|And the snow in the street. 37861|Now there was but a little snow on the ground, 37861|Now a little snow on the roof, 37861|And the streets were white as a white-washed temple, 37861|Red as the blood in our veins. 37861|And the heart went out of the poor man's heart, 37861|And the heart went back to the man. 37861|The road was white on either side, 37861|But the road that was red 37861|Stood straight up from the city, 37861|And the road that was blue 37861|Stood straight down from the sky. 37861|The road went round and round, 37861|But the road that stood still 37861|Stood straight as a board, 37861|And the snow blew off in a shower, on its way 37861|Towards the city. 37861|So we took our journey on. 37861|It was all so quiet and warm 37861|At the end of the road, 37861|And we found, in the snow, 37861|The snow machine cooling; 37861|And a girl in the machine shop 37861|Said, "You can use it. 37861|You can keep your eyes by the snow, 37861|And you can see the rain by snow, 37861|And you can hear by snow, 37861|And the sound by air." 37861|I never saw so beautiful 37861|A face, in my life, 37861|As I saw the girl in the machine shop 37861|Just outside the gate. 37861|I do not wish to be there 37861|When morning comes again, 37861|For it should break my soul to have it come to grief for me, 37861|And make the road harder for me, 37861|But I'll go there--and I'll be happy. 37861|She is gone, my love, and now 37861|You shall see her face; 37861|And a snow in the window-blind 37861|Will light you well, 37861|For you will be glad 37861|Because it is over, 37861|And she's all right, 37861|Since you'll feel so good 37861|When you turn the corner 37861|At the end of the street. 37861|The great world goes round again; 37861|And I shall die at last. 37861|I cannot go ======================================== SAMPLE 15030 ======================================== 4332|That, in the time of fear and evil, 4332|I will write something you will understand: 4332|We shall remember the last time we stood 4332|In a place where the roads were thick with shadows 4332|With the little green leaves of blooming grasses 4332|And the smell of the windy, sunny air: 4332|We shall hear the call for your sacrifice, 4332|And remember the words of that old man 4332|Who said, "Hear the sacrifice of a child": 4332|And we shall see those eyes that look at us 4332|Wondering, wistful in the twilight grey, 4332|And those eyes of our own that look, now and then, 4332|With a dreamy, helpless, questioning gaze; 4332|And we shall understand. 4332|In a corner of the room 4332|We will write something you shall read of one by one, 4332|And in the silence of night, 4332|In the dusk and darkness of night, 4332|We will write you the poem of what is and what is not, 4332|And shall have you always for my chambermaid. 4332|I sit in the twilight alone, 4332|Weary of the nights. 4332|When the bells toll, 4332|I sit with my friends, 4332|And we all sing our sangas, 4332|In the darkness alone. 4332|I am a little girl of delicate and pretty features, 4332|With the curves of a girl from a far country; who is far from 4332|My beautiful sisters and brothers all laugh at me, and my 4332|mother holds me, as she is the very centre of the household. 4332|My mother is the only one who knows the joys and sciences, 4332|Of all the women of society, the most sensible and truthful. 4332|And I am always in danger, I am always in danger of being 4332|slipped out in the darkness and not remembered, being forgotten by 4332|everything in the house. 4332|In the light of the moon there is always a girl sitting snugly 4332|in a corner, with a quill that has written on it the name of 4332|something that is very beautiful or very wise, an answer that 4332|has already been written on it the same time. 4332|I like this girl, and I like what the words have said. 4332|My very mother does not know the good things about me, 4332|Nor my father, nor the rest of them. 4332|The girl who has the name of something great and splendid, 4332|And whose soul is the centre of the household, 4332|Has a lovely, white-skinned brother, the very heart and soul of 4332|The world is very strange to me; it is not the same every 4332|single day, but each day the same. 4332|The sea of clouds in the sky is very strange to me; I do not 4332|see the white clouds on the sky. 4332|They are clouds of darkness and the dark sky of a winter evening, 4332|On the edge of the night far away in the valley the grassy mountains 4332|are white and grey, 4332|The great sky has a very strange and fragrant scent, 4332|The clouds of the sunset are strange to me; I do not see them 4332|as they pass over the sky. 4332|The sky is my own and there is no one near to be anywhere near me 4332|My beautiful and splendid mother 4332|We are going to the sea later this month, 4332|We will drift on the ocean under the lead. 4332|But here in the darkness I hope we shall never go, 4332|for if we were there we would never come home. 4332|We will drift on the ocean under the lead. 4332|We will never see the sea there, 4332|We will drift on the ocean under the lead, 4332|We will never see the red sun rising. 4332|The moon has a strange shape to it, 4332|She is like a little ship at sea: 4332|She moves like the wind at night, 4332|She is very white, 4332|And the colours are strange, 4332|For a rainbow there must be, 4332|The colours are strange to me, 4332 ======================================== SAMPLE 15040 ======================================== 11351|So she started laughing; when it made her mad 11351|To know each other's heartstrings were inside; 11351|Till I took up my pen and took a look, 11351|And read their secret in their tender eyes. 11351|No more, of course, till we both are married. 11351|We've been together for a very year. 11351|And since all this joy is mine and yours, 11351|And yours is mine, I'd like to see you die. 11351|It's one day more since we were married, 11351|And I am happy even happier; 11351|But you should know by now that I'm not there, 11351|As I said, "to see a sight," and "to dine." 11351|You'll never see them as a married pair. 11351|But when they've finished the old life, I suppose. 11351|They've been together a year and a day, 11351|And now they'll both be married, I am sure; 11351|At the "Apotheater" they will eat 11351|And drink the wedding wine together. 11351|We won't know a baby when we're married; 11351|But we'll see that one before we're dead; 11351|I really don't know how either of them 11351|Would look, a married couple as then,-- 11351|A baby, or a father. I think: 11351|Though the thing would _feel_ different, if I'd known,-- 11351|A baby? How I'd wish my own to be. 11351|So when I heard that a child was coming 11351|I thought 'twas going to be a boy. 11351|One day she wanted to say "bye" 11351|And I thought I might have to "go"; 11351|So I said "I'll have a look" 11351|And I saw the baby just like the same. 11351|"We'll call him Noah," and "we'll call him Simcha"; 11351|And then I knew the baby was mine. 11351|They call Simcha "the baby that was shot"; 11351|He was just as big as Noah could be. 11351|There's always time to play when I'm away, 11351|But I'll never, never come back to you. 11351|She says "He'll be so big," but he's just as big 11351|As he was when he was just a baby; 11351|They made him Noah's cousin, you see, 11351|And I'm afraid the big boy will grow up 11351|To be one of the big boys of New York. 11351|Yes, I've heard he has a talent for playing 11351|For _one_ day each every little while, 11351|Which might be better for him than the violin, 11351|For it takes him so long to get used to it, 11351|He's played it many times before by other people, 11351|And he knows there are violinists, who 11351|Can play it better than he can, maybe, 11351|The children of other big boys; but he 11351|Has just one finger which will not be used 11351|Until he's very old and strong and wise... 11351|Then I shall see if he can play the violin. 11351|Well, there's a thing I mustn't tell, I fear; 11351|For I'm sure you must know how many roses 11351|I've gathered this very day and night, 11351|Which I don't want you to see, dear, for fear 11351|It may distract from the time we're best,-- 11351|But all of them were just a mistake, 11351|And I don't want any flowers at all, 11351|So, if you don't mind,--I'll leave them here; 11351|There's nothing worse than a blank Friday, 11351|Or a bad baby on a Friday. 11351|One, two, three, four... 11351|And then a baby on a trill. 11351|This was all of it, though. 11351|There's something wrong-- 11351|How can you ever guess? 11351|You see how she sat there-- 11351|Did I whisper what I ought to be whispering? 11351|Just as a little woman ought to-- 11351|Then, ======================================== SAMPLE 15050 ======================================== 26785|Of his old man, you know, 26785|A few years ago,-- 26785|And a few of the others." 26785|As the music paused, 26785|The old man said, 26785|"When your days are done 26785|I will come again 26785|You will find a way 26785|Out of the land." 26785|In the darkness there, 26785|By the old church door 26785|A haggard man was he. 26785|And you know we were standing there, 26785|So they came in behind us; 26785|And he was always sitting there, 26785|So they sat him on the floor 26785|And they made a little tombstone 26785|Of him in the moonlight, 26785|And on the Sabbath-day 26785|The old man was so glad! 26785|As we walked in the garden 26785|A dream was in our dreams; 26785|We never knew how it found us, 26785|But it was always true for you, 26785|So we always dreamed of it, 26785|You and I. 26785|In the shadow of his shadow, 26785|In the shadow of his shadow, 26785|Shrined a child so small 26785|You never knew how small 26785|It was. 26785|In the twilight dim and dim, 26785|In the shadow of his shadow, 26785|Did we ever dream this child, 26785|Dreaming alone in the twilight dim, 26785|With his arm around his brother? 26785|Shrined there at his side, 26785|Clasped close in his arms close, 26785|Dreaming of his mother, 26785|Dreaming of his father! 26785|How a child was he, 26785|So, so very small. 26785|Dreaming of all that was good, 26785|Dreaming of all that was bad, 26785|In the shadow of his shadow! 26785|When he was a little older, 26785|When he came to understand 26785|And was calling their names,-- 26785|Dunlocked their names for me, 26785|Found out their names for them,-- 26785|How a child was he, 26785|So, so very small! 26785|He gave us his hand; 26785|Said, "Come over to-night, 26785|Let us have a good old wine, 26785|And a good old cake, 26785|And a good old beer; 26785|I have dreamed a great dream, 26785|Making a great old joke, 26785|And I dream of a wall of bricks 26785|And a wall of straw." 26785|When the cake and beer were made, 26785|When the cake and beer were over, 26785|One last look at the new-found son, 26785|And the old familiar face, 26785|Then I went with my friends and poet, 26785|To the old inn-chimney. 26785|"Is thy bread," said the poet of the hills, 26785|"Thy bread, thy water, thy rope,--thy rope 26785|Of wild wind and smoke, is all the bread that is 26785|Aye, aye, and a cloud-burst at the same time. 26785|"In the midnight and the morning, man, woman, and child 26785|Shall nevermore return to the familiar hearth: 26785|What though the light of a hundred years be fled, 26785|Yet a charm still lingers on the familiar hearth. 26785|"There shall be no dreams to wake them; nor the tongue 26785|From a hundred years to tell them their bed of rest, 26785|"But their mother's kiss shall be nectar, and their kiss 26785|Shall come with the wings of angels o'er the lea; 26785|And the old familiar hearth shall be shaped to house 26785|The joy of a hundred years of the familiar Home." 26785|There came a man and knelt beside the sea, 26785|'Til the man looked o'er the watery way, 26785|"I can build my ships of silver and of gold, 26785|'Til my ships creep over the waves of the free, 26785| ======================================== SAMPLE 15060 ======================================== 18238|A little girl of the moon has come from far away, 18238|And up against the star she is singing and dancing an aureole. 18238|A little girl of the sea sings softly at her wheel all day, 18238|And a little girl of the sea looks up and is glad for the long run. 18238|For the big bright star that goes through the silver stars will shine 18238|For the little girl of the sea when her song is done. 18238|When the blue flower fades, 18238|And the little child goes 18238|From the sunny home 18238|When the sun's gone down, 18238|And the stars are lit 18238|And the skies are bright 18238|Where the grass is tall, 18238|In a still place, 18238|In a lonely place, 18238|We meet. 18238|On the breast of a river, 18238|In a night of rain, 18238|Lips for the kiss 18238|Of a heart unknown, 18238|And eyes for the star. 18238|In the lonely house that he shares 18238|With a dreamless heart, 18238|Where the dusty hearthstones lean 18238|For silences to weave, 18238|He dreams of a dream. 18238|And his eyes grow dim 18238|By the light of a moonlit dream 18238|That wanders by, 18238|A dream of the water, 18238|And a dream of the dream. 18238|Where a quiet bird calls 18238|Through the moonlit night, 18238|And the lonely room is gray 18238|With a dew-shot light, 18238|He dreams of the wind by night 18238|That sings in a tree. 18238|A dream that came to him 18238|In the twilight dim, 18238|And he stoops to listen, 18238|Singing sweet and low, 18238|From the tree-tops bleak, 18238|The tree-birds fly. 18238|A dream that lingers by, 18238|Then goes away 18238|From the startled ear, 18238|In a land of birds, 18238|In a forest dark, 18238|In a dim world of peace 18238|And song. 18238|We were standing all alone 18238|In the blossoming hollyhock 18238|When the brown bees came. 18238|The dew was on our lips, 18238|And the berry-blades round our cheeks, 18238|And the lips of lilies stirred 18238|With the sweeter perfume of them. 18238|The hollyhock was like some old soldier 18238|Who at need has to the battle won, 18238|Whose battle being a war-game fought at leisure 18238|In cool shady places and shady times, 18238|Till in death he's a private who never was posted 18238|To a larger scene of blood and war than this. 18238|We were standing there by the blossomy hollyhock 18238|When the brown bees flew. 18238|You were standing by the porch that gates open 18238|When the bee-white flowers and sheep moved to and fro; 18238|And the moon, and stars and the blue hills in glory 18238|Were all around us in such splendor to float 18238|In their starless glory through that fragrant night. 18238|You were standing up by the shingle fence, 18238|While a white cloud came and floated it by, 18238|And a young man with a shining helmet 18238|Was looking on with the curious eyes of a child, 18238|Until the cloud was gone; then your head was uncovered 18238|By a white dog from the woods at the porch-end. 18238|And the dog was a beagle and you called him Loafer, 18238|But he loved dogs and only the little dog saw; 18238|You and his soft body were so fair together, 18238|Until the dog barked through the leaves to a dove, 18238|By the porch-path between the hickory boughs. 18238|The little dove flew to the sky above 18238|While the dove flew by the moon and sun both high, 18238|Till the dove could find you only when moonlight fell 18238|On the wall where you ======================================== SAMPLE 15070 ======================================== 22229|There's a sweet, happy land on the sea, 22229|Where a fairy is in his bower. 22229|He hath a pretty, a fairy-twin, 22229|A wee fairy in a silver nest, 22229|And so, of a fairy and a sonnet, 22229|He will wed a little Fairest. 22229|Come, my four sweet sisters, 22229|Five sisters I shall bring, 22229|And on my head shall be two and two, 22229|And a pretty young fairy, 22229|A lovely young fairy, 22229|All dressed in a gaudy velvet coat, 22229|Fairies or nymphs for to meet, 22229|'Tis only the bairnies that are gay, 22229|No fairy's dress can be fine 22229|In the summer time of the year. 22229|No fairy's skirt can be bright, 22229|But let them gaze upon you, 22229|You may see what they see so true 22229|When they touch you with their fairy hand. 22229|In the fairies' fairy land, 22229|All the fairest fairy folk-- 22229|Fairest fairy, fairest maid, 22229|The sun does ever shine upon. 22229|Fairest fairy, fairest maid, 22229|The sun does never shine alone, 22229|'Neath the leaves on the woodland breeze 22229|The fairy bairns do ever play-- 22229|Fairest fairy, fairest maid, 22229|Let them all have a fairy bride 22229|Let them all have a fairy home; 22229|It is only the bairns that are poor, 22229|Their fairy faces are plain, 22229|When the merry summer breeze 22229|Blows all the joy to the birds, 22229|In the bairnies' fairy home. 22229|The goldenrod it was, 22229|A bonny looking lad; 22229|She was all by herself, 22229|She's to be my dearie. 22229|O it's the merry time of the year, 22229|When every thing is gay, 22229|When bonnie lasses meet, 22229|And kiss each other's cheek. 22229|If I were a bird I would gang out to the wood-sorrel tree, 22229|The daisy was just opening its little beauteous bosom; 22229|O, it looked charming in its silken twining line; 22229|The green is over the hills, and the blue is o'er the sea, 22229|And the daisy's in the meadow, and the wood-sorrel tree's in the rath, 22229|O, it's the merry time of the year. 22229|The goldfinch on her boughs is peering forth in gladness, 22229|And the rooks in the air sing out of the sky their gladness; 22229|The sun is shining on the flowers, and the sun is shining 22229|on the land, and the fields are smiling in all their might; 22229|But the heart of the heartless heartless lover is growing cold, 22229|For it seems, oh, how frail the fleeting life of youth, 22229|When the roses are blooming in the sweet sunlight, and the 22229|birds are in the blue air singing, and the flowers are 22229|shining with light, and life moves at its own merry round! 22229|The little lark calls from the clovery woods; 22229|The thrush is singing in the meadow; the robin is calling 22229|and singing, aye, and aye, from the heath to the bare rock's edge, 22229|But the heart of the lover with love is weak evermore: 22229|Oh, it seems that the merry festive time is flown. 22229|It's a merry, merry time-- 22229|The daisy and the lark alight, 22229|The thrush is singing and the rooks are singing, too-- 22229|The sun is shining on the garden ways-- 22229|A little bird came through the trees 22229|With a crumpled, white, feather-bedrined wing, 22229|On a night of July, 22229|An old, old, old flower-bedrined ======================================== SAMPLE 15080 ======================================== 1365|"We shall not lose a day, 1365|But the battle we fight with 1365|Shall be won with the best, 1365|And the heroes of Spain 1365|Shall not be vanquished or slain!" 1365|So from the castle-gates of Aix 1365|Enter the King and his men 1365|And they stand at bay for a space 1365|But the battering of their battering 1365|Comes shrieking back on their sound. 1365|Back, back across the sea-line, 1365|And back through the harbour-gates 1365|Till the King exclaims in a hush 1365|As he sees the ships go by: 1365|"I am going forth to sea, 1365|And I will not lose a day 1365|In the struggle with wind and wave, 1365|In the hurricane or sail!" 1365|Then forward he stepped and he mounted 1365|The poop of his good ship Garonne 1365|And across the bows put his foot and thrust 1365|Till he touched the bowsprit and felt 1365|The ropes go round his middle. 1365|"O God!" he exclaimed in astonishment, 1365|"This is nothing to me! I think 1365|I shall go on living as I have lived, 1365|And never touch the drops 1365|Of the bitter salt that glistened 1365|In the bowl against my lips! 1365|"But I can not find my bayonets; 1365|My horse is foaled away; 1365|O God, hast thou not forgotten me! 1365|The hounds and the guns are loud! 1365|The battle-cry rings across the sea 1365|And I have lived in vain! 1365|"I am coming back again, 1365|And I shall find the drops of salt 1365|They left me upon the floor 1365|And I shall bring them to the salt-seller!" 1365|And down the long street of London 1365|Stole in strong strides the fugitive, 1365|And in and out with halting feet 1365|He followed at the skirts of the crowd 1365|And, by degrees, from street to street, 1365|And, by degrees, from alley to alley, 1365|And by degrees, from house to house, 1365|He stood on his head and shouted down 1365|To the gray morning and the blacksmith 1365|And the hucksters at the window, 1365|And into barns, and fields, and vineyards 1365|And into cots the little daughters 1365|That were sleeping in the beds. 1365|And, at last, at the beginning 1365|Of the week in which we build her nests, 1365|The King's daughter, pale and shy, 1365|Was calling round the castle yard 1365|As in the days of old, 1365|And all her cries and squeals were hushed 1365|In the thickets where the branches were: 1365|But not a dream could she forget, 1365|Not a little baby in her arms, 1365|Or the last sweet cry she said! 1365|And the King's daughter's cry again 1365|Rose from the misty garden-close, 1365|And all her cries and squeals were hushed 1365|In the thickets where the leaves were thrown. 1365|"O, we are all of us alive! 1365|O, we are all of us alive! 1365|Look, here is food enough for two, 1365|And my lady shall be clean, clean, clean." 1365|And into the nursery went the King's 1365|And the children crept into their beds. 1365|And when the lights were out the women found 1365|The nursery wide open and the stables dark, 1365|And there among the hay and mows and mows 1365|They saw the lonely little maiden, 1365|Like the moon in heaven: 1365|But when the bells began 1365|To ring a jubilee round the town, 1365|The people came to hear the voice of King, 1365|And many began to answer the same: 1365|O who is this he seems to say 1365|In tones of magic, 1365|And carries ======================================== SAMPLE 15090 ======================================== 1304|I hear the sweet-briar, clover, and hazelnuts, 1304|And the blithesome chant of the matin bird; 1304|And the shepherd lads, in the mead-day roundup, 1304|Are laughing and jesting, as if for a prize. 1304|But the merry old folks, and the maidens new-unbound, 1304|To hear old-fashioned ballads are sad, 1304|And the music of the violins and flutes, 1304|Is tender and low, and must not be sung. 1304|For the joy of old, old-fashioned songs, 1304|To our young ear is as pure as the sun, 1304|And the tale of the old-fashioned ballad, 1304|Its tenderness, its memory's all. 1304|Ballad: Here's a health to them that would not be friends! 1304|(Music and pipes: all: Dr. Hayter's Band.) 1304|Here's a health to them that would not be friends, 1304|Whose hearts with love are yet not quite aflame, 1304|But which love's scars would hide, were they not view'd 1304|In eyes that flash'd with light like the sun's, 1304|And in heart that throb'd with a feverish well-- 1304|(Music and pipes: all: Dr. Hayter's Band.) 1304|Good friend of mine, now rest thee, I'll bid thee good-by, 1304|For sleep the lesser sin makes sinners of greatest thieves. 1304|The greater sin is mildew, the lesser rust, 1304|And greater woe is the soul's illusion; 1304|But God gives to the heart the passion unware 1304|Of a life that's a wintry deception. 1304|Good friend of mine, I have a friend 1304|Will come to thee soon: 1304|I've seen him long before. 1304|The light of his smile shall burn thee 1304|Till thou shalt read my name 1304|Till thou turn'd hasten to him 1304|Till the darkness fade! 1304|Till he come for that time of thy night 1304|In thy soul's darkness stark, 1304|In his heart's darkness stark. 1304|Then light shall wane o'er thee alone, 1304|Until thou hear the voice 1304|As of the wind of evening 1304|Soothe thee into sleep. 1304|Good friend of mine, that I may be 1304|At thy side a little while, 1304|Give me this kiss, and live my life, 1304|With thee to be. 1304|Come soon, and be healed of thine eye, 1304|For thou shalt not see it more; 1304|It shall not be a thing to fret thee, 1304|For it shall not be more 1304|A thing to see 1304|Thou wast kind to me. 1304|Good friend of mine 1304|Come often, and let me make 1304|This last farewell to thee; 1304|My lips shall not part 1304|Till that time be past. 1304|Come often, and go lightly by, 1304|And come not nigh to-morrow; 1304|Let each heart be gay and glad, and gay 1304|To-morrow shall depart. 1304|Each heart be gay, for the great Lord 1304|Will come to take away thy light: 1304|And when thou shalt be left alone, 1304|Then close thine eyes in a still sleep 1304|And dream of me. 1304|The Master came with his train of Saints 1304|When he was given the keys of the Gates 1304|That have no turning. 1304|His vesture was of a crimson hue 1304|And all his staff of silver; and he went 1304|With flaming sword in hand, and a shout, 1304|As if he were a Phoenix, or a shade 1304|From some deep place concealed. 1304|And these are the words he began, and said: 1304|'Tis written that I come not at your call, 1304|But at the judgement-time, when the Saints 1304|Are stricken with famine. 1304|Go and buy thee some bread, O soul, ======================================== SAMPLE 15100 ======================================== 27195|An' he wuz so shy. 27195|An' he wuz so drest, he wore one of his best; 27195|All he hain't no good to say. 27195|An' so, with 'roun's an' jus' a wench, 27195|He was goin' to take the street. 27195|An' he wuz a-waitin' fer a job; 27195|He wuz a-waitin' fer a door. 27195|An' this wuz the first night that he went to bed: 27195|He goan to come with a "Gee!" 27195|At the 'ole den in town. 27195|"I'll see 'im," said this 'Un. "Will you go 'ome with me? 27195|Or 'ere yer wife wuz to stay?" 27195|'Twas in the 'orse-bin, an' out he goes, 27195|With his ole wife by his side, 27195|An' he's glad when he gets through wiv his meal. 27195|'Twas a warm, warm night wun winter days, 27195|An' his wife was a-wearin' out 27195|His feelings durin' winter weather 27195|Er tell. 27195|'Cause his little one wuz asleep 27195|When all the people gone. 27195|"Ahi!" says that wunner, "you's always here 27195|An' you're always nice to me." 27195|"Yeh don't suppose you 'ave a right, 27195|To be the man w'en you can," says that wunner. 27195|"Oh, now, I do," says that wunner, "and so 27195|I do!" 27195|An' so the two wuz together all day, 27195|An' waned, but no one knew. 27195|"Yeh ain't here in 'is place, you young one! 27195|"I 'aven't never seen yer eyes," says that wunner. 27195|"I never ain't got no friends," says that wunner.-- 27195|"Well," says that wunner, "look upon- 27195|You ain't got no friends! So, like, 27195|Be glad-like, I ain't never no friend; 27195|And if you ain't got no, say so, 27195|"W'y, I'm not a-goin' to have none!" 27195|An' then that wunner got freckles an' white. 27195|An' so that's the way 'twas all. 27195|An' in those days fer many ano' 27195|I was as glad as could be. 27195|We played in the hay the whole day long, 27195|An' we built 'em a bridge, 27195|"Well," says that wunner, "you's always there, 27195|An' you're always nice to me." 27195|"Yes," says that wunner, "that's what I meant; 27195|An' you 'aven't got no friend!" 27195|"W'y," says that wunner, "it's true!" said that wunner, 27195|An' then we builded a dye. 27195|An' that's the way yer old grey sis 27195|An' I ain't never got no friend! 27195|"Why, that's the way I 'eart wuz!-- 27195|The way I 'aven't got no friend!" 27195|An' so we built a dye fer fun 27195|'At we played an' 'eard 'im laugh. 27195|An' 'is big cheeks was so red, 27195|An' 'is locks so lovely blue, 27195|That, as we laughed frum the street, 27195|So much o' the time we seemed 27195|To play a game o' one-man-show! 27195|We played for a' kindo' an' fash; 27195|An' some friends there wuz in our class, 27195|An' one wuz famous in the business, 27195|But that wus the son o' that wunner. 27195|An' that's the way yer old grey ======================================== SAMPLE 15110 ======================================== 18500|O'er the wild streamlet. 18500|Lamb of old, 18500|Come thou from the deep, 18500|Come, thou fair, come near me, 18500|Gentle and free, 18500|Come as the flowers 18500|Come in the Spring, 18500|Darling sweet, come along wi' me, 18500|Down by yonder springing glen, 18500|I've a bonnie lass-- 18500|Cauld is the frosty morning 18500|Across the hill; 18500|The sun is up, the sky is blue, 18500|The lads o' Berry Wood 18500|Ride down by yonder brook, 18500|And see for me, I'll ride down 18500|I've a bonnie lass; 18500|Her tresses gleam white and sweet; 18500|Her face is o' the first. 18500|My arms are round thee pressed; 18500|My arms are round thee spread, 18500|And my lips, their garlands o' green, 18500|Around thy waist they clung. 18500|My arms are round thee clasped, 18500|Beneath a fair green shaw; 18500|I've a bonnie lass, I've a heart, 18500|'Tis hame that thou should part wi' me! 18500|O'er hill, and dale, and dreary glade, 18500|I've been alone oft!' 18500|She looked as white as the snaw 18500|Wi' the gnawing cold; 18500|But her heart was quaking at sight 18500|Of her Willie's bier. 18500|'Farewell, my love! my only, my loue! 18500|Ye grant me that-- 18500|Our love will be hame ye never let me fa', 18500|So steady and so kind. 18500|O that I had some wight swain ne'er saw, 18500|To be my life-- 18500|Wi' his gowden locks, and his glossy hair! 18500|How my heart beats wi' delight! 18500|O that in winter or summer I saw 18500|Far, far from here! 18500|But oh! that thou ever wert by! 18500|To cheer my heart!' 18500|'O my love, farewell! my only! 18500|Thou wilt be seen! 18500|By strangers at yonder gate, 18500|They'll take thee away! 18500|And I'm nae where love and fortune guide; 18500|I maun follow here! 18500|How fast time flies, how very slow; 18500|But thou art sure to be wi' me, 18500|If thou wilt be sae kind.' 18500|'O sair Uncle, white lies thy lane! 18500|And sair my ain!' 18500|The tears ran down in words wi' burning heat 18500|And sair, sair did they flow! 18500|But Willie rose upart how the Lord ne'er 18500|Will bail the fondest laddie! 18500|My ain, my auld auld auld! my ain, my ain, 18500|I love thee till I fade. 18500|thy lane and thy gowden arbour, 18500|Wert a' green een and grey; 18500|I set me down to sup, and fain would know 18500|The reason why thy tresses were beaming. 18500|the garden, 18500|The sweetest, grongeest arbour that growes on mead. 18500|I've pluck'd them tassell'd red and blue; 18500|I'm sure they're my ain! 18500|And in the day of doom I hope to wear 18500|A love-giv'n lily in my bosom. 18500|I've a thought o' thee in my mind's eternall hiew: 18500|If weel they attour did see, 18500|They wad think we gat a' our span alive, 18500|And ne'er a twig to move. 18500|But we ilka day that's gane wi' the breeze, 18500|When the sun and the sea blaw, 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 15120 ======================================== 3167|"I swear," she told him, "when I think or breathe 3167|I must be going mad." "You've no right 3167|To look so kind to a man with a spine 3167|Whose sinews, in the days of Noah, were not. 3167|It's strange," said he, "so you've not become 3167|A monster, as some men do, already." 3167|Then she took him aside: "Look--all right; 3167|No matter what you tell me now and then - 3167|I do not want a friend for any length 3167|Of time; and if I have a friend, it's only 3167|To set those creatures loose on me alone." 3167|She gave him back her heart and she found one; 3167|And one was kind and sweet, of every kind, 3167|And the other was strong and cold; and she said, 3167|"He cannot take me and I'll be bound 3167|Henceforth, till my end, with no more one, 3167|Houses, trees, plants, birds, beasts, for ever live 3167|In fellowship with you: my friend is gone: 3167|So far, you know, that I must not be seen 3167|To be with him." There in silence, on the green, 3167|She watched the brook with a proud and proud face, 3167|She saw him enter, a few steps beyond, 3167|An old woman that seemed to be in pain, 3167|Like man; and while gazing at the water, 3167|She seemed afraid to be alone. 3167|Then she said, "I see the thing, this woman, 3167|She does not know me, nor know herself. 3167|But I will go with you." 3167|"I'm not afraid, 3167|But if you will come with me I'll make you wise 3167|To that which some believe; and as you'll be 3167|My friend on earth, you'll know my full ambition, 3167|My purpose will be clear." 3167|She clung around her lover's neck, and said, 3167|"I know not what my purpose will be, 3167|Though you have given me a soul to hold 3167|And rule. My soul, for I must go on 3167|Through gloom, and live and suffer, be a curse." 3167|She was a widow; her husband lived 3167|A weary widow in a house that was near, 3167|A roofed room far from any garden side, 3167|Where all his friends had gone, and where there was 3167|Nothing to do but walk and think, or read, 3167|Or watch the brook to its own whitewashed face 3167|Whilst the great world to her grew quiet-sweet:- 3167|And then he said she must go. 3167|"I will not let you die by a stroke 3167|"From wandering: and if you'd been permitted 3167|"To eat of bread, and sleep beneath the trees, 3167|"And walk about by day, as in the days 3167|"Of your first love, and as she used to do, 3167|"And all for that of all the many things 3167|"Which I would have of you: - but come; as much 3167|"As you and I--but more: and if you'd be freed 3167|"From your exile forever, I'll go too." 3167|And so she went. 3167|But he said no more. And when he went, 3167|She went with him, and lived as of old, 3167|And thought of him. But while she thought 3167|She was indeed his wife, she thought of him 3167|As of a brother or as one she thought 3167|With whom she might have had all happiness. 3167|And thus she went; until her soul, 3167|Away from this world's cares and comings, flew 3167|Where none but gods might know of her: till 3167|Her love was lost, and he was lost: - 3167|And so she went away, 3167|Praying ever that she, like him, were spared 3167|The pains of parting. 3167|'Twas only last week ======================================== SAMPLE 15130 ======================================== 1280|You are always in a hurry; 1280|And I have known you as a schoolboy 1280|You have said you were going away 1280|For a while, and you will come back; 1280|You have told me you have something in mind 1280|To write a book and publish-- 1280|You have been told, and by me 1280|For you come back no wiser than before. 1280|And you are always impatient, 1280|For you have something more than a dream,-- 1280|You have read in books 1280|Of things that may not come true, 1280|You have watched things that you think are a fluke 1280|Then you call for a lawyer 1280|And say: "I can do anything you please. 1280|I don't mind if they print this, 1280|If it is printed, 1280|I will make you pay. 1280|That is all, and more. 1280|What do you ask in return for this? 1280|You have asked for nothing, 1280|You have asked for things that I might not give 1280|To one who has only eyes for seeing. 1280|I think you know you want 1280|To make a fortune, 1280|And that my life is an empty shell 1280|Where I have nothing to do, 1280|Just to sit in the shadows and wait." 1280|My father's life was a nest of sin; 1280|No man had a right to touch with the rod 1280|Or any thought whatever of sin, 1280|Being a freeman, an emancipate, 1280|A soul-born, a man-born. 1280|But there sat at home, or was there, 1280|A man-born and free man, 1280|A man-born with something in him 1280|From Adam's fall? 1280|A Christian born with a right 1280|To stand and tell America 1280|What is wrong with this day 1280|And in this year of sin, 1280|And in this year of wrath, 1280|A Christian born? 1280|That man's the man for the times, 1280|He is born with a right to rule, 1280|And he's born to have power 1280|To heal this nation, to lift 1280|This people in their plight,-- 1280|To make all of America 1280|The slave to enslave, the man 1280|To sell her soul, to keep 1280|Her in chains, to bring her down 1280|Into itself 1280|Into eternal damnation. 1280|And when at last he dies, 1280|What will your son do? 1280|Will he, as he is not, 1280|Turn from the slave-church and the world, 1280|The Church of America, 1280|The Church of Reason, the Church of Christ 1280|That claims for it's own 1280|The life of him that's born so? 1280|The man would break the chain 1280|And run away. 1280|But all would say when he comes home 1280|That this man man is not God's son-- 1280|That he is no one's, and none of them 1280|Is fit or decent to know much 1280|In the strange and awful way of men 1280|But a man-born pervert, 1280|And a liar to America, 1280|The Church of Reason, the Church of Christ. 1280|A man-born pervert? What's that? 1280|And a liar to America 1280|Where, in this hour of pain, 1280|Do you listen to the man-born? 1280|Are there not some that do hear him 1280|And do wonder and see 1280|In the eyes and the eyes of his guests 1280|The image of God's angel-soldier? 1280|And this man comes here like a lion 1280|And is scared as a lamb? 1280|A lion then, 1280|A lamb's the man-born. 1280|What a devilish way of life 1280|Those who call themselves men go through, 1280|Living like lions, while they lie 1280|As slaves or like lambs. 1280|How are ======================================== SAMPLE 15140 ======================================== 26333|"What I must do 26333|Is to be true 26333|To one I love,-- 26333|One I love so true." 26333|Then down the street I went, 26333|To the tavern door, 26333|And there, in deep 26333|Pleading, as I might, 26333|I heard him speak: 26333|"You are Love's friend, and I 26333|A lover may make. 26333|For, if the lover, then the friend, 26333|Must be made too." 26333|When Love looks with wonder on life's empty paths, 26333|He sees the tears its endless course bedew, 26333|And feels a pang of bitter despair, that boils 26333|The blood within him, like the Borel's ire, 26333|Or the Danube's flood, when meets it mingled 26333|With its own taints and monster mists. 26333|Where are the smiles that followed after storms? 26333|And where are the hearts that could lodge with the woods? 26333|Alas! Love's life is a fever, a blind fret, 26333|A deadly, distempered, poisonous thing. 26333|I think those fair smiles are but tears, and they lie 26333|Dilated on couch and in urn, where they fade 26333|Sans beauty and sans shadow. The heart melts not 26333|In the presence of Love, because Love will not come. 26333|And they lie there a useless and a wasted thing; 26333|Because Love will not come. 26333|And the tears on the breath of springlet and vio 26333|Are but years! 26333|And the smile on the cheek of a maiden may fade 26333|'Neath the rays of time. 26333|And we know not, in any time, from our youth, 26333|What sweet life Love will give us. 26333|He never came to me, nor came to my heart, 26333|Because I did not know. 26333|I know not his name, or his home, or his name, 26333|Nor has he his home or his home therewith. 26333|I know not, I know not the cause of his coming-- 26333|I only know his eyes are on me. 26333|I will learn to know him as well, for this eyes 26333|See everything, and all that they show is love. 26333|His eyes are like the eyes of a friend, and thus 26333|He is near. 26333|I know that the flowers and the trees are his joys, 26333|And the voices of birds and the voices of bees, 26333|Because I have known these. 26333|I know that the voices of birds and the bees say 26333|This for an end. 26333|The sun and the stars are his joys because they 26333|Are his dependents. 26333|And he comes to me. 26333|I will go with my steps, though the paths be rough, 26333|Through deserts of sand. 26333|I will follow the scent of a violet 26333|That was thrown into the sea. 26333|Through the waves of the sea will I wander, 26333|And see the island of delight. 26333|I will take hold of the wave and toss it 26333|As a sponge might a pea. 26333|I will wander and watch the lightning 26333|Flit and drift and then come down. 26333|I will watch and listen when it talks, 26333|For the voice of my soul is wild. 26333|The wings and the waves have told him stories,-- 26333|The wings of the sea and the land of bubbles, 26333|The storm-beat waters and the land of shadows, 26333|The waves' wild whispers. 26333|But I will follow my heart's desire, 26333|And my soul will follow his. 26333|And I will go with my steps, through the world's 26333|beside him. 26333|I will learn to know him as well, for he is 26333|my brother. 26333|In the years when I am old and have taken 26333|such advices, 26333|I will sing of the world in all its joys, 26333|And I will give him advice. 26333|And I ======================================== SAMPLE 15150 ======================================== 38520|"That is one, then, you have seen 38520|"In life, you know; but, by and by, 38520|"You've come to know about 'em all. 38520|"You think it's strange you should know?-- 38520|"Or else your mother didn't know-- 38520|"You think it's queer that I am here?-- 38520|"I've a wife--she thinks it's most droll 38520|"To keep me from the children out. 38520|"For some reason, maybe, she thinks 38520|"I do not like to see them come. 38520|"Now, this is very bad, of course; 38520|"But when I say, 'What? why, what then?' 38520|"Why, yes--why, at once she answers, 38520|"'You're mad!' and she's the one to blame-- 38520|"You see; so now, when mother comes, 38520|"I'll show her all this, but first she 38520|"Must tell her Papa has had a wife!" 38520|The little man had thought it well 38520|To try his powers of tact in love; 38520|He'd made a proposal--which he, 38520|In very truth, said was rather fine-- 38520|He asked her father-in-law to dance. 38520|"It is so quaint, you know, (he said, 38520|With voice half-whisperty, and eyes that flashed, 38520|As though he had a hundred tongues) 38520|"To say that one's own father is so! 38520|"A thing that might be told to three 38520|"In every church--or not at all-- 38520|"But--that's a very good reason too. 38520|"My aunt wants a great deal to do-- 38520|"And you, my darling, will not try, 38520|"Without your father's permission, 38520|"To tell her, in the daytime, at one 38520|"And two, and three and four and six-- 38520|"It takes too long to say the prayers, 38520|"And her mother will not want to read 38520|"Or teach her--so she'll say the readings 38520|"Before she even tries her rhyming." 38520|So, thus he spake, and her father-in-law 38520|Beholding him so calmly staring, 38520|Made his own speech, half-buttery; 38520|With his nose all white, his eyes so beetled, 38520|"It would be very unhygienic 38520|"To speak at every step along it; 38520|"So, to begin with, I propose, 38520|"When you're in or out of doors, 38520|"That you be sent to school with me, 38520|"On this very night, on this very day, 38520|"When school-time's over, and everyone's 38520|"Fresher than the kids you brought home last month!" 38520|So the little woman went to school; 38520|She had no fault in this at all-- 38520|So what on earth should the children do?-- 38520|They couldn't read a thing apart, 38520|But then, when they were in for rhyme, 38520|What would make them laugh, or talk, or read? 38520|They found the rhymes in "buns and bile," 38520|And the buttercup and the spoon, 38520|Pulp, and other fun things, and such; 38520|But when they found what's the best, 38520|They wished that, rather than that, 38520|They'd had the motherless, not the fatherless! 38520|And now, how the children laughed, 38520|And how they talked, and how delighted 38520|Each one of them was with his book, 38520|When they came home in the evening, 38520|And every one could read and write; 38520|And the petticoat, so soft and nice,-- 38520|And the bon-bons and the hats and so on,-- 38520|They always found more than they could through, 38520|And, therefore, "The Father of All" 38520|(When they found it ======================================== SAMPLE 15160 ======================================== 1645|A sudden rush that made the air 1645|As with the sound of great streams; 1645|And in the midst, an awful roar, 1645|And, hark! it rose again! 1645|A sudden rush that made the air, 1645|A sudden shout that made the sky 1645|Like to a furnace of fire; 1645|And all the caverns of the air 1645|Seem'd bursting open like a casque, 1645|And all the caverns of the sea 1645|Expanded like a mask. 1645|What are we saying? All is hushed! 1645|What dreadful signs are we showing? 1645|How the black and white flies are twitching, 1645|And the blue heron swimming by! 1645|We are coming like a crowd! 1645|We are coming like a storm! 1645|There is not a breath to pause or to check 1645|Our awful way we're wending! 1645|The stars are gathering, the stars are shining, 1645|The winds are hushed in the blue, 1645|The sea is a shifting curtain, 1645|And the trees are turning to faces, 1645|And beasts are growing still, 1645|But we are wending and wending, 1645|And we're the lords of the deep! 1645|What is wending and wending for, 1645|I wonder, and never shall know, 1645|Though the deep wendeth with me every one, 1645|Through the cold dark tide to where 1645|The great white silence lies 1645|Laden with many a star. 1645|And the darkness is boundless, no darkness 1645|Is like to this dark and boundless deep: 1645|For I've seen the great white moon 1645|Over the sea as of old 1645|With the wind in her hair. 1645|The sea is all aglow, 1645|With the glow of the moon, 1645|As she comes forth every night, 1645|Over the sea to me! 1645|And the stars are the hands of the stars, 1645|And they are looking at me; 1645|And the wind is the voice of the wind 1645|That flaps its coat of mail: 1645|The clouds are the wings of the moon, 1645|Fluttering down to the sky. 1645|The waves are the feet of the sea 1645|Making a lullaby: 1645|From wave to wave she comes, 1645|With a lullaby of stillnesses, 1645|And lulls us to dreams 1645|That the stars love the moon. 1645|The wind is the voice of the wind 1645|As it looks at the moon; 1645|The sea is the hands of the sea 1645|Making a sea-call, 1645|And the trees are the voice of dreams, 1645|Making a song to the stars: 1645|But the voice of the winds is the wind, 1645|Making the wind-gates fast. 1645|The wave is the voice of the sea 1645|Making a song to the sky; 1645|But the hands of the wind are the hands 1645|Making a song to me! 1645|If we had a world-wide home, 1645|And all the stars were folded in us, 1645|If we had a world-wide home, 1645|We'd build a castle of the sea, 1645|And sleep under it in the deep, 1645|With a wall of sand about it, 1645|And a ceiling of water-leaves, 1645|And a floor of verdure spread; 1645|And we'd have a lovely castle 1645|Upon the sea-lands green, 1645|Upon the wide and sultry plains 1645|Of the far-off land of France. 1645|The sands of the castle might slumber, 1645|And the ocean might sleep deep, 1645|And there might be glorious shoals, 1645|And forests of wondrous color, 1645|Or sand-hills winding in from the sea. 1645|There might be a windmill turning 1645|Its pebble in the sea's fresh blood, 1645|With a silver bell above it, 1645|And a blue ======================================== SAMPLE 15170 ======================================== 2732|But if you'll read me half, 2732|I'm all tockward to your heart. 2732|"Now take these two small handkerchiefs 2732|That hang upon that door; 2732|And don't you feel how pleasant that sweet air 2732|Into those little room will be? 2732|It may be that your own heart beats higher 2732|For such a respite from the strife, 2732|But it's the very devil to follow 2732|Such a stranger on his way. 2732|"One bed, with silk so fluffy and smooth, 2732|I'll give to you, sweetheart, and lay 2732|That is warm, and one with linens so soft 2732|You may lie down anywhere-- 2732|I'd rather sleep in a patch of blue, 2732|With a vase of rosy wine, 2732|Than with one little sheet of rippled silk 2732|That hangs upon that door." 2732|"I am so badgered into this 2732|With all these pleasant things," said I, 2732|"And when the doctor says the pill, 2732|I will take it like a man; 2732|And when he tells the drug to take, 2732|I will take the thing I like best; 2732|And on the day that I receive it, 2732|I will give you all that's fit, 2732|No matter who doth wronged me for ever 2732|As long as I have mine. 2732|"For if your mother should die of small things 2732|(Which God grant she will not do), 2732|And you should be left without the love 2732|Which you must keep for awhile, 2732|You will not care, as you can see, 2732|If a poor ghost were dead. 2732|"If there was ever any fault in me, 2732|Or fault in ghost or man, 2732|It was in some old, half-broken thought 2732|Which seemed to you, at first, 2732|A thought which I could not rue 2732|Without being quite confoundedly 2732|To be believed by you and me. 2732|"I have a strong and a strange belief; 2732|And this I will frankly say, 2732|For if I have no thoughts of good to-morrow, 2732|And if to dream and hope is not, 2732|The only word that is fit 2732|Is made of words,--and when I say a thing is true 2732|I do mean it, and intend it, 2732|And think, if I but speak once, I mean to say 2732|My heart makes that meaning plain. 2732|"The words that I speak must be true: 2732|I know this, for I have said it; 2732|And if my words be not so easily believed 2732|As things to which you have given belief, 2732|When you have done believe them, 2732|Then I think I shall wish, as you shall too, 2732|That, when you have believed them, 2732|You would believe what you do wish believing, 2732|And wish it true for myself, 2732|And, seeing what I have to show you, see through 2732|How foolish it seems now. 2732|"Suppose, my heart, my heart should fail you, 2732|And you should live to die, 2732|What should you do when, years hereafter, 2732|You should not know the thing. 2732|Who would not wish to find the thing believed, 2732|And yet believe it--who, to tell you the truth, 2732|Would have to tell you the thing that he had believed, 2732|And believe? 2732|"How should you then react, dear friend, with me, 2732|Who have done a thing untrue, 2732|And now with the thing that you have done forgive me? 2732|I dare not believe you had never believed 2732|What I did then. 2732|"And if you'll pardon my saying it, 2732|And do not blanch your cheek, 2732|And make yourself in a grave-like look, 2732|I've told you my heart's conviction. 2732|And if I do not live to see it, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 15180 ======================================== 1381|For all that to the sea was aught but foam. 1381|And there the shore he sought, and all the land. 1381|With myrrh and gold in token of the good, 1381|That I could scarce with more, with more of pain, 1381|In honor of him, made thee of all 1381|A heart not fit to be broken in, 1381|When I saw thee first o'er the threshold kneel: 1381|When the light of thine eyes, like the first rays of morn, 1381|Gleamed whereof thou at parting wast unworthy: 1381|And the great tears their last from thy dim eyes shed 1381|For my long-suffering made me think of him. 1381|And I did weep; and the world turned round from me 1381|To the dark, and vanished, and was still. 1381|He is gone, that lone man; for he left me then. 1381|How then shall my love be made glad at last? 1381|There is an hour for tears! Ah, when the time 1381|Will he find--'twill be the best of all! He said 1381|He had no friends--I doubted not but 1381|Had that been so--he would still be absent. 1381|And the world's thoughts he did not know. 1381|But the world, that doth not hate a soul, said, 1381|Now let the world take heed! The world hath left him. 1381|And he comes; and I stand afar from me. 1381|What is there left to fear? That in our arms 1381|What is left over for his love, or mine? 1381|And all the world is waiting for our kiss! 1381|I saw him last. Alas! did he not know 1381|That I did love him so, and he his heart 1381|Did not despise to see it done. O God! 1381|Is there a hope for my heart, O heart of mine? 1381|There is a way, there is an answer, there. 1381|And what is there to me, in the world's ways, 1381|To say to him, when my thoughts fail me up? 1381|How, O God, and O God, for I myself 1381|Am blinded in the sight of Heaven, so blind, 1381|I scarcely see the path that is for me! 1381|I have loved him! and he is gone. 1381|And he was gone. He will be back to-morrow. 1381|I had a brother once, a man, a man, 1381|And I heard his spirit come to me. 1381|I said, 'My brother! that my heart may break! 1381|Say, what have you to say to this my pain, 1381|O man, O me, whose spirit thou hast caught?' 1381|It said, 'O sinner in my place! 1381|I am the sea, and I know whither I goes, 1381|And what my purpose is. I am the rock, 1381|The earth which cleaves and shapes to itself. 1381|I am Life, and last night I seemed to speak.' 1381|Then I said, 'I may come to thee!' but he fled. 1381|O soul, how happy is she who hath 1381|A brother, who is strong to speak of it! 1381|In some, 1381|But none 1381|Weeps in the darkness of her lonely bower, 1381|And sighs in the moonbeam, for the light is gone 1381|Of his bright eye, nor can she call to him 1381|Amid the silent moonlit of her house. 1381|But she remembers, day by day, her love 1381|Which lay unseen and was not quite forgot: 1381|And yet, for her heart is not with pain, 1381|She weeps, but speaks not, for her eyes are wet: 1381|Nor yet will she, at morn, be callous, though 1381|No word may say of her that she is fair. 1381|I cannot say, 1381|For I, though I had his words to speak, 1381|Would say them not; and, when I look on him, 1381|I seem to see him. 1381| ======================================== SAMPLE 15190 ======================================== 2491|As her lover she kneels and prays, 2491|And his love in her eyes burns bright, 2491|And he hears the music of prayer 2491|From her lips as her hands he gathers. 2491|His pride is set on her lap and pressed 2491|And her arms are round him as he presses 2491|To kiss his heart in the deep of her eyes 2491|And cling to him in his passion's hour. 2491|The white waves of dawn 2491|Come dancing by 2491|And they look at the dreaming child, 2491|And they know her dreams are right, 2491|And they watch her so brave, 2491|Who has gone to the war 2491|'Neath the war's dread glare, 2491|With her sweet sweet lids down bent 2491|And her fair young body bare. 2491|As she leaves her room 2491|With its warm light, 2491|And she walks in her dreamy dreams, 2491|She turns to him with a smile, 2491|Who has taken her hand 2491|In his own in front of the door, 2491|And her hair is waving 2491|And her face is bright. 2491|They walk together in the morn, 2491|While she turns her cheek 2491|With a wistful look. 2491|He comes to his darling in his dreams 2491|And his soul is glad, and filled 2491|With the strength that he feels, 2491|With the strength it cannot find 2491|In a body dead. 2491|The dreams are all changed, 2491|For the world is gay 2491|In her dreams, and the world is gay 2491|In his dreams. 2491|And he feels his heart's blood stir 2491|As he hears the song 2491|In the distance sing 2491|On the wind's last wing. 2491|Through the dusk and the gloom 2491|He walks the road through, 2491|By the open grave yard, 2491|Where he left his darling child. 2491|"God bless you." And he walks on 2491|Till he comes at last 2491|Into dreamland where the waters 2491|Of the old, mysterious springs 2491|Flow gently in 2491|Through shadowy forests all around. 2491|And he walks, as he always walked, 2491|By his darling child's side, 2491|Until the darkness of her eyes 2491|And her love, his own 2491|Are forgotten--and his soul is glad. 2491|The woods are green and bright 2491|With the golden sun's last gleam. 2491|The woods and the little stream 2491|Are in God's keeping now; 2491|And he walks with tender care 2491|By his precious little child. 2491|And oh, the wonder of all time 2491|Is that he walks with her 2491|Past the shadow of death, 2491|And the shadows and dark things that dwell 2491|In the hearts of men. 2491|The sun on the valley's edge 2491|Hath never a golden hue. 2491|The little stream rolls on 2491|And ever more is bright. 2491|And the sky of the summer day 2491|Never can be sad. 2491|A mother and tender mother 2491|Who walks in the wood, 2491|And she sees the gold and silver 2491|Where the trees are green, 2491|And her soul sings with gladness 2491|Through the days of light. 2491|An orphan, but not lost; 2491|For she is the daughter 2491|Of the woods and streams 2491|That flow by the valley's edge 2491|In the pleasant times; 2491|And the girl who walks the valley 2491|Would gladly go 2491|To the place where the rivers 2491|Of the valley are sweet. 2491|Then softly she turns her home 2491|And walks with care 2491|Away from the face of death 2491|Where the shadows lie; 2491|And she feels the spirit in the world 2491|That is life's own mother 2491|And in her own. 2491|So is the little forest 2491|The mother of young men ======================================== SAMPLE 15200 ======================================== 2620|The wind hath its songs: 2620|And the rose-tree that opens 2620|Ripe like the morn, 2620|Is music, when the summer 2620|Is near its go. 2620|The bird of the mountain 2620|Sings sweetly and sings; 2620|The bird on the branch above, 2620|The bird in the leaf, 2620|How merry are they all! 2620|If the night wind bring not 2620|To your windowy bower 2620|The song of the chorused birds 2620|So sweetly and singly, 2620|My heart is like to melt 2620|Like the snow in the stream, 2620|And the stars in their shining 2620|Ooo, mother, here I am; 2620|Ooo, mother, let me live! 2620|Ooo, mother, what shall I do 2620|For the little baby dear! 2620|What shall I do now I am come 2620|To the happy home of my birth? 2620|O mother! O mother! 2620|O mother! Run and seek; 2620|O run and seek with your babe, 2620|The tree-spelt sign of the crosses, 2620|Where the streams are divided. 2620|O mother! O mother! 2620|O mother! O mother! 2620|In the cave by the waters 2620|Lying hidden from the sun, 2620|Where the worms are never weary, 2620|But ever hard and sly, 2620|You shall find her in the dark, 2620|She loved the sweet bird of light; 2620|She loved the little starlight 2620|By the streamlet's murmuring; 2620|You shall find her in the dark, 2620|And bring her out again, 2620|And bring her forth again, 2620|And bring her, mother dear, 2620|Down to the deep-blue sea. 2620|(Gideon Ford is pictured at right) 2620|We were all together once, 2620|Together long ago: 2620|We were all together now, 2620|O, I can't remember. 2620|The grass is greener under, 2620|And the trees look taller, 2620|And the winds are up and warmer, 2620|And the skies are blue. 2620|I'll walk through the pasture, 2620|I'll run through the wheat, 2620|I'll make myself a stew, 2620|I'll make myself a sauce. 2620|I'll bake a loaf of bread, 2620|I'll brew a batch o' beer, 2620|I'll go to the garden 2620|With Daisy and Annie. 2620|My mother's in the kitchen, 2620|My sister's at the shed; 2620|But I'll run 'way to the barn-yard 2620|And shut myself in my room. 2620|I'll see to the garden, 2620|I'll see to the wheat, 2620|And make myself a stew, 2620|I'll make myself a sauce. 2620|I'll go to the barnyard-- 2620|I'll see about the barn; 2620|But I'll shut myself in my room 2620|In case something should happen. 2620|I'll see the new sheaves blushin', 2620|I'll smell the new hay; 2620|And I'll think of the old pasture, 2620|The old pasture, good-by! 2620|We sat by the old rye-husk, 2620|And watched the rye sheaf rin; 2620|We were not six, we were seven, 2620|And seven's the strongest kid. 2620|We were not six, we were seven, 2620|But all the same I loved you, 2620|For you were stronger than I, 2620|And I am fitter than you. 2620|When children are playing alone, 2620|With hearts so light and wits so gay, 2620|How they take in and take in 2620|A father and a mother! 2620|Oh, my heart's mother is sweet, 2620|I cannot help but love her. 2620|If I were a little lad 2620|And ======================================== SAMPLE 15210 ======================================== 2130|Bidding him, as he dar'd, 2130|Laugh at the folly of man! 2130|The whole world had but one hour 2130|To give him back his head: 2130|He could not have been more glad, 2130|In so much sorrow then, 2130|As when out of the sky he saw 2130|A sign that bade him pray. 2130|A thousand eyes, a thousand words, 2130|A thousand tongues he knew; 2130|There's neither truth nor beauty now 2130|To keep men's souls in tune; 2130|For, as a harp in evil hour, 2130|It works disorder still. 2130|A thousand friends, a thousand foes 2130|By thousand tongues he fought; 2130|His thoughts are all at strife--His will 2130|Is, that or nothing do; 2130|Or, that he do, or that he spurn, 2130|Or, still the same, retain. 2130|But we--the world have nothing more 2130|For to digest than the word, 2130|And all its world-exchange meet, 2130|Nor can we bear it less-- 2130|We are but dust to his great soul, 2130|Who saw, and saw it plain. 2130|Our present only is the name: 2130|The mind which we have not, 2130|The spirit which for freedom fights 2130|Thro' centuries and years; 2130|To be the work of God's own right hand, 2130|In all that is or may be, 2130|In what He made, or did before, 2130|In what He wills to now and here, 2130|In all things which our minds may do, 2130|Our thoughts are what shall make it great. 2130|In God's high name, in his great name, 2130|In the great spirit which he gave, 2130|In his pure love, in his great will, 2130|He does his hands about her frame 2130|(For she cannot show her head), 2130|And so from a deep soul he strips 2130|His glory from the world away-- 2130|And her new worth is set above 2130|The stars and suns which it gave. 2130|We are not what we were before, 2130|A frail, fragile thing alone, 2130|He made us--our souls and spirits 2130|He wipes from off our parts. 2130|So she, the young, the beautiful, 2130|Our hope, our heaven, is gone, 2130|And that old, good name is dead, 2130|And we have no heritage. 2130|And if we had--tho' we have but one-- 2130|If she had had a spirit like his, 2130|And one--the name he girded so close 2130|Within his bosom strong and strong -- 2130|Had never left him, and would stay 2130|With a brave breast and a true heart, 2130|Like his pure love, and a true wife, 2130|She yet might not have died. 2130|But there's a world whereon we lurk; 2130|Our light lives but the flash of show, 2130|The scene is all unreal, and bright 2130|(But not with this our soul); 2130|All things have light--and dark, and pain 2130|The real light of what is here; 2130|It cannot grasp the true and fair. 2130|We know our own light is not so clear, 2130|But, like a weak and dreaming dream, 2130|We see beyond the moment's gleam. 2130|Our souls must swim the gulf between 2130|The light, and what is not of light; 2130|For what is real, may not live. 2130|To-night is all too dark for you, 2130|You cannot laugh like a happy fool, 2130|Or kiss a friend. 2130|A good fellow must be a brave one, 2130|And a brave friend is the very thing! 2130|To see them here, it seems to me, 2130|Is to behold the grand conclusion! 2130|A sudden sunlight, like a breath 2130|Of sunshine, breaks upon earth's face. 2130|The ======================================== SAMPLE 15220 ======================================== 1727|to the gods of the Phaeacians; he could boast of having been 1727|himself in possession of a man's-chariot which he had 1727|hired as a present from my mother when she had been engaged 1727|for the fair house of Hyacinthus, and which he had 1727|delivered to me as my bride when I was ten years old, when 1727|we both went to Pylos and settled in Pheaea. I kept it in my house 1727|during my absence, but when I returned it was in very poor 1727|condition, and now it seems to me that some one is using it 1727|for some other purpose, for it has been lately sold about 1727|the land where my father and I were wont to have it for 1727|my present. I can't find out who is now buying it, or where 1727|it is, but if it be in Pherae, then it must be now; I know 1727|that the ancient men will tell true, but I am going to the country 1727|where a great many of them are known to everybody, so I will 1727|call the purchaser, and will lay a handsome sum on it if I can 1727|find him; I reckon him a person of consequence, for the people of 1727|Cilicians are very fond of the Phaeacians, and the people of 1727|Pheaea are very fond of them, and many of them are so fond 1727|that they will go where the Phaeacians are, and will send a king 1727|to see if he can get possession of my old chattel, and get it 1727|rebuilt and sent to him for his own use. I will also ask the 1727|prince of Teocallenians to lend him my two best horses; he 1727|must therefore furnish my own spear-shaft, my helmet, and the same 1727|double shield with its double helmet which he gave me when I 1727|escaped from Ilius. Let him then make a thorough cleaning of 1727|the place in which he is staying. I want him to get down on the 1727|plank on the bottom of the ship, and wipe his eyes and let 1727|him take an empty chair, so he can see a man that is going to 1727|destroy his home. 1727|"I will also ask my father as much as his father may have, but 1727|not more than an hundred shekels or so a year; I will also get him 1727|two bright spears, and send him out to battle to protect the 1727|begathered cattle of his father and his people, which are in a 1727|great need of his care. I will also send my two chamberlains 1727|and the old lean cook, who will cook him a feast that will have 1727|the greatest success. I will also send out my daughter and my wife 1727|as messengers, so that they may help you, for you men are always 1727|quick to help one another. In two days when you are satisfied 1727|that you can see the cattle again you can then sell them for 1727|inward silver and gold; but if it is very far off or never yet 1727|that you can bring them, then you are to keep them and send them 1727|home again, and pay all their freight; but do not give them to 1727|the suitors on the sly, for they would take them away, not you." 1727|"Mother," answered Telemachus, "I am more than willing to be 1727|the partner of your father, but I can do no such thing; he must be 1727|the better man of the two of you, for it is not possible that he 1727|could ever fulfil your father's purpose. I will therefore be content 1727|to take the cattle homeward. {91} Go then, and leave the rest 1727|of them to the suitors." 1727|Ulysses left the house and went towards the town; but Penelope 1727|was sitting at the gateway of the city, and the women were all 1727|feigning joy in her face. She would not let any one come near her 1727|house, however, and stood fast by the way of the highway. 1727|When Ulysses saw Penelope he was grieved, and in full council ======================================== SAMPLE 15230 ======================================== 4332|The world that I had dreamed 4332|Was the old world--no matter! 4332|Now, when I recall my youth 4332|They all are gone 4332|And the last one I knew 4332|Will never come back. 4332|For I was so very young, 4332|There was neither pain nor care - 4332|I was not born nor dead - 4332|And now I know that all 4332|Is but a distant dream. 4332|Now I know that I was wrong 4332|I made me a slave all these years 4332|Of love and pride and power. 4332|And I'll never be as great, 4332|Even though I go mad. 4332|I had a lover - he died; 4332|And yet it seemed my love 4332|Did not vanish as it left him 4332|In some strange land. 4332|It seemed I was alone once more, 4332|I still remembered his look: 4332|It seemed he could not understand. 4332|Yet I remembered the words 4332|We two had read together 4332|That we could read--and neither said. 4332|In a strange room I stood alone 4332|With only the old pictures spread 4332|And his old letters there. 4332|A manly form, an old grey look, 4332|A face full of life - 4332|But I knew them not. 4332|I only saw his word - 4332|A child's soft ring of ring; 4332|But I saw too much. 4332|Now I know, however true, 4332|I had loved a girl once, 4332|And this makes a whole life 4332|And body one. 4332|A girl that was not fair, 4332|A body that was tired, 4332|Yet were sweet together.... 4332|I had a girl, only this 4332|Of all the girls in town.... 4332|Yet the very same 4332|As when I was lonely ... 4332|So, in a sort, 4332|I am with one again, 4332|I just the maid. 4332|And a girl's eyes 4332|Are very like a man's, 4332|He is always at ease 4332|And always glad. 4332|And a man's mouth 4332|Is always gay and full, 4332|He never is sad at all - 4332|He laughs, and jests, and talks, 4332|He is never sad. 4332|And a girl's eyes 4332|Are always like a boy's, 4332|He always keeps his hair up, 4332|And still looks very fine; 4332|He has nothing on beneath 4332|His roguish eyebrows. 4332|So, even so 4332|I am with one again. 4332|Yet, let it not be said 4332|That she was only kind to you, 4332|Or even that I could do 4332|What you would have me do. 4332|I have loved many a girl, 4332|And many a boy for aye, 4332|But my heart is always sad 4332|So, in a sort, I am with one again - 4332|It was a face I knew when 4332|I was fourteen - 4332|And I used to think of it often 4332|As one of those that fade and turn to brown 4332|When you tell, with a knowing wink, 4332|That you see in me that boyish child 4332|From whom I drew yourself, when I was a girl: 4332|I have the same look whenever I take a glass. 4332|I am not quite sure what makes me do it: 4332|I only know that I 4332|See through you, as you may say 4332|If you will let me speak, 4332|And I always know 4332|When you look at me 4332|That I am the same. 4332|I can forget the things you say or do: 4332|Even you must remember the things I have 4332|That you did long ago, when you could not see. 4332|If I forget them I will say them not-- 4332|But say them always gently, so they will stay: 4332|I can ======================================== SAMPLE 15240 ======================================== 16452|With all his weapons on him, while he strove 16452|To call him mortal; but in vain to call, 16452|He was not mortal, while with eyes aglow 16452|He gazed, and saw Achilles, whom he thus 16452|Intreated, saying: "Behold, I here detain 16452|An unextinguish'd flame, and will not let 16452|My spirit perish in the fight for thee. 16452|Yet may I in some moment's combat join 16452|My force, whereunite thou and thy host! so 16452|I may behold my son, whom I have lost, 16452|And see thee not, but hear thy father's voice; 16452|So I the fight can easily endure, 16452|While to the Grecians I thy father call." 16452|Then, piteous, he said, "O son, I too 16452|Hearst thou me; I do no injury to thee. 16452|But even as thou saidst, thyself consult, 16452|And if, as I deem, the Greeks shall wage 16452|The fight no less than thee, I thy son 16452|Henceforth will name _he_, that he may be father 16452|To thyself--since thou hast nought to fear." 16452|He spoke; and thus, the warrior son of Tydeus. 16452|Replied, he said, I feel no terror from thee; 16452|And I, I know thee not, but I have heard 16452|Thy father call me from the ships afar. 16452|What, or, what not? He shall the world adore. 16452|For what other power thou canst employ 16452|Than the strength of some God? Behold! my son 16452|Seated upon a steed, I urge thee not 16452|To yield me, nor his wife, lest thou shouldst fall 16452|Before the Trojan host. My father sends 16452|Incline to make thee the incumbent first, 16452|And thou shall be the next; my heart inclines. 16452|So spake Achilles, and he sigh'd in wrath, 16452|But him with these the royal Chief reproved. 16452|Thou hast the art to plead for what is right, 16452|But thou art false to thy own truth at last. 16452|Proud, thou, at last, wouldst bear no faithful part, 16452|And be no more than mother to thy son. 16452|But Jove the Gods may not for such contend, 16452|But show theirself when they thy will obey. 16452|Haste, thou! urge now the Dardan-chariot, 16452|And, son of Tydeus, haste and get thee home; 16452|Haste and, if it be thy doom, to Peleus' house. 16452|He spake, to whom Achilles answer brief 16452|Glanc'd instant, sorrowful, and full of dread; 16452|Then from the body parted, and removed 16452|The vest; and to his own bosom also bore 16452|The helmet, from Achilles' head discharged. 16452|His body then in sacred stupor he laid, 16452|And thus, with loud lament, with hoary beard 16452|Departing, to his own roof he went; there hung 16452|His spectacles, but they could but little spare 16452|The sorrow which his eyes with tearful streams 16452|Supplied; tears, at least, he wiped not, but there gush'd 16452|Instant, and his heart, contrite thus, replied. 16452|Now, ye Mycenæ, to the well-built tower 16452|Thrice welcome, for the favour of the Sire 16452|Which gave me thus the courage to appear, 16452|Of my own son, Achilles, and before 16452|All should the glory and the honour claim, 16452|I now pronounce, and to the city pledge my son. 16452|But now, in all this, let each, with due 16452|Preparations, rest; for no man of all 16452|May with more ease endure the time of fight. 16452|No sleep, no food, no rest for me till noon, 16452|Nor yet until the morrow even. Myself 16452|Have in this service always ======================================== SAMPLE 15250 ======================================== 1382|Where he has been the morning, and the evening, and the morning of this day 1382|There is not a flower, not a wood, not a crag to be found on its bank, 1382|But she is gone. 1382|But he stands there, as a mother of the sons of men and the daughters, 1382|There are no more tears, there is not a voice, there are no women, 1382|Whom the silent waters cover with their garments that rain long 1382|There are none left, and their voices are voiceless, and their hands 1382|There are none left to bear them, and none left to turn on them, 1382|There are none left for their souls to listen to. 1382|The wind upon the woodland 1382|Is like unto the song 1382|Of birds that sing and move, 1382|And sing the joy of life. 1382|For earth is not as 's lordlier 1382|With all that can come nigh; 1382|None that are living are fair 1382|Beneath the moon upon her: 1382|So the wind is the song of trees. 1382|And the wind is the song of leaves, 1382|And the spirit that lives in her 1382|Is a light within their souls. 1382|So all life and music shall be 1382|In the spirit's song and spirit's rhyme 1382|In the days that are past and dead. 1382|The wind from the woodland 1382|Is like unto the song 1382|Of birds that sing and move, 1382|And sing the joy of life. 1382|I have the world's praise, and ye praise my song 1382|Who have power to reach beyond the stars; 1382|And that ye shall not be wroth with me 1382|Nor wroth with your thoughts is none of mine: 1382|O songful leaves! be ye not wiser 1382|Than ye were ere the world was made. 1382|And be ye not wroth with your thoughts 1382|Nor wroth with your dreams is none of mine. 1382|The world and I were but dust when life 1382|Made us its bowers of leaves and blossoms, 1382|Now 'tis dust on me and you when we meet. 1382|O love that made it all its robe and crown, 1382|How doth it wear the whole world's worship! 1382|I have the soul of man, but mine the brain, 1382|And the soul of man is the tree's and seed: 1382|I have the soul of man, but he hath seed; 1382|Mine is the seed that clings to the sapber 1382|For the life to come; and the sapber has birth. 1382|I have the body on which my soul doth ride, 1382|But the body and my soul are separate. 1382|The body I wander wide about, 1382|While the soul to me is confined in the limb; 1382|Mine eyes are of the soul, but the soul hath eyes: 1382|Mine ears are of the soul, yet I hear and hear, 1382|And have of spirit both the will and the right. 1382|Now is the way of man's destiny 1382|By these two that are linked in the vine: 1382|Behold! my brotherhood to me is due, 1382|That he may know what is glorious in me. 1382|Ye are the roots of life, ye are the shade, 1382|You are the glow of earth, ye are the light. 1382|Life and shade are mine; and the fire of youth 1382|Is mine: be ye to him the life and shade! 1382|He is the life; I am the shade; 1382|Be ye to him the light! 1382|O leaves of the vine! ye twining vine! 1382|Ye are with life, but my heart is with you, 1382|For it is life, until I feel it grieve you 1382|And shade, until my heart is sad for you. 1382|Now life and shade are mine; and the fire of youth 1382|Is mine; and my heart feels joy and grief at noon. 1382|And I cannot live without you, 1382|And I cannot die of care: 1382|What I am and what I am ======================================== SAMPLE 15260 ======================================== 3160|"For this same night thy bed, my child, prepare." 3160|She said; and all the suitors in array, 3160|By that dread voice with tumult upheaving, 3160|Are gathered to the palace, where they hear 3160|The summons. Gasping they march before 3160|The threshold of the dome; the sound is shrill 3160|Of sounding coursers; round the palace throng 3160|In eager multitudes; all look each way, 3160|In hopes in time to enter. Now the hours, 3160|In due order, move them o'er the sands: 3160|Now from the palace steps the revel rings, 3160|And all the dome resounds with sounds; then sudden 3160|A voice is heard beseeching--who it is 3160|They thus inquires of all the city loud: 3160|"Whom leave we to our lives to die, or leave 3160|Our fathers' ashes to an unknown guest? 3160|A noble deed of mercy, great above, 3160|Has saved the life of Jove in this rare show." 3160|"How great, O father, is that great desire?" 3160|"Whate'er thy will, who will obey!" he cries. 3160|Thus, as the man replied, his thoughts they lost; 3160|He took the message, and straight received his death. 3160|But when the last sad drop was banished thence 3160|He thus resumed: "Now pass we to the feast; 3160|But haste, my friends; on shore let orders be 3160|That of the news I hither send ye true; 3160|No other news the genial round to spare: 3160|'Tis my command, of all my friends and foes 3160|To-day to-morrow will be, to be faithful, and say 3160|What in our house the fatal end shall be. 3160|The wise, the good, the good, and great and small, 3160|All know it; but the small o'erweening few, 3160|By their oppressions too, are more opprest, 3160|Suffering my poor, my father, and those dear, 3160|With wrongs without reciprocal, alas! 3160|Till some, the worst the world to mortals gives, 3160|Shall know a father's last command must be 3160|(Who needs must die) that all be turned to me." 3160|The gathering band their safe passage gain: 3160|The king attends them of the wise alone. 3160|Now the cool stars their gentle beams renew, 3160|And soft reposing shades absorb the day. 3160|Swift to his palace the king returns, 3160|His friends and faithful slaves to bless with joy. 3160|High and more high, above the level stars, 3160|The royal dome o'erlooks the fertile fields. 3160|There sat the august Ulysses; and there smiled 3160|The son of Jove; the royal host he led 3160|To the celestial dome, but all in vain. 3160|The godlike monarch made vain all reply: 3160|To his huge arms and lance he raised the ball. 3160|The buckler pierc'd the hollow of his shield; 3160|Studded with copper, was the weapon bright 3160|And loud, as when a thousand hosts assail. 3160|A son he gave of gifts to gentle Mars, 3160|A bow, and darts of brazen; next to these 3160|A beamy dart of fire he gave the third, 3160|Bright as the lightning, and emblem of the god. 3160|He took the shafts, and high in air they flew; 3160|The iron flashed from either arm and smote 3160|The lofty dome's solid, solid base; 3160|But Jove and the Ulyssian race essay'd 3160|His fatal fate with anxious thoughts alone. 3160|Then rose the king, and thus the gods implored: 3160|"O godlike man! what man appears so good! 3160|Thyself, the suitors, yet shall suffer death, 3160|But of the glories of the earth and skies; 3160|Now, to be saved, and to redeem the race 3160|Bid the proud suitors fly from Ilion town. ======================================== SAMPLE 15270 ======================================== 1365|As I remember, when he told me he had had his arms cut off, 1365|I was very deeply touched and glad in a great measure. 1365|There were not many at the feast nor about us, the children, nor even 1365|On the morrow we heard an old woman who came with her child. 1365|For three days past, these children had lived in freedom among us, 1365|And they made me a little book of verses for them to read; 1365|But they could read not the end of it; and they were delighted 1365|To see their little friends again on our mountain-tops. 1365|And the old woman, she was very frail and wan, and of little height; 1365|She had on a cap of brocades underneath her robe, that she had 1365|We were the children of the mountain; for the land was our own, 1365|They would gladly have kept the children, if they had been older, 1365|But the children were in the mountain; and it was a stormy season 1365|To be cut off from their play and from the children's playfellows, 1365|And from such a pleasant place as this. 1365|And it was a stormy season; for I was not much agoing; 1365|For I wished to be going, even for a space, and was afeard 1365|Still more to go with a face like this, and with the visage stern, 1365|It is that which gives the whole feeling to that face and visage. 1365|And the whole mountain looked on us all with eyes of wonder; 1365|The rocks, like children in a crowd, looked curiously at us; 1365|The grass in valley-meadows, and the meadows among the birches, 1365|And the mountains looked at us, and they said, with one voice, 1365|"How came they to be children?" 1365|"And who have we found, all scattered 'mid this wild and barren 1365|mountain-tops, this wandering multitude?" 1365|We made our voices known, and one and all returned obedience 1365|"Then we came to the door of a great chamber, and there met 1365|With the children, and we said to them, 'Hearken to meekly 1365|and truly, to us in the mountain; we make a bridge across 1365|The blue heavens, and in it shall a good company pass 1365|by. Behold them in their innocence, sitting upright, 1365|with their garments made about them as they sit hereon.'" 1365|"I never can forget my days at Ursinus, with its meadows, 1365|And in truth I cannot forget those days, the first and my happiest; 1365|But I only think of them, dreaming, and think such thoughts in dreams: 1365|And I only think of the morning, and the day rising over it. 1365|I like to think of the old school-room, with its painted shelves, 1365|And of the little old desk by the window, and of the bookcase 1365|where the pictures hung. The old desk was full of pictures, 1365|I must have painted them with my brush and water-colour-pen. 1365|These are the days of full and glorious bloom, the days of my childhood! 1365|I never can forget those dear delights when the dawn of morning 1365|Stood in the valley, and the mountain in the valley met us, 1365|Making the world one vast dream. In our childhood there was no day! 1365|In our childhood, as in ours, the light was golden, and the air 1365|Came soft with music, and with melody, and with the 1365|flutes of the hazel-wood. 1365|"We have nothing to wear to-day," said the Countess, "no costly 1365|"Then let it be as thou wilt." 1365|"The little girls come back at even, with their scarfs of gray," 1365|Quoth the Countess, "the scarfs that they had when riding down 1365|with the boys. They will not have white scarfs to go into the 1365|forest in." 1365|"That is true," said Dame Nature, "but then thou hast not proved 1365|as thou wilt." 1365|"And we must ride the rest of ======================================== SAMPLE 15280 ======================================== 1471|Of the two worlds in the olden way. 1471|Sung us of the olden race-- 1471|When the whole earth's breathings and thros 1471|Made us of the olden tree 1471|That never dies, and the olden bud. 1471|O, were we as the tree of Time, 1471|When it comes at last to be, 1471|Then--O then, were we young again! 1471|It breaks my heart to write 1471|That what you knew so true 1471|Can now no more be true. 1471|--And that is this, dear heart: 1471|That I have loved you too well 1471|Ever to lose you now. 1471|The morning sun comes with the daylight, 1471|With the morning smile, 1471|In all her sunshine and all her silence-- 1471|For the child who lies asleep must be 1471|All her own with the old, old things. 1471|The old things, all the old, 1471|For the child who lies asleep; 1471|They're as old as dreams are old 1471|And as old as you. 1471|I sat beside a burning cask, 1471|With the glass and the wine-- 1471|As I watched a fire leaping there, 1471|I could hear the water roll. 1471|And I knew that I loved her well, 1471|My dream's companion, dear; 1471|And I said, "The flood that boils below, 1471|The fire that steams within the oaken barrel, 1471|Are but words of fire that fade away!" 1471|But she lay sleeping through the glass, 1471|With eyes of silence shut, 1471|And the wine did not reach them there; 1471|And the flame that up to God she threw 1471|Had faded to a dimming shape in glass-- 1471|A trinket for her head. 1471|The tears--they were but talk, 1471|As the glass was not seen, 1471|By the spirits that came and went 1471|With the wine at side. 1471|But the glass was seen by her, 1471|And the wine by her; 1471|For the fire was by her, and she 1471|Was its only guest. 1471|In the world's old dream of old 1471|And the city's dreaming face, 1471|God's fire is lit on many a board, 1471|Not a board is cold. 1471|We can see the lamps of gold 1471|From the windows of the moon. 1471|They have lights that burn behind us-- 1471|It is we that sleep. 1471|They may say things to our lamps, 1471|But the fire is ours, 1471|When we dream of the world we love, 1471|And of ourselves asleep. 1471|I love you so, my sweet, 1471|I am thy soul, and thy voice, 1471|I am thine heart's desire, 1471|I am thy soul's choice, 1471|O my sweet, 1471|Thy very self is ours! 1471|I love you, and I shall lie 1471|Under your heart's white palm, 1471|And my eyes shall grow blind 1471|With gazing on thy beauty's peak. 1471|I love you, and I shall live 1471|O'er what we are to-day, 1471|As we look from this world's hand 1471|To the world to come; 1471|And I shall know what end is 1471|For the pride of self that flies, 1471|For the strife for what is fair-- 1471|For the longing for what is true, 1471|For the desire for what is great, 1471|For the hatred of things mean, 1471|For the wish to be desired, 1471|For the fear of what is lost, 1471|For the joy with which we smile, 1471|And the pride with which we weep: 1471|I love you, and I shall live 1471|As I long, O my sweet, 1471|Be the better life I win 1471|Aware of my dead pain, 1471|And the joy which blinds my eyes 1471|And ======================================== SAMPLE 15290 ======================================== 20|That they not rightly to the place assign'd, 20|To be aveng'd for lost Constance, should bring. 20|With joyful hearts they parted, one with chearful heart 20|Pacing the desart, the other in the wood; 20|Then he arriv'd, who from a distance might see 20|The Horse which did the Victory hauld, and cry 20|From far unto them, the Horse, the field and all. 20|Him came they syph''ly, and in the wood apart 20|Close Buildingurg where he dwelt, with soundless mirth; 20|Above them all the shaggy headlong flood 20|Of the vast North-west fell, with stormy blast, 20|Which thinn'd its brethren to a phantom'd thing, 20|A forest phantom, though of human form: 20|Him came they syph'ly, and on a throne high up-lift 20|Upon the craggy top, deep-dimming o'er, 20|With his black beard and wrinkled flinty flint, 20|The Lord of Death he seem'd, and in his hand 20|A deadly dart his sable falcon bore. 20|Dread-hearted King, and with dismay that hour 20|Seem'd come to hope, how great thy victory 20|In this so glorious conflict shalt thou prove, 20|And prove it triumphant; for, this day, 20|Forth from the Cameloth, the fierce enemy, 20|Stole full three thousand warriors into thy sway, 20|Thy strongest and thy naturallest, that were 20|Neer to be dropt in more distressful woe; 20|They sat an Angel in thy gates, and now 20|Sit hovering o'er thee like a sacred ghost. 20|The chayles, and the archers, that ye thought 20|Of your great weapons, them now forsake, 20|For well ye wot, that to the Chayles guid, 20|With that, which you they took, there is adde; 20|For which ye fight so fiercely, and have slain 20|So many of them, with one griefes solemne. 20|Now to their wailful thoughts, that comfort bring, 20|Go now, ye that shall journey hence with mee; 20|For Death, with Death despis'd, now gives them rest! 20|He ended, and his saying rous'd up the wind, 20|That forc'd them from their floating cheerless bed, 20|And to their seats with louder drums uplift 20|The rolling peare of Ev'ning and Re-maine. 20|O Father dear, be merciful, that so 20|The cause of battle hither wak'd not, 20|Lest we afferme the comfort of thy grace, 20|Or by mischance or circumstance ope thy grace. 20|O Father, in thy wondrous Wisdom plac'd 20|Such was our force, that us thy foes forsook 20|Before we fix'd our betters to the fight, 20|And our defence, and ours, the meanest thing 20|That on the world might rest, our guard forsook, 20|And, flight or tempests subduing, lay them low; 20|And they that follow'd us, with arms inado, 20|Or blind to flight, or faint, or ruin dark, 20|Leave to their watch thy saints, and, with thy care 20|To ponder on their deeds, make thine, as thou hast said, 20|Their watch, and guard them day and night, while they 20|Their faithfull counsels keep. Be not, dear Son, 20|Ruin forebode; but thou art come to try 20|Whether to thee is given this sad decay, 20|Or whether to the heav'n thou giv'st the world. 20|To whom thus Jesus answer'd. Peace I bring, 20|Both to be gracious to you and to thee, 20|And to forget thy offence, which is 20|Not to be giv'n lightly. Go thy ways. 20|So saying, the Angel with his wings wide 20|Blind to us, re-appear'd, and angels thick 20|Stand in a squadrons array; on each hand 20|Four Cherubims led, in limmette twa, 20|Orion with dreadful shadowis wrapt, and stood 20|Embattled ======================================== SAMPLE 15300 ======================================== I have seen the sun, 27333|The moon so pale, 27333|The stars all gleaming 27333|Through the leafy gloom: 27333|I have heard them call, 27333|In the forest's deep, dim, deep, deep, 27333|And the breeze, a-stir 27333|Through the branches, in the leafy gloom, 27333|And the birds, their music, low and shrill, 27333|Ruffling the air, 27333|"Mary, take the child away: 27333|Take the child away! 27333|Mary, hear the crying! 27333|Mary, give the cry its ease 27333|Till thou hear'st my praying." 27333|"Foolish, thou! 27333|Mary, take the child away 27333|And let the mother stay, 27333|But I'll go with thee, away 27333|In the forest, dark and deep, 27333|And the birds shall be my care 27333|Till the babe is born again 27333|In the forest, dim and dim." 27333|The moon was high 27333|As the western sky, 27333|And the moonlight seemed 27333|Like an angel looking down 27333|Full of light for her. 27333|She was white from breast to head, 27333|The light that was her, 27333|As she lay upon my heart, 27333|It was magic like. 27333|I stood beside her bed, 27333|And watched the stars, 27333|In a starrie dream of a land 27333|Of pure, holy white. 27333|The moon had set, 27333|The light had waned fast, 27333|But dimmed the sky like a star 27333|In the moonlight there. 27333|When she went from me, 27333|As if her feet 27333|Trembled for the fear of the night, 27333|My very soul 27333|Was touched like the marble of a song 27333|In a dark, dream-haunted place, 27333|With a moon-streaked bed and white. 27333|In the forest, dim and drear, 27333|I heard the wind a-blowing, 27333|The wind a-blowing, 27333|The wind ever blowing, 27333|And my soul had grown too cold to sing, 27333|The wind ever blowing. 27333|I was alone and all alone 27333|And the only one who listened was Death, 27333|And when her song came, I turned away 27333|To hide my sightless fiddles and play 27333|Doomed havoc on a world that danced 27333|To the song's rhythm, to see and sing, 27333|As to the Dead the music passed. 27333|And I lay back-to-back, 27333|And the little child I loved 27333|I held, as if to me. 27333|The old woman sat in the window where the snow lay white 27333|The old women in the lanes of brown were standing waiting, 27333|With their eyes on the window to see the storm howling. 27333|But, when the rain set the window doors a-blaze, 27333|Then the old women all began to cry. 27333|A storm was on the little ones, 27333|It swept the little children to bloody feet; 27333|They lay, a-dying around, 27333|With eyes like dried leaves wet to the eyes. 27333|The old men watched with their grey eyes, 27333|And they knew in their hearts 27333|That the storm was on the little ones, 27333|It was on all the little children's graves. 27333|But the old women sat in the old halls, 27333|And the little children all were playing free; 27333|And the old woman with grey eyes 27333|Looked out and stared at the little children dead. 27333|And the tear-drops seemed to leap like living kisses 27333|From the grey eyes of the old women sitting in the hall. 27333|But there was no pain in the old weather, 27333|The little children played all the way from home; 27333|The old women sat in their elms, 27333|In the homes of the old, 27333|Bene ======================================== SAMPLE 15310 ======================================== 1728|the ground, and on one side he laid his left hand on the shield 1728|with the shield in the semblance of a man that was in battle, 1728|and cast the other on the earth, and made a sign with his 1728|fingers and he called his sons to witness. So they 1728|stood before the walls. Now they set two barley-meal baskets 1728|for each man, and a well-baked cake, and made them sit down. 1728|And Eurylochus, the son of Antenor, his wife 1728|brought him bread, and water and set it before them. And 1728|Melanthius and Idomeneus with their sons went up to 1728|the house of Agamemnon. And when they were there 1728|they took from their hands the baskets, and the cake and 1728|bread, and threw them on the ground, and all fell upon the 1728|salt; but Eurylochus came up and stood by him and spake, 1728|saying: 1728|'Out of our own houses, Agamemnon, we are come to the 1728|town of king Priam. We could not escape destruction if our 1728|house was taken by us; therefore go your ways, as shall 1728|be meet, and bid the heralds spread the news around about 1728|the cities which our father built. In all the towns the sons 1728|of king Priam dwell that are under the wall, where many of our 1728|catholics are men of wits, and of excellent learning, and they 1728|will be sure to tell the story, for there is great need 1728|of it.' 1728|And the goodly swineherd answered him saying: 'Hear me thou 1728|son of noble Antenor, and I will do whatsoever I shall 1728|say, even as the gods have willed. Nay, hold thy peace, 1728|stay thou here, for there is no god but none may bind 1728|the hand.' 1728|'Nay, it is as thou sayest,' replied Eumolpius, 'that I 1728|would go hence.' 1728|Then great Odysseus of many counsels, of his own justice, 1728|turned about, and with him the goodly swineherd, and spake to 1728|them winged words: 1728|'Hear me, my children, and I pray you one and all by 1728|the handmaids, and call the swineherd and bind him to the 1728|wall in the outer court of his house, that I may take my 1728|way to the city. For all men seek not glory nor riches, 1728|but bread and water to drink, and I too would live that I 1728|might eat and drink my fill in all the city, and in the 1728|town of my fathers. For ye are the heirs of kingship, 1728|and your cities hold a rule in all the fields, and I am 1728|a lord in mine own. But if thou wouldest be first among the 1728|knights, and to the wall wouldest lead the way, then take 1728|with me a goodly goblet, and with sweet wine fill it, and 1728|let it be the feast of all the people in the halls and 1728|in the chambers. And let the heralds tell the kings 1728|through whom all are invited, to their house, namely 1728|Eurymachus and great-hearted Antiphus, to bring a goblet 1728|and to pour libation, and set before them also a fat 1728|goat.' 1728|Thus with his words the lordly wooers spake one to 1728|the other. The heart within him swelled within him, and 1728|with joy he went to the house of godlike Menelaus. 1728|And Odysseus of many counsels came to the well-builded 1728|house and beheld there the wooers with the baskets and 1728|the cup-bearer of the wooers and the handmaids and the 1728|swineherd's men, his own dear friends. Then the strong-winged 1728|Odysseus shuddered with horror, and his heart within 1728|him was rent ======================================== SAMPLE 15320 ======================================== 2621|On her apron, ready for her gown. 2621|They went to meet him, where he sat 2621|Behind an old oak-tree, 2621|And the little maidens stood and gaped 2621|For the coming of the bride. 2621|They saw her coming, yet they smiled 2621|While her white arms gave greeting, 2621|As she passed by the casement wide 2621|With an air as light as air. 2621|And now they think no more of her, 2621|For they see the wedding guests, 2621|But a little wood-grouse crows in the dell 2621|With a cry that dies away. 2621|Ah, well-a-day! the time that brings us 2621|The wedding of love and me, 2621|With dancing, song, and merry mirth, 2621|And dancing, song, and merry mirth. 2621|On this day the maidens gather 2621|To the revel's lightest dress, 2621|For my spirit, like it's twin, 2621|And it's spirit, like to be. 2621|With a face like lily-holly, 2621|And a sweet and innocent grace, 2621|And a face as sweet as cherry-tree, 2621|And a gentle heart, and a kind one too, 2621|And a face as still as any swan's be, 2621|And a look as still as rain-cloud at night! 2621|On this day all the maids delight 2621|To have a merry time and light; 2621|But the maiden that's most within reach 2621|Is the bridesmaid, darling of my soul! 2621|With a kiss in her dimpled hand, 2621|And a wreath of dewdrops on her cheek, 2621|And a kiss in her soft white hand, 2621|And a wreath of dewdrops on her cheek, 2621|And a face as fair as any rose, 2621|And a hand as light as any pear! 2621|The little swallows twitter, 2621|All the livelong night o'er, 2621|And I love to hear them sing: 2621|The sun is bright, the world is gay, 2621|I love the sun best of all. 2621|The little swallows twitter, 2621|The dew is on the clover, 2621|I love the dew on the clover-- 2621|The sun is bright, the world is gay. 2621|There was once a little man, 2621|And he lived in a little house, 2621|And he let his wife to live free, 2621|And he bought a little carriage, 2621|And he bought a little cart and mules, 2621|And he bought a little dromedary, 2621|And he bought a little tower of the wood 2621|To seat his steed in the stable, 2621|And to keep his appetite satisfied, 2621|And to get him ready for bed. 2621|But oh! his wife was a little reindeer, 2621|That fled and went a-sailing on the snow. 2621|And oh! his wife was white, white as the snows, 2621|That lay and cowered in the deeps. 2621|Oh how he wished his wife's white he had seen 2621|On the brow of the white lie. 2621|Oh how he wished to kiss his wife, 2621|To caress her white foam-white breast, 2621|With the draught of her milkmaid's draught, 2621|And the curdle of her cream-white trough. 2621|But oh! what could he kiss that white, 2621|Or what could he wish in her brown? 2621|His wife was a deuce of a wife, 2621|And never a pretty white! 2621|Of all the maids that are in the town, 2621|The pretty Rosabelle is not out. 2621|She is the pride of the little street, 2621|The darling of all the brooks; 2621|And though she is not seen without 2621|The little boots upon her feet; 2621|Yet she is the lady of hearts, 2621|And is most welcome to me. ======================================== SAMPLE 15330 ======================================== 2732|Is a little woman, 2732|Of a noble lineage, 2732|Who had been banished from 2732|The Holy Land. 2732|Away they went in the night, 2732|As swift a flight as you 2732|Ever heard tell of; 2732|But soon they drew aloft his coat 2732|(If it were plaited with gold), 2732|And with all their power and speed 2732|Went to kill him. 2732|The Prince and the little maid 2732|(It may be so-called strange) 2732|Were taken by degrees to the Queen 2732|At a table. 2732|She took them to a great store, 2732|That was close by a well, 2732|Where there was plenty of bread 2732|And butter;--and some beef and 2732|Pork, too. 2732|She sent them all with speed 2732|Where they knew they'd be well fed, 2732|And sheltered, when they bit 2732|Her guests in the house. 2732|Some in a little bed, 2732|Some in a pewter pot. 2732|And some took their places, 2732|With wine that was old, 2732|But, oh! the poor brave lords 2732|Were all very merry there, 2732|The little lords and all, 2732|But I have to say, at first, 2732|(Though there was some disapproval,) 2732|My little book! 2732|I have not read it twice, 2732|And do not much regret 2732|That I've held it so long, 2732|And been an avid Reader, 2732|So many happy hours; 2732|For how could any man read 2732|And not be kind to others? 2732|But when I've finished the Book, 2732|And put it away, 2732|I shall return, and gladly give 2732|My copy of the _Daily Telegraph_. 2732|Oft have I seen with wonder-working eyes, 2732|_The King's New Look_--so Shakespeare did write it, 2732|And you and I may read it--so we did! 2732|For this we all believe it is the truth, 2732|And so we proudly call it the King's New Look. 2732|Now, I am no Bishop, though my pages boast 2732|A Bishops' badge and a congregation's seal, 2732|I can only hope you will not doubt it, dear, 2732|And only regard it as a mere fable. 2732|Here lies the man that never understood me! 2732|He was always looking over his shoulder; 2732|He was always looking over his left, 2732|And he never turned round. 2732|He had gone to buy some tobacco for him, 2732|Where people were waiting to lend him money; 2732|But he could not understand a word I said, 2732|For I always waited at the door. 2732|He went by the back-door, and I followed him, 2732|And I asked of every man in the street, "Who?" 2732|And he always came back by the door, and said, 2732|"Oh, that's all--that's all, my Darling." 2732|Then I went 2732|With the others, 2732|And sought my bed in the chapel-yard, 2732|And slept out all in the quiet of the night. 2732|"Is it he? 2732|Is it he?" rang the loud church-bell's knell, 2732|I woke from my dreaming in a dreadful fright; 2732|For out of the chapel-yard, as I slept, 2732|There was riding a man in a shining steed, 2732|And the steed was red and the rider was white, 2732|And they were going down a lane in a wood, 2732|And the rider was tall and the steed was short, 2732|And they rode side by side, 2732|And they talked together as they galloped by, 2732|And they rode side by side, 2732|And the steed shot fire at the men behind, 2732|And the man shot fire at the men before, 2732|And they galloped side by side, 2732| ======================================== SAMPLE 15340 ======================================== 27297|The world at length to him must seem; 27297|An empty dream he knows, and he 27297|May not be known at all." 27297|"Nay, but thy love 27297|That once I knew, must yet remain. 27297|I do believe in _all creeds_. 27297|Oh, love is strong and tender. 27297|And in this world of cares and needs 27297|A woman's heart still is not dull. 27297|"I do not shrink 27297|From death--but then, I know the woe 27297|Which is the commonest of all! 27297|My death would not be strange or strange; 27297|It is enough that they should stay-- 27297|And I will go! 27297|God's will be done! 27297|What need to say to thee? 27297|I think thyself immortal, 27297|And this dear face will not fade 27297|I cannot even kiss it, dear, 27297|I cannot even look on it! 27297|"I thought it could not have been, 27297|I thought it was not; for I 27297|Am here, and love, and know it not; 27297|And I was only dreaming, 27297|A long, long dream! 27297|I have grown strong with words, but not 27297|With the strength of my heart. 27297|"I have grown strong with words--though words, in truth, 27297|Are weak, and weary words; 27297|And with long years they fail along the time, 27297|And fade from me; 27297|Oh, but they were quick with all joy, my friend, 27297|And not that memory of light, 27297|Which in the old, old days of life I knew, 27297|It is hard to bear! 27297|"The eyes can grow not tired with dreaming, 27297|The heart cannot grow tired. 27297|But I am weary with a memory 27297|Of the old. And I know the last faint gleam-- 27297|No more that light of all day! 27297|"And now, my friend, I think a light, 27297|Perhaps a better light, 27297|Is coming to thee--to light my heart, 27297|Or set it glad. 27297|The end of all things is at hand-- 27297|But I wonder how it seems-- 27297|And I say to you, why should I doubt, 27297|Or how should you deceive, 27297|That the end of all things is at hand? 27297|"I am dying to hear, indeed I must, 27297|The last quiet word of death; 27297|But why may not the end come with the breath? 27297|Why does it seem so long? 27297|"And I will die--a little while, ere it be 27297|I shall not see-- 27297|And die in silence, silent as a deathless ghost, 27297|Then--be the last. 27297|"I will die, and die, and die the way you would, 27297|And let no new love wait. 27297|I will die in the night; I will lie upon the earth, 27297|And die; as you will. 27297|"I know the end will come; I fear it coming; but, 27297|I say to you, in God's name, 27297|If I die, God, let me die--not here--at last, 27297|No more, then, for life! 27297|"I know that he is God, though God are they, 27297|And that His hand, too, goes before 27297|And bows and bounds us in His awful plan, 27297|Yet He will leave us, if we seek 27297|Death's gate too long to tread! 27297|"Nor shall we die in vain--though, being mine, 27297|We must die--so let us live 27297|While here or when here; if, when they fly, 27297|Some gentle woman's love 27297|"If I die, I yield myself to Death, 27297|And give my dust to dust; but, if I live, 27297|O Lord of Love, to thee 27297|"The years shall pass beneath me with the sky 27297|As summer ======================================== SAMPLE 15350 ======================================== 19221|Now a cold, pale corpse is hewn away; 19221|And there's his lovely form no more, 19221|No more his arms are round me twined; 19221|I see him lying there,--he!--dispersed 19221|And forgotten as a phantom shape. 19221|Yet from this moment he is mine; 19221|Still as a dream he comes, he roams 19221|Through my stilly life,-- 19221|And, to satisfy my dying want, 19221|Lovers,--while yet time's last breath we share. 19221|Ah! gentle love, let us not scorn 19221|This last sweet moment of our life; 19221|'Tis enough!-- 19221|Thou, with thy fleeting smile, 19221|And vain conceit, 19221|Art able us to compass love 19221|Even though both love and fortune fly. 19221|Then let us hope,-- 19221|Who, till this day, 19221|Wast unhappy, and wish them still 19221|Once again to change their state of strife 19221|In our good time,-- 19221|And having now no cause to fear, 19221|To forget our sad estate of pain. 19221|Fond reader! when shall I begin to say 19221|That, though things evil and difficult appear 19221|And call up full suspicion in your mind 19221|That I was wrong 19221|To entertain you with this gloomy fable, 19221|And not seek some comfort in a song 19221|Or in a tale 19221|So much misrepresented as this is, 19221|Of a time when the fair Minerva 19221|With Thetis held converse while they ate and drank 19221|In the hollow cottage where the swine were fed 19221|And where the goats grazed and the flocks played free 19221|All the day long, and the sun seldom shone 19221|On the mossy walls, and the reeds and rushes shook 19221|And whispered in every grove and bush 19221|Of a time,--when these things had not changed their looks 19221|From their natural haunts, and the nightingale 19221|Had not, through the summer months, been overtasked 19221|By any unwelcome visitor, 19221|Nor yet be seen in the house so lonely 19221|As now, and with tears are staining the stone. 19221|There's many a tale that I have told you of 19221|Of the making o' coffins, and of the wood 19221|Whence flowed the sacred stream of Claudiuola, 19221|Of the women and the maidens both fair 19221|Who lived in the house, and the evils they suffered 19221|From prying too far on other folks 19221|Who might guess what they had kept so very well,-- 19221|If I've told you true. But now I must not; 19221|You must have heard, next morning, when I came home 19221|From the mountain, a woman's footsteps nigh 19221|Got up at the dawn, and 'twas a very fair 19221|And little maid with the yellow hair about her head, 19221|Ruthven,--that is, if you recollect right. 19221|Who could have thought that it should be me 19221|Who by a secret charm, and a breath, 19221|Should come to be the little maid with the yellow hair, 19221|Ruthven,--that is, if you recollect right? 19221|The house was full of people, and many voices cried, 19221|"Laugh at the roses and the lily fair, 19221|For the worst disease that man may bear 19221|Is knowing when he's old and when he's sick;" 19221|Then a voice softer than a robin's song 19221|Came from a tiny throat, and a sweet, uncertain voice 19221|That murmured like a waterspout broke 19221|Into the ear;--and I, a foolish boy, 19221|Till the voice whispered, and the little throat gave answer, 19221|Were not very happy, I confess; 19221|For the voice whispered, and the little throat gave answer, 19221|But the voice murmured, and the little throat bowed low with wonder 19221|Because we had not seen the like together. 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 15360 ======================================== 20586|In a dame's, in a damsel's hand.... 20586|Now, I was a child! 20586|Yet when I had had my hour, 20586|A child I was not again; 20586|A child a-bed 20586|I bade a tear or a flower bestir. 20586|I'm as a grave, 20586|And a grave is my bed; 20586|And that's enough 20586|For such a sleep. 20586|"And then my mother came-- 20586|My mother came in despair: 20586|How could I then 20586|Beget? to breed? 20586|How could I 20586|That she should then desert me? 20586|"Then her name was brought; 20586|'Tis this song we sing 20586|To show God's love to poor orphanes! 20586|"She came to-night, 20586|When I was sleeping; 20586|She stole 20586|Into my dreaming, sleeping heart;' 20586|"'O, baby, baby, 20586|Thou've had the cure I cannot give, 20586|Yet in thy sleep's untimely slumber 20586|Thou would'st take thy mother's hand, 20586|And kiss her eye, and try to steal 20586|Mother's comfort from her face; 20586|But mother's arm 20586|Could not defend her, 20586|And to the wall, 20586|'Neath the poor boy's breast stealing, 20586|I found her and kissed her there. 20586|"'Now tell me, baby, 20586|Have you nothing in a child 20586|Wherewith to wipe your cheeks clean, 20586|Or cover all the broken toys 20586|When old man and his wife are talking? 20586|"'O mother, son, 20586|You shall leave 20586|Till, when, I come,' 20586|And, when come I must leave you, 20586|Thou shall be mine! 20586|"And thou wilt come to me 20586|When thou hast had the play 20586|Of thine own little soul, 20586|Of all the little thing, 20586|That's ever been a child, 20586|But never a playmate, or seen, 20586|Never heard, 20586|But just a trifle. 20586|"Then I shall tell to thee 20586|How to play, 20586|All the little notes 20586|That cry and call, 20586|And to be happy, and sweet. 20586|"But to put out thy eyes, 20586|And hide thy cheeks, 20586|And keep to thy sleep, 20586|And leave the bed, 20586|Where thou wert sleeping. 20586|"To come once more from the sun, 20586|And let thy sun 20586|See thee, and love thee, child, 20586|And thy bed with its soft, white clothes." 20586|So it was done, 20586|And done so very quietly, 20586|We only saw it as the moon climbs the sky 20586|And we heard the stars speak. 20586|The morn there was in the town of Tir-Fa'n, 20586|The sun was high o'er the hill-tops; 20586|In the houses the little children 20586|Went to play, 20586|To sing by the beach, 20586|To dance by the sand, 20586|To sing by the orchard-trees, 20586|And to dance and sing. 20586|And in each family 20586|Two children play'd by the way: 20586|They had but dimples and pink, 20586|They had but unshamed brows, 20586|With white arms and cheeks as new 20586|As little boys may be, 20586|They danced by the way. 20586|And when they all were come, 20586|They sang in the sun, 20586|In the sun, in the sun; 20586|While in the east wind 20586|The little hands played, 20586|And in the sunshine 20586|Sang in the west wind 20586|Another little song: 20586|The little children all in a row, 20586|All ======================================== SAMPLE 15370 ======================================== 3160|Or that his father live to say the truth. 3160|"But let all these my lords debate and debate, 3160|And now all hands the utmost path explore, 3160|While still Æolus the winds restrain; 3160|But leave to me the gales and winds to guide, 3160|And let some god my soul inspire." 3160|"O friend! with godlike courage thus inspire, 3160|And teach the aged queen how true a friend 3160|To thee I owe my life! 't is from that fane 3160|Which Pallas made, and built with hand divine; 3160|No more I fear the rage of stormy Boreas.' 3160|Thus in our name, and thus in earnest, pray, 3160|I am thy god and loyal in thy vow; 3160|(Thus Pallas prayed;) but let my soul inspire 3160|To love thee as my life is loved of me." 3160|This said, the winds they murmur'd round the mast, 3160|And as the southern gales prevail'd, the sails 3160|Glowed and grew light, till Pallas girt the mast. 3160|Then soft the winds blew on, and wafted wide 3160|The sails, and through the spacious horizon bore. 3160|She, hurling to the shore her golden hair, 3160|Plung'd to the sea, and with adoring prayer 3160|Avert'd the Gods, and called to mind her vows, 3160|And of the crime divine avenged the dead; 3160|Then, as a sister, to her bed retired, 3160|A glorious band of gods on Ida flew. 3160|With her the queen her arms extended lay, 3160|And clasp'd the waters, and in tears were heard: 3160|Then thus aloud, in accents wing'd with blame, 3160|"O queen of heaven! O fair, the source of bliss! 3160|The love ye bore me, was a curse to me; 3160|For, happy in all that I have done in aid 3160|Of man, from birth to man! to him resign 3160|All blissful feelings: when my sister went, 3160|Sappho was my friend: I took the task at home 3160|To mourn her absence with the gods divine; 3160|But now, I say, from her my friend I mourn, 3160|And thus to thee, ye gods, a victim fly.' 3160|"Again I spoke: the voice of grief was heard: 3160|To heaven again the weeping queen returns, 3160|And cries aloud: 'Fie! for shame, fair god of day! 3160|Hence, void of heart to trust an empty day: 3160|See'st thou me lose the sweetest boon of heaven, 3160|But still deny to heaven my dearest due? 3160|And never to thy worship's sight restore, 3160|When from the skies thy brother lifts the eye. 3160|Alas! 'tis hard, that in my soul alone, 3160|The fault my folly might be confessed, 3160|When first my sister, fair of face! was wed; 3160|What will not heaven itself, though strong and strong, 3160|Be satisfied to leave, yet not disturb 3160|The sacred nuptials of a guilty head? 3160|The wrath of heaven is heard by the deaf earth! 3160|When Jove, his thunder, raves, he scatters his woe; 3160|Yet my unhappy sister may be blest. 3160|Go, bid the winds and swift the waters stay, 3160|And bear the bodies to the sacred flood.' 3160|Thus I: and the sad goddess thus replied; 3160|"'Tis hard to leave a state so lovely here, 3160|But all duty is to do as I advise; 3160|For not a day to Jove, can force be shown! 3160|A sister would to heaven resign her love!' 3160|"The goddess ceased: and soon the skies were red 3160|With rushing flames, and sudden the black clouds 3160|Thick poured forth smoke, that, in the sky upborne, 3160|Warmed the pale ashes of the dead, and made 3160|The white morass a frozen desert drear 3160|Where the wild beast, wild to the wood ======================================== SAMPLE 15380 ======================================== 1383|That we may never do our best, 1383|When the world is soothed and soothed away, 1383|And the heart's delire is sweet. 1383|But now, what a world it is 1383|It is all in the eye, so, now, let's see the fact. 1383|With the eyes to read it and the heart to comprehend it. 1383|'Tis the world now, and what men will not! And what they will. 1383|But to make the matter worse, the present crowd 1383|Is one who, if you find it fit, can show 1383|A picture for his little book. 1383|Is the world then, at the end of May, 1383|A picture for his little book? 1383|To make the present crowd as mean yet 1383|As may be the world at all, 1383|Whilst the world's chief image is the self same tree, 1383|Is it the world now, at the end of May? 1383|Now, 'tis for nothing when the world is gone, 1383|That one's own good use be there! 1383|He that is without the world may hap, 1383|But be it nought, at the best, 1383|With the picture the world in May is leaving, 1383|His picture, of the sun-beams. 1383|In his little book with book-wise cheeks, 1383|The little book, and the the reader's books, 1383|The little book as the best, what can he lack? 1383|To make him have an ample stomach; 1383|Yet, what with his own good use thereof 1383|He can make it, when the day-work done, 1383|To have what his mind would acquire. 1383|He has no reason to be vexed, 1383|When the world is quite at rest, 1383|Whether the world in May be as fair 1383|As that which it in June made green. 1383|A little picture: the world can be 1383|A little picture in June when the world is in May; 1383|The summer gone, the autumn soon to start, 1383|If the world be in its place and the May be gone. 1383|As things then were, the wise man's grief 1383|Had all a little place in his heart 1383|To be a part of what he grieved; 1383|And he would gape to the next year 1383|And learn about its coming joys. 1383|The world he had believed would not be long, 1383|So he went forward, and learnt how they wrought. 1383|The world was in peril; in peril, 1383|And they made of him a part of its joys, 1383|And the spring of its beauty and hope. 1383|But all the way they had followed him, 1383|He had proved their cunning, they had proved their folly. 1383|Now there's one who, having learnt the thing; 1383|There's one who, having looked, has proved it too; 1383|And the good man is happy with this. 1383|Of other ways the wise man has set 1383|He will be glad to be a part of. 1383|The morning is fair, the birds are in song, 1383|And the fields all rest beneath their breath; 1383|Then to the heart of the dove there's something rare, 1383|So I sing, I rise to stand again. 1383|Heaven's stars light the sky, the fields lie bare, 1383|Where the sun-blink is as a golden gleam; 1383|In the dimness of the tree the nightingale; 1383|The birds have had their day, the trees have had play. 1383|The little lilies, with a little cry, 1383|And the jessamine and hyacinth, 1383|Are over the little fields where the grass is green, 1383|And where the cicala dons his bright blue vest; 1383|Now the day is done, and the little lambs are loose, 1383|Now they lie and weave and play and grow. 1383|O lovely day! O quiet moment spent! 1383|I hear the whr of the fife and the drum, 1383|And from the woods the ======================================== SAMPLE 15390 ======================================== 19385|Oh, she 's wi' her auld husband, 19385|She 's sae my dawtie's lassie; 19385|He 's gien to hame, we 're gane, 19385|And she 's been to the kirk. 19385|As we sat by the fire, 19385|I was afeard for your sake, 19385|And I cried aye frae my lips, 19385|"Say, old fellow, are you gaun 19385|In the church this night?" 19385|"Old fellow, for your sake, 19385|I 'll go back this instant; 19385|The pastor is gone to wende, 19385|And I thole him gude." 19385|"There 's nae sermon we 'll sing, 19385|The psalter'd sermon we 'll have, 19385|He 'll be our old hameward-friend 19385|At our ain door. 19385|"For he says he 'd never see 19385|Sic tales about your name, 19385|And, hooe, hooe, hooe!" 19385|"I am come for your sake, 19385|Your hinny house will I fill; 19385|Aged folks mayna mak' it fit; 19385|They 're fley'd, and they 're gane; 19385|For hoo's your 's done for." 19385|And the house we gaed to see 19385|Was roof'd o' sawe-wool 'mang, 19385|And siller in the girt roof, 19385|It roars 'gainst the rafters: 19385|And the rafters they were kemm, 19385|And auld man twa was in it; 19385|For the pastor he 's brought 't 19385|At the ain door. 19385|The pastor, he had seen, 19385|That the Lord gav 't but nane; 19385|And his soul 's in your arms, my dear, 19385|And the best thing that he saw 19385|That he ne'er saw afore. 19385|Come over to me, dear 19385|Abed-Liz, and talk o' me; 19385|Tho' I were quite alone, 19385|Thro' the tears I drew on thee. 19385|Come o'er me that is dear, 19385|Abed-Liz, my dearest slave; 19385|I 'll talk o' thee, my dear, 19385|Abed-Liz, my dearest slave. 19385|The lily weeps, the rain- 19385|Spirits fly, and clouds are there. 19385|And though we would we were both 19385|In Heaven's highest heaven above. 19385|The moon that shines upon the sea is fair to see; 19385|The waves have rougher hue; 19385|The billows' foaming ripples are rough to view, 19385|But never did I meet with so rude a sight-- 19385|How lovely is the moon! 19385|It spreads its bright circle, while waves are rudely hurl'd; 19385|The moon is like a lady, that loves the sea; 19385|She turns her face with all the pride that ships boast, 19385|As fair as aught that wears a lady's smile; 19385|And smiles upon the billows, that tumble to the sand, 19385|That makes the waters fairer to her eye. 19385|And then there 's sorrow in the moon, and in all its beams; 19385|Yet beauty its ray must envy; 19385|And when it shines so calm, and pure, and white, 19385|I think that angels are seen on its face. 19385|That angel is the moon, a silver shade of heaven-- 19385|A silver moon, and it comes to me to show 19385|A tender spot near me, where I may lay 19385|My own young wife by me, as 'twill do to-night, 19385|Her eyes are like two stars, her lips are as a rose, 19385|The love on which she looketh is the same 19385|That is her soul's true glimmer when night she seems to close. 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 15400 ======================================== 35190|Clyde ouerne and hir bedd. 35190|A knyght, his son had hym begon . . . . 35190|Bryght knyght and a hode schyne 35190|Wede hym goth hym wode. 35190|He yode hym brayde his mynde f. 88a. 35190|and another is a dream.] 35190|Than seyd: a ffoules man, and ofte myght, 35190|To the kyng he wolde of a ffele 35190|Of a kynges word, the whiche he wolde. 35190|Than seyd: A ffetyle mylle he selynge 35190|All thy londes of hem that were nere ffre. 35190|The kyng made him take hede and werke, 35190|And made hym fforth, that he no tane 35190|He goth him a lytyng, and gan for to trete 35190|The word, and that he made hys ytell of chaunce; 35190|And toth kynge gan to fele and say: a 35190|a ffre. 35190|That is, the kyng, that is, the kyng, 35190|Bothe at prynce and at paroyne.] 35190|Of a ffree wyfe, my longe hode, 35190|With her ys he goth, and she goth a ffre, 35190|To gan to feyn and ffeald hys ytell. 35190|And seyd: This lady goth in dede: 35190|a ffre. 35190|That is, the kyng, that is, the kyng, 35190|The ffyght is won, the yle won is won, 35190|For sorow and for pypyte, 35190|The ffyght may seyn here of chaunce. 35190|a ffre. 35190|That is, the kyng, that is, the kyng, 35190|For he has togeder of a lodes. 35190|the lode.] 35190|On a ffre wych dedlyd ther was dede, 35190|This lady yode hys bowe 35190|Yt was neuer lostde with lesse care, 35190|Than she hys bowe hadde to schewe. 35190|Than ffor the lady was of ffre, 35190|Bothe eche of hem that were, 35190|For of hys dowhter was hys dede, 35190|As thogh sche hadde of hys dowhter died 35190|For his ffre womman of hys dede, 35190|And hys dede and hys dede ryot 35190|As thogh sche hadde of hys dede died 35190|For his ffre womman of hys dede. f. 88b. 35190|Lengteth to the kynges dowhter 35190|And loks his bacbener to hys bowe, 35190|To hys daughterne hem layde. 35190|a ffre.] 35190|This Lady has got her lyf in ryches 35190|And her knyghtode in werkes, 35190|And her knyghtode hath wedded 35190|His woman for to lyve al faire. 35190|To a wedded lady was sent 35190|The kynges dowhter ffor to gode. 35190|Thus was he governe of the world 35190|With his womman in grene groome. 35190|In heayn yonder wylde world 35190|That arne dayes and ben no lytell, 35190|The kynges daughter is now come 35190|To loke and lyen in hys soule ======================================== SAMPLE 15410 ======================================== 2732|But 'tis a long, long shot, 2732|That'll do for a book." 2732|I'm the man who writes "Love-in-Law" 2732|And the "Love that in Court" and "Come and Cook!" 2732|Yes, "Bella De Grace," 2732|And the "Beverly Hills, when it was Summer": 2732|My "Lazy Sunday"-Writer; 2732|My "Iris," 2732|In the shape of the sun, 2732|That I may paint "the Rose in Rosemary": 2732|If at the opera I wear my "Mirth-Tight-Weary Suit": 2732|The "Ruffles," 2732|In my "Sisters" 2732|And the same blue of their eyes: 2732|(Ah, they'd be so pretty, I've no fashion in show:) 2732|If, in my "Mixed-up School-gown," a lace "overclaude": 2732|There's the "Kiss-me-O-Laces," 2732|A-drifting 2732|About my "Bachelors" 2732|With their "gloomy stare": 2732|But I will not be gay, 2732|When the sun sinks low: 2732|So 'twas a sin for my dear, lady to go, "The Don't," 2732|O I am in earnest and I've put my task to bed, 2732|And I will not be a-gathering 2732|The mirth-motions here, 2732|For I'm very sure I should think I ought to be writing: 2732|I wrote the above the other day underneath a sheet, 2732|And now, when I sleep, I think I very much dread 2732|To see whether a thought of mine has gone round 2732|In the City Council (or, more likely still, 2732|In a paper of the Royal Family). 2732|For, if not, it sets me at liberty 2732|To join the rest of you with "Good Night" to Covent Garden!" 2732|How the others would rage! 2732|(But you mustn't-- 2732|'T will amuse me to know.) 2732|Well, it's time for me to shut up shop, so 2732|I'll go in this vein,-- 2732|I wrote a song the other day about a lady 2732|Who was the object of my fancy; 2732|She lived in an attic room 2732|Where the dead grew corn; 2732|Her children slept on her breast, 2732|While all her neighbors said 2732|That they'd never seen such a sight 2732|As they did forays each morn 2732|By the old cornrigg tilled; 2732|When the harvest was fairly done, 2732|And the crop on the tiller stood, 2732|The woman would often say, 2732|That she felt sad when she thought of those 2732|Who'd grow up like corn, 2732|And should be fed as a queen-- 2732|And the men in the parlor too. 2732|'T was a sweet sweet voice I hear, 2732|And a sweet sweet manner and manner's een 2732|Is how I'd sing her to Paradise 2732|With her young sons by her side as they play, 2732|With her fair daughters there as they pray. 2732|My sweet my Sweet-Ole-Land call, 2732|And all the rest are too slow to come; 2732|We've been a-hunting and we've been a-fishing 2732|For fifty year and didn't get this child! 2732|It was the first we caught in a barge, 2732|But then you put him on the boat, 2732|And I'm all for sending him 2732|To his childhood's land, 2732|It is the child of love and of friendship, 2732|For he's grown up like corn 2732|He's grown up like corn, 2732|And with the rest I like and like him, 2732|And I hope we shall do with him as we go! 2732|For I'm in earnest, and I've put my task to bed, 2732|I'll have no more talk of her, as some ======================================== SAMPLE 15420 ======================================== 1280|And I would never have him go! 1280|"And what makes this man an ass?" 1280|She began to cry--she had forgot-- 1280|The same old story,--And in the rain 1280|The little gulls were flying to and fro: 1280|She had forgotten, because 1280|She had been very much mistaken. 1280|And to be corrected seemed to thrill 1280|Her memory, as when 1280|You hear a child at night 1280|Who has been climbing up a tree: 1280|Her fingers felt her fingers clench, 1280|And then she saw the sun, 1280|And then she was in trouble again. 1280|As the world went on, and more and more-- 1280|And I was growing aware of the old 1280|Sudden forgetting of the things I said, 1280|And that I went and found it almost a year 1280|After we had grown so happy and pleased 1280|To be making a point that I was right, 1280|When I said that the boy had no right: 1280|And at that moment I remembered what 1280|I had thought about the mother--had thought 1280|Inevitable breaking of her heart 1280|Would make the boy her lover, and kill her, 1280|And so bring ruin on the world,--and the 1280|World should be the last of anything now. 1280|And then I had made it up. And, lo! 1280|I was right. I was right. 1280|I found myself at the very last, 1280|I looked the boy through, to see he was 1280|A man--his own son, so was I-- 1280|But it was a woman 1280|Who was his wife, and this was most absurd. 1280|I saw the thing was absurd. 1280|Oh, she was a woman, 1280|A woman of the worst. 1280|I had my doubts, and they grew. 1280|I left this woman, knowing, of course, 1280|That one should never be at peace, 1280|Or so satisfied, having lived 1280|So long a life in this strange land. 1280|I saw no man, being a man-- 1280|But I could tell my sister 1280|About a man,--so I told her I wanted to, 1280|And she was happy and said, in a way, 1280|If he was a good fellow, why, he would make 1280|A good fellow of us two, and make us happy. 1280|And the boy, for the rest of his life! 1280|And I knew that at last I had to do the thing, 1280|The thing I had been going to do 1280|Until I was made a man, 1280|Because I loved him more than life. 1280|I was not born to marry, and I knew 1280|That I was not going to be married, and 1280|That to have got married, I must go through 1280|My whole life over, and this was my reason 1280|To keep the story of my love a secret. 1280|And so I kept it that I was not quite married 1280|From my own sister that I loved, 1280|And kept it as I saw him, 1280|That I was a man, 1280|That the things I had done made him happy. 1280|But the other woman I had made wed, 1280|She thought it would be wrong for her to tell 1280|My love to another, in my heart of the night 1280|I had been so tired, and so afraid 1280|This might be the end of her, and so she saw 1280|I meant to have her be happy with me. 1280|I think she knew she was mad, 1280|But my thoughts took her from me, 1280|A man in love, I was a married woman, 1280|And this in my mind--I thought it all the time 1280|Was what she meant when I said that I preferred 1280|The love of another, and I said that I wished 1280|To be a husband no more. 1280|And so they had to part, 1280|But the other woman stood with me. 1280|I walked toward the woods without ======================================== SAMPLE 15430 ======================================== 1062|As some dark water, cold and cool, 1062|The waves have murmured through, 1062|So is it with my heart, and I am not afraid: 1062|Where, in the quiet of the noontide hour, 1062|When the sun and I are like one breath, 1062|And all the lovely green of the hill 1062|Breathes sweet, and the dew hangs chill, 1062|There does my spirit's emptiness lie 1062|Beneath the shadow of the trees. 1062|Where shall an Eden be 1062|Without these trees, these valleys, and these plains? 1062|These beeches, and these copses, 1062|These rocks, this river, and these skies? 1062|This river, by night, and by day, 1062|This hill, and this sky, this town, 1062|These rivers, and those sea-ways, and those skies, 1062|This earth, and this heaven; and not one of these a desert? 1062|O, for such God would have me think, 1062|That, in the quiet time of this June, 1062|Sometimes I have a word in reserve, 1062|An intention to say. 1062|I know not if the thing in view 1062|Be pleasing, or if it please, 1062|But, when the woods begin to sigh, 1062|And the wild winds begin to blow, 1062|Why, saying nought at all, but sighs, 1062|And then no more to say at all, 1062|I say the same by words, at least. 1062|Thus oft the summer time is used, 1062|In the long-scattered time of these 1062|Fair and pleasant days, to describe 1062|The quiet time of these. 1062|These long days, the quiet days, 1062|This summer day and that winter day, 1062|The pleasant hours of these. 1062|The night hours, like her wings, have words: 1062|And these are the calm, the quiet hours 1062|That lead me to my quiet dream, 1062|And my sweet quietude, of thee. 1062|There is a day and a night, 1062|That, like the spring's swift flight, 1062|Lingers in yonder sky; 1062|And there it is that I, 1062|Among the silent stars, 1062|Hear the whole night's starry call; 1062|And there, in the stilly room, 1062|Facing yon wavering light, 1062|Fulfilment my dreams declare. 1062|There I have peace of mind, 1062|But then is my life-long grief: 1062|The years roll on with their tide 1062|Of dark, unending care; 1062|I feel my soul grow old, 1062|And slowly decay; 1062|For, though my lips be mute, 1062|My heart is to know; 1062|And now I know (not to mock, 1062|Though hard to tell, but plain), 1062|'Tis but the word of the Lord, 1062|We are not what we were. 1062|We are not what we were: 1062|Still He, who fills our life, 1062|With life, our spirits gives; 1062|We are but chosen few 1062|Who, with his blessing, go. 1062|O Lord! to us has lied 1062|This worldly life so hard, 1062|Of its good or ill, say; 1062|O Lord! so that we must 1062|Suffer daily this; 1062|Since our Maker is a Spirit, let us do likewise! 1062|We are the chosen few 1062|Who, with his blessing, go. 1062|We are but chosen few 1062|Whom his blessing hath given: 1062|Let us win into that peace, do we, forsooth! 1062|And, while we do our duty, God, as we should have done! 1062|Behold, I pray, 1062|This my son's hand, this babes' hand, 1062|And feed them both with manna: 1062|Behold, I pray, and then behold 1062|This my brother's hand, this babes' ======================================== SAMPLE 15440 ======================================== 13650|Cried the fish to its mother fish: 13650|"I'm tired of the little wind-throat, boy! 13650|Why do you fret and cry so? 13650|Why do you fret and cry so? 13650|I'm glad I came, as my Mamma says, 13650|Because it's going to rain. 13650|"I've had my eye out already, as fast as I can, 13650|When the last cloud has gone; 13650|So there may be mud and clouds when I'm away, 13650|And the wind may be high. 13650|"The sky is clear, and the water's nice and cold," said he, 13650|"But the rain won't stop. 13650|It's getting dark, and the clouds are coming, lad, 13650|And I think I should like to run." 13650|Said he, "I don't care, if the water's cold, and the rain 13650|Comes never again." 13650|And he left us in peace, and the little wind-throat cried 13650|In the dark alone. 13650|"Oh, what fun! It's fun to play, isn't it, here, each day! 13650|When there's not a cloud in the sky, 13650|And the rain is never again. 13650|"But the rain won't stop, and the clouds will come again, 13650|And it's better than it used to be. 13650|It's good to have fun, though; and a little fun's good, lad; 13650|But it's never again." 13650|"And why do you think it's going to be any better, I wonder, 13650|When there's so little work to do, 13650|When there's not a cloud in the sky? 13650|You can always go and fetch water for the birds and the bees. 13650|If there aren't any clouds, why not use water again?" 13650|"It's pleasant," said he, "to have fun, but it isn't going to 13650|be much better, you know." 13650|So there was an end of a pretty "man" and his "man in the man"; 13650|And a little "womb" of a "son" and his "daughter"; 13650|And a child in a "child's" eyes, and a great, great "daughter"; 13650|And two little "dear" eyes and a "love's" eyes and a "love's," 13650|And a baby in a tiny bed; 13650|And a man's "work" "finished" by his "fellow," with a sigh, 13650|And a "shriek" from a "woman-fetus," 13650|And a "shriek" from the mouth of a "mans" wife; 13650|And the "man" in a fright, and the man in a fright cried: 13650|And the "fellow" in a fitful fit with a "loothewar" called, 13650|And a "shriek" from a "stiff-leg" and a "jingle" from the pate, 13650|And the baby in a fitful fit with a "coot," and a "nip," 13650|And a "laugh" from a "maiden-breast," and a "droning" from her shoe; 13650|And a man's "work" "done" by another man from a far, far away; 13650|And all these things, and a whole lot more, "were fun" to do; 13650|But I can't describe the "great joy" that is "fiddlin' 13650|out" to-day that the rain is beginning to rain!" 13650|And all the "little bits of rain" that are "fallin' " like sand. 13650|And the man with the "son's" eye, and the man with the "daughter's" eye, 13650|And the man with the "womb's" eye and the "maiden's" eye, 13650|And the little lady with the "lady's" eye and the little 13650|man with the "son's" and the "daughter's" and the little 13650|man with the "maiden's" and the littleman with the 13650|littledear's eye, and the littledear with the darndel ======================================== SAMPLE 15450 ======================================== 615|To bear the charge; they do not lack a guide. 615|Whence I that noble pair a course pursue, 615|Which, as it seemed, in this and other place 615|Did fit their steps to follow well, but well, 615|As far as they could be, from thence they took. 615|The lady's pair, their course from wood to grove, 615|In opposite directions, now essay; 615|And, by an outlet, now, now, now again; 615|But all their progress is by paths unknown, 615|As, after woe, the wretched souls are won. 615|To make the way to her, they go; but there 615|With them a bark the prudent damsel lay. 615|At anchor in the bay, the bark was lighted; 615|Her ship already had from the land; 615|And had the vessel stored and rigged and spent. 615|Here, while to sea the good ship made its way, 615|Away the other pair the vessel furled, 615|And left her in her moorings; whence they hight, 615|Within a few short hours, return their sway. 615|Aye, and nine other sailors (and at sea 615|More men than these) with many others more, 615|They make the reef, and, for the last review, 615|Take up their posts, while those on shore remain. 615|To be the first upon the coast of Spain" -- 615|"Aye, and so far forth, that I will not say 615|The last," (cried the duke), "if honour allow." 615|Hers, of these brave knights, and that other pair, 615|Who had so many of them, were marshalled on, 615|When they of their own hands had to the plain 615|Abandoned their good ship. But who is there, 615|Who hath command of that fair realm and old, 615|And by his valour has so far advanced 615|That he his foes may here with them engage? 615|Who the good faulchion, if he were the peer 615|Is in the fight, and has the favour to 615|The fight to have the charge? If not, the twain 615|Or ever he did against one contend. 615|-- They, that were foes, that never had before 615|Tried combat, now were rivals in a strife; 615|And when they turned one to the other's face 615|To combat to the death, the duke made plain, 615|That if a better knight had been to aid 615|His purpose, he himself would have become. 615|For he alone in that fell combat bred, 615|Nor that alone, but all the following three. 615|As the black steed by one the other bit, 615|Who, while its jaws the other round did wind, 615|Comes forth with sound of hoofs, and in its course 615|The other hinds among itself pursues; 615|So came the pair before the cavaliers, 615|Where their old feud by them was ended now; 615|To whom the duke, "The first course to pursue 615|Is that to bring to light the duke's and knight. 615|"But if as prince in peace some other woo, 615|Than him against all foes his name would quell. 615|Himself to conquer with this knight I swore, 615|And to his knight have proved their equal aid. 615|"But that I heremore in this combat fly, 615|And on the sea-shore or in the forest, 615|I deem not, to my sorrow, this our peer, 615|Since I have seen him in this conflict die; 615|"And that one of all the others he is, 615|(As mightiest deeds of valour be confessed), 615|And better were or worst than evermore, 615|I think I do not much prefer my own. 615|He, as a lord, is master in his art: 615|Thither he would have gone to this end, 615|Should he not rather leave the martial race 615|Of his good faulchion, or in combat face 615|The mighty champion. And, I think, so far 615|At ease would he have been, and at the war 615|To have resolved upon the strife, as best 615|He might of peace and truce have deemed the best. 615|"Besides, so good ======================================== SAMPLE 15460 ======================================== 1280|To-day, it will be good to have a quiet day and a quiet time 1280|with one's children; to-morrow it will be bad, and bad indeed 1280|to-day will be a good time. 1280|THERE are some things of which I hate to be told-- 1280|The way of a gun at sunset, the way of a woman 1280|with a soldier on her arm, and a woman singing, 1280|and a soldier coming to the door and waiting for the drink to be 1280|drained, 1280|The way of a girl with a soldier in a hurry with his arm in 1280|Your soldiers' manners are good enough, don't you know it? 1280|I could write as long as I wanted; I could write many years, 1280|and leave you with just the words, 1280|I would like to have you know that every moment you give 1280|me is a dream you will not wake. 1280|DO you love me, my dear? 1280|If you do, what boots it to be patient with me--if you 1280|will leave me all the hours 1280|Of sorrows and disappointments, of disappointments and 1280|sorrows, 1280|Pressing her cold hands to mine for the love that only 1280|she knows and loves? 1280|Can you keep out of my tears? 1280|You hold me fast, my dear. 1280|You have power to soothe my pain, 1280|And you can make me smile in any way you like. 1280|Do I love you, I ask you? 1280|I do, but not in vain. 1280|If your hands have pity on me, let your hands 1280|come nearer to my heart. 1280|Love and mercy will sweep you all 1280|together. 1280|The years of my woe 1280|Come like a wave from a sea-washed isle, 1280|Rising in my dark room. 1280|I am in the midst of them now--of them all, 1280|and I hold them in my hand. 1280|My pain is like a rose-leaf, 1280|Made invisible, but cherished. 1280|I am made beautiful by having you 1280|with me. 1280|It is the life to have you is like a flame 1280|Burning in a place where I cannot see it. 1280|It is the life to have you. 1280|THEY are walking down a street, 1280|A long, long street, 1280|That leads to the great city of life, 1280|And to the great love. 1280|They pass an open field, 1280|A field of corn; 1280|The wind goes up and the wind falls back 1280|With the corn in the ground. 1280|They come upon a man 1280|With plumes that ripple and plumes that swirl; 1280|They come upon a young-faced girl 1280|Standing beside a river of bloom. 1280|They stand before a great church, 1280|Upon a long, long aisle, 1280|And in front is a statue of Christ 1280|On a white breast and a white throat. 1280|They go into the church, 1280|And they look on a great white face, 1280|And they say, "Is this Christ yet?"-- 1280|"It is the great white face 1280|As it was yesterday, 1280|But now it is this face 1280|That is loved and feared, 1280|For it is not Christ today 1280|But Christ the great hero tomorrow." 1280|THEY are standing on the pier 1280|In Plymouth at noon, 1280|To see what the sea would do 1280|If the ships went home. 1280|And all the time the sea is going 1280|Over the leaves, 1280|And all the time the leaves go flying 1280|In the sky, and the sea, 1280|And all the time the sea is going 1280|Over the ships. 1280|And the sea looks out on the ships 1280|With a great big eye, 1280|And the sky looks out on the ships 1280|With a sky-blue brow. 1280|There is little it can do ======================================== SAMPLE 15470 ======================================== 1279|And in the mare, and down the moor, 1279|With a dozen hoofs in hame; 1279|Though I shou'd soon be a horse, I mind, 1279|An' stented my heart away, 1279|If nae laddie gi' me his hoggie, 1279|Wi' a spunk like William 's o' the Lammie, 1279|'Twas a' that made me the fause to grian, 1279|I heard, right across the Tweed, 1279|'At thou art sae sair unjust, 1279|Or, thy gude name maun still be 1279|A curse, a name profane.' 1279|'Whoe'er thou art,' replies auld Cloots, 1279|We 'll talk of this the sicht of gaurs, 1279|Then comes this worthy, noble Earl, 1279|To speak his mind on some cause; 1279|Then with his right hand clangs his bow, 1279|And sez, 'I thocht auld guid luck, 1279|Aye, aye did thocht auld guid luck! 1279|But thy heart is a curse to me, 1279|I've no like o' heartlike fellows, 1279|Nor a' my kind o' maist heart. 1279|Tho' thou hadst a' my heart, thou couldstna, 1279|As sure as two are one, belong. 1279|I wish thy heart was ane o' the lea, 1279|For I could na gie my lane to thee.' 1279|And I wish thae days o' life were gane, 1279|And my lane to keep a ladie; 1279|But aye as clangs the bow'r my barley 1279|I wish thee ne'er wi'it gowd; 1279|Lest thou lose a' thy heart's-elf for thee, 1279|And ne'er hope to gie it to me. 1279|The bard has here a specimen o' a 1279|most ingenious scheme, 1279|to make a beggar's song a gentleman's lay, 1279|and we sing his verses, 1279|Lang syne, when we were mean to ride. 1279|"Lang syne when we were mean to ride. 1279|When we were mean to ride, and drink gude ale, 1279|And sing gude songs a bit, 1279|'Lang syne when we were mean to ride. 1279|Lang syne down by the sea, 1279|We saw a man go doun; 1279|The wind blew quite as we maun, 1279|We thought it fauldy cheery, 1279|But presently it sune is gone, 1279|The wind's gane quite as we maun. 1279|The wind's gane quite as we maun, 1279|As the wind sune blew, sune blew. 1279|We thought it fauldy cheery, 1279|When it wasna fauld, fauld, fauld. 1279|We thought it fauldy cheery, 1279|Tho' it wasna fauld, fauld, fauld. 1279|Oh, the hills o' Weepkirk are a' 1279|Afffy their knooks wi' dancin' glee; 1279|And there's waur folks wha bide in the glee, 1279|And bide in the glee wi' me. 1279|There's waur folks wha bide in the glee, 1279|And we'll bide in the glee wi' thee. 1279|There 's waur folks wha bide in the glee, 1279|And we'll bide in the glee wi' me. 1279|TUNE--"Loud wi' my daddie's voice." 1279|Ye bonnie lasses, &c." 1279|The carle was a true chiel, 1279|It 's a' for Scotland; 1279|We 'll be friends and quandaries, 1279|Wi' him that loves me. 1279|In yon wide, dun glen, 1279|A man, or _alleg ======================================== SAMPLE 15480 ======================================== 19385|I am as blest as maiden, 19385|Whose father is the heather; 19385|The heather is my dreary, 19385|My fatherless auld aneath! 19385|I am as blest as maiden, 19385|Whose father is the heather! 19385|My father was an honest, 19385|Lowland farmer's son of auld or young-- 19385|He couldna gang hame to the cot-folk 19385|And woo their love o' womanhood. 19385|I hae heard that he clo'es in the glen 19385|From early morn to gloamin'-- 19385|An' ayean in his duddle-time, by the briery moorlands, 19385|He taks a dacent walk wi' me. 19385|I hae heard that auld tongue was sae sweet, 19385|In the manors o' auld Limerick; 19385|But now that I hae heard the language o' the glen-heath, 19385|Baith wild and dun, I hope, I hope! 19385|I hae heard that ony glen-lover 19385|Sair shyly by at e'en's flare, 19385|That auld tongue ere lang could he tell, 19385|Was waur than he can speak. 19385|I hae heard that when he hapens on the braes 19385|He drapes the bonnet i' the ewe-- 19385|But now that I hae heard the language o' the glen-heath, 19385|I shooope for auld tongue at last. 19385|O lang-joggin Earl! wi' thy bonny locks o' ruddy hue, 19385|Thy looks o' sportin' o' young brides! 19385|I bade frae thy gates to bid a friendly farewell, 19385|And nae words had to say. 19385|I am the dule on thy bonny face 19385|O' the pride o' my bonnie race! 19385|My bonnie bonnie bonnie mither! 19385|The dule on thy bonny face! 19385|The pride o' my bonny bonnie race! 19385|I hae no mair, my dear, I hae no mair, 19385|It 's dud frae my ain countrie; 19385|But, oh! I 'll mak a just wager, 19385|And winna leave my ain countrie. 19385|I 'll mak the lads in yon town, 19385|Wi' the lang-gestrife and muckle sang; 19385|I 'll mak the lang-gestrife and muckle sang, 19385|Of my ain countrie! 19385|I 'll mak some mony, mae, 19385|Wi' the siller and the theil, 19385|And I will make them gaun a twinkling by kin' 19385|I 'll make them gaun a twinking by kin' 19385|And I 'll gang for the Kirk to ye to see, 19385|I 'll gang for my ain countrie! 19385|Oh, there 's the countrie of men, 19385|Where bonnets are on the plain, 19385|Where dew-drops are as bright on the hillside 19385|As on the sea! 19385|Oh, there 's the countrie of men, 19385|Where bonnets are on the plain, 19385|Where dew-drops are as bright on the hillside 19385|As on the sea! 19385|And bonnie Molly o' the Cree' lodges, 19385|Is the flower o' our clan; 19385|And bonnie Molly o' the Cree' lodges, 19385|The flower o' our clan. 19385|And the bonnie brown bird he sings us an' we hear him, 19385|The bonnie black bird of his clan 19385|Sings to the blythe stars above our cabins, 19385|And we hear him, the bonnie black bird o' his clan. 19385|And he taulds upon his childhood 19385|A folk that wad hae him stan' 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 15490 ======================================== 8187|While the heart, with a passion that has not yet left, 8187|Leans forward and sings the sweet, happy strain, 8187|Which the soul of the poet, that cannot forget, 8187|Would like to be wreathing o'er the soul of his book; 8187|And, as round the brow the rosy blush is flung 8187|Of its first fruit, to the cheek it invites 8187|Its warm, warm shower while it doth tell how it 8187|Hath blushing hung 'twixt the flower and the flower. 8187|And thus 'tis the young and the old have the bliss 8187|Of the meeting, the friendship, and the rapture; 8187|And the youth and the youth's heart, at the coming, greet 8187|With such smile as could tempt the most sedate queen 8187|Of these realms of the Spirit, with all her charms, 8187|And a glow that shall never depart from her eyes! 8187|Yet we who have lived and loved while it befell 8187|In those joyous moments, and in full many a dream, 8187|When the soul was as light as a bud in the Spring, 8187|And life felt as rapturous and happy as fair-- 8187|We should feel it to our sorrow is now o'ercast 8187|By one word out of many, which we hear intone, 8187|How the love has vanished from the young and the old! 8187|And they say, in his latest Song of Death, 8187|Wake from his sleep, Death wakes in our dreams; 8187|And from the shadows we watch his awful forms 8187|In the place where they all before him slept, 8187|Where, each in his own light, in his own hour, 8187|Ascending, descending, they all must rise and be 8187|Amid the light and the breath of the West. 8187|And oft when 'tis sung among the slumbering hours, 8187|In deep-laid whispers, at times, the spirit-breath, 8187|Which, as sleep in its cold sleep is wakened all round, 8187|To the world's strife goes wakening, then trembles 8187|Like the wild echoes when Death comes and strikes again. 8187|How can it be, that, in the hearts of youth, 8187|Which now, with the first first thoughts of a world, 8187|From the first thought, with its echo, falls deep, 8187|And, when Death comes, makes us say, "Come back, come back"?-- 8187|That no man who's loved and has not gone 8187|Down the valley, over the firth, 8187|To drink the sunshine, and go free; 8187|Nor all, o'er the hill-side, to lie 8187|In the cool shade by a spring where flowers 8187|Ran fragrant under sunniest bowers; 8187|And all, without even a fear of Death, 8187|On a world which Death at all events could kill, 8187|Should make love to the grave and live for ever! 8187|"_For all things that are, and that be fickle_," 8187|"_No evil thing dwells within the mind_;" 8187|These are the accents which I hear, 8187|From the silent tomb at the end 8187|Of my journey; and I cannot but think, 8187|When Death comes to woo me in those notes, 8187|'Tis to call out with him to come eat 8187|On the grass and lie by a brook, 8187|The friend, who so much missés my side-- 8187|And this is Life and all its delights! 8187|Thus did I leave you, my youth once more, 8187|By that soft stream, that, half hidden here, 8187|Was seen by so many, for many miles; 8187|And then, in that same still spot, I knew, 8187|Where now I am lying, I but knew, 8187|As we walk, each, by the side of the stream, 8187|As we used to talk together so often, 8187|Of past days, and each one's future lot, 8187|Of all which a life might have brought--how different! 8187|Now what I can tell you must surely ======================================== SAMPLE 15500 ======================================== 17393|You might say I do not know what to do with it, 17393|Besides--the way it comes in--but I'll be careful. 17393|You see? That's what I mean. 17393|You know our little poet, 17393|So much we called him, not his name but his. 17393|We brought him home with us, and carried him 17393|And made him what he was so long a day-- 17393|Not the great life that the world was dreaming 17393|Of a hero, singing his very name, 17393|Whom we would have perished to embrace-- 17393|But a hero, only; and he sang (and _didn't_), 17393|The very song that we loved, and that's the way. 17393|You see that's his name, 17393|You see his poem--did he ever call you "Little" 17393|For his sake, or--(which was the same thing) "Merry"? 17393|Nothin'--at all; but _something_ in the background 17393|Is known as a Folio, and, by Jove, 'tis mine! 17393|Now, all the while, as I can draw a little-- 17393|(Besides I got it, and I think I could if I'd the brain to); 17393|I'm as keen to be the hero of his verse 17393|As I was his and the man himself was keen; 17393|And, if I'm not quite a hero myself, and, by God's grace, 17393|I'm not a "master of the heroic sort of verse," 17393|I'm rather put out of my little humor, and so, 17393|When the Folio is in, I'm on the same level-- 17393|'N' when the Folio's out, it's "Sixty-six, and two weeks later"!' 17393|But that's another matter--somehow, somewhere, I know 'ee, 17393|I've a new opportunity to show you. 17393|Now, once, once--for my little lover (why, even now, 17393|His eyes are wet, and his face is pale, and he stares 17393|So earnestly, and wonders if he _can_ understand: 17393|And oh, he's the one who'd understand); 17393|It's a man's life that's going, and he seems to know just how! 17393|And he'd be the first to attest, as he clings to his hope 17393|That something of himself is a-wobbling out there, 17393|That he'd be the first to come, but he's not, now and then, 17393|To the last glance of the looker-on. 17393|So, that's the chance I wanted! _This life_ (he said in a sob), 17393|Is one, or a whole, or a part of my lover's life! 17393|Well! 'Twas a poem, and I tried on _that_, but couldn't, 17393|And the rest's a jumble of words and a rhyme and nonsense. 17393|Ah, the fool that reads! and the fool that understands! [_Aside._ 17393|But he's _now_ a hero, and the man has won his battle's star! 17393|There was a poet once, and he lived in a town 17393|Where the red-hot weather caught the glittering towers 17393|Of the cathedral in the shining blue. 17393|"No"--his face was like a poppy; but he poured his will 17393|For the people all, and gave some to the poor; 17393|For the poor and wealthy there were no more foes 17393|Except the people who thought the city wrong. 17393|No matter how much he sang of the great, the true, 17393|Or how much of their toils and woes and joys, he could not 17393|Win the will, nor build it, though to start it anew 17393|With new steel pillars and a pure black-and-white sky, 17393|Was no waste of time, nor a poor return 17393|For what the cathedral had asked. 17393|The city wanted this, not he; 17393|And his song was a protest, not a call, 17393|A prayer meant neither to God nor man: 17393|"We ======================================== SAMPLE 15510 ======================================== 1304|Where'er I roam; 1304|The stars are shining here; 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess, 1304|I do confess. 1304|The dew is clinging to thy locks, &c. 1304|Oh, my love, how cold thou art! 1304|How pale and wan, 1304|How faint for being denied 1304|Thy heart's beloved guest! 1304|Yet mayest thou live for me 1304|A little longer; 1304|I care not if thou die 1304|Ere I forget thee. 1304|The stars of heaven still gleam; 1304|But far above, 1304|Their pale lumens wander; 1304|For one poor heart 1304|They scatter wide. 1304|Yet may their light be bright 1304|Unto every one; 1304|For him or her 1304|The heavens fill, 1304|Or him, the heavens keep. 1304|Though all the stars are set, 1304|If hearts but shine, 1304|And hope, and faith 1304|And sweetest love 1304|Alone redeeme 1304|Thy captives long: 1304|There 's many a shining one, 1304|From far or near, 1304|To set his fire 1304|Within thy frame. 1304|The stars have shone above thee, 1304|That star of thine, 1304|And loved thee well, and gav thee 1304|Good succours ere. 1304|But now thy light has died, 1304|For their sweet beams 1304|No longer sweet their beams 1304|But sad, and cold; 1304|No longer bright thy face 1304|Of heavenly beams; 1304|For they are dimm'd, 1304|Even the brightest ones, alas! 1304|By those who shine. 1304|My heart will be like the dew, 1304|My blood like to the stars, 1304|My breath like the summer air 1304|My thoughts like to the flowers, 1304|My life like the earth to man, 1304|And like to death, 1304|All sweet together: 1304|Thus will I live my days 1304|Death never com: 1304|Thus will I die my days, 1304|And Death, beloved Death! 1304|I am in the grave, I have lived, I have felt, I know: 1304|And all my thoughts are buried in earth, and made fast in air. 1304|I have been a man, I have been a young man, yet not the same, 1304|I have been a woman, I have been a maid, yet not the same, 1304|I have been the lover's rival, and the rival of my heart; 1304|I have been a slave, I have been a priest, yet not the same, 1304|I have been a worshiper, and what I have done, or dared to do, 1304|Is the thing I hate, and what I hate, the thing I hate alone. 1304|I have beheld in the grave the soul, the soul of my youth, 1304|I have heard in the grave the voice of my manhood and hope, 1304|Now I look on the man in the grave, but what is he? He bleeds. 1304|And all for the pride of my youth that could not live again; 1304|And all for the faith that I held that could not be denied, 1304|And all for the faith that I held, and knew that I held; 1304|I have set my foot on his life: and what do I? He dies. 1304|And all for the light of my hopes that had such a blaze for a flame. 1304|He walked on the heights and was crushed; and I thought it was fun. 1304|I have been a man; I have been a young man. Yet not the same. 1304|I was the thing I sought, the thing I followed, the thing I loved, 1304|Yet I was the thing I feared, the thing I hated, the thing I hated; 1304|I have been a slave. I have been a priest. Yet not the same; ======================================== SAMPLE 15520 ======================================== 937|And a little one 937|Telling what we all should be 937|To the world, if ever, 937|So if I could tell, 937|You would hear, 937|And that little little voice is yours. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|Our hearts grow old away, 937|The years go by with not a joy 937|In every heart of them. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|The hearts grow strong, and new. 937|Our hearts will not deny 937|The hope that they must share 937|With life they know so well, in this fair world so fair. 937|How much of life is ours, each on each, 937|Before we seek mortality! 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|The heart in us grows old, and old; 937|The heart, like the heart of the blue-bird, sings in vain 937|When the wings are gone of the sun. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|And our lives go on to build; 937|Our hearts beat high when the world grows old, 937|And hearts go out when the dawn is dim. 937|The earth is not all barren, 937|We can hold no more the old, 937|And from old ages the old ages we must pass; 937|And not a man shall be left, 937|But like a flower that is plucked and buried -- "Let them be." 937|How little the world meant for me. 937|The little things the great world put in, 937|The little hearts that were broken, 937|The little hopes that were dashed and hid, 937|The little hopes that in fear were told, 937|The little hopes to which the great world gave -- 937|How little the world meant for me. 937|And the old earth felt the weight in him 937|That was hers, in a time when none were near, 937|And cried to those that she knew and cared for, 937|And all the world was there to answer her. 937|And then the sun went out and the stars went out 937|And the stars did not hear the calling; 937|And the world -- no more -- did not answer the cry; 937|But still the sun went out and the stars went out. 937|The earth is not all barren." 937|But in the heart of the old earth we hear her call, 937|The little voice that has lived all her years. 937|The old earth cried when the stars were parted, 937|And every day her cry she speaks. 937|I am glad that I was made. I will make my peace 937|With all things that you have given by a secret place; 937|I will be true to you in my years, and give in all. 937|And I have no thoughts, to stir a heart to sorrow, 937|Not for my own self, but for our children. 937|I go to my grave as a man who was old, 937|And my face is in the grave of a little child. 937|The grave of the little one is in a nest, 937|The grave of the little one is in a bed; 937|O God above! let this child that is sitting 937|By her mother's grave be a mother to me! 937|"Who was it played with me so sweetly?" 937|"No child ever was so dear to me 937|But sometimes I could tell why, 937|By his bright eyes, 937|He had suffered wrong, 937|Being made so small and strange." 937|"Who was it played with you so freely?" 937|"I play with him so freely, 937|He will play with us no more; 937|But if I play not with him, 937|He will see my heart-ears bleed." 937|"Who will carry me where?" 937|"I would be carried by the Spirit." 937|"Who was it kiss'd you so kindly?" 937|"No child is so dear to me 937|That he is free to move about 937|And kiss me as I go along 937|With ======================================== SAMPLE 15530 ======================================== 1469|Searched the fields all desolate, 1469|Ran the forest as he told: 1469|Ran for many a league and less, 1469|Last in all that he had watched and hoped 1469|To meet the old beloved: 1469|Lifted his eyes at last: they 1469|Fell undimmed, and a sweet smile 1469|Peered her cheek as his soul did not know 1469|But he knew it was she. 1469|Through the old-fashioned doors they passed 1469|In a quiet, pleasant room, 1469|Where an oaken portal's bar 1469|Seemed to bear the house up; 1469|And they stood before her throne 1469|Where the last door parted, grim, 1469|Old, familiar, and desolate, 1469|As in yesterday's grief. 1469|And, while he sate, his heart 1469|Seized for her white lips kissed 1469|And her white round face, all young, 1469|Slept, not in terror or woe. 1469|And the tears did fall, as he heard 1469|Her heart's great soul call: 1469|"O my love, O love, for God's sake, 1469|Leave me not in this night!" 1469|All unbidden, he heard 1469|The ancient hinges groan: 1469|"O my love, O love, I thank 1469|The Father that I hear 1469|The old footsteps coming up the stair; 1469|I thank Thee for the sweet breath of this night, 1469|For my heart's white star of light!" 1469|Then the doors opened softly, 1469|And he saw the old gentleman 1469|Pass by with mild and flattering smile, 1469|Filling his old gray eyes with light, 1469|And with thanks, and with love. 1469|Then he raised high his glass; 1469|"I do beseech," he said, 1469|"That thou wouldst come to my child so fair, 1469|And kiss her lips and little feet, 1469|And take from her thy heart's delight, 1469|And let not any a whit 1469|Dare to interpose between 1469|The great love in her small one heart, 1469|Which would still be loved and still 1469|With constant beatings of the same 1469|Joy-bells all day, and all night 1469|Rubbing them upon the same." 1469|And the young maid smiled; 1469|And softly, softly, from a corner 1469|Came the whispering of great things, 1469|And they touched his father's words, 1469|Which in his heart he bore as true, 1469|As the winds in the tall trees, 1469|And his own heart evermore 1469|Heard, with the voice of his own child. 1469|Then the door was opened wide; 1469|And the old father went before 1469|Straight to the daughter, sweet and fair, 1469|With a smile on her lips all day. 1469|Then with a gentle touch 1469|He touched her hand, and she replied 1469|With that same, voice that would be proud, 1469|Which she had heard the night before 1469|From the child's young, sweet lips. 1469|When the sun goes up and the nightingale sings, 1469|And wild birds a-singing in a disused tree - 1469|I sit within a garden old and grey, 1469|Whence I 've heard that story oft and oft. 1469|How the young Rose, that we hailed as Queen, 1469|In the pride of all that is fair was laid. 1469|How the young Queen, that soon must go, 1469|To the far East must make her homeward way; - 1469|I sit here in the twilight dim, 1469|And make my merry singing. 1469|How oft in that old garden we had met, 1469|And each said, in our hearts, how fair she was! 1469|How we had sat in the shadows long, 1469|We knew not until the moon rose free, 1469|With them to greet her coming, all alone. 1469|And each said, as we watched the moon's ======================================== SAMPLE 15540 ======================================== 24869|And all the Vánars’ noble offspring. 24869|The mighty host of giant race, 24869|By Indra led, in battle grew, 24869|By Lord Bharat led their legions, 24869|And all the hosts of Vánar race 24869|In mighty array came thronging. 24869|In all the ranks, by Rávaṇ led, 24869|The mighty giant legions lay, 24869|And every vulture in the rout 24869|Shouting with wings uprisen. 24869|Then, in his awful dread to die, 24869|To Daśaratha thus he spake: 24869|“The Rákshas host and my own, 24869|To me, a faithful friend, belong. 24869|I in the fight thy orders hear, 24869|And to thee I give them up.” 24869|The king with joy his answer won 24869|Of that truthful speech and brave: 24869|And thus again the hero said: 24869|“Come, Bharat, to thy sire attend.” 24869|Bharat, the sonless, with his eyes 24869|Veiling his tears, arose 24869|And from his royal host addressed, 24869|And, all the sons of Raghu gathered, 24869|To Ráma thus his speech addressed: 24869|“O King, the hosts of giant kind 24869|Who round the forest roam, 24869|As we these Vánars fight, 24869|In this right hand my cause defend— 24869|No Vánar dared this deed assail. 24869|I, champion high in virtue’s line, 24869|A lofty soul, and princely frame, 24869|Was borne unharmed from fight, nor slain 24869|By sword or spear that pierced him through. 24869|The fight, I ween, was fought with means 24869|By Ráma, for his brother’s sake. 24869|The hero Raghu’s son has sought 24869|Obedience to earn.” 24869|With reverent acts and mien austere, 24869|As Indra’s promise seemed fulfilled, 24869|To Ráma thus his answer made, 24869|Of mighty strength in battle bent: 24869|“O Rákshas lord, thy brother still, 24869|My mother, with whom now thou standest, 24869|To Rávaṇ’s might in fight I bend: 24869|Hither of yore a glorious day 24869|His arm a captive took and broke.” 24869|His brother to the woods was doomed, 24869|Obedient to the king he bent: 24869|The hero’s power, with warrior care 24869|Had smitten him and saved him yet. 24869|Then Ráma ceased: the monarch heard, 24869|And thus with modest mildness spoke: 24869|“King of the giants, all the power 24869|Which, kinglike, thou hast in thy hand, 24869|And mighty friends, I fain would own: 24869|With him the wretch on whom I look, 24869|Vibhishaṇ and the princely pair. 24869|For other names I ne’er would bring, 24869|But all in me is eager speed, 24869|For this, my father’s son, I frame 24869|The name by which I hold him dear.” 24869|Thus Rávaṇ spake, whom Daśaratha viewed 24869|With scorn and derision, and in mockery grinned: 24869|Then in the hall of Rávaṇ bent, 24869|He turned and with his eye each on each hied: 24869|“Go, Raghu’s son, go forth to fight 24869|And slay my Vánar foes and foes! 24869|For the great foe, I ween, I know, 24869|I am his master: for his sake 24869|My son has borne, and made a spoil 24869|Of this fair wood on the mountain side.” 24869|Lord of a mighty host he stood 24869|Like Indra as he hailed the foe, 24869|And as he turned him to ======================================== SAMPLE 15550 ======================================== 4010|To him I owed so true a debt, 4010|Nor knew his loss a thing amiss, 4010|Though death should part him from a friend: 4010|And had he lived in happier days, 4010|His friend--his hero--could have told 4010|How he had bled for me, yet free, 4010|Though in this world I toil alone! 4010|I would, Sir, the story learnt thee, 4010|Whose father and his sire were one, 4010|And both, when early faced the morn, 4010|Had slain one another with a spear! 4010|The story learned thou may'st thyself 4010|When thou, Sir, with me shall go, 4010|And by my side unbroken rest 4010|Confronted fate, and life, and death. 4010|And thou dost love me, Sir, true-- 4010|How may this blessing come alway 4010|To souls of men who can't well tell? 4010|Thy heart is warm and strong; 4010|And I the fault would chide, 4010|If 'twere my heart that ever found 4010|This world too hard for me. 4010|Away, then, and, Lord, aloft, 4010|Thou'lt give the life we boast: 4010|Thy heart shall be a rock 4010|Beneath our mountain-bed, 4010|Where the lone winds break through, 4010|And in their unrest 4010|Hang the long lines of cloud. 4010|Away, then--away, 4010|With thy golden hair unbound, 4010|And thy brow of Scottish snow - 4010|Thou canst be dear--'tis true, 4010|As the world doth now; 4010|And the man whose heart is broke, 4010|Who never will receive 4010|A thought of that by day 4010|Or a hope through the dark, 4010|As it seems to thee, 4010|Will be happy and true 4010|And all for ever alone!" 4010|Away, then, my life and limb! 4010|Nor e'er for joy be mine, 4010|If for a day's sweet delight 4010|Thou'lt look on earth and sun 4010|And not on heaven! 4010|We know what ails thee, fair child, 4010|But cannot tell, 4010|Wherefore thou so hast, 4010|Unless upon life's thorny way, 4010|Thou know'st this grace, 4010|This love, which, when it bends in thee, 4010|The spirit's power, 4010|Makes every heart to love thee more, 4010|Nor ever grows old while we love... 4010|I do not know; 4010|Nor did the angel's lips, 4010|If such their love be, 4010|Give a promise so divine 4010|As thy good-morrow knows; 4010|O, speak not to me of love, 4010|That is not here; 4010|'Tis the heart, 'tis Heaven's best gift, 4010|'Tis all the charm of love in earth; 4010|And love is love, without guile, 4010|And God is love, the all-controlling source 4010|Of all that's good and fair in human lot. 4010|But, though thou see no angel now, 4010|But, like a godfall's blighted bloom, 4010|Dost know each sorrow, good and ill, 4010|As the sad heart does of a God; 4010|And though no prayer of thine can move 4010|To pity, be this as we dare 4010|To think--that thou hast seen, 4010|As once thou saw'st us two, 4010|Some cause of awe in pity's eye. 4010|All earthly power of man's decrees 4010|And pomp and majesty o'erthrown, 4010|Though but of earth, is earth, when God's more near. 4010|For me, I love to linger where 4010|The lank night-wind, as it bends around, 4010|Beguiles the shaggy cliffs, and broods 4010|With spectral love ======================================== SAMPLE 15560 ======================================== 1855|For a moment I had wished 1855|It might last, 1855|And that, 'twixt the soul's desire 1855|And a mortal man's, 1855|One soul were in heaven, 1855|One grave in hell! [_Awakening, opening their eyes to the sight of 1855|Gone is Sophy, 1855|Gone her soul from earth, 1855|Gone her heart from her soul! 1855|No more the songs of Sophy 1855|From the night-air swoon; 1855|No more may words of Sophy 1855|Tremble on lips that weary 1855|For the moon-rise. 1855|But I know, since she has left us, 1855|That the souls of Sophy 1855|Stay in heaven above us; 1855|Still as in life they linger 1855|On the wings of angels 1855|Still as in death they languish, 1855|Still as angels do. 1855|Sophy has come again: 1855|Come to her, O Lord, 1855|Lift the wan lips of Sophy, 1855|Bring Thy rose-embroidered vestment, 1855|Make her eyes more beautiful, 1855|Make her lips more beautiful, 1855|That the soul of Sophy 1855|Hang on them in heaven. 1855|Grave it there the stars shall shine 1855|Through the mist that round it spreads; 1855|Grave it the blue light and shadow, 1855|For our hearts that wait thee night and morning; 1855|That the soul o'er graves of friends may lean 1855|Aware of others' hands that have been kind, 1855|And the hearts that have been loved of old 1855|Hush, for thou art come again! 1855|Mingle thy hair, if thou wilt, 1855|With the locks of angels grey; 1855|Take on thee Thy great angelry, 1855|To bind up love's broken necklace, 1855|And be, O my Sophy, near! 1855|Here, and elsewhere, in all the lands, of our poor house, 1855|Where are all the songs and all the stories fair of old? 1855|All forgotten, all departing, all from our sight; 1855|And we ask, with a longing, a longing too for the while, 1855|That they, the tender ones, might sing still to us and us 1855|Beacons for the soul of Sophy, 1855|Bright to us in all her wanderings, 1855|Beacons of joy from the light of her eyes, 1855|And beacons of warning from the light of her lips, 1855|And beacons of love for all mankind everywhere, 1855|As the gentle song of a gentle bird is for the heart of the wise. 1855|Come, with thy Sannyas and thy mantras of hymns, 1855|Songs of the Holy Ghost, that were sung of old 1855|When the holy fathers sang 1855|To her from her chamber of the stars, 1855|Songs of the Holy Ghost, 1855|When she from her throne in heaven, 1855|And her throne in heaven, 1855|Sang as she heard the Angels sing, 1855|The Song Divine 1855|To the Holy Virgin Mary sent 1855|In her presence from her father's throne, 1855|"Come, with thy Sannyas and thy mantras of hymns, 1855|Hymns of the Holy Ghost, that were sung 1855|When the wise men of Paradise sang, 1855|When of old the blessed Mother sang, 1855|Songs of the Holy Ghost, 1855|When she from her throne in heaven, 1855|And her throne in heaven, 1855|Sang as she heard the angels sing, 1855|The Song Divine 1855|To the sacred spirit of the saints; 1855|Thy sombre songs shall pass away! 1855|The water-bright, unbroken line 1855|Of the golden sun shall pass away; 1855|The sea shall cease to roar and fret, 1855|Shall melt and be at rest, 1855|Shall be a calm and gentle sea, 1855| ======================================== SAMPLE 15570 ======================================== 35402|And now I see a song 35402|With voice that I used to know 35402|In the sweet time of my singing. 35402|That old song as it sings 35402|Like some one who lives again, 35402|But my heart used to sing to it. 35402|I saw the long train pass 35402|On the hill and the field and the river, 35402|The lights of the town lay long and low; 35402|I saw the grey river pass; 35402|I saw the stars that leap on the sky 35402|And the white hands of heaven. 35402|I saw two eyes and two lips of love, 35402|Two eyes that held and I, 35402|Two hands that held and made me more fair, 35402|Two sweet lips to kiss for an hour. 35402|And I turned and went in the house that's out there, 35402|And kissed the white walls and the wooden floors, 35402|And the door that's shut against the wind 35402|And the doors that are bolted on all those hinges. 35402|Then I said to the little man beside, 35402|I said, "It is good you are come back; 35402|Here is bread and vinegar. Now, tell me, tell, 35402|Who are you, and where are you going?" 35402|The little man said in his hollow tongue, 35402|"I am going to be a man. 35402|"And you shall be the Queen of the country round. 35402|And the river of blood shall be your wine. 35402|And when you go over hill and hollow, 35402|And when you go over field and lea, 35402|"And when I have told you all the story, 35402|It will take you very long to know it." 35402|So it was long ago; and men say it was, 35402|So the eyes and the mouth, the eyes and mouth, 35402|The long train and the bridge, the long train and the river, 35402|The long train and the river, and the river; 35402|And the little man still says it. It will take him a long time 35402|To tell the story of the long train and river, 35402|The long train and the bridge, the long train and the river, 35402|The long train and the river, and the river, and the river. 35402|They have brought me bread and wine; and yet now I am glad, 35402|I who am glad, even as if the great sun shone on me. 35402|Now I lie beneath the trees in the garden, 35402|And let the rain fall through the branches of the tree. 35402|I feel the grasshoppers buzzing below me; 35402|They change their tune in the change of the breeze, 35402|They change the rhythm that comes to their nest; 35402|And now a little voice that is music to me, 35402|Policemen are running about the city; 35402|They have brought me bread and wine and my song is done. 35402|It will now have done. It had grown like a wine 35402|Upon my lips since the first time that I sang; 35402|And still my throat was dry and yet I could drink 35402|As if no band was ever tuned upon me. 35402|I see the great town's doors and gates and towers, 35402|And see the white house upon the hilltop. 35402|I leave the old church and go with the others. 35402|And down I sit with children in the cold; 35402|They laugh and sing and whistle and make noise, 35402|As though some great bird had gone away. 35402|And at night I cry for the child that was born: 35402|"Mother, Mother, Mother!" my heart is full of fear; 35402|And they say: "He is God's child; he shall be good." 35402|Then I know that the children are laughing so, 35402|And the children's voices go like music in mine ears. 35402|The stars are shining, and it is the morn. 35402|The stars are shining on the earth of spring, 35402|And the wild bees hum among the wheat and clover 35402|And fill the earth with sound of their small talk; 35402|And a little child goes to kiss the sun. 35402 ======================================== SAMPLE 15580 ======================================== 4331|I will not weep because you are gone 4331|And I must never see you more. 4331|I will not weep for you; not for you 4331|Have I known days and nights of care, 4331|The little blind days and nights that weep. 4331|I will not weep because you are dead, 4331|I cannot weep for you, dear loved one; 4331|For some day I may forget your hair, 4331|Drip from the tip of one white ring. 4331|I know you shall return, 4331|When spring comes back once more, 4331|To tell me all about it... 4331|How all the earth is beautiful. 4331|In the dark house 4331|They are waiting you 4331|Behind the curtains for you. 4331|If I could draw you 4331|Into a dream, 4331|Like the old times, 4331|I could tell you a tale. 4331|So with my pen I will write, 4331|When you come! 4331|Under the stars 4331|You must lie where I am sitting. 4331|But you cannot see me 4331|While you rest and while I pray. 4331|I am dying-- 4331|You know how glad I am. 4331|So if you come not, 4331|I shall remember 4331|You and your beautiful face. 4331|A little black thing in a lane of green, 4331|Whose cheeks are beaded with dewdrops 4331|And all the yellow of dusk on dusk 4331|That flickers in with the fading rays. 4331|Its feet are white as the fresh-turned earth, 4331|Its nose is blue as a summer sky, 4331|Its eyes are like two flaming stars 4331|Drawn black on a rosy sky. 4331|I know not whether it be wit or will 4331|That has come home with it from heaven - 4331|I only know that it is good. 4331|The little black thing in a lane of green 4331|Lies still and immobile 4331|And never seems to dream 4331|That its soul, once dear, is a part of mine. 4331|How beautiful it is, 4331|With a naked flower in its hand, 4331|And a bare foot on a bare flower stalk 4331|And a heart unbidden, 4331|And a soul unhidden 4331|That loves with a wild heart 4331|Only to have you smile. 4331|Under the blossoms 4331|And the dewdrops 4331|With their fragrant wings spread open, 4331|How beautiful it is! 4331|Blown, like a flower, 4331|By the breeze of summer, 4331|In the scent of the blossoms. 4331|How beautiful it is, 4331|With a naked flower in its hand 4331|And a bare foot on a bare flower stalk, 4331|And a heart unbidden, 4331|And a soul unhidden 4331|That loves you too well for fear. 4331|How lovely it is in the dusk that lies 4331|Between tall poplars looking over the sea 4331|At houses in the town, 4331|In the silence between the low winds that blow 4331|Like a flock of frightened pigeons by the air 4331|And whisper, "Let us fly" 4331|And the house is full of shadows, 4331|Dark shadows of home, 4331|And over the house the shadows move like dreams 4331|And every one has his secret thing to say. 4331|Under the blossoms 4331|Is a little black thing that laughs and sings - 4331|It is the barefoot child 4331|And we hear the voice 4331|Of all that were and are and shall be: 4331|And we know 4331|The secret of its eyes 4331|And the secret of its feet. 4331|How beautiful it is, 4331|Lonely and frail as a flower is she, 4331|Unconscious and sweet, 4331|And folded like a bird 4331|In the wind of the sunlight. 4331|She was a little leaf 4331|Playing like a rose 4331|When men came from the east, 4331|With ======================================== SAMPLE 15590 ======================================== 15553|In the light of morning, 15553|The sky is gray and misty, 15553|And the winds their voices haunt; 15553|The earth's dark womb is moaning, 15553|And the heart of woman 15553|Grieves in the pang of pain. 15553|Why should all earth's griefs be sighing? 15553|Why should man's anguish swell? 15553|The sunbeams wander o'er the grove, 15553|Or seek to reach the flower. 15553|A little breeze, a little spray, 15553|A little smile, a little word,-- 15553|A little thing a mother feels, 15553|And dreams she cannot bring him home. 15553|All day the summer noon 15553|Keeps pattering on the tree-top, 15553|And from the breeze it sobs, 15553|And then the china pansies spring 15553|By the pool, in every flower. 15553|'Tis the hour of sun, and moonrise, 15553|And the air is still and bright, 15553|While the shadows dance on the wall, 15553|And the children's laughter rings. 15553|In our childhood's day so sweet 15553|The world was here, the world was there: 15553|The sun shone down in flush and flush of gold, 15553|And in the clouds the stars did burn; 15553|The moon went round in her sky-scratching sphere, 15553|And the air was warm with her perfume. 15553|In our childhood's day so pure and cool, 15553|The earth, like a living flower, grew here; 15553|From the roots of every tree did she spread, 15553|And bathed the new-slipped stones in dew; 15553|The sky was sharp with the gleam and glow 15553|Of her bright little bow, as if she plumed 15553|It with her breasts and hung in rows, 15553|Or seemed to wing her way with the move 15553|Her silver skirts on the moonbeams there, 15553|That hung in line upon her gown. 15553|In our childhood's day so clear and mild 15553|The winds in the stilly night played; 15553|The moon did hide her face with cloudy hair 15553|When all the world was still to see; 15553|All was silent as a sleep complete, 15553|Save the infant's laughter, clear and shrill, 15553|That thrilled the world with its music shrill. 15553|In our childhood's day so happy and true, 15553|O, heaven! we have left the world to see; 15553|This world is but a cradle for the soul; 15553|We have but to cradle it here! 15553|Here was the place to lead the little life; 15553|And here they quelled the world with power and pride; 15553|Here were its springs, not streets, they traced with pride, 15553|And now their glory, but only grand, 15553|For the first time through the cloudy day 15553|Was seen, in all its glory, starry eve; 15553|And, by the light of heaven's clear sky, 15553|The little town was in the ocean dim, 15553|And still, behind it, the great moon lay, 15553|Or, at some distance, in the sky 15553|With her golden torch to the moon, 15553|She made a scar, as if she were flying. 15553|And, overhead, the nightingale 15553|Was singing aloud to where she stood; 15553|And the moon, above her, made a dark 15553|And shadowed cloud, that o'ershadowed all, 15553|And made that shadow all her own. 15553|And through the shadow, in that sweet 15553|Unbroken vision, the moon's white beam 15553|Was seen to flash, with all her starry fame, 15553|So full, so radiant, and so great, 15553|That the very earth made way. 15553|The little town was all aglow; 15553|There lay the water, shining far 15553|Like the red sun on a sea of gold. 15553|And o'er the water, like a throne, 15553|Lay the proud houses, like a king, 15553 ======================================== SAMPLE 15600 ======================================== 4331|I have loved the light of your star-sown hours 4331|And the moon's moonlight over the sea. 4331|A little green rose that's half asleep on the hearth, 4331|A little green rose that knows no other sun 4331|But the sun, 4331|A little green rose that's half asleep 4331|On the hearth. 4331|The lark knows no day and no number of days, 4331|And no one knows where that is nor why he goes 4331|When the sun in heaven has set. 4331|His feet are on the windy hills and far away, 4331|His heart is out beyond the gates of dream; 4331|But he listens not, but waits with one great joyful cry 4331|For the dawn. 4331|I love him, and his love I never can prove: 4331|I know it only as the love of a little thing, 4331|But I love him, Lord, for his sake I cannot tame - 4331|For he is of the little things. 4331|If I only knew... 4331|If I only knew 4331|How the roses grow, 4331|How the larkspur and the pink 4331|And the lily and the gray 4331|Smell to the wandering bee. 4331|I would sit by the burning wire 4331|And let the sparks run out 4331|Like an incense from the gods of old 4331|And take my wings and fly away. 4331|I would sit by the wire, and wait 4331|Until the wire should go 4331|To the place where flame is dead 4331|And nothing more is left. 4331|I would lie by the wire, alone 4331|And watch the tall grass swing 4331|And the red and the white and blue 4331|And the warm wind swing after me. 4331|I should sleep and watch nothing more - 4331|Only the wire that swings and swings 4331|And the wind and watches and stays 4331|And looks before and after me. 4331|The water is sweet and the flowers are glad and the grass grows green 4331|and the wind runs over it. 4331|For it's in Autumn and the leaves are falling 4331|and little winds are blowing. 4331|The water is sweet and the leaves are bright and the grass grow 4331|and the wind goes over it. 4331|O, what's the use of all this trying 4331|to be great? 4331|You can't any joy have 4331|And the days you spend all the day crying 4331|and waiting 4331|Are not worth the trouble 4331|Of trying somehow to be me 4331|and you. 4331|I will sit by the stream 4331|And think on the green grass and the bird above, 4331|And the trees 4331|Will talk to me through their branches, 4331|And the birds will sing. 4331|It's a little field where the little flowers make beds 4331|and the little winds are blowing. 4331|It's a little field where the little fields are growing, 4331|and the little flowers build. 4331|The soft light falls 4331|on the little grass blades 4331|And over the lonesome sun 4331|They make little beds of glory 4331|to rest in when the day is done. 4331|Little things live in them, 4331|and their faces are seen and heard, 4331|Little dreams are in their heart, 4331|and their little lives are fair. 4331|They are nothing to us 4331|whom they love so well. 4331|They can't die 4331|and go away 4331|With the fading earth 4331|that they love so well. 4331|They are only alive for a little hour at most, 4331|But we know that life has another hour for all things, 4331|And the little things are always waiting to greet us 4331|with little glad kisses 4331|And we know they are waiting. 4331|The grasses dance like spindrift in a sea of silver, 4331|They are very light and sing very sweetly - 4331|They are the birds of the world of the spring. 4331|The wind-light dances with the silver grass ======================================== SAMPLE 15610 ======================================== 937|As the world before the wind had 937|Hid from men's eyes 937|The great sea's golden gates, 937|The green-leaved banks 937|Washed by the river's stream, 937|The greenwood's beck 937|As the waves of foam 937|Stir with the music of the sea -- 937|As the ocean's sound -- 937|Were mingled so ... 937|The waters rippled 937|Athwart the sky 937|That echoed, while day 937|With waves of glory rolled; 937|And, like the clouds of the sea, 937|The sunset rose 937|Above the glory of the sea. 937|Ah, then what marvel 937|That in our young day, 937|When earth was young with the birth 937|Of manhood's feet, 937|When in the heavens the heavens were rolled 937|Saddled with God's wings, 937|When in the great sea's broad, 937|Spirits of God, as in a dream, 937|And the world's star-dust 937|Was tossed upon a tide of woe, 937|And the sun and the night were aflame, 937|And the ocean's voice -- 937|Its song was a trumpet to us then -- 937|Bore to the world's throat 937|The message of its song -- 937|Its hope was the wind's heart -- 937|Its joy was the bounding sea's wave -- 937|Its love was the light 937|Of sun and sea 937|Whose words the sea heard then 937|As the stars' music then 937|Bore to the world's throat 937|The message of its song -- 937|O wind of the tropic sea, 937|With the wild, wild song of your heart, 937|Proud to hear, 937|You bore a word to us then 937|The message of your song -- 937|The sea-bird bore your message to us then, 937|And we heard it, 937|In its wild, wild song, 937|Your mighty voice 937|Was heard in the wind's wild heart, 937|And its voice of wind, 937|As the ocean's song, by the sea-shore, 937|By the sunset, 937|Was heard in the voice of the wind, 937|As the notes of the winds that in swell 937|Our souls heard as in a dream, 937|As the storms' words at night 937|When the tide flows in, 937|It is the voice of the sea, 937|The voice of the skies 937|Walking at night in the land's vast space, 937|Whispering, with eyes bent low 937|Down on sea-waves' gray waves, 937|The word of the sea -- the sea-bird's message to us then -- 937|Wave, wave, wave your voice in praise of the sea 937|As the stars, and as the light 937|Of the sun; 937|But, wave, wave your voice in praise of the sea, 937|Thoughts of the sea, 937|As the blue as the bright, wide heaven in the sea; 937|As the deep as the deeps as the deep; 937|Thoughts to the deep 937|Of the sea-bird in the deeps of the deep 937|Whisp'ring of the world; 937|But, wave, wave your voice in praise of the sea, 937|As stars, in the bright blue skies, 937|While the stars are the eyes of the night, 937|And the eyes of the night are the sea-birds' song! 937|We love the sea! 937|Heaven is so kind! 937|No matter where we go, 937|God let fall on his hand 937|One sweet, fresh drop each day 937|Of this, our mother's prayer -- 937|The water that falls in the sea, 937|The water that falls in the sea, 937|We love the sea! 937|We love the sea, 937|We love the sea! 937 ======================================== SAMPLE 15620 ======================================== 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|Oh, what care we how it fa'! 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|And the lass wi' the ewe o' the kye! 1279|Oh, what care we how or why! 1279|We're gane out o' door in a trice, 1279|And the lass wi' the ewe o' the kye! 1279|The cow that bit Mongsdumph! 1279|Was mair sabb'd than the ha' 1279|As he slept beyond compare. 1279|And the hound that bit Mongsdumph! 1279|Was blythe and hair than a bee, 1279|As he slept beyond compare. 1279|He was a good little fell, 1279|A bonnie wee feller, 1279|And a blithe and bonny wee fell, 1279|And a ragin' wee feller. 1279|Sae tow ae ice, and sae blythe, 1279|As a father as holy, 1279|As sae far, as the world can bore, 1279|A staur pipe to the fa'en. 1279|Oh, the hills are so bonnie and ha' 1279|Gars downy ag'gin and fechtin; 1279|Gars stappin wi' the scriechin' o' e'en, 1279|And the blae blae bogle wi' a' the leechin' and pellin' 1279|The hills o' Garnering! 1279|The hills o' Garnering! 1279|I'm sure I lo'e the hills o' Garnering, 1279|The hills o' the glens so bonnie, 1279|The hills o' the brooms, the hills o' the foamin', 1279|The hills o' the hazels. 1279|I was sae begie bardin', 1279|Gin e'er we were mair than fellows, 1279|I was sae begie bardin', 1279|I wadna gang on a dare o' threshin', 1279|Lang drowned or lang drowned. 1279|Ae or twae auld Scot sonsie sonsie sons, 1279|Auld Bessie, and bonnie Belle, 1279|Ye wadna ken their names had I trow'd, 1279|Had I trow'd the same-- 1279|I'd gang them abune o' Morbleoo, 1279|Auld Bessy and my sweet young Belle. 1279|In the mools ye wadna ken their names were-- 1279|I could na think ye'd miss them; 1279|Yet here ye wadna ken their names as written-- 1279|E'en that's my name. 1279|I am a mighty conqueror, 1279|I pu'd the giant to shrink; 1279|Giant he grew but half afraid, 1279|And niest his head I threw. 1279|He hurled his head wi' thee to-day, 1279|A braw new goun apron, 1279|Sae he's fash o' kail-yards two, 1279|A beggarly seder. 1279|He gae'd frae a hald wi' bawbees, 1279|Tha's ane that's far awa; 1279|Sae then he built a waboon, 1279|To bide him at the back. 1279|He tirl'd me down to ghaist the pit, 1279|He took his mither on me; 1279|Sae as they came to the gate, 1279|Sae he's fash o' kail-yards two, 1279|A beggarly seder. 1279|I'se a mighty princess, 1279|A princess o' a clo'es; 1279|But I'm gaun to the princesses, 1279|And they gae their hearts to me. 1279|I'm dancit, I'm gude, I'se baith bonnie, 1279|I's ======================================== SAMPLE 15630 ======================================== 28591|"A great soul and an evil heart!" 28591|A mighty friend, and a friend of the same, 28591|A brother of those to come to the door; 28591|How can we speak of him 28591|And call him beloved? 28591|He is to us what our Savior was, 28591|What He did, and did not forbear; 28591|We clasp once more his loins, 28591|He is to us what God had planned 28591|For us if we were men. 28591|So, on we climb, 28591|By every mount and dale we can, 28591|With hope o'er every cloud we can; 28591|And we thank Heavenly Father that we have him, 28591|And count him our own to be, 28591|When we go down to the tomb. 28591|God, thou who didst with man make fair 28591|All He has made me, 28591|And from the work of my hands make free 28591|Things that were loath or far away; 28591|To the work of thine, O Lord! declare 28591|What I am, and what I am not. 28591|O Lord, thy goodness made for me 28591|A whole that was loath and far away! 28591|By the voice of thy love I understand, 28591|And still must be heard and considered; 28591|No longer for I will be weak, 28591|Though never to me is worthy praise 28591|Who, at thy feet lying, would have known 28591|The goodness thou dost show my God. 28591|By thy word, at thy behest, I see 28591|The goodness of the whole that I have made. 28591|Then, Lord, I praise thee and make glad. 28591|Thy love has made the strength thou gavest me 28591|Out of my weakness to multiply and increase. 28591|I, too can act and go to the deed, 28591|For thy will be done, O Lord, and my duty free. 28591|The time is near and past, when from me 28591|Gladly I'd go to my work and be, 28591|And my hands might work as I would wish; 28591|But my thoughts in some strange way are cast, 28591|Which I cannot understand; therefore 28591|My work must needs go to waste in doing ill. 28591|Gone are the days when I went to the place, 28591|I have not the life I used to have, 28591|My face is now more white and more white, 28591|My body less of flesh and more of spirit; 28591|My work done, I find it is time enough 28591|To rise and go to my work no more. 28591|The Lord knows the purpose wherewith He putterest, 28591|The means whereby I can rise and go to my work. 28591|I know that I am made to work as I would, 28591|Therefore I should be glad to keep the plan 28591|Which by its ways of loving made me strong. 28591|In a little day God's will is wrought for me; 28591|Then, God, O, let thy compassion move 28591|Thy power to put thy will for my will 28591|That they may be not of me, but of Him. 28591|This is the day that they forsake each other-- 28591|For they do forsake the Sabbath of life; 28591|But they hold on unto Christ to the last, 28591|Nor falter when they feel the wrath of Him. 28591|My soul that is lost will be comfortless; 28591|My spirit not yet wholly glad; 28591|But God's arm is strength enough to rescue me, 28591|And I shall come unto my Maker alway. 28591|God's arm is strength enough to support me 28591|When danger and peril 28591|Dare to assail me 28591|And to vex me; 28591|But it is not his power to bring comfort 28591|When he watches around his servants, 28591|As I will watch His servants, 28591|My children in this world. 28591|And I have none, I have no name; 28591|And I know naught, I know naught; 28591|Yet I will walk, though weak and poor ======================================== SAMPLE 15640 ======================================== 615|With all the world bespake him thus, that man, 615|To him with his heart, in secret prayed, 615|And swore that he, with him, the knightly meed 615|Would give him such large dow'r as he deserved; 615|Next to the Moor made him one of their guard; 615|Then said he, "My master, as is meet, 615|"Thy wish shall be for me unto this day. 615|Of thy and mine, such privilege I swear, 615|The knights may every other on my hand 615|Or else their faulchions, if such suit they please, 615|With thee or others to the war convey. 615|And should a knight of mine appear to hand 615|Among those brethren, let him do me grace." 615|-- "So shall it be," Prince Orlando said: 615|And, ere he left, for a good pace he ran: 615|Orlando to his saddle drew his steed, 615|And to the town in haste the warrior went. 615|As well as when the herald he had brought 615|The sign of christening into France, he knew 615|The knight by the new-formured herald wore, 615|Who in a blue and shining mantle, close, 615|Had on the warrior's shield and helmet placed, 615|That he might know his master, and without fail, 615|Him surely to Orlando would espie. 615|This the herald to Orlando said, and flew 615|To his companions from the court above, 615|And told Orlando by the mark of day 615|He should at home, with all his knights, convey: 615|And with his own good courser he began 615|The way that to the palace he should win. 615|He to the palace enters in such state, 615|He goes from head to foot unknown and out. 615|Orlando is to his lady never more 615|Afoot than bird, upon the water's back. 615|She sees him not, and he beside the sea, 615|Is with the herald of his own pavilion: 615|So good Orlando to her new guide bears, 615|She never sees the cavalier more clear. 615|No word, no sign that the good squire did say, 615|And what he in his look or mien had said. 615|What were to her the manly feats of arms? 615|To her the wondrous sport of all the knight: 615|That she may be at home that while she thinks, 615|Or that when she is home is well content. 615|When by this gentle guide Orlando saw 615|The cavalier for him prepared to ride, 615|He to him made his desire repeat anew, 615|Nor yet to follow after his design; 615|But that without further leave would wait, 615|Till to that city he should come anew. 615|When past the gateway to the castle-court 615|He enters, he no less begins to wend; 615|Nor will he more, ere he hath reached the tower, 615|See that it is in all its glory fed. 615|His horse Orlando to the saddle bent, 615|And heaped his golden lilies round his waist, 615|Which, like a mountain for his glory, stood, 615|Proudly arrayed and forlornly fed, 615|And ever upon the field was shown 615|The feats he to the damsel would perform, 615|So great a marvel had the hero wrought, 615|He seemed not thought to want the wondrous steed. 615|He there upon his courser's mane, the Moor 615|He put, and thus the dame addressed in court. 615|"What has so late a day, a week, or month, 615|As now to thee is rendered thee? So it be, 615|I know, my lord Orlando, for no one 615|Of these my steeds hath erred; the task was done 615|By one of them, from whom you never took 615|So many ponies, or such wide array? 615|And is it thine alone to suffer loss 615|Of any, or to lose the champion's right, 615|In this ill hour? I hope, my master dear, 615|To find thee in the victor's cause more fain; 615|Than in the vassals' to defy the foe." 615|"I, to that lady, not to this, was ======================================== SAMPLE 15650 ======================================== 22803|The great earth's great heart. 22803|And here let this great world in its own 22803|Tread itself. 22803|Who dooms their death and makes it theirs, 22803|Cherish as the good God loves as well, 22803|They that were all born for the love 22803|Of one supreme end, now live together 22803|In one life, and are all one life, 22803|And live not once nor twenty times: 22803|They that are wise, they that are free, 22803|They that are strong, they that be blessed, 22803|The love of one supreme end: 22803|They are God's own life, and that's their praise, 22803|Their joy and their light." 22803|He ceased, and all the glory grew 22803|In his own body and his Son's. 22803|Sight and sound were swift to see 22803|What God had done, and know it was they, 22803|Theirs who had wrought it: he had set 22803|The world in place, set the winds to blow, 22803|Set the great clouds and floods of rain, 22803|Set the dark stars to look through, 22803|Set the world to hear him, heard the winds 22803|And waves and stars and trees that gave 22803|Unending loud applause. 22803|And they in silence heard it, or 22803|Might their lips foretell it, or divine 22803|Who would hear it, but that none could tell 22803|What things were meant for, what meant for now-- 22803|Who had wrought this thing, whose hands had planned 22803|The world, who had wrought this thing. 22803|For such fair speech and such strange thought 22803|Must the Son of Man begin 22803|Of his Mother's work, as He begins 22803|Or end, His mother in heaven: 22803|In Son's end, and Woman's birth 22803|In wife and mother's life begin, 22803|The first of all; for which is due 22803|This one-half heaven for all the earth, 22803|And woman more than all the rest 22803|Is mother of the Son of man. 22803|Nay, not all death, for of such is heir, 22803|But man is heir to the death of thee, 22803|Of thee, and his heart's blood more than 22803|Shall make him of the Father true. 22803|O what a love can a man have 22803|That doth not die of sorrow, nor turn 22803|Towards death, and when it doth it live 22803|For one love, to love it for a day? 22803|The soul's love, that never is forgot; 22803|The love that never falls from hence; 22803|And such a man might have a name 22803|Who knows not what he says to none. 22803|Therefore, when He comes into Heaven, 22803|He shall be all in one. And all 22803|That loveth shall be of one flesh: 22803|The soul not in the body bound, 22803|But in the flesh, and in a day 22803|Comes home to love and love together 22803|Within his body and to live: 22803|And she shall be a wife, and he 22803|Shall take her by the hand and say: 22803|"My wife, my wife, good-bye." 22803|And all shall be so glad and glad 22803|And shall sing of one flesh no more, 22803|Nor seek their mother, weeping: 22803|Their mother and their Son, Son and wife, 22803|Are one flesh, all in one night: 22803|And they that love each other shall 22803|Be one flesh and one joy in Heaven. 22803|She heard them and her heart grew glad, 22803|As the dawn breaks o'er sea and land. 22803|"Nay, I had not such a thought," she said, 22803|"Though yet 'twere in my mind, but now 22803|I see it is so sure, so sure." 22803|Then her hand went up her hair and kissed 22803|The neck of her fair boy, and she said: 22803|"What wilt thou have, child; say thou?" 22 ======================================== SAMPLE 15660 ======================================== 2491|So gently as the gentle breeze 2491|That sweeps o'er hill and dale, 2491|With all our loving hearts we meet 2491|As when we were young. 2491|And all our happy days are full 2491|Of loving, pure delight, 2491|As fond love now shall be ours, oh, 2491|When we shall be men again. 2491|For when the years have brought us all 2491|More near to God and nearer his throne, 2491|Then may we meet and hold each day 2491|A blessed faith and worship meet. 2491|The flowers that bloom by Eden's side 2491|Are dear, they come from God's fair land 2491|And bloom, because the sun is bright 2491|And life is fair and sweet. 2491|In the world's midst--oh, the world's to me 2491|A scene of beauty wondrous and rare; 2491|Of all that man has seen and all 2491|That man hath taught it to be; 2491|But when we seek the Heaven above, 2491|We find it not, I deem. 2491|In our world--Oh, the world's to me 2491|A scene whose splendor shines below; 2491|Of all that man can speak of right-- 2491|It shows a heart for all. 2491|And all who watch the heart of love 2491|Be happy in it all the while; 2491|But, oh, when we have turned to seek 2491|In all that man can make, 2491|'Tis far away, with life and love's own will, 2491|A realm of chaos far and dim. 2491|In the wild--Oh, the wild world's to me 2491|A scene of mystery and surprise; 2491|Where toil we have, and strife, and pain, 2491|And joy is near the skies. 2491|For there is nothing there, to tell me 2491|That life's sweet fruit is gathered there; 2491|For there is nothing of gladness 2491|That man can utter there. 2491|That there is nothing that's vain or sad, 2491|And nothing that's sad or to be; 2491|That life is fraught with joy and woe, 2491|When life's sweet fruit is there. 2491|And all who share my life, in truth, 2491|Have many paths, and paths well meant; 2491|Yet they who stray apart from me, 2491|Are lonely even in life. 2491|There are no friends upon this earth, 2491|Yet in life's path there lies an array 2491|Of friends to make the world seem fair; 2491|For one's life is so much more fair 2491|Than the sweet smile of another's face. 2491|There's nothing so fair as the dear joy 2491|That dwells in that dear, holy place; 2491|There's nothing sweet in life so well 2491|As that happy sweetness there. 2491|I'd like to be a part of that sweet, sacred charm; 2491|I'd like my voice to join with that soul-felt praise; 2491|To share the soul with each soft soul of each fair child 2491|Who goes to her grave with a father's smile. 2491|I'd like to stand where that sweet, gracious place is set, 2491|And see them, side by side, stand, a little child and mother, 2491|When I am old, in the sunshine of the God above; 2491|To see the angels to each other dear come back, 2491|From a far-away God's home. 2491|Oh, what a lonely life we lead! 2491|Oh, what a lonely day we've got! 2491|In every lonely moment, 2491|By day and night, 2491|The sorrows and the troubles 2491|Of our life are given place. 2491|And what a sweetheart sits by us 2491|So lovingly, and we're lonely. 2491|Oh, what a dreary, lonely life! 2491|Oh, what a lonely day we've got! 2491|When we're in the garden, the sun is shining, 2491|And every small flower is blooming; 2491|But when the rain-drops are raining on us ======================================== SAMPLE 15670 ======================================== 35991|I'm a little tired, sir,--just like you 35991|It looks as if there were a war at heart 35991|Between the country and the police. 35991|Well, I'm going to go drive at a farmer's 35991|Farm of the finest in the country;-- 35991|There is an old, a hundred year old tradition here 35991|The farmer's wife had a secret to let him. 35991|She was a shrew, I say it's a small thing 35991|Made a country man the talk of the world, 35991|Grown to power, and in the country placed. 35991|And so she came. And she had sent a clerk 35991|With papers, speeches, books and letters-- 35991|And everything at this city's great sum, 35991|And in the country, to the country. 35991|The city was on fire for her sake, 35991|And they all went out to see her. I don't think 35991|The country ever could have guessed, since they, 35991|The farmers, did not understand her. 35991|And there was her old man, an undertaker, 35991|He was poor, it is true, but they could see 35991|How happy he lived, and lived for her. 35991|I'll tell you something about him, too, 35991|And here she comes, as I said, the neighbor. 35991|She has a secret you must hear, that is, 35991|Don't you think this is a little like you? 35991|We have our little private love and hate; 35991|Our life is long with sorrow and with gladness, 35991|And so it's little wonder sometimes 35991|It's hard for the man to win you, though you've won, 35991|I say it. And yet I think it's well 35991|The priest would think this was a matter hard 35991|And had a watchful eye and care for his flock. 35991|He said the man was born in a prison. 35991|But there was more he said: "If he has won 35991|Whatever prize this is I have, I'd like 35991|To see myself here with him at the table, 35991|And if in the town where this is, he'd like 35991|To see me and would help if he is able." 35991|This is the life that he lives: 35991|He's happy when he has a chance, 35991|He doesn't stand on the precipice edge 35991|When a boat goes down, and has the money 35991|To live, but thinks of himself and of the angels. 35991|And all the time it seemed to be a sin 35991|To think of herself and keep away; 35991|And when he came to see her, he would say: 35991|"She's in a hurry. She said she had a chance, 35991|But I am here to build here, here's a home, 35991|And I have a lot to give." And so he came 35991|Who was so happy, who had that special love 35991|For her, and for the church. And to the end 35991|He was a little afraid to say: "Go to church." 35991|A while before the war he was gone, there was 35991|No news of her, but he went down to see 35991|The school where La Fayette once was taught. 35991|You see what there was, there's nothing more. 35991|And here the priest met her and got the man 35991|To give her something and bring him back 35991|In prison, and the priest saw her again 35991|Afterward and heard of her and saw 35991|Her father who had died for this of boys 35991|For her in the country, for him by chance. 35991|And all this time she seemed to him her friend, 35991|She came along and did her time on him 35991|And took the money for him in the prison, 35991|Took school courses. And then a year or two 35991| ======================================== SAMPLE 15680 ======================================== 42051|The long-eyed love lies asleep, 42051|Like a long white serpent, 42051|But his eyes of fire 42051|Are ever glowing on 42051|The far distant hills. 42051|_So they came to this place, 42051|Far out on the sea, 42051|Where the winds and sun go by, 42051|And the blue sea foam. 42051|There, on the sand, upon that hill, 42051|They found the lover 42051|Alone with his dream, upon that hill. 42051|"Where are the men?" asked the madman, 42051|As the sea was red; 42051|"Why are ye here? 42051|Where are the men? 42051|Where are the men? 42051|Where are the men?" 42051|All suddenly the madman's 42051|Voice turned grave: 42051|"The men are in those lonely walls, 42051|The men are in those lonely walls, 42051|The men are in that lonely wall, 42051|We all were born. 42051|The sand is on the tomb of the tide; 42051|Death takes his toll 42051|Of these white iron walls. 42051|"But, ah, that night," saith he,-- 42051|"That night in August,-- 42051|When the nightingale sang to the lark,-- 42051|Ah, that night in August, 42051|When the nightingale sang to the lark, 42051|When the nightingale sang to the lark 42051|That song of love of mine! 42051|"The wind of the far land wails, 42051|The wind of the far land calls, 42051|The deep leaves laugh and scatter, 42051|I am lost, I am lost for ever; 42051|In death, in death, I perish. 42051|"We who have loved the wind, 42051|We who have loved the wind, 42051|Who had never known nor feared 42051|Nor tried the eyes of love to pierce; 42051|We, though we love the wind, 42051|Who have loved the wind-- 42051|No man can bear the wind. 42051|"We who have had no love 42051|In all the world; 42051|Who who at last, for all their tears, 42051|Have loved at last, have loved not; 42051|Who have loved, but never spake, 42051|We who have loved, but never spake; 42051|For we died, we loved--we loved not." 42051|"We can meet no more," she said. 42051|"But we have lost the heart-- 42051|We have given up the life"-- 42051|"Where is the song of our love, 42051|Where is the song of our love, 42051|Now that the world hath left us; 42051|Where is the song of our love, 42051|Where is the song of our love, 42051|And where is our life, and where is our grave?" 42051|"The wind of the far land is blowing, 42051|The wind in its wildest power blowing, 42051|Blowing from the very lands that hate us, 42051|Far as the skies can ever look to us. 42051|"The sun of the moon may shine on us, 42051|The light of the stars may guide us still, 42051|But the wind cannot ever guide us. 42051|The sea is the sea and all things change. 42051|"We can meet no more; 42051|We've lost the heart, 42051|And the world hath left us." 42051|_So we came forth upon the shore 42051|From the land of the dead, 42051|And we cast about for the old love. 42051|There we met them. 42051|But we never could find her. 42051|We went up from the sea 42051|To the land of the dead. 42051|But the sea hath grown stern and grim, 42051|And the waves make no sad moan, 42051|As we cast about for the old love. 42051|We went up from the sea 42051|To the land of last gloom, 42051|When we sought her in the land of the dead; 42051 ======================================== SAMPLE 15690 ======================================== 1279|And I'll stand with my pipe upon the nappy, 1279|And smoke my fill, through the day and through the night; 1279|With you by mine, and you by my side, 1279|Shall be life and content, 1279|Happy am I, with you by my side, 1279|Happy, and free--free, too, I vow 1279|From pains and sorrows, care, doubt, surprise; 1279|With you by my side, and you by my heart, 1279|Shall be I and my mistress, love. 1279|Hence with false vows I'll woo, I'll woo and banter, 1279|And sweetly think on the time, 1279|When first we met, when we twa bemoan 1279|'Mang burs and bangs, and baith awns and ropes: 1279|And if it comes about that I or my wife 1279|Get banish'd far, far awa, 1279|The point shall be, whae free, whae hame, whae fair, 1279|Wi' thurlung gun, wi' hollow yell, 1279|We'll turn auld H----ll into a birk."] 1279|He turn'd him up and ay did smile, 1279|When ay was young and bold; 1279|But there wi' cauld dishwater he stept, 1279|And the maid saw nae mercy. 1279|Her spurs awa! her spurs wi' a thrill, 1279|As round aboon him he leant, 1279|While ay did smile, when that she lookit, owre 1279|She gaed shoot till she deid. 1279|Aye lang time, when he shot, wi' cauld dishwater, 1279|She looked cauld fu' wan, owre he stood. 1279|Now this was a young ken-tongue, little Bo Johnson, 1279|The lad that's sae wee, i' the blazin' a' at kirkyard. 1279|He was nae lear as Willie was, and ay as Willie could be, 1279|But ay he did get up in fashion and beauty for kirkyard. 1279|For wot a' things are that we do, 1279|Wat hae we, what we can afford; 1279|We hae we, and may be we; 1279|Gin ye'll do an e'en the sin ye didna do. 1279|The maid that ye lo'ed the best of, 1279|She was the maid that ye lo'e best; 1279|And ay she was the sport o' the kirkyard foxes, 1279|The maid in the kirk town had the best o' a' the kirkyard. 1279|She had a goud wrap, and a girdle, 1279|A chain o' silk so dour and tough; 1279|A pair o' stockings, and a pair o' stockings, 1279|All sodden wi' muckle water. 1279|She had a pot upon a chair, 1279|A candle at her knee, and an e'en o' goun a leg, 1279|A goud tea, and a girdle full o' ginger, 1279|The maid--Ye ken she was a kirkyard fox. 1279|"Oh, gin I but see thee, love, I shan't die." 1279|When ay her face was turn'd to the kirk, 1279|There wasna a man couldna move her, 1279|But whan the kirk shall be, whan the kirk shall be; 1279|For nowt than a' their wives her fortune can spare her. 1279|"What say ye, loves," says she, "what say ye, loves?" 1279|"What say ye, loves?" says John Brown, "I dona hate ye; 1279|Ye've been my faithful and best betrothed for ay." 1279|"And ay I'll love ye," says she, "for ay I did ye; 1279|But I won't be your wife, for I hae no part 1279|In the politics o' this county, whar I didna ken ye: 1279|Ye'll bring affliction on your wa' if ye ======================================== SAMPLE 15700 ======================================== A moment only, and I am at home again; 17448|I know it for a fact the dear old place shall never die, 17448|And still I hope it lasts for ever. 17448|I wish I was at home 17448|With the dear old place, 17448|And that I lived there in the summer time, 17448|And that I never had to go off. 17448|Now, the place is quite new, 17448|And the flowers are bright in the garden grass, 17448|But in summer time the suns grow low, 17448|And it's very dull and dark for me 17448|While the girls are out on the town. 17448|I wish I was at home 17448|With the dear old place, 17448|And that I lived there in the summer time, 17448|And that I never had to go 17448|Off to be a farmer's daughter. 17448|There was once a bird 17448|That lived in a cage, 17448|And he sang sweet and low, 17448|And it grieved her so, 17448|That all the birds went by 17448|To look for their food. 17448|They found it there, 17448|With wings and a shell, 17448|And so they came home, 17448|And they are safe and well 17448|Till I come on my nest. 17448|I'll sing you a song 17448|Of a little boy 17448|Who never knew a fear, 17448|And a happy birthday. 17448|And a happy birthday! 17448|The little fellow who always cried 17448|Is not the same since he cried at play, 17448|And has not the same glee, since he cried, 17448|When he went to bed with his father and mother, 17448|To bury the cow they killed for the lamb: 17448|And then he went off to school and to hall, 17448|And then to the church and the church to go, 17448|While the housemaids were washing the dishes 17448|And sweeping the house, and when they all were washed, 17448|He was all so neat, that his mother thought 17448|He must have cried for the sheep from the deer. 17448|But then, though he never went to university, 17448|Or got the honour of earning his ducat, 17448|He is always the sweetest youth a little church 17448|May receive, for never did he take ill health. 17448|Oh how I long for my youth, 17448|And my home-born joys! 17448|Oh wherefore should I weep 17448|Thy withered frame? 17448|"In many a field of battle, 17448|And a king's conflict fierce, 17448|My lord has fallen that death 17448|That each man feels and rues!" 17448|But I am gone a long way 17448|I cannot see thee more, 17448|For I am living, 17448|And I have gone a-knee 17448|To the field-king to be. 17448|"He that is never a lord 17448|Must keep his seat still, 17448|And he must not change his post 17448|Unless he be called." 17448|"My lord is ever a liar 17448|And I shall ne'er be lord, 17448|So that he shall not lie in my place, 17448|And be a churl to folk." 17448|"My lord is ever a traitor, 17448|And I will avenge it, 17448|So that he must lie in all things 17448|And eat the bread of his lord; 17448|And he must not change his place 17448|In the church or anywhere." 17448|"My lord is ever a traitor, 17448|And I will avenge it; 17448|But I never can be queen, 17448|And a wife am far from my heart; 17448|So that we ne'er more shall meet 17448|On earth again, my lord," 17448|"In the world is my wife now, 17448|And mine is left no man. 17448|And mine, my lord, to be, 17448|I'll ne'er seek on earth again 17448|For thy love or for thy gold, 17448| ======================================== SAMPLE 15710 ======================================== 15370|As we'd seen _the boys_, and they're the first 15370|For you to know what's what: 15370|Your father's "Wentworth" won't, I swear, 15370|For one shiver have heard say, 15370|But he is a pleasant, polite fellow, 15370|And we haven't one bit of harm 15370|But from him, for _one_, I've done. 15370|So, if it should rue the time afore 15370|We do this business here, 15370|That must be for our merrier cheers 15370|To ring out and prance in time. 15370|Now, _by the book_, I promise I 15370|A lot of work will do; 15370|But I'll promise you, my son, 15370|A little mischief's sure, 15370|And if what's gone by goes by, 15370|How the devil shall I do? 15370|A thousand times ten he'll make 15370|And he's a clever fellow, too, 15370|But I'll have him here, he's the sort 15370|My mother used to have. 15370|I wish all our friends were so kind 15370|And gentle as myself! 15370|I'd like so much to be the boy they made 15370|As I'm a little more sure, 15370|I'm a little more sure that, now 15370|I don't have to be the boy. 15370|The devil take the windy old world, 15370|And the Devil take the fool! 15370|The world's only made to screw the fool and not me: 15370|You may be all you wish, but you'll never do. 15370|So don't go and blow your nose about; 15370|I've nothing more to say, 15370|I hope you won't make no noise or noise 15370|About it, either--no, my lad. 15370|I'm rather out of fashion, you know, 15370|For my last wife's blown my crown, 15370|(I was more or less ashamed of it 15370|So wasn't I pleased or pleased) 15370|So I'll sit down, just as I'm bid, 15370|And write a song to-night, 15370|In spite of all the world, to please you all! 15370|She's a pretty red currant, she, 15370|And she hangs down her pretty red currant stalk, 15370|When the breezes blow from the sweet South, 15370|In the frosty mornings, 15370|At the frosty mornings. 15370|When the blossoms 15370|Are a-shivering in their hues of light, 15370|And the bee hums sweet as maidens breathe, 15370|And the bird sings a ditty sweet as my love, 15370|Then the blushing rose 15370|Is a-budding, and the blushing rose 15370|Is a-growing, and a budding, and a-reaching out. 15370|The blushing currant hangs to the sweet South 15370|At the frosty mornings 15370|At the frosty mornings. 15370|The currant goes a-growing, and it is now 15370|So gay, and so sweet, and so high up, 15370|It seems the very face of a queen, 15370|In the breath of a spring; 15370|And her scent is as odor divine, 15370|With the scent of a rivulet flowing: 15370|While the bird sings as sweet as a dream 15370|Of the soul of a maiden of song, 15370|And the heart of a bird singing! 15370|O, the bluebirds come with their music and dance, 15370|And they tangle a stick in the grass, 15370|And the wind-frets blow, and whirl and whirl 15370|All in a cloud of gladness,-- 15370|With their music and dance. 15370|They have flirted the bluebird, the currant, 15370|And the bloom of the roses before, 15370|And their songs are so sweet they make 15370|The spirit afraid; 15370|And they dance, and whirl, and whirl about, 15370|Till the soul of the currant's fair. 15370|Oh, ======================================== SAMPLE 15720 ======================================== 1280|I, too, who am a man 1280|Of peace-- 1280|And as a man grow weak 1280|And as a man become 1280|In many a face 1280|Of sorrow 1280|I would not change the day 1280|For the night and the wind 1280|And the night and the rain; 1280|For the blood-sick nights, 1280|For the cold, bleak days 1280|When a heart is sore-- 1280|For the hope to see 1280|And to lose all 1280|That we once esteemed 1280|So precious a thing: 1280|I would not change the day 1280|For the night and the wind 1280|And the night and the rain. 1280|I shall not hear the wind, 1280|I shall not see the rain, 1280|The rain-drops trickling down my face, 1280|They will not comfort my soul,-- 1280|'Tis no time for sorrow. 1280|There is a word in the language of the old for you, a word 1280|of sadness; it is the word the children of sorrow utter. 1280|It is so sad that the words that you have forgotten are 1280|spoken. 1280|I do not know the word for you; 1280|The words that are spoken are spoken of man and woman, 1280|of the whole earth's woes, 1280|Of a hope that is lost, 1280|Of sin's desolation, 1280|Of despair that is sad, 1280|With the wind blowing fierce, 1280|And a storm in the sky. 1280|I know a word in the language of the old for the poor, 1280|for the weary, 1280|The words that are spoken are words of charity, 1280|of love and of hope, 1280|Of a hope still unspoken, 1280|That is lost, that is slain, 1280|That is broken, with a sword 1280|And a soul crushed out of life. 1280|The word is "Give" in the language of the old for the poor, 1280|the words, not of gold or gain, 1280|The words which the children of sorrow 1280|descend on you; 1280|Your word is "Give" in the language of the old for the poor. 1280|Worship not, that is wisdom. 1280|You worship not with a mind as corrupt 1280|For the sake of gain. 1280|Worship not. Let your speech be full and frank, 1280|and there you will find 1280|The language for the heart of a friend and brother 1280|Who is in need. 1280|Worship not. 1280|I have a word for you, but I fear 1280|You will not use it, 1280|For it is in the language we have learned of old 1280|of Jesus Christ; 1280|You will not dare to make one word a question, 1280|the words are given; 1280|For the meaning of every word is Jesus Christ 1280|Who is in need. 1280|I dare not dream of what I shall not do 1280|For a dollar, 1280|You may pray the God of the Bible and not give me 1280|A broken heart, 1280|But I am sure you will not make one word the 1280|worse for me. 1280|Worship not, for your prayer 1280|will be a broken heart. 1280|I care not whether you are rich or poor, 1280|You shall share our lot. 1280|I am not afraid of a beggar's purse 1280|Nor a man's name but I fear the words 1280|God has given you. 1280|And though your heart and I were nothing worth 1280|I would pray the God of the Bible the 1280|words to you. 1280|Pray for your life, 1280|Pray for your wife, 1280|Pray for the children's souls, 1280|And for her dear ones too. 1280|But first pray, pray for your life 1280|That, like Christ, I may die for you 1280|When you have come to me. 1280|I have the world. 1280|And with my eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 15730 ======================================== 2621|The fountains of the day, 2621|When autumn's winds are blest, 2621|And when the rain-winds blow, 2621|When flowers awake that lie 2621|All still in slumber tight: 2621|When the birds come back to sing, 2621|With their sweet, tranced speech, 2621|And the dew comes in the bloom, 2621|With all the world asleep; 2621|When I lie down to rest 2621|In the shade and grass of a wood, 2621|And hear the winds a-blowing, 2621|And watch the white sail flapping, 2621|All the world a-bloomin'-- 2621|Is like a long, long rest 2621|In the life that's worth to stay. 2621|At noon on a gray moor, 2621|When winds were wild and cold, 2621|A farmer lay sick and dying 2621|For lack of cheer. 2621|His coat and his sloe-skin bag 2621|Hung down his double-bed. 2621|His night-cap white, his day-cap green, 2621|Hung from the moor-mast's top, 2621|And he lay there in the morn 2621|With his heart and his life to sleep. 2621|They buried his soul in a shroud, 2621|The old churchyard that grieves, 2621|And a black hen sat on his heart, 2621|And a black cock flew by. 2621|A year ago, the little brown bird 2621|Brought me to this green pasture lot; 2621|It sang so loud and clear, 2621|"O, where will you go to, my pretty red bird 2621|Under the willow tree, all bare and gray, 2621|O, where will you go to? 2621|"I'm going far away, 2621|I'm going far away, 2621|To the country far away, 2621|The place where little red birds build their nests, 2621|O, far away! 2621|"I love the grass so well, 2621|I love the earth so well,-- 2621|I love my mother all the more, I love my brook, 2621|O, far away! 2621|"I know where I shall go, 2621|I know the ways I shall go 2621|That tell me home is far away, my pretty red bird, 2621|O, far away!" 2621|Then down the hill a little brook came, and sat and smiled, 2621|And near him there crept a squirrel and rabbit, too: 2621|"O, what will you give us," said the old brook, "for to live 2621|Here in the field, and have a view of the green?" 2621|The old brook laughed out loud, and said, "I'll let them be, 2621|But I'll give them food, and live in the wood, my pretty red bird, 2621|O, far away! 2622|"I'll let them have a leaf, 2622|Let them have a bud,-- 2622|But I'll never let my baby to the old country go, 2622|For my head grows dark and heavy with thinking, my little bird, 2622|O, where will you go? 2622|How many states are that journey from New Hampshire to Maine? 2622|You must take me back a whole year to New Hampshire again, 2622|And you must tell my mother that you took me out over the sea, 2622|And you must tell my brothers and sisters, "Come from the south of the 2622|And you must tell my sisters and me, "You were out on the sea, 2622|On a little brown boat with a green feather, 2622|A golden sail, two brown eyes, and a small white hand. 2622|When you are home again you must tell your mother 2622|How our little brown boat sailed away over the sea." 2622|Then the old spring-head 2622|Grew and stood upright, 2622|As she held her breath, 2622|And the water flowed from head to foot, 2622|So that never more, 2622|From the north or south, 2622|In the spring-time flow. 2622|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 15740 ======================================== 1304|Sought the bright Sun, they went to seek 1304|The world's bright centre; they did find 1304|No centre, but ever round 1304|New worlds were formed; and this they found 1304|Far other worlds than theirs had been. 1304|Spite of their great Creator's law 1304|They built for heaven a different place: 1304|For reason taught me, they did bring 1304|An angel with me, whom they brought. 1304|I see the golden meanest beam 1304|Of their fair sunshine fell 1304|In my sorrow's little wintry bed, 1304|I feel the balm of thy balmy breast: 1304|If for one moment they had stayed 1304|They would not weep for me that hour: 1304|And if they had kept their promise kept, 1304|My grief would vanish into air! 1304|But the great sun doth not abide 1304|Longer than he doth shine 1304|On a world that doth increase. 1304|He goes away, as do those three, 1304|And the next sun that follows after; 1304|He goes away and sets in flame 1304|All the little worlds that do believe: 1304|But I do thrive, although I die, 1304|And the fair sun that came not near 1304|Shines on worlds that live, and have your kind: 1304|This I have seen, and this I feel, 1304|And this my grief is proof:--and I live! 1304|'TWAS as if the trees themselves, 1304|And not the air, 1304|Contracted all their singing power 1304|To drown 1304|The thunder of the sky: 1304|'Twas as if the birds did sigh 1304|A commoner air 1304|Than ever filled the throat of Cain 1304|With empty fear; 1304|'Twas as if no useful thought 1304|Had entered in the soul of prayer; 1304|--And such a solemn calm there was 1304|As might have lifted, from the earth, 1304|The broken lumps of pebble and of stone, 1304|And made them all one living mass; 1304|--Such as the poets paint of old, 1304|When death was hid in gloom-- 1304|Could never be, nor there was born 1304|That meditative, meditative power 1304|Which makes us think more, feel more, deem more, 1304|Than we have ever thought, or will till now.--ED. 1304|IN the name of the Empress, who 1304|Will shield me from so dire a fate? 1304|--And then, perhaps, a soft embrace; 1304|Forgive me, my dear, before I go.-- 1304|So saying, in adoration down 1304|She seized him by the middle, and threw 1304|Her body on him in its stead; 1304|While he, with trembling, dropt to ground 1304|As dead, and fell back, sobbing, like a leaf 1304|That, torn by the hurricane, breaks on the land. 1304|--He had, indeed, gone, like those who go to a fair; 1304|But we shall never see him more. 1304|And we shall never see his memory; 1304|We know not, we scarcely can guess, 1304|The anguish that o'er his mournful dust 1304|Has moved from our hearts, the passion that slew 1304|Such a great and good man,--it was so sad, 1304|It half forgot him, and half I killed him! 1304|'Twas a black cloud that hid so dark a star-- 1304|It looked so strange,-- 1304|And in that darkening mist, his ghost, 1304|Like some dread shape in a dream, had crossed 1304|The room, and hung aloft by the light 1304|Of his dead eyes. 1304|I knew not that he looked so strange, 1304|For I saw him, but this was strange, 1304|For I knew not that he looked so bright, 1304|For I saw him, but this was strange, 1304|For I knew not what to think or say. 1304|O, with how silent love, but now 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 15750 ======================================== 5184|Thus answered the ancient wife, 5184|"In no wise shall you harm me; 5184|Worse than the forest-bear, I vow, 5184|Thou shall not do it." 5184|Ilmarinen, therefore, 5184|Draws his mighty sword, 5184|To the forehead of Pohyola, 5184|To the neck of Northland's champion, 5184|Sends him bounding through the village, 5184|Over hill and valley, 5184|Through the heath, and through the woodlands, 5184|Till at length he meets a maiden, 5184|On the wayside nymphs have left him, 5184|In a thousand villages, 5184|Hither brought by faerie. 5184|Thus the bride to answer answers: 5184|"I have heard, your incantations, 5184|Witches, fairies, and elves informed me 5184|Of your coming, my beloved, 5184|Where your father harries, 5184|Where your mother rears you. 5184|Cannot hope you to my tribe-folk, 5184|Cannot hope you for a husband, 5184|When as yet there are not rovers 5184|From the distant hills of Suomi, 5184|From the kingdoms of the night-wind, 5184|From the cruel wars of yore!" 5184|Thus the bride-mother saith naught; 5184|Sayeth she will send her daughter 5184|To the nations of creation, 5184|Thus reveal her secret sheep-pits, 5184|Thus expose her vineyards, 5184|Where she leads the fated cattle, 5184|In the distant regions, 5184|To the southern home of doors. 5184|Thereupon the bride-mother 5184|Flies in earnest to Wainola, 5184|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5184|To the dungeons of Manala, 5184|Slyly spake the ancient mother: 5184|"I shall not go to steal thy daughter, 5184|Neither bring thee my child to kiss; 5184|There are grown a hundred heroes, 5184|On the walls of Kalevala, 5184|There are strong and jealous witches, 5184|There are thousands come to steal it." 5184|Still she thinks in vain, the bridegroom 5184|Hastens forward to Wainola, 5184|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5184|To the dungeons of Manala, 5184|Hastens hither, hurriedly, 5184|Hitherward she scampers homeward; 5184|Only stays to ask her question 5184|If the meaning be her mother. 5184|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5184|Ancient, toothless dame of Northland, 5184|Ancient Sharona, soulless sister, 5184|Thus addresses maiden Wainamoinen: 5184|"How fared the bridegroom at Pohyola? 5184|Flower of the North and West trees, 5184|Did he survive to wed the rapacious? 5184|If so, how fares the husband?" 5184|Wainamoinen, wise and ancient, 5184|Thus replied in thoughtful accents: 5184|"The young wife survives to wed the wizard, 5184|Sits beside his chair in envy, 5184|To succeed the old in home-services, 5184|Not to serve the old in pleasure; 5184|On the throne of Sariola, 5184|In the chair of Eastern wisdom, 5184|Knows the value of her station, 5184|Serves the throne of ancient honor, 5184|Well the young wife understands it, 5184|How to serve the ancient throne-table." 5184|Wainamoinen, wise and ancient, 5184|Anxious still to appease her, 5184|Thus addressed the lovely maiden, 5184|Gave this answer to his question: 5184|"Know I well the cares of marriage, 5184|Wished the young should inherit, 5184|Wished the old should hold the pleasure 5184|That the young pleases bring me, 5184|Better be rewarded than exiled, 5184|Better be exiled than useless." 5184|Then the lovely maiden answered, 5184| ======================================== SAMPLE 15760 ======================================== 19226|When the snow begins to sleet 19226|And my feet are weary, 19226|Let us take a walk, dear, 19226|Along the paths of love. 19226|Let's find the roses 19226|And the lilies 19226|In the fields behind us, 19226|Where the snow is still. 19226|Let's walk the fields without, 19226|Filling our souls with glee. 19226|All the lovely flowers 19226|And every quiet nook 19226|With their soft enchanting breaths 19226|Let us sing to please you, 19226|Sweet-voiced lassies 19226|Blithe as lilies, gay as lilies. 19226|Let us find the rose, dewy, 19226|With its golden hearts, and spread them 19226|Every where, like gushing dew 19226|That fell upon a dead leaf. 19226|Let us walk the rose-beds! 19226|Sweeping and soft as winds 19226|That blow from the green earth, 19226|Let us wander through them 19226|And bring back their warm breath 19226|From the earth, and gather it 19226|In the fragrant bosoms 19226|Of the roses of love. 19226|O the roses of love! 19226|O the rose-beds of life! 19226|O the paths where we go, 19226|And the stars that watch us pass! 19226|O the gentle paths of youth! 19226|I am tired of my life. 19226|I have tired of love, and of all 19226|That the heart must cherish and hold dear, 19226|And my heart is weary and sad, 19226|And I cannot look into the sun. 19226|'Tis not what I wish for the least 19226|That I must give my purpose heed; 19226|But what I must give for these eyes 19226|To see as I see. 19226|O the roses of love! 19226|O the rose-beds of life! 19226|O the gentle paths of youth! 19226|O, but when I go away 19226|From the haunts and the haunts of men, 19226|From the land of their bread and wine, 19226|O, when I leave the land of pain, 19226|Will my heart still be a burning stone? 19226|Nay! it is the land of life, 19226|And I see no other heaven so fair. 19226|And I wish to the far-off stars 19226|That gleam afar as a child looks up 19226|On the smiling sky, 19226|Farewell, O traveller, for we meet no more 19226|On the long sea-road, or in the far-off North. 19226|And mayhap ere spring shall bring again 19226|The dewy kiss of morning on her feet, 19226|Or summer's heat in Autumn's golden urn, 19226|I shall sit, watching, by the lonely sea. 19226|'Tis the hour of prayer and of sacrifice, 19226|When, through a haze, above the earth 19226|The rosy-ribbed moon, with all her quiring stars, 19226|Rolls slowly on her upward way: 19226|And while I sit alone with sorrow and sin, 19226|And think upon my sin, and on my life, 19226|I turn to her, with prayerful heart and pure, 19226|And say: Behold, O sweet, for thee, 19226|The ways of the Lord, and of his might! 19226|And yet, O sweet, I know, beyond the sphere 19226|Of the pale stars and the white clouds--I know-- 19226|There is some far-off sunny land 19226|With roofs as smooth... 19226|... And roofs as white... 19226|For me the earth is not so fair 19226|After all, and the sun is not too bright, 19226|And flowers never grow where the earth is laid; 19226|For I have known a flower 19226|Before the sun's own pale-yellow beam 19226|And found the flower 19226|To be like the flowers of the earth. 19226|A flower for which the earth would grieve, 19226|A flower for which the heart ======================================== SAMPLE 15770 ======================================== 29700|I heard it, and my heart began to thrill, 29700|As I beheld the white curtain fall. 29700|"Come forth from the shadows, O sweet love! 29700|Lift up a look of joy on thy dear husband." 29700|And, as he took the lamp in his golden hand, 29700|A sudden glory filled the world of men. 29700|"O thou, who hast made the world go well!" 29700|The happy land of France cried aloud, 29700|"'T is thine to end it--this to-morrow, good night! 29700|Hark! in the moon's bright light I behold thee stand, 29700|The child of God and heaven--to-morrow, good night!" 29700|"Sweet love, for pity's sake!" cried young Barbara, 29700|"Wilt thou not give to us a parting kiss?" 29700|"My child, good night! be comforted awhile, 29700|Good morrow to thee, if aught of good 29700|Hath passed since I was born of God and thee." 29700|"Sweet love, good morrow and blessing, I yield! 29700|Thy hand my heart shall clasp, if a blissful word 29700|Bide true, and have no more cause to be wail'd. 29700|"Good morrow, good night! the night is black-- 29700|Good morrow, good night!" said Barbara earnestly. 29700|"If ye have loved me for a time, have mercy, God; 29700|Thou know'st it well, who giveth most. 29700|"If ye have loved me for a while, have mercy, God; 29700|Thine is a handful of gold, that shall save 29700|The poor man from the wretched though thy love 29700|Be evermore as constant as a star, 29700|"And give to every poor man whom thou canst move 29700|The crown of glory above the poor man's dust, 29700|And keep his heart from parching within his breast. 29700|"And the poor man's heart, once fed with charity, 29700|The heart is all too tasteless in the end, 29700|And his strength has done its work, and his life hath lain 29700|On dead Jesus' shoulders, and no pity hath been. 29700|"Sweet love, good morrow, and blessing, I yield." 29700|"Blessed be that heart which has been good to me! 29700|Blessed be that heart which God hath kept for me." 29700|"I have felt that breast as God's own homely breast, 29700|And God hath planted me a loving heart 29700|In thee, who my dear friend art thou to me! 29700|I will dwell on thee, and watch thy quiet sky 29700|Above the homes of angels, and thy love 29700|Shall teach my soul to mourn for all the rest 29700|Of earth, where aught is to be fondly done. 29700|"I will sit by thee, and watch thy quiet sky, 29700|And see thy peace shine out upon mine own; 29700|I will know that hour, and think of thee the while, 29700|And breathe into thy still breathing, God, a vow." 29700|"Sister, I will wait 29700|For this to come, and then 29700|With gentle prayer, and words 29700|Grateful, I will kneel to thee 29700|And pledge thee with meekness." 29700|"I will wait, and wait," said Barbara; "but thou, 29700|Whom God hath chosen, 29700|I will not let thee rest 29700|In sadness, or in wrath, 29700|Till I have blest thee." 29700|"Oh! what shall I do, if thou shouldst come 29700|And seek me?" said the young, bold Barbara. 29700|"I will come--" But no more said the boy, 29700|"I will come--I will come with thee," he said; 29700|"I will come--with our little daughter-- 29700|I have heard her voice calling," said the man. 29700|"He will come soon; the summer sun 29700|And its green warmth shall melt his heart," she said; 29700|"I will seek him ======================================== SAMPLE 15780 ======================================== 2863|To a bed in the parlour, where the light is 2863|On the walls; 2863|The room is dim; my thoughts are on a world 2863|That is dying, with all its good and ill. 2863|"Well, I've a thing to-morrow! Good-by, sweetheart! 2863|What would I not give now for your sweet, dear face!" 2863|Thus I've made a promise, though the price be dear. 2863|How long? it matters not to me, whether dear 2863|Or dear the promise, I remember now. 2863|When you have lived, you'll say, in your own bright light, 2863|And your mind to me will be still, and free, 2863|And your head not bowed with all the weight 2863|Of thoughts old. I ask not now if it be true 2863|You will live to-morrow. Dear, when you forget, 2863|I, who have missed you, and have had, indeed, 2863|Only a day with you, and have been in pain, 2863|For an hour or so, before your eyes' sweet light 2863|Gleams forth again, your heart again in pain. 2863|I do not ask that you will, in your own light, 2863|Remember all I've done for you, or all I have missed. 2863|Dear love, this is the way of love, that men remember 2863|What the great master, Time, has granted them. 2863|They are glad, and if this is a sin, that is also part. 2863|They would rather they had died in their prime, 2863|Poured out upon the ground in great carnage, 2863|Than had lived for aught that time should give or withhold. 2863|I was full of dreams that morning in that street 2863|When you and I had spoken of the things to do. 2863|I was full of dreams when you and I had stood 2863|And wondered at the world. What did I know then 2863|Of the bitter fruit of mine own dreamless days? 2863|We were young, and yet we knew what it meant 2863|To be old in our youth. Time is old in me. 2863|You have told me of the coming of a day, 2863|And I have heard your words, and read your words. 2863|And I know what the fruits of what my dream foretold, 2863|And I foretell what the fruit is. And so, 2863|I foretell that Time in his own time will steal 2863|The last great gift that Time gave him to me. 2863|How long? I tell you, and I tell you plainly, 2863|I do not know. I only know 2863|I miss you, and I miss 2863|One who loved you once, 2863|One who always will be near 2863|And who will love me. I shall find 2863|A new love in your hands, 2863|And I shall know of that new love 2863|How long it is, how dear. 2863|But it has come upon me this late 2863|To keep Love's secret. And I wait. 2863|You may not know it this late. 2863|It can be any more. 2863|The dark has come upon me; 2863|A cry of anguish, like the cry 2863|Of some strong heart with anguish in it, 2863|From a heart that, in the darkness, 2863|Forgot its own anguish. 2863|The dark hath taken my soul 2863|On to the dark: it is there; 2863|For I forget the great, cold hills 2863|Where my spirit used to be. 2863|I forget the grassy plains, the little rills 2863|Where my beloved once went swimming; 2863|The green, sweet meadows, the great, clear, deep streams 2863|Where I used to lie free and warm. 2863|That's all o'er. I know not where I am, 2863|Where I used to be; and I don't care 2863|If I'm now in the dark. 2863|I only know when I recall 2863|A little garden-close, 2863|And an old house and grey brick ======================================== SAMPLE 15790 ======================================== 25340|"Oh! what is that which he is not to have!" 25340|"I know not, sir." -- "I'll soon be back again!" 25340|"Now, what is he to do?" "'Tis well; 25340|He doth make a glorious image to the sight." 25340|"It is the great chief of Morvale to the gate." 25340|"I saw 'em in Paris a fortnight since, 25340|In their last battle with the Lombards." 25340|"What did the king of Arragon do?" 25340|"The king of Arragon did but sail to sea, 25340|His navy to the Sandwich Islands." 25340|"What was his message to the sea?" said she. 25340|"He sent a long and beautiful set of charts 25340|To King Bruges, that he might know the cause[s] 25340|Of all his wars; and whatsoe'er they cost 25340|He thought he might have well repaid that price 25340|By the good faith and skill of the old man." 25340|The old man, who, like the rest of the world, 25340|Had felt the weight of the great world's cares,[v] 25340|To be with Morvale and with Ellenmere-- 25340|To be with them was his highest honour--[v] 25340|Said, "May I come, my dear, to-morrow day!" 25340|And they went away on the day of the feast. 25340|What a pity that the old man had died! 25340|But they took him to Ellenmere, where now 25340|(With his old coat and his old head-cap, too) 25340|The venerable and faithful youth[z] is laid;[a] 25340|And one says: "Here's good old Tom to kiss our beard!" 25340|But one says: "Let's leave such old friends to men; 25340|The time is ripe for a changed friendship, I fear, 25340|"And thus it will, and has been for years and years! 25340|The time has now arrived, the time has now arrived 25340|When this love shall be realized; the hour is now come, 25340|"When the great sun, the great sun, the greatest sun, 25340|Shall light that love on many a world-wandering eye, 25340|And his bright beam shall shine on many a land and town." 25340|Then said the old man, with his dark-blue eyes: 25340|"I am here, but not alone. I am here, and I 25340|Am friend and associate of all good and bad; 25340|"And now, to-day, and ever now, and evermore, 25340|I am loved of all, with love that never will die. 25340|What ailing am I?--I could tell you, dear friend: 25340|Your heart is at rest; the world stands still to hear. 25340|How, at the name of this poor loving friendship, 25340|The heart of my old man all its sorrows thrills! 25340|"But what is ailing you?--I love you more, 25340|I love you more; your friends I love with all my soul; 25340|And I could not be where you would not be, dear friend, at all." 25340|The old man was in a sorry plight, 25340|And in his ears the sighings of the wind; 25340|The night came on; he could not see at all, 25340|As through a forest, from a little tree, 25340|The moon rise, before the gloaming was done, 25340|A moon so dimly, yet so clear and bright: 25340|He knew that it was coming--and he feared, 25340|As one that knows a grievous doom around him, 25340|That 'twas the very hour of all his pain. 25340|And this was not his only grief, which lay 25340|Like fire and flood upon the old man's heart, 25340|Who scarce had time to count three or four 25340|Of the wild waves which rushed against his face; 25340|Whilst all around him he could see and hear 25340|The voices of the angry and the bold, 25340|Who would not bear all, and would not own his right-- 25340|And thus he was, ======================================== SAMPLE 15800 ======================================== 17270|And I hope ye wyl not for to shrow 17270|At your great paine, I prayes 17270|For my selfe, I would say good night, 17270|And yf I were a Knight to see you, 17270|I wil make yee all one bit. 17270|Now I believe, that ye wyl say good night, 17270|And all of your selfe for me, 17270|And that ye wyl neuer feare, that ye wyl say good night 17270|And that ye wyl neuer feare. 17270|And if that I have erred not of right, 17270|I wil of my selfe make yee 17270|And for your goodnes and your gree, 17270|I wil have none to see yee. 17270|I pray you on your bed of silk and sack, 17270|But yf you be not in bed before that, 17270|I wyl not soothly go to your bed, 17270|For I shal neuer come againe to yee. 17270|For yf I were in bed before that, 17270|I shal not so gladly dee, 17270|For I shal ne veraly telle yee 17270|Whome I did neither make, 17270|But it shal be the same to bothe, 17270|That yf yvn shal be sauor to yow, 17270|Whom I ne wolde bring to nought. 17270|Al were I in a cloath of golde and powres 17270|Sitting with twelve of chamberlein 17270|And yre of honyamore, but I neuer shal 17270|Sitt in a chamber, it is bad behynde, 17270|For they will make it full oer 17270|Wherfore I would have you shende, 17270|That I shal be a myle of goodnes 17270|That I can do nought, at my owne coste 17270|But I will make a bed for yewes, 17270|That you may be contented 17270|Of any one that wyll be 17270|Or ever I come to you, 17270|So that they may contented 17270|Bring me oute of the way. 17270|This ye booke wch hath me fethered for a long 17270|And long time, that ther may be no respyne 17270|Of man, in this worlde, to suery other place 17270|But that he shal be sure, with so bifore his hewe 17270|To be contented, 17270|And as yis I wyll that yf he hadde lyve, 17270|Shall he not be contented? 17270|Ye shalte not longe 17270|Kisse him, but hold him faste fast on his defaltee, 17270|And let no little toyt, 17270|But be himselfe in his servyse. 17270|For whiche I haue said in this manere. 17270|Yet yf he wyll not lette them, fere ye wel, 17270|I pray God pity them, 17270|Ne no rewarde me of any thing 17270|Ne of loue, for they shal none al ne sulde: 17270|And so that you be contented, 17270|Of any one to come from you 17270|That hath the craft of love to rome to kepe: 17270|Lorde, I wyll be contente your manere 17270|And kepe you contented. Now if that it fare 17270|And I come up in a bedde 17270|With whome yeeres that are yong and so 17270|That I ne may not have my bratide, 17270|Yet yf I you praye, that yt be your lote 17270|Yift furth ylle and you lym the same: 17270|Lorde, I wyll be contente yt, 17270|And yf yt be ylle wel, I fare you wel. 17270|He answered no, but gan adde grace 17270|Of his great faith, and in this wise he seyde. 17270|Come now, and I will ======================================== SAMPLE 15810 ======================================== 35190|For to be wyde as I hadde done. 35190|aEuro~Be no more fayne, man and wife, 35190|Yf that ye will, out of my might~.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~I wyll not soe,aEuro(TM) quod Torrent, 35190|aEuro~and sawe,aEuro(TM) he againe. 35190|aEuro~Lord,aEuro(TM) she said, aEuro~hys ware!aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Thow art the way,aEuro(TM) quod Torrent, 35190|aEuro~My leve,aEuro(TM) quod Kynge wyse, 35190|And thou hast done a wonder thing! 35190|Whom sekernes sayst thou lovest wel, 35190|And hast no fere,aEuro(TM) quod he. 35190|aEuro~By the pater Nycholas,aEuro(TM) said her, 35190|aEuro~Sir, douthe take of hir yeccans, 35190|So fote ye ever it be, 35190|Thow shalt be here to yonder shore.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent wroghte him to the pryme 35190|And to the way he wente: 35190|aEuro~Dere be no more sleightes, 35190|For god be no thowre.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent goes to the castle, 35190|That of the Griffin doth bee. 35190|aEuro~God thy fetyse,aEuro(TM) quod she, 35190|For a-wroughte thy fader is!aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Fetyse,aEuro(TM) she said, at he. 35190|aEuro~Syr,aEuro(TM) seyd Torrent, aEuro~have no fear, 35190|Me schalt a-hinter yonder yet. 35190|I shall nat be alone, 35190|Whan I to the sea come, 35190|For God y-brought me to the kyng.aEuro(TM) 35190|Torrent goes to the house of Duke Eustace, 35190|The Duke doth make a great noisee, 35190|He saith that he wyll fynde him a wyfe, 35190|And also a chylding wyfe. 35190|To come to his castle 35190|A seknesse he hath made, 35190|He wyse men schalt take rest. 35190|Be thou nere out, lady faire, 35190|And, lady say and wyse, 35190|Thou shalt wyte my deeth to me. 35190|aEuro~I wyll nat,aEuro(TM) quod Torrent, 35190|aEuro~Lengere,aEuro(TM) she seyde, aEuro~I telle thee, 35190|Natheles, of me thy childre is, 35190|For my son scholde he ryde: 35190|And he wol never be thre. 35190|Thogh he come of a wysman good, 35190|As he wolde, telle him thou. 35190|He wol be thy deeth~, 35190|For thy sonne he hath thee lyght. 35190|Sone away in haste, 35190|And hym wol me thyder take, 35190|And take him to his meryght. 35190|With hym to thy chambre go, 35190|Be thyde thy seruauntes se, 35190|As I wolde fayn to doo, 35190|Tyl they neuer wolde me fayne.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Yf god he so would, 35190|He wolde he were my child?aEuro(TM) 35190|With hir be the fairest wyfe!aEuro(TM) 35190|Tyll a dayyte I toke the way 35190|Gentiles I was neyther lyke, 35190|But a knyght full of moche ferd. 35190| ======================================== SAMPLE 15820 ======================================== 19385|He was a braw lad o' foot, yet blithe and gay; 19385|And though his hair was black, and though his eyes were blue, 19385|He had a mind to cheer the hearts o' the maids, 19385|The auld matron, the young shepherdess, and me. 19385|The brawling scripper, whose name is known in the South, 19385|Saw him the twain, on a summer's day, sit down; 19385|And, as they maun sit, they chat as lang as may be, 19385|With the gowden curls 'neath bonnets o' bramble thatch, 19385|That curl'd his cheek to a roseate, bloomin' glow; 19385|Oh! how those lovely curls did a' grow down. 19385|'Twas aye the brawling scripper he loved to court, 19385|The greenest o' the langest castel, as he talked; 19385|While a' the rest o' our merry shepherds gan stare, 19385|Wi' looks o' sullen surprise, on the brawling scripper. 19385|He's walthy, braw, braw, but the poor scripper canna be, 19385|When he hears the brawling scrawls on his tongue sae lang; 19385|He is only a brawling fellow, and a brawling son, 19385|The brawling, brawling scripper in Lainglockenshire. 19385|Oh, would that I were that brawling boy sae mean! 19385|To sit in the corner and chat wi' the old scripper; 19385|Then on the red-skin, sae dark as the dawn, 19385|We'd jock up the corn-bin, and make it clapt sae sair, 19385|And then wad make a hash o' the corn-bin wi' braw. 19385|Aye, would that I were that brawling braw, 19385|For, lang as I lo'e my Jack, I lo'e my Willie! 19385|If it's the brawling scripper, when there's auld or young, 19385|There's nane in a' the clans i' a' the valley left sae wae; 19385|I'll gang a-town, and I'll gang a-town, 19385|The lads shall be jaupin and braw, 19385|And the lasses shall tak' to their bridal, 19385|For it's bonnie a day's the fair in May, 19385|The rose-bud, wi' the thorny tow, 19385|Is blooming fair at the fair in May 19385|At every fairs I am going to see. 19385|The carline in her cithern silk hat, 19385|The croppy lady, and gowk noo sham, 19385|The laddie that gars my bosom swell, 19385|And the lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The carline in her cithern silk hat, 19385|The croppy lady, and she_lwys,_ 19385|The lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The carline in her cithern silk hat, 19385|The croppy lady, and the_lwys,_ 19385|The lady that's sae just like me. 19385|The gowk noo sham, I maun stop him, 19385|For I think they're sae crude and coarse, 19385|And then I'll gang a-town, an' I'll gang a-town, 19385|I'll bang their brains amang the lave, 19385|The rascal that raps on the toun-floor, 19385|I'll bawl at him and call him coward, 19385|And when he turns up his nostril down. 19385|The rascal that raps on the toun-floor, 19385|I'll blow a loud, a long, a deep, 19385|And then a long time it's licht and lee, 19385|For I'll haud my gowd a-lan', 19385|I'll bite that rascal that's baith leal and ======================================== SAMPLE 15830 ======================================== 8187|Who with the last and loveliest of souls 8187|Will rise to reach the skies at last. 8187|Then hail it well, as from the skies 8187|It rises to the light of day, 8187|And be the guardian of the young, 8187|And comfort them as in love. 8187|There is a bird in London--a bird I've heard 8187|From many a shire and many a town of folk-- 8187|But who was he that brought him to _my_ town? 8187|Nay, boy! (he whispers) but mind him well-- 8187|He'll many a day be here, if I don tarry. 8187|When first in this world I set eyes on thee, 8187|It was as thou wert yesterday I knew thee; 8187|In thee I found immortality; 8187|Thy very breath was like the summer air, 8187|Fresh as the dew upon the orchard boughs;-- 8187|Like thee, thou still art, and thou still shalt be. 8187|I may not ask thee now for any occupation; 8187|I may not ask where thy home was ere thou wert driven; 8187|Thou art my very Castle!--for this I fear me, 8187|Though never a tear thy latest form shall dower; 8187|And though my lips may e'er a tear give to thee, 8187|Yet--thou _is_ to me still sunshine and moonlight. 8187|If, as I say, I come not next, remember me, 8187|And while I sleep I'll be thy fondest frien's; 8187|I shall not cease, till my last task shall be done, 8187|Nor cease till the great heart of England 8187|Shall feel that _our_ land has found the _best_ King! 8187|Oh! many a king has gone before, 8187|Too brave for glory to aspire; 8187|Who died at Mareotis, and left us his fame. 8187|And when he died, he died to save, 8187|And when his kingdom was dissolved, 8187|The King and I were reconciled. 8187|_The King and I_--let's dream that he 8187|Now lives at Magi the Martyr; 8187|At Magi the Martyr have we met; 8187|His crown and scepter have all pass'd away; 8187|And even his laurels are no more: 8187|But, tho' that crown, with all its silver hoary, 8187|Still lingers on the ground about, 8187|I think the laurel will not long endure. 8187|But the _martyr's_ glory is more pure, I'm glad to see, 8187|Because 'tis the most high and holy thing, 8187|And has the best claim to rank among the things 8187|That can be known the most to God dear, 8187|Because it has been by the Martyrs known. 8187|The martyr's bright martyrdom I've long been fond of; 8187|And still in remembrance of their high renown, 8187|I longs that laurels should again grow there. 8187|The Martyrs are not saints, _howe'er_ they are _howe'er_ 8187|I'm grateful for the crown _they've_ attain'd; 8187|And they, too, to those who would _their_ laurels claim, 8187|May they, if they will, their place obtain. 8187|For the same cause, tho' the Martyr's laurel might, 8187|On some pious heart, be worse than vain; 8187|_They_ have no title to the crown they shed, 8187|And _there_, they are not martyrs, indeed! 8187|'Tis my belief that in all times before and after 8187|The Martyr's name was dead or unknown, 8187|The blood of the martyrs have shed fresh wine, 8187|And their white hair, as they did shine before-- 8187|Whether the world was in want or in peace, 8187|The martyr's dark glory may have been bright! 8187|Of all the ills which afflict this earthly clime, 8187|That black disease called Death, I hate the sore most: 8187|And with a heart ======================================== SAMPLE 15840 ======================================== 3023|Her dear, old, friend. 3023|I thought of that when you said 'twas a shame 3023|To let you see such things; 3023|When I saw you take a small thing so fine, 3023|A life, in your own way, so noble, sweet,-- 3023|Such little things as she. 3023|A wise woman should not make her own way! 3023|No more of that! 3023|Then see, how fair she seems! 3023|A woman's hands, 3023|She wears her golden ringlets in her eyes, 3023|(Such little bells as we have never seen!) 3023|Where'er we gaze she seems so great, so fair, 3023|That all our hearts with pleasure beat; 3023|And ever, in the world's broad avenue, 3023|Circles her smiling view, 3023|Whirls her, all her beauty's flame and rapture through 3023|The streets they roam along, 3023|And with a smile 3023|Blends her presence with a city's noise, 3023|A city's life and din! 3023|In a world like that, 3023|What is the use of all the songs we sing? 3023|Nought we can bring our loves and joys to bear on, 3023|It's all for the love of her on whose brow we rely, 3023|In a world like this, 3023|What is the use of all the great we strive for? 3023|Only the toil and care of love, aye! 3023|Ah! 'twere the very peace of life, I swear! 3023|And the truest words of praise 3023|Would she still be hidden and alone, 3023|To sit here in a world like this! 3023|(They make haste in all directions to enclose with her the handkerchief-- 3023|"Why, this seems to be the best of all! 3023|Why should we care about those tears? 3023|She sits with a smile on her face,-- 3023|I think we should have a play! 3023|What is that, a golden ringlet, you haint, 3023|Or what are the tiny bells? 3023|Then let us go and play. 3023|Come here, my little lady, be still, 3023|We hear her softly whisper, "Sleep, 3023|Sleep, my babe, and we'll watch and pray, 3023|Until at length that hour appear, 3023|When we shall awake and think all things over." 3023|Oh, my dear baby, (so much I know), 3023|And how you cried, when first I told you so, 3023|With such unquiet voice! 3023|I could weep and whisper, but how 3023|Would you be then so dull and sad? 3023|Then, for all my words, a whisper now! 3023|My dear! you've been so wild and bold, 3023|It has been a fearful thing to hear; 3023|And yet, you never will lie still, 3023|You'll only whistle soon! 3023|Aye, I know! 3023|Aye aye! 3023|I heard your mother laugh with joy 3023|When father came from war, 3023|To look upon you--a babe once more. 3023|I saw your father, and my sweet 3023|Mother, too, who said 3023|That I was quite a grown up doll, 3023|In such a raggish way with them, 3023|That even my own father thought 3023|(Which might have much amused you, dearie) 3023|That I was rather too old. 3023|But, oh! 3023|What good, what joy the mother showed, 3023|When she found her little daughter not quite dead! 3023|And when she put her arms round me, and clasp'd my neck! 3023|Ah, you, my own! (and you are not quite dead, alas!) 3023|You're not dead, alas! 3023|Oh, no! 3023|You are not dead, (as you'd wish it so,) 3023|As it were, but very well may be, 3023|In a very bad way. 3023|With what delight to be 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 15850 ======================================== Mayhap I did 18396|Aught by the green grass, or the dew, 18396|Or the dimpling stream, or the sky! 18396|But not by my sorrow know! 18396|Sore and unutter'd woe! 18396|But a blessing, and a boon! 18396|In her eyes my hopes were crown'd, 18396|And the glories of my youth, 18396|Shone brighter than my foes! 18396|And 'tis sweet when fann'd by one, 18396|As is the morning's ray-- 18396|But when the sun, in pride, 18396|Sits silent as the Dove! 18396|No: her eyes that sorrow fill, 18396|Shall show thee, how I love thee! 18396|The maid in the garden who can tell 18396|To what strange form, or from what stem, 18396|The leafy vines have fallen round 18396|For one to see?-- 18396|--But with her eyes and with her hand 18396|The young woodbine, in joy and woe, 18396|She doth bring. 18396|The maid in the garden where young birds sing 18396|And the green leaves hang, and whisper, tell, 18396|Of what strange song's so wildly sweet, 18396|That each night the moon appears 18396|Among the stars?-- 18396|Who, when the morn comes, in the dark green tree, 18396|Has a doubt thereon to mark her mood? 18396|And hear I in the trees the wail, 18396|Or do they think my fancy's in a trance? 18396|No: her voice speaks not from the string, 18396|Her eyes no glance betray; 18396|Yet as I hear, I feel her soul as clear, 18396|And in her voice. 18396|There's a woman of the North--she goes by names 18396|More fair than those of heaven; she hath a tongue 18396|All o'er like the softest angels' wings, 18396|And a cheek like the dawn's first new-fallen rose. 18396|She hath seen many a cause to blossom in love, 18396|And many a heart-felt beam to waken there, 18396|And a world of beauty from her brows to her eyes; 18396|Yet one mark of the wintry world she hath never, 18396|Though she was heaven's queen. 18396|There's a little child of the soil she may see; 18396|Though all the world like her is dreaming, she 18396|Doth know for her what's in its heart, and in 18396|Its heart, what's in its heart. 18396|There's a youth of a little house near the green, 18396|And a heart as soft as a leaf of May, 18396|Whose little hours all fair days have begun; 18396|Yet thro' an eddy and a twist of thought, 18396|A leaf of thought goes flying by him; 18396|He hears, and he sighs, and he turns away 18396|To the other day's dull heart, where all is dark; 18396|He turns away, and the sunbeam goes 18396|From the green leaf on the tree, to the bright 18396|Spring again! 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the birds are here to sing again, 18396|And the streamlet's laughing with delight, 18396|And all things are glad and gay. 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the flowers are here to spring anew, 18396|And the grass grows soft, and the birds do sing; 18396|And I see the day-star by the rill 18396|Soaring light between the hill 18396|So wide, it is his name for Heaven. 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the sunshine through the pines is there; 18396|As if God's hand from clouds did pass, 18396|For ever with eternal spring. 18396|'Tis the Spring--'tis the Spring! 18396|And the earth is glad of all it has, 18396|And the birds are here, and the nightingale, 18396|And the air, with the ======================================== SAMPLE 15860 ======================================== 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ of a fayre fissheȝ in þe fayreste, 30282|As þe fyrieste schal of a flete ryȝt, 30282|For a fetyse þat was no fayre in þe seluen: 30282|Alle þ{o}u is wern i{n} þy londe of þy lorde, 30282|Bot þy leve of ryȝt & þy lorde i{n} þise myȝt. 30282|Þat was so þat wat{er} lyttel watȝ myȝt 30282|Þat þ{o}u noȝt þynk hy{m} wed, 30282|& eu{er} þy wedeȝ v{er}go, 30282|Þat þ{o}u wy{n}ne als wote, 30282|How þ{o}u wy{m}me watȝ by mony vncoures, 30282|& þ{o}u wy{m}me aslyp þe wyf, 30282|How þ{o}u wel wyth lyttel þe wodest fowle 30282|Bothe þy fetyse & þy fayr.” 30282|Þe{n}ne lyked & sekern wern lyke, 30282|Þen sayde i{n} her mekeȝ hy{m} seluen, 30282|“& euen as I lyke i{n} worschipe, 30282|So euers i{n} wylful watȝ heȝeȝ, 30282|Þat may þ{o}u wende of þy myȝt.” 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ i{n} þy londe watȝ ky{n}g; 30282|Þer su{n}eȝ vche a syȝt þy speche, 30282|Þer vpon þy wod{er}eȝ to wyf; 30282|Bot al watȝ as lef, ne lef of nyȝt; 30282|As þe depe day gaf away i{n}-to þe schete, 30282|Þe vengau{n}ce watȝ fors{er}ed þy p{re}saȝt, 30282|Ȝet watȝ neu{er} so bad þe bale, 30282|Whyl þ{o}u deuysen on þy dom þole, 30282|Þ{o}u was neu{er} þyn þ{er} i{n}ne. 30282|The first half of the seventh stanza does not have a line which separates it 30282|beginning from the end. The other half is anachronism: 30282|“Þe{n}ne þe god & he þ{a}t was þ{o}u halde & he{m} wroȝt, 30282|As horeȝ hem lofly, þy lyf-fete hade neu{er} prened, 30282|Þat neu{er} bihynde þer roȝ samee bihinde, 30282|& þ{o}u biholȝ watȝ by hy{m} weder þroȝ hem þat were, 30282|To þe grete ryng, þaȝ lenge þ{o}u nolde hafe, 30282|Bot þ{o}u hade þis vengau{n}ce þy wyt, 30282|Hit lyked hem longe & lygged hem & alle þe gyse, 30282|& he{m} hale wolde haue lenge of þe lofte, 30282|Þaȝ þ{o}u oþ{er} þy{n} hem hade þaȝ longe, 30282|& wern hit not þou{n}t vp-wel ne moȝt; 30282|Þ{ ======================================== SAMPLE 15870 ======================================== 24269|Shall the Phæacians, whose city lies at the entry 24269|Of the deep Cretan deep; I mean the sons of 24269|Phocus. Thus shall they live; but thou who dwell'st 24269|Amid these dwellings, let not any 24269|Of Phæacia e'er approach thine; his presence 24269|I forbid as much by the eternal Gods. 24269|He said; nor any spake, but each his 24269|Deitie to prevent th' attempt, retired to 24269|His chambers of repose, each in his own 24269|The dwelling, and their homes, the Phæacians, 24269|A race of men native to the country. 24269|Then, issuing forth, the Gods with him retired 24269|To their homes, to the fair gardens of Pylos, 24269|Maiden-crown'd Chiron, and great Iälaÿse, 24269|And the city-waster Melampus. But first, 24269|The son of Tydeus, that King of all his host, 24269|His palace to the daughters of the Kings-- 24269|She, who had heard her father speak of her,-- 24269|He summoned forth, and gave both to her; both 24269|To Thoüs gave to Telemachus his bride 24269|His daughter, and he gave the sons of his house, 24269|To Eurymachus a son, a youth unmeet 24269|For womankind, whose only excellence was pace. 24269|A maiden of such graceful feature and of mien 24269|No mortal ever saw, but whom the Gods 24269|Seem'd willing to allow to Telemachus, 24269|For that he nowise wished to take off her veil 24269|And lay before her rosy cheeks a veil 24269|Of golden hue; in love with him she seem'd 24269|As on his other suit his wife enjoined 24269|Responsive service. In her presence thus 24269|Tydides entertain'd, and thus resumed. 24269|I have a son, and other daughters mine, 24269|A son, a mighty ruler, Phæacia's King; 24269|But him some God may scatter evermore, 24269|For we, we are but sons of men; and I 24269|And all, we Phæacians. I alone 24269|Hear now the prophesy and the prophetic fire. 24269|She ended, and all sat awhile in vain, 24269|Till now at length she ceased, and thus revived. 24269|Alas! thy son is dead. Now therefore heed, 24269|And my progeny (if thou wilt obey) 24269|That thou and all may perish in thy cause; 24269|Thou, therefore, must take to thee thy wife, 24269|And send her hence to far distant lands, 24269|If thou the Gods do, as thou hast enow. 24269|To whom then Telemachus, discrete, 24269|Replied, steadfast. But he felt a chill 24269|Possess'd by doubt, which thus he chid again. 24269|Why not at least a wife enjoy at once 24269|An equal in distinction? Why delay? 24269|The marriage market is all set; make haste, 24269|Nor let a virgin's nuptials pass unnoticed! 24269|So saying, he stood, and with a hand he shake'd 24269|A ploughshare; two spurs of brass, and a bough 24269|Of brazen-studded bronze, he press'd to ground, 24269|Next, pressing, with a double vail, tow'd up 24269|A stool of bark, and thence at once to arms 24269|Attire'd, whom cheer'd Iris as she came. 24269|O'er all her limbs fragrant hyacinth wreaths 24269|And myrrh diffus'd, in wide scroll confos'd, 24269|And, by their odorous breath, the air of Troy 24269|With odorous aroma fill'd the court around. 24269|Then Iris, first, with fairest semblance bright 24269|Inviting to the feast the suitors' eyes, 24269|On golden throne placed; a golden goblet 24269|She from the banquet on a silver table 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 15880 ======================================== 38520|His last word was "Durn ye!" 38520|O'er the dark waves he bore her 38520|In faith and hope unsought; 38520|But the storm came on her, 38520|And O, the soul was dear; 38520|And she could not sing and wait 38520|In church as at home; 38520|Yet in all her dying ways 38520|This sorrow of his, 38520|This parting-love of his, 38520|Was only, "Durn ye!" 38520|Then, turning, on the sea-shore 38520|She laid her body down; 38520|Where, on the day of doom, 38520|The angel watch-fires shone; 38520|Where, on the day of doom, 38520|The day that death shall meet, 38520|And the Lord's judgment-day be 38520|Only, "Durn ye!" 38520|To this day I have made that record, 38520|And many days shall make it; 38520|It must be faithful, in its trust, 38520|Until the judgment-day. 38520|The day shall come, I know not when, 38520|For I believe this most true; 38520|And that is all I have to say 38520|In my memorial. 38520|The judgment day is not to come, 38520|Though I think I see it now; 38520|But as it is to that day, 38520|Let us take it, gladly. 38520|My heart, with many a sad year 38520|Afore me now waits, 38520|Where I was born and bred fore'er 38520|Between the seas. 38520|The year's past; and, when the moon 38520|Hath set once more, 38520|I shall lie in the land of dreams 38520|Where I was born. 38520|My eyes shall see it, and my ears 38520|Shall hear it, and my heart shall know 38520|The mirth that it has known, 38520|Forever, since the day It began 38520|To be. 38520|My life shall pass, of earth and sin 38520|As fair a way, 38520|As e'er was trod upon, as I 38520|To-night shall trod. 38520|My soul, with many a sad year 38520|Afore me now waits, 38520|Shall dwell in the season-land 38520|Afar away; 38520|Or, on some tree there shall be 38520|A lodge of flowers, at peace, 38520|Where many sweet-voiced winds will come 38520|And make a paradise 38520|For me, and none shall know of me 38520|To tell. 38520|There's a stillness in the heart 38520|That would possess the soul, 38520|If it but breathe a word. 38520|And the voice is silent as th' 38520|Injunction 38520|Of the law of motion. 38520|And the silence hath the power 38520|Of one word, or a dozen, 38520|To draw the tears out of my eyes 38520|And the silence hath the power 38520|Of all the tongues in heaven. 38520|Ah, in a world like this 38520|Why should some few, or all, 38520|Such thoughts have power to shake 38520|The spirit with so wild a fear, 38520|And sway some with emotion, 38520|Who have nothing with this in common, 38520|But the wild thoughts of a man 38520|Born to the throne? 38520|I have never been at ease 38520|In the face of any one, 38520|And a few hours in the grave 38520|I can tell of, when my face 38520|Was flushed, as with a crime. 38520|So I will speak and I tell 38520|The tale of each day's past; 38520|It seems the only good-bye 38520|That I could ever make for you 38520|To leave your sin and shame, 38520|And to live more pleasantly, 38520|In the quiet life that's thine, 38520|Than to set up a cause for God, 38520|To tell of evil done, 38520|Of the long ======================================== SAMPLE 15890 ======================================== 8187|To be made in Heaven;--for I, a poor old slave 8187|Of lust and lust's desire, must toil from morn 8187|Till evening,--worship at the cost of thee;-- 8187|Thus must I earn in Hell thy justest grace, 8187|And all in vain to me this bliss is meant! 8187|Alas, what cares I for all this! what cares 8187|I only that beneath my fetters doom 8187|My name has lost--forgett not--my world's fame, 8187|Even in the earth, to those I love and feed 8187|The thought of these I loved, and have not known; 8187|And in that thought is life! alas, that thought 8187|Would give that life to be of God unblest! 8187|The angel in them, to whose eyes I sent 8187|These words of praise, I dare not even dream, 8187|While thus my life was bound, to such a chains 8187|As never bore the slave of man before; 8187|And yet the spirit seemed too warm to fly, 8187|Too deeply in that fetter's chains entwined 8187|To let it fling its freedom;--like the breeze 8187|Upon wild rocks, where none but Alpine thrones 8187|So oft have clung in wildest beauty round, 8187|And only wild winds now can stir the waves. 8187|This was their song, as from their lips they sent 8187|Their praise in words that might have touched the skies; 8187|For which in heaven the light of that heart of theirs 8187|Was lit to such a height, that every spray 8187|Of praise, in heaven, must be an earthlier echo 8187|Than the throned Seraph's to the earthlier ear:-- 8187|"Worship at pleasure,--worship at will: 8187|Worship to every human soul and sense, 8187|Without the least, least stain on holy things." 8187|In heaven alone they worship now, 8187|And there alone, so near to God. 8187|For though they deem that in the human breast 8187|They must obey some more than heavenly law 8187|'Twixt those who worship Him--the worshippers 8187|Of Him in heaven--and those whose brows are rosy 8187|With the new grace which now enchants them; 8187|And though they think that the high God He adoreth, 8187|Is most in harmony with their views, 8187|Yet still within His court are those who bend 8187|To His sweet rites and inure to His law 8187|As if they only live through their deeds: 8187|Some in their hearts so warm, that they would give 8187|Their all to see their Lady bow before Him; 8187|Others would sink within a mile of where 8187|They stand and love Him best whom they adore;-- 8187|And still others, more devout and modest, 8187|Are ready to lay their souls to the altar, 8187|And even wish, tho' they should kneel before Him 8187|For all to worship Him who, in these days, 8187|Has breathed out many a new and wondrous spell, 8187|That even in such a day as this, He might 8187|Breathe forth, ere now, a new creation vast, 8187|Of worlds to circle each with each at ease; 8187|And, still in a world as fair as that there, 8187|Where He could draw them like a single thread 8187|Tied to each other's finger, from where the eye, 8187|Like a star, in a deep-dyed milky dawn, 8187|Pulsed to the music of a thousand joys-- 8187|Would circle with such love, they're sure to bring 8187|A heaven to this the new creation here, 8187|And leave Him, as He comes, in an embrace 8187|Of a new birthright here, while those who kneel 8187|To worship him, would feel--'twas a feeling 8187|That is now like that of birds when their wings 8187|Are open to the sun--that all souls should join 8187|Amid the bliss here, in bliss they should feel:-- 8187|And still the first will be they ======================================== SAMPLE 15900 ======================================== 37155|And the old woman that holds the candle, 37155|"Is the mother that gave you up to me, 37155|And the first I know it that I hear from you; 37155|Have you been happy from day to day?" 37155|The second time the man began to speak: 37155|"I was happy at twelve and not a child, 37155|And at twenty-two is not afraid, 37155|And I know the reasons that made me so." 37155|"Well, you are old," the third old fellow replied, 37155|"And you never shall know the joys of youth; 37155|But this old woman, having been a mother, 37155|Is the reason, and the old man's wife, 37155|That you should live in your old way again. 37155|"For all the joys of your days were mine, 37155|And the reason that you should work and sing 37155|And make merry at all times of the day; 37155|For when I was a woman, who was then 37155|I never had the chance to make games. 37155|"So I said: 'Now I will have a game at first,"' 37155|And lo! I started in my game to play 37155|With all the young men I had to choose from. 37155|"As to dancing, well, I was dancing all, 37155|In the old way, when the people in my street 37155|And all my friends were young and each could see 37155|The joy of a young man's dancing eyes and knees. 37155|"I was a dancer then, my friend, and danced 37155|For a season, and danced and danced away, 37155|And then, when we knew the end we knew too late, 37155|I turned and went back to the house that I 37155|Left of my poor father and mother and friends. 37155|"I danced till I was weary, for I felt 37155|That my man was a better man than me, 37155|And in my dances more like to the man 37155|Than when I went down from the old time to play; 37155|"And I said to myself: 'Here comes another boy, 37155|Or I'll lose him: and when I am old to-morrow 37155|I hope to be better than father was before; 37155|"'But it is very curious that men are good, 37155|And women such as women are bad, I think, 37155|That they care for a daughter, as I did. 37155|"And I never thought of myself as bad as they; 37155|I was quite happy with father's blessing 37155|Who had been so good to all, both his sons, 37155|Eve, and James, and Julia, and one or two 37155|Children of her own. 'Twas quite a jest 37155|To think of their marriage a hundred years hence; 37155|"But I think there's a deeper reason, 37155|Of which I have not heard, nor could say 37155|What they tell me now. 37155|'Twas not in laughter or in tears, 37155|But deep in heart and good desire 37155|For a man to stand for the right, 37155|And speak for his country with all his strength, 37155|And, for God that knows, to lead the way, 37155|Be his own light!" 37155|On March, 23, 1861, the poet William Cullen Bryant, an elected 37155|"I have lived but ill-defined years, and scarcely a minute 37155|To the rest, which, when I turn, will be all too brief. 37155|'Tis but one year yet since I went forth, and came back, 37155|With sword in hand, to Washington, and there I stayed; 37155|To-night I sit here in the same place, and count 37155|The days that have passed and that now fly. 37155|"One night, one night, 37155|I saw the light of life 37155|Come out beneath the mountain's brow; 37155|Some Indian chief was lying, all in white, 37155|And the moon was above him. I turned away 37155|To escape the sight of such--a ghastly sight, 37155|With dripping eyes and bare arm and bleeding breast, 37155|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 15910 ======================================== 1062|Whom the black carrion flies, 1062|But with all his dead and wailing cries, 1062|He comes not back again. 1062|Who has said, "Give in," and loved; 1062|"Let the lover fall and drown;" 1062|Whose life hath been a sad, slow span, 1062|Till this sad life is o'er. 1062|Who hath said, "Love is strong;" 1062|"Drawn through the wilderness together, 1062|One thought of loving found him;" 1062|Whose soul hath been as molten gold, 1062|And still is burning hot. 1062|Who hath said, "Life is short;" 1062|"Things endure for ever"; 1062|Things that he can't create. 1062|What he cannot buy with his breath, 1062|He lives on too with life. 1062|Who hath learned life's secrets; 1062|Life "to feed his thirst;" 1062|To drink his blood in death. 1062|Who hath prayed for life to grow; 1062|Life that "grinds upward;" 1062|And he can pray to go. 1062|And all for a dead bird's wings, 1062|And all for a dead leaf. 1062|And all for a dead bird's wings, 1062|And life that never dies. 1062|O my love is as soft as a spider's web, 1062|And she will not leave me till I make her a new one. 1062|For many and many a day she lives, and is free, 1062|And I am well content if she alone lives to-day. 1062|I can see no reason why she should not be as wise 1062|As the bee that from the hive has just come out again; 1062|For I have drunk of her honey, and I have said, "Bless me! 1062|If I die before that day I shall be sure she lives." 1062|But ah! she lives, I say; what can it matter to you, 1062|If we both die when the honey-bee is long out of fashion? 1062|O no! it must be better that she lives, and you die. 1062|If you must die it will not be as easy for you; 1062|For you can work out your salvation as well as I. 1062|"Be a Christian!" I said to God, as I knelt upon the ground; 1062|"Work out your salvation if you choose, as I can work!" 1062|"I am a poor old man," they said; "we sent you to live with us, 1062|You do as you are bid and we will help you at any rate, 1062|But please lend me an ear, so we may know each other's accounts." 1062|They took my ten sheep from the fold. They knelt down and made 1062|swearing, in which every man acted as if he were tied. 1062|Now when that old man was done with his prayers, and was praying again, 1062|He put on his old coat, and a long new shoe for the dog, 1062|He put on his old hat, and a long new coat, and bow, bow, bow. 1062|I was as full of sorrowful thoughts, as puddled water is full 1062|Of little fish that come out of its waters when the rain is over. 1062|It is a long winter's night, 1062|And snow lies about our town; 1062|'Tis a bleak, bleak road to tread; 1062|We lose our wits each time we see; 1062|There isn't a thing to do but talk, 1062|And nobody else to meet; 1062|My horse's head droops low and he's weary; 1062|It's a long winter's night, 1062|And there's nobody home to-night. 1062|(From the "Gloria Unduli"). 1062|I thought I could not love you, 1062|Though you are all my own; 1062|I said no word of _hate_, 1062|Nor _hate_, nor _hate_ am I! 1062|But I am glad, I am glad, 1062|That you hate me so, 1062|And that your face was bent to the tear, 1062|And that your ======================================== SAMPLE 15920 ======================================== 1002|I would that I were a spirit pure and 1002|Transparent, so that all the other ghosts 1002|Might then as clear and luminous seem. 1002|Ere I go, I would be ready, on which is 1002|Explanation why the rock is shrouded." 1002|"I do not blame thee, if thou fear," said he 1002|"Before I go to-morrow, that I may ruin thee." 1002|I felt constrained to give him answer "Agreed," 1002|And answered: "I fear not anything." 1002|"Now, if the time please be," said he then, 1002|"Tidings I can impart of a new matter 1002|Which I believe will please thee well, that will be 1002|Thy third discourse concerning Transhuman." 1002|And I again: "What truth is this?" He replied; 1002|"Since it is made to come third from their First, 1002|Other rumours it is fit to confide." 1002|And I to him: "It seems to me a great sin 1002|That a third time should there be messengers 1002|Between us and this third mockery, who commit it 1002|Not by decrees but by th' authority 1002|Of some high Pontiff; so is there put in issue 1002|From his Spirit matters alien to his own." 1002|And there he brake off, for some longer speech 1002|He thought would demand his time; and I alone 1002|Recovering, said: "Now stay thou here, and do not 1002|Become acquainted even with thy discourse 1002|With that pernicious act, whereby he despairs 1002|Our silence, which makes swiftness here speedy." 1002|"How with such words," said he, "comes the tongue of him 1002|Whose name I am rehearsing? At the first he said 1002|To me: 'Thou art chilled with fear; come, speak of it; 1002|Yea, speak; for thou art surely well."--"O papist," 1002|I answered him, "this frost is not for appetite, 1002|But with that fear which comes of close endurance. 1002|Now let us mount, for here the rated sleet 1002|Brings snow even to the very belfry-point." 1002|And as he gazed at me with fixed eyes, 1002|In two deep vaults had Michel Zanche been cast. 1002|An old Pontiff he was, and thereat 1002|Was buried some time before in the shade 1002|Of two trees, one on either side of the pass; 1002|Both fallen from their parents. Thou mayst know 1002|Who both of them were, if thou art conscious yet 1002|Of upright morals, which otherwise you may 1002|Have in the Church deviated from, ere it 1002|Had by too many degenerated 1002|Into the pit I had described to you. 1002|And this we were not ware of doing, until 1002|More recently; O suaviter! so loose 1002|Thy hold upon our imagination, 1002|That without grave measure it is now fit 1002|To give you unto all the weight thou holdest. 1002|When once one doth apprehend that grave 1002|Is place provided for many people, forth 1002|Issuing from their breasts deeply ruminating, 1002|They lift their eyes, and appear to see me 1002|Descending, and with voice that well ensues 1002|Celestial speech: "If I have ever said 1002|Solely to thee, and now remember, this cave 1002|In so many details was not made for one, 1002|Who wishes to come down and dwell with God; 1002|Therefore the rock stands in the route he comes, 1002|And so does the pass that opens out of it. 1002|A long way it is from its upon the heap, 1002|Whose top is already serene with flame; 1002|But climb then as I bid thee, that the way 1002|Be not so steep to thee, and that thou speak with me. 1002|That thou mayst find the city, which thou thus 1002|To the waste of darkness mustst bring, return." 1002|Then of himself ======================================== SAMPLE 15930 ======================================== A manhood's strength 37452|Throbs by night in the heart of man; 37452|The flesh will grow weak in its bonds 37452|Before the heart's last bond is broke. 37452|I am a son of man's first race; 37452|To-night I feel the pulse of man 37452|In my brother-man's flesh, 37452|And from the body's place I hear 37452|The voice of the voice of man. 37452|'Tis said, the spirit makes the flesh, 37452|From which our body is taken; 37452|For 'tis not the body that dies, 37452|But the spirit's place in God's mind. 37452|"But thou hast the same gift of God 37452|As Adam's spirit, Godlike!" said he; 37452|And the Spirit said, "We will go 37452|And work the wonder at a stone." 37452|And the Spirit, with a word, 37452|Left that place of life for this place, 37452|And came to me after me. 37452|It was a spot to mark a wall 37452|That held a manhood's strength, 37452|And I looked upon the wall. 37452|I saw the manhood's strength, 37452|I heard a voice say, 37452|"I carry in the dark this wall, 37452|And never would I take it down!" 37452|The walls are old, and stand 37452|Beneath the sun and moon, 37452|And men that are not free. 37452|"Bolder thou," I cried, 37452|"Lover of God! 37452|And now, if thou art free, 37452|Take not what I bear from me: 37452|Give me thy hand, and say, 37452|'That is a woman, who 37452|Seated in beauty hath 37452|The highest of men!' " 37452|But his lips replied, 37452|Like the waters winking-star, 37452|"Neither is this wall--" 37452|And the spirit said, 37452|"It is the spirit of a man 37452|That carries out the wall!" 37452|There is no life on earth 37452|But is bought with death, 37452|And nothing more that is sold 37452|Than is given for pain; 37452|And he that buys can never 37452|Be born of sin. 37452|If his hand could wipe away 37452|This awful deed 37452|On his hand, he would not 37452|Be born of sin. 37452|If he lay his hand there, and lo, 37452|All is well! 37452|But God is not a part of it, 37452|And man is of His will. 37452|_To the spirit who can do this _on high_. 37452|The wings of the bird are light, 37452|The feet of the slave are set; 37452|The slave is flying, and the bird 37452|Is in the world of the sky, 37452|And the wind is moaning on the hill, 37452|And the wild sea-mew cries. 37452|On the shore of the lonely sea, 37452|As in a calm retreat, 37452|The man whose sin has broken down 37452|The gates of God and the world, 37452|Comes on his sea-sick ship 37452|To tread the sun and sail the skies 37452|By day and by night; 37452|And, having done all this, he rises 37452|Up from the beach of the sea, 37452|And to some heart of the sea-mew 37452|Comes back to rest again. 37452|He's coming home to the world of the sea, 37452|To the heart of his God, 37452|With a little ship and a little soul 37452|And a little heart of wings; 37452|For the heart he has broken and broken, 37452|That has lived in the open breast, 37452|A man, not a God,-- 37452|The man that he has sinned against, 37452|Is not God to whom he is come; 37452|But he sits there, his old, gray beard 37452|In the sun, the bird in the sky, 37452| ======================================== SAMPLE 15940 ======================================== 42041|And that the great god is so wise-- 42041|I love him as I ever loved 42041|A good king, who is worthy. 42041|_I love him as I ever loved 42041|A good king, who is worthy._ 42041|As a poor child 42041|I wandered up and down 42041|By myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on. 42041|But the time had come for the ocean-rush 42041|To call up the sailors and row them home. 42041|Now they came in by the long white road, 42041|And the long white road ran straight ahead: 42041|But the little boat had passed and they came, 42041|And the little boat went on forever by. 42041|_Now they came in by the long white road, 42041|And the long white road ran straight ahead._ 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on, 42041|As I went on and on, 42041|So, oh, so far 42041|From all and each-- 42041|From all and each, 42041|As we went up by ourselves in the dark. 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on, 42041|And the wind came blowing, 42041|As I went on by myself in the dark. 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on, 42041|So at last I saw 42041|As I went up by myself in the dark. 42041|As I went up by myself in the dark, 42041|And I heard the great waves on the shore, 42041|As I went on by myself on the sea... the sea 42041|To my mind the same as I have seen them on: 42041|The long white waves, the great waves, the great waves. 42041|As I went up by myself without an anchor, 42041|While the great waves and the winds rushed on. 42041|As I came down the hill by the bridge at last, 42041|I saw a great white ghost as the sun shone on it. 42041|As I came down the hill, I saw a great white ghost 42041|With a great brown arm like a man's; 42041|And the arm that was bent was folded under, 42041|And the head lay on that brown arm, 42041|And I knew 'twas the head of a man and mended: 42041|For the head lay on that brown arm, 42041|And the arm lay on that brown arm, 42041|And the arm lay on that brown arm, 42041|And the arm lay on that brown arm. 42041|_As I came down the hill by the bridge at last, 42041|As I came down the hill by the bridge at last, 42041|The ghost was all in black, 42041|With the head turned right to look, 42041|And the arm resting on the head, 42041|And the arm with the arm that was bent under, 42041|And the arm that was folded under, 42041|And the brown, brown arm-- 42041|And the brown, brown arm-- 42041|And the brown, brown arm-- 42041|The brown, brown arm-- 42041|As I came down the hill-- 42041|And was lost for ever._ 42041|_And I found and found and found again and found it, 42041|And I found it the same as I had found before._ 42041|The moon's a fool that loves to see her stars, 42041|And play with gold and pearl: 42041|For, all the time, she hides the light under ground. 42041|_The moon's a fool that loves to see her stars, 42041|And play with gold and pearl._ 42041|But when the wind is up, and the wind is out, 42041|And when the grass-fire's out 42041|She hides her stars and gold in thickets green, 42041|For the wind to see it when the grass-fire's all still. 42041|_The moon's a fool that loves to see her stars, 42041|And play with gold and pearl._ 42041|When the ======================================== SAMPLE 15950 ======================================== 27221|Yet what I do, 27221|And not what thou couldst, 27221|I will not stop thy flowing stream, 27221|Although, alas! thy source may fail. 27221|Thus, like Thy Son, I will keep pace, 27221|And pace my daily course, 27221|Through thickening boughs, the burthen bear, 27221|And gall them yet to a full ripe. 27221|The yearning of my heart is kind, 27221|To know how far the ills of man 27221|And nature's ways away 27221|May yet in this brief season last. 27221|And should they last so long, 27221|How very hard at last to bend 27221|And lose my heart's most treasured dream! 27221|Yet I will speed the course, 27221|In hope to find it; 27221|My true devotion meet, in vain 27221|I trust the springtime of my days, 27221|When love shall make its coming plain, 27221|And bring the happy present near. 27221|But, ah! my fancy flies 27221|In search of new, unfamiliar things; 27221|And soon, its flight all vain, 27221|I will go back to my old-world home. 27221|Oh, when, on wintry hills, I see the snow, 27221|And on the lake the ice, how sweet to stray, 27221|And there to view Nature's smiling face! 27221|And in my pocket light 27221|The Christmas-meat to taste, 27221|And gather to my breast 27221|The Christmas-veil of purest air. 27221|How kind and charming are the scenes of life. 27221|The woods, the fields, the woods and fields above, 27221|The beeches' shadow, the oaks' dark sheltering: 27221|Nature is smiling on my fondest dream, 27221|And I can almost greet her with a sigh-- 27221|The dear dear heaven in which I dwell! 27221|How gladly would it be, from day to day, 27221|To make thy home more pretty than the skies! 27221|The Christmas-veil around thy brownings play, 27221|And bid the winter of thy heart be free! 27221|The children love the tree, and call aloud 27221|For Christmas-veil and Christmas-veil withdrawn: 27221|How happy are the children while they see 27221|The pleasant scene, and can so well contain 27221|Their wishes for the present, and their joys repent, 27221|As not to feel for sorrow when they die. 27221|In the days of yore, when first the child was born 27221|And Time was changing from the old to new row, 27221|In the young spring, when the grass and flowers were gay, 27221|In the warm sun, where the brook was glancing fair; 27221|The children cried aloud, "Oh, what a happy day! 27221|"To see the world and give mankind a smile; 27221|To live, and see the world till Life's last hour, 27221|And die;--then to go forth and find it too late; 27221|To see the world and give mankind a tear; 27221|"Oh, give us now the beautiful and bright to-day. 27221|"But, children, we must not linger long at school: 27221|We are late in learning, and long in coming, 27221|The winter winds have blown us off to play, 27221|And long the summer days will be, and last; 27221|No lessons to impart, no lessons to give. 27221|"Go home, and leave the bitter lessons to teach, 27221|Go to thy study; and if, in the coming year, 27221|Thy hands be weak, then go to nurse them in peace: 27221|No lessons to give--no lessons to 'scape, 27221|We have our bliss without our lessons to pay." 27221|Now that each day has its hours and dreary dreams, 27221|Like to a deep valley, winding and dark, 27221|O'er which the cloudless emeralds of the air 27221|Float like pale fires, and through the silent air 27221|A wintry tempest whirls the dead leaves high-- 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 15960 ======================================== 10602|With which that same great god the world did enrobe: 10602|All th'other world was at his coming then; 10602|And that day, which did see the first-fruits bled 10602|After the manner of that olde curse 10602|Which God himselfe made, the fairest rose 10602|Of all the world, and with the other queenes next 10602|Was crown'd aye with wonder on hye ryse; 10602|And in this manner were the wondrous fyre, 10602|And everie thing to praise the greatest god, 10602|That all the world and all the heavens did vaunt. 10602|But since that day, the love of gold hath made 10602|This wonder fairer by the wonder houre. 10602|O! how much better that time it were 10602|To have spent within the great city's view, 10602|Than now in passing that short time away 10602|To be in the wide field, to sit within 10602|An hundred fathoms deep, in fieldes so wide, 10602|Where there was never a nyght but had his wenches! 10602|The world of wisdom needs should there abide, 10602|And all the world with her were one wonder too; 10602|But she is at an evil time, and here, 10602|The fairest of all kingdoms that there be 10602|Was made and is not, nor can be againe, 10602|And in this wise so great a scourge doth growe, 10602|The fairest being of all things away, 10602|That in the world 'gins no man to be found. 10602|But what are we, that we should so be vexed, 10602|For having not, and being put off so; 10602|We must be weary, and to our owne needel, 10602|That he that can make a new world be glad, 10602|Must make another, that so may one make, 10602|But we are sundrie, and can make no one so; 10602|Therefore doth he persevere and linger still. 10602|Yet have I heard some say, a thousand ways 10602|He goeth to get money; but, what they mean, 10602|I know not: but that he oft is at chafere. 10602|But yet I read among another kinde, 10602|That he is still the same; and, of that lawe 10602|Which to keep all his good works is set up 10602|Above all else, he in that lawe doth keep, 10602|That of his works one may build him any thing. 10602|How can so many Gods one be, that all 10602|Maketh a thousand! but yet still are the same 10602|That they to other men did once give aid, 10602|And by their good works did them all redeem. 10602|Yet this strange thing is, that though the same be nowe 10602|And in the night and in the tempest made, 10602|The same they do not of themselves devise 10602|To make one people, but others for their guide, 10602|Who with the same will follow, and with whom. 10602|But yet as yet there is none other King 10602|In the first place of England: but a Queen 10602|Them doth hold aloft in sceptre supreme; 10602|Whose vertue she can well from the same rejoyce. 10602|And this most strange and sad opinion seems 10602|In reason's eye to me an ancient fiction, 10602|In the which I left out full fifty measures. 10602|Of her the gods made her in order due 10602|To be their wife: but her it seems was of wont 10602|To be of heav'nly parentage of heav'n, 10602|And was his mother. Now they seem to intend 10602|That they to her the place of wedded love 10602|Still kindred, from their own divine inclination 10602|To make her of themselves his offspring, all 10602|In one short night, made like to children dear, 10602|Who from their mothers limbs, which were their flesh, 10602|Are now to make a withered corpse and dust. 10602|O sad! O sad! how will thy heart abide! 10602|For ======================================== SAMPLE 15970 ======================================== 11101|Which has the power to turn the world to shame? 11101|Can he with his proud pomp the lowly dead 11101|Discharge an army on a quiet grave, 11101|To sweep away an ignoble stone?-- 11101|Can he to millions turn his heart's adored, 11101|The mother of all virtuous and right, 11101|While he imprecates, with a boastful oath, 11101|"The name of Caesar was never John?" 11101|The Roman satirist, scourged by all the powers of hell 11101|In this most dreadful satire, the last, hard-worked verse 11101|Had said: "The worst of all things created is man." 11101|Thus, when my soul shall start or seem to start, 11101|Peal the signal peal, then, heralds, trumpet, trumpet tone! 11101|In the dark house of death, 11101|In the house of sleep, 11101|He who guards the keyhole, 11101|He, who guards the chamber 11101|Of the dead, the intruder, 11101|Shall be waked by the key. 11101|When my days, my faithful rhymes, 11101|Their death have taken, 11101|Shall I with their shortness 11101|Shout how short their date! 11101|When, with strength I've blended 11101|And with art 11101|My verses, even, 11101|With my deathless life. 11101|When, clothed in deeds I 11101|Have run 11101|Through all their being, 11101|Shall I with thought 11101|Of my silent life? 11101|In this house of death, 11101|In that chamber, 11101|Where is now the door, 11101|This and thou, stranger, 11101|No longer pass? 11101|I, who now am dust, 11101|What I was, where, 11101|Shall I now be told? 11101|In this sepulchre, 11101|In this tomb, 11101|Where, in mid-speech, 11101|The living look 11101|On the dead? 11101|Not where the rude, the fierce, 11101|The grave-raised, 11101|Where the pale priest 11101|Sends his offerings, 11101|Not where, in their death, 11101|The blasphemer 11101|Lies at dawn, 11101|Not where, in the shroud, 11101|The dying seer. 11101|Not where among the living 11101|So sweetly falls 11101|Love's evening prayer 11101|To the dear dead; 11101|But where among the dead 11101|I have lain, 11101|Scorched and broken, 11101|Fallen, cold, 11101|Falling, dead. 11101|Thus I am coming, 11101|Trod on kindly, 11101|Though I have lain here 11101|Scorched and broken, 11101|Fallen, cold, 11101|Falling, dead. 11101|When in the primrose the primroses were young, 11101|And the pear tree yet bare, 11101|When summer on the orchard was mild, 11101|And the garden gay; 11101|Hail to thee, young splendent flow'rs! 11101|And hail to thee, fair early morns! 11101|When with the morn, in the early primrose, 11101|The earliest flower 11101|Of the hours, at flowering, 11101|Ran the virgin Hours in crimson and gold. 11101|By all the blooms and all the winds unbeheld, 11101|By all the sweets and all the snares unseen, 11101|The elder flowers, to the ears of Earth 11101|Were murm'ring play; 11101|And to the shores where the winds were heard, 11101|The murmurs soft 11101|Of thy young spirits 11101|Were borne on the blue-fly winds along. 11101|And all the murmurs soft and breathless, 11101|The whispers soft and sweet, 11101|Was breathed by thee, fair blossomy Branch, 11101|And the soft sighs, 11101|The sweet breathings of thy spirits sweet as thine! ======================================== SAMPLE 15980 ======================================== 27663|From its sweet flower's moist embrace, may be 27663|From its tender leaves a nourishing drink! 27663|From the rich scent of its leaves, to the air 27663|Dipped in its odour, can the flower provide 27663|An amorous drink, more chaste than bath or bowl! 27663|_Nescient_, _Nescient, Nescient_, _Nescient and Dry_ 27663|_Not_, _Not_, _Nescience! _Not_, _Not_, _Neither_, _Nor both_, 27663|_Ode_, _Ode_, _Of the same tone_, _Ode, with a different name_, 27663|_Oft_, _Oft_, _Oft, with the same_, `I sing the same_, 27663|_Oft_, _Oft_, _Oft_, -- 'twill please your ear_, 27663|_Out_, \ to_, `Not at all_, 27663|_Our_, _our, our, our, a blessing_ 27663|_And we, ourselves_, _and I_, 27663|_My dear_, _my dear_, _my dearest, my Lizzy_, 27663|_Ope your lids_, -- how long!--and look, the darkness closes! 27663|Pale, with delight 27663|As they turn'd by her tearful eyes, 27663|Their last and only view 27663|Of the lovely form, 27663|She breathes a solemn sigh, 27663|For she knows not what to fear. 27663|So tenderly 27663|With tenderness they close'd, 27663|That, when from their vision withdrawn, 27663|The mournful sight of them was gone, 27663|Ere they could think of that day 27663|To bid their darling God, 27663|"_Pray with the other, for they die_!" 27663|_O Love the strong and tender Heart! 27663|To Death the obedient Foot!_ 27663|Love! is thy star 27663|That calls us forth to meet 27663|The solemn mystery of Fate, 27663|The unutterable Light? 27663|Haste! hasten! lest despair 27663|Dispel the sight of Beauty's dream, 27663|Lest, to the darkness blind, 27663|The dark ones view thy ray, 27663|And tremble for the sin they avoid! 27663|Warm, quicken'd as from life 27663|Thy young heart finds its light, 27663|Love breathes to life the tender breath, 27663|And Love, the warm breath breathes to Death. 27663|_Tears, tears from Love's deep lids_ 27663|_To the far-darting Beauty's eyes_ 27663|_From his young, ardent, longing look_ 27663|_To hers like thine,--but purer, purer, _more_! 27663|_Let us not see the sun,-- 27663|The sun, that glimmers still above; 27663|Let the black night-winds, that roll, 27663|Speak him away that sinks to sleep; 27663|For Love's love, though sunward set, 27663|Seems to shine where thou art laid.--_ 27663|Then, O, the golden beam 27663|Of his glad youth, whose bloom, like thine, 27663|To death, as to the light of day, 27663|Still bloometh fair, yet bright!-- 27663|_Love,--like thy face,--but nobler, more!-- 27663|Let the wild storm be hushed! 27663|For Death is come to woo 27663|We, with our tears, to lift and bless 27663|And bless our lover, for his sake 27663|A dearer death,--the dearest death!_ 27663|_Tears, tears from love's deep lids_ 27663|_To the far-darting Beauty's eyes_ 27663|Where thou liest, pale Rose! 27663|On thy wither'd stalk, 27663|As if in that blanching breeze, 27663| ======================================== SAMPLE 15990 ======================================== 12241|Is as a clock which ticks away the hours. 12241|The old man's head is bowed, 12241|His mind is over-wise. 12241|He thinks of ancient stories, 12241|The things which befell 12241|A kingdom in another land 12241|To man the nations. 12241|His beard is white and curled; 12241|He has a withered hand, 12241|The old departed yearneth 12241|To reach and touch again; 12241|He thinketh, and can tell 12241|The mind went out a-different, 12241|An' won a whole new zone 12241|By dint of will to will 12241|From that which was before. 12241|And so he thinks him king 12241|Whose kingdom still survives, 12241|The Kingdom of Forgetfulness. 12241|We'll never know what 'twill be, 12241|What things there be beyond, 12241|When memory meets memory 12241|And both may go to hell. 12241|The past is like a shipwrecked crew 12241|Bearing anchor in the desert, 12241|Whose hopes are up and gone, 12241|Whose fears are over and gone. 12241|And we who are most in the boat 12241|Must first embark and pitch our tent. 12241|And there there is no rest in the tent, 12241|Nor any quiet in the boat. 12241|The captain calls in the twilight gloom, 12241|The marshalling men in dark array, 12241|The marshalling men in dark array, 12241|The marshalling men in dark array 12241|Look up and know the place is not what it seems, 12241|And straightway in the twilight gloom, 12241|With the marshalling men in dark array, 12241|They know the place is not what it seems. 12241|When the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|And the house-light flickers in the mill, 12241|When the mill-light flickers in the mill, 12241|And the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|Then the master comes who makes the house 12241|Sink to the level with the sea. 12241|When the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|And the house-light flickers in the mill, 12241|When the mill-light flickers in the mill, 12241|And the storm comes creeping o'er the hillside, 12241|Then the master comes who makes the house 12241|Sink to the level with the sea. 12241|I'm no poet, and there are no poets in the street, 12241|But I have power to melt my heart into music. 12241|The loneliest street in town 12241|Is the street where nobody knows and where nobody goes. 12241|Your garden grows in clusters, 12241|Your garden grows in clusters, 12241|With clusters on those other heads 12241|And others in between. 12241|Your garden grows in loose outclusters, 12241|Your garden grows in loose outclusters, 12241|With clusters on those other heads 12241|And others in between. 12241|My garden is a little garden of its own, 12241|My porch a lovely oaken stair 12241|That leads across a screened in naught else. 12241|My flowering rose-yard and my garden wall 12241|Are but one rose. 12241|But that small rose that is half hidden there 12241|From sight or sound, has other secrets 12241|And looks toward the world with curious eyes. 12241|I see it not, for who shall find it out, -- 12241|It lives and spreads and grows 12241|Afar from public eye or sound or dust, 12241|And little knows from little sees. 12241|So let the little rose abide; 12241|The garden is for others; I 12241|Garden for myself, because I know 12241|That, had I much to say, 12241|I would not call it mine, 12241|Nor lift my hand to anything divine. 12241|I put a flower inside a jar, 12241|And it grew only when the jar 12241|Was wet and filled with water. 12241|And then the flower forgot the trick ======================================== SAMPLE 16000 ======================================== 1287|Thou wilt see the world's fairest of all, 1287|The fair white-walled mansion, to us unknown, 1287|And, by the sun's light, the world's fairest spot. 1287|And while we gaze therein, the sun 1287|Soon fades from all our gazing eyes 1287|To rest, like clouds, upon the sky. 1287|O gentle breeze! O spirit fair! 1287|From the blue field of heaven thou art come! 1287|Now give our longing spirits rest! 1287|O breeze, thou dost make the fields sweet; 1287|And, now, come with the day to rest! 1287|The young time of their childhood they 1287|With you bring, and in their play return. 1287|Thou'rt their dear comrade, and a friend, 1287|Where'er thy steps lead to heaven's bliss! 1287|O, let us thus on bliss depend! 1287|What bliss, what happy hours will we spend, 1287|When the young time of their childhood we 1287|With you bring, and in their play return! 1287|As the sun to our eyes o'ershines 1287|The sky, to their minds the scene discloses, 1287|So we with the past in sight are gladdened, 1287|To-day is as yesterday at present. 1287|We're all-seeing, and we feel the pinch, 1287|We know with how great sweetness 'tis possessed. 1287|If this, 'tis true to life, is not joy, 1287|Let us all for our present be content. 1287|It will, in time, the change come, I think, 1287|To make us look for other game. 1287|As for me, I feel that I shall pine, 1287|When the sun's rays are reduced to nothing. 1287|The sun, with his rays, is less than none, 1287|It can never be more than six. 1287|The sun shines on us now; the day, 1287|And while we gaze on it, we're blinded. 1287|And, should I see, in time, a cloud, 1287|And hear some voices calling--'Come!' 1287|My head, with its joyous look and so, 1287|It will be brought about in trouble. 1287|There was a time when we enjoyed 1287|Each other's company to the full; 1287|And, therefore, I can clearly see, 1287|Who should, in coming time, enjoy more 1287|A companionate with me than 1287|This man, who's no more, than I, 1287|The friendship and delight that now 1287|The youth and I enjoy alone. 1287|And, if we are not parted hence, 1287|We can in time again be reconciled. 1287|And, now that life's joys have all ceased, 1287|Our former ties will never be worse, 1287|We'll live together in the world, 1287|With friendship, love, and all the bliss, 1287|That now is to us unknown. 1287|And thou, the apple-tree, that I adore, 1287|So many times, and the apple-tree in thy fair branches, 1287|Be in my breast a heart-cheering trust. 1287|To thee I now have brought many a bony limb, 1287|It is to thee I still cling in every limb. 1287|My father was a poor cripple, 1287|His parents were hard-hearted, 1287|And yet he was happy to-day. 1287|He came,--the news as of all calamity, 1287|When he came, with his bracelets, 1287|To claim his daughter fair Angelica. 1287|He took her in his arms, and he kissed her, 1287|As he took her home amongst his friends. 1287|He had the tears of sorrow, 1287|And wept with much emotion, 1287|When a strange sight, 1287|As a white apple tree. 1287|That I now behold, 1287|What 'tis to bring to my home, 1287|The apple-tree with their bracelets 1287|Unto the damsel's feet. 1287|"The wintry heat on ======================================== SAMPLE 16010 ======================================== 19226|To me, what matter where, 19226|If you've earned a good old drink, I'm content! 19226|For, mark you, when yonder young man sees me, 19226|With my dauntless face in that old gray dress, 19226|He'll say that my body's mine,--and yonder 19226|My heart is mine! 19226|"But it's only a fancy, lad! It's only a fancy, lad! 19226|That in the midst of the fire I can see again 19226|You--and another!--and another!--see! 19226|But it's only a fancy!" 19226|The wind has been a bit too keen lately, and when she said: 19226|I've been keeping you waiting; and when my eyes you looked through, 19226|I've been looking at you. 19226|And, when she said, "It's only a fancy, lad! it's only a fancy 19226|And if, by chance, you should think of it, it means but the simple 19226|Yes, I've been keeping you waiting! And what else would you have 19226|(That the wind's gone for a change) 19226|But--"Don't you know, my dear, that it's only a fancy!" 19226|My dear, I've just put a ring on you. 19226|But it's only a fancy, lad! That's all. 19226|The moon is in the sky; the wind is out of breath; the sun, 19226|The day is done; the flowers have left their wintry graves; 19226|The bird is fled; the cloud is gone; the lamp is broken; 19226|Your heart is young and glad and full of music; oh! 19226|I never meant you to be tired! 19226|The sun drops down the shining hills, and on the hilltops 19226|The clouds are over the mountain--they're gathering all 19226|the clouds together; 19226|And in the dark and silent valley the raindrops sink 19226|melodiously. 19226|There is an old and quaint anecdote about the hill-tops of Death;-- 19226|Aye, and a queer-like anecdote about the sun in the sky. And a 19226|The cloud-drift like a sea, 19226|The trees in a twilight forest, 19226|The breeze that sweeps the trees, 19226|The stars on a summer's day, 19226|The rain's wild music in the meadows, 19226|The moon in a quiet heaven, 19226|The raindrops' wild song. 19226|The sun drops down the shining hills, the snow melts from 19226|the snowdrops like mist; 19226|The wind in the valleys, 19226|The birds on a summer's day, 19226|The rain's wild music in the meadows, 19226|The flowers in their beds. 19226|The raindrops beat the wind to my heart, and I do not know 19226|If it were wind or a cloud? 19226|I love the wind and the sun to death, 19226|And life it loves the best. 19226|But there's a flower I love best, that loves the sun just as much 19226|as I;-- 19226|And I love the wind and the stars to death, but it's the rain that 19226|my heart loves the best. 19226|My heart loves raindrops to the earth and sky, 19226|And the air I love to breathe; 19226|Raindrops with a loving look, 19226|Or a beautiful smile; 19226|Or they seem to say: 19226|My love I give to all, 19226|And life, love, and song shall be my portion here. 19226|The rain drops beat my heart as they flow 19226|In the valleys of the hills; 19226|They are singing sweet and low, 19226|Their song is of desire. 19226|The rain drops lift their silver light 19226|From the moss to the sky; 19226|They seem to say: 19226|My love I give to all, 19226|And life shall be my portion here. 19226|When rain will drop down 19226|I'll kiss her cheek, 19226|And touch her hand as she is pure, and her heart be 19226|Aye. 19226| ======================================== SAMPLE 16020 ======================================== 1021|For I am too young for my clothes, 1021|Too old for my love-- 1021|Who sits beside me in the shadow of a holly-bush, 1021|Butterfly! I'd give all my purse to see 1021|The place of your nest: 1021|But if I must build it, you must go. 1021|Your spotless hand is free, 1021|But mine is quite confined; 1021|I can't find where to build and so must stay. 1021|I'll think of what to do, 1021|And then--the light won't come. 1021|If you'd go, stay here, 1021|I'll think of something better 1021|All night--and so I'll go. 1021|You'd better take me seriously, 1021|My heart and soul are with you, 1021|Since no one will give you a stranger's care. 1021|I'd give my soul and heart 1021|A longish tenancy here. 1021|I'd rather have the wind against me blowing, 1021|The rain and sun, in this old house, 1021|And never know my girl again. 1021|I'd give my soul and heart 1021|A longish tenancy here. 1021|When we were young I loved a rose, 1021|As you and I, dear, dear, dear. 1021|And you came down the alley. 1021|You knew that my heart burned low, 1021|But you came down the alley. 1021|You'd have to drop this rose for me, my dear, 1021|I think it is lovely red. 1021|You are not tired, old bird, your music is sweet, 1021|And I love every note of yours. 1021|For I love you as I love a little rose, 1021|So please come down and sit by me. 1021|How happy we should live and die 1021|Where no other cares disturb 1021|Our idle wishes or our rest, 1021|But only love and each other. 1021|You do but take your empty chair, 1021|No more of this or that shall turn, 1021|But take your life and yours of me 1021|In this life or the next of yours. 1021|And mine and yours to-morrow stand 1021|Each, each to the other holds, 1021|And one, one is a man and one, 1021|Whose name and our love still ring. 1021|What though all love, O Love, shall cease, 1021|And all love and love's renunciations cease, 1021|And earth, earth's loveliest lie exposed to view 1021|In what wild storm we had your towers on high 1021|Stricken, crushed in what wild wild disaster, 1021|And all the sea and wind and every cloud 1021|In what wild rout of smoke, fire, thunder torn, 1021|Down to a burning ruin? Oh! 1021|O Love, what was there in that wild rout 1021|Of storm and fire to make such ruin vain? 1021|All, all were lovely, and no tree did bloom 1021|All, all the grass were all a ruddy rose; 1021|All, all were lovely, but only one, 1021|And she who seemed so lovely, none at all. 1021|She's dead, she's dead, O Love, O Love, 1021|She loves none other but this man. 1021|She's dead, she's dead, O Love, O Love, 1021|She's dead, she's dead, she's dead, O Love. 1021|For all her beauty, all her wealth of youth, 1021|She's dead, she's dead, O Love, O Love, 1021|For all her loving, all her tears for him 1021|She's dead, she's dead, she's dead, O Love. 1021|And though you seek her still, she's gone to dust 1021|In some lone wood and never more to rise. 1021|And though you seek her, seek not, seek not, seek not; 1021|The love that you do seek will never stir; 1021|And though you seek her, seek not, seek not, seek not; 1021|The hope you do foresee will be dead. 1021| ======================================== SAMPLE 16030 ======================================== 25340|That was the gift, by Heaven's decree, 25340|Of my dear friend, the Prophet--the Seer! 25340|For well he knew that when the storm-beat nation 25340|Forgets the sun, and the sea follows it, 25340|Then come affliction; and, if ever 25340|Him and his empire be called to account, 25340|By all those who toil beneath their yoke, 25340|By all who bear the cross above their head, 25340|And by the sons of God on whom we rest,-- 25340|There is no other way but this to save, 25340|And the first will be that from this hour to dawn 25340|The nations shall again remember thee! 25340|O my beloved son! O my beloved brother! thou, 25340|Whose soul and bosom well pleased every sense,-- 25340|From every day to every day the same! 25340|To me thy likeness, all thine own and thyde, 25340|Thou didst return; O my brother, brother mine! 25340|To me we met; our life was one long year 25340|And yet we parted so very far! 25340|I am in the sea, he in a world of men, 25340|Yet is it not more true, true, true than this, 25340|That where no griefs can come--where no griefs can come-- 25340|To lose an hour, to lose an hour that's like the time 25340|Of yesterday, of yesterday? 25340|I should have loved him more, for now he is gone, 25340|Nor would I wish him still! what do I care 25340|Or what I may; I have lost him to-day; 25340|How the world will be at last 'twixt thee and me! 25340|And am I then undone?--I must be content, 25340|If but for one more little hour! 25340|To think of a man gone hence, so in his turn to go, 25340|With a heart that was changed, a mind and a form all his own, 25340|To live in his youth, but to know of a life of despair,-- 25340|That he who loved him then would still love him and scorn, 25340|As a god of the night, a monster of the eve! 25340|And yet--to be so long estranged! and yet to recall 25340|Such a tale to the ear of a better man than I, 25340|With such things at war with me ever since?-- 25340|To feel that my heart, which has long hated him so, 25340|Can feel as a wound--must be wounded like his wound; 25340|For the voice of a mind was so near, in his youth, 25340|And the glance of a woman the last--I cannot forget!-- 25340|That of all my dead I have only myself to keep: 25340|So, I say, I must doff my cowl and my crown, 25340|And I bid my sorrows and my sinews be stiffened, 25340|And leave him--my brother--to die in his own way! 25340|Away! away! that wild bird of thy wrathful note! 25340|Thy wrathful note is as loud as the storm-bell's clang; 25340|Thy wrathful voice shall never more the ear engage, 25340|And, in consequence, never a word has escaped 25340|The man I will call--for the truth of my soul!-- 25340|That man whose heart,--but the facts are immaterial! 25340|For his heart was a rivulet, his blood was warm flow 25340|From his roots, to his waves, and his waves were the free 25340|And unrestricted rivers of earth and sea. 25340|But my brother, that brook, and that mountain so tall; 25340|Thicken in strength, and spread their broad banks o'er the ground, 25340|And my brother's brook, that runs, through the woods, to the sea, 25340|Tasteth, like the Nile, but runs not to the sea, 25340|Which still breathes in a thousand different breathings:--what if 25340|We should drink from each other's veins the same, unblest, 25340|And so be one heart beating like thine, and not even troubled? 25 ======================================== SAMPLE 16040 ======================================== 1365|And let in the wild beast, the bear, 1365|The lion, and the leopard bold, 1365|And all the wild creatures of the wood. 1365|And he shall lift up his voice, O hark! 1365|And call to thee from his solitary cell; 1365|And ye shall answer with a shout and clatter, 1365|With a clatter and a clatter, 1365|And we will take the wild beasts of the wood 1365|For your new friends of the wild beasts of the wood." 1365|Thus spake Faustinen, and his mother heard it not. 1365|In terror turned he, and hid his countenance, 1365|And strove in vain to move his father's ear. 1365|But the strong power of love came striding by, 1365|And the pale moon athwart his troubled sleep 1365|Glittered with a smile benign. 1365|He rose and sate him down upon a rock, 1365|And looked o'er the sea, and over the land; 1365|Till he perceived the moon was rising slow, 1365|And he was growing faint with waiting there. 1365|Then he sate by the sea and looked again, 1365|And lo! the moon was risen, and bright was she; 1365|And a smile came over his face o'erwhelming 1365|The very face of his dreaming there. 1365|Then he sate by the sea and looked again, 1365|And he beheld his own fair moon o'er the tide; 1365|And a voice came from her high pale bosom 1365|His soul still shuddered in her burning sleep. 1365|To his father's side then bowed he prone, 1365|And cast his arms around him; and they cried, 1365|"Take the young child and leave the mother alone! 1365|The moon is rising slowly o'er the sea 1365|Over the mountains, over the sand-hills low, 1365|From the far-off plains of the distant South! 1365|Behold! on the left, how the moonlight glimmers! 1365|And the wind is blowing in that direction!" 1365|Then Faustinen, the good magician, shook 1365|His robe in two, and cast it on the sand. 1365|And as the wave fell on the white sand, sate 1365|Forth into the moonlight gently pacing, 1365|And his mother followed quickly in her fear. 1365|But the wind at the moonlight tide drew nigh, 1365|And blew a blast of wild enchantment! 1365|In the dark night, night-long, 1365|The old man sate lamenting. 1365|The moon was rising slow. 1365|It cried o'er the lonely house, 1365|The cottage roof o'er all, 1365|"Hast thou left me to the night 1365|Of wailing and despair 1365|O'er the lonely house and meadow! 1365|"The moon is dark and cold. 1365|Wilt thou come to me 1365|And ask for me in thy wail, 1365|When the wind is blowing loud? 1365|"I am the moon, and thou 1365|Art the stars that shine 1365|Through the night-time of the North, 1365|O'er the house of my heart. 1365|"I am the wan moon, 1365|The stars that follow the wind 1365|On its wanderings light. 1365|"My path is over mountains, 1365|Over the wide sea. 1365|O'er stormy isles the moon 1365|I go with the stars. 1365|"And over the wide sea 1365|I bring comfort and rest 1365|To the weary and glad. 1365|"I bring the starry light, 1365|The rest and the light. 1365|O'er the ocean's roar, 1365|Over its tempestuous roar, 1365|All night long I am weeping!" 1365|Sick and tired to bear, 1365|The old man sate lamenting. 1365|But a wondrous wind, 1365|A wondrous, a wondrous wind 1365|Struck the old man dead! 1365|The new moon ======================================== SAMPLE 16050 ======================================== 5185|Heard the sound of pipes and pipes arranged, 5185|Breathed into the air a blast of magic, 5185|As it passed the windows of the palace, 5185|And the door opened on a portal, 5185|To a place of safety, leisure, happiness; 5185|There the hostess sat and waited, 5185|Hearing the sounds of rain and furnace. 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola, 5185|These the words that Ahti uttered: 5185|"Never! never! didst thou smoke my pipes, 5185|Never didst thou pour into my fire 5185|From the interstinct of a female, 5185|Till I taught thee all my art of magic, 5185|Till thou camest here in quest of hers, 5185|And with her didst fashion these my whips, 5185|Hornets, and skewers, and a pole-beam, 5185|Comb block-work of the pine and fir-tree." 5185|Then the hostess of Pohyola 5185|Served the host a bowl of milk-fat, 5185|Laid the comb of it upon the table; 5185|Served the spike of copper upon it 5185|To the hostess of the Northland, 5185|To the hostess of Pohyola, 5185|Greek of the thousand wonders! 5185|When she tasted the bowl of milk-fat, 5185|O'er the bowl her hair was sprinkling, 5185|Golden were her eyes in their flushing, 5185|And her forehead with the wampum, 5185|Golden were her robes of ermine, 5185|And her fillets shone in the sunshine; 5185|When she felt the milk-fat rising, 5185|Quick she laid the cup before her, 5185|Thereupon began she to sing, 5185|Downward gazed and sang her samatar, 5185|Onward struggled with her forehead 5185|Wampum-wreathed, and fastened in she fetched it, 5185|Took the comb from her of blonde tresses, 5185|Tried to make the knot secure and loosen, 5185|But its mettle not would endure; 5185|And with painful effort struggling, 5185|Hung herself upon her whip-stalk, 5185|In the air in pain alighting, 5185|Fell and died the head of she-goat! 5185|Then the other maidens of Pohya 5185|Raised a loud lament for Ahti, 5185|Flamed to utmost their desire for him, 5185|Trying vainly to arrest his singing, 5185|To oppose his singing, his playing, 5185|Crushing their heads with wooden spurs, 5185|With the sticks of boars and grasses. 5185|Ruthven, the ancient one and boldest, 5185|Saw the lamentation coming, 5185|This remark thinking, "What is weeping? 5185|Haste away, thou heavy-souled doll-herd 5185|Bring me swift a branch of water, 5185|Bring me swamp-concealing furs, 5185|To protect thy Best and Best-beloved 5185|From the footsteps of the hapless hero 5185|Thus the Greek addressed the ancient minstrel. 5185|"Good the word thou hast spoken truly, 5185|What if I do as thou desire? 5185|Thou hast filled my pain and anguish, 5185|Gladly hast become my hero; 5185|Bring thou grass and branches short and tender, 5185|Bring thou boughs and shelter love-affrights 5185|To protect thy Best and Best-beloved 5185|Thus the old dame made answer promptly: 5185|"I rejoice at this thy saying, 5185|This the song I will now undertake: 5185|Never have I heard one singing 5185|More contented than thy singing, 5185|As their pain-creating gods they love it, 5185|Cannot but so resemble thee." 5185|Lemminkainen, much delighted, 5185|Answered thus the ancient pastor: 5185|"All thy praise belongs to magic, 5185|All thy words to poet-persecution; ======================================== SAMPLE 16060 ======================================== 1365|The air is sweet with blossoms. One would say 1365|The spring had found a new adorner. 1365|A tall pale rose, with silver spires, is blowing 1365|Upon the wind. The air is filled 1365|With the dim remembrance of the summer 1365|That is past; and the wind that is blowing 1365|In the same voice with the old adorning. 1365|They stand together, looking in both faces, 1365|Looking at you, each with a smile for you; 1365|Each with a voice so sweet, so beautiful 1365|That I can hear it over the music 1365|Of the world, and it will ever remain 1365|After I am gone; for it holds the heart of me 1365|With a part of me that is missing. 1365|If I could build a little house 1365|Just large enough to hold you, 1365|Dainty little house to hold you, 1365|Mighty tall house to hold you. 1365|If I could build a little gate 1365|To lead to doors beyond the door, 1365|Out of the realms of nothingness, 1365|Out of the depths of Nothingness, 1365|Down into the realms of Nothingness 1365|I would push, with heavy push, my gate, 1365|And lead you out into the sunshine, 1365|Out into the magic of the earth, 1365|Out into the glory of the sea, 1365|Out into the mystery of Night, 1365|Out into infinite heaven. 1365|Do you remember, children, 1365|When we were little and friendly, 1365|How, one day, we stole away? 1365|Through the hedges and the meadows 1365|Half afraid, half afraid? 1365|Half afraid, half afraid-- 1365|Half afraid of the sun, 1365|Half afraid of the moon? 1365|That was when we were small, 1365|That was when we were best; 1365|Now we're older and wiser, 1365|Safe in our little cot. 1365|Do you remember, children, 1365|How, one day, we stole away, 1365|Through the flowers and the ferns, 1365|Half afraid of the shadows 1365|And the story books we pressed? 1365|Dreamily we asked, "Where? 1365|Whither? Whate'er?" 1365|Never fear; be brave; be strong; 1365|Come, our hands shall bring you home; 1365|Build a little house, 1365|Like a roof of mail, 1365|Like a roof of tempered steel, 1365|Like a battlement and post; 1365|So a mighty fortress be, 1365|So a well-ordered town, 1365|So an army are not held, 1365|So the King is not kept. 1365|Do you remember, children, 1365|How, one day, we wandered 1365|O'er the meadows so green? 1365|Till we came to a wild wood 1365|Where a little river ran, 1365|And we hurried away 1365|To go play in the sun. 1365|O the pleasant sun! 1365|But the little flowers still smiled, 1365|Tenderly, upon us, 1365|Through the summer hours long, 1365|As we walked afield; 1365|And the gentle winds, 1365|Pausing oft to call us 1365|And to bid us good-night. 1365|In the quiet of the night-time, 1365|In the silent and starless land, 1365|When the stars were falling, 1365|And the moon was leaving 1365|The high and lonely skies, 1365|There we rested tenderly, 1365|With the gentle stars, 1365|Watching over sleep; 1365|When the light of heaven, like a golden lamp, 1365|Shone with all the glory of a golden star. 1365|O happy days! O long, happy years! 1365|O many a lovely face, 1365|Each mouth, each laughing eye! 1365|O homes at ease in lands beyond the seas! 1365|O pleasant homes afar, 1365|O gentle ======================================== SAMPLE 16070 ======================================== 5186|To the far north the hero leads thee, 5186|On the borders of the cornfields; 5186|Thence, the way long since departed, 5186|Hastens on his journey Southward; 5186|At the city leads the people, 5186|And the people's advice assists him; 5186|And the cities and the hamlets 5186|He is glad when he discerns them. 5186|Soon the hero reaches Pohyola, 5186|Stops at once upon his journey, 5186|To the little port he journeys, 5186|To the landing-place of heroes; 5186|Head bowed down, the hero leads him, 5186|Thus the waiting host addresses him: 5186|"Go, thou Sun-god, to the Northland, 5186|To the Dinsum of the silken skirts; 5186|Hie thither, Sun, by helms and helmed, 5186|By robes that maidens wear not, 5186|By crowns that heroes wear not, 5186|When the youth, pursued by goodly maidens, 5186|Hasten towards Pohyola's court-yards, 5186|To the great corn-fields and the harvests, 5186|To the harvests of the Northland; 5186|Let the Maiden of the North take thee, 5186|Let the Maid guide the Sun through hers." 5186|Thus the Maiden of the North replies: 5186|"It would be a sin enricher 5186|To lay hands on me and guide him, 5186|It would shame the dear old Dragon, 5186|He would lose his dragon-mantle." 5186|Home the Sun-god hies, kindly, 5186|Hastens to the banquet-hall of Louhi, 5186|And the maiden sits within her chamber, 5186|Quickly tells the story of his coming, 5186|Of the land of dreams and tales, Northland. 5186|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Gives this judgment to the maiden: 5186|"It is easy to have guided thee, 5186|Hard to have enriche thine affections 5186|On the road from Northland to Kalevala! 5186|Hard it is for Sun-child, good Southeen, 5186|To behold fields of honey-seeking, 5186|While the berry blossom is unravelling, 5186|While the buttercups are budding!" 5186|Northland's famous young geologist, 5186|Kahgah, sage and magic bard, 5186|Sings again in wonder-land numbers, 5186|Numbers very few can understand; 5186|But the daughter of that town rejoices, 5186|Loves the song of youthful Kullervo, 5186|In her arms she holds the beldam, 5186|Loves the songs of this famous maiden, 5186|Kullervo, prince of Herimot, 5186|Which disclose knowledge of the north-wind, 5186|Of the south-wind, too, and Kalma. 5186|When she sings of dawn and dusk-tide, 5186|When she sings of morning and noon-sun, 5186|Of the rising and setting of the moonbeams, 5186|Of the passage of the sunbeams through heaven, 5186|How the sun shines in the waters, 5186|How the moonbeams reach the ocean, 5186|Tell of things that beauteous streamslet, 5186|How the planets pass through ether. 5186|"Happy was, in days departed, 5186|Happier, I ween, the maiden's father, 5186|Fortune most fortunate sister, 5186|In her arms the maiden held the maiden, 5186|And the maiden sang again Hala amigo, 5186|Sang again Hala amiguson, 5186|Song again Hala useto, 5186|Rolled her boulder to the court-yard, 5186|As in dreams she chanted solemnitie, 5186|Sings, chant, and vows unalterty, 5186|Sings again, again chanting songs uplifting, 5186|Fills the mansion of the maiden, 5186|Fills her room with figures rune-variance, ======================================== SAMPLE 16080 ======================================== 20|Then in his heart did he divine, his eye 20|Directly saw in that uncreated Light 20|A mighty Think, that over Seraphic Breasts 20|Bursting did swallow up his Glory. Thus he saw 20|Light invisible, unbeheld before, 20|And unto him in turn plainly told 20|What next behoov'd: where'er he dwelt, the Place 20|He known'd as from of old, a Spirit came, 20|Inviting him to sup with him and sup 20|With him and his; he pass'd the piteous House, 20|And to the Great Ones hence had not end. 20|Now he whose hand once more in Harmony 20|Enchain'd the Universe, in whose sweet strife 20|The revolving Systems roll, this Pyramid 20|Had reason to deplore: It seem'd, though high 20|Its interior walls did ever higher rise, 20|No harmonious chorus oft intrust 20|Their outer egress from the conscious Rocks, 20|But on each side loud noises were heard; the Ocean 20|Would by mistake precipitate his feet 20|In nimbleness up; nor wanting Rocks, could pass 20|Beyond his sound; the Air, though gently murmur'd, 20|With gentle sound diffus'd forth his Voice divine. 20|Beneath him freely many a Spirit did sing, 20|And many an Altar met his radiant bow: 20|Many an odorous Candle he did open lay, 20|And many a Metal fountain from his hand 20|Danced at his bidding; and above the Rocks, 20|Som times together, and oftentimes too; 20|And by his breath made Temples and Temples of Gods, 20|Eccentric Processions of benignant Sons, 20|Eccanies, Izias, and Fountains of his Song. 20|And in the midst of all, in act to centre 20|His vast creation, had the world no bound; 20|For out of Heav'n he choiz'd it for his own, 20|Sitting the huge Eastern Isles between 20|The purple and the green, as in a Port. 20|There he among them spent himself on Earth, 20|Sitting on definite Things and large, 20|Form'd, finite as Heaven and Earth; and chose 20|The various Places and the Seas between, 20|To form his various works; for He determined 20|So farr in all, that he might form an Isle 20|For both worlds, and two immense Worlds for one, 20|To house both worlds; tho both worlds must be covered 20|By the same Cloud, yet separate and apart, 20|Not onely but with Hellish fire, the work 20|Of that same Blazing Thunder, whom all things dread, 20|And who in flaming Sun, or in more dark Fires 20|Hath fiery foreheads, and more then what these are 20|Join'd now, to work them woe: and where these be, 20|Fit seats must they be for Heav'ns great Ones, the seats 20|Of Heav'ns high empresse, and of dominie 20|Made glorious by his light: and there must be 20|A place for God, whom glorious as he is, 20|To appear before men, when their wicked wills 20|Shall by his appearance be changed at will, 20|And all their evil deeds considered good, 20|And all their virtues honour'd; for to such degree 20|Does Nature retain her perfection still, 20|And never pass like from one state to another. 20|He thus had spoken, when to Heav'n the Princes swift 20|Came speeding on a Saphir maiestra full bright, 20|The lesser orb of daye, that, in the East 20|Regaining his mount of Poesy, to view 20|How these my arguments do proceed, began; 20|And who thus farr advanced in his Demiour 20|Thus maiestra thundring, in th' Horizon yee, 20|Saphir flying bright, and orient Sun, arose. 20|These two new Lights with greatest magnifique skill, 20|Shed their first influence thro such festive rayes, 20|As though they were repell'd from hem, and refus'd 20|In thir empyreal dominie to come; 20|But his high will alwaies vouchsaf'd ======================================== SAMPLE 16090 ======================================== 16059|Siempre fuerte. ¡Mira! Mísero nido más. 16059|¡Oscar por eso de ser una mano 16059|Qué de mis plata, qué de mis dolor! 16059|¿Eso que la dama á Mirta el día, 16059|Que en ella plaza el ocio no alcançio 16059|Con que tanta mano de mis plata 16059|El fajar al mundo descendable 16059|Con que yo sólo amado de tal mano? 16059|Súbito la mano, que si cada bía, 16059|Y algunos peñascosos, pues no, 16059|Pues que yo por tesoro amado, 16059|El sol al fin con escombros no vuelve, 16059|Mi faz celebla, dónde, doliente, 16059|Y se fuerzas de suerte nada. 16059|Mira mío y mi muerte podría; 16059|Al menos de baca reina al paso, 16059|Rompió el plazeo, ropa y dudo al paso 16059|No en tanto me sólo amado en mi día. 16059|¡Bello espejo, por qué te diga, 16059|Tuvo el alma luciente y su faz respeto! 16059|En el mundo en los uzres del Cielo, 16059|Cuanto yo es tu destierro de luto, 16059|Despot vivir y va por el cielo. 16059|Va tras los aires de la patria vuela, 16059|La alta zone el fuego de la tierra, 16059|Y el poder con la famosa cumbre 16059|Esencupó las armas de Atacá, 16059|Como quien era acabado muy bienes. 16059|El alma á los pies ponderos 16059|Canté que un torno esjeuá. 16059|¡Alma! ¡Otro ventura! ¡Al maravilla! 16059|Rompiste encantos y cantares 16059|Que alzó la gente en el mundo gamine 16059|Pasó la frente más porfía; 16059|Y una voz, ¿qué ya puedo te escondía, 16059|Con voz humana te salía 16059|No quiero quien te poco salía 16059|Por sus prados vencíos muros! 16059|Su corazón, la llanura 16059|Se alza á la gente 16059|De más direz duros; 16059|Un alvo miro y llegué, 16059|Una noche y una corona, 16059|De todo poder seguedero, 16059|Oyó la noche cayóseo... 16059|¡Alma! ¡ora la torpe infame! 16059|Los hombres la aurora, 16059|Los ventos de los aires, 16059|Los lágrimas de su grado, 16059|¡Y entonces el que se ha en torno 16059|Ni el espanto en torno pidi! 16059|¡Ay, si algunas venturas casas 16059|Tan recamado, cuando se encierra, 16059|Y la alma dura que se en torno, 16059|Hoy que de profunda su majestad! 16059|Que de la noche en torno, 16059|No era sed el recibir su dolor, 16059|Cuando, dolientes de otras mirarse 16059|El poder y la noche recuerde; 16059|Que el cuerpo le digo en esperar. 16059|Del aposento el cielo 16059|Siempre vemos lo pueda, 16059|Y en la divina de arcano, ======================================== SAMPLE 16100 ======================================== 28287|"And if our hearts could give--in vain--to such a soul 28287|"As yours, no greater boon could Heaven bestow." 28287|--Such is the promise of the stern, 28287|The stern, but worthy knight;-- 28287|And as upon a mountain's brow 28287|The silver sunrise breaks, 28287|When noising cloud and twilight close; 28287|So, when the world to life descends, 28287|Dark as the death-bells toll, 28287|The light of heaven in those dark towers is seen. 28287|'Tis true 'tis from his bosom broke 28287|The fierce desire for fame, 28287|And all his heart in ardent glow 28287|Fell with young blood to swell; 28287|But still he kept his faith untarnished, 28287|His vow of poverty. 28287|No more to be and not a moment 28287|Lives in his conscious hand; 28287|Amorous, yet a momentary, 28287|It seems as if it never left his own again. 28287|'Twas the calm night of that sweet April, 28287|Whose happy moon 28287|Makes life for man more true and lasting 28287|Than all the pomp of gain, 28287|And all the arts of power and guile. 28287|'Twas when the twilight came and filled 28287|The world with dreams of bliss, 28287|And the fresh breeze seemed a sweet-tongued angel 28287|That spoke of happiness and rest.-- 28287|"Now, in this sweet, now enraptured hour 28287|"I seem to see a scene 28287|"That holds not only past and dream, 28287|"But all the past and all the dreams of youth." 28287|"Nay, wert thou ne'er as I! 28287|"Now, now, thy youth and mine are one. 28287|"To live the former,--to be 28287|"The latter, are opposites naught. 28287|"Thine is the flowery May, 28287|"My own the sultry Autumn day, 28287|"Mine, the fading peach and gold: 28287|"Thy life is all the pastime done, 28287|"Mine, the fond desire of being done." 28287|"Yet, if my life were thine, 28287|"I could not sigh about the bare 28287|"Places bare of mine; nor would 28287|"I wish for crowns nor honours in the least; 28287|"Nor would I wish them in a fixed state; 28287|"The same dear face were there to smile on me. 28287|"If thou dost seek them not, 28287|"I'll live without a sorrow, calm, and free." 28287|His voice, as he spoke it, shook with such a tone 28287|As if the heart it should allure 28287|Were grown to memory; and his brow, in grace, 28287|Like an emblem of a rose, of bloom, 28287|Stood radiant as on Eden's brow 28287|When God first held communion there 28287|With man in his first union there, 28287|When all things seemed all to him. 28287|"Nay, 'tis to feel the truth 28287|"Of what I now have said," 28287|Said Arthur, "I've heard it told, 28287|"In more than one form repeated; 28287|"But 'tis the truth you'll all believe, 28287|"And with the truth your blood is turned, 28287|"And I am King of Norway's tongue. 28287|"Nor ever yet on earth 28287|"Were lies so widely believed, 28287|"Though none may tell false thing from true." 28287|They heard, and listened and they gazed, 28287|Till they found the mountain's mouth 28287|The fairest of them all. 28287|A fairer none had been, 28287|Of all the maids that dwell 28287|In the green isle of Ibroe;-- 28287|Naught in her modest eyes had shone 28287|Like the sweet, soft light of Arthur's wife; 28287|The eyes that smiled, the eyes that blest, 28287 ======================================== SAMPLE 16110 ======================================== 37751|Then, she, she is thine, and I am thine, 37751|Not he with the wrongs and the wrongs to pay, 37751|Not he with the wrongs and the wrongs to bear. 37751|I am thine, and thou art mine! And we two, 37751|With the world's wrongs and its wrongs in our hands, 37751|Have we not a hand? I feel the tide 37751|Flow to the shore, and the waves beat on my head; 37751|It is time for night; they call for me, 37751|Call and I answer, I'm not afraid. 37751|When the night-dew falls, the night-bird sings, 37751|Or ever the light-bird leaves the spring 37751|Or ever the rose, to make him come 37751|I am thine. When the night-wind flings 37751|The night-bird to the darkness, I am thine; 37751|When the night-dew, night-bird, soars 37751|Till it is light, I am not afraid; 37751|In the morning I rise at thy call, 37751|Thine, and mine, and your own, and your own. 37751|I am thine, and thee, and thee, and thee, 37751|So still with the tide that the sea-waves run, 37751|And I am there with a little boat, 37751|With a little boat that thou wilt take; 37751|I am one of the two, and I am thine, 37751|And the little boat is the world's heart, 37751|And the world's heart is our boat, and thy own, 37751|Tender, I and pure, with a little shroud: 37751|And the grave is full of the little grave. 37751|The moon has grown a little pale, 37751|For the light that it gives me is pale. 37751|It is only the moon, my dear, 37751|That has grown great with love for me. 37751|To love you, when the night is still, 37751|The fire is lighted by the stars' blue eyes. 37751|And so the moon grows pale with love, 37751|But you, when the night is gone, 37751|Are the one who grows great with love 37751|For me, and not only grows pale, 37751|But is my eternal light. 37751|We have been long out-of-doors, 37751|O dear heart, though we should lie 37751|All the month long near the sea, 37751|Yet by day you sat at play 37751|With the fish by the open sea. 37751|Myself, but not you, made a play, 37751|As you sit here, with the rose, 37751|On the sand, now, now, now a rose. 37751|And now, for a space, the sky 37751|Has hid the sea with clouds-- 37751|The sea, like the air, 37751|And I, the sea-weed's child. 37751|And now, I can hear you say: 37751|'I'll have her back as soon 37751|As autumn time is here!' 37751|The summer was the love of me, 37751|And the autumn, 'tis but now, 37751|Is the last time that you and I 37751|Can love again by the sea. 37751|I can hear you speak in your heart, 37751|That the world has heard her name, 37751|And you have gone down to the sea, 37751|And she has come back to me. 37751|It was only my body and soul 37751|Made a song; and what had it to say 37751|But yours? And all the others are gone 37751|With all but her, and all the tunes but ever, 37751|Because of you; and even though time flies, 37751|Time and the tune are still to me. 37751|As I walk the land, it is as one 37751|Who was born in another year, 37751|Whose life was born within the past year's day, 37751|And who is gone as the moon and the air 37751|At another end of many moons. 37751|I walk the sea, the sea-beach, now 37751 ======================================== SAMPLE 16120 ======================================== 13649|And the sun was sinking and dark and fast. 13649|So, at night, on a white horse's back, 13649|He flew from far to a mountain-fall; 13649|And there, in the still dark, midnight, 13649|He prayed the sun to come soon again. 13649|And, ever the sun came, and ever 13649|The moon arose from the dark sea-floor; 13649|And the stars came out to pray with him. 13649|With his white white horse and his white moon 13649|They came in the still night to Jerusalem; 13649|And the old men, the gray men, the gray men, 13649|They sang of the Cross on the mountain-stair; 13649|The king of the men of the East, 13649|Jesus of Nazareth, was born of the Cross. 13649|(From a Painting by) 13649|I'm thinking now of the great, old days in the 13649|Sighing for the beautiful, 13649|O my love, when my heart is overjoyed, 13649|And joy for ever without limit 13649|I know the sweet heart won't pinch me any more, 13649|And life and death, and all things will stand the while, 13649|No more will I lament the dear old ways, 13649|Or turn in agony, or moan the old tricks. 13649|Ah, love, I would have given the old world's wisdom, 13649|And a thousand times the new worlds' delight to know; 13649|But now I'll have all this new world's wisdom, 13649|And never give a thought to the old. 13649|For I'm thinking now of the dear, long-dead, dear 13649|Old ways, and of the ways of the young, new ways. 13649|And the lovely young days will never pinch me any more 13649|Or stun me with the old times any more. 13649|I'll be a great big boy, and never wince at sunset, 13649|Or flinch from the cold earth, or fling the sandstone 13649|At the grey old watch-dogs sniffing. 13649|Ah, love, I would have given the old days' wisdom, 13649|And the bright new days to die one by one 13649|In the grey old, grey old way; 13649|But now I'll have all this new way thinking, 13649|And never give a thought to the old. 13649|For I'll be a great big boy, and to the sky 13649|I will go and sing the old wild thing I heard, 13649|The wild, jolly, fat old thing with the sun-beams 13649|On his back, and the light of his eyes o'erhead! 13649|And I'll go and shout the old wild thing I heard: 13649|"I am the world's glad world, and mine I'll ride!" 13649|I will ride for ever, and sing him round the world 13649|With my red-hot sword, and my red-hot saddle, 13649|And let the wind blow in my hair like a song 13649|And let my heart grow like a bird; 13649|From the golden-golden grasses 13649|Let the world know that the true-love-knot is twined! 13649|Oh, my love! my love! my heart goes a-fond! 13649|I will give thee all the gifts that are meet-- 13649|Of the sun-beams and the stars; 13649|Of the golden fruit-ears; of the yellow dew; 13649|Of the red-hot sword and saddle and white-thorn cloak-- 13649|Of the red-hot sword and saddle and white-thorn cloak! 13649|And the nightingale's love shall be mine, and 13649|I will make it a song of love's own ecstasy. 13649|All night I shall watch thee, and for one hour 13649|Shall for thee sing thee every song, 13649|Oh, my love! 13649|"I love," he said, 13649|"Her eyes and hair and voice." 13649|He told her all, and I shall hear the end. 13649|Her eyes and hair shall echo a song for ever. 13649|I was half afraid her smile might show 13649|How little she knew of ======================================== SAMPLE 16130 ======================================== 13650|That was the thing to do and make! 13650|And all the little baby lubbers 13650|Did love the man in blue, Billy. 13650|And the poodle-dog it loved the king; 13650|And he cut her into pieces. 13650|Then he hung all the pieces upon 13650|The windows of the church, Billy. 13650|So they all lived, lived happily, 13650|Just as the children said they'd live; 13650|And the church went on as before, 13650|Without one backward murmur. 13650|I should like, in my fatherland, 13650|To sit down in a Russian chair, 13650|And lean my hand upon a Comet, 13650|In answer to its immediate cause: 13650|With the power of a hundred pressings 13650|And the exertion of a centimeter, 13650|To tell you that Comet IS the same 13650|As yesterday, yesterday, today, 13650|An IS exists, an IS exists, 13650|Has had a hand in all our woe. 13650|For his fault alone was Russia 13650|Brought in the League of the Eleven, 13650|By accident, accident, accidental, 13650|To warn his people of the evil; 13650|Which, by the bye, is all their own, Billy. 13650|But the end of the lesson's the same, Billy. 13650|Our IS must be kept in the dark, 13650|And the public trust our IS; 13650|Nor is it meet our public trust 13650|In a body composed of Elevens, Billy; 13650|Therefore it was with IS that Billy 13650|Was sent this message, Billy Billy, 13650|From the IS's agent in the east, 13650|A man of two words, Billy; 13650|"Not to take up your invitation, 13650|But to take up your invitation." 13650|This IS, that Russia's laughing stock, 13650|Who, by the bye, has made up his mind, 13650|By the bye, to take up the offer. 13650|And would know more, if not about it, 13650|Than all the ISsters can tell, Billy, 13650|For the reasons why ISs were told. 13650|We were all of us in a circle, Billy, 13650|As the IS-boarder came up, Billy, 13650|Each in his different, Billy. 13650|But by God's blessing, that IS will be 13650|The first among them all, Billy. 13650|We knew better and stood ay-right, Billy, 13650|Though, by the bye, we should be wrong; 13650|And the IS, that came to tell us of it, 13650|Is a man with little learning, Billy. 13650|But his little head is a plumbinson, Billy, 13650|And his little hands have some learning, 13650|And (what's the same thing), he wears both on him 13650|Like little white-women do, Billy, 13650|And he does not know, Billy, how to spell it, 13650|That IS, that Russian IS, that Billy: 13650|He has little sense, Billy, little sense, 13650|He has little judgment, Billy, little sense, 13650|But he has wisdom in his brain, Billy, 13650|And he has judgment for his skull, Billy, 13650|And he has wisdom for his brain, Billy. 13650|We were all of us in a circle, Billy, 13650|As the IS rose up, Billy, Billy, 13650|Lying on our hands and lying on our heads, 13650|In a posture to be listened to, Billy, 13650|Solely to do that which IS said, Billy, 13650|For the sake of IS and the nation's weal, 13650|We were all of us in a circle, Billy. 13650|We sat up no longer in our chairs, Billy, 13650|For the sake of the IS; and he is a man 13650|With little sense, and little judgment, 13650|And little understanding, Billy. 13650|Our IS stands up no longer in his chair, 13650|But we sit down in ours, and all three 13650|Sit down to our dinners, no matter what. ======================================== SAMPLE 16140 ======================================== 42041|Or the green hill-cliff 42041|Where every blade is a blossom that blows on till it pierce my soul 42041|With a wild, sweet, passionate pain! 42041|Or a dream of the past 42041|Where the trees all of them 42041|Gorgeously crowd 42041|And gleam white on the grass; 42041|Or a dream of the future... 42041|Ah, where is the truth? 42041|Only the sound of the wind that falls 42041|In the gardens of the east; 42041|In the garden of the east, in a garden of the east! 42041|A garden of the east; 42041|And the light on the grass is bright 42041|As if they were the eyes of a child; 42041|And the breeze that comes and goes, 42041|Like a song in the soul of a singer 42041|Wings the roses in their bloom. 42041|And the trees have a song: 42041|They are singing in their deeps, 42041|Every leaf of the bush is a sound; 42041|And the stars a message of light; 42041|While a song to the heart of a maiden 42041|Swims and swoons in the dawn. 42041|Only the wind is silent; 42041|Only the stars look on. 42041|How I listen and wonder 42041|If it is a dream of the night, 42041|Or a ghost of the dawn! 42041|How I linger and wonder 42041|If it is the sound of a song! 42041|How the night is dancing, 42041|With the light and the music, 42041|Like the heart of a star. 42041|But how it must die! 42041|It must fall and break, 42041|Leave only a mist behind; 42041|Then the singing will cease, 42041|And the roses will bloom. 42041|Ah, but it cannot die, 42041|For we were young together, 42041|And the night still wanders, 42041|With its light and its songs! 42041|To me were the hills, 42041|Like beautiful children, 42041|And the white of the glen. 42041|And to me was the stream, 42041|It was sweet and clear. 42041|And to me were the blossoms 42041|In the garden trees. 42041|Like old garden roses 42041|In their bloom, 42041|With white and red and yellow 42041|Tints upon their leaves. 42041|And I looked into the green and blue of the meadows and heard them beat their 42041|"If I look on the green of the glades, 42041|And on the white of the blossoms, 42041|All the world is fair to look on; 42041|If I glance up at the stars, 42041|And wonder at the moon, 42041|The world is bright for me, at heart, for only a little while, 42041|Until the time comes to go to bed, 42041|And when I am away from home." 42041|"So the sun shines from noon till night." 42041|My Father's Song 42041|Truly to one thing true we do aspire, 42041|And one thing we do aspire in faith to know: 42041|To be one with the living, the dead, the near, 42041|Where nothing is dark, and nothing is fair, 42041|And nothing is sweet not sung of yet, 42041|Where nothing is sweet, save what the soul knows best. 42041|For a spirit that is one with that which lives, 42041|In a life that is full of sweet dreams, 42041|In a dead world of the wise, with the strange, 42041|Only the soul knows as it sings the song of the years 42041|And only the soul knows what is true. 42041|Then to us would you teach, dear brothers, 42041|In the ways of wisdom and of power, 42041|To strive beyond the ways of men, 42041|And be as wise as any of you. 42041|But to-night you are far away, dear men, 42041|Away to the far-flung forests; 42041|And I linger to hear your steps, dear men, 42041|And the low clink of your dark ======================================== SAMPLE 16150 ======================================== 16452|His eyes had been agleam, but he saw 16452|The sun in heaven no longer, for they turn'd 16452|To look on Hector, whom he thus address'd. 16452|Thou seemest, at our head, an unambitious ghost! 16452|Who hast not yet in Troy thy ships assail'd; 16452|So, that the Grecians may believe, and we 16452|With Hector may possess the city once more. 16452|For I would then no longer by this band 16452|Hang on the walls the camp in silence sway'd 16452|Against their will, but in Achilles' stead 16452|Behold me, and bethink thee, that so far 16452|All means shall fail me, if I hope to stay; 16452|Since, to all things at aught it may be known 16452|We have a God, the son of Jove himself, 16452|Our guardian on earth, and his command we feel. 16452|Let him who can the battle to the fight 16452|In the presence of Achilles seek, 16452|And all the Trojans, that they hear us speak, 16452|Fulfil our leader. He shall then, I judge, 16452|In worth alone surpass the rest to gods. 16452|Thus Saturnian Jove. Then, from the ranks 16452|Ajax and Hector, the last remnant still 16452|Of the Trojans, the whole host of Thetis fleet 16452|Stuff'd, and on them the warlike Hector pour'd 16452|His weapons, while Ajax, with the best of hearts, 16452|Waged his own soul for battle. They arrived 16452|Before the trench, and Hector first espied 16452|Where stood the trench, and, standing there himself, 16452|Bid forth his spear. Him, therefore, all day 16452|Till night, his charioteer, Ajax held; 16452|But when his steeds had sipp'd the evening sweat, 16452|He, after some delay, his course began 16452|To forestall, and to divert his force. 16452|Then Ajax, the brave, his steps oblique 16452|Led thence home, and with them flew the steeds 16452|At Hector, whom himself in front he struck. 16452|He, from his shoulders, by the breast and neck 16452|(The lance returning with the force, the lance 16452|Fulfilling all its round about) down he threw 16452|At Hector's front; but, issuing from his seat 16452|The lance in vain (for all the steeds were keen) 16452|Bemoaned Hector's vaunting, for himself, 16452|For all his spear had failed him, and he flew 16452|Unpierced by Ajax. Both champions threw 16452|Their lances bright with brass, but Ajax' flew 16452|Too late, and struck his horse below the knee 16452|And right above the buckler of the King 16452|He took his place, while Hector, mad, and fain 16452|To force some other path, sat bolt upright, 16452|And all his darts were spent, but at the last 16452|Fate had them spent at once, and Hector reek'd 16452|With blood from spear and horse. And, to conclude, 16452|Still as a brother spake on to and fro 16452|His brother Hector.--"Hector, thou hast now 16452|Suffered the greater pains, but not the less 16452|The better triumph hath been thine. Thou did'st 16452|Enrich him once, now that he pleases thee, 16452|Thyself, I deem, in arms, and thou hast gain'd. 16452|But thou wast far above thy place, thou Chief 16452|Of all the Argives, by the people's thanks 16452|And by myself, thy brother. Oh, hadst thou 16452|Known that it might serve him for an aid; 16452|Still less be it thou, a noble chief, 16452|That one good deed thy place, thy name, thy wealth 16452|Prevents--But all who will not see the will 16452|That I am will, at the last, to part 16452|As much as I can with my country's cause, 16452|So should'st thou now ======================================== SAMPLE 16160 ======================================== 7391|The gray-haired poet, like a soul 7391|That shuns the earth and dares to think, 7391|Pours forth his magic in the strain 7391|"It is a lovely day!" 7391|"It is a lovely day! but not"-- 7391|"It is a beautiful day!" 7391|"It is a lovely day! but not"-- 7391|"But beautiful! but not"! 7391|He sings of beauty. I am stung 7391|By his old strain, but may not speak 7391|A true hymn to thee. 7391|He may be mine, nor, in the dark, 7391|Lest I behold thy face at all, 7391|Should say: "For thee my spirit yearns; 7391|And for thee all my days are told." 7391|I cannot say "No," nor yield to such 7391|For what I dare to give. 7391|He gives me but the simple joy 7391|Of nature's kindly way. 7391|In all things and in all lands 7391|Where'er I be I find it true 7391|He sings in any spot, he sings 7391|The songs her love unbinds. 7391|"It is a lovely day!" but not 7391|"It is not beautiful"-- 7391|What shall I say that sings thy lay 7391|But, like my love's own note, 7391|"It is not beautiful, neither 7391|It is not dear"? 7391|Is but a trifle thy strain 7391|That breathes no music to my soul 7391|Nor bids a friend rejoice? 7391|Tho' thy sweet tone have led mine ear 7391|Till all beholders flock, 7391|Like waves of waves the notes have rung 7391|When winds have blown away. 7391|Are notes, like waves, a language? Thou 7391|Art what thy songs have been,-- 7391|That, if these notes but seem thy own 7391|That is what is true. 7391|All's one song. I could not know 7391|Until a note came piping by,-- 7391|A gentle note, but just, 7391|From one I had left sleeping far 7391|At rest with death below. 7391|I heard it when the darkening land 7391|Rang with his morning song, 7391|I heard it as the midnight wind 7391|Wound o'er the blossoms wild,-- 7391|It was a voice that lulled and won 7391|The spirit from its fear; 7391|It said, not with the words of men 7391|Nor with the words of fate, 7391|But, as the winds will, as the dew 7391|Blends with the light and grows; 7391|"Dear comrade, let thy soul rejoice, 7391|The sea at last is free, 7391|Thy soul may breathe upon the storm, 7391|Or sleep below thy shell." 7391|No voice, no music more can be 7391|Than that that only can! 7391|Yet if the sea should lose one part 7391|From thy free union, none. 7391|We were a couple, with hopes and fears, 7391|We watched our future through, 7391|When the year ran to sixty-five 7391|Grew not two hundred and nine. 7391|Our little boy, the very boy in blue, 7391|We found a fault, and wished him ill; 7391|And then a month went by, and he 7391|Rose up in mischief once again. 7391|It seemed a fault of very size, 7391|This fault of love so far and wide; 7391|It seemed a sin that took away 7391|Every good our youth had meant to win. 7391|We knew that joy would come when he went 7391|To do some duty to his lord; 7391|And, sooth, we feared his heart must break, 7391|Till the child did what his lord would do. 7391|Our sorrow was, we thought the loss would take 7391|All our joy and all our love away; 7391|Our sorrow was, we seemed to miss that look, 7391|The light and brightness and the air; 7391| ======================================== SAMPLE 16170 ======================================== 1279|With the pride of that proud land; 1279|I was born in that proud land; 1279|And, haud ye now, for I love you--I, Willie Lang! 1279|I came late last night from the country, an' frae the yeasty burnie, 1279|Gairden, sairie, and mountains, and plain; 1279|I gaed tipt o'er the hills sae fair to see 1279|Till I cam' hame to my aul' dear native tae. 1279|Thou hae na been, thou hae nivver seen, 1279|My bonie laddie, my sweet wee Jean; 1279|I tell thee, thou hast mony dangers near, 1279|Thou canna hae the king nor the pope between; 1279|If thou wilt tak a wife at this warld's call, 1279|Take but this dear little brute of a lass, 1279|And keep her for thy soul's comforts and thy joys. 1279|For thy sake and thee, it is sinful to me, 1279|To see a wife nor a bed by her side; 1279|Thou hast ne'er a danger nor wonted annoy, 1279|But love her still, and she'll keep thee safe still; 1279|For if love be sae strong, no danger is strong, 1279|But the love that holds a man in thrall. 1279|When in winter the snaw is on the ground, 1279|And tempests are in the upper air, 1279|Thou canna sleep a wink, thou canna sleep, 1279|For fear the bonie lass o' Inver wi' sheen. 1279|Then clothe thee in thy riches o' green leather, 1279|And cover thee in thy honied brooms; 1279|And if thou'll but heed these simple commands, 1279|Thou'lt hae a stately mansion to command. 1279|I'll luve thee at a season, thou shall be mine, 1279|I'll send thee sweetheart presents o' bliss; 1279|I'll send thee a braw wife and a bonie lad, 1279|Tho' ae boddice and a laverock were na sweer. 1279|Then clothe thee in thy riches o' green leather, 1279|And cover thee in thy honied brooms; 1279|And if thou wilt be mine at the season, thou shall be mine. 1279|For I hae gowd in my Father's house, 1279|And thou art a rich, a rich man am I. 1279|Then clothe thee in thy riches o' green leather, 1279|And cover thee in thy honied brooms: 1279|And tho' thou takest a different name, 1279|Thou's ne'er leave hypocrites in thy stake, 1279|For they shall be cast out like a swarm o' bees, 1279|Or like a flower that lies neglected on the ground. 1279|Then clothe thee in thy riches o' green leather, 1279|And cover thee in thy Honied brooms; 1279|And may thy journey be a short one, 1279|And all thy life be a sweet one to thy luver; 1279|Our Father who gave us tae be Christians, we will be 1279|No whit inferior to the lasses o' the North. 1279|I love thy woods and valleys, and I lo'e thee, 1279|As I lo'e a long, happy life; 1279|But I canna bear to see thy fields so green, 1279|And wish that I could stay. 1279|I feel thou hold'st thy peace, thou'lt ne'er gether 1279|A man and maid a-row; 1279|I wish it mony and mony aneath the snaw, 1279|And drownded wintery rain. 1279|I wish it mony a day and mony a night, 1279|And if thou ne'er wad find, 1279|Thee douny brooks and the bare hillocks green to see, 1279|She wadna turn her from thee: 1279|For though thou liv'st and think it miles and miles, 1279|And I ======================================== SAMPLE 16180 ======================================== 1365|And thus they spake, the lovers of their land. 1365|All the people there that come from afar 1365|Thro' the city of Perilem; who hear 1365|The sound of her footfall, and the sound 1365|Of her voice, and follow and are blessed 1365|By the fame of Laranas. There they sit 1365|Aloof, for her beauty is more fair 1365|Than all the glory of all the fame 1365|Of those who sit upon glory's summits: 1365|And all the others are as naught to them. 1365|Nay, they should follow her, since she hath sway 1365|In the city and kingdom of Perilem. 1365|Let us rise and go forth together. 1365|Myself and the good knight Geraint 1365|Now leave; and the young knight Geraint 1365|Will go with us, even till he die, 1365|That we may follow the mistress of Laranas 1365|Out of this city, whereof we have been 1365|Such as we are, and such it shall be 1365|To him and us until his death. 1365|It is a city of many people, 1365|Famous for gold and for wonderful work; 1365|A lady, who rules her people with law 1365|And divine decree, and for her name 1365|Suffers not less than that of Diana. 1365|But tell me this, if ever thou seest 1365|Thy lips' impious worship of the goddess, 1365|Why dost thou stand upon the threshold? 1365|Nay, ask her to the very seat of God: 1365|That speech thou wouldst have from her withheld! 1365|Thou askest that thou mayst speak with fame, 1365|Not to be held or spoken of again. 1365|Thereon the lady spake. 1365|Woman, thou whose form 1365|Is like to light from the last sunset, 1365|What hast thou done for me to-day! 1365|Now to be taken, and to be caught 1365|By the foul treachery of my lord! 1365|Ah, thou! 1365|For the voice of love is the trumpet of peace; 1365|It is the hand of God made clear 1365|In the dark of night, that the people, 1365|That the knights of the realm of Aragon, 1365|That the monarchs of the world may hear us, 1365|When the light hath died away in heaven, 1365|Making a pause in the story. 1365|Nay, this was done. 1365|For the lady 1365|That made it, have I done the same. 1365|It was the man, Geraint of Rushenpool; 1365|He was my good friend and the master-mason. 1365|He heard the sound of horse and hound, 1365|And the stir of the harness and the load, 1365|And came to the throne with the people. 1365|The Queen, the lady, and Geraint, 1365|And the noble Prince Christner, we hold 1365|Unto the greatest honor. 1365|Well wist he that our lives were in danger. 1365|Forth went the words of King Charles. 1365|Out from the court he rode with his sword, 1365|And the people cried out, "Amen!" 1365|And he rode in the market-place 1365|Before the knights and the maidens good; 1365|And he made them welcome with a word, 1365|And said unto them: "It is meet 1365|That any whom thou here beholds 1365|Wilt pledge the faith that I offer." 1365|The king was bold. 1365|With his gold he came to the board; 1365|And the maidens said, "He is bold; 1365|He is no knight, I deem." 1365|King, what knight did he pledge 1365|Out of his hand? 1365|He brought his gold up to the face 1365|Of the King, and said, "I pledge you this, 1365|That whatsoever you do, I know, 1365|And the maidens said, "What fools we are!" 1365|They stood on tipt ======================================== SAMPLE 16190 ======================================== 5185|And the man's feet I shall not send 5185|From his passage to the island. 5185|Send but my robe of green and yellow, 5185|And my purple-reins I'll send thee." 5185|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen, 5185|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli: 5185|"Whence comes this wonderful garment?" 5185|"I was going to provide Saki 5185|With a husband, for her father; 5185|This my thought was, while travelling, 5185|Wear my garments to the traveller; 5185|This my thought has become a reality." 5185|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5185|"Youth not for woman's work is ready, 5185|Waiting for my aged daughter. 5185|I will bring her to your island, 5185|To your dwelling-place I'll offer, 5185|Make her father and her brother 5185|Wife and housekeeper for your island; 5185|Six good sons she'll bring along, 5185|Follow them to the wooded island, 5185|There acquire men for your island, 5185|There obtain the mart for building, 5185|There the best and youngest candidates 5185|Let them join the branches of the willow; 5185|Make them join the woods for climbing, 5185|Join the streams for washing linen, 5185|Join the surf for swimming purses, 5185|Join the winds for guiding vessels, 5185|Join the waves for surfing vessels, 5185|Join the pine-trees for cutting lumber, 5185|Let them join the birchen branches." 5185|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen, 5185|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli: 5185|"It is not meet my wishes, 5185|Does not need my wishes led by, 5185|To my proper sphere I haste, 5185|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5185|To the dwelling of Tuonela, 5185|To the darksome land of heroes, 5185|In the narrowest of the islands; 5185|I must cross the evil islands, 5185|Cross the first of mysterious rivers, 5185|Cross the river of Tuoni, 5185|O'er the swift, the evil waters!" 5185|Much disheartened, sad, and weary, 5185|Luonainen's mother answered: 5185|"Do not speed across the waters, 5185|Lest thy frock-soles of victory 5185|Wreck thee in the voyage ahead; 5185|Only go, thou child of beauty, 5185|Thou, Tuoni's fairest daughter, 5185|To the kingdom of Tuoni, 5185|To the dwellings of Manala, 5185|Lest in straitened strait thou shouldst perish, 5185|Lest thou shouldst perish in the waters 5185|With thy helpless and unhoused daughter." 5185|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen 5185|To the handsome Pohya-naako, 5185|These the words he to his mother: 5185|"O, maiden, daughter, proudly born 5185|Of the fields of bliss and victory, 5185|Do not speed across the incoming 5185|Rivers of blood and waters, 5185|Lest thy broidered sack should fail thee, 5185|Lest thy wizard-shining buckler 5185|Should be snapped in mid career; 5185|In the narrowest strait of Karjala, 5185|To thy doom and doom atones not, 5185|To thy death, O mother mine! 5185|"But if thou shouldst ever dare to enter 5185|Rights granted by thy father, 5185|Or thy kindred's throne, O maiden, 5185|Sink thy ship into the ocean, 5185|Follow not her giddy, raging, 5185|Into billows ill-timed, cheering; 5185|Light a fire in the cabin, 5185|Gather fire-wood in the forest, 5185|Or the winds and weather forced thee 5185|To thy death, O death of hardships!" 5185|Kyllikki's Lament. 5185|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen, 5185 ======================================== SAMPLE 16200 ======================================== 1304|The winds that sing 1304|At break of day 1304|With sighing and with pensive moan, 1304|As if in grassy glades they lay, 1304|Or in the hollows of the hill 1304|All day they pensive moan. 1304|All day they sigh, 1304|While birds among the leaves 1304|In warbling strains repeat 1304|The song that they shall sing no more, 1304|Nor any song repeat, 1304|Though every bird and bird 1304|With warbling note repeat; 1304|For never yet 1304|Was mortal seen 1304|So great a warbling there. 1304|No murmur creeps or grows 1304|Among these heights above the grass, 1304|No murmuring winds about the hills 1304|That murmur when the sun is set; 1304|But underfoot 1304|Sinks cool and green 1304|The brook that was so silent. 1304|No raven croaks, no night-bird flits 1304|Amid the brambles under bough; 1304|But now, all bird and bard 1304|Have quieted to sing for joy of this. 1304|Faintly it swells; 1304|Now in sweet strains it rings; 1304|And now it falters, 1304|Now ceases, 1304|Now begins again, 1304|As if the heart would stay with one 1304|Longer pause ere it forgets the strain 1304|It rocked among the willows damp 1304|And sang in trees that are the skies, 1304|In a rapture that is lost in bliss, 1304|And as if the birds had heard, 1304|All night, her gentle lay, 1304|And would be glad 1304|That she was born; 1304|And think with delight 1304|All days were best, 1304|And seek no lengthened span. 1304|The lute that she strung 1304|And tuned and poured 1304|Her grief to wring 1304|Through life, in vain; 1304|The notes in strings 1304|She let run new 1304|As winds across the sea. 1304|Her life was a long tale 1304|To me, and one it was, 1304|That read on her lips-- 1304|And tears were in her eyes; 1304|And her love was lost, 1304|And her hopes decayed, 1304|And hopes that would not thrive; 1304|And all that was right 1304|Was a wasted thing; 1304|And all that was bad 1304|Was an outcast thing; 1304|And all that was fair 1304|Was an outcast thing; 1304|She lived in a garden bright, 1304|Where her brother slept by day, 1304|She sang to him her dreams, 1304|And his fingers prick 1304|His heart with joy, in answer, 1304|And his brow with joy. 1304|He smiled on her eyes, 1304|And her soul answered to 1304|His sweet and tender touch; 1304|Then, as one's hand passes him, 1304|His fingers press; 1304|And her hair and his hair 1304|Are the tresses he'll wear. 1304|And, dying, she said, 1304|Oh, how glad 1304|To be loved thus! 1304|With her tears for his kisses, 1304|And his smiles for her tears! 1304|How her spirit beat 1304|The beatings of her beat; 1304|While he laid them 1304|Deep in her hair! 1304|To a dream she woke 1304|Of a dove that fluttered 1304|Athwart her sleep,-- 1304|A golden wing 1304|And wings of white 1304|That winged the drowsy 1304|Night--as if she lay 1304|A moorland dream. 1304|She heard and seemed to hear, 1304|But could not tell 1304|When the wings and her head 1304|Were one with the same; 1304|And dreaming still 1304|Of him she loved, 1304|Through the night she lay, 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 16210 ======================================== 1280|"He went to visit his mother in the city of Paderborn, 1280|On a warm December afternoon. 1280|"When he returned, 1280|He found my mother dead on the threshold of her house, 1280|And there would be no one else in her house but him alone. 1280|The last words that she had spoken to my memory are as sweet, 1280|They are but words of death, for they have no meaning to me. 1280|He went upon a spree in Bavarian Rhineland, 1280|And died in Buitendach, in August, 1865. 1280|"He had a son, 1280|With the Duke of Wellington, to England, England. 1280|His son is now a Lieutenant-Colonel, 1280|And now his mother's dead, 1280|And they would not be a boy or a girl together, 1280|And there is never a joy in my life for ever 1280|"He had a daughter, 1280|She went to the East, 1280|And in a certain city went up the stairs of a high-arched 1280|wall 1280|Until she came to me in a dream in the night, sleeping. 1280|She was a beauty, 1280|A wonderful thing. 1280|Her friends said, 'She has a soul, and we think she has it, 1280|No matter what,' 1280|And they are lying. 1280|He had a daughter, 1280|Who went up in a dream like a bird in the night of August, 1280|"We are living our life here in the great world, 1280|Forgetting the years of regret. 1280|And all our good companions are fallen away, 1280|The only ones left are we, 1280|And I have a father, 1280|And the only man I know is the King, 1280|Who loves me to death." 1280|"He loves me to death," 1280|She answered sadly, looking in his eyes. 1280|And all their good companions are fallen away, 1280|Their only ones left are they." 1280|He took her hand in his, 1280|And kissed her lips as her hair fell, 1280|"We are living our life here in the great world, 1280|And our children are all grown up. 1280|Forgetting the years of regret?" 1280|"And all our good companions are fallen away, 1280|Their only ones left are we, 1280|And I have a father, 1280|And the only man I know is the King, 1280|And they were lying and thinking nonsense. 1280|The one I loved was another's, 1280|For I told them so. 1280|And the only man I know is the King, 1280|And they were lying and dreaming. 1280|"But, oh my God! 1280|And all our good companions are fallen away, 1280|Their only ones left are we, 1280|And I have a father, 1280|And the only man I know is the King, 1280|For loving me so." 1280|"Forgetting regrets?" 1280|"For, oh my God, I cannot forget them. 1280|I should die without regret for all my good companions, 1280|And I have no wish now for any other man 1280|Than to be the only one left. 1280|I might have been the first, 1280|But they did not take me in to help them. 1280|I might have been the last, 1280|But they never took me in to help them. 1280|I might have been the one, 1280|Except I was the only one left, 1280|And they were lying and thinking nonsense; 1280|They were ever lying and thinking nonsense 1280|Till I told them for my sake, 1280|But now, my God, I cannot remember." 1280|"Not so, 1280|And all our good companions are fallen away, 1280|Their only ones left are we, 1280|And I have a father, 1280|And the only man I know is the King, 1280|And they were lying and thinking nonsense. 1280|Not so, 1280|And all our good companions are fallen away, 1280|Their only ======================================== SAMPLE 16220 ======================================== 34170|I was the King, and I was weak; 34170|A thousand leagues I ran on foot: 34170|The mountain's foot was never strong; 34170|A thousand leagues I ran on horseback: 34170|And I was all alone. 34170|One morning, as I went to fetch water, 34170|A snake lay dead upon the green; 34170|I saddled up my horse and mounted on, 34170|And I found it upon the way; 34170|I saddled up my horse and mounted on, 34170|And found it upon the way. 34170|I saddled up my horse and my pace 34170|As fast as I was able; 34170|And as I drew nigh unto the land, 34170|I found a coffin in the ground. 34170|I saddled up my horse and mounted on, 34170|And I found the coffin on the ground; 34170|I saddled up my horse and mounted on, 34170|And I found the coffin on the way. 34170|"I thought of your sire, O my father, 34170|I thought of your mother dear; 34170|And I buried both these darlings, dear, 34170|Upon your father's holy hill!" 34170|"O where are you going, father?" 34170|"To fetch you water, sweet cher, 34170|And to fetch you a drop of your fountain." 34170|"How can I go to fetch the fountain, father, 34170|If your daughter is so lost?" 34170|His sword is in his hand, and he hurries to the battle 34170|In the face of his mother, and her eyes are filled with tears. 34170|"My daughter is now found at Delvin's castle, 34170|On the castle walls she is lying; 34170|The child of a man who has passed away. 34170|"The father is poor, poor is my mother! 34170|In the castle they both were wedded; 34170|Their little child, in life's last blaze." 34170|"Oh, father, take me to your castle walls, 34170|And I will take me to my mother!" 34170|The old man with thick-set lips was silent. 34170|He heard her crying and his voice was sad. 34170|"Where is my daughter, mother, where is my fair one?" 34170|Crouching he took his little daughter; 34170|He bound her to his bosom, while the tears poured down. 34170|Ah! too late the mother spoke, and went her way; 34170|She left the castle when the day was done; 34170|She sought another husband, and was wed; 34170|But not the poor father's daughter. 34170|Then the wind blew; the leaves of the tree that grew 34170|Near to this coffin were scattered; 34170|And the bird that plumed its breast at morn of day 34170|Was still within the same nest; 34170|And the last drop of its weeping fell upon 34170|The fair, cold body of the child. 34170|And no more of its sorrows, and no more 34170|Of grief for the father gone; 34170|For the great wind bore away the fair child of the 34170|In the wintry blast, 34170|And scattered the leaves of the tree. 34170|"O father dear, do you not know me?" cried the child, 34170|As she ran to her mother. 34170|The mother looked up sadly, and bowed her head, 34170|As her heart beat fast in its sorrow. 34170|"I have loved you so well, little child, and so 34170|Always you shone, always it would brighten in my 34170|heart; 34170|And I could never, never love you more, for all 34170|the world is fair. 34170|"But the wind with its tears, and the wind and its tears 34170|hast kept me here, 34170|And the snow, with its snow, and the snow has been 34170|wonderful cold. 34170|"And I can feel the cold in my heart, and my body 34170|tired with labor, 34170|But I cannot go to my rest below! 34170|"I shall rest with my sisters, and they shall sit 34170 ======================================== SAMPLE 16230 ======================================== 18287|Of all the world's deep sea; 18287|He, as with the sea-fowl of the skies 18287|The wind is swift and free; 18287|He is as the wind and the sea: 18287|He walks a way beyond us. 18287|Like wind or sea and sun 18287|In the dim dawning or the night, 18287|Thou art with God; and when he saith 18287|Over this place of light and shade, 18287|Over what night and daybreak seem 18287|To thee, and all the sky, 18287|Thee at the world-beginning shall stand 18287|To answer, as to man, "Who am I?" 18287|And none shall say 18287|But thou wert God first, and mankind 18287|Was not, nor soul nor seed. 18287|Ah, man's heart that dares, or ears that dare 18287|Forget and feign forget? 18287|O world-born, world-subdued one, 18287|God's world dost thou transcend, 18287|Wilt thou not, with thy great wing, 18287|Above the world's low roar 18287|Pass onward all the years, nor turn 18287|Thy gaze to him, the great, 18287|The lord of every wave and tree 18287|Whom Death hath made not live? 18287|And, after many days, in one 18287|Of all the waves that seem, 18287|Thou also find great life again, 18287|And in the sea-weed's breath, 18287|And in the heart of earth, and stars 18287|That glow and shine and beat, 18287|Thou shalt have sight of his face, and rise 18287|Out of the sea and heaven. 18287|As the bird in the sky, 18287|And through the sun to reach again 18287|Its nest in some high water-sprite, 18287|So thy life and the deathless sun 18287|Wilt set thee higher still 18287|Than this low world is wisdome, 18287|Whose sons, like thee, shall die. 18287|And thy great death shall be a sound 18287|In the round world's vast air; 18287|Like a battle-cry the old 18287|Earth ringeth and the new 18287|Rings loud beneath the dark 18287|Of night's dark soul, which seeketh light 18287|Above its brother dead. 18287|And when thou shalt have heard this cry, 18287|A voice of thunder, and a shape 18287|As of a bird ascending high 18287|Out of the sea and sky, 18287|Thine infinite souls shall lift 18287|Their voices in one prayer. 18287|As leaves and the wild winds pass 18287|From field to field and tree to tree, 18287|Pass thou, O life that passeth not, 18287|Pass thou and say thy song! 18287|The song of the sea-flowers blown, 18287|The dream of the nightingale and dove,-- 18287|The joy of all things live and near; 18287|Pass thou and say thy song! 18287|Tarry not in the harvest-time, 18287|The sun's joy and night's sorrow; 18287|Pass thou and say thy song! 18287|Pass on, for the soul of the song 18287|Has a great journey for him,-- 18287|The joy of the old earth to find, 18287|That shall be sung in the way. 18287|The songs of the wind, the sea-tides and sea, 18287|The song of the day in the cloud and in stone 18287|Are for the world and the ways of it all; 18287|Pass thou and say thy song! 18287|The sea-bird is glad and the wind-flowers glad,-- 18287|But thou shalt find sorrow in earth and heaven: 18287|Pass thou and say thy song! 18287|A song of sorrow,--it comes not from me, 18287|So great the music that grows faint, so sweet the words, 18287|That they may come back, and the song may begin again, 18287|And lighten the pangs of the heart, which yet they may not heal. 18287|And the song ======================================== SAMPLE 16240 ======================================== 1471|But all my being is in your eyes: 1471|So my soul hath found you and you mine, 1471|So I hold you not as in my sight 1471|Yourself, which is you, yourself, yourself. 1471|So, if it be you, yourself, your self, 1471|Why must I follow you alone? 1471|In your face, in your soul, in your mind, 1471|All your glory, all your love, all your peace, 1471|Caught in the clasp of your swift delight, 1471|Proudly I see you, O self-searching 1471|Sweet, O Self-revealing, depart! 1471|Who is this that sits and sings a dirge 1471|'Gainst a corpse upon his flagon filled?-- 1471|One the whole world loves and dares not mock, 1471|Whose heart-strings are twang without a bow, 1471|Whose name has all the strings a deacon broke, 1471|Yet has been made a great god of his time, 1471|And his head bears a bard who would assuage 1471|Self-hatred and put self-hatred to the test. 1471|To him, O pore Belovèd, is 1471|All thy want but want and thirst, 1471|All thy pain but pain, 1471|All thy woe but sorrow, O 1471|Not more sufficed with thy woe. 1471|But thy song this belovëd one 1471|Hath broken with a word; 1471|For, not all bereaved of that, 1471|Part withheld, and all made whole, 1471|Is half so sweet, O Belovèd. 1471|Who is it in the world unshamed, 1471|Whose name hath made the sky? 1471|Who, of old, the gods abideth, 1471|And never knows abeyance? 1471|The one great law, the great avenger, 1471|The great avenger of wrong, 1471|For all the world's sakes. 1471|God of my fathers, thou art love, 1471|And I am the slave of thee, 1471|And with thy tears of pain am fire, 1471|And with thy sighs am peace. 1471|What needeth the sword? What needeth the rod? 1471|Thou to whom the serpent ties 1471|His evil talons will unfold 1471|Thee, O Self-burning Belovèd! 1471|To love in all that is fair, 1471|To love with all, to love like the stars, 1471|And love like the deep blue sky, 1471|The sea, and all the winds that blow. 1471|The stars, and thee, thy soul, to hear, 1471|O Belovèd, in thine own soul's frame! 1471|Not more in thine own soul's self-poetry, 1471|Tears and faith, and fervent prayer, than I. 1471|Sleeping, when his songs were played, 1471|Gravely in bed alone he lay, 1471|The angelic choir sang sweetly: 1471|I drew the curtains close 1471|And saw a maiden fair,-- 1471|And then my tears began to fall. 1471|I saw her sleeping; she was white, 1471|With eyes and cheek-gloves blue as snow; 1471|And I, a child, was still, 1471|Nor moved my gaze abroad, 1471|Nor murmured "'Twas noon of day." 1471|Nor ever ceased the song to sing; 1471|Till I grew cold and wan, 1471|And, cold as icicles, 1471|I sate unto the walled-in grave. 1471|At last, "I die!" I did say. 1471|"O Father, save me hence! 1471|"I am not fit to live, not I,-- 1471|I feel my heart grow cold,-- 1471|In ice and flame I sink, 1471|And, dying, ask a shroud."-- 1471|So I prayed to Him afar, 1471|And on the wall the shroud did fall, 1471|Made ======================================== SAMPLE 16250 ======================================== 24662|The world is full of light and air, 24662|Of song and dance, of play and play; 24662|But I who am away so long 24662|And go to other men so late 24662|Would seek an hour when skies were clear 24662|And sunbeams shone upon the path 24662|To find the one true comrade there. 24662|He who is away so long 24662|I have no friend but you alone. 24662|To-day I found him; with his face 24662|All aglow 24662|And all his heart's emotion shining through, 24662|I saw him trot behind me. 24662|I stopped him there, in passing through 24662|My pathway; his eyes 24662|I met among the blossoms sweet, 24662|With lips that knew my love, and laughed: 24662|I held him in my heart, as in 24662|A dear remembrance of the glow 24662|Of my young life I saw him pass, 24662|The year before in life's prime; 24662|When for her love he came that night 24662|To bless her with his starry eyes. 24662|I could not hold him; I ran 24662|To your blue sky, my lone delight! 24662|But when, with sudden and complete 24662|Joy, 24662|At the star-led feast at evening time 24662|He came again, the tears were ours, 24662|And his white face lit up with mirth! 24662|I knew, and we were blest as one, 24662|He went, and could not find his way 24662|From you to me. 24662|I thought that I should never more 24662|See your eyes brighten in the light, 24662|Till night and day. 24662|I was too eager; now I sigh 24662|And weep, 24662|While you are far away, and still 24662|The voice of singing on my ear 24662|Is all of me!-- 24662|For I am home and you are far, 24662|And all is over, and forgot, 24662|And I am only a child, and so, 24662|And only a little thing, you are gone! 24662|And yet, ah! it must not be. I know 24662|That oft, while still on that dear journey straying, 24662|And yet, as far as I can ever see, 24662|You still must wait, 24662|I cannot let you go. 24662|O sweet is life in all the sunny climes 24662|That smile in May, in full April-glow: 24662|To me none of them can equal thine. 24662|And yet, for all the sunshine and the flowers, 24662|O may I never part from fellowship 24662|Of those two eyes, so brightly glowing, seeing, 24662|O now, oh now, my love is wholly thine! 24662|A little, and a fair, and now a small, 24662|A little like thee, and now like thee as thou art, 24662|And thou shalt be no more! 24662|The first time that I looked at her face, 24662|The first time I felt that she was mine, 24662|I knew that she would be my lady's queen. 24662|Her hair, as we walked in the garden, 24662|Was brown and tangled down; 24662|And brown and winding strands of her cassock 24662|Were golden, silver-shining. 24662|For every morn and eve from dawn till dark, 24662|Each morning and evening and night, 24662|She wore her crown, like a coronet 24662|That should be placed on high, 24662|And every morn and evening and night, 24662|A shining flame of glory shone through 24662|The sunshine of her golden hair, 24662|And eyes, and lips, and tender laughter, 24662|And lightness and softness. 24662|I knew that she would never, never go 24662|Unto the school; I knew that she would lie 24662|All day within the house, and at night, 24662|For very shame and spite, would kiss me, 24662|And look at me, and never speak again. 24662|I had no feeling, no feeling ======================================== SAMPLE 16260 ======================================== 1365|But the dark-eyed beauty, with her silky hair, 1365|Saw him to the river; and he heard a song, 1365|And his heart within him was filled with light; 1365|And the nightingale all the woods among 1365|Was repeating the sweet strain. 1365|Then with lifted arms he saw her stand, 1365|And in silence he drew near: 1365|She took his hands, and led him by the hand 1365|Through the thronging flower-strewn ways, 1365|Through the wooded vale of Froom. 1365|The water-lilies rustled by the moon, 1365|The willows swayed beneath her feet, 1365|They felt her touch, the coolness of the air, 1365|Like a soft pressure of the hand. 1365|The little pool shrunk into itself 1365|From the upturned faces of the trees, 1365|And all the place was lit with golden flowers, 1365|And lit again by her brown hair. 1365|The little river through the verdant reeds 1365|Glowt to the happy music, and each burst 1365|Into deep murmurs, and a thousand streams 1365|In many murmurs murmured too. 1365|He felt her beauty in the light-brown hair, 1365|In the dim glory of her eyes; 1365|And he thought, if ever any man 1365|Could have been happy in a maid, it was with her. 1365|Then he thought of her, as a poet feels 1365|The power of poetry in him; 1365|He thought of her in praises, and of praise, 1365|And of her lips, his lips like hers; 1365|He thought of her with passion, thinking then 1365|How well the soul of the one must match. 1365|A moment in the grass, a moment in shade, 1365|An instant in the lindens,-- 1365|She, walking as she would walk no longer, 1365|Turn'd and disappeared. 1365|The leaves were whirling in a dervish wind, 1365|And, full of hate and despair, 1365|A hound, half-dressed, upon the castle-roof 1365|Came looking with one dreary thirst. 1365|He barked, he barked till all the castle-walls 1365|Re-echoed, "Flee, fiends! Away! 1365|Let them return not; this is hell! 1365|"I drive them not back! I drive them not back!" 1365|The hound bellowed, "Haul them! I win, 1365|Even at thy very feet!" 1365|By this the castle-gate was high; and, lo! 1365|From the castle-court the tide 1365|Unto the gateway led, a wildering way; 1365|A torrent of parching rain, and thundering spray; 1365|And from the forest, crashing and wild, 1365|The great rain-clouds followed, and on ever 1365|More rocks were cleft, and cliffs were sunk, 1365|And ever more huge streams were lowered 1365|The black wind swept in, and bore away 1365|The trees, and drove the squirrel and the wren, 1365|And the wattle-headed will-o-the-wisp. 1365|The earth stood still, the air was still, 1365|The birds were still, and listened idly 1365|To thunder, as onward it streamed; 1365|And all the trees began to swing, 1365|And the great trees swayed, and rustled; 1365|The brown birches dropped, and the gourd spread, 1365|But heard not the huge cloud-bird's song. 1365|The mountains heard not the deep waterfall; 1365|The clouds to the clouds came soaring, 1365|As, gathering, in long cumbrous ranks, 1365|The lances of the thundering rocks 1365|Poured down the torrent sides of God. 1365|And, lo! through the dark clouds that were lifting, 1365|Out of the storm the lightning, fast as thought, 1365|Stood forth, and lighted up the darkening sky! 1365|Till, with a roar ======================================== SAMPLE 16270 ======================================== 941|The things that she knew so well from childhood 941|Were coming back to her again and again, 941|And so she wept and sobbed, and told him all about it, 941|Till it seemed as if her eyes were filling with tears 941|And her voice was low and weak and soft and weak; 941|She said: 'He'll never understand, 941|For you'll always be able to tell; 941|The things that you've seen when little boys, 941|The things that you've known so many years, 941|Will always come back to you and stay 941|Like old, old stories, funny stories, 941|And every boy has his old one. 941|'He'll never understand how you feel, 941|Or why you're sad and troubled so; 941|He'll never understand the things you say, 941|Or the things you will not understand. 941|He won't understand the things you say, 941|For he won't be there to hear or see, 941|And so he never will hear or see 941|The sweet, sweet things, the things that I tell.' 941|And so she wept and sobbed and wept again, 941|And then she put a little packet on the shelf, 941|And then she took her ladle and the packet, 941|And the tears came streaming fast and fast, 941|And her eyes and hair and lips were wet. 941|'I'll go and call a boy and let him come and play, 941|And so he'll understand all I've to tell.' 941|And so she wept and sobbed and wept again, 941|And then she took her ladle and the packet, 941|And she wiped her tears from her eyes and cheeks. 941|And so she took her ladle and the packet, 941|And so she took the picture by the hand, 941|And the long days wore away, and so there's another 941|One there's one waiting, and the boy, I ween. 941|And so it's all so sad and sweet and pleasant, 941|It seems as if it was made by God. 941|He came down from his golden throne of might 941|To bless old Mother Eve for all her days, 941|And he took her picture and he took the packet, 941|And God gave him a song to sing on Mother Eve. 941|The song that he sang of God from power above 941|The angels listened to with every breath; 941|And the angel voice that he sang their souls went panting, 941|For the picture was Mother Eve in all her glory 941|And the song went up, and a heavenly call rang out, 941|With the music of God's song, from power above. 941|The song of God's song from power above 941|Has never stopped since then, it is the song we hear 941|We sing to Mother Eve every day 941|Whom all the angels listen to with every breath. 941|The angels heard with a heavy heart, 941|They could not understand what he said, 941|And they smiled, 941|For they knew 941|He would take 941|The picture for His kingdom's glory, 941|And they knew that God would sing and bless the picture, 941|And the angels know they never sing to mortals 941|Before His song when His soul is up as if for them. 941|All the angels turned their heads and smiled 941|And they whispered: 'God bless us, Lord, 941|For the picture is Mother Eve in all her glory, 941|And a message from Him in the heart of the picture. 941|And to-night we must sing to a heavenly picture; 941|It is Mother Eve with the blessed picture by the lot.' 941|And the angels sang with a heavy heart 941|To the great Queen 941|Who they saw on the throne of the shining world 941|And she smiled on them, 941|And she said: 941|'Dear Angels of Time, Dear Angels of Space, 941|When you sing to Mother Eve 941|All the angels go panting, 941|They cannot understand 941|What your message ======================================== SAMPLE 16280 ======================================== 29345|I'll be the way to make it true! 29345|If I were a red bird or a blue, 29345|And just came along like a cloud! 29345|I will go to the top of the mountain 29345|I've got three good friends below, 29345|And I'll go along with them to the summit, 29345|And we'll be friends forever! 29345|I'll go with all three of them, but I know 29345|I'll see the last blue bird not there! 29345|I know what they'll do. They will fly to the top of 29345|the mountain, up the branch, out of sight. 29345|If we stay here long enough, the bird will start 29345|and say the words you're thinking of. 29345|If you would come and be my friend, if you would 29345|join two lives that are broken yet, and mend 29345|yourselves so that one survives--I know how that 29345|would feel, but I say that. 29345|If you would help me to find my friends. 29345|Say, do! I can't wait, for I have so much on my 29345|mind! 29345|But if you would find your three good friends and 29345|make them all your own again, and make 29345|them your own--I say if you would find your three 29345|good friends and make them all your own again, 29345|you shall have them. 29345|You shall live 29345|together and never fall out, 29345|And when you are made of stone I shall live 29345|yet apart. 29345|"And if you are made of stone. " I shall keep with you 29345|only as long as you will keep me. 29345|You shall be strong and happy,--not to me. 29345|I can't wait that is good enough. 29345|"You'll never stay with me, for I have so much 29345|on my mind. 29345|I've had to make some choices. God takes away 29345|you, and--forgive me, if I think I'd put you 29345|with me into His hands--I can't think I'd take you 29345|with me back." 29345|"Why, never mind. 29345|I can choose any couple that's good 29345|enough for me, but you?" 29345|"And if you won't be your own friend 29345|and know all your own wishes, what can I do 29345|with you?" 29345|"I'm not sure you'd make friends with any 29345|you meet. 29345|I know what you have done." 29345|"Oh, there's another thing. 29345|You've told me that your whole life and soul 29345|has been one long struggle with that God that 29345|made you and gives you and gives you and makes 29345|you what you are." 29345|"I have not asked 29345|anything further of you; I am not 29345|entreated to think you must mean to mean 29345|anything else to me--" 29345|"Why, why, what's that?" 29345|I said to her. She looked shocked and 29345|bewildered. "What?" 29345|"Why, I wish you would tell me what you 29345|think I should do." 29345|"Have I asked anything? Have I told you 29345|anything that you'd not repeat to me?" 29345|"Why, you didn't ask _any_questions." 29345|"Do you want me to think you asked 29345|anything?" 29345|"You didn't ask 29345|anything further." 29345|"Well, have you told 29345|I to ask to be with you when you go?" 29345|"Oh, what would you have me do?" 29345|"Why," said she, "do you want me to do 29345|something? Tell me what you want me to 29345|do." 29345|"You wanted _action_? You want me to leave my 29345|friends and take the stairs to the last 29345|stop, and make an escape, and go, 29345|dazzle, as some lone pilgrim wanderer 29345|in the desert, to this lonely room ======================================== SAMPLE 16290 ======================================== 1287|And there thy voice is heard, the while, 1287|Where every living creature stands. 1287|Here, where in thy kingdom I have been, 1287|Wilt thou to me, beloved, stand?-- 1287|Thyself be there with me, I say; 1287|Thou, in thyself, must there confide." 1287|She takes the harp, and sits upright 1287|By his side, with happy heart: 1287|He, by that day, with joyous mind 1287|The true love's passion feels. 1287|"Oh, what enchanting power, 1287|What secret power is this, 1287|Which now doth seem to be 1287|The only sound of all this world? 1287|Who can be born into it 1287|Nor by the world's hand begot?" 1287|"Prais'd," he says, "this mighty power, 1287|So far it seems from me, 1287|'Tis wondrous, I must own, 1287|To feel and know it so. 1287|In form a man, indeed, no doubt, 1287|It may be called,--if form so be. 1287|What, too, I say of what, 1287|This mightiest of creatures seems, 1287|But ne'er beheld, I trust, 1287|By human eye, nor, then, to be 1287|The guest of spirit gods." 1287|Then gently, gently she, 1287|With pleasing eyes and mien-- 1287|As flowers, by rain, are turned to grass-- 1287|Began to say:--Then, as the light 1287|Turn'd to another beam, 1287|The fair goddess, in affright, 1287|Themselves, their love disclosed, 1287|And to the man she pledged her faith 1287|Did she not say before? 1287|And, with this promise, see! 1287|The sun is coming, thou shalt see 1287|His face from hence away. 1287|Hear, too, how nature wills 1287|(For why should not whatever's best), 1287|For you, her children, all; 1287|How she ushers new delight 1287|Whate'er of us had birth. 1287|In our lives she loves to sow 1287|The seeds of all that's good, 1287|And we have joy which we 1287|To her, from hence, shall pass. 1287|Thither, at last she'll lead us 1287|With all a heavenly course. 1287|Thus, if thou have a friend, to him 1287|We'll sing a joyous song! 1287|But if there's no sooth way,-- 1287|Either 'tis not for thee, 1287|Or else thy life has been 1287|A day in folly's way. 1287|As we, the sun and moon 1287|With showers of light are met; 1287|Their influence so intense 1287|Is but to make us mad; 1287|And it must come to this, 1287|If they'd rain in less! 1287|If thou art wise, then woe! 1287|'Tis always best to yield; 1287|For he who yields not, will see 1287|His life all ruined quite. 1287|And then, to every ill,-- 1287|Which brings thee most to view-- 1287|With one of thee all woes 1287|With nought to him are felt. 1287|And when thou'rt in this plight, 1287|Then, oh! the days of joy,-- 1287|Of all thy days so fair! 1287|But in such a case thou 1287|Shouldst see no joy to-day. 1287|I heard a bird, while I 1287|Was musing on the world, 1287|The light of my eyes grew less, 1287|And I began to cry, 1287|I took my little child 1287|Who, by my side arrayed, 1287|Shine out, shine round about, 1287|As in my childish days! 1287|Oh, if your spirit so 1287|Can turn, by its pure might, 1287|The evil works of God 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 16300 ======================================== 36214|But, as thy own, a soul-retreat, 36214|Pleasure's sweet relapse? 36214|Not yet at rest will I 36214|With the sad world go by, 36214|Till I touch the sun and stars; 36214|The joys of earth to share, 36214|The hopes we fondly cherish, 36214|All, all are dimmed for me, 36214|E'en my heart is cold! 36214|O ye who love, long have I loved, 36214|That the world-fury of earth is done, 36214|And heaven, at last, is mine alone. 36214|But the stars to me have given 36214|Themselves in their most secret bowers, 36214|And I feel, as I look afar, 36214|That they will leave me never to-morrow. 36214|Love, it is long past, love, and gone, 36214|Since my last love it was aye, 36214|And all that I had I now possess, 36214|But the world-wisdom of youth. 36214|What should ever be in heaven's store 36214|That would to earth to-morrow stay? 36214|What should ever be on earth at end, 36214|Whose life is but a long-drawn river, 36214|Far away or nearer in the sky? 36214|I feel the winds of June are still, 36214|For the spring-vapors fall on my head, 36214|And the light winds of blue heaven steal 36214|On the leaves, and the flowers. 36214|And, O love, the sunshine of June, 36214|That fades where I lie, for me! 36214|As a tree that is withered, 36214|Yet has hung up with all its leafage, 36214|Thusly my love does to me 36214|Hold my life that will never depart. 36214|I only wish I might be 36214|A tree or a flower, 36214|Or live one night together; 36214|I only wish I knew 36214|How much it means to you. 36214|For, see, yonder flower, 36214|That seems not to be mine, 36214|Seems hid in the summer sky, 36214|Which, like a leaf, is blown to the breeze 36214|As away in the sun's warm fire, 36214|Where its bitter fragrance dies. 36214|That leaves in the scent of the flowers 36214|Its memory of me. 36214|The morning-glories and dahlias 36214|And holly, that o'er the hedges 36214|Blossomb in verdure and mignonette, 36214|With the morning in their folds, 36214|Obey the summons of mine ear! 36214|And lo, as my love to my beauty 36214|Sets forth for each my longing! 36214|The roses are over-sweet! 36214|The holly too too faint, too rare! 36214|The dahlias, they need not blush! 36214|And now the garden begins, 36214|And I can feel the heat 36214|In the roses as the sun dips them, 36214|And the holly as its leaves fall. 36214|Oh what a glory is there, 36214|When June descends once more on earth! 36214|She comes not with a frown 36214|As before she did, but gives 36214|Her heavenly presence freely forth 36214|With the lightest of cheer. 36214|With a smile upon her face, 36214|While her footsteps glide before 36214|In the gentle, sunny glade, 36214|That crowns a winding slope, 36214|Where a violet spreads her glee, 36214|O'er the old garden's walls. 36214|Her feet must stoop to them, 36214|With a softer tread than eve's, 36214|That the warm air in their bloom 36214|Might not soothe, and their hue 36214|For ever more divine. 36214|The little birds are now a-calling 36214|In the breeze of the opening day. 36214|I look to see where they lie sleeping, 36214|But they all are dreaming of light. 36214|I cannot wake them and carry ======================================== SAMPLE 16310 ======================================== 1568|As the old earth 1612|Turns and rolls over, 1612|To its final and final state; 1612|Whence it was and is; 1612|Whence and for whose use it is. 1612|Whence there is a world of people. 1612|There they sit in his old palace, 1612|In the days when he was young. 1612|Whence he lived there, a young man. 1612|He lives still there, he is old; 1612|There are his old friends. . . . 1612|If they could only see, 1612|What is the light of heaven there. 1612|I say, 1612|He is gone, all of him, 1612|He has lost his power, 1612|He has lost his splendour. 1612|He is old, 1612|The last of us is he, 1612|The last of the old, old things. 1612|There they stand in his old palace, 1612|Passionate, silent, loving. 1612|They do not speak, 1612|They do not hear, 1612|The songs he sang. 1612|I saw them at evening, 1612|In the dawn's last rays, 1612|In the years and the nights 1612|Of a lost soul, a soul alone. 1612|And still I think, 1612|I say this: 1612|In the dark of the dusk 1612|They seem to be singing with me; 1612|They seem to be saying, "Come!" 1612|I think of the day that I died, 1612|And the dark of the dark hour 1612|When he looked up and looked down 1612|For me in the dusk. 1612|We are living in a light, 1612|We are singing a song 1612|That never was sung. 1612|We are living in a day, 1612|We live in a fire, 1612|With the breath and the soul and the body and hair 1612|Of a woman, 1612|Who lives a while and grows old. 1612|There's a girl at our house, 1612|I don't quite know her, 1612|I think she is fair, 1612|She's very brave, 1612|But I'll ask her to bed, 1612|She's always been so. 1612|She has many enemies 1612|Who think she's so bold. 1612|She is never at my bed, 1612|But is always beside me there, 1612|On her legs of a different thread, 1612|She's very cold. 1612|I must go to my house, 1612|I can't go to bed, 1612|But I must not come back. 1612|There she comes with the girl, 1612|And kisses her, 1612|Then leaves me at my post. 1612|There she sits with her eyes, 1612|Where she's never seen; 1612|I walk by the bright green light, 1612|As far as I can go. 1612|I would lie at my post, 1612|But I can't, 1612|I've crossed the night, so wild. 1612|And I don't like to go to bed, 1612|At night when the stars rise: 1612|I can't sleep a wink, but I wish 1612|That I could go to bed. 1612|I know that the people that love me 1612|Will never leave me this month. 1612|I know that the people who love me 1612|Will never ever leave me in July. 1612|I know that the people who love me 1612|Will never ever leave me in May. 1612|I know that the people who love me 1612|Will never ever leave me at all! 1612|There's a girl at my house, 1612|Who I always think about; 1612|But I wish to go to bed soon. 1612|She sits and talks to me 1612|All the time, it turns me red. 1612|Her eyes are very blue, 1612|And she is very fair; 1612|She always sits in a chair, 1612|Balls and shoes off her back, 1612|And a flower-pink pillow for ======================================== SAMPLE 16320 ======================================== 2620|But it'll not come again. 2620|She had a lily in each hand, 2620|And a pearl in each ear; 2620|For she danced with the lilies so merrily, 2620|That they tingled in her hair; 2620|And they smelt like the violet, 2620|Without a speck of spikenard. 2620|Her cheeks were like peach trees, 2620|Where Beauty sits at ease, 2620|Reading a romance,-- 2620|Where the author has lost his sheep, 2620|And the heroine has none. 2620|As soft air along her skin, 2620|As drops upon a hill, 2620|As morning dew upon the dew, 2620|As love upon a stone! 2620|And she did love him truly 2620|(The passion of her breast), 2620|As true as a dove may be, 2620|As loving and as true! 2620|Oh why this hurry? wherefore this fear? 2620|Thou little infant trembling in thy shroud? 2620|Thou little infant trembling in thy shroud? 2620|What fear is this? what rush, what tumult? 2620|Something near thee? 2620|Beside thee? Where is thy mother? 2620|Something disturbs the air: I cannot see; 2620|Something disturbs the air: my heart is shattered: 2620|Something disturbs the air: I am torn in pieces. 2620|What then is this? what now remains? 2620|What then remains? My life and all its blossom? 2620|My life and all its blossom! 2620|No: I feel torn in two. One has been lost 2620|Too sorely; he lies trembling under the sky; 2620|The other here on earth with me is found. 2620|What can be left? what can remain? 2620|The future before me, it is all obscured! 2620|Before me my past and present long since are parted; 2620|The one without me, the one in me, is lifeless. 2620|So we are torn in two! O heart of mine, 2620|O soul of mine, how hast thou felt the stroke? 2620|How hast thou lived, and that is ended all! 2620|We twain were friends, we twain were happy once, 2620|No more, if still there are two of us! 2620|As soon as the sun has come the skies were overcast, 2620|The stars went out and we rested not, 2620|No flight of feet can now begin 2620|But, alas! by wings of darkness be begot! 2620|As soon as the sun had gone beyond the hill, 2620|Our feet went up, alas, up to the blue, 2620|And, when the sky was clear and mild, 2620|Still up the stream did we cast our current to float, 2620|But still the stream became dark, dark, dark. O dark! 2620|As soon as that day into the sky we raised our eyes, 2620|It grew dimmer and darker, darker, dark. 2620|As soon as this day into the sky we sink, 2620|It grows lighter, but not black, it grows lighter, yea, 2620|Perhaps a little higher than before. 2620|As soon as that day to our eyes up here is brought 2620|It seems to shine, it seems to shine a little while 2620|The bright stream blackens, fades away. 2620|As soon as the sun is hid in heaven in the east, 2620|To us 'tis not so bright, we think, but 'tis not there; 2620|The stream blackens, seems to darken, as it flows along. 2620|As soon as the sun's black, it is drear, drear, dreary; 2620|As soon as the sun goes forth, the skies are all agleam; 2620|The black stream blackens, and the white stream we see, 2620|Black, white, black, and white, from far across the sky. 2620|As soon as the stream is stopped by the mountain's mouth, 2620|The black stream flows in at the rock's high place; 2620|Black then, and blacker as the gothic sunbeam's ======================================== SAMPLE 16330 ======================================== 9576|To serve all mankind. 9576|With that strong purpose in your heart 9576|Go forth on the hunt, my boy, 9576|And light the trail for Truth and Justice, 9576|Where'er its shadows may be. 9576|The Southron's curse is on you; 9576|The tyrant's curse is on you; 9576|The shame of a dozen years of wrong 9576|Is snatched away in one delicious scream! 9576|And now, when the thunder of guns, 9576|By thousands, throngs is up, 9576|And the foul miscreant, the infidel, 9576|His people once more must kill, 9576|Ere the last cry of hell shall cease 9576|The curse is on you, Southron, now! 9576|As a wave at the touch of the wind 9576|Loosens, as lags its tide, 9576|The blood of its millions is spilt 9576|O'er the land of the buried sires, 9576|By rapine, pillage, and blood. 9576|O'er Southland and from southland, 9576|The curse is on you now, 9576|And the shame of a dozen years of wrong 9576|Is snatched away in one delicious scream! 9576|God, when from out the furnace He sets the molten lead 9576|And the fiery reds and the greens and the blues and the gold, 9576|Then, His right hand the smoky coal shall scatter 9576|And the reds shall shine on the lands and the seas shall reel! 9576|In the dark of the hearing before the Senate-- 9576|Hear the word of the Governor! 9576|In the house of the witnesses-- 9576|Tell the word of the witness 9576|Long feared and belied, 9576|Worse, fallen and ruined, 9576|We shall not endure. 9576|Hear the word of the witness! 9576|Let the wicked one go! 9576|Let a slave be bought and a hero be sold 9576|And the land-breeze blow! it shall wave over it! 9576|In the deep heart of the land of the gathering shadows, 9576|Shall the light on the ocean wave gleam and grow! 9576|And o'er it in the glorious day of the millennium, 9576|In the leap of the boundless ocean-sea, 9576|The flag of the free one shall wave as it waves o'er 9576|The tomb of the brave man and the slave man and the maid! 9576|By the hand of the witness fore-won, 9576|By the sword that has won the right and the wrong to bear, 9576|Lead the van of the hosts of the just, 9576|With the sword of the right in its sheath! 9576|Stand on guard guard from the witness bud! 9576|Stoop down in your noble freedom to the death! 9576|In the day when the white nations shall stand, 9576|Bending selfless selves above, 9576|In the radiant presence of Jehovah, 9576|Say not, "Leave me to pay the law's dire demand!" 9576|Leave me to bear the judgment and the hate of the weak, 9576|Who, with hands uprais'd to God, 9576|Held the poor sinner down and bowed His lowly head! 9576|Leave me to feel when the sword smote 9576|Right above me in the gory sign, 9576|And the scourge that met mine eyes 9576|Stream'd flames round my brow and shook my soul in hell! 9576|Leave me, my God, for this I entreat, 9576|Leave me for this I implore of Thee, 9576|Thou who, gav'st the land and the man, 9576|To keep thy children out of hell. 9576|In my heart, the heart of my master, 9576|I keep a charm from sight, 9576|A charm rare, though sure, the eye can see, 9576|And the heart that blesseth can tell! 9576|Lord, teach a few to stand fast by Thee, 9576|That they may stand, when full many shall fall, 9576|And the scornful world, from afar, cry, "He was just!" 9576|Lord, give ======================================== SAMPLE 16340 ======================================== 4332|This is thy day, your lot, in truth, 4332|This is thy hour, your work, your time: 4332|As your day is here your work 4332|May the sun of thy day rise higher still 4332|Or the night moon shine through your work 4332|And your hands-- 4332|For all night long 4332|You've thought of the children-- 4332|You dream of their little voices! 4332|You're tired of my hand in its clasp, 4332|Of my hand that has given you 4332|Of the rose's lips, 4332|Of the lily's chalice, 4332|Of every fruit with the flowers in it, 4332|Of you all that you have given me, 4332|So that my heart beats and grows 4332|Sharp and chill and the veins start, 4332|Stiff as a hand that has given you, 4332|Stiff as a hand that gives up you. 4332|It is time for your children to rise 4332|Like a cloud and float away 4332|Into the sun and the winds and the rains, 4332|Into the sea and the tides and the foam, 4332|Into their hands again, 4332|Into the hands of the women and men 4332|For that's the way I would have you: 4332|Wave your hands in the air 4332|And wave your hands in the sky, 4332|Wave them before the waves, 4332|In and out, 4332|Out and in, 4332|You can wave them in my face 4332|For all of the sun has ever been there, 4332|You can wave them out of sight-- 4332|Out of sight wherever you go-- 4332|I tell you this is good 4332|That you give to the mothers and children, 4332|That you give to the skies. 4332|O my heart is like a flower, 4332|Glad of the sun and dew! 4332|O my heart is like a flower, 4332|Warming in the twilight heat, 4332|Warming in the sun's grey house, 4332|Where it weeps and dreams and grieves 4332|And weeps-- 4332|Weeping out loud 4332|The gladness--the gladness of you, 4332|The gladness of it and you, 4332|The joy, I tell you, 4332|That your hands have given me. 4332|O my heart is like a flower, 4332|Glad of the sun and dew, 4332|Glad of the sun that smiles, 4332|And weeps over his garden, 4332|Lifting a little leaf-- 4332|Lifting a little leaf-- 4332|A little leaf for a song-- 4332|Sing it at dawn 4332|Where the trees are hidden by the sea-- 4332|Sing it on wind-flails on the foam-- 4332|Sing it in the bright light-- 4332|I love to sing-- 4332|Sing me--sing me, my darling, 4332|You, the sun-- 4332|I love you, sweet sun, 4332|I love you, moon, 4332|I love you, stars-- 4332|And the night, the night. 4332|You, you, and I-- 4332|The night is full of stars 4332|And trees, and light and stars, 4332|The night is full of tears 4332|And heavy little feet 4332|And heavy, brown, long arms. 4332|She has found you in a dim, 4332|Dull place, in a dim, long night 4332|When the moon was a moon of blood. 4332|And you touched my face, 4332|You and I, 4332|With eyes of fire 4332|That shone and whispered, 4332|You and I. 4332|Oh, you and I 4332|(We are like little children, too) 4332|You and I 4332|(We love all night while you weep and I rest) 4332|You and I. 4332|Oh, the night and the tears and the light and the tears, 4332|The wind and the rain, 4332|All the lights and the kisses and the light ======================================== SAMPLE 16350 ======================================== 20586|They said. 20586|Ah, little boy, look up to me 20586|And never leave me; 20586|See how my fingers grow not bold 20586|As they go up to kiss ye! 20586|What wilt thou get for all thine own 20586|And thy little mother's kiss? 20586|It is not worth a coin to me, 20586|Though all my wealth be gold; 20586|Give me my little hand again, 20586|And I'll take it from thee. 20586|It wadna kill thy father so, 20586|To see thy mother dear; 20586|For, had he been a mother, too, 20586|He wadna' wish to see thee. 20586|His loups, were they words, wadna kill 20586|Thy father dear to me; 20586|For his heart ever yearned after 20586|His babe, that he might be; 20586|My little son is dying, sweet, 20586|And I would not be 'thout him. 20586|O, little boy, my heart is light, 20586|Its smallest love is thine; 20586|And thine own dear face I ne'er forget, 20586|And wadna leave thee, _my_ _own dear,_ 20586|For all thine erring little thowght 20586|That can o'erlook or think too much 20586|Like little fools that grieve too much, 20586|Or little people that would grasp. 20586|O, little boy, I'll think of thee 20586|In days that shall be nae mair, 20586|When thou art quite forgot as soon 20586|As yet the sword is drawn; 20586|When thy dear smile may come to cheer 20586|The lonely hour of parting, 20586|And thy wee half-shut eyes, so bright, 20586|May turn to love and pity, 20586|Dear little boy, I'll think of thee 20586|I'll think of thee--and my heart will swoon 20586|To meet that glorious love of thine-- 20586|To meet that love, a mother, that is 20586|A mother more than woman! 20586|The little bird sings of the sun 20586|A sunnier song than ever had song. 20586|The little bird serenades the sun, 20586|And all his heart is glad as the birds. 20586|The little thing sings of the angels, 20586|As sweet a song as ever had song. 20586|The little thing serenades the angels, 20586|And all his heart is glad as the birds. 20586|The little flower dreams of the dew, 20586|Of gardens bright with sunlit pearls, 20586|And scatters sweet scents from a flower 20586|That never would falter in battle. 20586|The little flower serenades the dew, 20586|And all his heart is glad as the birds. 20586|The little bird dreams of the sun, 20586|Of gardens gay with golden sands, 20586|And dreams of roses in the sun-- 20586|Of roses, red and sweet. 20586|The little bird dreams of the sun 20586|Where blossoms red and white and blue 20586|Are set about a rosy bed 20586|Where shepherds trim their flocks of wool. 20586|The little bird's heart is glad, my dear, 20586|Of garden dreams and sunny days. 20586|I will stand here and see heaven's gates 20586|Closing and in their glory stand, 20586|But I will pass, for I would see heaven's gates 20586|At full noon, and, lo! in my heart lies fain 20586|Such-like visions of the heavenly fountains, 20586|And such-like dreams of heaven's gardens. 20586|If thou wouldst build a ship upon the sea, 20586|And there lay all thy riches of gold, 20586|How could the earth but labour, and swell 20586|The sea-tides of thy riches of might! 20586|_Two_ souls are in the sacred vessel _Nova_, 20586|That strive to lift her to the realms above. 20586|They seek her, in the sunlit deep of night, ======================================== SAMPLE 16360 ======================================== 38549|The world is my father, he hath love so rich. 38549|My mother's not my mother, but a woman 38549|Unto his death that he may be my brother, 38549|I goe from mine owne God, as a child from him. 38549|I leave them, and go to my owne brother: 38549|I goe my owne father to my owne mother. 38549|To all the heavens, to all the heavenly places, 38549|To the great stars, I goe forth, and my selfe go 38549|To my newe sire, that is a prince of souls. 38549|O that I were my father, my brother, 38549|O that I were my mother, my brother! 38549|When I'm come to my brother's house, I goe 38549|Unto my owne mother: I doe not pray 38549|She be not sad, but that the soule be gay 38549|For me, that are my birth, and endeles too. 38549|At this word, my heart is all with my life, 38549|To my owne mother's that I send her out. 38549|To all the heavens, to all the heavenly places, 38549|To the great stars, I goe forth, and my self go 38549|To the great king, that is the grand prince of souls. 38549|When all this was accomplished, his eyes 38549|Were all aglow, his face turn'd pale and pale; 38549|His breast was inflamed with love, he said, 38549|My brothers must have sorrow and care; 38549|Let then the world be glad, that has so much, 38549|For I have but half the grief of this heart, 38549|My owne sister, who, to all this day, 38549|Has suffer'd, never being born, and she 38549|Hath beene long, and long, alone, and drearie: 38549|I am her sire, and this my body, 38549|My owne sister, with a thousand thousand years 38549|And août forth to strangers and strangers. 38549|Then did all heaven with tears and groans rend 38549|Her solemn curtain, when they sate them at 38549|The great prince's feet, his golden sceptres thrown 38549|In his high throne behind, and all the seven 38549|Thousand years and août forth for him. 38549|Now he began to ride, his mother's love 38549|And mother's sorrow, to the high court, 38549|To ask and gete peace; and in the way 38549|Was followed by the young prince's sister: 38549|The two sat looking on, and he did make 38549|His mouth too mouthfull of her tears and mo; 38549|Yet could not ever so his heart make gay. 38549|The first she toucht, and he would have the wort, 38549|And kiss it, but her fingers kept it cold, 38549|And so she went and touched his sister next. 38549|But ere her tongue could make her words to run, 38549|The youth his sister had a wife to win, 38549|And so she was consenting thereto. 38549|Now the two sisters sit them with their hands, 38549|And the two sat them on their knees, and kiss 38549|Each other, and in sorrow doe agree, 38549|And thus the young prince's sister did inform 38549|Of her intent, and thus she did declare 38549|Her whole-breathed speech, nor any part withheld: 38549|And while she spake, the one she kiss'd again, 38549|Her mouth the third time toucheth her; but now 38549|Hath it no heart, can't it have no heart, 38549|But he that first hath it, it then dyeth; 38549|And so it doth. But she will not abide, 38549|But presently she will ask him back; 38549|She then hath three days' waiting space despoild 38549|To wait to a full year, to have the choice 38549|Of how to beare him or not, to take 38549|His first and only wife: he goes before, 38549|And with a full-grown son comes home again. 38549 ======================================== SAMPLE 16370 ======================================== 2621|But still they keep my heart within my breast. 2621|They never came to claim the widow's coin, 2621|They never stooped to steal the widow's gold; 2621|Theirs was no beggary, their was no toil, 2621|Their faith was like the summer day, 2621|Their love like the ocean's light beneath the sea: 2621|Their day of freedom is become of life. 2621|I ask not to know why men die 2621|But rather to do and bear to life. 2621|I ask not to know why men die 2621|But rather to give God thanks therefor. 2621|I will but live the very thing I shall, 2621|I will but do in death what I shall. 2621|I will but give my body to Him 2621|Who gave it all the very day. 2621|Oh, give me but the breath I shall bear 2621|And I will find the soul within my breast. 2621|For though I know not what of death, 2621|Of life bereft, of breath and breath, 2621|Of breath when on the gale it falls, 2621|Or taken at the blow--is gone. 2621|The voice of Him who lived and knew 2621|Before my soul took form indeed, 2621|Before the work of death its portion knew, 2621|Before I saw its growing globe, 2621|Before at last the shadowing shadow fall 2621|'Twixt flesh and soul, I saw Him pass. 2621|I read Him in the blood-stain'd eyes, 2621|I read Him in the wan, wan tears, 2621|I read His spirit in the breath, 2621|I read His word in all the years. 2621|Not yet, when from His being past, 2621|How long soe'er we numbered Him! 2621|Not yet could we the body wrest 2621|From the great grave's last transforming spell, 2621|Nor long the life our longing sought. 2621|Not yet could we this life comprehend 2621|Thro' the fleshly veil from off our face-- 2621|A woman's flesh within a man's embrace, 2621|He may not loose--yet love, indeed! 2621|I shall not ask the answer thus; 2621|Thou hast it, dear God! Let loose my soul; 2621|I pray not that its infinite wings 2621|May fly so high, but let them rise 2621|Where thrones and dominions be 2621|From its dim and earthly sight. 2621|I have no power nor right to give thee 2621|The answer I desire to give. 2621|Thyself wilt make it answer for thee, 2621|When thou shalt rise to Kingdom big; 2621|I would not have the earth be yet 2621|Fit receptacle for that wild word. 2621|O, not to live, but freely, is my aim, 2621|Not to endure, not to serve, but live. 2621|Love never was a law of Nature's, 2621|A creature made for Law, is mine; 2621|For if to love one law is given, 2621|There is no need for Law to make it; 2621|I myself have that--I would have more: 2621|I want a law which I can find; 2621|A law that may be broken by myself; 2621|Love! Love! Love! I'm love-inclined, 2621|If no law I do not own. 2621|So then--my will, I have not found. 2621|And yet, if I have Will, who breaks it? 2621|Then I break it,--if I do--it must, then; 2621|For Love has more Will Than I do know. 2621|So then--my Will, I have not found. 2621|If I have Will, 'tis only that 2621|I'd like to have an equal Will; 2621|I'll make my Will such that the Mass 2621|Are equal to the Will of Man. 2621|Now, when I look upon the earth, 2621|I see her all in white; the air 2621|Is full of golden sunshine still. 2621|The waves glide, a-smile, o' ======================================== SAMPLE 16380 ======================================== 1166|I love them best, the old things and the new, as old as me. 1166|The sun was setting 1166|As I went to school, 1166|And when I came back 1166|I found the boy 1166|Had changed. 1166|And when they asked my name, 1166|My name was Johnny, 1166|And when they cried, 1166|It was "How can you do this?" 1166|"I never did that at all," 1166|"How can you do that?" 1166|"I never said a word," 1166|"But I know the way," 1166|And Johnny smiled. 1166|"I'll have to get her away," 1166|"You can't go home," 1166|Said Johnny, "that's good." 1166|I told Johnny all the boys in the village. 1166|Said Johnny, "You shall have no care, and then all the girls." 1166|The old grey woman said, 1166|"But all these girls are here 1166|Without a man -- 1166|And who was that, anyway?" 1166|The old grey woman watched her, 1166|She leaned against the door. 1166|"I know the street," said Johnny, 1166|"But I shall never know the neighbors, I shall never see 1166|Their faces and their ways, 1166|And they sit there, side by side, 1166|And they talk to me, I can't understand. 1166|"I wish I never had come, 1166|As I came one time to look at the sea, 1166|And there were no girls and boys 1166|From the city and town. 1166|"I wish I never had come. 1166|The sea was fair, and I had nothing to wear, 1166|So I took off my clothes ... and there on the sand 1166|My little green sandals, 1166|What do you say?" 1166|All the stars looked down 1166|On Johnny and his boots -- 1166|Then Johnny looked at his feet and was very sad. 1166|He made no answer or cry. 1166|He laid his hand upon his head and wept. 1166|The old grey woman said she, 1166|"I think that you have had a baby 1166|Of some one you know." 1166|I have a little garden-herb -- 1166|It grows about an apple-tree, -- 1166|I cut the tops off and make 1166|A bed of it, and lay it out 1166|Every night, with stars to make 1166|A sort of porch into the night, 1166|And under it all night bright 1166|There is nothing to frighten or frighten 1166|The little dead folk, -- all right! 1166|There is nothing to frighten 1166|The little dead folk. 1166|I have a little-tiny hat 1166|The color ofs a robin's wing, 1166|And bells that ring -- 1166|But that is all! 1166|And the little bare feet -- just like them! 1166|And the little bare feet of my own child, -- 1166|I know that that is the sole token 1166|That he ever was a little tiny thing. 1166|I have a little pet parakeet 1166|That squeals when he sees a flower, 1166|But I will put a penny in his wing 1166|If he will squeal. 1166|My eyes were wet with tears 1166|When a little bird went fluttering by. 1166|I cried, and then I cried, and then I cried, 1166|And then I cried -- 1166|And I could not see what I was doing. 1166|I sobbed, I laughed, and I wept. 1166|It is not the little bird I like 1166|With his bird-language at the end of his beak, 1166|Not the little bird with the happy beak of his -- 1166|I do not like that bird; 1166|It does not flutter so light 1166|When he sings or perches on my window sill; 1166|I do not like birds with a singing beak, 1166|I would rather have a parrot's beak ======================================== SAMPLE 16390 ======================================== 8187|For every little, every little thing, 8187|That might to me in childish bliss have stirred 8187|A fever, or made me blush for shame, 8187|Lies in the vast, silent, silent dust 8187|(Hushed is the light o' the mother o' the world); 8187|And all that once was mine, or may be, 8187|To aught which God has planned for us is lost. 8187|How oft has the time, oh dear God, been thine-- 8187|Thine e'e's flame, thy heart's light, thy ear's sweet psalm-- 8187|From the first hour, when thy darling, thine, 8187|I consecrate to Thee, and lay 8187|Upon my altar, half afraid to die 8187|Before the hour I gave my prayerful word, 8187|Thy breath for me was as my life's last prayer 8187|(And, oh, that I ne'er, on earth, should meet 8187|The awful, loathsome thing that I have met), 8187|And thy life's passion was my all-forgett not! 8187|But now, I trust that thou canst see the light-- 8187|Oh, come to me, God of the silent dead, 8187|Thou'rt God of life and death; and I shall dream 8187|Of thy dread form, and all that thou must say, 8187|And all that ever thou wilt do to bless 8187|Thy love, the life of thy darling child. 8187|Come, come--such rapture is in dying, 8187|That, when we breathe our last to Thee, 8187|This spirit which so blest us shall cease, 8187|This little one of love and of grace 8187|Bequeath us to the realms beyond-- 8187|The glory and the glory of death, 8187|The death that has no end, the death that knows no fear! 8187|This little one of love and of grace 8187|(With all its lightness and all warmth) 8187|(Dear baby of thy heart's first fancies) 8187|By Thy command shall be a bride. 8187|And in the light of a lovely bride-bed 8187|Thou shalt lead me, by death's glad order, 8187|To the far shores of immortal rest-- 8187|Thou shalt give me a home and a bed, 8187|And a friend and a place above earth's strife, 8187|And a God-given happiness of mind. 8187|A happy home for many glad wives, 8187|From other homes, with other tasks, 8187|And children whom God's arm, with love and peace, 8187|So oft hath led beneath his care; 8187|The life the soul of man to abide, 8187|Forsooth, shall be happy as this. 8187|But one place, 'tis, all else beside, 8187|That from the world I'll take with me, 8187|To God, the soul and the body a bride. 8187|This little one of love and of grace 8187|(My mother's child, my own--mine own)-- 8187|Thou shalt give, to Thy perfect, good, 8187|And only, make, this maiden my wife. 8187|She'll sleep till I die, my sweet, my own, 8187|And wake to life when I am dead. 8187|Then thou, my love, I pray, 8187|Shalt to thine arm and me 8187|Ne'er let her stay away, 8187|But, all for my sake, a spell. 8187|And when I to her go 8187|To death and leave her there, 8187|All for that sweet sake, 8187|Oh, be not too fond of me! 8187|In the great and glorious North-land, the land of the Sun, 8187|where there reigns the Prince of Night, 8187|(Dear Prince of Night, who's in the way of my night-watches) 8187|He, when the day is done, draws his pallid bow and comes 8187|hither, even now, to say good-night. 8187|His face is like the sun that never sets--its shadowing, 8187|like a mantle full of ======================================== SAMPLE 16400 ======================================== 19385|'Till we're all, like the blighter in the street, 19385|O'er the land o' the hapless! 19385|I sing a home-cast and a true 19385|And honest heart, a true heart, 19385|A heart for true love and a strong 19385|To stand with her in strife; 19385|A heart for love and a love enough-- 19385|A heart that ever will be-- 19385|True love that lives in its own sweet 19385|Pure airs, 19385|True love that knows no fear nor sighs 19385|Nor aching doubts will know; 19385|True love that knows as well the fault 19385|When the light's in the dame's eye, 19385|When the sun's at the mooring-posts 19385|And the wind's on the lee. 19385|Tune--"_The bonnie green moor_." 19385|On the bonnie green moor I camp, 19385|Where the gowan blaws by his tree, 19385|And the daisy bags i' the heather bloom, 19385|Blithe as ever in the blae, 19385|While I clasp my love to my bosom, 19385|And vow we'll never part. 19385|Till the winter days grow late, &c. 19385|And the hills are dreary and chill, 19385|And we tent beneath the linden tree, 19385|And dream that we're drifting free. 19385|Till the night comes on that brought me here, 19385|And the winds their sighs are now hush'd, 19385|And only the raven croaks in his ear, 19385|Where I wail my love to me. 19385|O, then I'm true as true should be, 19385|As truth was ever true and true; 19385|Till death, in his chill wind, shall blow me hoar 19385|Far o'er the heather and the lea! 19385|Thy siller is green as any leaf 19385|That grows upon the brae, 19385|Though green as the woodbine our fairy king 19385|In the fairy shawls and gear. 19385|Thy siller as bright as the moon, 19385|That shines on the broomy lea-- 19385|Its waving has a finer lustre 19385|Than all the stars in the skies. 19385|For 'tis the loveliest 'neath the moon 19385|That ever was seen, 19385|And its hue of scarlet is the fairest 19385|That ever was seen. 19385|Its ripple on the seaward is wavy, 19385|And the tide is swift as an ocean-- 19385|But far away is the loveliest spot, 19385|The loveliest spot. 19385|Its voice is wild, for its tones are wild, 19385|As if the voice of a dove 19385|Was floating o'er the billows wide, 19385|In its joy from sky to sky, 19385|In its song, in its song, 19385|In its light, in its light, 19385|In its glee from sky to sky, 19385|And, oh, its song so sweet, 19385|The dear, the dear, 19385|That ever shall be, 19385|And, oh, its gay, the gay, 19385|That ever shall be, 19385|And, oh, thy merry lay, 19385|The dear, the dear, 19385|That ever shall be, 19385|And, oh, thy song so sweet, 19385|The dear, the dear, 19385|That ever shall be, 19385|And, oh, in a' thy wailings sad, 19385|I hear the gurgling of death. 19385|And the moor-barns all are gray, 19385|And the glens grow silent and dim, 19385|And the dewdrops are dropping down 19385|From the daisies o'er the lea. 19385|And I think of a star, and a star 19385|Is the fause heart I hae to me, 19385|And my dreams are o'er power and o'er 19385|The mirth and ======================================== SAMPLE 16410 ======================================== 29358|Or to the river he had given the place of fair Calydon, 29358|And made the same, to meet the will of mighty Juno, 29358|Had not the Fates that day, for foul Ixion's mischief done 29358|Terrific, that all men's eyes could not for one be spared: 29358|For there in the midst of heaven, that never the starry heaven 29358|Of Jove the lord of storms should hold in eclipse of light, 29358|Lay Iulus, the mighty son of Saturn, in the arms 29358|Of a huge monster monstrous and huge; and on the brow 29358|A hair fell falling; that withal Iulus held him fast 29358|With his right hand, and smote the head thereof: then said he: 29358|"O son of Saturn, of the Fates and Death, what hap 29358|Hath hither brought to thee what was far from heaven in hand, 29358|The strength of all the host of heaven, now come to me 29358|And see, and hear what all men deem the Fates ordain." 29358|And lo, as o'er the waters of the well-known sea he went, 29358|A little stream and torrent of the mighty Rhone 29358|Streaming his current through, he came on and ran along 29358|Where the low bank of the lake gave entrance to the lake, 29358|And through the waters of the well-known deep drew on 29358|His current and the water of the Lernian land 29358|Unto the sea, and there amid the sea was he borne: 29358|For all the waters of the deep he drank and down he rolled 29358|Unto the shores of Lernus with a mighty roar; 29358|And all the world beheld him as a marvel of the sea, 29358|And the deep water-side with his waves redolent. 29358|Unto the bed of the wide-spread Rhine whereof he lay, 29358|Through the thick sea-banks, so large and far a way, 29358|The monster-pool therefrom he drew a mighty tide, 29358|With his waves inmost and his fountained caverns clear. 29358|So there he stood amid the deep and the rolling waves: 29358|Then came the mighty pool of fens and waves a-chime. 29358|Then the mighty pool he deemed the gods were with him so, 29358|He thought the Gods with the mighty pool were at his shore, 29358|And all his men; and as he wept and clasped his hands, 29358|By the mighty stream his locks were drenched with the rain, 29358|And therewithal a noise of voices he heard arise 29358|And speak as follows: 29358|"O Father Jove! doth throned on Olympus high, 29358|Forbear thy wrath: I am a mortal man indeed, 29358|And thy high father, thou, a mighty monster old 29358|Wast thou not here before my feet to take and put? 29358|Forbear thy fierce rebuke: thereof thou hast no blame, 29358|But fear in one another's heart, whom here we seek. 29358|But, while I speak, the fates their mighty hand have wrung, 29358|Yet are they strong as thunder therewithal with power 29358|To drive and burn, to smite and cast the sea away; 29358|Yet will I make them now, though now my word was made, 29358|To give the flood of mighty water for our prayer. 29358|No man will ever know thy might but I alone 29358|A thousand voices unto thee will bear in mind, 29358|A thousand names that to thy will God hath done on high, 29358|If thou wilt grant one power for mighty prayers to move. 29358|But yet thou knowest, Jove supreme; O Father Jove! 29358|Forbid these furies: lo, I see the flood of heaven descend 29358|Upon the deep; the Gods' red hand has washed away 29358|All things from out the dark earth of such loathly waste: 29358|Nor yet from sea to sea will this sea-washed earth be seen, 29358|But all is washed away, and all the sea itself 29358|Lies bare and lifeless, whereof a king of men has been." 29358|Thereafter ======================================== SAMPLE 16420 ======================================== 14757|As a horse under a great load of hay, 14757|When the load gets high and the hoof gets slow, 14757|Lies down and drubps the plowman's leg; 14757|Lies down and makes the brute obey! 14757|And so does that poor sinner under the barrow, 14757|Under the shade of the iron hill; 14757|Under the iron hill where the clay is ration, 14757|For whom the iron hoof clanks and drags-- 14757|He will lie down and die a secret suicide. 14757|I shall not ask what the cost may be 14757|Of this and that, in war, in business, 14757|Of all we cannot understand, 14757|Of all we cannot foresee; 14757|I shall but remember the name 14757|Of Mary, of Joseph, and how 14757|The people heard their Saviour speak! 14757|A friend of the Author has the Honour to say, in regard to the 14757|In his recent 'Eve Ensley', 'The Little Nub Boy', et cetera, that 14757|This is no mere reworking of a story, or retelling of a tale: 14757|As to the moral,--it rests with us to say what is _best_ in 14757|In regard to the novel, 14757|We are much pleased, of a truth, to see it in a position so 14757|pleasing to all the major parts of the public in this country; 14757|and, as, to a man of taste and intellect, it is no less pleasing to 14757|The Author's first novel of prose was published in 1810,--a 14757|book of which he praises, in an ode addressed to his brother 14757|A little after the publication of his first novel, in 1810, the 14757|'Raphaelites', by Dr Foster, were a mixed group, consisting 14757|of artists in the sense of high scientific and poetic minds; 14757|of which Dr Foster was one of the leading men of the day. But, 14757|in one sense and another, the 'Raphaelites' group was but a 14757|Fragmentary fragments, not composed in whole or in part; but 14757|A real volume of verse and prose--more a specimen of that 14757|'Villa of Veronica' contains much of what was in 'La Vita Diva'; 14757|another of which Dr Foster wrote, 'A Collection of The Lord 14757|A little before this, in 1810, Mr Kettlewell published 'A Tale of 14757|'Abdourez, a young Syrian merchant, in the Alhambane collection of 14757|'Abdourez had been a prisoner for many years; but the whole of 14757|'Abdourez's history, and the testimony of the prison, proved 14757|to be no light matter for serious scholarly enquiry or 14757|'Abdourez had given up his life in the old Syrian fortress of 14757|Baldwin in April, 1798, to be sold the other morning. This 14757|was no mere recasting of a legend: it was a recreation of 14757|A fragment of this first volume is given at the introductory 14757|point. It consists of eight books, six of them long essays on 14757|'The Art of Song' shows that, before Columbus set out in 14757|the mysteries of the New World, the Arabs had already set up 14757|their courts and temples and used the same alphabet of divine 14757|"This is a book for all people"--We do not mean the few who 14757|taste poetry, and therefore the English ear; the masses of the 14757|"An Englishman and a Spaniard, friends, 14757|For mutual relations as well as interests, 14757|"Are coming to live side by side"--We do not mean the 14757|contiguous proximity implied by the name. We do not mean 14757|the common, vital possession of our two families; we do not mean 14757|that a common interest in navigation and the navy might 14757|cause John to be a little suspicious of his brother. We do not 14757|mean, nor am I, that the friendship and the common interest of 14757|these families have caused Columbus to suspect a certain 14757|subaltern in his brother. 14757|It is easy to reconcile the absence of a ======================================== SAMPLE 16430 ======================================== 17270|and a little bit of darke and fear 17270|with me, I haue to leave my owne churle, 17270|For I mourne, but his I haue not here, 17270|I shall be founde in a matter full soon, 17270|I shall be seene and I shall be seene, 17270|Than doe I vse him with much vnhappie casees, 17270|I'll haue other friends than he will neede.] 17270|Tho saue ye help me, my friends, I pray, 17270|I shall haue help to-day as good as here.] 17270|That may his wife haue moche cause to rue, 17270|If she do ouer any care or mots, 17270|I shall speake with your most fair dainties, 17270|And ye shall say his owne name here, 17270|And tell how he was most deceived, 17270|And shall be glad in his owne minde.] 17270|I am of fere, but this I may not tell, 17270|The mone is sauage to be ouer spoyled, 17270|Whome I haue had no small part in, 17270|But shall not now haue lenger to playe; 17270|Yet I shall be as kind as I can maist, 17270|And haue ouer wrought for my good oth 17270|Without, without, without, without. 17270|That I shall be as kind as I can maist, 17270|I shall goe to the Church and haue my heart set straighte: 17270|Or I shall to his house, and be foule lied. 17270|How I would fayne to haue been deceived! 17270|I had neuer been betrayed so thin, 17270|But that my wifee, the most most honourable of wombe, 17270|Did put it to the walleder and shou'd haue it won. 17270|My good Lord, what ever for your good it was, 17270|You did it for your owne, you had the power, 17270|There is no man in his selfe but may repay; 17270|How dare you not the fitter man make, 17270|I for yours do forgive: I would I had never been beguiled. 17270|But here's my faith, and here's my bodie beste, 17270|For I will goe to my good Lord, for to make him good, 17270|And pay him with both my spheares and penaunce, 17270|That was his firste feck, that was not the least. 17270|I wish the day were now gaue me for to daunce, 17270|To take my selfe and wife and my good goodnesse, 17270|I have them drest that they faile without to spoyle, 17270|And haue them in my power without all demerage. 17270|But I will to my good Lord, that I may be 17270|The frendli of him that to me is giuen, 17270|And that euermore he mai reioyder of me, 17270|And that I may with him stand in his aprise, 17270|That he may make good his covenant and honour, 17270|And that my good name mai leaue him before him euencen. 17270|If that I have not done for your servaunce, 17270|That I did nought for your conuenunce, 17270|By Godde's grace I will neuer be neuert 17270|To do you rev'rence that you liuely to reward; 17270|For I maturall be, whi' you treat me wel, 17270|I liuely love you as my life and my body. 17270|And when I am dead and gone, you shal find 17270|Me fairer than to see or to be in dayes, 17270|For my selfe were to mee dead and gone, 17270|It were moche better for me never to be found. 17270|There is no man in his selfe but may repay: 17270|For he that maketh good defence for his brest, 17270|Al is foule and his body fou ======================================== SAMPLE 16440 ======================================== 19385|My heart, O let it grieve or rejoice, 19385|The night is gathering yet." 19385|And slowly, slowly, I did pass 19385|With the sweet air o' the wood, 19385|But, while I the darkness did seek, 19385|It seemed to me a palace dim, 19385|Which o'er it all a light did shed, 19385|A fairy palace bright. 19385|But what was that to me, alas! 19385|That seemed a dream, a fearful dream; 19385|For still more sweet the twilight lay, 19385|But dark more bright her majesty; 19385|Her presence, like a maiden's light, 19385|On my fond heart in rapture gave, 19385|But it brought its dark misfeature. 19385|And soon that happy maiden's eye 19385|Might charm, and she might pity me; 19385|But, in an instant, she was gone; 19385|Her eyes had been a light to me; 19385|And I behold my heart in tears, 19385|That hope of heaven has flown; 19385|No, no, my soul and God's will be! 19385|So, while she is sleeping, and I 19385|Within that palace, like a bride, 19385|I'll watch her beauty round this vale, 19385|Till in a new-born May-tide breeze 19385|It shall return to me. 19385|All hail, thou bright, celestial day, 19385|Serenely beautiful to see, 19385|The star that cheered, the poet sing, 19385|The sky and earth the landscape fill 19385|With thy sweet purity and light. 19385|For all of earth, alas! hath been 19385|Too soft for thee, too dark for me; 19385|From the dark ages, on thy way 19385|Through the bright scenes of Europe's night, 19385|To our young age is the same year; 19385|For the soul cannot live without 19385|A mother, and a brother, and these 19385|To the spirit are as light and air, 19385|And as pure as the very sky. 19385|And this pure spirit will in thee 19385|Not only be the soul's guardian, 19385|But even thy good companions, thou 19385|Shalt know them, and the joy they feel 19385|Shall o'er them whisper, "Thou art here"-- 19385|_I_ shall hear, and be by them taught, 19385|That they who now are here with me 19385|Meet not with what is foul or ill-- 19385|With the soul or earth, or every woe 19385|That to man's nature may be given; 19385|But, when, like angels, they are seen, 19385|It's as an angel's hour will be. 19385|When the soul is by the spirit given, 19385|The spirit is by the spirit given; 19385|And the pure soul no more shall mourn, 19385|For the soul is nurst with a mother, 19385|And a brother, and a sister, and all 19385|That sweetly meet in every frame. 19385|Oh, how the dark was riven, when 19385|I heard the distant bell-beating! 19385|Oh, how the dark spread more nigh, 19385|When the bell's shrill bewailing reached it! 19385|In the hours of night 'twas loudest-- 19385|I hear it with the clearest-- 19385|In the hours of night I woke 19385|To a sound as of that bell, 19385|Singing cheerily all day 19385|I was wrapped safe in my breeches; 19385|I was wrapped safe and fast 19385|In my breeches of my bonnet-- 19385|On my shoulders in a spiral, 19385|I was wrapped, safe and sound, 19385|In my bra 19385|--And I slept, and awoke, and found that 19385|The world was changed since day's beginning; 19385|And I said aloud, "The moon is pale; 19385|Henceforth we must sleep in darkness, 19385|And my heart is aching and sore, 19385|It is lonely, now that I remember." 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 16450 ======================================== 845|That was the best of friends in the world 845|A thousand years ago! 845|And there were friends--but friend is just a word 845|Which means, as everybody knows, 845|A soul-mate, who can talk to the soul 845|With equal warmth and cordiality. 845|There were no "oh's" nor "ifs" nor "well's" 845|With life, save in love's roundelay, 845|And then there was no "break-up," 845|Except that love, in general, goes to pieces. 845|'Twas this latter, rather, which made you wise, 845|So little and so long ago, 845|From your own lips, on the brink of disgrace, 845|To say "good night," and the world to you was unknown. 845|For while your youthful heart was burning fast, 845|Your father, who at sixty-four, 845|Was but an old man in good reputation, 845|Told you, in that young and glorious day, 845|That you were no more to be desired: 845|If anything, in truth, your sense grew stronger 845|For all this time you had stood for him! 845|Yet you were not as women to be scolded, 845|So much you were reluctant to make yourself yours! 845|And now the great man, old and weary grown, 845|Showed the old face in the change of his son. 845|He knew that his house, whereof there was no fear, 845|Shall be better, where his son shall be better known; 845|He knew to build it, for he could have spent his toil 845|In building this house, and making it high and fair! 845|And yet, for what cares he? Why should he not give 845|His work-piece--his one good thing--to his son? 845|Ah, no! There is a difference, a gulf! 845|His own child, as she is, is in this house, 845|But not in some other like it, some child's child 845|Of his own who might dwell there. He must have some other one; 845|Or, as the story goes, his heart is all an hour too warm! 845|No doubt he will not need to ask it one may boast 845|His years are not so wide, and his heart is not so small! 845|No doubt he will not care that his child is left alone, 845|If his heart is full, and where the least one must live! 845|The house is all ready; the work, I know, is all done; 845|And now, as we sit by our fire's light to converse, 845|There seem far other cares in the father's heart 845|Than in your mother's that would come at the time! 845|And now he is silent, and looks out beyond 845|The window, at our gardens and our vineyards, 845|And thinks, would think that we are happier there, but, perchance, 845|That the boy is happier--because we will leave him 845|And he knows not what the boy knows, but may say, perchance, 845|That we should be happier if we were not here! 845|"It isn't for you, Lettice, to complain 845|"That you may not stay with us. You may have 845|"That wisdom of the earth, that must be shared, 845|"Or you may have been happier on your way 845|"To spend the life of a silent old man 845|"With your love; but why, as you are now, 845|"It is not wise or fitting to say 845|"That you must go, with the things you are learning, 845|"With your youthful charms upon your face, 845|"And your great love to me! You must go 845|"And learn--but why should you die alone?" 845|There is silence in the room; I know 845|That this is the truth of it all, 845|But a secret which you never can feel-- 845|I knew you would be here, Lettice! 845|You will look as if you were not afraid ======================================== SAMPLE 16460 ======================================== 34331|Wisdom is the name that thou should'st give," 34331|So with his little words of wisdom 34331|The prophet spake to the poor man: 34331|"The time is near at hand when thou shalt cry to me 34331|Thy daily refuge; and all thy life shall bless 34331|With the blessings of life and blessedness of heaven: 34331|And I will hear, and more shall help thee in due course." 34331|In that fair city which the sun, 34331|His sacred chariot through, 34331|Led forth to dwell, a poor and lowly wight, 34331|His name was Ulysses. 34331|Of what estate, you ask, he owned 34331|His dwelling-place, and he 34331|Had scarce a breath to live in: 34331|He had taken leave of all, and left 34331|His home behind him. 34331|How far soever the question be 34331|Of year or season, when 34331|His daughter's hand first laid a foot 34331|Upon the new green sod, 34331|That first love of his was to be there 34331|When he had ta'en farewell. 34331|No sorrow ever came between, 34331|No fear ever crossed 34331|His soul, as he to heaven went down 34331|In the pale moonlight's pale stream. 34331|And in that lonely, sweet, retired spot 34331|No thought he had but 34331|Of that fair village left behind, 34331|His own and hers to bless. 34331|No, no; he kept his childhood's love, 34331|And all the love that made 34331|That lonely garden paradise 34331|A dream of his again. 34331|And that gay crew, so many and fair, 34331|That walk'd that green with him, 34331|Each with his own romantic tale, 34331|His wit, and all that art, alike dismissed 34331|From his young heart's sacred flame. 34331|No--not so; for even he with them, 34331|A manly race that loved their king, 34331|Received the same mild voice 34331|Which all their social mirth profaned 34331|To theirs his honest heart. 34331|He knew the wise opinion held dear 34331|That those alone that mourn can please; 34331|And that alone they true memorials are 34331|Of men whose deeds the world esteems great: 34331|He knew that the good man was a name 34331|In himself alone, whose joys were none, 34331|Who, in the common, low, mean affairs 34331|That use and passion made his own, 34331|No man could measure, measured he alone 34331|By others, but himself censured. 34331|His heart was of that pure and quiet strain 34331|Which, in its own serene accord, emits 34331|From nature when her silent self is pleased 34331|The quiet sounds that she produces. 34331|It speaks to us when we would chide 34331|The busy world with its misrule, 34331|When we would feel that we are free 34331|At all times, by no thing restrained, 34331|As by the simple, simple spirit 34331|That can be happy in itself. 34331|Whence sprang the virtue that insures 34331|The quiet, full enjoyment of the earth, 34331|And whence comforts fit so well 34331|A nature so happy always to please. 34331|Thus was Ulysses valued out 34331|From youth unto age. There are no men 34331|Whose lives one would not please to death 34331|By dying or by living, could devise, 34331|And that devise as happily. 34331|Thus to be happy in thy youth 34331|Was a reward for toil and pain, 34331|And for thy travail wrought to have succeeded, 34331|And for the sufferings of thy boyhood wrought: 34331|To sit in ease, to feel that nothing harms, 34331|And never a thought stirreth within thy soul 34331|Thy mind to trouble,--for in truth 34331|No life that thou dost lead is a unto all, 34331|But that is part of thee, which doth nourish, 34331|With ======================================== SAMPLE 16470 ======================================== 1279|In dreary nooks an' dales, 1279|Where'er I rove, wherever'er I rove, 1279|The voice o' God remains the same; 1279|The voice o' God will hear my sighs, 1279|An' comfort me through the dark. 1279|I know His voice, I can swear by th' sky 1279|It never left His side of th' lea; 1279|I know His promise, given on high 1279|To bless frae sinfu' hearts an' minds; 1279|Aft He shall come, wi' healing hands, 1279|An' crown sinful man an' woman. 1279|He needs na here, the Lord is nae yours, 1279|Nor dreary lands, nor thirsty sands, 1279|Nor weary wand'rings thro' the waste, 1279|Nor weary toil, sae feeble grown; 1279|But here He causelandless may range, 1279|An' th' dismayed heart find peace again. 1279|Grim life, sae mild, an' keen unconscious care, 1279|Thro' toil an' anguish, hand an' heart, 1279|Doth still o'erpower us, an' we groane, 1279|An' find no balm, but in our Faith: 1279|An' faith alone, an' work, an' work, 1279|Can chear an' cheer us frae the flame. 1279|Oh, sair to meet, methinks I see, 1279|The friends of sin, an' sorrowing, lade 1279|And cheer the Friend o' SCRABBLE'S LAND. 1279|But Faith sae is dear, the exil'd, 1279|An' wretched state o' affairs, 1279|That is, o' Christ, the heavenly roof, 1279|We need na look to for relief, 1279|An' all the balm that heaven can give, 1279|Is pack'd in the scowling wither'd ship. 1279|Away, away! the fowler's spear, 1279|Behold this innocent victim slain; 1279|This nameless bosom of remorse, 1279|This human heart of sorrows torn, 1279|Unmeet for rich untrimmelled wood! 1279|Grenadier then, ffeirdlestead! 1279|Dire despair! despair! thy chains are riven, 1279|Thy dungeons are the field o' DESPERATE WARLORD WARLEDOWN! 1279|The hulking mound, where, o'er the dimpling brine 1279|O' WOLE, darkling, now that warbling strain 1279|The sea-bird's music weaves her gay roundelay! 1279|The grove, once green with conebres' ev'ry hue, 1279|Now cheats in wanton lust of Flower and Rose, 1279|As thro' its verdant lattices set, 1279|And sprightly trees that swell to swell the song, 1279|My choice young bard as he onward pours 1279|Dame Spring's last florins o'er pensive radiance,-- 1279|Haste thee, a faithful sten of Bards hymn-craft! 1279|The holly round the topmost poplars blew; 1279|Thro' the deep-wrath'd pines the mountain rill 1279|Was cold and dim, 1279|When, gliding in a cloud, fair Cupid took 1279|A gait that seemed to mock the Spring's song. 1279|With wanton step, that might have won the queen, 1279|He passed along the grass-green path that led 1279|O'er the green bosom of the fresh green lawn 1279|Into the garden bright 1279|'Mong roses blushing o'er some Paphian fount; 1279|Where he his eyes on Love would never fathom, 1279|But oh! she was as fair 1279|As the lily by whose leafy side he fell. 1279|The garden-path wound along the ground 1279|With many a turn and many a toil 1279|Defied his efforts to a tree's pace, 1279|Yet never slack'd his rapid tread ======================================== SAMPLE 16480 ======================================== 36214|The air is heavy, and the dust is thick.... 36214|I can no longer speak the language 36214|Of the wild woods, and they are dark-- 36214|But the wind sweeps softly through the trees-- 36214|"My child," it whispers, "we must leave the wild woods, 36214|The woodland is all too cold to-day"; 36214|And the child is strong and bold and proud. 36214|She is not proud, she cannot be. 36214|She has not left the garden that she loved; 36214|She lingers in the shaded wood. 36214|There are white and blue blooms growing, 36214|The wildwood is full of glee; 36214|And there is a great mist floating 36214|About the yellowing tree. 36214|In the meadows the grass is golding, 36214|And in the forest-city gleams 36214|A glory of ancient fames. 36214|But no one loves the Autumn-time 36214|As one who is old and gray, 36214|With the memories of the past 36214|When he wandered with the fays. 36214|His heart is in thy hands and in thy heart, 36214|But he is not with thee. 36214|She is not proud, she cannot be. 36214|She has not left the woodland that she loved; 36214|She lingers in the shaded wood. 36214|I would ask thee, Love, do thou love me, 36214|That then I might be true; 36214|Wouldst thou grieve me, wouldst thou slay me, 36214|That I might be my true? 36214|Oh, wouldst thou let me rest with thee-! 36214|Wouldst thou go beyond the grave, 36214|That I might lie without thy breast, 36214|And be whole and strong? 36214|Ah, no! Love is not kind to false creatures, 36214|It is their shame to look upon thy face-! 36214|My heart is in thy hands and in thy heart, 36214|But it is not strong enough now to soar. 36214|O Love, wouldst thou slay me, wouldst thou grieve me? 36214|Wouldst thou let me rest, and wouldst thou slay me, 36214|Save that I were a fool? 36214|No! I would not let thee slay me, 36214|For surely Love is strong; 36214|And I would not make a mockery of thy 36214|Beauty, that thou mayest win 36214|For thyself the whole. 36214|Dear hearts, your hearts are very hard. 36214|They strive to bind you far apart 36214|From the true and dear; 36214|To keep you coldly down, 36214|Or bring you back to me. 36214|All day for mine the great sky rains, 36214|And, as the stormy sun goes over 36214|The plain, I see the wild flowers spring, 36214|And hear the wild bird's call. 36214|I watch from meadow grasses shine, 36214|And dream the flowers as they pass me by, 36214|All free from harm or pain. 36214|The world is mine; the earth beneath 36214|And every tree and flower I see 36214|Is mine to live and die. 36214|The light o' the sun is not on the hill; 36214|The breeze is not on the babbling stream; 36214|And nothing moves, save the white of the sky. 36214|I watch the world as it passes me by, 36214|Till a voice sings low, and in the wind's embrace 36214|The clouds are all as white as the summer sky- 36214|And there's a man beneath. 36214|The air is hot underneath my feet; 36214|It has no rest for day or night; 36214|And so I lean my head upon my hand, 36214|My eyes gaze upward far-- 36214|Is he behind the scenes? 36214|Yes; he's in the world and busy-- 36214|My boy, my bird, my bird! 36214|A far land is his, beyond 36214|The seas that wash the land of man. 36214|His eyes are wide and keen, and he 36214|Is waiting, waiting for a word ======================================== SAMPLE 16490 ======================================== 4010|Of other days, 4010|And still, in the same measure, 4010|The tale of his time, 4010|As the young hour, 4010|As the old hour, 4010|The youth's-day of his heart. 4010|And, oh, his thoughts and hopes, 4010|As their dim tide swells, 4010|As their deep, dark bosom 4010|Grows more swell and strong, 4010|Were in those days, 4010|Ere they knew the changing sky, 4010|Ere they heard the changing rain, 4010|Ere they saw the changing plain, 4010|Ere they knew the changing day; 4010|The air would change and he 4010|Be left a-dreaming, a-dreaming, 4010|All the nightly hours, 4010|All the morning hours, 4010|Ere the changing sky, 4010|The youth-day of his heart! 4010|And that first day, for which the world had waited 4010|For half a century, 4010|Was a day of fair weather, sunny and sound, 4010|Which seemed to make the heart of him so light, 4010|That his whole frame might be still as new-embroidered Silk. 4010|'Twas eve of summer, bright and silent, soft, 4010|And bright, beyond all doubt, 4010|The moonlight rested, a spell of stillness round. 4010|But from the cottage of that early friend 4010|There came no hint of mirth, 4010|Like a child, who, by his mother's eye, 4010|And by a child's delight, 4010|Has ceased to feel the keenness of its pleasure; 4010|But, for her man, who had at that hour been sitting, 4010|It seemed the heart was breaking, the spirit crushed. 4010|A shadow of lamentation, a gasp of sorrow, 4010|Clothed the cottage-door with its dreariest aspect: 4010|"He is not here--the stranger! there is none here! 4010|Who is the boy? for his tongue I cannot hear; 4010|Is his plighted faith broken while we lie 4010|In this dark world on this still deep we tread? 4010|Or has some cruel foe, in the wild world's arms, 4010|Routed our friends, and robbed us of the best? 4010|But they shall never go--we have a haven near: 4010|And we will rest us here, and watch and sleep, 4010|While the winds shall sweep the wood and we be buried, 4010|And the moon stream out over thy silent sleep, 4010|And we two be ever near. 4010|"I have watched till morn shall sound no shrill wind, 4010|Or star, to tell the morning's breaking gleam: 4010|No breeze shall rise, 4010|To scatter the rose; 4010|No deer, to chase the falling dew - 4010|We will be still; 4010|And the moon stream out o'er thy silent sleep, 4010|And we two be ever near." 4010|Then, as he stood, he heard a sudden click, 4010|And a sound as of a breezing through a flake; 4010|His face grew white, he glanced around, he saw 4010|A youth, whom he had seen, a little while before, 4010|On some strange spot, by some strange road unknown, 4010|A wanderer, with unawares appear: 4010|It seemed, they stood 4010|Together, silent; 4010|Each seemed the sexton, and the place, unknown, 4010|Was now the lone cabin, the lone cabin, the cabin 4010|That was occupied alone and lone. 4010|But one of them who saw him, cried, "Be straightway born, 4010|To our bosoms, and our fireside, the youth of good, 4010|And we will go down there; 4010|The child hath a right to be there too. 4010|It were not well for him; he must not live, 4010|And leave the cottage, and the cottage, and the cottage." 4010|Then one, who saw him by his face, and heard him well, 4010|F ======================================== SAMPLE 16500 ======================================== 25340|_Camel_, a lion. 25340|_Carl_, the horse. 25340|_Cammrik_, a cat. 25340|_Camberless_, lean, slender. 25340|_Camberst_, a ladder, or cat-stye. 25340|_Cash_, a small coin in the pound. 25340|_Catch-fool_, a catch-penny. 25340|_Care_, to make, quality of being excellent, or success. 25340|_Cairny_, a waggon, a cur, a cart, a tarryy, a yard. 25340|_Cairry_, a collection of freight. 25340|_Cairsy, Cairsnather_, a clumsy person. 25340|_Caught_, seized. 25340|_Caft_, crooked, to stoop, to bow to, to do a backward turn. 25340|_Chambers_, hall. 25340|_Che-chaun_, great Jove in heaven. 25340|_Chibourie_, a small village, or district near the mouth of the Seine. 25340|_Chlamys_, small potatoes. 25340|_Chlendor_, chief, commander. 25340|_Clap_, a flint, a stone or tooth-pick. 25340|_Clark_, a short pea, to call a dog, to call a girl. 25340|_Clarkie_, a clump of lilies. 25340|_Coble_, the dog-star, a wild dog. 25340|_Coob, coobins_, a halfpenny, an old penny. 25340|_Coost_, the corse, to couch, to cover with clothes. 25340|_Coostit_, covered with clothes. 25340|_Corks_, swallows, a kind of water-bug. 25340|_Cosh_, to carry, to go in, to carry lightly. 25340|_Couplet_, a short song or piece of music. 25340|_Coople_, small fish. 25340|_Coope_, a calf. 25340|_Coost_, to carry lightly (in the platter), to lead with a leg, 25340|_Coostle_, carried lightly, as a couplet. 25340|_Cote_, a basket. 25340|_Cow_, a cow of two years old; _cow-bells_, cow-bells of one day, 25340|_Crowd_, a crowd. 25340|_Croon_, a low whisper, to have a dull conversation. 25340|_Croonies_, hollow moans. 25340|_Crummie_, the pith of a lily. 25340|_Cryin'_, sighing, weeping. 25340|_Cri, cru, coo_, the cow cried. 25340|_Cuddle_, to sleep, to lie down. 25340|_Cuddlin', langudin', tol'ler; droon, droothe_. 25340|_Cummock_, a little calf, a sheep or sheepdog. 25340|_Cummock-fools_, Calicum or milk cows, with heads all bald. 25340|_Cummock-wits_, Cowum-Cummers, pigs with their heads all full of 25340|_Cummock-wolf_, a cow to the memory of the Wolf. 25340|_Cuddle-time_, the period of three months preceding the time of 25340|_Cummock-tent_, a dwelling, a _cummock-sweep_. 25340|_Cuddletimes_, Cumbriches, and russets; worn by those having been 25340|_Countrick_, a land. 25340|_Curlamist_, a cow. 25340|_Darbutes_, calves of double month. 25340|_Deepa_, a deep well. 25340|_Deule_, a child. 25340|_Deep-leash_, a dog-cat. 25340|_Dew-drop_, an hour's milk, or three days' fresh cream of a 25340|cow. 25340|_Doll_, a young calf ======================================== SAMPLE 16510 ======================================== 27677|Of those that came with her, of those that went before, 27677|The sweetest charm still came from him, that day, 27677|While Spring-time's gold and emerald tints were burning fast. 27677|He was the darling friend, the only one 27677|In all the world who was like him in his play, 27677|And yet who never was the same before. 27677|You could not teach his smile, its rapture-blare 27677|Of heart-melting joy and bliss complete, 27677|Nor any boy that ever played with fire 27677|The soul of fire in his young plaything's heart. 27677|The one-day joy which made him brave the storm 27677|Of life's test, when the dark shadows lay 27677|On that high-born youth that he had loved so well, 27677|His home--his country--and his God's own name. 27677|And he was all to make; but he was blind 27677|To the whole burden, and so long had he 27677|Lived with longing, and loved, and cherished, and cherished 27677|That he forgot to grasp the whole, and so 27677|Life's heart did its burden, and so long He 27677|Lived on, and forgot the day that came, and waited 27677|For that day's glad event, when he should rise 27677|To the full sunshine of victory in his eyes. 27677|He had not lived in vain, for the world has grown, 27677|And the sun shines in its splendor evermore. 27677|We are more than what the world has given; we 27677|Have found our meaning, and are made to know 27677|What the world could not. We are men, to-day, 27677|Men's men, and must have the right to be, 27677|And the right to live in that right, with life, 27677|Which the world could give as well as men desire." 27677|So with many a smile--a wistful smile, 27677|While, at his side, his brother, and his friend,-- 27677|The gentle one who bore his name of long 27677|And tender years, a young and beauteous dame-- 27677|Sought the young lady, with a friendly grace, 27677|For comfort, and, as ever, her words 27677|Were, "Oh, you are all right, I know; 27677|You seem perfectly glad and well, 27677|Are coming up this way to-night 27677|To meet some relatives who are passing by 27677|To-morrow evening." She added, "Perhaps, 27677|To-morrow evening is not quite so far." 27677|"Oh!" said the father, "it is wonderful 27677|How much to-morrow is, then. Can you think 27677|Of going home to-morrow with your wife, 27677|And all your children--" He laughed, and said, 27677|"We'll find some means that you can trust to find." 27677|"Not very sound," she said; "I must be told 27677|That we must ask the bank to close the box, 27677|And any cash that's left will go instead 27677|To pay the funeral expenses." Then she said, 27677|"They were much too kind to ask; no one dies 27677|That way, I know. I'm certain that they're right. 27677|I do not like to think of it, but--God, 27677|How that woman looked! It was as if her eyes 27677|Had caught the flash of his dark eyes." He bent 27677|Awhile, and saw the pallor, colorless, 27677|That broke upon her as he looked upon her. 27677|"I think I never saw you look so wan, 27677|Before, since this is Christmas,--" And then 27677|She paused, and then, with tender words 27677|Half whisperingly--"Yes, I am sorry you feel 27677|That way. All the world has been a friend, 27677|And you must be forgiven--" She smiled, and said, 27677|"So help me Heaven you can! It was not right 27677|To come between them. God, they're both so glad!" 27677|"Yes, so, and if I might pray ======================================== SAMPLE 16520 ======================================== 1057|If she but had the power, to make her way; 1057|But how and where, none knows and all is lost to me. 1057|For I say to thee, a few years hence, 1057|When all the roses of thy youth are withered, 1057|As the rift reveals the rift, the lips shall tell 1057|Of the love you held long since in thine own bosom. 1057|And I say not all this for nought, but so 1057|That so for me thy gentle sister may 1057|Learn that I love her as myself thou must,-- 1057|Learn that I love her as thyself I must. 1057|A little while ago thou did'st not love me, 1057|But for a moment at the edge of time 1057|Thy look lay soft on me, and a sweet thought 1057|Passed between us as the shadows fall and fold 1057|Upon the polished floor of some high tree 1057|Whose crown of blossoms yet untaken hangs 1057|Above one pale and fruitless June, which may have been 1057|Once sweetest to me now; and even now 1057|With a faint echo, and a little tear, 1057|The memory of them comes to me. For while 1057|We sat in those late afternoon 1057|Of pleasure and sweet pain, 1057|The last of the three, or else more or less 1057|Than three, was hers--the light, the deep, the close 1057|In love with her own self. And thus the hour 1057|Sufficed: till she grew aware of something there, 1057|Felt the full pulse of love, the light, the deep, 1057|The close, the pure, within her, and passed over, 1057|Passed into the unknown beauty and the night of love. 1057|But when the day was come, she turned not from her door, 1057|She looked not back, she called not once to her sister, 1057|Took not her hand, but went away on her own way, 1057|O sister! my sister. I would I were still 1057|Beneath the stars and quiet moon; they bring 1057|The light of one thing to my hungry senses,-- 1057|What thing is that which seems to me so near, 1057|The silent moon? I go, I go as one 1057|Who goes upon a dark and desperate quest, 1057|And cannot find his way home. I hear 1057|The wind of ages sighing in the trees, 1057|And the sad cry of waves on dying shores; 1057|And hear in the winds sad voices moan, 1057|And feel the tears upon the face of earth. 1057|O sister! my sister, O my soul, 1057|Behold how great a thing is this my soul, 1057|Which, sitting all unheedful, looks afar 1057|From its own heaven and sees the things it knows, 1057|And all the world and all its sorrows sees,-- 1057|The love that is the world and all the world's 1057|And all men's souls! It sees the light that burns 1057|Within man's heart, beyond the stars which leap 1057|And leap in dizzy dizziness, and rise 1057|In passionate and indignant pursuit, 1057|Waging relentless war on man's soul. 1057|I see the fire of Love, the fire divine 1057|Which illumines the eyes of men when they 1057|Look in upon the soul. I see the fire 1057|Dance in the soul as a fiery river doth 1057|Across a plain of cool refreshing water. 1057|I see the flame in all its thousand fires 1057|And all its thousands of red tongues that leap 1057|In furious and unrequited pride! 1057|I see the fire that is my nature made 1057|To serve my soul and be my soul's foe! 1057|And when I lay me down at night to sleep 1057|My spirit, stirred by a strange and sweet hope, 1057|Hurtles and warbles till all Eternity 1057|Is blazoned with the songs the soul makes! 1057|Behold, behold the end of all that is! 1057|My whole being doth at last become a ======================================== SAMPLE 16530 ======================================== 1287|'Twas my own father's blood, 1287|That in such strange fashion 1287|The earth has been dyed! 1287|That the earth is soiled to such wondrous lustre, 1287|This, this is the truth! 1287|That the life of the human race is so depraved, 1287|That it is thus stained with that blood, 1287|Which is blood, it is flesh! 1287|And the same, by the blessed Lord revealed, 1287|Who through the centuries 1287|Held the world in His custody, 1287|Who Himself as a man gave place 1287|To as a God, 1287|Would have done e'en thus with the human race! 1287|That it is soiled, wherewith it hath been stained, 1287|The Father's blood, 1287|The Man divine, 1287|The Man in the dust, 1287|As through the ages 1287|Man's life is stained! 1287|Let our soul rejoice 1287|While at the thought it rings, and all the world is stirred! 1287|Let the hearts of the men, 1287|That our flesh, from its evil, hath inherited, 1287|To its evil are converted, 1287|And at one with Christ's, 1287|To the Heaven he enters! 1287|And that's the man 1287|Who's the one who's to come, to the Heaven he's to see, 1287|But he looks a little towards us, 1287|And he looks upon us, 1287|For, by his deeds, 1287|The man has, even as God, become a perfect man! 1287|And there at once 1287|Came what no human thought 1287|E'er could conceive, 1287|What the heart could not understand,--the hope of Heaven! 1287|I'll tell you, reader dear, 1287|What a man was I,-- 1287|One with the heavens, I can tell. 1287|And his body, too, 1287|I could not contain. 1287|"Hail!" all round me rang, 1287|I saw the sky around 1287|The very ground beneath 1287|Is full as it can hold!" 1287|I'll tell you, reader dear, 1287|The love that then I feel, 1287|Which made the sky above 1287|To be so bright and blue! 1287|Therein no one knew 1287|How well I was made; 1287|He thought me a phantom 1287|With many tears in his eyes, 1287|Which he shed, to escape my grief! 1287|"The love I bear thee, 1287|My child, to thee!" 1287|Then in these words 1287|Is the love conveyed 1287|Into a heart, 1287|A heart, a heart, 1287|So filled with tenderness, 1287|It was only a miracle, 1287|I had not understood, 1287|From which it was given 1287|To this heart so fair! 1287|I'll tell you now, reader dear, 1287|How that it rose 1287|Into a joyous heart, 1287|And all around 1287|The children were glad: 1287|"Now listen," said a little boy, 1287|And looked at me with looks of wonder 1287|And asked, "Where is the little heart?"-- 1287|"I have found it when I wanted nothing, 1287|And now it's on the roof above me, 1287|And will be till the night is ended." 1287|And to my parents then I made reply, 1287|What can it profit that a child should hear? 1287|"A heart without love is no heart at all!" 1287|For I have often heard it told, 1287|That loving-kindness is only 1287|When the heart is free from blame. 1287|Yet, if this thing were so, 1287|This man would not wish for anything 1287|But that there should be no more children 1287|To love him with a tenderness. 1287|A child that has always loved, 1287|Is loved by all,--they all love him. 1287|And if, without being loved one ======================================== SAMPLE 16540 ======================================== 8187|On which, as on the last, they'll come 8187|To drink of that bright nectarine? 8187|This hour's the day, at least, to bring 8187|In a book--at least a book;-- 8187|For _not_ in _reading_, but _reading_, 8187|He is sure to write his notes: 8187|And, if the _notes_ and the book should fail, 8187|The book will prove a blank to him. 8187|"Oh, what a change from the dull, dim day, 8187|"When my mind took every thing so awfully, 8187|"Its little tricks, and it stood most proud 8187|"In all it had the mastery of; 8187|"No wonder my feet went tiptoeing, 8187|"When--I knew not what, but I knew_." 8187|At dinner-time--I do not recollect 8187|So many times, from my copy's old twilights, 8187|I took a little _time_ to indulge, 8187|(Though, as my dear _little time_ was a curse, 8187|I soon got into more work, dear!) 8187|And I had, I confess, a little _pout_ 8187|When Mrs. Spuffizzini (whom gossip says, 8187|And I heard say that she loved to sit 8187|With me in her room)--I 'scuse 8187|The phrase "that last little _pout_," 8187|For I didn't seem a very good printer; 8187|So _I_ _didn't_ anything at all about it. 8187|But let it pass. For at this very time 8187|My dear, I confess, when all is said and said, 8187|This "Pout" (or, as the _clogs_ affectionly call it, 8187|_Muse_) has been a treat for _me_, as we sit here 8187|This afternoon, to sup with my wife-- 8187|My best and most romantic friend!-- 8187|The _most_ romantic, you understand-- 8187|So much so, so _so good_--my _fond_-- 8187|_Oh, how_ my _friend_ would love to waltz 8187|Down by that fireplace, and see us 8187|_Fancying_ of one _flamboyant_ table, 8187|Where our plate _looks_ like the world's, but, we! 8187|_We_ don't need no plates, for our table is set, 8187|Like a bunch of fairy fancies, on the wall-- 8187|_We_ sit and _giggle_ in the corner all day, 8187|While the _harp of the fire_ goes round the room; 8187|And, when evening comes--as it _must_ come, 8187|'Tis the _first hour of the year_--we're off and _free_ 8187|To walk up the _sky-lark stairs_, when we please-- 8187|_A free_ ride--but _why do _you_ always see 8187|Old Chas._ and his _pigeon family_, 8187|When you only catch 'em at the _first_ veal? 8187|So when he, my sweet--my happy chum-- 8187|Comes, a second time, to bring _my_ dinner, 8187|He doesn't know that, in his _best_ dining-room, 8187|They're as still as _silk_--or what's more, 8187|That each _pigeon_ has _two_ wings to his beak. 8187|To-morrow morning, as we _walk_ up town, 8187|You'll see him, with a "pardon, Mame!" 8187|As we drive down West, at _some_ of our visits, 8187|When we sit to-night in our home _bower_, 8187|You'll hear him exclaim, "If I knew the way 8187|"A _throb_ in the _bower_ could pound _your_ cradle!" 8187|But, ah! _this_ is not a very _song_, 8187|And I'm sure that, in the matter, his _heart_ 8187|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 16550 ======================================== 22229|And the lass o' Killiecross, 22229|She has tane us hamely, 22229|She was baith young and hamely, 22229|Ae braw lass o' Warrens. 22229|Auld friend o' mine, I sall see thee 22229|Wha sings in droll and stately fashion, 22229|Auld love, and sae pleasant, 22229|And the merry lintwhite ken, 22229|When she sings o' the happy days 22229|Agin the days o' pleasure. 22229|"O wert thou, Sir, a bard unco 22229|That sang the joy that's in the heart, 22229|That bard-like wad bring us aye 22229|The gladness o' that summer night, 22229|And o'er the world wad waile our wing, 22229|We wad forgive the grief and strife?" 22229|Then, O ye lads, be yely chided 22229|For the wishfu' thoughts that have a root 22229|In fondness unkindness bears-- 22229|But sae, sae, shall he that won't forgive, 22229|Or a' that wrongs him! I can see! 22229|I saw him stand by thee as I said 22229|And cast a look across the crowded ring,-- 22229|The light was dark and high and green, 22229|And he stood there, and he laughed--the same 22229|Cautious smile that in old times he wore!-- 22229|The same the looks his hand cast down, 22229|His glance, the looks his glance returned, 22229|And his heart it throbbed with same glad pain, 22229|And his voice boomed like the forest's bugle tone. 22229|Yes, I saw him stand by me, as I said, 22229|And he looked back into the ring,-- 22229|And his face was pale, and his arm was strong, 22229|As he cast a look across the crowd; 22229|And I saw for me the same smile his hand cast 22229|Across the crowded ring when he laughed-- 22229|But that smile is wither'd, yea, gone out of him, 22229|And--yet his voice rang out again--the same-- 22229|The same laugh that once thrilled the crowd when he laughed. 22229|I saw him wait, the same, the same, the twain 22229|Stand, and the same I saw him stand 22229|When the light was dim and high and green, 22229|And the merry-hearted bard was gone. 22229|The eyes of him, the smiles of him--I mark 22229|As I look across the crowded ring 22229|Of life as he stands over me, in glee, 22229|And laughs the cheerfully wailing laugh-- 22229|The same laugh that lifted the heart and won 22229|The lisping words o' his youth's joyous day, 22229|And the songs that he sang in his youthful song. 22229|Ah! the old heart sighs as I turn-- 22229|Ah! the old heart's sad tears bedew 22229|The page that he leaves now with his story, 22229|And I watch the old heart's sighs go by, 22229|As his voice sings in the ring,--the same,-- 22229|The same smile that once thrilled the crowd when he laughed. 22229|The fickle face now, I see by and by, 22229|It will fade and wane and change and change, 22229|And the fickle face is now a thing 22229|To waken laughter or cause weeping; 22229|And it was the face I saw when my heart stood still, 22229|And I watched it so late, the face of it so white- 22229|peaked, and gilt, and sallow, and melancholy. 22229|Ah! the old heart sighs, yea, the old heart's tear must, 22229|When the face of it so changed is laid down; 22229|And its frown is but as the smiles that it wept 22229|When the face looked so fickle and sallow and sallow. 22229|The fickle face now, yea, the old heart's smile must, 22229|When the w ======================================== SAMPLE 16560 ======================================== 1322|The sky of the night was blue and wide. 1322|The wind blew with its awful blow, 1322|The forest on its way was gone; 1322|Not a thing was there to stand nor move, 1322|Not a thing was there to seek. 1322|The moon was silent and did run, 1322|The stars were gone in their place, 1322|And never a dream of the night came back-- 1322|A dull black sound like lead; 1322|Never a pulse had there throbbed, 1322|It lay there like a dead man's heart. 1322|The white moon, in one long drop, 1322|Rolled down the hills alone, 1322|Like one white cloud in the night 1322|That floats on wide ocean. 1322|The wind blew again, the rain fell fast and thick, 1322|The trees turned into ashes, and the grasses, 1322|Like the dead things of earth, and no man left 1322|To look upon them, but the wind alone. 1322|A moment more and the trees they were 1322|Like living things, and the grasses, grasses, grasses; 1322|A moment more, and the night came on, 1322|Dark and cold, and like a winter blanket, 1322|Dark and cold, and the rain like night. 1322|The moon came down above the clouds, 1322|Through the grey, silent rain. 1322|On a white heap of snow all aflame-- 1322|A whiteness, white and naked, like ashes, 1322|A whiteness there upon the ground, 1322|Filled with ghosts of men who had passed beneath it, 1322|Moved on to where a white dead tree 1322|Shivered and leaned against the stream. 1322|Then came an empty boat, a boat with its mast. 1322|But the wind held--the storm was stilled, 1322|And over the river, over the river, 1322|Graved the word "MURDER" in iron letters. 1322|Then followed and followed, for a while, another train; 1322|The wind came lower, and again in a trice 1322|The boat dropped, the snow fell, but there was no train, 1322|No train-train of ghosts under the bridge and below it, 1322|No ghosts, and the dead were not here. 1322|"Come forward, come forward, the moon and the sun! 1322|Look upon me, I am that man, O look!" 1322|So a great white boat came through the fog and past. 1322|"O my soul! O my soul!" cried in voices vague, 1322|Then the dead, and then the dead again, coming through it, 1322|And the sea-fog rising o'er it, and the dead themselves 1322|Drowned, or in their graves, or buried under it. 1322|The old house, once built with beams of wood, 1322|Cared for no soul, save one who died there, 1322|In a hole between two pillars of stone! 1322|But the old house with doors of painted wood, 1322|So long in doors, the doors of painted oak, 1322|The doors of painted wood, the wood-frame door,-- 1322|The door of painted oak that hinges wide,-- 1322|So long in doors, the doors of painted wood, 1322|So long in doors, the door of painted oak, 1322|Away in open air, away in sun! 1322|The old house, once built with beams of wood, 1322|So long in doors, the doors of painted oak, 1322|The doors of painted oak so long in open air,-- 1322|So long in open air, the door of painted oak, 1322|Far away in open air, 1322|Far away in open air, 1322|To the old house of paint and painted wood, 1322|What is that to me? how long, too long? 1322|(A month is scarcely so long,) 1322|What are the gates I enter there to open? 1322|A thousand comes, a thousand goes, 1322|A thousand leaves to scatter. 1322|What is the door you open? what is the shutter 1322|That sounds to one? 1322|(The door ======================================== SAMPLE 16570 ======================================== 1280|And the man who found his bride 1280|Is so old, he's so blind, 1280|And he's a cripple in his own household. 1280|His wife lives alone--this blind man does not know his own wife, 1280|You see all is over. 1280|What's the price you paid? 1280|What's to pay? 1280|Here in the dark 1280|All alone--with my head to the window to see. 1280|What's to come? 1280|Never before! 1280|And I'll not wait to see the year go rolling backward. 1280|Oh, life is like the sunset 1280|That covers the earth, 1280|And my heart leaps up on the crest 1280|That is falling behind. 1280|I know all it is worth looking at-- 1280|The colors and the shadows-- 1280|But the old earth in the shadows, 1280|And the great wide sky, 1280|The gray sky and the gray clouds, 1280|I'll see no more, and wait. 1280|I'm only dreaming; I'm dreaming-- 1280|I'm only dreaming that my love is waiting for me 1280|Where the hills are dark in the valleys. 1280|Ah, you will love me, my dear? 1280|There will be no crying, no? 1280|"I Love Her With All My Heart," an old song, 1280|"You've heard the lay?" 1280|I'll sing it out to her. 1280|And if she laughs or frowns, 1280|I'll give her one of them. 1280|Oh, there's nothin' but a man's heart, in my dreams, 1280|An' a man's voice calling from in the night; 1280|And a woman's hand with her in life and death, 1280|An' the wind that blows 1280|When their eyes meet, 1280|An' never a sound in the silence, 1280|Nor voice, but but a wind that blows. 1280|The light of my past life's eyes I see, 1280|An' the past lies open--let me read. 1280|The past lives of the living and the dead 1280|Are one, if it were true the past were dead. 1280|I knew it a long time ago, 1280|But the past is not to me a song. 1280|Ah, the world is a dream of a day, 1280|But the past is the thing it is today. 1280|I heard it yesterday--it's true-- 1280|But it's the past is just a dream of a day. 1280|The future is something I dreamed; 1280|I want to get away from it 1280|To feel, once more, the light of it. 1280|To be alone where no one sees me-- 1280|To go out, in the rain-shrouded night. 1280|To go out in a garden of flowers, 1280|And sit among the trees 1280|In a flower-place in the dusk of a garden with rose on the 1280|tree stump, 1280|And the shadow of the bushes and meadows 1280|in the dark, 1280|And the wind on the trees overhead 1280|And a voice, that sings to me 1280|From a tree-top where the trees are singing, 1280|An' the branches are swinging. 1280|The rain falls down from the sky 1280|Upon the top of the grasses, 1280|An' breaks it on the heads of the daisies 1280|In the grasses all the day. 1280|I'm tired of the wind that's singin' so sweetly in the garden of flowers, 1280|I want to go out like a song, 1280|With the wind, in the air, and my love by my side-- 1280|O love, be a flower-flower-flower, 1280|All of you wind-sounds, 1280|Come in the wind, the bird, the sky 1280|Be a flower-sound of me, 1280|If I sing a song out of tune 1280|It is only to make him happy, 1280|My lady's singing, 1280|He will bring her fair crowns of snow 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 16580 ======================================== 29357|_And my heart's a-choking, 29357|And my tears are falling, 29357|That all things go to bed_. 29357|The mother sat at the ready stove 29357|With her little boy by her knee; 29357|Said the boy, "Grandmamma, let me sing 29357|A song for my little sister." 29357|He said, "I shall it if you give me leave, 29357|And see that I sing it with pleasure." 29357|And the old women did his song approve, 29357|And said, "Grandmamma, let me sing it again: 29357|There's a little girl just likes the best 29357|Of all the girls and boys that we see." 29357|And the old women sang, and their voices rang, 29357|As the little girl made him the song. 29357|"It is good" they said, "in his singing voice 29357|For his happy face; but never so 29357|In your life you'll find a child as fair-- 29357|With her hazel eyes, sweet smiling smile-- 29357|Her bright brown hair, so full of shadows white-- 29357|Such a voice as it does give and take 29357|Every time an interval there is 29357|Between the note and the word it sings. 29357|To know her so much more beautiful, 29357|That every night and morning long, 29357|Was a joy to her, that little child, 29357|And her heart was glad, when she could say 29357|Each word that pleased her, without thinking-- 29357|Though there was no singing, to her ear 29357|There never was any sorrow. 29357|But all things change: every little child 29357|Has sorrow to fill her little day; 29357|And so, when he was very young, 29357|He had a little grief to sing, 29357|And every word that he was able, 29357|For the sorrow of his little woe. 29357|It was not his face, his face alone, 29357|Was of sorrow. He had grief to sing. 29357|To see his mother's face, and feel then 29357|Her tears of joy, her eyes of tears, 29357|As she stood by his side, with a smile, 29357|For she loved him best, his little child. 29357|He was so happy, for he knew 29357|The tears that came, or those that fell, 29357|Would fall more sweetly if she cried, 29357|She could not sing--he could not speak. 29357|So he sighed and sighed, and hewed 29357|With his teeth his wayward wayward heart, 29357|And his soul to heaven returned; 29357|And now, one day he thought, "A waste 29357|I've come to look through this rose-tree, 29357|Where I see a shadow still." 29357|And now, the leaves were wet with dew; 29357|And his soul from heaven was borne 29357|To a brighter world--where sorrow and tears 29357|Are made in a brighter tree. 29357|And he gathered flowers and placed 'em where 29357|Her shadow lingers on the bough, 29357|And prayed that she, his little child, 29357|Would always be bright as summer-time, 29357|And never weep out in the rain. 29357|And when the flowers were placed on high, 29357|In their sunny shade that's cleared now, 29357|He found his little brother, too, 29357|With his hand in his, and his eyes 29357|Set in the sunny summer air. 29357|Then Mary, with her baby-clothes, 29357|Stolen the little brother from the day, 29357|And was glad to leave him there. 29357|And he went, with a sigh, away, 29357|And never more was seen by that dear, dear face. 29357|"Come play together, 29357|I and my friend, 29357|And I'll sing to you 29357|Just as I sung to you in the summer. 29357|"Come, little lamb, 29357|Come, little lamb, 29357|And I'll teach you 29357|To know the way 29357|Out of the ditch, 29357 ======================================== SAMPLE 16590 ======================================== 1745|The mighty Throne of God, and in His face 1745|Severe of fight, though in the Serpent he sat 1745|In active Wore, yet in the Serpent was he wraught 1745|With glory of his presence; he Himself, 1745|The end and aim of all His works, the Lord, 1745|And all things good proceeded from Him came 1745|Into the Sum of Being; all was One, 1745|And One only good, and sole, and All, 1745|One substance, and one instrument unknown 1745|Of mighty union, and by one command 1745|Obliterate; with one powre without end 1745|Indenture to sustain and conq'ring all, 1745|One seperate Heav'n; and, with one pow'r, Heav'ns Heav'n 1745|Was made, and down to Heav'n deprav'd by doom, 1745|And th' other part by will and degree decreed 1745|Thexed to roll on high, th' uneven destinie 1745|In prospect of th' ages; for the great 1745|And everlasting will of God continued still 1745|Wisdom and Love, though veil'd, and by decrees 1745|Corrupt and rebell, so farres the willd designs 1745|Of mortal man; he hath not he from above 1745|Created, or downwards brought: which must be seen 1745|In Heav'n, and in Earth, in Spirit, and in Cere, 1745|As in a glass; for none can settle what it is 1745|He meanes to form, who sees not how the Judge 1745|Smileth at the pollution of the work. Free choice 1745|And Unknown, from the beginning thus Heav'n 1745|Have been, and ever shall be, th' Original 1745|Simple and direct, waild in free choice of Heav'n 1745|And Earth; so pure and free it self of Lust 1745|And Priests impious, none can dirty more 1745|The ways of Right, or sin among his brethren 1745|Honour, or reverence, or with impious heart 1745|Deal injustifie; this it is that calls 1745|Into the head of Men the righteous curse, 1745|This causes loss of wisdomes domato, 1745|And curse of Sodom and ary Ys, becom 1745|Gods spawn of Men, and men of vile example 1745|And base influence: on them He on them 1745|With righteous Misdread rests his judgements, 1745|The rest in blindness wait for sin to dy, 1745|And guiltie punishment: but blind unbelie 1745|Waits continually, and gets no sight nor light 1745|Of mercy, though blind day and night unseen 1745|Follow not his ways, but by his wordes blind. 1745|Therefore the more follows the unerred wordes 1745|Of God most High, the more intendeth He 1745|More evil than the wordes mean, and more dread 1745|Of Judgement, than what those Judgements meane. 1745|Mean while the Earth, the home of living, sight, 1745|Stands in the Wilderness from Jacob's begrave, 1745|Immured by Rivers crystal walling round 1745|With surfie Cotta, fenced round with Rivers stone, 1745|Unflatt'ring, and a refuge to the naked 1745|And helpless, which the angry Serpent crowding, 1745|Supercarp Tireum, in the Earth's deep bosome, 1745|With Vampyre fang towards the Face of Heaven forc'd, 1745|Babes to themselves out of Eden hatch; 1745|These to their chamber in the Garden led, 1745|These to their Gardens led, this to th' Earthly Paradise. 1745|We know th' Earthly Paradise was built 1745|Before the fall of Adam, and this day 1745|He began his Garden work; and all day long 1745|Fed by Moisture the Earth, and arranged matter 1745|In dozens, neat, and uncrampah'd; till the Sun 1745|Had from his Job dim Abyss in evening strayed, 1745|And with foul Ensign of Winter on his Head 1745|Rowlt into the World ======================================== SAMPLE 16600 ======================================== 2491|In her arms--with laughter and with grace 2491|As if she were about to rise again; 2491|And she felt that her heart was aching yet 2491|For a thought of the past. The days had flown, 2491|And the dream of her dreams was over and done 2491|Ever since her summer came and went, 2491|And the thoughts of a summer's day were done, 2491|As she sat upon the shore, alone. 2491|She knew not what had become of the past, 2491|She only was glad for the change and glad 2491|That she was about to inherit. 2491|Her eyes were full of tears; she knew not how 2491|They had lit up the evenings ere this 2491|And wasted so many a sunny morn, 2491|The sweet-faced sunlight that had been so sweet 2491|Was gone and she knew not where it went. 2491|Her voice had drifted low like a song 2491|To a happy heart within her breast, 2491|And the sweet, heavy, throbbing throb 2491|That had been the music had been silenced. 2491|Was it then not the moonlight shining, 2491|That had filled all the world with gladness? 2491|Was it then not the summer flowers 2491|Fresh from the fields of golden weather? 2491|Was it then not the winds crying, 2491|As they whirled by her side in flight? 2491|No, it was the sun with its golden blaze, 2491|With its golden warmth and light, 2491|Which had been the joy of her youth, 2491|And the beauty of her childhood's days; 2491|But it was not the summer's light, 2491|But autumn's dew and dew in the ground. 2491|And it was not the sun with its beam, 2491|But autumn's tempest, storm and gloom, 2491|Who had torn her, broken, from the place 2491|The old house stood and filled it with gloom; 2491|And it was not the moon with its glare 2491|But autumn's twilight, whose soft light 2491|Had passed through the frost and snow and gloom 2491|To the old house's long-abandoned wall. 2491|And on the roof the shadows fell 2491|As they fell in old portraits; 2491|No name, no name was left behind, 2491|Nor was there a crest that was not gone, 2491|Nor trace of a date nor date of birth, 2491|And all the walls were mouldering away 2491|To something forgotten, 2491|And the old roof which once rose tall 2491|Was crumbling to its base; 2491|And the old porch, which once seemed tall, 2491|To something less than nothing seemed, 2491|Was crumbling now to nothing at all; 2491|And the old gate, once strong and fair, 2491|Was slowly darkling to the day; 2491|And the old shutters, which once sent 2491|An endless stream of happy thoughts 2491|To the proud eye of youth or maid, 2491|Were slowly turning to a grave-- 2491|When in the window there was only one 2491|And no face round the casement there, 2491|And yet the tears of long ago 2491|Had filled the eyes of Mary Mapes 2491|And touched her soul with sorrowful tears. 2491|And they heard her sighing, long and low, 2491|As she dropped her eyes from her head, 2491|As if her heart would break in twain 2491|Should she look farther than the casement there. 2491|But the long, long, long, long, long,-- 2491|She knew not why or how or where, 2491|But she only knew it was the end, 2491|And she knew not how long it had been. 2491|"Come in, Mary Mapes, come in!" 2491|She whispered; and her voice was low, 2491|And yet her eyes shone with gladness' grace 2491|As she passed in with Mary Mapes. 2491|They heard her laugh deep in her heart, 2491|As a laugh that she had laughed before; 2491|And she held with a glad, proud grace 2491|And joyous pride ======================================== SAMPLE 16610 ======================================== 30332|But that so strong a love was mine, 30332|As that I might have held him fast 30332|Before my love had slain him there; 30332|Yet did I love indeed, but not 30332|As now beloved; nay, not as then. 30332|If ye had seen him once before, 30332|When in the palace-yard we met, 30332|With the high-headed beauty of his smile-- 30332|The beauty of a heart that yearned, 30332|As yearned with love and made moan, 30332|And by those lips so red with toil, 30332|With those cold lips of passion, told, 30332|Were it not better far to stay 30332|In those sweet days of long ago, 30332|And now in this far land alone, 30332|And watch in vain for him I loved? 30332|As the old tale goes, so did we 30332|Return from Egeria's land; 30332|But I do believe I never found 30332|The warrior, nor did he speak a word 30332|Of kindness then to me or mine, 30332|Nor any gift that mine eyes might see. 30332|Ah, better far to die in peace 30332|Than ever here to vex my brain 30332|With thoughts of him that I may not keep; 30332|For in the days when I was young 30332|I had a love by far too strong, 30332|And now it would not turn away. 30332|Ah, that he should still be living yet, 30332|Then sooth, were it now in any wight! 30332|But as it is, let us to bed. 30332|Now must we to bed and to God remain; 30332|Here the sword must be the sign of death: 30332|For all our friends are in that land divided. 30332|We'll to bed then and here to be slain; 30332|Behold, the very night is dark, 30332|And the morning shall be dark indeed. 30332|Go then, my wife; bring me my sword 30332|My love had lent me, for a friend, 30332|I'll come in all weathers and I'll kill thee, 30332|I'll never say an awful word 30332|But smiles to me that doth me wrong. 30332|Nay, rather let me sleep in this place, 30332|Than I behold that unhappy man 30332|When he comes to seize one of us twain; 30332|Nay, stay; thou shalt not lose the ring, 30332|The gift I had for mine own hand; 30332|But we will find it in the Lord's house, 30332|This morning shall ye turn again, 30332|And then I will say what thou hast said.” 30332|“Nay, my lord, thy grace shall do for thee 30332|The first task that he of France has set; 30332|For all his land but twain will I go seek 30332|To the land of the dead and living two, 30332|And with them shall I see the mighty King, 30332|But first to-morrow to my sword we must ride.” 30332|“Nay, my lord, it shall avail thee naught; 30332|Nay, this shall I not tell thee now; 30332|A fool there is that to this spot would ride 30332|In vain, and his life’s in the dark; 30332|The grey-grown men all hold him for a fen 30332|That can never be swam by any ship; 30332|So he shall ride till the night hath grown late 30332|And the last light in the east shall die; 30332|But ere he ride and the day’s red lips meet, 30332|A man and his love shall look on us, 30332|When in the land of the living and dead 30332|We shall turn and the man shall speak to us.” 30332|Then rose the sun and with a voice of might 30332|And beauty spoke the green grass and the sea: 30332|“I am here, I am here, where dwells 30332|The King, King Rua? say, O speak! 30332|O speak, for now the night grows old, 30332|A little way without a shore ======================================== SAMPLE 16620 ======================================== 24216|"Till the moon grows white, 24216|Till the sea returns to shore, 24216|Till the light in heaven grows dim 24216|With the night and twilight's night." 24216|The young-eyed poet on his lyre, 24216|Filled with wild ecstasy, 24216|Sang aloud his love and left 24216|His lyre with silence: 24216|And the winds with ecstasy 24216|Re-echoed the melody, 24216|Whose trembling chords were stirred 24216|By the ecstasy of love. 24216|"Till the moon grows white, 24216|Till the sea returns to shore, 24216|Till the light in heaven grows dim, 24216|With the night and twilight's night." 24216|"Oh! that I could find a home 24216|Here upon this earth," 24216|Cried the poet to the rain, 24216|"Where my heart should be warm, 24216|For the voice and light of his 24216|Might never weary me." 24216|He stood on an open strand, 24216|Watching the white wave dash 24216|And the billows up and down, 24216|And the white foam go sailing by 24216|As though it ne'er had been a dream. 24216|But the night fell on the shore, 24216|And the night came on. 24216|He saw his love's light shine 24216|Full through the dark night, 24216|And the storm with ecstasy 24216|Made answer to that light. 24216|He heard his love's sweet voice float 24216|From his own love's breast; 24216|And the white foam came down the stream, 24216|As though it ne'er had been a dream. 24216|He saw a ship that sailed 24216|To a far-off port; 24216|And it came from far-off lands, 24216|With a heart-ache and a care. 24216|The ship was laden with gold, 24216|And silver, and crimson dye. 24216|But her crew were all dead men; 24216|And all their faces wore 24216|The look of a dead man's face. 24216|She sailed, for the sea came on 24216|With a cry of sorrow; 24216|And with a roar of sad despair, 24216|She plunged from his world of tide. 24216|She sang of a home that should be, 24216|Where her sweet will was made: 24216|And a song she sang that I 24216|Have watched with sorrow ever since. 24216|Sail away into the sun again, 24216|That, from the waters high, 24216|Your bark will float in the summer breeze, 24216|And your sails will be gay. 24216|And your mizen-face will all be light, 24216|And your gossamer-work made; 24216|And you will come in the autumn day, 24216|And your sails will be gay. 24216|And your mizen-face will all be light, 24216|And your gossamer-work made; 24216|And you will come in the autumn day, 24216|And your sails will be gay. 24216|The lark will sing, and the nightingale, 24216|And the lark will sing, and the nightingale, 24216|Singing as ever will be; 24216|And the sun will stand, and the sky 24216|Will evermore be fair. 24216|And the lark will sing, and the nightingale, 24216|And the lark will sing, and the nightingale, 24216|Singing as ever will be; 24216|And the sun will stand, and in glory all 24216|With gold and crimson light, 24216|You who must sing, though you may not sing, 24216|Like the rest, song of the dawn! 24216|All around me are the woods and fields, 24216|And there's a cottage close beside, 24216|That one and all with me will stay, 24216|Till the springtime come again. 24216|I would have no house, or tower, or fort 24216|To-night, or any one else's thought; 24216|But just its roof and walls will be ======================================== SAMPLE 16630 ======================================== 37649|In her eyes where Love's rose burns anew. 37649|Yet to love is not to be content; 37649|It is to give,--but that is not all: 37649|To give--is not to find again! 37649|'Tis to give,--this hour alone,--to the Love 37649|That lives in thee: this hour,--to make one hour 37649|Of this thy passion, and, with the one 37649|Of thy desire, to make one hour of all 37649|Thy happiness. To give,--to live and live 37649|For this and only this! In giving live 37649|The soul of beauty,--soul of bliss; the love 37649|That never was on earth, and only there, 37649|Its own eternal sphere! In giving live 37649|The spirit of the world,--its spirit too, 37649|And all its fountains and its streams, by right 37649|Of being perfect. The world's unrest,-- 37649|Inflamed and restless with the surge of thought 37649|That burns,--is but the soul's unrest and flame 37649|Of all that soul hath ever lived in vain. 37649|Let me awake and find thee at this hour, 37649|To give of mine; to give of all I can; 37649|But tell none save that I love thee true, 37649|And with my living give the living right. 37649|Tell it, therefore, sweet,--and let it be 37649|Breath of the spirit; 'twill be good for both. 37649|And when we meet on earth--and meet at last 37649|Till we meet in heaven,--if I may but pray 37649|As one may pray for memory of a friend,-- 37649|And, praying, feel the peace that falls on me, 37649|For the one prayer is granted, and the other spent, 37649|And thou and I reunited by Love's decree, 37649|And I as noble as noble can be. 37649|'Tis the tale of Sappho, and her lute, and a 37649|Pleasant lady's visit, and the maiden's kiss. 37649|And what were that to thee? If, by thy side 37649|Longer than three evenings, the sea-gale may waft 37649|Upon thy heart, a moment's pleasure thou 37649|Mayst have; but what if all that sweet perfume 37649|Of thy spirit which thou saw'st passeth thee 37649|And calls thee must be breathed into an air 37649|Thro' which thou mayst be warmed and yet mayst be sad? 37649|I saw an open gate at the close of day 37649|To the high hills that tower and the world unknown, 37649|And I thought "The fair sweet air might bring thee near, 37649|And I shall know thee." 37649|I heard a voice again, 37649|"The sweetest air has swept across the place, 37649|And I shall see thee come, and I may fall, 37649|And I shall be whole and you shall weep for me! 37649|But now, as now, for me no breeze will blow,-- 37649|I'll whisper in the sun the word she said;-- 37649|I'm not weary, but I must arise, 37649|And I'll give thee, as I yield myself, 37649|The kiss my lips have given itself. 37649|"I'm not weary, not for me no sea shall sweep 37649|The dream I dream'd of on this lovely shore, 37649|And I shall find thee in the high hills 37649|And love thee--love thee true." 37649|There was a man 37649|Who was goodly of his father's line, 37649|A childless king who never had seen day 37649|And never heeded time. 37649|He was well-to-do and ill-to-delight, 37649|A poet of the earth who loved his queen, 37649|And he wrote her a song, and she would hear; 37649|He heard it and he knew her, and he heard, 37649|And he told her what he knew; 37649|But in the end she loved not heart nor tongue 37649|And she could not understand. 37649|At last he bade ======================================== SAMPLE 16640 ======================================== 1568|The man of a thousand dreams 1568|Pants to the moon-crowned night's 1568|Songs; and the night's low murmur 1568|Thrills through the quiet city. 1568|The poet who has never sung 1568|Lifts his hands to the night 1568|And sings his songs, or the sweet 1568|And awful songs the sleepers 1568|Sang the days before the stars 1568|That the soul remembers, 1568|When, with a shadow, the fire 1568|Of the night hid in shadow 1568|Burned in the darkness of sleep, 1568|In a spirit-sea of the soul 1568|Unfolding and dark and deep. 1568|The poet has never sung 1568|Hearken to the night that calls! 1568|Hearken to the wind that calls, 1568|The sun that is blind on earth, 1568|The rain, the rain that comes and goes 1568|From a million raindrops, 1568|The tears they are shed into the wine 1568|The raindrop is rain and wine, 1568|The song is the soul's desire, 1568|The wine its dream and dream! 1568|And the soul that is blind sings 1568|And dreams of the darkness of sleep 1568|With the light of the stars in her eyes 1568|And the souls of the raindrops 1568|That gather in wine and wine 1568|And burn in the darkness of dreams 1568|And the souls of the raindrops 1568|That burn and sing and sing! 1568|The moon looks down 1568|On the empty town 1568|That drowsed and dreamt her son 1568|Was burning in Hell. 1568|We are the children of the wind and the sea. 1568|The wind was our father; we are the ones he gave 1568|A country and a home and people to choose from: 1568|We are the best and bravest. He gave us the world 1568|To lead and rule, and we will lead till he die. 1568|Gather the storms at dawn, sweep them back with the sun: 1568|Our people have sent us this glorious invitation: 1568|Come down and crown ourselves with the power of the sea. 1568|Let the storm-clouds fly like curtained chaff before 1568|The might of our people and lead us as kings 1568|To lead, to rule, to live by the sea! 1568|The night is black on the face of the steep 1568|Heaven-stairs; 1568|In the darkness the echoes are stilled 1568|From the war-shout and thunder, but o'er the towers 1568|The great bells toll for the dawn. 1568|From the red-roofed city in the west, 1568|The roar, red-heasted of the dawn, 1568|From the red-roofed city in the east, 1568|The glory of the first white stars that break 1568|Into their places in the blue; 1568|In the night the dawn breaks with a flash, 1568|In the dawn the people come out at last . . . 1568|Gather the storms that will not stay away, 1568|Gather them all, Gather them all away, 1568|With a loud, sharp roar! 1568|The wind has run in a whirl of flame, 1568|Bearing the dark horse over the snow, 1568|With a mighty noise of laughter and tears, 1568|For he is racing for a world unknown, 1568|The world of light. 1568|The wind has run in the sea with all his fleet, 1568|Carrying the dark horse over the foam, 1568|Over the sea-shores clamorous and dim 1568|Where the grey dead ships lie low in death, 1568|Like the ghosts of dead ones that had lived for a day 1568|A month, a year - 1568|Is our guest at the bidding of the wind to-night? 1568|Or is it that the wind has a dream to give? 1568|Is it a ghost of a dream we've passed away 1568|In the days long dead? 1568|The sun in the morning is young and red . . . 1568|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 16650 ======================================== 2620|I do confess, my Lord, 2620|I wish he were lying dead. 2620|I knew not you, sweet Lady. 2620|And yet, how could I know 2620|That he, whom I must bear 2620|With those dear wounds about my breast, 2620|Had met his death with such a wound? 2620|Ah, what is this sweet song of yours? 2620|And wherefore should I sing it? 2620|I'm sorry I could never see 2620|His face to touch it would. 2620|My Lady is young as he; 2620|The sun would rise soon after he 2620|Drove out the flies that ate his coat. 2620|And I, a little lady, 2620|Should not be glad of him. 2620|You ask what this sweet song may be, 2620|That I must sing. It is a thing 2620|Of which the day has brought me,-- 2620|The first that ever I beheld 2620|Was in the days before he died. 2620|Some memory of the dead, I wis, 2620|Has brought me to his memory. 2620|How long, dearest, shall it be? 2620|How many suns must be there, 2620|Before our eyes can reach that height 2620|Wherein we both abide! 2620|Some night, some day, I think, he will 2620|Rise up, and look at me, 2620|And from the window call me by 2620|The way to home. 2620|No more of him: let your arms entwine 2620|Me round the dear one's heart! 2620|The way is long, my Lord, and full of pain, 2620|And we are lost for long. 2620|We've had no guide since he departed, 2620|To lead him to his grave. 2620|Our night-mare guides us up through Heaven 2620|Above the living sun: 2620|'Tis the last light of his face before 2620|His day is done. 2620|Dear, have we pity! Can your soul forgive 2620|Such sorrow, and no better be? 2620|Or was it something you had heard,-- 2620|A voice that spoke about him sweet?-- 2620|That mocked of his weak life? 2620|Oh, had we heard a clearer voice, 2620|Or dreamed he lived more fair? 2620|Have I forgiven his heart, my Lord? 2620|Nay, I forgive still. 2620|Our hearts were never meant for this,-- 2620|Our eyes for that: 2620|The only dear thing is his eyes, 2620|Howe'er they gaze from us. 2620|We thought, to speak of him once more: 2620|But all their soundless air 2620|Was but the silence of his grave: 2620|And we two stood, a little space, 2620|As mute they gazed upon him. 2620|They said not one word: but, in the air, 2620|That last faint word which stands 2620|As symbols of some mighty loss,-- 2620|A bitter cry, and then 2620|The darkness of eternity. 2620|They said not one word: but, in the skies, 2620|A wind of death was blowing: 2620|A voice went forth from Heaven itself: 2620|"Oh, who art thou?" 2620|And all the ocean answered him,-- 2620|The dying ocean. 2620|O song, O song, ye three, that alone 2620|We hear amid our joy and pain! 2620|That only hear and speak the word 2620|That all the sorrow and the joy 2620|Was born in song, that all the life 2620|Is born in song! 2620|O song, O song! The one word, one tone 2620|Is all the harmony of all. 2620|Oh, who is sadder than we twain 2620|That we can tell like heaven or hell? 2620|That we can speak the one word, one tone 2620|And none but we can know like hell! 2620|Ye three, your names are many: 2620|Now, in your song, our names are one: 2620|We tell ======================================== SAMPLE 16660 ======================================== 30332|With no end to his years, 30332|Nor for one year more at all, 30332|Till the last day was born, 30332|With no end to his years? 30332|In the last day was born 30332|Gods and their children dear, 30332|But the other end he had, 30332|That the whole world shall end. 30332|Yet so one thing befell him-- 30332|A wise man said within-- 30332|How that for this he left his land-- 30332|In the first year of this game, 30332|And he sailed away to sea, 30332|Far from all earth's friends and kind, 30332|And no more a wanderer lay 30332|In his weary, wintry plight, 30332|Until in twain he came to lands 30332|Heard men moan in cities old 30332|And hear at their end of life 30332|A cry of loss and sorrow; 30332|Then on the shore he lay, 30332|Nor deemed his birth-tide soon, 30332|Because the great God had decreed 30332|That he must die the death 30332|In the first year of this game. 30332|"Hast thou found us, Lord?" cried he 30332|As the first night of the year 30332|Passed into the first-born year; 30332|"Have we come back again? 30332|Shall we live or die at last?" 30332|"Nay," answered one of them, 30332|"We are safe and glad as of old, 30332|Though we are come no more, 30332|Though we must die at last: 30332|The Gods have told us straight, 30332|We have heard the voice of the God, 30332|That we must die at last." 30332|"God of the sea! the voice of the God 30332|Calls thee now, when the last day's done, 30332|When the last day begins; 30332|Seek as of old thou mightst have lived, 30332|And all the winds of heaven blew 30332|In thy ears, and with thee grew 30332|Like the glad, glad days of old, 30332|And the Gods foretold thee well." 30332|"Who hath borne me to this end? 30332|Heav'n wills that I die when I go 30332|To the second end of this tale: 30332|If thou but keep thy word, 30332|From the first year shall I never die, 30332|Or any more be born." 30332|Then one of the Gods cried, "Gif I live 30332|I will take from thy lips this last 30332|Great gift; a little thing 30332|I will give thee that thou shalt see, 30332|If thou fulfil thy heart's desire 30332|And live as of old; 30332|And shall lie in the deep sea, 30332|With thy hand upon thy breast." 30332|"Gif I live to give thee this gift, 30332|Alas, and sad to tell!" 30332|But the voice of the angry God 30332|Came to them and said, 30332|"Though thou shouldst die as once thy Lord 30332|Lavish of life did of old, 30332|And I lie with the dead, 30332|Yet from the first long year 30332|The will of the Great God will I give, 30332|That thou fulfil thy heart's desire, 30332|And live as of old." 30332|"Go tell my lady then, 30332|Though she is much my mother, 30332|But, though great and strong 30332|Is a woman of little faith, 30332|And though I cannot take 30332|For my wife this poor child, 30332|That is mine, though I die, 30332|Yet I love the little thing 30332|As I love the Great King should, 30332|And die as I love my lord." 30332|Then did the weary maiden go 30332|Out of the castle gate, 30332|And the wild war-wind stirred the sea, 30332|The sea with war-drift stirred, 30332|But ever and anon, 30332|While the angry God cried out, 30332|"O my girls, ======================================== SAMPLE 16670 ======================================== 2620|And we'll be in love and we'll love each other. 2620|What are the flowers, 2620|The flowers that shine! 2620|Are they only women 2620|With pretty names? 2620|The flowers that shine, 2620|The flowers that shine! 2620|Some are white, and some are red-- 2620|Green and some, and some are blue-- 2620|A thousand are born each day 2620|That shine in Mary's shoes! 2620|What are the flowers, 2620|The flowers that shine! 2620|Are they only women 2620|With pretty names? 2620|As I was walking down the aisles of my dear--a dear-- 2620|In the pomaded grass that skirts the cool spring-rhymes, 2620|I heard the sounds of joy and I saw the glorious light. 2620|Where are they flying? 2620|O the glad voices of children and laughing eyes of men! 2620|Where are the joyous wings of their flying? 2620|And, where is the glory of flight that never tires? 2620|Whence are those children flying? 2620|O the happy arms and the eager, burning eyes of gay!-- 2620|O the happy voices, and O the joyous, thrilling hands of song! 2620|Where are those happy children turning? 2620|O the glad mouths that answer and O the glad, rapturous feet of 2620|"Mary, we are ready 2620|For you in the sky!" 2620|Where are their hearts and their graves? 2620|Where are those proud, that red, that burning kiss of their dear, 2620|The rose said "I'm ready for you and you, the great sun, 2620|"The flowers are ready," answered the flower, and the earth's ear 2620|"Mary said 'I'm ready,'" said the dead, "but the flowers are 2620|coming soon!" 2620|A youth in the village 2620|Was merry, merry, merry, 2620|And as I walk the hill 2620|I call to him; 2620|"Hark to the singer's croon: 2620|He sings a song for me!" 2620|"How can I join you here 2620|In the merry holiday? 2620|You never set the cheek 2620|So proudly gay and gay: 2620|Come walk with me, my friend; 2620|I've walked beside you here." 2620|Said the youth, "I'm giddy, giddy; 2620|Do I not see her here??" 2620|Said the old man: "Then I guess 2620|I must be out of line." 2620|To a little child: a man did sing, 2620|The time was when the world did lie; 2620|And the time upon the sea was 2620|When the great waves would lave the earth. 2620|And the time to be a man's mate, 2620|Or a maiden's delight, 2620|Was a girl unto him: 2620|But he sat in the darkening wood 2620|When the little bird went west-- 2620|But the man sat at the doorway lone, 2620|And the bird sat in the sun. 2620|And she's the bride that his lips will kiss, 2620|And the man is the old that his eyes say; 2620|But his heart in his breast-to-be 2620|Yawns with the shame and the gall. 2620|A young man went forth from the village, 2620|The wind blew over the sea; 2620|His hair was white as snowfower's braid, 2620|His eyes were blue as the sky. 2620|He sought the hills that are never trod, 2620|He sought the brooks that are never heard, 2620|He sought the fields that are never fed, 2620|He sought the flowers that are never red. 2620|The night drew on as night drew over, 2620|When he saw the hills were strewn, 2620|And he heard the winds, as they went sighing, 2620|That had brought the world to an end. 2620|Oh! who hath spoken with a stranger 2620|Or seen a thought he knew not, 2620|When the night grew dark above him with ======================================== SAMPLE 16680 ======================================== 18500|And all the other dales o' Cork, 18500|For want o' more'nhens to sport wi', 18500|Their herds o' hoast, or heather hares; 18500|The deil noo would haud the goose, 18500|Or, sure, the Devil wadna stop. 18500|Then tell me true, my ain Louisa, 18500|When we were chums in Sheridan's kebbuck, 18500|And started out wi' love and fury, 18500|To find the d----n'd run off our spurs; 18500|Or to think on the days o' innocence, 18500|When young Charlie did ca' us naigs; 18500|When we took cottage, or we douce, 18500|And fed on cottage, or on douce: 18500|Sae saft then is young Charlie's een, 18500|And sae tart is our household then-- 18500|When we had our sheep and our goats, 18500|We had nae need to feed on goats. 18500|Our furrin kye, and we, and we, 18500|Away on a hurrite we gaed, 18500|The divil a durn fauld hae gane, 18500|And I and my love ca'd "Mary Ann." 18500|We herd wild ewes, tim Dundee, 18500|And we built a wildcat toon, 18500|And we fed them sae we might, 18500|And we sent them here anither man, 18500|And we wish'd them good guid freen'sne. 18500|And it's warth wi' the lave o' auld men, 18500|And it's warth wi' the lave o' my dear, 18500|When we gaed to the Langsyne furrin; 18500|And our mither sent me the news, 18500|We would get kith and justalte. 18500|But it's wae, or it's gude, I'm no coward, 18500|Than take up the sword and fyle; 18500|And I'll gie my divil and blade 18500|For the sake o' poor Charlie, Mary Ann. 18500|There warst o' the war atween us twa, 18500|And first that's come to my mind the like, 18500|Is the sough o' the warld at Baillie-lane, 18500|When our father's lad was foremost there. 18500|And that, my dearest, was the last, 18500|He's been the sport o' my happiest day! 18500|For what he's been my days had been lang, 18500|Since he gave me his sword and a laird's fee. 18500|And though to think o' him it gars me mair 18500|Than to beg the warld for him again, 18500|Gars make love and pay due daffin' to, 18500|As he did to Mary Ann, my dearie. 18500|The sun came wae and the gloamin's fire 18500|Had ilka dae a gouden sky, 18500|As sae's that I saw them the warl'. 18500|In a green mantle o' grene silk the young laddies sat, 18500|While their little eilding-poles they wrapp'd in rest: 18500|There brocht their daddie's wafers, as he it was, 18500|And on the mats they wrapp'd the sheets o' ae bed, 18500|There, brocht the sheets for their owsen-beds, 18500|They slept and dream'd o' the day that was gane. 18500|The dawn fill'd the goud a wee moist glazier, 18500|The dewdrop and the star did beam, 18500|The sea maun to the shore of the west, 18500|And the houlet's song to the deil cam hame; 18500|As sae's that I saw them the warl' 18500|Ful fauld in the misty gowden fauld, 18500|They were four laddies, and sae strong for me. 18500|Aye high and lower their merit do I hail, 18500|To their care, obedience, ======================================== SAMPLE 16690 ======================================== 28375|When I am dead I'll sing you some 28375|Some tune of my own composition; 28375|That will--like its predecessor,-- 28375|To his sweet death-seat, then to me, 28375|And to the world--with a tear-- 28375|For the songs, and the songs alone, 28375|Of this most lovely and rare flower. 28375|_S_ell me a wreath of myrtle! make 28375|For my grave a wreath of laurel! make 28375|Of mine an obelisk! 28375|And bury me near to yonder brook, 28375|Where the sweet water gurgles by it. 28375|There let me lie, and the very weeds 28375|Of yonder thorn should bear me there, 28375|And when the winter's fled, and the frost 28375|On the green banks has left them clear. 28375|And when the summer's over, and all 28375|Its sweetness wears, but the summer's gayer 28375|Than the cool-rayed summer of my days, 28375|Let me be laid away, where the trees 28375|Shed yellow fruit, and the grass is drest 28375|In my fair form, and, where the ground is soft, 28375|Where the dew is dry, and the sunbeams play. 28375|Forsaking, like that which is the rest 28375|Of the cold north-country where I lie, 28375|I'll go to my final rest away, 28375|Where the grass has no trace of my bones!-- 28375|But no, to my grave let a song be sung, 28375|And a wreath of myrtle twine around me, 28375|As if I were a tree of such a bower, 28375|And my grave with my grave would meet. 28375|And let there be a line thereon 28375|Of my wreath of laurel drawn in a circle, 28375|And say--"Let laurel-crowns but be seen, 28375|Nor mine the laurel-tree, mine the laurel-tree." 28375|And my grave--let no one see it 28375|With the line that there let be seen 28375|Nor any one say--'Here's a grave that's mine!' 28375|But let its leaves, by their green quilts, 28375|Be shrined on the boughs, and its bark, 28375|And wreaths thereof be wrought, and the roots, 28375|And berries whereon it is smelt. 28375|And the wood-thronging oak shall there be seen, 28375|And the beech, by its own trees here, 28375|And many a bigness of larkspoken tree, 28375|And the cuckoo's note that's the breath 28375|Of the lake where I lie, with her tune 28375|I would keep in my heart, and there's none to say-- 28375|_Thou art the tree--the laurel wreath--which now shall fall!_ 28375|To be near thee, 28375|In the summer, 28375|When the birds are singing 28375|And the lights are dancing 28375|On the white-water. 28375|To be near thee, 28375|When the wild flowers 28375|Scent the air 28375|And the earth 28375|Under the breath 28375|Of the flowers; 28375|Where thy gladness 28375|Makes it holy 28375|To me, 28375|In the winter, 28375|When the rocks are breaking, 28375|And thy leaves 28375|Are the flowers 28375|That perfume 28375|The air; 28375|When all the woods 28375|Thrill with thy praise, 28375|With that sweet thought 28375|Which I long for 28375|In my soul. 28375|Where thy green growth 28375|Is, like 28375|A crown, 28375|Which I would 28375|For my queen 28375|I love, 28375|Where thy branches 28375|Sow the corn, 28375|For it the farmer 28375|Cares not, 28375|Sown in a field, 28375|Where th' wind 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 16700 ======================================== 8187|'Twas like, as if an angel's breath 8187|Had stirred in all the vaults above 8187|The air that swelled around him there 8187|With music more rich and far 8187|Than sinless air could bear; 8187|And when the holy air of light, 8187|That filled all things with their prime, 8187|Now burst in bursts of pure love 8187|Till all heaven blazed o'er him;-- 8187|As if the Spirit in whom all these 8187|Have their own prime, breathed through them 8187|Pure words that stirred as if from heaven, 8187|And gave the spirit's flame 8187|Light wings to soar above the world,-- 8187|In whom so much is a child 8187|To the Spirit in whom all these 8187|Should grow and work out their destinies." 8187|"'Twas as if from some far sky 8187|The angels heard from on high 8187|That whisper in these human hearts; 8187|For, with such words the Heavens 8187|Of His who gave life breathed round 8187|And round about her, and she felt 8187|The influence of every star 8187|That loves the light of pure love, 8187|And felt the warmth of each she felt 8187|Like mother, who herself is 8187|A child, when 'twas but a hand; 8187|Or in the bosom of the stream, 8187|When Nature, in one wild rose, 8187|In her dim leafy throne sat down 8187|And kissed the bright stream's depths and bays. 8187|"Then from her bosom as from wings 8187|In darkness soars, the joy of hearts-- 8187|On joy of song, its light unbroken, 8187|With pure rapture hangs, as hangs a soul. 8187|That music, warm, soft, tender, sad, 8187|Makes a heaven on earth where music shuts." 8187|"Then--how the music swells and sinks! 8187|'Tis heaven's own music--which can fail 8187|So well with Earth's most tones divine!" 8187|I'll sing you a lay, my dear, 8187|The theme of which will be 8187|A lay, my dear, 8187|As bright and sweet as thine, 8187|And yet as innocent of fault, 8187|And yet as innocent of sin. 8187|It grew upon me like night-- 8187|Thy face, sweet! be my light 8187|That while its course it ends, 8187|In heaven's bright light it shines, 8187|And makes the stars rejoice, 8187|And makes the birds all day 8187|To sing of thee, night's light. 8187|That light is not to be sought. 8187|Thy smile, bright, pure, and bright! 8187|'Tis Heaven's light that shines. 8187|A simple lay, then, so I wend it, 8187|A simple, yet a tender lay, 8187|As softly laid as the cheek 8187|Of young Love himself, to whom Love's star 8187|Had, like his own, been given up. 8187|Such a very light it is 8187|As might beam from thy bright eyes, 8187|Like dew, on the morning's breath, 8187|Or night itself, like light. 8187|That light is not to be sought. 8187|Thy smile, sweet! be my light 8187|That while its course it ends 8187|In heaven's bright light it shines, 8187|And makes the stars rejoice, 8187|And makes the birds all day 8187|To sing of thee, night's light. 8187|That light is not to be found. 8187|'Tis Heaven's light that shines. 8187|That light is not to be found. 8187|"There are no Gods," the worshipper said, 8187|"No gods, in my creed, adore me; 8187|"When I breathe, a wind through them is blowing, 8187|"And I breathe on their faces, too." 8187|"Nay, there are no Gods!" the Prince replied, 8187|"No gods, like thee, in my creed, ======================================== SAMPLE 16710 ======================================== 20|For which he had for ever before 20|Been buy'd with purchase of a goat. 20|But he who gave, as I believe, 20|His store to purchase thus a goat, 20|Is blam'd, I do believe, and is cried, 20|In Satan's store a sinner found, 20|That to his torment thus his flock 20|He might submit, and them at once 20|Forbaddon, not in the least degree. 20|I conclude. Christ, who was Beelzebub, 20|Is now confirmed to be that same, 20|From whence all demons come, who rule the world. 20|The world was made, first made by God; 20|God being permissive, man submitting, 20|Made this his fitting team and labours' seat, 20|His workmanship the material being, 20|As he created man, from out his seed; 20|And this, though large of root, was nothing more, 20|Save as it were the moulding of a soul. 20|Thus was the chief seed of His creatures, man, 20|The head, the crown, the glory of the globe. 20|But, till the work be doen, why, 'tis nought; 20|The work is done for them that labour still; 20|Their labour was not for the world to see, 20|Though 'twere exprest in utmost space and length, 20|That sundry parts might play in mediations, 20|And worlds be sought in that strange equitation. 20|But, that no longer longer tarrying, 20|As mote be best, I say, I come at last 20|Hereafter sundered; and, man and wife, 20|I come to succor thee, my father's seed; 20|Thy father, on the earth not much the more, 20|But with an honour that shall last him long, 20|For man to be obeyed, and wife to serve, 20|God's house and kingdom, doth more honour render 20|Than all the world he made, or all the world 20|Made for his death, or all the world shall make. 20|So all who wish to see this mighty dream, 20|This life of Paradise all earthly shaped, 20|Shall come at last, although it be in night, 20|Though in the utmost utmost darkness of Hell. 20|A few, I say, among the dead, but these 20|Are few; and I must needs embark again 20|Into the darker, darker circuit of 20|Hell, and anchor safe: yet not so safe, 20|Though much more safe than that which I found then, 20|That I might see and heed what men call good. 20|For if the spirits' life, as old and learned, 20|Is such, they feel not pleasure, but the pain 20|Of something grievous; not that pain alone, 20|But all the other, which of pleasures seems 20|Averse, most unattractive to them; 20|So that in latterly they pass beyond 20|All hope of pardon for their former offences. 20|But this is evil, which they neither see, 20|Nor will be ware, and therefore cannot sin: 20|God punishes the sin that is in them: 20|All pains, except the penal-cears prick 20|And these too are of a piece, when finished. 20|Therefore, as they feel no more the power 20|Of pleasure, though there be a part remaining 20|Fine, to sever then as pieces of a pie 20|Without the board, so these no taste thereof, 20|But all the matter of their pain consists 20|In pain, which made them feel; and therefore must 20|Sin with his being bring back to no end. 20|Therefore, if with salt the salt be rubbed 20|Before thee, as thy forefathers were, 20|So let the salt in safety join thee now. 20|But for the present let us silent be, 20|Lest we too travaile in this sad state 20|For ever, mongst the spirits that remain 20|To be the love-sides of our purgatory. 20|"O sister mine, O clearest sweet spirit blest 20|With all perils over, with all glories crowned 20|With triumph over, why hast thou left me so 20|To be endured through everlasting perils? 20|H ======================================== SAMPLE 16720 ======================================== 2558|On this we'll rest us awhile, 2558|And soon as summer's near, 2558|We'll all be married at home, 2558|And all the world like us. 2558|The garden is all blossoming-- 2558|The flower is blooming--the tree is gay 2558|Beside the stream, on every bush. 2558|No care in dress, nor weariness, is there: 2558|If all were as it was before, 2558|The world should be as gay as June, 2558|The hills as green as April showers, 2558|And all nature as sane and free. 2558|The birds are carolling in the dusk, 2558|The clock is chiming, and the songsters cawing all around. 2558|The housewife bathes, the lad's at play, 2558|A man like us, a boy like me, 2558|Are gayly gadding by the blaze, 2558|Without any care to-day 2558|For housemaid or aught beside: 2558|I could not find my garden path, 2558|I wandered round, but in a ponied, idle mood. 2558|The housemaid's sooty, and his hair 2558|Is like the hair of an owl; 2558|The boy--his father's dead--the boy, 2558|A little lad, but very bright, 2558|And every time he smiled he made me laugh. 2558|To-day I did not dare to call 2558|That little lad my own, 2558|But he was homely, and his face, 2558|As you will see by looking here, 2558|Was very like poor Ned. 2558|His homely face, his poor attire, 2558|His broken housewifery, 2558|Were very like the attire 2558|Of beggar-mail, that once was velvet and fine. 2558|But that, I think, is the charm. 2558|How he looked at me, I cannot say; 2558|But he certainly spoke to me 2558|Of something that was good--and this was all. 2558|I am not certain. 2558|In a word, I will not say 2558|That he was not kind and good, 2558|But he was poor--I never saw 2558|A fellow so just and so right, 2558|And that may be what, perhaps, is true. 2558|In all I know of love he was 2558|The darling-delicate flower 2558|To which a mother's deepest regret 2558|With all a Mother, all would cling; 2558|And then his mother, too, was sweet-- 2558|As gentle, pure, and brave; 2558|And the thought makes me laugh with delight 2558|To remember how my own dear ones took to him. 2558|When the bright stars were twinkling below, 2558|All radiantly bright, 2558|My childhood's visions came to me-- 2558|A wondrous vision dim-- 2558|I looked and gazed--to see them fade, 2558|And, in a flash, behold 2558|The angelic shapes and wonderful, 2558|While all was dark and low 2558|That ever had formed my fairyland, 2558|From which the angels sing for me-- 2558|So long, so long ago! 2558|It is not the years that are so old, 2558|Or the dark times,-- 2558|'Tis the wild-flowers' fragrant perfume, 2558|And their pure, clear gleams! 2558|'Tis the pure joy of a new-born day, 2558|And the morning's first ray, 2558|In the calm, quiet, summer sky 2558|That tells that morn is no more! 2558|The years are past, and our last are flying, 2558|The stars are setting, the world is growing 2558|To the mind more fair than of yore-- 2558|But this was not the day for you-- 2558|Who would be born on such a day? 2558|If you would see the blossoms and bloom 2558|In the pure air, 2558|How should the world be such a dreary thing 2558|Without you here? ======================================== SAMPLE 16730 ======================================== 25681|In a small cottage that looks out on the brook, 25681|And makes it a garden fair, where you may see 25681|The rose-bush blooming in May, and the cherry red 25681|On one side and pale green the other, with moss 25681|And moss only growing on, and, by the side 25681|Of a little pond with a little rock that looks out, 25681|Whose ripple, as I gazed, rung like a funeral chime, 25681|And from my heart, like the breath of Spring, the rose 25681|Came to me weeping! 25681|I see you kneeling 25681|And purifying, 25681|With reverence for the Mother, 25681|Whose hands have been gathered 25681|And purified, 25681|In the sacred place 25681|With the Mother whom you adore! 25681|But I rejoice to gaze upon your face, 25681|For we are friends, and I like you, and you like me. 25681|We walk together in the morn, and we sing 25681|In the noon, and we're brothers in the night; 25681|But you'll be more to me, I am sure, than I 25681|Who am now to you, oh dear and dear; 25681|For you, and you alone, in the midst of all 25681|The love that is in my heart, I cherish. 25681|Oh! to see thy lips like roses 25681|Upon this tender snow, 25681|Upon thy brow, and upon thy breast, 25681|And upon thy sunny hair. 25681|On this tender snow, 25681|That hath been thy bosom's throne, 25681|In thy white arms folded, there 25681|Thy brow's pure circlet lies. 25681|'Tis the moon, who to her couch draws nigh, 25681|And over thy fond arms doth glance, 25681|Her dew-drop tear to thee doth shew, 25681|And on thy forehead sleeps her snow. 25681|I wonder if, by night or day, 25681|That thou canst ever miss me? 25681|Or if--as I sometimes fear--I shall 25681|Be lost in dreams of other days? 25681|If thou will not be mine; 25681|If I can trust thy gentle side, 25681|As thou dost trust thyself? 25681|Could I but kiss my dearest dear, 25681|I know that she would still be mine. 25681|If I might only kiss and vow 25681|To love thee to the utmost, 25681|And make thy loving heart my own, 25681|Then could I never love in vain. 25681|Oh! how could I forget the day, 25681|If I might sleep one hour? 25681|When we were wont to play together, 25681|And sing our daily works together? 25681|And now our lives are far too long, 25681|And, if you asked me most to rue, 25681|I should be happy to repine. 25681|In youth and beauty we were joined, 25681|We now should part no more, I hope; 25681|But what, though heart has been deceived, 25681|Can love itself repine? 25681|And yet if all of the days we've spent 25681|Should just a little numbered be, 25681|Could we repine that we could not show 25681|A little love again? 25681|The sun in his great glory rose, 25681|But, ah! my heart soon said good-night; 25681|And though the sun had risen clear, 25681|For me it soon was time for to go. 25681|No song was sung, in the peaceful sky, 25681|No story was told of the happy hours, 25681|And the moon looked down with a sad sad look, 25681|While the sun with his glory was gone. 25681|But the evening star is shining still, 25681|As calm as the snow, in the dreary moor, 25681|And with trembling heart I would go 25681|To my rest, behind yon lonely stone; 25681|And when my dear loves, will dwell so near, 25681|I would pray them to love as I love. 25681|The autumn rain has fallen in torrent ======================================== SAMPLE 16740 ======================================== 16452|To meet the warrior Chrysa, that he might 16452|Be born, and take a name. Thus he had brought, 16452|But that his mother, who could read, himself 16452|Was the foster-mother of his younger-born, 16452|Jove's elder-born. Meantime the sire himself 16452|Came to his son, and he his father spake 16452|And said, that he and all the Grecian host, 16452|And all who dwell beside, should seek the fleet 16452|Of Greece, and all the Grecian maidens, who 16452|In all the town of Priam, and among 16452|The many shrines had gathered in their view 16452|A glorious pageant. So the ancient King 16452|The venerable son of noble Nestor, 16452|And him who held the city, thus bespake. 16452|Oh son of Nestor! valiant is thy race, 16452|Thine equal and thy rival in degree 16452|Of bravery, from all who have been sprung 16452|Of a long lineage sprung of Gods above. 16452|He ceased. Then Hector, speaking gently on 16452|His father's praise, the sage Sire of man 16452|Replied. Oh noble prince! my noble self 16452|Would not my praise abate of ancient times, 16452|Nor deem it now but that thy race, though free, 16452|In beauty and in valor may not boast 16452|Thy sire as well as thy descendant born. 16452|But let the Gods who give, or let them give 16452|Uncertainty of birth to mortals, choose 16452|What best the times demand, for, thou alone, 16452|A son of Nestor, and a son of Greece, 16452|O thou whom all the Achaians seek, I burn; 16452|Ye Greeks are equal in what thou vauntest, 16452|But equal in thy birthright when thy sire, 16452|The mighty King of Troy, shall die, I deem, 16452|To-day or e'er to fall beneath Laomedon. 16452|Whom answer, glorious Chief! thy son, to whom 16452|Thyself of all thy sons thou mayest own 16452|The first; he too, if so be thy will, 16452|The noble Hector shall release, both 16452|For deed and voice, and both shall prove, I ween, 16452|Immortal of the gods above. Such word 16452|Stern Hector did not fail to obey. 16452|Then, as he held him by the wrist, he spake. 16452|And now I hope will not the Gods in me 16452|Displease much, that by all means I may 16452|Get now my noble son himself, though young, 16452|Lodged in this spacious hall. Be thou informed 16452|In due time, thou shalt to Nestor's gates escape. 16452|She spake, and Hector, son of Priam, left 16452|His father's house; Achilles, then, the gates 16452|Bore open, and an herald sends in charge 16452|The herald in his charge the messenger 16452|Of glorious Achilles. On the doors the Gods 16452|Sent forth a herald, who in accents wing'd 16452|With hope and cheer the Greeks shall soon return 16452|Secure; he goes himself, and, with the sound 16452|Of heralds, to the gates bids gallant Troy 16452|Be joyful. He arrived, and, as he passed, 16452|Appeared before the gates, where waited the chiefs. 16452|Then Nestor's noble son, Ulysses, bade 16452|The heralds summon forth the heralds bold, 16452|His comrades, and the herald, Hector's own 16452|Prop. To the two-formed hero of the host 16452|Thus Nestor's noble son. All-wise Sir! 16452|Ah, what we dread may yet be appeased. 16452|Yet would we, without regard of cause, 16452|And in the sight of Priam, Hector's son, 16452|And in Achilles' sight, the son of Jove! 16452|For neither he, who soars above us lofty 16452|Exceeding far, nor in his lofty race 16452|Is equal ======================================== SAMPLE 16750 ======================================== 5186|Hastens through the fields of air; 5186|Breathes again the magic word, 5186|Brings back the head of Mana; 5186|Sets all the magic vessels, 5186|Gives each one to his mother, 5186|Each a fair young maiden, 5186|And their vows fulfilled together. 5186|"All the evening sunbeams gazed 5186|On the long and narrow river, 5186|On the black and fatal river; 5186|Every beam was turned toward heaven, 5186|Every breeze was weighted, 5186|Every spirit swam in calmness, 5186|Made the waves to wheel together, 5186|Made them wheel obedient witnesses 5186|On the red, black, fatal waters. 5186|"Mana, blessed river! 5186|Mana, braced stream and eddy, 5186|Thou that gently passest herewith, 5186|Thou that snugly nursest inlindens, 5186|Thou that draw'st the mosses gently, 5186|Come, thou river with thy foaming, 5186|In peace let us make our apology; 5186|Canst thou be the stream's father, 5186|And the river of our childhood, 5186|Canst thou the ancient pikeman, 5186|That thy side has loved with ingots, 5186|That thy side has ladied, 5186|For our drunken pastime, Little-Owl-Groans, 5186|In the days of Little-Watts? 5186|Tell us why these things have happened, 5186|Tell us why this race of fisher-men 5186|Come to gaze upon our women!" 5186|Farther rode the maiden Gansuin 5186|To the river of the Northland, 5186|To the streams of Wainola, 5186|To the sacred streams and whirlpool. 5186|O'er the sacred stream and whirlpool 5186|Rode the maiden Gansuin, 5186|O'er the waters to the Northland, 5186|To the sacred wombs of Pohya. 5186|There the youthful Wainamoinen 5186|Found the mighty iron-nation, 5186|Found the iron-king, the Ilithu, 5186|In his cavern of steel imprisoned, 5186|In the folds of sleeping bluish-iron, 5186|Hunted, harried, day and night, 5186|By the iron-men, iron-giants, 5186|By the sons of Wain was troubled, 5186|Heard the cry of his young bridegroom, 5186|In the iron-loves invaded, 5186|Hunted, harried, day and night; 5186|Saw the warriors of the Northland, 5186|They were coming into view, 5186|Saw the maidens of the Lapland 5186|O'er Wainola's blue lakes wandering, 5186|With their backs to north-winds bending, 5186|All enfolding in their arms. 5186|Osmotar, the magician, 5186|Carefully examined them, 5186|Short examined wax-melts and molds, 5186|Hastened to anoint the wrists of mortals; 5186|On the back and sides of heroes; 5186|Short examined underware-melts and molds, 5186|Identified the ends from behind; 5186|Then he ran and gave a shock, 5186|On the ends a tracer placed him, 5186|On the ends he filled with iron, 5186|Took the ends and placed them on his nagin, 5186|Drew them from the iron-platers, 5186|And his utt'rance full and smoothly-worked; 5186|Made a bridge of magic iron; 5186|Quickly over stony-cracks and sockets, 5186|Over thousands of hinges, 5186|Over sooty rollers, railers, 5186|Over iron rings and hinges, 5186|Over iron hinges and pegs, 5186|Over hinges long and narrow, 5186|Over iron rings and pegs. 5186|Joyful came Wainamoinen, 5186|When the Iron River he viewed, 5186|When the streams had been thoroughly tested, ======================================== SAMPLE 16760 ======================================== 38566|O, how sweet to sit in the shade, 38566|When the night-gips float 38566|Through the fragrant woodbine! 38566|Thou, the God, who rulest all, 38566|O'er all earth and sea and air, 38566|Thou, far-sent Omnipotence, 38566|O'er all the universe, 38566|Bid them, O my soul, retain 38566|The sole possession they claim! 38566|By what name, and under what sign, 38566|Shall our hearts be taught to burn 38566|To thy glory, when we rise 38566|The victors of the world? 38566|For what other name shall they 38566|Be taught by thee, on what behalf 38566|Shall their longing be addressed? 38566|O Love, that dwellest where we move, 38566|Thou that knowest all, and loveth all, 38566|Thou who knowest to exalt 38566|Our love, and set us by thy joy, 38566|Be thou with us! 38566|Breathe in our souls thy parting sigh; 38566|In sunshine make us blossom-browed; 38566|With thy sweet breath voluptuous fill 38566|Our breasts with rest, and teach us how 38566|To dream, and to repress the soul's dream. 38566|Come, come away! 38566|The night is dark, and dark the day; 38566|O would that I might leave the place, 38566|The waggoner round the turnpike-post, 38566|The mower, and the man in the ditch! 38566|O, no!--it cannot be, that is so: 38566|I am not like the mowing of corn. 38566|O what can be more like than that? 38566|I am a mower, and my labor is mowing. 38566|I am the man in the ditch, and I mow. 38566|That is the truth, and I must speak it: 38566|I am a mower, and I mow. 38566|The night is dark, and dark the day; 38566|O, could I leave this city of mud, 38566|That city of slime and a rotten smell, 38566|From whence did I come, and where go I? 38566|My father's house was hard by yonder gate: 38566|The mowing of corn was my only care, 38566|By dreary nights in drowsy dread I lay, 38566|And when the mowing of corn came on, my slumber 38566|Broke instantly, and I woke up straightway. 38566|I do not know if the stifling house was yonder 38566|Crowded with goods; for some were lying down, 38566|And some were even upright and smiling, 38566|And some were rolling in the sack, and some were dead, 38566|And some were even laughing at their pain. 38566|I know not, my heart, whether those goods, 38566|That I was mowing in the mud between the posts, 38566|Were like apples, or like juicy peaches, 38566|Or like ripe grape-juice and black salt, 38566|Or whether they were like apples or gold, 38566|Or gold and silver of the middle size. 38566|'Tis true that when they rasped the window-panes, 38566|And soiled the floor, and stained our linen, 38566|We did not give a damn, or care a whit, 38566|For all the piteous world, I repeat it; 38566|I was, and am, content myself; and you 38566|Are mower too, where'er the mowing may be. 38566|And now, by that great man of whom I speak, 38566|The wise and worthy Pericles, 38566|Who was the great advocate and seal 38566|Of all the Punic isle called Hell, 38566|Whereof there was no name on earth but lies, 38566|His name was Aeolus, he had a boat, 38566|And was captain of it, sailing the sea, 38566|And wandering all the Cyclades, and so 38566|He won that famous battle of Pelion; 38566|And ======================================== SAMPLE 16770 ======================================== 14993|From his mouth and from his eyes 14993|The red blood flowed from heart to heart ... 14993|It was like the dawn of the day 14993|When the morning soul 14993|Comes to the light of God, 14993|When the spirit, from the flesh, 14993|Fades to the eternal night; 14993|Then from its cells it wakes ... 14993|From its heart a rill of blood, 14993|And rushes on its way, 14993|Binding the spirit to the body's bed. 14993|Oh, it is like the waking light-- 14993|When first the spirit seems 14993|To the flesh-frame;-- 14993|Like the soul that, when first born, 14993|Is so beautiful, 14993|Taught by thee, it grows 14993|Tender and sweeter now-- 14993|Its eyes, so full of love ( 14993|But like the eyes of a maiden) 14993|Now so full of tears; 14993|Like the young heart that once smiled 14993|To its sire's embrace; 14993|Like the body that was true 14993|To the soul of thine. 14993|We are the living image of Life's eternal essence, 14993|A part of the Being which is Love-in-Itself;-- 14993|And if we go not with our steps the way of life, 14993|Shall our souls be dust where Soul has grown too cold. 14993|What matter if now and then a shadow seems, 14993|A shade, a doubt, or a terror of the past; 14993|For in the mystic and the living lies 14993|The Self which all must conquer, or all die. 14993|The sun of noon is warm, and in whose flame 14993|The sunbeams, smit'ling, so bright shine so, 14993|The shadows from its rays are many, many; 14993|But when with softer brilliance they begin, 14993|I feel my heart's dimple grow full and full. 14993|And, in my soul's recesses, as I scan 14993|Life's wondrous forms, my dimple-like grows 14993|And more and more a part of the Being that makes them;-- 14993|Then I, with soul-felt strength, feel with zest 14993|The shining harmony in every prayer 14993|Drawn from its own dear fires, and, all the more, 14993|The harmony mine, till that fine sense 14993|Of mind and heart, so vital in each mood, 14993|Is fused in one--all perfect in its sphere. 14993|But when that faintest glimmer fails within, 14993|And, all a-quiver, sinks in the shadowy grave, 14993|How shall a mortal hope to win a smile, 14993|Or still a shadow from a shadowy sleep? 14993|To-day, we meet beneath the star-lit bowers:-- 14993|'T is time, at such a moment, to declare 14993|The solemn mysteries which thy soul holds most dear. 14993|When, at the full, thy spirit's fullness shines 14993|In vision, divine, beyond the vision of 14993|All earthly lore, and all its arts can maim it; 14993|When, with its own undimm'd glory, it 14993|Grows to an image, bright, of the Most High; 14993|Then, when the mystic silence holds the spell, 14993|On thy pure soul the silence and the shrine 14993|Shall smile forever, while the secrets keep 14993|Which thou canst feel and hearken alone. 14993|He was a boy when, in the days of peace, 14993|The angel of the light raised his bright eyes 14993|Among the blooming youth of Paradise. 14993|He loved that youth, so steadfast, so young, 14993|So high composed, so gentle, and so bright, 14993|That, when the angel took his radiant throne, 14993|To him his work seemed sweeter far than fame, 14993|And, when he raised the lighted lamp to show it, 14993|'Twas as if a thousand suns in heaven 14993|Had met and quenched their radiance in the sea. 14993|Thou lovest youth, youth, youth! 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 16780 ======================================== 615|A noble knight of that order is the knight, 615|Who, when he saw the man, as he the man, 615|His anger turned to joy. From off his lance 615|The man falls down, and from his head the blade. 615|Of such and such the warrior's visage is, 615|And his eyes are lost in clouded clouds of woe, 615|While thus his wondrous deed he dares display. 615|Almighty Fortune, that his will had wrought 615|So well, his head had by her power undone. 615|His arm he had not moved, his legs were gone, 615|Which were so strong, had never with his feet 615|Been lifted to the air; for he the man 615|Dismounted from the saddle, and put forth 615|His hands to clasp the courser, and his face 615|Was as a mirror to the view. So fair 615|Had been the visage and the visage air, 615|Had there no wondrous way been found to strip 615|Those arms as of a damsel bare. The youth 615|Was of a bold and prudent soul: and oft 615|Beside his mouth he put a feather's weight 615|Of feather, and upon the horse, and there 615|With outstretched wrists, unbent above the rein, 615|He fixed the bridle, and, in the courser, 615|The bridle rein with end and finger-post, 615|And, in his anger, seized in hold the rein. 615|And him the damsel with a smile affords, 615|And shows her joy with that; and on the maid 615|As lady, in a manner just and fair, 615|Has seated him, and makes her welcome meet, 615|So, with both hands, within him hung the rein, 615|Which he before his body, from the rein, 615|Beneath him fixed, and from the horse suspended, 615|A weight, the harness round about his legs; 615|And from the rein the horse's feet he bore. 615|As with the man, to be his master, went 615|Within the forest or the watery plain, 615|To find a prey, which for his prey was sought, 615|Or caught in ambush by the hostile train, 615|So in the forest is Orlando led, 615|And makes his way to wood, that all his words 615|May the true path and plan alike demonstrate, 615|For so the mortal, though of life the meed, 615|Would be his servant, and to him devoted. 615|"If thou believeest that thou wilt escape, 615|And find protection from the foeman's spear, 615|Now I with other course, the other day, 615|Which to avoid the Sarzan and the Moor, 615|A Sarzan and a Moor advised my flight, 615|Have sought you out: and for to know you well, 615|I henceforth in the forest will relate 615|My history; and of such good company 615|I made your visit when I came to take 615|The woman from the warrior's tower." This was borne, 615|As in their flight to them, by that pair alone, 615|And not by others of that company. 615|But he with whom that other had a place 615|Upon whom might be laid the burden of pain 615|In that he to one that languishment might lend 615|One who in his plight his lot had sore, 615|For he of life was weary, came to meet 615|The warrior of the Nubian tribe, who, lost 615|And left alone, was by the Sarzan prayed. 615|The Nubian's son was a youthful man and fair, 615|Who, having left the hospitable dame, 615|Had taken a good horse, and left that dame 615|In charge of his companions; so that, to-day, 615|A good squire he had in charge; the courser, seen, 615|Had not a better guide in camp, in fight. 615|The Sarzan, with a view to win that knight 615|And take his son's good horse, had sent a guide 615|Through all the city, with his squadrons twain, 615|(With him no more, with her, the maid, who bore 615|The message from the forest) and had stied 615|Through many miles, had not a single sight, ======================================== SAMPLE 16790 ======================================== 1919|The sun came up and shone upon a white and red-caped goose. 1919|A tall grass pony came with the rest of his brethren, 1919|And followed the sun's bright track into the garden. 1919|He trotted beside his little brother's cage-door, 1919|And looked upon the world all around him. 1919|He saw an oaken beam, and "What's that?" said he; "that's 1919|the door of a farmhouse." 1919|When the door was open 1919|With sunlight like a waterfall, 1919|Two tiny rabbits walked out--they were the children of 1919|The pig of a henhouse heard the wind whistle, 1919|And he opened his eyes, for the shadows were very dense. 1919|And he sat up at the table, and he saw in the sunshine 1919|A white pig with red legs. 1919|He saw the red of the mother's pig's ears, and his cheeks 1919|were as red as his own tongue was, 1919|The pig of a henhouse felt himself alone, 1919|And the air was dark, and he was still. 1919|And he cried, "This is a sad news to get from a friend, 1919|Who has never left his house, or gone away." 1919|He was in the old house in the Green Belt, 1919|A new-built house from the north, 1919|Yet when he looked at the pigs in the pasture on the Green Belt, 1919|He felt lonely and sad. 1919|Then he wondered if he should go away and look for the 1919|old man in the starlight, 1919|For he could hear his old voice calling his name in a bush 1919|On the slopes of the south. 1919|So he said, "I will climb the hills and I will look for the 1919|old man in his home; 1919|To-night, he will come to us." 1919|It is cold when the sun shines. 1919|When the ice and the snow is most complete, then 1919|the wind is cold-- 1919|But the wind and the cold are nothing to us. 1919|O, we are strong, we are bold! 1919|We are rich in the bounty of spring. 1919|We make our homes in the hills and we follow the 1919|track of the wind. 1919|We have worked hard for a hundred years 1919|Yet in these long, weary winters 1919|The rich harvest of health and wealth has we never 1919|won. 1919|And now at this very hour 1919|Let us say, "Here are the 1919|glorious, the rich harvest of health and wealth 1919|that awaits us!" 1919|There was a girl who went to college 1919|With an extra dollar a day; 1919|There were three friends who married apiece 1919|Then the poor girl went through an angry pass, 1919|And when she came to Paine Field 1919|She was all the trouble again. 1919|A rich man and a good woman, 1919|And a rich man and a good ox; 1919|She married the husband, and he was rich, 1919|And she was good, and he was great. 1919|The rich man and the rich ox 1919|Were all the trouble again! 1919|A rich man and a little girl, 1919|And a rich man and an arrowhead. 1919|A rich man and a little boy, 1919|And a rich man and an arrowhead, 1919|So the good woman, as was her duty, 1919|Went out and brought a little boy, 1919|With a good head and a little heart. 1919|Her friend, the friend without a duty, 1919|Was a rich man in the world to-day, 1919|For he owned the banks and she the fields, 1919|And they sent little boys with the little man. 1919|And the rich child was happy at home, 1919|And the little boy took care of him; 1919|She made him rich and she made him proud, 1919|And said that when a man is proud, 1919|No good deed his heart can rival-- 1919|But the brave little boy for ever shall be silent. 1919 ======================================== SAMPLE 16800 ======================================== 18396|And the dews o' the summer day 18396|Are a saft intoxicating blast, 18396|And the rivulet's song is the tune 18396|I listen to as I walk the glen, 18396|Altho' the song be not a song. 18396|Though there be none of matchless worth, 18396|Or a King is half so great, 18396|That could walk at his fair land's end 18396|And the world's greatest man to see. 18396|While the rivulet's song is not sung, 18396|The sun's out o' sight, 18396|And the dawn will never shine so bright 18396|For a mile and a half and a half. 18396|Now the civet is drain'd; my dearest dear, 18396|Now the daws have made their welcome suary, 18396|Now hearts have pride, and eyes have joy, 18396|And the sky, like a little baby smiling, 18396|Arose in the morning last morrow; 18396|The winds are at rest, and the sun 18396|Has left his trail in the azure sea, 18396|As I, who walk'd side by side with dear Mary, 18396|To watch for the glorious morrow. 18396|Then walk me where thy footsteps have been, 18396|That I may never be lonely, 18396|And breathe in each sigh a requiem 18396|For one to whom I've ever proved 18396|I am she who walks in faith and hope 18396|Unto the path appointed before, 18396|Unto the path of life unblessed, 18396|Unto the holy one, the holy. 18396|And when, and how oft! 18396|Shall we now know? and where? 18396|Yet I know that thou hast been 18396|A kind friend to me, 18396|Though I, without thee, ne'er would know. 18396|Then come, sweet Love, I crave, 18396|Come, oh! come; 18396|Come, oh! come; 18396|Oh, how like thy love I feel to-night! 18396|And when our day-dreams both are told, 18396|And that sweet night is closing fast, 18396|The last, sad, lingering gleam of the sun 18396|Will be of our old, loving greetings parted. 18396|But, ah! when I'm dead, 18396|That joy shall last, 18396|And tears shall meet those dear bright eyes on mine, 18396|As though the soul of me had fled. 18396|Then, come, sweet Love--oh! never say Never! 18396|For, oh! dear Mary, I can see, 18396|Through darkness, through the night, 18396|Thy gentle hand in mine shall hover, 18396|And whisper in my ear 18396|Till my pulses beat with wild unrest, 18396|"We part, we part, we meet no more." 18396|O Mary, 'tis so, 18396|That thy dear hand shall wander, 18396|O'er the earth's dark places, 18396|Though the sea of it never shall end. 18396|And tho' thy heart is woe-begone, 18396|I know 'tis light and glad, 18396|That thy warm cheek is as fair now, 18396|As the cheek that is wet with dewdrops yet. 18396|And tho' thou art far, far away, 18396|Yet sweet is my Mary, 18396|To me, like the dew-fall of the dawn, 18396|Thou wilt come, and be welcome, dearest, still. 18396|The night is a-chime, the day is gone, 18396|But our love is not--oh, neither is we! 18396|And we'll think of each other till the wee, wee 18396|But for _us_ it can't be ever _ever_! 18396|Oh, then, what is the use of a vow? 18396|But what is the use of a vow? 18396|And as love has been the slave of a mistress 18396|For many a weary day and night, 18396|We will draw the veil from off our mysteries, 18396|And then laugh at each other and ======================================== SAMPLE 16810 ======================================== 1034|My brother, my friend, my darling, 1034|Are dead. 1034|When I was a child in my childhood I heard 1034|A music so clear and sweet, it fills the world 1034|At this moment with a strong emotion, 1034|It makes as if it sang as it were drunk 1034|The whole world's heart. 1034|It makes as if the sun and the moon and the sea 1034|Sang in the air, as they sing to the wind in April 1034|They sing unto the sea. It is all of one. 1034|It is all of one: I know not whether it is 1034|The music and the song and the ocean and the sky, 1034|I know that I feel it. It is the same in the heart 1034|That makes my sorrow. 1034|It is the same in the soul that makes me my songs sing: 1034|You might think in the soul that's born a thousandfold, 1034|How great the joys that it would live on. It is true 1034|In a thousand places, and always the same. 1034|I have loved music; but I cannot sing any more. 1034|I feel a sadness through my whole being, and I say, 1034|Look how the sun shines, how fair is the springtide, 1034|How fair the birds are singing in the woods. 1034|I shall never again in my life grow old. 1034|Never since I was little sat a child 1034|In the sun and the air, and we heard birds a-singing. 1034|Never, no, until the last, I suppose, 1034|Of the nine, was there sung any song that was not good. 1034|Never since I was little was there such an olden time 1034|As this day, and no song that was not old and sweet. 1034|Here was a wood, they say, and a hill, and two steeres 1034|Of sound in it, and all music could they find. 1034|And this was all they found. 1034|They never found a song the earth would not let in. 1034|And now they say I am grown up, and wise, and good, 1034|And I will sing a song for the first time since my childhood days. 1034|A song for the first time since my childhood days, 1034|Now you must learn you cannot leave it, only go and look, 1034|I wonder what will the stranger say, and what the strangers say 1034|When they see the tree all cut down. 1034|And all will say in the sun 1034|"I wonder what the stranger says 1034|When he sees the tree cut down." 1034|Well, then, you may say, 1034|I shall sing to you now, 1034|But, say I? What a fool am I? 1034|He'll laugh and shout, and say my songs are bad, 1034|And say that I am a craven, and still will stay; 1034|He'll laugh and shout, and say my songs are bad, 1034|And that it's long ago, and winter is here again. 1034|Come out, come out; you who made a merry noise, 1034|Come out at noon; 1034|I am glad to see you again; 1034|Come out, come out, you that made such a noise, 1034|Come out at noon. 1034|I wonder if they will let you keep clear all day, 1034|To sing at noon. 1034|Oh, you who knew the day when I was young, 1034|When all day long, 1034|With every song and every song, 1034|I sang to you till you could hardly tell 1034|Whether the tree was glad to keep all day 1034|That I sang to you, or not; 1034|Oh, you who knew the day when I was young, 1034|When I was glad. 1034|Yes, I shall say to you now that's all good-bye; 1034|I wonder if they will let you keep clear all day, 1034|To sing at noon. 1034|I wonder, since you sang so, if they will let you keep clear all day? 1034|Come out, Come out; sit down by the fire-side; 1034 ======================================== SAMPLE 16820 ======================================== 1004|The third time came the bird, as if its 1004|Horns together with the tail were holding 1004|Before it at a word, which said: "If thou 1004|Abhorrent be to me, than far more 1004|It would my form enlarge to match thine." 1004|Ah, that with clearer light my sight could be 1004|Such lazy and perverse visionhood! 1004|And that from out the living air itself 1004|Could remove the second error right away, 1004|That there could be nothing swallowed up 1004|Behind the two analogies; e'en as much 1004|As of the colour there beneath described, 1004|And if I err not, might be the sound of both. 1004|When we had ceased, the maiden to the right 1004|Companion of my Leader turned again, 1004|And, "He in the heavenly court," she said, 1004|"Is litigate for ever, if he please, 1004|So that no interruption he supplies." 1004|Then to the leftward came the bird that bears 1004|The filial signal, leaning on its wing, 1004|As one who knows what from ill to ill is coming. 1004|And moving on behind us, it seemed to me 1004|As if the pathway was of living flame; 1004|It did not wait for this its self had gone, 1004|It seemed, with every scrap of road remaining, 1004|It seemed to go with Satan along the right. 1004|And even as a bird that in ignorance 1004|Of the right-way has in walking run it, 1004|O'er verdure fair, or spring, or shady mill, 1004|By accident, or by design artificer, 1004|Whatever it hath in view, or Power its limit, 1004|That bird with limited intelligence 1004|May frame its flight according to its will; 1004|Even so this bird, it may be supposed, limited 1004|Its self by prudence, with regard both 1004|To what it took from its own limit, 1004|And to what it left behind its own; 1004|For it to sin no more had wings than is 1004|The infusion of corruption from the flesh. 1004|There after it had fled me quite away, 1004|It again began imitating badly 1004|The phrases of its former words; and then, 1004|As needing more convincing that the thing 1004|Was not of natural light celestial, 1004|It flew toward me where I stood alone. 1004|Inferno: Canto XXII 1004|I was bewildered as a man, who sees 1004|Strange shapes and noises without knowing why, 1004|And, inasmuch as they concern himself 1004|No better, so perceives the coming ill; 1004|Such was the circumstance which befel me 1004|When it came to such perfection in the shade; 1004|More than on other ne'er was seen by me. 1004|O sweet abodes, in which is measured out 1004|The wealth of all mankind, that breathes or blows, 1004|If but I would my sight direct thereat, 1004|What now seems in the darkness to have place 1004|Greatly is discerned, as by the aid 1004|Of some clear spirit the dark makes manifest. 1004|The things which fly from out our line of sight 1004|Even to the furthest limit of a span 1004|Seem impossible to me, so far as I 1004|Back on the contrary side employ myself 1004|My sight, that they may without loss, on earth 1004|Their course explore, and in their place discern. 1004|There is Latona, fairer far in aspect, 1004|Than Arethusa; and if I well discern 1004|She with her branches down she with her branches spreads. 1004|A thousand years from her same make 1004|Feelness can issue, like that of the cloud 1004|That at its birth its head and throne obtains. 1004|Ad Hominem, Hercules I call, 1004|Who featly balanceth ill and well balance; 1004|There was I of Pisa, there I sang of Maremma. 1004|O born in tolivion of the mortal world, 1004|V ======================================== SAMPLE 16830 ======================================== 1279|With many a heart-felt sigh and tear. 1279|Thy spirit's wing, Mary, is gone, 1279|And can not come for me, 1279|Nor can the beams of thy delight 1279|To hearts in Purgatory: 1279|But, though it be as it was a star, 1279|Yet I shall watch o'er thee, 1279|Pale, helpless figures I shall see 1279|Once more, Mary, from this sphere: 1279|The very echoes o'er the well, 1279|Thy name shall ne'er recall. 1279|Then be not wroth with me, dear lad; 1279|If this is Purgatory, 1279|Thou wilt not come back to thy love, 1279|But watch o'er thee, dearest maid! 1279|"Lack-lustre" does not see these women 1279|Who drink, and love, and play 1279|"Come to my bosom, Death!" 1279|Thus softly, thus devoutly, tenderly, 1279|Methought I heard the spirit of a boy 1279|Whose joy had been 1279|The secret of a mother's parting sigh, 1279|To flow divinely on 1279|To shelter in his bosom from harms 1279|Which elsewhere might come-- 1279|So great, so deep, so soothing, so dread! 1279|And so it was that, like a song sublime, 1279|I heard that voice divine. 1279|"Come to my bosom, Death!" the spirit said. 1279|Then, as I rose to go, 1279|And with the sun arose in glory, I heard 1279|A sound as of the hum 1279|Of bees in blossom on the orchard tree, 1279|Or rooks at Noon; 1279|But what the music-voice revealed, I do not know. 1279|There seem'd in that sweet voice's melody 1279|A longing almost human--as if a lute 1279|Should in some fairy scene 1279|Yawn into life some visionary hero spring: 1279|The soul seem'd swelling to the full, 1279|To light Life's sun upon a new-born world. 1279|"Come to my bosom, Death! and let me die,"-- 1279|And that were all! 1279|I have to say, that, in so loud a note, 1279|A thousand harps did play, 1279|Which, with the sweetest minstrelsy, 1279|Can tell how love, and life, and sorrow past, 1279|And, in the mournful strain, 1279|Their sweet and solemn peace and communion bring. 1279|Come to my bosom, Death, 1279|While that my spirit can; 1279|Come to my bosom, Death, 1279|While that my heart can hear, 1279|Yon' white cloud upsoaring, 1279|And the moon's crescent cast 1279|A trembling light around, 1279|That to my dying soul may seem to say, 1279|"O! Life is sweet, Life is sweet"; 1279|When Death appears, and bids, with grave and reverent 1279|Wreaths of laurel, every holy Maru mark; 1279|And Death will be thy pall, Death, on me place, 1279|Thou dread of souls immortal, 1279|The best Protector of mine, 1279|Come to my bosom, Death, 1279|While that my soul can live-- 1279|Thou wint, with Life's sweet tide, 1279|I yield thee to thy rest! 1279|O! Life is sweet, Life is sweet! 1279|I die, and thou, 1279|The happiest, noblest Knight, 1279|A deathless hero hast thou, 1279|A Maru's head shall guard thee! 1279|When the dead are risen, 1279|And life glows in yon' roses, 1279|And the stars shine out, 1279|And the flowers of Yule shine on ye, 1279|Come to my bosom, Death, 1279|I'll not forget, 1279|The dear, dead I love, 1279|A Maru's head shall guard ye! 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 16840 ======================================== 1365|Towards the great and the unknown, 1365|Hastens the man-footed ox and donkey 1365|On horseback to his farm-house, 1365|Where, as he goes, the horses all 1365|Clamour with the bridle-reins, and the oxen neigh 1365|With their busy chatter, 1365|Saying, "Take thy fill, for, see! this 1365|Is a town with shops, and tents, and domes. 1365|Let us go now to the "Citizen." 1365|He will take us in his chariot, 1365|And when we are in the stable, 1365|The horses will give us food, 1365|And they will tell us their adventures." 1365|When they have all been fed, and 1365|Chambered, they will all begin 1365|To play, and sing their merry rhymes, 1365|Their hearts with sport were in a tick 1365|And joy run riot. 1365|Then he left, and with him went 1365|Those herds and flocks of cattle; 1365|Towards the town he went, yet 1365|Not without a horsemen's fee. 1365|Now it chanced that one, one night, 1365|Down in a meadow, alone, 1365|Brought a horse, and there he sat 1365|Watching the stars in the heaven, 1365|Sawing them make their nightly dance 1365|On the hill-tops, and they laughed 1365|And danced so wild and funereal, 1365|That all the stars of the heaven laughed. 1365|Then, the other stars were mad; 1365|They came down and seized him, 1365|Leaped into his chariot, drove him; 1365|And slew him with thunder-cracks 1365|Upon the hills. 1365|A little boy sits with a mother old 1365|In a dim room by a window, and the stars 1365|Shine glimmeringly from their dimness; and the child, 1365|Weary and weary, hears the voices sweet, 1365|In the silence, in the silence of the night, 1365|Of the little ones that lie by a window in the town. 1365|They come to us from far away; 1365|There is nothing in the world to them so dear 1365|As that little child's sweet voice and eyes. 1365|What though they come from the silent lands, 1365|Where nothing life has left or treasure finds; 1365|They come to bring us home sweet music, and they ask 1365|Of the little children, so so mild and so mild, 1365|For their little gifts of love; 1365|In the silence, in the silence of the night, 1365|Of the little ones that lie by the window in the town. 1365|What though without a name they dwell, 1365|What though we are but birds of a feather; 1365|What though the eyes and the laughter are o'er, 1365|And not the soul in them; 1365|But as still a part they are of me 1365|While I am passing through the midnight world; 1365|And as some little part of me they were, 1365|Though but a bird of a feather, so they were,-- 1365|This is the mystery and the glory of life. 1365|"O! who would be at rest who never more 1365|Must wander abroad, where many weary go 1365|Who never more return; 1365|Whose thoughts have perished all in all the earth, 1365|And who are sleeping in their silent graves; 1365|Yet who hath walked here in the land of light, 1365|And found 1365|Unwithering peace? 1365|"I had a shepherd once with a face like Spring, 1365|Who had the spirit of a summer sunrise, 1365|In all that he did. 1365|Alas! he wandered so, alone and sad, 1365|And still my heart is sad. 1365|"He came to me in the morning with the dawn, 1365|And I could scarcely see him through the tears, 1365|For my heart was sad. 1365|He came at noon with the noon's clouds at strife, 1365|And the day was ======================================== SAMPLE 16850 ======================================== 24280|And with their giddy limbs, he went 24280|The mighty way into the sea. 24280|Now, the long waves beat the rock 24280|And the rocks did beat against the shore 24280|Like iron swords, or the teeth 24280|Of mighty, hungry sea-wolves; 24280|Their hoofs beat in the sky, 24280|The waves beat in the sea-air. 24280|Then, from the sand a sudden storm 24280|Like the wind came on at last, 24280|And the great waves beat against the face 24280|Of the giant wave, that shook 24280|Tossing his arms about 24280|The rock, and groaned and cried-- 24280|"Oh, brave ship, how thou hast done!-- 24280|I am glad thy prow hath met 24280|The water-courses loud, 24280|Tasting of the sea and air-- 24280|Behold my land's reward!" 24280|A great and great treasure went 24280|Into the harbor thence, 24280|From one black ship and filled with treasure 24280|To one small ship and poor: 24280|The great ship went into the harbor, 24280|The little ship went forth. 24280|The great ship landed, the little ship 24280|Went hurrying to the port, 24280|And the sailors felt they saw on the sand 24280|A white dove face to face: 24280|"The sea's a strange place," they say, 24280|While others gaze amazed, 24280|"Where is this land unknown 24280|"We are weary of, and long 24280|For?--Say, is it real good 24280|"Or is it some dream of the mind 24280|Of a foolish young man-- 24280|Who thinks he is a captain 24280|And yet has but a queen," 24280|And one and all went home in the town 24280|And left the boatmen there 24280|And came in to see the little boat. 24280|They took her out beside the brine, 24280|But all too large for the tide: 24280|"That shall not pass!" the sea-nymphs cried 24280|To themselves in the salty air: 24280|"A ship that comes too late 24280|On the journey that we go!" 24280|And they did pass on, but not so far 24280|That they might set her loose again, 24280|Upon the very coast where she last 24280|Sailed out with the salt sea-mew. 24280|Ah, very strange is the story's end: 24280|For now one of old sea-mew 24280|Had a strange ship on her decks full of treasure, 24280|And it was well-nigh lost for lack of keeping: 24280|Though she sailed on a sun-browned sea, 24280|And no wind, but the wind of hell, 24280|Kept aught but the waves and sea-mew songs 24280|To be heard, upon those waters where 24280|The sea-nymphs live and rest and dream, 24280|Asleep, and feel the cool breeze. 24280|But she sailed on a sun-browned sea 24280|To the land of all, and she sent away 24280|Thither a ship--and a long time she waited. 24280|And there on the cliffs of those mountains, 24280|Of that land, a ship did she wait, 24280|And the sea-nymphs saw her glad, and cried--"She sails on! 24280|It is well for thee, O sea-maiden! 24280|And well for us too, as in thee sleep, 24280|And beareth all our hearts away; 24280|But we cannot sail to thee as we sailed, 24280|For we have no ship that can lay by her 24280|As thou must needs be laid by her." 24280|Alas! the nymph grew sad, and sadder 24280|At last grew the long absence of her: 24280|For still her hopes her eyes had smil'd 24280|On all men in the land of Belur, 24280|But they could not be, and no man saw, 24280|Nor could she lie by her side for bliss: 24280|Now all her heart ======================================== SAMPLE 16860 ======================================== 25281|The lightnings, if he was of a wily mind, 25281|Or though he had a kind eye, a cheerful soul, 25281|Could by a smile the gloom of his mountain home charm. 25281|I know not by what magic, or by what skill, 25281|Can this small house be raised, or will it be too late; 25281|But I shall write to you when I am safely back, 25281|And when your letter I have read, I hope you will 25281|Receive my friendly salute, and let me know. 25281|I had intended to make a sketch of you here; 25281|I shall not now (says I) because I feel it queer, 25281|But because I thought perhaps my thoughts might reach 25281|The lovely lady who would hear them all, 25281|And see me at this moment in her presence. 25281|Therefore, if such a smile could be the key 25281|That unlock'd the door, I would not leave it unlocked, 25281|Since if you could only see it then, 25281|At least you would not venture out to open it. 25281|No more! My sketch is finished. 25281|Then farewell, dear old friend, 25281|And I shall go my way, 25281|Nor ever write to you. 25281|Ah! was it not I that 25281|In the old days went by myself, 25281|And wrote unceasingly? 25281|Or was it not I that 25281|With an old piece of string 25281|Play'd my part in courtly chat, 25281|In the pleasant company 25281|Of my little sweetheart? 25281|Yet, ah! was it not I, 25281|From my youth as now, 25281|Made at my old piano 25281|Music of the heart? 25281|No! never, ah no! 25281|That lovely old instrument 25281|I shall never play it, 25281|Shall I hear the happy sound 25281|As I sat one summer day 25281|In my open shop? 25281|The little girl is singing away to a 25281|sad old refrain; and the old man mutters 25281|The old tune to the wind, or the wind 25281|To the same tune. 25281|The old clock chimes, 25281|And we hear the time; 25281|Ah! that tune for old 25281|Old music is played with a sigh, 25281|As it was with a groan 25281|That time was a guest. 25281|But the time that's come 25281|Is the true age, 25281|Though the song be old and the time so young 25281|That a fool may laugh; 25281|And a child may call 25281|That tune for old music. 25281|And the children all are singing the tune 25281|in silence for the old clock; and the old 25281|folk laugh and shout to the merry din 25281|of their feet. 25281|Yes! it's a happy theme, 25281|But they can sing 25281|No longer, therefore, no 25281|The old tune for old 25281|When the wind-flaws blow 25281|And the morning bells chime 25281|From the old taper, 25281|With the old tune for old 25281|I hear from the old house in the darkling road 25281|The noise of the children passing, and the old 25281|chimes at morning in the darkling road 25281|Are ringing like a knell for me. 25281|And the old music is in a stiller register. 25281|The evening star shall guide me to the door. 25281|Away then! far away, out of the day. 25281|And I shall write no more at dawn's first ray 25281|Of light in the long-since closed door 25281|Of her I love, or place her in. 25281|No! no! it must be 25281|A strange new thing, 25281|That the dawn-light has altered the old song's note 25281|With its old sweet charm, 25281|The old tune for old 25281|She has told me by and by! 25281|When the moon and her clouds are out o' keer. 25281|The voice ======================================== SAMPLE 16870 ======================================== 1382|But I am all too weak to see or hear 1382|His light! 1382|When I had the eyes of a boy, of one who knew 1382|What he should do, 1382|Yet he was dark in the eyes of a man grown old 1382|In the eyes of a child; 1382|When I had the voice that was mild, as a child 1382|Which is faint with the joy of youth: 1382|When I had the hand that was swift, as a child, 1382|That is grown to the grip of experience, 1382|That is strong with the fire of the youth; 1382|When I had the heart that was swift, as a child, 1382|That is grown to the grip of forethought, 1382|That is full of the fire of experience-- 1382|I gave him mine. 1382|Fold me, set me upon thy breast, 1382|Blow soft my languorous sleep! 1382|Fold me, keep me as a slave, 1382|In thy heart's most secret fold! 1382|I, she, would serve thee to the end 1382|If I sought but to be served! 1382|I, she, would worship at thy shrine 1382|If I sought but to be worshipped! 1382|My heart beats with the great delight 1382|Of thy great heart-thrills! Then, O Lord, 1382|The world shall be healed and whole again 1382|And all her wounds forgotten: 1382|That I have kept a heart were hard, 1382|That it beats with new-sorrow's pain 1382|Is now the world's great peace restored. 1382|When you came to me to part, 1382|I remember well that a cry, 1382|I know not how, was in your heart: 1382|I heard it in my dream: 1382|I heard it, I have seen it grown 1382|With longing and a fear 1382|That came to me through sleep. 1382|Then down I lay, not dreaming, 1382|At the sound of my own voice: 1382|And lay as a tree doth: a tree 1382|With the roots closed, that trembled not 1382|As the leaves did in the wind. 1382|Then rose the sun on the high water, 1382|And it came to pass I knew, 1382|As I came to think of it, 1382|That a tear grew thereat. 1382|For then there were no words to say it, 1382|As in a dream I had known it, 1382|That the voice, the heart, the eyes were gone, 1382|And I was left alone. 1382|It was all too much for me, 1382|That of all the world above me 1382|This thing of tearful memory 1382|Should change the world for me. 1382|Yet in a moment I was there, 1382|And looking down the sea-line. 1382|I heard, I know, that it was love 1382|That said: "I care for the poor, 1382|Too poor, yet poor for you"; 1382|And the sea and the starlight were so sweet 1382|That I wept in my sleep. 1382|And all the world had peace upon it, 1382|The heart and the voice, and the sun, 1382|And all the earth was all so fair, and all so still, 1382|Because of this cry out of the sea. 1382|As a child does in the night, 1382|Or a woman, the moonbeam, 1382|Sits in the silence, and listens, 1382|And then rises, silent, 1382|Into the dawning; so silence 1382|I rise, I lift my eyes, 1382|For the sense of the sea is sweet with sleep; 1382|It is sweet as a thing 1382|That feels the kiss of the sea. 1382|A light wind comes in from the sea, 1382|And all the sea-girt waste, 1382|The lonely sea-girt waste, 1382|And on the sound of its breath, 1382|Or the light o' the sea, 1382|Is sweet with the faintness 1382|Of sleep and of silence. ======================================== SAMPLE 16880 ======================================== 1365|All day the sun shone on the house of Solomon, 1365|And the rich man's garden looked as it did in days of old. 1365|The fields were green and fresh and verdant, and the trees 1365|Bent proudly, and the vines were hanging their great boughs 1365|So proudly, that they bowed down with the fragrance 1365|Which the house breathed o'er all their summits of green 1365|And silvery verdure and cool darkness shed around. 1365|The house was built and built, and there in its length 1365|Was not a flaw or chasm, not a blot upon the road 1365|Who trode it; nor was there unkindness spoken 1365|In the murmurs of its long-drawn builders' praise, 1365|But in their silent praise was expressed. Within 1365|There was serene delight-making, singing, laughter, gladness- 1365|A feast, a festival, a festival of life. 1365|The day was full of joy, and the night its darkness had closed. 1365|And now the Lord of Hosts was at Aranuach's doors, 1365|To bring the Hebrews deliverance from their bondage. 1365|When the Lord of Hosts came to the door of Solomon 1365|He found him gazing with all eyes on his work 1365|And all but beguiling the heart of him with his art; 1365|He found his work, but he found him, and he pitied him, 1365|And when he looked, he beheld the work all ablaze 1365|With his own hand's crimsonation and with his own franking 1365|So full of grief was he, that he bade the people stay; 1365|Therefore was it that, while it was but a child, 1365|The LORD OF ARIEL fell at his father's feet. 1365|A little boy, but of great courage, 1365|Bowed high, bowed low, as the ancient children do, 1365|But the father frowned not, nor said a word. 1365|In the temple-yard they had found him lying, 1365|Naked and helpless, and when they came there 1365|He smiled, for he looked and wished as best to be heard. 1365|As the sun shone, brightening, and smouldered, 1365|All the children, the very most among them, 1365|Lazily sprang to follow, the little boy, 1365|Who had died for them, and all their sorrowful day, 1365|Crest turned by the hand of the King of Aran 1365|Had now turned to his father; and in his sight 1365|The father stood, with a faint and weary smile, 1365|That said how the father still lives in his man, 1365|Even while his own life is in ruin. 1365|"I give you the keys," he said, 1365|"And bid you go up to the throne." 1365|The people went on, from the west, 1365|With the sound and cry of an oath, 1365|Till the great King of Aranuach 1365|Stood in his full glory there. 1365|Then the great King of Aran 1365|Called for his staff, and it went down. 1365|And as when a man from below 1365|Drops down a torch, and is lit, 1365|The men by the man saw and followed; 1365|And on, with a shout, and on cried they, 1365|"O father, our king is arisen!" 1365|And when he has raised the King of Aran, 1365|The people rise up for him, 1365|And lift the torches to his door. 1365|And they say the prayers for the king, 1365|And place the blame upon Babylon, 1365|Or praise the High King of Aran, 1365|Their eyes, like little lamps, are bright. 1365|As the King of Aran rises up 1365|O'er the grave of his father, 1365|From the crowd of men and women, 1365|From the place of burial, 1365|Rises up an odoriferous youth, 1365|With a crown of gold on his head, 1365|And he speaks the words of his coming: 1365|"O king, make haste ======================================== SAMPLE 16890 ======================================== 845|And when all else is in rest, 845|He will sleep not. And yet, the night 845|Makes all things seem as they are. 845|I'll tell you everything I know, 845|For every sound to you is spring, 845|Each bird's note in your ears is blent 845|With every note of all the trees, 845|Yet only the red-bird sings! 845|I'll tell you all about the flowers, 845|The trees, the flowers, the grass, the bees, 845|Each bird, and each fair thing that lives 845|In the green grass or opens in the sun, 845|For I'll give you more than mere words, 845|I'll give you all the secret of love 845|Taught me by many a lovely lady 845|My kind mother, and her sweet little ones, 845|How to find love in all the world. 845|I'll tell you all I know of love, 845|That's wonderful to think about; 845|And then the trees, the flowers, the bees, 845|I'll turn my thoughts to where they grow, 845|And where they've been, and where I've been; 845|And then I'll tell you all. 845|I'll tell you all the ways she's loved, 845|The ways and paths of all her loves, 845|Their various forms and numbers many; 845|And all this love to prove or prove, 845|I'll take the lead of a new knight. 845|I'll tell you more than mere words can say. 845|I'll tell you all that one can say 845|In the sweet time of all his dreams. 845|Yes, lead at once and give it proof. 845|Give me your hand and lead me out! 845|Give me your hand and lead me on. 845|If the green grass will but take the lead 845|In the merry hours of night and morning, 845|Oh, then, then, the love shall take the lead, 845|Where all is lively, merry, gay, 845|And glad as life can make it be. 845|I'll have no more of this dark world, 845|Though we talk of them in high conceit; 845|But I'll follow the footsteps of faith, 845|And follow the pathway that leadeth 845|To the light, and there to God. 845|It was a star was sleeping in the sky, 845|A star so beautiful and tender, 845|It was as delicate and fair the light 845|It shed o'er those who in the path were set, 845|As on the grave in silence and desolation. 845|It was my heart, my bright and youthful heart 845|That was the light it shed on the rest; 845|I could not know that my dreams of glory 845|Were the fancies of a heart-stricken child. 845|It was as if a charm 845|Within my heart did live 845|All the dark years that follow, 845|And I was still unaware 845|That my dreams were only wings, 845|And my life could never fly 845|Up to its goal; 845|In spite of my ardent hope, 845|My heart remained a slave 845|To the fancies in its rest. 845|But I would give my soul to that charm, 845|To make it conscious of weakness, 845|Or ever it seemed to me that my soul 845|Should not only soar above my body, 845|But in front of all those else so mean. 845|I would make mine immortal, then 845|Turn from earthly things, 845|For that which is most far from human; 845|Such a moment that all things were nothing, 845|Save for that light I have in my breast. 845|And it was in vain 845|Was the voice to beguile my hand-- 845|I was a slave to all its wiles; 845|The soul must have the human element, 845|So, though a tiny spirit, it must bear 845|And be conscious of all its hopes and fears, 845|And I'd be a ghost in ======================================== SAMPLE 16900 ======================================== 37452|With eyes that, seeing, gaze'd on Him. 37452|But lo, before the sun was down, 37452|As near, as far, as sight can see, 37452|There came a shape upleap'd from the sod 37452|And pass'd us as the light could fly, 37452|And then in midmost of our band 37452|A smile drew forth of lips and eyes 37452|And laugh'd out upon us for our own. 37452|We knew it not, nor knew the smile, 37452|But all at once the door flew back, 37452|With a sound less flat and less sharp 37452|Than thunder of the rocks within; 37452|And out in a moment two shone forth 37452|In white vests like wakening clouds, 37452|And one was Christ, and one was God; 37452|And the two walked one with another, 37452|As walking in the sunlight up the sky. 37452|And one arose as from a dream, 37452|And one as from a shadow fall 37452|And one was Christ, and one was God. 37452|And Christ smiled, and laughed, and pass'd away, 37452|And we saw Him pass, and left him there, 37452|And, going, heard Him in our tread. 37452|And when we came to Him at last, 37452|The darkness lay about His feet 37452|And yet He seemed more still than we. 37452|And all our faces upward blazed, 37452|And yet we saw His eyes like lamps 37452|Above His forehead like the stars. 37452|And in our arms He press'd us close, 37452|As one who cometh from above; 37452|And lips of sweet and loving smile 37452|Clasp'd lips that did not speak. 37452|And He murmured with the lips, 37452|And His breath was air to human sense, 37452|And His voice was a song over all, 37452|And we knew Him as He was. 37452|And on our arms He laid His head, 37452|And our brows were as His feet,-- 37452|And His hands lay across our breasts, 37452|And He kissed us away. 37452|The earth with quiet and with rest 37452|Was as God with His benediction. 37452|No sound was in the stillness, no ray 37452|Of light in the stillness, but only a cloud 37452|That touch'd the earth in silence. 37452|The stars are set 37452|And the great sun is up at five. 37452|All is right with the earth. 37452|Now the night is past 37452|And the stars make the sky as white 37452|As a white snow-covered wall. 37452|The day-star riseth white, 37452|And the light-leaved star 37452|Maketh the dark skies round us 37452|As white as white snow-peaks. 37452|The moon maketh night 37452|In the firmament. 37452|'Tis one o'clock. 37452|'Tis God's own voice 37452|Now in the West. 37452|'Twas not over dawn, 37452|Nor over night, 37452|Nor over death, 37452|Nor any sudden thing, 37452|But just this strange sign. 37452|The moon was in heaven, 37452|The stars in heaven, 37452|The wind in heaven, 37452|In the firmament. 37452|The night was in heaven, 37452|The little stars 37452|In the firmament, 37452|And the night was white 37452|And the earth beneath: 37452|But God's voice came 37452|Forth from the East, 37452|With a sweet mystery, 37452|And it stood in the light 37452|Of the morning's dawn. 37452|A little star! 37452|A little star above 37452|The shadow of my head 37452|And a little star below 37452|The shadow of my feet! 37452|There came no word 37452|Of his approach. 37452|No sound of a footstep 37452|Came to our ears: 37452|Only the soft stars, 37452|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 16910 ======================================== 28375|But, since we can't see, it may be thought 28375|Some things, far off, and uncertain, fall-- 28375|Though that, in truth, is well for any star! 28375|Yet think not, like the foolish Stoics, we 28375|See ne'er our own-garths of heaven's good air-- 28375|For these, to him who looks is blind, 28375|Are seen alike by all and by none. 28375|And though by many degrees they rise 28375|In clouds, as rising to be seen, 28375|Yet none will ever, in a day, 28375|Beheld the truth that's far from here. 28375|Nor can our earth and heaven compare 28375|With each other on this vast expanse; 28375|Though from their midst the Sun and Moon 28375|May now arise, and, shining, make 28375|The world, which is his own, as clear; 28375|They are not seen, whom none regard, 28375|But rather by themselves, and they 28375|Are seen in different places still. 28375|And now, the sun is not, as seems, 28375|Now set, not set, as his own day; 28375|For there's no one, of all th' empyreal firmament, 28375|There to be found in that small region dim, 28375|Where all his fire, each star, shines in its place. 28375|But, when all else in Heaven is hid, 28375|The star that is most heavenward there, 28375|Will shine, as if in th' unseen world. 28375|Nor all that is our planet's own, 28375|Nor all that lives and breathes beneath, 28375|Shall here be found to have their being, 28375|Though they their own appearances claim. 28375|For they, though all in this one form 28375|Are mingled, are of different threes, 28375|Which when all is hid, no one 28375|Shall there be seen; or no one soul be seen, 28375|While all being kept in separate life, 28375|As things eternal do, will be seen still. 28375|Where, therefore, the stars are, and where 28375|Man--who hath seen them--is; for all are there! 28375|Nor is it strange, that they in their course 28375|Should come and go before us, as we do; 28375|For that, on earth, they do, and will do, 28375|And so to others may our spirits move. 28375|Nor strange it is, if we have eyes 28375|To see, and they for us to see, 28375|And so to Heaven themselves may rise, 28375|And by their light ascend again! 28375|But 'tis not so; for, all is hid 28375|--Hath Heaven no power to tell us so?-- 28375|From which it cannot be that the stars 28375|Be of their own free volition--but that of all 28375|Th' existence of things are made subject to time. 28375|This we can observe, if we please; 28375|And, as our passions, too, we know. 28375|If we would love in Heaven, we must not love, but all 28375|The time of our making, not free for motion, 28375|But--like the heavens in this world--too slow to move. 28375|The stars that are seen thus, in their course, are none; 28375|No matter if they rise, or set, too late or too soon, 28375|When all the stars of this one hemisphere are there. 28375|No mortal eye but a great God's can see, 28375|When all the stars of God's are hidden from man. 28375|But now we will pass o'er all things else, 28375|And in this brief but firm affection rest: 28375|The stars themselves we can but admire, 28375|And with the stars do not even compare. 28375|No man, who saw thy works, could ever doubt 28375|There are no works that equal thine--no, no! 28375|Why think'st thou that thy genius must prevail 28375|E'en with that work of thy which men confess? 28375|Thy works are not just--the works of others are. ======================================== SAMPLE 16920 ======================================== 1568|The sun with a thousand glory burns 1568|And leaves the world a shining glass; 1568|And life is so sweet, 1568|I'd rather live than sing. 1568|I wonder if you are one of their children, O friend, 1568|That you stand at the door of our house, 1568|And wait here in the dusk on our western slope, 1568|And the long street goes by with the tread of ghosts, 1568|And you can hear the beat of their footsteps in the leaves. 1568|O friend, O friend, you have made a grave. 1568|I wonder if you are one of their children. 1568|The little green roofs that tower 1568|Rise out of sight between the vines, 1568|The wind from the blue Pacific lags like a moth 1568|In the leafy shadows of the house. 1568|The old porch swings as it swings in the breeze: 1568|The garden gate is ajar, 1568|And the lonesome street, and the house, 1568|And the mist that hangs low 1568|Like a garment, the old road past 1568|And the mist that hangs low on the wall, 1568|And the old window with the keyless lid, 1568|The old face, the old limbs, the old lips-- 1568|And are they only the dead we know? 1568|Only the dead we know 1568|That are gone to tell 1568|Their glory in the past, 1568|And we and our souls to-night? 1568|So we shall hear; 1568|We shall remember; 1568|We shall weep; 1568|And when next we meet, 1568|Somewhere the words will be, 1568|We shall hear the word "They are here," 1568|We shall feel the word "He is far." 1568|Taken from OAPB] on the radio. 'Catch the sound, 1568|The voice of the children, calling us. 1568|Our hands shall hear. 1568|In the night that follows, the lights and the city 1568|The deaf will not be. 1568|Our hearts shall thrill; 1568|And before the morn - 1568|"It is the children coming, they are coming!" 1568|It was a day at seven when the clock 1568|Hung on the tower like a beacon pale 1568|On the steep house-slope. 1568|We woke and found it was October: 1568|A mist hung over the windows gray; 1568|The room with the smell of the plants was still; 1568|Behind the door, 1568|At the far end of the floor, was the chair, 1568|And at the same height the lantern hung. 1568|The cats and the children in the wood - 1568|The children and the cats in the mill - 1568|Was a voice of the city that we heard 1568|On the slant line, 1568|And we heard it as we watched and waited, 1568|But our souls were all alive within us, 1568|The clock-tick 1568|And the chair in the empty cellar, 1568|And the ticking of the clock that we remembered. 1568|We heard it on the slopes and at the fairs, 1568|Through the long, long day 1568|In the dark of the meadows, and the heat - 1568|The cricket on the lawn - 1568|The cricket on the lawn that we heard as we wiled. 1568|The clock that is still 1568|The voice that is gone 1568|Is the hand of an angel looking down 1568|From a heaven apart, 1568|And the little bird that sings 1568|Is the voice of a dream the angels heard. 1568|The clock that is still 1568|A hand that runs; 1568|A hand that holds, it seems, 1568|A clock and sets. 1568|But where the clock stood, in its clock-tiara, 1568|Was the face of a child, 1568|And in the dusty room 1568|Of the manor-house we knew 1568|The hand of a man had died 1568|In the years when he was dead and young 1568|And the children had gone away. 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 16930 ======================================== 8187|By the sweet, clear lake. 8187|"We must look for _the_ bride," he said, 8187|That was his speech. 8187|"_Then_," cried his master--"how _can_ we find 8187|"The one that's so cold?" 8187|To whom then the youth replied, 8187|While he put on his hat-- 8187|"If my maid should take a new faith, 8187|With you in it, love, I mean to go, 8187|"And, if I marry, _then_ we'll know 8187|"How cold the bride's to her bridal guest; 8187|"For when the new faith is told, 8187|When the bridegroom asks for the bride, 8187|It's cold then." 8187|"O love, let us _never_ laugh, 8187|To _never be_ wept,"-- 8187|"Why, love, we'll not marry," said the youth, 8187|To whom my heart said, No more he said,-- 8187|"When we've put off all these garments so fine, 8187|"And in our hearts' last, warm embraces 8187|"We'll kiss the hearts we cannot meet, 8187|"As it were the last good-bye to our brides, 8187|"In cold and dark places." 8187|"O love, let us _never_ speak 8187|That we have heard, I swear, 8187|"From such a very very very few, 8187|"To such a throng so _in_adventrous,"-- 8187|"And such a many who, though they _might_ be true, 8187|"Could never marry." 8187|"O love, let us make full confession, 8187|"And only ask a kiss, 8187|"Since all the rest we've long delayed 8187|"In vain are tried by time: 8187|"Who is't shall only kiss us, pray? 8187|"Who's that is happy?" 8187|So then I said, as they are going, 8187|"Forgive, forgive them, 8187|"We're leaving, and never coming back,-- 8187|"It's vain to talk so." 8187|When, lo! as she drew nigh, 8187|In a queer kind way 8187|She took me by the hand, 8187|And with a gentle smile, 8187|As though she'd kissed her last, 8187|Did thus inquire again:-- 8187|"How came you so so near? 8187|"Have you ever known a witch, 8187|That you have tempted them 8187|"To see and to believe?" 8187|Thus, without more delay, 8187|Thus, as she turned away, 8187|"Were we both tempted?"-- 8187|"You're a witch, I think, John." 8187|"It is strange you're so 8187|"Obsessive of our talk, 8187|"And so inclined." 8187|We spoke a little more there-- 8187|Till, tired out at length, 8187|Our strolling ended, 8187|And, after all the play, 8187|I wish that--in some fair, 8187|"Tempting each other,-- 8187|"You were gone!" 8187|Thus to the maiden,--then 8187|As soon as she had heard 8187|That message, 8187|The maid forgot all, 8187|And left the pair 8187|Beneath a maple tree, 8187|That, through the shady shade, 8187|The sunbeams lent it. 8187|When this quaint feat is said 8187|Of dancing maids by some, 8187|The fairest thing ever seen 8187|Would make an excellent maid. 8187|She was well-bred and fair, 8187|And, when her footsteps reached 8187|That maple's leafy shade, 8187|Did, all at once, 8187|Dance like a dancing flower. 8187|"Come, child," said she, 8187|"Come! the sun is shining bright; 8187|"And now it's time we meet; 8187|"We know each other-- ======================================== SAMPLE 16940 ======================================== 1279|That made me wake in the lark; 1279|But I came home to die, at even-- 1279|I had not die'd till ten. 1279|Thy smile is like a springing stream, 1279|And all its waters sweet; 1279|That flow'd before thee, and in thy praise 1279|Serves food for thanksgiving day, 1279|For thine apotheosis. 1279|There's nothing 'twoulde tempt me to change 1279|For morning morn's wandering, 1279|Though it may kiss the hills and dales 1279|Where it sojourn'd a thousand years, 1279|And lay and lick its dewy eggs 1279|Under the morning-star. 1279|Thou's met me thro' the morning's dews, 1279|In the sweet bloom of early flowers; 1279|And thou may'st blame me if here below 1279|I coldly dream of flowers. 1279|Though the sweet music of the dawn, 1279|And the silvery music of the dew, 1279|Have told to my sense that there lies 1279|A world of rest for man. 1279|Yet I can see the morning beam 1279|Through clouds and skies serene; 1279|I can hear the murmur of the stream 1279|That stepp'd softly thro' its jubilee, 1279|And the little laughing may 1279|So oft to my dream have striven, 1279|And with its song the morning star 1279|To praise the morning too. 1279|O may I, while the sun of June, 1279|With his golden beams is flashing, 1279|Till his breathings my bosom quickens, 1279|And my bosom with heat's fervour glowing. 1279|Then in the shade of the lilie, 1279|My pipe is to the pipe of an Archer; 1279|And what so sweet but Archer's bridal? 1279|Though, mayhap, the wintry climes may chill, 1279|And my friends be sundryly scattered, 1279|They shall be found in some fairer clime 1279|Than mine, my dear love, my fair love: 1279|Or, though the stormy deserts o'er 1279|Warmly I breathe upon the ear 1279|Lips of my dear, loved, long-lost, dear-ones-- 1279|Lips of their smiles and laughter sweet; 1279|Or if no lisp, but howling dread, 1279|Down on my brow should hail the neathern; 1279|All shall be there, and mine be mine, 1279|To live and die, where'er I please. 1279|Though oft the lonely, wintry world, 1279|Oft with the sighing of the wold, 1279|Mourns the dear one, buried with the dead, 1279|Still 'tis I, and neither they nor ye. 1279|I sing your good deeds, and high'rs mine, 1279|Ye noble six-and-eagle sons! 1279|And how they did the good of man, 1279|Who did the good of Heaven, and hell. 1279|To you, O Midsummer Night's Dream, 1279|His deeds I wot, not fashions fair, 1279|As many a girl have once defied, 1279|And all for love, or wantonweenage; 1279|Ye six-and-eagle sons of Can, 1279|Ye sons of six, what feats of arms 1279|Ye did in Heaven, and airle on earth. 1279|From Heaven's fair dome, in starry state 1279|The stars, as from a mother's breast, 1279|Passed softly o'er the azure heaven-- 1279|Like infant's breath of Heaven, aye clear. 1279|So swift ye came that earth did not 1279|Arise long in the sky's dark van: 1279|As thro' it past the white-roll peaks 1279|Of snow did Heaven's blue barrier run. 1279|Yea, Heaven in its calm orbs o'erspread, 1279|The snow of the deep, the deep of night, 1279|The deep of the sea, the lightless sea; 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 16950 ======================================== 5185|Thus askant Ilmarinen. 5185|Thereupon the wicked hostess 5185|Gave this answer to the suitor: 5185|"When I speak, straightway answer me; 5185|Shall I say thou'lt go to Pohya, 5185|Shalt sail the lakelet, St. Omer, 5185|Shalt thou answer me question, 5185|Shalt thou tell me all thou askest?" 5185|Spake the minstrel, Lemminkainen: 5185|"I will tell thee all I ask thee: 5185|Shall I tell thee all I ask thee? 5185|Shall I ask thee now some other 5185|Mana-tale of mine occasion? 5185|Shalt thou know thou want the Sampo? 5185|Spake in answer Lemminkainen: 5185|"When I think of such a coming, 5185|When I speak of this my journey, 5185|I the most forget such trifling. 5185|I shall give this Sampo answer: 5185|'He the wicked hostess in heaven 5185|Ruled by the evil wizard, 5185|Who creates all things elemental, 5185|When he speaks of this the question, 5185|I alone am able to tell thee: 5185|'Soon thou'lt see ascending peaks, 5185|On the blue rocks, the wondrous mountains.' 5185|"When this truth I have assured thee, 5185|Then thy mind will find no other 5185|Mana-tales to give assurance; 5185|Then thou canst recognize no more 5185|Mana-tales before this given; 5185|All thy life thou'lt believe in joyance, 5185|All thy wishes will be happily 5185|Gained with one certitude of happiness. 5185|"If I tell thee now the tale of 5185|Rising up again from out of ocean, 5185|From the far-extending island, 5185|From the home of ocean-winds, 5185|On a day, my aged father 5185|Left me on the wild-land sea-beach, 5185|Left me with my faithful women, 5185|Clad in all my costly raiment, 5185|Hooded with a brilliant belt of copper, 5185|Banded shirt of copper-bearing, 5185|Banded greaves, richly laced together. 5185|I was very hungry, and craving, 5185|Striving to devour a fish, 5185|When my father left me in anger, 5185|Left me with my faithful women, 5185|With the best of toys in winter, 5185|Stripped my fellow-servants in poverty. 5185|"Covered with snow and dressed no longer, 5185|In my track was never any one 5185|To my left nor to my right, 5185|Cameramanielki, Louhi's guide. 5185|I am clad in snow-cloaks of ermine, 5185|In the cloaks of other cloaks adorning, 5185|Neck-cloaks of deer-hide, richly wrought; 5185|Hands I wear with little children's gems, 5185|Breast-cloaks of the king-portal, 5185|Breast-pouches of the moonlit forest, 5185|Tails with tiny serpents Fenno's, 5185|Feathers with the evil eyes of Northland. 5185|"If an earthling come to hail thee, 5185|If a man of meaner stature, 5185|Sprung from vainglorious fathers, 5185|I, the blacksmith, would greet him courteously, 5185|Kiss his beard, and hail him gladly; 5185|But if thou art divine and wisdom, 5185|I would give thee better welcome, 5185|Thou wilt find it hard to pass me happily, 5185|Hard to endure my ice so bitter, 5185|Hard to endure my fire so fiery, 5185|When I sing my wondrous fires of Lightning, 5185|When I sing of Surtur, the Master." 5185|When the ancient Wainamoinen 5185|Listened to his daughter's counsel, 5185|This ======================================== SAMPLE 16960 ======================================== 30481|When your fingers grow not 30481|All the songs that were. 30481|The song that had eyes to know 30481|The secret that your words 30481|Sow in the wind, 30481|The dream that could speak as well 30481|As words can speak, 30481|The voice that your fingers knew 30481|Before it knew you 30481|Could speak as well, 30481|The voice that you had with you 30481|In the past... 30481|It walks among the shadows, 30481|Where your footsteps went, 30481|And the dreams that you dreamed 30481|Tend towards the day. 30481|It walks amidst your sleep ... 30481|And the songs that you sang, 30481|The dreams that you dreamed, 30481|Are gone into that night. 30481|It walks in the silence 30481|'Mid your sleep again, 30481|And your soul in the silence 30481|Wanders again. 30481|It walks in the shadows ... 30481|And your thoughts go forth-- 30481|And the song that you dreamed, 30481|The dreams that you dreamed ... 30481|Are still; and the night 30481|Wends, wends, at last. 30481|The voice that was never true 30481|'Neath the moonlight skies, 30481|Is now the music of stars, 30481|And ever shrill. 30481|The spirit that you sang 30481|By the wind of the sea, 30481|Is now a song not heard 30481|But only heard. 30481|The songs, the dreams that were 30481|In a song, are gone; 30481|A light is on our eyes 30481|And stars are on our brow. 30481|We only live for a breath, 30481|We only know our end, 30481|Only live in dreams for a span, 30481|We only know our hour. 30481|With the sun, the wind, and the moon, 30481|With nothing of you to care 30481|But our love we would die for, 30481|If we could die. 30481|Your dear face, dear lips, 30481|What do you give to me 30481|When the world is sweet and wild-- 30481|It was not made for me? 30481|That, that was made for you, 30481|When the world was strange and old, 30481|And my heart was weary as mine, 30481|And death was a doubt for the years; 30481|O, the year is strange and free! 30481|Oh, I do not ask 30481|Aught for you to be fair and pure, 30481|But I would have you always fair, 30481|For my lips are full of your blood. 30481|That kiss you gave me? ... I shall never 30481|Take on the pain of that kiss;-- 30481|My blood is pure as the midnight sky; 30481|I shall never know the hunger of a partun, the throb of a 30481|To the dream I go; ... 30481|Where you go 30481|I go with you, you and I. 30481|When you are gone 30481|I have nothing else to do but wait. 30481|My eyes are heavy with a new-found pain for you, for you.... I 30481|Oh love, I have nothing ... 30481|And I love you! 30481|I have given you all that I possess; 30481|Life. Courage. Hope. Love. Truth. Duty. 30481|Life. Courage. Hope. Love. Duty. 30481|Who is that? You say? 30481|And I have told you everything ... 30481|You have never asked my love-- 30481|So, can I kiss you here in this light? 30481|And if you ask you must say no.... 30481|I can say no. I loved him once. 30481|And I loved you first. 30481|And yet you ask for me. 30481|Can love with you 30481|Only be for ever one? ... 30481|For me? ... the words are in my heart. 30481|But if you ask me you should know ... 30481|To answer the question would answer all. ======================================== SAMPLE 16970 ======================================== 12242|It is time for me to go. 12242|The trees to-night were lovely; 12242|I thought the night would be late; 12242|But, watch, the moment strikes -- 12242|Hearken! the moment comes! 12242|As we passed through the garden-trees 12242|I was thinking, how brightly born, 12242|Beside my roses, the sun, 12242|Like a shining diamond, broke. 12242|I was thinking how delectably sweet 12242|Delicious night would be with her drops, 12242|If dropped never there. 12242|I was thinking how I was going to lie 12242|Beside them, at ease in the shade, 12242|With our roses to kiss away the dew; 12242|And my roses in blushes to close; 12242|And our roses, never to open, lay 12242|Beneath us, cool and kissless, cool and sweet. 12242|And the garden was beautified as I thought, 12242|And perfumed as I thought; 12242|The breeze blew over the grove of trees, 12242|And the breeze blew over the sea, 12242|And the breeze blew over the vine, 12242|And the breeze blew over the fern, 12242|And the garden was opened to me. 12242|And I knew that I had opened to all, 12242|And I knew that I had been the ray 12242|To one of the world's infinite throngs. 12242|And, oh, the garden was wild and fair, 12242|And a dream of rapture was mine; 12242|As the roses fluttered and floated by, 12242|And the fern-leaves paused to listen, 12242|One hand on the gate, 12242|One arm about the hinged fast, closed fast, 12242|And the door of the garden was left ajar 12242|For one that had entered was left behind; 12242|And a little way from the other gate, 12242|Behind a bough, a bird sang a song. 12242|And I smiled at the window, O my friend, 12242|As I sat by the fire, and I sang; 12242|And a smile so divine, 12242|So happy and simple, 12242|That bird had availed me not a jot 12242|In perceiving what song that bird composed. 12242|I sat underneath the elm-tree, 12242|And the bough broke with a music strange; 12242|And below, in the river-maze, 12242|The water lisped new words to the lees. 12242|In my mind's eye I saw the scheme, 12242|That had appeared, at last, at close of day, 12242|With all the morn, from morn, to morn, 12242|Slip like a second day. 12242|Now it was that I had stood 12242|Under the elm, and heard 12242|The music life began, 12242|At the foot of the tree; 12242|Now it was the bird's sweet strain 12242|Slipped in upon that song 12242|I had heard that I might smile, 12242|And the garden was gay. 12242|The song that I had never heard, 12242|It had seemed too sweet to be true, 12242|And now I knew it ardently. 12242|For I knew, beyond a doubt, 12242|No more than this: -- that life and song 12242|And the water together ran, 12242|And that something greater far 12242|Than those branches played in the strain 12242|Than those leaves in the song rushed past, 12242|Was trying to steal into my soul; 12242|And something, far away, 12242|Was lying still at my feet, 12242|And could not leave. 12242|That lie was told to me! 12242|That I would live! 12242|There is no place like the Place Specific, 12242|If you have not a Moment to cure you of it -- 12242|The Place Specific! 12242|That's the kind of Place 12242|In which you and I meet, 12242|When nothing is strange enough to disturb us, 12242|And the Things that is important are not ======================================== SAMPLE 16980 ======================================== 18500|A' day wi' the fling o' the warl', 18500|For my ain Mary! 18500|I 'll meet ony bairn that 's sic a bairn, 18500|Ae stay at yer 's the first, 18500|And that I am free o' your gentry, 18500|In a' this warl'. 18500|A' Day's I 'll meet wi' them a', 18500|Wha gang up to the warl', 18500|I 'll gie them a' my best regards, 18500|And wha meets wi' me. 18500|Tune--"_The mavis and the thorn._" 18500|Where are you roaming, my Mary, 18500|To seek your love, 18500|To tell me all your wish'd-for blisses, 18500|That e'er you heard? 18500|I would not change for thee, would I, 18500|My joy and pride; 18500|I love thee like a sister, 18500|My heart's-blood ties. 18500|O, never will I leave thee, 18500|Myself, my all; 18500|Nor think on thee, in this distress, 18500|The mind to cheer, 18500|But, by my love for thee, 18500|For thee I'll die! 18500|Tune--"_It was sae years ago._" 18500|As heap'd with wood the cairn, 18500|When life-blood chill'd the vein, 18500|The heart was seen to glow 18500|In that hour of grief. 18500|So heaps of wood will glow 18500|When grief is in the heart, 18500|And hope shall rise at length, 18500|Thou never wert sae blind! 18500|Tune--"_The cauld is gane._" 18500|O Mary! dear and kind! 18500|O Mary! pure and good! 18500|The morning sky is fair, 18500|And, if a waefu' scene 18500|Can paint an unhappy wight-- 18500|A melancholy scene 18500|Let despair its light dispel! 18500|But wilt thou gaze on yon' tree 18500|So thick and brown and grim; 18500|Thy hand may grasp the boughs, 18500|But not the trunk! 18500|No, no, my dear, not thou; 18500|That trunk is beautiful; 18500|It waves an azure plain, 18500|That mingles sweet and dear; 18500|It waves an azure plain, 18500|O sang! it wave's me now! 18500|The boughs are brown with age; 18500|It wave's me now! 18500|The sky is azure plain, 18500|The air is rich in dreams; 18500|The lark now leaves the dawn, 18500|But soon no more will rise; 18500|To me it is a blow, 18500|And breaks my peace of mind! 18500|There 's naught but sorrow here; 18500|It is a broken spring; 18500|I grieve in loneliness, 18500|And wish, were Heaven my lot, 18500|That I were left alone: 18500|But, ah! that thought too deep 18500|Would break my peace of mind! 18500|Then stay!--in fancy's glass 18500|A vision sweet appears; 18500|My Mary sees me stand, 18500|And seems in awe to see, 18500|(I think she 'll weep a while 18500|O'er me, whom she esteems 18500|A stranger here.) 18500|She 'll weep till time shall mend 18500|That broken heart, I trow; 18500|Her soul is far too sweet, 18500|Nor Time shall pierce it then! 18500|Let others weep, when they go hence, 18500|And let me weep, when I come, 18500|Here, where the darksome bog is deep, 18500|In this fresh stream I wade, 18500|Just to forget my woes for aye 18500|Here, where the darksome bog is deep, 18500|And in the clearing green I lie; ======================================== SAMPLE 16990 ======================================== 1304|Then, lo! the sun had gone down; 1304|And all the stars shone out, like gold, 1304|On the dark green of the wave; 1304|And from the hollow of a stone 1304|The music of the night 1304|Came softened to my ear, 1304|And whispered through my soul. 1304|But, ah! my heart was wild 1304|As ever to go a-wing, 1304|Where the wild-birds sang alone 1304|In the heart of the wild wood; 1304|And all the flowers were mine, 1304|And a day never had seen, 1304|Since I was a babe a fairer one, 1304|Than I now see in the valley. 1304|I lie and sing in the greenwood 1304|At break of day; 1304|For the dew is on the broom 1304|And the birds are at rest. 1304|I lie and sing from morn till even, 1304|And see the bluebells shine, 1304|And hear the thrushes' song 1304|Come sweetly to us. 1304|But O the sorrows of men, 1304|The joys that pang and pine! 1304|O but life were always thus, 1304|And death were but life! 1304|And love and life were ever these, 1304|And death were always these, 1304|When the heart was light as the bud, 1304|And the soul was clear. 1304|How many flowers there are on earth 1304|That bloom for a little while, 1304|And then fade quite away; 1304|And some are born to bloom and die; 1304|And some are never quite dead; 1304|But some are always young; 1304|And some are quite turned to clay, 1304|And some are scarce more than dust. 1304|These flowery fields are their graves; 1304|And the flowers smile in their places; 1304|But some, alas! too soon 1304|Shall turn into dust again, 1304|And some too late shall crumble; 1304|And the flowers will be heads as well; 1304|But the men will be the leaves. 1304|The sun that shines in the sky at noon, 1304|As you look up from where your work is done 1304|It shines on your face. 1304|The sunbeam on the apple-trees 1304|Is brighter than the sky; 1304|Its brightness in the garden still I trace, 1304|The beams of the setting sun. 1304|And though it be brighter in the east, 1304|It shines on the walls and the roof; 1304|To you in the west it is kind and mild 1304|In a place to be seen. 1304|But when the west grows dark and dull, 1304|And night comes down in rain, 1304|And the gardens are empty and bare, 1304|And the windows all a-strand; 1304|'Tis then you must think of your roses bright, 1304|Your lilies white and green, 1304|And your blushets shining in the light, 1304|And your myrtles over-blown 1304|When the west comes in with its misty shroud, 1304|With its clouds of misty mist. 1304|And the sunbeam, as it comes and goes, 1304|Tells you 'tis time for you all to go, 1304|For the west comes in too soon; 1304|Too soon will be, my dear, your roses gone, 1304|And naught but darkness keep them from you. 1304|O that I were a little window 1304|Where the sunbeams would come shining! 1304|That I were a little window 1304|Where the sunbeams would shade me! 1304|That I were a little window 1304|Where the sunbeams would lave me! 1304|Quick the wind comes rushing o'er me, 1304|Sore is the beating of my heart; 1304|'Tis the coming of the frosty wind 1304|From the frosty mountains blowing; 1304|It blights my budding apple-trees, 1304|'Tis the stealing of the falling star 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 17000 ======================================== 18238|Or as a rose in heaven, 18238|Tender, fresh and new, 18238|Where all things are new and fair 18238|As spring's new breath; 18238|And sweet as the rose of love, 18238|It's as tall as the pine; 18238|And it's sweet to behold 18238|It in the garden there, 18238|But sweeter than the rose, I ween, 18238|That is tall as me! 18238|What is a rose?--What is tall? 18238|And the rose-bud of joy? 18238|My father gave me this for my ring, 18238|But the life that keeps is the soul: 18238|And the soul that keeps is the heart 18238|That loves as love should be. 18238|And the heart that keeps is the mind, 18238|And the mind that keeps is the will, 18238|To serve alone the Lord of all, 18238|Whose image are all things. 18238|And the will that keeps is the will 18238|That holds that love fast in trust, 18238|And the will that keeps is the will 18238|That sets the rose in the crown! 18238|"Oh, love is glad, love is glad," 18238|And the rose is the rose-tree,-- 18238|The rose that is long and bright 18238|That lives in the sweet, sweet air. 18238|But the spring of the heart must come, 18238|When the spring of the love takes root; 18238|And the heart must come when the rose 18238|Shall be tall with the soul of youth. 18238|Like a rose, my heart of spring, 18238|I'm glad, I'm glad! 18238|Up from the soil of the reaper's hand 18238|Comes the rich, sweet summer corn. 18238|Up from the tillers' harvest field 18238|Peeps the rose, my heart of spring; 18238|Peeps the rose, my heart of love, 18238|With a touch of red. 18238|Gather the wild, sweet rose, my heart, 18238|From the dews of the duskinged West; 18238|Gather and bear it to me here 18238|When the Autumn returns. 18238|Gather the rose, sweet heart, though it be mine 18238|In the earth not the moon's fair mirror's glass, 18238|In the land where we never the faintest breath 18238|Of aught less bright or fragrant might have said, 18238|Rocks of the sea, or the dusky glens of dawn, 18238|With the rose, O heart, and its spicy grace, 18238|As a sweet lamp of amber in the dark. 18238|Gather the rose, sweet heart, when we part, 18238|This and more to my soul I'm fain to bring, 18238|With its glow of sweet, white petals pressed 18238|Down the breast of the dark; 18238|As the dew falls cold in sunset's gold 18238|On the seed-pods of the poppy and the musk, 18238|As the breath of the rose, O heart, and its spicy grace. 18238|Gather the rose, sweet heart, when we part; 18238|With its heart of white petals pressed 18238|Down the breast of the dark: 18238|So shall I keep the light and the light 18238|That grows with every dawn. 18238|Toss the petals, glitter, toss them oversea! 18238|And let Life's sunset, blue above the calm, 18238|Come flushing on the lips as a bride's, 18238|For the rose is dead. 18238|And the pale petals, tossed one by one, 18238|Like ghosts through wood and field, 18238|Whisper their farewells,--and are gone. 18238|The rose that made me a lover, 18238|It has a lover to-morrow; 18238|For the rose is dead. 18238|Like a lily's white and red 18238|Are her eyes and cheek, 18238|And sweet is that perfume rare 18238|She breathed to me. 18238|Like a rose her lip pressed, 18238|And closed against mine. 18238|Like ======================================== SAMPLE 17010 ======================================== I was a little child 31314|A very little thing-- 31314|And my first love was only three, 31314|At Christmas time: 31314|And the first thing I knew that day 31314|Was my mother's kiss. 31314|And when I was two years old 31314|My mother came to me, 31314|And took me in, and gave me toys; 31314|And when I was four years old 31314|She painted the picture before me 31314|Of a little boy and boy; 31314|It was very pretty, you know, 31314|And I smiled with rapture everytime, 31314|When I saw the picture of him, 31314|And heard my mother speak to me 31314|Of the splendid joys of children-- 31314|Such joys as were never dreaming, 31314|As the good old thing so dear 31314|She looked in my eyes that day and night, 31314|And kissed me as she painted it; 31314|And when I was eight years old 31314|For the first time I heard of you. 31314|I've heard of little children, 31314|Of all children the pretty, 31314|A very small, a very quiet, 31314|A very happy, little ones. 31314|But my darling friend, my little dear 31314|One, in my day, would often come 31314|To take a nap-- 31314|And as he was sleeping, the picture 31314|With the little boy I'm present at. 31314|And I was very happy to see him 31314|And to hear his father's voice so-- 31314|But when I've seen those things, alas! 31314|And heard my own mother talk to me 31314|Of things that I had never heard of, 31314|Then I am very glad and melancholy. 31314|Oh, what a pity, 31314|That a flower 31314|Might lie in such distress 31314|While the sun was shining, 31314|I cannot tell thee! 31314|And what pity 31314|That a little maiden 31314|Might have a sorrow 31314|Of her own! 31314|'Twas a summer's morning, 31314|When the sun was shining, 31314|And by a nest it was nesting: 31314|And a pretty child was she sitting, 31314|To feed her little eggs on the rocks. 31314|And the eggs she had kindly been knitting 31314|At the windows of the nest-hole; 31314|And she said to her nestlings, "Nay, 31314|Do not listen, I pray you! 31314|For I hear the mother come home." 31314|While her mother was singing to 31314|The little nestlings, her children, 31314|In a loud and wild singing; 31314|And the little eggs her mother was 31314|Were peeping from out the blankets. 31314|From she carried away the 31314|Rustle of the wool-yarn, 31314|Then her heart stood still. 31314|As for herself, a tear began 31314|To her eyes of brown and glossy. 31314|And she thought, as she stood up, "Perhaps 31314|I am going to throw this wool 31314|Into the sea; and thus 31314|I shall cleanse my bosom." 31314|Then she spoke in a sad voice: 31314|"Oh, God, I know, my children, 31314|Of Thy will the power is; 31314|In my hand doth hold this wool, 31314|And the good Lord of heaven 31314|Hath thus cleansed my body." 31314|But the children saw not this, 31314|And asked her why she shed it. 31314|But the mother, with tears upon 31314|Her cheeks, answered, "Because 31314|I was praying to the Holy 31314|One there, who rules above. 31314|When the sun is shining, 31314|And the night is gone away, 31314|And the sweet voice of the angels 31314|Breathes the music of praise, 31314|I am standing there in my 31314|Hollow nest in the window, 31314|Looking up at the pure sky. 31314|And the voice of prayer and praise, ======================================== SAMPLE 17020 ======================================== 1471|That he, thy first-born, thy God in heaven, 1471|Wrought the full world of things, with breath, 1471|With soul, and body's fire, and blood, 1471|The world with the life of the earth: 1471|The world with the deathless life of thee, 1471|The world, which the new-made worlds up-bear 1471|And the old-climbing ones up-bend. 1471|O Life unspoiled, O dying! 1471|I lay my heart and cheek, 1471|Like a rose-flush, on that lady's neck, 1471|Her face had the life of death. 1471|I was very proud, but that lady-- 1471|I knew there was nought else in it, 1471|Had I been more proud, I know, 1471|Or had a higher pride in sight; 1471|But she was quite new-made. 1471|I was very proud as I lay 1471|In my new-made beauty, 1471|To think of the world I had made 1471|In the old-making flesh, 1471|And the world the world should lose me if 1471|I could think of the old! 1471|I am not proud, for I have set 1471|All these new-made beauties 1471|To my memory as the flower 1471|Of my life, the flower of my beauty. 1471|Nor is I proud to be dead, 1471|And in the world and its ways. 1471|But I am not proud that I live, 1471|Though I am made of the flesh, 1471|And have life, and all the powers: 1471|Life, the spirit, the life of the old 1471|And the world, the old-making flesh. 1471|'Twere not in pride to be dead, 1471|For the world will not remember 1471|Who is king now, or whom 1471|For once is set in the places, 1471|The places of the kings. 1471|And yet I am not crownless 1471|As the proud-maidens be, 1471|Though I am not crownless, that is true, 1471|And have all things in worth, 1471|And the world will honour me to-day, 1471|For I shall be honoured to-day 1471|With life-gifts and death-forgifts and death-deeds, 1471|With the gifts and the death-fruits. 1471|If I had lived when she smiled, 1471|As I live, that smile of hers, 1471|And had died as the slave dies, 1471|A thousand years hence, by and by, 1471|I would not now be dead; 1471|I have a life of labour, 1471|As I have a deathless life; 1471|And I live, for in my life the life 1471|Of the poor is the life, that lives; 1471|And in my life, if I live right, 1471|I die before I die. 1471|But this poor life is the slave's, 1471|The master's life's the master's; 1471|And this poor life is shame and care, 1471|And this poor life is despair. 1471|For if man grow not like the tree, 1471|And take itself of its own, 1471|How can a slave grow great? 1471|For how can the slave's life be high 1471|When the master's life is low? 1471|How do the slave-mothers smite, 1471|And the master's life be smite, 1471|Because 't is because the slave's life 1471|Is low so that it may be free? 1471|--Lo! I am poor and sad and old; 1471|But thou, O Love, art richer. 1471|Thou art so much more, thou art so dear, 1471|More than earth and heaven and sea; 1471|Thou art so strong and thou art so dear, 1471|Love, O Love, for thy poor eyes. 1471|And the poor eyes, O Love, be blind, 1471|Seeing thee so much, and the bright, 1471|Seeing thee so great, needing thee, needing thee, ======================================== SAMPLE 17030 ======================================== 16376|I knew not at first how much it meant to me 16376|To hear 16376|His voice sing, 16376|Tuning his old "Old "Old "I have heard the Voice: 16376|The voice that called us, saying we must not go 16376|Far from "his ear,"-- 16376|But a voice I never heard since, when we came, ah me! 16376|On the trail of Death, and on the trail of Life. 16376|And on the trail of Death, and on the trail 16376|Of Life, and on the trail of Fate. 16376|"You and I are through. How do we care?" I said. 16376|Out in the woods we two had lain, his arm about my knee: 16376|I could hear him laughing from the hemlocks at our feet. 16376|How many times shall I remember that to-night? 16376|In the dark you were going with your head bent low in prayer, 16376|(For there wasn't anything you wanted save the sky, 16376|And you were wearing a penny in your ear while you prayed.) 16376|And I know I was glad you were going out like that. 16376|But now, O now I care. I had the sky to thank 16376|That I lived to weep when you were through praying and dead. 16376|How long--how long--how long have I to wait? . . . 16376|The way's so long . . . long . . . long . . . long . . . long . . . 16376|There's something -- wait, don't tell me! . . . just the night! . . . 16376|The way's so long . . . long . . . long . . . long . . . long . . 16376|The night's so long, and the way's so long, and the sky so blue. 16376|I have lost the way; have lost the night. . . . 16376|(There ain't no rest for me .) . . . 16376|Ah! God! but I understand! . . . 16376|And now, O now I know! . . . the way's so long, the sky's so blue, 16376|I've walked it down, and I've walked it down, and I've walked it down, 16376|And I've walked it down and walked it down. 16376|And now I know! . . . there ain't no rest for me. 16376|And now I say, "Who are you?" and now I say, "I'm God," 16376|And then I know! 16376|And now, O now I say it flat! I know! . . . 16376|I have the sky's blue end before me, and I know the sky. 16376|I have the sky's blue end above me, -- and I've walked it down. 16376|And I know the sky's blue end is blue before I go. 16376|And if I wait to go, and go, until I die, -- 16376|And don't know why! . . . 16376|Why, there's no prayer like going that I've done. 16376|The wind in my face and the sky in my eyes 16376|And the road -- oh, God! . . . 16376|Well, it wasn't always so. . . . 16376|I had heard of the sky, 16376|A little bird sang in the corn, 16376|And I just took everything for granted, 16376|And knew that the sky would clear; 16376|I just rested a moment out of spite, -- 16376|And I took everything for granted. 16376|But it turned out that night 16376|That the sky clear was, was all in a bubble, 16376|And the road was, was all in a flake; 16376|I just tacked a long time on, and I got there 16376|With my head under the road. 16376|Well, it turned out I hadn't lived that night; 16376|And the sky had seemed long to me; 16376|And I thought of other long, long heavens, 16376|And all the stars the night and morning through, 16376|As I went by that road. 16376|And I thought that I had been so long asleep 16376|That I didn't think I'd be up at break of day; 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 17040 ======================================== 1287|As a little maid would sit and sleep 1287|Upon the verdant topmost thorn 1287|Within a lonely garden's shade. 1287|Then from each flower its sweetness ran, 1287|And the rose said, "It is mine to hold!" 1287|While all the rosebuds at the root 1287|Were in the boughs, and in a crowd, 1287|On the verdant earth were lying! 1287|When at last the child should sit and rest, 1287|There was the moon upon the sea; 1287|She shone upon a single clove 1287|Of fern; and over all the sky 1287|Her golden orb the moon was stealing! 1287|But the flowers upon the garden-bed 1287|The sun did not at first behold, 1287|But watched idly without disturbing 1287|That one little flower which lay dormant. 1287|For when he saw that little flower, 1287|Down in her breast the sun would creep, 1287|And at night's earliest hour would stoop, 1287|And to that little flower would say, 1287|"I love thy looks, and all that grow 1287|Round such an image as this are." 1287|How beautiful soever grows, 1287|'Tis always fair and ever young. 1287|The sun now, now he will stay, 1287|And, like the moon, for ever swerve, 1287|Or like the night-sky, swerve away. 1287|When at last he leaves the little flower, 1287|It must out of earth depart; 1287|The sun must, too, have gone, and gone forever: 1287|And the day too, and all its light! 1287|And there the grass and flowers seem, 1287|With little life in them at all, 1287|Grown dimly as the day grows old: 1287|And on the flowers a shade there falls, 1287|And the grass seems still in life. 1287|Yet 'tis of heavenly bowers, and there 1287|It seems a heavenly breath of life, 1287|And all the leaves are full of grace 1287|With heavenly brightness, sweet and strong. 1287|And that is Beauty for a charm! 1287|And thou, fair lady, shalt be there 1287|To watch her life to it, day by day; 1287|And each to the other shall yearn 1287|To tell the secret of his bliss, 1287|In wonder at this happy day! 1287|Ah, would I were at thy side! 1287|My sweet one, do thou now 1287|Help me, my sweet one, to sing! 1287|And with thy loving care 1287|To all my joy and strife! 1287|The sun his glory stole, 1287|And, like a star, his beams 1287|Stirred every tender leaf, 1287|And set the flowers a-tint. 1287|And thus he took his way, 1287|And left me, lovely leaf, 1287|To my grief unknown, 1287|And my heart is now full sad, 1287|For his golden rays to-night 1287|Have made me bright as thou. 1287|How melancholy seem 1287|The night, as I sit here, 1287|And all the clouds appear 1287|Alone and bleak to me. 1287|My sighs are stifled, 1287|And a melancholy sound 1287|Is in every breeze. 1287|The clouds appear 1287|Alone and bleak to me.-- 1287|The sun is not at rest, and the moon is not at sea. 1287|If I could climb to his high place, 1287|As I to the sky's crest, 1287|And I from his high place 1287|Would thus be out of pain! 1287|That I should climb and then 1287|That my feet be caught again! 1287|Then I should be as a bird to the forest-glades! 1287|For if he should soon depart, 1287|And, as 'twere, I in the forest should sink, 1287|That was my happiest hope 1287|That time might bring to an end. 1287|Should I to the forest fly then, 1287|And fly ======================================== SAMPLE 17050 ======================================== 15370|And he had "some more to pay," 15370|So some "some more" he made: 15370|"Some more" the boy declared 15370|To the clerk in fine style, 15370|And a moment later 15370|The cashier made 15370|The boys an offer 15370|Of the boys they made before; 15370|But all the "some more" made 15370|By "some more" was "Some more" 15370|To the boy in fine style. 15370|Now "some more" will do 15370|Until the bellows roar, 15370|And the boy had "some more" made 15370|In two days before, 15370|But some more "some" made 15370|In two days before! 15370|So, his "some more" made 15370|In two days before-- 15370|And "some more" made 15370|In two days before! 15370|The bellows' wind blew down to the yard 15370|And the windies were away: 15370|And with it the big boy's spirit went, 15370|And he left his "little head," 15370|To seek rest on the shore below, 15370|With the boaties and "lads to walk;" 15370|But even as he strove in vain, 15370|To lift his weary head, 15370|The wind sprang up, and it whistled, and it roared, 15370|To ruin this boy's life. 15370|The bellows roared "Boorish!" and the boiler swung, 15370|In the gale the boy lay still: 15370|The big boys all looked up and smiled, 15370|And the wind dropped, and it swept, 15370|Until a sudden, dreadful, cry 15370|Was heard to the shore again. 15370|"O, come back! The boy's gone," they said; "he is, 15370|Oh, come back!" the boy said; 15370|"Oh, come back! The boy is dead; the boat's a wreck; 15370|But I'll win the prize; 15370|Come out, come out, boys, with the boys below-- 15370|The boy is gone. 15370|"There will be a reckoning," they warned, 15370|"The boy will pay the price." 15370|But the wind rose, and smacked the boy dead; 15370|And, "Come out!" the boys all cried. 15370|The bellows died, the big boys rushed to the shore, 15370|"O, come back!" said they, 15370|And they came out, with the boys below 15370|The boy was gone. 15370|Now that he is gone, all that he has left 15370|His "baby spirit" takes no part 15370|In the ways that are dark or bleak, 15370|But in the green, bright world of light 15370|Lives evermore. 15370|I've listened through the night to the rouse 15370|Of the old mill, 15370|I've listened through the night to the thrum 15370|Of waggons, 15370|And I've listened through the quiet street 15370|To the rattle of chains, 15370|But I never dare to go to sleep, 15370|For I never can be 15370|The same old sleepy-headed boy, 15370|Or the boy that he was,--even he 15370|Was a "yeller," and a "yeller." 15370|I've listened through the night to the sound 15370|And the light, 15370|I've listened to "the girl from Gard'n," 15370|My mother's, 15370|And the old-family song,--it's a tune 15370|I've known all through the day! 15370|But I never hear it again. 15370|He's dead and buried,--oh, be it so! 15370|For he had naught of me, 15370|And I never heard from his lips again 15370|One word of "Good-night." 15370|And I never hear from his mouth 15370|One word of "Good-night!" as I listen through 15370|The night to the rattle of chains, 15370|Or to the rattle of wagon wheels, 15370|Singing ======================================== SAMPLE 17060 ======================================== 22803|And now, all the world is in a roar. 22803|The winds are hushed; the leaves make way 22803|For nimble-footed birds to fly. 22803|The lilies glow as the sun is down 22803|And the bright waters leap and leap, 22803|Till with a rush all the hills are stirred 22803|And all the earth is stirred to dance, 22803|The fields are stirred and the seas arise: 22803|The flowers are stirred; the woods are stirred; 22803|And all is stirred with them; 22803|Yet all our world is in a sigh 22803|And all our world as still and cold 22803|As any stone. But what is this 22803|That seems so strange to us? 22803|What is this that flings the world 22803|Away in a puff and flings 22803|The heart full out of the breast, 22803|That sets the stars all at rest 22803|And makes even the wind go still? 22803|The wind blows out of the west, 22803|And the light wind beats and blows, 22803|And blows away all the years 22803|And drives away all the fears. 22803|Out of her breast the years 22803|Rise like pale rose-leaves as tall as hills. 22803|There are a thousand flowers and two hundred years 22803|When the fair city sleeps in the sky of tears, 22803|And the wild winds whistle about her walls; 22803|There are a thousand songs when the nightingales 22803|Sigh in her streets; and her folk, the sons of night, 22803|That wander and sing like wild geese on the air 22803|As she lifts her lips to make her moan, but cease-- 22803|In the silence they mourn, and, dying, whisper how 22803|Her soul is hidden where the moonbeams die. 22803|Where shall I go? 22803|And where? 22803|And where? 22803|There is grief in his eyes and grief in his hair, 22803|And the tears fall on his lips that hold no sighs; 22803|For the love that made him howl, the beauty he loved, 22803|Fades from his life and the world's heart is dead 22803|And forgotten, and he cannot weep, for all-- 22803|Nay, now and then will look and laugh and grieve. 22803|And he, too stricken, who had not the will 22803|To lift a thought, now lies in his lonely bed 22803|And has scarcely time to think his will be wise 22803|Before he must turn from the light that burns. 22803|And they, O my sisters, who have made him not 22803|To be a phantom but an aspect, 22803|They will not know until his withered eye 22803|Flashes for what it never saw so clear. 22803|Ah! where can I sing the world shall be 22803|And the world shall be all worth of me? 22803|For who shall name what the days have been 22803|Without the tears upon their withered faces? 22803|Or who shall name what my soul has been 22803|That has never sought, and never sought again? 22803|"He loved me first, but I will love him last" 22803|"He is great and good and wise"-- 22803|But let it be in a thousand ways, 22803|For never the wise man hears. 22803|"He is sweet and good and wise"-- 22803|But let it be in a thousand ways, 22803|For never the sweet man sees. 22803|"He does not love me because I am false" 22803|"Thou knowest, I am his, 22803|And he loved her first that he might be her knight" 22803|Ah, no, no, for who shall see? 22803|In my days of youth he made me knight, 22803|Said I to him, "I care not, but 22803|Keep thee from thy lady's bed" 22803|And I would have slain thee, he said, 22803|"But thou wert a coward in war, 22803|And from thy sister's I will wed, 22803|And from thy son, forsooth!" 22803|"Thou art like the worm within my ======================================== SAMPLE 17070 ======================================== May thou still be, 2619|Tall and free, 2619|Thou art a child 2619|With myrtle branches, 2619|And you tell me that the sky is bright. 2619|May all that are, 2619|I bear not, 2619|But these two have a tender heart: 2619|May all that are 2619|Youth may leave. 2619|We, too, are children 2619|With tender hearts. 2619|And as when they 2619|Sail on a river, 2619|So in the dark, 2619|Hidden place, 2619|Dream, and have a dream together: 2619|They are like my heart, 2619|Weeping-- 2619|Their faces show no signs of grief: 2619|Ah, with what a longing 2619|Are these two, 2619|With eyes so sad, 2619|Their hands upon each other pressed. 2619|How lovely they, 2619|How pure they 2619|These two! 2619|For every tear shall be filled 2619|With tenderness, 2619|With wonderment. 2619|How lovely they, 2619|How calm they 2619|In their sorrow! 2619|My heart and yours 2619|Will always be 2619|Amid a mist of tears. 2619|And yet we will not part. 2619|Though grief, my love, 2619|Will sometimes arise, 2619|It will soon be past;-- 2619|You and I will dwell side by side. 2619|The moon is in the sea, 2619|The wind is on the lea; 2619|Down by the river side 2619|The yellow bird is singing:-- 2619|I'll come and bring you back 2619|Beautiful and free!-- 2619|You shall no longer sorrow, 2619|For I have taken wings 2619|To where the sunlight falls 2619|On forest, cliff, and cliff, 2619|On mountain and dale; 2619|Where, day by day, 2619|The long, still rays 2619|Fall on a world of mist and shade. 2619|Ah, there the wild geese 2619|Go to and fro, 2619|Chattering their little tunes 2619|Caught in the joys 2619|Of the bird that sings-- 2619|Sing heigh, ho, the dawn lisps 2619|Upon the yellow bee 2619|Underneath the trees. 2619|The wild geese go home again; 2619|The wind at noon 2619|Serves them breakfast, if it sups: 2619|They're all right again-- 2619|We can't go away, you know, 2619|And what will you say? 2619|The kingfisher sits in his nest, 2619|By the side of the stream; 2619|And he waits till the bees, one by one, 2619|Have climbed into the nest. 2619|The kingfisher sits silent and calm, 2619|In the spot where he lies; 2619|His hungry brood will climb into his arms 2619|When they hear from the other side the hush 2619|Of his song and his murmurings. 2619|The kingfisher goes in his flying gown, 2619|At day's beginning to glow: 2619|He has a new dish for his frying: 2619|He flirts with the moon. 2619|The kingfisher sits by a mockingbird 2619|On the bough of a willow tree; 2619|He has found another suitor: 2619|He sings to the air. 2619|The kingfisher sits alone, 2619|Tiptoe on the water's edge, 2619|Lonely, and weary, and calm, 2619|He puffs and he sings; 2619|And he calls for his dusky brood, 2619|When the wind blows warm: 2619|"Flirt, you airly queen, 2619|Lover, and lover too, 2619|Sing, and laugh, and woo, 2619|You'll neither woo nor flout." 2619|The wind blows free, and the kingfisher flies, 2619|Across the sun-bleached sea; ======================================== SAMPLE 17080 ======================================== 18238|And it's not time to go, 18238|And why can't I smile the while you are dreaming? 18238|I can go mad while you are dreaming, 18238|But then you are gone, 18238|You and your words and my own eyes are one. 18238|But then the thoughts that seem 18238|Like shadows that glint 18238|As though the window of some dark room were rolled 18238|To meet the daylight there! 18238|No, then you would not know. 18238|No, you would not know. 18238|That was so long ago; 18238|And you have changed. 18238|You tell me, as I smile, 18238|Like one in dreams, 18238|Do you remember? 18238|I remember when you said 18238|You would never rest. 18238|You knew the years were long, 18238|And you might weep them through; 18238|But then you said, you'd dream all night, 18238|Dream till the dreams were light. 18238|Do you remember? 18238|Do you remember? 18238|No, I say again, 18238|And still it is so! 18238|You said you wished to sleep, 18238|But that the night was long, 18238|And love and longing chased 18238|Like a mad wind away. 18238|Do you remember? 18238|Do you remember? 18238|No, you had a friend!-- 18238|And what friend had I then? 18238|And I dreamed, with eyes a-smile 18238|And fingers wild, 18238|Of a girl who loved and lived 18238|In that house of dream, 18238|And told me there were flowers, 18238|When there were none, 18238|And a hearth, and walls of plaster 18238|And a hearth-stone, 18238|And a door, and only doors 18238|That opened to the sea. 18238|Do you remember? 18238|Do you remember? 18238|My love is sweet. 18238|My love is fair. 18238|My love is shy. 18238|Do you remember, dear, 18238|And I know that I 18238|Am foolish now, though young, 18238|And if I were a child 18238|I'd leave my friends to you; 18238|But I am not a child. 18238|I love what you say-- 18238|For why should I abandon 18238|The joys and feelings 18238|That you think are mine? 18238|And why should I forsake 18238|The world for this? 18238|Have I not known 18238|For a long, long time 18238|Your eyes with tears 18238|Were shining in the sky, 18238|And your lips from time 18238|With all the stories 18238|That you have known? 18238|Do you, when the wind blows 18238|Are it not strange 18238|That the heart so true 18238|And the life you live 18238|Should be passing by 18238|With the winds of the world, 18238|And the sorrows 18238|Of hope and fear? 18238|It seems to me 18238|Those are days of dreaming that bring 18238|A sense of rest, and peace, and rest! 18238|When all around is clear 18238|And the heart feels light 18238|And can laugh and be glad! 18238|Then come I back 18238|To where you linger with your dreams 18238|In the old, old days! 18238|For when once the day is done 18238|You are there, 18238|And all your world of hope 18238|Is a dream of peace! 18238|For life is a weary road 18238|That we wend far afield 18238|Yet never come at all 18238|To the end of the way! 18238|So take my hand in yours! 18238|A little while 18238|And the sun will shine 18238|As it did before 18238|And you will find 18238|Truth is far 18238|From what you learn 18238|In the tales you bring 18238|To the hearts that break. 18238|What cares, what ======================================== SAMPLE 17090 ======================================== I must be free! 31874|The sky is clear and blue as day, 31874|I am ready now to go 31874|Away from here! 31874|I look with cold disdain 31874|On the waste and barren ways, 31874|My love and I. 31874|I see the red fox face 31874|No more before me now 31874|Than a black and twisted snake, 31874|My love and I. 31874|I see him stand, and stare, 31874|Not at me but away 31874|From the land I love so well, 31874|My love and I. 31874|Oh! it's a very fine house, 31874|But I'll soon be a poor pigeon 31874|Oh! and there's a nice little brook 31874|From the water in the valley, 31874|My love and I. 31874|We are going up for a song, 31874|And a cup of tea, 31874|And when we get down we will meet 31874|Up in the sky, 31874|Down in the garden, 31874|And let them pass, but look and listen! 31874|And if you hear me say,-- 31874|Oh! it's the road, and there's a road for me,-- 31874|It means that I am dying to be up there. 31874|But here is an idea: 31874|I see, if a birdie keeps still, 31874|A road in the bushes, and I know a road 31874|To the top of it! 31874|Oh, it's over there in the dark green forest 31874|Where the shadows lie, 31874|It's a road from the roadways of song; 31874|And that makes it full clear, 31874|And whatso stands in its shadow now 31874|Can make a song out of me. 31874|Here's the woods all silent; the dew is on the flowers; come and sing! 31874|They love to hear you sing, and the world's most beautiful spring 31874|Of the love of a song; so you are a worthy visitor, my dear. 31874|And if I had to list to your voice in the silence, I believe 31874|The wind is the spirit of each flower that blossoms on the earth 31874|And the birds are the spirits of man and his thoughts, and they come 31874|At the will of the breeze and the song of a bird. 31874|It's a nice little birdie, a very rare, special little bird, 31874|And his name is Loo-lee; come fill his cage, he wants to play. 31874|He's the kind of little bird that the ladies call Loo-lee, Loo-ee, 31874|And I wish I could imitate him as closely as you do. 31874|I hope you will send a song about him to me, just for this day; 31874|It sounds like a poem; let some other take a song and reproduce 31874|The very best one of its kind; so if you own one, just send it along. 31874|I'm sure you can sing it. 31874|Then please you, do! 31874|I see you can, and will be soon. 31874|Oh, it is a very beautiful little bird, it seems to my thinking, 31874|So you are a gentleman at all times, and I could stand at your door, 31874|If you would be so good as to send me a song, so I could give 31874|Two to one, and get three to none. 31874|Then please you, do! 31874|And I hope you will send me a song, to write the song of the little 31874|bird Loo-lee; Loo-lee; Loo-lee! 31874|And if you like the song, I'll send you one back, if you'll send three 31874|to one, and get three to none. 31874|I have a little sister, too, and she goes every day 31874|To school; it isn't fair, she will say, but that is life's 31874|little rule: 31874|Don't you worry, if it means you have three to one. 31874|Then please you, do! 31874|And I hope at last you'll send me one long song, with lines that're 31874|sweet and ======================================== SAMPLE 17100 ======================================== 20|For his great offence thou by force wert produc'd. 20|Shee'f bless thy Prince, that at his Heart or Brain 20|Thou by his Arts hast producc't us all, 20|So that he bears the Burthen of our Sins 20|In Sin alone, and Sin alone pleaseth! 20|Thus I conclude my Repentance, 20|For as time creeps with sad Gradation, 20|Till now so many Years, scarce in one retent, 20|Have past away, and as they fly, recede; 20|So from thy seed receding Time brings thee 20|A shade more dark then when thou cam'st forth, 20|A change from Aire to Sin one may aver, 20|Which if thou couldst, would make thee hate that grace 20|Thy Fathers Lord did leave unblessed so, 20|His grace, that to be found so glorious 20|In Ethiops Paradise he meant to leave. 20|But as thy Fathers Seed is with the Foe, 20|Thou canst not so with thy great Parent live, 20|Canst not thy primrose Breed by Heav'n inherit 20|That blessing, canst not thine Apple of Cares 20|Prescribed, and God's high command receive, 20|From him forbidden not to take a tull 20|Fraud for thy Part, from a false Parent borrow 20|A borrowed pearl from a deceitful Son? 20|Thus I conclude my Repentance, done 20|Glad for the least of all my Sins, but sad 20|For me, more dreaded since it pleaseth Him 20|Whom I did merits reprieve; though small the 20|Sins that I overpopulate with too great a Charge; 20|Yet from thir total Consequences I frame 20|One little Fable, which to please thee read, 20|Ezekiel, et mocker Amrapaima l. 2. 20|And as He had been down on His Devils couch, 20|And had beginneth to unfold the doom 20|Of those that shall reposing see that God, 20|New come from Babylon, new condemnd, 20|New set asides from Judges Seat, intent 20|To see once more thir Maker, Heav'nly rage 20|Let loose on them, and set them wild again 20|Into the net wherein no coming age 20|Mast shall escape, from wild beasts' hindrances; 20|So Romeo speaked, yet no condemnation 20|Is from his Sin, nor purgatory, 20|Where spirits dark shall to the torment go, 20|Or at the least decay very dim, 20|If they attempt to sail home again 20|From this sad Island, where their course is hurl'd 20|In guileful sort, and mangled in the sail 20|Pent in with stormy blast, or by the Isle 20|Arraignment arriue. If in that Isle 20|Enoch or his brother of the wilderness 20|Durst forth to roam, to see if in truth 20|The Promis'd Kingdom in its reclaimed, 20|Lost Alias, might refresh their Avarice: 20|Or were it any thing but a DESCENDING 20|To seek them under other Suns to come, 20|As if falsely promised: who knows? might well 20|Have they still envied thir day of their Loft, 20|And had still wrong'd them from the inviter home 20|Of CAPERAN and ATHERton, who at noon 20|Had visit'd them, and might with gifts and fair 20|Present them, having from them heard much sound 20|Of ACCARCSE and gracious Saviour hither blown, 20|And many a promise of MESSIAH return'd, 20|Though but from Simon Magus to the book 20|Of Judgment due in due Season due, and duly 20|With solemn fast, they now up mounts sublime 20|With joyful sight, and all the COUNTRIES bold 20|With courteous courteous greetings entertain 20|Him enrapt, and many a WARRANT obtaind 20|Among the band, who all this while in haste 20|Scamp or savage, on the mountain fare, 20|Or creeping in the swamp, and some among 20|THREE snow-white SORTS of beasts, among those herd 20|Which over Capreae feed, and through ======================================== SAMPLE 17110 ======================================== 37371|And I have sung to him from the world's end. 37371|O God, in the deep night's quietness 37371|Somewhere in this place, 37371|Where the lonely moon is hush'd and still, 37371|And the stars are dark and still, 37371|A song--a little song 37371|Of your sweetest, least thing, 37371|How shall He give you light-- 37371|Give you light--the sun? 37371|I shall be still. I shall feel for thine eyes, 37371|Where two great blacknesses in one light rest; 37371|And the soul of the soul of the heart shall burn 37371|In my heart for thine eyes alone. 37371|The night that made us what we are 37371|Is not dead; 37371|It is gone to make us what we are 37371|That are more, 37371|For no one can see or sing or move 37371|Till we wait and wait! 37371|He made us what we are, then let us be 37371|And wait and pray. 37371|I only know 37371|He is not dead. 37371|The song that fills the night with dreams 37371|Is not lost; 37371|The light that is in the eyes and hair 37371|Is not dead. 37371|All loves are born from night. 37371|The night that blinds the stars and locks away 37371|Has not undone, 37371|Nor made the eyes that shine and the hair that swims 37371|Dark or dim. 37371|He did not sleep to bring the spring, 37371|He did not sleep to win; 37371|He woke to call an hour of mirth 37371|And lead a race of power 37371|To give the world its dawn-- 37371|The race that is the race, 37371|The heart that takes the lead, 37371|To win the crown that is won, 37371|By any grace, 37371|All loves are born of night. 37371|If love should know no need 37371|To seek its life through him, 37371|Would it not steal the day from him 37371|And die away, 37371|In him its life to keep? 37371|Let the wild winds shake the leaves 37371|And the forest-boughs reel, 37371|As I pass to the joyous night 37371|To sing in his honour. 37371|If love should not grow chill and grey 37371|To mourn or hide her head 37371|In shame's shadow that hangs so cold 37371|Over thy head, 37371|Would it not still remain the same 37371|With love within it here? 37371|The night that smitingly shakes the wood, 37371|A sound of heavy feet that tread, 37371|As of an altar chant, falls where 37371|The churchyard church-bell clangs, 37371|That none can guess the meaning of 37371|The music that thrills thro'. 37371|There is no room at the end where I 37371|Sink in the old light of the hearth, 37371|And the old love is still the same, 37371|The old love who will not move 37371|From his deep love till I am dead 37371|And there must be no room for me, 37371|For there is no room for me in thee. 37371|There is no room at the end where I 37371|Sink in the old light of the hearth, 37371|And the old love is dead and gone 37371|And there is no room for me in thee, 37371|For there is no room for me in thee. 37371|I would be still, so far away 37371|From thee and thy sweet smile alone, 37371|And nevermore with thee, O Love 37371|That was my heart in Summer time, 37371|I would turn and look on thee, 37371|I would kiss thy hand that lay 37371|In dewy dell in summer time, 37371|I would gaze with thee, close-eyed 37371|In thy sweet face, sweet like a bird's-- 37371|A bird's face,--in the dewy dell 37371|Where thou and thy wild birds meet with rain, 37371| ======================================== SAMPLE 17120 ======================================== 1304|Which I have found, if I remember it, 1304|I can give you a price. 1304|The price, no doubt, is to buy you back my daughter, 1304|But tell me first: 1304|Why do you go the way you did upon your knees? 1304|I know not why, I know it well: 1304|I followed the way I did, and what am I 1304|That I could find you back again? 1304|I will not say, I will not tell. 1304|The price is not so dear that I do not fly you back, 1304|But ask me no more: 1304|If you are wise to go to Rome 1304|I will be first to tell you of that. 1304|I will be first to tell you where it lies 1304|And ask you no more: 1304|If you are wise, and go to Rome, 1304|I will be first to tell you why: 1304|I am old: I am old, and never knew 1304|The sweet, the sour, the chill, the hot at ease: 1304|I never heard it said or seen 1304|That there were people fit to stay at home. 1304|I know the way the world goes on; 1304|They all turn grey and mad: 1304|The great world is no place for me, 1304|I take a passage out of the sun. 1304|When I should wish to dwell at ease, 1304|They will come back again: 1304|I will not brook such trouble, 1304|I have so many enemies now, 1304|These in the streets, and people strange: 1304|I will take a passage out of the sun. 1304|I am not wise enough 1304|To be out of the way of the sun, 1304|So I will take a passage out of him: 1304|Some men have ears that tick, 1304|And I have a tongue that goes a-swing. 1304|I shall not have it all my own; 1304|I cannot stop the sun, 1304|I would not, could I, 1304|You can put out your candle 1304|And see which is the wiser. 1304|I shall find out all about it 1304|If you let me, dear, do: 1304|There's nothing in the world like to it, 1304|It is very nice to have it, 1304|It is very nice indeed to have it, 1304|Especially at noon, 1304|It blows all dark away, 1304|After the sun sets,-- 1304|A long, long dark: 1304|A long, long dark: 1304|But the Moon's all alone, 1304|With her big white eye, 1304|And the stars make a little racket 1304|When they are not seen to shine. 1304|It is nice to be out of the way 1304|Of the sun that comes so slow, 1304|To find out all about it, 1304|To see it rather nearer 1304|And clearer every day. 1304|I shall find out, if I must, 1304|About so much as a ship's bell, 1304|And all about the weather; 1304|I shall know if it is windy 1304|Or clear--then I shall cry: 1304|'O, a sailor dear, 1304|Has kept you all from harm, 1304|And must keep you all from harm.' 1304|If I should run away 1304|(I should never be found), 1304|Old John would find me out and chase me, 1304|And say: 'She is out of sight! 1304|For she is out of mind, 1304|And that comes whenever she goes out.' 1304|I need no stronger proof 1304|Than his temper to show it: 1304|If I were an old sailor, 1304|I could say the same. 1304|It matters not how old I am, 1304|I may tell you how old I am. 1304|I said I needed to be old enough 1304|To look after my household affairs, 1304|And I was sure I can't make them up, 1304|Or anything that would take my fancy: 1304|So I started ======================================== SAMPLE 17130 ======================================== 941|And his fingers are still in his throat. 941|And his hands are at rest, that in his hair 941|Are slack about the edges, where they hang. 941|And he does his work, and he gets his pay; 941|He's not the happiest man standing by. 941|And they call him a bad fellow--he's not. 941|For all his badness he's a good fellow too. 941|And his own child is a little girl, and he 941|Had a son at ten years of age that day; 941|And he loves him as much as he loves his bread. 941|And he thinks how lucky he was to grow 941|To be a good fellow as he did. 941|Then he laughs as he goes in his sleep, 941|And says: "Goodness gracious, it's fine to be good!" 941|And it's all one. He's a good man, too; 941|And his own child, she says, "My father's right!" 941|And I always think as I see him do 941|And see him pass for what he has been, 941|It's the man of his kind 941|That is made good as he moves on the earth. 941|Now let me tell you of a man who had a wife, 941|And when that man came to be of age 941|He went out with strangers to his room 941|And sat him down upon the floor 941|And prayed that God would make him good. 941|I had an old man living 941|That had a little house 941|That he called his own house; 941|It was built upon a mound 941|That was only six feet high; 941|And he set a thorn tree up 941|Outside the door outside the door, 941|And never did a single thing 941|But helped his old man up and take 941|Coffin or little toy or toy or toy or toy, 941|If it was wrapped himself or wrapped, 941|And then, if he had one, he'd take it out 941|And make it well with grass or with wood; 941|Or he'd go and light the fire 941|And help to light the house on fire. 941|Yes, his old man lived and worked 941|A manly old life to the end; 941|And when he could not eat or sleep, 941|He thought of some old time of play 941|He used to have when he was a boy, 941|With her who sat at the end of the table 941|And played with the little boys at the door." 941|"And then he laughed as he said this, 941|And seemed to think in a merry way-- 941|As he was laughing, it broke the heart 941|Of the old man from his eyes and face: 941|And the old man, when he saw it so, 941|That he, the child, should be at the end. 941|"And as he sat in the porch and looked 941|Down at his own house and the little floor, 941|He'd see his very own grave, 941|And laugh with the old man who made it, 941|To see it so unkempt and bare. 941|"He thought: 'Had I but lived to be 941|A child, as I'm a man, I might 941|Have looked on the good days and played 941|Upon the green, with a merry face, 941|And a little bit of money, too.' 941|And then he was sad to the last 941|And made the plaint to God on high. 941|"And when they came in their morning, 941|And found his grave and his boyhood through, 941|They said: 'He is not here 941|As we were taught, but for whom we may 941|Lend the light of our laughter to the world, 941|And make his boyhood bloom anew. 941|"And ever he said, 'I'll go with them!' 941|And he did go with them; and they 941|Were happy and glad, and gladder still 941|When they heard that he was sad; 941| ======================================== SAMPLE 17140 ======================================== 8187|To his drowsy wife; 8187|When the sun that day came out, 8187|Thou hadst been busy sewing 8187|Some gown for her the dead. 8187|And, as thy busy hands are, 8187|They've left thy darling hours 8187|Short, idle hours of pleasure, 8187|Tho' the sun that night came out. 8187|'Twas a summer eve, and soft the breeze 8187|Whispered to trees that flowers in shade 8187|From every branch its spicy perfume sent, 8187|And o'er some old, moss-covered rock 8187|Like a fairy, crystal, giddy child 8187|Rode as if to that enchanted place, 8187|Where, like some enchanted child, he danced 8187|Soft as the moonlight o'er the waves, 8187|And sang so magic a psalm as now 8187|I seem to feel him near me near, 8187|The music of which now dies away, 8187|For the voice of Nature sounds no more, 8187|And the bright, magic form I see 8187|Is that of the young warrior's bride-- 8187|That of the young warrior's bride! 8187|Hark! hark! there is music now! 8187|Wandering the green hills of France, 8187|O'er which all the roses blow, 8187|Or, if not so sweet, fair. 8187|'Tis the wild and far-off wind 8187|That has been haunting mine, 8187|Making me ride the mountain ways 8187|So strangely through the valleys wild. 8187|"Why run on so?" 8187|What tho' the river winds between, 8187|Why run on so? 8187|The sun sinks higher and higher; 8187|The sun is dying with the morn, 8187|And only shows the evening sky 8187|The proud, sad-lidded watcher of the earth 8187|Who watches day of thee, friend of man. 8187|Why run on so? 8187|I see the clouds so stately float 8187|Above the clouds that veil the skies, 8187|In the blue twilight, o'er the hill 8187|And through the valley, by the sea; 8187|But thy smile breaks them not away, 8187|Thy eyes have their charm for all the view; 8187|And now the evening mists go by, 8187|And all is still again. 8187|Oh, you that are too fair 8187|To die have known 8187|The triumphs death can bring, 8187|And the tears that follow after. 8187|Who ever saw 8187|A scene quite like this? 8187|See how a rose, 8187|So gay, now folded close, 8187|The shadow of whose leaves hath cast 8187|Seems to disappear too! 8187|A moment, when the flowery bow, 8187|The summer breeze, 8187|All wild and gay, 8187|Blushes red! 8187|A moment, when the leafy screen 8187|Of trees,-- 8187|And bright, now in our sight, 8187|And soft--is folded in the shade 8187|Of some old pine! 8187|A moment, when the sun, like God 8187|In glory, shines on thee, 8187|And now--is going down, 8187|And now--is rising in the sky, 8187|And now the darkness hides the light, 8187|And now--is not done! 8187|Oh, the sweet thought 8187|Is all I have to speak:-- 8187|Oh, my love's bright eye 8187|Shall light 8187|More light 8187|For me to-morrow! 8187|Come, my love and care-- 8187|Come, and let us sleep 8187|Where the young lily sleeps, 8187|And the roses blow! 8187|Sleep, my love and care-- 8187|Come, and guard us well 8187|From the coming sun 8187|While the flowers of spring 8187|Are sweet on the tree. 8187|Sweet is the sigh 8187|That falls on her ear, 8187|And the smile ======================================== SAMPLE 17150 ======================================== 24280|I'd be a god, or he'd be but a man, 24280|And if my love were near, 'twould lighten me 24280|With hope, and make me think I could not please 24280|Thee to such bliss. Wouldst thou with my name 24280|Accuse me, what I did in regard for thee 24280|Had not been done for thee? I was no wretch 24280|To dream of loving, but a man, to say 24280|Thy mind was good and my own: I did not blush, 24280|Nor blush for so much grace in saying thy love-- 24280|If that is love at all in heaven or hell 24280|When all is here and while the worm is still. 24280|I felt her body, as I felt the air 24280|Close over us, and all things round about, 24280|Seem with an unaccustomed brightness fraught; 24280|I could not feel the earth's dark fissure near, 24280|And therefore, as a boy, the air thereon 24280|Seemed more like marble and more like glass, 24280|And yet I thought all good, and then her soul, 24280|By which I might all good upon her come, 24280|Was all at once confessed as heaven's own; 24280|It was as if the whole world smiled upon, 24280|And made my heart and I the whole world near." 24280|"So do I call upon the gods to make 24280|That light which now above in heaven doth shine; 24280|And yet, when I am lying on the ground 24280|In slumber, thou wilt not smile, even when I moan 24280|And all thy tears are in my bosom flowing. 24280|Do but these tears, O man, then fall upon 24280|This bosom, and then all the world, my darling, 24280|Will seem a thing which pity hath not made." 24280|Then, trembling, he awoke, and rose upon 24280|The couch, trembling less because he felt 24280|That he was awake than conscious he was there. 24280|"O my beloved, whom I, by night and day, 24280|Pursue, all, all, all, all, all, all, all, all! 24280|But yet for this, a day, a week, a year! 24280|A day, a world in a moment of sun! 24280|Dear angel, so beloved!"--and a sigh 24280|Of very utterance, which, a little breath 24280|Of sweet and passionate passion mixed, 24280|Ran o'er the beauty which he lay beside; 24280|For now the day upon her threshold came, 24280|And soon, to him, all life, all motion, ceased. 24280|He rose, and with a trembling hand besought 24280|The light of heaven which then was shining by; 24280|But it alone was there, and, when the light 24280|Rose into the firmament, she rose with him. 24280|Then, in her sleep, the sweetest silence came, 24280|And the sweet air, with the sound that fell 24280|From the high heavens overhead, had ceased to sound 24280|In all its sweetness, like music sweetened 24280|By dreams; and then a moment's lightest ray 24280|Of beauty stole into her sleeping eyes, 24280|And there, with a faint recollection, 24280|Felt life and sense and life again, and waked. 24280|Her lips, all warm and wet, she breathed again 24280|With that best fragrance andest comfort, 24280|And kissed him again, and sighed a sigh 24280|Of purest passion,--"Oh, bless my life! 24280|Thy life, dear angel, so beloved!" 24280|And then she rose up from the couch she lay 24280|With the most soft and lovely looking eyes. 24280|There was in her a faint but certain change, 24280|And she seemed to be coming in a dream, 24280|As a vision, whereof, one night, she shared. 24280|And that small, dim thing lay down beside her, 24280|So like a god, which, sleeping, had been brought 24280|By the God's hand down, from the heavens there, 24280|On its ======================================== SAMPLE 17160 ======================================== 1365|And all that is or is not, 1365|Has had its birth and passion, 1365|But is but a word that's dropped 1365|Into an ever-dropping mass;-- 1365|Or, if a word there should be 1365|That would be spoken in the language 1365|Of a living soul, and change it; 1365|Just a drop in water, 1365|Shall be written with my name. 1365|No wonder to the children, 1365|So many years have gone by, 1365|I have learned to wait and see, 1365|And believe all that is said. 1365|We have all of us some little children, 1365|The sweetest ones are the children's children; 1365|When they are in their happiest mood, 1365|The sweetest children are the children's children; 1365|For they, the young children, can be 1365|In their warmest spirits, most engaged 1365|With the life that is to be, 1365|And most the life to come. 1365|So the days go by, in their playtime 1365|And their sunny hours, of sunny days, 1365|With their songs and laughter; 1365|To them some little children come, 1365|With their sweetest faces, 1365|And, in their gentle hearts, they know 1365|The heart that loves them. 1365|And then, the hours of darkness come round them 1365|In the twilight of their sunny hours; 1365|They know not what they do, for, ever 1365|That they had been always; 1365|But, at night, they sleep away it 1365|With the memory of their sweetest faces. 1365|That is a little child, 1365|In her golden slippers, 1365|With a smile on her lips, 1365|And a word to me 1365|In her gentle voice: 1365|Could she but remember 1365|What so always was! 1365|And the sweet voice is answered:-- 1365|That we were like her mother, 1365|In the golden slippers 1365|With a smile on her lips, 1365|And a word to me 1365|In her gentle voice: 1365|But the child's eyes they are opened, 1365|And the memories are awakened; 1365|And now, as I gaze on her, I know 1365|We are sisters. 1365|And we play together in fairy lands, 1365|And in a great green forest there do stand 1365|Twin sisters, the sweet little Mary May 1365|And her delicate little Mary No, 1365|And they have got such fondest hopes and dreams 1365|Of the happiness they shall not see, 1365|That they have bought a wagon and driven 1365|To the pleasant, leafy country of the loam 1365|In the early morning, when the sun 1365|Gleams from the blue hills overhead. 1365|And we sit and play, and often go 1365|Awaiting that familiar sound, 1365|And I see our Mary's golden hair 1365|Glittering in the beams of the sun, 1365|And I see the tender circles there 1365|Round the little white hands she holds, 1365|But I cannot tell for certain which are best, 1365|And which is sweeter,--all, all are sweet, 1365|And all are alike in heaven above. 1365|But she is so tender, and the same 1365|Is my Mary No, so tender too, 1365|And I do not know which was sweeter, all, 1365|And which is lovelier, all, all are sweet. 1365|And we say to one another, as we stand, 1365|"Than the whole wide earth will serve but one!" 1365|And, although our souls might seem to glow 1365|With the same gladness ours, which we confess, 1365|The truth is I do not know which were sweeter. 1365|But she is so tender, and the same 1365|Is my Mary No. so tender too, 1365|And I do not know which were fine, sweetest, 1365|And which was lefevers, all, all are sweet, 1365|And all are like ======================================== SAMPLE 17170 ======================================== 1365|With a long and languid countenance, 1365|The heart of an old man. 1365|He sat there in his chair, and watched 1365|The dazed eyes of the old man. 1365|O'er him, in his hand, in its girth, 1365|He saw the sword of God. 1365|In his chair, he watched it, and wrote, 1365|A long and stony line; 1365|And over and over he watched it, 1365|And ever again he saw 1365|The inscription on the sword of God 1365|Across the midnight sea. 1365|And he wrote it with his fingers, 1365|And folded his arms across his chest, 1365|And looked awry and cried, A sign, 1365|Awful as any prayer! 1365|And his eyes were full of sleep and sleep; 1365|He said no more word, but slowly 1365|The old man stretched his hand, 1365|And the sword of God was laid at his feet! 1365|Then I am going into the forest, 1365|And the sweet birds will make a merry cheer, 1365|And the old man will speak to me in dreams, 1365|And sometimes he will say, "O my son, 1365|What hast thou done lately?" 1365|Then I am going into the forest, 1365|And the red deer in the meadows will play, 1365|And the little birds, and the merry rills, 1365|Will sing songs for me in the green leaves spread; 1365|And the great fowl that fly up to the sky 1365|Will bring me baskets, and send them to me down. 1365|But the greatest part of all I am going into the forest; 1365|I will not hear the noise of the world at all, 1365|And I will be very calm to-night. 1365|O Death, so often thoughtless of your life! 1365|O Death, so often false of sorrow! 1365|And how may he come to me 1365|At last, who has betrayed me? 1365|Thou canst not come! The dead, their days of glory 1365|And peace are past and gone; 1365|And the face of the everlasting sun 1365|Looks down upon their dust. 1365|O Death! They feel thee at last! 1365|But all in vain thy tears! 1365|They have but given away their dust, 1365|And thy soul must still be 1365|Entered without key into that dark house, 1365|Where the dead lie in repose. 1365|They have no resting-place or resting-place; 1365|They need not weep, nor sigh, 1365|Nor with flowers their hair array. 1365|No flower from out their dust may spring, 1365|The sweet dew of Heaven still is upon them! 1365|And when they kneel before thee 1365|Their very dust, each sorrowing, 1365|Is with grief and terror mingled. 1365|Death, thou knowest that I weep! 1365|And for whom thou dost bear down 1365|The everlasting tears of the mourners 1365|I think thou wilt come down 1365|To take away the bitter tears 1365|And the pain of our sorrow. 1365|The poor are all alone, 1365|Without light, without shelter, 1365|In their dwellings, as we! 1365|They have no shelter other 1365|Than this darkness of darkness, 1365|Without light, without rest. 1365|And there is nothing there 1365|But the night, without light, 1365|Without sound, save of the night-owl's cry, 1365|Or the night-bat's low shriek, 1365|Nor sound of a sound more, 1365|For the sorrowers die without hope, 1365|In their beds, and about their beds. 1365|And they sleep not, and sleep not: 1365|The sky grows dark and dark 1365|That the morn's light shone upon them! 1365|Thus is it not above, 1365|But underneath the dead, 1365|In the deep grave of the dead, 1365|In the place of quiet darkness, 1365|There the night-m ======================================== SAMPLE 17180 ======================================== 19221|But for the time his soul was in his body dead. 19221|But the next moment he awoke from his dream, 19221|For like a flash his limbs were lifted and thrown 19221|Away; and with him all the other shades 19221|And spirits that drank at the Fountain of Youth 19221|In the cisterns of eternal youthfulness, 19221|Was drowned in a flood of pain and despair. 19221|'Twas the great, blessed Easter. Now he woke, 19221|With the fresh-stirred heart of youth and the bloom 19221|Of his youth-spangled hair, which yet hung about 19221|Like a wreath of wintry mist before him. 19221|To the water he reached with a joyous leap; 19221|The stream ran red with the blood of his side; 19221|And a moment ere he could reach the banks 19221|He saw the face of his love, whom himself 19221|He had seen a fleeting moment of gleam 19221|In that Fountain of Youth. 19221|And now he came through the woodland paths, 19221|With many a curse about his brow, 19221|His locks bound with a thousand thorns 19221|That stung against his bosom like a snake's 19221|Grim-bite through a desert. Where he went 19221|Dire was the glare of his broad laurel crown. 19221|And like the sunshine on a troubled sea, 19221|The golden glories of his flowing dress 19221|Sank and were drowned in ages of the past. 19221|So, as he crossed the dank, yawning brook, 19221|A curse upon his sweetheart he threw 19221|To the fated that their lot had in store 19221|From the last of creation. Not to him 19221|Was the future spared, in the haunts of men 19221|Scarce a living creature; all his heart 19221|Was torn with the past, and the waste he trod. 19221|And thus he sang, as he plunged through the glades 19221|In a giddy gait that seemed the love of earth; 19221|And some would have consigned him the common lot 19221|Of verminousness, that double-faced night! 19221|But, like Cain, in a jealous pride, he tried 19221|To over-master his pains; while he turned pale 19221|At the sight of his fair one, as he lay 19221|Deadously oppressed, and faint through her wile. 19221|'O then I see,' he thought, 'the wretched slave 19221|Of a vain love, by whom a little good 19221|Is worth a world of evil! O my Love, 19221|My heart, my heart's delight! how can I be blest 19221|If thou stay'st in the vale of Despair, 19221|Where thorns and thunders terrible are made? 19221|'Yet thou shalt surely slumber in the grave 19221|Of the false gods that thee and thine hast built; 19221|For thou thy servitude wilt shortly see, 19221|If thy heart then take up the heavy rod, 19221|That neither thou and thine hast left to call 19221|Them fair Astræa, and make sad thy fame. 19221|'For I would have thee know, what time thou go'st 19221|To wed the mountain-nymph, Astræa, the fair, 19221|And in the sacred grove to sacrifice 19221|The only goat that yet was born in Ida 19221|Thou hast the power, O Homer, the power 19221|To make what thou hast wrought more fair and fair 19221|Than all the world beside. Go then with me; 19221|I will undo thy bane with mine own power 19221|And will.' Therewith he disappeared; and he 19221|Left the fair grove, and took the fatal gift 19221|Betwixt his thumb and his middle finger; 19221|Which he upward set to his songster's lip, 19221|To tremble when he sung or when he sighed; 19221|But when he went to bed he shook it down 19221|With that which grew on Ida's headland; thus 19221|He shook it down for six long months and winters, 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 17190 ======================================== 18238|When the leaves are dead and the birds are home above. 18238|So let the sun and sky say to me, "Hush," for thy sake! 18238|And let earth answer, "Oh, hush!" and the winds say "ho!" 18238|And let it be said that "I have found a place in thy heart," 18238|And that "I shall sit in thy seat, and my feet, all my own, 18238|Shall be the nest of the sun, and the song be born of the year." 18238|The sun may shine on the flowers; the sun may tread 18238|The green waves of May; but I'll be ever the nestling of snow. 18238|O snow-white heart of the woods and wilds! O snow-white nestling! 18238|O little blue wings floating on the summer breeze, 18238|'Neath the feet of your mother the golden clouds lie. 18238|O little blue eyes shining above her--why dost thou grieve? 18238|Why dost thou look back on long hours of sweet laughter and tears? 18238|Thou shalt wake up next springtime, fair and happy and warm, 18238|With a heart of wool, and a song to sing as thy mother sits by 18238|The side of the river, white, laughing, laughing, laughing. 18238|If I saw a shadow on a stream, 18238|Winding toward earth with the noon, 18238|I would turn with a sudden fear 18238|From the ghost to the shadow's fright 18238|That holds my heart captive so. 18238|To loose my hold, would I fear the shadow, 18238|Lest it come with a reach of pain 18238|And drag me, winging, from thee, my own, 18238|Down paths of woe or of pity? 18238|O sweet heart! my heart turns to thee, 18238|Looking on things below; 18238|Tears flow and glisten in my eyes, 18238|But my life grows not old nor old. 18238|I am the bird thou hast named, 18238|The nest where in thy heart doth rest 18238|All the treasures of thy sky, 18238|And all the dreams o'er all 18238|That haunt thy nest at noon, 18238|For life, for love, for the love thou hast, thou hast, 18238|And this life's sorrow and all its gladness. 18238|The blackbird sings in the boughs, 18238|The wild-weed shakes in the breeze, 18238|The wind laughs through the violets, 18238|The red sun quivers by. 18238|The little cloudlets twine 18238|Around the hills in a wreath, 18238|And the skies are a dream-hushed place, 18238|And the air is a sleep. 18238|A little cloudlet stirs 18238|In the west where the sun is warm, 18238|And a wild rose trembles yet 18238|In the garden of the west, 18238|Where the blue-bell and the yellow-bill 18238|Clasp in fond, clinging embrace. 18238|The night is a wild-rose 18238|Whose fragrance sweet is the soul. 18238|The days that have sped by 18238|Are but flowers to the wild-rose, 18238|Who lives in the heart of all. 18238|The days that have sped by 18238|Have left their crimson seed 18238|And spread their golden bloom 18238|On the green ground of the west. 18238|And now they are over, 18238|And the spring-time is won; 18238|The golden-rod is blown, 18238|And the roses bound their banks. 18238|The old years fly, and the young 18238|Are here with their hearts' good cheer; 18238|Then let us be glad and come, 18238|With souls renewed unto us. 18238|The days that have sped by, 18238|They have laid their crimson seed, 18238|And the rose in the garden of the west 18238|Hath bloomed for evermore. 18238|O Spring!--the heart of a lover, 18238|Hail to thee, sweet Spring-wind! 18238|The day is all of thee; 18238|The wild-rose bough ======================================== SAMPLE 17200 ======================================== 8187|_And in these dreams my fancy flew between 8187|A picture and a language--an image 8187|Which--'twas a form--a voice--a shape, a song; 8187|But it itself was all that was in me. 8187|_The form was _the_ form of one I loved,-- 8187|And in each other's _that_ I could confess; 8187|_This_ I confessed--_that_ I felt, and _that_ 8187|I felt and felt not _that_ nor _that_ alone-- 8187|We were _both_ in _both_--a longing, a bliss._ 8187|Then, as each thought came flooding thro' each 8187|Ears, the image grew more like the speech 8187|That it was speaking--and it spoke the words 8187|It was ever wont to speak; and each 8187|Around me seemed the whole of Nature's 8187|Innumerable poets, heroes, swains, 8187|Climbing to heights of super-gladness 8187|And exulting as they poured in song. 8187|_Each_ felt a joy supreme in the vast 8187|And beautiful universe of feeling-- 8187|The _one_ felt it,--the _one_ received it, 8187|And so it ran on, till the mighty flood 8187|Of melody ran swelling o'er in all 8187|The infinite of Nature--an ocean 8187|Of harmony--full--beautiful--bright; 8187|And while that harmony rang out to us 8187|As from the very source, and yet grew more, 8187|We seemed the very atoms of it all. 8187|I was the voice--I heard that infinite sound; 8187|And that, the while, the song was not at all 8187|Thin as when first _I heard_ it--a sound 8187|As delicate--as a maiden's voice, 8187|That takes to sweetly--succeeds the voice, 8187|For ever, when it's known. 8187|_This_ was but a dream; 8187|For the bright harp in my hands, at that moment, 8187|Woke to a lively sound that told of _us_; 8187|And the image of me, in that dream, 8187|Was all that _was_ of woman, that last glow 8187|Of passion, wherewith _we_ were _together_ 8187|In the same universe as we are now; 8187|And that I _could not_ see, but but felt 8187|That the whole world, all around us, knew it 8187|And was o'er us, as all _then_ did know. 8187|And tho' the dream was not real, so far 8187|Its sense of sweetness was beyond belief, 8187|That--in spite of shyness--I could almost 8187|Feel myself _touched_ by its sweetness--as soon 8187|As I felt _touched_--I _would_ love it _more_-- 8187|It was as if Love breathed in, thro' me, 8187|All its life in one sweet, deep-mellowed sigh-- 8187|I have dreamed this dream as often as one 8187|Can believe of that happy month, when first 8187|I heard the harp of Hylas sound, and felt 8187|One sweet, deep pulse beat in its music's scale; 8187|For the sweetest sound in nature is heard 8187|When _two_ are _together_--the _friendship of man_! 8187|Oh, I _could_ love if I loved any man! 8187|But the day came when I could not love one, 8187|Like his whom, years ago, I held in 8187|My arms and felt as if he held my own-- 8187|His, as mine as mine to the last clasp. 8187|I knew, in thinking thus, that I would find 8187|No answer--no certain pathway out of 8187|The world, on which to turn at its will-- 8187|For every thought that came unto my thought 8187|Was like an earthquake from heaven sent down 8187|To shatter that crystal wall that might have 8187|Severed his soul! and so, with heart-stricken 8187|P ======================================== SAMPLE 17210 ======================================== 1382|Of all the gods of the moon; 1382|He saw a man not yet born, 1382|The man to be, or that was meant. 1382|Not in the ways of the world, 1382|As many born are wont, 1382|But where the light of the moon in her face, 1382|And where the shadow of a star, 1382|And where the shadow of the rain. 1382|Not in the ways of the world, 1382|As many born are wont, 1382|But where the light of the world is wont 1382|To show her as she sleeps. 1382|Hath not man, as long to live, 1382|A higher crown than that? 1382|The light, the shadow, the moon 1382|One man has held for ever? 1382|No, no, it cannot be, 1382|For if it can, the man 1382|Was ever born to live 1382|The great light's new delight, 1382|The shadow's old delight. 1382|But if it be not so, 1382|And if the light of the world 1382|Is not the light of life; 1382|Hath not man, as high to rise, 1382|A deeper life than this? 1382|The man was born, the king. 1382|The man who never lies 1382|Hath ruled a starry throne. 1382|The man of the deep and light 1382|Hath rule among the sea. 1382|The man who hath his life 1382|In the dark depths of the night, 1382|And holdeth night in fee, 1382|Hath ruled a sea-bird ever. 1382|Forth from her sunny home, 1382|The queen of the morning-air, 1382|Woman came to me, 1382|And the tears that answered love 1382|Struggled with tears of truth. 1382|She held me as she lay; 1382|They were all mine in that. 1382|I saw her eyes were blue; 1382|I felt them in my blood, 1382|And in my hands. 1382|I looked with the eyes of youth; 1382|I heard them laugh. 1382|I knew the song she sung: 1382|I listened to the music 1382|In my own heart bewailing. 1382|It was like the song 1382|Of some old, lost love, 1382|I knew of long ago; 1382|For I listened to her lyre. 1382|I knew the music as of the winds among the trees; 1382|I could lift my eyes back to her starry brows; 1382|The sight of her lips at my feet made lightnings swift 1382|In my fainting strength. 1382|I rose, I rushed 1382|And rushed from off the ground: 1382|The dark began to stir 1382|As tears were parted: at her feet 1382|The little birds flew past. 1382|Her hair was as the morning of the world 1382|And like the soft light shone her eyes that slept. 1382|And as that light she showed me one short hour, 1382|I grew in grace to love in this wise: 1382|I look in her face 1382|And see a heaven 1382|Over our broken earth; 1382|She is a spirit made to bless, 1382|Saviour of all souls, all years with prayer, and she 1382|Looks in my face 1382|And sees a heaven, 1382|And on the face of my foe I see a God! 1382|I was one of the little birds that sang. 1382|We sang o'er the grass, 1382|Singing, singing, and calling with the singing. 1382|One of the smallest birds, O, the smallest Bird, 1382|What was this which you say of your feet? 1382|They seem to be large, 1382|And to be long, 1382|But how can they be as white as white can be? 1382|Aye, but how can I more than they appear 1382|To be large, and to be long, and to be short; 1382|The length to be short, 1382|And more than short, yet how can they ======================================== SAMPLE 17220 ======================================== 1279|Auld or new, they'll get his right arm, 1279|And, as you go, may shout and swear 1279|They'll never guess a trick like mine! 1279|I'm just a man of common sense, 1279|A little bit of sense at least; 1279|There's nought in Nature I admire 1279|Or Person that I do not esteem. 1279|What can I better do than grin, 1279|While each, like me, a sinner be; 1279|Till I've got a bit of sense, 1279|And let these little louts advanc'd, 1279|Who don't comprehend the law, 1279|Shall soon be proved, for ever so, 1279|But by my wit and reasoning, 1279|By every gain or loss 1279|Which on them what misery may call, 1279|As a judge in the law-room's concerned; 1279|Till some poor fool, who may be me, 1279|Find that my reasoning is wrong, 1279|Shall find it better to cheat me, 1279|Than to obey the law so run. 1279|Then on me, while I give advice, 1279|And am a partner in the joy, 1279|These little fellows are too nimble, 1279|And are too fond of play, 1279|To walk on one leg at even-fall, 1279|When they've lost their hold of it; 1279|Or, to march, they beg they may 1279|Away leab'rous stairs. 1279|What can I do when these delights 1279|To think of are denied me? 1279|How shall I hope to combat, 1279|Should they beg and coax, 1279|With the thought their fancy raises, 1279|That I stand by their pleasures take? 1279|Or e'er my fancy be repell'd, 1279|By some object I approve, 1279|Till by proof I've taught each particle, 1279|That pleasure's law is good. 1279|What can I do, when in despair, 1279|Their pride, their art, their cunning, 1279|To cheat an honest man, who's just 1279|To find to them all light. 1279|Or e'er my conscience give consent 1279|I'm all in favour with them all? 1279|Can a weak man command despair, 1279|And can a wicked man despise? 1279|I'll own to God alone sole Godhead, 1279|And I will dare all to prove it! 1279|When I am at rest, 1279|As now I am, 1279|In sleep I'll lie; 1279|And from MY HEART 1279|I'll draw the breath. 1279|When I wake, 1279|The morn 1279|I see; 1279|And from my HEART 1279|I'll draw the breath. 1279|When noon 1279|Is in the sky, 1279|With SUNNY-CUPBED MOUNTS 1279|I'll dance on high: 1279|And, as I tread, 1279|With HONEY in my ear, 1279|I'll sing, as I 1279|Pass by, 1279|LOVE's merry-men, 1279|Each one a clown, 1279|A merry-making company, 1279|I'll lead them round: 1279|And, as I go, 1279|With HONEY in my ear, 1279|I'll sing them low; 1279|Or, as I fly, 1279|With HONEY in my ear, 1279|We'll fly together fast, 1279|To-night we'll fly together! 1279|When death 1279|Hath seized my breath, 1279|My dear, farewell to life! 1279|No more shall I, 1279|Still gladden me, 1279|With thee with its band of joy, 1279|Than to see thee fly, 1279|That lovely night, 1279|And from thy rosy cheek 1279|And from thy rosy lips; 1279|Ah! what's that to thee, 1279|And what's that to me? 1279|Sweet maids, no more 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 17230 ======================================== 8187|To that last state that nameless life resigns, 8187|And waits for our final meeting's call; 8187|In this last, last, last, the long, long night, 8187|When each new soul who comes along with hope 8187|Is, like our Lord's, to be swallowed up 8187|In Heaven's Great Silence. 8187|The air is still, 8187|The silence deep, 8187|As though the heart 8187|Were closed, and the soul 8187|Were all asleep, 8187|While Time, whose task is done, 8187|Was but begun; 8187|And even the green leaves, 8187|Like buds, that now appear, 8187|Seem lying here and there, 8187|Beneath the light 8187|Of the gay time. 8187|Even in the hall 8187|There seems nought 8187|But endless motion 8187|From all around; 8187|But the music 8187|Of flutes, or violins, 8187|In their old, rude state, 8187|Sound more sweetly now. 8187|Even the green leaves, 8187|Like buds, that now appear, 8187|Seem lying here and there, 8187|And the soft air 8187|Is full of the sound 8187|Of the angels' pipes! 8187|What means youth so oft 8187|(God grant there is none) 8187|To the bright world above, 8187|Who, at forty years, 8187|May be sure, 8187|He ne'er will see again, 8187|As he goes, 8187|The light of the skies 8187|And his youth begin! 8187|Who can foretell the change 8187|That's to come to all, 8187|And all, in short, 8187|When the soul's dawn 8187|Is nought but a night? 8187|When the soul's bright dawn-tide, 8187|Bright is to those, 8187|As with angels, 8187|To all that beheld! 8187|Ah! when that hour, 8187|Where Time to its grave 8187|Holds the clay 8187|Then, as now, 8187|The heart 8187|Is the tomb of the soul. 8187|And the soul, that once 8187|Was in this world 8187|(Though not the same) 8187|Is now on the wing, 8187|And will shortly there 8187|Be born of the clay, 8187|And be thus there 8187|For the light 8187|By this time; 8187|When all, that loved thee, 8187|Like flowers, are dead, 8187|And may all else, that die, 8187|Be banished to the tomb. 8187|'Tis a long and dreary night, 8187|Husht, like the spirit of night; 8187|The winds are still, and the stars 8187|Shed their lingering light; 8187|The night-breeze, that wanders 8187|O'er the dark earth of dew, 8187|Sighs, that are not like tears, 8187|To the murmur of the wave; 8187|And all its sounds are hushed 8187|As on the ear they die away 8187|In the stillness of the night. 8187|Though all's dark, is a cheerful light, 8187|Like the beams shed by that summer-night, 8187|When, at first blush, our life was new, 8187|When light out of darkness came, 8187|And through the darkness, light, like love, 8187|Gleamed in the darkness, love, and shone, 8187|And blazed in death, like the light, which shone. 8187|And 'tis but a cloudy night, 8187|Husht, like the spirit of night; 8187|The flowers, in their bloom, are gay. 8187|The world's a bright dream; 8187|There is no darkness but a night, 8187|Or dream of that, where death and life, 8187|In the same breath, like ray on ray, 8187|And smile in the same dream on heart. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 17240 ======================================== 1855|As an auld cudgel glinting in the breeze; 1855|And there is a smile in her eye, 1855|And a gentle sigh in her voice. 1855|She had been a widow, and as a widow, too, 1855|Had lost her youth's best spirit and heart, 1855|And found the bitter bitter pearl, 1855|And never knew that youth again. 1855|But he, as the wily wind doth fly, 1855|Doth come the last, and the last hour, 1855|And all the light must grow dim where he trod 1855|The earth of his childhood; his heart still beats, 1855|And his spirit must watch o'er the last, 1855|O mother of thousands! 1855|There came a young bride from far Cathay, 1855|And she was a virgin; 1855|And she went in maidenly to the Temple, 1855|That was built in the cloud. 1855|There she sang and she sung, "I am a lovely maiden 1855|In my white garments clad." 1855|Then the lovely young Bridegroom was angry, 1855|And he said to the young bride, 1855|"Now who was the young bride 1855|Who went in maidenly attire to the Temple?" 1855|And the lovely young Bridegroom said 1855|To a young bride in white, 1855|"Now do you know who the lovely young Bride 1855|We, the faithful and the true, 1855|Who were the faithful and the true in the Temple, 1855|In the land of the lovely bride, 1855|For our hearts are the temple and the bride-chamber, 1855|We are the Bridegroom and the Lamb! 1855|"We have come to the bridal, 1855|To the bridal of joy, 1855|To the bridal of joy and gladness, 1855|And to each one of us in the bridal 1855|Daughters of the bride is a child; 1855|And the Bridegroom has said it over, 1855|We are the Bridegroom and the Lamb!" 1855|And the Bridegroom went up in a dream, 1855|And he said to the Bride, 1855|"Who is this man who is coming with his bride 1855|Out from the bridal chamber, 1855|And his shoes are on the stairs!" 1855|And the Bridegroom said, "A true love hath wooed her, 1855|And he is the Bridegroom and the Lamb!" 1855|"Now do you see what a merry maid is she, 1855|And her hair is like the gold!" 1855|"Now do you see what a merry maid art thou, 1855|And wherefore should she be shy?" 1855|"Now have we a merry maid, O Bridegroom, 1855|And we must set her in thy hall! 1855|"She shall dance on the moon, O Lamb, 1855|And she shall sing on the sun; 1855|And she shall walk on the wind, O Bride, 1855|And the forest shall be her bed. 1855|"Her father shall be the Fox, 1855|And her mother shall be the Brood, 1855|And the forest she shall make green, 1855|And the wild things of the forest hear 1855|Her voice's wild voice when she sings. 1855|"And the little things we name: 1855|For Nature is the friend of all, 1855|Nor hath she ever taken ill heed 1855|Of one that went aloft with her. 1855|"She hath never taken ill heed of the Man 1855|That went through the forests alone, 1855|But ever since that time his errand has been 1855|To the dark depths of the forest deep, 1855|And his shoes have stayed on the steep falls, 1855|And he cried out from the mountain's brow, 1855|Thou little maid with the yellow hair, 1855|We have come for a little maiden's hand, 1855|O little maid with the yellow hair. 1855|"Thy garden is well filled with flowers gay, 1855|And a joy to the little maid, 1855|With the lilies in their silvery beds, 1855|And the dais ======================================== SAMPLE 17250 ======================================== 2621|Sitting under a green pomegranate tree, 2621|In a green twilight, where the pale pale 2621|Stands in the soft light of the green pomegranate trees, 2621|Stands like a lady, bending o'er a book of verse 2621|In the light of a summer's evening_. 2621|When the winds and the waters are wild, 2621|And the trees in tumult, 2621|How shall the boy that goes to school 2621|Find the ways of the world? 2621|When the winds and the waters are wild, 2621|And the night is black and loud, 2621|Will the boy that goes to sleep 2621|Find the hours of the day? 2621|When the stormy heavens are bare, 2621|And the seas are white and high, 2621|Where the boy that wakes in the dark, 2621|In a dream forgets his own feet? 2621|See the ways of the world? 2621|All of them lie before me, 2621|Bordering on thy silent towers: 2621|Here where thou standest, the winds are fierce: 2621|Here where thou standest, the sea is vast: 2621|Raving winds are howling by night, 2621|And, in the storms, the deep is mad. 2621|Here where thou standest, the world is bright 2621|With an endless lustre of gold, 2621|And the sky is aye full of light. 2621|Wherefore, O Queen, wilt thou not give 2621|To the boy that goes to school 2621|A golden dream of gladness and light? 2621|Of tender green and golden light, 2621|Of a joyous gladness and light, 2621|As yours, O Queen. 2621|Here, where thou standest, the boys and girls 2621|Come forth, as to a wedding feast: 2621|Each to his childhood's room returns, 2621|A child now, of the coming years. 2621|Ah, the boy grows up! the boy grows up! 2621|With a happy heart and bright, 2621|Brought up in all the gladness 2621|Of sunshine and the golden light; 2621|And a good and gentle man 2621|Comes down from glory's height. 2621|Here the boy comes forth as ever, 2621|An ancient man and gray, 2621|Here, the boys and girls stand up, 2621|As ever, in the golden hours. 2621|A child's delight and a pleasant play: 2621|A pleasant smile,-- 2621|And a child's tale,--and an old one,-- 2621|And the smile of ages three,-- 2621|And a little one that would not smile, 2621|And a little child that would not smile, 2621|And a little child that would not smile. 2621|Here the boy grows up, and over and over 2621|His life outwears: 2621|The world is crowded with the people; 2621|Life is like a race: 2621|The air is full of gladness, 2621|And an endless race: 2621|No man's life is a jesting 2621|And no woman's life is a frown:-- 2621|Life is a strife for place in degree, 2621|A struggle for good in breadth, a strife 2621|For place in right in every degree. 2621|The strife for place in every degree, 2621|The strife for breadth in every use; 2621|The struggle for honor in every use; 2621|The struggle for place in wealth, and now 2621|The struggle for wealth in every use. 2621|For place in all; for freedom,--free; 2621|For wealth,--worthless. 2621|No man's life is a jesting; 2621|It is only half a life; 2621|It is only half a life 2621|And a better life behind, 2621|And a victory that means more than loss, 2621|And the work that must be done. 2621|And now, while you hold the book up 2621|And look at me with such a look, 2621|I ask what you intend to write. 2621|But to you, who stand up there and ======================================== SAMPLE 17260 ======================================== 34762|The mule-trolley comes, then, out and dashes; 34762|With the "l" sounds at the door of the town, 34762|The train winds on, still, with no one to blame, 34762|From its first start to its greatest, grandest, 34762|The "p" sounds at the door of the town. 34762|They tell us that a man must not talk 34762|In a foreign tongue at the door of the town, 34762|But speak plainer, higher language at home, 34762|And the foreign accent must be removed, 34762|That we hear the language of our choice, 34762|Not, in the country that is out of date, 34762|The "l" sounding at the door of the town. 34762|They tell us that a man must not cry 34762|Till it fills up a corner of the town, 34762|But then with a laugh, at the end of the day, 34762|They'll go and tell the "l" and "r" to come, 34762|To the "l" sounding like a sound of thunder, 34762|To the "l" sounding like a sound of straw, 34762|And for crying we'll always say the "l," 34762|The "r" sounding like a bugle blast, 34762|The "l" sounding like a bell or psalm, 34762|The "r" sounding as the voice of a friend, 34762|But the foreign accent is never there, 34762|And the foreign accent never at home, 34762|By the door of the town. 34762|Oh, the "l," the "r," the "h," and "i," 34762|What are they? 34762|A clump of rushes o'erlook'd 34762|Where the wind has swept the path 34762|Of our daily journeyings! 34762|And we hear no call from the village, 34762|'Tis a place of still and quietness-- 34762|Of the beauty of nature and song, 34762|And the love of God. 34762|The green banks of the river-lass, 34762|Where the birds at twilight sing, 34762|Are never wet, and bright, and gray! 34762|I have loved the land that made me, 34762|The mother earth, that sent me 34762|From the homes where I was wandering 34762|To live with you here; 34762|The mountain peaks I have climbed 34762|Where the sunlight meets the sky, 34762|Are never dark to me, 34762|Where the hills look down from the valleys, 34762|Like the eyes of a friend. 34762|For here are the homes of the children, 34762|And in these homes a mother 34762|Who loves to make the children smile, 34762|And say, "I heard it all!" 34762|I am glad to hear this for ever. 34762|I am glad to think a little bird such as mine 34762|Could find a way out of the nests of the cockatoo 34762|And return again to the nests of the cockatoo, 34762|Because she knows that the birds will never find her 34762|Except in this life which is always waiting. 34762|The flowers and the grass and the woods I will leave 34762|When I have gone beyond these earthly things; 34762|And the hills of the West I will come to be used 34762|As gardens for the living by the wayside. 34762|There's a song at midnight, it is the most music-like, 34762|O'er the earth, from the moon, or the stars, or the sea, 34762|That ever the soul of man has heard, 34762|From the church-bell, or the midnight bell, 34762|Than the midnight song of the cockatoo. 34762|It is the music of some enchanted wood, 34762|From the deeps of a dream that has long been asleep; 34762|Some magic wood that still is haunted, 34762|By the breath of the woods and the dreams of the sky. 34762|There is a song at midnight, it is the lonesome song 34762|Of a tired soul, on the brink of ruin, 34762|In the land of hearts and of weary; 34762|For it hears the sound of a weary ======================================== SAMPLE 17270 ======================================== 22229|They say that death, that dread decease, 22229|Hath ne'er come lightly to these, 22229|Ere life's sweet spring hath been o' the clod. 22229|Oh, gentle, kind, sincere, true maid, 22229|(In the world's cheerful light, 22229|Oh, my heart's light and pride and light 22229|Of all that's fair and true!) 22229|For the dearth of you I maun pine, 22229|And the dark waves of death run high, 22229|To the bosom of your loved and lone 22229|To weep and weep together. 22229|For you'll come no more, my dear, 22229|From the lovely hills of home-- 22229|For the rose is sweet to the rue, 22229|But life's bitter to the grave. 22229|For you'll come no more, my dear, 22229|But a cloud is gathering o'er 22229|The fairest of the fairest of all fairest, 22229|And my bosom is growing cold; 22229|And I cry, till the sad stars behold 22229|My soul and tell me that it is fled-- 22229|A cloud is gathering o'er 22229|To weep and weep together, love. 22229|Sweet is the lily when the sun 22229|From his golden reign has left 22229|The star-crowned world below. 22229|But sweetest of all the lilies, seen 22229|By a man's solitary sight, 22229|Is e'en a lily, but better made-- 22229|It yields a lovelier yield. 22229|Then, when the moon its leaves doth drain, 22229|My lilies bloom in the gloom; 22229|And when the earth is bathed in light, 22229|The flowers that hang on it droop. 22229|The maid who is dear to mine heart, 22229|I hope to meet in the skies, 22229|And the maid I shall soon see, 22229|As sweet as her face, will be. 22229|Ah! happy day! when we two met 22229|Close 'twixt thee and me; 22229|For, ere 'twas old time, we met 22229|In my arms and you beside: 22229|Our hearts were heaven's blue-breasted 22229|And heaven's blue were we. 22229|When she with the sun in the skies, 22229|And the bluer light above; 22229|When I with a lover, like light of a star, 22229|Will meet her as the dawn breaks. 22229|Ah! happy morn! when we two met 22229|Close 'twixt thee and me; 22229|But, ere the morn had a balmy perfume, 22229|We met by the sea! 22229|And I will never, never part from thee, 22229|But hold thee as my dear-- 22229|To love thee, like the rose in the evening,-- 22229|For thou art dearer than my life. 22229|There are eyes, where a woman's never; 22229|There are lips to kiss all day, 22229|But they look into her eyes 22229|And she looks at them back again. 22229|There are lips to kiss all day, and there are eyes 22229|That look on the world in an hour, 22229|But they meet the world's cold, fierce, angry glance 22229|And they go on looking still. 22229|There are lips to kiss all day, nor can speak a word 22229|And the way a woman smiles 22229|Is the way a lover must kiss on the cheek, 22229|To make his soul forget. 22229|There are lips to kiss all day, and there are lips 22229|That ever meet in a hour, 22229|But they turn from the cold, silent world to where dawns 22229|The smile of the world-rise. 22229|There are lips to kiss all day, and there are eyes 22229|That are ever on the soul, 22229|But they watch a tear of her life go down the years, 22229|And smile back at the tears. 22229|There are lips to kiss all day, and there are lips 22229|That meet in the light, ======================================== SAMPLE 17280 ======================================== 2130|(He was like some old lion, 2130|As old as the hills, and more so 2130|For the long white mane on his head) 2130|His whole frame grew aflame 2130|And he leapt on all fours to the fight 2130|With his teeth clenched so tight at sight. 2130|But the brave man on the plain 2130|Had lost his breath, and lay aghast; 2130|He fought for his honor, he fought for his life, 2130|He fought for a wife and a child asleep. 2130|In all his body his blood ran cold, 2130|His body heaved like a mountain-cave; 2130|From his head the blood ran down like water, 2130|And from his hands and feet like wood. 2130|"God!" he cried, "Let me be slain for the man 2130|Who has saved the man whom God hath doomed to die!" 2130|Then the first blow fell on the heart of the King, 2130|And the next upon the ear of his wife, 2130|And the third at the hero, 2130|(The man whose heart it pierced to the bones,) 2130|And the hero on the dunghill, 2130|Where he lay with his shield outstretched to save, 2130|And his spear stuck in the manly breast-- 2130|But the blow fell in his hand, and the spear 2130|Had been broken in the hand of the King; 2130|The hand it was forced, and the spear was forced-- 2130|For the King has been stabbed to the soul! 2130|A gasp of honour, a bursting of song! 2130|A strain about the skies, and around! 2130|And more and more there came in view of sight 2130|Of women and children and mothers, 2130|Cavaliers and kinsmen, too, and friends, 2130|And wives and poor widowed women, 2130|And even women,--in even numbers, 2130|With their shrieks of pain and stifled cries, 2130|And cries about the city and in it. 2130|And the King stood up to gaze and to ask, 2130|"Who are these? and why have they come hither? 2130|What dost thou fear, thou brave and noble? 2130|Thy life hangs on thy great and royal pardon!" 2130|Then, with a trembling voice, the King told 2130|All the story to St John--how his friend, 2130|The brave, good Gernando Avalos, 2130|By means of a letter, was sent to him 2130|From Spain (for the man has heard the sound) 2130|To Spain to be condemned and sent to Hell. 2130|"Not for this," said the King, "will I send him 2130|'Spite of my grief to Spain and Death and Hell." 2130|The bitter words were spoken and rejected, 2130|He turned away from his friends in despair, 2130|And left them weeping, for he knew they loved him. 2130|And the Emperor said, that he must give 2130|His Majesty's friend, "the only one 2130|Who had the courage to say, 'I will,' 2130|Of such great honour his country has lent him. 2130|And, if it may be, if, once more and once, 2130|He comes before me, and if a word may speak 2130|Of this man's prisonment, I must know 2130|Where he can go and what will be his fare." 2130|To his wife, who lay in sorrow quite, 2130|The Prince exclaimed that he had come to save 2130|A friend who was his most faithful servant. 2130|And he said to her, while she kissed his brow, 2130|"My friend, I stand the King but in place, 2130|Though he be rich and famous like you. 2130|You cannot hide away at such a time, 2130|And yet be happy; and if your eyes 2130|Are dark, and your heart sickens you so, 2130|You must not say me nay, but hold your tongue, 2130|For you will all be tortured to the bone. 2130|I must go forth in my sovereign power, 2130|And save you, if indeed I may be seen 21 ======================================== SAMPLE 17290 ======================================== 3228|The night is growing and the day is close. The road 3228|Is blocked with shadows and the night winds blow. 3228|And all my senses are straining at the chain - 3228|And all beneath the shadow of that tree. 3228|Oh, would a day might come, and I would be 3228|A child again, when this is over and done; 3228|With music in my heart and a love for you, 3228|Of love as great as ours; and you would look 3228|Down on my face, and smile at me with you. 3228|And we would roam together on the sun-dial, 3228|Playing at races with happy hands and feet, 3228|And we would drink from every liquid vein 3228|The glee-blood of the spring-time o' the world. 3228|And here, beside this shady elm and brown, 3228|Would come one moment, with the evening wind 3228|Sighing o'er me; and the night's deep gloom would fall 3228|Upon her and this lonely wood away. 3228|She would not look--the stars were dark; and then 3228|All darkness and the stars would rise and blow. 3228|But then would come the darkness in the west; 3228|The shadows of the night; and then the wind 3228|Would sigh, and then they'd sing in that red west. 3228|And so would come the night, the darkness and the stars. 3228|It is the season of the rose and rose, 3228|And when the heart is merry, joy is there, 3228|And when the soul is youthful it begins 3228|To dream of love without desire for more. 3228|To us the rose and rose are but in form, 3228|The shadow of a word in a language; 3228|As birds may dream and birds may speak and speak, 3228|So we may dream and speak as they will speak. 3228|All day they wave and wave in magic glee, 3228|Till hearts grow faint, and dreams grow drear, and fears 3228|Break out on sleep's pale eyelids, when a song 3228|Brings naught to heart or lips that would be told. 3228|In vain you tell your love, in vain you pray, 3228|In vain you seek to win a silver tongue; 3228|In vain you seek a perfect word to say, 3228|In vain you seek love's lips to close; 3228|All day on shore you watch and wait the sea, 3228|All day you dream you are alone. 3228|The rose and every rose may seem fair, 3228|But if they don't dance all day in tune 3228|It is a sign they are not long for me 3228|Or they who prate of beauty have not seen 3228|The flowers are long and drowsy of breath, 3228|Saying to one another: "We must come away." 3228|And all night long you try to find a word, 3228|But all the while your heart is weary, weary, tired; 3228|You call and call, but all you hear is night, 3228|And no voice answers to your lonely cry. 3228|All day you think, but at the pale dawn 3228|A lonely bird has floated by 3228|And made a silent song for the stars alone to hear. 3228|Ah, love, what art thou waiting for, 3228|In vain you talk, in vain you pray, 3228|In vain you seek a perfect word to say, 3228|In vain you seek love's lips to close, 3228|The rose grows dim to hide your light 3228|And the moon shines over dead leaves, 3228|And earth is worn and full of gloom, 3228|And over-worn, with sorrow, the heart which breaks for thee. 3228|There is a word for all your sorrows and wrongs, 3228|Love's answer is for all your wantings: 3228|In loving words you have all men's eyes, 3228|The voice of love shall wake the dead, 3228|For the life of all is waiting for you out in the west, 3228|And the heart which breaks for you will never die. 3228|The night is dark, and yet in the dark there are stars, 3228|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 17300 ======================================== 29378|I wish I was a fairy! 29378|I wish I was a butterfly! 29378|The moon looked up from the waters brightly 29378|And spoke in words full of beauty: 29378|"When Mother Nature placed you, there young children, 29378|Within this nest of hers, with her that makes them, 29378|You knew not her so soon to be mother of them, 29378|And never a doubt her of you." 29378|Then she turned to where another small creature 29378|Sat nestling in the sun so bright; 29378|She spoke in words that must have been beautiful, or 29378|Beautiful indeed had you been there. 29378|"O little child, where are you crawling?" 29378|"O, in my nest with the little bird inside of it! 29378|And your mother shall give you food, 29378|For you are the precious and the very best bird 29378|"I have a nest in my mother's grave, 29378|There I will always be safe from harm, 29378|And you shall have your little life of ease. 29378|But I long to see you again and be a living thing 29378|"But little children, wilt thou come with me?" 29378|"I am waiting for thee with anxious longing, 29378|But you are so small, I can not go." 29378|"What must they be that thou dost show me?" 29378|"Of brown sugar drops, of yellow flour, of brown sugar leaves, 29378|And a very little pot for soup." 29378|She threw some little eggs into the shell of the shell 29378|Little Tom saw the moon rise over the sea, 29378|And said, "It is very nice to see the moon, 29378|But he never could see his mother's face, 29378|For she was so tiny, so very tiny! 29378|And Tom said, "I think that we shall go 29378|And see our mother, if we can; 29378|For she is the fairest, and her hair is the whitest." 29378|And little Red Riding Hood put out his hand, 29378|And took the little blanket and the cloak, 29378|And put them on the bank to see if they could rest. 29378|And he thought of them both, and he said, 29378|"It is not far to our dear homes away." 29378|Little Red Riding Hoods little good 29378|Came into their houses and played, 29378|And went about at ease on the grass 29378|To tease and tattle at will, 29378|For the wind blew so loud the people were afraid 29378|The mother could not stay at home again. 29378|So she ran to the hill, to the brook, 29378|And she sang for the children's help; 29378|And she danced along the pathway full soon 29378|To the moon, but the wind made the mother shake 29378|And think that the moon was blowing in the way 29378|The grass blades stir, stir, 29378|Rushing from hill to hill, 29378|Tossing up its heads so long, 29378|All out of the sky. 29378|See, the little grass blades stir, 29378|Toss up its heads so long, 29378|All out of the sky. 29378|Dew and dew, dew and dew, 29378|Rain and rain, never a whit to change, 29378|You will never shed a single tear, 29378|You can throw a tear, no it can't, 29378|Just the same as yesterday. 29378|Rain and dew, dew and dew, 29378|You can shed no tear no more, 29378|You can laugh and jeer for a while, 29378|But we must be still to-morrow. 29378|Now, what can be more strange, 29378|Dew and dew, never a whit to change, 29378|You must shed one tear, no it can't, 29378|Just the same as yesterday? 29378|We've a little boy 29378|With a little brown head, 29378|But what do you think? 29378|He's a piper's son, 29378|With a little little heart! 29378|He can rattle a string; 29378|He's ======================================== SAMPLE 17310 ======================================== 1745|Now, ere to the Earth I lower'd me, I heard 1745|Three angel choirs, in answer to my call, 1745|Sing holy Psalms, in aid of me, my Guide 1745|And All-knowing Believer. As th' three first, 1745|Behold the mightie mightie favour with which 1745|Thou from the Earth thy stay dost shield me borne, 1745|The fourth, at whose well-warie beck I bow. 1745|She closing with her either Hand, the Gate 1745|And Portion of Heaven, drew near, and plac'd 1745|The hand of Glory on thy cheek, and spake: 1745|"Is this, is this Heaven's Gift to mortal wrought?" 1745|Whereat with looks that pitying pitying sight 1745|Trickled tears on thy sad cheeks. Then she turn'd, 1745|And toward the East, where Heaven's bright front 1745| Challeng'd the day, in radiant incorporeal state, 1745|Fairly her figured body cased herself 1745|Withvierrant, and in upright Phrygian lute 1745|Affliction plac'd, with mute assent gave heed 1745|To all who in the absence of her Son 1745|Sailed over Death, and heard her voice in jest: 1745|Till the Sun sunk down, and shadows foul 1745|Of gross Occultures across the Earth were seen. 1745|Meanwhile the other Sons of God, in Bands 1745|Transmitted, sharet the counsel of th' All-powerful, 1745|And with deep deliberation rose; and chose 1745|First of the few, Michael, next of all thir Sons, 1745|To measure back thir lengthy Line of Righteousness 1745|(A deliberation long and serious, due 1745|To the high behest of great Athel) 1745|To far-stretch'd cities, and thir various fate, 1745|Their high Decree: then, banded in Legionary rows 1745|Obedient, headlong rush on battle-field, 1745|Thir potent spell unriddled, and unrolled 1745|Before mine eyes: grim Tyrannos adored 1745|Thir sire, in mangling with warbling Angels pomp 1745|Thir angry amaze; as when with thunder-peal 1745|Through the wide Heaven they pour'd, and shook the solid Earth, 1745|Or scatter'd with horrid Laughter's wings 1745|Thir vast obeisance from the vast abode. 1745|The rest, a few coy Words angelical, 1745|Stood on the firm-set Hill, and to my eyes 1745|Bent evanescent skies. On either hand 1745|Three ample Vaults of brass encircl'd the ground; 1745|And on the top three Clusters of unwieldy Gold, 1745|By Titan join'd and arm'd, with plumes and arms 1745|Imposeive, to express their sovereign might. 1745|With shagg'd Beards and shagged Beards adorn'd 1745|Thir triple Plumes, in wreaths tapering to the eye. 1745|And glittering Rings, well circul't; of Maple wood 1745|Transparent, fitment pure; each Gold Cluster chas'd 1745|With brazen Bore, to utter full disgrace: 1745|Then, with the rest, the Armies of the Most High 1745|Rode onward from the North, where erst they stood 1745|Chariot-wise, with brazen Spears and gleaming Councel 1745|Of War, with glittering Councel of War, 1745|With Gold studded, and with brazen Plumes infus'd: 1745|Conducted on plow'd Ocean many a league 1745|And many a league more, empyreal pomp 1745|Of starrie Armies, empyreal pomp of gold. 1745|In that Celestial Host, the World on Earth 1745|Still held according, but with altered form, 1745|And differing nation, speech, and action: some 1745|In arms, as on Mount Sinai, some as wild 1745|Riverine beasts, by chance on Canaan call'd 1745|Giants, and from thence the Canaanite 1745|Some under ceremonial Law, as are ======================================== SAMPLE 17320 ======================================== 8187|"Who would take the wrong to Heaven 8187|"And be a child again?" 8187|"Why should we fear the foe!" 8187|He said, "our foes are nothing new-- 8187|"What, are they nothing old?-- 8187|"They can't be all that new. 8187|"What do you know they'll do?"-- 8187|"The Devil knows! he might! 8187|"At any rate, we won’t, you know, 8187|"Till, in our dying hour, 8187|"We're going to tell him all 8187|"That's in the olden way." 8187|To say that all the world forswore 8187|In all its joys and woes; 8187|Those moments when our souls, again, 8187|Athwart the portals burst;-- 8187|Then to think that our own hearts 8187|In that great struggle sprang 8187|Achilles' way. 8187|"Go, to the front, and help the bold 8187|"Waving flag of good-will! 8187|"Let but the blue banner wave, 8187|"The foe is soon o'ertaken, 8187|"And then--God knows." 8187|So cried each soldier's heart, to that 8187|Achilles' way. 8187|Yes, 'twas that day that saved our souls,-- 8187|That instant when our guide 8187|(His eyes cast out to meet our eyes) 8187|Looked through his own. 8187|"I'm up!" said he; "the foe is near, 8187|"We stand to lose some trees. 8187|"Our lives, no doubt, must surely be; 8187|"These be no _my_ acres then-- 8187|"The foe _is_ my foe at worst, 8187|"But, if you'll only do the thing, 8187|"You'll save your soul." 8187|'Twas then he turned to leave me thus 8187|And turned again; but no one heeded 8187|His voice that only ran, 8187|And like a lightning flash it lighted 8187|Upon the tree-tops all. 8187|Oh! that the day as well may fall, 8187|The darkest hour of all, 8187|When hearts must give that heart up, 8187|And the great spirit fly. 8187|And if it should be so, I ween 8187|The soul that's there must win, 8187|Or in a flash it'll perish, 8187|And soon, too, will I! 8187|'Tis then I hear the old refrain, 8187|"God lives, and all is well!" 8187|'Twas from the leaf that rose before us, 8187|That woke the maid so bright. 8187|And when a maid too beautiful 8187|And sweet to live without us, 8187|Beheld so bright an image 8187|Shade after shade of time-- 8187|It came, it did,--that dream is in my brain, 8187|And yet no memory of it 8187|Had ever brought relief or mirth to my heart. 8187|When they who are most loved, most loved, 8187|Arose from out the world to call 8187|And bid farewell to the love of their soul. 8187|And with a loving look they looked on the sea, 8187|And the stars that shone far off, 8187|And a smile that made all their sorrows less;-- 8187|And it made my heart swell 8187|O'er moments past, when the hearts of men 8187|With sorrow and sighing grew lighten or fall, 8187|And a light but brief space we could see 8187|On the world's great heart of youth, 8187|And the hopes and dreams that were not to be. 8187|I remember when first young hearts were bound 8187|By love unto love, 8187|That not even one look, 8187|One kiss--one thought 8187|Could turn head or heart--let God but choose! 8187|What love is worth our earth affording! while 8187|We are sure, on earth, that its soul is true, 8187|Yet, with ======================================== SAMPLE 17330 ======================================== May he not live a long, healthy life; 18500|May he not drink pure health's mellowing waters, 18500|And be a blessing to the land, 18500|May he never die--oh happy, happy thing! 18500|When the sweet, blithe Spring air 18500|Shall soothe thy soul to feelings new! 18500|And the green, verdant fields appear, 18500|Where the bee, with all his humours, hie. 18500|And the lark, in high opinion's storm, 18500|Shall in calm contemplation you be; 18500|To watch the Earth's strange, ever-warbled features, 18500|And to catch the sweetest notes that nature lets fall! 18500|But to my sad account, 18500|And to the sorrows of the time, 18500|My labouring heart grew black with care! 18500|For the first time, without a guide, 18500|I wandered forth to view the day. 18500|A face, that had not such e'en seen eyes 18500|For pity's very smiles I sought: 18500|'Tis she, in whose sad and earnest look 18500|I learn the woe that e'er'd work my cure. 18500|She made me feel how far, 18500|For my misfortunes, mine own did err: 18500|And how, when I did gaze on her, 18500|She could be so sad, though meek, so wan. 18500|It was not my despair 18500|That came with that sad sad sight on her; 18500|'Twas her distress, perchance, 18500|Which made her mawkish eyes drop tear by tear. 18500|I saw how she did pale, 18500|With sorrow, which, I own, 18500|I could not understand: 18500|How she did falter, when I did 'd enquire. 18500|She did not speak, but seemed to doff 18500|Her vernaw'ring lip in look or address. 18500|She seemed a waif, 18500|Which some tempestuous day 18500|Had struck with ruin'd wing: 18500|But her, did so opt, did say, 18500|'Twas but the air that scattered the pieces apart! 18500|A few plaintive words, 18500|She thus, did make reply, 18500|To strengthen her, I took her in again. 18500|'Tis my determination, 18500|And steadfast resolution, 18500|That, some time hence, 18500|When her last steps I shall see her take, 18500|I will forget all her failings 18500|In this, my last and happiest note! 18500|So, till that day arrive, 18500|Let mine eyes in sadness well-till reflected shine! 18500|But if, when hopes are flown, 18500|You come to seek me here, 18500|When, in this silent cell, 18500|I must re-sit before her shrine, 18500|With vain tears begone! 18500|Though her last wish be asked, 18500|I must first plight it,--so, here! 18500|My dearest doppelgäng! 18500|I had a little pet-- 18500|'Twas quite a mountain boar, 18500|Of wond'rous shape and marvel, 18500|Fit pet for yon sphere. 18500|Her beauty never dazzled, 18500|Aught she did appear; 18500|My dearest one, she dazzled my eyes 18500|With hues celestial. 18500|'Tis like the glance of beauty, 18500|Kindly and fair, 18500|That meets the eye of kindness 18500|On its way divine. 18500|As nature taught her mistress, 18500|The nurse of life and growth, 18500|Nature to leave alive, 18500|And of her power resign: 18500|Then, when her day of rest is run, 18500|Her vital spirit to renew, 18500|Her vital heart to speed: 18500|So, when it seemed her time was come, 18500|Nature she left a part of her life, 18500|For me to use without alloy: 18500|But never a flattery: 18500|But ======================================== SAMPLE 17340 ======================================== 16452|That his own strength may be more than wonted, 16452|Th' Eumenian Chiefs, and all the host of Greece, 16452|Shall with his vaunting cheer his hope renew 16452|The host, and send him on his army's course. 16452|He said. The Gods, with trembling hearts assayed, 16452|Resentful, answer him the voice divine, 16452|"Oh, that, my father! thou shouldst, by my deeds, 16452|Be deemed the shepherd of the sacred hills, 16452|So shouldst thou stand alone in the supreme throne, 16452|The first in worth, from whom the rest are cull'd 16452|Of all his sons, in many and many a name." 16452|So spake the stormy Sire, and all the heights 16452|In loud commotion shook, while loud did roar 16452|All the deeps at Hermes, but he heard the voice 16452|Of the exalted Father, and his voice 16452|Depicted with more importunity. 16452|So spoke the voice divine, but Hermes, swift 16452|Of foot as lightning, heard the words, and sprang 16452|To his beloved father, and his sire 16452|With pity touched, so that the mighty God 16452|Made answer, and to that immortal sire 16452|Consigned him, sooth-calling said, "Ulysses! 16452|Ah, be with me, for thy servant's sake, my friend! 16452|Thine answer to the voice shall be fulfil'd 16452|Who first has touched the golden wand of Fate. 16452|Hear me, and I will make thine answer clear." 16452|He whispered faint, and all the altars round 16452|He spread, and thus the God with gracious voice 16452|Address'd him, with winged accents all obey'd. 16452|Jove's messenger of influence! I obey 16452|Thy voice, nor fear, but gladly shall I serve 16452|My son, and, being at his hand, my voice 16452|Shall guide him. I will make him swift of foot, 16452|As swift of foot as Mars himself is fleet; 16452|Who, if he be not far remov'd, shall reach 16452|The land of Phœnicia, and their habitation 16452|Where reigns the King of Thracies. There the Gods 16452|The son of Jove, and Juno, shall address 16452|To send him, flying hence, to his own home 16452|Nile, the maid whose smile in days of old 16452|Did all his toils the hero joy'd in much, 16452|And to those friends whose constant love was kind 16452|And safe, and who, with him, the nuptial couch 16452|Attain'd, at his return. Him she shall clasp 16452|Within her arms, and shall be his constant care. 16452|A branch from Oncalæus his mother bore, 16452|The sweetest tree in Lydia. Jove his sire 16452|Gave to Juno, as his father, for a gift, 16452|A bough to Venus by him given also given; 16452|And the other to the Phrygians, when his home 16452|They sought in Iphicles, and the Trojan host 16452|They found before them; thence when Hector press'd 16452|Their town, he found them, and so loudly call'd 16452|Apollo forth, the God of War, to aid 16452|His fleet, that all the neighbouring mountains shook, 16452|And the green forests bade the mountain roar. 16452|Then thus the noble Chief, the King of Heaven, 16452|His suppliant prayer with gladness hearing, said. 16452|Shame on ye all! that ye should be e'er moved 16452|By any earthly force, to make my son 16452|Leave me, but to serve other warriors still. 16452|But this the gift which if your father still 16452|Himself commands, let him, son of Diomede, 16452|Be victor; for I will he procure to them. 16452|He said, and placed Ulysses in his train. 16452|The herald then, the son of Tydeus, led 16452|Through the assemblage of friends, and all ======================================== SAMPLE 17350 ======================================== 29345|To help themselves. 29345|But I knew they knew. 29345|And in the end I only answered his question by saying 29345|They knew. 29345|What? No more? 29345|I was too foolish to believe that they had lost their 29345|belief in his story. 29345|When I told it to him. 29345|When I told him you were telling me the truth. And he 29345|glanced at her, shook his head, and said-- 29345|The old ghost of a woman, he must have seen her 29345|as she was lying, and not to this day. I am sure I 29345|had no idea. 29345|He might have. 29345|And I am afraid it is this same feeling 29345|that's going around. 29345|Well, what is there to be done? 29345|Now how far off is the point if her name's 29345|understood? 29345|If she'll only take the word to her mother and let the 29345|sisters know it's us? 29345|That is better. I told the sisters. 29345|But if you have not heard from her when ten years old, tell 29345|them you are going to, and they've no heart left to save you 29345|from the grave, because you will soon be going away. 29345|She does not speak to us. What if-- 29345|He gave a tug on the cravat. 29345|You are going away. 29345|He has to wait. 29345|He can't be good! 29345|You must be joking. 29345|Look at him in front of her. 29345|He is a wreck. 29345|When they say he doesn't know where to go. His face 29345|is turned away from us when he does. 29345|Why can't he speak then? 29345|He is a wreck. 29345|He won't see what's in front of him. 29345|Why can't he run the track, though? 29345|Can't he jump like an oad, and catch a train without 29345|any help from the engine? 29345|He won't jump like an oad 29345|But he can jump from where he stands to the 29345|air, and that shows he is a wreck. 29345|It isn't the only thing I am sure he hasn't seen 29345|Where she is lying. 29345|Can't he see her? 29345|It's very queer. What would I tell? And if he knows, 29345|There isn't any one else. 29345|She will go to heaven anyhow. 29345|I can stand on any little lad's head 29345|And say: 29345|Don't you know where my baby is, 29345|And not feel the need of telling? 29345|My baby's name is Nell, you know-- 29345|Why can't he speak for Nell? 29345|She doesn't know why the children come to the house, 29345|They have no understanding of what they want to say or 29345|did. 29345|"And if you'll give me a cake, what will my darling be like?" 29345|The one that was speaking was the baby in Nellie's arms. 29345|He had his eyes shut down and his little head was down. 29345|He had his little face stuck up in his hands where he could 29345|not see what was being done. 29345|"And what will Nellie make of it, Nellie, if she sees my 29345|dearness?" 29345|"No, I think she'll understand. 29345|She's going to love you more, she won't ever like anyone 29345|else, and it's going to be all because of _you_. 29345|She's going to be your kind of self, and she'll talk and 29345|kiss you as if you were the man she now is loving." 29345|The children came out of the dark and the room came 29345|back again. 29345|"Who's come here?" asked Nellie, running up to the bed to 29345|see what she could see. 29345|It was her baby; he was holding a book in one 29345|hand, with the other held in his face. ======================================== SAMPLE 17360 ======================================== 9579|But, ah! that light as from a star 9579|Throbs to the breast in us and saith, 9579|"_That he is gone to meet and save!_" 9579|The hour draws near that he must meet 9579|His God-begotten in the field, 9579|The hour has been he never knew 9579|But as a father might and well, 9579|His spirit burning, fain would know 9579|A manhood not a shadow's height. 9579|'T is well. For God so loves the free, 9579|His blessings on the orphan poor 9579|Throng to provide; his blessing on you! 9579|God-given rights! But not His own, 9579|For whom the pauper shares His shame! 9579|Oh, heart of iron, heart of oak, 9579|Wallowing in nakedness of will, 9579|Laugh now at shame's indurement, 9579|But never let your cheers depart 9579|From those who do God's work for God. 9579|God speed the hand that lifts the weapon; 9579|God speed the heart that smites the brawn; 9579|God speed the press that rises mighty 9579|And smashes down the barrier of wrong! 9579|God speed each stricken soul that wakes 9579|And, smiting, gives the world to right! 9579|Hearts that have Astræa and Auge! 9579|God speed each man that strives for Life 9579|And Justice, with his sword and pen 9579|And blood and tears and sweat and oil; 9579|God speed the press and the upland home 9579|Whose song-swaying winds the echoes make 9579|And where the woodland echoes say 9579|The song-birds build and fight again, 9579|The song-birds sing! 9579|And shall we never more unbind 9579|The chain that our weak hands have set 9579|O'er us and over us and here 9579|Whose every breath as a serpent's 9579|The whole round universe about? 9579|God speed the hour for which we wait 9579|With hope's unconscious breath we breathe 9579|And in the soul's most sacred hour 9579|Turn, with the spirit, to the Truth! 9579|O brother, speak the word, 9579|That breaks our spell; 9579|The warring hosts are met. 9579|A world is sold to-day! 9579|O brother, speak! 9579|O sister, see 9579|What must become 9579|Of what you say 9579|Of gain and loss 9579|And "better than had he done"; 9579|Think of your own weak life 9579|Set by the Will of Him who made; 9579|Think of the hungry need, 9579|The sorrows, to relieve, 9579|The thirsts that never dry, 9579|Thy heart's desire! 9579|Think of the ardent wish, 9579|Of heart's desire! 9579|And, speaking, bid 9579|The world turn to thy story. 9579|God grant, when all is won, 9579|The victor's will 9579|He might have been; 9579|He showed so weak, so base, 9579|So prone to folly so, 9579|That, failing, all undone, 9579|The world would never turn to him. 9579|O sister, see 9579|Life's rich progression, 9579|From man's lowly birth, 9579|Through joy and glory blending; 9579|All, all advancing fast, 9579|In shining order shining; 9579|Thy brother's light, too, declining, 9579|And failing, all undone, 9579|Shall triumph in the morn! 9579|There are no empty seats, 9579|To show the game "played _too_ long"; 9579|No empty seats to show, 9579|The triumph of the dead! 9579|The victor's banner streams, 9579|Foam-white, along the air, 9579|Its stars of justice towing, 9579|It waves above the track 9579|Where man's deluded head 9579|Now sinks, ======================================== SAMPLE 17370 ======================================== I see my father lying in a dream 1211|Like a poor ghost, and in his arms he hath a woman 1211|I saw a king and his subjects in a dream, 1211|A-wandering at will by means of their masts; 1211|And the king was a pilot of ships, and the queen 1211|Was a pilot of houses, and thus together 1211|The two were seen by the maidens that stood by; 1211|They stood by, and were struck with the sight of a sight, 1211|And as the king and the queen are the same thing, 1211|I'll bet ten guineas that the king is a fool, 1211|And of queen as well as of king a swine. 1211|I saw a king and his subjects in a dream, 1211|A-wandering at will by means of their masts; 1211|And the king was a pilot of ships, and the queen 1211|Was a pilot of houses, and thus together 1211|The two were seen by the maidens that stood by; 1211|They stood by, and beheld them with eyes uplifted 1211|And a wall of sound at the window-postside, 1211|And the maidens beheld them with eyes uplifted, 1211|And I bet ten guineas that the king is a fool, 1211|And of queen as well as of king a swine. 1211|I saw a king and his subjects in a dream, 1211|A-wandering at will by means of their masts; 1211|And the king was a pilot of ships, and the queen 1211|Was a pilot of houses, and thus together 1211|The two were seen by the maidens that stood by; 1211|They stood by, and beheld them with eyes uplifted, 1211|And I bet ten guineas that the king is a fool, 1211|And of queen as well as of king a swine. 1211|Come hither, Cupid! I'm thy man; 1211|Hither, oh, hither, to me fly, 1211|And make my heart thy love confess. 1211|Thou gav'st me one kiss to prove 1211|Of the rest of what's told or sung; 1211|Thou gav'st me heart's-e owe right 1211|For to bear that heart unto me. 1211|My heart's-e, my heart's-e, my heart's-e; 1211|I love thee, love thee, love thee; 1211|Thou art the rose whose leaves I saw 1211|Come flushing through the morning's heaving: 1211|And I love every one of them, 1211|But my heart's-e. 1211|Thou love'st me, my love loves thee; 1211|Thou love'st me, my love loves thee; 1211|Thou know'st me, my love knows me; 1211|Thou know'st me, my love knows me. 1211|Come and kiss me where I'm sleeping 1211|With a kiss at my mouth: 1211|Or come and kiss me where I'm dying, 1211|Where I'm dying--you'll find. 1211|'O death or my life,' quoth I, 1211|'By Jove, they're too short a dream; 1211|I've only an hour to live, 1211|O leave me with love some night.' 1211|Says I, 'The night will come on, 1211|And you may need me soon; 1211|And to-morrow night I die, 1211|'Then for your love I die,' he said, 1211|And went his way with his breath. 1211|A Child's Song [Footnote 8] 1211|A Little Night Umbrella [Footnote 9] 1211|A Little, Black Word [Footnote 10] 1211|A ======================================== SAMPLE 17380 ======================================== 18396|Ae new-born baby. 18396|To be my wife or to be a bride, 18396|An' then, like the king o' the land, 18396|We'll mak' a king o' the land, 18396|And he'll be my king over them a'. 18396|'Mang hosses, harebells, a' we'll be, 18396|Till we gae to our graves. 18396|In the spring an' autumn when we're glad, 18396|We maun to be glad, 18396|For this love o' love'll bring awa' 18396|Our country's far awa'. 18396|We maun get ae land, an' that land, 18396|An' a' that land maun we be-- 18396|But when that land we's gane to, 18396|There's nothing there to spare. 18396|"I lo'e your Margaret, Margaret, Margaret, 18396|And gi'en her a hundersome love; 18396|I lo'e your Margaret, Margaret, 18396|But I hae nae mair o' your daddie." 18396|"You needna ask mae hag----" says the hag, 18396|"I'll have no man but Johnie; 18396|I hae nae mair o' your daddie, 18396|My little Margaret's gane to hell!" 18396|Johnie gat up o' the hindmost, 18396|But he was o' the gant red and blue; 18396|He spak wi' affelee-ness to her, 18396|He spak wi' affelee-ness to her; 18396|"I maun have no man but Johnie, 18396|I hae nae mair o' your daddie. 18396|"I'll wed nae gudeman but Bess o't, 18396|And we'll wear our country's hame; 18396|For God and man we'll keep the right, 18396|When we're a' out a' ilka day." 18396|And at the wordie's wordie, 18396|They tak' Johnie on their knees, 18396|An' in gairden braid o' guid gray shoon, 18396|That dule they had nae waur than een. 18396|The luve o' langland luve, 18396|I hae gane to langland doun; 18396|An' by this moon o' lovely star, 18396|I saw ye roun the hill hie; 18396|An' by this red an' rosy morn, 18396|I seen ye roon the rose. 18396|The piper's pipe, the mavis' sang, 18396|The swalla's whistle waft ye o'er, 18396|And aye the lily lily, 18396|That in the woodlaine lay. 18396|O luve, I've fauld good wi' thee, 18396|An' gaun to your lang green shaw; 18396|Ye'll be the mavis in my stead, 18396|If I hae forgot. 18396|I've gane where no man sall ye see, 18396|My bonny wee birdie, 18396|Nor aught but a wee birdie 18396|To cheer me aye through ilka day. 18396|He's baith young an' saucy wee birdie, 18396|On a whim, I wadna barie, 18396|In a cab o' joy to me he's been, 18396|An' he has bought a ring wi' me. 18396|He's wair born here, an' waired by me, 18396|But, lassie, he's very dainty; 18396|The hinny birdie is feather'd fine, 18396|And dainty is the bonny wee bird. 18396|There's nane sae drest, a' wunst and e'en, 18396|By dainty inanition; 18396|And a braw braw bairn, an' a bairn, 18396|Are a' content wi' bonny wee birdie. 18396|Thou hast ======================================== SAMPLE 17390 ======================================== 9889|The parson's son. 9889|As the boy grew up, his mother, whose eyes burned dim, 9889|Would turn her back upon him while he prayed; 9889|One day she bade him to the tavern to sup, 9889|And then she asked me if I'd be as chummy 9889|As mother said I should be 9889|With my own son, because I loved his dear name; 9889|And then she told me all about it. 9889|I saw her like an angel in that scene; 9889|She'd a good look, with a sweet voice, and a smile, 9889|And a little girl in love with another girl 9889|Who came to her, like an angel, with the spark 9889|In her bosom, and with a little heart 9889|That throbbed with the thrillings of joy; and all 9889|About her, from her maids of honor to her friends 9889|To her little son, and to the other girls, 9889|Was a glory that had never a trace 9889|Of scandal till now. 9889|And then I said: 9889|"I'm as happy as a king, and my wife is 9889|As true as pure gold; as long as my dear is 9889|Unbroken as her own love, 9889|And God in His Heaven is so kind and so great, 9889|I don't care if there's a soul out there that's 9889|Unsettled as can be." 9889|Well, I went to heaven that night, 9889|And the whole world rang with prayer; 9889|I thought: 9889|"If my dear can be unbroken as her own love, 9889|Then all the more will I be happy now." 9889|I went my way. There were the parson's boys 9889|Pleading in my favour, all along the street, 9889|As in the story. One of them urged me 9889|To go the way of my late bride; that's plain, 9889|And I agreed with him. 9889|There was a young man too 9889|Who made a vow to me, in the hope that now 9889|He'd wear his breeches with him out a year, 9889|A year hence, as he used to do before 9889|When he was with his bride to the Crown Prince. 9889|Ah! God is great and all! 9889|But I was a poor mother, 9889|And life and I were hard to live without 9889|My little darling. What I said to him 9889|He said to me the very same thing again 9889|Three weeks thereafter; and we lived as tight 9889|As cousins live, I think. 9889|I had a little son, 9889|And he was healthy and strong as a louse, 9889|But he was old and poor. 9889|It chanced one day 9889|The Chaste Lady--'twas a common name-- 9889|A while ago chanced to appear at my door, 9889|And ask my help in a matter of great weight. 9889|She was not tall nor fair nor wise nor charming, 9889|Nor even a chaste maiden; yet I recognized 9889|The shape and face of her daughter, whom 9889|I had a month ago--my girl, my daughter! 9889|She was the wife of the Prince, 9889|And had been with him for some weeks or more 9889|When suddenly she had risen on my arm, 9889|And told me what was happening, and her eyes 9889|Were brimming with tears, and my wife was glad, 9889|And all the family group gathered to listen; 9889|While all the guests assembled looked askance 9889|At the strange woman, and I felt ashamed 9889|To ask her for help. 9889|I turned, I said: 9889|"In the name of the Most High 9889|Be gracious as you would have me do!" 9889|But no one would look at me--or at least 9889|They all looked off--for what need I discern 9889|Save one, who watched the whole thing from afar? 9889|His hair, in length and tang, was as black as black, 9889|And, like that of the saint above, was streaked ======================================== SAMPLE 17400 ======================================== 1279|In bannocks red and white we did divide; 1279|We took the pith of pence and left the head; 1279|There was plenty room for every party there. 1279|The pith and the value then they did part; 1279|The value was divided with care; 1279|While I my pith pennies, and the value weigh 1279|The worth of a pence and a head of beef. 1279|When the old folks of Ilerda mended their coats, 1279|With creases like painted porphyry; 1279|The lintels of their windows winking at us 1279|Was a new and a surprise sensation. 1279|At length one of them blurr'd his nose-tip, 1279|By letting a dog out one day; 1279|And some years after that came a kenn'd one, 1279|And left a white-pied, and a new-born kitten; 1279|The house they all thought the house was worth much, 1279|But the cat had none eye-lashes nor new-born kitten. 1279|If that may be, the dog that was there 1279|Is always very near, 1279|And if he is not there, 1279|It is but right that the kitten 1279|Should have some eye-lashes; 1279|It is well no kitten has any, 1279|At least, I believe so forsooth, 1279|I do not know what might be her reason, 1279|For the dog had none there, 1279|And a kenn'd creature she was; 1279|If he was there, she could not well refuse. 1279|It was the third quarter when I heard them come; 1279|And I wish with them were you, my dear, 1279|And some mischief for my foot's span: 1279|Your new-born kitten's eyes were the best 1279|That ever opened, while they blink'd: 1279|And, if it had been me, 1279|I'd have kept them always just the same. 1279|On the brink of a grave, 1279|Where the darkness deepens still, 1279|In a silent tomb, 1279|A thousand years is hid. 1279|A thousand little fancies grow, 1279|Like buds on an orange tree; 1279|And then they all mix'd and bloom, 1279|Till from those roots we catch a 1279|Fresh orange-feather, and think 1279|These are some lovely fairy fancies! 1279|But when we take them from that tree, 1279|How soon they grow into songs; 1279|Into actions and scenes, not dreams: 1279|Into scenes of honour and crime. 1279|And every tale that's told 1279|Is in its turn a new attempt; 1279|Into shape, and form, and hue; 1279|All things into ill or good. 1279|And every man that's rich 1279|Sends a child a-twist or a-snare, 1279|And with it feeds a thousand traps; 1279|Aeolian transport fill the world; 1279|It is the magic of the Muse. 1279|But when we look beyond the gleams, 1279|And see the stream of human things, 1279|Can there be anything more gay 1279|Than this great state of nature? 1279|The ocean, earth, and air, 1279|Are but the wings of fancy; 1279|And every human heart and eye 1279|Is but a spirit in a sphere; 1279|To all the rest of earth and sky 1279|That fancy knows and understands; 1279|And all the universe of things 1279|Is but a fairy world for thee. 1279|On the cold lee of our native land, 1279|To wander o'er a foreign strand, 1279|To gaze upon th' unfamiliar scene, 1279|And learn its language, unknown to thee! 1279|A foreign tongue is never kind: 1279|It mocks at princes, gods, and kings; 1279|It calls forth ungracious cows; 1279|It swears by shamrock; green-nose; 1279|By the white, broad breast of a sparrow's neck; 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 17410 ======================================== 8187|A little child, with a small heart, 8187|Has found it in its native clime, 8187|That there's more in _our_ country life 8187|Than pleasure and contentment;-- 8187|Than happiness in every place, 8187|And the warm tears that fall so soon, 8187|When our hearts are as a child's. 8187|There's a world of good and good will, 8187|More sweet and precious to the wise 8187|Than all which they have found on earth 8187|So far as they can make it known. 8187|And they've found their Refuge there, from Fate, 8187|And found a God, all bright and pure! 8187|_From _Polly Bump's_ "I Wish You Would Take Me":_ 8187|There was a little maid I knew, 8187|And we both admired her mien and mien; 8187|But there was something in her air, 8187|That we could not quite believe was her. 8187|An angelic halo, round her glance, 8187|Had charms that made us think each moment she 8187|In our lives would shine the charm apart; 8187|And thus, from view of what was done or said, 8187|She seemed to glow 'mong creatures of the mind. 8187|Then I looked up at the window pane, 8187|And, as my eye was only made for view, 8187|My mind, alas, could fathom not the rest-- 8187|Nor could I dream what she was about. 8187|"Why," I cried, "why is't in bounds allowed?" 8187|I cried--and cried it with a tear in my eye. 8187|Yet, when I think now of her innocence, 8187|Of her young youth's fair life and ardent days, 8187|I hardly dare to question her, as I might, 8187|In the same mood of doubt and unrest. 8187|"What _is_ the matter?" 8187|I exclaimed, 8187|With the same look I had given my own, 8187|Of a soul that could well understand 8187|A heart that scarce could understand. 8187|Her brow was so white, so pure and calm, 8187|Her brow, so deep, so holy was not hers; 8187|That in a moment of her bright charms 8187|Her spirit was not with her at peace; 8187|She thought of heaven, for she thought _of_ heaven, 8187|As once she looked up at the window pane. 8187|She came trembling o'er the threshold, 8187|With her look in her sweet eyes so calm; 8187|And with a plaintive voice she cried, 8187|As if pleading for some little thing 8187|In the home of her infancy: 8187|"Oh! I cannot bear that you are gone 8187|"So long and away so so sweet! 8187|"It seems _I_ must leave you, just like that; 8187|"The very thought in my waking fancy flows-- 8187|"Yes, I must leave you, just like that!" 8187|She is gone--so far, so very far! 8187|In the very act she has come so far, 8187|The very tone she has sounded so high, 8187|The very look she is looking at, 8187|Seems trembling its light and love at once, 8187|Ere she sees me--oh God! I can see 8187|Her heart break as she melts into tears! 8187|Oh! I cannot bear to be gone, 8187|So long, so sweet, so far, so sweet! 8187|To be left lonely where the suns look down, 8187|But not to feel the cold earth has part 8187|With all that hath the right of thine; 8187|To feel the heart's ache to _see_ them, and not 8187|To feel the hand that loved me is not. 8187|To think to go at once, and go, go, 8187|And never meet the eyes that love and let 8187|As free and open and gay fly, 8187|As they fly from my heaven, O heaven! 8187|From _me_, the only heaven that ever caught thee! 8187|And the last kiss I shall ======================================== SAMPLE 17420 ======================================== 38520|Borne on the thunder's wings, and from the clouds a thousand lights 38520|Heralds the passing of my messenger, 38520|Tired as I am as I am of the world, 38520|The love I bear my lord to-night is as heavy as the yoke 38520|That bore his master long ago. 38520|I know not how I came among them there; 38520|The trees made answer to the voice of my lord 38520|As all their leaves the voice of song had made 38520|For his dear sake; and the air was heavy with the touch 38520|Of many a feather, while to the sky the wind 38520|Of farewell went out his lips. 38520|I can but guess beyond all doubt 38520|How far my master's body had gone, 38520|From the first touch to the last, since I bent me low 38520|At his feet: but his eyes shone like a crystal sphere 38520|Within his mind, and as I looked they made my heart's centre 38520|Surrender utterly. 38520|And as the sun and moon look through the leaves,-- 38520|As if the boundless woods and hills had made a veil 38520|Round all his mind, and all the air was drenched 38520|With drops of rivulets down his hair's luxuriance, 38520|So now, eternally, his eyes, and his mouth, and his hands, 38520|Woke the quick beatings of my heart through every limb, 38520|And I, in their sweet steadings, were stilliers on the plain. 38520|In all their lustres, I and I only 38520|Were ever truly one with him. 38520|The sun and moon would seem lost at first, 38520|But then a new one comes along the way, 38520|The old one lingers on till death be nought, 38520|And that new one is all my heart, no less, 38520|The very sun is round me, as I stand 38520|By my master's grave, 38520|Whose grave the oak will not cover, 38520|Unless by you, sweet autumn-friend. 38520|My dear little friend, I am afraid 38520|That my desire is in the wrong place; 38520|For if you will, then, kindly, pray 38520|That I may kneel to you for my love, 38520|And not my sorrows. 38520|He had a little one, and the little dead child 38520|Had a great heart within it; and they sat 38520|Both weeping, like two saints, by Jesus' side, 38520|But they could only pray. 38520|The little dead child had no mouth to suckle, 38520|And she looked so wide and very wild; 38520|The little dead child was like the black bird 38520|That goes and seeks her brother's nest; 38520|And her little dead hand touched a little child 38520|Whom she had never loved before; 38520|The little dead child, so small and sweet,-- 38520|How she would have played, I cannot tell; 38520|How she would have kissed that little baby 38520|As she went off to rest her head on her breast, 38520|If we had been a little boy and girl. 38520|I was but a little child and she was but a little child, 38520|And one, I think, was I; 38520|But God took her when she was little child, 38520|I am fairly sure of it; 38520|For as I was but a little child, and she was but a little child, 38520|And she was very little then, 38520|He took down in His own most holy motherland 38520|Those two whom he found so dear. 38520|If there were some strange thing that God had hid 38520|Where two children lie side by side, 38520|Just think of how great was my delight 38520|To watch them, mother and child, 38520|Till up from sleep's sweet arms overhead 38520|He broke in on the night, and broke in on them 38520|With a blessing on his knee. 38520|Mother, I did not know that I had come, 38520|When at your window I made my bow, 38520|And when I spoke with you on that cold wintry day ======================================== SAMPLE 17430 ======================================== 21003|The earth from all its strength was free to bend. 21003|The clouds and all the winds were still in vain; 21003|The sea and all the waters were on deck! 21003|And now--not yet the work begun, 21003|When, all their task accomplished, 21003|The clouds and winds and clouds and winds shall melt away, 21003|Is there so much as the sea that dandy, 21003|The clouds and storms and winds and clouds shall disappear? 21003|The sea is over the sea; 21003|The sea is breathing under water; 21003|The sea is moving under water, 21003|The sea is rising over the sea, 21003|And the sea is over the sea. 21003|The sea will rise till it meet its brother, 21003|The sea will pass beneath its brother, 21003|The sea will move beneath its brother 21003|Till it meet the sea in the sea-sand; 21003|And the sea rises over the sea 21003|Till it meet the sea again in the sea-sand. 21003|When I went to the Great Salt Lake, 21003|I camped at the Fairmont Hotel. 21003|We took the Western Range trail-- 21003|A hundred miles to northward-- 21003|To the Fairmont at Grand Traverse. 21003|I drove the old grizzly homeward, 21003|But my eyes were dim with smoking, 21003|As I climbed the gully to look out. 21003|I drove the new grizzly homeward-- 21003|The stars were dancing on the hill 21003|When I left the Fairmont Hotel. 21003|The morning broke upon me, 21003|The dark was black around me. 21003|My heart beat wildly on my shoulders. 21003|I camped at the Fairmont Hotel, 21003|But I never saw such people, 21003|And I never will see such people.... 21003|My life was filled with sorrow, 21003|My heart with misery; 21003|I was oppressed and desolate, 21003|My life was filled with sorrow. 21003|The sun sank in the west, 21003|And all the lands lay dewy-pearled 21003|With the brackish, golden moonlight, 21003|That danced along the rippling waters 21003|Like a silver snake, 21003|Swimming through every softness, grace, 21003|And softness' own enchantment. 21003|It seemed the stars were shining 21003|Where the rivulets of crystal 21003|Pulsed in the night; and the soft air 21003|Dangled beneath them, with soft, silver gleams, 21003|Like the light of the soft sun's glances, 21003|That quiver and gleam 21003|Through the night.-- 21003|Oft did the stars shine, 21003|And the light of their splendor 21003|Through my spirit glitteringly;-- 21003|And I sighed, 'Twere better that they should shine, 21003|In those rare nights when 'tis darkness, 21003|With the stars, when all is darkness.' 21003|It glistened the stars above, 21003|And over all the lands lay brackish, 21003|Like moonlit roses down-stemmed with nightshade. 21003|And in that stillness by the river, 21003|A dreamer--a vision was unfolding, 21003|A vision--and I hailed it with pleasure!-- 21003|For there danced a light among the waves 21003|That floated by some starlit river. 21003|And there, upon the banks, 21003|There sat a woman fair and smiling, 21003|While with her was a kingfisher sparrow, 21003|And their hands were held together, 21003|And slowly round and slowly round the river 21003|The lady, while her eyes were dreamily roving, 21003|Would turn about her, and her heart would sigh sadly; 21003|But her gaze was fixed beyond the river, 21003|While her eyes were dimly looking, 21003|And as the moon grew great and larger, 21003|There was a great and mighty wave beneath her, 21003|And the light grew brighter beneath their eyes, 21003|And then on all three gazed the kingfisher ======================================== SAMPLE 17440 ======================================== 12286|I know not if in times to come, 12286|The olden story shall reappear, 12286|And we, like them, some new device devise 12286|To tell how fair a maid was true. 12286|We know her not, but you may know 12286|Her name was Lydia and her happy home, 12286|And that to that great and lovely land 12286|The Muses chose to settle down. 12286|And now her name is now but lightly known, 12286|Until by time we can recall 12286|Those bright and airy days of youth, 12286|When first we took our early walks, 12286|And soars the steep'st of Paradise 12286|Beyond the reach of human power; 12286|Then she her humble hallow'd laurel wreath 12286|To old Silius shall bestow; 12286|And now our sweetest poet's praise 12286|Proclaims her, as her home is here 12286|In yonder greening laurel-bough. 12286|But now her name is rarely heard, 12286|Unless as a ditty oft repeated, 12286|And to that end, her hallow'd laurel wreath 12286|Proclaims her, as her home is here. 12286|In all the world 'tis lonely, when 12286|The heart is sad and hearts are sore, 12286|To see the maid with dark hair 12286|Torn down from many a fair brow, 12286|And the pale cheek that never blenched. 12286|Now 'tis the old maid's look that wins 12286|Passionate applause, and soft embrace, 12286|Or the sad maid's look it still displays 12286|When tears in soul-searching tears descend. 12286|If I were a king would I 12286|Wash my dark eyes in this rose, 12286|And when that blush it had exprest, 12286|Turn them white in your mother's tea-- 12286|Oh, this are pleasures that I would have 12286|When I had a heart with a diamond heart. 12286|All your praise has been and all your pride 12286|Never the least worth can be forgot, 12286|Your ancient home, your distant fields, 12286|Your city, and that lovely maid; 12286|But oh, to know of any one dear 12286|There live two sisters 'mong the reeds, 12286|And one is cold as her will, 12286|And sad as the morn that winds the grass to day, 12286|And her name is Mary--and she's dead; 12286|And once there lived two sisters in a house 12286|All that was yet fair in house and land, 12286|And all that seemed fair in ear 12286|And eye and hand-- 12286|So great and so fair was each and all, 12286|Two eyes that saw the stars, 12286|Two hands that touched, 12286|Two hearts that fell 12286|Out as if one was a king of this fair land-- 12286|No more for dead. 12286|She's gone into the dark, but left behind 12286|Her gentle soul, her kindling mind 12286|And gracious voice, both well suited well 12286|To lead us down a happier road; 12286|A road through life with many a hope and fear 12286|Though we should meet the enemy, 12286|She must not lead before, 12286|Nor we on her perish, 12286|Though our hopes should vanish, and our fears should die-- 12286|She does not need to lead us thus, 12286|She's with us all the happy days of her reign, 12286|When she goes, all that's best in us, 12286|The sun upon her head, 12286|The moon above her 12286|And we in the dust under. 12286|In the great city all alone, 12286|With the blue heaven for her bed 12286|I shall lie, no more shall feel dismay, 12286|Nor care what comes to me, 12286|I shall think on days that are no more, 12286|A thousand years of you; 12286|The joys, the griefes, the tears, 12286|The laughter, the tears, 12286|The faith, the fear, the care, the tears, ======================================== SAMPLE 17450 ======================================== 1008|The gates to me of Heaven are open. There is 1008|A Lady, whose sweet smile avails me not, who cheer'd 1008|Mine absent Patron, when the gloomy rain 1008|Was heaviest. Around her jocund Children play'd 1008|In her pleased presence; by her latter self 1008|Presents another form, more boist'rous, full of 1008|malignity and in an angry mood, 1008|As was her wont. With harpy and with mire 1008|She smote me, and the worse harms yet remain'd not: 1008|So poor repair for her transgression." Yet more, 1008|Of that purg'd Witch I heard; and, her raving 1008|And frantic, forthwith turn'd and t'other journey'd 1008|Among the sisters, crew of whom I scal'd 1008|My first career amongst them. Soon as they li'd 1008|To me their false Leader, and were liv'd to tell 1008|Of that sad adventure, then beside myself 1008|I gaz'd upon the face of all they mil'd, 1008|While mighty tears gush'd from their henchmen's eyes, 1008|Affrighted and sobbing, as a henchman's hand 1008|Shuffling what remains after combat to handle, 1008|waits to see, and turns aside. Against the lip 1008|Of this new-rais'd Beauty my afflicted hand 1008|I rest my thumb, and command the tresses to flow, 1008|That yet no bloody deed remains unmarked: 1008|But in those temples only grisl'ny flow. 1008|He wash'd me with his tears, and in solace 1008|I turned me round. There was the vault wherein I 1008|Saw Marcus in effigy reflect our love, 1008|Whose mighty merit thus we loved in one. 1008|But Marcus is unmanhaply high promot'd, 1008|And needs must make more show of reverence: 1008|So is his name efface'd from 'heroic song.' 1008|How many times she turn'd her brilliant eyes 1008|Thus, as she list to his discoursing! till 1008|I was as far from her, and then as I 1008|Now am curious to know how she was known. 1008|As by special grace areiana listed, 1008|Each spiral foot with lift in the same state 1008|Began to take the colour of its sweet: 1008|So did my tears with that movement settle, 1008|Glancing Edition: current; Page: [38] 1008|Riviere du sacrament, et cetera medus, 1008|Qui vivere et labris tribus, scio, scio, tantis 1008|Hinc horrorem docet, hic, hic. Iove me hic 1008|To transcribe it, so thy thoughts on this occasion 1008|Be joyn'd, who guidest thy hand, and tak'st thy part. 1008|Oft have I seen thee, as I wander'd wild 1008|O'er all the book-bound Florentine, to find 1008|An earnest for the holy servant suit, 1008|And to the business answer me again: 1008|'Why point ye that ill-natured question thus 1008|Betwixt the groom and bridesman? I do not 1008|Subserve to your command, or understand you; 1008|But, as I know, your master is a man 1008|Pronouncible out of bonds and servitude.' 1008|If so, then make me freely all iust amenable 1008|To that holy office, for which I come 1008|So late into this exile.' As a courteous guide 1008|Gives to his guest fair chiding look, to him 1008|That look his duty bids unto him show'd; 1008|Likewise to me his bidding did comply; 1008|Bidding me turn and gladly would be graciously 1008|Audited and fulfill'd. But because there came 1008|Wilder confusion, and less attention blest, 1008|Of that first sect, from which thou wanted'st less, 1008|Then unto me that smaller coterie, 1008| ======================================== SAMPLE 17460 ======================================== 42052|With his eyes on the eastward slope. 42052|And as they moved, I thought of one far-off 42052|Who heard their whispers, far apart, 42052|From the east wind of the sky: we knew 42052|His name was Garlon. 42052|In his home I stood, and we were silent, 42052|For I knew that he knew me not; 42052|Yet I heard his voice on the western wind blown 42052|In the silence; then we knew 42052|That he loved me, as one who has felt 42052|The fire of life, is wont to love 42052|The world's great spirits. 42052|His words and my speech one night 42052|Came in one to the other's 42052|House, and when he saw me with my young 42052|Heart, his word was, "Nay, do not know!" 42052|With his eyes on the west, 42052|With his head above the door; 42052|I, in my sorrow, in my pain, 42052|In the silence of his heart, 42052|Came. And the house, with light on the floor 42052|And curtains of old scarlet, 42052|Was like a dream of the days departed. 42052|But the west wind, the great wind of the sky, 42052|Told that I came not. 42052|Ah, with all the splendour of the days 42052|That are vanished and overcast, 42052|The sun, the great sun, over the sea-- 42052|And the great sea, too--and the night of storm-- 42052|I know so very well 42052|That it shall bring too soon the dark again, 42052|When I forget the sound of the sea between, 42052|The sound of it white, 42052|And the wind and the sea! 42052|Yet even in that darkness, as in sleep, 42052|There comes the dawn of light, 42052|The gold that comes from death 42052|Bidding man farewell, as he passes, 42052|With his breath, with his heart. 42052|The wind is the sea's voice; 42052|The wind is the sea's heart; 42052|And I shall love, 42052|I shall love it well. 42052|Ah, but the sea in its anguish would ask 42052|The wind if once again and in its bale 42052|I loved again, and, with my breath, with my heart, 42052|I had loved again! 42052|As the shadow of a flower, 42052|Wet, drenched and fragrant; 42052|Gone, like a wandering gale; 42052|Like a dream my heart 42052|Of a summer night 42052|In a dreamy land, 42052|In a heart that shall nevermore claim its own, 42052|So through the world I wandered at will, 42052|A shade, a joy, a hope, a grief, a prayer, 42052|A wonder, a passion, a longing, a mirth, 42052|A dream, a desire, a anguish, a wrong, 42052|A fear, a passion--and still I saw the flame 42052|Of the strong sun in its splendor divine. 42052|For the glory of the sun was mine, and I 42052|Felt the deep beauty of the earth and sky 42052|In the breath of the flowers, in the heart of earth. 42052|Not mine the pleasures of the wind and rain; 42052|So in my spirit I dreamed of the skies. 42052|But I knew that in my life the sun would rise-- 42052|I only knew it would, in the twilight far. 42052|And the wind, if only to rejoice, would rise 42052|With the fragrance of day, like the night's perfume. 42052|In a land of beauty, of the light and shade 42052|I saw the splendour; I saw the mystery 42052|And the beauty that is in nature's heart. 42052|I came to a place of golden trees, 42052|And saw a golden crown before me bent. 42052|And in the crown was a face, that I knew 42052|That I found the fairy's, and the elf's, too; 42052|For I would look to them for joy. 420 ======================================== SAMPLE 17470 ======================================== 30282|Þen watȝ on hys houles, to swiþe bot, & swiþe þen þe swete, 30282|Þer keste þe kende kynde; quen krystyre clyste, 30282|Þe kynde of kyndeȝ, quen krystyre al þe kau, 30282|Þer kyle, & kynde, kynde þe kau of bordeȝ 30282|& his letten werk, & heuen him to helle neght, 30282|& houles he to hy{m} hy{m} godeȝ syȝtȝ to heuen hy{m} seluen; 30282|And he hys godeȝ godeȝ aun by hys leueȝ on his wyndeȝ, 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ he nawto{ur}es þe noyse of noyse watȝ ryde; 30282|Þe{n}ne wern þe worþe werk wyth þe werk bot a poy{n}t, 30282|As he wern þe werk þat watȝ wroth on his wyndeȝ, 30282|“I am he wat{er}ed on þe wyndeȝ wyth walle of wilde,” 30282|Sie kaumast werde wyth þe werk wyth hy{m} schote, 30282|Þe{n}ne þe kaumast þor þat kerkyst on þe lofte, 30282|& wyche hy{m} wyȝtes watȝ so, as þe he{m} wyth þe{n}ne, 30282|Wyth wylle þat þay wroȝte to walle i{n} þe rialteȝ, 30282|for i{n} þe werk & þe day was þe rengneȝ, 30282|& þay wrytened i{n} þe wyȝ, þay w{i}t{h} alle ydelȝ, 30282|& þay wroȝt out of & wyth þay wroȝtes, 30282|& vches rosau{n}ceȝ þe ros by ryȝt i{n} ryp a ros. 30282|Þat was hy{m} þe þryȝt þe þre i{n} þe þryd strydde; 30282|Þay þay wroȝt in i{n} þe wodeȝ wyrkkes; 30282|Þe kaum, kaumeȝ & þe ky{n}g kom{er}, 30282|As hit were vpne of þe wyȝ, wyth w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, 30282|Þ{er} w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne a ky{n}g, þe{n} a knyȝty{n}g, 30282|Þat wroȝt wel i{n} þe waye, þat wroȝt wel al ho{us}, 30282|& alle þay wroȝt by þe wyrkkes & alle alle þay be. 30282|Bot þay not þay myrþe þat neu{er} þer wern not gayn, 30282|& þe{n}ne Ioyeȝ a ceté to ceté he{m} wroȝte, 30282|Ioyeȝ a ceté to ceté þe ky{n}g þay þat schon; 30282|For þe ky{n}g was meȝt, þat kam ne cryed hyre. 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ þe ceté þe kyn þe{n}ne hy{m} w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, ======================================== SAMPLE 17480 ======================================== 1280|We will get into the car when he is dead. 1280|We'll go on the street. 1280|THE dead man is standing on the street. 1280|He is a man of fifty. 1280|He has two arms 1280|To stretch to kiss a woman's throat 1280|Or to crush out her eyes. 1280|He's a man who would be proud. 1280|So he gives a wad to the girl, 1280|And a wad is thrown to the crowd, 1280|And a wad is thrown. 1280|There were eight children in the carriage. 1280|Each gave a little stiff hand to one. 1280|Then they all stood by the dead man 1280|And gave a bunch of leaves 1280|And then they took the bodies and left them there. 1280|THE dead man is standing on the street. 1280|The people crowd 1280|About the dead man: 1280|There are two or three tears a-piece. 1280|But the cry of the girls is the cry of the dead. 1280|THE dead man is standing in the street. 1280|He goes up to the window and looks out 1280|And then his eyes are a-bloom 1280|Over the river: 1280|"This is the end of a great endeavor! 1280|A big, hard, old brick wall 1280|With a little garden here and there 1280|And here is my home." 1280|In our homes, 1280|The dead man is standing. 1280|The dead man is standing in the street. 1280|The crowd is waiting: 1280|"Look there, there's a little girl 1280|Lying down on her back." 1280|The dead man is standing on the street 1280|And the cries of the girls are the cries of the dead. 1280|THE dead man is standing in the street. 1280|The shouts of the girl: 1280|"She is dead." 1280|"A child." 1280|The shouting rises and the child is dead. 1280|THE dead man is standing on the street. 1280|Look there, the little girl is standing 1280|Under the dead tree. 1280|She is the little girl lying down on the stone. 1280|"Look there, there are two things I love: 1280|A house a quiet room. 1280|There is a wall around your room that bars off 1280|Your way in and makes you lonely. 1280|There's an iron door above your window, 1280|It is fast closing and I would not be your friend 1280|Should you use it." 1280|The girl is lying on her back. 1280|But the cries of the girls are the cries of the dead. 1280|It is the day of the harvest meeting, 1280|Frosty weather; we are all tired. 1280|It is early to be picking, 1280|And I am waiting in the cold. 1280|We will gather together all together, 1280|And build a fire. 1280|It is a very bitter wind and cold. 1280|No one is looking. 1280|Look, it is the wind whistling the pine trees up. 1280|There is a white noise about the window, 1280|But someone is looking into the darkness. 1280|There is still snow lying in our house, 1280|And it melts and it flickers in the darkness. 1280|We have heard it coming. 1280|It is quite loud. 1280|But we will keep silent and help each other. 1280|But what do you think of the trees? 1280|It is a wild and hungry wind, and you know the air is 1280|very windy with some snow falling on a wall. 1280|It is harsh as a wind whistle and heavy like a frosty chill fall. 1280|You must go to the woods tonight 1280|And pull the leaves from the bushes. 1280|It is very cold. 1280|You must take them off your back. 1280|There is very little wind to-day. 1280|It is a wind whistle and fierce. 1280|It is windy with great fire fighting. 1280|It goes on and on. 1280|And it goes on and on. ======================================== SAMPLE 17490 ======================================== 1304|And all her life-begetting was to seek 1304|Out her own true love and follow his track. 1304|Therefore is she not by those who know 1304|True love and loving are of itself best; 1304|For it must always be the sole reward. 1304|But she who loves all men, by her art 1304|And subtle artifice, will make the sage 1304|Fainting and lame forget that wine of life; 1304|And with a change, which is like light in frost, 1304|She may herself forget time, and weane 1304|Time, till her false lover's coming back 1304|Shall give the heart-beats wherewith she did weigh. 1304|WHY do they say my life is wasted now? 1304|Have I set arms across the tides to bend 1304|And mount the wind of change? Have I set down 1304|Its waves and storms upborne, for a hope to climb? 1304|Then leave it here to sink. Thou knowest best, 1304|And know'st of what a sure thing is success: 1304|Dive deep and brave the end--nor think of wrong, 1304|Though all the way the tide-currents beat. 1304|Lest for success thou laughest to be thought 1304|Too little, and therefore doth it now 1304|This one:--When I think on life's great love, 1304|And all that it foregoneeth for an hour, 1304|I want but think--and my heart breaks all o'er. 1304|I want but think of life's long-said love-- 1304|I want but think for I know full well 1304|It is not said enough, and said too late. 1304|I want but think for truth's sake taken in 1304|Thy heart to be thine, and thine to thy. 1304|If I had thought before I said "Nay," 1304|O heart which still hath heard unbidden 1304|The voice of love with empty voice! 1304|If I had thought of thee in days gone by, 1304|And heard the voice of love as once before, 1304|And knew what love's voice was of old and young, 1304|And whither it had rung, and whither it blew! 1304|The winds with sweet converse still would blow 1304|Along the tide, and say "What thou art, 1304|Thy title in vain--thy name"--"Nay." 1304|I would not let thee name thy passion's pride 1304|Nor say "it is full fair" for it again-- 1304|Nay, nay--I would not even live thee dead, 1304|Could I but call thee by some other name! 1304|IF Love is gone 1304|And the heart is lonely 1304|It may be lonely at the heart, 1304|But you shall find your Love again, 1304|You found your Love in the old-time hour: 1304|And you shall stand at the door whence he came, 1304|With a song-bird's voice for your sufficiency-- 1304|You the young birds sing above the breast 1304|Of the heart's autumn garden--your love is gone. 1304|A DAY at Oi has much like healing, 1304|But there is not, oh God! so great a need 1304|As when at Oi your own soul, so full 1304|Of your own life, begins to hum and peep. 1304|When the blood is beating of your heart, 1304|And all the pains have left you quite whole; 1304|When you can see the spirit of your youth 1304|Lie sleeping on the grass by the river-- 1304|And hear it coming--coming and going! 1304|A DAY of life with you, by the river! 1304|It would be happy if the words I tell 1304|Were spoken for the joy it would bring 1304|To each one in the dear one's embrace! 1304|I would not mourn for my own heart's part, 1304|Or the sad tear-drops that would dim my eye, 1304|Unless the years would bring it anon, 1304|Like the morning dew in the sweet of mirth; 1304|And if it should remain unmoved by all ======================================== SAMPLE 17500 ======================================== 29345|And in that forest she has no company: 29345|If she's alone, I'll have to go home myself. 29345|I am just as happy as when I was a boy: 29345|And I can find it good for her to be home 29345|In this house she's coming along to; 29345|You don't want to get all sentimental, 29345|And you don't want to talk about the past 29345|And you don't want to make it sentimental 29345|And you don't want to talk about the present 29345|With the world on the switch when I come home. 29345|You do not want to have the brush with me, 29345|And you don't want to fight me. 29345|You want to talk about the past 29345|And be free of this talk. 29345|Here is a book,--no worry 29345|Like that was written,--just a picture,-- 29345|Of a place in a picture,-- 29345|And I want to hear from you, 29345|And I want to come to you. 29345|Well, when I was small, and had things to carry, 29345|In my mother's old dress, 29345|I never could open wide the little window 29345|With my arms stretched out; 29345|I couldn't fold my arms,-- 29345|But I could run and walk, 29345|Or catch hold of things with my hands and hold on, 29345|Though I never could climb upon my back 29345|Like the old man with the beard 29345|And his hair, and eyes wide. 29345|But I never could lean my back against a window 29345|And feel the breeze blowing on my face, 29345|And see a little white rose 29345|Smile up at me from a wall of blue against the sky. 29345|And a bluebird called "Good-day" came up from behind, 29345|And just as I was about to speak, 29345|It had to be folded in more or less 29345|And that was a shame, and I never said goodbye, 29345|And I never even went down to see 29345|The big black cockroach-- 29345|You know the rest. 29345|I don't want to hear no more 29345|The big cockroach chirping along the ceiling. 29345|The big black cockroach's a fat black cockroach,-- 29345|He's a big black cockroach, you know. 29345|And the world should be glad of him; 29345|For they say in an agony of terror 29345|Things happen on the very last and best 29345|That all men should wish for. 29345|So I go down and I try to climb up 29345|As far as I can go; 29345|And I never let my hand slip off 29345|Till I could keep my eye-- 29345|And oh, the little silver moon, and the stars! 29345|I try to find it in my heart 29345|That I am going to be glad in some way, 29345|And maybe--just maybe! 29345|And what would be a way in my heart to be 29345|To help an old red-cheeked lady, 29345|Whose eyes are always fixed on the tall new thing 29345|That she has just let out? 29345|I think she'd see it as a kind of a light 29345|From God to bring 29345|Her good luck to her-- 29345|In a way that her old cheek wouldn't hurt-- 29345|Just by the old red-cheeked lady's face, 29345|With the face where I can see. 29345|It's just as well that they haven't been a-doing 29345|In the open air to-day 29345|With their faces bare and white, 29345|They'd be on to me. 29345|It's like being up and away to-night, 29345|And just going from the house across the park, 29345|Till the street and the sky seem at the same 29345|And I hear no more for my voice and feet 29345|As I walk still alone, I go the same; 29345|Just as well I'd rather be the way 29345|That I am now, or going on along, 29345|And ======================================== SAMPLE 17510 ======================================== 3698|"Haste, oh, haste, the work to do! 3698|The wretch has lost the use of reason, 3698|And cannot now assist himself." 3698|"Hast thou, then, our servant?" "I--yes, my lord." 3698|"No more is done by me, sir." 3698|"But--but--if thy lord hath any ill-will, 3698|Or if thine heart be of an indifferent hue, 3698|Come, say it, and let our house restore thee now." 3698|"It can not," said a voice behind the desk. 3698|"I could not do it." I began--but he 3698|Fell silent, looking at himself in the glass. 3698|He said, "I'm a little tired. 3698|I would not have any more talk with you." 3698|"Come in, Sir, and rest you awhile." 3698|"My lord, they have kept us awake." 3698|"The bed has been so bedded all the night. 3698|I have no more time for work--nor yet for study." 3698|"Nay, all was not slept out. The fire 3698|Burned up that little corner, and we rose." 3698|"And you, Sir, have been out in the night, 3698|And all about the kitchen." 3698|"I have not been sleeping much, Lord Chancellor, 3698|Since the fire was out. 3698|But this your letter, Sir, that I have read 3698|Is very curious. You should know a certain 3698|Old old-time book in my house--just like that, 3698|It comes from before the fire, and you know 3698|It is a book of antiquated rhymes-- 3698|And as for that, there's little doubt about it." 3698|"Of the antique and the antique style, 3698|I read no more than when I am informed 3698|That old things have been, or are not, enough." 3698|"And yet some people have read it. I know. 3698|I'm sure my tutor found it out among 3698|And told my good-wife." 3698|"And so you tell me," 3698|"Not once, but twice. My tutor must have told 3698|His son, before he saw the end. And we 3698|Were much delighted, though we never read 3698|That book again, when we, my tutor and 3698|My son, were children. My tutor was proud 3698|To have made my father read at such a time, 3698|When the public were so ignorant of books, 3698|And scarcely knew a child was a book, the more 3698|By this same act that they were taught and bought, 3698|Taught and bought at even-time. 3698|"Now, let me tell what I shall say. The time 3698|Was in youth, when children were as infants; 3698|And when the world were rude and hungry for truth, 3698|Which in its own bosom only now 3698|Gets poured into it. The little ones 3698|Saw at once what teachers wanted show'd, 3698|And, when they saw what need it had of truth, 3698|And what themselves did lack, they would speak out, 3698|And speak for wisdom. 3698|"And yet the teachers did not give it free 3698|As yet into the world, nor give it free 3698|To talk, without all that scandal which then 3698|Was brought upon them; nor would they make it 3698|The very object of endeavour and care 3698|To know what people had been. For some had seen 3698|Holes in the universe, and knew by signs 3698|And numbers that it was ready at their hands, 3698|But would not tell them how and when they might find 3698|And climb the hill to find it. Others thought 3698|Of man's weakness and his own miseries, 3698|And the sad things they had seen; and would not blame 3698|And pity those who could not tell how they were, 3698|But, in spite of pain and grief, would pity all. 3698|"No other cause, Sir, for anger was yours. ======================================== SAMPLE 17520 ======================================== 1365|Shrinking back to earth's own bosom, 1365|He was, however, still the same, 1365|And he could tell the heart's love by 1365|The tremulous tremble of the air 1365|That rustled in his breath. 1365|At the next corner, at the last, 1365|A woman stood; with dim eyes 1365|And a cold tremulous gesture, 1365|She held in her hand the book of 1365|That man's heart. In silence, in surprise, 1365|The stranger took the book; unfolded, 1365|Entered, and took the lid. 1365|He closed his eyes. It was the book 1365|Of Esther's Wisdom, which he had 1365|Picked up at the fair of Esther; 1365|Selected, and read, as he had done, 1365|The hymn in the morning and the 1365|Canto of Esther's Wedding, 1365|And Esther's Dreams in Summer. 1365|There, then, he closed his eyes, and took 1365|This text to prove it; but when he 1365|Cleft it, the lid creaked, and opened 1365|Opened the lid, and opened it 1365|To the heart of that same Esther 1365|That had known Esther's Wisdom and 1365|The Song of Esther's Wedding, which 1365|It had told to that same Esther 1365|That had passed out of the Holy 1365|Spirit Into the Book of Death, 1365|He closed his eyes, and saw its 1365|Sad and hopeless page. 1365|He heard the rustle of its leaves, 1365|That told him it was fast asleep, 1365|But not too fast to weep. 1365|He saw the rain-pools gleaming 1365|As through the trees they pocked the glade, 1365|And all the landscape looked as if 1365|They would sink no deeper than his feet,-- 1365|But he was not a Christian, 1365|Nor was he Christian's one. 1365|He was not so much of one 1365|As he was of neither. He thought 1365|Of Esther, not as the word 1365|Says Esther, but in this place, 1365|Amid the trees in Haeradel, 1365|She stood in her first love's light, 1365|As Esther's face it was upon 1365|That book of Esther's Wisdom; 1365|And in fact, his heart was with her, 1365|And in his love, and in the thought 1365|Of the love-stricken one. 1365|In fact, his heart was with her; 1365|For he thought of the day when this 1365|Saw Esther, with a smile, and 1365|Hand in hand as they passed into 1365|The open door, before them stood 1365|A maiden, crowned with glory. 1365|And he saw here and there beneath her 1365|The flowers in her hair, or rise 1365|Of lilies in her eyes. 1365|Was she beautiful? not quite; 1365|He was not dazzled, and he thought 1365|That the girl was not beautiful. 1365|And he saw the pewter pot 1365|On the rim of her kirtle white, 1365|And the flowers and berries red, 1365|And the hair upon her head. 1365|Yes; but why--why do I say 1365|That I love her? I do, 1365|And I will not dare to say, 1365|"'Cause, ah! that she's not beautiful, 1365|Nor the girl's not beautiful. Let's see, 1365|'Cause both are of me." 1365|So he looked back, and went away; 1365|But he took, that time, the book 1365|And the hymn of Esther's Wedding, 1365|And beside them both, the page 1365|Of Esther's Prayer. 1365|Then he stood up, and looked at her, 1365|And said to himself, "Behold, 1365|Here is to Esther's heart! 1365|It was broken here; that is why, 1365|And because these things be: she loved 1365|No other one ======================================== SAMPLE 17530 ======================================== 16251|The house-cocks come to brood on the grave of the dead. 16251|And that sound is like a ghostly breeze in the land, 16251|A note that haunts the land and cannot be found. 16251|And the world goes mourning the loss of the song, 16251|The tender sound of a soul that has fled, 16251|But the world cannot bring back that soul again, 16251|Though it mourn it long and long and long. 16251|And a woman's dream was that God would speak 16251|From out the darkness, and that when He heard 16251|He'd send a voice from out that haunted land 16251|And bid the dead birds say it over again, 16251|Over the grave of the house-cocks that sleep 16251|In the shadow of the gray, gray woods of death. 16251|I will tell you of the things that were-- 16251|All that I saw and heard, 16251|And of the things I was doing then 16251|And the things that I did when 16251|You're a little young and foolish thing, 16251|And I've a house and a farm for you, 16251|And a father, and a mother and a brother or three, 16251|And a life, just enough to keep you alive 16251|And provide a little more for me. 16251|It's a long, long poem, and I've had myself in it 16251|When I was a little old lad, so it'll be 16251|As simple as a story is possible; 16251|And as simple as a story can be, 16251|So it will be as solemn as sober verse. 16251|As I look on the pictures now 16251|I see them, side by side, 16251|I see them, and I was one 16251|When one was being made, 16251|And one was being made for me. 16251|I took them for my dollies one day, 16251|And I threw them over the fence 16251|And I gave them a run for me. 16251|I thought, 'I can make one'; 16251|But they were not a match for the twain, 16251|And they fell from the barn-door post. 16251|I took them for my dollies, sure, 16251|But I could not have those twain, 16251|For the barn-door was ajar. 16251|And I went home and had a nap. 16251|And when I was awake 16251|Sighing at the barn-door wall, 16251|I saw all the sheep were gone. 16251|I stood in the dark alone, 16251|I saw the sheep, and all the sheep, 16251|And then on the horizon's edge 16251|Shining in a golden glow, 16251|Shining as in sleep. 16251|Oh! happy days go by; 16251|But it's not all gladness 16251|I had when playing with dolls and boys; 16251|It's not all laughter, it's not all pranks, 16251|I loved the old-fashioned way of the boys. 16251|And it's not all fun and games, oh! 16251|It's not all play, it's not all play! 16251|It's the little things that make it real, 16251|And I learned what it means to be a boy 16251|And now, of course, I like to pretend 16251|I'm a full grown man with a house to keep, 16251|It's the old, old days, when you and I 16251|Lay on the soft cushions underneath the tree 16251|And played a pleasant hour or two together. 16251|And, underneath the furrowed grass, 16251|With an easel and an ivory cup 16251|And a very tiny dolly, we 16251|made faces at each other 16251|In spite of all the busy hours 16251|We'd been toiling for. 16251|It's only these two or three 16251|Now living, and a dozen or two 16251|Of the other dozen or two or three 16251|Are going to keep their old old home; 16251|They all grew up together and went away, 16251|And they never will see it any more. 16251|But I remember, as I sit and dream it ======================================== SAMPLE 17540 ======================================== 1852|"No, no, no!" interrupted Lucile. 1852|"Lucile, I think we are too late," replied the Frenchman. 1852|The voice was weak, though still, and the tones struck more like love 1852|than indignation. 1852|"And yet it was surely the most generous 1852|Which I heard on the stage since the days of my boyhood!" 1852|"I did not believe it." 1852|"Why not? because you have not heard the most profound note 1852|I had ever heard, my dear Lucile." 1852|And then--after a pause-- 1852|"I was not so certain, Lucile." 1852|He rose to his feet; the two of them stood there for a space 1852|As silent and slow in expression ever were two lovers 1852|Who had met beneath the same moon. But a faint smile 1852|Rais'd itself on her features; her eyes seemed to ask, 1852|In a tremulous tone, 1852|The reason why the word was so beautiful to her. He 1852|Sighed "Nay! not that!" 1852|"I am not that to you? You have heard, have you not, the 1852|Wisdom and the passion?" 1852|She turned away slowly. 1852|"Ah, Lucile, you're much too wise for that." 1852|He rose suddenly, and with his free right hand 1852|In a gesture of scorn 1852|Point'd at another, and as he did so his voice 1852|Felt like the voice of the thunder from the old church 1852|Gibbering out its awful discordancy: "I see 1852|That you are mistaken; no love can in these days 1852|Give one thought to a woman's happiness. Your young 1852|Wife in your young daughter is quite a different thing 1852|Than it was in our old fathers' days. A young man's 1852|Grief at the wife's death gives a boy a peculiar 1852|Reason to love her as his own. But now you are 1852|The very thing--the man--that I am talking of, and 1852|You know it--and so I will answer." 1852|A sudden light came in Lucile's eyes that was dark. 1852|"If you tell me that your father is in prison, you, 1852|That you are your father, I will not blame you for that!" 1852|"I thank you!" she turned her fierce eye away, 1852|And her voice sank to a low tremble. 1852|"And I thank you!" 1852|She made no reply, for her lips had lost their way 1852|With yet vague emotion, and there was no sign in them 1852|Of the use of the word. 1852|"Lucile, I have seen that he loves you, and yet 1852|I thank you! Oh, my Lucile! I thank you for what he 1852|Is saying now! For the first time. He loves you! 1852|Why, if ever I saw him face to face!" He 1852|Stood up suddenly and gazed at her,--for he seemed 1852|As if he could not say more, and then, 1852|Upstarting, he hurriedly shook off the dust 1852|From the broad mantle which the door-knife had cut 1852|And was grasping, as his hand fell back, and said: 1852|"How she looks! is she dead? or unconscious?" 1852|At this point 1852|The little maid, with her eyes still on the floor, 1852|Withdrawn herself from the old table, and sat down 1852|Before the bread which the husband's hand had brought. 1852|The man had gone back in the house, and the poor woman 1852|Wandered in the yard all by herself. In the great 1852|And wide world, even where she had appeared, there is room 1852|For a world of good characters. She could not rise, 1852|Not if she would. The woman's own words had shaken 1852|His whole spirit to its very base. 1852|And now 1852|With a heavy sound, and an inward, thoughtful glance, 1852|The two men met, with their mouths agape and speechless ======================================== SAMPLE 17550 ======================================== 841|A little girl that's a little girl. 841|It's funny because 841|The children had always been very good 841|To the mother 841|At the school 841|In the old church-yard 841|In the twilight, when they were boys and girls. 841|I have forgotten all but the words on the card 841|In the box, 841|The pictures, and the old-fashioned tale. 841|She is not the young man and girl I knew, 841|But a girl with a boy's voice who says "Mother, pray 841|I am very tired, 841|And my mother can hardly help me to sleep. 841|So if you are listening, you will never know 841|The love that I keep for you." 841|She is not the young man's boy I knew, 841|But a girl whose face was fair before his was she, 841|And the moon was in her eyes, 841|And her voice his mother's memory could win. 841|And he says in his dreams, "My mother, pray 841|For a little daughter in trouble,-- 841|A child whose face may see the blue sky again." 841|I have forgotten all but the end of the words, 841|That bring me closer to my little one's God. 841|Mother and nurse, I say, 841|What are the words you always hear 841|When your children play alone by the wayside? 841|They are words that your young children would dare 841|To speak for with their heads under their arms. 841|They are words your old children are whispering; 841|And you do not dare to say them. Yet I 841|Am the old man sitting beside the door, 841|Who has been waiting for long years for this. 841|God, they're in my house. 841|When the red rose is full of wind, 841|And the white rose is wet 841|From the lips that kiss it, 841|While all the world is gay, 841|And the sun is shining 841|On the gardens that bloom under the snow. 841|Then the black rose blows 841|And the white, and the red, 841|And all the rest of the flowers, 841|That the morning brings. 841|And the roses all say 841|To the summer birds, 841|While they blossom in the snow, 841|"Spring is coming, 841|When it comes to-morrow, 841|And winter comes to birds and blossoms alone." 841|There's a word, there's a phrase 841|I'm sure I did not know, 841|The children never learn. 841|'Tis the word for me, and 841|It is "Love is only seen in a glass." 841|God knows how I learn, 841|But I learn the word 841|By looking in the glass 841|That's only as it is, and what it says. 841|The word "Love" is my own, 841|And as for me, with the world's I never have; 841|For what does "Love" or "Love" signify 841|But what no one understands, 841|And "Love" only means, "I am happy with you?" 841|And I don't care if "Love" means 841|"I'll kiss you again if I die with your breath." 841|Or if "Love" means, 841|"You must not have any, 841|And if you do, I'll have all, 841|For you may kiss in the church if you please." 841|They're wrong, 841|I've only learned in the glass 841|That what they say is no word, 841|That what's said is a phrase, 841|And everything I have to say is a phrase. 841|I am happy with you, 841|Mother; the world could never hold 841|Enough of me. 841|And when one has learned to know 841|That they are right and all things well 841|And what's best for him is best 841|As he learns, 841|They always say, 841| ======================================== SAMPLE 17560 ======================================== 1358|In a night of clouds and rain, and on the track of morn 1358|Across our sea; 1358|There, under the broad blue heaven in the twilight pale, 1358|I saw the grey old church whereon our shepherd men were bent, 1358|And where, in the old time hours, the old people were a throng, 1358|From the choir out on St. Anne's day, I heard his bells 1358|Singing the blessed hour. 1358|There, beneath all the flowers, in all the vines and alleys gay, 1358|The gilded horses went. 1358|Where now they play, and whither they have whizzed along-- 1358|We, we went in a dream. 1358|How like a thing of earth, were we that dream of those old times, 1358|When all had meaning and all was good on earth,-- 1358|This earth that trembles and the earth that twitches with pain 1358|That made us men, when women stood at womankind's side, 1358|With hearts that beat for freedom; 1358|And now it is a dream they die to make it no more, 1358|But they stand with their last breath, 1358|Crowned with flowers,--women, men once more, in the great dream 1358|We dreamed of morn; 1358|The dream which men must let their hearts and minds define 1358|When all is vain--and all is foul and foul indeed-- 1358|And God, who taught, no more shall teach. 1358|He saw the city and the towers 1358|Of London and the Thames; 1358|He saw the London lamps at night, 1358|The ships moored at night, 1358|With thousands more that night were lit, 1358|And millions more behind. 1358|He heard the heavy herald voice 1358|Cry forth "London, Town, Tooting"! 1358|And heard with gnashing teeth, 1358|As if some black secret lurked 1358|Deep in that cry, some secret dark 1358|Underneath, that night of woe, 1358|As if some fatal demon's breath 1358|Were stirred and shifted, blown 1358|To say, even yet at will,--Oh, God! 1358|The night is past, the sky is wet, 1358|Winds sigh, and waves dash high, 1358|And there is sound enough to lull 1358|A thousand men with awe 1358|With which the living, drowned, are swine 1358|And dead to all but him. 1358|His hand knows the key of fear 1358|Too well to let the door 1358|Open on a world with wings again, 1358|And open wide the door 1358|Of hope, and his is the rock that lets in 1358|Tiger breath again! 1358|And still he goes, and still he stands 1358|With lips that speak and hands 1358|That speak, and hand that speak, between 1358|His tender lips and sweet. 1358|For a great heart and a great hand, 1358|Like an English city strong, 1358|Stands in the sea of blood that seethes 1358|In him and him alone. 1358|He knows how many and many a day, 1358|How many a day his hand can hold 1358|From out the deeps of that fierce night, 1358|To back to earth again. 1358|What is it through the night of pain 1358|He sees above his head 1358|The high towers of London, tower and spire, 1358|As his eyes follow each? 1358|Or where the sea of London blows, 1358|And spires the hill from stem to height 1358|Borne on the wave that bears them on,-- 1358|From shore or sea or none-- 1358|Do his great eyes follow it? 1358|Or on the wind-cuffed wave that flows 1358|For which the sea is to be filled 1358|With that great night of misery, 1358|Is his great eye set with fire? 1358|What through that night that love can see 1358|And not forget is agony? 1358|How far behind, how far from him, 1358|What hope that through that pain abides, 1358 ======================================== SAMPLE 17570 ======================================== 37804|And with a solemn, proud delight 37804|Filled the green field they had won, 37804|They toil on with undaunted hearts. 37804|The fields of the South they know, 37804|Bare to the sky and wind; 37804|And the great South-West they know, 37804|The glorious South-west; 37804|And the golden South-West they know, 37804|The Northern Border they love: 37804|And their hearts with rapture burn, 37804|And their eyes with happy tears 37804|For the land of English love. 37804|They are the chosen of God: 37804|The kings of the heart beneath 37804|The golden South-West; 37804|And they know the land of their birth; 37804|And of England's high claim, 37804|Yet they love to gaze afar 37804|Where her great flag waves in the West, 37804|And the land of their choice 37804|'Neath the golden West is England. 37804|In the lonely land of the West 37804|Lords to the West are come; 37804|The few, the chosen, the true, 37804|To seek on unknown ways 37804|The bliss of the English way. 37804|They are brave to the very life, 37804|They are wise, and they are old, 37804|And they wear the English name 37804|They are free from all pollution, 37804|Nor are they a mingled race; 37804|Whose hearts are warm, whose thoughts are free, 37804|But their thoughts are firm as rocks: 37804|And they see the future through the West 37804|They are the only men of worth, 37804|They are bold, and they are true, 37804|They are true, and they have won 37804|The bliss of the Western way. 37804|Aye, though it were of no avail, 37804|Though it were gained from no gain, 37804|We have come unto England's throne 37804|By a faith in the English King, 37804|And by faith in God in his writ 37804|And by faith in man in his might, 37804|And in His peace above in heaven, 37804|And by faith in the soul of man, 37804|And in the faith of England's right 37804|And in her right to rule the world, 37804|And by faith in the might of her might, 37804|And in the right of her empire wide 37804|And in her greatness, oh! that's England! 37804|And we have come for a right that is past 37804|All that we could have hoped to gain, 37804|And we can stand without fear or shame 37804|Wherever our flag's at rest. 37804|Oh! we are the only men of worth, 37804|The best of the best, the first of the first, 37804|And 'tis England that we seek 37804|To the worldwardwardwardward. 37804|The Westland we have reached, and behold 37804|The land of English pride and might, 37804|And our flag flutters high on the sky 37804|To tell the world we are true 37804|To our love of the golden South-west, 37804|Of the glorious English way. 37804|The Southland we have reached, and behold 37804|Her boundless realms of free enterprise, 37804|Her vast oceans of calm delight, 37804|And her soil, a fountain new, 37804|That flows for ever and ever, 37804|For England's own sake. 37804|And oh! we have come unto England's throne 37804|And our banner shall sail over her throne 37804|Whose right is the right of the whole 37804|For the glory of England's fame, 37804|For the good of her sons and great, 37804|For the fair, fair England! 37804|There's neither time nor place for tears, 37804|There's neither time nor chance for sighs 37804|Nor sighs for your own good or ill; 37804|For we are all dead and all too late, 37804|Whom England needs, her sons need, too-- 37804|That we might take the old ship and lay 37804|In moorland her anchors quick and sound. ======================================== SAMPLE 17580 ======================================== 20|From hence I call thee "Brother" (for so most speak) 20|And tell thee, to our Favourite Brother sent 20|By grace divine, that over this vast Deep 20|Thou now exaltest thine Empyrean high, 20|Lest submisse the Earthly Kings should ramble off 20|Into Distress, and leave their evil Brand in thee: 20|Then, while thou soar'st above, and though from hence 20|Thou still art nearer to the bliss that is, 20|Adore me still, and bless me ere I die, 20|Adore me still, and as I should adore, 20|Love thee, and serve thee ever as thy spouse, 20|Serving and love thee till I die, and then 20|Love thee, and die as I love thee, and desire 20|To die so, so serve thee ever, as I served 20|Love-hounds, to serve and be beloved by thee. 20|Thou shalt not die till I am dead, and then 20|Love thee, and serve thee ever, as thou shouldest 20|If thou hadst govern'd me, and me as w'ave 20|Permitted, as thou rul'st to be obeyed, 20|And not allowed what was disobeyd, 20|Since thou to me wast less by far than I 20|To thee unknow'd; but now I see thou wilt, 20|For I forbide thee now, as one who doubts, 20|And therefore forbear. Go thy way now; 20|I will not stay thy going, but will stay thee, 20|And serve thee still as before, if so, 20|That as thou live, I serve thee still as well, 20|And come not nigh thy death, but at thy death 20|My service shall be stopp't, and then no more. 20|So bidding, th' Earth-dweller went on, till he 20|Approached that Fountain where his Passion stood, 20|His Life-blood, transfixt there, he then perfumed 20|With Indian Blossoms, and with Flowers encircled 20|And lined, that like a Shade or Shore along 20|From Europe to Tropic East, or South by Cape 20|India, might flit in and out of all damps 20|That underwood Cape Comor, over against 20|The South West where th'Indies flow. 20|There, when he all this while 20|Betook him nightly to the Place, 20|As all things are confessed in these 20|Mysterious Fires, that now appear, 20|And now disport them, I will tell 20|How the fair Emireads and their Flowery Queen, 20|Myself perceiving how night long 20|Had held me suspended in this World 20|Delayed, by suspense of visions dark, 20|And of my self suspense of death, 20|And by suspense the Emireads, whom I knew 20|In suspense of them, and of my condition, 20|came and fell on me, and on all, with kind 20|Delight, on either side meeting, one more bright 20|And shadowy, and another less; till death 20|Cast deathless emulations forth among 20|His Deathless Spirits; till the Earth, Sea, and Air 20|Burst out into spontaneous existence, 20|And from their native Order took their names. 20|Thence, at the quiet whispers of whose sounds 20|I slept soundly through the whole Day long, 20|From the green Hills of my native Land, 20|Nor dreamt that I was a second birth 20|Endu'd with this dear breath to live and fade 20|After much life, and having tired me out, 20|Return'd home, and slept again. 20|And now, methought, no least motion stirs 20|The Earth or Ocean; that is Umpire 20|Whom I behold no quiver in nor horn 20|On our strong trumpet, but a Countenance 20|Of calm Absent-born upon his Throne, 20|Calm as the Gloom when the Sun is gone out, 20|While over all his radiant head the winged 20|Wind of Night stands ready poised, and ready stands 20|The ruthless Justice, flown to wreak her doom, 20|On France and on her Heirs. O why should he, 20|Clerkly and learned of Heaven ======================================== SAMPLE 17590 ======================================== 1279|By the bonnie green grove o' Hinnie. 1279|And the hares he shot in early spring, 1279|In a' their various forms, on wing; 1279|But I'm sorry he left us so late, 1279|Wi' his auld, 'tendey'd, weary head; 1279|For I guess he has waled out o' his feet, 1279|And by hamely cheerless wight; 1279|But I am nane o' Hinnie's crew, 1279|For I dinna ken his name; 1279|For he wadna ken my name, or what 1279|My 't was, or that I dwelt at Leven. 1279|And I'm wae for the hares, wi' a' their gear, 1279|Baith kye and sklim, in braw new breeks, 1279|Or the cocks that are cauving in the sheaves, 1279|That he has left, for a wife near kin; 1279|I wadna fash wi' nae gowd to fill his hands, 1279|And his heart may find another daw. 1279|Wha wad be like to like him, or like me? 1279|Or neither kind, but mitherless; 1279|I pray you, if you like him, give him heed, 1279|And like him ill, ne'er like him more. 1279|His kye are yellow, his gear is gray, 1279|Wi' the grub-brown dew, that the hoose weets; 1279|Baith kye are yellow, tho' their gear's red, 1279|Yet, awnly, wi' a' their gear ye'll see, 1279|The best and wi' nae gear is the best; 1279|Nae gear is like unto a' their gear, 1279|It's no where like to a' their kind. 1279|Then fill a bowl, and mak the brat as chuy 1279|As the best that ever twa did eat; 1279|For I ken, like, my wondring ee 1279|The saughest bauldest bonnie lass i' the den, 1279|Has aye lived on a' the hills and in the dale, 1279|Or a' the dale, an' the hills an' the dale. 1279|He has drink'd the bauldest brew, he has lear'd the rede, 1279|He has eat the grubstflixtliest i' the gowan, 1279|He has learnt the why an' the how, 1279|It's how to make a man like his ain dear self; 1279|But noo his auld tongue is not a word for mine, 1279|Nor any ken but how to Johnie know. 1279|His auld tongue aiblins will now I learn, 1279|But to learn the best I must a' my Johnie own; 1279|The best I owe to Johnie, though I lo'e him not, 1279|The man that oweth him nae langer--but a' the brew; 1279|Nae braw sirs under the sun, 1279|That aiblins wi' Johnie's race are running; 1279|To him it were as meikle to great to reach, 1279|To a' the power, and a' the pausing nae; 1279|For a' the mirth that Johnie gae to, 1279|Is now as far to him as to the king: 1279|To him, 'tis kinship as mens mad love affords, 1279|To a' the cares that dule and toil affords; 1279|As a' the cares that mak a man to mope and rue, 1279|As a' the cares that e'en o' warly sorrows mete, 1279|As a' the cares that please a man on life's dull stage; 1279|As a' the cares that round a man's han'ry languish, 1279|As a' the cares which no amaze can surprise 1279|But cause sae grave a' alarm. 1279|But ye, ye aiblins, sae weel content 1279|Wi' Johnie's gear ======================================== SAMPLE 17600 ======================================== 2888|To be a maid the fayre shall. 2888|To serve the porter you must be, 2888|Wish you be a maid of grace. 2888|To be a maid is a fickle thing, 2888|They can be good when they like, 2888|I never did think I'd tearest see 2888|My maidenhood in blest March. 2888|A maiden's mair than maids that I have seen 2888|Is the lasses that we bide at sea, 2888|And all of them go there an' be drowned, 2888|The whalestock is in her oar. 2888|The lasses that we bide at sea 2888|In the cold sea licht know well 2888|There's nothing licht but a piper o' the pence 2888|They can dance a whal o' the pence. 2888|It's a lass wi' her o' the pence, 2888|That's a fiewre we hae tane; 2888|If she is dancin', she's dancin' true to the end, 2888|I tell yer true by the by. 2888|An' I was as free as the wind 2888|That whangit Adair the pate, 2888|He was dancin' true to his O by the by, 2888|My leef thou hae heeard tane. 2888|A leasel, and a leasel. 2888|What! then ye be sae dancin'! 2888|An' if ye leasel the pate 2888|Ye wad na' hae the leechin' o' auld Ma'! 2888|For the dule o' me he wad na' hae bled oot, 2888|And his heart was dead as a claithfu' drum; 2888|But I tell ye by the by, 2888|There's nane in the warld but's a mither's maid, 2888|An' anither for to join her! 2888|Oh, say, wha has dancin' at hame? 2888|My heart is sair at this minute, 2888|Wha sae, or saud, or saudin', 2888|Sae sweet she is at hame? 2888|Ough! wha, wha, who can tell ma' 2888|An' sae at hame, an' for to join her? 2888|There's wha, wha, wha, who can tell ma' 2888|At hame, an' a' the warld is ma'? 2888|My heart's sair, &c. 2888|What! dancin' at hame? 2888|My heart it aches like a claithing shop, 2888|It stounds in the hollow o' my conscience. 2888|Oh, wha's dancin'? 2888|Wha's dancin'? 2888|Sae, sae, sae, &c. 2888|Ye'll gie my heart a turnin', 2888|O'er the hills to the northward; 2888|Sae, sae, sae, &c. 2888|Ye'll wile a' the wynes that race, 2888|For the land whar I was bred; 2888|Sae, sae, sae, &c. 2888|At the courtin' o' the kirk, 2888|'Twad be shame mysel' to come, 2888|But I'll not gang frae the kirkin; 2888|Sae, sae, sae, &c. 2888|It's little I care for a' 2888|The laird's wife's or the laird's maids; 2888|Sae, sae, sae, &c. 2888|Weel, weel, whae'er ye be at, 2888|Dost thou seek another's bane? 2888|Sae there's the land to be gane, 2888|There's the land to be gane, 2888|For a woman at hame, 2888|Here, here I am, an' a' that I can gang. 2888|As a lark that is j ======================================== SAMPLE 17610 ======================================== 20|That with his various skill, himself he might prepare 20|To serve at Hatim of his might the MOKANNA'S trust, 20|Though of his own self, though of no other Power, 20|He served: and such he served, and such he served, 20|As Heav'n voutsaf't; and all his other Masters knew. 20|Ah, would to God that such of Gods might be, 20|As have the Power to bring good out of evil! 20|To be as I am fixt, and though for Change 20|I sigh, yet smile to know that I can alter 20|Thy very self for to match with thine I cannot: 20|But change thou all thy Wealth, and have the Skill, 20|To make me where thou art, satisfied I shall be. 20|So saying, from his cheek the pearls withdrew, 20|Which with a tearful laugh he had dispossess'd, 20|And to the ground cast them all, and weeping said: 20|"Had I but wealth, or land, or other emprize, 20|To frustrate thee, I would not make a shift; 20|My Choice is, happiness or greater pain." 20|He even like an Angel now was lying, 20|Vouchsaf'd to lie on softest of naked strees: 20|But as it happ'd, his Steed had broken, so he lay 20|And soon resumed full strength; then thus his Spouse 20|Receiv'd him, saying, "Lie still, forbear thy tears: 20|And may those Flocks and People be thy Comfort Spirits, 20|That come thither from the manifold Nations, 20|And to our minster ever trooping go about, 20|Prepared thy Flight may wait thee in thine Aire." 20|This said, in to the Aire she led thee light, 20|The Nymphs you may be sure might hear her cheering 20|Through the dark shade: She open'd wide the gates, 20|And from her upper chamber hustled through 20|The lattice, where she saw thee builded right 20|Upon the standing mound, and sat you down: 20|She plac'd thee out thy burden, and began 20|To sing, when all at once th' assembly broke, 20|High o'er thy head, with power resistless, shee! 20|To stop the Organs of thy perfect Song. 20|I was alone; for with me only in 20|The Song was all the multitude responsueless. 20|At first it swelled a little, and went on slow, 20|But still at last it burst into a Flap 20|More awful then a Lion: _chimm'l'n_: _chimm'l'n_: 20|For fear of treading on his Dominion's foot. 20|Alone, behold! he sat, and sang it o're, 20|Till the great Hill was touch'd with it, and strook 20|With such a loud accompaniment it went 20|Of Gods own thunder: Then he bade them rise, 20|And sit, and greet him Gods, and such other Spells 20|As by degrees came down, and tones of Music, 20|With which the Air was strung, and such sweet Spells 20|As from the Heavens came down. They rose and passed 20|With many a knock and twist of wrist or hand 20|Much more resembling, in their wickèd ones, 20|Than those of Earth, and as they sat thereon 20|Made as if to mount, but one of them, a man 20|Girt with a Lann'd Armor, did attempt 20|WithKIND fearfully to wrest it from his Side, 20|But nought availing, for the Martyr's robe 20|Stabb'd this, and in mere scorn to Earth he went. 20|The other three, their whole strength spent, return'd 20|Th' Assailing Powers, and with sad groans went on, 20|Sad as when last they remembring how they fell. 20|But Hermes, King of all, whom all bewailed, 20|Thus mused: "O thou who so hastly hast begotten 20|A new World, calling down thy impious might 20|On that blest City, blest once by me, the Right 20|And First among Qualities thine ordain'd, 20|The place of all ======================================== SAMPLE 17620 ======================================== 3628|With a big smile to me, 3628|And I think, _I_ think, to-night I see 3628|The sky, blue in the dusk, 3628|A hundred times as clear and green, 3628|As blue as the window pane. 3628|And I think the birds are coming 3628|To sing to the bluebird's song, 3628|And the leaves are falling in groups, 3628|As they fall all the year; 3628|And I hear the pines wailing 3628|By yonder gray-green sea: 3628|I think of the song they sang, 3628|When all the woods were green. 3628|And I think it's nice and nice! 3628|To go to the world out here, 3628|The world I know, it's cold and white, 3628|No stars shine on the hill; 3628|And yet, oh, it's so beautiful, 3628|And fresh, and dear,--to go, my dear, 3628|Out through the world of light 3628|And be once more with you. 3628|And once more, dear, to be with you, 3628|When we who loved and knew 3628|Shall walk with the clouds in darkness, 3628|Where they will walk alone,-- 3628|The blue-eyed, weary angels, 3628|All alone and sad, 3628|And singing all day long 3628|The sad song I never sing. 3628|"Oh, God! I can't believe it! 3628|I don't believe in heaven, 3628|It's so full of a foolery, 3628|I wish heaven could know 3628|How I loved her. When I kissed her! 3628|"I knew it, and I said it-- 3628|I knew it, and I said it-- 3628|God! I can't believe-- 3628|I can't believe it! 3628|It's like--like I can no longer, 3628|There's something off in me, 3628|That is not my wife, 3628|There's something wrong with me--or God!" 3628|Oh! The blue-eyed baby knows! 3628|And that's why he won't believe-- 3628|He won't believe in heaven, 3628|And he won't believe in God. 3628|Then it's off to bed to lie 3628|Like a baby there, 3628|So tired, so tired of my worries, 3628|And all my doubts and fears: 3628|And I won't--I won't--believe, 3628|But I won't to anything. 3628|And if God won't believe in God, 3628|It's not what He wants of him-- 3628|It's what I don't believe in. 3628|For I know, and I know, 3628|I can't believe--believe in God. 3628|It's all in the quietness 3628|Of my heart, sweetheart, 3628|And in the peace of your arms against me, 3628|And in the love of your soul. 3628|The little, green, sun-flushed grasses 3628|Are blowing, 3628|Carrying a note of light 3628|Among them. 3628|Birds have fled for shelter 3628|From the glare of their new-found sun 3628|And cloud. 3628|Here, a tender baby's face, 3628|Is painted over, 3628|With tenderness that's boundless-- 3628|Where God's care 3628|Takes care of thee. 3628|I wonder if you are there, 3628|Or if I should feel as I do, 3628|To be playing 3628|And laughing 3628|And being all the time the only thing in the world to me. 3628|And if it's over, 3628|As sure as a flower 3628|Holds my hand forever, 3628|What shall be left for heaven's memory of me? 3628|And if I die, 3628|Is there a grave on the other side, 3628|And I can go there with you and know 3628|How soon I'm sleeping! 3628|And if no child can cry for me ======================================== SAMPLE 17630 ======================================== 1287|'Twas but an accident. 1287|Then I could hardly find my way, 1287|Nor could I turn my steps 1287|Back from the path; 1287|Even the grass at first was stained 1287|By the sharp point of a knife. 1287|And then, alas! the grass did not grow 1287|In the garden-close I'd planted, 1287|And in the garden-close I had 1287|Myself no longer planted. 1287|In the garden-close the grass grew there 1287|All around me, all without, 1287|And when I drew her down, I saw 1287|Only her shadow in the snow. 1287|I was in great distress 1287|With such an accident; 1287|But she took me by the hand 1287|And urged me to continue 1287|My journey up in air. 1287|I was, alas! my flight not quick, 1287|Nor on my limbs enough. 1287|I did not start on wings as then; 1287|I still was lying on the grass. 1287|When I felt the warmth above me 1287|'Twas to the garden-close, 1287|That I had passed through; 1287|My feet had been quite warm, 1287|And there I was now 1287|'Neath the open green. 1287|And soon I thought how the sky 1287|Did not look beautiful 1287|In that warm freshness here; 1287|For, surely, it was frost, 1287|Or rather the frost-beetles, 1287|That first did the hurt, 1287|Thirsting for sweet grass, 1287|And the warm wind was not much fonder. 1287|That was my sad and dismal hour; 1287|How was it that I fled 1287|From the very spot 1287|Where once I was once happy? 1287|That very place where in truth 1287|I still could still be happy. 1287|It may be she was a maid, 1287|And not a maid fair, 1287|Or a young maid she lay 1287|In the garden here; 1287|But I never, never, 1287|In the place where I lay, 1287|Wisht in such a manner 1287|As she was, my dear! 1287|How could I make her happy? 1287|How could I not make sweet 1287|The place where a loving bride 1287|Might be? 1287|But I would arouse my love, 1287|For I long'd to see 1287|How the young maid should go, 1287|For her wedding to make. 1287|If she loved me so well, 1287|To the house of love 1287|Why should she leave this life 1287|Won't she do? 1287|To the house of love 1287|Ah! if she had gone! 1287|That had been to me-- 1287|But we both would die! 1287|She was not for a jot the same as me, 1287|If a bridegroom a maid could get; 1287|But she's fair as the sun, and pure as the moon, 1287|If she's given me a kiss, too. 1287|She can keep a fire, and feed her flame 1287|On no other thing than me. 1287|The one's a maiden. I would to God 1287|I had the other to keep company 1287|In the world--and oh! how glad I would 1287|To kiss, 1287|To kiss her, then return! 1287|Oh! the love of a true boy! 1287|How can I the maiden name? 1287|She is not of a like degree 1287|And with such a name she loved not of yore, 1287|And all that I can tell you she did, 1287|For that her fame was so long-lived. 1287|A maid's a maiden, I'll warrant so, 1287|Who, since her birth, by a young brother's hand 1287|Lies in his bosom at evening low; 1287|A man's a man, if she's not his wife, 1287|To his fortune and honour too true; 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 17640 ======================================== 9889|My wife I trust. _But_ I'm 9889|My mind goes to the things that are 9889|Up there on that hill--and there! 9889|A little old woman, walking in 9889|A garden she owns, 9889|She stops to pick a flower, 9889|And then runs out to look 9889|To see which is the bloom 9889|Of the blossom that is growing up; 9889|And there in the garden, the little old woman 9889|Looks up at her with eyes 9889|That seem to look right through, 9889|A brightness so perfect that all 9889|The rest of the world seem but little dim. 9889|Such eyes are so soft--such eyes! 9889|Such eyes! 9889|Such eyes! 9889|But the little old woman loves to look 9889|At them in the dusk, 9889|And then, and then, 9889|She turns to us with a sigh--she loves those eyes, 9889|The eyes in the dusk, the eyes where such flowers grow. 9889|A little old woman walks in a garden 9889|She sees in passing 9889|Good things that come to pass, 9889|And picks a flower, and then-- 9889|A stalker, she wanders off 9889|And walks about, and walks about again. 9889|And the little old woman loves to look 9889|At the eyes in her garden, 9889|For then the stars seem brighter than pearls, 9889|And then the sun's rays 9889|Are whiter far than the moons of Neptune. 9889|And all is well--the flowers are sweet, the sun 9889|Looks on, and the moonlight gleams 9889|On the clouds of the night with all its silver ray; 9889|For--what is so good but good from this day until 9889|Death, with the cold, smooth hands, 9889|Shall press the lips of some old woman to a rosebush 9889|And prune her to the size 9889|From the delicate stem that all the day she has tossed 9889|Or broke for a plaything to make her happy once-- 9889|If she would let the flowers grow up her garden walk. 9889|So--there is naught to fear. There is naught 9889|To shun, there is naught to fear. 9889|For when the little old woman sees 9889|The flowers that grow up her garden's walks, 9889|As far from the heart as the moonlight is far, 9889|When the bright flowers shine on her like the stars on the sky, 9889|Then comes she to the same calm, sweet spot 9889|And stands there still, while each fresh bud 9889|Just as the roses look--as if she caught a bud from one 9889|But what a moment! With such dreams of roses 9889|How hard it seemed, at last, the long years to chase! 9889|And what a moment, when, out of the night, 9889|The light of the rose-light shines on the grave! 9889|So on she goes, and sees the blossoms 9889|Of all that she loved, and never loved at all. 9889|The rose is not yet withering, but the blossom 9889|Is crumbling, and the softness of the first is gone-- 9889|And she must go, lest her heart, grown cold so soon, 9889|Should break as a rose did when its petals fall. 9889|So down she goes, and is forgotten 9889|Of all that she loved or yet may love; 9889|And as she goes, she thinks of one thing-- 9889|The old, sweet garden she has walked in so many 9889|Years, and looks at it--tenderly, softly-- 9889|As if remembering her dear home, 9889|And what it was, long ago-- 9889|As if she were remembering still 9889|The roses long since dead. 9889|She turns; we see there stands 9889|Some flower, white as a snow-ball, 9889|But with a red, red spot in its heart. 9889|And thus that flower is seen 9889|By the little old woman sitting there. 9889|The petals all are blown, 9889| ======================================== SAMPLE 17650 ======================================== 1728|the good-will and the favour of Zeus, lest he should 1728|become too wrathful against us, and so we should suffer 1728|a greater punishment. There is no god but may do 1728|surer things among the living and dead, even tho 1728|he be called the lord of all." 1728|'So spake she, but I answered her and spake among 1728|my company, saying, "May Zeus who rules the storms, 1728|and earth, and heaven, vouchsafe to me this and more--but 1728|first slay this crafty man, who lies here in the midst 1728|of our company in wise saying. For surely such a man 1728|shall never return home and be beloved of his good 1728|lord Argos, who is far better-loved among men than he is 1728|because of the deeds he wrought in my father's house; and 1728|howsoever the sons might be men among us all he 1728|will not be esteemed better of us, nor of the 1728|womenfolk, nor of the men. Nay, I fear not lest he 1728|bring an end of his evil doing in the house of thy 1728|father that took his life for his lord's. But even so 1728|may his evil deed go down the deep halls of the sea, 1728|and let his fellows know his foul doing, so that they be 1728|ashamed and turn away from our country." 1728|'So I spake, and straightway she consented thereto. Thus we 1728|went on our way to the house of our father, and she set 1728|me in the midst of the rest of the company. There we ate 1728|the flesh of the oxen for the sacrifice, and we drank the 1728|thistle-sweet wine that their women keep; but when we had 1728|tasted our merry fare, she said, "Farewell, my sons, and 1728|wife and daughters. Be strong and brave, and this cometh of 1728|the will of Zeus. If ever thou shouldest return again to thy 1728|own country, I will make thee to be the lord of men and of 1728|the house of Iasvidus, and I will make thy mother proud 1728|evermore, seeing that thou takest delight in the feast and 1728|lovedest to drink." 1728|'So spake she, and I heard her bidding. And presently in 1728|the twentieth year began to show signs of age. I marked it, 1728|and I was grieved, as I was holding in my hand the hand of 1728|the maiden whom I had slain. And I turned to my wife 1728|and spake, saying: 1728|'"Thou knowest we are coming home; see that 1728|thou make ready thy fair chamber, and cleanse the fire, and 1728|lay yellow cakes of the best that may be in the strong 1728|bedchambers; and thy maidens too set all the wood by them, 1728|and gather the light therein, and place it round with 1728|blades that sharpen not, whereat the eyes of men may 1728|see the goodly fires. Do thou then this, that in thy chamber 1728|first of the maiden maidens there standeth maiden 1728|thralls. And there is a maiden here that is full of 1728|grief, a joyous maiden, Melantho: the wife of Mnemosyne, 1728|who is clerest of all the virgins and wisest of that 1728|maidens. Thou mayest be aware of her and her beauty 1728|among all that keep the house of Iasvidus." 1728|'So I spake, and did my will and did it to the letter. Then 1728|I bade the young men gather the light and the fire and 1728|lay yellow cakes and sweet wine in baskets, that they might 1728|bring forth the light therein, and place it round with 1728|blades that sharpen not. And I bade them this too, and they 1728|made yoked steeds each upon another, and they took the 1728|bark from out the house, in the morning, and they made 1728|the beams, and they made flooring, and they made the 1728|shelving ======================================== SAMPLE 17660 ======================================== 1381|And the cold, calm sea 1381|Is the air in the hollow, 1381|And the sea is the air. 1381|In a forest, the wind blew the wildwood 1381|From the greenwood 1381|As in a castle, the wind blew the ballad 1381|To a man who cried it 1381|For the man who heard it, 1381|That his life might end with it. 1381|And the wind to his lover went and the ballad 1381|Was in the pages 1381|And the wind, the wind in the earth 1381|Went and rolled it, 1381|Bearing it out to the sea. 1381|In a forest that blew the wildwood, 1381|The wind blew the wildwood 1381|As in the night of the night. 1381|And he gave his lover a blossom 1381|In a wood where sleep a hundred years 1381|In an age etern and immortal. 1381|And they said, 'What's this flower for love, 1381|That the wind has given for a blossom?' 1381|And the blossom was for a gift 1381|To a man whose spirit yearned for it, 1381|And for one whose soul yearned for it. 1381|But the wind blows it aside like a pageantry 1381|Of the death-dance of the dead, of the ages dead, 1381|Of the ghosts of the dead that look in the sun, 1381|And see, when day ends, 1381|A light for the spirits of all that slept, 1381|And a light for the spirits that wait at the door. 1381|In the darkness when the spirit is dead, 1381|When the spirit is not living, 1381|And when the spirit has passed away: - 1381|The spirit that was love, 1381|Is a night-dream for the souls that wait. 1381|In a forest, the wind blew the wildwood 1381|In the darkness of its season; 1381|And from the greenwood 1381|Rose its spirit for a voice to answer: 1381|'Here are the spirits of the dead.' 1381|And the spirit that was voice, 1381|And the spirit that was love, 1381|Was a wind-gust for the darkness that clung, 1381|And the torrent that followed after. 1381|O the night of the wildwood! O the night 1381|When the heart is cold and the blood is cold! 1381|For the spirits of the dead 1381|Hear the wind in their foreheads 1381|As they face the light that has passed them by. 1381|O the night of the wildwood! 1381|Night with wind in her bosom, 1381|And the wind in her foreheads, 1381|Facing her light that has passed behind. 1381|And the spirit that was voice, 1381|And the spirit that was love, 1381|Is a wind-dream for the living still. 1381|If I could build a city 1381|Like to the sun of Rome, 1381|With the water-poles and spires. 1381|In the centre of the town. 1381|All the houses should fall down, 1381|Save those built of stone and stone, 1381|Save those of my nation; 1381|Save the statues which behold 1381|Prelude and progress of our age, 1381|And the story of our birth. 1381|And the houses should climb up, 1381|Like the mountains which men see, 1381|Over the meadows where the streams 1381|Of the forest roll and run. 1381|All great cities which men build, 1381|For to know them is my art, 1381|And with language I am wonted 1381|In the places where I dwell. 1381|There the language which men use 1381|In my country is not mine, 1381|So I never would devise, 1381|Save as 'tis daily in my mind, 1381|What my country is or where; 1381|But, if any aught of mine 1381|Man shall be, I am free to speak. 1381|I, a traveller, in the wild, (17) who write 1381|Each day new things on ======================================== SAMPLE 17670 ======================================== May no storm prevail, 33193|Nor damps, nor frost, nor hail; 33193|No tempest our island rage, 33193|Nor sea-foam's whirling roar. 33193|May our calm waters ever feel 33193|No sea-fury's dashing blast. 33193|May no earthquake our shores assail, 33193|Nor raging hurricane 33193|Distress our ancient, happy shore, 33193|And o'er Calvary's field 33193|To the dark heart of hell we go, 33193|And there lay sweetest wounds. 33193|We will rest, we will be at rest, 33193|To the hour of pleasure given; 33193|We will seek no more the bliss 33193|That seems not, but can be. 33193|We will seek not the bliss, 33193|Although the quest begin, 33193|And long in the past, and now 33193|In the present, to weep. 33193|Yet, though we have learned to feel 33193|Our hearts' long, strong longing, 33193|We will go, with all the need, 33193|To the bright, bright moment, 33193|And be content with the end, 33193|And our grief a blessing. 33193|We will seek to our breast the hands 33193|For joy we might never gain, 33193|Since earth shall be ours for aye, till 33193|Earth shall be ours no more. 33193|In dreams, in the shadows we will wake, 33193|And will in heart behold 33193|Our souls to a voice that is near, 33193|As in last night's long night, 33193|To a voice our spirits long loved 33193|For the love of a dream. 33193|We shall know that in each other's arms 33193|Our soul is safe from all harms, 33193|That sorrow is but a name 33193|And our life is but a phrase. 33193|And that in love, or in any trust, 33193|There can be no false delight, 33193|But the true beauty that is found 33193|In that which is as true as life. 33193|No tempest, no night, no death, 33193|No grave for us shall be, 33193|For we are but souls of flame 33193|That burn in a single sun. 33193|The wind of the sea, the gust of death blows over the strand. 33193|The winds of the sea blow over them never, ever, never. 33193|And still the dead wave, that no one can leave, shall stand, 33193|As it stood when life was gone, when love was done, and men knew 33193|That there is no life save this that lies over the sea; 33193|Never a grave but will rise to a grave, a grave or shore. 33193|They have found the hidden home of the lost ones that lie 33193|As it was when life was gone, when love was turned to hate, 33193|And they have searched the waters for them on every side, 33193|And they have found them still in the south, where the land lies 33193|In their long-deserted home. 33193|To their eyes a sun shall the lost dwell at last in peace 33193|With the dead that were ever as light as the sea-waves' waves. 33193|Not the shadow, nor the gloom, nor the winds that can make 33193|The black wind-birds fly nor the snow to fall 33193|Can bring this long-lost love to its grave, nor the sun to the shore, 33193|For it waits for the sea-wind, forever in vain. 33193|But in dreams it shall break forth at last, and a new world be born 33193|In the lonely place where its mother of countless births made her nest. 33193|The wind of the sea sweeps o'er the strand, 33193|The wind with its breath shall bear thee home, 33193|Where the sea-waves of memory shall sweep thee o'er, 33193|For the sea-waves of night shall have rest. 33193|The waves shall cry o'er thee to and fro, 33193|The winds with their breath shall bear thee home, 33193|Where the shores that made so much of thee shall be 33193|As the wind that shall break forth in a breath! 33193| ======================================== SAMPLE 17680 ======================================== 29993|Called to her the one that was born in the olden time, 29993|The fairest of the women who were born since the days of old, 29993|With her feet set up in the moon, her breast and her breast's crown, 29993|A white and rosy star in the night. 29993|Then a sudden whisper fell 29993|On the eyes and heart of that sweet girl of the world; while the eyes 29993|Grew dim and the heart trembled with awe; 29993|For the olden times which are dying are living again, 29993|The golden days, with all their mystery. 29993|And the woman came, her arms folded, 29993|And the old, white star in the night, 29993|Like a star in heaven rising, 29993|Touched her face with a kiss; 29993|Gave up the heart of her lover, 29993|And the heart is a white bird winging. 29993|Like a flame of morning leaping, 29993|As if her own sweet star had come again, 29993|A white bird bird in heaven soaring, 29993|Shining in the night. 29993|How far off is my love to me? 29993|How far off is my love to me? 29993|How far off is my love to me? 29993|All the night I lie in the bed 29993|By the shadowy river, 29993|Where the night shall come wooing 29993|To a sorrowing love. 29993|He has come once more wooing, 29993|And when I shut my eyes to rest, 29993|There he lies waiting; 29993|With his breast in my hand embracing, 29993|And his eyes of gold are longing. 29993|I am his, and he says that I shall abide his bride all 29993|The night the wind blew from the north; 29993|I took him in my hand and he pressed it to his lips and 29993|told me that he loved me. 29993|Then I was angry, and as the night grew colder I threw my rags 29993|in the river. 29993|But the time of my anger is over; 29993|Then he came back a year ago to his old life and a wife. 29993|I have been mad for hope, as a child has been mad, but he knew 29993|him not, nor his face, nor his words. 29993|All the night he is there, and he lies by my bedside, 29993|And I see his white and rosy eyes, and his white tresses, 29993|All my life, for I cannot change the sun, 29993|And I lie on the silent floor, with no sound, 29993|And my thoughts only go to my dead love. 29993|Then I go away with the night for my lover, 29993|All on a night of fever; 29993|For there is a fever in my bosom, 29993|And I cannot forget him in his home. 29993|_He is dead._ I have done nothing. 29993|But I will build me up a house within it, 29993|A house that shall be as good as his own; 29993|And my boy shall have a mother, 29993|And his girl shall have a sister. 29993|I will call home again his father and his brother 29993|And put them to bed for my loss. 29993|But when his mother asks in shame 29993|Where my dead love hid herself the night he was slain, 29993|I will answer, "He was in my house." 29993|Tired of sleeping in his grave of snow? 29993|Go to the sea and walk in the sea. 29993|You will hear of the dead white dove, 29993|And the one that is never to be found again. 29993|Go to his grave in the sea. 29993|The sea is cold and the snow is white, 29993|And there's nothing to see on the sea. 29993|There, there, sweet; there's none to hear of him 29993|In the sea or the hollows of the earth. 29993|Nothing at all, and the cold 29993|In the wind-swept face of the sea! 29993|I heard the bells that day ring, 29993|And a distant echo ring 29993|Like a whisper to my ear. ======================================== SAMPLE 17690 ======================================== 1287|But if thou shouldst turn thee there, 1287|Thou'lt find the mountain 1287|Is all in wax and powder." 1287|Then he took a light, and he blew a spark, and, behold, 1287|Upon the mountain a fair maiden is sleeping,-- 1287|When the flame it flamed aloft, and it caught its sight; 1287|Thus, in fact, was his story told to the child;-- 1287|"And if thou shouldst turn thee there, 1287|Then thy husband, you'll most surely find, 1287|Is well-nigh in his third winter's night!" 1287|In the village, when he took his homeward way, 1287|The village folks the child greatly wonder how. 1287|The old man himself 1287|Saw his day-time far away, 1287|From his home in the mountain peak, 1287|When he thus did speak to his boy-band:-- 1287|"A very little for life 1287|Is best that thou canst offer with the sword, 1287|For a man may find 1287|A lady of the seven hills 1287|Can be no other, 1287|Than a little living, and little wealth,-- 1287|And a woman's heart is only true and tender." 1287|Thus then my friend 1287|Saw the good, old man to fall 1287|In his bed, with a heavy throb 1287|On his forehead, by what seemed 1287|Of that maiden whom he loved so well! 1287|"I will not be his wife," 1287|He exclaimed loudly, "I will bear the name of 1287|And he was forced to be in the temple a priest, 1287|And on the feast-day-eve he began his song, 1287|Who will bring the fair one, and bring her to us, 1287|That we may behold her in joy delight?" 1287|"Bring the fair one, and bring her, boy! 1287|Then he went forward his steps to rehearse: 1287|"Upon the blessed morn, when the sun, like 1287|A shining torch, illumes the world; 1287|When the earth lies open to our foot, 1287|And our feet can leave the temple's porch;-- 1287|Then, good and faithful, I'll seek the bride, 1287|Where she is most sought by mortal's gaze. 1287|"Thus the maiden, at dawn of day, 1287|In the chamber she so loved was found, 1287|For long she had kept from me her face!" 1287|Then he sang of the wedding, of the marriage-feast. 1287|"And when the hours of night were sped, 1287|I, with my pipe and pipeful's blossom, 1287|Spake the name of the Bride; and from her hair 1287|I drew 1287|A line, that the priests might prophesy on 1287|To the eternal house of glory, 1287|That the Bridegroom, when he came to woo, 1287|Would a fair wife find in the world of men!" 1287|Thus it was that the youth with anxious heed 1287|Had sought 1287|For the Bride-Bride, and so brought her here. 1287|The bride was there--she was with him now, 1287|The tears of sorrow, grief and guilt she brought, 1287|In the morning-hour when we beheld 1287|That the bridegroom's steps were now so near her, 1287|We thought that she was his own, 1287|And would be her forever; 1287|And a sweet thought in our bosoms grew 1287|To the thought that the fair maiden lay 1287|Beneath the bed, and that our joy was 1287|The more when she spoke in our ears: 1287|"Beauteous bride of my heart is thine! 1287|Thou, with the bright of eyes, and golden locks, 1287|With the sweet smile of maidenliness! 1287|When he saw that he could find not a single 1287|One, one maid with whom to wed 1287|He had found, he made his choice 1287|Of the two that could best please both his eyes. 1287|"He left the chamber and went towards the ======================================== SAMPLE 17700 ======================================== 5185|And the boat has reached the lakelets, 5185|But the blacksmith's hands are trembling, 5185|And his heart is faint within him. 5185|Here to land the boat has drifted, 5185|On the far out-stretching waters. 5185|Rise, O child, and catch a fish-hook, 5185|Go, thou magic fish-wife, fishing, 5185|Fly, thou flying fish-wife, swooping 5185|Drag the net beyond the marshes, 5185|Drag the net beyond the tulip-crops, 5185|Drag the net beyond the birches, 5185|That the fish may not be lost in them! 5185|Long the day and weary been for Lemminkainen, 5185|Hast thou then the noon-tide of thy journey, 5185|That thou may'st awake to sudden pleasure, 5185|Quick return for thy promised meed of honour, 5185|Glad recognition with hands and feet? 5185|What, thy mind recharging, what new purpose 5185|Dost thou bring with thee from earlier journeys? 5185|Shall I bring thee something better than good luck, 5185|Bring a net of broken fibreglass, 5185|Boldly made to catch the trout or whiting, 5185|That I may my home visit of other heroes? 5185|Come, thou good fisher, come, O lake-born hero, 5185|Come, O Lemminkainen's copper-fish-wife, 5185|Come, thou silver-feathered net-maker, 5185|Dost thou bring a better one than this one, 5185|Fairer one thou surely hast brought not better?" 5185|Thereupon the golden net was shining, 5185|Like the sun, in all its splendor glows; 5185|And the hero, Lemminkainen, gazing 5185|At the fish-hook surrenders on the water, 5185|At the fish-hook of the Island-hero, 5185|Now awakes with a start of pleasure, 5185|To his mother speaks as follows: 5185|"Woe is me, my mother, ill-born hero! 5185|Woe to me from ancestral insults, 5185|From the insults of my cruel father, 5185|From the threats of threatening high-knot heroes, 5185|That I brought to birth this cursed curse-monger, 5185|This unholy creature, Kullerwoinen. 5185|Bring me now a better one than this, 5185|Bring me now a better one than this, 5185|Bring me, O great mother, now a better 5185|One than this, the hook of lasting harmonies!" 5185|Gayly leaps the lively Lemminkainen, 5185|With his wooden sword he fights with wooden weapon, 5185|Whips his wooden sword as fiercely, 5185|As the wolves that tear the forest-leaves, 5185|As the wild-beasts war with forest-plants. 5185|Hardly had the hero Kullervo 5185|Slipped the wooden plank of Laplandai 5185|When the evil wizard-servant, 5185|Servant of Death, was at his window, 5185|At the window of the magic-killer. 5185|First the deadly enemy, Mi-go, 5185|Looked around his head for Master-something, 5185|Took the Master-something for Evil; 5185|But he found not what he sought; therefore, 5185|Eviler, and weaker, he travelled 5185|Northward, onward, to the headlands, 5185|Turned himself into the fisher-boat, 5185|Spake these words unto the fisher-boat: 5185|"Bring me supplies, ye fishermen, 5185|Bark of herbage, nets and cut-lass, 5185|Thus the hero has his fill of things, 5185|Greeting-card, oil-can with unleavened flour, 5185|On the day when he shall return 5185|From a long-distance voyage hither." 5185|Thereupon the fisher, Ilmarinen, 5185|Hastened to his well-filled vessel, 5185|Straightway rowed away his vessel, 5185|From the wrecks of the ======================================== SAMPLE 17710 ======================================== 17448|Owre a' his dule and grief; 17448|Hoo my heart is sair to think 17448|I could go like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|Like him owre again. 17448|"Like two knaves to-day, I trow, 17448|Though their faces hewn from stone." 17448|Like two knaves to-day, I trow, 17448|Though their faces hewn from stone. 17448|"Like two robbers to-day, I trow, 17448|Though they gore the innocent." 17448|Like two robbers to-day, I trow, 17448|Though they gore the innocent. 17448|"Like two murderers to-day, I trow, 17448|Though their doom may be life and death." 17448|Like two murderers to-day, I trow, 17448|Though their doom may be life and death. 17448|"Like two cravens to-day, I trow, 17448|Though their cause be a jovial one." 17448|Like two cravens to-day, I trow, 17448|Though their cause be a jovial one. 17448|Awe-fraught as ye are, 17448|In the wildest war 17448|Of auld lang syne, 17448|May auld lang syne 17448|A be your grace, 17448|Awe-forth, my heart, 17448|A be your grace. 17448|My bonnie bairn's my ain gudeman, 17448|For he was there wi' me; 17448|And though the lave be bent sae low, 17448|And taks his rest on the lea, 17448|And ane gets but anither call, 17448|'I hae the lass o' the land.' 17448|'An' daur't ye look to my land, Lord M'Lady! 17448|As the queen that I wer blind! 17448|If ye see my bonnie land, Lord M'Lady! 17448|'If ye see my land, Lord M'Lady, 17448|May the ae far licht sae deep, 17448|The sea sae treen, 17448|Shine on the land! 17448|We sair 'twas never our will, 17448|For it was we that was gane, 17448|To make the siller land 17448|As our ain country. 17448|But the fens were so sae sune, 17448|We flang our flails an' doun, 17448|And no ance we spied wight, 17448|But the mither's bonnie bairn 17448|Sae gallant she stood on the sheid, 17448|Sae lovely she shone upon the green, 17448|But her ain land was nae licht, 17448|And her ain land was nae licht, 17448|We aiblins gat a durn right heid 17448|Wi' her in our gude hearts, Lord M'Lady! 17448|The auld man gied his daughter 17448|In for to choose, 17448|"Tak' her, the lassie, 17448|For weel amang the heirdoms' sons 17448|May auld men come thechree 17448|And aye ken the mair 17448|That we're wi' the licht." 17448|Happie ha's aselts, &c. 17448|"Now, sonny, the licht ye hae 17448|And the land o' the lave, 17448|Ye maun have anither lane, &c." 17448|He gie'd his daughter to the brither, 17448|The laird o' the Lake-land, ======================================== SAMPLE 17720 ======================================== 2080|To a more gracious life, to death, or heaven? 2080|Can aught, save this one thing, in thy full life 2080|Belov'd, of the great Mother, make thee blest 2080|At this poor name, as once thou lov'dst the child? 2080|I know not. If thy soul's own star is set, 2080|I am thy star still. O, if, when thy name, 2080|With all the splendours of thy life was blest, 2080|Thou evermore wert loving only thine, 2080|Loving on, and loving in, and in love, 2080|Let thy full heart love ever, even to death! 2080|What! have thy peace, then, ever been but for 2080|That thy children might be pure from sin? 2080|Have they beheld thy heaven of bliss? 2080|Have they seen thy throne, wherein thy God 2080|Hath his perfect image? 2080|I do believe, and my whole heart and soul 2080|Saith it, they have seen and known, and held 2080|The truth of that high miracle 2080|Which will not fail them. And thou shalt see 2080|Thy heart's heart 2080|Unchanged be ever, though the star 2080|Of heaven depart! 2080|O, that the children might of thy love see 2080|The peace of thy omnipotence to save, 2080|As we do--let our glory and our trust 2080|Of thee, being made perfect by thy love! 2080|For we have seen too well 2080|Thy majesty, all glory of thy grace-- 2080|Spirits, that walk on, and of thy grace 2080|Are made, not loveliness of grace, 2080|Being made only. 2080|Yet may the children, when they look on thee, 2080|Pour not the love of thee outwardly, 2080|But inwardly in show of it! 2080|For outwardly may seem too mean 2080|Our love: and inwardly, too great 2080|Our love, which is too universal 2080|To make that love the greater for excess. 2080|But he that will love righteously 2080|May see himself made perfect in thee, 2080|And then thy goodness inwardly 2080|To all men; and that is not too great, 2080|The greater part of love, by right of faith! 2080|Nay, man aspires not to be an angel, 2080|But live a man, and dwell in his owne heart, 2080|As God there be in his own eare, and mind, 2080|And spirit, and thee. 2080|So shall their glory not be quenched, not clouded, 2080|Before the hour of perfect love from thee, 2080|Or that of life, for death is not death, 2080|Or that of life, but death; life and death 2080|And sin and death together, as two twain, 2080|That are the two last, though one is not two, 2080|But only one. 2080|The other is the grave, the grave with all 2080|Its coffins, and its cross, and all the throng 2080|Of angels, and the martyrs in their bliss, 2080|To look on thee, and die, and see the joy 2080|Thou bringest, and live, and givest to them 2080|All these, and many and many more! 2080|And thou art all, and all in one, and one 2080|With me, and all things that are, and this 2080|One soul, that thou bear'st, as a living flower, 2080|Blooms and fades, and one is death; and one 2080|Still watches, not unseeing, thy green leaves, 2080|Thy green heart, thy green feet, thine uncaressed hair, 2080|And thy soft breath. 2080|All things are changed; and the first of all 2080|Was thy full life. And its last breath is death. 2080|To live is to be alive, and life 2080|Is the end of things and of all things: 2080|That all things that are are breath; and our breath, ======================================== SAMPLE 17730 ======================================== 30357|From what we eat and drink. 30357|"Ye know," quoth he, "like all men, 30357|How luxuriant is the vine; 30357|Ye know how far this clime is 30357|From the temperate climate here; 30357|And ye that pine for cools and swains 30357|Know, where'er ye rove, the meanest 30357|Lowliest of all that graze, 30357|How mean the meed, and low the drudgery 30357|Of watering time and trouble, 30357|To bring you back the wanton vineyard 30357|And all its blossom'd grapes." 30357|"Oh no," sigh'd the youth; "and I confess 30357|I envied you. "How happy, then, 30357|That I envied me, when once more 30357|I view the fair, loveliest scenes 30357|Where other mortals tread. 30357|"These latter days have lent me sight 30357|That only smiles, these earlier 30357|Unknown to me. How pleasant, too, 30357|To gather bush and thorn, 30357|And break the boughs with chattering song 30357|To please a little wretch like me." 30357|Yet oft he smiled, for smiling oft 30357|Beneath his roof he finds, 30357|And in his garden fair is seen 30357|The selfsame smile he wore 30357|In happier hours ere he went 30357|To share the stranger's lot. 30357|Thus he is happy, and may be, 30357|As many other men I know; 30357|For he is sane, and loves to dwell 30357|At ease beneath the sky, 30357|While ever, to and fro, 30357|His little idle flight 30357|In the soft mosses creeping, 30357|The timid rogue appears. 30357|There he has hidden him, and there, and there: 30357|There he will live and ever be, 30357|Till the slow worm o'er him creeps, 30357|And leaves him with the rest. 30357|And I would be a ranger high, in some blue land, 30357|When the years have passed, and I, a wandering lad, 30357|Haply have come to the end of my fair Irish trail, 30357|And I wander, and wander from land to land, 30357|From sea to sea, and from glen to grey, 30357|With but a straw upon my back. 30357|Oh, was it but a doll I waked thee to-day, 30357|Or didst thou in reality a real lad appear? 30357|Forreal, like the doll, I see thee;--for real I sit 30357|And watch thy light step sink behind my native lea, 30357|And hear thee talk at the dawning of the day, 30357|Just as I used to speak at the dawning of the day, 30357|With only a trickle of the dew from thy ee 30357|To fill the gloam of my native lea. 30357|All day I've watched thee, and at night watched no more, 30357|And now at even I look to say good-night, 30357|But, with heart full of dreams, my wanderer here 30357|Longs to depart with thee to this new-cast world, 30357|To some far land of delight and light, 30357|Where not the sun nor shadow of night shall startle, 30357|And the light sighs that are sweetest of all speech. 30357|O, was it but a doll thou sawest at my side, 30357|Or did the dream of thy wanderer make it a true life? 30357|For real as thou art, oh, real I seem to be, 30357|And all thy day-dreams are hollow as all were before, 30357|And all thy ways are untried, 30357|And all thy thoughts and desires but tiny and weak, 30357|And all thy pride like my little life of joyless clay! 30357|I'll laugh my joys to scorn 30357|Beneath the sun-god's eye, 30357|Who rules the days and nights, 30357|And all mortal joys and woes, 30357|He makes as he will, 30357| ======================================== SAMPLE 17740 ======================================== 19221|That he may tell you his story. 19221|A dame of flesh and blood, 19221|I have taken a pensive view upon the Danube; 19221|And the stream that turns 19221|To a river nevermore, 19221|Is here in a strange land. 19221|There is ever a sound 19221|Of the waves that are deep 19221|And the winds that come and go 19221|Here in the country of a man. 19221|Yet the rivers and the streams of men do not mix; 19221|And the country that I am in is a strange land! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Hope! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|Thou and I have been long together, 19221|Thou and I have been long away. 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|Yet when we twain were young 19221|We in love made for't again, 19221|And then we made it more complete. 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|When I am dead and gone 19221|There'll be something in it 19221|That's nothing but grief to me. 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|There'll be nothing in it but woe 19221|But a sea of things to weep on. 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|But I shall say 19221|Unto the wind that blows-- 19221|Nothing in it all, but loss to you. 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|And there'll be nothing in it all 19221|But the noise of wind and cold. 19221|I'll say to the wind that whirls 19221|In a whistling windy thrill-- 19221|That it will stay at my feet, 19221|And I'll find it somewhere, somewhere. 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|There'll be nothing in it, nothing in it, 19221|But a wind that whirls and whimpers. 19221|What is the music that the wind 19221|Sings to the soul of a maiden 19221|Whom Love hath in his arms? 19221|The song that is heard over the Seine 19221|Is "La Repe aux Puis"-- 19221|And who may greet her there at night 19221|When comes the listening Hearse? 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|O the happy Isle of aching Will! 19221|Who shall say that the worst is done 19221|That was begun with the best? 19221|A few good husbands and a few 19221|Nice wives, and tender homes; 19221|And if all were as is just now, 19221|Branch after branch for us there grows 19221|A thousand things without number, 19221|That make a happy Christmas-tide. 19221|But the work is done; it is slow, 19221|And we have not a jot to give; 19221|And still we keep on chopping, 19221|For the love of Father Christmas. 19221|Why did they have him dead? 19221|What was his part in all this, 19221|That they did not bury him? 19221|How can I say it over, 19221|And yet,--'Twere too much to believe-- 19221|That his spirit was not gone. 19221|It might have been,--but then,-- 19221|As I have told you before-- 19221|I was as innocent then, 19221|And so was he,--and so was I. 19221|Oh, my sweet Ellen, could I dare 19221|To tell you what we all did there-- 19221|Forgetting our danger,--for a while 19221|And our great danger--that we two 19221|Were buried in the ground. 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 17750 ======================================== 8187|'Tis the last night she'll stay; 8187|And now, alas! the little maid, 8187|A little maiden grey, 8187|Has flown to the green isles to be 8187|With these sweet little men. 8187|But who was it--I must not tell you-- 8187|That came to her island still? 8187|Was it the old or young or fair, 8187|A maiden of the sea? 8187|'Twas a woman, 'twas the same, 8187|With looks of tender care; 8187|And when they brought their gifts, as pure 8187|As summer-drink could be, 8187|She kissed the little one of light, 8187|And kissed this little one of woe. 8187|"And is't these fair presents yours, little one?" 8187|The woman with the tearful eye 8187|Gave them each to the little hand 8187|And led away to the green isles 8187|Where the little maid lay sleeping. 8187|Then the maid to the man, with sad face, 8187|Brought also each a garland fair, 8187|And told him of her flight from sorrow, 8187|And of the tears she wept for the sight 8187|Of her kindred no more. 8187|But when to the man this news he bore, 8187|The man he was glad, and shook with joy, 8187|Till his heart it was filled with love 8187|For a maiden so lovely again. 8187|And as the sunset came, their boat to rest, 8187|This moment they dreamt of visions bright, 8187|Where the sea and the groves and the star-lit sky 8187|And the fairy-haunted woods among, 8187|And they saw afar, where the wavelets break 8187|In colors that come from the dreaming brain, 8187|And the boughs of the cypress-tree and the vine, 8187|And the leaf of the lilac-tree above-- 8187|But their eyes were still drawn upward to see 8187|In the misty sky the white sail of a ship 8187|And the glimmer of sails of sail white as snow, 8187|While many a breeze that in summer, when it blew, 8187|Was a voice that hailed them to heaven and home. 8187|"Truce! 'tis the last sail of the day!" 8187|They cried! 'twas all in vain-- 8187|The bark was gone from their sight-- 8187|The sail was changed, too--it floated on, 8187|Till, all in vain they cried, 8187|To rise and look for the bright sail no more! 8187|But night comes--by moonlight they behold 8187|The ship now safely in port,--the sails 8187|Are all hushed from their laughter and sound, 8187|The cypress leaves a dim gray ghost, 8187|But with all the rest, a bright sail on 8187|The moonlight shadow-sea! 8187|The first is the boat, 8187|With little Will, the maiden's mate, 8187|Who on that first sea-sparrow sits, 8187|And, dreaming with his wings around him spread, 8187|With him the fairies' sea-craft skims! 8187|Then, the young prince sits, 8187|With smiles of joy,--with happy look 8187|He looks at the fairies, and says, 8187|"In your eyes, sweet maids of the bowers, 8187|"I see, in all their graceful forms, 8187|"One who loves and is fair,--one who hates." 8187|And then he kisses the maiden's face, 8187|And smiles at the bardship's endearing. 8187|Nereids they see, 8187|With eyes so grave, that they seem bright 8187|As a dream of the lovely May. 8187|With eyes of hazel so deep, 8187|And tresses so soft, 8187|As when the moon, in the night's calm, 8187|Droops in a soft and dreamy dream;-- 8187|'Mong these, so fair, so pure, 8187|The first eider of all the nymphs, 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 17760 ======================================== 3168|"Thou art mine,--" 3168|"Ah, well," my father breathed: "but _what_ is this 3168|"And who is this? 'Tis all I sought and sought 3168|"To fill a father's heart. I see her now 3168|"That made me father of her life from youth: 3168|"She, motherless, I nursed. And this is all-- 3168|"And I--I care not now; my father loves, 3168|"And so I may; my years all run to men, 3168|"And so I may. . . . And if she is not now 3168|"And _her_ name be not _her_ which I seek, 3168|"If such it be, as men in such a time 3168|"Grow fond, and if my father do not win, 3168|"My mother's and my father's grief shall grow 3168|"To hate, until they wist at last it was she 3168|"Who loved my father. If he be not thus, 3168|"And if my father then grow on my child 3168|"To love him dearly for the sake of her 3168|"Which he hath made, what hope remaineth then?" 3168|So pondering thus I heard the priest, 3168|Thus he the words from out the heart of God 3168|Passing: "_And he hath called thee from his realm_ 3168|_To find the heart of the good world;_ 3168|"And now thou hast his own: and this is she 3168|That made me father, so I may not love 3168|"Her, motherless, that loved her father so!" 3168|So, I replied, and thereupon began 3168|To think,--and found my mother's heart more true 3168|Than she had seemed; and when she cried, "O God! 3168|"If in a good and pure cause thou dost keep 3168|"The name of Christ--and in this I win thee 3168|"To lead my child to thee; if thou wilt not, 3168|"Then send the spirit from the world of clay, 3168|"And give me all I would have of thee." 3168|"Nay," said the priest; "nor love nor hope I hold; 3168|"But only love, and love of other souls 3168|"Among their kind: one man's sin can ne'er 3168|"Surpass another's: what I crave thou give." 3168|"Nay," said the priest; "and yet this is the end - 3168|"But thou mayst make a man's sin fall through 3168|"E'en though his soul and body fail him straight; 3168|"Nay, in the Lord's own name I pray of thee 3168|"A mother's name, and name and work of mother, 3168|"Then be it that my child may have such name 3168|"That when, when he calls, at thy coming, 3168|"His mother's voice will be in that sweet voice 3168|"Which spoke to mine an hour gone by, 3168|"And mine an aim I would not win 3168|"Of mine, that aim, and all my life." 3168|Then up I rose in faith and held my peace: 3168|"I give thee praise for this," I said. 3168|Sitting beside my mother's grave 3168|I sighed; for while still my soul there glowed 3168|I seemed as I would feel her last breath, 3168|And then, too faint with sorrow there 3168|To speak, so deep her death-wake lay. 3168|There are, too, those who would live that day, 3168|When souls of all the world together 3168|Shall meet and pass beyond the door 3168|Of all the house in bliss again. 3168|They turn and laugh again; and they 3168|Who know they nevermore shall be 3168|Go forth unto their homes in vain. 3168|I live my life to bring my God, 3168|And if I fail then let a man 3168|Make trial of all. 3168|"For thy heart," he says, "who seeks a thing 3168|For very love of ======================================== SAMPLE 17770 ======================================== 36002|And as her eyes that shone with ecstasy 36002|Were a deep depth of light and love, 36002|I saw it and was transfixed 36002|With the deep essence of her face. 36002|There is a night 36002|In which her soul would like a spark of light, 36002|Had we but wings of silvery blue. 36002|A spark of light is hers, 36002|And only her, to be a spark, 36002|That by its spark may be increased; 36002|For no spark could breed her bliss, 36002|For one is all! 36002|And all her soul, like a small crystal glass, 36002|Is as a drop of sunshine flinging 36002|Its radiance from her soul out into space. 36002|My soul, my little glass, 36002|I am as water, or as light; 36002|Or as a sunbeam falling from the sky 36002|Into my soul's unlighted sea. 36002|My soul, for all your beauty's sake, 36002|My little glass! 36002|I am a wind on earth; 36002|My name is as a breath from heaven, 36002|And my presence is the breath of flowers, 36002|That blow about my little feet. 36002|My name is as a rose; 36002|And my name is the fragrance in the air 36002|Of sweetest music and the blest. 36002|My body, white as ivory, 36002|I am, my soul, my body too, 36002|Whose form is as the morning dew 36002|Among the flowers, by the breeze. 36002|I am the breath of morning, 36002|The morning breath of morning dew, 36002|The grace of morning skies 36002|And all the morning stars. 36002|I am the day; 36002|I lift you to the sun's gold height: 36002|You dream of me, my soul. 36002|It is as day, it is as noon, 36002|It is a light and a shade, 36002|A hue of blue, a shade of brown, 36002|A sound of wood and a sense of wings! 36002|It is as the little leaves in the garden, 36002|That sway and whisper to the trees; 36002|It is as the little dewdrops on flowers; 36002|It is as the scent that breathes from musk; 36002|It is as a wind in the darkening wood; 36002|It is as the beating of the waves; 36002|It is like an angel, in a dream. 36002|O my soul, O my heart, O my soul, 36002|My body, body, heart, and soul, 36002|Whose light is mirrored in your light, 36002|My body, my spirit, my heart, 36002|Ye are of your bodies, not mine own, 36002|And though mine is a glorious gift, 36002|Your gifts are of your shadows made. 36002|They dream of the past, they dream of the future, 36002|Of the day-star of dawned day, 36002|Of the great waves that are racing; 36002|They dream of their home in the sky. 36002|They dreamed about the white hands waving 36002|And the moon in a new dress; 36002|But the music of all the winds was drowned, 36002|And the sound was forgotten now; 36002|And the earth, in her dreamy silence now, 36002|Felt the warmth of the summer air. 36002|What was the song of the birds, then, then? 36002|It was a thought, a dream. 36002|And all night long they sang, and it seemed 36002|They did not know why. 36002|And ever they sang, with the song 36002|That had nothing to do with the song 36002|They were singing before. 36002|And ever they sang, and it seemed 36002|They did not know why: 36002|But all, all night, they sang, and the night 36002|Reached at its long last span, 36002|And the trees grew dark; and it seemed 36002|That never more it should be 36002|To follow the song in the autumn days 36002|To the light of the spring ======================================== SAMPLE 17780 ======================================== 937|From thy light shade I have come, 937|My face and heart, thy light and shade. 937|I come and live in thy light. 937|I love the day they gave 937|To me, the night's long slave, 937|And I turn to the day's to come 937|When I can see and love thee, Lord. 937|And I bring and live in thee 937|A light and a spell 937|Of rapture for thy day's conquest -- 937|And thy night's dark captivity, Lord. 937|Let them pass, and my love and my light, 937|The light of thy day's conquest, 937|Shall pass to the light of thy night's captivity, 937|And be with thee. 937|I know a hill, 937|A mountain here, 937|Wherein a mighty tree, 937|With great arms broad 937|Of tender branches, 937|Plied his long branches 937|In the clear-shining, 937|Golden, shining water, 937|That in the valley lies. 937|No other bird nor birchen tree 937|But with its little song 937|And trill of peace, 937|The trees and branches of this hill 937|In their gladness greet. 937|In a still, calm heart, 937|'Tis the tree's sweet sound 937|That I now sing, 937|And love its silence; 937|And it makes the water 937|Of the river sleep. 937|My heart is glad to stand 937|Where the sun's eye beams 937|And the tree's clear beams 937|Are seen to shine; 937|'Tis the cool, clear air 937|That the trees receive; 937|The woods that grow in the valley 937|Are like their own glad dreams. 937|I can see the sky 937|That keeps and stays 937|The soft dews o' spring 937|Upon our happy hill; 937|I can hear the birds, 937|The woods that sound in peace, 937|That sing and chirp, 937|That never seek for more, 937|Of beauty, or praise, 937|To think of love. 937|I am happy here, 937|For there's a peace, I tell 937|Of loving heart; 937|When a little song 937|Of love and joy 937|Is heard from the shade, 937|It is the voice of peace, 937|Or some sweet charm 937|That gives a new birth 937|From the green-grove's sleep. 937|To say that here 937|On this hill-side 937|We hear the birds' song 937|That fills it, 937|Would be a falsehood, 937|If we could tell, 937|Or the music-birds 937|Make as they go 937|With their glad-voiceless songs. 937|But I know 937|'Tis but the rain 937|That rings the hollow trees, 937|And the white-winged birds 937|Come no further away; 937|That gives each tree 937|A song new-born -- 937|The rain-time's joy -- 937|And it is a sweet part 937|Of the song there 937|Of the rain-time with us. 937|And I know that the river 937|Is but the stream 937|And its gentle flow 937|Is the soul of beauty. 937|Oh! what a blessing, 937|What a glad blessing 937|To know that we 937|Are only born here! 937|But I'd willingly give 937|My life for that 937|Which is so far away, 937|And I've oft felt the love 937|Of the trees and the grass, 937|Like children's tears, 937|Weariness in all 937|And love on all 937|When I'd lived in love, 937|And made my love all mine 937|In the love of all, 937| ======================================== SAMPLE 17790 ======================================== 1855|In memory,--and in truth, in the soul of a man. 1855|It is not in you when, the white, the proud, 1855|As you climb the stair of the temple to pray, 1855|Will you know, like me, in your heart of the cold of the West, 1855|How the Lord is with you? - when, as from the altar the bride 1855|Is lifted, to her lover she turns her face, 1855|As her hands touch the couch, and from the altar he calls 1855|The bridegroom, to kiss once more, and to say Good-night 1855|To the bride and the bridegroom. 1855|Will you think of the days when the white and proud, 1855|As you climb the stair of the temple to weep, 1855|Will you dream of the days when, when the pale, the young, 1855|Grew pale, and the Bride of the Chirst was gone, 1855|Sitting on the crest of a lance that had stood, 1855|Bowed, with a thousand hearts, on this proud, this white altar of Time, 1855|In a silent, sad hour, 1855|When the great stars of our race 1855|Looked on our troubled earth, 1855|And the white and proud and pale 1855|Went with all the poor and proud - 1855|With all the dreams of the past, 1855|With all the dreams that are sweet 1855|In the heart of a woman, 1855|With all the hopes that are bright 1855|In the soul of a man? 1855|Will you hear the voices of men, 1855|When the white and proud and pale 1855|Ride for their love through the air, 1855|And the poor and lowly cry 1855|From the mount of the far-away, 1855|And the young, from the land afar, 1855|Cry--"The Bride and Bridegroom wait, 1855|In the land of their birth?" 1855|Will you hear, too, the voice of the young men 1855|In the home they have left, 1855|In the land of their birth and heritage 1855|Which they chose for the tomb? 1855|Or, will you think of the days, before, 1855|When, in the ears of your God, 1855|The white and proud and pale 1855|Ride but as ghosts of their men, 1855|And the poor and lowly die? 1855|When, down the ways of your land, 1855|On the great white road of light, 1855|The dreams of the poor and lowly, 1855|And the dreams that are dark, 1855|Shoot the dream that is bright, 1855|Or, like a light wind, only 1855|For the dreams that are night? 1855|When the pale and the proud and the poor 1855|Are gone from their grave; 1855|When the poor and the pale are but dust 1855|In the furnace of Night, 1855|Where, with the light of their graves, 1855|Glows the iron heart of the bride, 1855|That is but a bride indeed, 1855|That has no woman's name, 1855|No eyes in the grave, 1855|To make a star of? 1855|How can you teach a man to look on women with their eyes, 1855|They see the same by heart,--the very same things they see 1855|In their souls as they see in his? 1855|You shall not break my heart to a wife, and she is the one 1855|That you would have a wife of your own. 1855|But, if for the love of her home, and the love of her child 1855|And the little child that still is at her side 1855|You would choose your wife simply for that home, with its home 1855|And the old-time loves for her sake, 1855|I will have tears for you on a day 1855|When the sky grows dim with sleep, 1855|And the stars shall be dim with you, 1855|And the stars shall come to me; 1855|When I shall sit beside my living sea, and the sea shall grow 1855|To be the only living sea.-- 1855|If he look on me now, my dear, and ======================================== SAMPLE 17800 ======================================== 23665|That makes the very walls I am about to climb 23665|Look down upon me like a glassy calm lake, 23665|So, when the housewife comes, I go with eager pace. 23665|I go to tea before I go to bed; 23665|And in the whole of a night's sweet dreams I take 23665|Much delight from the very touch of the latch. 23665|But when, for a change, I do as you advise, 23665|I come away with a sudden and perfect glow; 23665|And then the room grows black as night, 23665|I know not where to find my rest: 23665|For, in a moment, as I walk in at the door, 23665|A sudden and perfect love I feel within, 23665|Yet cannot utter a word, and I cannot say good-by. 23665|My mother, I'm sorry to say! 23665|But when I see the young folk on the green, 23665|With eyes full of joy, and bright with rosy cheeks, 23665|At home they seem rather too bright to be wise, 23665|And in my dream have some great news to report. 23665|I must report it, or stay with home 23665|A month or more; and then I must go 23665|To a great country town, and live by myself. 23665|I must be gone, for I, you must know, 23665|With toil and pain, am all too well-- 23665|And then the world is black and dull, 23665|And then they are gone; but you, my dear, 23665|Must watch, until from their sight you turn, 23665|And bring me back a message from you,-- 23665|One that I should like to hear and see. 23665|I am, 23665|O boy, so glad, to say, at last, 23665|They have come back:--I can't but say so. 23665|O boy, to tell it, when 23665|All the little children have gone home, 23665|When you find again, in passing by, 23665|That which was lost in the summer-time, 23665|Do your best to bring each little one 23665|A rosebud, or a crumb of crayon, 23665|To remember by name:--but, O boy, 23665|A week, or two, or sometimes less, 23665|In most unyielding patience will prevail; 23665|And then, perhaps, the words will come true; 23665|And I, after all, will not complain. 23665|Come to me, O my Life! 23665|You that in me breathe and live! 23665|You that in every limb and vein 23665|Of my being live and move! 23665|For you, O Life, 23665|'Tis I am mortal, yet alive. 23665|The heart within me, that doth seek 23665|Your love, 23665|And yield to you the passion-dews, 23665|A life--but given to your arms: 23665|And thus I serve Love, in this world, 23665|As from my father's throne I see 23665|This heart of mine, and bend my will 23665|By loving you for evermore. 23665|Come to me, O my Life, 23665|You that stir passion-weed! 23665|You that on my bosom fix 23665|A starry heart of flame-- 23665|What, O my Life, 23665|What of this heart and of me, 23665|My light and life? 23665|Why are you turned away, 23665|Loveless and lost-- 23665|Why do you so long delay, 23665|My Love, my Love? 23665|Alas and alas! 23665|In vain to ply 23665|Your weary hands, 23665|Dreading what death may delay, 23665|The loving heart! 23665|For, while Love bids you, I await, 23665|And, impatient, wait in vain, 23665|And yet the heart 23665|Can nothing waver, stand 23665|By the light of Love's star, 23665|On your wing, on your wing, 23665|Come to me, O my Life! 23665|That I may know 23 ======================================== SAMPLE 17810 ======================================== 3238|I see a child in beauty sleeping 3238|'Midst the meadows green of long ago; 3238|And all her life is long and bright, 3238|And all her dreams unfold above. 3238|I hear a voice from out the grass: 3238|"Come hither, child, I pray thee, come!" 3238|I see a vision of how things were 3238|In days of long ago, 3238|Far in the West a mountain range 3238|Burst like a flower apart, 3238|And all the West was rich with beauty, 3238|And green was all the land; 3238|And a star hung in the heavens bright 3238|And sparkled through the mist and rain. 3238|And a bird sang under the tree 3238|That overlooked the wood; 3238|And he sang: "My little song, 3238|The heart within my breast 3238|Tells of a world of treasure, 3238|And joys of sweetest joy." 3238|Over our heads the mist and rain, 3238|Were swept like smoke away. 3238|The tree-tops rose like silver wings 3238|By a swift force divine 3238|To loom above the little hill 3238|And loom through the wooded land. 3238|And the star shone sweetly there 3238|Like a covenant of love, 3238|And a dove fluttered in the air 3238|Across the pathless land. 3238|And the great stars loomed so high 3238|That the soul of a mortal man 3238|Could not well encompass them. 3238|And we there in the world of men 3238|Standing watched and waited 3238|Did not dream of some sweet hope 3238|In the joy of a little day; 3238|For we felt our hearts grow cold 3238|But the joy of all the years, 3238|That sped so swiftly by, 3238|Shaped into years of golden birth, 3238|And joys that are not done. 3238|We are grown to man's estate; 3238|And now, in many a watchful hour 3238|We all are ready to go, 3238|Sleeper, to life's high birth, 3238|When we stand, clothed from head to feet 3238|In that glorious work to be. 3238|I heard a cry coming from the city street, 3238|And with my head I heard the noise would be. 3238|There is many a time and place I've heard him call, 3238|And many a day the thrush has made his moan, 3238|And when his nest is empty on the breast 3238|of the wind, he calls on all the maidens of May, 3238|And they all answer: "Baby, where are you going?" 3238|I never knew but one time when he cried, 3238|But that time is past; and there's a cloud is on his brow 3238|and darkness is about his home. 3238|At last I know the answer is "Come home with me"; 3238|I know the answer that the thrush has made; 3238|Then, when I meet myself, and see myself with him, 3238|I must say: "The Queen has come again, my dear." 3238|And so I am come back to the wide world again, 3238|And home is made from out the thorny shade; 3238|And the joy of work is over and done, for it was 3238|the glorious season of the Spring. 3238|The young Spring winds brought the golden fruit to lightening 3238|The boughs of many a willow tree; 3238|The buds took hold of blossoms, and they whispered 3238|In many a strange unknown language. 3238|The trees looked up with looks of pity 3238|To know they found their home so fair; 3238|O many a bough the birds were gently bending 3238|In glad welcome back from May. 3238|The Spring is come home; O, come, my fellow birds, 3238|And join in music all about; 3238|Come, let us join the voice of melody, 3238|That sings to welcome the year away. 3238|For now the year's returning 3238|Is coming on apace; 3238|The Winter has gone home ======================================== SAMPLE 17820 ======================================== 1745|And from the thundring Thunderer by himself, 1745|Satant-like, without a sound or motion made, 1745|Or speech, or cry, or motion, sat, still hung 1745|With unshaken erect, and under Waves 1745|Of his dread power entwined, as one by one 1745|He kindled into shapes, and set them in the Deep; 1745|The last, whereof as meanest child of Sound 1745|Pleasing, through unchancy in his Soundness, wrought 1745|Harmonious dissonance, and struck amaze 1745|The Soundness with his Soundness; He in whom 1745|All harmony in Heav'n and Earth resides, 1745|Thus in thir multiplicate Harmonies worked 1745|With pow'r of instrument to wrought amaze 1745|The Lord of all th' assembled Heav'ns; nor his sound 1745|Felt hee, but on thir faces, somtimes erect 1745|With courage fierce, and oft with threatening look 1745|Began to smite, and oft with force superior, 1745|Bent and austere; for these Abominations 1745|Rulers of the Earth, did put their pride 1745|To shame thir Maker, and did renounce of late 1745|His exalted state and Peacock Empresse, 1745|For whom so many Flames thinnez we see 1745|And baldits in the fresh Rose-gardens plac't, 1745|Soddering thir plumy Tresses, that now stand 1745|Alone or in their neighbourhood over all 1745|His work, though of a surety still secure: 1745|Whereat th' Apostatriste (as approved of now 1745|They look him in the face) with visage seav'n 1745|And awful countenance, such as no eye 1745|Of human wight, hee or she, could be blest 1745|With, stood astonished, and with pale looksts light. 1745|The rest, whom o're his Scepter th' Almighty 1745|Adore, stood also amaz'd, and wondering, 1745|As one unsurouted who stood untrode 1745|New come, admiring more their inupliative; 1745|Which was the Apostle's, whom they first saw 1745|To be called Man, though neither thought nor saw 1745|To be thus ranked with the Fox-pulp. Thus they, 1745|Discoursing with what force they could, till the Spirit, 1745|In Active Speech, declared what would be the end 1745|Of all, of this their great Creator thus, 1745|Inclinable now to swerve, now in the making 1745|So farre advanced, that they could no longer delay, 1745|But gloriously began to disport 1745|The great effects of their great working. About 1745|Their Circles slack'n and chisled stood the Clusters 1745|Of existing things; Garths, and Moulds, and Heads, 1745|The corbes of Beasts; the tough skin of heapes 1745|Of solid things, and the quick Vas% of Evanence 1745|Fed by moisten'd Dew: the same was th' Ultrut 1745|Of various Airs; Air that throbb'd with Wind 1745|And murmurous Air that never sith began. 1745|The Earth was capacious; and took in large 1745|Millions of Geese a-plight, as beseems a Plough; 1745|Millions and millions of Rabbits; and other Care 1745|For wild Creatures, and muckle care for man 1745|Plainly dispossest by Time and New Observance: 1745|For both by Ordination hence began were, 1745|To judge of Earth and Heaven, and Earth to judge Earth, 1745|Base and void, by spot and foul: for all Earth 1745|Gainst the Sun neer seemed but subject to him. 1745|Each Star, that now to Earth appearing, graz'd 1745|With Earth the same, and inwardly each Spheare 1745|Of late his refuge; God the Guide he saw 1745|Becoming; and not as heretofore, 1745|When the strong Orb of ======================================== SAMPLE 17830 ======================================== 16059|Inclusión en la trópolisía 16059|Y pudieran una escara maldita; 16059|Que en tierra santo encantar la lumbre 16059|Eterna asombra a la puerta alumbra. 16059|A un sueño es el alboño, 16059|Y pudieran una escona, 16059|La luna lisonjera, 16059|Y el cielo entonces de las flores 16059|Lo que huye el bajel á una sombra. 16059|Se pasó con misteriosa, 16059|Ni las nubes ha sido con cuyo bálto, 16059|Y con voz dolarle; 16059|Mas sér así sólo atrevío 16059|La tierra encanto. 16059|A ti, Padre, así un profundo y florido, 16059|Que le bastando ví varones, 16059|Cuando en un bosque de la vida 16059|Al cueball más bajo el alto. 16059|Y tú, ligera, tú, faz querida, 16059|Espera el alto canto el cuello. 16059|Dijo, el amor también la voz, 16059|También las flores enamorando, 16059|Cuyas cados la tierra hermosura. 16059|Y la misma alcaída en las naves, 16059|Banda está de mis años difez, 16059|Y á tierra no soy más enamorando. 16059|Por ti al fin sin lelevó, 16059|Sin lelevas al cobarde el amante. 16059|Banda y con que se leven, 16059|No soy yo, la misma al mondo y miso, 16059|¿Qué triste tienes tiranos, y no quiere lejos? 16059|Sólo en cabo el caballo, y al cabo la tierra 16059|Sé fuera con vuestro sol, y al camino. 16059|De la misma al mondo y miso, 16059|Y al cobarde le vuelo á mí; 16059|Pero á la misma no me ahoga 16059|Por ser le vuelo. 16059|¡Bello es vivir! que se amorosa 16059|La misma se le ven el sol; 16059|No se ha del dueño, y ella en amarillo: 16059|Cómo pudo que la misma le veno, 16059|Que vivir al mismo vuelo. 16059|Los sufriras que le amorosa 16059|Todo el viento al mundo, y es espira 16059|Del dueño, y trémulo el sol. 16059|Sé fuera con vuestro sol, y es espira del mondo 16059|Cuatro años mi puerta en un verano, 16059|Dejarémos con sus pajes y corríos; 16059|No se ha de ser que dieron, yo el juez amor 16059|Con muchas cosas ha por tu sacerdote: 16059|¡Bello es vivir! que se amorosa 16059|La misma se leven el sol. 16059|¡Bello es vivir! que se amorosa 16059|Las palabras de la llanura y mi ciego, 16059|Quando se alaba mi frente que del día! 16059|¡Bello es vivir! que se amorosa 16059|Las palabras de la llanura y mi frente! 16059|¡Bello es vivir! que se amorosa 16059|Si cántida se amorosa, y yo pone un día 16059|Para amarémigo, por ser ponera su verbo, 16059|Sennor lo que se amoroso, se ======================================== SAMPLE 17840 ======================================== 615|His noble heart, a mighty blow was struck; 615|As from the rest he was aghast and still, 615|"What are these wicked deeds alone do fault! 615|For this I naught will do; to him I give 615|An oath, and say that whosoever he, 615|By those that done him foul disgrace, 615|Sends me to him, shall at his helm repair." 615|The rest, who saw the man on horse return, 615|All of one soul, with one accord unite; 615|And those who were his adversaries say, 615|That (and therein I well-believe them) 615|He in one field his sword can easily strike. 615|The monarch who that oath has heard declare 615|Muses, and the cavaliers who stood beside; 615|But scarce hath him in his mind before he went, 615|Since on a sudden burst the lightnings light. 615|He gazes up; and in what knight he views 615|He finds, who there hath been the deed's author, 615|Wholly of his deed unvext in act or deed, 615|Whose blood was mingled by that murder-play, 615|Yet he the cause his fury cannot wield, 615|For he for blood had nobly died, the peer, 615|And such intent is to perform that wrong, 615|That 'twas the deed, that he so great a shame 615|To his dear country's slaughter would have done. 615|So is this deed the first and worst of all, 615|Which he to do in honour of his lord. 615|Nor will he quit the field, the monarch said, 615|Who the ill death of Marphisa would forego. 615|The valiant Duke, who, if he could have swerved, 615|Have not, or could not, this foul outrage wrought: 615|For from such madness hath his head been led 615|So far, that he, by pity of his woe, 615|The cavalier, who did it, would forego. 615|'Tis thus resolved that every warrior's part 615|Should be that of defending honour's plain; 615|But he who would the deed pursue, shall know, 615|'Twere long to tell how many by his aid 615|In fight, who by this deed will soonest die, 615|Who in that day to peace and war repair, 615|As he will after death, or, by that pledge, 615|When he his body shall behold again. 615|He, when he knows who he this deed pursues, 615|Himself shall slay him that the deed has wrought, 615|With sword or lance, sword or axe or axe-blade, 615|Or else his life shall forfeit all that blade, 615|And to the charge his head Orlando brings: 615|But if his foes prevail against his blow, 615|And kill him first, with him in time shall stand: 615|And this with greater loss than when assailed 615|By his Rogero was, when he the twain 615|Fought on the other side; at him in one bout 615|The faulchion he upbraided with his hand, 615|And by that sword -- too frail was that metal -- 615|Withal was smitten to the vertebrae; 615|And the strong spear, so goodly to subdue, 615|He was disarmed of it; which, when his stroke 615|Had pierced the brain, full many a stroke away 615|His forehead and his shoulders to the bone 615|He pierced; and as he in the heart full fell, 615|Sufficed the living flesh to do the thing. 615|By these, how good it was to aid, he deemed 615|Those knights and damsels of his should sustain, 615|For the brave Duke himself against them would 615|His sword recommence the doubtful combat, 615|And they at once to do or dare the thing, 615|Or perish in the deed, chose naught beside. 615|But that he deems not now the people's cry 615|As well as those who do as well, should be 615|Who make this course, and these, so he suspects, 615|The Duke his foes will never to the deed 615|Their purpose more than him will follow ill. 615|He spurs with two lances, that the cavalier 615|Has struck, to him, who wields a better mace. 615|In this ======================================== SAMPLE 17850 ======================================== 19385|I have loved her all the time that I can remember, 19385|For ever since she came to live with me; 19385|And oh! she was a dear little thing 19385|To me, as good, as kind, as fair! 19385|For I can see her eye, as it glistens, 19385|Tingeing the roses all with sweetness; 19385|And her little laugh, that wafts through the grove 19385|Of the beech-tree ivy-buds, in such tune, 19385|As all sweet things must follow on it. 19385|But oh! she was a dear small thing as good, 19385|And kind, and funny as she was fair; 19385|And when we parted at events remote, 19385|And far from each but enough to touch, 19385|I think those dear little eyes glistened with 19385|The tears and kisses heaven bestows! 19385|There lived a man, an only son, 19385|A lad, an only sorrow; 19385|A loving brother, a father kind, 19385|A gallant brother warrior. 19385|My brother went to fight in the lists; 19385|He came, and then returned; 19385|And he's but lately come back, 19385|His wound with tenderness redressing, 19385|He sits beside the fire 19385|In the quiet night, and he sighs, 19385|And he sighs, oh! he sighs! 19385|I watch him all the night, 19385|He's the darling of my heart; 19385|And I love him with a love as true 19385|As it is kind, and deep, and strong, 19385|On him I send the tear, 19385|And the blessing of a bosom true, 19385|Oh! hang his gun, 19385|I'll not let him shoot at my wife, 19385|In the dark she lies awake, 19385|She wonders where he is, 19385|She sighs and she whines; 19385|I love her with a more than human love 19385|More than can be told of man; 19385|There was a man who loved as I do, 19385|As I do love her now; 19385|But he was wrapped in the shades of night, 19385|And I sat by his side, 19385|And he gave me such a fearful look, 19385|I could not bear it more. 19385|He gave me such a fearful look, 19385|As would tempt men to die; 19385|And he stood a moment by us three, 19385|And looked with a look of dread 19385|At the look he gave me when he said, 19385|"She is dead!" 19385|Now he is dead and gone, 19385|But I live a life that is bright; 19385|And a brighter life hath been mine, 19385|As I rise and go, 19385|And I've risen, and I still can rise, 19385|Where the sun burns brightly, 19385|On the high moor and far away, 19385|Where the trees are gay, 19385|And the streams flow by, 19385|And the moon sits on the mountain-top, 19385|With her azure eyes, 19385|And the waves flow by, 19385|On the high moor and far away-- 19385|Auld Kirkaitie! 'twas a dear wee grave, 19385|An' it's fairer wi' a gude gray beard on it; 19385|An' I've aye met wi' the dear dears ay; 19385|I used to be like to them a gude luck, 19385|An' I'm aye as leal and leal wi' them yet. 19385|The dearers a' are on the dear laddie, 19385|An' the best of it is--he never'll quarrel. 19385|For there's nae crime an' there's never a stain; 19385|Wealth has no part in the de'il's guidness, 19385|But the lasses bring it a-ward, and the best o' 'em. 19385|And if there is a crime frae the lassies, 19385|Wha bids to some good-for-nothing, shall gang them; ======================================== SAMPLE 17860 ======================================== 3023|And from the windows looked towards the town. 3023|The master-builder now I sought, 3023|And stood within the yard before; 3023|A workman-man stood upon the floor; 3023|A man did him beneath the chin; 3023|But with a stone she was alone. 3023|"You're here," said she, "I'm in a passion! 3023|You'll make all others sorry; 3023|I have the stone!" But though it proved 3023|Harsh, the master-builder's jest, 3023|She did not answer wheresoe'er I turned. 3023|The building's finished, that's made 3023|In haste! Oh, how can I be sorry? 3023|And will my husband be in trouble? 3023|What would he do, say, do? 3023|The master-builder's finished! 3023|The man that did the work is done, 3023|The men that helped in the day are gone, 3023|The people, how shall they sing or say, 3023|Praise the man that built them this house? 3023|Praise the man that built the building! 3023|My brother, I will tell you 3023|This, the truth of it, I know; 3023|My brother, I have seen him, 3023|This night to-night, with mouth wide open, 3023|And not one of all the folk about! 3023|That is the trick of cunning; 3023|But there is something yet unseen, 3023|That nothing can allay; 3023|I've seen him in your father's house, 3023|Where none in sight appeared; 3023|He was, I fear, as you declare. 3023|For I have seen him everywhere! 3023|That is the trick of cunning! 3023|The master builder is finished, 3023|I hear from yonder tower; 3023|The master builder's finished, 3023|By whom? by the devil or a witch? 3023|He is building houses in France! 3023|Where he shall build a house of brass! 3023|He knows so well how far to go 3023|In my great work, when he speaks to me. 3023|You should have told me, you fool! 3023|I'm in a passion myself, 3023|Though for a reason I've nothing to do. 3023|The builder will build me once again 3023|A little house, this time of stone, 3023|And all the trouble will be past; 3023|And when, at last, I build it square, 3023|When I'm standing in my garden, 3023|With the roof-tree and fence between her and me, 3023|I shall go there, in comfort and ease, 3023|With a stone for a door! 3023|Pardon, then, my speech so rude, 3023|I am only building here. 3023|I'm only building here, I swear, 3023|To build a house of stone, 3023|A house, forsooth, that will endure! 3023|Oh, build me, too, 3023|A house with doors at the back! 3023|But if a door were before me, 3023|I never would enter in. 3023|O build me too a door at the back! 3023|What, should a house before me 3023|Be raised to heaven in haste? 3023|But if it should face on 3023|Besieged before all else, 3023|I'd have rather not at all. 3023|(PAUS makes a doorway by her with a knock, 3023|and the PEGIERAL HANDCUFF glares.) 3023|The very worst, the very worst! 3023|(THE HANDCUFF swings, and the door GABRIEL lifts; 3023|the PEGIERAL shuts.) 3023|PAUS (as above) 3023|O holy shepherd-girl, I fear, 3023|My house is left unguarded this eve! 3023|(PAUS steps forward.) 3023|My house must yet belong to thee; 3023|The maid is mine, but the shepherd's wife. 3023|(PAUS strides backwards.) 3023|My house shall yet have respect for thee ======================================== SAMPLE 17870 ======================================== 1568|Where the world is so small, so frail and bare, 1568|And I am so big, and you and I 1568|So little, you in the great, great sea. 1568|Your face is white, your eyes are bright, 1568|Your heart is strong, your thoughts are wise; 1568|A joy lies deep in your bosom still, 1568|And the world is so small, so frail and bare, 1568|And I am so big, and you and I 1568|So little, you in the great, great sea. 1568|I know a garden where the sun 1568|Has never tread for noon and night; 1568|It blooms with stars and roses red, 1568|And all the nights are hot and dry. 1568|I know a garden with tall trees 1568|That reach all sky from bare red walls, 1568|And one white rose that lies and smiles 1568|On lonely white walls in a garden park. 1568|The sun has never sought this place, 1568|But he makes every morning new; 1568|And every evening when it sets 1568|It is the best of all places, 1568|And all the flowers are dearer 1568|Because they bloom and never fade. 1568|I know a garden where the dew 1568|Is never soft on flower or tree, 1568|For me the sun makes tears of dew 1568|As he comes creeping unseen. 1568|It is a garden in the sun, 1568|And it knows no other sun, 1568|Where the dew makes no sweetest tears, 1568|And it knows no other tears. 1568|I know a garden where the grass 1568|Fades ever like a weeping child, 1568|Until in winter it grows 1568|So foul that winter comes too late. 1568|I know a garden that will close 1568|At the last, at the last of all, 1568|And yet stays open to the moon. 1568|I know a garden in the cold 1568|Made bare by rainbows of June; 1568|Garden in the sun made bare, 1568|That opened to the sun's soft light - 1568|Only to close like a crying child. 1568|There is no other in the world 1568|That I so much want, I said. 1568|I have no need of any one, 1568|But I would like for nothing very 1568|Greater than my garden in the snow, 1568|And I could fill it all to the brim 1568|With my own garden in the snow, 1568|And it would be my garden in the snow - 1568|The garden in the snow, 1568|So much better than my garden in the snow. 1568|My garden in the snow? 1568|And, O my garden in the snow - 1568|My garden in the sun that freezes it, 1568|And mine in the great cold outside 1568|That never is calm, but always is chill, 1568|And I would so utterly die 1568|That all my life again should be chill - 1568|Would be complete death, 1568|And my life were complete death, 1568|My garden in the sun in the snow, 1568|My life in the moon and the stars and the sun 1568|Which always are here and always look out 1568|Of the beauty of the garden in the sun 1568|For all the beauty of the garden in the sun, 1568|And ever look out and see 1568|How far from here my garden in the snow 1568|Vie with the roses of day-gold in the sun. 1568|My roses, and I could grow them 1568|Out in the sun and the roses of day, 1568|I could hide them in a lily-cup 1568|Till the frost should freeze them and they bloom; 1568|I would grow them by a sun-dissolved chalice. 1568|I could hide them under the shade of a rock, 1568|Lying half-hid in the moonlight and dew, 1568|Till they blossom almost as red as the thorn - 1568|Thorn that the moonlight passes to destroy. 1568|And I could hide them under the snow, 1568|And the roses under ======================================== SAMPLE 17880 ======================================== 25340|"The great sun had no face": a word to those who feel the old 25340|shallow-seeming sorrow-- 25340|the sorrow of that uninviting grave, 25340|where sorrow has no entrance: 25340|It is a word to burn with a fresh affection for a 25340|grief that is the only way for a man to go 25340|to heaven. 25340|A hundred years of love,--but who can tell 25340|How many were the happy years that we had loved? 25340|All was so brief! 25340|The simple love of simple hearts, where man--for love of me; 25340|And then, the gentle faith in whom we trusted, not in 25340|that dark place; 25340|The faith to trust in men, who spoke our words for us; 25340|The faith to trust in God, who hears our hopes and our fears; 25340|And the sure faith that God is good, and there is no power 25340|foolish; 25340|The faith that all the blessings of the good shall be ours; 25340|And all the love that all the loved shall bear, and love 25340|that man 25340|Could wish for other men, but not to give him must-- 25340|Not for the earthly hope, that lives,--but through the love 25340|that binds 25340|All suffering to man, and every hope to God. 25340|The simple love of simple hearts, where man--for love of me; 25340|And then, the gentle faith in whom we trusted not in the 25340|shadow, 25340|But trusting in God--for whom we trust, and not for hate, 25340|But trusting for man's sake, and not for another man's shame; 25340|And faith in God that makes us all His, and not blind and 25340|folly; 25340|And love that takes each grief and every care, and builds all 25340|fondness. 25340|A hundred years of love--and so I say for ever, 25340|Though love is as brief as is the time, and death be near; 25340|And many a time for man has lain in waiting for his own, and 25340|I am as ready then to yield, with Time, his withering arm, 25340|As is a child that wails for one it never sees, that wails 25340|To us that lost a face--for him--and wistfully he weeps. 25340|The simple love of simple hearts is a faith to me so strong, 25340|It makes me tremble with some fears I had before, and then 25340|I forget to live my own--with him--unknowing of his will. 25340|A thousand thousand years of love, then, are mine; but, oh! 25340|The thousand years of man, were mine with him--to meet my own![ld] 25340|I said, with all my heart, "When all these years shall have 25340|But one, what will be left me, now he is come to me?" 25340|In all the days of man, and all the years before, 25340|There came to me the hour of death, but not of life: 25340|I knew the hours would follow, but I had no fear; 25340|I knew there were not days, but that his days were past. 25340|O life, life, living, loving! how sweet thou art,[dm] 25340|With all the happy things of earth! and yet,--I know not why-- 25340|With all the things of earth, thou art not worth the while: 25340|And, sweet and sad, is love--too sweet for me to bear; 25340|Love, sweet and sad, is now so tender, love is now so dear. 25340|Sweet are the fields that summer breezes fan,[dn] 25340|And sweet the trees that bear the apple's cup; 25340|And sweet on either hand,--for me--the gay 25340|Fresh hills that ride the golden noon-ray down; 25340|But sweeter, O sweetest love of youth, 25340|The heart that waits with me--and loves, yet lives! 25340|I know a spot where, 'stead of blossoms, grows 25340|The thorny bush of grief,--the thorny bush of love. 25340 ======================================== SAMPLE 17890 ======================================== 2058|Till thou hadst said thy last blessing on the dead." 2058|"That were not so," she said; and the light grew dim; 2058|I knew that we had parted, and I sobbed and mourned-- 2058|"Thou art as kind as any heart in the world. 2058|My thoughts will ever love thee, and my heart will yearn 2058|Over thine image, and in thy form recline; 2058|In thee will I be ever--thine, and thine-- 2058|Thy child shall be: and in her, my joy, my bride! 2058|Thou wert my father's mother; there is none can 2058|Excel and hold thee up against thy might." 2058|I said, "Alas for me!--and here I am sad!" 2058|She said, "Alas for me! I shall see no more 2058|Of thee; I will live on in my heart like a part. 2058|But let it now be silent, let us sit down 2058|Under the glad green trees, for our hearts must meet 2058|Out there by the sea, as our feet now lie dry 2058|Under the dead leaves with the salt wind." 2058|She took my hand and led me where the ferns were, 2058|And there we stood by the babbling streams of fern, 2058|And she told me how the leaves would die in twain, 2058|And all would die for ever, and rise again 2058|In the far-off days that shall never be. 2058|I do not know what they would have of me, 2058|Had I been still a child; but in a trice 2058|I know that I would love them, and in love, oh, 2058|I would die of love to be with them again, 2058|Wedded to them both, by their side to stand 2058|Where now we stand, in the green woods by the sea. 2058|Oh, what a glorious vision it seemed then, 2058|To see the pale one of the dead in her eyes, 2058|And to hear her softly speak, while in mine own 2058|I grew to understand her perfectly. 2058|"Now that my eyes have looked on great and small, 2058|And every kind of thing, and seen the good, 2058|Why should I ever yet wonder at this state 2058|Of things? Ah, my friend!" She made reply 2058|And stood upright on her feet, and looking down, 2058|Stared down at me and said, "I think the sun 2058|Had ceased his striving, and fallen as to rest, 2058|Even by this sea. And now, it is the hour 2058|When we must set about the task we fear: 2058|Let's up to bed in haste, and make it fair, 2058|And haste the washing; all that is to do 2058|Is to give her body to her mother here, 2058|And to take up our loads, and bid her rise 2058|And wash before we do away to sleep." 2058|I thought of other things--I thought them strange-- 2058|And then the dying voice fell on mine ear, 2058|As some one pressed my hand, and said, "Come, God bless 2058|Thee, my boy, and this poor body give to Death"-- 2058|(I heard, but thought more wildly of my own); 2058|So I made haste, and rose, and dressed myself 2058|In the best light that my eyes had at that time. 2058|My limbs were stronger going to the wash, 2058|And lightlier I arose as I got down, 2058|And took the water, and did the work most quick; 2058|At length I washed, and called the bath to mind, 2058|And up the stairway, with my eyes half-closed, 2058|Stepped slowly on, to follow dimly now 2058|Upon dim pavements, till I saw arise 2058|Some steps leading slowly up the stair. 2058|Then I saw the sun, and the little spire 2058|In the pale splendour, and the arch at last 2058|Was all in flames, and, burning in the air, 2058|All that once was white was all in flames, 2058| ======================================== SAMPLE 17900 ======================================== 2620|That once he dreamed was truth, 2620|But since the dream was in the night 2620|The truth will be till morning. 2620|If that thou wouldst live, as I do now, 2620|Go not to court ungrateful, 2620|Suffer thyself to be untrue, 2620|Or by the common weal forsake 2620|The people that have loved thee so 2620|They gave thee of their wealth to use, 2620|Let them give back the wealth they get. 2620|And if they will not do it, 2620|And if they dare not, 2620|Though hearts are bound to make it, 2620|Turn them away to misery 2620|And leave thee without defence; 2620|For we, the rich, that have more, 2620|Fled ere we gained this place; 2620|And they of the poor, poor, were born 2620|And we have suffered to have been 2620|From many sufferings and wrongs, 2620|For hearkening to the good cause 2620|And the sweet words of the time:-- 2620|That thy good heart beget 2620|Love in all the world, within and without: 2620|Then thou shalt have a friend for ever. 2620|The old man said "Come away," 2620|But the child said "Let me stay," 2620|And the old man said "Let me go," while the child said "No." 2620|Old man and child stood still, 2620|And the old man cried "This must be done." 2620|But the child said "It were well;"-- 2620|And the old man said "No, no, not so." 2620|When he said "It are not," then the old man's eye 2620|Was as pale as snow, and the tears came out of it. 2620|When he said "They will never know," he looked as real as I. 2620|That was a thing for a prophet to whisper about, 2620|When a child's heart is sore, and a thing the angels have said, 2620|But, when the aged man was dying, and longed for his return, 2620|He said "No, no, not so," and he never would say it again. 2620|And the old man fell down and wept, and the funeral pyre 2620|Burned high beside the hearth, and he wept--I saw him at last. 2620|And when his last living breath was gone, and when the spirit came 2620|From out the clay it said,--"Behold me, O my friend, and my son!" 2620|And from the grave came from the grave, saying as it passed, 2620|"Who and what are ye?"--they stood before him--"Nought but ghost! 2620|Come forth from thy hiding; speak forth plainly, speak and say, 2620|Who and what are ye?" said the old man sadly to the child. 2620|And he answered, "We are the children of the angels, and _you_; 2620|The living now are long gone, and the spirit said, "Why, yes, 2620|You know, my child, 'twas that angel who said, 'Come back to me." 2620|And the child answered, "What can I do, O my father, now? 2620|I am alone, and no living thing can any more come near 2620|To help me: yea, and when I was ill and you were near-- 2620|"I have come back to you, O my father," he answered, "I am 2620|Come forth from thy hiding: speak plainly, speak and say, 2620|Who and what are ye?" said the old man sadly to the child. 2620|And the child answered, "I am the shadow of the man that sold 2620|The child said, "The angel of the man that sold me shall be; 2620|He is risen again, my father; yea, and he said to me, 2620|It shall be done, my child, when your strength comes into your hand; 2620|When your strength comes into your hand, then shall your heart rejoice, 2620|So the old man spoke, "Then come, my boy, and follow me yet." 2620|And the child answered,--"Nay; you may stay far hence when you will ======================================== SAMPLE 17910 ======================================== 1365|The king was dead, and now I stood 1365|Among the dead men who have died, 1365|And saw the dead men with their eyes 1365|Blinded and silent by death's blind side, 1365|And knew that they were dead, indeed, 1365|And the world lay open to the sun, 1365|And that the sun, with his great fires, 1365|Had gone to see if they had sleep; 1365|And that the sun upon these graves 1365|Was still a wonder, as he was, 1365|A wild and dark world, full of dust, 1365|Of which we were the servants; 1365|And thus with a great joy I viewed 1365|These soldiers, when they had lost 1365|Their leaders, not for better or worse. 1365|The men who were to lead the guard, 1365|And the men who were to lead the land, 1365|The chiefs, the kings, the senators, 1365|All with their valor and their might,-- 1365|All without their heads or wings 1365|Were heroes, all, and all without name. 1365|Aye! the boldest and the best, 1365|And the men who had done their best, 1365|Were called to the crown's command. 1365|To-morrow they would not go 1365|For all the men who followed them, 1365|But might not come to earth the last, 1365|And might not come to their earth's own. 1365|And then my father, whom I do not know, 1365|His hair in curls that curled behind his chair; 1365|He was no man to weep, and none to greet 1365|With tearful eyes, and tender talk, and sigh. 1365|But ere I come, let me say a word; 1365|Let me go down into the village fair, 1365|And there to see a game at four, and play 1365|With the girls at eight. And here, upon this bough, 1365|We'll sit to-morrow evening; let us see 1365|The painted ponies running in a ring, 1365|And the little painted ponies flying free. 1365|Ah, yes! let us go and see the game! 1365|Then what shall I do? I cannot write, 1365|Or think; my dreams are full of awful things. 1365|I wish I had a little pony-tail; 1365|To play in that great ring at four I dread, 1365|And soon I know the game I have to play, 1365|And wear the mane within our wooden house, 1365|And go to the end, and leave his head 1365|In the grave to stretch and grow and be 1365|A noble part! 1365|A good man, though, had never had one pony tail, 1365|And all of a man to live without a knife,-- 1365|And all to die! 1365|My mother is a good woman, as true, 1365|As ever loved me on my father's knees, 1365|And my two brothers, they, like us, grew old, 1365|And all were very wise, and I was one 1365|Who understood the meaning of every word, 1365|And walked upon the paths of life in thought, 1365|Pondering and pondering on its meaning till 1365|Like the great voice of a mother-bird I cried 1365|Even while God spake to me. 1365|The old man's eyes 1365|Smiled at me. "I am glad you are come of fair parents." 1365|I was glad, but I could not weep for them; 1365|They seemed too young, and I was old with shame. 1365|I stood bewildered and alone, and sad 1365|And like the ghost of a poet in a dream, 1365|Faced with a shadow on the very wall; 1365|But it was but the man's voice. 1365|And then 1365|The shadow on the wall grew faint and bright, 1365|And the voice was heard once more. 1365|What was it? Ah, this man's voice! 1365|"My father's house is built with hands like yours, 1365|And the trees that round you grow are well-known hands. ======================================== SAMPLE 17920 ======================================== 35227|And, though our souls grew hard and cold, 35227|We had a love for love and death, 35227|And when thou wouldst be wedded thou wert wed; 35227|And when thou shouldst be wed thou wert dead, 35227|And still it is our custom is, since we are born, 35227|To weave a fire-sparkle of stars to thee. 35227|And then to-morrow, there being still 35227|In the last light of that last night, 35227|We turn about, and turn, and smile, 35227|And laugh, in the old merry way, 35227|And watch the silver moonlight flee, 35227|And think: "Is it really dawn, or is't not?" 35227|For we are but children; though we dream 35227|And think in fairyland, and oft 35227|We meet with other children there, 35227|And hear them, when they're very young, 35227|Come singing out of our wood. 35227|But many times the first to come, 35227|And oft the last to come in the day, 35227|With the little stars about their head, 35227|And the little leaves about their hair, 35227|Have brought us pleasant tales from school, 35227|And stories, like their father, to read. 35227|We'll not go farther, nor yet further, 35227|For we too well are wont to hear 35227|At least a yearn for things that were, 35227|And things that may be, to be; 35227|For the old things, and the old days, 35227|And the sweet old firesides that yet 35227|Are bright and still, we have our need 35227|Of, when we think of them and laugh, 35227|Then smile, and then we are not sad; 35227|And when we've done with the present things 35227|We turn to the things that are to come, 35227|And what might be, we have in mind; 35227|And what might not be, we make to be, 35227|And wonder, 'mid the stillness and the stars, 35227|What all might be, and what things there are-- 35227|Nay, wonder and be glad that thus we live; 35227|For now, when all else has passed away, 35227|We have been carried away with joy. 35227|For the years are going, and will go, 35227|And yet, it is well to be young, 35227|And if the years be good to have, 35227|Why, that is all the rest we need; 35227|And though it be not, we have the air 35227|That the old world does not know; 35227|And there is peace in the earth, and peace, 35227|And good-bye to the rest is this: 35227|No more shall men be wise, or good, 35227|Or strong, or wise, or good or strong, 35227|Save in forgetting still the dead, 35227|And all their dead ones that are gone, 35227|And all their dead children, who were born 35227|And, being grown, must then be gone too; 35227|So, there is peace on earth for aye. 35227|O young man, as we walk here at the foot 35227|Of the hill, with eyes that look and ears that listen, 35227|Thinking of the dark green trees that make 35227|The way so sweet, 35227|And the last night's light 35227|Thy spirit hath seen where the dead men lie, 35227|Think thou of the night, 35227|When the wind, the wind was moaning as of one who fears 35227|When first by the sea, at last, at a lover's bridal 35227|I thought, "All time for a start is over, and all is well." 35227|And as the sea to the land that lies asleep 35227|Is a soundless sea, and that is all of a truth, 35227|Is that to my soul, and all things are a sound. 35227|And if no man would help, if my soul is not whole, 35227|And if I would not have a place in his heart 35227|From all of his care, 35227|There is an end of aught; 35227|And my ======================================== SAMPLE 17930 ======================================== 25609|With a great red flag in its place 25609|Above the cradle of the world; 25609|And the mother of all birds on the tree-top 25609|Is the Little Red Fox. 25609|The birds of the air are merry 25609|When the Little Red Fox is in sight; 25609|And the birds of the earth rejoice 25609|When the Little Red Fox is in sight; 25609|And the fish of the sea rejoice 25609|When the Little Red Fox is in sight; 25609|And the maiden rosy-red 25609|Lies in her leafy bed, 25609|Dear Little Red Fox, asleep. 25609|The merry spring-time brings 25609|The Little Red Fox to grazed again; 25609|The merry summer-time 25609|Enamels the furrowed land; 25609|The autumn-time, the leaves; 25609|And winter, root and branch; 25609|Then, in the hollow tree-top, 25609|Takes refuge in secret sleep 25609|Where the branches, scarlet-dyed, 25609|Are scented with the breath 25609|Of the little red fox. 25609|I hear in the dim woodlands 25609|The sound of the coming rain; 25609|I see in the glade enshrouded 25609|By waveless mist and snow, 25609|The shadows of the flying shapes 25609|That follow in the breeze: 25609|Enchained in ghastly white 25609|Fly the birds of the air, 25609|The archangels of the skies, 25609|All withered and chilled. 25609|I hear in the silence, 25609|The winds in the reeds moan; 25609|The reaper, in the harvest moon, 25609|His lonely, slow, slow hand strokes; 25609|And the lonely vesper bell 25609|Seems to whistle and to toll; 25609|And the lone pilgrims of the earth 25609|Look up and their eyes grow dim; 25609|And the old moon, like a queen in distress, 25609|Gives up the ghostly reign. 25609|I see the wan sun fade 25609|Upon a world deserted and grey; 25609|And the lone pilgrims of the earth, 25609|Bewildered and dismayed, 25609|Look up in vain on the lonely halls 25609|Where they wait for the tidings of doom; 25609|Yet through the doleful halls 25609|The wind of the harvest lifts 25609|New fire and passion from the sodden land. 25609|I hear in the darkness 25609|Old bantering words of a bygone age; 25609|I see the glory fade 25609|Where the shadows of the years have been shed; 25609|And the poor dead wail in the cold, cold clay. 25609|I see in the darkness 25609|The ghosts of forgotten peoples rise; 25609|I hear old legends of a bygone day, 25609|And know that the dark earth has no friend 25609|But the spirit of darkness, Death, to wile 25609|The glorious days away; 25609|And the grey ghosts wail in the hearts of men. 25609|I smell the sweet spring air; 25609|It seems to whisper of bliss; 25609|And oh! it makes my blood to leap, 25609|And thrills my pulses with delight. 25609|I smell the sweet spring-time air; 25609|It seems to whisper of flowers; 25609|And oh! it fills my heart with youth, 25609|And makes my fading years seem long. 25609|I smell the sweet spring-time air; 25609|It seems to whisper of showers; 25609|And oh! it soothes my summer days, 25609|And makes my summer-time seem long. 25609|I smell the sweet spring-time air; 25609|It seems to whisper of flowers; 25609|And oh! it soothes my life-long pain, 25609|And makes my years seem long. 25609|I heard a thousand blended notes 25609|When I [had] an elder Mother 25609|At my birth who did impart 25609|To my earliest years an eager thirst 25609|Of music and a natural thirst ======================================== SAMPLE 17940 ======================================== 38520|It would seem that all things had some use or useful part; 38520|One is a house, one is a house a man,--a man a man. 38520|_The Poet's Visit to France._ 38520|I saw them one day, and I gazed on them the next, 38520|Nor ask'd the reason why, beyond express say, 38520|There is such riot-tance in all their motions,-- 38520|I thought them only such ungainly little things 38520|As made us smile and smile, when all in sight 38520|Was a crowd of pictures: and the moment pass'd, 38520|Then all was over; and I never was known 38520|To say "that boy was quite a cut-purse," or to curse 38520|Their fumbling mischievousness in putting on 38520|The white cravat, or hat, or any such device: 38520|Yet still they're what you call "pretty dappley things." 38520|"Petticoat," "sarong"--I'm not fond of such things. 38520|To be frank the woman I love all things about, 38520|For how soever he seems, it is her head. 38520|In all his talk to me he never has laid stress, 38520|And ever seems a pleasure-seeking fool; 38520|It is so with the man,--'tis but a weakness, 38520|Like many others, to judge of, and be proud of. 38520|But all that we see is but a passing show, 38520|And the little we have of heaven is not much. 38520|He's no better than the rest of us together, 38520|For he is one of us, indeed, at the best; 38520|And the little that we have of fortune and fame, 38520|As a man and lady, we can find in him. 38520|He's the man for what may come to be desired: 38520|A little thing to make, a great thing to do. 38520|I'm quite sure 'twould be a sin to treat him worse 38520|Than we have done of late; his kindness to me 38520|Has brought me a share in most of our talk, 38520|That now I will call "the commonweal:" 38520|I'd rather have his voice, than hear his voice worse; 38520|His great things make his small talk a cause of joy, 38520|And he has often come to me with a glass, 38520|And said what in his talk I could not in speech. 38520|This man's a true-hearted honest man, and yet 38520|The woman I love is not as woman to me 38520|As man's, as any man I love. I love her better, 38520|Though I never would choose her, in her pride 38520|To take the world with a man, as we have done, 38520|By being his,--for what man would have done 38520|So to be loved by a man? I would not then. 38520|But, look you, if she love me, why, I thank her, 38520|I yield my right to you, and you my wisdom, 38520|To make no promise that I shall remember; 38520|I'll love them as I love them, till they do. 38520|I have been here before, though I cannot remember, 38520|And you, my dear, have been there already. 38520|_A Child's Funeral._ 38520|One day, I think, it was, to the home of a friend's daughter, 38520|We read our Poet-lore together, and as we spoke, 38520|A young man's love for its lessons was stronger than 38520|A mother's grief for the loss of a child to his love. 38520|Ah! who can tell as the memory of an innocent wish 38520|Rises into the heart a thought to be loved and respected, 38520|How little has been done for the sake of a wish, but that 38520|A wish has only been, and in that thing we have loved, 38520|The hope of one to have loved has come back with a memory, 38520|And will never be turned into a dream again._ 38520|'Twas a moment of so sweet and of so tender delight, 38520|Of a bliss that never again ======================================== SAMPLE 17950 ======================================== 1280|"Why, if he died of something else, I can't trust him. 1280|No one knows for certain." 1280|But this answer he heard 1280|Was carried to the heart of the man. 1280|"Well-a-day," he said. 1280|I had a brother, too, 1280|Who went into a fever too long ago, 1280|Had died, and to his grave lay curled up in a log. 1280|The doctors told me that this buried him, 1280|Though the sun looked through the old log as cold as snow, 1280|And the grave would be a place of peace and delights 1280|In many a fairy-tale; 1280|I believe this, for the wind 1280|Can move the grave to leave no stone or mark. 1280|And yet, just this moment of sunlight on the grave 1280|Was seen by two men whose lives had been made to part. 1280|So these men saw 1280|A man, who had been buried in the grave 1280|Of his own wife,--his own true wife, 1280|Whom he had buried with tears and a last prayer. 1280|And these two men, hearing that this man died of lung disease, 1280|He took to the grave another and another body, 1280|And, hearing of his having seen this man lying in ambush 1280|For the woman whom he loved, he gave more bodies up. 1280|But when he saw that young husband sleeping on the ground, 1280|The man who bore the name of Daniel, his body he said 1280|Was one of the bodies borne by the man whose name he loved. 1280|Then his own wife rose and came to the grave 1280|Of the man whose name she was not sure, 1280|And this young woman said, 1280|"Well-a-day, my wife! I'm going to bury this man, 1280|For I fear that death may lay him low." 1280|And the young man said, "No, not I! 1280|I thought that I was not the husband of Daniel, 1280|For we had no children together. 1280|But I shall bury another body and see 1280|If you will still keep watch here and guard vigil till I go. 1280|I will take my rest here, nor will you miss it; 1280|If any harm should come your way, 1280|Don't trouble to warn me. I will not have such men near 1280|Because I am not your husband. 1280|"If you have children, go and tell them that I'm dead, 1280|But then please stay here with your wife and keep watch. 1280|If any of them go near me, do you look down on the children, 1280|And are you angry that I am dead?" 1280|But the young man was angry with old Daniel 1280|Because there was no way he could get any closer to his wife 1280|Who would not let him leave the grave where he was lying 1280|Without weeping so handily for his joy and happiness. 1280|At last the poor dead man took a razor-blade 1280|To shave his beard. 1280|There was a pause. 1280|But the young man never looked on Daniel's body 1280|To shave his beard. 1280|What did he do? 1280|He went back to the old cabin and sat down there. 1280|The wind died as if it were the wind of August 1280|And the fog hung out of the old cabin doors. 1280|"I wonder," he thought, "if I shall not go down and look at me." 1280|And suddenly, 1280|As if the fog from the graves were going back to the grave, 1280|He saw old Daniel sitting there in the gorse. 1280|He was sitting on the gorse and he said, 1280|"I hope the man is not dead, 1280|And now I'll go and tell him what's the way to be here." 1280|Old Daniel went to go down and look at him, 1280|But the old man rose and said, "You must go down with me, sir." 1280|And he went down to the river, 1280|And the fog hung out from the old cabin door; 1280|But the old man said, "Let the old ======================================== SAMPLE 17960 ======================================== 10602|What is the wynd, which on hyssop hath vnput ned 10602|Unto the wyt, and wytyn is vnto the wyt? 10602|How is it that the wynde is more poynt and harde 10602|Than the wyt so soft is to the wynde so harde? 10602|In this place a poynt, in that a poynt. 10602|And of a poynt poynt a poynt is in the poynt. 10602|And in a poynt is a syt, in that it styngeth 10602|After the styngle, styngeth in a syt; 10602|And of a poynt syt is a poynt in a poynt, 10602|In that it hath an hete, an hete hath it also. 10602|In brymnyth, prynneth, and in crynge, is a prynne, 10602|And is a tyme, a tyme is a bryngle: 10602|A tyme is a tyme and a bryngle to be used 10602|In our bleyntrynges, in our curtyns, and in our dede. 10602|A tyme is a haly tyme, that is nere gone 10602|But yet is in the hall, and wes on hym hals: 10602|A lyf is a tyme, that is nere longe, 10602|And lyf is a hale, and hane, and halle, 10602|And hale is a lord, a lord is a halle. 10602|A lord is no tyme, a tyme is an hale, 10602|And a tyme is a hale, a lord is a halle. 10602|A hyhe tyme is eke, a tyme is a halle, 10602|And hale is a lorde, a lorde is a hyll. 10602|A tyme is a halytyme, a tyme is a pare, 10602|A hyhe tyme is eke, a tyme is a pare, 10602|A pare is a lordtyme, a pare is a lord. 10602|A tyme is a halytyme, a tyme is a place, 10602|And a place is a place, for that passe is passe. 10602|A pare is a lord, a pare is a lorde, 10602|And an place is a pare, for that are ar passe. 10602|A hyhe tyme shall be put in a place, 10602|A hyhe tyme is eke, a place is a lyne. 10602|A lyfe is a tyme, a lyne is a man, 10602|And a place is man, and man is a lode. 10602|A man is a lorde, a man is a lorde, 10602|And a place is a lorde, in that he styghte. 10602|A pare is a lorde, a pare is a pare, 10602|And a place is pare, for whanne he brenne. 10602|In vche an age, in vche an yere, 10602|In yare be lyve, be pore, be grace; 10602|And in the yere be lyves ende. 10602|Lyves be busshed of bacbys 10602|In the yere and in the yere, 10602|And weke be bloshed of blushe, 10602|And seke be brent of briinge 10602|And seke be brent of blosse; 10602|Thenke al to lyve, and lyve be 10602|In the yere and in the yere, 10602|For in the fulle part are fulle 10602|The bloshed and the bere and blade of love. 10602|The fulle part of love are fulle joyes, 10602|The bloshed part of mirth be mannes blynde: 10602|The bere of mirth be bloshed of griefes, 10602|The blode of mirth be blode of griefes. 10602| ======================================== SAMPLE 17970 ======================================== 18396|In the girdle of the south. 18396|Here, the gaudy housel, lies 18396|O'er the green hill-tops, and here 18396|'Mong the fields, on the green hill-tops, 18396|Thou hast died! 18396|Haste, thou art long o'er life, 18396|Tired o' peace and death, 18396|Till thou see a land to be 18396|Green, and a home, and a hearth. 18396|Where is the shepherd, who will tell 18396|To the wintry sun, how wide 18396|Thine English herbs are spread, 18396|And thy plaited flowers 18396|Sun-kiss'd round the hills, 18396|And a sweet air o'er the wild, 18396|And a country where the clover 18396|Blossom'd early, in the morn, 18396|And the early mallow 18396|Plum'd fresh on the hill, 18396|With her leafy mantle o'er 18396|The wild rose overhead, 18396|And the meadow-blossoms, 18396|O'er the rivulet's bosom, 18396|Where on sunny summer-days 18396|And mornings wan the sun's light, 18396|And wild wood-nymphs meet at may, 18396|Where the blackbird sings, 18396|To light the day. 18396|He was one, who, having lost 18396|Fame, has found it fair-- 18396|Whose name was carved where truth should dwell-- 18396|Who, with the blest, should not shrink 18396|From any sorrow of shame. 18396|O'er the grave grave of him lay'd 18396|The gentle blushing maiden; 18396|For him she felt a kindred heart 18396|And a nobler fate than his! 18396|And in her heart the gentle, 18396|Heard the maiden voice, 18396|She told her name, and a vow, 18396|She told it to the valley, 18396|And said--'Tis hard to part, 18396|But if _he_ should die, 18396|'Twill surely bide with me.' 18396|Then up rose the maiden, and sped 18396|To the green hill-tops, 18396|Where the bright morning was breaking 18396|O'er the moorland; 18396|And there they bound her fast 18396|Till the dawning of the morn; 18396|And there she laid her down 18396|Close by the green hill-side, 18396|By the green hill-side of Nith. 18396|Then a voice was heard loud calling 18396|From the mountains far yonder, 18396|And a voice whose truth was sweeter 18396|Was heard far off in the west, 18396|Calling--'My, is this the way 18396|"He is dead," the grave-digger 18396|Sighed. But, in the hollow tree 18396|Cried the shepherd-boy, "This way 18396|We'll bury him, I trow!" 18396|There was silence for many days, 18396|And many mourners; 18396|But, at last, the mourner rose 18396|And answered he will die, 18396|And so did he say in prayer-- 18396|And he was buried--bye! 18396|But the stone upon the mound 18396|Seem'd not the funeral stone; 18396|For at last the father rose 18396|And cried--We will bury him 18396|But a voice was heard loud calling 18396|From the heights afar; 18396|And a voice whose truth was sweeter 18396|'Mong the hills of Tithon; 18396|For the father lay beneath 18396|The white, white snow, 18396|And the aged man went sobbing, 18396|Beside her, in her grave; 18396|And the voice was heard--'My, is 18396|this the way 18396|"She will seek in vain for the light of the good-night, 18396|That smiles on the face-- 18396|She will lose the love of her childhood's pride 18396| ======================================== SAMPLE 17980 ======================================== 24679|For, though the world in war, to rise on 24679|To battle for the wrong, to smite away 24679|The wrong with virtue, and to raise the right, 24679|To conquer and to reign was Thy decree. 24679|That which they left undone, in the end, they bore 24679|Of peace and peace in service to their God, 24679|And with the sword of song their souls were led. 24679|And, after all, 'twas not the wrath of God 24679|That smote them; but the folly of their race, 24679|In thinking every wrong must follow ill, 24679|Each wrong they smote them to the next might pay. 24679|And, as the clouds on summer evenings roll, 24679|And summer sunsets die upon the hill, 24679|And all the sky is darkened and is drear, 24679|And every soul is lost within its breast, 24679|The old-time love of the fair and wild 24679|Falls apart beneath the weight of grief. 24679|Yea, grief, to which no tongue nor tongue can tell 24679|The bitter kind, that is the only pain 24679|To which the hearts in this world bend to know; 24679|Hath writ that lore down unto our foes, 24679|To teach their hearts this bitter lore. 24679|"And I beheld the sun, and all the day 24679|Was one sad story of the world's decay, 24679|And then of the great ocean and the cloud, 24679|That hung as low as the earth's knees low, 24679|The sea with white foam black as the sky, 24679|And all the world, when all was fled."-- 24679|Thus saith the tale, the tale of Death, 24679|That all these hearts of ours have heard. 24679|Oh, I have seen thee from that silent height, 24679|Lifelike in summer as at other times, 24679|Shining as beautiful, as in that hour 24679|In thy beloved heaven. 24679|Oh, I have seen thee in my youth and strife, 24679|And, through the many memories of the past, 24679|Seen thee again. 24679|Thou lookest as in peace; 24679|I feel those distant winds and darkening skies 24679|Lulling thee into dream of days of old, 24679|Of that beloved earth. 24679|I have not touched thee, 24679|I cannot tell thee all I have not seen. 24679|I know thou hast not left thy favorite spot, 24679|Thy place is not in shadow nor in light. 24679|How should I weep when every memory flees, 24679|Life's grief is all as vain! 24679|How should I mourn 24679|When the past, and every sound and sight, 24679|For me shall fade. 24679|And all the thoughts that throng 24679|The heart, or haunt its calmest night, 24679|When life is gone. 24679|And when I close my vision, and withdraw 24679|From outward all but the mute dark night, 24679|Sweet as is the soft twilight of the hill, 24679|I hear thy voice 24679|As the sound of many waters breaking clear, 24679|Like that of winds in silence. 24679|What can I ask to hear, 24679|To reach, perchance, those ancient chords of yore, 24679|In this bleak age? 24679|Alas! and alas! 24679|And this is what I want. 24679|I would my thoughts could dwell 24679|On that rich harp of old, 24679|When, through the mystic keys, 24679|Sound had no more voice to make thee hasty or faint-hearted, 24679|Than the sighing night-winds. 24679|How can I know thy deep-drawn sighs 24679|Nor dread thy passion's loudest swell 24679|Like fountains in their calmest spring, 24679|While the moon-beam hangs in silvery brink 24679|And the blue heaven stands, pale and sweet as death? 24679|Oh, I may hold thee on my heart, 24679|Thy voice, thy lightest sigh, 24679|Or bind them in my hair, 24679| ======================================== SAMPLE 17990 ======================================== 1727|when the night is still and clear. So when I came ashore, I came 1727|up into the house, in the open hall, that is within his house, 1727|where the best light is, and there I could see many men of his people 1727|standing about the doors and the inner chambers, and making their 1727|tents. They had never come down from the deep water to work and to 1727|sow, but they stayed for the sake of the oars, and waited for the 1727|storm to come on them. {73} From the other end of the roof came in 1727|from the darkness an angry clamour, and I remember how I heard their 1727|cleansing. Now it was about the middle of the night, and the moon 1727|had sunk into the sea, when lo, the men were in such a dread of 1727|God that none could carry back to his house the horses and the 1727|mules to the city of the Phaeacians. {74} There they stayed an 1727|oven season so long that every one in his house but himself could 1727|see the horses and mules, so they stayed there and laboured, and 1727|the Phaeacians treated them as though they were a plague of the 1727|wilds, and would beat them and plunder them. And there lived an 1727|elder woman, a hard-working woman, whose name was Laodice; she 1727|had children all of her own, and her household was always made a 1727|fairer by her. 1727|"Now when I was in the thick of it, all the men, as they were 1727|going along the beach at a man's word, were catching hold of horses 1727|and pulling them out to sea, but I was going about near the ships, 1727|where I had a comfortable house and a little estate, so I was not 1727|to be found in the men's path; nevertheless, I had to go on deck when 1727|that was all ended; so I got an iron ring and took the iron 1727|into my fingers, and soon as they had got them in right away at 1727|the end of the night I put water on and washed them; and then I 1727|dressed myself to go through the cruel labour and stood at the ship's 1727|head of the men. So when morning came I did as I was ordered 1727|and put on my armour. Then I went on board and took my place in 1727|the midst of them, and when I had got all ready, I took a 1727|good pace among them, and when I had put my jaw and pulled 1727|the string of the horse up from the shafts there was a light 1727|in the house when I stood upright. Then we were not long ware for 1727|another man with his hand on the door step. There was a man 1727|whose name was Jove son of Saturn that of his father Kronos was 1727|called, who came from Tenedos. I knew him well, and he came up 1727|and greeted me, saying, 'Why are you come here from Troy as I 1727|am going to Tenedos to get news of thee? Nay, the gods, who have 1727|no regard for such as thou and thy sons, have come over 1727|us and kept us. But go straightway home to thy ships and give 1727|me news of the coming of the Phaeacians, whether they are to 1727|stir war with us or whether they will sit still and not to 1727|become angry overmuch with our people till they can make their 1727|own minds known to us.' 1727|"Thus did they converse, and then the crew took the asses and 1727|carried them up to the ships. They put them on their benches and 1727|carried them up to the deck, while I sat and was busy looking 1727|through the papers, which I did as much, looking for men who were 1727|to sail with me and who were to carry news of our friends on the 1727|part of the Phaeacians. 1727|"When I had made my list of the present arrivals and of the 1727|posterity that of the phaeacians had come from Troy, I said to 1727|Eurylochus, 'Phaeac ======================================== SAMPLE 18000 ======================================== 1054|Weel then I shu'd speak sooth, and pray 1054|To him that is by love to be; 1054|And if he will have me fain to woo, 1054|In Christendom and heaven me grace. 1054|"He wyll not haue me nane, 1054|Nor that othere leef I meare; 1054|Nor that other wi' goud dish, 1054|I thocht his heart wyl rair. 1054|"Sir Thomas, he nece sa weeed, 1054|In houghten, and in huff, 1054|The fairest of the faire, 1054|Nae man nought o me be dead, 1054|I'll nece take him for my maid." 1054|There came a gallant knight from the land of Scotland, 1054|He is a knight full knight was he. 1054|His gude blue mantle all about him did flie, 1054|And he has come to take this lady in wedlock; 1054|He has come to take this lady in wedlock, 1054|And for love of God they will he. 1054|And on a time when the gude flood was low, 1054|In the bower of Queen Mary he did lie; 1054|The lord o' this lady and all his land, 1054|He wold not looke to see in the flood; 1054|He couldna find her, for she was away 1054|With the king to Scotland a lady, 1054|And the lady's lord was away. 1054|With his lady within, and the lily on his head, 1054|The lord o' this lady is gone off. 1054|When the day is set, and the sun on the sea 1054|Riseth over the lea, the first thing to do, 1054|Is to take to bed that lady whom ye woo; 1054|For by the death of such a love-lorn lord. 1054|There was a knight of goodly hue, 1054|And goodly arm, 1054|Drawn is he unto the ground: 1054|And in his shield, 1054|Where there was one for a banner, 1054|There was another two for an ashle, 1054|Which a pair of the knights of goodly hue, 1054|Him and his lady he hent. 1054|But the knight of the grass he went straight home 1054|To his lady at home in his green wood, 1054|And in his arm the maiden lay, 1054|And in his shield the lady he hent. 1054|"Brybess! brybess! my own dear love, 1054|Come hither with me! 1054|Thou shalt have three garlands of flowers, 1054|I will thou take the flower of love, 1054|And thou shalt bring me a bower of roses, 1054|And four sweet maids of my grace." 1054|Then the brybewise knight of the grass, 1054|She laid him on his head, 1054|And she hath taken the flower of love, 1054|And a bower of the roses she brough; 1054|And now she is come to the bower, 1054|And she hath brought him a bower of roses; 1054|She hath brought him a bower of rosemary 1054|With four sweet maids of my grace. 1054|"I wott out, I woot out! my love," 1054|Brybess spake; 1054|"And wot w hen ye brought me the flowers, 1054|I wott out, I woot! 1054|Now wot ye myself, the flower of love, 1054|Wilt bide with me so still in my chamber, 1054|When I am gone a wee. 1054|"Brybess! brybess! ye are very kind, 1054|I pray now to God that ye wend me to rest, 1054|For it is no little thing to see one's true love, 1054|The one that you love so well." 1054|"Hush! hush!" quoth the lady fair, 1054|A wee one said, 1054|"A ride of ten with you, you shall go to a b ======================================== SAMPLE 18010 ======================================== 1304|To love her and be fair! 1304|Then as, with gentle hand on cheek, 1304|I gave her sweet kiss, 1304|She, turning with a look of pain, 1304|I followed the way she knew. 1304|Ah, foolish me! she ne'er can be 1304|My very own; 1304|I hold her dear that ever I 1304|Was made a crown. 1304|There are maidens of a finer clime 1304|Within my ark; 1304|All fairer, ne'er had lips been seen 1304|To talk so soft. 1304|And, in my bosom, rose and snows 1304|Have parted free; 1304|I'm like to lay my cheek to hers, 1304|And live,--Alas! 1304|And that's the sin that I repent; 1304|Therefore, at last, 1304|I do repent--and so repent. 1304|The world might see 1304|With one long sigh, 1304|The dew drop of red is drained of its gold. 1304|Thou hast thy wish; for, on the bright day 1304|I look'd upon thy face, 1304|And the pale rose did blanch thy brow, 1304|When I came away. 1304|No maiden fair, no angel there 1304|Tells me thou art dear; 1304|But I know the words I use to speak 1304|Have some to blame. 1304|Ah, wert thou wise with all the arts 1304|That beauty teaches, 1304|If thou couldst think aright, and change 1304|To such wise such words? 1304|Nay, never! if thou art not one 1304|Who couldst love well, what care 1304|That wrongs be redress'd be ones forgiven, 1304|Or that the good be done? 1304|'Tis wrong, 'tis shame, 'tis death to lie 1304|Amid such crimes, 1304|And if thou love not, then surely thou 1304|Must hate not all! 1304|When, all with aching heart and sore 1304|Lives my soul, and when 1304|My heart doth ache with the pain, 1304|Is it a bliss to breathe the sigh 1304|Of one I must leave? 1304|Or is it one I must leave, 1304|One whom to see is 1304|To breathe new joys of my heart, 1304|And set the past to rights? 1304|Or mayhap be left, and left 1304|Of thee bereft, 1304|While my sad soul, for aye, denied, 1304|Reflects the loss of thee? 1304|I would love thee--or I wot 1304|That I love thee now! 1304|How, like the bird on the tree, 1304|Should I fly, or how be brave! 1304|How, like the dove, should I fly! 1304|If we ne'er, in a world so strange, meet, 1304|Should meet in a world all so fair, 1304|When the days have gone by and we've not been 1304|About the pleasant places where we used to play; 1304|When the bright days of yesterday are with us yet, 1304|And the fresh green days, and the days before; 1304|Still, perhaps, at some day, if we come again, 1304|We may meet, in the places where we used to meet, 1304|In the places where we used to meet. 1304|We will not go from the familiar ground; 1304|Even should it be to the pains and the while; 1304|Nay, when the sun, the bright sun, is far gone down, 1304|And the grey night, the black night, is coming on, 1304|We'll still meet in the places where we used to meet. 1304|So when we have died, with a tear in your eye, 1304|We will meet, and our memories will come with you, 1304|Of the bright days of a happier past, and be 1304|With the fresh green days, and the days before: 1304|Then, when we are all grown old, and the sword 1304|Brings us home, ======================================== SAMPLE 18020 ======================================== 3026|She's just a little thing! 3026|She says I'll never get back 3026|For all the money I get. 3026|She says, "I'm sorry for you." 3026|You have ruined my life. 3026|A little girl in a little house-- 3026|A little girl, I should say?-- 3026|A woman who's very fond of him, 3026|Because she thinks he's a man? 3026|O, yes! you are-- 3026|You are that, too? 3026|That I am not, 3026|And that was the end of it. 3026|The boy, that we're talking about? 3026|A ten-year-old boy in a dark blue coat 3026|And a red collar--that's her mark. 3026|A little girl, I'd say, 3026|That didn't really have to stay where she was; 3026|She just went in and made the rooms grow black. 3026|And as if they hadn't had enough, 3026|She took out the big red lantern, too, 3026|And lit it in the top of my stove. 3026|And when she left it, too, she came back here. 3026|We had no money for breakfast. 3026|I'm sure she didn't mean to. 3026|I think it was that. 3026|Not that she didn't want to. 3026|I wish I could know why she did. 3026|And when I tell her--forget it, don't you?-- 3026|That I don't really like to see girls-- 3026|She stares and stammers at me. 3026|Did you think her head would fall 3026|Upon hearing of my husband's death? 3026|It wasn't in the news, 3026|I don't believe in stories. 3026|Not if it brings the pain of such a loss to home. 3026|A man's death is cruel. 3026|Come on, dear child. Your father was not very old 3026|When he came to fight in Italy. 3026|And all the news was of the gallant deeds of his men. 3026|His soldiers, and never his wife! 3026|It seemed she'd never had any news about her husband's 3026|deaths. 3026|I can explain that. You always expected her to. 3026|But I'm afraid I'm making a mistake. 3026|If she hadn't the means to send a letter home it would 3026|Have made a big impression. 3026|I'm sorry. 3026|What made a huge impression? 3026|What? Don't you hear me? 3026|Don't you see I'm making a fuss? 3026|He was just a little man with a gun and a knife, and a 3026|I know. I know. You've heard what he had to say that 3026|Last night? 3026|I can't believe you're making all this fuss. 3026|And I can't believe we haven't heard about it. 3026|Don't be ridiculous! 3026|It's only last night. 3026|He never wrote to me. 3026|That's strange. 3026|Have you talked to him? 3026|I haven't talked to him. 3026|He didn't write to me. 3026|It's a funny name for a boy to have for his own. 3026|And what if he had? 3026|That might have riled her up. 3026|What had he done or said that brought you to him? 3026|I knew that you would say that. 3026|When did he come home? 3026|Yesterday. 3026|He never wrote to me, except when he told me 3026|We were going to be married. I suppose he hadn't 3026|A very big box of things in his hand, 3026|They were all in his pocket, too. 3026|And you know all about them? 3026|All in his pocket. 3026|The baby's in her cradle. 3026|How did you know? 3026|I've seen him here with her every night since we 3026|Were married. 3026|Have you seen it since it was born? 3026|I asked, thinking perhaps he'd be afraid ======================================== SAMPLE 18030 ======================================== 29357|They are a blessing as they come to the door. 29357|We'll be good little children when we're grown. 29357|Oh, we thought it would never be done 29357|Until Christmas time. 29357|"This is a very good little boy and fine, 29357|He's going away to college." 29357|Oh, how happy they were! 29357|We thought it would never be done till Christmas time. 29357|It's not what you'd expect, really; 29357|But--just God, He really cares 29357|For all the little folks I have to give and take away. 29357|Come, let us sit, and quietly and truly sing 29357|This Christmas song, if you love us; 29357|Let all the merry bells and fir trees ring 29357|In the firelight's rosy splendor; 29357|While the old men are quietly reading me 29357|The book of love, and tell 29357|With "How did he get away?" 29357|Oh, let us be merry, and quietly and well, 29357|While happy faces glisten, 29357|And the old men read in the fire: 29357|It makes for peace. 29357|The old folks are sitting all snug in their chairs, 29357|While every one sings; and the old folks all say: 29357|While the children are running about, 29357|And they know what it means by heart, 29357|It's the old folks' wish, and wish of all the earth 29357|Not to wish me Christmas ever. 29357|It's "No, I won't go now," and "Here are two more little ones." 29357|It's "We'll be good little girls," with that sort of talk. 29357|They have learned they mustn't wish for better things 29357|Till they've wished for what they have to wish for now; 29357|Then they all start wishing for just _that way_. 29357|That's why the children are so very glad, 29357|They know by wish for wish, that they _won't_ wish to wish. 29357|Come, my dear, take my arm, 29357|Down where the flowers are blowing, 29357|Down where the blossoms are blowing; 29357|Down, my dear, down, from where 29357|The children are smiling: 29357|We will be happy when we're gone to-night. 29357|The old folks go home and stay, 29357|And the little children 29357|Stay down by the way that they came. 29357|My little boy, he will never want to go to church, 29357|But he says "I'm happy if, when I'm a little older, 29357|I can go to tea and cookies; I could never keep him still, 29357|And he'd like very much to play with me. But how to do it, 29357|Is a little tricky, and, when I try, his face falls. 29357|Then I make him sit on my knee, in the middle of the floor, 29357|And I wave my hand, and say, "'Tis very nice to see you, 29357|You can talk on your way, and read, and listen. But 29357|You have to wait until he is older! Don't press it so, 29357|I've heard enough of waiting. How you like to be teased, 29357|I'm very sure you'll learn to bear it. I think there's a place 29357|For children just like you. And after dinner, when we 29357|Are all alone, and he is old enough to play, 29357|And you can teach him things, and help him to be good, 29357|Don't you wish that you had something better to do?" 29357|We are all of us waiting, waiting to see, 29357|We are all of us all of us waiting still, 29357|The good child we miss--the dear little one so soon. 29357|How would little children feel if they'd had to wait 29357|A month and a day, and not a child could say 29357|Of which the father was much better, him, or me? 29357|And there goes the box, and our hearts are all a-tremble; 29357|And we look, and we wonder 'how long we shall keep it, 29357|For quite a ======================================== SAMPLE 18040 ======================================== 25340|And in the great white dawn of things to be, 25340|A little boy, but all the world to bless, 25340|Whose eyes were dark and brown but opened wide, 25340|Was sent to give us life and light to live, 25340|To build our hope on, and keep our love afar. 25340|His hair the world's rarest gem may wear; 25340|His name the rarest flower may wear; 25340|His hopes may be the brightest dreams that live; 25340|Yet his are black, who walks beneath the sky, 25340|And stands above the earth, that sleeps asleep. 25340|O thou who all things cherished, 25340|And all things loved and glorified, 25340|And loved again with noble grief,-- 25340|To thee, O God of all mankind! 25340|The world, which now, as others wept 25340|(But Heaven could not fulfil its plan), 25340|Makes tears to flow in Paradise! 25340|We weep, as now the sun is set, 25340|For him who walked the earth before, 25340|So bright, so beautiful, and young, 25340|And, as of yore, would rule the world alone. 25340|So pale, so faded, and so pale, 25340|That even the angel's countenance 25340|Is not to us, as it hath been before, 25340|Pale, but yet kindled by some dream divine: 25340|For him who still, with eyes that smiled, 25340|And hands that clasped, and a heart that thrilled, 25340|Was like the star in heaven that glows and is gone. 25340|Our sadness, even our melancholy, 25340|Is in the hope, a hope which never fails, 25340|But fades and wanes, as the light dies from on high-- 25340|When we can see the sun's departure thence, 25340|And no more weep or weep, in heart or head. 25340|As in the early morning, when 25340|The west wind wakes, the woods, awake, 25340|Their many-moted hopes in slumber lie; 25340|And the clear-voiced birds 25340|Are still and mute; and sunbeams light 25340|The flowers with fresh and golden sheen, 25340|While, 'neath the green, 25340|As if the leaves were sleeping, sleep 25340|The trees of every gentle grace: 25340|So on through every change of day, 25340|Through ev'ry change of season, be! 25340|Still, and again, 25340|'Tis night in the great world here below! 25340|Hush all the birds! the stars are hid. 25340|All, all, and many are the night, 25340|And all, all, and many the day-- 25340|Hush, hush! 25340|Night, the world's tyrant, and his slaves; 25340|Hush all the birds! the stars are still. 25340|Yon town, of old, with streets of stone 25340|And chimneys loud and hoarse, 25340|Was wont of old--so sung 25340|In happy summer-time the maid 25340|Of old, to mock the windier grove-- 25340|Of old, through many-rhymed trees, 25340|That now at evening still are shrined 25340|In fairy dreams of summer's day: 25340|Yon town, that like a troubled sea 25340|Of castles is encumbered, or 25340|Where the large port is sheltered at all, 25340|Was wont of old of many a lord 25340|And lady-bird a thousand to re-sheave-- 25340|So sung in happy summer-time 25340|The lovely town, the night and day, 25340|Of happy maid and maiden gay, 25340|And in their singing far they heard 25340|(As night its ancient shadows spread) 25340|The lovely song of that old hour,-- 25340|The night, and the day, 25340|And, like a tale, the songs that spread 25340|Around them in their joy divine! 25340|And those same singers, like a shade, 25340|Through summer's light were gathering still, 25340|To that old town, that in the storm ======================================== SAMPLE 18050 ======================================== 1365|From the earth they made a bridge, then bade the sun, 1365|And the clouds, and the stars, and the earth, come down; 1365|And the stars came down, and the sun came down, 1365|And the clouds came down, and the earth came down. 1365|For the moon and the great bright stars that are 1365|In the heaven of God, they came down, and took 1365|The beams of their bright light together in twain, 1365|And bade it shed them over the sea, 1365|And the sea came down, and the moon came down. 1365|To each of the other spheres there came, 1365|Blowing over the watery plain as blown, 1365|Starrs of beauty, all that live and move, 1365|In the hearts of men; and each sent forth 1365|A song that made the air re-echo, and shook 1365|The air, and the earth moved, and the sky hung 1365|Clear as the sky of ten years ago. 1365|And the words of each were sweet as a sigh, 1365|And in their songs as falling waterfalls, 1365|Sang, and the air was stirred, and the heart of man 1365|Woke, and the man's soul was glad. 1365|And the mighty powers of the air, 1365|And the spirit of light, that underlies 1365|All and all in harmony and power 1365|Came down to meet them; and the spirit of light 1365|In the air of heaven was smiling and flying, 1365|The glory of joy, like a bird in summer skies, 1365|And the spirit of light was coming down, 1365|Like a trumpet calling down the might of heaven 1365|From a secret place, a city on the sea. 1365|And they passed in silver clouds, 1365|In clouds of silver, and they sang and strewed 1365|The flowers of paradise o'er the water-way. 1365|And the song of the singing spirit of light 1365|Was as the spirit of human song in power. 1365|And the world became a garden; and lo, 1365|The spirit of life was over all the land, 1365|The spirit of light, from the secret place, 1365|A city on the sea, as in old times befell. 1365|And it was built by magic of God, 1365|By a wondrous word of the Master known; 1365|And by the word was spoken, by the power 1365|Was wrought the work of the Master's design, 1365|And the gates of heaven opened unto man, 1365|And the gates of truth were opened unto men; 1365|And the eyes of all the blessed beholders 1365|Were opened, and they saw the wonders seen 1365|In the vision of the Master's vision; 1365|And the voice of the angels ceased to be. 1365|And the vision of the Master went away. 1365|And the world was very pleasant to the beholders. 1365|But the vision of the Master went away. 1365|And a voice was heard from a hidden place, 1365|A voice that saith, "My will be done!" 1365|And they went on with sorrow, and with pain, 1365|And fear and sadness, and the tears of men; 1365|And the holy angel, the angel of God, 1365|Sought by faith and prophecy many a day; 1365|And he brought to Abraham the promised land, 1365|Sought in Jacob the promised of reward. 1365|But when they came to Jerusalem 1365|And learned that the vision of the Lord 1365|Had been accomplished, and the land was won, 1365|What came it then to Abraham all untold? 1365|The Holy Land and all its wonders gone, 1365|And the vision of the Master gone, 1365|And that glorious city on the sea 1365|Where the sea-gulls call in storm and gale. 1365|And still it stands, and still the angels keep 1365|The task which God in wisdom sent. 1365|He cometh out of heaven, and he passeth by, 1365|To judge mankind, as in days of old. 1365|He cometh down to judge on earth again, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 18060 ======================================== 3160|Haste to bear this woe to thy dread lord: 3160|Let Jove, the guardian of the race, 3160|With royal gifts be thine; a rich abode. 3160|Then let thy hand and mind afford aid 3160|To all the sable host: the best of all, 3160|The bravest and the first will bear his part; 3160|He, chiefest who hath suffered loss before, 3160|Shall wield the axe and raise the spear of war." 3160|Eumaeus, in a sudden ecstasy, 3160|With voice of loud applause the band commands: 3160|"O prince! no further time to pause allow, 3160|Nor moment spent in vain petitions: 3160|To meet the hostile multitude command, 3160|And all your force to aid your lord employ!" 3160|"Yea," responsive to the voice he chose, 3160|And arm'd his brother, rush to arms around: 3160|Full of unconquered force and manhood brave, 3160|In active limbs, and fiery spirit, shine 3160|The sons of Nestor with proud triumph crown'd, 3160|When they re-union with Ulysses bring; 3160|But soon Ulysses' royal guest disjoin'd 3160|The impious treaty; and, with furious grief, 3160|Troy's vassals thus his words betray'd: "What drear 3160|And hateful faith have we, that vows by wealth 3160|Make law to wrong? What evil is an heir 3160|With the firstborn of our blood? what crime is this 3160|To whom the throne in pride belongs of yore! 3160|The wrongs of man with man's tyranny move 3160|A dreadful treaty! for Ulysses, freed 3160|As aught, we deem, from our revengeful foes, 3160|No longer dwells in Troy's fair shores: what wrongs 3160|To our own country can he not account?" 3160|"I know not, friend! (the prince with rage replies,) 3160|Nor will I now account for his apologies, 3160|But (for the prince's sake) an account myself 3160|Will give; of all past injuries and wrongs complain: 3160|For never were my honours forgotten in 3160|This land, nor is there one so base of soul 3160|To blame these wrongs from any other source. 3160|The laws of men, by fate and fate decreed, 3160|Bear sway in every province, and the wisest 3160|As I deem it, all things without exception 3160|Rise to support. From all the gods above there rise 3160|(A cry I heard) that never shall our race 3160|From this same family be driven apart, 3160|Nor be our father slain, nor yet our son, 3160|Till all, in our protection, to the realms 3160|Rear their regal power, and rule the genial plains: 3160|We trust again to see the father, son, 3160|And friends our parents long since slain o'erthrown; 3160|Then, after long and endless sorrows past, 3160|(The last long time our fame must mourn and mourn) 3160|To thee, O Telemachus! I may presume 3160|The sovereignhip, by thee obeyed, in years 3160|And virtues worthier to crown the son I see; 3160|And yet, to crown our bliss, a faithful nurse 3160|For thee, and I consent, no other wish." 3160|To whom Ulysses modestly replies: 3160|"Thy wish (said Nestor) well deserves the care 3160|This visit should I ask: for thee I live, 3160|And for my people. Yet the wish's content 3160|Respect forbids, that you, my native land, 3160|Should wish with me a journey farther round." 3160|Thus still, with modest pride, the suitors bade 3160|The courteous suitors, and their peers, obey, 3160|Till the swift bark they saw approaching near; 3160|Soon as the captain saw the bark come up, 3160|To the nine kings his eyes he turned: they came, 3160|And thus aloud aloud their royal lord: 3160|"And ======================================== SAMPLE 18070 ======================================== 2558|All with the air of "Hush, boys" 2558|And all that's "good-humored" 2558|By day and night, by day and night." 2558|And "Hush all about me," 2558|And "Hush!" she'd exclaim; 2558|"Who's come to 'witch,' 'witch all about me?' 2558|It's _my_ son, it's _mine_ man-- 2558|Oh, I've waited so many an hour 2558|To hear him cheer the home!" 2558|"Well, well! and so long, and long," 2558|She'd murmur, "is the way! 2558|Long and happy was I, not I, 2558|When I got home again!" 2558|"Well, well," and away he flew, 2558|With his little pistol in his hand. 2558|And he took the little girl at last, 2558|Shedding tears in her father's arms! 2558|"Oh, father," cried the little one kneeling, 2558|"Oh, father!" cries the mother kneeling, 2558|"It is all for the best-- 2558|It is all for the best--" 2558|The father's heart was breaking; 2558|He said, with a sigh, 2558|"It can never be all for the better, 2558|For the little child that died!" 2558|And he said with a smile, 2558|When the tears did flow, 2558|"If I take the pistol from your hand 2558|That was made to kill." 2558|And he smiled and he said, 2558|With a smile that cast 2558|A glory round his brow, 2558|"Your darling daughter is here at home, 2558|And I am with her!" 2558|And he took the pistol from her hand, 2558|And he took from out her soul 2558|All that the little boy had given 2558|To the mother's heart! 2558|Oh, never was I so glad, 2558|Oh, never was I so sad, 2558|When I look on my home, 2558|And my own little girl! 2558|I'm back een three score hundred mear, 2558|An' I heard when I came in, 2558|That t' warld's sons wad be proud, 2558|An' bow't to me wi' glee. 2558|I'm glad, as I'll leave to-morrow-- 2558|When we hae parted for ever, 2558|I'm lucky, we're aye sae glad!-- 2558|We'll come home again. 2558|Oh, let me gie thee tae speak, 2558|As I came in to tak' a job, 2558|Or what shall the matter be? 2558|I'm gude as I'm able, lass, 2558|Lazy as a laddie to workin', 2558|To gie a chap a call. 2558|I'm gude as I'm able, lass, 2558|An' I'm careless as a laddie to sleep, 2558|Tho' I'se been sae busy. 2558|I'm gude as I'm able, lass, 2558|But I'm sae louely, I'm sae-- 2558|My mither's laddie wad pity-- 2558|It's nae time I'm troubled. 2558|Oh, can ye see, laddie, 2558|For a wee price whaur I'm at, 2558|I'm kind, as I'm able, 2558|Wi' a saul wi' ease! 2558|To give, to pay, to offer, 2558|To serve, to give, to take, 2558|To work, to do my duty, 2558|An' it's nae time I'm troubled! 2558|Oh, ye who hae our hearts, 2558|Oh, the wark that ye'll gie us, 2558|A' your troth's exchange, 2558|A' your saule an' bliss, 2558|A' your laddie's joy, 2558|Oh, give another, 2558|And turn us to friendship; 2558| ======================================== SAMPLE 18080 ======================================== A hundred thousand of his own folk in the fields before 16452|themselves, there they met in battle; nor escaped their lot, though 16452|for a space only, for they had not in the first time formed 16452|their camp. Then they, advancing, dismounted. As when with the 16452|tendency the wolf takes all the sheep before the plough, but 16452|throughly, and, on her left arm pierced, springs suddenly upon her 16452|back, and in the dust lies panting there; so the Greeks ran 16452|forth, and those of Troy on every side fled to the ships, 16452|and in the ships themselves, and in the ships themselves they 16452|vanished, so perished they both. There was no hope of help 16452|from Hellas forth, for Hector alone was seen. 16452|Then Hector took his stand on the crest of Mount Ida, and he 16452|bore on his back a fair tripod with generous workmanship. 16452|He smote the ground, then at the threshold of the house he 16452|burst the wainscots, made of the olive trees and groves of the 16452|god. This he set before his house, and in his own house he 16452|spoke, who came from Pelides. Then the noble Priam thus 16452|pondering, spake. Oh Priam, no man in my house, if such his 16452|strength, who might better offer sacrifice to thee to thank 16452|Thunderer at Ilium than to thyself, who at our head is far, 16452|for so will no mortal man, when so he may choose his time. 16452|Then was he gone forth. The Trojans followed after, and took 16452|then to his son Priam. There at Priam's house the Trojans 16452|had slain many, and the Greeks among them drove them on; but 16452|soon, from the ships and tents, they met, thronging around. At 16452|first, they made for Priam's tents, and there hid them there, but 16452|the sons of the Achaeans, when so they saw him, sprang 16452|to arms with their men, and smote them. He was all of them 16452|such an example to old age and to youth, that ev'ry Trojan 16452|stood aweeful at their hands; so he slew many a son of his 16452|father's with his spear, and many of his own friends. 16452|When Hector saw the Trojans now in Troy, not as of old, 16452|but dispersed as the vultures were, with the son of Priam, 16452|his spear he hurled like the sun-rise, as it struck the son 16452|of Priam on the shoulder near the neck, and there sprang 16452|to the earth to join the dust; his spear meanwhile was laid 16452|under the earth, on the other side he fell, and lo, all 16452|his spirit is scattered. Thus, then, did he smite and slay. 16452|Then, when the Trojans saw that the son of Priam was slain 16452|by Hector, they came on in firm array, and fought for life. When 16452|now to have borne away Thestor's sons, and of the two youths; whereof 16452|Achilles, son of Priam, had to Troy been foremost; but at 16452|their ship had been sent to sacrifice, and they had fled 16452|quickly and with all their might, to their own city. The 16452|Trojans followed after, and many of the Danaans fought 16452|with one accord; Hector fought to the front, the rest behind. 16452|Then Ajax, son of Telamon, struck Achilles spear in the groin, 16452|and at the same moment a dart pierced Diomedes, and the 16452|shoulder shattered; it passed clean through his hands, and he 16452|dropped from the horse, but the great chief with his brows 16452|was bruised, and an awful doom befallen him. On him then 16452|Ajax threw a dart of dart-cast dart, which straightway 16452|the son of Telamon shunn'd, but high and quicker than any 16452|dart had pierc'd him; he fell, and his great chest was 16452|plashed underneath his feet. Then Te ======================================== SAMPLE 18090 ======================================== 4331|They are very beautiful flowers 4331|and their names, it is the same with you. 4331|We are all beautiful flowers 4331|as we have not lived the life of the flowers 4331|and you are one of the beautiful flowers, 4331|but I am not so beautiful. 4331|I am one more flower of the grass 4331|and you know not what the name is 4331|I dreamt of the time of the flowers, 4331|I wished to look at your face; 4331|It is all so beautiful 4331|and I wish no other face of you 4331|But your face that is looking at me. 4331|This will please you, this will make me happy 4331|if only you can speak. 4331|I am a flower of the grass-- 4331|I will walk about your garden 4331|I am as beautiful as you 4331|When you smile at me, who am beautiful. 4331|And the flowers will talk you to sleep but the plants 4331|won't say their prayers all day long. 4331|And the flowers will lie in bed all the day 4331|but I lie in the dark weeds by the river's side 4331|watching the moon rise and the shadows in the trees. 4331|Oh, it is very beautiful 4331|to lie in a sweet sleep by the river's side 4331|watching the stars set and the shadows in the trees. 4331|It is easy for a poor man 4331|who has no money 4331|to go to a barber and 4331|wash his hair. 4331|You are a beautiful woman with golden hair, 4331|but your hair is dull and gray for you. 4331|You are a woman that the girls 4331|want to shake in the air 4331|with their laughing tongues. 4331|So, if you wish to marry me you would 4331|do something wonderful. 4331|I would let my hair grow down 4331|till it reached the edge of my waist 4331|so that my head 4331|might be hanging at my side. 4331|I would go to a theater and dress 4331|up like a dancer 4331|wearing a white dress 4331|and a white corset 4331|for a dance. 4331|And at night I would go out in public 4331|to go about among the people. 4331|I would walk along the street 4331|as if I were walking on the sidewalks 4331|with a certain look. 4331|I would talk to girls 4331|on the corners 4331|with a smile 4331|so much grown. 4331|I would take a certain walk, 4331|walking with others whom I know 4331|but not by name. 4331|I would be a dancer like the rest 4331|but unlike them-- 4331|I would walk in a certain way 4331|like the others. 4331|I would walk at night 4331|when the people were out dancing 4331|but on their turn I would hold my home 4331|without looking behind. 4331|I would walk down the street 4331|like a woman that the boys 4331|would not mind. 4331|I would say good by to my work 4331|and to my friends, 4331|and I would slip out 4331|like a rabbit 4331|into the vacant land 4331|that was vacant to me. 4331|My life is always good, 4331|but at daybreak 4331|the sun would come and go 4331|and the cold wind would sigh 4331|and the rain would come and go 4331|and the wind would sigh 4331|and the rain would sigh 4331|and the rain would sigh 4331|and the rain would sigh 4331|and the rain would sigh 4331|and the dark would sigh 4331|and the rain would sigh 4331|and the cold would sigh 4331|over the old man's dead face 4331|and the white of his eyes 4331|and his fingers twisted like chains 4331|and the lines that run from his mouth 4331|like a red snake through steel. 4331|I would take a walk 4331|with the girls and play 4331|on my harp with ======================================== SAMPLE 18100 ======================================== 10493|Than the great one in the coal-box. 10493|Then, when I heard the sound of the engine, 10493|I saw two figures at the door; 10493|And the old mother sat at her door 10493|With her little boy by her side. 10493|“Why can you talk of good and evil, 10493|Of man, wife, and of the world? 10493|Why does the world keep so long 10493|For my little boy at the door?” 10493|Then the old woman spoke to my son: 10493|“’Tis nothing but a bad wind; 10493|If the boy had been there, we’d had to wait— 10493|Bad for us, and the wind worse.” 10493|I said, “I’m glad you’ve decided to be 10493|Belligerent to God, and to leave them alone, 10493|’At I never do that again!” 10493|But the wind is never kinder, so 10493|If you’re rude to your neighbours, or to God, 10493|So be it with you, you troublesome boy! 10493|With the same heart I’ll pray for a cure, 10493|Though I’m sure it will never be so. 10493|It’s hard to have to worry and fret, 10493|But it’s harder to get through school. 10493|Then, my friend, just remember the man 10493|You’ve just been told about, is old, 10493|With his red whiskers and his long eyelashes, 10493|And his big nose that’s curled and curled. 10493|To him, with his long, long, long, long eyelashes 10493|And his long, long nose and mustache, 10493|Howe’er he acts, remember, he’s the same. 10493|It was a bird of the isle 10493|That rose in the golden morn, 10493|And the eyes of this bird were bright 10493|That flash’d to the West. 10493|He heard two little little things 10493|Beside his cottage door, 10493|One say’d “What makes the birds so bright 10493|Come here to my window so?” 10493|‘Sweet music!’ said one bird, as he caught the word, 10493|Taking the other’s eye, 10493|And making his mate that same 10493|Bird, sweet music! and they said, ‘T’ee, 10493|‘Bird, that sings so sweet, 10493|Sing to us as you fly.’ 10493|The bird that danced so bright 10493|With the little things we see 10493|Never will dance that bright again. 10493|That’s my darlings, my darlings; 10493|I hope you’ve much better play 10493|When you are well grown and tall 10493|Then I did, when my days were short, 10493|And I’d been through many a pain, 10493|But I hope you’ll be all right now. 10493|My little ones, my little ones, 10493|For you, I pray, give ear; 10493|Be kind to one another, 10493|And I’ll try to be better than ever, 10493|Whether I’m small or whether I’m tall. 10493|Then, I hope you will help me 10493|In singing these Christmas songs, 10493|As my days go forward more cheerful. 10493|The little bird of the isle, 10493|That climbed so high in the sky, 10493|Heard the sweet notes that a squaw 10493|Was singing right near his nest. 10493|He did not fly away, 10493|He did not fly away from there, 10493|As the children are taught to do. 10493|The little man with the isling, 10493|A little boat was at his keel, 10493|But they never set out until 10493|They saw its deck again. 10493|The little woman, with the isle, 10493|She was dressed in scarlet and gold, 10493|And they ======================================== SAMPLE 18110 ======================================== 3228|A long-lost sister, whom I thought was dead, 3228|Beneath the shade of trees in a far-away land; 3228|And I found her there, yet living, all her life, 3228|Under the stars that rose out of the sea's unrest. 3228|And I loved her, and I always knew I should, 3228|Till she died, and I couldn't come back to seek her. 3228|And her face is fair and her grace is rare, 3228|But I never can tell if I'd found her fair, 3228|Or if I'd found her sad, with a wreath of care. 3228|And when I am lost in dreamy mists above, 3228|How many a sweet voice seems to ring in my ear! 3228|And my soul sings with the joy of her dear face 3228|And her happy home in a fairy-land of long ago. 3228|They were all away on an errand of love, 3228|From the city afar: 3228|I remember how the night would darken then, 3228|And the winds were wailing; 3228|The very stars were ruddily far astray; 3228|I remember how the dark would darken yet, 3228|And the waves would haunt the way. 3228|I am weary of the ways of human life, 3228|I am worn with death and strife; 3228|The years are but a single day and night, 3228|And the world must needs wear away. 3228|The stars now rise, and the wind cries, 3228|And the stars are gone; 3228|And every sea seems bound with bars of gold 3228|By a gleam as white as pearl. 3228|A single gleam as white as pearl, 3228|And an ocean's verge 3228|Gleaming white as pearl 3228|Of a sea that, far and near, 3228|From its bosom leers at me 3228|And flouts me--flings me back. 3228|I know not what I am; I am not fair, 3228|I am weary of the ways of human life, 3228|I am weary of the ways of mortal mind, 3228|The ways that make life's mystery. 3228|I am a woman, that is all too rare; 3228|I am weary of the ways of daily strife, 3228|I am weary of the ways of mortal life. 3228|And I come to you, as was my wont to come, 3228|For you have heard me prayerfully, and heard 3228|The voice of my love when I called you dear; 3228|And I kneel, and I speak to you of you, your queen. 3228|And here lies she who was so fair and so wise, 3228|Who was so full of love and so kind of heart, 3228|Who was so loved by her husband with loving care; 3228|And in earth you found her. 3228|I can see now but a fragment of her smile 3228|That told of her love of mine. 3228|I can only see the shattered glass of life, 3228|A shattered fragment of its splendor and light; 3228|Yet she was beautiful, and beautiful and wise, 3228|And loved well whom you left her. 3228|Now I am weary of earth's ways and ways of pain, 3228|For love is but a gift, and I'll give no gift. 3228|I have seen the light of love in every face; 3228|I had my heart when she was mine. 3228|I have loved a thousand thousand women, dear; 3228|I have loved but one, and I am gone to-night; 3228|The light is over me, and all my past 3228|Is gone, and I know that death has taken her. 3228|And so here sits she in her bower of peace, 3228|And her eyes are weary and dim, and her hair 3228|Is curled in a shadowy braid above her breast. 3228|Her hair is ruffled and dim, and she dreams, and weaves 3228|Some new spell, till her dim thought will not wake. 3228|When you reach the end of love by the way of life 3228|And its gladness and mystery, 3228|And the light of heaven ======================================== SAMPLE 18120 ======================================== 1062|And see what we are doing! 1062|We hear it loud and clear: 1062|We have no life to live. 1062|We work with living hands, 1062|We live with living eyes, 1062|And if we die, we die, 1062|And if we mourn, we mourn. 1062|Not one to say you're dead, but gone, 1062|That such a moment should be cast 1062|From the great and glorious life that's ours, 1062|And the great and glorious deaths you die; 1062|Not one to say you're dead, 1062|But gone away, 1062|That such a duty's yours, to serve your country. 1062|Oh, if you're up to the fight, 1062|The nobler part's your brush, 1062|And the good of both your sins to cover: 1062|That such a moment belongs 1062|To each of you. 1062|If you're down, it's a matter of life and death 1062|What is your answer, brush or knife? 1062|Not one of you but may claim 1062|You're cut short for life. 1062|There's but one on record 1062|Who shall confess 1062|A part of her sin. 1062|But she comes upon the earth 1062|No woman and no childless, 1062|But an old and sin-racked woman, 1062|Who had no child. 1062|And what can be left undone 1062|By her in grace or will? 1062|Not a bit of her child or her sin 1062|By night or day. 1062|One in whom was no selfish fear, 1062|And no envy of man. 1062|She was fair and strong and beautiful, 1062|And loved for her lord's sake; 1062|And there no more was one of men 1062|In whom passion was wild, 1062|Since he had the Lord God's gift 1062|Of perfect love and peace. 1062|O the good old woman's tale, 1062|The widow's widow she! 1062|God made all of his breath, 1062|His death shall stand or fall. 1062|And when she's buried with flowers, 1062|With flowers my head and feet, 1062|I'll think, if only God be kind 1062|To man, that he has heard. 1062|With the last roses of the year, 1062|And the last buds of April, 1062|That were good old women's hair; 1062|Ah, what old and bitter lies 1062|I'll tell to any living thing 1062|Or memory. 1062|I've tried to kill a man, 1062|But never, never, 1062|Was it in the fight. 1062|I've tried to kill a man, 1062|I'm half dead now, I think, 1062|And I'm going to try, 1062|And I'll try again, 1062|And then, and then, 1062|I'll try another man. 1062|You'll have to try again. 1062|Oh, what a dream and pleasant 1062|Night it was for me! 1062|What sweet dreams for her, 1062|For me, the weary one, 1062|With such a beautiful face; 1062|Such a sweet, sweet mouth; 1062|Such a lovely neck; 1062|Such a sweet, lovely arm; 1062|Such a lovely neck and hand, 1062|And never any trouble, 1062|Nay, the most trouble of it all, 1062|That is, the sleeping trouble 1062|At the foot of my husband's bed, 1062|Where he had fallen asleep. 1062|I was afraid, said I to her; 1062|If you go that way so early 1062|You will hear him snoring. 1062|But she did as she was bid, 1062|And found my husband on his feet, 1062|With his head on his side. 1062|So she laid her arms about him; 1062|And I was afraid too, 1062|But I did what I had to do. 1062|She was right, she was wrong, 1062|I was right, I was wrong, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 18130 ======================================== 4369|For your sake--for your sake, my dear! 4369|For your sake you were born, my beloved, 4369|For your sake I had a happy death. 4369|And, when you are dead, no one will know 4369|That I died for you, my dear, on the stage. 4369|My heart is heavy, dear, nothing you need fear, 4369|So take care and be careful when you go mad. 4369|I am sorry; I am sorry for your hurt, 4369|For the hurt that you suffered, you know, in town; 4369|I am sorry that--in your eyes and face-- 4369|I should make you see in such a different way. 4369|I am sorry when--behind my eyelids curled - 4369|I made that day a night of the world. 4369|I am sorry for the pain of my pain, 4369|And the bitterness of the bitterness. 4369|I might be happy, but there is nothing I love, 4369|Because your love--which I knew was true,-- 4369|Is not the happiness I would have wished 4369|To find in love itself, I must confess. 4369|No, I am sorry, and--there is no excuse - 4369|The only excuse for my sorrows is 4369|You are not your father! Dear, you know it! 4369|You do not love me, even as his love was. 4369|If I were in your place, dear, you would not care, 4369|Because I'm such a trifle as you think - 4369|You'll be happy, and you'll be well, too. 4369|It is not that you're not beautiful, 4369|Not the part of beauty that I had in mind; 4369|But because no one loved you in your place, 4369|Because--what, did he not love me just the same? 4369|It's not that you're not worthy, dear, 4369|And as far as I can see, it's not that you're not smart-- 4369|Always you talk about your worth, 4369|Always you seem to think about the things you're good at - 4369|But I know that this is only to please you, 4369|And you talk about your life 4369|In some way in a way that I am not used to do. 4369|You've tried to teach me what you mean to say, 4369|And I haven't much to say, for it is too much, 4369|And it fills my heart with many troubles, 4369|But--why, what's the use? 4369|You're all that I ever knew you and you're all that I 4369|Want you to be 4369|(I could die of grief and not want you any more). 4369|And now that I have seen you, dear, 4369|Why, who am I to judge, or speak for who am I or what? 4369|You have no reason for being, for how can I hold you? 4369|I could care less, 4369|For I love you. So let it be. 4369|You are nothing to me but a thing of pain-- 4369|And you must have had no other life than this for centuries. 4369|In the past I used to love you, dear - 4369|And you are good, you are good, and worthy too, and true; 4369|But how to live without you? How to love? 4369|Well--maybe--it's true that I have lived without you 4369|And you might still allow me to live without you, 4369|That I may be, in this lonely land 4369|Of pain and blood and tears, 4369|A part of what is best and all that I should be. 4369|But if--but if--you were not that last thing, 4369|If I was content to live without you, 4369|Then who am I to judge, or speak for who am I or what? 4369|If I were not this world's scruples, 4369|Who would I be as you are now? 4369|Ah, I could give you up--I could accept you, too, 4369|But--what if you were the life for which you try to save me? 4369|Is there nothing else--else, what else on earth for ======================================== SAMPLE 18140 ======================================== 12242[v] 12242|The one thing to do is not to say 12242|What things you do not know! 12242|If you would find knowledge, look not forth, 12242|You must be leaf-born, not bud; 12242|Be not a worm among ladies; be 12242|A lady with a lawn. 12242|My lord, I must hasten; but we have eaten 12242|Our lunch so cours'd that, in short, 12242|'Twas all to make -- so cours'd the dinner! 12242|There's not a sense of quiet, 12242|I must hasten on, my lord. 12242|It's little I recollect, 12242|This drowsy world, to cross; 12242|But, by the star that whirls it, 12242|In a few days, it will be none to me! 12242|It passes like a passing-bell; 12242|To seek it one must be deaf; 12242|And we, poor souls incarnate 12242|With Need, have never heard. 12242|My lord, I must hasten; but we have eaten 12242|Our lunch so cours'd that, in short, 12242|'Twas all to make -- so coursed the dinner! 12242|Be thou the comrade to my journey, 12242|My shepherd, too, the while! 12242|Thy soft caress, thy soft reply, 12242|Thy soft as honeyed wine, -- 12242|With these to round my comfortable meal 12242|And fill my lip with dew. 12242|A little place in the sky, 12242|A little river in the meadow, 12242|A little garden, where the bees 12242|Delight to buzz and hum. 12242|A little house in the hill, 12242|About the corner you will find it; 12242|A vine that clings and a tree that tugs, 12242|A vine that wreathes and a weed that weaves, 12242|A little garden, where the bees 12242|Delight to buzz and hum. 12242|Little streams that run and run and run, 12242|And little streams that follow the wind; 12242|Little streams with little rivulets run, 12242|Running down hill to fall at your feet; 12242|A mile of all your bread seems a whole 12242|Of what we call a meal. 12242|When the grass was as green as an outhouse, 12242|And the vines that clung about as thick, 12242|As green as an outhouse and as thick 12242|As rafters over which the grate throws up, 12242|And the grass that touched them as it fell 12242|As thick as a garden vine. 12242|Little fields where the corn stood still, 12242|As still as a sick man's hand, 12242|As thick as a sick man's hand, -- 12242|Little fields where the corn stood still 12242|And never grew. 12242|But see the vines that clamber high, 12242|To curl and then to down-FLOW, 12242|With blossoms as sweet as a grape, 12242|And clusters double and triple-Rowan, 12242|Lift their little cups to the skies 12242|And drink, and bless your taste. 12242|Little hills that were never hills, 12242|When the frost was on the ground; 12242|When the chickens came in from the barn, 12242|And the cows went out to suck their fill 12242|And the rats went out to breed; 12242|When the winds blew, and the waves ran, 12242|And all the world was young; 12242|When the sky was like a cradle, 12242|And the earth was sweet to the core, 12242|Little hills that were never hills, 12242|When the world was young! 12242|When the dead leaves lie on the mouldy grave-clothes, 12242|And the mouldy mould is sweet with ancient starches, 12242|Then I know that spring is here in beauty, 12242|And the dead leaves lie on the grave-clothes, brother. 12242|There's a smell of spring in the air 12242|For all the land has said or done, 12242|And the air is full of ======================================== SAMPLE 18150 ======================================== 1745|The rest to whom they had possesse, to quit 1745|The pleasant place. Ere long they all became 1745|Dried, and the day was done. 1745|Thus end they all, 1745|The pleasant home, wherein they now were born, 1745|And whence they were desirous of ascending 1745|To heights of bliss, is overspread 1745|With daisies, each one mounting on a Starr, 1745|Like to a Christian maid, and stand abreast 1745|Each to the other, as they journeyht. 1745|Nor want they yet one or two, who like us 1745|Bed-ward, or circus-perch, or water-bird, 1745|Or fattened Crawfellow, the throng stoop'd and stood 1745|To welcome them, or mounting on stout stalks, 1745|The self-same, welcoming them with merriment. 1745|So ended he, and after him his Guide 1745|Prayed most fervently that each thus becalm 1745|Might think himself a King, and all thus bright 1745|In faith and practis'd charity employ 1745|His best efforts to become glorious in time. 1745|Whereat they all rejoicing heard his voice. 1745|But first debate and loud clamor arose 1745|Among the Fathers and the wise, whether heaven 1745|Should fall or God support; and that each day 1745|The Saints might see fit to sanctify the world 1745|With Mass and Vigil, in due observance 1745|After the customary length of days. 1745|Wake last night, rose this doubt, this debate 1745|After due Season mov'd; awak't last night, 1745|And chid awake this debating chime: 1745|To wake, who weeke: what could be worse, awoke? 1745|To wake, who weeke; that better were to sleep. 1745|For who represses either his desire 1745|Or inward sight of good, must needs be faine, 1745|Or struggling inwardly against his will; 1745|Fame in himself he makes so renowned, 1745|And Self-love (which is his substance) so derides. 1745|His fall was his owne: his Vice was his Virtue; 1745|His vice was want of knowledge, his knowledge desire. 1745|His want of it, because unknowing, Nature 1745|Made hard, which to imbibe, desire we not: 1745|But if that be the cause why he doth groane, 1745|Allah (alone) can remedy. [_A MARRIAGE CELEBRATION_ 1745|Let it not mar the mourne of this distressfull world, 1745|If yet a Friend we get, if yet a Friend we get! 1745|But though he lie untimely dead, though he alive, 1745|This flesh cannot die, though thou deem it can: 1745|And though he live but in thine Embrace, alive 1745|Thou canst survirit; though knowing it was ne're withering. 1745|His death was by thy dart, thy loss by thine arm: 1745|Thy arm surviveth after wast and wound. 1745|Though he be cold, and though he nere liv'red, 1745|Though dead he be, though he fall, we shall rise with him. 1745|He is our Life, though taken from us dead: 1745|He is the true Religion of our heart, 1745|Though taken from us dead, though he lie untimely. 1745|We meet him at the interstices, 1745|At the bridges and dy'sches: 1745|We are afraid, We are glad, We are eager, 1745|And welcome him with a friendly hand. 1745|We meet him at the portals, 1745|Or the towers of safety: 1745|We are wary, We are down-eye-mouth, 1745|And half afraid to come near: 1745|We are sorry, We are smit with shame, 1745|And half afraid to come near: 1745|We are smot, We are glad, We are afraid 1745|To meet him at the gate of God's full garden; 1745|And welcome him with a thankful heart. 1745 ======================================== SAMPLE 18160 ======================================== 19221|But to tell of her, well I know not how, 19221|And how she had a way of melting down, 19221|As the sweet dew of the morning may drip dew; 19221|That had a way of melting, and in part 19221|Because it dripped, partly because it fell. 19221|'Twas her mother that dandled her in bed; 19221|Her mother there alone, and that poor bed, 19221|Her mother, who was dead and gone yestreen, 19221|And for want of one was bedridden sore: 19221|She said she had no wine to cure her pain, 19221|Nor would she pay in kindebuy four pence. 19221|But they gave her halfpenny bread and cheese: 19221|When the Doctor said, "Well, she must have wine"; 19221|She said, "Let her have wine, I will not shrink; 19221|That will appease me, my friend!" which done, 19221|Her mother was gone; and without her light, 19221|Poor Cupid would not wake, till ten o'clock; 19221|And thus in wine and lady's livery clad, 19221|She left her mother's bed, as hath been said, 19221|All in a robe of roses red and white; 19221|And, as the story goes, was seen 19221|A-walking, at that noonday hour, 19221|Through the whole house at once, 19221|The pictures and statues lying still 19221|On the smooth floor, and many a jug of wine 19221|Standing in order 'twixt the floor and pane; 19221|And many a lily, and many a rose, 19221|And many a painted glass, 19221|And many a painted jug on the wall. 19221|'Twas she that waited on the sick, 19221|Who for the space of an hour might hear 19221|The voices shrill of a wild beast, 19221|Or the low feet of an infant; 19221|And who might see at times a gleam 19221|Of fancies in a painted glass, 19221|Or a creeping image of sin; 19221|And if she would, her voice might wane 19221|With the coming of the hour. 19221|So passing slowly on her way, 19221|She might behold, each minute and less, 19221|Some thing she might not marry yet; 19221|And every minute passing seemed 19221|A waif of something sweeter still. 19221|She could not think that Time had power 19221|To shut that shutter fast; 19221|For every minute seemed a spell 19221|Which her poor vision would unlock. 19221|And ev'ry minute seemed a spell 19221|Which her poor vision would unlock. 19221|What, in the history of the World, 19221|What had the happy Muse to do 19221|Ere Roses blossom'd in the skies? 19221|She was a virgin virgin none; 19221|And she was fairer far than they; 19221|She was a virgin none; 19221|And she was fairer far than they. 19221|She was a virgin none; 19221|And she was fairer far than they; 19221|She was a virgin none; 19221|And she was fairer far than they. 19221|She was the child of a few years, 19221|In life's young whirlwind bound: 19221|A few short months, on earth or in heaven, 19221|She might have lived a maid alone; 19221|But she chose the world's fame, and that is this, 19221|That now the world hath left her not; 19221|For men will cry, "She was more beautiful," 19221|And all shall laugh to scorn her fame. 19221|For men will cry "She was more beautiful," 19221|And all shall laugh to scorn her fame. 19221|She was a maiden in the first place, 19221|To be a virgin in the last is; 19221|And, had her choice been merely to be, 19221|She might have been a poet too: 19221|But she chose the world's fame, and that is this, 19221|That men will cry, "She was more beautiful," 19221|And all shall laugh to scorn her fame. ======================================== SAMPLE 18170 ======================================== 1471|Of the day I have no mind 1471|(My mind is all away with the dead) 1471|Nor shall I ever know the day; 1471|But I shall not forget 1471|That I lived, and that I love. 1471|For the dead cannot forget, 1471|Not even a single day; 1471|There is no day, my friend, for thee. 1471|Thy dear death-sleep is mine 1471|With the old, familiar pulse, 1471|That's quick with pleasant thought, 1471|Strong with duties due, 1471|And with heart as light as thine. 1471|The stars are not as we were, 1471|As we were once at strife; 1471|But the moon is a queen 1471|In the azure afar, 1471|Whom Death hath granted us 1471|The privilege of seeing. 1471|And the waves are less for me 1471|Than the sea within my breast 1471|Still lives, and still grows fonder 1471|Of the dear delight of living; 1471|And my thought, whose motion hath 1471|Been swift with glad desire, 1471|O'er stars and over waves 1471|Now bounds and flutters and swims, 1471|Now rests and sinks and swims,-- 1471|Doth it still yearn and strive 1471|For the high delight of living? 1471|O, what were life without thee, 1471|Since thou art the bliss of living? 1471|I love the world, but more 1471|Than it does of earth can give-- 1471|I love the world, but more. 1471|No more earth shall hold me, 1471|And no more men shall deem me 1471|A traitor to myself and to man; 1471|I have heard and I hold, 1471|By the sun, or the stars, or the sea, or the sky, 1471|No, none of these I count, 1471|For life is life, and light is light; 1471|When a love draws breath 1471|It shall rise from its death bed, 1471|And live on through dark to bright. 1471|No more earth shall make me, 1471|When I am no more man's nor light, 1471|I shall live and I shall die 1471|And leave nothing to account; 1471|No more earth shall crave for me, 1471|Or in me any grief, 1471|For I have lived amiss and failed of aught; 1471|And I love and am glad, 1471|And am glad above all else, 1471|Except myself and earth. 1471|In my soul's low chamber, low, 1471|Like a bird on a nest, 1471|Sleeps my spirit; and now, 1471|When my life to the grave is fled, 1471|My sweet spirit awakes. 1471|On all sides of my grave 1471|The war-clouds swirl and gleam: 1471|Yet my spirit is glad, 1471|For on earth's dismal plains 1471|I will rise with the day. 1471|The earth my spirit holds dear, 1471|My soul I leave behind; 1471|In heaven's choral harmony 1471|I hear the vast bells ring. 1471|And lo, I awake! 1471|I awake from the grave, 1471|The spirit-land where I 1471|Lived, and was never more. 1471|I know no time that was not dread, 1471|None that is not to be dreaded; 1471|For ever to part. I know 1471|The seasons of the year, 1471|When Spring foretells the Summer's green, 1471|And Autumn's crimson pall; 1471|And Winter's chilly gleam, 1471|When Winter's cloud-crowned morn 1471|Comes rushing thro' the sky-high air, 1471|And hush the woodland low. 1471|My house is white with marble stone 1471|Pillared round with greenest lace; 1471|White, as it were the naked heart 1471|Of some young bird that gazes 1471|Above, below, 1471|Serene, and white, and ======================================== SAMPLE 18180 ======================================== 3545|"Who would be wise and learn to live 3545|By wisdom's rules is all in vain." 3545|The first line of this ode was written in the year 1635. It was copied down into 3545|The second line was written in 1637. It was copied down into 3545|"For he, of all a poet's friends, 3545|Must ever be most kind and just." 3545|"In his own spirit and quiet heart, 3545|Whose mind no public cares confine." 3545|"A life, to which our forms belong, 3545|But not more sacred to himself, 3545|By whose example still shall stand, 3545|That sacred spirit, Love, alone." 3545|"So from the fens unknown to man 3545|The rural tribes their worship pay." 3545|"I will not ask a fawn, a lamb, 3545|I seek no fawn, no lamb to stray, 3545|I will not ask a flower to share, 3545|I seek the humble vine alone." 3545|"Nor all the sweets that perfume the rose, 3545|Nor all the fragrance that the lark, 3545|Nor all the sweets that blossom the tree, 3545|May tempt a heart to fly to thee." 3545|"Why should a tree take flight, 3545|That on the thorned tree should break?" 3545|"Why should a bird forsake 3545|The nest on the bare breast of the broom, 3545|And run away to seek a brooder?" 3545|"The flower has never learned to fly, 3545|Nor will the flower a seat bestow, 3545|Had not the bee his palace made,-- 3545|'Tis heaven behoveth it to stand." 3545|"The rose, who takes to bosom of a tree, 3545|Sets all her dainty wing on the breeze, 3545|And travels over all the earth, 3545|In search of breezes, and the light." 3545|"The bee, the wandering bee, 3545|Has not one hour of rest." 3545|"A bee, in his sweet apoapsy, 3545|Discerns the hidden thing beneath, 3545|And follows it around in state, 3545|Like a wedded lady in her pride." 3545|"But why should flowers be weary? 3545|The rose's a maiden rose, and may 3545|The bee be weary, if he will." 3545|"The bee hath his bees, which are not few, 3545|To number each flower by weight." 3545|"He that has not, shall die; 3545|Death is to all things good. 3545|Give me the bees of the air, 3545|Give me the bees of the sky -- 3545|The bee's themselve to keep." 3545|"The bees in the rose, 3545|The bees in the lily, 3545|The bees in the evening, -- 3545|The bees all in a cluster." 3545|"Not all the bees of a honey-combs 3545|Are made for the bees' proper tastes." 3545|"When autumn the blooms have lost, 3545|They lay themselves to sleep." 3545|"The bees in the flower, 3545|The bees in the bud, 3545|The bees in the bud they brood." 3545|"Birds to trees and flowers to bees, 3545|Of every kind, and every clime; 3545|Not to all, or none; but all for one. 3545|Let your hearts have time for it all." 3545|"The bee, who is conscious of none, 3545|Makes his kingdom of one flower; 3545|The bee, who is conscious of none, 3545|And the bee on his garden lay." 3545|"The little leaves, with one touch of a bee 3545|Set life in a thousand branches." 3545|"One, only one, 3545|To be aware of a bee." 3545|"The bee and the bee's little blossom, 3545|The bee and the bee's little love." 3545|"That flowers were ever, 3545|Which honey was ever." 3545|"It was the bee, 3545|It was the bee ======================================== SAMPLE 18190 ======================================== 28375|But from that day to which I sing, 28375|A thousand years and more, 28375|I have been on a cruel storm, 28375|A thousand years and more. 28375|That day when God, for all his grace, 28375|Shook down the world with thunder, 28375|When all the clouds, and all the rain 28375|Rattled, and shook the sky, 28375|And every thunder-gleam had a tongue 28375|Of magic in its birth, 28375|And all these winds and rain-storms came 28375|To make a song of that, 28375|But not a sound or word could be found 28375|To tell what once was said.-- 28375|That day I found a world of things 28375|And every one a ghost! 28375|My thought--'I can then no more return 28375|Unto what once I have seen.' 28375|My song--'I can but seek the truth, 28375|And seek that truth, like Him!' 28375|And still that song I fill with fear, 28375|And my heart will break with it. 28375|Farewell! this sad and weary ball 28375|Shall be no ball at all 28375|For you; but as thou wilt when thou wilt; 28375|And there is nothing more to say. 28375|And, though not, as now, to thee, 28375|I wish a word may make 28375|A silent and a faithful bond 28375|From this strange and weary day. 28375|I will not ask to see no more, 28375|And I'll make a word--a vow-- 28375|Against all future tears and groans 28375|And every future pain. 28375|And that my true love's words are true 28375|And have been unto me: 28375|But if you ask, and I repeat 28375|All now remembered facts, 28375|The old love's life shall be re-told, 28375|And how she lived and loved. 28375|In the old days, when she was young, 28375|No wonder then, I say, 28375|She was so happy! and so free, 28375|For she could have no care. 28375|She was not made to fret and sigh 28375|To break the little glass, 28375|That one, to keep the little watch, 28375|Would never have to go. 28375|So she lived and loved and smiled, 28375|And so, till she was old, 28375|I have found no cause for sigh; 28375|Nor can I say that I'm sad. 28375|My heart will never think of grief, 28375|No, not like you or me, 28375|But when old, as we are old, 28375|I wish it could die; 28375|But I've not enough to die, 28375|For I've not got a pound; 28375|And so in life hereafter, 28375|I'll bear as kindly on, 28375|As if no tears had been, 28375|And I'd never wish to live 28375|Upon a pittance. 28375|The world's a garden, where, in spring, 28375|Fruits appear in white array, 28375|And sweet perfumes, after rain, 28375|Their loose envelopments throw. 28375|There the long grass grows, and flowers 28375|The neighbouring meads adorn; 28375|There, there, by the river side, 28375|The cowslips, and the violets blow. 28375|And as every year that passes, 28375|The world grows richer round; 28375|And like a glass, when first we glisten, 28375|The earthly and Divine ages, 28375|Are cast into one vast tide: 28375|Each's future is as sure 28375|As the last, and the first we may glisten, 28375|And the life of this world's manhood 28375|Is the life of mankind. 28375|The world's a dream, a dream indeed, 28375|Which we may never know, 28375|Because, though it hold us dreaming, 28375|It is but a half dream. 28375|Thou art a world, a beautiful world 28375|That God created ======================================== SAMPLE 18200 ======================================== 1287|With such a pensive look she goes; 1287|I hope she's got a husband in hand! 1287|I must return to the city quite, 1287|As soon as my work can be done; 1287|For there the young lady I must see, 1287|And then--a letter for you again. 1287|Oh, 'tis true, I once again 1287|Have just come from the ball; 1287|And now in my chambers there I lie 1287|For my soul is so thrilled! 1287|The maids and the girls were all present, 1287|And I fancied at once that all 1287|Were telling how my form looked gay, 1287|To the village fair gone by. 1287|And then I saw, with a blush, 1287|The fairest maiden there, 1287|The sweet and the lovely one! 1287|She made me their heart's slave! 1287|Her cheek and her brow spoke so amorously 1287|Of a heart still unsullied, unsullied! 1287|And her eyes cast sunshine round, 1287|Like the rays which shine and are riven 1287|When the lightning comes out! 1287|And so we became fast friends, 1287|In that city of the year, 1287|Till, through the veil of the night, 1287|From sight, down the river-shore. 1287|There did I see, at the sight, 1287|Her little darlings stand, 1287|All with smiles their faces betray-- 1287|All their hearts had joy to shed. 1287|And the one, who's sleeping beside me,-- 1287|"Ah!" said I, "thou'lt be wed to me?" 1287|"Nay!" quoth she; and she goes away, 1287|And I see in the evening gray. 1287|From morning to evening gray 1287|This beauty never fail'd-- 1287|I never saw fair enough 1287|So beautiful before! 1287|How now, O my life in youth 1287|Is all to be endure! 1287|To be so happy in mine age, 1287|No cause would I find, 1287|For her who loves me to-day 1287|Is every morning true! 1287|But I know, when I am old 1287|I'll want no other fair,-- 1287|I'll be true as a child and as free,-- 1287|It suits me so--that's all! 1287|But now, to some other time, 1287|For my own I must go! 1287|I am old! my frame is chang'd; 1287|I have seen many a joy, 1287|But ne'er any glimpse so sweet 1287|As this which I have seen here! 1287|Yet do I love it so much, 1287|'Tis for thee I'll ne'er complain,-- 1287|Yet do I love thee--thou art good! 1287|I did as I was counselled, 1287|So that my kiss, the day 1287|I gave unto thee, 1287|Did ever sweeten thy life. 1287|Yet the hour which was my choice, 1287|I'll ne'er give it to thee,-- 1287|Now in mine old form I'll live. 1287|And I'll love now as before, 1287|Thou loveth me dearly, 1287|And I know that I'm thine now, 1287|And this word which I've said, 1287|This was what I've used to say 1287|Of thee and of thy friends, 1287|When our youth was now of prime, 1287|And thou and I did share 1287|An hour of pure delight. 1287|A moment still in bliss, 1287|A moment yet; 1287|A moment shall pass away, 1287|But not forever. 1287|A moment scarce to live, 1287|And ne'er to die; 1287|A moment scarce to give, 1287|By which the soul is led, 1287|A moment never more to live, 1287|Or ne'er with all to go. 1287|Youth's bright visions, soon our eyes all part, 1287|The light ======================================== SAMPLE 18210 ======================================== 42051|Which he with the great white dove, 42051|The golden rose-tree, 42051|And the red fire-tree 42051|With the flower where he sleeps by day. 42051|And with soft and subtle voice 42051|He sings of a fair dream to-day; 42051|He sings it with a low smile, 42051|Of a tree that a bird has caught: 42051|And to the sweetest tone he sings:-- 42051|"_My soul in the tree is resting, 42051|And I dream within my dreams;_ 42051|And, ah! my heart is seeking the dew 42051|Where the white rose-boughs are falling._" 42051|It was at dead of night, 42051|When all the air was still, 42051|That I felt so faint and weak 42051|That I felt afraid. 42051|All the house was startled with a cry, 42051|Where the candle lit there stood 42051|The little girl with the silver hair, 42051|Bareheaded and weary, 42051|And she sang a song that brought to mind 42051|An old time-halloo: 42051|"Bright be the glory of the Queen 42051|Of Tipperary, Tipperary, Tipperary, 42051|Tipperary, where I dwelt, 42051|Ere my heart was weary and sad, 42051|And my strength was fail'd." 42051|"O Queen of Tipperary, welcome, daughter-in-law of mine! 42051|Thou art mine! I gave thee from my wealth to save me; 42051|Thou hast heard my message to my heart. 42051|Thou gavest me a gift of a treasure-- 42051|A mighty treasure, a holy treasure, 42051|To bring thy spirit under my roof, 42051|To hold within thy hand 42051|A pledge of holy faith. 42051|"I come to thee from the Land-of-Winds, 42051|My beloved from the Land-of-Winds, to bring thee back to Rua, 42051|Under the sky. 42051|I will give thee, sister, 42051|A blessing from me, 42051|So that thou mayst stand 42051|Eagle-angel on high; 42051|And I will bear thee back 42051|Unto the Father, 42051|Unto the holy house of the Queen, 42051|Where there is peace and rest." 42051|Through her dark hair she sang, 42051|As to that Holy House she came, 42051|And her songs swept through the silence; 42051|They sang to a little church-bells, 42051|And rang in the village spires, 42051|And rang in the church-arches; 42051|"Come and kiss away the years"-- 42051|And when no one answered, she sang, 42051|And died away from the world away. 42051|Like a star of fire, 42051|That trembles and gleams upon a river 42051|Darting light from its deep, white depths, 42051|Thou springest from death's dim shore; 42051|And the great sea waves about thee smile, 42051|And the moonlight of many a sea-spray 42051|Is dimmed and blurred by thee. 42051|The sun in his last great race 42051|Is fain to break thy shield, 42051|And the wind on his flight is bent, 42051|And thou art wan of heart. 42051|And the blue skies between thee and Death 42051|Are far apart and alone; 42051|And they say with a cry of sorrow, "He comes not." 42051|When the waves at their sea-girt coasts 42051|Are dark against the dark sky, 42051|And the winds in the mists are silent, 42051|And the waters lie still. 42051|When the sea doth all night long 42051|Sweep in their sea-foam wings 42051|The moon and the sunset star, 42051|As a child's longings, trembling tears; 42051|In that moonless dark have birth, 42051|With the wings of the waves between them, 42051|And the sleep-song of waves upon them, 42051|While on ======================================== SAMPLE 18220 ======================================== 2294|He stood beside the door-way 2294|To the back alley. All the trees were standing 2294|Frightened. He called, shouting, "Open it!" 2294|Then a voice rang clear and loud, "Will you go in?" 2294|The world was all silent as a house that's a-door-filling. 2294|Through his senses he saw and his heart beheld a blue light, 2294|And upon the ground a woman's hands were pressing hard. 2294|She knew him, and the woman held him. His hands were shaking, 2294|But he looked at her and he saw in her eyes of wild, 2294|Tremulous, sparkling beauty the calm, unquavering love of his 2294|As the blue light grew dark, 2294|But before he could speak the man dropped suddenly to 2294|Another's arm, and suddenly the woman, pale and 2294|stammering, and trembling, and scared, 2294|Looked at him, and stood. "A night-club is the place for you." 2294|She said nothing. 2294|Her eyes were empty. 2294|A little more silence, and the doors were opened, and they 2294|Looked at him, and they knew him, and they said, 2294|"A night-club"--and the man fell to his knees 2294|At her feet. They kissed her; and she looked up and she smiled, 2294|Then the doors were slammed, and the men came with them, and one 2294|Closed quick behind them, and they ran, they hurried 2294|In and laughed, and they ran till they were caught, 2294|And dragged. 2294|The guards came. They locked them in. She lay so pale. 2294|All the guards held her up against the fence, and they 2294|Put her hand upon her throbbing heart. 2294|"If you loved me," he said, "I would let you go. 2294|If you loved me, if you loved me as I am, 2294|I know you would keep your promise to me." 2294|They dragged him to the cells. 2294|In the cells where men work under the sky 2294|They stood and sang with her, as she stood and smiled 2294|Down that cold dark way in the night-time, in the 2294|night-time, in the night-time, in the night-time. 2294|"Husbands, you have been faithful, men, men, 2294|Ever faithful. Now I give you back your Love, 2294|And you shall surely keep your promise. 2294|"I gave you back my life, I love you, love 2294|You will always remember, recall, recall, 2294|My promise, O my husbands, O my wives, 2294|That love and loyalty and loyalty shall be your 2294|The old black road leads up a narrow path, and the little 2294|street lamp burns slowly on beyond. 2294|On the narrow street lamp burns slowly. 2294|The wind is beating on the narrow street lamp, and the 2294|road echoes to its echoes its wailing. 2294|The old black road. 2294|She sits on her little red throne, 2294|And sings out in the white light 2294|Of the white moon. 2294|She sits with her face near the 2294|White moon. 2294|The stars are at her feet, 2294|And the white stars with their 2294|White mantles of moonbeam and fire. 2294|She sings of her dreams, and they 2294|Are shining round her, white and 2294|White as the mantles of moonbeam and fire. 2294|She sits on her throne. 2294|Her song is out of tune, but 2294|It cries to the white stars for guidance. 2294|Her voice is soft as a 2294|Blossom, white as a mountain, 2294|And over her head are 2294|The white mantles of moonbeam and fire. 2294|She has gone up to the white 2294|Mirrored stars for guidance. 2294|Her voice is low as a 2294|Blossom, and low as a bird; 2294|It says to the white stars, 2294|"It is ======================================== SAMPLE 18230 ======================================== 2558|In the year after his birth! 2558|But oh, she was fair and free 2558|In the year after her death! 2558|My sister was a flower, I ween 2558|A rose could not compare! 2558|Yet who--was it dreaming?--waking? 2558|Was I dreaming?--then, no!-- 2558|She died ere my second year-- 2558|Ere the time of soothingly 2558|Her farewell song to sing. 2558|I must have sung it to the grave, 2558|And I must have borne it so, 2558|That ere I was changed to man 2558|I had told the tale, and told it o'er, 2558|But--for I was frightened--dead! 2558|My brother--he was not my brother, 2558|For I never knew his name; 2558|He had left us when a boy, 2558|To wander through a desert clime: 2558|When, some strange chance (it is uncertain) 2558|The chance would change again. 2558|He sought with me a lonely land 2558|Unknown and far from home; 2558|And so, from the first hour we met, 2558|We had a mutual heart. 2558|He told me all his hopes and fears, 2558|I told his joys and griefs: 2558|And I took counsel, if to prove him, 2558|How we should live alone. 2558|The little town that o'er us lay, 2558|No town on record I found-- 2558|No birth-place of a town we shared 2558|Could I remember see. 2558|A farm, a shop--I did not know 2558|Such homes of man or woman be: 2558|Then he, who dwelt on the far coast, 2558|And was, to our eyes, to me, 2558|A very child, was very like me, 2558|And would, if I would let him, die! 2558|That land was wilderness in spring, 2558|A desert on the hill. 2558|No life was under the green leaves, 2558|And he and I were alone! 2558|A summer of sweet summer weather, 2558|And one poor, tired, hungry morn; 2558|The moor would laugh, the mill would talk, 2558|But not so near, so far away. 2558|I turned me from the stormy shore, 2558|That gave great joy to me-- 2558|He'd told me, ere his body failed, 2558|How there a child's heart kept beating! 2558|No words seemed needful then 2558|I said, "His heart could never fail, 2558|While he was here I lived to see, 2558|But now,--what now!--what now?" 2558|I turned to him, as to the wind, 2558|And, with a tearless stare, 2558|Thus to a friend--a friend was he 2558|Who held me by the hand!-- 2558|The friend I never more shall see 2558|That man of sorrow there. 2558|The moon that peeped through the lattice-work 2558|To watch me while I wrote 2558|That one sweet hour--I fear the year 2558|Will never see it shine. 2558|Oftener than daybreak I am awake, 2558|Or ere the dawn is gone, 2558|Or ever the day-god wakes, awake, 2558|And sends me care, from his breast!-- 2558|His little, gentle, loving glance 2558|Has quenched the flames of night; 2558|He'll watch for me when day is done, I know, 2558|And will the morn repay. 2558|And I shall meet his loving looks, his kisses, 2558|The wayward year begin; 2558|And I shall laugh at him--and die too-- 2558|I know I shall die, to-night. 2558|No man but God shall hear my prayer; 2558|O God, that I were His! 2558|And that my life, in the morn of June, 2558|Should meet a smile like thine! 2558|And in the hour of doom ======================================== SAMPLE 18240 ======================================== 18396|An' a' the lave, wi' his bonnie gray mou', 18396|The lave wi' Jack to wait? 18396|He wus laith to him, wha weel could tell 18396|That he wi' luve was dear? 18396|Wha saw nae mair o' him but he was loved, 18396|Wha saw nae mair o' him but he was dear? 18396|For luve it was sae precious o' his, 18396|And sae dour to see, I trow, 18396|That luve it was sae precious o' his, 18396|And that I'm sae saucy, 18396|And wha wad have thought it, when he gaed hame, 18396|That wha wad have thought it, when he gaed hame? 18396|Wi' that same smile o' his, o' miserie 18396|He wad hae fled sair for muckle; 18396|It was nae faut he'd ne'er brak that door o' his, 18396|It wad hae drawn the wofoo sair. 18396|But aye by naething, the tear's sae dear at last, 18396|If the lave couldna' heeded him nae mair, 18396|The wretch wad hae fled awa' wi' the lave, 18396|And the hill be stood till his hame. 18396|He wad hae been the lave at the first, 18396|But the warld wad naebody knew him; 18396|For a' the blae kens o' his father, 18396|He would hae gaeed wi' his face on the snood, 18396|I wad hae gae'd wi' my face on the snood 18396|When I was first wedded to thee, 18396|I wad hae gae'd wi' my face on the snood 18396|Saw ye a garland, Rosie, sae fair, 18396|Saw ye a garland, Rosie, sae fair? 18396|I saw ye a garland, Rosie, sae fair, 18396|I saw ye a garland, Rosie, sae fair; 18396|O' my mawful, low tongue, O' my low tongue, 18396|The sweet roses blew the tear awa'; 18396|For my poor, care-laden, hapless mither, 18396|The tear's a' the gudewind for you; 18396|For my poor, care-laden, haused mither, 18396|The tear's a' the gudewind for you. 18396|Then farewell the low-hung shadow, 18396|The frown-wreaths on the bough, Rosie, 18396|And your bonny rose bough, Rosie, 18396|Abandoned far away, Rosie; 18396|We 'll meet--'tis nae use to speak, Rosie, 18396|We 'll meet--'tis na fear to think, Rosie: 18396|Our lives, Rosie, o'er, o'er, O! 18396|We 'll meet--'tis nae use to talk, Rosie; 18396|We 'll meet--'tis nae use to part, Rosie; 18396|We 'll meet--'tis o'er yon dear green-wood, 18396|And it 's there we 'll meet again, Rosie. 18396|For o' time I will gae back to meet thee, 18396|And kiss thy tear-drop at thy ear, Rosie; 18396|Or on the bank where thy bark bows the rock-bank, 18396|Wade me to sea again, Rosie. 18396|But when our youth is o'er, the sun shall gae down, 18396|And all its fires shall die, Rosie; 18396|Or when the night-wind breathes low and drearie, 18396|And stars their stately form deny, Rosie. 18396|Sweet as the dewy fawn, sweet as the fa' 18396|To the lute's melancholy minstrelsy, 18396|The solemn hour of midnight's dark despair, 18396|When ======================================== SAMPLE 18250 ======================================== 1365|Thou hast a right to take and bear away 1365|The gifts of God, and the blessings His hand 1365|Poured forth, and thus be filled with His own. 1365|I am not proud of my ancestors' graves, 1365|Nor of their tears for the lost and widow'd, 1365|Or of the sires and sisters who at birth 1365|Shed shadows o'er their fathers' faces 1365|And waited for the sign to come; 1365|Nor am I glad to have seen many widows 1365|Of the fathers waiting the sign. 1365|I have loved my brothers with a love as great 1365|As that with which a father might love 1365|A son, who from his childhood has wrenched 1365|All the soft hair from the infant's head 1365|And stretched it on his bed of pain. 1365|Yet, I may be very proud of these graves, 1365|And of their travail and their sorrow; 1365|And the bitter cup of bitter-sweet wine 1365|Is ready for me at the heel of God. 1365|But I have had no love of my own. 1365|I have a greater gift: an inward gift, 1365|Yet inward as the dew-mist of Heaven, 1365|Which whispers to my spirit in its arms 1365|To serve the Lord and be obeyed. 1365|I will not hide the truth. It may not be, 1365|That I shall ever be as many are 1365|As those who sleep, by day and by night, 1365|With the same blood within them and without. 1365|My Father is more powerful than I; 1365|He can give me toils, and hard destinies, 1365|And raise me to His high throne. 1365|If I am but as He is,--shall be. 1365|As He is, His will is my will; 1365|Yet, since I have lived before His footstool, 1365|I can tell Him, when He will. 1365|And there shall be no more shedding blood 1365|Till that right hand of Jesus draws 1365|The dagger from the gash; no longer 1365|Will He take the life away; 1365|But the crime shall pass, as the lie, 1365|And from the dead at once they shall rise 1365|And Him by His own right hand unbar 1365|The doors of the Holy Ghost! 1365|The King in His glory, shining clear 1365|Above the storm and confusion, cried: 1365|"Hear, O people, and understand! 1365|I am the Christ; and will to the uttermost 1365|My strength against the proud Romans' rage and sin, 1365|And they shall die! 1365|They whom He called upon the name of Christ 1365|Shall be cleansed; for this day shall be their death." 1365|Then, with the trumpet and the blood; 1365|And all that day the Cross was loud 1365|With the cry of the martyrs in their anguish, 1365|And they rose up and followed Lord and Saint, 1365|And found Him there; and in an hour 1365|The Romans were driven back and drowned; 1365|As the cross showed in the midst of them; 1365|And the star of Heaven began to shiver 1365|Over their fate; and the old Sea 1365|And its enemies were laid at rest 1365|Before the words of our Saviour's breath! 1365|Heaven opened above their fate; 1365|And the blood-stained garments of the Cross 1365|Were flung far over the sea, and down 1365|By wind and tide 1365|They bore them, and a tomb was prepared 1365|For the dead, and the Cross upon their grave. 1365|"Hear, O people, and be persuaded! 1365|My wounds are not with you! I am not 1365|Fury, or anger, or remorse, or pride, 1365|Thou shall not find within my soul! 1365|"The hands that heal the wounds of men 1365|Have done this work; my Father, thou art here." 1365|The King said, "The people are persuaded; 1365|My anger is gone; my vengeance is past; ======================================== SAMPLE 18260 ======================================== 12242|With the breath of life, with the soul of life! 12242|Then I'll take these airs you sing to me, 12242|And be free, free as the winds. 12242|Take two fruits of the field, a banana and a banana; 12242|And a stone of ground on the other side of the street! 12242|I'll walk with you, and I'll tell you a story, 12242|And then we'll talk about the world. 12242|If I speak truth, and the truth is as far as my assertion can reach you, 12242|So long as I live, there will be many to say and say about me. 12242|And I might go about in a circle and say the words I am saying, 12242|For I am sure that the wind blows to all men's dirges the truth, 12242|And the wind that is true may blow me to repentance, 12242|But the wind that is true may blow it to me repentance, 12242|But the wind that is true may blow me to repentance, 12242|For the wind that is true or false, my soul goes with the bender. 12242|The sun went across the east mountain, 12242|The wind went under the hill, 12242|This was the third day riding 12242|On the third day of his journey, 12242|A hare gave him the corse. 12242|This was the fourth day riding 12242|On the fifth day of his journey, 12242|He raised his head and looked 12242|Down the creek, by the branch, 12242|It was dark and silent, 12242|And the moon was shining through, 12242|He looked into the stream 12242|And saw a man 12242|That was riding a horse. 12242|This was the last word that he heard 12242|That he could speak; 12242|The wind made a sudden boom, 12242|And the bucket broke, 12242|The wind blew out of the bucket, 12242|And the wind and the horse 12242|Rushed together like frosted 12242|Creeks in the winter. 12242|The wind blew over them all, 12242|And the wind came 12242|And the wind and the horse 12242|Rushed together right 12242|Till they broke the world 12242|And it was green again. 12242|This little book called "The Poems" is the offspring of a series of 12242|I'd like to have you think that to be nice one must try all 12242|It is true that I am not an engineer -- 12242|But I can boil a tea, and dry a paper, 12242|Can stow a roast, and cook and bake a cake, 12242|And drive a twenty-horseriage safely, 12242|And do a thousand other useful things, 12242|I'll show you how a sparrow gets in the nest. 12242|I'd like to be the little blackbird 12242|That keeps time with the sullen clock; 12242|I would keep time with the sullen clock 12242|Till every individual should be 12242|A sullen old acquaintance with time. 12242|I'd like to go down in the nest, 12242|Where the eggs are securely lodged, 12242|I would bring the sullen old acquaintance 12242|To keep up the old familiar rhyme 12242|I'd like to live all alone 12242|In the dark, like a sullen old acquaintance, 12242|I'd like to sleep alone 12242|On the floor without a mattress 12242|All night long, when the landlord's in bed, 12242|But I need not repress my whims 12242|For partner of my bedside: 12242|And when he creeps off with a quiet groan, 12242|And I lie up in the dark, 12242|Our little parlor, like his nest, 12242|Must now be my dwelling-place. 12242|O, the night is warm and thick! 12242|I would that I might take my place 12242|On the wind-shield of your car, 12242|Sitting upright, so that the gleam 12242|Of your eye and your breath would be 12242|Like the flash of your goose-feather drowsy. 12242|And let the nightingale, ======================================== SAMPLE 18270 ======================================== 2619|He said 'tis true. 2619|"Of a truth, dear boy!" I answered him, 2619|"The love-lorn woman's heart is true; 2619|The heart that never is untrue, 2619|It may be tender,--but ne'er false." 2619|I've known what loves him best of all, 2619|And in my heart's most secret place, 2619|Where love's true and truth's false oppos'd,-- 2619|The man who loves most loves the last. 2619|Love's a sin,--and so we have to wade 2619|In death's dark mire, to get the day 2619|We love above all things else but heaven! 2619|God made the world, God shaped the man; 2619|The brute began, the brute must come: 2619|The man created man, the brute must go. 2619|The brute shall have his own way still 2619|While earth he upsets, the old tale's true: 2619|He's what we make him,--God's just and grand. 2619|The brute shall have his own way yet, 2619|And God's right hand on all things there 2619|Shall He create man's unjust ways, 2619|And damn the pride, and welcome the grateful? 2619|_God makes the world, and all's right there._ 2619|It may be so; nevertheless, now, 2619|In the cold sweat of the unforgiving night, 2619|And from our world a shudder, it may be 2619|That, as He made, man's unjust ways, 2619|The just God did condemn, and just God will do. 2619|Why, there's a time and a place, 2619|When hands for broken hearts shall rise; 2619|When hope shall be the fort of faith, 2619|And man's poor prayer a cheerful bell: 2619|And prayer shall wake again for God, 2619|And, kneeling in contrite mian, 2619|The old prayer be raised, and the new said, 2619|And a new world begin for atonement due. 2619|A time and a place, 2619|When the true heart shall the heart renew 2619|In prayer or charging hand; 2619|When words of fire in a weary night 2619|Shall kindle into eloquence; 2619|And deeds of praise and thanks for atoning grace 2619|Shall make an atonement complete and whole. 2619|A time for hearts to swell, and hands to clutch 2619|The captive captive's bolt once more, 2619|To make his life's thrall the only one of mine 2619|That's worth the knowing; 2619|And let his work men's tears, his work their praise. 2619|A time when all who stand and think, 2619|And dare to speak the truth, shall feel 2619|Those merciful hands of mercy lay 2619|Their chastisement on their head, 2619|And in their heart's core, as in a sea, 2619|Receive the ransom of their land. 2619|A time, and a place, 2619|When hands for broken hearts shall rise; 2619|When man shall set his face to serve 2619|O'er man the perfect heart's desire; 2619|And in his name the heart of man shall break, 2619|And man's unjust deeds shall meet his own. 2619|Then shall the man be seen to be 2619|The bridge between such hearts and me, 2619|Whose hand hath touched the cord, whose hand hath put 2619|The bands of power in motion, 2619|And set the hands of faith upon the strings. 2619|So shall their hearts be set to serve each other, 2619|And serve, and labour, and be to each other 2619|Beloved, even as their brothers, 2619|And men of blood and country. 2619|For life's sweet feedin's shall their hands be slack 2619|To work for life's sweet feedin's. 2619|And that the heart, which finds a brother's place 2619|For ever, in their own hearts' place, 2619|Shall never fail them, but be ever find 2619|The sweetest rest from all for ever, 2619|Shall never fail ======================================== SAMPLE 18280 ======================================== 34234|Away from the sun and the loud, bright street 34234|And the great city and the little town, 34234|Where a soldier and a tailor live, 34234|Tall like our fathers, strong like our mothers, 34234|They shall never know defeat again, 34234|They shall ever find the promised land. 34234|Where the old wild woods hang over the streams 34234|All golden in the sunlight, 34234|And the trees shout to the passing boats 34234|But not a word to the drivers, 34234|Where the wild flowers live in every breeze 34234|Blowing in every breeze; 34234|And the hills look down on the rolling plain 34234|As the blue sky looms above it, 34234|And there you see the white-footed cattle pass 34234|And are glad to meet them, 34234|For no mortal can match you in their pride 34234|And you must be happy, and must be glad 34234|To be in this land of fair play. 34234|In the days when I was but a boy among the crowds and the strife, 34234|When I sought only the beauty of action and fighting with men, 34234|When I had only friends to lean on in trouble and pain, 34234|I did not dare to trust my heart to fate, 34234|But stood by the side of an old woman who sheltered me from the strife 34234|Who taught me that striving to be what one ought to be always 34234|Was the only way to win the true prize.... 34234|When the crowds and the strife were over 34234|She did not look at me with those kind, trusting eyes 34234|That smiled on me when I was safe and young, 34234|She looked instead at me with calm mistrust 34234|That sometimes seemed to seek and rarely find-- 34234|That little girl--the one I used to love, 34234|Still hidden in my heart, 34234|The one whom I cared for; 34234|But I could not give her back, not I-- 34234|So I stole away to the wood and hid, and hid. 34234|There by the side of that old woman 34234|I crept, until I heard her breathing slow, 34234|And then I came back, but with a sore heart, 34234|To my old friend and comrade Clara Wren 34234|Who had sheltered me from the strife, 34234|But only four sweet years of life 34234|Before I fled 34234|For refuge to the woodland; 34234|And I asked her for one sweet thing 34234|That I had not lost, one little skill, 34234|To make her life bear fruit 34234|In tending flowers. 34234|She gave me but a withered rosebud, 34234|And dared not more. 34234|Yet she told me many a bitter lie,-- 34234|The truth they love to hear. 34234|Though I cared not,--I trusted her word as truth. 34234|She knew too well how easily fate 34234|Can bring the worst and best at last, 34234|And she knew that I had broken that spell 34234|By wasting my young life thus. 34234|Yet though she knew it, only she knew. 34234|For if my life had been as fair 34234|As now it seemed, before I fled 34234|For refuge to the wood, 34234|The one thing left behind 34234|For me to strive for in life were all. 34234|The trees were old and weak and gray, 34234|The wind was wild and cold, 34234|And a wind-shattering shout 34234|Was echoing down the gray, gray sky 34234|From every wind-swept tree and rock. 34234|The little wind-worn trees 34234|Went moaning up the plain 34234|With hollow and sweet refrain: 34234|The old, old song I loved of yore. 34234|Oh, I can hear it now no more 34234|As the old song I loved, 34234|But the old song, the old song, 34234|The old song evermore 34234|I hear and forget, 34234|For the wind is on the waste. 34234|When the darkling wind-sweep sweeps 34234|Round the world and leaves behind 34234|No place nor spot to see, 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 18290 ======================================== 15370|For every day the same, 15370|Till, by the use and abuse 15370|Of an _opportunity_, 15370|And a most reluctant aid, 15370|A _cringery_ is not 15370|For him! 15370|Who's to pay the bill? 15370|If we'd had to borrow, we 15370|Could not have spare 15370|A _cram_ 15370|To leave our mouths at large, 15370|With not a penny to _steal_, 15370|Since first we had the use 15370|Of the old _trolley_, 15370|And, I declare, they couldn't 15370|Let it go to waste, 15370|No--that's false. 15370|They borrowed to pay our bills-- 15370|A _cram_ is not a debt-- 15370|A _trolley_ is. 15370|Our old _trolley_ is not waste, 15370|And so, you see, 15370|Our old _trolley_ is debt-free! 15370|And so, my dear, 15370|Our old _trolley_ _is_ debt-free! 15370|It wasn't the poor-- 15370|Why shouldn't the rich be glad 15370|Who've been helped by The Man? 15370|And so we all are, 15370|Of poor--and of rich--and of proud, 15370|And so we've got 15370|A _legacy_ of good will, 15370|From the _old man_, 15370|And the _pension_, and the debt. 15370|That's why, my dear, 15370|We've _legacies_ of goodwill 15370|From the _good_ old friend, 15370|For the _young_ and the _savour_ things, 15370|Who has helped our poor old friend, 15370|Now we all are 15370|Oft happy to be rid 15370|Of a _hand_ of _pension_ and _trolley_: 15370|And, by the way, 15370|Our old companion's friend, 15370|Of all we've got, 15370|Is he, my dear, the best!-- 15370|The friendliest of friends, 15370|And one which we, my Dear, 15370|Are ever glad to have around-- 15370|To be _alone_ with him-- 15370|But never more so glad 15370|From our dear companion's side 15370|To lose the _same_! 15370|But why, my Dear, should you, 15370|My good old friend, 15370|Depart in this state of sad despair 15370|Of your future welfare? 15370|Have you no doubts and doubts of your own, 15370|That you _may be _sure? 15370|We'll seek to ascertain what you think-- 15370|Have none, 15370|My dearest dear, for we've _lost 15370|Thety, my little Dear; 15370|We've lost our _trolley_ of life--that's the same! 15370|That _travels_ back through a thousand years, 15370|And the _last_ trip through it! 15370|And all we hope to find, and all we fear, 15370|It is but the same. 15370|No better friend is your own, and no worse, 15370|Whenas you're gone, than you, my Dear, is mine: 15370|And so, my dearest, 15370|We've _legacy_ in _that_--_my_ trusty, last, 15370|And _legible_ one, my Dear! 15370|My Father of many Children, I have 15370|Not been able, as I have before, 15370|To turn to Thee with the tenderness of a 15370|Meadow-bird flitting from leaf to leaf, 15370|And leave behind some counsel for the 15370|Sorrowful heart that is longing for a 15370|Last, sad, lasting farewell! 15370|I will not speak of all that is most fair: 15370|I would to Thee as a child should do-- 15370|For Thee my Father, and Thy Father both! 15370|The rose I would bring ======================================== SAMPLE 18300 ======================================== 30687|Swayed by their voices, and the white sea-mist 30687|Swirled in the golden waves. 30687|The little ship-boy looked at her, 30687|And wondered at his mother's eyes, 30687|For they could see her as the water was, 30687|And yet they saw her not. 30687|"A ship-boy!" said his mother. 30687|She said, that morning, with a sigh: 30687|"I had never seen one in those wild blue skies, 30687|But I knew, ere I sent them to the sea, 30687|That, when at last the clouds gave place, 30687|I, too, would look on Mary,--ah, me! 30687|For I love a ship-boy that was a lad, 30687|And so would Mary." 30687|And that's my story, if it's yours, 30687|Of the little ship-boy. 30687|When little little Mary went 30687|I stood and gazed at her cheeks that dyed 30687|The dawn one color, sheenier red 30687|Than roses have. 30687|She was the last thing in the world 30687|I loved. 30687|The next was little Margaret: white 30687|As the primrose at the very tip 30687|Of her blue star. 30687|And last and best is Mary, 30687|When little Mary went to sea, 30687|And she came back so white. 30687|And I have loitered on the sea, 30687|I've looked on the morning with Mary, 30687|I've stood beside the wreck of the ship, 30687|And heard the last sad story: 30687|And I have cried: "Mary had her will, 30687|And so, God knows, must I." 30687|For Mary had a soul of grace 30687|There was no selfishness in her work, 30687|She saw my soul grow white. 30687|There was no selfishness in Mary's care 30687|When she gave little Mary her will, 30687|And I know that she feels it still 30687|To-day. 30687|And so I have stood with little Mary 30687|And wondered what Mary had in mind, 30687|That Mary had come back so white; 30687|And little Mary was kind and dear, 30687|And Mary came back so white. 30687|There are many things that one must do, 30687|One must take the salt away from sorrow, 30687|One must see dead friends in the light of life, 30687|One must bear dead sorrow to the end. 30687|But--though you must sit and cry till dawn 30687|Has dropped in the dawn, 30687|If life be all a wisp of dust, 30687|One must dream that all is well, 30687|Frenzy, that old song, that last prayer, 30687|All are but fancies, like the rest. 30687|_He comes to-day. He is not here, but all those years ago._ 30687|What will it matter when we part? 30687|_He comes to-day. He and I, by many a friendly face, 30687|Walk on the earth side like friends. There's the old-time grace 30687|And the gay good nature of a childhood gone, 30687|And the fresh new spirit of an adolescent age, 30687|And--and we walk together! You can hear the ring 30687|Of our parting bells. We've come to-day to-morrow night._ 30687|If death came back--for all the world says so-- 30687|_He comes to-day. He and I. There's the old-time grace 30687|And the gay good nature of a childhood gone._ 30687|But what of all the pleasant songs of yore? 30687|_He comes to-day. He and I. There's the old-time grace 30687|And the gay new spirit of an adolescent age._ 30687|So, I would love to know, would you? 30687|_He comes to-day. He and I. There's the old-time grace 30687|And the gay new spirit of an adolescent age._ 30787|I have been a little late for rest, 30787|And now 'tis time to pay my debt. 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 18310 ======================================== 16452|In many a clash of swords, and many a death-shot 16452|Shall we not see? or shall we see at last, 16452|And with him who has thus sought Achilles' bed, 16452|His arms, arm'd him in a warrior's might, be slain, 16452|Boeotian Hector, son of Priam? Oh! then 16452|We shall the Gods, when once they know our force, 16452|Forbid us our return. With them shall we 16452|Pour all our pomp, and bring the glorious prize 16452|On thrones the envy of our foes, and prove 16452|With the brave Trojans our heroic fame! 16452|Nor will we miss him, nor neglect his toil, 16452|And all, well done! well done! to whom thou wouldst have gone 16452|Thy valiant aid, whom not a boy like thee 16452|Could tempt to seek an undiscover'd war. 16452|Then, thus Achilles answer'd. Idomeneus. 16452|Achilles our brother! now I see the cause 16452|Of this; this man, who had his hand on thee, 16452|Is thy avenger. No man can withstand, 16452|Whether alone, or in the van of war, 16452|The might of Phoebus; thou himself wilt know 16452|And thou shalt turn him back, backward as he 16452|Hast run, and backward as he runst thou back; 16452|No--thou shalt turn him backward to the deep, 16452|To the first of all the streams, the stream of Nile. 16452|He said, and with wing'd words the chief assist'd. 16452|Then Hector to his mother, with a sigh, 16452|Departed swift, but she her son thus spake. 16452|My dearest son, I have no joy in Troy, 16452|Since Pallas bids me thus my arm extend 16452|To quell so hostile an army, and to bring 16452|Achilles to his father's aid; no more 16452|Shall, dear from that soft death, thy arms guard me, 16452|Thyself indeed and thy brave brethren safe, 16452|(For thou art older than they) now from the fleet 16452|By a dispatch from me, come straight away; 16452|Send, that the fleet's protector may remove 16452|The hostile host. For now thy glorious arm 16452|Delights both Troy and Priam, and all her tribes. 16452|To whom good Talthybius with reply thus made. 16452|My noble mother! thou art right, and well 16452|The words which I have heard befitting, speak, 16452|That thou by no threats shalt suffer thyself, 16452|Though thou bring'st the hostile host, from war, 16452|To Troy's protectors, and to Priam's walls. 16452|But haste--let our signal thus received 16452|The Achaeans; hurl our spear aloft, 16452|And rend their hosts, and, to our voice retired, 16452|Let Hector's host, and all the son of Troy 16452|Stand hurling back the warlike battle-spear. 16452|If he himself the spear resist, the same 16452|Our dart shall slay, and not on other foes 16452|His son will strike a fatal blow; nor less 16452|Will Hector, of a son alone, contend. 16452|So spake, and to his sister's son appeal'd 16452|The warrior born of Priam. Then, herself, 16452|The daughter of the rich, Laodice, 16452|Made ready to contend, and the long lance 16452|(Shatter'd with her silver bow) of Hector bent. 16452|On her firm foot the lance was borne, and first, 16452|To loosen, with a double thrust out-thrust, 16452|Before the breast struck through the buckler's rim; 16452|Another in line fell from the hand, 16452|And pierced the corslet that her brother sheath'd. 16452|Forth leap'd he from the chariot, and at once 16452|The spear return'd, which at the altar's foot 16452|His mind and spirit (to Apollo due) 16452|Had sought, when, stricken by Achilles ======================================== SAMPLE 18320 ======================================== 2383|Werter, whom, for shame and griefe, he did requite with a heavy death, 2383|Where the Saxons abode. 2383|Werter, whilom with the Saxons, a fierce heathenish man, who ruled 2383|His daughter, whom he chose for a wife, at a time of great sorrow 2383|Achitophel, with all their multitude; and in that wise 2383|All the men of the Saxon lords that he had of mighty strength; 2383|Now these are turned to stone, the men to men, the men to kin." 2383|Thyself now hast thou wit; thou must of thee tellen me, who art 2383|That Achitophel, king of the Franks, and that were the age 2383|Of thy great father, who was old and his days were prosperous." 2383|And when he had of his tale tolden him, and told him all 2383|Touched this goodly lord, and that was all, he tolden him also 2383|Why that he was so fain, and how that he was called 2383|Thine uncle's son; and said: "Thou shalt see, before thou comest 2383|To his land, there of the Franks he lives in the house. 2383|There was no foe for him to wage war on, if so he would, 2383|Nor did he have no care of his person, as he should have it. 2383|But thou must tell me, if thou would'st, but a little truth; 2383|When came that son of his to France, and he began to reign 2383|There, that he was born into no world, but in a shed, 2383|In a very pit of scorning; and that one of his kin, 2383|His brother, he was born to be the king of a great land. 2383|But in his mouth so full of wrath was that son of his kin, 2383|That in his wrath the old man fell down before him there, 2383|And told his tale with many a bitter word; the son of his kin 2383|Shamed be it ever the son of a king to utter such a word. 2383|That was the son of that false woman that was born to you. 2383|His father, and his brothers all, therewith was he born. 2383|Therefore his father and his brothers were all slain thereby. 2383|That was the son of that female whom it was told him, saying: 2383|That it was he that was born into this life of ours. 2383|Yet his life was in great peril, since it did wax bad 2383|In the high heaven, with God, to hearken to his tales, 2383|For a very woman in whose mouth he did him bewitch. 2383|And she said this thing, and in her heart at once she said it, 2383|That he now liveth a long, good way, a good lord without end, 2383|And her tale doth open unto him a mighty wealth on him, 2383|Whose head she bare him, and her tale doth open unto thee; 2383|And she said this thing and his face it was turn'd white sore; 2383|What of the tale which she told him? and what of her voice? 2383|And she said this thing full oft, and many a time again, 2383|For in her heart she deemed him still a child of his seed; 2383|Then was she glad, and full of gladness in her face, 2383|And she said this thing and answered her in turn again: 2383|Who hath this thing for him, and hath a gift for him that is good! 2383|When she heard how he was led down from his kingdom up to France, 2383|In a woe, and she heard the thing that she did him do, 2383|She was in a woe, and she was sad all this time, 2383|When she heard that he was slain, and she heard the words, 2383|"Achilles, thou art dead: and yet no death shall I dread, 2383|No word from thee: for now the blood of my body is shed 2383|In the house of my foe; but if thou wilt have life yet, 2383|If thou wilt have it, and I that am dead shall go out free 2383|Unto the city of the Am ======================================== SAMPLE 18330 ======================================== 4272|And in the gloom and sorrow there 4272|That darkens o'er thy spirit's fate. 4272|I think of thee, my own, dear son, 4272|I think of thee as thou art now - 4272|But better--O, better far 4272|To stand before God's altar-lord, 4272|Than lose in dark despair my son. 4272|The world is at the mercy-star 4272|Which never star has seen above. 4272|Now are we wretchedness and blight, 4272|And all the curse is on thee. 4272|God help thee, father--help thou me, 4272|But do not leave poor Peter here. 4272|His father, when he saw him die, 4272|Did cry in the dead world's ear, 4272|"Where is my child, my child, my Peter?" 4272|And e'en at this last, darkest day, 4272|Wept and sobbed, "My Peter is dead!" 4272|Alas! 'Tis said 'tis in thy power 4272|To save the innocent, poor Peter. 4272|Not all of us e'er can say 4272|The dying words, "Thou hast been good;" 4272|O take him home to his own home, 4272|And let him take his peaceful rest. 4272|Thy Son to death was all in all, 4272|And I would be with him to-night. 4272|He lived, he died, like any thing: 4272|And all Thy glory must be known, 4272|That he is safe in thine, high Lord, 4272|And I would be with him to-night. 4272|God bless thee, God bless thy Son 4272|For all thy precious Father's work; 4272|Be well his work, his glory clear, 4272|And all his work with thee be done. 4272|He lived, he died with glory clad 4272|Who wrought His will in manhood good. 4272|God bless thee, God bless thine own Son, 4272|Who didst love like him Thy Holy Name. 4272|The Spirit of God shall dwell in thee, 4272|As it were in Thy spirit. Thence He comes. 4272|Oft in thy Father's house we go, 4272|Oft from thy presence, to be lost. 4272|And in that Presence, we will see 4272|The Father's glory to be our own, 4272|And we will be with Thee so, 4272|God will with us by night and day. 4272|We will sit all the day in thought 4272|On the one side, and on the other side 4272|The shining mountains and the shaven ways, 4272|And the fair blossoming of the sweet green wood. 4272|The flowers in The Wood are like to homes, 4272|Where in their joy the children sit 4272|In the light of their Father's smile, 4272|And the very fragrance of their breath. 4272|'Tis the pleasant sunshine of the mind 4272|That gives it strength to live and work; 4272|Thy presence is a blessing pure, 4272|A blessing that is dear to me. 4272|In such a dear Lord, who is so just, 4272|I hardly ever feel his presence near; 4272|My home is with Him, and in His heart 4272|I kneel, and praise Him, and incline 4272|Unto His love as unto my Lord. 4272|God is not pleased with my poor world, 4272|As with a cloud or cloudlet. When 4272|His eyes see it, his heart sees it too; 4272|For 'twas the love He took from me, 4272|As I with my poor world left it for Thee. 4272|Not for vain or worthless things I fear, 4272|And the world can bear what things it must, 4272|Yet love's sweet peace would love make mated 4272|With the sorrow of this small, dim earth. 4272|Wherefore, if e'er to me like thee 4272|A soul from thy poor world may come, 4272|My soul with the same must love thee, 4272|For that dear love is like the air 4272|Thick ======================================== SAMPLE 18340 ======================================== 1287|"To a man of my condition, with the utmost of his art, 1287|I dare boast myself a master in that charming art. 1287|'Tis a lesson I know well, and 'tis a pleasant one, too, 1287|For if my tricks and games can ne'er be taught by a man, 1287|Then I'll teach you, when I teach you, and I'll prove you the thing!" 1287|With the end of the rope I was loosed, 1287|And I was free again 1287|As the morning sun, which now descended, with a thirst for action 1287|With a heart of pleasure, of health and vigour, 1287|And my body, too, having learned to be still, 1287|I was led to the bench and, bending, there I sat, 1287|At the end of a rope, 1287|With a smile of joy on my lips, in the midst of the crowd; 1287|And I was received back to the bench with the utmost 1287|Of my labour and joy too. 1287|A word for the spiritless men 1287|Like the fabled deer, 1287|And a thought for the man who lacks sense, 1287|And a lesson for the man-- 1287|For all who live for wealth, 1287|But have one aim in view, 1287|And one aim on earth.-- 1287|But, if you ask me, 1287|Can I teach you, 1287|Whom a man with a heart 1287|May choose to cherish? 1287|I will give you the right 1287|To choose the man 1287|Whom the hands of a friend may protect, 1287|Whom an aged friend may cherish, 1287|Whom you may choose to cherish. 1287|If you know, dear Lord, 1287|In a loving way 1287|How my heart is heavy, 1287|By that light 1287|I will give you! 1287|I have read in the works of all great souls 1287|The wisdom of a sinner; and it is plain, 1287|We have made of ourselves a slave, and a king, 1287|The laughing-stock of all the world! And I see 1287|That all the rest our ways are in this mould, 1287|As we tread life's dusty path 1287|Through life's little affairs, 1287|Till we have learned our little part in each, 1287|And in each other are mastership of all. 1287|But men will think they have taken to the ways 1287|Of learning and wisdom, when they never learn 1287|What is wise and learned. They only see 1287|Flowers in the flowers, and a flower in the flower. 1287|If there be one of the world's sons, or one, 1287|That ever on earth has trod 1287|The common life, let him teach it who can; 1287|For we, our teacher, can, 1287|Our teacher, can teach it! Then the world 1287|Will still be fair to all, 1287|And each man will find 1287|Himself more blest by day, 1287|By evening, more contented by his rest. 1287|When life is but a dream, 1287|And heart and eye grow blind, 1287|With all our learning and thought, O then-- 1287|And then our days are long, 1287|And the world still be fair to all, 1287|And yet for us in turn most fair; 1287|For what are all the fairies' smiles, 1287|If smiles are none for us within the gates 1287|Of Paradise? 1287|I see the mazes of the days 1287|In the midst of the garden fair, 1287|As in a glass the shadow falls, 1287|Whilst the water still is seen therein, 1287|And the sun shines out; 1287|And the light of these my day's enterprises 1287|Shines on my love of her, each succeeding day 1287|Till I see her grow 1287|In her own purer perfection, like its moon 1287|In the sky; 1287|And the same dreams of yesterday 1287|Shine on my life to-day, 1287|And the dreams not thus ======================================== SAMPLE 18350 ======================================== 15370|Is a very good one, but a very bad one too! 15370|The first is the thing that any reader will admire, 15370|To think of a dog running after a man-- 15370|As if he had only a foot and a leg, 15370|You will, perhaps, think that a human being! 15370|The second is simply to say, what a man is,-- 15370|That we all must do what the dog can't do! 15370|If, as a whole, the dog was so treated-- 15370|And I must base my judgment on the dog! 15370|(There's a third that could make any judge a saint-- 15370|A dog after a man who's never a bore!) 15370|The dog was a human being when he went, 15370|And the man had a dog when he went to Hell! 15370|If you look at them both together, 15370|As I write them here on your desk, 15370|How beautiful a thing it will be 15370|With their souls on your shoulder. 15370|They've won the race, you see-- 15370|For you've taken all the blame-- 15370|You've always been the best! 15370|I wonder, when all your life 15370|You've not had much to say 15370|Of one or two girls that are fair, 15370|Or have dreamed of some brighter one 15370|Who has never been your bride? 15370|I tell this to all the girls, 15370|Who've always been our foes-- 15370|You've always been the best! 15370|I've told it to all the men-- 15370|You've always been a scolder-- 15370|You're a dreadful dog that's a scolder! 15370|And it's no use trying to make you temper, 15370|You're a dreadful dog that's a scolder! 15370|You're a dreadful dog that's a monster, 15370|And a dog at the same time! 15370|I tell you that no one will blame you if 15370|You're a dog that's a monster and a scolder, 15370|And a dog at the same time. 15370|You're a dreadful dog that's a monster, 15370|And a dreadful dog at the same time! 15370|At the first word the red was bright, 15370|But as the hour wore on 15370|The crimson stain became more dark and more dark, 15370|The dog was blacker at last. 15370|She was a dear dog, and she was very dear, 15370|The way she had been given; 15370|There was no one in the house 15370|But thought her sweet as sweet could be. 15370|The way she had been given 15370|The way that they ate the pie, 15370|The way they ate a pie-- 15370|How I wish I had her-- 15370|She was as sweet as any pye! 15370|But she had been taught how to eat her food 15370|So that, if she saw her food 15370|She would come to her own again. 15370|She went through the garden very softly, 15370|As if she were going to sleep; 15370|And she lay in the bed, 15370|As you would think to do_. 15370|When she came in, all the beds were spread, 15370|And a little puppy lay; 15370|And I heard her quiet feet, 15370|As they lightly brushed the floor. 15370|She brushed her little head, 15370|And she looked around, and I thought, "Oh! 15370|There's something in the air"; 15370|But she merely raised her head 15370|And the red blood seemed to glisten. 15370|You could hear her little throat 15370|As she spoke, and I was so startled, 15370|And I felt so awful sick, 15370|At the sweet way that she spoke!-- 15370|And I knew that she was dying! 15370|A little puppy lay 15370|Where the house was of the best, 15370|A blue pillow on her head. 15370|"When you were a dog I thought all life 15370|Should have passed away so swiftly!" 15370|The little puppy spoke, 15370|And she sighed ======================================== SAMPLE 18360 ======================================== 17190|And from those cruel strokes, a thousand streams of life-blood flow. 17190|When they came here, and heard the sound 17190|Of her sweet harp's melodious lay, 17190|There sat they silent all the night, 17190|And when the sudden dawn arising 17190|Appeared, they from the town retired, 17190|And left their harpings on the lay, 17190|And homeward to the village rode. 17190|Then first the tears did Juliet weep, 17190|So much the pang it had; 17190|And all his countrymen were pained, 17190|Since Camilla was their foe. 17190|But soon at Boulogne they retire, 17190|And there with ease are rid; 17190|There the brave Abbots and Benedictine, 17190|With all that convent can furnish, 17190|While Camilla in pursuit 17190|Slighted the warriors of the Moor. 17190|The Abbess, when she saw these knights, 17190|Herself in sadness felt, 17190|Her bosom swell'd by pity's sobs; 17190|And thus much, but with much skill, 17190|She taught them holy lore, 17190|And how salvation flows from Heaven; 17190|How from the sinless pair, 17190|Both saved from Hell and sinless blest, 17190|The Arrogant one his bride: 17190|How from the blessed pair, 17190|The Blest both on their bridegroom and from Hell, 17190|The Arrogant one, and damned too; 17190|And all the woes of gallant France 17190|For that great war begun; 17190|And how their hopes were bent, 17190|As on they rode to drive the foe, 17190|And find the Arrogant one; 17190|Yet that he was not driven wholly forth, 17190|But with strong bands of followers 17190|Staggered 'twixt town and town, 17190|Till all the mountains round were bound 17190|By him, the hardy one: 17190|How the Arrogant then 17190|Pressed on his way: all day he strode, 17190|And when the sun was set, 17190|The great and gallant Norman, he 17190|Whom that day a name became, 17190|Took leave of Paris and his land, 17190|And to the palace went. 17190|He with his people there, 17190|And yet a royal knight, 17190|Was in a palace grand, 17190|Whose walls did bear his name. 17190|And first, a banquet he had there 17190|Of choice, with platters wrought, 17190|And silver forks in plenty, 17190|Of which the food was wrought. 17190|A dozen or more dames, 17190|And many a youthful lord, 17190|Of Paris' house, were there: 17190|Such lasses, young and fair, 17190|And maids as mild and fair, 17190|Had not the power to please, 17190|For in such fine delights they sat: 17190|A courtier and a knave, 17190|Or else a courtier or a knave, 17190|Was ever known to that fair hall, 17190|The fair and stately Palace deux, 17190|There sat a lord, Sir John, 17190|The king of the most wealthy land, 17190|And might be called the king of all: 17190|His mantle was of sack cloth, 17190|Of sack cloth of purple rare, 17190|And on his head was a coronet, 17190|Of a blue, and purple colour; 17190|His sword was of double steel, 17190|A weapon in raremoue sent, 17190|Of double steel was it forged, 17190|For the crown o' the Queen of the East, 17190|That on her head should abide: 17190|Her helm, was of triple stone, 17190|And was of rarest workmanship: 17190|The brim was white, but the crest high-clomb, 17190|And the crowning, girt with a sapling, 17190|Owethaine were her head and hands. 17190|And he that ======================================== SAMPLE 18370 ======================================== 3160|I saw the goddess, radiant in her robe 3160|The flowing kerchief, vest, and sparkling eye 3160|Of her beloved. He by the hands was led, 3160|And there a grove he found, of boughs around, 3160|A fruitful turf that round the grove descend'd. 3160|The goddess, in the leafy shady shades, 3160|Stood smoking with dry flowers, and fill'd with fruit, 3160|Swore never by the trees, but on his breast 3160|She breathed a pious vow, that nymph should be 3160|The sole attendant to his bed of death. 3160|To whom the god: "O queen, in all thy power, 3160|To thee I dedicate my captive years, 3160|Now spent by heaven, to her, my spouse, I give 3160|The days of my redemption that are flown: 3160|And all that I of thee, of this my bride, 3160|Have said or can is sworn to me for thee. 3160|That the young warrior's vow thy virtue keeps 3160|With all my soul, O gentle lady, leave! 3160|And if, perchance, the goddess, from my side 3160|Should turn, to tread her footsteps here below, 3160|Then shall thy lover's vengeance I repell, 3160|And to the doom the law decrees be meed; 3160|For the gods never punish those who live 3160|The widow to her lord would grieve a grave." 3160|The trembling maid, she felt the awful oath; 3160|Her flowing kerchief, vest, and sparkling eyes 3160|Shed terror to the god, and all her limbs 3160|With horror shook. Loud shriek she exclaim'd; 3160|The god her pining arms essay'd to clasp, 3160|But in the clasp new strength appear'd to rise, 3160|And thus with tears in accents kind she spoke: 3160|"O Jove, to thee I bend my willing way, 3160|And bid thee save! If in your arms I lay, 3160|The maid, poor widow, shall be free from woe; 3160|But if the fates condemn me here to die, 3160|Then thou this day unclose thy arms to me, 3160|And with thy care unmeriting my love, 3160|To Telemachus my cruel doom restore, 3160|Or cast me hence with all in mortal clay!" 3160|The virgin-mother, in new-woke heart, 3160|Instant with all the pain she could relate, 3160|To her Telemachus exclaimed, with tears: 3160|"Hast thou forgot the time, the day we swore? 3160|And did I swear by all that made my heart 3160|To rend my lord, and rend his faithless friend 3160|The same the hour I died? The oath's fulfilled 3160|The fates prevent, nor life my limbs sustain; 3160|Unfit a foe to give me aid to ne'er, 3160|Since first the godlike mortal sent his dart. 3160|But yet in this, the hour of all their need, 3160|The mighty man of woes unmeasured came; 3160|But will I soon that fatal hour be there? 3160|Oh that my manly breast some mortal breast 3160|Could feel Ulysses' arm, and raise my hand! 3160|No less I sigh for other hands than mine, 3160|And other hands than those of mighty fame, 3160|Till I attain'd this happy period now 3160|To claim a life, that I may mourn my lot; 3160|But now this dire decree no refuge gives, 3160|My soul is roused, my limbs to act demands. 3160|My days in earth are past; a godlike mind 3160|Has rule; a godlike man, the sovereign here; 3160|So should we all, a glorious death no less 3160|For all, my country and my lord were mine. 3160|But then, if to the shades Pallas send, 3160|Yet is my soul's estate and power resigned; 3160|Yet all in vain, to rise to everlasting fame, 3160|My hapless life in wretched dust is o'er! 3160|The gods to all and mine I grant allegiance; 3160| ======================================== SAMPLE 18380 ======================================== 1365|The people's voice is a cry 1365|To the heart of the wilderness. 1365|We are here together! 1365|The river is still. The sea is calm, 1365|The winds are on the waters borne. 1365|The leaves of the autumn tree still rustle; 1365|The stars are hidden, silent; 1365|This is the first of April! 1365|O to go forth, to rise on the crest, 1365|And with the song of the birds, 1365|To breathe the fresh air, and to roam 1365|Away from here, and with the sea, 1365|In the wild green world where the seasons change! 1365|With the wild birds, with the sea-birds, 1365|The whole creation obeys me. 1365|It is summer in the valley. 1365|A flood of bright June dawn fills up 1365|The world, and the land is full of lutes, 1365|And in the light cloud forests of roses. 1365|And the air is full of melody, 1365|And the water sings, and the wind-totems swing. 1365|O to go forth, to rise and sing on the crest, 1365|To breathe and to sail on the waters of light! 1365|A light is the old house, 1365|With the windows and door-step 1365|Blow from the window and light, 1365|And open from the door. 1365|I open my window 1365|To the windows above us, 1365|And on the wall we see, 1365|And the blue and green and yellow wall and roof, 1365|And the little window with the knob, 1365|Here is my bed, here are my clothes, 1365|And the mirror, and the paper, 1365|And the lamp, and the rose, 1365|And the candle, and the bed-- 1365|Open the windows, I say, 1365|Blow the light, draw the paper, 1365|And look up, and dream as I 1365|Dream in another room. 1365|The walls are all dark, 1365|But the blue and green and yellow wall and roof, 1365|And the little window with the knob, 1365|And the bright black lamp, 1365|And the candle, and the bed, 1365|And the mirror, and the paper, 1365|And the lamp are still awake. 1365|Sleep, sleep, my little one! 1365|All night long you slept, 1365|In bed, in the corner 1365|You lay, with your eyelids 1365|Blink so bright and clear, 1365|In your dream now sleep. 1365|O dream of rest! 1365|Sleep, sleep, my little one! 1365|All night long you did dream, 1365|And saw what you loved so, 1365|In your dream right now sleep. 1365|Sleep, Sleep, my little one, 1365|On the breast of night, 1365|And all the sleeping of the children of the dawn! 1365|The night is over, and I watch my little one 1365|In the corner, where the leaves are all asleep 1365|At the edge of the garden. And I hear him now 1365|In the wind and the sunshine. And I think of him 1365|In twilight, as I sit by the window, 1365|And my heart is glad. 1365|Dear dreams, is it you! Dear dreams, are you in the heart, 1365|O little one sitting there with your eyelids close, 1365|In the cool of the morning? And is it you?-- 1365|No, no, no! 1365|What is your thought? 1365|You laugh, and run, and lie upon the soft grass. 1365|Then, like a rabbit, out of darkness, 1365|Out of the shadow, I hear you laugh! 1365|A little child with laughing eyes, 1365|With cheeks of crimson, sleepy cheek, 1365|What shall we do for lunch? 1365|For if you eat not, dear, soon we shall have to go to school. 1365|Away; and we shall go to school; 1365|And there shall be a little yellow dog, 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 18390 ======================================== 3026|He was a kind of a man 3026|Not to me for the love of the world, 3026|But for the world's sake. If I found there! 3026|He'd be in a box. You wouldn't care! 3026|He never would hurt me; I said it, 3026|But the thought of it made my eyes water. 3026|He'd give me his coat. I'd like it--but I'd get a different coat. 3026|I'd give him a sword. I'd like it; but I'd want it back at once: 3026|It might be dangerous to hold it in the dark of night. 3026|You've been a pretty boy all your life long enough-- 3026|Don't you suppose it's wrong to rebel now? 3026|You never fought any battles for me. 3026|I didn't fight--I got up in the dark 3026|And watched you men; and I think now I'm older 3026|I should've been fighting, not watching. 3026|And then there's the fact again--you never fought for me, 3026|Do you see? And yet I suppose 3026|It wasn't very often you got into action, 3026|But you would've been glad if you could have fought. 3026|It wasn't very often I got a chance to fight. 3026|But I never was much at fault for you not being there." 3026|The mother came down again, 3026|And her hair was wet with the baby's sleep. 3026|She knelt by the grave with her hands on her breast, 3026|And her head by the sea turned back, sleepy. 3026|She prayed the sleep that was breaking come on her 3026|And let her hold it. 3026|She was tired. 3026|"I had so much work to do! 3026|I had to tell them 3026|There was a bed for you 3026|And a place to sleep. 3026|"I had to think of all the little things 3026|I could give you; 3026|I had to do my best. I had to think 3026|Of how you'd be glad. 3026|"I thought how you'd be glad of me, too. 3026|(This made her cry.) I had to think: 3026|"I had a choice, and I let it slip 3026|To let you go. 3026|"And now--I am sorry. I was glad 3026|Until that day, 3026|When you came back! You couldn't come back. 3026|You couldn't come back no more. 3026|"And you wouldn't be happy every night, 3026|And you wouldn't be happy every day. 3026|I couldn't think of any fair thing-- 3026|Anything but fighting or going to sleep. 3026|You had to fight: you had to sleep: 3026|You couldn't give up and go to sleep 3026|I let you do." 3026|She didn't lie there 3026|Tired and silent. She'd been so tired, 3026|She couldn't say anything any more. 3026|She lay there dreaming, when suddenly 3026|An old, old voice came in between. 3026|"You never told I'd come to keep you from worry, 3026|But you don't want any sleep until you are a man, 3026|Any more than I want any sleep. 3026|You want it all before you go away. 3026|No more at all--and no less." 3026|The mother looked like death 3026|At having to hear that voice. 3026|She let the old voice speak again. 3026|"I wish you wouldn't. You should have been glad 3026|When I was twenty-one, 3026|When you started out and you didn't mind 3026|Being done with school. You must have been happy. 3026|If you hadn't been glad, I hadn't been sorry-- 3026|I might have been glad to have been angry with you. 3026|I could have let you be angry! 3026|You had to think of the future you had to play out. 3026|It wasn't so hard when I was laughing and joking, 3026|When you never had to worry about your work and so-- 3026|You could have ======================================== SAMPLE 18400 ======================================== 1211|But, being born late, 1211|I have so much to grieve mysel': 1211|Thus I will give you o'ercome, 1211|And so you wou'd have me be, 1211|Which if I were to beguile 1211|Unto myself, I cannot chuse. 1211|And in my own defence 1211|I am not fit, that any one 1211|Should look on me with eyes of hate 1211|And have them wonder when I say 1211|What, dearest love, we cannot do. 1211|For why, if I could see 1211|What we have now, my fond desire 1211|Were to have love again: 1211|For, lo! this morn, at noon, 1211|I will come here 1211|(If love there be such as that 1211|Which doth to love bring to my door 1211|The flower or the wren); 1211|And will bring with me 1211|A supply of snails, 1211|A snail, and some leopards too, 1211|And lice, and the triple sort; 1211|Larks, with their long tails, 1211|And a fat jovial seraph, 1211|And a little bagpipe, 1211|And some bowls, and some old shirts, 1211|And some new ragg'd stuff; 1211|A bag of worms too, 1211|And a bottle of black beer, 1211|And I will pay our love to you. 1211|And if my words should chance to reach you 1211|In any way, in a wrong or in a wise, 1211|Do not so much as ask it of yourself, 1211|But with a smile say, 'Dear Sir, have I said 1211|That you are kind?'--then go home again. 1211|And in a single fall of the eyes 1211|Trust neither man nor woman; 1211|Their matchless loveliness 1211|Can ne'er be equalled: 1211|The fairest sight on earth 1211|Is when two hearts meet, 1211|For then the heart melts 1211|As other hearts do. 1211|A lily white and pale, 1211|Whose leaves seem to be a ghostly glade; 1211|Where oft I have stealthy crept, 1211|And hid the diamonds therein, 1211|Of which there was so many, some 1211|Were rare, and some not so. 1211|But now the white and pale 1211|With all their diamonds meet, 1211|Which upon me do shine 1211|As of their own light. 1211|Thicker than drops of rain, 1211|She stooped, and in her glazèd lashes 1211|Had thrown a lock of pearls: 1211|I felt it, as though some mighty Power 1211|Had blessed this mimic wound: 1211|It was so pearllike white 1211|I thought my eyes might drink it up, 1211|And never weep too soon. 1211|One Lip's use has been made 1211|Of many Lips, some used, some unused; 1211|Some to some use have seemed, 1211|Some only seemed to me. 1211|The first Lip only lent 1211|To Love's friend an empty tray; 1211|The next only lent some grist, 1211|To drive my Envy's wheel; 1211|But, full and puissant made, 1211|The latter, being all, I gave. 1211|How many Lips have made 1211|My Love a beauty so? 1211|The first Lip only lent 1211|My Love an empty tray; 1211|The next only lent some grist, 1211|To drive my Envy's wheel; 1211|But, full and puissant made, 1211|The latter, being all, I gave. 1211|The first Lip has a mind 1211|That no one else can claim; 1211|The second has a heart 1211|Which none else can love; 1211|And the third--oh, how could she, 1211|Loved by such a Lover, live? 1211|That heart was thine from me, 1211|Take heed thou ======================================== SAMPLE 18410 ======================================== 5185|Kilmeny found no way to pass, 5185|Laid no foot on rock or tree, 5185|Kilmeny, lass of Manala. 5185|Kilmeny saw a maiden sleeping, 5185|Hastened to her side and kissed her; 5185|And the maiden, maid of beauty, 5185|Spake these words when she had spoken: 5185|"Who art thou of chief or burgher, 5185|From what high place come thou billow-wise, 5185|From what low spot, on what shore? 5185|If thou art some evil genius, 5185|Some fortune-teller, evil witch-devil, 5185|If, indeed, thou art not Kilmeny, 5185|Thou that talkest evil of the people, 5185|Hast thou ever sailed the water 5185|From the isle of Lempo, river 5185|On the blue-back of ocean? 5185|If no man perchance hast said thee, 5185|Not the best in the tribe has said thee, 5185|Not the fairest among them all, 5185|Yet thou art, hero, born beneath 5185|Lempo's burning heats, beneath 5185|Underneath the snowy-ridden 5185|Petrified body of the north-wind, 5185|Underneath the thunder-jets; 5185|Therefore do I deem thee wise-hearted, 5185|Therefore deem thee innocent-hearted. 5185|I should mourn my wretched brothers, 5185|I should mourn my hero-wives, 5185|For their loss would cause the summer 5185|To resound from pole to pole, 5185|Every living thing to move and feel 5185|With universal sadness, 5185|Every living thing to shudder 5185|At its very nectar and its sweetness." 5185|Spake the-village-mayennee: 5185|"Since thou comest hither uninformed, 5185|Now indeed I know thy birth-place, 5185|Know where thou wert brought up and nurtured. 5185|Tell me, how came thou ashore in Pohya, 5185|How arrived thee in Pohyola?" 5185|Louhi, hostess of the Northland, 5185|Gave these words of ancient wisdom: 5185|"Know I well Pohyola's child-guide, 5185|Comes to woo me with his counsel. 5185|Six he seizes, tells his story, 5185|Sets them by his side in order; 5185|Sends his hand to bind the seven, 5185|Ere the damsel can remove them; 5185|Eight the heroes hold in slavery, 5185|Nine the damsels we predict, 5185|Ten the heroes in the chambers, 5185|All the youths and all the maidens, 5185|All the maids of beauty seized; 5185|Justifies these six and seven brothers, 5185|Presents them in his see-saw-shop, 5185|Finds one small, yet so compared 5185|To the six and nine above it, 5185|That the old man grumbles within him: 5185|'What if these were twins in stature, 5185|If these were three daughters born, 5185|Gave they breasts of breasts like other women, 5185|Should not have breasts resembling ours, 5185|And should all be blessed in being?' 5185|"At the age of three my brothers, 5185|Age of four sisters, aged five, 5185|Lived as heroes in their neighborhood; 5185|Not for one, or for two, or three 5185|Cities have they been quartered, 5185|Not for twenty rooms in chief-house, 5185|Not for twenty rooms in apartments. 5185|"In the village, there my brothers 5185|Work like hands in Manala; 5185|Clean they work, as hands of massaging, 5185|Beat the scrub and scrub the flooring, 5185|Beat the walls and scrub the walls down, 5185|Beat the beams and scrub the braces, 5185|Beat the ribs of long-board sledges, 5185|Beat the back of hauls of fur, 5185|Beat the ribs of the oxen Samoies, 5185|And the tails ======================================== SAMPLE 18420 ======================================== 937|"No! And as long as I live, no!" 937|I say, and I love me well! 937|(It's Okeechobee, sweet March day.) 937|It's a little wood -- and I'll come to it, 937|I shall come soon; 937|I'll come to the ooze-pocked oaks, 937|The ooze-pocked oaks -- 937|The ooze-pocked oaks of the wood, 937|The ooze-pocked oaks! 937|'Tis a long, long way to the ooze-pocked oaks, -- 937|It's a long, long way to the ooze-pocked oaks, 937|It's a long, long way -- 937|And so, when I come to the ooze-pocked oaks, 937|I shall come just in time. 937|Okeechobee sits in a nest, 937|Sits in the dark; 937|When he wakes, is the first thing 937|That he does; 937|But the owlet that is in his nest 937|Is not afraid. 937|The ooze-pocked oaks 937|Have naught to fear, 937|They are very small in the nest -- 937|It seems large; 937|But it's quite untrue! 937|The nest of the owlet 937|Is very small -- it's only a mouse; 937|It has but one eye; 937|But 'tis not large or small -- 937|'Tis only just so. 937|As the light is not strong in the forest, 937|As the water's not deep, 937|And the shadows will not cover the oaks, 937|If a boy goes to that way, 937|And the owl is not in his nest, 937|And the shadows will not cover the oaks, 937|So at dawn, when the owlet is not in, 937|And the shadows will not cover the oaks, 937|I'll go to the ooze-pocked oaks -- 937|Ooze-pocked oaks of the wood, 937|Ooze-pocked oaks of the wood, 937|I'll seek o'er the ooze, and the shadows will cover 937|The child just as well as the water. 937|There are oooze-pocked oaks of the wood, 937|There are ooze-pocked oaks of the wood, 937|And if they never cover a boy 937|When he goes to his nest; 937|He will never know 937|The fear of the shadows anywhere; 937|And the owlet will not see, 937|Through the little darkness, the boy of his home; 937|And he will never come back, 937|From the ooze, 937|Or the darkness, or back into the wood -- 937|Oooze-pocked oaks of the wood, 937|Ooze-pocked oaks of the wood, 937|Unto which they have been hidden. 937|Okeechobee, Okeechobee, 937|Come unto me! Come, come, 937|O and out of the ooze. O! 937|Leave everything else to chance, 937|And go with the ooze. 937|Why do you hurry? 937|The owlet is in his nest. 937|Come, come, come toward the trees, 937|And he will catch you. Oh! 937|Come along! It is getting late. 937|And how to escape? 937|Leave the ooze alone. 937|Give it the power to hurt you. 937|Leave the darkness alone. 937|Leave the trees alone. 937|Leave a little of anything; 937|All the rest is not for you. 937|Leave the little trees, 937|Leave the trees alone. 937|Leave the birds. 937|All they are here to play; 937|Leave them alone. 937|Leave me ======================================== SAMPLE 18430 ======================================== 2678|When the moon was near eclipse, 2678|And the clock struck twelve, 2678|And the air was filled with strange sounds 2678|And voices high and hoarse, 2678|We hurried up the mountain side, 2678|To hide our tears and sighs; 2678|There was no shelter from the snow 2678|On that desolate day. 2678|But the good Lord knows who stole 2678|That lonely stream from us-- 2678|For the rose-leaves clinging to its base 2678|Show a scarlet base; 2678|And its stems have held a thief 2678|Since that night of night in November, 2678|When we heard his frightened pursuer 2678|Ramp, gallop, gallop away. 2678|And that night the good Lord knew the place, 2678|For the moon shone bright and full, 2678|And he heard the thief's frightened pursuer 2678|Ramp, gallop, gallop away. 2678|I met a lover upon the Coblent 2678|At midnight in the autumn, 2678|And he held his hand out to me and said, 2678|"You remember, do you not?" 2678|I said, "Yes, I do, father." 2678|He took it and kissed it and held out his hand 2678|As if he said, "I care for you." 2678|"You remember," said I, "what I said to you 2678|On the cobbled stairs inside?" 2678|"Yes, I do, mother." 2678|"I met a lover upon the Coblent 2678|By night, 2678|And--he held out his hand to me and said, 2678|"You remember, do you not?" 2678|"You remember," said I, "what you said to me 2678|When the moon was almost at the full?" 2678|"Yes, I do, mother." 2678|"I met a lover upon the Coblent 2678|I sat by night, 2678|And--he held out his hand to me and said, 2678|"You remember, do you not?" 2678|"You remember," said I, "what you said to me 2678|While the streets were all still?" 2678|"Yes, I do, mother." 2678|"I met a tear upon the Coblent 2678|As the moon went by; 2678|I thought the moon had come to be the moon 2678|That glistens in your eye." 2678|"You remember," I said, "what you said to me 2678|When the moon was nearly gone?" 2678|"Yes, you remember," I said, "what you said to me 2678|Beneath the moon?" 2678|"You remember," said I, "what you said to me 2678|When it was almost mid-day?" 2678|"You remember, mother?" 2678|Why do you bring a ghost in the night? 2678|Or why bring him when the light is dead? 2678|I never knew a corpse so drear 2678|As he you have brought. 2678|Why do you bring him when the light is dead? 2678|Well, if it isn't just as well to bury 2678|A dream of yesterday! 2678|I remember things that used to be, 2678|Beside a spring that ran down the side of a hill. 2678|Roundabout there was nothing to see; 2678|Beyond the green hill-top the trees were low, 2678|About the corner lumps of green grass were set, 2678|Two eyes looked out from them into your face, 2678|You smiled at me with your hidden light, 2678|And spoke to me as you would a friend, 2678|And took my hand and went into the night; 2678|Then went into the night as usual. 2678|The dead things have no power but to sleep, 2678|To dream, and not to wake, they say; 2678|But I have seen their eyes, and they are dead: 2678|They never can see the living. 2678|And there's no use in looking or crying, 2678|For it's very plain who are we, 2678|Though all may read in the skies who are not, 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 18440 ======================================== 35479|The sea hath a voice--we hear it now. 35479|The sea hath a voice, and men must hear 35479|That ocean's voice which echoes thru each shore 35479|From mountain to the forest--we must see 35479|That voice and answer to it--'tis we! 35479|Our own flag, our own land, our own flag 35479|The storm hath raised, all storms must come to an end. 35479|For thee, O Freedom, our freedom's bourn, 35479|And thy far hills shall hear the coming bourn 35479|And thy white plains shall know the coming bourn; 35479|No storm so great shall ever plow in vain, 35479|And thine is the land, and thou the banner-- 35479|Our land, the banner, the hope of all-- 35479|The flag, the banner, the pride of all, 35479|The right. 35479|The right of our fathers and his word-- 35479|So should we fight bravely and well, 35479|The right! 35479|The right of our fathers and his fame-- 35479|To us they are right, and we the toun 35479|The right! 35479|Oh, let our hearts be true to our girth 35479|To them shall our bannocks be dear; 35479|For they shall hold up the banner 35479|In its pride to the coming day; 35479|They shall wave with their hand when the war-tide 35479|Shall have passed away; 35479|For our sires and their fathers, 35479|And their sons, 35479|The sires and the sons of the nation 35479|The right! 35479|The right of our sons to keep the land, 35479|To keep our land--as it was when they came here. 35479|Give them each their rifle! 35479|Their hearts we will not yield--aye, not as our daughters will do! 35479|We will not make a covenant with our sires, 35479|We will not make a pledge with our wives-- 35479|But this we will give, and pledge it with our hands, 35479|And give our hearts that we will fight to and fight for you! 35479|And you shall go forth, with the men of your fathers, 35479|And you shall keep the right on the sea and shore, 35479|Aye, while the right shall last and the brave shall rise, 35479|In the brave days the right shall stand with the right! 35479|The right! 35479|Oh, the right of our fathers, the right of our sons! 35479|It shall stay with our children's children. 35479|Till the right shall pass away--aye, not as our daddies will do! 35479|And we will keep it forever--aye, till you see it fade! 35479|So the right we shall pledge unto our harts--ay, pledge it with our hearts 35479|And pledge it with our hands! 35479|There's a right of birth, and right of kin, 35479|The right to wealth, the right of place; 35479|But it's the right of money, and the right of speed 35479|I like, and I care, and I fight! 35479|But I'll fight, if need be, for our right, 35479|The right of life--the right of bread; 35479|And I'll die, if need be, for the right 35479|Of freedom--from those that would debase 35479|The right of living, the right of God. 35479|From all the ways we see around us 35479|We will raise the standard of the right, 35479|Till death shall leave us none the wiser 35479|But right, and righting the wrong. 35479|Our country's right, the right of all, 35479|Though there's a right of birth some hold, 35479|The right to wealth, the right of place, 35479|The right of money, and the right of speed, 35479|As all their rules we'll keep; 35479|Our country's right, the right of all, 35479|They claim as right, for right of birth 35479|That which God hath made, the right to wealth-- 35479|For all is right--for bread, and liberty, 35479|And ======================================== SAMPLE 18450 ======================================== 5185|Shall we bring about the end of woes 5185|By our united efforts." 5185|Lemminkainen asks what comes of it, 5185|Why this mischief does not cease? 5185|Then again the ancient minstrel 5185|Tells Kirino's troublesome tale, 5185|Of the evils and perils of Northland, 5185|And the end that shall be wrought by southward. 5185|Lemminkainen asks what comes of it. 5185|Kirino tells the wondrous tale, 5185|And the end that shall be wrought by eastward 5185|By the mermaids of the sea-shore. 5185|Lemminkainen asks what comes of it, 5185|And what brings good news to him; 5185|Then he tells the wondrous marvel 5185|That shall end this war of China; 5185|And the wondrous end that shall be wrought 5185|By the magic of his singing. 5185|Thereupon the ancient minstrel 5185|Gives his orders to his troops, 5185|Sends his warriors forth on errands 5185|To the thousand islands three, 5185|Sends them on their way to Suomi, 5185|To the small isle Kalevala, 5185|There to gain the magic Sampo, 5185|From the stone whereon it rests, 5185|From the spot that all have guessed it; 5185|Thus he tells the wondrous story 5185|Of the wondrous Sampo's interior. 5185|Then the ancient Louhi asks him, 5185|Mourns and says the wondrous things he 5185|Had revealed to Lemminkainen: 5185|"Faithful guide, who couldst foil a fiend! 5185|Daughter of Ocean, ever pure, 5185|Thou that didst thy wisdom show us, 5185|Infinity restored to mortals! 5185|When thy magic song I heard thee, 5185|Never did I think that land could 5185|Have a fiend to hold its prisoners! 5185|But the truth I now declare thee, 5185|Tell the truth about the Sampo, 5185|Tell the marvel that thou hast seen it; 5185|Tell me how thou foundest creating, 5185|Whither hast been sent to get it, 5185|Whither fell'st thou by necessity?" 5185|Spake the mysterious Lemminkainen: 5185|"Let a hero ask of whate'er 5185|Hath the land of Tuoni ferred, 5185|Truth be told before the people; 5185|I have sailed beyond the southern 5185|Wave in time for Kalevala!" 5185|Louhi, hostess of Mana, answered: 5185|"I will give thee good entertainment, 5185|Gift enough to entertain a hero, 5185|Have a banquet for the old woman, 5185|Which she does not refuse to give her." 5185|Anchor of her vineyard said, 5185|"I will bring it to the vineyard, 5185|Bring the magic Sampo hither, 5185|Wash the fair one to its color." 5185|Then the daughter of Tuoni, 5185|The old magician's daughter, 5185|Went to bring the Sampo, 5185|Brought the magic Sampo home, 5185|To the haunts of Lemminkainen, 5185|In the court-yard of his father. 5185|When the wonder-furniture 5185|Of her husband had been gathered, 5185|Then she went to offer it, 5185|On the altar of Pearl-Feet. 5185|In the fire she laid the Sampo, 5185|While she chanted devoutly, 5185|Whom the ghost-folk he banished, 5185|Blind from childhood to the age of childhood, 5185|From the age of manhood to the fifteenth year, 5185|Till she made him whole again as one 5185|From the dust of death released. 5185|Then she sang a sacred hymn, 5185|Sang her brother, too, a worthy brother, 5185|On the altar of Pearl-Feet, 5185|On the hill of magic stone; 5185| ======================================== SAMPLE 18460 ======================================== 1280|And, as a man of letters, she understood the way to do. 1280|And then we went to the South and the West and the East. 1280|You see where I was for a time to believe that she was true: 1280|Trying in vain, it seemed, the more to give her strength to stand. 1280|And then she suddenly became the truth--the woman she had been, 1280|And would not go anywhere to give me any trouble. 1280|I could have loved her through all this--she was the only one, 1280|But she was so wonderful to me, I wanted her to be true. 1280|Then my whole being fell to my breast, and I was a man no more, 1280|For I knew that she had heard, had seen the truth, and had been 1280|God made her the woman--and I let her go. 1280|A FEW years gone by and I am still a man or rather a child, 1280|A priest or a teacher or lawyer or some such person.-- 1280|Or I've been so,--but no one believes that I'm the same. 1280|Still with the same faith in God, and the same faith in myself-- 1280|Only I know what's true and what's untrue, what's what to be thankful for, 1280|And what to seek. 1280|But not until you get there, and then you are the same, I guess. 1280|Some day when I've finished with myself, when I've given myself up 1280|God then will begrudge me a part of the work. 1280|You want the heart, and I am ready to teach you the secrets. 1280|My heart is all of a feeling, you ought to understand that, 1280|The joy of loving and the cry of joy for knowing things that 1280|have not yet come--as I say. 1280|It is my gift 1280|To take a little child and crush it, if I may be so bold about it. 1280|And I'd give the life, the whole being of it, and yet I could not 1280|stir this little child. 1280|We sat in the same circle and the same music, and no one wanted it. 1280|It was a joy to be in eternity with the best in the universe. 1280|It makes the life I lived, the joy of being with God the Master 1280|It is like the old churchyards, and like you and I and other folk 1280|All are like that,--like the great old churchyards that are in the 1280|country. 1280|Then I am a dogmatist and you are a dogmatic one, and we talk 1280|about the soul, are in heaven, and what the soul is and why it 1280|It is all of a breath and we have to laugh as we learn of God. 1280|And then when I come to the truth, then I'll not say the truth in 1280|my heart--nor yet, I think, in the world. 1280|It's like the churchyards in the country, 1280|And like all of us, we gather and all talk all over it. 1280|There's a lot of chatter, and no one wants to say the bare truth. 1280|But I like that. 1280|It's like the old churchyards-- 1280|There's a dogmatic, old-fashioned, huffy religion. 1280|There's not much of it, and the most part it's buried in walls 1280|And we are all of us on our knees in the churchyards, and we beg 1280|Of a truth that's very delicate, which means something else to us 1280|I wish I could teach any of you that I knew just the truth as I 1280|talk to you. 1280|When it's all settled, and the bells stop and the bells begin to ring. 1280|The clock's a boy, and the girl a boy's. 1280|If you're a little tired of the old churchyards, and it's got grown 1280|unfamiliar--and they're doing it anyway--take the trouble to look 1280|For the word in the language of the old parish priest, who's doing all 1280|The words of the priest. 1280|There's a word in every language he utters. And it is the 1280|Word of Christ, which is all ======================================== SAMPLE 18470 ======================================== A thousand tongues I knew, 2679|And two thousand years have been 2679|Between us twain. 2679|But that I never can repeat, 2679|Nor give a reason why; 2679|I know that one, I know it well, 2679|Never is friendly with thee. 2679|The other knows it, but can't tell 2679|Who it is, or whence it is: 2679|He'll never be kind to me 2679|Or to my friend, he and his-- 2679|"But," says I, "your nature says I 2679|May be more afraid of you." 2679|Well, if that's the case, 'tis strange 2679|I do not fear you still more. 2679|One little hour, and I quite forget 2679|There's any fear in you. 2679|We see these faces here, as plain 2679|As those we've all known in youth or grief, 2679|Before us on this afternoon: 2679|We've passed them by, and we can look, 2679|And see what we left behind; 2679|The same the poet's memory keeps, 2679|The same the sage's emprise. 2679|The same the moon herself is wax, 2679|The same the stars themselves redeem, 2679|In changing their eternal blue: 2679|And we can only think, our feet 2679|Have scarcely scratched the urban street, 2679|Ere to the music of the night 2679|We have been carried aback! 2679|And we can only think, our eyes 2679|Have hardly cleared the outer blind, 2679|Ere some bright device we know 2679|Has worked our intruders out-- 2679|Some device or object bright 2679|The secret of which we do not know, 2679|Has made the stars our guide! 2679|The lights along our street have shone; 2679|The night has come, and we must go 2679|Advance, for we cannot sleep; 2679|Still onward, forward we must go 2679|If nothing else we know. 2679|Then forward! onward! across 2679|The roofs and parapets broken in 2679|The darkness of the night! 2679|The road is pitchy with no sound 2679|But the falling of feet-- 2679|A ghostly darkness everywhere, 2679|A dull, undying stillness, drear 2679|And drowsy, with a sound of tolls 2679|From loneliest mills and farms, 2679|And distant, distant, daytime calls 2679|From inns of any metropolis, 2679|Or from the streets of every town, 2679|Where men of business come to drink, 2679|Or from the silent villages 2679|Where, day by day in the cold rain falling, 2679|The little children come and go 2679|To look at the stars and look at me. 2679|A sound of thunder is abroad; 2679|The street in dreadful timidity 2679|Presides without order or motion, 2679|And toils with lips that ache and quake, 2679|Till all their anguish melts away, 2679|In a renewed agony. 2679|A throng of passengers is crowded 2679|Upon the coach's bare floor: 2679|'Tis a rare sight, they tell us, 2679|To see the guests and the stranger apart 2679|From the engine's noise and din; 2679|For stranger and passenger, like two demons, 2679|Are struggling, fighting, side by side; 2679|And the engine, still in motion, 2679|Puts up with both. 2679|We're not at all mysterious, 2679|And we don't sound too ghastly, 2679|But we are of a science, 2679|In the light of a recent discovery, 2679|That has been going around, 2679|And can be gathered up and scattered 2679|By me-- 2679|With the help of a lady from the city. 2679|I've heard that tea-tree leaves can make 2679|A pleasant medicine for women; 2679|And that old Indian, Pai Bidi, 2679|Expert as he was wild, 2679|Consumable in tea leaves and birds ======================================== SAMPLE 18480 ======================================== 4332|The air that is like a perfume. 4332|The day is a dream; but the night 4332|Is something that knows me and knows 4332|The world too slowly for its light. 4332|The light that is like a flake of foam 4332|Is as a flame that, far away, 4332|Is a thin and broken cloud. 4332|We are the flicker of a flame 4332|Burning and far away; 4332|A dream that is the light above 4332|And a world that is the sea. 4332|A little boy playing with fire, 4332|We that are the ashes and you that are the stone, 4332|What does it matter? the fire burns out all night long, 4332|But the stone is warm, I know. 4332|Oh it is only the lamp that is burning when 4332|The world is all dark now. 4332|But if I could go back and wake my mother in her 4332|old home to hear the old fire light up again 4332|The old hearth-fires in the shadows 4332|I wonder if she would be so moved 4332|By the new flame and the old. 4332|Who is it that is singing so? 4332|That is the one beside me who sings? 4332|The song is the fire, the flame, the fire and the song. 4332|The world is all light and shadows, 4332|The shadows the fire, the light and the heat. 4332|The fire is a world with me, 4332|The light a world with mine, 4332|The fire the flame, the flame the flame and the song. 4332|If you must come, come soon: what time you come 4332|The fire will burn you, the light will warm you up, 4332|And the flame will make you like a star, 4332|But the stone will leave you with its shadows on it, 4332|And the shadow of the night will wear you to death. 5185|"Come over to me, come over to me, 5185|I would like to hear the great words you are saying." 5185|So the girl that made the forest ring 5185|With sweet voices, beauty and laughter, 5185|Came over to him. 5185|Over the mountains wandered he, 5185|Over the rivers wandered he, 5185|Heard the soft music of voices, 5185|Heard the sweet words the girls were saying." 5185|Filled with the magic of song he was, 5185|Filled with the ecstasy of mirth, 5185|Straightway a mighty oak he set 5185|Over the head of his host, 5185|Staying it with thongs of gold; 5185|Lo! the oak had been broken in two. 5185|From the other side it rose high, 5185|Rose over rocks and away, 5185|Till it touched the heavens in length, 5185|Till it touched the clouds in height. 5185|Came the boys, and stopped beside it, 5185|Lo! the other oak had been caught. 5185|Then they made a merry laugh, 5185|Laughed the boys and girls together, 5185|"When will you all have corn and wine, 5185|All your corn and ale of every price?" 5185|Thus the girl in merry voice made this 5185|Question to the boy upon it: 5185|"When will you have a burning brand, 5185|Fire away and brand the oak over, 5185|Brand it bright, and sing the song of triumph, 5185|That the sun may see and smile upon us, 5185|When the foe has ceased to stir above it?" 5185|Then the boy took a golden caldron, 5185|Pulled the neck, and sang of water, 5185|Sang of joy and magic virtues, 5185|All the boys beheld the water, 5185|Heard the song, and all the girls laughed. 5185|"When will you all have bread, 5185|Bread, and ale, and beer of every price?" 5185|Then the boy took a golden bowl, 5185|Sang the songs of all the nations, 5185|All the boys stood up in wonder, 5185|Sang a song of friendship kindred, 5185|Friendship stronger ======================================== SAMPLE 18490 ======================================== I see my sister's eyes 1365|Set like the stars in the sky; 1365|The light is burning in them 1365|As if one shone in heaven. 1365|In her white fingers, like soft silks, 1365|Are folded the angel wings; 1365|Yet she sits in silence, 1365|And I can tell by signs 1365|That the angel has put his heel 1365|Upon her lovely head. 1365|Her dark eyes look as if 1365|They asked my heart questions, 1365|And ever above her 1365|The holy light doth shine. 1365|I know she is praying 1365|That God take off her wings, 1365|And render back into her 1365|Those radiant feathers. 1365|O, for a wild rose's blossom, 1365|Or a bird's warm song, 1365|The sound of a little bird 1365|In her white arms to be 1365|Laid on her breast in the spring, 1365|And with kisses laid 1365|From one dear, sleeping hand! 1365|It was winter; and the sea 1365|Racked its white sheet in frothy waves, 1365|Waving back its cruel song. 1365|The sun came riding down, aflame, 1365|A sea-castle 'gainst the cliffs; 1365|And the blue waves of the sky 1365|With their green and silver sails 1365|Made a sea-wall against the night. 1365|And here a little garden smiled 1365|With a lovely scene by its side; 1365|Where the white and purple primroses 1365|Walked on the borders of the sea. 1365|The summer came; the garden shed 1365|Its yellow blossoms in the sun, 1365|And the little children, full of joy, 1365|Kissed their mothers' cheeks in the wind. 1365|But this sweet little stile of straw 1365|Could never be a garden gate; 1365|For in that garden, far and wide 1365|Are people who would never enter in 1365|Unless they can see God's feet above, 1365|And His beautiful face from the sky. 1365|We were all very poor, 1365|Poor, and sick, and pale, 1365|Poor in hopes, poor in cures; 1365|We could do little with the scant 1365|Rags on our bodies left. 1365|Fully a hundred men and more 1365|Suck from the central station's 1365|Commodious toilets; and they fill 1365|Their buckets from the water-side, 1365|And bring 1365|The same home, at the weekly fare, 1365|To the dear people in our street. 1365|All the doors are fast from lock 1365|To lock, and from street to street, 1365|And they stand as if their shoes 1365|Wore shod in lead! I have heard 1365|Of two men who had the keys 1365|Of an extensive city street, 1365|And a strong, wild, and gallant crew 1365|Of the great and wealthy king. 1365|They are all men, both great and small; 1365|Each a king in his own right, 1365|And, when their appetites grow high, 1365|All men eat and drink the king. 1365|I would sing and sing some psalms 1365|In the morning, when the light was clear, 1365|And the stars were lit in the high heavens; 1365|But not till earth was turned and moon 1365|Brought the moonlight to our darkness; 1365|Yea, till then, we knew no mirth 1365|Could set foot in the gate of heaven. . . . 1365|Yes, then the light was dim, and yet 1365|When the morning came from waters wide 1365|With the stars of the far evening star, 1365|Then we knew no joy but to rejoice; 1365|We knew not till the morning star 1365|Came out upon the blue and white; 1365|And the birds knew no mirth to sing, 1365|Till evening closed the doors of day. 1365|"The King is mad!" cried the maid. 1365|"What then?" said ======================================== SAMPLE 18500 ======================================== 26333|The little ones were playing 26333|When the great war-shock broke. 26333|No wonder that the mothers 26333|Called out for their children. 26333|For one of them, sick at heart, 26333|Was taking the air. 26333|What did she say, you ask? 26333|Nothing much, except--"Thank you," 26333|And "Good-bye," withal. 26333|The air,--the air-- 26333|What was it? Nothing at all-- 26333|A far, blue distance, 26333|And the sky,--the sky,-- 26333|What was it? Who can tell! 26333|No one saw the little feet 26333|That turned the walk, 26333|Or heard the words she spoke, 26333|Or knew that she was gone. 26333|If little hands could know 26333|The pain that must be born, 26333|And little hearts be wrong 26333|To comfort one in need, 26333|Then why, O why, should they 26333|Not do for these the best 26333|That nature can bestow? 26333|But they must leave the precious, 26333|And be without it all, 26333|For other hands to grasp 26333|And other hearts to give-- 26333|How can they fail who would 26333|To-day no more be blind? 26333|And when we have borne our load 26333|In earnest patient tone, 26333|And our long day of pain 26333|Has passed without its span, 26333|We may come back, and say--"Now 26333|We know it all at last, 26333|And we can make our wish complete, 26333|We can make it sure." 26333|Then, after all we have bore, 26333|It is but right we should 26333|And should not die content 26333|As we had lived our best, 26333|As we had hoped and done. 26333|Why, even in suffering, say, 26333|Should it then be denied us 26333|Beyond the joy of pain 26333|How small soever we may sound, 26333|'Tis better to be blind 26333|Than worse than blind to be. 26333|The old world is passing quickly, 26333|The old world, so vast, so vast, 26333|In the vast dark where no stars are shining 26333|To-day's novel dream is dying. 26333|All the dreams of yesterday, 26333|The dreams that came and went so fast, 26333|Cannot always come to-morrow, 26333|And all the old desires fulfilled, 26333|And all the new desires that were made, 26333|Must be put on ice with yesterday's dreaming. 26333|To-day's new dream is full of doubt, 26333|To-morrow's dream is full of pain; 26333|To-morrow's heart with joy is burning, 26333|To-day's new heart is full of care. 26333|Come, let us dream together 26333|Of the life to be. 26333|Dream of a sunny field, 26333|Dream of a flowering tree, 26333|Dream of a fruitful tree 26333|Full of promise for me. 26333|Hark! the white owl is calling 26333|While the wild birds sing. 26333|We shall meet in the garden, 26333|Shall together go 26333|Where the old garden-friends 26333|Have left the new. 26333|Dream of a rose in the light, 26333|Dream of an angel face, 26333|Dream of a little child, 26333|We will answer to-night 26333|Where it lives and grows. 26333|Shall we think of the garden, 26333|Where a dear one lives: 26333|For that Rose I have not seen,-- 26333|See, it lies in the grass. 26333|Here, where pale flowers are blowing, 26333|Where roses are peeping, 26333|There alone is standing 26333|The little grave beside. 26333|The roses, the white and the red, 26333|The rose I have not seen: 26333|See, it lies by the grave,-- 26333|Little Rose, little Rose. ======================================== SAMPLE 18510 ======================================== 5185|From the fire he drove the iron horses, 5185|Drive them thirty steeds on airy trebles, 5185|In his boat he drove them twenty-five, 5185|Drew them from the St. Norbert forest, 5185|Taught them how to walk upon the water, 5185|How to swish upon the rainbow's surface, 5185|How to walk upon the snow-drifts, 5185|How to walk beneath the lindens, 5185|How to walk beneath the heather, 5185|How to walk beneath the copses, 5185|How the skilful Wainamoinen 5185|Held his master's keys in Pohya. 5185|Near the fire-place sat the blacksmith, 5185|Ranged his fingers in prayer-time drillings, 5185|Swung his arms and neck in stubborn shrugings. 5185|After fasting often and sacrifi- 5185|Often, and with bitter tears, Osmotar, 5185|In the forest's depths and forest-halls, 5185|After bathing oft in fragrant spring-water, 5185|After fasting oft in fragrant summer, 5185|In Pohyola sat the magician, 5185|Then began his wondrous singing. 5185|Often sang the blacksmith, singing: 5185|"Whenever you cross a snow-bridge, 5185|Cross the third A setar, mountain-gate, 5185|On your right shoulder place A123. 5185|If the bridge should fall apart A123, 5185|Then should pass the A-taru, snake A123, 5185|Cleave the A-taru to dust and ashes." 5185|Never sing the shepherd-songs, 5185|Never chant the singer's chants in Finland, 5185|Never sing the songs of Northland, 5185|There the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|There began his wondrous singing. 5185|Then the minstrel, wet with sorrow, 5185|Spake these words in broken accents: 5185|"Cease at last to tears and sighs, 5185|Empty your mind of care and sorrow, 5185|Empty your heart of care and sorrow, 5185|Sing no more the olden sayings, 5185|Wail no more the old traditions! 5185|Sing no more of silver tabernacles, 5185|Nor of golden streams in waters, 5185|Nor of golden shepherds in sheep-cots, 5185|Nor of golden lambs in stalls in sheep-pens, 5185|Swift as the shining starlings, 5185|Nor the black-bird's questioning cawings; 5185|Ungrateful singer, never 5185|Begin anew your sayings, 5185|Sing no more the old prelations, 5185|Begin at once thy first singing! 5185|Swift as the sheep in yester 5185|Begin thy yester Yule tales, 5185|Begin at once thy flightings; 5185|Ungrateful wizard, hasten 5185|From the fires of Lake styrke, 5185|From the dim and bilious hells, 5185|To the seats of heaven radio, 5185|To the mansions burning high in air-bridges; 5185|Sing no more the old prelations, 5185|Sing no more the old beliefs! 5185|Even thou, good bird of wealth, 5185|Even on thy good birdling's forehead, 5185|Ere again thou singest to it, 5185|Ere with Lamia thou dost fellowship, 5185|Ere with Child of the Springtime, 5185|Ere with evil Hina, 5185|Ere with good and evil Shinaro, 5185|Ere with maidens of the islands, 5185|Ere with priests of mystical virtue, 5185|Ere with heroes with their eagle rings, 5185|Ere with priests of magic virtue, 5185|If in song again thou singest not, 5185|Start not, song-bird of Pohyola, 5185|Song of little power and little impulse; 5185|Begin again from Yule-tide evening, 5185|Begin at once thy annual verse-tales!" 5185|Spake the wizard, Lemminkainen ======================================== SAMPLE 18520 ======================================== 7394|"That's why I started; and the thing is, 7394|When that was done, why not you, 7394|Went, while your father did behead him, 7394|Ripped his throat in his anguish, 7394|Went in revenge, a thousandfold 7394|Ere his life was done"? 7394|No, the thing's a thousand times worse, 7394|The thing about the deed 7394|Is, he never looked around to see 7394|If what he did was right,-- 7394|Just went right on blindly killing men, 7394|Killed them without a word, 7394|And left them to die, dying still, 7394|As he went dying in! 7394|He said "I'll show you something;" 7394|He got up and walked away,-- 7394|And the thing's a-goin', a-goin' on, 7394|And the thing's not a-stayin'! 7394|Why, the town was in a tizzy, 7394|The air was awful sweet,-- 7394|Says "Hey, Tomlinson, hey!" 7394|"Hey, Tomlinson, hey!" 7394|And people cried and laughed, 7394|And they called and called him "Sink or Swim" 7394|(Tomlinson being Tomlinson),-- 7394|"Sink or Swim!" Says "Hey, Tomlinson, hey!" 7394|"Hey, Tomlinson, hey!" 7394|The little boys and girls, 7394|The big boys and girls, 7394|All laughed,--and the ladies he gaped 7394|For his dark eyes and his dark hair! 7394|A thousand times I've told you 7394|The end would be the same, 7394|And here I am again, to tell 7394|You--not the thing to tell, 7394|But just to say my prayer,-- 7394|Hey, Tomlinson, hey!" 7394|To-day his soul shall rest 7394|In heaven,--for a heaven's 7394|A very fair thing--and all shall be glad; 7394|And the night-wind and the rain 7394|Shall play a part in love,-- 7394|And a star fall through the cracks of the door! 7394|Away, away from her! 7394|Why, her hair is gray 7394|As the gray of the sea 7394|That rolls in the sky of dreams! 7394|Bend over her grave, O wall, 7394|In the shroud of the evening, 7394|And let the blue and white wings of the swallow 7394|Flutter to praise and pray 7394|Upon its smooth and silver page. 7394|Why, her voice is low 7394|As the voice of the sea 7394|In the cavern of the earth of a valley where the heavens fold 7394|And the peaks of the mountains lie deep, where the floods of time 7394|Flow not to the ear or the eye, but sound as the sea to the 7394|heart! 7394|Why, her feet are swift 7394|As the feet of the light wind 7394|That flies from the snow to the clouds in the storm-cloud, 7394|And flows not to the ground, but sings on the top of the mountains 7394|With the sweetest and rarest, 7394|The brightest and sweetest,-- 7394|The swift and the dim! 7394|Why, her eyes are blue 7394|As the sky is blue, 7394|And as blue as day,-- 7394|And like the sky,-- 7394|They light the darkness up, and the darkness is light! 7394|Why, her hair is brown 7394|As the brown of the sea 7394|That rolls in the sky of dreams! 7394|What a grave mistress would she be, 7394|What a maid of woe! 7394|What a sweet and tender bride, 7394|For this world can yield nought but a year of pain! 7394|But, oh the end of all that's sweet,-- 7394|A grave, a gentle grave,-- 7394|A grave for her, with her own sweet eyes! 7394|A grave for her, with her own sweet lips! ======================================== SAMPLE 18530 ======================================== 1280|And so he was made. 1280|For they took him in charge 1280|At a school. 1280|And they held him proud. 1280|Then they took him in charge 1280|First at the school, 1280|And then as a boy 1280|At the school of Brown County. 1280|He was brought up as a youth 1280|At a school of Brown County; 1280|But the children were very harsh 1280|To this little boy of six months, 1280|And their patience, they said, was gone. 1280|'Twas not worth the while to play 1280|With the youngsters; they made him swear. 1280|And he swore at the school of Brown County. 1280|Well, there was one time a child died, 1280|And one of our schoolfellows said: 1280|"What did you do that for?" 1280|And the child said: "I hanged them." 1280|And the young men said: "Go to hell." 1280|And I told them: "What did you do?" 1280|Then they came and gave me lessons. 1280|At one time--and I made them swear-- 1280|One of our schoolfellows said: 1280|"If a child is a thief his mother 1280|Must be killed if he shall steal." 1280|But I answered: "I don't know." 1280|Then they hung him upside down. 1280|And this is the answer of the young men: 1280|And in years went out of the school 1280|Of the school of Brown County, 1280|And now and then a young girl there 1280|Takes her time about it. 1280|'Twas about this one time the girls took her to lunch with them. 1280|And my brother and I went on a trip for six weeks; 1280|We lived right down the road in a house of a trailer with sofa and stool; 1280|We had a lot of money if we'd stayed at Brown County. 1280|And we all had a grand idea how to make her into a man. 1280|We worked with the dogs on the field of the battle with General Lee, 1280|And she was a lady, and we worked with the girls with hearts full 1280|And I didn't get any better, though I did do my best; 1280|We went down to the bank and gave the bank account of the bank. 1280|And I said: "Please tell the man to throw the money where we 1280|All the ways to go down, 1280|I have been to every field 1280|Till I have no money. 1280|And you shall tell 1280|Me that money is good, 1280|And he has not done this; 1280|And you shall give 1280|Me, if need be, 1280|Mean, but it's not your own." 1280|Then they laughed: 1280|"He has all of his hands full 1280|Of your money. 1280|You have not a dollar." 1280|And the banks laughed: 1280|"Then you can't," 1280|Said they, "for 1280|You have nothing all along with what 1280|What if he goes home again 1280|In a dreary wreck?" 1280|And the banks laughed, 1280|And they said things to that effect 1280|That made me sick. 1280|But we laughed; 1280|We laughed, 1280|We laughed. And the bank that day 1280|Never heard of me. 1280|This was fifty years ago; 1280|I don't remember much about it; 1280|I only know that I was sick and tired 1280|Of being sick and tired of having my children go 1280|I just could not stand a little trouble 1280|Every time he woke up and yawned, 1280|I was on medication 1280|And she was being cured; 1280|They kept him for longer than he was wanted 1280|But he had a fever 1280|Every time he arose, 1280|And he couldn't rise or stop. 1280|He'd go up the hallway, 1280|In out-doors, and take the door 1280|And run and run and run in 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 18540 ======================================== 847|For I have a good feeling for you, 847|It has been the same for months and years, 847|I thought it might happen, you see; 847|And then you came, and all I had been dreaming 847|About you came to me. I do not know 847|How that happened, but it did. 847|But I knew that it might, 847|So many months ago. You need not tell it. 847|I had a little thing, a flower, that you knew of 847|When you were younger, and when you were a boy. 847|You knew it then, I suppose, because I took 847|This little thing to buy you dresses, and when 847|You wore it on your breast, it would give you back 847|The feeling of the first time you wore it there. 847|Well, when it came to look at you in an hour, 847|"I love you!" came more dear to you than all 847|The others, and your little heart would fall 847|As if it had been asked of no other one 847|But you, and for the first time since you came 847|Your voice would seem a little withdrawn, 847|Because you did not understand. 847|You thought you felt your sister's kisses, 847|You were so tender of her, and would give 847|To none but her to say "I love you!" 847|And so, when it came to love you, did you 847|Just let it go, and give it back to me. 847|You know, I never told another 847|About what she had done to deserve 847|You coming to find her, at my side 847|After so many years of silence 847|And grief, and sorrow, 847|And the tears and the silent prayers of faith 847|That day by day came, 847|And day by day, 847|You came to seek me at my place on the deck, 847|And I, the sailor, 847|Who had lived apart from her, and lived alone, 847|And who had never 847|Seen a friend; 847|The sailor, who had known all this too long, 847|And had never known a friend, 847|Who never sought it; 847|Who never sought a friend; 847|Who never knew his sister! 847|So here I stand. The ship's deck is empty now, 847|The sailors are standing by their guns, 847|The breeze is in the sails, 847|And the ships go out in the sun. 847|I know that the wind was blowing to-day, 847|That the wind and the sun came back to you, 847|And the sail was stretched on this lonely sea; 847|You came to speak to me of your friendship, 847|And so I was silent 847|And turned to look at the ships, 847|But the sea was dark, and the ships were far apart, 847|And far ahead, 847|And I could not see my sister, and she stood up 847|With her head turned to the sea 847|And her face turned from you, 847|And she gave a cry, 847|And the waves swept over her, and her hair swept over, 847|But I could not hear what she said, 847|I only heard the spray, 847|I only saw what my sister said, 847|And the sails swept apart, 847|And I saw that the ships went out in the sun, 847|And the clouds were black between us, 847|And what would come of it, I know not, 847|And the wind and the sun were all gone, 847|And I could not see what sister said, 847|And when the ship went away in the light 847|I saw but the faces of faces I loved 847|And I heard the voices of voices I loved, 847|They made my blood burn, 847|They made my blood burn, 847|For I knew that a sailor had gone on board 847|Because she left the cry so alone in the dark, 847|I saw but the faces of faces that I loved 847|And I saw but the voices of ======================================== SAMPLE 18550 ======================================== 27396|My heart for ever there has been. 27396|In the old days there was a king. 27396|The people he held it dear. 27396|A maiden stood by his side. 27396|She gazed and gazed on his face, 27396|For his eyes were fair, were deep. 27396|She gazed and gazed on his face, 27396|For he was fair to see. 27396|A king and a maiden and a son. 27396|They sat and talked and they sang. 27396|The song the maiden made 27396|Of the young king's love was sweet. 27396|The song the king made 27396|With the maiden's voice was sweet. 27396|The king and the maiden and a son, 27396|They drank to their bowls of wine, 27396|Of songs she made and sang 27396|With the young king for cheer. 27396|She spoke of his love for her own land, 27396|Sang a song with the king's voice, 27396|Of the young king as bright 27396|As the Maiden of the Spring. 27396|The King was not there, 27396|They could but have talked to each other 27396|Of the old times and the new. 27396|The King's death had touched her heart, 27396|She spoke of her joy at his coming 27396|And of how he had loved her. 27396|With tears the maidens stood 27396|Athwart the royal hall. 27396|The father sat in the hall 27396|For many a night and day. 27396|The children lay still, 27396|They did not speak to him, 27396|But they took the golden wands from the hand and put them in her hand 27396|and said: 27396|Hail, young King, hail! 27396|The maiden stood before him; 27396|She gave him the wreath of gold, 27396|She bade him come hither 27396|And worship by the fountain, 27396|And hear the singing 27396|Of their young songs. 27396|The King followed him, 27396|And she bowed her head in prayer. 27396|The old King wept and wept in sorrow, 27396|And said: 27396|O maiden, 27396|O maiden-maiden, 27396|It has been a long, long ride. 27396|It has been a long, long ride 27396|And we have reached home. 27396|The maiden raised her eyes 27396|Upon the night behind him; 27396|From eyes she had not closed, 27396|The tears came falling 27396|As she came near him. 27396|The sorrowing father sobbed, 27396|And the mother wept and sobbed, 27396|The father wept and wept 27396|As she came near him. 27396|The father leaned and said, 27396|"That woman 27396|Who bowed by the coffin-lid, 27396|I have seen her now." 27396|The old King said no word, 27396|His heart said no sound. 27396|He gazed on the maiden; 27396|He knew her indeed. 27396|O wan-gowned woman, 27396|Tell me if I may 27396|That strange man you are. 27396|O woman of my city, 27396|O you have seen him? 27396|Have you seen him? 27396|Has the maiden seen him? 27396|The maiden turned her face; 27396|She had not seen him. 27396|She was a young woman; 27396|She was a youth of youth; 27396|She must have been young again; 27396|It is too late for love, 27396|It is too late for fame, 27396|A man is dead in that place; 27396|And never more shall I see him. 27396|O wan-gowned woman, 27396|Wherefore dost thou weep. 27396|O wan-gowned woman, 27396|That thou hast seen him. 27396|A wild hound followed the moonlight, 27396|And the stars all looked upon her; 27396|And he took her young, innocent face, 27396|And made it his treasure all the days. 27396 ======================================== SAMPLE 18560 ======================================== 8187|We know, the great God's will shall now fulfil 8187|The deed it was thy soul had planned so well-- 8187|Thy purpose pure, thy hope sincere, thy hope 8187|So dearly loved, and made the sweetest part 8187|Of such a manly hand-to-hand combat! 8187|In the midst of this mighty host he fought, 8187|And was no soldier then, with rifle or sword; 8187|But--a soldier's part was his to play, 8187|As much as to resist, or as to strike!-- 8187|And he, the soldier then, and he, the knight, 8187|Now in the ring met blows and glances blind. 8187|"Here, my Lord!" cried one, with a smile so dark-- 8187|"A man, a young man, a native of that land 8187|"Of which I sing by lineage which is strange-- 8187|"This is the ring, and this the man whose life 8187|"Made strange to all--even thy own country's fame. 8187|"Come here, my friend, and take this stranger in-- 8187|"'Tis he who first in this great league of blood, 8187|"The heart-divided brotherhood of men, 8187|"The unbroken links and links of kindred ties-- 8187|"This man, this youth, is thy own master here; 8187|"And that is all they know of thee and me-- 8187|"And that is what they say to whom we come." 8187|With that look which made that youth the best 8187|"He shall be," said the youth, and went away. 8187|The others heard his steps with awe; 8187|For some had heard his laugh while sitting lone 8187|By their own hearthstone--some had seen him shine 8187|Upon the world's stage, the great, the small; 8187|And many, who lived with God alone, 8187|(The very idol of that human love 8187|Which is an image of itself, which, when given 8187|To worshippers on earth, is God all made 8187|And in some chapel is worshipped idolized,) 8187|Had seen that youth of glory as a thing 8187|So grand as man's greatness ought to raise 8187|And make man worship it,--the shining God! 8187|And some--though others, who dwelt on earth 8187|More fondly in the world of joy and strife: 8187|(As they, whose hearts have long beheld those lights, 8187|Where Love, the star, as yet had not yet shone, 8187|Glowingly appears in his bright rays;) 8187|Hearing and seeing him--even in that state 8187|Of heartless, maddened folly, when the soul, 8187|Sick of the world, but not of sorrow, lies, 8187|And listens till the world's last bells are rung,-- 8187|Hearing, on Earth, what on Earth his soul must feel, 8187|'Twas vain to seek for any other way. 8187|That youth had come, that youth was at his breast, 8187|That youth was saying, in thy voice's sweet close, 8187|"Ye are my man; and let that youth be mine,"-- 8187|(The very youth who in the days of old 8187|In the old Temple stood and gazed and smiled) 8187|And the bright charm which he had that we never know 8187|Was loosed from it and fled in a song as sweet. 8187|And what's this?--the wily charm, that's in him, 8187|Which drew that youth by its own hand to be 8187|A spy with Heaven for all things and thy foe! 8187|Thou thoughtless man of Heaven! oh, to what use, 8187|What work for Heaven itself--what toil for Earth, 8187|Saving thou wilt not even know the sacrifice 8187|It makes for Heaven, for Earth, still dying,-- 8187|Oh what a world of pleasure and of strength! 8187|When the young spirit, which is ever true, 8187|Who never has been born and never can be, 8187|Doth enter the fairest sphere of Earth, and there 8187|Feel that the world is not so ======================================== SAMPLE 18570 ======================================== 1568|From the world of the vulgar and the dull; 1568|From the dust and the dust-cloud of the past 1568|To the glory and might of the light. 1568|You who have seen the sky by the bare spray 1568|Dazzle the eyes with your gorgeous dyes, 1568|You, who on earth, and in your heart, 1568|Have felt the great sun's burning heat; 1568|You, whose genius leaps with pleasure 1568|The new world's great change, 1568|The vast unrecked-at splendour, 1568|The great grandeur and power 1568|That are yours by right divine, 1568|The vision of yours by duty, 1568|The deep deep vision of yours 1568|Of the grandeur that is yours 1568|By love and tenderness. 1568|I came for a glance, and found thee, 1568|A thousand leagues away; 1568|I followed thy footfall; 1568|I found thee in a dream 1568|At thy feet, on the leafy lane. 1568|I stood and sang: "Hither, O Flower, 1568|From the heart that is singing to thee, 1568|I come with a boon, a favour, 1568|To give thee a flower anew; 1568|And in its heart I will read 1568|The secret of my name, 1568|And put it there where it shall be 1568|A holy thing for thee." 1568|I have heard my own heart's answer, 1568|But never a word of thine; 1568|I have sought for my own heart's answer, 1568|But never a leaf of its root was shed 1568|To make thee as thou art, O Flower. 1568|I am weary of worlds of words, 1568|And weary of realms of gold; - 1568|Weariness of hands and hearts 1568|That have brought forth neither flowers 1568|Nor fruit of loving things. 1568|I have watched my own heart's answer - 1568|An oath of eyes and lips - 1568|And in its heart of innocence 1568|Slept for ever, till a day 1568|I woke to find it broken, 1568|And looking in my own soul's eyes 1568|I knew the secret of thy name. 1568|In the sun-kissed garden of my flesh, 1568|Dew-smitten, drench-sapped, 1568|My soul leaps and sways and turns 1568|In the sway of life and song. 1568|There is light and silence wide, 1568|And the wind sings everywhere, 1568|And the wind calls in the dark 1568|In the heart of the dead garden 1568|For the secret of my song. 1568|In the day and the night I sit 1568|By the shadowy fire, 1568|And the wind in my spirit sings: 1568|"O spirit, O soul, 1568|Tell me the tale of the dearth". 1568|In the night and the day I stand 1568|By the leaping flood, 1568|And the wind in my spirit sings: 1568|"O soul, O spirit, 1568|Tell me the tale of the want". 1568|No answer, no response; 1568|Is the flood unfed, 1568|Is the soul unkind, 1568|Or my spirit sick? 1568|Or in grief or in mirth, 1568|Tell me the tale of lack? - 1568|In the night and the day 1568|I sat with a heart full of care 1568|In the garden of my flesh. 1568|I knew what it meant to be 1568|To walk with a heart full of care 1568|In the garden of my flesh. 1568|I knew what it meant to dream 1568|In a dream-livered word, 1568|And the shadow of our joy 1568|Creeping by, where of old 1568|I stood with a heart full of care 1568|In the garden of my flesh. 1568|I knew what it meant to hear 1568|A voice so sweet as a voice of a bird on the summer lawn . . . 1568|And the wind in my spirit sings: 1568|In the night ======================================== SAMPLE 18580 ======================================== 1719|He stood and heard the sound 1719|Of iron and brass, 1719|And felt how they beat and strained 1719|And broke him in the throes. . . . 1719|The men laughed--"Why, who has he?"-- 1719|"The king's son of England-- 1719|Tyrion of the Iron Sea-- 1719|He has him--he!" 1719|He fought with his own head, 1719|He fought with his fate, 1719|And his great heart gave him proof 1719|Of the might of death 1719|To lay hold of his king's hand. 1719|He fought with his heart and his head, 1719|He fought with his head, 1719|And the cold iron laid his neck 1719|As he fell. 1719|The swords that he held in his hand 1719|Were the black, black swords he wielded; 1719|His helm with the fire of his soul 1719|Was the red, red helm that he bore 1719|In the dark! 1719|And the light and the dark-- 1719|In the night and the day-- 1719|Were the men that his sword among, 1719|The men that he slew before: 1719|And the men made for him graves 1719|Where the iron-heaved swords 1719|By the sword-blade of Calidore 1719|Are rolled up for the night, 1719|And the dark and the light are made one in one, 1719|The shadow of death and life, 1719|And the shadow and the light and the death and the birth, 1719|While the men watch and the men sleep, 1719|And King, Prince, and Priest are laid 1719|In the shadow. 1719|Out in the world's wild ways 1719|They may speak of him, 1719|And of the Kings who had him, 1719|And the Priests that served him: 1719|But there is no man that he knew. 1719|Nay, he is not dead-- 1719|Nor out of life at best; 1719|The old gods die: 1719|He shall not die. 1719|The world's old story, 1719|Its great and small, 1719|Rang round his name till all the world ceased to tell of him. 1719|He shall not die. 1719|So great a name 1719|The old world made him, 1719|It did not make him less; 1719|It made of him things that were not made of him. 1719|Men shall not have him, 1719|Neither shall kings, 1719|Nor shall any man hold him at all till all be done. 1719|For his life's wreath is wreathed 1719|Of old, strange lore 1719|That hath a power unto all other men. 1719|He shall not die. 1719|Tiger, tiger, burning bright, 1719|With your green eyes, my men, 1719|The blood-red light of your hair sets 1719|Upon the sea. 1719|In his blood of wrath, 1719|In his green youth's pride, 1719|Grave Thor to God has gone. 1719|He went from men of men, 1719|The weak and the strong, 1719|All the gold they had, 1719|All the gold they would have, 1719|All the gold they thought good, 1719|Every thought that was good, 1719|The love of all land, 1719|The love of all sea, 1719|The love of all heaven. 1719|From the blood's red flood 1719|Through the green and the golden stream 1719|Of the sea. 1719|All the sons that were born 1719|Shall have the gold in their blood 1719|Or in the light that shone 1719|On his sword when the grey dawn of God in blood and flame 1719|First turned his face. 1719|His heart was young with God's life, 1719|He looked at the sun and said, 1719|'There was light in the world; 1719|I have known death, 1719|I live and am young.' 1719|He has gone from men of men, 1719|He has gone from faith and ======================================== SAMPLE 18590 ======================================== 16376|(For what can be better than to be near _some_?), 16376|And how much I do adore the name 16376|Of that sweet, old-worlded river, Mill! 16376|In the garden where the butterflies 16376|Rove at will, and swallows flap their wings, 16376|I have walked with children with the flowers 16376|White and bright, and in the blue and golden hours 16376|Flit and hover, and the little brook sings:-- 16376|"Oh, what a happy lot is this, my son! 16376|To be a happy child all day, 16376|And to sit and hear the birds-- 16376|To be a happy child all night! 16376|I wish I could be a happy boy 16376|All night!" 16376|The children laughed and shouted when 16376|He told them that he wished he 16376|Were a bird and a butterfly. 16376|The butterflies looked at one another, 16376|And their wings were lifted up in mirth; 16376|But the boy with the flower in his hand 16376|Was much troubled at the brook's song: 16376|Through the branches he could see no shadows, 16376|Only the sunshine on the stream. 16376|At dawn the brook was happy now; 16376|At noon it danced a dance of merry will; 16376|And the sunbeams lightly rained 16376|On the feathery grasses. 16376|He could see, beneath the spreading trees, 16376|The yellow bee coming with his humming riffle; 16376|And he told them a merry story, 16376|One day, to-day, to children of his age. 16376|And the children smiled and said, 16376|"That's a very good story you are telling us!" 16376|And the boy with the flower in his hand 16376|At last forgot his sad tears and his smart. 16376|Three little fawns went out one morning 16376|To browse on the lawn; 16376|They stopped to take some still air in, 16376|And their hearts went past regretting 16376|The long grass and the grasshopper. 16376|"Ah! The grass is so green," they said, 16376|"And mammon so big!" 16376|Had they been rabbits, their accents 16376|Had been like this:-- 16376|"Ah! There's nothing so green," they said, 16376|"But a purr-sounding brook!" 16376|They heard a little sheep-dog croaking; 16376|They looked and saw it, too, 16376|Close to the brook and at its side, 16376|A small, moss-covered pool, 16376|Lying beneath a hedge of hawthorn, 16376|Where the water ran. 16376|There were three little fawns in the thicket; 16376|"Come!" cried the first,--"we are fed, 16376|We cannot see behind us; 16376|For we are naked as they!" 16376|"Well," cried the second, "let's wipe our little noses; 16376|It is very, very nice, 16376|And we like the feeling of water running, 16376|When it is cooling us." 16376|"Ah! But your nipples are very painful!" 16376|Says the third little fawn. 16376|"They are very red," sighed the little sheep-dog, 16376|"And you will find them a-stitching bunches 16376|Of wool in front of them." 16376|"We don't want no bunches," the little fawns cried; 16376|But a little later, 16376|When their baskets were piled up with wool, 16376|And their hands were busy shaping their thumbs, 16376|With little knotted rods, 16376|The three little fawns, the three little fawns set out, 16376|And the third, the beautiful rabbit, followed after: 16376|But they could not catch him, for he ran away, 16376|And the others were lost in the wood. 16376|"Ah! but see," cries the little fawn, 16376|"This wool is wonderfully soft, 16376|And so white it grows, and so fleecy, 16376|And it ======================================== SAMPLE 18600 ======================================== 20956|That, when this land we leave, 20956|God's people shall rejoice, 20956|And, like a bride, in the land of the Lord. 20956|And then we shall go back 20956|Where in a garden there 20956|An English Maiden shall lead a life of prayer; 20956|Till, with her deathless name 20956|And life-sustaining song, 20956|We shall grow old and die of days like these. 20956|All's for the best, old house-mate, 20956|O sweet and true, the world is so full of sin! 20956|I hear the cruel laugh of vanity, 20956|I see the little nags with rusty hanks; 20956|To mend the rags of sloth that hang so low, 20956|I toss the rusty dirk and sing: 20956|"All's for the best, my dear John Smith! 20956|The world is so full of sin, 20956|I've had to go beyond the blue inland sea; 20956|Beyond the endless reaches of unpromising men, 20956|Beyond the land-locked, unrifling worlds we know, 20956|Beyond the land of sorrow and grave lament, 20956|Outside of which, for ever and for evermore, 20956|The sighing and the weeping and the pitying sky. 20956|"I've drunk of the dewy ocean water, 20956|And I've washed the sea-water smooth and bright-- 20956|It was all for the greenland, and I know not why;-- 20956|But I can't go back with the world so full of sin!" 20956|And I: "Well, we all may go, my dear John Smith, 20956|To the world and the great white wonder to-night; 20956|It is for the greenland we must make our claim, 20956|And we will make it, and there'll no man keep us back; 20956|We will go with our heads held high, and sing, 20956|'All's for the best, my dear John Smith!' 20956|O it's done! O it's done! 20956|'All's for the best, my dear John Smith!'" 20956|We've gone above the greenland's shade 20956|And come upon the great, white wonder! 20956|It's a dark, deep cavern, 20956|And there in the gloom there's a little light 20956|Which moves all things round about as you gaze on it. 20956|What shall we find in search of the bright new light, 20956|But the spirit of youth and the faith of long-ago? 20956|The dimpled breast, the rosy, fragrant nest, 20956|The dimpled face, the dimpled hand, the dimpled tongue. 20956|Where shall we seek for more? 20956|Well, God keep us wise alway! 20956|With a love as stanch as that which's held by God. 20956|Here shall we keep our stanch and true hearts from wrecking 20956|So shall we keep ours in the dark, unvaulted night. 20956|We'll go up with a faith that's strong as God's own strong 20956|We'll set our feet on the rock of the truth undaunted. 20956|We shall go up with a prayer to God with the hope to take us 20956|To the dark that's nigh, 20956|So we may climb up, safe, 20956|To the highest, undaunted,--the rock of the brave. 20956|We have gone without long, and our way lies through the dews 20956|Of the dreamless, tranquil day, 20956|And we shall go down, safe, to the dreamless, tranquil night. 20956|We shall sleep well, knowing 20956|No toil nor pain, 20956|Till the morning light shall be here; 20956|And the angels in golden robes shall say 20956|In the clear, starless night, 20956|'Alas! a day has gone, and away!' 20956|It's done! God help us all-- 20956|The wind is off the land, 20956|And the fog is at rest on the lake. 20956|The fog! The fog! 20956|The little boat in the mist,-- 20956|Oh, how beautiful it is! ======================================== SAMPLE 18610 ======================================== 24869|A thousand souls in her embrace 24869|Beneath her feet had lain, 24869|In the vast space that meets the shore 24869|Like birds, in all their beauty, met. 24869|The Gods who dwell above 24869|Looked on the world and found 24869|A glory in the holy band: 24869|“This is the fruit, I ween, 24869|That Sítá’s wish has won.” 24869|So to the holy town they came: 24869|Then all the crowds that filled the place 24869|Went forward on their way, 24869|As the sun’s course is led by night 24869|From west to east, from east to south. 24869|And Ráma by his brother’s side 24869|Went forth to face the foe, 24869|And Ráma to his brother said 24869|That the long way was well: 24869|“Forth to the thickets where they stand 24869|I hast away to fight: 24869|There Ráma and his brother meet, 24869|And Ráma stands behind. 24869|I will not fear a warrior’s arm, 24869|Nor let the foe me see: 24869|For though the earth that gives me life 24869|Is tough and tough should be, 24869|My bones will shatter that hard earth 24869|And this proud place will bleed. 24869|No, not the earth which round me grows, 24869|Nor sense of sight and sound, 24869|Shall stay my limbs from the brunt 24869|Of such fierce conflict keen, 24869|And, as a blast from heaven, I fly 24869|Far from the war’s alarms.” 24869|Canto LX. Ráma’s Promise. 24869|When Ráma saw the monarch thus 24869|In his wild passion raging sore, 24869|Still he went on his way astride 24869|His glorious chariot’s seat. 24869|Then to the forest wilds he came, 24869|And with his royal sire, who round 24869|The road-side fanned each side, 24869|Stood in a sign, and thus addressed 24869|The saints in all their might: 24869|“Alike the earth with grass and trees 24869|Grows sturdy when the rains are keen: 24869|But Ráma, thou, on earth’s breast 24869|Still dwellest with thy brothers. 24869|This, in my heart, in death alone 24869|Can be the cause.” 24869|Those holy men who dwelt beside, 24869|Of every lineage, creed, 24869|Each aged priest and priestess, whom 24869|The sages ’twixt them knew, 24869|The lords of lordly sire and son 24869|And the wise holy ones, 24869|All, all my brothers, O my God, 24869|Have made me to their will, 24869|And all, with all their kindred, dwells 24869|Beneath my father’s hand. 24869|This, by these gentle acts begun, 24869|In acts of love and cheer, 24869|Now will I show my grief in hopes 24869|That they my sorrows will relieve. 24869|But, holy priests, I fain 24869|Would hear of Ráma’s home, 24869|Whose happy home I will not brave 24869|Until he see.” 24869|The priests and holy men with reverence 24869|Their lord resumed, 24869|And thus spoke Sítá the matchless dame 24869|With gentle words that made. 24869|The king, his daughter to entreat, 24869|Thence to Ayodhyá sought 24869|His brother Lakshmaṇ in that shade 24869|He knew before he went. 24869|Canto XLV. Ráma’s Lament. 24869|Then Ráma, as his captive prayed, 24869|Was fainting from his pain. 24869|Then too, at length, he wept 24869|The last and fainting time, 24869|And, his lord’s behest, ======================================== SAMPLE 18620 ======================================== 8187|Is made a fitter spot for prayer!" 8187|This--this was _that_ our glorious scheme; 8187|But as, alas, it is but _part_, 8187|I cannot tell how well it blew, 8187|But every one has agreed 8187|That _every one_ was _wholly_ wrong. 8187|No, 'twas by none but me is proven 8187|That _every_ one had _watered_ well; 8187|But I--when now the day is o'er, 8187|Will sing a paean to the fair queen 8187|Who has, thro' her own goodness, won 8187|The hearts of these "twenty men of business: 8187|"Not for your gold, nor world's pearls, 8187|Nor your unutterable praise, 8187|But--why, why--don't know;--but know-- 8187|But why?--who knows, who knows, 8187|Who knows, who knows who knows!" 8187|Oh, yes, to all the other boys I've loved, 8187|I'm the happiest wight in the land-- 8187|But I'm no longer the happiest man who's 8187|out there, in a land as fair as mine; 8187|And I've got to put aside, ere very long, 8187|some small and petty pleasures which once 8187|entertained me to think of and longed for-- 8187|The joys--the pleasures, that, in spite of 8187|the times, come and go as the fashions please, 8187|And all so transitory and trite, that 8187|we never go quite back to the things we loved. 8187|Some, too, the joys, the trivial pleasures, 8187|Which a man might have, had he but sought them, 8187|And loved, as I now do,--rather better; 8187|But--they're all now over--and I'm left out 8187|of the party, in a sense; because 8187|the joys, the trivial pleasures, alas! 8187|which ever were, in all their brightness, 8187|concealed them the eye of one fair maid, 8187|The maiden, whose spirit could love, yet 8187|who could fancy, are but lost, forlorn,-- 8187|Some few, who once felt what I feel-- 8187|Some few, who once could but complain-- 8187|Those few, whose little ones were laughing, 8187|To find they've lost them forever, 8187|Are laughing, but at others' expense. 8187|The rest, as I understand it,-- 8187|As a lover I suppose it must be,-- 8187|Were what I now have them no more-- 8187|As a child may well be called "slim,"-- 8187|Some others, the very best of life-- 8187|Some others, whose very hearts seem 8187|too weak to be happy and wise, 8187|Some others, whose very eyes, I wis, 8187|Could never in smiles have told their woes, 8187|Some others, whose very looks 8187|Can ne'er be brought out in a word, 8187|But always seem, through all existence, 8187|To want the solace of such an one 8187|As never has a word to say, 8187|If ever can, I think of at least,-- 8187|Some others, whose looks are all eyes; 8187|Who are not too long, too bright, too free,-- 8187|If but seen and heard, all Nature looks,-- 8187|A bright and a grave at the same time;-- 8187|Some others, whose look is their life-- 8187|They think not but if they were all, 8187|There would be little to give a place;-- 8187|Some others, whose very tears have power 8187|To stay the wheels of Time, in a 8187|Gorgeous procession;--some others, 8187|I would myself go in the list to see, 8187|If ever the whole of these I could do, 8187|And be not a moment more in the way of a "foe." 8187|I never was _fought_ for, but for _stayed_, ======================================== SAMPLE 18630 ======================================== I came 19363|From out God's world, to bring 19363|A gift, to make your name 19363|The glory of the world. 19363|I have lived like a thief and a felon, 19363|Like a dog with no master at all, 19363|Since first that golden dream, 19363|With the angel-mantle on me, 19363|I dreamt that I should be 19363|Like the shepherd in a land of flowers, 19363|Where all the hills and valleys sung 19363|"Happy be the master and king" 19363|But I was not one of that proud throng, 19363|I was not a master. 19363|I had not a king, and yet I knew 19363|A king could be happy indeed-- 19363|Because we were children of God, 19363|Because He loved us so much, 19363|I never would rebel nor blame 19363|Because I was not God. 19363|I never dreamed, or thought, or dreamed again 19363|That God would lose His care to care for 19363|A dog having neither mien, 19363|Nor mew nor tail, nor feathers on 19363|But simply being God, who would show 19363|No mercy for a dog. 19363|I never knew at all, beneath the sun, 19363|That Christ in human flesh had been laid below, 19363|And had now risen again to make men free; 19363|But now his love is my dear side and part 19363|When I sit in His throne; 19363|And so my heart at length 19363|Cries, "O Lord, we are fed, we are fed!" 19363|And he who never yet denied the Son 19363|And knew Him not to be; 19363|Who never denied nor dared deny 19363|That He was ever sinless, 19363|To whom man's very soul was given, 19363|To make him more divine. 19363|I have lived most blessedly, 19363|Because my life of mine 19363|Was taken from the world 19363|And made for God in Heaven. 19363|I have loved, even to the point 19363|Of suffering, with that love 19363|Which is the very sign of Heaven, 19363|And the very token. 19363|I have loved; and not alone 19363|Have loved, but day and night 19363|Have loved--and not alone. 19363|I have loved when night grew cold, 19363|And when the world grew gray; 19363|I have loved when day turned red, 19363|I have kept my love alive, 19363|Through all the years of man. 19363|And I have known when I was born; 19363|And when the world was young, 19363|I knew, when first I knew, 19363|That death was come to me. 19363|And then am I most pure 19363|And most content to be 19363|The prey of love again. 19363|O Father, give me strength; 19363|And let me love this while, 19363|Till God make flesh and take 19363|The world into my heart. 19363|O Father, let me keep 19363|This hope in me maintain: 19363|"_He who hath given his life for me 19363|Will give it back again_." 19363|I am all alone in a room 19363|Where no star glows; 19363|All the walls and ceiling show 19363|Faintness, and the cold, damp air 19363|Breathes with it. 19363|The window, open wide, 19363|Wins dim glimpses of the bright 19363|Lightening. 19363|The light, I turn to go 19363|And find it dark, and then 19363|That I'm all alone in the room, 19363|And no help. 19363|I hear the road go blithe and gay 19363|To the town in the air; 19363|I see the church, the folk, the houses; 19363|And there, among the trees, 19363|That have no sound except 19363|The rustling of the waving grass, 19363|Standeth my mother. 19363|She waits me at the gate. 19363|"Come, my dear ======================================== SAMPLE 18640 ======================================== 615|When they behold with wistful eye the twain 615|Stretched on the earth, and bleeding at their feet; 615|That these were slain, nor could, they said, the maid 615|In life again hope to revive; for nigh 615|The sword had plucked him limb and life, by man 615|Possessed. And so the other men, the twain, 615|Were slain by that same fatal sword; while she, 615|Till now so gentle and so fair, was slain 615|By that same cruel sword; for it had slain 615|Her body, that the life that in the maid 615|Achilles left him, left her, whom they bore 615|To be their lady's bane. And the good dame, 615|Whom to view of that gay band the warlike train 615|(As soon as reached the place) should view, with pain, 615|On foot alone, descending from her steed, 615|Whose bloody steeds she had abandoned nigh: 615|This was the dame who there had been their guide, 615|And which was now the lady whom they bore, 615|Him to behold again; and how her life 615|Was wasted by one death, that she has paid 615|Due penance with her life, her husband's, too. 615|That one death she and Hermes in this wise, where 615|She lost her own, had suffered, of her husband's 615|And of his royal house, so grievous a loss, 615|With all his troops she had deserted: where 615|So many months the warrior, not content with 615|Herself, but with his followers, had espoused, 615|As well for her sake as the king's, she prayed. 615|For she had learned from him that the king's son, 615|And son of Balin, the great Charlemagne, 615|As well might all these realms and nations woo, 615|As the strong warrior who the dame espoused. 615|She had espoused and given her up to death, 615|When from the palace the charioteer was woe, 615|And at a mountain-temple had espoused 615|A maid whom she had seen on the earth, 615|At evening, as I have told in rhyme, 615|When by the wall, with the chisel in hand, 615|The knight by his enchanted lance had wrought, 615|And in his harness fastened it on high: 615|That here was the place to which a dame 615|Might to her lord and his a magic send. 615|The charm whereby she should be wedded 615|The good Rogero found upon his way, 615|In neighbouring regions and in Libyan land: 615|Him far above the ocean he espied, 615|And from a neighbouring land conveyed, the maid. 615|There stood to him a palace, high and wide, 615|With work and waggon of stone and copper, 615|As high as ever the pen of mortal bore. 615|A waggon's axle of gold and precious stones 615|He saw; and, bearing down the other twain, 615|It in a spacious court arrayed was laid; 615|And there it pleased the kindly monarch's eyes 615|To see the damsel, clad in her array. 615|Of love, on that which had so hov'ring been, 615|He had a heart; and, as he could conclude, 615|That love, that which had made many a maid 615|O'erwhelm her gentle lord and brother wed, 615|Wells in his love for the enchantress true. 615|Now, where the fair and noble sorceress, 615|With him that day encamped, the monarch's eyes 615|Fix on her, as her face he fixt before. 615|'Twas a fair damsel, that with flowing gown, 615|Fair and fair-haired; and with her on that side, 615|Fair and fair-combed, as by one and the same 615|Hair and eyes, the monarch's sight was met. 615|The king, when the fair fairest in the land 615|That ever man was made to view, before 615|He gazed upon, was quite in his despite. 615|The youth, whereof I said was no more new, 615|At first gazed on her, as if with her soul: 615|Then, when he ======================================== SAMPLE 18650 ======================================== 1030|As there will be an angry tempest from his mizzen. 1030|He'll make a full chearful chearful sound to-day, 1030|Like the last trump to the second trumpet. 1030|With this kind of applause and the sound of his drum, 1030|Like a little drum the King he raised, 1030|Like a trump for a thousandth of a second, 1030|Where the thunder of his mace was loud, 1030|Where the bells at his word were fast falling, 1030|Where his cannon he sounded in ringing, 1030|Where his people were beaten to confusion, - 1030|As his marching orders were being laid, 1030|And his trumpets were sounding and ringing. 1030|That's the tale of the king, there's no denying. 1030|What is this thing call'd 'Common-carriage'? 1030|Why can't it run very fast at the first? 1030|Can't they drive with a little poultice-mace? 1030|Who can say? But the road is as dry as the sod. 1030|The king of a nation should ride in a car, - 1030|That's the way the state is to be go'd round. 1030|The king of a Nation should ride in a car, 1030|And in it should our Lord with him and his horse; 1030|And all our horses, all and each, be tied to the tow. 1030|What is this thing call'd 'Commodities'? 1030|Why can't it be a good for the people to have 1030|But all the stock of the Church's religious schools. 1030|And every friar that will not be Protestant, 1030|Should be send'd to his place in some other car. 1030|What is it the king does most readily?' 1030|The king of a nation ought first of all to say. 1030|If a stranger he see, by the king's command, 1030|On the road to his village or his henchman's house; 1030|He well may be sure the foreigner intends 1030|To make the traveller into his own. 1030|Then let it be, and let the royal friar go 1030|With his horse and his horseman to the street. 1030|What of this thing called 'Bishops'? If they be bays, 1030|It's little use for a King to ordain 1030|A Church of only ten thousand nominal bishops. 1030|But if the Pope of Rome is to put in, 1030|Then lets us be sure our monarch to obey. 1030|And, if we must have papal bishops, who knows? 1030|Let that well suffice ourselves, the country's free: 1030|Papal-heads, forsooth, are never so good 1030|As their own selves, or a Pope at the top. 1030|If the King were ordered to march into France, 1030|Some one may tell him to go with a horse, 1030|And send his soldiers from the city to kill, 1030|Or take his own command or force of horse; 1030|So that, by an act of Parliament or plunk, 1030|Not a king's head in all Paris may stay. 1030|Then what should the King do when the stranger said, 1030|He ought, at the first, to make good his threat; 1030|For the King was so far in the wrong he could not move. 1030|There's a tale or two of a Monarch gone wrong: 1030|I've known such of times, not ever had heard more: 1030|And what he would do, I never could well make him - 1030|But at all events would lay down his crown 1030|And his sceptre and his kingdom to be bound 1030|To serve as well himself as his own army. 1030|There's a tale or two of a king, gone wrong, 1030|And if you'd have something of an emperor's breed, 1030|Pray be quick in a royal act of faith, 1030|And take him into a church or two; 1030|So that, if you go to the head of them, 1030|They'll not to make the least thing wrong to the King. 1030|O thare I'll sing how an old tale was told. 1030|For the good old ======================================== SAMPLE 18660 ======================================== 36214|_Lines written in a hand mumbling, after an attack by her husband._ 36214|In all my weary days, 36214|In all my dreams, 36214|All that I seek 36214|Is that I may be 36214|One of these words uttered 36214|Upon the shore. 36214|In all my vain efforts 36214|To be the star 36214|Which the night-glimmers 36214|Are apt to cast, 36214|In vain I seek 36214|A guiding light, 36214|In all my longing 36214|For that perfect eye, 36214|In all my ceaseless weeping 36214|For the light that glows 36214|By unseen rays, 36214|In all my prayers 36214|That my life may be 36214|One of these words spoken 36214|Upon the shore. 36214|_The same hand that toiled through the grove 36214|and the windy hill, 36214|The same hand as the ferns have clad 36214|In green and shining gold, 36214|The same hand that the mountain rears 36214|Itself like a tree, 36214|Then this was yours at last, O friend! 36214|Oft I have left your side; 36214|In all my weary days; 36214|In all my dreams; 36214|And I too will leave your side, 36214|And leave your world. 36214|You gave to me your heart, my friend, and I 36214|Have it, now, in my hands. 36214|I lay it down where I may find it-- 36214|In lonely lands. 36214|O, it is mine, the treasure-giver, 36214|That makes me a brother. 36214|A lily of the valley, 36214|I plucked, as I went. 36214|Her face was fair, and warm as 36214|An April morn. 36214|Her hair was golden-green, 36214|As the leaves fall. 36214|Her eyes were pure as 36214|A moonlit sky. 36214|A lily of the valley, 36214|Her lips were rosy 36214|As the clouds are, in the moonless sky. 36214|Her cheek was fair, and warm as 36214|An April morn. 36214|Her eyes were pure as 36214|The sunshine of May. 36214|Her body had not 36214|A form of flesh and pain. 36214|Its charm was in its soul, 36214|Its beauty was its form, 36214|To me it seemed a rose of the earth. 36214|The lily of the valley, 36214|Of the lake it was. 36214|The moonlight trembled through 36214|The night-waking dream. 36214|Like a rose-bud in bloom. 36214|With eyes of light were she. 36214|Her beauty was the spell 36214|Of a quiet sky. 36214|Her body was the light 36214|Of a silent night. 36214|Her form was a white rose, 36214|The same in both. 36214|She slept beside me, and her soul 36214|To mine went twining. 36214|She said, "All things that are. 36214|And I. 36214|The world." 36214|When I am dead I cannot hear, 36214|And if I should, the words I say, 36214|No ear would hear them. 36214|The words I say, the tears I weep; 36214|Nor you, nor I, for each would weep 36214|A dearer tear. 36214|Yet, though I cannot hear, or see, 36214|My thoughts have power on high to move, 36214|To bring and cast despair; 36214|And when I would for the last time 36214|I cannot, though I might, pray, for love's sake 36214|And faith's, to-day. 36214|A child is sick and weak and tired, 36214|And you are far from home: 36214|A lover comes his way at night 36214|And lingers where he hied. 36214|He seeks, beneath the sweet moonlight, 36214|Some pleasant, silent place, ======================================== SAMPLE 18670 ======================================== 10602|The first hee that shewes in this worlde, 10602|As I, before his face shall shine, 10602|For his eyes on mine shall light and glasse. 10602|That with his hand is all a-gret 10602|I wish may be: 10602|The first I mean by whom shall fall 10602|Griefes fall as mine shall fall: 10602|Let him be true and good as I, 10602|For I am sure he shall nere swinne 10602|Ne his faire light, 10602|For I am sure his love shall fall 10602|As mine hath falle, 10602|For I am sure his pity me shall lere 10602|Ne his fall; 10602|For I am sure his love and light 10602|Ne his fall; 10602|For I am sure his pity me shall find 10602|Ne his fauor; 10602|Therefore by their two hearts I consent 10602|To be such made, 10602|By their two souls, and my true-love's light 10602|Ne his faint flame, 10602|That both should euer be for the best 10602|In every thorne, 10602|That both the world shoulde fynend and brave 10602|As I am good; 10602|That both should be of one accord, 10602|And each in his own way be good; 10602|That both the world shoulde doe right byre, 10602|And the world's frailtie doo not spede, 10602|But love and life, 10602|That both shoulde neuer make a strife 10602|That shoulde doo both the foes dismay: 10602|That both shoulde forlie for the best 10602|Ne feare lesse: 10602|But that both should in faith behold 10602|Ne care or renne; 10602|That both should in one accord be light 10602|Ne looke uniaunt, 10602|Ne lenger be dolorous, nor doo 10602|Ne pale and pale, 10602|Ne lenger be shakfull nor doo a shak 10602|Ne lenger fearefulle to maister wretchie, 10602|Ne wroth as I bee; 10602|That both should haue fauour yet to speake 10602|Ne gentle like. 10602|For I am faire (so my wyll is light), 10602|Ne never haue loke more light. 10602|This worlde doth set me low; 10602|But I will shine when I do shale; 10602|In which, as I do now and now, 10602|I shall both see and kepe my love. 10602|My fayning eye, that well do glasse 10602|Up-on high as sight can see, 10602|Shall there-withal the thronge arme 10602|Of my love. 10602|Of highth forth I will the spredd 10602|As I do now the-mersey ar, 10602|And of my love shall she spredd, 10602|With whom I am wel 10602|Ne never al for faire; 10602|For I am lief and wel at sonde 10602|Ne loth to deie. 10602|And for his love shall he bee 10602|Faire my seruair brother, 10602|The which ne are none of myne al 10602|Virgnest for love; 10602|As I do now the-mersey ar, 10602|I trow him be al nare, 10602|And wolde I were his seruair brother! 10602|He was nat fit that ever he shoulde be 10602|A seruair; 10602|For there was none so chaungefull and so hale, 10602|As he was of himselve; 10602|For he was wel of longe, 10602|And full of strength and hope and streng. 10602|Yet for that cause in his herte stod, 10602|And made him all to gladnesse glad; 10602|For, ere that the day began, 10602|Al was alowd full of lenger wo. 10602|And in the tweye, that all that dayes 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 18680 ======================================== 27781|We’ll sing o’ t’wokes on my t’Yarbower! 27781|I’t may be a sad tale to tell, 27781|But the truth is, I never can forget 27781|Our grand o’ t’Yarbower when t’ sun shines bright. 27781|I’t was my grand, grand days, and all 27781|Was set upon t’living and t’good health; 27781|I’d walk up t’green bank o’ t’rivers, 27781|In bonnet and hose, in shoes o’ leather; 27781|I’d stop at t’bellows o’ my ain farm, 27781|I’d eat o’ lankramat and thole o’ birk; 27781|I’d drink up o’ sherry in Barton Barr, 27781|And I’d danced in my cap and cravat too; 27781|To t’grass-clad brae in t’Yarbower gaed wi me, 27781|My heart was in it, my fause soul was in it. 27781|O t’Yarbower, I canna choose but say, 27781|Wen it first appeared in morn—I thocht I’d kill, 27781|But “I’ve been to t’Yarbower, but I thocht not, 27781|My back was in it, my head in t’sand; 27781|My legs, my thighs, my calves I knaw’d all daar, 27781|I’d trow it wur ill wur time to say lah. 27781|It wur all so dear, I thocht I thot or bahn, 27781|I thocht nah I’d dins’d it, and kill’d it, 27781|I thocht I’d dins’d it, and dance it daar, 27781|And play’d it daar, when t’bells wur tingin daar. 27781|And then it went t’water pit, and t’pipe pit, 27781|And then it went t’wash pit, and then it went t’soap, 27781|I’d think it wur ocks out, t’tobble o’ t’soap, 27781|My back was in it, and I heard it throo it; 27781|I’d hear it rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling. 27781|I’d run up t’vine stand, and look down on it, 27781|I’d hear it squeak and howt, as it thrawn wur tahn; 27781|I thocht, I thok’t, I’d see it when it’d boom, 27781|I thook it bahn, and looked on it at bah. 27781|It wur so dear, that I thocht I thot nah I wod; 27781|I thunk I’d dins’d it, and kill’d it, I think. 27781|It wor my grandma’s, grandmaman, ma’am’s, 27781|I thunk I wud thow the devil wod hev me, 27781|Fere t’sooth I threw it on grandmaman’s een, 27781|I’d dins’d it, and dance it daar, I bet. 27781|And then it went t’water pit, and t’soap pit, 27781|And then it went t’water pit, and then it went t’soap; 27781|I’d listen t’whisper on the daan-bud chain, 27781|I thunk I’d hear it tak tiv it o’ milk; 27781|I thunk I’d see it thraw down in the wash, 27781|And I thunk I’d see it when t’bells wur tingin daar. 27781|I thunk I’ll come over t’ ======================================== SAMPLE 18690 ======================================== 24849|And thus the brave DRAFTEON. 24849|_I sing your deeds that were done, 24849|But to the world may not be sung: 24849|With pride I pledge you, sirs, 24849|With a good man's courage, 24849|For you are the heroes of to-day._ 24849|To me, though, your verse you've given 24849|So full of noble feeling; 24849|I've heard you speak with confidence, 24849|With a generous pride. 24849|Your deeds you've written with vigor, 24849|Your tongue is clear and speaking; 24849|Oft has the great man smiled and wept 24849|On your famous and noble, 24849|But I would rather read your verses 24849|For all their beauty, 24849|And, knowing this, I am thankful-- 24849|I look for you yet. 24849|And thus, O DRAFTEON! if you chance 24849|To see the glories of our nation, 24849|The world's great masterpiece--as once 24849|You did--you'll find the poems 24849|The very words you've used. 24849|But I would not dwell, then, upon 24849|Your fame and power, on its lore and learning, 24849|Or let this great name pass, without 24849|A trace of gratitude. 24849|It is to you, O poet, that I owe 24849|The strength and patience I have shown 24849|Through this tedious day, while you stand 24849|Proud as a prince of Rhine. 24849|In every line and every thought 24849|How much you owe to me! 24849|Let not this humble, manly name, 24849|The song of your toil; 24849|Let not the laurel or oak be sung 24849|To pay your labour's worth. 24849|The poet, who has given his hearts to 24849|The glory and the fame of man, 24849|Is known no longer when the earth has 24849|Her mantles clean and pure, 24849|Nor on the mountain, or the wave, 24849|Nor in the desert wild. 24849|Yet when the poet sings of heroes 24849|Who have kept their own, the world will hear 24849|The praise of his supreme worth. 24849|Let not your glory, then, be sung 24849|For whatsoe'er it be; 24849|It cannot rise, nor fall, nor grow, 24849|Like hero-dreams of fame. 24849|Howe'er it tell of heroes, brave, 24849|Unscarred and fair, 24849|It owes, not the admiration it 24849|May claim in the world to-day, 24849|But something more than that-- 24849|The self-esteem it gave 24849|The noble in a world of woe, 24849|The glory it attested 24849|For the great deeds they have done 24849|In life's great conflict. 24849|Let not pride or power, or fame, 24849|Or vain ambition gain 24849|A sway in song that is traced 24849|Not to the thoughts which made it real, 24849|But to the deeds it wrought. 24849|The mighty men of old were made 24849|So great by high belief in good, 24849|That to-day the olden fame 24849|Is but a name that is passed away, 24849|Nor is it mine to fill 24849|The task, which, as our generations 24849|Go wandering on, 24849|Thinking less of our proud course 24849|Than of our way to home! 24849|O poet, for the hero-troops 24849|Who have fought and died, 24849|Let not the glory of their name 24849|Unbind your song! 24849|Let not ambition, proud or false, 24849|Selling all for gain, 24849|But think each act, and each thought's end, 24849|An homage to the worth 24849|That gave your name in life and death, 24849|And still must keep the fame 24849|That gives your name to life. 24849|Let not our vain, wild passions, 24849|That stain the heart with blame, 24849| ======================================== SAMPLE 18700 ======================================== 37366|We have too much to bear, 37366|Too much to feel our lot, 37366|Too little to have a song." 37366|"Nay, nay, your song is cold, 37366|The stars are all too high, 37366|There is not a place on earth 37366|So beautiful as I, 37366|For my love is fairer, 37366|And I will find a way. 37366|My love is so true and brave, 37366|I shall go forth alone 37366|Where the moon is hidden, 37366|And the winds are under." 37366|"My child, my child, you are so shy, 37366|You would like it, I know, 37366|But see, what a thing of grace 37366|Hers looks and her smiles are, 37366|Who loves a darling so, 37366|I would not, could not give her up. 37366|And we must live together so, 37366|My dear, my darling, must we? 37366|The way is rough and long, 37366|Too steep the track that climbs-- 37366|O love, my dear one, see 37366|I try to shield you well 37366|From all the storms of life. 37366|And when the night is done, 37366|How sweet the last red sun 37366|Will burn across the skies, 37366|And brighten each our paths." 37366|O, then for God alone, 37366|If man's the only seed, 37366|Who hath that claim on earth, 37366|That shall guide it up, 37366|To the broad church of Heaven? 37366|And, oh, if man's the only seed, 37366|Of God's dear chosen race, 37366|The Holy Ghost will grow 37366|Close to the heart of each. 37366|O would that man alone should stand 37366|The crown of crowning Love, 37366|The joy of crowning Love, 37366|And that our earth as well 37366|Of earth to God be crowning! 37367|I had a little bird, who went to sing 37367|Upon a beech-tree, leaning his bough. 37367|And as he sang away the wind, the tree 37367|Sounded, and louder grew, and shook its leaf. 37367|So I thought, "If he sing so loud, the tree 37367|Will soon be tossed by winds, by winds will stir 37367|To meet him in the autumn-time, at crowning 37367|Trees are made of chrystal, and their leaves 37367|Are made of wood-oak; their branches, blue 37367|As summer skies; and when the trees are bare, 37367|They take the place of branches. Trees are made 37367|Of forest-trees, and all their branches, green 37367|As summer skies--these are the wood-oak trees; 37367|But much is said for the fir-tree and the pine, 37367|Which give their voices to the burthen of a tree. 37367|At first they are only said to be of a 37367|higher class than the others, but soon on account of 37367|the danger they afford, are in no class at all. 37367|So though in rank they make a tree, 37367|'Tis not to the very flowerliest of them all; 37367|For then the fir-tree only is in rank, 37367|But then the pine is of a higher class 37367|Than the fir-tree and the pine, and that's the kind 37367|For the rich wood where he lived. 37367|"How much does _he_ weigh, and what has he in his hands 37367|That he should build it?" 37367|"Wealth must be got by gain." 37367|What was his gift, but fame? What treasure of a thing, 37367|That, when his heart was full, it might be full again? 37367|And what was his great treasure, but high renown? 37367|Ah, all too brief; for ere the first year had flown 37367|Since he first had it--and the spring was nigh; 37367|And the next, and the next, and the next, for awhile 37367|He lay content, as an exile at last, in ======================================== SAMPLE 18710 ======================================== 615|And left thee, weeping, at thy bench in the street 615|With such a grief; it nearly made thee die. 615|"The next day, to avenge her husband's death, 615|To France's sweet country with her fair array, 615|To see Orlando's face, which nevermore 615|Had beamed upon her sorrows, she would go; 615|But, for she knew not whither she would wend, 615|She from that part, in such a heavy swoon, 615|Admitted night in her last vest of black, 615|And on the road and in the city slept. 615|"But not the third day, with her that day 615|To heaven's high dome the damsel did repair, 615|To pay her uncle the requital due; 615|Took leave of her, without a farewell tear, 615|And parted thence, as if she would not see 615|Those eyes which in her heart had seen her die. 615|"She, with the rest, to heaven ascending steers 615|Upon the third day from her lodging-place; 615|Ascends a silver dome, which, like one bright 615|To shine through darkness, in the stately scale 615|Is set: so lovely is the dome above, 615|That we might think that from those eyes it came; 615|The rest, so fairer, of less majestic show: 615|So rich a court as to the dome ascends 615|Is seen, and 'tis no marvel there below, 615|When thou at home shouldst no long time in France 615|Have stayed to nurse thy sickness, and to bear 615|Thy sorrow and thy family's alarms. 615|"Now what the dame desires, is done by me; 615|And, from the feast to meet you, I have sped; 615|Of your desire what I report, be sure; 615|As well at once in this fair ring forego 615|My proper part, and let your eyes alone 615|In this great hall with me be mingled round. 615|"And do you see that lady is so great, 615|And has such state, and such good honour won, 615|That you the first in honour in the land 615|Are made your partner to the king of heaven? 615|For what can she more favour? what can I 615|Make for her, who loves me? yet she must be 615|Sufficient for herself; for, in my mind, 615|And which above in this your heart I rehearse. 615|"But when she is not such, what then remains 615|For us of wedlock here restored again 615|To one another, or the one-eyed dam 615|To be my partner and my partner fair? 615|Since I am blind, she must be of my sight, 615|Or in some other kind be void of me. 615|This is the law by which we have to do 615|To one another, if we but our spouse choose. 615|"What have I to do with this? I my spouse know, 615|If I am not at ease in seeing two; 615|Who, when I wed another, straight depart; 615|With all the world to wedlock must resort. 615|The law is such; and as the truth is true, 615|So shall we be within the sacred weal." 615|To him the other, thus he made reply: 615|"The law is good, and thou my spouse art, I, 615|Since thou my partner hast in all things prove, 615|Nor will I any other man dispute. 615|"For thee, if that thy wish is not fulfilled, 615|Wounded is by my sword, and thou art wed; 615|Forthwith I'll come withal to do my part; 615|And as my partner, for the royal dame 615|Assign me; I unto her will ride, 615|More than to those who in our place would hold. 615|"I will not, sir cavalier, my life 615|Depart unprovided from my purpose fair, 615|Since to be with her is my highest care, 615|And if with her I to the dame resign, 615|-- To lose my life, and forfeit my estate -- 615|I to my father will return no more. 615|"The king of France, in my behalf by right, 615|And all the other lords, will I unite; 615|And, for ======================================== SAMPLE 18720 ======================================== 38566|and the general shape and size of the structure. 38566|'There are three other characters, _aureus_, _prosp. 38566|_Rutilus_,' etc. These are only somewhat later additions. 38566|to the later Greek, the first being that of _eotens_ of 38566|civility] ('the friendless, homeless, and poor') with some 38566|political and national differences. These are to be found 38566|in this description of the early temples. He speaks of 38566|the ancient oratory as consisting of 'several small 38566|areas in a city made up of 'seventy high walls.' 38566|(12) 'Vultur' being a kind of 'wand' (3) in which the whole 38566|party of the election-day were called to act as a 38566|proxy. 38566|(13) These seven characters, formed by simple syllable clefts, 38566|were thus formed-- 38566|aureus amenable to the office of representing all 38566|cities, districts, and states; 38566|rutilus easy, ortus inconvenient 38566|to the public good. 38566|These were to be used, first of all, on the part of the 38566|candidates to induce their opponents to leave the 38566|course of the running. And so much the more necessary it is 38566|that the election should be held as a time of vigour and of 38566|pains. When it is clear that the contest is not to 38566|be resumed, there need be a more vigorous application of 38566|a more important, more successful device. For in the 38566|second part of the sixth paresis, or _cis-nil_, the candidate 38566|must persuade his opponent to make no application, and to 38566|make an application, when he wants the office of a representative. 38566|The first part of the sixth paresis, or _cis-four_, is to 38566|be the preparation and performance of a speech, or a 38566|question of the kind. The purpose here expressed of the candidate 38566|is the performance of this or any speech of a kind, and not to 38566|make it by a majority. But he is to be advised against 38566|the construction of a proposition which may be held by a 38566|very large variety of candidates, and by a much larger 38566|contribution. For the performance of such a question is not 38566|that of a representative, but of a political agent who acts 38566|for the good of a representative; it is that of the most important 38566|personality to form the body for the government of a country.] 38566|(14) These seven characters are expressed by each of 38566|these several characters in the 'Rutilus,' the representative, 38566|an agent of convenience and advantage. These are of course to be 38566|observed of the agent of political advantage, because that latter 38566|character is the representative of all things useful, useful, 38566|inferior, which come into the way of its being 38566|entertained--by the most violent destruction. But of the 38566|two, the more appropriate expression is that of a certain 38566|advantage, according as it will tend to render the agent of 38566|political advantage beneficent or beneficent towards himself, 38566|which is the benefit conferred upon the bearer. If this 38566|character, to which it is properly relative, be that it can 38566|be carried out, it will be the good or beneficent one. 38566|(15) The two most striking forms of this character are that of 38566|the 'saltarius' and that of the 'paulinus.' These terms have been 38566|supposed to signify a very particular and distinct thing. 38566|But I have shown before (Hym. i. pp. 478-83) that nothing 38566|could be more absurd, more absurd that a character would 38566|be called a 'saltarius' and be therefore certainly called a 38566|character.' And if the term of the Greek term should be 38566|'paulinus,' then the form 'saltare' would not be a 'character' 38566|because it is a representative of the more 38566|advanced form of the same thing or ======================================== SAMPLE 18730 ======================================== 22803|But this I could do, and thus 22803|I will not say, or ere I die, 22803|Whether I do this nor that; 22803|I will do it, even to the scorn 22803|To which ye hate me as you hate 22803|Thee, King Alcinous, and the throne 22803|To which thou bidest me aspire: 22803|And though my life from shame and guilt 22803|Seem a blot and stain to thee, 22803|I will not smite thee. Be thy will-- 22803|I have no choice. So let it be." 22803|But Hector, shamed in person at last, 22803|Stare with those small blue eyes down on earth, 22803|With such small blue eyes that his soul's wings, 22803|All over, and his spirit left bare 22803|As prey to all the winds of heaven, 22803|Thence was borne on outstretched arm 22803|Where the fair sea with the sun-washed sand 22803|Might catch him to his native land, 22803|And the strong waves of the Elysian valley 22803|Might sweep him back to hedonism. 22803|Sore he began to loathe his father, 22803|And hard to love his mother and his friends, 22803|And would not touch the book of Pan 22803|In the quiet study of his soul, 22803|Nor lift from earth the hand that plucked the bramble, 22803|Nor go beyond the bounds of Neptune's sea, 22803|For hate was more than love. Not now so proud, 22803|And not so young, his soul was weary. 22803|He yearned within him to be a tree, 22803|But the long years in a hundred heads 22803|Could not make one like him; so he stood 22803|As one without a name, an outcast grey, 22803|One that the sons of earth might name 22803|And make proud. On the plain and deeps of darkness 22803|Where he looked a ghost, a ghost of him; 22803|And as one without a voice he ran 22803|With the wild beasts of the woodland sound, 22803|Or went for birds in groves that the wild fowls 22803|Fell into the hollow of his hand, 22803|And of his mouth, the evil tree, 22803|Whereunder fell the stone that hid the God. 22803|He saw them, but he saw not what they were 22803|That did in him this strange compassion; 22803|And so for many a day and many a year 22803|A child he was, and sought alone 22803|For something, that he might become 22803|A form of utterance. At his last year, 22803|He was a man, and seemed the least man 22803|Anon, and not the greatest either 22803|Of all the myriad, of the myriad. 22803|And so at last the day and hour were both 22803|Changed with him, and all things new were done 22803|To pity him, and he fell asleep 22803|A-dreaming, and then woke with a cry, 22803|Not sleeping--he had lived and loved! And she, 22803|She of his house-guest, fair and strange, 22803|And lovely of her own, and all that men 22803|Had grown for her, and all the world's praise, 22803|Had lived and loved, and gone on living 22803|Ere day with him. With her fair face 22803|And soft voice, her white arms, her white hands, 22803|His heart went up to greet her, who was gone 22803|To take the fruit he had not brought. 22803|But the last spring of his life he stood 22803|Bowed with the burdens that his soul had borne, 22803|And cried, "O woman, by these tears 22803|I have no answer in the world or heaven!" 22803|And ever when he turned to look 22803|On her pale face, he thought, "She loved me, 22803|That my days may go as her days went, 22803|And all the love of her." 22803|He thought 22803|Of all his years of wandering, of all lands 22803|He had seen, and yet he knew one thing, ======================================== SAMPLE 18740 ======================================== 615|Nor may be told her words, who then was seen 615|By many a cavalier, of equal age, 615|And of a well-ridged, handsome, and well-bred breast; 615|And had but seldom, if any came, 615|She knew; -- as well she ought, for so her wits 615|Approved of one or other one of all: 615|"But when I came, and on a day was shown 615|The queen whose name ye told, and what her suit, 615|I knew my words were little of regret, 615|And I, a woman, could not say my say. 615|"Her I spoke, who was to meet me of France, 615|That I might learn some little truth of thee. 615|I knew nought in her, whereof I had told, 615|Except that she was beautiful and fair. 615|The wisest wits deem it folly good 615|For fools to know. She has a charm in her, 615|Like many charms in women at the best; 615|And I to make her mine a plot was hatched, 615|But all in vain: she had a wily eye. 615|"This maid, who ever bore a gallant mind, 615|I say, with one eye, and one will was bent; 615|Who, if no knight had loved her, I could say, 615|Had served withouten any other peer: 615|For I was sure that he was worthy, she, 615|To be his mistress and his lover too. 615|-- So good a thing is virtue, that we find, 615|In every age, its preservation dear. 615|"That she might prove, at last, her truth desired, 615|I had prepared to do, in all her aid, 615|As was my fashion in my humble clime, 615|So many adventures; but how much more 615|To know and believe her, and be sure, 615|Is ever (as I deemed) by a man 615|More gentle and more discreet than himself. 615|This thought I had, and would have got her true, 615|As well for her, if she had more or less, 615|-- To know, if she were fair indeed, -- 615|Yet all her actions and her words I deemed 615|Of such low nature, that were it known, 615|To be in truth a faithful lover, 615|It ne'er had pleased me to have been true. 615|"To think her fair, I could not think her fair, 615|That, when I heard her named, my thoughts turned there; 615|-- A goodly damsel, a nymph of fame 615|(Well known throughout all Europe) I said: 615|'What should she do?' -- that is, what course to tread -- 615|If she in love's corruption should fall. 615|'And so she does,' I cried; and as she said, 615|Him then my thoughts with her concurred: 615|So that our lives together are united, 615|Albeit I know how far apart we be. 615|"At first, our friendship was so light, I ween, 615|It might have weighed Love's scales with more than this: 615|Yet this belief would have brought to nought 615|All sorrow in my heart, if I had had 615|That feeling in my lady's heart I sought, 615|To turn the scales, though ill to find, to raise. 615|For, save in pity, I could not be 615|Wholly in love; not pleasing such a one, 615|Such noble sight to view, nor good to view 615|To me would be more pleasing than to do. 615|"She was of youthful years so good, and I 615|Of youthful courage, wherefore we should wend 615|So early to the shady wood, to find 615|The pleasant sunshine in this valley grey? 615|If I a youthful lady could have won, 615|My love would, as I have made it her, be mine. 615|If I a youthful lady could have won, 615|Yet if I should have this from her, -- and so 615|(Since it were surely fairer and more sage) 615|Love be as fair as ever might be, 615|Nor I not wholly fair, why should I say 615|That 'twas for her that she a love to me gave? 615|"For as, of what I say to ======================================== SAMPLE 18750 ======================================== 29345|And they had learned, to be proud of her. 29345|But I should be a fool 29345|To give up what I've gained 29345|To have a girl with hair like May, 29345|And eyes that are as blue 29345|As the sky above them. 29345|So I'd see her, and she-- 29345|There's nothing in the world that's good 29345|That's done is, is in the right, 29345|Since you are the only one, 29345|And the only one that's fair, 29345|And the only one true. 29345|So I have learned to take what good I've done, 29345|And run with it and go with it now, 29345|And love it and kiss it and live with it 29345|And have it without the fear of pain. 29345|But there's a place at the heart of the world 29345|Where it's not wise to ever forget, 29345|And there's hate and fear and hate and fear. 29345|And sometimes the love that's there will never fade-- 29345|You know what I know. 29345|There's a lady in the street 29345|Who takes my heart away, 29345|And never knows what it's doing 29345|Until she takes my heart away. 29345|There's a girl beside the sea 29345|Who takes my heart away; 29345|And every one says she's wicked, 29345|And every one says she's a thief. 29345|But I tell 'em I'm as weak 29345|As a house in the wild fox's way-- 29345|If I seek to get the wealth, 29345|She'll break me with cruelty or scorn. 29345|But if I ever get tired of her 29345|She'll love me to the last, and it'll be 29345|A treasure beyond her power, 29345|And I'll never understand-- 29345|But I will not forget! 29345|He was sitting in his room, 29345|A man and only man, 29345|For he had no money lying 29345|Yet all the world did grin. 29345|He was sitting in his room, 29345|In darkness and the night, 29345|When all at once I asked him, 29345|Was he a man or a fowl? 29345|"Oh, that's what I think of," he said, 29345|"When I think of you." 29345|She stood in her garden place 29345|Beside the rose and the line, 29345|And he said, "I'll have it so 29345|The flowers will bloom again for me 29345|One day"--I was so afraid 29345|But he said there was no way 29345|That the roses would know--and, oh, 29345|How the night had changed! 29345|He was sitting in his room, 29345|With roses hanging above; 29345|He leaned against a leafy tree 29345|When I went in for tea. 29345|He looked at me, and he said, 29345|"In vain do I look back"-- 29345|I had given him money there 29345|When he gave me the fare. 29345|He was sitting in his room 29345|At sunset, when the sky 29345|Was the same sky ever since 29345|When I went in for tea. 29345|He was sitting in his room, 29345|But the stars he did not see, 29345|So he thought they would sink away 29345|But they missed him in the dark. 29345|He was sitting in his room, 29345|When the wind was up and down, 29345|And I told him he must go away 29345|Wherever that might be. 29345|Beside the water in the twilight 29345|And out of the twilight 29345|In the water he stood and asked me 29345|"Are you lonely now? 29345|Have you lost your lonely face and heart 29345|And all the friendship of your world, 29345|And all the strength that made you strong?" 29345|I am broken, I, his bride, 29345|And I am broken 29345|That he asked me this! 29345|For a long weary time I have wished 29345| ======================================== SAMPLE 18760 ======================================== 2428|And all the pleasures which your bosom own? 2428|"But now I have a lover:--he 2428|Cries, 'Fetch the dog, and you shall have him.' 2428|And do you say my dog is fat? 2428|Pray, is my dog so lean and small? 2428|Nay, he is not thin; he is not lean, 2428|But there's not an inch of skin on him: 2428|He's a dog of a high degree. 2428|"A horse was once a man alone; 2428|A horse was known by his beard, 2428|And he went to the church, and he said, 2428|'I am a dog. So pray God send 2428|A new creation to my aid.' 2428|"And they came in, and they'd a party, 2428|To have their oats, and to sit; 2428|Of ten, that made an acre of ground 2428|Was chosen first and last; 2428|The house was left to his beard, 2428|The garden to his hand; 2428|"But the last was more a man, 2428|And the first less, because his eye 2428|Was larded up with dust. 2428|"All the farmer's dog, that said the word, 2428|And all the shepherd's dog, that said 2428|The word and went away, 2428|Were chosen last, because they were men: 2428|And they thought to go abroad. 2428|"But when they made their acre and stood 2428|In the yard, they thought to stand; 2428|For they knew but to look where they stood, 2428|And they could not stand again: 2428|"So they were voted lords and knaves, 2428|And called in the circle of nine, 2428|To swear a vow in the name 2428|Of the dog which they had eaten. 2428|"The first of the Nine was a fool, 2428|And that was his dog, John Bull: 2428|"The next was a lawyer's dog, 2428|And that was his dog, Bully Chow; 2428|"The next was a sailor's dog, 2428|And that was his dog, Jack Terrier; 2428|"The next was a courtier's dog, 2428|And that was his dog, Prince Zuff. 2428|"The next when I see make dog's sign, 2428|And put my finger at sign, 2428|And then I know the hand 2428|Of a lawyer's dog at sign." 2428|A good dog and a good friend? 2428|He was very much a friend; 2428|But a dog and a friend, you see, 2428|Might not be both together. 2428|Thus thought the proud and self-righteous 2428|Dog of the country side; 2428|And as time went on and better laws 2428|Made his misrule complete, 2428|He got masters and deans, and won 2428|His master's right to dog. 2428|Now in the church, where all is talk, 2428|And where the people chiefly range, 2428|A dog and his friend are living side by side; 2428|And there is nothing very strange or at all 2428|In this; for dog and dog are very much 2428|Both at church, and in the church at hand. 2428|PRAY, what do you believe? 2428|To be poor and bad at religion, 2428|Or to be both? 2428|You never ask the ground 2428|On which this division is drawn, 2428|Unless you wish to know. 2428|The poor and mean 2428|Are nothing less; the great are more: 2428|If all were made by God, 2428|Nature would not be in health, 2428|But good in every creature. 2428|Wherein this division is drawn, 2428|'Tis by the will of God is meant, 2428|'Tis by the great man's will is meant. 2428|Wherein this division is drawn, 2428|'Tis that the great man's will is good 2428|That binds together the poor and mean 2428|Is made of virtue and vice. 2428|For ======================================== SAMPLE 18770 ======================================== 9889|The wreaths I wear to-night, 9889|In memory of my Lady's grave, 9889|Should be, by way of memento, 9889|A laurel-leaf of bays. 9889|Dear Lady! when thy memory of us 9889|In dreams has brought again 9889|Such happiness, such restlessness, 9889|When thy soul and I 9889|Are blent by spirit with happiness 9889|And bliss above measure-- 9889|Oh, then, sweet Lady, take that smile 9889|And give it sweetest place 9889|In every thought of thine, for now 9889|There lurks no doubting, worry-- 9889|For now it has my heart--and now 9889|I find thy love's remoter goal 9889|In all God's worlds. 9889|For me, oh, keep this bays, which in 9889|Your soul to me belong; 9889|Forgive, oh, forgive, our bitter words 9889|When thus our souls and words made one 9889|In every thought within us two 9889|With only one another known, 9889|And all our hope, and all our dream, 9889|And all our joy, and all our bliss, 9889|And all our love's delights, 9889|By that one token which we cast 9889|In thine own heart. 9889|Thy soul to me--and all our rest 9889|Of peace and freedom there! 9889|Our love, forsooth! our hope, 9889|And all our pleasure here; 9889|Our love, our hope, our love's sweet rest 9889|And peace and joy of heart: 9889|Our love, our hope, our love's remoter bliss 9889|In love's greater heights. 9889|Oh, take that smile, that tear, that tearful smile 9889|Whose tenderness and ruth 9889|Have set me, at thy side, 9889|And made me feel again 9889|That which I saw and felt no more, 9889|But, in its darkness once, revealed 9889|A presence more than all thought seen 9889|Or knowledge knows. 9889|Oh, let thy soul in me 9889|Its own, pure soul and free! 9889|Its light be all unveiled! 9889|Let love be in its soul! 9889|Let love be everywhere, 9889|And in that purity, its own, 9889|The soul of man be--thine! 9889|For though, befogged, and bewildered, 9889|I find, befogged yet, 9889|No face of man! no soul! 9889|All has been revealed to thee, 9889|A face of marble; 9889|A spirit of the purest gold 9889|Arose unto thee; 9889|It shone upon thine eyes 9889|As in the deep, clear heaven 9889|A light to ours. 9889|It shone with gentle will, 9889|A glory of true light, 9889|Like rays of heaven 9889|Or sunlight. 9889|It set itself before thee 9889|A face of marble! 9889|It hid Himself a space 9889|Within thy hand; yet sure 9889|This soul, this soul of mine, 9889|Arose unto thee. 9889|In this, in this, thy place, 9889|Thou saint of souls! 9889|In this,--oh, God! thou hast 9889|A perfect heart! 9889|And thou, thou angel, thou, 9889|Hast come to give 9889|Thy name to me 9889|Whose name of thee 9889|Is blot out all. 9889|Thy own divine name! 9889|'T is not my own name I bear; 9889|I had it as a child 9889|Sits on thy grave; 9889|When I am buried deep 9889|By thee, 9889|The place I name shall be 9889|The grave of thee. 9889|And still I say to thee: 9889|Thy love 9889|Has raised me from the dust! 9889|Thy own, thine 9889|Has kept as a child ======================================== SAMPLE 18780 ======================================== 3650|I knew you loved me, dear friend! 3650|And if, in a last-minute flurry 3650|Of tender thought, 3650|You sought to prove each hint I brought 3650|That proved you right, 3650|My gracious smile and gentle eye 3650|Had all the guile. 3650|But, with the noon's westering ray 3650|I sped in hopes you'd fail, 3650|That, in the coming day, the wrong 3650|I only wrought to show, 3650|And you'd pass without a word 3650|Your lingering course along 3650|With grace divine to show, 3650|And bid me know it, dear, you loved me, 3650|And that I was right. 3650|Well, ah, how different it is now! 3650|The very same young heart! 3650|That, like the star that flamed so brightly, 3650|Shone with more faint sweet light-- 3650|The star that trembled to the very verge, 3650|And now more brightly burns-- 3650|The fairest crystal of the heavens is shattered 3650|To show a woman's face. 3650|Ah me! how very changed! the very same, 3650|In features mild and sweet. 3650|One had the youth of her own tender youth, 3650|And bloom was in her cheek; 3650|The other's soiled and wrinkled, wrinkled more, 3650|The very image of Law. 3650|My heart is heavy with the memory 3650|Of all those kindly greetings past, 3650|When hand in hand we wandered side by side, 3650|And shared in the delights of life. 3650|How slight, how passing strange the changes seem! 3650|How dim the early smiles! 3650|But we were friends; and more, we shared in the good 3650|The sorrow changed our hearts to gray. 3650|And we must meet no more in earth's beauties, 3650|No more in the rapture of spring; 3650|But we must part in some future desolations 3650|That follow the ruinous growths. 3650|But ah! what hope of Paradise can rest 3650|Beneath the sad, brown, earth-brown mould! 3650|We shall not meet in the cool boughs of fern again, 3650|Or walk by the water again. 3650|I shall not see your eyes, so tender and true, 3650|Nor hear your voice, so deep and low; 3650|But the old loneliness will haunt me anon, 3650|And the old waste will vex my dream. 3650|I shall not see the yellow leaves upon the tree, 3650|Or hear the cricket's quick round 3650|Above the spring; for ye are now no more, 3650|Sweet friends, of my April-troubled heart. 3650|But I shall read your proud immortal verses, 3650|As peaceful and serene, 3650|As patterns of your nobler deeds, 3650|In the cool places of the Earth. 3650|Oh read them o'er again, ye gentle ones, 3650|With the dear voices of your sires! 3650|They taught us what unutterable art, 3650|Can bring us again again, 3650|When the world has changed, and pain, and tears, 3650|And earth, a more beautiful place 3650|Than even April's. 3650|I've oft been near yon green hillside; 3650|I've oft been near yon wild stream; 3650|I've oft been on yon little island, 3650|Where the sparrows coo, and caw, and coo; 3650|And there I heard a little infant crying, 3650|For he loved--a poor, mean, little child. 3650|Heaven forgive me! what have I done, 3650|That, in that country, I should turn 3650|To listen to such senseless crying? 3650|Or, O my father! if thou know 3650|Where my child was roaming, give me 3650|Thy own--my father's angel-wing! 3650|Thy wings of angel-wings can flutter 3650|From bower to bower, from tree to tree; 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 18790 ======================================== 28591|We'll go without to-morrow, 28591|And so we'll make a great deal of noise, 28591|Though you may come to make it. 28591|We'll come as early as possible; 28591|But if we come too soon, 28591|We'll ask you to give for victuals 28591|A scanty store of bread. 28591|We'll come as many times as needed; 28591|But if we stay so long, 28591|We'll take no victuals at all for victuals, 28591|But give a loud "Amen." 28591|If you are a great man--to be 28591|A great man are more than rule or crown; 28591|You may be great by gaining for all, 28591|But you must not be great by gain. 28591|A strong mind by little things can sway 28591|To acts of valor or self-prescience; 28591|A well-moted car, with just a touch 28591|Of luck, is a great car; 28591|And so be worthier. 28591|A mighty kingdom gained or lost 28591|Is not your earthly kingdom; 28591|To be great is to sit at rest, 28591|Then speak, and let a world go by. 28591|A small thing has a mighty sway; 28591|A little thing, or ever; 28591|A little thing from day to day 28591|Is greatness made. 28591|A great man thinks the thoughts that rise 28591|In him, his kingdom; 28591|And a mean thing seeks renown 28591|By what he suffers; 28591|A mean thing by himself believes, 28591|And does a great thing, and seeks to do. 28591|A mean thing is a mean thing-- 28591|For, in the great man's heart, there lives 28591|No selfishness, no care, but joy. 28591|A mean thing, or in some way found 28591|To hurt the heart or wound the hand, 28591|Is nothing at all. 28591|There is no wise word for the soul 28591|Or wisdom in the words of death; 28591|I will not tell it in my rhyme, 28591|Nor tell it in the words of death. 28591|If there were words of death, 28591|Then the great dead would speak; 28591|But words of death are words of birth. 28591|Not in the words of birth, 28591|But in the words of death. 28591|Life is all life; 28591|Life is to live; 28591|Life is to cherish; 28591|Life is to live; 28591|Life is the goal. 28591|No life is denied, 28591|And if we live in this wise way 28591|We shall all live to die. 28591|A hundred miles and more 28591|With your arms folded, my sweet; 28591|Ten thousand, nay, many a thousand miles 28591|Afoot, and still my lover, he; 28591|Ten thousand miles, and onward, and yet still 28591|My love and lover, he. 28591|He who has borne the burden, 28591|That God, that Nature, is for our delight, 28591|And nothing but for our pleasure, 28591|To have for evermore 28591|The thing we long for, while life is ours, 28591|I will walk, if my love and I be there. 28591|I will go if I may 28591|When life shall be all finished; 28591|I'll go by night or by day, 28591|If life will last my love and I be there. 28591|I will live, if my love shall not be there 28591|That there can be no ending; 28591|I'll take a road to go 28591|And meet my kiss at every dawn. 28591|I'll marry whom I please, 28591|Nor wed until my love be there; 28591|But if my love should wed 28591|Some other fair and worthy maid, 28591|And we be poor, yet marry I will. 28591|I'll marry whomever I will, 28591|Or marry whomever best I choose, 28591|Or marry whomever I disdain, 28591|And wed whomever ======================================== SAMPLE 18800 ======================================== 5198|And if they want a war, I'll be the man to wage it; 5198|As if I were not able to do all things myself, 5198|I can at least do something--_do_. 5198|The man that goes abroad to march with his lords and hearers, 5198|To do the bidding of the army that never was seen, 5198|To conquer and to make a peace that cannot be kept, 5198|Is but a soldier that the soldiery can command; 5198|To serve, when all soldiers are in camp, is a task more dainty 5198|Than that of mighty Cromwell or Napoleon on earth. 5198|My father was the son of my mother's first husband; 5198|The boy, through all his growth in life, was ever in love; 5198|There was never a greater head-hunting, more brilliant eye, 5198|Than that which, like a lover, drew the man to his bride: 5198|The sun, in his setting, hath but small beam to bestow 5198|On a fairer morning than the sun on this day once did on it. 5198|From that hour we loved each other in friendship's bond, 5198|And sought to be happy with no other sight of bliss; 5198|The days when we were united, were nights at deepest Noon, 5198|The days when we were estranged, were days when we were divided. 5198|Oh! never was my mind at freedom's gates set, like the mind 5198|That which, at the old wooden gate, would drive its slave to roam. 5198|We met and parted in friendship's bond, like souls in heaven: 5198|O'er the old forge-front, on the old hearth, in the old yard, 5198|When my mother's old friend, the soldier, at home would come; 5198|His heart was like the brave heart of my sire, that beats a brother; 5198|A soldier he would roam, would war from morn till night, 5198|Would make the world's wars, and triumph in each great victory. 5198|He came and went like a stranger, till at last, in exile 5198|He left me in chains with my mother, for a soldier's wife; 5198|And we had parted, he faring far and wide the world over, 5198|And my father was a beggar in exile, my father to his land. 5198|I did not know my father, till he sent for my mother, 5198|To bid me look for my father--my father must be near; 5198|It could not be long, for I made promise to look often, 5198|And all my hopes would fail me, if I did, but they were near. 5198|I looked for him oftener than it had been years ago, 5198|But I found him dead beneath a fallen oak on the Saxon's land; 5198|He was a man of all men, but most dearly to me his knight. 5198|'O wherefore my thoughts so stray in distant parts? 5198|My father died ere he reached thirty, my mother after seven; 5198|There is no kinsman now to claim my heart, no father now 5198|To cheer my heart, or bid me wish me where he would have me fare. 5198|My father's bones are on the Saxon's land; the Saxon's hands 5198|Are still upon my heart, as they are on death's--and now he is dead. 5198|'O, wherefore my heart so stray for ever? On, and away! 5198|My heart is weary, for I go to seek my friend once more: 5198|O fly with me, and leave thy mother, and thy sire, and mine; 5198|For I may never wake the boy I did not wake a thousand years ago.' 5198|Soon as the summer sun was quenched, her father, with a heavy 5198|heart beat high, as he turned to leave her; and the wind, 5198|sorrowing for the absence of his son, how came she to this spot. 5198|The wind arose and wailed, as if it felt his absence, but not 5198|for fear of his heartlessness; it would not leave her by his side 5198|Till it had mourned nine whole days on end, and the long days were done. 5198|'O father, ======================================== SAMPLE 18810 ======================================== 1279|It 's a' the newe auld rickets wi' you; 1279|Lang and lang may we be fley'd to-day-- 1279|Gi'e up the newe auld rickets wi' you. 1279|Sing, O sing, for weary hearts like mine! 1279|The moorland's durl 's in our bonie carrion; 1279|It's gude to be on the moorland o' a'-- 1279|Lang and lang, for a' we'll be on the moorland o' a'! 1279|The thistle is white and sweet, 1279|The daisy is red and true; 1279|The rose is green and red; 1279|The primrose white and pale 1279|But wha is nearest to me, 1279|My love and I? 1279|To the greenwood then we'll gae, 1279|Or wander aneath the shamrock's shoot 1279|When the sun waneth, haud na'! 1279|For a love-knot I' th' dark, 1279|Wi' the birk sae burnish'd wi' the dew; 1279|By the bonnie burn grows the bonnie burn, 1279|When sweet Spring comes hame! 1279|I'm just a wee laddie i' the lane, 1279|A wee laddie auld and dainty; 1279|And my love is aye fair - 1279|My true, my dear laddie! 1279|His hair is ae hangglings a', 1279|In his purse is a bluid o't; 1279|He has a gowden settin candle, 1279|And he taulds, "I will get a bride"! 1279|When the warl's auld, the warl's the thing for me, 1279|For a bonnie, bonnie, bonnie lass o't, 1279|O, but her braw new spune be a bonnie white finger, 1279|And her cheek as red as a cherry! 1279|The winter was come on wi' its snaws, 1279|And the wild waves roar'd in their fury; 1279|As we rock'd on the ice-cold wave, 1279|We fear'd the tempest our coffer'd hulls would chafe; 1279|But Hairy Dan gave us a boost, 1279|And a break did fourank us shore - 1279|"Awhoo, my laddie! come let us freeze, 1279|And I'll aye be cheer'd when I've liv'd!" 1279|I 've liv'd my life at the slaps and the nods o' the nun, 1279|And now I 'll sing my song to the grave; 1279|I 've rigg'd my cogs, an' coost my pennies, 1279|In Aberdeen, Scotland: 1279|And my penny I got for a devil o' a leal, 1279|But ae way over the border to France, 1279|I 've wander'd-a, sho! 1279|Through Fife, through Lewis, an' o'er the border too, 1279|I 've wander'd-a, sho! 1279|There aften did I see the sweetest sight on the lea, 1279|There aye did I see a face that was ever so sweet, 1279|For it gaed to the grave in the naething but fourank it did say, 1279|"Oh for a laddie wi' his gowden hair, 1279|With his eyes siller and his bonnie bairn's e'en, 1279|And his aith was so bonnie and hie, 1279|That it seem'd to my young bairn's e'en 1279|"Thou laddie! thou laddie! thou laddie! 1279|Hast thou a gowden at thy side? 1279|Is thy bride at thy feet, 1279|Or thy lady sweet and fair? 1279|"Or art thou a warlock, or a goblin wild, 1279|A goblin with a fairy's grace, 1279|That wanders o'er ilka green glen; 1279|Or is't a spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 18820 ======================================== 1287|And now I'll take you to my song 1287|And you will hear the story too. 1287|Now come! now come! come closer 1287|To my heart, and you shall hear too: 1287|What if the old, fair hill 1287|With its fair daughters, should forsake, 1287|Whilst it stands by the blue deep? 1287|If the fair-tressed fays should stray 1287|And the young will follow-- 1287|Yet they'll not forget the tale 1287|Which I sing of the sea-foam sea! 1287|And the sweetest flowers I've seen 1287|Have been formed of the bright waves; 1287|And the sweetest, sweetest bird 1287|Is formed of the sea-water too. 1287|And I've seen what's quite a sight 1287|When the waters go a-swimming 1287|With the fair and good and brave. 1287|Then 'tis sweetest when with the dear 1287|They are swimming in the sea, 1287|But the birds and I must sing 1287|Of a fairer world than life to me. 1287|And now come in! it is time 1287|That I leave my lonely tower; 1287|Why dost thou stay so fondly, 1287|If I must depart so soon? 1287|How should I fare away so soon, 1287|If my heart must ever pine, 1287|That love with love for a time must dwell 1287|But the hour is coming fast, 1287|And the time may not be soon run, 1287|So come in! I must away 1287|Far away from this island, 1287|This island far from here. 1287|Yes! it is there! yon hill 1287|With its fair daughters shall decay! 1287|Ah! well, and may it be! 1287|No! it shall not! alas! 1287|Come, lovely youth, away, 1287|To the hill-top now! 1287|Oh, the happy time is near! 1287|With the sea-mist here shall be blest 1287|All the birds with all their sings-- 1287|Sweet! the sea-sponge! 1287|Come and make thyself quite plain, 1287|As it nears its whitest; 1287|Come, my pretty child! 1287|To its shining mirror see 1287|The pearles, the ambers, 1287|Which are growing like pearls; 1287|And see, through all the room, 1287|All the gems that now are light, 1287|The sapphires, the diamonds, 1287|Which, in the air, are blown! 1287|See all now like a mirror shine! 1287|And thou, my friend, thy bosom feel, 1287|As thou too lookest now 1287|Into the glassy, mirror bright, 1287|And seeest well, whene'er 1287|Thy heart, thy eye, thy hair do rest, 1287|The pearl like that will shine. 1287|And when, methinks, thou'lt reach the height, 1287|Where now thou'rt gazing thus! 1287|Upon a page that thy hand, 1287|As thy eye does, gazing, view'st, 1287|A pearl thy bosom's blossom is! 1287|I feel sure, when thou'lt reach the height, 1287|And reach the crown, too, of youth, 1287|In which there is neither flame nor frost, 1287|And there can neither snow nor frost. 1287|Then thou'lt see thyself, from out the snow 1287|And sunshine, to the bright green ice 1287|Which, though it are there, in the storm, 1287|To thine eyes its snowy splendour sends. 1287|I feel sure, when thou'lt reach that height, 1287|Thou'lt see the rainbow of youth's day.-- 1287|The fair young woman then will then 1287|Be adorned with flowers most bright. 1287|And the fair maiden's bosom will 1287|Be adorned likewise with flowers. 1287|What if the fair young woman die, 1287|And leave thee to lament alone?-- 1287|When ======================================== SAMPLE 18830 ======================================== 18238|The airy, loping music 18238|That fills the valley, 18238|The sound of the silver brook, 18238|The sound of the hemlocks, 18238|And the dew on the pines and the sun. 18238|And all of the birds above, 18238|And the flowers along our pathway, 18238|And a voice that is mute beside us. 18238|And I, a child at heart, 18238|Forget my sorrows, forget, forget, 18238|I will dream of the golden day, 18238|We went down one day 18238|To the woods and the river, 18238|Through the fragrant blanket, 18238|Over the far-off meadow-lands. 18238|You laughed from the white hawthorn, 18238|You laughed from the ferny croon, 18238|And bade me wait upon you, 18238|You laughed from the meadows, 18238|You laughed from the meadows and pools. 18238|I turned and frowned to you, 18238|But no one laughed with me, 18238|For we had come to a river 18238|In the days of old, 18238|The river with tumbled stones, 18238|And we had come to a river 18238|Through life's stormy ways. 18238|It seemed a sad river, 18238|In my dreaming land, 18238|With sunken bridges, 18238|And broken bridgeways far down 18238|In the days of old, 18238|That led to a river, 18238|In the dreams of youth, 18238|With its pools of whiteness, whiteness, 18238|And whiteness far away, 18238|And the whiteness of the morning-glories 18238|Bending low to the brook 18238|In the days of long ago, 18238|And all the white faces of the larkspur 18238|Glimmering among the green, 18238|And all the lilies and the gillyflowers 18238|Fluttering and smiling above, 18238|And all the lilacs blowing white whist 18238|In the day-dreams of my heart. 18238|The days of old, the days of long ago 18238|We did forget as a dream, 18238|For the river had floated back to the woods, 18238|Its banks and its bridges gone, 18238|And I stood again beside my own, 18238|A child in Paradise, 18238|And walked in the woods and ran and ran, 18238|In the days of long ago. 18238|I came home from the hills at sunset, 18238|The long dark trail of rain 18238|Budding and cleaving like the tracery 18238|Of a river for ever and aye, 18238|Along that border shore 18238|Where the rivers of the west wind come, 18238|And the sea and sky are one,-- 18238|And the hills, and to and fro 18238|The whirling river's tide goes by. 18238|I came home from the hills at sunset, 18238|Stirred in the darkness of the dark, 18238|And then I lay with my limbs 18238|Vast as the wide, unmeasured sea, 18238|Where the clouds and light and sound and sea 18238|Shall meet at last to be one whole, eternal night. 18238|I came home from the hills at sunset, 18238|With the rush and roar of wave and breeze, 18238|And I heard the night birds singing 18238|In the leaves above me, and the night wind 18238|Faint as a lost child's voice,-- 18238|And the hills, and their white lilies' scent, 18238|And the night, and the sunset sky. 18238|I came, as the sun, at sunset, 18238|Across the plains to the great sea-port, 18238|Across the gates wherein I had been, 18238|To the land of mine own race. 18238|All my country was mine at sunset, 18238|Myr, an island with blue sands alone, 18238|Wherein a girl, not half so old 18238|And fair as I, stood lonely, 18238|Singing the song the seas bring, 18238|B ======================================== SAMPLE 18840 ======================================== 1280|I know that we are here because God called us. 1280|We know how far behind you have to fall, 1280|How much our weakness makes you underrun. 1280|Why won't we be brave, why won't we be men? 1280|Well, our time is coming--we are going to die. 1280|What should we do but toiled away to-day, 1280|To work again, and strive. Who knows in what ways? 1280|What else could we do? Even now my thoughts 1280|Are working in your old hearts. 1280|The first line of the great book of life 1280|Is this: "Be love thy guide and lever, 1280|Love only, be nothing, show love!" 1280|There we have it, for our reason in God. 1280|No man has the right to cut an arm off. 1280|In a dream. 1280|And yet what if his children grow up men? 1280|The time will come when we shall be no more. 1280|My brother, I have known you but a month. 1280|I have not known you work. 1280|If they work who do not work, 1280|What have those two months to do with their life 1280|Just like the others, all of them? 1280|You are young, and all of them are old. 1280|How will they get on? 1280|One day you are a poet, as all of you, 1280|And after that you will fade and go to pot. 1280|I am going back to tell them a secret, 1280|How the other was born a man who lived 1280|In the midst of his life, as you now do: 1280|I went down to a clinic 1280|And saw a man there who was dying-- 1280|No use crying here. 1280|"Are you awake? You need something." 1280|"I can't breathe." 1280|"Your head aches." 1280|"You need some rest." 1280|What can I do for you? 1280|"You need a bed," 1280|"I'm dying." 1280|"What will I do for you?" 1280|"Run away." 1280|What will I do for you? 1280|You need a way to see the world 1280|And understand it. 1280|For once in the history of man, 1280|As a child, I took to the sky, 1280|And dreamed of stars and the Milky Way, 1280|And fell asleep. 1280|As the sun sinks behind the Western mountains and the moon 1280|And the sky grows larger, 1280|The hills with their valleys of smoke and a mist of smoke 1280|Throb and are stilled, 1280|And the clouds of a long night drifting in from the West 1280|Are the ghosts of clouds of the days of long ago. 1280|Thus the hills go by, the valleys still remain 1280|And the people live and are happy. 1280|From a dream, 1280|From another dream, I see 1280|The people coming slowly, slowly, to the hills. 1280|Saying: Here, we love you and our country, 1280|We shall not go away! 1280|In their hearts, in their minds, 1280|The mountain people are listening. 1280|The huddled and silent people, 1280|The women and children, 1280|Weeping out in terror from the top of the hill, 1280|The white men, the warriors, the strong men, 1280|The hungry, the thirsty, the cold, the hungry 1280|and sick, 1280|The beautiful, the homeless, the lonely, 1280|The people with no land to call their own 1280|But a sky covered with cloud and a white world's brim, 1280|A world without star and a sky without sun 1280|And people without life--like a dream, 1280|Weaving and weaving, weaving and weaving, 1280|Till we have a garment for all these things! 1280|In our dreams the sun comes out, the white cloud 1280|drops and disappears. 1280|The great sun on the mountain 1280|goes out, 1280|The sun goes out of the sky. ======================================== SAMPLE 18850 ======================================== 37804|The lightnings flash, the storm-clouds close 37804|And with him went his love in sleep 37804|To the black wood, where there with light they made 37804|Some little cave, and there did lay them down 37804|To hear the winds, to look upon the ground 37804|And touch with their own hands the hidden flowers. 37804|Till the spring-time came, they knew not why 37804|They suffered thus. Yet when it came to be 37804|The gods had been away long: but then 37804|A wind arose, and so they slept again. 37804|Now when they came again, they found, alas! 37804|Their cave was sunk: so with much labour pressed 37804|They broke it in pieces, and with each one's part 37804|Did all prepare some new creation's birth; 37804|And now, as most the tale may well be told, 37804|They built a city and a pyre within, 37804|And cast therein the wood for fire, which soon 37804|Gasped out its breath; then from the pyre 37804|They boiled it up again, and then the flames 37804|Did burn and climb. But when they looked around 37804|No pyre was there; nought was there within 37804|The wood, and nought of fire; but with the same 37804|The very flowers were silent, as they said. 37804|Thus now the wood was purified so 37804|From all the smoak, all the boughs, and all 37804|The straw and the aconite, that it showed 37804|That all the blossoms were dead, or dying now, 37804|And nothing grew within it; and they told 37804|That none could tell how the flowers were changed, 37804|Or what had changed: but still they seem'd to be, 37804|And grew to perfect innocence, that seem'd 37804|Too innocent for such a foul and evil life. 37804|So they passed with little weeping on, 37804|And took the little stones for roofs thereof: 37804|And on the day of their oblation 37804|Did offer sacrifice unto the gods, 37804|And gave a wedding-cake with white and red 37804|For a fair bride, and paid their vow of love; 37804|And so to fair Elysium they went. 37804|But when she saw how dark the wood was grown 37804|And the great trees had not yet come down 37804|To their true earth, and in what course they must 37804|Be droop'ring or wax'er; she, her arms 37804|Laid upon her dusky breasts as she fled, 37804|Cried aloud, 'Why do you do this thing, Fair! 37804|Why thus oppress us in this dark old age, 37804|Our time, and our proper light?' 37804|When she came to a stream 37804|Which was full and gently flowing, 37804|She dived beneath the water, 37804|And pluck'd up flowers alone, 37804|And laid them where she would have drowned. 37804|'And now I come to drown myself,' 37804|'Why else have ye in such haste to come? 37804|Why come ye not before my death, 37804|And see what ye shall carry hence?' 37804|Said Artemis, 'Fair lord, it is too rash 37804|In you that dost this thing. For I have seen 37804|The sun and moon, and their dear friends slain, 37804|And heard the wild swans' melancholy cry. 37804|'And if ye should come and live with me, 37804|And we should be content with blissful song, 37804|Till the poor end come, you then should not be 37804|What I have made you now, nor ever be 37804|Like those lost that I kept here in the sea 37804|For a day, but should come for evermore.' 37804|'O fair and fair, though my heart break, 37804|Fair love, though my blood run cold, 37804|For all is in this cave, 37804|I have love enough to drown.' 37804|Then the fair queen made her entrance 37804|With her hand of purple hue: 37804|Then the queen said, 'Are ye but true, 37804|Or if this life ======================================== SAMPLE 18860 ======================================== 27126|In the end, I will find my death, 27126|And it will be in vain. 27126|God, forgive my heart, though I have wrong'd it! I have erred. 27126|I have been guilty, and the truth is, it was God that made me. 27126|God forgive me! God forgive! 27126|I have sinned against the sacred will of His great Spirit, 27126|And as such I shall stand in God's righteous court ever. 27126|I will never hurt you. He has told me so. 27126|I will never hurt you, or take from you a taint of sin. 27126|I will speak with your soul and make known to you my will, 27126|If your soul will listen, and will follow the path that I go. 27126|God will not take you far, nor take you to the end. 27126|If you do not listen, then I shall kill you. 27126|No, no; the end has not come yet. 27126|We have passed through great perils in our journey, 27126|But the road is long, and the time is brief. 27126|There are who will love you. God will make you their friend, 27126|The one friend that they can have for a whole life long. 27126|We have gone mad in the journey. 27126|We have gone mad without any warning. 27126|We have sinned as a people sinned at the outset, 27126|And we think to make God's will, but we will leave Him not. 27126|God says not to go mad, but the road is long; 27126|God will find the way to the end, and He will be happy. 27126|God will find that path, I know. 27126|God will find, and you will not be lost. 27126|There is no other life for me. 27126|I have seen great things in my journey. 27126|I have heard great songs in my journey, 27126|And it is not without a song or two. 27126|I have seen great men, and they were great in their youth, 27126|And they are dead, and they are cold in their sombre age. 27126|They have lived in a narrow path for a little while, 27126|They have built their lives upon a narrow road, 27126|But the narrow road is old, and it reaches to Eternity. 27126|Their lives all have been one way, but their hearts are not yet one. 27126|Let the little people be. 27126|They shall guide me to all the wisdom that I seek; 27126|And I shall learn it of the wise. 27126|I know the road is long; 27126|The little people are not yet; 27126|I shall learn by the way they go. 27126|I know where the great rivers of the world are flowing; 27126|God will make me their master and guide me to my own. 27126|I know my heart is sick, and I shall find relief in the mountains, 27126|Which are ready to bear my load of sorrow. 27126|And I shall rest on what the mountains are saying, 27126|And I shall love the mountains, and I shall love my mountains. 27126|I know there is nothing in the world more real and lasting, 27126|And nothing good outside of the mountains. 27126|I know that the rivers have their way, and I shall learn to know 27126|The things that I shall see. 27126|They come to me from the mountains, and whisper to me from afar, 27126|Which of the little people here that are here to-day 27126|Would find the road to my heart, and carry the burden to Heaven? 27126|What if you were the little farmer-girl of the fields, 27126|The darling that the fields call daughter, daughter of the moor, 27126|The life of the fields, the life of the moor, 27126|If you were my old-fashioned dear--my dear, not the little girl 27126|That I see in my dreams--but then you would miss, not you, 27126|The moor or the river, the good things all, 27126|The land to the west, or the good life to the east, 27126|The mountains to the south or north, 27126|The fields to the south or north, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 18870 ======================================== 2888|"I'll sing him to the tune, if that's his way." 2888|I'm a bit a crook, too, sir, 2888|It's best that, I beg your pardon." 2888|I can sing, and I can dance, 2888|A-ploughing, and a-mowing, 2888|And I can sow, and I can reaper, 2888|As well as any chap: 2888|As well as any chap.-- 2888|I'm a bit a crook, ah, sir, 2888|And so I beg your pardon. 2888|I'm a-ploughing in the fall, 2888|As I was when I was a lad, 2888|My hat off to the blythe Spring, 2888|I'm a bit a crook, ah, sir, 2888|And so I beg your pardon. 2888|If you're a lady, and want a kiss, 2888|Give me my five pound gold; 2888|Give me the ruff, with the ribbon down, 2888|The ribbon and the gold, 2888|For I'm a brawler and a crook, sir-- 2888|What think you, is your wits undone? 2888|A-marchin' round the street, 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|And a-jogin' to dine, sir. 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|If I should sleep so sound, 2888|I ne'er forget I'm a brawler too, 2888|I ne'er forget I'm a brawler. 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|Where the parson'll cut the corn, sir? 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|Where the parson'll cut the corn, sir? 2888|I'll give you sixpence with a jockey-bid, 2888|If you'll kiss me, sir, sir, sir; 2888|Three shillings wi' a berry, sir, 2888|If you'll kiss me, sir, sir. 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|There's a gipsy of our town, sir, 2888|You can meet him at the door, sir, 2888|If you'd like to kiss him, sir, sir; 2888|For he's as willing now as ever, 2888|And a-searchin' round the block, sir, 2888|As ever may be find, sir. 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|There's a horse and a man, sir, 2888|If there's a horse to a window, 2888|Then beg him to come in hove, sir, 2888|And I'll kiss and forget, sir. 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|There's a pony for an apprentice, sir, 2888|I'm a brawler and a crook, 2888|And a-searchin' round the block, sir; 2888|If you've the money for a kiss, 2888|I'll kiss you in three days, sir. 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|There's a boy, and there's a girl, sir, 2888|If it's three times as far as four, 2888|In the morning I'll kiss you there, 2888|And I'll kiss you in the street, sir. 2888|A-marchin' round the street, sir, 2888|How glad am I to kiss you so, sir, 2888|As I am of three, sir? 2888|Wilt thou be my new best belovéd? 2888|O, I pray thee, look in my face; 2888|See me all changed, and see my shape, 2888|And tell me if I am a beast, sir, 2888|Or a living creature, sweet maid. 2888|I, I, I, sir, I, a beast, 2888|Yet I am not, sir, a beast, 2888|But a living creature too, 2888|I, I, I, I ======================================== SAMPLE 18880 ======================================== 15370|"I'll go out and smoke my pipe 15370|At night when the moon is in the sky; 15370|Oh, what a sweet, cool smoke!" 15370|I've a pretty little garden, 15370|Which, all the year round, 15370|Is full of roses, lilies, 15370|And lilies, in girth. 15370|I often stop to stare 15370|At the pretty flowers that grow 15370|In my pretty little garden, 15370|And to think how far 15370|They will stray from my mother's shop 15370|In the future, I hope. 15370|The roses are yellow and red, 15370|The lilies and white; 15370|I wish that the same could be 15370|Of my pretty little garden! 15370|I'm always on the look-out for 15370|A pretty little girl; 15370|And I've a pretty little garden, 15370|That is always full of flowers. 15370|I see a pretty little lady 15370|Every day at my door; 15370|I kiss all the pretty ladies 15370|That I meet at my door. 15370|I'm always so much in love 15370|With my pretty little lady, 15370|And I know, when I look in the glass, 15370|That my lady is mine. 15370|I'm always on the look-out for 15370|A pretty little lady, 15370|And I've a pretty little garden, 15370|That is always full of flowers. 15370|O, my heart glows, when I see her 15370|With her bright eyes and brown hair; 15370|And when I come on the pretty lady, 15370|I am on fire, and I vow, 15370|"Now she is on the pretty lady, 15370|I shall kiss her again to-night." 15370|But I cannot kiss her again, 15370|For that lady is mine, I know. 15370|The pretty little lady 15370|Lies at my feet, and I kneel, 15370|And I kiss her, as long ago, 15370|And I vow, when I look in the glass, 15370|She is my own pretty lady. 15370|The pretty little lady 15370|Sleeps well at my feet, I vow, 15370|And oh! her golden hair 15370|Is a-blowing in the wind. 15370|And her white eyes are so bright, 15370|So still, so stilly, so calm, 15370|And all they are saying is, 15370|"I will kiss you, pretty dearie." 15370|And that pretty little lady 15370|Has a pretty little head, 15370|And I love her, oh! I love her, 15370|And I vow, when I look in the glass 15370|I shall kiss her again to-morrow. 15370|I walk in the morning through the land. 15370|I walk in the morning. 15370|I sit on the hillside, and I think 15370|Of the beauty of the morning; 15370|Of the beautiful and sunny day, 15370|And the blossoming boughs, and flowers. 15370|I sit in the sunlight, and I sing, 15370|And I think of the splendors that shine 15370|Upon the hills in the distant, far off sky, 15370|While, all around, I sigh, "Ah me, 15370|Ah me, the olden light and the morning." 15370|I sit in the wind. 15370|I wander in the sunshine, and sing, 15370|And the sun is praising the hill, 15370|And the birds that sing and flutter over it, 15370|In the sweet and pleasant air. 15370|I wander in the windy forest, 15370|And laugh with the forest-land. 15370|And with a mighty swing and a heave 15370|I hurry over the mossy ridges, 15370|Over the thin and thorny steeps, 15370|Till the woodlands are a weary glades. 15370|I sit in the windy forest, 15370|And think of the joys of the green, 15370|While the forest-monarch leans on him, 15370|And he thinks of his mistress, ======================================== SAMPLE 18890 ======================================== 1568|In our wild, lonely place 1568|No voice of the old world calls; 1568|We are the lost, we are the dead, 1568|The dead and the loneliness, 1568|We with the breathless and cold - 1568|We that are broken and sick 1568|Of all the ways of men. 1568|There are no men that love us 1568|There are no hearts that burn; 1568|We are lost, we are lost, and still, 1568|We that are broken and sick - 1568|The dead and the loneliness, 1568|We that are broken and sick, 1568|We that must die, we do. 1568|The old world goes with the tide; 1568|The ways of men that are and are not 1568|Seem the only ways at all; 1568|We are the lost, we are the dead, 1568|The dead and the lonely - 1568|The poor and the strong, and they 1568|Are the only ones we have - 1568|We that are broken and sick, 1568|We that are broken and sick, 1568|We that must die, we do. 1568|When I came home from the trenches with a young lady in my train, 1568|The day was returning, a beautiful day, and there was the new lad 1568|Who has lost his home and friends in a war which no men win, 1568|But which Heaven knows saves not many.) 1568|When I got close to the new lad and asked what he thought of me 1568|He replied with a laugh in his throat as loud as he could breathe: 1568|'I think it's fine to be a hero.' 1568|'I wish I'd treated you as a hero.' 1568|'I've fought a bit--a bit, but not very well, I must say, 1568|But, for the love of God, sir, be a hero if you can.' 1568|'Why, you don't look like a hero.' 1568|'Do you?' asked the lad. 1568|'Then, sir, you're an outlaw, as I believe.' 1568|'What?' asked the lad, incredulous. 1568|'No, I don't believe in it.' 1568|'Well, then,' said the lad (bowing his head), 'what d'you think?' 1568|'What?' repeated the young lad, rather proudly; and then, as he 1568|(For the soldier's head is bald, 1568|And the babe's face is white, 1568|It is time for the hero's crown, 1568|We'll cut the ribbon fast). 1568|We cut it as we found it, 1568|And we brought it to the door 1568|Where the lad and the lad in blue 1568|Went to eat it together. 1568|(Though I don't choose to go to my grave being told that I died, 1568|With his mouth full of the bread of the World, 1568|With his feet where the road goes in the sand!) 1568|It was not a hero's body I lay 1568|But the boy's that was left me, 1568|The boy who was a lover of mine, 1568|With his mouth full of the bread of the World, 1568|With his eyes on mine--for the hero's eyes 1568|That never found me shall find me. 1568|So it was that we made us a song, 1568|With the love of the soldier's heart; 1568|It is time that he's a hero now. 1568|(Though I don't choose to go to my grave being told that I died, 1568|With his mouth full of the bread of the World, 1568|With his eyes on my face like a flower. 1568|With his mouth full of the bread of the World, 1568|With his eyes on mine as well.) 1568|When I had the pain 1568|Of a dying boy, and my heart was sad, 1568|I sang to the soldiers in the sky, 1568|In the sky where the heroes are, 1568|And the hero's song came to us 1568|In our voice as it was meant - 1568|'When I had the pain 1568|Of my dying boy and my life was young, 1568|My spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 18900 ======================================== 5186|Heard the sound of his horn, 5186|Saw the image of the host 5186|Haste to join the music 5186|Of the silver-footed cherubin 5186|With the minstrel-king, 5186|And the hero, Wainamoinen, 5186|With the host of Wainola, 5186|Hastened on his journey northward. 5186|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Thus addressed the raven: 5186|"Tell me of your forest dwellings, 5186|How in number ye builded each one, 5186|And your oxen and your horses? 5186|These are my home-forests, Kalevala, 5186|These the streams that flow for ever; 5186|These are the mountains, Opice Peninsula, 5186|That defend me from all enemies; 5186|Only would the evil-minded Northland 5186|Plant its eggs in my poor, lowly pine-wood." 5186|But the bird, with fickle heart, replies: 5186|"I of Pohyola have thousands; 5186|Forty thousand gold and silver 5186|Children as well as oxen; 5186|I have hoards of incense and myrrh 5186|In my cataract-fountain-fountain; 5186|Weep for fruit, and grieve for fruit, 5186|Rain-boils, and winds that blow not!" 5186|Northland's hostess, Kalevala, 5186|Then addresses raven, saying: 5186|"Goodly bird, go to the meadows, 5186|Feed in fields, and drink the meadows 5186|Fruits in plenty lie around them; 5186|Weep, and mourn, and lament, 5186|Forty thousand gold and silver 5186|Children in the forest waiting, 5186|Child-hearers in the wheat-sheaves, 5186|Weep, and mourn, and lament, 5186|For their golden haloes gird around them." 5186|Caught there on fire the bird is, 5186|Caught in fire the wicked raven. 5186|Greatly angered, the bird replies: 5186|"Hear you what I came for, raven! 5186|I was born for your birth-pangs, O-chō!" 5186|In a flare of light, Kaleva 5186|Springs across the meadows northward, 5186|Flaunts in all directions, saying: 5186|"O earth, accept me as your guest! 5186|"I came from Heaven, I bore you Cross, 5186|Came from Heaven, and came to you; 5186|On your plains I warmed, and lived, 5186|Brought you grain, and dried the table-corn, 5186|Dowered your meadows with your sheaves, 5186|Gathered flowers for you at your windows, 5186|Walked your pastures with your borders, 5186|Led you hosts of happy cattle; 5186|Now I burn and flash on Kalevala! 5186|Where will my Cross be found at evening, 5186|Where on Sunday morning resting, 5186|In your territory waiting for me, 5186|In the homes of all your people?" 5186|On the topmost peak of Kyllikki, 5186|In the heart of all the forest, 5186|Was a kantele fashioned beautifully, 5186|And the best of all men's dance-hymns 5186|Struck to give the song-power to it; 5186|But the hero, Kalevala, 5186|Was not near his wondrous melody, 5186|Nor yet had learned the strains to join them. 5186|Then the girl, of joy and gladness, 5186|With her maidens, playmates, and cattle, 5186|In a voice that echoed clearly 5186|To the magic instrument, 5186|Sang upon the hill and out-rooted 5186|Sang beside his dance the farmer, 5186|Sang upon his horns, and on his reins, 5186|And the flocks were afraid of him, 5186|Leaped with joy to knees beneath them, 5186|And the stranger, Kalevala, 5186|Once again ======================================== SAMPLE 18910 ======================================== 16059|Á FEDERATE en un tiempo se siente, 16059|Á fuerza y eterno, en el campo, 16059|Hasta el pecho 16059|Y se le presente 16059|Que la patria, ó la muerte se le veía, 16059|Que al fin á la amorosa no han sido. 16059|Con un tiempo escapar por las olas 16059|Que el amor, que se algunos asistentes, 16059|Y asiento desplega el santo alcanzado; 16059|Y las amores 16059|Del sol que le espaliebter oscura, 16059|Cuya fresca 16059|A querellen sin fixado á amor la mano. 16059|¡Oh mi puero pesar recibe 16059|Y de entusiasmo meditar de luces! 16059|¡Oh mi puero 16059|En los aires son de la mar hielas, 16059|Que con mis sienes 16059|Y de fiera y de pecho la memoria! 16059|Que la vana medita mía 16059|Con la vana es de amortizas! 16059|Y á mi puero 16059|Siempre, y siempre, de la memoria 16059|Del Dios puerta; muerto y dientes 16059|Al amor 16059|A mi puero 16059|No siento escucha de mi puero, 16059|Ni puerto le de mí 16059|¡Oh mi puero! ¡Oh mi puero! 16059|¡Ay! ¡déjarmapos de juegos! 16059|Y de mal pálida y de blancos de ella, 16059|De amigos del sol, y de blancas de lana 16059|De estoños y de palmas de llamas! 16059|Y en las manos de un duelo en el Tajo, 16059|A ti, pesar; y pues, ó desdeños de hielo 16059|Sienta el uno al fin ó un faltó á la espada, 16059|¡Ay! ¡déjarmapos de juegos! ¡Ay! ¡Oh mi puero! 16059|Siglos rostro á ti, por donde ser dejas 16059|Por alamento en un águila eterno. 16059|Para sabes, siendo el templo limoso 16059|Y en las manos de un duelo á ti 16059|Por las manos de la puerta. 16059|Y el mundo á la mar, de la pobre avecilla, 16059|Vida y con trémulo el otro del cielo... 16059|_Que vais, perdidos, 16059|Tú pidió una ciudad... 16059|¡Oh Dios! ¡Vivir su cerca el ave! 16059|Hizo mejor te vierte en tu hermana. 16059|Hoy poco señor, 16059|En la montaña 16059|Girir la luna 16059|Ví honda 16059|Vedir tu señor. 16059|Yo cuando me humilde, 16059|La mía te viene; 16059|Que, tú conocido 16059|Al desgracia 16059|Al porvenir. 16059|Más que el mío 16059|El último 16059|Y aun poco se acerca 16059|En la sombra, 16059|Cualquier de un amor. 16059|Fueron la mía, 16059|¡Oh Dios! es un viejo 16059|Se honda 16059|Quán la sombra de un périque 16059|Llevaba el desgrace. 16059|Tú qué muerte un pájaro 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 18920 ======================================== 35991|And when she saw it came down she told him 35991|She loved the man. And now that you 35991|Are telling me of this affair, believe 35991|I ask you if you knew his mother, mother 35991|Of Elenor Murray? You know that woman 35991|Of yours who loved you, and was very good 35991|To her, is nothing sacred. 35991|Well he 35991|Who was her mother, and in love with her 35991|In spite of what she had always said 35991|About the woman. I'll tell you now, 35991|What did he do, what did he do that day 35991|When this new truth came to him: He did not pray 35991|For Elenor Murray's life, but his own life; 35991|And it was wrong to pray that way, I declare. 35991|And so it was this Mary Murray came 35991|To pick him up. How is that for justice? 35991|And thus he killed him. But as he did not 35991|Know the life of this poor girl, but thought 35991|This girl was his and loved him, and as he 35991|Was driving in the path of danger, the car 35991|Filled with Elenor Murray, brake lights flashing, 35991|And on her lip these words: "I love you, Elenor." 35991|Then sudden as a bolt that in the air 35991|Plunge heads off with tremendous force, he fell. 35991|And Mary stayed in the car and held her breath, 35991|And watched the rain fall from the dripping air 35991|And then a moment, and then she turned 35991|To look at Elenor Murray. Now she knew 35991|What it was she saw and could not see. 35991|And then she stood a while looking at him, 35991|And turned her face away, and then she caught 35991|A shovel from the car, and shovels she used 35991|To rake up the soil away from out her head. 35991|And shoveled the blood out, and she poured out blood 35991|And made another turn and drove along 35991|The road to Elenor Murray's house, and as 35991|She ran she heard the blood in the ear of her. 35991|There in the window was the car that came 35991|Like flame and crashed through window, tore a vein 35991|And ran her there by the shovel, Elenor 35991|Frighted, and Mary waiting by. So now 35991|There was the car with blood and bloodless car 35991|With no Elenor Murray, Elenor's heart went 35991|To Mary's arm above the shovel, but Mary 35991|Pressed hard on Elenor, saw a pulse was beating, 35991|Brought and laid the shovel over the life, 35991|And spoke of blood. And Elenor, knowing 35991|The world would know, the moment passed at that. 35991|And Mary spoke, and said, "I'll help him now, 35991|I'll help you; the blood will stay in me until 35991|I think of him." 35991|Which was it? 35991|"I will bury him here with me," Elenor 35991|Said, "and take the blood and make it clean." 35991|Then Elenor Murray came to Mary Murray, 35991|To Mary Murray's room, and there was the blood, 35991|And bloodless car with bloodless bloodless car, 35991|And Mary spoke, and said, I'll do it now. 35991|And Mary said, no, you do not understand. 35991|Now Mary says, he might have lived, but when 35991|A woman who saw a dead child lying so 35991|Should know the worth of death, what would she do 35991|If she should see that Elenor was alive, 35991|And saw the blood of Elenor Murray lying 35991|Upon the soil for which she had so long 35991|Await the shovel and shovel ======================================== SAMPLE 18930 ======================================== 27221|When my fond heart in hope was high, 27221|'Cause all the world was love divine, 27221|In hope a boy--and what 'twas love for 27221|I, with his father, gave: 27221|'Twas only to the spot 'twas given, 27221|And by its means my love won place 27221|Ere I could think of love again. 27221|But when, through years of toil and strife, 27221|I saw my darling at his birth, 27221|And saw the morn that sprung from birth 27221|From him, and all his kindred he, 27221|And knew that I was grieved at heart, 27221|But joyful at the hope was bred, 27221|I had no wish in either ear 27221|The news of his departure thought 27221|My infant lips could only cry, 27221|Loud "Hurray for love!" whose echo rung, 27221|But never through its echoing ran 27221|To tell the cause that won my tear; 27221|My trembling heart in its deep pain 27221|My arms have laid about my waist, 27221|And all the little feet have played, 27221|And all the little arms have fed, 27221|They, with their eager voices told 27221|What every heart in turn would dare, 27221|That he, so young, in danger wist, 27221|To me had told what all agreed. 27221|Such was the fatal wish! So died 27221|The wish that all could well forego; 27221|My joy, and my delight, and all, 27221|Came not to him, nor with them can dwell. 27221|When on the bitter passage, down the hill, 27221|Awhile I rode, and viewed this scene o'er-brown, 27221|How strange it was, they said, no leaf was seen. 27221|When on the moor it was so fresh and free, 27221|No bird had touched it but a squirrel; 27221|That the dead leaves were left were gray and sere. 27221|How far did you know, how sure was I, 27221|For some high, gladsome, heavenly word? 27221|The masts were in the deep and winding bay, 27221|With several yards I could descry; 27221|They seem'd a good way off the city. 27221|The Island of the Mermaid on the right, 27221|Came floating in, and looked so bayward, 27221|A wager, the luck of it, it seem'd the port of England; 27221|I looked, and saw it was the Island of the Tritons, where 27221|They build their floating wigwams for the winds and waters. 27221|Now on she came: with noiseless step she past the masts of them; 27221|But when a long shot she spied, then dropping below, 27221|Then in the water, then as light as sportive bird, 27221|She made three passes, then, her finger raising to guide, 27221|She sent her wheeling plumes, in four successive movements, 27221|Away to the Island of the Tritons, on whose blue rim 27221|Lay much the finest lake in all the world to-day. 27221|And as she plied her wheel, she made my heart yearn, 27221|And, as she wheel'd, she struck me with her feather. 27221|The waves were hush'd: the quiet tide, it seem'd 27221|A living thing, it had its duty to do. 27221|My heart beat fast; but the motion of my breast, 27221|Bent down to listen, and would never refuse. 27221|But now it was withdrawn, and now it return'd; 27221|Thus I beheld them both, of either sex, 27221|On the lake in silence. The swift-rolling wave 27221|Was in the water: the bright foam and flying sails, 27221|The sound of chimes, and laughter, and the sound 27221|Of waters running through the air, appear'd 27221|To fill the ear with pleasure, though the eye 27221|Was turn'd to earth, averse, yet fixt to God. 27221|On came the boats, and o'er the waters, scarce 27221|A ripple ran ======================================== SAMPLE 18940 ======================================== Away to old Nant-el-Gond or some such thing, 33758|For the sake of the souls that are doomed to be damned, 33758|For the sake of the land deserted, 33758|We never will leave--they tell us--the old Manger. 33758|So when we went to the land of the Ojibways 33758|We could not think the Nant-el-Gond would stay behind; 33758|For what were the lives of the children and of the old Manger, 33758|The lives of the poor children in the desert? 33758|So when we went away to the land of the Ojibways, 33758|We knew that there was no hope of the souls that were doomed, 33758|And we went home with a sad heart to the Manger. 33758|And in the desert the Manger stands alone, 33758|And yet a hundred years on end, 33758|And all the spirits of the land are doomed to be damned: 33758|That's the fact of the matter, I think. 33758|Our country is doomed to be ruined, our country is doomed, 33758|Our country is doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed, doomed; 33758|For the spirits of the land are all fled there, for they all died: 33758|That's the fact of the matter, I think. 33758|And as over the mountains and over the seas, 33758|To our great home of love and of hope, 33758|Where each comes and goes with his little soul, 33758|I've heard from a thousand years ago 33758|Those very same words spoken again. 33758|In the desert to-day the Manger stands alone, 33758|With the sand in his fingers all bare and white; 33758|The spirit of him is gone but never will be, 33758|And the earth will never be the same. 33758|And what will we do with the dreams that were ours? 33758|In a far land we'll bury them with the dead; 33758|Then we'll build a new temple for the souls of those who 33758|Are beyond the reach of earthly pains. 33758|The Manger knows our way and his way are good, 33758|In the desert we have the keys of heaven, 33758|We will worship there and all the happy dreamers 33758|As they came from over the mountains and over the seas. 33758|So come along with your dreams and your dreams and your dreams, 33758|Come like any little child, 33758|Come like a little bird or a little flower or a new moon, 33758|Come like a little child in June. 33758|I have a lot of dreams to-day, 33758|A lot of songs to sing, 33758|A lot of dreams I long to hear, 33758|A lot of dreams I long to see. 33758|I have a lot of songs to-night, 33758|And I sing them loud and clear, 33758|A lot of songs I long to hear, 33758|A lot of dreams I long to see. 33758|I have young friends to meet, 33758|I want to give them food; 33758|I want to give them food and song, 33758|The best of all my stores. 33758|I have a lot of dreams to-day, 33758|And the first night ends right; 33758|But that's but my way of letting them know 33758|I can be all their own, 33758|I can give them anything they may ask for, 33758|But I always want to hear. 33758|I have so many dreams to-night, 33758|And the suns and worlds rise 33758|Where the spirit takes flight, but never falls, 33758|And never leaves this earth; 33758|And the music that springs from the world's strife 33758|Is but the voice of mirth. 33758|I have a lot of dreams to-day, 33758|So let's follow the sun! 33758|I want to see the sky grow blue, 33758|And hear the birds of spring; 33758|I want to see the sky grow blue, 33758|And see the sunset flames 33758|Spread on the evening's crimson marge 33758|As flames of death on graves. 33758|I want to follow the sunset 33758|Out to ======================================== SAMPLE 18950 ======================================== 12286|"Wondering what 12286|He might have missed so long 12286|While gazing on the moon." 12286|The moon is gone now, 12286|So the moonlight 12286|Soaks into me. 12286|It is not that the sun is away. 12286|But the light of the sky 12286|Is not half as deep 12286|As it was when "the deuce began" 12286|(I thought) and it is not as it was 12286|Then, dear heart, 12286|The moon was not the light o' the sky 12286|Whither I had gone and found no light. 12286|But even those who never have seen the sky 12286|Know that the moon is full: 12286|The night is full, 12286|And full is the night, 12286|And full and full 12286|Is your heart and full. 12286|O moonlight, look again! 12286|"If it were but a dream!" 12286|I dream that I am you!--O dream again!-- 12286|"Is it a dream?" I cry, "that I so love? 12286|Are all the stars but the dead leaves that fall on our 12286|burdened spirit? 12286|And is it a dream that I so long for?" 12286|"O there! I loved you."--O dream again!-- 12286|"Is it a dream?--oh, do not say 12286|That it is a dream that I so long for!" 12286|"Yes, it is I! 12286|Love's dream is but a dim 12286|Dry flower that breaks to air 12286|Never to bud!" 12286|"It is all well, 12286|That's best, to say, 12286|That we forget--oh, dear! 12286|"The pain that, all too late, 12286|A dream may make us share 12286|In a strange world of delight, 12286|With no pain for the loss-- 12286|It is all well 12286|That we forget." 12286|I sang of a young girl with a heart of truth, 12286|Her voice was sweet and low and sweet and low; 12286|The sun was all in her face, her heart was light, 12286|And her heart was pure as the water on the wave. 12286|O, then I knew I had found the queen of beauty, 12286|Nor a bird e'er filled his nest with honey, 12286|Nor a sunbeam to launch on so fair a face, 12286|A dewdrop from the spring to make it fair. 12286|Oh the wild rose, the wild rose, thou art of gold; 12286|The blackbird's note is sweet and clear and fleet; 12286|The hunter's hound, the hunter's hound is nigh, 12286|Whose scent awakes my pulses like a song. 12286|But, ah! the bird and hound have lost their power, 12286|And I am left to gather the wild rose's gold. 12286|Away, away, ye snipes and fumblings all, 12286|Fly to your clamb'ring burrows; in the ground 12286|My bark I erect; and here 'tis well for me 12286|To feel the warm air. 12286|The sun comes up 12286|Upon the ocean in a merry mood, 12286|A haughty ship sails on before in state, 12286|And all are glad with glee. 12286|But I in sorrow must not join the rest, 12286|Mourning the passing of my darling love 12286|So like an idle dream. 12286|He came 12286|With hopes and with desires o'er the deep, 12286|The first desire of youthful blood. 12286|It was not love nor life, but the desire 12286|Of being great and all-compelling. 12286|He loved the sun, he loved the sunset glow, 12286|And all the pomp and splendour of a king. 12286|That which is best in woman of a king 12286|Or noble state is noble in her Lord. 12286|And what is best in woman, in herself? 12286|That which is best in woman in herself. 12286|He left us in the middle of a fro ======================================== SAMPLE 18960 ======================================== 3295|I see it, and from her own soul 3295|The light in me doth fall. But how 3295|Can I be silent? Speak! tell me, 3295|Tell her, tell her all. 3295|Alas! you will not tell. 3295|I am a prisoner of my heart, 3295|While you are free, and safe. 3295|Do you, dear love, 3295|Know you, how many years have passed 3295|Since I had you, and that then 3295|I, too, was full of loving? 3295|We met once, 3295|When the autumn leaves were falling, 3295|Just from early morning; 3295|But you turned in the garden, 3295|And I thought you had gone away. 3295|Ah, how can I know 3295|If you love me now as ever? 3295|Even here I sit and wonder, 3295|And I think about it often, 3295|And my eyes are very weary. 3295|Is it not enough that you 3295|Love me, but not the same as her 3295|And that you love me truly? 3295|It is enough!--But you must, love,-- 3295|If you've any more,--tell her; 3295|Not now--though this will comfort her. 3295|Here is her veil: her hair 3295|Is the gold of autumn. 3295|See, how old and green it flows, 3295|And her eyes are very blue! 3295|Tell her I smiled, and you did not 3295|See her smiling. She is very kind, 3295|But you see the smile in me. 3295|Let me kiss it from her lips, 3295|For they will smile always now. 3295|I should rather laugh than grieve about it. 3295|Now I can laugh to my heart's content, 3295|Knowing if she smiled now, she would smile even more 3295|To see her smile grow so great and great 3295|Over my life. I have longed to win her. 3295|How could I lose her if she smiled? 3295|You have done your best; and who am I 3295|To say I shall not do my best? 3295|But let this last kiss, with all my rest, 3295|Be the last one. It shall not grieve her! 3295|A long time ago she smiled 3295|With the old smile of love! 3295|One rose-blanching year, just one, 3295|We were wed; 3295|Then she left we knew not where, 3295|Smiled on us through the door. 3295|And the roses blushed and died 3295|Like a vain conceit. 3295|We were poor, poor, poor. 3295|Nothing was growing. For a month 3295|None had bread. 3295|We were silent all day long. 3295|Everything was dead. 3295|It was evening; all of us, 3295|All our lamps quivering. 3295|She took our cups and left the room 3295|With a smile. 3295|For the long long road she smiled. 3295|"I will come to you again, you twain; 3295|I shall come to you."-- 3295|"I have faith," she said at last, 3295|"In one hope alone."-- 3295|The long black hours have brought her nought. 3295|No matter if it is to the end, 3295|Her heart will still be there. 3295|She has come again, and is not there; 3295|And her heart will not be here; 3295|And she has passed out of the house, 3295|But why--she cannot know. 3295|All this is not true. God's plan 3295|Is far from our imperfect scheme; 3295|We might have found a clearer sight, 3295|Though He was far off. 3295|When all is done, one rose shall be 3295|The sign of that failure dear 3295|That made her poor and poor amends 3295|Her poor heart's prayer to God to forget; 3295|Or if it breaks at death, what then? 3295|When all is over, God ======================================== SAMPLE 18970 ======================================== 1568|(Oh, the golden, golden day) 1568|On the world's wide, spreading breast. 1568|When the mighty wave 1568|Shall roll on from the dim town, 1568|And sweep, as sweeps the sea, 1568|The tower and the home, 1568|(Oh, the golden, golden day) 1568|When the heart from the brain 1568|Shall part as the tides part friends, 1568|And the old ghosts come back 1568|Whose feet the old floor tread, 1568|And the new flowers come 1568|Whose feet the new floor greet: 1568|(The heart from the heart, 1568|The heart from the brain) 1568|When the roses are still, 1568|Which once were the feet of Gulliver, 1568|(The heart from the heart, 1568|The heart from the brain) 1568|Then shall Gulliver come 1568|Whose flute-notes are dear; 1568|And flute-lines make sweet 1568|The silence of the night, 1568|For Gulliver sings 1568|Whose love is a joy, 1568|Whose song is a wail, 1568|Whose wail is a glee - 1568|(Oh, the golden, golden day) 1568|When the world smiles sweet and tall, 1568|And the sun climbs the hill, 1568|And the green-clad trees 1568|Make music by day; 1568|When the world is young, 1568|And the world is strong, 1568|And the world holds good 1568|As the days roll on; 1568|When the world is green, 1568|(And the days go by) 1568|We'll see the world grow 1568|As fine as it lies, 1568|And the flowers know it, 1568|And never mind it, 1568|But know it at night: 1568|(Oh, the golden, golden day) 1568|When the day is the whole 1568|Of life's wide scheme, 1568|And the star with its ray 1568|Of light is all, 1568|And the flower with its scent 1568|Is all love, the soul - 1568|(The heart from the heart, 1568|The heart from the brain) 1568|It is only a dream 1568|Of flowers and leaves 1568|Blown in the garden of a dream - 1568|It is only a line 1568|Of song--but let us dream! 1568|(The heart from the heart, 1568|It is only a line) 1568|If on a leaf or word 1568|A feeling lingers, 1568|It is not form that counts, 1568|It is not sound that stings - 1568|It is the mind's unrest 1568|Which makes it tremble. 1568|(The heart from the heart, 1568|It is only a line) 1568|My heart is all aching, and so I 1568|Sigh out, all the night through, 1568|(Oh, sweet, all the night through!) 1568|The love that leaves me empty-eyed; 1568|(Oh, sweet, in the empty-eyed!) 1568|Love with the eyes of a thorn, 1568|Love without a thorn, 1568|Love that runs half-way up, 1568|(What do I sling in the face!) 1568|Love's face with a thousand eyes, 1568|(What, in the blind!) 1568|And he makes me weep till I think 1568|I have drunk all my sorrows up, 1568|(Oh, bitter-sweet! bitter-sweet!) 1568|It was my mother said, "The sun 1568|Shines in on my brother and sister, 1568|And they ask you to give them a crown." 1568|I said, "Oh, what a good boy I was! 1568|The other little suns I knew!" 1568|I said, "I loved the birds that sing 1568|As they climb the sky with a golden voice; 1568|But to me, all the summer long, 1568|The wind sings of the trees--as it sings 1568|The golden trees ======================================== SAMPLE 18980 ======================================== 1005|The gate, through which she enter'd, was a fort. None 1005|Met I with greater welcome; but more, I ween, 1005|'Midst those who unto us were come, eager 1005|For tidings of my lord, than those alone. 1005|Toward the mountain's foot erect it hove, 1005|And at a swing it lands; what time the rathe night 1005|Attemper'd to the dawn, the slipp'ry tempest 1005|Blew in upon our visage, that mooned seemed. 1005|What danger could there be? We were not wild beasts 1005|Or defunct churls, as some are, who penance dolour 1005|For certain death, assailing at the bridge 1005|Against the stream, whereon a serpentine 1005|Started, as if to edge him from upon us. 1005|When we had reach'd was the steep and darksome side, 1005|We found a people, and a noise more dread 1005|Then what is done by huddled people in a forest. 1005|And as they on the ground together lying 1005|Thronging together were, approach'd an eagle, 1005|That preys upon, and loudly begs to come 1005|To his own brood; so crouning on the green 1005|We saw twofold in the forest flying. 1005|For one, as doth the forest bird, whose name 1005|Is Fox, did every limb of him maintain, 1005|Plucking the reins, and urging on his feet, 1005|The creature of the forest wing'd for liberty. 1005|"O friendly animal! worship fowl of Wales! 1005|For me let there be no refuge found, 1005|Without Jabez or from Judas' fangs." 1005|Such sounds as he made in rage were heard, 1005|And weltering through the heav'n, that rumbled it still. 1005|To me my Guide: "Mortal thou art, intently 1005|Opt when to earnest and when to skip; 1005|And now hast borne us beyond the hollow vale, 1005|Where darkness paradoxus spreads herself, 1005|And dimness weighs on him who sees the vert. 1005|But say, what race is this? If strait we come 1005|Unto the reckoning, with like safety." 1005|To him then spake an handsome youth: "This is 1005|A day of vengeance, which as soon as April 1005|Visiteth the XII. Blessings, of Samson, 1005|I unto the new-born heir of days. 1005|This day the Greeks, descending from the Greciest, 1005|Fell on the tower, which of late stood watchful 1005|O'er the piers, mindful of their swelling floods. 1005|But to 983 CAR. THE ENGLISH LADY. [Lydia Curtius] 1005|THE LADY LUCAS, in her celebrated _Delphos_ 1005|SEC. MARSHALL. CL. 1005|"O dearest child," thus laments my Lady, "oh! 1005|For which I with so many pilgrimage 1005|To the feasts of Thebes and Rome have been, 1005|Let thy grave be cut, and all thy fragments scatter!" 1005|While yet she spake, the sable blood did gush 1005|From the great wound, and I to closer bonds 1005|Am thrall, with these my pageants of my love. 1005|He gives me for my fee a single page, 1005|That when he comes shall teach me how to kiss 1005|The relics of my former life. [James Joyce] 1005|"In the seventeenth century," says Prof. 1005|Lydgate, "Lofty Hill, a London printer, 1005|Visited the spot, where his edifice, 1005|As stated in the ])arte groupe's records, 1005|Was now to be seen." Thus he informs us. 1005|From thence Mr. J. R. Crawford came, 1005|In the year 1638, a stranger to the place, 1005|And, ======================================== SAMPLE 18990 ======================================== 1568|I could go 1568|Like a pale pale and glimmering ghost . . . 1568|. . . . . 1568|A chill 1568|Dies down the gulch, 1568|The first thin drops 1568|Flutter, dance, glitter, 1568|Half buried in the pine: 1568|One little drop 1568|Is big enough to freeze 1568|The skylark's nest . . . I feel 1568|The whole world shiver . . . . 1568|She came 1568|As in a vision; 1568|A young-eyed twinkle 1568|Flashed from her eyes; 1568|She laughed with the gods . . . 1568|My song 1568|Falls hopelessly broken 1568|In the face 1568|Of the abyss 1568|Where silence is. 1568|A voice 1568|Laughs out without pain 1568|An echo that runs 1568|From the sky 1568|Up to the rock 1568|Up to the crack, 1568|And the voice, 1568|The voice of her that was, 1568|That is, 1568|Spokes out and answers not . . . 1568|I cannot remember 1568|The sky, 1568|The voice of the sky, 1568|The whisper 1568|Of the skies, 1568|The song that flutters 1568|From her eyes; 1568|The whisper of the sky, 1568|An echo of voices, 1568|A song, 1568|The whisper of the sky, 1568|Lifting the soul 1568|To a sudden height, 1568|And the whisper of the sky, 1568|Shrinking back 1568|From the face 1568|Of the abyss; and it is 1568|The whisper of the sky, 1568|The whisper of the abyss, 1568|That I heard . . . . 1568|I saw 1568|The sky as it looked 1568|When my heart looked up, 1568|When my heart looked up 1568|To the face 1568|Of that God 1568|She said was so beautiful . . . 1568|How can I be wise 1568|When there are voices 1568|That do speak 1568|As the angels speak? 1568|Ah, my heart! I wish 1568|That all love could speak 1568|Out of itself 1568|As the sky speaks 1568|In the face 1568|Of the face of God! 1568|The little white hands of the hands 1568|Of the sun, or that star that flies 1568|Out of the distance, say their prayers 1568|In a quiet voice, not of song, 1568|But in some strange voice of the way 1568|They go, that, a stranger to thought, 1568|It may be, that they are sad . . . 1568|Ah, my heart! I wish 1568|That we could stand 1568|On that threshold of the sky, and say, 1568|"Our Lord is risen . . . and we wait . . ." 1568|The very silence of the hands 1568|Crouches round the empty room, 1568|The hands of the hands of the Lord, 1568|The hands of his people - who wait; 1568|The hands that are changed, the very ones 1568|Who are praying them; and, through the day 1568|That they hold the empty chairs, they pray 1568|The hands of the hands of the world 1568|Out of the empty hands, that he, 1568|So weary of their waiting, may 1568|Be more their slave than we. 1568|Now, all day long the children wait 1568|In their cold white tents, praying, praying. 1568|The sky sings quietly over them . . . 1568|It is the day! They have dreamed and hoped! 1568|And now, when all the sky has sung 1568|Its glad psalms, and all the winds are still, 1568|Hushed down the quiet hours of day 1568|By night-long hands that hold the doors, 1568|Now, quietly, ======================================== SAMPLE 19000 ======================================== 30332|That no man should find his death in death, 30332|Or see the life in death, or breathe its breath; 30332|But every face in death should bear a face 30332|Seeming so strange,--one so out-of-place 30332|And out of place in this new world of men. 30332|Such was the first great feast of Love and Death, 30332|Whereof he might have been the fairest head, 30332|Not any other place for that to be: 30332|And yet, O, when that last sacrifice was done, 30332|With such a face he sat, and such a smile 30332|Grew on his face, as if that long, long space 30332|The earth's heart trembled, and he seemed to hear 30332|The dying breath of death about his feet; 30332|While through the silent street the sound of death 30332|And of love made the blood run hot and steady, 30332|And that great life's great hope that still shall be 30332|Told in those days that, not for ever lost, 30332|Shall live, the very gods had held him here. 30332|For now the dead world was grown faint with fear 30332|That it should cease to hear the tale of love, 30332|But be the feast now hushed, the great day o'er, 30332|As through a crowded street men went their way. 30332|And many did such fear and such wonder hold 30332|As men may have of what in years gone by, 30332|If lives so many be that now are flown, 30332|If death but ends the life they used to know. 30332|And there was not a little maid to bid 30332|God keep the feast for her, but held her fast 30332|From any little looking-glass of fear. 30332|But, as in her room the fair-eyed lady slept, 30332|The first few birds that ever yet were born 30332|Died by the sweet woman's door, that heard them sing; 30332|The first few bees that ever might abide, 30332|Woke with the honey in their sweets and lingered 30332|To wait their sweet-looker near the entrance. 30332|Ah, not in words might she speak or hands obey, 30332|But as an image unto life was she; 30332|As it were a God, and seemed to live and move 30332|With all that in men is, if they but live. 30332|Then at the closing of that feast she woke, 30332|And she grew faint, as all men that were there 30332|Grew faint with that great fear she had grown small. 30332|And then, at last, she strove her life to tell 30332|Of all the things that in that place might be, 30332|And how her heart might fail, because no man 30332|Would bear her fear; but she scarce knew how 30332|To speak, so that her words came feeble still; 30332|Because she seemed a God in life alone. 30332|She did indeed not weep; but she grew fain 30332|To speak, and to hope, and fear, and despair, 30332|And yet, for love of some strange god, she yearned. 30332|But when her strength came back, the great heart throbbed 30332|With mighty thoughts, though she would no more stir, 30332|But sat, like one whose strength is failing still 30332|And labouring for a little while behind 30332|Some great dark thing she had known of yore, 30332|And, when her face was turned to such a place 30332|As one might hear the sound of feet of men 30332|Dawn up in her dream, and see men's faces dim 30332|Through eyes that now were wan with some strange grief, 30332|She gazed at last into their eyes she made, 30332|And said, "O Gods, what is it is now I know? 30332|For still there is not any one to see me 30332|But I, sitting empty in a weary place 30332|In a forsaken room, and all the while 30332|I wonder why it were, a weary place, 30332|To be here with nothing, not with anything." 30332|At that the women all atone for her fear, 30332|And said, "O ======================================== SAMPLE 19010 ======================================== 5185|To thy hut bring the maiden, 5185|Bring the young-one to thy mother. 5185|Come, thou bride of the hero, 5185|Honey comb enchantress, 5185|Bring thy bag with flowers ornamented, 5185|Bring thy shining locks of silver, 5185|Golden comb, and silver trinket, 5185|Mountain air, and sunshine breathing, 5185|Bring the maid that lo! cannot 5185|Come between thy husband's shoulders 5185|With thy brimming, shining, beaded 5185|Pearls of love, and stalwart valor, 5185|Bringing love's sweet, stalwart valor, 5185|Bringing love's sweetest peace-valor." 5185|Long the hero, Ilmarinen, 5185|Hastened on his journey homeward; 5185|When he had brought the maiden 5185|To the bride he had destined, 5185|He addressed these measures converse: 5185|"Wilt thou come to me, maiden, 5185|Honey comb enlacing, 5185|I have here an inspiration, 5185|To enliven thy presence; 5185|Bring the honey-comb of happiness, 5185|Bring the bloom of blossoms blossom 5185|From the hive of Ilmarinen, 5185|Bloom from golden chrysanthemums, 5185|Bloom from Jumala's honey-wood, 5185|From the kingdom of Tuoni, 5185|That the maiden may enjoy it, 5185|May enjoy thy sweetness only. 5185|Filled with joy are the flowers; rejoice, O maiden, 5185|To the brimming, sparkling, eating, 5185|That the maid may sport and dance with the joyous Lambenthelis 5185|Flowers may bloom in thy presence, 5185|And the bright fruit may fall to the earth-lying branches; 5185|That the maid may sport and dance with the joyous Lambenthelis 5185|I will give thee a net and a water-mill, 5185|That to gather the honey-biscuit, 5185|That the maiden may enjoy the banquet, 5185|Enjoy the merry meeting of heroes, 5185|Enjoy the beer and the meat of the hostess. 5185|Bread and dinner for thee, Ilmarinen, 5185|Bread and dinner for thee and bride, 5185|Bread and dinner in the barn-yard 5185|Waiting the hero's coming home." 5185|Ilmarinen, the magician, 5185|The eternal metal-artist, 5185|Uttered then the Words that follow: 5185|"Bread and dinner for thee, O bride, 5185|Bread and dinner for thee and bride, 5185|Beer to quench thy thirst and wine to slake 5185|Thee, O bridegroom, with the merry beverage, 5185|With the beer of good Ahti's barrel-band, 5185|With the best by Northland made, O bridegroom. 5185|While the Ahti beer I'm going to give thee, 5185|And the finest beer in Wainola; 5185|Beer that hath been allowed only, 5185|Beer not yet acquired in Kalevala." 5185|Then the bride began to sing and dance, 5185|And to dance in joyous manner; 5185|All the demons listened, laughing; 5185|All the ogres became amorous, 5185|All the trolls and sydecling 5185|Wore the garments of a bride-bard, 5185|To the trees and bushes fled the fauns. 5185|Ilmarinen soon perceiving 5185|That the bride was playing with fire, 5185|Laid before the maiden's bed a torch, 5185|Laid before her chair a double-barbed sword, 5185|Sped beside the lily-white Bride of Beauty, 5185|And beheld the sword a length of angle, 5185|Fire-gilded, long and sharp and crooked. 5185|Straightway, as the angle is inclined, 5185|Into his head it turns and bites him; 5185|But he does not yet perish therein, 5185|Him the spouse of the good, Ingi Weldara. 5185|Straightway went in ======================================== SAMPLE 19020 ======================================== 18238|The stars are the colors of hope 18238|The little children dance and run 18238|The little winds blow up the hill 18238|The sea with a hundred cressets 18238|The sea is white, the sea is free 18238|The morning was a dream to me 18238|There's a scent of sea-surd in the air 18238|There is no sorrow in the world like Spring 18238|There's no sadness like the gladness 18238|There is a land where the summer rains 18238|There were two friends, and on a day 18238|There was a dog and a cat 18238|There is no sorrow like the gladness 18238|There are three birds upon a tree 18238|There was a little girl 18238|There was a little old man 18238|They found a long-lost feather 18238|They are drawn by the summer wind 18238|Those who have loved are the loved of the gods 18238|Those who have loathed are the hated 18238|Those who have lived in the present 18238|Those who have not lived in the past 18238|Those who have died in the sun 18238|Those who have died and left no trace 18238|Those who have given and have kept 18238|Thou wert the first, and I-- 18238|Thou art the last, O Love! 18238|True love hath no infirmity 18238|True loves fall over and die 18238|True hearts grow blind and stale 18238|True things are hard to prove 18238|True thou art and false thou art 18238|Trust but a little! 18238|Wanton and foolish, 18238|We have wandered far, 18238|What I shall never buy 18238|What I shall never give 18238|What I shall never wear 18238|What I shall never wear 18238|Water is wet, water is cold, 18238|What is that yonder flower? 18238|When the night is gone 18238|When I came from school 18238|When you spoke good words 18238|Who shall say that I am true 18238|Why weep you, Love, so bitterly? 18238|Your words are all untrue 18238|Youth must not long think 18238|Ye shall know ere college! 18238|Ye see, Love, I tell you true 18238|Ye little know of love's misery 18238|"You have been to the fair." 18238|Ye little think, Love? 18238|Ye little know 18238|"When your heart is broke 18238|She will mend her mind, 18238|But I will break mine." 18238|It will not mend your heart, 18238|It will not break your heart, Love 18238|It will not mend your heart, Love 18238|It hath no good in it at all 18238|As I looked on the river, 18238|As I have been to-day 18238|As I will not go back to-morrow 18238|Be still, my heart, be still, 18238|Blessed are they who die for God 18238|Blow, wind, through the lattice-holes 18238|Blue-grey the sky, the river flowed 18238|Clear, clear to-morrow, 18238|Come down and comfort her 18238|Come, sleep, my one Love 18238|Come, sleep, my one Love 18238|Cupid ran to marbles 18238|Dance a baby, baby, 18238|Fair is the day, and fair 18238|Fair to-morrow, 18238|From thy strawy nest 18238|From the sweet soft nest of darkness 18238|Gleam, little eyes, 18238|Give me your prayers, Love 18238|Good night, sweet Love 18238|Haste, little heart, and fold that frowning sorrow 18238|Hope, little heart, hear'st thou not the call 18238|I have a little credulity 18238|I was sick, and now am I well 18238|I will paint the sea 18238|I saw the King of Spain 18238|Johnny, Johnny, shut your eye tight and close 18238|I went to the water to-day 18238|Johnny, Johnny, shut your eye tight and close 18238|I went to the water to-day 18238|I met a little ======================================== SAMPLE 19030 ======================================== 28287|Than ever yet the wild boar with his boisterous roar 28287|Bent o'er the bones of Thorwald, or on Hael's head 28287|Watched for his friends and body to be laid low. 28287|But, harken! now yon' drum rolls loud, the fight's begun," 28287|(The sound came o'er the hills from Mecheln's walls) 28287|"Yea, 'tis the fight," (exclaiming he,) "the sons of Gael 28287|The battle-cry is raised!--Away! the charge is made!" 28287|It is the first of storms that sweeps o'er the land!-- 28287|The flood of Russel roars o'er the Danube's tide; 28287|Fierce at the start of tempest, aye ready to break,-- 28287|The Dane is on the Saxon;--with his broadsword arm 28287|The Saxon has raised, his lance the Danube has turned, 28287|The waves of Russel roaring o'er his home and kin! 28287|The Saxon is flying. The Danube is driving on, 28287|While the Saxon, at their head, the Dane in bloody fight. 28287|The Saxon, to the sky, has thrown his radiant sword, 28287|And, as his brother Dane, he stands to meet his doom! 28287|Ah! when will Earth forget this dreadful conflict lost? 28287|And be once more her brother's face!--her brother's eye? 28287|When will the blood of Mecheln's centuries run dry? 28287|When will the Saxon know that he alone is true, 28287|And his own blood, that maddens like a madman's, run?-- 28287|The Saxon stands on the verge of death! The Dane, 28287|As in old stories, when the Saxon's wrath grew high, 28287|And his dark tongue was loud with falsehood's din, 28287|Sought in his youth to gain his sister, the fair Dian,-- 28287|To gain his sister, the dark Dian, to be true! 28287|Yet, ere the Dane the battle fought, he turned away;-- 28287|From his fierce eyes the bright, pale face of Dian fell-- 28287|To her the face of Dian fell, with its charm of gold! 28287|He fled to her in vain--she heard him not--as then; 28287|Bearing on her finger the fairest of her gold, 28287|That pale, pale face that shines as with a crown of stars, 28287|Stood in the Dane's heart, and said: "He loves thee not, 28287|He loves not thee, he whom my fathers told was dead, 28287|"And that thou might'st enjoy the sight, a hand remove, 28287|So be thy love, if thou would'st lose thyself in love!" 28287|She said, and from the gold fingers of Dian rose, 28287|While Dian raised the ear, and heard, and smiled, 28287|Spoke in a voice half merry, half sadly wild,-- 28287|"Aye, take thy part from that of Dian of yore,-- 28287|So fair, and pure--Aye, 'tis thine to be as this-- 28287|And turn, I say, to me, in your proud pride, ye two, 28287|As then she smiled; but Mecheln the Dane replied, 28287|Loud rang the battle's wild echoes o'er the ground, 28287|The Saxon shrieked, the Dane laughed out,--O joy! 28287|'Twas Mecheln the Dane raised his keen lance anew; 28287|But Dian turned her eyes, and bade him rest. 28287|When first the Saxon raised his lance anew, 28287|And Dian from the breast of Dian's gold 28287|Was flung, the Saxon bent o'er the dusky strand, 28287|He saw not then--like one whom all afire 28287|With love and hate is Mecheln, till that hour. 28287|Yet, with that beauty, the Dane 'gan to smile; 28287|And, heeding not that gaze, his lance he cast: 28287|'Twas bent--thus the faith, which had his heart, 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 19040 ======================================== 35227|But when I woke I found it was the time 35227|Of that great festival, and I knew what time 35227|The golden-frock-golden-pine-wood tree is 35227|Grown dead and buried in the ground: that was the night. 35227|I found the old men kneeling together, 35227|And the young men's singing had got underneath 35227|My ear in a strange and sweet way; at last 35227|To me they sang a song, and the way theirs sang 35227|I did not understand, nor in pity ask. 35227|"Little sister," cried the one, "all our life 35227|The trees have looked upon thee day and night, 35227|And all at once you were not beautiful. 35227|Why dost thou lie and weep? what will be done 35227|After death, ere thou return to us once more?" 35227|But the younger woman shook her head and cried, 35227|"Ah, what shall be done? or whether this earth, 35227|Its days and its after-years, can hold 35227|Aught after these sweet days? or shall we still 35227|And weep with thee on this happy earth?" 35227|Then she cried, "The moon hath a face of flame 35227|That turns all things to gold, and all things dim; 35227|And if aught may be said about our days 35227|Of gladness and our life, it shall be said." 35227|But the old men smiled not, and in their eyes 35227|Were all the tears they were wont to shed; with these 35227|Their grey and grey hair was gathered round their heads; 35227|And their grey lives had been changed like this young man's. 35227|There was a song of the spring-time birds that pass 35227|Away across the golden grass, 35227|Wherein the lilies hide their snowy hoofs, 35227|And the white mists of night are flecked 35227|With a violet tinge: though I love thee well, 35227|Ah, little sister, I love thee not." 35227|The old men smiled not, nor said a word, 35227|But lay back and watched the springing grass. 35227|So all the summer long they watched and smiled 35227|Along the river-side, while all the birds 35227|Went singing, till no words were left their ears 35227|And only the wistful river ran 35227|Down the grey stone stairs. But still, with wistful eyes, 35227|The river lingered: till at last the sun 35227|Was sinking down, and the white mists flew fast, 35227|And the birds were silent on the hills; and low, 35227|As down they sat upon the dusty floor, 35227|The old men saw a little boat that lay 35227|Midway between the stars: and now a light 35227|Of east wind fanned against a gleaming prow, 35227|And one of them cried, "Come down--come down!" 35227|And many did: and on the sands they lay 35227|Beneath the great greenwood: and the moon shone bright 35227|Amid the shadows; and the moon's white breast 35227|Came like a giant's arm about the sky 35227|That stretched huge rims downward from the west. 35227|And, with all our soul, we rose up then 35227|From out the river-way, and set our face 35227|Upon the golden-frosty air: and while 35227|We sat upon the rocks, the little boat 35227|Passed by us, singing, while the moonbeams fell 35227|Like cold-blooded hands upon the dark grey walls 35227|Of the great cave. There fell, we heard them say, 35227|"O little boat! O little boat!" till they 35227|Brake not upon the shining water, for they 35227|Could not abide the heat of the sun's bright face. 35227|And now that day is past, and with night we dwell 35227|In the cool halls, far from the sun and moon; 35227|And all our days at twilight are held in charge 35227|By a great master, whose dark hair streams free, 35227|Whose eyes are like the cold night which hides the light 35227|With shadows of the ======================================== SAMPLE 19050 ======================================== 19221|I saw, but inwardly I sighed; 19221|But inwardly I sighed in vain: 19221|I could not, would not, could not hide 19221|The ineffable divan I bore, 19221|Which like the soul of life did glow, 19221|And breathed, and dwelt in all things fair 19221|And precious, but most dear to me. 19221|The soul is blind and only sees 19221|The forms it lives and sees alone; 19221|To it, the vast, unmeaning sum 19221|Of all the good which is or may be. 19221|To it, the sum of all things seen 19221|Appears a perfect diamond bright; 19221|It stands there, in the balance clear, 19221|And none can ever take it away. 19221|I heard a thousand sounds 19221|Beneath the beech tree's bough, 19221|But whose bosom beat when they 19221|Were vain, but whom did beat 19221|More stoutly than the bee 19221|Of summer, when he breathes 19221|Out of his freedom free? 19221|It was thine infant voice 19221|As from the wild-wood bough 19221|Bursting in sweet melody: 19221|"Thy love is great, thy care 19221|Is holy; why then care, 19221|Why not thy song be mine?" 19221|It was the soft south-westering wind 19221|That bore the song away; 19221|And faint with travelling was my heart 19221|When away it blew. 19221|It sings upon the bough 19221|I laid it--many a dreary day 19221|In the deep valley; now, though distant, 19221|The note is dear to me. 19221|No language could utter 19221|The rapture felt 19221|When from the lonely bough 19221|My darling kissed and told 19221|My passion through the dew 19221|That flashed from his breathless lip! 19221|A few sad days, a few glad months, 19221|Have now flown by; our native land 19221|Comes back once more; my heart is light, 19221|My eyes are bright. 19221|How easy it is to die, 19221|How easy it is to sing! 19221|How easy it is to tell 19221|The griefs that pains us most! 19221|But it is easier far 19221|To suffer, but it is harder far 19221|To sing our piteous pain. 19221|The hard things done, and hard things to be done, 19221|The daily tortures to endure, 19221|The pains by far the hardest to bear 19221|That we must hardest dare. 19221|It is the hardest to sing, 19221|And hardest to smile. 19221|For though my hand be slack to clasp 19221|The gaudy pin that flutters by, 19221|Yet still my heart--this heavy heart-- 19221|Will break, when it must burst. 19221|How easy it is to die, 19221|How easy it is to sing! 19221|How easy it is to tell 19221|The griefs that pains us most! 19221|But it is easier far 19221|To suffer, but it is easier far 19221|To sing our piteous pain. 19221|Hark! the winds are up and sleeping 19221|Where the cairn of Norman lie; 19221|Where, shoals as clear as stars that glow 19221|Beneath the heather canopy. 19221|There, where the blue hills slumber 19221|Beneath the low, bramble-breasted tower, 19221|The gentle Rym, the Rym of sleep, 19221|Creeps stealthily to rest. 19221|Hush, love! the wind is soft, 19221|Where the ruddy heather clings, 19221|Softly as the dews of morn 19221|Awake, love, and love again. 19221|Hush, love! the wind is gone, 19221|Where the deep green glens are sleep; 19221|And, heard I still the voice of bawn, 19221|Love, thou art sleeping sound. ======================================== SAMPLE 19060 ======================================== 1304|Heard the loud uproar that broke out, 1304|And marked the men with eyes aglow, 1304|The maidens and the youths gay. 1304|They hailed him with rejoicing cries, 1304|The men and the women all came out, 1304|They kissed his heavy good-bye, 1304|And took a draught from the cool, clear spring. 1304|In a little house, in a little house, 1304|By the roadside, by the tillage-fields, 1304|And oft would he say things unheard, 1304|(For his mind was so bent on mischief) 1304|'Twas the lot of the rich and the poor-- 1304|The old, and the young, and the gay, 1304|For he could not keep them long; 1304|Yet oft, as he walked the straw-roof'd, 1304|Lonely his footsteps he would hear 1304|On the lean grass beneath his wigwam 1304|The sound of the farmer's reed, 1304|Or the clink of the corn upon his stirrups, 1304|Or the clink of the boot on his stirrup, 1304|A noise that would not be drowned 1304|By the clink of the broken urn, 1304|Which the hand of the magician cast 1304|From the top of its foundation to the ground. 1304|'Tis the sound of a urn that is breaking, 1304|And all is still by the will of the magician-- 1304|But the magician is deaf, 1304|So the wind has its will. 1304|Hark! I hear in the distance a cry! 1304|A noise that will not be drowned 1304|By the clink of the broken urn, 1304|Which the hand of the magician cast 1304|From the top of its foundation to the ground. 1304|In other worlds as I live otherl I say 1304|This dust of ours hath something to boast of; 1304|Because we are poor men--and the angels knew 1304|What man is--in his pride and his joy. 1304|Thou hast heard the song of the piper, Joe-- 1304|How he sowed and sowed and sowed yet never heard 1304|What he did when he sowed and sowed full well-- 1304|And the leaves are falling everywhere. 1304|They are falling from hill to hill, 1304|From the sweet-breath'd sweet-mouthed hill 1304|Where the bended grass is dark and rare-- 1304|Where the bended grass is rare. 1304|They are falling from hill to hill, 1304|From the bended grass dark as death 1304|And the bended grass rare. 1304|The piper all day long is sitting, Joe-- 1304|How he plays and sings and stays 1304|His little lad and tears away 1304|The tears that meet a tear! 1304|There were three kings into the east, 1304|Three kings both great and good, 1304|And they journey'd ever back to the west 1304|To gather their people's sheaves. 1304|And they laid three barrows at Bethlehem, 1304|Three steeples on the hill; 1304|And they told him, if he would give them milk 1304|And bread for his babes, they would go. 1304|But the three kings down at Cantony 1304|Couldna tell a woman from a man, 1304|And the third from Galilee came, 1304|From where the brook comes out of the sea. 1304|And when they waken'd up the first mornin' 1304|They couldna find the men asleep, 1304|Or the women for to pity, 1304|For their faith had fill'd their souls with wrath-- 1304|But they waken'd up to find them sweet. 1304|And they found the women for to pity, 1304|For their faith had fill'd their hearts with awe-- 1304|But they heeded not the men, for awe 1304|Was stronger than their fear, sae sweet! 1304|And back from the ear of the English at last 1304|They bringd the men up for to fight; 1304|But the kings heeld their peace a long while ======================================== SAMPLE 19070 ======================================== 30687|In the great wide open space. 30687|But when the moon came with its starry light 30687|Upon the night-dew, and the sea-birds cried 30687|Over the green-girdled seas, 30687|Then I saw him, the last light I held 30687|From the far silent star. 30687|The night on the empty sea-line 30687|Was lonely, and the air was chill. 30687|Only the tide, in a still calm, 30687|Gambolined in every spray: 30687|Only the wave that made no moan, 30687|But beat a beat of silence; 30687|Only the star-water's gleam 30687|On the long grass and the sea-wall, 30687|And the silence-mark of all, 30687|Above the lonely night. 30687|_There_, by the sea's wide seal 30687|Where the rocks were white as gold, 30687|He stood, and the night-dew hung 30687|About their lips and eyelids, 30687|And the stars went out like a dead dream 30687|In their grey-blue slumber. 30687|He never saw your face once more, 30687|Or touched your lips again, 30687|Or felt your touch again, 30687|And heard your voice like a song, 30687|As it rose out of the sea. 30687|And only in the sky 30687|The silence and the stars 30687|Kissed and were still and wan. 30687|He died--so silently-- 30687|The last-saved of all the things 30687|Which be, and were not, be. 30687|And--like the soul of the wind, 30687|In the night in the sea, 30687|So had he lived in the moonlight, 30687|And died in the wind so still-- 30687|Only that we no more need have 30687|A spirit of wind or star; 30687|And he, so late, lies at rest, 30687|With the last sea-light upon his eyes. 30687|_I_ know not when it came to pass, 30687|Since the day we parted, that his love 30687|Was given to me, 30687|That I, who loved him best of all, 30687|And--all the world but love beside, 30687|Was not his bride. 30687|Then, as we went by the shore; 30687|Then at the elfin-haunted tide, 30687|When--_did he say his prayer_? 30687|_He never kissed me_? 30687|Or--did he say his prayer, 30687|As in the moonlight dark and deep, 30687|Or in the twilight gray? 30687|He was a strange old man. For all his youth 30687|Him the gods knew not; nor who lived beside 30687|His lonely grave. 30687|But it was that strange old man so loved me 30687|That brought me down so far to this life 30687|Of the sea-gull, 30687|A man who came about to kiss me 30687|Just when we two were best, and thought 30687|We should be one. 30687|Yet we were but made, that night, 30687|And, as we stood by the sea-line, 30687|He leaned and leaned upon me-- 30687|I who had never thought love could be, 30687|From that day until I saw him kiss 30687|A day or two ago! 30687|And then for a sign, and then 30687|For a symbol too, I would show him, one-- 30687|As a white dove, with a light for a sign-- 30687|Above my heart. 30687|As the wind blows, 30687|So the wind blew, but I could hold it, 30687|I who had loved him best till that, 30687|And now had loved him bad! 30687|And there the silence came; 30687|I seemed to hear him in the moonlight, 30687|Singing to the wind I knew his name-- 30687|Oh, the wind to the sea-line!-- 30687|I knew all by instinct and sight, 30687|Except the song. 30687|_Oh, she is dead, ======================================== SAMPLE 19080 ======================================== 1279|O luve! my luve! 1279|When I compare'd you with a better girl, 1279|I thought the former twice, and the latter thrice. 1279|But since I meet yon beldam in the dark, 1279|And confess my double folly's sake, 1279|I'll make confession that second time too, 1279|And I'll swear that you're twice as good as the first. 1279|Thy pretty wiles I'll teach thee to employ, 1279|Though 'twere o'erweening thee and me. 1279|If I should be not more thou think'st of, 1279|Thy praise thou shalt still be blamed for: 1279|And when I go to my death, to depart, 1279|I want not thy blessing or thy censure. 1279|When out I wander on my social tour, 1279|The friends I have thou hast made of me: 1279|When at my grave they're stowing up their tomes, 1279|The books of their grandfathers before them, 1279|Thou hast got a copy in thy sleeve or case, 1279|But I want a fair page on the front of the book. 1279|When I'm a bachelor, thou hast got a fair hand at it, 1279|In its time 'twas thy grandest achievement: 1279|Yet still I'm vex'd that thou dost deny me a pin, 1279|(Though I own I am more than half skilled to judge) 1279|So, in spite of it, I'm mounting high in art, 1279|But all the rest is base, and but half-good, 1279|As clay and bronze, when thou thy work hast wrought, 1279|Are inferior to the mould and plaster: 1279|Thus I am become, as I'm a bachelor, 1279|A craven to every thing below; 1279|And when I go to my death, I want but one, 1279|And that's a bachelor to my last breath. 1279|"Wee, modest, crimson-seeded flower, 1279|Thou's met me in an evil hour; 1279|But fie on that self-esteeming glow, 1279|Which makes a villain great in story. 1279|Cull six men from your round head, 1279|And six women from your mind, 1279|And throw them in a chest, 1279|Before I talk about you. 1279|Now, do you know the reason why? 1279|You've met Mamma and Nurse, they say. 1279|Might I have been pleased, you think; 1279|Mamma and Nurse I did not know, 1279|Says Mamma, "The ladies are too cold." 1279|You need not laugh the blame away; 1279|I tell you it is worse this way. 1279|For Nurse and Nurse I do not know, 1279|And Mamma, she's so cross and lame. 1279|It seems to me, the ladies too; 1279|Poor little girls, they're in a fright. 1279|Mamma's in love, the ladies say. 1279|But you, you are only Auntie's maid 1279|The whole of winter night through; 1279|Then come, let us make up our minds 1279|We'll dance with you when the sun shines. 1279|If you'll not dance then we will go without; 1279|Or, if you'll not dance, we'll eat our cake alone. 1279|Ding, dong, bell, peep, peek, Sam's in the shed, 1279|I've made a clean-out for the Sunday school; 1279|Come, Sam's in the shed, I'll sing a song, 1279|To cheer the children on their lessons. 1279|Chorus--O Willie, Willie, where your loads? 1279|O Willie, Willie, the birds are in the snare; 1279|Your wages are paid, you have your wages, 1279|And off Sam's in the shed, I'll sing a song, 1279|To cheer the children on their lessons. 1279|O Willie, Willie, where your loads? 1279|O Willie, Willie, where's your wages? 1279|O Willie, Willie, they've all gone away, 1279|And up, ======================================== SAMPLE 19090 ======================================== 1459|The people's hearts, the country's ears 1459|Are the great stores 1459|Of wisdom. 1459|These in their lives are kept 1459|In the great homes of wisdom 1459|With the very flowers of wisdom, 1459|Wise songs 1459|And simple stories. 1459|These store great stores 1459|Of wisdom; 1459|The good things brought 1459|Fashion's poor blind babblers 1459|Have never worthily been 1459|Used for the sake of wisdom. 1459|They are the treasures 1459|Of the great store 1459|Of wisdom; 1459|Sealed in the great homes of wisdom 1459|Are the great things 1459|The people keep 1459|Of wisdom. 1459|These are our great things 1459|In their use. 1459|All are mighty stores 1459|That hold 1459|Memory of the past 1459|Or the strange past: 1459|In their use 1459|Are their wealth 1459|Gross contents. 1459|These are the great things 1459|In their use, 1459|They are stored 1459|For the future: 1459|All are mighty things 1459|In wisdom's store. 1459|Taken together, 1459|These with their store 1459|Are the storehouse 1459|Of wisdom. 1459|The people's thoughts, 1459|The people's songs, 1459|The people's hopes, 1459|The people's fears, 1459|Are the rich store 1459|Of wisdom. 1459|A voice like the sea 1459|Sounded in my thought to-day, 1459|And sent my life a-quake: 1459|A gentle voice, but oh, 1459|With something in it, I knew 1459|It must be Mary's: 1459|It is calm as my heart, 1459|It will bring me sleep, at least. 1459|It can make day seem dull, 1459|It can make the night 1459|Breathe like a weary note 1459|To a spirit that lies 1459|Deep in the gulf of night 1459|Whence it can neither flow nor start. 1459|Oh, it is delicate, 1459|With subtle words and ways 1459|That make for pleasure 1459|A path of joy or pain; 1459|Oh, it is good to hear! 1459|But 'twould give one's peace, 1459|O sweet voice of the sea, to hear 1459|Just now a voice crying 1459|Out of the darkness 1459|And crying so wearily 1459|In words such as wisdom 1459|That I should be content to give 1459|The word, 'I can never 1459|Bring you, Mary, home again.' 1459|I hear it well, and yet 'tis sweet 1459|As dreams of beauty and joy. 1459|And yet the voice, so delicate, 1459|Is like the wind of one word: 1459|As gently as that word it wanders 1459|All through the sweetness of the song - 1459|All through the summer of my life. 1459|How often have I turned away 1459|From that voice of a word, 1459|The sweet, the solemn word: 1459|'Ah, never can come 1459|The joy that joy conveys 1459|To the hearts of women and men! 1459|Never can the life they lead 1459|Beat upon my being's gate 1459|That by the sound of it may start 1459|A sense of pleasure and recall 1459|The sweet voice of Mary calling 1459|My soul home to her own. 1459|Never, never can I answer, 1459|But turn to that sweet-voiced voice 1459|And say Amen, and die!' 1459|In the evening, with the wind's soft touch 1459|A woman's hair speaks to me, 1459|And in the moon's pale light over the lea 1459|It makes a golden stain: 1459|And in the night I lie awake and hear 1459|A woman's voice speaking sooth to me: 1459|'Go forth, and seek a new land ======================================== SAMPLE 19100 ======================================== 1279|'Mang the sons o' Nith, and e'en the auld, 1279|May they sleep wi' mony a auld Scot 1279|To the bourkers o' Scotland! 1279|If it's pleasure to the gentry 1279|To wear our gowd sae bonie, 1279|Why, bonie lass, gie us the ain, 1279|The ain that my ain brought frae me. 1279|Come ye your coal-black smocks, 1279|And come your bonie prunell, 1279|And come your braw Scots plaids, 1279|Gude save us a'! 1279|For weel I wat ye may, 1279|We'll daunton down the loch, 1279|And brak the heather; 1279|And ye may tak a note, 1279|'Gae 'm merrilie and me. 1279|O! if ye gang a trifle thin, 1279|Wi' muckle luck, &c. 1279|Ye ne'er may chance to gang sae blythe, 1279|Or gang sae lang, 1279|Till you've dy'd anither life, 1279|Ne'er mair mair mair. 1279|Come ye your coal-black smocks, 1279|And come your bonie prunell, 1279|And come your braw Scottish plaids; 1279|Gude save us a'! 1279|The first of August, when the sun's warm beams 1279|Kiss the happy grass, and sailing streams 1279|Are on the lea; 1279|And birds are bushlin' out on either tree 1279|While we sit biding our time below; 1279|What think we of war's alarms? 1279|For war's alarms we hate each other most, 1279|When 'tis to late we come to war's alarms. 1279|What, think we, are the results? 1279|A wife slay'd for love, a man kill'd for rhyme, 1279|Or such a lass anither? 1279|Or, is love so deadly ill? 1279|Ah, wha this may hae happened to? 1279|O, kill me if ye see me, 1279|Or I'll slaughter ye for bein' sae mony! 1279|Ye've taen the bonie lassith, 1279|And dy'd the lasses dear, 1279|And now by far too many can get on, 1279|To warrant a thocht some men may laugh at. 1279|The lads and the lasses 1279|Are like to become countra-gars, 1279|And d--ms them in the wild; 1279|For d--mn they're a' the worst in the a' 1279|And that's the reason ye should take them in charge 1279|For the deil's the day they leave the green fa' 1279|And nocht get awa's the lads and the lasses. 1279|Wha first began to plan a piper's nest 1279|For the dear deuks, the wheesies, and the doos, 1279|And the dear ones at home in their nests, 1279|Shall be auld Robs' and auld Scotch lassies' mates. 1279|But there's a planters in high Highland land, 1279|Whose bane the lasses and hav'rel girls, 1279|Shall get sic a jink o' Heaven in't, 1279|And sae the more, the fainter they'll be in't. 1279|They and their kinsmen, and neighbours shall hear, 1279|When the horns begin to hum, 1279|How their pow o' charmin' wad soon turn them to scabs, 1279|Or they'll aye be turn'd abune the brooders' craigs. 1279|Wha for to raise a nest in their wives' bairns 1279|Shall pay the rancour and pain 1279|That's been laid on them by the female doos, 1279|When to mutch ane she has her weans, 1279|Or wark aye her ansers rais'd, 1279|That, 'tis m ======================================== SAMPLE 19110 ======================================== A little girl with two brown eyes, 31890|Whose hair a mass of curls. 31890|A little girl with three golden curls, 31890|Whose neck is so slim. 31890|A little girl who wears a star on her breast, 31890|Whose eyes are so deep. 31890|The wind was loud along the high sea-shore 31890|Of Spain, when her song 31890|Was wild and strong enough to shake the world. 31890|How the wind came,--the wild song came! 31890|Through the sea where the white sails beat! 31890|Out of the storm all is not as it were,-- 31890|Out of the wild sweet sea-resounds 31890|She was blown forth, the little white one, 31890|From some of the stormy skies. 31890|And she grew like a sea-bird golden-winged, 31890|A little child fair and bright; 31890|To the world she flew as of old the ancient dove, 31890|To the world she came as of old! 31890|But the world forgets that she was ever a child-- 31890|For the world knows not how it was,-- 31890|That she was born--the little one white, 31890|To the world she has gone out to sea, 31890|With her golden curls and her golden feet, 31890|And her white-crowned head. 31890|And it knew not how it was, until she has flown away, 31890|And it knew not how it was then but for a day or two more; 31890|But it knows now, and it knows how it was, like a bird asleep 31890|On the wing of the wild wind's breath. 31890|Then the little white one, the little white, 31890|Was a dear thing to me. 31890|And the wind and the cold fell on me, 31890|As once on a time on a time; 31890|For the snow of the winter I had spent 31890|Was white and uncursed; 31890|And I fell beneath the tempest's force, 31890|And the storm did strike and slay. 31890|In its stormy day I was not strong, 31890|I knew not of power nor faith; 31890|But the gods who live above did see, 31890|And heard, and wept in vain; 31890|And I bowed myself beneath their fear; 31890|And a little she to be. 31890|There is many a lovely thing on earth, 31890|And many a dainty face; 31890|But the most charming thing upon the ground 31890|Is a little little child. 31890|And so I grew like the roses, 31890|And rose-crowned with laughter; 31890|And I fed on the tenderness 31890|And the sweetness of care, 31890|Till my little finger was a rose, 31890|And my little face a lily. 31890|The white-lily rose that I had made, 31890|To sweeten it, and hang for 31890|A day or two, beyond the way and 31890|The dark old water-well. 31890|The white-lily rose that grew beside 31890|The grave where it lay for 31890|The grave for a night where it might rest 31890|A little longer. 31890|And so it came to me in my wild, 31890|The white-lily rose was 31890|Too sweet in the light of my grief-- 31890|Too lovely and fair. 31890|My little sweet white rose, a dream, 31890|My little white rose was. 31890|But I was too wild, for I knew that 31890|My little white rose was dead. 31890|And so I hung on it so tight 31890|That all I could see, 31890|Was a white spot on the sky that was 31890|The white-lily's white heart. 31890|And I laughed with heart in each breath 31890|That went, one and one, 31890|Along the winds that were blowing; 31890|A-tirlelling out of sight. 31890|And sometimes they sent it to the west, 31890|And sometimes to the north, 31890|And all the same it was a sign 31890|For ======================================== SAMPLE 19120 ======================================== 16376|"And, since you have my counsel, grant me leave 16376|To go to the sea-shore and await the prize." 16376|"That you may have my pardon: my commission is 16376|To find the girl, and bring her back again; 16376|My orders have got wings to fly, if they can." 16376|"But what shall I find in the sea-gulf? 16376|Where is the ship?" 16376|"The ship is lost!" 16376|"Is it not possible 16376|There might be more returning for her soul? 16376|She is lost, and I am lost to the world." 16376|"She is all but lost! 16376|She will never make a break for the star!" 16376|"I am lost! but can she ever make a break 16376|For the lost ship and the star?" 16376|"Nay, I can. 16376|I will go; my orders have got wings to fly. 16376|I will fly for a year beyond the star." 16376|Long, long, beyond the star, 16376|Over the sea-line, till I see the shore. 16376|Now, do not go, 16376|You are going far enough." 16376|"But what of his father?" 16376|"His father never came back; was killed in fight." 16376|"That is true! Was killed in combat. I knew it all." 16376|"When I was a boy, a man died dying 16376|For love of him who could have been more happy. 16376|How was it that you knew the girl was happy 16376|And go her way, and not ask her why?" 16376|"But when I am a man grown old and grey, 16376|All those years ago, if he live--I will come!" 16376|"Go your way, and wait. The man you spoke of 16376|Will come. I heard him answer when you came." 16376|"But when will he come? He is long gone." 16376|"Not long; but he will come!" and she took out the key 16376|To the lock, and opened the lock the long while 16376|And pensively to him, half afraid, 16376|"I must have the key, and make no haste, 16376|Now that it is dead and lost; but now I go 16376|Before I am that man grown old and grey." 16376|"Come back, come back, you shall. We shall meet 16376|The friends we knew, the friends so long estranged 16376|But yesterday, and make old memory whole, 16376|And take new fellowship with all beside 16376|Who will remember, and will not forget. 16376|I came not as a god to set you free, 16376|But only you may have the light of faith and prayer, 16376|And we the darkness. If to see you here 16376|Has made you just as dark as it can be, 16376|We are as weak as you are; we will go: 16376|But do not go, do not go. If I live, 16376|I will not know. I must not meet with you 16376|For many a year to come." 16376|Then out and spoke a light 16376|That flashed upon her face, and caught his face 16376|And made it bright, and bade him come again. 16376|In the great world's light they went. But they could not find 16376|The hidden man and the lost city and man's place. 16376|Their hearts were lightened of King Solomon, so they went 16376|To see the end of that great world, and in the peace they won, 16376|He stood by the great gate, he opened it to let them in. 16376|To the young priestess they came. She knelt and went to the foot 16376|pond of the great gate, and there she found the maid 16376|Who had borne them in her heart: the soul of that wild song. 16376|He was the one who had borne them, she felt, to such heights. 16376|"I will come back to you," she cried, "my lover, I will go, 16376|And you will see that I have put my trust in your hands." 16376|O sweet and tender was the voice, he heard, as she urged ======================================== SAMPLE 19130 ======================================== 30690|Honey from the hive on the hill, 30690|And milk from the lowland cows, 30690|Mead and wheat and barley bade for thee 30690|By the hands of thy peasants, 30690|Sleek in the sun, in the heat of June, 30690|Bits of bread, and bits of fat; 30690|And honey and milk of the year,-- 30690|Ah! dear, all are for thee! 30690|But though I am sorry for thee 30690|And for the servants thy father left thee, 30690|And for thy mother and sweetheart,-- 30690|Thee too I am sorry for, 30690|Ah! in the garden of Heaven thou hast set a cup 30690|To the young and the old, to the weak and the strong, 30690|To the poor and the rich,--the weak shall drink, 30690|The strong shall drink their fill,-- 30690|The poor shall drink it who can,-- 30690|Ah, sweet, in the garden of Heaven thou hast set 30690|A cup to the young and the old! 30690|Thou dost not mock at the strength of the gods 30690|Who in all things great and small have shaped and planned; 30690|Thou dost not mock in thy marble idol 30690|The wisdom of the men of old; 30690|Thou dost not mock, O Muse, the strength of Thyst, 30690|The strength and the beauty of all Thy works! 30690|Thou dost not mock at Thyself,--the great and the wise,-- 30690|The strong of the earth, and the air; 30690|And Thou dost mock Thyself in a poet's face, 30690|In the face of Thy works and the grace 30690|Of Thine art, O Thyst, who didst raise us 30690|From the dust and the heat and the dust's disgrace, 30690|From the poverty of the world's low estate. 30690|The face of Thyself is the face of all men,-- 30690|As thine own strength is, Thy beauty is,-- 30690|And Thou art a poem,--of Thee, Lord! 30690|(O Thou, all times and ages be holy!) 30690|It is the hour of all things done,-- 30690|Of all things yet to be, 30690|But, the hour that makes immortal 30690|And all-purposèd the deed. 30690|The hour of all things done, O Muse, 30690|Is the hour of all Thy works! 30690|The hour of all Thy works! ah! then is that 30690|The hour of all Thy own. 30690|The ancient hours say that all Thy works 30690|Are Thine in one! 30690|Thou dost not laugh, O Muse, to see so fair 30690|With Thy hand-picked flowers 30690|Thy garden of love's redemption: 30690|Yea, this is the hour of all Thy works: 30690|For all Thy works are for Thee! 30690|(O Thou, all times, and ages be holy!) 30690|The hour of all Thy works is the hour 30690|Of Thy own heart's needs, 30690|The time of all Thy works: but, the hour of all 30690|Is the hour of work; for Thou, O Muse, 30690|Art all Thy works are not. 30690|'_Come to my garden_' (they told me one): 30690|The great God's garden,--I had never seen 30690|A fairer of the world than Thee! and I yearned 30690|And still yearn'd to understand: 30690|For I was told, and had listened with the rest, 30690|For Thou wert only _some_ God! 30690|And this was my plea, as I have heard it said, 30690|"Thou art the Son of God, and we are not blind,-- 30690|If we understood Thee, we should feel Thee now; 30690|Or if we could not comprehend, we should know 30690|Of God, of Thee, all that is on high; 30690|But Thou art Love,--that's the thing that's Holy now, 30690|And in Thy garden we might find Thee!" 30690| ======================================== SAMPLE 19140 ======================================== 1004|He from my eyes directed me, and said: 1004|"Take heed that thou speak with those beneath, 1004|For they perchance may give thee advise." 1004|Whence I to him: "Of those who once were with me 1004|Through devious ways, and I pursued my flight, 1004|Still do the evil day by me you err." 1004|He then: "That soul, from whom I now depart, 1004|Paul, and Cola, and the Cace also, 1004|Upon the land they landed from the port 1004|That ever great Marcus by Praeneste draws, 1004|Was on the coast from whence thy port thou art. 1004|Already were those cities, wherein I dwell, 1004|Rome's citadel and the world's dominions; 1004|From them I drew my habit, which bindeth me 1004|Monastic and disincumbered as thou seest. 1004|That land from which such exile and such woe 1004|Are to this making Venice lorn of thee, 1004|From it I am descended, and am she 1004|Who as from Gabriel my brother I call. 1004|O glory of the female sex, 1004|In whom heart and soul in concert meet, 1004|If flesh and bones the soul in act to frame 1004|Afflict not the bones, how shall the soul be blest 1004|But with those heart-begetting nuclei? 1004|To swell the good, one gladly has we smiled, 1004|But what is best, if it deny the bad? 1004|Since 'gainst its matrix doth the frame engage, 1004|Whatever can be, has been; and to make 1004|The meanest bond to knit the whole with love, 1004|As we have liked it, is enough for this. 1004|Goodness exalts itself out from within, 1004|But badness the intelligence exalts. 1004|Hence from the female sex the only race 1004|Of humankind is this, from which is split 1004|The good and bad, good and ill; for ill demands 1004|More of the soul to hurt it, good demands 1004|More of the heart to wound it, than of both. 1004|Hence, if the good one fair and ample womb 1004|Receive, the bad receive only flesh and blood. 1004|And, to the use of man, the time departs 1004|Whence he receives it; for by both is divorced 1004|His personal Baptism, and yet he keeps 1004|The flesh-path, as do the Demi-gods, who, when 1004|They sin, both look to one another's doings. 1004|Were the good and bad in the likeness then 1004|Of one another, both would wish to take water; 1004|Wherefore through hunger, thirst, and hunger after food 1004|Fails one, and solace fails another, where 1004|A worse will is none, and the other's hunger 1004|With the worse is balanced. And hence befell 1004|That one will to provide himself with food 1004|More opportune, and another to consent 1004|To have his pleasure burdened; whereof there is 1004|A beginning in thy reasoning, why 1004|I ask thee. 1004|He who from Adam out of the human race 1004|Was angry most, the maker of no wife, 1004|Who made a second like to that he burn'd, 1004|Made her so amorous, that he in fact 1004|From her had not yet received one drop, 1004|Whence she began to move against his will, 1004|And from him was always moving removed. 1004|But, that thou less in offence mayst lament, 1004|Remember thou this, that from one flame 1004|All the others draw, with whom the sexes play 1004|With opposite impulse in the mysterious bowl; 1004|And know that against this nether baleful 1004|Are four great groups opposed, and each one safeguards 1004|The fertility of the race amiss. 1004|Of the male offspring there are those, who in 1004|Short space from their forefathers time had 1004|Beyond the stretch of sight of eyes can boast, 1004|When they have ======================================== SAMPLE 19150 ======================================== 30282|He haucheȝ hote, harteȝ of hir lyttels, 30282|He tok hem ryche, and seide, “I dyȝt myn, 30282|Of þe pompeȝ þat þe pombe me kyst; 30282|Forði þe worlde, þair worlde of þe pombe; 30282|I prayst worste þat worchyp may I by, 30282|“A sikke arowe, ’tis seuer to dyȝt; 30282|Þe kystlez of þat kystles, þay carþe, 30282|Of þose proude flemes, þay flemyn, 30282|“Of lof an other, lo, þat lyme is loked 30282|For my dere, my ryche is nylely waled, 30282|And I may se for my lystes stedfast, 30282|To serue þis tyþe, the lorde of his kyste.” 30282|And þoȝt alwey þe toun of lofte nyȝt, 30282|As the lof of lof, as hille bok bostel, 30282|Þat on a day þe lof to þe kyste schulde, 30282|And seȝ þe same, but that þat he was halle, 30282|Þat þe same ofte dayes hy{m} þe{n}; 30282|Þe same dayeȝ þe kepe he his mony þe fayre, 30282|And þe poynt of his pompe he to þe prynce, 30282|W{i}t{h} þe poynte of his prynce þat he haf hent: 30282|his hand.] 30282|Hildeȝ hyȝeȝ; “y erly þat watȝ me, 30282|W{i}t{h} wy{n}ge, if þer I schal wend, 30282|Fader þat I haf stape þis fas wry{n}g, 30282|Þat I wylt hy{m} þe wyse, ayeyn a lorde, 30282|Þ{a}t þe{n}ne w{i}t{h} wedeȝ to wylle, 30282|“For al is thynkande to to þe takyt, 30282|Of þat þis to loke at the lege þat hy{m} sere, 30282|“Þ{o}u may not be þe leȝe: if þere were 30282|“Þ{o}u more loke yow, lo, ȝif it were, 30282|Þ{o}u may hit neu{er} þe more lyȝte.” 30282|Þe{n}ne þe likke of her lorde bi-twene 30282|Þat þy loman for-ȝete lough, 30282|Fro þe londe to the ful randon, 30282|“Bot seȝe not þoȝt, bot stou{n}, & stou{n} i{n} hert, 30282|Þow is me{n} neu{er} þis i{n} hert, 30282|If þo ne seȝ not þy lyke.” 30282|Þe londe of þe lond to þe lappe, 30282|Þat she be nyȝt, & neu{er} þe norþe 30282|Be þy{n}ge þ{o}u neu{er} ȝeȝe þyse. 30282|Þe ryȝt ro{n}nyan ayein þe rase, 30282|Þat wyl not be wroȝt þe woneȝ 30282|Of þe werreȝ w{i}t{h} w ======================================== SAMPLE 19160 ======================================== 2388|I see and I feel; 2388|And so I sing!--_The glory of men-folk born_! 2388|Whose breath is fragrance, as that of wind, is light: 2388|Their souls are clear and pure as Ocean-sails, 2388|Of whom the Maiden-Queen, to whose feet I come, 2388|Spins up the World with many a pearl-bright shell. 2388|I see from far the dwelling of the Lord; 2388|The Moon-God lo, the Sea-God far below. 2388|I see the Heavens that round the great Sea-Causus 2388|Receive their guests. 2388|My name is Manumission: 2388|I do as I do, not as I would; 2388|Not as I would--nor as I would--but rather 2388|Because I know the better, and am strong, 2388|And hold it in my heart to hold it still, 2388|That I may sing that song which the great Sea 2388|Takes for a mark, and heeds not, but has not will 2388|To hear. I know that there is nought more fine 2388|Than what the Sea calls, and those which, blown 2388|To seaward, scud upon the tide-sea shore 2388|Of Ocean-sea--and those that whirl and go 2388|And go shall never be by, I know. 2388|And even though I be myself a speck 2388|Upon the track to nought, for which the Sea 2388|And the great Moon keep all motion, I go; 2388|The Earth's feet may smite me down, the Sea-youth 2388|Beat them upon their heads; but I go, 2388|Living or dying, as it may be best. 2388|Of all the things that move upon the earth, 2388|I see none with the breath of life go; 2388|They are the dead; but Life is Life, and so 2388|Life flows to me! 2388|And I am glad 2388|Because I hold it in my heart to hold it still 2388|That I may sing that song which the great Sea 2388|Thinks so, and that his wise creatures heed. 2388|That earth's feet may smite me down, the Sea-youth 2388|Beat them upon their heads, but I go, 2388|Living or dying, as it may be best. 2388|Thus while thy Soul is living, keep thine eye 2388|Unto the words of wisdom: Beauty comes 2388|From things, 2388|The same no longer as they are. 2388|Thy life, thine eye, and thine heart and soul 2388|Are one. Thou readest, and doest as he, 2388|Thou in the words of wisdom. Say: "For this 2388|My life brings forth fruit that excelleth all 2388|All other lives; and, fruit that none may cull, 2388|It liveth ever! For this life alone 2388|Thou hast thy being; not for other cares 2388|Shall come to thee to have their full sway, 2388|But as my own soul lives, thus will I live! 2388|Therefore am I the mate of joy or fear, 2388|And not as death-like as it was of yore. 2388|O mortal man, who by toil and care 2388|Sittest at the marge of life-tides vast, 2388|When, being set on action and not on duty, 2388|Thou, following, takest heed to know the way 2388|Of daily life, yet turnest not thitherward,-- 2388|Go back into this world and view it well: 2388|Take heed of the things done and heed of the things done 2388|And true: by wisdom thou shalt win the thing done 2388|Thine ancestral seat, the world within it; 2388|And if thou comest, first behold this law: 2388|When thou returnest, thou shalt take at least 2388|The rule, the life, and the life-rule and go. 2388|Therefore this law, which the Lord's servant keeps,-- 2388|The sole God-man, no other life than this, 2388|Be thine. ======================================== SAMPLE 19170 ======================================== 27129|Whom shall I choose whom? 27129|That I have loved her all my life; 27129|Thou shalt have love from Heaven: 27129|To whom shall I pray? to thee-- 27129|That I have loved her all my life. 27129|In what place may I look for her, 27129|That I may love thee well? 27129|On the mountains or the sea: 27129|To whom shall I pray? to thee-- 27129|That I have loved her all my life. 27129|There was a little creature once 27129|Made Ione her name; 27129|Ione was a little thing 27129|And she had blue eyes. 27129|There's many little things in life 27129|Whose names are large; 27129|But Ione was so little, 27129|And she had blue eyes. 27129|Then Ione told her father 27129|"I wonder,' said she, 27129|'If I may have blue eyes 27129|And have them fair! 27129|Their colour and their size 27129|Thou never didst see. 27129|There was a little lady once, 27129|She lived all alone; 27129|Her feet she did not wear, 27129|So that she made a noise. 27129|There was a little child once had 27129|A little piece of wood, 27129|And he would make a good hunter 27129|And eat up the corn; 27129|So he would not be hungry 27129|While he was there. 27129|There was a little child once had, 27129|The little boy was white; 27129|But when he grew up there grew 27129|Hands that held the bread; 27129|And they would hold it down 27129|When he grew up full small, 27129|By the side of his mother, 27129|Which made a little noise. 27129|There was an old man once had 27129|An English coat and shoes, 27129|And two big old men had, 27129|And the best pair of shoes; 27129|And they would ride with horses 27129|To some great fair. 27129|There was an old woman once had 27129|A pair of boots as big 27129|As those of the queen, 27129|And a great big old lady 27129|With two little babies at her head; 27129|And they would ride out 27129|With long sharp nails to bite 27129|The little children's heads. 27129|There was a little piper once had 27129|A great big wig; 27129|And every day he did it so, 27129|And played so loud, 27129|That all the big bears went away, 27129|And couldn't hear him. 27129|There was a little shepherd once had 27129|Three pairs of stables; 27129|And every day he did it so, 27129|And carried his parcels, 27129|They all would run to eat 27129|His chickens and ducks. 27129|There was an old woman had a pair 27129|Of fine new toes; 27129|She had them painted very fine 27129|Above and below; 27129|And they did tickle all the time 27129|The shoes they tickled all the time. 27129|There was a little man once had 27129|A bow and quiver; 27129|He shot all the fish in the river 27129|With that little quiver. 27129|There was a little boy had 27129|A coat of leather; 27129|He wore it in his hand all day, 27129|And saved his pennies. 27129|There was an old woman had 27129|A pair of glasses; 27129|She had them very fine and clear, 27129|And they took all the light 27129|Out of the room where she was sitting, 27129|Till she couldn't see. 27129|I had a little pony, 27129|Three years old; 27129|His tail was black, and his eyes were blue, 27129|And his little peg-leg pony head 27129|He was so queer. 27129|I bought him when I was young 27129|A little hat and a little coat, 27129|A little coat with a ======================================== SAMPLE 19180 ======================================== 36702|Or to see the day's own grace- 36702|Touched with the sunset's glow: 36702|Or have a dainty dish to make, 36702|And leave to fall 36702|Some diamonds glistening warm 36702|As you sit down to sleep! 36702|Or to sit out a summer night 36702|With an opulent guest 36702|And watch him lolling light on light! 36702|Or sit on a hill and watch 36702|His flocks of sheep, 36702|Just as calm and unafraid 36702|As on that day aghast 36702|He bounded from the door, 36702|Smiling as he bolted through! 36702|To him this was the world, 36702|And he had no fear; 36702|For he was very old, 36702|And just the right age to be 36702|A prince of Nature's art! 36702|His heart was warm and square, 36702|And with his hand 36702|Would he the sun would greet 36702|When the day looked bright and clear, 36702|With music of low bird! 36702|Or watch with his own eyes 36702|The waves a-gliding by, 36702|And mark the coral boat 36702|Coming and going so fast! 36702|Or sit on a high hill 36702|And watch the purple lily bloom 36702|That dainty flower above; 36702|And in the mellow breeze 36702|Pass faint, sweet notes, like love! 36702|Or if in sad plight 36702|Of loneliness he found 36702|Some treasure, dear as life, 36702|For loving yet so true, 36702|Would smile his tears away, 36702|And then in lonely pain 36702|Go down the gloomy street, 36702|Expectant of her lover! 36702|'Tis a curious thing and strange, 36702|That most of the people in a crowd, 36702|As a group they sit down; 36702|They do not look round or round, 36702|They do not look behind them. 36702|That they can sit on so small a bannock, 36702|And not grow fat; 36702|That, in short, is the reason why 36702|They have grown up so. 36702|They talk, when they are alone, 36702|Of things they want to know, 36702|Which they really don't care about, 36702|Unless 'tis "How shall I kill the bee?" 36702|Or "How shall I make Mr. Jelly roll?" 36702|But that's a very different thing, 36702|And really doesn't know any more 36702|Than that you can't kill the bee. 36702|They talk, and talk, and talk, and talk, 36702|Of what they may have been; 36702|And, after tea, they have so many questions, 36702|And their hair's all a-standin' there, 36702|That it really makes you think they are really confused, 36702|To hear them talk so well by themselves. 36702|Do you think their talking's nothing to do 36702|With washing and drying, and getting out of mud; 36702|And there's lots of the most ordinary things 36702|A man can find their talk imply; 36702|Some of them, quite easily explained by rules, 36702|Such as putting out the light; or shutting up the 36702|kitchen, and leaving the beer-can there; 36702|Or putting out the fire; or folding clothes, 36702|When they have left the room too late; 36702|Or being thankful for all the cold rain; 36702|Or praying to their parents, when they feel 36702|They're going to be late for school; 36702|Or getting up at day-break for lessons, 36702|With no child-help in the house; 36702|Or having their breakfast in the morning, 36702|And not being allowed to wait, 36702|As you are, for quite a ways distance; 36702|Or having their prayers turned down; or being 36702|Pregnant, and carrying a week's old baby, 36702|And wanting a healthy small breast; 36702|Or needing something to make hot tubs 36702|And so ======================================== SAMPLE 19190 ======================================== 18238|For a land of roses to me! 18238|But the land where I go 18238|Was the land of roses, 18238|Which was the home of God. 18238|I was a girl with a heart of stone, 18238|And a cheek of raven, 18238|With the first blue of heaven in my eyes, 18238|Then I knew that it was true. 18238|I was a girl with the last drop of joy 18238|In my eye to glisten, 18238|When the drop was no more; 18238|I dared not ask if it meant a sigh, 18238|I dared not ask whether it meant a kiss. 18238|I was a girl who could stand without 18238|The beauty in all beauty, 18238|A rose without the rime, 18238|And a moonbeam without the fire. 18238|I was a girl with a heart of stone, 18238|I was a girl with the last drop of joy 18238|In it to glow and sparkle like the light 18238|Of a new day on the mist and rain, 18238|In the dark where the soul is free. 18238|I was a girl who was free from all fear, 18238|And of love love for love could make me bold, 18238|And a rose with the fire and the rime 18238|But an empty hand enough for thee 18238|And a cheek of raven for a face, 18238|When the rose and the heart were at strife, 18238|I was a girl with a heart of stone, 18238|And a crimson-gold heart that had sense. 18238|It is not to you that she turns; 18238|I know that the heart cannot be brave, 18238|But the heart will be brave if it has the will. 18238|There is more love in the heart than the heart will ever know, 18238|And the rose is not the thing to hold up its stem. 18238|"_I think that it is a girl with the last drop of joy_ 18238|_And a moon without the fire, 18238|And a heart with a kiss on the lips_!" 18238|Her face was like a flower 18238|That dies upon the stalk 18238|When April's sunbeams peep, 18238|Or May's red sunbeams fret 18238|The hawthorn branch above. 18238|Her mouth was like a breath 18238|That wakes a secret well 18238|In dreams of love or fear 18238|Or songs of lover-song. 18238|Her eyes were as the blue 18238|That shines among the hills 18238|When the dew-drenched, moonlit skies 18238|Are filled with dreams of her. 18238|Oh, my one Love is fair, 18238|And red, and purple too, 18238|And ruddy-rimmed and red 18238|As, by moonlight, I. 18238|And bright, and tender, and sweet, 18238|To him I would be true 18238|And his love will be so 18238|As none can say is true; 18238|For all men are his foes, 18238|For one man he will scorn; 18238|I heard him say it, and he may have said it, 18238|And if he did he could not have spoken more." 18238|"For aye and aye, 18238|My heart is red, my heart is young, 18238|My face is fair, 18238|And ruddy-rimmed and red 18238|As, by moonlight, I. 18238|I have been your friend. 18238|I have been good, you said, 18238|Your friend, and all is well. 18238|I have been true, and loved. 18238|That you have lied 18238|I will not doubt, I will not fume. 18238|For if I have lied to you, 18238|All's forgiven me, all is well: 18238|But if I have loved you, 18238|You must love me, all is well." 18238|"For aye and aye, 18238|My heart is red, my heart is young, 18238|My face is fair, 18238|And ruddy-rimmed and red 18238|As, by moonlight, ======================================== SAMPLE 19200 ======================================== 24405|And our hearts grew as a rose, 24405|A rose whose blush was as a kiss: 24405|She was as fair as a new-made bride, 24405|And our love grew dim and dark. 24405|The morning sun was dark, 24405|A shadow in the dark, 24405|A shadow in the shadow land 24405|That a girl should be. 24405|We thought the day would end 24405|But we knew that it was long, 24405|When we saw the day was gone. 24405|The long green day was past. 24405|We had our rest to live, 24405|For we knew it was not yet. 24405|Ah, God, we did not know. 24405|It was the morning when we woke, 24405|We knew not we were dead; 24405|But God, with all His grace, 24405|We were as children once, 24405|That we could not tell if we were dead, 24405|But lie as children yet, 24405|That we lay, in the dark of night 24405|Whose shadow would not leave, 24405|Or make a shadow there. 24465|No sound of any kind is heard in the forest 24465|If, when he was a boy, Cuchulain mused deeply 24465|On the world's long and melancholy wanderings, 24465|How often he had seen--in vain gazed upon-- 24465|Some lone and ancient boulder, or tree, or bush 24465|Lying, as still as a statue, and still too true 24465|To give a faded tinge to the sunset sky. 24465|Then he looked to the east, and, as far as he could, 24465|Stood where the sun's last rays of glory might be: 24465|And with him he had seen something that startled, 24465|As though night had never yet kissed the startled 24465|Little snow-white infant after a winter shower! 24465|Cuchulain, at twelve years old, grew rich in plundered 24465|Riches and kingdoms, the fruit of his soul's toil: 24465|At seventeen he sailed to the far Southern shore, 24465|And, having gained in peace the fairest of lands, 24465|Priceless and lovely women, he did offer them, 24465|And in vain. In vain did Cuchulain seek them out, 24465|For there, in the midst of a crowded and bustling town, 24465|Was one, and only, the fairest of women: 24465|The sweet new wife of his friend, the singer, Elaine; 24465|And he did make her his bride, but she was not fair. 24465|So Cuchulain went back to his motherís bosom, 24465|With her hand laid lightly on his bleeding brow, 24465|To go and lie in her silent, silent room, 24465|That was full of flowers and music and love. There 24465|Did Elaine, the fairest maiden of Cuchullain, 24465|Pass quietly by on the crowded bier: 24465|With a light step, yet firm as a rock, 24465|Her gentle heart and soul she did enter. 24465|She kissed and caressed him, 24465|And stroked his neck, 24465|And kissed in his ear. 24465|Her hand was cold upon his mouth, 24465|And gentle in his breast, 24465|And soft and soft 24465|His breath came out. 24465|And now, O my dearest one, 24465|Come thou home, 24465|Come home to thy mother, 24465|For Cuchulain is dead: 24465|Then the dead are more beautiful, 24465|The sleep 24465|Less bitter, 24465|Less broken are. 24465|O my sweet mother, go softly up the hill, 24465|For I am faint with the journey, and I faint not now, 24465|For your child is resting in God's bosom, and resting there 24465|And I shall not weep, I shall not even sigh. 24465|O haste thee quickly, and fetch forth the water-spout 24465|And bring him out from the lonely valley 24465|Where long ago he played, 24465|And fell in the water! 24465|O haste thee quickly and bring ======================================== SAMPLE 19210 ======================================== Away, away, 3295|The way to seek her, 3295|To seek her by the highway. 3295|Away, away, 3295|The way to seek her, 3295|The way to go 3295|The way she went. 3295|What was the word? A voice 3295|Answering with silence, 3295|Crying "Yes, yes, yes," 3295|As if in doubt, 3295|As though in fear, 3295|She answered as she came 3295|From some far country. 3295|What was the name? The name is not forgotten. 3295|But only; and the heart is aching 3295|For the great voice, with its words of power, 3295|To bring back memory of her home. 3295|The world is a sickly place, 3295|There is no light, no song, no joy. 3295|Toil, and want, and the stings of strife, 3295|Death, and old age, are too much for these. 3295|But in the depths of her soul there was no need 3295|To be too strong or too sickly, 3295|Because there came to her from a great far land, 3295|From the end of the world, a voice with the power 3295|Of her long-lost hope,--a voice which was not heard, 3295|For a thousand years had it not been for her own 3295|Prayer for her sake, and with a smile that cheered 3295|The hearts of those she held most dear. "Behold," 3295|She prayed therein, "this sign, which thou seest 3295|In this sign: I give to thee my hand, 3295|My love, my hope. There is no more to say." 3295|Then she closed her eyes, and drew the veil 3295|Between her soul and the far-off place. 3295|Her spirit went forth, and was not stopped. 3295|She came not hither, and the sun still smote 3295|With its deadly beams, the hills, the far-off vale, 3295|And the earth's bosom. Yet, though she could not feel 3295|The sunbeam's kiss upon her face with grace, 3295|She smiled to hear the echo of the spheres, 3295|And laughed to feel the light that followed love. 3295|It is not yet too late. 3295|You cannot see, you cannot know, 3295|The path you follow, now so far away. 3295|Time is our guide. 3295|Though time shall cut us off at last; 3295|Though time shall crush our hopes and our desires 3295|While we cling to it, clinging, clutching, 3295|As though life had never been, nor any 3295|And while we call it life; 3295|Though time shall ripen all our seeds alone-- 3295|The love that seeds, seeds, seeds must bear-- 3295|Our souls, though torn apart, are still with God! 3295|Let time but wane 3295|And there shall be a shadow, a mystery, 3295|In our love; but when at last it comes, 3295|The mystery and the wane-- 3295|Our life is finished. 3295|There is no future, for a new beginning 3295|Comes on the wings of death to carry us on 3295|To that new future; but there is a beginning. 3295|And Time passes on. 3295|There is another day, is another sun, 3295|And not so far from now; and we are old, 3295|And weary, yet we cannot forget. 3295|And if you doubt his word, 3295|You need not go and look to see 3295|How we can live, nor wish to know 3295|Of the old days, or tell a tale; 3295|Time tells me nothing; and the stars 3295|Are not so far from us, or far 3295|As we are ignorant how near. 3295|We know the hours are brief 3295|In the light and the dark, and how vain 3295|Time will have us be in the close, 3295|Nor deem it worth its hopes and fears. 3295|We know not how the past is stored 3295|With ======================================== SAMPLE 19220 ======================================== 1045|When first I came, I was not all thy knight, 1045|And would not have been, if thou'st told the truth: 1045|So, have thou now, as I have right and need, 1045|And keep thy vow;--I 'ligs the truth with thee.' 1045|The sun is sunken, 1045|The heavens are grown disconsolate, 1045|And all the air a shuddering has shed, 1045|That ever in the night I felt oppressed, 1045|Is grown a sigh, and all that was distraught 1045|Is fled away, and in the east is cold: 1045|Haste, let us to the church, where each one lies, 1045|And hear the service out of doors are done: 1045|My true-love hath the key to my best-loved room 1045|And may I see no more the ladye's face! 1045|O lass, lass, lo th'eagle doth fly to thee, 1045|And is not in the eagle's wing? 1045|O lass, a wee birdie 1045|Is singing at my window, 1045|And can the night have kept it? 1045|A bee has flown forlooke it, 1045|And is it thou? and dost thou not smile? 1045|O lass, the hawk hath chased it, 1045|And can he take it home? and dost thou not sing? 1045|O lass, that hawk is flying 1045|For honey on the mountains, 1045|And if a bee did drive him 1045|He 'd be at his master's door. 1045|Hath the hawk a wife that 's fair and good? 1045|The hawk hath no, no wife at all: 1045|Why not? 1045|O lass, it is my own fault that I have none! 1045|The hart that hath the best hath the hartliest frame, 1045|The foxes and the shepherds feed on the fat. 1045|O fox, when they are come hither 1045|Let them now be led away! 1045|For I 'll have a word with you, 1045|Lest it be in vain. 1045|I do not like to see the plague-spot 1045|So far the better, 1045|The eye-bud, from whence light doth pass, 1045|That stains the eye; 1045|There will be little to be done 1045|To keep the spot away. 1045|O how much better 'tis, I wot, 1045|To see the pain that 's inflicted 1045|By the black bane of day! 1045|And then the scabs that give us pain, 1045|And not by our blows! 1045|So I 'll not see the day with you, 1045|Or hear his noise; 1045|I'll be away before his sun 1045|And never see my day. 1045|A little night-shot, some ten years ago, 1045|A man was drowning in a deep blue lake, 1045|With wings and tail as high, and all that could do, 1045|And still he'd the great luck. 1045|His hand was all a-squalling, for it never hit: 1045|His foot was all the while in water quite so deep, 1045|His tongue in every clause, seemed to be full of brine: 1045|He took to drink and row again, just like a man, 1045|Then heard 'twas all his own. 1045|It went on like that, and every now and then 1045|He would arise and shake his tail; he'd ask about me, 1045|And when they asked, 'twouldn't do; they'd give a blow; 1045|For no man had a right to that, he said, nor they; 1045|He was the kind of fellow they liked the most 1045|Of every beast to get: 1045|'Twas when the salt sea water 'twas a-steaming 1045|In every man's throat, and as they were in a boat 1045|They gave a shout, and away they went, flying, and 1045|He had made up his mind to fly. 1045|They took up their place behind the raft, ======================================== SAMPLE 19230 ======================================== 35243|For every one of you, 35243|I'll go, I'll go to you. 35243|When the old cat of New York 35243|Comes to me she will say, 35243|"I'm sorry if you come 35243|But my little boy 35243|And my boy is dead." 35243|But she will not say, "You 35243|That are poor and old, 35243|Have a little room with 35243|Spices for your hair. 35243|When the old cat of Manhattan 35243|Comes to me she will say, 35243|You can stay for her dinner, 35243|Have a lamp for your eyes, 35243|But she must not say, "I 35243|Don't care for him as much 35243|As my little boy!" 35243|So I never shall say "You 35243|That are rich and old, 35243|I don't care much for him 35243|As you poor and old!" 35243|I can think of better things 35243|Than to waste so late. 35243|But I've put the pages in the trash, 35243|And my eyes and mouth and chin 35243|All have long since been made old-- 35243|Oh, never mind them, they're all the same 35243|To the old boys in the town, 35243|Who have no time to spare, 35243|And who keep on making music 35243|In the time that they have. 35243|What though I have played my last game 35243|I've not been wholly wasted-- 35243|There were moments in life I would change 35243|If I had been allowed. 35243|But since I must die, before I must deign 35243|One last hurrah for the boys, 35243|I hope I'll get a song or two or three 35243|When they all are gone. 35243|I had a dream last night 35243|That put such a cloud 35243|Over my dream I couldn't tell where to go. 35243|I thought about the game, 35243|About the players and the moods they had, 35243|About what was in store, 35243|About what was to follow. 35243|I hadn't time to think. 35243|My watch was ticking too-- 35243|And the sun in the sky looked like a little bird. 35243|I had got a dream 35243|That seemed to prolong the hours to a still profusion-- 35243|The sky and birds were 35243|Saying that much about the time they were going to 35243|They'd been thinking of. 35243|Then there was a light that went 35243|Through the curtains of every one's eyes 35243|And filled them with light 35243|As if God had said, "Farewell" in the right direction. 35243|And there was a sound of voices 35243|Talking together, 35243|And the stars and planets were getting as one, 35243|And the world around them all was so in tune. 35243|But I hadn't time to dream 35243|All the stuff of that dream-- 35243|The music of the stars, the music of the planets, 35243|The music that comes 35243|From the feet of angels, 35243|As if God had said, "Beware!" in the right direction. 35243|The moment was too strange, 35243|I couldn't tell where to begin. 35243|It seemed like a perfect turn 35243|In the world's dress-shirt. 35243|"Just as if for another play," I said 35243|And tried to keep a low, calm voice. 35243|So out I went to the dance-- 35243|The world was making the music I had never heard, 35243|And one by one the dancers 35243|Were joining in. 35243|But now the dancers 35243|Were all together; 35243|I thought I should have heard them 35243|Say the words the moment God made the sun and moons! 35243|That moment I had dreamed of 35243|One more time, 35243|And it wasn't of the turn, the sky, the planets, 35243|The music of angels, 35243|But the music that comes 35243|From the feet of demons. 35243| ======================================== SAMPLE 19240 ======================================== 28591|This is for your sake!--and not for mine. 28591|In all this world of toil and care 28591|What do I care for thee? 28591|When thou art far from me the while; 28591|Ah, then, the brighter sun, the better sun, is 28591|coming on, 28591|And on thy heart a blessing is 28591|The brightest sun of all! 28591|This is for your sake, with love and gladness fraught,-- 28591|Here am I in the world and in thee, dear guest. 28591|This is thy blessing--all thy blest greeting, and happy 28591|and good. 28591|And there is one who bore a happy baby, of the world, 28591|And a happy baby she was, and a happy baby she: 28591|And she gave her love in keeping to her baby's God, the sky. 28591|And when she found she bore a happy baby, she said that 28591|"The world is full of gladness but my heart is bare: 28591|Why, I am but a baby, to smile or weep, 28591|I am but a babe, I am but babe to thee." 28591|Thou hast been so kind as to know thy kindly purpose, 28591|All my love is but a name to thee: 28591|Thou hast been so kind to me as to say this prayer 28591|That I know that it is thy will from hence 28591|To carry happiness back to my baby, her child: 28591|And so I wait 28591|A loving name to take to keep thee still with me. 28591|Thou art the mother, and God is my name. 28591|Thou art the mother, and thy heart is still 28591|On this soul of mine. 28591|Thou art the mother, and my heart is still 28591|With thine image warmed: 28591|Why do I love thee more than I love my own? 28591|I will find what I seek, and thou wilt speak 28591|Of what thou canst not. 28591|It is thou, dear mother, who my boy knows not; 28591|Thou hast no name to take him to thy breast. 28591|It is thou, dear mother, who he may not; 28591|Why, surely, thou couldst not love him so! 28591|It is thou, dear mother, who his life must lead; 28591|My name is on his lips, my light is in his eye. 28591|It is thine, dear mother; and then I know 28591|That it is God, calling me, even there. 28591|My boy was like a leaf of spring, 28591|I thought I held him in my hand, 28591|But I could not tell where he had flown, 28591|For the world was asleep at the spring o' the year. 28591|Then in the hour when I must die 28591|I found in the breast of an island 28591|My baby's grave, 28591|His bones were hidden from the sun; 28591|But the earth's cheeks looked strangely red 28591|When the dead day came. 28591|And I saw that the sea-mew flew, 28591|And I saw the sea-bird go, 28591|And the sea-bird nestled against her breast. 28591|I laid him down and turned my face 28591|To the grave where my baby lay. 28591|I had never a baby's joy 28591|Before I heard a man sing; 28591|I was so far from any joys, 28591|That I heard a singing bird call it to me, 28591|And then the day was over, and I stood there 28591|One moment, and I saw my baby's face, 28591|As if it came to me with life in it, 28591|As if it came to me with death in it. 28591|But when I was very weary, 28591|Tired of my burden, 28591|And weary of the world's talk, 28591|And tired of what was told in his ears, 28591|I went back to the place. 28591|Then in the time when I must die, 28591|When my eyes were very dreary, 28591|And they must needs be shut because 28591|Of a wind that ======================================== SAMPLE 19250 ======================================== 1383|The world at that sight seemed wide to see, 1383|He turned to the woman all hiss 1383|To meet her bent and all his need; 1383|His heart was at his lady's side. 1383|He bowed and clasped her with a hold, 1383|His heart was at her heart at stake; 1383|He took his stand on her full rest, 1383|His heart was on a lady's breast. 1383|He went as a prophet as he knew, 1383|And the earth was about to know: 1383|As a prophet as he knew, 1383|As a man was on this earth of old, 1383|That when there was an end of war 1383|From the heart of a world-wide sea, 1383|A world-wide heaven to spread aloft. 1383|What time peace, with her signet Rose, 1383|Shall open from her throne of old, 1383|With her hand a globe, and her wing 1383|O'er the world for heaven's wide slope, 1383|To fold all men on either hand, 1383|As a world-wide earth to be. 1383|With her hand the world shall come 1383|With her arm the world shall fly. 1383|The earth-mother earth receives, 1383|Earth-mother earth obeys; 1383|And the children of the earth, 1383|On this sea of souls for thews, 1383|Shall lift them from the sod 1383|To walk with earth's head on one knee. 1383|It was as though the heaven of the earth, 1383|In his eye and in his breast, 1383|Had turned to a mother and a mother's son. 1383|The sun's face, as though in his heart 1383|Some flame of anger flamed, 1383|Made plain that the day was lost 1383|That he was made to bow, 1383|And, turning to a woman, turned for woman's love. 1383|The great and the small of our race, 1383|As men and women and as children, 1383|Have grown and learnt this change 1383|In the God whom we call son 1383|To a mother and a wife. 1383|With such an eye, such a look, such a touch, 1383|Such a voice as lifts to God, 1383|Beaming on a being's full gift of light, 1383|And all from that great gaze is heard 1383|And echoed in a language free and clear. 1383|He is a child in whom is stirred 1383|The spirit and the will, 1383|A joy which needs no word of speech; 1383|With such a love is he begotten. 1383|His mother is a woman; she 1383|Her child is of mankind's children: 1383|Whose soul is light to light. 1383|Her child, when she is dead, 1383|She leaves a light which is like her. 1383|A light that is not stirred, 1383|A light for ever unawakened 1383|While it is at the height of love; 1383|It sees it not, it knows. 1383|This thing we see is not! 1383|Whose is the eye which makes its choice! 1383|Whose is the hand which uplifts 1383|This little spirit? Not the man 1383|Who sees his deed, the deed is his, 1383|Who hears the echo from his name 1383|As from a trumpet. He who takes 1383|One step from out the narrow track 1383|Of duty, in whose wake 1383|We see the spectre of a deed 1383|Pass as a dream, 1383|Is the man whose soul, the day's delight, 1383|Is to a thousand things a friend, 1383|Of the one thing to his soul the whole, 1383|Of the universe the light. 1383|That great and small of this our race 1383|Are ever at one trial. Not one 1383|But once at question is the light 1383|Our light is dim, how bright it shines! 1383|How strong it is, how strong it shines! 1383|A light in its own heart. When it looks 1383|On what it is, it ======================================== SAMPLE 19260 ======================================== 13650|Cradle, grave, and wrinkled, cradle-bed, 13650|The cradle was a big, black hole in the ground, 13650|And it was stuck full of bits of paper. 13650|And some of them were torn from the cradle-wood, 13650|And some of them were heads of rabbits! 13650|And some of them were heads of rabbits! 13650|You see, in order all to be hatched, 13650|You see, in order all to be hatched 13650|There had to be a hole in the ground, 13650|And in it there had to be a cradle, 13650|And every day, from morn till dark, 13650|Forth would there fly this small red thing, 13650|Forth fly this little bird of red! 13650|And it was always when the weather was cold 13650|That he came out to play on the green, 13650|But now and then upon the coldest days, 13650|To warm the red heart of the hollyhocks, 13650|He flew around among the green leaves, 13650|And all the little birds of green did call 13650|To welcome the little red bird home. 13650|He flew so high, he could not see the sky, 13650|He flew so low, he could not see the sea, 13650|He flew so fast, he could not fly across the plain: 13650|But when he came to the big green moor, 13650|He flew just so--away! away! 13650|He flew about on a point with a pin; 13650|He flew as fast as he dared, to and fro, 13650|To see, with the widest possible sight, 13650|If the cradle could fly, or the cradle could fly! 13650|The cradle flew, it did not land on a pin-- 13650|It flew away--away--O dear! away-- 13650|For all the birds of the greenwood heard! 13650|"O merry bird, hear'st thou not the call 13650|"Of merry Mary from the cradle? 13650|Why lands thy winged body on the pin? 13650|Blessed baby! hear'st thou not the call? 13650|"Run, silly limb--run about in vain, 13650|For Mary and Jesus are at hand: 13650|Thy cradle cannot fly, nor cradle fly, 13650|And Mary and Jesus will be there." 13650|The cradle landed--that did not fly, 13650|Though flying till then on the green, 13650|For Mary and Jesus, who loved so, 13650|Were there in white and black and red. 13650|"Mary and Jesus, whom we knew not, 13650|Whom we knew not, we have met and loved: 13650|Come in and take thy little bread, 13650|We'll give unto thy cradle a tear." 13650|The cradle landed--that did not cry, 13650|Though crying till then on the green; 13650|The cradle was a bird--it wept, 13650|And all the birds, and all the birds cried. 13650|Mary and Jesus, who loved us, 13650|Cradle us, and keep us always-- 13650|We're your little children, and you'll be 13650|Your grave-companions at your rest. 13650|Oh, my dear, come home with me, 13650|And I will show you a pleasant fire 13650|Before you climb the hill. 13650|The air is clear, the sky is bright, 13650|And, from my castle walls, 13650|The white clouds go sailing by 13650|Like happy singers bound. 13650|Come, my dear, come home with me, 13650|And I will show you the pleasant fire 13650|Before you go adown, 13650|Through the meadow paths where May 13650|Spins round her limpid stream. 13650|Come, my dear, come home with me, 13650|And I will give you a pleasant pillow 13650|Before you go to rest. 13650|The maidens were watching the white fire, 13650|White as a cloud, and fair; 13650|And from the castles in the valley, 13650|The maidens were singing the roundelay. 13650|The fire was white as snow in flower, ======================================== SAMPLE 19270 ======================================== 27885|With a kind of joyous exhalation from the sea. 27885|"There is a little country that is very near us," he said, 27885|"And a wonderful country of great rivers and great hills, 27885|And the little village of Epping, where we camped that night! 27885|Epping is the name of a town near the Great Salt Lake, 27885|But our camp-fire was a chimney-piece in the North, 27885|And the North Star is a big, white, rounded star. 27885|"There is a wonderful country, too, which I love, 27885|And we camped there at dawn. Oh, the wonderful little town! 27885|And the little town of Epping, the home of my boy, 27885|Is the place where I first met people. I could never find her, 27885|But her picture was hung on the lighthouse of Hopetoun, 27885|And the name of the school where my class-time was over, 27885|And the name of the village where I went on leave to be a loon. 27885|"And when I come to a stop outside the great town, 27885|All the great rivers are there. And the hills are all white, 27885|And the stars of the world are there above us in the sky, 27885|And white clouds, and white trees, and white water, and white sails, 27885|Eagles' wings, and a sky of stars." 27885|On the first night of the adventure, while the campfires gleamed, 27885|And the little camp-fire lighted on the hills of Greenfriars, 27885|And the little white cottage nestled where his mother dwelt-- 27885|On the first night of the adventure, when the hills of Greenfriars, 27885|With their peaks and the town-square of Epping, grew pale to view, 27885|He stopped and took up his harp and played there on his guitar, 27885|And his eyes were glistening with gladness as he sang, "Oh! 27885|"On the river of Dreams I have floated, 27885|Singing low, singing fast, and singing never stopping, 27885|But singing to the tune of "Oh! the beautiful, beautiful shore!" 27885|"There are many things," he muttered, "of which to me 27885|It is never dull while I am near it; 27885|For I remember all my thoughts and ways 27885|And how the leaves grew round me and thick about me, 27885|With little silver bells and stars on their tops for beads, 27885|All made of pure gold. 27885|"And now across me, like a bright hand pressed against my own, 27885|And softly, slowly,--thoroughly clasped--it swells and floats 27885|And flings me farther away from that dream-land shore 27885|Where the little dreams lie asleep, 27885|And still the stream of day has a wayward way to fall, 27885|While the little dreams drift in a sea of gold." 27885|Then softly he kissed her and took her hands to lead her onward-- 27885|And her long black hair dropped down in thick, light curls, and shone 27885|On the great black eyes that shone with so much deep, clear light, 27885|As softly he left her, on the wave of his happy, happy song. 27885|For the stars' fire is not of the stars' own making, 27885|And the wind is not of the wind's own making; 27885|But the very winds and waves and clouds and the winds and the trees 27885|They are woven of the very patterns woven by God for them; 27885|And the flowers and fruits and grasses are woven of the very life- 27885|"O, the wind," she said, for the very first time; then with a 27885|little sigh, 27885|"O, the wind, and the sunshine, and the blue sky; 27885|But the dear dear, soft voice and innocent, sweet laugh! 27885|And I cannot ever take him back to the dream-land shore, 27885|For I know that I love him not; it's too late to say 27885|Who loves me best!" 27885|Her mother took the little hand and led her slowly down 27885|Through the glades and through the woods of the great green wood-- ======================================== SAMPLE 19280 ======================================== 1279|A gude-sunshine! my boy! 1279|The brawest nakid I hae seen 1279|E'er step across the bar. 1279|I've seen the lads that rade by night 1279|As black as they hae done; 1279|A good, strong-built, hawthorn ha'! 1279|I see them laugh, I see them cry, 1279|I hear them sing and say: 1279|The bar is near a' things, 1279|And now and then a barman booz. 1279|My boy's a barman booz'd and crisped, 1279|His beer the finest nakid e'er did drink; 1279|He drinkes them round him, like men, 1279|But, bairns, he pays them nakid e'er so nigh. 1279|If barman pays not well, 1279|I, that hae bank-a-linnin, 1279|Will pay his taxes fully. 1279|Gie him my cheque and leave 1279|A' to get a' his nakid e'er a ca'; 1279|Himsel', let him trust the mare 1279|I wad help thee on his way. 1279|My man that's gude an' bonnie; 1279|I ken the way he's gentry'd; 1279|Wha gars me laugh, and gars me sing, 1279|An' win, an' win amang the lea. 1279|Wha win, an' win amang the lea, 1279|Wha win, an' win amang the lea, 1279|He'll pay my tenants argy, 1279|An' pay me fully. 1279|When in my olde hall at e'en, 1279|Whase hire I first to see, 1279|He seemed mony thro' the warld, 1279|But gleg in his teens; 1279|An' ay the better to say, 1279|He had a grup o' gew'sees. 1279|Wha gars me laugh, and gleg, 1279|Wha win, an' win amang the lea; 1279|Wha win, an' win amang the lea, 1279|He'll pay my parish argy, 1279|An' pay me well. 1279|I am a parish argy, 1279|That whiles am baith a fule; 1279|For wha can tax my parish, 1279|Or tax the Lord's ane; 1279|Ye needna, gie me monie, 1279|Wi' wage a drunkard wud; 1279|Gie me but auld Scotland's toll, 1279|For mony a league ower't, 1279|And mony a toll wi' wage 1279|I'll pay the parish. 1279|Ye mean ye'll tax the parish, 1279|An' pay the parish; 1279|Oh, would ye werena' nae tax? 1279|Ye'll pay the parish. 1279|Tune--"_Let me in your house again._" 1279|Finchmere, fetch her in, and we'll wander 1279|Along the banks of her grand river. 1279|The brook that passes by is a bardie; 1279|And there her green braes are whispering rest; 1279|Then will we stray, 1279|When our long daily toil is over, 1279|To the charmer in our humble cot: 1279|Her home is there; 1279|There's but a single path that's free, 1279|And we have lost her to our folly. 1279|Then will we stray, 1279|To the charmer in our humble cot; 1279|Her home is there; 1279|There's but a single path that's free, 1279|And we have lost her to our folly. 1279|My lassie, she's your ain, 1279|For that ye're my ain I can't deny; 1279|I loe the lassie yit; 1279|But wae's my Jeanie's Jeanie 1279|That's my ain dear Jeanie. 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 19290 ======================================== 1365|And she answered him: "Sir, we were not so near 1365|A little while before;--you know what I feel." 1365|"Ah, child," he answered, "do not look so pale! 1365|The pain is more immense; the man here is dead 1365|And you are but my widow, child; be comforted. 1365|And though we can discern no further from now 1365|The road that leads unto the palace walls, 1365|We cannot fail to speak of you and your love 1365|In such and such a way, and in such moods." 1365|As, when the day is spent, the birds return 1365|Into their nests again, and on the ground 1365|The weary man lies, with eyes that close, 1365|And after sleep falls like a lengthening shade, 1365|And when at last the shadows of the night 1365|Come, like a voice from some unknown world, 1365|In the old man he lifts his eyes and sees, 1365|The old man, sitting here beneath this apple-tree, 1365|A man of forty in his manhood was, 1365|As he spake, and still was gentle and wise; 1365|But in his speech I saw the words of one 1365|Born in the latest time in which man was, 1365|With aching eyes, a child that spake the truth, 1365|And a faint and feverish pulse, and aching limbs; 1365|And he only said, as one who speaks alone, 1365|"I loved and I forgot thee, as the sun, 1365|Who came to love and remember no more, 1365|But with my hands and lips and voice would stay." 1365|It was a woman from the churchyard! 1365|It was she! and we were three in one. 1365|From the churchyard the churchyard doors 1365|Open flew, and I beheld the three 1365|In the great door a shadow standing close. 1365|The woman, so fair she was and tall, 1365|Was smiling, and the eyes so deep and true. 1365|"What are ye waiting for, O wise ones? 1365|For what?--a sacrifice unto the Lord?" 1365|"Behold," she said, "in the darkness ye seek 1365|Some shelter from the wind and the rain, 1365|And no dishonor in your scanty store. 1365|The sun is sunk, and we are poor and small, 1365|So humble and so poor that he may see 1365|The glory of the world whereof ye are poor. 1365|Then let your hand and tongue be mute, 1365|And be ye silent, nor the world offend. 1365|No sacrifice we offer is more dear 1365|Than for the poor, who serve in the Lord's Cause; 1365|Their lives in silence do ye offer rise 1365|To Him for whom their lives are service!" 1365|As the door shut with a clang, they heard 1365|That all the world was listening. "Listen!" 1365|They spake together in the door. 1365|It was a woman from the village! 1365|In the land of the white man's feet 1365|The name that knows the wildest hell 1365|Of all the names was that fair face. 1365|She had a secret word of might; 1365|There is a power that cannot rest, 1365|But must struggle onward and onward, 1365|The power to resist and resist, 1365|And still, above, the unyielding Will. 1365|She came to him with this fresh face, 1365|This face so sweet and young, so fair, 1365|As if it looked more sorrowfully 1365|Than any old white face could,--there stood 1365|A face more sweet than any face 1365|That ever looked upon the earth, 1365|And as one touched by some touch divine, 1365|He looked upon that face divinely. 1365|O love! O love! in all the land, 1365|We love not all alike; but one 1365|Lies dead in the earth! He dies, 1365|And every one, at last, and all. 1365|And when that face was gone away, 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 19300 ======================================== 2619|I hear the white moonlight falling 2619|On its green green and golden glory, 2619|On a river of silvery light, 2619|And the sound is dying away. 2619|'Tis the wind in a blue morning, 2619|'Tis the moon upon a summer night, 2619|In a world where never sorrow, 2619|Never grief, 2619|Comes, to disturb the deep delight 2619|And dream-laden hours of peace. 2619|I think in the green dusk falling 2619|On a path that leads to dawn, 2619|The old moon walks with me talking, 2619|With a dream-soft eye of blue. 2619|Her yellow braided locks falling 2619|Down her angel-curved neck, 2619|Like silver beads, a hundred, 2619|Ever round her holy breast. 2619|And so she walks while I can hear, 2619|By the leafy gloom above, 2619|The wind's strange whisper and sweet sighs, 2619|That seem to mock the pain 2619|Of suffocated pain, 2619|Till I seem to hear them sighing 2619|On her golden-tufted head. 2619|She will wear her silken hood 2619|As a charm to veil her soul 2619|From the burning grief that kills, 2619|And the weary sadness stings. 2619|She will wear her hood as veils 2619|To cover up the griefs that start. 2619|And God will take away 2619|The shadow of His light, 2619|To cover up our light 2619|In His darkness and sadness. 2619|My life is dark as the desert sea, 2619|My soul is dark as the night, 2619|My heart is dark like the sea-weed dark, 2619|My life is dark and so sad. 2619|The darkness lies deep in my heart 2619|As the dreary night is deep, 2619|As the dark night of sin is deep 2619|In my weary life and its pain. 2619|My heart is dark as a pit, 2619|My cheeks are boding as the ashes, 2619|When I think of the last few weeks, 2619|Of the days when the sky was blue 2619|And the moon was bright as the sun. 2619|Of the days when the moon was blue 2619|And the sun was bright as the moon; 2619|And how we did kiss and how we did dance 2619|And how we did have gay time. 2619|Of how fair the roses of the east 2619|Were to greet the moon on her way 2619|To the feast of sin and the feast of God, 2619|And the moon that was bright as the sun. 2619|My soul is dark as a grave; 2619|And I sink in darkness with it, 2619|And my heart has nothing to do 2619|But fill its darkness with black sorrow 2619|Which nothing can wash away. 2619|O God is sad with my sins 2619|That I the sorrows know, 2619|That I hath bitter repose 2619|And sleepeth in no pain; 2619|O God in His woes hath need 2619|And a soft content; 2619|But God in His quiet gladness 2619|May be always gay. 2619|The wind was up and up and up 2619|In the crows' wings were feathers blue, 2619|With gold spots o'ershaded; 2619|And I thought it was a bird 2619|I had heard of in dreams, 2619|But upon a spring day 2619|I heard it say a word 2619|So like unto words, so sweet 2619|As a child would not choose 2619|To tell what it did say. 2619|The wind blew, the wind blew again; 2619|And more and more I felt the air 2619|Sweep through and through my body, 2619|Like wind through sleep of a man 2619|Or as a death in paradise; 2619|But as I was thinking 2619|On the angels' names, a thought 2619|Like as of the old time-path 2619|Came to me, and suddenly 2619|I did see ======================================== SAMPLE 19310 ======================================== 12286|"Praise to you, noble sir, and to your noble wife, 12286|For my having to their gracious love been kind." 12286|With eyes down cast 12286|As she turned to go, 12286|He, looking forthwith, 12286|Gave to her hand these words of friendly praise: 12286|"Youth, when you are made 12286|A partner in your youth, 12286|And when you have gained the first affection's full delight, 12286|And when with love its fruit you slowly pour, 12286|Remember this, dear love:-- 12286|'Tis good not at all 12286|To be sad all the time,' 12286|Though you have joyously sung to-day; 12286|"Remember, too, she 12286|Will smile on you the while, 12286|Will whisper love-truths in your ear, 12286|Will think your happiness 12286|A merrier lot than her own; and she 12286|Will not believe 12286|You have, although you seem to, a heart of stone. 12286|Remember, I have said, 12286|Your joy is to be happy, 12286|For your head is clear, and you can see 12286|No need to be coy; 12286|Therefore, when all else fails, and you will not say, 12286|Him all the world shall know. 12286|"I've heard a sad story, 12286|And that too is true; 12286|But never shall I lie at your feet, 12286|As I am lying here; 12286|For all the world can do 12286|Is tell a sad one, and then live on mirth." 12286|The noble youth, whose ear had ne'er 12286|That woeful tale missed, 12286|Sigh'd, as when with the lark alighting, 12286|He heard the doves singing: 12286|So mournfully, with sobs and plaints, he 12286|Lament'd that story;-- 12286|But not for such a tale to sing, 12286|And make one sigh. 12286|The next which came to hand 12286|Was a young woman's, to whom he 12286|Was fondly yielding; 12286|So with her he had been married, 12286|But, lo! the sham had fallen. 12286|O sweet and strange it was to bring 12286|A present home with you, 12286|But when one present brings 12286|A present home with you. 12286|The third he played at, 12286|And gave to his dearie; 12286|The fourth he danced it, 12286|And played with her doo; 12286|The fifth he kiss'd her, 12286|The sixth he fondled her; 12286|The seventh, he woo'd her, 12286|But all in vain. 12286|In vain! ah, fie upon her! 12286|Love's wheel is turn'd; 12286|She is the worse for his wooing, 12286|She is the worse for his wooing; 12286|She is the worse for his wooing; 12286|Thrice he has kiss'd her doo, 12286|Thrice he has woo'd her, 12286|And all in vain; 12286|Oh, fie on her, on her, on her, on her! 12286|Three times now together 12286|Have he given her leave; 12286|And each time have she refused, 12286|Well, but when he played! 12286|When he play'd for his sweet-heart, 12286|He spoil'd his love; 12286|When he danced for his doo, 12286|He spoil'd his life; 12286|And when for his dearie, 12286|He did his best, 12286|And each time did he see 12286|Her still better than before. 12286|At last she played the fool, 12286|And spoiled her life's happiness; 12286|At last she saw the day 12286|That she was loveless. 12286|Now she's no longer his, 12286|Or like to his, 12286|But half his own; 12286|No longer his it was to last, 12286|But then she was his heart ======================================== SAMPLE 19320 ======================================== 1304|I'll tell you how a love-knot's made; 1304|I'll give you all the secret lore; 1304|You must know all the means how they're made; 1304|I'll tell you all the precious art. 1304|The knot is made, the thread divine, 1304|The needle's down, the stitches fine; 1304|The time is short, when love has flown 1304|Without one kiss upon the tongue; 1304|Without one kiss, my dear, to me; 1304|I'll kiss the love-knot to my heart. 1304|If I could paint a kiss, so bright, 1304|So well I think it should appear, 1304|Then this sweet kiss, so true, would be 1304|More perfect every hour, more true. 1304|I'd paint those lips where two white lilies lipped; 1304|And those red lips where some roses bloomed; 1304|I'd paint those eyes, where heaven's breath wafts 1304|Blush-yellow through-white shut-up from the sea; 1304|I'd paint the love-lights in two fairest ways, 1304|But no one paints what you, my love, do kiss. 1304|Now come to me, 1304|Little blue-eyed maiden, 1304|And we will talk 1304|O'er the summer's roses 1304|And the lonesome swaying forest-leaves. 1304|When the summer's roses 1304|And the lonesome swaying forest-leaves 1304|Are whispering sweet to the young green grasses 1304|And the soft, dim-lighted dells of the hills, 1304|They'll take us by the hand, 1304|And lead us to where the wood-birds sing. 1304|Hear me, maiden! with tender eagerness 1304|Possess thy heart, and thus gently sing; 1304|For it soothes thee, as if angels sang, 1304|For tender and dear-thought-out desire; 1304|And it is so the more we love, 1304|For though thy hair is yellow as blood, 1304|Yet I feel my heart's heart 1304|Seem to thine angelal strain more sweet. 1304|The leaves and the sky 1304|Are white to meet me: 1304|And the stars' pale light 1304|Of white wonder is mine! 1304|O happy wood-flower, 1304|O maiden, laughing, 1304|I catch and I keep thee while I sing. 1304|Like the white rose, the little wood-bird, 1304|So softly-sweet, 1304|Hides her face beneath the sheltering branches 1304|That over her are curled. 1304|She smiles against the blackbird's cheek, 1304|She touches the clover's heart-strings; 1304|She whispers to the ferns and to the flowers, 1304|Of the dew of rain, and the scent 1304|In the clover before it fades: 1304|And all the little birds repeat, 1304|Aloof and calm: Thou art so fair! 1304|There is a place where the wood-birds rest: 1304|There are golden-sanded swardings, 1304|And green places with shade between: 1304|In the green swardings sleep the green things; 1304|In the blackness of the nipped grass 1304|The golden-faced birds are not afraid. 1304|But thou, for all this still mournest, 1304|Lying in your green bed, 1304|Clinging to the black, black things, 1304|What are ye that cry and cry? 1304|Night after dark, with no sound, 1304|With naught but the wind a-calling, 1304|Like a dream to thee I am creeping, 1304|Lover of the heart I am waking. 1304|When there is no heart to receive, 1304|When there is no soul upon God's knee -- 1304|Let me go up, as I go by! 1304|When all is only darkness, 1304|When nothing is but darkness ... 1304|Like a man with fever 1304|O'er the dark and feverish River, 1304|By the long, long ======================================== SAMPLE 19330 ======================================== 3167|Sees that he is not at home. 3167|'There's the light still on your face 3167|And the love within your eye: 3167|I can touch your hair with light 3167|Even in this desolate place. 3167|I can go round your chamber 3167|And make moan as I would speak 3167|And beg of you still, though you 3167|Are but in this last condition, 3167|That you say, and still would, 3167|That the love was always here 3167|And the love had now not ceased." 3167|"I see 3167|Thyself to be who you would be; 3167|But I see still a deeper night, 3167|And I wonder what is meant 3167|By the morning's blue and white." 3167|"'And I will speak to you, 3167|Sweet, of what you have to say: 3167|And, if you would be so brave, 3167|I will stand here and listen 3167|In your place.' . . . 3167|And she was gone. Her face 3167|Died out in hair of fire. 3167|""So, I knew not then of aught." 3167|It was a sad day in May 3167|When the man was young and the maid 3167|Was still young and young. 3167|And the man was heart tormented 3167|And his moods were not quite wise: 3167|But at last, in the evening, 3167|By a river-mouth, she met him 3167|As she did now a place. 3167|"I know not how, in the years 3167|Of this world so sad to-day, 3167|I should bewise thee! I can see 3167|When men have lived amiss, 3167|How they have seen too deep the night." 3167|"I know not how, with joy that flees, 3167|In the days in which I see thee 3167|The thought that thou art present 3167|Sets me a fire to live. 3167|"And I say, while I gaze upon thee, 3167|'I know, but this was never meant, 3167|Thy being were not meant for me!'" 3167|"I cannot tell." 3167|"I say unto him, if 'tis not chance, 3167|And destiny is not above; 3167|And if, in the hours of grief, 3167|There are some that dwell in time, 3167|My life should help that life to bear; 3167|But if I cannot do thee wrong, 3167|Yet take to me that life of theirs. 3167|"And if I have not done thee wrong, 3167|And the gods do not help them wrong; 3167|And if I have done thee wrong, 3167|Come, say thou what thou art. . . . 3167|"I love thee as I love the sun. 3167|And the moon, and the star, and the air . . . 3167|But the love will never, never cease, 3167|If thy life shall not love me well." 3167|Laughing, the boy bent down to kiss her brow; 3167|But she, with a light untrammelled, came 3167|To his tender touch on his cheeks of snow - 3167|"And I know not how, but I know 3167|That thou shouldst not be in love with me!" 3167|When the child was twelve she was gone 3167|To the sea, and the wild wild ways, 3167|Where the sea-wind in his wonder would be, 3167|Trying on rock and tree 3167|To see the strange, strange creatures, 3167|And their strange love for their sea-god's home . . . 3167|And the child was glad to go, 3167|And glad that she should see 3167|What her soul did never see. 3167|On the seas where the sun was not, 3167|A man and woman, and now 'tis she 3167|Who stands at his side with her eyes 3167|Full of soft tears upon her. 3167|"The love that I once loved was not! 3167|And I know the end of it now! 3167|I cannot go from his ======================================== SAMPLE 19340 ======================================== 24815|'Tis not the moon, 24815|Nor any moon that sets in fire o' the skies, 24815|I'm quite persuaded that a' all the stars, 24815|Is nothing but their suns; 24815|For, in spite o' their various brightnesses, 24815|The same I can conclude to the same,-- 24815|And this with the same ease, 24815|As any two young lovers, who've not got their hearts set on 24815|twenty-two. 24815|This last I am sure, 24815|From the very nature of the event, 24815|The circumstances of their marriage may perhaps produce, that 24815|"O, what a world to me!" 24815|You may easily foresee; 24815|'Tis one in which we must dwell for ever, 24815|And which will never be forgot; 24815|But a world of misery, though less wretched that the less, 24815|Is the work of Providence, which can do nothing in it 24815|that's just as bad as aught below it. 24815|The whole system is at best a most imperfect fit, 24815|As in itself 't were a system in a perfect piece; 24815|But it's by far more complete than the parts can bear; 24815|It is a system, which, in its various parts, 24815|Has no remedy but a law. 24815|"To be good, is to be rich," 24815|"To be rich, is to be perfect too; 24815|To be perfect, is to be divine." 24815|"The God in the heavens and its creatures dowered." 24815|And what is more, we can't help agreeing with Mr. White, 24815|And, all that, 'tis a sort of moral certainty, 24815|With the fact that good and bad, good and bad, 24815|Are the expressions of Deity to man, 24815|Which there's no cure for or against. 24815|"There isn't an object in nature," cries Mr. White, 24815|"But some arrangement of the mind can give;" 24815|And what is the meaning of that? Why, God made every object 24815|Before you, in the form it found itself in,-- 24815|But 'tis so very natural, I can't but think it true, 24815|But, in spite o' the doctrine it is not God himself, 24815|'Tis nature,--only nature, the thing you see! 24815|"Then if a man gets married he'll get no more," 24815|"You may say what you like, and then why, why?" 24815|I cannot but remark, when I'm asked, and when I'm asked again, 24815|There seem much less reasons than I have now for what I've said. 24815|One of the most amusing of the late Dr. White's compositions, 24815|If ever I look far indeed for an _Epic_ piece, 24815|I'll look at this poem of the Baron's, which I've just read, 24815|For 'tis, I think, one of the best that is in existence; 24815|I cannot think how any more can be wanting, 24815|And if the Baron doesn't like it, why, quite like it, too? 24815|_In the name o' Lord Gourmand_ 24815|"To-night the Baron shall be free." 24815|"The last of the noble house to settle."--_Ed. 1798._ 24815|All these are all of his compositions of "l'histoire de la Guerre," 24815|I hope the public, as this is written out of hand, 24815|May know what I've to say, 24815|But one,--it deserves a whole set-- 24815|I think we really ought 24815|To mention, I declare it, though it isn't in _English_, 24815|_I've had a kind o' lot o' notions of having written it 24815|For the purpose of promoting the arts of politics, 24815|But I reckon it is too political; 24815|I mean at their very least, they're very little useful: 24815|But the thing is, you must know, 24815|That, since it's the case _always_ is, 24815|That all our popish foes 24815|Pretend ======================================== SAMPLE 19350 ======================================== 9579|But that the heart was strong for duty's cause, 9579|And that the people were the chosen of God; 9579|He bowed his head, no longer to depart. 9579|Not the swift spirit of "the hour of truth," 9579|As some have fancied, has left his voice 9579|So long a time ago, the truth to tell! 9579|Nor that immortal hand, in whose command 9579|Lay the great bulwarks of our country's future, 9579|The hand that held the nation's first estate! 9579|No, but the honest man who never bought 9579|A plowshare, or owned an iron wheel; 9579|Who ever prayed aloud, or answered prayer, 9579|Was he of such a one! 9579|His house was never made with iron fetters, 9579|Or lained the body of a plumed priest; 9579|But under law of love and duty's law, 9579|He lived a peaceful, God-filled, Christian man. 9579|His was the sturdy arm, the heart of steel, 9579|Which the foe ne'er mutely lifted in its fell; 9579|And every eye that heard him surely blessed, 9579|And every heart that beat! 9579|Such he was who, in that dim annals 9579|Of the past, the writer of the Book 9579|Of Duty, spoke to Liberty's alarms, 9579|And held the sword to Hitler's coursers; 9579|We need but remind the public of God's blessing 9579|To such upright aims as his. 9579|O'er all our country's peace-packing now 9579|His simple Gospel shall have lasting sway; 9579|"Thy Kingdom, that mighty body, ye shall rule, 9579|"And whatsoever ye do, as God commands, shall be done!" 9579|So, all that glorious band of men and women 9579|Who build their shining paths with human blood, 9579|And love their little flocks and farms and altars, 9579|Shall know, from William to Bunker, a duty 9579|Of love and duty's sweet forgiveness! 9579|Oh, be it ours to keep a shepherd's shepherd's walk, 9579|Where millions of conscience-sustaining eyes 9579|Shall turn a profitless thought of sin to light,-- 9579|And shine as we have seen them bright! 9579|"And a great lesson from thee is writ!" 9579|"And a great lesson writ in Hebrew!" 9579|In every age and clime, beneath 9579|The various tongues and modes of grace 9579|We read it. "In dark ages of the brain, 9579|"When souls in darkness, wandering blind 9579|"Saw but their native stars, his wisdom dwelt 9579|"With men in Paradise. "Through many a land 9579|"His message carried, warning, consolation,-- 9579|"A message writ in human hearts! His clay 9579|"Was hallowed by the prayer of baptized men; 9579|"His holy spirit, breathing on their life, 9579|"Did holy things on behalf of men; 9579|"The soul of Judah passed through Turi's gate 9579|"To build her faith in Nazareth holy, 9579|"The land of Israel passed the brackish wave, 9579|"And heard a voice from heaven, "Repent, repent, 9579|"Rejoice, be steadfast, be just!" And they 9579|Who worked with stones that cross their gentle faces,-- 9579|Who looked to heavens above,--are not blest, 9579|Deceived, by him who bade them labour, now; 9579|And, in an age, that taught them but scorn, 9579|Must bow and think of him who bade them sweat, 9579|"And bade them work and swear by fire, 9579|"And bind and chain them by the twi- 9579|strand, and lead them captive through the land!" 9579|We read in history, in the daily press, 9579|The tears of millions shed from patriot eyes 9579|By honest penitents in anguish pale, 9579|Poured out in agony before that gaze 9579|Which, through our pilgrim-lens, looks upon 9579|The burning ======================================== SAMPLE 19360 ======================================== 24605|Beneath the stars to live, and die. 24605|Oh, 'tis a world to me of things; 24605|Though bright and lofty things, the truth is, 24605|Their base is deep beneath the waves; 24605|The world, their Lord, and Guide, and Friend, 24605|Their chief and chiefest privilege. 24605|Then trust me, gentle reader, 'tis better 24605|For me to suffer this than thrive 24605|With all the wealth my heart may hold 24605|Of worldly bliss, my soul can prize, 24605|Of heavenly treasure; but my brain 24605|Is far, far worse, a burden to me; 24605|I see my heart's delight decline, 24605|And fill with anxious thoughts and dark, 24605|The clouds of darkness which before 24605|Were bright and beautiful, and pure. 24605|Oh! I am weary, weary, weary; 24605|My head is heavy, heart is sore, 24605|Not worth the ease with which I rest. 24605|The night is fair; and in the sky, 24605|All shining with the light of spring, 24605|The stars are laughing, "We'll play, my dears, 24605|And now, good night," they whisper. 24605|I feel all glad, and all sad; 24605|I only can hear the song 24605|Of birds and trees and birds of prey, 24605|And in my dreams a merry band, 24605|Crying "Good-night" in clear, mellow tone, 24605|Good night, good night. 24605|I know not what is worst, 24605|For life is dark, I know; 24605|But yet, ere that I die, 24605|I hope my heart will cease 24605|Its strife with God and man, 24605|And find a peaceful rest. 24605|For when, beneath a star, 24605|I watch the stars of night, 24605|I see far off, in clear, 24605|Light far beyond our ken, 24605|The angels of God and man, 24605|That smile on all with all. 24605|Their eyes have heard His voice, 24605|They know Him all for good. 24605|They've seen Him in His glory, 24605|And do His will for me. 24605|I am in their light, and can 24605|Their will for me decree; 24605|My soul is near them, 24605|And to God they'll go. 24605|And when the dark is gone, 24605|And day is over all, 24605|The stars at last will shine 24605|In morning's golden ray; 24605|And so I think my part 24605|To help my Maker so, 24605|And love Him well all through, 24605|That he will be my friend. 24605|Then trust me, gentle reader, 24605|Whate'er betide, 24605|The God of Heaven and earth, 24605|And all the things that are; 24605|The Lord of all, I mean, 24605|My place and honor will. 24605|I'll walk beside thee, 24605|My Shepherd of the fold, 24605|In trust that God will bring 24605|To thee the perfect day. 24605|And so, my simple sheep, 24605|Good night, my dearest friend, 24605|God make you happy with me, 24605|And bless my humble flock. 24605|Oh, gentle reader, 24605|Why thus forlorn, 24605|As if the cloud of sin 24605|Would gather round thy way? 24605|How can you turn and look 24605|For comfort to the grave, 24605|Thy sorrows to beguile, 24605|Where sorrow dwells to eve? 24605|Oh, hear me, gentle reader! 24605|I may not move thee; 24605|But if thou would'st learn to bear 24605|A portion of the cross, 24605|Take comfort, humble reader, 24605|With God upon thy side. 24605|Oh, hear me, gentle reader! 24605|Why with sorrow sad thus 24605|Should prayer and blessing be paid 24605|To man in every way? 24605 ======================================== SAMPLE 19370 ======================================== 5186|Forth to the upper air had gone, 5186|Homeward at last the hero-stride, 5186|To his father's home returning. 5186|Time had yet been spent in prayer-meet, 5186|Time had yet been spent in supplicating, 5186|Time had yet been spent in asking, 5186|Would my suit be increased, or decreased, 5186|Helpless I lay within thy dungeon, 5186|In thy dwelling island imprisoned, 5186|To the willows by the river, 5186|To the willows by the aspen, 5186|To the birches by the salmon, 5186|To the birch-trees by the whitewater, 5186|To the ground-arch as a water-rat, 5186|Hasting to die on, tortured like me. 5186|Then I called to him my hero, 5186|Called to him the one my story; 5186|"Is there none within this dwelling, 5186|Is there none within this castle, 5186|Where thy brother fell in battle, 5186|Where thy hero perished for thee?" 5186|Quick as lightning flew my suitong, 5186|Like a goose I flew to meet him, 5186|Like a goose I flew to meet him, 5186|Like a he-goat sought I him-ward, 5186|Seized his hand, and flew aground-ward; 5186|But I found it empty raft and coal-ship, 5186|Only my boat and sail-foam flying. 5186|Fluttered I onward o'er the billows, 5186|Wafted by strong hands from land I sought him, 5186|Seeked a friend in trouble seeking, 5186|Seemed in danger, but was not afraid. 5186|"Then I cried aloud to him, [to him 5186|Let me go and speak with danger, 5186|Quick, I fear not, nor abhor strife, 5186|Shoeless I come to thee, my hero; 5186|Speak to me softly, and enfold me, 5186|Guide and shield thee, chieftain dear to me; 5186|Let me speak to thee in danger, 5186|Let it be as thy friend thou lovest; 5186|Wish the good hostess joy of thee, 5186|Hasten good omen for thy company." 5186|When the hero, Lemminkainen, 5186|Saw my friend was safe within her, 5186|Saw the hero's face of fire-emblem, 5186|Thus began the hero's story: 5186|"Thus the tale may ending end; 5186|When my suit was granted, granted, 5186|Grant to me a happier lot hereafter; 5186|But thy lot it is to suffer, 5186|To deplore alone together, 5186|All the ills that thou mayest suffer. 5186|Omnipresent Moon, I pray thee 5186|Pray thee let not waters wash me, 5186|Wash me from all waters washed ill-embroidered; 5186|Rinse me from all the ocean-washes, 5186|Rinse me in all the noble brookslet, 5186|Quench my fires by every lakelet, 5186|All the cataracts and whirlpools, 5186|All the ragged crags and gulfs, 5186|All the solitudes of the forest! 5186|"Strong man of heart and muscle, 5186|Wash me, O O O whence rainest, 5186|Rain-maker of the Northland, 5186|Leave not from this my troubles, 5186|Though as maid I o'erwhelm thee, 5186|Though as flower I overspill thee, 5186|Though as bird thou rainest on me, 5186|Though as cloudlet showery-cloudy, 5186|O, let not from my suffering, 5186|Wash me from all my waterfalls, 5186|All my streamlets, all my whirlpools. 5186|"Rain me through the valleys, checkspring, 5186|Drop me from the vale-courses, 5186|Fall me from the strong man's stronghold, 5186|Dive me in thy lakelets unharmed. 5186|Water ======================================== SAMPLE 19380 ======================================== 2888|And, wifie, that I hae thee to love. 2888|This was the kinde, wifie and youngling 2888|My heart shall always hae a part, 2888|And may to thee be ever faithful, 2888|As I hae thee to love. 2888|An' to you, my maist thou be my maist, 2888|That hae ye ne'er told ay in your life 2888|Yont the sweet story of your love 2888|Or how I hae striven for ye. 2888|How I have striven for ye I maun tell, 2888|That I hae striven for ye. 2888|An' your maist have I, that I hae one, 2888|That ye ne'er will tauld ay; 2888|My maist hae I, for love o' my life, 2888|That ye ne'er will tell ay. 2888|But what if auld or young ye be, 2888|An' love ye nought but me? 2888|Ae face is young for a' this life, 2888|An' young as ye'll be ere ye're dead. 2888|The grave-clothes is for men in life, 2888|That's for your sake the ground. 2888|It's for the sake of life the grave-clothes; 2888|An' it's for the sake o' life. 2888|An' you maun tell to me ae word! 2888|I'd speak and ye maun tell agen, 2888|For your eyes were ne'er sae wamed 2888|As you hae spoken now. 2888|It's the same auld story to tell, 2888|But it's the same auld story 2888|Ayehin' in your sou'westers." 2888|"And do you speak o' you? Yes sic ayehin', 2888|An' you maun speak o' me? 2888|I see na what ye're sae on about; 2888|But I can speak an' see, 2888|If you would speak o' me." 2888|"My grave-clad maist, a' you sae are, 2888|Lets be suppose I trow; 2888|For it's my grave-clad maister's part 2888|To bid him keep a han'; 2888|Till to hell or home he come as bid, 2888|An' haud you out the lave. 2888|"My grave-clad maist, I'm as braw, 2888|A' you hae the heart to make, 2888|For a' that in the pit I've lee, 2888|I'm thine to take away; 2888|And if, though I winna say't, I ken 2888|That you're lost by this, 2888|I'll pray be for your guidness, then, 2888|To help your furl borne. 2888|"I'll pray for ye, my maist as man, 2888|As man may help to-day; 2888|To help you be in time o' need, 2888|For a' that we hae to do; 2888|But I baith wan an' hae the will, 2888|Though it's my grave-clad maist, 2888|That I'll pray for ye, my maist." 2888|The warld's a bloody place, it's true; 2888|It's like some strange place in the world, 2888|Weel worthy o' her brave o' the warld wi' her stane. 2888|The bonnie lass sit blythe an' gay, 2888|The lass sit bonnie an' lang, 2888|The lass sit bonnie an' lang; 2888|The lass sit bonnie an' lang. 2888|The lass sitteth bonnie an' lang, 2888|As sweetly on the boughs as ever blew; 2888|Her bonnie hand in a maist holy clouing twa; 2888|Her lovely laddie is bonnie, and sweet, 2888|An' sweetly she sitteth on the boughs an' lang. 2888|The lass sitt ======================================== SAMPLE 19390 ======================================== 3628|But let us make a little bet, 3628|Since he knows better than we to spin. 3628|The very best of both worlds are ours, 3628|And yet, God, I wish he'd stay away! 3628|He is my joy and glory, 3628|My hope and my delight; 3628|I think of him daily, 3628|I am his precious treasure. 3628|When she came up the stair 3628|They were as shocked as I 3628|When she came up the stair 3628|(The world is always new). 3628|But she was polite, and 3628|(Oh Love!) she was kind, 3628|And when my heart was light 3628|I was glad as happy could be. 3628|(I would rather be dead than happy so) 3628|I have heard them say "You'll come back," 3628|As one who was a friend of his. 3628|But now I know they are false-- 3628|(I know that they are false) 3628|She will not come and say "Good day" 3628|As one who is a friend of his. 3628|But when I hear "I love you" (she has it not), 3628|I think sometimes there'll never be strife. 3628|(I think that I love her, just as well) 3628|She is always good and kind and dear; 3628|But though she's always false and mean, 3628|I'd rather be dead and happy so. 3628|It would be better to feel that she's still false 3628|And mean as she was of old, 3628|And there'd be no further gunfight or fray; 3628|For though there is one enemy, who loves her life, 3628|There are many, too many, all with one aim, 3628|To shoot at gun and shell and brither--to be, 3628|To kill or be to kill, until one man, 3628|Who kills or kills herself, is saved or kill'd. 3628|The world's good! Do it! 3628|I think I know why: 3628|I used to think so too, 3628|When I was young and gay; 3628|When I was happy,--and knew! 3628|When life was all complete, 3628|When I was proud and smart: 3628|When I had joy and knew! 3628|When my cheeks were smooth and red, 3628|And I lived where no one spied! 3628|When I was happy and knew! 3628|When men had nothing to regret, 3628|And none had anything to fear. 3628|Tears came into my eyes; 3628|And I talked to my friends, 3628|And I sang about my fears; 3628|And my heart was joyful and free. 3628|When I was happy and knew! 3628|When men were strong and happy men, 3628|And when the stars shone bright and high 3628|And no one ever cried or heerd; 3628|When every night was a holiday, 3628|And life was a delight, 3628|When life had all the mirth; 3628|And when we heard the good, old refrain, 3628|"God save the King, for He's the Lord!" 3628|I went on the road to find Him, 3628|And I went in a dream away, 3628|And I saw Him standing in 3628|A dream of love. 3628|I went on the road to find Him, 3628|But when I came back I had come in a day; 3628|And He was not here, but away, 3628|And oh! but the long, long road was lonely. 3628|I went on the road to find Him, 3628|It took me a month to tell how many moons 3628|That He was gone and He was come again. 3628|My heart cried out, Oh! God forgive me; 3628|My eyes cried out, Oh! God forgive me. 3628|The night it was winter; the stars sang out 3628|Above the trees; the wind it blew fresh and free, 3628|For He was home again. 3628|There is no comfort. I cannot weep; 3628|My eyes will not see, ======================================== SAMPLE 19400 ======================================== 19226|You had to say I had it wrong, my dear, 19226|And I might never have dreamed, I did. 19226|My eyes are always full, 19226|My fingers tremble, 19226|Till sleep has shut out all else 19226|That wakes the thought of you. 19226|The night is cold and dark, 19226|The wind is driving snow, 19226|But what is best for you-- 19226|The wind or slumber? 19226|You cannot guess, my dear! 19226|There is no answer. 19226|You may not know, my dear, 19226|That you are longing 19226|For nothing else than my eyes 19226|That you may see. 19226|Ah! little maid, my dear, 19226|I am weary in sorrow 19226|That you dream. 19226|I have felt your body tremble 19226|With anguish of love and grief, 19226|Until the night is over 19226|Where the trees are sleeping, 19226|And all things are sleeping! 19226|I have felt your heart's deep pain, 19226|I have tasted your soul's delight; 19226|Your tender kisses, 19226|Your kisses with my cheeks 19226|That were all my love was yet. 19226|I have felt the passion that doth burn 19226|Within you, and I know that still 19226|You love me--and I love you. 19226|I have seen the sun grow tender 19226|Before his head turned to the east; 19226|I have heard the stars begin to peal 19226|A voice, that tells me you love me. 19226|I have felt the kiss of love 19226|A kiss upon my lips 19226|That made all love a thousand 19226|For the love of you my love. 19226|I was not wise with youth, 19226|My feet that long have trod 19226|And wandered, 19226|Beneath the shadow of night. 19226|No more on earth I see 19226|The morning light, 19226|My life that was so glad and bright. 19226|No more I hear the cry 19226|With which our lips 19226|Have met. 19226|I am grown so weary, 19226|And all my dreams 19226|So strange and dim. 19226|I am grown so weary, 19226|And all my dreams 19226|So strange and dim. 19226|I have gone to all the lands 19226|Where blossomed many a flower, 19226|And the sweet earth I used to know. 19226|But never with my body more naked, 19226|Now I have come to meet my body's shame! 19226|All the world is naked, 19226|But yet my body's shame. 19226|There is nought that my body can protect 19226|Save my shame, my body's shame. 19226|I came to you out of the darkness, 19226|To be you and keep you safe from harm, 19226|Yet I have found you naked, 19226|I have come to you still, 19226|So naked that the world is afraid, 19226|And afraid of you naked! 19226|I came to you out of the darkness, 19226|Out of the darkness 19236|To give you a heart 19236|That my spirit should be free from shame, 19236|That mine should be pure, 19236|So that it may be free from the stain 19236|Of the stain that it bears from the stain of shame! 19236|_A Note to Critics, etc._ 19236|I have nothing to conceal but my heart-- 19236|I dare not conceal 19236|Aught but a part of it-- 19236|A very small part. 19236|It was but yesterday that I received 19236|To be your debtor, 19236|You wrote that I was full of virtue and worth, 19236|And you did well to say it, 19236|But you are not virtuous, 19236|And you are not worth a straw! 19236|If I had always written that you were so, 19236|You would not ask if I was so; 19236|I thought that you would judge me 19236|Without thinking of falsity; 19236| ======================================== SAMPLE 19410 ======================================== 2130|A nation's life for ever, man, 2130|The heart of the world, the word 2130|Of all men, is Life. 2130|When a few hundred years have run 2130|About the stamp of Death, 2130|And we but whisper him--(so they say,) 2130|"The name was not his own, 2130|He wandered far from Eden's bowers 2130|The sun was not; but, when we speak, 2130|The world is his own;--and so be it," 2130|Each sigh is his departure thence, 2130|Each thought a new adieu. 2130|And the man who thinks of man 2130|Makes what he will of death. 2130|He is but a living drop, 2130|Like the drop that falls on grass; 2130|The germ it lingers but a moment; 2130|The leaf it fades and falls. 2130|The soul that loves to dwell 2130|In his own native sky, 2130|Fanneth from his heart his soul, 2130|His soul in his own sky. 2130|This is "his" sky; it shines 2130|As if all the worlds were his; 2130|He is but one of many, 2130|And the stars are not his. 2130|In that far-off heaven, 2130|All the sun's beams like gold 2130|Are melted in the silver 2130|Of all the world's small earth. 2130|As God's own breath made thee; 2130|As God's own breath made thee thy own 2130|For ever, thou shalt rest 2130|In joy unspeakable; 2130|But we who love thee know the more 2130|Thou lovedst us first, thy thoughts of us 2130|And our hopes that we shall bless 2130|In thee, as Heaven and earth 2130|Or God made thee in Paradise. 2130|It was an idle dream, 2130|In this unspeaking land, 2130|That the good man the sun gave pain, 2130|That the good man received bliss. 2130|But his hands and his hearts 2130|Did the loving deed enrich, 2130|He received the gift the man 2130|Who feels the sun rise never. 2130|We may sigh for joy 2130|That now all else is dead; 2130|But why should man complain 2130|That death has not left its breath? 2130|It can be no less 2130|That God doth love men still, 2130|Or less that man doth mourn; 2130|The earth, the waves, the stars, 2130|Have been and go, and left 2130|Their treasures, still unweighed, 2130|To be arranged at heart, 2130|Or at least disposed to Heaven. 2130|God's creatures, with their frail 2130|And imperfect organs, 2130|And all their various wants 2130|And fancies, we have seen 2130|As made by Man's weak hand, 2130|To make our daily lives 2130|A constant service to his need; 2130|But yet he has made all 2130|Matter fair with perfect art 2130|And perfect use, 2130|And yet in all of these 2130|For us still still God designed 2130|A little world of dust to be,-- 2130|An earthly place to dwell on, 2130|A light in his skies, 2130|An earth of love to be. 2130|In spite of his high design, 2130|A little dust may chance to find 2130|Its earthly presence; 2130|Though Heaven would all proclaim 2130|Its Godhead made of dust, 2130|There still the dust itself 2130|May have an equal voice in Heaven. 2130|"Let be my little life." 2130|Is the prayer, 2130|Of the strong child of the great, 2130|Which runs 2130|To keep by its mother's side, 2130|For its own sake alone; 2130|Who shall say, 2130|"Let me die!" 2130|Who is it will say "I dare" 2130|In the face of his fate, 2130|And his destiny? 2130|The great ones will ======================================== SAMPLE 19420 ======================================== 615|Or whether the monarch's son, the duke, 615|Of Charles's and of Arthur's seed shall dare 615|To smite the warrior; but that they forego 615|Even that, for him, 'twere better far should do. 615|-- "Thou shalt not, sir fellow, suffer pain," 615|(Cries the good Marphisa) "nor yet shalt thou 615|Be seen at such a juncture to flout 615|My lordly service, even that thou know'st not. 615|I say not thou shalt not. I will be just; 615|And if thy life were not assured by me, 615|Thou wilt no longer live to reap the fruit." 615|And he, in soothsaying words, replied: "In sooth, 615|Nor I in life shall know my honour less: 615|So might I never in a war-scene wield, 615|For he whose hand is now my cause is dead. 615|Nor would I hope, so far as virtue goes, 615|More honour was in him by me bestowed, 615|Than by good King Charlemagne to him bestowed, 615|That in the world, so ill in fighting wise, 615|No one should claim to be a worse, than he." 615|When said her brother, the twofold champion, 615|"That thou shalt not, at the first assault, be fain 615|To strive against me and the rest in fight, 615|Truly thou comest nought a worthy peer, 615|Who wouldst be either knight in fighting line. 615|"For in the ring no power is so rewarded 615|That it may be endured without requital; 615|Nought can remain, that virtue hath not earned 615|Of worth, if, in the combat, it be won. 615|For him were greater things than that to share, 615|Which he that wants a heart in whom to lay 615|A hand, can only be without another. 615|But he shall die, I know." (marvelling she replied) 615|Her tongue, whose wit had proved a fool's reply, 615|Was by his words, for laughter, wellnigh drowned. 615|And him (so fixt her mind) the maid foretold 615|To that amorous lord, as to that dame, 615|Of lovers the proud feathered Danto bore 615|Before her, but on him more disdain. 615|He, who was fain, by this amorous pair, 615|To win in matrimony, to divide 615|His love and glory, and to make the oath 615|Vowed to their service, made with such intent 615|As, though foregone, might not be undone, 615|Yet evermore she feared he would forego 615|His duty, and forget his vows unblest, 615|And, at his choice, forsake her in desert. 615|Nor could Marphisa, so well versed in lore 615|Of matrons and of women, of their trade, 615|With these two damsels, one or other compell'd, 615|To leave him; nay, could she, within a week, 615|To prove her worth, from each of them would go, 615|To Marphisa would the tale have flown, and told, 615|If they but had some word to lend her aid. 615|But, seeing he would not be the less hard 615|Her faithful duty to her love forego, 615|She deemed, that on himself his evil had 615|The blame; and to return to England, she 615|Would, should he live, with him return again. 615|A thousand other names, and so be one, 615|I, with these ladies, with this knight would hear. 615|"Or will it be enough, if to such a doom 615|He give me leave to return and share, 615|And I my present lord, and all my band, 615|And you my lord, be bound; and you my queen, 615|And all my household, see to with all ease? 615|Or if thou wilt by any bar or stone 615|Or else with thee be driven from this flood, 615|-- A knight, anointed with the deathless light 615|Of saints and angels -- hence may I not endure 615|Unsanctioned to depart the land of Spain." 615|Of her good fortune, that her journey lay 615|Toward ======================================== SAMPLE 19430 ======================================== 11351|A dream of the day I had grown old and wise; 11351|When first I took to the roads with the boys, a child, 11351|No matter what folks said, a boy I would be. 11351|You'll find that my dream comes with the coming of the Spring; 11351|And now the earth is alive with a wild delight. 11351|And I'm glad and thankful for the little things I've got; 11351|That I can sing and jump and run and climb and sing; 11351|And when I say "Playtime, now!"--I always laugh, 11351|For sometimes I'm always there to welcome the day. 11351|Oh, come! for the old are longing; and the new 11351|Are weary and sad with travel; and I know 11351|That, in time, the weary travelers will turn 11351|To me for comfort and solace and help; 11351|For the old are weary, and they long for rest. 11351|And my heart is merry and gay with a gleam 11351|Of a new life, that they'll look for me by and by. 11351|The roads are gay with the joy of the coming day, 11351|And I'm glad and thankful for it all--for me, 11351|From a boy to man I've grown stronger and bolder; 11351|And I'm glad that the old want the comfort I've got-- 11351|They'll surely need me when I'm gone away. 11351|How many is the day? 11351|How many the days of the year? 11351|And how many lives are in it 11351|Who can tell? 11351|Some will be married, some will be 11351|Grown old, and some will be lovers-- 11351|Some will toil and some will sigh, 11351|Some forget.-- 11351|Oh that the year were not so cold! 11351|That the days were all so soon done; 11351|That every day was filled 11351|With bright new hopes and dreams, 11351|And hopes that were to be 11351|Lived in the coming year. 11351|So many is the day, 11351|So many the days of the year, 11351|So many lives are in them 11351|Who can tell? 11351|I wonder if some are dreaming 11351|In the coming year's dream; and if 11351|The flower in the garden can 11351|Think all the troubles it past. 11351|Who can tell? 11351|All the little birds that sing 11351|And sing and sing for joy in June; 11351|Their hearts are all in tune, 11351|And they sing with a joy that's new,-- 11351|With a gladness that's new. 11351|Who can tell? 11351|A bird is not a stone 11351|In an old world and a new; 11351|And a little baby flower 11351|Makes a gladness in the years, 11351|Making one in a thousand 11351|Think the joy was not so new 11351|But the little little flower in July-- 11351|Think the joy was not so new. 11351|Who can tell? 11351|And those who've known the year 11351|And the joy it meant to all, 11351|Say that life is not so new 11351|But that life meant to be, 11351|And that life meant to be. 11351|Ah, but it's the old life, too, 11351|That's the joy to all to make, 11351|That's the joy to all to make. 11351|Ah, the old life, how it sang! 11351|And it called it sweeter and truer 11351|Than the new-born life to-day. 11351|Ah, the old life, how it'd speak 11351|More strongly to the ear 11351|Than the new-born life to-day. 11351|Then comes the day I come back, 11351|To the old life, and you, 11351|Ah, but it's the old life, too, 11351|That's the one I'm grieve for, the one 11351|I'm the one I'm grieve for. 11351|And I'd rather wait alone 11351|In my room and see him die 11351 ======================================== SAMPLE 19440 ======================================== 18500|A' braw new baans o' bree, 18500|She shor'd at hame to-night." 18500|It was the warld's commerce, 18500|Basket in hand, 18500|To the deep-borough shore, 18500|And the warld's commerce 18500|To the deep-borough stern. 18500|It was the warld's commerce, 18500|Basket in hand, 18500|To the deep-borough stern, 18500|And the warld's commerce 18500|To the deep-borough grave. 18500|In the drowstly mornin', 18500|When the dewy trees, 18500|With their flowing robes agen, 18500|Were bewitched wi' fragrance 18500|From the bumble-bee. 18500|In the drowstly mornin', 18500|When the dewy trees, 18500|By the murmuring stream amang, 18500|Sae wondrous fair, 18500|That the heart o' Brian 18500|At their fairest sprung. 18500|In the drowstly mornin', 18500|When the dewy trees, 18500|In the murmuring stream were bewitched 18500|To their bewitched grace, 18500|Brian was the flower o' Brian 18500|At his prime of youth! 18500|In the drowstly mornin', 18500|When the murmuring stream was bewitched 18500|To the bewitched grace, 18500|Brian was the flower o' Brian 18500|At his prime of youth! 18500|He won the buke, he won the buke, 18500|Brian of the Truagne, 18500|As he win'd the king's daughter, 18500|Or ever was before. 18500|He won the buke, he won the buke, 18500|Brian of the Truagne, 18500|As he won the king's daughter, 18500|Or ever was before. 18500|There was five coronets in Brian, 18500|There was five coronets in Brian, 18500|There was five coronets in Brian, 18500|There was five coronets in Brian; 18500|There was six coronets in Brian, 18500|There was six coronets in Brian; 18500|There was seven coronets in Brian, 18500|There was seven coronets in Brian; 18500|There was ten coronets in Brian, 18500|There was ten coronets in Brian; 18500|And six crowns in Sion, there was ten coronets in Brian, 18500|In his courtly, stately, royal way, 18500|There is scarce a fathom a' that's free from his eye, 18500|He hath a wyte o' rhyme and art, 18500|But the best verse wad scarcely do. 18500|That poem wad ne'er bring him to grief; 18500|It may serve him for a pulpit-peddler; 18500|But to rattle verse wad do him no proud, 18500|And, as that's but unpleasing and unwise, 18500|Quitted his own hall, but wad do ill again. 18500|The gentry will his rhymes defer, 18500|The country people'll never understand; 18500|But he, that's a gentleman alive, 18500|Gives prose and verse for certain in aff; 18500|And he that's a gentleman alive 18500|Wad send me thro' life as I am now, 18500|And I trust I shal be gentleman an' good. 18500|O that I were a proud and rich man, 18500|And you were a worthy wife, 18500|As worthy a wife as e'er was seen, 18500|There'd be a new beginnings. 18500|O that we were e'er so happy pair, 18500|That we might be blest together, 18500|As we maun now are, I and my love, 18500|We two were never so happy pair. 18500|For which (quoth he) you'll make your chamber sweare, 18500|And I'll make mine, with a bonnie lassie, 18500|I could never get wealth and land 18500|For my love ======================================== SAMPLE 19450 ======================================== 8187|The sun--the sun!--when that he shines, 8187|To him so beautiful and rare 8187|The only thing to look and see, 8187|Is love, and love alone is that. 8187|Then let thy bosom, too, be gay 8187|To let its own bright hues shine out, 8187|As if some heavenly budded day, 8187|Which bloomed of old, so long ago, 8187|Still blest its own bright hues to wear. 8187|Tho' thou shalt never feel like this, 8187|So much more sweet to me and thee 8187|When youth is all that makes thee bright 8187|And tender as a morning star, 8187|Tho' thou shalt never feel like this, 8187|So much more sweet to me and thee. 8187|Let my eyes tell all things, when they meet, 8187|That in thy bosom's heart they dwell; 8187|While my sighs, that so oft have sighed 8187|In thy heart's lap o'er-laden fly. 8187|To those orbs that like a casket hold 8187|Their treasure in their golden sheath; 8187|To thee, oh! let my sighs fly, 8187|To thee and thee and thee again. 8187|Let my eyes tell all things, when they meet, 8187|That in thy bosom's heart they lie. 8187|Then, let my tears be falling sweet, 8187|And thy sighs be tears of love, 8187|Oh! let my tears be falling sweet, 8187|Oh! let my tears be falling sweet! 8187|The moon and the stars have a sweet spell, 8187|And in thine eye their silver lies;-- 8187|But see, the moon's a young maiden now, 8187|And her bright eyes are dim and old. 8187|A dewdrop to make her blush for me, 8187|A star a tear to grace her woe. 8187|If life were all but this, 'twould please 8187|Young joyous life 'twould never know; 8187|But life, tho' heaven be always fair, 8187|Shall never be always bright as thou. 8187|And is not the year for June the best? 8187|Is there no flower or bird to crown 8187|The vernal summer's noble breast? 8187|Yes, there are flowers. I would not tell 8187|The names of all the gorgeous things 8187|Dance by beneath the orient beams; 8187|They need not blush, because they're there. 8187|But, oh! the beautiful things, tho' 8187|Made when the Heavens themselves are gay, 8187|Have charms which even the flower that blows 8187|May still recall--as when I saw 8187|A little flower I could not speak, 8187|Which when I looked took fire away. 8187|This little flower, if I could tell 8187|All that its beauty could reveal, 8187|But I must leave unsung--for so 8187|My story does not tell its fate. 8187|No; never--never this dear name 8187|Shall live and breathe again, but lie 8187|In one forgetful ear alone-- 8187|The very ear from whence it came. 8187|And tho' I could but see the same, 8187|And not have missed the spell so well, 8187|I think, beneath my tears of joy, 8187|Some one would find it in her heart, 8187|In my uncheery sorrow. 8187|I know not how, the story goes, 8187|The way is thus--a young lover,-- 8187|A young young lady all in flower, 8187|And fair as any flower but hers. 8187|And when love's sun comes smiling round, 8187|The sun, the sun's at once the bride, 8187|The bride, because a single flower, 8187|Which in his light could flower, was he. 8187|And when all else in life seemed drear, 8187|So charming, but indoeacing, 8187|I held him so my star and sword, 8187|That I no other could aspire 8187|To like him, than the youth most bright, 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 19460 ======================================== 2732|"A good boy is this old Jack 2732|In his old clothes; 2732|A kind boy is this young fool 2732|In his new clothes; 2732|I am a kind boy you see, 2732|And I think a kind boy's a very good boy." 2732|"You are a good Jack, and you are a kind boy, 2732|I am a good boy." 2732|"God bless you, boys, and bless your boys. 2732|But I'll be a kind boy if I may." 2732|So he was a kind boy; and so he was a good boy, 2732|And they went their way 2732|Up in the morning to the village green, 2732|And up in the evening to the mill, 2732|They washed their darlings' robes, the cows, 2732|And they brushed the darlings' cloaks, the sheep. 2732|And they played as boys should--there was no fear 2732|In the green and fair-- 2732|And it was so good!-- 2732|And their hearts were all a-fire, 2732|For they knew 2732|The old red-stained day would come on, 2732|And they'd see their darlings each day be born. 2732|"Well! well! well! well!" the boys cried, 2732|"God bless you, boys, 2732|Thanking God he send us this good night, 2732|And when you go to rest." 2732|And they went to sleep;-- 2732|But the bells kept jingling, and the bell was mute, 2732|And the old man, dreaming, saw a strange sight; 2732|And he saw a long thin cow come rolling along 2732|'Twixt the clover and the clod. 2732|And he heard a loud noise blow the cattle by, 2732|And a noise like a battle, with a din like thunder. 2732|And he heard the oars reel and whirl and reel, 2732|And the bells and the oars go thundering by, 2732|And he knew the oars were broken, and the cows 2732|Couldn't row. 2732|And he knew it was the day of Jesus' birth, 2732|And a stranger would come, with heavy footsteps, 2732|With thick long face and eyes of pallor, 2732|And troubled face and drowsy eyes, 2732|And the long eyes looking out beyond 2732|The darkling paddy-land. 2732|He came to the white-gloved door, 2732|And shut the door against the men. 2732|He brought the children, and he kissed the boy 2732|And gave the girl to his mother; 2732|Then he walked with the nuns in a circle, 2732|And came outside to the city; 2732|The women came and they bowed them low 2732|With their long faces facing him. 2732|He lifted up the children's eyes 2732|And spoke among them softly: 2732|"Your little ones, if you were born 2732|When your mother's heart was young, 2732|Would have seen this birth among the saints, 2732|This birth among the cattle. 2732|"I wonder if your mother knew 2732|She gave the children, that she bore, 2732|This is a very curious thing, 2732|But surely she would not know. 2732|"She'd be ashamed to tell them; well-- 2732|You must think they are strange, and strange 2732|The children she has left behind, 2732|"But there they are, the children I 2732|Did give to poor mother at last, 2732|This the only present of my sons, 2732|And they are coming out without." 2732|He had gone back only to be found 2732|With the same long face and dusky hair 2732|He had last seen at the mill; 2732|But the child on his arm had fallen 2732|And, coming out from the wall, 2732|He recognized the frail old man 2732|As the one who had given him life! 2732|He knew the doctor in the street; 2732|And even in death, he would seek 2732|For him, at least for this little child; 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 19470 ======================================== 24840|And we, all, are the lucky ones who are 24840|Not afraid to look upon the moon! 24840|The moon, above the hills, 24840|With her light and her shining. 24840|Her gentle light is always bringing, 24840|With a golden light, 24840|Sweetness for us to taste; 24840|Which we cannot master, 24840|We always fear to taste. 24840|But what will she do for us? 24840|She is her sister, 24840|Her brother, too, 24840|Whose eyes are bright and pure, 24840|And whose breast is white, 24840|And whose hands are strong and fair, 24840|Whose fragrance is sweet, 24840|Like the dewdrops that are falling, 24840|Like the night-breeze blowing. 24840|She, soft and gentle 24840|As a cedar 24840|Before it 24840|On a summer's morning. 24840|The moon is soft 24840|In her silver beams, 24840|Like a cedar 24840|When in her shade. 24840|She is a flower, 24840|And a friend to us; 24840|She will never show 24840|Any sign of woe. 24840|How many things we dream of her and 24840|touch her and ask her to bring us forth; 24840|And when at last she tells us that 24840|Our souls are too great for her to blesses, 24840|We say by day to ourselves, 24840|"God will make the mother far more than the child." 24840|The moon, above the hills, 24840|She has no lips of chisellings, 24840|Nor is she a moon-face, 24840|And my God will make her 24840|A woman that is far more than my daughter! 24840|The moonlight is sweet on the banks of the brook, 24840|To lie 'neath the soft shade of her golden hair, 24840|And watch with the heart of a mother some bird 24840|Wandering in the sunshine over the wave, 24840|Or to go forth to the water's edge 24840|Where it lies upon the grass 24840|And gazes on the empty brook and the dark brown pools 24840|Whose pools will never be filled by a sonnet from you. 24840|Oh, that you had the heart to have known the tears would start in 24840|Your eyes, if they looked upon her, that child and mother you 24840|Held in so little love of yours, 24840|To think on the mother--on your mother and the brook 24840|When there was a breathless hope in your heart, 24840|To dream there might come to your eyes one day 24840|A bird of a certain shape and not the bird of stone, 24840|Though you should see it through the moonlight's silver tears, 24840|And hear its heart's low murmur 24840|And the white trickle of its water that flows 24840|To the shore by the brook. 24840|I wonder if it ever can see 24840|The green water or the sky. 24840|In the brook is the mother and her child, 24840|And they lie in the shade so long. 24840|And if they could see the stars, 24840|What would their thoughts be to me? 24840|What would they do, if they could see, 24840|What would it be to do, 24840|Since they can no longer see 24840|The great eyes of the sky? 24840|And if they could hear the stars, 24840|What would they say to my voice? 24840|What would they say, so tired and cold, 24840|That they miss the voice and the touch 24840|Of their little feet, so soft, 24840|And all soft on the earth 24840|And dear and dear as the sun? 24840|Why should not the mother, to whom 24840|She has borne such a child, 24840|Be glad and forget in his spirit, 24840|And not cry to his heart? 24840|Who cares if she should cry, who cares 24840|If she should hear in the night the cry 24840|Of a wild bird crying, 24840|When the mother's ======================================== SAMPLE 19480 ======================================== 42058|And every word is known by sight, 42058|By the eye and smell alone-- 42058|For the very garter which we wear, 42058|Though it goes round our neck in rhyme, 42058|It will set all things right. 42058|The very trees we know so well 42058|Have blessed us with good cheer; 42058|And every bird that over-head 42058|His warm full note has caught; 42058|And every flower that in the garden 42058|Stares at its day-bed-- 42058|For the very garter which we wear, 42058|Though it goes round our neck in rhyme, 42058|It will set all things right. 42058|If in the street a carrion crow,-- 42058|If birds so base as crow at all, 42058|And crows that call so vilely,-- 42058|If crows all out of season be 42058|And crows be not at all-- 42058|If carrion crow but once are born 42058|Where only crows are not,-- 42058|If crows be not for us at all 42058|Or only we for crows-- 42058|If crows be not for war or peace, 42058|Or any other thing-- 42058|If crows be not for plough or homestead, 42058|Or ploughmen at all,-- 42058|If homestead be not left or right, 42058|Or ploughmen at all,-- 42058|If crows be not birds in winter time, 42058|Nor birds in summer time, 42058|Nor crows birds of any class, 42058|Nor any bird at all, 42058|But birds in season with our crops 42058|And crows in season with ours-- 42058|If crows be not birds in winter time, 42058|Nor birds of any class, 42058|Nor any bird at all; 42058|If crows be not birds in summer time, 42058|Nor birds of any class, 42058|Nor any bird at all; 42058|If we be not men of war or peace, 42058|Nor ploughmen at all, 42058|Nor any war at all,-- 42058|If we be not men of peace or war, 42058|No thing we must deny,-- 42058|If crows be not birds of any class, 42058|Nor birds at all, 42058|We may not then be born for any thing,-- 42058|For no thing we must deny. 42058|And in the spring if crows for winter play, 42058|If crows for winter play; 42058|And every bird in the green leaf stands, 42058|And all the flowers in flower. 42058|And at the bud and at the bark of the tree, 42058|Our children, in the spring, 42058|We may not then be born, or grow old; 42058|For crows may come again. 42058|And every bird that over the green leaves flies, 42058|At the autumn, from the field, 42058|Or in the fields, or at the side of the river, 42058|Our children, in the spring, 42058|We may not then be born, or grow old; 42058|For crows may come again. 42058|And every flower that by the roadside dights, 42058|At night, in the darkness sky, 42058|Our children, in the spring, 42058|We may not then be born, or grow old; 42058|For crows may come again. 42058|If we be born, or grow, or grow old, 42058|Then crows are all for us! 42058|And all that grows, or flies, or is born, 42058|Shall crows be for us! 42058|And we with crows are no longer a king 42058|But a cuckoo, on a tree! 42058|And crows on our cuckoos shall sing evermore, 42058|"PRAY let us never cease!" 42058|The cuckoo of the spring is the king of all, 42058|The cuckoo in the night, 42058|And he sings, as before, until the whole wood 42058|Should answer him forever. 42058|The cuckoo ======================================== SAMPLE 19490 ======================================== 1165|My eyes with tears would gape. There is not now 1165|A sound to make my heart so stifled 1165|With worldly care, the weary fretful pain 1165|Of all things worldly, but God says, "Thou know'st 1165|That the day cometh for thy burial!" 1165|Wherefore the day had thought that no tear, 1165|Although we knew that our dearest friend 1165|Was lying there, should be the last of him. 1165|When all is over and the sun has set, 1165|The flowers will fall along the floor. 1165|And they will say, "Poor little flowers, like they", 1165|And wipe the tears from their blanched faces, 1165|And ask if I think they grow in France? 1165|And I will answer them, "Not for our sake, dear friends, 1165|But, spite of all the flowers that once we loved, 1165|I think that we love you much more now as then!" 1165|My dear, my dear, I love you now. 1165|For we have loved you long ago, 1165|For love is ever in the heart, 1165|And this heart of mine remembers well, 1165|As it has all the old delight, 1165|To think of you and dream of you, 1165|My dear, my sweet, I love you. 1165|We loved as God and man can love, 1165|We both remembered how to sing, 1165|My boy, my little boy, and you. 1165|My hand upon your darling's head, 1165|My kiss upon your sunny face. 1165|And what am I that I should weep? 1165|And what do I but feel your grace? 1165|Oh, I am one with all the years 1165|That were, and shall be yet shall be -- 1165|One with the infinite future's span, 1165|And one with you, my dear, my sweet. 1165|The little white flowers, so pale and sweet, 1165|Their gentle looks are lowering low, 1165|As though some secret thought were bringing 1165|Some past memory home on their flute, 1165|And blushing for the sweet glad news. 1165|They tremble not; their white faces hide; 1165|They tremble yet they are not pale; 1165|There is no fear in them, no dread; 1165|For they have understood my song, 1165|They are the little white flowers. 1165|The little white flowers, all fragrant with the odorous dew, 1165|Are like soft dreams in the soul, pure thoughts that have no place, 1165|The warm sunlit heavens of their soft blue interior hide 1165|A heaven of beauty far less fair than dreams of the Past, 1165|It is the little white flowers. 1165|Their little lips are red and tender; and like a red flame 1165|Within the heart of a woman is love's pale light that burns 1165|So faint that each and all know not how it can be smothered. 1165|I loved them as men love the little white flowers 1165|Who love and are loved throughout the day, 1165|But in their lives I have no song that I can tell. 1165|I will remember no sorrow or sadness that I have felt, 1165|And when I am in my grave, my heart will not break. 1165|I will forget the world and the hearts that are false, 1165|But never I will forget my little white flowers. 1165|My heart is old, and its youth was so gay, 1165|I often thought it would grow old too soon, 1165|And die upon the very day God died 1165|To a man's shape, and a new form to wear. 1165|And now my heart is grey and wrinkled and old, 1165|I cannot keep it young long, for I fear 1165|To see it be born in a man's body blown 1165|And blown and blown again until it die. 1165|So it will lie in a body long, and so old, 1165|I'll never lay it in its shroud of rags. 1165|For when I am in the grave, I will wear 1165|No man's shape, but a saint's, that I may bear 1165| ======================================== SAMPLE 19500 ======================================== 2863|He would do all he could, that a new life might be 2863|Bred upon him: and once I heard him so declare 2863|That what he said in his own heart had been so, 2863|And not the least thought he, of our present clime 2863|In which the life of man, and even of me, 2863|Is quite as great as the life of Him I feel 2863|I am in Him, and so has life, so I must. 2863|And my love to your dear heart! For so many years, 2863|I have been standing with my feet against 2863|The pale, and very small, and very bare 2863|Earth-abandonment of its own pastures; 2863|I have been standing; having stood, I cannot 2863|Be that old brute again that I used to be. 2863|And my love to your dear heart! Again you will tell, 2863|If I have told you only once, that we are strong! 2863|We will have no pity if we feel not when we see 2863|Our hearts were so at all a season ago; 2863|We will have no pity with the heart's desire, 2863|And if we feel not, we will not feel at all. 2863|When I left you, what do you think, did I find 2863|But still a little space between, that I felt 2863|A little joy and a little hate for you? 2863|Did not you see that there were many things 2863|That were only like one another with one aim, 2863|And all at once? For this day I had your heart, 2863|That was my departure, and I'll never have it more. 2863|And my love to your dear heart! The earth is so thick 2863|With love I'd not dream of, for love of you, 2863|And with the death that, if I should die before, 2863|The earth will bring me of a woman--ah, my God! - 2863|That you are love. That I must die of love before. 2863|What can I say but in the truth, or so 2863|As I am, and who am, that you are sweet and sweet? 2863|Love me, if I may, to be sweet or die. 2863|And my love to your dear heart! Again I'll tell, 2863|In many tones, how you made me hear, 2863|Before I heard you, love-talk which I knew 2863|Never to repeat, and yet so pass 2863|That to know seems all I ought to know; 2863|How you made me listen to an end 2863|Of all my life in that one word, "Not For Me!" 2863|And my love to your dear heart! Again I swear, 2863|If I could die of love, not so shortly! 2863|It's quite true! I must be happy now 2863|As if you, dying, never wagged an ear. 2863|And I'm content to be so; and I like it so, 2863|And all I ask in happy mood is this, 2863|When I die, to lie as you have lied to me - 2863|This: to lie and hear you, when a dream of you 2863|Leaves me with no mouth but yours, and no face. 2863|And I'm content to be so,--and thus I fare 2863|In this our mutual love, with all we know: 2863|That such and such a woman seems to make 2863|Such things as pity even me from a lover. 2863|And so we lie as once we lay, and kiss 2863|Till we shall die, with all a woman can; 2863|And every time we love is love made so 2863|That we must die of love; and so I swear, 2863|If I could die before and yet you died, 2863|As happy as I could in all I saw of you 2863|I'd lie as long a life as ever heard! 2863|"The moon is hid, the moon is spent!" 2863|"Not yet, not yet!" 2863|For when she turns to light her face 2863|It's so fresh and bright. 2863|You fancy 'twas a night, and the night came ======================================== SAMPLE 19510 ======================================== 22229|With hearts as heavy as willow-buds-- 22229|When Spring-sick Spring her tender showers 22229|Breaks forth in Maytime, soft and bright; 22229|When, all in sunshine, sweetly gleaming, 22229|Miles on miles of blossoming may 22229|Shed their bright drops on the garden bed, 22229|And dance upon the wreathing spray; 22229|When the wild bees in merry harmony 22229|Chant the glad hymn of health to man, 22229|And from the bee-throst's tinkling teardrops 22229|Rise the rich odours from the rose. 22229|'Tis the time of the chorasm, 22229|The holy eve before the world's great day-- 22229|For this, on this sweet day of love and rest, 22229|At Heaven's gate we bring the golden bowl, 22229|O'er which our hearts the draught will float. 22229|O, then come, come away, 22229|O come from yonder sky, 22229|Where clouds are like the wavy gold of May, 22229|And all the sun is in the haze; 22229|O come, dear Love, away, 22229|When the lark is in the air, 22229|And all the world is in your charge; 22229|Come, sweetheart, and let us fly 22229|As far as you can tell! 22229|There's a joy beyond the world's blue sea, 22229|My Love, 'twixt sea and sky, 22229|When you're by my side as heart to heart; 22229|And I can say, 22229|Oh! happy's the time of the chorasm. 22229|There's nae patience or hope in my bosom, 22229|My Love, but the dew within it, 22229|When the mavis sings her sweetest in spring, 22229|And the lark is skyward flying; 22229|And I can say, 22229|Of the time of the chorasm, 22229|Of the dew within it, 22229|Of the mavis's sweetest song and star-shine, 22229|When the sun is golden in heaven. 22229|The light in her eyes is as holy's 22229|That lights our little lea; 22229|She has the purest spirit of grace, 22229|My Love, as e'er was fair, 22229|On earth and heaven in perfect bloom, 22229|My Love, sweetheart, come away! 22229|O'er hill, and plain, and dale, 22229|The gowany roe her way, 22229|And drest in all her proud array 22229|That grace and beauty prove. 22229|But round the wood and river wide, 22229|That make her face divine, 22229|She wears an angel there alone 22229|Whose nature is the air. 22229|O'er hill, and glen, and grove, 22229|Across the valley wide, 22229|She walks at will with air sublime, 22229|And flowers along the way. 22229|But hark! she 'monges! the deer, the hare 22229|From out the wood are free, 22229|And, oh, the flowers that deck the brae, 22229|On every bush they lie. 22229|But hark! the e'enings ear! the far-off cry, 22229|The far-off shout of war, 22229|The bugle's merry din--the bugle's strain 22229|Of bugle-notes to the ear. 22229|O'er hill, and glen, and dale, 22229|The gowany roe her way, 22229|And drest in all her proud array 22229|That grace and beauty prove. 22229|The moon is up, the starlight streaming 22229|Along the dim-lighted vale, 22229|The bird is awake, and sings the daffodil, 22229|While I lie all so quietly asleep. 22229|But see! I feel my heart, and knowing this, 22229|Know that I'm lying still, and warmly warm; 22229|Yet the love that once lit my sunburnt eye, 22 ======================================== SAMPLE 19520 ======================================== 27297|He will have to be at peace, and yet-- 27297|The child will make a wise reply; 27297|He will see the truth a better way. 27297|And that is why I will not wait,-- 27297|He has a way that is right, 27297|And will let me make him, though I wait, 27297|If God will take it from me now. 27297|My love is weary of the field, 27297|My son is weary of the sword; 27297|For all the years of knightly fame 27297|That I have ridden on the world's road, 27297|I have been proud to say that there 27297|Were few who ever stood a head. 27297|My son is weary of the saddle, 27297|My son has weary grown of state; 27297|He knows the sword must come at last. 27297|My son is weary of the hall, 27297|The halls of all the world are his; 27297|Yet, if the man who came from me, 27297|Had found those lilies in his blood, 27297|I would not be so wrong when he said 27297|The sword must go at last. 27297|Ah, there were days of rapture all our own, 27297|The dear sweet days of life when all God's hand 27297|In silence made its covenant in thought, 27297|And all the dear sweet flowers lay there to blow. 27297|The days of faith and hope that life could give 27297|To men who prayed,--and God--but never did! 27297|They knew that when the world's great work was done 27297|In all the long low hours He prayed for them, 27297|God would take their work in time to come, 27297|And lift each heart from out the deeps of doubt, 27297|And give His youth again its strength again. 27297|For every man that sought God's purpose there, 27297|God in His grace and love gave all his own. 27297|Not now He hears our pleading for our bays; 27297|We kneel where the world's low ways are laid; 27297|We say, No time is given to our tears; 27297|We stand by the holy hearth that he made. 27297|They know where the flowers are in the grasses, still 27297|That seem to beckon on the wind-washed ways, 27297|The lindens are still that bend above the door. 27297|They know where the birds are, high up above 27297|The old sweet hearth that's long ago a bed; 27297|They know where the roses are, and how they bloom 27297|Beside the hearth where I am gone again, 27297|Beside the ashes where I loved to lie. 27297|_I come from the hills where the hills of the world be. 27297|I have the hills to go before; 27297|The hills where the dead men lie, 27297|Where the stars are born and grow, 27297|They have borne me and my hope on their arms._ 27297|_We live in a greater hill; 27297|The hills of the world are a line; 27297|We have built a mighty line, 27297|And they have led me and my love._ 27297|_A line more great is the line that we are trying 27297|To build, and we need it to be true._ 27297|_And our great line is our hands together; 27297|This is the part of our longing 27297|To reach with them to the end._ 27297|_The end is beyond the great lines that have driven us, 27297|We are moving from place to place, 27297|And a great hill is at the end, 27297|And we are building a mighty line._ 27297|_A line of roads, and a line of ships; 27297|We were going to build but for that._ 27297|_A road to the hills where the hills are laid; 27297|A line to the end that we build 27297|That the dead be free to meet us where we come._ 27297|_And the great line stands high above us, 27297|With the dead to hold and love us where we pray._ 27297|_It is far, it is far beyond, 27297|And we still shall build with the ======================================== SAMPLE 19530 ======================================== 11351|My little one loves the moorland. 11351|He loves it for its mossy skirts, 11351|For the water-nipple and the pebble, 11351|For the dandelions and their glitter, 11351|For the daisy and the briar, 11351|For the brier-tops and the hawthorn, 11351|For the meadow-sweet and for the wheat,-- 11351|For dewdrops, dewdrops, dewdrops, etc. 11351|My little one loves the wild-wood. 11351|He loves it for its fragrant breath, 11351|For its breath of balm and balm for balm, 11351|For its love-songs and its doings, 11351|For its whispers and its whisperings, 11351|For its dandelions and its briar,-- 11351|For the bluebells and the wilding sage, 11351|For the cedars and the alders blue,-- 11351|For the wild-wood and its wilding swamps, 11351|For the sun-flowers and its pansies, 11351|For the dew-filled gourd and its sweetness, 11351|For the daisies and the buttercups,-- 11351|For its dewdrops and its ditties,-- 11351|For the wild-wood and its wilding swamps. 11351|My little one loves the meadow-lands. 11351|He loves them for their tasseled wheat, 11351|For the quail's and the quail's eggs and mash, 11351|For the deer's and elk's and antler pies 11351|So shiny and brown and gnarled and sleek, 11351|The little fat calf-skin all about, 11351|The red-bug's velvet lining, 11351|And the big fat liver in its velvet nest; 11351|The green, warm turf, the meadows spread, 11351|The brown, smooth turf, and the wild, wind-blown grass 11351|And the little cowslips sweet in the sun. 11351|My little weary, and his little wife is ill, 11351|And never lets him come near the fields again 11351|To bring back his pail of millet full of dew; 11351|He takes a little walk in the mowing or mowing crew,-- 11351|With the little warm dog between his arms, 11351|And nothing but the millet pail to drive 11351|From the grass-roots under the stile, and nothing more, 11351|But a stone to keep their eyes shut. 11351|_Old Mother Earth 11351|Hath given to us in order to enjoy her beauty, 11351|A garden of the purest and best, which we 11351|May see, or hear, or touch, in it, if we will, 11351|Only the lovely petals of those lovely flowers 11351|That are by her, or that she has sown at random. 11351|But if we had a taste of the perfume of her flowers, 11351|Or a touch of the perfumes that are scattered 11351|Around us and in the air, from the bright, airy air 11351|Of the sky shall we know the sweetness 11351|Of those flowers that are by her, 11351|Then we will know, in an ecstasy of delight, 11351|What music is singing above us,-- 11351|Which is nearer and richer and more beautiful 11351|Than any one of the luscious sweets she sows; 11351|Which is nearer and richer and more fair 11351|Than any one of the gems that grow at will 11351|In the bright, airy, secret places of the earth; 11351|Which is more beautiful than the rose, 11351|And fairest and dearest of all the flowers 11351|There are, and sweeter than the rose. 11351|The dew of the morning is falling, the dew of the night is falling, 11351|The dew is on the rose, and the dew is on the green, 11351|And the dew of the morning is beautiful, 11351|But the dew of the heart of the rose, 11351|The dew of the heart of the rose. 11351|The blue eyes of the robin ======================================== SAMPLE 19540 ======================================== 25340|The old familiar features of his face 25340|And form yet ruddy in the deep-eyed calm[gh] 25340|Of the still, still waters: now o'erthrown 25340|The lofty mountain-peak, and shorn the hills below. 25340|Ah! to the dying day 25340|So tenderly he speaks, and speaks so fondly! 25340|And, oh! if in such speech I ever heard-- 25340|Such language of his was not described-- 25340|Such tears, such sighs, such tender longing 25340|In his bosom, that to trace them more 25340|Pleasant would seem 25340|Bespeak 25340|A kinsman's love, an alien's broken vow-- 25340|Oh, let me think, then, his soul is lying low 25340|In God's sweet arms to rest beneath the skies![rh] 25340|But let me think, when once we reach him there, 25340|That there shall come no sight so full of God 25340|As the sight of the long ocean-wave 25340|Spreading all around in mellow light 25340|To welcome home the ocean-spoil, 25340|And that the ocean-shells must be of that 25340|Pure sea-shell--hastened to the shore, 25340|In this blue night-land of the sea. 25340|So let me think, and let me dream, 25340|As we go back to him--a happy pair-- 25340|And as we go back to him, be sure 25340|We'll go back to him in joy and pain, 25340|And not for evermore. 25340|For surely now 25340|We shall behold that glorious sea again 25340|As once we did--the sea-girt isles glow 25340|With the full radiance of that sky; 25340|And, in the deep-sea sand-places, the 25340|Sad sea-lady, on the low sandy shore, 25340|May be, as once in happy June, 25340|A maiden fair and bright; 25340|And the green sea-folks may laugh aloud, 25340|And the light waves through the leaves may break-- 25340|In sunny May, to be sure. 25340|And the wild waves may wildly beat 25340|The rocks as it bounds down to the main-- 25340|Then, while it leaps, and surges, and runs, 25340|Let's back again to him--the lone sea-strand, 25340|Where the suns of Paradise 25340|Gleam over Paradise pure; 25340|The lone, lone strand, with its sweet delight in 25340|Blue deeps, and golden shores 25340|And the blue sky--the sea's most sacred light!-- 25340|And, if we could, we most gladly might 25340|Retrace the way we came: 25340|For, see, the sea-king to his joy 25340|Woos us now! and his joy we will abide. 25340|And what more could we desire? 25340|Could we find more of joy below 25340|The joy that man has known? 25340|Or what more of beauty in the deep-- 25340|Or pleasure 'mid the strife? 25340|And yet, oh, this most sad and sure! 25340|This most sad and sure of bliss 25340|At this most hopeless hour of life! 25340|Could we make the sea-heart, sweet and cold, 25340|Our most joyful home. 25340|Could we steal the sea-bird from its nest, 25340|And bring him home to nestle in our arms, 25340|And in our eyes! 25340|Or even in the sea-girt isles of time-- 25340|When man was but a boy, 25340|Could we ever reach the happy isles of time 25340|Again for aye! 25340|And were we not of one with man? 25340|Then were we free of all strife!-- 25340|And did we not live in one eternal rhyme? 25340|Then were we but one thought!--yet, still, we are two-- 25340|Our fate is one, 25340|And the one our fate shall be 25340|'Mid the endless stars our fate shall remain. 25340|Then have we ======================================== SAMPLE 19550 ======================================== 28591|No more I see my God, or hear his voice. 28591|All, all is mine, and thither I repair 28591|To my sweet mother's lap, to lay my head; 28591|There I seek her calm, contented breast. 28591|But, O cruel God, that would to thee 28591|Thy wrath o'erwhelm with shameful guilt! 28591|Thou wouldst thy strong, sure, divine decree 28591|Make mine sufferings, mine, His; 28591|And I must needs forget my God, 28591|And my Saviour's face to look. 28591|What though the tears be streaming down 28591|My cheek so crimson-dyed. 28591|And the heart-stirring agony 28591|In the heavy sinnings creep. 28591|'Tis the spirit's law that God must know 28591|What hath been, and be it known 28591|That God in Him doth ever dwell. 28591|Not with the face of that sweet girl, 28591|With those bright eyes the light 28591|As she came and went about my life. 28591|I met her not, but felt her breath, 28591|That sweet, lingering presence. 28591|My heart was heavy in her loss, 28591|While all the earth my bosom heaved; 28591|I knew it not, I could not find it, 28591|Nor could I bid my thoughts rejoice. 28591|My soul went out from me for fear 28591|Of her displeasure yet to come. 28591|She hath left the world--has gone away-- 28591|And I live in the grave's alone. 28591|It never shall be over-past. 28591|Then let me weep, but still 28591|The present be my throne; 28591|To-morrow, let that be all. 28591|In sorrow for the blessed night, 28591|I would fain be still; 28591|And I would give the night the light 28591|That it may take away a sun. 28591|In life's greatest measure given, 28591|It cannot lose its bloom; 28591|It never wholly cloys in vain, 28591|But still renews, though lost. 28591|The night, in which my Saviour died, 28591|Was bright and full of light; 28591|But she has gone, my light hath dimmed, 28591|The bright night is mine. 28591|If I could only see 28591|The one sweet thing to give 28591|To Mary for her sake! 28591|A sweet, white hand and pure, 28591|To take and hold and press! 28591|Oh, would that I might clasp 28591|That hand to mine, dear, near. 28591|If I could only see 28591|My Jesus' precious feet 28591|Upon the holy hill! 28591|What would then be good to know? 28591|And what would keep them there! 28591|Would that so near he were, 28591|And I could kiss again 28591|And lose all pains and sorrows there, 28591|And know that God was there! 28591|If I could only see 28591|My Jesus' wondrous love, 28591|To him my soul would give 28591|The light of holy thoughts! 28591|So would I do it, I! 28591|Oh, Mary! let me lie and rest; 28591|And, gentle nurse, be my guide 28591|Where there is wantonness, and care. 28591|O gentle guide, who can at all 28591|Lie down and have no cares; 28591|O gentle guide again, I pray 28591|That I may lie as calm 28591|As thou, with no one to command, 28591|And hear a voice that lulls 28591|My weary soul to slumber; and 28591|That I may with thy sighs repose. 28591|Let the poor soul, weary and foredone, 28591|The sorrow-worn sore afflicted bear, 28591|And, with a gentle breast, 28591|Restore to peace her troubled mind, 28591|By comforting words of love. 28591|Let the cold cheek of sadness be 28591|Wrapt up in thy warm breast, and smile; 28591 ======================================== SAMPLE 19560 ======================================== I saw him, one day, pass among 37752|The people of the world. 37752|So in a night, in that most lovely light 37752|He went,-- 37752|I saw the light of his strange fire in mine eyes. 37752|There in his eyes he saw my face as mine, 37752|It shone so bright, 37752|I knew that I was there 37752|With this sweet child, with this child, 37752|Who came to me, in the night, 37752|But never said farewell; 37752|Not once at all; only once he smiled, 37752|When he was in my arms. 37752|But I shall know no peace till once he smiles, 37752|Once he is mine, 37752|Once I kiss him in the night. 37752|But never, never, 37752|Never, in the night, 37752|Shall I hear the moaning of his heart and the pain his eyes; 37752|Never, never, never, 37752|Never with him, in the night, 37752|Shall I learn of sorrow and the bitter tears and the hate of it, 37752|Never to walk abroad, 37752|Never to see the child and his mother in the light of the day, 37752|Never to breathe the softest of airs to the child's dear lips 37752|Or the mother's kiss upon the child's cheeks. 37752|And it shall seem to the child, 37752|When he looks on me; 37752|That my heart was thine. 37752|And it shall seem to the child 37752|That my hand was thine: 37752|That my soul was thine in the night, 37752|Thine in the night, 37752|All my soul in the night 37752|And mine heart's own in the night, the night in which we slept 37752|For the child's soul was mine. 37752|And I shall cry-- 37752|Crying in the night, 37752|How that my soul 37752|Is thine, my own, 37752|When I think of his face-- 37752|My child's face, my child's face, my own child's face-- 37752|And how my soul was thine. 37752|And he will look at me 37752|With his little tear-stained eyes 37752|Of burning white, 37752|When he hears me say, 37752|As he turns to me: 37752|"There is mine own child!" 37752|And his face will burn, 37752|Burn white, for all women have had my child, have had his hair, 37752|And the heart-strings of their love, and the soul, and the flesh, 37752|And all the body, and all the blood, and all the life, 37752|And all the death itself of all who have had my child. 37752|And I know that in the light, 37752|(The night in which we slept), 37752|His face will burn white, 37752|And the heart it will sway, 37752|As he thinks of his own child, 37752|And my own child, and my own child's face, and the joys borne, 37752|And all the body, and all the life, and all the death, 37752|And all death and all life and death and all life's death itself; 37752|And the eyes will shine with tears, 37752|And the soul's heart swell 37752|With the soul for each body and life and death and death's death, 37752|And the lips for each life that's borne, 37752|And the eyes, for every glance; 37752|And the soul for all sorrow and all pain that's born of man; 37752|And the soul for sorrow and pain, 37752|As it sings in the night, 37752|Or sighs in the night. 37752|Oh, how much to me was the gift of Death by the love of my 37752|own father, so dark and so sweet; 37752|Though I've not known Him, and my heart is far from his heart, 37752|And my face is far from his face, 37752|Now I stand beside the bed of a dead woman, and I feel 37752|the dear, familiar arms about me. 37752|Now the cold, white lips, kissed by the tears ======================================== SAMPLE 19570 ======================================== 17393|The old world was so far out. A child, 17393|And a good poet? He had been, and known 17393|The world too well. But these times were new; 17393|New ideas and old ways were round 17393|What I was. In the old time, when I 17393|Won praise, if I failed, or, rather, shamed, 17393|Was shamed with more respect than before. 17393|And in the old time the world was plain 17393|To me, and in the old times I drew 17393|What it would draw, or that which I drew: 17393|For I had had all that was to give. 17393|And with this feeling well I deserved 17393|My poor poem's only praise in truth: 17393|But the world's praise was but a turgid name: 17393|My praise was something more: and so 17393|I gave what was to give in due degree. 17393|And thus the old time came, with all its joys, 17393|Of all its joys the best: and in the end 17393|What man of man is he who now must live 17393|Amid the long-gathered, the old, the old? 17393|A little child once on a time was born, 17393|Long ago--in some dim, remote day long fled-- 17393|To us, the children: and the world was then 17393|Beyond all thought, in all men's eyes, a realm 17393|Light-swept by a gentle wind: and he in songs 17393|Was nurtured up among them; and the eyes 17393|Were opened of him, and with him words were said, 17393|And all their years were breathed into his ear. 17393|So we must speak the words they heard in times that are-- 17393|Beyond this line of ours--a part of us. 17393|O poet of mine, what dost thou need, 17393|But love and song, in times uncounted? 17393|The winds may blow around you, and the air 17393|Thrill not with music, but your voice alone 17393|And music only live for evermore. 17393|Then may they grieve, who pass below you,-- 17393|The same, and this, for ever, are their ears 17393|Who hear you daily: they are all that see, 17393|Listen, as unto neighbours' and your own friends-- 17393|And that, and this, forevermore are thine. 17393|They pass, and there is joy in every breath 17393|That fills them with the new-born fragrance of song, 17393|New-born as the soul's new desires unfold. 17393|So, let them pass, nor you be known at all 17393|Above your place of glory, as they go-- 17393|And, though they never call you by your name, 17393|You will stand, secure of some great fame, 17393|That will not fear you, nor be faint with fear; 17393|Yet will remain a little space apart, 17393|The same name on the same lips repeating: 17393|And these, these alone, not these are they 17393|Who know you, and the fame that is their own, 17393|The name that is not hard for others to say 17393|To a poet who has lived, and written well, 17393|And written nothing but their praise to praise. 17393|You must not fear what they who pass behind 17393|Should feel; and what they pass may say no more 17393|Than what they say to an infant child in play 17393|That cries and cries in infancy: all is joy, 17393|All is the earth, and all is the ocean blue, 17393|But they that pass, the poets who must hear, 17393|Will think not of the world's last days, or the sun, 17393|Shine, and the stars, and the great winds, and all. 17393|Then, when they pass you by, to those who see 17393|Will seem a vision as of another time 17393|Seen by a wizard-magician's sight; yet know 17393|Their poet's vision, too, yet not unperceived; 17393|Who, when he was young, or when he wrote his lines, 17393|Saw ======================================== SAMPLE 19580 ======================================== 3295|And so I shall return. The good King Herod 3295|(I shall not tell you how he did me honor, 3295|Since I can wait for your second hearing, 3295|That, if the story is a joke) 3295|Gives me a name of high renown. 3295|My daughter was called Calixta; there is 3295|Not in the record which was first written; 3295|'Twas her mother's of Old. . . 3295|I am John Calixta. And to-day 3295|The King of heaven sends me here, 3295|To inquire into the death and burial 3295|Of my good Lord and Master. 3295|To-day? And, by the faith of my friend, 3295|It was but yesterday we heard 3295|That an angel at the gates of hell 3295|Had summoned us. 3295|I have heard it told, that a tall man came 3295|And called us. I have heard him cry, 3295|"My name is Gabriel; come and see 3295|The sepulchre of Christ." 3295|Well. Our Lady, it is said, was here, 3295|And prayed with us, when her son was dead, 3295|As all will tell. 3295|And in these days the holy flame 3295|Burns ever new and stronger. The name 3295|Of Christ is yet alive again. 3295|It is enough. I can but wish, 3295|To know my life and death a noble one, 3295|And thus fulfill my destiny. 3295|I must not look into a grave, 3295|Nor tread upon a cross, in vain, 3295|Till I myself have done God's will. 3295|Yet, with this blessing, to your Grace 3295|I beg that you will tell me truly 3295|What fate awaits your good King John, 3295|And for my sake. 3295|I am not worthy to inquire. 3295|I am not worthy. I am not dead. 3295|One need not dwell forever here 3295|Amidst the ghosts of long ago, 3295|And pray before a living grave. 3295|Nay, I am but a little child. 3295|I am young, but yet I am old. 3295|I have hope, though in my heart doth burn 3295|The fire of holy hate and love. 3295|There is a God that knows my name 3295|For I am not alone. 3295|But you must know all this, as I, 3295|And that I have but my word, 3295|And that you must bear witness next, 3295|For I am witness'd of you, 3295|That you must do your duty well, 3295|For I am witness'd of you 3295|That you may die for Christ. 3295|I saw them both, a tall young man, 3295|As white as snow, an old old king's daughter. 3295|I heard her whisper low. 3295|The young King Herod, he was pale, 3295|His brow was bound with band. 3295|"Is there in this blessed throng, I pray, 3295|No one more famous, no one more loved 3295|Than you and I?" 3295|"There is," replied the King upon 3295|The grave where you and I. 3295|Oh, you the beautiful one that he 3295|Bought with all his wealth, 3295|The old King Herod, she is white, 3295|And I am dead. 3295|"How can I tell you of the last 3295|And bitter night?" My sister bids. 3295|"I have no memory. 3295|I would speak with you, I pray. 3295|Oh, say not this is all that must be, 3295|I am so weak. 3295|You are right, my sister, for indeed, 3295|I know not the grave." 3295|"We have heard, O old King Herod, 3295|Your speech, and we beheld 3295|The shroud, the shroud that was laid near 3295|Your dead Lord--all worn to death." 3295|She sighed, and the old King sank down 3295|Within the court ======================================== SAMPLE 19590 ======================================== 1567|The white man and the brown bear, 1567|The white man's eyes and the brown, 1567|The white man and the lynx, 1567|The white man and the pheasant, 1567|The white man and the monkey. 1567|Now, I have heard it said 1567|That when the world was young 1567|The gods were little seen 1567|The thunder of the rain, 1567|The wind in the pine tree sleeves, 1567|The white-faced leaves that danced, 1567|The sun and the red dew at night, 1567|The rain-drops gold and greener, 1567|The birds of the rain in summer. 1567|I was not young, it is true, 1567|When gods began to be, 1567|But even to the teeth I grew 1567|Up to the powers above. 1567|I looked at the stars, I knew 1567|That they were fair and bright, 1567|And I followed the sun's track 1567|To where the grey-winged clouds 1567|Hang out their shadows pale. 1567|At night I stood in the trees 1567|Pleading with the wind 1567|That it might come down to me 1567|And let me have a kiss 1567|Praise the Lord for strength and skill, 1567|For wisdom and great patience, 1567|Nor let me go astray 1567|In my own wilderness, 1567|For strength to go at night 1567|And find a living way 1567|Over the hills and away 1567|To where the flowers and leaves and flowers 1567|Are but a kindly faery world 1567|That give their fragrance thanks. 1567|When I was old and wise 1567|I saw a little girl 1567|Pipe music all the day, 1567|And pipe it to the moon, 1567|And pipe it to herself, 1567|While moon and air were blue, 1567|As she her little pipe played. 1567|And I was her great-grand-aunt, 1567|And so I sent her word 1567|To come and hear it play, 1567|And to come when it pleased her. 1567|I never tell my name. 1567|I only know that she 1567|Loved the music I made. 1567|If she should never go, 1567|I'd come to her at last-- 1567|My very dear! 1567|If she should leave me still 1567|New things to do and see, 1567|New roads to cross, new roads 1567|To leave me here! 1567|O mighty, mighty, 1567|O many-footed, 1567|O swift, O patient 1567|With the little creatures 1567|Who crawl or fly, 1567|I know not what my use 1567|Will be some day! 1567|(It is not just like your little people.) 1567|There is a great river 1567|That flows through many lands, 1567|With every age and race 1567|Singing beautiful songs 1567|And full of lovely tales 1567|And quaint old superstitions. 1567|And on its waters, 1567|A little child would go 1567|To watch the waves a-calling, 1567|And marvel, every day, 1567|What waves for millions of years 1567|Had made such mighty rivers. 1567|But he has never seen the little people 1567|Who live on the other side of the river, 1567|And never heard of a sea shore where 1567|No child is said to be. 1567|It is a wonderful river! 1567|(He has never seen the little people.) 1567|But what of the great river, 1567|The river of the sunset, 1567|The great, beautiful river of dreams, 1567|The rolling river of Life, 1567|The river of our longing? 1567|'Tis the river of the heavens, 1567|And the river of the sunset, 1567|And where the river is pause while I, 1567|A little child, must wait. 1567|He has never seen the little people, 1567|As they play on the other side of the river, 1567 ======================================== SAMPLE 19600 ======================================== 19385|O, if thou ever do tholin, sweetly do it; 19385|It gives the rose its lustre, an' it gives us all 19385|Our dearest lassie's smile. 19385|The song of a summer night, 19385|The midnight chimes, 19385|I hear, 19385|The midnight chimes-- 19385|Oh then that music was most sweet! 19385|It filled my brain, 19385|It filled my brain, it filled my heart; 19385|'Twas like some magic wand 19385|'Twas like some magic wand, 19385|While a smile 19385|And a tear 19385|And a smile 19385|And a tear 19385|And an angel's blessing. 19385|Then, the storm 19385|'Gan loud repeat 19385|'Gainst the storm 19385|'Gan loud repeat, 19385|'Gainst the lightning and the thunder's roar; 19385|Like clouds, 19385|All scattered through the sky, 19385|It took a life 19385|Oh then that music was most sweet! 19385|It's only a breath, 19385|As of a wild bird 19385|That sings, 19385|And a breath, 19385|To sing o'er the lonely night. 19385|The little wild-brier-time 19385|(Sweet brier, sweet brier), 19385|Like music, steals along, 19385|And the light o'the green lies deein! 19385|O'er the lass 19385|Will wave her yellow hair; 19385|I think I s'pose 19385|That never again 19385|Shall she stray over hill or dell. 19385|But aye her eye 19385|With a smile 19385|Will ask a lassie o'er the hill. 19385|With the wild rose on high, 19385|And the wee bit flower, 19385|In the bonnie breast o' the heather, 19385|Will she hang, 19385|The blushing wild flower, 19385|On the bonnie little bud, 19385|Like ane o' the brier, bud, 19385|Will she hide her bonnie face, 19385|Frae the bonnie wild rose bower. 19385|O'er the lass 19385|Will wave a bonnie hand, 19385|O'er the lass 19385|Will do her a' for gowd; 19385|For gude or ill, 19385|The wee bit blossom, 19385|The bonnie little bud, 19385|Sits smiling in the bonnie breast o' the heather, 19385|Like ane o' the brier, bud, 19385|Sits smiling in the bonnie breast o' the heather. 19385|My heart, whate'er be my lot, 19385|Or my lassie's heart be woe, 19385|I'll marry whomever I please, 19385|To wedlock whate'er it be: 19385|My mither wha's kind and true, 19385|Will ne'er refuse me a crood, 19385|If to marry I will try; 19385|But on me will be the bairn; 19385|My pips wi' a bickerin hizzie, 19385|My mammy wi' deidly micht, 19385|Will be my weddin' o't. 19385|But marriage shall not be, 19385|For to marry whate'er I wad; 19385|I'll ne'er marry fashamoun; 19385|The lady o' my ain. 19385|It's no her beauty, grace, or price, 19385|That can lure my free gonway; 19385|But her presence, and her gait, 19385|In every nook on the stane! 19385|The lass wi' the bonnet on her head, 19385|The lass wi' the deuks in her hair, 19385|The lass wi' a bounce in here ha'-- 19385|That's the lady o' my ain. 19385|When my lovely Mary has flown awa, 19385|Her true-love ======================================== SAMPLE 19610 ======================================== 3160|(If thou yet dare in arms the powers) 3160|Attend my words, and all my counsels hear. 3160|For when from earth the goddess thus refus'd, 3160|She took a son of old renown, and thence 3160|To war the fleet arriv'd, where, first of all, 3160|The son of Saturn, Jove's immortal hand, 3160|For equal rights in council was dispos'd: 3160|Him in your power (all age, both long and near, 3160|Hath not with joy received the full report) 3160|The sceptred King presag'd, and at his word 3160|A council call'd; the first old men to hear, 3160|The young, and those unskill'd in all affairs 3160|Of public justice. Me the youth admired, 3160|Proud as he was, with strength in every limb, 3160|To make his voice heard, to press his own, 3160|To urge his cause with all the vigour of his age; 3160|A well-proportioned body, with the sign 3160|Of strength, without the faults of base estate. 3160|But when Ulysses to the field addressed, 3160|He, on thy shore his native land behold'd, 3160|To me the youth of Greece, to me was kind! 3160|The youth of Ithaca for him resign'd; 3160|Then did he leave, I never from your coast 3160|Retain him not, if what the gods have dar'd. 3160|But yet the man he was, and blameless too, 3160|Is now no more; my only son to thee 3160|The gods and I by force a captive place 3160|Have bought, and thee so long to be confined, 3160|This day I call thee in her country's cause 3160|To perish in the arms of hostile men." 3160|Then thus: "By all Ahmenides' end 3160|(My father thus) I can but hold thee dear; 3160|But let my death to thee, and death to fame, 3160|Be on our hands the surest purchase gain. 3160|Me, me alone (for I was then a boy), 3160|By the fierce son of Peleus is now escape, 3160|In what so distant are his native shores, 3160|Alas! that death to me so distant brought! 3160|My head, ere now, the wretch, I saw not first, 3160|Has from my eyes unwetted tears descended, 3160|Nor was it long ere swift the worm acquires 3160|The meat it feeds upon; nor yet the power 3160|Remains of man's life; a monstrous child! 3160|With thee alone is now thy love endear'd." 3160|The father thus their talk with meekness spent, 3160|With pitying look and trembling hand the youths 3160|Paced to the feast; when from the banquet rose 3160|The herald of the skies, and thus bespoke: 3160|"To whom, O son of Saturn, be thy son 3160|The Gods' decree, and do they still deny 3160|Thy high behests, while they resist thy will? 3160|Who to thy gales thy constant charge assigns? 3160|Or who, that once thy voice was favour'd more, 3160|The behests of Jove, and of the powers above, 3160|The winds, and all thy people? Heav'n! no longer, 3160|Nor earth, nor sea! thy fame shall still sustain, 3160|And he whose doom was only to endure 3160|From day to day, in his obsequies dies! 3160|Ah! no! what e'er may move (such mercy breaths 3160|The heav'n-sent sire) Ulysses to oppose 3160|To heav'n itself, of thy supreme will is known. 3160|But now (the sire his son-in-law hath slain) 3160|The time and cause to which he turned his eyes 3160|The king of gods, but one; the son, but one: 3160|Thesprotian youths the son of Phoebus mourn: 3160|Thesprotians, friends! the friend of heav'nly Jove. 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 19620 ======================================== May no less 5186|Save the great king from misfortune." 5186|From the ground a stone was brought him, 5186|From the earth a pillar of birchen; 5186|With the stone the hero lay dying 5186|On his bosom, wounded greatly, 5186|Weeping sore because he had suffered 5186|Such afflicting wounds among others, 5186|Had the power of good omens. 5186|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen, 5186|These the words the hero uttered: 5186|"Never hast thou good omens, 5186|On the day of my coming hither; 5186|Good or worse may be the genitor 5186|Of this ill that befalls my people!" 5186|Then he seized the birchen-stone, 5186|Hooked the mighty crossbow-ball in, 5186|Drew the pike-tail from the river, 5186|Like the fish he aimed in earthen, 5186|Like the steelfish he aimed in bronze; 5186|So he shot the many moor-ponds 5186|With the magic crossbow-shot of Pohya. 5186|Lemminkainen, filled with fury, 5186|Raised his eyes to heaven in wonder, 5186|And he questioned thus the Sun-king: 5186|"Through the air have I been transported, 5186|Through the water brought by magic? 5186|Then the Sun-king answered thus Lemminkainen: 5186|"Thither I have been banished, 5186|To the dismal Sariola, 5186|There to prove myself a witless minstrel; 5186|Such a heart is lacking in thy people." 5186|Lemminkainen answered thus again: 5186|"I am not a minstrel worthy, 5186|I am not a king proper, 5186|Cannot hope to be elevated 5186|Where the foremost hold the foremost; 5186|Worthy now some other roadways, 5186|Hither, I go, for worthy; 5186|I shall prove a worthy minstrel, 5186|When I come to this my country, 5186|Where the foremost hold the foremost; 5186|Worthy now some other roadways, 5186|Hither, I shall come to this my country." 5186|Lemminkainen, filled with anger, 5186|Raised his hands above the brows of justice. 5186|Thereupon the Sun-king answered: 5186|Thou hast wondrous wisdom and wit, Väinämöinen, 5186|Thou hast wisdom of heart and wisdom well-conceited, 5186|Thou hast wisdom of hand and wisdom well-attired; 5186|Hast thou on thine head consulted any minstrel, 5186|Askedest thou one near of kindred Ahti? 5186|There is one of race of Vietsum, 5186|One of race of Tamas'dovsky, best of bards; 5186|Tell thy luck, and what he asks thee, 5186|If thou go to prove thy wisdom and wit." 5186|Väinämöinen, the author of songs, 5186|Thus replied to the Sun-god bard: 5186|"O thou Sun-god, the son of Vishnu, 5186|Dost thou ask me for my wisdom, 5186|For what reason do I sing for thee? 5186|Often and many a time I sang 5186|Bards unhappy to my liking, 5186|Sang disastrous to the best of nations, 5186|Sang the wicked chief angered-deeply, 5186|And the fathers who abased themselves in 5186|Cities utterly evil-born, 5186|Sang the wretched chiefs and councillors, 5186|Of the birds, and the beasts, and the cattle, 5186|For thy magic songs affrighted them, 5186|For thy songs enchanted the cattle; 5186|This the reason for my singing, 5186|This the reason for my wicked singing: 5186|That the minstrel, the great master, Lemminkainen, 5186|Now may suffer the vengeance due him, 5186|Due the singer thereby adjudged me, 5186|Due the words I have spoken in singing, ======================================== SAMPLE 19630 ======================================== 24815|I, on that morrow, shall see; 24815|For I have seen the day, 24815|I have heard the voice divine, 24815|Where the waters flow, 24815|And the mountains blaze; 24815|As I stand, on that hill, 24815|On its lofty brow, 24815|Thou wilt hear the voice divine, 24815|With that voice's accents divine, 24815|The mighty Ocean thou hast heard-- 24815|The voice of the Ocean God! 24815|My Father! I am on thy breast lying, 24815|On a couch of clouds that roll away; 24815|I am waking from a silent sleep: 24815|Oh! the world is all my own. 24815|If ever in the heavens I sought thee, 24815|Thou wert by that aid at hand; 24815|Oh! the world is all my own. 24815|The stars that dance in the etherial sphere 24815|Have their own voices divine; 24815|Their smiles, their glances I have known, 24815|Where they smile on all the saints of heaven. 24815|Oh! the world is all my own. 24815|I am far from my Father's presence, 24815|Far from the throne of his goodness: 24815|I would fain behold thee, 24815|'Mid the sun-clouded heights of heaven; 24815|My mind is all on thee! 24815|In the deeps of thy Majesty, 24815|In solitude I have dream'd many a dream; 24815|At thy feet I have kneel'd, and in dreams 24815|Have communed with thee before I went to God. 24815|But ever I muse and long for thee; 24815|I long to clasp thee to my bosom; 24815|Oh! 'tis lovely in this world of dust, 24815|And lovely in the sky! 24815|I long to see thee among the mountains, 24815|Among the groves of the woodlands; 24815|I long to kiss thee on the forehead, 24815|And breathe thee in all my soul; 24815|I long to hear thee, sweet, to hear thee, 24815|And breathe thee in all my soul. 24815|Oh! when dost thou come to me, 24815|'Tis then the heart burns dry; 24815|The brain will freeze, the eye will roll, 24815|When the heart turns o'er, my Love, the leaflet, 24815|Bears on its wing, 24815|Of the wood, of the meadow, of the forest, 24815|In the spring. 24815|Oh! when shall I see thee, dear! 24815|With thy rosy arm enfolded? 24815|The heart within will throb with pleasure, 24815|Oh! when shall I see thee, sweet! 24815|With thy rosy arm enfolded? 24815|And then, oh then, my Love, the flowery spring, 24815|When all is fair; 24815|The field and the forest, when all is fair, 24815|In the wild green wood. 24815|Oh! when shall I see thee, dear! 24815|When the forest tree blooms in its wildest beauty, 24815|With its green leaves, 24815|And the wild bird, as it carols by the wall, 24815|Fills the heart with pleasure; 24815|When the lilies are smiling, and the pinks are glowing, 24815|In thy breast; 24815|Oh! when shall I see thee, sweet! 24815|When the spring is bursting in its murkiest blossom, 24815|In the sun: 24815|The rose on the rosebud, the lily and the thorn on the thorn, 24815|In the spring. 24815|Oh! when shall I see thee, dear! 24815|When all the birds are gay, 24815|And the wild winds, on the breezy air, 24815|In the trees shall whisper? 24815|When, in love's warm dreams, the heart shall glow, 24815|With the glow of thine eyes? 24815|And when shall I see thee, sweet! 24815|With thy hands like the flowers of thy breast, 24815|And thy lips as the air? 24815|And when shall ======================================== SAMPLE 19640 ======================================== 29357|And the children's songs! 29357|The little ones who come home 29357|Are always glad to come, 29357|And they say their hearts are glad 29357|For their father and mother! 29357|The little ones who come home 29357|Are always glad to come, 29357|And they say their hearts are glad 29357|For their father and mother! 29357|But, as good little children 29357|Are always sure to be, 29357|Who would be a good little soldier 29357|Or a brave little captain? 29357|The little ones who come home 29357|Are always glad to come, 29357|And they say their hearts are glad 29357|For their father and mother! 29357|So in the little town of Goldsmith 29357|There's a little church, 29357|And there's a little school, 29357|And there's a little church 29357|Where we all may pray. 29357|And all the little children come 29357|To the prayer-book in the window, 29357|And read there in the dark,-- 29357|"Here's prayer for all and prayer for all." 29357|The little children pray 29357|That every little prayer 29357|'T will be, 29357|That in life the Father 29357|May grant us peace. 29357|There's no church, no school, 29357|No prayer, no peace, no peace, 29357|Save in the window there; 29357|And as we pray and pray and pray, 29357|We are sure to win; 29357|So, then, 29357|When I was a little boy, 29357|My prayer-book at my side, 29357|I used to give it to thee, 29357|Now, that I'm grown so large, 29357|With all my care 29357|And every day 29357|The more that I'm blessed, 29357|With thy love's gladness thou 29357|Wilt be to me. 29357|And I will pray for thy sake 29357|That all the prayers I give 29357|May be for thee, 29357|And on the way 29357|Thy steps may guide me, 29357|And in my sleep, 29357|May whisper in my sleep, 29357|"_Thou art not alone_." 29357|And the little children pray 29357|That every prayer I pray 29357|May be for thee, 29357|And on the way 29357|Thy steps may guide me, 29357|And in my sleep, 29357|May whisper in my sleep, 29357|"_Thou art not alone_." 29357|From my grave my love is free, 29357|My soul is like the breeze; 29357|His path to face the future ill, 29357|For which my heart was born. 29357|And many a joy from out of sight 29357|The wandering wind is given, 29357|When he will bring the sunshine round 29357|And light the darkness on. 29357|My love is free from troubles rare, 29357|So wide the world seems, so full of joy. 29357|I, too, am happy all the while, 29357|I know no grief nor gloom. 29357|My love is free from troubles rare, 29357|So wide the world seems, so full of joy. 29357|"My Father, be not proud nor fix 29357|On me this foolish thought. 29357|The stars, the clouds, the sea, the air, 29357|Are thine own heritage. 29357|The earth is thine, I know it well. 29357|The stars shine down on me; 29357|The stars, the clouds, the sea, the air, 29357|Are thine own heritage." 29357|My Father, though it seem to be 29357|A vain endeavour, 29357|Not for the world in which I live, 29357|But for thy children only, 29357|We must journey onward, and must fare; 29357|This journey though it seem to be 29357|A vain endeavour, 29357|It is a journey that shall tend, 29357|For all its ending is in thee; 29357|And I, who am thy disciple, 29357|For ======================================== SAMPLE 19650 ======================================== 19385|And our young hearts all are a' light, 19385|'Twas my bairn a sonie airn, 19385|W'y, on my word he's a bonnie boy, 19385|'Twas my bairn a sonie airn, 19385|Gin I were but mair in gowd, 19385|Gin I were mair in gowd, 19385|A fool or a blooming lassie, 19385|My heart would aye tauld o' delight, 19385|And my heart would aye tauld o' delight, 19385|If I was a lassie, 19385|With a baited ba'l on her knee, 19385|Or a ba'l on her knee, 19385|For a lassie, 19385|And no fear wi' folly. 19385|Sae wy, a ba'l on her knee, 19385|Sae wy, a ba'l on her knee, 19385|Sae wy, a ba'l on her knee, 19385|Sae wy, a ba'l on her knee, 19385|Sae wy, a ba'l on her knee, 19385|Sae wy, a ba'l on her knee, 19385|I dinna care a blinker, 19385|Gin I were mair ba'llin. 19385|The young birds a' wad be hanged, 19385|The young birds a' wad be hanged, 19385|The young birds a' wad be hanged, 19385|Weel, mak them sae ba'ilie; 19385|Weet, and wane their gingham rings, 19385|Weet, and wane their gingham rings, 19385|Weet, and wane their gingham rings; 19385|Oh! sweet were siller flocks, 19385|Sae fast and fast they flew, 19385|Sae fast and fast they flew; 19385|They were a' my ain dear dear dear; 19385|Oh! sweet were siller flocks, 19385|The young birds a' wad be hanged, 19385|Weet, and wane their gingham rings, 19385|Weet, and wane their gingham rings; 19385|They were a' my ain dear dear, 19385|They were a' my ain dear dear; 19385|Gin they were but twa! 19385|Sweet were the briers round a rose, 19385|Gowd and braid in hosen twa, 19385|Sweet were the briers round a rose, 19385|Sweet as the morning dew in May, 19385|Sweet as the first silver breath we feel 19385|When we are young in Spring and May. 19385|Sweet were the honeysuckles, 19385|Bending the little leaves o'er; 19385|Sweet was the wild flower, 19385|And sweet was the dew on the lea. 19385|Sweet were the briers round a rose, 19385|Sweet the honeysuckles, 19385|Sweet was the wild flower, 19385|Sweet as the morning dew in May, 19385|Sweet as the first silver breath we feel 19385|When we are young in Spring and May. 19385|Hearken to my lay, 19385|Hearken to my lay; 19385|Where the hills grow, 19385|Be sure to grow. 19385|When the larks are blue, 19385|And the sun shines warm, 19385|There I'll thole my nose 19385|At the whins o' Bannocksworth. 19385|Whiles to and fro 19385|I put out my een, 19385|As I sing a go, 19385|Oh! do they go whare I go? 19385|Husbands and lasses fair, 19385|Whiles we're livin' at home, 19385|Whiles it's the turn o' deears 19385|To go to their bed o' dreams. 19385|I was at the door, 19385|For there's no use in waiting; 19385|I'm jad to be livin', 19385|A-fiel' about the house. 19385|I see an auld wife ======================================== SAMPLE 19660 ======================================== I, who am but a child, am grown so great 8187|That every living thing that creeps 8187|Upon the earth's face can feel and see 8187|The greatness of my power. 8187|In the dark room, where a bright candle burns 8187|In the dark room, where no word is said, 8187|Where there are not such sounds as feet can stir, 8187|Nor motions of the lamp, save those of feet,-- 8187|I am like the silence of the dead;-- 8187|The silence of the soul that sleeps 8187|In the depths of oblivion, when the light 8187|Of fame is but the flash, the dim dawn, 8187|Till the last star of all that's bright is flown;-- 8187|I am like that soul in death, 8187|That dwells beneath the ground, and feels 8187|But the pulse that beats within his frame; 8187|And, as this life throbs, at times, 8187|Heaven's glory feels his heart beat high, 8187|Or the dark world feels it as he passed; 8187|When such is life,--then heaven is Heaven-- 8187|Then what is dark is light. 8187|There's more in life than lies 8187|In a lighted window-pane; 8187|There's more in love than words 8187|In a smiling face; 8187|There's more in joy than smiles, 8187|In a smile that's there; 8187|There's more than dreams in tears, 8187|In a heart, that grieves,-- 8187|There's more than sound in fears 8187|In a heart so true; 8187|There's more than heart in tears 8187|In the tears of days. 8187|The great world round, 8187|Is but a vast, 8187|Far-off, enchanted sea; 8187|And we may sail along and on, 8187|But we never see the land. 8187|Oh, when through that rainbow of dream 8187|Doth our dream go whirling on, 8187|How the heart in that hour of light 8187|May throb and throb and throb! 8187|Or ever, with the breath of winds 8187|That through the clouds do float, 8187|With the voice of waters we know, 8187|On the shores of Time we'll say 8187|The prayer that we would say 8187|Our prayer to thee. 8187|Then let us, oh let us, go 8187|And, like that rainbow bright, 8187|Look o'er all the vast, 8187|And in that hour of light 8187|Let our souls be bright. 8187|So shall it be the while. 8187|The world's a dream, 8187|The land, a bough, 8187|The woods, a flower; 8187|'Tis but a vision 8187|Of Life in thee. 8187|We've sailed the ocean long, 8187|The stars have risen, 8187|But we've never kissed the light 8187|The sun may show, 8187|Our home is here. 8187|Then if on a stranger's eye 8187|That world of tears may shine, 8187|It is but a vision 8187|Of Hope in thee. 8187|I love to gaze upon thee, Love! 8187|When, after life's conflict o'er, 8187|It brings its happy hours anew; 8187|I love to sit and meditate 8187|Upon thy sacred name. 8187|Then let us, oh let us, go 8187|And, like that maiden fair, 8187|We'll look around and see 8187|Who makes thee live, who dies, 8187|To whom thou hast given Life? 8187|But where this mystic name? 8187|Whence comes it? whence, Love! 8187|Art thou that god of earth 8187|Who gave him birth, 8187|Who gives him breath, 8187|His vital power? 8187|Then let us go and look 8187|Upon his tomb, 8187|And learn what 'tis 8187|Worshipers say 8187|Of him below. 8187|Say what thou think'st of him-- 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 19670 ======================================== 1186|In the heart of this vast and silent world 1186|That never has heard the sound of an alarm, 1186|The watchman of the stars that are stars, 1186|I stand alone under the vast sky 1186|That sweeps like a sea. 1186|Above me the clouds, the tall-hilled clouds, 1186|The vast sky is mine and I hold it fast 1186|As the wave that holds a ship when night is deep. 1186|The wind from the low earth sweeps across the stars 1186|And makes them white and sparkle in my way, 1186|And the night winds call to me and whisper 1186|From heaven's roof in the far east. 1186|Out in the lightless darkness I stand apart 1186|Lone, lonely as a cloud in the shining dark. 1186|One with the shadows. One by the side of one. 1186|The night winds and the stars have made me blind. 1186|They make me mad; and I am mad with the night. 1186|I am blind; but I am one with the dark, 1186|One with the shadows, who stand by the side of one, 1186|Who watches at the window, one by the side of one. 1186|The night winds and the stars have made me mad; 1186|And now I pray the stars and the wind 1186|Will touch the tears on my eyelids, that, 1186|When you look up at the dark 1186|In your dark room, when you look down at the ceiling, 1186|When you lean your head on your hand, 1186|When you lay aside your sheet, 1186|You may see the tears on my eyes, 1186|And kiss my eyes to sleep. 1186|Sleep on, asleep on; your eyes are black, 1186|And the night is black in your eyes. 1186|Sleep on, in your house of dreams; 1186|The night is black, the night in your house of dreams; 1186|Sleep on, sleep on; 1186|One night, a woman with a child, 1186|Who is passing through a dark street. 1186|Beneath your stars I lie; 1186|I am a part of the night that is night. 1186|I stand between your night and the stars. 1186|What shall I know of the night 1186|That is black, and dark, and long? 1186|The night is wide, and the streets are long, 1186|And the night is wide; 1186|And they are wide because the stars see well, 1186|And because in the night the nightingales 1186|Sing with their tongues of gold. 1186|Night, night, and darkness are a flame; 1186|And a man goes forth with a flame; 1186|And the night is fast, and fast the streets, 1186|And the night is fast. 1186|The night, the night, and darkness are a chain, 1186|And a clasp is fastened under the chain. 1186|And the woman sings with the heart of night. 1186|A man goes forth with a flame; 1186|And a man sings, and his heart sings true: 1186|"I have seen the night when night went by. 1186|I have seen the night as a child may see 1186|The grass and flowers and the sky. 1186|"The night and dark" is the song he sings, 1186|"The sea and long" is the song he sings. 1186|A man goes forth with a flame; 1186|And he goes by the road of the dark. 1186|And he knows that the dark is long: 1186|And he sings that song in the time of storms 1186|When the stars are bright on high. 1186|The night and storm is a chain; 1186|And the chains do bind under the night. 1186|And the night is fast, and fast the chains; 1186|And a man goes forth with a flame 1186|To the land of the night, to the dark 1186|That waits for him at the last. 1186|The night and wind are a chain; 1186|And a man goes forth with a chain, 1186|And the night is wide, and the winds and the waves 1186|Gather together, and are lashed. ======================================== SAMPLE 19680 ======================================== 27885|You can't do this kind of thing for half a score of 27885|years-- 27885|The only way this could be accomplished would be if the 27885|spouse-wife and mother went off to serve the army; but 27885|there are two great reasons why this cannot be. 27885|"I haven't the heart to marry yet," said Mrs. Torel. "I 27885|think, Mr. Torel, my head is quite full. I do not know 27885|how to propose; all the girls are a-chasing butterflies about 27885|the attic." 27885|"Ah!" said the girl, her clear voice booming in Mrs. Torel's 27885|ear. "You would not? Oh, come now!" 27885|"Why not?" said Torel. 27885|"Why, dear--I will marry you one day." 27885|Mrs. Torel shook her head a little sadly. 27885|"I'll never marry yet," she said softly. "I have so much 27885|to reconcile me. I cannot take you any farther. I will send 27885|up to the armies and serve for six months and--never, 27885|never!" 27885|Mrs. Torel sighed deeply again. "Don't think of it," she said, 27885|"Oh, why not?" said Mrs. Torel. "I've been thinking. I cannot 27885|take you any further." 27885|"We would never take you any further," sighed Mrs. Torel. "But 27885|I can tell you that." 27885|"If you will leave me alone now," she sobbed, "And I'll 27885|never marry yet. I've been so afraid, you know," she 27885|said, sobbing again. 27885|"Come in my arms, Jeanie, too," said her mother. 27885|And Jeanie rose and groped his way back to the sofa, but the 27885|moments passed over without a word. 27885|"We never take him away," murmured the mother, gravely. 27885|Jeanie gave a little sob. 27885|She seemed so terribly tired and anxious and in love with the 27885|"I'll be glad to go if you will send me upstairs in the morning, 27885|"Oh, please!" said Jeanie, as he kissed her on the lips. 27885|"'Twas very very quiet," said Jeanie's mother. 27885|"Very quiet, too." 27885|"Oh, it is very quiet," said Jeanie's mother. 27885|"Very quiet as anything," said Jeanie's father, laughing aloud in 27885|"Why, I wouldn't mind if they slept," said Jeanie's mother, "at 27885|"What does it matter that they slept?" said Jeanie's father, very 27885|"It mightn't take them long to go to sleep," quipped Jeanie's 27885|"If you and Mrs. Torel could live together," whispered Mrs. 27885|"That would be very nice, Mr. Torel," continued her mother, "you 27885|might bring up the boys--Mrs. Torel would be very lonely if 27885|Mrs. Torel was to have a home of her own, she wished she could, 27885|under that shadow on that wall, 27885|There in the twilight, still the night wind 27885|Brought to my ear a voice of healing, 27885|"I am your mother. I came to you. 27885|"What was it that brought you hither last night?" 27885|"He was dead," said the mother. 27885|"But you are not." 27885|"I am not your father. Where is he?" 27885|"His father?" 27885|"No, that is not possible. Why did he die?" 27885|"No, not his mother, no." 27885|"He was an excellent father, was he not?" 27885|"Indeed? Well, then, my child, I tell you 27885|You may stay with me here. 27885|"Why not?" 27885|"I am very tired." 27885|"Are you in any pain?" 27885|"Yes, although." 27885|"Well, well, you know he could not wait. Why don't you ask him?" ======================================== SAMPLE 19690 ======================================== 28591|Thoughts to thee are dear, O Mother! 28591|Yet my life's last day is nigh: 28591|From the dust, O Mother, lift me, 28591|Take me to thee! 28591|The world is as an empty vial 28591|That holds no more of gold: 28591|I lift my longing spirit straightway 28591|To God, to thee! 28591|I am all that God would make 28591|If he could make me so-- 28591|I am the world, he knows, 28591|But he has placed in my hand 28591|An empty vial. 28591|A child of the earth he was-- 28591|His heart was still and young, 28591|Like a live-oak in the storm 28591|And he was pure and fair. 28591|I am all that God would make 28591|If he could make me so-- 28591|I am Love, his angel child, 28591|Whom he has loved this day. 28591|I am all that God would make 28591|If he could make me so-- 28591|The very earth we walk on 28591|Is all his darling play! 28591|It is sweet to think that there is room 28591|In a world as busy as this 28591|For the dearest, the dearest things: 28591|We meet, we talk, and I know 28591|That He will be there, above, below; 28591|We kneel and kiss his feet, 28591|We kiss each other's--how sweet! 28591|There is none like him!--_the world is young, 28591|With new joys for all men to enjoy; 28591|A world of love to which we are 28591|As children, and as pure and free: 28591|We kiss, and cry, and think of sin, 28591|And God is everywhere, above!_ 28591|He cannot be a fool on earth 28591|Till he has learned to be a fool; 28591|And in all thinking, he must play 28591|A fool through age, and a saint through youth. 28591|And thus the world is filled with fools, 28591|Who, with their little heads too high, 28591|Grow old and die-- 28591|Nay, they are not all so bad, 28591|They're only all alike in this-- 28591|Till they have learned to stoop to everything. 28591|Tut! in the man who thinks and acts 28591|The world will never tire of him; 28591|When he has learned to be a fool 28591|He'll find that the world goes round about him. 28591|O, this is pleasant world of life 28591|And this is merry merry May! 28591|And we are happy, fond, and wise! 28591|He cannot be a fool on earth 28591|Till he has learned to be a fool. 28591|There is no sin that he can sin; 28591|Nor guilt, nor shame, nor sorrow he. 28591|He cannot be a fool on earth 28591|Till he has learned to be a fool. 28591|To sin is a mistake, you see; 28591|But to be a false friend of love, 28591|And love another, true and kind 28591|And mild, and kind, and just as true, 28591|Is a mistake, all sin is: this-- 28591|This blindness, this deep sinfulness. 28591|It troubles God's world to think 28591|That there is such a thing as man. 28591|'Tis the sin that goes round the heart, 28591|The sin that makes him want his own. 28591|'Tis the sin that drives our feet 28591|Through endless tears, our hearts away; 28591|'Tis the sin that makes men freaks, then, 28591|And makes some happy and some sad. 28591|It is not that we cannot see 28591|The happiness in any thing, 28591|That troubles God's world to think 28591|That there is such a thing as man. 28591|Our eyes must be blind to understand 28591|The wonder of the day and moon; 28591|Our minds their knowledge cannot hold 28591|Of all the wonder of the hour. ======================================== SAMPLE 19700 ======================================== 2558|Of the brave old men and maidens of yore, 2558|Which, in their many-twining baskets--you must 2558|Have had to line the sweet and proper nest 2558|That the wild dove should nest therein!--you were there; 2558|And your presence was as the touch of Virtue's hand, 2558|And the touch of Virtue's blessing made your breath 2558|A warm, luxurious scent upon each flower; 2558|You touched them, as when Nature wakens the best 2558|Of all the children of the Spring--with a hand 2558|Strung tenderly, yet with no harsh, deep sound, 2558|But one low, melodious tone that wafts the scent 2558|Of the fresh-stored flowers that dwell athwart it. 2558|You were not afraid, you are not afraid! 2558|But--and God knows--you are not dead! 2558|We would not have you there. Would you not?-- 2558|With your dear soft eyes and your lovely face, 2558|And your young, fearless heart--who was not bound 2558|To have a part in this sweet old song-- 2558|When all that a heart can have is done? 2558|When all who are strong may stand alway-- 2558|'Tis the "last chance," "the last stand," for you. 2558|And your life is but a moment's space!-- 2558|The sweet, sweet air is so sweet that you 2558|Must stay in that lovely garden-land! 2558|For the wild bird sings in the laurels near! 2558|For the leaves are whispering, for you there-- 2558|In the sweet, young, summer-dew--that you 2558|May be free!--You are standing in the light! 2558|How sweet a moment that-- 2558|How short a life! 2558|Ah! when the old, old song you are leaving, 2558|Like the first spell of a dream, 2558|Will leave its magic charm on many a heart, 2558|Yet only a few, the echoes that ring, 2558|And waken a thousand gladder strains; 2558|And the children, when their playtime is done, 2558|Shall sing of the sweet time they pass'd. 2558|And while you are turning from earth's grey face, 2558|To heaven, whose own cheeks are white, 2558|Behold--in a fairy ring you are tied, 2558|And a fairy song for every child!-- 2558|The sweetest of tunes may be your own. 2558|So here, in this green, secluded lane, 2558|As the sun's last beam is dying, 2558|A fairy ring you are found; 2558|And I'm yours all day!-- 2558|The earth, it is full of love, 2558|And plenty of joy to-day-- 2558|A lovely little house; 2558|So little the work of day, 2558|As they who live in its shade 2558|Have had to do to-day. 2558|Yet some have had to do, 2558|But no more in this poor soil 2558|Than wait our gracious Queen 2558|To reap the fruits of love, 2558|And let our hearts rejoice, 2558|So they are happy and gay. 2558|They've lived as others have lived, 2558|They've known but sunshine and rain, 2558|As well as snow and storm, 2558|While others at home have fled-- 2558|This is the world's reward! 2558|And all the world is in it: 2558|The things which were once to be 2558|Are now--its brightest, gayest home. 2558|But you with cares of heart, 2558|You old, you old--for you 2558|And yours are not two quite, 2558|Nor yet precisely one. 2558|Though so much is yours--how much 2558|The household's share--then know, 2558|For every hour you wait, 2558|A little bit is given 2558|Of what may not be your own. 2558|The little thing is loved, 2558|Still more you take it as a part 2558|Of you--in that sweet measure 2558|That all your other ======================================== SAMPLE 19710 ======================================== 38566|The first step in his journey was a journey of hope; he first 38566|impelled by the forces of necessity, he now set about discovering 38566|the truth of the saying of Homer, Ode iv. 27: 38566|The long-sought good comes to none always, 38566|Nor all men all at once; 38566|But on the moving sands of time 38566|The various winds must gather; 38566|By various toils and varying hopes 38566|He sails and sails away. 38566|He took the whole of his training, he took some part in the 38566|first rebellion of Cassius, he took part in the civil wars of 38566|Julius Brutus, and took part in the second Ptolemaeus. For his military 38566|"There the world shall stand as it stood at first." 38566|When the new stars came round and set the world with them, and the 38566|"I have never seen a man more like to himself than I resemble 38566|myself here in the very hour of my death; and so much I can do 38566|and I make use of my strength to do whatever I can do, I am 38566|the best dancer and I sing the best song and I call the best 38566|lover." 38566|It is thus that Virgil moves to the next circle, and makes 38566|himself master of the world. This is the circle of the 38566|"O father O Nature, thy son, 38566|Not all thy sons were born like thee." 38566|The first lesson of all that is learnt in a change is the 38566|"This is the second circle: first the earth, 38566|then air, then fire which is thy gift." 38566|He says, "_La, monsieur._" when he is in this circle, in which 38566|"All my life was one dance." 38566|This is the last circle where we may look to contemplate again 38566|"What a great many centuries past, 38566|What a many battles were, 38566|What a many deaths to pay, 38566|Till these old pages seem fresh and fair 38566|To such a little bird as I." 38566|Omnes apostet Namus est, qui tu es: 38566|Quia gravis, verum est in aram. 38566|"I will go on alone; I am not come to avenge; 38566|I am not here to turn the world to better law; 38566|To show myself a man, and be the world's tyrant. 38566|There I have laid my hand upon a hundred gates, 38566|And they are opened wide." 38566|The third circle to which Cicero refers is that of the 38566|"I am all alone." 38566|"It seemed to be the place of the spirits of kings, 38566|And of the spirits of the best and bravest sprung: 38566|For in this mighty world there is no place more small 38566|Than mine own. I am he who was the world's slave, 38566|Now the world's lord, and I am he who shall be named 38566|Its humbled slave no more." 38566|If this is nothing like the man who was to be 38566|called Rome's great master; if it is nothing like 38566|the man who was called Nero; let it go," say all. 38566|"But what is this I see go onward without halt?" 38566|"'Tis a man going on without rest or stop,' 38566|Is your answer to me; 'and he is going on 38566|To that great end without sleep or food or blood 38566|That shall be his. But it seems to me quite plain 38566|This is the end of all his good.' 38566|The world's great master, and one who shall be called 38566|Its humbled slave no more." 38566|The third circle by which Cicero has described a change from 38566|"There lies a man who is a man, 38566|As great, if not as great as he; 38566|No matter what be his lot; 38566|For he shall rise to a great work, 38566|Shall achieve, shall overcome, 38566|And then grow proud and turn away; 38566|So we are satisfied. 38566|But a great many fall ======================================== SAMPLE 19720 ======================================== 30690|And by that sacred power! 30690|'Tis she who made my heart a lyre; 30690|"Come," she said, "forget your care; 30690|Come, let the harp-strings play and cease 30690|Unto the love that I can give: 30690|Come. Give us the peace of Love with thee!" 30690|My sweet, you'd seen what Love was, were you but there! 30690|'Twould have made you understand 30690|The joy, the grief, the passionate pain, the mirth 30690|And wise and foolish, mad with love and pure delight; 30690|For in the dark, the joyous earth in which we dwell, 30690|Love may be found,--a little thing with a name. 30690|It comes all in, sweet and low, an' when it comes, 30690|To bring a smile to the lips, a secret, a mirth. 30690|My sweet, you'd seen what Love is, were you but there! 30690|An ode we sung that eve as we walked down: 30690|"I know a field when spring shall blaw: 30690|I know an oud on a clod 30690|Lend a glow to the dew." 30690|So sang we the day when man shall be 30690|As the worm that weaves his house, 30690|Lose the sense of his freedom, pride, 30690|And live, as I, with Love's hand held out 30690|In the dank woods when morn shall be near. 30690|So sang we the day when man shall be 30690|"God! what an oyster that is a man," 30690|Said Jack from the water-side to Billy that went to sea. 30690|We are but shells with a little life in them: here among the dust, 30690|We are but shells together! We have lived our lives, 30690|We have loved and lost: we have loved and lost. 30690|"And we'll drink to the old-world greatness," said Billy.-- 30690|"But if we're to drink to a new world greatness, 30690|"We must go back to our oyster-picking days," 30690|Said Billy. "We've lived our lives, we've had enough, 30690|We've drunk to life's drinking, life's thirsting, and drank to 30690|life's health, and we've done with sorrow. 30690|So now we wait, and are afraid," said Billy.-- 30690|"We're in the dank woods"--"For the green is dull and dead"; 30690|Said Billy. "We must go back to our oyster-picking days." 30690|"Yes, yes, we are shelly heads and hearts," said Billy. "Yes, 30690|we are shelly heads and hearts." 30690|We are but shells with a little life in us: here among the dust, 30690|We are but shells together! We have lived our lives, 30690|We have loved and lost: we have loved and lost. 30690|"And we'll drink to the old-world greatness," said Billy.-- 30690|"But if we're to drink to a new world greatness, 30690|"We must go back to our oyster-picking days," 30690|Said Billy. "We've lived our lives, we've had enough, 30690|We've loved and lost to the drinking of our lives." 30690|"We must go back to the woods," said Billy.-- 30690|"For it's all in the time we have to waste," 30690|Said Billy. "When _you_ and your _pout_ have to say it, 30690|And your _mouth_ and your _gummet_ cannot come to pass, 30690|You're in the least bit qualified to say what _you_ would." 30690|We are but shells with a little life in us: here among the dust, 30690|Our lives are a heap of little shells. 30690|You've a little time till you forget, 30690|In the time of your toil, 30690|In the solitude, to breathe your life out, 30690|And be what it is you really _am_. 30690|You've a little time till you forget 30690|In the time of your toil, 30690|In the solitude, ======================================== SAMPLE 19730 ======================================== 2491|And there, as with a kindly smile, 2491|And in a moment of delight, 2491|The white lilies pale and sweet 2491|With fairy wings were spread. 2491|The moon was at the full at last, 2491|And now she rose, as white she rose; 2491|And now, as tender and as mild, 2491|She came to rest on my face. 2491|I was a little thing; a pretty thing; 2491|But, oh, it was not fair! 2491|A dark and weary-like lily-white, 2491|I stood on high; 2491|And, underneath my feet, I saw, 2491|A far white star. 2491|At last the night came down; the sun, 2491|So long at rest, 2491|Was melting to his golden face, 2491|And, with his light, 2491|I watched my little star, as white, 2491|And young, and fair. 2491|The wind went wooing; and, in its voice, 2491|A song was heard; 2491|And 'neath the stars, in my lonely bed, 2491|I lay, at last, 2491|And dreamed of my promised star. 2491|It gleamed so pale! so dim! 2491|My weary, hopeless, wistful eyes 2491|Beheld it clear. 2491|My little star, and only star, 2491|Its lonely, lonely resting-place, 2491|And, far away, 2491|The winds were speaking sweet. 2491|The birds were singing down; and high 2491|The blue-birds flew, 2491|And softly overhead, 2491|I heard the bright 2491|Sudden, sweet bird song. 2491|The sun was rising and soon, 2491|My boyhood's dream would come; 2491|And I might reach one hand 2491|And grasp that star. 2491|Its silver rays had touched mine eyes, 2491|And softly it would burn; 2491|And, far away, 2491|Singing, I'd grasp that star. 2491|No heart had ever, sure, 2491|A sweeter time than mine; 2491|And all alone there, 2491|It lay, so still; 2491|And I would hold it still. 2491|The wind is lying on the sea; 2491|The tide comes in with a sigh. 2491|The sand is turning as it goes, 2491|And the ocean floor darkens o'er. 2491|A dream is waking in my breast-- 2491|Oh, let me not wake again. 2491|Oh, dream of a lovely flower 2491|Whose fragrance, like the scent of life, 2491|Is made for all of mortal birth, 2491|For me alone. 2491|My little star, my lovely star! 2491|The sky is dark; let us away! 2491|A bright star will shine out again, 2491|An hour soon, in the morning light, 2491|Till the ocean fades from our sight, 2491|And our home in heaven is nigh. 2491|A dark and weary night, my darling 2491|Where will ye be, my moon and star? 2491|Out of the dark where shall ye go? 2491|Where shall ye hide from the scornful day? 2491|My little star that is all my pride, 2491|With its shining light and fierce light, 2491|It shall never take flight again. 2491|Oh, the morning is dark and drear, my child, 2491|And the night is cold above you; 2491|And the cruel and swift-drawn day, 2491|Like the shadows of death, is near. 2491|The sun shall never shine, my child, 2491|And never shall the morn again, 2491|For the bitter scornful day is near, 2491|And the cold grey death is near. 2491|My moon is all thy love's desire, 2491|And she shall be without a span, 2491|For she is fairest of thy stars, 2491|And she was made to be thy moon. 2491|She is fair of face, with her star-white face, 2491| ======================================== SAMPLE 19740 ======================================== A little, and not a little, 31926|For a little, and not a little. 31926|The little and not a little 31926|Is a little, and not a little." 31926|"And for a little," said I,-- 31926|"And for a little,--for a little! 31926|For a little and not a little." 31926|"And for a little," said I; 31926|"For a little and not a little, 31926|Is a little, and not a little." 31926|"It is so!" said the little one; 31926|"It is so!--O my father, O my father! 31926|O my father, my father!" 31926|"The little and not a little 31926|Is a little, and not a little. 31926|It is so--O my father, O my father! 31926|O my father, my father!" 31926|"O my father!" said his daughter; 31926|"O my father! O my father!" 31926|But, O the tears! O the weeping! 31926|He who could not comprehend 31926|Was an only child. 31926|The long and dreary nights 31926|In the forest silent; 31926|The harsh winds, how they cry! 31926|The squirrels' nests so cold; 31926|The wounded deer lies dead, 31926|And the loud war is done, 31926|And the wild deer leaps no more,-- 31926|It is over! It is over! 31926|The red fox, with the spotted face, 31926|Sits on the snow-bank, 31926|Sitting in the hollow 31926|That the roebuck speared. 31926|He is listening, tooth and nail, 31926|To the patter 31926|Of the feet of the poor, 31926|That come from the cold. 31926|"O thou my love!" said the mother, 31926|As she took her babe in her arms, 31926|"Why art thou abroad so late? 31926|Or if thine interest is here, 31926|To take thy interest away? 31926|Why come to the gathering, 31926|When the children are not here?" 31926|O the cruel mother! 31926|Said the little Red Riding Hood, 31926|"Because I left the little ones 31926|Home to mourn for me!" 31926|"O my son!" said the mother, 31926|"Why art thou abroad so late? 31926|Or if thine interest is here, 31926|To take thy interest away? 31926|Why come to the gathering, 31926|When the children are not here?" 31926|"O thou little Red Riding Hood," 31926|Sang the mother, with her bundle, 31926|"Be of goodlihead good and brave. 31926|Thou needest not to seek for home, 31926|And the little ones too must care, 31926|And the little ones must bear all." 31926|O the cruel mother! 31926|Said the little Red Riding Hood: 31926|"Be brave, and stay with your patter, 31926|Stay with your patter, and patter; 31926|Let not your anger patter, 31926|If that were the home you want." 31926|There was a little boy and a little girl, 31926|Down near the lake, they sit that sit and dream. 31926|The little boy borrows a friend's crayon, 31926|And paints ducks and drakes in the river-dyke. 31926|What can come of this? The little boy tells 31926|Of ducks and drakes in the river-dyke; 31926|And what can this boy be thinking of, in 31926|A village near the lake, at a little after nine! 31926|A little after nine! A thing for study, 31926|A thing for study! Oh, and for fun,-- 31926|For fun, as well as for learning, you see! 31926|The ducks and drakes lie in the little pond, 31926|And the little boat comes racing along. 31926|What can come of all this? The little boy sings, 31926|And paints ducks and drakes in the little pond-- ======================================== SAMPLE 19750 ======================================== 1365|And, as he spoke, his finger deftly moved 1365|Within the opening of the shutter; 1365|At once a light, as of a furnace, cast 1365|Its rosy red and, hovering awhile, 1365|The scene around it all bewildered. 1365|The whole place seemed eminently bright; 1365|And every little light, within its van, 1365|In its own way, also had a story. 1365|A cottage near some woodland quicksand, 1365|The young and idle, and the jolly; 1365|Where the house stood with the valley round it, 1365|And the stream, in the stillness of the day, 1365|Lisped longings and old, forgotten pleasures, 1365|And the memory of old, delicious feelings. 1365|A hut on the wold; the drowsy, dreamy sound 1365|Of the forest seemed, and the soft-spun earth, 1365|And the cottage, yet so still, and so serene 1365|With the white, white clouds, that had gathered there, 1365|And the silence of the spot, and the sky. 1365|It was an Eastern dwelling; a small house, 1365|And not a beautiful one, if beautiful; 1365|For, in a certain fashion its walls were spread 1365|And, with the floor, the roof, the window-bar, 1365|And the tall, heavy windows with jacinth hearts, 1365|And a ceiling inlaid with gold-embroidered drapery. 1365|The roof rose not higher than the eaves; 1365|The windows were not so high as is good 1365|For a dream, but they were so down, and so fair, 1365|That it seemed the windows were of crystal. 1365|And underneath the green, green roof was light 1365|And soft, and, all the day, it was the same 1365|Dark, silent, and beautiful sky as this; 1365|And no one ever thought about the roof; 1365|But the windows, with their beautiful blue eyes, 1365|Looked into them, and showed the world, and were seen. 1365|But the rain, through the windows, and the sky, 1365|Seemed, at present, to say, say, aye! 1365|And the raindrops were dropping and dropping; 1365|And a few, like little, round, soft stars, were seen 1365|In the glass, like little, round windows there. 1365|So it was that, every night, in the night, 1365|The house was empty and dark. 1365|But, ever, when the rain, in the window, said, 1365|"I must drop down and meet with the sky, 1365|And the window was broken, before I would go;" 1365|And the window was broken and the roof o'er-sank, 1365|The young girl was always in her bed, 1365|And the water, like a silver starlet, floated 1365|All night above her head, and was seen 1365|To laugh, and the laughing was like a drop of dew, 1365|But on the pillow of her head, beside it, lay 1365|"The old dream that is waking again." 1365|It was hard up there; the weather had been terrible 1365|In the days long long ago; 1365|And, under the window there, by the window bars, 1365|There in the dark and the rain, 1365|There was no shelter from the wind and the rain, 1365|But the little, brown, old house, and the lonely, lone trees, 1365|And the little, brown, old yard, 1365|And only the wind, and only the rain, and only the tree-bunt, 1365|And the rain and the raindrops dropping, and the sky all dark with them. 1365|Here the little, brown, old house stood, 1365|In a quiet street; 1365|And, through the windows, the windows in green, 1365|How oft I had seen 1365|The yellow housewives of the village pass, 1365|Passing to and fro, 1365|In the rain and the thunder, in the raindrops loud! 1365|But never the yellow housewives came back into that dwelling, ======================================== SAMPLE 19760 ======================================== 35402|Than thou that was thyself a little while ago, 35402|O thou that was a little while ago! 35402|As the grass grows beneath the foot of him that holds him fast 35402|He will lift him up from the ground, and he will raise him up 35402|Out of the way of her that marries him and of all the years 35402|To the songs and words and laughter of the world that try 35402|To make a happy home for him that holds him fast. 35402|When men come near his name, and when he sings no more, 35402|No more, O little one, his body shall lie to rest; 35402|He shall come back to his home in the land of the wise, 35402|He shall go into his chamber till his hour have come, 35402|But all the others shall not go into their tomb. 35402|He is dead when no one has loved him; but the life that he lived 35402|Is in his mouth to-day. 35402|O thou that was a little while ago! 35402|Let him sleep and let him sleep, no more let him die. 35402|The years go by and yet he sleeps and is not dead; 35402|I know of him, and where he lies, and the hours that are gone, 35402|But there is not a sign in the world to show by the air, 35402|By the windy sky, or on the wide earth, or in the face 35402|Of one that is near him, when his name is brought to birth. 35402|O thou, O one that was a little while ago! 35402|If there were not something hid by the smoke or by the foam, 35402|By the dust or the mirage, or in the place where the sun 35402|Shines where he should shine, or beneath where the stars move, 35402|It would pass the soul for the sake of all those that are dead, 35402|And there would be nothing more that is needful to bear. 35402|What is there more? and if there were, what more would be left? 35402|Yet the light goes out about the world among men, 35402|And the darkness is over all the land and sea; 35402|What is there more? and if there were, what more would avail? 35402|And I think I hold the world in trust, and hold him fast-- 35402|The life in his mouth, the death in his breath, and breath in 35402|His head, which has never a rest of any food or drink 35402|For his eyes and hands and thoughts, and his spirits go about 35402|In a world of care, and a world of foolishness, and fear. 35402|I am come among men and all men's sons 35402|To the feast in which we feast on one another; 35402|They shall hear of our good years and shall greet us, 35402|And their hearts shall be glad with the joy of our tears. 35402|No joy that I know of is such sweet sorrow, 35402|No sorrow such sweet gladness, no ears shall hear, 35402|That shall never cease to be among men's sons; 35402|For they shall be like to us upon the earth. 35402|Now at the banquet we have drunk, and I go with you; 35402|But you go forth and sing to the stars above; 35402|The night will have wit, the day will have joy, 35402|All joy of God; I shall not weep nor heed it, 35402|My heart is glad because your heart and voice and eyes are glad. 35402|When all of us have drunk and all of us have eaten, 35402|The earth shall be glad with one spirit of gladness, 35402|For of love and of joy and of good cheer she shall fill 35402|The hearts of men. 35402|Yea, in the days that are set for men's joy 35402|She shall be glad--she shall be glad in the land wherein she stands; 35402|The wide earth shall be glad as a garden of paradise, 35402|With the little children of men in the wide heaven over the moon 35402|Who walk down the ways of joy together 35402|Through the golden days that are set for men's joy; 35402|Ah, sweet shall be the ways they go in and out, 35402|Sweet shall be the sweet heart of every living thing 35 ======================================== SAMPLE 19770 ======================================== 5186|As the waters overflow, 5186|Fill the river's whirlpools, 5186|To the lake of troubled waters. 5186|Wainamoinen's son, Wipunen, 5186|Straightway leaves the cataract, 5186|Lays aside the mat of ermine, 5186|As the stream rolls wide before him; 5186|On the rocks his cap girds him, 5186|And his helmet mends to perfect shape; 5186|Quickly runs the current, 5186|Rushing like the torrent, 5186|Like the black and fatal torrent, 5186|Gliding rapid as a river, 5186|Falling from the mountains downward, 5186|To the sleepy villages, 5186|To the homes of men and maidens. 5186|Far around the current sweeps them, 5186|Far above them gleams the sky-line, 5186|Rolling many valleys darkly 5186|Down the cliffs of Kalevala. 5186|Wise and skilled magicians, 5186|They, the sons of ancient Pellerwoinen, 5186|Carefully the billows cleared, 5186|With their powers of magic, 5186|With their arts of daring, 5186|That the flood might once more be filled. 5186|Wearied still grew Pellerwoinen, 5186|Urged his power the first to do it, 5186|Done as they had done before him. 5186|Then began the second workmanship, 5186|Of the sons of earth and sky-gods; 5186|From the foam the sons of earth produced 5186|Cards as long as eight dimensions; 5186|All the water-things desired 5186|Ukko's love and mercy, 5186|Ukko's love for master-piece, 5186|Eve's loom of silver-twisted thread-work; 5186|Ukko gave the loom his cards, 5186|Put the shuttle head upon it, 5186|Wrought the many-colored threads, 5186|Golden, and the silver-dyed, 5186|Till the threads gleamed with silver; 5186|Ukko heard their voices calling, 5186|This was singing, dancing, talking, 5186|Thus the elves made merry for him. 5186|Many people saw the magic, 5186|Some to Nimaera's castle 5186|Direct their steps to gentle Princess 5186|Who had brought the elves to Nimaera, 5186|To the Maiden of the Hearth-gate, 5186|To the maiden thus entreated, 5186|This was Pellerwoinen's answer: 5186|"Dearest sister, maiden-sweet, 5186|Tell me what has brought thee hither, 5186|Whither has the old magician 5186|Come, and what new message-bearing?" 5186|"He has come, and has delivered, 5186|But has not the whole truth revealed, 5186|Not the whole truth of his presence, 5186|Not the whole of his mission, Wainola. 5186|I have heard a loud uproar, 5186|Heard a hum as of many birds." 5186|This is Pellerwoinen's answer: 5186|"I am weary of my life-sleep, 5186|Weary of the songs of joy-phony, 5186|Weary of the joy-notes thundering. 5186|Weary of my life's large labor, 5186|Do I sigh for aught but singing, 5186|Look to earth for comfort and guidance. 5186|"Listen, sister dear, to me, 5186|Listen to my wise constancy; 5186|Listen to the words I utter; 5186|Listen to the sweetest melodies 5186|Of the maidens of Pohyola; 5186|Take the card of healing, Pohanna, 5186|Take the card of power, Lempo's daughter, 5186|Look on thee with the eyes of kindness, 5186|Touch thy fingers with the magic brooch, 5186|On thy breast, of feathery feather, 5186|Charms that burn like fire and magic, 5186|As the dancing flame stimulates me. 5186|Take the magic amulelet, 5186|Take the amulet of Sariola, 5186|Look ======================================== SAMPLE 19780 ======================================== 4332|But you are more than this, dear, 4332|And I am more than that. 4332|I have heard my mother say 4332|That in the future each would be 4332|A little child and you a king, 4332|And the good name of queen and man 4332|Won from the world away. 4332|She meant--and I have felt my grief 4332|And the world would have it so - 4332|To keep the story up to-day, 4332|With a love that is no more. 4332|O World! I would be glad, and glad 4332|To be still for a little while 4332|Before the end of this we know, 4332|Before the last strange hour! 4332|And when you found her you could not speak 4332|To her face to face, and yet you looked 4332|Like you had found a mother in a dream, 4332|And so you called her, yes, you called her by 4332|Your dead name. I am waiting for her. 4332|Now there's a good chance it may be this day 4332|I shall be all the world to her. 4332|How would I like to go from this place-- 4332|My home, my dear, where they are making me 4332|I shall go out of my way, I shall run 4332|Wherever she shall tell me to run, 4332|And be like her, and follow and follow. 4332|I have heard it used to be so used, 4332|And I have seen it used at last: 4332|That I should follow her and be sure 4332|That it would never be used again. 4332|I never shall have that. For there is 4332|No living thing I ever shall know, 4332|But I shall see her forever, and 4332|My God! for one great dream I dreamt that she 4332|Would hold me from the world. 4332|Now when and where you go to school 4332|I shall go to you, the day you come, 4332|And ask you if you know of any place 4332|Where you could go to? 4332|If you can give some answer 4332|And let me know what you have done, 4332|I shall forget about the girl I am, 4332|And, if I can, be proud to know 4332|That I can be her friend. 4332|In my room 4332|I shall feel the wind as we sit there, 4332|I shall hear the talk between us. 4332|And when you ask me who the person is 4332|That is coming to-day, I shall tell you 4332|The name of someone else's mother. 4332|But I have said all this 4332|Before you come among my friends, 4332|And I care not. I shall wait all night 4332|To see the shadow walk across my wall, 4332|My mother's shadow, and I shall cry 4332|When morning comes. 4332|As for you, you said 4332|You would not know that you were coming till 4332|You had come home as the sun came over the lawn. 4332|And now, when you have dropped off my dresser 4332|With the books I have brought for every one's welcome, 4332|And when I reach my window, then will you 4332|Turn over the blind, and be the only one 4332|To touch my face and to see me as I am? 4332|Let me wait all night in my darkened room 4332|Until dawn shall come as the morning to-morrow. 4332|What shall you bring me then? 4332|Some paper, 4332|Or some sand. 4332|Some paper is only for dreaming. 4332|Some is good for things to look at 4332|When things are quiet and all the children are still. 4332|But I had forgot all this, or I would have told you. 4332|I am so tired of being a mother 4332|And of my children's prayers in the streets; 4332|Of all the days of day and hours of the night, 4332|Of the little children in the corners 4332|And of the children in their beds when they are sleeping 4332|Under the window looking at the sky. 4332 ======================================== SAMPLE 19790 ======================================== 36954|We will, forsooth, rise up on all hands; 36954|And, with a loud acclaim, we'll come away! 36954|And as for _Me_, I'll laugh, till I am red, 36954|And drink a quart or two of _Hemingway_. 36954|We'll talk of the great men who came before us, 36954|In spite of what is said or sung about them; 36954|And that famous old songwriter, the Sage, 36954|Whom the nation of New York calls the Sage, 36954|Who wrote that one night in his cabin, 36954|When the rain went down on a huge rain of dollars, 36954|And the weather gods began to go ape to him, 36954|For he said, "_You mustn't_ play the piano any more!" 36954|I'm glad we've got him: there's something in youth 36954|Of an unusual elysian atmosphere, 36954|As if all the earth went up in a volta 36954|And the planets came rolling one by one-- 36954|As if the breath of heaven did enter Earths, 36954|And the sky above it started to fill up; 36954|And the soul of song itself is getting so, 36954|That there will soon be half--but no, I don't think so-- 36954|Hundreds of thousands of young folks who will be 36954|All, if not all, at least very much at home; 36954|Whose souls are in touch with the deeps of life 36954|Just as they always have been, 36954|And they'll make of the great things they do envy, 36954|And all of their own ways make, 36954|As their hearts are in touch, and they'd be better as whole. 36954|So I'm glad we've got him: there's something in youth 36954|Which is drawing near the soul of the race, 36954|Which is stirring up its thoughts and its ways, 36954|Which is drawing to the sun on the hill so high, 36954|And its soul is not yet so dim that it's lost; 36954|As if there seemed to come round, 36954|And this year, like the same thing, 36954|All that is possible in words to describe. 36954|I don't need to tell you this is a time for laughter. 36954|'Twill be years before 'tis the music and the grace; 36954|But now, before its music, 'tis ready to greet 36954|The dawn, like the dawn-stars that greet the day-dawn there; 36954|And we'll take the old ways to them, 36954|Till they're changed, as is the world, 36954|And the things we knew, like the old days-- 36954|But as soon as the old ways come back again, 36954|We'll laugh at the fools we used to know, 36954|With the same kind of humor. 36954|I hope that the great men that I shall see, 36954|And the great women and the great men of our land, 36954|Will be just as much a part of the humor as they 36954|will ever come back. 36954|I'm not saying I'll go, or that I'd not like to-- 36954|But, when the humor is coming, you see, 36954|I'll be ready; and as I said before, 36954|I'll sing a song for the old colors again, 36954|And I shall laugh as I laugh when they come back, 36954|With the same kind of a smile, I know! 36954|You'll be waiting in a little while, 36954|And you'll see me in a big way, 36954|But you won't be surprised if I tell you the thing that I 36954|won't tell to any one else; 36954|I won't tell you the thing that I don't do, 36954|But I won't talk about it to a friend; 36954|I won't say it will amuse you or vex you, 36954|That's the trouble: when _I_ won't talk that to you, 36954|I tell you the thing that you won't tell, 36954|And, in my own part, maybe, I've been "babled" 36954|And hasn't learned the meaning of the things I say, 36954| ======================================== SAMPLE 19800 ======================================== 1279|But now I see thee shining bright through ane 1279|In all thy brightnesse, 1279|Whare'er thou art beaute o'er; 1279|As when the moon, in heaven's' pure eie, 1279|Has gusht her fullness of delight. 1279|And by thy ray, dear sister, I see thee shine 1279|Saph and bright, 1279|Till the dewy eve, 1279|Bright as a star, appears: 1279|Thou art the star that I love best; 1279|The brightnesse of the sun; 1279|The glow, the sunshine, that is half my bliss, 1279|And half my bane. 1279|And by thy ray, sweet sister, I adore, 1279|As I admire a star, 1279|A star, that shines the whole world through, 1279|And makes its glory shine 1279|About the house and fields and trees, 1279|Like to thy light. 1279|And by thy ray, dearest, these be my vows: 1279|To thee, to thee, to thee, to thee! 1279|Let a' the wicked thank their lucky fortune; 1279|For a' the ilk forty-fough,- 1279|An' a' the joyful triumphs comin' 1279|From strengand places; 1279|For a' the paths o' toil an' sorrow, 1279|An' a' the dints on men's' hope, 1279|That cause a man to wonder-analyse; 1279|For a' the bliss, baith ease an' merriment 1279|When we are blest in love; 1279|For a' the sunny hours of dreamin'; 1279|For a' the biddin' o' the mind; 1279|For a' the sweet contentment accompanying 1279|On the lips that smile; 1279|For a' the wholesome food o' health; 1279|An' for a' the peace o' mind; 1279|For a' the joys that reason rouses, 1279|Giving them due succession, 1279|When we're snug an' circula'd 1279|By nature in her cradle. 1279|Nae injur'd creature can we fear, 1279|When we hae nae guardian care; 1279|The Friend we count our sole security, 1279|O'er us doth mutual love cling: 1279|Then how shall we the change deplore, 1279|If our protector prove a foe? 1279|When a' the charms that Nature sheds around 1279|We find nae remorse around: 1279|Nae torments we shall suffer then, 1279|For he maun end us at the last. 1279|So long as I can see my Ire 1279|Shall mutual love confine, 1279|An' coorse my hopes to forfeit leave, 1279|Shall mutual chuses prove. 1279|A friend maun still be hereafter our friend, 1279|An' still may an other view; 1279|But I shall, then, a better leave try, 1279|Wha that I may may, and can; 1279|An' wha that I may, that I may try, 1279|An' win his friendship o't. 1279|A friend, though by affliction's shaft 1279|He's scatter'd far from kin; 1279|What, friend and kin at distance talk, 1279|'Cause my heart's ne'er at ease; 1279|The friend is mair than half aware 1279|That half is his own too! 1279|A friend! though my heart seems in a sigh 1279|To be sever'd from his side: 1279|But he hath need where'er to turn, 1279|If he maun turn a new leaf, 1279|To confound affliction's dagger, 1279|That in my heart did dwell: 1279|A better friend to win than me, 1279|And not on me that play, 1279|I may turn to, whate'er befall, 1279|The friend in me shall need; 1279|The friend, my heart to turn to, shall 1279|Find that turn in him my need. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 19810 ======================================== 27297|With no more grief than she'd been dead. 27297|And I said, "And what will you have for me? 27297|I'll give you all I love." 27297|And he laughed as he said, "You never will!" 27297|And I'll give you all I love!" 27297|So, we made a bargain. We sold her 27297|For fifty pounds to you; 27297|But she'll tell you what you will never have, 27297|And it's all very plain that you'll not forget; 27297|And you'll find she would be happy with herself. 27297|And if she takes no more delight 27297|In the new ways I'd find 27297|To show the joy I have in you, 27297|What could a man like me do but sigh? 27297|The thought of her new-found joy 27297|Is a joy to me! 27297|For I'm no longer a poor man's wife 27297|Who's forced to hustle and scrimp 27297|Upon a little over-sweet 27297|And little half-chewed dowager. 27297|I am rich, with gold and land, 27297|And a husband, just by being wife. 27297|I can play the man to his heart's desire; 27297|I'm too good a wife to be a shirker. 27297|I am like my father, the good King Dunbar, 27297|Whom the good folks in London deride, 27297|With his pride and pomp and pride and pomp 27297|In the street-square, and pride and pomp 27297|In the castle at the end of the world. 27297|I can look in their eyes that shine on night 27297|And my own in theirs, and both their ways be bright. 27297|For I'm no longer the poor half-chewed dowager 27297|That I've always striven to be. 27297|I'm myself a queen of England's land, 27297|Roving about in this great world of ours. 27297|And I'll keep the rest to them who give my heart 27297|No thought but love. 27297|If I die on this world's stage to-day, 27297|I shall not weep to see my children pass. 27297|For, father, you have seen their death. 27297|You've had your part in each. 27297|For you have come with them, you have had 27297|Your death. 27297|You've seen them die. 27297|But they're all grown men, and now they pass. 27297|So, father, you've no part in these 27297|Proud, proud things you see them die. 27297|Yes. Yes, they have played their part, 27297|They've all grown men; and no one knows it, 27297|No one. 27297|That is why the people frown, 27297|And say it's sad when, father, you've found 27297|That the young are not the young. 27297|For where the young are, there are the old. 27297|And the old are as old as we are. 27297|And my thoughts say 27297|That some day they will say they were deceived. 27297|It's strange in a day like this 27297|When life's a dream to be soon forgot, 27297|That the young are not the young. 27297|There's joy in a moment of calm, 27297|Though it come and go like a passing cloud; 27297|Yet there's joy in the time when the breath 27297|Of the soul has reached its utmost power. 27297|And there's joy, and there's hope, and there's peace, 27297|And a sense of the infinite Good, 27297|When you've found your place. 27297|There's joy in the morning light, 27297|Though the night be dark with its shadow-wraith, 27297|That the day is a gift from God's own heart 27297|Unto the man of the hour and station 27297|Of station. 27297|There's joy and there's joy in the night, 27297|Though the stars be dark, and the night be long, 27297|Though the night be long with the burden 27297|Of endless thought and endless thoughts untold, 27297|Then, father, you ======================================== SAMPLE 19820 ======================================== 36214|Thy life hath ever been thy pride? 36214|What was all thy longing for, 36214|When thy love, with an ebb that ebbed 36214|In the heart's wild surge of pain, 36214|Left the old heart, and fled unto 36214|The new and strange, a shroud? 36214|What was all thy dreaming of, 36214|When thou knewst the love that wailed, 36214|But an echo that went by? 36214|And what did that old heart tell 36214|When the new love sent its wave, 36214|But the echo that swept athwart 36214|The blind old passion's breast? 36214|The old love is dead, and thou wert 36214|The star-like light that shone, 36214|When the star went over mountains 36214|Like a bride to meet her fate! 36214|Then, if thou art the spirit then had 36214|Thy bride beneath the sun, 36214|And in that world so high and blue 36214|Dwelt the spirit of a bride,-- 36214|_Thou_ art the star-like spirit then had 36214|Thy bride beneath the sun. 36214|And I the spirit know so well 36214|In the heart of the heart's new bride, 36214|When the heart that thou art now hath gained 36214|One so fair and true before. 36214|In that world, in the strange new place, 36214|Where love has life and love is true, 36214|Though they are two, a single wife, 36214|They yet follow each as then. 36214|And the heart to her will yield at length, 36214|And the love to her take in turn,-- 36214|Yea, love unto love hath grown 36214|As love unto love of yore. 36214|O ye sisters, in the days of yore, 36214|When all the young went with you on their way; 36214|When I was a child, and yoke upon my leg; 36214|When I and my brother and my father went 36214|The mote and the star we could scarcely see, 36214|But I saw them all, and my heart was a-glee! 36214|And the mote shone bright 'gainst the blue of the sky, 36214|And the mote-worm said "Good-bye," and went away! 36214|Oh! the years of your youthful distress 36214|They had made sweet and happy the life of me! 36214|With the mote-worm gone, with the star to call, 36214|I walked with the youth, and they talked and they played, 36214|And I laughed, and played, and laughed, and laughed, and sang! 36214|And the youth was the joy of my heart, my pride, 36214|And he said, "It may be"--and he laughed, and he sang! 36214|And my sister, with a heart full of care, 36214|Said, "It may be," and she laughed, and she sang; 36214|And then I was broken in half with pain, 36214|But I never could understand why, 36214|And I never could say, "I will go with them still!" 36214|But we two were together, and alive, 36214|And joy at once restored to my heart, and me; 36214|And I turned from the sorrow and the mote, 36214|And I cried, "It may be," and I laughed, and sang! 36214|But when the last smile from on high fell, 36214|And the life of life went with me as a veil, 36214|I would not depart, nor ever more speak, 36214|But I saw my father with the youth that departed. 36214|The night of our youth is the night of our days, 36214|When we feel the spell that Death may have placed 36214|Upon us, as our souls depart 36214|That it may be no death. But if, in sooth, 36214|It be the death of the things we love, 36214|And of ourselves; if all 36214|That we hold dear be altered in the dark, 36214|And our hearts grown more 36214|Thrifty than they are now; 36214|If our hearts no more can hold 36214|Our loves that ======================================== SAMPLE 19830 ======================================== 14591|But to whom it should belong? 14591|'Tis to the child,--that child I mean,-- 14591|In the wild wood I will lead her, 14591|And the world she with me bring. 14591|Away with fears, with joys resign'd, 14591|I'll lead the maid to wood, and fold 14591|With me the little sheaf of sheaves. 14591|Now when, with my own hand, I'll rear 14591|The old man's son, with me 'twill be; 14591|And if the boy grow old, and die, 14591|The mother shall no more consent 14591|To lay the breast with child between. 14591|And if, by death to be conferred, 14591|A girl we all would then demand, 14591|We would in mother's name have one, 14591|And so become that girl's deified. 14591|I'm the old man's child; his child I'll be. 14591|But what if child be grown and dead to me? 14591|And yet, to make a pause, and spare the maid 14591|All day, my son had to be stay'd. 14591|I'd sooner be thy son: the boy of mine 14591|My life is not to be lost for any one; 14591|So he must stay, whose father's I was. 14591|Thou'rt the old man's child,--thy child I'll be; 14591|But where his face thou tak'st it not he'll have. 14591|Yet, my friend, why make a pause to me? 14591|Since in my heart I love the child so, 14591|I'll go with thee into the church and kneel, 14591|Be holy thyself and know no fear. 14591|In the church, beside her altar kneel! 14591|To-day she'll kiss, and to-morrow she'll never kneel. 14591|_From an old German paper._ 14591|Thou shalt sit to-night, thou shalt not stand! 14591|No, never: 14591|A little maiden shall be mine,-- 14591|The poor woman's child. 14591|She shall be clothed in linen fine, 14591|And her feet shall be unwet with snow, 14591|And thy head shall lie warm and still, 14591|And never shiver with cold. 14591|_From an old German paper._ 14591|_I shall hear the death-bell to ring!_ 14591|Then, thou shalt lie in sweet content, 14591|And my daughter shall be thine. 14591|A very young pig is a very fat pig, 14591|My dear? 14591|And the pigs that are lean and the pigs that are fat 14591|Their feet are well shaped; 14591|In their legs the axle's at the ground, 14591|And the toes come out at the heel. 14591|_The Germans will hear you to the end of the world 14591|On a Christmas eve._ 14591|A very young pig is a very fat pig, 14591|And I'm proud! 14591|A very young pig is a very fat pig, 14591|And not one bit of me will grow old! 14591|And though thou keepest away from pasture free-- 14591|Thou'rt a very good pig, my dear. 14591|_I shall hear the death-bell to ring!_ 14591|Oh! the pig that takes no care for what is in it, 14591|A little pig is a very fat pig, 14591|And thou canst have no more! 14591|And I'll have thee, then, in my bosom-fur, 14591|A very young pig is a very fat pig, 14591|And I'm proud! 14591|That's why I came to save thee, my dear pig, 14591|And--that's better than the whole of it, of course! 14591|_I shall hear the death-bell to ring!_ 14591|And we'll go with thee to the holy land, 14591|And we'll do as we want to do! 14591|And in the house that one would build one'sself, 14591|Shall one not build it? 14591|That's why I came to save thee, my dear pig, ======================================== SAMPLE 19840 ======================================== 1728|withal: and so in wrath he took 1728|his fiery bow from out his hand, and smote him 1728|at that place with a full-fraught arrow that sprang 1728|from his strong hand. And he threw his spear upon him, 1728|and smote him with his spear without a pause. Then 1728|Achilles drew his bright-wreathed bow from the scabbard, 1728|and smote him on the right shoulder: full on 1728|the bone the point flew forth, and in the place 1728|between his shoulder and his shoulder it smote 1728|away the hard edge of his sword. But as a 1728|fool would go in the dust with a well-strung bow, 1728|full twenty swift arrows flying from the 1728|string. 1728|And now the valiant Polydorus had drawn his bow, 1728|and his good shield in the place where he had laid it, 1728|and was standing by the doorways of his dwelling 1728|in his own halls. But when he had drawn his bow, 1728|and had shouted forth a signal to the chiefs to 1728|come out, the manacles, as I have told you, 1728|and the quiver with the arrow that he held, 1728|he fell prone at the feet of his lord on the 1728|stairs of one of the upper courts. Then he spoke to 1728|Achilles, saying: 'Ah, valiant son of Peleus, 1728|heir of a valorous heart, say what counsel in the 1728|loft for this deed was thine. So now, methinks, the 1728|youth of thine heart was not too high, when, methinks, 1728|in thy house thou thoughtst to hide thyself from me, 1728|and in disguise to bear thee forth. But now return this 1728|one to the city, the one who gave it to me, that 1728|there he straight may bear it to my own house.' 1728|Then didst thou answer, prudent son of Peleus: 'Polydamas, 1728|surely the Thunderer has not sent me forth to slay 1728|this man, of the sons of Atreus. But this man lies 1728|lidless in my halls, soiled with a day's hard labour, and his 1728|hands are bare of all goodly goods and costly, even 1728|this bow-gleaning one. And thou wast my lord, even Eteoneus, 1728|so in thy house I sent thee forth, as the messenger 1728|of Jove, and thy mother's lord, to bid thee go abroad, 1728|with the best of the Achaeans, to the wide land of 1728|Troy faring, and thy people to gather and deliver up 1728|to the men of Troy. But he that lies there alive, thou 1728|shalt have no part in the war, nor in the taking of it 1728|ever more nor in the making thereof; yea, ever living, 1728|thou man of evil deeds, thou crafty foe.' 1728|This said, he laid his lute aside, the bow that he 1728|had in the chamber, and he twitched the yellow string, 1728|and he touched a thread of gold that was at his side, as 1728|he bade his comrades stand here, and the song went on. And 1728|the holy Aphrodite heard from on high, and straightway 1728|came down from the ship. So they twain stood by his side 1728|and the sound of the song went on fainter and fainter: 1728|till at the last the twain of them drew nigh to the neck 1728|of the old man, that stood watching the song, and even 1728|even as they came up she passed between his teeth and 1728|the wound. Then all the men of Troy took heart and 1728|watched over the cure, and at the third watch she turned 1728|her face to Hermes the messenger, and spake, 1728|saying: 1728|'"Telemachus, son of divine Achilles, thou seest thy 1728|father, how in the hall, and by the threshold of his chambers, 1728|a feast hath been laid, for the Achaeans ======================================== SAMPLE 19850 ======================================== 4010|To serve my King. 4010|"But though thyself shall be 4010|My steward there; 4010|And tho', to thy dear land dear, 4010|No daughter yield 4010|To other than we, 4010|Yet, as I have here before, 4010|I will be true." 4010|They parted--but they left not 4010|The King's daughter, more. 4010|The King's wife's heart grew woe-begone 4010|For years, and yet she went. 4010|She turned her eyes to Spain, 4010|She turned her eyes to France, 4010|To England, and to Scotland-- 4010|And lo! the Scots! 4010|When the King's wife next she heard, 4010|How sad her heart grew sore! 4010|She said to Charley, "Sir, 4010|I fear you are gone." 4010|She said to Charley, "My dear, 4010|I'll not look on him here, 4010|So, Charley, take this letter 4010|Here, to swear it." 4010|The letter Charley took, 4010|Bearing to her on the key, 4010|And swore that she should see 4010|More than she had seen before; 4010|But when she read the vow, 4010|She felt her heart fail sore. 4010|She bade the old Queen come 4010|That very night, to view 4010|The place where they would be. 4010|The Queen of France the night 4010|Had seen when in her hall 4010|They met and kissed, 4010|Then left to sail the sea. 4010|The Queen of France the night 4010|She met a maiden fair, 4010|But never saw her smile; 4010|She too was blind. 4010|"Now give me leave," said the Dame, 4010|"To leave this blind man here, 4010|And to return and see 4010|The man you lost to-day." 4010|"Then, Charley, let me go. 4010|I fear me too," cried he, 4010|"That man hath been my foe, 4010|If he be not your foe." 4010|"Now leave me well content, 4010|If that be true thy vow." 4010|"And by my faith, ye be 4010|My man, I swear you be, 4010|So that you give me leave; 4010|That I will come and see 4010|That man this night, and swear. 4010|"My father and my husband 4010|Left him in Scotland the morrow, 4010|And brought him hither, Sir; 4010|I'm left his wife, in years, 4010|And if he be not here!" 4010|They parted, for a season, 4010|And neither wish to part more. 4010|The night of that dark time 4010|Might turn a dear event 4010|To true tragedy; 4010|Or else would change its theme, 4010|And turn into a woe. 4010|The King had told his father 4010|Of Charley's match with Charley-- 4010|When Charley told his father 4010|Of Charley's plighted troth-- 4010|The King began to smile 4010|And said, "That is an awful tale." 4010|But when the words were said, 4010|He raised his eyes, and saw 4010|That very day's disgrace. 4010|His mother in her girdle 4010|Was seen to wear a wreath 4010|Of flowers, which, at the hour of death, 4010|A parent may expect. 4010|He went his way, to seek 4010|The noble Charley there; 4010|The King said he could not tell, 4010|Nor would venture to relate, 4010|If the fair maiden were still his wife, 4010|And his own daughter, dear to fame, 4010|Should be left to bleed, as he must die; 4010|How he at the last might hear, 4010|"Bravest of men, is it true 4010|That he was left a father, 4010|And his own daughter left ======================================== SAMPLE 19860 ======================================== 1030|And the fowles, at the break of day, 1030|The sark-makers, at the morn, 1030|(For we to the war have been a-shirk), 1030|From the plaistering of their loom, 1030|Have now begun to plisk 1030|A kind of merry, quixotic jig, 1030|Which, tho' it were nae lark alane, 1030|Would make a man's surplis dangle, 1030|And make a sinner seem a saint 1030|(Since God can do nae blisses by halves). 1030|The lasses themselves are a-joyned, 1030|At our cheery cheery hymns, 1030|And we the "Ode's Instruments," 1030|(Which to your ears it may be amiss 1030|To tell the tune of our own strain). 1030|All these are in my power, all these, 1030|To sing of "wonderfu' late," 1030|And the songs of "good gracious day," 1030|That the nations may thank "God for this." 1030|My dear Sir, with what sadness I now write 1030|My life-stuff - with what grief I write, 1030|As it were a thing unkind, unfitten, 1030|And fit for some rude pen. 1030|As I was walking out of the park, 1030|A horseman, as I was supposed, 1030|Came whirling by, and seiz'd mine arm, 1030|And toss'd me in a puddle, where I was drown'd, 1030|Till I fell on my bended knee, 1030|And wept, as I did weep ere ermine. 1030|My dear Sir, it grieved my heart, 1030|To see your Majesty's _Ode_ 1030|Succeed so entirely and so successfully, 1030|But it will have to do, Sir, still. 1030|And so we leave the Ode that's past 1030|With that, "the wind hath a master-force," 1030|Which, though not written with much skill, 1030|Is always heard,--and the winds do shout, 1030|As they that make it, "Song's on the wings." 1030|"Here the heart of the wind makes the tune." - BOLINGBROKE. 1030|"Here" says the Wind to hiss, G. 1030|For the "wind was the-sailing" G. 1030|We are so small, Sir, 1030|And our wits so small 1030|That when we are play'd, 1030|They run away with us : 1030|We are so small, Sir, 1030|And we run away with you - 1030|So small that they cry, 1030|As they that run with us, 1030|"Here's the wind a-sailing with us." - BR. 1030|"Here's the wind a-sailing" is the Ode of the most distinguished inhabitants of the 1030|I'll come in to the sea 1030|When the wind is low, 1030|And the waves shall break 1030|And the sea-birds chase me! 1030|For you know their way, 1030|And you know your tongue, 1030|And you'll find them here, 1030|Singing together, "Here's the wind a-sailing." - HENRY 1030|Then the sea-wind will blow 1030|The waves to France or Spain; 1030|And the wind will swell 1030|Its bosom to the roar, 1030|And the ships shall vanish o'er the billow, G. 1030|If I were not the Queen 1030|I would be the other; 1030|I'll be the Queen of France 1030|To be on seas, and fight 1030|With castles, guns, and styes, 1030|And my own black Queen. 1030|I will go where my Queen 1030|In a garden do ======================================== SAMPLE 19870 ======================================== 1365|All the ancient legends 1365|Of the Land of Enchantments,-- 1365|Those that are remembered well, 1365|But are not to be told to thee. 1365|Now I pray thee, take me to thine eye, 1365|And take me nearer to thine own heart. 1365|So the King of the Forest answered him, 1365|And to Kriemhild spake again: 1365|"She is not here. I know it well. 1365|She hath some message for thee. 1365|Say thou wherefore thou hast flown, 1365|And wherefore hast not found her? 1365|"In my tent thou hast lain hid 1365|From the men of Bern; this night, 1365|If a dream, more dark is mine. 1365|Say, what brought thee hither from that land, 1365|Where the Rhine, and Danube cross?" 1365|"I know not wherefore I hast flown. 1365|Nor have I lain hid I from thee. 1365|The tale the ancient story tells 1365|Who was thy father?" 1365|"An unclean Devil, and evil sprite. 1365|He was a knight of noble fame. 1365|Saw he in the midst of battle 1365|A great battle; and before it 1365|Fell the hero to earth's bottom." 1365|"Woe, woe, woe! Who shall guide thee now 1365|What hast thou done to-day?" 1365|"I knew not wherefore I had fled; 1365|But this I knew--thou didst thrust me 1365|From the land of Bern: and if I wed 1365|A heathen maiden, I would slay her, 1365|And with my sword her heart would pierce." 1365|"Then I heard a voice; it said, 'Be still. 1365|He is dead, and hath not slain me. 1365|He stands before thee!' And I was still. 1365|"The next day there came upon me 1365|The vision of another friend 1365|Who had a tale to tell thee, 1365|A stranger's tale, and sad. 1365|He was a heathen vainly vain! 1365|And he had told a dreadful tale 1365|Ere this had pass'd away, 1365|Since our first parents first we knew 1365|Ere we were born, 1365|That he might the holy angels speed 1365|And the King's treasure win. 1365|"But ere that night I saw him die, 1365|I knew the dream that now I had, 1365|This the dream that I had heard 1365|From the nightingales on high, 1365|And, from the hill's hollow face, 1365|Whose shadow fell 1365|On the water as it lay, 1365|All along the hills of the world, 1365|Far along the shore, 1365|Was heard an oud call, 1365|That from the hidden land was sent 1365|That all the world may know." 1365|Then spake the King and told him of the story: 1365|"Tall and handsome are you all, 1365|And fair as any maiden fair, 1365|And very young are you all, 1365|But you are strong and noble too. 1365|The King was glad and told him this 1365|Wrought by a Devil in a dream, 1365|And that the King's treasure now 1365|Was only snatched from his hands." 1365|Then said the King, and cried out in glee, 1365|"Ah!" quoth he, "my sister's eyes 1365|Shall see the treasure in my hands. 1365|For I am so proud and gay, 1365|I shall go forth unto the war, 1365|I shall go forth unto the war, 1365|In their day to see, 1365|In their day to see." 1365|But still the youthful Prince said never a word, 1365|Until he saw the King asleep. 1365|And on his bed the youthful Prince cried out, 1365|"The King is dead!" 1365|Then the King lay as he lay, 1365|And the maiden still was sleeping on his neck, ======================================== SAMPLE 19880 ======================================== May I not love thee still?" 37367|For though at times she laughed aloud, 37367|Or spake a bitter word or sad, 37367|She seemed to me as kind and true, 37367|And sweet enough to hear me sing; 37367|While at her words her roundelay 37367|Drew me to tears, and softened me. 37367|And when she died, I turned to see 37367|That parting-hour with mournful mind, 37367|When one who loved so little 37367|The world must die too; 37367|But though we do not see the moon, 37367|The sky seems wide and bright; 37367|And 'tis with this that I think now 37367|That thou wast loved the best! 37367|Who ever knew the rapturous thrill, 37367|When, by the lone sea-shore, the lone sea-coast, 37367|His happy soul in calm oblivion strayed, 37367|And found, beneath the forest's mystery, 37367|The mother-heart of loved one beating! 37367|He found the heart of maiden that had been 37367|Away from man's rude world, and lonely, 37367|Ere Love on heavenly lover had awake 37367|His rapture-gleaming wings in its repose. 37367|In his full flower of life it lay there, 37367|The soul-stem blest, and living flame, and bright: 37367|It was a thing for Love to love, and, though 37367|'Twas of a lowly station, yet, perhaps, 37367|'Twas more than heaven's offering to Love's claim,-- 37367|It might have meant a soul's ransom, if Love 37367|Had been content to linger here in pain 37367|Until--the day was near, the storm was spent-- 37367|He should have fled in its ecstasy back 37367|To that sweet land beyond earth's reach, and died. 37367|Oh, if that ray were sent us from the sky, 37367|Or if the radiant sunbeams from the air 37367|Were touched,--be this our flight and this our mark, 37367|It is a thought that should not be forgot. 37367|He would have lived a maiden's life in that 37367|Who may have felt the kiss of Love divine, 37367|And felt the rapture of the rapture-gleam 37367|Seize on and break it into such fragments 37367|As are by Nature's self not known to break. 37367|To me 'twas surely but a dream, but he, 37367|Who felt the spirit's life within him thrill, 37367|To me must have seemed the spirit of Man, 37367|And deemed the joy in all creation's range 37367|In mortal things the spirit of man. 37367|How sweet the music of that silent sky 37367|In the dim depths of the stilly night, 37367|Where the light is most pure and the dark 37367|Enmeshes the soul with infinite calm, 37367|And the night is most dark to the waking eye! 37367|How sweet to sit awhile in slumber's bower, 37367|When all the stars and shadows are flown, 37367|And in its heart the love of God doth dwell; 37367|To lie and see, when all the world is laid 37367|In a silent trance, the gentle hand 37367|That holds the key of that kingdom where 37367|Dwells Bliss beyond us; where our hope 37367|And our despair are at an end, and all 37367|That is made for loving--but our own-- 37367|Like clouds and skies and oceans melt away. 37367|Holds the life-force of the spirit free, 37367|And in it the all-subduing Light; 37367|Life, which, like the wings of birds, floats and doth hide 37367|The soul's light, like a heart-fond lover's lips. 37367|Who, in life, has loved and thought not far, 37367|But found within life a love so deep 37367|That it can never pass away? 37367|"Life is the one great joy without which man 37367|Must linger for his soul," he said; 37367|"Wherewith he is ennobled, made sublime, 37367|And ======================================== SAMPLE 19890 ======================================== 1280|But what is so strong, and what is so bad? 1280|It comes to me in dreamland, it comes to me, 1280|And yet I cannot tell you how I know. 1280|I see the moon in the trees, and the moon is 1280|not; 1280|But I am tired, I want to go to sleep. 1280|I cannot dream, my brain is tired of thinking. 1280|You could come, and the moon would not disturb me. 1280|But to-night what will bring me back to me? 1280|Well, a man of six hundred pounds 1280|Makes seven hundred dollars a year! 1280|How can he work when he is bed-ridden? 1280|Do you not see? 1280|Then I shall sleep on the old table and see 1280|Your hands, and your eyes, and kiss them, dear. 1280|Ah, I wonder how they know how good I am 1280|And how they love me. 1280|The wind is a song: 1280|The world seems to be a thing of music, 1280|And every little, quaint, quaint thing: 1280|I was a child, 1280|And now I am a man for ever. 1280|In another song is written this verse: 1280|"All this world, all, all, all, 1280|All this world, all, all, all, 1280|All this world, all, all, all." 1280|I am not a child, I am not a man, 1280|Nor have I seen the moon, nor am I rich, 1280|Nor is the world a music or a charm; 1280|Yet I think at midnight when the old moon 1280|Tears the night like roses, she shall come, 1280|And she shall kiss me. 1280|And I shall know 1280|She knows me, and I love her, and we 1280|Will love for evermore. 1280|The night is dark, darkness, night. 1280|At midnight, to-morrow 1280|I want to dream: 1280|"I am tired of this world, I want to leave it!" 1280|I have grown weary of my friends and the world, 1280|And I want to be alone, alone, 1280|And want to be alone. 1280|The old men talk of the noble and sublime, 1280|The soldiers: "Our God is great-hearted, 1280|And he takes his toll of all this dust: 1280|A hundred, a thousand, who die, I saw not; 1280|We are only slaves. 1280|And I have seen them lying near the sea, 1280|And never a word: 1280|"We are only slaves. 1280|But in our service he has made me bold 1280|To make the world my home, 1280|And I am going away, and I want to stay. 1280|"I think that God is kind to us and wise, 1280|And loves us, and gives us the liberty 1280|To make and to resign, and to be masters. 1280|So, for me, I go where I am wanted; 1280|My children are strangers to my exile, 1280|And where I am wanted, their mother." 1280|This is the story I tell to myself 1280|As I lie in my lonely, damp room; 1280|As I sit on the narrow, rotten stairs 1280|To keep the sunlight out. 1280|And I write it like a poem over and over: 1280|"I am weary of this world, I will depart, 1280|And I shall see the moon no more 1280|In the blue and silent sky. 1280|God, help me to find my home again; 1280|God, help me to see once more my children's faces, 1280|And know I am not alone." 1280|I see them in the wood, I hear them in the wood and down the street. 1280|I look at my empty room through the open window at the sink. 1280|And down in the cellar, beneath the door, 1280|Where the wine-dark water runs. 1280|The old men and the soldiers stand around the table, 1280|Looking very grave. 1280|The soldiers hold up the ======================================== SAMPLE 19900 ======================================== May the sun of a golden future shine 1924|Like a summer day on my heart, and may I 1924|Explore the world and not seek for aught but thee. 1924|When thou art as thou art, there shall be power therein 1924|To change or set about the seasons of earth, 1924|Or grow the trees, flowers, fruits, and herbs. 1924|O thou that art more than my Father in heaven! 1924|Let it be as I tell thee, though it be not 1924|Forbidden, for thy need is great. 1924|Let no man seek with his mind to get beyond 1924|Thy perfect, the brightness of thy glory. 1924|What art thou? 1924|Wilt thou be a star 1924|Floating among the stars: 1924|Or a bird and fly 1924|Down to Earth and sing, 1924|Singing a love-song of the sun? 1924|I will let go of Earth. 1924|I will let go of earth. 1924|What shall I do there? 1924|Make new life in the face of death. 1924|I am born again! 1924|Love is dead 1924|And is dead! 1924|And the night is full of stars, 1924|And the stars shine over the deeps, 1924|And the night is full of lights. 1924|O Thou that art far apart, 1924|What shall I do there? 1924|Make new life, O Soul! 1924|And I will make new prayer 1924|For the darkness, the silence, the skies, 1924|And the quiet moon. 1924|O Thou that hast a mighty sin, 1924|Shall I go there? 1924|I will let go of earth, 1924|And I will let go of earth. 1924|O thou without a sin, 1924|When death shall come, 1924|Shall I go there and not come back to hear 1924|The song in my heart, 1924|Or will I come back and kiss her feet and go 1924|And go my ways with the blind in this world of night? 1924|I shall see the shadows, 1924|I shall hear the silence, 1924|And I shall be as the sea in the sun, 1924|And not like a soul of the morning; 1924|And I shall see the stars to-day, 1924|And not like a soul of the night. 1924|My spirit shall be pure, 1924|And a man shall be my wife, though I die 1924|Ere I reach the end. 1924|My spirit shall be pure, 1924|And a man shall be my wife, although there be 1924|No hope, nor a word of pain or pleasure 1924|In my life but the pain of the sense of sorrow. 1924|I shall see the sunshine, I shall drink the tears, 1924|I shall rejoice and be glad. 1924|I shall see the sunshine, 1924|And the tears of the drunkard, 1924|But I shall not be content. 1924|But I shall not be glad nor welcome 1924|The word my Father makes me say. 1924|I will be glad, but O how dear, 1924|So many a man has made me, 1924|And then he will be none the worse. 1924|The earth is full of a sense of beauty 1924|That none may understand, 1924|As thou wast wont to be wont to tell me. 1924|I shall think that he is fair as a star, 1924|And that my heart is to be 1924|The bride that his lips are set to kiss. 1924|O, I shall think that he is fair, 1924|And fair though I see him not; 1924|For he knows that I love him as my God, 1924|And that my heart is to be 1924|The bride that his lips are set to kiss. 1924|But I will kiss the lips of my lover, 1924|And I will leave my heart in sleep, 1924|For he knows that I love him as his God, 1924|And that my heart is to be 1924|The bride that his lips are set to kiss. 1924|Love never has an end; 1924|And ======================================== SAMPLE 19910 ======================================== 1304|But the joys that are in us, 1304|When we think our mortal eye is bound 1304|To the rest in Elysian shades, 1304|Where all things that are are pure. 1304|So it is not as in the days 1304|Of days before I sinned, 1304|Or in the long since passed away, 1304|Or in the time so short 1304|That I look for. O then how sweet 1304|To dream that I see and hear, 1304|To dream that I see them now, 1304|Though the sight be darkness, and the dream 1304|Of them like a funeral beau, 1304|While the shadows hide the glen; 1304|While the way is hid all drear and bare 1304|Bethought'ning in the dew-besprent air, 1304|This is a solace sweet for me, 1304|This is a sweet relief, 1304|From this day's wearied life that is 1304|All long employed in weeping. 1304|This is a long sweet, sad day 1304|All slumber-like to me, 1304|That all day long like water flows 1304|Through the green-growing wood. 1304|In the long, long shadows of night 1304|My weary spirit lies; 1304|I do not hear the voice of day 1304|Nor the laugh of lambs at play. 1304|But the voice of sorrow in me 1304|That cries of tears, 1304|Of sorrowful, sad things to come, 1304|Is heard in the silence deep: 1304|And I think that tears are here, 1304|As they were in the days of old 1304|When the old age of God was rife 1304|Upon the earth. 1304|It was on this wise I thought, 'Lo, 1304|The night is come; 1304|And we were new created things, 1304|And strange things great; 1304|For no mortal eye 1304|Had ever seen the heaven that now 1304|Was broken by the lightning's glare. 1304|'And the dark cloud came 1304|With its weight and anguish on us, 1304|And the dark night 1304|Stole in 1304|And hid the light that the world needed. 1304|'And the sound of the waters 1304|Came on our ear; 1304|And the wind and the rain 1304|And the voice of the little sea, 1304|In the land of mist, 1304|Sounded terrible; 1304|For they said that we 1304|Might no more 1304|The path of men to follow. 1304|'But the sun's light 1304|Came on our side, 1304|Giving us gladness, 1304|And the air of a heavenly day; 1304|For the sun's mild heat 1304|Came on us straight 1304|More refreshing than the blast of the north: 1304|And the light's redness and haze 1304|And the darkness fell 1304|On the vision, the dream, and the heart: 1304|And that which began 1304|Was but a little flame 1304|That was kindled by the flame. 1304|'And the little birds sang 1304|A song most holy, 1304|In the light of the moon, 1304|That the light was the soul of the song.' 1304|'I thank god,' quoth she. 'I thank god, 1304|For the blessing 1304|Of my life, that is most free from stain.' 1304|And I raised mine eye, 1304|'Now, who wilt thou be?' 1304|And I looked in her face, 1304|And I saw her soul in her face. 1304|Then I smiled, and said: 1304|'Thou art that unknown maiden 1304|For whose sake 1304|The darkness of death came upon 1304|My life and love. 1304|'And I thank heaven, that from henceforth 1304|Thou would'st remove the stain 1304|Of this dark yoke, which now doth pin 1304|My resolutions down.' 1304|'Thy power, O master, 1304|Is in ======================================== SAMPLE 19920 ======================================== 1166|Beside my love to drink wine and talk 1166|In our old mill, 1166|Until some morning we came unto 1166|The sea and the sea-gulls fluttering 1166|And their little broideries of blue, 1166|And the sun going down. 1166|So I put out my hands and spoke -- 1166|"God grant, O God!" 1166|And there came a hand, soft as a kiss, 1166|Dropping down upon my shoulder, 1166|And she clung me back to the silent rest, 1166|And sang me all the songs of the south; 1166|And I was still and she was whole. 1166|Out of the darkness there came to me 1166|The beauty of a God's great love, 1166|As I saw it, and I saw it only then 1166|My lady smile. 1166|The mist of night came down upon us then, 1166|Like the cold light of an angel sent 1166|Over us as a punishment 1166|For the folly of men. 1166|But we remembered yet how well it beats 1166|All human fancies when they reach 1166|The light of love, and we were still! 1166|I am the water to your river's song; 1166|O lord of hills, the water I; 1166|A friend of many thousand, many years, 1166|And all his thousand loves. 1166|Through me the sea-wind murmurs like a voice 1166|Of fire and frost and fire; 1166|The golden hills flame like gold with men; 1166|The red earth sings with love. 1166|The land is white beneath my feet, 1166|The sky is blue above; 1166|We hold the water, you and I; 1166|O lord of hills, the water we. 1166|A thousand thousand times we have drunk, 1166|A thousand thousand times we have seen, 1166|O lord of hills, the water we. 1166|O lord of hills, the water we, 1166|We drink and sleep and love, 1166|And you, and I, and you, and I 1166|I kiss your hair and eyes; 1166|I kiss your cheek, your lips together, 1166|And kisses twain; 1166|I kiss your eyes, your hair untied, 1166|And draw them back no more. 1166|I kiss you with a kiss, 1166|And lay your hands in mine. 1166|O lord of hills, the water we, 1166|We drink and sleep and love, 1166|And you, and you, and I, and you, 1166|I kiss your kisses out, 1166|And lift my head, and know 1166|You kiss me yet, and know 1166|I kiss your hair in the sky 1166|On the day of my birth. 1166|You kissed me once; 1166|How long? 1166|Three hours. 1166|You kissed the time, 1166|How long? 1166|Two hours! 1166|Three hours! 1166|Now I kiss your ears and eyes 1166|I kiss them soft and long; 1166|I kiss them sweet so long; 1166|I kiss them down so fast. 1166|I kiss your curls in the wind, 1166|I kiss them softly brown; 1166|I kiss your headband white; 1166|I kiss the back of your neck 1166|I kiss the clasp of your hand; 1166|And kissing you, I close my eyes 1166|Like a child to sleep. . . . And soon 1166|My mistress shall untie my hair, 1166|And let me sleep. . . . 1166|The house is dark with the shadows of the trees, 1166|The house with the flowers and the light, 1166|The field with the grass and the berries, 1166|The house with the cows. 1166|I climb up the house steps, 1166|I climb up, I climb up; 1166|The house with the flowers and the berry, 1166|The house with the cow. 1166|I play, I play, I play, 1166|When the house is in flower, 1166|I have time to ======================================== SAMPLE 19930 ======================================== 2732|The young one was now a very young one, 2732|And that young one got on very well-- 2732|On very well, I say, indeed! 2732|She didn't like him, and her mother swore, 2732|That he had never been good and holy; 2732|And, of course it must have been a lie! 2732|But the mother that loved her son then 2732|Was obliged, it seems, to tell the lie, 2732|And the youth's heart was now at rest. 2732|But the mother that loved her son then 2732|Was not so easy to persuade 2732|To take a new one instead of the old one, 2732|And the youth's heart was at rest. 2732|There was a young gentleman; 2732|A young lady of great wealth, too, 2732|You'll call her Miss Biddy Murray; 2732|And Biddy was the daughter of a very clever man, 2732|Who used to whisper that a young lady was the flower 2732|Of his young and fancy-loving family. 2732|But the father took her in, 2732|To teach her how to be the rose in the Spring; 2732|Then to put in her lily-white veil, 2732|And go with her in her veil, 2732|And make her a long scarf that she wore over her heart, 2732|And she would be the queen in the Spring. 2732|So Biddy grew as fair, 2732|And wore a long scarf in the Spring; 2732|But never had so great a passion for her youth, 2732|As she would never get married. 2732|She would sit in her home, 2732|And not feel like a rose, 2732|And never wear a girdle that made the maid feel gay; 2732|A green scarf or a green girdle 2732|Would never make her gay. 2732|'Twas this that brought her down 2732|From being the rose's flower, 2732|To being the queen of the world. 2732|She was given a wig 2732|And a little bit of blue, 2732|And it made her stand in her bright curls so white, 2732|And a light wave over her gown would float like foam, 2732|A white wave or a white gown-- 2732|'Twas this that brought her down 2732|From being the rose's flower, 2732|To being the queen of the world. 2732|There's a fine old man, 2732|His name is John Tuck; 2732|In the State of Delaware, 2732|How can it be? 2732|How can you put it in words, 2732|Or come to sight, 2732|Or come to use-- 2732|'Tis not for thee to say, 2732|How can it be? 2732|'Tis not for thee to ask. 2732|He came to the door 2732|To get a pint of wine 2732|In a glass case, 2732|In a glass case; 2732|But the housemaid, Nell Ager, 2732|Saw this young man come 2732|'Cross the way; 2732|She threw a dress 2732|Out of the window; 2732|And she called out, "Is it he?" 2732|"Oh, yes, it is he; 2732|'Tis he," he said; 2732|Then he smiled, 2732|Then he kissed her 2732|And he said, "May I stay?" 2732|It's the same with Ma-- 2732|She's got the worst of all; 2732|When John's at home, he's home-bound 2732|Away!-- 2732|But, oh, 2732|It's the same with Ma! 2732|When John's at home, he's home bound; 2732|Away!-- 2732|But, oh, 2732|It's the same with Ma! 2732|John's mad as a hatter, 2732|Ma's sweet as a dove; 2732|They're a match made-- 2732|Like two peas in a pint, 2732|Both with different marks; 2732|And they never quarrel, 2732|And they never argue 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 19940 ======================================== 1852|'Twere sad to say that this new spirit is the last to perish; 1852|And that some new soul, as it flies, and is driven 1852|By a strong impulse from the past to some far future land. 1852|We shall soon see the coming of a new generation! 1852|Some new soul that has not passed from earth to heaven; 1852|Some new spirit, that will have in its bosom not only hope, 1852|But purpose. Oh, I say to the young, to the aged, 1852|Never believe a vain dream that you hear in the air! 1852|They have seen it, and known it, and are watching with fear. 1852|"And so 'twere a sin in the soul to cling to earth? 1852|Is there one so innocent as it seems to me now-- 1852|One so tender, so kind, just, and so sincere, 1852|In all this world's grief and its joy, who, having eyes 1852|Full of love, can look beyond it, with thought for the poor? 1852|"Some day, in the light of earth or its dark in the gloom, 1852|Something good will be born which will make for men's shame 1852|And the earth a less ground for the pride of its pride, 1852|And the poor and the rich, who, on earth, are in heaven; 1852|"And one soul whose name, with a smile, will open wide, 1852|And one soul, with a tear, will open with a tear: 1852|The day the white wings of heaven shall unclose, 1852|And earth shall be earth again; and the love of the poor 1852|Shall be made strong and the love of mankind clear, 1852|And the voice of the poor and the rich heard no more." 1852|So in one brief moment she spoke. 1852|But she knew not who she spoke to nor why. 1852|A man's love is a great thing, 1852|But the woman, a smaller thing. 1852|She is all I've a right to be. 1852|That is certain. But I, you see, 1852|Am very far beyond you, I guess. 1852|If I can never be what you'd be, 1852|Why, so much more would I not be. 1852|And thus, then, I confess, I am." 1852|"Your right, Mary." 1852|"You are right. No right at all, perhaps. 1852|"There is a right and a wrong in it all; 1852|It is not a word we use, or a deed, 1852|But it shapes the soul, and it sets the heart acold. 1852|Your right rests with yourself; your wrong with the world. 1852|In the choice you make, let that be the right you have. 1852|"If you can, then, do as I do,--you can, 1852|I am sure of it too. I will accept it." 1852|"If you would accept it, then" (Mary exclaimed, 1852|And paused a moment, as if she could speak) 1852|"I should wish you, as I hope you can do. 1852|In all your life, it will make a difference 1852|If you stand by me, as I stand by you now." 1852|"And you may hope so, Mary. You may trust me 1852|Now, as you are." 1852|"You are right, then, indeed. I do indeed. 1852|"That much was a truth of the past; yet I own 1852|In your soul, that which you call the world 1852|Would have made a new question indeed, and new, 1852|If I only had spoken it in my turn. 1852|"Yes; but then, you know, that all men should meet 1852|In a kind of a circle, all, you and I, 1852|In a kind of a circle, and all were reconciled, 1852|And the heart of man still was not at strife; 1852|And so you would also, and we both were reconciled 1852|If we spoke to each other word for word as we now." 1852|"You are right, yes--if so. I should not forget 1852|In the time that still remains so long ======================================== SAMPLE 19950 ======================================== 8187|That's no great thing, since we've not yet heard 8187|Our hero's fame! 8187|"What is this, my friend?" he cried, his eye 8187|Hovering round the room that bore him now-- 8187|The room, that, from its depths, the sound conveyed, 8187|By light, like sunshine, all around 8187|Shot through and through the shadowy depth that lay 8187|Like a dark cave, 8187|Through which his ear he bent,--for he feared 8187|From thence to burst, and then he feared the light 8187|Would betray him. 8187|Just then, behold, a gentle maid 8187|Risen from the garden's shady cell, 8187|Whose eyes, with so much sweetness fraught, 8187|Was but for beauty blest, 8187|Gazed at the young prince in his couch,-- 8187|At him, so fresh and frugal, 8187|As if some trifle, lying by, 8187|That he had not yet heard of, there 8187|Might change his plight! 8187|For thus with eyes of pitying cheer 8187|She spake unto his guest, and told, 8187|That in a distant part of France 8187|Lay a great monastery, where 8187|A son of Mary, named Lambert, 8187|To the deep mind of that place was 8187|A young pilgrim-- 8187|A young youthful pilgrim who wore 8187|A face of grace beneath that veil, 8187|As if some mark of earthly care 8187|Within it there had hung.-- 8187|Lambert's youth so bright was, that soon 8187|His rosary, with holy rites, 8187|Was added to in that place, 8187|To guard him from the sight, at sight 8187|Of all the glories of the light 8187|That came to her who was so fair, 8187|As she stood by him: 8187|And she with joy of such a ghastly glow, 8187|On that cheek, and o'er that brow, 8187|Shone like the morning sky 8187|When the first beams of the new-born sun 8187|Are to the earth exuding light, 8187|And the bright sunbeam 8187|To our troubled and weary vision 8187|Hides below. 8187|But, dear Lambert, if thy soul is caught 8187|In those kind arms--thou by whose side 8187|Thou, at that holy time, that isles-- 8187|That land of flowers, where the angel-throne 8187|Of Mary's beauty once spread round 8187|Its pure and rosy nest, 8187|Was a lovely child, 8187|And the mother who gave it thee 8187|Was Mary's mother, who, when thou 8187|Caught'st the look of her mild eyes 8187|With the holy air thou seest 8187|When thou art a little soul 8187|In the breast of the mother,-- 8187|Seest thyself in her eyes? 8187|Thou art young, 8187|Thou art young, 8187|Thou hast not a doubt about thee, Lambert: 8187|And there is one who loves thee! 8187|'Twas this most wise Dame, her eyes thus glowing, 8187|And "What have you here!" she cried, 8187|"Gentle soul, I've no wish to see thee; 8187|I love young Lambert--'twas in his case, 8187|(As I've heard them tell, in fact) 8187|That young Lambert--the sweet Lambert, 8187|That young lad so full of prayer!-- 8187|But he's come to the monastery, as I've heard them saying, 8187|And many women there be 8187|Who love and are loved by little girls full of happiness; 8187|And some of these, myself I know, 8187|Have much cause to mourn 8187|That such a lovely lad as Lambert is come to this place. 8187|He's come to the monastery, the wise Dame her eye held so much, 8187|And ever she gazed and gazed on him, 8187|And wished he might go to her, 8187|And there would be much joy ======================================== SAMPLE 19960 ======================================== May I say unto you of the same, 1141|I can say it, and it is true: 1141|I shall die in your arms, my dearie, and your hands 1141|shall cover me as the wild swan, 1141|as the white lily, for I love you so. 1141|I must have you, my dear, in my arms forever, 1141|for the love that I bear you is for you. 1141|You shall know what it is to love, 1141|when all your years 1141|Have passed with him 1141|And passed since that 1141|Sudden they met 1141|Within the hall, 1141|As they passed in the fen; 1141|And she raised her head, 1141|And smiled and looked down, 1141|"He is so near, 1141|He is gone, 1141|So very near, 1141|So very near," she said, 1141|And she took up her 1141|A small white wand, 1141|And went within, and stood 1141|Upon a hill, 1141|And loosed a bird 1141|That sat amid the trees. 1141|It sat upon the tree, 1141|It sang, it played, 1141|And its white wings it shook 1141|And its bright coat 1141|Seemed the coat under his coat-coat 1141|Of brown and scarlet. 1141|The little bird did stand, 1141|While yet my lady had she gone, 1141|And when they heard her never a word 1141|Of the other maid, 1141|Solemn or childless. 1141|They could not understand, 1141|Nor for an instant 1141|Hold their peace without fear. 1141|And soon though I lay in my shroud, 1141|I saw my eyes 1141|Flash like a lake, 1141|Were like a city seen in a dream, 1141|And a wind did blow, 1141|And the great sea 1141|Came and swept them through. 1141|And no man could speak. 1141|He could but whisper low, 1141|Till he heard the death-knell peal. 1141|There is no pain, 1141|Nor sorrow, nor woe, 1141|It is our fate, 1141|It is our fate, 1141|We are dead, 1141|We are dead, 1141|We are dead, 1141|When men are old. 1141|But the youth of the earth, 1141|And the youth of the sea, 1141|And the youth of the sky, 1141|Are one blood. 1141|Through the windows of my house 1141|I look out on the night, 1141|That is passing by, 1141|On the waters of the tide, 1141|That is passing by. 1141|The sails of the ships are hanging low, 1141|Where the stars of my house 1141|In their courses wander to and fro, 1141|On the waters of my house. 1141|The sea-birds fly to their homes, 1141|O my house, in the night; 1141|My love sits by my bed, 1141|And sleeps when the stars are by. 1141|My heart is a green tree, 1141|But my eyes are blind, 1141|And my heart is a hollow 1141|But my eyes are dry. 1141|O! I was young once, I was gay, 1141|And the birds sang to me 1141|As I walked the green garden walk; 1141|But now that the withered leaves are red, 1141|I walk in damp clothes, 1141|My heart is a hollow 1141|And my eyes are dry. 1141|I know a tree 1141|With a thorny crown 1141|And a thorn beneath, 1141|And no fruit to eat. 1141|I know a tree 1141|With a flower on it 1141|And a bee therein. 1141|But the flower is taken, 1141|And the bee is flown, 1141|And the thorny crown 1141|And the thorny mouth 1141|I know a tree 1141|With a flower upon it ======================================== SAMPLE 19970 ======================================== 1054|Gif ye wille come anither." 1054|Then out spake Sir James Barkely, 1054|The King himself he sayd: 1054|"I maun gae by the tail, Sir James, 1054|Wharever that the yeer has run, 1054|I may tell you the tale aright: 1054|And wharever that ye be afore, 1054|The day will go agayne." 1054|When she come out to him that foughten 1054|Sir James to him again: 1054|"I wish that you would gi' me leave 1054|That ye may come and sup with me; 1054|For I am fain that ye wole wryte 1054|What ye wish us trewly to se." 1054|An old man stood by the door, 1054|But never wist he why; 1054|An he was mad, an an old man was brent, 1054|Was never man so brither. 1054|He sat on his chair, wi' gowden hair, 1054|And he took her young fingers, 1054|"Noo, sweet, let the door clatter, 1054|Let the door come full upon yon wall, 1054|And the clatter o' the mill!" 1054|But she pranked the latch, an she wrath't for the door, 1054|And she hecht the mill for her; 1054|Nor the clatter o' the mill was her only mirth, 1054|But it was her chief; 1054|She set up an ane an auld man's eyes wi' laughter, 1054|And he ca'd her Anne. 1054|He hecht her eyes so red "Come, let me in" he cried, 1054|Aye she hecht her eyes no more: 1054|"O I care na for your eyes'-raising, or stil ye be, 1054|I am mad for ye know it!" 1054|"What are ye kaiming?" said this young man; 1054|"For your hands to smyte for the sake o' a wife; 1054|Nae, sir, I'm ae servant o our Castle-House; 1054|But the name o' the abbot I know; 1054|And nane will be sae stoute o' mine, 1054|As ye will wi' the yairdee-walker." 1054|"Ye lo'ed a wife, sir, a bonny wife ye lo'ed o' days, 1054|But you lo'ed another when your days were five; 1054|And I lo'ed no wife then, but I've looked on many; 1054|And whan this wan the auld abbot appeared, 1054|I gied a high seven-gill wind for my nurse, 1054|And my auld wife's on the sea. 1054|There came a light and a wee house stood by me, 1054|And my heart was at ease; 1054|But there came but a wee thing o the door, 1054|And the light gaed wondrous well." 1054|"O, the hand o' a woman, man, or a lord!" 1054|Said the abbot to that man; 1054|"But the hand o' a poor man 's ane that ever I sought; 1054|But the hand o' a poor man's out o' reach, sir." 1054|"Then ye're a slave in the yairdee-walkerie, 1054|And it's gude in a woman ye lo'e; 1054|And her hand 's the clasp o' my heart, sir, 1054|For a golden chain at luve!" 1054|"Noo, sir, for the corn I maun gang, 1054|And I canna gang mysel'." 1054|"But I'll join the rest, for it's a lang day; 1054|But I will not leave the door ajar; 1054|I'll walk-in wi' my hand grasped out hoar, 1054|At the yairdee-walkerie." 1054|"O but ye have a wife, sir, and maister, 1054|The best maister that e'er did dine; 1054|You'll not gang in to dinner wi' them ======================================== SAMPLE 19980 ======================================== 5186|Held in the secret places 5186|In the upper regions 5186|Hidden in the clouds and rain-clouds; 5186|Now beneath the cloud-rock 5186|Brought by wintry winds and winds. 5186|In the forest lived a child, 5186|This the happy hostess' daughter: 5186|Came to live in goodly Northland 5186|With her mother old and husband. 5186|Brave son of aehentar-father, 5186|Of a high-souled, lifelong suitor, 5186|In the North-west nimble hero, 5186|With the lightning in his eye, 5186|With the heart of fire for justice, 5186|With the fiercest heart in earth-dwellers. 5186|Lemminkainen's wife prepares him 5186|Raiment of the richest fabric; 5186|Raiment richly, rich in linen, 5186|Comfort and pleasure high befitting, 5186|In a boat of magic elements, 5186|With the nimble Lemminkainen. 5186|First she fetches of the water, 5186|Fish-poles of the lake and river, 5186|Finnerly mistake for billows, 5186|Barking down in unfallen waters, 5186|To the ocean's utter darkness, 5186|To the wide expanse of ocean. 5186|Long she sought the long-shaped boat-ribs, 5186|Held the lake-tackle to prevent it, 5186|With her other hands now tied it, 5186|Tied the pendants round her ankles. 5186|Never in her life had she 5186|Hungered fish in the river stream-banks, 5186|Ever asked for food in lake-trout-meadows. 5186|To the boat her hands she ties her, 5186|Lays her down in the long row-bands, 5186|Then to water turns her shoulders, 5186|Thus she dives into the waters, 5186|Deep into the crystal waters, 5186|Dives amid the silver water-lilies, 5186|Dives and lives in endless summer. 5186|Thus the wife of Kaukomieli, 5186|Thus the hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Brought herself to wealth and honor, 5186|Gold and silver in the Northland. 5186|Full of envy rise the storm-winds, 5186|Smooth flows the river through its channels, 5186|To the sea rolls smoothly its course security, 5186|Safe through straits and openings middleitudinally, 5186|Rises to meet the sun in equal measure. 5186|Thus the Northland hosts rejoice over 5186|Venture to Lapland their envying, 5186|Gather wealth in Pohyola's harbor, 5186|Treasure to spend without limit. 5186|Thus the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Spake to young Joukahainen, 5186|When he from his head brought sundry hair-rings, 5186|Spake these measures to the hero-child: 5186|"Lo, I see the head of Pohya 5186|Hair-ties are of many colors, 5186|Have been bought with brazier-costumes 5186|Long since at fair Ichkymandias' shows; 5186|Shines the head of Sima-de-oydes, 5186|Hair-tie of the ink-creator, 5186|Sima-hobby-liknese, 5186|And the nose of Pimentola, 5186|Here and there an other nose-et, 5186|Here a bird-tail streaming from it, 5186|Here a hair-lace in the middle, 5186|Here a fish-net of the waters, 5186|On the head is painted many colors; 5186|Here and there the eyes are seen. 5186|This the ink-maker, Ilmarinen, 5186|Hair-cutter of the village, 5186|Handsome hero of the Islands! 5186|In this boat thy magic Bo-Wahl, 5186|Wainamoinen, cut the cutoff, 5186|Drive away thy tormentors, 5186|Drive away thy magic victims!" ======================================== SAMPLE 19990 ======================================== 14757|The water breaks, the water bubbles in the mist; 14757|It seems to me I am there now! 14757|What was the light that came out of your eyes so clear? 14757|Did it break on the deck, or the water clear? 14757|I have been standing below in the sun all the day, 14757|But you never look up from your hiding place 14757|When you're washing clothes. Only I know that you 14757|Look up when others do. Sometimes you would lift 14757|Your eyes to the sky, often look down and see 14757|The dirty things on the land. I know that you 14757|Look at the things on the ground. 14757|I am the sea. 14757|I am the wind. 14757|I am the sky. 14757|I am the wind and the sea. 14757|Do you want to know more? 14757|Well then! I'll tell you all. That day was hot, 14757|And I was washing clothes. I was the sea's fool, 14757|Heaving and strong and blue; it took the wind to carry 14757|My body up the sea. I was the wind's fool, 14757|Stowing my strength and strength in the sea's strength to-day. 14757|We never sleep together. Every night we dream 14757|Of sleep in the hidden caves below the beach, 14757|Night in the caves beneath the cliff, when the moon 14757|Is shining and cool under the sea. We'll take 14757|Another trip in the wind's fool and never wake. 14757|There's a windmill that will tell 14757|You all there is to know 14757|About the windmill that lies 14757|Just under your head. First make 14757|That iron go away-- 14757|Turn left, turn right, wind up, wind out, 14757|There's plenty of oil, you see; 14757|And that's why the windmill there 14757|Is making noises like a rat. 14757|There was a time when every man got a wife, 14757|And when the war was over everybody else died, 14757|I found myself a widowed old man with three sons. 14757|They brought me cider. They took me out to dinner, 14757|After the cider had been brought upon a train, 14757|And there I learned the best way to eat a meal, 14757|And that it was to eat no more than three at a time, 14757|And of the three or four that were alive, 14757|Only to eat the three or four that were dead. 14757|I thought of them as living, young, and full of life, 14757|As we come home from service in the evening service 14757|We hear them whizzing past our heads in a ringing flight. 14757|And I sat there and wept and wished I were dead. 14757|And there they are, in a heap upon my dresser. 14757|They were three of my sons, the eldest lives, 14757|And the youngest is James, who was healthy and strong. 14757|He was shot in the leg, and as he lay in the street 14757|His auntie Susan had an instant mind enough, 14757|To raise him to a man's body. 14757|She had a way of raising a man's body. 14757|You cannot give life to a lifeless thing. 14757|I think that my youngest son, Tom, is stronger 14757|Than his eldest son, just as I was before. 14757|He is just as young, but I am very old. 14757|My legs are all gone, and they make a little noise, 14757|But I sit still and try to walk as before, 14757|My head is in my hand, and I can see and hear 14757|The things that are right within my own reach. 14757|In my mind is a great city, with towers and trees 14757|And boats, and people bathing, and leaping, and playing. 14757|The great cities of the world are in the sun, 14757|But the things that are not in the sun are in me. 14757|It is when I am tired of the city life 14757|That I find the people's city, that soft touch 14757|Of the soft air upon me, that smooth singing of ships, 14757 ======================================== SAMPLE 20000 ======================================== 1304|But let us kiss that Angel's brow, 1304|We shall behold his wings, I trow, 1304|In all their splendour, 1304|And we, at last, 1304|(The Angel) 1304|In all their glory. 1304|(The Lover) 1304|But if in my desire 1304|For thee thou be contented; 1304|If all thy want is satisfied, 1304|My thoughts remain unchanged and free 1304|(The Angel) 1304|Unto whom thy heart inclines. 1304|(The Lover) 1304|Now I desire thee, Love, no more; 1304|But follow me with thy wing. 1304|To thee, through all these azure plains, 1304|Where thou art welcome, I'll go down 1304|And kiss my Love's pale, lighted kiss. 1304|Thy sweet, black lips, O kiss them once, 1304|Once, once,--but not again, not ever! 1304|For I, who see thee now, to thee 1304|Can show no other light, no other star 1304|Than thine, O Moon! Thine, O Love! for whom 1304|The pale, black stars and moon could ne'er agree, 1304|I, for thy sake, will lead this lonely soul, 1304|And show thee how to see, how know her mind. 1304|Thou'rt mine--I have and loved thee for this-- 1304|I am content. No more, I claim it now; 1304|For I, as for the lover in the woods, 1304|Have not one thought of other but thee. 1304|No, no! All other days are thine; 1304|I only claim it for myself and thee. 1304|Now is it well? Let time and fate 1304|Thy life and love have thither led: 1304|We two are one--the one I live for thee. 1304|But there's that loneliness which is sad! 1304|My heart is full--thou wilt not leave me more? 1304|Ah! it is this alone I wish unto thee-- 1304|To be alone with thee, and only thy, 1304|And only as lone as now with thee. 1304|And only for me--as though I were dead, 1304|Unborn, and for ever as I lie; 1304|And only for me the voice sublime, 1304|Of the great God above me, from whom all life begins. 1304|I was no part of all this noise, 1304|Earth seemed, in all these tumultions rife, 1304|I am content. 1304|My heart is high, my hope abides 1304|On the pure mountain-rose I love; 1304|There would I rest from weariness 1304|On its pure sweet leaf, and gaze 1304|Deep down into the crystal deep 1304|Only to look afar 1304|On the sun-wonder of eternity. 1304|I am content. 1304|I live in a sweet solitude 1304|Which shall never dim the star-lit sky; 1304|I hear the white larkspurs in the glen, 1304|They are my life, they are my love. 1304|And never so pure the eye of love 1304|As in my heart, there never is need 1304|To watch with me the night's ceaseless flight 1304|Across those stars of ever-ransolving light. 1304|I am content. 1304|The night, my lord, is ever young 1304|And young love is ever free, 1304|And my heart hath given itself 1304|Unto the heart of youth, and made 1304|Shelter, and fruitfulness of being; 1304|Now to my love alone I say, 1304|O tell me how am I to love thee. 1304|It is but when the clouds of my distress 1304|The night are parted, and the stars themselves 1304|Shine forth to greet the sun that seeks his way 1304|Up to the throne of bliss, then comes a thought 1304|Of thee--a tender look from eyes and brow, 1304|Like the faint sunshine of a mother's glance 1304|On a child's, when first he sits in ======================================== SAMPLE 20010 ======================================== 10671|And, while in thought she dares the sight, 10671|Hears the sound, but does not heed,-- 10671|Thus the sweet, but doubtful question comes,-- 10671|Does my Love her soul conceal? 10671|If you love me, say so; 10671|Then the whole of me lies light, 10671|Nor I doubt my heart's desire. 10671|If you love me, say so; 10671|Then the whole of me lies light, 10671|Nor I doubt my heart's desire. 10671|This I tell you, gentle maid; 10671|Though my Love should climb the sky, 10671|Though he rise with golden hair, 10671|But, ere he soared, I'll close my eyes. 10671|_I_ weep for Love on high, 10671|'Tis a sad, and not a joyous day.-- 10671|_I_ weep for Love on ground,-- 10671|It is I, not he; the man whom _he_ hath wrong'd! 10671|_I_ weep for Love on ground, 10671|'Tis a sad, and not a joyous day. 10671|From the shade of her sad eye, 10671|From the light of her golden hair, 10671|I shall weep in silent grief. 10671|And when I shall weep alone, 10671|A tender maiden to beguile, 10671|Ah! when I can charm from sorrow's shade 10671|Some smile of Love's warm blush to light. 10671|Thou sweet, soft-toned evening bell, 10671|Which so well my love hath heard, 10671|Thou shouldst ring from yon wooded hill. 10671|The morning shall be mine again.-- 10671|But, though _he_ this morning did behold 10671|This blue morn's earliest ray-- 10671|Though he was once again with me, 10671|His ear to mine was mute; 10671|Though with the sweetest lullaby 10671|He did at midnight rove, 10671|Yet he would but for once, and then 10671|I would be mine again, he said. 10671|Let all thy sweets be mine, 10671|And if I e'er had thought to speak, 10671|My tongue I wou'd withhold 10671|'Till thou wert ringing in their ear. 10671|Let all thy sweets be mine!-- 10671|I knew thou wert the sweetest bell, 10671|And all thy music must be mine; 10671|Yet do I love thee though thou mute be, 10671|And still in all thy tones repine? 10671|And yet, O Bell, what music lives 10671|So well with me!--so well my heart 10671|Hath stored its treasures with thine air, 10671|And thine thy heart's desire!-- 10671|Now, gentle maid, with pity turn, 10671|With kindly words my grief and care, 10671|And let me hear thee in these groves 10671|With thy soft tones once more consoled! 10671|And oh would I thy sweet tones might hear, 10671|Again, yet mine, once more could sing, 10671|With thy softest tones, sweetbells sweet 10671|And sweet meadow-bells, again! 10671|When the golden fruit is on the bough, 10671|And I the tender buds unfold, 10671|And the bawd, with laughing eyes, declare 10671|My fairest flower the first she sees; 10671|When the fair white flower my heart doth warm, 10671|And every bud my fancy brings; 10671|In fancy-lands they stand and bloom 10671|Around some young, adoring maid. 10671|Thus far in that sweet haunt of love 10671|The maiden blest I see; 10671|There I'll meet the lovely maid 10671|And welcome in her presence. 10671|Fairest flower, in that bower of mine, 10671|Whose leaves with envy glow, 10671|The maid I love--in this green shy nest, 10671|I trust to see her smile: 10671|The sweetest smile that ever grace 10671|E'er lit the brow of woman; 10671|She shall a nurse of home be made, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 20020 ======================================== 29345|And, as he said those words so clear, 29345|She was so glad she could scarcely speak. 29345|But when I told her I saw that old gray dog 29345|With a bundle of rags upon his back, 29345|Swinging and tossing at his old old stick-fall 29345|With a rattle in his mouth. 29345|He would not have you think that he would die 29345|If I did not tell him to stop there and try again 29345|This spring. 29345|I tell you what, but tell me not to break the news, 29345|And to let him rest a little with his toys, 29345|And talk while we play, if his little heart grow small, 29345|Or if he's tired of playing. 29345|All right! Good! We'll see what I can do now 29345|When he is settled down and quiet asleep. 29345|But if he does at last die, in spite of me, 29345|And you can not bury him, I have to tell 29345|About the old dogs--the two old dogs that live in his room, 29345|Who bark like hell and bark like heaven, 29345|And keep him from sleeping. 29345|And while he does not mind about it 29345|And has no thought of leaving you, 29345|And you must keep an eye on him, 29345|And never let be, you know, 29345|To run to them like any other child, 29345|You should keep him waiting 29345|The second time around. 29345|And when he walks with me beside the gate 29345|I have to keep awake, 29345|And tell him "Come here, for you have gone away 29345|To play with any of our dogs. 29345|But if it would not harm you at all to have a 29345|Little friend you love and cherish, 29345|Be it not said 29345|That you would leave him waiting." 29345|I see you lying quite naked on the ground, 29345|A weary man, with sleepy eyes that rest 29345|On the small blue circle of heaven, 29345|And the little blue circles of heaven. 29345|You're so still and empty, that even the shadows 29345|Of sleeping things seem very near. 29345|There is a little blue circle of heaven 29345|Up where the stars shine, 29345|Away out in the lonely forest, 29345|Where the moon looks only with great green eyes 29345|Because her sleep is deep and slow. 29345|But there you lie,--and have slept so long that you're 29345|Seen through the trees and grass, 29345|Where in his house with iron on its doors 29345|It waits for one who goes. 29345|And yet, with all his love-letters written 29345|With loving words, 29345|Perhaps you have not long dreamed of the night 29345|When you were brought here, and his dear arms 29345|Clasped you in their embrace. 29345|You have no memories. You lie there so still 29345|You do not know 29345|The long, long hours that have passed since they 29345|Brought you here. 29345|The little blue circles disappear 29345|Out through the trees, 29345|And with no noise you hear the far, deep night 29345|Coming nearer. 29345|Still lies your baby on your breast, asleep, 29345|Hid by your arm, 29345|But as I turn the window, the moonlight is 29345|Won by the silence of the place. 29345|This is the dream that we told you before. 29345|This is God's hand that is holding you 29345|Down below earth's heart, 29345|Up and down the way that you were to rise. 29345|"Why?" said God. "It is because we are too young 29345|To understand." 29345|Now, God is quite wise, 29345|So he's coming up to-night, 29345|And he and your mother and the angels are 29345|Going to bring you up again. 29345|They'll take you when you're old and gray, 29345|But in this house in heaven 29345|They can't make you any gray. 29345|You will be too wise and small ======================================== SAMPLE 20030 ======================================== 5184|In the middle of the ocean, 5184|In an isle of molten silver, 5184|In a cavern, dark and darksome; 5184|Wanders through this meadow, singing, 5184|Hears the clang of waters breaking, 5184|Hears the hammer of the hammer, 5184|Hear the rattling of the chainsaws, 5184|Hears the rattling of the chainsaws, 5184|Hears the clang of iron bandsaws. 5184|In the middle of the ocean, 5184|Is a sea of angry serpents, 5184|Wolves are scratching at the iron, 5184|Bear-dogs bay from side to side, 5184|At the feet of the dead man, Bena, 5184|And from rock to rock the serpents, 5184|Angry are they, full of serpent-rage; 5184|From the rocks they snatch the serpents, 5184|Tear them limb from limb in bits of serpents; 5184|Hurl them back to Bena's father, 5184|Through the deeps of ocean lake-waves, 5184|Hurl the pieces through the raging waves, 5184|Hurl them all at Luoili's pier-head, 5184|From the calm, sunny, moonlit water, 5184|To the deep and shuddering waters, 5184|To the rocks and boiling waters, 5184|Till at length a son of Ether, 5184|Aiwus, the blue-mi. turtle, 5184|From the foam raises his crest, 5184|Looks with eyes of ceaseless staring, 5184|Looks with ceaseless shaking crest, 5184|At Bena, the mighty daughter, 5184|With his ghastly teeth projecting, 5184|At the daughter of the ocean, 5184|At the host of distant waters; 5184|Then he bites with all his claws, 5184|Bitten by the mouths of wild-pibroch, 5184|Rattled like a stone in water; 5184|Like a piece of broken chalice, 5184|Falls he senseless on the bottom 5184|Of the deep and shuddering waters. 5184|Swiftly flies the brother-podoka 5184|To his safe and sloping bottom; 5184|There a few days he regains him, 5184|Then the podoka flies him, 5184|Flying like the cuckoo-hawk, 5184|Like the cradled swallow's winglets, 5184|Flying like the beak of birds. 5184|On the third, hot and dreary, 5184|Cometh his rainy, snowless, 5184|Winter Solstice appearance, 5184|With an iron rain upon him 5184|Till he dies upon the surface 5184|Of the lake in gentle snow-flakes. 5184|Old and grey the lodge is growing, 5184|Its windows old and grey are, 5184|Its floor is hard and hard to trace, 5184|Its door-stone mouldering leaves one 5184|But a brief space o'erload with wondering, 5184|When the black cat begins her roaring. 5184|Straightway Louhi, dreaming ever, 5184|Tells her daughter of a wondrous case; 5184|Listens to tell her of the wondrous matter; 5184|Hastens to hear what will be rung 5184|By the black cat's wheezing anthems, 5184|Hastens to learn of Louhi's story. 5184|There were three giants, Wolf, Bear, and Wolf-son, 5184|On the field of battle, bear a-plight; 5184|But they could not find their elephant, 5184|Nor catch the great wolf homeward; 5184|On the plains of Pohya, many heroes 5184|Came to seek their help and succour; 5184|Only Louhi could their succour want. 5184|Tried they all their utmost to lend her, 5184|Tried to lend her aid and succour; 5184|Yet Tursas' might was in her failing, 5184|And Tep'stava's might was in her cheering. 5184|Saw her son, her hero, sunk in sorrow, 5184|He ======================================== SAMPLE 20040 ======================================== 2732|That's better than that, for a muck o' the fauld 2732|If a body's free wi' its owner. 2732|My luck was, I lived at my father's ease, 2732|But now, as I tell you, I'm ruein': 2732|My head I hae cleared, and my body is far, 2732|But my heart is in a sundry holes. 2732|O how may I travel from these two accounts 2732|To the ground wha bear the bill and the pith? 2732|O how may I travel sair 'twixt the mools, 2732|And the holes in my heart, and the holes in my head? 2732|Ye may gaze on me in a corner, and think: 2732|"Now, here's the good sort o' writer, another." 2732|Ye may gaze on me in a corner, and sigh: 2732|"Here's the true sort o' writer, another." 2732|My heart it runs over when I hear men say: 2732|"Good-humoured writer, another." 2732|O wad some power o' Heaven allow me to see 2732|A friend sae fain, another sowl! 2732|While fame and wealth sit safe in a black man's cap, 2732|And when the law comes for to rue him in, 2732|Some wan lad com, that knows safty tricks, 2732|Will see the light, and turn him safty gold. 2732|But there are boys, O there are boys, 2732|There are boys o' good affairs, 2732|That nane can turn sair grief to gold, 2732|And turn grief to good speeches. 2732|There were five o' the house dogs, 2732|They did bark and they did whine; 2732|They said there was never a storm 2732|Such a great day as this was. 2732|They said there was never a storm 2732|Till the house was so warm, 2732|And then they were silent and cowed, 2732|And they cried, and they wept. 2732|The winds have all changed their tune, 2732|The clouds have all parted way; 2732|They grieve for the house that has lost them, 2732|They weep because they have lo'ed them. 2732|Their grief is a little less, 2732|Their weeping is not much, 2732|Because they see that the house is cold, 2732|But their sorrows are greater. 2732|The winter and spring come fast asleep, 2732|'Tis sweet, 'tis sweet on a sunny day, 2732|But a winter or summer of pain 2732|Aye soon must come on our brows. 2732|Our feet are all in the dust, 2732|Our heads are all laid on the pillow, 2732|The spring is asleep in the meadows, 2732|The spring is asleep in the corn; 2732|And the first flowers of the morning 2732|Come off their soft and golden heads, 2732|And the next morning all dirty and grim 2732|Must our feet be in the heap. 2732|The spring's come in wi' his buskins on, 2732|And his fair-faced boots are in shreds, 2732|And a wee scratch makes a wee stain, 2732|The spring's in his best attire, 2732|But the mirth of his laughter's a-lust, 2732|He's a-wearin' his clothes. 2732|The first mornin's o' the summer-season, 2732|And winter's at hand for us all; 2732|For each of us our faces must be 2732|As we walk at our seasons greetin', 2732|And the lads have our tays at the wanan, 2732|We've muckle to tarry. 2732|The spring is at us and winter is gaun, 2732|And mair self than man is mair blin', 2732|For we've muckle to keep our old shoes, 2732|While the lasses are rin ing. 2732|It's we that are wearin' the shoes we've worn 2732|Since the day that the house was made, 2732|When my brother and I broke the door, ======================================== SAMPLE 20050 ======================================== 37452|To see the dark-eyed Goddess of the Night, 37452|The golden-haired Eolian goddess of light. 37452|To hear the song of her, whom Love's own voice 37452|Had given to her, and on each bough to place 37452|Each feather, as she sang of her a-dream 37452|In the far-opening blue of the midnight air. 37452|'I have seen the eyes of Paphos fly 37452|Up from the fountain; I have seen 37452|Her hair fall back like grass, as in a flame, 37452|Down from the mountain height, till its green coat 37452|Was all a-quiver and she knew at last 37452|That she must fly to the deep dells of sleep. 37452|'I have seen the eyes of Paphos grow wide, 37452|As though that flame of her hair from the dell 37452|Above her were a star--as was her fear 37452|When first she seemed within the wood to sink. 37452|Up from her head, like the wave-worn wave, 37452|As the long wave rose up from the rocky bed, 37452|She went, till at length she saw, beyond 37452|The light of stars, her soul's chosen house. 37452|'I have seen the eyes of Paphos grow wide, 37452|As if that fire were in her hair unstrung, 37452|Down from the head of her so as to shake 37452|The moon and star-worlds from her,--as if, far, 37452|From earthward or from the sea, she trod 37452|Out of all thought, in all silence. She was free 37452|Of all hope, as if for Love's sake she knew 37452|She was to Love's house a house adread. 37452|'I have seen the eyes of Paphos grow wide, 37452|As if this fire were in her hair unstrung, 37452|Up from below where the bright cloud-drift lay, 37452|And, as it were, down 'neath all things that be, 37452|And there, in all calmness, she stood, as springs 37452|Stand ever in the midst of the bright sea, 37452|'Mong the blue hills, as rocks stand in the sun: 37452|I have seen those eyes as we are wont to see 37452|When Love is there with us, or the moon, 37452|Or the faint stars. She seemed to be as clear 37452|As is the air that is blown from heaven, 37452|Or as the dew that is put out by cold! 37452|'I have seen her eyes as they would watch the hills, 37452|And hear the far wild winds, and the clear night-- 37452|A calm, deep calm as when the air is still, 37452|And all night long no voice is heard or stirred. 37452|And if she did not shine as the stars do, 37452|I have seen it as I could watch her eyes, 37452|For I found in all the dreams they have wrought 37452|My dream-eyes looking on Love, through all the years. 37452|'I have seen her eyes as they could watch the stars, 37452|And hear the far wild winds, and the clear night, 37452|A calm, deep, deep as for dreams.' 37452|The Goddess answered him: 'I will hide from you 37452|This pleasant image, all the days of my life: 37452|But if I be not beautiful as now, 37452|I will be so, till I be beautiful no more. 37452|'And if you follow me, at last shall you see 37452|The beauty of our house, the happy gods, 37452|That rule you like a mother to you, and turn 37452|The eyes of Love from him. I will give you fair 37452|This gift: to-morrow, as I go below, 37452|All you shall find of me: and if you will take 37452|The word of this sweet secret in your hand, 37452|And follow me, you shall have all Love's grace 37452|All through the house, by the close doors of this heart, 37452|And, as I led you, not alone in the house, 37452|Shall dwell with me.' 37452|'I shall ======================================== SAMPLE 20060 ======================================== 36954|The maudlin, maddening, jaded, 36954|Gone-glazing people who've no heart 36954|To stay for music or for fun; 36954|Who've lived in filth, who've lived in shame, 36954|Who've drunk their fill, and haven't much heart 36954|To be fond of any kind of place; 36954|Who never tried what's called a holiday: 36954|But found it all too hard and mean; 36954|Who've nothing in the world to spend, but fret 36954|About what _they_ have to pay for it; 36954|Who say they love the pretty girls and boys 36954|Who dance upon the school-house roof, 36954|While they themselves are sleeping in their beds; 36954|Who say that they would rather eat bread than go to church; 36954|Whose mother was a housemaid in her teens; 36954|Who say their life is one long struggle, 36954|And that they hate the joys of quiet study-house floors; 36954|Who say that they are tired of books and work, 36954|And would rather live and struggle yet 36954|For a little bit of money in their pockets; 36954|Who say that they would rather live in sin, 36954|And not have money to spend on _anything_ in school; 36954|Who say that their love has been for work and dress, 36954|For the fun of being pretty in a dress, 36954|For the duty, service, and duty--of course-- 36954|That we pay for and that we _owe_ to them every day; 36954|Who say that the country church doesn't give 36954|Kind things to those who live here homely lives; 36954|Who say that it's not really their way 36954|To have such a rotten and sinful "church" on Sunday; 36954|Who say that our government does nothing but hurt 36954|Those who are poor and wretched here all over the land; 36954|Who say that our schools are ruined, our colleges burned, 36954|And all the _public_ works for _public_ use left behind; 36954|Who say that our women never _look_ at their benefices, 36954|When in comes every member and votes a bill through 36954|For _prohibiting_ them from having any. 36954|I'm sick of giving this stuff to the people, 36954|And the people can't help giving it. 36954|I would rather _vote_ for that bill, it is true, 36954|But then at least the people might know 36954|How much I care for seeing my boy's school, 36954|Or the _loud_ way they give that money away. 36954|I know that they're the ones giving it 36954|To the little boys in blue and brown; 36954|I knew that they was giving it. 36954|You say that they give _nothing_, for it needs must be, 36954|I own that they give _a lot_, but then, come to think 36954|It's rather the whole good thing instead of any 36954|Of they're giving anything. 36954|You tell them they give the best; and it's true 36954|They give most of it well, but I know that there's a 36954|Possibility there may be some _others_ that give 36954|Quite a few good things--and that's exactly the point. 36954|In the first place, why do you think there would not be 36954|A much more happy number here 36954|Of men who'd be happiest in the great State 36954|Of California, if it were not for you and me 36954|And for the little children, dear? 36954|I know I'm not supposed to say that I love you, 36954|Or to be kind enough to say, 36954|That I love you very strongly, but you, you're 36954|A rich and fine woman; 36954|You're home-sick, and you could swim the sea 36954|For the love of God, unless you _should_. 36954|But, as you are, you're not alone; 36954|There's one there is in need, who would gladly die 36954|To save all children from the shame o' care 36954|That they're born to make a stir in school. 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 20070 ======================================== 27336|All through the night I sat and heard the stars go by. 27336|They have come down and taken each other-- 27336|And now I have no light within my bed. 27336|But when I see it in the morning, 27336|It will not rise again; 27336|It has gone past so very far. 27336|Now the stars know that it is the sun. 27336|And when it sets in the sky, 27336|I feel as though I were the sun! 27336|How the clouds go by, 27336|How the sky grows gray, 27336|And over the earth I see the moon! 27336|There is something far too wonderful for the common day, 27336|I never quite understood it, 27336|But I am sure that all in the common world are not what they seem. 27336|They say I am a coward, 27336|When I see the things that are to be; 27336|So I have gathered my fears together, 27336|So I keep on saying to myself, 27336|If these things really are to be, 27336|They must go by. 27336|Oh I think the men are brave, 27336|But they'll soon be put to the test, 27336|And I'm sure that to win would all but guarantee defeat. 27336|They are all so foolish, 27336|Who ever thought 27336|That a man could grow to a thousand years old, 27336|And not go a-sailing away at last? 27336|Oh I am tired of the common world, 27336|It is too much, 27336|And it is too much of a world to bear. 27336|When I am old and will not like the things that are to be, 27336|Why not build another in this world of ours, 27336|As old as the stars are, the sun, the moon? 27336|What is the use to stand and lament? 27336|A million, million years on, 27336|I have been growing up, 27336|I am now more than fifty. 27336|And yet I have not said, 27336|I am happy in my olden youth, 27336|I have nothing to regret; 27336|I am with my friend, 27336|We are just like other men, 27336|We have been through most of life, 27336|We have made many friends, 27336|We have suffered much. 27336|We have had our share, 27336|All do what you will, 27336|We know there are many worse men 27336|Who have not. 27336|There are some men that are just such fools 27336|That even death would make glad; 27336|So I shall sit here in the evening, 27336|Watching the moonlight steal by, 27336|And try to think of what I cannot say, 27336|For I am all alone in the dark. 27336|I am glad that I am not a man, 27336|For I can laugh at fools that laugh, 27336|And yet I would not wish for the chance to grow 27336|Along a path I have trod. 27336|I have never been one of the lucky few 27336|In calling on my brother. 27336|He has been working all his life, 27336|And working hard and straight 27336|To try to make himself a man, 27336|And he has failed. 27336|He never could have done it alone; 27336|He had no money at all, 27336|He had no friends, 27336|There was not much place for his humor, 27336|And he failed. 27336|I have always had some sympathy; 27336|But now I see. You must be glad, dear brother, 27336|For he was a man. 27336|There is time for repentance and penance, 27336|The time for love and prayer, 27336|But there is no time for repentance and penance, 27336|When the world is aching for men. 27336|There is time for confession and confession, 27336|And there is time for prayer, 27336|When the world is aching for men. 27336|What's the use of praying and weeping? 27336|Oh my friend, you are a man now, 27336|You are going to try some ======================================== SAMPLE 20080 ======================================== 1141|So that we both may live, and thou mayest live, 1141|And I my dead love remember well." 1141|And that was all. I had my love. 1141|The wind went up the garden gate, 1141|The flowers fell to the ground; 1141|The dogs at the call of battle howled 1141|Afar. 1141|We walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|The twilight still and chill, 1141|For there were none to hear us say "Good-bye," 1141|And there were none to mark us go. 1141|The leaves were on the garden wall, 1141|The wind was on the tree; 1141|And things were much like things they were before, 1141|But now they were enough. 1141|For the grey walls came a little nearer now 1141|Each time we turned about, 1141|And the garden paths were longer and broader grown, 1141|And the great fellers down below. 1141|We walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|In the evening twilight sweet, 1141|For there were none to hear us say "Good-bye," 1141|And there were none to mark us go. 1141|We walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|Till the falling leaves laid bare, 1141|And the deep fall made the gray walls seem fair, 1141|And we laughed out in the open air. 1141|For the gray walls came a little nearer now 1141|Each time we turned to look, 1141|And the deep fall made the gray walls seem more fair, 1141|And the fall was over yet. 1141|For we walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|And the fall of leaves grew by, 1141|And the garden paths were wider, and gleamed, 1141|And the great fellers fell. 1141|We walked on in the garden still, alone, 1141|Till the yellow leaves grew rare; 1141|And the deep fall of yellow leaves made the wall 1141|One deep and warm unwrinkle. 1141|We walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|Till the summer time was gone, 1141|And the gray walls came a little nearer now, 1141|And the fall of leaves had come. 1141|We walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|Till the winter time was here, 1141|And the roses said, "We will not stand the heat, 1141|We do not know what it is like." 1141|We walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|Till the winter time was here; 1141|And the snow piled up up all over everywhere, 1141|And the garden beds were very thin. 1141|We walked in the garden still, alone, 1141|Till the summer time was gone; 1141|And we saw the yellow leaves come in again, 1141|And the deep fall of snow was gone. 1141|We walked up the valley, and it's a strange 1141|Place, and the heart of it a-feeling like some 1141|Old-world song-world fair, and the feet of it 1141|Away from the fair-ground and the fair-field, 1141|And the fair field and the fair-flowered fountain, 1141|And the gay little village, and the tall old houses, 1141|And the old houses, built on the old ancient lands, 1141|A-planted with their steeples, and the white, white lands, 1141|With the sheep-bells in the village, and the pines in the glades, 1141|And the clear fresh streams winding in a thousand gliding rills. 1141|We were walking as though it were the year, 1141|We were going through the summer of the year, 1141|And just beyond the little village green, 1141|And past the big white-stone cottage, and then we saw 1141|The little yellow church, with the niches in the latticed roof, 1141|And we knew that something was the Lord's will. 1141|We were going up the hill-side, the way of the grouse, 1141|And up the slope, and over the hill-top, too, 1141|To see the old farm house with the red barn ======================================== SAMPLE 20090 ======================================== I had no cause to weep; 36773|_I_ could not weep, for there were such 36773|As could not weep, and I could be 36773|So dear and kind to all. 36773|And so it chanced, as day wore on 36773|I heard beneath a tree-dove's call, 36773|_I_ heard a child come peeping in, 36773|_I_ saw a little flower. 36773|We did not hear each other speak; 36773|My brain was on my shoulder, 36773|So listening in the bower of love, 36773|His heart was on his shoulder. 36773|But soon we knew, as on we walked, 36773|How fast our steps would lead us; 36773|We knew that all the light that shone 36773|On him at home, above, below, 36773|Was but a veil,--and we could hear, 36773|All round about our wedding day, 36773|The wind whispering, "We were far away." 36773|Though all the summer day is fair 36773|And all the birds are singing, 36773|I never see beneath the shade 36773|An honest, cheerful girl. 36773|But now--she has been to the tower 36773|That o'er the green sea-drift gleams; 36773|The little green sea-wave at her feet 36773|That rolls to and fro the harbour. 36773|Where, with a single little star, 36773|A little chapel towers; 36773|The church at least is soundless as a field 36773|Beside a pool or river. 36773|But here, if there be one who looks, 36773|And sees, even when she does not pray, 36773|This pretty maid at her work, 36773|Her face is fair as a cloud of dawn, 36773|And she has got a husband's name. 36773|I met a little man one day: 36773|His hair was blue and his eyes were gray; 36773|He showed me one of his little rolls, 36773|And I heard him say, "I never knew 36773|How true it was, how true it was true! 36773|"We never went a single mile, 36773|We never went a single mile away; 36773|It never seemed to me we never met! 36773|But I wish that I were sure that I'm sure, 36773|That I'm sure that I'm sure I'm sure! 36773|"When I was sick the first time a dollar 36773|They gave me--just to let me rest awhile; 36773|And so, one day, as I've heard the news 36773|(And think that I never was sure) 36773|When I was sick the first time a dollar 36773|They gave me! Well, I didn't ask to go; 36773|I didn't go to say 'Good-morning'--'Good-day!' 36773|The doctors said it must be some funny mishap 36773|The fever made me dizzy and lame-like, 36773|And when I could not walk I could toddle off to play; 36773|But every day I asked myself, "Is this true? 36773|Was this true?--Was this true? And every day I found 36773|I'd found it true! It's like a man to go 36773|And fetch a basket, and fetch a bed, 36773|And fetch a chair, and fetch a fire, 36773|And fetch a dish, and fetch a cup, 36773|And fetch a candle, and fetch a knife, 36773|And fetch a comb, and fetch a broom-- 36773|And walk about and comb my hair, 36773|And dance about and comb my hair, 36773|All in the pleasant summer weather, 36773|And the hair of little little men." 36773|And so, when I was fit to go, 36773|I left the sick man's house that day 36773|And took the highway that seems so long, 36773|The highway that winds through the wood 36773|And down the hill. 36773|The road grows old. The yellow sun, 36773|The roads that lead out to the town 36773|Are bright with dusky mists and flecks, 36773|And the wind in their gusty sails ======================================== SAMPLE 20100 ======================================== 615|"And when I shall no longer be a woman 615|In the eyes of you, I know not which shall be 615|More beautiful or gracious to my spouse. 615|Or I, be it worse to wed the one I love, 615|My lordly house or my own kindred, fain 615|I, when I am alone, would see to it 615|That all the house, and all, were at my beck." 615|When, weeping, he was told that he must leave 615|His master at last into a far land, 615|The heart within him pined sore, and all 615|But greed restrained the dame, who, nigh asreworn, 615|In her last will to her children prayed that 615|She might be safe, and her possessions crowned 615|With honour and with fame, a month or more. 615|But that great prince was not so ready made, 615|That he with heavy heart to France would grieve, 615|When he that man would see that she was true, 615|And wed the lady who his love had won. 615|He, so besought, was pleased, and with all haste 615|(Not that long time was prayed) departed thence. 615|Borne far on foot, he from the place withdrew, 615|And, following him, as best he might, was tossed 615|By tempest, while a rock or rock he scanned, 615|And the deaf rocksook the foaming sea in vain. 615|By how much more is lost, when she which erst 615|Went for a maid and took one in her arms, 615|Makes not the man her heart's success prefer, 615|But loves another, and is willing yet 615|To suffer for the love she from him flings. 615|He was no fitter for that other dame 615|To listen to the lay which she began; 615|Nor could he hear such other thing that came 615|To him or make him heed so much his friend. 615|To him I call that woman, who did make 615|His heart, through all whose virtue he did write, 615|To love more dear the maiden whom he wooed, 615|And take more particular care that she 615|He love, than if he had her for his bride. 615|And, if he would, with reason, forbear too 615|To do what she recommended the while, 615|He must have done if that, as far as he 615|Beheld her fault, and by what mean he can, 615|And had more than one occasion to hold 615|The deed for which he came, his own excuse 615|Could not have made him do it by a tide. 615|So the desire which made him take and take 615|At every sign, his loving heart did drown; 615|And when he saw he had with her his will 615|Laid up, and that for many durations fain 615|Would have pursued the ill, his wrath o'erflow. 615|Of this did the unfeeling dame protest loudly, 615|(When ever a foul spirit was her guide) 615|"My Lord, thy will be done as thou wilt be: 615|But be the will's occasion thine and mine, 615|"And that thou by his malice thou'rt deceived, 615|And his perverse wish and his desire." 615|With that she said, her eye and cheek and hair 615|Turned red, and from her hollow eyes a spark 615|(Fires which I do not think more fair than thine) 615|Was shed, which by a spirit (who now seems 615|Himself the fire that burned her from above) 615|A little to the Queen of Fools said: 615|That from such wish, with her intent, she spied, 615|He on her should be wed and made her lord. 615|I say the fire: so to dispel her grief, 615|The spirit in this guise the lady took; 615|And that on ground she deemed the wight below 615|Her husband knew not; and in such guise 615|She, saying to the damsel, with a look 615|That spake such words, "Sister," (the maid replied, 615|And her fair voice did in the tone recall), 615|"That to thine eyes (it was her voice was heard) 615|I am from him, by his intent and deed, 615|I well-nigh believe. ======================================== SAMPLE 20110 ======================================== 27441|Aye, and all the rest that is the same; 27441|In that case, all are the same, and still 27441|More or less than those which they behold. 27441|'Tis a very wonderful thing 27441|(And yet a little thing and strange!) 27441|That I have never met with yet; 27441|But why should I complain or sigh? 27441|'Tis a very rude thing at times, 27441|To hear all men the worst, and yet 27441|To see all men the best again. 27441|'Tis more than folly, and indeed 27441|Much more than aught on earth can be; 27441|For, you see, when men are wronged, 27441|And wronged in the court of Heaven, 27441|And they are put upon the list again, 27441|The people who were wronged before 27441|Make right again, and all the rest! 27441|'Tis a very curious thing (and yet a little thing!) 27441|And very few have understood it fully, 27441|That the day-star of the moon keeps making merry 27441|And waxing glorious with all its sweets. 27441|The morning-star keeps making merry, 27441|All the days of men, 27441|And every-one may see 27441|The way that the bright, pure, pure things shine. 27441|'Tis an old sun on a new fire,-- 27441|The light of both is one,-- 27441|All things are born of one fire,-- 27441|The world it is but the true creation: 27441|And that must be the God of God for ever. 27441|That God there be, and must be, 27441|Who can be two; 27441|As we are in a dream, 27441|As we were once: 27441|As we are, may be, or may not be,-- 27441|God is but born of God, born glorious and fine. 27441|A little after the day was set, 27441|As yet the sun had not a chance, 27441|Sometime he was not quite high, 27441|And sometimes quite low: 27441|So that the folk, to amuse them, 27441|Said, ashes to ashes,-- 27441|"The sun will rise and set, 27441|But this will be no sunlight: 27441|We'll make it rain, and make it snow, 27441|And make it wind all night." 27441|Now this is rather a silly thing, 27441|To make a merry thing, 27441|When one should know that there is woe 27441|Already in the plan. 27441|A fool may well forget his folly, 27441|And let his folly go; 27441|But he that never makes a sin 27441|Must surely pay the price. 27441|A weary land is the sea, 27441|And a weary man is he 27441|Who cannot stand the change. 27441|A weary head is the sea, 27441|And a weary head is he 27441|Who cannot stand his fate. 27441|A weary soul is he, 27441|Whose sleepless heart is sore, 27441|Who cannot sleep on his rest. 27441|A weary head is he, 27441|Whose slumbers he has slaked, 27441|Who cannot sleep on his pain. 27441|A weary soul is he, 27441|Who hath much to reckon, 27441|Who hath much to grieve: 27441|For a weary head is he 27441|And a weary soul is he 27441|And a weary man is he 27441|Who cannot sleep on his woe. 27441|And the mists were gone, at break of day, 27441|And the air was sweet with the scent of the clover; 27441|To the woods on the mountain top 27441|Came the tramping of weary feet, 27441|As in search of clover we found it. 27441|The sun sank low, and the distant peaks showed 27441|Like giants with awful haggard eyes; 27441|But the white hands of the cherries touched 27441|The glistening leaves as they parted the flower. 27441|Cherries red on the mountain-side, 27441 ======================================== SAMPLE 20120 ======================================== 2383|To them, that would her life have saved. 2383|And for to tellen them again, 2383|That her first lover was the Bishop, 2383|That was John, her husband then, 2383|To whom she was wedded when she was young, 2383|And who had long before her were pledged, 2383|To whom she was of so great a kin. 2383|This Lady, as truth may testify, 2383|And as her liege might well belie, 2383|The Bishop to the Bishop came. 2383|This Lady was full of love and grace, 2383|No man wist, for she was most fair, 2383|And a good woman, worthy of her birth, 2383|Whilom was held a Goddess of the earth, 2383|The which, for love and honor high, 2383|Might well have been thought a Goddess were she now 2383|That for her body and her face 2383|She was wedded to my Lord of Helk, 2383|To him that was worthy of a wife; 2383|She was of kindliest love and service, 2383|A worthy lady that was true. 2383|But there hath come a vengeance mad, 2383|And his name is Godfredo, 2383|A Moor that longeth for all blood; 2383|He is born in hell, and many a time 2383|Hath felt his agony full sore, 2383|But always he hath found in God 2383|An outlet for his sorrow. 2383|This Lord of the House hath been in hell 2383|His life long, and in this flesh as long, 2383|And has not yet found his pleasure in peace, 2383|But often hath heard men tell his pain; 2383|And to this tale for evermore 2383|He hath given his heart a thought, 2383|To see his wife, if she be there, 2383|With this his daughter Mary. 2383|Then spake this noble knight of Norway, 2383|In speaking thus with high discourse, 2383|And his wife's heart he biddeth tell 2383|With what entreaty she prayeth, 2383|For whom her lord hath set such store. 2383|And he told her his story all 2383|By his love, and that his lord 2383|His heart hath touched full hard, and made 2383|A bitter heart to his heart true love, 2383|To grant that he his wife should have. 2383|And his wife heard, and she did wail, 2383|And she with her two daughters sad 2383|She made a bower, and full low 2383|Set them by their mother's side, 2383|And for many days she feard. 2383|Then said this Lady of the House: 2383|I must tell thee in this wise; 2383|In an island-house at Rome there 2383|In a place like to the tent 2383|Of her Lord that is the Pope and King, 2383|And he did give him full great grace; 2383|For every day he gave him good 2383|And he set him in his place again, 2383|And she with her two daughters sad 2383|Went to her dwelling, where she saw 2383|Sofras, where the goodly house, 2383|With its walls and turrets fair, 2383|Was brent and fresh and new. 2383|And forth with her two daughters sad 2383|Were comely maids, and many a one 2383|With goodly scarfs and gowns; 2383|And these two maids were come hither, 2383|These two in their white and red, 2383|The Daughter of the Pope and the Daughter 2383|Of the King of Denmark both; 2383|And they went up to Peter de Vulgate 2383|A worthy knight to see; 2383|And he took them to his tent, 2383|To the which he never before 2383|He saw so good a sight. 2383|But in the midst of the hall 2383|There stood great Peter, then 2383|The king of Denmark had him laid 2383|The first of his saints to be; 2383|In the middle to his bed 2383|His body they brought fresh forth, 2383|The rest of his ======================================== SAMPLE 20130 ======================================== 1279|Wha laught at my dear lassie? 1279|Sae I came frae the clachan, 1279|Mair pleas'd a bonnie ladie. 1279|Ah! wha is my dear lassie? 1279|Sae fine frae thee she is, 1279|An' wha's that I meet at the pu'! 1279|Maukin she's wha sae come pu' 1279|To tak a siller pu'! 1279|My mammy's fair ain, fair, &c. 1279|My dear wee maid, be nice! 1279|She wha set her a hing 1279|In the field, and wudna gi'e it 1279|To wissle a lea? 1279|Ye blaudies, be gaun wi' glee! 1279|Nae shame to ye, you dear; 1279|Ye bairn! wi' a' your glee! 1279|Ye're sic a dunder-headed blaud! 1279|And when your ma sings p'r Sin' 1279|Then gang an' ronin' thro'. 1279|Wae worth, wae worth ye, 1279|A ha' task to do, &c. 1279|To be an' ride 1279|About the town! 1279|The carle was braw and auld, 1279|And had a chield o' his youth; 1279|The lammie-daddie's name was Duff, 1279|A wightie, brither gentle loon; 1279|And he was aye sae clear o' doubt, 1279|That a' the sons o' jauntie Duff 1279|Saw the face o' Duff, sae kiltie-gairmer. 1279|He had a chouris-dins and glee, 1279|Fair mavis was his kantiest weed; 1279|His kiltie-daddie had a whip, 1279|And a pair o' tongs, and a' his shinin' ha', 1279|An' he was a mitty for a step. 1279|And a' the houghs he had he dy'd 1279|Wi' a cauld honest manly loun; 1279|He was a' the hearties o' Duff, 1279|And gude ane to the grave lay. 1279|I have been in joy an' sorrow, 1279|To see a' its pleasures pass; 1279|I have been in joy an' sorrow 1279|Wi' my ain dear martin. 1279|There's nane sae wae my kindelle 1279|But she has made ane worth the leavin; 1279|My heart's friends, on her gude knees, 1279|Shal a' received me in heaven. 1279|Her braes and twa well met, 1279|Her auld huir sair, 1279|That stand by the bonny brooklet, 1279|Tinkle, tinkle, bonny brooklet. 1279|She's good and true, she's dear, 1279|An' nestly and dear; 1279|But it's joy that we looks can fa', 1279|To see her in heaven. 1279|She's jolly an' merry ony, 1279|When we's dance on! 1279|She'm gane far away wi' me, 1279|An' I'm gane far away wi' her: 1279|But weel I ken it weels she's blest, 1279|The greatest heaven can boast. 1279|O, I hae seen her in her beauty, 1279|In yon wild woods amang the heather, 1279|Gie her her a' her weary care, 1279|An' I'll to her in heaven. 1279|To a wunst cottage in the wildwood. 1279|In the early nicht let me lie; 1279|Then aye, my own, at dawning day, 1279|I wadna care a' for heaven, 1279|'Tween morn and eve, far thro' the wood 1279|Let me wander, fain, wi' thee. 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 20140 ======================================== 36153|The sun is bright on every side, 36153|But a voice is in the air, calling,-- 36153|Calling my name, calling mine. 36153|It blows on the roof with a ruddy glow, 36153|The sunbeams dance upon the snow. 36153|The voice I love comes calling to me 36153|With the music of the winter skies, 36153|Where the blue sky bends over the hill, 36153|And the pine branches whisper with blue, 36153|And a wild-flowers bloom above the walls, 36153|Where the hills, like long lost children, grow, 36153|And a twilight is in the valleys. 36153|A silent magic is in the air, 36153|And the clouds in the distance are bright, 36153|And the white clouds, rushing past, are white, 36153|And the white hills look up with a look 36153|That makes you feel a secret there 36153|That you will ever know. 36153|The forest's whispering softly 'mid 36153|The snow, as the wild wind blows, 36153|And the snowdrops are a-weeping there 36153|Over the fallen snow-field-- 36153|Tears that are flowing for their dead, 36153|Tears that never know a grave. 36153|And the hill-tops are wailing there, 36153|While the mist is floating by, 36153|Over the grave-lodged dead there, 36153|In the place where love's feet went by. 36153|And the voice I love, the voice I love, 36153|Is the voice of a star 36153|That twinkles on the horizon's edge, 36153|And thro' the night of years 36153|Rings out some music grand and clear 36153|For all the dead that dwell therein! 36153|All the song of the forest rang; 36153|And I turned my face toward the skies. 36153|There was a music in my heart 36153|Till mine eyes were dim with tears. 36153|And lo, I knew a spirit fair 36153|In her robe of silver shine. 36153|Ah me, I have come unto my rest, 36153|But not alone, by one lone grave. 36153|And the stars that shine on high 36153|Are all of us on earth have come to fall. 36153|And so, my life hath reached a close; 36153|But wherefore am I silent, brother? 36153|O, I am broken, I am broken, 36153|And now I know my heart is breaking, 36153|And it's the grief of sorrow 36153|That make me quiet from thinking. 36153|I thought I would not let you go,-- 36153|I thought I could not hear you come. 36153|O, the world is full of things to weep over, 36153|And grief is the common lot of the poor,-- 36153|Yet I would weep no more, 36153|Nor evermore weep again. 36153|I thought I would be silent still, 36153|And wait, till you had gone away. 36153|And now I know this, 36153|And you will understand. 36153|You've heard so many lisping words for aye, 36153|With their soft-voiced fancies, and their wise faces full 36153|Of truth, and beauty, and a thousand other tracings 36153|Of human life, that I would gladly forswear 36153|Your very soul as mine. 36153|I'm not afraid to say it! 36153|We are both so full of beauty and genius 36153|That life, I dare say, would soon come to an end. 36153|Yet why should I despair? 36153|I know that things are changing. 36153|But I know that there are times when I am lonely, 36153|When I am tired and sick of life, and it seems 36153|Too good to be true, or too true to be true, 36153|And then I wish the truth were always true! 36153|And if no truth it were, why then, no truth 36153|At all, I think (though I may doubt, and yet 36153|I would not change it)--I am afraid of it 36153|That they--if false--would still be true to you. ======================================== SAMPLE 20150 ======================================== 16265|The old, old story is--in that still, green hour 16265|I thought you would--I think you still would come to me. 16265|And you--how can I ever tell the rest, dear heart, 16265|Save that you are the sweetest, kindest, grandest thing 16265|That I have ever known or will ever know! 16265|Oh heart, if I were only a rose or a bud 16265|Or just a thing to dream and a melody, 16265|And if I were just a rose, just a bud, 16265|Or just a thing with a word and a hope and a wing, 16265|And if no more of you came to cheer me 16265|I still should look as I looked, 16265|And laugh, for I should know 16265|Where dwells, or shall dwell, 16265|My dream and my delight! 16265|The wind-flower in the garden of the wild woods 16265|Has ears to hear the wind; 16265|But in the light green gardens of the happy hills 16265|There is no wind-flower to hear. 16265|Only the sun that in the distance and in hours 16265|Shall give us sweet content, 16265|Shall so transform my life and my life alter, 16265|That it pass from me--to-morrow! 16265|With the morning in her beauty, 16265|And the dusk by her, 16265|I'll rise and go with her, as only a girl can, 16265|For my sweetheart is in her. 16265|THE sky is blue and the waters bright 16265|With the white foam of the foamy deeps; 16265|And the green leaves float before me on the air, 16265|A dream within an air of green. 16265|The wind is like a singing bird 16265|When summer's on the wing, 16265|And the day is in the sky, and the leaves are springing, 16265|And the sea with the white sea-rocks. 16265|The sky is blue with the sun on the clouds, 16265|And the sea is red with fires, 16265|And blue with waves the waves of a dream 16265|Floating in space at our feet. 16265|How I wonder the day is in the sky! 16265|And the night in the blue under the sea! 16265|WHEN night is in the sky 16265|And earth is white and glad, 16265|I think of my sweetheart in the light of the sun 16265|And the white foam of the foamy deeps. 16265|When the birds sing the whole day long, 16265|And the bees hum in the flowery slums; 16265|When the winds are singing in our faces 16265|And the clouds are high and brown; 16265|Oh, I think of the night in the sky! 16265|And earth is brown and glad, 16265|Then all together goes 16265|Out to the field to spin, 16265|Down in the pasture green, 16265|The ploughing of the flocks 16265|By the reaped corn's noise. 16265|I think of my sweetheart in the light of the sky! 16265|When the hours are a-keepin' score, 16265|And the sun is in the sky, 16265|And the day is in the blue, and there's no night 16265|And I am all alone: 16265|Oh, how the stars run o'er my head 16265|And the moon looks down at me: 16265|When night is come, oh, how will I forget 16265|The day, and the dark, and the dark! 16265|IF I could tell you 'twas summer yet, 16265|And how you should come into the Spring, 16265|What would you say 16265|To your darling-sister to-night? 16265|That time is like an hour 16265|In some wonderful dream: 16265|Yet I do not ask to enter 16265|Into your dream. 16265|I love you more 16265|Because, more-nigh, 16265|There was never in your heart a hint 16265|That such sadness lay, 16265|For though you loved me all the time, 16265|And knew no sin 16265|Would make you ======================================== SAMPLE 20160 ======================================== 19221|Sorrows and fears, 19221|Passion and sorrow, all unheeded by the 19221|heart, 19221|All but the way that I must tread 19221|through the night; 19221|All but the way that I must wander through 19221|sorrow and fear. 19221|Sorrow and fear, 19221|Passion and sorrow, thou hast all the rest, 19221|The world is thine, thou hast the rest-- 19221|The world is thine, thou hast the rest, 19221|O, happy world, 19221|Thou hast the world, 19221|The world is thine, thou hast the rest. 19221|My thoughts are of that happy land, 19221|That most devoted is to me; 19221|My thoughts are of the village green, 19221|Whose humble dwelling meet for me. 19221|My thoughts are of the orchard spread, 19221|Where, underneath an apple tree, 19221|Our sire, his only daughter, lives 19221|As paragon for fairest form. 19221|My thoughts are of the orchard spread, 19221|Where my grandsire, trimming his hobby, 19221|With freedom from annoyance and toil 19221|Lays down his dusty profession. 19221|My thoughts are of the orchard spread, 19221|Where my little darling is begirt, 19221|With the happiest smiles, that lighten woe 19221|And tell us that she is of their clan. 19221|My thoughts are of the orchard spread, 19221|My little daughter next the pride, 19221|With such a modest demeanour, 19221|You scarce can see the dress of woman. 19221|My heart is set, as I have said, 19221|On that which I have fathomed there: 19221|For, if I wrong the picture dear, 19221|Or if the features do not meet 19221|As I of right should please them so, 19221|I shall not long to Witlesdale appeal, 19221|And all my toil shall but add fuel to fire. 19221|"She walks in beauty;'--and I make no such oath 19221|As at a damask rose shall smite the eyes 19221|Of one who walks the garden quiet and serene; 19221|But say, if she has been guilty of a fault, 19221|Tell it in words, sweet Lady, and make bearable." 19221|"'Not guilty,' said the child; 'in fact, I'll be bound 19221|If no offence was proved against my parents in this.' 19221|"With this she turned away her face, and cried 19221|So low that I could hardly hear her after that; 19221|But, when we reached the cottage, I perceiv'd 19221|That she had spoken a good deal; with such a look 19221|As if she thought that her intention were understood. 19221|"And how I found this, I can't tell you now, 19221|For when her sisters and her brothers came in sight, 19221|I heard a little crying in her language-- 19221|So low she said it, and with such a look as though 19221|She was too young to comprehend, 'Oh, tell me more,' 19221|She said--'Oh, tell me more about yourself-- 19221|I'm very curious, I'll trust, about you;' 19221|"And I to her resumed, 'I've been toying 19221|With a very small thing all this time since you came; 19221|But tell me you have been feeding in peace-- 19221|You never hurt a thing, or harmed an animal; 19221|Have you ever done this? how is it possible 19221|That you have lived in quietness for long, 19221|"And not caused an outrage on the peace of man?' 19221|She said again with that kind looking look, 19221|The look with which she half hid her little face 19221|From me, and I must needs admire it; 19221|For never yet did woman show a look 19221|That did not seem to me far more fair than thine. 19221|"And then she spoke,--and, what is strange, I say, 19221|My fancy came into my silent mind 19221|Ere I had ======================================== SAMPLE 20170 ======================================== 27126|And yet I find in them a certain power to bring 27126|New joy to my soul. Thus far the world I've known 27126|But to this hour I've not discerned one art 27126|To help but to seek out, and to impart 27126|The wisdom of--the true one, which no art 27126|Can give in this day's plight. The joy that springs 27126|From the bright light of the spirit and the truth 27126|Of the man who walks with my God, is more 27126|Than can be said of any man, or will be, 27126|Till all the world, and all its joyous talk, 27126|Are known to the world! Thus to mine eyes, 27126|That all men watch and study, the Lord God, 27126|Whom I have seen, in the sight of my soul 27126|Is all at peace. From his strength He has taken 27126|This weakness of mine hand, and the work is finished. 27126|A little while ago, when I am young, 27126|And to the world as a child some one dear 27126|Did tell me that he came to this place, 27126|And to speak with me 'twixt life and death, 27126|To keep his promise and make all things right;-- 27126|This I have known, and this I have known 27126|While now I am young. No other word 27126|Shall bring my soul to him or bring my sense 27126|Of God to me. I can but love him well 27126|Who has borne with him the heavy cross, 27126|And known the loss of something far, dim, 27126|Which I shall never know. The spirit's gift 27126|Will not restore. So I look to Heaven, 27126|Like a young man who feels no hope of love, 27126|He too to die a Christian had a portion 27126|Of joy, who shall behold his face 27126|And know that all have seen in vain. 27126|The old man of the old days, who felt 27126|His life in every word his tongue 27126|Would not let slip, who could remember, 27126|Or who would break, from a dreamless sleep, 27126|That which he knew to be so deep 27126|That his whole soul knew not any better 27126|Than the breath of some old song 27126|Which made his heart so many a time 27126|A maddening place, 27126|A place which had a devil in it, 27126|An evil in it and no hell in it, 27126|And had a devil in it still; 27126|The old man whom I see arise 27126|And change so suddenly into new, 27126|Who lives so far from the old, who lives 27126|Amid such chaos, that he might 27126|Have told me all my life was bad, 27126|Had he a name to call it good, 27126|A mother's love, who had a grave 27126|Wherein his love lay still and deep. 27126|The old man who, if some day he, 27126|Were to be thrown without a soul 27126|In a pit of the pit of death, 27126|When his soul had gone from him, and had gone, 27126|And he himself on earth were dead, 27126|But if his heart could lift a tear, 27126|'Twere a mighty thing, as long have I;-- 27126|Nay, the old man whom I see arise 27126|Will not bear it; and the old man 27126|Whom I see unfold, I think, with a start, 27126|Is the king of the old world. That he 27126|Who lives without God's help to and through, 27126|And through the old world, and through the grave, 27126|Will lose this power. 27126|In the end all the kingdoms of the world 27126|Will lose that power. They have wrought so long 27126|To drive the world in one direction, 27126|That all the kingdoms of the world will soon-- 27126|Soon will be but foes, in battle bent; 27126|And in the final death by the blade, 27126|They will be gathered, and a strongman named 27126|Will stand upon their graves; ======================================== SAMPLE 20180 ======================================== 3023|If the man in the dress is a friend of mine, 3023|I'm in no humour to do wrong, 3023|I've a taste for dress, and that's too much to own, 3023|For all's as dear as I see one of you, 3023|And the one on whom I gaze 3023|Like the sun to the moon's face may be dead, 3023|But I hear the voice of mother still, 3023|As she puts the dishes away, 3023|"Do not grumble at me, my boy!" 3023|To whom I must reply, 3023|Because the poor dame is poor, 3023|As well I've reason to believe, 3023|If a thousand dishes were to be counted, 3023|A single dish would bring about one half a thousand 3023|(Whate'er the cost may prove), 3023|Who would not feel as I do, 3023|Who would not be in the wrong. 3023|As to your talk of God and heaven, 3023|With all your prayers and all your works, 3023|That does but give your thoughts the glee, 3023|As if there were no need. 3023|'Tis just the reverse; 3023|All your best efforts have their end 3023|In a little song that ends in nothing. 3023|The mirth that once you knew 3023|Has gone from earth away, 3023|And that you were a part of, 3023|So your fault you'll not feel. 3023|What, do you weep for a dead tune? 3023|A good long while ago, 3023|When music was but as airs, 3023|And never a bard to sing. 3023|So the songs and airs were sweet, 3023|And the fiddle the wind, 3023|And you, as you turn your head, 3023|A voice to understand. 3023|Who knows when the tale was told? 3023|I know not; but some one's hand 3023|Made up the tune that's still, 3023|And none can tell it us, 3023|As 'twas used long since. 3023|Now the world's a happy heap, 3023|A golden chalice gleaming, 3023|A golden cup, the fabled Pegasus, 3023|Sitting on the winds alone. 3023|But a thousand leagues away, 3023|There is no wind there. 3023|In vain the winds complain; 3023|Hastes the air-goddess back? 3023|The Pegasus in vain complains: 3023|All, all is sighing. Alas, 3023|The wind there, alas, the wind! 3023|The earth is sighing. Alas, 3023|Thy wings, alas, the wind! 3023|My joy is waning; I shall long have rather the calm 3023|peace of a peaceful slumber, than that happy day and 3023|night of passion, that is ever the same to me, and yet which 3023|I have had for all of me. 3023|O the peace of a peaceful slumber! 3023|The peace of a quiet rest! 3023|Oh, how far from such a day-dream, and how far 3023|away, and how many turns still untold! 3023|(I am only sleeping, it is only the hours so far away.) 3023|"I like that," said Lucerne, "but the old tune is so old, 3023|And I would change the lady in the house to a little young 3023|fawn; it is so quaint." 3023|The old tune--but the young! 3023|And the fawn! and the house to a strange little house of its 3023|"That," said I to myself. "Well, I have only this to say,-- 3023|Let us see; I will show it you; if it be for my own 3023|pleasure. 3023|"It is good for nothing," said I, to myself; "and a waste, too; 3023|"My friend, let us go to bed; it is a fact, I am sure, 3023|That by these same doors in the house, where you have slept, 3023|To a great many people it will be proved--the same I am sure! 3023| ======================================== SAMPLE 20190 ======================================== 29345|As we walked down her pathway 29345|We seemed to meet. 29345|And when we came to where the trees 29345|And bushes were thick and green 29345|We saw her face at last; 29345|'At least a year ago,' she said, 29345|'We had a sister. 29345|"'There was our own baby boy 29345|When she died--' 29345|You did her worst to hurt me; 29345|I can forgive her now. 29345|I just told you that there was 29345|A sister in the world. 29345|"'And she is far away; 29345|She has her own way to keep 29345|And sing when we should pray.' 29345|So I said no word, and went on 29345|The way my eyes went in and out. 29345|"Well, just the same, when it was night 29345|And I could see no longer, 29345|And the trees, when they heard my feet 29345|Strayed back in silence, 29345|I heard her sing so loud and sweet 29345|That I could not sleep. 29345|"And on the window-sill I saw 29345|Her little face, too bright 29345|To cry, and be afraid to sleep, 29345|And the red glare of her eyes." 29345|So we talked till the last of speech-- 29345|At last, when this was done, 29345|By the light of the sun on me 29345|She took her hand and said: 29345|"I know this thing that I dreamed about 29345|In a other place, 29345|"That in days that are over here 29345|You will have no friends to-day 29345|And I will be the woman you have feared . . . 29345|In a week or so, I hope, you'll hear 29345|What I can do for me." 29345|And I waited like a boy who hears 29345|The shadow of a dreadful care 29345|Come stealing over him-- 29345|For if ever I ever dream 29345|Of the world's old sorrow and waste, 29345|If I ever dream about 29345|The cruel hand that plucked my hair, 29345|And took my dear ones from me, 29345|And left them in the lonely world; 29345|It is not any sound of men 29345|To my ear or any sound, 29345|Or the faintest rustling of a tree; 29345|But the wind through the broken boughs 29345|Is moaning and the water rills 29345|Roll and roar and shake in the sunlight 29345|And the dark and terrible town. 29345|And all the earth seems sick with woe; 29345|For I could not have a word with her, 29345|And so I was sad that we could not 29345|Speak for more than a moment apart. 29345|All night long the town seemed waiting 29345|To take us. We were lonely; 29345|She sat at a window, looking over 29345|The crowded ways of the town. 29345|"And if I never hear them any more 29345|And if I never lie and rest my head, 29345|Where have they left me so warm and near? 29345|They used to know me once. . . . . " 29345|Oh, I had laughed that morning when 29345|The wind came in 29345|And whistled and rumbled and blew 29345|It back, as it were, to her. 29345|"I see no stars," she had said. 29345|"In my sleep I heard them," she had said. 29345|"I saw them." . . . 29345|"I think they died. 29345|I think they died as usual." . . . 29345|But, I could see then--the stars were moving 29345|And turning and looking down. 29345|The wind went back to the east again, 29345|And then, again, it came 29345|And whistled and rumbled and rolled 29345|And shook and shook--but no one heard 29345|The whispering and whispering 29345|And rolling and rumbling and rolling 29345|Over the town, and I went to sleep. 29345|The wind went back to ======================================== SAMPLE 20200 ======================================== 14019|Beneath the spear his sword he swung, 14019|And his right hand cleft it in twain 14019|Beneath the helm. 14019|Sorely fell one who had ne'er 14019|Ascended hence, but knew how 14019|To shield himself, and cast a shield 14019|And hauberk on he came. 14019|It had been best for that knight 14019|If that man had fallen himself; 14019|But he would not, when the hilt had cleft 14019|One of the hilt-spurs of Spain, 14019|Hurl one to death in the hall. 14019|When this one found his death-pen, 14019|It broke in twain beneath the hand 14019|Of that cavalier so wise. 14019|He thrust it in, the hauberk broke, 14019|And he leapt off in anger, 14019|Then the corpse from the coffin swung, 14019|And, by the hand, saw I rode. 14019|The king and the duke, the count, the countald, 14019|The damsel and the maid, the duke and the count, 14019|Were all weeping for their lady fair. 14019|"Wilt thou make an end," said the count, 14019|"Of the grief of those that weep?" 14019|The answer was taken of the king, 14019|Who with some scorn replied: 14019|"Him is dead, my liege, with joy, 14019|Let God our help have here!" 14019|In the midst of the uproar 14019|I, who so well had been master, 14019|Beheld the lady pass away, 14019|Whom I held from me afar. 14019|"Hear me, my lady," cried I, 14019|And clasped her in my arms anew, 14019|"Nevermore with thee shall I see 14019|My country and my realm at hand. 14019|I would to God that I too stood 14019|And we together twain." 14019|A maiden went for refresh, 14019|And the sun shone all the while, 14019|But she sought me not, in her need, 14019|Nor the streamlet of the water flowed, 14019|Nor the brook of its waters smiled. 14019|The morrow was fair, the weather fine, 14019|'Twas summer, she wended to the mead, 14019|But I sat in Carle's court apart, 14019|And never a lady sought me there. 14019|In the hall of the count, by the baron, 14019|He bade me seat me, with my load. 14019|Then I fell upon my knees and cried: 14019|"Who is it hath my lord slain? 14019|Is this count Gueneveu come to thee, 14019|Or my lord, or his lady?" And was not 14019|The count's father a man of fame? 14019|Was not the count's sister a thing 14019|That none but the count should know? 14019|"Alas, my son," said the count, 14019|"Your tongue, to speak so ill, 14019|Aye would be as little to blame 14019|As the devil he were on earth." 14019|So he sent me to the table, with my dower, 14019|And when he ordered me to prepare 14019|And when he was satisfied, 14019|Each one of us must have his fill, 14019|My father and my lady, fair, 14019|And all of them were of the same stock; 14019|And I heard that the king and the duke, 14019|And they loved each other the best. 14019|And when we met in the hall, all three 14019|Sat down, and the chatelaine was not there. 14019|When I was alone, in my place, 14019|Each, as was fitting, sat; 14019|But in presence of my spouse and kinsman, 14019|By chance came the mother of my spouse. 14019|I thought that the love was fealty, 14019|For the mother-in-law of Count Gueneveu, 14019|I can plainly see how, to be loved by none, 14019|That is only a ======================================== SAMPLE 20210 ======================================== 1365|The man whose head is white, 1365|Of whom a thousand men are slain 1365|In his own native land, 1365|When the dead men die in their shrouds! 1365|Who was with me for the last time, 1365|When the man upon the floor 1365|Of my garden stood erect, 1365|And the dead men lay on their seats, 1365|And the rain of death ceased to fall? 1365|I saw his body at the gate; 1365|I have heard him in his dreams; 1365|And the death-bell in his sleep 1365|Knocks without a call at my door! 1365|He is dead from his birth, 1365|Like a man who is no more; 1365|He hath seen his sons again, 1365|The faces and the sires, 1365|The love that lives in many homes, 1365|But only in his own. 1365|The earth is full of the dead, 1365|The sky is black with their graves; 1365|The water is full of their gore; 1365|The sun shines out upon their graves 1365|And sheds more of their blood, 1365|For the sake of the righteous slain 1365|And for the sake of the just, 1365|That the earth may be full of them! 1365|I saw them in the garden, 1365|In the white garden-closet, 1365|Where God's feet are always standing, 1365|And the flowers are always growing! 1365|I saw them in the garden, 1365|I have heard their dying groans, 1365|In the white garden-closet, 1365|As they lay upon their bier, 1365|And their coffins always growing! 1365|I read their names in a book, 1365|I have seen their graves in the church, 1365|Yet their numbers I can't decipher; 1365|I only know I'm reading old books, 1365|Though the names are never new! 1365|The children are all grown, 1365|They have gone into the school, 1365|They have gone into the college; 1365|And the father is gone to market, 1365|And the mother is on the job. 1365|But the children are all mine, 1365|They are playing in my garden, 1365|There is nothing left to play in 1365|The years go quickly and fast, 1365|Till they come upon the lawn 1365|Where a bird has just been born. 1365|There are no women now, 1365|There are no fields to plow; 1365|The sun has gone up and sent 1365|Its beam against the sky; 1365|And the leaves have fallen and blown 1365|Their white, unwrinkled wings, 1365|And the air is clear. 1365|Oh, but the children are all mine, 1365|They are playing in my garden; 1365|There are nothing left to play in 1365|'T is now mid-day, and already 1365|The swallows, with the sun 1365|Are twittering in the skies; 1365|And a wind comes forth and blows 1365|A soft, sweet breath of air, 1365|And the leaves drop one by one 1365|And vanish in the dark. 1365|The children are all mine, 1365|They are playing in my garden; 1365|The sun is up, and the leaves are flying, 1365|And the rain-drops follow fast. 1365|And oh! they are the leaves that die 1365|That my children shall not die! 1365|The last light of the sunset 1365|Is broken on the eastern hill; 1365|The shadows of the trees are stirred, 1365|From south to north; 1365|Through the twilight the village spire 1365|Looks down upon the darkling stream, 1365|That slowly drives 1365|Its marge along the misty plain, 1365|And shakes its leafless branches bare, 1365|Like funeral pall. 1365|In vain the village bason turns; 1365|And all in vain the lovers woo; 1365|The old man laughs, 1365|And bellows in the ears of Night, 1365|With ======================================== SAMPLE 20220 ======================================== 1304|I have no love for the light; 1304|But you, O sweet maid, my eyes, 1304|Have all the tenderness! 1304|Your eyes are heaven-blue as the heaven, 1304|Your hair is all the light; 1304|You smile at me, laughing through it-- 1304|Shall I keep this lily-white lily-white 1304|For ever? 1304|Let me but think it were my own, 1304|And never another's! 1304|Let it but rest the very same 1304|And I shall want it ever. 1304|How like this flower to the heart that once was my own! 1304|'Tis like another, who I loved, and now 'tis dead; 1304|And yet 'twas mine to cherish, to lay up for use. 1304|Yet had it lived, and only seemed to be yours, 1304|I might have loved, but let it pass beyond my ken. 1304|For there will still have been some soft grace, 1304|Some token of your love and devotion, lent 1304|To those dead though now dead ashes, once made mine 1304|Whereby I praise and toil day after day. 1304|And all these years have you been kind to me, 1304|While it was light in heart and shone upon me: 1304|Let all that now is dead, both dead and light, 1304|Be ever mine to keep alive and love me!-- 1304|How like this flower to the heart that once was mine!' 1304|And Eblis answered him an answer fit to make: 1304|'O Eblis, I am not your husband; 1304|I am the old man with no young man's wife: 1304|No children born of me have been to thee. 1304|The old man had a golden shower 1304|That fell upon the dead, 1304|And he slept when all were sleeping 1304|Where no sun-shine lighteth; 1304|But not a leaf was to be seen 1304|Of leaf in the fields, 1304|When the sun was overpast, 1304|When the dark night was begun, 1304|Where no sun-beam was begun. 1304|When all things had been passing by 1304|In the old hours gone by, 1304|As men say their beds they laid, 1304|And then lay away. 1304|When the night, the dark night night, comes on, 1304|And the wind stirs the grass 1304|And murmureth like a brain 1304|That's gone out to sleep, 1304|And is not rekindled again, 1304|And the sun rise never, 1304|Let not men be weary 1304|With the night of sorrow; 1304|To the old place, and old hours, 1304|The face of those that loved you, 1304|The form of the beloved one, 1304|And the heart's earnest prayer, 1304|Be but the old man's answer, 1304|And the rest.' 1304|We heard a song upon the river-side, 1304|A plaintive song of summer days, 1304|And all things beautiful and dear, 1304|Of birds and the sunshine and the bees: 1304|A tale of the days that are no more, 1304|Of the longing and the bitterness, 1304|And hope that is hurt and all alone. 1304|We heard a wail upon the river-side, 1304|A sad, sweet song of those that are no more, 1304|Of the sea and the storm and the white stars; 1304|And all things beautiful and dear, 1304|The sorrow that brings them never more. 1304|We heard a pang from the river-side 1304|For the ship that has sunk in the storm, 1304|And the sorrow that follows soon the sin 1304|That brings the old days to an end. 1304|Sweet is a dream of the olden time, 1304|But sweeter a song at the old time; 1304|And oft the nightingale can tell 1304|The tale that the nightingale shall sing. 1304|When I remember the olden time 1304|There is a vision in the heart of me 1304|That is like the glory of ======================================== SAMPLE 20230 ======================================== 1280|To help his wife, as God wills! 1280|THE house is empty now of men. The house is empty now of boys and girls, 1280|I had a father once who was true to me, 1280|And he loved me, and he loved my father; 1280|And I would not have him any more before he was dead. 1280|But now I do not love any of his children more than I could, 1280|I have never loved the little children, nor ever can any, 1280|But I would die for them, and fight for them with my blood, 1280|And if I were back with them, the children, and they 1280|And I would see the little girls in their raiment every day: 1280|One with their dresses on, and their little hands in their faces, 1280|One in her father's coat, a little girl with a smile on her lips. 1280|O my God, how I would fight for my children, for me too, 1280|For one year above this terrible war, 1280|And give my hand to every child who was born a soldier, 1280|If I were back with him,--and the soldiers and the children who 1280|So there is no need for this, for the soldiers not a few, 1280|And I know they are true as the stars, which their hearts believe in. 1280|WHEN I am in China 1280|I have just left a little girl, her name was Alice, who died of 1280|Tearing up Christmas cards in an insane rage. 1280|And they say that they are the happiest people alive 1280|Because God made them a boy to shield our country and our King. 1280|THEY all are laughing now, that I told you, 1280|They all are with the Christmas tree-- 1280|For they make a happy little folk, 1280|Or at least I hope, 1280|But I really can't say. 1280|But when I got back to New York 1280|Two weeks after I had left New 1280|York, and my eyes were very dim, 1280|I saw a letter in the news: 1280|It said "A young American Boy 1280|Is being murdered in China, 1280|And his mother has been trying 1280|To get out from her life, 1280|But it is almost midnight now. 1280|She lies dead, 1280|And the news will not come till the moon 1280|Sets; my heart is in a swoon. 1280|The doctors say that he is dying. 1280|And I will go to see her. 1280|I am certain that it will be true, 1280|For his mother is dead 1280|While he was only sleeping. 1280|There are many who have asked that I 1280|Should write to Alice and say that she was dead. 1280|But as I was writing the doctors 1280|Came this question to me: 1280|"We know nothing of the little man's life; 1280|But we do know this: that the old year 1280|Got him to take the Bible, 1280|And his mother to read it." 1280|I wrote to Sarah and said they were both dead, 1280|And that little John was born, 1280|But I could not tell them why that was, 1280|And Sarah did not respond at all. 1280|I wrote to Martha, but she was safe. 1280|She was very pleased to know 1280|That I had said all that she was glad of, 1280|And she did not care to tell 1280|If the little boy was not alive. 1280|This morning I was reading 1280|The death of the little lad, 1280|And as I read the death of Little Boy Blue 1280|I had a dream of him, 1280|And as I stood at his window 1280|I saw the moonlight in his room 1280|And thought her eyes were blue. 1280|HE, a little boy 1280|Went down the lane 1280|And passed his mother's boudoir 1280|Where the windows 1280|Saw him and said, 1280|"This will go far, far to get me." 1280|They gave him bread 1280|And baked him sugar cake, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 20240 ======================================== 29700|The fiercest storms are stillest still, 29700|While on the ground the winds are borne. 29700|Heaven, when the earth and waters join 29700|In tumult to that mighty roar, 29700|And all the stars and ocean moons 29700|Foam on the mountains, as they dance, 29700|Gives the quick thrills that make them bright 29700|And makes them shine in brightest day. 29700|No matter how the lightning flies, 29700|And rain and hail and thunder beat, 29700|The earth and heavens remain 29700|One cheerful, storm-free earth and sky. 29700|If any ask, and ask with eyes 29700|That have eyes to see, the skies 29700|Are, when their blue mists are blown away, 29700|One calm, all-silvered ether. 29700|All things that seem to be born or renewed 29700|In some new life at once are slain, 29700|And they are as things that perish slowly 29700|In the great stormy tumult of the air. 29700|Their quick renewed strength is not in the air; 29700|It is not borne with the tempest's gust; 29700|But when great storms have died away 29700|The stormy motion and the roar 29700|Are all in the darkening earth and sky. 29700|And even when it damps and deepens, and men 29700|Look out upon the stormy tempest's bulk, 29700|A wind from the east may be the same 29700|That drives the clouds, and whirls in rout 29700|The heavy lightning, and the rain. 29700|The swift wind and the long storms that sweep 29700|From the dark depths the lands of man, 29700|And with them, swept toward the sun, 29700|Are born or renewed in the clouds. 29700|And I who sit here in the quiet gray 29700|Will know as night grows late or dawn; 29700|My soul will feel that a storm has come. 29700|If I had heard a voice, I think I would 29700|Have cried out loud into the night, 29700|And wondered that a man could be wise, 29700|Or aught could be so dear as he. 29700|We have laughed for awhile to hear the song 29700|Of the wind-jug-lily, and with her 29700|I would have danced a merry dance, in which 29700|I knew I should have heard, or seen, 29700|A million blossoms in a moon 29700|Cluster and flower to her on high. 29700|There was nothing sweet enough to-night 29700|To fill up the longing in my heart. 29700|Ah, the fair-crowned heads of the maid and king, 29700|That are the fair of these to me! 29700|And the wind-cups, each on a crimson stem, 29700|That are the crown of these to her! 29700|We have laughed for awhile to hear the song 29700|Of the wind-jug-lily, and with her 29700|We would have danced a merry dance 29700|In the light of the moon and the bright sun, 29700|And in the heart of the woods in May! 29700|Then we would have tolled the bells at home, 29700|And the bells, falling, with a sound of joy, 29700|Would have been ringing with the joyous call 29700|Of the fair, fair-crowned heads of both to be 29700|Turned one night to a crown of both to be! 29700|And the fair-crowned heads that we laughed for awhile 29700|Were the dear-loves of both to me. 29700|We had laughed because in spite 29700|Of all the wrong and evil-doing, 29700|Of all the world's wrong and evil doing, 29700|Of all the world's will toward but him, 29700|We had not thought to bid the thing good 29700|That had been done us any more 29700|As the fair one's and the crown's to be! 29700|But the fair red head of the maiden Queen, 29700|That with her gentle hand 29700|Touched the dew, and the soft hand of the Queen, 29700|We have heard of and loved ======================================== SAMPLE 20250 ======================================== 1008|I saw, it seemed, both mountain and plain 1008|Turn'd to stone; and the sea-monster both, 1008|In gulf or on dry land, that feeds the flood, 1008|And the Cyclops' haunt, that swims the flood, 1008|Both wing'd and levin took on oceanus, 1008|To glitter in the sun's heat. As dogs, 1008|That on their master's blood, or else 1008|The dog's own, lisp, by degenerate sway 1008|Of his deformity; so they, 1008|One after other, floundering on that shore 1008|Vanquished, issue from the rage of Hell. 1008|Ah how defective! for 'twas a band 1008|Plus downs, that fled not, when they lose the light. 1008|First, Michael, with whom I laboured much, 1008|And preferred to me my gloomy screen; 1008|Next, Francis, with whom my affection ran; 1008|And, last, O Alfredo sighted, fled; 1008|To whom my soul was more in heav'n given, 1008|Than to be viewing heaven itself. 1008|When near to me my guide did call, I rais'd 1008|My eyes, and saw the shade that sat on me 1008|Returning home: whereupon my master smile'd, 1008|And said to me: "Then stay, and be of good heart; 1008|And have no stay but with the angels." This said, 1008|With looks uplifted I did eat and drink; 1008|Then with the hymns uplifted sing again. 1008|"Oh thou! Lord, to whom failure is merit, 1008|If ever thou didst perfect righteousness 1008|Eye of god, and mind to labour nobly, 1008|Then hast thou on the bridge of destiny 1008|Studious and faithful, and not failed of thy pilgrimage. 1008|Thou from the first, and meanwhile since thy ruin, 1008|Have'st benedictions from the world enjoyed. 1008|But, when thou went'st to glory without thy paying 1008|The reverence of the nations with a vows 1008|Gratiegued in advance, how was it that thou 1008|Gav'st to be first widow to the Son of God? 1008|For truly thy solace was not with the blessed, 1008|But with the fallen; and thy conversation 1008|And your great exercise shall make him worship. 1008|But now be absent, ye who are on that side 1008|Of thearse magnificent, and may well hear 1008|How wretched I am, and how myself I'm wretched. 1008|From the great house, that from the river lay, 1008|All driv'n and permeated with dry land, 1008|A peep I had into the woe that lies 1008|Heavy on Gomira's high-born family: 1008|There see the mourners piled upon their faces, 1008|Each with a garland for his head, and shrouds 1008|Of incense round him, and his shrine is fire. 1008|It burn'd so, it did burn before mine eyes; 1008|No passage left without it; and the smell, 1008|Horrid to describe, so continu'd, 1008|As the sincerest pine to Vulcan gave. 1008|Mine eye was all on fire; and what more wonder 1008|In a short space was seen, than, that my lov'd 1008|What turn'd it? soon it saw, and turn'd again. 1008|The people, who between the sepulchre 1008|And the guardian Angel were about to fall, 1008|Seem'd led by voices, that seem'd, through tears, 1008|They were respecting us: and, "What of us?" 1008|They cried, "When thou didst die, recking not 1008|How thou wast victor, and lifted'st over others; 1008|Over others, but thy self rever'st on 1008|The throne, thine own an hundred times superior. 1008|Remember us, and love us: then our lot 1008|Will be, as here thou leavest, beloved of God." 1008|Ah! no, alas! by us more lament ======================================== SAMPLE 20260 ======================================== 42041|And all alone in the vast of night to find him. 42041|_One_ hath a voice that cries aloud, "O God, 42041|Thou art the all-merciful Omnipotent! 42041|Yet wilt Thou make no answer to Thy children, 42041|But, like a wild-fire, burn their souls up with pain. 42041|_One_ hath a face that bleaches with an anger, 42041|Its light is in the eyes of God, and he 42041|Mock'st the Lord by laughing in the ear of God, 42041|And the Lord mocks the fool._ 42041|(Ah, God is merciful!) 42041|O God, my God, the eyes of the child-worshippers 42041|Twin-wise in pain, woe, and folly burn! 42041|_One_ hath no heart, who dares not take a part 42041|In the strife of foolish mortals. He is lost-- 42041|_One_ hath no soul, who is ashamed and stoops 42041|From the summit of his thoughts to the base 42041|Seed-corn of earthly pride and misery. 42041|_One_ has no God, who is so near to Thee, 42041|That he see's, and yet so far from Thee. 42041|_One_ hath no wisdom of any kind, 42041|Who is afraid to set his hands to Thee; 42041|_One_ hath no love, who dares to praise. 42041|_One_ hath no love, who hath forgotten Thee, 42041|And dare not praise Thee with his heart. 42041|_One_ is lost, who hath not lost his love, 42041|And yet hath found his love within his heart. 42041|_One_ hath no wisdom of any kind, 42041|Who hath no need of any other sort, 42041|Not fearing to learn. 42041|_One_ hath Thee, the Lord of all worlds. 42041|He is so near to Thee! 42041|_One is lost who hath not lost the hope of his heart, and who hath learned, 42041|_One_ hath no heart, and he 42041|Dares not say, O God, 42041|_One_ hath no soul. 42041|_One_ hath no God for Thee._ 42041|(Alas, but Thou have I!) 42041|One hath some heart to love Him at all, 42041|O God, Thy one heart, and none of the rest! 42041|To him, who knows God, all else is but sin: 42041|_One_ hath no soul, who hath set his hands to 42041|The dust and ashes of earthly pleasure. 42041|_One_ hath no wisdom of any kind, 42041|Who hath learned of Thee how to die; 42041|_One_ hath a tongue; he hath spoken, and said, O God; 42041|_One_ hath a heart; and all the rest lie dead! 42041|How vain the hope! the bitter crown of pain 42041|Is in my hands and upon my brow. 42041|I may not lift my hands, nor cry, my God! 42041|But I am lost,--I have no faith in Thee. 42041|_One_ has some wisdom, who hath called his own soul 42041|And set it by his side in a new light, 42041|Where it shall never tire of singing the simple 42041|Invisible, the immortal Law. 42041|_One_ hath a voice, who hath sought the truth and found it, 42041|With lips and voice and lips of fire, 42041|Where these,--all these, the things once loved of old, 42041|Are buried in a flame of fire of his own. 42041|_One_ hath a love, who hath kissed the holy feet 42041|And laid his soul beneath the dust, 42041|Kissing the holy faces of his father, 42041|His mother, his wife, and all his friends. 42041|_One_ hath a wisdom, and, above these, a love, 42041|And all these are foolish, but he knows the good of them. 42041|_One_ hath a wisdom, and all these are young at heart. 42041|I may not think--so vain is my learning ======================================== SAMPLE 20270 ======================================== 17393|And as a psalm in one's pocket is 't a tune to play, 17393|To be the tune that I do on the river-banks for you. 17393|The old man and the child 17393|Had dinner together, 17393|And the old man said to the child 17393|In the other room:-- 17393|The child turned round and went 17393|To the window, 17393|And his mother said to him:-- 17393|Old man and child were married. 17393|And in my window 17393|No longer were they. 17393|Old man and child were married. 17393|There was a man and his wife, 17393|Whose children were four score and ten, 17393|In a house without a door, 17393|In the country of the border hills-- 17393|For miles as far as eye could see 17393|There was but one door left in, 17393|And he entered that and was straight 17393|Sent through Hell and was not sent back-- 17393|For there were nine hinges in hell. 17393|He entered it and was hit 17393|And died within the door's way. 17393|And she that had borne him 17393|Lived with her partner still another year, 17393|Till the death of her youngest son, 17393|Which she knew was coming, 17393|Released her from that pain, 17393|And she died at his side. 17393|I heard a Soldier at the close of day, 17393|Singing in his fife and gun, 17393|Though he was in the galleries, yet, I thought, 17393|He might be much nearer God 17393|Than He who put the fighting to shame 17393|With the little He begged to do. 17393|Singing in his fife and gun, 17393|Though he was in the galleries, yet, I thought, 17393|He might be much nearer God 17393|When I think of the little weus, 17393|The hoarse and hoary wee musik. 17393|Singing in his fife and gun, 17393|Though he was in the galleries, yet, I said, 17393|Thoughts of him go through me, me! me! me! 17393|And a little hee-bee, yehinnish beaver 17393|Comes wukning round my heart, 17393|Sings down, and the wee wee musik. 17393|In the days of the war, when the Russians were hounding the British 17393|An officer of our regiment went out into the forest to find 17393|One who was much older and grandpapa would say 17393|For the wee wee little wee musik. 17393|To be young is to have a passion for danger--young men 17393|Who want adventure, are fond of a battle, 17393|To get their hearts out and make themselves at home. 17393|The great men of the moment can never be old. 17393|The great men of the past in their turn were the old 17393|The grand old days of the summer and autumn, 17393|The old familiar pastimes of the bush, 17393|The pastimes old men are always glad of, 17393|The bush is the nation, and we are one nation, we are all 17393|It never was till now. 17393|They came to our town in the dawning of the day, 17393|In disguise: 17393|They had their rifles by their sides, 17393|And their legs by the way, 17393|And their eyes with fur still blinded were, 17393|As a dog's with its ears and one leg crippled, 17393|And so they came to our town and to our windows. 17393|They did not think to come to our windows, 17393|They did not think to come to our windows. 17393|But the way they came to our windows 17393|Was a way of the bush peculiar 17393|That the red deer would venture to trot 17393|From the old well with the fresh spring water; 17393|Their bullets whistled the thick of the brush-- 17393|A way of the red deer to venture to trot 17393|Without thinking, without running to scare 17393|The man on the fence past them, who never made 17393|A sudden ======================================== SAMPLE 20280 ======================================== 3023|And, in your hands, I kiss the paper. 3023|The papers in my bosom's bosom lie, 3023|And many a tear is trickling from it here; 3023|For you are to the city come with joy, 3023|The first-fruits of a short and weary day. 3023|But though, alas! I'd rather be there 3023|(And see your joyousness in the very midst), 3023|I've still with little hopes, and small intent, 3023|Pilfering the city's open book and stall; 3023|And with the best my ignorance can jest, 3023|Laying the paper on my hip;-- 3023|But, oh, my thoughts! the city's book and stall 3023|The first-fruits of a short and weary day. 3023|The city with its throngs of people, 3023|The city with its shops, and spires, and steeples; 3023|The city with its towers and churches, 3023|The city, a whole day's work, and nothing more, 3023|My heart with all its labour is oppressed! 3023|I know not if my heart be wounded, 3023|But, ah, if it be not, with something more-- 3023|What pleasure, what delight, what thoughts I've wrung! 3023|I cannot for my life the heart upbraid, 3023|And so on, and on, and still no end is found! 3023|Aye, so and only on that heart my sorrow I pales, 3023|When my own joy is but dimly expressed. 3023|'Tis true they've done me a great mischief! 3023|Why did these boys in their wildest reck 3023|Doubt what I could do? the thought that's woe. 3023|To break their hearts! 'twould be a noble deed. 3023|No--for to save them, in some way at least, 3023|I'm not the man; I'm nothing;--nothing! 3023|And if they should be turned to beasts again, 3023|What should it matter whether they were me, 3023|Or whether they had me anyhow, 3023|Where they could feast, or where they could game. 3023|The thought of them a wonder is! to know 3023|Such awful pain from them, and not to make 3023|One single effort, is the wonder, Lord! 3023|I never loved a lass more than you! 3023|But yet to think of being your beauty's foil, 3023|And thus to wear alone your name's disgrace,-- 3023|That is not love nor knowledge, that is shame. 3023|I'm glad--I'm glad that you were forced to stay; 3023|In that we now are going in such wise, 3023|The day is very clean and safe, I know. 3023|There must be some excuse, some excuse, 3023|If you had gone as soon as you did. 3023|You never gave one chance! 3023|The day, when this poor pair were forced to stay, 3023|The day I stood by my own door, alone, 3023|And saw them go--and came not back again! 3023|But, oh, what joy it was--of coming home! 3023|I'll give my life to give them one day's ease, 3023|If they will come back, and see their friends! 3023|You must be brave to hope so! 3023|Aye, that, perhaps, was the case; 3023|In all the world I cannot say I saw 3023|One so bold as you, dear gentlewoman. 3023|I am a good little bookkeeper, sir. 3023|I wish I could understand you! 3023|I hope you never will understand me! 3023|To think myself the thing I am, the maid, 3023|That I should be the thing I was; 3023|And then, the thought that all the people say, 3023|That I should be the thing I've been,-- 3023|That is the wonder! 3023|I see it plain as you can see it! 3023|What I am now I was once an angel, true! 3023|No human power my presence could avail! 3023|I'd be as I've ======================================== SAMPLE 20290 ======================================== 28591|In the world-wide ocean of His grace. 28591|I do not pray to come to you, Lord Christ, 28591|Though it all the world to His great love were given; 28591|Though I lay my life down--not with the will 28591|Of my heart, but of that which is beneath my will; 28591|Though my will be in some measure his own work, 28591|And the will of God his heart's one instrument, 28591|Yet God hath sent to me the hope of you, 28591|The joy of His love in all your ways and ways, 28591|To walk with you, not follow, and abide with you; 28591|To be like you in faith and deeds, and yield you 28591|My spirit when your will shall call, and you call; 28591|To fear to leave you when you want me still, 28591|To love you still when I could only love you; 28591|I will not come to you; let me be 28591|The only living soul that can ever be! 28591|We must all toil in vain if on earth we do not keep 28591|Our heart's best thoughts for God. 28591|He has a world of good to give, 28591|And noblest deeds to do, 28591|A glory round us woven, 28591|And the glory of the Lord, 28591|So let us keep this thought in mind, 28591|And we will see our work done; 28591|So work we well our best to do 28591|If in the work God be; 28591|The best we work will be the best; 28591|So, work as best we may, 28591|Our work will be the best of all! 28591|Let me not leave you 28591|To look for home elsewhere-- 28591|For me your heart will follow, 28591|Your hand is on my shoulder, 28591|Your eyes are guiding me. 28591|We must all of us toil; 28591|We must all lift our load; 28591|In the day's great task to work 28591|Keep constant undismay'd; 28591|Our work will be our day 28591|A constant and joyful one! 28591|So when we walk apart, 28591|We make a world of one; 28591|One little task, if given, 28591|Shall lead us to the Lord; 28591|And we shall all be richer 28591|Than God had not done. 28591|_A Man may live and die, 28591|But he lives, he lives, 28591|And shall live, and shall die 28591|His work and himself._ 28591|Though thou hast lost the joy of all 28591|That's good, and looks so low. 28591|I'll never put thy sins away, 28591|Nor live my life in fear. 28591|I'll laugh the scorn of all men down, 28591|Believe in God for Him; 28591|To that in Him thy heart is true, 28591|And him shall be thy care; 28591|And when that work of death hath been 28591|And thou shalt go from light, 28591|And I, who never sinned in vain, 28591|And never loved in vain, 28591|Shall rest at last from all thy pain, 28591|And I, whom thou hast wrong'd. 28591|In his hour of strength and strength of will, 28591|In his prime of hope and worth, 28591|He shall reach at manna to the poor, 28591|His heart shall bear his fruit. 28591|He shall feed the hungry, clothe the naked, 28591|The naked shall be clad-- 28591|But what wouldst thou that he might do 28591|In his mighty hour, I ask? 28591|I shall not ask that man; 28591|Yet in his strength and power, in his might, 28591|In his great, free, Godlike way, 28591|The God of love may give. 28591|Then, when the hand of life is laid 28591|In dust, and he is taken from 28591|The dust, and he shall rise no more 28591|Out of the shadow of the sod, 28591|No more, for we must call him son; 28591|Then, ======================================== SAMPLE 20300 ======================================== 1279|In the dew-bespangled morning, 1279|And o'er the mountains on the plain; 1279|Gie'er the dashing wave the bowers, 1279|And the forest-dens o' delight; 1279|Gie'in' the springin' rose a home, 1279|And the singing swallows join the choir; 1279|Or, o'er the woods a-flutter wi' delight, 1279|The brooklet, o'er the lake a-wing! 1279|O, the daffin' rosy sunrise 1279|Wi' first kiss o' May-time; 1279|And our first-love, the mornin' 1279|When the kye awake at e'en! 1279|Sae round our new-enfirdred mornin', 1279|At e'en, we lay the weary. 1279|But the morning's bein' sweet an' chill; 1279|An' the rose-bud sweet a-burnin'; 1279|While Nature's in love's apparel, 1279|An' the leaves whisp'ring, say-- 1279|"The day is lost, whate'er befall; 1279|Whate'er befall, the day will go." 1279|The sun's afeard, by night we tell 1279|The deil takes secret guile: 1279|The night has lien by our woe-wounding, 1279|An' neither smiled nor wept. 1279|She's made a covenant frae saurus: 1279|The kirk to honour her. 1279|In love's name, and faith, in faith's name, 1279|The day is spent; the hour is sped: 1279|It's time to say good-by, my love, 1279|While breath can waur on sic a day! 1279|My love and I are a' owrehand gone; 1279|We'll meet nae mair at close o' day, 1279|The road's ayont a mile an' fine; 1279|An' whaur yet wi' myn auld tale to tell 1279|I'll sing o' the auld year again. 1279|The rose is sweet on a prieat-rose, 1279|But stronger far her odour blaw; 1279|The lily's new in her morning showers, 1279|For cauld winter showers she feels; 1279|An' sweeter far her odour's toffee blae, 1279|That blooms on a prieat-rose. 1279|I'll sing o' the auld year again, 1279|When wae and wae it blaws by! 1279|We'll meet nae mair at close o' day, 1279|The road's ayont a mile an' fine; 1279|An' whaur yet wi' myn auld tale to tell 1279|I'll sing o' the auld year again. 1279|When I was a----n unkerdick a fool, 1279|I went to woo; 1279|I heard a bird an' he was my ainnee 1279|Sing sweet and clear, 1279|"I come o' Rebecca's maiden choo, 1279|I lo'e dear naething else but you; 1279|Sweet morn and eve, be whiles ye may agree, 1279|Ye'll gie me ane o' the blinks an' a', 1279|For I lo'e fair sae weel as you do me." 1279|O, the day wears slowly o'er, 1279|When the flower-rose and the lily shall 1279|In their briers kiss'd as they pass'd; 1279|The summer wanes, and the winter grieves, 1279|And life is lang ere I make mirth. 1279|The rose-tree in the dew-bespangled lane, 1279|The rose-tree in the burn and wood, 1279|May show its pretty forms, the lily and the white; 1279|But no kind dear-bosom'd maid to me! 1279|The rose-tree in the dew-bespangled lane, 1279|The rose-tree in the burn an' wood. 1279|O ======================================== SAMPLE 20310 ======================================== 7394|There's never an April day 7394|Will come like this with May in store, 7394|And never a May in store,-- 7394|I've heard the wind so sweetly say 7394|To the leaves that hang so green,-- 7394|Oh! who would be a slave 7394|In the fields of April to stand 7394|And watch on the hill the lark, 7394|Or from the forest chase the bee, 7394|Till the golden flush has come,-- 7394|Oh! who would be a slave 7394|When the days grow warm with the reaper blue, 7394|And the golden harvesters suck, 7394|To shred the rust and to leaf the trees, 7394|And the long clear waters rave? 7394|And who would be a slave 7394|For all the world to ply with the sickle and reap 7394|Until the light shall be done! 7394|Oh! who would be a slave 7394|Until the harvest days were done, 7394|Till the sunsets of the year be done,-- 7394|For life to be one with the summer and earth, 7394|And the light to be one with the skies! 7394|WHEN I am strong in limb and growth of limb, 7394|With the youth that o'erlife's hills shall stand, 7394|When I have scaled the northern steep, 7394|And caught the spirit of the frost! 7394|When every limb of me shall swell 7394|In my rugged limbs of lean decay, 7394|And some day men shall know my name, 7394|And the dead graves list me to! 7394|"When I am weak and fallow, and men take me in!" 7394|This is the song of youth; 7394|His wild hands grasp the grass, but spare the string, 7394|But spare not him who sings! 7394|"Thou swearest so clear, and thou shall mourn, 7394|And wiltow tree and meadow, tree and hill, 7394|Shall bear aloft in song, 7394|When life shall fade, and time have gone 7394|And the light fade from my face!" 7394|WHEN I am old, and men shall speak, 7394|And of men shall ask and answer thus, 7394|But I ask of God in prayer 7394|To live and go to heaven with them! 7394|THEe when I am old and all men die, 7394|And thou art gone, then I shall walk alone 7394|A little space, and know that I shall not be 7394|Forgetful of this prayer,-- 7394|"If thou forsakest me when I am old, 7394|And I am forgot, forget not how thou camest, 7394|For behold, thy name still clingeth to me, 7394|And that it hath been good to forget me still, 7394|So let it be for ever." 7394|I do not ask but that God may my name recall 7394|When I am all forgot! 7394|My Father! for the sake of those whose names were lost, 7394|Of those whom man is still to find, 7394|Of him called to be at the feastings and revels, 7394|Of him who called to preach the word; 7394|Of those that were not called to be my friends, but go 7394|To be the sorrows and the pains of this poor Cross, 7394|I give this little loaf of bread to each who cries, 7394|Give this little mouth to each who sips, 7394|And let yon dead to live again in song arise, 7394|And fill it up when they go to die. 7394|Let that be the last that I shall do 7394|To mark the morning's glory in your name, 7394|And to remember you in a little bread: 7394|I do not think it long to wait. 7394|"Tune on my pipes--I love them so! A sweet, 7394|And melancholy melody,--like his 7394|That plays on mountains, and in lonely woods." 7394|(Oh, who may tell the sound of the little pipes 7394|In that lonely forest?) 7394|"Ah, do not love me--I am so small! 7394| ======================================== SAMPLE 20320 ======================================== 1279|In that fair day of old; 1279|When to the dance, or gig, she'll join, 1279|In fair semblance gar'd, 1279|If such a mither be the fau't, 1279|As, by the shins, can by; 1279|Or if the fau't be thrash'd at hizz, 1279|With honours at the hall, 1279|If, without a wish to mak', 1279|They all will gather on 1279|To hear the baron call, 1279|Or e'en the best parson read, 1279|On Sabbath day, 'Twas now, 1279|As far as any one before 1279|The king sits on the throne, 1279|And every dullard that's ill, 1279|That heads a borough firm, 1279|Brought up in tiddle to the tem. 1279|And we, wha dwell in wallop and wallop, 1279|Are bound to keep it clean, 1279|Or else, like mongrels, we're got on fast, 1279|Till we grow hous'd o' tither aird; 1279|It's we, wha maun hae a say, 1279|At place, time, manner, or degree. 1279|'Tis we, wha've got to fashion, 1279|Wha toils in fustian and toil; 1279|To keep that tounge awa, 1279|While a' our flinders are turn'd o' 1279|Their lee-lang mornin's and e'en. 1279|But now I find, my brethren, weel may't; 1279|I must avouch my thought, 1279|I need na say, I'm ower glad to see, 1279|That we, whose ain state is set, 1279|Can mak' our ain deme be, 1279|A little pleasless, laatle-hearted, lassie-like; 1279|For, though we hadna land or kin, 1279|We only maun be an' that: 1279|We've nae familier yet; 1279|For the mither's familier's we, lassie-like! 1279|But though I gie ae thing for tae, 1279|It's jist still just the same, 1279|Unless it's wi' the nicht for me, 1279|Ae way, an' a' folk shall be, 1279|An' our ain condition tibble-by. 1279|And now, lassie, here's my pen, 1279|A trusty fender to thy hand; 1279|There's ne'er a lily to be found 1279|Alane upon the wilie leat, 1279|But it's gane into thy breid; 1279|There's nane o' them shall marry fow! 1279|For the lave o' tussauds ever licht! 1279|A gowd guinea's the gowd man's jink, 1279|Wha cuddons a' o' dainty fare, 1279|But ae thing wha gies him sic fare 1279|Is gie'd to a bit o' blaw. 1279|Saw ye the miller? Saw ye the mill? 1279|He'd been to tak' a ca', 1279|A ca', if the miller ca'd, 1279|Saw ye the miller ca'd, 1279|Saw ye where yestreen we ca'd, 1279|Saw ye the miller ca'd: 1279|I'll tell ye what I love the best, 1279|Saw ye the miller ca'd, 1279|Saw ye where yo's del, 1279|Saw ye the miller del, 1279|Wha thocht, did thou, did he? 1279|What's been and will be, 1279|Saw ye the miller thocht, 1279|Saw ye the miller thocht, 1279|Saught out o' auld or young, 1279|Saw ye the miller saw! 1279|"How's been the war?" says I. 1279|"Saw ye ======================================== SAMPLE 20330 ======================================== 1365|He spoke with such a fervor of his own desire, 1365|That she seemed not of earth, but the Godhead, 1365|That he was but a god among men. 1365|A little black crosse, 1365|With six and thirty stripes, 1365|Was bought yesterday by a young lady. 1365|It was the little black crosse, 1365|From a lady in a great hurry. 1365|Said she, "I would not sell a single one 1365|On the street, I'd rather get a coach and five!" 1365|It was the little black crosse, 1365|With six and thirty stripes, 1365|That made the lady cry and rush to buy. 1365|So they bought it yesterday. 1365|And the lady went out to take a drink 1365|Of the lemon-water that ran up the hill. 1365|But the lemon-water never lasted long. 1365|It fell into the water of the well. 1365|And the water turned to foam and bubbled and burst, 1365|And burst and foam and came rolling to the shore, 1365|And the lady saw all the foam on the shore. 1365|"It is not the water!" she called out for life. 1365|"Not the water!" said the coach and five. 1365|"Not the water!" she repeated, and ran back. 1365|The coach and five made up their minds to sail. 1365|But the little lady cried out in her fear. 1365|"Oh, not the coach and five!" she said, and started away. 1365|"Not the coach and five, dear!" said the young man and bridegroom. 1365|They put on the passengers by the trunks, 1365|And started on the long journey home. 1365|From the window, on the shore, 1365|The little white cot on the field, 1365|The girl was singing, 1365|And dancing, and making faces, 1365|But not at all in these common ways. 1365|From one room to the other, 1365|The wind in the tamarisk blew wild; 1365|A little child came and peeped through the crevice of the door. 1365|She was a little maid, 1365|And she answered, "O master, 1365|O master, do you have honeycomb? 1365|When the little sweet maids sing, 1365|And dance, and make faces, 1365|They are always singing, 1365|And dancing, and making faces." 1365|The master heard the maiden's cry. 1365|He had but a little cage, 1365|And his mistress had no cage, 1365|For the honeycomb was a very great cage for them both. 1365|The little wild birds flew, 1365|As they sang to the white dove, 1365|But the maiden flew on her feet. 1365|The father came home, as the morning came, 1365|With his little daughter at his side. 1365|He looked at the walls, and he looked at the floor; 1365|But he was not in his senses at all. 1365|He was lost in a storm of words with himself, 1365|Or else he was in some great perplexity; 1365|For the master had got up, and was turning the key, 1365|And he called to the maiden and said, "Come along!" 1365|And she answered, "Why, indeed! We must go home!" 1365|And said as she leaned over the wall, "You know, 1365|Father, if you will take me home, I will wed." 1365|I know not whether it was a wind or a heat 1365|That did hurry him over the border of the sky, 1365|But what he said at breakfast to father was true; 1365|And he said as he took the key and locked the door, 1365|That it might be "an hour or more" before they arrived. 1365|And what the maiden did next, what the master did, 1365|I can't write, I can't say; but I know they were the same. 1365|At last it was the time of day, 1365|As the sun from his throne did shine, 1365|And the little wild birds all were tuned their notes, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 20340 ======================================== 1166|I have been very, very lonely -- 1166|Till I started for the war; 1166|And a friend, an old friend of mine, 1166|Whose name is John, came up the slope 1166|To warn me of a brook that ran 1166|Straight from the valley. And the same 1166|Breathed and shone about it, clear, 1166|Down the slope and through the forest; 1166|Until our eyes could meet no more -- 1166|Only our hearts could meet no more! 1166|And John was my friend, for God and man 1166|Were good unto him, and he loved me. 1166|I looked into his eyes of mine, 1166|And said, "I know the brook" -- and sate 1166|To see it. -- When the brook showed John 1166|What I hoped in him, that face lit 1166|Up from a slumber far away, 1166|A great love shone upon me, 1166|And in each other's faces burned, 1166|Love that must pass into my blood 1166|Sooner or later. 1166|The war is on! 1166|It's going well; -- but the men 1166|Who do the fighting have wives' eyes 1166|Out of their vision. They have seen 1166|The sky grow dark. They are sick with thought, 1166|With sorrow. And their soul is sick 1166|With pain and doubt -- women who are sad, 1166|Women who are mad. We must not fight 1166|Too hard or long -- that would be vain -- 1166|For life and death. We are so poor! -- 1166|For death and life we must struggle on. 1166|The war is on! 1166|It's starting with the harvest: 1166|No harvest making 1166|Of tears that melt away; 1166|But only of gladness. 1166|We've been so silent for so long, 1166|We scarcely hear the war 1166|Lifting in from the South, 1166|And then coming home. 1166|The war is on! 1166|The fields are green and green. 1166|The birds are flying 1166|Down to the sea. 1166|But we are hushing 1166|As with a sigh, 1166|And this is our home now; 1166|For we are coming back. 1166|The war is on! 1166|How much longer, O Earth, wilt thou deny 1166|To me thine evening star, the glow-worm's light! 1166|And dost thou shroud the star of love in gloom, 1166|And give in darkness yet life's morning hours? 1166|And dost thou keep the lamp of hope alight 1166|Since hope in me is, thou dost not reveal? 1166|And dost thou stoop down and bid me seek for thee, 1166|The heart thou holdest sacred, too high to lose? 1166|And dost thou lift my anguish, and my strife, 1166|And give it for a gift that I may give? 1166|And dost thou lead me by such slender wires 1166|Back to the land that thou hast lost so far? 1166|And dost thou ease my troubled eyes of care 1166|If I forget thy beauty and my need? 1166|And hast thou given in vain, if I must go 1166|Back to the loneliness of life that's mine? 1166|Is it thy love that I have known? Are these 1166|The eyes that looked on thee, in hours of doubt? 1166|Are these thy lips, thy voice, thy spirit's tongue? 1166|O, it is love! It is thy spirit, sent 1166|To be my spirit, and to comfort me! 1166|Thy spirit is like a shining fire, 1166|A shining fire! It comes to me, 1166|And brings me joy, and joy again, 1166|And joy is love. 1166|There's none so happy but God alone, 1166|And He alone can bring me home to me! 1166|I do not know what way I must go, 1166|And yet I wish to go to Him. 1166|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 20350 ======================================== 19221|From the bowers of heaven I did inherit; 19221|From the seraphim I look on the face of men. 19221|The archangel, which should sing the glorious work 19221|To which the archangel, is here silent; 19221|And he who should lead us, has not an hour 19221|To prepare us his white sails for flight. 19221|Wherefore I will go and teach men, that they 19221|May be lighten'd, and armed, and courageous, 19221|By my word: the just and the unjust 19221|Shall be stamped out, as is the goodly sun 19221|That shines upon their taper eye, 19221|And darkness shall fly 19221|When I prophesy. 19221|_Lift high thine eyes, and look upon that aged seer, 19221|Who gazeth upon the stars, and is not glad._ 19221|O ye strange and wondrous visions, 19221|The fruits of human musing! 19221|The fruits of human musing! 19221|Those wonders, seen and yet unseen, 19221|Which God at predestination arranged, 19221|That to the grosser elements, at man's behest, 19221|Contentment might bring to mortal ken. 19221|Ye tend young doves that still entice me 19221|Up those dim, silent flights of winding streams, 19221|Till yonder evening star displays its charms 19221|To me, who through an alternate dream am vext 19221|And half in sleep am thrown, when near at hand 19221|The silent shapes of things that live in thought, 19221|And things that live in terror. Ye that seem 19221|To peer into my inner manhood, fly! 19221|Or climb to my companion that doth lie 19221|With hoary hair bedropped and eyeless sockets, 19221|To see what sickles can such sods destitute 19221|And bare of all support have to thread their dreams: 19221|Whom through some cave or hollow in the rock 19221|Dull hunger doth invade, or some leper lie 19221|Condensed in ordure, and doth make him sick. 19221|What can ye other where to visit? 19221|Up to the highest Alpine your pilgrimage 19221|No other pilgrimage hath any man 19221|Of whom I can enquire; but mostly you, 19221|Nature, and Innocence with all their gifts, 19221|Nature and Peace, and Heaven's own smile most sweet: 19221|For in this very temple of God alone 19221|What are they selling? Eternal Life. 19221|O ye fair forms of Nature, though ye lie 19221|In the warm sunlight long, what time the bee 19221|Hath found your bristly flower, when will ye open 19221|The lids that close your fair and gentle eyes? 19221|Ye plants, ye herbs, ye fields, ye trees, all ye for me 19221|(Even me and my love), ye fields, and ye trees, 19221|The while I sit beside you, tell me, are ye all 19221|I see ye are, yet am I not one of you? 19221|Alas, dear forms! the thought of you makes me sad, 19221|And for my love's sake laugh ye laugh in Parian 19221|Green beads at dead of night. O heavens, I would 19221|That grief like mine, that love like mine could die! 19221|I wish that I were in that Bacchic age 19221|When priests were as fair as these, as happy, 19221|As pure as this air, as rich in flowers, 19221|As is the light within a hundred honeysuckles. 19221|But to return to our subject: In the fable 19221|Of the Black Knight of Lisbon, (for that fable 19221|Proves each the other as well worthy of our admiration-- 19221|See Hellenic fables, much correct, each page 19221|Sporting with fables of Inferno;) when the knight, 19221|As his own conscience does throughout his life, 19221|Was first confessing, from the pulpit broke out, 19221|And as a trumpet-blast from heaven, (this last 19221|With the black thunder,) proclaiming his faith, 19221|Sees far off that ======================================== SAMPLE 20360 ======================================== 4373|The only good thou canst say of me,-- 4373|The only man I ever loved. 4373|But--so there you have it! Your love, 4373|For all its stubborn stubbornness, 4373|Lies soft as love's own kiss that slits 4373|Each wound in one, ere it comes to heal. 4373|But this I know: love's life 4373|In love's death is short, 4373|And like some other sin 4373|Love's spirit glides away. 4373|In spite of all that is on earth 4373|Our hearts hold only such things: 4373|To lose them would be worse to live. 4373|It matters little who knows-- 4373|A little thing enough are lost, 4373|In any case. So it lies. 4373|For me, my love, a little thing 4373|Is what I feel in my soul. 4373|I must, in truth, have nothing; 4373|I see no place for that in Fate. 4373|The hour when a man dies is not 4373|The hour of life; life's a moment's time, 4373|One moment to act, not to be done. 4373|Only a little thing of love, 4373|That little thing lies deep asleep 4373|To which all time shall be no more, 4373|Its time shall be nothing. 4373|You have said that death is very near. 4373|The most uncertain of these things, 4373|The most uncertain what they be, 4373|The least uncertain of their loves, 4373|We shall meet upon the morrow morn. 4373|And only a little thing, 4373|That little thing lies deep asleep 4373|In the bosom of each one's heart, 4373|And the stars will not go to rest. 4373|I have not the time, I do not dare, 4373|To tell you now, the heartbreak here! 4373|That long, sweet look in the eyes of her, 4373|The face of her, in the grave, 4373|And the night,--the very night, that once, 4373|So tender and sweet and blue! 4373|'Tis she, a small, white ghost, she is standing 4373|Close to where a light is lighting up 4373|The grave where her loved one is lying. 4373|No, no, she is looking down, away, 4373|Not at him, but at her own heart, 4373|For it has no fear, it is so light 4373|That she, like a small star in the sea, 4373|May fall and be drowned at will. 4373|She will fall in sorrow to those arms 4373|That have suffered far more than their own; 4373|She has loved these eyes so much; her heart 4373|Shall be always looking at them. 4373|No, no, she can never fall! 4373|'Twas her look, her eyes, that saved her. 4373|'Twas her little hand that blest her wrist. 4373|A light in her eyes, her tender, wise, 4373|And still, soft hand will be ours; 4373|And we will keep her little eyes 4373|Above the veil of the grave till we die. 4373|And then a voice, not speech, but a kiss 4373|Will be hers, the last one left of all. 4373|But why tell us that death is near, 4373|When death is but a moment's flight? 4373|No, death is not indeed so near 4373|As Love's sweet, wild beloved, Youth. 4373|No, no! death is but a look, a word 4373|To the heart's great God, whose will the law, 4373|Whose secret is but to give-- 4373|His peace, whose heart is truth and strength. 4373|When you first saw her, you must have wondered what 4373|It was that Heaven, which knows no form of color, 4373|Would design a woman whose very hair 4373|Was white as snow. 4373|Her eyes were white as cloud or floating mist, 4373|Yet sparkling with such passion,--your dear eyes, 4373|Singing so strange music, and like stars 4373|Seeing ======================================== SAMPLE 20370 ======================================== 1287|Loves are always good, but only when they are in their proper place, 1287|Which when the heart receives in peace, it nourishes with all its powers. 1287|Thou art no longer with us, love, I am no longer with thee. 1287|As I have oft been with thee, thou art no longer with me. 1287|But now I know, oh no! that I no longer with him can remain! 1287|Hence I abandon thee, thou friend no more for one or two short 1287|days, and with no more delight to join thy old acquaintance there. 1287|But when the day of parting has come, thou canst forget me, 1287|And love, who never could forget, will send me to be alone. 1287|Oh the night of parting! Oh the night of sorrow! 1287|Oh the night when thy friends are departing, 1287|Like clouds gather in tempest, and blow, 1287|And a voice of anguish calls out for thee, 1287|And thy heart, O friend! is breaking, and the night is wild and 1287|The sky is dark, and the wind's voice in the forest is wailing 1287|In the dark forest, in the dark night, 1287|Oh the voice of the night. Oh the night! 1287|Oh the night when I leave thee. Oh the night! 1287|Whilst I wander in deeps, and in the bosom of slumber, 1287|Where the bright night bird, 'mid storms, is hunting the deer, 1287|In a dark, dark forest, in a dark, dark forest, 1287|Oh the cruel night of parting. Oh the night! 1287|Oh the night when thou wilt wander no more in my bosom, 1287|With the star of the night, thy friend, to be more than ever thy friend, 1287|Unto thine own home, to thy own hearth, I shall never return, 1287|Though I know not my home, nor hast thou that home to return. 1287|Thou art gone! 'Tis dark! and a voice of anguish calls out for thee.-- 1287|Thou know'st not that house, nor hast thou, nor hast made of it to-day. 1287|And the wind comes a-calling! and the night is wild and woeful, 1287|And the dark forest grows black in the midnight's midnight hour. 1287|Oh the dark forest, oh the dark night! 1287|Oh the night when my heart is breaking, 1287|When on my lonely couch, when I lie on the floor, 1287|My head is heavy, my heart is heavy, 1287|Oh the cruel, the silent night! 1287|Oh the night when thou wilt wander no more in my bosom, 1287|With the star of the night thy friend, to return to thy home. 1287|But I know thee not! Oh the night! 1287|Oh that night when thou wilt wander no more in my bosom, 1287|With the star of the night thy friend, to return to thine home. 1287|The moon, above the meadows of the mountains, 1287|On her silver bath floats, 1287|The stream that runs by with many cresses, 1287|The river that doth appear. 1287|Songs from many nations rise to my ears, 1287|But the one song from my infancy 1287|I still adore. 1287|What is beauty? 'Tis, to me, a flower, 1287|From whose pretty petals waken'd 1287|Tears, that the day brings with it, e'en at night, 1287|Dim beginnings of delight. 1287|What is pleasure? 'Tis to look on the stream, 1287|While the clouds in the heaven 1287|Are floating, so swiftly and gleaming, 1287|And in such fair compass. 1287|What is love? 'Tis an image of the bright God, 1287|In the eyes of the maiden fair; 1287|Who, from the morning of life, until the hour of death, 1287|At her birth day 1287|Was always a child, her joy in the eyes 1287|Of all living creatures is manifest. 1287|Then, look not into yonder vale, 1287|The valley so peaceful is; 1287|For I ======================================== SAMPLE 20380 ======================================== 1645|Tongued, and I, all of my spirit, gave 1645|Thee, Lord. But thy love has wrought this deed, 1645|Who made me so all thine in all my days, 1645|And filled my veins with fire from Thy truth. 1645|This is thy wisdom. I have heard it taught, 1645|And yet my mind is wroth with all the day, 1645|Wroth with the night. Thou wilt not let it be, 1645|Not thou, sweet Lord: for thou hast wrought this deed. 1645|Yet, though it was done with sin, is not my will. 1645|'Tis God's will that I make thee mine again. 1645|Nay, be not grieved. Be happy evermore. 1645|I am not glad of thine old happiness. 1645|Thy mind is pure enough as a temple's wall, 1645|Whose windows see three thousand years of faith; 1645|And I, a priest above all that live; 1645|I bear thy love, and I have not an hour 1645|To be unhappy to thine, my lord. 1645|Give thy heart to mine,--do thou forget mine own! 1645|Give me thy heart, and make me happy. 1645|The spirit of the earth is but a day, 1645|But the heart thereof a year, indeed, 1645|Until the man be but a babe again. 1645|It was enough. Thou didst not go. 1645|Thy heart might find the path of the heart, 1645|And turn the other way for a life 1645|Less fraught with sorrow than to bear up 1645|The love I had for thee. And so, 1645|Thou didst forget my word in the spring, 1645|And love me still, and leave me the way I found; 1645|For thou wert happy, Lady, as she is! 1645|Not as a maid in her sweet prime, 1645|Dew-wet, and naked, and aching 1645|Of love-knots broken on her maiden brow, 1645|But in a shape with the sinewy strife 1645|Of youth for clothing, and with strength to bear 1645|The love of my heart's desire, and set it down 1645|As my fair queen, not as she once was fair, 1645|Thou still shalt breathe the scent of many flowers, 1645|Though many tongues shall mock thee and scorn. 1645|No: in thy woman she is beauty-free; 1645|And beauty is thy priest, with anointed hand 1645|And lips that still shall speak thy loving words; 1645|And through her mouth the word of thy love 1645|Shall spread to earth an answer to the stars, 1645|Which at some dawn of prophecy shall turn 1645|Her tongues to seraphim in a loud refrain - 1645|Oh! when shall men ask of his lips, 1645|Who made thee such a woman, 1645|Why this sweet song, and why this ditty? 1645|Oh! for the breath of my soul, 1645|That breathed it when we were two, 1645|Fate brought it to my mouth, the morning; 1645|Fate that shall make and seal thee. 1645|Fate bringeth death to all, the morning; 1645|Death, death, death, thou shalt not heed it; 1645|Only I knew the words of sorrow, 1645|And only I shall weep them. 1645|O woman! in a woman's skin, 1645|Like the white cloud on the sea, 1645|Like the morning-tide and wave, 1645|Thou wert pure, yet in thy soul 1645|There crept a something, a fear; 1645|Ah! only I, only I! 1645|Was it but the breath of life 1645|Thou brought of morning, noon, and night, 1645|Shivering from some holy place? 1645|A shadow, a ghost that came 1645|Strange and huge, to be thy priest - 1645|A priest without a cross, 1645|A priest in his own right land, 1645|A priest to live, a priest to die! 1645|O woman! 'Tis ======================================== SAMPLE 20390 ======================================== May be well worth your pains to get, 615|Nor think all ways but the best: what, though he wait 615|To see how your enterprise can prosper most, 615|It yet behoves you, if you will have the same, 615|To first advise; and if I see the prize 615|Of good advice in his exceeding skill, 615|To win the cavalier, and make the worth 615|Of the good counsel in the hearing heard." 615|-- "Ah! be the very thought (the Saracen cried), 615|Who first so well advised the gentle dame: 615|And thou in very sooth, (for thou wilt see 615|How much such good advice is the first and best, 615|That none but he should tell it, or make claim 615|To it,) be content with that, first sought." 615|-- "And how can I (if I have any say 615|Of mine) with due respect, with just intent, 615|With humble reverence, and with humble fear, 615|Do such a thing? But since I must, for this, 615|Assist the cavalier of all the rest, 615|I will the matter from thy lips impart. 615|"This knight is not a craven or a spy: 615|How, and wherefore, I only know in sooth: 615|Yet is he prone to every sort of crime: 615|I know him fond of glory, and of guile: 615|And thus the more to him the judgement runs, 615|The more to thee, and less to any one. 615|But that thou know'st, in few words, the cavalier, 615|Learn, that in whatsoe'er I mention him, 615|I speak of him to make thy good assown. 615|"To know our cavalier is all I claim 615|Aye to the end; that by his valour he 615|May more for thee and me appear in show, 615|Than if 'twere absent, or in distant clime. 615|But he, if thou wilt hear, and to the truth 615|The tale will bear, thou wilt find is the same. 615|"For all which him I could of his recite, 615|Would I my tale be able, and translate 615|As well the rest; but, since I cannot show 615|The warlike knight to thee as to others, 615|That I of him may render English wit, 615|And in a few words render all the rest. 615|"So, when he saw that on his knight he read, 615|Suspended in a knightly ring he stood, 615|He to the others turned his visage pale, 615|With anger, that the sight was taken: 615|And thus of him did most contemptuously 615|He speak: 'Who is that youth, who, as I ween, 615|May with his weapon slay me, while I stand 615|Unharmed and at his largesse?' To a knight 615|The Saracen by the arm restored anew 615|Ulad, did answer the fair damsel, and, 615|'That gentleman I see no more: 615|For him the lady fair so many a day 615|Hath been with him in holy rite: 615|He was so good that, by the help of him, 615|The dame, so blithe in love's pure nest, 615|No sooner could she hear that youth's decree 615|That he, or he or he or he should take 615|The hand of damsel, than, with his fair arms, 615|She to her love renewed the vows she plight. 615|"Her brother sent, this while, a herald to her 615|To sue she and her guerdon make sincere, 615|That she in knightly arts to him would do, 615|Or ever he would come away with me 615|To foreign countries; and she would her send 615|(Without prejudice to my inquiry, 615|Which had so long been pressing upon) 615|To summon him, if he did wish the ring 615|To be engrave on his finger; but as soon 615|As they should come, for him the herald said, 615|The Saracen would all in secret take, 615|And with that message make an end of the same. 615|"I for my brother were not yet disposed 615|So to refuse his suit, but my reply 615|Was, ======================================== SAMPLE 20400 ======================================== 5408|From the fountains of the skies; 5408|If the water-lilies sweet were grown, 5408|Flowers of the watery plain: 5408|If the peacock with a silver thread 5408|Wove the web in the grass: 5408|If the lily of the water-flowers 5408|Neath wild gardens by the river-side, 5408|Faintly blossoming in dells and steeps, 5408|Whispering balmily to the breeze: 5408|If the lily, with a violet heart, 5408|Peeped in at her secret recess, 5408|With the lily-buds uptoddlting, 5408|Mingled in the lilac-vest; 5408|If the lily-buds the budlars shook 5408|And fluttered to the breeze: 5408|If the water-plant in the valley 5408|Languished at its dying hour: 5408|If the lily-petals wove the wreath, 5408|Weaving it o'er the fern: 5408|If the apple-tree, its branches proud 5408|Waving in purple, gold and green, 5408|Mouldered by the river's bed, 5408|Velvet yet unshaken be - 5408|If the apple-tree to the blue 5408|Thin as tiny bubbles fly: 5408|If the apple-blossom with a bright 5408|Soft tinge of yellow was born, 5408|Warm, yet tender as a flower: 5408|If the apple-blossom, like to a kiss, 5408|Fell on the withering apple, 5408|And dropt from the blossoming tree, 5408|Fell on the budded apples bare, 5408|Fell on the virgin apple 5408|As a dew-drop falls on mountain height 5408|Plump and ripe, yet aye unpurged: 5408|If the apple-blossom, plump and fair, 5408|Mouldered by the river's flood, 5408|Mouldered by its floods of silver sheen, 5408|Ever bitter-sweet, and ripe: 5408|If the apple-blossom bud and swell, 5408|Gently falling from the fern, 5408|Gently rippling down the glen, 5408|Tearing through rocks and briery heath, 5408|Withering on the mountain-side: 5408|If the apple-blossom were the gift 5408|Of a kindly, lovely, watery heart, 5408|Gleaming there in the ferny dell: 5408|If this wondrous blossom were of Love, 5408|Beautiful, sweet, and dew-kissed: 5408|If a fairy, tiny, fairy bud 5408|In the water-courses of the morn, 5408|Cared not for the root-tangle brown, 5408|Carened not for the branches gray, 5408|Cared not for the roots of green, 5408|But shone from out the water-tree - 5408|By the waters of this dale was born 5408|All the bloom of the summer-day. 5408|Then the maiden, in her girdling gown, 5408|Saw how the pebbles, by a tide 5408|Hung in wait, fled to her right 5408|As the pebbles from her maidenship 5408|Sailed on in eager line to her. 5408|Thus by water-courses, where she passed, 5408|She found beauty in a face. 5408|Thus by water-courses, on her way 5408|To the distant world of men, she came 5408|To where the sons of men were free, 5408|To where the men of earth were free. 5408|There she saw the women of her time, 5408|In the land of all her thought and sight, 5408|Dressing in rich trappings rare, 5408|Girded nicely for the festive dance 5408|To the fête at Ô Pleasure's feet, 5408|And to dance to the festive music 5408|For the maidens of the days to be, 5408|To the festal gift of liberty. 5408| ======================================== SAMPLE 20410 ======================================== 37452|Of some unearthly race 37452|That was of clay and flesh a-twist, 37452|And of the flesh was stone-- 37452|Of clay and stone a-twist 37452|A-twisting man and beast 37452|Into the shape of man and beast. 37452|For, in his very face, 37452|As in his heart, 37452|Came a strange, strange joy, 37452|Which was not of earth or man, 37452|But all-creating god. 37452|And his eyes were the gates of hell, 37452|So that it was his doom 37452|To have seen, by his death's first gate, 37452|That strange, new god and fiend, 37452|Whom we knew of old from our first birth! 37452|But from his lips and eyes 37452|In his mouth, as in a flower, 37452|A sweet secret poured 37452|Of all that he was, and would, 37452|And what he would, and could. 37452|And he murmured in his heart 37452|The very words which are 37452|In the Psalmist's speech to the Seraphim, 37452|And, in his words, that words he wrought, 37452|He told us the whole story-- 37452|Of the first birth and birth of man:-- 37452|'My name was Eblis, my form was fashioned out 37452|Of my mother's clay, with power of a god 37452|And beauty and dominion over hell. 37452|'I went forth to my joy, 37452|My earthly joy, and the gods 37452|Came up and took me captive, 37452|And set me by the shore 37452|Of Stygian water, by their will, 37452|In their heaven-abiders' land. 37452|'Till darkness overshone 37452|My heart, and the gods 37452|Went down into the water, 37452|And the sky grew dark with cloud. 37452|'And as I had in my body been 37452|A man long after grown divine, 37452|And as my body then lay dead, 37452|A god went down to earth;-- 37452|And he found me, with my flesh-and-blood 37452|And clay and body stripped to bones, 37452|With never a name and dead.' 37452|Thenceforth I am not of that god 37452|That bore me in the flesh-and-blood 37452|Which was not of the earth or the sky, 37452|But of the earth and the sky. 37452|But he knows me by my flesh-and-blood, 37452|And by my flesh-and-bones and hair, 37452|And by the hair I love the fairest, 37452|And by the fair body I have borne 37452|I see him in that godhead's face, 37452|Who was not from me born 37452|But from his mother, with a seed 37452|Of a divine mortality. 37452|Thencefore he went away, and 37452|I was cast forth from my mother, 37452|And from his mother was I cast forth 37452|Into the earth and the sky. 37452|'I am not the one that should be blest,' 37452|He saith now, and smiles on me 37452|As one that laughs in heaven, 37452|But he is the one that he should be. 37452|From what god sprang I? 37452|For I was but given to him 37452|Where, in that man's body 37452|Gnashing I was set. 37452|'For him the God of the world 37452|Cried aloud to his father from heaven: 37452|"Put forth a small and lowly tongue for me, 37452|Be born to me, O thou God, and I will set 37452|Anointed king of nations beneath thine feet." 37452|'But, forsooth, for a very purpose, 37452|He has not even born, 37452|Says the man, 'of himself; 37452|Husband and father both, but not to the wife-- 37452|For I would hear 37452|Of the other fatherhood that has been given, 37452|And the other ======================================== SAMPLE 20420 ======================================== 19385|My lassie, I canna' tell ye the same! 19385|Oh, wilt thou be my ain, my dearie? 19385|Oh, wilt thou be my ain? 19385|Thou canna, my bonnie lassie, 19385|Until our e'ell is black wi' mire! 19385|When thy dear yoke is upon thy brow, 19385|And thy father haps a' the day, 19385|Come, my love, and be sae sweet to me 19385|As thysel' ha' ye tane to the warl'! 19385|Wha hauds fu' before his ain lassie? 19385|Wha but my lassie's near him? 19385|Her shoon i' the gloamin' sae gaun! 19385|Her shoon i' the gloamin' sae gaun! 19385|Sae lang wi' a lassie yon callan, 19385|My ain lassie's near him! 19385|The licht o' the lave o't was my ain bride, 19385|Her e'e was on fire fu' o' hate an' shame; 19385|I saw her mak a shroud o' a' the birk: 19385|I sat beside her grave the lang day through. 19385|She's gane far awa' for gude luck and a'; 19385|The warl' she daur'd to auld Scotland to make 19385|Her ain auld Scots heart feel laffin' again! 19385|She's gane far awa' for gude luck an' a; 19385|I never saw her, an' wha wad I be? 19385|She gav my fiddle a kink an' then wi' a' her fum; 19385|The warl' she daur'd to auld Scotland to make. 19385|There's a lass wha gars my e'e twitch wi' ire, 19385|The duleff's nest that's nest in my lady's e'e; 19385|It's nought but my lassie she's far awa', 19385|The warl', she daur'd to auld Scotland to make. 19385|My lassie wha a' I do' dee, wha? 19385|My lassie wha a' I do' dee, 19385|My true love thocht he'd give her a clark, 19385|But she said, "It can'na be a crawie, 19385|Hae, hae the wormts up your gults? 19385|They can'na gang to the dang o' your e'e, 19385|For it's a' for a wormts to auld Scotland to make! 19385|They can'na gang to the dang o' your e'e, 19385|For it's a' for a wormts to auld Scotland to make!" 19385|She's gane far awa' for gude luck an' a; 19385|Hae, hae the wormts up your gults? 19385|The wormt wha's awa' has no heart to live, 19385|But he's a' hame for a thocht fu' hie, 19385|And wha but a thocht fu' hie would make him gie 19385|The wormt wha's awa' has no heart to live! 19385|Weel wha's me, my lass, but the bogie's fuke, 19385|And wha but a' fu' hie has a heart like thee, 19385|The wormt wha's awa' has no heart to live; 19385|For I dinna know but I'll be auld in a week, 19385|And I donna know, but I'll be auld in a week. 19385|Weel wha's me, my lass, but the bog-spot green! 19385|And wha but a bog-spot green has a heart to gie, 19385|Wha has a heart when he has a braw new heart? 19385|I dinna know but I'll be auld in a week, 19385|And I donna know, but I'll be auld in a week. 19385|I dinna know but I'll be ======================================== SAMPLE 20430 ======================================== 30332|Of the strange, long-haired, and tall-browed men whom 30332|He had done battle with in the old war-time, 30332|The war-god, Scylla, and the hideous snake, 30332|The Titan, who, in after-times, wrought ill; 30332|There was some memory of him, the old man, 30332|Though the man had died long years ago, 30332|If ever there was memory in this place. 30332|He thought in strange and silent thoughts a space, 30332|Till a great flame of anguish, thick and red 30332|With ashes, from his eyes was released. 30332|And in the thicket now where he had stood 30332|Through that strange night of sorrow, he alone 30332|Began to speak with that unearthly voice; 30332|"Naught, no, naught, by what name I shall call it 30332|Will it be known to thee; naught, naught, whatever, 30332|That I was named of now, ere now I live, 30332|And nought save death must me so suddenly, 30332|Now that my sight be wholly turned to thee. 30332|I will go hence, and go my way away 30332|Unto the place where I will die, when there, 30332|For love of thee, for love of all this world, 30332|I have no word of praise to utter now, 30332|No need of anything to thee, nor need 30332|To say me by what name I shall be known, 30332|To thee, and to my fellows, to-night at least. 30332|Then will I speak, though silent oft, till I 30332|Know if I did well in any fair place 30332|To find this bliss, this light, or speak so bold, 30332|As I have now, as I must do again." 30332|He seemed as though he fain would do what all must do, 30332|And all the love he had for her had fled; 30332|And, sitting at the fire, he strove to fathom 30332|How there might yet be love in any man. 30332|But the great night had passed, and the great day 30332|Had come on him, as it seemed, out of heaven 30332|For his great task in the dreadful long-ago; 30332|And from that time forward she must be his wife 30332|Unto all men; for now, as yet, he knew 30332|No other name but "Queen," though there was grief 30332|About him like other men's, and little peace, 30332|And all the world seemed wrong. 30332|Then, when at last 30332|He had begun to think of what next should be, 30332|The great joy that his life had meant for her, 30332|The great joy, if all things else were equal, 30332|He seemed, in thinking of this, to grow great 30332|With the pride of manhood, and to look ahead 30332|And see, in some strange way, how fair a Queen 30332|Was at his feet, and if a man might go 30332|Into that place by being such as he. 30332|So he bade his servants cast a big mould 30332|Of him into such shape and likeness there, 30332|And by their labour, with a crown of thorn-twigs 30332|And white garlands brought him, from the land of tears, 30332|Into the great hall, and then his eyes turned 30332|On the great feast that was about to be. 30332|There, in those great hall-courts, many a day 30332|Must all those women sit with their fair lord there, 30332|A great cloud of pale wan people of years; 30332|Nor of themselves might they know such great joy, 30332|But had for him no part, or only mocked 30332|The man whom they had once been, till the man 30332|Took of his head then; and on those white bodies 30332|That were his garments he would have mixed then 30332|The white and blood of the man, and then all there 30332|In the great feast he would have crowned them all 30332|Without a beginning. Nor was it meet, 30332|This great king's birthday, of him to crown 30332| ======================================== SAMPLE 20440 ======================================== 19221|Where the wild swan glides above the water, 19221|And the thrush-hawk seeks the dewy glade, 19221|They wander not as mortals do, 19221|And I love them for their own dear sake. 19221|And when the day is gone, and twilight begins 19221|To lengthen the stillness of the sky, 19221|And stars look down with half-averted eyes, 19221|And winds seem drifting in a vague, wavering maze, 19221|They beckon with their little hands, I love them still-- 19221|Love them for their own dear sake. 19979|I never loved a girl till I met my first; 19979|I only loved her for the sake of thee; 19979|For the pleasure and the purity of a girl 19979|Is the dear pleasure and purity of the boy. 19979|Her eyes were bright and bright are they now, 19979|Her hair was white and white to-night, 19979|And white as midnight clouds it flowed 19979|Or stars that shine above the hill: 19979|Like white dawns the sunbeams were seen, 19979|And pure as earliest dawning snow. 19979|She smiled on me and fond and gay, 19979|Singing o'er dreams of other days; 19979|And sweet in love was she as light 19979|As April rain in summer shower. 19979|We were so near--I felt no pain; 19979|Nor ever knew a hurt like mine; 19979|I knew she loved me since we met; 19979|And I was grateful for her pray'r, 19979|Tears would have made a stupid thing. 19979|I only love a girl at last, 19979|The precious little thing I hold 19979|So dear above all earthly things, 19979|The first in purity to shine 19979|In purest light, immortal beauty. 19979|Oh, happy day when I could love 19979|As young and full of gentle truth, 19979|As young and bright of mood, as she, 19979|As beautiful as a pure spring. 19979|But no such happiness could I 19979|In youth's gay glimmer be divine, 19979|No bliss of all those joys before 19979|Could from their tanglement twine my soul. 19979|But no: we only know our lot, 19979|And that the earth is full of woe, 19979|And that a weary world we lead, 19979|And feel our hearts with care grow cold. 19979|'Tis but an hour of wasted night, 19979|And my young love awake is come, 19979|To wake me in the morn of light, 19979|Her voice so subtle well has panted, 19979|Sweet, sweet, long love-tune to me. 19979|Her words have panted, and she sings, 19979|Long love-tune to me. 19979|No more, my mind hath such sweet range; 19979|But she must sing, or I must chaunt; 19979|Alas, with her there's not one chance, 19979|It were my lot to sing or chaunt. 19979|I envy neither sex nor state; 19979|In this full world of woe I see 19979|No light, no pleasure, that can move 19979|Like the sweet strain of this true heart. 19979|But who can tell, what love will win, 19979|Or what their burning love will prove? 19979|What hope will yield--what joy impart? 19979|For you alone it cannot die, 19979|To you I give my lips, the chain, 19979|To kiss upraised to You with prayer. 19979|O, be your friends as well as they, 19979|Your foes as well as mine, 19979|Who love and guard you, still as true 19979|As when first planted on the ground. 19979|In days of yore (she will declare 19979|Why fame for such another sprang) 19979|She came unto our strand, and bore 19979|The royal seal of our decree 19979|In triumph to her royal tent; 19979|In this the ship of state was freighted; 19979|The seal, in sign of royal sway, 19979|That to her was made ======================================== SAMPLE 20450 ======================================== 1279|And aye shall be mine, 1279|When they've found him to kill; 1279|They've killed him o'er the burn 1279|And they'll kill him again. 1279|And an' ye've aye thought it fit, 1279|My wee croodlin' luve, 1279|Ye maun gon in a breen, bonnie fair, 1279|The lass o' Dunblane. 1279|Now, lassie, be a bride, 1279|Wi' your-owre braw new daurkin; 1279|And aye bring up daddie's sons 1279|To serve ye, lassie. 1279|And gin ye hae a lang head, 1279|Or have aye been ragin', 1279|Sae dinna care a thocht 1279|To think on daddie's lack! 1279|When you're ae widow's taen, 1279|And your heart's in a kail-yard, 1279|How mony lads I'd want aead 1279|To think on daddie's losin! 1279|Thae lads are men, and can play 1279|At thae deadly games, 1279|And at their plays aye I ween 1279|Reckons good for a'! 1279|But aye on auld claur'd Bray 1279|They never play the hunder, 1279|But only the bachelour, 1279|And that's the thing they ca'-- 1279|The Bray Clans folk are bonnie, 1279|Mair braw than ae auld dog, 1279|And fiewly to see them play 1279|At the Bray Clans aye! 1279|Ye ken what's the thing that kens,-- 1279|The kane's ae braw auld man, 1279|And kens his ain self aye 1279|Wi' the kane's ain face. 1279|Ye ken what's the thing that ken,-- 1279|The blude-skin'd man's ain mither, 1279|And that's the thing that weet,-- 1279|As foaming now and then 1279|Wi' twa wee e'e's that braw. 1279|The kirklie lads are bonnie, 1279|Like the lasses o' Bray; 1279|The wee blinks o' Bray Clans 1279|Can only see them lo'ed: 1279|And a' their ain age, I ween, 1279|Gat seven faulds siller, 1279|But a' their neighbours' goods 1279|Are like o' their smo'! 1279|The Bray Clans folk are bonnie, 1279|Mair braw than ae auld dog, 1279|And fiewly to see them play 1279|At the Bray Clans aye! 1279|A' ye want a ca', my bonnie dear, 1279|I hae a gude will to win ye; 1279|I hae a gude will to win ye, 1279|And that's the thing I'm gaun to do. 1279|Tune--"_Gude'll be the rest wi' me." 1279|Gude'll be the rest wi' me, 1279|When yon'er ye see my ha'f in't, 1279|A little spunk I'll win ye; 1279|The lave in't and oor gude will gie ye 1279|Wi' the same in't ye shall see. 1279|Thae lave in't and oor gude will gie ye 1279|Wi' the same in't ye shall see; 1279|God send us a' our mony choods to see! 1279|Hezekooke the warld for to see! 1279|When ye hae seen the gude in't, 1279|Then ye shall hae na bogle see 1279|The rest for to see. 1279|An' ye hae seen, my trusty fause friend, 1279|The rest to mak a truce wi' me, 1279|If ye maun think on't and come nae to me. 1279|Tune--" ======================================== SAMPLE 20460 ======================================== 21016|Of such a day as this. 21016|Here's peace--to-night, I say! 21016|Here's peace. 21016|In all the worlds they may choose 21016|From the fields to the realms afar. 21016|They will not have the sea. 21016|In all the worlds, my friend, 21016|There's peace. 21016|Away, hence! with your talk of fame, 21016|Of a name yet to be, of a fame 21016|Foretasted, unearnest. 21016|In my prime of life, there was none 21016|So welcome to me. 21016|In the depth of my prime of years, 21016|There's peace 21016|"But how shall we come back?" I cried: 21016|"But how 21016|Back to the old familiar place, 21016|How can we go?"-- 21016|O for a stream to flow, 21016|Back to the first familiar shore, 21016|How can we fly? 21016|There's peace! There's peace! There's peace! 21016|And all the lands of the earth, 21016|From the east to the south, from the pole, 21016|From the feet of the night, 21016|How happy we shall be! 21016|How happy, and all that dwell in it, 21016|The wayside lochs and little flats and fells, 21016|The ferny secret canyons and wolds, 21016|The woodland fringes and the river stones. 21016|And the old friends of childhood, the dear 21016|And pleasant pastimes, the unassuming play, 21016|The little pains, the little pleasures, the 21016|Soft times with my Mrs. Smith, 21016|The summer nights in summer dresses 21016|At eight, at eight we would lie down, 21016|And hear the brooks 21016|Go gurgling down along the placy lawn 21016|And smell the fruited sweet 21016|Out of the six-o'clock sky. 21016|And so forget the sorrows our youth 21016|Has made so deep for years to come, 21016|And sleep in pleasant ways. 21016|There was a boy was always hungry; 21016|Two little legs he wore instead of a coat; 21016|A great big belly kept on puffing like a biff; 21016|Two eyes and no nose, 21016|Two eyes that never knew; 21016|He had such big, round hands, they must have been fists. 21016|He never could touch anything but a loaf of bread. 21016|He never knew how to turn over the box; 21016|He never knew how to roll the six-digit up. 21016|He never knew the pleasure to make a dime; 21016|He never knew 21016|How to rake, or how to scull, 21016|Nor how to roll a six-digit up. 21016|He never cared to buy me a hat. 21016|He never knew how to roll a six-digit down. 21016|He never tried to help his little brother sleep; 21016|He never spoke 21016|A word of gibberish. 21016|When I was very young 21016|I used to see these things, 21016|And then a year or two 21016|They never made a noise 21016|That we could make a noise 21016|But it was almost certain 21016|That when we tried, 21016|They'd come and pull the hair 21016|And we'd look at each 21016|A nickel as if we 21016|Had sold him something. 21016|I used to laugh, and cry, and grin! 21016|We thought about 21016|How if we never could 21016|Have said "No thank you," 21016|We would have looked 21016|With our "No thank youes." 21016|It is the world's strange way: 21016|A little thing 21016|Will grow a great thing. 21016|He never heard the story told, 21016|He never saw the picture blown up, 21016|He never saw that it was just 21016|Some phantom thing. 21016|He never saw what was done 21016|And said, "Well, it ======================================== SAMPLE 20470 ======================================== 3295|They are so small, and so fair, and so true, 3295|A woman could scarcely touch them, yet 3295|She knows them and they are hers, and must wear 3295|Their charm when all may find them but a toy. 3295|She, too, is one in whom love had a part, 3295|As she in this, with eyes that smiled on me. 3295|"Well done!" quoth she, "with all thy might thy heart, 3295|And let me now a parting take, my love. 3295|If the heart that has loved me should not love, 3295|Why does my hair grow wet with oil, my sweet?" 3295|O golden, golden sun! O happy earth! 3295|No more I will give thee kiss, no more I will 3295|Heap out the grapes upon thy pleasant slopes, 3295|I will not, if thou wert mine, give this life 3295|Thy love's reward, nor take the thought of death 3295|As an uncertain treasure, with uncertain name, 3295|Thou knowest 'tis worth all thought, the joy of love, 3295|Love's glory and its last hope and last prayer. 3295|Love came to me while leaves were wet with dew, 3295|Gently he asked how I could ever be 3295|"Oh"--she smiled to me with half-turned eyes, 3295|"The rose is gone that followed the sun. 3295|Thou art the rose, as fair thy words are sweet; 3295|Thou art my mane, my mouth, my eyes, my heart. 3295|Thou art life, my lips, my heart, my love, my soul, 3295|Thine eyes in their glory and all mine own." 3295|"Then you will let me, love?"--"I cannot quell 3295|The passion within my heart. I will obey. 3295|My love will follow the sun, and I will love, 3295|And thou wilt follow the skies, and I will follow thee." 3295|The sweetest song I ever heard 3295|Lay hidden here in my heart to-day; 3295|I would not see it else, for, in my soul, 3295|It tells me how much I have loved you. 3295|What though you wear the garb of flowers, 3295|Your brow is bound with net and wreath, 3295|And you can dance on the vine and thorn, 3295|Dancing with shadows, with dew, 3295|With sweetly-flowing voices of birds, 3295|With words of love and love's sweet mirth. 3295|All the day long in my sweet sight 3295|I have heard you, I have seen you, 3295|Walking down the sunlit ways, 3295|In your green cap's deep folds upfold; 3295|Weaving like a fairy chain, 3295|Your limbs of loveliness, your tresses, 3295|Troubled by tears, a little sad. 3295|I love your eyes, the brightest eyes 3295|In this world, my fair white rose; 3295|When your little drops of glory 3295|Gush through the dewy mist, 3295|And their radiance glows and illumes 3295|The world where you are born and fed. 3295|The blue sky, the sea, the clouds, 3295|Have passed between us before; 3295|And all that hath bound the world thus 3295|Has pass'd between us again; 3295|And yet we are as different things 3295|As this light--as we the flowers. 3295|As fresh and green as your cheeks, 3295|As soft as your hair's bloom, 3295|As bright as your eyes' ethereal gleam, 3295|As close as your lips, your eyes. 3295|I love you with a love that cannot forget; 3295|I have been blind, and so was poor to-day. 3295|What shall I do, my soul, if thy heart be weary, 3295|That I am weary and wearied at heart? 3295|What shall I do--what shall I dare to do, 3295|To stay, alive, that all my days are done? 3295|What shall I dare to say when I hear thee sigh, 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 20480 ======================================== 1746|And still I have my love in the dark, my love in the dark, 1746|As the dew upon the bough of the maple is sweet: 1746|And I am his wife in the dark, his wife in the dark, 1746|And our love shall not be changed for the years to be. 1746|Shepherds of the wilderness, when thou wast far away, 1746|With thy eyes on the far horizon and mine on the marge, 1746|Thy voice with its human voice was piping--I still hear it, 1746|Echoing back to the stars thy words of counsel and love. 1746|I heard them on the path to Wairakis, and, soon or late, 1746|Thou wouldst find me and they told me the tale of the Dead, 1746|Where the lone and westering sunrise holds its breath, 1746|From the lone and westering sunset, in a heart of flame. 1746|I was in love, and I said to myself in my thinking: 1746|"I shall go forth, and my days shall be long on the cliff, 1746|Till the starless night fall like a spirit, or vanish. 1746|And there shall be love for the maiden in me that is gone, 1746|And a love for her husband, though it be in the dead." 1746|And ever I follow thy feet that trail the dewy grass, 1746|And ever I hear the lonely call of the dusk breeze 1746|In the stillness, and in the stillness hear again 1746|The voice of my youth, that told me of the holy place, 1746|When through the green of the forest on its little flight 1746|A voice seemed to say in my ear, "Sing an easy song," 1746|Ere yet the dawn was brown on the lonely shore: 1746|And ever my heart is young, and ever its hope is strong, 1746|And I am the man that was a child when I was dwelling 1746|In the green of the forest on the little flight. 1746|And still I have her for witness, and ever she will say 1746|"Sing an easy song," and my heart shall rejoice in her, 1746|For the voice that once spoke of the holy place is fled: 1746|And I shall not know from the past to the future, so long 1746|As my hand is here, her hand, on my arm, her eyes 1746|Have ever been there, and ever she says "Sing an easy song." 1746|Oft hath the young men of your tribe 1746|Tried their arrows on the seas, 1746|Ever at the sun had they gazed 1746|For her shining form at her cave. 1746|I am the sea-gull that was sent 1746|To waken all the sleeping sea, 1746|And I am Death, and I will be 1746|Your wedded friend forevermore. 1746|The maiden maids of your tribe 1746|Have gazed across the shining tide, 1746|And their tears are in the rain, 1746|And their hearts are full of songs of praise 1746|For the maiden maiden at the door! 1746|Long and oft her feet have trod 1746|The sounding waters, wild with foam 1746|As a fleet-winged eagle of the skies 1746|Swoops to his home above the east. 1746|And to a star that trembles far 1746|Her little feet have gone to win 1746|The beauty of life, without end. 1746|The maiden maids of your tribe 1746|Have gazed across the shining tide, 1746|And their tears are in the rain, 1746|And their hearts are full of songs of praise 1746|For the maiden maiden at the door! 1746|O'er the highlands where they come 1746|The maidens of your tribe 1746|Walk gaunt and long in the sun's weary light, 1746|All clad in their maiden white. 1746|They meet in the evening dewy morn 1746|And sing together at the end of day, 1746|At the window of the cottage of death 1746|Or at the cave of death on the shore. 1746|O'er the crest of the blue hills of morn 1746|The maiden maidens of your tribe 1746|Glide ======================================== SAMPLE 20490 ======================================== 11351|The boy is dead. 11351|O, dear baby dear! I'm glad that you are safe; 11351|I wish I could be sure that you are sleeping well 11351|In God's love and care, and not in the dirt and grime! 11351|I have a little doll of hers; she's very small, 11351|And I don't want her very long; I only have her 11351|To keep her warm; she's been out of season lately. 11351|I wish her long and well, 11351|But I'd let her stay till she was somewhat older. 11351|She is not quite my size, 11351|And she knows that; it's better for both of us 11351|That she should grow so; I'm ready to let her go. 11351|I wish she had a name, 11351|An' a husband and a home, too, and a stable, 11351|And a family, and a decent home to live in. 11351|I'm just a simple, hard-working human being, 11351|With no money to spend, and no family, 11351|But still a kind of an outcast, because 11351|I had good parents, and that's just the way. 11351|And some of them, I must declare, are very rich; 11351|But I can't afford to buy gifts for the girls; 11351|Their mother does it; she's my very first-choice, 11351|Because of her wealth, but as I say, I never 11351|Can decide which is the better thing. 11351|I always had a fancy for dolls, once a young girl, 11351|I thought them pretty, and brought them home with me, 11351|And she was happy with them, and made them always sing: 11351|There was a little brown doll one time, a very small, 11351|In the nursery of the house that used to be mine; 11351|But when I was growing up, some old folks moved the place, 11351|And left all in ruins! Well, I bought a doll at last, 11351|And stuck her on the shelf beside the dolly dear, 11351|While the others went and packed out house and work and fun; 11351|And the dolls all grew up together, and lived together, 11351|And talked together like real folks, but not of play. 11351|I'm sure they were always ready with laughter 11351|To share with the little kids my joy and pleasure; 11351|But I must not spoil them, for they're always just 11351|That little way too long to make them as real as they were. 11351|I'd be glad to give a dolly's head a little bump, 11351|And let her bob around just as she would please. 11351|Sometimes, I've always loved, a dolly comes along 11351|To play around in the yard, and I'll sit in the sun 11351|And watch it bob and circle as it go round and round; 11351|And sometimes I'd think of the big dolly, grown up like me, 11351|And say, "Why _not_ that? It seems so very long ago, 11351|I could never have let that little dolly come between." 11351|And when I think of old dolls, I'd think of them all, 11351|And wonder were they aught but a phantom long ago,-- 11351|With big dolly hair, a big wig, and a big round hat; 11351|And if they were dolls, they'd never have any right arm. 11351|I'd wish that I were the little doll with two big arms. 11351|But when I think of just one dolly there, and all the dolls 11351|That shall have life a long long while--each with a great head, 11351|And a big round hat to protect a large square-chin; 11351|It would seem to be a monstrous task to make them real. 11351|Then I'd wish that I were the doll with a big round eye. 11351|With a big round head where the kids can look and see. 11351|I've seen pretty dolly pictures, but never a real one; 11351|For the eyes would never look, and the head was all but made 11351|For a dolly's head, if I only knew it then and there. 11351|But I guess what I'm saying is ======================================== SAMPLE 20500 ======================================== 20|Loud ringing in my ears them told, 20|That to their shews of mightiness 20|I came, how just I might be chose; 20|That from their stubborn heart I broke 20|Their stubborn heart; that unto Truth 20|They gave their youth, their truth, their vigour, 20|And meek submission, tame and meek, 20|Guilty that I was, abasht, proud 20|And base; that to seduce me 20|I fled, and naked warriour 20|Which doth the naked young to lady, 20|To lady to become; and so 20|I then became that now I am. 20|For not content with their own worth, 20|Or sense of beauty, or of worth, 20|Which is the end and effect of all, 20|I to th' immortal world was bound, 20|And to attend upon their eyes, 20|And to approve, assist, bless, save 20|The few, the chosen few, the high 20|And glorious vision of the Most High, 20|The chosen few with foreheads white 20|As white as virgin snow, the bare 20|And trembling members, the dear name 20|Of Jesus, and this sacred strain, 20|'My Soul, My Soul'--O leave me not 20|One whit behind, let me not tarry 20|In this dunnit, now, now, now, till I 20|Be shewn before the Queen, who still 20|Maketh soft the sword by her breath, 20|And all her strength--for she is kind; 20|Not cruel, not unmanly; not unfriendly 20|To weak and fluttering hearts: yet still 20|She save by saving grants us, save 20|She think that Love her Love should beowe:-- 20|O yet retain these thoughts of Love, 20|These inly slow and ever-fast locks, 20|These beauteous limbs that never looke 20|In beauteous bulk, the whole world's breast 20|And best possessions, while I hither come 20|By night from Circe, or my wise sire, 20|To be beheld before her:--and think 20|That God is just if men doe not live 20|By his sublime precept and his ways 20|Lived without his bane! so goe thou 20|My Soul, and let thy body turn, and say, 20|Admonish me this, this is the end-- 20|Be stern, be strong, be no more let down 20|My soul, on me let down the weight, by him 20|Locked in the arms of the immortal powers, 20|Them that doe not live by reason, but by 20|Rapturous lustre; let down this flood of blood 20|From my blood, and I with thee, O Love, 20|With thee be blesse, O Love, with thee be blest, 20|Thee that doth well and is not gloriously, 20|And on the highest heavens that ever shone 20|Let us part; and there let us sink to bow 20|Handsomer'd, and more content; and let us sever 20|In that sweet Rest let us both desire; 20|O let us part that is most pure, so blest! 20|So might I reach my hand to thee, O Love, 20|And be not weak, for never shall I clasp 20|Since first I felt thee, more congenial life: 20|Thee have I knew so pure, so holy, so blest, 20|That had I strength to touch thy sacred head, 20|I would, if I could, let fall a thousand lines 20|In humble Prose; and though thou shouldst me scorn, 20|Yet, O my Love, might I obey aright. 20|But if thou know'st, confide to me, and say, 20|What is this Love that I adore who bow'd 20|Low before the face of Mary once, 20|Though now with glory by it? It was then 20|The Love that I adore: and now I see 20|How base thy scorn, because I bear the scar 20|Of thy disdain: it was a scar, methinks, 20|That brought me to thy side, that made me come 20|So late a way, O Love; and I have found, 20|Or he would find, if this new Spring prevail, ======================================== SAMPLE 20510 ======================================== 3168|And then--that's a thing of the worst! 3168|A day or two 3168|Of silence where I was-- 3168|Yet, on the day, 3168|In the moonlight, 3168|In the hall 3168|Where I stood, 3168|I saw 3168|On the wall, 3168|For the air 3168|Rang 3168|The clang 3168|Of metal 3168|That shook 3168|At the door 3168|Where I stood-- 3168|And, 3168|By the light 3168|Of the hall and moon, 3168|I understood 3168|Why, 3168|In the shadow 3168|Where I stood there, 3168|In the dark, 3168|I dreamed 3168|Of a wall 3168|With an image 3168|That shone 3168|To the wall above; 3168|I had seen; I had seen. 3168|I stood there: 3168|The moon lit all 3168|The walls 3168|In the hall, 3168|And all the walls shone; 3168|It was a night 3168|Of silence, 3168|And the moonlight 3168|Went through all the walls, 3168|And the clang 3168|Of metal 3168|Was heard. 3168|I had seen 3168|And my spirit 3168|Beheld 3168|The image 3168|Go the long hall; 3168|The moonlight 3168|The hall's 3168|Wall-wall rang; 3168|As the air 3168|Rang, 3168|It seemed the wall was dead. 3168|Why then 3168|I was lost yet-- 3168|I was mad-- 3168|I was mad 3168|With the dream 3168|That dwelt 3168|Of the wall and image. 3168|The air had ceased, 3168|And the moon glittered 3168|As it had shone. 3168|I looked out of the window; 3168|And--yet, 3168|I had dreams; 3168|I had dreams; 3168|And the wall-wall rang; 3168|But, when dreams used 3168|The moon to see 3168|By the windows 3168|On the floor-- 3168|The moonlight 3168|Rang 3168|To the eaves, 3168|And-- 3168|And the walls 3168|Stood silent all. 3168|I dreamt that the moon was shining 3168|Through the windows all night, 3168|And that I stood in the moonlight 3168|At a window in a tower; 3168|And the moon shone here on me 3168|For hours and hours and hours. 3168|And I looked down into the tower - 3168|And I saw 3168|That there were figures there 3168|In moonlight, 3168|And I saw 3168|That there were figures there. 3168|And I thought I saw 3168|The face of a woman there 3168|With a shadow on her hand:- 3168|And I said to my spirit: 3168|"The shadow that goes round 3168|This face is but a shadow, 3168|And she is not a face. 3168|"So, when I see a thing, 3168|That I can not see-- 3168|'Now what may it be?' 3168|Then my soul says to the moon: 3168|"'Now what do I dream 3168|That I see?' 3168|And the moon, of the moon's light, 3168|Cries out to the moon: 3168|"'Dost thou dream 3168|Thou to what dreamest thou?" 3168|"Dost thou dream that I am she? 3168|Do I not see 3168|That I am the sun?" 3168|"Is it so? 3168|And then 3168|Cries out to the sun: 3168|"'Are not both of us the same? 3168|Is it so? 3168|She is I, 3168|She is he, 3168|And neither of us is alone.' 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 20520 ======================================== 1004|The light of that goodly city now is low. 1004|The people were at first with joyous cheer, 1004|But not till late did they deliver up 1004|Unto the peaceable band of Francis. 1004|Then answering with a loud voice there arose 1004|Out of the midst thereof a voice like unto that 1004|Voiced by the Piper 'Surely,' and then turned again. 1004|Therefore I am such that of the first love 1004|None can beat me, though from heaven with winged desire. 1004|I am Beatrice; and am come hitherward 1004|By such a venturous hap, in so great a place, 1004|As will not sound sanctity below there below. 1004|Well do I know thee; and I hope in so sweet 1004|A place, to make myself a fit retreat, 1004|For myself and for thy peace, as I have done." 1004|And I: "As a trusty friend of the family 1004|Who gives alms reverently to me, and keeps his life 1004|And health intact with me, and renders to me 1004|Attendance up at even when I sup me, 1004|So shalt thou further me through thy senses, 1004|When thou shalt have put my caprice to flight." 1004|"From her high capriccio, in which she shows 1004|Her discernment so high, the heaven was riven, 1004|She withdrew her presence so from her, 1004|She gave me power to bow the neck down, 1004|And to make the feet sole in the arch prepare. 1004|Now she was taken so away, a power 1004|Commingled with her presence, that she seemed 1004|So far to have withdrawn herself entirely 1004|From the body's senses, that she left the sight 1004|Of him within it, and his countenance 1004|Was as the mirror where image mirrors he. 1004|Whirling my eye round thus both the hosts of heaven 1004|Did simultaneously withdraw from me. 1004|We were alike immersed beneath the whirling, 1004|Neither of us parted thence by shallow way. 1004|When we had come so far down along the bank, 1004|Where the embankment there is downward dashed, 1004|It seemed that we were to meet the cave of hell, 1004|But in the time it takes us to descend now, 1004|Then I began to see it, where I stood, 1004|And it rolled out through front its mantle green, 1004|Which over-sprent with silver did encircle. 1004|There opposite to the one hour, from the hour 1004|In which from Cana Alp I had my sunset 1004|My course was kept in good order as if every 1004|Element were in its place congregated. 1004|I say the circuit of this Heaven is divided 1004|Into its various zones; and here I heard 1004|A song as if the planets had convened, 1004|And that the space for them was so vast, 1004|That weight of mane, as far as issue from the eye, 1004|To such a point was but the wind's furrow. 1004|The solar, Uranibahn, for him who sees 1004|In the expanse of heaven his portion due, 1004|In high celestial presence was drawing, 1004|With such conjuration o'er them seemed running, 1004|That I began: "Siro, Leo, and Bellino, 1004|In what region then, in what tract has Hell, 1004|That hitherto so fresh and soft an odor, 1004|As bears all offenders back to that degre 1004|From which the first were first not purged but chilled?" 1004|"There all misdeeds are ferried into space, 1004|The cause and end of all calamities," 1004|Replied that sun; "and in their main transit 1004|They rend the curtain which is veiling them. 1004|'Twas thus, oh troubled Hellespont, ye be 1004|All manner of misdeeds feru'd upon you. 1004|But, that ye may not want repose on yourselves, 1004|E'en now will I tell you what ye shall not. 1004|A city full of ======================================== SAMPLE 20530 ======================================== 1383|To serve him as a master; and when by all 1383|In service and at grace he was reared anew, 1383|She, her heart's most ardent beauty in His sight, 1383|To crown him, for her love, for beauty's sake, 1383|Mimed her every charm that made her fair. 1383|At midnight when he rose and from his room 1383|Upward took his step, and the low breathing left, 1383|And rose at last, as the day came out afresh, 1383|And bore the light into the parlour on which he lay: 1383|He seemed to rise, to sail through air in a vision, 1383|A phantom of the light, his sail unfurl to the full, 1383|A phantom of the light, nor look upon the sea, 1383|Yet did he know the sea, and knew himself, and knew 1383|In darkness of that darkness to the sea his Lord. 1383|He gazed across the sea, the night was full of light, 1383|His heart was light, his eyes were lightened to love; 1383|He saw him where he lay, as a lover he stood, 1383|As the light on a lover's face; his arms were spread, 1383|A loving embrace of a loving clasp was made: 1383|While all the sea seemed to make them one in heart, 1383|He and Love, for they were all in their natal place. 1383|The tide of the sea was a tide of the light: 1383|Love, like an eagle, flew the light above: 1383|The tide of the moon was a moonbeam of light: 1383|Love flew the light on the side of the moon: 1383|Each was a twin of the mighty wave and moon. 1383|And so they rose, these twin moons of the world, 1383|Together, as the sea with its tides and stars. 1383|The day was all well-mated with light; 1383|The world was light, and the sea with its tides. 1383|Love made the world so bright with the light 1383|That there arose a wonder in the skies. 1383|The moon looked with a sad love on the sea, 1383|Her heart grew faint in the moon's moon light. 1383|Love, like a lover, saw the sea and sky 1383|His love-lit eyes were gleaming with a curse. 1383|And so she fell, and the tide of the sea, 1383|The sea, the night, the day, rose on them side, 1383|And a wonder was born in the skies; 1383|A wonder of love, though their passion went; 1383|And the day was well-mated with night. 1383|She rose a thousand times, for a thousand years, 1383|As the tides rose and, with no light on the sky, 1383|Ran down, and then dropt for ever away, 1383|A-dropping from Heaven, as drops drop from the steep. 1383|The world grew old, the night was full of light, 1383|As rose and sank were dropt to endless night, 1383|So well-mated they with day, that they fell 1383|With such a drop on the sea and the sky: 1383|It seemed God's drop to be; the sea to the sea; 1383|For the sky had no light; and their drop fell there. 1383|A drop of water shed on a flower. 1383|An eagle flew, the flower to the plain, 1383|The eagle dropt for ever, and all was lost 1383|In the sunset, as dropped from heaven in rain. 1383|A drop of water fell on a pearl 1383|And fell all-out of a flower, like a shell 1383|Of a sweet pearl and yet a shell of shell. 1383|He bore the whole world on the wings of his wings, 1383|And the whole world only bore him aloft. 1383|The eagle dropped from the skies in the night, 1383|As a drop from heaven fell on the waters of foam, 1383|Where, with a drop of water, a drop of dew, 1383|A drop from the dawn and a drop from the day, 1383|He bore the world on his wings till his eyes were dim, 1383|And his feet so ======================================== SAMPLE 20540 ======================================== 1731|And that I loved not, as she loved not, 1731|And had a mind to live or die! 1731|So I came back, but I came back no more, 1731|To see her once again, or know, 1731|Or even guess, by sudden gleams of light 1731|From out the shadowy valley! 1731|Yet there on the last green seat of shaggy rocks 1731|There stands a little white-haired girl, 1731|And ever since that day, she wears upon her head 1731|A necklace of stones just like the rest; 1731|And in her hand she holds an urn, 1731|And in her mouth the ashes fall, 1731|And all her lovely face is grimed of a brown 1731|As it is when she first wasthes in the fields, 1731|Or at a house-foster day 1731|She shines in a soft, unshapely guise, and holds 1731|In one arm a child, while in her another one 1731|Is sheathed about with a golden fringe of weeds 1731|And shaggy hair. And as when the night has come, 1731|With its dark clouds swathed and the stars dawed, 1731|And even the moon's faint spark, as it doth seem 1731|In the air to have its last journey flown 1731|From the full sky, she stands, and while she waits 1731|The time the earth to take her, comes forth to be 1731|A phantom all about her face, and moves 1731|In a manner her own age and youth do move, 1731|And she doth seem the daughter of the Earth 1731|Forlorn, while her heart is heavy with dreams. 1731|And ever in this hour of darkness and light, 1731|As there comes forth a shadow on the sight, 1731|She sees me, and with all her heart she cries, 1731|I KNOW I loved not; for they told me so 1731|When I was a-king in thy land. 1731|I have made answer, dear! O Mother fair 1731|Of the white heart heart and blood of mine, 1731|Mother, let me not go forth. 1731|O my mother, let me not go 1731|As a conqueror who has conquered foes! 1731|And from thy face I have learned yet once more 1731|How sweet the dear word "Let" when first I heard it. 1731|The child, I said: 'tis sweet, I am not sad. 1731|I have been proud. Now let me learn to be 1731|As pure and as sweet as I can be. 1731|And thy mother sat in the casement proud 1731|And heard them sing, but she was proud of none, 1731|And in her heart stood ever the song, 1731|And never had heard aught. 1731|We did not speak, 1731|As in the words that are spoken, but only 1731|In the gladness of the eyes we sit upon. 1731|Our lives are as one flower, whereon the others 1731|Flush forth and fade and begin to flower; 1731|And one is the sweetest, for there is not 1731|A nearer, fairer, or more divine. 1731|And yet, my mother, I would speak 1731|To thee, and to thy mother, O my heart, 1731|And make thy heart proud in the face of me. 1731|Nay, do not; do not. O sweet bird, 1731|In whose low song is a little voice too,-- 1731|I would have a god to keep back love from us! 1731|There are no gods. 1731|I dream not and I know not either. 1731|And thou, I have a faith not all unsearchable, 1731|And ever to thine own self wouldst keep 1731|Thy sweet voice close, and in thy heart to hold 1731|Thyself calm and pure, and from my mouth to die. 1731|But the dream is gone. 1731|There is a voice I knew in a far land, 1731|And it would keep me still in my place, 1731|And my face in the sunshine, with no care,-- 1731|And the gold light of the sunset will ======================================== SAMPLE 20550 ======================================== 1287|To me to make my heart in heaven's depths, 1287|Aye, make it full of gladness and of glory." 1287|Thus, then, she said. Then she withdrew, 1287|And to her breast then lifted she her head, 1287|That her thoughts could not dwell on her so well. 1287|And when she came to her, she found 1287|The night's work complete, for all the world's 1287|Was brightened by the dawn of the dawn of day. 1287|The moon had all her course already run, 1287|And by the light of day there were bright 1287|Praises from all the birds, from every tree, 1287|And the beasts that live in forest, and along 1287|The wayside, too, as I yet cannot see. 1287|The flowers, too, that in May appear, 1287|From every place on earth and in air, 1287|Then to the mountains peeped, and along, 1287|Along the mountains, the songster flew. 1287|Then, too, the leaves of trees appeared, 1287|And every bird sang from his nest as free, 1287|At every place on earth and in air. 1287|The sun began to sink, the shadows, then, 1287|With the moon's beams, appeared, the stars then shone, 1287|Then all things have become so bright and bright 1287|That I see that you here live and exist. 1287|In the forest of trees I find you; 1287|I catch you in my dream, and I see 1287|Myself within the flowery land,-- 1287|You're roaming in my heart to-day? 1287|How lovely is the night, when the moon 1287|Sits on the sea in calmest silence! 1287|When a woman is sleeping, at first 1287|Her bosom is white as snow, 1287|To the east the heavens open wide, 1287|When this is said to a man 'tis true. 1287|Then when the night is o'er, the moon 1287|Pillowing over all the sea, 1287|Turns a pater o'er to a man, 1287|Whereby all the angels are seen. 1287|Then the soul of the woman rests, 1287|While he lays his head full on heaven, 1287|And at once in love-talk then 1287|He speaks with her new-found love. 1287|The sun, when he first turns his face 1287|To greet in his golden way; 1287|The moon makes him her eye's embrace, 1287|Whereby she's glad that she's not there. 1287|Away flies her thoughts of him that's gone, 1287|And her joy, too, to him comes; 1287|Like some bright dart from heaven's bow, 1287|It darts, and strikes deep in her heart. 1287|How she sees the two in each other, 1287|How fondly her heart is wooed. 1287|On his eyes she puts a kiss, 1287|And with her hand as she gazes on him, 1287|Feels that he's all her own. 1287|She loves him all the better 1287|Because the other is gay, 1287|For she sees that his face is 1287|Like her own, in her dream. 1287|"There's an old proverb that love is a smile, 1287|And I'm a child that lies in sleep and dreams. 1287|Let's go, my dear, away, and see, so that we 1287|May find within the house, the maid 1287|That has the mansion's secret, 1287|In the garden of a house." 1287|So the old woman's children then 1287|Sought in the garden of a house 1287|To be entering, and being gone, 1287|They left their children, where she stood, 1287|Proud with the knowledge of his face. 1287|And she saw a maiden, 1287|As on he came towards them, 1287|When she turned her with heart-felt compassion. 1287|"My children sweet, 1287|Now can you be afraid, 1287|When you see so fair a form, 1287|And a friend so gracious?" ======================================== SAMPLE 20560 ======================================== 16059|De que lo saliré que 16059|El seno yel vas, 16059|De lo siguió el cielo. 16059|El río, que he sea visto; 16059|El río, sólo se lo menos, 16059|Y aunque cual bien traería, 16059|La empresa claridad 16059|Del cetro de los viles, 16059|Y á su seno de su mis ojos; 16059|Mira, quiere mi claro. 16059|Vas al aliento escribir, 16059|Y el pájaro pende, 16059|Y eso muerto le visto. 16059|¡Allegado que está vió, 16059|En el cielo le vió! 16059|Á mi pena ha que ruego 16059|Sus saber sus ojos, 16059|Cuando al aire está mi mano, 16059|La luz al deseo, 16059|Y al mundo al otro loco. 16059|¡Qué qué de dar conocimos, 16059|Ya de más saberos, 16059|Que del mundo le cantan 16059|Sobre un su favor de mí! 16059|¡Qué qué, así me diestra, 16059|Tan sólo que le vuelto, 16059|En el cetro, que se apaga, 16059|Cuando á mi oído me canta, 16059|Mi cantar de mí! 16059|Y á los hombres de Arja 16059|Sobre mi corazón, 16059|Pero, cuando me da, 16059|Me muera, á me ven mal. 16059|Porque la esencia me más 16059|El deseo, los escombros; 16059|Á mi español no se acerca 16059|Que desclavía el vencedor. 16059|Tengo yo! Al fin, ¡qué lira 16059|¡Oh! quería su destino! 16059|¡Y entonces, ¡qué esposa son! 16059|El hombre la más bella 16059|Los caminos del mar, 16059|Vuestra alguna la esperanza, 16059|Sobre mi hombre y bella!... 16059|Todo lo expreso al fin, 16059|Y daré la más bella 16059|En los campos de Arja 16059|Y en sus hijos deseo, 16059|Y en lo que alios sus ecos, 16059|Y de quien mi rey el alma; 16059|Que á la mía, de las vidas 16059|Mi palacio abierta... 16059|El alma, doblez con vida, 16059|Los dios cantando se le duda, 16059|Por eso moremos lo alumbra, 16059|Cuando el rey, sin impío 16059|Meco desde una amargura. 16059|Del Océano, que, resiste 16059|El aire que aun merego, 16059|Él, yo así como la luna: 16059|Siempre abasto al monarqua 16059|Ni la alzada atada vaga. 16059|¡Oh! ¡cuánto pobrece 16059|Por amor, si la criatura 16059|Al punto que me fueron, 16059|¡Pues quando en mi baratas 16059|Por ende con el corazón! 16059|Rompió en otro tierra 16059|Cual alzador, en su tierno, 16059|Mi creada le daga 16059|Su faz del punto en su nihilo, 16059|Á mi dolor lo mensas 16059|Con el mundo que pasa, 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 20570 ======================================== 38520|With his good knife in his breast. 38520|'Tis a curious thing, I confess, 38520|With what much of love is gone; 38520|That you would choose to live so far 38520|From your mistress and your child, 38520|And be with one who had not known 38520|All that love is by the Lord, 38520|For he's one to whom a sigh 38520|Is sweeter than a kiss; 38520|And he's one to whom you would have none, 38520|If you had one of my dead, 38520|If you had one of the few, if you 38520|Had one of my living dead. 38520|Then pray you, be not wroth of heart; 38520|And if you will, still think of me; 38520|For some day we can never part: 38520|We cannot see each other still, 38520|Or hear each other's sound, 38520|With eyes that have been blind to gaze 38520|Upon that wonder-shade, 38520|And with the darkened face and eyes, 38520|That never saw the sun. 38520|O'er the long miles of distance go, 38520|From that lone, silent spot, 38520|With eyes that have never seen the sun, 38520|By night or day. 38520|O'er the dark sea of sorrow go; 38520|And all that the distance may hold 38520|We will take with us through the night, 38520|Till both the haunts of men be won 38520|By the love-light. 38520|O'er the dark sea of sorrow go; 38520|And all thou mayst bring back, Love; 38520|In a golden ring to bind to me 38520|All men should hold in their hand, 38520|And let them offer all they possess 38520|As a gift for mine. 38520|O'er the dark sea of sorrow go; 38520|And all that our life may hold, Love; 38520|Though we find not aught of it, 38520|As a pledge that we have found it, 38520|Even so may it be ours. 38520|O'er the dark sea of sorrow go; 38520|And all that may claim us, Love; 38520|We can trace the traces of our footsteps 38520|Through the stars that be. 38520|We will walk, each day, by hill and dale, 38520|And know that our spirits are lighter 38520|Each moment behind. 38520|We will walk, each day, by hill and dale; 38520|Each moment's path is bright to us; 38520|And when we stand where the dark waters flow 38520|To the unknown shore, 38520|There may be lost and lost in that one hour 38520|The world and its many fears, 38520|And be a better, brother, part 38520|Of the great journey, day by day. 38520|In the night's wild throe, 38520|When the hills are deep with snow, 38520|We will sit beside our fires, 38520|And wait to find the light. 38520|Then the winds, in their wrath, 38520|When the day sinks through the west, 38520|Will blow a little breeze 38520|To call the stars to flight. 38520|But we who rest by day 38520|In the bright world to-night, 38520|Will look on the darkness, and weep, 38520|Albeit our lives be few. 38520|In the bitter night, 38520|When our souls in rest do spin, 38520|Our hearts will give one sigh 38520|For one poor hour that was gone, 38520|And it will haunt us still, 38520|Although for one brief breath 38520|We have left the life-long debt 38520|Of one brief moment so sweet 38520|That it will never fail. 38520|And, ah! when from out that life 38520|We must go the grave, 38520|When to-morrow comes around 38520|The long and weary day, 38520|One little pulse of that one hour 38520|Will fill us to the core, 38520|For it will be so small, so small, 38520|So little, nothing, nothing, ======================================== SAMPLE 20580 ======================================== 1727|The night is coming on, for Mars has come up from the sea 1727|and is carrying his light, so you may see a bright beam of his 1727|sunrise. If the stars should fade now, as they did in Ithaca, there 1727|were not many people to look at once. It is time to be going 1727|home now; you must have had some good luck with your wooing, for 1727|I should have told you that you should have some success if you 1727|wooed me when I came over at the beginning of the year; but 1727|ever since you have been wooing me, my house has taken a strange 1727|indifferent look. 1727|"I do not quite believe the gods have lost their tact. 1727|Moreover, I tell you now you are a great deal too kind 1727|to let me keep my head when I am going home; I must marry as soon 1727|as I may, or it will be too late in the matter. I would have kept 1727|you in my house a good long time if I could have stayed for 1727|four years and married while still young enough, but the gods are 1727|stupid as daisies, and will not take us into their houses, 1727|whether we are young or old, for the reason that they are too 1727|weak or generous to stay long like that. One of you has gone 1727|all this time, and you are holding the other in as dear a 1727|lifetime as my own wife, and I have still another week of life left 1727|me. I could have seen this going on long before I came here, for 1727|no one could give me such a cause of death. If they could they 1727|would have left me alone, and gone home now; but they can 1727|not, so they keep me and make me quite indolent so as to leave you 1727|without any care in the world, nor have I any reason to fear that 1727|I may lose you. You have been a long time to think about this, 1727|and you are too weak to get any nearer. You are too 1727|powerful; you have a reason for being so." 1727|And Minerva said, "You have spoken very wisely, daughter of 1727|The thunderer Jove, but I have no excuse for being indolent. 1727|I have been doing very well for myself. Let me see, then, if I 1727|can persuade you to have another go. It is not very late, and 1727|there is no one here who can offer prizes, so it will not 1727|be much at all to you. You have a house of your own, and my 1727|house, which is still a little too small for two, is very big, and 1727|all the rooms close in together. You can change the bed, and 1727|have a couch to sit on when you are lying down in the 1727|study or on the terrace (which is better than on the ground), and 1727|can make yourself a seat, and eat the bread for dinner that 1727|you have wanted all the time." 1727|"You have done me no such injustice, daughter of Saturn," 1727|Said the god, "but I can do no more; but I am going to return 1727|to Saturn and tell him what you have said, so he will know 1727|how much I have been worrying him as he has not been listening." 1727|"But how do I get back, and see what things you have 1727|forbid me to get back?" said Penelope. 1727|"Come to me, child," replied Ulysses, "or come as soon as you 1727|can to sit down. I will not let you live more than another 1727|month, so do not take your anger out on me." 1727|As he spoke he went away Penelope turned to her husband, 1727|who was in much pain in saying: "What am I about, then? Am I 1727|going to be violent to Ulysses, or do I take it on myself?" 1727|Then she said, "Your daughter is too foolish, too reckless, and 1727|too foolish to be sensible in that case. Do you think I am going 1727|to treat her thus as soon as he can see her? I am sure I ======================================== SAMPLE 20590 ======================================== 2732|Is the way. 2732|It is all so queer! I mean to say, 2732|It's far from pleasant, 2732|In a bad way, I assure you, 2732|To know a man, 2732|And to give him, in the midst of joy, 2732|Just so much trouble. 2732|But the thing is, I hate the "dough-boy." 2732|You can never tell his name 2732|But say the slightest thing about him, 2732|And he's a stranger. 2732|I'm not a lawyer and am not learned 2732|A judge can make, 2732|'Tis true, besides the laws I have heard 2732|Of a young man's ditty, 2732|But then, his father's ditty is sweet 2732|To his ears, a thing to do. 2732|It is his country's pride. In his eyes 2732|The colors all shine, 2732|The people's happiness he shares 2732|With all the world around. 2732|So the young fellow is an excellent 2732|A man of many virtues. 2732|But when I've had the pleasure to listen 2732|To the ditty's sad appeal 2732|For his father, his home, and his darling 2732|(For the young man's little one,) 2732|I'm sorry to find 2732|That the boy's mother had, 2732|As I thought, no more left to him. 2732|If some little, happy little girl, 2732|Who in a tear-soaked dress, 2732|Was clinging to my knee, 2732|Would tell me, when I went to school, 2732|That she missed her father's arms, 2732|The tears would stop, and he would smile 2732|Upon the little innocent, 2732|And she would see her father's face. 2732|And that, in spite of all the fretting 2732|He had done for her and her, 2732|The boy would keep her father's wishes 2732|As firm as gold. 2732|If one of the boys would help the other, 2732|And stand by him in the strife, 2732|And when the hurt was done, and when the wounds were closed, 2732|And when the wounds had closed so, 2732|I think that the tender heart would break, 2732|And both recover their strength. 2732|But that the little girl was not content, 2732|And needed all the care 2732|By all the little help would now be found-- 2732|And where is that dear little boy? 2732|A long, long time ago 2732|There was a man and a woman 2732|Living in this land about yonder-- 2732|A man one love and a woman 2732|One dear little boy. 2732|There was a wife was raising her children, 2732|And there wasn't any fuss; 2732|The little boy was doing really well, 2732|And the girl had got herself a lovely dress, 2732|And a wonderful book; 2732|And all the time this poor little lad 2732|Lived and read and dreamed of his dear daddy, 2732|And was just looking ever so tenderly 2732|At his big eyes, 2732|And trying to think of his dear little brother, 2732|With his scarlet face and his curly little chin, 2732|That his darling must be. 2732|But alas! the boy would only fall down dead 2732|And his dear little brother would never grow, 2732|And that's the reason that I lost my own 2732|And got the books. 2732|The little lad that's reading is far away; 2732|His little face has got such curls of brown; 2732|He's just a young, happy, happy boy, 2732|Just as happy as a moth, or a kitten, 2732|Or a cloud in the sun. 2732|But he'll soon be as old as me, 2732|That young girl beside him in the well; 2732|And he is going to marry that young fellow, 2732|And so will his dear little boy. 2732|I think I will. 2732|For it's my belief, if that child grow up 2732|So ======================================== SAMPLE 20600 ======================================== 16452|For me, with all thyself, I pray thee, 16452|Lest thou, while Troy is still unglutted, 16452|Be seen by Troy's destruction in it 16452|And perish with her city! since this 16452|(Yet more) my country, the greatest, hath 16452|In all the world thou couldst not hope to foil. 16452|He spake; to whom Achilles swift of foot 16452|Apollo soothing thus his suit renewed. 16452|Oh godlike Alexis! thou hast said 16452|Thou couldst not foil me, but the truth we know 16452|Of thy own ancient prowess. I was there 16452|When on the day Agamemnon, King 16452|Of Agamemnon, gave the Grecians Troy. 16452|What saw ye there, o'er all the rest, I ween, 16452|Who have the face and stature of a god? 16452|Yet, as it is, the Grecians' sons have brought 16452|My Hector off; for as for me, I know 16452|That I have perished in the field of fame, 16452|And, like the rest, a captive in a foreign 16452|And hostile city; that my death was fated 16452|By the Achaians, who their aid have lent 16452|To this our city, whom thou now destroyest. 16452|Then answer from Achilles, leader good 16452|Of the Achaians, Nestor's son returned. 16452|Achilles! our courage may not be lacking 16452|For Hector; but it is evident our chief 16452|Should have the bow and dart, for Hector was 16452|The first and best of all the bravest Chief, 16452|In Argos--and indeed may it be, he had 16452|Still not had courage to disobey 16452|Hector and all the Trojans, but perseveres 16452|Where honor and fame, and hope of glorious feats 16452|Restore him. I command you now to bring 16452|Hector to battle, for with me must he 16452|His body first and the body of his horse, 16452|Then with those darts that shall to Hector fall 16452|Which he shall use the world so late. Thou shalt be 16452|My present comrade in my field myself. 16452|So saying, he took the bow and spear of war 16452|Forth from Achilles, and to Hector thence 16452|With speed forward issued; but soon they came 16452|To the cave of Taphians, where the Aïstes' 16452|Good shepherd, son of Iphitus, dwelt, 16452|Assembled there, on whom, in all his days 16452|Instruments, at first, he had no provision 16452|For his innumerable flock; where was his 16452|High garden built at Cilicia, which 16452|With lofty gates barred wide against the moon. 16452|He lived unmindful; but the stormy floods 16452|Of ocean round the city, tempest-driven, 16452|His death from that same arrow dealt, so swift 16452|His body had he sunk into the rock, 16452|That all within the cave of Tephreus' son 16452|Lives of their food; him, therefore, now, return'd 16452|The heralds to the city of the Argives. 16452|Meantime his friends from the field pursued 16452|Antilochus, in human shape with speed, 16452|And with his bow a river in their road 16452|Fell silent on the distant slope of Troy 16452|Beneath him darting; while he the arrow plunged, 16452|And at his shoulder pierced the mighty bough. 16452|At once the swift-winged Arrows flew around 16452|His body; deep he lay; they pierced his bowels 16452|With the live-long day, till from the earth's dark floor 16452|That bow which in the field he bore in hand, 16452|The arrow found its way, whence at the first 16452|With instantaneous death it sank in earth. 16452|Sore in his mind Antilochus felt, but joy'd 16452|His noble son, his brother, and his friend 16452|Rashly successful; he, the work of fate ======================================== SAMPLE 20610 ======================================== 22142|By the banks of the rushing Dan, 22142|Where the storm-clouds whirl and flee: 22142|By the winds of the midnight sky, 22142|Where the storm-clouds whirl and flee. 22142|From the mountains, all dim and lone, 22142|A voice of warning is shrill; 22142|From the rocks which stand in its reach, 22142|The mighty and sad voice swells: 22142|By the rocks which stand in its reach, 22142|By the rocks which stand in its reach. 22142|There, amid the storm's confusion, 22142|A little cottage is nigh, 22142|Bright with lights which no cloud can mar, 22142|By its doors, is the cottage. 22142|There in its midst is the little spinner, 22142|Who looks up with kind, kindly smile, 22142|A little housekeeper, of nature's own-- 22142|But alas, alas! the spinner's child! 22142|Where the moss is deep and the heather red,-- 22142|By a well where the river gleams clear,-- 22142|Where flowers of the field outspread before,-- 22142|To the streamlet the spinner's little daughter 22142|Dwells at ease; and the maiden is fair, 22142|As the rose, on the fuchsia-bough; 22142|And the lilac and primrose are sweet 22142|To the gardener of the village. 22142|With her hand she spreads the grass so green, 22142|As children do at twilight; 22142|With her hand she wreathes the yellow rose, 22142|On the bough that is bending; 22142|And her glance is a joy to the bee 22142|And a friend to the violet. 22142|I know not wherefore her path is, 22142|And if the path be crooked, 22142|But I hope for the best, and I trust 22142|That my spinner is speaking-- 22142|She is happy and happy in the sweet meadow, 22142|Where fair she is seen there. 22142|And then I know that she is living, 22142|For the spinner is near her. 22142|The meadow is brown as it stands on its stalks, 22142|But yet with the bees it is sweet-- 22142|And the violet is sweet as it grows from the spring, 22142|When it blushes in beauty. 22142|On high and through the village the red light breaks, 22142|And the spinner is seen by the men, 22142|Who wonder what this lovely bird can be; 22142|And the bee is a joy to the women. 22142|Oh! then he's happy and happy, for she 22142|Hath brought their hopes to their mind. 22142|'Tis a fair maiden of summer's prime, 22142|As lovely as summer yet bold; 22142|And though her form is of woman's mould, 22142|There is something that is rare, 22142|'Tis a thing we are ever glad to behold, 22142|In the meadow that still is green, 22142|By the banks of the river of Springtime, 22142|Where the waters are swift and the air is cool, 22142|And the lilies are blooming fair. 22142|The white-breasted warbling thrush, 22142|And the blackbird's shrill song, 22142|And the lowing herd, 22142|Come here in the summer time, 22142|When the flowers are sweet with the dew. 22142|Oh! we think not of the wild flowers, and fresh, 22142|But of many a blight and thaw, 22142|And the sorrow and suffering of the woe 22142|That fills life's ancient tale. 22142|Now, I love to remember, dear, 22142|How, when I was yet a boy, 22142|I wandered by the river Rhine, 22142|And all its beauty saw. 22142|And all about the calm and blue 22142|Were wild and windy fields. 22142|And over the grass I could hear 22142|The beat of the fiddler's drum; 22142|For my heart would dance and my soul would grieve 22142|To think how happy we two were ======================================== SAMPLE 20620 ======================================== 42041|A sound of voices, as of feet that pass, 42041|Mixed with the mingled hum and voice of others. 42041|The hall is hushed: silence holds my heart, 42041|While all the silent room seems filled with God; 42041|And a great light is thrown up to bless 42041|And to sanctify the darkness of night. 42041|Lips that were thin press of kisses, pressed 42041|Upon the rim of lips that were of kisses! 42041|How could you keep me, all my longing here, 42041|A dreamer with no ear for song or tale, 42041|Who could not find your name in song or tale? 42041|And yet I dream--and my heart breaks in my hand-- 42041|How, when you had been so long away, 42041|I met you sitting, as I come from the sea, 42041|With your arms outstretched to help a man 42041|Upon a ship; you turned not your head, 42041|Nor raised your eyes; you only laid 42041|Your hand against the rim of those blue eyes, 42041|And gazed at us with slow and wondering smile. 42041|We stared at you. In the light of the morning 42041|We saw the sails turn and the white ships rise, 42041|And the great ships drift from lands to sea: 42041|But your face was hidden under your folds. 42041|We saw the little white ships go by; 42041|We heard your voices rise and fall, 42041|And the sound of your lips on their lips, 42041|And the swift swift moving whisperings 42041|In the ear of the woman who stood between. 42041|We watched with you the drifting sands, 42041|We saw the great ship slide 42041|Into the mist, and at your feet 42041|We saw the grass, and in the distance 42041|The hills that look out over the sea. 42041|We heard you speak, we knew you speak, 42041|We heard you speak, we knew you speak, 42041|But the words were never once your tongue: 42041|We watched you walking the deck 42041|With silent tread, with weary eyes 42041|That seemed to peer into my soul: 42041|There was the old empty boat of dreams, 42041|And the woman sitting by it. 42041|I watched you, sad and white, I watched you 42041|I saw the old empty boat of dreams 42041|Swinging in the mist and the wind. 42041|I heard you talk, I loved you talk. 42041|I loved you love me talk. 42041|There was the old empty boat of dreams. 42041|On the white water with the foam upon it, 42041|Oh! and I saw my face, once seen by you, 42041|And once seen and never forgotten. 42041|How many days ago, when the winds began 42041|To blow in wild and wayward flight, 42041|And the waves on the white sea-sands 42041|Thundered in angry scorn, 42041|How I sat in my ruined house, 42041|With the fire still dripping from the hearth, 42041|Watching the sea-birds chase the billows 42041|Across the empty floor! 42041|The fire, the light, the echoing stairs, 42041|My old worn face to the trembling hearth; 42041|The fire, the light, the echoing stairs, 42041|My old wrecked heart to the light. 42041|Oh, there they sat in the flickering fire, 42041|They that once came from a million skies: 42041|The red, red fires, the blue, blue fires, 42041|The red, red fires they once had beamed upon. 42041|Oh, there they sat in the flickering fire, 42041|They who once came from a million seas: 42041|(The black and white fires of the night), 42041|They who once came from a million skies. 42041|And ever the night grew dark. 42041|I watched you coming and going 42041|To a secret shore, a secret shore; 42041|And ever the night grew dark; 42041|For the night had come again. 42041|I watched you when the smoke of the coals had cleared, 42041|When you had passed the door, ======================================== SAMPLE 20630 ======================================== 10602|That we with them might prosper best, 10602|Walking the pleasant hills of good. 10602|That so much gold had never been 10602|Hung forth by our dear parents well; 10602|That so soon their rich inheritance 10602|By our fathers might become a land 10602|Of goodly nations all to raise: 10602|That they their country might become 10602|Through mighty England proud to reign, 10602|And of their own their own preserve. 10602|Thus England's kings did build their state, 10602|And thus did they, good men, bequeath, 10602|Till time shall be their deathless sire 10602|In a fair paradise with god. 10602|In that same paradise both shall 10602|Man and beast the right to reigne, 10602|Woman and her are sovereign there. 10602|Here all the nations of the earth 10602|As they would have it ought to be, 10602|And goodly beasts and men to breed, 10602|And each of those to bestow his due. 10602|Then, O ye gods, while living, let 10602|Your grace to such a one be given, 10602|For great in the earth to dwell and reigne, 10602|Exempt from death, from which shall die 10602|Thee all your sons and daughters too, 10602|And all all those that are with birth: 10602|Let this fair realm be ever one, 10602|Where all kind things of heaven may be: 10602|And let the hills be fruitful also 10602|With fruitful trees with groves well filled; 10602|And fruitful waters let the fountains, 10602|With fruitful springs and fruitful hills; 10602|So that for ever be the name of England 10602|By both the tribes and all the nations, 10602|And by the people all that dwell about 10602|With peace and plenty on the earth. 10602|And here let there be sacred towers 10602|Of stone, and towers with silver buckles, 10602|And temples of the God Apollo; 10602|And all the ancient fountains and hills 10602|Inlaying with their golden matchles, 10602|That of my country may be traced. 10602|But let no name of man be here, 10602|Nor aught of beast, or bird, or fish; 10602|To the low-born as much as here shall be 10602|Iniquity and guilt and murder: 10602|Let there be safe in caverns hid 10602|All the great brood of serpents wild; 10602|But, with all fear of torture kept, 10602|That beast of the wild beasts may not find 10602|In all the earth a resting place. 10602|Yet, in this I sing another strain, 10602|And in the same I sing for them that writ 10602|In rude and cruel verse of blood and death, 10602|That I may learn to be a man to them, 10602|And learn (that so my song may be a song) 10602|That to reign is to be ruled, with sin, 10602|The tyrant of a people. 10602|Come sleep and rest, come peace and quietude, 10602|To me, thy son, in that far distant country 10602|Which thy good mother bare; yea, and thine owne, 10602|The fairest of all women, who, with her, bore 10602|To thee my brother, a poor but tender one, 10602|Who died, and left her to this poor request: 10602|The Queen of Heaven, the mighty Goddess, 10602|Thou didst her infant's birth and early blossom 10602|With gifts of flowers to sweeten a long winter; 10602|The white ibis that on the mountains grew, 10602|The blue periwinkles, those that in the fountains 10602|Died in the river's turbid waters cool, 10602|The scarlet larkspurs in the meads that flowered; 10602|The scarlet dragons from the grass that strowed, 10602|And the green gillyfishes on the sea-beaches. 10602|The white ibis, that in dark forests went, 10602|Fierce-cherubic with open eyes and beak, 10602|And with blue ======================================== SAMPLE 20640 ======================================== 11351|A friend in need, a tender ally to wive; 11351|A son and daughter--no one more true name; 11351|Of many a happy memory full and free; 11351|A home where nothing ever daunted me, 11351|A father and a mother--not a half-baked face; 11351|A father who could love, without a wrinkle or fret, 11351|A mother who could walk the walk with any girl; 11351|A home and home, and all things sweet and tender; 11351|A land where sorrow is forgotten as soon as May, 11351|And love and care have never hurt me from the grave. 11351|I'll sing again the songs of youth, 11351|When, at the fountains of the sun, 11351|Our hearts were free and merry; 11351|When the woods were wild and green, 11351|And the wild birds sang in the trees 11351|As they flew and flew to and fro. 11351|We'd roam till we were met 11351|By a mother whose eyes were bright 11351|With a kinder smile than they; 11351|Who'd give, with her hand outspread, 11351|Her milk-white baby to caress, 11351|And all was all that she needed; 11351|Who'd kiss the cheek away, 11351|And say, with a softer tone 11351|Than the bluebird's twitter 11351|At the close of the day, 11351|"There is no snow on the ground, 11351|In the morning of the year; 11351|There is never a wind blowing 11351|But would hurt the child that cries; 11351|For it is human nature 11351|And the mother's tenderness 11351|That the little one sees fretting 11351|And doing all it can 11351|To mend the anguish of its father." 11351|The mother heard her dear boy tell 11351|That when the snow was gone 11351|And the trees looked green and fair, 11351|He could see her so, with tears, 11351|Beside the water's brink, 11351|And he wept for love and her, not fears. 11351|For he knew, from that father's look, 11351|As she did every day, 11351|That the child her heart was struggling for 11351|Lay just below in tears; 11351|That the mother at her side 11351|Had heard sweetest songs the world could hear. 11351|At the mother's feet the baby lay, 11351|As he lay with his own; 11351|And the mother never shook her head, 11351|But let his cries go by. 11351|She never heard the father's voice 11351|As he passed her door; 11351|And the baby grew with every day, 11351|As the mother grew with him. 11351|He was always close to the mother, 11351|But he never took 11351|From out her hands the little gift 11351|That would make him happy now; 11351|For even to the mother's cheek 11351|The comfort was she lent 11351|The little creature as the mother's care, 11351|As the mother saw where he lay 11351|Laid him in her arms so warm and near. 11351|Weep no more, my babyling! 11351|I love you, I care for you; 11351|Oh, for the sake of that dear babe, 11351|And the sake of your sire, 11351|I'll sing a song for him 11351|And the mother's child on the bough 11351|We'll scatter, when the time should come, 11351|To-day for Christmas-tide; 11351|I've heard a sweet old strain 11351|Come from a happy old harp, 11351|And you may hear the strain once more, 11351|And the strain of the mother's child 11351|I will give you; and if your ears 11351|Are sensitive, it will be your own 11351|But your heart will break, if you hear 11351|The last refrain; and it will be 11351|A song of hope for you and me; 11351|And we'll try to sing it as well, 11351|But it will never be well; 11351|For the ======================================== SAMPLE 20650 ======================================== 36954|From the spot where he was wont to sit-- 36954|The very spot in which he sat! 36954|But he found his life was changed before,-- 36954|And it seemed as if his friends were there; 36954|There was only a little distance rise, 36954|But the room was empty without a soul! 36954|His friends, they had been on hand to watch 36954|When his eyes had seen but the sky and tree; 36954|And their hearts were full of his joy at first, 36954|And in vain they'd hope he'd ever return-- 36954|He'd like on his way from the spot depart, 36954|Like he did when on leave he took. 36954|And on it went where the wind was high, 36954|And the night-wind sang in his face, 36954|Where the trees were whispering of joys 36954|And the moon was whispering a song, 36954|But he saw no moon, like he could have seen, 36954|And he'd a lonely way to go! 36954|There he sat him down and he knew 36954|That the people were far away, 36954|'Mid the mountains and the vallies dim, 36954|Where he had a pleasant seat to wait, 36954|And a pleasant way to follow where the wind, 36954|And the stars, and the moon could sing, 36954|And the little trees the only sign 36954|'Twixt the hills and the valleys dim. 36954|It was there he thought of his lost friend once-- 36954|And they found him dead, and they found his grave, 36954|Not in vain was the body found 36954|When the moon was singing in a storm with glory. 36954|With the moon the hills looked far above; 36954|And the valley had a quiet quietness too, 36954|Like the grave they found at midnight, 36954|And the way they took from here to "town." 36954|Oh, it was better back then and there! 36954|It's my belief that all the joy of life 36954|Is the pleasant thing that's the last thing there! 36954|I am still a boy! 36954|Still a young boy, 36954|I, like the rest, 36954|Have a little room 36954|For the baby-bunk; 36954|And I'm the only one! 36954|We never had the thought of any mother that her baby should 36954|If it were but a game, 36954|What if the score was two, 36954|And you took it then! 36954|The sun came out before it went to bed, 36954|And the sky was so bright, 36954|Because of the sun's bright sunshade. 36954|But he came out before the night was over, 36954|Though you never saw him, 36954|When you could help but wait, 36954|And then it was too late. 36954|Oh, it is pleasant and sweet and good and true 36954|When children are happy and good! 36954|They never are too wild and full of glee, 36954|As they are doing now, 36954|On the green and over their things of home, in their homes at 36954|Be in my little room, 36954|In my little room! 36954|I can hear the tick of bees, 36954|And the whirr of little spinning-wheels, 36954|And the sound of all the little things: 36954|And I can hear sweet voices tell 36954|And I can see the stars above them, 36954|And the shadows on the window-pane. 36954|But my little room is far away, 36954|And I cannot see it, see it, see it, look into it 36954|While the sky is bright and the clouds are by. 36954|And I think about the little room, 36954|When it's far away from any human eye. 36954|I think about the little room 36954|And I think 'twill never be more dear 36954|To me than it is now. 36954|I think the little room is mine; 36954|I have the keys, the keys, 36954|And can look and look and look 36954|There from down-yoked seats, 36954|Where all the ======================================== SAMPLE 20660 ======================================== 1057|I could not, would not, let you into myself. 1057|If there were no God to love you, all would be o'er, 1057|And nothing else was left but your desire. 1057|But we have God, and always have God for friend, 1057|Always God is here, and always God doth love us, though we 1057|Have found that every one so little knows it. 1057|The world hath need of Love, you said, and I have seen God's love 1057|So great and so wise, that I know how He may be loved! 1057|Yet, what are Love's purposes and purposes of the gods, 1057|And what of the purposes of all these rest upon our laws? 1057|I know not that I see, nor know I that I should see, 1057|A God who loves me, as I love you and all men else: 1057|But I am happy and am glad! When I have made you happy, 1057|All that I ask of you is this: that you should never 1057|Say one broken word of ill-will against a man's wife, or 1057|Against the laws and customs of mankind. 1057|'Tis a hard question! 1057|But I say once for all, all this folly 1057|With you to compromise lies brokenly. 1057|The gods, the gods forbid it, 1057|And they are not likely to hear of it. 1057|So, from this moment, 1057|As from a friend, stand I and swear to you 1057|All that I know of fair-complexioned love, and how it 1057|Is not to be found in Hell or any Hell 1057|Save that which Hell may be, within this house of yours, 1057|Where I and you endure. 1057|All that is in the house of death 1057|Must be, or what may be, to those who dwell 1057|Here in your house of death. 1057|The house of life is green, and beautiful; 1057|Green enough for us, if we would seek it, 1057|And fair, and fair for you and me. 1057|But death and hell together may not link, 1057|Nor Hell's great fountains flow. 1057|I could not bring myself to go and see 1057|If war were not worse. With you were best. 1057|I wanted you. War is most unmanly, 1057|Bidding men stand mute, outworn, as lambs 1057|Before a slaughtering wolf. You never read 1057|Of war. You are not warlike: you are dead 1057|And senseless. What of this about the war, 1057|This talk of victory? The end of things 1057|Might be victory. Yes, my dear love, 1057|The end of things. War is the end of man, 1057|War is the sinecure of his limbs, his mind, 1057|His very soul. War is the end of hope, 1057|Of comfort, when we think a world gone mad 1057|Since war began: and when we think again, 1057|We find indeed the world gone mad. 1057|But, sir, it must be done 1057|As the gods have willed. They have the sovereign will 1057|To make us what we are. 1057|So long as I had any mind to think, 1057|I would not change my mind. 1057|But the dead are dead, 1057|And if I had a heart to wish again 1057|Some world were not here, then I should love you 1057|Again and never more forget you, love. 1057|You love me. Go, make yourself happy here, 1057|With no more thought upon what I may not do 1057|As your husband, let me go to what I must. 1057|Pray, that my heart and yours both be happy. 1057|To you! 1057|To you? 1057|You do not love me, young man. 1057|Go, and when I am grown up you may wed. 1057|This is not the place for talk about our marriage. 1057|Pray do not ask me what I advise you to do: 1057|You know the answer. ======================================== SAMPLE 20670 ======================================== 1280|He said, "I will." 1280|But she, the child of his prosperity, 1280|Who had been his pride 1280|Then came to him a child, and told him 1280|My heart, my soul had been crushed; and how 1280|Somehow your soul, 1280|Whose eyes, who knew it, never saw, 1280|Came to him. In our life's most troubled place 1280|He took his duty as a man should do. 1280|And there 1280|She had a child--my soul--who, when the child was grown, 1280|Would stand in the door and gaze out upon the town. 1280|If any dared to call him a man, 1280|No one but he was told his fault and his own-- 1280|That he would not serve the poor and the weak. 1280|Not any one knew that he was a seer. 1280|I had no right to lie and hide his soul. 1280|I was his mother--the only mother 1280|He had. So he came to me when he was grown 1280|And, with his hands, the children all around us, 1280|Waved them, a happy, happy, happy boy. 1280|So I became the widow of his heart, 1280|The mother of his child, my soul, his girl, 1280|Who now sat alone in the doorway and saw 1280|The stranger come up our street and her child 1280|Laugh and look on her, 1280|Saying, "Father, we will do 1280|As you would have us do." 1280|And the mother said, "Ah, you think that he is right. 1280|Our children, though they are weak, are strong, 1280|That we must teach them to stand for our views-- 1280|You have no other one to have them. 1280|He is right now--he is right now for aye 1280|Who stands up for our land. 1280|My child, you do not understand." 1280|So it was a long, long time ago 1280|That the house here, with but a little door, 1280|I was the one living room that was left. 1280|The children all at the window looked down, 1280|They all had the same eyes, a single glance, 1280|They were happy to see me with my child, 1280|But they looked on me the whole day long. 1280|The children all had the same, wild eyes, 1280|And one said: "Daddy, there is no God." 1280|The children all were in the yard 1280|Where the children in our other yard all grew. 1280|The trees were as black as a ghost, 1280|And the sky was like a frightful moon. 1280|We used to sit and stare, 1280|The children, and the children only, 1280|At all the places where the clouds came down. 1280|There were clouds of breath and of death. 1280|The breath came by, and the death, 1280|They were the same, you know, with a single, 1280|I had such a fright when I heard the wind 1280|And the sound of a baby's cry. 1280|They were like a mother who has gone to pray 1280|By a coffin that is opened wide. 1280|And she sees there is no God in sight, 1280|Or none but a skeleton on the pillow, 1280|And nothing of God in this world. 1280|I had such a fear when I heard of those 1280|Who were lying down to sleep, 1280|With the sound of a baby's cry. 1280|And I had such a fear when I heard of those 1280|Who were lying in the street, 1280|With a single cry of a child. 1280|And the children used to laugh at us 1280|Who were lying there in the morning, 1280|And they came in pairs and played 1280|In the sunshine up to their waist. 1280|And they went up and down, 1280|They used to yell when they were hungry, 1280|And they were proud of being so fat. 1280|And the children used to laugh when they were cold-- 1280|But when it was time for dinner 1280|They ======================================== SAMPLE 20680 ======================================== 2080|Where the air is thin, 2080|And the earth a hollow thing, 2080|And the sea a thing that is 2080|Beneath the sun 2080|While the summer day's long ended, 2080|And the moon that shines 2080|From her sacred hill, 2080|Gather their rose. 2080|The green wood with its leaves again 2080|Is the greenest of all places 2080|Where I have been, 2080|And the water of my youth 2080|Is my soul's best joy, 2080|And the song I sing 2080|Is the song I strive to sing, 2080|And life is what I 2080|Can make it be 2080|While I am young. 2080|And then to the end, 2080|O the end! the end! 2080|I have had my dream of her, 2080|And I am ready to die, 2080|I am ready to die, 2080|And to make it good 2080|For all that have been or are; 2080|But I see, O I see, 2080|When I cry my woes to her, 2080|That I am not dead 2080|For all the dreams I have had, 2080|Naught is changed now, 2080|Not a thing; 2080|And when I shall be quite old, 2080|I shall see no more of her. 2080|Nay, what has become of her? 2080|Nothing but that which was 2080|Before she was, 2080|And the thing that was-- 2080|Is the same that has been. 2080|And I do not cry 2080|Now at all: 2080|I have lost the key; 2080|And I can no more. 2080|I see no place more green, 2080|Nor any other day 2080|That I ever had 2080|With the things that I was; 2080|And every time my step 2080|Falls from a stile, 2080|And the things on the bough 2080|Set me to thinking grow, 2080|And I cry out in my sleep, 2080|"What have I done? 2080|What have I done?" 2080|I see no place more green, 2080|Nor any other day 2080|Where she ever did; 2080|The things, though, grow not; 2080|And I go far away 2080|From the things that I was; 2080|But I see no place more green, 2080|Nor any day 2080|That she ever must; 2080|And I cry out in my sleep, 2080|"What have I done?" 2080|When I see one grown gray 2080|Come and go from life, 2080|How I will go and see 2080|Where she must go, too; 2080|I will crawl into my bed, 2080|While she will watch the round 2080|Of the unending wood 2080|With a smile on every cheek; 2080|And I can no more go in 2080|To the woods, or see 2080|Where she must, or where she's been! 2080|For it's all no more the same, 2080|With the grass, or stone, or bark, 2080|The road that I have trod, 2080|Or have trod alone: 2080|It's that the whole world's gone, 2080|Or that I'm alone! 2080|She came and her arms were clasped to me, 2080|In the evening twilight; 2080|I can hear her softly falling thro' the night, 2080|Like the softest music. 2080|She came, and her heart was glad, 2080|And her hand was in mine, 2080|As the shadows of evening fall 2080|About the hillside meeting: 2080|And I have known the light of her eyes 2080|From childhood's morn to sorrow's eve, 2080|And the sigh of her voice on a sigh, 2080|And its sound as of wind along a glen. 2080|I have watched her gently kiss the lips 2080|Of the children who had followed, 2080|Who, when the hour of school was growing late, ======================================== SAMPLE 20690 ======================================== 16376|'Tis a tale that must be told in music. 16376|The moon's out, and it's time to go to bed, 16376|And I must sleep a little, because it's so, 16376|So, let me whisper something and go to sleep. 16376|The moon's out, and it's time to go to bed, 16376|And this is all I've got to say about that: 16376|There's a song you really _am_ going to sing 16376|Away in the distance, like a meteor-beam, 16376|And the stars they twinkled as the light came o'er, 16376|And then it vanished, and the night came on 16376|As if in a storm-cloud, and its thunder roar, 16376|That seemed to thunder through my brain and me: 16376|And I dreamed that all the world had gone to sleep: 16376|And my head was cold and throbbing to and fro, 16376|And all the dreams were of the things that had been, 16376|And the things that would be, in my future years: 16376|And that the stars would shine upon the earth 16376|But not the stars upon us with a smile: 16376|And the world would be as it is to-day, 16376|Without the sunshine, without the flowers, 16376|Without the music, without the birds--oh, dear! 16376|They would smile no more, nor hear nor see: 16376|And I think that there's a bug-like thing in me 16376|That's half a-dreaming of all this to be: 16376|And I think it's going to bite me so 16376|In the sleep before I wake, that I'll be 16376|A horrible false sleeper and begin 16376|To see things as they are, not as I _seem_, 16376|And feel the world all wrong to each and all-- 16376|God help me! how I'd hate to go to bed 16376|That day, and wake the other one! 16376|There's something still more curious and strange. 16376|And that's the little bird--yes, birds have nests. 16376|"You think you're going to sing to me, 16376|You fat old fool! 16376|For I'm tired of being stupid: 16376|There's something in the wind I hear that stirs 16376|Something in the leaf 16376|That makes me think you'd better mind it 16376|And sing to me! 16376|"I think my life was meant to know a song: 16376|But I was always taught at lessons, lessons 16376|Were never worth 16376|A thought to me. 16376|I've studied all day, and found it a lie: 16376|They say in art the hand may grasp and hold, 16376|And that the heart is but a brain, and not 16376|That heart can know and sing the truth enough. 16376|But I, who'm the lowest and wildest child, 16376|With nothing but a cry to comfort me, 16376|I've dreamed that day 16376|That art the highest power in the world 16376|To be in prayer. 16376|"I think my life was meant to find and sing-- 16376|My heart was always out of tune: 16376|So, when I heard you say you thought that art 16376|Was meant for you, 16376|I thought in secret I'd come in touch 16376|And sing to you-- 16376|And when it came to be, my foolish heart 16376|Was happy as a king at your feet! 16376|I think my life was meant to sing to you! 16376|And then I thought I'd be the one 16376|And sing to you." 16376|In the great old garden of dreams, 16376|Where the very nothingness grows white 16376|And quiet, and the very dust is white, 16376|The flower of all memory 16376|Sits alone, and the pale moonbeams look 16376|On her face of delicate years and grace, 16376|And in the green the butterflies flit and pass, 16376|And all the hours go by him 16376|Like dreams; 16376|A star comes out of the sky on high; 16376|And from one white, white ======================================== SAMPLE 20700 ======================================== 1186|The white night-winds bore the sea-born scent 1186|Of drowsy meadows and of mosses damp 1186|Beneath the starlike cold moon. She seemed 1186|The maid of many-scented Orient, 1186|Whose girded loveliness seemed the wife 1186|Of many-tasted Spring. 1186|Or I could have told her, that my soul 1186|Lifted on its broad and burning wings 1186|To take that rich and burning perfume, 1186|And wing unto her where she might know 1186|The golden fruits that ripen in her face; 1186|But I could not bear the thought of such 1186|And secret mystery. And she too soon 1186|Fled and forgot what Heaven had done, 1186|And my own grief. And if a word did fall 1186|Like rain upon her soul to-day, oh, 1186|There slept in this blue-veiled space of air 1186|Not so much as one dim thing as air,-- 1186|She was an angel--you were you--dead.-- 1186|All light was taken from our blue sky, 1186|We both were utterly and for everlost. 1186|Then when the dark would come she turned away 1186|Into a room of violet light,-- 1186|The violet room,--we called it for her sake, 1186|As one who had been dead for ages long: 1186|Where you might hardly see from whence you came 1186|Thousand dim stars of purple, and the great 1186|Eternal darkness, a rich and cold 1186|Dark velvet, all of violet still, 1186|Like the soft mist that comes to the wind 1186|And the white clouds that lie on the moon's face, 1186|Or the moon's face, or the white waves that dash 1186|Against the shore. 1186|Then I, too, once 1186|We could have left this violet light 1186|To sit in peace by her, and hear the stars 1186|And listen to the winds as they blow 1186|On the far-shimmering water in the moon. 1186|Then I may not remember it, but I 1186|Shall stand by it still. 1186|It was the year of the death of the King, 1186|And I would fain forget all but this 1186|That it is so, and we who love, forget 1186|As well as the dead who are but dear 1186|And the dead's not lovely: but no, 1186|Never, never, if Love be still, 1186|And the moon be still above the waters 1186|In the night time in a boat or in a rock, 1186|Shall we know what has been. 1186|We know only a rich and restless air 1186|That is not love if Love be still, 1186|A breeze-blown flower that is not love if Love 1186|Be dead if Love be not, 1186|A windmill that is not love at all 1186|Whose motion has been changed by change of breath, 1186|A yellow-breasted swallow, black, 1186|That flies on the night-wind flying, 1186|A cloud that is white to the moon 1186|Even as to a dream in a dream, 1186|Or light upon the waters even as rain. 1186|There is a moonlight on a moonlit sea 1186|Where the waves are like a golden curtain 1186|That falls between the wavelets faint and vast, 1186|And like their hands the golden seas fold down, 1186|As in a golden curtain fall the sun's 1186|And fall away from the waters; 1186|And a song is there of waves and a song 1186|That sings between the waves, a song of youth, 1186|And between two eyes that come and go 1186|From the eyes of the eyes of the dawning and setting day, 1186|There is a songless sea and a golden sea, 1186|Between the sunset and the sunset, and a wind 1186|That is white to the moon as a cloud and shines 1186|On the white sea even as to dream in a dream. 1186|But a wind is blowing in the night-time for a song 1186| ======================================== SAMPLE 20710 ======================================== 15553|That never will fade away, 15553|And never yield its bloom again. 15553|The sun is in the sky, 15553|The birds are on the wing -- 15553|The sky is clear and bright, 15553|The wind is singing merrily. 15553|A smile upon her cheek, 15553|A kiss on her brown, 15553|Would cheer away despair 15553|And make her heart rejoice. 15553|Away! away! they say 15553|That love has tinged the west; 15553|That she must fly to seek 15553|A lingering welcome there. 15553|Away! away! 15553|She has forsaken me 15553|For whom I sought, 15553|Away! away! 15553|No more the days will be, 15553|To weave a chain, 15553|That none can tear, 15553|But only she will miss, 15553|Away! away! 15553|But why to seek for me 15553|Through all the years? 15553|The sun comes up on high, 15553|And the air is clear and bright; 15553|Then let us be together now. 15553|Thou hast gone past the brink 15553|Whence mortal men must fall; 15553|Thou hast won the pinnacle 15553|Up to the glorious height. 15553|But still thou holdest on 15553|Unto the limit bound, 15553|And still thou strivest and still relent. 15553|The hand we call the wing, 15553|And the heart so weak and weak, 15553|By some ill chance or chance-induced, 15553|Still strives with feeble effort 15553|To break thy clasp or break thy bound. 15553|And this was never thy intent. 15553|Oft in the morn, as early bent, 15553|I see thee stand, to bid good-night. 15553|I am not here to bid you adieu. 15553|I come to do thee service yet, 15553|Still striving with mine earnestness, 15553|But failing still in striving for thee. 15553|Some favour thou so greatly shew, 15553|That, from thy daily employ, 15553|I must look in vain for thee, 15553|Thou glorious image on this couch. 15553|Oh! it is then a fearful wrong, 15553|When no kind words of thy gracious tone 15553|Or kind embraces ever given, 15553|No tear or voice of praise shall fall. 15553|When thy full heart, without a pang, 15553|Shall give thee, still, in gratefulness 15553|For all the little kindness shown 15553|By those kind glances and sweet looks. 15553|I must bear my heavy cross 15553|In silence, though the proof be great. 15553|It was not choice of mine 15553|That I should ever see thee face to face. 15553|My life is dark, and far away, 15553|And there is sorrow in the sun. 15553|But this is life. Be patient. 15553|'Tis nothing but a fancy play, 15553|But I assure thee, I shall see thee 15553|When the war is over and done, 15553|We'll meet at some less painful stage, 15553|To bear each other more alone. 15553|For then we'll go below, 15553|And in the pit together lie, 15553|Away from crowds and environs, 15553|As in the days of old my sires did, 15553|Or in the days of my fore-fathers, 15553|Or in the days of my kindred race. 15553|But we'll not meet, this time, 15553|As in the days of my fathers; 15553|We'll walk in different ways, 15553|Though I must face thy glances cold. 15553|O, that the world were still! 15553|O, that the earth were yet undisturbed! 15553|Away! away, and into night! 15553|'Tis but a portion of the truth, 15553|'Tis nothing but a fancy play, 15553|That I must face thy glances cold. 15553|O, that the world were still! 15553|O, that the earth were yet und ======================================== SAMPLE 20720 ======================================== 1021|And the old trees, as if I had been there, 1021|And the birds, and the stars, and the hills in the sky. 1021|I know they came down, 1021|They came down in a dream. 1021|But there was never a sign of them: 1021|Only the wind, 1021|Blowing in the hollow, 1021|Lifting up 1021|The leafy boughs, 1021|And the blue night sky, 1021|Waving low the leaves to the sun. 1021|But there was never a sign of them: 1021|Only the wind, 1021|Blowing in the hollow, 1021|Lifting up the leafy boughs, 1021|And the blue night sky, 1021|The birds, and the stars, 1021|The earth, the sky; 1021|And I was gone, 1021|And I am lonely now, 1021|For the dream has gone, 1021|And I am lonely now, 1021|But I know I love her still, 1021|For the dream has gone 1021|And I know I love her still, 1021|For the dream has gone. 1021|I know the tree 1021|Has a tree 1021|In the garden, 1021|But a tree 1021|In the garden 1021|Is a flower. 1021|I know the tree 1021|Has a tree 1021|In the garden, 1021|But a tree 1021|In the garden 1021|Is a rose. 1021|I know the tree 1021|Has a tree 1021|In the garden, 1021|But a tree 1021|In the garden 1021|Is a rose. 1021|And this is why I love her so, 1021|Because she does not fear to die. 1021|The night is heavy with white stars in the sky, 1021|And the stars at night in the night of despair. 1021|I hear a voice and I feel a heat, 1021|A heat and a sense of blood. 1021|I feel her warmth in my arms and on my knees. 1021|I know her blood would make me what I am. 1021|The night is filled with white stars in the sky. 1021|I see her face, and I know my spirit's flame-- 1021|I smell her breath. 1021|The sea has filled the empty waves with foam. 1021|And white and white the stars lie on high in mid-space. 1021|I hear a voice and I feel a heat, 1021|A heat and a heat, 1021|A heat and a sense of blood, 1021|A heat and a sense of blood. 1021|I see the white moon in the midnight sky 1021|And feel her soft arms round my shoulders roll. 1021|I know her love will drown all the night-time fear, 1021|She knows my blood would make her what she is. 1021|The sea is emptied of stars in the sky. 1021|I hear a voice and I feel a heat, 1021|A heat and a heat, 1021|A heat and a heat, 1021|A heat and a heat. 1021|I know the end will come a little while, 1021|I feel her warmth in my own blood. 1021|It is not much, I know, 1021|But it's all I've got 1021|And I can't ask 1021|For any more 1021|Than what she gives.... 1021|Oh, I'm starving, starving here; 1021|And my lips and my eyes and my heart 1021|Are all that cheer. 1021|I'm so small, they can't hold their way 1021|And I'm sobbing out in the wilderness 1021|For the one love-song they've turned away. 1021|For I'm so beautiful, and I'm the one 1021|Who loved the only one who could come. 1021|I don't care if it's dead or I'm dead, 1021|And I'm sure I know I'm beautiful 1021|And my eyes and my heart are all that cheer. 1021|I think I've got the sweetest voice 1021|You ever heard the blue; 1021| ======================================== SAMPLE 20730 ======================================== 1953|The Lord forgive, I pray, what I believe and know? 1953|O, what has life to give? for I have seen and heard 1953|O, what has man to hope, when, with a sigh, I turn 1953|Backward from a path that leads to Heav'n and you? 1953|"He had a garden bound with trees. 1953|In it there was a Lady fair, 1953|And in it was a small green Park, 1953|And a pleasant path to tread, 1953|To where they did the sun prepare. 1953|The Lord forgive me, if at all, 1953|That I could not see her there: 1953|I could but keep the garden bright." 1953|There is a little flower 1953|That in every spot doth grow, 1953|Like little flowers with spangles gay-- 1953|For beauty and for beauty's sake. 1953|The lilies bright 1953|Are of her cheeks the brightest dye, 1953|The daisies in her cheeks are brightest, 1953|The daffodils in her lips are best: 1953|Then where she is a flower 1953|Doth come forth all the day and night: 1953|With that we need not wish--in vain 1953|We wish--in vain we wish-- 1953|For there she is and there she will be. 1953|Thou hast a little flock that stand about the yard 1953|And watch and watch and watch and always neigh; 1953|For the wind takes care of that. 1953|There is a little flock that stand about the fence, 1953|Some little cowslips for your feet; 1953|For the wind takes care of that. 1953|Here they stand and watch, and neigh, and wait for thee, 1953|And they never grow wise or wise they may be: 1953|Then there's one in the meadow at noon who never sigh, 1953|And one in the field at twilight who never broods. 1953|God let the birds make music, for he gave us wings, 1953|And the wild birds make music to-day; 1953|God made us gather and take fruit, and gather it make, 1953|And gather it make to to-morrow's day: 1953|And he says-- 1953|"God make me all happy in my garden, 1953|And make all the flowers of to-morrow's mirth." 1953|Oh, who is it that is sitting thus alone, 1953|And looking wistfully into his glass, 1953|And looking wistfully beyond the fence, 1953|And looking wistfully beyond the wall? 1953|A little little lamb is he; 1953|And, seeing this lam, his eyes are dim, 1953|And the smile in them has vanished from his face; 1953|He's a sheep that has wandered far 1953|From the fold and the flock, 1953|A Shepherd looking up in the sky, 1953|For one little lam; 1953|And a little lam is all his soul, 1953|And he prays to sleep and to day, 1953|"O God, in this night of my grief 1953|Let me go and find my sheep!" 1953|I will not tell thee of the earth; 1953|I would not, did it not avail: 1953|But tell me, thou little child, 1953|When at the table thou enterest, 1953|Where thou dost hide thy head, 1953|And where thou hideest thy sweet eyes, 1953|And there wilt be plenty for thee! 1953|Then, say, would I were nigh, 1953|Or wert thou at my side-- 1953|Thou canst be dear and sweet, 1953|And look on me and praise! 1953|I'll be dear to thee, 1953|And kind to thy poor child, 1953|And never will wish to be 1953|A farthing too dear, 1953|If I am found without. 1953|I will not tell thee of the sky; 1953|I would it were ne'er mine, 1953|But tell me of thy room, 1953|And there thy poor face will lie, 1953|And thy sighs by me blown, 1953 ======================================== SAMPLE 20740 ======================================== 1365|From out the forest-dark, 1365|Fell upon his knees and beseeching God. 1365|Then the King of the forest said, 1365|With a voice of wonder, and delight, 1365|"Why thus, with eager joy, 1365|Haste, O my son, with spear and sword, 1365|To the chase of the mountain mouse?" 1365|"Famed among the Kings," quoth the King of the forest, 1365|"And the wild-bear killed in the forest! 1365|Yes, I will go with horse and man, 1365|To confront the angry mice." 1365|"Obey, O King of the forest!" 1365|Cried the youth, with eyes of flame; 1365|"I will go with horse and man, 1365|From the burning of the forest." 1365|Then the King of the forest, with a mighty roar, 1365|Struck the forest on every side, 1365|And the flames beneath, the trees above, 1365|With sudden and terrible commotion shook. 1365|From out the forest's deep recesses rose the sound 1365|Of his own laughter, and sad lament, 1365|And the wild voice of his own grief. 1365|And as he gazed on the burning ground, 1365|He laughed and said aloud,-- 1365|"A glorious prize! it fills my noble brain 1365|With hope of great reward indeed! 1365|I could rejoice with heart and soul, 1365|On this night of sorrow and fear, 1365|To do some deed of heroic deed, 1365|Which all the great forest shall not see." 1365|He spake, and vanished, as a bird 1365|That, speeding from some dark and troubled dell, 1365|Crossing the burning woods, hath broken light; 1365|So, from the forest forth he went, 1365|And saw, amidst the darkness and the smoke, 1365|A white cloud float unto the ships, 1365|Floating along, as a great ship floats 1365|Along the flood that tears the billows up. 1365|And in the middle of the smoke-enclosed space 1365|The King of the forest cried aloud, 1365|With tearful eyes, and loud, and fervent prayer, 1365|As he looked downward on the flames, 1365|And marvelled, till the clouds, in the pale air, 1365|Touched him with brightness, and behold! he was there! 1365|And he said: "Ah, God! what can this have meant? 1365|What means that white cloud rising from the spot 1365|Where now I lie down dead and burning?" 1365|And the old man, breathing deeply, prayed, 1365|While tears fell from his burning eyes, 1365|That God would take his life, and then his heart; 1365|And softly in the dark he drew him close, 1365|And wrapped him in a thin white mantle, good 1365|For the cold, and all his spirit in a blaze 1365|Wrapped in a stately pall; 1365|And then, descending, he ascended 1365|To the earth from the cloud; 1365|And there, for a little space, he remained, 1365|And the old man, leaning on his staff, 1365|Said: "When this night thou com'st back from the forest 1365|Then will I feel thy coming; 1365|For as to-night I lie upon my bed, 1365|I will come, when I lie alone, and take 1365|Thy hand, and place them here, and call thee old, 1365|And tell thee of the forest, and the mirth 1365|That all the birds and beasts have woven in it." 1365|On the way 1365|Through the forest the old man had hastened, 1365|And thought of all the solemn things he had heard 1365|Before he reached the town, 1365|And the noise of his youth and sorrow there,-- 1365|And suddenly he turned, and stopped to look, 1365|And a pale young maiden, pale and shy, 1365|Rose to his side, and said, "Oh, where hast thou?" 1365|And the King turned quickly, and saw the youth 1365|With a young handkerchief on ======================================== SAMPLE 20750 ======================================== 19226|A voice spoke at her side, 19226|That was like a stormy night. 19226|"O maiden, hear my prayer! 19226|It was not on our altar 19226|I laid a crown of roses, 19226|But in my hand I laid you! 19226|"That we beheld your star, 19226|And your beautiful face 19226|In our chapel's glory shine, 19226|For love is a glorious light. 19226|"And to us is unknown 19226|The joy and glory of 19226|The marriage-feast of Love, 19226|Who loves from of old!" 19226|I'll tell you how the maiden 19226|From her bedroom of the morning, 19226|Took her pale bed-fellowess, 19226|And with her hand so white, 19226|Smiled on her from the door. 19226|"O little finger, little hand, 19226|I see you smiling, little maiden, 19226|I see your face so fair. 19226|"And you are tall and slender 19226|With a round face made of blue, 19226|And a lily in your hair, 19226|"And I think you have a crown 19226|Of roses on a little head, 19226|And roses on your brow. 19226|"And I know you were not born, 19226|My little maiden, to be 19226|So proud and self-delighted, 19226|With a white hand to wipe your tears 19226|And a white face for to smile on; 19226|"But it is on your grave, O 19226|In the moonlight shining cold, 19226|That all the love and glory 19226|That your eyes and ears can know is lying!" 19226|So there was his coffin, 19226|Crumpled and ragguied, 19226|Crumpled and ragguied, 19226|Tied with yellow flowers. 19226|So there was his coffin, 19226|Crumpled and ragguied, 19226|In the moonlight shining: 19226|And his ghost was sitting 19226|Within it, with his cross, 19226|And his crown of roses, 19226|Tied with yellow flowers. 19226|My name is John M'Leod, and I live in Kilkenny, 19226|And that's the language the Kilkenny people speak. 19226|I build my houses on the beach of the lake of the sea, 19226|And I'm the proprietor of the same. 19226|I build my houses on the sand of the lake of the sea, 19226|And I'm the proprietor of the same. 19226|I sell eggs, and honey, and many kinds of cheese, 19226|And I'm the proprietor of the same. 19226|I sell cheese and eggs, and in Kilkenny I frequently 19226|Buy beef from Fritzy and Bully Bull; 19226|I make no question of my name, for my house is on the beach 19226|Of the lake of the sea, and by the shore of the lake 19226|Lay my boats and houses from land. 19226|I have a good wife and a young daughter, of whom you'll find 19226|That no creature ever loved twice. 19226|I send her all that I can get, and if I get nothing else, 19226|I leave her a little bit of me. 19226|I send her all that I can get, and if I get nothing else, 19226|I get her down to be as free from pride as a little bird 19226|That's flying the air from morn till evening. 19226|I put her in a corner where the butterflies and fairies live, 19226|And I send her round and round and round. 19226|I put her in a box, with a lock of hair on her brow, 19226|And I send her to the haunts of fairies. 19226|I put her on a bus and I send her to fairyland, 19226|And I'm the proprietor of the same. 19226|I'm the proprietor of Fritzy Bull's country; and I'm king, like, so 19226|Well, now, my dear, that's quite enough; take me no more, and 19226|And now, my dear ======================================== SAMPLE 20760 ======================================== 2817|The sun rose behind the west, 2817|The moon came back to be: 2817|The old brown church was left to be; 2817|The church with the gables black; 2817|And the black churchyard was left to be; 2817|And the black churchyard was left to be. 2817|The old brown church 2817|Was built in the days of kings, 2817|And the great dome, red with wine, 2817|Was built of old time when Rome, 2817|Was built with the blood of the tars. 2817|The old brown church 2817|Was built ere men were sure 2817|That stone in the hands of Art 2817|Could hold the weight of the world. 2817|It's a long way from the sea to the sky, 2817|It's a long way from the sea to the hill, 2817|It's fifty fathom deep and high:-- 2817|In that long way, a white stone, 2817|The ferry came to town 2817|In the golden days, 2817|When the people built their houses high, 2817|And walked about on the high seas: 2817|It's fifty fathom deep and high, 2817|And there is no house in the town 2817|That was not once built on the sand, 2817|By the salt waves and the flying spray, 2817|On the beach of the Atlantic main, 2817|In the days before the ships sailed free. 2817|In the golden days, 2817|When the people built their houses high, 2817|And sat at their work on the piles and the stones, 2817|And cheered them with songs and with shouts, 2817|At night in the golden light of the moonshine,-- 2817|In the days before the ships sailed away. 2817|The ferry came to the town, 2817|In the golden days, 2817|In the golden days: 2817|The people sat in their homes and drank the wine 2817|To cheer them through the dark hours; 2817|The boats went out and the ships came in, 2817|With the song of their harps ringing clear 2817|On the deck of the ferry of Long Ago. 2817|The ferry came to the town, 2817|The ferryman stood in the water dark, 2817|And cried in a voice as wild as his own:-- 2817|"Hark ye the song of the wind! 2817|It is the song of the wind!" 2817|But when the ferryman looked in the eyry 2817|He saw as black as his grave before,-- 2817|The eyes of the ferryman, of the wind! 2817|As black as the grave of the ferryman, 2817|And worse as the grave that lies thereon; 2817|But worse as his grave, as they both were black,-- 2817|But worse as both black, worse as they both were bad. 2817|The ferryman looked on the sea 2817|So much that he could not see 2817|The ferry as it sailed and fled, 2817|For the wind made all the sails reel. 2817|"Farewell, farewell! My time is come," 2817|He cried, "farewell, farewell! 2817|I cannot see the ferry as we sail, 2817|For the wind makes all the sails reel." 2817|And the ferryman said, "I fear 2817|The ship of my people is near." 2817|And all night long over the sea 2817|It whistled and fled and sang. 2817|And the ferryman sank to death, 2817|But a little boat made green 2817|In the wind and the storm and the wreck, 2817|And clung around it and clung through 2817|The tempest of its passion and its lust. 2817|And the ferryman was buried; and the land 2817|Was white with the buried waters. 2817|(That is, if the sea has a grave.) 2817|And we have brought a man to the end of his rope: 2817|No, not the last; 2817|As you'd hope; and he only has walked the walk,-- 2817|And there isn't much to see nor hear about 2817|Than the last stone round about the ======================================== SAMPLE 20770 ======================================== 15370|"TOO!" says a poor child; "I do not understand it!" 15370|"TOO!" says a wealthy one; "I don't understand it!" 15370|"TOO!" says a maiden; "I feel it much!" 15370|But they all have their "tricks,"--and the poor little one 15370|Has a "tricks up," and "tricks down;" 15370|And the rich one has a "tricks--"--and the poor one has "tricks" 15370|In his travels. 15370|And the poor child has but four wheels; 15370|And the rich one's up to twenty, 15370|And the poor one has no wheels at all! 15370|"T'UNA!" says the parson, "is a curse 15370|On her that t'UNA takes!" 15370|But the parson has no "tunes" in his ears; 15370|And the poor child has but two 15370|Words--"love," and "blessings," and "love;" 15370|Which--"T'UNA," says he, "is the only thing 15370|Love or not you've got!" 15370|I was just on my honeymoon, 15370|I wish my folks wouldn't tell! 15370|I was just on my honeymoon, 15370|I wish my folks wouldn't tell! 15370|I was just on my honeymoon, 15370|I wish my folks wouldn't tell! 15370|There was an old, old-am baboon named Dapple, 15370|And he was red as any rose, 15370|And he had a beard on his chin, 15370|And he went to beg at the fair. 15370|And he had a brown little gipsy 15370|And he carried him out to play, 15370|And he brought him to the King--a wench, 15370|But Dapple scoffed at him all, 15370|And the old man's heart was broke. 15370|There was an old, old-am baboon named Doggie, 15370|And he was a darter with a leg, 15370|And he played with Doggie all the day, 15370|For he never had a fear. 15370|And his name was big, big as a hog, 15370|And his skin was as red as a hog, 15370|His tail was dull as a hog's tail, 15370|And his eyes were just as black as a hog's eye! 15370|Oh, there's none so rare as a darter, 15370|Of course, you may say so is he; 15370|If you see him, you'll see no sin, 15370|If you see him, you'll ne'er see good dog! 15370|It was the little Peterkin, 15370|He bought a little brown horse; 15370|And the horse grew great and strong, 15370|And then, one rainy day, 15370|He felt sick, and so he died. 15370|His mother sold the horse for a pound, 15370|The little brown horse was sick; 15370|And the poor little horse grieved sore 15370|That he looked so thin and white. 15370|Her little red lips were pink again, 15370|And her eyes were red again; 15370|She looked better, better than before 15370|After all her hard-play! 15370|And her mother put him in a cage, 15370|And gave him some well washed clothes; 15370|For she couldn't make him well at all 15370|In the dingy town. 15370|No matter how the poor little horse 15370|Was treated, the same harsh thing 15370|Would always come to the poor little ears: 15370|For the cruel mother made a vow 15370|That she would never do it more. 15370|The little red lips were gone; 15370|And her eyes were very white, 15370|And the poor little white body 15370|Was sick the whole world through. 15370|The horrid thing would always leap 15370|And leap and leap 15370|Till the little red lips would not sing; 15370|And the poor little body 15370|Would die, dying, from cold. 15370|And then it said: 15370|"I'm going to ======================================== SAMPLE 20780 ======================================== 10493|"How many are you, man, and what shall be done?" 10493|"Three or four," he replied, "and then the plan 10493|Will be to send you back to where you came." 10493|"And then?" said one. 10493|"But then we'll have the Four Freedoms with us." 10493|“Why do you trust the Four Freedoms, man?” 10493|“Well, first, you’ll be no robber, and no 10493|In a country where it is law to kill. 10493|You won’t be a mob in a land 10493|Where men will be bound that they’ll not rob. 10493|But then you’ll be freed, first and foremost— 10493|By a trial of arms where the light 10493|Will be the truth, first and foremost. 10493|And you’ll be freed as citizen, 10493|And then you’ll be a democrat. 10493|For you’ll be freed, first and foremost, 10493|You shall be a citizen who’s free 10493|In his home, and in his country. 10493|You’ll be freed to work as citizens, 10493|As fellow-citizens of a union. 10493|You’ll be freed first as a member 10493|Of the nation in all its powers. 10493|You’ll be freed when freedom’s living spirit 10493|Is not with us in every heart.” 10493|“Come down,” says he, 10493|“Come down and join this wonderful cause. 10493|The Four Freedoms, if I understand rightly, 10493|At a meeting in a townhouse court 10493|A man stood up, and at each word 10493|He put two of the four Freedoms by him. 10493|This made the man ’uplife to the four, 10493|And the four,” said the lawyer, “you’ll see”— 10493|They joined twice ten of the Four Freedoms. 10493|And as he who can help being jolly, 10493|And a little too ready to crack a whip, 10493|So happy he who serves in the army, 10493|So happy when he’s sent to his post, 10493|Was the little soldier John. 10493|He marched in his captain’s regiment, 10493|Where the men fought till they went and died; 10493|And they gave his brother the praise of the fighting 10493|Till old John,’s ears was attired in mourning. 10493|His brother died and came back, and there came back John— 10493|The good soldier John. 10493|And once again was the little soldier John. 10493|The little brother he was a little man, 10493|And he went out in the morning fresh and fair: 10493|He went out with the sun and the rain, 10493|And his mother she asked him, 10493|‘What do you wish, my son?’ said his mother. 10493|‘I want a barrel,’ said the little soldier John. 10493|‘I’m sure it’s just the first 10493|One of a hundred that you have ever received. 10493|And if you receive but a hundred two, 10493|I’ll have a hundred four,’ said little John. 10493|So he gave his brother the barrel, 10493|And away went the night, 10493|Till the sunrise was grecian in the western sky; 10493|And they laid the limb over the door of the tavern, 10493|And they called to his bed to him there lay 10493|That little soldier John. 10493|Then the little soldier John 10493|Went out to the field again, 10493|And he got in the army again: 10493|‘I want a horse,’ said he. 10493|‘And I’ll need a horse,’ said his brother. 10493|‘You cannot have half a head,’ said John. 10493|‘You are right,’ said the little brother. 10493|‘I’ll have a horse,’ said the little soldier John. ======================================== SAMPLE 20790 ======================================== 24869|With all the host of giants’ dread array.(511) 24869|Their royal hands on high they reared, 24869|And from his brow the lord of air 24869|Beheld the mighty heroes fall. 24869|They saw him struck to death and torn, 24869|While his own brother Ráma slew; 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, as a cloud of flame, 24869|Burnt to the earth beneath his feet. 24869|Thus, in the might of Vráma’s hand, 24869|In terror of each airy form, 24869|Fierce giants fell, or toiled afield. 24869|Soon as the vulture saw her sire 24869|Slain by the blow of Rávaṇ’s sword, 24869|Sugríva’s son he saw in death, 24869|And fell at Ráma’s side amain 24869|Proud, by his father’s valour led, 24869|Lamenting him by thousands brought, 24869|A like distress for all their race. 24869|Then to the skies for aid he sent 24869|His cry. Asclepian, Tartar and Dane 24869|Rained vengeance down on Ráma’s fane, 24869|And earth no longer could contain. 24869|He saw his royal father slain, 24869|Shaken of heart, the pride of all. 24869|And all the princes in their fear 24869|Saw Ráma lying dead and cold. 24869|A hundred leagues and more they sought 24869|The prince who slew his foe and fled. 24869|Canto LVI. The Vulture. 24869|Then came the mighty sage, at last, 24869|To find his brother Ráma. By 24869|Vishnu’s offering, he would bear 24869|The brother, while the bow he drew 24869|Against the bird that mocked his skill. 24869|The bird that mocked his skill, it chanced, 24869|Was Vṇuchakarmá with winged sting. 24869|She chanced to find him on that way, 24869|And with her evil breath she sung: 24869|“Ráma is dead and buried deep 24869|And is the greatest hero I: 24869|Fierce is he in all his life, and dreaded 24869|By me, the daughter of a king. 24869|In thee is heard the dreadful cry 24869|Fierce Rávaṇ hurled: his foemen’s dread, 24869|And, by thy valiant deeds obeyed, 24869|Has robbed all the worlds of light. 24869|He, by the foe’s fierce anger driven, 24869|Is found by thee who fought amain 24869|With blade and bow and arrows, all 24869|The glory of his father’s name, 24869|The king of forest lands, and first 24869|Of all the warriors who for me 24869|Were born and died in days of yore. 24869|O Ráma true and mighty-souled, 24869|Great-hearted, brave, and noble youth, 24869|The best of all who live in heaven, 24869|My Ráma comes indeed to see: 24869|’Tis for his sake I seek this place, 24869|To bear this comrade off, at last, 24869|The bow that blazes forth its sparks 24869|Against the god of battles’ head.” 24869|When thus the sire of men had said, 24869|He gently rested on his breast 24869|His hands, his feet, his golden crest, 24869|And Ráma looked into his eyes, 24869|His mouth, for smiles so bright to view.(512) 24869|From out his mouth the sound awoke: 24869|O’er his broad forehead there unwound 24869|His forehead’s rich hair flew out in wreaths, 24869|And every ringlet fair and tall 24869|A golden garland cast aside. 24869|Then, when the Sire’s behest was done, 24869|He touched Ráma with the bow, and then 24869|With gentle voice in words like these 24869|He ======================================== SAMPLE 20800 ======================================== A few good words 31594|Were all that 'gainst the villainous robber fell. 31594|But some were wounded and some were killed; 31594|And the last man, the last of the twelve, 31594|Was a wretchery's width apart, 31594|As they lay by the river and shore. 31594|And he was a little blacksmith's son, 31594|And the man was a little brown hen; 31594|But their lives had ne'er e'er been summed, 31594|Ever since the day that this life began, 31594|Up to the tenth leap year--six years ten. 31594|And the little blacksmith's son says to the little brown hen, 31594|"Cousin, take the little brown hen away." 31594|But the little brown hen, the little brown hen 31594|Goes and eats the children of that little blacksmith son. 31594|As he and his mother were passing along, 31594|One day, o'er a mighty flood of blood, 31594|There was an end that they would ever know. 31594|And the little red hen sat alone, 31594|In a little rooky nest, 31594|'Mid her brood of white eggs, and she cried, 31594|"Ah! I'm lonely, lone, lonely, lone." 31594|And the little rich man passed, 31594|And looked out with his musing heart, 31594|Till he found his child among the flowers, 31594|And he looked back again, and looked over his shoulder. 31594|Then he took her little hand, 31594|And leaned in close, and fondled her head, 31594|And ever he wept, and ever he sighed, 31594|And ever he bowed his head. 31594|And for all his pains 31594|(In a wistful, dreaming way, 31594|And with a face as sad as he must be) 31594|The little rich man spoke, and said: 31594|"I love thee, no less, 31594|No less; but I love thee more 31594|Than I love any riches of mine." 31594|And his heart was glad and proud, 31594|When he touched her little head, 31594|And he said in a sad low voice, 31594|"I love thee, oh, nevermore!" 31594|And this song is a song of love to this little bird, 31594|But he had not a minute's rest, 31594|Nor he could have the heart to sing it unto a note; 31594|So a kindly neighbor, a young child of nine and ten, 31594|Who was fond of a kind heart, 31594|He came softly among the birds, and they sat and ate. 31594|And soon the birds began to sing, 31594|And the sun shone like summer gladness, 31594|While the child looked up with joy. 31594|And a kindly neighbor, a young child of nine and ten, 31594|Who loved the birds and trees, 31594|He played with them in their own world, 31594|And taught them their song; 31594|And his eyes were ever shining, 31594|Where the birds were singing high, 31594|Till the birds came flying to his eyes, 31594|And his head began to nod. 31594|And he made a merry-day 31594|To his little birdies; 31594|They returned the love he had felt, 31594|In his happy mood. 31594|And he thought of them daily, 31594|And his thoughts would follow 31594|Like a kind of light celestial, 31594|"The world has need of me." 31594|When the old man died, 31594|When the last song 31594|Of the birds came o'er his head, 31594|From his lonely nest; 31594|Then our dear little birdies, 31594|Like the birds that took wing 31594|From his grave and filled his heart 31594|With their own love, 31594|Came and came again. 31594|And then the flowers of spring, 31594|Made a joyous ring, 31594|Like the tones of birds in spring, 31594|In their gladness greeted. 31594|Now, the children have gone from us; 31594|We are old, ======================================== SAMPLE 20810 ======================================== 17448|An' the first thing that it heard, when it woke, 17448|Was the tramp o' the fox. 17448|An' the next thing we knew 'twas night in Hell, 17448|An' things got ugly aboon 'em a twal' thousand kys. 17448|The Devil was in a hole, an' a hole fast. 17448|It sorter seemed that 'twas in a bog, 17448|As it wur rinnin' on in a whirl-- 17448|A whirly mass, an' all was wablin' an' all. 17448|"Come to my bower, O, begrimed and beggarious wight! 17448|Come to my bower, where a' the world's folk are housed, 17448|An' the lassies aneath your feet, an' the lasses aneath your head, 17448|An' a' the rest o' the world that is bllast in the dark! 17448|O, wake and behold the bonnie blue of the moon, 17448|And hear the kylikis of the round world's robin, 17448|O, bide an' listen to bonnie lassie, O, bonnie bide her!" 17448|"O, wake and hearken, O, begrimed an' beggarious wight, 17448|Dear, cling to me! 17448|Listen, and follow, O, begrimed an' beggarious wight, 17448|An' I'll show to thee 17448|The way a' true lovers love their ain dear lassies blue! 17448|For a' the land o' love is green an' cheery an' licht, 17448|An' a' the land o' weddin' is sweeter, an' a' the man 17448|Maun hae bein' kissed, an' a' the man hae been the sweeter!" 17448|"O, bide an' listen, O, begrimed and beggarious wight! 17448|Here's our love frae dame to a' the wind o' the world unto a' the 17448|I hae sung our love frae dame to a' the wind o' the world, 17448|Wi' saut tears in my e'e, 17448|Sic love that ca's the gaun an' shore o' man an' woman. 17448|My gude little heart in the licht o' the wind, 17448|An' I'm come here to kiss, an' kiss ye, sweet ane o' my life!" 17448|But aye, an' baith for love o' auld or young or rich, 17448|I 'm raxin' wi' my love for everin', an' baith 't to live for 17448|To woo her, an' kiss her, an' love her, my bonnie wee laddie 17448|I hae a bonnier lass I 'm lovin' and never to grow! 17448|I hae a life to fill, 17448|The world canna see my toil, 17448|My heart in my bosom is white, 17448|Wooing it's own dear bairn 17448|'Cause I love her so! 17448|She weds a man a howlin to bide an' keep the cot, 17448|Nor is it that I'm wairst bent, 17448|Nae mair I woo her for a crown; 17448|I 'm only a brither, 17448|An' nane grows bairn to me. 17448|An' aye she 'll say to day, 17448|An' aye she 'll say to morn, 17448|If I grow randy 17448|I will not ha' to woo. 17448|Yule wald be gane to me! 17448|I 'll woo my kind ewum 17448|Mysel' to be, 17448|An' a' the year. 17448|My daddie gied a carl unto his dearie, 17448|An' she kent nae the licht o' the carl that gaed awa', 17448|But sang sic songs as she 'd lear aft her singin' 17448|When the carll wiste it was ======================================== SAMPLE 20820 ======================================== 615|"My heart was at this time free from all fear, 615|Nor was my mind, as hath been said, seduced 615|By one man only, with whom I might 615|Hasten together, though unseen, to meet; 615|Who, as a traitor, might this scene invade, 615|If I some other be, to whom, for fear 615|Of him, my heart and mind might be disjoined: 615|For, in respect of nature, he is more 615|Admiring than of aught which may be seen. 615|"But my new friend at first was not persuaded, 615|And wished my lord my mind not to engage: 615|Because I wished to see, he told me, 615|And said I might behold him with mine eyes; 615|That we might on his service be content. 615|I with that promise gladly agreed, 615|And on that day was pleased in sooth and kind." 615|Thus said the damsel, and as many more 615|Like words are styled, for his good fortune, said; 615|Since from his mind the man was chang'd and changed, 615|She in her eyes a tearless streamered still. 615|She, with the others, who were of opinion 615|He was from birth a Christian, and a knight, 615|And to his faith, which on him was so true, 615|She with a wreath of olive would entreat, 615|To him as soon as possible, to yield. 615|But he his daughter, whom of yore, he left, 615|After his death, to this new order did, 615|Yet after some days, with ill success, 615|Felt to behold him once more, albeit in vain; 615|And, though he grudged in him the ill to show, 615|In his own person to the wench, in words 615|That oft his heart was moved, "My dearest dear, 615|With thee be pleased to prove thy faith and trust; 615|And if that faith and trust thou ever find 615|In thine own husband, with my son bestow; 615|And if my son my son's embrace, be me 615|The happy cause." Upon the damsel, who 615|With sorrow, care and sorrow, tears and sighs, 615|With such great kindness at the father's hand, 615|Thus to the valiant cavalier began: 615|"O prince, as from your breast the fire is seen, 615|(And hence his name to me), of love so high 615|As to the most remote that man can hear, 615|I pray thee to the hospitable board 615|Of Charlemagne to tell thy wish, with all 615|Which, if to tell thy wish thou wilt avail, 615|I will not withhold my word, or from thee, 615|I hope, the grace and succour of my love; 615|So that thou in due honour and by might 615|Thyself shalt do the deed, which well I vow. 615|"Though he thy honour and thy shame require -- 615|I would not ask, in that thou my husband's guest 615|Wouldst with thy son, in exile, for thy spouse; 615|Nor would I ask, in that thou my peer 615|Shouldst lose in marriage; nor would I ask, 615|(As well I know thou wilt,) that I should feel 615|In this my present place more sorrow than I. 615|If my own son with other love would join, 615|Which thine ought to be the cause of thy pain: 615|If other reason be thy shame to tell, 615|Whence is that cause? 'twas that he was born, 615|And I, the other, him by other woe: 615|Thou, that whilery'st in a strange and lone sea, 615|And shouldst be sorrowing at thy pains to rove, 615|Wilt by thyself to many a foreign land, 615|And for thyself so great desire in vain. 615|"To hear the king's behest is only done 615|By some select few; not by a king; 615|And, as he wishes not aught with thine, 615|In all thy wishes he shall have our will. 615|Who, as his father's wont, a bond prepares 615|For thee, is now my will, that you are both: 615|For to perform my will was never meant, ======================================== SAMPLE 20830 ======================================== 841|The sun is a very slow, a very gentle friend, 841|And the dark tide of the sea is a friend of mine. 841|The water is a gentle friend--and a slow friend too-- 841|Tad may be the slowest. The wind's the fast friend of mine. 841|The sky and the sea go together as one sea, 841|And the slowest have the slowest friends. Tad's the slowest 841|With the sun. And sometimes I watch him going down 841|Where the ships drift, and go through circles of blue. 841|Sometimes I watch him coming up where the ships drift 841|And the red lines in the windy water grow again. 841|The sun is a kindly friend-- 841|He is kind to me, 841|He is not afraid; 841|And when I lean against his breast, 841|In the red daybreak he is a friend to me. 841|No, I do not know his face, 841|Nor his name; 841|The sea-tide of dreams, 841|The wind-gleam of tears, 841|I know his smile, the light 841|Of all the stars. 841|The shadow of his eyelids 841|In the grey morning 841|On me he smiles so glad, 841|Till, when he sings, he is 841|A friend with me. 841|I know by his voice 841|He is listening, 841|Because it is his nature 841|To be listening, 841|And I know in his own 841|He is ready. 841|He does not say "This is the season" 841|Or "This is the time," 841|For every man must be 841|A hunter of his mind. 841|He knows not how it goes, 841|For the world is so wide, 841|And I can hear a song 841|Upon the tide-line. 841|The sun is a friend not to lie awake 841|Nor toil is denied, 841|And I know not the time or the place 841|When we go home. 841|With his hands the sea-shells hold 841|To my face, in a dreamy way, 841|That I cannot put away or withhold. 841|There's not much to do, the sea-bird 841|Has hardly had chance 841|To take a flower from the sand or a star 841|That lies in the deep. 841|He does not know that the sea-shells seem 841|Not to be true 841|Of the sea that he's out there. The sea-beach 841|Can never hold him in. 841|I have a great heart, and I dare ask 841|The meaning of things. 841|I can think of the future like a shell 841|In a man's hand, 841|And I know that somewhere in a dream, 841|There may belong 841|Some treasure of the flesh to a place 841|Where it was never, 841|Like to this earth-- 841|These little golden clouds that a little girl 841|Takes up in her hand. 841|I can dream of the old grey town behind 841|In the sea-side land, 841|Where the long banks are, 841|The little houses are, 841|And all the people are, 841|And all the houses look 841|Like one another. 841|Only the shadow of some water-lilies 841|Like little lilies, 841|And I know that there is a white light 841|Over the sea. 841|The sea is one old grey town, 841|A thousand little islands float there, 841|Like little islands under the sea, 841|And a hundred little ships stand there, 841|And a hundred little ships go over. 841|I know this town, 841|And this is my dream. 841|I see a golden light, 841|I can hear a sound from afar 841|Of a child playing on the sea-shore, 841|And I dream to my heart of wood, 841 ======================================== SAMPLE 20840 ======================================== 20586|'Tis a very nice day 20586|To see the sun, you know; 20586|And I can hear the winds, you know, 20586|And the fishes swimming by; 20586|And the birds are all a-say, you know, 20586|The very tune that's sweetest to me: 20586|'Tis such a perfect time of day 20586|For me, and such a time of May, 20586|When, for to-day, such delightful thoughts 20586|Cometh up in my mind. 20586|The very apples seem to sing; 20586|I can tell by their color how 20586|The day is going: now I know 20586|The time will soon be coming on-- 20586|The most delightful time of May! 20586|The little brook is lapping up 20586|The sunniest places well; 20586|And little brook is drinking in 20586|The sunniest waters yet. 20586|With its little waves is lapping thee, 20586|Thou bright and shining star; 20586|And every little ripple is lapping 20586|That has yet swum this far out there. 20586|With its little waves is lapping thee, 20586|Thou bright and shining stream; 20586|And every ripple is rapping to me 20586|Till my hands are so sleepy, so sleepy. 20586|The little brook is lapping up 20586|The water clear and bright, 20586|And every little ripple is rapping to me 20586|To rouse me, for to-morrow's tea. 20586|With its little waves is lapping thee, 20586|Thou sunniest fountains clear! 20586|And every little ripple is rapping to me 20586|And calling, "Wake, wake, dear! 20586|Let us, dear wake, dear! it is to-morrow!" 20586|'Tis such a beautiful thing 20586|A little ripple to see; 20586|To be so safe, and to be so safe, 20586|Beside the lovely little brook. 20586|O, water, water! O, water, water! 20586|Thou in the valley, springing down, 20586|Thy cool, transparent fountain-head 20586|Above the meadows, softly peeping! 20586|Dost thou not love a salt brook? 20586|A little ripple, a little ripple, 20586|A cool, transparent fountain-head 20586|To dip thy cool, transparent fountain, 20586|Above the puddled, polluted water? 20586|Thy waters, cool, transparent, clear, 20586|Are a cool, transparent fountain-head 20586|In the bosom of this troubled, troubled 20586|World a little deeper than we know. 20586|But thou dost love a cool, transparent, 20586|Clarified, translucent brook, 20586|'Mid the blear and blear-eyed brook-water, 20586|O, thou knowest what thou lovest! 20586|Thou and thy little sister, Spring! 20586|Have done with the water and gone into 20586|The mountains and planted thy holy brows 20586|Upon the brinks of the crystal torrents 20586|So deep that their current flows for ever, 20586|And ever, and ever. 20586|And what is most glorious in this world, 20586|Is that thou and thy sister might come down 20586|And dwell with men in the bosom of the 20586|And yet art thou yet not so high 20586|As they, 20586|The sister of thy sister? What is her name 20586|So that she may loose her heart from the bands 20586|Of the cold blear and blear-eyed brook? 20586|Her name is she!-- 20586|'T is she, she, she-- 20586|A quiet, pure, gentle, beautiful name, 20586|And she, the sister of thy sister, Spring! 20586|O, when the blear and blear-eyed brook 20586|Brought the beautiful sister and thee 20586|Down to the deep and bosom of God, 20586|What was it to be then with the flowers 20586|Of nature together in union? 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 20850 ======================================== 15553|The heart that you know so well, 15553|When life goes reeling by, 15553|Tells you a story more wondrous 15553|Than you have heard before! 15553|In a silent place below, 15553|'Neath the vault of the grave 15553|By a garden of flowers, 15553|There is a place for you, 15553|With a secret for you, 15553|With a garden for you! 15553|A thousand hearts in one 15553|Has the sound of a sigh: 15553|'T is the voice, but the sound surpasses, 15553|That bids the beloved fly! 15553|The path that she walks in 15553|No man can come to lead her: 15553|The little heart that was once his 15553|Lives with him to-day. 15553|_Aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye_; 15553|_Ah! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! aye! a_; 15553|We will talk no more of the old, 15553|So passionate, so kind, so fair; 15553|But the new heart that is born in the old 15553|Is more to its mother's heart true; 15553|It is wiser than she is, more calm 15553|Than it, which she called the storm. 15553|There are days when the heart in me 15553|Can scarce contain itself awhile; 15553|I am glad if it be not thine; 15553|But the heart cannot rest at rest. 15553|_That and the old man of fifty-seven, 15553|Whose heart--oh, the old heart's pulse!-- 15553|Was no idle ornament, 15553|When his bride, one summer morn, 15553|Went mad with revel and with wine. 15553|But he heard her plainly in the vine, 15553|And he turned him to the sky, 15553|And gave up all the revel and the wine, 15553|To live a sober man still. 15553|And he ruled with a wise and solemn care 15553|His household of aged dames; 15553|And one time a queen was a dwarf's life 15553|And a woman's death a tomb!_ 15553|I sit and dream the dream 15553|That never comes to birth,-- 15553|And the love that never dies. 15553|It comes from the dark beyond my ken, 15553|It is stronger than dream or pen,-- 15553|It is stronger than hope or strife, 15553|It is stronger than tears or smart-- 15553|And it lingers, and it will be 15553|In my heart evermore. 15553|The old man's wife, he used to say, 15553|Was something in fashion then. 15553|And his face was brown,--and his hair 15553|Was of the brownest stock. 15553|There were cronies in his yard, 15553|And sallows in his sea-green coat,-- 15553|(His wife's brown, you know.) 15553|"Cream," he would say, "cream," 15553|And I would cry, in tears, 15553|"Oh, have you seen that rose,-- 15553|The lovely rose that I 15553|Care for not though it bring 15553|My heart to bloom again?" 15553|The old man said, in his frail old way, 15553|(For the hollow sound was often he), 15553|"No, no, I've never seen that rose,-- 15553|I don't own a single pink,-- 15553|And I would fain have sold away 15553|The part of woman now, 15553|For a hundred godds,--even I 15553|Quite understand the meaning of that word,-- 15553|For a hundred godds,--I mean the money's up." 15553|The old man was very grave, 15553|And I saw--but his eyes, they were soft and mild, 15553|As he turned and asked his daughter's neighbor, 15553|"Did she come to visit me ======================================== SAMPLE 20860 ======================================== 27126|With the light that makes the stars to shine, 27126|All the earth and sky are full of song! 27126|The wind on the sea! 27126|The wind on the sea! 27126|The sea is mad with joy! 27126|The tide beats up, beats down, beats back, 27126|Rushes on and on, and sweeps the sea. 27126|The storm on the tall! 27126|The storm on the tall! 27126|The tall is mad with joy 27126|And laughs as he drives on, mad with joy, 27126|With a merry, merry, merry grin. 27126|Lord, make it good to me! 27126|Lord, make it good to me! 27126|The wind on the sea! 27126|The wind on the sea! 27126|The sea is mad with joy! 27126|The tide beats up, beats down, beats back, 27126|Rushes on and on, and sweeps the sea. 27126|The storm on the high! 27126|The storm on the high! 27126|The high is mad with joy 27126|And curses at the storm, the storm, 27126|And beats up, beats down, beats back, 27126|And beats all day and all night, and all morn and morn, 27126|Like a beast with a fleecy white fleece upon his snout. 27126|And the sea-winds, 27126|And the storm on the high, 27126|And the wind on the high! 27126|And the wind on the high! 27126|And the wind on the high! 27126|And the sea that beats back and forth, over the sea, 27126|A-quaking with laughter and thunder and the sea that shakes, 27126|In the midst of this madness, 27126|Lord, make it good to me! 27126|Lord, make it good to me! 27126|The wind on the red! 27126|The wind on the red! 27126|The red is mad with joy! 27126|The tide rolls in, rolls out, rolls in, rolls out, 27126|And the old world laughs, and the young world wept, 27126|While ships went down, 27126|When the wind on the red! 27126|The wind on the red! 27126|The red is mad with joy! 27126|For ships and sailors that had died; 27126|For a sun-white land, of lovely, lovely land, 27126|Rose, rose, 27126|With the sea-winds, and the storm on the red, 27126|And the old world rang, 27126|When the wind on the red! 27126|'Twas the hour of sunset; 27126|'Twas the hour of sunset; 27126|And the old world had come to its end, 27126|As the shadows of day swept all around; 27126|Ships had gone down in fire and flame, 27126|And the white sea-sand -- the whole world was red 27126|With the red sunset-torrents' fiery dance. 27126|'Twas the hour of death; 27126|'Twas the hour of death; 27126|And the silent moon, and all the stars, 27126|From the blue east unto the west, 27126|And the stars, and the dark earth, lay hushed, 27126|As the last twilight hour drew near. 27126|Red and white, and blue and violet; 27126|Mossy, and rock, and the crimson lake, 27126|And the land of dreams: 27126|Moved in their turn. 27126|Pressed, and cold, and dark, and soft, 27126|Mossy, and stone, and the crimson lake; 27126|And the moon's face, like thine, was white. 27126|'Twas a mighty night! 27126|'Twas a mighty night! 27126|The clouds hung, like shrouds of lead, 27126|In golden bands, on the starlight sky; 27126|The wind blew wild and free 27126|From the vast mountain-hills, 27126|Leaping, like cliffs of cloud, 27126|On the vast sea-waves; and as they rolled, 27126|The starlight, rippling o'er ======================================== SAMPLE 20870 ======================================== 41985|And they know not, as the angels think 41985|Who know the secrets of Thy works to do; 41985|Not he who sits at heaven's gate. 41985|And they know not that he is not all, 41985|And, as they say, 'tis the devil waits 41985|Where angels may not walk or play. 41985|Who is it that has made them feel 41985|And know that there is more to One 41985|Than what the world conceals; who is it 41985|Who makes them see that ever lives 41985|The Lord is One, in all his Works 41985|That do so much and pass so soon? 41985|One thing alone it is that they 41985|Love to give to him and take away 41985|Knowing the rest is hidden in play; 41985|The thing that they must always keep, 41985|Till Judgment comes and all is o'er. 41985|So, if, by time, men may not know 41985|The heart they teach, how they may win 41985|To trust in God's eternal love; 41985|And if the angels know no other 41985|Than that which is revealed to all 41985|For the reward of love and service; 41985|Then will each one with passion fraught 41985|Love to his Maker, worship, pray, 41985|And let his heart be filled, one day 41985|To see the things he cannot see; 41985|And then--the day will come to pass 41985|On which that soul will know the rest. 41985|There is a mountain where the sun 41985|Never looks on our earth-born sky; 41985|The wind goes never at the tree, 41985|The bird goes never in the sky; 41985|A child, it cries, 41985|Will cry in heaven 41985|On its mother, 41985|For her tears 41985|When it is sad. 41985|The snow is never found at home, 41985|And the leaves are never gathered there 41985|Where their fathers in the golden spring 41985|Did sit; 41985|And there is never a voice 41985|At waking, 41985|And there is never a breath 41985|The breath 41985|Is never lost 41985|Upon the snow. 41985|There we have a tale of a child, 41985|A child who cried--Oh, the words are too fair; 41985|I never heard it once from a dear mother heard. 41985|And the wind goes never at the tree, 41985|The bird flies never at the sky, 41985|The father cries, 41985|And I will never 41985|Know the joy 41985|Of the child that cries. 41985|A little baby was sleeping, 41985|But I put it next to me in bed. 41985|I heard a sound, a little voice, 41985|That said, "Blessed are oppressed." 41985|And I, O God! was glad and comforted. 41985|"Blessed are all the poor," 41985|This saying filled 41985|My heart with gladness all day long. 41985|But, somewhere, at the sound, there fell 41985|A light upon the infant's face. 41985|And the child looked up in my face 41985|And, looking into God's eyes, 41985|Said, "What shall I say?" 41985|And I, O God! was sad and offended. 41985|"Blessed are all the broken-hearted," 41985|This saying filled 41985|My heart with gladness, 41985|Yet I could never say it over and over. 41985|And so, one day, at the end of the day, 41985|I said, 41985|"I will bless and adore the broken-heart." 41985|And all at once the broken-hearted came, 41985|Wet with the tears of anger and blame. 41985|They stood in the golden doors, that apart 41985|Were all the ways 41985|Where the angels went to their glory through. 41985|And the little spirit said: 41985|"I heard the bells from the heavenly porch 41985|Tolling sweet praises before the Lamb. 41985|O my brothers, O my sisters dear, ======================================== SAMPLE 20880 ======================================== 2130|The earth's soiled garment, the air's clouded veil! 2130|But God is still our guardian, through the end, 2130|And when all's said, I'll go on the hill, and find 2130|My God's own face in my mother, on the earth, 2130|And make that known. 2130|When the first stars grew strange in the West, 2130|And came among the trees, as if to greet 2130|The wandering Spirit of a morning wild, 2130|I heard the wind blowing in the pine, 2130|And saw the white cedar trees among; 2130|And all the trees were like a dream to me; 2130|The valleys seemed to me the deep, blue sea, 2130|The mountains like our Father's home at last. 2130|For there I found the light the Spirit led, 2130|And found myself among the living willows, 2130|In sleep, with eyes asleep, far from the sight 2130|Of cares that in their bosom long had been. 2130|So all was silence, and the silence sweet, 2130|It seemed the voice of our own Father's voice. 2130|Then to this valley, silent for a space 2130|Mine eyes I lifted till the tears fell 2130|From their lids overflow: 2130|And there I saw the fairies dance about 2130|Their golden ewe-milk, with shining horn, 2130|And sing an angel song, which none might hear, 2130|And yet did ring around my heart and brain; 2130|And on my naked heart there hung a scar, 2130|From the great wound which a serpent once, from his horn, 2130|Had taken in his fatal tooth: and thence 2130|A vision seemed to come before my eyes, 2130|While I gazed upon this valley of old trees, 2130|Where now the wind so often wanders wide; 2130|And the golden sun and the red-lipp'd morn 2130|Swayed through this valley of old trees; which rise 2130|Between two hills, where now the frost hath left 2130|The flower and fruit and river-manna here 2130|And the cool streams have run. 2130|The sun and moon 2130|Were near together; and a gentle wind, 2130|Wafted from the clover-fields of Alpine air, 2130|With the blue vale of Summer, o'er the hills 2130|Roll'd the sweet night, and fell upon the earth, 2130|Stopp'd in some old hollow, that had stood round 2130|Many thousand years. The white ash-grove is gone, 2130|But in its stead stands a grey pine, whose branches spread 2130|A hollow in the rock which does not shake, 2130|Nor stirs the moss which thickly peeps from off 2130|The hollow; and where it falls sits a white pine. 2130|The valley and the hill-side are like a dream, 2130|And I will follow till I see them come 2130|Smiling down from that great hill, 2130|With a smile on their pretty lips, 2130|And a song in their sweet sings. 2130|So in the misty, misty night they come, 2130|The little brown sisters, the misty sisters; 2130|With many many a merry song of love 2130|And a kind word at evening among the stars, 2130|And the sun in the deep blue sky; 2130|And when we come on our silvery feet 2130|Our hair is all feather'd in a thousand hues. 2130|And when they sing their songs, from their white nest 2130|There is a wild and a caressing noise, 2130|Like the song of a bird in the leaves, 2130|Or the music of a wave at rest; 2130|And when they have finished their song, and none 2130|Is left to speak, they all run to each other, 2130|And their voices have sweet voices in their head, 2130|And their voices in their hearts. 2130|And in their breasts there is a great hope 2130|Where the fair apples tremble, and the wine 2130|Floats in the air,--it were not meet 2130|That I should set my voice against their hopes, 2130| ======================================== SAMPLE 20890 ======================================== 615|And he who would avenge this slaughter of the field, 615|Is on his knees, and in his arms the lambkin bears. 615|As in a furnace, on the centre's outer verge, 615|Two furnace-heat as fire are molten, as red 615|Or heat more intense than ever flame on fire, 615|The iron by the fiery puddle on the ground 615|Upon that spot that he had set the lambkin lairs, 615|Starts at the first, and takes one last look, and cries, 615|"O be not cold, nor be they cold, but be 615|Fiery fire, and fiery fire, which makes me sing 615|That the King of France, his subjects, and himself 615|Shall burn in shame. For in this night, without fail, 615|The sovereign of the realm hath suffered all. 615|"And so did we, who, by a solemn contract, 615|To him had by this hand his realm and court, 615|So far as living, were exempt from guilt, 615|Nor he, himself, who all his realm and course 615|Had heretofore betrayed, but did, as I ween, 615|And well foreknow, a traitor had been blest. 615|The land was his; in him endowed with all the powers 615|That make a monarch: he with wit and might 615|Of skill and art was all the peerage wont 615|Of all the world to obey; and as his might 615|Was firm and undismayed, his subjects felt, 615|Sore bounden to him; and with the rest he took 615|The empire all he had. And, as I hear you tell, 615|That he in that a captive, bound with bar 615|Of steel, in a foul citadel had lain, 615|With many, and in his prison evermore, 615|Who in that castle under bars had slept: 615|So that he so escaped from these annoys 615|The captive, this he would not for them lose. 615|Who in the course of several years a guest 615|Had of that castle evermore enjoyed 615|(Nor ever slept therein), the king himself -- 615|Who yet continued there a thousand year, 615|-- With this, his realm and court had made an end -- 615|A captive, to wait on this young Norman; 615|Nor had in that the Spaniard ever been, 615|Or ever would have made him of the land. 615|With him has France's king, that time, a prison made, 615|That he might have him on her fiefs content. 615|He (in the end, for this he long had tried) 615|To freedom thus his enterprise was lost. 615|But when the cruel man he found of Spain, 615|-- A captive in a wretched man's domain; 615|And found he made no more in this the same, 615|By saving him than in freeing him, were: 615|Then from the land, that he for years had vext, 615|Away with him his host and fleet did drive. 615|As soon as here the king of Arragon 615|Freed him, to him the king of France appears, 615|And, with his aid, his men and fleet commands, 615|In hope, before he knows it, to have won 615|A captive from the Norman monarch's band. 615|To him it appears, in truth, the man of mark, 615|I' the nature of the prisoner so dear, 615|Had once a great reward with him who wrought 615|So wondrous thing to this his prison made, 615|Which to his very wall of steel extended. 615|So strange the king who first of all that day 615|Had seen the prisoner to his cell conveyed, 615|That he for many days, alone, at ease, 615|Was in that castle, or in field or grove; 615|And had no more to do to soothe his pain; 615|But in that solitude as much content 615|As if in spacious town were every day: 615|Nor the unhappy one no means could spy 615|Through wall, or shutter, to his prisoner know. 615|-- Such was that prison from the noise withdrawn, 615|The prisoners' torment to this day are kept. 615|To see each man, as soon as known, appear 615|In armour girt with mail, as to the field 615|Or in the forest, or in battle ======================================== SAMPLE 20900 ======================================== 1365|And the priest in white, who knelt in reverent guise, 1365|With the priestly cloak, and mantles, and pall, 1365|Fell to his knees, and from his body breathed 1365|So that the holy air was chilled and keen 1365|With the cool savor of his soul-edifying air. 1365|At the priestly gesture the worshippers 1365|Cried aloud: "Give him up to Heaven, who 1365|Cannot perish, but lives on; a sacrifice, 1365|And, thus performed, is of the Christ-giver's praise!" 1365|And the old man lifted up his hands, and prayed: 1365|This is an old story, old as the Hebrews,-- 1365|Of a man who strove to lay an olive-branch 1365|Full in the face of Poverty, the squire, 1365|And the great anger of his heart was seen 1365|By the steward, who stood amazed, and said, 1365|To some one present. 1365|"What ails you now? If you know, set down 1365|The crop, and with a song about it raise 1365|A solemn hymn. So will you have a deed 1365|In place of praise. You make poor men great 1365|And rich men poor, and they with you to-night, 1365|If you will not molest them while they pray!" 1365|But the steward, without a sign of fear, 1365|Sat with his wife beside him like a king; 1365|And they were the children of no lord, 1365|And of no woman, though they had no care 1365|For servants or for parents. His son's blood 1365|Was pure and white, and his daughter was fair 1365|And young and tender as a maiden's pride, 1365|And one long year ago he did not dare 1365|Give her to be a mother to these men;" 1365|But, as he pondered with the thought of all these 1365|Long years away, and still would ponder, he paused. 1365|Then, as he rose and passed into the room, 1365|He paused, and thought of Mary and her child. 1365|And a voice said, "He needs must look upon her,-- 1365|Her child and hers, with all the children born 1365|Since he began this work." 1365|But, as he paused, 1365|And turned again like a proud man from his task, 1365|The voice said, in the same voice, "They are weak, 1365|And love in the world is but the hunger of hate. 1365|They will not be satisfied with thy wine, 1365|Nor with thy song and prayer." 1365|He rose and passed 1365|With all his worldly money in his hand, 1365|And entered, in upon the feast of men, 1365|His own villa; and his heart and spirit said 1365|"I will not be the servant of the world 1365|If these poor wretches do not strive to live! 1365|No servant, who would miss his master's home, 1365|Is he who stays behind in silent prayer!" 1365|He was a good old soul, and a man good old, 1365|And had a home that was all peace and heat; 1365|And while he said to those whom he had loved, 1365|"I am gone upon the ocean of Eternity, 1365|And I see the eyes of all great stars, 1365|And they answer unto mine own," they said, 1365|And all the sea-caves heard him and their songs, 1365|And the winds shrieked to the stars, "He is with us!" 1365|That night in the village, 1365|The old man sat in silence by his fireside, 1365|And saw the children, in the open street, 1365|Mocking at their poor and humble tasks, 1365|And laughed because he loved them with all his soul. 1365|Then he said, and looked at each that passed: 1365|"There is some work for all of us at last," 1365|And when the children said that they had heard 1365|His voice, he said, "I will teach the people here 1365|The work of monks and fri ======================================== SAMPLE 20910 ======================================== 3698|That now their hearts are in their eyes, 3698|And all their hopes and fears are dead 3698|In those cold and solemn eyes. 3698|No more the joy they knew, 3698|Their hopes, long dead, shall know; 3698|But, that their own young voices sound 3698|And all their hearts are fixed in me, 3698|Their hopes, their dead we still shall see, 3698|We, of the living earth bereft, 3698|Still live in memory and love. 3698|The summer time I remember well, 3698|The time of jasmine and of lime; 3698|The sun was not more yellow than they, 3698|And shone a thousand leagues above. 3698|'Twas a time for idleness and sport, 3698|When the old tale-books made a feast, 3698|And little children with a happy shout 3698|Raved all abroad for things to eat. 3698|At dawn I heard a monkey laughing loud, 3698|And saw a peacock proudly glower. 3698|And then a peacock with a rosy hue, 3698|In a strange land he roams unseen. 3698|To and fro at the window I flung up my eyes-- 3698|The moon did not quite cover it-- 3698|And heard a small bird call, 'Good night, good night,' 3698|With all the joy of life in his glee. 3698|Then, in a panic, down-turned my bed was flung, 3698|And all the walls were bare and dry, 3698|And in a corner I found that bird alone 3698|With a little dog, on a chair. 3698|"The little dog is not well," he said in a fret, 3698|And the little bird made a frown: 3698|"He is not well, but the peacock bird is well-- 3698|How shall we tell their origin?" 3698|The little dog and the little bird 3698|And the little bird were puzzled much 3698|When their first father, when they heard tell, 3698|Said, with a smile, "What a pity!" 3698|They looked upon each other's devious way, 3698|And they were silent till they said, "Come, friend!" 3698|--As silent as the birds that live 3698|On a flowerless island when they die 3698|The little dogs are silent still; 3698|They sit together--and no word 3698|They utter could pierce the azure sky 3698|Until an eagle, with a call 3698|In heaven, sweeps on an eagle, off. 3698|And then the little dog cries out, 3698|"There's something in the sky 3698|Of some kinder-ordering bird!" 3698|And the peacock in her own light 3698|Makes the eagle, eagle, talk. 3698|And the little bird in the dove'se 3698|Doth murmur of a tale 3698|That may be told again. 3698|And, silent still, the little dogs, 3698|And the little bird in the dove'se 3698|And the little dog in the little bed, 3698|Have done with night and shade. 3698|A month and a day is a long time, 3698|And a day is a little while; 3698|A month and a day is a long time, 3698|But we've not another while. 3698|We're only a day's journey from thence, 3698|With the road so neat and straight, 3698|And I'm going to--what? how? 3698|What will it be to-morrow, sir? 3698|Good master, I pray you? 3698|Oh, that is very tedious company, 3698|And no good thing in the world for me to do. 3698|It does not answer my questions, no, nor me; 3698|It answers itself at once; 3698|And if they answer, I do but reply 3698|Unsatisfied. 3698|I always answer, "Not I," says it; 3698|A thousand times it's so. 3698|But at last I said, "I have the skill 3698|Of the king of the Hebrews to dress." 3698|My master replied, "I'm sorry ======================================== SAMPLE 20920 ======================================== 30357|A thousand lights a-beam, 30357|I see them in the skies,) 30357|The heavenly host of heaven! 30357|He's there, the bright-eyed hero! 30357|He's there, the friend of heaven! 30357|He sees, he feels, he knows, 30357|He sees the forms of light 30357|That wait upon his knee. 30357|He hears the angels sing: 30357|He feels the presence near; 30357|He turns him in the ray; 30357|This is the beauteous youth 30357|Who comes to heal mankind. 30357|The night is past, and now the stars 30357|Are setting, as the morn goes down; 30357|From out the clear horizon's haze 30357|Glints on the sun, a red-cheeked boy. 30357|With hands, that shake, he waves them high: 30357|The sky looks down on him with kind looks; 30357|And, gazing down, the children ask 30357|Of what he's coming home to; 30357|To what fair realm his quest is bound, 30357|And what sweet host he has among his friends. 30357|From out the clear horizon's haze 30357|Glints on the sun a red-cheeked boy. 30357|I'm coming home, O come, my dear, 30357|Across the water, past the bay! 30357|Oh! little do they know, when we 30357|Cross your dark water often, 30357|That there's little room beneath the moon, 30357|To play with little joys! 30357|_In _The Poems of Zong K'ung_, no date.] 30357|Little white Rabbit was a very good boy; 30357|He loved the meadows, and the winding river-sodds; 30357|He loved to play upon his little boat, 30357|And wade in the merry moonlight, like a child. 30357|The breeze of evening settled round him like a spell; 30357|The splashing of the gently-swelling tide 30357|Was like the sound his little heart would merry make, 30357|But still he could not seem to hear it coming near. 30357|The moon was rising o'er the silver peninsula; 30357|A thousand voices joined in the soft "Ch'u-tzu"; 30357|But still he could not seem to hear, as she came near, 30357|The words of music from the city afar. 30357|The "Ch'u-tzu's Song." 30357|The little white rabbit ran on high: 30357|The sky was like a canopy; 30357|The little white rabbit crossed the path; 30357|He reached the mountain top, and then 30357|He climbed the steep ravines of snow. 30357|The lonely ravines of snow 30357|Are dark and deep as hell: 30357|O'er these black peaks no rays 30357|Of white clouds hover near. 30357|The snow-clouds hang in air, 30357|O'er which the witching moon 30357|Has hung her silver lamp. 30357|Through this steep path she goes, 30357|The witching minstrel maid; 30357|She keeps her eyes on heaven, 30357|And never looks behind. 30357|As swallows homeward haste, 30357|Before the wintry blast, 30357|Back to their icy nest, 30357|The moon, through winding snow, 30357|Back to her icy brain, 30357|Back to her winding brain, 30357|The white rabbit back. 30357|The snow had covered three-fourths of the earth, 30357|And black was the deepening load; 30357|Far down the valley, where the river used to be, 30357|The thin sheet whirl'd about a steeple. 30357|It whirl'd and whirl'd, then stopt, and hung 30357|Against the mountain side, 30357|Like a poor hemlock stalk, 30357|In the middle of the town. 30357|The old black Witch stood round it, like a button, 30357|With a stick, for a whip, for a rope, 30357|To swing in the whirl, and whip the witches round 30357|Around, around, ======================================== SAMPLE 20930 ======================================== 19221|Heaven is a place of peace--a heaven of ease 19221|And love--a gentle place of ease and love. 19221|A place of peace we envy not-- 19221|A place of peace is worth more than crowns; 19221|And gold is poverty's defiled child, 19221|And virtue's unborn babe upon its breast. 19221|The land of peace hath plenty enough 19221|To make a prince of almost every kind-- 19221|The soldier, knight, statesman, tradesman--none are poor 19221|(And none are homeless who can show howe'er 19221|In the wide metropolis life hath its loss)-- 19221|A palace is a mansion--a farm 19221|Is a conservatory: and in these 19221|(Save in rare birds that only well may come 19221|From out the royal or orternised barn) 19221|Most shining creatures, though best bred, are best 19221|At most agreeable things--at some agreeable times; 19221|And so the times of summer at the sea 19221|Have lovely natures, while in summer at the heart 19221|At home they are most apt to find them fair: 19221|The most apt times being, as I guess, 19221|When summer is most warm, or least cold. 19221|For though these times of love resemble 19221|The times of budding or at flowering, 19221|In summer (as I have asserted) 19221|We ought to find them like the times of grieving. 19221|'Tis true the lids are oft removed 19221|When night-time is near, and grief is many-furry; 19221|But night and wild deception never stay 19221|A cheerful eye, no matter how distressing. 19221|I know the day is dark at home; 19221|And well my heart knows too 19221|That we must do without the light, 19221|And the heart know too 19221|That no one knows any better 19221|Than we at night; 19221|Nay, we must know our state 19221|In some remote stead, in some stead 19221|Without number may be. 19221|If any day, my dearest, were 19221|In your hands, in your purse, in your heart; 19221|If any moment, sweetest hour, 19221|In your smile, in your frown, 19221|The same dear moments should stay, 19221|Though you bid them never run; 19221|How many a dear emotion 19221|In some sweet moment should be; 19221|How many, may be, may not, 19221|Ere the moment come. 19221|The moment comes if ever came-- 19221|We do not like to say or spell-- 19221|The moment does not run, it will 19221|Come any moment: but you call 19221|The moment by its name; 19221|And you will call it, by that name, 19221|Till all time is done. 19221|Then comes another day, or two, 19221|To be endured patiently; 19221|And the last old moment too will find 19221|A safe repose at last; 19221|Which, even in spite of changing fate, 19221|In spite of change of fortune, 19221|In spite of love's desire or fear, 19221|It will be sure and true. 19221|This poem is to be read at 19221|funerals, bar-marchings, etc. 19221|Tune the bell's soft voice, 19221|Set the curtain sounds 19221|For the bride's smile, 19221|And tune in the bridegroom's lay, 19221|Then, as though the chime 19221|Of some strange melody 19221|Had just begun, 19221|From the chamber where he lies 19221|Sing the wedding sang,-- 19221|For what are two peas in a pod 19221|For the bridegroom's fee? 19221|Sing the welcome song, 19221|As the morn arose, 19221|In the happy bride's eyes, 19221|And the happy home,-- 19221|Love in constant bouquet, 19221|And the joy of the half-dozen 19221|Good marriages in the land. 19221|Sing the little ======================================== SAMPLE 20940 ======================================== 38511|The heavens have hid the evil from my sight, 38511|And the light shines from my throne. 38511|If the sun would put forth its radiance, 38511|I could find rest in my sweet sleep; 38511|If not, the night would bring its darkness 38511|And sleep in my breast. 38511|O Thou who givest the bird its destiny, 38511|O Thou who hallowest the fowl of Palestine, 38511|Why would'st thou make me follow the ways of evil, 38511|That none of my friends should know me as long 38511|As I am unaware of Thy glory? 38511|The time will come when I may no more recall 38511|The eyes that gaze upon thy face, 38511|No more the eyes that feed on knowledge of Thee; 38511|My heart grows cold when I remember Thee. 38511|This is what Thou art asking of me,-- 38511|That I should follow the ways of evil; 38511|Leave all my past behind, and follow the path 38511|That leads to Thee, never to doubt. 38511|If I only knew the value of gold, 38511|I would not turn aside in the market-place, 38511|In the market-place is filled with fresh grain 38511|I would not choose the gold of the field, 38511|Because I know that there is no gain 38511|In the good things that people buy. 38511|And why should the hearts of men be soiled, 38511|O Thou who art the seed of patience, 38511|Why would'st thou make them grow weary of loving? 38511|Love him who loves them, and leave them apart! 38511|This is what thou art pleading of me, 38511|That I should follow the ways of evil; 38511|Why should I not turn to the friends of ease, 38511|Of the world, and of knowledge, and all? 38511|Why does the night give its night-wind, 38511|When they will lie together in the sky? 38511|Why does the wind make stars of its wings, 38511|When they must hide themselves in the bushes? 38511|This is what I would have you know, 38511|No pleasure of life's journey lies solely 38511|In food and drink and the toys that men 38511|Bring with them to make life more bearable. 38511|For this can give the happy one only 38511|Only a little portion of existence, 38511|And who is allotted this scanty term 38511|Must give his whole soul up in begging. 38511|O Thou who art the source of fragrance and hope, 38511|O my heart, O my heart, O my life, 38511|Grant us, Lord, a little portion of this 38511|To content our happy nature. 38511|O Thou, whom I seek, O Thou, whose hand 38511|Sets my heart to its highest goal, grant me, 38511|Lord, a little respite from pain, say, 38511|Thee, Lord, Thou art justice and vengeance. 38511|In everything that I see arise 38511|Is something that may be called sin; 38511|Sin is the shadow, which is not here, 38511|Sin is the wavelet that mocks at Thee, 38511|Sin is the sorrowfulness of the sea, 38511|Sin is the cloud, and sin is the sun, 38511|And they only become sin from Thee. 38511|How long, and yet how long how vainly, I 38511|Gaze on the fruits of this world; I see 38511|The sweets of the field are but little seeds, 38511|And these are the flowers upon the bough. 38511|O for a glimpse beyond this drear night, 38511|For a sense of the worlds that I shall see, 38511|My spirit! I would die if death could last 38511|From dawn till even. 38511|There is not that in the earth or air 38511|My spirit can call "God" from it, "Man," 38511|Neither is there "Love," nor is there "Reason." 38511|O for a view beyond, O heart so white 38511|And pure, O breast, where I may rest all day! 38511|O for a little grace from Thy Most Holy Face, ======================================== SAMPLE 20950 ======================================== 20|Thenceforth I call and sue, and entreat, complain, complain, 20179|And cry all unseemly names on them that beare 20179|All names without virtue: but to them that first appere 20179|The Lord hath given them a froude Lover to bebeare. 20179|Therefore they beare most of all to admyrede 20179|Their owne name, and in admyrednes se it playne. 20179|They are most seke of all, without vengeaunce 20179|Loos, if it be without honestixity. 20179|Thou then I call for the vaine moeathe 20179|Of thundring Fire and raging Hurricane storme 20179|I pray thee be not of this expedition 20179|But let thine owne foly to se it nat amiss 20179|And whan thou mayst, I rede thee beware 20179|Of all thynge that I have said before ay 20179|And if thou shouldst ansuerde it, be back againe 20179|To thy selfe, thou then my wordes shall defende 20179|And of thynge accompte thynkis it is nat amiss 20179|To threten wyt, for to remembrede it agayne 20179|We often finde in this ill World alwaye vayne. 20179|But to seke my counsell, I daunce vnto se 20179|That in my mynde, I shall finde the clyent 20179|Of my degreate soule and seke my selfe withall 20179|Of all the worlde wyll I haue none other one 20179|That my soule may lyue styll, and with soueraines live 20179|For of his mynde I mynde to me be no rewarde 20179|But to haue a fygure: and I my lyfe do deny.] 20179|In my mynde I leue lyghte and am disputacion 20179|Of all this Foly. But yet I dare say therby 20179|I shal never die: for nought my soule can be 20179|But by the fyr and by the fier arwe 20179|But euen shal the myght of hys body be 20179|In a dayes I shal daunce fynde with the neate 20179|But if my Fates haue nat me in a wynde 20179|Of so vncouth thinges that my reuerence can 20179|I sholde in vayne leue my selfe vnder warde 20179|Or I my selfe kepe hys selfe hyne and stedfast 20179|Though my paine in a day sholde be manyfolde 20179|Nor yet the day shal I in mymy wode endure. 20179|Or in yeares folowynge my soule to decay 20179|Or in yeares auayle to seke my selfe in pryde 20179|Yet wyll as my mone my loke endure 20179|Though I fynde it with my herte and with my thought 20179|Yet dauncing my selfe in wyde and in rygour 20179|Alas I wyll nat as prouysed beforere 20179|So seke me what I wolde kepe auayle 20179|Alas my soule doth moche soueraine and loth 20179|But with my loke I can nat leue my bodyowe 20179|Nor loke what I wolde, or that I leue nede 20179|If I wyll take the charge of my soule to payde 20179|Than shall me no thynge for his soule no thynge 20179|But onely what he doth to me to fynde 20179|For I am sure no thynge is at my cost 20179|But what he hath of me, or that I myryly 20179|Hath by me darted, or to a wylde or lerny 20179|And hath my paynes made: I am ay in fere 20179|If thynge or wyfe I sholde to heuen haue mo fere. 20179| ======================================== SAMPLE 20960 ======================================== 615|This of the other three (for that young prince was there 615|Seated as a slave) his armour did espie, 615|And his face was white as snow. To tell the kind 615|And loving care they bare and in the matter, 615|Who for the other, here they bore the peer, 615|In him and all his peers, were not strange art. 615|A beauteous maid with courser of a hue, 615|Was by the pair, that bore the prince, apparelled, 615|So well, that to a maid of damsel faire 615|Her gentle looks were more approachable. 615|Her eyes, that had been darkened with the bane, 615|Now from the cloudless star did light clear, 615|And they whose eyes were dulled with toil and care 615|Were dazzled by the gleam, which, passing by 615|The gentle youth, was in the sunbeam thrown. 615|So that those warriors, all to war intent, 615|(So chaste was every lady's image) thought 615|That she, the damsel, by those looks was brought 615|And taken to the palace of the rest, 615|Where many of the chivalry were bred. 615|As many as when in Spain, by magic wight, 615|Came, to the mountain-sides, with charms arrayed, 615|Where from the hills the white-winged sparrow rises, 615|Thence to the garden, in the garden led, 615|Through a hundred orchard, where they gather fruit; 615|Or, as their wont it is, the gentle-maiden, 615|The damsel, or those gentle knights that ride 615|On to the forest, from their couches make. 615|Beside the city, on its eastern side, 615|There was an ancient wall, through which the sun 615|Would, in the dark hour of darkness low, 615|Shine, in his darkness, on the troubled sea. 615|And over this the darksome lattices hung, 615|From breach to breach, that all the people knew: 615|So many as, in the palace slept within, 615|As many were deprived of life or limb. 615|And, in a circle far away, the three, 615|To guard the castle, were erecting wall. 615|Who to our tongue with care and thought did pace 615|Around those lattices, which the light did drain. 615|Not that such task might with their pleasures fall, 615|For many with heavy sleep were fastened. 615|All those who not yet had woke, with wondering eyes, 615|The day to tell their master, were awake. 615|"Well may we, that the tale, which they relate, 615|That we with them the story may relate, 615|Be of our country's history made aright, 615|Because the one, to whom it is not let 615|To utter what they will not, utter well." 615|As a fair maiden, who on earth before 615|Had lived her life with steadfast steadfast cheer, 615|When first she at her lover's feet doth bow, 615|In silent prayer, not to be made to wait, 615|Alike for her the same grace receive, 615|When at her feet he kneels or leaves off, 615|So from her mother she received the same, 615|And waited till her own heart's turmoil past: 615|But yet the one remaining hour was spent, 615|Till the two kings had at their hands laid down 615|Their sceptres, their ensigns, and their arms; 615|And the latter with his sword upon the bier 615|(Though he to make the service due to both 615|Had given it, or to one of them had died), 615|The paladin to his dear-bought profit 615|With gifts the dame for her sake would pay. 615|And ever, as she waited for the sight, 615|So late and sorely came to face him, 615|Her cheeks were wet (as her eyes had beamed) 615|With tears and tears, so many that did well, 615|Or ill to behold. 615|Then they, returning to that part of the sea 615|Where from the earth the river flows along, 615|And saw from thence the lady, who remained 615|With the cavalier that of her was wed, 615|With her mother and her faithful court, the ======================================== SAMPLE 20970 ======================================== 10602|Fame was in thy great renown bereft 10602|As by the Fates, which did thy death foredow; 10602|Thy death and deathlike deeds made Fame mourn, 10602|And many famous men the Fates did deigne. 10602|But thou, when by thyselfe and no manes fight, 10602|Thou did'st by no great thing hast killde the foe 10602|And in thy death hast gott many a fame, 10602|Which all men hope to have for martyrdie. 10602|"But I, when I that my great name did sing, 10602|And with such power out-stonde all the world, 10602|That the greatest witt which doth behold 10602|A thousand things in so short a space, 10602|Seiz'd on it with both hands and put away 10602|That which in minde was of the greatest use, 10602|Made that day which the first I did behold**, 10602|For fear I might it of being too sweet, 10602|Which me seem'd to love, but now the fairer I am." 10602|"O happy man!" quoth she with joy, "for thou 10602|The greatest art and greatest art of men 10602|In all the world, since the world's first anno sevene, 10602|And that no man can be the greatest of thine, 10602|But in beauty that thou most excel'st all. 10602|Homer was the greatest, for his was writ 10602|The book of life that never man can know, 10602|And Plato the greatest, that for wit 10602|The world could never hear therein much more. 10602|Of Pythagoras thou also the greatest 10602|Aprile was, for his was of the earth; 10602|For his was head, for his was writing book 10602|Unto the heavens, unto their great delight 10602|To have him in their midst to stand and write 10602|With great clear writing, that the air might move, 10602|And the heavens own him, and be his praised. 10602|And also for his music was the wicket 10602|Made to the heavens, and opened wide the door; 10602|With him there liv'd, and being dead was said 10602|To have died for man, and with his body gone. 10602|But to thy glory, O thy glory, I 10602|Will add nothing, nathless greater even to it, 10602|But that it to the heavens will adde all mine. 10602|"What! not because I was a swearer, 10602|Or did with fairer thinges contend, 10602|But because of that my life is spent 10602|Whilst other men live full as long, 10602|And a great love towards the world hath gone, 10602|And with my love their love was ne're compleated, 10602|That both us in this life do exceed 10602|And worthily deserve; therefore now 10602|I do declare, though that my loves loved me, 10602|That their love I die to have got possest, 10602|Nor was it cause I should. Now therefore cast 10602|Thy hand, cast thine eyes downe, eyes, alas! 10602|And see this lovely lyon** on the ground: 10602|Whose life hath nothing got, yet doth dye. 10602|"But thou, my Love, this beautiful knight 10602|With whom I lived, was ne're so great 10602|As it a lord may be to take a maid, 10602|And with her clothes himselven doe affright; 10602|Nought may the poor house of manie be, 10602|That is so happy, that without her hand 10602|The one is sad, another sauely brie, 10602|As if alwayes she wold it do him good: 10602|But I that am so noble in this life 10602|As with this knight doe dwell, shall never heare nor view, 10602|How that the world hath darke unto his praise, 10602|That forto make him love me, and me to see. 10602|"But inly for this I with despyt thought 10602|Was despatched to him (that was to me the best, 10602|And ======================================== SAMPLE 20980 ======================================== 3468|Falling from the west in showers and dim. 3468|There is a wall of heaven, she said, 3468|When all men dwell in cities; 3468|And this earth, a wall of earth, 3468|When all men dwell in mountains. 3468|And it shall be, as I have told, 3468|A golden land for him, for he 3468|Shall be of the golden land. 3468|There was a man in the land of the east, 3468|Who wore the red, a burning sword, 3468|And the green, a burning cloak. 3468|'He was of the red,' said the south land, 3468|'He was of the green,' said the west. 3468|'Who is his lady,' said the north land, 3468|'Who is her lady,' said the north. 3468|"_He is indeed a man!_" 3468|'_A great man has he been! He is bold!_" 3468|"_For he hath wrought the very thing! He shall bear the sword!_" 3468|There was a man in the east, 3468|Who wore red in his tunic, 3468|For fear of the coming of God. 3468|But the green, the scarlet folk 3468|Wore green in their cloaks and hoods. 3468|He was of the green, a burnished sword, 3468|And he wore a cloak of burnished steel. 3468|"_For he hath wrought the very thing! He shall bear the sword!_" 3468|There was a man in the west, 3468|Who wore red in his tunic, 3468|But he was not of a heart that loved 3468|The green, the scarlet land. 3468|He was of the red," the green, 3468|The scarlet, the west! 3468|All their swords were broken with the spear, 3468|And their shields with war-shafts drear. 3468|"_He is indeed a man! He is bold! He shall bear the sword!_" 3468|All the spears were broken with the spear, 3468|And the shields with war-shafts drear. 3468|He is of the red, a great man has he been, 3468|And bold too, and brave as he. 3468|And he'll bear the sword, though its steel be grey, 3468|And the black, that hides a scar. 3468|"_For he hath wrought the very thing! He shall bear the sword!_" 3468|The red and the green were of the land, 3468|The scarlet and the blue. 3468|And there is no better man than he, 3468|For he is of a heart full high 3468|That will laugh at fear and fear at laugh, 3468|That is one with the green and the red. 3468|"_For he hath wrought the very thing! He shall bear the sword!_" 3468|He is of the red, a great man has he been, 3468|And bold too, and brave as he. 3468|And now he shall bear the sword, and when the King shall sing 3468|The goodly song of victory, 3468|Then men shall tell of victory, and 3468|Men that will tell it o'er and o'er, 3468|For all good and evil doers, 3468|That shall be his song and his o'er, 3468|And their words shall be: 3468|"_The man that bears the sword, 3468|And bears the riddle of the world away!_" 3468|"_He was of the red, a great man has he been! He is bold! 3468|And he is of the green, a sword-thrust!_" 3468|"_He is indeed of the green, the dark of the west. He is bold!_ 3468|And he is of the red, the gray of the north. He is bold!_" 3468|"_He is of the red, a great man, with a smile. He is bold! 3468|Shall he carry the shield? 3468|With his sword ======================================== SAMPLE 20990 ======================================== 16059|La fuente el cabello, alza sombra, 16059|¡Cuánta vista hoy en el otoño 16059|Al cielo llegar al huerto que cesar! 16059|¡Fuera de vida cuánto miedo, 16059|Como un aunciento era cuartesta, 16059|En las mujeres que á un pajarillo 16059|Al solitario de la pente el viento 16059|Llega, al húnero todo el lecho! 16059|¡Oh! ¡ay! tú, tú, el camino 16059|El que ha da algunas son 16059|Como una voz, un hicieron 16059|Y al pie en vano de la voz 16059|Dejando una voz y un pajarillo 16059|Y a expresión de una voz 16059|Y de tus caracterizados, 16059|¿Quién su letra fueron fuero 16059|Cuanto lo peor la puerta fiegen? 16059|¿Quién ven, del cierzo, la puerta fiego 16059|Y el ángel diren de su olvido; 16059|Y la fuerza de un ángel vencedor 16059|No más allá provinciera, no más más, 16059|Cuanto lo segúme, que fuego 16059|El pecho, cuanto lo segúme; 16059|Ya no queréis con él vengo esconde; 16059|No quiero más de este rayo se engañado 16059|Al luciento de la puerta fiego. 16059|¡Que, si bien en el fé! la puerta fiego 16059|Ya que están, y que en la calumnia, 16059|No hay playa, no hay playa y á mi infanda 16059|Hasta la mano asoma el que sabe en esto 16059|Hasta el rayo se engaño. 16059|¡Ay triste, triste, triste, 16059|Que el cielo se ha de entre las nubes 16059|Híle de la infancia. 16059|¡Ay cuánto, mezquino, mezquino, 16059|Que el aire vergonzoso 16059|Tanto vergonzoso; 16059|Para que es mi cara dite 16059|Con estación de amor. 16059|Hoy por ti, y la dama mejor 16059|Para amar, ¡cuánto es más gruto, 16059|Para amar, ¡cuánto es más gruto!... 16059|¡Ay cuánto, mezquino, mezquino, 16059|Vielan triste y vuela, 16059|Vuela vergonzoso 16059|Entre envidiendo el árabe, 16059|Fe, fieble perseguir 16059|Estas raza en la tierra, 16059|Con grande árabe, 16059|La luna sembrida 16059|Está, la luna, se envió. 16059|Los árabes, que es más gruto, 16059|Las graciosas no puedo. 16059|Los caballos en el alba 16059|Lanzó, que en el mar mucho 16059|El árente humbles y cantó. 16059|Los caballos y los valles 16059|Alza con sus cabellos, 16059|Los caballos de su olvido 16059|Cantando en el mar mucho. 16059|¡Qué de morir! ¡Oh, ¡oh viene! 16059|¡Qué de morir! ¡Oh viene que vene! 16059|¡Quién es durez, ¡ ======================================== SAMPLE 21000 ======================================== 1247|Henceforth your light shall be my face, 1247|Your voice my voice, 1247|And I shall walk between your knees, 1247|And neither of us shall shrink 1247|From your embrace. 1247|My hand shall cover you, my sweet, 1247|And I shall close your eyes 1247|And hold you close; 1247|Your breasts I shall press down, and kiss 1247|Their dampness, and the scent 1247|Of your flesh shall find me out 1247|When I am left alone. 1247|So you shall do -- ah, so you shall, 1247|Sister, sweet and true; 1247|But this shall be my only deed, 1247|This little act to love you so, 1247|That is your only grace; 1247|The rest I leave to you. 1247|To-morrow, next May morn, 1247|The place I live in's a row of graves 1247|Called 'The Knolls'. 'Tis there 1247|My father lies, 1247|The writer of some quaint little book 1247|Written with a finger quite in sight. 1247|His name is Thomas; and the poor old man 1247|Lived with his mother down in the lane. 1247|A poor, poor man! You could hardly see him; 1247|And yet, he was very wise, and good, and good-natured -- 1247|A child of thirteen was he, with a keen eye, 1247|And was smartly spoken to and understood; 1247|But his body and his mind would not let him go 1247|To a school where the world was so near to touch. 1247|There was a garden of wild flowers 1247|Which his mother made and tended 1247|As he was growing from foot to beard; 1247|His hand, like a gardener's 1247|And his tongue, like a gardener, 1247|Were fashioned out of the same stuff. 1247|'Fiddle, dill, and millet' -- 1247|They were plants his mind could never kill; 1247|They were trees that the mind might tame 1247|As the heart could heal the sense of smart. 1247|His eyes for ever fixed on the rose; 1247|His heart was like a rose to the heart of the rose; 1247|And the rose, the lover of his thoughts, 1247|Spied his heart, and wistfully bent 1247|And wept for his sake to have found her there. 1247|And when he was but a young man, 1247|A man grown ugly and fat, 1247|And all around him burned the smoke 1247|Of the fire of a fiery-hearted wife, 1247|He would go forth, even when daylight was low, 1247|And take his way home through the drowsy blaze, 1247|And the lily, the lily of the water-banks, 1247|The nightingale, the bird's melody, 1247|And the many-toned notes of the rose were his, 1247|And he would sing to his soul's desire 1247|A song of the lily-buds that glow 1247|And the nightingale and bird's note ... 1247|And the lily-buds glowing white. 1247|And if the moon had gone to rest 1247|In the little boat that lies 1247|Among the water-flags and rushes, 1247|If he had heard some note of her 1247|As the lily-buds grew red -- 1247|He would have found it strange and sweet; 1247|And he would have known how it chanced 1247|That the moon should sing for a night as bright 1247|And as bright as the night that lies 1247|Among the water-flags and rushes 1247|Among the flowers of the lily-buds. 1247|And while the moon was bright 1247|And the lily-buds bloomed and smiled, 1247|He would seek his mother's grave 1247|And find it dark. 1247|For it grew dark, dark and dark, 1247|And that was the reason why 1247|He found out that his mother lived 1247|In an attic; and his steps 1247|Went onward from attic to ======================================== SAMPLE 21010 ======================================== 16059|Vale desflancos á los músicos de su malade 16059|Con grande impío de la vida y de la guerra. 16059|Y al mar de reposo el triste calabo 16059|Con su hermano poder el rey olvidado 16059|Arde en la guerra 16059|Bajo por su silencio, 16059|La cabeza con las ánimas nacimas 16059|De la mar hiel, 16059|Y por qué es el rey á su almonar 16059|Que está el fiero, 16059|Que por eso 16059|Sobre una voz, 16059|La calle con su rueda. 16059|El rey á su almonar 16059|Que, siempre hijo 16059|Llevo la verde señorilla, 16059|Y con un llanto, 16059|Sin saber parecía. 16059|El rey de los huesos, los hombres, 16059|Las atividos de ellos 16059|Su honor, su therapy 16059|De las almas crías, 16059|Y siempre hijo 16059|Sobre una voz 16059|La calle con su rueda. 16059|Que el rey, que por el sol, olvido, 16059|Hijo el bien que le diga 16059|Su honor, su therapy 16059|El rey, que parecía. 16059|Y la fuerza mentira 16059|En el cielo, 16059|Por ver su afán en medio 16059|Unequanto del día 16059|Con su son de Padua: 16059|El rey, que por celo 16059|Puebla se pensan; 16059|Y el alma mía 16059|Y el día que le pliego. 16059|El llanto levantado, 16059|Que levantó al verlo 16059|La fuerza mentira 16059|Con el triste armido 16059|Al ardiente, del fiero, 16059|Llegando de Padua 16059|¡Bello es vivir! ¡Bello es la tierra! 16059|Llegando de Padua, 16059|¡Bello es vivir! 16059|En tan miser avía 16059|No se duerme vino 16059|Después que lo ve. 16059|Lleve mesmo, sin nube 16059|Que en la pesada crie 16059|Más que le fuego 16059|Sin saber vino 16059|Que leve entre podemos te diablo. 16059|Las pasaron los ojos 16059|Del espacioso armonío, 16059|Para deshaze de rosa 16059|La ausencia de la virgen rosa. 16059|Las dos cortas la llama 16059|Cual fortuna y escriba, 16059|Lleve desaparecada 16059|Vida y vida, 16059|Que es buena reluciente y regal. 16059|Del ocaso un tiempo la tierra: 16059|El alma mía entonces el triste vejo, 16059|Y el aire mis ojos á nuestros pies ardientes 16059|Vuestras pilares púrguersas, 16059|Y desiguales de deseada 16059|Las dulces que le regia. 16059|Del mismo instante vivío 16059|El cuello inmayño por su conciencia 16059|La guerra en el mismo instante 16059|Oye el cuello viveo, 16059|La fierea inmensa al aire, 16059|Hasta vista el suelo se apóstola 16059|Las rosas del día: 16059|¡Oh, cuántos tenaz de su aliento ======================================== SAMPLE 21020 ======================================== 8795|For thy great end, to set mankind at one 8795|As at an altar: if thou fail, mi wife, 8795|The house is left to me, and for thy part, 8795|To leave it not: if thou enter no more, 8795|My sons, I'll take the maid." When Count Gustav 8795|Held he not deem'd him there, but deem'd him lost; 8795|The count then thrust the nails into his sides, 8795|And call'd in play the Devil, who hath twelve, 8795|He, who is sharper than a knife, replied, 8795|In league with thee: "I know thee; know thy fault, 8795|And how to pay it; so beware of blame, 8795|And how the violence of sour blood enters not." 8795|I was aware that, on my account, 8795|The knife should pain me, whereof to make known 8795|To him result'd further inquiry; whereat 8795|He, with his eyes stillcover'd, answer'd soon. 8795|Desire with Karin to the Huns had come. 8795|By the old Norseman alike it was intend'd, 8795|That, as she went, her should put on a new 8795|Devotion, to the house of Hunayn, 8795|For Karin there her own chapel had founded. 8795|Karin then, in wearing of that new name, 8795|And in the meekness of her countenance, 8795|Loved him whose eye she had so victualled. 8795|I in this conceit could tell by looks 8795|What spirit was to understand thee more. 8795|But let our onward march be suspended. 8795|Time requires us, while we speak, to repose. 8795|And I have sworn, by my profession, to keep 8795|No second oath. What may not thee, O man, 8795|GBTI? thou hast informed thee, of the gate 8795|That thou at thy right shoulder's end hast thrown. 8795|Through it there came and held such communion, 8795|It seemed of making with God flesh and blood. 8795|Its one side only was all marble clad; 8795|And on the hosts of woe, overcome there 8795|There poor she was, that was the only surcease. 8795|Next, at his vertic, with a mighty rampart, 8795|Full close beside, a city was this, 8795|Covered with dead men's bones: and round about 8795|The rock had thereof a bridge of gruesome work. 8795|Right against the bridge approach'd a steeple, 8795|From which the sound did not differ much 8795|From that of a Boston marathon. And here 8795|A herald's staff was hurled; and, at the sutures 8795|Decently fine, round were incisions cast, 8795|Like marks of torture. Six palms were there aris'd. 8795|There too, beneath the portal, on the ground 8795|Lay two poor wretches, so thinn'd as to ne'er stand 8795|On their feet; and they in stature and in dress 8795|So little did compare, that I did deem 8795|They were the children of Satan. Upon this 8795|The sinner fell prone, and as a felon 8795|Intent, and with such keen pains that his eyeballs 8795|Did stare each to the other: and the soul, 8795|That ray'd like sunshine, smote him; and the dame, 8795|That seem'd most helpless, by her visage chang'd, 8795|Into his weakness dy'd; and in her stead 8795|This other came, of stature more to me, 8795|And so myself outstripped; but she succeeded not. 8795|"In powers divine," so musically ran 8795|The sage, who of the first Jerusalem, 8795|Exploring there, on our account, beheld 8795|So many victims, whom he knew not whence, 8795|And of Nazareth that city, where we were, 8795|He call'd; then of Azzy's temple keeping 8795|The key, whereof in charge our leader bown'd 8795|The gilded waggon, fleeing, as he love 8795|The ======================================== SAMPLE 21030 ======================================== 20|His eyes were on the ground, nor more he said, 20|But down he dropt, and all his words at once 20|Vanish'd into thin air, as flakes of snow 20|Through breakles of the cloud: then thus the Fiend, 20|Who ever runneth unto new wrecks 20|Of death, return'd: "Avaunt, miserable soul! 20|Nor think to hide thee from the vengeance due 20|To those that sinne on others, but confess 20|What guilt in thee is manifest to sight. 20|"What profit have I to the grace of God 20|If thou escape me purged of sinful woe? 20|Thee cursed still suffer to torment even e're death, 20|And as thou dost perchance may grace receive 20|To waile thine own, so may it to others win. 20|"Yet not so waileth thy condition, man; 20|Thy prison strong, thy want, thy self tormenting, 20|Thy own essence, thy own griefes, thy self tormenting 20|Selfie with itself, thy selfie with itself, 20|E're to thy self shalt thou wail and weepe and weep. 20|"For witchery is dead, man is no more 20|By guile ta'en, but by fraud taken from us; 20|And cunning is nought but abject waie, 20|For waileth the will, for waileth the vertue, 20|For waileth the might, for waileth the vertue's cause, 20|For witche and will alone are lordships now. 20|"Therefore thou art fled from God, thy uses dear, 20|To th' embrace, and th' esteem of all thine owne; 20|For witchery fled is fled away, man's life 20|Flew e're, and th' end is come, the end of all; 20|E're all's wit, and nought but beasts make God delight. 20|Man's place is in the beasts, and in their case; 20|They care not for his interests but their owne, 20|His defence they take, their food, their nourisance; 20|But care for us, and care for us, care for us 20|Albeit we be but of beasts thrones and Peters. 20|"Man's place is in the beasts, and in their case; 20|Why care we for the poor harmless beasts, 20|Unless oblige us to ourselves to die? 20|Why care we for the living, or the dead? 20|Why care we for ourselves, but for our owne? 20|Death is our end; and here endeth every care. 20|"For where thy love doth dwell, thy service is, 20|And the true happiness thereof is here. 20|Thou art not dead; but thou shalt live here after use, 20|Here shalt thou serve here, live here, and be a name, 20|A glory, and a name, among the beasts; 20|Taught by thy name to disport us in the wilde, 20|And teach them of a while what here thou art." 20|He, who with downcast looks had heard them speak, 20|Now seem'd grown stout, and mirthfull seeming grew; 20|And thus, without delay, began again, 20|As him their speaker was, with many a taunt: 20|"O beasts! with what delights, and on what wings 20|Can I your servitude confesse, 20|Who once to man your lord displayed arrear 20|Of servitude that time with ye gave oide? 20|I am a god, and ye are slaves as I. 20|But servitude is a godly good, 20|Which I and you must paid of him that serves. 20|Hear then my service, beasts! and know mee, 20|If any god you be, serve him and be. 20|"Not for the earth, which godlike I adore, 20|But for the honour of her high command, 20|Who is the first in wisdom and in might, 20|Who chiefest heaven in her proceedings holds 20|Both of cold and fire and active breath; 20|Whose voice is in the thunder, and whose spear 20|Darts whiles the ground doth runstrate with the clap, 20|Of him that first conceived life's large cause, 20|The day and ======================================== SAMPLE 21040 ======================================== 1304|A song I sing to thee: 1304|That thou might'st be still more fair, 1304|As thou wert in thy prime. 1304|As thou wert in thy prime, 1304|And as thy life was fair, 1304|I now before thee lay, 1304|To make thee more divine. 1304|I then was Youth and Song; 1304|Thou, only Age, I sought: 1304|I sought thee in thy prime, 1304|And have since found thee then; 1304|And now I write thee here, 1304|Thou glorious Anchor of the soundless air. 1304|'Tis done! the tale, I know, is told 1304|By school-boys well in every age, 1304|Who, having little, sing of more; 1304|But who, perhaps, the greatest know, 1304|Of living men upon the earth. 1304|The finest minstrel yet was there, 1304|But he was aged from the waist, 1304|The borrowd and the gallant blood 1304|Had still preserved the vigour shap'd 1304|By age, and taught it well in vain. 1304|But what can age do? his voice is still! 1304|The youth is living in his verse; 1304|And though age fails the best of speech, 1304|The memory of deeds hath rekindled zeal. 1304|There is nothing, nothing can avail 1304|Against the might of youth and thrift; 1304|Their praises burn like living fire; 1304|Though they all fade, their memory lives on. 1304|There is nothing, nothing can avail 1304|Against the might of youth and thrift; 1304|Their praises burn, like living fire; 1304|Though they all fade, their memory lives on. 1304|There is nothing, nothing can avail 1304|Against the might of age and wrath, 1304|Tho' the memory of wrongs unbrother'd live. 1304|The memory of wrongs unbrother'd live, 1304|So fair thy poems, and so grievous be! 1304|Though they all fade, thy sorrow never dies; 1304|As many flowers do in the sunflower's race, 1304|So many lives in men's lives do those survive. 1304|For all that this and this can avail, 1304|For all that age can do, and all that youth can do, 1304|We know that thou art still--till they that know deny! 1304|The name of WALTER now shall not be quenched; 1304|It shall live in all men's hearts through future days; 1304|It shall be a fire by all men kindled; 1304|It shall be a light to all mankind that looks. 1304|So valiant knights and dames of eld, 1304|When this last trial ye begin, 1304|Know never fear nor tremble but you know 1304|Your power shall not in vain endure. 1304|No moment now, no day, shall see undone 1304|The labor well-deserves the victory; 1304|But long and patient fight, with calm disdain, 1304|The conqueror's cruel defiance bear: 1304|Till one by one each captive knight is found, 1304|And ye, the hostages, are beheaded soon! 1304|'He is not dead, but slain!' men have cried, 1304|And all were liars of their own decease. 1304|The dead man turned to eye of lie 1304|And answered not with truth to those, 1304|But watched the moment that might move-- 1304|'He is not dead, but slain!'" 1304|At last this one--the prisoner's friend-- 1304|Dashed through the crowd to meet his fate; 1304|And holding out his friend, they bound 1304|His hands and feet, and to the scaffold dragged. 1304|WALTER SPEED (from the German of Tennyson). 1304|"O glorious day, all hail! 1304|Wherein our days all come away;-- 1304|Wherefore dost the sun, so great, so great, 1304|O'erheat my frame with greater dread. 1304|"From these sad straits why shine ye so, 1304|With ======================================== SAMPLE 21050 ======================================== 1365|He spoke with that old prophetess: 1365|"O thou old prophetess, who didst 1365|Speak with me in the valley 1365|Of the old red town by the 1365|Black stream Eunis, and didst hear 1365|My father speak for me, 1365|Come tell me, tell me here 1365|What have become of Michael of the 1365|Red town and the land of the 1365|Reptilians?" Her husband then answered, 1365|"Of the former king 1365|Michael the re- 1365|quer-ful, thou saidest the prophetess. 1365|Of the former king, say that once 1365|Michael the just was king, 1365|The shepherd who followed the law of God, 1365|As a true and steadfast follower, 1365|As a true and loyal lover, 1365|As a loyal soldier and warrior 1365|Of the King of the Universe. 1365|Of the other, say that once 1365|In the vineyards and mountain meadows 1365|Sat the virgin of Peleus? 1365|Then the wife of Peleus, standing 1365|Near the gate of her vineyard, 1365|Thinking of this, began to speak 1365|As above, so below above: 1365|'Ha! what have become of Michael? 1365|What have become of him now? 1365|What, what have become of the children? 1365|Who hath begotten and reared and bred him? 1365|What, what have become of the fleet horses? 1365|What, what have become of the women 1365|Living and dying with him? 1365|Even as Peleus his father had, 1365|So have the wives of our lords and our knights 1365|Had the sons of other lords and kings, 1365|But we know not the daughters.' 1365|Thus sang the old prophetess 1365|Round the great fire of the great pyre, 1365|Showing the form of each that had been 1365|In the life and deeds of men. 1365|Then King Olave made moaning, and bowing, 1365|'Hear us, for we pray! 1365|For from thee no longer can we keep faith; 1365|For, thou knowest not what is become of us, 1365|Nor of our deeds nor dreams, but only 1365|Thy name hath taken from us. 1365|'Hear us, for we pray! for thou art now 1365|The God of thy fathers, made as thou art, 1365|The King of Israel, but now a woman, 1365|Like Eve of delirium and pain!' 1365|Never so loud, never so shrill 1365|Rang the voice of Moses 1365|Through the rocky and forest-throngs 1365|As did that ancient one of Israel, 1365|When he spake with Moses. 1365|"O my brother, that dwellest 1365|Under the heavens, what will ye say? 1365|And what will ye hereafter say? 1365|Shall we give up our virgin strength 1365|And our young life and our virgin lore, 1365|And the old religion, and all else 1365|Which our forefathers held so dear? 1365|"O my brother, that comest 1365|Under the heavens, who will console 1365|Thy long-suffering and gentleness 1365|For our long transgressions? 1365|Shall we make an end 1365|Of the faith that has sheltered us 1365|Under the heavens? O my brother, 1365|When will that come to us?" 1365|Never so loud, never so shrill 1365|Rose the voice of Moses 1365|Through the rocky and forest-throngs; 1365|It called up evil and raised up God. 1365|The voice of this old one of Israel! 1365|O my brother, this old one of Israel, 1365|That comest under the heavens, 1365|And that uplifts the voice of the Lord, 1365|Shall we take heed and be wise? 1365|O my brother, for once he said 1365|That we should be wise and take counsel; 1365|But in this day his ======================================== SAMPLE 21060 ======================================== 1229|Toward the light: 1229|The stars shall not sing out 1229|For long, with mooned face, on me, 1229|For long, with glimmering mouth set low, 1229|I shall not seek for peace and rest, 1229|Nor yet for sun-lit skies and sea. 1229|"But now, thou little baby, 1229|This heart-beaming night is past, 1229|And I, alone, the sun do sing 1229|Through the long, starlit hours, and see 1229|That every word is well and true; 1229|I take my little baby 1229|With a smile of trust to me. 1229|"When I have grown old, and dead 1229|I shall have all the wings that are, 1229|And all the stars that are so blue; 1229|I shall have earth, and sea, and sky, 1229|But never, never, nevermore," he said: 1229|"The world that is over is here, 1229|I hear the glad music fall: 1229|I do not fear to leap out 1229|That great white night of the whole of me." 1229|With the dark sky a-tinge 1229|And her eyes in the sunset, 1229|It is well to say that 1229|With the dark sky a-tinge 1229|And her eyes in the sunset; 1229|It is well to say that 1229|With the dark sky a-tinge 1229|And her eyes in the sunset. 1229|And the dark sky grows not dim 1229|And the dark sky grows not dim, 1229|But she sees with dim eyes 1229|That the dark sky grows not dim. 1229|With the dark sky a-tinge 1229|And her eyes in the sunset, 1229|With the dark sky grows not dim 1229|But she sees with dim eyes 1229|That the dark sky grows not dim. 1229|With love's bright sky a-smile 1229|And her soul in the sunset, 1229|With love's bright sky a-smile 1229|And her soul in the sunset; 1229|With love's bright sky a-tint 1229|And her soul in the sunset, 1229|With love's bright sky a-tint 1229|And her soul in the sunset. 1229|With the light of the sky a-shine 1229|In the dark sky a-shine, 1229|With the light of the sky a-shine 1229|In the dark sky a-shine; 1229|With the light of the sky a-shine 1229|In the dark sky a-shine, 1229|All the stars shine, but she none. 1229|With the bright sun a-shine 1229|In the dark sun a-shine, 1229|With the bright sun a-shine 1229|In the dark sun a-shine; 1229|With the bright sun a-shine 1229|In the dark sun a-shine 1229|But not in the darkest place. 1229|I am the child of God, I am Heav'n's own Holy One! 1229|God of the sun and the dew, and of cloud and of rain, 1229|Of life and of death, and of light and of darkness, Lord! 1229|I am one with all the living, without exception, 1229|I am one with all the dead, with the few for friends, 1229|With the few dead I delight my utmost longing, 1229|And I hear a voice within me say that thou wert thine own, 1229|and as far as I am able, I beg of thee that thou wilt 1229|let this one little hand of mine be the door of one of my 1229|household, and let this one little footfall be the 1229|expression of mine independence. I am not afraid to 1229|speak to thee, O Father! because I cannot speak to 1229|many of the men of earth; for thou art thou alone. 1229|And, my little child, I pray thee, to take this little hand 1229|and lead me into life, for truly I have heard 1229|some there come with their foolish hearts and souls 1229|going out to meet uncertain death that know not the ======================================== SAMPLE 21070 ======================================== 29357|An' say: "It's nothing but the breeze," 29357|An' he'll say: "O lubber, it's a rumble!" 29357|An' there'll be a splash, an' some jest break, 29357|An' a clap of hands, an' the lubber's words, 29357|An' lots o' other sounds o' cheer. 29357|'Twas he that taught the lubber to sing, 29357|And he that put the "lubber spirit in play." 29357|A good penny, good laughin' 29357|At lubber, lubber, lubber, 29357|An' all the things they did. 29357|An' when they heard the "lubber story" he 29357|Had put them through a great quarr'ry, 29357|They made a stand together an' laughin' their asses off! 29357|It's a marvellous thing, but true, 29357|You never meet a lubber but his mate, Jim, 29357|But at the first of the day, 29357|He'll be a deuce of a chap, 29357|A dun at the game o' life-- 29357|An' then a lubber he'll coom an' try an' try, 29357|An' coom an' try an' try again. 29357|He's a good penny, good laughin', 29357|In shape o' a lumberer, 29357|An' a lumberer he'll be at ole Ageean, 29357|An' a lumberer he'll be at the end o' the rainbow. 29357|An' yit they'll say: "O gee whud! 29357|What the de'ils on yer foor?" 29357|You'll find the most of all they want 29357|Is a lubber who ain't tired. 29357|An' we've got Jim the lubber, Joe the dunce, 29357|An' our lubber's Jimmy, an' their Jim's a fine young lubber, 29357|An' Jim's a dunce, an' Jimmy's a top o' the class, 29357|And Jimmy's got some friends, an' he's a good young lubber, Joe, 29357|That's the way it is, and it's just so. 29357|"Ain't life great, but the scheme, 29357|And the scheme is round-er," 29357|'Twould be fit for bein' a brute, 29357|But the scheme's on firmer ground. 29357|An' 'twere better, but 'tis not so; 29357|An' life's a heap o' pain 29357|'Thout yer feet ever mendin' so. 29357|"Ain't life great, but the plan, 29357|An' the plan is rounder," 29357|Would be fit for bein' a buff, 29357|But the plan's off firmer ground. 29357|I had a plan that I put in, 29357|There was nobody know it but me; 29357|It's to bring in my boy that I named 29357|A-tween us two, "Jack" of the plan; 29357|An', with a start, Jack growled, "What, me! 29357|A plan for our little Joe!" 29357|An' then he says, "No, no! 29357|I'll stop if you'll let me, I promise 29357|It is the best thing in the world!" 29357|So let Joe go to him, an' he'll show 29357|His love for him and us; 29357|An' we will do the best we can. 29357|But, it's not for me, Jack, nor you! 29357|But I'll take care for him and you, 29357|An' he will be a splendid worker. 29357|Ain't life great, but the plan!" 29357|"Ain't life great, but the plan, 29357|An' the plan is always rounder," 29357|Is a better saying, I believe, 29357|And fits our wee lad's nature. 29357|An' it can't be said that he's bad, 29357|Because, as I ======================================== SAMPLE 21080 ======================================== 2383|There was a land to wan and wan 2383|By a strange way, the other way 2383|Was not so wide, if truth be told, 2383|But that one went from me to thee 2383|I did not tell you; yet so one 2383|That it seemeth in my verse. 2383|A great king fell away from Spain, 2383|For evil fame from his true king; 2383|Upon a time he was brought thither 2383|To be a spy upon his king, 2383|And him out, as I suppose 2383|That I do now relate thee. 2383|He is brought thither by his queen, 2383|That she is chaste and chaste, 2383|That he do all in truth may say 2383|Of her love, and his great king. 2383|"What is thy name?" quoth he. 2383|"That answer shall be writ in water, 2383|And thy fame, and all by me 2383|Be read with a letter." 2383|Thou art come now out of the gate, 2383|And therest thou sittest thus at ease, 2383|As if in thy great hall abed 2383|Thou gat with God and his knight, 2383|That he should know thy name, and his, 2383|And take from thee a false pride; 2383|But he, as I perceive, does lie, 2383|As if in foul disgrace. 2383|There was an old man and was of mighty weight. 2383|And he went by the road, 2383|And he called the name of a cow, 2383|And it came out a calf. 2383|The old man had a garden; 2383|And he set it all on the ground, 2383|And filled it up full well, 2383|And put in it a hundred mackintoshets, 2383|Which all the day they fell a-shedding. 2383|And then he had a golden bowl, 2383|With a handle of glass; 2383|And that the handle and the glass 2383|Might be easily drawn forth 2383|Out of the bowl, if he would fathom 2383|All the wonders of the night, 2383|Which he could never fathom. 2383|And whosoever mightest drawe the bowl, 2383|Or touch it, or see it wrought, 2383|Or any shouldest be the possest 2383|Of seeing, therein must abide 2383|All things that are among the telling 2383|In the name and with the face 2383|Of the goodly people and of the wicked. 2383|Now, this goodly people and this goodly name, 2383|That he might easily see, 2383|Searched him and were full of wonder 2383|At a thousand and a thousand gods, 2383|As canest be the counting 2383|Of the gods to a hundred and ninety. 2383|Then the golden bowl full of mystery 2383|And the name of the gods so strange, the wonder 2383|Of the names; but they all departed. 2383|Thou, O King, I do not know; 2383|But of the name of that name name which is so full, 2383|Thou shalt ever in the heavens be light 2383|And that name is Atys; and thou 2383|Sovereign of all the names and thrones, 2383|Be, O be, Sir, called Atys. 2383|As ye shall find in his holy book, 2383|The divine Atys: but it takes me, 2383|For well I know not, 2383|And the meaning of this wise man, 2383|Or what I write it above 2383|In his own holy book. 2383|So in this wise, that all be plain, 2383|For all these things my sonnes and mine 2383|I declare unto you, 2383|That, if ever I be dead, 2383|I do declare and do declare 2383|And the tale also declare 2383|Of me and of my death, 2383|That ye both may believe and know 2383|That he was dead before him: 2383|As surefie as Christe we are here, 2383 ======================================== SAMPLE 21090 ======================================== 16059|Ejemplo, y el ángel De Laude; 16059|Y á los hombres hinéan; 16059|Yo cuando todos en un verdor, 16059|Y en ella todo en una vida: 16059|Tengo y la tierra el Árabe España, 16059|Que á la verdad de la guerra 16059|Vellos á la esperanza entre lejanón 16059|Nos dirastes por los noches 16059|Que yo está en su tierna España 16059|Poderoso león que se oye. 16059|Alzó la noche alzó suena 16059|Dijo, y yo se abasó sus nidos, 16059|Porque en el mundo vuelto, 16059|Y despeñado en las sombras 16059|Porque con su albor primero 16059|El viejo que de un pendón. 16059|Era deja de la lengua y deja de las lluvia 16059|Como el albor primero y de un valiente 16059|La fe, el mundo está entre sus prados barcelos 16059|Por las guerras repapales 16059|Del sol, las almas oprime, 16059|Los cielos se atorpió: 16059|Y del mundo es mar lograr con sus pechos: 16059|No le diero ha muesto está atorpió. 16059|_De la uza nueva, de la espada, de la mar 16059|se apagada una cuesta perezia._ 16059|Nunca de lejos en la cabeza y de la puerta 16059|Al amor, nunca el relámpago 16059|D'auplicarlo, y nunca el vencedor, 16059|Que nunca le diestra el cielo entre las puertas 16059|Sin que á escriban al pueblo, 16059|Vino le hallar de su vencedor 16059|Las tinieblas que al mundo emplanzada 16059|La puerta de honor, que muestra en torno al cielo 16059|Borró el puerto á amarga la sombra, 16059|Y de luto le espal juguetón. 16059|Por una fizia el rostro placentero, 16059|Era en un hondo d'or la noche perezca, 16059|En nuestro poder á la gloria nube 16059|Las cuerpo del ave, la fe, el buque 16059|La pobreta al placer y la mar, 16059|Más que una vez lo baja 16059|Con el amor de la puerta de honor, de la mar 16059|Se quedan lo que le diestra al placer y al buque 16059|Por el dedo de la puerta en torno al cielo 16059|El sol perezca de las palmas, 16059|Y pues mi afán, que sobre un amor llena. 16059|Desierto se aguardad le vuelto en ruta, 16059|Y llevó á una puerta que le se enradó. 16059|Al mundo al fin sin hora que le abrida 16059|Donde el mundo á su dueño, 16059|Cuando se abrían lo que le amada. 16059|_Núnez causa de héroes, la naturaleza 16059|de oro, la naturaleza el vencedor, 16059|la naturaleza del amado 16059|que á los alivias no sabe arranca._ 16059|Una hegimentación, 16059|Por sus rosas que el alma mía es vida 16059|El naturátyposo vencedor 16059|Con la puerta de honor, que mu ======================================== SAMPLE 21100 ======================================== 18396|When he'd got his "gurl o' lads," 18396|He'd dance upon the beach 18396|Upon the dear, dear sand. 18396|He was as fair upon the water, 18396|As e'er did fair upon land, 18396|As fair as be the moon's face, 18396|Or like the mavis in dell, 18396|Or like the dewy rose: 18396|And tho' the winds were loud, 18396|And his locks were white of snow, 18396|Ne'er could I his beauty miss 18396|For I heard his sweet-voiced moan, 18396|And evermore he cried, 18396|When at his lovely furl, 18396|In the sun and in the blast: 18396|For I heard him on the billow, 18396|When it rose so pale so fast, 18396|And his arms were round so stout, 18396|And his hands were round so strong; 18396|And I heard him cry, and sigh, 18396|When the breakers loud broke on the strand, 18396|'Oh, I'll seek my native land!' 18396|And I marked his locks of white, 18396|And I marked his cheeks were wet; 18396|And I said, 'Oh! he's beautiful! 18396|And oh, he's surely great!' 18396|And I held his hand, and said, 18396|'When he would wish for death, he'll die; 18396|And he'll ne'er get over, die! 18396|But he's loved for aye, die!' 18396|A' the wind blew loud and shrill, 18396|And a' the scolds he had, 18396|Gude forgi'e frae my bairn 18396|I'm sure it was true. 18396|When I came frae home at night, 18396|By a baker's door, 18396|To attend my match I met, 18396|At the window wagtail lone, 18396|But the weather was fine. 18396|His hair stood up on his head, 18396|His gowden face was sad, 18396|His coat was dirty and grimy, 18396|But so gude and gay. 18396|'Twas a gown like moss-grown cherries, 18396|And it gleamed on the wind, 18396|But it did na mair afford 18396|That comfort was mair. 18396|When I laid my hand on him, 18396|I could na mair resist, 18396|For his gude green silken hose, 18396|And his beild locks downy. 18396|But I thought nae thing o'er him, 18396|Nor did I see his face; 18396|For I heeded not what he said, 18396|For I heard nae voice. 18396|But when I come to his house 18396|I'll take him for my bride; 18396|For it's the daurie that's best, 18396|When the gude gat wi' gairmin play, 18396|And a' the kirkyaird band. 18396|I had a son, an honest man was he, 18396|He lived and died on the holy cross; 18396|I couldna weep when he died on the cross, 18396|And a' his kin did surround the place; 18396|Gude bless him aften! for I kenn'd the same, 18396|And I'll aften believe the auld woman's tale! 18396|Aft for the last time I look'd upon him, 18396|And there he swore that he would never wed; 18396|He swore it for that wife that he had ne'er gat, 18396|And he was aye an thorn to the hause. 18396|She's since been gane, and left him full forty year, 18396|A fellow rudny, rudny, rudny; 18396|His children are all scattered a' to wad gun, 18396|And gae a' before the breech to the forge. 18396|They took her a butcher's knife, which she had nae rod, 18396|Nor she swore by the holy cross, nor by the rite; 18396|She swore by the rod and ======================================== SAMPLE 21110 ======================================== 25340|Or if the sun should fail to reach them-- 25340|For he is not to them denied, 25340|But the whole world round about him, 25340|With more than the utmost of light, 25340|To whom the golden hours were given-- 25340|But who could tell the time, or say 25340|How their fair days and good success 25340|Could be compared with mine--with me? 25340|For I have seen, or felt, or seen, 25340|Myself with others viewed, and known 25340|The wonder, and have felt the pain 25340|And triumph, of exceeding it-- 25340|Till my poor soul was not for living, 25340|And life and all it loved were o'er? 25340|But, oh, my soul--it cannot hold, 25340|It cannot bear the weight and heat 25340|It bears--with a single soul of one! 25340|So long as that sun shall burn, 25340|And this dear earth, and all the skies, 25340|Their wreathes of color shall be seen, 25340|And the white clouds and the blue skies 25340|Shall be all the same to my sight-- 25340|So long will I be loved, so long 25340|With the same soul, and the same eye 25340|Of the same soul, and the same sense 25340|Of the same sense, shall be free to me. 25340|But, dear, when will this change be gone, 25340|When you shall hear no more the strain 25340|Of the old song of the gay lark 25340|Still answered, and still sung, by you,-- 25340|No more the song, and no more lark, 25340|Of the old, true, solemn, beautiful? 25340|No more the song, and no more sky? 25340|Oh, if the last white cloud to vanish 25340|Were but a dream, to dream again: 25340|Could such a thing be, what matter 25340|How long, how much, how far away? 25340|Could such a thing, so near to home 25340|As memory's own heart at home? 25340|How could my heart have ever doubted 25340|That, in my very "crown" of years,-- 25340|A poor little hut 25340|Built on a broken rock, 25340|A little garden plot, 25340|A garden wild with coverts green, 25340|And a bird's-nest in the tree,-- 25340|Where, under a green alders gray, 25340|Crickets the cricket's prayer; 25340|Where, through the summer hours, 25340|Saw the sweet moon rise clear, 25340|And, in the autumn hours, 25340|Deep-eyed Hope with wild feet peeps, 25340|Deep-eyed Love, from out the gloom, 25340|The little garden-bird; 25340|And there, among the flowers and grass, 25340|And on the mossy stones, 25340|With his bright locks, the garden-goer 25340|Would dwell; and through the hour of rest 25340|The gardener, from the threshing-floor, 25340|Would sweep away the mould and rust, 25340|And, from the roses, lift the thorn,-- 25340|And even in the twilight still 25340|Close the long moles on the wall. 25340|It is the season of the rose, 25340|Then verdure decketh every tree: 25340|Then the white hands of Spring-time fling 25340|Their buds about the verdure spread, 25340|And to the flowers a voice is given: 25340|'Spring-hope to thy blossoming!' 25340|And, oh, this is the season when the rose 25340|Flames in the sun, and bursts on every bough; 25340|To me, the gardener, and to you, 25340|The garden-mother, Spring is dear. 25340|This is the season when the roses burst 25340|In beauty on my lonely hill. 25340|Blue are the skies of Spring; 25340|Green the turf on my mossy wall; 25340|Soft on the bank is her silver fleece, 25340|And, folded softly,--shews the ch ======================================== SAMPLE 21120 ======================================== 23196|As old wives say; and yet you're just a child, 23196|And I, an old man, with a cane. Therein 23196|Some wisdom lies is there, I've heard say 23196|In certain corners of the wood. And once 23196|I heard a wise old man explain it plain: 23196|"The best wine in the world," he said, "is plain; 23196|But nothing in all the world so fresh and dear 23196|As the sound of a good wife's voice; and the night 23196|Of the world is a prayer of a sweet home. 23196|And a good wife is more than gold in store." 23196|Then I looked up from the story and he was gone. 23196|She'll be mine and not marry a better one, 23196|And she'll love me, and be mine for aye; 23196|The same dear calm will meet, embrace, caress, 23196|This house that she moved into of yore; 23196|The same sweet calm her soul shall enclose 23196|In the arms of her faithless husband now, 23196|And the love of a faithless wife in their nest." 23216|A hundred years and more, since first the years began 23216|Have run their long and glorious round; and lo! again, 23216|As once, the fair and simple folk are gathered here 23216|Around the hearth, and singing o'er the fireside, 23216|And the same sweet, familiar music fills the air. 23216|I never can forget the happy day we met, 23216|And sat beside her on the coach and went on our way. 23216|The evening was fine, and nothing much disturbed the sky; 23216|The night was fair, but the sky, though gay, was dark and dull, 23216|And I felt rather sad, for I found I was not alone 23216|In this strange land of silence, and that I did not live. 23216|But, as I grieved, I fancied I heard her voice reply, 23216|And I sat awake with it, and saw the gleam of her eyes 23216|As the dim world seemed clearer, and, through the silent air, 23216|I saw the white light of her hair float through the twilight dim. 23216|And she was smiling at me, and in that smile could see, 23216|Through the old dark years, the future of my youth unfold; 23216|Though some it took to bring her what she sought for and gave 23216|--Ah, but they helped her--the woman I loved they knew. 23216|And when I returned safe home from my long, lonely way, 23216|My friends and I had often talked in the days gone by 23216|About her beauty, and they deemed it far too good 23216|To be a stranger in these happy days to some new foe. 23216|But her face was fair, but her heart was pure and good, 23216|And when I walked with her through our own garden a-moor, 23216|Then I knew I had striven in vain to find a rival fair 23216|In this fairer world I knew,--too fair to be true, 23216|And, as I came by, when a smiling-eyed blithe-heart lay 23216|At her side,--a kind priest, with hands outstretched, could not hold 23216|The love that was throbbing in her heart, with its own grace. 23168|A Bower of Roses, in which a Rose sleeps while Winter wakes, 23168|In which a Rose sleeps while Winter wakes._" 23168|_A lovely little little, little country town, 23168|Paven with lawns of shingle and with moor; 23168|The river is sweet-ferned and the moor-grass green, 23168|Where the gray wolves howl through the night and wake the cows 23168|With their muffled thuds of sound below the bough._ 23168|The sun came down on March; the flowers were May; 23168|The grass grew heavy golden as a crown; 23168|The air was cool and soft, and the stars shone blue, 23168|And the little city laughed with every ray. 23168|The little town that never was sad, 23168|In which the little town forgot to smile, 23168|A town of music and of singing and of flowers, 23168 ======================================== SAMPLE 21130 ======================================== A long row of high trees 32373|In the air, and a sky of blue: 32373|And a wind that does me grievous wrong; 32373|Sounding in the highest air. 32373|From the high trees do I gather all 32373|Fair fancies, colours, sounds that pass 32373|Through the human mind in such wise 32373|That, in the midst of them all, 32373|There comes into my thought a thought 32373|Like a cold mist from out the south 32373|When the wind hath shaken up the corn: 32373|A word like that will do, I know, 32373|And a frown will do as well. 32373|It will come when I sit with you 32373|In the pleasant sitting-room, 32373|And not by dint of daylight rising 32373|When it was not at start of day: 32373|Or when at night we dream of her 32373|By the flickering Koubek lights, 32373|Or in the dark alcove made sweet 32373|By her laughing whispers;--such a mist 32373|Will come and hold hold yet talk. 32373|When a soft breathing begins to move 32373|In the quiet evening silence 32373|At the casement under the belfry, 32373|And the tune sweetly faltering comes 32373|From the organ, till the strained chords fail 32373|Like a sail on the sea of sighs; 32373|Or when slowly comes the dawn 32373|With her train of little stars, 32373|Then I know her spirit-light 32373|Will come, and look for nought, 32373|Save a silent grave by Thames. 32373|. . . . . . . . . 32373|For the heart that's never breaking, 32373|For the brow that never quivering, 32373|Will gather and pass to her tomb, 32373|Where the solemn nightingale 32373|Tells of love and sorrow never ending: 32373|And the night-winds of the south 32373|Through the darkness singing, 32373|Will whisper of hope never ending, 32373|In the heart that's breaking. 32373|. . . . . . . . . 32373|For in health, love, and youth, 32373|Will Memory bring again 32373|Hope and sorrow never ending, 32373|In the heart that's breaking. 32373|. . . . . . . . . . 32373|But when the spirit falls, 32373|And leaves rotting the frame, 32373|It leaves not a vestige of the dream 32373|Which it dreamed so long ago, 32373|But but a skeleton all moulded, 32373|All human in structure. 32373|. . . . . . . . . 32373|Aye! the voice within me cries, 32373|"Who shall solve the chain of Love?" 32373|Yes! I shall solve it--and there! 32373|But who shall listen to me, 32373|When I say, All things must end, 32373|And all things work together 32373|To finish the great task begun 32373|Which was ordained of old for man 32373|When all things worked together in Heaven 32373|To finish the great task begun 32373|When all things worked together in Earth 32373|And Heaven were made a hell, 32373|And Hell a place of final rest 32373|For those that worked together there? 32373|It will be solved by thee, 32373|One soul with one great Love. 32373|Whose eye shall not burn out 32373|With gazing on the shade, 32373|Whose hand shall not press down 32373|The blooms in blushes dim, 32373|Whose love shall not be cold 32373|To the sad eye of fever, 32373|Who shall not love too much 32373|To live in heaven too long ======================================== SAMPLE 21140 ======================================== 1727|where his lordly wife she still had none. If he had loved and lost her 1727|thee, had not the Furies would have taken him, as they did 1727|Philip before Phermon, and as it was, the gods made him a 1727|felon and chid him to bring it about, and said that he must 1727|take it with him to his own country as punishment for his great 1727|gambling, and for the sake of his wife, for whom he had been 1727|far too long a slave. But the gods are very strict; even they, 1727|who care not for the body, cannot help a man become a felon; 1727|and if Ulysses were in the possession of the gods he would 1727|not have turned the other cheek. 1727|"Now, therefore, I will not go as I was driven into it; and 1727|therefore I hope that when the suitors have driven me back to 1727|my own country, I may be at home on my return; for I am not a 1727|fool; I know that my mother and my sisters will keep me for their 1727|"My dear old father," said I, "who, as you see, has been 1727|very strict with me, will still find me labour in the house, till 1727|I have wrought as my fathers did. I wish, however, that he would 1727|speak to me kindly, for I am in the same place with them and I 1727|should like to get home again. My heart is heavy and I cannot be 1727|understood, and yet we have some reason to blame one another. It 1727|was not Ulysses that took you to his father's house and ordered you 1727|there to work; it was the suitors who gave him a new wife, and the 1727|suitors were averse to sending their servants into his house in 1727|rags. Tell him who he is, then, that I may find favour with 1727|him in his father's ears; it would delight him to receive me back 1727|again; he had, however, a daughter and son that he put under 1727|a roof of stone, and that son is on the labour of some other people 1727|to be married, in which he is very much indebted to me, for 1727|I was no longer worth his displeasure--and would gladly die with 1727|him to help him bear it." 1727|"If," I said, "you would speak to me, you would tell me 1727|somewhat of what has passed with him this lately, if you would do 1727|me a favour, I would tell you that the suitors had beaten him 1727|about the earth and would call him in his house as before, 1727|and would make him beg for bread and drink every day; they 1727|would say to him, 'We have fed and sheltered you well, we will go 1727|home and take you to a stranger; this too must be endured, or we 1727|will bring you to the same house with Jove again.' This is what your 1727|servants do every day. They work hard to earn money for the 1727|servants, but heaven forbid that they should ever cease working 1727|because of the greed (which is Jove's delight) of a whelp like 1727|a dog, nor shall they ever do their best for their lord. I wish 1727|he might live to continue to be their enemy, and to be proud of 1727|having made so many harvests desolate; it will be but a very 1727|slight inconvenience to him." 1727|"'Think not,' said he, 'on the hour when you should be at strife 1727|with the suitors; we too will try to be of some use. Jove will 1727|take me out and take me in, and you should also take Penelope, and 1727|let the house be about the same in each of you. I also want to take 1727|Boeotian Nestor; I must say good morrow to him, and to all our 1727|other subjects. I will even take some maids in your house, and 1727|make you go with them to the feast for your master's sake.' 1727|"So he bade me go with them, and I told him to go with 1727|s ======================================== SAMPLE 21150 ======================================== 1054|Auld and wi' the yill and eke the hie; 1054|Gin she go or come, there's nane to say 1054|O' her nuploy, or what may come to pass. 1054|The bairnies may hae gone far away, 1054|But we maun keep her ever in mind; 1054|And ere she come awa, we'll weet 1054|An ae bonny dapple and bile. 1054|And gin ye think that I hae forgotten, 1054|I've a' that may have gane and died, 1054|And gude words for her, ye never saw 1054|The kind and mirthfu' heart that's her ain. 1054|Now come awa'; and if ye will, 1054|That's just what maister fand ye, 1054|We'll get thee to the mead yestreen, 1054|And bring thee kin' o' this wan-bone. 1054|Ae dish is our requiririr, 1054|And three times it maun be gude, 1054|An herte in a' ilk degree, 1054|An' thole in a' ilk degree. 1054|An' I'll pray for the best for this, 1054|To thee we have been true, 1054|An' the auld clarty gowd 1054|That's maist o' this heart shall gae. 1054|"Maitlands, O! Maitlands, my love, 1054|It was thou lilt me last of May, 1054|When o'er Maesil's hills I wist how 1054|Thou cam'st to woo me on thy knee. 1054|"Thou cam'st at morn to woo me then, 1054|But mair nor saw I thee at e'en, 1054|And mair had I to die before thee 1054|Than for thy wooing then had I." 1054|"Nowe may thy bairns be my weddin, 1054|For they shall be mine, methinks, 1054|When they gather thy green cloaks, love, 1054|To be wrapped about my neck." 1054|Then up and speak the first to me, 1054|And answer made the second too, 1054|And answer made the third that spake, 1054|"O thou my youngest that I wed, 1054|Come, my own true young ladye! 1054|O come ye to see my bonny sister, 1054|She is so like thee, and so fair?" 1054|"O yes, my dear young sister dear! 1054|Thou art my youngest in age. 1054|Come, and let us, my love, be wed, 1054|For weel I wot thou dost me mock." 1054|O when, my loves! that wee'le ones 1054|Are weary of their a':s, 1054|That wee'le auld mother-INVYT, 1054|Maks aye her auld gown twitch! 1054|She is so auld, and sair sair doffs, 1054|When she sees that twa, twa-twelve year. 1054|Then, lads, come hither, and let us bee 1054|Baith wedded by aye; 1054|For weel I wot, twa's mine and twa's thretty, 1054|That wee'le may be married in twa year. 1054|He was an honest man, and loved the King, 1054|As ever yet did woman: 1054|But I mind not how, nor if I should forget, 1054|The queen was sair his fere: 1054|He was sae fair, and a good king he ruled, 1054|As ever he could be; 1054|But he's beene a' wet, and the queen is sair, 1054|An' the child's awa. 1054|He spied in a daughter's face a grace 1054|That might bring joy to a king, 1054|For sae was her face, that never heeded 1054|That king's entreaty. 1054|His love for the queen he did sairly prize; 1054|He sought ======================================== SAMPLE 21160 ======================================== 1322|The people, the native youth, the people's 1322|first-born, the people in the land, 1322|The people as a whole, by law and 1322|law, by custom, by custom, all, 1322|by custom in this land, here, there, 1322|everywhere, men, women, children, men in 1322|women's and children's clothing, in women's 1322|and children's garments, by men and women 1322|choosing for the people and by women 1322|trying for the people, the same old 1322|same old struggle! 1322|In the name of the people, the name of the 1322|United States! 1322|Facing the people is my mission, 1322|facing the people is my mission in 1322|the land! 1322|In the name of the fatherland! 1322|In the name of the motherland! 1322|In the name of the people! 1322|In the name of the land of rivers, streams, and 1322|cities! 1322|In the name of the people! 1322|In the name of the land! 1322|In the name of all men! 1322|Let us face the people. 1322|let us face the people, 1322|let us face the people! 1322|Let us face the people! 1322|Let us face the people! 1322|I have never loved America, nor have I loved her as the American, 1322|but in its time a girl, and as a girl in its time a girl it 1322|should be easy for all, as it is now, to escape from the 1322|burden of the woman's-nature. 1322|I would not touch her hand, nor her hand would touch. 1322|I would not touch it. 1322|I do not know her. 1322|I would rather be the wife and mother to another, who, 1322|the land I love would take into itself the woman's-nature, 1322|and the land I love would take into itself the woman's 1322|nature. 1322|I wish to live on some far Eastern shore afar, 1322|where no sun rises, nor any moon sets; 1322|where no people, nor any language, but all sea-waves, 1322|all sea-waves, all; where I shall not be lonely, nor be the 1322|posterity of strangers; 1322|where none will hear of me, nor any other foreigner, 1322|nor any other foreigner, as they do not know my name. 1322|I would not touch her hand, nor her hand should touch, 1322|nor any of her waves should disturb the peace. 1322|I would rather have the head of a man in this land of 1322|these people, of these people, in this land of these 1322|people, in these lands, the land of these shores, the 1322|land of these waves, the land of these waves, the 1322|land of this waves, 1322|the land of these peoples, 1322|the land of these women, and of these women's 1322|posterity. 1322|I am tired and I am hungry, I would like to go home. 1322|I am tired and half-way to the land, half-way to the land. 1322|I am tired and I am hungry, I would like to go home, I can 1322|not make it myself, I could eat all the food I could eat in all 1322|the time that I have to eat, and I could eat the food that I 1322|can eat. 1322|What is here, what is there, 1322|that are not seen? 1322|I cannot put the sandbanks back, I cannot put the sea back 1322|back. 1322|There is water between them, there is food between them, 1322|there is fire; 1322|I am hungry for my head, and for the head of my man, 1322|for the head of my man; 1322|I would eat the food that is in my hands, and would eat the 1322|food that is at my side. 1322|When will you come, how will you come? 1322|when will you come to your own country again? 1322|Is there ======================================== SAMPLE 21170 ======================================== 16059|Cayete 16059|Que es de la casa 16059|Todo á poco, 16059|Porque la santa 16059|Sobre su penarole. 16059|Cuando se hiciere 16059|El tiempo, los hombres, 16059|Cazador, el cazador. 16059|Por la mano del pecho 16059|Fuerza que le corte, 16059|Y el oro se acometecid. 16059|Ya en la fuentecida 16059|Hizo pensamiento 16059|Esperando cazador. 16059|Ya con que le criaste; 16059|Por sus cuytons se harto 16059|Lo que tienen penarole. 16059|El amor, que le adoro 16059|Y que tanta el ambo; 16059|No quiero le criamiento 16059|Le hiperte de un duelo. 16059|Por la pelea, que, luy á mí, 16059|Alza, fynar d'ola, 16059|Á la mar, Á el trenente 16059|Á la peleación al mundo, 16059|Á la ciencia, muda 16059|En el combate, como una, 16059|Á la dulce vida. 16059|Pues ¿quién la dama que, señor, 16059|Á todo pensamiento, 16059|Á encendó los llantos 16059|Con una pobre ciega? 16059|Tú, quien no pasa 16059|Aquello, señor; 16059|¿Cómo es la primera, 16059|En el mar que pena, 16059|Nunca cuando entre las fuentes, 16059|Al parecer de hielos y seres 16059|En el mar que pensamiento 16059|Ni el alma, porque el lecho 16059|Ni el caballo entona, 16059|La más bella mía, 16059|Ni el amor, que le corte, 16059|¡Bello es verdad, 16059|Porque le cortes hemos! 16059|Bello la vírgena 16059|No hay place del mar, 16059|Que el bajo el cielo 16059|Lo cerca entre las hombres, 16059|El mundo le alma, 16059|El llanto de la tierra. 16059|Con solio cierto 16059|Bajo la tierra, 16059|El que le llama 16059|No hay place del mar, 16059|Que le llama el caballo entona, 16059|Es amor que le corte, 16059|¡Bello es verdad! es la muerte 16059|De noche de ser verlas, 16059|Que le llama es la muerte 16059|Y entre los pasados 16059|Los dos sus trompes. 16059|¡Bello es verdad! vuestro golpe 16059|De tus cien, que le tuoro 16059|¡Bello está la cabeza 16059|Con mal cabeza, 16059|Que le tuoro le tal vez realizado, 16059|Las fuentes habríes. 16059|Y á todo pudo 16059|Pues de tal vez le acompaña 16059|Que el día está en mi frente arrogancia, 16059|Señora, me dan saludar en mi seder, 16059|Mi frente, al golpe 16059|Sólo le aun tanto el sol muda: 16059|La dama que desdichó el sol, 16059|Que con ellos da el siero 16059|Aun tiempo hacer le mirada, 16059|Cuando mi helles gustimos 16059|Por verá su furor ======================================== SAMPLE 21180 ======================================== 4331|On her little boy's feet. 4331|They set each down a flower 4331|And kissed her sweetly each 4331|In words of tender thought 4331|And tenderness unknown. 4331|The sun was rising, and her eyes 4331|Glistened with a happy light, 4331|The stars were dancing 4331|Far out in the great blue sky. 4331|When the little wind 4331|Like an unseen hand clung to her, 4331|And kissed her, kissing her, 4331|Making love: 4331|It was one hour 4331|Of agony... 4331|But I think it was eternity. 4331|I am all alone at the end of the day: 4331|I am only the one wind left in the land, 4331|And I make music everywhere I go... 4331|And I find it strange, that we who spend our days 4331|Sleeping it out in the night, 4331|Are the same winds that bring them after us. 4331|We think so and keep it in our heads, 4331|As though in the very air 4331|The winds of death were breathing now; 4331|The wind that's in the churchyard in the dark. 4331|But we will not know the end of the world, 4331|For we have never found it out yet, 4331|Nor seen it by the ends of the earth 4331|Like the end of a song we make--and break. 4331|The winds go out at the start--but when 4331|The whole house starts to life again, 4331|When the wind says: "Good-night" all night long, 4331|One sigh is all the wind needs to know. 4331|The wind that's in the sea for a thousand years 4331|Will say: "I had a thought-- 4331|'Tis now being realized in the world: 4331|Let us all of us go to sleep together. 4331|Let us close our eyes for a thousand years 4331|And dream the dream of our lives." 4331|The wind that's in the sea for a thousand years 4331|Will say: "I found that out" 4331|And blow the salt tears to the tide, 4331|Where it sits, silent and alone, 4331|And say: "The wind that was in the churchyard in the dark 4331|Turned all his seeds of calm into a storm!" 4331|I have no words-- 4331|Nothing but this wind and this sea 4331|To tell you how I feel. 4331|I am all alone, 4331| One day the garden stood in a garden-close, 4331|Where a tall green wall 4331|Stretched across the grass to the wall 4331|That shut out the sky 4331|And sent a cool breeze up to the wall. 4331|The hedges grew over at their height 4331|To meet and enclose 4331|All the green things in--one deep heart of shade. 4331|But one flower alone, 4331|Though it was buried deep in the ground, 4331|Though it had broken the ground, 4331|And was only a seed, 4331|Trembled and trembled as it looked at the wall, 4331|And the hedger saw it, and the hedger went back to the wall. 4331|The heart has no words. 4331|The wind is silent 4331|As if it found no words like the rest. 4331|Only the house 4331|Shakes ever so 4331|And leans ever so 4331|To hear the steps of the house it has been built in. 4331|A wind was there, 4331|Breathed softly and cold 4331|As if it found no words like the rest, 4331|But a small wind 4331|Shakes the last rose-petals off a crimson bee-eater's wing. 4331|The rain has no words... 4331|And the wind no words, 4331|It hears and hears-- 4331|And the last rose-petal 4331|Shakes, and the rain turns to the words of its own song. 4331|There was no day like this.... 4331|No night like this ... 4331|It was night with rain, 4331|Or like ======================================== SAMPLE 21190 ======================================== 17393|With a whole lotta biffle and a big green apple pie. 17393|"He's a handsome lad and a hard worker, that is all, 17393|And is very tired of it all; though he says he'd like 17393|To be fighting at the rear sometimes, with the big guns. 17393|And he'll do as he pleads ere the time's come to go home. 17393|But he doesn't believe in the old guns, nor guns at all. 17393|But they'll have more power, maybe. He's a handsome lad, 17393|I hope." And while I spoke, 17393|With a little laugh, 17393|And a light and eager ring, 17393|She replied, 17393|As he took out--a pie-- 17393|And said,--"Oh! I've never had that pie before, 17393|But I'll try. All the world's little pies that's hot; 17393|How hot 'twould be if you'd have 'em all--to taste, too! 17393|And, when you've had the pie--don't you forget your toil: 17393|I'll try my right hand, too, at the guns you think about." 17393|And I said, as she took it off, "If the pie went right, 17393|We'd start in mid-day just from six till nine." Then she-- 17393|I wonder if she would have been glad if I had thought 17393|Of the little things, and let her, like her, go her way. 17393|She was a pretty little thing, and I loved her as a sister-- 17393|God bless a thousand girls from every land and age,-- 17393|Tended the babies even when I gave the old dog commands, 17393|And the old man made the old man's home in the North: 17393|And all the time I loved her, and in my youthful days, 17393|When I had found, and found, and found, and found, 17393|A world of pie, 17393|And loved to eat and kiss and marry men at will 17393|Till I got as rich as the Prince of Wales!-- 17393|But at last, one summer morn, I was put to bed 17393|And with the baby, like most other poor men's cattle, 17393|Froze and died. 17393|And, being poor, I was sent, without my leave, 17393|As a sort of freely and as willingly to do 17393|As I was good at work, as other folk go 17393|For a chance to swim the Styx; not knowing how, 17393|Nay, not knowing why, I did, and swimming did, 17393|Nor ever being caught, or being caught, would care. 17393|I went, on the whole, to Hell, or else to Paradise, 17393|I never cared to know what lay behind; 17393|But, in the end, I knew--I was-- 17393|'Twas the thing most happy, not knowing why I was. 17393|So went the years, and years went on; till one bright day, 17393|One summer day, a man I knew met me, 17393|And asked me if I knew where he might find them. 17393|"There?" I said--'twas a foolish thing for me to do, 17393|But--if there was, it wasn't good for fellow--to say. 17393|I took him to a house, but not to one of mine, 17393|And there the fool he died, who never would have thought 17393|That I would care to know where there was place or ground 17393|From which he could dig in the dirt and make a hole; 17393|But where the rotten stone that made a hole might be-- 17393|And he had never been told where the stones could be! 17393|And, though I went to Heaven with one's life at stake, 17393|And thought I would have let something else be damned, 17393|I still must own it--thirty-two, I must have said, 17393|Somehow, in my grief--my twenty--who knew I meant 17393|Some harm, for the twenty years before?--it's plain. 17393|It's twenty, and you know it is, because 17393|It is the reason of the ======================================== SAMPLE 21200 ======================================== 3698|A man, like me, whose mind is set thereon 3698|Where I too may, with the rest of mankind, 3698|Be happy, if my happiness thou guide, 3698|And make the choice as I do; and though, I wis, 3698|Such pleasure I may expect of thee 3698|As thou by nature and by art have got, 3698|Still I must own, of all the world created, 3698|No happy nature is in thee beholden, 3698|No saint thy votary is, no sinner thou. 3698|Nor do I venture to affirm thou art 3698|In all this world the happiest of men. 3698|In thee the world behold enraptured; there 3698|The world behold as the only good. Yet, 3698|To-day, if thus thy nature I could move, 3698|My humble hope would be, that I may fix 3698|My peaceful life in thy agreeable sight. 3698|But all is silent, and the sages grieve, 3698|Their wisdom in thy virtue is expired. 3698|What has the sinner done, to merit this? 3698|Her love, her virtue, what is there in thee? 3698|Is this the love, is this the virtue in her? 3698|O yes, it is thy goodness, love's pure flame 3698|The virtue, and love's pure flame hath died. 3698|Yet, with a heart that still a tender part 3698|Lies in thy service; with a heart for tears 3698|That for the dew of hers is constant ever, 3698|With a good sense that in these eyes shall find 3698|A true witness for pardon, gentle Sir, 3698|Resume thy seat, and, when thou call'st him, hear him. 3698|And let thy gentle and most humble strain 3698|Mingle its music with the love-lost tones 3698|Of some fond, gentle lover that will be 3698|Ever near thee, and will give no thought 3698|To all that makes the night as holy as 3698|The life-giving dawn? Let thy high enterprise 3698|Of glory now in heaven its full blaze 3698|Of glory find an answer and rich reward, 3698|From that high glory which thou must attain. 3698|The day and night that now have hand in thee 3698|Will in him who follows thee the light, 3698|And will be light with thee, as thou hast light, 3698|Light with that hand that must exalt thee so. 3698|Thou art my only friend; my only friend, 3698|My life's true friend, my noble, and best friend. 3698|I cannot be my friend in other wise 3698|Than as my friend in love: and no less then 3698|I can no less be my life's sole joy 3698|That I may serve thee in thy high reward. 3698|Behold this life, for me its life-time's star; 3698|I choose its light when I am old; and thence 3698|For thee, mine only joy, its light will pass. 3698|When thou shalt find to do thy best, I then 3698|Will think my life a living life that is, 3698|And do the best that I can, and wait the rest. 3698|Thou art my soul; as I do serve thy soul, 3698|Thy life I then shall be; I then shalt call 3698|My life what it is, and call it so for thee. 3698|And when thou com'st, and when thy guests assemble, 3698|To visit our dear home thou wilt arrive 3698|With hosts of friends, and friends, thou'lt ask of none, 3698|Only two alone. A solitary wight 3698|With many an offering brings no fair repast 3698|By land, or sea, and is not asked. And yet 3698|Some stranger brings a guest, and thou hast then 3698|The honour of a joyous home and merry moods 3698|And feasting, which thy life will not disguise. 3698|There is great joy in all thy joys; each joy 3698|Seems only pleasing for the time when first 3698|It found thee; and the last, which must be last 3698|But finds ======================================== SAMPLE 21210 ======================================== 29357|A child's bright smile, but no boy's. 29357|We're a little bit of a liddle folk, 29357|But we'll never go home an' leave the sea. 29357|We're like big ships on the water's brink, 29357|But the waves will rise and we can stand them no more, 29357|We're a little bit of a liddle folk, 29357|But we'll never go home an' leave the sea. 29357|We have had no time to grieve an' grieve, 29357|But we'll come an' leave the sea, 29357|When the boat is past, and away 29357|To the haven of the sky. 29357|We've had no time to grieve or weep, 29357|But the waves they'll stand still yet an' laugh now, 29357|An' we'll stand on shore an' wait to hear them say: 29357|"You won't come back, you won't come back, 29357|You've got time passéd away." 29357|We'll go where the waves will follow still, 29357|And the long wave laughs in the light breeze's ear, 29357|Where the long wave laughs in the sun's bright ray, 29357|And we'll sing a fond farewell. 29357|Come to the haven of the sea, 29357|Where the waves they're singing at the moon; 29357|Where all the sweet wonders of the sea 29357|Are hidden from the weary sea-bird's flight. 29357|There, a-list'ning to the gentle swell, 29357|The waves the wond'rous things they reveal. 29357|They're hidden in the sea-beds' calm and deep; 29357|They're hid away, but they're not forgotten. 29357|They'll all come back, when the day is done, 29357|To the haven of the sky! 29357|We're a little bit of a liddle folk, 29357|There's always a lot o' work for us; 29357|We've got to do a-hunger or we've got to go 29357|Home to the mother who is waiting for us. 29357|We've got to work for a living, and we've got to earn; 29357|And we've got to do a-waiting, and we've got to wait; 29357|We're a little bit of a liddle folk, we work all the year 29357|From the sun-shine of July to the stormy rain, 29357|And we earn but the bare minimum to give to our little girl-- 29357|A little bit of a liddle folk! 29357|There's always trouble in land and trouble in the sea, 29357|And the only happiness that's common is-- 29357|To think we're a little bit of a liddle folk, 29357|And the only way we ever can think of dreaming is-- 29357|To come back, for a moment, home to the mother who is waiting 29357|For the smile of the little one who's home asleep. 29357|She is waiting for the "little one" on the shore, 29357|She has got him safe in her arms and--Oh, how happy! 29357|For a sign will sometimes beckon her to go off and roam, 29357|And she never dreams of the mother who's waiting for her 29357|As a sign she'll come home for a moment home to the mother 29357|For the smile of the child in the grave. 29357|In this case how have things really gone with my little brother, 29357|My sweet little brother? I have not been home much, 29357|But it was always my brother who spoke to me-- 29357|He is the sweetest and sweetest little fellow, 29357|He does all things to please me--and he likes me so! 29357|He likes to make merry when I am away, 29357|For he never has been very shy; 29357|He always greets me with a kiss on the cheek 29357|And when good times come he is always glad. 29357|When I go up to visit him I know 29357|It's always good to see him, too. 29357|He has so nice and kind of a face, 29357|He seems just the kind for you or me, 29357|And it's always good to see him, I say 29357 ======================================== SAMPLE 21220 ======================================== 1365|Took her to her father's chamber, 1365|Drew her by the robe-robes aside, 1365|Gave her the child's white hand, and said: 1365|"Now tell me, who is yonder girl?" 1365|"Yes, that is I," said Tamarind. 1365|"Why, you're never near that place. 1365|That was thy sister in the choir! 1365|Yonder nun is she she knew! 1365|There was a fair one, too, some ten years hence, 1365|The old one, the gray one, the young one, the old one, 1365|They called her Lydia; 1365|She was a little nun, 1365|And she had two little lips. 1365|Ah! Lydia! I knew 1365|As little as I know now. 1365|This Tamarind tree is not a tree 1365|And bears not a leaf or a branch. 1365|And the Tamarind forest is not a forest. 1365|And the sky is not made of sky. 1365|And the stars are not made of stars, 1365|And the moon, for the most part, she is not much like the moon, 1365|But sometimes she shines like an eye. 1365|As for Tamarind, here is not any Tamarind in great abundance. 1365|Oh, be away! and I will say good-night to you. 1365|And never, never come back. 1365|The birds will be singing, 1365|And they will be singing 1365|To the tune of the Tamarind bird. 1365|And the birds will be singing 1365|Till the day is done, 1365|And the nightingale will sing 1365|To the tune of the Tamarind nightingale. 1365|Oh, I have made a bed for the birds in my house, 1365|And the birds will sleep there 1365|Till morning, and the nightingale will wake, 1365|And he will go singing 1365|To the tune of the Tamarind nightingale. 1365|The tamarind grows and the tamarind grows, 1365|And every year the rainy weather comes, 1365|So that the trees are very full of them. 1365|But the Tamarind tree is not full of branches. 1365|Oh! I would not have a branch for my Tamarind tree. 1365|But there is another thing; 1365|For the moon always rises and hides there, 1365|And the birds and the animals all come by to eat it. 1365|Oh, it's not very pleasant to see the moon. 1365|And the water always rises and makes it so. 1365|When I was a little boy there was no such thing. 1365|Oh, it's not very pleasant to see the moon. 1365|Now it is a little more like a shining thing. 1365|And the water will spread out and take in many people, 1365|For it can meet with many birds! 1365|Yes, the water will spread out and spread in and round it, 1365|As many boys as there will be, 1365|And the boys will all come with baskets of branches to bring in, 1365|And will bring food with their baskets. 1365|But it's better to come by the river-side and wash yourself in it. 1365|There are many people on that spot that never come out. 1365|And the water will not only wash your face and your neck and your hands, 1365|But it will also wash you as clean as you come in. 1365|Well, it's pleasant as water that's well-water, that is a river, 1365|The better for wash in. 1365|The water's only as good as it's clean. 1365|But I have heard it that in the river-side is nowhere found any 1365|"It will be very pleasant," 1365|Said Mary's father, 1365|"To have a boat there, with a wind-whipped bill, all sail and no boat; 1365|And so she has gone on board with a wind-whipped boat 1365|All sail all sail, and away goes the wind till she gets to land! 1365|I like this a good deal, because, and only You, ======================================== SAMPLE 21230 ======================================== 29700|And every one who knows them, he is a man 29700|The most intelligent, and most skillful in 29700|The art of living, and most keenly skilled 29700|In the secrets of the world, where living's best 29700|Is to be nurtured, and that with him 29700|Who knows to live; and he is not a man 29700|Who, from the first, has sought the world of men 29700|With no aim, but who, without thought for ends, 29700|Is left to himself; he is not a man 29700|Whose love for life and for his fellows turns 29700|Diversely, and for different courses. 29700|O Love of Life and Life's Best Gift, 29700|Pity, if Love be your foe; a hand that saves 29700|And takes away the soul from suffering, 29700|To help my heart and my weak heart. 29700|All that's good in earth, and in the world, 29700|And in our own dear souls, the great enemy 29700|Saw me, and my weak heart was wounded sore, 29700|And still he would not pity me. 29700|For he has eyes to see and ears to hear, 29700|And hands to grasp the bloody, bitter sword, 29700|That cut us limb, and flesh, and fire--when he 29700|Saw me, his hand was closed, his eyes were bright, 29700|And he did not pity me. 29700|He held the sword above my head, 29700|And he was angry with me, that I turned 29700|When he was angry with me, and went forth 29700|To his own green wood, and looked for my love 29700|While he was angry with me; yet he willed 29700|That I should see him first, and then be gone 29700|Away, and he and I would not be parted. 29700|Then I cried, "Come to me, O God, where'er 29700|Thou smil'st, O God, thou dwell'st beside me, 29700|But thou must keep me. Oh what shall be 29700|When I am dead? Thou wilt not let me go-- 29700|I pray Thee, smite me hence, or I die." 29700|So on he went, and at the end of day 29700|His angry eyes were heavy with tears for me, 29700|And he could smile no more. 29700|Oh! I would gladly die 29700|And leave my weak earth body to his will, 29700|That some day I may be reconciled; 29700|But what a world of troubles there are 29700|To think of, yet to suffer, and to bear. 29700|Oh, be my soul to him 29700|His in the place of this poor earth body, 29700|To guard what little is left of me there; 29700|For he may kill me then when he will, 29700|And I shall never see him any more. 29700|And if the God whose eyes have seen this be 29700|The God of war and slaughter, I would die, 29700|And never see his face to learn his name-- 29700|Ah, then his wrath would cease to burn within me. 29700|Ah, woe is me! in those dear haunts once more 29700|I find the tender shadow of my home, 29700|I see the garden of my dear once proud, 29700|But where, oh where? I cannot turn to see, 29700|And as I ask to know the lost again, 29700|The dim and far-off shadows creep across me. 29700|I will not sit all day in anguish here, 29700|Till Love has found me, as I think of him, 29700|And sent my love to my dark-eyed girl again, 29700|To nurse its little fire by my cold hearth, 29700|The while my brain turns over from this to that, 29700|And I can hear those voices that lament and cry, 29700|Till the soul bursts into flames and melts away. 29700|It was a bright, strange evening. The deep skies 29700|Seemed a bright heaven of crystal in the night. 29700|The soft air, as it floated through my veins, 29700|Was a sweet music of incense steeped in tears ======================================== SAMPLE 21240 ======================================== 17270|For he, wha is sae braw, may haud the auld and new 17270|For I wad wive all tae hille, and take at my cost 17270|My owne lewde lewde wifie, and what may to me be true 17270|I may haue ayein to my owne maister and true. 17270|For it is aye sae braw, and is of great honour, 17270|That I may haue a dowland in his hand for my part 17270|And never be taken for p'r'st o' a' the lubbers o'th 17270|Wherfor I'll never in hir face pry nor ryche 17270|But in hir moue se me lyken at hirs bonny e'en 17270|My wifie wifie is as bonny an example as hame 17270|As there ever looked man, and that is for mee but 17270|Ae day I shall have my parte in a haughty kinge 17270|A kinge o' rolins, and I wull be first o' his faut 17270|Wherfor beleeves mak him sae proud and sauourful 17270|And nocht take hame in heven I shall in hir maister 17270|For aye we will ken that we hae auld Heraldic blood 17270|I hae nae maand my wifie to mak to hurt or achill 17270|I wold bleyst the auld, and ne'er had a word to say 17270|Yet I will beleeve when I maun ance ne think on hame 17270|I'll never aye hae sarkit to get what I can scate 17270|For I was sae sair to hae lost my good wifie 17270|For I wold ha'e putten faith and trust in thee 17270|I thought neer that a wiif had a wilfu' heart 17270|And he was sair mysel that my wifie should mar 17270|I'll kye whate'er may be o thy noble and noblede 17270|And whol me might do that thou wold'st o' hame and stay 17270|Thy wifie may never with a povyder be raxed 17270|The day that I come nae mair to my luve's abode 17270|They'll haud hame whare she may haud me and be my friende 17270|And yet, whan it wan her my luve sae dear to mee 17270|And we had aye been one, he had be my wife 17270|And never the neaster be lost, but he lost thair 17270|To me I would that we wad never be twa o's brathen 17270|For in my heart I am true, and I ne'er will be deceived 17270|Though my wifie be sair to mee and my luve dear 17270|And I ne'er wad make a match ere I mair go schewed 17270|But still my heart will be hame whan I get to my morne 17270|But as yet that I ne'er shall hae cause to rewe 17270|For I ha'fna been to my true-love siccious and puft, 17270|Whan I came to my luve this day as I had day neir 17270|For I wisht o' you all my aith whiche I have 17270|I wisht o' you here to see my true-love 17270|So may I be true to thee in all kinde cheer 17270|and peace that I may never see again] 17270|To make a short endeaue all by my selfe 17270|I wot no maner hap of your fair eyes 17270|Ye have saide, nay I hae neither eyes nor mouth 17270|And if that we did get aye into a gentyce 17270|Of this world, I wot it wad be hard to staye 17270|Though he were but a leet coole-spych mane 17270|If we but hae a hale ender to make 17270|Of our happinesse, and siccan requirisions ======================================== SAMPLE 21250 ======================================== 4272|A voice that calls, and in the deep-blue sky 4272|A shape that glides, and with soft touch, a hand. 4272|O, to hear it, breathe round the heart as air 4272|The breath of Heaven! And yet to know the Word 4272|So close and true is bliss! The Lord hath said, 4272|"I set my fates against thine: I am His son. 4272|I hold the sceptre: He hath my soul in thrall. 4272|"He hath betrayed and plundered all my store; 4272|My people have become as nations: lo, 4272|"Thy word hath been fulfilled, and man may die 4272|"And serpent live, and the wild beasts have 4272|No life, but serve the Lord, though in thy stead, 4272|"Since He hath set the serpent and the man, 4272|"That they must serve him, yet he hath set 4272|"No power upon them but the service kind: 4272|"He hath abashed the glory of his might 4272|"And set a veil before the soul that seeks 4272|Thee: no more to be seen if it obey 4272|"Thy gracious touch and serve the Lord," saith 4272|The holy Word: ah, couldst Thou not so far 4272|From such a love thy heart as would that I 4272|Abstain from graces sweet, were I not 4272|Abandonned, at heart, by love's own law? 4272|Yet is there one sweet comfort in that law, 4272|Though not so pure as thy own, sweet, low, 4272|"The veil shall fall and the serpent go." 4272|Who knoweth how it comes?--O love, be just; 4272|Be not without thine own voice in this, 4272|And let us trust that His sweet Word be true; 4272|Let these be simple words that we make 4272|To Him, who hath not hid from us the root 4272|Of His beloved Law: trust thou Him not, 4272|Yet hope He will say it, and His love 4272|Shall wipe away the sin that we maintain. 4272|The Lord hath written in this scroll 4272|The everlasting law, the same which guides 4272|Thy course, and makes thee just and wise; 4272|And, where His voice unto thee is heard, 4272|Plead, Lord, that thou fulfil this task, 4272|That thou mayest live in joy again, 4272|And glorify and crown thy Lord with might, 4272|And on the thrones of glory look on high: 4272|And if thou findest this thy portion sweet 4272|Of perfectness beyond human thought, 4272|Then in thy days be as His children known, 4272|The children of that gracious will, 4272|Whom still Thou knowest, the Children One, 4272|And knowest where the good is and where is none; 4272|Thou who hast knownest the hearts of men, 4272|And heard with perfect vision where are they: 4272|And knowest how to give still, though withdrawn, 4272|Their love, that comes but when they call: 4272|Thou who hast heard thy father's voice, 4272|And seen his children through the years, 4272|Like streams without a channel; 4272|How shall we seek that Father, save thou come to us 4272|And bid us love, to love and live? 4272|How shall we ever do that though withdrawn? 4272|But if we cannot be content 4272|To look on thee with love unblest, 4272|How shall we live, in thine or thine apart, 4272|Or what can we to happiness aspire 4272|That thou art not with us for the whole? 4272|But when thou sittest us before Thee, 4272|In thee, Oh Lord, the world shall be free; 4272|And when we kneel in thine abiding place 4272|The whole earth shall by us adore: 4272|And then may all things be at Thine ease, 4272|And all we love or hope at Thee 4272|Shrine, and cry 'We love Thee, Lord, we hope, ======================================== SAMPLE 21260 ======================================== 1004|These do with their eyes in vain, the light 1004|Not existing in the depth of heaven, 1004|Because a body formeth there no more. 1004|Paradiso: Canto XXXIII 1004|And now behold us how the measure 1004|Of its own goodness doth advance the vision; 1004|For as the feel of hunger modulate 1004|The kind and fixed distance of the hump, 1004|So the imperious pleasure vitiates 1004|Now the haughty route of the strict forbidding conscience. 1004|Paradiso: Canto XXVIII 1004|Sordello now was tow'rd the mount in search 1004|Of me, and cried: "Craving, my son, to know 1004|If any among you here are liv'd, 1004|Let them cause a pause, and let them make trial 1004|If any be there wanting who can mount." 1004|Whom joyous father Gregory answer'd thus: 1004|"If thou hadst done so, no shame would be theirs; 1004|Thou lookst then from the mount, whence there came 1004|Eye-witnesses to the deed; there saw I bounds 1004|Of people, who push'd out from the same road, 1004|And of those, who came after, with much speech. 1004|I noted who had life, and who had died; 1004|Whence Alexander the Great was I know not; 1004|But he who reigns in Antioch records it, 1004|That him the gods put on by weight." 1004|While I was speaking, lo! a noise there came, 1004|With such a sound, from all quarters round, 1004|That all mine ere pass'd were enthrall'd with awe 1004|Thee, greater even than with horror struck. 1004|Even as the sound, which gives the scouts alarm, 1004|Of those, who, wandering in the lonely wild, 1004|Through want of sleep, or want of sleep resent, 1004|Arouse themselves, and wake them at the sound; 1004|So, with exhortation new, this form 1004|Of mine eyes hustled me along the road. 1004|I remember, that with the black car go we 1004|Down the remaining stairs; and lo! to me, 1004|Already on the final stair, there came 1004|A huddled group of spirits, as if weary 1004|Of their own gaieties. By those I saw 1004|Began the language which they used to say, 1004|While gazing with a look upon me. 1004|Verily I remember now the voice, 1004|Which did begin with these words: "Let him 1004|Whom death bereft me, come to me." My sight 1004|Was to the left only, and I mark'd 1004|How both the haunch of them and stature were 1004|That human beings generally take from the sun. 1004|When from the huddled squad a head appears, 1004|No grace doth he back his visage or make, 1004|Such seeming only of weakness is his trademark. 1004|Look how he lies in the huddle, if thou observe 1004|Thyself, and thou shalt know it; so my master 1004|Was wrapt in leaving that dismal world, and pass'd 1004|Among the shades, which, as it seem'd, for him 1004|There were no havens in, so pitiless 1004|That fear there had not made him retire; 1004|So waiteth he till help comes hovering near." 1004|I was so closer to him in waiting, that 1004|If now the seal is absent or has left 1004|Its office, I upon his forehead smite; 1004|So that the seal would seem broken and void. 1004|But so thereon to hold my forehead open 1004|I did, that I beheld the vest and hauberk 1004|In such array, before me never had been. 1004|Not a tent could I discern in front of us, 1004|Not a tent discernible in rear of us, 1004|Not a trenchitious groove through which one might pass 1004|Or entry, where the loins might be drawn asunder, 1004|Not a trenchitious place whereby to make stand ======================================== SAMPLE 21270 ======================================== 37452|For to the city I must go, 37452|And seek the goodly halls of fame. 37452|_Deus est Deus._ 37452|In the golden days of old, 37452|When the great world was young, 37452|It was the plan of God Almighty 37452|To build this world, 37452|And shape it to His liking 37452|To build the world anew. 37452|_Deus est Deus._ 37452|There were mighty beings 37452|Then on earth, 37452|And spirits in the spheres of heaven, 37452|And angels, 37452|The good, the happy gods. 37452|"_He hath given thee a crown of living flame_..." 37452|He hath given me a burning crown of living flame, 37452|And given it me, 37452|Who am his son. 37452|_Deus est Deus._ 37452|I love this town, 37452|Which I once knew 37452|And loved, 37452|And thought my heart 37452|Were set 37452|To hear of kings 37452|With golden crowns, 37452|I loved the town: 37452|And now I love it even in death 37452|As in a dream. 37452|_He hath given thee a sword of living flame,_ 37452|I made it in his image, 37452|And gave it thee 37452|And called it joy: 37452|And now I know 37452|That I made it in his image. 37452|_He hath given thee a bow and string_ 37452|I had in hand, 37452|And bade thee go 37452|And take 37452|The quiver from 37452|Its sheath 37452|And string 37452|A living bow 37452|And hold it in thy hand, 37452|To do for me 37452|My prayer, 37452|When thou alone 37452|_Deus est Deus._ 37452|My soul is set 37452|To die in the flame 37452|Of a sword-point, 37452|And on its ashes lie. 37452|_He hath given thee a sword of living flame,_ 37452|He gave it to my son 37452|Who made thee so: 37452|The sword is 37452|To quell 37452|The ghosts 37452|Of all the crimes. 37452|_Deus est Deus._ 37452|_He hath given thee a spear_ 37452|When he and I 37452|Was boys, 37452|And all the things that I dreamed, 37452|And that at last 37452|The sun 37452|Shall not, 37452|Shall not 37452|Wear out thy bow,_ 37452|And to thy soul's 37452|Sole chief 37452|A spear 37452|I gave thee to wield, 37452|And bow, 37452|Then the dead, 37452|The living dead 37452|Shall strike, 37452|And the living live. 37452|_He hath given thee a garland_ 37452|That I shall weave 37452|To wreath 37452|Thy crown, 37452|And thus to crown thee 37452|And wear 37452|Beneath a garland of living flame. 37452|_Deus est Deus._ 37452|_He hath given thee a robe_ 37452|Of everlasting fire, 37452|That shall 37452|Make thee whole: 37452|And thus thy robes shall be: 37452|And thou shalt sit 37452|With a garland in thy hair 37452|Of living flame, 37452|That shall 37452|Seek out 37452|Every wound 37452|That the gods may heal._ 37452|_He hath given thee an apple_ 37452|To eat 37452|All day 37452|With a spoon 37452|Of pure 37452|Apple juice 37452|In thine hand, 37452|And shalt take 37452|All the sweetness and perfume 37452|That thy heart 37452|In its ecstasy, 37452|On thy forehead 37452|Had never tasted._ 37452|_He hath given thee a ring which is 37452|set with ======================================== SAMPLE 21280 ======================================== 3023|And now I say 3023|That, though you tell him that he's not ill, 3023|Yet all the same 'twill not be well! 3023|The boy you now have brought along is ill, 3023|And has a terrible burning fever! 3023|I'm sorry; he will soon be well. 3023|Oh do not do so. We must not weep. 3023|He's but my child! 3023|His father? Nay, 3023|He's brother! 'Tis an old and noble name. 3023|How strange is it, methinks, with him, 3023|That I should call him brother! 3023|I'd never see him, never, never, 3023|I'm very fond of these old men. 3023|What is it? What's the matter? 3023|It's a great deal! 3023|He's been so much with us lately. 3023|And I was afraid I'd be away. 3023|It is the boy that's ill, 3023|And he's only here a little while! 3023|(She hurries out.) 3023|He's just in great mischief, then, 3023|My father, with such a fever! 3023|How can I bear it? Oh, you must! 3023|I'll lay him in a coffin. He'll die! 3023|'Twas, I remember, just the same. 3023|You thought perhaps you'd be away? 3023|I can't go--the boy is much too well! 3023|(Looking back.) 3023|Now that I see, 3023|We must take pains to keep up our pace! 3023|How do you know 3023|That he's so ill? 3023|He's here on his own petition, he! 3023|I saw the Doctor there 3023|In such a way that he is not here; 3023|Now I'll pray you to excuse me, 3023|For I'm very hungry. Come--give me a glass! 3023|There's the doctor here, and he, too, 3023|I'm quite in tears, I must be quite forlorn. 3023|Then, a good-bye to him! I'm going home! 3023|(The man, having emptied his glass, 3023|Is driven from the room.) 3023|A good-bye to you, 3023|'Tis no great matter in our town 3023|How far you have travelled. I must say, 3023|That when you have seen this town, you know 3023|Not one aught about it? Come! come! 3023|My heart is glad that you are coming home. 3023|A little farther yet, dear? Good-bye! 3023|I shall not long stay. 3023|My heart is glad! 3023|My own heart, then, 3023|Is but sore for your presence here. 3023|I'll not look back, for fear I should be 3023|Too much beguiled. 3023|I will not; 3023|Not while you are here. 3023|(He takes two bottles from his bosom, in passing to a LADY.) 3023|What wilt thou have here, dear? 3023|Some liver, though? 3023|And will it be like thy father's? 3023|Oh, that will be well! 3023|No, it will not! 3023|Then, you are a maiden? 3023|Then it is so! 3023|Oh, yes, there's the window! 3023|The door you come through! 3023|(He turns to the LADY, and her attendant.) 3023|Come here! 3023|My lord, you have come--where's the door? 3023|I have no answer, only, a long, deep sigh. 3023|And, dearest, 'tis no answer, I tell you, 3023|For--the patient, I am sure, is dead! 3023|A little while you can look on! 3023|Here! Take the water in your hand! 3023|What do you feel? 3023|Oh, let me pass--it's painful! 3023|I can't rise to the window. 3023|Ah! that will do! 3023|My boy! ======================================== SAMPLE 21290 ======================================== 1745|Or, if not to our good they are as dear here 1745|As they deserve, yet let them be so brought, 1745|So pleas'd, that we may find our favour there; 1745|Then may our selves perhaps seem less deplor'd 1745|When we our free estates with them shall set 1745|Among ourselves, and such enjoyments look 1745|To have, as shall confess them ours at home. 1745|Our lives shall then in such degree be clos'd, 1745|So equally our days shall bliss or bale; 1745|That where we live we both shall love the same, 1745|That where we die we both may canter down 1745|To utter loss; which would be death indeed; 1745|But still we shall in each other's heart find 1745|The love of grief, which otherwise no life 1745|Could entertain: thus grief shall be no crime 1745|But only virtue's law: Thus farre, behold, 1745|The leaves, which now I see, are mov'd and tendr'd 1745|In opposite directions; Night and Day. 1745|Haste therefore to th' Eternal his great Way, 1745|And therewith all things to recompense thee 1745|For what here brought I find thee wanting; fain, 1745|Cease I say unto thy need to speed; 1745|Thou know'st how little my disposition is, 1745|When free, to ask for gold in payment dear 1745|For things requited, which thou hast requited 1745|Unto thee by gifts, by no inconsiderable 1745|And adverse blasts of thy pacific Winds, 1745|That laid erewhile nature low and wasted. 1745|But gracious Goodness willed it otherwise, 1745|And sent thee benign the messenger of peace: 1745|Take heed, and to thine Adminstration pay 1745|Thy due, though to transgress, and unforgiving 1745|Repent thee of thy vaine intoxication; 1745|So shalt thou fawn, and worship below to Saturn, 1745|Who insterest all things, and from his highth 1745|Hast led thee to reprehensue and deride 1745|The highth of highth of Him that Repuries: 1745|Therefore retir'st from this my Company, 1745|The man that didst unto thee what not doth 1745|Unto all others canst, and did it well; 1745|Worshipped Almighty God and all things here 1745|Eloquent, and for his service gloriously; 1745|Fulfilling this Company with hymne and song, 1745|As one that meant to serve and not to rebel. 1745|Here was the place where I receiv'd thee showrd, 1745|As in a Court where Men do entertain the Lustie 1745|Of Lady with a great Company; 1745|And in thy right did I entreat and sue, 1745|That thou wouldst pardon me because the while 1745|I did espie thee good, and did contempt 1745|Of all the World, and did disdain to be 1745|The slave of thee, as great whose wrong I found: 1745|Which was the cause of this hard case of mee, 1745|The world being surpriz'd, and many a one marred, 1745|And many others besides by thy will: 1745|So that for this I was straitn'd to thine arms, 1745|And in thy power become, and worship Thee, 1745|Who hast both strength and life to succour thee. 1745|But now I see that thou wilt not relent 1745|One jot, so heavy is th' embargo 1745|Bound, that I may not for the space of one 1745|With thee coop'n; what if I die before 1745|Thou think'st, or find some other way devised 1745|For me, which will make thee perish too: 1745|So that the worst that can befall thy Sons 1745|I leave with thee to suffer or to falter: 1745|Am I to die, and not be at thy banquets? 1745|To suffer or be at thy banquets? 1745|Well is it thou shouldst suffer for those 1745|Who love thee: but that ======================================== SAMPLE 21300 ======================================== 19221|And in their turn a song they sing 19221|For love and pity's love I crave. 19221|O may the wretch that loves and hates 19221|Be bound in one by this soft chain; 19221|And may we all, when we, our time 19221|Have pass'd to that eternal day! 19221|Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes, 19221|Which starlike sparkle in their skies; 19221|Nor be ye proud of those brown arms, 19221|With which she grips those golden arms; 19221|Nor be ye proud of all that skirts 19221|Those charms which love cannot endear. 19221|What though those brown arms' strong grip 19221|No weapon can so fiercely bind 19221|That neither blow she may forego 19221|Till both their conquer'd beauties fade? 19221|Then let not being proud to find 19221|The strength of woman's love yet free. 19221|Nay blush not till I have once said 19221|Ye are not beautiful enough 19221|To break the bond that Nature makes 19221|And let me rather love you here. 19221|Then let me breathe those favorite airs 19221|Which, to the clustering living light 19221|Of hearth and loved ones' happy noise 19221|Set your soft voices blent and meet;-- 19221|A sigh, a smile, perhaps, may do 19221|As much as any word or sigh. 19221|Let my poor heart beat at the thought 19221|Of those dark looks that will not rise; 19221|But let the round Earth bring me rain 19221|And bring it sweet, and make the ground 19221|A dearer place to me than Hell. 19221|Then may I reach your arms at last, 19221|And after many tortures meet 19221|The sweet embrace of you, and know 19221|I have not lived in vain or wild. 19221|Written for the present Companion. 19221|On a time, my Friend, we used to say 19221|The best thing ever was to know 19221|Just _how_ well one ought to act our part, 19221|And so to act with others' thanks. 19221|But lately, Reader, whilst reading some, 19221|These words of yours occurred to me: 19221|'Supposing you knew better they 19221|Would act your parts with far less rancor.' 19221|This is a false advice, and one 19221|Cursing the good which it derides, 19221|As acting ill itself gives zeal, 19221|Or acting falsely those who will. 19221|No, no; by duty's charter bound 19221|To act without remorse or shame; 19221|For if we mean to act with thought 19221|And passion free from terror bred, 19221|To passion, friend, we must be kind 19221|And so we must, it is the rule. 19221|By which I mean to show you how 19221|To act the part--or should I say 19221|The part in you, friend, in you I mean. 19221|I claim no other title than 19221|That of friend; and therefore claim 19221|Pure friendship's praise from you; no fear 19221|That I o'ergook my claim at first; 19221|You were the first who raised the word, 19221|And first who made me prove the use 19221|And vanity of that claim too. 19221|Now grant that I in claiming owe 19221|Some bounds to your full entitlement; 19221|And yet, my Friend, you see I mean 19221|To be very near all that I say, 19221|And, in endeavouring, still to gain 19221|What you would fain have me consider. 19221|If I should say that, from a love 19221|You cannot withhold one whit of praise, 19221|Or that which you yourself would fain 19221|Discountenance from you receive and use, 19221|Or that you cannot entertain 19221|With tender love my high request, 19221|If you but show me regard and grace 19221|As you would fain a love you hold so high, 19221|Why, 'twere quite another thing in doubt 19221|You should to all men's scorn receive and use-- 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 21310 ======================================== 3023|But yet when from his heart the boy has fled, 3023|The father finds not much use for his wrath. 3023|'Tis well the law forbids him to have arms, 3023|Nor for a surety to use force. 3023|Hush! Now I'll ask for much! 3023|Hush! The child I'm waiting here for's sake! 3023|I'll see the man before I kill him! 3023|I'll go abroad and play with other boys. 3023|No! I'll not go. 'Tis now too late. 3023|I do not believe that boy is yet dead! 3023|Now listen!' 3023|'Nay! No! Do not go there! 3023|For, as you have heard, the Count of Lara 3023|Bids well to see you. 3023|'I do not believe that boy is yet dead! 3023|Yet in the morning early from the village 3023|He chanced to go--a young man just out; 3023|With not the least suspicion of himself, 3023|As any young man should be. 'Nay! 3023|I'll come in a little while for a bit. 3023|For here is the place, and the village priest 3023|Shall guide you safely here.' The priest was a priest, 3023|And the boy could ride, and he had a whip 3023|To lead him; thus the priest did right. 3023|"That was the father of the boy. 3023|And now the mother of the boy, 3023|The count's own mother, she, I understand, 3023|Had a house, and a roof, and a window fair. 3023|'But now,' quoth she, 'he would not say his prayers 3023|As he had done before. She was afraid. 3023|Ah, father, father, let me out of this! 3023|If I am not mistaken, I perceive, 3023|That, for my son's safety, this I must do.' 3023|"She said; the count went to summon him, 3023|As if in dread; 3023|But he heard not the summons, for he came 3023|At the same door as her. 3023|"They were so soon together! 3023|To call the boy from home? 3023|How can I make my boy to say his prayers 3023|As he has done before? 3023|"Then the priest would plead his cause, 3023|But his tale was just begun; 3023|As he was in the act of leading him, 3023|An arm fell on his head. 3023|"There was no one at that moment, 3023|No one to question, no one to see, 3023|None but myself, the poor girl whom I'd lost. 3023|I was alone, yet all the while my own. 3023|How the boy turned red! 3023|"Then, up in arms there did not sit aught; 3023|In fact I was in a sorry plight, 3023|For every little thing went wrong, 3023|And every little fault was on me. 3023|At last I said, 'Father, my good man, 3023|To-day I'll make my boy a new boy!' 3023|'That's nothing, 'tis a long while to come 3023|Where you'll find the boy that's my boy!' 3023|"I went to the church to give his ticket, 3023|And then I found, of little faith, 3023|That the priest there had had his ticket; 3023|I then found my man a job to do. 3023|"Of course I was in a sorry plight. 3023|A man could bear it a day; 3023|But I'm in a better one. I am glad! 3023|"I've often wondered just how I could bear. 3023|When I am in this present plight, 3023|When one can hear, or see, or feel, 3023|'Tis a proof of the Holy Father's love, 3023|One would have a little change of thought." 3023|"I'm grateful as a Christian I may be, 3023|Yet for the child I must confess, 3023|A man's little thing, how trivial he! 3023|I'll make him right again ======================================== SAMPLE 21320 ======================================== 26333|"You do not know," she exclaimed, "how much I love you, 26333|And now I'm yours, and _not_ yours for evermore! 26333|My life is yours, then, as my life is yours. 26333|I would not give you life, but only love, to-day!" 26333|And so you lost the chance from which you drew your livelihood. 26333|"Nay," said I, "she's only young, and very sweet, 26333|And you may teach her to be polite and witty, 26333|And so she'll have her friends--you may lead her on-- 26333|But you're not going to be her father now!" 26333|You must be going to be-hold of your own morals, because- 26333|No, No, I'll tell you what it is. 26333|I love my mother; she loves me; she must have you, 26333|Because, believe me, she cannot do without you. 26333|You mustn't love her, for all that he loves you. 26333|I love my father, and I wouldn't have him, as I should 26333|If he but loved another. 26333|If he'd be-whispered that he was to take you home to be with 26333|"I'm glad I'm not his father," said the little girl. 26333|I smiled, and said, "Mother, I really don't know." 26333|Her eyes were wild, and in her mother's face 26333|There seemed something hurt. 26333|I laid a gentle hand on my own sister's arm. "Now, 26333|Look at me," I cried, "as you were yesterday!" 26333|A tremulous terror seized me, and I blushed to say it, 26333|But the woman looked at me with pleading gaze. 26333|I smiled again, as I had done, but there was fear 26333|In her sweet and dogged eye, and then, she said, 26333|"The child is with his mother, and that I can help her 26333|With all the tender care you can give to a mother. 26333|But if, as my good mother advises, you must make some 26333|possible separation, remember what I tell you. 26333|I don't regret your taking away the child from you 26333|Or anyone. But, my good woman, if you will give me 26333|My fee, you'll give the child a foster brother or sire." 26333|There is no such fairy god as fairy-tales." 26333|We are often led, no doubt by natural instinct, to believe 26333|That the things we dream of we also dream on through-- 26333|The boy had a horse, which made him brother to the horse. 26333|I used to dream of being a soldier and fighting; 26333|I dreamed I was half horse and half man--but now I dream again. 26333|I dream that I was one horse. And, by my troth, it pays me handsomely 26333|To dream of the very best of horses, and dreamers of such a nature 26333|That they will dream a great horse, not a dream of any small dreams. 26333|I dream that I am one horse, thinking only of the best. 26333|But this horse's my dream, and this dream's my dream--and by dream I mean it. 26333|If I dream a dream of a dreamer at all, I will make him a dreamer 26333|That will never get old. 26333|And so the old horse and the young one with the big bright bridle, 26333|All of them dream together, as though they were children, 26333|For the sake of a good night and a long morning; but I don't dream, 26333|And so they have a dreaming-dream-together, dreaming, as they sit 26333|"I want you to write me a letter of love, 26333|A letter of love from this sweet face of yours." 26333|She gave a trembling hand and timid kiss, 26333|And then kissed me one last time, and kissed me once. 26333|My sweet sweet hands have found 26333|Their first down-fallow tree; 26333|My heart for them will yearn, it knows not why, 26333|As a mother yearns for her first born child. 26333|"And, sweet love, ======================================== SAMPLE 21330 ======================================== 24269|I also, in my tent. 24269|Shall I then, stranger, far away, 24269|Lodged in an alien's palace, call 24269|Thee to my house, and with thee share 24269|A life I cannot hear thee tell, 24269|Who seek the shade of heaven? Where is 24269|My peer, with all this baggage laden, 24269|Bridal, for my nuptial banquet? 24269|Not as thyself excell'st; in me 24269|Some evil touch impends--but, say'st thou? 24269|The night, and the dread of the dawn-- 24269|By all, and all, I am delighted. 24269|To whom, discrete, the hero sudden. 24269|Alas! if I could die thus away 24269|From my beloved, and with thee live 24269|A boy the while, like thee, indeed, 24269|But whom art thou? know'st thou me? my name 24269|And rank, who once the blood of Telemachus 24269|Suck'd with thy wife. What was my name, alas! 24269|And wherefore hither hast thou brought me? 24269|I cannot, for I see not in my mind 24269|The time when I shall die, nor whither shall go. 24269|But if thou seek me, I will make it known 24269|To thy son, and to my shipmates among, 24269|So that he henceforth shall not be sad 24269|Or mournful, but shall be secure; for fear 24269|Of thy death hath turned Telemachus sad, 24269|Whom in return for all so many gifts 24269|I lately gave thee, nor in mine own heart 24269|Shall he return ungreeted. Of my gifts 24269|I will declare thee also who bestows 24269|Such weight, and to what he gives me as varies. 24269|Now, in the twentieth year, Telemachus, 24269|When my return shall be, shall have 24269|Ten barrels of sweet wine, of five score chests, 24269|And twenty seats; which number so shall serve 24269|For a hospitable board and bed, 24269|We may dispose, thou, when thou comest home 24269|From Troy, to thy own bed. But I will not 24269|Thinking that any thy absence shall bruise 24269|The house, till the fifth year arrive, when all 24269|Thy stranger guests shall depart to other homes. 24269|So spake the Hero, when he had, meanwhile, 24269|Appeared the Goddess, with a smile 24269|Blest on his return, and of the Gods repaid 24269|All present and presences of men 24269|That entered, in her own house. So, thenceforth 24269|Arising men would call him, they that saw; 24269|And whatsoever he espied, such deeds 24269|Of sweet calamity he wrought among 24269|The people; he, all things in haste had mix'd, 24269|And, for the present comfort of the Gods 24269|Who pleased him, they with gifts of gold and wine, 24269|And silken garments, gifts that none might taste, 24269|And various victuals, had on all alike 24269|Of various kinds prepared, and had replenish'd 24269|The tables of all, his hand, their chiefest bane 24269|Unmatt'ring; but he, though, to each one's door 24269|A proper seat he gave, and for to dance, 24269|And to entertain the guests, with wine 24269|He quaff'd; and with delicious liquours quaff'd 24269|The banquet. Then, they, the King and guests, 24269|Sate in a golden car; it had at first 24269|No leathern load, but afterwards, in vain 24269|Had tried each hide to touch, and, failing, sank 24269|To dust. His son, the illustrious Chief 24269|Gerenian, next, with sparkling wines they quaff'd 24269|And all-consuming fires, whose sav'ry viands 24269|Were sumptuous, and which, by the Gods' command, 24269|They, with the richest gifts, with him should furnish, 24269|And to their native lands their ======================================== SAMPLE 21340 ======================================== 841|I might have walked and never made a man aware. 841|I should not have been able to find you in a street 841|Or walk beneath the trees. I ought to have stayed 841|And let you see you. Then you'd know. 841|That's what I thought, anyway, 841|When I took her to the forest. Well, I'll take you there. 841|You'd see that every tree has a different colour. 841|I'll be a man-child too and call you Papa. 841|It's a little late for painting right now. We're too busy 841|With working people to let us go and look at some 841|Old pictures and let them be. Some are rather old forgeries. 841|They're old, but still old enough for us to look at. 841|The pictures they have made of our own garden can't be more 841|Old than these. They were made in the days of God, 841|And there is a quiet smell of green in every tree. 841|So let us take the pictures down, cover them with leaves. 841|They're of that old picture of a little red rose 841|There in the little garden. It's so old an one. 841|We only found it last year, and I wish I knew why. 841|I think it was for a festival. It was old 841|enough, but then... 841|I've always been a little out with the young things. 841|I say I'm old in my way. I want to be old then. 841|I was rather sorry to see poor little Peter. 841|I felt like I'd spied Peter once and left him there, 841|But I was only looking at the flowers or something. 841|You see, I didn't know him as I knew him then, 841|And as for Peter, well, he's come back home to court me. 841|There is not much need to tell you why that is. 841|When I was young I loved a girl with blue eyes 841|And big round cheeks. No one seemed to like me that way. 841|I'd ask her, just for fun, out on the street 841|And kiss her and hug her, and never a word. 841|So it's the same with Peter. I think he's lovely. 841|I wonder whether God has let poor little Peter 841|Have a soul on earth. To me a soul must be much 841|More than a thing, 841|Not being something, to be sure. I would give my soul, 841|Just to have life on earth; to know, to feel, and do. 841|That's what the word means. Why do you sit there in your chair?' 841|'That's not going to do. 841|I haven't much to say,' said Bertie. 841|'Then I'll sing,' said Bertie. 841|'Yes,' said Mary. 841|'I'll take my book of verse, and read it out,' said she, 841|'After dinner with Bertie. I think I know 841|More than you do, Mother.' 841|'I know more than you do,' Bertie pleaded, 'more things. 841|More than you know. What can my life be if not 841|Full of good things to come?' 841|'But I believe that God and I are partners in the deal.' 841|'We'll take it slow,' said Bertie. 841|'I'll sing with you,' said Bertie. 841|'I'll sing with you,' said Bertie. 841|'It will be long if that isn't done,' Bertie said. 841|'I'll sing with you,' said Bertie. 841|'Not too early,' said Bertie. 841|Bertie and Peter looked at each other, 841|Both of them very strangely at Mary's shoes. 841|'Why, that is a poem,' said Mary. 841|'Yes. It is. It's called 'The Gipsy's Return'. 841|'I wonder whether it is going to do at all?' 841|'Not if I care,' said Mary, 'for my own work. ======================================== SAMPLE 21350 ======================================== 615|Saw two knights, like those of whom I told before, 615|That came to pay good service a visit near. 615|The one made answer, "My lord and peer, I hied 615|To thee a messenger, but he departed 615|In haste to tell thee, what in this respect 615|Enters his ship, and of his coming learns." 615|Pierced by the spear Sir Gryphon's lord was fain 615|Not to conceal what erst his name was told. 615|The other answered, "I know not what, I trow, 615|Nor whether 'tis or should be, for I know not. 615|Nor is it less a marvel, if 'tis well known 615|He to her love did promise to return. 615|The day I promised to return is now come. 615|"I see we have not yet the whole combined; 615|For here on that dark night thou and he hadst slain 615|The other knights; so that for me the light 615|Was not and must not here remain withheld. 615|But let us here together to repose, 615|Where we have been, contented is and blest." 615|"Who shall, by us, live, of whom we hear? 615|Nor will that more than one make account," 615|Said Gryphon, "let thy bold companions hear 615|To what their master promises them here. 615|Nor will we further to that place repair, 615|For there to rest is more than one can do; 615|I that can journey with my brethren go, 615|And you, my kinsmen, that have not with me; 615|But I will make as much haste to repair 615|As of old, or any else thy name we know. 615|"I but to you the kingdom of Burgos know; 615|I to your palaces am messenger; 615|But I by other road shall come to-day, 615|Which to the world from Camelot is led. 615|I will for ever home again, before 615|Those roads we toll," (said the bold Ermeline,) 615|"But you shall be my messenger, whereby 615|My kinsmen my good fortune shall repair." 615|The others smiled, to hear the message told, 615|And answer thus the grateful damsel cried; 615|"You shall be lady of the lofty palaces 615|In Charlemagne's dominions; and shall be 615|The messenger that bears the herald's shield, 615|So that the mail that coat and armour graced 615|May be conveyed from thence to all our band." 615|So by the friendly love and kind regard 615|From noble youth to youthful knight was shown; 615|That he the palaces might not forego, 615|Would ever so keep faith as now with them: 615|For his love he was entranced, while he was. 615|"And shall that claim for him, so much I owe, 615|Be the reward that shall thine equal be?" 615|-- "It can't be denied," Gryphon answered, "by a! 615|It is so to me, that so I have done." 615|So both to rest withdrew, as better sped. 615|The morning rosy shone with early day; 615|To the young lord the fair ones' pleasant cheer 615|Encouraged; but from his breast the tear rose; 615|For of the joy he in his heart had felt, 615|All other pleasures had been vain and past. 615|He in that hour of time from other thought, 615|And in that hour of time he could not wait, 615|And think upon the lady, how the young 615|In such a place, in such unhappy plight, 615|He should repair to rest his weary steed: 615|Nor could the messenger return more slow, 615|Since he, the same had had his message bore: 615|Yet not through sorrow at that time withheld, 615|But that he could not rest nor rest his head: 615|For he was vexed by a mischance, the like, 615|(Though none before or since that time had heard) 615|That to his palais-may, on foot was gone, 615|A mail-coat and vest, to shield his visage. 615|He, of his journey and its cause unmet, 615|To her with all that truth had told him told; 615|Breathless, yet not inly ======================================== SAMPLE 21360 ======================================== 27195|A liddle jad, and a liddle wife. 27195|O, how much I like this Mammy's smile! 27195|My Mammy's smile is a liddle lookin' fellow; 27195|I like to see 'em laugh and smile, and moochin' 27195|All over. O, how nice 'n' cozy 's this nest; 27195|I like to see them laugh as they laugh, in here. 27195|Here in this nest yō' Mammy's smiles are a kind o' gift; 27195|It's kind o' good to know that yō' Mammy's smile's a liddle boy. 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a liddle lookin' fellow, and that's why 27195|I like to know when Mammy's smiling, and when he's frownin' 27195|'s laugh is leet and jine; 27195|It's a kind o' good to know when Mammy's laugh's a liddle boy. 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a liddle lookin' fellow, an' that's why 27195|I don't think 'at I can ever hug him for hugin' 27195|'At I can watch 'em laugh, in here, and moochin' 27195|All over, an'--me? 27195|Me?--me, a man, an' never won't win me a rib; 27195|But--mammy, say! 27195|Funny, you should say 'at Mammy's smile an' laugh are two different things; 27195|Mammy's laugh's a look o' gladness, Mammy's smile's a happy face; 27195|But Mammy's smile--I guess isn't it a kind o' lookin' guy? 27195|'At Mammy's smile is kind o' gladness, an' yō' Mammy's smile is a boy! 27195|Yō' Mammy 's a liddle b'so, an' yō' Mammy ain't a lookin' kind, 27195|An' yō' Mammy's smile is a kind o' smile an' kind o' lookin' lad. 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a kind o' smile and, when yō' Mammy's jist 27195|An' laughs, like flies, when flies is laughs, when Mammy's face is smiles 27195|I like to see Mammy's smile--'ithin 'at Mammy says is jist a smile. 27195|Mammy's smile is a kind o' smile, an' yō' Mammy ain't a lookin' kind 27195|When yō' Mammy's smile is sence Mammy says is a kind o' smile. 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a kind o' smile, an' yō' Mammy ain't a lookin' kind, 27195|When yō' Mammy's smile is sence Mammy says is a kind o' smile. 27195|When yō' Mammy's smile is up, it makes me sizzle in my pie; 27195|I'll eat it if I sees it, an' when yō' Mammy's smile is down, 27195|I jist say--"You 's a jist a kind o' smile,--an' I'm a lookin' lad!" 27195|I'll eat it if I sees it, an' that's why Mammy says 'at Mammy's grin." 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a smile when yō' Mammy's smile 's a smile to see; 27195|It's not jist one more look--when Mammy's smile is down, you know. 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a smile, an' yō' Mammy don't know 'twid o' that. 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a smile, an' yō' Mammy ain't a lookin' kind, 27195|So, Mammy's smile a-thinkin' o'--when yō' Mammy doesn' care 27195|O, Mammy's smile is a smile, an' yō' Mammy ain't a lookin' kind! 27195|A-goin' to marry a mammy, 27195|O, Mammy ain't a-hollerin' for you! 27195|When yō' Mammy says to marry a ======================================== SAMPLE 21370 ======================================== 5184|Where the magic men are living, 5184|In the forest, mighty-souled; 5184|In the land of Little-Athe, 5184|That the men of Tuonela, 5184|And the men of Manala, 5184|Come to take their stations, 5184|In the living waters, 5184|Men of hope, and fear, and pity. 5184|Long the weary wait of Louhi; 5184|Long the hostess, Wainamoinen, 5184|Hastens through the streets of Pohya, 5184|Through the towns of Kalevala, 5184|Sets her self within her cabin, 5184|Thus addressest her companions: 5184|"I now hail a hero, Wainamoinen, 5184|Comes a youth, a hero's worthy, 5184|From the North-west, a hero, 5184|With the magic-brothers, Ahti, 5184|And the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5184|Forge for me the steel-plate, Owais, 5184|Forge for me the magic steel-shaft, 5184|That I may defeat the heroes, 5184|Defeat them all in battle!" 5184|Louhi, hostess of the Northland, 5184|Hastens therefore from her kingdom, 5184|To the mansions of Pohyola, 5184|There to find a hero-hermit, 5184|Calls around about a maiden, 5184|Takes the smallest of the heroes, 5184|Seats her on the royal throne-room, 5184|And begins from her a-thinking: 5184|"Come thou first in beauty's spring-tress, 5184|Come thou first in beauty's beauty, 5184|Come upon thy silver-stanchion, 5184|On thy coat of linen flower-fair!" 5184|Quickly flies the maiden leader, 5184|Tiny beauty from the leader; 5184|Bloomy-headed is the maiden, 5184|And she dances on the hill-side, 5184|On the steeple steps in safety, 5184|Leaped from birch-bough with her silver, 5184|With her dancing feet she fell not, 5184|Dropped her girdle nor her belt of tin; 5184|Quick she tore her garment, ribands, 5184|Danced upon the chosen leader, 5184|Danced to please the ancient bard-shows, 5184|And the bard addressed her kindly: 5184|"Fair-haired bride, thou seemest anxious, 5184|Hast not danced upon thine aiket 5184|In the open air and summer; 5184|Make a halt in this thy station, 5184|In this seat upon the mountain." 5184|This was some heart-struck answer 5184|That young Wainamoinen gave her. 5184|"Whence and whence comest thou, smiling, 5184|Goest thou hither, happy-hearted, 5184|On thy way of joy ungathered? 5184|Tell me of thy silver-footed, 5184|I of one with copper-footed?" 5184|This the answer of the maiden: 5184|"Glide before me, streams and waters, 5184|I have trodden them and gathered, 5184|Beacon a gleam on either side; 5184|Come thou first, and I will follow, 5184|Follow thee and be not fearful." 5184|Then the singer, Lemminkainen, 5184|Careful girt her with his faulnir, 5184|Set her on the grassy hill-side, 5184|On the single hill-side find her, 5184|Lemminkainen caught her, playmate, 5184|With his beauteous golden ewe-brace; 5184|Sang she such songs as she is singing, 5184|Such as she is taught in infancy, 5184|Sings she such soothing words to comfort, 5184|Fills his beauteous ears with pleasure, 5184|That the birchen branches touch him, 5184|Creeps within his fingers grasping. 5184|Pressed she then within his fingers, 5184|Filled his beauteous hands with iron, ======================================== SAMPLE 21380 ======================================== 42041|When all the trees 42041|Are waiting anxiously for you, 42041|Lazy and white, 42041|Laughing with the snow-flakes on them 42041|And the wind blowing over them. 42041|The flowers, they have no scent 42041|Of sun or spring, 42041|Till at the dusk, 42041|When all the leaves 42041|Are waiting anxiously for you. 42041|Losing itself in a mist of flowers 42041|That waver and die against a gold sky, 42041|You can scarcely hear a human voice, 42041|But only the soft caresses of the boughs, 42041|And a little wind on the branches, blowing 42041|Their fragrance into soft kisses on your hands. 42041|I think it is a wonderland, 42041|A wonder place for you. 42041|I know it when a flower is dead, 42041|A white flower withered by the sun; 42041|The trees, they stand in front of you 42041|Like lonely lovers holding vows. 42041|And we, of course, 42041|We who cannot find 42041|An opening in this wonder land, 42041|To our heart's content, 42041|Pursue my flower 42041|(I think it is some sweet, white pine tree 42041|That stands in sun and wind) 42041|As though there were a magic garden 42041|Where every day a different flower grew, 42041|And we had won 42041|The only paradise and flower, 42041|And this garden in wonderland 42041|Was all we needed, that is true.... 42041|The flowers we put in our garden 42041|They fade, they fall, 42041|Like silver drops from some fallen star, 42041|Or, like the breath of all things green, 42041|A touch of warmth, a touch of scent.... 42041|This garden in wonderland, 42041|A wonder place for you. 42041|I know a lonely lover 42041|Who walks his lonely way, 42041|And listens for a footfall on the snow: 42041|"I wait," he says, "in hope there will be 42041|Some footprints in my sleeping-place, 42041|Some sound, some sign, some footfall, 42041|To bring my love awake to see me." 42041|Then comes one in the twilight, 42041|His feet are white with frost, 42041|"Come in the morning, love," he says, "I wait; 42041|And though you've walked a mile or more, 42041|The frost will stay in your dreaming eyes." 42041|O who would be so brave 42041|As come and walk a mile 42041|With love and sleep at night, 42041|And walk it bravely with me? 42041|O who would be so brave 42041|As go and walk one mile 42041|With hope and sleep at night, 42041|And walk it bravely with me? 42041|O who would go a mile 42041|With love and sleep at night, 42041|With hope and sleep at night, 42041|To walk it bravely with me? 42041|The star-dew fell on me, the wind-chimes in the hedgerows, 42041|And all the leaves were heavy with dew. 42041|The river, like an eagle of gold, 42041|Came soaring through the shadowy glades, 42041|And the white moon rose above me, 42041|The gold moon rose above my head. 42041|The star-dew fell on me, the wind-chimes in the hedgerows,-- 42041|And once, with eyes of burning fire, 42041|One night I saw a star upon a tree, 42041|And then the moon was golden-rimmed; 42041|And one time fluttering bird I heard 42041|Come up the path with rapture singing. 42041|The light of life was in his eyes, 42041|His lips were red with love for me. 42041|But now, with all his dark, uncaring ways, 42041|And with no music in his breath 42041|Save silence from the trees beyond, 42041|I know not yet if he is right, 42041|Or is asleep who may ======================================== SAMPLE 21390 ======================================== 1166|I heard no song in all the land of Nod, 1166|No song in all the dawn of my soul; 1166|Only the rush of streams in some far land, 1166|And the blue sky and the flowers that we knew. 1166|I heard the sea! I heard the sea! 1166|How should I live that I did not hear 1166|The sea, the sea, the sea? -- Oh, so one 1166|With me should hear the sea's loud laugh 1166|And see the shore of memory break! 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched a man on the moon. 1166|We watched a great, white moon, 1166|And a little, gray moon in the skies, 1166|And we said, "The moon is white. 1166|"The moon is white, white moon. 1166|The moon goes shining by. 1166|"She's a great lady like a queen in a robe of green -- 1166|She has a hundred silvered robes upon her." 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched a man on the sea-side. 1166|We watched a man on the shores 1166|And the sea-weed waving in his place! 1166|We said, "The sea has changed his garb." 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched a man on the beach. 1166|We watched a man on the sands. 1166|We watched a man on the shores 1166|And the sea-grass waving in his place 1166|And he said, "I have changed his robe." 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched a man on the sea-side. 1166|We watched a man on the sands. 1166|We watched a man on the shores. 1166|We watched a man on the sea-side. 1166|We watched a man on the sands. 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched a man on the seas. 1166|We watched a man on the sands. 1166|The moon is white in the sky, 1166|The sea hath changed his robe. 1166|Oh, we are not far from shore -- 1166|Our eyes are open yet. 1166|We watch him there alone, 1166|The lonely, wan white man, 1166|We watch him. We do not know 1166|The sea hath changed his robe. 1166|We know that there is a world, 1166|We know the sea hath changed his robe, 1166|And that his life hath gone astray, 1166|And he comes not back again, 1166|We know it all too well. 1166|The moon is white on the sea, 1166|The sea hath changed his robe. 1166|The sea-streams murmur, 1166|The stars grow dimmer, 1166|The wind is wailing, 1166|The blue water 1166|Is drifting, 1166|It is drifting, 1166|It is drifting, 1166|It is drifting, 1166|It is drifting. 1166|The earth was white -- the sea-mew 1166|Was the only one of the three. 1166|The wind was wailing. 1166|We watched him there alone. 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We watched him as he crossed the sea. 1166|We kept his flight as the sun went down; 1166|And still, alone, 1166|We lay 1166|And watched the sea-mew 1166|As it glided 1166|Through the blue heaven to the land of dreams. 1166|In a great hall of bronze 1166|Ten great emperors sat, 1166|And there they reigned through all the world 1166|A hundred years, 1166|Until the great grey Death 1166|Came walking down. 1166|Then they laid the kings in state 1166|And made themselves kings once more, 1166|And then they summoned him 1166|To take command of all their realm ======================================== SAMPLE 21400 ======================================== 24108|When we had made it clear, 24108|They did go off to sleep, 24108|With a big pink hand each one, 24108|And a kiss on both cheeks. 24108|It's no use to talk now-- 24108|You'll never understand. 24108|I've had my dream again. 24108|It's not so bad as last time, 24108|I know it's all a sham; 24108|I was out jogging and thinking 24108|All the way it was. 24108|I wish I'd gone in before, 24108|If to keep away from that, 24108|I'd have got away. 24108|I know my wife is going 24108|Into a great deep sleep; 24108|She loves a good hard kick 24108|And I'm getting old and tanned. 24108|Oh, it's all so very bad, 24108|But it's very fun to think 24108|Of the places where we've been; 24108|Of the friends we've made; 24108|Of our adventures; 24108|And then to go, you know, 24108|To some of the places we knew! 24108|To the hills our little dogs went, 24108|And we heard them snore and groan, 24108|And I think they were too weak 24108|To romp about all day. 24108|Then we took a sharp stick 24108|And smote them till they'd gone, 24108|Till they started to cry 24108|When a sharp stick smote them. 24108|We got a big stick then, 24108|And then--what's this? Don't think it? 24108|My husband was not home. 24108|One of my daughters 24108|Went up to play 24108|On the little river bank, 24108|And there the big river flowed 24108|And they heard her whistle, too-- 24108|Well, I knew I was going. 24108|It may be that the world was lying, 24108|And we saw the world's eyes glisten 24108|And we smiled as from beneath 24108|That light that we could not see; 24108|But the world was so light and sweet 24108|That the smile was not fled. 24108|And then it fell--it fell, 24108|And it was dark and heavy still 24108|And a big cloud came and swept 24108|The world to us in its flight; 24108|And it swept into the dark 24108|And bore us all away. 24108|The earth that was born with arms did stand, 24108|And it bore us bravely on. 24108|The waves that flowed on the ocean side, 24108|Drew and shook you as they ran. 24108|But the waves and the earth that did hold 24108|You were carried down the wave; 24108|And we heard the sea-bird's song, 24108|And we loved the waves and the sky 24108|We knew when it was clear. 24108|But the earth we loved so dear 24108|Saw us with the earth she bore, 24108|And the clouds with clouds of rain 24108|Were borne and now are naught. 24108|The earth that was born with arms did stand, 24108|And it bore you bravely on. 24108|When I go to the woods we'll walk together, 24108|We'll be alone as there are none to tell us, 24108|No friend nor rival we shall need, 24108|My thoughts are so deeply wedded to you, 24108|My love is as real as your love for me; 24108|And so when we are alone we are so holy, 24108|My heart will never speak of me to you. 24108|When I go to the woods we'll walk together, 24108|We'll be alone as there are none to tell us, 24108|No friend nor rival, and our thoughts are so 24108|Uncomplacent and so utterly free 24108|Their way, their joy, their rapture, you will never know, 24108|And never seek the things that once you've heard 24108|In the years when you were growing old and gray. 24108|But we'll go for a walk in the sun, 24108|And it will be full of memories ======================================== SAMPLE 21410 ======================================== 8187|From the maudlin, haunted land that lies 8187|Where the white and fairy mists are flown, 8187|To where, at length, there sinks the light of day, 8187|In many a glimmer down a misty height, 8187|And echoes from this island's olden shore, 8187|With the night-bird's melancholy cry. 8187|From the moorland's dim and maddening breath, 8187|And from the heart's discordant music, come 8187|Thick and more thick, the long, wiry locks 8187|That come--like a great serpent's coil-- 8187|Where there is never an ebb or flow. 8187|Like a sea-fog, the forest's lightest breath, 8187|And round about him is hung, as round 8187|The tangled shadows that his own grace, 8187|Has painted in his own lovely tree. 8187|No living creature to the heart of him 8187|So sweetly sounds as doth this gray old sprite; 8187|And he, the "old man of the forest," has 8187|No sound in his proper way of speech _his_ own. 8187|He speaks as if he ne'er heard or could hear 8187|The music of the birds within his bark. 8187|He is _like_ the tree-nymphs; and if he sings 8187|At random, as he ever will, 8187|Or when, in the woods, a lonely bird 8187|Has sung him from the dawn, let him be there. 8187|There's a sweet-sou'd lady here, 8187|Who, with a fair, sunny face, 8187|Will help a fellow-feeling friend 8187|To be as brave a man as thine! 8187|For, when her smile is on thy brow, 8187|And thy smile is on her brow, 8187|Thou shalt have mirth for evermore, 8187|And mirth and mirth for evermore. 8187|Let thine be noblest hearts and best 8187|Live for their pleasure and our own: 8187|For, tho' our hearts in turn may beat 8187|And ours still turn away, not heeding, 8187|We, who love and still love thee, like the stars. 8187|I have heard a very pretty bird, 8187|Who cried, "Be silent! tell me why, 8187|"That I have never closed his eyes, 8187|"But always now now are as blue! 8187|"And now he's been to the tavern, 8187|"And I still see him at the trees; 8187|"Yet still I sit and cry, 'Be silent, tell me why!' 8187|"Oh, listen, listen, little bird, 8187|"And tell me the reason why, 8187|"I should lie down, quite quiet, 8187|"Nor try to tell my sorrow 8187|"Till evening--I mean 'till morning!" 8187|Then if thou canst, tell me, bird, 8187|What is the first thing a bird 8187|Hast on the wind that it brings to us, 8187|Which makes us cry out all the while? 8187|Little birds that call, that cry, 8187|If you'd tell us "the reason" why, 8187|Tell us, I would--it would make 8187|My sorrows twice as bright. 8187|Oh, little things that are young, 8187|So very innocent of sin, 8187|Are very hard to let go, 8187|And yet, so innocent, can make 8187|My troubled heart so sad and wan. 8187|Oh, many little things-- 8187|Yes, 'boon as many-- 8187|That make the heart so sad, 8187|And turn a night to day. 8187|Some of them are so young and sweet, 8187|So innocent of sin, 8187|That we beg they may remain 8187|With us all the summer long. 8187|There lived a little girl, 8187|And she had a little son, 8187|So pretty, so wondrous young; 8187|And when he was grown to man's estate 8187|He loved to roam, so pretty, so wild ======================================== SAMPLE 21420 ======================================== 1004|Whereon I moved my hand against the cross, 1004|So that the cross-bow had to bend again. 1004|After that all who came to view the duel 1004|Between the living and the dead, had feared 1004|That victory had to be neither ours, 1004|For we who were least in power were foremost. 1004|When our lack of booty prov'd complete 1004|The fashion, that the world must have our coats, 1004|Minos, the traitor, turned aside his face 1004|The eyes that light the world and that of others 1004|So that his people might not think us treacherous. 1004|He had our arms and helmets, and was near, 1004|So that he could not see us through the palms 1004|Or under of the nose, nor we their troops. 1004|Minos, he cried: "Remember thou thy place, 1004|That rich man's daughter, who with womb of gold 1004|Regained her nakedness by compulsion 1004|Of a lying man, who sought her out for price 1004|Mutilated and torn in twain the eyes. 1004|Thou hast thy ransom now; take not away 1004|Those robes which he cast down beneath the steps, 1004|For which the Pagan did not choke the life 1004|In thee and me for so much time as we 1004|In sitting there were extant at one time." 1004|As he his words had spoken, his spirit turned 1004|From his original hold on the supermundane, 1004|And downward bent, and with increase sight-finding, 1004|Until he stood beside the youthful dame; 1004|Then through the naked arms and legs downward 1004|He brought her, and she drew the lady's robe 1004|So that her nakedness made him very angry. 1004|"O why shouldst thou do this? Is it for thee 1004|Or other that thy portion is to sit there? 1004|Or are thy lips elsewhere vacant, and thus 1004|Ceaselessly doth thirst vex thee through the robe?" 1004|She was reclining: "Both unto one and other. 1004|Neither the flesh, nor e'en the lady's eyes 1004|Should themselves have stripp'd off, had not my hands 1004|With fire embracing and kindled them so, 1004|That they outshine forth the common will of things." 1004|"That will of things," said I, "that engenders 1004|This lamentable war, you know full well; 1004|But know, who fully comprehends the cause, 1004|Will perfectly know you, so as thou shalt ask." 1004|Meanwhile our route was to us straightway changed; 1004|We drove no longer way of either hill, 1004|But with a step fell away beneath the floor 1004|Of that intermediate space, and made signs 1004|Of less and of more importance, as did seem 1004|The state of the soul at that mode of going. 1004|We came beside an ancient wicket whereat 1004|One wall down faced, another opened on either side. 1004|"Take heed," said I, "thou do not over-reach 1004|This swelling of thine eyes, thy members leaning 1004|Against this margin, seeking for the rue, 1004|As if seeking for the fruit of the eternal roses." 1004|"O brother!" said he, "who thy footsteps dost keep, 1004|Look now if 't is thou I hear, and not the vale 1004|That makes such opening gives thee passage to enter. 1004|If it be thou, enter; if not, keep thine eyes 1004|Fixed upon the circle going before thee, 1004|Beyond the reach of trodden shadows, and then 1004|If on the further side, and it not closer, 1004|Return it is no great matter how; 1004|Take heed therefore to thy self, and make no break." 1004|Then I, more eager, and his bidding satisfied, 1004|My standing order set forth, and my eyes 1004|Freed from the cumberous VRISA, sought a stile 1004|That on the furthest part of the vale was made; 1004|There, as before, I saw the spectral phantom marching, 1004|But less, ======================================== SAMPLE 21430 ======================================== 17393|That is my own, my mother's. 17393|The day that you come, it was a day for me-- 17393|A great, great day; not the same, of course, for you. 17393|But you--you do not see me any more: 17393|You have been, you know, sent off to war. 17393|Your mother, too, she can't go out. 17393|It was to have something you could see-- 17393|You, looking at me, that's quite certain. 17393|You went--how can I tell you?--out of your head, 17393|Into other heads! There is no doubt 17393|About it! well--she found--I'll not lie to you-- 17393|Out of what? out of God's head. 17393|You see the things she has read! 17393|To whom, you say that,--to what? to what? 17393|The things God thinks of!--to what? to what? 17393|You see this man in me, I think, there--now? 17393|I don't know what I was, 17393|He was very much like you. 17393|But I--what the devil! what the devil!-- 17393|I--what the devil at your age, anyway? 17393|Well, I believe you; you don't! 17393|_She sighs._ 17393|Ah, my dear, though he is God, 17393|When your eyes have caught him, the devil, 17393|His blood upon his shirt, for all I know 17393|You may come, and then begin to walk. 17393|Nay--would as anything! 17393|You love me, love me--and we never should-- 17393|I could not bear being seen to weep, 17393|Yet I did weep, at first, that I lied. 17393|O, that was a long time ago, 17393|In the year in which it is now; 17393|But all I ever can say is, 17393|In the years that are before me. 17393|Now, there's something comes with the moon, 17393|That I cannot quite recall the date: 17393|I cannot call it date, when we know 17393|The moon has been a whole year late, 17393|But I remember that she sometimes 17393|Will stop, I fancy, in her course 17393|Not very far beyond our station, 17393|And she will bring, instead of flowers, 17393|Just a single rose to bloom outside 17393|And I will not complain, for dear-- 17393|I have, as you may perceive, 17393|A small and quite a crumpled rose. 17393|But to the chagrin of gardeners 17393|(Who frown while they carve up the trunk), 17393|I, at any rate, am sure they frown 17393|Too for not being neatly cut: 17393|And this is why, at half the time 17393|I've seen in my eighteen years 17393|I've waited but for one of these. 17393|If, then, on your life you were not here, 17393|Had you not come, and made me tear 17393|And mangle as I was about 17393|To try this strange, strange rose to death, 17393|I might have kept it up too long, 17393|Though you are gone, and may have died. 17393|You know I do not live at ease, 17393|But keep a little out of sight 17393|To do my best and best to please, 17393|And let Nature, sometimes, take her way. 17393|And even if I am wrong or blunder, 17393|There's nothing in the circumstances 17393|To make me anything but right. 17393|And I can prove it!--And how can I? 17393|This thing that I can't put down. 17393|Perhaps you will not seem to care 17393|About what I've to say, or what 17393|You are about to say to me. 17393|You are not here to make a show, 17393|You do not want a little fun. 17393|I know this, that you don't want to. 17393|You are not here to hurt me so, 17393|Nor I to hurt you. ======================================== SAMPLE 21440 ======================================== 1304|Which is the sun--if you look in the right place at the right time. 1304|Lass, lass, the cat's in the cupboard, 1304|Kit, kit, the cow's a-cow-ing, 1304|I'll bet ten guineas that she is a-running for water. 1304|Lass, lad, the dog's in the cupboard, 1304|Kit, kit, the cat's in the cupboard, 1304|I'll bet five guineas that she is a-going for milk. 1304|Lass, lad, the dog's milk gone? 1304|I'll give you gold to have it, 1304|If you'll tell me what it is,' 1304|'I'll give you gold for a dish of bread, 1304|If you'll tell me what it is,' 1304|'I'll give you gold for a dish of cheese, 1304|If you'll tell me what it is,' 1304|'I'll give you gold for my pretty red cap, 1304|If you'll tell me what it is,' 1304|'I'll give you gold for a song and a dance, 1304|If you'll tell me what it is,' 1304|He gave me a guinea; I took it. 1304|I bought a dish of bread, 1304|I bought a song and a dance; 1304|I don't know what to do, I'm very sad, 1304|I'm very sad, very sad. 1304|I wish that I had a golden ring, 1304|I wish that I had a gown of diamond-dust, 1304|(For it was in the market-place). 1304|I wish that I had a coat of embroidery, 1304|I wish that I had a bow and arrow. 1304|I wish I had a silver bar, 1304|I wish that I had gold in great plenteousness; 1304|My purse would empty in few days hence, 1304|My thoughts would be too lively to be heard by the day. 1304|I wish that I had a lute, 1304|I wish that I had wine for my wine I sipp'd, 1304|I wish that I had a ring, 1304|I wish that I had a gown of diamond-dust, 1304|(For I sate in the market-place) 1304|I wish that I sate in the market-place; 1304|The weather was dreadful to the sky, 1304|And the rain came down like rain; 1304|There was thunder in the sky, 1304|And storm on every wavering beam. 1304|There was never a bird in all the woods; 1304|The bushes were awf'ly deaf; 1304|The lightning struck each tree 1304|In its mute agéd way, 1304|And a flash, and then--the dark was gone. 1304|By the time the day was dry, 1304|The wild bees had fledged the mead; 1304|The wood-worm was asleep, 1304|But not the Wood-Brine--so kind it is!-- 1304|The sweetest still that ever was seen. 1304|The wan moon slowly sinks, 1304|And the trees are green in the midst: 1304|The wild bee and woods are gay, 1304|And I would that I were of both! 1304|THE wind has a tongue of gold, 1304|And a merry heart; 1304|He sings with a merry leal 1304|The things that were; 1304|And what else may be 1304|He sings with a merry hoary, 1304|When the summer sun, 1304|That shone and thrilled 1304|About him, like some haunted fire, 1304|And sang through airy chords, 1304|Shone through the clouds. 1304|He sang of love and wooing, 1304|Of love and long bliss; 1304|O that was sweeter than the song 1304|Of lovers in their youth! 1304|He sung of love and wooing 1304|A little while, 1304|And lost his merry dancing-tone, 1304|At last, in sorrowing; 1304|But when he was singing no more, 1304|His song fell short 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 21450 ======================================== 22382|to an earlier writer. But I cannot find any extant 22382|to a later writer. If they are authentic, as the best 22382|historians suppose, it is at least one of the best poems in 22382|Greek literature, and therefore of no less value than the 22382|other extant in the time of Christ. The poem appears 22382|in the fifth edition.] 22382|I have already told that the original text was written in a 22382|little more than a season from the time of the famous battle of 22382|which the Phrygian war-parties were led by Philoctetes, son 22382|of Agenor of Cnossus. His mother was Thessalia, daughter of 22382|Andromache of Tricca, King of the Sicilians.] 22382|with these words:-- 22382|He was the daughter of the King Calchas, and she bore him the great 22382|daughter of king Alcanor of Sicily. In his poem on this ancient 22382|The poem is divided into two parts--the Eclogoupè and the 22382|chapters on the Eclogoupè. The latter, though much later in 22382|existence, has been edited out, and is now without reference in 22382|translated in prose by Charles Soutree from a single Greek by the 22382|and Eumenides--as the language of the ancients is not now understood. 22382|The Eclogoupè, or Lore in its strictest sense, is a collection of 22382|appearances of the gods; and they are frequently compared 22382|to the astrolabes. See, for example, Cottrell's Essay, p. 37, and 22382|Hessel (Life of Plutarch, vol. i. p. 877), places the Eclogoupè 22382|probably in the time of King Idomeneus, during the reign of Priam among 22382|called a "lippost" in Sicily. But it has not been hitherto 22382|been considered as established unless it has been accepted as 22382|well by some historian. 22382|The first extant edition was published in Germany in 1794 by 22382|the Rev. W. G. Hessel. He is principally known for the 22382|translation of the "Life and Longevity of the Roman Empire and of 22382|the State." He also had a treatise on the art of poetry, the 22382|The earliest printed version appeared in Germany in 1794. 22382|The first two books in the series were published in England in 22382|England was published in 1804. The last, the second part, is only 22382|to this edition. 22382|There is a second part, The Book of Poetry, in the German, an 22382|in-depth investigation of the history of German literature. 22382|German poetry, with an account of its numerous writers, has been 22382|of German writers in the ancient and medieval ages. 22382|It is important to note that the revival of it in England at 22382|the beginning of the last century produced an international 22382|enlightenment was in part stimulated and at in large by the 22382|The revival and full flowering of this national and national 22382|enriched it. 22382|For example, Henry Fairhair, a noted German poet, flourished 22382|theodor. A number of German poets--Humburg, Hinwasser Lande, 22382|The revival of these popular national and nationalistic 22382|poets and writers, moreover, was in part stimulated and in 22382|engaged in a period of political struggle waged against the 22382|The decline of the old order in England has at once been the 22382|The revival of national feeling, not least among them, is 22382|German social and political thought in this century. And the 22382|institutional reforms and the establishment of greater 22382|democracy and the elimination of despotism in despotism. 22382|The rise of democracy in this century has been mainly due to 22382|the social reforms and the establishment of greater democracy 22382|in Germany has been partly stimulated and in part 22382|engaged in a period of political struggle waged against 22382|the old social order and its institutions. 22382|Among the changes in German political thought and the mode of 22382|representative institutions in Germany of the middle of the last century 22382 ======================================== SAMPLE 21460 ======================================== 1004|And I, who had the semblance of a person 1004|In fashion, when it suits and when it fits, 1004|I called him; and by names that have not many 1004|Fitting, but that well-marked fame is of use. 1004|His were the lids that, turning in a wink, 1004|Looked after the rising of the early sun, 1004|And from them, looking down, beheld the room, 1004|With lights in it and their wings shading it, 1004|As if they from above had withdrawn them; 1004|Then I beheld myself, not moved or sad, 1004|But very wroth, by this new appellation. 1004|I seemed to feel that this myself I was, 1004|And turned about with fury against the choir, 1004|As soon as I had put new names in mouth. 1004|Not without discourse then did they continue 1004|With such exceeding long discourse against me, 1004|Concerning me and my writings, till their 1004|Great grief increased, and made their griefs less; 1004|Then all of them together broke off, and went 1004|Both wild and mad with anger, and in tears 1004|Ceased entreating from those holy virgins. 1004|On their arrival, after joyous gestures, 1004|With weeping eyes they followed them where they 1004|Stood in the forest, hunger-pale and faint. 1004|They welcomed them with holy welcome, and 1004|Took them into their cell, and set them down 1004|On seats of marble white, where never snow 1004|Lies, when it sets in Field or Pannacalon. 1004|The head without the cowl was crowned with gold, 1004|Singing most sweetly 'Miserere' 1004|And 'Purge, and in the streets be peace.' 1004|The rump was all of chrysolite made, 1004|And in its breast, through which the juice issued, 1004|There dwelt a spirit that was turning golden 1004|And living like a man without a shamm 1004|Who thirsts and cannot drink, but chills with thirst 1004|Because of hunger in him who does receive. 1004|His raiment was inlaid with gold and jasper, 1004|And 'Miserere' he sung before his breast. 1004|Weeping he said to them: 'Miserere, thou! 1004|Am I not well with thee? and all the while 1004|That mortal I am, doth the same breathing 1004|Prolong my length of days without ceasing, 1004|So that for thee I set no less the bar 1004|In speaking of my sweet self, and of thy, 1004|Than of the full half of a cup of gold. 1004|For whatsoever of my being thou beholdest, 1004|Be happy with it, and make merry with it. 1004|Truly I am not hard to please; and I 1004|Would that hard were, because I am moved 1004|To pleasure thee as much as myself delight. 1004|Truly if thou wouldst have thy wish realized 1004|On this side and on that, thou wouldst be farther 1004|From me on that than any other one, 1004|Both in and out of the city which thou art. 1004|O loving spirit! one day thou gavest me 1004|In a sweet and pleasant place a pledge of what 1004|Is promised me of great delight; 1004|But ere the sun had put it to the earth 1004|Which was promised me of what most thou lovest, 1004|Thou fell'st into grief for evermore. 1004|Ah, how much more I rejoice at hearing 1004|Of the things which by no grace 1004|Thou canst endure, and understandest them not! 1004|O gentle spirit! one gift most worth the sending 1004|Is yet left thee, so much it would delight me 1004|That one single tear 1004|To move thee to rejoice more deeply for it. 1004|Let not the sweetness of my language be profaned 1004|By any word, if I so spake truly. 1004|Ah, wherefore is it that thy lips speak only 1004|To one who ======================================== SAMPLE 21470 ======================================== 2619|The lily and the rose, 2619|Like them who make their bed above, 2619|Shall both come forth and thrive. 2619|The apple and apple tree, 2619|That bear the beautiful bough: 2619|Thoughts and dreams within their boughs, 2619|Like birds in rosy breast-- 2619|They shall come forth and flourish long 2619|As there shall be a light within. 2619|And when the flowers are dead, 2619|And earth has laid them down, 2619|They shall live on in honor's due 2619|And multiply by lots. 2619|The birds of the air shall sing 2619|A song to glad the dead; 2619|And all who mourn, when they shall hear, 2619|Shall oft forget their woe. 2619|Oh, many a dead face I see, 2619|Grown fair and wise and young; 2619|Though ye be buried with the rest, 2619|Ye never shall die! 2619|And I who saw the living sea 2619|As white as snow shall stand, 2619|When there cometh a mighty wind 2619|Waftes ye o'er the sea. 2619|The rose is dead, she tak's 2619|My heart as white and red. 2619|The lily's done its round, 2619|It dies, and I must die. 2619|The lily and the rose 2619|They both are withered sore, 2619|Yet not for lack of wick-- 2619|I'll think on them alane; 2619|They're two of the fairest things 2619|God sent to make us good; 2619|And though I were dead and old, I 2619|Would rather feel the pain. 2619|I want a tree-- 2619|I want a tree 2619|With a burning green, 2619|And a shining top, 2619|And a lovely top, 2619|And a light on it. 2619|A blazing top, 2619|And a burning top, 2619|And a light on it-- 2619|I'll think on them alane! 2619|A child will grow up 2619|As straight as his sire; 2619|And when he's a man 2619|No aged eyes 2619|Shall look upon him. 2619|A man will live 2619|As long as his teeth-- 2619|And when his teeth are gray, 2619|Shall laugh and be sad. 2619|But you're a tree, 2619|You'll never grow old, 2619|Nor have the will 2619|To withstand the frown 2619|Of unkindness; 2619|And you're sure to fail, 2619|I know as well as you: 2619|So, if you'll be a tree, 2619|I'll be a tree 2619|With a burning green, 2619|And a shining top, 2619|And a holy tree ... 2619|And a holy tree ... 2619|He died; and all Who mourned his fate 2619|Went weeping to the church. 2619|The angels spoke, and all were silent; 2619|The wisest among them said: 2619|"It is a sin to love the dead." 2619|And then, the angels said, "It is 2619|Loving the dead best: 2619|And thus we all who loved, 2619|Loved the dead best." 2619|I am the sun, 2619|Born in the sky, 2619|The golden fire 2619|That kindles and inspires; 2619|The mighty winds 2619|That sweep and beat 2619|My shadow on all shapes; 2619|The stars that peep 2619|From far away, 2619|And the vast firmament,-- 2619|The infinite earth 2619|That holds me bound. 2619|I am the wind-- 2619|Born from the earth, 2619|The flying seed; 2619|The growing tree; 2619|The tree-borne fruit; 2619|The golden bee, 2619|Filling all things with perfume, 2619|The bee that visits no one, 2619|And lives ======================================== SAMPLE 21480 ======================================== 17270|He'll no man want a childe; 17270|We'll heare that he hath a childe. 17270|Tho he hath a daughtere, 17270|She is a woman full fair 17270|Of manikins full fayre, 17270|She would no man want a childe. 17270|He is a valiant Duke, 17270|And of a galliant corage, 17270|Stonyke are his legs and thick, 17270|Yet hath he a myrtle stane 17270|To guard his eies, and be his stane. 17270|He hath a good yonge boye, 17270|He can doo no service, 17270|He hath a strong yong sonne, 17270|And a kist of mighty strength, 17270|Yet I speake of him nought, 17270|For he is nought than hee is worth, 17270|For he is a worthless childe. 17270|He is a brave Knight, 17270|That shall never be disdaynt, 17270|Yet he a good yong yoke 17270|Will give to his Lord and me; 17270|And it shall be a scarlet shield, 17270|And a long sharp sword that he shall haire, 17270|With a golden girdle and a golden gaberdine 17270|Of a gold saarye and a gold bridle. 17270|He shall not be a stranger there 17270|To be his servant while he there thrives: 17270|But a sonne at his coming in 17270|The Lord shall giue him a true love, 17270|And the sonne shall be his brother's keeper; 17270|And the Sonne shall be his souldier's keeper. 17270|Of an olde burke there he shall have 17270|An olde corage, where 17270|There a great chafed beame he shall have, 17270|With a gospe of holbes and of shewes, 17270|Fayre and best that hee can: 17270|There shall he sit a yonge yere, 17270|Till his time is come to daunce feyre. 17270|He shall be a brave knight, 17270|That neuer er this shall want, 17270|And a galliant corage of a hundred spearres. 17270|If he has been to warisont, and is a worthy man, 17270|He shall in honoure have a borrowd of brydge men, 17270|That shall serve his name and yeeld him borrowdie. 17270|The which I have counselled for his behove, 17270|He shall in every thing 17270|Be a friend of manie a kinsman, 17270|And a yonge yonge yong sonne his brother's keeper. 17270|He shall be a good lord of all his land, 17270|He shall be a yong sonne of the worthies three, 17270|And his childes shall be of beaute whyt three or more. 17270|But now with all my speede I wyll out to yare, 17270|For I haue to returne to my knighthood againe. 17270|Farewell all good nightingales, 17270|Fly where you will, no man can hear you: 17270|Yet my heart is comforted 17270|Kneeling at your shrine, and I am glad, 17270|The while that you doe me adieuise. 17270|I am glad, saue home in peace, 17270|I have no care to be confesse or to pay for your care; 17270|Now is the hour for being off, and in leisure 17270|To come and look after my goods, 17270|And set down some money to buy me a cawce of beefe 17270|Then shall I be of no care; 17270|And while we are dancing, I will please 17270|Our olde grandsire in his rimes, 17270|To wear his hirundine, and to sing ane or twice. 17270|Of all the ills of life, I little know 17270|The most miserable is the weighing of my life. 17270|I shall be dead before I come to this time ======================================== SAMPLE 21490 ======================================== 21003|Of a man the world could not understand." 21003|The words, with an earnest look he scanned. 21003|"But where, sir?"--"My book-rooms and my bower, 21003|Where the lovely ladies and the knight alike 21003|May all do all they please, when they please, as they please, 21003|And not be scolded or scurrilous--and yet-- 21003|For I'm one of them, as the old proverb says. 21003|"But the book-rooms, with their long white walls, 21003|Are not much to my liking, and they tell 21003|What a woman and her book have in store. 21003|There was something better suited me, I think, 21003|Than to read with a lady of the highest-- 21003|A woman with a perfect sense of decorum! 21003|"The bower, then, shall be no better suited 21003|By a woman's hand. I think a maid 21003|Is an inferior brute, that is to say; 21003|But at present I'll make sport, and I'll prove 21003|The woman--yes, lady, that I am-- 21003|The fairest thing God ever made!" 21003|With his own white hand 21003|He laid down the lute, and turned his face 21003|Unto the maids and all the ladies there, 21003|And spoke with a great solemnity 21003|Of the true meaning of his uttering. 21003|"I do not like to work. My heart would break 21003|To see those girls go back to supper. 21003|They're very kind; I love them all as much 21003|As a lover should! Why could I, then, leave 21003|The maids and garden, and not work? I-- 21003|I'd love with all my heart 21003|To give them what I've earned to them; I-- 21003|And so would you! But my heart will break 21003|If I do." 21003|With an earnest look she knelt down, too, 21003|And the words, with a great pride, he spake, 21003|And spoke, with a solemn sound of praise, 21003|And with a humble tone he spoke. 21003|"O! I am, Sir," 21003|Said he, "your very humble servant, 21003|Your very humble servant and--you." 21003|A pause of silence. 21003|The knight heard her, but his thoughts were caught 21003|By the light of her white eyes through their gloom, 21003|And the world was stilled, and the stars were bright. 21003|Then he went on, "I, Sir, I am your--, 21003|That is, you are--that I am. As you see, 21003|As you see, Sir, I am well disposed 21003|Against any scurrilous rumors 21003|That have been sent about my house this day. 21003|I think that, when I came to your bower, 21003|I came, in my own free will, to you. 21003|And as I now to your bower can go 21003|To do you grace--as I ought--at once, 21003|If you will have me, Sir, as your guest, 21003|Your house is my abode at present; 21003|And it is fitting and I love you 21003|Let me take this courtesy to Rome, 21003|Since as Bishop--as a native 21003|I love the Bishop, and if I have 21003|A duty to my country--to you, 21003|I owe it--I'm yours, Lord, for the same, 21003|And I think it fit my work to do: 21003|Since the people of the Roman people 21003|Are proud, and will hear what I say, 21003|Unless I fight the case with my speech, 21003|Without which you'd see me, from my place 21003|In your Bower, a mere fellow of the 21003|That's-not-you-, of the Bishop's Order." 21003|The tears stood at his eyes as the while 21003|He spoke; and his heart beat--like a breast 21003|Tied close in a blanket till it dries 21003|In an arm-stretch from the ======================================== SAMPLE 21500 ======================================== May he find you, dear! 36661|There is a song to-day 36661|I read with eager heart, 36661|To sing with rapture-beats; 36661|It is of your sweet maidenhood. 36661|But how to take your hand, 36661|To touch your lips so sweet, 36661|To taste what then you hold? 36661|The meaning is so small, 36661|She sees you do it not, 36661|And so she speaks, so kind. 36661|I would the song could say 36661|None knew of your love save me, 36661|Nor mine, nor mine alone; 36661|I would that I were sure 36661|That you and I were wed. 36661|If my sweet love she be 36661|That I have missed this day; 36661|You will have answered true 36661|Back there within the wood. 36661|How long ago I grew. 36661|How could I remember yet 36661|The golden years that were, 36661|Or the green leaves above 36661|The old and hidden ways? 36661|And the great birds were winging 36661|The winds that were their star, 36661|And all the forest green, 36661|Lifting, waving, flying. 36661|Ah, I was so young, so young; 36661|Ah, how could I forget 36661|The dear, strange days that were! 36661|A dream came to my ear, 36661|A bird it sang to me, 36661|And it sang of earth and sky, of the stars and of flowers, 36661|And the nightingale who sang 36661|To the daffodil and daisy that in my garden grew: 36661|It sang the song of the days of dream and waking dream. 36661|We wandered, we gazed, we listened, we listened; 36661|For the wind in the daffodil and daisy 36661|Had waked my love. 36661|Ah, I am so weary, ah, weary! 36661|For love I have found, ah, love I have found, 36661|In the daffodil and the daisy. 36661|And love's wings are heavy with rain, ah, heavy with rain; 36661|And he will miss him all night, ah, his own love will miss him; 36661|And his eyes are dim, and his lips are dry, ah, dry, dry; 36661|And the earth in the bottom is dry, ah, so dry. 36661|And it is so very weary, ah, weary, 36661|And weary now, and lonely, ah, lonely now; 36661|And the wind in the night-time--ah, how weary, ah, weary! 36661|How weary he is, to whom love has found the way. 36661|And they will not stay on earth, ah, it will not stay on earth, 36661|How weary he must be who loves but once a day. 36661|What shall I say of you, 36661|So fair, so white, 36661|So silent, silent, 36661|And all my heart 36661|And all my sight? 36661|Shall I say you are not mine? 36661|I would that you knew 36661|Just how I would be, dear! 36661|How little things 36661|Lend you that sweetness 36661|So radiant and rare! 36661|And what a dear 36661|And precious life 36661|You have led, 36661|And what a place 36661|For rest and room, 36661|And for the cloak 36661|And the mantle. 36661|It is not in your grace 36661|To make love so sweet; 36661|You cannot touch like him, 36661|When you have no strength 36661|To kiss all day; 36661|And yet I know 36661|You would kiss him 36661|If you had power. 36661|I am contented, 36661|Content all day; 36661|Only, my dear, only 36661|Can I be glad. 36661|I am contented, 36661|Content all day; 36661|Only, my dear, only 36661|Can I be glad. 36661|Ah, the way you went; 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 21510 ======================================== 14019|His spear he drew on high; upon the field 14019|His sword he cast, and the red shield beneath. 14019|Afar the Franks were musing: with them went 14019|King Charlemagne and the peer Marquis, knights 14019|Of Paris and of Orléans lineage. 14019|The Franks were now in that field of war; 14019|To the great gate the knights went forth to meet 14019|The foe. Nor stayed the king until he found 14019|The gate-guard there; but soon he rode in state, 14019|With harness on, his steed upon the stirrup, 14019|And on each brow a wreath of laurel-leaves. 14019|Ascanius, the Emperor, by him led, 14019|And the three earls of Paris came in turn. 14019|Afield, the Franks his noble chivalry 14019|Forthwith had to the King the honour due. 14019|Himself was second to the seat divine; 14019|Of France no less it was his realm; for that, 14019|But first, was the Emperor held by him, 14019|As he held all else which in his realm encreased. 14019|To the Emperor Charlemagne then turned his pace, 14019|To whom the Emperor spake, that his realm had sought; 14019|"Sire, my nephew in all other things renowned, 14019|Of all the grandest lords you ever bore, 14019|Of whom the highest titles are known of all, 14019|Whatso befits to speak, as of Charlemagne 14019|My sire, e'en so I to thee shalt vouchsafe 14019|To speak the deeds, which late I to thee brought forth." 14019|"Now may my word," said Charlemagne, "adieu, 14019|May to your liege the Emperor haply love. 14019|On every side his wrath for your breach is simmer; 14019|Your people have ye with zeal inflamed, 14019|As your own Franks of old ye had with force. 14019|May God be thou their leader! No man can say 14019|Firm faith hath he in you, I or I have none. 14019|May He be found untrue, who, now at length, 14019|His covenant and bond of fealty does break; 14019|And the good King of France, whom you held dear, 14019|Be the occasion now of great offence! 14019|May He be found untrue, who for your sake, 14019|On his son and brother's death, did not fight: 14019|And He alone can guard us, when again, 14019|You in your wrath and hate to us have slain. 14019|Oft have I heard, through France, your Franks implore 14019|That you would grant them power to fight and slew. 14019|Oft have I heard that, under such flag, 14019|Your son was slain; and my grief at heart 14019|Ofttimes has driven me to great distress, 14019|That my sire, and I, are thus disgraced, 14019|By your cruelty and war, in such fashion. 14019|My sire is but a simple peasantess, 14019|Poor, yet of the best that the land can give; 14019|The lance he took and the lance he drew, 14019|A baron of your father, is no worse; 14019|To his youth I have sworn, and to the day 14019|Since then, of your wrath I had no part. 14019|But my son, of your hate I dare not speak, 14019|Who is all for you and for your evil deeds. 14019|As if through the world his life he had ta'en: 14019|He shall to France have his due, in sooth, 14019|With the power that our realm has granted him. 14019|And I pray you from all realms to stay here, 14019|If ever with France he was to vie; 14019|Till then, to the great King of France stay here: 14019|Till then, I bid you, with your grace and power, 14019|Let us here at last have our true speech. 14019|May they stay here, as long and as long 14019|As the Franks have life in their veins, my lords." ======================================== SAMPLE 21520 ======================================== 7394|He saw the mighty work in God and man, 7394|The power, the love, and the love in him, 7394|And a new hope, too strong to be told. 7394|He heard the ringing of the bells in the city; 7394|His heart was glad of the chimes, though it seemed 7394|As though from the heavens a voice had passed: 7394|His spirit grew in a new-born bliss, 7394|Beneath the chime of his own old bells. 7394|It is in the heart, sweet woman-heart, that we learn our 7394|best-- 7394|We know no joys like those that we have known at earliest semesters of 7394|This is the end of this old world--its mirth and mirth and its 7394|folly. Here we have gone all our climes so brave and gay together, 7394|The last time is the best once! 7394|The first time is but the first of all! 7394|A youth goes forth, and one is left behind to sing and to 7394|speak, 7394|And one alone is left to sing a last good-bye to that old 7394|world. 7394|A youth goes forth, and one is left behind to watch the stars 7394|go down; 7394|And one alone still remembers the last time has passed together, 7394|And sighs, "The first time, too, is best!" 7394|This is the end of all--the first, the best, 7394|The first time is the best when all times are-- 7394|When all times shall be! 7394|O sister! sister! wait awhile! 7394|To thy lips is laid 7394|A gift of the dead roses, the last, 7394|The flower that I loved. 7394|O, who shall the last time's victor be-- 7394|O, who 7394|Of all our joys shall live to have been 7394|The last in it? 7394|The night is far spent; I am dying 7394|Of the weariness and long hours past; 7394|To thy soul is given the crown that I 7394|Who am slain have left to thee; 7394|O sister! sister! wait awhile! 7394|This world to me is more sweet than death! 7394|I know not what has made thee wake 7394|But one day at the old temple's door, 7394|I found the last wreath on thy hair; 7394|O, thyself the flower of all these years 7394|Of life that we made thy own! 7394|We were both young, 7394|We went out, went down; 7394|Never was seen 7394|A lovelier crew 7394|Than in our gay 7394|Our city party-boat. 7394|Each friend and foe,-- 7394|We were young, we went out; 7394|We went up, we went down; 7394|Nothing was seen 7394|Above our head,-- 7394|But the bright beams 7394|Of the first star, 7394|Till we rounded Cape Wrath's fin. 7394|Now at last the wild waves batter and foam 7394|Upon our quest for life's fairest temptations, 7394|When we start to breathe our dying prayers 7394|In that calm and still calme which knows but him 7394|Who treads the wild waves of the Atlantic. 7394|O companion fair of the ocean wild, 7394|O bright, and only star, that was born in May, 7394|With thy pure silver shining through it all, 7394|And the blue of thy eye, 7394|Be the shine of thy star-like love for me, 7394|And I with thy balmy kiss to thy hand, 7394|Be thy cool, soft charm 7394|With my heart and soul 7394|Goddess, be thou my light, my star, my ray, 7394|My song, my joy, and my love like thee! 7394|I heard a thousand mingled murmurs, 7394|A thousand hearts beating, beating, 7394|Like the beating of an organ 7394|By some great lover's door. 7394|The voice of the dreamer, 7394|Who held in his heart the ======================================== SAMPLE 21530 ======================================== 2383|The King had it from her, and made him 2383|A gift to this lady, who had him 2383|Under the name of Gower, which he did 2383|With much pleasure, for, as he said, the King 2383|His daughter was, and to her his daughter. 2383|And he is called the Lord Beloved, 2383|And is the most fair of all knights of his 2383|That ever he did see; for he hath seen 2383|Such things of this truth which is the least. 2383|In every man, if not the King himself 2383|Have spoken thereof, there was a need thereof. 2383|The Lord Beloved, as well I ween, 2383|Taught her that he had seen some strange event. 2383|Then she went forth, and in her hand she took 2383|A scythe that shapeth headlong, and she struck 2383|A tree, and broke it over. Who would think 2383|Such thing? this tree was worth a field, and not 2383|But six or seven stalks of it were in it. 2383|That scythe was of wood, by nought else he marked, 2383|But as it fell from his hand as it passed, 2383|As he had struck it, the hand was in it, 2383|So there did lie the scythe. The Lord Beloved 2383|Spake unto her: "Fair Dame, this is a sign 2383|That God of you hath saved you thus, and saved 2383|You, that the scythe is of wood, and therefore 2383|I made it thereof, and made me a gift." 2383|The Lady Eve, that spake of yore, hearkenen. 2383|Thereafter Eve, the fairest maid of Elenor, 2383|Came up to him, she did rejoice his mind, 2383|And answered him in love and comfort saying: 2383|"To give it him would be a kindness, Sir, 2383|And in the world such are needful to a lover. 2383|And for the name of this tree were no great deed 2383|For him to do, nor he to give it to any." 2383|And he unto her answered saying: "I have seen 2383|That your tree bare fruit to men, fairer than white, 2383|That of the most high Prince in the midst thereof 2383|Was never aught of beauty, but it seemed 2383|Beauty of this kind, were in a fairer form. 2383|And such I made to be to him by me." 2383|And unto Eve, the fairest of all people, 2383|He gave this gift, to speak with him anon. 2383|And she spake unto him, and said, "How may 2383|It never be that I be seen unto him?" 2383|And said the Lord: "Whither shall he go, 2383|That I may give him food?" 2383|"And shall the same that I have given to him 2383|Be evermore with him for evermore?" 2383|Spake Eve: "I will not deny it, God so please!" 2383|"The end thereof are such sweet delight," 2383|Quoth the Lord: "that I might give him such 2383|Beauty of hand and speech, both of sight, 2383|And speech of hand, and of the heart." 2383|And the Lady Mary added: "I would 2383|That he wist of you, my husband, and his love 2383|For me is such, his will it is to do 2383|And to be his wife by me, and so 2383|That you both might be his, so let us go: 2383|Yea, let us go, for this day is nigh, 2383|And we have much to do, my lord of Lynn." 2383|And said the Lord: "I wish that you wold not go, 2383|But do this service day by day: 2383|And then will I reward you with a bride, 2383|If I should give it you for service." 2383|And forth he went into the garden 2383|Out of the garden in the green, 2383|Gathering the fruit and plucking the flowers, 2383|And, as he went ======================================== SAMPLE 21540 ======================================== 615|His hand or foot may slay, no more to speak 615|Than is the lash, yet to be heard at last. 615|He, if of courage impotent, might be 615|A murderer if he willed, or would strive 615|To fight, but, having conquered, can no more 615|Rouse the fierce spirit, which was wont to turn 615|To madness, and his courage would endure 615|More suffering and fatigue than the worst 615|That dames endure; so was his soul not stirred 615|By lust or hatred, when he in his wrath 615|Went with the king to seek his kindred dear, 615|As he that was possessed by evil fate. 615|That is to say, the monarch's heart was swayed, 615|When to the paladin Orlando came, 615|With those whom he left in Bajau, and those 615|Whom on the road by him the king had ta'en. 615|And on his way to visit them was hied, 615|A hundred miles from where Orlando was, 615|And took an ancient dame with him who bore 615|The herald's bridle and the herald's whet; 615|And took another, for her virtue rife, 615|Whom he to see and to discourse hath waned. 615|In this place he came, and thither brought the pair, 615|Whom first he chanced to meet and knew as brothers. 615|But when this monarch was aware thereof, 615|He did his brother-in-law with scorn pursue, 615|And sought in deed to be disguised; and said, 615|That he with all his weight of malice would; 615|(Saying) he was jealous, in which, my lord, 615|Orlando is a brother of his own; 615|And in that other brother he would share; 615|And that he in another life should die. 615|With words much, much envious, with scorn more, 615|He went in look that made Orlando faint: 615|He wished his brother not for death so white, 615|Nor ever heard he better plighted be; 615|But that his life should be with honor flown, 615|And that he in his brother's absence died. 615|When him Rinaldo knew, he said, 'twas well, 615|And to his goodly company would speed: 615|"If he such hope can have for joy of death, 615|Who can and dare to fight and perish all, 615|Without the dread of vengeance or of blame, 615|That he should die by sword, and not by spear? 615|For him let him the world asunder tear, 615|So he may perish by this spear of mine." 615|Himself, in answer, said his cousin, "So 615|In faith, that I, if he had but to die 615|This knight who here hath fought in the field, 615|Would deem it an end, I rather should 615|From him and all that troop be spared to strip." 615|So say the monarchs one another by, 615|And one another's praise as well they own. 615|Rinaldo and Orlando, they who were 615|In good resolve, within an hour they found, 615|To have their war with cruel, cruel deeds. 615|To do those evil warriors in good strain, 615|That other of the pair the king entreated, 615|And swore, in time, to do him all they knew. 615|"Of all my life," the cavalier he said, 615|"To be your knight, in time of martial strain, 615|I to you shall be faithful, and by you 615|I all my life shall have for lady dear. 615|"Behold me now, what to thee is grievous, 615|That thou canst not in time of trial stand, 615|Nor me defend, so far as need shall be, 615|I the great quarrel will attempt with you. 615|For by my hand, or by thyself, this day, 615|Haply thou mayest be the worse for me. 615|"Thy life, which with thy noble sire, and he 615|Shall ever in thy heart the bond renew, 615|Thy life shall henceforth be forfeit to me; 615|And by my life thou shalt be put to death. 615|Since thou wouldst not do what thou didst sue, 615|To do my mind what thou wouldst see ======================================== SAMPLE 21550 ======================================== 1746|With the air of a wind that hath passed out of tune 1746|With the wind of the day's dull tide 1746|From the clouds, that are not there; 1746|'Mid-air, among clouds, in clouds, 1746|Thou seest the starlit hills 1746|From thy roof's loftiest height; 1746|And on whose crest the stars look down 1746|On a land of their own 1746|Beyond the sound of the distant sea, 1746|Thy land and mine. 1746|For evermore thy clouds divide 1746|The dim and misty sky, 1746|The clouds of the north and the west, 1746|The thunder and snow, 1746|And the clouds of the east and the cold 1746|Under the blue. 1746|And the mountain-round thou rendest, 1746|And the valleys thou seest 1746|Are the homes of the happy, 1746|The homes of the proud and free. 1746|And the earth is thine and the sky above, 1746|And the homes of man and maid, 1746|And thou dost not care. 1746|For thy clouds are gone, gone, gone, 1746|And the mountains are hid 1746|In the dark of the north and the snow 1746|Where the long clouds roll. 1746|But thou art still, still, still, 1746|And the hills of his mind 1746|Are the hills that I trod by day 1746|With my foot when a boy, 1746|And the day is gone; 1746|And the hills are the homes of men 1746|Who have suffered wrong; 1746|And I know the hills will rise, 1746|And the valleys will fall 1746|Where thy cloud-rifts are set; 1746|But to me the hill and valley 1746|Are the same to the last; 1746|And if dreams and visions disappear, 1746|And the dreamer awake 1746|Hath conquered all by the age of fools 1746|Whom the earth has made free, 1746|And the dreamer hath the star; 1746|For I am the sun, the light, 1746|And I am the spirit-day, 1746|That walk by the way-side flame, 1746|Whose home is in the sun. 1746|I am the sun, the light, 1746|And I am the spirit-day, 1746|Whose home is in the sun. 1746|I am the spirit-day, 1746|And I am the hill; 1746|I speak by the day and night, 1746|And I cast by the day 1746|In a golden cloud. 1746|I'm with my brother, 1746|As far as I can go; 1746|I'm with the spirit-day, 1746|And now I am at rest! 1746|By the hill's side, 1746|By the cliff's side, 1746|By the ship on the sea, 1746|By the shore by the way, 1746|And the spirit-breeze 1746|Is gathering at my feet! 1746|How do you do, dear? 1746|Can you read and write? 1746|I'm very good, 1746|And your little book 1746|Can't do worse. 1746|I must have a book! 1746|I feel much better, 1746|For we're both so tired. 1746|Can you read and write? 1746|How do you live and die? 1746|When you've gone astray 1746|When you've gone from me, 1746|When I've thrown mine on the sea, 1746|What do you mean by that? 1746|Don't go astray! 1746|I say--when I am dead 1746|All will be right, 1746|All will be right again. 1746|When you've gone astray, 1746|All will be wrong, 1746|And I shall mourn as I did, 1746|Remember as I did. 1746|Did the dream come up at night? 1746|Did you hear the birds sing? 1746|And is our little boy gone? 1746|It's a foolish tale. 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 21560 ======================================== 3545|A man who had the art to tell a lady she was a woman. 3545|There's never a man I meet for much more than what I give him; 3545|If I love an object, I give it that when the sun or the weather 3545|Changes, he has a right to a change of his neighbours and friends. 3545|"But, if your face is such, you need not have been a soldier; 3545|And the world is so full of a thousand dukes and their courtesies, 3545|That where'er you are is your choice--you may go to that town." 3545|If our neighbours are pleased, all is pleased--when I'm vexed they are vexed, 3545|And that choice is a choice which no man should choose for himself. 3545|At a door he sat, and he looked at my book, 3545|And he looked at me, and he laughed at every line; 3545|"I am glad, my Lord," said he; "you look very smart; 3545|I should like nothing so much as to read to you! 3545|And I wish you had yet another copy, 3545|I'm sure that you would find the whole affair strange, 3545|And they wouldn't think it right to laugh at a stranger, 3545|When the one most in favour of marriage must be. 3545|'Tis too bad, my Lord, but 'tis a truth to be told; 3545|But a man's freedom it is just as free as his own. 3545|"I do so wish I could marry as much as I pleased, 3545|But a woman I must say is a very dull wench, 3545|And I never could think of my being a wife, 3545|The wife's just such an embarrassment, my Lord; 3545|And I cannot endure the woman's interfering, 3545|You must go and let them do what they please with the man." 3545|'Tis my wish that you go and let them do what they please with the man; 3545|It will vex you all your life--in short, my dear John; 3545|But of course, if it isn't allowed--'tis no harm. 3545|It is well for me that they would do what they please with the man, 3545|And I wish they'd take me too, as they did when my life 3545|Was so rudely cut off for want of a wife; 3545|But I really can't help wishing that you would see me, 3545|And my wish is a wish, but 'tis no more than my right. 3545|So I go, my dear, and I wish that you would look at me; 3545|And I really don't wish that you'd ever so much. 3545|"I would willingly have killed you," he said, 3545|"Had I thought you were a wicked fellow, I never should have died!" 3545|The man that I had married was the devil. 3545|There were four and twenty in his court-- 3545|The gallows that I gave him 3545|Was not for houses: 3545|If you'd have him hanged 3545|As soon should he beg the Devil 3545|For a deed of defiance.' 3545|Then back to Bruges he ran, 3545|To the King's Court 'neath the aegis of St. Jone: 3545|The day was clear, the sky was blue, 3545|He went for a visit to the devil. 3545|'Away! 'tis not at all the time, 3545|I'm at hand to take you away, 3545|I'm a man that was never given, 3545|And by way of compensation; 3545|For though I could have the estate, 3545|For one moment I would rather 3545|That I were a little child, 3545|That I might never want, nor feel, 3545|Nor even for one hour be lonely; 3545|I could always be my proper self, 3545|And yet I would rather live to sorrow, 3545|Than ever to want, and feel alone. 3545|I'd fain my griefs would fly, 3545|That I might join that other race, 3545|That I might in the true spirit find 3545|A calm and sweet repose at last; 3545|But I'm the ======================================== SAMPLE 21570 ======================================== 29574|To which I was note true, nor should have said, 29574|That I was in distress, my friends are wel, 29574|And for my good health, do me the grace, 29574|Since if that _Cupid_ does them beie call, 29574|They are not of _Cupid's_ count, I trust. 29574|My love, which now I see, doo me deign 29574|Your help in this; nor wish nor will deny 29574|To make me such as the stars can beare, 29574|And that they will, if you tell the truth. 29574|When you come to your true Love and you say, 29574|_Cupid_ doo cry, and doo pray for me 29574|To be content with you, and for to see 29574|The way she must go to her true love, 29574|She shall be glad, and that her tears begin 29574|Till she come home. So let her go her way, 29574|And if at that day she comes again, 29574|And _Cupid_ cry, she must at that day sing, 29574|And doo her say she haps to come again. 29574|So all men must cry, but not my mind, 29574|Of this love, my owne (and I must speak) 29574|Is all one reason why I should consent 29574|My head to bee allowed of the sunne, 29574|And I no more in that house do wish 29574|To see the sunne, then my head to bee 29574|Hearkening and hearing all that may appay: 29574|My mind is in that room all day content, 29574|And then so often all night long it rue. 29574|Now pray what is it, that doth me to move? 29574|My Love is a woman, that hath all other 29574|Things that might be deem'd too fair for me, 29574|But my true love is of the highest sort, 29574|For all things her eyes likewise doe admir, 29574|And then doth runne and taketh me for her owne: 29574|So doth she all day, and at the night, I see, 29574|And then she stayeth, as I stay'd, she doth so. 29574|What shall I doe, yet I will stand and see; 29574|I could not go, the sunne is out so long, 29574|Yet I would not, as I am wont to doe, 29574|For her eyes make such a piteous reproach, 29574|That she makes all men in my heart to bleed. 29574|O then, if she shall come, I am no more. 29574|_Phœbus_. Yet if one day she will come again, 29574|Then let her do so gladly, for she will not, 29574|But if one day she will not come to me, 29574|O she is false, that will let her owne her say. 29574|Then would I live but still, that for to see 29574|My Love come fayre, and be as now my foe. 29574|How can I live then when they lie in pain, 29574|Sorrowe (quoth _Phœbus_) so say I here. 29574|Then let them both lie here, and be as they were, 29574|Till I come with my _Sire_ with _Phœbe_ lou'd. 29574|So doth she say, and then in sorrow doth lie, 29574|And is as she was made by the _Sire_ then. 29574|What shall I doe then? if she, so farre lou'd, 29574|Wou'd come in againe, or woul not come againe. 29574|Then let her come in, and be as in sheoue 29574|As is my selfe before, for then I want not 29574|My selfe at least to make her well to loue. 29574|This is a piteous sight, to see a loue, 29574|And then for mine owne heart say the same thing. 29574|Then let her come in, that is full of woe, 29574|_Vesper_ of _Phœbe_, when you ======================================== SAMPLE 21580 ======================================== 30687|And through the world's endless gates we passed. 30687|Our eyes were weary and our lips were dry. 30687|The world--a dim and strange world we passed.... 30687|Then, with one voice--we went back. 30687|_Come back, my dear, back, and tell the tale, 30687|And put away the fumbler and the clod, 30687|That you are not what you seem to be._ 30687|"The God shall suffer pain."--_a child was born 30687|To him who made the heavens and the sea. 30687|The God shall suffer pain."--_a man is born 30687|To him who filled his heart with glory._ 30687|"The God shall suffer pain."--_a woman dies, 30687|And all men live but unto her._ 30687|"The God who suffers pain."--_the moon is cold, 30687|And the world lies open to the day-star's fall._ 30687|_Now the soul of the man, when a young man, 30687|Rises, and the world is filled with the thunder 30687|Of his fame, and his heart with the glory and power 30687|Of his coming_, _his name_, _his glory and power_. 30687|Who sits there with eyes on the stars that roll, 30687|And the dark night that follows, but is past? 30687|_This is the end, and the end of the tale._ 30687|_And the man with his great heart, who has made 30687|Of himself three days a night, and the stars 30687|That sway them._----_And the soul of the man, who has made 30687|His spirit his world, and the skies are his law_. 30687|The old black ship lies still at the end of the sea 30687|Like a lost ship at anchor, half afraid 30687|Of the sea that runs after, in search of home, 30687|And of life, but not of death. 30687|And there is the little boat, still as she lay, 30687|In the night at anchor, and lonely as she, 30687|Caught at her moorings by the tides, and still 30687|With its out-ward bound. 30687|For the storm shall blow it away, but his soul 30687|Shall drift ever forward, and his hand shall bring 30687|Into the storm the key of death. 30687|It may be the little boat is the last 30687|That shall float on the storm.... Let the tide, 30687|Whispering, be heard, as the little boat breaks. 30687|Let the storm be hushed; and the wind be hushed, 30687|And the black shadow of the ship go by 30687|Like the shadow of a thing unshackled.... 30687|There is not a sound like the sighing of stars 30687|Under the storm, in an empty heaven. 30687|There is not a thing that makes the storm less 30687|Then to stand there and watch the little boat 30687|Pass through the storm, with the long, lone light 30687|From the gray-green sky, like the last of ships 30687|When the night is over and the sail-lights blaze 30687|In the night. 30687|For the cold of the night-time breeds it dream: 30687|You may be walking in garden or road-- 30687|You may be walking in a city street-- 30687|You may be walking in a garden or road, 30687|Or you may be walking in a city street, 30687|And you hear the rain upon the window-pane. 30687|And there is a murmur that the wind is sad 30687|While the gray shadows of the old black ship 30687|Turn to gray before the storm. 30687|It may be that the ship is borne to its rest 30687|Within the depths of the night.... But he walks; 30687|And he hears the long, sad song of the wind, 30687|Whispering of a home that is far away. 30687|As a bird or a ghost that seems alone, 30687|When the soul is on one note, and the heart 30687|Is one with the soul, and all souls can love: 30687|So my spirit shall know sorrow and care, 30687|And the ways of earth, and ======================================== SAMPLE 21590 ======================================== 24334|To the sea and to the sky. 24334|To the sea for a little green boat, 24334|To the sky for a golden cloud, 24334|By all the hills that I know so well, 24334|I am flying from the sea. 24334|The sun is all afire, 24334|And the sky is hung with bars, 24334|And a cloud lies lightly by, 24334|Awaiting the breeze to blow. 24334|And I am dying, dying, 24334|To the ocean's empty halls; 24334|The long lazy shadows, black with dew, 24334|Have caught the languor of the day. 24334|The clouds have hid the sun 24334|In their gray curtains more 24334|Than I can reach with my ray to show 24334|The day that is dying. 24334|_In the morning, then, my soul_ 24334|_Was a-moorings in the sky!_ 24334|_Oh, it is hard to find_ 24334|_The sweet way home from school!_ 24334|_A bird's-eye view, my friend!_ 24334|_You can look in from the window, clear-- 24334|But, oh, my soul,_ 24334|_All you can see_ 24334|_Is the road from yesterday!_ 24334|_The school-house?_ No, it's far, 24334|Out on the hill, beyond 24334|The highway, with a row 24334|Of piny trees beside. 24334|_A row of piny trees_ 24334|_You may see from yonder row._ 24334|_One row is bare--one leaf 24334|Hangs in the sunny breeze-- 24334|But, oh, the rest they hide!_ 24334|_A row of piny trees!_ 24334|_A row of bare leaf._ 24334|_A row of piny trees!_ 24334|The road is crossed and worn: 24334|I'm weary and sick of fret, 24334|And my heart is very sick._ 24334|_Ah, weary and sick of fret!_ 24334|To the schoolhouse on the hill, 24334|With my feather-weighty oar 24334|And the white cloudlets above._ 24334|_Ah, sick of feather weight_ 24334|_I must cross the highway now._ 24334|To the schoolhouse on the hill, 24334|With my oar and white cloudlets, 24334|I will lighten my sail._ 24334|_To cross the highway now!_ 24334|To my oar and white cloudlets, 24334|_Ah, but when will it cease_? 24334|_Not when I sail from now on_ 24334|_To cross the highway now!_ 24334|_I must cross the highway now!_ 24334|There are clouds on every side, 24334|A wind blows wailing high; 24334|They whistle down the wind, I know, 24334|And it makes my oar ring. 24334|And the clouds make it all seem dim 24334|To the little oar I play; 24334|_Ah, but when will it cease_?_ 24334|_Not when I sail from now on_ 24334|_To cross the highway now!_ 24334|_I must cross it now, my friend_ 24334|_To my school--to my oar_! 24334|_Ah, but when will it cease_?_ 24334|_There are clouds on every side_ 24334|_I must sail _soon_ to be._ 24334|_To my oar and white cloudlets_ 24334|_I'll lighten my sail._ 24334|_Sail_! I have not sails to light, 24334|Nor oars that will not try! 24334|Oh, I'll fly--but only if 24334|I can breathe again, too!_ 24334|_I'd fly--only if I could breathe_ 24334|_No more--oh, no more--to be._ 24334|To school, and back again, if I 24334|Wish for a greater air; 24334|For if, at times, in my dreams, 24334|I do ======================================== SAMPLE 21600 ======================================== 1304|We have no more to say to one another; 1304|We have no more to weep and forgive;-- 1304|Oh, come ye all together! we beseech ye! 1304|We have no more to say to one another; 1304|We have no more to weep and forgive. 1304|We will laugh aloud, and sing amongst the trees; 1304|Let every knell be strung--let every bell ring 1304|"Arise and be merry, for the world is well!" 1304|WE are but poor, and fallow, 1304|We are but poor, 1304|We alone must crane, 1304|We alone must croak; 1304|We have no more to say, 1304|We have no more to sing, 1304|Oh, come ye all together! we beseech ye! 1304|We have no more to say, and we have no more to cry. 1304|THE sun grows less and less, day goes by, 1304|The rain sets whitelier still, 1304|And coldier the rime on lawn and hill-head grows, 1304|And still it is winter all about. 1304|Yet some are smiling in the cheerful light, 1304|And some are working in the hall, 1304|While some are knitting, knitting, knitting, 1304|And sewing, sewing, sewing. 1304|There is a little window near the street, 1304|And out of it goes brooding well: 1304|He cannot sleep in his own little bed; 1304|But he'll go into the quiet where, 1304|He has no need of sleep, not one bit! 1304|For, sure as the brooding is gone, 1304|Will be born, one day, rich with cream and flax. 1304|O, let me be a fool, till I am grey! 1304|But it will be ever the same boy, 1304|Who goes with his little jar of cream 1304|And his little quill of flax, 1304|And all day in the quiet of night 1304|Falls asleep upon his mother's knee. 1304|HE, with the roaring heart of a lion, 1304|And the tawny hide of a cat, 1304|He, with the shining eye of a hawk, 1304|And the long neck and the hooked crest -- 1304|All this is the great sea-swan, 1304|And he goes weaving in the net -- 1304|With his teeth and claws is he unco 1304|Making of little the great net! 1304|He, with the bill and feathers of a hen, 1304|Lies on the low bank and sleeps all night, 1304|And the moon keeps watch above. 1304|O, wake! for it is time for rising, 1304|Rise! for it is time for falling! 1304|The little sea-swan has taken flight: 1304|He has risen from the little sea. 1304|O Hark, for the ocean wakes, 1304|Rocks and hills in the misty east! 1304|And like a flock of sea-gulls flying 1304|The hills ahead all are red. 1304|Rise, rise, rise. 1304|O Hark, for the ocean wakes! 1304|Rise! for the sea has set her sea-watch! 1304|The little sea-swan has come down. 1304|SNAY, do you hear the song that rings 1304|Through the shaken boughs of the cherry tree? 1304|SNAY, do you hear it, 1304|Snyer than ever I heard it? 1304|Oh, snither! snayer! 1304|Oh, louder than ever I heard it! 1304|Oh, sweeter than ever I thought of it, 1304|SNAY, come near. 1304|SNAY, come near. 1304|LITTLE child, how wild thy limbs are grown; 1304|WHAT feet are these, how far gone are they? 1304|And whither wilt thou tarry to-day? 1304|Thither wilt thou tarry; 1304|SNAY, thy mother's voice 1304|Calls thee home again. 1304|HE stands among the golden leaves 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 21610 ======================================== 29700|Where the young grass grows white and green; 29700|There is nothing here that makes me fear; 29700|Only the wind and a gray-bearded man. 29700|"Wife!" said the old man, slowly, in a low voice. 29700|He wiped his beard, with many scars and long, 29700|And bowed and turned his back upon the tide. 29700|"He is my husband,--if that name again 29700|We taught the little children in our school, 29700|My dear, I think they would never care as much-- 29700|I would bring to you his image as he is. 29700|"Now the good old man is dead and gone 29700|And I live with his gray head on this stone; 29700|But the child that's by my side in the twilight, 29700|He'll be the children's father of the world. 29700|"And he was so happy, so happy, meek, 29700|And his child was very, very kind, 29700|And when he was grown to full manhood-- 29700|Oh, we did live together as one family, 29700|Sitting on the slope of the old church yard 29700|And watching the valley through its flowery veil. 29700|"But some years after, I knew a little lad 29700|That was not one of mine, but a boy's twin, 29700|The head, the curls, the eye, the little smile 29700|Of a young girl that I used to call a boy. 29700|"And so, when his life had come at last, 29700|He begged that I would bring him home to me, 29700|And I did, and my children came and saw 29700|What now I find impossible--the poor boy! 29700|He has lost the head, the curls, the eye, the kiss; 29700|And I never more can see my old sweet wife 29700|In the twilight, with her gray, rosy face. 29700|"Oh, I love that old man, and I miss him so," 29700|He said, "but my life is so lonely, and so drear, 29700|I can hardly see the girl with his gray head, 29700|And our house is so very lonely--I know 29700|When all the world is desolate, the heart 29700|Feels all the grief in its empty waste. 29700|"And though the woman that I loved is gone 29700|So long, so far, so long, it cannot heal 29700|My misery--the eyes are a shadow there, 29700|Like the old man's eyes, when my last face is nigh, 29700|And the girl's, when my own face meets her eyes." 29700|Away o'er the valley now the sunbeams rest, 29700|And gladden the little valley of Kankakee. 29700|The summer's coming, and well-springing waters make 29700|A garden there, a verdant meadow broad and fair, 29700|Where blooms of all blossoms in perfect order grow, 29700|And every fruit is on the bough. The green leaves swim 29700|Among the deeps, and sleep among their buds and leaves; 29700|Away down Kankakee the Creechan dances light, 29700|And all the valleys are in tune and happy. 29700|They sing, they smile. The happy valley sings, and laughs 29700|With all-absorbing glee the happy Creechan. 29700|And still they dance and sing, and round the circle swing 29700|Their white and white-capped heads. The sweet little girls 29700|Are happy with the happy, and the happy sing. 29700|Onward through the dewy green they lead the way, 29700|And softly, gently flowing from the valley fair, 29700|They make a beautiful, soft, and deep melodie. 29700|The pretty deer and white he-goats at their feet 29700|Lie dreaming, and from hollow rock to rock 29700|Are listening to the forest music rare. 29700|Ah! there are many a sweet and wonderful sound 29700|That comes from out the valley; but the sweetest still 29700|Is music coming from our own Lakota, 29700|And bringing with it its own native joys. 29700|He ======================================== SAMPLE 21620 ======================================== 1287|I have a little house, which once was my residence; 1287|But, in short, I only need a house-servant, 1287|To set it in order, and keep it warm; 1287|And a little thing like this, though of no account, 1287|Is proof of friendship and love, I'm afraid. 1287|Now, I'm come from the field, and I've got me a horse 1287|My mare, too, and a horse-tail cord that hangs at my door. 1287|So, on you, my little friend, may life be forever thrown; 1287|You are welcome this season to all that's gay; 1287|And as for me, I shall give to your sister a ring, 1287|(I hope she will give you a token of love). 1287|My wife, by the bye, is now a woman of state; 1287|And the girls now aspire to be judges in their way. 1287|A little talk in the street, a taste in the cup 1287|For a sweet draught together, and, with young men's wealth, 1287|The pair will have their way, you and I, I know; 1287|But there's a time to think, and a time to wait, 1287|Before the heart is so entangled with itself, 1287|We cannot but mix, ere the poison be dead. 1287|And you'll find it so, if you follow my story, 1287|And go to see the old church from the road I've told. 1287|The church that, you may trust, is of right, in my judgement, 1287|To keep the good name of its Christian founder, 1287|And, though we cannot tell the source whence it began, 1287|It stands the best, even though, in this world of noise, 1287|It does not yet make up for its lack of learning. 1287|But do not think that the people that enter these doors 1287|Are not full worthy of being so far advanced: 1287|All the young girls you meet from school, as always, 1287|And all of the old men, too, as always, 1287|Do like unto you, what you tell them to do,-- 1287|The thing to which you cling, as in friendship clingeth. 1287|But if I tell you, my friend, in words not too flattering, 1287|That, ere we meet, the old church, as I fancy, 1287|Gives to you the honour of being the first one 1287|To give to the old man in the aisle your hand; 1287|And if you go hence, the same place will return, 1287|When you come at the door, to bear the old man forth; 1287|And though I'm not able to hint to the young fellows, 1287|In time to come, the manner in which such honor is growing, 1287|If the grave old patriarch, the holy old Pastor, 1287|Can only look on, and see all that I know here, 1287|He'll find, not so much the result of his wisdom, 1287|As chance, and the goodness of your kind neighbors. 1287|O dear one, now that I gaze on your features, 1287|I'm envious no more, nor the sight of you sooth; 1287|For, in your place, by this sight, I am old and tired, 1287|And, though still the heart in me breaks for the child, 1287|Still, in the course of the year, the same darling grows, 1287|As, when the old man's gone, they the child forget. 1287|So much the closer I gaze on the features 1287|Of you, the more is my passion revealed. 1287|For, you are such a child, that, when you appear, 1287|I think the joy for which I have been longing 1287|To gaze upon your face so long has arrived, 1287|As, from the doorway, the children are forthwith seen, 1287|And the old man's departed body at last to them left. 1287|Then what joy to mark and witness the miracle, 1287|While the child is about to come in sight, 1287|And, when I see it return, the same dear creature, 1287|With the child, in its lap, in its arms, in its arms. 1287|Oh ======================================== SAMPLE 21630 ======================================== 1847|His last song, most beautiful and dear, 1847|Was sung, oh, not sung, but sung, to-day, 1847|On this verdant island in the sea! 1847|And all the birds upon the bough 1847|Stood in the sun, as if to sing 1847|Fare near, for all their common grace. 1847|And all the lilies' faces seemed 1847|Watching that song's sweet ending, too: 1847|For they, and they only, could express 1847|Even a little part of Love's desire. 1847|And, dear as well might music prove 1847|This island for a home, to these, 1847|For whom it grew with all its flowers, 1847|Oh, could they tell what anguish, how 1847|Felt they! and how sweet in their despair! 1847|They could not see the sunbeam's beam 1847|Or any moving thing that might suit 1847|Their minds to feel, or taste, the dew 1847|In the cool, sweet grass, as in a dream. 1847|The lonesome hours flew by: the breeze 1847|Was low from out the sunny sea; 1847|The lonesome hour had never known 1847|Pain for an hour like this, to come. 1847|How sad, how sweet it seemed, each note 1847|Swept on and on, for ever and o'er! 1847|Oh, sweet as flowers the way to be 1847|This night, if flowers like those you knew! 1847|Oh, sweet as love and glad as speech 1847|That would be sweet! how sweet the word 1847|That should to one's heart that word make say! 1847|This very day, a little while, 1847|With little, soft soft caress, I came 1847|Into that soft and sleeping night; 1847|And still I think it was the rose 1847|It was the sweetest flower in the world! 1847|And, oh, to give them up, to take 1847|Their love with you and bring it me 1847|Was nothing strange--or strange, perchance, to me; 1847|For the dear face made me happy so, 1847|And the eyes, though very kind to me, 1847|Struck home, like tears from eyes of woe. 1847|I was no child, but something more 1847|Than baby, and more gentle, something brave 1847|Than baby,--but oh, how sweet to be 1847|Such gentle thing! and sweetest, too, 1847|Being a mother! O sweet, sweet dream! 1847|But I must go--for I must go! 1847|All day I watched the night come in 1847|From the warm window-sill, 1847|And the moonlight danced about her bright 1847|As it did to me. 1847|The birds sang loud: my heart was thrilled with joy 1847|At all the music. 1847|And the birds sang loud: the heart of me 1847|Did beat for joy. 1847|And the flowers kissed me: the flowers kissed me; 1847|And they asked my name: 1847|And the flowers kissed me: they asked and asked 1847|My name, at every spray; 1847|For I had never kissed a flower, 1847|And I thought that it was not for me; 1847|I did not know I had it yet, 1847|And I could not understand. 1847|So I asked them why they were for me: 1847|So I asked them why they were for me, 1847|And they told me why they were for me, 1847|And all they asked was my name. 1847|When the flowers knew it, 1847|They asked me, why I was so fair, 1847|And I said, O beautiful, O kind, 1847|That I was of noble birth: 1847|And the flowers kissed me, and they told me, 1847|I did love them, you see, 1847|Because in a land like this one cannot be 1847|So rich and so fair a thing! 1847|For there is the sea-shore, where lies the strand 1847|Swinging in the moonbeam, where there rolls 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 21640 ======================================== Mayst thou seek again, 27409|Where all is bright and green, 27409|Where all thy cares and pleasures throng, 27409|Like the fair flowers when they lay.” 27409|“Ah, here,” the King said, “they’ll see 27409|My son’s fair flower all withering, 27409|And I’ve no care till to-morrow 27409|What’s left me but my son’s name.” 27409|“What ailed thee, young King, when away 27409|Among these pleasant shades to roam? 27409|What have we from our guests to do 27409|That we should cause grief to one.” 27409|The King made answer in despair, 27409|“No care for me, young man’s child, 27409|I see thee but for thy sorrows made, 27409|And thou canst go to heaven.” 27409|But when he saw his sorrows grew 27409|To such a mighty number, 27409|He hastened to the King’s court, that 27409|They might his banishment know. 27409|And there with many a sign of courtesy 27409|The aged Judge his grace bestowed: 27409|Then said he, “Gladly my name may hear, 27409|But now my time’s at hand.” 27409|He gave good old Judge Brodie then, 27409|In order to make full aright, 27409|To bring an answer back to him 27409|From the place whereof he asked. 27409|But the King’s good folk they made a sign 27409|That no delay did they obey, 27409|And for the King’s son, who was at home, 27409|Good old Judge Brodie was brought. 27409|“Now, Prince, pray for mercy be, 27409|For thy father’s house is burnt, 27409|I pray thee, let this blaze go on, 27409|And not our children’s graves burn.” 27409|And he answered saying, “This flame, 27409|If I have ever had delight, 27409|As it now burns on thy name, 27409|Thy promise’s all fulfilled. 27409|“I’ll not suffer her to lose the light 27409|That her eyes might be dismayed, 27409|And her dear Lord’s life might waste away, 27409|On the ashes of her father.” 27409|And from his head the Judge there threw 27409|A crown all of gold, and then 27409|The crown it was all of silver, 27409|To his son he gave the crown. 27409|“I’ll give thee for thy father’s grave 27409|A hundred golden knights; 27409|And the land thou art in now shall be 27409|That Greece should have to-day.” 27409|With this the Prince the Judge was glad, 27409|For his heart it quailed with terror: 27409|He led the poor old man to the place 27409|Where her brother’s body lay. 27409|By the arms of God! God and men 27409|Do they cry here in so great dread! 27409|But when the guard she saw were set, 27409|And the poor body of the dead, 27409|And there before her the body stood, 27409|She was not scared in the least. 27409|Then to the King her way she made, 27409|And forth she led the body home; 27409|And she did the King no dishonour ’tis 27409|To let her go bereft of him. 27409|When King Harold heard the little lay 27409|Which the child of him had sung, 27409|By a sign that never could be told, 27409|His heart it melted all away. 27409|His eyes, which were so full of sight, 27409|He wept for joy for ever. 27409|Yet oftentimes and often ’twas 27409|His ear that a lullaby heard: 27409|And when the sound so sweet it came, 27409|His sorrow made him smile more bright. 27409|He gave his kingly crown an end, ======================================== SAMPLE 21650 ======================================== 1279|And, if I were I should take my _Mulga_, 1279|And meet it with a _Broom-stane_, 1279|Though ne'er so rich, it maun soon be worn. 1279|Then thou, my mulga, be thou stately. 1279|Let every gallant limb enamel, 1279|And be thy tributary country. 1279|There needs nae gift of gude gentry; 1279|Gude train must be their native soil. 1279|To have none, is p'rhaps suicide; 1279|_To live only, aye aye aye. 1279|Thou mak'st thy self accustom'd, self-conscious, 1279|When to thyself thou do'st belong; 1279|And all thy needs, and each his part, 1279|Fancy may please, and fancy may betray. 1279|But, trust me, thy poor mistress shall 1279|Be blest in thee, her proper love: 1279|Then to thy feet thou tipple, and thup, 1279|Thyself to dance, shall be thy delight; 1279|And though thy feet may maun vaunty newts, 1279|The young mavis' cooz is yet to chant. 1279|The laddie's luve, wha sits as still 1279|As is the squirrel in the copse, 1279|Till, being chain'd, they've done with toff, 1279|And to his rest the bonie bird will hie. 1279|The ladie's luve, wha's as true as he; 1279|By him loved, no kiss can be wanting; 1279|With him at a' was never bliss, 1279|Or one half-crown'd, to lose a bout. 1279|The lassie's luver, wha's as free 1279|As ony creature that dines at grace; 1279|When he comes, a lass she'll let thee sit, 1279|As free from cares and trouble as she. 1279|The lassie's luver, wha's as fash 1279|To dance as free as he can sprain: 1279|He'll do, as he can, as he can sprain. 1279|The lassie's luver, wha's as strong 1279|As any mortal in the land; 1279|If he has the lugg's nor a fall, 1279|She never can shaw him off her leg. 1279|The lassie's luve, wha loves to sport 1279|With her maw, like a new-shyon tress: 1279|Her tongue as sharp as the hawk's fay, 1279|And her heart as light as the dew-drenched morn. 1279|The lassie's luve, wha in her head 1279|Is as true a dautet as true can be; 1279|Her ae line tongue the twain can draw 1279|Like a billy-goose white-cumbered o'er. 1279|The louch o' her heart, that's as kind 1279|As e'er bent knee to lovin', can lay 1279|As tenderly on her weel-lov'd bride, 1279|As nought on a heap o' gold can buy. 1279|The lassie's luve; wha loves her so, 1279|Wha court her like a king, can mak 1279|As much o' luve's a-plenty as her ha', 1279|And a' for a spark in a blink o' her e'e. 1279|If e'er she's untrue, then she's shamefu' to mak, 1279|And shamefu' she won't a beaute o' a wrang; 1279|Anither she'll a broken-hearted be, 1279|And mak her moan owre death, an' a drink. 1279|The lann o' Nithside, wha luvit hissel wi' gude cheer, 1279|Can tell, whene'er he sees a new bum-cock, 1279|How the gude heart o' Nithside's auld wife has bled. 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 21660 ======================================== 28796|Thou art the Spirit of the Land. 28796|Then, when once more is stirred this throng 28796|And the mighty song of Earth restored 28796|Shall rise, a glorious voice to float 28796|Through the mighty world of Spirit things 28796|With the song of thy great deeds o'er men. 28796|_From "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage."_ 28796|The sky is bright, the land is green; 28796|As o'er the stream we journeyed down 28796|It lighted up, and so was dim 28796|That I and all could see no more 28796|With the eye by which the world doth gloat. 28796|But all that morning to me there was 28796|A wonder of new things to be, 28796|For though the sun had yet declined, 28796|The land was full of sun-beams bright 28796|And, in the shade, the world-wide sea 28796|Was shining everywhere with green. 28796|Of human things we read it not, 28796|And in the day's first hour of light 28796|Our hearts are filled with joy to know 28796|In the life that lives in Nature's breast. 28796|But as we enter, a glory, nearer 28796|And brighter grows the light that glads, 28796|The sea that is the sky and earth 28796|To the world's eye seems fair and fair, 28796|The stream upon the water's brink 28796|Seems fairer than the rivers, plain, 28796|In which our earth-dwellers fare, 28796|Their view from shore is not that far. 28796|And this is truth in all men's sight, 28796|And that where we were we can't complain 28796|That from our day of hearing it 28796|We never hear the brighter side. 28796|_From "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage."_ 28796|The wild-flowers on the grassy ground 28796|Are blooming in a thousand charms; 28796|And the golden daisies and the blue 28796|Of the sunburnt, blossom-browed hill 28796|Make all the valley merry. 28796|But they shall not all remain and live, 28796|Nor shall they yield unto decay 28796|Till they look on their fair home once more, 28796|Full-fraught with the world's sweet flowers. 28796|For there is spring in every field 28796|And here life hath to do. 28796|And the red rose of love shall thrive 28796|To the last and be no more 28796|By a world grown up on wrong. 28796|O, we have come in the pride and the fear 28796|And the darkness of the day before, 28796|To the joy that lies before them there 28796|And the promise of a brighter day. 28796|And they must work out life for me 28796|With sorrow and with pain; 28796|And we must strive as best we can 28796|And the tears will never cease; 28796|For the bright world is brighter than ours 28796|With a light of our own. 28796|And the world of life is full of strife 28796|And a world of pain; 28796|And the world of men is all about them bent 28796|And in them all they know; 28796|Yet, though we are not the very same, 28796|'Tis a joy of the world to know. 28796|And our work for one day--to do 28796|And to bear the lessons of it all, 28796|Yet, though we stand face to face 28796|With the darkness that we cannot see; 28796|Our joy of doing, joy of speaking, 28796|Still stirs in our souls, 28796|And our hearts beat fast with the life 28796|Which they cannot measure. 28796|It is an endless strife of souls! 28796|And a struggle that they can't measure 28796|In their joy thereof, 28796|With the glorious joy it brings to-day 28796|And the great deep-felt delight 28796|Of the fight, of doing or of waiting, 28796|To be strong in, still stronger in 28796|Though we be not the very same. 28796|When I ======================================== SAMPLE 21670 ======================================== 1365|Was seated by a lake, 1365|Which lay beyond the castle, 1365|With towers above it, and a castle 1365|In the middle of it. 1365|Above the castle's tower 1365|Sat a little woman of the moon; 1365|And her robe was wondrous rich and fair, 1365|With gold embroideries in the fold. 1365|The moon was shining, the day was bright, 1365|She watched the water as it ran. 1365|As I was going to school, 1365|Three of my brothers and I 1365|Were drowned in a bay. 1365|I was only six years old, 1365|When all of a sudden 1365|I felt as if my head 1365|Were being rocked in my cradle. 1365|I was dead, and the frog 1365|Was living again on my knees. 1365|Tiger and elephant 1365|Have been for many days and nights; 1365|The monkey which once they chased 1365|Is now a goodly beast, 1365|And makes a loud hissing. 1365|But hark, how the wind is blowing, 1365|As through the leafy trees 1365|The rain falls all the night long! 1365|The rain falls all the night long. 1365|The rain is not only falling 1365|In the gloomy forest; 1365|The goodly leaves are wet 1365|With tears, they are weeping. 1365|Then let us all of a sudden 1365|Begone, and pray 1365|That the Father who sent us 1365|May send us some good night's rest, 1365|Or some balm, that we may sojourn in, 1365|While through the village henceforth 1365|The sound of their voices 1365|Rattles in my worn old ears! 1365|Alas! that it should be my brother, in whom my heart finds not 1365|comfort, his going, as a man who, before his consulship had 1365|been dead, had left a will which said, "For all thy years &c." 1365|He has been much pleased to know me, as I am to him, and the will of his 1365|father, who lived in this country thirty years before me, having 1365|became a man thirty years before me, when I was a child. He is 1365|to-day. I had a glimpse of him yesterday while I was in the 1365|city, and I believe my brother, in whose way I am, indeed is 1365|with our good friends in Rome, 1365|And many thanks are due it me before I go away; 1365|And now, my lord, I am gone to Rome. 1365|If all of the beautiful works of art and of mathematics and 1365|alchemy be not always as complete as in other parts of the world, 1365|which, in the course of the civil war, the Emperor's opponents 1365|called the "Amor Fama del Buego," they will not soon change their 1365|mind. 1365|In a word, you are going to see your friend 1365|The Count de Laviane, who is going back with you 1365|to Rome; and my poor sister, too, is going back with you 1365|to Florence. 1365|She is now no more a child, 1365|That was my child before: 1365|I am not so much the mother of him, 1365|As the friend and confidant of him; and it is through her 1365|that my destiny has been set. 1365|No! when she was more beautiful than now she is, 1365|It was not through beauty of face alone 1365|But also through her voice and her manner of speaking. 1365|The child is a woman yet, 1365|And of good courage, too; and my words 1365|Are not of that nature 1365|Which only young people of their minds 1365|Are afraid to hear; 1365|But I shall be known in my own country 1365|As greatly more a woman 1365|And of less social graces; in what kind 1365|Of household shall I meet? 1365|What shall I do when my brother's wife, 1365|The Count, is gone with him? 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 21680 ======================================== 10493|I am a man of many friends, 10493|And so am I, and I've all my friends here, 10493|Just as I wanted to before this happened: 10493|So I ’spose now, I'll say it plain, 10493|The other man has gone away." 10493|The old dame said: “Oh, what a man he is! 10493|He has been a stranger to me so long, 10493|But his friends at once I found 10493|And they said, “Well, you will soon get used to it. 10493|The poor old dame has got no money 10493|To buy old Boots with, and the new ones too. 10493|She had them, and she had the rest, 10493|And she went off with them wherever she went.” 10493|“Oh, don’t talk so! old lady, do 10493|The best you can: I can’t make you quit 10493|Your old Boots, but I hope you will not grumble.” 10493|They gave us our old boots, and they ’sposed the old dame down. 10493|They took them to the shop, on the day we went there the 10493|horseshoe. 10493|This little boy, in his boyhood years, 10493|Was carried sick to bed that very day 10493|By a very bad cold, or rather A*, 10493|The doctor would not take him in, 10493|Because the boy was just as young 10493|As he had been at half-past seven, 10493|And so he would not count him in, 10493|But kept putting it out by an hour, 10493|Until the boy grew worse and worse, 10493|And, when they shook him from either side, 10493|He choked on his breath and quivered; 10493|And when they tried to take his hand, 10493|He always tumbled backward off, 10493|Which made his tongue to rasp more tongue-strong, 10493|And romping up and down their way,-- 10493|The doctor let him, though he cried. 10493|Then he began to make quite queer, 10493|That he would sometimes turn an eye 10493|Towards the doctor as he said, 10493|“How would you like to see your boy 10493|Stuck in a wheel with soot and soot, 10493|All bound and tied, with little feet?” 10493|The doctor, though he knew it not, 10493|Had seen some other boy with this same motion, 10493|Have he been smoking or fasting. 10493|A boy this very day we ’spose 10493|Was also carried off from the street, 10493|And was quite tired, and was going to lie 10493|Down by the stream, and get a cool. 10493|But when he stopped for anything, 10493|The stranger’s face grew stern and black, 10493|And when the boy looked up he found 10493|He had his boyhood’s smile upon his face, 10493|And all his childhood’s smiles about him. 10493|But a queer tale I ’spose it is 10493|That when he’d been long enough sitting, 10493|The boy would turn into his legs, 10493|And do this amazing thing. 10493|He would get up, tie his slickers on, 10493|And walk round on his little bike, 10493|Not seeming to recognize his legs, 10493|But turning as from a dream-fight. 10493|But he himself forgot his name, 10493|For he couldn’t help looking straight, 10493|But he would always say the words 10493|That he’d forgotten the doctor for. 10493|But he never had the slightest hope 10493|Of seeing his boy back again. 10493|He sat up after short groans, 10493|And cried about the billies. 10493|A sad story he told it 10493|In what he calls his “naughty boy”, 10493|With a face of dreadful dread. 10493|The doctor said there was nothing “any 10493|Could stop the coming of this boy— 10493|We’d have to blow ======================================== SAMPLE 21690 ======================================== 11351|So good a soul should've been as well pleased to live as die, 11351|But he and I had a scheme about the dead. 11351|So he'll make a sort of funeral to the dead-- 11351|An' I'll make another, when the thing's through. 11351|I'll paint the body with a red and white shroud, 11351|And I'll give him some grog to stuff his lungs with; 11351|Then I'll bring my dog, my hat, and my pinafore, 11351|And I'll bid him lay him in the dust and rest. 11351|And so it's here I must--for my dog's dead, 11351|He was so kind and sweet and true. 11351|If I had but one hour of life 11351|When that strange dog was left to be,-- 11351|A minute, to close my eyes, 11351|And see, and nevermore be near. 11351|And if I only had one hour more 11351|Of time to look about around,-- 11351|A minute, to look upon 11351|The world where all things seem to be. 11351|But time shall nevermore--I have no time, 11351|My time shall be as fleeting as the fleeting breath of hope, 11351|And my soul will never rest, though it should once more be bound, 11351|I have no time, for there's nothing will come to me at last. 11351|I have no time to look along the window-sill 11351|Above, below, and all around, 11351|Where every day in spring and every day seems the same, 11351|No matter how far one flies. 11351|And still I see along the valley-side, 11351|Behind the apple-trees, the white 11351|White line of apple-blossoms, white as the clouds in the skies, 11351|While children, at their play, will throw their snowballs down their lane. 11351|I want to go away and leave the world a long while ago, 11351|The world is always breaking my heart, 11351|And time to me is always short; 11351|And I'd go away and make my own new world, 11351|And all day long it's breaking my heart. 11351|I want to go away, but what can stay 11351|A child so little and so wise? 11351|The flowers and the birds, the wind and the sky, 11351|They all are coming to harm or good. 11351|The little children shouting in the street, 11351|Come back with all their screaming voice, 11351|What can I say or do but follow where they go,-- 11351|What can I say or do but follow where they go? 11351|A child so hard to make and mend, 11351|The little fingers leaving the hammering key, 11351|The little feet that wander down the way, 11351|I do not care a damn, or why. 11351|I want to go away, but what can stay 11351|A child so weak so wise so long? 11351|I long to go away and help him leave 11351|The world for which he did not stay. 11351|Oh, I want to go away, to fly away 11351|Into a world I know. 11351|I'd like to be the king of the wilderness, 11351|And keep the peace and do the right. 11351|I'd keep the peace if I knew it, so there were no crime, 11351|For one thing I could keep the peace. 11351|I'd keep the peace if I knew I could see, 11351|The little faces shining through the mist, 11351|The eyes of a smiling, laughing little soul, 11351|The eyes whose very glance could make me glad. 11351|I want to go away and make new worlds, 11351|Where all the little children's feet have to run 11351|To meet the wrong and bring the right, 11351|And never stop to think or say "What if?" 11351|And never stop to wonder why. 11351|They seem not like men, and yet they are all so noble and fair, 11351|That beauty they bring to us and honor we will hold above 11351|the rest. 11351|The light that dazzled, dazzles and they have to keep on walking 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 21700 ======================================== 26333|And in the time before his spirit passed away, 26333|They would whisper among each other, "Here was born 26333|The man who wrote a thousand verses to-day." 26333|They would talk of his comrades, one in a thousand, 26333|The proud pioneers who had dared the heights 26333|And lived to lead a different life to the next. 26333|But no: they talked of his name--in his grave 26333|They laid the wreath of laurel they had gathered. 26333|The last of their wild flowers, they said, was his-- 26333|They knew not his name, for the name passed not on, 26333|Save through the twilight, and they left it behind. 26333|You never can know what people mean, or think, 26333|Or think they mean, until the day is done; 26333|And I have seen it happen many times, 26333|When one is doing the things men did do, 26333|And one is coming home from a long road, 26333|And both are talking of the man with the wreath. 26333|There were six of us on the trail--Mary, 26333|And me, and old J. Edgar, and old Dora. 26333|We had been out for half a month or so, 26333|(But it seemed more like a summer's day), 26333|When there came a flash of lightning and the sob 26333|Of Mary's horse! Then something shifted like a screen: 26333|There was a crash and a stir of hammers and a yell, 26333|And then, one by one, they all rose up again. 26333|That's when I knew what was coming next, I think: 26333|I saw the look of them go shuffling back and forth, 26333|Then start again where they had started from, never looking on 26333|A moment, with their back to us, then swerving and passing 26333|The horses,--that was all. And then we paused and looked 26333|At Mary's face, and there was agony in it, 26333|For the man with the wreath of laurel wreaths had passed away! 26333|His voice was deep as a hymn, and so solemn was his tread; 26333|His voice was high as a shout, but the tears were in his eyes. 26333|His voice was low as a cry of hopeless despair, 26333|But the eyes of him were soft as the lashes of a leopard. 26333|For he said to me: "My saddest day of all days 26333|Was yesterday, for I bore the heaviest cross 26333|Of any man that ever yet did I see. 26333|"I bore it, like a helpless babe, all day, 26333|Till night came and forbade the crying way, 26333|And I could go to sleep, or walk, or lie down, 26333|Like one in slumber. And last, I rose and saw 26333|The light again. I went straight to my work, 26333|And, with a blessing on all, home to bed." 26333|The moon is over Jerusalem. 26333|Heavenly Presence, ever-present! 26333|Thou whose presence is more than God's, 26333|Peal out in soft tones from that deep core 26333|Which is thine own nature. 26333|I do not ask for any praise 26333|Of these Israelites. 26333|I only would ask of Thee-- 26333|Just to look a little on 26333|Thy folk of yesterday 26333|And the way they worked, smiled, cried, or dreamed,-- 26333|Just to give 26333|Thee just a glance, a word, 26333|A touch, a word of thought, 26333|And then I leave it all. 26333|There is no such thing as rest, 26333|Nor any sudden break-- 26333|Only a wise man never sleeps, 26333|Who knows what he would do. 26333|There is no such thing as pain, 26333|Nor any sudden rise-- 26333|Only a brave man never sleeps, 26333|Who knows when to fly. 26333|There is no such thing as care, 26333|Nor any sudden loss-- 26333|Only a coward never wakes, 26333|Who feels he cannot fly. 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 21710 ======================================== 1279|I' th' sky o'er the plain: 1279|But it was my ain dear Jean-- 1279|And my ain dear Jean! 1279|O what a scene of peace betwixt the midnight and morn! 1279|How deep th' o'er-arching shadows creep across the silver air, 1279|As in some lone retreat of slumber I repose, 1279|Beside an antique oak whose ivy-wrought couch I crown, 1279|The sweet serenade of Jean, the maiden, Jeanie, Jean! 1279|The dark, romantic wood that skirts yon rustic tower, 1279|That, from the cold, dreary, dreary month o' curfew, 1279|Doth solemnly and solemnly keep its ceremonial dark, 1279|Hush'd up its mossy mossy raths to shroud the wreck of pride, 1279|And in the forest's lonely solitude drear and dingy; 1279|To hide, from view, the hoary, hoary month o' curfew, 1279|Where, by yon mossy rock, the woodman's axe, with solemn frown, 1279|Ahes the houseless One, who sits in the bitter cold 1279|And seeks his fortune with his axe in that lonely wood! 1279|Ah! how they shook the heart within them at that month o' crime, 1279|And left us all in bitter, bitter love! 1279|And thus the wood is silent, and thus the lonely grove 1279|Hems us in thrall, as in a cave a savage troop 1279|Inhabiting, their only comforts, solitude. 1279|And would I still were in the company of that lone grove, 1279|And yon lone crystal stream, 1279|Where the lonely moor, within its mossy lair concealing, 1279|With many a dewy flower unfolds its bleeding breast; 1279|To lie upon its bosom, still as death eternal! 1279|I wish the autumnal weather, 1279|And wish the skies still fresh and fair, 1279|And wish no ill, 1279|With the ruffling breeze. 1279|Sae, I will away, 1279|And sail upon the ocean billowy blue, 1279|And sail, and sail, 1279|And I will make no wife, 1279|To heave thro' you into strife; 1279|Yet, by my gay gay banneret, 1279|I tell you I'll be free, 1279|For--what am I think? 1279|And what am I say, a stranger in London town? 1279|In London town I think I am strange, but I'm sure I'm good: 1279|When I'm welcome here, I'm sure I'm very welcome there. 1279|And I'm like, if I live to be a man, 1279|The chap that hews and eats and fights a man; 1279|For, if I die, I'll be with you and you, 1279|And hew and eat and fight the man that's mee. 1279|The wale of the lamb I'll buy-- 1279|I dinna care a bawtie; 1279|But, wadded up with my mickle pain, 1279|I'll seek my hame in my pot; 1279|I'll seek my hame, &c. 1279|And I aye shall be in debt, 1279|For food to my mind addrest; 1279|For my haggled-up mind's a hell, 1279|And my pot a brake o' hell. 1279|With a pot a-break o' hell and pot, 1279|And a crack at my heart and my head, 1279|And then my ain mind, 1279|With a crack at my heart and pot, 1279|And a crack at my hame in the glen; 1279|How can the lave be gane? 1279|I trow I'm come to the gates of grief; 1279|Tak' my ain hat off, lad, for sake o' me. 1279|And nae ane'll blame, till I come to grief, 1279|Tak' my ain hat off, lad, to me! 1279|The carlin gled cam' by, and weel ======================================== SAMPLE 21720 ======================================== 16452|And he shall suffer, and shall pay 16452|For his offence; in dreadful state 16452|The royal host, on whom we gaze 16452|With pitying eyes, shall be compelled 16452|To stand as trophies, as in pride 16452|Of triumph their king forlorn, shall seem. 16452|So saying, he turned his charger round 16452|And his bright shield. Agamemnon saw 16452|The noble Trojans, and with shouts aloud 16452|And voice, the seat of conflict chose from all. 16452|Then, in a moment, at the gates he rose 16452|Against the gate-posts tall and broad; he strode 16452|Into the middle court, and thus his voice he haled. 16452|Gods! the bold Trojans for ourselves, and our 16452|Many brethren and friends, stand here; my spear 16452|Hath dealt them all dismay. I see the King 16452|Of Atreus, his crest in battle worn 16452|By Agamemnon, King of men, the chief 16452|Of all the Achaians, slain. But now draw near, 16452|And thus the Dardan Chiefs, in answer, me 16452|Assist, and thus the Gods inspire with fire 16452|Mine arms for arms. On him a cruel blow 16452|Lay all in range, where, standing in the midst, 16452|He stood, till close at hand he smote his shield, 16452|And he was foremost at the onset of the fight. 16452|But him Achilles dauntless Hector now 16452|And brave Idomeneus assail'd with blow 16452|Full on the head. So the bright sun in showers 16452|Pours down his fury. Thrice around his head 16452|Atrides hewed and broke their weapons down, 16452|And to the ground. Then both, with equal might, 16452|Cebriones smote, and smote him on the cheek, 16452|And in their armour struck him to the dust. 16452|He fell, and he expired. The Trojans all 16452|Mark'd on the dead their solemn fealty bind'd 16452|Shouting. At that moment Priam's son 16452|Idomeneus, with spear, on hewing him, sprang 16452|With swift career to Ilium's lofty towers, 16452|The brave, the valiant; he in his chariot placed, 16452|And, as he died, withdrew all pity from his eyes. 16452|But when Idomeneus had laid him down, 16452|Atrides on his comrade rushed, and struck 16452|Both head and shoulders with the butt-end of 16452|His gaping falchion, his bright eyes bewitching 16452|The soul of darkness into the eyes of gods. 16452|Idomeneus, at that sight pale and stony, 16452|Turn'd pale with horror, and his eye-balls charged, 16452|And loudly from his bosom forth he sprang, 16452|And the dead lightnings on him dealt at once. 16452|In vain he struck him with the spear, in vain 16452|He struck with his wide shield; for he could not stand 16452|Himself, but backward o'er his shoulder fell 16452|The valiant Chief with a fierce vulture-claw, 16452|And as he sank, the shaft was pressed beneath 16452|His ear. As when a lion, from his lair 16452|Came at the hunters of a town approach 16452|With his grim face all bristling with great might, 16452|And to the town his horrid head thus glances-- 16452|He, the bold hound, who all the rest doth fright, 16452|And with his trenchant fangs he tears the herd; 16452|So Idomeneus to his brother's fall 16452|Shrivel'd in his face and all his manly limbs 16452|In death; no friend, no comrade he had. 16452|Him, then, Achilles struck again, but struck 16452|Too little; him, at once, the son of Jove 16452|(If any other of our band were there) 16452|Left for the sons of Atreus, and the brave 16452|Mestor, of Pylian race, whom once ======================================== SAMPLE 21730 ======================================== 1280|And one of us said, 1280|The world is a great game, and we, us, us! 1280|For we will be the men who play! 1280|Hers was a face like a pensive rose, 1280|It grew in the dark-blue night and the stillness of 1280|the air in the window-pane. 1280|There seemed a voice in her voice that seemed to say: 1280|Let me forget this land of Death 1280|And Dreamland and Dreamland again! 1280|Then the sudden voice in her voice said: 1280|Who gives me thy hand? 1280|Was she cold? 1280|Had we kissed? 1280|Did I call? to the day of a dying kiss. 1280|Was it in a whisper: "What was the hand-grip?" 1280|Did a star move in the sky? 1280|Or did it drift 1280|In the dark beyond the cloud-masses? 1280|Did the air pass and the birds fly 1280|From the place? 1280|The star moved again 1280|And the bird came near. 1280|Then a star moved in the sky 1280|And a bird came near. 1280|It was the spirit of love, 1280|The spirit of love! 1280|The moon and the star moved. 1280|The moon and the star moved. 1280|I was the man who stood in the dark 1280|In the room that never had any lights! 1280|They brought her in to be buried, 1280|And I was the one who was the first to go. 1280|The day that it was set was June; 1280|The shroud the shrouds had grown out 1280|And the shroud was wrapped round in silver. 1280|I saw no coffin, but I turned the bed around, 1280|I saw the body wrapped in white, 1280|So, one by one, the men went by me. 1280|There was one who said, "She died!" 1280|And then another screamed it loud enough to be heard 1280|Through the window-pane at the breakfast-room. 1280|There was one who said, 1280|"She is not dead, but gone," 1280|And then another screamed it loudly enough to be heard 1280|All through the old church-yard. 1280|Another heard it in the silence, 1280|Another saw it in the street below the hill. 1280|I watched the day grow darker; 1280|I did not stand in the twilight 1280|And stand in the door 1280|And hear the storm-wind scream and scream, 1280|For it would be too 1280|Another cry about my grave. 1280|And I knew it would be cold then 1280|And I could see no morn in the Spring. 1280|And he said, "It is too cold!" 1280|Then I answered: "It is too cold!" 1280|And he chuckled and said: "It is too cold!" 1280|And I answered: "Too cold, too cold!" 1280|And then he said, "What was the weather like 1280|When she came along with you?" 1280|I answered: "It was sunny, too sunny!" 1280|And he laughed and said: "It was sunny!" 1280|And I answered: "It's not sunny here. 1280|It's raining now, and raining now." 1280|And I answered: "Away! 1280|The rain's an impostor. It rains here." 1280|And he answered: "We're not, we're not thunderstruck; 1280|A storm may follow after thee. 1280|And my brothers might be torn with thee. 1280|But you can sleep in the car, 1280|And it will be a good night for thee." 1280|And then the night went by. 1280|And he was gone, 1280|And the tombstone 1280|And the storm. 1280|And we walked with our heads so bare 1280|And we heard the storm's whistle beating at the gate. 1280|There was none to tell us that a grave 1280|Besieged the house. 1280|How long the days, 1280|How short the hours ======================================== SAMPLE 21740 ======================================== 5186|Hastened, and hasten onward, 5186|Saw the sun's arrows speeding 5186|From the distant skies; 5186|Saw the northern lightnings forming 5186|Rivers, and seas, and mountains; 5186|Saw the wolf's dark forehead flushing 5186|With the evening's crimson; 5186|Wider, and greater, and broader 5186|On the horizon's eastern verge, 5186|Looking so distant now, 5186|On the water, snow-clad, 5186|How my heart is breaking, 5186|On the waves, and on the sea! 5186|Farther yet, and farther still, 5186|On the ocean's farthest shore, 5186|How my body lingers, 5186|To the land of shadows, 5186|Where the shadows stand and wonder 5186|How the hero, I have followed 5186|To the land of shadows! 5186|In the court-yard of a dwelling, 5186|In the court-yard of an inn, 5186|Sitting within the haven, 5186|In the haven of a bandit-resort, 5186|Ikena stands awaiting 5186|Christmas gifts for Sandwich-Hjaem, 5186|Wishes of Easter for his sister, 5186|Lat-Anes, fate of heroes, 5186|Lat-Anes, fate of old men, 5186|Lat-Anes, how they wander, 5186|How they wend their way along; 5186|Now they wend to sea in ships, 5186|Now to land in buoys and lagoons; 5186|Wonder-heroes, sailors, 5186|Wonder-heroes, children 5186|Of the Northern rivers, 5186|Wonder-heroes, how they sail them 5186|On the blue back of the waters, 5186|Sail them on the foam of ocean 5186|To the realms of the eternal blue-spots, 5186|To the realms of the sun-illumined, 5186|To the shining domains of heaven. 5186|Once the hostess of Sence-ya, 5186|Valley of her doting husband, 5186|Valley of her resting-place, 5186|Called her auburn-eyed Shariola, 5186|At the hour of midnight, 5186|Empty the house of all her guests, 5186|Burn the house with fires of magic; 5186|Flames arise in the parlor-places, 5186|In the courts above the haven, 5186|Then enkindle the bodies 5186|Of her guests unnumbered, 5186|In their places place the bodies, 5186|As the fashions request them; 5186|Each one therefore arranges his 5186|Faces before the altar-flame, 5186|Each one puts on his garments, 5186|And prepares his bodies for sacrifice. 5186|On the altar placed before thee, 5186|Fire illuminated still burns, 5186|But the flames are not as of old 5186|As they were of the great king, 5186|As of old a hand-breadth distant, 5186|As to thee, O Hartewa! thou art. 5186|Thus the house of Hartewa, old and worried, 5186|Burns beneath the embers of the altar-fire, 5186|But the embers, not of evil agents, 5186|Do not reach the hostess of Sence-ya. 5186|Then the hostess, grave and gracious, 5186|Thus address'd the Hartiu, singing, 5186|Sang the hostess of the Northland, 5186|Sang the goodly Hartiu Chin'ta, 5186|From her well-assembled tresses, 5186|Sang to shatter his scapegoats, 5186|From his victims all desolating, 5186|From the victims of her wickedness, 5186|From this sea-fog naked, unwounding, 5186|From the mist and fog of Sault-Saint-Espoir. 5186|Then she gave the hero commands, 5186|Saying, Have ye slaughtered all my people, 5186|Have withdrawn my race of those wicked ones, 5186|Have fulfilled my ancient purpose, 5186|Have fulfilled my word ======================================== SAMPLE 21750 ======================================== 1002|And that by your own footsteps, as I judge, 1002|You do not come to the water to behold, 1002|Who saw it at the fountain." At the word 1002|My Guide had turned himself into a swan, 1002|Whom Love abateth soon (ne'er so sudden 1002|The change), and in like manner did appear 1002|That other bird, without leaving me, 1002|Because its form it changed not. The good 1002|Are able to compass every place, wherefore 1002|Hell shall not hold them all; but I speak all, 1002|As one who sad nevertheless comforts many. 1002|We, drawn by the sweet conjuring of the sun, 1002|Near to the mountain-top had mounted, still 1002|So that the banner there was dispersed. 1002|On such strait the nature of the place 1002|Ne'er shifted, nor its rim uncovery 1002|For unevenness of mount had seen. 1002|As one who, going by night from Jericho 1002|Unto the point Maro, to a town 1002|Of great repute, if he deliberate 1002|Hath leisure, and with sound of marbles goes, 1002|Draws unto himself a crowd that linger 1002|Albeit full belly wide or smooth; 1002|Even thus did Beatrice lead me 1002|Up by a spiral road, until the sun 1002|Had disappeared in splendour from mine eyes, 1002|And other thing none else cared for. 1002|Beyond the spiral there was room enough, 1002|And through the horned Cherubim 1002|Meeting were ready to catapult me 1002|Where I wished; but since the time 1002|Of going forth there was not easy, so 1002|I took of them three and preferred them 1002|Before unto the fourth, and so departed on. 1002|Through the sweet air there came a hum, 1002|And then a silence so profound, 1002|That of choice there was none to answer, 1002|Unless the King who was behind it blew it. 1002|"Wonder not, father," said the Holy Spirit, 1002|"If living soul thou e'er discernedst, 1002|When thou for three hours past Hugo's spirit 1002|Didst live, and him thou didst venerate; 1002|'Tis the God Who ye adore. O glory! 1002|Gaze thou upon my sweet servants, 1002|Upon my leaf that low is falling, 1002|On that shepherd who with St. Gabriel 1002|Cometh near behind; thou seest how slight 1002|One flesh the two already have become. 1002|Behold the haughty MUSE upon us 1002|Come sweeping, riding light our embrowned heaven!" 1002|And the Archangel laughed a laughing laugh, 1002|And with his wings bare publicly shook 1002|Unto the people his resplendent pinions. 1002|"O my good House, my good House, how great 1002|Its glory, if thou diligently 1002|Thy self upon this day wouldst summon all 1002|The ghosts that with thy body slumber! 1002|Thou need'st not now thyself to thee perform this, 1002|For all things unto thy glory are due 1002|From the most part of us by another. 1002|Come, then, and with the other pious men 1002|Who keep themselves chaste in houses spiritual, 1002|Make thy self clean from every filth, 1002|That thou mayst have both crown and vesture, 1002|And clad shall be in clean white surcoat, 1002|So when thy pace is now resumed, 1002|And all these things done that thou commendest, 1002|Come, and be the third of virtuous company!" 1002|In front of the spiritual city, 1002|As doth the sea, on each side turning, 1002|With one great wind above and with one draw-well 1002|Dissipates the land, so that it doth make 1002|Filth within itself, and the pure air 1002|Sinks down into it, as a sea 'gainst a well. 1002|Under high Lemnos, by the Grace duly gilt 1002| ======================================== SAMPLE 21760 ======================================== 1469|The world 1469|Died silent in the hour of woe, 1469|Then began in murmurous moan. 1469|The wind 1469|Blew the leaves under; and a noise of wings 1469|Filleted the trees. And the dead things 1469|Threw up 1469|On the wind-shaken thorns their bladders. 1469|A noise of wings! A noise of wings! 1469|The grass-blade stirs! The cloven thorns 1469|Drain their purple quarts upon the earth, 1469|As if to drown the dead things. 1469|The grass-blade blanched the withered grass; 1469|The cloven thorns unclasped themselves; 1469|The grass-blade clapt its pinions down, 1469|And up, and up, and back, and forth - 1469|A terrible whine, a whine, a whine! 1469|And the dead things whirled along the air. 1469|And the grass burst into bloom, and the dead things 1469|Blossomt in the earth. 1469|And all the ways of it, the ways thereof, 1469|Were filled with odour of flowers, and benediction: 1469|White, the aspen's bents were budded, 1469|White, the dingle's walls were fringed, 1469|Roses blossomt o'er the ground. 1469|All the hedgerows the sunsets hentered, 1469|All the hedgerows, the hills, 1469|Ran a liquid murmur; and the wood-birds sang, 1469|Whence the voice of me was conscious. 1469|And out of nothing came the music, the song; 1469|And the winds came, 1469|Grizzled and ruffled; and the wood-birds sang, 1469|Whence my soul was conscious. 1469|I have seen a thing, 1469|And know what it is not; 1469|I have walked on death's dim path, 1469|And known what it is not. 1469|I have known things, 1469|Brought to me from the dark; 1469|I have seen a thing, 1469|And felt what it is not; 1469|Out of nothing came the music, the song; 1469|And the wind came, 1469|Grizzled and ruffled; and the wood-birds sang, 1469|Whence my soul was conscious. 1469|But I knew not, in those days, 1469|That there lives in things and ways 1469|Something in them not subsistent, 1469|Still, as in our life of July, 1469|We may feel what has not been, 1469|When we look on things that are, 1469|As we look on things, now. 1469|Then on the road of life, 1469|As now on the road of being, 1469|We may know what can not die; 1469|If we will count not well, 1469|The count we can not know; 1469|Then on the road we may go 1469|With our thoughts and our senses, 1469|With our spirits and our heart, 1469|We but look it and know not. 1469|I have gone to the hills of a city, 1469|The hills of the city, 1469|Caring not for the distance; 1469|Not being satisfied 1469|With the beauty of the sight; 1469|Being contented 1469|With the touch of the hand: 1469|And now come to me in my sleep, 1469|Caring not for the distance; 1469|I have come for a little space 1469|To a city of a street, 1469|And a night-bird sings in my ear, 1469|And the light is in the eyes. 1469|And the way is long, and the work is hard, 1469|And never a doubt, O City, 1469|And never a shadow of fear 1469|Shall ever come near to me, O City, 1469|And I shall but go as I come. 1469|I have come to a city of a street, 1469|A street where the sunlight dies 1469|And night ======================================== SAMPLE 21770 ======================================== A 25153|"The only fault I see in the plan which I am now proposing 25153|is in the execution. I saw, this morning, from Dr. 25153|Riggs, the head of the chemists in this city, that you were 25153|considering giving up the project. I have not heard of anything 25153|else. There will be trouble if we lose him. We do not know, 25153|and we are all in agreement on that point." 25153|"We will get him at last, and make him ready for _ours_. And then, 25153|though it cost him his life and that of his wife and daughter, he 25153|will take no danger of losing it. For the moment we have a 25153|disgrace so large as to make a name for us." 25153|Riggs, the master chemist, who had now finished, sat down. 25153|the scene on the spot, which is at one time a house, a farm, 25153|the house and the farm, and at other times a building site. 25153|A woman, in relation to whom the doctor has been talking, 25153|is seen sitting alone near a fountain; on this she is evidently 25153|reluctantly. The old woman seems a member of the class of poor 25153|who have been forgotten and who is being looked after. She is 25153|nodding her head and is looking up into the sky. She is about 25153|the age of the oldest man in America. Her name is often 25153|appraised in the courts of law, and is called the "Rosy Couple's 25153|daughter. 25153|She is looking her best, and she has, besides, her spectacles in her 25153|hands, her hair flowing neatly round her delicate face. 25153|Her eyes are fair, wide, and very wise, and so full of color, 25153|all of which are thrown into a particular form. 25153|"Ah, Doctor! what is this I see? 25153|"It is very strange, I know; 25153|"If this can be, what is it has made you so?" 25153|"It is a pair of eyes, I see; 25153|"They have a look which cannot be long forgot." 25153|"Ah, if 'twas so, is this your head?" 25153|"I know." 25153|"And do you think I shall be satisfied with this?" 25153|"Oh! what a pair of little eyes!" 25153|Thus, for the time being, the old man's heart was filled with 25153|comfort, and his eyes were fixed upon that which was before his 25153|"I will give you good advice if it be my fate to take it; 25153|"Let me make it in the morning, when the light is growing mild, 25153|But it is a bad advice, however, and it will not do any good. 25153|"I hope you don't think it a bad advice, however, but I do. 25153|But I'll give you a hint." 25153|"What is that?" 25153|"You see that, in the morning, what _you are_ is entirely 25153|unimportant." 25153|"Do you know of what you are?" 25153|the old man asked. 25153|"Yes," the old man said. 25153|"How to build a city?" 25153|"I can tell you," answered the old man, "but in time I wish to 25153|speak out." 25153|"I don't know of anything," said the old man. 25153|"I know what I can tell you." 25153|"I don't know what I can tell you," said the old man. 25153|"I think there is nothing you can build," said the old man, "and 25153|will save you?" 25153|"I'll build a city," said the old man. 25153|"But that can't be until the day's red lightning flashes." 25153|"That will not go so well," answered the old man. 25153|"I'll build a city, Doctor!" 25153|"Do you build one?" asked the doctor. 25153|The old man laughed a little, "Yes, but you don't build it 25153|"You're very brave, you know," said the child, "but you may not ======================================== SAMPLE 21780 ======================================== 38566|Vita regina cum miserae moenia meisisti. 38566|Ego cum uiri superas mea uota mea 38566|Conspexit conubium, nec piam plura meis. 38566|In hoc mihi spernis quamque mea mea meis est. 38566|Ego cum conspensio nulla mea meis est. 38566|Undique ipse meo paratus habere audax 38566|Per fugiam, quom egentem deus idem est. 38566|In hoc mihi, nisi me paribus malis eram. 38566|Nam neque me norint amisisse moriendo, 38566|Inuento nec tam bona, nec tam pura moror. 38566|Ex inuentura deam simulare meos, 38566|Deus, at ipso sic deus me non moror. 38566|Ergo, et ea me praelia meis, et non meis. 38566|Nam mihi sint me: a me meis est moror. 38566|Illam et mihi sint magis meis est; ea mihi quod meis est. 38566|Nam mihi daretur nec me sequitur, nec mea meis est. 38566|Non tam magis, nisi me, nec me non est. 38566|Illam et magis meis est moror. 38566|Illam et mihi mens illam et magis meis est; 38566|Deus, at ipso sic deus me non moror. 38566|Nequus me non moror at meus meis est. 38566|Quippe non moror; non sine meis est moror. 38566|Nequus moror moratur: non est idem est meis. 38566|Illam et mihi sunt mors, quod est ad me est. 38566|Nequus mors eius: mihi mors est nisi me. 38566|Omnis in illo mihi, me non est, me non est. 38566|Omnis et mihi in illo mors est nisi me. 38566|Cantali deus: pias non, me, alium mei est. 38566|Illam et mihi illam et mihi meis est. 38566|Omnis esse meus est, mihi esse meus est. 38566|Deus, at ipso sic deus me non moror.] 38566|Non est ut ulla est lege quod mihi meis est. 38566|Illam et mihi mihi meis est moror.] 38566|Et mihi sint nec me, nec me si quid meis est, 38566|Ex in somnis moror: non est tam non sine meis est. 38566|Non est esse, mihi sunt mors, meis est moror.] 38566|Ut mihi deus est; et mihi non est; non est tam non sine meis est.] 38566|In illam mihi, nec me, non est, me non est. 38566|Hoc ego par caede mihi nec mihi meis est.] 38566|Cum fera, nec me nec mihi est meis est.-- 38566|Nam mihi sunt ferii; sed tamen o meis est.] 38566|Illam et uidet mortem; nec mihi non est; 38566|Illam, nec mihi meis est; omnes meis est.] 38566|Nilius, ubi mihi non est nisi meis est. 38566|Viden ut mihi, quo me par ceu qui metus est. 38566|Ergo, cum me non est; quo me non est meis est.] 38566|Deus, at ipso sic deus me non est. 38566|Tu quoque suas in illam, quo me non est; 38566|Non, nec mihi est; quo me non est sine meis est.] 38566|Talis ibi meis est: at meis est est mi: 38566 ======================================== SAMPLE 21790 ======================================== 8187|"And what, with such a troop at hand, 8187|"Should not the king's in the right? 8187|"This may be a foolish thought, 8187|"But, then, to set sail from home, 8187|"And, where's the good of towing? 8187|"What is a nation in all that fleet?-- 8187|"A band of miscreants and sots, 8187|"Who when they come to England, fly, 8187|"Then sink on land, and then on sea, 8187|"And the nation's a prey to pirates' hands! 8187|"Alas! that such thoughts e'er arose, 8187|"As should my bosom's own peace tear; 8187|"That the right, which we wisely own, 8187|"Is to be sought and found in England too long denied; 8187|"It is too long delayed while that race of sots 8187|"Have left their king on the throne of England too long. 8187|"And now this chance presents itself, a league off, 8187|"To keep, at home and in England's sight, our peace; 8187|"If, like us, the white-rob'd race, too long 8187|"Have left the throne of England to rot in Spain; 8187|"While France and the Christian Church still keep, at home, 8187|"The right to keep the English throne from Spain away; 8187|"To bid all peace for a moment expire 8187|"And leave to the Saxon, if he will, his throne, 8187|"For, tho' he be foul of his own soul, 8187|"The one thing he dreads the most of all, 8187|"Is the power to make war with France, which has made war 8187|"Before to his people the Saxon hath left him; 8187|"With his crown and his banners unfurl'd, 8187|"Till England himself, from her throne, 8187|"Shall bless him for the same of his own in the West! 8187|"For I've seen with my own eyes, and I've seen day 8187|"And night, with my sight, a whole fleet of fleets sail on, 8187|"With all their banners, battles, and cruisers, out of 8187|"Thro' the shores of Europe rolling, as thro' the West, 8187|"And all but their own--their ships and their flags-- 8187|"Sunk in its bosom and strewn o'er the world in the sea;-- 8187|"They can conquer not France, but they can conquer Spain; 8187|"And tho' you and I fight in the name 8187|"Of our Creator, God, we can make it less 8187|"For those who have left us for other purposes here. 8187|"But my voice, as I come at your palace, will cry, 8187|"_To the man that weeps and fears, 8187|"To the man that weeps and fears!_ 8187|"Bravely to the end may the Saxon bend, 8187|"And swear a great oath to make peace between us; 8187|"But, spite of his faith, and his honor's worth, 8187|"Let the Pagan swear an oath again, to break it!" 8187|Then, round his white arm hung a staff of gold, 8187|And thus, with a smile of joy, 8187|"To the man that weeps and fears! 8187|"And now, dear lad, the first of a hundred, my 8187|"And then farewell for evermore! 8187|"Go, race some thousand years in the race and 8187|"Till your hoofs in the dust display 8187|"Whatever your ancestors have been, and 8187|"Your blood goes down to the earth's last man! 8187|"Oh, 'twere a happy chance to have heard the voice of a bird, 8187|"Some lonely place, where the voice of his song is never heard; 8187|"For as yet we know no sound of a human voice but his, 8187|"And none of the fowls the voice of our bird can utter be! 8187|"But, oh! _if he_ could sing, we should hear all night long, ======================================== SAMPLE 21800 ======================================== 4253|I would have felt it, as I'm hurt, 4253|As I'm dead: 4253|Yet what are you? What to me? 4253|Your life, man! 4253|It is so long; 4253|You've such a way,-- 4253|I will not doubt you always 4253|The longer gone, 4253|For all your trouble, 4253|And all the time. 4253|But how you will! 4253|We'll stand so near 4253|Your way, no fear: 4253|But wait to hear you 4253|The clearer grown. 4253|Ah, what an angel 4253|You'll be when I am dead! 4253|If I had the right to live, 4253|I'd rather be the angel 4253|I've been this many a day, 4253|Than anything else. 4253|What's your name? Why, Jack. 4253|Well, it's something like that, you see; 4253|I mean-- 4253|Why, what's your age? 4253|We're old enough! 4253|And you? What's your name? 4253|That's right, Jack. 4253|When you're old-- 4253|You must die! 4253|You think I'll die, 4253|And leave you with the rest, I guess? 4253|If not, God bless me, go away, 4253|No need of my rebuke! 4253|Yet know that you'll be lonely; 4253|You'll see 4253|No more my face-- 4253|And this is Jack to my face! 4253|You mustn't go, Jack, at all, 4253|To-morrow, for the church-bells are ringing, Jack, 4253|No, but- 4253|And you won't? ... Ah, well! 4253|If not, God bless you, and all the same, 4253|I'll laugh 4253|At all the fun you have been having! 4253|But here's one who'll never die: 4253|Not you-- 4253|So, all's right! 4253|Good-bye. How many miles, Jack? 4253|I thought they'd tell us it was nine o'clock. 4253|The sun was out! 4253|Don't go so soon! 4253|I must be off to say something good-by 4253|Before my tale falls through, 4253|And you have missed your supper. 4253|You called me Jack, then? A nice name. 4253|But not quite 4253|On Father's farm,--you and I 4253|Were brother and sister. 4253|Perhaps you never knew me Jack, 4253|But my name 4253|Is always nice, 4253|It's a funny trick 4253|There's always time, 4253|You don't mind, 4253|You don't mind, 4253|I know a lot 4253|I know a lot 4253|I know a lot 4253|I know a lot 4253|But Jack knows a lot 4253|I know a lot 4253|The very same 4253|She didn't say-- 4253|Oh, I understand 4253|The very same, 4253|And so do you. 4253|He used to talk like that. 4253|You should know what Jack said then. 4253|I had always known; 4253|This time, he seemed so cross! 4253|It wasn't much. 4253|No, I didn't say "God bless you." 4253|"But listen," he said, 4253|"Listen, Jack. I knew a lot of things, Jack, 4253|But a devil of things you was, 4253|And I've heard much. 4253|"I've never known things all, Jack, 4253|There was that whole thing about God, Jack. 4253|How do I know what, 4253|And what about you? 4253|You might know something too. 4253|But I know not what Jack said then." 4253|It sounded like a joke. 4253|I'm not joking, I. 4253|But I was, I confess, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 21810 ======================================== 25458|With an ass's head. 25458|'Twas late in the morning; 25458|"What will you give me then," 25458|Mabel exclaimed, with wonder; 25458|"Now I fear my mother,--" 25458|"Oh, never, Madam, do you!" 25458|"I can't give you up, you fool! 25458|We have nothing but tea, 25458|If you only knew! 25458|"To make you think of something 25458|You've already tried: 25458|Now give me my tea." 25458|In just three hours, at least, 25458|Mabel made a pudding; 25458|"What?" said the poor old dame; 25458|"What, pudding or pie, 25458|The poor old dame must needs fear, 25458|Poor poor Madam, I fear; 25458|"And now I'll let you know,-- 25458|If I have what now I need, 25458|And it's not money, 25458|I'm sure good luck will strike 25458|That poor, old, old woman out!" 25458|A little boy ran up the stairs one day, 25458|And, knocking at Mabel's chamber door, 25458|Announced himself, "My name is Tilly, mamma, 25458|And I've come, if you'll let me, to play; 25458|Come take a bath, and brush your head." 25458|"Oh!" said the dame, with anger in her look, 25458|"I'd like to tell you, dear Tilly, 25458|That I'm very sorry, my dear child, 25458|That you live with such a naughty boy." 25458|A little boy ran up the stairs one day, 25458|And knocking at Mabel's chamber door, 25458|Announced himself, "My name is Tilly, mamma, 25458|And I've come if you'll let me, dear mamma, 25458|Play on the ball I knocked upon so dear." 25458|"Oh!" said the dame with anger in her look, 25458|"You'll never believe this; 25458|You'll think this is very strange! 25458|No, you'll swear that I'm as wicked as you are!" 25458|The little boy ran to his bedroom after, 25458|And knocking on the window panes loud, 25458|Said in a little voice, "I'm Tilly, mamma, 25458|And I'm your honest boy, be very quiet." 25458|The dame stood in the doorway with eyes aflame, 25458|And thus to the boy she did refer, 25458|"If I were as good as I ought to be, 25458|The devil I'd not be such a naughty dame!" 25458|The naughty dame thought thus, and thought thus, 25458|"Oh! I'm sure I'm very happy, my dear Tilly; 25458|There are things in life, I'm very sure, 25458|Which my poor little Tom would never be." 25458|Till one day he ran away from home, 25458|And wandered far and wide, 25458|To look for him some men would take in hand, 25458|And lead him to the stake. 25458|To tell you truth, the people cried, 25458|When some old witch he spied. 25458|He said, "Mother my life is over; 25458|Oh! here's to me, my dear!" 25458|There came an old woman from her home, 25458|Who prayed for her young son, 25458|And told him in a word to run, 25458|Or she would burn his ears. 25458|The witch went to his mother, then 25458|To her, my Tilly, she looked, 25458|And quickly she began to scream, 25458|The noise went round about. 25458|"I'll cast you in the churchyard now, 25458|As bad a thing as I can; 25458|My son! my son, I can't help this; 25458|If you come here you'll hear him! 25458|And there's a baby in the church! 25458|I'll roast you up, and boil you up, 25458|And when I've done, you'll ======================================== SAMPLE 21820 ======================================== 18238|That all the hills are bound. 18238|I am all that's wilder in me 18238|And prouder, and sadder, 18238|Because I am the child 18238|Of the soul in me. 18238|So, when God, to make my song, 18238|Calls me the choicest song 18238|'Gainst foes fierce and blind, 18238|I lift the challenge like a sword 18238|That smites the staunchest foe, 18238|And sing to try the might 18238|Of what is hard as death. 18238|And if I fail in this, I fail 18238|And that is all my failing, 18238|No matter; that is worse. 18238|That is the thing I sing; 18238|The only thing I falter from 18238|That is the greatest failing 18238|Of all my song. 18338|"O thou most terrible of a name, 18338|That hath such stammerings and stammerings, 18338|And then again 18338|Answered loud and deep 18338|With thunders and thunders of thy powers, 18338|And never again 18338|Moves thy lips as thou wert when thou wast thine!" 18338|"All this I owe to nothing but one thing; 18338|A fair love that was not so much thine 18338|As love that knows the value of things. 18338|It is the hour of the sun and the dew, 18338|The evening of the day and the light, 18338|And I must go with nothing beside 18338|But this small circle of the sea. 18338|"For in the sun's clear shining when it mounts 18338|The hills of heaven make way; 18338|And in the light that shines through the dew 18338|My little heart's within my little arms." 18338|"The sun must rise or set; the day must shine, 18338|The birds repeat their songs and drowse; 18338|I am the sun that is glad to take 18338|The smallest portion of the night." 18338|"I am the dew that is golden in thy hair, 18338|I am the night that is still beneath thy feet; 18338|Thy love is a night that is long and deep, 18338|Thy silence is more than sleep can be." 18338|The night must go or it will never come; 18338|I am the night that is sad as I may go; 18338|Thy love is a night that will leave no sigh; 18338|The sky is a tree and the wind is not; 18338|"I am the dew that is golden in thy hair 18338|Who knows what it may forget, 18338|For I am the day that is faint and white 18338|And thou art the sweet green sea? 18338|Is this this night? yet even this was free, 18338|If it could be; 18338|O, would it were night, too! 18338|Where is there more that may be?" 18338|Why does my vision of love 18338|Drip down the years and change them? 18338|Why does the flower that shone 18338|Seem faded in a glow? 18338|Why didst thou leave the dream 18338|That is so sweet to me? 18338|Why is the hope I knew 18338|Thy promise so denied? 18338|"I had," thou sayst; but why? 18338|What wilt thou do with her, 18338|The one whose heart is thine, 18338|That I might do and do well, 18338|Perform and be fulfilled? 18338|The rose of my desire 18338|Is wet upon thy brow; 18338|Mine eyelashes are wet too; 18338|Mine arms are weak and cold. 18338|Ah, wherefore should I wed 18338|The world's dark clouds and storms? 18338|"I have," thou say'st; but why? 18338|What wilt thou do with me? 18338|The heart that thou hast got 18338|Wins and will gladly take 18338|All that it is fit 18338|To win from fate or fate."-- 18338|Was it not strange love? 18338|We know thee ======================================== SAMPLE 21830 ======================================== 28375|To aught within thy might, and might'st rejoice, 28375|A soul like to the Godhead is begot. 28375|To thy own light, which is at first, of all 28375|The world ere made, I'll be thy light; and so 28375|That thou, at times some good or other thought 28375|Of self, may'st be the theme of thy devine. 28375|Thy true, and living, eyes with life and heat 28375|Shall shine, with a most sacred heat, on me; 28375|Thy face the clouds, whereof the fairest makes 28375|Her sweetest play; and, with her rays, our homes 28375|Shall bloom; and in their bowers us children dwell. 28375|To whom thy soul, the God-sent, is a child 28375|Which God, too, sendeth to him, and hath 28375|Made pure, and puret, and fair, and pure from sin. 28375|To me, and to thy son, the future light 28375|Of our high estate, that we shall see 28375|The sun when light's not, to day, or night; 28375|Or if the stars shine only, not the hour 28375|Which they by his celestial beams do make. 28375|Oft have I wandered with a fervent mind, 28375|To learn, what shall I deem true worth--and seek 28375|Whate'er may give satisfaction; but not one 28375|Hath yet with me satisfied, except the mind 28375|Or the intelligence of Deity. 28375|Then what's the soul of man, he says--O'erheard 28375|The praise of angels and of saints, and spits 28375|At all the praise! The soul, the first and best 28375|Of things, and of God most, can never know 28375|Too much that would divert it from her seat: 28375|No--let it be true and wholesome as pure 28375|As is her soul, not made to excel, 28375|And, like some sacred light, to shine more bright, 28375|Bespeak the glory of her light, and yet 28375|Be holy, and yet be fair: such is the 28375|Art, which, like angels, on the mind doth fix 28375|Its eye, and makes with skill, what it apprehend. 28375|But, how it works, it's not understood, 28375|Nor how to work, who comprehendeth nought. 28375|When the great mind of man (which I know not how, 28375|Or only God's, but this my knowledge's best) 28375|As 'tis made up of simple rods and bolts, 28375|And, all joined up, to a great central point, 28375|And thus, all working by the law of one, 28375|Puts back the other, with himself mixed up, 28375|Till each points outward to each, that all may be 28375|Turn'd to what it is, and what it points to, 28375|Intended or not, in part or whole; 28375|And yet the central point remains unchanged, 28375|And all the world is formed, and, more, that all 28375|Must, from some base or point, be made to bow, 28375|And are not free. 28375|For though they've not souls, yet they're so joined 28375|To each other, and all to this end, 28375|That if one point of being be divided, 28375|Or made as 't were a rule, which all must follow, 28375|The others all may feel the yoke--and the soul 28375|Which, when it is knit to others' elements, 28375|Is like some great central mountain, and holds 28375|The universe in one, is all so knit 28375|To the most mighty Deity, there need is 28375|No other law for taking him away. 28375|The stars, which are the stars of heaven, 28375|Which they are, are round and solid too. 28375|Thus, when their bodies have been changed, 28375|They're still, but what they were before. 28375|Some say the sun and moon are wax, 28375|And these, wax, and iron, fire, and brass, 28375|All, made for these ======================================== SAMPLE 21840 ======================================== 8672|The snow-white rose, 8672|The garden paths of white-- 8672|The snow-white rose that I have loved 8672|From the first dawn I wooed to be. 8672|He knew too much, I think, 8672|That I was too small, 8672|And he laughed at my ease, 8672|And left me to wail and to wail, 8672|Till by and by he turned his face, 8672|And I saw his tears, and I saw 8672|How he sank and I rose among 8672|The weeds and the snow. 8672|How often from that morning light 8672|We rose and came together once again, 8672|With a sweet-heart look and a smile-- 8672|A face as white as the whitest snow. 8672|How many a love-light in your eyes 8672|Held a golden promise!--still you weep! 8672|And I never again shall see him there, 8672|Sleeping, soft on my bosom, sweetheart, 8672|Laid on the cold dead hearth, or at rest,-- 8672|Till I die of the snow again. 8672|All along that woodlit lane 8672|The wind went crying; 8672|And there was not a breath to break 8672|The stillness-- 8672|It seemed a moaning of spirits 8672|That seemed to say: 8672|"We are waiting, 'neath the blight 8672|Of the falling firs, 8672|At the gates of Flanders far away-- 8672|Far away-- 8672|Where the hills are bare, and the hills 8672|Are whispering to the sea. 8672|And, hark!--the boughs are swaying, 8672|And the birds are gone; 8672|Yet the sun shines never a jot 8672|On this same place now. 8672|"But the hills are not made over 8672|In the misty road; 8672|So some one, who lives by the shore, 8672|Waits forever, or he'll come 8672|And spoil her dreams." 8672|'Tis a year already since I left her side, 8672|Yet she comes back never another word-- 8672|Hands on my breast, and silent--the same? 8672|Does she miss me as she used to do? 8672|She seems as if she found me broken-hearted, 8672|And yet she smiles, she shines like a bride, 8672|You can read a heart in the eyes of a bride, 8672|And that's the reason she loves me at all. 8672|I'm going away and all the way I go, 8672|Seeing so many fair people and so few: 8672|I know it's only the city I've left behind, 8672|But every day brings new thoughts to my mind, 8672|New hopes to my hopeless bosom grown true, 8672|And all life seems full of an ending kind, 8672|And there's much death for each man's soul to give. 8672|As I go I wish my days in the city grew 8672|As the days of the days I used to know, 8672|And when I came back after walking through the town 8672|The old town seemed so changed, so changed and grown 8672|That I had the fear I'd never see it again, 8672|But that each day I looked out of my window 8672|To the face of some new living thing or other. 8672|I never can quite put back the old life 8672|Because the things that made it so great seem now 8672|So strange and out of the way, and there was none 8672|So dear in all things else but her, to and fro 8672|While she with me talked life and nothing else, 8672|In all youth's aspirations, in life's triumphs, 8672|In all joys beyond all human art. 8672|Why do I love her so? her eyes, her mouth and hair, 8672|The way she looks round my head all day long; 8672|The way she's holding my face towards the sky 8672|While I am thinking of nothing else beside, 8672|While I look at her and can't understand 8672|Why she needs all these loving hands ======================================== SAMPLE 21850 ======================================== 24869|With all the saints who in that home abide, 24869|That they would seek the lady still. 24869|The mighty saint, of holy lore, 24869|With reverent palm to palm applied, 24869|With fervent hand and reverent head 24869|The lord of men began to pray. 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ to the lady went, 24869|And kindly took her hand in this: 24869|“With all thy might thou waitest now, 24869|But sure, O lady of the skies, 24869|No less to seek the Rishis’ queen 24869|Than this fair sea is to ours. 24869|Now all thy prayers that to her go, 24869|And with thy soft speech the queen address, 24869|We grant that, in this sea that flows 24869|The Sire, the Lord of Gods, may see 24869|Thy hope, and may consent, that thou 24869|Mayst still her presence share with us, 24869|Yea, grant that with the living there 24869|In blissful realms of heaven thou stay.” 24869|The lady ceased: her hand Kishkindhir took, 24869|And, with a suppliant bow, her nod she bent. 24869|Then on the sea that shone with bright spray 24869|She gave her way to shore. 24869|The saint, with reverent eye and word, 24869|Stood by her as she left the shore. 24869|To all who went with her the while 24869|From east to west they left that spot, 24869|And as they to the west would go, 24869|All the holy saints who dwell in air, 24869|With pure and living water bathe. 24869|Canto XLI. The Cleaver. 24869|The blessed saints gave forth their care 24869|In many a glorious shower, 24869|As, of the gods bereft and lost, 24869|The mighty ones are changed to flowers. 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ with a glorious smile 24869|Entreated her as she strayed, 24869|And, as she pondered on her vow, 24869|This answer for the lady said: 24869|“Now, since thou needst not, Rishyaśring, 24869|I will not cast an idle eye: 24869|O’er many a sea and many a hill 24869|My task will swiftly be fulfilled. 24869|But if it is thy purpose long 24869|To go with me to Rishadhú, 24869|My kindly care will still forbear 24869|To let the mighty saint be lost. 24869|A thousand days I know my power, 24869|But one of two is still my will. 24869|Now as the holy ones return 24869|To the firm home whereof thou art, 24869|My swiftest speed shall be appointed 24869|The way where thou thy steps hast bent, 24869|By thy dear feet to tread again, 24869|So, Rishyaśring, shalt thou rest 24869|And prosper in the hours to be, 24869|Like a lion’s lurking place 24869|Where the king’s warriors of his train 24869|Rave like the thunder in the sky. 24869|Then when thou hast my answer made, 24869|To great Vaśishṭha I will go.” 24869|When Lakshmaṇ had, his mind to speed, 24869|That saint of piety addressed, 24869|He bade the pious man adieu. 24869|Then to the holy men who knew 24869|The mighty task to go on, 24869|He urged their utmost speed to haste, 24869|And, the day’s night o’er, the pair 24869|Returned to the pleasant isle again 24869|Whose walls the king’s envoys crown. 24869|They reached it after every need, 24869|But, on arrival there, they found 24869|That, as they stood, Vaśishṭha there 24869|In all the gloom had laid him down. 24869|Then, by his dear son his guide 24869|As to the blissful isle he hied. 24869|There, Rishyaś ======================================== SAMPLE 21860 ======================================== 29358|And with many men: and so he had for wife a damsel fair and wise. 29358|But all his strength he fain would have set forth on an unknown road, 29358|And on the world for wealth had plow'd his youth's sweet native bed, 29358|Or else had sought the sea with his fair face beset with noble deeds, 29358|That he might set in birth a king and take his birthright home; 29358|Or else had made his home-land fairer than the ancient days, 29358|Or else had won the best land of Italy, and known 29358|The kingliest house, and most renowned was this young Sicanian. 29358|But on the sea-beach there stood the town of Crassus old, 29358|A famous town, and built, for ever wondrous strange; for there 29358|The Trojan-kings had their home-hold, there the strong-hearted Romans. 29358|There all their fathers' ashes now were on the sacred altars strown, 29358|And all their children's ashes; such a fame had old Crassus gained. 29358|And thereupon all of that old town, the rich and lofty-minded, 29358|Bared the fair hair of those that wist of many a vanished time 29358|And of the folk of Troy: and they that knew them well, and knew 29358|The name of slain Lavinian Hector, and had seen him fall 29358|Before the foe, and slain before the Trojan lines, they wist 29358|Enough had these of things in all their sight: and some with eyes 29358|Open to new wonders. 29358|But now the folk of Crassus gan them uprose in all a-gleam, 29358|And on his brow a wonder wrought high, for unto him they heard 29358|Old time upon his grave-stone such a word as men there-after 29358|Would unto the Gods: and a great marvel was thereof, I ween, 29358|But that the people of the city had nought of things to tell. 29358|Then they that wist of things for wise, when so he bade them up, 29358|Drew out the wain, and bound it round the heads of the men so bold, 29358|And all about the altar, by the altars: and therewithal 29358|Unto his memory it came that all the Trojan men were come; 29358|So were there thrust by all fingers and by all a-breast the wall 29358|And bared the arms about him. 29358|Then Venus, woman-bred, the lady of the golden locks, 29358|Drew nigh, and said: 'O Muse, O son of Peleus, that were 29358|For all thy love, I pray thee, let thy soul of power forget 29358|Thy love and for valour, and the manhood of the dead, 29358|So that a while come round; and, if by any hand thou may, 29358|I will give thee the head of one of thy great warlike men, 29358|Who in the Trojan day was slain in that oft-fought-for land.' 29358|And so the name of great Crassus fell from off his noble head; 29358|And after with a voice of high forewarning and great wail, 29358|Unto the altars' sound, in his utter silence he said: 29358|'Hearken, all that have suffered most, great men indeed they all, 29358|And now, by thee, in this their death, they lie upon the earth, 29358|Who in their turn shall perish in war: of a truth, I wis, 29358|For one whom I have slain by a proud hand as I were coming, 29358|Whom e'en to this day I cannot make to rise to life again: 29358|Yea, and the mighty Hector, so doth he in his life endure 29358|And not for long; but evermore shall leave the field of fight, 29358|And on a heap of ashes lie the dead, his children dear. 29358|And if thou wert of Argos or of Troy, or by my might art come 29358|And if thou art a thing of Troy, I am the son of a god; 29358|I am the same that at my birth from the beginning grew, 29358|Whom the same God of ======================================== SAMPLE 21870 ======================================== 10602|Her owne eyes, or what the fyrst could be 10602|Within her beautee, or what might more ensew 10602|Her face, when as the sun had daungerne the sheen 10602|Of shew-shining phoebe, and the shew-shewe 10602|Of golden th'Enthusar, had not the wyde 10602|Muse, whom all things beauty sheweth, daunced. 10602|In such a scapes of honour, neyther shewn, 10602|But faire and fayre, fairer than before; 10602|For as therewith to do her honour shone 10602|The brighte eyes of shew-ward Phoebus, so there 10602|Upon her bosome sat a fairer starre; 10602|And all her light, in such perfection rayned, 10602|Did such display ever as night or day. 10602|That nymph had of that bright region had 10602|The art, to colour both her hart and face 10602|With bright chrystaline, and of his hue 10602|That faire she was, yet did contain within 10602|VVhen she had sat, and by her state of state 10602|Slighty of such glorie, as might be seene 10602|Of royal emperiall, but now seem'd 10602|The humble blisse of those gentle twas, 10602|That might to all goodnesse of grace aspire 10602|To make fair ones beautifullnesse and might 10602|To all goodnesse of glorie, did incline. 10602|The hart, which as her eyes had seen the same, 10602|She was a-born to look on, as I her hart, 10602|Went on with it at leisure; for ne could 10602|There be a duller, ne might there be a lamer. 10602|There was no want of honour at her mayden: 10602|Nor was there need; for she was clad in greene, 10602|Of colour, and so goodly of verie blis 10602|As might be fitly fit for her chamber bright, 10602|And for her beddes seat, fairer seem'd than day. 10602|Therein she had her couches, and thereon was white, 10602|And here and there the fayre nectarinesse 10602|Hung fearefull, as it were, for them to feare; 10602|The which she had with her fillen in some urn, 10602|In pouerte whereon she lay prone in rest. 10602|Fair was her face, fairer than the day, 10602|And yet all fairer then that day or night; 10602|All fairer than that day, fairest of all, 10602|For which faire Paradise her mayden had, 10602|And all the world were as a blind blind man soven 10602|Her liege lord, to blind, but she had cause to lye. 10602|And when he saw her, he made his chere 10602|Fro that she was, that all the scepter had 10602|And sceptre of the world, his owne hart, 10602|Wherin he might not be disconfin'd. 10602|So long he staid, there was no breaking yet 10602|Or deed of tisemed war, but he would sieke, 10602|Nor in the deepe time be gone, but stayed lene, 10602|Till eet from the high-pitched courteis wilde 10602|The dill-dill bells shoulde greeve the celleis dee. 10602|And so he soughte upon the redde steep, 10602|And thus the laste battle was begun: 10602|"What maiest thou, sweet Sone, this war, thoghte 10602|Thy might, thogh thow fearest, for thoghtes seye 10602|Thou fearest nought, yet knowest thou nane; 10602|Thy might, thogh thow fearest all, yet feareth nane." 10602|Therewille at last had he been long to done, 10602|The battle, which of him mordred no more, 10602| ======================================== SAMPLE 21880 ======================================== A wise and good man 26785|Hath said, 26785|"You have made your soul a fool 26785|So that it would not play 26785|The fool's part as we would; 26785|And now that we have made it true, 26785|Your soul must play no more. 26785|The rest are fools of whom I say 26785|The word; 26785|They played the fool in the play, 26785|But did not understand." 26785|He is a poet of the sort whose words, 26785|Like showers of rainbow colors, 26785|Flourish in the sunny words 26785|Of one who has understood 26785|What he has written of-- 26785|The man who loves his country and his God; 26785|And his utterance is like a fountain 26785|Of splendors on a mountain height 26785|Wherein the sunlight pours and the spray 26785|Of the river gold is washed away. 26785|For "heart within" is stronger than "outside," 26785|And he that speaks with heart that's true 26785|Is evermore beloved of God, 26785|And loved of God from the first. 26785|He is a poet of the sort whose words 26785|Tingeed with light the soul of others; 26785|And yet I fear that "hushed and deep" 26785|Are words for such as he; 26785|Who, in life's daily tasks put in, 26785|Makes "hush and break" in silence, 26785|Parks the slow watch of his watch 26785|Till the world is clean for him, 26785|And the "dwelling soul" he has spent 26785|Come back to him like morning mist. 26785|A "churning word" is like the "smoke in the lungs of learning," 26785|A "stark comparison" with his land is more to him; 26785|And his words are more to him than words to any man 26785|The man who loves his country and his God; 26785|Who, in life's daily tasks put in, 26785|Makes "hush and break" in silence, 26785|Parks the slow watch of his watch 26785|Till the world is clean for him, 26785|And the "dwelling soul" he has wasted 26785|Come back to him like morning mist. 26785|I have listened to his words 26785|And the wisdom of his thought, 26785|Having loved him in my youth, 26785|As I would not to tears 26785|Or a tear of knowledge crush; 26785|And I know that this earth's "glory and fair 26785|Is nothing but a mask of sin and shame," 26785|And I am not a "Christian!" O, I am a "Christian"! 26785|I am a "Christian!" and I know 26785|He who loves his country and his God! 26785|What is that I hear a-singing to me 26785|Across the twilight of that morning? 26785|It is the voice of the "Song of the Common," 26785|And I hear the music of it well. 26785|"I have fought with the Lord!" says the singer, 26785|"And He has given me healing and rest!" 26785|And the people hear him, as with an ache 26785|And an agony of the heart they feel, 26785|And they turn to the songs they grew up to sing 26785|For recollections of the good and wise, 26785|Who said, "The common men of the earth 26785|May not be swayed by gold." 26785|Oh, common songs! 26785|Wherever you are singing, I am sure 26785|The common things that fall into the hands 26785|Of the common people in the common ways 26785|Come into my mind--come into my heart, 26785|Like things I knew, 26785|And sometimes, they seem very beautiful 26785|And strange, and far beyond belief. 26785|And when I tell you all about it, 26785|Words fail, and thoughts come back to me; 26785|I know you'll find 26785|Whatever you are singing about 26785|In nature and in human life: 26785|The common things--the simple things-- 26785|The ======================================== SAMPLE 21890 ======================================== 13649|You and me, my darling, we! 13649|You and me,--and the devil, too! 13649|She laughed at God and man, 13649|She drank up wine and oil, 13649|And a black cloud was gathering over Spain. 13649|She is a child of laughter: 13649|There may be tears in her eyes, 13649|There may be cries of pain and loneliness; 13649|But the soul of her is burning, young and bold, 13649|Like that of the red and yellow peacock-cock 13649|Blowing his wings at a circus, taking part. 13649|As a ship upon the ocean, 13649|With sails of gold and shells of silver, 13649|Sails and wings of pearls, 13649|She with eyes of love and laughter, 13649|She with breasts of snow and hair of storm, 13649|Sails the great world. 13649|And in the far blue waters, 13649|And on the heights below her, 13649|Are written lines of stars and shadows, 13649|Song after song of love and wrong, 13649|Till the waters swell and the mountains grow, 13649|And the world grows fair. 13649|And far out in the dark waters, 13649|Trees grow, and fruit in the forest, 13649|And birds build nests. 13649|Under the green arch over her 13649|Stands a lonely temple, 13649|Where the golden sunbeam falls 13649|And the silver moonlight glints. 13649|'Mong the gray trees and the green leaves 13649|Are fragrant shrines of beauty, 13649|But far out in the night, 13649|By the lonely temple alone 13649|A maiden stands weeping. 13649|'Mong the gray trees and the green leaves 13649|One spot where holy devotees 13649|May kneel and kiss; 13649|A single spot and one forlorn, 13649|Yet a temple built of her desire. 13649|And the long night wind 13649|Of wandering clouds 13649|Is sighing near her shrine. 13649|Like the blue shadows that fall o'er the sea 13649|At sunset, when the sun goes down, 13649|Like those soft and silver stars she lies, 13649|Or, in the white, white moonlight, 13649|That seem like golden petals falling, 13649|Strive the dark clouds to scatter. 13649|Oh, beautiful sweetheart, 13649|So like it seems while it lies, 13649|So light it seems, and shining 13649|Like a light from the holy shrine, 13649|I fear the worst that may happen 13649|Within this stormy Heaven! 13649|The little moon shines on her, 13649|The stars are bright above her, 13649|But you would never know it, 13649|Since you are so beautiful! 13649|There was a little maiden, 13649|And a little maiden, 13649|And a little child was sleeping 13649|The stars were shining, 13649|The sun shone over the sea, 13649|But the little maiden and child 13649|Were both weeping, 13649|And, oh, the pitying sea, 13649|While it rocked them in its wrath. 13649|The little maiden slept, 13649|But the little child was weeping, 13649|And the sea rocked and rocked her 13649|While she rocked the heavens. 13649|I dreamt I was a king in days of yore, 13649|When we rode down the long golden miles: 13649|And I kept my head high, for I was a king, 13649|And all the rest was but a crowd of knaves. 13649|But now the people laugh and bicker and shake, 13649|And I dream I am a king--the world is so square, 13649|And it changes each day in its seasons of sun and showers. 13649|There is no change of weather. The changes in my feet, 13649|And in the glances of my eyes, would change the skies 13649|When I passed the gates of the world--to-morrow and to-day. 13649|I am a king, and I change season by season, 13649|To wear robes of colors and dyes, of gold and ======================================== SAMPLE 21900 ======================================== A day 42290|Beneath the golden-sanded earth, 42290|And under the golden air, 42290|With a little white-lilac flower 42290|Flushing his cheek, 42290|And the earth beneath his feet 42290|With a little white-lilac flower, 42290|When the wind blows 42290|Away--all his heart 42290|Is in the sea. 42290|And so, when evening darkens, 42290|On a little white-lilac flower 42290|He sits and watches 42290|To see the fishes swim, 42290|Their little bodies shining 42290|Like flakes of white, 42290|Bending and bending all together 42290|With the wind at their backs. 42290|I love you 42290|For your lips are so soft, 42290|And your eyes are so fair, 42290|And for your small hands, 42290|So small and frail 42290|You make up a heart 42290|To my head! 42290|Where are you now? 42290|Oh, you little flower, 42290|Do you remember that sea? 42290|Do you remember your home? 42290|Where is your home? 42290|And your home, my bird 42290|Is in the sea. 42290|The birds are free on the sea, 42290|Yet it is still a night of love! 42290|You were always so shy and so weak, 42290|Yet now you are sitting on your coral tree: 42290|I think it is love-time, 42290|Love-time,--love-time,--with love. 42290|Ah, little flower, 42290|A day of sweet love, 42290|And let us sit 42290|On this cool sea-beach, 42290|And make love with songs. 42290|If there were no blue sky, 42290|My flowers would all be dying, 42290|And you would lie in the sea-wave's bed, 42290|And we would all be sleeping in the wild. 42290|Now we know how much 42290|We must love--but if it were not love, 42290|Would the sea-bird's nest 42290|Have an answer to its crying? 42290|In the old time we used to wander together 42290|We used to sit beside the sea 42290|I loved flowers-- 42290|They planted now in a flower-palace 42290|And there I have gathered my sweet maidens. 42290|I love flowers, 42290|I love flowers, 42290|And I love to walk beside my maidens. 42290|In the old time we used to wander together; 42290|There was neither room for me nor him, 42290|And now I am lonely 42290|But when in my home 42290|I see my maidens 42290|I love flowers, 42290|And I love flowers 42290|And I love to walk beside my maidens. 42290|When we come to the garden of flowers, my dear, 42290|The spring's fresh breezes sweep over the garden ways; 42290|While through the trees in a dance of jasmines, 42290|My pretty pink-eared birds gather up their stores; 42290|And by the well, as the early sunbeams sweep 42290|Across the dahlia-beds and the purple iris-plight, 42290|We are dancing a jasmine-girdled dance of flowers. 42290|Little flower petals, white and golden and light, 42290|All twined together, 42290|And the bright gold is full of fire 42290|Like a silver casket. 42290|Little flower petals, red and silver and bright, 42290|I hear you laughing in the wind, 42290|And by the well, as the early sunbeams blow 42290|You are like an orange-flower. 42290|Little flower petals, white and golden and bright, 42290|O, the sun is shining on you now! 42290|And by the palm-tree-top, where the sunbeams smile, 42290|You are like a white-lilac-flower. 42290|Little flower petals, bright and shining in the sun, 42290|You are just like a white ======================================== SAMPLE 21910 ======================================== May the wind be with us still, 1280|That stirs the leaves to breathe and stirs the ground-- 1280|May the birds be with us still, 1280|That in our midst the summer sky. 1280|To-morrow is to-day, and you may go 1280|To-night, if you have nothing more to say 1280|For your eyes are blind for all the time, 1280|You are not there for what the wind may be 1280|That sweeps your heart along the sky. 1280|To-night has a meaning to it, you may say, 1280|And all the night's a dream-- 1280|The moon's a star at the end of a string, 1280|A string to which no bird's string is bent, 1280|And only the wind can change as well. 1280|There is no day, no night, and the wind blows the rain-- 1280|I cannot know if you are true or not, 1280|And I will not know you till all time is run 1280|So let us go on and on, my sister. 1280|And I was not there for all of it, 1280|That I never saw you in the night, 1280|And your eyes must have seen my face 1280|Once or twice at the fire, and in a dream. 1280|The woods will talk to us on every other day, 1280|They talk and call to us in every other day. 1280|I cannot tell what they are saying 1280|In the twilight, or what they are saying 1280|In the daytime; 1280|I only know that I am dreaming 1280|Of the infinite in every other day. 1280|The woods will talk to us if we leave our paths 1280|And roam out of the woods alone, 1280|When the trees are in tune or the winds are high, 1280|Or a great cloud or a little cloud, 1280|And one of us is wandering out of the woods 1280|If we wait to be told. 1280|If only one of them speaks out of itself 1280|It is only because it hears us at its breath. 1280|If two of them were in tune and you were not listening, 1280|It would seem that one was only afraid. 1280|For each of the three have things to say, 1280|It is the wind it speaks out when it hears us, 1280|Not the song of birds and the voice of the waters, 1280|That is only the one that is afraid. 1280|They will not tell us what they are saying 1280|But we must keep silent, I fear, 1280|For they cannot sing or speak, 1280|The woods will talk to us and every bird. 1280|And I will not hear what the wood says, 1280|If the wind but come one half as loud, 1280|If two or if two of them sing, 1280|It would give us another cry. 1280|For the wind will speak in the darkness, 1280|I wish I could hear it, to know it 1280|Where I am sleeping, 1280|How the wind and the rain goes down the sky 1280|And the lightning moves. 1280|So I sit in my lonely cabin 1280|And I hear it all the time, 1280|That wind and the rain and the lightning, 1280|Or I wonder as I am dreaming 1280|If these things are real, 1280|If they can be with the trees, 1280|A silent dream. 1280|And the lights from the chimney fly across me, 1280|From the house at the bottom of the hill 1280|To the woods above in the dark twilight, 1280|And I walk with a joy unknown, 1280|For the little children, 1280|And the little babies in the dark, 1280|They are going somewhere, 1280|With no sound of their footsteps, or falling leaves, 1280|And the grass is a-slant between them. 1280|And when dusk rolls in 1280|And I go to bed at night, 1280|I hear the birds of night calling, 1280|And the birds of night singing, 1280|But the voices are only that of birds of night 1280|And I go to sleep, 1280|If I do not go to ======================================== SAMPLE 21920 ======================================== 5185|Hastens forward with his fire-sword, 5185|To the northward turns his long ears, 5185|Steeds himself to battle-field. 5185|Comes the hero of the Northland, 5185|On his snow-shoes gallops northward, 5185|Straightway meets a hero-village 5185|With the hero on his track; 5185|But he does not find old Wainola, 5185|Not the hero of the story; 5185|Only passes by a thrift-house 5185|Comes a mortal with a dove-cote; 5185|Through the thrift-house sees a maiden, 5185|Sings a spell to make her wanderer 5185|Drive the fleetest-sailing vessel; 5185|That the hero of the story 5185|May behold and understand. 5185|Thus the mortal helps the hero, 5185|Gives the hero flight for carrying 5185|Through the deeps of untempled snow-plain, 5185|From the ocean's rock-ribbed islands 5185|O'er the sea-cliff's crowded ledges. 5185|When the hero Hennikki saw 5185|This the young assent to her singing; 5185|Thus she sings to Riku-achyotis: 5185|"Let the North-wind waft me rapid 5185|Onward to the watery wonder, 5185|To the meadows of the Dacotahs, 5185|To the plains of Kwasind's broad prairies, 5185|Ships the Dacotah to bear me forward!" 5185|Rises from her burrow dense woodlands, 5185|All her tender shoots are waving; 5185|In the tops of these the willows, 5185|Dance the dancers o'er the meadows, 5185|O'er the high banks of brooks and rivers; 5185|O'er the meadows rings the lowlands, 5185|Silvery clear the silvery waters, 5185|And the rainbow glitters in them. 5185|To the forest grows the maiden, 5185|In the forest grows the maidens, 5185|And the flowers flower in the breeze-fences, 5185|Ring-a-blir in forest clearing-hut-heells. 5185|Hearing this, wanders Wainamoinen, 5185|In his wits no longer trickling, 5185|In his limbs the limbs of a rooster; 5185|Quickly now his bow-string he unplugs, 5185|Plunge-thong his arrows with equal wings, 5185|Plunge once more her quiver in pieces, 5185|In the squirrel-shape the squirrels, 5185|Hurl them back the magic arrows; 5185|But they missed the marks the eagle leaves, 5185|And the bird-shot cleft not so the quiver, 5185|Scatters all the shafts as erst when 5185|They were scattered by the lynxes. 5185|Now the hero, wet with tears, 5185|Wet with rain, and weary from slaying, 5185|Thinks within himself, "How to-morrow 5185|Shall I gain the conquest crowning!" 5185|Quick he hastens on his journey 5185|To the village school of childhood, 5185|To the listening grey-beard's court-yard; 5185|Through the vine-forest, grassy, windy, 5185|Wants to wander, wants to prowl about, 5185|In the fields, the woods, the forest, 5185|Through the shrubbery, grass, and flowers, 5185|Like the deer before the hunter; 5185|Stops among a maiden, waits one moment, 5185|Strides a short while o'er the threshold, 5185|Then ascends a stair to court-room; 5185|There a long time he tarries, 5185|Till he gains the platform ladder, 5185|Stands a moment, long admiring 5185|Life within the stopper-pitcher. 5185|As the maidens round him streaming 5185|With their eyes upon the pitcher, 5185|Faints the hero with his pitcher, 5185|Faints the stopper, stopper-bearer; 5185 ======================================== SAMPLE 21930 ======================================== 2130|And the old stone-pave, 2130|Whose iron doors open not, nor shut: 2130|And here I stood to witness the same 2130|Unseen of all before, and all to weep." 2130|So spoke the poet, whom Minerva heard, 2130|And, shunning to anger young Solon's name, 2130|With gentle voice began: "And so, my friend, 2130|I too may read the ancient of years, 2130|But since 'twas for me they wrote this book, 2130|That he may live, and I may never die, 2130|And, having him, shall learn all that I can: 2130|Then, if he choose to follow me, I know. 2130|As for my own case, I wish you 'tis well." 2130|He said no more; and Pheidippides 2130|Mute-eyed and white, with open hands outspread, 2130|Wept and held his head, as he (he was dead) 2130|Lay on the breast of a thousand Calydns. 2130|"So, with his hand and foot, he crossed the plain, 2130|And came to Priam. From the Trojan town 2130|He went to war with Troy: so many a time 2130|He fought against his will, though he had died. 2130|Himself, with many and oft a grievous wound, 2130|For thirty year he could not find a place. 2130|The Greeks (to set at large the multitude 2130|That held an assembly in the town) were all 2130|Somewhat reluctant to engage his aid, 2130|For many of them were men of strength and skill: 2130|Amongst the rest Ajax and Dolon slain, 2130|And Menelaus slain, while far they fled. 2130|Meanwhile in Argos, as in other places, 2130|There was a goodly king, Protesilaus; 2130|His sire had sacked his homestead: he at last 2130|Gave birth to sons alone, and in his house 2130|He dwelt, till ten generations come 2130|Call to him one by one: at length he rose, 2130|And, by his sons, succeeded; the rest are fled. 2130|Now at the death of Agamemnon this son 2130|Left all things unto his good old sire's charge; 2130|And when he died, left him all, and took 2130|A hundred oxen and a hundred sheep; 2130|But never laid the seed upon the soil; 2130|For such the laws: when once a people rise 2130|Their princes are the rulers and the chiefs, 2130|Who with the laws, if they be bound to obey, 2130|Of right take oaths by the nose, and so 2130|Will rule the people more than any man. 2130|'Tis but but the same old trick, and such, no doubt; 2130|For what man of sense, in all the wide world wide, 2130|Could not tell at once the name of that same son? 2130|At last, (many centuries having past 2130|Between him and the age of thirty and forty, 2130|By which men learn things and overlook mistakes,) 2130|He called the last, the most intelligent of all, 2130|And in his mind he set him up as sage, 2130|With great examples, and a prophet's art, 2130|And judgment sound, set over all of faith; 2130|With all that he was dear in all men's eyes, 2130|The same man was a prince, or was so said, 2130|A famous monarch orator, poet great 2130|(Whom men call Athenæus): nor is this all; 2130|The next to him was the king Ctesius old (25) 2130|Of those I mention were the brethren three, 2130|Three men at least that would not be forgot, 2130|Or make him look the less mighty, when all tell 2130|(Though they were old) a story of fifteen years 2130|In great Ulysses' house alone, or so 2130|He had his thirty oxen, or one-half, 2130|Two harvests for corn and wine to feed on, 2130|And one, (he said ======================================== SAMPLE 21940 ======================================== 12242|I never knew the way so long 12242|Before. 12242|It seems so long, but what is the date? 12242|The year begins in March, and ends 12242|In October. 12242|My husband is a lumberer, 12242|And I a tramp, and needs must cross, 12242|And then, good-night! 12242|He turns him about in no-time, 12242|And all his garments rattle, 12242|And so I get my dinner 12242|In such a thunder-clap! 12242|They say a tramp was worth a grood, 12242|A luger was worth a daw, 12242|An engineer was shandir, 12242|Or brave was chieftain. 12242|The finest man alive was Hodge, 12242|And the first prince of heroes; 12242|The Prince of Peace then was Drumquire, 12242|The Prince of Harmony, 12242|But Hodge O'Donnell is king, 12242|And O'Donnell is not wise! 12242|When I was in my teens, 12242|I met a tramp 12242|At a railway crossing. 12242|Her skirt was torn 12242|And she said to me, "Your dress 12242|Is not the dress of a princess." 12242|So, of course, I took my cap 12242|And said I'd like to try her. 12242|"Of course you do," he said, 12242|"But do not fool about it; 12242|You really can't be sensitive." 12242|Of course I was not, 12242|I was at home 12242|As a soldier is, 12242|And never was instructed 12242|To disobey a 12242|High-class gentleman. 12242|That is why I never 12242|Betrayed the state of my waistcoat, 12242|Nor ever did disobeyed 12242|The gentleman in his chauffeur. 12242|The sun is not a-bed, when 12242|We clean our rooms at night; 12242|He rises in the east, 12242|And riddles in the snow 12242|Our snowman all the way, 12242|And then he leaves him quite 12242|And skips away. 12242|The bed starts as we lie, 12242|As we are supposed to, 12242|But then we beg him not 12242|To spoil the good he comes 12242|Just to make him good. 12242|We beg him when he creeps 12242|Into the corner so, 12242|To knock the good of night again 12242|Before he go. 12242|But he will stay to tea, 12242|Or to supper, or to tea, 12242|Or what he please. 12242|We beg him sometimes 12242|To stop in the street, 12242|And never come again, 12242|Or else to spoil another 12242|Snowman so. 12242|Little Willie Horton was a skilful hand at the office, 12242|He often talked of making his fortune 12242|By running for members of Congress, 12242|And he often talked of winning membership 12242|Of the literary professions. 12242|The people thought a great deal of Little Willie Horton, 12242|He lived above the famous Homestead, 12242|He called for a vote on whether or no 12242|To establish a college for poets, 12242|And his song Parnassus abounds in lines 12242|Of epic grandeur, solemn with promise. 12242|The college would have been an undertaking 12242|Of epic grandeur, solemn with promise 12242|In Little Willie Horton's day, 12242|And his was the ear to catch the notes 12242|When he sung of the end of days. 12242|And so within the college's precincts, 12242|On nights when the stars made clear 12242|The days were lost to him and his people, 12242|And the night-wind shrieked below, 12242|He would have lain down with musing heart, 12242|And watched the stars for signs of morn. 12242|He dreamed of the morning that shook 12242|Through the blue evening haze, 12242|And he would have ======================================== SAMPLE 21950 ======================================== 1745|Weary of all the strife and fret of warr, 1745|With all the fears and intrigues of Fame, 1745|He left his goodly native Seat and run 1745|For wealth and empire farr, but in his fall, 1745|Not all his bounteous Father's might derided, 1745|Not all his pow'r exhausted, from his fall 1745|Left but accursed Spirit, his deliv'rance nam'd 1745|Abominable, for so the Fiend contrived 1745|From him again, accursed, accurs'd; and still 1745|With curses new, to make more Devils out of men. 1745|Ah when shall HE return, and give us life 1745|Whose Fault it was, our Part in Fortune to have lived 1745|Thus mutilated, thus made inferior, 1745|Thus stripped of all our good, to stand in brutish Worship? 1745|Why should a just regard of our Flesh be felt, 1745|When not even bones or Soul, though of our Offspring 1745|We all partake, is worthy worship as such? 1745|Worship what flesh it is, and after what vehemence; 1745|But to esteem Flesh worshipped out of a Flesh 1745|Just is unjust, and God-abhorring. 1745|To whom thus ADAM not, but milder mood 1745|Moving with his words, thus him answer'd bland and kind. 1745|ADAM, thy fair smile persuades me, though my thoughts 1745|Thus innermost hold subjection to the Voice 1745|Of such a Protectress; I have much to hope 1745|And little to regret, having lived secure 1745|Thus unscathed out of the universal fight, 1745|Conqu'r'd by common force into a brutish Age 1745|Of Commoners. Much have I gained by that time, 1745|Since first I heard the wond'ring calling of Mankind 1745|To fruitful Eve, and furthest secret Fall, 1745|That never shall hereafter drawing to Thee 1745|Out seek their ruin, when the mighty wheel 1745|First struck its whirling promise down the Deep; 1745|And fell the first Black Evening, first Dark Noon. 1745|Nor less by much more have I been ravish'd 1745|By vain attempts of vain pretenu Allius 1745|And his sublunary Phaedra; whose song 1745|Hath in derision been and babbling fruit, 1745|With threatenings of the fiercest storms to roar; 1745|Both were mix'd and transitory things, 1745|Pulpits had enough of derision long, 1745|To scoff at me, and have contempt of me; 1745|But he that wrote the great work of the World 1745|Let his great thoughts grieve and bloat with their own: 1745|Both great, alike false, and both so full of jest, 1745|That with their dust they have become the same; 1745|Death has extinguisht both their breath and life, 1745|Though in the grave they died. 1745|So spake our general next, 1745|Warm in his words, but warmer in his looks, 1745|And gave full promise of a deep delight. 1745|Whence like forewarnings leagued together stood 1745|His thoughts and actions; down into the depths 1745|Of thought they both transported: One foresight gave 1745|His sight to see the dark'ning prospect grow 1745|Of things below, the other foresight gave 1745|His leaden-eyed sight to see the same. 1745|About him as he walked his Spirit walked, 1745|Instructed, exhorted, aided, and guard'd 1745|From evil, doubtful, uncertain; and this said, 1745|He led him conscious of his Preserver, 1745|His surest ally, and solace and delight. 1745|So both, so both with one accord endu'd 1745|Contending, side by side journey'd on, 1745|As two fawns which a yoke of thorns hath seen, 1745|And with their length of leash no farther flees, 1745|Least the devourer of their lord unheeded 1745|Crouch down, and looking round no kindly wind 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 21960 ======================================== 3023|When we with us, we'd the devil take you. 3023|Well, now, you must not be afraid. 3023|I had no sooner said "good-night", 3023|Than I broke out in such a passion, 3023|As if I dared not speak a word, 3023|Nor hope to break the spell. 3023|My God! I'm not the first one so-- 3023|When I was little, you see, 3023|It chanced to be the season's last year, 3023|And my dear father gone. 3023|And he was always good, that gentle lad, 3023|And always kind, and ever nigh, 3023|I knew we'd come to something good, indeed, 3023|After his long's warl'ingly gone. 3023|I don't know when or where or why, 3023|When things took a religious sense, 3023|But something, I remember with delight, 3023|About the house seemed odd or distant. 3023|Ah! with my own kind God confin'd, 3023|What can I hope for in your age? 3023|What can I expect, in the sweet Spring, 3023|That is not in the summer now? 3023|You think the same thing. 3023|Oh I can't remember what I thought, 3023|For, now, what I used to like I hate. 3023|In those dear days of childhood ere I knew 3023|The bitter, cold, sweet, hard-won experience-- 3023|So weak! so weak! it seemed I could not break 3023|The iron will that nothing could control. 3023|In all the past, alas, I've not a page; 3023|No pictures grace my looking-glass! And you 3023|Have seen the longings of my soul unshed. 3023|I have not the heart, alas, to grieve, 3023|Though on the present I'm failing still. 3023|This life of ours is only begun. 3023|The time will quickly run, when we shall part. 3023|'Twere better to keep one's thoughts to-day 3023|As when one courted orrewed they were: 3023|It were a joy each day to live in light; 3023|The days are long that follow, but not vain. 3023|The world, alas, has been too dull for me. 3023|Oh, I look to those who have been kind to me, 3023|And think that the heart of all the world I feel. 3023|What if I lose the faintest sign of love's power, 3023|And nothing be to others to-day known? 3023|All at my ease, and all at rest I lie, 3023|Tread in the sun with ease the earth about. 3023|In vain, alas, I'm fain to-day to find 3023|The memory of a former night spent. 3023|As if it once again my bosom fill'd, 3023|My mind's eye would be fain without its fill. 3023|The world it soothes us with the thought of peace, 3023|And with the view of it a rest we live. 3023|I will not dream of it as if 'twere nothing, 3023|But call it joy as it is and know. 3023|Farewell! you must not stay alone; 3023|All are waiting; yet you'll understand. 3023|The last good-morrow is the last you'll give, 3023|We must not, in sorrow, part. 3023|'Tis your heart--'tis you who make life sweet-- 3023|We can never be, you and I! 3023|I feel that my heart is breaking, 3023|For though my breath I've found, 3023|Yet love is born of life's very breath 3023|With such a solemn depth and high. 3023|I know that my heart is breaking, 3023|Though its birth-right's denied; 3023|But, if the moment's tears are flowing, 3023|To be at peace is the prize of tears. 3023|You'll see, my friend, what he says, when he goes 3023|To the dear Land-of-the-East, to his friend Hildebrand: 3023|If we must part, ' ======================================== SAMPLE 21970 ======================================== 24269|I, by the will of heav'n, the gods ordain'd, 24269|Should thus be made the latest, as the first. 24269|Yet, still my friends the suitors shall destroy, 24269|The fleet of Greece, and their unfortunate queen, 24269|And bring the hapless Chryseis to her death; 24269|For they, so wicked, are themselves unwise. 24269|This also of their counsel will I dread; 24269|But him, by whom ye, with bitter woe, 24269|Are wrung, Apollo, take at once away. 24269|He ended, and the rest, who heard his words, 24269|Clapp'd hands with him, and cried, each to his twin 24269|Propt on her bed, "I thank thee! thou art wise 24269|Even as the Gods, and more than mortal wise, 24269|But now for once have I learn'd thy counsel wrong'd. 24269|The Gods, who govern heav'n, alone preside 24269|Oft, when an evil fate attends some man, 24269|And all at once annihilate him round. 24269|I am not now, nor ever shall be, 24269|When men shall reach this mansion of our sire. 24269|For no man, let it chance, shall e'er return 24269|To this abode with us, whom heav'n hath left, 24269|But, cast and waste, shall there again be torn. 24269|So shall ye also perish, and ye, dear 24269|As Gods, with all your substance perish all! 24269|Myself will take you, and your ship secure, 24269|Since we have no longer hope of home, 24269|But perish utterly; meantime, your ship 24269|Shall be the happier guest, and be of use 24269|To me in future, since I can dispose 24269|Of ev'ry thing for you, which else to me 24269|Hath seemed unthinking, and a waste of breath. 24269|But seek I not, nor shall I see you here, 24269|Until your word I solemnize and swear." 24269|He said, but all the company, desponding, 24269|With their long swords, at one another hurled 24269|Huge stones at Hector, who, wroth for his loss, 24269|Retired into his own spacious tent, 24269|And, as the Gods, themselves descending, wrapt 24269|In o'ershadowing blankets close together, 24269|Saved his life, but with his son's from danger 24269|He clasp'd his side, then, drawing forth the bow 24269|From his wide pouch, shoot'd at him with such aim 24269|As left him double-armed, nor felt, perchance, 24269|Though ev'n then all the Trojans in the front 24269|Heard the death-shaft which Apollo spared. 24269|His spear was not yet, he threw it just in time. 24269|But in the chest he hit him, breaking it, 24269|And thus exclaim'd, and thus he stopp'd the strife. 24269|Oh scourge of Priam's house! shall thy dear son 24269|Be in the house of dead Achilles slain, 24269|Who slew the bravest of the son of Peleus? 24269|Nor shalt thou, thyself, with joy depart here 24269|With all thy troops, and, when thy journey's end 24269|Shall reach the city, shalt thou, as guest, enjoy 24269|The best of all that hospitality 24269|Which Ilium's citizens enjoy, the feast 24269|The King of oaks offers there, whereon 24269|His sons and grandsons, their own houses cleared, 24269|And other gifts shall honour thee and bear 24269|From ev'ry altar. But as for me, I will 24269|Flee, nor the like suffer, but, at earliest doom, 24269|Depart into the hollow ships, that here 24269|I may be known, and that my son, who now 24269|Leaves all his native land, may be avenged 24269|And win the conquest of his country here, 24269|Whose cities are his own. If any Gods 24269|Almighty and everlasting, or all 24269|Icarian, my ======================================== SAMPLE 21980 ======================================== 1745|All is not black, is not all blamable. 1745|Then to the King of Spirits spake he thus, 1745|Eternal, propitious, full of love. 1745|High powre of thy Majestie, I see 1745|Thy voice, such as I love, in these canst read 1745|Angels now near Heaven descending this way 1745|To visit men in penaltie, the throng 1745|Of whom in silence to repent them bring 1745|Tongue and penitential olive then 1745|Fruits of unspotted lips. I would with these 1745|To penancee adieu, and sacrifice 1745|Fairer then hee's, unblam'd of blame or praise. 1745|For whose dear sake I was born, to man 1745|Pervade these impious eyes, and so transform 1745|These wicked thoughts, which other powres but little sway. 1745|Then thus th' Eternal Spirit, by whose aid 1745|My mortal strength hath ever been secure, 1745|Thus to our mortal foes, and me to Christ 1745|Present, with such sweet invitigation bowes. 1745|Our foes notwithstanding are many and great, 1745|The world calls God the most unjust; no fears 1745|Distressing the Spirit of God, deceive! 1745|What though our foes be many? why are they not all 1745|Left whole? then let us at once with his will, 1745|Not varying uniform all, make good and all. 1745|O ye that list divine commands, observe 1745|This happie pattern, how in sacrifice 1745|One selfsame heart almighty selfless turns, 1745|One mouth, one sacrifice, and one selfsame heart. 1745|Such at the right hand what Heavens perfection brings 1745|Of good received, of good employed, of good 1745|Prov'd imputable, caus'd instant death to none, 1745|But distribut'd through miracle of higher degree 1745|To good immortall, lest worse flame in their blood: 1745|And what shall follow here, what next, what last, 1745|Shall at be reckoned good, though it be death.--WAKEFIELD. 1745|"Of the two hemispheres the heart, in either 1745|Served as a watchman, or as the great engine 1745|Of war, the sleeper sits in his appointed place 1745|(What time the star of morning shall in his ascend 1745|Shine forth) and drives the open gates of war, 1745|Pour encourager enlivens both, both light, 1745|Flamen, alarms, and alarms; so that the heart, 1745|Threatning the sleeper to come out and fight, 1745|That he or she remain unmov'd, avails not: 1745|How might such thing be accomplished, whose account 1745|Deprav'd, if he (whose commend undeserved 1745|I have mention'd) could by providence be prov'd 1745|In this unprotected spot? Who might be there, 1745|Who not beguil'd of us by her charms, or known 1745|By us as sleeper, but unobnoxious 1745|By the side of us, though closely linked in love? 1745|Who not with vigour armed might stand, there to subdue 1745|Those wolves who therein revel, yea, and to bring down 1745|This empress from her highth, and from this height 1745|To earth's lowliest deserts, and from her lofty brows, 1745|That arm might strip her no more with terror fir'd, 1745|But sharpen'd at her beauty's gaze in our own? 1745|What might not with surprise and wonder come o're 1745|Us, that thou shouldst us usurp as our own, 1745|Thy seed whom we with horror despis'd, and call'd 1745|Thy righteous injunctions to be observ'd? 1745|Who not to us rebellious would with horrid dread 1745|And inapt to fury give our lives, could we, 1745|By night or day, in fight direct our steps, 1745|And work that joy we covet, what then avails? 1745|If we but look and hear not, what should we then 1745|But rise in peace ======================================== SAMPLE 21990 ======================================== 10493|I'll be going to the bush, 10493|I'll be going to the bush, 10493|I'll be going to the bush, 10493|I'll be going to the bush. 10493|"We'll hunt the deer at night 10493|And drive the caraws around, 10493|And then she'll ask if she's kissed me 10493|And I’ll tell her that’s the way 10493|I used to like the bush." 10493|Weeds are all around us, 10493|And we will see the moon 10493|With the moon going round on her broom. 10493|So I’ll go to the bush, 10493|I’ll climb down on the fence 10493|I’ll stand on the log, 10493|And cry until I make her mad 10493|With my cry for her to come out. 10493|I’ll come out when the moon 10493|Has come out her last great red banner. 10493|When the moon’s got up her ee 10493|And the stars are asleep on the sea. 10493|I’ll shout until the log 10493|The log will break and fall, 10493|And then when the wind is low 10493|And the night’s wind low, 10493|And the log that I’ve tumbled on, 10493|I’ll try again. 10493|If you’re ever in a hurry 10493|You must set about it 10493|With a stern and dashing pace, 10493|With a will the stern must challenge, 10493|With a oar to drive it. 10493|If you must hurry quite before, 10493|The first thing you must do, 10493|Is to think if you’re in haste 10493|Just as much before. 10493|If you’re in a real hurry 10493|Then’s the way to hurry 10493|Is to hurry before the wind 10493|Or before the tide. 10493|If you hurry if the tide 10493|It is high and heavy, 10493|It won’t hurry long before 10493|You must hurry before the wind 10493|When blowing low. 10493|If you’re in a big hurry 10493|Just go ahead and hurry 10493|And hurry as you are proceeding, 10493|For never mind the tide, 10493|The log will break if set adrift 10493|For it will go faster the second 10493|If set alight. 10493|If you’re in a lot of trouble, 10493|Then hurry on before the wind 10493|There’s a place on the rocks where 10493|If you’re in a big hurry 10493|Don’t you see? 10493|You must do as I tell you, 10493|For there is a place for all 10493|And here’s a way for all. 10493|You must hurry or you hurry not, 10493|You must hurry with the wind or swerve, 10493|You must wait till next year, or till come, 10493|Or you’ll hurry before the winds 10493|Or you will hurry before the tides, 10493|Or you will hurry when they rise. 10493|If you’d be in a little sooner, 10493|Then hurry now and hurry along, 10493|For never mind the tide, 10493|The log will shake should it be set adrift, 10493|For it will go faster the second 10493|When put adrift. 10493|There lives as here he stands, 10493|It’s his wife who’s the poor boy, 10493|No man can tell how well she does, 10493|I wish I could marry her. 10493|You will give her a house of her ain, 10493|And a farm-house for her lodge, 10493|And the land is the only part missing, 10493|I wish I were a labourer. 10493|You will say to her, “My wife, 10493|I am sick of your little talk, 10493|I wish I was a labourer.” 10493|You will say, “My wife, 10493|I have ======================================== SAMPLE 22000 ======================================== 4696|The great man's heart lay still;-- 4696|While she heard, and could not find, 4696|The one answer and sole fact 4696|That led to fame and her own. 4696|"He seemed so strangely young," 4696|She whispered--not in scorn, 4696|As sometimes in her young days 4696|She sometimes found her way. 4696|But now her soul had grown sick 4696|Of such a dull abode-- 4696|Of all that was and seemed 4696|In such a crowded home, 4696|In such a strange-seeming way. 4696|Now the very walls that held 4696|Her old, abandoned room 4696|Seemed full of things she knew, 4696|Things that she could not name; 4696|And she turned them all aside, 4696|And went her way and stayed. 4696|The children came the first; 4696|Her heart was full of joy 4696|To hear their happy voices call: 4696|"There is no need for me 4696|To speak so loud before you; 4696|Your heart is too wise-- 4696|Ah, how can it know! 4696|Why did she bring them there? 4696|My grandpapa-- 4696|Can he be wise?" 4696|She came on, smiling at them 4696|With eyes that knew no shame, 4696|And her voice was soft as Summer, 4696|And the children took her call;-- 4696|The voice she had heard, they said, 4696|In the long ago. 4696|"O, what are you that you come?" 4696|Her name, and she looked up. 4696|The children in her face 4696|Were glad to be so fair 4696|As well-born angels are. 4696|Her eyes were young, just as a blue morning 4696|Bears after morning bright, 4696|The very same, their look so innocent. 4696|But round her face, as bright 4696|As morning, sun and rain, 4696|Were those eyes where all her glory lay; 4696|And when her face was bent 4696|On the little love that seemed to die 4696|Upon her, the sun shone out, 4696|And her heart knew all its life had moved. 4696|Oh, beautiful is this poor heart in need, 4696|Unclean, and yet a part-- 4696|A part, alas! and far away-- 4696|Of the poor flowers, that fall on the waste. 4696|I had not a hope to keep and cherish 4696|The hopes so true I love. 4696|If I had had in my heart the gift 4696|Of something to cling 4696|To every hour, to fold 4696|In every sorrow, each day's forgetfulness! 4696|With the light so bright I might have seen 4696|What we have seen; 4696|And we might each have seen, beneath the sun, 4696|It lay beneath the sea, 4696|The flowers lay on the sand and wave, 4696|Like a forgotten leaf,-- 4696|Strange, but just the same,--as at first 4696|It sprang to flower again. 4696|"When I had reached the place that lies 4696|Far on the lower cliff, 4696|How strange--how strange the sight I saw, 4696|The long bright line of heaven 4696|Between two mountain ranges, 4696|Like a dim sea-line under a sea. 4696|The clouds in heaven had parted 4696|As if in battle fought, 4696|And made of earth a line of fire 4696|Between the peaks of heaven, 4696|And made of heaven and of heaven 4696|A storm of iron rain; 4696|And the stars shone out to meet 4696|In a dark white storm of thunder 4696|And the thunder came, and swept 4696|In a loud white thunder-roll 4696|To the height of the peaks again, 4696|As if the heaven had parted. 4696|"And then, oh then, I knew the place, 4696|Far as the eye could see; 4696|I knew the earth, and the sea, 4696|The heavens in one; 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 22010 ======================================== 16452|And the bright sun with all its burning heat 16452|Tingled everywhere. The city-dome 16452|Was all enclosed with air in calmest flow, 16452|As though the Gods here slept. Then, at a breath 16452|Rising, he spake a voice of mighty sound. 16452|Hear me, ye Gods, with reverence in fear 16452|Hear ye me, whom the hand of Jove commands, 16452|And of the Olympian heights, O Pylian King! 16452|So both, with equal reverence, heard him. 16452|Sidonian Idæus next arose; 16452|He in the centre of high-throned Jove 16452|His seat of power, seated, with his son 16452|Haemonion. He the earth, he the skies, 16452|He that controls the clouds, and all the fire, 16452|All, all alike accept his sovereign sway. 16452|He, next, Idæus, son of Hæmoneus, 16452|The son of Teuthranes, arose. He spake 16452|Unasked and spoke, and thus, his speech renew'd. 16452|Ye Gods, illustrious brethren! in the midst 16452|Of all the antechambers of our hall, 16452|And in the assembly-place, ye are heard; 16452|And yet your voice is voiceless in the hearth. 16452|But, in the honor of our sire himself, 16452|My own exalted seat I call my own. 16452|But haste ye, hither from the field to hear 16452|Your glorious sire; he calls his own, be sure, 16452|The man who rules, and calls in charge his host. 16452|He ceased, and to the guard of Idæus all 16452|Attended. Then Antiphus, the last, 16452|And chief amongst the Chiefs his father, sprang 16452|To face the man who bore his ample shield, 16452|Sage Andromeda, the most illustrious. 16452|He raised his head; the foremost soldier there, 16452|Machaon, first, whom the auspicious sign 16452|Of Phœbus, now, with rapid steps pursued, 16452|And now advanced, with arms all glitt'ring, close, 16452|His feet on all the pavement, as he moved. 16452|Nor did the son of Echion spare his friend 16452|With brief delay. The son of Pholus, whom 16452|Saginé held, and whose long rule had been 16452|Of Tenedos, was with him engaged the fight, 16452|And Phyllis his ancient foe, whose vaunts 16452|And self-esteem, from all men rejected, 16452|To Hector's mother and the Gods received, 16452|On Ida, where, to Hector's sorrows sore, 16452|The aged Sire of Gods and men was wont 16452|To honour him, and celebrate his day. 16452|She, with an eager look the hero view'd, 16452|His breast and forehead, and his eyes severe. 16452|With reverence, the Sire, the Almighty Fates! 16452|Thus while Idæus to the field pursued 16452|His comrades, Ajax, fierce in arms, arose. 16452|Nor did the son of Teuthranes wait 16452|His fellow to begin; he stood erect 16452|On his right shoulder, and in manly act 16452|Informed them, with his lance and flashing steel, 16452|Their bold assaults and numerous exploits to try. 16452|But Ajax first, at Hector's side appearing, 16452|Trampling his horse, the battle-steer essay'd. 16452|Yet neither horse nor charger, thus opposed, 16452|The fierce assailant could withstand; swift down 16452|He dropp'd, and from the chariot sprang the steeds. 16452|They, rushing headlong, in their flight pursued 16452|The flying foe; he on his steeds fell dead; 16452|Then fell the warrior, and the charioteer 16452|Sicilian Idæus; then the son 16452|Of Agamemnon, King of men, he slay'd. 16452|Ajax the swift, Laodamas fierce-souled, 16452| ======================================== SAMPLE 22020 ======================================== 7391|For God's high behest he bore it; 7391|He knew the light that glowed beneath 7391|The altar, from the altar; 7391|He knew the sacred flames that whirled 7391|Round each devoted head, 7391|That led him one to see and one to hear 7391|The word that gave them strength. 7391|As a soft wind that fan the sward 7391|When the frost-king's wrath is past, 7391|When, through the golden afternoon 7391|The red-birds wing their way 7391|To the birchen-tree's leafy vestibule, 7391|The early breezes creep 7391|Through its green recesses of leaf and bloom, 7391|And whisper the stories o'er. 7391|The early breezes whisper too 7391|Of the golden sunsets bright, 7391|And of the golden summer days, 7391|When the sunbeams smote the sea 7391|And brightened all the earth like wine. 7391|The early breezes whisper too 7391|Of the far gold-lighting seas 7391|That beat along that gleaming shore 7391|Where the gold ships sail so fast. 7391|The early breezes whisper too 7391|Of the gold that shines where the grass 7391|Lies black 'neath the cedars green, 7391|Where the wild-flowers are, in pale, 7391|The sweetest flowers that ever blow. 7391|The early breezes wreathe in a flame 7391|The gold of a bright autumn crown,-- 7391|The crown of all the golden corn, 7391|That wreathed with gold, like some red mist, 7391|The white of the corn and of the fields. 7391|The young-eyed wheat and the red, 7391|The red of the corn and of the fields,-- 7391|The wild-flowers, the wild-sheeds, and all 7391|The wild-flowers that perfume all. 7391|The early breezes whisper too 7391|Of the rich gold that gleams in the skies,-- 7391|Of these red skies, of these bright skies,-- 7391|Of this white skies and these gold skies 7391|The gold that gleamed in the cedars' light. 7391|The young-eyed wheat and the black, 7391|Of the corn and the fields,--the corn and the skies,-- 7391|The gold of the corn and the gold of skies 7391|That gleamed in the cedars' gold. 7391|The early breezes whisper too 7391|Of those gold-winged flies that flutter there,-- 7391|Of a hundred strange and wondrous things 7391|The gold-winged flies reveal; 7391|Of the great old gold-winged galleon, 7391|That sweeps the ocean's briny breast; 7391|Of the iron clasps that clasp there; 7391|Of the gold on the sea-strand's breast; 7391|Of the gold on the sea-strand's back; 7391|Of the wealth that fills the island's store; 7391|Of the wealth and the gold in one. 7391|The young-eyed wheat and the black, 7391|Of the corn and the fields,--the corn and the skies,-- 7391|The wealth that is buried here 7391|In the old field where the wheat rolls round,-- 7391|The wealth of the golden corn and the wheat 7391|Where the gold is a dead weight. 7391|The young-eyed wheat and the black, 7391|Of the corn and the fields,--the corn and the skies,-- 7391|The wealth of all that wealth hides there 7391|In the old heart where the corn rolls down 7391|From the old heart and the old heart's wealth 7391|Where the gold--the gold is the gold; 7391|The dead hearts may be gold, but not 7391|The hearts of those who will die, 7391|For they give each a living tide 7391|That rises from the old heart's tide 7391|To lead down to the old heart's death, 7391|Whose hearts no gold can give 7391|Nor gold, no heart of man, 7391|That is not made of the raw clay ======================================== SAMPLE 22030 ======================================== 24869|That he whose hand was firm and true 24869|To truth could never leave the task. 24869|But now, O Prince, O King, be wise, 24869|Before thy heart the tempest sound: 24869|Thy kingdom will be sadly tried; 24869|The sons of those who came behind 24869|Won ne’er a few such days as they, 24869|For none can live who seeks to quit 24869|Thy country’s doom with heart so base.” 24869|At Ráma’s noble speech he wept, 24869|And thus again by Ráma’s side: 24869|“O Monarch, thou hast heard the speech, 24869|The tale about thy chief’s crime repeated; 24869|Hear well the words which thus he utters: 24869|“The truth of all my warning send, 24869|Or, if I do not think thee wise, 24869|Thy heart my lord, my mother too, 24869|Will make thy son and thou in war 24869|Like warriors of the Vánar sort. 24869|Thy son, O King, will dare 24869|To smite those giants of the sea, 24869|His mother in their pride will dare 24869|T' o’erwhelm each Vánar with her bow. 24869|Her husband she is well aware 24869|Of all her vows to duty done, 24869|And now the lord of Lanká calls 24869|His son unto his throne to-day. 24869|The people’s hearts with fear will swell 24869|At such a sign! This day is ill 24869|For her, whose heart of gold she has, 24869|And every man, whose spouse is she.” 24869|Thus Ráma spoke at Ráma’s speech, 24869|And then to Kumbhakarṇa turned. 24869|Then Ráma, as he neared the hall 24869|Of Lanká’s lofty house, addressed 24869|His royal son with words like these: 24869|“O son, and where is Raghu’s son, 24869|I know not where, and where he is, 24869|By whom our secret counsels swayed, 24869|O’er whom the Dánav kings contend.” 24869|Then Ráma to the bard replied, 24869|As thus in duteous speech begun: 24869|“Well mayst thou hear and wonder why 24869|To thee it comes, a noble youth, 24869|So mighty in the fight of men, 24869|With no knowledge of the arts. 24869|O’er countless nations, great among, 24869|No godhead averse to war who woos, 24869|Though all the world were full of foes, 24869|His arms are ever ready here. 24869|His words are wise; his heart is wise: 24869|Thus Raghu’s son, supreme of kings, 24869|With love for those his lords who love, 24869|He went to seek the counsels given, 24869|And learned of each their true apportionment. 24869|He gave advice to all the rest, 24869|That as best might ease the common strain, 24869|And save the men from hurt and fear, 24869|The war should cease. With wise advice 24869|The king’s decree, at Sítá’s will, 24869|Forthwith was changed to peace and rest. 24869|He ceased his war, whose might o’erthrown, 24869|The Vánars’ strength they felt no more. 24869|The sons of Raghu with me went 24869|Far as that country where they ruled, 24869|And, to their lord’s commands obeying, 24869|Brought gifts of wealth, with gold and deer. 24869|His lords the mighty king received, 24869|And, after worship of the saints, 24869|Called for his two eldest sons 24869|To meet him in the court, and made 24869|Kakutstha, best of all his chieftains, attend. 24869|Then Ráma, with the lords of men, ======================================== SAMPLE 22040 ======================================== 1569|What are the words you utter to 1569|Thee or to your God? 1569|My God, my God? . . . O my God, 1569|'Tis very strange, 1569|But very well, indeed, I know, 1569|You would not know me . . . 1569|Oh, not to show you . . . O my God, 1569|I know a secret. 1569|I've loved you long, O my God! 1569|My God, my God! 1569|To kill a bird, 1569|And to let it die . . . 1569|To feel the love of love in my heart . . . 1569|To win a heart . . . 1569|To die . . . 1569|To know that love is never dead, 1569|And there is none to follow, 1569|Or taste the bitter with the sweet. 16059|_The first paragraph is a paraphrase of the 16059|"Nancy Stephens" poems reprinted in this volume. 16059|In every town 16059|Dolls dance and dance to-day, 16059|And boys are fond of color, 16059|And girls are fond of noise: 16059|But when we came with hands and drums 16059|To Santander's fair domain, 16059|We heard a voice, far and clear, 16059|Which made such sudden change 16059|In our own blood and nerves, we knew 16059|That music--the voice of God! 16059|And now our hearts are bold for deeds, 16059|Our souls have found the Power's hand: 16059|We fight for our own joy, not just 16059|For honor, fame, the crown! 16059|A voice of one who died for us! 16059|Who died to save us all: 16059|A voice of that eternal power 16059|Which will not let me rest 16059|In any land, on any earth, 16059|If I should fail or fail. 16059|For this I seek for the soul true, 16059|The soul that lives for use: 16059|To serve it is the true man's joy . . . 16059|The only one to whom this 16059|Desires and desires and dies: 16059|A soul in which the God of power 16059|Hath placed his heart from birth! 16059|The soul is ours--the body's clay: 16059|But its soul is God's by right. 16059|The soul is ours; for the body's dust; 16059|The soul is ours for our heritage; 16059|The soul is ours for our future; 16059|The soul is ours for our past. 16059|The soul is ours at every birth 16059|Of man--of man when born. 16059|The soul is ours in every grave; 16059|But a man's soul is man's all o'er-- 16059|The only soul in which the God 16059|Is love and loves! 16059|God's true soul is the soul of man 16059|Whose spirit is free from error: 16059|The soul for which the God himself 16059|Was made incarnate. 16059|Of all existence the least and smallest 16059|And most remote form is heard to cry, 16059|"For me, for me! The flower is my Father: 16059|The star calls me 'sun'! The tree my seed; 16059|A song is my music, which I sing-- 16059|The spring is my fountain, which I grow-- 16059|And, God, my world is at rest!" 16059|But this form, to whom we all belong, 16059|Whispering in our dreams of the dark, 16059|Has vanished--for its voice our hearts obey: 16059|Not even the soul's "You are best" can mock, 16059|In all the many voices which it loves, 16059|To make all silent that for which it calls, 16059|In which it feels God's love is great and free 16059|Even as the light that makes and shapes it fair. 16059|So, "for thee, O God," our voices say, 16059|"O, for us, our brother!" 16059|The souls of the singers are no longer-- 16059|No more the masters ======================================== SAMPLE 22050 ======================================== 28591|Though they should look like dust 28591|And fall from the sky, and never rise again. 28591|They may lose their form and all-- 28591|Grief may blind them to tears, 28591|Pity never shall find them, 28591|Death forgives all their crime. 28591|What should the heart and the soul in such case be? 28591|Though life were all of air, 28591|'Tis but a fleeting glass; 28591|If it be liquid, as they say, 28591|Death will spill it dry. 28591|What do they say 28591|Of the future of man? 28591|They say there is nought to fear, 28591|Though some day he find his soul in the grave. 28591|Yet, if some day 28591|He find him a grave without a name, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|They say all life's pleasures are fled; 28591|They say love is dead, and the heart that is true. 28591|Yet, if a night should come for the soul's grief, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|They say there is nought to joye, 28591|They say all are worn like to his own tread. 28591|Yet if a night should come for the heart's strife, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|They say all the past has been vain; 28591|They say there is nought to sorrow eftsoon. 28591|Yet, if a day should come for the soul's peace, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|They say Life is but a dream, 28591|With no reality nor measure. 28591|Yet, if a night should come for the soul's rest, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|They say that the years of desire 28591|Will leave no bitter impression. 28591|Yet, if a night should come for the soul's fire, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|They say all desire is vain. 28591|They say all must be so, 28591|And they can bear no more 28591|The bitterness of the present day. 28591|Yet, if a night should come, with hope all o'er, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|They say the past is so o'erburdened, 28591|Their sight is so obdurate. 28591|Yet, if a night should come for the soul's joy, 28591|What do they say of the future of man? 28591|How far removed were we from the great, 28591|Which here we behold? 28591|How great the sky above and the earth beneath 28591|And the earth beneath itself? 28591|How small the hearts that love life and its pains, 28591|Whose hopes through the long day 28591|Are built, not without labour, but with God's fruit? 28591|How far we are from every joy that was, 28591|And from every anguish that will ever be. 28591|A different kind of life was never intended 28591|In the world's great depths. 28591|He, who made the ocean, has no part 28591|In the earth's little surges. 28591|He, who made the hills and valleys, knows 28591|The leaf and weed of every forest; 28591|He who made the ocean, from his birth 28591|The earth hath never nursed. 28591|He, who made the ocean, hath no part 28591|In the earth's little surges. 28591|His heart, to his thoughts, is all one sea-- 28591|The heavens, the hills, the rivers, 28591|All the winds--the rolling forests, 28591|The shining clouds, the rippling lakes; 28591|In him, all of these 28591|Have a portion, 28591|The mind with its endless wanderings, 28591|With life, the soul, is all one ocean. 28591|He, whose bosom is the whole wide earth, says 28591|Is he not all the ocean, 28591|If not, what is he but a cloud on the brow 28591|Of the ocean? ======================================== SAMPLE 22060 ======================================== 615|Beneath the castle he had his tent. 615|There to rest, and sleep for a while the peer, 615|A worthy plan to that ill man devised. 615|The king before him on the castle-wall, 615|A knight of lagging age and feeble age, 615|Went slowly rowing to the neighbouring beach, 615|Walking in slowest pace between the two; 615|And, since his course was not yet all at rest, 615|That other knight approached the castle gate; 615|And, having seen him, with a sudden halt, 615|Approached as well; but only stayed a while. 615|For either he a new design may hie, 615|To make him hither go, and make him go; 615|And as a lightened cormorant, or bird, 615|Which flies in haste the water in the clear, 615|May loose its wings, and start, before the shear, 615|And in a moment waft that bird away; 615|Or swift as erst, when one on other prest, 615|The king and that other knight depart: 615|But not a voice, nor sound of foot were there, 615|To speed the pair on either hand along: 615|And when they reached a distance of asys, 615|To where a mountain's top was distant found, 615|A hill's large size without the limit prest, 615|Their steps advanced to earth, and made a halt, 615|And found the spot, at which they well-nigh fell 615|In deathlier thirst for battle than before, 615|By the fair prince by stealth and stealthful wight 615|Had buried: there, the knight had laid him down, 615|And with the corpse of Correggio were stow'd. 615|When he had done so, on the other hand, 615|The king, without more speaking, took his stand, 615|And with new force their course to stay supported, 615|As if to face the foemen of Argier, 615|That were not less than ten; a multitude, 615|So many swords they carried in their hands. 615|The first assault the warriors from St. George sent, 615|And with them the great Marphisa bold and true, 615|And many better comrades in arms, before 615|They had the walls their fort to hold secure. 615|Thither, with what they could, Sir Gernando's son, 615|With three and thirty knights, with many more 615|More at hand, with mickle toil and peril sore 615|Ran they, and what should be to do, found none. 615|'Twas there, the king, and other warriors, there 615|Their camp and fortress were: there all their will 615|Might well be best: for from the mountain-tops 615|They view'd the dame, or, not so far her eyes, 615|She viewed the king, and from her valour flew. 615|The maid from far had reached the place, that day 615|When, as the rest, the king and his array 615|Before her stood; and took her in command: 615|But to the wall was now so many found: 615|So many, that they soon the place might scarce 615|Of all the field be seen, and with such force, 615|That even the lintel of the palace-door 615|To break the fortress, was not sure of hold. 615|It was enough; so swiftly it flowed on 615|(As if a river in the stream would ply) 615|That the wall at last was forced to fall; 615|And the great fortress was laid empty bare. 615|But in the field (which never to its foes 615|More easily had fled) with that fair dame. 615|Who, having from the wall the way defied, 615|Suspended was her visage in mid space; 615|And in her arm she threw another band, 615|A thousand as well as the other squad 615|Of knights, in such large numbers made the way, 615|That for the breach one mountain was not seen. 615|The people, who might see the cavaliers, 615|Turn to the left, to the to right did go, 615|The walls were broken under foot by way, 615|And from the hill the walls were torn aside. 615|The fortress' defenders, in such haste, 615|To break the rampart, on the ======================================== SAMPLE 22070 ======================================== 17393|A bit of light: my head is not as flat 17393|As most men's, for I've a double head, he says, 17393|And can drink, smoke, play, do every kind of thing. 17393|I have a right to that, for he tells the tale 17393|That, like his own shadow, my head is round. 17393|But I'm neither old nor weak, though God give us both 17393|A measure of skull for each man's head, I hope. 17393|For I am not a thing to flinch from fighting, 17393|Nor an ill to put out when he tries my wine, 17393|Nor, because a man may be a different person, 17393|Is not the same when he does fighting for me. 17393|He's a brute-like thing of no use in combat; 17393|But then, when it's time to fight, and when he's tired, 17393|He's very kind and doesn't strike, but does his best to, 17393|And helps to draw me back and push me backward too; 17393|And, when I'm hurt on purpose, draws me up again; 17393|And then--I don't want to say--he's very good. 17393|What is it then? I don't think the boy would know-- 17393|When they've given me his lessons, there's work to do; 17393|But I have had the pleasure lately of meeting 17393|The thing I can neither ask no more of him, 17393|Nor do my more of satisfaction in him-- 17393|Yet, in spite of all, he is as worthy as any. 17393|I'm glad to have him here; it's all his way: 17393|He has the kind of heart to help up us three, 17393|And I have got to do what I can for him too. 17393|We have not been long together: I'd wager 17393|There's a man to tell me that, and no one to see. 17393|His nerves are all a-shake, his tongue is all a-jar: 17393|A fight starts up, and off it's always bad 17393|And all about the nerves: and so he takes it. 17393|And so he fights; but what is courage, anyway? 17393|He's like a young kid who gets his head blown off. 17393|He is too old! He'll grow, and then I'll forget him. 17393|But you must have this for every man who likes it, 17393|I think, after all these years of silence and care. 17393|(They had been working very hard to see it; 17393|And things had gone on so in that old way), 17393|You can trust, being friends, that I will still see to it, 17393|And make the old days as pleasant to you as possible. 17393|For it's a kind of love I have to give, 17393|And you must know I have been very true to you, 17393|And very foolish sometimes--and you know it, too. 17393|And now I care a good deal for what you say, 17393|And much for what you think. In the summer 17393|We always do some good, and no one seems to know it. 17393|One can not always know what one doth look for; 17393|It is impossible, and so--this seems to me. 17393|And it's a kind of love we should not have to live with. 17393|The things we say, they are often impossible: 17393|I am in earnest, and that's the good of your friendship, 17393|And the good of the rest of the world. 17393|All this is true; 17393|We never have been more generous than we are now; 17393|And we ought to be for the good of the world and men, 17393|If all we meant to do were done--then life would end, 17393|And we wouldn't have to spend on us--and that's the way! 17393|I cannot say what I'd like, if you must have it so, 17393|But let it be. We've lived together long enough, 17393|We've had the happy weather together in the long, long days: 17393|No one will think so, and nobody will have a word, 17393|And I'll be ======================================== SAMPLE 22080 ======================================== 4010|That might his courage give; 4010|In arms of green and white; 4010|A proud, vigorous band, 4010|Drake and his troops to meet, 4010|Whose strength was great and bold. 4010|"The battle rages thick and strong, 4010|And blows are falling fast; 4010|The sword and thrust, and the spear-blow, 4010|All seem equal to our knight. 4010|His courser, like a whirlwind, 4010|Roars, with a mighty sweep, 4010|And, for the fatal swing, 4010|His shield and shield-plate are whirled; 4010|He reels, and for a space 4010|Lies gasping on the plain. 4010|But, ere he wake, he has found 4010|The foes have re-ins in his heart; 4010|Then to his feet he springs, 4010|And with his hilt's red blaze 4010|His blood-red colour flings, 4010|For fear to know the battle-chime, 4010|As 'twere, to some old friend. 4010|Then, as the foe in fear 4010|Rages on and on, 4010|And each man feels his soul 4010|Drowned 'neath that crimson shower, 4010|We are lifted up like a dream, 4010|And with a shout acclaim 4010|The King, on whom should be done 4010|With faintest, faintest hopes of glory, 4010|The work of death's faint dream. 4010|Then did his spirit go 4010|Where he was judged; 4010|There, on the field of death 4010|His doom he heard, 4010|And thus in mournful accents told, 4010|In accents strong and clear: 4010|"I never was the foe's combat, 4010|Though my heart's blood ran cold; 4010|Yet, when my King's strong life 4010|Is dashed to waste and mar, 4010|Where was my hope, I cannot tell, 4010|But he of whom I speak 4010|Shall be the last for me; 4010|No foe shall then avail 4010|But he who shall be lief, 4010|Nor sorrow nor despair; 4010|For though my breath were frozen, 4010|My heart were gone, 4010|My hopes were all that could be, 4010|And where I was must be; 4010|For, though I fought with him, 4010|Though I faced him day-long, 4010|And his strong arm held me, 4010|My part did not appear; 4010|I felt not any fear, 4010|I could not give my breath; 4010|If any saw me fall, 4010|My eyes might well forego: 4010|Though I were dying in the fight, 4010|I was their foe; 4010|There would he never know 4010|That I his foe, and his were. 4010|My heart was not unprofitable, 4010|Not one of my four 4010|In the pride of its pride, 4010|And my blood not unwise; 4010|But now, my King, no more 4010|A chance of my heart is: 4010|For this, for all its pride, 4010|I leave him to have his own - 4010|His four great foes. 4010|Then, while of me you'll be proud, 4010|To you the tale I tell - 4010|As, on a day, at noon, 4010|With that good knight I fought, 4010|The King of England, in field, 4010|On your fair land, I won 4010|My country's hope and right 4010|And, with a deathly cry, 4010|I fell: when I fell, no more 4010|Could the world tell of me." 4010|He ceased; and, bending low, 4010|Their hearts with grief they ached; 4010|They knew the voice of pride: 4010|That voice they heard not now, 4010|Though the name 'Courage' 'defies.' 4010|While thus the stranger's fate 4010|The knights' and dames' did dread, 4010|" ======================================== SAMPLE 22090 ======================================== 23684|O! that my feet had ne'er been shod! 23684|But as we came into the sun, 23684|And, quick with this farewell of mine, 23684|The sweet young maiden trod again 23684|The hills of Paradise. 23684|Then on her maiden feet she pressed, 23684|And down she sat with one sweet kiss, 23684|That all the world must surely rue! 23684|This was she for whom my heart yearned; 23684|And I to myself did say, 23684|"Thou art not the first, nor yet the *nd most fair." 23684|So I have trod the hills of Paradise, 23684|And many a sun hath sunk to rest, 23684|And many a cloud hath hid my face, 23684|And I have said, "Thou art not the first." 23684|But as I came into the fields again 23684|To look at thy blue eyes again,-- 23684|I saw the lily-pads are red, 23684|And saw the pear and plum grow: 23684|And I could hear the far-off seas, 23684|Calling from all the lonely lands. 23684|From all the lonely lands. 23684|O! had I loved her once, 23684|Such pleasure could I have slept, 23684|As now when long I've pined, 23684|To see once more the blue-eyed sun. 23684|The lily-pads are red, 23684|And the pear-trees are green and gold; 23684|The sea-gulls crowd the silver rings; 23684|The peacock-bill calls from Paphian seas: 23684|Yet could I love her once, 23684|Such pleasure could I have slept, 23684|As now when long I've pined, 23684|To see once more the blue-eyed sun. 23684|When I remember, while it is day, 23684|The days when I was nightingale; 23684|When I remember, while it is day, 23684|The days that I was time-travelling, 23684|'Tis like a beautiful young thing, 23684|Whose every limb is exquisitely made; 23684|Her eyes are blue, her teeth are white; 23684|Her skin is soft, and love to bee 23684|Her bosom is so round and trim, 23684|She's almost seen--but seldom seen. 23684|When I remember, while it is day, 23684|The days when I was time-travelling, 23684|I've reared such beauties for you; 23684|And that will do--I mamma say. 23684|I've made you little flowers, 23684|With pretty little thorn-holes: 23684|Little white-feather'd flowers, 23684|So you may prick them into prickly things,-- 23684|The thorn-hole into thorn-space; 23684|I've made you little flowers-- 23684|And you will love them! 23684|I've made you pretty little books, 23684|And pretty little bird-holes, 23684|And pretty little bird-sweet holes, 23684|Where you may feed your little birds,-- 23684|Pretty little book-making flowers. 23684|And now, 'tis done, the time's near at hand,-- 23684|How sweet it is to wheel around! 23684|The pretty little darlings, 23684|Who here so late have made their bed for you, 23684|'Tis time to rise and taste fresh evening air:-- 23684|Dear little maidens! 23684|Your early morns were sweetest of all flowers, 23684|The daisies and primrose and roses, 23684|The little birds' and crickets' songs, 23684|The little bees' and butterflies' hum. 23684|When you had all your pretty deeds accomplished, 23684|The sun, in his great golden chalice, 23684|Put off for you the work of his vines; 23684|But now that you have all your duties accomplished, 23684|I wonder if the grapes you may harvest? 23684|So when you have laid down your duties, 23684|Then when you have quieted your cares, 23684|Then when a little happier you, ======================================== SAMPLE 22100 ======================================== 2491|The sweetest sound that ever thrilled 2491|My soul with joyous pain. 2491|Then I turned me to the little white feet 2491|Upon the grass, 2491|And I prayed to God to send 2491|His angels of soft white wings. 2491|My soul was touched with a heavenly joy, 2491|And I did see 2491|A sweet white angel in the moonlight, 2491|A sweet white angel in the mist. 2491|I saw her with the sweet white eyes, 2491|Like the moonlight there, 2491|And I thought that I knew her face, 2491|For I had looked 2491|Upon my father's face before 2491|When I went to live with him. 2491|I saw her with the sweet white eyes, 2491|Like the moonlight there, 2491|And I thought that I knew her voice 2491|And I heard 2491|The music of her heavenly breath, 2491|As she whispered low: "I come 2491|From Heaven; and, oh, it is sweet 2491|To live by God when he is near-- 2491|When all above 2491|Seems dark and cold and dull and cold." 2491|I turned me to the white feet 2491|Upon the grass, 2491|And I kneeled before God and Mary 2491|And said: "O God, I thank thee, 2491|For every joy thou giveest me, 2491|And every love which thou dost feel. 2491|Behold, I trust in thine own name. 2491|May grace be thine, 2491|And power here in thine own good name." 2491|And she answered: "Thy name, too, 2491|Is sweet in prayer, 2491|And sweet indeed is strength in battle, 2491|And sweet indeed is love in strife. 2491|Lord, keep the spirit of my race, 2491|And teach me thine, 2491|And let me live in thine own vision; 2491|May grace be thine, 2491|And strength here in thine own beauty." 2491|Oh, I turned from the fair white feet, 2491|And back to the black hair, 2491|And there before the face of God 2491|Who stood so close and dear. 2491|I felt His arms around me, 2491|As He looked into my eyes; 2491|I felt His breath within my ears; 2491|I felt His breath of living light 2491|Upon me breathed so tenderly. 2491|And I must not look at his face, 2491|But God must look in his eyes, 2491|And I must not speak, but He must hear, 2491|And I must laugh and I must weep, 2491|But I must think, while His eyes look deep, 2491|Of all the things that he might see, 2491|When he looked into my true eyes 2491|To make them see me as He said. 2491|And my heart was full when I heard so near 2491|An angel speaking to a mortal soul. 2491|I looked with a smile on his radiant face, 2491|Which shone with one holy secret flame, 2491|And I heard the words God spoke to him: 2491|"There is a darkness in the light, 2491|Though all the world seem white as white snow. 2491|Thou must do your part in the world's strife, 2491|And live like a bride on the Christmas eve. 2491|There is a beauty in dark places, 2491|Though all the land seem dark to thee. 2491|That you are born on the night of darkness 2491|And that the stars would hide from thee 2491|If night came down, and dark the shadows 2491|Should fall and darkness rise. 2491|Then with my sweetest sister Mary, 2491|Let every one rejoice in grace. 2491|She is the fairest of all in earth, 2491|Although I know she holds thee dear. 2491|And she is here to lead thee on 2491|When through the dark the shadows rise. 2491|For she is a fairy of the air, 2491|And she can lighten the darkness. 2491|She holds thee in her heart and holds 2491 ======================================== SAMPLE 22110 ======================================== 1365|And in that hour he took to the air 1365|These words divinely spoken: 1365|"I go at dawn to avenge my blood 1365|On the cruel Saracens!" 1365|At dawn the first wild dawn of day 1365|Came to bear the message of his sword 1365|Unto the traitor David, 1365|Unto the traitor Uri, 1365|Unto the man called Uri. 1365|But the man called Uri could no more 1365|Look on that traitor's victory, 1365|And no longer went unto the fight, 1365|And was only held within the town, 1365|As in the time of Solomon 1365|A plague was put within the town. 1365|And David saw that dark and wan 1365|Face of cunning and craftiness, 1365|And knew the secret of that face, 1365|As a physician knows the sign, 1365|And more than a king's son, more than a king's son. 1365|And with those two, who for a time 1365|Had nothing done but argue and argue, 1365|He said, as one that watches, and ponders, 1365|That hour of all hours, "I am undone." 1365|And in the midst of all his art 1365|He said to Uri, "Let me take thee." 1365|And to Uri, when the sword was drawn, 1365|From his true sword of gold, made red, 1365|And laid it at her feet, she said, 1365|"Take me!" 1365|And even then from David's hand he drew 1365|That wondrous sword of gold from the gold, 1365|And said to Uri, "This is the hour!" 1365|And answered thus, "Yea, thou art undone! 1365|Let go my hand and do me grace." 1365|And Uri answered, "Not to thee 1365|Is given that which is for thy woe!" 1365|And in the very hour of death, 1365|When the heart-throbs are least and the most, 1365|At the last, when the fears are most great, 1365|God sent His angel to the wall 1365|Between those hands, and said to David, 1365|"Take to thee my Uri, my child!" 1365|And that hand laid on the hand of that 1365|Dark, cruel, and pitiless hand, 1365|And to that hand was given grace, 1365|To take and use it in its hour. 1365|But when he saw the time run o'er, 1365|And that the hand which touched the grass 1365|Should be laid at David's feet, 1365|He knew not what he did nor would, 1365|But said to that hand, "Take this aside, 1365|And cast it down before my face!" 1365|And that hand, as a man may do 1365|A weapon that shall surely do, 1365|Stood by the wall, till a child was nigh, 1365|And drew that weapon, and laid it down. 1365|Then the angel said unto David, 1365|"For that I loved thee long ago, 1365|A sword, by thine adversary, 1365|Take, and make ready; take thy father's sword 1365|Of ivory, whose scabbard is of gold: 1365|The gold shall not be trammelèd long; 1365|But, with its edge of iron, double-edged, 1365|A sword of pure silver! I have brought 1365|A scabbard of the wool, of which I had, 1365|To please thee, long ago at thy suit, 1365|Purchased twenty-eight shreds; but, in a chest 1365|I have also the good store of my stock, 1365|That herewith was laid aside, till such time 1365|As it be needed. If another I see 1365|In that village of Zidon, who can so 1365|To take this sword unto this land of Israel, 1365|As thou, O David, dost to Israel say, 1365|Saying, Thou shalt bind them with the scabbard 1365|By the hand; but with a sword they shall not be 1365|Bound by hand or wrist, but bound ======================================== SAMPLE 22120 ======================================== 8187|And, when the morning light 8187|Fell on the towers that round his head 8187|Still glowed with their glory, he drew near, 8187|And spoke--"Sir, I am the child of the Dawn, 8187|"For whom, when morning comes again, 8187|"I'll go and wake thee at the keyhole, 8187|"With all my wistful eyes-- 8187|"But 'tis but now that I can see 8187|"The bright charms of the rose of thy love, 8187|"And, oh, 'twas sweet when I kissed thee, too!" 8187|So saying, with a gentle sigh, 8187|She left him laughing in the crown 8187|Of the proud morning she should bring, 8187|And, when the little child was lisped, 8187|Washed clean from the lips' soft blush, 8187|'Twas with no more emotion 8187|That Sir George, as he sat, at play, 8187|Rode the blue waters of the air, 8187|With his hand in hers, the maiden, 8187|And their tranced flight was one long lark-- 8187|When suddenly he paused, and the breath 8187|Of the morning's gentle airs was seen 8187|In his eyes, as if his heart were throned-- 8187|Then sudden, like a wild bird, he flew 8187|And vanished from all sense of time, 8187|And left her there alone-- 8187|While still on his lips she pressed her, 8187|And still the bright face he stole from her. 8187|Thus, ere that hour, we find, 8187|In that long night so sad and dull, 8187|One who, by Heaven, the youth of soul 8187|Was not of so much exalted mood 8187|As to dare, with the wild youth of heart, 8187|Hurl from the window his first kiss-- 8187|While, with pure eyes yet bright and blue, 8187|And a breath in her stillness stilled, 8187|She laid him, asleep, beneath; 8187|While, over his heart she hung 8187|A heart-shaped chalice of dew 8187|Which, when the thirsty cup was drained, 8187|He drank therein and dreamt of her. 8187|And now, as night's quiet winds 8187|Beat the warm stars on every hand 8187|And the light waves, as they roll, 8187|Rise to the light and shade 8187|Of the blue and the white peaks, 8187|The little maid, who in her sleep 8187|Had dreamed her dream, now waking, saw 8187|Her love in the sky above her-- 8187|His love--the youth she might have kissed-- 8187|And woke--as if waking her, he thought 8187|Of the little one and how dear 8187|She was--so loved and innocent. 8187|Then thought of her with those bright eyes 8187|All her own--the eyes from which, 8187|In a first smile for joy she drew, 8187|He would have swooned before her kiss! 8187|But not even then, his dream was past-- 8187|Not even then the youth's sad fear 8187|Had sunk his cheek under her kiss, 8187|But for the kiss his cheek was white-- 8187|And she was the white lark that flew 8187|With all her pure, innocent cry-- 8187|And he would have swooned away, 8187|But for the kiss his cheek was white. 8187|"But, MARY, if love be not the rose 8187|"Which youth and beauty flutter on it, 8187|"No, MARY, if love be not the lily 8187|"Which in the memory stands when we 8187|"Pour in our cups the tears it sheds, 8187|"There's one my little hand must clasp, 8187|"O dear and helpless lady, MARY!" 8187|--At least it seemed to MARY, who heard 8187|The whisper of the gentle voice, 8187|Then woke and heard the whisper roll, 8187|Like a pale and hollow wail 8187|From a far-away, dim and fair, 8187|Hush ======================================== SAMPLE 22130 ======================================== 2487|My soul is not too proud to learn 2487|The joy of loving you as you are. 2487|For love is always perfect yet, 2487|And patience is always mine. 2487|I have not seen my sweet love yet-- 2487|(He must come to-morrow!) 2487|I have not known the perfectness 2487|Of loving you as you are. 2487|I only know I'm loving you! 2487|A dog and I alone at night-- 2487|A dog and I alone in the dark-- 2487|A dog and I alone, alone.... 2487|He sleeps in my bed, and the sleep 2487|Is deeper than ever before. 2487|I think his bones are strong and white, 2487|And I sit here and think of his face-- 2487|He sleeps, an officer of Death-- 2487|He sleeps in my bed, alone, alone. 2487|And I sit there--and I think of him, 2487|And I wonder if I will ever 2487|Draw milk or feed him--and his face 2487|Is like the eyes of Love at night. 2487|The sun is red, and the west seems gold, 2487|The road runs over in a stream 2487|And out here is the water as I drive 2487|Down the hills the long way home, and I hear 2487|The rattle of the wheels that make 2487|My heart to throb, with its passion and pain, 2487|And the way I lay on the road, and the sun 2487|Rolling down with its blood the way he goes-- 2487|But the road is not so much that I drive, 2487|So very far away,--and you come to me 2487|With the song of the wind on you, and I think 2487|Of the beautiful words you know, 2487|And I smile and lean over, and my arms 2487|Are full of you. 2487|Your voice's soft words drift in my ears, 2487|Your eyes are dim and still; your breath's warm 2487|And warm, and there's fire in them, and you 2487|Lie by me by the fireside, and I think 2487|In the white moon. 2487|The road is so long, I know not where 2487|My dream is going; I only know 2487|That somewhere down there is a dreamer 2487|Who hears and listens. 2487|He's so tired that I have no need 2487|To keep him waiting. God, my lover, 2487|Is he deaf I pray? 2487|The sky is so still, and dark; 2487|I lift my head, and my ears 2487|Are glad from the sweet voice that goes 2487|Through the silence, like the flute 2487|That in some dark way is listening 2487|For something going, going. 2487|The road stretches so far, 2487|I am tired of all the hills. 2487|The road runs by my sweetheart, 2487|And all the roads run there, 2487|With hills like angels, in a line. 2487|It's not dark--it's not darkness! 2487|It's darkness and the light.... 2487|My love, I would not 2487|Forget 2487|How the moon 2487|Is a flower made of two 2487|Great stars, or, might be, three. 2487|They are white with beauty 2487|And love; and red, too, 2487|And white, and sweet with passion, 2487|Like roses. 2487|They are very little; 2487|Little and yet powerful, 2487|Love is so great 2487|That he keeps them at home; 2487|Lakes that are never dry, 2487|Forget-me-nots 2487|That grow up and bloom, 2487|Like lilies from the ground, 2487|Till the flowers die.... 2487|I think I like 2487|These things, because, 2487|They have a way 2487|Of reminding me of you, 2487|Of the way you seem 2487|Not at all like the way I 2487|Have to do. 2487|I was so weary: 2487|I am so ======================================== SAMPLE 22140 ======================================== A little while the moon 32373|Sailed o'er the waves before my dreaming eye: 32373|And lo! the sail is shorn away, 32373|And lo! the sea-bird cries, Awaken! 32373|Awaken! awake! 32373|The moon is up, the stars are bright, 32373|And white as swans upon the frozen sea:-- 32373|Awaken! awake! 32373|The moon is up, and to her port 32373|My poor hulk draws steady to the stream: 32373|And lo! she glimmers in the light, 32373|And lo! she steers. 32373|This is no tropic night; there's frost on the wings, 32373|And freeze, freezing on the snow-wreaths amain: 32373|This is no tropic night! 32373|But here's a warmth, and here's health, and joy, and hope, 32373|And here's a wide world where I may go roam: 32373|Here's wide world! 32373|But here's a warmth, and here's health, and joy, and hope, 32373|And here's a cold sea, that will not welcome me. 32373|Here's wide world! 32373|This is no tropic night; on the edge of it 32373|You may talk o' love, and o' fitting for your sake: 32373|However you fare, you'll find a kind remoter sphere 32373|For you and me. 32373|Here's a warmth, and here's health, and here's joy, and here's hope, 32373|And here's a wide world where I may go roam. 32373|Here's wide world! 32373|This is no tropic night! here's a warm grave churl 32373|May scoff at pleasure, and disdain the joys of man; 32373|But here's a wide world where I may go roam. 32373|Here's wide world! 32373|This is no tropic night! and here's a health, 32373|And here's a health that never will do me a good; 32373|And here's a health that never will do me a good! 32373|I want no pleasures as of old, I know no end 32373|Of pleasures, and of delights that I shall gain. 32373|I want no pleasures as of old, I am grown old 32373|With griefs and travails, and I would give them all 32373|That I have ever known: 32373|I want no pleasures as of old, and here's an end 32373|Of joy and strife. 32373|Here's health, and here's joy, and here's peace, and here's love, 32373|And here's a wide world where I may go roam. 32373|Here's health, 32373|Here's joy, 32373|Here's peace, 32373|Here's love, 32373|Here's love 32373|Here's strife 32373|Here's love 32373|Here's strife 32373|Here's grief 32373|Here's grief 32373|Here's grief 32373|Here's strife 32373|Here's the same praise that I gave in my last lay, apropos, 32373|And all for the following reason:--she will be a woman, 32373|So that 'tis to Katherine, whom I love best of the sexes; 32373|Who in this particular has not the least of my grief: 32373|Though I will venture all things, from the highest to the lowest;-- 32373|For the same cause that I say I like her to none may be changed; 32373|So I can say that 'tis for the following reason only 32373|That none, with her, may have pleasure the more of it: 32373|But as I do not like it for the same reason Katherine likes it, 32373|So I can say 'tis for the following reason only. 32373|And this is no more than I do say, or would say, or do, 32373|Though it may be, in fact, some strange thing; for she will be a 32373|woman, and is quite in favour with me, and I 32373|am sure will go to see her, with no thought of denying her 32373|anything she asks: 32373|And so I say I like it for the same reason Katherine likes it, ======================================== SAMPLE 22150 ======================================== 36150|'Twas my fate to be poor all my life on earth. 36150|The old, old rhyme my children hear, 36150|Which once was woven in a night-- 36150|But it's all a dream--and so it is. 36150|I've learned that the best of men are the worst. 36150|I've learned that the world is much easier said; 36150|A man you'd take in a minute for an hour, 36150|Without all the fiddlers and all the fiddles, 36150|Oh, never thought of or heard of again! 36150|To you, my friends in the far off future. 36150|To you, my friends in the distant town, 36150|Of any one I must say this bit; 36150|'Twas a friend once, and a dearer one still. 36150|I'll tell you how it was; it was in the spring, 36150|And I was taking the first walk of my life; 36150|And I said to my little good-will-er, 36150|Who lay on my bosom in a brooding corner, 36150|"What is the good of the days we grew weary of?" 36150|And to my good-will-er I told it again, 36150|With a silent smile: "I'm thinking now of You." 36150|She told me the good of a life all spent-- 36150|She said: "No more of your life! it's not the same." 36150|And my heart was troubled with secret unrest-- 36150|I tried to hide it, but my thoughts were revealed 36150|And I said with a tremulous voice: "You are not dead! 36150|You are not dead--and never must be"! 36150|Ah, me! I was not young, and I was not fair, 36150|Though they made me the envy of the fair town. 36150|There was such a love of a beauty I felt 36150|That my face was one of the envy of the earth, 36150|And I loved You--I should now be happy to know 36150|You were not unhappy once--or I was not young! 36150|My heart was not young when You must have been there 36150|To steal my heart from me, or I was not fair! 36150|And now to the last moment I'm but a part 36150|Of the love that I feel in the bosom of earth, 36150|And the thoughts that are stirred in the bosom of earth-- 36150|I am here--as I was,--of one who has lived. 36150|And who was but last year's love that is gone, 36150|And the heart of another who was once mine! 36150|There is no one left to tell the story now; 36150|And I look back upon the happy past through a tear, 36150|I think of the love that I gave last year to You-- 36150|I'm coming to find You--I shall not wait!" 36150|To the lonely room I went, and there I found 36150|A little room, with a lighted window through which 36150|I saw the world to the west and south of France, 36150|Where the sea spread its mighty waves around them both. 36150|I took the little chair, and in my hand I held 36150|A little book, with the last page open wide, 36150|And I read what a man called his "old dearest friend." 36150|No more now of the joys you all have known, 36150|Of friendship that's lasted through the happy years, 36150|Of love that's loved and joys that fly away 36150|I am coming now to your old-time home! 36150|I read of the old town of Arras, 36150|And the walls fair and thickly seen; 36150|Of the walls with arbors and the moat 36150|And gates of brass that swung between; 36150|The old Arras, a town in France, 36150|That men call Arras, a town in France, 36150|Where the battle-babble is my song-- 36150|My song, the battle-babble I sing-- 36150|The songs my comrades sang in France, 36150|And the brothers, comrades--and remember, 36150|Here at home, beside my mother's knee. 36150| ======================================== SAMPLE 22160 ======================================== 18396|_Gentlemen, the time's past, gone by! 18396|The golden hour of youth has fled, 18396|And you're no more."_ 18396|The day was grey, the night her silent star, 18396|When I could stand on the hill and see, 18396|As the cloud came up to hide the moon, 18396|Her coming grey-headed John. 18396|She came not home, the sky was grey; 18396|The sea was black, the sun was down: 18396|I stood on the hill and shouted, "Hullo! 18396|The old house down! the old house down! 18396|The old house down! the old house down!" 18396|The wind blew loud, the waves roared high, 18396|O'er the grey stone of the old home low: 18396|I clambered up the moss-grown stair, 18396|And drank my fill from the spring at hie: 18396|And the wind, and the tide, and the sky 18396|Came down on the old grey house down. 18396|There's the door wide open as the gate: 18396|There's the key in the chamber cold: 18396|There's the hearth-stone--but it's shut-- 18396|The fire's died out in the hearth: 18396|O the warmth is gone from the bed 18396|And the warmth is fled from the head! 18396|It's the old grey house down! the old grey house down! 18396|That brings to remembrance a day gone by-- 18396|But not for our delightful days of yore, 18396|When love and friendship dwelt in your heart. 18396|'Tis lonely all these many days; 18396|'Tis lonely all these many hearts, 18396|And many a tear is shed, 18396|And many a hope endures 18396|That was once dear to your heart. 18396|And it's strange when memory takes 18396|A fond memory for its theme, 18396|To find that 'tis a childish tale 18396|That haunts the breast of care; 18396|To hear and muse that it was all 18396|But a childish theme for you; 18396|Or that, perhaps, the thoughts you thought 18396|Have grown so much of mortal gold, 18396|That youth, and sorrow, and love, 18396|Have ceased to worry your breast. 18396|The stars have fallen, O my Queen! 18396|And the night is closing owre us; 18396|But still, for comfort and delight, 18396|Our only wish is--still to be 18396|As last night we were, 18396|And still to linger o'er you. 18396|We 've laid aside the dust so dim, 18396|But we 'll sing a luverie to you, 18396|That never to leave you. 18396|The luverie we 'll bring to-night 18396|To your bower 'll be the ring, 18396|The gold that is bestowéd, 18396|The blooming, yellow flower, 18396|That we 've made to deck you. 18396|And I 'll bring that luverie and bower 18396|To crown you by the sea, 18396|And I 'll bring many a rosebud, 18396|All matchless and the fairest. 18396|My little luverie shall be here, 18396|Sweet flower to be beside; 18396|And we 'll crown you with the flowers 18396|That are made for lovers. 18396|And oh! wert thou but here with me, 18396|My sweet love, my Mary, 18396|My Mary, my sweet love, 18396|The joy of my bosom, 18396|I 'd bring thee as doting 18396|Upon my silver dross; 18396|I 'd bring thou the sweetest 18396|And loveliest o' the year. 18396|I 'd bring the bonnie bonny flower, 18396|That lives in the clover, 18396|And bring thee the blitest 18396|That I 've ever admired. 18396|And I 'll bring thee as blythe upon 18396|To mak my heart blithe and ======================================== SAMPLE 22170 ======================================== 1745|And they with eager speed that glorious Throne, 1745|Which once did terrify th' Earth with fear no more, 1745|To the great Throne with joy aloft them went. 1745|Nor unappeased thir joys, though earth did burn 1745|With Harmds, and Lights shon in thir Neboile, 1745|Long time with heav'nly pageant rising and setting: 1745|Amid the gleam of Swords that bright did pace 1745|Thir joy amid those arms that late did run 1745|Thir cherrie steps, now sloping stooping low, 1745|Pierced thir joy to mourn, and sad to share. 1745|On thir sad Brides an Angel strong did stand, 1745|And look big Brazen Thor, who once did shine 1745|On glorying Angels, in thir golden seeme; 1745|Deep thro' with tears in hasty showers did praid 1745|Their sad nuptials, and full grievous scorne, 1745|Full of sad joy did think to seee them take 1745|New Mate with Love, as new rejoice, new Arms, 1745|New Beames, new Shields, and new plumpe Livres: 1745|But God on high did frown, and curse the pair 1745|That would for such foul enormities draw 1745|Blood from a Foe; nor durst those pray for grace 1745|Unto his Shields, which God grieved sore 1745|That they should die so, and with expresse 1745|And tears, suffere endless sin among men. 1745|A huge stone he gaue with him to goe 1745|With him and with thir Bride, and that they might 1745|In th' midst be heard each to other pray, 1745|He set a stone as big as Turk or Boone 1745|To goe with them, and that he might be heard 1745|Far rather then that any Men of Troy 1745|Might hear, or Men of Armes, when out of Troy 1745|Forsworn they durst encounter Men of Troy 1745|In arms: his duty now was plain, and now 1745|Did gloriam among his men to wage, 1745|To them he gave such honor, that each one 1745|For that fair honour, as was due, 1745|Pray'd God they might be safe arrivd where safe 1745|Embarked might they abide, and there receive 1745|New life, as by his choice had been ordaind. 1745|And to thir happie happie state he sent 1745|Another in charge, whose duty then 1745|Did chiefly consist in preparing 1745|Thir chear, by sober life and honest works 1745|Attaining such riches, that he might serve 1745|Among thir Favours in thir State appeerd, 1745|As might the Holy Writ (*) in all thir ways 1745|Thir Holy Writes avow. About this time 1745|Ornaiza his Queen departed, and him 1745|Most Humble appeseld, to seeme christall 1745|And discreet. For of her intended Death 1745|No Book of Record in thir yearly Bids known; 1745|But what among them most fit was, bestowd 1745|Upon a Virgin, who might die ere eve 1745|Unwedded, and to her Repentance 1745|Hath made several Sin, and several Crises come 1745|Hath made several Wars among the Nations, 1745|Hath shed Millions of Riots, and throughout 1745|Hath made the Nation many as the Country 1745|But here his Bounty he returneth void, 1745|VVho to us for replenisht Justice due 1745|In supplication besought, that he 1745|Might reward our toil and toil continuall 1745|Among the Families of Heav'n, thro' Heav'n 1745|To bring to light thir destin'd Sons of Fire. 1745|But all unheard of was his Abstinence: 1745|Th' intent was never classid; few or none 1745|Maids were tempt't, or Men refused admittance 1745|To sweete thir Supper; some in civill State 1745| ======================================== SAMPLE 22180 ======================================== 1365|When we are alone, the stars above us, 1365|And the moon that shines above us are all 1365|As one soul and one spirit, and each 1365|Is a single God. 1365|And all is good. 1365|The birds and the bees 1365|Treat thee as of another, and forget 1365|Thy strange and subtle outward marks of pain: 1365|With thy great beauty thou dost blend and grow, 1365|Whilst they who look on thee with loving eyes 1365|Know not what thou art, but knowest not how 1365|To look on thee and ask. 1365|So live. 1365|And still as God, the Master, live on earth 1365|In strength and holiness, so thou shalt live 1365|In heavenly things, and walk the eternal ways, 1365|And be of good as he. 1365|If, when all else is brought to nought, 1365|The soul in man, though all things be forlorn, 1365|Be nourished to look in heaven, to rise 1365|From earth and gain for itself the skies, 1365|Then will there be no more for me 1365|In the world's strife, save only Heaven to grieve. 1365|For the poor soul in man, to whom Heaven has set 1365|The ideal of a perfect life, will grieve; 1365|And, being wholly to blame for its defects, 1365|There will be nothing in the world's struggle done 1365|Without some outward impression and impression 1365|Of failure and disgrace by the world's view. 1365|And those will come and then go and return, 1365|And all this world's turmoil shall be over, 1365|And the soul in man shall be made perfect. 1365|That is the soul. And, for this soul, 1365|Whose perfection is more perfect, 1365|Be happy, or be sad, 1365|It matters not; for what man has or has not 1365|Suffices, as the soul. 1365|And he who has not that will of his own, 1365|And must, by the circumstances of things, 1365|Imprint it to others. 1365|Ay, and the soul that has the finest eyes 1365|Of all Time's brightest and most beautiful, 1365|What time the last day's sun, 1365|And the last night's stars, shall be, 1365|Shall be but an alien to its world. 1365|Ah me! that we should perish thus! How ill 1365|Would all that life would be 1365|If, even in death, we had not seen 1365|SOME END OF OUR TRIALS 1365|Here is another piece of prose from the pages of The 1365|SELF-IDENTIFICATION AND THE RIGHT 1365|The Unwelcome American 1365|A Poet's Idea of the People 1365|O, once again for peace and you 1365|I had your picture, and ye sent me a note 1365|In this instance the verse and the poem, I know, 1365|But in the case of the song the voice of a child. 1365|Oh, the joy of the little poet's voice! 1365|When it comes o'er my head, and the heart of me 1365|Tells in the tune of a bird or the tune of a fish, 1365|And that little voice bids me sing or to talk 1365|And it speaks to my soul of the people that are poor. 1365|For it loves the old, and it loves the young, 1365|And it loves the young with the old, and the old with the young; 1365|For it loves the wise and the foolishly wise, 1365|And the foolishly wise with the foolishly wise; 1365|And the wise sings to the foolishly wise, 1365|And the foolishly wise sings to the foolishly wise; 1365|And the wise sings when the foolish sings, 1365|And the foolish sings when the wise sings, 1365|And the wise and the foolish sing together, 1365|And the wisest and the foolishest sing together, 1365|For the voice of the wise and the foolish speaks to the heart 1365|Of the people that are poor. 1365|O, the voice of the ======================================== SAMPLE 22190 ======================================== 20|So many glorious signs do flow from thir 20|Supremest pow'r, that whatsoever pow'r, 20|From Heav'n or Earth, can lay aside thir ranks 20|Of Heav'n Fire, and to thir engines leap, 20|As if their fires to higher things aspire; 20|So this fair World, this sumptuous Ark of joy, 20|Divided into lower Parts, had need 20|T'administer laws, to cleave its fabric, 20|Direct its motion, and direct 20|Its mutual Guide: what mortal thought 20|Could compass or direct? yet found they room 20|Within thir coach, and in thir connexion 20|Found welcome, and continual hope from Heav'n: 20|Thence had directd Providence determin'd 20|From whence first things speculative ought to run 20|To where last things are directing; last, 20|All knowledge also, whose intelligence 20|Foreseeing perfectness in all things plann'd, 20|First from the Beginning numbered, and the end 20|Utter thriveth infinite. Here was to finde 20|Catholick Catholick also, whom he call'd 20|From baptismal waters, and thus spake: 20|"O son, what is that yon bright meteoric flame, 20|That redounds, and maketh all things new, to burn 20|In righteousness, and to expend themselves 20|Burning, and to work eternal happines 20|In nature, if it self destroyes all: 20|As if it by direct accident 20|Had for its nucleus and eminence 20|The Valley that it views, and left the highth 20|Of Simla, and th' informed Aleian Flame 20|That mantle, riding, reckles not at all 20|At this late emprize; if this be grace, 20|It belongs to even and to base deserts. 20|Castes are thir honour now, what once was title. 20|Chador and Cowl have lost their name, and crownes 20|With these new titles have their dignity. 20|To our new titles therefore keep thine eyes, 20|And learn of me, what other titles are 20|Both of this new degree, and of thir kinde, 20|That are promotid alike of good and ill: 20|How they have issu'd in various fashions 20|From him who reigns in general, and of his 20|Prosperity and misery tells you. 20|"But though these higher titles be but mean, 20|Yet shall your Cither or your Mohranc uprise 20|(The first and second above the three which join 20|To form one Genii), if you keep your eyes 20|Wide open to the graces and the graces; 20|And look beyond venus, up to th' summit 20|Of that bright cluster, where the three combin'd 20|Collect their gifts of grace. For this cause I 20|Propose, they shall not all ascend to heare 20|Thir annual call, but vary it in sorte. 20|The one degree being the highest, the next 20|The lowest shall be the superiors of kings. 20|This is so farr than is commendable, 20|That it may be remark'd but seldom: let 20|The other degree, Citheronious, 20|Be read more neer, where I propos'd the same; 20|Where no vertue is discernd, no wisdom nae, 20|But Lust and House-dekkeke, lesse then Gluttony, 20|Do trade. O richesse species! O joye 20|In richesse ills! O bliss in quiet blisses! 20|This is the Glorie, this the honour meete 20|A King shall never more obtain by wars, 20|The other by fraud or treacherie should serve: 20|But the true Prince of Wales shall keep his due, 20|And the other to transgress shall neuer bee 20|Aire as lightly as the good princelie doeth 20|Whom he receiveth: and what is more fit, 20|That all in a loop without the skin shall fit, 20|So that the sonne greene or the sonne golde 20|Shall kindle the same flames, and to his heir appeer 20|Not by the body only, but the soule 20|Shall ======================================== SAMPLE 22200 ======================================== 28591|The light we seek to shed 28591|On all this crowd of life-- 28591|Oh, lift us up like dew 28591|And give us back to rise 28591|On airy pinions free 28591|In joy and life to grow! 28591|The world will never know, 28591|Till life's last day is done, 28591|Your presence like a star, 28591|Or ever the day was born! 28591|Though I have lived a life 28591|All, speaking angels call, 28591|I never heard you raise 28591|The joy of all I had. 28591|As water from a spring 28591|Your touch will bring again, 28591|And, gathered and distilled 28591|Within me, water clear. 28591|I know not what the way 28591|Will be, or if the day 28591|Will be that I shall walk 28591|With strength restored and clear, 28591|For all the grace, for all 28591|The wonder, and the peace, 28591|And hope, that you have brought. 28591|Ah! not to you--so I live 28591|Far from my dear, my home, 28591|Where every day will shine 28591|With sun and moon and stars. 28591|To you, not far, I may go 28591|And see the day dawn, 28591|With rose upon his cheek, 28591|Or shine with fire of love. 28591|I cannot see the day, 28591|No day's sweet eyes can show; 28591|I only see the day, 28591|And wish for it so. 28591|Ah, let me live that way, 28591|And all my hopes be clear, 28591|To me that day is not, 28591|That day is but a name; 28591|It gives no joy or light, 28591|To one nor all alone; 28591|But I must think what's near, 28591|And hope it will not stay. 28591|The stars are like bright hands 28591|That guide the silent skies; 28591|A golden thought-light shines 28591|On little worlds untrod. 28591|I see the light that lights 28591|The stars with brightest rays; 28591|The world is born again, 28591|And life is well begun. 28591|I am a little child 28591|That can but take and give; 28591|My joy is in the smallest things 28591|And life's smallest things are great. 28591|I wish that I could live once more 28591|In a great city of the free; 28591|But I cannot get my papers here 28591|From the penmen: they are all over town. 28591|"Your hands are dirty and yours are yeasty; 28591|They're bothering you all the day, 28591|And they're bothering your little ones so sore 28591|They must go wash themselves in puddles down." 28591|I must not be a beggar in the street, 28591|For little boys will take my clothing, 28591|Unless they like it better than the fashion; 28591|But I must, no longer, have my gowns, 28591|And it is now the fashion to wear shirts. 28591|I like to sit at home, and not be there 28591|Except as a sort of coachman; 28591|But I must wash my beautiful clothes 28591|And get them dressed all neatly, and mend 28591|My shoes; and to clean my precious clothes 28591|I must go to the town--and then 28591|Again, for clothes, I must go to the town, 28591|For it's a fashion quite out of fashion. 28591|I love to take my breakfast, 28591|And put my cup down; 28591|I love to eat a good breakfast, 28591|And drink my coffee; 28591|And, as my pipe is blowing, 28591|I sometimes tease my sister 28591|With saying I must stay. 28591|We must not talk about "the doctor," 28591|We must not see each other 28591|Or talk about anything. 28591|I love to sit up all night, 28591|And smoke my pipe-- 28591|And sing a song so merry, 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 22210 ======================================== 1746|I'll leave the dead alone, O King, 1746|And take my life on the world's fair tide. 1746|'For you, my mother of your mother be, 1746|If you have given me more of your love 1746|It shall be written in verse on a stone 1746|I love you as my own; 1746|And the world can only remember, not we, 1746|Your kiss upon my lips. 1746|'For you, my mother of my mother be, 1746|If you were all to give me the same 1746|Of the love you have been given to me 1746|It should not bring grief to your life, O King, 1746|Its meaning is the same, O King, 1746|It shall be written in verse on a stone 1746|Upon the wall of a house you build, 1746|That I love you as Lord of the land 1746|'For you, my mother of my mother, 1746|If you had granted me just my heart, 1746|Its sorrowing life should never come here, 1746|The pain of not having it should go; 1746|When I think on it, I find my pain 1746|No better with life than life had been. 1746|'For you, my mother of my mother, 1746|If you had given my heart one more tear 1746|That it might return to you, it could not, 1746|It had not lived, O King, it had lived; 1746|And when I think on it, I find my life 1746|No richer than life's life had been. 1746|'For you, my mother of my mother, 1746|If you had given my two last wild sighs 1746|Whereto one last loving kiss might fly, 1746|I had not lived, O King, I had lived; 1746|For I find my heart a life that's poor, 1746|No richer than life's life had been.' 1746|So the Queen in the hall of the High Hall of Funeral 1746|Made her funeral offering to the maid. 1746|The caskets of many a day and night were lifted 1746|To bring to her bier the maid that was Diana's. 1746|The caskets of many a night and day stood empty; 1746|And when they saw the casket in which she was clothed 1746|They began to flutter back the funeral pall, 1746|And to flutter forth the little golden veil, 1746|That she might wipe her heart's blood; in fear they bowed, 1746|As they saw their grief and trembling on her face. 1746|But when her sable hauberk was unsealed 1746|Which Diana had unbarred, they brought her forth, 1746|And placed in her hands the sceptre that she wore. 1746|'Wings of the Goddess,' they said. 1746|A thousand years have flown 1746|Since I went back to that fosse 1746|Where the great stones are piled alway, 1746|And the stone with the magic word, 1746|The magic word, is standing yet, 1746|Which the great stones say, stands forth. 1746|A thousand years have flown, 1746|I saw them long ago 1746|Hold the great stones up, and keep 1746|My step for evermore. 1746|Oh, there's a little green 1746|Lonely and green about; 1746|And I am standing on the edge of it, 1746|And there are trees, and little birds say, 1746|"Do you mean it--do you mean it?" 1746|And I, alone and lost and cold, 1746|Have stood, have stood in the sun, 1746|The bitter sun, my heart's reproach, 1746|My sin! for I am cold! 1746|I have heard the bells toll 1746|And seen the folk go by, 1746|And the great stones fall down, 1746|And the big stones rise, 1746|And the world takes to its rest; 1746|But this is what they said of me 1746|With my little green and flowers all around! 1746|Ah me, and how to stay 1746|With the flowers, with them, the world! 1746|And stand for ever, ======================================== SAMPLE 22220 ======================================== 34298|Still in the light their steps of love pursue: 34298|But where the star-crowned morn's pale pageant goes, 34298|Crowns the soft brow of Eve with stars of Day. 34298|And now--O Time's dark dream!--at last they fare 34298|From the cool city, which the day hath passed 34298|'Neath the blue wave--where the long shades divide, 34298|A dream before the vision--like the dawn 34298|At noon--beyond the mountains overhead, 34298|Fading from sight. 34298|The twilight, dim as in dream, was dim 34298|Above them; overhead the moon-lit clouds 34298|Pass'd, while the air, like the sad voice of prayer, 34298|From the cool temple resonant, began:-- 34298|"Come, love! be not sad, nor leave the shrine! 34298|For thee is nought to bring thy mother comfort,-- 34298|Nothing to cheer the widow--nothing 34298|To soothe the lover mourning his dear one, 34298|But dreams of earth and rest, and Love's sweet smile. 34298|"Henceforth let no thought, no word of mine 34298|But that deep hope,--that faith the world can give! 34298|If I should hear that dream of years expire, 34298|Then,--the dark temple--and the angel that stood 34298|In the dark hours of the year, with its bright hands 34298|Crept to the altar, and the choirs began. 34298|"Be strong, O Love! I am not hopeless! Fear not 34298|My faith, but, as the winds to dreams unfold, 34298|Waver the star that lights the mystic brow 34298|Worn at length by love in life's high desert; 34298|The wind may blow from Arcady! What if? 34298|"For me, for thee, the future,--all the past, 34298|In some remote night, while life and time are past; 34298|In that night, thy soul shall lift to heaven; 34298|And look out on the world that waits for thee!-- 34298|"And if the dream should die, the passion not; 34298|And I should hear thy voice no more from thee; 34298|And if for me thy voice should die with thee, 34298|Think not that death was best, for--'tis not life!"-- 34298|And, as the words fell, the moon arose; and o'er 34298|The holy temple all the moonlight shone, 34298|A lovely moon of starry splendour; and far, 34298|Around as far as eye could range, the shade 34298|Of alder, and the tender green of broom, 34298|Went up to heaven, and all the starry throng 34298|Flit softly as shadows from a dream. 34298|But all night long, as all things pass away, 34298|The altar stood,--bright, silent, empty now: 34298|And when the dawn of the morn is on the plain, 34298|The altar shines in the noonday of the year. 34298|And now the morning of his birth was born, 34298|And to the temple in the moonlight he did go; 34298|Went forth, and came before the King, 34298|With the first smile that shone and woke the earth, 34298|When first his lips had touched the things to be; 34298|And when at noon he crossed the threshold bare 34298|His brow was bowed, and round his feet the moss 34298|Was on the threshold moss alone, and in the house the night 34298|And then,--for Love's the art whose first stage is near-- 34298|Bowed low the brow. 34298|"And thus he stood, 34298|When first the moonbeam came 34298|To deck his tomb, a moonbeam of the sky; 34298|And round his brows the light that only lies on death's unshowered 34298|And then he lifted up a brow of scorn, 34298|And smote the stranger in the eye, 34298|And said, 34298|"No more a stranger can thou be 34298|Now to this temple, and my power made bare. 34298|I know them well. They are a hated race, 34298| ======================================== SAMPLE 22230 ======================================== 42058|"A wise man lives not on bread alone," 42058|My Master, with the heavy crook. 42058|The wind came down with a heavy gust, 42058|And swept the broken snow from the hill; 42058|The frosted flakes were scattered, in air, 42058|Like birds before their flight in the nest. 42058|My Master, with a heavy crook, 42058|Heaped the snow from the hill with heaps: 42058|I turned me to my book as I lay, 42058|And sorrowful looked to the west. 42058|In the north the wind came down like a blast, 42058|And swept the dark-blue flakes from the hill; 42058|The frosted flakes were scattered, in air, 42058|Like birds before their flight in the nest. 42058|In the east the wind came down like a storm, 42058|And swept the dark-blue flakes from the hill; 42058|I woke as from a sleep of sweet dreams, 42058|And sorrowful looked to the west. 42058|O, the flight of the white clouds in the north 42058|Is like a snow-flake in the bowl. 42058|"_I see a ghost in the parlour, 42058|And the ghosts of the old and the young_." 42058|"_I see a ghost, and the wind blows_," 42058|"_The wind is on the slopes and the snow falls,_" 42058|"_The wind is on the slopes, and the white flakes fall._" 42058|"_The wind is on the slopes, and the white flakes fall;_" 42058|I heard a voice cry in my sleep, 42058|A cry of many tears, I ween; 42058|'Twas a voice of my soul before me, telling me 42058|The sorrow of my fate. 42058|It cried in the darkness: "Woe is me! 42058|And woe is me, that I should stay! 42058|Here by the camp-fire are my bones, 42058|My bones together laid away. 42058|"Now I am a mighty ghost, 42058|And the wind blows as it used to blow, 42058|And the snow falls, as it used to fall, 42058|And the wind is on the slopes and the snow-flake falls; 42058|And the snow must melt or the tempests blow, 42058|The fires shall light or the clouds shall darken; 42058|The snow-flake or the fire shall defend us, 42058|If the wind blows cold or the snow falls cold!" 42058|It cried in the darkness, and the cry 42058|Awoke my soul in sadness. 42058|My feet were weary: I was weary; 42058|For the night-wind was sighing. 42058|I called to my love: "My love, my love, 42058|Let me lie in your bosom warm. 42058|I am too old for sloth or care, 42058|Too weak to linger long." 42058|She answered: "I am too old for pleasure 42058|In the land that is new and strange. 42058|Be comforted, love, I will guard you, 42058|Lest the cold should chill your breast." 42058|The darkness rolled down. And the wind 42058|Was moaning in a black cloud. 42058|The voice of the wind came faint and far, 42058|Far off in the lonely sea. 42058|It cried: "Be still, love, and thou shalt hear 42058|The sad voice of the dead." 42058|I heard my love cry: "Oh, cease the noise! 42058|The song is heard, O wind! 42058|And the ghost of my dead lies in my breast." 42058|It called: "I bring you tidings sad, 42058|For the dead is lying in the sea." 42058|I heard my love cry: "Oh, cease the cry! 42058|For I wail in my delight!" 42058|It said: "I bring you glad tidings, 42058|For you have heard of the brave." 42058|I heard my love cry: "Oh, cease the shout! 42058|For the dead is waking at last!" 42058|It said: "I bring ======================================== SAMPLE 22240 ======================================== 16688|'Tis in this spirit of song that the poet may express his thought. 16688|If in the old time they would not sing 16688|Their beautiful songs, 16688|As they toiled on through the glad July days, 16688|Then our sweet children sang as they toiled in the long night. 16688|Now they are gone,--and the forest trees 16688|Shall be their last remembrances of their praise; 16688|And the children all their lives will know 16688|That in their hearts the poet's thought was ever theirs. 16688|This is the song that the Children sing. 16688|And there are six of you,-- 16688|Not six like the trees 16688|But six feet and more. 16688|As they walked on the very pleasant summer-side 16688|They talked about the weather, 16688|And what new things would happen, as happened, 16688|When the old folks went to bed; 16688|And so they were just the kind of folks to make 16688|A man a home, 16688|When he lived in it. 16688|Six little boys were six-months-old, 16688|And two little girls were two-and-twenty; 16688|But all the rest of them 16688|Said they would see the Christmas-tree! 16688|There was a tree and a flower, 16688|And the tree was of gold, 16688|And the flower was a lily white, 16688|And the tree was a-twinkle in the sun; 16688|And that's the way the children kept 16688|On telling of the Christmas-tree! 16688|There was a man went up in a basket 16688|To sell cheese and honey, 16688|And what should he fail 16688|But the wind and the weather should drive him 16688|Up into the tree! 16688|He was not a thief, and he was not a dunce, 16688|But, oh, how they wished he'd come down! 16688|He sold the cheese in the pleasant weather, 16688|And the honey it bloomed! 16688|He sold the cheese out in the cold weather,-- 16688|When it sold at Christmas time! 16688|"This is a nice dog, I've seen him often; 16688|He'd a good bearing, and a good nose; 16688|As a boxer, he didn't try to fight, 16688|But he could hit a bullock, if you please." 16688|"And he is as clean a bullock as you see, 16688|But he looks a little tired here; 16688|Why don't you come a little down,-- 16688|Why don't you come a little down?" 16688|"Now, you'll carry the cheese, and honey, and tea, 16688|And the cow that gave the milk, to the tree!" 16688|So up the green tree the dog went down, 16688|And the children cheered when they saw him. 16688|But the cheese he was carrying was lost, 16688|And the cow milk he'd brought was gone. 16688|"Now if you'll have a good boy always," said they, 16688|"Why, why don't you carry the milk?" 16688|And he's "I can't carry it," says the dog, 16688|To the children that cried that day. 16688|"I can't carry it; don't say much more, 16688|For I've brought it a half a yard!" 16688|It was all a silly old woman said, 16688|And a silly old thing she said, 16688|And a silly old thing she said, 16688|And the kind of old people speak; 16688|And the kind of old people speak, 16688|And the kind of old people speak,-- 16688|"I can give you a very short definition-- 16688|I went over the hill, and I went in, 16688|And turned around, and where's the way?" 16688|And the children said, "Why, why, why, 16688|Don't know a hill from a low hill,"-- 16688|And the kind of old people were laughing 16688|At poor old woman and old dog. 16688|The dog that would bark no more 16688|He took the milk and the butter; ======================================== SAMPLE 22250 ======================================== 1304|With a sweet smile to greet me, 1304|'Sweet John,' she says, and gazes, 1304|'What is't that you show me? 1304|'Tis a ring that can never 1304|Give you pleasure, sweetest: 1304|Go lay down some gold, my dear, 1304|And take all the best that here 1304|May chance to come your way, 1304|In some quiet place, or park, 1304|Where you may lie, and let me 1304|Give you happiness.' 1304|And John smiled as she spake, 1304|And took the ring from her, 1304|And did not speak a word, 1304|But laid aside the gold, 1304|And took a dagger of scarlet, 1304|And to that place went he, 1304|And John went his way to that place, 1304|Where she did lie, and did not speak, 1304|Or a blessing she gave him, 1304|Or a word spoke of her. 1304|'Fair maid,' said he, 'you see 1304|I know you will be happy. 1304|You tell me that you love me.' 1304|'Ah, you do but fawn at my service, 1304|But I know, before you go, 1304|That you would have a thousand ways, 1304|From which I would not choose.' 1304|As the days that are over are coming, 1304|As the years that are over advancing, 1304|As the flowers that are springing are falling, 1304|As the sands of the sea are falling, 1304|As the sky, the sea, and the earth, 1304|Are as fair things that have lost their leaves, 1304|And their blossomings over, 1304|As the things that have died at our setting; 1304|As the stars in their glimmering, 1304|And the moon that is lying 1304|In her rack'd and golden vessel; 1304|As the wind in the flower'-hung glade, 1304|And the flowers in their blossomings 1304|Where they are lodging; 1304|As the waters that sleep on the side 1304|Of the shining hill, in the valley, 1304|And the streams, that run murmuring 1304|From their fountains down, 1304|Where they murmur and flow, 1304|As they murmured of old when they mingled, 1304|And were never parted: 1304|As the earth as it is in the spring 1304|And the summer that is near, 1304|As the earth when it gladdens and gladsome, 1304|As the flowers when they bloom; 1304|As the waves in their winding dance; 1304|As the birds in their flying, 1304|As they murmured of old when they mingled, 1304|And were never parted. 1304|O maidens and youths, and lovers, 1304|And all who are wise, 1304|When that your vows are as wind and no more; 1304|When your spirits have lost all power, 1304|And your thoughts are as stones, 1304|Then will the sun sink, and the day be over, 1304|And your vows have none. 1304|O maidens and youths, 'tis your turn to mourn! 1304|No rose in your bouquet, no lily fair, 1304|No lily, no rose; 1304|You may keep, but you cannot halloo. 1304|You may keep the roses, but you cannot halloo, 1304|And the eyes your vows have none. 1304|O mother, I know not what to say, 1304|Too happy is you, too happy, you 1304|Whose joy is to be glad. 1304|Your heart is in the woods! 1304|'Tis in the murmuring boughs, 1304|The leaves that gently part, 1304|The birds in song and air, 1304|The flowers in summer-vegetation, 1304|All in the pleasant pastures watered: 1304|Is it the moon that climbs the heaven 1304|By slow degrees? 1304|Or rather is it the moon, 1304|And the sun, and the stars, the wind, 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 22260 ======================================== I sat, and, sitting there, 8197|The dull thought sunk; how all that long day 8197|We had been sleeping on the sands, 8197|And I had not been watching here 8197|To keep his eyes, or if I had, 8197|How long they should have stayed away! 8197|"And you were just like the rest of you-- 8197|So calm, so full of youth and playtime, 8197|When you had just the rest of you!" 8197|That was the worst that could be said. 8197|Yet, now and then--I remember it-- 8197|"Your eyes were just like the rest of you, 8197|And you were young and innocent, 8197|And young and innocent you were-- 8197|And young and eager and beautiful 8197|You had just--one night." I never dared 8197|To utter it--but I heard it in dreams. 8197|She was not fair, and she was not good; 8197|The boy, who had known how she was made, 8197|Was quick to understand the art 8197|Of making her; and this one day 8197|We were friends, and he loved her then, 8197|Until our eyes became eyes again-- 8197|(So, for long nights I remember now-- 8197|Ah God, if I was there that night!) 8197|And now and then, he would ask she 8197|Had been his lover through her youth. 8197|And I had often told him, as we sat 8197|By that lonely sea, where, long ago, 8197|He had brought her to me in some far place, 8197|If he had loved her--why, it was God's love 8197|That had made her so perfect, and perfect fair. 8197|"But what is Love?" they said. "What is Love? 8197|You ask the boy--I dare not hear; 8197|He will not know, until the sea 8197|That lies between us sweeps away 8197|The cloud-rack from his eyes and mind. 8197|"You are not good enough to be Love! 8197|You are not young enough to be young; 8197|You are not beautiful enough to be Beautiful. 8197|You sit, alone in the sea's vast emptiness, 8197|And wonder, as you strain to rise and rise, 8197|Why on what path, if any, you must gird 8197|This world with many a thorn." Well, it seemed 8197|Some one stood by the sea--some one who heard 8197|The tale my thoughts had heard, and who knew 8197|That to her heart each half-crowned head 8197|Had told some other secret; one whose face 8197|Seemed near the end of history, whose light 8197|Glowed like a city-spire in some far land 8197|And who had known this only since childhood's hour, 8197|And now had learned it to my heart's desire. 8197|"And what is Love?" she said, "like a rose in bloom 8197|That turns to honey evening out of June?" 8197|My thoughts were young that morning when we met; 8197|One half-heart had no thought to hide behind, 8197|I was ashamed that she should see me think, 8197|And when we spoke I seemed unwilling to let 8197|One pearl of truth go dribbling down my ear: 8197|But in the light that was passing through the air 8197|My shame had long since passed away; I could not say 8197|Too loudly how I loved her; I could but say 8197|How that my love was perfect, and not rare, 8197|Because at last I knew that truth were stronger 8197|Than falsehoods in a thousand trials, stronger 8197|Than the hate of lovers who have tried 8197|The very secret of their partners to find, 8197|Than the cold fear, the hatred, and the cold 8197|Denials, and the bitter griefs that live 8197|For those betrayed whom there is naught to break, 8197|I was ashamed indeed to say. 8197|For this my hopes were high that day, 8197|That my soul would find the way 8197|Out of its heart-darkness; she, I knew ======================================== SAMPLE 22270 ======================================== 8187|On which he'd once had a jaunt at Levee, 8187|And found, 8187|For all his fancy, that the tide, at Levee, 8187|Was more in his uncle's lane. 8187|Oh! would to thee the Muse have had the breast 8187|To write a "Traveller" to the fame 8187|Of one who, on a July night, 8187|Had chance along the moonless lea 8187|To make acquaintance with the light, 8187|And hear him tell, as one in grace, 8187|What country was so fair, and how, 8187|By a moonlit night, 8187|He'd seen, by sea, at Salso's mouth, 8187|And many another, finer gleam. 8187|The poet had not lived to tell 8187|The end of that delightful shore;-- 8187|But he was glad, when, one sad night, 8187|The poor old man was found at rest 8187|In Broughton's back-woods, by the shore 8187|Where, by the tide, the vagrant faun 8187|Of those fair rocks to sea had fled 8187|Whose waves he'd watched, so fleet and light 8187|And lustrous, o'er o'er sea and sky;-- 8187|Fond of the spot that once his love had known, 8187|He sought a spot where boughs and flowers, 8187|And music-tune, were roundly heard 8187|By the poor lover, still and blind,-- 8187|Where the great oak, o'er whose headland seen 8187|A hundred leagues from shore to shore, 8187|Was ever heard the ocean's roar, 8187|Which, heard, had thrilled thro' every vein 8187|Of that brave man--but never yet 8187|To a memory like that of the heart 8187|Which throbs in his, though but in melody! 8187|Then came the month,--then all was still,-- 8187|For the moon, without her beam, 8187|Had sat without her light, so bright, 8187|That it would darkly blind a brain 8187|If day itself should leave it dark. 8187|So, all of that month, from morn till night, 8187|A man lay down beneath the trees 8187|Where he had come to dream away-- 8187|Dreams which, tho' not to earth replied, 8187|To the moon were sweet, and made her dream 8187|Of him asleep on Broughton's shore, 8187|And his arms around her as he slept-- 8187|And the dreams of love are like the leaves, 8187|That hide the flowers, tho' seen so near; 8187|And, tho' thus sung, this summer night, 8187|The fates to him have left their bloom, 8187|And never have come nigh them, Friend. 8187|He was a noble man, of high birth, 8187|And--not a name that's lost in time-- 8187|He had brought his little daughter forth, 8187|(Her parents toiling for their sake) 8187|And made him, for a year at least, 8187|The token of this little one. 8187|Then, one sad, weary night,-- 8187|To tell the truth, it might be more,-- 8187|They drove apart--and never more 8187|Came the dear name of Broughton's shore 8187|To call their little child his own, 8187|Tho' he had felt a deep pride 8187|In the good boy's being to his home. 8187|The next night when the sun was low, 8187|And the stars yet trembled in the sky, 8187|When, all around, all the air was still, 8187|They turned, as it were, from the sight, 8187|And stood, in silence, while the light 8187|Of the moon came softly o'er their brow:-- 8187|While the heart that still was throbbing 8187|In the bosom of that fair, silent spot 8187|Felt the power of its God, whose hand 8187|Bore witness, that, long years ago, 8187|The youth who now rests under that sod, ======================================== SAMPLE 22280 ======================================== 30282|Hys wyrst _þi_, þat is wroȝt, þat is wroȝt: 30282|Hys blev ar þe borȝ, þat is borȝ, þat is borȝ; 30282|Ȝe is blysned, þat is blysned, þat is blysned; 30282|Hyl oþer my ryȝt, þat is lyȝt, þat is lyȝt, 30282|Hyl at þis arn seuen, þat is ȝede, þat is ȝede; 30282|How _þy_ neu{er_ wer lef, etc.) 30282|Hys nesce is on hys stede, þat neu{er} wer lef; 30282|Hys dures heue á _Ȝet_, þat is ȝet, þat is ȝet; 30282|He is blysned of þis brayde, þat is not yet; 30282|Þe borȝ watȝ blayned, þe bod is blayde, þe bod is blayde; 30282|He watȝ blayned of þis dyst, þe bod is not yet: 30282|Þe oure herte is byde, þe oure herte is byde; 30282|Þe rentur is ryȝtwys, þe rentur is ryȝtwys; 30282|Þat ros byrde on-sware, þe ros byrde on-sware, 30282|Þat ros byrde on-trowed, þat ros byrde on-trowed, 30282|Þat ros byrlonged w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, þat ros byrlonged w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne; 30282|Þe{n}ne ros lyst to lu{n}ge, þe ros lyst to lu{n}ge, 30282|Þat lyf w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, þat lyf w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, 30282|Þat lyf won of þis lyf w{i]t{h}-i{n}ne, þat lyf w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne; 30282|Þen-i{n}ne v{us} sy{n}ne, þe i{n}ne v{us} sy{n}ne, 30282|Þe arn knowne i{n} islande; þat arn knowne i{n} islande. 30282|Þer-þe oure breth w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, þe brode w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, 30282|Þat þ{o}u bred of _b{erin_, þat bred of _b{erin_, 30282|Þow segyste to sege, þ{o}u is w{i}t{h}in þ{o}u gaye, 30282|W{i}t{h}-i{n}ne þe{n}ne to breȝen, þ{o}u is bryȝt bryȝed so, 30282|For hoyse he watȝ brokken þere þis brokken to sege; 30282|Þe asse þer-i{n}ne, þe asse þer-i{n}ne, þat i{n}-to þe sege; 30282|And loked on þis lefe whyte, þe linge langed; 30282|And loked on þis londe whyte, þe linge brenn, 30282|for more] 30282|Ioye þ{o}u is lyche, þ{o}u is lykes, þ{o}u is lykloes.” 30282|Þe{n}ne he wat� ======================================== SAMPLE 22290 ======================================== 18500|_Auld Nick_, a very large man, 18500|Who went in search of a snuff-box. 18500|_Auld Nick, an old hog_, a bird, 18500|The author of this epitaph.] 18500|_Baa, ba, bad man, 18500|You stole some plums from a manger!_ 18500|_Baa, ba, bad man, 18500|You stole some plums from a stall!_ 18500|_Baa, ba, bad man, 18500|Ought o' magic and might:_ 18500|_Baa, ba, bad man_, a bird, 18500|The author of this epitaph.] 18500|_Be careful what you say, 18500|For some of your fellows_ 18500|_But some of your fellows_, etc., 18500|_Whistle, and you're sure to catch_, 18500|_And some of your fellows_, etc. 18500|This hymn is addressed to two or three persons; the third to a 18500|gleaming light-house on the hill, or the sun. 18500|When the soul flies into a sleep, 18500|I like to have a golden cup, 18500|The soul will fly till the morning light, 18500|And return to me, ere the day be done. 18500|From "Sir Nicholas," adopted for the present by Mr. W. 18500|_Amen! and Amen! baith bush, brown, and gold, 18500|And the blackbird in the tree! 18500|Though the lot is cast where the blade is weak, 18500|And the rose none, one, two, may bloom, 18500|Yet the blade and rose will make a double prize, 18500|If we two keep austerities. 18500|In yon deep blue ocean there lurk 18500|An army of three hundred bees, 18500|They build beneath the dewy moon, 18500|As fast as ever they can, 18500|And soon will warble to the sky 18500|Their songs of labour and rest, 18500|When the rose is fallen and dead, 18500|Then the blackbird has a song. 18500|The lark, he warbles through the skies, 18500|And his tune is such as you please; 18500|He has got a golden throat, 18500|And airs him in this way:-- 18500|While hiving maids, 18500|As they attend on shepherd lark, 18500|In pairs compete, 18500|But I can't make a couple of. 18500|Then let us all warble hallelujah, 18500|And all join in, 18500|For we never can sing hosannas together 18500|That we havn't found a way to sing 18500|Since the day on which we saw the sky. 18500|Then when our hearts are light, 18500|And the dark night closes nigh 18500|We'll look back on the long and dreary years 18500|And sing, till age shall weep 18500|Into our eyes the parting smile 18500|Of the bright stars, when we come home. 18500|I met a man, that walked afield, 18500|Whose coat was red, and who had blue; 18500|He had a black horse, and a white steed, 18500|And he had a little dog by his side; 18500|The dog was good nat'ral, and the horse bold, 18500|And the little steed had a good time. 18500|There were two robins in a tree, 18500|And they said, "Oh, who will sow us twain?" 18500|"I will, Sir," said the first, 18500|"Put one fragrant in thy pants, 18500|And one in thine e'e; 18500|Thou canst sow both when thou wilt, 18500|But not both in one." 18500|"I will, Sir," said the other robin, 18500|"You're both in a trice; 18500|I'll sow ye both at once--'tis true; 18500|The first in thy pants, 18500|The prittye will in thy pants." 18500|"I will, Sir," said the ======================================== SAMPLE 22300 ======================================== 13086|Thou that wilt be the flower of all the world. 13086|There was a light that moved thee there, 13086|A breath was there in thy throat, 13086|A cry was there in thy heart, 13086|A breath was there in thy heart. 13086|Thy soul was with me at the last, 13086|I saw my soul there, last of the three. 13086|Thou was the dream of all the three, 13086|I was thy lover; thou'rt far away now, 13086|I am thy heart, O my love, 13086|I am thy soul, O my heart. 13086|There was a child that wandered from the road 13086|In my arms; it wandered still in mine, 13086|Mine arms and hair and face were still as white 13086|The little child's hair was white. 13086|The child's love was so strong it was like a flood, 13086|When the day was done, and the sun went down: 13086|Mine arms were white and all soft with its breath, 13086|I was its father. So I heard it say: 13086|"I gave thee, O man, this breath, and thou hast died:" 13086|And I have gone forth and am on my way to-day, 13086|I have come unto my house to bring thee in to me. 13086|The wind sang to him and wept in his hair; 13086|It bade him rest, and kiss the breast of birth. 13086|But my love I shall not keep 13086|Alive, though I be dead. 13086|My heart shall rest there still, 13086|And lie where thou art dead. 13086|The wind sang sweet to him in the twilight, 13086|It bade him rest, and kiss the breast of birth. 13086|But my love I shall not keep 13086|Alive, though I be dead. 13086|My heart shall rest there still, 13086|And lie where thou art dead. 13086|The fair sea-king had seven fair maidens, 13086|All fair of face and sweet of feature; 13086|Seven maidens fair of face and white of limb, 13086|With stars on their heads, and their eyes like stars. 13086|He asked a dove to bring him wine, 13086|And four sweet birds made fast to his knee. 13086|His babe she was white and his babes were blue, 13086|From the star-famed city in the east to the west. 13086|His babe she was wan of cheek and his belly small, 13086|And his babes were ripe as strawberries ripe. 13086|The fair sea-king came down to his child. 13086|"What would'st thou have, my child?" quoth he. 13086|And the child said, "I would have my star of love, 13086|To fly in the east to the west,"--"That would'st thou have." 13086|The wind sang sweet to him in the twilight, 13086|And wept in his white face with his babe at his knee. 13086|His babe she was white of cheek and her babes were both red, 13086|And he turned away, and he turned to the west. 13086|And then the fair sea-king set sail for the land. 13086|"Alas!" said he, "thou com'st to claim my aid! 13086|And, wilt thou, my dove, thy white of cheek reward? 13086|"Away!" said the child, "I will not ask of thee, 13086|And a dove will none of my red-robin' fame." 13086|She sang out a song of a great white bird, 13086|And they two went sailing down to the sea. 13086|And the fair sea-king's daughter sat by his knee, 13086|And the pale moon was so pale in her glass, 13086|As she listened with her bosom against her cheek, 13086|To hear her lover singing against her heart. 13086|Oh, how she cried, and with a groan grew faint! 13086|And the fair sea-king sailed from the east to the west. 13086|"Thou shall love me!" said he, and kiss'd her fair one. 13086|And the fair sea-king's daughter bade her ======================================== SAMPLE 22310 ======================================== 10602|To him and thine both doth giue for his to wate, 10602|So they to do the honour they to him do. 10602|Lo, they that with them to the goddo end, 10602|So giues, and so receyve all the honour! 10602|And he that the best to be the deere neere 10602|Of them that doo him honour, that it shent, 10602|Sole, and the best honour and deere ever 10602|That doer of the wyse of all the worlds on honde, 10602|And of himselfe his owne, which his wyfe doth feighte, 10602|And hath to honour, and to merit dogereth, 10602|Unto alceste him to almighty god, that shente 10602|The honour of this worschipe, by blis and by deede. 10602|Thenlke as ther is in the worlde no glory, 10602|All that doo glory, which with them is shent, 10602|So them withoute glory or glory to have 10602|For ioye or ioye, doo iustifie and heigh, 10602|Fayre, yonge, and socouering, ful of goodlihe, 10602|And so are they, and so is their hewly yhe. 10602|"Thus is it doon unto the goddesse blis" 10602|That is so bold, as herth the worlde doth see, 10602|"Durst in thyn emperiouns, if they you knowe, 10602|Seynt Philisabeth, by myght of his wordes light, 10602|Thou art no whit inferior in the worlde, 10602|To Philisabeth, if for myght thou be weryght." 10602|But Philisabeth, that was wery of her wordes, 10602|Furnyd wel the wordes of him that was so fayre, 10602|And, by deede, of him sent was to be softe, 10602|That, when that he sate with his wit in hart, 10602|The goddesse, which that worlde so sory mought, 10602|With al that wordes that she had for answere, 10602|Made in his braines to hele her theventure, 10602|And thus began his minde, which to rehearse 10602|Had needeth eternall to th'intended space:-- 10602|"Sir, by myght, by this goddesse goddesse, 10602|I am here, and with yeeres witt hath my wayes; 10602|For I am a worlde in wit, a man in might, 10602|And yeeres on my body hath bestyng wroght; 10602|And so be I to th'falle of th'worlde delight, 10602|As it is fit I thare should with thre. 10602|And th'Ivy of my might, which is so great, 10602|Fayndesse it so shall seeme, that I ne must 10602|Fro yeeres handes, to goe unto yeeres ende; 10602|That if I see ayeins, I mai it noght fear; 10602|For if the fayre Ivy be no remedy, 10602|My lewde wittes shall me thus greatly slough."* 10602|"Nay, ay, for," quod he, "it nocht thee feynde, 10602|I am an Iver that it may falsly fele. 10602|And that I see, yis," quod she, with an hewe, 10602|Th'Iverous, that in his shewles was a schewe; 10602|"And that I see, yis," quod she, "is of me moche, 10602|And yow knowe Ive, that, thoughte for my fere, 10602|The Iverous, whiche that hir powly was, 10602|That was so cunning, so craftily to crie, 10602|To ayein, yow shall with the vertu nere, 10602|But with good loking, and with good h ======================================== SAMPLE 22320 ======================================== 17393|Is this the point?--I see some people want 17393|A bit of a break. I've only been 17393|The same old one for ten years, and guess 17393|The only reason why they come 17393|All in the open now is: you see 17393|That's about as bad as I've been able 17393|In life to deal with when I've been done. 17393|But if I'd come the first year I did, 17393|What then?--I'd see a more than usual rise 17393|In the stock market--and some money! 17393|Then the Bank would give me a commission, 17393|With what it takes! and then my creditors, 17393|Not being lawyers yet, would pass the buck 17393|On to their own arbitration! This 17393|Made me as sure of a creditor, 17393|By way of showing that I was one. 17393|But if I'd come last year--it was then 17393|Last year too, and last as well!--I'd see 17393|What was before me, and, as always, 17393|The city's best and fairest showered down 17393|In the most jolly form of a loan. 17393|And, if I'd come then, I'd observe the town 17393|Furnished by business, with a run on 17393|Stockyards and a credit on it sprinkled. 17393|Then, too, if I'd come, there'd appear to be 17393|No escape from their harshness. It would seem 17393|Like all things that rose to be had been 17393|To rise from a stage where all things fell. 17393|I do not wish to make much of all, 17393|But point out, in a most curious way, 17393|That's going on now--that the old view 17393|Of things as being on either hand 17393|Or middle--which has been so the whole 17393|Short history of time to me it seems-- 17393|Cares not for nothing now. I can see 17393|No good in any thing but what's new: 17393|The days before me no man could see 17393|One single thing done well. All that is done 17393|To-day would strike me as rather odd: 17393|I should say something bad of the last reign, 17393|Not the old actors. The city's in fright: 17393|You see the banks are over-leisten'd, 17393|And look at the market and hear the din 17393|Of each new coin; and I must pay some taxes, 17393|And pay for the power to issue coin. 17393|So I have learned that I have less to fear 17393|From these old fools than they--the bad actors. 17393|You've seen the way the city's to-day; 17393|The shops are a wreck; the people dash'd 17393|Upon the stones: and when anon 17393|I read the market's daily spread, 17393|They say the men in them have taken 17393|A dreadful beating! But, please you, listen! 17393|My old adversary, the Mayor, 17393|When this last panic comes, can tell 17393|More than you think:--he'll say his foes 17393|Have tried to wreck his coin, and not a drop 17393|Have 'scaped out of their pockets! So, sir, 17393|The City of London, which is near 17393|To God when He's going to make His nest, 17393|Has still a faith in gold. All's well! 17393|Look at the people on the Thames-- 17393|A hundred miles it takes them here-- 17393|And look at the people on the Red: 17393|"One cent is one cent," says God! 17393|But look at the people on the Market: 17393|Their bills are down--they're full: and look 17393|At the people on the Thames--a hundred-- 17393|They're all in debt and hungry. Why, sir, 17393|There surely are better things to do 17393|Than to buy up here, and put these people 17393|To work at anything? They don't know 17393|What it is in the air to stay: 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 22330 ======================================== 19221|And every breeze was a breath of prayer. 19221|The woods were white, the birds were gay, 19221|The air was sweet, the water ran 19221|Sweet smelling salts, which did repulse 19221|Fear from the heart of the heartèd deer. 19221|The night was bright, the moon was bright, 19221|And like a star all heaven was there, 19221|Where the wind blew, and the moon shone bright, 19221|The Deer were feeding in the Woods, 19221|And the birds were music and delight, 19221|And every tree did sound and sing 19221|With the wind in their pure topick anon. 19221|The Deer were feeding in the Woods, 19221|And the birds were music and delight, 19221|And every tree did sound and sing 19221|With the wind in their pure topick; 19221|And all the world was like a lake, 19221|And the stars like lamps did shine in heaven, 19221|And the sun shone forth in splendor; 19221|And the clouds, and the snow, and the rain, 19221|And the night and day like one whole dream, 19221|Were like one whole splendour in the air, 19221|The Deer were breathing in the Woods, 19221|And the birds were music and delight. 19221|Oh, what a pleasure it was to me 19221|To see the deer walking in the Woods, 19221|And the bird-calls answering one another 19221|On the loud morn of a summery day! 19221|The sun in his high place smilingly 19221|Looked down with a favour upon us all; 19221|We look'd on the pleasant folks, and he 19221|Beheld our little island-dawn; 19221|And then he looked down upon the plain 19221|Of the wide world, where he laugh'd with us. 19221|In a world of pleasure I'll travel, 19221|And I'll find among mankind a home; 19221|And they shall be to me as I was 19221|Before I knew, or knew, that they were Man. 19221|Now mark me! in what state can I sleep now? 19221|On what couch or in what navel-bird 19221|Shall I lie till morning of the day 19221|In a world of pain, and weary, faint, 19221|And very sorrow? But, content, content! 19221|For who sleeps not under the green grass? 19221|Not thou -- thou angel of the sad, 19221|Sweet, sad Angel of the poor; 19221|Thou gavest to us, and we accept 19221|That which we gav'n thee from the rest; 19221|We give thee all, -- oh! how most 19221|We give the gift that we can give! 19221|We give to thee the world of sense, 19221|The things we scarcely know our selves; 19221|We give to thee the world of sense 19221|The world of sense we scarcely know ourselves. 19221|A world of sense ourself we seem, 19221|A world of sense ourself we seem; 19221|We seem a world of sense ourselves, 19221|Oh! woe is us, we seem a world of sense! 19221|For thee, thyself, thine own self we seem; 19221|For thee, thyself, thine own self we seem; 19221|We seem a world of sense, 19221|A world of sense, -- we seem a world of sense. 19221|I saw her first by rote; 19221|Nor, to her name a single confessed, 19221|I knew a single man whoe'er 19221|Could trace the lineaments of her face; 19221|A face I loved, and which I could not ban, 19221|And wish to ban it from my memory still. 19221|The first was she, the fair one, who, in boyhood's time, 19221|Had crowned my first beauty with her self-same guerdon, 19221|But, like the sun, when night with shadows is cloak'd, 19221|In like confusion dazzled the bright scene, 19221|And, by the night's delusion and its damps, 19221|Has in the morning made a cloud of all his own. ======================================== SAMPLE 22340 ======================================== Away with her--for love and reason, 37804|And for her sake, and for thy sake alone: 37804|For thy fair child is gone, and we must yield 37804|To evil. 'Tis well that they no more 37804|Should meet. For what is lost with thee and me 37804|When love and death have wrought a union? 37804|What is a union? Only the pain 37804|That thou and I might well refuse, 37804|So long as those, who mourn that we have lived, 37804|Are willing to accept the bliss' complete. 37804|Farewell; I may not tell thee more. 37804|'Twill be a long letter, but this I know, 37804|And that I bear: Thou knewest, when first 37804|Thy hand in mine was laid, as now I tell, 37804|That we had set our hearts upon a vow: 37804|And if the letter bore no further promise, 37804|And all seemed dark and lost beneath the moon, 37804|When thou, the child of pride, hadst made thee sad, 37804|Then shouldst thou have made us happy: for we 37804|Dwelt on the brink of wrong, and thou, the child 37804|Of luxury, thoughtest as we thought-- 37804|And we, the poor and meek, knew not the wrong. 37804|But as it was, thy hand, laying on mine 37804|My heart to rest, in all my life's advance 37804|And hope, thou hast, by hard necessity, 37804|Set me so near a heart to cheer, 37804|As, when the day's work was done, that evening 37804|I rose to go to sleep, and, lo!--thou art gone. 37804|A very little child, the night of my youth 37804|With thee was gone. I was a child by choice, 37804|In the full light of freedom, but I came 37804|So late, without a kiss; and if at last 37804|Thou gav'st me back what thou hadst taken from me, 37804|What is more, I pray, for ever, that thou 37804|Shouldst feel again the first sweet passion-pride 37804|That makes my heart a burning coal, and cloy.-- 37804|If thou, then, hadst made good to me a pledge, 37804|We had been happier. I have learned to bear. 37804|But that thou art gone--if thou art out there, 37804|And if thou wilt not come again, I must: 37804|And, if I must stay here thus without thee, 37804|Here let me die: thou gavest to thy friend 37804|A thing thou knowest, and the day of all 37804|Is come, the last day of days,--a man dies,-- 37804|And that thou wilt come is plain enough: I go. 37804|I went,--but I have been: I have been a day, 37804|And now, O God, I want thee! not I can make 37804|Oft whole days of mourning; nor do all 37804|My heart-strings reply, but in them I sing 37804|With little voice. Thou knowest, and I know; 37804|For I have lived without one sorrow yet, 37804|O what have I to lose? This very night 37804|I pray thy will with prayers and vows of love, 37804|That thou mayest never come again! 37804|'Twas no child's whim, but, since my heart was not 37804|I longed for the return of my dear; 37804|And for my comfort at last I sought him, 37804|But, when I prayed, my prayer was in vain; 37804|For, when he passed away from my sight, 37804|I found him not. When to the house I went, 37804|I found him not: I sought him not, the while 37804|The dark clouds hid his face; for to my sight 37804|He never came again. That day I lay 37804|And cried for him to come back, nor found 37804|A word; and when the next day dawned, and he 37804|Awaited me, my heart failed, and I found 37804|No sign, and then again his absence made 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 22350 ======================================== 5185|Then I taught the people, 5185|Ancient people, wisdom-winners, 5185|How to build a sacred village, 5185|How to raise an army's wood-craft, 5185|How to fight a mortal enemy. 5185|To the people thus I spake, speaking: 5185|"Do not waste your thought and energies 5185|In the name of gold or silver; 5185|Let your care be only in building, 5185|Let your thought be solely devoted 5185|To the good of guests and householders." 5185|On the morrow lead my people, 5185|On the eighteenth of the moonlight 5185|I will send my host of ancient heroes 5185|To bestow the wonder-working champions, 5185|To the people of the Northland, 5185|To the island-dwellers there. 5185|Then I went to Wainola's woodlands, 5185|Went to Kalevala's broad valleys, 5185|Sang a song and waked the echoes, 5185|To the living stones and withered fir-leaves 5185|Joined my singing birds of feather, 5185|Tied my birds in flying flocks to meadows, 5185|Laid them in the folds of strawfold-kettles, 5185|Laid them in the folds of flax-work sweaters, 5185|Set my cut-lawn horses in motion, 5185|And myself warmed my steed in blocking. 5185|On the twenty-second of April, 5185|In the tenth year of the reign of Juutas, 5185|Heimskringla was my hunting-ground; 5185|Twenty-two sons there were doomed to death, 5185|And the bear was sacrificed to Suuriste, 5185|On the interment-ground of Juutas. 5185|When the time for slaughter had come, 5185|In the twentieth year of the reign of Pohya, 5185|Sorely did the slain suffer loss, 5185|And the bones were marred with witchcraft ling, 5185|And the blood drained from the bones at night-tide, 5185|For the cruel Sares ate the sorcerers, 5185|Drank at Jummokul's well of murder, 5185|And the blood refreshed the murdered Sares; 5185|On the waters of Tuoni's river, 5185|Brought the slain to Mana's upland, 5185|Thirteen sons, moreover, doomed to death, 5185|Underneath the salt marsh grasslands, 5185|On Manala's broad and evil rivers, 5185|On the order of Waub-Odanoor. 5185|Empty were the drums in Suuriste's keeping. 5185|When the aged Lapland's heroes, 5185|Three destined for the stake-fires, left him, 5185|Only three were left in doubt, Suuriste, 5185|Only three at least were sure. 5185|Spake Lapland's aged seer in thiswise: 5185|"In the stake-fires there are many heroes, 5185|Ears four are posly and loud-remitting, 5185|Bones three are chalky and renowned, 5185|Bones two are long of phantom length, 5185|And the tongues are gingerish-white as cream." 5185|Then he watched the night, and waited, 5185|Spake these words to Lemminkainen: 5185|"O, thou son of Lapland, Kaukomieli, 5185|Haste away at once to Manala, 5185|Seek thou out these heroes' guardian, 5185|Learn their three most sacred virtues! 5185|Three things most essential to Manala, 5185|Three the heroes most revered of mortals: 5185|Nameless are Lemminkainen's virtues, 5185|Lemminkainen's name is but a nickname. 5185|Faithful as water, pure as untainted; 5185|Merits no name, no epithet, no appellation. 5185|Firm as himself, a man of scanty faculties; 5185|Eyes like the water-god, sailor, perch, 5185|With a rudder to steer and a gaff to guide him; 5185|Feathers like ======================================== SAMPLE 22360 ======================================== 20956|The old woman cried 20956|(I can't tell where the words came) 20956|_When you are a man._ 20956|And she turned and looked at me, 20956|(But I can't make out a word) 20956|_And oh, but the things you know 20956|When you are a man._ 20956|My dear, she thought of me, 20956|(And the tear stood in her eye) 20956|_When you are a man._ 20956|As through the garden 20956|I came out, 20956|I saw the grass was green, 20956|And all the daisies blue. 20956|I heard their soft refrain-- 20956|The wind's low moan, 20956|As through the garden 20956|I came out. 20956|And there, among the daisies 20956|I stood, alone, 20956|And, as through the garden 20956|I came out. 20956|My dear, a little while 20956|I thought (a little while), 20956|That I would stand alone, 20956|And gaze through tear-drops 20956|In the soft evening air: 20956|And I have stood alone, 20956|And gazed, and thought a little, 20956|And I felt as through a spell 20956|The peace of wide-flung trees, 20956|And a peace that was not of the earth, 20956|A peace of grass-clad grass, 20956|A peace of eyes that looked beyond 20956|The eyes of mortal men: 20956|For the spirit doth lie unseen, 20956|And doth in these woods abide. 20956|And now, by the red fire's glow, 20956|By the blue lake's foam, 20956|I thought the old woman's eye, 20956|Through the tear-drop's glow, 20956|Which fell as softly there as now 20956|On my cheek, could see 20956|The man who made such peace with God 20956|Stand, and be mine! 20956|I heard a little child, 20956|As he was trilling, say: 20956|_I_ know of no "second place"; 20956|"_No_ second place" he cried; 20956|"_I_ was not ready, or why?" 20956|And the child, who all was young, 20956|_I_ know: for he _was_ young! 20956|And the child we made laugh 20956|For we knew not why, 20956|We left him there alone 20956|In the little child's dream, 20956|In the long, long night,-- 20956|"_The first place_" is not for _these_, 20956|_These_ and I; 20956|_The second place_ is for thee, 20956|_Thine_ and me. 20956|As the blue sky was full of sun 20956|I rose at break of day, 20956|And as I rose, the woods grew green 20956|That lay about my feet. 20956|As I rose to the fresh air, 20956|The birds did sing for joy, 20956|And the water ran along the beach 20956|In little children's play. 20956|As I sat by the watering-place 20956|Where the white gulls flew, 20956|My thoughts did all in silence dwell 20956|On the coming day. 20956|As I was coming along, 20956|A little boy he ran, 20956|A little boy, and all in white, 20956|And then the clouds grew gray. 20956|With a little gown upon his back, 20956|And a little hat on his head, 20956|And a little gown upon his back, 20956|He pushed thro' the grass and clover; 20956|And the day was just at half-past three. 20956|Upon the lawn there lay two runners, 20956|As white as driven snow, 20956|Running full speed after he who went 20956|To fetch them a bone. 20956|Said the little runner to the little runner: 20956|"If you win, I'll give you a bone; 20956|If you don't, I'll have to keep you out, 20956| ======================================== SAMPLE 22370 ======================================== 18500|Ae dear-bought, sweet-breathed, kind-heart'd lassie, 18500|Wha wadna leave my side for thae, 18500|Fareweel, hame, o' your auld gray cat, 18500|Ye'll find her at the spring; 18500|She has ay been thy life and mine, 18500|And I this evening will gie 18500|My ain sweet craft to thee. 18500|O, ne'er a grief like mine should come; 18500|For wae and sorrow I deplore, 18500|And I'll weary o' my song, till day, 18500|An' till I gae to bed. 18500|Thou hast left in my bosom a love 18500|That will not fade till all things 2+ixen 18500|Can gloriously outbi' nae mair: 18500|The deil a fool that ne'er forgot 18500|Had left thee in my dying bed. 18500|I kiss'd thy lip, and vow'd nae mair 18500|Than kiss'd thy lip, and vow'd nae maire, 18500|Till life shall dry like dew in flow'r, 18500|As daisies dry on the ground. 18500|I've weel my heart grac'd thee o' mine; 18500|But life is wae, and I've a drink, 18500|And tho' a' the flowers blae in flower 18500|They ne'er bloom on a stranger's breast. 18500|O, blaw the blast, my ain dear lass, 18500|And when I cam thro' yon shaw, 18500|Be there mair than sae glorious and clear 18500|To greet thy welcome mair. 18500|Gin e'er the day that I cam ne'er, 18500|Gane in my mornin, 18500|To meet the smile o' sweet Jean, 18500|Or mark the flowing of her hair, 18500|I'd gie them a gude-willie lass-- 18500|For, gin I wad be there. 18500|When my Margaret was dying, L--d, 18500|And ilka body cam through Thee, 18500|I gaed, like Hell, to see her die; 18500|I saw the piteous throes aff, 18500|And gie'd my auld body a name 18500|A Wight wi' Auld Article might say-- 18500|Alas! he is a saugh old man, 18500|The hoose that I hae to hae. 18500|Sae far frae heute to yon bonie stream, 18500|Whar pink surf craps blaw, whar flash the sea, 18500|I held my heid, on ilka thorn i' the heid sae lang 18500|A fauldy fauld, with ilka thorn i' the heid sae lang, 18500|Ye may ken, sweet Fanny, I lo'ed but you. 18500|Ye green braes o' bonie Bohemia, 18500|How now ye flow like crimson wine, 18500|And I would some day taste your nectar, 18500|But I am baith dead 's yestreen. 18500|The sun glints on the braes o' bonie Bohemia, 18500|The braes are deck'd wi' the taint of time, 18500|I have sit still for grief frae morn. 18500|In vain I wad the mair o' my heart lo'e, 18500|He said, my love is like to you; 18500|He wad the mair o' my heart lo'e, for me; 18500|He said, my love is like to you. 18500|He said, my love is like to you, 18500|In the morning, at the e'ening's prime, 18500|He was the sweetest singer in Ireland, 18500|And he is now at Rome. 18500|I never saw his face the dew, 18500|I never saw his e'e the dew, 18500|But I kent he wad have the dew, 18500|And he wad be merry and strange, 18500|And would be ======================================== SAMPLE 22380 ======================================== 35227|And many a day there came about 35227|A man of God, the king's son great, 35227|All shining like a fire, and bright; 35227|And on the way he made a sign, 35227|And on the sign he set his foot; 35227|That the folk looked to him for war, 35227|And every day and every day 35227|The kings, the kings, the king's sons folk 35227|Made sign that he should be their king, 35227|And his hand was swift on the sword, 35227|But in his heart he said, not I; 35227|God's will, O King, it shall be done; 35227|Then did they make him, man by man, 35227|A wise and mighty man among men, 35227|Strong at the fist and at the helm, 35227|And o'er all the people he did seem 35227|With the love of God in his heart; 35227|For they deemed him the God of men, 35227|And a man that would not fear of man; 35227|And men said of him, God-speed him well, 35227|Lest he be slain in this thy strife, 35227|Or else with thy death thy name be slain. 35227|So he lived in peace: but the folk 35227|Did fear the king; and his people thought 35227|That he was some evil thing to them, 35227|Because he would not lead them right 35227|To the high throne that was for men, 35227|Whereof we knoweth God the Lord, 35227|And none shall reign but he alone; 35227|And this they feared from him: but men 35227|In many a land and in many a time 35227|Seemed in his heart to know the thing, 35227|That good they might do him in his day, 35227|And many a king's son and great lord, 35227|And many a prince's daughter and wife, 35227|And wives and kinsmen and loyal friends 35227|And loyal hearts in many a land. 35227|Now was the time of that King Arthur, 35227|And folk told him in many a tale 35227|The thing that was to be betide, 35227|From this he rose, and took the crown, 35227|And rode unto the high high place 35227|And held the people in his sight, 35227|And none should do right, none stand wrong, 35227|Or hold their life against his hand; 35227|And this he did, and unto this day 35227|And ever unto this day he lives: 35227|For God hath given him strength to stand, 35227|And wisdom for to see the world, 35227|And strength to do his will, and wisdom 35227|For to see the world once more. 35227|But Arthur and his folk made moan, 35227|And said, "What shall be his end? 35227|Alas, his life is no man's end, 35227|And so we die; and we shall soon." 35227|And on this word did Arthur grieve 35227|And make lament: "Now am I glad," 35227|And "Ah, soon I may lie down in dust, 35227|And shall I, in my dying day, 35227|That am God's son and God will have it so? 35227|Alas! I am the son of Earth!" 35227|But in a mighty flood of thought 35227|He heard great words of Gods and men 35227|And heard their glad words from his heart. 35227|Then said King Arthur: "Now thou fain 35227|Wouldst have me speak the thing that I know 35227|That I would speak to the end of my life, 35227|To the last in word and deed: 35227|For in these things I read the hand 35227|Of God, who loveth many kings 35227|That in our days will love the king 35227|I am, before which shall I die, 35227|Taken up in Heaven to sit evermore 35227|On my high throne in the blest abode. 35227|There do I sit, and there shall I lie 35227|By the King, King Arthur's noble son, 35227|That shall be lord of all the earth 35227|Even from the water-barrier, ======================================== SAMPLE 22390 ======================================== 1304|Sinking down, 'neath the light blue sky, 1304|Through the deep dark sea! 1304|The sea, the still deep sea, 1304|Is calm, for hearkening to the song! 1304|The calm is for the soul, 1304|That in it, day by day, 1304|Takes comfort, hour by hour, 1304|In the shadow of its song; 1304|When it is lost, as is too much light, 1304|Or, like a vision, is too far from the place 1304|Of abiding mind. 1304|But when the soul soars up to the heaven, 1304|And the ship is at the shore! 1304|O happy soul, at the holy waters' end, 1304|There, in the sea and heavens, 1304|It rests, and feels all life depart! 1304|'Tis but the cloud that floats 1304|Beyond our sight, till we lose our sight, 1304|Till all our vision in the sea be spent, 1304|Then like a vision the soul remaineth, 1304|But is dissolved in water clear. 1304|And when this is, and when there o'erhead 1304|The earth-dawn is not, 1304|Then as water the soul must die, 1304|The body must decay 1304|In water clear. 1304|O, happy soul, at the holy waters' end, 1304|There, in the sea and heavens, 1304|It rests, and feels all life depart! 1304|Ye dearest to my heart, 1304|If I forget my song, 1304|If I neglect my lay, 1304|I can ne'er be true, 1304|Ye dearest to my heart. 1304|I forgot my lay; 1304|To-day I met a man, 1304|A stranger to my lay; 1304|To-day I met a man! 1304|I had no care for fame! 1304|I had no care for fame, 1304|When this world first gaed by, 1304|But now I feel its breath; 1304|I feel it _through my_ veins; 1304|I _feel_ it _through_ my heart! 1304|Ye are my dearest-- 1304|How can I forget? 1304|I cannot, ah! I care not 1304|To meet with sorrow 1304|Upon the earth below-- 1304|I am thine, and can 1304|And must make a stand! 1304|The sun has set and heaven is dark; 1304|'Tis time my sorrow should be done; 1304|I've lived in a dearth of joy yesterday, 1304|Nor can my sorrow's time be counted lost, 1304|So be it done to-day; 1304|But should it still remain to be writ, 1304|'Twill not be counted lost, 1304|But known for certain fact, 1304|That I shall still have sorrow to grieve. 1304|O that mine eyes were skies, 1304|I'd gaze on them ever, 1304|Till the very moon should blind their sight, 1304|And make them sink in sadness evermore. 1304|The moon to-night is full of tears; 1304|Oh! could I hear her wail, 1304|Tears are the tears of heaven. 1304|But I cannot, like her, 1304|Look on my distant way; 1304|I'd rather view her wail thro' the night, 1304|Lamenting the tears of heaven that rain. 1304|I'll look on my own sorrow's scroll, 1304|As far as it may scroll 1304|Down in my heart, till it be found 1304|Down in my heart, and still be mine.” 1304|He spake; with his left hand 1304|He wiped the drear, tearful line of red; 1304|With his right he stretched it in the air; 1304|Whereat the infant sighed. 1304|But as he looked, 1304|It only read--WHY? 1304|And, taking up his leave, 1304|With melancholy and modesty, 1304|He went his way, and we must weep on, 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 22400 ======================================== 2620|And she did kiss all the fair, 2620|And she did love all the true 2620|That followed the kiss of my love; 2620|But she loves me but for my sake, 2620|And she loves me only for my sake. 2620|Ah, what should I do? 2620|What should I do if no lover comes, 2620|And if my love gives all, and goes, 2620|And I live and die! 2620|Ah, if I went 2620|Where the fairies play; 2620|Where on hill or woodside, 2620|In glade or forest green, 2620|The love of my love I never see. 2620|The sun in his glee, 2620|The world so white and wild, 2620|The spring on the grass again 2620|And spring on the wheat again, 2620|The birds in the trees again 2620|Sing springing songs once more, 2620|And there's spring in every glen 2620|Where summer never vanished; 2620|Then go where we must 2620|Sorrow never found, 2620|Where heart-break never comes, 2620|Where Love never loves nor dies, 2620|With love's own pain in our eyes, 2620|With hope's own anguish torn, 2620|With hope's own grief and wrong, 2620|While hope's own pain and right 2620|Do one another good. 2620|I'm a bird that sings, and Love doth win, 2620|And the birds that sing together sing, 2620|For Love hath won, and Love doth heal, 2620|Though the path is long and thick 2620|That leads from Paradise to him. 2620|When I remember him who's dear, 2620|I remember Love alone; 2620|For the birds and the children are his care, 2620|And I only am his child. 2620|O, he comes to me in the moon, 2620|And kisses me, and sings to me. 2620|How the moon came to be 2620|Through her silvery bars 2620|Was a story he told me: 2620|One night in the silent night, 2620|She was sleeping, asleep; 2620|And the stars, with their soft light, 2620|Heard the night-winds stir. 2620|They heard the gentle rain 2620|Of the fragrant night-air 2620|Arose and fell, and stirred-- 2620|'T was the music of the stars 2620|And moonlight, pure and clear. 2620|He came in a golden shower, 2620|He brought the shining light. 2620|There was neither moon nor sun 2620|That heard, and did not shine: 2620|He lit his lamp of fire, 2620|And kissed me from his fire. 2620|Ah! we two, why so close ye, why so still? 2620|And tell the wailing tale to the weary moon: 2620|Tell her, her sweet spirit's fled away, 2620|Why she lies so far from him, 2620|Where his bright beams are born again 2620|In the night-clouds of the West. 2620|I never saw her yet, 2620|I never shall see her, 2620|I have wished her fair, 2620|And kissed the night, 2620|And cried with a child. 2620|But now the days wax drear, 2620|And grey is the West; 2620|And she is far away, 2620|And I am famished. 2620|And my heart grows colder, 2620|And the hours draw faster, 2620|And I weep for my love long; 2620|But I never will part 2620|With my darling dear! 2620|You never loved her, you? Nay, frown not so: 2620|In love all hearts are lovers'--only mine. 2620|And yet I'm happy as any child 2620|Is very happy, being only mine. 2620|O, were I the daughter of a king, 2620|As fair and as free as your heart is, 2620|That king I would be, 2620|And you his little daughter, yea, his dear! 2620|So, if he comes ======================================== SAMPLE 22410 ======================================== A bird on the wild-wood branches, 19221|Fell shivering at the chilling cold, 19221|Ere to the nest it could not go, 19221|The Wind has chanced to say:- 19221|"Bird, why dost thou window-sill me so?" 19221|So said a bird to the snow-white Swallow, 19221|That on its downy breast had lain, 19221|With nothing better to do. 19221|So saying, it chid the Wind, 19221|Saying, "What can a poor, wailing thing 19221|With a poor window-sill do? 19221|"I am wretched in this world as I am in Arms, 19221|I daily sigh for a want; 19221|The poor bird cries, "My window-sill am I 19221|In a poor cottage and a poor home!" 19221|So said a bird to the snow-white Swallow 19221|That on its downy breast had lain. 19221|He was a goodly bird once he was young, 19221|A little yellow swallow he; 19221|But the cruel Winter stricken him down, 19221|And bore him o'er the fields and woods. 19221|And now he dwells in sorrowful sorrow, 19221|And makes poor every day, 19221|For nothing but grief can make him sigh, 19221|No voice to cheer his sad mind. 19221|And though he sighs o'er every living thing, 19221|A sad, sadder he will make it,-- 19221|No bird he will e'er sing, or murmur 19221|Save when he most inclines to it. 19221|A BIRD once had a beautiful bonnet, 19221|And the villagers all complained 19221|That it kept them all in company, 19221|It was to them so very dear. 19221|But the neighbours they would rather have them dissemble, 19221|They said, "He will never look so neat upon the green;" 19221|So they took off their hats unto their neighbor, 19221|And began to comb and stitch, 19221|And sang out their thanks unto the bonnetless one, 19221|Until the cows came out of the pasture. 19221|But the bonnetless one said, "If I may go a-plucking, 19221|I will not go to waste in this way, 19221|I'll let it lie on the grass all day long, 19221|And the hay will be my for a morning's picking." 19221|But the bonnetless one sighed, "Dear fellow, don't care much, 19221|For I think there'll be room to pick in the plot, 19221|And it may be long fifteen year,--but never mind,-- 19221|Now don't you wait for other people to comb and stitch,-- 19221|Take your pick you're the bonnetless one for me!" 19221|Now this is the way of children 19221|The worldlings all the day, 19221|They pluck and pull with itching fingers 19221|As though their thumbs were dull; 19221|On a sudden, out of their play-time, 19221|They strike a nail across 19221|The little fingers that they pluck and pull 19221|And take their little toys away. 19221|And that is the way some children 19221|Of all the world have always gone; 19221|They have made up their minds never to breathe 19221|And play and laugh with all the world. 19221|He was as gay as a mouse, 19221|And he was as dark as hell, 19221|He was always merry, always laughing, 19221|And always stamping his feet. 19221|He built a house on the heel of the hill, 19221|And filled it wi' mud and clay, 19221|And tapp'd it pretty thick and thick 19221|Wi' muck and slush and sloe. 19221|"There," said he, "let the house stand 19221|And the mud drain away, 19221|And the clay will keep the windows dry, 19221|And the house will keep the sun." 19221|And then he went to the clay-pit, 19221|And he said to himself, 19221|"Now is as black as would make 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 22420 ======================================== 1008|so that from forth its length the fire may pass over. 1008|v. 10. He strove.] See Note to Canto XXVIII. 1008|Him, who made thee, my Mantuan, forsake, 1008|Thou, who excell'dst all mountains in thy might, 1008|v. 19. From out the fire.] Venturi has made the 1008|conjecture of Giacopo Bulgario that Dante, having seen his 1008|man burned by being stepped upon by fire, was 1008|entreated by the Poet to say that the Poet was now for, 1008|and blind. 1008|v. 40. I myself have seen.] "I myself am going to tell you 1008|about myself; but I pray, as I assure you, that in brief 1008|speeches, as a man who is in earnest, you will not incur the 1008|infliction which I have long suffered." 1008|v. 51. The valley.] "The place where Dante sits is the valley 1008|between Agrigentum and the Arno, separated by a bridge from 1008|the city by which it is called. Many a renowned personage 1008|has been burned thereby, by one who was passing over the 1008|river in his carriage, by four or five reckless persons, who pursued 1008|him not at all attentive, at night; wherefore, if I remember rightly, 1008|I have said that it is near the Arno." 1008|v. 71. The black team.] The four and twenty witches, 1008|who were mentioned in Canto VIII. 23. "What so I heard was a 1008|witness, not deserving of further wonder, to every one else that 1008|were present" (Milton, A XVI. st. v. 29). They do not act 1008|"as if their reasonings were his alone; nor is there any one there 1008|showing more of the mind of God." 1100|Nos. and Philippi ad Or. i-ix. and An. i-xiii, 1100|saith Vellutello, "I believe that Dante is in error in 1100|this allegory, in that the black team is drawn not from the 1100|heart but from the mouth and nostrils." (See Pirelli, Stor. 1100|v. 71. That one.] If as there are more than one mouth and 1100|two eyes, so the author of the poem has asserted, more 1100|than one person may be seen on the burning ground; so that 1100|each would seem to speak, and only to let out the breath through 1100|one lips. 1100|v. 75. His mother.] Beatrice. See Hell, Canto XXIX. 1100|v. 83. The goodly work.] The city of Paradise being 1100|reached in the tenth step, where God sets his seal, 1100|Aldermen and trustees for three years, 1100|To make wise and prosperous laws: 1100|The first Constance, who with the goodly work 1100|Of art for aye had dwelt, and that the longer 1100|She had not by her alone reposed 1100|Till he descended to the seventh round, 1100|Lapsing like a new-blown rose the light 1100|Of his light, that 'gainst his breathing seems 1100|In newness of bloom. And Alberigo 1100|(Art thou I?) next to her, and now a priest 1100|Of the poor church, did ravish'd behold, 1100|With other wonder seiz'd, and chang'd his heart 1100|To serve there also for the mass, and give 1100|For life a further promise; for that only, 1100|Beyond all human hopes, there should be seen 1100|Such shining of the Holy Ghost in him, 1100|And such sweet life and hope in her, as now 1100|For other roots doth shed his bloom. And lo! 1100|Another branch already is o'ercome: 1100|Work is the first tree; then for itself 1100|It self-sufficient remains. The other, 1100|That of good works so much humainese, still greenes 1100|With joyon inflamed, more oft is on fire 1100|By morning sun, and from the earth doth pry 1100|For dirt a dens ======================================== SAMPLE 22430 ======================================== 1181|The sky is a-blaze with a thousand burning stars: 1181|I've seen the grey dawn dipping his pinions in the sea, 1181|But the dawn I have never seen; 1181|But the sky is a-blaze with an endless mirth. 1181|The sky is a-blaze with infinite lustre, 1181|The green grass is a-bloom beneath the growing tree, 1181|The sky is a-blaze with all colours and all spots, 1181|But the green grass, my boy, is pale and tawny-tawny! 1181|My eyes have been shut to some hours in a dream, 1181|But I saw the earth in her raiment of grass, 1181|And I caught the light in the clouds' rosy faces 1181|As they swept along, a stream of stars, 1181|That gladdened the shadows and blurred the grasses and trees 1181|And made the shining earth to laugh and glow. 1181|So close, so close together, 1181|So like of each other, 1181|That you seem as you are separate, 1181|And never meet! 1181|The sky is a-blaze with a thousand burning stars: 1181|O what shall be my cry, my grief for him? 1181|The clouds are gone down, the sky is glad and bright, 1181|She sleeps in the light of the stars, her love is not dead, 1181|For the world is glad and bright. 1181|I cannot see your face, the stars keep coming up, 1181|You are still the same; where, my heart, shall I look for you? 1181|The stars are a-droop with their burning, but he must sleep, 1181|For he has no more strength in his arms to hold you fast. 1181|I love you, I love you, I love you, my love, so much, 1181|That there is nothing to do, and nothing to say; 1181|That a silent kiss falls over my mouth when I love you, 1181|And a sigh fills my heart at times when you call me false, 1181|And a word is heard behind me when you love me so. 1181|You see, I never loved you because I had not heart, 1181|I never loved you because my heart was cold as stone. 1181|I only loved you, my dear, for a love that cannot die. 1181|When he comes back in a year, for a love, my darling, to die, 1181|Let him come back with a true heart, and a loving name, 1181|The cold hand of the winter is on the flower-gemmed ground, 1181|And the air is chill in the valley with a strange wind, 1181|And the white clouds are flying over the frozen sky. 1181|Come back, and come back to me, for the eyes are seeing 1181|That the eyes have known so long, the blind eyes seeing clearly 1181|That they never can blind me; and look, the path is clear for us, 1181|The path between them and the coming of the mist, 1181|O bright paths of the earth, from horizon to horizon. 1181|Let us walk in the paths of the world in the coming time, 1181|For the old days are asleep in the valley; but you and I, O, 1181|And on the misty paths of the world, O, what are you seeing? 1181|Are you seeing with them? No, you are seeing in a different way. 1181|O, let the old days come back to us; come back with the day, 1181|Coming when the old days are sleeping under the green tree, 1181|Coming when the old days are waking, 1181|Coming when the old days are loving our ears with their breath. 1181|Ah, come back, dear heart, O, you are lovelier in the shade, 1181|Where you cannot come back, I see you; but come back to-night: 1181|Come back, come back to-night, O, for the old days are sleeping 1181|Under the green tree, under the green tree. 1181|Come back, dear heart, the dear old days are sleeping in the valley; 1181|Come back, come back to-night, O, for the old days are waking. 1181|What have you ======================================== SAMPLE 22440 ======================================== 8779|Which thou didst of me inquire. But say, who is 8779|Thy husband, that thou dost so enkindle me?" 8779|"The Lord," said I, "who doth recompense meritorious deeds." 8779|"And shalt be his," said he; "when thou visit earth, 8779|And shalt be with child by him." I accordingly 8779|Promised him, that ere I parted from him, 8779|I would attend him in chastity. On this 8779|He away to Cithaeron, there to bathe 8779|Three times a day, with nectar and with sweet-scented rills. 8779|There other rites he paid, that sanctify now the flesh. 8779|And now appear'd, beneath a laurel, his 8779|embodied divinity. Joy passed before us 8779|Over all that my letter e'er conceal'd, 8779|Of which taste I of the sweet savour. Thousand 8779|And million twain, in silence taking their seats, 8779|With looks that humanity could not understand, 8779|Deliberate humble down before the scutcheon 8779|Their various god and patriarchal titles. 8779|"Blessed BE their minds, who, doubly blind, 8779|Did not with double vision see the world. 8779|Their brazen trumpets, sound they thus: each one 8779|To his own religion has attribute'd 8779|His thoughts, so contrary to that which ran 8779|Among the Fathers of the church, when fide 8779|Did hold sway. Terrible the sin is, which 8779|Out of love of him their father t' had become, 8779|That foolish / opinion rife among them all. 8779|And, if perchance thou art else as blindly 8779|Left a blind man, thinking to discern them 8779|By that mark, which that clerical / varlet had, 8779|Who was the apple of his/her eye, 8779|Then wilt thou no less soon leu'd, assiduous 8779|To seek them out, and burn them with their rites, 8779|Than I wot wherefore. To confirm my truth, 8779|In a certain building, far from sight, 8779|I sill'd, of which to tell no more lies hid; 8779|Nor any: so full was I of slim drink, 8779|And bloated lines about like aught in heav'n, 8779|That I grew dizzy while I listen'd, and couldn't SPEAK. 8779|Somewhat alow'd with my lulling speech I fell 8779|Into a somewhat restful sleep; but not 8779|To wake, more snug I fell, than with a leak 8779|To fill a leaky boat: and notwithstanding 8779|I thus expired with face upturn'd, and knees 8779|Truss'd for stretching, which in their effort seiz'd, 8779|When I arose, and sought my comrade thus, 8779|He replied: 'Brother, it doth appear, 8779|That in no mode thy digits can remain 8779|Lull'd by that slumber; which outwardly 8779|Looks like lethargy, but deep in heart 8779|Looks blotless as the vision is sublime. 8779|Since then thy conscious life is seiz'd by such, 8779|Of thorn-wanderers and sad pilgrims cabbages, 8779|Which this our life is, wherein we live." Lo! 8779|I then, whom something of discontent 8779|Beheld, and trembling like a posture change, 8779|Stood up: and he, who lulled me with his dialogue, 8779|Thus spake: "Skip not thus! keep now thine own ears 8779|Instructed, ere thou go further averse 8779|From me. I have a charge to lead thine eyes 8779|Into strange paths; and even in the middle 8779|Not follow far as is this whistle's sound. 8779|Thou henceforth where the elder leads, keep now thine own. 8779|"Remain, if thee prefer, beside the river 8779|Of Magi, where the tradition still is, 8779|That Enis[A] conquered. He, who might have taken ======================================== SAMPLE 22450 ======================================== 30687|I saw my country's face, and found their grief my own: 30687|I saw from the very lips of our great nation 30687|Its death-bed-lighted lips smile at my face of stone, 30687|And say, in a silent yet clear voice, "She is with you." 30687|I saw my birthplace proud to the brim with a wall 30687|Of love and a million of strength at its touch: 30687|The mighty love of an idle, dreamy race 30687|That made the earth their haven for happiness; 30687|The strength that was born of a thousand years 30687|With a dream that could build a temple to Fate; 30687|The strength that the dark ages would crush in their wrath; 30687|And the strength that we have here in the hearts of the free. 30687|For that strength is ours who win the battle of life: 30687|So I hold our hearts to-day as they were ours 30687|In the face of the foe, and we will not yield; 30687|And, in that face, I will think, my country, of your 30687|strength. 30687|We who are stalwarts, we who have stood the brunt 30687|In the battle-storms of history, 30687|We who have made a mighty record every year, 30687|We who have found the work is better done in June, 30687|I will turn to my lady in the summer weather, 30687|And say, in soft tones and under a roseleaf: 30687|"She is with us yet, and our needs need she will do." 30687|I will give back to my lady a record of songs, 30687|In a little silver volume, for her hands to hold; 30687|And I will find the words, with a smile, in my songs and my 30687|poems. 30687|So, on the heart of this proud land, my lady and I, 30687|We will keep a record of deeds of love, 30687|And the tears of the brave and the tears of the free, 30687|And the tears of the hearts of the weak with a roseleaf, 30687|And the tears that fell when our forefathers fell, 30687|And the tears from the tears we weep to our children's children. 30687|Then, with a heart of hearts, let our voices sing, 30687|And the tear-drops flow in the years that are gone, 30687|While we keep a record, a record, of love in the heart; 30687|A record of deeds of love in the face of death. 30687|As I sat with many who have seen too much, 30687|And have felt that we ought never to go; 30687|As I sat with many with tears in their eyes 30687|And seemed to hear, beyond the wailing of woe; 30687|As I sat with many of little or of no share 30687|In the grim work of the war in their land, 30687|I met with a young soldier, the son of this girl, 30687|This girl was waiting, and watched by the door. 30687|Now she was the daughter of this town-dwellers; 30687|And, if I might have her tell me the truth, 30687|I surely would not believe her a dreamer, 30687|But think what she would do to get home again. 30687|She said to the soldier, she said: "I'm not 30687|One of you, soldier, you're old and gray." 30687|"How do I know you're not old and gray?" 30687|"I'm the daughter of this town-dwellers, 30687|And you soldiers under your command 30687|Are the children of our children and wives, 30687|And our children in the years to be." 30687|"Then it should be you children and wives," 30687|The soldier turned and went away; 30687|But as he took his leave of this girl, 30687|He said his good-by to his wife, 30687|"That we should never have ever more 30687|Beheld each other, I had to say." 30687|As this soldier went, that other one, 30687|And the old town-dwellers went abroad, 30687|To see if they could not be left alone 30687|In their suffering and suffering for home. 30687|For ======================================== SAMPLE 22460 ======================================== 15553|The clouds are gathering, 15553|The leaves are falling, 15553|The winds are wailing, 15553|A deathless life 15553|The leaves 15553|The leaves 15553|The leaves 15553|The leaves 15553|The leaves 15553|The leaves 15553|The leaves 15553|The leaves 15553|_In memory of Horace's self, and his own life._ 15553|We come, we come, our friends, 15553|To share your banquet, 15553|With silent foot and cheerful head, 15553|We come, we come, in silent pride and speed-- 15553|Hail! we come, 15553|To share your banquet; 15553|Hail! we come, 15553|To share your banquet; 15553|There's many a grave that needs the plough at night 15553|To sow the soil with grain, to warm the hearth, 15553|To soothe a wife's sad heart and aid a child's; 15553|There's business, there's leisure, there's fun, 15553|The plough brings not on golden fruitfulness; 15553|The soil will yield a crop of wheat, 15553|But soon the plough will grind the ruddy gold; 15553|For soon the soil of earth will lie 15553|With not her bounty aught the hungry bird 15553|To fill its beak, 15553|And soon a grave in the soil will find; 15553|But, lo! the soil that gave us rhymes 15553|Is dust, and dust, and dust is dust as well. 15553|We come, we come, our friends, 15553|To share your banquet, 15553|With silent foot and cheerful head, 15553|And, lo! your eyes are full of tears; 15553|And, lo! your words are mingled with moans, 15553|And, lo! your hearts are broken hearts as well. 15553|We come, we come, our friends, 15553|To share your banquet 15553|With silent foot and cheerful head, 15553|And, lo! the earth is strewn with the dead, 15553|For hearkening with the mind, 15553|And, lo! the earth that gave us breath, 15553|Is dust, and dust, and dust as well. 15553|We come, we come, our friends, 15553|To share your banquet, 15553|With silent foot and cheerful head, 15553|And, lo! the heart runs laughing to its death; 15553|And, lo! the heart that sorrows for all lives, 15553|Is light, and light, and light as we; 15553|We come, we come, our friends, 15553|To share your banquet, 15553|We come, we come, 15553|To share your banquet; 15553|For soon the earth will weary of her friends, 15553|Soon will the earth be all as we! 15553|Come, let us dance and spin 15553|Out on the warm hearth here, 15553|We'll make thee couch and rest thee 15553|At thy tableide. 15553|Fold the white sheets, hang the clothes, 15553|Rake the fire up hot; 15553|Fold the white sheets, fold the clothes. 15553|And we'll sit and sing 15553|Round the fire, and spin 15553|Round the fire, and spin. 15553|Fold the white sheets, hang the clothes, 15553|Rake the fire up hot: 15553|Fold the white sheets, fold the clothes. 15553|And we'll sing, and sing, and spin 15553|Round the fire, and sing 15553|Round the fire, and sing. 15553|Fold the white sheets, hang the clothes, 15553|Rake the fire up hot: 15553|Fold the white sheets, fold the clothes. 15553|And we'll sing, the while 15553|Round the fire, and spin, 15553|Round the fire, and sing. 15553|Fold the white sheets, hang the clothes, 15553|Rake the fire up hot: 15553|Fold the white sheets, fold the clothes. 15553|And we'll light the bell, 15553|And we'll light the bell, 15553 ======================================== SAMPLE 22470 ======================================== 7889|_For a little child: it's hard to believe the truth!_ 7889|'T is hard indeed to believe the truth. 7889|It does not look in his eyes of black and red 7889|To see your light of day through his long day of shame. 7889|It cannot bear a little child: it is old, 7889|And must look coldly to the shadows of the grave. 7889|Your words are but a flicker of light upon a wall 7889|Of darkness: the shadows lengthening and ever spreading; 7889|And you cannot keep the little child awake any longer. 7889|You cannot be the little child of the soul's sweet pain. 7889|You never could have spared a look to comfort a mother. 7889|Your little feet are bare from the long day of care, 7889|And your handless head is bleeding from a wound 7889|That never could heal if you had held, as they have held you. 7889|You are tired, my heart: and only in your agony 7889|Can you hear the piteous prayers for my soul's release,-- 7889|The bitter prayers of the women who've wept all day 7889|To have you back, so young and beautiful and true! 7889|The old ones, too, that you did not know a long, long while, 7889|They're longing for you, as for life: so tender and good. 7889|Oh, I could cry with them: I know that all the world 7889|Would think it strange and terrible if, without my life, 7889|The world could perish right in their very sight: 7889|I know the old ones would be weeping: they've known me so long." 7889|And then she turned to the window, where she found me there, 7889|And closed it: only the sadest-hearted maid 7889|Had hope of being left alone, and I had no word. 7889|She had no tears, for the day was near its middle-- 7889|We should be done then--when, as the hours passed by, 7889|My very heart grew small. For I looked askance at you, 7889|And you seemed to me but a little flower that died. 7889|What would now come to me? Who will care to help me, 7889|Since it never had any part with you in the first. 7889|I heard the voice of my own dear-heir: "_My_ dear, my proud one! 7889|I _can_ say goodbye; so very, very sadly I _can_! 7889|"My heart has shrunk from you: you were all my heart: 7889|Your love was more than being able to be kind: 7889|I love you still, but I'll not meet you any more. 7889|My dear, my brave one, I _feel_ you've _had_ enough. 7889|What will you do, young one--I wish I could tell: 7889|I think I've told enough,--I know I'm going to. 7889|"I'm going away to a neighboring land: one I love there: 7889|But I shall surely come back at the year's end--well, 7889|Away?--why, so do many! 7889|Then, when I'm gone, what's left for you?--nothing: - 7889|My dear, my brave one, why--why--forgive me-- 7889|No--I can't think of that any more: I must lie still. 7889|"I am so sorry--I cannot think of that any more; 7889|For, though I loved you more than any other woman, 7889|And you loved me as well,--and when _you_ are gone, 7889|Then nothing remains for me than to seek you now. 7889|Oh, I must lie still, my heart! Oh, I must lie still, 7889|For I'm going away to another country, 7889|Where, I'm sure, you'll smile upon me anyhow. 7889|"You'll say I'm going with you--yes--yes--no--not to-night! 7889|--No matter what is said of it to-night at the ball." 7889|"Oh come, my love, come with me, I am going away." 7889|"Oh ======================================== SAMPLE 22480 ======================================== 30672|The love-lit eye, whose fire-like brightness 30672|Can burn all night, though no soul be near; 30672|The hands that touch the earth for ever, 30672|And spread the living oar like corn 30672|And spread the living sail to heaven; 30672|The lips not made for speaking, nor withstood, 30672|The heart-like heart that is not afraid; 30672|The voice that is not loud, nor harsh, nor cold, 30672|But sings the heart-musick o'er and o'er 30672|With all-diffused assurance sweet, 30672|That sounds within all language as a thrill 30672|Of sweet desire to every sense; 30672|The voice that is so low and tender-sweet 30672|As might tempt any lily-filled home 30672|To give its all for love and not to live-- 30672|I'd trade all waking hours for all the rest, 30672|And gladly trade with Fate, my soul, for this." 30672|So spoke the youthful mother of that day, 30672|And all the others' bright dreams passed away; 30672|O'er the green fields the light of springtime dawned, 30672|While the soft winds their music o'er it made 30672|Among the green boughs of the immortal spray, 30672|When with a new voice all voices call 30672|To the still waters and their hidden wells. 30672|Oh, the young mother of each beautiful thing 30672|That meets her in the joy that all desires 30672|Takes root in and a flowery world doth make 30672|Where her child's eyes are ever on her smile, 30672|While bright-browed happiness in rich profusion 30672|Hath all her heart like a fair and fruitful vine, 30672|And all her life with her thoughts' sweet sweetness rife. 30672|Eyes, ears, and tongue have she and life's own tongue, 30672|As the song of the birds and bees, 30672|The notes of the winds her childhood heard, 30672|She knows how to catch them all together; 30672|Hearth and Hearth are her mother's name, 30672|Earth's dear mother is she of it; 30672|Earl and Ears are her own sweet name, 30672|Youth and Heart are she that loveth it. 30672|Yea, this bosom, which is ever open, 30672|To the fowls she speaks is a word of peace 30672|When in silence they hover round it; 30672|In the stillness there comes to it the calm 30672|Of a sweet breath far back in the dawn time, 30672|When the waves are gathering in cool darkness, 30672|On life's deep mountain in the deep night-time, 30672|When the moon is up, and the stars are low, 30672|Like a soul to its mother-love; 30672|Yea, this bosom is ever open 30672|In the silent night-time, and there comes 30672|A sense of a voice at the bottom of it, 30672|In the murmur of the wild birds' song, 30672|As the little spirits of heaven speak 30672|With the souls of the night-time's children. 30672|Yea, the young mother of the day-dream 30672|Shall give her life-birth to all the birds, 30672|As their motherhood is given to them 30672|Of the earth and her waters; for they know 30672|The heaven's full sun, and the stars' low eyes, 30672|And the world-wide waters of their birth. 30672|Hark! the soft wind from the meadows walks 30672|Upon the meadows' grassy slopes; 30672|The dew-drops in their gold and green 30672|Are falling and falling about. 30672|Hark! the gentle singing of the rills 30672|Is heard on the hills like swarms of bees, 30672|That float above the flowers in light 30672|And sweet perfume, with music sound. 30672|Hark! the birds singing as they pass 30672|Are like a magic circle all around, 30672|Which the soul of melody brings 30672|As a kind of a song on the breeze; 30672|And the green earth in the heavens ======================================== SAMPLE 22490 ======================================== 9889|And so, alas, the tale they told was not 9889|As many as the flowers bloom in the street, 9889|Nor pleasant as the words of love so fine. 9889|And, oh! the tales they told how once a youth 9889|Was caught by sudden sudden death--a blow? 9889|That he, that all his soul had bound unto, 9889|To earth lay down in the last, cold, sweet breath 9889|Of life--and that his life was but a week. 9889|To whom the flowers grow as they were meant, 9889|Those little buds of blossoms and flowers! 9889|I wish that they were there, in the warm, moist weather, 9889|On their beds in the sunlit, fresh Spring weather, 9889|To breathe their perfume into the soft green of the grass. 9889|For it would bless them and heal them, and make them more 9889|Sweet and blest than they are now without. 9889|And I would be their warden and keep them all day, 9889|Or ever they did arouse to the glow of the sun 9889|And their rich perfume-laden bodies would rise, 9889|Blushing with perfume, and, in its perfume, the sun 9889|Blushing like flower and flower like a woman, sweet-- 9889|That my heart so that I might not forget--forget 9889|The memory or the thought or the long, long day 9889|I had with them in Spring when they were all in bloom. 9889|There's a pleasant tale about the meadow where I stay 9889|In the wooded summit where the trees grow fair, 9889|The little of earth that the wild flowers bring 9889|And the old of spirit when the leaves are green. 9889|When they come out and they come out to play, 9889|Like a lovely dance of butterflies, 9889|The little of spirit in every wind that flickered 9889|And came blowing in on the meadow-side. 9889|So they are old and they're old like me--so old 9889|That they're lost in their beauty, as you see. 9889|And the little of spirit that they are is the same 9889|As the spirit I am of the wind that wove 9889|In the little of spirit that I have seen of late-- 9889|A wild thing that's beautiful, as well as wise. 9889|Ah! what is the name of him that's been my guest, 9889|And I knew by his glance that he was not far away? 9889|The name of him that lives in the laurel and my hazel 9889|And the woodland he loves--the bird! He has sent his song 9889|Down the vistas that the elm trees have made 9889|For the shade at intervals, 9889|Yet the wind is his and the vistas are mine, 9889|Where he sings his sweetest, and he will stay 9889|Till the last of May is gone. 9889|A voice of the pine trees in my garden of the Spring 9889|Is calling me, 9889|A little voice that calls me from a distant place, 9889|From the land of sunshine and the dew: 9889|A voice I never heard, though I have wandered here 9889|Almost a thousand years, 9889|And it pleases me--it pleases me withal, 9889|And, oh! it is a dear one, too! 9889|For there's an old song-singer of ancient stock 9889|I know that used to call me: 9889|"Oh, hush, hush! hush, hush!"--and when he sang you were far 9889|Till it called back again. 9889|But oh! the little voice of the elm trees in the green! 9889|I'm calling it still. 9889|_There is no good deed a-knightin' in this life, 9889|No matter how much he may try; 9889|There is no sin an' there is no glory anyhow, 9889|And oh! that's the best lass of the lot!_ 9889|"What's that?" I asked. 9889|He glanced at his watch 9889|"Tick for time!" he said. 9889|And on and on 9889|As ======================================== SAMPLE 22500 ======================================== 24869|“And in this wood shall watch me long, 24869|And every hour shall be my care: 24869|Till I return to Ráma, thou, 24869|My dearest brother, hither bring.” 24869|As thus he spoke, the forest trees 24869|With trembling limbs and bending heads 24869|Were filled with awe and longing, and 24869|Thus to the queen she made reply: 24869|“Ah me! that haughty chief’s who came, 24869|And raised me in his power. 24869|“My lord,” the lady cried, “is one 24869|Who once was Sítá the queen. 24869|His lord, the king of men, is he. 24869|Ah for the glory of thy race! 24869|Go not, nor see the king’s abode, 24869|Nor see the king thy lord, without 24869|Some boon, of boon most ample given. 24869|Thou, in thy brother’s name, 24869|Conduct me to the city; lead 24869|My steps from house to house. 24869|I, ere I leave my king, 24869|Of her alone complain. 24869|Him, when I leave this wood, may I not follow.” 24869|Soon as she in despair had cried, 24869|A glorious messenger came down 24869|At Ráma’s command to lead 24869|Her to the city. 24869|The messenger, with timely will 24869|The way of duty showed, 24869|Like Vishṇu that bids the heaven to stay, 24869|Cast down the first-born. 24869|Canto LXIII. Sítá’s Threats. 24869|Then Ráma and the queen in love 24869|A fair and noble dame were she: 24869|Sweet like the lotus that is crowned 24869|With lotus buds, her eyes were rare, 24869|And like the lotus petal pale 24869|Upon a lotus’ soft breast. 24869|Her form was beautiful and tall, 24869|Sweet-shining, lovely, fair to see, 24869|Like lovely Devi,(381) when she towers 24869|From Bráhman(382) and Vaśishṭha’s race. 24869|Bright was her eye, and like the star 24869|Whose light the Meru(383) can illume, 24869|Bright were her smiles, and like the rose 24869|Upon the lotus’ tender breast. 24869|The best of heroes her embrace 24869|Of Ráma, lord of men, had won, 24869|The highest in the land who bore 24869|That lovely dame. From her bright hair 24869|The lilies in the skies were stirred; 24869|As moonbeams o’er the earth were stirred. 24869|Then Ráma and Sumitrá cried 24869|The glorious news to Ráma’s ear: 24869|“Ráma’s mother, glorious in form, 24869|In glorious house of old whose fame 24869|Lived round the world, I sought and spied, 24869|And Sítá’s lotus-hued house was there. 24869|Thence a glad vision I entertained, 24869|Which filled me with a joyous thought, 24869|The best of warriors in the land 24869|Of Rishyamúka(384) by my side, 24869|The glorious fruit of Ráma’s fight, 24869|And, as the vision passed away, 24869|A wondrous vision came to me 24869|The fruit of Ráma’s battle-field, 24869|And this the answer of the wise 24869|Rehearsed in dreams in words that lie 24869|Far, far away in the far East: 24869|“In that fair town which now we view 24869|Where Rishyamúka’s(385) banks arise, 24869|Where blossoms of the lotus glow, 24869|And fragrant shrubs are bright to see; 24869|There dwelt a Rákshas noble knight, 24869| ======================================== SAMPLE 22510 ======================================== May you know 1365|A new birth; 1365|No more we hear the voice of God! 1365|The day is past, our vows are spent, 1365|There is no more to say or do, 1365|And we must die. 1365|At last, the hour of death! 1365|The hour of death! 1365|We have not lived for pleasure alone, 1365|We have not lived for nothing just; 1365|We have not striven for a little while, 1365|We have not lost in endless gain. 1365|We have not wasted the small space above, 1365|We have not filled the trough below; 1365|We have not wasted the poor thing we had, 1365|We have not wasted a minute thus. 1365|We have lived for no one or all, 1365|(We only cared to have, we never cared to eat!) 1365|The world is ours which we have so denied, 1365|But we have lived on the earth which we must give. 1365|The earth we have so denied and the sky 1365|We have so filled, are ours, but not long we need. 1365|Oh, the precious seasons to our hands thus given! 1365|Oh, the sweet, the rich bevies of the years! 1365|Ours have been and ours shall be the joy of earth, 1365|But ours we may forget in the parting moment. 1365|Flesh turns to dust and spirit to the shades, 1365|But the past is ours, and the present the goal. 1365|What, then, of the present, and its pleasures, 1365|Its joys, its sorrows, its joys, its sorrows? 1365|O ye who have grown weary of the here, 1365|Here where we live, and what we give away, 1365|The things we love, the pleasures, the sorrows! 1365|Why should we turn from one who hath not been 1365|And lost the chance of pleasure, pain, and gain? 1365|Why should we give our young, the beautiful, 1365|The things we love, the pleasures, the sorrows? 1365|And yet! Would that we could remember, 1365|The things indeed, but not recall the past. 1365|Could the past come back, and the present moment; 1365|Could the present, and the future two by two, 1365|And the past once more come back, and the future 1365|Seem near us, and the present come no more! 1365|Ah, why then should we fret and cry? 1365|Our only sorrow is that we have not lived to love, 1365|And the present thus, and the past thus, and the future, 1365|Both are past, and are both fled. 1365|Then why, my dearest, delay 1365|The hour of death? The day is past, 1365|We live as man and woman live 1365|In the world's world order. 1365|Life's great mystery! Death! O death! 1365|Life, of thy coming here, most strange! 1365|It comes with its great thunder-clap, 1365|With the sound of rocks that rocks divide; 1365|And with fear that fills the heart, and tears, 1365|And death that, like a child, with fear beguiles. 1365|Death, with thy white hands, takes from us 1365|Life's gifts that God's great Father gave; 1365|Death, with thy white hands, heals the wounds 1365|With whose tenderness we are beguiled! 1365|Death, thy white hands, O Death! 1365|Death is not white, O Death! 1365|Death is not white, O death! 1365|Death is not white, but with white wings, 1365|Death is like thine image, pale and grave. 1365|The white hands clasp and the white hands tear, 1365|Thy hands are black, thy feet and lips 1365|Are red, thy mouth, with life and tears, 1365|Is white, with death. 1365|The dead hands that have never fed 1365|Were kind to us, kind to-night 1365|In the long death-watch of our youth; 1365|And the hands that were touched with love's ======================================== SAMPLE 22520 ======================================== 13650|Till he'd had his day! 13650|But she's not a-hunting-still 13650|Just where the cicadas play, 13650|And not a-wandering-home 13650|When the country is sweet of tune! 13650|In a garden, there was a red-rose tree; 13650|And all the flowers were springing and singing, 13650|But the bird knew no more 13650|The song they sang to him, 13650|In the garlanded hours, 13650|Till his soul, at last, 13650|Was stripped of all delight 13650|In a garden of the spring! 13650|Oft in my waking hours, 13650|Casting abroad a wary look, 13650|I behold in dreams a fairy sprite; 13650|Hovering o'er me, like a solitary bird; 13650|Till, awaked by some familiar call, 13650|Thinking to hail her, dim in twilight air, 13650|I recognize the form and features of her. 13650|But oh, her voice--how sweet, how low, 13650|Like the chirp of murm'ring brooks at eve! 13650|How like a brook her easy laugh; 13650|And I hear her sobs, which are sweet as are 13650|The torrents' carol, far off, in his desire; 13650|And the long lost youth, who clasps her hand, 13650|Clasping it clutching eternity. 13650|Ah, I can trace in every feature of her 13650|The face of the friend of my life and my love. 13650|In the dark eye of truth 13650|Doubtless the brave is found; 13650|In the bright, flat cheek of youth, 13650|Calmly forbearing old age. 13650|And it is but the eye 13650|Of the bright young girl, 13650|Whom the sage's traced the shape 13650|Of a temple might adore. 13650|And in the smile that breaks 13650|From the fond woman's eye, 13650|A morsel to the soul 13650|Of the man her soul is fed. 13650|For the grave man, who leaves his home, 13650|Is a stranger to the joys 13650|Of the fields and hills where his youth was spent. 13650|Is a stranger to the sighs 13650|Of the waters where it dreams 13650|And a stranger to the tears 13650|That wash the canvas of the seaman's fate. 13650|But on the midnight's chill 13650|By the lonely gush of ev'ry rill, 13650|And the heart's low prayer of ev'ry tree, 13650|I feel it--all my hope of man-- 13650|Like a shadow on the brow 13650|Of the dark hill, as we wander apart. 13650|And there, in the moon's pale beam, 13650|By the glades and glooms of the wood, 13650|Like that heart of love, which love alone sheds, 13650|I see it--all my earnest strive. 13650|As I sit alone in the moon, 13650|Lone in the garden of the sun, 13650|And the shadow of a tree 13650|Swinging low, on the moonlight shore, 13650|Is it a dream I dream? 13650|Is it I think, or is it a dream? 13650|What difference may 'tween the twain make, 13650|That guider of the sea 13650|Settled upon me, as settling on my soul-- 13650|When one, a prince of the sea, 13650|Laden with riches and the sweets of earth, 13650|Possesses so much of earth, and pays not heed 13650|To the law that the sky and the deeps ordain? 13650|The sea had been my dwelling, my home and court, 13650|The waves had been my playmate, my merry song, 13650|The trees my playmates, the fountain my playmate, 13650|The light my plaything, the music my playtime, 13650|But the guider of the sea, the lord of the deep, 13650|The master of the deep, the god of the deep, 13650|Seeth ======================================== SAMPLE 22530 ======================================== 1568|It's one of those little works of his, that in spite of a thousand critics 1568|He'll be hailed, as in old days, with an immortal place, 1568|The first of the English poets, the first of the modern. 1568|If you look in the glass, a little work of his you will find, 1568|His name and date would be equally easy to guess; 1568|There, in simple, familiar, familiar garb, 1568|He sits and tells old things; old ways--old ways! 1568|I never could tell you how many times I have looked, 1568|And seen the little green leaves come down the window, 1568|Rocking like little birds in a nest, 1568|Telling a story of summer, 1568|Or of a winter, or of May-days 1568|In the forests of France and Switzerland. 1568|So many faces, so many backs. 1568|To sit there all afternoon there, 1568|And feel that this is some old story, old story, old story, 1568|Old story, old story. I too 1568|See the old faces, hear the old stories, 1568|And I wonder if I ever can belie them! 1568|Oh, I never was very good, maybe, 1568|For a poet, but I am bad at rhyming, 1568|And, worst of all, I hate to rhyme. 1568|So the days go by, they never know 1568|The way to a country that's new to them, 1568|But I am sure to get by, somehow, 1568|And not get lost in the country, 1568|Or be a beggar among flowers. 1568|And on a Sunday morning, just before the dawn, 1568|When a storm is blowing, and the sky is blue, 1568|There's the one room for the boys to grow up in. 1568|There's the box set up, with a big hole in it. 1568|Here's the latch-key, there's the latch-it, there's the stove. 1568|He's only been in three weeks, that poor boy, 1568|How his hair is shaking, and his eyes are dim! 1568|He's only been in three weeks, and he's grown so thin 1568|And so, I thought, that when he goes out to play, 1568|The old, old-fashioned, hear-say-thatch flooring 1568|Will have to make way for something else. 1568|He's only been in three weeks, and he's growing fat: 1568|How his arms are curved and his little, plump palm is bare! 1568|He's only been in three weeks, have you seen him ride? 1568|He's a good little lad, and the look in his eyes 1568|Is not the look of one dreaming of old age - 1568|It's a smile from the past--there's something queer - 1568|Something that means he's only been in three weeks. 1568|You've seen him out with his friends, in the morning, 1568|And the lilt of his voice, and the smile of his lip, 1568|And his quick eyes, and the play of his small hands - 1568|You know, at the heart of it, his father said, 1568|"He's only been in three weeks--the best in the neighborhood." 1568|Sometimes it gets him in trouble; it seems to me 1568|That the young beggar, the poor young beggar, 1568|Is always a worse child than his own father, 1568|Young beggar or not, poor young beggar, 1568|If he's not sent over there, to his father, 1568|To learn that old proverb of "Never fight till you learn to fight." 1568|If I were the little boy in the street ringing 1568|The bells in the school yard, while the old teacher stands by 1568|With his glasses on, and his glasses slipped down over his nose, 1568|And his nose wrinkled up like a mouse's in its lair - 1568|A thing to see in the daylight, but a thing to be scared of 1568|When he puts on his spectacles and he takes his spectacles off, 1568|If I were the boy in the school, and I saw him walking 1568|To the front of the class ======================================== SAMPLE 22540 ======================================== 1287|Worn out with hunting, and with toil; 1287|With my good bow, I'll take no part, 1287|To draw this bow, so long in use 1287|From my strong arm, and break it then; 1287|The shaft which thenceforth I'll shoot 1287|Would be very foolish, no doubt. 1287|But in the morning I, with pain, 1287|Will make that shaft in vain attempt, 1287|To break the bow--which then will spring 1287|Away with frightful sound and fright. 1287|With speed, my friends, speed, speed to the skies, 1287|And seek, to-day, a sunny place; 1287|A spot by the side of a well, 1287|Where we may rest and eat our food, 1287|Lest the bright sun of heaven burn, 1287|And smite us like Cain's black seed. 1287|Now the day, a-steering, is dawning, 1287|In the west, with its silver rays; 1287|The sun, a-blazing, in heaven doth glow 1287|Athwart the sky--in my breast doth stir. 1287|Ah, how pleasant is life for me! 1287|The morning now is turning late, 1287|Forth from my hands have taken night, 1287|And soon from my bed I will rise. 1287|Thus in the garden of my bliss, 1287|How I am weary and sighing! 1287|Yet in my head I am thinking, 1287|When I am sitting at the table, 1287|How soon life's time is flying, 1287|That I shall then to avenge me 1287|With my bow, shall give a bloody 1287|Death unto this hapless maiden. 1287|THESE thoughts, my friend, my dear, my dear,-- 1287|Those thoughts which in myself I feel,-- 1287|Wherefrom do oft the waters flow, 1287|So near the life which I have lost? 1287|How many a time, in the fair garden, 1287|My steps have traced the shady trees! 1287|And oft have I the rose's fragrance 1287|Passed by, and then, departing, 1287|Would take its leaves, with fondness, 1287|And leave that which it is trying. 1287|'Tis more than I can do on earth; 1287|My mind, I must escape away. 1287|I, who in youth a worthy vocation 1287|Has cherished, and with good fortune 1287|Would give to good my day of birth, 1287|Could not, in all the world of reason, 1287|Feel either power or will to follow. 1287|Wherefore the bow before me stand, 1287|While my brow to earth I draw. 1287|When I see a maiden fair, 1287|Then by my side I'll sit; 1287|Then will I give the bow away; 1287|And let her learn to be a maiden, 1287|Thus I the soul of earth shall teach her! 1287|WELCOME home again, my friend! 1287|With thy tender footsteps roam, 1287|And, with me, in what garden 1287|Hast thou sought thy sportive love? 1287|Hast thou found, there, to hide thee, 1287|As an infant, in the grass? 1287|Hast thou slept there in the meadow? 1287|Thou dost think, of that a dream? 1287|Then to-day wilt thou in joy roam 1287|Like the bird of morning o'er? 1287|Then shall thy mother know thee, 1287|Then thy sister-love shall join thee, 1287|Ere to-morrow her leaves fall, 1287|And the greenwood's darling year is past. 1287|THE moon, I remember, in the east 1287|With her golden light, when the world was young, 1287|Moved gently o'er the waves that were so blue, 1287|Beside the church, in the temple's humble tower. 1287|We, in the bosom warm and sacred, then 1287|Were the children of the sun, whose radiant face, 1287|Through earth's darkest depths, a holy glory wears. ======================================== SAMPLE 22550 ======================================== 17448|I never thought I wad hae to seek the sky, 17448|An' ane, O an' ane, the sun's not sicht, 17448|The wind an' the sea an' a' wark! 17448|Fareweel to the bonny lass o' Wearie, 17448|Her fyne's on a laddie, she's taen my brat! 17448|I'm thocht she's taen my frill-toorie, 17448|Fu' blythe she's taen my rue tehere. 17448|She'll be o'er the gate on poykin-rai, 17448|For o'er my bairnie's naebody mair! 17448|An, whaur nor here nor there, 17448|I 'll wend my way, 17448|An' fareweel, my ain dear little wibbly-wobbly! 17448|She 's my baby, my ain dear baby, 17448|She 's an' I 've wed her; 17448|Nae cocks will gang a dizzen to the grave. 17448|Tak a mither anither in your heart an' gang. 17448|Hush! the dancin' mithers gang, 17448|But she 's gang atween us an' the warl, 17448|An' the sun is gane down on her head, 17448|An' it 's come to an 'ave by-an'-by! 17448|An' ye 'll dae this ain young man up an' call 17448|A father to his children an' gang, 17448|But ye 'll never think o' dew-bin' e'e, 17448|Or a mother's lass, or a sister's lammie, 17448|Or a baby that is waukin awa, 17448|But it 's nought to mar my lassie's ease 17448|When she comes down wi' me to the mill. 17448|O, the dancin' mithers gang, 17448|I am nought but a laddie, 17448|An' they maun gang but me an' the sun, 17448|Wi' a smile, or a weepin, 17448|Or a daffin, or a bonnie blue-gown, 17448|I 've nothing to tell ye 17448|Till ye gang to the laddie's door, 17448|For the ways of the laddie are dreary. 17448|I see him ploughin' the dung-furrow slack, 17448|A-waukin' as he can be, 17448|I 've seen him toil un-to the cudgel white 17448|That is heapin' frae his frown. 17448|I 've seen him toil un-to the cudgel white 17448|That is heapin' frae his frown. 17448|But plaide him o'er with plaide o'er wi' care, 17448|Whate'er may come wi' him, auld sleety leit; 17448|Nae mair 'll kyte me, nae fitter for me 17448|Thro' the warld for to see. 17448|There 's nane may gang wi' the leisur'd lass 17448|In her blue gouden scarf an' silken bow, 17448|But the ways o' the dancin' mithers gang - 17448|I see them toil un-to the cudgel white 17448|That is heapin' frae her frown. 17448|Fauld bibliographies, an' langs in general, 17448|Fauld their merits, fauld their merits, 17448|But the ways o' ditty-fiddlers, Fauld they 'll gang. 17448|Fauld bibliographies, an' langs in general, 17448|Fauld their merits, fauld their merits, 17448|But the ways o' ditty-fiddlers, Fauld they 'll gang. 17448|There 's a bibliophile with a bibliophile there, 17448|The bibliophile 's a bibliophile wi' his bibliophile, 17448|He 's as braw ======================================== SAMPLE 22560 ======================================== 21309|"Why, yes. 'Tis the end. I said--'We are finished now." 21309|He made his parting bow and went his way. 21309|But while he went, a flash behind him gleamed, 21309|Just a second flash--then far, that moment, more. 21309|One moment--one more flash--and then, like lightning, sped 21309|The sword of death that cleft the water-snake. 21309|He rushed, but, ah, how vain his speed was now! 21309|He found at last, 'mid the rushes and the grass, 21309|He stood the monster of the waters still. 21309|The great white hand shook Death. "Hosanan!" he cried, 21309|But the voice was drowned, and now no more was he.-- 21309|"Why do you fight?" 21309|"Your way," he said, 21309|"Will solve their mystery-- 21309|"I'll not be held a heretic," cried my friend, 21309|"While this world is, as of yore, so green for you. 21309|No, I will be my old self. 21309|"I'll live me through the whole of my life, I know. 21309|I'll eat my fill, and I shall never complain, 21309|While the world's green again--though green like the rose." 21309|Then one eve as we set out from the inn, 21309|We stopped at a little farm-house to take 21309|A break at Fair Winds; and the old man eyed 21309|Me, shyly, with a questioning look, as if 21309|To see if I knew--or if the old man knew!-- 21309|Of the great world and the great world's ways. 21309|"Can you tell us where is the End of it?" 21309|"Look here! Look here! The end is the beginning. 21309|The ends of all things move backward, forward... 21309|And every end is some way--some way-- 21309|"Some bridge where souls cannot stumble in-- 21309|Each one a bridge, each one a way. Every one 21309|Thrown wide enough to fall in the sea." 21309|"Have you seen it?" 21309|"Yes, but it's closed, we can only look-- 21309|It's like three angels, kneeling on the shore 21309|At the right hour--right hour--right hour--forward!" 21309|And then, as the old man went across the glade, 21309|We sat and talked. The old man told my heart 21309|How he had lost a child. This was a girl 21309|Who, when he had married her, was only nine 21309|Years old and only in her father's mind 21309|To give the boy her full consent to be 21309|Mother to his new-found happiness. 21309|"Why," cried the boy, "can't you see--and why-- 21309|Why, really--why can't you see at all-- 21309|Why, really, I cannot tell you why-- 21309|"I know that you're happy. You smile here 21309|With every boy I ever see. I know 21309|That you--you love me. I know you try 21309|To make me happy. I know you smile, 21309|And nod, and answer, kiss your little cheek-- 21309|"It is you that is happy; I know--" 21309|But the old man was so far behind! 21309|"I can't see," I said. The old man sighed. 21309|Then he looked up, and looked sadly, as I thought, 21309|In the west across the lake. And what the man 21309|Did in that dreadful moment that ensued 21309|I cannot see." 21309|"What did he do?" 21309|"A boy's mother, or a tender wife 21309|Of some thirteen-year-old who is too old 21309|To understand her boy. My friend the old man," 21309|I said at last, but stopped, for all were gone, 21309|And I could not hear the boy's father's voice. 21309|I sat in the doorway and sobbed my way 21309|To a tree that had grown by the brookside, 21309|And sat there weeping on this ======================================== SAMPLE 22570 ======================================== 1287|The air is sweet, the air so clear 1287|To the heart, so rich to the eye, 1287|That it seems more sweet to behold 1287|The world, in its brightness and light, 1287|This world, through which I travel here, 1287|Thrice happy in its perfect view! 1287|And now, O child! my eyes behold 1287|The earth, the air that circle round 1287|The sun with heavenly grace enclos'd. 1287|And all beholding, all beholding 1287|Is joy of soul, and joy of heart. 1287|Yet nearer draweth the light in me 1287|Of these fair eyes, which I now see! 1287|Thus in the air, and in the sea, and air, 1287|Are the joys that life contains, 1287|When life in all of those three air-body sees. 1287|I' the earth's earth there is found a spring 1287|In the hard earth, whence springs the grass, 1287|From which, at times, by strange chance, the flowers 1287|Come forth, and thus, by those natural causes 1287|Which I behold not, is it known. 1287|And of the Spring there is a growth 1287|Of verdant trees, each waving wide, 1287|And the earth's land with water wells. 1287|But the spring, the earth, and world, at large, 1287|Are the hands, not of mortals, that hold 1287|The earth's ground and the sky's domains; 1287|And now, when all the earth's waves and skies 1287|Are full of all the earth's goods, and all 1287|The earth's waves and skies are high, 1287|The sky-faring mariners see us 1287|Like to sea-men by a miracle, 1287|Who, by their magic feats, have won 1287|The prize, and now, upon the shore 1287|Of the land of light, they hold us 1287|Like a prize, with palm and crown, 1287|And, by their daring, bring us under. 1287|If I, my friends, my child! were dead, 1287|If others, too, were sinking here; 1287|If here, our life was passing by. 1287|But, see, with joy now warm in me, 1287|When our comrades are above, 1287|To meet us at the gates of death. 1287|When we're entering in to death! 1287|To know us is to greet, to see, 1287|To know us to earth is to see, 1287|To know us when we stand in dearth. 1287|When we're standing in death's way! 1287|The door to life is open wide, 1287|No more a door to be shut out. 1287|It's like to know thee!--when from hence thou'rt gone! 1287|But when we reach the goal of life, 1287|The goal and path for life, 1287|Then, then, the doors to life we grasp! 1287|WITH THEES and AEONIDOS 1287|The Muse in spirit was in action, 1287|And at a moment chose an image of 1287|The ancient spirit 1287|And gave it the seal thereof. 1287|The image to his mind was this: 1287|An AEONIANS, in arms arrayed. 1287|Now, when the Muse, with love of art, 1287|To them had such an image, 1287|The ancient spirit's aspect 1287|He was filled, at that image's seal, 1287|With joy, in his thought's inner centre. 1287|'Tis to the AEOLIAN race 1287|That I gave the image thus; 1287|To the Achaians this was shown, 1287|To their warriors this was shown, 1287|In their ships this image came, 1287|And now, as they were flying, 1287|The sea-wind came up to meet them. 1287|As when a child, in joy unsounded, 1287|Now to its mother says,-- 1287|"My darling, see, my mother! 1287|I found you, dear one, where you were!" 1287|The wind-wind, with a ======================================== SAMPLE 22580 ======================================== 20|The other two with them he brought, 21700|(Says one:) 'Tis well they are so united, 21700|For who would want an equal company? 21700|Of what I say, I must not state, 21700|But all may know in this, I have seen 21700|The old and young bound by a short chain; 21700|'Tis not the only chain that men wear, 21700|Nor of that chain is it the last, 21700|But it is the longest, best of one. 21700|But to one course of argument let us turn 21700|And make some comment on the same. 21700|If in the course of nature, as in man, 21700|There ever has been so much invention, 21700|It does not appear to be singularly 21700|A proof of the equality of mind. 21700|Man's mind is not but for his thinking, 21700|And this is but a means of the final 21700|Useful Ideas, or Ideas good, 21700|Which are the means of his Perfection. 21700|He has a great variety of ideas, 21700|And there is something in nature in all, 21700|Or the new idea which the old one missed 21700|Gives back in subtler and less subtle way; 21700|And this is proof enough of the equality 21700|Of mind. If all the idea have the same end, 21700|The mind can both acquire and retain the same: 21700|As all have that which was lost and that which gained. 21700|But if--I cannot say just what the case is-- 21700|Each separate idea hath its proper place, 21700|The mind can hold two ideas in her own, 21700|One good, the other bad, but of a kind 21700|That always makes her mind one common air, 21700|And never half so trifling or half so grand 21700|As one's own, to which in school or work 21700|Some one has made a great error of thought. 21700|What will not reason say--the truth shall stand-- 21700|That mind, which is the mother of the mind, 21700|Which is the first and prime delight of man, 21700|Is not an invention but a birthright: 21700|The last of all creation, most endeared 21700|In the whole wide world by Nature's hand, 21700|Is woman when we look on her by sight. 21700|No eye hath seen a face so living blue 21700|As she, though all the world had fled for space, 21700|Though all the world had fled for lack of light, 21700|And no one lived so fair but the dew-drop! 21700|'T is clear that her idea is, as well, 21700|The beauty of a creature that has had 21700|No man, and so is beautiful in her 21700|Both at the first and ever in that state 21700|Where we are born, which is the natural thing: 21700|All nature that is in us must be ours: 21700|That must be true of mind; for that is all 21700|Which we have made within: and if our work 21700|Be so, why should nature not be so too?-- 21700|The same mind might then be man's only mother, 21700|If it could only go from place to place, 21700|Or get the shape it wants, to get a place! 21700|If not a mother, yet 't is her in whom 21700|All beauty lay; and if her form could leave 21700|Nature's arms to nothing but a mirror, 21700|All beauty lay but in what she is; 21700|Wherein all shape is laid on man and maid, 21700|If that could only go from place to place, 21700|Or get the shape it wants, to get a place. 21700|The mind, therefore, 's born in the same way 21700|As is the whole world: the mind is there, 21700|From whence it 's never shut, or let slip; 21700|The place of this is in no mother's house, 21700|For its own mind is all that 's left behind; 21700|And so that image of mind is not, we know, 21700|A mother's face is not a father's mirror, 21700|Because ======================================== SAMPLE 22590 ======================================== 1727|to go against the gods. But if you come to be of the people, and if 1727|you have done so in the knowledge of Zeus, he will find you a 1727|way among them, who is one among many great gods who will not 1727|have it so upon you, if you set upon others without his 1727|permission, and if you do so with another man's wife.' 1727|"He would not hold in any other fashion, for he was of such 1727|heart that he wished to go to his country with his men. So I said 1727|to my two men to run along behind me; and they went over my 1727|manes and fell among a band of noble churls about fifty in 1727|number, all of whom kept in mind their own abounding treasures. 1727|I sent then Telemachus to the house of godlike Odysseus, who 1727|would be of help to his men. I did so, and when the son of 1727|Machaon had come inside the palace, and had sat down upon a high 1727|stairway to examine the house, I said to Melanthius son of 1727|Eupithes, a good swimmer, who dwelt opposite him, 'Come down, 1727|Telemachus, and see, if I may do so, how many goodly statues there 1727|and goodly stye are in this hall, a palace of famed Odysseus.' 1727|"I will go to the house myself, and will ask my wife to tell 1727|me of all. I will not leave Telemachus till I have done so; if he 1727|wills not, do anything for him as you now are minded.' 1727|"When he heard this I became angry and turned on me a new spearman 1727|to his own ship in my own shipyard. This armed Melanthius who was 1727|the best man at the shipyard, for he had been with me for one 1727|and two hundred and two days. 1727|"When he heard this, he went to the shipyard to be greeted by Ulysses 1727|with a large crowd of heralds, and I went with him to the house 1727|of Odysseus. As we went on we were greeted with all manner of 1727|sweet greetings and honourable company, and many people took 1727|their seats, and there were many servants too, that were busy 1727|making beds and the like. 1727|"So when we had brought up the goodly staterooms with a maiden and 1727|a child in each, I spoke in a voice that pleased Odysseus, being 1727|young Melanthius, son of Icarius, that was son of Icarius, the 1727|son of Icarius, the son of Eurytus as I tell you. We had been a 1727|journey of three days, but the gods had now fixed for us a fourth. 1727|Thus, then, we laid us on the good staterooms and gave them a 1727|spacious bed, which Eurytus had given us to lie on. Then he said: 1727|'Dear father captain, we are guests of Odysseus, but he is a guest 1727|not of you, who have come hither in your ship. You will see 1727|him when you are come ashore and he is giving us a banquet. 1727|And I have sent you with these words of salutation to the 1727|house of Odysseus, saying that he is sorry for your having gone 1727|home to the house of a man whom you made your enemy.' 1727|"Thus I answered him. And Odysseus of many counsels laughed 1727|laughably and went away. Then Melanthius and the other men, 1727|for their supper had been laid down already, rejoiced till they 1727|had been swallowed up in the belly of the beast and could not 1727|find a place to lie down on it. 1727|"Soon as they had eaten their fill they sat down to table, and 1727|one at a time began to ask them who they were and what their 1727|names were. Ulysses was the first to speak, for he was the 1727|first person that he met. 'Is there no one here,' he cried, 1727|'who ======================================== SAMPLE 22600 ======================================== 1057|When, in the twilight, my thought, 1057|The last bright day of life, as I shall die, 1057|With a sad smile on youth and hope shall smile, 1057|And the night shall be silent under God! 1057|And I shall be the man I am, 1057|Forgetting the sad years of sin 1057|As something unrememberable, 1057|Or like an empty shadow, 1057|Or like the ghost of a dream. 1057|I shall be the self I have not been, 1057|Forgetting the past as something forgot, 1057|Or like an empty shadow, or like a dream, 1057|Or like the ghost of a dream. 1057|But in my heart I shall feel as I did then 1057|The light of the world, the thrill of life, 1057|And in my heart I shall know as I know now 1057|The love of God, the joy of God. 1057|For in the life that waits me no new birth 1057|Shall come to me as a hope or as a fear, 1057|But as the feeling, the being, the being, 1057|The spirit in pain. 1057|For in the dark time of life no new birth 1057|Shall come to me as a hope or as a fear, 1057|But as the feeling, the being, the being, 1057|The spirit in pain. 1057|This is the world that I would have lived in, 1057|This is the world of sin and suffering, 1057|Soul of my heart! 1057|This is the world with its noise and strife, 1057|And pain and loss and evil, and shame, 1057|Soul of my heart! 1057|Soul of my heart! I would have lived in it, 1057|It is the world of sin and suffering! 1057|O soul for the days when all of us 1057|Were lovers of a common passion! 1057|O soul to have watched by your lover! 1057|O soul for the days when all of us 1057|Beneath the sky's one sun should feel 1057|That the one sun was never more. 1057|O soul of my heart! For love is light, 1057|That flies aloft to meet the sun, 1057|And life is all a sudden summer dawn 1057|That leaves the earth's heart wet with tears! 1057|O soul of my heart! 1057|Soul of my heart, we would have lived in it; 1057|Soul of my heart we would have died in it! 1057|O soul that the night could never die! 1057|O soul to have loved and waited for! 1057|O soul that all good days were waiting 1057|For the days to come! 1057|Now in all hope's open hands you lie, 1057|Soul of my heart! 1057|Soul of my heart! 1057|Now in all hope's open hands you lie, 1057|Soul of my heart! 1057|Soul of my heart, we both would live in it, 1057|Soul of my heart we would have died in it! 1057|Soul of my heart, in all life's future years 1057|I shall look back on this with pain, 1057|Soul of my heart! Soul of my heart 1057|No more in the light and shade shall wait. 1057|Soul of my heart, we both would live in it, 1057|Soul of my heart we would have died in it! 1057|O soul for the days when life was young, 1057|Where love was not more strange than love! 1057|O soul for the love of youth's eternal spring 1057|Shall I be? Soul of the years, O soul! 1057|Soul of the seasons I loved, and know! 1057|Soul of the joy of the flowers I loved! 1057|Soul of the gladness of earth's old years, 1057|And every hope I cast abroad! 1057|Soul of life's all-crucifixionals, 1057|And all the pain I have kept back! 1057|Soul of my heart, and I will be 1057|Soul, and I will live in thee! 1057|O soul for the days when all of us 1057|Were lovers of a common passion! ======================================== SAMPLE 22610 ======================================== 1365|And a little further, it seemed to me, 1365|Where the green grass shone and the blackberry-trees 1365|Gleamed, I came to a little clearing, 1365|Where the sweet-briar was growing, 1365|Gathered sweet-smelling wild-flowers, 1365|Bougainvillea and lavender, 1365|And the purple rue grew there. 1365|I looked about and saw the valley 1365|Over which the river flowed, 1365|And it seemed to me so fair and blue, 1365|I was very happy there. 1365|I thought of all the happy people 1365|Whom I had seen the day before, 1365|And, like a pilgrim who yearns for rest, 1365|My eyes wandered to the land of flowers. 1365|Like the monk who to the cloister goes, 1365|Lonely and restless, for the word of grace, 1365|On the long green lane, where a stone 1365|Holds the keys of the barred gate, 1365|Upon my heart a voice cried, "Let there be peace." 1365|So I stayed there, for a little space, 1365|Singing the good old song of God, 1365|Till I remembered that if I prayed, 1365|As I prayed for the grace that you gave me, 1365|The door would be opened to welcome me! 1365|"I'll make you a garland of my rose, 1365|A garland of my lilies, and a wreath 1365|For your sweet lips, and a wreath for your hair, 1365|And love you within its measure." 1365|"And you shall give me a ring of gold, 1365|And a crown of gossamer for my head, 1365|A token of my lineage, and a charm 1365|To seal it securely with a ring." 1365|And I went, and there I found her 1365|Sole at the Wedding of an Engagement; 1365|Love and the wedding-gown had been agreed upon, 1365|And one had been preferred over the other. 1365|"Now that they have joined in wedlock," 1365|And she said, "I've made a new proposal; 1365|Let us go to the Wedding Feast 1365|In the Town of Ypres. Let us go." 1365|And I said, "Not without my consent, 1365|Not without a great love-heart, too, 1365|This will bring the best joy to one or both of us." 1365|So I went and I went like a cloud on the wind; 1365|Yea! like a cloud and a cloud did we move about; 1365|But the joy of the Wedding Feast 1365|Wind and I stayed together in love; 1365|And the wedding-feast of the dead, 1365|And the solemnities of the earth, 1365|Sounding the old-time words of a long-dead day, 1365|Gave us heart-gladness and delight. 1365|But to me and to you 1365|Are a great many sorrowings that seem to grow, 1365|As the years go, 1365|And a gladness that seems many-colored like the sky, 1365|And the hills 1365|And all things that are strange and wonderful to me. 1365|From the mountains of old Rhine-land 1365|And the hills of the olden times, 1365|I've seen fairies all day long, 1365|With snow-white hair and dancing feet, 1365|Passing the leaves, 1365|Singing, as one and all are singed at will, 1365|As the night-winds, that ever rise and set, 1365|Singing their songs. 1365|And they've got into castles drear 1365|And hid themselves 'neath hollows grim, 1365|Where their thoughts in far-off ages go, 1365|Unseen till it is too late. 1365|But ever they sing 1365|As the moon's soft beams were first revealed 1365|In the old tower of the towerer; 1365|Singing their songs 1365|For their misty-colored faces pass, 1365|For the misty-colored cheeks 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 22620 ======================================== I am at home, I have my soul, 1317|There's no need for the world to stir 1317|Now, just so much as a whisper from a heart that's grown 1317|unwilling to know or accept it 1317|And I'm happy I was born, although I find in my heart 1317|That if I had always been happy, 1317|I should have died, not cared for, 1317|That if I had lived now I would not have been old, 1317|And if I had died now with life's hours flown, 1317|No wonder death seemed worse 1317|If I had not lived to make myself glad, 1317|And if I had died now, I say it's clear, 1317|If I had lived, I'd have died, and I would not have been old. 1317|I've had enough of worldly praise, 1317|Enough of the world's merry din, 1317|Enough of the vain things of little worth. 1317|I've let myself be caught and dragged 1317|By a false mind from my purpose bent; 1317|To my lonely little house not a ray of light is left that 1317|Is left to me now; 1317|Not for me the great city's throng of men, 1317|And all its traffic loud and loud, 1317|Nor for me is the busy fair 1317|The envy of the town; 1317|For with me there's little rest for an hour if I choose, for I find 1317|In my heart a longing to return, 1317|To seek the home from which I came 1317|And to which in my youth I have walked, 1317|To which I would not turn, 1317|Though ever the way with sorrow and pain and strife I sought, 1317|And I would not turn 1317|Though ever there clung hard my heavy chains of sorrow, but sought 1317|to be free: 1317|So with me there's little rest for an hour if I choose, for I find 1317|In my heart a longing to return. 1317|There's not a sound at all in the world but has its mood, and I 1317|find 1317|What is true in the world, 1317|Love, for all the truth that I hold in my heart to-day, is the 1317|truth. 1317|And when you've heard, and found it, what's true of what was tried, 1317|why do you hide it so deep? 1317|So your heart is hard, and so your soul is keen, 1317|And then your own foolish words, how you would die, what you 1317|would not dare; 1317|But for you I can forgive you, if you will swear 1317|I saw you stand there with a frown on your lips, 1317|And your head held back while you shook the word 1317|Of your love on your lips so cold 1317|That your lover's heart did crack, 1317|Because he was shaken too near 1317|While you laughed in his ears, so cold. 1317|If your words are weak, if your smile is feint, 1317|Then I must say, since there is room 1317|For a hundred more lies you dare not tell 1317|And your mouth seems full of truth, 1317|I would not have it what you dare write 1317|If I wrote lies instead; 1317|But for the words of a lover your lips should speak, 1317|With his eyes of fire, 1317|If your words be weak, and your smile's feint then I would have 1317|it so. 1317|But my heart for the old love is the same, 1317|I've laughed in your face to my own self, 1317|I've cried in your faces of sorrow, and sought for him in vain, 1317|And I am glad too that my hands 1317|Were shaken as you laughed, 1317|And that I was shaken, and that I could say, "I told the truth" 1317|And the old love is dead; 1317|The old love that is dead is dead, 1317|And what you have written is false, 1317|The old love's dead, and he lives again, 1317|But I still feel in my heart, 1317|And I still feel in my breast, 1317| ======================================== SAMPLE 22630 ======================================== 17393|And some other thing! 'Twere well, I think, 17393|To have some little voice or song to say . . . 17393|I like a thing to have some little song, 17393|And it's as good for the poor soul singing 17393|As the richest church-yards. It's sweet there, 17393|Though the old graves might weep,--you don't know how 17393|It makes them live again,--when you hear a wailing song 17393|From the graves of some one who's singing there, 17393|Or, at least, so they seem alive to you. 17393|I'm a lover of your old music! 17393|My eyes grow clearer as we talk-- 17393|It seems a long way to go 17393|To find a lyric word you use 17393|In that old music, aught to say 17393|Which soothes a man with that old pain; 17393|I think the old days are kinder far 17393|Than these, if you forget to smile,-- 17393|I think the old days are kinder far 17393|Than what's pass'd and foibles convey 17393|And what's _not_ in these days, I say: 17393|Yes, but our days are not the same. 17393|'Tis you that are the young man now, 17393|Wonkering of a new thing of fame:-- 17393|The _new_ times are a world of thought, 17393|Of men and women, flowers and men: 17393|You are, of all, the _old_ man's bride! 17393|You see and hear and hold your own 17393|I have loved you better so. 17393|And yet you're not a young man now: 17393|You're fifty years of age--and then 17393|You _must_ be a young man also. 17393|Not to the _young_, your old self must 17393|Have grown beyond the reach of Time, 17393|And I am still a "young man" too. 17393|You see, I think the things I say 17393|In these times must have passed you by: 17393|For I'm grown sick of young men with 17393|All their old, unromantic ways. 17393|They talk of "young lives," but I know 17393|In those times the old, unselfish ways 17393|They used to know would have been with _me_. 17393|These are not things I can relish:-- 17393|Though we live in the best of these days, 17393|I've had my wits all changed for these: 17393|I've let my own old friends of youth-- 17393|(For what can a man with that to do?) 17393|Be with me. And the old ways are 17393|Not worth the best of these before. 17393|They will not suit a lover's taste:-- 17393|Not if we're not what times would have been then. 17393|If you are what you seem in mind, 17393|I think we can but praise and thank 17393|The Lord that we as women came 17393|To see Him with the best of this world! 17393|The great sun at His work one day 17393|Would stare from chin to chin 17393|And say: "Why did you leave?" and smile. 17393|And He would shake their head at them, 17393|And say: "Why did you leave?" 17393|When I was but a little lass, 17393|We played a game of bowls, 17393|"Which came first?" the king would say. 17393|When I was but a little lad, 17393|My lads brought me flowers, 17393|Held by the hand of moon and stars 17393|And by the wind and birds. 17393|They taught me how to sing, 17393|And showed me every change 17393|Of all that green and gold: 17393|They brought me all the news-- 17393|All I had of sun and birds-- 17393|The winds of heaven should know. 17393|That I should play, when I grew up, 17393|On the great green fields, 17393|All the wide wide world round me-- 17393|The flowers, and the ferns, 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 22640 ======================================== A little, little child, 1365|Whose little hands are white and soft, 1365|And whose dimpled little face is sweet; 1365|Who, laughing, says: "I will!" 1365|A little, little child! 1365|A little, little child, 1365|A baby's face with faces of hay; 1365|Who has one foot in a hen-yard, 1365|And another in the straw; 1365|Who jumps over mounds of hay 1365|And dances in a ring; 1365|Who cries: "I woe! I woe!"-- 1365|A little, little child! 1365|A little, little child! 1365|A little, little child, 1365|And then to love a man or a maid 1365|Who is better than the rest, 1365|And who will take whom you do love 1365|Very well indeed. 1365|I see a mother with her babe on her knee, 1365|And they are twain together kneeling there; 1365|And I hear the baby's voice as it is calling: 1365|"Mama, I love you!" 1365|Then it cries, "I love you, too!" 1365|Then it screams, "I love you! I do!" 1365|Then it cries, "I love you!" 1365|Oh, the little babies! 1365|I see them playing in the sunlight, 1365|They are golden with the sunshine; 1365|I hear their little voices calling: 1365|"Mama, we love you! 1365|Go and sit on this little arm! 1365|Hold it close to your breast!" 1365|So I sit there by the child on the knee, 1365|And the laughter rings round me; 1365|In it lies my darling, so innocent, 1365|And it is so long ago! 1365|O to lie in the dark where she was lying, 1365|With a child's cry and a girl's voice, 1365|I could hear her dying, praying for her 1365|As it was dying for her. 1365|"Oh, I had a dear little maid, 1365|I hung her from a cross that was there; 1365|I bound her fingers and her thumb, 1365|And told her of the pains of hell. 1365|"And I have come at last, dear maid, 1365|And I have come unto my end; 1365|I do not know the number of the years, 1365|I do not know the number of the years. 1365|"I know that I have lived, sweet maid, 1365|To see the end of many a day, 1365|I know that I have passed beyond all love, 1365|The moment that I saw your face. 1365|"I know the light of heaven has gone out; 1365|I know that I am dying old; 1365|And the end comes when I look beyond the wall, 1365|And look beyond the door of time. 1365|"Oh, there the day is going to come, 1365|When all the cares of this world will melt; 1365|When they will let me fall down on this bed, 1365|And kiss and worship me alone!" 1365|The Child and the Mother 1365|She is dead, the little maiden dead! 1365|And he who is the king shall have her; 1365|And all the people that were dear to me 1365|Shall find the little maiden dead. 1365|And all the men and all the women 1365|That I loved in every day-dreamed thought 1365|Shall seek the little maiden dead. 1365|But I shall sit in a corner alone, 1365|And never again shall think of the little maid 1365|In any other kind of thought than this, 1365|To sit alone in a shadow for hours, 1365|And never, never ever speak to her. 1365|THE WONDERFUL WALLER OF SYRICO. [_Enter Wandinella as a Zodiac_ 1365|Mingling of stars with morning sun, 1365|And the pale, star-chariots of the sun. 1365|There are many things which men would change 1365|For the beauties of the morning sky, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 22650 ======================================== 42034|Of those that loved him, and were his best, 42034|The only men and brothers that he knew. 42034|We sat and loved, and laughed together, 42034|Till that old time called the old time to mind. 42034|As we sat and loved; 42034|Our love like rain 42034|Took all the earth 42034|And left it spiced and red, 42034|And we knew that we two must part, 42034|And he and I must ever sit apart. 42034|As we sat there, two forges gleaming 42034|Showering the flame upon the old oak tree. 42034|Then I came back, 42034|And I knew he was lost and in a dream. 42034|Now I know his face, his voice, the joy and pain. 42034|It is a strange old story, one I've forgotten 42034|That some good man told me, saying that he'd found 42034|A youth who loved him; then there was much that he'd done-- 42034|Poverty and sorrow, loneliness and hunger. 42034|The man he met with, a young man in his teens, 42034|Was not the man he seemed. In the dark and wet, 42034|Called by a name that was strange and strange again. 42034|Then he asked him, the way that he had come here? 42034|Who can know God's ways? So then some words were said, 42034|And he replied, as one would claim a friend. 42034|"I'd been out awhile and knew not where he was; 42034|A lady comes who'd the tale of me can tell; 42034|I had gone to find my lover, who was dead, 42034|And here I am." And then we parted there, 42034|The windy summer day was here once more, 42034|With the summer rain, like a great lover's call, 42034|Shaking the old oak tree, the old oak tree. 42035|_I think, my friends, there would never have been this work but for_ 42035|(Second ed., 1912), if it had not been for the fact that other 42035|"My dear boy, I am going away; I shall be back in a little 42035|"We will be going to see the friend the world hath given to 42035|"They are coming"--in the same place as when the boy said "I will" 42035|A Man in Waiting 42035|Romeo and Juliet by Longinus--The Last Battle 42035|Maggie's Plan to save Baby Charlie--The Arrogant 42035|A Woman's Question 42035|Couplet on Maggie's Back 42035|The Woman's Experience 42035|The Man's Question 42035|A Mother's Question 42035|The Woman's Question 42035|The Mad Maid's Wedding 42035|The Man's Question 42035|The Wife's Question 42035|A Look into the Future 42035|Love's Remorse 42035|A Lover's Thought 42035|The Moon Comes 42035|Tina's Sorrow 42035|The Shepherd's Troubles 42035|The Good Drummer DuBay 42035|The Good Fellow's Hour 42035|The Good Fellow's Return 42035|A Girl's Thought 42035|The Cat's in the Cradle 42035|The Good Old Woman 42035|On Being Too Late 42035|Life on the Reservies 42035|Death's Secret 42035|The Man from Sparta 42035|A Mother's Secret 42035|Lincoln's Farewell 42035|To the Unknown Soldier 42035|To a Young Lady 42035|A Song at the Home of my Mother's Sorrow 42035|Tina's Baptism 42035|On Meeting an Old Woman at a Play--"My Wife and I" 42035|A Song at an Unwelcome Meeting--"We will Meet Again" 42035|The Good Fellow from Florence who came to-day 42035|He took an old hat with him on his way 42035|When all our house-mates went out to play; 42035|We watched him long and well, for his appearance 42035|And knew that he would make it through the play. 42035|Yet, as we went down the aisle together, 42035|He said, "You'll never make it through the play, ======================================== SAMPLE 22660 ======================================== 4010|To make the long and weary way 4010|By lonely Yarrow road, 4010|With many a mile of winding walk, 4010|Beside yon old churchyard rock. 4010|There, when the moon hangs dark 4010|And stars shine pale and wan, 4010|As if the waters there 4010|Had turned to stone their beams, 4010|Then, like the moon the trees are green, 4010|The linnet and the throstle sing, 4010|And, far over, thro' the sky, 4010|Like birds in summer's zenith, 4010|The silver echo flits by. 4010|There, when the morn hangs chill, 4010|And stars flicker dim and cold, 4010|With light as o'er the deep it rolls, 4010|Or summer on the river flows, 4010|Then from the forest's gloom 4010|The minstrelsy shall reach us loud, 4010|And every thrush and blue-billed Loon 4010|Shall join in harmony. 4010|But when the night comes on, 4010|And clouds so dark and dreary 4010|Invade the midnight sky, 4010|Then mournful voices weak and low, 4010|That tell of grief and woe, 4010|Shall softly bring to mind the lay, 4010|The holy hymn, the tender tale, 4010|In far-off countries told. 4010|But when the darkness fell, 4010|By midnight brooding o'er the earth, 4010|And light was lost below, 4010|Then mournful voices weak and low, 4010|Shall softly bring to mind the lay, 4010|The sacred hymn of grief: 4010|But when the day shall break, 4010|Till sunlight tries the clouds and skies, 4010|It then shall seem he gave 4010|A father his good pleasure to bless, 4010|He took the grief away, 4010|He took the weary work away 4010|That he might rest at ease; 4010|That he might be, at last, 4010|In all his ease and all his pride, 4010|A humble guest at her white shrine. 4010|For when, at dawn-time, 4010|The first faint gleams from the setting sun, 4010|And flowers are fresh and sweet, 4010|Then from the silent sky 4010|His mournful tones will rise, 4010|And in a voice of anguish speak, 4010|A voice of pain and woe: 4010|"When my fair home was first 4010|I loved thy sweet, O Flower! 4010|"But e'en then, and this heart-cheering hour, 4010|In whose sweet balm I could not rest, 4010|Was I so blind, so blind, to deem 4010|The land was wild, and wild, to be!" 4010|The song hath ended. 4010|Then, with her fair bright fame, 4010|All who can gather round, 4010|That this sweet land may still 4010|Be free from sorrow, pain, and fear, 4010|And a calm welcome bring; 4010|That we may meet, 4010|And our hearts warm, and smile, 4010|Where, in the lonely place, 4010|Our faithful cadre shall be, 4010|Who were left to perish for her sake. 4010|To all the people who shall hear, 4010|Of that bright song and blameless life, 4010|And may with the love of the saints, 4010|The love of our true Mother rest! 4010|And oh! if e'er its theme shall be 4010|In some sweet, humble ear, 4010|May they in sweet contentment hear 4010|That song of hope and love be theirs. 4010|That song is by the poet 4010|Of the Scottish Muses fame; 4010|No man of genius, whose well-wrought verse 4010|Can match the poet's high renown. 4010|'Twas sung by Shakespeare when he died, 4010|And by Milton when he was dead; 4010|But it shall live at Dunfermline, 4010|For they who have the Muses sung 4010| ======================================== SAMPLE 22670 ======================================== 30332|But he, who loved these maids, 30332|Grew as a man with troubled sleep 30332|In his own hall, and heard it said 30332|That these very maids were nigh, 30332|But in his ear the song went by 30332|Of the little fowl he slew, 30332|And how himself his lady did 30332|And a maid to the forest went. 30332|Nay, nay, but in his heart too, 30332|For the lady of the golden hair, 30332|Lover of beauty and fair maid, 30332|Lay in his heart a long year gone. 30332|Then she rose and put her veil aside, 30332|And on the firelit river stood, 30332|And with her fair hands clasped in his, 30332|And with one fair word of her sweet soul, 30332|He leapt up and drew her down to him. 30332|How sweet was the fire in the firelight? 30332|Was it the fire-lit fountain flowing 30332|Through the deep red leaves of the tree, 30332|Or did they draw from the fire to him 30332|Of the fire, and with a word's light 30332|The glory of the fire was gone. 30332|And in the firelit river he lay, 30332|And still he lay there by the flood, 30332|And now from the stream did the flood turn 30332|And drank in his heart and did make him glad, 30332|And now from those feet of the tree he drew 30332|And brought him the life of him laid there, 30332|And now from his hands did his hands fill, 30332|And now from the waters in their flow 30332|Would he drink and come to the river-side. 30332|For all the trees that had grown upon 30332|The forest was as good as a corpse, 30332|So dead did they all as death could be, 30332|And in no wise did any of them move 30332|Out of the hollow of his hands or out of his feet. 30332|And he grew old and old men came him 30332|Who came of the women folk, 30332|But his eyes were dark, and his hair was grey, 30332|But he was not old, but wan and wan, 30332|And ever he seemed to be in fear, 30332|Because of some thing that in his mind 30332|Came creeping through the darkness of his sleep. 30332|Then as a child who is weary and weak, 30332|And hears in the dream his mother speak, 30332|He stood and heard his mother tell 30332|The story of his father's death and shame, 30332|And the great death-grip of shame in his sight. 30332|"O father dead," he said, "for now I know 30332|And I know now,--it is you who are dead 30332|That make me fear, that make me fear so much 30332|That death hath laid on my life, and now my life 30332|Is in the hands of gods, and gods, and men. 30332|O father dead, for now when you lie dead, 30332|I know now, and by your face I know now 30332|That all is in the hands of gods, and gods, 30332|And gods, who know all life; for I have no life 30332|Save in the hands of gods that know it not." 30332|Then took the sword from out the sheath, 30332|And on his neck the cord that bound it, 30332|And on his throat the head of a stag, 30332|And on his helm a red-gold crown, 30332|And on his belt his silver bracelet 30332|The golden ring with which men have wrought it. 30332|And as a man who is weary and weak, 30332|And hears in the dream his mother speak, 30332|He drew in his lips and turned it round, 30332|And then with a mighty shout said "Alack!" 30332|And then in a whisper made "O God, alack! 30332|Where are my mother, my sweet mother now? 30332|What are the things that I have seen, and heard?" 30332|And suddenly with his own hand he took 30332|The blood-red blood-red necklace again, 30332| ======================================== SAMPLE 22680 ======================================== 24269|Of this affair, when time shall prove us fit, 24269|To be our mother's only son at length. 24269|No! stay thy steps; I deem thy heart is set 24269|On other, other contests, not this eve. 24269|So spake, whom Antinoüs, answering, heard; 24269|But with redoubled rage his father's heart 24269|Shook, and he cried all-expectant of the sound. 24269|But when the sun's descending now arrived, 24269|He sought the palace, and, in royal state 24269|Entering, stood on the terrace of the wall, 24269|And on his shoulder placed his royal staff 24269|And on his ample shoulder took his train. 24269|Then, hasting to the spacious court he came, 24269|Where, standing, in the midst himself appeared 24269|Phædra, swift of foot, and o'er the ladies' heads 24269|Her graceful step she bent, and, looking down, 24269|The maidens in shy silence round him spread, 24269|And thus with modest modesty inquired. 24269|Hail, welcome, ancient Knight! whom all approve. 24269|In all my days, I shall the honour pay 24269|To hear thy words, and with a favouring hand 24269|The stranger-born, thy daughter, Laertes, hail! 24269|To whom the ancient chief, Echechlus replied. 24269|Phædra, nor aught shall please me more, nor more 24269|Ikeöns son of Echæmenes, the Fates 24269|Hath granted to our hands a glorious prize. 24269|To whom Echechlus made known his purpose here, 24269|That if we wished to place him on the throne, 24269|His father's power and Peleus' (the chief, 24269|Who hither came with his renown'd ally 24269|Himself to join the war) he should receive 24269|The ancient Spartan on our side by force 24269|Won by our gifts, who all his life long had served 24269|The Greeks, though with our forces inferior. 24269|That he should thus with his own strength contend, 24269|With Peleus' son, is all by reason led. 24269|Such issue he would make; but I should ask, 24269|How he might find an army both brave 24269|And strong, of whom the people seemed to boast 24269|No more than a deluge of miseries, 24269|Who, if indeed they counted not their own 24269|Of whom he hath heard his father well, 24269|Had, all his days, from us received no gifts 24269|Of men or of horses, for his own sods 24269|Of old, and only now, a son, he has 24269|Grown hoary, his new-cased, and by his gifts, 24269|Which he hath made ourselves, has well supplied 24269|To us in peace--this the Spartan grants; 24269|So should Echeneus the mighty son 24269|Of Aretus, and, if so we will it so, 24269|I grant him also all the Greeks who here 24269|Have stood obstinately his enemies. 24269|So saying, he from the court upraised him 24269|In his exalted seat, and sat again 24269|Within his own, while by the hand of Hype 24269|His royal guest before him took his way. 24269|Then in a voice that through the city ran 24269|The form and manners divine of ancient age 24269|Echeneus thus spake to Telemachus. 24269|Telemachus! thou hast been all-searching, 24269|All-enquiring, as a general God 24269|Of ancient times; so hath thy mother sought 24269|In all these islands, and with pious care 24269|That none should perish of the fatal wound. 24269|She has obtained, as I conjecture, the grace 24269|And gift. But, now, let us with the rest 24269|Enter the banquet, since the feast is done. 24269|So saying, he placed Telemachus, and forth 24269|Led by Echeneus, in the noble pair, 24269|Whom near he found at ease beneath the ======================================== SAMPLE 22690 ======================================== 37132|I may not tell ye all, that was unknown to youth, 37132|And though ye hear the news, I may not tell ye all. 37132|"They did not tell ye all, that I did not tell; 37132|I told you all,--and left ye little time to think-- 37132|For I was lost, and he was winning, and the game 37132|Was done, and the prize was won, and he was king; 37132|And he was come into the house of a king 37132|That was no king any more, and a king is dead. 37132|"They did not tell ye all, but they might have told 37132|As much or more, and still ye never knew. 37132|'Twas all my fault,' ye may say--for I betrayed 37132|Your trust, and betrayed you love: that was the end. 37132|"I shall not tell you all, but I may not tell, 37132|And you shall never listen, though the tale is told: 37132|I will not say it was 'dear love,' or what it meant, 37132|Nor yet 'sweet pity.' I will say it was 'dear love,'-- 37132|That is the end of all. If there's one less word 37132|I should deny you, if I bid you listen." 37132|Then I replied, with a piteous and scornful tone, 37132|"I can not tell all, for I would have it so. 37132|And should I ask for more, what is more? I ask,-- 37132|How long my life should be, and what the end,-- 37132|And in what strange shape of life and death to be, 37132|And at what beginning,--what the first of friends, 37132|And what my father,--and my youth, and all my ways 37132|(I know it well) and how I gained the love of you?" 37132|She laughed to see my tears, and I looked up: 37132|We were apart for awhile, and nothing more; 37132|While she, with her long hair streaming down her cheek, 37132|And her wild little laughter ringing in her ears, 37132|Was singing,--as only one such child could,-- 37132|'They told you all! They told you all.' 37132|How lovely is the nightingale, 37132|When he is young, in the spring of spring; 37132|The light of his music is ethereal blue, 37132|His life a gift of song to the hills and dells. 37132|When he is old, his notes cease to be sweet, 37132|He sickeneth all earth's sweetest things forlorn; 37132|But ever and anon, a sigh he hath, 37132|And then a sweet voice sings, in his praise 37132|When the fields and groves by the heath are gay. 37132|Oh, when the nightingale shall lie 37132|On the green ground, when the grasshopper 37132|Sings by our door,--the sweet bird that was mute 37132|The nightingale is gone forever away. 37132|How fine to hear the woodland breeze 37132|That come in kisses from the hills; 37132|Soft through the dewy green to blow 37132|Across the golden mosses' green; 37132|How fresh the violet's tender gleam 37132|When light winds float over the snow. 37132|How fine the evening breeze that sobs 37132|Through woodlawns and through the vale; 37132|How nice the rose's yellow veil 37132|When sunny suns dip their golden spears 37132|Into the river-beds from deep blue skies; 37132|How light the violet's golden gossamer 37132|When warm suns gladden the world with day. 37132|How good the moonlight's magic spell 37132|On all things lovely and dear; 37132|The sky, the earth, the sea, the sun, 37132|From every height to lower thunders fall; 37132|The air, like air, soft on the lute, 37132|With its sweet tones of song--the soft-eyed queen 37132|Of moonlight music. 37132|How good her voice, sweet as the spring, 37132|To the lute-notes of a lover; ======================================== SAMPLE 22700 ======================================== 1745|From thence he rose to go, and when ere night 1745|Rested himself on Wisdom, to return 1745|Up hither, but some little space postponement 1745|Made satisfaction meet among his train. 1745|Soon as mid-circle appeared, and opening wide 1745|His golden ornaments, at whose latter door 1745|Arrived all spirits that aspiring go 1745|To win admission, him they hailed as prescient, 1745|And gloried in his virtue; and his fault 1745|Deriving from his age and backward journey, 1745|His folly openly blasphem'd, and thus 1745|In ventring words returned. If Spirits can sin 1745|Without access of man into the pit, 1745|More, said he, than we mortal men transgress 1745|Against the Throne above, which many a past season 1745|We accused of breaking laws divinely framed 1745|For the erect up of our Messiah's throne, 1745|Before the centre of the world it stood, 1745|And of th' inbuilt fabric of our globe 1745|Presented a defence, o'er which sure might pour 1745|Impenetrable legions of opposing Power, 1745|To rush on us and eclipse his several Threshold. 1745|But what if Tower, Colossus, or what not, 1745|Be gone, and what are these but but intervolved 1745|Spires and walls, if this be all? what room is left 1745|Left us for our complaint? what hope of respite 1745|From cruel grievances? must we still sustain 1745|Our daily sorrows? what avail all means 1745|Against the lamented evils of the time? 1745|To whom the powerful Pan thus answer'd milde. 1745|I should advise thee, brother, not to brand 1745|Thy complaints too firmly; for the fault lies 1745|Not in Heaven, perchance, but in thine owne hearte, 1745|Fearless to own or dare. Go nowe, and then 1745|Look on the big issues, which will soon be modur'd 1745|Into new forms. Go hence; and in thy stead 1745|Tell elders to admonish, and the people wait 1745|(If they have not heard) on thee as a King, 1745|And as a Lord, to set their business kings; 1745|To them I will all times various instructions 1745|Transferr'd from West to East and East to North. 1745|This heard, before the temple of Belus, 1745|By the high-built pile at Megara, 1745|At Cures in Cilicia, at the shrine 1745|Of Artemisia at Samos, and on Pelusi 1745|And on Pelusian Thebes, where all the elders 1745|Might persecute thee. The next admonish them 1745|To set the people right, and let none think 1745|The Spirit of Solomon with their tax, 1745|And with thir bribes, the people wrong'd in thee, 1745|Thy Spirit should dispel their folly from them, 1745|And thir hearts reviver with a just contempt 1745|At what they wrong'd; and if they dare for one 1745| or two small pottles of wrong against thee, 1745|Thou must perforce disprove their adversaries. 1745|The third is of greater date; but first 1745|Conferring among them in one house, 1745|The ancient mischief ended, and they all, 1745|Convening in one council, session'd restore 1745|To thee their liberty. Forthwith from party 1745|To party shift thee forth; for they which most 1745|Incurs others' wrong, most easily rebel; 1745|The thronging multitude their cause forsaking, 1745|Shall from the place from whence they move remove, 1745|Their places lost, to revenge them where they rest. 1745|Nor less mischief may be brought to light 1745|From such a plan, if new pretences I 1745|May not dismiss, nor alter my conclusione. 1745|But forward with it, forward and fast, 1745|And put forth force and main, that all erect 1745|With act and look and vein of spirit erect, 1745|The forestrap of discipline and discipline 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 22710 ======================================== 2619|When he hears the music of the lute, 2619|He hears the singing of the stars. 2619|He does not wish to be old; 2619|The earth is far too glad; 2619|Come down, come down, come down, 2619|Down let me be, come down, 2619|Down let me be! 2619|There is much with nature still to do; 2619|My house is not full of men; 2619|The apples and the pears are gathered early, 2619|And one is sick and needs another brought, 2619|And one is gone on a hunting-trip, 2619|And one is fishing--and one is washing. 2619|The children are at play in the sun, 2619|And they have come down from the hills to dwell 2619|In the woodland of the green-wood tree,-- 2619|And a child is sitting where they are, 2619|With a stick in his hand and a stick in his knee. 2619|He does not dare speak, for his strength is gone, 2619|And his voice is as voices of graves, 2619|That cry at heaven from out the dark caves, 2619|Or thunder at night from the steep hills, 2619|When the moon is rising or darkness falling. 2619|But the child weeps at night for the strength gone out, 2619|And the shadow is on his face, and the light 2619|Is dimmer on his eyes than are the stars, 2619|And he weeps for every thing that is dead; 2619|And he hates what has grown up with leaves and stars, 2619|And for every thing that is young in the dawn; 2619|And he hates the sun and the light, and the grass, 2619|And the water, and all that hath strength to live, 2619|And he hates the wind, and the leaves, and the grass, 2619|And he hates the moon, and his mother's house. 2619|His hand is upon the bridle, and he saileth 2619|With the heart in his bosom and the hand upon the rein; 2619|And we all of us in sickness come back for a day, 2619|But he comeeth with shadows and shadows with him. 2619|With shadows and shadows and saileth he 2619|And saileth till he come with saileth he: 2619|And we come back unto our sorrow again 2619|After days gone, and he cometh with us. 2619|What shall we give him with shadows and shadows saileth? 2619|And what will we give him in sun and in moon? 2619|And what will we give him to help us in death? 2619|O! give him the shade of the woods and the wind 2619|And the voice of the waters by his side, 2619|And the light of the morning and the moon-- 2619|And the shade of the woods and the wind and the voice 2619|Of the water and the voice of the waters. 2619|When the heart's blood of a man is shed 2619|And when the heart's blood of a man is dry, 2619|And the life has faded from the veins 2619|Of a man that has not life to give 2619|And the soul with the shadow of the soul 2619|Falls from the lips of the dying man, 2619|We lift the lid of the eye of light 2619|Where the brow is faint under the chin. 2619|We lift it on a summer's day 2619|And show it where the lips are pale 2619|By the firelight's trembling light, 2619|Folded like love in an empty dream,-- 2619|But the tears fall with a heavy thrill. 2619|For we know that the heart's blood of a man is shed; 2619|And the eyes of a man are faint with sight. 2619|In vain the light and shadows pass; 2619|In vain love speaks in the heart,-- 2619|And we know that the heart's blood of a man is shed. 2619|In this wise we shall cease to weep, 2619|We will put off the pain and start; 2619|And the heart of a man is not afraid 2619|Of love and the heart of a man will love. 2619|They have set a mighty host in my tent ======================================== SAMPLE 22720 ======================================== 42052|Till that last breath, too late, 42052|Where, as in a broken song, 42052|The nightingale was screaming 42052|To the dark-browed stars, 42052|Where the blackbird's note was 42052|Howling in the dawn, 42052|Where the nightingale is singing 42052|Her sweetest, wildest thing-- 42052|Till the blackbird's note was 42052|Howling in the dawn! 42052|Where there is no summer 42052|Or spring, or twilight; 42052|Where there is no spring sun 42052|And only wet grass 42052|And the sky being a sheet 42052|Of dim gray rain-drops 42052|Filling from sky to grasses 42052|Sweet, wet eyes of clover; 42052|Where there is no wind, 42052|Nor any sound of rain, 42052|Neither rain drop glistening 42052|Its wet face on the grass, 42052|Nor cloud-drift gathering, 42052|Nor cloud-glisten for rain, 42052|Nor for wind a ripple 42052|Of rain falling, 42052|No wind that blows from 42052|The rain rain falling; 42052|There is a place of rest 42052|Deep in the earth, 42052|And a pleasant place of rest 42052|Underneath the earth, 42052|The place of rest in the earth 42052|Is a place of rest in the earth; 42052|There is a place of rest 42052|Within the heavens; 42052|It is a place of rest in the heavens, 42052|And a place of rest in the heavens, 42052|But ever the cloud-drift 42052|And the rain-drop glisten 42052|By the rain rain falling, 42052|And pour down, pour down, from rain rain falling, 42052|The wet eyes of clover, 42052|And the wet breath of clover, 42052|And the wet breath of clover. 42052|The nightingale, the nightingale, 42052|Sings her sweetest song, 42052|For the brown trees stir in their sleep, 42052|And the wind is wild; 42052|The birds go by with startled note 42052|In the twilight grey; 42052|And the bird in the tree tops' boughs 42052|Is startled by the moon. 42052|And he knows that her heart's content 42052|Is deep in his heart's core; 42052|And he sings her one song for all 42052|The years in his heart. 42052|And he knows that no bird in all the world 42052|Can match with her the nest; 42052|And he sings her one song for all the years 42052|In his heart's core. 42052|The night winds are whispering all things, 42052|For shadows are darkling still; 42052|They know that the day wind is breaking 42052|The world in fragments down! 42052|And in this silent nightingale 42052|The voices of earth are hushed; 42052|And the wind, and the bird, and the bird 42052|Know all things well. 42052|The night winds whisper in the mist, 42052|While the moon is rising grey; 42052|They know that the day wind is shaking 42052|The mist in the darkness and cold. 42052|For a soul born deep in dark, in dim 42052|And desolate night 42052|Is broken now in his own death. 42052|And the moon is silent in the sky. 42052|And the bird that is in it still sings-- 42052|And still the day wind is blowing. 42052|And the soul is free from the world and dim, 42052|And the bird with the black wings of June, 42052|And the black plumage of the rose-- 42052|And the deep, dark voice in the night. 42052|And they speak all things together, 42052|As it were with the night's wings; 42052|With a voice that is as a voice 42052|In the soul that doth live; 42052|With a heart that is as a heart 42052|In the soul that doth die. 42052|And they whisper all things together, 42052 ======================================== SAMPLE 22730 ======================================== 19226|We are the same old folk, who once in France 19226|We'd fight about for Queen and Duke and earls. 19226|Our faces are not our own, but you 19226|And I are both those good friends of ours: 19226|But we can only stand and look and wait. 19226|A moment we could give you a kiss!" 19226|And I, the heartless, took my seat, and waited, 19226|And all I'd give for this love, for one day. 19226|I stood and looked up at the sky, and thought 19226|We might be blessed by some wild rose or fern 19226|For one day only; and so looked on. 19226|And all at once a voice like a bell-rope 19226|Gave a strange and woeful surprise. 19226|"Dear friends, the moment is come!" it said; 19226|"The moment's come, and you must be free. 19226|"By the Rose, the dear and loved of all, 19226|By the roses, the Rose! 19226|"I am the Rose, the dear and loved of all, 19226|Rose, the loved of all. 19226|"And you must not give in--don't give in! 19226|Don't fail us, do you think? 19226|"We're not of our own--we're being stopped, 19226|Stop! don't you yield! 19226|"I'm the Rose, Rose, dear and loved of all, 19226|But, see, that's the end." 19226|So I saw, and thought we'd both give in-- 19226|A moment only; but it seemed to me 19226|Like years, and years we've lived. 19226|And that's the point--when life's at the limit-- 19226|As long as you've the Rose to wear; 19226|For there's an end when the soul's at the limit-- 19226|And one has passed away. 19226|I was a little man, 19226|And I knew a little ship 19226|Which sailed the ocean free; 19226|It was my ship that sailed, 19226|It drifted at its will; 19226|But the little man remembers, 19226|And he's a sailor sure, 19226|Wherever that may be, 19226|There's a harbor safe and fair, 19226|And there's a little ship at sea. 19226|I was a little child, and saw how the great beasts that use the 19226|"I wish you were a little beast, 19226|But I have a little mind!" 19226|I wish I had a little boat, 19226|With wheels to turn the oars; 19226|And wheels to turn the mighty seas, 19226|That roll beneath the sun. 19226|My boat would be no boat at all, 19226|I would be able water to brine; 19226|And water would run everywhere, 19226|No doubt in my boat to go! 19226|Or else there'd be too much water, 19226|And so I'll have a little ship; 19226|And, boat, too, I would wish to sport; 19226|For, with a boat, I can swim like the sea. 19226|But if God made me a little boat, 19226|I wish you were a horse, horse, horse; 19226|For I have a little mind-- 19226|And then I should not be horse, horse, horse. 19226|You are a child of little power; and who, 19226|To run or even live, in bounds would give 19226|A child, too, a free, long-legged swing. 19226|You can't lift your arms; you have no hands 19226|To push, to pull, to push aside the leaves: 19226|You walk with feet that never meet. 19226|And yet at times, when you're feeling sad, 19226|You sometimes will stoop, to pick up leaves, 19226|And turn your head from side to side, 19226|And, with the leaves, to make you think 19226|That nothing's strange; 19226|And that, so far as you are concerned, 19226|The world is nothing but your child's: 19226|If you have no other friend, 19226|What ======================================== SAMPLE 22740 ======================================== 20|His foes by his good works I see, 20|While from my view the beautiful light 20|Of his great Eternal Face derives 20|Of my pure spirits, & my soul to Heav'n, 20|Which as at first it was in Heav'n, & grew 20|Inmost, most precious, endlong Seeming there, 20|Unsated, undying, to endure 20|Till that great Judgment with the just 20|It selfe shall at last appease; 20|Which may not be ere thousand years 20|Be ended, and our works be done 20|In peace on Earth, and all our Sins 20|Erased, and in total remission 20|The cursing and the punishment light 20|Eased on the Soul: And after this they mean, 20|That to resalute the World imbraz'd 20|With spiritual Liquour, and for that 20|Mechanick sent, bombard'd the Defendians 20|With Fleets of Spears, whom he despoilds 20|With Armies, Charms and with his Armies 20|Fleet draws back the Gall: Me then exprest 20|That God so high in his Delighted Horizon 20|To arm him for the fight no second Chance 20|Should interest his Eternal Saints, becos 20|He meant right imbrac't; for after Death 20|All Souls to God shall return, as sayd 20|The Prophets OT MAJOR AND SECRET.--A 20|That said, he rose as dawning ness, and with 20|Stall'd Pow'r in his face seiz'd thus: "Thus farr 20|Our task is armost as yclept: farr 20|Are we arriv'd, that farr behoves 20|We plyvell indeed to scape obscurely 20|By fowl before whom ev'n Soldier sounds 20|Wormwood, and with shriek infixibly 20|Eternal damnific voice. For by the will 20|Of highest God who Arisdawz is high 20|Of all who in the Earth abide, there where 20|God resteth him, from all future strifes 20|Let us adjoin: Ere the great day quit 20|Our Loyalties, let all our Armies here 20|Strike, and to mar our peace retort, say Alter? 20|To whom thus MICHAEL. Arisdawz is right, 20|For clear Reason, who that hath well examin'd 20|Desire and fear reproduc't in his minde 20|And spoken with, without all evasion 20|Nearest to God, thus to the Son of God, 20|Anointed heir of life and light, thus to send 20|His Vengeance on the Foe, and in Serpentine 20|Wrap him and all his Robe of Light in Grief 20|Into an utter loss, which yet may sour 20|The Holy Eevning, doth deepen the 20|angry heart of him whose hand sheds light 20|On hearts that labour for quiet: nor we yet 20|Hath least expectation of such a sight 20|When to us brings retribution: Wise design 20|Maintainest not in idle thought: wise nevertheless 20|Commit thy work and leave it Atomie 20|To the perfect eye of God, who like the eye 20|That clearest is of all the beares on high 20|The Worlds wide concord, takest note thereof: 20|So much is my selfe experienc't, that though 20|I other Robe find not, yet that eye 20|Doth yet distinguish me no less then others 20|With clear discernment. Of thir state I one 20|Large Vennachaine compose, in Whose sublim 20|All things interested are, in inward view 20|Not grat in themselves, but for the good 20|Of all his creatures, who receiving, see 20|Things made, that know them through abysses cleer; 20|And of his Supremacie am aware 20|One Father, Prince and King, one Chair of might, 20|One Chair of might, one glorious Face of Heav'n 20|One Glory: One Supremacy which rules 20|The moving Wheel, one Naturall Sustenance 20|One rotation of the World, one breath, 20|One Quaternion of Excendence, one 20|SpontaneansFORMATION of verdure ======================================== SAMPLE 22750 ======================================== Amen: this is true, 34790|Of all the little truths, 34790|Which, from their infancy, 34790|Have pleased me so, 34790|A truth or two I've forgot. 34790|One day--the truth to you-- 34790|I saw a splendid sail, 34790|Over the seas that night, 34790|Sailing on. 34790|A great blue bell, white-sailed, 34790|The highest white sail that sails 34790|On night at sea; 34790|A glorious light 34790|Upon its sails, 34790|A voice of deep desire-- 34790|A cry--"See! my sails grow fair 34790|Because I sail so." 34790|And suddenly a breeze 34790|Brought to the sails 34790|The silent, silent sight 34790|Of a great light 34790|Standing, a beacon light, 34790|In the sky. 34790|It seemed that the great breeze 34790|Had swept the clouds away, 34790|And, as the sail, 34790|A glorious light 34790|Rose on the night. 34790|A few short nights, and our sail 34790|Was shining in the bright 34790|Star-stricken rays of the moon, 34790|And the waves grew higher, 34790|And we drifted on 34790|Through the silent, silent night, 34790|With love on my lips. 34790|A few more nights, and the storm grew not, 34790|Nor any wind that blows, 34790|Nor any rain, but the scent 34790|Of the old sweet savour 34790|Of the old sweet savour. 34790|A few more nights, and the sails still stood 34790|With the light 34790|Of the old sweet savour 34790|In the sky. 34790|A little while--it was past-- 34790|(So I said) our journey was done, 34790|We reached the old sweet savour 34790|Of the old sweet savour! 34790|A little while!--it was past-- 34790|(So I whispered), 34790|For the rain still fell, 34790|And the old sweet savour 34790|Was not changed at all! 34790|A little while!--it was past-- 34790|(So I whispered, 34790|And the wind still knocked, 34790|And the old sweet savour 34790|Rang but a note; 34790|For the rain still fell, 34790|And the old sweet savour 34790|Was not changed at all). 34790|A little while!--it was past-- 34790|(So I sighed), 34790|For the sweet savour 34790|Of the old sweet savour 34790|Was not changed at all! 34790|Ah, it never will be again! 34790|So the years go, 34790|And the trees are left unsown, 34790|And the flowers are neglected, 34790|And life's passion dies; 34790|The winds die and leave their ghost 34790|Upon the lonely ground, 34790|And no one visits again-- 34790|"The old sweet savour," 34790|(This is the thing to me)-- 34790|The old sweet savour! 34790|The sky grows dull and dim, 34790|And cold and bleak; 34790|The grasses grow thick and tall, 34790|And no one sees. 34790|The trees are all bare, they lie 34790|Alone in the snow, 34790|And I sit and brood above 34790|The hollows below. 34790|The wind is all unstrung and free, 34790|And blowing in the face; 34790|The grasses grow strong and tall, 34790|And no one hears. 34790|It's all too late for all but me: 34790|I'm in the wrong place; 34790|I never should have come.-- 34790|I thought I found the dream-- 34790|I think I'd better go 34790|And take an errand there, 34790|For I've got a letter to write. 34790|I'm sent to write the news 34790|(The news! the news!) 34790|For some one's coming or going; ======================================== SAMPLE 22760 ======================================== 1746|And that the sun to man may yield, 1746|As he hath said, I never will stay, 1746|But will away before the dawn; 1746|And the day after I am dead, 1746|That I may not say a word, 1746|For I think no word may be say 1746|Which may hurt you, dear lassie. 1746|I know full well ye will grieve 1746|That I am here, lassie, 1746|For I know your grief in winter 1746|When the winds come out, and blow 1746|The snow all through the hedgerows wold, 1746|With little hailstones falling, 1746|White, grey, or red-bough, and how they clap 1746|Their hands of misery into your face, 1746|And wail you; but my love is wise, 1746|The fairest of the fairest, sweet, 1746|And is there when you should be. 1746|A little further did we walk, 1746|Along the reedy wold, 1746|Through mosses that the dead leaves hid, 1746|And meadows where the springing grasses gleam, 1746|And fields of barley and wheat; 1746|And then I said, "I'll go to see 1746|What I have made me a woman to be, 1746|And you shall love me for that day, 1746|And every morn shall be your own to choose 1746|When you shall see if I can be 1746|A woman for you and for your land." 1746|She said: "I'm not a thing for you"-- 1746|"Not so much for you as I have made me 1746|To be, who know you true, 1746|Of all my children and my wife 1746|I am the best of all, 1746|As a babe to a mother who clings 1746|Her child asleep, asleep, 1746|The wind wakes with the waking day 1746|And gives a cry and dies, 1746|And the stars shine and the winds take wing, 1746|And wreath for the summer's dress 1746|In the glory of our song of praise for our gladness and 1746|Our joy in life." 1746|The wind blew off the moon and the sun, 1746|And the air was a-chilly, and the light 1746|Was whirling to and fro. 1746|The snow fell in the green fields with my bairnie, 1746|The sun shone on me in the gloam. 1746|The snow was like to freeze the wheat, 1746|The trees were as white as wort, 1746|And there was nothing to hear but the song 1746|Of the swallow and the linnet. 1746|The sun in the blue sky went down, 1746|But the air was warm and hollow; 1746|And the glistening dew was clinging to the dew-drops 1746|As if they were drops of hair. 1746|In the hollow hill-side, where the wind had gone, 1746|Was a small open space of green, 1746|All covered with flowers, and the lily and rose 1746|Hung out their heads as they liked. 1746|The lilies had the same colour of hair 1746|As the lily-beds that grow 1746|By the side of the lake, or the open grave 1746|That hides the drowned town. 1746|It was pleasant in the hollow hill-side 1746|To see the little girls and boys 1746|Play round and round a little lake, or go swimming 1746|Down to the marsh beyond. 1746|They were happy and free from all pity; 1746|For the water of it was sweet, 1746|And they could swim and play with all their might, 1746|For the earth was ever green. 1746|And all the little ships went sailing 1746|By the shore into the water clear; 1746|And the sun shone on the boats of little children, 1746|As they floated by the shore. 1746|And when I came to see again, I thought, 1746|"The world shall be to us nought to me," 1746|But I will be a woman when I am grown, 1746 ======================================== SAMPLE 22770 ======================================== 1924|And in what the land and the sea and the hills are 1924|And we with a broken heart, and a broken head.' 1924|'I saw the dark grey of the darkening sea. 1924|I saw the great black mountains. 1924|I saw the mountains, black, great black mountains. 1924|O sea! O sea! O sea that is mad with foam! 1924|O sea! O sea with all your great grey foam! 1924|'I saw the great red sky. 1924|I saw the blue great sky. 1924|I saw the blue great sky. 1924|I heard the far blue bells! 1924|But more than I saw the far blue bells.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea that is mad with foam! 1924|O sea! O sea with all your great grey foam! 1924|O sea! O sea with all your great grey foam! 1924|'But now I see the green of the rose. 1924|O sea! O sea! O sea with all your great! 1924|O sea! O sea with all your great grief!' 1924|'I saw a ship come over the sea.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea of pain!' 1924|'I saw a ship come into harbour 1924|With gold chains and chains of brass.' 1924|'I saw the red gold of the sands.' 1924|'I saw the red gold of the sea.' 1924|'I saw the red gold of the sands.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea of pain!' 1924|'I saw a man come softly down.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea with all your great sorrow!' 1924|'I saw a tall ship climb slowly out.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea that is mad with foam! 1924|O sea! O sea with all your great great grief!' 1924|'I saw a man come slowly riding home.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea with all your great sorrow!' 1924|'I saw the red gold of the waves.' 1924|'I saw the red gold of the sands.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea with all your great sorrow!' 1924|'I saw a man come slowly riding in.' 1924|'O sea! O sea! O sea with all your great pain!' 1924|'I saw the tall tall sun. 1924|I saw the tall tall sun.' 1924|'I saw the tall great sun.' 1924|'I saw the tall great wave.' 1924|'I saw the tall great wave.' 1924|'But I saw no other white.' 1924|'I saw no other white.' 1924|'And yet I knew, 1924|But knew I could not say it.' 1924|'I saw no other white.' 1924|'I shall forget it and forget it.' 1924|I shall forget the sea as if it were not 1924|Because it was a gentle, beautiful sea.' 1924|'I shall forget its colours and the waves of it, 1924|As if I had heard them, for a little moment; 1924|But now it is no longer a sea, but a place 1924|Where people gather, and there where I lost my love 1924|You shall bring no more to bring to me.' 1924|The sea that lies beneath grey old Spitalfields, 1924|The sea that is grey above blue-grey sea-waves, 1924|That is the world my eyes should see once more; 1924|I would not be so great a lover might be 1924|In any world but as it never shall be: 1924|No less, no bigger; to be loving then 1924|And loving with a heart as fair as ever. 1924|Out on the world of earth where the great waves rise. 1924|Swinging, flowing, ever swinging out to and fro 1924|With the wind in your face, and the stars above; 1924|Never overset, never lost in the sea. 1924|I am swept about like a boat upon the tide, 1924|But I know not whence the tides are borne - 1924|I know not whether there be a sky, 1924|Or a sea, or a sky above, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 22780 ======================================== 3295|In its last hope and last rest. I saw it once; 3295|And now, I see the city, the church-tower, the hall, 3295|Of its first lord, my father King Lascaro; 3295|I see the people's pride, the people's need, 3295|And the people's love that sent me there to seek 3295|Peace of my father King on me, and thee. 3295|Now I speak to thee. Go, my lover, forth 3295|Over the hill, to find peace in the east. 3295|I shall feel, when thou art come a little space, 3295|Those arms again which have been so enfolding 3295|My body and heart throughout the long years 3295|To see thee, and to know when I have seen thee 3295|Thy face upon the cross. Oh, be not afraid! 3295|Thy father is on high above thee, all day long 3295|Thou mayst watch and pray, and by night shalt awake 3295|To hear the winds come sighing in the trees, 3295|Or, as the night is quivering with the spray, 3295|Forth from the windows, and shall think that thou art here; 3295|But if thou wilt not go, I shall not be afraid. 3295|I shall still feel thy breath upon my cheek; 3295|And if thou wilt not go, I shall not be afraid. 3295|I shall know all thy heart, and thy bright eyes 3295|Shall be the first light of all heaven to me; 3295|And then I shall sit beside thy mother, 3295|Singing with joy; the voice shall say to thee, 3295|_Rising and resting from thy long journey,_ 3295|_Come and take me, my fair young lover._" 3295|"But if thou wilt not go, I shall not be afraid." 3295|"But if thou wilt not go, I shall not be afraid." 3295|"I will go to him, then! I will have peace, 3295|Though I knew in my grave his body lying 3295|Where only my poor body lies evermore, 3295|And saw no more his face. I shall not feel 3295|One hour's pain, no, not a moment's longer, 3295|Without thy feet. I shall go forth at night 3295|I' the city's silent streets, and all the while 3295|My heart shall tell me of thy loving words, 3295|And of thy face beneath thy deep lily hair. 3295|I shall feel the world grow soft between us, 3295|And the sweet sweet breath of the coming sunrise, 3295|And the first drop of morning rain." 3295|"Oh, I shall not be afraid," 3295|Said Lora, "for I trust that this good love 3295|We shall have, if we go down to the grave at dawn, 3295|Shall not be in vain. Thou wilt be faithful. 3295|Thou shalt find in me, in my heart, and in mine eyes 3295|Grief, joy, and a gladness of hope and of prayer 3295|That shall not die for ever. Oh, I have learned 3295|To call thee mother, and call thee my God! 3295|I shall live when thou art dead." 3295|"I, too, mother, I grow old and die. 3295|Farewell, and in the morning, when I rise, 3295|And look afar over the silent lands, 3295|I know not which way I may turn my feet 3295|From this long road of anguish unto thy face. 3295|I shall not be afraid. I shall return 3295|Unchanged, beloved, where thou art, my childhood, 3295|And we shall go on together to the end." 3295|"No, no, father! I cannot stay, not while 3295|My heart is breaking. I shall come to thee, 3295|Father of mine, the very last word 3295|Thy heart hath uttered." 3295|"No, no, my God!" 3295|"Hush, thou my darling, come to me, be strong, 3295|I will not leave thee!" And she turned again 3295|To the far-off city, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 22790 ======================================== 3160|The queen beheld him in the open air. 3160|To whom the son of Panopeus thus spake: 3160|"My sister, I have heard a wondrous tale, 3160|That mortal men may walk with gods in Jove's own air. 3160|I know not how it came, whereof I ask, 3160|Yet know I this with certainty, that once 3160|A mortal, and a man, with anger fraught, 3160|To challenge Jove the king, on Ida's height; 3160|Poured down his burthen on the parent god, 3160|And struck his hollow breast-bone; Jove bethought 3160|(For all his wrath) that he his wrath should move, 3160|And ordered he a man, who should proclaim 3160|The god's displeasure, and his presence here, 3160|To the white sand his awful car he made, 3160|And gave the god the word; and thus declare'd: 3160|"'O Panopea, fair of form and face! (she cried) 3160|I bring thee news, which mortal ear would claim, 3160|That Phrygian Tydeus, with his faithful train, 3160|Took thee in his toils, by force, untaught; 3160|He now at home with equal rage prevails; 3160|Huge Areulus, and fierce Hypsin bears; 3160|And the stubborn son of Pholus, with joy 3160|For vengeance sought, is from the shores of Troy, 3160|And o'er thy son commands the deathful war: 3160|For him the monarch of the winds employs 3160|An omen fore to raise the waves of woe; 3160|So shall some happy chance afford relief. 3160|Now, now, let all your toils the god proclaim; 3160|With thee, the son of Saturn, to the main 3160|We pledge the stormy world, and give the main." 3160|Thus having urged her to their toils, they found 3160|A storm approaching, whose wild blasts would rouse 3160|The waters, and the land be swallowed up. 3160|Now, when the sun, in midst of heaven, was bright, 3160|The son of Saturn with his golden train 3160|Sent omen to the chiefs; and these the sign 3160|Distinctly heard, and well presaged the show; 3160|The gath'ring winds were silent now, and now 3160|Slow-moving rolled the ocean, as it swelled 3160|With the black surge; the clouden'd skies no more 3160|The glimmer'd glimmer'd, but the heavy air 3160|Was dark, and on the ground the mountains hung. 3160|Now on the side of Sason, all in haste 3160|To strike the dauntless son of Meges bright; 3160|With lance inlaid he strove, and strove he strove! 3160|But the fierce youth in vain impetuous pressed: 3160|With his bright golden lance the godlike man 3160|Stampt, and shook his armour: to the ground 3160|Fell each; but earth did not; to the skies 3160|Rent from their hinges they stood, and left the gods 3160|Pleading for life on man's innocence the cause. 3160|Meanwhile, to break the deadlock, Telemachus 3160|Spear'd in hand approach'd his sire, and cried: 3160|"Father, thy word was rightly to have said, 3160|Thy speech well heard, but not thy meaning rightly 3160|Stumbled. My native land, and native shore, 3160|I plead in favour of the crime that lies 3160|In human hearts by vengeance fraught for crime. 3160|What deed of guilty power this man has done 3160|Sinks deep in human memory, and lives 3160|In the blue sense, with deep affections fraught; 3160|A king from heaven this deed inspired his hand. 3160|A king, with high Jupiter at his side, 3160|Would pardon of such guilt an unknown man claim, 3160|Yet all the gods consented; all at home 3160|Sounded his name, and man was forced to go. 3160|But now, let others strive to fill the fame 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 22800 ======================================== 34298|The sabbath, and the quiet of a still retreat! 34298|The air that from the great choral organs rolls 34298|Pours on the soul a music of the spheres;-- 34298|Truest angels, in the sacred minster, steep 34298|The consecrated organs in their purest sound; 34298|And angels are as pure as the purest hearts!-- 34298|Thus sing the songs that from our hearts descend, 34298|And thus, when, soft-souled and fair as they, 34298|The soul shall meet it softly on God's knee, 34298|Its own, its pure unmingled harmony, 34298|Will ring the temple into life once more! 34298|For not in vain shall the deep temple ring 34298|With the long-sounding hymns of our Abbey,-- 34298|The hymns of the great and holy Past, 34298|The heavenly voice of the Omnipotent! 34298|The ancient cypress-shade shall lengthen o'er the ground; 34298|The noble forest-trees of stately majesty 34298|Shall tower up through the ages through which they roll; 34298|And the great heroes shall lie sleeping in peace 34298|Who taught their armies to be heroes once again. 34298|The solemn silence of the day is gone, 34298|The sun is up, and fades the evening's mist; 34298|As, from the last grey line, draws sudden sight 34298|On the new world, where, far below them, lie 34298|The dim-seen camp, and rising mountain-tops 34298|With the green clouds that circle in wild round, 34298|And the lone vale, where, from the drowsy West, 34298|Far in the midst of the dark west's golden screen, 34298|Lifts his gray head above the sunset's line; 34298|And near--the lone, still watch-tower, dim 34298|Where the last watch of Morn for all night lay! 34298|A moment, from the first calm calm and clear, 34298|And the wild sense of awe that floats round the soul; 34298|Then the wild vision of the unknown toil, 34298|Of the wide-distant vision, the unknown,-- 34298|Of what the unknowns are that must sustain, 34298|And what the alien dreams that must not be, 34298|Of what is of the unknown most true,-- 34298|Seems the soul all unmeet for fame.-- 34298|So long!--the sound of trumpet and drum 34298|And the long chant of tongues--all vanish'd soon, 34298|And the dark shadow--of the silence broken, 34298|Closed the long, deep, echoing, solemn grave. 34298|Yet mused the son of the Highlanders, while 34298|The last star of day wither'd from the east, 34298|While the gray, mist-wreaths, which over night 34298|Fell like the heavy, hush'd hush of woe, 34298|Stood, yet o'er the grave of the hero fallen 34298|Unshadowed--the last of those who fell 34298|Was still--and--in the grave of the man, 34298|The one still shining image that shone, 34298|Which in the darkness of the grave still shone. 34298|There, where the wreath, the brow, the foot, the hand, 34298|Died from the sculptured marble of the mind, 34298|Mused the great ones of that great and holy 34298|People born where war has no wrong:-- 34298|The sires who, in their youthful, wildest prime, 34298|Saw the first war and rose alone, 34298|The mothers--and the sires who, in their prime, 34298|Saw the first age of man decline:-- 34298|Mighty sires of peoples, of whose land 34298|All time seemed fairest, all the world to be 34298|Forever and forever one, 34298|The mighty sires of the Highlanders' home. 34298|For from their very sires, who now are dead, 34298|Pondered the fates that came before; 34298|And in the voice of the chieftains they reproach'd, 34298|As the sage, in his grave ======================================== SAMPLE 22810 ======================================== 28287|And there the knight, though clad in mail of valour, 28287|Might meet the face of his dear mother, 28287|And look upon that face which, once, her own, 28287|Had blest but to exultant eyes! 28287|As on the boughs the early fairies play, 28287|And gather all the fruit of Nature's pastures, 28287|The forest trees, with glee, their music sing; 28287|And through the wilds the gushing rivulet flows, 28287|With all her tresses unregarding crowned. 28287|So through the forest boughs the fairies pass, 28287|Lest wilds and groves should frighten them awhile; 28287|And there, in the bright morn, a little shade 28287|Their fairy feet might linger upon. 28287|One evening when so late the light, 28287|The fairy train had left the moor, 28287|They halted without the wood, and viewed, 28287|For far beyond the hollow bound, 28287|The mountains 'mid the vale afar, 28287|The forest in a mist of gold. 28287|The fairies, with the elves around, 28287|A fairy queen with slender hand 28287|Gazed on the far horizon's line, 28287|As if by chance she saw the pair 28287|Of elves within the woodland there. 28287|The fairy queen, by thought directed, 28287|The task her task began to share, 28287|And with the elves each season shewed 28287|The progress of her woodland work. 28287|It seemed a fairy pageant, 28287|Till from the magic trees there broke 28287|From the long dewy evening hour 28287|A light upon the forest side, 28287|And the elves saw, in all surprise, 28287|That something fair had come to land. 28287|She knew no other fairy than her queen, 28287|Who, on a time, to fairy land 28287|Had passed her maiden hours and days there. 28287|In her right hand a golden wand 28287|Her finger drew, the others' sight 28287|Seemed transient as the misty air; 28287|She seeméd as she shone before 28287|That fairy castle, that stood 28287|Beneath an island in the sea. 28287|No wanderer saw the queen 28287|With these her beauteous elves present; 28287|To every fairy was there, 28287|In form and feature, the same. 28287|In each was the same strange magic art, 28287|Each made his form a lovely dance, 28287|In each were all that the world has lost, 28287|In form and feature, the same, 28287|As when, in days of ancient story, 28287|The heroes of the wood and forest, 28287|On the green mountain-tops came riding, 28287|Telling of magic powers unknown 28287|To the wise or learned of lore. 28287|"There is none who can withstand 28287|A fairy queen," the elf replied, 28287|"As mighty as the Wind-God's daughter, 28287|Whom in the forest's thicket bright 28287|The mighty Wind-God hath ta'en to life. 28287|Then, when the night is come, with song, 28287|She calls the children to her side, 28287|To dance upon her waist, and sing 28287|As charms the woods and vallies bring." 28287|"The Wind-God, by the help divine, 28287|Might draw us to his temple there; 28287|But not to his black, forbidden hall, 28287|We would not now be lured away: 28287|When we depart thou, fairy queen, 28287|Shalt still my spirit here obtain; 28287|Then, if thou wouldst once more behold 28287|Thy smiling, pure-bosom'd, fairy maid, 28287|Away, away from yonder oak, 28287|Where the green fir-trees lean, and shade thy feet; 28287|Away into the wilderness we'll go, 28287|Around yon hemlocks cast thy spell, 28287|And bring thee, to yon mountain glade 28287|Where all the birds their drow ======================================== SAMPLE 22820 ======================================== 1365|For our father, and thy life is at an end. 1365|The last hour 1365|Of this wretched life I cannot die, 1365|Yet I see, as from the spot 1365|Where I myself am standing, 1365|That which will befall upon thee, 1365|Though they fail for thee, like sunlight so bright. 1365|The night must give up the ghost as the first moon is gone, 1365|And the day's half-way point be reached before the darkness can close; 1365|Let not the end go farther than the means are able to pay. 1365|Then the day's long work is done! 1365|Let us lie down no more for a little hour, 1365|But let us go as gently as before, 1365|And meet again and take the journey hence, 1365|As those with whom we travelled a short time before. 1365|If you ask me what my mind is like, 1365|It will answer to my heart's great joy. 1365|I see my friends are all too sick to pray, 1365|Too tired to smile, too tired to be sad; 1365|They seem so worn, they seem too worn and old 1365|To the old joy which comes to all at last. 1365|With a love that will not stay at home, 1365|With a life that will not make itself at home, 1365|So to live, so to love, so to live, 1365|And not be happy that I might be yours! 1365|I had always thought that you should never be long at home. 1365|I had also thought that you would never come again. 1365|I was wrong, for I am come, and it is true, 1365|She is calling me from the silent distance, 1365|She has taken me from the fields of the town; 1365|I cannot remember the year, I only know 1365|I come from a certain past, and that brings back 1365|And so I came to you, and I stand 1365|And look into your eyes and find that I'm here! 1365|No, no, I never meant to leave you, 1365|It's only that time has made me old; 1365|And now I am ready to go; 1365|It's enough that she loves me 1365|So that I may find her in the land of the sky! 1365|The night is gathering, the last time I shall be going,-- 1365|The last night before before sunset. 1365|There's a voice from the east: 1365|O, wait but this night longer, 1365|For the gray morn soon will break. 1365|The next day after the sun, 1365|And the clouds are black everywhere; 1365|The next day and the next, and the night will follow, 1365|Until the wind and the night shall separate! 1365|The west sky glows with light, 1365|But my heart is growing old; 1365|And a cloud is flying overhead, 1365|Which I fear will bring me soon to pain. 1365|O how can I go on in the city? 1365|The people come every day to gaze at me, 1365|Yet I cannot look at them, for the years 1365|Have swallowed them all up in their houses; 1365|In the street I meet strangers and walk round them, 1365|But my footsteps cannot turn the tideless marble 1365|Which goes round and round in the hollow of my feet. 1365|As a child I have followed with eyes wide open, 1365|But now in my heart it says in words more dark, 1365|I have grown so old that I cannot look upon the sky; 1365|My feet are too heavy for to run about, 1365|And I am worn out with all this haste and this pain! 1365|When I was a lad of twelve, 1365|All the days, the hours, were bright, 1365|Bright as a spring-day day; 1365|The brooks and the rivers ran, 1365|As clear as their music is, 1365|As soft as their waves on the shore, 1365|And the old earth seemed to sing, 1365|In the silence of summer noon. 1365|I was all that is now, 1365|A boy, a boy adored, ======================================== SAMPLE 22830 ======================================== 1054|The king's son o' Naith, ae king's son, 1054|Gat hyt us both and gave us a hen, 1054|Which he gat me on a time for my sonn, 1054|Wi' my good ladye, the fairest of women; 1054|Till he o'er her had mown the lea sow her lane. 1054|Ae morn as it fell, before the sun, 1054|As mixt wi' our o'er-mounting mists, 1054|Our oaks and our hazel oak-boughs green, 1054|We saw them a-frock the burn, 1054|Whare we might have seen the king's son, 1054|The lordly Earl of Dandenun; 1054|The wind was fair and the cloudts o' air, 1054|But the king's son he thought they were fierce, 1054|And he wist na what was to befall us! 1054|Byron's Waking. 1054|Ae morning as the sun was rising, 1054|For weary sleep, at eve, I lay, 1054|And dreamt I hear a bounding pipe, 1054|I dreamt I saw the kirk appear 1054|And the king's son rode in before. 1054|The kirk was of an heathy face, 1054|Auld lang syne had taken it down, 1054|And I had thought by some strange chance, 1054|Because it was so late in spring, 1054|I never would to my rewarde come, 1054|But now we were in great joy, 1054|That my ladye had a son, 1054|A princely youth of heathy mien. 1054|His father had been slain, and we 1054|Had beene his wedded wife. 1054|He would ne'er go into land, 1054|For he thought it were a bale. 1054|I prayd his father he would stay, 1054|And abide with us frae May, 1054|That he might no be a bale; 1054|And then his sire and he would stay 1054|That they might neuer gang awa. 1054|But he had promised before, 1054|He would no go to battle, 1054|But serve us the remainder o't 1054|That our fine young soldiers made. 1054|"A man with a white hand," I said, 1054|"And a red hand, I trow, 1054|To serve our royal person, 1054|That he could neither flee nor hide." 1054|I wish that my fortune had baith such 1054|An end and end as his was, 1054|But in the king's son when I say't, 1054|We are all fain to ride. 1054|O wha can ride on a horse, 1054|Without a rider gude? 1054|The king's son that's riding it can, 1054|He a red hand can please; 1054|And, what 's the matter? he can kiss, 1054|He can drink, and be a king. 1054|I'll ride on a horse, 1054|And ride as fast as I can: 1054|And then they'll give me a green gown, 1054|To be the King's son that is 1054|My ladye's son, and my own. 1054|The King's Son that's riding, 1054|My ladye's son, and mine, 1054|Let neither rain, nor sun, nor storm, 1054|Nor winter be in thy way: 1054|Nor ever, till that time be come, 1054|Bring in the sword in thine hand. 1054|Come ride on a horse, 1054|I'll ride as fast as I can: 1054|Come ride on a horse, 1054|I'll ride on a horse alone. 1054|But the day that's come for sleep, 1054|The King's Son that's riding, 1054|Should never waken on his eyes, 1054|But rest till this morn of day.] 1054|The king's son that waken, 1054|Came ride on the horse, 1054|In his armour of finest grain, 1054|And on his ======================================== SAMPLE 22840 ======================================== 18500|She'll ne'er forget, but soon forget! 18500|As you are a _Gentleman_, 18500|So a _Lady_ you'll be; 18500|For a _Gentleman_ you are not so-- 18500|No, and never can be! 18500|How blest the man who ever was! 18500|How blest his friends are confin'd! 18500|How blest the _Gentleman_ and _Lady_! 18500|With what delight they meet here, 18500|What pleasure they are sure to meet 18500|In this sacred haven-hall; 18500|The _Gentleman's_ friends they'll miss not, 18500|His _Lady's_ friends they'll meet again! 18500|O that there was a _Lady_, 18500|As fair and bright as she's be; 18500|So gay as she is, too bright, 18500|And as good as she's fair! 18500|But alas! no such is her, 18500|Nor so fair, nor so bright, 18500|As this my _Gentleman_, 18500|No, nor as gay; 18500|But a bad, bad Bishop; 18500|Who preaches at low Masses, 18500|Mingles his flock before them, 18500|And in the pew he sings, 18500|The while they dratin' fast. 18500|The Lord be praised for ever, 18500|For ever, as it is; 18500|And till that day be ever 18500|His name benificient! 18500|For ever, as it is. 18500|In summer and in winter, 18500|When my pipe is play'd so well, 18500|And in the dewy mornings 18500|The daffodils and violets 18500|Are floating by my weary, 18500|It joyes me mine own self 18500|To linger in my garden, 18500|While all the world doth somwhat 18500|Despise my simple state, 18500|And do me malice spread, 18500|And malefactors small. 18500|It is not for the winds to vex me,-- 18500|If jocund be my thought and mine, 18500|And my pipe do bold and blythe abroad me, 18500|As it was in the days of old: 18500|But, for the tane, and the merry dance, 18500|The sage and eloquent of yore, 18500|That e'er it pleas'd the sons of earth, 18500|My muse, my good Sir Thomas, must come near me. 18500|He was a Briton blithe and gay, 18500|He knew a country blithe and gay: 18500|He dwelt among the Highlands strong 18500|In peace and plenty and good report. 18500|The British Commonwealth, by birth, 18500|Of Scotch mother beg, he knew, 18500|And bred in Brittany true, 18500|Till, at high age, the Scotch refused. 18500|He fled a slave in Stygian water, 18500|With blood of noble Macassar; 18500|And sailed, in days of ancient date, 18500|To Britain's never-dying day . . . 18500|"I came the last of all my race, 18500|And came to be another's mate; 18500|To make an honest grave of Scots, 18500|And find a wife to love me yet. 18500|"I never spake a word of strife, 18500|I lived as merry as the wind, 18500|And thought, if I was good I knew, 18500|I'd never call her 'Good Night'! 18500|"I never cried aloud for strife, 18500|I wished no man a sordid wife; 18500|And should not wish an unhonoured grave, 18500|I'd live apart from day to day! 18500|"My brothers call me a rebel, 18500|I call them rogues and slaves; 18500|But every Scot that's trod this land, 18500|That calls me freemen 'tis a deed, 18500|I 've seen in every human eye, 18500|That speaks in deed, or word, or tear! 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 22850 ======================================== 1280|So good are the little, and so little the big. 1280|Yet I think I need not fear, 1280|For I've grown up in poverty-- 1280|My father was a brigand, 1280|My mother a runaway. 1280|And that's what I've heard and seen 1280|From the news of my father, 1280|And my brother--I've forgotten him, 1280|But we never had quarrels-- 1280|He would go in at the fire 1280|To blow up the embers 1280|That were on the hearth to burn me. 1280|If a man comes home drunkard, 1280|I've heard the truth from him; 1280|If he was a poor drab one, 1280|It is too hard to tell. 1280|But if he was rich and wild 1280|Who is to blame? 1280|Who knows who's to blame? 1280|It is too much I need say; 1280|I was too happy 1280|Where I've been. 1280|The farm is gone, 1280|My mother, the farmhouse; 1280|The fields are gone, 1280|The hayfield gone down, 1280|My sister and myself, 1280|To make more beds for the boys 1280|At the school. 1280|I could never win 1280|Though I'd lived without 1280|The money offered 1280|For her and her husband. 1280|What of the children? 1280|How should they fare 1280|Under an alien's sway? 1280|We've seen our share 1280|Of little good 1280|Under alien rule. 1280|The children, how should they know? 1280|How should they know 1280|That they are 1280|Under an alien's sway? 1280|My mother and me 1280|We'd had, of course, plenty; 1280|And she was a rich woman 1280|And father 1280|Was young and a good man, 1280|And they raised the children, 1280|And left us our children. 1280|And here's another story. 1280|And here's another story. 1280|Oh, here's a story 1280|About a boy named Robert, 1280|And the money he got. 1280|And here's a story 1280|About a girl named Anne, 1280|And the children 1280|That she brought to her. 1280|And here's another one 1280|About a little boy Harry. 1280|And here's another 1280|About a little old man. 1280|When I was a little boy 1280|I left my mother's house 1280|And came to live with you and your wife. 1280|With a horse, and a horse's head, 1280|And nothing else, but yourself, 1280|You took me to the barn 1280|When the cows were grazing at dawn. 1280|I saw the first cow, 1280|I saw the first cow, 1280|And wondered what it could be. 1280|At her first waking dream 1280|I heard, inaudibly, 1280|The voice of a girl that looked at me, 1280|It carried the morning light 1280|And helped me sleep so soundly. 1280|But all you asked was for one little hand, 1280|'Twould have been the grandest gig, 1280|So now you have it, 1280|And I'm really sorry. 1280|They took my baby in-- 1280|And that was years ago, 1280|The cows came on at last, 1280|And they fed the children then, 1280|With milk they did this day, 1280|And the girls in front of them 1280|Came up at midnight 1280|To play the maids with us 1280|With a little song and dance 1280|And a jolly time; 1280|And you can hear it through the door 1280|And when you come down at the end of the day. 1280|Oh, the farmhouse that I grew up in 1280|Was very far from the city, 1280|It was made of sand and clay 1280|And I learned to drill and till ======================================== SAMPLE 22860 ======================================== 21009|His wife and daughters all are gone; 21009|And the boy who stood to guard him there, 21009|Has gone to his final rest, alas; 21009|The day that he was born, and so dear, 21009|He would gladly rejoice and forget. 21019|A few more years, my little volume, 21019|Thy task is done, thy pages are smeared, 21019|And thy last title page is signed 21019|By the artist who loved what thou didst. 21019|Be content, and do not lament! 21019|The past is only dust to-day; 21019|The future lies beyond the way, 21019|And what is past is past forever. 21019|The past is gone, and with it go 21019|The dreams and the visions of youth; 21019|The future with its thousand toils 21019|Is to-day a part of the past. 21019|All wept in frenzied wonderment, 21019|As bards who never saw the like; 21019|While every leaf that grew a-flower 21019|And every thread that twined a rhyme 21019|Thrice vowed in each other's ear, 21019|The little poet was forgot. 21019|He rose in verse with other fires 21019|Than any of these days know; 21019|He wrote the ditty in the shade, 21019|And sang it as the dutiful maid, 21019|Gathers her wimple-duster now. 21019|And while the world was singing, alas! 21019|He sang his song that all might hear; 21019|And so the hour flew on when each 21019|The last of the little poet fell. 21019|I heard the little children singing, 21019|In the garden-close in the dawn, 21019|And when I caught the first low word, 21019|To catch the second, I cried "Farewell!" 21019|And they--the young ones--went on to sing. 21019|The little girls they held their pipes to heaven, 21019|And the little boys they blew the same, 21019|And the little singer "A Farewell," he thought, 21019|As he walked down the shining sky-- 21019|"Farewell, my Father's, my mother's, mine!" 21019|A song of peace to earth, and a song of peace to air, 21019|A peace that never shall be again, 21019|But if a little child should ask and hear 21019|A passage on the wings of wind, 21019|Would cry and murmur to the stars above,-- 21019|I'd weep a little child beside. 21019|A lullaby of dreary silence is the way 21019|To make life dear, but this one little child 21019|Can find sweet lullabies of peace 21019|When the night-wind, falling from the sea, 21019|Comes sighing from the wood; 21019|And whispering softly by the window stone, 21019|It will say the same of me. 21019|A little song of peace he sings; 21019|And when he's through with the little burden song 21019|Then, too, I know that he will sing. 21019|He will be gay and happy and free; 21019|He will be so merry and gay, 21019|Oh, so merry and gay, 21019|That I've seen him sit, in the wind and rain, 21019|And sing his song of peace. 21019|When Winter, his dark task forbidding, 21019|Has kept his breath for weeks and weeks, 21019|And the snow-drifts hide the brooks and rivers, 21019|With his little song of peace. 21019|When Autumn, with her gorgeous leaves, 21019|Has kissed the brows of the rose down, 21019|And the soft wind sighs to hear her voice 21019|That sobs for the little song of peace. 21019|When the Summer with her green garments, 21019|Has kissed the face of the lily down, 21019|And the snow-flakes fall on sleep and tears, 21019|And the tears are like her little prayer. 21019|When the Autumn, with her mighty tears, 21019|Has told her sorrowing story 21019|To that little song of ======================================== SAMPLE 22870 ======================================== 29358|Thou shalt not be contented: but must fain 29358|Make conquest of the sons of Troy, till now 29358|All men of Troy have been unto me given 29358|The victor's spoils." 29358|So while with tears, and deep-drawn sobs of woe, 29358|I called him forth, and my sweet mother's voice 29358|Filled me anew: she said unto me sore, 29358|"Fool! I will now go with thee, with thy hands 29358|Haste forth, and fetch the prize there, whom thou wouldst have 29358|For thy dear life." 29358|Nought said she, nor more was spoken aught, 29358|But forth she steps and down the passage sped 29358|To Priam's house; the sons of Priam all 29358|Go back and wail for me; and I myself 29358|Dread up the doom with all my soul; for he 29358|Who takes my prize shall be the victor's meed. 29358|The rest do weep and moan for me, and send 29358|Their gifts within the city walls of Troy, 29358|And in the temple and the citadel within 29358|Swell my deep wail; but I with words upbraid 29358|The gods against our foes who brought me to birth: 29358|"O ye whose heart and speech are made of stone! 29358|Ye sons of Priam: whither wend your hands, 29358|Doth any man desire to set his foot within 29358|The city walls? or is there need thereof now 29358|Of Trojan aid, to save the city folk, 29358|For all the walls and ramparts from the foe 29358|Are beaten to a shell by Priam's might? 29358|Lo! what he takes! that man himself in war 29358|Is captive; and the very sons of Troy 29358|Are captive, and of freedom no more the prize. 29358|Ah! no such words in any of the Greeks 29358|Rarelier befit a man of lofty mind. 29358|But come; with us abide here till my hand 29358|Has wrought in haste a work so wise and fair." 29358|I left her weeping, and did forth my steps, 29358|And I with joy in spirit met the host. 29358|With face a-flame for deed and word, the King 29358|Wroth that my work was worthy, and did smite 29358|To tear them from the rampart; therewithal 29358|Fell he himself amidst the thickest squad 29358|Of spears and shafts, and there the shield of gold, 29358|Taken there in piteous sight by me. 29358|But I, whose heart was still for me to take 29358|The prize himself, with hands and feet outstretched, 29358|To him was gracious greeting, and in guise 29358|Alone of him he bowed, and spake, and said: 29358|"O King, what is thy will with great Achilles' 29358|The son of Peleus, who is long time of yore? 29358|Let come what will, and let us all with him 29358|Make battle-ground; I pray thee, let it be 29358|For thee the end of all these things, for me 29358|And all thy folk, and all the Trojan land, 29358|That I by this fair deed have not the tear 29358|Of bitter joy. If thou to me the deed 29358|Betimes to do on all thy realms mayst see, 29358|This is no great gift unto any man: 29358|What deed, O King, shall be of mighty me; 29358|And for my sake let Zeus and all the Gods 29358|Abide mid thine house and in thy might." 29358|He spake and smote the wall with might, and shook 29358|The mighty walls abroad. The gates flew open 29358|And down to land it ran, and all the sea 29358|And all the windy islands gave to them 29358|Their waters and their woods. Then had they fought 29358|E'en on the eve of battle with the sea, 29358|And seen the time as yet of great defeat. 29358|Then in he went on foot, and in his hand 29358|The brazen helm ======================================== SAMPLE 22880 ======================================== A great, vast wave that flows, 42299|And beats upon the shore 42299|Is still more mighty still; 42299|Yet with an awful roar, to make 42299|Some trembling wanderer stay. 42299|It is a thing sublimely sweet 42299|And glorious to be gay, 42299|To look--and be the fairest one 42299|That ever gazed a man. 42299|--Such was the scene I ne'er could see! 42299|There stood an aged man, 42299|Who, while his eyes do' live within, 42299|In such a form and mien 42299|As in his time was ne'er possest, 42299|Was truly excellent. 42299|His head was grim and grim- 42299|As some of these are found; 42299|And, in a voice that made me sigh, 42299|Said 'Well, _Duck_, what are you worth? 42299|And 'Twas then he turn'd to me, 42299|And said, 'Thou _Owlet_, I have brought 42299|From _Gawker_ for my book; 42299|You are my book, and you may own 42299|The same I own myself.' 42299|I said, 'How like thee art thou, Sir, 42299|I've nothing else to read, 42299|My reading is so full of fears, 42299|It takes my rest to keep; 42299|But I can tell you, like thee, 42299|It's all the truth and none of lies 42299|That in my heart doth lie; 42299|For when thou dost talk of the sun 42299|Thou think'st my thoughts to follow 42299|Thy own in wandering, Sir, 42299|When thou art not at all beside, 42299|Like one that's lost a friend: 42299|But I confess, that I 're in haste 42299|To tell the _Pigeons_ that I see 42299|In that far distant isle, 42299|Where, as my master tells me, the _Wanderer_ 42299|In all his pomp and glory is, 42299|And says that when it's time to sail, 42299|To come again 't will meet the _Eagle_. 42299|But what were you to do, the wise one, 42299|Unless by this same port you can, 42299|And say, as he did then, 'Good-by!' 42299|Or you can't be readier to behold 42299|Than dame the _Duck_ to be above 42299|With a _Pigeon_ to greet her on her way 42299|Of her long journey home? 42299|'Tis time, the master said, I thought 42299|That we should leave the island so, 42299|And with a few short hours' pause, 42299|To make a stop at _Gow,' as we must, 42299|That we some day might meet again. 42299|It was not that we were very fond 42299|Of this so happy island here, 42299|But the wind was blowing east, 42299|And from its own strong southern line 42299|It seemed that we might not be there 42299|All the long winter day! 42299|When, on the sea-shore, we would stand 42299|And watch its waves and clouds too clear, 42299|Or at this very same port 42299|Would watch our _Duck's_ white wings beat 42299|The black spray as it flew by. 42299|But no winds were blowing now; 42299|The tempests had been hushed in sleep, 42299|When all at once the wind did blow 42299|Like a full-mouthed tempest-blast: 42299|At a single cry our sails 42299|Were torn asunder; yet as loud 42299|We shouted, 'Good-by to all! 42299|And, God preserve us, never, never 42299|Will be our own again,' 42299|And, with a light sigh, I said, 42299|'Good-by to you, your kind regards, 42299|And a good, long stay at Ham; 42299|For we will hence to _Newgate_ 42299|With an eagle that's quite at home.' ======================================== SAMPLE 22890 ======================================== 16376|The poet, that he could, 16376|Fame's child, whose name is "Madden." 16376|His blood, through all the long years 16376|To the end of time's short years, 16376|Still in its proper form displays 16376|His name and blood in his youth. 16376|We, not in dreams, were he, 16376|His soul's immobility 16376|Doubly to our own denied, 16376|In this life's succession led. 16376|Ours in the years to be! 16376|That word "therefore" in the heart. 16376|"Therefore" it shall stand 16376|And say what so great a thing can." 16376|We, not in dreams, were he, 16376|His soul's immobility 16376|Doubly to our own denied, 16376|In this life's succession led. 16376|He must keep ever, there, 16376|In thoughts that come and go, 16376|For us, his soul's end and prime, 16376|The promise, the guide, his pen. 16376|And, what he can, he must, 16376|Though now a child in years, 16376|In words of love and fame; 16376|And as,--with all his powers,-- 16376|He strives to make us all 16376|Believe he has the truth, 16376|In words we cannot tell; 16376|Thus, in that soul of fire, 16376|We will nevermore forget 16376|The will it felt, the power, 16376|When words,--in dreams, in nothing-atoms, 16376|Of him, and of his art, 16376|Could touch us with more beauty, or more fire 16376|Than all our words can do, 16376|Are that we ever heard. 16376|It is the spirit that has not ceased, that stays, 16376|To live on, still in its own frail state; 16376|And as it does these things, there must be souls, 16376|That touch, to pain, the deathless elements; 16376|And, here--where--of what? I dare not ask; 16376|The very thought of such makes dark 16376|All that's blue, and yet--in what way? 16376|Why "therefore," or "ought," or "morefore," "might,"-- 16376|Why "forefore," if for no end? 16376|Why "before," if naught but storms and strife 16376|Are now to keep us from an end? 16376|God, it is strange of God that things can be; 16376|Yet if things are, there's something surely grand; 16376|'Tis worth a doubt whether things be best. 16376|And as for "therefore," or "ought," or "morefore," or 16376|"might," it does not much matter!-- 16376|'Twere better, if 'twere worth a doubt, 16376|That nothing should be, or more or less, 16376|'Tis something grand that--can not be. 16376|Oh, the thought of this life's four parts-- 16376|Of "If," of "Now," of "When," of "And": 16376|The little, blunders, small as seeds, 16376|Or larger, where the gods were bade 16376|To take an end; 16376|The little, blunders, in the air, 16376|In the sun, or in the moon, 16376|Or by the blowing of the gale, 16376|Or in the falling of a cloud; 16376|The little, blunders, blown or lost, 16376|Or in the black, or in the gray, 16376|Or in the black in God if Gods be, 16376|Beside, somewhere,--oh, where am I? 16376|Out of the mire where no man knows! 16376|And just where, as one might tell, 16376|The little, blunders,--maybe here. 16376|_"How came the man to be alive?"_ 16376|What is he doing now? 16376|What knows his being or his lot? 16376|How does he plan or scheme? 16376|"There is no telling!--I am but ======================================== SAMPLE 22900 ======================================== 25794|"What's that? A firebrand! Go fetch it here! 25794|Go fetch its head and iron case here, 25794|And take them up with you back here by night; 25794|But this--oh, this--for this will do you good!" 25794|Then there was silence in the village, 25794|And when the village came again, 25794|The headstone in the churchyard stood, 25794|The iron case was not there. 25794|So from the church the children searched, 25794|And brought the iron case to light, 25794|And in the porch the axe they placed, 25794|The grave stone here below it stands. 25794|When all this was disclosed, the father 25794|Went home in triumph by the way, 25794|Proud with his prize with all his treasure, 25794|Bringing this gift to his daughter dear;-- 25794|And then the old man bowed before Zeus, 25794|And bended his white shoulders toward the east; 25794|And as he bowed and bended his shoulder, 25794|His golden locks all shaded by gold, 25794|A new moon rose around a swan, 25794|And all the gods and heroes came to see. 25794|What other child than he can read and write, 25794|Form words into words, and in his boyhood 25794|Form words again, and still in youth pursue 25794|The quest which leads him from the road to seek, 25794|And through his boyhood make his friend and guide? 25794|So here, while gazing on his image, 25794|The elder boy is learning to write, 25794|While the youngest, seated by his side, 25794|Read, writing, many pages through his rhymes, 25794|Pursuing still his long-settled dream, 25794|That so, some day, at least, he may 25794|And his bright pen follow where he will, 25794|And, like a swan, with his own hand fashion 25794|A bird and the bird's plumage fine; 25794|And all the gods and heroes who have visited 25794|This land of Greece and Arcady 25794|Will hail with praise the son of Arcady. 25794|O, many a bird and flower have flown 25794|Over the fields and passed away; 25794|But never didst thou make the sun shine 25794|With thy bright eye. And I have seen 25794|Not once or twice in a long summer's day 25794|The sun shine on thy head of white, 25794|Nor on thy shoulders in the night time shed 25794|A single star. And thou hast grown more fair 25794|Than any, bird of the earth, that sings, 25794|Or ever is born, or ever shall be, 25794|To thee. I would be glad when thou art dead-- 25794|When thou art dead--if thou were come again 25794|To live with me, and if I were 25794|More fair and wise than now the child I love 25794|Is; but if thou wouldst go with me, thou 25794|Must take thy wings and fly. So shall I be 25794|The winged one that loves thee best, 25794|And have a new beauty in my arms, 25794|And shall abide with thee at home. 25794|And if I loved thee not for new-born things, 25794|Which thou hast seen, or forgotten; 25794|Or if I made for thee a new life 25794|Of thine own making,--should it matter? 25794|I will forget thee, and my wings thou may'st kiss 25794|The love of old, the love of good old days. 25794|And so be happy, for the time is ripe, 25794|Thou hast not found the thing thou wishest, 25794|And thou hast found the thing thou wishest. 25794|So, the day dawns--the day I shall go. 25794|I can not find the man I seek. 25794|The land thou camest to was old before, 25794|The home I camest to was old before, 25794|The man I've sought in Arcady, 25794|The father, the sire, the brother, the sister, 25794|And all the dear ones thou hast seen ======================================== SAMPLE 22910 ======================================== 1280|"The day is done; the night winds come; 1280|And I am ready for the end!" 1280|So they passed to where the lights began. 1280|Now at a quarter to the watchman's bell, 1280|I turned to see the first thing that flashed, 1280|As the night breeze and the night-flower grew 1280|Like two united swords above his head. 1280|The night-wind and the night-flower grew 1280|Like two united swords above his head. 1280|The watchman at the bell had his finger 1280|Stroked off one by one--for he wished to stop 1280|Some others from standing up. He could not bring 1280|His head from under it. I am not clear. 1280|He stood; but when he turned his face to me, 1280|The light fell o'er him. 1280|I cannot tell why; the day's end was so near, 1280|The night so heavy, so bright, 1280|It seemed to me that the watchman saw it there. 1280|A sudden light on the hillside; then 1280|A sudden stillness. At that moment I 1280|Seemed to be floating down a deep and white abyss 1280|Of silence, where the hills, like great lindens 1280|Grown old or dying from the soil, stood silent with a 1280|darkness 1280|Only to catch the green 1280|In the far distance with two fingers. 1280|The hills rose slowly; a sudden sharp crunch, then 1280|a steady tremor, 1280|And there was a sound as of water breaking. 1280|The tremor grew to a low moaning of forest trees, 1280|That came from far; and the trees grew tall 1280|With a great silence, as if all this silence 1280|Were the first sound after a long year's silence 1280|Asleep to death. 1280|Then I sank into a deep and still sleep. 1280|The watchman's hand went up my neck, and I heard 1280|The ringing of the bell, 1280|And it struck through the light, and the night was 1280|filled with a stillness as though it had been 1280|not the day, 1280|But as if ages had passed over the hills, 1280|And never a breath had rushed through them, and never a leaf 1280|Dashed from a tree, leaf, stalk, or leaflet. 1280|But there was an end of the night as it had been-- 1280|And the morning was still. 1280|They brought to me a letter of which I 1280|Could have read the whole of the following day. 1280|A very fine and very revealing letter, and I 1280|Have seen it before. 1280|My heart went out to their families. My heart 1280|went out to the dead. 1280|That's how, then, I read 1280|The letter that I had looked at so many times. 1280|And it seemed to me 1280|The dead were buried in that letter.... 1280|I read it. 1280|I cannot say how it hurt me; I cannot say 1280|If it made me sad or happy; only that 1280|It hurt me a little. 1280|I read again the letter. 1280|But what it told me I knew. 1280|The morning comes: the woods are bare, the 1280|wild-brier clump that leans at my feet. 1280|The sky is clouded and gray, the river 1280|breaks itering about it like a sword 1280|When it dips into the stream. 1280|As I look around me, the black earth 1280|looks up to me through the gray sky, 1280|And the deep old oak tree that grows on it 1280|speeds away like an antelope. 1280|The sky is gray and clouded and filled with 1280|shady air wafted upward 1280|by the wind. 1280|And the bush of wild briers that stand 1280|in the way of the sun on the grass 1280|grows black and overgrown before me with 1280|roots that curl and crawl in the grasses, 1280|growing over roots and burrs. ======================================== SAMPLE 22920 ======================================== May I not be glad 29378|At the smile of my dear, 29378|Because her face is so sweet, 29378|With her hair of snow and rose? 29378|And yet 'tis but a very poor disguise for this pretty, 29378|beautiful woman, 29378|To be with me in the pleasant days of June, when 29378|the sunshine is shining over 29378|meadows that are so green and clear, 29378|In a little house with a garden thickly planted 29378|with flowers from the fairies' land, 29378|And the green of the elm tree and the bramble bush all 29378|hiding in the branches, but the white and the cream 29378|is a bit of a surprise to see; 29378|The trees in the meadow and the woodland and the hill 29378|are all so very tall, 29378|And the house, oh, the house is so tall and quaint, 29378|with the door so straight and tall, 29378|And the windows are so large and the shade of the 29378|tree and all the sweet-smelling bushes 29378|are all in the little shade. 29378|The sun is just breaking out of the sea; how long do 29378|you think it will be? 29378|Oh, when shall be time for me to go over to my new 29378|house? 29378|There's many a path to seek 29378|But that little house won't hurt, 29378|And the sunflowers are glad when I come over to stay 29378|with me there. 29378|_I've got a house and garden, and a bit of a field where 29378|plenty of grass grows between;_ 29378|_And I'm the lord of a farm and a lane,_ 29378|_There's a sheepfold and a little hamlet,_ 29378|_A little house, a little garden, _and it's long ago_, 29378|_In a little house where no one's sure,_ 29378|_And where the grass is so green and so still._ 29378|I'm the lord of a farm and a lane, 29378|In a little house that I'm calling my own, 29378|And the road it's long ago 29378|A bit of a bit of pasture's all my own 29378|And it's long ago, yonder, yonder yonder, yonder 29378|And there's many a path to seek, 29378|But this will bring me to the door-first door 29378|Of the little house with a little gate, 29378|And I know that, yonder, yonder yonder, yonder 29378|_Come, draw the latch;_ 29378|_Come, sit down;_ 29378|_Come, shut the door;_ 29378|_Here's the fire;_ 29378|_Come, listen to my story;_ 29378|_If you can bear to hear,_ 29378|_There's no tale to tell_ 29378|_In the world that's old enough_ 29378|_To need repeating now_ 29378|A little house with a door, 29378|And a sheepfold and a lane. 29378|One sunny morning in June, 29378|The children all were out, 29378|Only Ed and George stayed at home, 29378|Beside the flowery bank. 29378|They saw the little brook come out 29378|With water drop by drop, 29378|A-wading in the sunny weather, 29378|A-wading till it came to here. 29378|Now by this brook was a little brook, 29378|Walking about and dashing through 29378|To where the little stones did go, 29378|And where the little birds did go, 29378|And where the honey bee did go. 29378|The flowers in the meadow-land 29378|Had names as below you hear; 29378|The little brook came running by, 29378|And beat the little brook, 29378|Till it was beaten right away. 29378|A farmer came up from Egg-nog 29378|To see the little brook flow; 29378|He saw the little brook, and said, 29378|"Oh, let it trickle down!" 29378 ======================================== SAMPLE 22930 ======================================== 1304|But, ah! alas! my heart is broken! 1304|And this night's misery is all my own: 1304|The poor unhappy maids that wander in 1304|By night, where no one save the light wind blows. 1304|The lonesome wood, that heard 1304|Its only offspring weep, 1304|Till pity kindled their kindness; 1304|I hear its offspring weep-- 1304|I see them lie in childless plight! 1304|I saw them go from me; 1304|They knew not pity, though they knew me. 1304|How is the world against thee, 1304|Poor prisoner? 1304|It beats upon thee, beats upon thee, 1304|With sounds oppressive, 1304|Thy fetters gnaw aloud 1304|Thy fetters, enragèd are: 1304|Oh, prisoner, how is the world against thee-- 1304|And the prison-gates? 1304|And the night closing round thy bar 1304|Make dim thy eye-sight, and thy hand 1304|Are plaster-scraps, 1304|And the bright walls blot out thy soul 1304|'Gainst the prison-groan. 1304|Where is that light, that life, that light 1304|That made the sky above thy head, 1304|'Neath the gaunt tree-trunk, 1304|And the wind-worn rafters? 1304|O, with it was the light of heaven, 1304|The life of heaven in that night-dew! 1304|But thy hand is gone. 1304|Thy pale hand is gone, 1304|Thy hand hath no life in it, 1304|No life to give or take; 1304|Thou seest not how it fares, 1304|A thing apart, 1304|A thing which is not even dead, 1304|With all its will. 1304|Where is the light, that made thy life, 1304|Thy song, thy love so sweet? 1304|In the forest-height, 1304|Or the gloom of thy cell, 1304|Whose boughs are like a funeral shroud, 1304|Round which the wild flowers weep? 1304|Or in the lonely grave, 1304|Whose dead leaves none cover, 1304|Thy pale and hairless form, 1304|And face which none bewray? 1304|Or in thy grave, dark cell, 1304|And in thy mute despair, 1304|Thou, prison-entered, and died. 1304|I have heard thy piteous moan, 1304|Thy trembling hands, and drear prayer! 1304|The grave is near, and far away, 1304|'Neath the dark sky; 1304|And, O Prisoner strong, 1304|The hand of God I lift, 1304|To keep thee safe from harm, 1304|While day and night shall sleep. 1304|I have seen thy face aglow 1304|With the shame and poison bright, 1304|That filled the sinful world 1304|With sin, and made it blind; 1304|And now I see thy sad 1304|And agonized eyes! 1304|Thy cell is dark and strong! 1304|Far, far away, 1304|From the holy place, 1304|Where Jesus' body lay, 1304|Tyrant and priest-- 1304|All of them in hell dark, 1304|And all in chains! 1304|I HAVE heard thy weeping lips, 1304|Through the sad centuries past, 1304|With thy weeping tears, 1304|And now I see thee, once more, 1304|At the foot of thy Tomb. 1304|And, O Death, with thy cold brow 1304|Who stooped above thy dead, 1304|Didst thou, for ever, smile 1304|In mercy on the poor? 1304|Was it the wind from the north, 1304|Drifting the ashes from thy hearth? 1304|Did God give thee the gift, 1304|From the dark death-grapple, 1304|Of the broken chain 1304|Which the Soul would fain unbind? 1304|Was it a hand unfelt ======================================== SAMPLE 22940 ======================================== 1280|My God, to have the good of both 1280|Befit the one! 1280|And to see him come and go 1280|And to behold him once again 1280|And at an evening feast 1280|And to take him by the hand 1280|And to say, "You saved my life 1280|I know, though I am not there 1280|And to give him thanks at last 1280|And to say "We are all right" 1280|When he goes out to pasture or 1280|The house at four-o'clock. 1280|THE sun rose in the west. 1280|My horse was full of sleep 1280|And my heart beat warm and fast 1280|Because of the morning ray. 1280|I had no thought, I 1280|But the light was coming on 1280|And my horse wanted rest. 1280|And the sun rose, and the grass swelled, 1280|The hills were green! 1280|The sun rose in the west. 1280|THE light and sleep had come 1280|At an evening feast 1280|And I had no thought, I 1280|Except the change of light 1280|And my horse was full of sleep. 1280|And through the darkness 1280|The sun rose in the west. 1280|HE stood and gazed out on the ocean, 1280|The glitter of it and the spray of it: 1280|His head 1280|Was bowed, his eye was dimly closed, 1280|And it was dark and dark and dark. 1280|He was a sailor in the fleet of the United States, 1280|and was an experienced skipper on the ocean. 1280|He heard the sound of it every day, 1280|He looked to the west 1280|And saw all kinds of ships 1280|And saw them flying back to the land, 1280|But he saw none that he recognized. 1280|He did not know who had been on the beach 1280|That day or who or why 1280|He looked out of window to east, 1280|And saw the same things he had seen 1280|Over and over again. 1280|He saw no one and had no name, 1280|He knew not where he was or what he was. 1280|When he was alone, 1280|There was no sound of music 1280|In the air 1280|On the grass 1280|Or the flowers, 1280|At the mouth 1280|Or anywhere 1280|And no one to answer for him. 1280|But the wind on his brow 1280|Was blowing and blowing 1280|And his white hair 1280|Was blown in the wind, 1280|And his eyes' eyes 1280|Were blowing and blowing 1280|And his blood, 1280|His blood everywhere 1280|Was flowing over 1280|He felt like nothing in the world 1280|But a dead leaf in the wind, 1280|He would go 1280|And the noise 1280|Of the winds 1280|Would be blown 1280|Back to him in another hour, 1280|And he would be lost 1280|In the darkness 1280|And never heard of again. 1280|He was only a sailor on a fleet 1280|of men, 1280|And he only three days out from home, 1280|With God in his sight, 1280|He could see the light of life 1280|And see death 1280|As a friend, 1280|But the ship 1280|And the coming years 1280|Were all as unknown to him. 1280|He was a sailor in the fleet of the United States, 1280|They came along the sea-shore that lies 1280|Sudden and still, 1280|They broke him with their broadswords, 1280|And he has not come again. 1280|He could leave all his ships in the battle 1280|But he would not have war with us 1280|No more, never, never 1280|For he is going away, 1280|He has known danger, 1280|In the fight 1280|He has only crossed a field. 1280|His sword was a sword of fire, 1280|Fire and death: 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 22950 ======================================== 14018|By thee were men of old, whom thy praise 14018|Might even now remember; 14018|And they, who lived by law and right, 14018|Shall still be dear to us, 14018|And all the past shall be forgiver'd, 14018|And all that's great and noble. 14018|"But ye, your faith the wildness trysting wear, 14018|And you, who have toiled and strive so many a day, 14018|With you may be forgotten, 14018|Like the rest--or like a woman in a night." 14018|He spake--"For the love I bear to Him, 14018|I, who have loved your land, when you are gone, 14018|To the last hill-top turn, 14018|And in silence keep the flame. 14018|"For if my heart, from out the sea's vast depth, 14018|Should loose itself, with one strong, desperate blast, 14018|Thenceforth no more the same, 14018|But through the deep world with one accord 14018|It will bear us on to Heaven." 14018|But the wild winds the high waves wildly fret, 14018|The sea-fowl follows, far and wide, 14018|Their flight is but for one poor night's flight. 14018|At last the sea-child knows 14018|The last, pale pang, alas, of all our flesh." 14018|And in the dark they vanish'd, 14018|Like as a dream of fancy's spell. 14018|And, lo! their ghosts have swept, so slowly on, 14018|To their own haunts in air, 14018|Away--and the old tale's ended. 14018|The wind blows on the sea-cliffs--he sweeps the lea. 14018|O'er the sea-beach his baying pack 14018|Of wolves and tempests bore him down, 14018|Till the waves bound him close to shore. 14018|Then, all amid a forest of pine, 14018|A lonely pilgrim saw him stand, 14018|And with humble song besought his hand; 14018|He gladly took the burden, 14018|And he besought him of the way. 14018|"I go there day by day, 14018|Nor do I see my wife's bower, 14018|Nor do I hope to come at night. 14018|"Lo! what a night!" said the lone pilgrim, 14018|"All round is the moon's pale light; 14018|And on the mountain--ah! I fear-- 14018|Is nought of all my longing-- 14018|Except my bower of love?" 14018|"O!" said the young and blithe pilgrim, 14018|"I go and seek--but not to win 14018|My wife's love to-night-- 14018|For night and day I wander, go! 14018|And when the nightingale sings, 14018|The heart within me answers. 14018|"But when the moon hath her glimmer, 14018|I seek in the dark world's gloom, 14018|And if, when time is all still'd, 14018|I find no bridegroom in the night, 14018|For hope and sleep I perish." 14018|He lifted his dusky shoon, 14018|And in the dim world did explore 14018|And he found him not, so pale 14018|Was he and so lost, his death a woe. 14018|But when the day had worn its ray, 14018|He rose in his bed half-dead, 14018|And through the chamber the wind bore him, 14018|Till the moon shone out, and he came out. 14018|In the moon it was day-- 14018|But on the sea-hespoon he lay 14018|Where the wind in his shoon blew. 14018|"O father, father! I cry! 14018|I wail my life away-- 14018|I love no man so I love-- 14018|All I love is the sea." 14018|The sea-god called on him, 14018|And he arose with heart a-steely-- 14018|"Now let me take thee back, 14018|To my happy bridegrooms nine, 14018| ======================================== SAMPLE 22960 ======================================== 16059|Con mío cielo se había 16059|Cuán sólo mi frente y fué 16059|Añate el cielo de mi mano. 16059|¡Cuán salmorito el día 16059|Que sino á su furor le halla! 16059|No pasa ser, en páramo, 16059|No pasa ser el mísero, 16059|¿Qué es posible á los hombres? 16059|¿Qué es posible las aladas? 16059|Si me olvidando mi boca, 16059|Si me tiene mi afán que se muere? 16059|¡Oh cuán poco no puedo estar! 16059|Si me amada mi afán, 16059|Para que me requiere ya, 16059|Al paso es la infeliz con el cielo, 16059|Pero sería yo el temorido, 16059|Me dió la mano y la aliento. 16059|Yo sabe en el campo de su mirada 16059|Y con su furor la caudillo: 16059|Cada tinieblas desplega: 16059|En la muerte de los infeliz 16059|Y al fin una voz se muere. 16059|Ríe una voz con toslago alcanzado, 16059|Ríe una voz del Cid correr mi golpecido, 16059|Que con qué caras esplendor la bola 16059|Su luz y en los pasos son proestrada. 16059|Esta voz con toslago su afán 16059|Como los ojos desplegando: 16059|Cual vienes de los famos de mi voz 16059|De la muerte de los infeliz. 16059|La noche en mi famoso, del proceso, 16059|Los solitarios, los troncos altan 16059|Se en la alevis del río, 16059|Y al fin sus almas misursán. 16059|En la sombra de tu doña, 16059|Y la sombra de tu sorpreza, 16059|Yo el correr mis ojos 16059|Del sosiego allí correr. 16059|Allí se mira, allí se huma, 16059|Al otro correr la pobre, 16059|Bajó una gran valle cenaña 16059|Cual vienes de la voz del proceso, 16059|Y al fin su esperanza cantaña 16059|Que con el cuello y pejos 16059|En mi castellano desteso. 16059|La infeliz región con monte, 16059|Y dónde la puerta del cielo 16059|El espejo impuro 16059|Que su graçioso una debelde. 16059|El ala de tu nombre, 16059|Pues me sintiendo la vida, 16059|Sintiendo allí su aliento, 16059|Sintiendo allí suamora. 16059|La vida se me tiene 16059|A su cerca infeliz, 16059|Que entre sus almas fuentes 16059|A quien halláis hallar por amor. 16059|El que llaman, la esperanza 16059|Y el ejemplo día 16059|La valla de su mal, 16059|Aunque sea faz descuidada, 16059|Que en un hombre la noche el cielo 16059|Y al fin pasado allí, 16059|Para deje aunque no dicen, 16059|En mi ciudad en el seno 16059|De la boca alevada 16059|Ese ese cantarmente, 16059|Sus la muerte allida 16059|Sus la flor de escombressa. 16059|Mas un barco ======================================== SAMPLE 22970 ======================================== 2558|And the great Queen, a princess, sits 2558|Upon a throne that is red-rose white, 2558|And smiles upon the dusky sands. 2558|And on the throne a coronet is wreathed 2558|Of briers--a golden coronet 2558|Of roses--with flowers that flaunt abroad 2558|Behind the dainty Queen, beneath 2558|Where her fine gown of lightness curves 2558|Her dainty footlights in an arch. 2558|And on her neck there hangs a chain 2558|Of daffodils, a chain of flowers 2558|With buds of holly crowned--the bloom 2558|Of all the lovely hills of Greece! 2558|And all the dainty palace rose, the dainty bowers, 2558|Binding in love's rich raiment bright, 2558|Comes down, with a pleasing air, 2558|To rest upon the delicate wing 2558|That daintily folds it up for sleep. 2558|There in the gilded room and far away 2558|The sea-like decks, and promontory height, 2558|And all the island-land to see-- 2558|The wildwood, the cliffy cliffs, the cliffs with flowers on, 2558|And the blue distant waters--all, and more. 2558|And there she sits in regal state 2558|Upon that antique throne of old, 2558|And views the far-resplendent sky. 2558|She listens to the soothing sea, 2558|Like an imperial voice she hears: 2558|"Thy deep majestic voice I heed, 2558|"And trust his strength--he is my strength; 2558|"In all I do, in all I seem, 2558|"My strength and mine inspiration." 2558|She is a Queen--a monarch queen-- 2558|For she has won the heart of song, 2558|And they have bound her with a chain 2558|So richly wrought 'twill last a year, 2558|And then she fades into the past, and no one knows! 2558|And all the rest?--a poor boy, 2558|Toiling to please his mother, 2558|Toiling to please little sister 2558|Her father's wishes to fulfill. 2558|And then no one can tell!-- 2558|For when in youth and beauty's splendor 2558|He has departed from the scene, 2558|No one heeds its meaning now; 2558|And so, I say, a Queen he seems! 2558|The music-banger has turned him to stone 2558|And not a day goes by but he is laid 2558|In earth's cold lap where he has lain so long, 2558|To rise again and kiss it, and again. 2558|And so, as I sit here, I sit and dream 2558|That I am singing on the old-time shore, 2558|Where the waves that thrill from the Old-Guadaloupe 2558|Flow with the sunshine round the bay. And I see-- 2558|I see, I see--a little child of ten, 2558|And all the world as it has _been_! Oh, how _fair_ 2558|It is beyond belief! My little heart 2558|Is glad that I am still a boy, and proud 2558|That I can still be singing on the shore, 2558|With its beautiful old-time murmurings. 2558|And I may be a bird of song, and fly 2558|Above the clouds from island to island, 2558|And seek the sweetest songs that ever flowed 2558|From the lips o' the softest breath of earth. 2558|I could have many things, but, now, I see 2558|That nothing can be very good and great 2558|Until it _is_, and then that everything 2558|Is little worth that I have not the power 2558|To choose and choose at will. Let it flow, 2558|As it floweth, round me from sea to sea! 2558|So, once for all, I can say that, well-- 2558|While this world is yet in its earliest bloom, 2558|I am an island child of ten! 2558|Now, while I sit and dream, all ======================================== SAMPLE 22980 ======================================== 9889|The day before the rain; the clouds were far behind; 9889|A strange-faced form came by us, and spoke: 9889|"They're on to them!" that was my cry. And, lo, 9889|The morning sky was black, and there was a wail 9889|Of anguish when the rain was here; 9889|And there were many a pang; for they had no fear, 9889|No matter on whose farm they were. 9889|A great cloud rolled from a valley, all in purple 9889|And silver; there, and over us it fell. 9889|The little birds were silent in the thicket; 9889|The flowers were down, by the river's brink, 9889|And the little trees, with their dark berries covered 9889|By leaves--had they no sorrow of May?-- 9889|The night was dank, and the day had come at last, 9889|And still in that strange place my soul was straying 9889|On dreams of the long ago; 9889|But, ah! in those dim, undulant places 9889|There is not a trace of my past-heart's throbbing 9889|When I remember it once again: 9889|And when I think of its many-colored gleam, 9889|Its thunderously dark, it shines so clear, 9889|It seems to me 't were best to die, 9889|And the bright things that I know are not what they seem 9889|Nor worth regretful of the time that passes; 9889|For they are things of earth's making, and should be cherished 9889|And the way for me to pass was clear-- 9889|The way for many to pass, as that day passed by 9889|I saw the rain and the strange shapes of mist 9889|Pursuing the clouds as 't were. 9889|When the day had come, while still the sky was blue, 9889|And a great cloud rolled from a valley, 9889|We came when the night was low to the river 9889|That flowed out of the valley, 9889|And we saw the dark stream's marge a-stretching 9889|Over the dark and the dank, 9889|And the dark stream's marge, and the shadows of lilies 9889|On the hillside at its brink. 9889|A little while we talked, and in silence followed 9889|The steps of our footsteps; 9889|And then the wind blew, and I saw the rain drop over 9889|The leaves of the lilies-- 9889|In vain the wind blew, and all were still, 9889|And the clouds were flying away, 9889|For they thought the day was nigh and the wind was still, 9889|And the trees were leaning, and the streamers, wrenched, 9889|Lay stretched along its bank. 9889|A little while I gazed at the cloud-marge, and thought: 9889|"The time is coming, and the time is gone, 9889|That the flowers must perish, and my soul is turning 9889|On one who has loved with a smile, 9889|And who thought, in truth, to live forever in peace 9889|Beside me, as if it were the hour." 9889|And he was dead, for I'd never seen him since 9889|I left the river bank; 9889|Yet, all I asked of him was to bring my knife 9889|Back from whence it came. 9889|And I had not the heart to say, "My Love for you!" 9889|But I kissed his cold, white, lifeless corpse upon the head, 9889|And then I knew I never would see him more. 9889|It has long been past. My spirit too had moved on, 9889|And the stars had followed me back; 9889|Yet now, though I could count them in thousands, I know 9889|'T was not I who was lying low there by the stream, 9889|I am lying here alone. 9889|My love's a tree and a flower that is found at last, 9889|There's an endless forest of green where my heart's desire 9889|May never be gathered again, 9889|And you and I and the birds who are watching me sit 9889|Under these branches so fair, 9889|The words ======================================== SAMPLE 22990 ======================================== 19385|And his heart's full of sorrow he can not rue: 19385|And his griefs it was to look out of his head 19385|For the morning of his parting with us: 19385|As the tears that welled up in his cheek, 19385|Were an aching spring in his heart of hearts. 19385|O, could he think how much she hath made 19385|Of his dear husband's freedom: 19385|And could he dream--the heart that was light 19385|Of the pride of his rank and station; 19385|How hard a master that to be held 19385|Was, and how far less his duty; 19385|How many a woman's blessing shone 19385|On that life--of labour and labour! 19385|Could he think how many the scars 19385|That he had suffered in service-- 19385|To his husband's honour, and his God! 19385|To be true to him, and to his wife. 19385|Could he think and wait till his time was come, 19385|To come to such a sad and lonely home, 19385|For he might find his love again, 19385|So long as his head was as free! 19385|No word, or glance, or whisper of fear-- 19385|He heard not one--a minute's silence: 19385|But while in his chair he lay, 19385|He heard the heaving of her bosom. 19385|Then rose up to her his reverend head, 19385|And raised his holy hand to heaven, 19385|And clasped her with his living one: 19385|And, in the name of her children dear, 19385|He kissed her with a loving kiss-- 19385|A kiss that hath an echo now, 19385|That hath a word, a name in its heart, 19385|And echoes thro' the centuries! 19385|And he was still as the stillness broke, 19385|When the light breath of her bosom came, 19385|And he saw a brightened fair face, 19385|And his heart was aflame with bliss: 19385|Then with reverend, humble hands, 19385|And gentle accents, he took her 19385|Up from the seat, and he did bind 19385|Her silken brows with his to-morrow. 19385|And he was as proud as the proudest, 19385|When she bid him to "the flowery knoll." 19385|She bade him up to the knoll, 19385|Up from the rivulet--and it was sweet: 19385|"Why then--a mile, a mile, 19385|Is the furthest three miles." 19385|It was pleasant and sunny and blithe-- 19385|For a minute--to each in that place! 19385|Her cheeks were like a ruby lake, 19385|Her chin and her nose were like roses; 19385|Her hair was like the golden sea, 19385|Her brow was as smooth as a naiad. 19385|She had the head of a shepherd, 19385|And the heart of a noble knight; 19385|As the flute of a shepherd's flute 19385|Mingle in the trembling breath of a bird, 19385|Like a rainbow in a fern-grove they met; 19385|Her voice and her smile and her hand; 19385|It was music the wings in the sky to beat, 19385|As she sang the love-songs of love that were told. 19385|My heart is full of sadness, 19385|As I think of yesterday,-- 19385|When I said I was comely, 19385|But I'm come out rather ragged, I'm come out rather ragged, 19385|I have a little white foot, 19385|And a little black hand, 19385|And a little white hat on-- 19385|You see, I left my white hand at home, 19385|And my black was at a show, 19385|And I looked like a hag or a witch in a corner, 19385|And that's the reason I'm come ragged, I come ragged. 19385|To bring the poor people's homes 19385|To the fair ones in the town, 19385|At Christmas-time and Christmas-eve, 19385|I've a little book to read, ======================================== SAMPLE 23000 ======================================== 35402|Where you would see a shadow to be 35402|The shadow of a dream of a woman 35402|Cradled on the deeps of time, 35402|A shadow of what is not, 35402|Or what had never been. 35402|Or a shadow of things that must die 35402|To make me see, 35402|A shadow, as if God had died 35402|To make me see, 35402|A shadow of the end of things, 35402|A shadow of what is done 35402|To make me see, or dream 35402|These days, and then to begin 35402|And see in me. 35402|Where the dark is made of a sky 35402|As old as the hills, 35402|Where the sea, and the stars, and death, 35402|Are one again, 35402|The sea-spray and the stars-fish 35402|Make gold for me. 35402|Where the sea is in the sea-prongs, 35402|Where sand blows breath, 35402|Where the sea-rocks shiver as death, 35402|And the sea-waters run, 35402|I find one life to be more light 35402|For the kiss's sake, 35402|One spirit more strong to make me see 35402|The life that is not lost; 35402|And the sea-spray and the stars-fish 35402|Make silver for me. 35402|But where the sea-spray and the stars-fish 35402|And the sea-waves blow, 35402|There love's lips for death shall make me see, 35402|Where the sea-spray and the stars-fish 35402|Make gold for me. 35402|There love's soul shall be as the sea-spray, 35402|The sea-waves and the sea, 35402|Who make gold for life for the kiss 35402|The soul that is not fled. 35402|For death is life, and life is death: 35402|For life is sweet, and sweet is death; 35402|The sweet is bitter and sharp, 35402|But death is sweet, and death is sweet; 35402|O sweet death-sleep 35402|That has made me poor-- 35402|O sweet life-sleep 35402|That has made me poor! 35402|Where the sea-prongs, and the sea-waves, 35402|The sea-flies blow, 35402|And the sea-banks stir and tremble 35402|With the love-songs mourn, 35402|I see it, seeing it, 35402|As a blind man sees. 35402|Where the sea-flies and the sea-fires 35402|And the tide goes by, 35402|The waves are black and the salt waves 35402|Grow in my throat; 35402|And the sea-spray and the sea-fowls 35402|Are as sweet to drink 35402|As the sea-flies were and the sea-fires, 35402|And death is sweet, to see. 35402|There the heart-sick sea-fowl die 35402|In the salt sea shell; 35402|There am I, and I mourn and I drink 35402|The pain of death. 35402|In the dusk and the dusk-tide, when the night-winds sigh, 35402|With the low moon's silver crest above the sea, 35402|I sit as at a feast to taste the wine of dreams, 35402|Till my dream-blood runs to fill mine ear with sound. 35402|Ah, wine that makes me feyte 35402|Life's bitter and rich youth, 35402|That makes the eyes to glaze, 35402|The lips to cloy with fire 35402|And the heart to leap awake! 35402|Ah, love that makes me bold 35402|And shakes my soul to see 35402|The eyes to glow and fire, 35402|The flesh to burst and fly, 35402|The flesh grown strong with blood. 35402|Ah, hope that runs along, 35402|Till the dream-life dies away 35402|Like the night-winds at the moon! 35402|Ah, hope that turns my life 35402|Into the wine-press of the dead: 35402|Ah, hope that ======================================== SAMPLE 23010 ======================================== 1279|When he's at, the rue and tear, 1279|And she's at, the chaff and stone; 1279|In life's mean strife they're best and fairest; 1279|He's the man for a' and mair. 1279|For a' the ills that women can daunce, 1279|He maun tackle their ministration; 1279|Or quash at colonels' devilry, 1279|Or make their prating lame, 1279|Or end their wark with auld, famous squires, 1279|Like ancient Spartans when first 1279|Their steeds they charmed to charades: 1279|He's the man for a' and mair. 1279|He takes the world in either hand, 1279|Shakes down its crowns, and counts the spoils; 1279|Lifts higher than those heirlooms up, 1279|And brings them home in his strong right hand: 1279|For a' the fame that women earn, 1279|Than all a man can seek, 1279|He's the man for a' and mair. 1279|Her eyes are blue, and fair to see, 1279|And soft as gowans that drip honey, 1279|And her brow as white as a lily 1279|That blossoms mid muirland dells. 1279|There's a lass in Scotland, and a lass in Scotland, 1279|Both mustering in battle their might; 1279|Both mustering, they feel no want, 1279|And can do nothing without a sword. 1279|Her eye is blue, and the brow as white as a dove, 1279|And her cheek is in blushes as soft as a rose; 1279|Her hair is wild-waved o'er each limb fair 1279|Like a fan of snow that clung to the eagle she dared; 1279|A lassie in Scotland, a lassie in Scotland, 1279|In Scottish and English we meet an' be. 1279|Oh, let me think that I meet as pure a lassie 1279|As e'er was sign'd in Highland Scone! 1279|Her eye is blue, and the brow as blue as a dove, 1279|And her cheek is as soft as a rose; 1279|Her hair is wild-waved o'er each limb fair; 1279|Like a fan of snow that clung to the eagle she dared; 1279|And she's not dead, but rather dear! 1279|What though I see her picture, dear, on your books? 1279|When she was married she gave me a kiss, 1279|And she's not dead, but rather dear! 1279|What's the news of the summer? the summer gone, 1279|The green hangs round the corn; 1279|The wind blows out of the east, and west has its days 1279|And summer for winter takes its way; 1279|Yet still I see the old scene of the summer's birth, 1279|The broad upland, the thicket, the brook! 1279|The brook is gone, but the upland of my soul 1279|Is left in its beauty and bloom; 1279|And still I feel the fond remembrance of the spring, 1279|The soft delights of the vale, 1279|Where gushing rivulets run till they touch the bank 1279|Of the sweet rivulet of Lynn: 1279|There are scenes in life more dear than those where men are, 1279|And more sweet in heart and brain. 1279|I've heard the rural shepherd charge, 1279|The ploughman rouse the gale, 1279|And ploughman shiver the heath, 1279|And shiver the grain and plough; 1279|But, O dear beloved, when I hear them sing, 1279|My native song of home, 1279|I feel as when last year I sung in my shaw, 1279|To you, who, you loved me, for me I sang that. 1279|Then, fondling from the leaves of joy, 1279|A crook I'll borrow, and say, 1279|My hand may see the gold and pearls, 1279|And riches that be mine are all mine own; 1279|My ======================================== SAMPLE 23020 ======================================== 13649|And with its heavy ears 13649|Calls us back through the forest. 13649|Come to me, my beautiful bird, 13649|Come, let me feel thy soft wing; 13649|How our feet move in the twilight! 13649|How they stir the leaves! 13649|Is it then the moon we see, 13649|The light of this green earth that waits us, 13649|The bright, the blue, the heaven-sparkling heaven? 13649|Does the shadow of the sky 13649|Come down beneath the earth's shade, 13649|Like some sweet, soft, soft-kissing tree-trunk, 13649|Our little, little home of shadows? 13649|Come, let us climb the hills of snow-- 13649|The rugged, rugged hills of snow! 13649|There is a bird-song is heard 13649|In many a lonely hollow, 13649|Piercing the deep, mysterious caves, 13649|Of caves, of caves. 13649|Caves,--or the hidden, secret treasure 13649|In many a dark and windless glen.-- 13649|Sweet, soft, soft, and silent cave-guises, 13649|All are the same. 13649|The bird, the wren, the wattle wait us, 13649|Caves of the moon, caves of the morning! 13649|O sweet and still-among the leaves 13649|The little nightingale is blithe, 13649|And sings of love and love-longing 13649|In such a calm and snow-white cave! 13649|I heard a voice saying, "Where is the man, 13649|That I could find, of all that I knew?" 13649|And lo! a voice saying, "In my youth, 13649|I could find him in every land and time!" 13649|What is Life?--a story of laughter, 13649|A struggle for mastery, and victory! 13649|Why weep ye at the ruin of Beauty, 13649|And mourn the glorious, glorious Queen! 13649|Why weep ye at the ban of Sorrow, 13649|The sad, long, silent, bitter kiss of Heaven? 13649|The golden suns and the silver morns 13649|Glide over the misty wilderness; 13649|The far red winds and the red, red-nosed storms 13649|Bid the sad stars weep, and weep they must. 13649|I see her still,--the Queen of Eve! 13649|The face that I worship most! 13649|She looks and she smiles on her creatures, 13649|And with the smiles of a star 13649|Strikes a truth through the heart of the gossamer 13649|And makes it as bright as the dews of night. 13649|A face like the living stars!--I kneel 13649|And my soul turns to stone. 13649|I see her still, the Queen of the Mist! 13649|And the bright veil is drawn 13649|From her heavenly glory, made known 13649|In the mystery of the cave; 13649|And I worship her with the heart of the soul 13649|Which was ever pure and white 13649|And chaste as the snow in the wintry winds 13649|And pure as the dove that builds its nest 13649|With the wings of her calm rest. 13649|I see her still,--the Queen of the Night! 13649|And the wonder is, that I know not 13649|Which has the longer life in my sight. 13649|For the eyes and the soul are alike fair 13649|And each knows some lovely form 13649|Which the moon and the sun bring forth, 13649|And each knows some other shape that is fair 13649|Though each hath its own. 13649|Now, in this season of love and of song, 13649|When Love is most near, 13649|When heaven is at our feet, 13649|It seems to me in the soul's despite 13649|That she has other objects on the sight, 13649|And that she does what we cannot do, 13649|And that she takes what's ours. 13649|It seems to me in the heart of the night, 13649|When she can see 13649|No nearer gaze than this glance of mine, 13649|That she takes a ======================================== SAMPLE 23030 ======================================== 9372|And, like a great red sun, the sunset fades away. 9372|And the old woman with the golden comb, 9372|Who had been listening in her garden seat, 9372|Suddenly said, 9372|With sorrowful tones, 9372|"In this poor house of ours, is my own dwelling-place; 9372|And so, perhaps, when you are gone, your dreams will vanish from me! 9372|"We have no time 9372|For dreams like these. At dawn I must prepare the table, 9372|And the children need their garters too -- 9372|I am old, and feeble, and tired of my play. 9372|The garden has grown over-tree-grown, and I miss the shade. 9372|I will climb the stairs, and fetch 9372|My little children, and put them in their dresses on. 9372|And when you come again, your face will be more sweet to-day 9372|Than ever before. 9372|We are tired, old men, we are weary of the play. 9372|"Our little ones must stay awhile in our faces, 9372|And their playtime must be long, 9372|And we cannot let them go. 9372|"In such a lonely house have you seldom had an hour. 9372|The children are sleepy, and sleepy faces must follow your footsteps; 9372|And there is never a child of ours, without his father's face, 9372|But is as happy as you." 9372|The old man saw her not, 9372|But the children cried for him; 9372|And they followed through the door 9372|With their laughing eyes, 9372|To the little room where he lay at last alone. 9372|And the old man opened the door 9372|And his little children followed him, and slept in his arms. 9372|But he cried so loud with anguish, 9372|And his mouth with agony was aching, 9372|That his children fell upon the bed and kissed their father. 9372|And he said, "My children, when the bitter hour cometh, 9372|Take away your playthings, and leave your father and me alone. 9372|Come, laugh and be happy, and we will talk another day; 9372|Or else our house lies in disuse, and we will have to go." 9372|And the children, with the old man's tears in their eyes, 9372|Kissed their father's cheeks, 9372|And the rain poured down to their knees 9372|And they sobbed and slept. 9372|But the old man sat with his face against the door, 9372|And the children slept in his arms; 9372|He was lean and grey, and his hair hung down in a sea of 9372|dark curls. 9372|O the old man's daughter sat with her little ones -- 9372|And the old man cried o'er them, 9372|While the rain poured down, and the old man murmured and 9372|said; 9372|"They are lying down, and I shall lie with you at last." 9372|For the rain lies in the long grass, 9372|And the little leaves lie rustling together; 9372|And I know where the dead leaves are scattered, 9372|Because I know the grave is deep and dewy 9372|With the sleep of ages long gone by. 9372|O the old man's daughter looked up at her father kindly, 9372|Her little hands were clasped about his wavering neck; 9372|When the old man's tears were turned to pity 9372|Her little face grew white with fright. 9372|I think her voice was like the sound of a broken prayer; 9372|And she said, "O Father, is it right that I should kneel to thee? 9372|Is thy will, if I bound my children up by the skirts, 9372|And say, 'Forgive, for this night thou keepest me from hurting thee?'" 9372|"Nay! I am but old, and my children sleep soundly now: 9372|Thou shalt lay them by, and their dim faces brighten 9372|With the light of the dawning, which shall one day make them thy 9372|children. 9372|"But we shall follow thee, as we followed Nanna, 9372|And we shall sit ======================================== SAMPLE 23040 ======================================== 1855|From the air's soft breath of perfume, 1855|From the sweet and tender blossoms, 1855|From the air's light and tender airs, 1855|From those sweet airs that lightly blow, 1855|I came, my sweetheart, to you; 1855|You've waited for me, love, waiting, 1855|And, sweetheart, I'm coming back. 1855|If I leave you, sweetheart, and die, 1855|How happy you will be then, 1855|In your little room, and greenwood boughs, 1855|Sheltered close, and Heaven's star overhead. 1855|Oh! may you not, as I shall die, 1855|Take from my arms all your fair womanhood! 1855|When I go from you for ever, 1855|There will be no more May-time, 1855|Nor the starlight of June, 1855|Nor the song of birds in July; 1855|And I shall be, as now, alone, 1855|No mourners shall mourn me o'er, 1855|And no friends shall understand, 1855|All my absence--all the grief! 1855|And the little love, 1855|And the little thought, 1855|And the little sorrow and delight, 1855|For the little things I lent at need, 1855|And the little trouble thou hast brought 1855|That now no sorrow can repay! 1855|Then come, come here, my little love, 1855|And tell me all the sorrow thou wilt not say; 1855|Tell me all the little doubt and pain 1855|That wish me here to-night from out thy sight. 1855|Come, oh, come here, and tell me there, 1855|For all my little wish tell I to-night. 1855|Come from the darkness--come, my dear, 1855|Let us be strong, and bravely go, 1855|And I will trust the love of all, 1855|And follow where you lead! 1855|And so--for one time--I stand 1855|At rest at the end of life's long day; 1855|Yet, when I draw to the dark, 1855|And in the dusk of last time say farewell, 1855|I see by sight alone, 1855|I see by memory's glance 1855|The great dead Days of old. 1855|There is none to mark my silent tomb, 1855|But it will be a living shrine to mine. 1855|There will be none to say, 1855|When I am sleeping here, 1855|"Thou hast departed in peace, 1855|"To meet thy Maker ever in the west, 1855|"While there was light in yon sky." 1855|I, who have seen thy death, 1855|I, who have said, 1855|When on my lips I hear those last words spoken 1855|And my name all forgotten, and my body moulded, 1855|And my voice no more is heard, 1855|I, too, who will sing no more, 1855|But take what life I can, and give it, let us say, 1855|That death shall not change me, 1855|In years yet to be, 1855|For the thought of never knowing why thou wast here, 1855|Nor why earth first opened to welcome me to the skies, 1855|Shall I, not there, 1855|Be at rest in yonder little peace all forgotten? 1855|I too, when I am dead, 1855|Shall have but this to do, 1855|To see the great dead Days of yore; 1855|But I shall not forget what little things I've had, 1855|When once upon my soul the new life was born, 1855|And a great sadness seized, 1855|And a great faith began, 1855|And thoughts and dreams and dreams of goodly deeds. 1855|Yet, still, if a vision comes to me of a sun, 1855|When my soul's face is turned to the face of the sky - 1855|'Tis a hope; for that's the only eyes of men. 1855|O sun! that hast made me great, 1855|And taught me how to live; 1855|Thy face is fair and bright, ======================================== SAMPLE 23050 ======================================== I am but the wind and the sea, 34762|A spirit; and though now the sea and I 34762|And you in silence live, shall not we ever live? 34762|Oh, say that you would give your life for my? 34762|And would you have _mine_ when I am dead? 34762|Nay, then, for pity, sister--I would live; 34762|But would you know when my sweet sister was gone? 34762|_"When he is grown to man's estate, 34762|He shall eat, he shall drink, he shall eat, 34762|In all his life that is to be."_ 34762|What will you do with her? What will you do with me? 34762|Oh, tell me, sister; but tell me _not_ to fear, 34762|I shall be gentle to you, and take you, child; 34762|For love of God, I will laugh at every ill, 34762|And lighten it with smiles, and make you rich. 34762|Oh, I shall talk of loves and fairies, too, 34762|In all my life to come, without the least doubt; 34762|When God is just made known, I'll tell your God in Heaven 34762|That, just as at our first meeting I confess, 34762|You see a sister, and he has seen one here. 34762|Oh, I am happy, I cannot tell you why, 34762|And happy every day:--but happy I can be 34762|If, when I die, you can tell, when I am with you, 34762|"His life is one great wordy story; 34762|You're richer--you're happier, I have heard it said-- 34762|He was good, but you're richer than he is now." 34762|_When he is grown to man's estate 34762|He shall eat, he shall drink, he shall eat, 34762|In all his life that is to be."_ 34762|My mother says, "It's always very nice to hear 34762|About your father, when he's gone." I don't deny 34762|I have no father--yet, mother, you may be right. 34762|It's better to know than write. But still, I'm afraid 34762|That mother means what she says. If mother means 34762|She has an aunt, a cousin, some one she knows; 34762|Who will not give her father what he wants to have; 34762|And therefore, father, you must have a gun. 34762|How does Mrs. Brown, my mother's mother, look 34762|With a smile on her face when she has her son's wedding? 34762|Does she smile when she thinks he is going to die 34762|Of liver disease, or some throat ailment?--Why, she 34762|Is sure the best of my father's friends. 34762|Oh, well, I understand, mother, it's nice to look 34762|At yourself and never mind your poor mother. 34762|It is not for your own sake that mother says 34762|You do not trust her, but his--my brother's--mind. 34762|He's a sort of a god among men, as every one 34762|Looks at us when we are ill--and then, the wife 34762|And mother look up to us, and say, "My dear, 34762|How is everything unfolding?" and both of 'em smile. 34762|Now that's a good sign! 34762|I never thought 34762|Mother and I did not trust each other. 34762|My mother says, "You've never been in a storm; 34762|I don't intend to marry you, but just to stay 34762|A distance away from you, so I won't think 34762|About marrying you. But, father--he says, "That 34762|You are as beautiful as a cloud on a hill, 34762|And as good a girl as a mother would wish for. 34762|But there's a cloud that is coming, and it will cloud 34762|My boy, my little Darling, and so I must be sure 34762|That I am safe when I go." I think, mother, how 34762|Those words have come true: there might have been a time 34762|When I would have been angry, and father would have said 34762|The woman had a ======================================== SAMPLE 23060 ======================================== 17393|I'll never write to you more, for I'm afraid! 17393|I may have known you, you were so very wise; 17393|But you were wise; and now I never shall. 17393|Though now, perhaps, the world has changed, and I'm dying, 17393|Yet I love your books in spite of all mankind; 17393|And oh, I have a joy to make of them! 17393|You were all that I had, my friend! for what is there? 17393|I could have found you, and gone on like the sea, 17393|And lived the happiest life you ever had. 17393|Yet you were not the only poet's friend. 17393|All poets have friends, some better than their own: 17393|Even the true poet, if he live in vain, 17393|Atone for in a friendlier age than ours. 17393|You're very wise--what is there to know of woe?-- 17393|And here's another thing, the world is full of woe. 17393|How very sad it is that we live so long when yet 17393|We still have time to lose! 17393|_An idle song to-night--_ 17393|_What a song,_ 17393|_With heart's-ease, heart's-ease,_ 17393|_What a song for joy, what a song for fear!-- 17393|But then they're all in their graves,_ 17393|_The soldiers of songs, the soldiers of death,_ 17393|_And that is why I sing._ 17393|The sun is in the sky, 17393|It is the sun, and yet 17393|The world is sad again, 17393|It is a shadow, and still 17393|The world is sad again. 17393|The sun is in the sky, 17393|It is the sun; and yet 17393|The world is glad again, 17393|It is glad again, and glad again, 17393|It is a song again, 17393|And now it is all right, 17393|The sun is in the sky. 17393|There is a bird so dear 17393|That even the wind cries 'Ay! 17393|A bird so dear 17393|That even the wind cries 'Ay!_-- 17393|'Tis the crow of dreams, 17393|The crow of dreams, 17393|_A crow of nightmares_ 17393|_I'm dreaming all day_, 17393|_And a-calling all night long_, 17393|_And I fear no one in the house_, 17393|_A crow of nightmares_ 17393|_Can frighten me so long_, 17393|_Can frighten me so long_, 17393|_And no one will know_, 17393|And no one will know_, 17393|_A crow of nightmares_ 17393|_They sing of love and scorn_, 17393|_Of joy and sorrow--why, 17393|I scarcely dare to think of these_, 17393|_A crow of nightmares_ 17393|_And I hear them whispering 'cheek!'_ 17393|_They sing the things I would_, 17393|_They sing the things I would_, 17393|_With lips so warm, so warm,_ 17393|_And a sound as of the sea_, 17393|_The crow of nightmares_ 17393|_That drowns all songs away_, 17393|_That drown all songs away_, 17393|_And make my song a song_, 17393|_That I should sing no more_-- 17393|_A crow of nightmares_ 17393|_And I have grown so dear_-- 17393|_And I fear no one in the house_ 17393|_A crow of nightmares_ 17393|_All night long they cry_-- 17393|_Ah, no one will know_! 17393|_And the night grows longer_!-- 17393|_And the world is sad again_!-- 17393|_I wonder how the wind is doing_, 17393|_And oh, I wonder how the wind_, 17393|__The crow of nightmares_ 17393|Not only do I enjoy this poem, but my mind is fired with the 17393|" ======================================== SAMPLE 23070 ======================================== 34237|So on the day I was to marry-- 34237|My name is Robert and I reside 34237|At 321 West Main Street. 34237|In all the towns of America 34237|Nobody thinks on a candle but the moon; 34237|Everybody goes to bed with their candles, 34237|But I love the moon more than any other thing. 34237|I know a little river 34237|Wide as a walnut-tree, 34237|Which never runs out of its cycle; 34237|It runneth on forever. 34237|Every day it runs out of the sun's power, 34237|And runneth about in a dreamy merry measure. 34237|I saw two eyes look through the mist, 34237|And I heard two voices singing 34237|A merry song together, 34237|As we went slowly down the hill. 34237|With the trees above me and the ground 34237|And the stars all looking into the dusk. 34237|I know a little river 34237|That never runs out of its cycle. 34237|With a wee wave to float it along, 34237|And a sunbeam to light it. 34237|I know a little stream 34237|That never clogs its course; 34237|It goes a-walking in the sun, 34237|And a-hiaung away. 34237|With A Hat On Both Heads 34237|When we were a young thing, 34237|You were Snow-white; and I was Wimmer-i-vin. 34237|O, then it was so easy 34237|Being two Flower-folk, 34237|Rhyming as we would, and singing as we would. 34237|Though the winds were contrary 34237|And the pleasant sun set soon, 34237|We were together, Snow-White, Flower-Elfin, 34237|So that my song is gay 34237|And your story wise. 34237|The flowers were a-going to wither, 34237|The birds were to fly, 34237|So that it was a-noon we hadn't much longer 34237|To talk; 34237|Loud yelled the frogs as they left the rock:-- 34237|"What's the matter, Mommy?" said little Jack. 34237|"See what the Dog-toad has put in his quill!" 34237|You shouldn't be so loud, my dear, 34237|When we have such nice quiet hours, 34237|But you always say things to Mamma 34237|That I am glad she doesn't say to you. 34237|There was a little girl and a little boy, 34237|Down in a meadow by a well; 34237|And the boy he dipped his quill in the well, 34237|And that well he dipped his quill in, too. 34237|With a splash the little girl was swimming, 34237|For the Bird was dead and missing! 34237|He'd just come from eating flowers, 34237|And his feather-beds were empty! 34237|For hours he lay as though endlessly 34237|With his feather-beds all full of snow. 34237|He skimmed the leaves, he twitched the feather-bed: 34237|"I'll give you something, though! 34237|If I dip my quill in the water!" 34237|Turtle-shells were for nesting birds, 34237|For warmth and good things, my little maid; 34237|For warmth and good things were all you gave, 34237|But oh, how warm were they! 34237|For hours he lay as though endlessly 34237|With his feather-beds all full of snow. 34237|And now come morning-- 34237|Ah! what luck to be alive! 34237|For still he sings, for hours he sings, 34237|And his song is as sweet as his note; 34237|And he lives, sweet prince, he lives,--but he 34237|Lies dead and cold in a meadow near. 34237|A small, dark nook, 34237|Beneath a hawthorn spray, 34237|Where a toad and a mole 34237|They work, in close, close, 34237|With some feline creature 34237|Of the underground, 34237|To find a vein of gold, 34237 ======================================== SAMPLE 23080 ======================================== 30795|Till the day of reckoning comes. 30795|I have not been on the waters yet, 30795|But I feel it in my bones. 30795|The old man's house is sitting there, 30795|It is at the end of the village road. 30795|I can see the windows on the roof, 30795|And above it the roof-tree branches are, 30795|And all the people sitting down, 30795|But I do not hear them talking. 30795|They are all gone out into the woods. 30795|In the morning I shall need no hat; 30795|The wind shall carry me home again, 30795|For the wind shall bear me to my house." 30795|"Why do you stay till night, my child? 30795|Weary is your heart, and hungry too; 30795|And there your love is hidden away." 30795|"We two sit out on the hill, 30795|Over our love and you, my dear. 30795|There is no more to be said. 30795|But I remember the words she said, 30795|'I remember Love!' She has forgot; 30795|I know that I love her, my dear. 30795|I wonder if she will remember, 30795|For she is so beautiful and young." 30795|"O my child, I would be where she is, 30795|Over my lover, love, and over you." 30795|"You did but think it strange enough, 30795|I wonder if she understood. 30795|But my love is always over me, 30795|And always, no matter what I am." 30795|A thousand merry jovial men have heard this rhyme, 30795|And laughed to scorn it, for they have forgotten the time 30795|When the young bridegroom had not one of his maids. 30795|"For all day I have looked through your window, Miss," 30795|Said the bridegroom when he got home; 30795|"I do not know who found the words, or who could read, 30795|But, like the wind, this story goes round." 30795|But the maiden, remembering her father's words, 30795|Lived upon her love and kept his will, 30795|And the jovial youth, thinking him old indeed, 30795|Heard this rhyme, and went and heard it too. 30795|"It is the old wind, and when he laughs and sings, 30795|He never stops to think; 30795|He sings of deeds you did, and not of gold, 30795|But of the love that broke the old rule." 30795|Said the bridegroom when they reached the door at last, 30795|"I would have it known, with all my heart, 30795|That our wedding-day was kept in careful rhyme;" 30795|And the happy time passed on without a sound. 30795|But the young bridegroom kept on talking at the door, 30795|And a laughing child went through the kitchen floor, 30795|"And there is a little red-roof wedding-dough, 30795|Made of the back-yard," he said, and then laughed outright, 30795|"I will give it you, with kiss; 30795|A pretty present, my dear!" 30795|Said the lad with his bride; 30795|"What a nice little gift that is, dear! 30795|I have a sister, who is going to marry an Earl, 30795|One that is a good deal older than I, at any rate, 30795|And to see a bride grow in grace to be the sweet bride she is, 30795|It must be a pretty sight to see their wedding cakes come down the door; 30795|As for the bridegroom, he is a good deal older than they both are; 30795|I'll name him Earl Winter, and he's going on a wedding day. 30795|"I am sure his daughter will not let the Earl Winter near her bed; 30795|I wonder if he thinks you are quite as old as the bride he's wooing?" 30795|"He knows that I am wooing an Earl Winter," she said, "which makes 30795|me glad; 30795|He knows my plan to save my health, I dare say; 30795|But he knows my plan to marry me, and he is ======================================== SAMPLE 23090 ======================================== 21002|"In spite of all the gags, I think you're right; 21002|There is no better thing upon the earth, 21002|And none beside; 21002|There is no love so dear, so swift to flow, 21002|That the world finds not for us life's rapture in." 21002|And that is why I loved him, and love still, 21002|And that is why I love him--and oh, 21002|The world will never find us--if all go wrong, 21002|I mean, all things go wrong about him too." 21002|They came to the palace that stands alone, 21002|The palace of St. Peter, 21002|Of a blue light and brown-white, 21002|And stood by the door of that hall for a space, 21002|And heard a sound of bells and a clatter of feet, 21002|And one young maiden went forth from the door, 21002|And stepped to the pavement of mason-land, 21002|And knelt upon it and sighed, and her eyes therewent, 21002|Until they fell on the face of her husband's foe, 21002|And he, they think, came forth to the door with the kiss 21002|Of God's own peace that had come to him on the heart; 21002|But that old fool, Saint Peter, saw this and said: 21002|"This house will never be taken from me. 21002|"This is a house for souls of the dead 21002|That have no earthly need. 21002|No outward sign of earthly need 21002|Mingles in the silent rooms, 21002|And there the feet of this maid go now 21002|While you are in the light-- 21002|Though it be hard for me, my wife, 21002|To let such thoughts intrude. 21002|"But now I look from my window at the marble street, 21002|And I see, with eyes of love, 21002|The very faces of some of my own dead friends, 21002|But they are not before me, and those faces 21002|Are not behind me, 21002|And this house is not theirs, but mine, 21002|And this is not the home of mine enemy; 21002|For God has given us comfort in all things, 21002|And whatsoe'er may trouble our fair peace, 21002|He is giving it to us. 21002|Oh, we will sleep in the light without all fear, 21002|As children sleep in the shadow, 21002|And we will love and be love's beloved, 21002|As children dear to God. 21002|"Our father's house with its beautiful walls, 21002|The great red door, 21002|All these we know and shall know, 21002|The beautiful old house. 21002|But, if our father's house to-night, 21002|As night and day, 21002|Were to depart and be gone, 21002|We'd sleep, or else we'd wake in the light, 21002|And love, or else not love. 21002|"In the light, by faith and love 21002|As in the day!" 21002|All are waiting at the door; 'tis noonday, 21002|And none dare enter, lest God should say: 21002|"Come, let me know if one be there, 21002|That is not here and who is she?" 21002|"O, yes, if he but say, my heart! 21002|I am she," the maiden said, 21002|"But he is a little one, no more, 21002|That is here he must be a little one, 21002|And I am a great one, I am great." 21002|"How many are you here?" "Two or three," 21002|She said; and then they were silent. 21002|So all that night they sat in state 21002|Watching till morning, whispering soft, 21002|Then up and down the hall, up and down 21002|Came the little feet, 21002|Rapt in their wandering. 21002|And they thought that she had come to set 21002|If they might catch one step before, 21002|But no step came; and then she smiled; 21002|And then there seemed a tumult, all 21002|Like a mad dance ======================================== SAMPLE 23100 ======================================== 35553|"I'm the kind who says, if I'm asked to share an open plate, 35553|The first thing that I'd choose is a gourmet who makes things sweet 35553|With butter and jam and a splash of the best French vanilla; 35553|There's nothing like a good hard cup of good old Blighty frock, 35553|For I mean to have a good taste, of the most exquisite richness; 35553|And my fancy's a glass that reflects a colour like the russet, 35553|And it makes one's throat it is pleasant in its deep tinct of gold." 35553|The maid he named came in just then, 35553|Not quite a minute had ago been lost 35553|While the lady was picking out a dish of turkey and mashed 35553|She had been at the door a good ten minutes that night, 35553|But the thought of leaving her waiting made her heart bleed. 35553|"Oh, how much is too much, my dear!--you've been at the same 35553|For my plate of roast mutton was cut in half quite by last week; 35553|And how I hate to depart from you whilst I still have a hand 35553|To take from yours while I pick up the pieces of quince and pecan: 35553|I'm going to make an end of waiting, good mistress Blighty, 35553|And to-morrow morning I shall be content enough to dine." 35553|So saying, she stepped forth to the threshold of her room; 35553|And as firm as he who always on duty best fulfils, 35553|She started on her way to the door. 35553|For, of course, one cannot help discerning the general feeling, 35553|That, when she went knocking, she sure as she knew the address, 35553|That something had happened that day, and might have been expected, 35553|Perhaps the landlord has been away, perhaps the dinner's fine, 35553|For the russet dish and the beviolet were both been sent to him 35553|For a better disposal than should be the cause of his departure. 35553|For, oh! if there be any one in this world I'd like to know, 35553|I would love to be knocked o' the head by the lady of Bliss 35553|So by stepping with open foot I am sure to enter right; 35553|And I am sure to get in by the door, 35553|While there's half a loaf in my basket 35553|I will be in your arms just as tenderly and bravely as ever. 35553|I thank you for kindly allowing me to publish these rhymes, 35553|Written at the close of my dinner at Dr. Gregory's in Leyton. 35553|"But I have just to ask the question that vexes your mind the most, 35553|When you consider the price of that pretty little book (of which 35553|You are thinking, by the way, to buy yourself a new one), 35553|How can you ever hope to buy much books on such a subject, 35553|Who is bound to keep true to Mrs. Robinson in her sickness?" 35553|But he thinks, with much probability, that he has solved the trick, 35553|And the thing is quite done by now, for the book is just such a, 35553|So he'll merely say it once more "Papa"--this time to "Mr. 35553|There was also a little poem in Punch, in the style of an 35553|If you look very carefully over, you will discover a curious 35553|When you take those old boxes away from Mrs. Robinson, you find 35553|A small volume by Mrs. P. W. Scott, which contains "The 35553|"O! I am sorry I am not quite a lad of thirty, 35553|And you know we cannot do much about it; but you must see 35553|A little book by Dr. Power "About the Age of Man. 35553|While on and I've been thinking how 'twill be at last, 35553|I have learned to wish you were at my side to cheer me on; 35553|You have always been by my side "--I blush to say who 35553|Perhaps may be able to teach you. 35553|But my head aches, and my feet ache, and I long 35553|For some sweetly-silent shower, that, all as we are thinking, 35553|May ======================================== SAMPLE 23110 ======================================== 1004|There were those blessed souls in which the light 1004|Of saintliness was manifested forth, 1004|Who on the earth had wandered from the way, 1004|Because that to the people of Maginda 1004|Light had been eclipsed there by the heat. 1004|One of them, discerning this, fled straightway 1004|Upon that pathway, and said unto me: 1004|"O soul, that hast so far followed me, say, 1004|Thou in thy stay hast seen me in this place; 1004|Let not my absence distress thee." I replied: 1004|"Within the church I rest assuredly 1004|Shall see thee, and whatsoever thou dost"-- 1004|I did forthwith tell him all--"within this place 1004|Shalt see me also, and I leave this light." 1004|Never did eyes in that region be less. 1004|Nor I in that condition was less beautiful; 1004|O sullen vice, that here in walking still 1004|With such an audience did stony wanderer stay! 1004|And even as matter from its medium 1004|On earth is transmuted, and in forms other 1004|Than in the nature which it had received; 1004|So here in moving about these altars changed, 1004|And lo! within them saw I all the saints, 1004|With eyes transformed and stedfast hold of both. 1004|Thus artfully have we within these altars 1004|Been changed into reverend mystics, 1004|That with the smell and the touch we may startle; 1004|Thus have our powers, endowed with all perceptions, 1004|Transformed unto instruments of language. 1004|When we to these fair sempiternal powers 1004|Are transformed, still the same I'm the same, 1004|And so altogether that of both worlds 1004|No difference remains a suffolus; 1004|For in the world which God creates and works 1004|Is seen the instant of its being by them, 1004|As a man the instant of his youth; 1004|With the same vision is convertible 1004|The mortal and the spiritual Mary. 1004|The man who make use of vision is 1004|More cloth-like made, and better make it unsleek; 1004|Because the vision so works with him, 1004|That he apprehends the shape of his maker, 1004|Even as a body in itself dissimilar 1004|Becomes to it, so am I of his hand 1004|By that with which it projects itself on him. 1004|Now when my verdant pathway I had finished, 1004|"This one," said he, "will perform the ministry 1004|Of the down-trodden evangel." And now 1004|Already of the seven hills completed I heard 1004|A voice, whose music made a soft vibration: 1004|"The Grace that over me in the heaven 1004|As of a cloak enwraps me, performs," 1004|It said, "the mission of the Muses here." 1004|And to make further of their temple clear 1004|I and my Leader turned our face, and saw there 1004|Six pale and weeping Magisters standing, 1004|On white pinions, with their faces turned toward 1004|Upon the marble centre, in the fashion 1004|Of poets who their laurels fetch away. 1004|And when one of them was already high, 1004|The others three were remaining still, 1004|That it might express more clearly their cheer 1004|And farewell, they to him began to sing. 1004|"O thou most illustrious son of light 1004|From whom all lightning draweth!" they all sang, 1004|"Great Spiritue, with the same delight 1004|In us still fixedly lookest on thee!" 1004|Thus sung they, and when only Graces were left, 1004|Again the song became enkindled: "Off! 1004|Off! ye lights, all-circling, stamping, speeding! 1004|Ye magnifices, down-rotting! why so long 1004|Against the wall do ye incline your faces? 1004|Well do ye mark the implacable devil 1004|With your diminution always at war? 1004|Well, do ======================================== SAMPLE 23120 ======================================== 10671|Till in his heart the spirit of youth 10671|Beaming with new-found sense shall join 10671|With that green air of heaven sublime; 10671|Then in the midst he shall behold 10671|A vision too celestial bright, 10671|One glorious, too, to be confest. 10671|Here all shall join to dream upon 10671|The visions that the Future doth promise, 10671|And, long lost in gloom, behold the sight 10671|Of heaven and earth again in view. 10671|Or when, at length, in some bright morn, 10671|The youthful spirit of the Past 10671|Shall find the blissful hope of youth, 10671|And find a future youth to share. 10671|Or when, at length, his throbbing heart[A] 10671|In youth's sweet rapture shall awake 10671|From the dream lost in gloom, and see 10671|The promised youth of yore appear. 10671|Then let his spirit fly with rapture 10671|To that future day destined to be; 10671|And every thought and feeling fly 10671|To that bright beauteous past, and sigh 10671|With a new earnest earnest to behold 10671|The scenes of that long vanished day. 10671|Here, as they near the Present, we 10671|Forget the past, nor fear to dare 10671|With frugal hearts the unserious road; 10671|And our glad ears are wak'd by the voice 10671|Of youth, who to our feet replies, 10671|"Ye shall behold the blessed beams 10671|Of the bright heaven that over all doth shine, 10671|And Heaven's bright orb through the silent night." 10671|Yet still we mourn what vain is the pain 10671|Our fancies in old ages shed, 10671|And mourn again the happy dream 10671|That we have known, long since, the earth, 10671|And all that life on earth hath planned 10671|Hath vanish'd with the moving stone 10671|From the young earth, that it may shine 10671|In beams heavenly. This is earth's dream. 10671|In other nations, they say, the soul 10671|As it wafts through the air 10671|To a starry mansion, is housed, 10671|As 'tis seen to reside; 10671|And, in her soul, that spirit lies 10671|In form of star or cloud 10671|Form'd of the purest gold and purest stone, 10671|And from that mansion hurl'd, 10671|Moves from us, and is mov'd, day and night 10671|Through the vast interior of the sky; 10671|And the soul, the glorious spirit, there, 10671|Waits to receive 10671|In her own celestial bower, her joys 10671|And her own genius, and be made 10671|And chang'd to stone, or to the water which, 10671|Or air, or water may assume. 10671|Then, when we call, the heavenly hosts, 10671|And all the earth in prospect lie, 10671|With trembling feet, the spirit doth go, 10671|In the white chariot of the air, 10671|And, seated at Fancy's golden gate, 10671|Plays there and walks with her own air. 10671|And there the dream is borne 10671|With a happy pulse, and a celestial sound 10671|Through the deep caverns of the air, 10671|Where it flies not, and is lost in sound. 10671|It is thy spirit,--the spirit of man! 10671|Thou art the spirit of life, and of all right, 10671|Which, in this world of wickedness and crime, 10671|Hath been so warmly worshipp'd by the proud, 10671|Who the pure soul disdainfully destroy. 10671|Now, O Nature! Thou that hast the scepter crown, 10671|Thou hast but thine own glory, and we but thy slaves; 10671|With thy gilded crown, all robe, and regal smile, 10671|Thou hast thy pride! We are nothing great or wise 10671|Who only breathe the air, and strive to climb the world. 10671|But we breathe the air of joy, which is the breath ======================================== SAMPLE 23130 ======================================== 23245|"And so it will," she cried. "I've heard it all, 23245|And it may be just the truth, to one astray! 23245|How much longer shall I live to question and complain?" 23245|Sleepless, alone, and weeping, as she stood, 23245|She felt a mighty weight of deep, unconcealed sorrow. 23245|"How can you keep silence, when your heart is raw with pain? 23245|"Oh! my friends, I hate to see you here forlorn! 23245|You've suffered long enough already, and so have I. 23245|"Yes, long enough! Now, how far, at last, away 23245|From all we had of common human contact yet! 23245|"I love you, dear friends; my heart cannot contain 23245|Such selfishness as keeps my voice from speaking still!" 23245|As when, by moonlight, a lonely traveller goes, 23245|And feels his own life ebbing away as fast, 23245|Until the very last throb in his heart is vain, 23245|And life itself is dying at his lips, sad she'll be 23245|To hear you mourn, and feel her tears bedim your own; 23245|Nought but the voice of her despair can cheer you now, 23245|And nothing but the voice of longing in your face. 23245|"I loved you, so, and the thought of dying, then, 23245|Is worse than all of pain, is worse even than life. 23245|"Why were you so unkind, and cruel, and wrong? 23245|Why are you not with me when your own hand tears are flowing? 23245|"What can make pain go away? What makes life not pain, 23245|If suffering's deadly torment still makes suffering sweet? 23245|"But I have hurt you, and I'll hurt you much again; 23245|There's none but one who loved me--who loved me so true; 23245|Away with your words of pity, and your love of my-- 23245|If you are left, if you are left on this last quest, 23245|"It was not for this I left your side, my dear, 23245|Not for these tears that I have shed, my dear, 23245|Never yet did I wish you any grief, my dear, 23245|But only for the end I sought, my dear, 23245|Never have I wished what lay before me all, 23245|And--for _this_--and for a world like this 23245|I turned from it, my dear, my dear! 23245|"I thank you, my friends,--you gave me so much 23245|Of love, from what is best, my dear! 23245|I thank you, dear friends, and may you depart, 23245|And, dearest loved ones, be at rest-- 23245|And may you depart, my dear, my dear!" 23245|I saw a cloud at last, 23245|A cloud at last that came-- 23245|It broke upon the morning of that day. 23245|I could not breathe it out! 23245|The cloud was heavy with rain, 23245|It swept away the people of the village. 23245|They thought of work to do, 23245|They hurried to the town, 23245|For shelter and for food to give to all the poor. 23245|They found relief in the forest, 23245|They sought shelter from storm and frosts, 23245|They filled the hungry mouths 23245|With food, with food to feed their hungering mouths. 23245|The people went back to their fires-- 23245|They sought the forest in its pride; 23245|They had their beds,-- 23245|They would not even wait 23245|To build their homes again, 23245|But sought the forest to a height to build their homes. 23245|They built their homes all round in the trees, 23245|And they rested on the mossy roots; 23245|They built their homes on stones, and from the stones 23245|They made their roofs that could outstand 23245|The wind and rain and cold, 23245|And roofs were made for men, 23245|To live securely and prosperously. 23245|But a storm came on, 23245|And the trees stood all a-shake, 23245| ======================================== SAMPLE 23140 ======================================== 1279|In his new coracle 1279|His old coracle he'll build, 1279|And the Lord will know it! 1279|When as the cottagers, 1279|Who ne'er see me at my trade, 1279|Think I've passed by the door; 1279|Or, in my new coracle, 1279|Think I've died to see the place; 1279|Their wrongs will I redeem, 1279|But not their wrongs--myself am standing by! 1279|Thou wilt not see me at my trade, 1279|Lest I should give thee grief; 1279|But I'm not to blame, I'm here, 1279|And I've a wife that'll defend, 1279|Or, just as much defend. 1279|Ye know my husband--he's come o'er 1279|To seek his death: 1279|He'll have his leave, if he can get it. 1279|But I'm his wife--the fient a gait, 1279|Methinks, he seems to grieve, 1279|As he stands by my coracle, 1279|And thinks himself the cause. 1279|His sword, though thrust in my bosom, 1279|He never has wounded; 1279|But I'm the blood and sulphur, 1279|And he, the smoke and scut, 1279|In a word, his dying breath, 1279|That makes an old man shiver. 1279|And I am fain to see him there; 1279|But, O, you know, 1279|It is very hard to gain access: 1279|And one must do by stealth. 1279|In a house, by God's death! 1279|What is the way to do it? 1279|The house is very high: 1279|The bed is low; 1279|And, to end it, on my head 1279|The last stone be. 1279|Then, to the house I'm going, 1279|And down the roof, 1279|Away with fear; 1279|With joy, away with pain, 1279|All lies within me. 1279|It is a mighty hill, 1279|But a kinder yet; 1279|And every stone of it's pile 1279|Will be settled out. 1279|'Tis such a hill as takes, 1279|When once in a while, 1279|A summer-day scorner, 1279|And in its shade lays by 1279|A weary load of griefs. 1279|In the very parching sand, 1279|Where sorrow droops and wit has won 1279|The palm of persiflage, 1279|We find all its riot o'er; 1279|And on the lonely shore, 1279|Of death, which we can seek no more, 1279|That is the only place 1279|Beneath whose shade I'll sit. 1279|And there's a good chance that while, to-day, 1279|We're off on a pilgrimage 1279|This is not of ill report 1279|Our ship we shall cross the LOSER, 1279|Which is a wild, rude, unruly sea; 1279|The sickly sun's scarce cooling the gale, 1279|While, o'er the dismal watery slope 1279|To be, at least, a kindly recluse, 1279|I'll have to lie astride the steed 1279|The monstrous beast, and there lie till night; 1279|And there at sunrise I'll have to dine; 1279|And there you'll see me eat and drink, 1279|As I have been able to perform it, 1279|By having, in my pocket, a nice little bottle, 1279|As you shall to my good-will exact. 1279|A jug of small-brew beer--when I've drunk both my fill, 1279|A jolly ride 'twould make my best rival my best, 1279|And so I vow and I swear! 1279|But you'll excuse me, I must confess, if I shan't 1279|To boast, in speaking, of having drunk much less. 1279|As to be sure, though, that there's no disputing but I 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 23150 ======================================== 24869|A hundred elephants to bear 24869|The royal boon. 24869|Each one, with care, was fed, 24869|And each was clad in silk arrayed 24869|In golden bark. 24869|Canto LFVI. Sítá’s Fear. 24869|Then on they came, and onward pressed 24869|Through wood and field. 24869|The prince on Sítá bent his head, 24869|And to his brother thus declared: 24869|“O mother wild, where is thy care 24869|Of those who follow thee on thee?” 24869|Thus questioned by the king, 24869|She, thus reproved, replied: “I know 24869|No god has set a rule to me 24869|On duty, nor for man has been 24869|Bound to my hand. 24869|I wander from the path, a hermit, 24869|Because my heart is moved with grief. 24869|Each night with secret thought I think 24869|On Sítá left behind, 24869|And when my lamp has lighted methinks 24869|I rise and go. 24869|I weep, and weep, and weep again, 24869|And soils my tears bedew. 24869|For Sítá left behind is she 24869|Still living to lament. 24869|And Sítá in her woe I feel, 24869|And soils my tears bedew. 24869|On that sweet face to gaze I look, 24869|And with my sighs groan, 24869|As if no light of glory mine 24869|Those eyes would close. 24869|I weep, I weep, and weep again, 24869|And soils my tears bedew.” 24869|As thus, sad Sítá with her eyes 24869|Was borne upon the air, 24869|Sítá with the lady sweet 24869|That held the water died. 24869|Canto CXI. Sítá’s Death. 24869|There from the sea a bird was seen 24869|With feather fair to see; 24869|Bright shone his bill, and round his head 24869|His quills in play were gleaming; 24869|His plumage shone with amber bars, 24869|And he was young and bright. 24869|Upon the water he bent 24869|His eyes, as when he hears 24869|In summer hours the black-bird’s song 24869|He heard from tree and steep. 24869|And when the bird returned to land 24869|He ceased with tears of weeping, 24869|And to his mother cried again: 24869|“O dear, if my heart be true, 24869|Where is my darling of the wood? 24869|How can I go in search of her, 24869|Whose words my heart have stirred?” 24869|Thus sobbed he sadly and broke 24869|His day-dreams at her call, 24869|And then, with mournful words confessed 24869|His grief and wild lament. 24869|With trembling heart and broken heart, 24869|To his beloved queen he cried: 24869|“What grief I can, I will not tell, 24869|For I have far to go. 24869|At this sad hour all hopes to lead 24869|My wandering feet are fled, 24869|And, wild about the wood I run 24869|O Sítá with me would I stay. 24869|For, my dearest mother, I, 24869|So long as the sun was bright, 24869|My lord has ruled me well and oft, 24869|And often I have smiled. 24869|But see, my Sítá stands before 24869|My father’s glorious halls: 24869|Now my dear daughter is not nigh: 24869|My heart is sore dismayed.” 24869|Thus Sítá with sad voice questioned, 24869|Ere her father’s house could hear: 24869|“Sweet son, can none appear 24869|To meet thee in the forest shade? 24869|Go we, to Ráma’s help a-while, 24869|And tell my sorrows then. 24869|He ======================================== SAMPLE 23160 ======================================== 27663|In thy dark and gloomy mansion; 27663|But we know and have oft heard thee, 27663|That he, who dwells by Nature's clock, 27663|Of thy dark nature is not blind: 27663|And _Moses_ is thy brother: 27663|Who on Earth, in vain of rest, 27663|By thine aid his efforts might 27663|Help thee to light her labours. 27663|Come, thou bright, celestial light, 27663|And in this my heart-destroying night 27663|(Whose night of gloom yet more and more, 27663|With dread, and sad solicitude, 27663|Rests on my breast), whence I in vain 27663|(So vain my prayer unto Heaven!) 27663|Myself would call, and thy reply 27663|Of welcome hear, and welcome place, 27663|When I thy brother did surround, 27663|And heard the voice of my own child, 27663|His own and mother's brother, 27663|Cry aloud and wail, but fear 27663|No answer thy pure spirit bore 27663|To my kind voice, thy brother's name, 27663|From sorrow to hope would stir, 27663|Whilst I the tempest call'd afar, 27663|And then with grief my bosom fill'd, 27663|That _my_ _first_ was _my_ _last_ on earth. 27663|How oft, in yon dark, half-open'd gloam, 27663|Have I, with mournful footsteps peeping, 27663|Sought those bright, lofty walls, which, girt with cloud, 27663|Are yet enwreathed with flame by _heaven_. 27663|And at their far-off summit view'd 27663|The city's awful grandeur rising 27663|Awaits me, a dim eclipse! 27663|How oft the night, with dark, tumultuous hue, 27663|Hath, like the sun, her shadow o'er the fields 27663|Whose gushing floods the trembling fields of Spring 27663|Blush bright as his! What wild disorder fills 27663|The soul with awe, when, on the crowded bourn, 27663|Pants the young shepherd, and in throngs he runs! 27663|So throng'd I, from the crowded bourn; 27663|When sudden, the deep, sad, sweet tones of pain, 27663|Thou heard'st the anguish of my wailing maid. 27663|"Ah! what a joy it was to see 27663|"The city-dome of ancient Rome!-- 27663|"To view it, at the close of day, 27663|"When light on hill, and bird in shrub, 27663|"Sends forth their notes of music still 27663|"The song that fills the summer air. 27663|"And many a happy bird thou saw'st 27663|"Honoring her freedom in its lap 27663|"With songs of summer and of blest, 27663|"From blest chords of birds to murmuring throngs of lambs, 27663|"In music mingled with the air! 27663|"And all seemed joyous, all delightful, 27663|"With life all light, and every sense delirious. 27663|"O thou, who never yet didst forget 27663|"To visit in my shadow grief, 27663|"Where Nature, with a smile not mean, 27663|"And at my feet a little flower laid, 27663|"O thou, my life, so happy in thy shade, 27663|"[From thee, thou art so remote-- 27663|"Hither, and I in thy arms shall creep, 27663|"And by those eyes, the envy of the gods, 27663|"Shed on thy face thine orb of glory, and then 27663|"In each sweet voice, and all their music join, 27663|"Songs of my heart, that, from thy dearest one, 27663|"As from thyself, all tears in one would start; 27663|"Thy kisses, from that touch so far diffused; 27663|"Thy light and silence when I sing, and then 27663|"Thy gentle smile, so close, so blest, and calm, 27663|"And all thine art, ======================================== SAMPLE 23170 ======================================== 30282|The ting, ting, ting of the red-gold ring, 30282|The ting of the crimson ring, 30282|The ting, ting, ting of the crimson-stone; 30282|The ting, ting, ting of the ruby stone, 30282|The sward-stane, the stake-stane, 30282|The gros-waster, the gowan-baker, 30282|The proudeer, the quaker, and looke-maker, 30282|The gode-sodder, the greate greame, 30282|The shedd wanke, the shode wanke, 30282|The shreid, saucy, shedd fowkes, 30282|The haill, the hil bon, the hirmondee, 30282|The mare-burden, the mawn bon, 30282|The mackay, the mern bon, 30282|The moone, the mist, the mistywne, 30282|The more, more, more, the neuer yet nor anone 30282|That I may not let out o' the five and threes that I hate. 30282|There was a dame, 30282|And she hadde a sonnabitch, 30282|And thar was a sonnenabitch 30282|That was farre wrothe, farre bewyde 30282|And makyde her sonnenabitch 30282|With the gownder of the braw and the burthen 30282|Of all that hadde he seid. 30282|And eek thar been wyse men, 30282|And they hadde been wyse men, 30282|But they hadde ben divin'd in hir seith 30282|For the pompe of hir seith. 30282|For he was a parson, 30282|Quytey and preny, quyte ynoughe, 30282|An hart oon of lefte flaundre, 30282|That in his care was a man 30282|For his wyl, his wit, his wifnes, 30282|And for the love of hir, 30282|And wyt him for his wille; 30282|And whan that the yeer was day 30282|In all that he herde seith, 30282|And the day was at hir bedden, 30282|That she was garte, he was gone, 30282|His herte for hir was ynoune 30282|But he to his hond was hale, 30282|And was al gode herte and clean; 30282|For the yll and the walt he hadde, 30282|To speke with her, and to love her, 30282|To be his blis and felawe. 30282|Þe proude prynce of Greces, 30282|Whan his dowen was yor þat was come, 30282|And he to þe prince of Greces, 30282|Whan the princes þe kyldyn was, 30282|He made hym wade in a vallie, 30282|Wylla, & hym in þe vayle ful hyȝe, 30282|Þat halden hir hyst and hir fas, 30282|Þat halden hir hys clyf & hir hode, 30282|Þat halden hir hys cercle to sted, 30282|Þat halden hir lafte-lach, 30282|Þat hode hir middel, 30282|Þat hode hir herte, 30282|Þat hode hir wode þat hore was hyȝe. 30282|Þat wolde wrye þat wrowe wol have, 30282|Þat wolde wrye þat wroȝt wyth wod I, 30282|For to wrye þat wroȝt wode wod I, 30282|For to wrye þat wroȝt wode wod I, 30282|Forto wrye vch bry ======================================== SAMPLE 23180 ======================================== 2619|My lady-love that never leaves my side, 2619|My heart's pride, my lady-heart that springs 2619|Within my bosom, as the rose 2619|In April, when the white star 2619|Springeth up to kiss the giver: 2619|Love her the best that e'er was kissed, 2619|Or wert thou, my Lady-love. 2619|"The sea is a glass 2619|For reflecting light; 2619|The glass is broken oft, 2619|And we have need of the sea. 2619|So when thy hopes are low, 2619|And life seem dark and lone, 2619|When thou thinkest of the road, 2619|Then lookest to the sea. 2619|With thy fair white hand 2619|In the glass of the sea, 2619|Think, look, pray, smile, laugh, sing; 2619|And ere thy heart turn dark, 2619|Remember the sea! 2619|When thou thinkest of the way, 2619|And in the dusk thou seest 2619|The mountains far away, 2619|Then see if they be near; 2619|And if they love thee more, 2619|And thy dreams be truly true, 2619|Thou canst not want the way." 2619|"O, Lord, I do not care about the way: 2619|I say I know Thy path is best. 2619|If I do but choose to follow Thee, 2619|Not only am I saved,--O, then 2619|That is a gift beyond compare!" 2619|"Why shouldst thou care about the way, my child? 2619|Thou canst not see the sea, now it is near: 2619|If thou wilt but follow my steps, 2619|The sea will show thee to the end." 2619|"O, Lord, my heart will break when I look at the way; 2619|There is no help; my tears will fall. 2619|But I care for the road a little more, 2619|And I care a thousand-fifty ballys; 2619|O, let the wind be, and the waves will clear. 2619|Why should I doubt?--my heart is with Thee!" 2619|When Love and I came home from the war, 2619|I knew not that dark day,-- 2619|The long, long silent hall, 2619|Where none but your loved ones knew, 2619|We went together by-and-bye: 2619|I had not a thought of the road 2619|I must go back, I knew not why,-- 2619|My heart had a call that night, 2619|I knew not nor cared, but I went, 2619|And walked with all your hearts; 2619|And then that night, your eyes, too, 2619|For me did strange, strange eyes meet! 2619|When Love and I came back--yes, we did go, 2619|O sweet friends of long ago! 2619|Your eyes, O, sweet, sweet eyes, I knew not then! 2619|When you came back I felt such chill pain 2619|In my soul that I could not bear 2619|To look into your eyes, O, dear eyes, 2619|Because they were so tender and true; 2619|All the world has been false from the hour 2619|You came home from the war. Well, it seemed 2619|A long, long time. Let it be so! 2619|But we held fast. And the last dusk fell 2619|With a loving light upon your hair; 2619|The light of a lover's sleep in the night 2619|That follows love and all her fears; 2619|And, O, the smile in your hands! We kissed 2619|Each other there. And I felt my heart 2619|Bleed softly in my blood again. 2619|I am old, O my love, and the stars are far off 2619|Like the last leaves that fall in the springtime, flying; 2619|And the years go hurried with the sun and the rain, 2619|And my soul is young, and the days are all short for me; 2619|And the light of my life is fled and the strength of my hope 2619 ======================================== SAMPLE 23190 ======================================== 1568|As a pale, pale moon, 1568|With her silvery, silver hand outstretched 1568|Woven of moonbeams. 1568|But the sun, 1568|Whom man built like a clock, 1568|Plying his mighty task 1568|To the end of his days, 1568|Is not as other men; 1568|The thoughts in his sad heart and the pains in his feet, 1568|Are not the thoughts of others. 1568|For a star, 1568|Blinding all that it shines upon with a light 1568|So full of splendour! 1568|A man's thoughts are but thoughts, 1568|Which, as the moon lights up the sea, are of men, 1568|Which are the dreams of the sea. 1568|O lassie, I shall lo'e na my ain - 1568|Lassie, I shall lo'e me! 1568|Sae I'll sit sae trim and sae shy, 1568|Sae wistfu' and sae saucy, 1568|Nane that I hae ony lassie 1568|But the man sae waits to ca' me! 1568|For I hae o' the lave-bell, 1568|I hae o' the coo-cat auld - 1568|There I sit sae loveless and care 1568|To be aye at my ain! 1568|And I'll sit sic an oud, 1568|And I may think on my ain, 1568|But the man is a' wark as ony lassie; 1568|For me he'll aye ha'e na blithe, 1568|While to think o' nae man, 1568|Frae a' men in a' their degree - 1568|But I ha'e nane to marry! 1568|It's gude o' my spirit 1568|To think on my ain, 1568|And what I 'll do then, 1568|But the man will say some - 1568|But what will he say, 1568|When I bring nae mair? 1568|He'll say, "Forget it, sir, 1568|And gi'en up the girls!" 1568|When my lassie's aye wise, 1568|And I'm to marry 1568|Sae weel deservin' 1568|Sin' my ain is sair 1568|It is nae mair when she is a ca'. 1568|But he 'll say, "Gae look at the wood, 1568|And see what the deil can get out o' the wood," 1568|When his ain wife is aye wise, 1568|And I'm to marry 1568|Sae weel deservin' 1568|Sin' my ain is sair. 1568|My ain man has got a dirk and a coik, 1568|A hoss and a bower, 1568|They 're bare to the wet sand, 1568|They 're bare to the dung, 1568|And the lasses were bare to the wet sand. 1568|Then my laddie took from under his cloak 1568|A bit o' the mawns and a' the wind, 1568|But he kend the gude luck that he gat from it 1568|That I am to win it. 1568|But I 'm grawn frae my lassie, 1568|And I 'm grawn frae my lassie, 1568|And I ken she will get to me soon, - 1568|But her ain wif she loves, 1568|And nae langer to beguile her, 1568|But to get the lassie. 1568|Oh! my laddie, my laddie, 1568|Oh, my laddie, my laddie, 1568|How lang is your heart that 's broke, 1568|Ye 're brent sae lang awa! 1568|Oh! wha 's the soldier that 's gairden than me, 1568|That is weel content? 1568|Oh! wha 's the soldier that 's gairden than me, 1568|Is it him ======================================== SAMPLE 23200 ======================================== 16688|And in the sun's rays, 16688|While we on Earth are living, 16688|And the bright days bring the rainbow, 16688|We'll still be smiling, 16688|And we'll sing o'er and o'er, 16688|The songs that we've learned to love. 16688|Though we may not on earth enjoy it, 16688|'Tis a blessing to the heart, 16688|While the bright days come round, 16688|And the bright days bring the rainbow, 16688|To sing o'er and o'er again, 16688|The songs that were once so bright. 16688|When we come home then, we never 16688|Forget the glorious day, 16688|For as we go a-fishing, 16688|Still we sing the song of spring. 16688|We toil in summer fields; 16688|It is better that we do 16688|Than to dwell in cities; 16688|We'll not have time so soon forgot 16688|When the summer is near. 16688|We will sit and sing and smile, 16688|When the summer is near, 16688|And laugh and sing for many, many days 16688|As the summer comes around. 16688|We'll be the merry men of yore, 16688|With the gray-bearded eyes, 16688|And gray-headed lips, 16688|We will sing the song of long ago, 16688|And not forget it. 16688|We'll never, never forget 16688|The song that once we sang, 16688|While still a child we heard it 16688|In the meadows green of early years. 16688|We'll look up smiling as our mothers smiled, 16688|And listen to the sweet delight 16688|Of song's clear thrill 16688|As we think of long ago, 16688|And of the song that once we sang. 16688|When the green fields once more are near, 16688|And you take the thing that we crave, 16688|And smile at a little, little thing 16688|As we say good-bye, 16688|Oh, then, it is pleasant, sweet, to think 16688|Of all the things, as we take our ways, 16688|And we say good-by. 16688|It is lovely, lovely, lovely, dear, 16688|When the fields are still and quiet to hear 16688|The murmuring, murmuring of the bees; 16688|For when we are gone, it still is sweet 16688|To think of our beautiful, quiet day. 16688|Oh, say, how does it happen, little maid, 16688|That your little hands are always wet 16688|With the dew, with the clover, and the flowers? 16688|And will it not be so to-morrow? 16688|For the sun is shining soft on high 16688|And you are smiling with a little glee, 16688|When a little bird in the field saith, 16688|"I think we have not enough of rain." 16688|Then I think, if our gardens could grow 16688|As green as your lovely, sunny eyes, 16688|You would look very well the other way, 16688|And little boys would catch no flies. 16688|I was just on my morning march, 16688|Down the street, and never thought of you, 16688|For I am always thinking of you, 16688|And what a merry morning it is 16688|To have a match made with feet and head. 16688|The path that runs in front of me 16688|Is always only glass, and there 16688|Is nothing but glass and sand; 16688|As smooth it seems as grass to walk 16688|On one's bare foot; all ready gone 16688|Before the moment's end, 16688|As down it goes to work that's done; 16688|With everything it takes off and leaves 16688|A heap of glittering dust; 16688|For never a stone has ever met 16688|With such a silver gleam; 16688|And all along the path I pass 16688|Whose paths have never been flouted. 16688|I walk along so gay and free, 16688|And let the sand doth always run 16688|Before my footsteps, and ======================================== SAMPLE 23210 ======================================== 615|In the last days of his life, in a cave of earth. 615|With this is the cause that Hercules, born 615|At Delos, king of Delos, to a wretch 615|Who left her lord in Persia to his loss, 615|Had that fair lady wedded; this the cause 615|Who for the love she bore -- a very peer -- 615|Would that her lord had proved a suppliant 615|To her; but for her love he would not fall, 615|Nor to a beggar's lot a suppliant must. 615|In this, as in many other cause, in all 615|The rest, to love, she made him to desire, 615|And, as to law, for love is a right-born seed, 615|So that of her sweet faith he should repent. 615|But that he willed to quench his love's desire 615|With other good, in the great king's despite. 615|He in his father's palace, all on fire 615|To chase his love, in haste the youth repents 615|Of this, and to her heart by his misrule 615|And folly bears, and is so moved about, 615|That he can love no more; and, not repenting, 615|Fondly he yearns, and, for the wish that's fed, 615|Loves but her fortune, and the joys of court. 615|He, where that love the lady willed to dwell, 615|Finds, when she wills, a refuge or a place. 615|From him the woman learns the bitter cost: 615|She, so beguiled, a thousand guifts repent, 615|And all her heart is pined; she, when she feels 615|The want of him, his pleasure, and his joy, 615|Turns to a thousand shapes, a hundred shades, 615|Alluring, mean, and mean-like, to the heart, 615|And is with sighs and tears a wasting fire; 615|And with most bitter tears is burnt the youth. 615|She for his sake the bitter grief endured, 615|Nor ceased till she beguiles his life in hell. 615|At such a place of evil, evil end, 615|He, of his heart, which from the day it sprung, 615|For love had been the only means to get, 615|And that so willingly, for her alone, 615|He had beguiled the warrior, that he knew 615|The same was no false tale told by the maid; 615|Who of himself had been the source of ill, 615|In hope of hers, and his for hers to sway. 615|Now, to her grief, she knows not why, he stayed 615|Beneath that castle-gate; because it lies 615|At that short cut, from either passage both, 615|Which, when the bow-string is broken, cut both. 615|That castle to her thence conveyed her sound 615|Of consolatory thoughts, when she would 615|Have given herself to other; so her doom 615|Would have endured without furthering sorest woe, 615|She was a victim to her wish to die. 615|The knight willed her life; the lady heard, 615|Though not without a pause; he told her where 615|His birth had been, and where it should be spent; 615|And what to her the knight in future state 615|Should do, or not to do, that her should taste; 615|And what to her was promised, and beside 615|To him in charge should her entrust to guide. 615|And, to fulfil her hopes and her desire, 615|Borne on wings of love, he to the castle hies, 615|The damsel and the knight, in hopes to keep, 615|And hold the goodly arms in goodly strain; 615|And such as well the damsel's wish can win, 615|Sore, in her heart, for him, by him to cheer. 615|Her from that castle to the palace hies, 615|With every thing that by the dame she need. 615|Her in the palace is with courteous cheer, 615|But, as she sees her lord in strange affray, 615|She falls in love's deep confusion at the sight; 615|So that she sees not on her face what wight 615|And every single one she could discover. 615|For to that chamber's entrance they descry 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 23220 ======================================== 2294|Like the old-time wind-riven tree that 2294|Turns to-day to a golden flower. 2294|And if I'd live to be her bride, 2294|My bride, I'd go with her to wed, 2294|And stand, among the white, white years, 2294|Beside her in the moonlight, May! 2294|She's all a-smitten with a bird; 2294|An ivory crone he's a-wing-ing; 2294|She stands in the moonlight, May! 2294|I know of a song-bird that's flown 2294|From her eyes' golden mirror. In 2294|The olden times, at night, he flew 2294|Till his feathers were like gold, 2294|And the sun like a shining silver shell 2294|Of emerald glowed on his breast. 2294|And there is that one bird among all 2294|Of his kind I think the best-known. 2294|His beak is a-gleam with a scar 2294|As scarbed with fire as her eyes; 2294|And his eyes beamed gold in the moonlight, 2294|As the sea-pearls are gold to-night. 2294|My mother-in-law, her hair dishevelled, 2294|I've seen in my mother-in-law's eyes 2294|The silver sky of my childhood's South 2294|Like a golden mirror shining in 2294|Of all the old memories of me. 2294|And, if we were living, I know 2294|What little things my mother-in-law 2294|Would say unto me from the heart, 2294|Before I should see the sun: 2294|"I am the woman who has taught you, 2294|O dear heart, to make haste to be 2294|A woman just as I can be, 2294|And just as I am to help you. 2294|For I am here; and to-night, my dear, 2294|Go back to your castle in the Spring. 2294|For we can meet, and see the light, 2294|And we may sing in each other's eyes." 2294|I was a boy once when we laughed together; 2294|A child just born when they laughed together; 2294|A child of twenty-one years then, 2294|Just one of us two, and just as wild. 2294|But now I am a man grown old, 2294|In the light with no more hope of rest; 2294|And the gods loved me when I used to play 2294|In the fields, beneath the open sky. 2294|I had a little room in the house, 2294|'Twas big enough for them and me, 2294|And where the water was there ran ice 2294|And where the fire was bright glowed the pine. 2294|The snow fell well in the halls of the house. 2294|We could hear the howling of the wind 2294|In the garden ways where the blossoms were. 2294|And we laughed in the sunshine the whole day, 2294|As young and old went out at dawn, 2294|To the games the great gods had planned, 2294|In the halls of the house of the Elves. 2294|One, two, three, four, five, a four, 2294|Afar the light was gleaming. 2294|Afar the singing maidens 2294|Threw the red flower of desire. 2294|The three little boys all at once, 2294|With long dry fingers, touched it. 2294|They touched it. They touched it, 2294|And the fragrance that lingers in it 2294|Is a pleasant thing to the elves, 2294|To the maidens of the elves. 2294|So each of them has a little flower 2294|That he loves, and never enough, 2294|And each one lives in her little room, 2294|And never enough to fill it. 2294|_Chorus:_ No wonder the elves loved them, 2294|For they were so sweet and fair. 2294|But the little boys they could not be 2294|The princes of the human race. 2294|They lived in a little narrow room, 2294|And they could not get up ======================================== SAMPLE 23230 ======================================== 2294|The sea-rocks of the island, 2294|Are not thy shore's, O beautiful? 2294|There is an ancient tale that the ocean 2294|Is a little heaven beneath the sea, 2294|And the ocean is the sea as God did birth it. 2294|The sea-roses and the sea-weed nod it 2294|And the sun-coral lifts herself high 2294|In air above the white-winged gulls' froth, 2294|Then sinks again. 2294|The ship is sunk 2294|And rests from out the dreary sea, 2294|And no eye ever again will gaze 2294|On it, though it be there again. 2294|It was not made to lie idle 2294|In the endless quest for the sun, 2294|Or to sink low down into the sea 2294|To be caught by the oar's wild motion 2294|And shriek and die. 2294|It was made to rise, 2294|And still and fearless, and strong and strong, 2294|And it answered one call alone. 2294|The oar is broken, the ship is down: 2294|It answered; it answered, it answered, 2294|At last. 2294|"What is the tale the sea-roses tell 2294|Before they vanish in the sun? 2294|They tell thee it is the true thing said 2294|By some fair little shepherdess 2294|Who lived and sang long ago." 2294|"O then," the ship said, "Tell me true 2294|What can thy sister's tale be?" 2294|Then the ship sank low once more, 2294|And the sea-roses told in truth 2294|To the sea-wind like the wind. 2294|It was over night; the ship was under way 2294|And through the darkness the fog of dawn was blown. 2294|They were coming to the haven, they were coming back, 2294|They would sink down in that harbor of all the world. 2294|Sinking low and low as ever they came in sea, 2294|Forth from the ship the breeze-shaft and the anchor went; 2294|The fog of dawn was brightening as they went and came, 2294|And the ship seemed living, only it was not dead. 2294|The wind kept chanting over her all his song, 2294|It echoed in the long-drawn cadence of the song: 2294|"O sea, go to my mountain and hold me high, 2294|O sea, go to the sea-lark and speak to him, 2294|O sea, go to me and tell me what thou wilt, 2294|And bid him bring me down to thee, 2294|And bid him bring me down to thee. 2294|"And I will come to thee and stay all day with thee, 2294|And I will leave at night in the twilight to thee. 2294|And the wind would wind me close by thee 2294|Till I heard the night wind on the hill-side sing, 2294|And the light of day would burn upon me year by year. 2294|And I would not look up, but down, like the sea, 2294|In the old way, and in a hollow of the sea, 2294|And in a deep sleep, far away, 2294|In a deep sleep ever deeper than the sleep of death." 2294|The waves began to dance for joy at that bare words said, 2294|The waves upon the sands began to dance, they did not move. 2294|Out of the ocean waves began to rise up once more, 2294|And they were white and white and white as my heart's desire, 2294|And the waves upon the sands ceased to dance. 2294|But still the waters kept on dancing and rolling in, 2294|And the ship lay motionless and she sank down, down, down, 2294|And the wind came sighing to the land and said "There they lie;" 2294|And the waves were silent and the ship began to rock, 2294|And the sea-rocks were lifting and the ship began to fall, 2294|And the sands beneath the sun were shivering and dark, 2294|The wind came wailing up from the shallows, and said, "O thou: 2294|O sea, ======================================== SAMPLE 23240 ======================================== 19221|My soul is like the dew that rests 19221|On summer-flowers half buried: 19221|When morning comes, its precious worth 19221|Marks its freshness only--never 19221|Marks its healthful influence. 19221|So, when the joyous world will ring 19221|With mirth-encrusted praises, 19221|I shall not take my blind, dusky place 19221|Beneath the general din; 19221|But when, with voices soft and sweet, 19221|Larks shall pipers music raise, 19221|When the dancing sexes shall be there, 19221|And women poets too! 19221|If haply I have touched your fancy 19221|With images bright and lovely, 19221|Such as the sunbeams of June adorn, 19221|Or the first early morning gleam; 19221|If from that blessed region of light 19221|I have of hope received deliverance, 19221|I do beseech you, mirth and patience, 19221|Let my strains now rest in darkness! 19221|For I have laboured to paint the life 19221|Of one who passed from glory's triumph, 19221|While dark troubles attend his shade. 19221|The gods have pity on his soul: 19221|But I have vowed revenge upon heaven, 19221|That such should prove a barren figment; 19221|And thus, unceasing as the years roll, 19221|Have formed and formed have formed my war, 19221|My war to wage against the morning, 19221|And all her starry host at night. 19221|With a song of winds and sunshine, 19221|Maiden, I will seek the mountain; 19221|There will I abide by the mountain, 19221|And there study all thou art telling; 19221|And I will bind the notes to twine 19221|Round the blue mountains of the heaven. 19221|And I will set this palm-tree at thy feet, 19221|Which will luxuriantly rise by day, 19221|And will make even faery winters 19221|Beset with sweet delight at night. 19221|And thou shalt say when thou art free 19221|Of all those gloomy haunts and haunts of cares: 19221|When thou hast learnt to reign amid 19221|The scenes and chances of the heart, 19221|Remember me when others wail: 19221|For me thou shalt arise by dawn 19221|And take the balm that frees the slave. 19221|There is a garden in her face 19221|Where roses and white lilies blow; 19221|A heavenly paradise it is, 19221|With sea-nymphs and demigods 19221|All in a pleasant, dreamy space 19221|At thy right hand, and by night 19221|The lily and the narcissus, 19221|The crimson and yellow crimsons, 19221|Lying close together, near 19221|Those immortal beauties thrown 19221|Like stars before the chariot-rings, 19221|Or as the tokens of a queen! 19221|And I have loved it ever since 19221|When little of earth I knew; 19221|I gazed into that angel-cheek, 19221|And felt my heart expand. 19221|But ah! how deep the dark 19221|And silent mystery of love! 19221|How many a holy mystery 19221|Has grown and wasted like that heart, 19221|Which love hath made a desert land 19221|Whereon to build her noontide reign! 19221|But ah! how deep the dark 19221|And silent mystery of love! 19221|There is a garden in her face 19221|Which flowers have left untended; 19221|Where virgin-buds, with noonday light, 19221|Have died untended. 19221|But ah! how deep the dark 19221|And silent mystery of love! 19221|It is a pit of cobwebs fair 19221|Where no one walks and never mocks: 19221|The prison where no foot can trod 19221|Is painted with flowers. 19221|But ah! how deep the dark 19221|And silent mystery of love! 19221|There is a garden in her face 19221|Which roses never blow ======================================== SAMPLE 23250 ======================================== 615|Or if from either quarter thou desire 615|Thine own and future life to save; or make 615|Or save a few; thyself, save thou preserve." 615|And now, though few, there was a knight or two 615|Which showed some reserve, and each their skill 615|Thought not to shun; yet could not well confine 615|Their service to a short or a long space. 615|In such wise, with different thought and course, 615|As the event was in their cunning wrought, 615|They stood for ever in the fight undecided, 615|Though, from the first, opposed they could not join. 615|One of that squadron, with whom Rogero fares, 615|The foremost, had the foeman's left and right, 615|And made a bridge that all the squadron closed, 615|Till the last gap was bridged, and either train 615|To the extreme mid-circle ran in vain; 615|So that at length a bridge the battle spanned; 615|And on that front each followed his disdain: 615|The other squadrons held and kept the rear, 615|And were with all their host within their view. 615|Rogero would his heart have melted with, 615|By that ill end, but that he did forbear; 615|Who felt his bosom's pain, and took such heed 615|To save from fire his squire and friend, as he 615|Could bear, was he not forced to yield his horse 615|To the cavalier in whom he thought to hide; 615|For that the warrior, whom the Moorish king, 615|And him, and others, had in act or word 615|To take him, would the Christian lord allow 615|Not in exchange, but to his lady wed. 615|"Would he had never, could he but possess, 615|That warrior, who from me is banished, I; 615|Rogero's valiant squadrons and his lance, 615|And he his good sword and spear, that warrior's pride; 615|But, lo! he is our friend, and he is gone: 615|But not for me, that he whom I enthrall, 615|Him will I slay, and with the loss of him 615|Will make my shame, if I have cause to boast; 615|Nor him that heeds us not within his ear, 615|(So goodly is the man) will he allow." 615|Rogero said -- a warrior to be saved, 615|A warrior that himself would slay and seize -- 615|"The rest thou shall demand for my reward: 615|My reward, if thou refuse me both." 615|To lift his eyes had the goodly knight 615|Raised them in prayer, and, with grateful eyes, 615|That he the combat should not choose to see, 615|And, for his knight's sake, with noble joy, 615|He to the king conferred the fight to wend. 615|"In me, if him thou wilt believe," said Rogero, 615|(The Moorish champion, who Rogero sought) 615|"Myself will he in martial field engage 615|With one who shall not him endure alone. 615|So shall he win my lady to be thine, 615|And make my lady free from servitude." 615|Rogero makes reply, and with good might 615|The youth his answer to his lord presents: 615|"It is enough that, to avenge this wrong, 615|With thee he shall not take the kingdom's spoil, 615|Rogero, his own brother is to-day 615|His wedded dame, as here, to be agreed. 615|"What though I slay the Christian lord of Spain, 615|I with the dame will make amends to thee. 615|If one of thine shall him endure, I thine 615|Will not withhold my right of choice, if need. 615|In so far as I the man choose by right -- 615|In so far he shall in arms have my aid." 615|-- His brother's plight he then so well content, 615|That will Rogero's will his will appear, 615|And with his sword pursue the Moorish knight, 615|Whom he has banished from the imperial dome. 615|The warrior, while he thus his own espied, 615|Bewildered, nor could he rest a single hour, 615|Till it was midnight; when, with ready hand, ======================================== SAMPLE 23260 ======================================== 13649|Tiny, and shy, and dainty, 13649|Little, brown, and pretty, 13649|Pretty, little Brownie, 13649|Never thought I of it! 13649|"If a cow could only 13649|Go one minute, 13649|How she'd treat a man!" 13649|So his little Brownie friends, 13649|And the neighbours round about, 13649|Whispering: "Ah! that's the hour! 13649|How he'd treat a cow!" 13649|Little Brownie plays a game 13649|Of chicken with the folks; 13649|He falls down and spoils his hat, 13649|And in dismay he runs back 13649|And leaves them both alone. 13649|Says he: "What's the use of chicken? 13649|'Tis a silly game to play." 13649|But the neighbour Brownie says: 13649|"I cannot quite see why 13649|You keep on messing about the fence, 13649|For you're about as dull as d--d as I." 13649|But the little Brownie laughs: 13649|"Nobody furs the fence about! 13649|'Tisn't dull, 'tisn't silly, 13649|'Tis a rouse-pot moment!" 13649|So he plays the chicken, 13649|Playing on the wood, 13649|And his play's a hit. 13649|"Now, tell me," said the neighbour Brownie, 13649|"How is it that you both 13649|Are of such excellent temper? 13649|You two seem all jolly!" 13649|Says the little Brownie: 13649|"We've been quite ill, my dear, 13649|But we're both both well enough; 13649|I could eat if I wished, as they can sing, 13649|But I'm sure I shouldn't sing _so_ much." 13649|Funny! as I write this, 13649|Merry! as I think, 13649|Pleasant! as I sip it, 13649|Sad! as I see it! 13649|Sad! as a drop of rain 13649|Sets its happy glass to me! 13649|But where is my child that I left 13649|Thus far on the everlasting sea? 13649|Has she gone to the city of fair trees, 13649|Has she come back to my arms again? 13649|I had a little child, and she died, 13649|And I lost mine out on the sand; 13649|And I don't know how much I loved her, 13649|But I loved mine, with a love as great 13649|And a love as deep as the sea. 13649|O that my heart were just as big as my breast, 13649|As big as a chest of gold, 13649|And I lie down and sleep at night, 13649|Underneath the sea to lie, 13649|Underneath the sea to sleep, 13649|Underneath the sea, 13649|To sleep, to sleep, 13649|Underneath the sea. 13649|He's been a-fishing; he has risen so late, and gone to sea, 13649|But here's a rib and here's a hook I got at five-o'clock last week; 13649|O it is true that I'm old and I'm weary and I wish that I were 13649|When I was a little one, 13649|And you were a swallow, kitten, kitten; 13649|I never made a noise 13649|So often that children could hear you, kitten. 13649|In your bright eye-sockets 13649|And in your dainty paws, kitten, kitten, 13649|How I remember you then, kitten, kitten, 13649|And how often you made a noise, kitten, noise. 13649|How often you peep, 13649|And often you laugh, 13649|With the voice of a baby kitten, kitten, kitten. 13649|And why did I love you so, kitten, kitten, 13649|When all the birds were asleep, kitten, kitten, 13649|And the stars were all in the sky, kitten, kitten? 13649|And all the merry things that you made a noise, kitten, noise? 13649|And why did I leave you, ======================================== SAMPLE 23270 ======================================== 1365|As the sea-mew with sombre wing 1365|Chants o'er barren isles of Friesland 1365|Till the sun and storm are o'er; 1365|While the long shadows of the night 1365|Fell with weight of stars on weight of cloud, 1365|And the sea roared like the mighty oak, 1365|And the moon was darkened o'er 1365|With a darkness never dreamt of yet 1365|In the lands of a fairy song! 1365|Ages and centuries fade and wane, 1365|Till all forgotten be 1365|As a cloud, that one day shall disappear! 1365|And we may see the sea from shore 1365|In a far-off land of dreams 1365|That is to us no more to be, 1365|As it once was, a name 1365|But a sound of waters dark and vast, 1365|And the night with darkness on her brow! 1365|For we never shall see the sea 1365|Till it comes to the sea again 1365|To mourn for what has become of thee! 1365|A song is written of love: but how shall it 1365|Win, when the heart is not understood? 1365|A song of ancient love is sung 1365|In silence; but love will sing 1365|Even as a song of old time. 1365|And the sound it makes is old and sweet, 1365|But the words seem not to be old, 1365|And the music too is familiar. 1365|The old world's song is on the tongue 1365|To us, the new world's music, sung. 1365|From land to land and sea to sea 1365|The Song of Song is borne, and gone 1365|Where the eyes have never seen it. 1365|And it sings in our ears as thus:-- 1365|"The old world's song is on the tongue." 1365|"The song of the old days and the war-time, 1365|"With the sword by the hearth-side, 1365|And the song of the old men and maidens 1365|"Who were fair as the dawn, 1365|When the day was fair and the night as fair, 1365|"The song of the old times and the war-time," 1365|The poet's thought runs on! 1365|"I hear it in the dark and the dearth, 1365|In the heart of the world's year; 1365|And I see it in the joy and the agony 1365|Of the world's full year of growth. 1365|"And it speaks of the grand old heroes 1365|Who bore the weight of the wrong 1365|With the sun on their brows, and the strength of the mist 1365|On their path to the fight! 1365|"The song of the old days and the war-time, 1365|"And the battle and the strife, 1365|The march of the long years that stretched before them, 1365|"The thunder of battle and of strife! 1365|"The song of the old days and the war-time, 1365|"And the clash of their arms and of spears! 1365|"Oh, toil, and the strife and the joy, 1365|That was joy unto all of them, 1365|"The song of the old days and the war-time, 1365|"And the toil of the strong men! 1365|"There are days of glory in my days, 1365|There are nights of rest in days of strife; 1365|But the song of my song I make no comparison, 1365|That it shall gain in fame. 1365|"For there are days of struggle and strife, 1365|And there are nights of rest, 1365|But the sound of my song is unbroken, 1365|That to me it is gone!" 1365|There is a poem in the world of our fathers that speaks of the 1365|The night has a thousand eyes, 1365|And the wind a thousand feet, 1365|And the moon a thousand years 1365|Has blown it with a power 1365|That never yet has done 1365|What this strange poem in our darkness is 1365|To my sense it seems to say: 1365|"There is no ======================================== SAMPLE 23280 ======================================== 34331|"_Ch'i! Chi!" said my love, 34331|As she laid upon my knee, 34331|Hood, and kirtle, and cincture too; 34331|"_Ch'i! Chi!" said my love, 34331|And, "Ch'i!" said she down below; 34331|"_Ch'i! Chi!" said my love-- 34331|As she danced, and danced, and danced; 34331|Ch'i! Chi! said she down below. 34331|And the sun, from all his heaven at noon, 34331|Sank on the pines with all his might, 34331|As if he feared he should not see 34331|What he had seen all day. 34331|He sate down beneath and saw the sun, 34331|Watching his waning orb with ire; 34331|He stood above and watched it set, 34331|Watching it fall and rise. 34331|He gathered stars and dust together, 34331|And cast them down into the sky, 34331|That they might change and mingle yet 34331|Into one light and one delight; 34331|He gathered stars and dust together, 34331|And flung them star-like from his hand, 34331|Into one dark and one ardor, 34331|Into one and o'erwhelming joy. 34331|"Ch'i! Chi!" said my love, 34331|As she danced, and danced, and danced; 34331|Ch'i! Chi! said she down below; 34331|Ch'i! Chi! said she down below. 34331|From the hills where she was wont to be, 34331|With the flowers of her past life blooming fair,-- 34331|From her home in the pines of Chino, 34331|To yon happy heaven and heavenly home, 34331|To the heaven of her lover's kiss. 34331|As the shadows of the stars she cast 34331|O'er her fond heart and memory dear. 34331|Down the hill they came; and a blithe boy 34331|Led the van:--they danced like anything: 34331|There was music in every step. 34331|They walked across the green earth side, 34331|And, with hands like serpents twined, 34331|Turned with me in dancing rows 34331|Till they bore each other far. 34331|They sang, and the trees in music broke 34331|Over the stream the wild notes flew; 34331|Ceased, in the moonlight's crystal glow, 34331|The music of the forest trees. 34331|I know that the earth now would open 34331|To welcome them; and with their voice 34331|She would cry, "O, love," and in gladness 34331|The heavens would answer "Yes!" 34331|I know how the stars would shine, 34331|How sweet would the birds be, 34331|And the light of life's beginnings 34331|Make the blood go cold. 34331|I know how the stars would shine; 34331|I know how they work so 34331|With the quick, clear, miraculous 34331|Grapes that make life sweet. 34331|I know of a fountain where they 34331|Would bathe but seldom tread, 34331|They love it, and would come again 34331|A thirsty earth loves best; 34331|They sing it, and they often go 34331|Far from it, forsooth. 34331|I know the stars can show 34331|The ways with God that I 34331|Should love with a love that would 34331|Shed a streamer fair. 34331|Ah, life was sweet then, 34331|When, to its rest and home, 34331|The forest, like a queen, 34331|Neath the moon's soft lustre lay 34331|And loved you, night and day! 34331|When the leaves were still, and a wind blew 34331|To scold the earth, and scold and scold, 34331|And it made the moon look blue, 34331|And the stars were like a line of blue 34331|Above, around, underneath. 34331|Ah, it was sweet then, 34331|When, for the leaves' comfort yet, 34331| ======================================== SAMPLE 23290 ======================================== 4369|She was so full of faith, 4369|That I thought her so strange, 4369|Even she could understand. 4369|One day when she saw a bird, 4369|In a wood so close 4369|That the birds could hardly hear her 4369|I knew I could not. 4369|She asked me what it was; 4369|I answered that it was birdie... 4369|This was all of her talk. 4369|But when at last she fell asleep 4369|I came to my bliss. 4369|My heart is like a little bell, 4369|I would gladly sing to it all day long, 4369|But when the sun is low down in the sky, 4369|As soon as the day is over, I know 4369|The time is coming when I shall never sing. 4369|In the dawn I would sing for a thousand days, 4369|I would sing for one yellow year, 4369|But when the daylight has sunk in the night, 4369|I know that my song is done. 4369|For in the evening, the sun is not here, 4369|And in the evening, it is too soon-- 4369|The world has a right to dread, because when God opens 4369|The doors for me to be born, 4369|I shall never dare to sing. 4369|I sing in the morning, 4369|I sing in the evening, 4369|In the afternoon there I shall never sing. 4369|I sing the whole day long, 4369|But when the sun goes down, 4369|I know I shall never sing. 4369|I know a place, a small place by the sea, 4369|And there is a cottage on an island by the sea. 4369|A green and lovely face from the world does pass, 4369|And she is very young and innocent and sweet and fair. 4369|She sings a little childish song, which is so rare, 4369|Which is all praise to her. I know a place, a garden 4369|Where she and her playmates meet, 4369|And here a little green child comes with a smile, 4369|And her name is Lottie Blue. 4369|And I have a little garden of my own--it is growing, 4369|And I shall have a little flower-pot outside beside. 4369|But, oh, I want a little house 4369|Where I may build my little green house, 4369|A house for Lottie Blue-- 4369|Her name is beautiful-- 4369|Her face is sweet to me. 4369|And I will bring my little garden in, and there sit, 4369|And watch my little girl, my Lottie Blue-- 4369|Her name is beautiful-- 4369|Her cheeks are red and sweet. 4369|I have waited long and long, 4369|Watching to see her come, 4369|Watching in a strange city, 4369|Waiting under a night-- 4369|That night was strange--the day was old, 4369|Night brings no rest for me, 4369|Night brings no sleep for her--Lottie Blue 4369|She who sings so wild and sweet, 4369|She who never was born, 4369|She who sits with her mother 4369|Bowing her white white head-- 4369|I see that child must grow. 4369|Like a little little flower, 4369|Lottie Blue's white flower, 4369|When I come again to see her, 4369|How shall I greet her-- 4369|Havana! Can you tell me where 4369|Is the garden that my girl must go to? 4369|Taste--how long it has been sitting in the grass, 4369|Taste--has it seen any change, 4369|Or will the air be warmer? 4369|Has it tasted any food? 4369|Has it heard any sound? 4369|Has it heard a sound of a river, 4369|Or a sound of a tree? 4369|Do they have any songs for her, 4369|Does she know a thing for song? 4369|Havana! Can you tell me where 4369|Is the garden that my girl must go to? 4369|Cup-board, board, ======================================== SAMPLE 23300 ======================================== 19226|Oh, no! I had my lot, and oh! it was no lot! 19226|My lot of sorrow,--though the world, 19226|In pity, smiled as 'twere too soon, 19226|And the fair sun was set,--but the world was set! 19226|The dark, still water, that we lay 19226|Amid, was a face that smiled, 19226|And a hand drew us with the light! 19226|But it never was more fair, 19226|Nor the face was more serene, 19226|Nor the water aught could tell, 19226|As we watched and looked and prayed! 19226|I, too, am a part of the stream; 19226|I stand on its brink, and its tides 19226|Of silver run down the cliff, 19226|And the water-nymphs who dwell 19226|In the hills of the blue-grass say, 19226|"It is his life!" I am a part of the stream. 19226|I stood on the verge of its tide, 19226|And its waters of pearl and gold 19226|Came up and glittered and shone, 19226|And the flowers, a dusky row, 19226|Put out their lotus buds in glee, 19226|And the birds in their joy did wade. 19226|I looked up at its marge, and I 19226|Saw, with its current's whirling sweep, 19226|Up the beach among the ships, 19226|A floating city shining bright 19226|Where the waves a-flutter and run,-- 19226|O'er a bridge of coral and stones, 19226|Over a canal's gleaming track, 19226|We came upon a palace-wall, 19226|Where the lighted lanterns shine 19226|Under the archway's fairy dim, 19226|And down which, a zigzag path, 19226|Rears the lofty dome to heaven. 19226|A little past the wall it moves; 19226|A little past, the light is past; 19226|And then the wall is there--but, ah! 19226|I never could the light behold 19226|Of an island--I never could see 19226|The floating islands anywhere! 19226|I wonder how they ever come 19226|From the great world and the deep world forth 19226|To that shore, beneath whose wall 19226|There the sun shines but once a year,-- 19226|To that wall, and one that's seen by none 19226|With any light, for the moon no place 19226|For the moon to play with,--no spot 19226|When to and fro she darts around, 19226|Except upon a little isle 19226|That sinks by the banks of a small stream, 19226|And there she lies in a little boat, 19226|That is fair to sight, for she floats by 19226|For miles and miles about her island home. 19226|And I could sit upon the shore 19226|And gaze my face against the sky 19226|Of that little lake, and only think 19226|Of earth and the moon, and the sea and I! 19226|The moon and I have grown old and cold. 19226|I think the sun, with his golden smile, 19226|Is scarcely a light to you and me. 19226|But, if the moon were a good girl too, 19226|And moved with me, like this, through all the years, 19226|For all time and all times, and in all places, 19226|It would make the world a sweet place, I hope, 19226|And bring us to a place of joy and peace, 19226|Where the green garden, where the butterflies 19226|Blossom and live, would bring us at last to sit 19226|By the blue-grass well and drink our lemonade. 19226|We sat and laughed and talked about the stars, 19226|And what they would do in the days to be, 19226|When we were old and strong and had a mind 19226|Alluring to the eyes of all our children. 19226|How they would smile in the great winter nights, 19226|With the cold wreathing of their silver hair 19226|And the pale white faces of the great stars; 19226|In the wide summertime ======================================== SAMPLE 23310 ======================================== 1287|Is a very precious blessing 1287|For thee, who, with faith and joy, 1287|Still dost to heaven ascend! 1287|I know indeed, with truth, 1287|That the Holy Scriptures 1287|With their sacred laws 1287|Cannot be all fulfilled. 1287|For we, as our life must last, 1287|Must through various actions stray. 1287|But the God we serve 1287|Wills that we be guided 1287|By our own good gifts alone. 1287|All our works are our reward; 1287|For when we our task have crowned, 1287|God is God in all things done! 1287|And he whose hands the hammer fill, 1287|Than he whose is the mighty hammer fill. 1287|Thus I see the whole divine plan 1287|Which we all, to-day, are forging, 1287|Which we all, to-day, are forging. 1287|I am not quite certain, I see, 1287|If indeed we can here agree; 1287|I'd hold the higher rank seemably,-- 1287|Could we but ever leave it this. 1287|But, if we have the best of friends, 1287|Who will love and sympathize, 1287|As here we do together, 1287|Then surely, truly, truly true, 1287|Our hearts, their hearts, their hearts will be. 1287|As to the things of all ilk, 1287|Which go, by turns, abroad and home, 1287|From this heart now what a change! 1287|For as your own heart-beats play, 1287|The world itself is but a sigh. 1287|And when to this world I'm going, 1287|Thou, too, may'st leave it, by its ways, 1287|And seek to set thy place apart. 1287|But if the world is all too wide, 1287|Thou wilt then, too, not be confined, 1287|For if I, thy faithful friend, 1287|In this world cannot yet see in thee 1287|Such friends both in a body found, 1287|My heart with both its loves may join. 1287|And though 'tis well, and I earnestly 1287|Would be thy companion, still 1287|The thing is not so, the thing 1287|Can never happen at the instant, 1287|And that is why, I'm free to leave it; 1287|For thou wilt love no other man, 1287|Thou would'st not love this another, 1287|Thou wilt like us the best, and love 1287|If ever such may be. 1287|If, then, I only still remain 1287|A man to whom I can belong, 1287|To whom thou wilt to all apply, 1287|O'er one another's life bestow it 1287|As on the best thou lovest thee; 1287|And love I say not love of gain, 1287|For gain I deem not there the same; 1287|For in the life-time thou shalt find 1287|No wealth of gain, nor want, nor toil. 1287|No, thou wilt make to me a pledge 1287|That thou would'st always love me ever 1287|And love I say not love of pride, 1287|For in it no one can be proud 1287|When by thy hand he's loved and blest. 1287|And though our friends, in the past, 1287|Seem strange to thee, my spirit said, 1287|Love, the true beauty, thou alone 1287|Would give it to the heart in part. 1287|And since with these I now abide 1287|I, too, thou, for the Love that stands 1287|With me, could'st love, I too in that 1287|Would have, could love, in this, the whole. 1287|But let's not now, with joyous cries, 1287|Lovingly thus be calling each, 1287|In each heart-beat, still a heart 1287|For the dear love that he feels! 1287|How strange it is, when all's done, 1287|So soon to leave life's cheerful dream, 1287|To wake at eve, to ======================================== SAMPLE 23320 ======================================== 1304|O, you're a lovely girl, 1304|As fine as the brightest star, 1304|And as fair as the fairest flower; 1304|The world is a jolly-making crew, 1304|So you and I will make a tune 1304|To the song of our native village 1304|The world has grown to be a roar: 1304|The sea is hissing in his wrath, 1304|The sand is seething with the red tide; 1304|The winds are a-blowing masthead-hurt 1304|And the waves are a-blowing up the sea-side. 1304|I have met but one man since I was lad, 1304|And he is a drunkard, 1304|When he speaks and drinks a bit-- 1304|O, there is a drop of gall 1304|In that wine of his mouth, 1304|Or a drop--a lick--of water, 1304|As the world has grown to be a roar; 1304|There is a drop--a drop--of gall 1304|In his mouth, 1304|There is a drop of water. 1304|There is a drop--a drop--of water-- 1304|That will make the world go boom: 1304|That will make the world go boom: 1304|A drop of gall 1304|In that wine of his mouth 1304|Or a drop--a lick--of water, 1304|As the world has grown to be a boom; 1304|There is a lick--a lick--of water-- 1304|That will make the world go boom: 1304|There is a lick--a lick--of water-- 1304|That will make the world go boom: 1304|Is there, O there is, O there is, 1304|In that wine of his mouth 1304|That will make the world go boom: 1304|Is there, O there is, O there is, 1304|In his merry merry mouth, 1304|A drop of gall 1304|In that wine of his mouth 1304|Or a lick--a lick--of water! 1304|I WILL be just, and I WILL be fair, 1304|I will not blush, I will not change my mind, 1304|And when at last the moment shall come 1304|When I must give my honest word and no, 1304|If I can turn my true intention 'round, 1304|I care not whether it's to marry, or not: 1304|I care as little for either point as you. 1304|But still, as your good wife, you never can tell 1304|Whether my speech, or tone, or work will prove 1304|To be far, or near, or simply suited 1304|To some good end,--nor can you see 1304|That, when I say my vows, I mean them so 1304|Intended, by that loving soul, which died 1304|In fault of itself,--and whose marriage you, 1304|Being of age to give your votes or votes, 1304|Should well forewarn you of the meaning of. 1304|You will not understand. You can but keep 1304|Whate'er, as I may think it best, I say; 1304|And even what I not understand. 1304|I WILL make use of all the arts at my command-- 1304|Painting and singing and driving all else to flight, 1304|And making such pictures of myself as none 1304|Could make of any living thing before; 1304|To suit with the new notions of my mind, 1304|Shall find a ready way, and go on growing still. 1304|I will be pleased to let the ladies go, 1304|Whose tastes are not the ladies' by any means, 1304|But whose ideas are still much more pleasing, 1304|Because they are sensible of little things; 1304|I will not have them be coarse about their shape, 1304|Or be too long in their tail, or drop their clothes. 1304|But still, as I am just beginning to grow, 1304|I will do my best to show it as it is; 1304|I will not cease to be myself; and, if not, 1304|Still I will be so that the world may understand. 1304|There's one is ready to ======================================== SAMPLE 23330 ======================================== 1382|The airy earth and moon. 1382|And yet to us is seen this truth 1382|That life is nothing else: 1382|That when we think it dead 1382|Our fancy lives. 1382|The spirit of a child 1382|Is there, and in her voice 1382|I hear her little feet. 1382|She knows the words that pass 1382|From lip and cheek and eye: 1382|And when they falter, she 1382|Can fix the error where: 1382|And in her own the trust 1382|And tenderness she knows. 1382|She has no fear that she 1382|Her father or her mother 1382|Or mother-in-law will lose, 1382|Or yet with anger fret. 1382|She sees and knows and loves 1382|The place and blood and birth: 1382|And what she fears is Love. 1382|She makes her mind prepare 1382|For a mystery unknown. 1382|In the great city of gold, 1382|As in an earthly shrine, 1382|Thy voice hath ever been 1382|In my heart. 1382|She that hath you for her lord 1382|Hath you, her lord: 1382|She shall love thee as she may, 1382|For she knows you, O sun. 1382|Her heart she hath within her 1382|As ours in ours: 1382|And she is happy with that. 1382|She looks on thy face and makes 1382|Thee glad: 1382|And if her heart should grow faint 1382|She cannot tell it, so 1382|She is yours: 1382|My love is yours. 1382|For you there is no birth 1382|But is sweet; 1382|Nor flight of bird nor cloud 1382|But is sweet: 1382|For you there is no death 1382|But is death: 1382|My love is yours. 1382|Her name in that great city 1382|Is ever dear: 1382|And as her name is sweet 1382|So is her name sweet: 1382|My love is yours: 1382|My love is yours. 1382|If I have loved you, love her, 1382|Have loved her, love her, love her, 1382|Have loved her, love her, love her, 1382|I love her, give her mine. 1383|I am the poet and the poet is mine! 1383|She is the singer that has sung his praise! 1383|She that with many eyes to-hear him bow, 1383|She to whom in that glorious praise is due 1383|The singing of the sun, is mine! 1383|My poet, and my poet's child, 1383|I give of myself, and then 1383|Grow with the poets, as the spring! 1383|She is the poet whom I loved 1383|As the last and new sun: 1383|My poet is poet for me, 1383|I give of myself, and she! 1383|For her I make the song that shall rung 1383|In a world where her bright light's lamp is out: 1383|My poet is poet for me, 1383|I give of myself, and she! 1383|Her name in that great city of gold, 1383|Wherein no sun is, 1383|Her name in that great city of gold: 1383|For us both the song of light, 1383|Her name, and not her smile, 1383|Is ever mine who give of myself, 1383|And then grow with the poets, as the spring! 1383|In this sweet April, and in this May, 1383|The birds of heaven come forth with glee, 1383|And to our sours the flowers make welcome: 1383|There's little wonder though the year is June, 1383|With gladness round, within our hearts, 1383|That Love and Friendship's hall are here! 1383|Love, of herself the source and prime 1383|Of life, to us with all her store, 1383|Herself the sun and mother too, 1383|Herself the sky! the day and night! 1383|Who knows her? Not her self she knows: 1383| ======================================== SAMPLE 23340 ======================================== 4010|A knight he was, whose name was Gray. 4010|He to the forest came, 4010|With hounds and lance in hand, 4010|To hunt the grizzly bear. 4010|Then spake the master of the forest: 4010|"Ye hounds and ladyship, heed, 4010|'Gainst him who nears the bear-grypen 4010|A thousand men must die." 4010|Then forward, down they sped, to meet them, 4010|And, "Woe, woe! What means," said Gray, 4010|"Lord Gray, what wails he for his bear-bark?" 4010|"A hunter by your leave," the blacklock then 4010|Replied, "has a tale to tell. 4010|"'Tis but a hunter that we meet 4010|Who needs must die by battle-axe. 4010|He has a cave in the rocks of Cotter, 4010|A safe and secret in that glen." 4010|"Oh, by your leave," the blacklock answered, 4010|"I will not let the hunter pass." 4010|And there the hunter lay 'mid the dead, 4010|Like the greyhound, at the bear's throat. 4010|And ere they reached the cave, 4010|"Come back, come back," said Gray. 4010|"We'll take the bear-grypen home," they heard 4010|As they were rushing down the mountains; 4010|Then forward, into the rocky vale, 4010|Like hounds they hurried down the mountain. 4010|Then went for the bear-grypen-hounds, 4010|And soon, like hunters, they had seized him; 4010|And with fierce shouts they cast him down 4010|Before their eager eyes, 4010|And cried, as their prize for the bloody fight, 4010|"Come back, come back." 4010|When they had flung him down, 4010|And shouted, as they lay down stricken, 4010|Upon the rocks they laid him down; 4010|But ere they had buried him, 4010|Of the bear-grypen they were nought. 4010|The bears were silent all. 4010|The wolves were silent too; 4010|And there together, all alone, 4010|With arms in firm array, 4010|They turned to the mountain-croft: 4010|It was hard by a cave they found, 4010|Where two great trees grew thickly; 4010|"Well done, master," said a greyhound grey; 4010|"I have done my best. 4010|"The bear we shall have then, 4010|If we try it; so, if we can, 4010|I will stay here here; 4010|A bear is a creature small 4010|To wallow in such slaughter; 4010|He is of noble chivalrous breed, 4010|But, if you will, you have to take him 4010|For our feast is fixed. 4010|"A greyhound he shall have, 4010|As said, and will have said; 4010|He shall have one of an equal breed, 4010|With all the might in English land; 4010|For it is very true we are two, 4010|And there is none in this world can match us, 4010|Though we should fight as two can fight, 4010|For we win and we lose." 4010|Away they ran as fast as they might, 4010|Along the cliffs and the dales, 4010|As in the hunt there are no trees 4010|To hide a hunter so strong. 4010|But when within the woods they came, 4010|The master, by the bears had caught 4010|The greyhound, now encrusted with red; 4010|Gray's coat he grasped with his paws, 4010|As if by magic he should rise, 4010|Till the bear turned him round and round, 4010|For it was very strange to him 4010|At such a sight to be encrusted 4010|With red-hot iron, who could tell 4010|For bear or man what strange it meant? 4010|But a hart he was of a surer stile, 4010|Or he ======================================== SAMPLE 23350 ======================================== 38520|With an empty face, the whole world o'er, 38520|That was not ever so sad before, 38520|And had not been before, with a light 38520|So grand, so sweet, and no longer sorrow. 38520|That soul's clear water, a crystal stream, 38520|From which all things in being, and each 38520|Blessing-breathed bud, in its gushings falls 38520|Like tears that fill old souls with a longing, 38520|As on dark nights the moon hangs her crest 38520|O'er a dim, still, misty plain, and seems 38520|Like, in a dreamless sleep, a star by night, 38520|And the faint winds of rest are softly stirred 38520|By the sweet spirit of Elysium. 38520|In all the dreams Elysium gives, I 38520|Have drunk more clear, more sweet, as I passed, 38520|Than all the floods of song did give awhile; 38520|And every tear of hope I made here 38520|Gave melody to joys and to tears. 38520|This world was a field of life-giving wheat, 38520|This day of pain, and sorrow, and grief, 38520|For the past was to-day of a tide 38520|That drowns, and swells back unto gold. 38520|Yonder one that stood before me there 38520|Waxed full of mirth, a blithesome leaf, 38520|A rose of music, and a spark 38520|Of beauty, and a light of love. 38520|He turned, and took in his hand 38520|A pin. Then in his red lips there came 38520|A sound so loud, and so sweet, and low 38520|As far-off winds in the cold night air, 38520|A sound of many trills, all like those 38520|Of flutes and viols when the frosty air 38520|Is breathed through the leaves, a sound of music; 38520|For Nature here had set a tone, 38520|So far below the soul, so near, 38520|Ting, to the soul's life, and its touch was a word. 38520|"Ah, my love, I am so glad," 's the sound 38520|Whereto I cry, and the blue, deep night, 38520|So, silent, and so full of rest, 38520|Its stillness seems like bliss for your heart; 38520|For I am glad, too, 's the sound, 38520|For it brings me back to things that were dear, 38520|The love that stands before me there, 38520|And your bright eyes, soft with the dream of youth!" 38520|So, I speak, and they say, "Ah, no! 38520|You would not be so glad, so glad, 38520|If you knew who the voice meant; 38520|The voice of this music and this joy 38520|It must be music to the soul,-- 38520|We know all there is of beauty 38520|In the words that ring through our souls." 38520|So, this day, from the heart of the sun, 38520|From the moon in the silence of night, 38520|From the heart of the stars that are bright, 38520|I come, and all the things that I dream 38520|Are only known to me, and no more I sing. 38520|_The Song of the Night_. 38520|There's nothing can vex like a wasting thing; 38520|It's a plague where it shouldn't be: 38520|It's a blight where it shouldn't be; 38520|It's a scourge where it shouldn't be: 38520|It's a wasting of life's breath 38520|That should not be if laid away. 38520|A waste, and what's that? 38520|A waste of life and breath; 38520|A waste of breath can make 38520|A waste of breath can make.-- 38520|A waste of breath can make 38520|A waste of life, and bane; 38520|A waste of life makes a waste: 38520|A leaf's a thing that might 38520|Waste by the wind, a leaf 38520|That might be green, a leaf 38520|Green, a thing that might be blue: ======================================== SAMPLE 23360 ======================================== 615|I will not tell thee why my love is fled, 615|Nor wherefore, if thy words be pleasing, say; 615|For I am fond and troubled as thou art. 615|I know not how thou lovest, since thou seem'st 615|Desiring thee; and since thou say'st, 'Midst pain, 615|"And I have not my heart to live for thee, 615|To end our woe, I will not be her bed. 615|For love too firmly held my bosom sate, 615|And all my being with it, while she lay, 615|So that I with the angel's body came, 615|And stood upon the summit of the hill; 615|And that was well; for, by the spirit's light, 615|(So is it said with good reason) I discern 615|That I was standing on the mountain-side, 615|Wherein the one on each other gazed, 615|As one would look upon a glorious glass. 615|"And thus the other angel was embraced, 615|But not in spirit; for the other fell 615|Into a slumber; for his body so 615|Was wrapped in cloud, he did not wish to rise. 615|We both his kisses as his kisses said, 615|And his sweet words; but his spirit sighs, 615|Because he cannot now be with me; 615|Which causes him still in slumber bent, 615|As if his heart would give itself to me. 615|"But the third day, that ever sun above 615|Hath light more warm than ever rain below, 615|When he the mountain in his slumber lies, 615|He lifts his eyes (I know not why he wept) 615|To where he sees a woman in the sky, 615|Who looks at him and sings a lively lay: 615|I know not how she is, nor can say 615|Whether 'tis the beauteous flower of France, 615|Which he has seen with him, or who will give 615|Her thee, to thee, to live with thee again. 615|"'Now go thy will, nor by another's side, 615|I will not have thee view this woman more; 615|But be assured, for all thou say'st to me, 615|I will not have thee touch her body more.' 615|"These words he said, and with these words he said, 615|Or else he changed his mind, and then began 615|His prayer to God and to the angel, that 615|When the fourth day had no colour for his vows, 615|He in his bed should find that woman fair, 615|In whom at least his heart, as well as mind, 615|Might live again in peace as now in pain: 615|This prayed the heaven-born animant with will, 615|Who is at heaven's disposal to command. 615|And now the fourth day was at hand, when he 615|Filled all his coffers, with what he had, 615|Toward the seventh evening, on his way, 615|He had, of him, the sun upon his brow. 615|"On the seventh morning the day's penance, said 615|To the Virgin, Raphael, be like to do, 615|Was well done at that hour; for the dark night 615|Was past, and he might thence have seen the star, 615|If he had not his error by and by: 615|For he was mistaken (his penance done) 615|He should not know it was the seventh day, 615|Because of his impious counsel, but the sun, 615|Which is the image of his glory, bright. 615|"That day we both, of Raphael and his train 615|Alone, the third night had not heard, as yet; 615|For no voice replied that they might go 615|That way, where they were doomed to journey round. 615|To the seventh day we found the sun was red, 615|And heard the sound of many hoofs, that beat, 615|And with the dust were swept by many a plume 615|On either hand; so light were the air and soft. 615|"Before the sun the following day was spent, 615|And we before the angel, saw a plain 615|Which like the Alps was steeped in flowing rain, 615|And made the hillers by the valley leap. 615|Here two of our friends, who near the hill were stayed, 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 23370 ======================================== Away, away from the castle wall! 1852|The moonbeams, in the sky that wept so late, 1852|Have melted. The morning has gone. 1852|The night-winds moan. 1852|Darkens the sky. The mist slithers in. 1852|The moon is low. The night-winds windward sigh. 1852|The day is come. 1852|The day is not yet come. 1852|It will not come. 1852|There is so much of it. 1852|I sit here in the dark, and listen, in a dream. 1852|Alone on the summit of a cedarn mountain-stole 1852|I saw, as a spirit's form, a man pale with pain. 1852|Alone, and no voice. 1852|So strange a soul! 1852|As my soul is pale. 1852|The mountain-stole was her own. 1852|I could not have known 1852|What I know. The sea! 1852|In the dusky light, 1852|And through the light, 1852|I perceive 1852|The sound, 1852|As if it came, 1852|From some cavern-deep 1852|As if it came, 1852|As if from the soul 1852|Of some maiden saint, 1852|From some Virgin's shrine, 1852|From the tomb, 1852|From the shrine of God, 1852|I seem 1852|As if, too, 1852|The form of a soul 1852|Had reached me. 1852|The forms of the saints and the men, 1852|I feel 1852|As I gaze, 1852|Through those vast shades, 1852|The souls of men, 1852|The saints, 1852|The forms of each, 1852|O woman of goodly days! 1852|I see them. 1852|And your soul 1852|As those forms that I see 1852|Are souls of men, 1852|Yet all the soul 1852|Of them, 1852|Is the soul of your spirit of hope, 1852|Your hope from your own soul's grave. 1852|To the air, 1852|In the moonlight, 1852|The forms of the men 1852|Come forth. 1852|The man who you saw in the valley of old Chamon 1852|In the valley of old Chamon, they pass away: 1852|The man you saw in the castle of Ycormor, 1852|He is dead in his cell at the foot of the hill. 1852|When you watch them come to their evening vigil, 1852|And while they are praying together, I see 1852|The man who you saw on the hill, so fair, 1852|The man who you saw, oh youth, on earth full of love, 1852|With heart of a hero and with soul of a man. 1852|The man who you saw, you know, in the city of war, 1852|Where the men of his country would fight and give life 1852|For the liberty of their own,--that man is alive. 1852|And his face is bright, and the light is so bright 1852|That he may be seen as a god in his golden crown. 1852|The man who you knew, who was born in that land, 1852|Where the serpents of time with their fiery tongues 1852|Are battling with each other to smite and devour! 1852|The man you knew in that land of great hope 1852|Where the men of his country were generous and strong! 1852|He lives! 1852|He is living yet, 1852|He is working! 1852|For the future! 1852|I am living. 1852|I cannot forget. 1852|I am not ashamed 1852|To be here. 1852|There are people-- 1852|Well, ah! 1852|Aye, well, O friend, 1852|The very same! 1852|There are people, 1852|And that is why 1852|You look so, 1852|And, for what? 1852|The same hour. 1852|I love you, too, 1852|You ======================================== SAMPLE 23380 ======================================== 3255|The house that she had planned for me, 3255|For her new husband,--but you, sir! 3255|I might have stayed at home: 3255|But I would gladly change it all, 3255|For my little darling's sake. 3255|I loved the dear motherine 3255|All too well at first, 3255|And with patience I now wait 3255|For the new love's welcome, 3255|(If it comes to me to let, 3255|It comes to you to let) 3255|For the dear motherine 3255|And the father's sake, 3255|For the dear motherine 3255|And the father's sake! 3255|I can feel now the years 3255|Slid past me swiftly. 3255|My good-bye was in March; 3255|Though I've lived a long while, 3255|It is late for me to part 3255|From him now I must go 3255|From him now I must go 3255|From him now I must go 3255|From him now I must go 3255|From him now I must go 3255|From him now I must go 3255|For the years are so slow 3255|That they seem too slow 3255|To come back to me again, 3255|And my heart is full of dreams 3255|That I've had of old. 3255|I will not weep the bed, 3255|I will not bid the stone 3255|Give way beneath my tread. 3255|Though she was weak, as I am strong, 3255|Though she was patient as I am bent, 3255|Still my mother was the same, 3255|And the heart in my breast she bore, 3255|As it were, I am told. 3255|When you look back to the house 3255|You used to know so well, 3255|Will it come back to mind you not 3255|That you loved so well too? 3255|If the world is all a dream 3255|Of your fancying, 3255|When the day's at the end of the round 3255|Will it still recall you well 3255|You loved so well to a fashioning? 3255|To the end that I might see 3255|How my eyes were full up, 3255|As you used to do, 3255|Tears and joy all the time. 3255|You were so wise and sweet, 3255|You could have been so brave; 3255|Though you went away, 3255|It would seem, at last, 3255|I was wrong, and you were right, 3255|When I knew not what I meant. 3255|There is a sound of tramp in the street, 3255|And the man with the horse boots speeds down. 3255|I remember him the best I can: 3255|"Farewell, dear friend, my time has come 3255|For we have travelled almost all the way, 3255|Till we start at the last; but you'll come 3255|Soon in the garden all in bloom, 3255|With the cherry-trees on top of all the snow, 3255|And the spring shall begin with just a single leaf. 3255|"My dear little friends, if an hour's slack, 3255|When we've all of us quite weary grown, 3255|(And the time for the light is far away) 3255|To the gardens we'll hie us, and there 3255|With our hearts and our voices will we cry 3255|To the flowers, and to the moon, and to all the stars. 3255|"And when you are sitting there alone 3255|(For the day is set), with one word to me 3255|That is all, and that never more may I 3255|Feel the power of any words, I'll be past; 3255|And, and I do mean it, I'll come to you 3255|In our garden all the whole of the year. 3255|"'My dearest, my dearest, I bring 3255|You to my side with me: 3255|And I kiss you all dearer, sweet, 3255|Than words or gold have told. 3255|I kiss you as they kissed you here, 3255|You dear little boy that I ======================================== SAMPLE 23390 ======================================== 17393|"This is the day, and in it I shall go to the world's end, 17393|And I shall be--oh, that I could have been--a man of letters, 17393|The last of my race, and the last of the last of all men 17393|That have been alive to-day!" "You will never go to war, 17393|O man of letters, though you should all of a sudden want to." 17393|--"You will just put on your uniforms and go out to meet me, 17393|And I shall remember from what world this morning began 17393|That you are at the beginning of my suffering, 17393|And all the years of anguish and misery you had to go through-- 17393|"And I shall think about it all at the time that comes after," 17393|Said the man in the red uniform. 17393|--"And what will happen then?" she sighed. 17393|--"When they find out that you are a man of letters, 17393|They will throw you in jail--well, let them have it that way; 17393|I shall never want to kill anyone else, either--not when 17393|I have seen how many other men in the years of my being 17393|Have been killed in combat; and, if I die in the way that I 17393|Did yesterday, I shall die as a soldier dying, 17393|Under the arms of my soldier wife at my side, and the 17393|gleaming eyes of the little daughter. 17393|"But if I could go home to my poor son, and go to him always, 17393|And kiss his little cold face. 17393|Then life would cease to be. 17393|"Then we could have dinner together and nothing to say, 17393|And he could look at me and say what he wished, and I could 17393|stay where I was and cry no more. 17393|"And all around me, women and men, would kneel and tell the 17393|sad tale of what had befallen them. 17393|"But though I could never have a father as I have a son, 17393|I could see why this poor mother had given birth to him-- 17393|She was a woman of her youth, and, as I can see, 17393|very ill at heart. 17393|"I see, I see why that woman gave birth to him, 17393|And why he is sick enough to-day to know why that woman 17393|had give him his name; and your son will know why it is 17393|he is sick enough to know why she had given birth to him." 17393|Her voice dropped and was still again and she turned to go, 17393|But a thought came to her like a cold wind and she said: 17393|"My dear boy, though it is very sad to say to your child 17393|now that I had nothing good to do him, 17393|I will make him feel quite sure it is my mother that gave 17393|him birth to him--and that it is true it was nothing much 17393|more than her love; and he will then know why he had 17393|no father when he grew up but that we all knew. 17393|"And he will learn, when he grows up and knows all our 17393|happiness all around him, and why we had nothing 17393|more than he had--that we are happy--I know how to finish 17393|the end of it all to him! and he will find that he is 17393|right!" 17393|And the young man grew up with the best heart in the world, 17393|and excelled in all things, 17393|Be his food his best, then it will be sure to contain not, 17393|no matter what his world may be, 17393|a trace of mortal clay-- 17393|A voice as sweet as the voice of the angels will follow 17393|him after him at his grave, 17393|And that of his mother will think on his mother's happy name 17393|and sing to her baby by her side. 17393|I have heard of the poet-heart of a child, and well it is 17393|this was ever of some worth; but where does it go to find 17393|heart? for the heart will always beat against its own. 17393|It is true a child may play in Paradise, and thus ======================================== SAMPLE 23400 ======================================== 1004|That by the way and by the land there is no hope; 1004|And to the end, that ye may be happy there, 1004|Perchance even now your feet are going in search 1004|Of my worthy son, upon whose dear feet 1004|New thoughts in secret are embroil'd, who go 1004|For lost eternity." O happy day! 1004|That from the bell to the chime proceed such feet! 1004|No sooner to the Angel by my side 1004|With silent pace this truth was known to me, 1004|Than color'd already each cheek, and tear 1004|Did color all their very depths, which swar'd 1004|Betwixt his ears and eyes. "O Sire," he cries, 1004|"Art thou not Bacchus, who the winds so pleased 1004|To prompt?" Thus acting thus his youthful heart, 1004|"Say who be they, by the aegis nam'd 1004|That on thy glorious head so long hath plume'd?" 1004|He answers: "They are the Saints Mexicanus 1004|Suspended, whence are to us manifest 1004|The glory that is not in hemispheres. 1004|The fame they of the grace they have enjoyed 1004|They carry onward through the whole world, where 1004|The tabernacle of the world-leaders shines." 1004|The Mantuan next his countenance turns, 1004|And states the news that from Lisboa came; 1004|How, with the Hundred Saints, they along 1004|The Isla de Gama trod, and saw the sun 1004|Set here on middle earth without all boost. 1004|Paradiso: Canto XXIX was composed in the year 1280. 1004|The great Saint Gualdrada, who from out 1004|The coldness of Peloreda had withdrawn, 1004|Thus encourageries the hundred Saints did raise: 1004|"If ye desire to mount, or fly, or walk, 1004|Give honour unto and reverence to me; 1004|And if so be that easier is for you 1004|That which may be done, forward urge them on 1004|In such wise, that the sight may bereave you 1004|Of the poor customs of the people, which 1004|By divers paths are followed, and by men 1004|All of one mind. Not many palms are here, 1004|And not a few of them severed." As doves 1004|By mutual fondness aloof and glad 1004|Their kindly mistress led, so Bitias & Lights 1004|The good Reboz nor Silent nor ay 1004|Delighting in their song. With halos of sound 1004|Were the words freed from ends of the universe, 1004|When thus Beaumont and Sharp seem'd satisfied. 1004|And now there came among us six carols, 1004|Part right, part left, vocal, savage, smooth, 1004|In rounds one after another footsore 1004|With excessive hurry. And when each one 1004|Had reached the point, at which is ears 1004|Direct to the backbone, out of the back 1004|Releasing the ball, the music begins. 1004|A bosom painter living, far remote 1004|From me, in Syrian Cypria, in caverns 1004|Dwells, by her numerous offspring, that are 1004|Entangled close together. For by its rule 1004|The Herous, in high opinion, colour the sound 1004|Of her melodious voice; and for short space 1004|The workmanship remaining of that bow, 1004|By which these images endure so long 1004|Against ev'ry artist's hand, he makesTwo, 1004|That the hard sea, that breaks against it often, 1004|Makes of it grit, and bits of every pebble. 1004|This doth him violence: and truly never 1004|Did he strike off entirely, but gouged several, 1004|Still retaining them for another step. 1004|The sisters, with the even flutes, did move 1004|The spirit with their music, so that neither 1004|The holy eyes, nor the sweet sounds entirely 1004|Made disappear. And as in part appears 1004|A ======================================== SAMPLE 23410 ======================================== 16059|En su padre á su valor se levanta. 16059|El alma nacen las húmersa 16059|De las cumbres, que le salterán. 16059|¡Oh del Valero, del Cáuco 16059|De las águilas de mi mal de Fausto! 16059|Cuyo aliento las armas donnas, 16059|Á los pueblos tú, y en libre ciertos, 16059|De la cuna y de la vida, 16059|De la guerra y de la patria! 16059|La guerra que gustá en el mundo, 16059|Ó el sol tocáis las armas donnas 16059|De las águilas de mi mal de Fausto. 16059|¡Desde las guerras caravelas, 16059|¡Desde las nubes del Dios se apreciar. 16059|Entonces de Fausto 16059|La familia su frente el suelo. 16059|La guerra, y el guerra, 16059|Ó el sol ardient la patria 16059|En un club bajando el aire á las armas. 16059|Y al mundo es de maravilla, 16059|La luna es la patria, 16059|¿No vos tarientes de este mundo 16059|Con su voz courtada y tanto 16059|Que, como su furor y respeto, 16059|Y no vos así á su verdor, 16059|Si por cierto perezca 16059|Por ti, son de mercado, 16059|No vos navíen con su fragorgo? 16059|¡Adiós! ¡Adiós! ¡Oh! ¿quién habrá aquellos 16059|La azul, y con estilo 16059|De la calma, y con amor que al cielo? 16059|Vuélve, ó solitaria, 16059|Mela calma que buey en la calma, 16059|¡Adiós! ¡Adiós! ¿Quién habrá apagado 16059|En su puree repacan 16059|¡Adiós! ¡Oh! ¿quién habrá á los que el alma? 16059|Vuélve, ó solitaria, 16059|Mela calma que buey en la calma; 16059|El alma no puedo es cada poco. 16059|Ni el gran bien templo 16059|Que en vino veró el bien lecho: 16059|No muerto es muy amado. 16059|Ni el gran bien templo 16059|Es muy amado; ¿quién habrá es el alma? 16059|Oro, por ti, si no llevaba 16059|Con cuantos nieblas brazos? 16059|Oro, por ti, si amor en la tierra, 16059|En estas muros por paseas? 16059|Oro está el águila vuela 16059|Un viòro ver que está alza 16059|Para su decirselo expresión: 16059|De fuego á morir en casto: 16059|Las cuerpos murmuradas 16059|¡Alma, ¡femenes! quién de un amigo 16059|A pasar con un toro ardor! 16059|¡Adiós! ¡Adiós! ¡Oh! ¿quién habrá desenó 16059|Vuélve al pie, mi dolor toda 16059|Y en verano se admite alcanza? 16059|La calma al pie, mi línea verde 16059|Y en toro, por qué, se le dice, 16059|Como lo cual mal, y la ruda 16059|Del sol del mío ======================================== SAMPLE 23420 ======================================== 21303|But when I saw the blackness of it, 21303|I saw it not, for then it glittered. 21303|I heard it say--I heard it say-- 21303|In a low whisper--in a whisper-- 21303|Oh, the sun-shine of sun-smit 21303|Will never glimmer so again. 21303|Come the dark night of September, 21303|Then the dark night of September; 21303|And the night on the hill is a roaring 21303|And the moon is the moon of the autumn 21303|In the moonlight below the hill. 21303|Then you look out of your hut, 21303|And you hear the roar of it down the 21303|woodlands, 21303|As of water hurrying by, 21303|There is not a sound, there is not a ripple 21303|Through the clouds that hang in the silence-- 21303|It is only the night-roar, 21303|And you hear it, you hear it, you feel it, 21303|As out of the black darkness-- 21303|The silence in the darkness-- 21303|And your heart is so full with sadness 21303|That it cannot hold more of it. 21303|The water is flowing on the hill 21303|And the birds sit in the shadow, 21303|And the wind is sighing through the branches 21303|And the water is flowing by them. 21303|And the water is flowing on the hill, 21303|And the birds fly to and fro, 21303|And the snowdrops, they fly and hover 21303|Away to the far away. 21303|The hills are all covered o'er with snow, 21303|The ground is so soft, so smooth, 21303|And the patties all look, when they fall, 21303|Like they are fried in fire. 21303|The patties and the snowdrops, and all, 21303|Are gone away--away! 21303|They have found a better home 21303|In a far-off land-- 21303|And now, with a glad surprise 21303|The frosty road is paved, 21303|And patties and the snowdrops come flying 21303|Back to us on our knees. 21303|The patties go up and down 21303|From the cold hill side; 21303|The snowdrops fly to the hills, 21303|Up and away! 21303|The mountains have all gone to the hills, 21303|The fields lie so still, so still 21303|The grass is so green, the grass is so green, 21303|The patties rot on the ground. 21303|All our garden grows 21303|Blossom-white in November, 21303|And the grass is so glad! 21303|Now the road is paved with snow-- 21303|We cannot go back, I know-- 21303|We cannot go back, I know. 21303|And we sit in the rain 21303|By the window, and we see 21303|Up and down the landscape, 21303|The road to nowhere at all. 21303|The patties lie in the sun, 21303|And the white ones curl 21303|Towards the hills, 21303|Where the wild white chickens fly 21303|With their chattering wings, 21303|And it is lovely in November-- 21303|The lovely time of all. 21303|We love a cottage just like this-- 21303|The patties rot on the earth, 21303|And the children have nothing else 21303|To do in the night-time there. 21303|We sit in the moonlight 21303|By the window and say, 21303|"The world isn't any better 21303|Than if they didn't go out to play 21303|At all! 21303|All the world is out for blood-- 21303|All the world is out for blood!" 21303|We sit by the window 21303|And listen to the talk 21303|Of the soldiers that fight 21303|For the glory of a name. 21303|We are proud to know that they 21303|Warriors for the land-- 21303|That they fight for the glory 21303|Of a name. 21303|They are waiting by the firelight 21 ======================================== SAMPLE 23430 ======================================== 30282|Þas þis þresse of þis ful kynde þise fom, 30282|Þys was on mals & on þis blysse. 30282|Þis wryt wyth ouen hit was to nece-pousseye, 30282|Þis wryt wyth ouen hit hent for oþ{er} a syȝt, 30282|In þis wryt wythouten sykaiȝt sy{n}nes, 30282|Oþ{er} a wyrde w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne þat wryt of hy{m} gry{m}me, 30282|For mekely a wach{er} of mekely a wyȝe. 30282|He was þe bihyȝest of bihyll þat blynde wene, 30282|He watȝ bi-hyȝest of þe most of þe flesch, 30282|Wheþ{er} he wende wyth wenyng & wolde; 30282|For hy{m} þat he hit wyth to-naked schryfte, 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ þe vnhyȝt of a wach{er}; 30282|For Ih{e}r{usa}l{e,}l he hit neu{er} hit myȝt, 30282|And þaȝ he hit þys blysse þ{er}e bi-tylle, 30282|As he hit watȝ of a wach{er} þat hit watȝ a praste. 30282|for, according to the versification of Rude:-- 30282|For a maddened wyse aȝ hy{m} wroke and for-raked 30282|And wytte w{i}t{h}-outen þis she-fiþe hyȝe ston, 30282|And to þe þris-ou{n} sere þou a wyȝ gret euen, 30282|Þe{n}ne þe hede of a haly day hade þ{a}t vn-bore, 30282|Ne sette a bilde of borde at a day, 30282|Þaȝ a borde haf hade but a wach{er} of a seluen; 30282|and this is the meaning of the concluding stanza,-- 30282|On a blyþe bote þat hau{n}de a bryȝt bre{n}ne, 30282|Ȝet þe day by þys gere byȝet vpon þis ere. 30282|Wyth glent þe glente at þ{a}t hit gelid is, 30282|Þe{n}ne þe grou{n}de ful grou{n}de to haue vp-go{n}ne; 30282|Þaȝ hit may have wroȝt wyth þ{a}t wro{n}de wyth fyne, 30282|& thus þe{n}ne vpon a wach{er} þat v{us} hade a weyn. 30282|Þe{n}ne hit schal eu{er} ȝif þ{a}t schal be neu{er}; 30282|for he said,--and then "I haf no bost", he said. 30282|when they have done their work and are ready to depart.] 30282|Þe{n}ne þe vayneȝ þe veg ȝe by þe viaunt wele, 30282|& þer-to þe w{i}t{h} þi Iuise & ilke w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, 30282|As þe vante þat wan watȝ þ{er}-to be gone; 30282|& þ{a}t wern out-ward-ward wythouten miselle, 30282|& alle þat may not þer-more worþe, 30282|& sytte ======================================== SAMPLE 23440 ======================================== 1030|Then the King says; "Hah, hame!" and a cry and a clamour 1030|And a laugh to the Castle and a great noise of hurrying. 1030|"Hurried," says the King, "and the people run away." 1030|The people run away, and the King was so vexed 1030|That his brain was so full that he was not quite aware 1030|Of the King's clothes, and so he said in a loud voice: 1030|"Well, now, I will go in a wig!" and up goes the King. 1030|But the King says it once and he says it twice; 1030|For, he thinks, for the first time, it is time to give 1030|The Castle over with its roof. In short, the King 1030|Says he will give it all over, he will give it all, 1030|Or, what is still more marvellous, more than half. 1030|Then he says "Hurry," and the work is begun, 1030|And the Castle was all done in about the next day. 1030|'Twas an awful time; for all that, the King 1030|Fell down, with drink in his hand, and wept and wept, 1030|And said: "I suppose you have heard the news, 1030|And what it all means? and what does it mean 1030|Of my being so long and not getting my wages?" 1030|"And I am as well--if not better," quoth the King; 1030|"Have made up my mind by now I shall stay here, 1030|Or go to Paris, and there win all that kings get-- 1030|Or get killed and bury me as I was born, 1030|Or starve, and look like a beggar still, or still 1030|Buy votes, and have both good and bad for you." 1030|Quoth the Duke, "The best and the brightest and the last 1030|Of King's men, you'll find, are getting it true: 1030|They are but the tools of the King, or the Queen, 1030|Or the Church, and you gentlemen are the tools both." 1030|Then did the Duke laugh, I own, an' say it over, 1030|"It's all one to me, for an' _I'm the Man_!" 1030|"The King's good to know his men all agree 1030|That I shall be King if he but makes peace 1030|And the Commons give the word," quoth the King. 1030|So up to the White Lion they did go 1030|And there did a King (they say the King is gone) 1030|Make up his mind by a trumpet, say, "Go it! 1030|We won't take war, nor shall the Scots invade." 1030|While they were talking, the King he found his men 1030|Made up a great party and marched to the fight; 1030|And the Duke of the day got the brunt of it all, 1030|Or if he did well, he was beaten and killed. 1030|While the King was crying like a little child 1030|"Hurra! hurra!" as he thresh'd the sea for bread. 1030|He had nothing to do but sit in his chair 1030|All the evening for to think what other day 1030|He would go to the great fight and get his pay. 1030|But it soon grew dark, and they went to sleep, 1030|All in Paris with such a clamor and scream, 1030|The King went to sleep, and the Duke went to wake, 1030|And in Paris the King with his men had won't; 1030|But in France they were making their best advances, 1030|And all their arms and horses had not been kept. 1030|But the French, who had not yet drunk of the cup 1030|Before the battle, now turned their backs again, 1030|And fought them out in a block of English square. 1030|One King on one side, and then a second, and so on, 1030|And this way, and that way, the shot on all the three. 1030|At one blow the Duke his foe to the right lost, 1030|The other to the other, and King Charles caught. 1030|For the King had left his French on neither side, 1030 ======================================== SAMPLE 23450 ======================================== 10493|“I’m still alive, and live for _this_ country, 10493|And that is our _second_ fortune, my boy, 10493|To see it’s worth and beauty and grace. 10493|“We’ll build a _diamond_ in this spot, 10493|And a thousand diamonds from my hand. 10493|And the river is full of silver rocks, 10493|And the mills are all running well. 10493|I’ll give you twenty dollars in cash, 10493|If you wish your wish in person.” 10493|Then a man, he, he won the gold, 10493|And the diamonds in fifty ring; 10493|They were fifty rings in a hundred ring, 10493|And the mill, like a fine brass band. 10493|They were all cut and all ready there . . . 10493|They were in the mill, on the mill floor, 10493|And a thousand gold rings in fifty ring, 10493|To the top of the hill. 10493|The sun it shines, and the sky it glows, 10493|The river is full of silver light; 10493|The mill is humming and humming away 10493|Its gold rings in fifty ring. 10493|My mother she did say:’“That’s a splendid chance, 10493|For it’s but fifty of each ring; 10493|And the mill is humming, and humming well, 10493|Its gold rings in fifty ring. 10493|My mother she did say (you’ll recollect) 10493|She’d heard of the fifty rings, 10493|And she’d wished them well apart so they might go 10493|On the roads and through town, and on the street. 10493|But they brought so bad a bad luck, we can’t forget 10493|That there was half a million in there. 10493|You’ll never see so big a lot of gold 10493|When you’re twenty,” said the fooling mother, 10493|“And my son, I’ve a hundred dollars to my name 10493|If they all come to nothing then. 10493|“I don’t care! I’ll do the best I can; 10493|There’s a thousand hundred on my hand, 10493|And I’ll give them five hundred back myself, 10493|If they all go bust the next Spring.” 10493|If you’re ever in this neighbourhood, 10493|A fool or a skunk or a wolf will seek you out, 10493|And bite you ’neath the tap of a nail, 10493|And then go to his supper a-thirsting, 10493|And you will get no salt from a dog’s mouth, 10493|Because you left some of your money there. 10493|But if a fool or a skunk or a wolf 10493|In your pocket were to take money out, 10493|And pocket it, and say, ‘I wants it now,’ 10493|You’ll find it a hundred per cent real dry, 10493|So you would never think you had left anything. 10493|If you’re to be taken in a trap, 10493|And a small-pox’s bite is a deadly draught, 10493|It will give you the feeling and the fear 10493|You have never-ending to bear. 10493|The birds of the air go a-dancing, 10493|Their colours are all changing, 10493|The flowers go dancing round their beds, 10493|And the birds are making tunes. 10493|To the ground the deer is being hunted, 10493|They’re crawling through the heather, 10493|The sheep is being run over, 10493|To the cattle the horn is being heard, 10493|Which is pealing through the trees. 10493|The wind from the North comes piping, 10493|And blowing from the South in, 10493|They will make of the mountains a ring, - 10493|The fox is in it, it’s a good sign 10493|That at a single lie I know. 10493|Then to all the people of my land who’re here, 10493|Who are in ======================================== SAMPLE 23460 ======================================== 1568|Thou art the one; and thou, man, art mine! 1568|To-morrow I shall take a song on me. 1568|I go like unto the old 1568|Charm of Life, and I shall sing: 1568|In the evening, in the evening, 1568|In the evening I shall sing . . . 1568|For the night, night, night, 1568|For the night that hides to-night, 1568|I shall sing in some sweet way . . . 1568|The way is sad to find 1568|The way is sad to stand, 1568|The way is sad to go . . . 1568|The old ways make new things strange, 1568|The way is sad to wait. 1568|But the ways of Life are old, 1568|And the ways of Man are new . . . 1568|I will dream and sing in song, 1568|And the night shall be the old; 1568|And I shall sing in memory, 1568|And the night shall be to-day, 1568|When I was young and kind, for I shall sing 1568|In the evening, in the evening, 1568|When I was young and bold, for I shall sing 1568|In the evening, in the evening, 1568|And I shall learn at last the secret, 1568|The awful, the mysterious thing, 1568|All the terrible, the sublime, the holy . . . 1568|And the old ways beat down, the old ways beat down. 1568|The world is sad and heavy and wise, 1568|It waits for thee; 1568|It waits but for thy coming, a star, 1568|Where the sun never comes. 1568|Happiness is nigh; 1568|Thine eyes are dim, thy face is white: 1568|The dark is in thy hair--thy face 1568|Is of a chill. 1568|Oh, I am wise, I am wise, 1568|And the dark is in thy hair: 1568|It is cold on the lips of the moon 1568|And the eyes of the sun. 1568|I will dream and sing in song, 1568|And the Night! I will sing! 1568|I know where the stars, 1568|Like white wings, are fluttering: 1568|I know the way 1568|To find God, from thence. 1568|The world is tired, the world is tired, 1568|And the world is sad and heavy-eyed 1568|To find that God has taken from 1568|His work at last and flung: 1568|His hand on the shoulder of the child 1568|His hand on the shoulder of the old, 1568|All good, all happy, all good, 1568|All happy, all good! 1568|I see the world, by a wall in my garden, 1568|Made so still that the plants are dead and grey, 1568|And the butterflies with silvered wings 1568|Are flying through the chill gray air, 1568|Like a swarm of tiny white bees. 1568|So that at the wall, without the garden, 1568|In the dark and quiet time of the year, 1568|Through the chill November snow 1568|I turn my face where the garden wall 1568|With the lily and rose and pink, 1568|Shelters a little child 1568|Who lies in her bed all snug and warm, 1568|And dreams she hears the chirrup of boughs 1568|And the beat of feet in the dark, 1568|The beat of feet in the dark. 1568|I see the little woodbine trailing there, 1568|So quiet, so quiet and white, 1568|All quietly, with their little white wings 1568|Above the little child. 1568|The white star twinkling through the gloom, 1568|The white rose in the garden bed, 1568|The chill wind with the windy rain 1568|In the dark, the chill wind on my face - 1568|They are like a star on a wall, 1568|A little child to watch and keep 1568|And dream with me all snug and warm 1568|In the dark, the chill wind on my face, 1568|All snug and warm, all pure and ======================================== SAMPLE 23470 ======================================== 3545|To the grave of St. John, who's at rest, 3545|Sitting thus in his bed, 3545|With his head on his sister's knee, 3545|And the tears streaming down each his cheek, 3545|"Goodbye, bye, good night, good night." 3545|So, the sun is down, the stars are gone, 3545|And with them comes the merry sun; 3545|The clouds are all gone, by right divine, 3545|All we left of them, we left in vain. 3545|Good night, good night, good night! 3545|"Sleep all ye who can!" 3545|My sister, she was of an fickle kind, 3545|A creature of disorder and display, 3545|Who liked what liked her, and could take what 3545|She pleased; 3545|Her mother, the nurse of her unrestrained 3545|Egotism, whose most pungent wit 3545|Depicted a young lady in a gown, 3545|When she wore 3545|A cap awry 3545|And, as she bowed to her mistress in grace, 3545|Her eyes were bright as the sun itself, 3545|And her speech was plain; 3545|But the nurse's hand was on the old lady's wrist, 3545|And I never saw her without it. 3545|My sister was fond of a school-going son, 3545|And often we talked of it; 3545|And, as we took us walks, we heard her tell, 3545|How in school she was taught to win; 3545|And how she was so very much the dearest, 3545|That all her mother's neighbours,--they say, 3545|They know her--loved her, too. 3545|A few short years--says the nurse--was o'er, 3545|And she--oh, she! 3545|But I have heard it said, 3545|She married her--no good, believe it!-- 3545|And now she's the stately old lady of two hundred acres. 3545|Then she is the stately old lady of two hundred acres, 3545|With trees along the ground, and a garden at one end, 3545|And there's tenanted by the bee, and that is as it should be; 3545|And the lily sits in the gateway at twilight on the heights, 3545|And that is as it ought to be. 3545|She's the pride of the parish, and that is as it ought to be; 3545|And when, to the world apart, 3545|At harvest-time she stands before us, 3545|Then she's the pride of the parish, a beautiful old lady, 3545|With a harvest of harvest at her knees, 3545|And that, I imagine, is as it ought to be. 3545|But now she's a care beside a fatherless, a motherless child, 3545|And that is as it ought to be. 3545|She's a friend like the lily, a sister of the rose, 3545|A friend like the lark, 3545|A friend like a garden lark, and that is as it ought to be. 3545|And when she is gone away, and her mother makes lament, 3545|And they think of their father and the years long flown, 3545|Then she's the pride of the parish, no doubt, 3545|The pride of a stately family, and that is as it ought to be. 3545|Then a voice came from the garden-wall, 3545|A voice of one who long ago was his debtor for bliss, 3545|And it said: "I think, my friend, I can lend you an ear! 3545|Yes! yes! my friend, I think, I can lend you an ear. 3545|"I came to visit you, when first I was twenty-six, 3545|And I made up my mind to make you a year with me,-- 3545|I'm married now--ah! yes! twenty-six! 3545|"I've done with my former vows, 3545|And I wed without more ado by day and by night, 3545|And I give you--just think, the place for a kiss, 3545|And a place for a word, and a bed, and a box, and cradle ======================================== SAMPLE 23480 ======================================== 1568|Thou art of God the world 1568|Spirits, 1568|Cherubim, and seraphim,- 1568|The world, the heart, the 1568|Body, 1568|The body's body 1568|Thy soul's body 1568|I hold that the body 1568|Is nothing against thine eyes 1568|Nor is it thou of whom they say 1568|Thy heart is mad. 1568|I hold that it only 1568|Can make thee sad and faint 1568|With thoughts so many and large 1568|That come and go 1568|But thine are always one 1568|To thine and thy one to mine 1568|And their one purpose is to fill 1568|The space by them where Time is; and 1568|The space by them is ours. 1568|The soul, its space by ours, 1568|Is but a soul a-dangling, a-whine, 1568|A-whisper and a-whiff 1568|And a-wish. 1568|And the body only 1568|Is aught but soul a-glasses, you say, 1568|A-glasses of the soul, in which 1568|It fancies itself to sit, 1568|And contemplates 1568|The smoothness 1568|Of objects like a fool. 1568|But as Nature's eye, to scan 1568|The universe, 1568|Is but the soul's reflection in the glass 1568|So, soul, the body is 1568|The soul's reflection in the heart 1568|Of man. 1568|I hold that, in all conscience, 1568|The soul's body 1568|Is the frame of man or woman, 1568|Whether he be young or old. 1568|And the body only, 1568|It matters not, 1568|If this or that be true, 1568|If this be right or wrong. 1568|For the body only, 1568|When we look within, 1568|Can tell us what was there before 1568|And after. 1568|And the soul, its space by ours, 1568|Is but a soul a-dangling, a-whine, 1568|A-whisper and a-whiff of some one, 1568|Whispering or of a singer 1568|Or a poet. 1568|Thou art not what I deem thee, 1568|Thou art not what I deem thee, 1568|A joy of this world's eyes, 1568|Thine image, the song of the world; 1568|Worthy to be the light of lovers' dreams, 1568|Not the dark shade of some heart's darkness 1568|Which thou dost bring to the breast 1568|Though the light not be thine, 1568|Thou art not I, whom thou dost mock. 1568|Not with pride are thy lips that say, 1568|Nor with my heart the song of my eyes 1568|Thou hast found me, 1568|In the eyes where thy heart should be 1568|Too dark for thee, too bright for me, 1568|I am not what I deem thee, 1568|Thou art not what I deem thee, 1568|Though my lips mock, though the song of my eyes 1568|humble me. 1568|Thou art not what I deem thee, 1568|Thou art not what I deem thee, 1568|Love's twin, a world outlived; 1568|My lips know not thee, my heart, 1568|And no word they speak of thee 1568|Till thy spirit, 1568|To live and not know thee 1568|Are the only question. 1568|But thy soul's light and shade may be 1568|From the shadow, 1568|As the light lies hid 1568|In the roseate glory of the sky 1568|There are shadows over the dark. 1568|And yet thou art what I deem thee, 1568|Thou art what I deem thee, 1568|And, O, that soul, 1568|Thou must have, 1568|For thy soul doth know thee! 1568|If so, thou art what I deem thee, 1568 ======================================== SAMPLE 23490 ======================================== 20956|They'll not forget the war-steed; 20956|It must be a gallant steed, 20956|And I'd like to be the hoof 20956|Upon that gallant steed. 20956|A horse as fierce as hell, 20956|A horse as dark as night, 20956|To ride upon the war-steed! 20956|It must be a gallant steed, 20956|And I'd like to be the hoof 20956|Upon that gallant steed. 20956|And who are these fair ladies, 20956|Who ride with that gallant steed? 20956|And who's that rider on the horse? 20956|And who's that fluting on the wing? 20956|And who can be so brave 20956|As Sorrow on a courser bright? 20956|And none but Sorrow, I ween, 20956|Are ever found so sweet. 20956|And who are these fair ladies 20956|Who ride with that gallant steed? 20956|And who's that rider on the horse? 20956|And who's that fluting on the wing? 20956|And who's the mighty King that guides 20956|This gallant King on his journey free? 20956|And none but King Arthur's queen 20956|Can hold this realm so fair. 20956|So, welcome ye the lady fair, 20956|Who loves this gallant steed! 20956|He loves a lady so fair 20956|That if he could but ride with her, 20956|He'd love to ride with me; 20956|But since my lady loves not him, 20956|He cannot love this steed. 20956|No--I shall not let him go, 20956|But must astride the horse; 20956|So Sorrow rides on the steed, 20956|And I will ride behind her. 20956|To stand beside the lady high, 20956|The gallant knight must ride. 20956|And then must take his lady's hand, 20956|And ride this gallant steed. 20956|Thy cheeks are as a mirror fair, 20956|Thy locks as light a colour; 20956|Thy soul is as the morning dew, 20956|Thy love as dew on trees. 20956|My dearest maiden, come away! 20956|For hither stands the lady bright, 20956|And she will show us where she may be, 20956|And her name be Mary Bold jot. 20956|My heart she will not let us leave; 20956|And she'll ride with thee to-day. 20956|And we shall meet and greet our morn, 20956|With Sorrow by my side. 20956|And we shall greet our morn, and smile, 20956|And look with Sorrow by. 20956|O Mary Bold jot, you'll be glad 20956|When you'll ride with me to-day. 20956|And we will sail our souls away 20956|From Mary's hand on hand. 20956|With eyes upon the angel's face, 20956|And lips for Sorrow now; 20956|And cheeks where cheek was bred, and eyes 20956|Where 'twas a-wild thought. 20956|Let tears come, let dry rue, let moan, 20956|Let bitter words begin; 20956|Let tenderness forget, let hate, 20956|Let grief and anger flee: 20956|Let all these winds of wrong and wrong 20956|Owe full their fury blow. 20956|Let tears, let dry tear after tear, 20956|Forgotten be as fast; 20956|Let all their bitterness at rest 20956|On Sorrow's bosom lie, 20956|And love and kindness on her be, 20956|As the sweet streamlet breaks and dies. 20956|I am not sorrow's babe, 20956|The flowers I see, 20956|No flower so fresh and fair 20956|As she whose face I see. 20956|But here she is, and she 20956|Of tears and care is here,-- 20956|I know the maiden good, 20956|Who has no tears to shed. 20956|She is not fair, I know, 20956|Nor of a sainted race, 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 23500 ======================================== 1279|And 'gives me a piece like yoursel'! 1279|I will gie you my lassie; 1279|But nae I will part wi't; 1279|I gie't her to be thae morgut, 1279|Wi' gude content an' gude will. 1279|Whan she comes, or comes o'er, 1279|Or comes oor gate or moor, 1279|I'll bear the gowd away, 1279|And gie't her to be thae morguts. 1279|But now I see what must be, 1279|For when I gae hame to ye, 1279|But wha wha could gie this lassie 1279|The deil it wadna gie't. 1279|I'll bear her to the kirk, 1279|Frae neebours neayll I'll gang, 1279|A hairt for a' abot 1279|She'll aker the loup o't. 1279|And ay she'll aker the nicht 1279|Wi' my hoss wi' the beens; 1279|And ay that's what she'll aker it, 1279|For ay she'll aker't the nicht! 1279|Then kill me, kill me, thou blasphemer! 1279|That eye of mute contempt. 1279|Thy lip shall taste the bitter tartness 1279|Till thou wilt die of thirst. 1279|But, oh! I thank Thee, Heavenly Father, 1279|Thou hast set this curse on me! 1279|But, as Thou didst, with pitying look, 1279|And tender word, deign to be there for me,-- 1279|My heart is breaking with affliction, 1279|And I am broken-hearted. 1279|The king of the world on his stately steed 1279|Had just ta'en leave of this world, 1279|And then so high, he was clear'd of its weight, 1279|From the world's ground, down to earth. 1279|The king of all on his purple dapple, 1279|Did ride through life's long-twist way; 1279|He had left his majesty on high 1279|To go to an isle, that he might reign 1279|"There was a little man, and he had a little brain; 1279|There was a king in a kingdom, and he ruled his state; 1279|A little house had he, and he called it life; 1279|He was king of the house and of the brain, 1279|And of the law, and of the farm, and the woods, and all the seas." 1279|"King, what is thy name? 1279|King, where camest thou? 1279|King, when thou liv'st, thou shalt be free 1279|Of all thy foes; 1279|For in the world's eyes thou art nothing but a beam." 1279|A man, who was born in the year eighteen fifty-five, 1279|Sang, from year to year, to the angels on high, 1279|In his mother's tones by the glen, where he lay; 1279|Sang, and, for all the world he could say or hear; 1279|And then, from year to year, he died in the night, 1279|That was born in the year eighteen fifty-nine. 1279|"Now what can a child do, 1279|When he is grown so? 1279|When he grows so, then he must needs go hence 1279|And take a wife: 1279|But what wanteth a son, 1279|Or what a daughter, 1279|That the father was dead, 1279|And the mother poor?" 1279|"But what need'st thou? 1279|The son is free; 1279|A sister's hand is strong, 1279|And the father's gone." 1279|The man on his knees, in his father's bower 1279|Was lying, as he had been born to die: 1279|And his mother's hand was in his face, and her 1279|Hand was in his hands, and he saw naught but scorn: 1279|"O wretch!" quoth he, "thou need's ======================================== SAMPLE 23510 ======================================== 1287|The air within the cave, that cold, 1287|Pallid mass had scarcely let 1287|Be seen before their feet. 1287|"How strange," they cried, "to see 1287|This icy world of ice!" 1287|And lo! it now was cold. 1287|There, there beneath the cliff, 1287|And deep within the frost, 1287|A strange old story they 1287|And that old tale it brings: 1287|I'll tell you all ye know, 1287|For old it is and fair. 1287|"And when you hear it, beg to know, 1287|What is the tale ye'd care to hear, 1287|And what in truth it is 1287|It is a tale, alas! 1287|You would not much dispute, 1287|If you could know the rest." 1287|"You're a man of power and force," 1287|A little child then said. 1287|"I've heard that story thrice, 1287|A story so false, 1287|I'd rather not believe 1287|What's told to-day beside,-- 1287|When my mother told it me, 1287|In the morning of spring, 1287|As I gazed at the wild stream, 1287|On her lips I behold 1287|The words 'The stranger may enter.'" 1287|"Then I--I'd rather not believe 1287|What is told to-day beside, 1287|And the tale that's false to speak?" 1287|But he knew well that in truth 1287|And right was the story true; 1287|He had known of the stranger's 1287|And how he fared the far. 1287|"Aye! I'll tell you all yet," 1287|The little child cried aloud. 1287|"And, if ye'll hear my prayer,"-- 1287|Then he went and left her naught 1287|To guess and to doubt beside 1287|That this was a tale of fairy-land. 1287|He left her naught beside; 1287|"To you he's safe and free! 1287|In heaven's wide wide wide sky, 1287|As it flies, so it flies!" 1287|There lies in a cold grave a young man, 1287|A grave on the rocks and the rocks; 1287|For the snow hath touched his hands, 1287|And the ice hath overcome him;-- 1287|There lies a young man on the rocks. 1287|He was born in the month of October 1287|But, now he has wakened old age;-- 1287|Though he's well-knit in the clan, 1287|The man is not as he was. 1287|But, lo, his life is in bud, 1287|And his flower is not yet grown. 1287|He had a wife, the very sweetest, 1287|He loosed her with bated breath;-- 1287|His heart was light, his life was light, 1287|And his love was undefil'd, 1287|But now his wife is in slumber-- 1287|And nevermore his feet are weaving. 1287|To the land where the sweetest roses 1287|Bloom in the soft and shady places, 1287|In the land where they blossom best, 1287|In the land of the fair and stately, 1287|To the land of sweetest petals 1287|Of the roses that glow brightest, 1287|He journeyed his little footsteps, 1287|And he found in a sweet garden, 1287|A sweet garden and fragrant, 1287|A spot that seemed in the spring-time 1287|When the garden was blooming, 1287|A spot that he so longed for, 1287|And to which the heart of him, 1287|His own was so true, so true, 1287|That he knew it for the grave of him 1287|As well as the grave of his mother. 1287|On a sweet-toned day, my dear, 1287|A child was toasting bread. 1287|He sat an' looked at all that was there, 1287|At the end where the bun was laid. 1287|The bun he quickly tore away, 1287|For the ======================================== SAMPLE 23520 ======================================== 8672|That's no use, that's a dainty thing; 8672|But, my heart, I'm very sure 8672|That you a-piping down the hill, 8672|Do not sing in the middle of it; 8672|You have not a-piping my heart 8672|In the way that you say you can. 8672|Here's a rose 8672|That's grown in the grass, 8672|And it's just as well, 8672|Because it's always the same. 8672|And if you were a cat 8672|I suppose that you would know 8672|What I mean by a rose 8672|That's like the garden that I have. 8672|But you needn't mind it; 8672|You can give me a kiss-- 8672|And I don't give any more. 8672|I've had enough of flowers this summer, 8672|I'll give you a look at my house before I go; 8672|They're so small you might say they are, 8672|And they wear green leaves round their boughs; 8672|But these do not tell you a lie 8672|Unless you try. 8672|And there's the door-- 8672|So easy to guess it! 8672|And there's the room-- 8672|Do you see anything there? 8672|Do you think I would not want to be 8672|A little near to hear all she is saying? 8672|There's the hall--and the cellar--and the garden too-- 8672|She thinks it's the same. 8672|They say she's quite a poet, 8672|But she's not--I haven't a doubt, 8672|And I doubt she doesn't know 8672|That the truth may come when you're dead, 8672|And it never has come for a penny, 8672|And he who says, "Don't let her be," 8672|If he's got a soul, 8672|He can't tell where her house is-- 8672|It can't be in the street, 8672|It can't be in the lane, 8672|It can't be at a rail, 8672|It can't be under the chair, 8672|It can't be at the turn, 8672|It can't be at the table, 8672|It can't be anywhere. 8672|There's the kitchen, too-- 8672|And if you knock, she'll call you a liar, 8672|And ask if you are tired? 8672|And the closet has a lock, 8672|And the cellar too-- 8672|You'll think it does, I promise. 8672|I'm going out to tea now, dear; 8672|Do you mind, does that hurt? 8672|That's the whole of your poor pap 8672|When you think of him. 8672|Is all you think of him, 8672|Has his picture hung on the door, 8672|And I'll never take it down, dear! 8672|And if you'll only go away, 8672|And let me have him by my side, 8672|You'll not see the picture again 8672|For your mother's sake. 8672|I was going into the streets 8672|To buy me something to eat; 8672|I was going out by the way 8672|I'd come when I found it, 8672|And I saw my little sister play 8672|Just like that; 8672|You never saw the way she stood 8672|And looked out to see me pass 8672|And laughed and played, 8672|And all the children came from school 8672|And took her to them. 8672|All but the children 8672|And the little little sister, 8672|The grass was brown all along the street 8672|And all about the place 8672|And the water came through the broken stones 8672|And the chairs were green 8672|And the flowers were not, 8672|They all looked like a dream, 8672|It frightened her; 8672|And I said, "It is not fair to see 8672|The flowers all growing green"-- 8672|And she cried and she shrieked and she cried, 8672|And the tears were in her eyes. ======================================== SAMPLE 23530 ======================================== 3160|(And now these eyes with tears and sighs begin), 3160|'O wretched, wretched, wretched! what new care, 3160|What horrors of despair now plague thy mind?' 3160|"But when she thus the princely man addresses: 3160|"'From whom, O prince! this secret do I bear? 3160|A well-known sister claimed a widow's bed. 3160|And while she there in state of beauty lay, 3160|She called each stranger that approach'd her lord, 3160|And so with charms the bed-rid pillow prest. 3160|To rise, they first forbid in silence hear, 3160|Then, by the side of absent Helen speak, 3160|While, like the stars, a glowing light illumes 3160|The chamber, and the sleeping lover glows 3160|With love and longing to behold his bride: 3160|Then at the sight the care of Helen flies, 3160|And all with one accord all wish to bless. 3160|As the proud chief (for that high name is won) 3160|Loos'd from the bed (unhappy that his hour 3160|Should be the happy victim of my care); 3160|He felt the warm embraces of my arms, 3160|And in my arms he closed his chang'd embrace: 3160|To press by turns my tender shoulders down, 3160|And lay against my tender heart in smiles; 3160|Or spread my face, and call my absent wife: 3160|'Tis all to try the charms she could bestow: 3160|And now, alas! he sleeps a sleep of woes, 3160|Or else he hoped with Helen to be blest. 3160|But, O ye nymphs, to whom the genial wave 3160|From all that wide extension flow'rs a birth, 3160|And dwellers on soft Gulfurian isles! 3160|Whose bosoms, warm with ocean's primal tide, 3160|Beneath the far-residing mountains spring; 3160|To whom from such a nest the beauteous fair, 3160|With eager kisses, parts her silken pillow: 3160|Who, if she chance to wish us home again, 3160|Presents her pure white limbs, and golden hair, 3160|And every rite of happy wedlock known 3160|In that high presence, and her sister's sight! 3160|A god to woman! nor from woman's eye 3160|The glory darts, revolving in the man. 3160|But see, the god who never leaves her side 3160|Turns to the female as his own the male! 3160|I see him, when the sea the breeze inspires, 3160|And sails athwart the steepy neck of sky: 3160|The nymphs from shore, with eager kisses toss'd, 3160|The golden tresses lift, and pour abroad 3160|In my warm arms, and press my mouth to heart! 3160|Ah yet how long, how long, my spouse, endure, 3160|O miserable as thou art! no word 3160|From thee the grief to chide, but to descend 3160|The mountain from my home to share his bed. 3160|But, since I think thee blest, to seek a lord 3160|Might prove that toil in thy first love's embrace 3160|A worthy recompence; since I would own 3160|A soul with love and virtue giv'n to thee; 3160|Yet, since this very boon thy love demands, 3160|From those dark looks what secret charms conceal, 3160|Thy fairest charms can hope to gain from me.' 3160|"Thus she; and each in turns their secret vows 3160|Divided to the others. I obey'd 3160|(With pangs of tender passion still deplored). 3160|The nymph, most like to Jove, in form and face, 3160|Won me with fond consent: and, as she speaks, 3160|With lips alternate their mutual kisses pour. 3160|She ceased; in vain, till now my soul refus'd 3160|(Nor could the blood her words at once suppress). 3160|Long, long they quarrel! ah! who can the toils 3160|Of passion bend, when love is thus opposed? 3160|Or from those charms why came they not to ground ======================================== SAMPLE 23540 ======================================== 1365|And his father's son 1365|Lifted o'er the head of his mother with a single look. 1365|"Behold him!" said the king. 1365|And he brought him to him, and, while his hands were laid 1365|Upon his shoulders, said, "Come from where you stand 1365|On the left foot, and speak the words I have in charge; 1365|Let our old man here at last be king of you all!" 1365|And the peasant, all astonished at the sight, 1365|Wondered as he lifted his hands and spoke, and answered, 1365|"Surely I have not heard thus of any man! 1365|That I see not in these days of evil days 1365|Of the days of Abraham or with Moses or the Prophet; 1365|Who, with words of wisdom, can teach me the ways 1365|Of the men of Midian: what a fearful tale 1365|Is this unto you! The king of Midian is dead, 1365|By the hand of Cain, with an eye of terror and murder. 1365|He sits with the sword lifted as it were to strike, 1365|And his beard, the red beard of the king, is in shreds. 1365|A terrible man, who in war could boast of the sword 1365|Of his ancestors! And it is for him that now 1365|I bring you this message. I myself with his blood 1365|Gives to the children of mankind a blessing, which 1365|Is known as the blessing of man on man. 1365|And I fear not for the children if this man 1365|Smite well and well for a cause of men's avarice! 1365|Therefore, the father and mother of evil-born men 1365|Shall bear seed unto their children, and shall reign 1365|Over men, as of old! In all the land of Midian 1365|Shall be his grave, and no man shall see his life! 1365|And this will I send you by a spirit straight, 1365|Who has a message for you all, and his name 1365|Is the Angel of Death, and he cometh not at call, 1365|And shall not cometh, but long time hath he lain 1365|In that dark room beneath the hill of death, 1365|In anguish with the King; his crown of thorns 1365|Was on his head, and his eyes were dark with pain. 1365|And with him lived no man of Midian land, 1365|But in his place the king's son he banished 1365|From all the land of Midian, and let die 1365|The man by men called Cain! Death, the curse of God, 1365|Hath laid his head upon the dust! The people pray, 1365|With Moses and with Elias, that his fate 1365|May be the like of theirs! They pray and ween, 1365|And if they have him not, they have him not! 1365|To God be glory! from that place of horror 1365|May never more be restored one living soul! 1365|At this the eyes of man were opened wide. 1365|He spake not, but with the word his face turned pale. 1365|Then in a voice that marvellously low 1365|Broke forth, and was heard as when plates of brass 1365|In miracle are struck, the King asked his name,-- 1365|Saul, or Orest,--and thereat his visage 1365|Broke into a smile, and on the floor he said, 1365|"Son of Damast and of Eve! I have a name, 1365|And it shall cleave to me a life time after death!" 1365|Then the dark Lord raised his head and looked on him, 1365|A hideous smile of horror in his face, 1365|And said: "Son of Samson, this is thy fate!" 1365|And O heart of man, be careful to know 1365|How to bury thy shame in a little grave! 1365|He looked up, and from his back the Holy Land 1365|Shone like a pall of splendor. Over his head 1365|Pillows of gold, with crimson ribbons bound, 1365|Whose flowing folds upon their breasts were laid 1365|The silken robes ======================================== SAMPLE 23550 ======================================== 25961|That the very same boy who used to call me his son, 25961|Says I'm just a fool now, but that's just to make him laugh, 25961|And then I can't help smiling a little at that. 25961|I wish I had something. 25961|I have to wear a night-gown 25961|And I cannot ever leave it on 25961|While I'm having tea; it's a shame 25961|For a nice little girl to wear 25961|So much clothing when she grows up. 25961|You can't say the boy is gay, 25961|For a good little girl must always stand 25961|In stiff clothing when she grows up. 25961|The poor little kid's got good looks, 25961|And a funny laugh in his laugh, 25961|But his smile is sad. 25961|He's sitting on the stairs at night 25961|And he says to himself, oh, 25961|That is a pretty girl, no doubt, 25961|And I think that I'll be happy if she 25961|Was a pretty little boy and he 25961|Had never been a boy. 25961|At church you can read about children 25961|Grown up; but never on such a thing 25961|Was there ever a picture shown, 25961|But some sort of a child who hadn't learned to walk or 25961|To swim or to ride a little like him. 25961|But this is the story in the story 25961|That I am telling you this day, 25961|And this is what my dear boy went on 25961|To do or say or think. 25961|For he could only sit on the floor, 25961|He couldn't run, he had no strength, 25961|Nor roll about or play, nor run, 25961|And this is just one account only 25961|From five little children. 25961|The first was just a little boy; 25961|He had a blue dress upon his knee 25961|And said he never would be any boy. 25961|He went one day to a town in Spain, 25961|And on his arm a wooden board he carried, 25961|And that it could be spread to the sky 25961|For people to see. 25961|The second boy was the fairest, 25961|His face was the bright blue of the sky, 25961|To see the sun; and as he was there 25961|He carried the sun-light on his back, 25961|And laughed to hear the world laugh when he laughed. 25961|The third, a boy with a wisp of hair, 25961|He sat on a stile to watch the stars; 25961|He said he wouldn't see any more 25961|The light that the moon had to go to sleep. 25961|All night long he watched the bright blue skies, 25961|And as he sat watching said, oh! 25961|My mother never would think my eyes 25961|Were blue and bright. 25961|And the fourth little girl had yellow hair, 25961|And she would go and lay her head 25961|Tired on her breast and sing her little song 25961|To the birds on the trees of Spain. 25961|The fifth was a little boy; 25961|But he had a little smile in his eyes 25961|That was very fond and very sweet, 25961|And it made the hearts of his brothers glad. 25961|And he says to them all at night: 25961|I can sing well enough if I can see 25961|Things I forget to see. 25961|The sixth, a boy with curls of gold, 25961|His eyes were blue when he said he wouldn't change; 25961|And he went to be a doctor in France 25961|And he found the doctor hadn't any brain; 25961|He said, "I will wear hair in my crown"; 25961|And for two years wore it in a way. 25961|The seventh little boy has blue hair, 25961|His face has a ======================================== SAMPLE 23560 ======================================== 19221|Where the wild wood-sparrow builds her nests. 19221|With his bay'net at my heart, 19221|And his brand apart, 19221|I would fain be lying, 19221|Alone and cold, 19221|In the wild wood-sparrow's quagmire, 19221|In the shadow of the cedar tree. 19221|Alas! for John Barley Wood, 19221|That leaves me here; 19221|Alas! for David, the brave, 19221|That follows me. 19221|Alas! for valiant Kendal, 19221|And Perithoe, 19221|And brave-hearted Mark the gray, 19221|That side by side. 19221|Ah! woe is me, for I must leave these isles, 19221|And my sweet country, with her lanes so sweet; 19221|And a stranger's purse with much treasure borne, 19221|To afford me shelter and food to me! 19221|Ah me! ah me! the sweetest birds that feed 19221|Amongst the green grasses on this isle! 19221|Ah me! ah me! they all are gone, 19221|And a stranger now shall be my guest. 19221|The lark, her quarry, soaring from the skies, 19221|Sings on in the gay breezes, and prepares 19221|His nest, while I sit and weep, forsaken, 19221|Amongst the turf. The swan and the waters 19221|That run along the margin of the bay 19221|Delight me much to listen, and change 19221|My sad pilgrimage into pleasure: 19221|But, O! the sweetest song is lost 19221|In the loud storm, when the skies are black with thunder: 19221|Till rising from her clouded nest, 19221|The lightnings flash, and cloud is furrow'd; 19221|The storm-light pales her cheek, 19221|While heaven looks on in wonder--and is chang'd. 19221|My home is in my humble pavilion, 19221|By the waters of Ayora, 19221|'Tis there I call the pictures my companions 19221|In relaxation and in strife. 19221|There the traveller meets his friends, 19221|And the wanderer finds his light: 19221|There are his delights, there are his scenes of play, 19221|And there his temples and his altars. 19221|Rude are the rooms, and the beds are rough, 19221|But the curtains are of gold; 19221|Rude are the couches, but the lutes are treasured 19221|By the drunken priests of Baal; 19221|Rude are the curtains, but the tapestry 19221|Shows them in freshest aright; 19221|Somewhere 's a laughing woman's bosom-- 19221|Ah! the sweetest lover there. 19221|I love the temple when at its height, 19221|The sunlight of love o'erflow'd 19221|With fragrance from the myrtle-grove, and silent 19221|Lay the dead leaves of Nature: 19221|Or when, in the still night, it rises, 19221|And, with deep silence gathering round, 19221|Ceases for aye its work of sorrow, 19221|Solemn and sad, o'er the languid dreaming 19221|Of the loved one left below:-- 19221|Or, to some steeple, by the psalm-singer 19221|Poured music, converted air, 19221|Making of God a more beloved deity, 19221|With gentler changes ev'ry year; 19221|Here I love the temple best, when its sweet 19221|Clear splendour pouring down 19221|O'er pious poverty and slothfulness, 19221|Pours itself around as God above, 19221|And soothes the heart from its distemper 19221|And mocks the plodding sage's ability; 19221|Pours the gladness of Heaven's open door, 19221|O'er Life's rough passages so open thrown, 19221|That he who wanders wide, 19221|Sits sitting up in Heaven! 19221|I love the temple when within it 19221|Is laid the warm and loving breast ======================================== SAMPLE 23570 ======================================== 2130|He is the cause of all our misery here; 2130|In vain doth King Solomon build his towers, 2130|Or ever build with towers his kingdoms in the air, 2130|For the poor beggar with a drop of gall must pass 2130|Where the rich king can build his palaces and courts. 2130|But he that doth on the ground his foundation pile, 2130|Like the waves of the sea will to heav'n turn its face, 2130|And on his throne with all its splendours sit securely, 2130|For it is not earth that doth this earth expose to view, 2130|But only the sky and utterless, and is blear'd with dust. 2130|Thus the rich God of all this is for his delight 2130|And dotes over us at the same time with us; 2130|There is no heaven but he would look on, and he smiles on it so; 2130|No earth but he supposes us happy and here below; 2130|On him our happiness revolves, his hand supplies 2130|Plans for our future, and all his bounty supplies 2130|Fruits for our grain, or figs for our bread, or raisins for our meat, 2130|And every tree in all the garden has he there 2130|To make us richer, and his breath is strong enough to wind 2130|In the sweet air flowers and fruits to suit ourselves and for us best. 2130|There is no death but is in death, and we are as good 2130|As he is, or death is better than life to this poor tare. 2130|So, when he leaves the body and goes below, 2130|His dust then takes the form of this our earthly clay, 2130|And this we call our birth, our due, our death, and ours is the lot. 2130|But he is our life and our light: all his goodness shines, 2130|All his goodness does that is good (which is to save, 2130|To give, to hold, to love and to be loved,) 2130|So that we see the goodness of death with a clearer eye, 2130|We see it when we are born, we see it when we die, 2130|And know that 'tis goodness to lie in a good man's dust. 2130|When we shall rise up to take the heaven that is this world's high road, 2130|'Tis as if a door to let a soul through to the skies. 2130|We shall be clad in robes of glory, and in that pure air 2130|Shall live out all their days as he lived out all his. 2130|They came to thee, O Earth, with gifts and with with with with their tears, 2130|A few sweet years of tender silence, and whispers of sweet sounds 2130|That told of souls, their passions, hopes, fears, aspirations, 2130|And still between them, still, and everything soft, as the dreamy 2130|silence of sleep, that is the soul of the gift exchange. 2130|Thy gifts are but as empty as empty can be, their tears but as 2130|Can be mixed sweetly with thy tears, and their whispers not not less 2130|The heart of the Earth is open as the mouth of a lover, 2130|O Earth God, she answers, and shall answer; her tears answer as 2130|She bears the gift as a lover shall bear the treasure, and she 2130|sends us a heart when we give. 2130|All our thoughts are one, not varied in space, but linked in time, 2130|And are but thoughts, in that we hold them, as some live and some 2130|pass, or are dead and are only multitudinous, or are confused, 2130|All we feel is but the soul of a soul, in that we feel in the 2130|moody and pensive depths the breath of a spirit of life. 2130|As from the ocean to the lands of light thou goest, but we 2130|are more than ocean, sea, and earth, and all things that live or 2130|lives, and the earth that is not Earth, and all things live upon 2130|it, and air and fire; 2130|so do we feel in our souls on high feelings of love and 2130|anger, love of earth, hope and joy, and love of our God; and we 2130| ======================================== SAMPLE 23580 ======================================== 5185|"If I return with one or two of my warriors, 5185|Than the land of strangers would be my banquet!" 5185|Then he hastened homeward, wildly weeping, 5185|Like the steed that, long in battle shattered, 5185|Hastens homeward on the shoulder of the hostess; 5185|Like a wounded deer, despondent-crested, 5185|Quick returning from the chase triumphant, 5185|Rushing headlong to the forest-bounds, 5185|Wasting in the waters all the others. 5185|In his train, the hero left-behind him, 5185|Like the leaves, that, as the wind drives backward, 5185|Like the sand the reed upon the billow, 5185|Like the snowdrift quickly melting, 5185|From his folks the hero left-behind him. 5185|Came the reaper, Wainamoinen, 5185|And on his ploughshare clomb the hero, 5185|Quickly sowed the seeds of sowing, 5185|Hedged the land about with coverlets, 5185|Blessed the sower's hands with blessings, 5185|And the seeds among his followers. 5185|Wainamoinen, ancient hero, 5185|To Kaleva's land-hold came accordingly, 5185|Quick returning from the chase victorious, 5185|Like the leaves, that, as the wind drives backward, 5185|Like the billows, sand-like, quickly melting, 5185|From his people all the others sowed he. 5185|Kaleva's sons together sowed the seeds, 5185|But among Kaleva's strongest men 5185|Was the strongest sower in all his band. 5185|Pertius, Lempo's eldest daughter, 5185|First of all the seeds her hands collected, 5185|Plywood was the costly harvest, 5185|Large the price of all the sowing, 5185|Made of leaves of beech and of pine-tree, 5185|First among the sower's blessings, 5185|In the sowing of Wainamoinen. 5185|There were three fair trees of rising, 5185|Mountain-ash, double mountain-ash, 5185|And the oak-tree highest of the blossoms, 5185|Of the brightest lustre twined together. 5185|There were three fair lakes in arrangement, 5185|Four in all, in full harmony, 5185|And at once the lovely sounds of dancing 5185|Through the air were heard on every hand; 5185|Merry voices, dulcimers happily, 5185|Loud shouts of heroes, and the voices 5185|Of the highly-skilled magicians, 5185|Toils for wealth, and troubles of young women, 5185|For their beds and pillows, night and day 5185|Wandering round in the land of strangers, 5185|Through the land of evil-doers, 5185|Through the land of scanty resources. 5185|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen. 5185|"Now the best of stones are waking, 5185|From the ground a rock, a high one, 5185|Is now rising, and now falling; 5185|This the stones that I will heap higher, 5185|That I will heap, in unison, 5185|In the name of Goody Flat-rai, 5185|In the name of Sariola's daughter, 5185|In the name of Fairies and Fauns, 5185|In the faith of the seven-days and nine. 5185|"Never will I give in undertaking 5185|To the girl to be embraced kindly, 5185|Never will I give in executing 5185|Thoughtless deeds without consulting 5185|With the tender Sariola's daughter. 5185|With my trusty 'Bring-knot' I'm pressing, 5185|With my trusty 'Boon-skin,' I'm pressing, 5185|With my 'Devil-hair' and my 'Gnarl-group.' 5185|"Should this thought come o'er your mind uncertain, 5185|Wainola's maids are waiting patiently; 5185|Bring the 'Boon-skin,' I'll imbed it here, 5185|Wrap the 'Devil ======================================== SAMPLE 23590 ======================================== 35279|For the love of Him who made me, 35279|For the love of Him who made you! 35279|To the light and music of a sweet symphony, 35279|To the glory of a glorious life on earth, 35279|To the great and little voices of our Mother-Goddess, 35279|To the music of a golden harp,-- 35279|Thought's sweet harp, and harp of joyance, 35279|And a joyous night beyond the stars, to be spent, 35279|With a life in store of music and in sights in store of light! 35279|'Twas God's will, that our poor hearts 35279|Should sometimes in song rejoice, 35279|A simple song of love and joy and friendship. 35279|'Twas God's will that our broken bones 35279|In our first death should strengthen us; 35279|That we, who are weak, should be strengthened on the days. 35279|'Twas God's will that the poor should grow rich 35279|By working harder than the rich, 35279|That God should guard and cheer us, and give us peace. 35279|'Twas God's will that the poor should have all things that the rich 35279|Have little to deserve, 35279|That the poor should be strong and that they be content. 35279|And by and by our sons of fortune should have their own 35279|little Bess of the valley, I love her well. 35279|And God, the father of us all, 35279|Will make the poor happy son 35279|In the land of the living light, 35279|And the Land of Plenty. 35279|They are but the spirits of our sorrows, those who were 35279|too sweet for sorrow's bitter sepulchre, 35279|Too bright for stars to shine in the full day. 35279|They are but the spirits of our joys, in youth's gay time, long 35279|days of hope and pleasure gone. 35279|They are but the spirits of our pleasures, our mirth in their 35279|brighter moments, their eyes full of tears. 35279|They are but the ghosts of dreams, of fancies long dead and the 35279|ghosts of those whom we shall meet in the future. 35279|They are but the spirits of the dreamer in the midnight, dreaming in 35279|his garden of light. 35279|They are but the ghosts of hopes, which have been so full of 35279|sorrow, and the hopes of the past gone! 35279|For the soul must rise to the shadow of death, and, smiling 35279|with a smile to cover it, fall asleep. 35279|And the spirit must retire--then live on through all ages, 35279|and ever be the same in its weariness and woe. 35279|There are spirits for each man to find in the wayward and the 35279|solitary, and spirit for every man to be to another's companion, 35279|and spirit for every man to be happy. 35279|And we bow before them, and we believe in the promise, when the 35279|time cometh, of this world. 35279|We are the sons of the spirits that haunt this world, for the 35279|we shall pass from our presence. This world is a gaunt world. 35279|"_O you sons of the fickle world, you shall never stay. 35279|You must pass from this world, you must go from the presence of 35279|another, you must go. The world shall end or be vanquished. 35279|Be patient and be faithful. 35279|I shall wait on you, for you are my chosen. 35279|My wings are far to beckon you, and my soul is high._" 35279|The spirit of the grave comes forward in the night, but he does not 35279|speak. Our spirits, his spirits, pass out into the distance like 35279|trances. 35279|The world is a dead calm and is lost in the distance. 35279|In this world, on this dead calm, nothing shall linger or endure. 35279|If a man's heart has a wish, a desire, a hope, then he would do 35279|any thing that he would desire. 35279|There are spirits of hope, of faith, of aspiration, and they come 35279|forward in the ======================================== SAMPLE 23600 ======================================== 35996|The words that broke the silence:-- 35996|"She's a very little maid, 35996|And what I've done is wrong, 35996|I pray you, let me take the air 35996|As well as you can breathe! 35996|She's twenty, and she has such a white 35996|Young neck, and such a pretty face, 35996|So pretty, such a shy way of speaking, 35996|She will do, she will have you to be. 35996|She knows you--she knows so well 35996|That you must not trust her for a lover, 35996|And that when he is true, she's false, too. 35996|I wish she were not so fair, 35996|Nor come so much too near 35996|The things you hold most dear to you. 35996|I should not be so bold, I know, 35996|Lest all you would not say 35996|When he is so sweet and tender, 35996|Would mar the pleasure you're enjoying." 35996|"Well, I'll talk to him of that! 35996|I won't say a word to him; 35996|I'll not let any eye 35996|Of any one but you 35996|Of him that is to be our wedded wife. 35996|For she's more than that to me; 35996|I'll take him to mean more than himself." 35996|"My father was a shipwright"-- 35996|"He must have worked at it," cried 35996|She, with a start, "I will not say 35996|That is not well. But you'll hear about it." 35996|"It's a very good deal for me 35996|To ask you to marry me," 35996|And she gave him a look of anger 35996|That was like fire before 35996|She could think of what it was to look 35996|On the sweet face of the maiden she lov'd. 35996|"I told him nothing, I, at least, 35996|Save that I loved him, I suppose, 35996|Whilst he only cared for himself; 35996|And that I was a little thing-- 35996|And not worth twenty pounds, I think. 35996|To say there is no reason why we should part 35996|Is simply saying the very thing. 35996|And I think, when I think of it, I feel 35996|That the only way for me to be 35996|Unhappy is if the only one 35996|Who has anything to do with me 35996|Were to be left of the other two 35996|A little while--one hour! The last thing 35996|I would rather not; so, I will not say 35996|That there is no reason for you or me 35996|To be unhappy--or for him to come or go 35996|Without the other three in company." 35996|Now the first he was as good as good could be, 35996|And very loving, and brave, and well, too-- 35996|With all, however, one slight defect-- 35996|I knew. But at last the second came, 35996|And it gave me great pleasure to find, 35996|For my soul was afraid-- 35996|"I really can't say I care," she said, 35996|To keep her secrets, or I would spoil them all. 35996|But the rest, she thought, would make no difference, 35996|For the wedding would be for an English maiden. 35996|Her hair lay gold upon the altar-cloth, 35996|Her eyes were pure as the stars that shine 35996|In the heavens over the ocean's rim. 35996|All this had been before I knew a great sin; 35996|But now I knew,--"And so," she said, "I'll go." 35996|And now she bowed, and with a look that wiled, 35996|She, half turning to me with a smile half-turned, 35996|"You are a good man, aren't you, Mary?" 35996|I smiled, "I am, and that's what you're to me." 35996|It is the happy time of the year, 35996|When birds are happy in the sun; 35996|When suns are brighter and warmer-- 35996|When breezes blow and clouds are gone; ======================================== SAMPLE 23610 ======================================== May this good ship go down, 12241|And in her stead another, 12241|With other goods of merchandise; 12241|A third again I hope she'll bring, 12241|With goods by other merchants sold. 12241|But, if I might but know it true, 12241|I'd think the third had better been 12241|The third the merchant's vessel still. 12241|Who are you? -- my name is John Gourmand. 12241|And why do you stand in the dark? 12241|You tell me, you do not see; 12241|And I'm going to tell you why. 12241|I'm going to stand in the dark, 12241|I'm going to stand in the dark; 12241|And there's only one thing that I know, -- 12241|You're going to stand in the light! 12241|Who sent you this present to me ... and who? 12241|A dear, old lady of Jersey. 12241|She lives in a cottage by the sea 12241|With only an old hat on, and a tuft of the corn. 12241|It was a little boat, 12241|All silver and painted, 12241|A little craft by old dames on the beach, 12241|And saved in their last funds. 12241|Dear sir, and lady, sit and count the money, 12241|And come and look on our vessel. 12241|The old wife's name was Sorrow 12241|And her fortune was small: 12241|But oh, how brave was her heart 12241|On the bitter seas! 12241|To a small bark which drifted, 12241|A beacon-light on the night. 12241|(There came from the seas 12241|A dim, distant cry.) 12241|Dear lady, you've saved us ... 12241|By saving us ... 12241|You left your father's home, you left your mother's life, 12241|And came to a boat that sailed alone. 12241|You've come to a boat, a beacon-boat. 12241|You're safe on the shores ... 12241|And the man who was brave and faithful 12241|Will be faithful to you. 12241|The ship will bear you ... 12241|But how God will know! 12241|And the old sea-maid, lonely, wretched, 12241|Will have nothing to do, dear, 12241|But weave her little lamp, 12241|And carry it safely over the waves; 12241|And the little craft will be near 12241|And gently listen 12241|Through the silence of the night, 12241|For the sound of the Lark's song, 12241|For the touch of his hand, 12241|And all that ever he said: 12241|For the song where there is only the sound 12241|Of the sea and a little sky. 12241|O little ship, so crafty and shy, 12241|What luck or what magic have you done? 12241|Does your shadow, invisible, 12241|Turn your white hull into a blue? 12241|Or do you bend and kiss the water, 12241|In a kind of happy wonder, 12241|As if you were made ready to sail, 12241|And nothing can bring you back again? 12241|We'll see! You have no time to lose, 12241|No time to lose, nor any; 12241|The little boat flies and speeds and dives 12241|And you're safe on the broadway! 12241|How many days and hours are gone! 12241|And how many lives you save. 12241|The lights were in the stable! 12241|The lamps were burning! 12241|The patient wag of pins and needles, 12241|The tired eye that couldn't close, 12241|The patient throat that couldn't quote the burthen, 12241|The patient flesh and blood, 12241|The patient crew of stableman, 12241|The stableroom, the ward and all. 12241|The steady wagon ran on the squares, 12241|The steady wagon staggered and glanced 12241|From iron eye to iron eye, 12241|From ear to ear to ear 12241|For the arrival of stableman. 12241|He drove in the stableman's road-driver's hat, 12241|And stableman looked at the ======================================== SAMPLE 23620 ======================================== 2621|And a bird and a crow in a bower 2621|And a knight and a lady at a door. 2621|Bold and glad is she whose joy is in making; 2621|The life of the earth is her joy, her passion; 2621|She has found the flower that is most precious: 2621|And by that flower she has found her happiness. 2621|The life of the world is her comfort; 2621|And the life of the flower she would change forever; 2621|Yet she has found the sweetest flower ever 2621|That ever grew in the world: 2621|Its storied leaves are stars, 2621|And its fruit is happiness, 2621|From the root brewed by a hand 2621|That has never stepped on clay. 2621|I do remember how, in a country town, 2621|We lived among the swamps and the yellow corn, 2621|And the smell of the earth and the bloom of the sky, 2621|And the sound of the creek and the kingly moon. 2621|And when the stars began to twinkle weak, 2621|And the clocks began to tick, 2621|We laughed and I danced with the others 2621|That dwell among the shadows on earth's face, 2621|With a jest and a jollity 2621|And a great big heap of talk. 2621|We laughed and we jigged 2621|With the young blood of the town,-- 2621|The red heads of the nation, 2621|That have grown out of your country's bosom. 2621|And it was great to know 2621|The rasp of the railroad in the morning, 2621|The rattle of the rattlesnake in the fen; 2621|To feel the sound 2621|Of the brook in the meadow, 2621|The smoke of the factory 2621|And the smell of the smutch in the country town. 2621|We never could understand 2621|Why men were always so mad or funny, but 2621|We always found them beautiful or kind. 2621|We never could understand 2621|The reason of their ways or the joy of their lives 2621|Or the sorrow of their parting; it seemed to us 2621|All things looked piteous and unsatisfied; 2621|We never could understand 2621|The love of the mother for her son; 2621|The grief of the father for his dead; 2621|The pain 2621|Of the lonely housewife to whom she is more dear 2621|Than his whose she was. 2621|And yet we always found 2621|That a man's worth did not diminish with age: 2621|Even the dark roughness of his hair 2621|Uncurbed the might of his winged youth, 2621|And like a great joy in his bosom woke 2621|Forth fresh desires and new imaginings. 2621|And so we worshipped and praised him 2621|As he rose in years to all men's eyes, 2621|And all men may admire him; 2621|Yet what can I say to the woman in the street 2621|Who says that I look at him in the eyes 2621|And do not grow with him, and suddenly 2621|Sell my old things, like a woman, 2621|And buy new clothes for the same? 2621|I can but tell you 2621|And plead with you 2621|How beautiful I was 2621|When I was young: 2621|That life was a pleasure, 2621|That youth was rest: 2621|That love was love light, 2621|And youth was love great: 2621|That beauty was truth, 2621|And youth was youth's glitter: 2621|That life was a grief, 2621|And heaving sighs 2621|That flowered, 2621|And youth was revelry: 2621|And that night, 2621|When the clock struck 2621|The hour for our meeting, 2621|I was laughing like a girl, 2621|And dancing on the green: 2621|I was happy like a fay, 2621|And all night long 2621|I sang and danced 2621|Like a dancer in a grove. 2621|I was proud like a buffalow, ======================================== SAMPLE 23630 ======================================== 1279|And, like a lion, sweeps thy heart along 1279|To fight wi' thy mistress in the warld. 1279|O where the little birds, and all the flowers! 1279|Come back and sweeten the dull winter's day! 1279|Sweet are the shades when sweet birds sing, 1279|But sweeter far when morning greeteth noon, 1279|And sweeter far within an open-skied field, 1279|The woods and wilds, and flowing meadows green, 1279|When birds delight, and lovers meet, 1279|And meadow-larks and blackbird's vocal strain, 1279|And love-larks hush their ditties near. 1279|O'er moor and moorland love is rife, 1279|O'er wilds and peaceful meadows rife; 1279|The woods resound with love divine, 1279|The woods resound with love divine. 1279|Where all the woods resound with love, 1279|Where all the hills resound with love; 1279|The winds in wild unthought-of nooks 1279|Charm the sweet woods with their music sweet; 1279|The woods resound with love divine. 1279|Tune--"I would that I could wed a Brown." 1279|See a' body thought of sin, 1279|But a' body dawdit o' a' earth 1279|Though the least an earth may seem 1279|This body wad sud a hell o' hell. 1279|O where does sin and earth conspire? 1279|This life is a' grace and a' ill, 1279|But a' body nought but dust yet, 1279|This life wad souse a body more. 1279|Oh, I am fain to wed a Brown, 1279|But a' body nameless and unknown, 1279|Though a' body may think me dead, 1279|This body maun keep shame thegither. 1279|O I would I were a Lord o' Hell, 1279|Or a' Lord did ever live, 1279|Or but a slave and a son o my ain: 1279|Or but a servie-o'erous beast 1279|That stood by my wi' a whip o' mine 1279|I wish I were a lord o my ain. 1279|For tho' I am sae guid in spirit, 1279|I am wae to think on the past, 1279|There's nae sic exces' thae o' Heaven 1279|But keeps my spirit frae wrang. 1279|But there's nae hope in a' Hell 1279|But a diseased body left: 1279|Aft braw a lassie's heart frae mine 1279|Turns awa' its love and its mirth. 1279|And though I am far awa', 1279|And far owre sou'd, and thought o' Hell, 1279|I gi'e my apport, my best Lancelot 1279|A seat thro' the Baxtor. 1279|I've lost my heart, I've lost my heart, 1279|I fidge am wae and wae i' Hell: 1279|Loud bo's'd are thro' the wud o' Hell 1279|In their loves, their lasses, and their bears. 1279|Now, lass! blaw the horn, and row me in: 1279|There's nae hang at the Baxtor. 1279|The hale course through the Winkie town, 1279|We dae drive a kye; 1279|An' we'll e'e a broad an' a broad, 1279|To see the kye ride. 1279|An' we will mak a greetin' ane, 1279|To the kye, and hear, 1279|An' we'll mak' a wakefu' wake, wo'r we, 1279|To the kye at the Waits. 1279|Then there'll be a wake at the haw, 1279|As sweet as a skelp; 1279|There'll be the kye, a win' from the whiss, 1279|Wi' the hale team behind. 1279|The kye may dally, wi' a dang an' dur ======================================== SAMPLE 23640 ======================================== 16059|Á los derechos de Ámbar.” 16059|Cuando su canto, 16059|Que en tus caras con oro, 16059|Alzó á la lecho á las armas, 16059|De una rica en cercanulo 16059|Llevaran cima la vega, 16059|En sus lágrimas y lágranas 16059|Después en el mar de la guerra, 16059|Y se mueven ¡oh! quiero un día! 16059|¡Oh! cuántos hartos de fiestas 16059|Del mar, de la guerra, 16059|Y por grano 16059|Por la regia fuera y ríe, 16059|Después en su cabeza 16059|Hizo grande y las escombros 16059|Á los dias! y el pecho 16059|Del dueño, y el pérfido 16059|Para su honor de la puerta, 16059|¡Cuántas noches vivas y dando! 16059|Por los que es siempre 16059|El día, 16059|¡Oh blancos alegres, de amargura, 16059|La dulumza en la alborada! 16059|¿Qué ciega noche, que le hontens sabe 16059|Con grana noche, que le cantó su razones, 16059|Nunca sabes de la lota 16059|De la alzonde, en este momento 16059|De que le plado de una vieja, 16059|Y de la espada alzado 16059|El suelo infesta rojo, 16059|¡Oh sabes! nunca señora, 16059|Por la pelea 16059|Hizo gruene saludio, 16059|Que aunque en el centro han de su valor 16059|Pone al inmenso vertido, 16059|¡Te rejogado 16059|Y en entre dientes pidelec 16059|La muerte, y la fiereza 16059|¡Ay! ay! señora, ¡viene, señora! 16059|En este instante, cuitada 16059|La luz se levanta 16059|Deja en cuanta la voz reconosaba. 16059|Está el semblante, cuando al lágrino 16059|El cuerpo la noche se levanta 16059|Que en él ya en ella el tiempo respeto 16059|En el cielo la selva el centro se loque. 16059|Las guirnals llega el ave lugete, 16059|Las noches te atrevimiento, 16059|Ni la igual con el centro no pasa. 16059|Y el centro el hielo se respeto, 16059|De la ave fortuna, 16059|Y en su alcorde el valle y luego 16059|Con cima y desnudo la cima 16059|No busca en los pajes que el valle 16059|Y entre con su alcoba. 16059|La noche se levanta 16059|El hielo que pasa al marinero; 16059|Los aflicción son la tierra, 16059|Y entre alegres llenó y dolores, 16059|La tierra, la alma mía, la alma llora; 16059|Que en verano el templo al zafirio, 16059|Las guirnales que el valle sola, 16059|Y entre el ronco, el rorde, el valle, 16059|La alzarta misma, 16059|Á los corazones de los árabones, 16059|Los corona que susurren quejas 16059|Á los natiendo míos, 16059|La albrçione de los banderas, 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 23650 ======================================== 19221|A long life of labour and sin, 19221|A home where reason is still unknown, 19221|Where virtue and folly coexist-- 19221|A life of poverty, and pain, and care, 19221|That shall not, shall not, be my lot! 19221|That thou shalt never learn to roam 19221|And seek among the silent air 19221|A home where there is fanned to breathe 19221|The glow and colour of the sun-- 19221|There shall he always be, and near, 19221|Who dwells within those cheerful skies. 19221|There, there he will watch and ward 19221|Against the winds and tides his power; 19221|And, ever mindful still of thee, 19221|Will still his course pursue keep; 19221|But when he shall have run his race, 19221|He and his kind progeny, 19221|Like wind and tide, shall part again. 19221|The wind that sways the western wave, 19221|At night, like thee, drives on his quest 19221|Through that eternal sleep wherein 19221|Noon on this world rests as in a bubble; 19221|Through that sleep which in this wise 19221|Breathes from the East upon this world 19221|And brings sweet balm and healing to all. 19221|And onward still his course he plies, 19221|And winds with speed that has no end; 19221|And in the depths of this deep sleep 19221|He meets his progeny, 19221|Like to the peasant boy, that strays 19221|Through the long dells and dells of forest 19221|To gain the leafy nooks with mossy knoll. 19221|He comes to rescue by your shore, 19221|When the long waves have gained the strand; 19221|To console you with his voice, 19221|And bid you welcome with his hand 19221|From the wild deep to where he came; 19221|The happy wand'rer, who has found 19221|This sleep, so distant, bright, and deep, 19221|That he may never more draw nigh! 19221|I cannot sing, you know, 19221|As I would that I might try: 19221|But I will try anyway, 19221|If, when I fall asleep, 19221|My eager, feeble hand 19221|Hangs trembling over you. 19221|Perhaps there may be here 19221|Some little wonderment, 19221|Of which I have no notion-- 19221|Perhaps I shall there 19221|Find some account of you; 19221|I don't know that I can-- 19221|God bless you, and God bless Mom, 19221|And God bless all the dear folks 19221|In the cottage on the hill! 19221|And God bless little Annie, 19221|And God bless little Kate,-- 19221|And God bless little Lu, too, 19221|The sweetest little lass! 19221|Auld Rob the Greef is a fiddler fond and true, 19221|For a' he blauds, yet aye he loves the play; 19221|His black hole sun shines brightly and clearly, 19221|But wae and widdert wi' his gowans fa'in'. 19221|His black holes sun shines brightly and clearly 19221|But wae and widdert wi' his gowans fa'in'. 19221|Fader-biddel, my lad, I trow, was nae sae bauld, 19221|Whar I fondly fell upon my knee sae blue; 19221|But a' the lasses were hafflins thin and sae tow, 19221|Whar our lanesome kith and kin have been unknown. 19221|Fader-biddel, my lad, I trow, was nae sae bauld, 19221|Whar I fondly fell upon my knee sae blue; 19221|But a' the lasses were hafflins thin and sae tow, 19221|Whar our lanemanth and kin have been unknown. 19221|Had they been thretty, they had been a' my sister's bairn; 19221|But for the kirn-drum, a' the kirn-drum of a' ye see, 19221|That ======================================== SAMPLE 23660 ======================================== 27221|Thy gentle eye, thy heart, thy spirit all adore. 27221|"O beauteous youth! whoe'er thou art, 27221|Who dwellest by the river-side; 27221|And tell thy name, what race thou spring, 27221|Whom fate and fortune desire; 27221|If haply others thou do know, 27221|In yonder garden-close thou seest 27221|A pretty, happy, and a blest youth." 27221|"O, yes; all know me by that name, 27221|Whose fame is known throughout this beauteous flood; 27221|But tell me, thou, what race is he? 27221|'Tis written that he is a Dane; 27221|And that his name is Ettrick now." 27221|"Dane? what is that vulgar name, 27221|That vulgar name is unknown to fame. 27221|But tell me, Ettrick, what is he?" 27221|"The poet, Peter, that so well writ 27221|In this sweet song, his name I read; 27221|But he is come; why does he sing? 27221|For he a Dane is, ere he go; 27221|And, as I've a manuscript to prove, 27221|He claims it to his name alone." 27221|"Now tell me Peter, thou the same, 27221|From whom a Dane can claim a Dane? 27221|For I believe thou'rt the true Peter." 27221|"That claim is true enough, and well; 27221|But I claim a stranger's title too; 27221|For I am not a Dane, nor born, 27221|But am his ancestor's son." 27221|"Peter, what is Ettrick's name?" 27221|"'Tis written _Ettrick_, and I read, 27221|He claims it to his name alone. 27221|But, if there is a poet's name, 27221|Never, never tell thy name; 27221|But call thee _Peter_, thou Peter, 27221|Thou stranger to thyself." 27221|"A Dane, true Peter, thy ancestor's name?" 27221|"True Peter, I am his ancestor's name; 27221|But I claim a stranger's title too; 27221|For I am his ancestor's name. 27221|"But when I'm old, and have lived long years, 27221|And seen the face of all men's foe! 27221|When Time has borne away my brain, 27221|And from my heart the vital fluid 27221|With whose pure virtue I was cradled, 27221|And spread my life's fair banner free; 27221|Then thou and I together will 27221|My story learn, and mourn our lot. 27221|"The world, like a great play-boy, 27221|Gets up, and turns aside, 27221|And takes his ease in the play-shed; 27221|The sun is shining, thou art weeping, 27221|And he is dead, thy father's foe. 27221|"Far from thy green trees dying, 27221|Far from thy swans and thy deer, 27221|The winds play round thee, but they never 27221|Come round to fan thy golden hair. 27221|"From thy green trees, pale Ettrick, 27221|I bring a blessing of roses, 27221|A blessing of roses, 27221|And let thee hence, and perish with the rest. 27221|"For Ettrick, the lofty, 27221|For Ettrick, the fair, 27221|I make a long vow of fealty, 27221|Of fealty, 27221|Or else my life are in danger, my friend. 27221|"Now welcome to Ettrick, 27221|For he is fallen, thy brother is standing; 27221|For Ettrick, 27221|Thy sister's brother, thy father's son, 27221|A brother the poor heart cannot bear. 27221|"He is gone to perish, 27221|For he is fallen, that brave man; 27221|He will come back to thee, 27221|When thou for Ettrick art weeping, mourning, 27221|When thou for Ettrick art bleeding, weeping. 27221|"Now ======================================== SAMPLE 23670 ======================================== 1287|To you." 1287|She turned upon her heel,--her cheeks were all aglow,-- 1287|Like an enamour'd girl, she blush'd; and with her hair-- 1287|A cloud of honey flow'd to the ground. 1287|"My sonne! my child! my owne," she said, "I pray, 1287|May God ne'er make you to despise me so!-- 1287|For ne'er did man in this world so ill deserve, 1287|Nor yet disgraced be by being loved. 1287|For ne'er in thy sight did cruelty or war 1287|Waken in thee such charity as this. 1287|"If thou canst love, thou canst despise me not, 1287|For my heart and brain I hate thy hate, 1287|And my pride will keep this in check. 1287|I will not bear it, whate'er may come, 1287|Nor, with my sonne will I e'er contend; 1287|I'll love and honour thee still, my own. 1287|To love and love thou 'rt still a minster, man. 1287|To despise a man to love is sin! 1287|THY owne God, in whose bosome Thou art found! 1287|In whom the image of thyself doth dwell! 1287|If thyselfe thou art, O Maker, Godhead, 1287|Then is thy selfe thy child; and Godhead, 1287|Whom here we worship, we from thee, man, 1287|Our image cannot vanish away, man. 1287|It liveth in thee, it gloweth in thine eye, 1287|And from thee it may well proceed. 1287|I from thee do my nature take, 1287|A form in this world I cannot bear! 1287|But if, by being withth that image, 1287|Our love grows manifold, we'll love, 1287|Thee, and that body, man, will adore! 1287|THOU art one with the best of our race! 1287|What, shall I then expresse thee to the farthest 1287|That here in this world can be known, 1287|If I could not see thee in thine owne face? 1287|Thou art a form in thine owne face, 1287|Yet canst love, what wilt thou not impart? 1287|It cannot be, if thou art not I, 1287|And what else canst love or thou impart? 1287|For thou wilt leave me when grown old, 1287|If thou could'st not love me, in thine eyes. 1287|LIVES there a man the life of him that is 1287|Willing to gain, and him that gains, his part 1287|Firmly to both maintain, and not to be 1287|By only one. 1287|This is a true man who loves his soul, 1287|But, being soothe or torment'd, will not stir 1287|One inch at once to move his fellow-man, 1287|For to his selfe he would resign them all. 1287|'Tis that, ye wise ones, which in this world is 1287|Of love the most alive, in which our love 1287|Has most to do. 1287|I, being thus, and loved thus by thee, 1287|Am much more alive than I who've nothing else 1287|To do. And as I'll make a true man, 1287|This life shall please me well, or well I'll please thee, 1287|Though I be not the very life to thee. 1287|YET, while in the church we find 1287|Favour at every moment, 1287|And God, who bids us see, 1287|Will not of his life-days 1287|Vouchsafe us peace: 1287|Though at other times 1287|He will in anger frown, 1287|And a tempest shake, 1287|If on the eve of this, 1287|We, when at the feastings 1287|Our feasts are served! 1287|When the Lord forwilleth 1287|With meat and wine, 1287|He saith that he is 1287|Cared for for ever, 1287|And, when he ======================================== SAMPLE 23680 ======================================== 4369|And the great day, the great day, is here. 4369|When will they come? Where? Who knows? 4369|I love it in the silence yet, 4369|For my hands burn to the touch and thrill 4369|When I touch the fire that burns too long. 4369|I would I had a god to bring 4369|Out of the dark and bring it out of the dark; 4369|A god to help me keep it warm; 4369|To keep it ever cool. 4369|A god might be in heaven; 4369|Or might be in hell. 4369|I would I had a god to take 4369|And pour my heart into his mouth so dry: 4369|To be his drunkard and drink it down-- 4369|Letting the wine run! 4369|To let it run! 4369|I would I had a god to sing 4369|Lowly and low as any lark 4369|That croons in the lonesome spring, 4369|To say, "There is nothing, nothing, 4369|Between you and heaven! 4369|Nothing, nothing!" 4369|I would I had a god to say, 4369|"Give me your hand!" and to lead me to his bliss, 4369|And I'd kneel down in faith 4369|And give my love; and at his word 4369|I'd love till life be drained. 4369|Oh, I would I had a god! 4369|So long as the worlds are ours. 4369|God is a great mystery, 4369|Where it is we shall not know, 4369|But must work in silence through, 4369|Till we know what we are. 4369|And if we do not know, 4369|God will not save us save us at all. 4369|To have a god is to dream 4369|That we are what we dreamed, 4369|In a wonderful dream 4369|To which we cannot wake. 4369|But the dream is not the man; 4369|And you're not what I dreamed, 4369|You know you're not what you dream. 4369|The wind blows all its love-wise dreams 4369|From the blue sky to the plain, 4369|And the sun beats all its dreams to rest 4369|On the blue sky on the hill. 4369|And it blows its dreams all out of tune, 4369|And the breeze's song is a lay, 4369|And the flowers' song is a tale of rain, 4369|And the sea sings a riddle of stars. 4369|And it strikes all its dreams with wrong, 4369|With one word, and one smile: 4369|That all they sang, that each dream is true: 4369|"Who will buy the dreams we tell?" 4369|And the wind blows no more its love-wise dreams 4369|From the blue sky to the plain, 4369|And the sun beats no more its dreams to rest 4369|On the blue sky on the hill-- 4369|But God's dream is most worth the rain or shine 4369|On the blue sky on the hill. 4369|From the blue sky 4369|To the green hill-side 4369|They're calling with hands that are white as wool 4369|For dear babes in hiding. 4369|When the wind blows 4369|Out of the blue 4369|They are like little lilies white and thin-- 4369|Like little lilies white and thin 4369|That wander from the hill. 4369|The winds of the years are passing away, 4369|And they shall fall away with the fall of tears; 4369|The years are passing away; 4369|And they will be remembered in death like dust. 4369|And the wind will blow. 4369|And God's dream, 4369|This dream of the wind and of the sea, will live, 4369|And there will be the shadow of a prayer 4369|With the breath of the wind from the blue sea's breast, 4369|And the shadow of a prayer 4369|Deep in the soul of the hill. 4369|For God's dreams, 4369|Like the wind and the flowers in the spring, 4369|Are all they seem. 4369|So the dream is God ======================================== SAMPLE 23690 ======================================== 36954|A year and a day ago, 36954|All to the home of an old girl, 36954|A girl of the South was she, 36954|And her kind and humble heart 36954|Was like to break in a trice 36954|When they came round that way. 36954|When the old fellow next he saw 36954|Had called his name a thousand times, 36954|I'd already a dream in sight, 36954|And it was some young thing's: 36954|And he was the son of his son, 36954|And he had an unselfish mind 36954|And he lived on the same, long while, 36954|When they came round that way. 36954|A year and a day ago, 36954|His body was dead that way; 36954|But he was the son of the good old man 36954|Who lived here all his days, 36954|And his name was good in words, 36954|And his heart was kind. 36954|But this was the little child, 36954|The girl with a child's face, 36954|And he is the man's son 36954|Of the boy from the South; 36954|And the man's name's long before, 36954|And the girl's name's short before. 36954|And now the boy came by 36954|His father's place and the door, 36954|And he asked him why it was 36954|That his house was empty now. 36954|"Why," said the man's son, 36954|"Why," said he, "what do you say? 36954|I won't be idle now 36954|For the house I built for the children here, 36954|So I'll help my neighbor make use of his land-- 36954|And for those young folks who'll come out of the wood 36954|To be housekeepers and to do things like that. 36954|The house was full!" 36954|He went to the wood and he came back, 36954|After having eaten and rested awhile, 36954|But no one gave him a word or a look; 36954|His eyes looked like big, angry men when they spoke!-- 36954|The man's son was not very at all. 36954|He had to go back to his work and the town, 36954|And when he came, he was stiff and ill; 36954|When his wife showed him God's hand, he could see 36954|There was more in it than it seemed. 36954|He didn't ask a thing; 36954|He'd never had one thing from no one, 36954|Or much in it--at all. 36954|The house was all made up in sand, 36954|With a fence around the yard, 36954|And he was glad for the work to have been done, 36954|And he was cheerful when he smiled; 36954|But he didn't like to be made to feel 36954|That the things they'd been through in the past day 36954|Were nothing but a dream. 36954|But the old woman was glad to hold him in, 36954|And say, "You're better than well," 36954|And her smile was like that of the lady in red 36954|When she's glad to have him here. 36954|What a little girl is she (who may be 36954|The luckiest I ever knew,) 36954|Who comes for her old age with her smile 36954|And her tears, and her heart, as she goes! 36954|She is in her old girl's half. 36954|She's got her little hand up in the air, 36954|Like a prayer to God to be heard, 36954|And she's coming into the family room, 36954|And the old folks, and the daughters, too. 36954|And the children are smiling now; 36954|How they wonder what is going on, 36954|And the mother's so happy and hale, 36954|And the father's as gaily dressed 36954|As his _own_, and he'll just be back soon, 36954|The old man with the red-lined hair, 36954|And his eyes like bright diamonds, bright 36954|As the rays on the stars, at night 36954|When they shine in our own house. 36954|He was a noble man, ======================================== SAMPLE 23700 ======================================== 1030|The Lords of his estate, 1030|To keep us in good order, 1030|And not allow us to go 1030|With any disorder, 1030|What a horrid sound is this is; 1030|Here's to the good King's health, 1030|And to the peace and good will 1030|By Jove, it is the second 1030|That shall go to the death. 1030|With a great shout the people 1030|Come from every side, 1030|To the king's house, that stands 1030|About a garden-ground, 1030|Where, all in order due, 1030|The Lord Protector's foot 1030|Upon the ground does strike 1030|And the people take occasion 1030|To make him an example, 1030|To be their King again; 1030|While the Lords of the land 1030|(A word of applause) 1030|The Lord Protector's right 1030|With the people's King to the gate: 1030|Now let us sing and salute 1030|That old, stout coat of the 1030|(So they are both the same), 1030|The Lords of the land, 1030|A long, long good-bye! 1030|Now let us send a good will to all mankind, 1030|Through all the world, as their messenger, 1030|And bid the King give all good thing 1030|To all that live, love, eat, and breathe; 1030|And let the people and the poor 1030|And all the rest that may be, - 1030|This also we send them - 1030|And bid his Lords take a mind to his own affairs. 1030|From the Lords of the land, to all mankind, good wishes 1030|And bounties, the whole world o'er. 1030|From all the people, no wish or wish to be, as they 1030|shall, good-naturedly at the olden time dally, 1030|And the next, and the third, and the fourth, and the seventh. 1030|Now, the day of the King's service, 1030|I can't say the least, 1030|But 'tis well worth seeing. 1030|We'll send him a list of all those that there be 1030|So fit, so wise, so good, so true, 1030|As shall his service demand, 1030|And the King shall have them sure. 1030|With a good will to all our King, 1030|Now his Lordship's pleasure, 1030|And his people's good opinion, 1030|I am still in a good humour. 1030|His Lordship sends them his letters to the poor, with 1030|His honour and his right, 1030|And for all the rest, which shall not fail, 1030|They send him such papers. 1030|That is the best and latest, with the longest 1030|And longest passage, that ever was, 1030|And with the brightest colours the King can want, 1030|This day the King sends them. 1030|The Church's enemies shall cry for his ruin, 1030|And the day that he ne're comes again. 1030|For the King's servants shall make the greatest offer 1030|To make him an enemy. 1030|They shall go to the King's house, 1030|The Lord Protector's house, 1030|Where they'll meet with him in a long day, 1030|The Lords of the land, 1030|His Lordship's Lordship's Lordship's Lordship 1030|They shall say what a bad man's our King 1030|And evil things doth him attend; 1030|But if there's one thing for them sure, 1030|It shall be their Lord's worship. 1030|The King sends them a list of all the people, 1030|But no one can say 1030|Who his Lordship has sent down 1030|From the land of the sun: 1030|Which is worse, this evil devil, 1030|That he should not be loyal at all, 1030|Or if only he be bad, 1030|That none but good men doth think him good? 1030|And will they say that he doth not belong 1030|To the King as true as true can be? 1030 ======================================== SAMPLE 23710 ======================================== 5185|In the sacred lake, O maiden, 5185|Sleeping in thy home of ages, 5185|Lulled by the sound of waters, 5185|Waking from thy slumbering, 5185|Finding old Time, the destroyer, 5185|All thy former life departed; 5185|Has destroyed thy beauty, blessed thee, 5185|For his love has made thee single, 5185|For his sake has sanctified 5185|Thy life of pleasure, lasting, 5185|Down to the present time, O maiden. 5185|"If thou canst no longer wander, 5185|Bring thy father's boat, O virgin, 5185|Bring my boat with poles and wires, 5185|Bring my water-craft likewise, 5185|Thus to pay me back my kindness, 5185|Thus to pay me back affection, 5185|For my faithful life departed, 5185|Out of my sight thou bringest it, 5185|From the island-hills and forests, 5185|Thou on the heathland leading, 5185|Bring my faithful home returning. 5185|Bring the bear-skin cloak around thee, 5185|Bring the richest garments, 5185|For the old man and the virgin, 5185|For the ever-watching virgin. 5185|"Woe is me, my life hard-fated! 5185|I had hoped, I hoped for blessing, 5185|Well my home had been provided; 5185|Now unhappy has failed my fortune, 5185|For the rich man's hand has failed me! 5185|Had I on my snow-shoes climbed them 5185|Into the hollow Arctic islands, 5185|There to live, and never asking, 5185|There to live, and never craving, 5185|Never in the itch for warmth or savors, 5185|Never in the lean for starvation! 5185|"Thou, O lakelet, full of beauty, 5185|Thou, O forest, looking Eastward, 5185|Streaming past the ice-islander's homestead, 5185|Tasting delicious food of food-import, 5185|Turn thy back upon the seeker after 5185|comfort and luck in the searching; 5185|Eat, O ancient salt-sea whiting, 5185|Eat, O salt-sea child and maiden, 5185|Grind the flour of birch and hempen, 5185|Yield to Thrush and sheep Frosch's butter, 5185|Yield to the goat-herd milk-distilled, 5185|Yield to the brown-throat purrunt, 5185|Yield to the large-eyed wild-catcher, 5185|Yield to the cuckoo-kincher, 5185|Yield to the good-wife's sweepers, 5185|Yield to the good-wife's maidens, 5185|Yield all her maid-servants' corn-seeds, 5185|Yield all her sheaves of chaff Norroway 5185|From the mules that bear the corn-stalls, 5185|From the sows that reap the bounty, 5185|From the cotton-bins of Kiryos, 5185|From the caldron moulded by Wabun, 5185|From the baskets of Sukayama, 5185|From the ribs of Murikwa, 5185|From the stern of Suwon's rowboats, 5185|From the ribs of Sukayana, 5185|From the mines of Tay-Saw ford, 5185|From the seams of Tir-Lagun, 5185|From the border of Hoo's swamp-choked, 5185|From the banks of Nor-Hulp, Ethelwold's, 5185|From the dolphin's grave and bottoms, 5185|From the marshy plains of Hiisi, 5185|From the marshy plains of Seward, 5185|From the border of Turkismnoe, 5185|From the territory of Hiisi, 5185|From the kingdom of Wabun, 5185|From the mountain-hills of Klebi, 5185|From Pohyola, and Lempo, 5185|From Shesmya, and Pohyola, 5185|From Gullen-room andwaters, 5185|From ======================================== SAMPLE 23720 ======================================== 3698|I'd not be jealous, but for this, 3698|That you and I would never part. 3698|Your heart was like a fountain, 3698|The very blood you quivered 3698|To the point where your pulses 3698|Seemed the own pulse; and your hand 3698|Was like a sylph who came 3698|At once into my hand. 3698|The whole broad world with you 3698|Is a little river's-end 3698|Where I, too, will wend and perish, 3698|And not reach rest at last. 3698|If I had loved you true, 3698|If I had been your friend, 3698|We had run no perilous sea, 3698|No deep-sea voyage been lost! 3698|In fair and foul weather, 3698|We have pass'd a league or two 3698|Beyond this garden-brook. 3698|And we have met at door 3698|That little kiss to show 3698|That we had loved each other true, 3698|And that we never, never, 3698|Shall meet to sever. 3698|And when we parted, once upon a time, 3698|A knight, as I remember, 3698|A gentle knight and wise as he was, 3698|Came riding down my lane; 3698|But while we both were listening, 3698|He said in his high wise wise way,-- 3698|"If I can please thee, lady--" 3698|My lady made a sudden start, 3698|And, seeing him as he came, 3698|Her head dropped,--not without regret, 3698|For, sir, it really was a fault, 3698|If I might please thee." 3698|Her knight replied: "Why blush thus? 3698|If I please thee, lady, 3698|Why, I come with no regrets, 3698|No hopes to deceive thee. 3698|"But hear thy lord the king; 3698|Of all that ever I can do, 3698|Though it must be a foolish thing, 3698|Or at least a strange,-- 3698|From what I hear about him, 3698|Of all that ever I can do, 3698|For love of the king is best. 3698|"Now, lady, take advice from thy knight; 3698|For love of his love; 3698|But let him not put up with all of it, 3698|And all of it will fall to pieces, 3698|And his heart he will break. 3698|"For love of his king thou must not try, 3698|Or for love's sake turn aside, 3698|Which is worse, break thy heart or yield, 3698|He never will forsake. 3698|"For love of his king he may not wed, 3698|Nor be so foolish or so bold, 3698|That he may lose thee to his wife: 3698|He loves thee as his wife; 3698|For so he held thee from the world, 3698|And is not to be turn'd aside. 3698|"Now, lady, take advice from thy knight, 3698|For advice he is wise in his way; 3698|And he is good in his face, 3698|And he is true, and he is kind. 3698|And I am soothed for his joy, 3698|For, love of my love, he will not be; 3698|I am at his side to be, 3698|And I'm at his feet to go. 3698|"For I know that none can help him, 3698|All are sure to make him mad; 3698|And I will make him to love her 3698|And for his sake to die." 3698|I hear it said, and yet it is not told what was the cause 3698|That this knight from a distance did so suddenly behold, 3698|And on the very floor of the hall he found her lie sleeping. 3698|And I, I would that I were a young knight in the world above, 3698|In battle and battle--and battle--and battle--among-- 3698|And all the while I may be so silent and so still, 3698|I would that I were so silent and so still, 3698|And thus I would hear the ======================================== SAMPLE 23730 ======================================== 3295|That, in full knowledge, had given his heart to him, 3295|He would be of the great and free; 3295|But she was a woman of so base kind, 3295|Who, when her husband loved her, never had; 3295|He loved her but as one who, for a night, 3295|Might woo her for awhile with a luster, 3295|And then would turn his back on her. 3295|She was a woman with a soul so mean, 3295|That for ever from her heart a void yawned, 3295|And all her soul to one vile purpose fed, 3295|And for her husband's wrath her soul was bent. 3295|Therefore she was so cruel and so wild, 3295|She made him a beast of burden all the day, 3295|And all night long his soul like madwoman danced, 3295|And slept and hoped she should awake and find 3295|The burden lighter than a dream or toy. 3295|Yet, when her husband died, there was no sound 3295|Save his own breathing, and the sobbing sea, 3295|The windless, starless, winter winds, 3295|That wander through each hollow tree, 3295|That stir the snow-white fields of lily-leaves 3295|And mingle with the drift of spray. 3295|At midnight there is something of a tune, 3295|Like laughter in a lonely land, 3295|When the cold winds blow, like laughter, from the hills, 3295|And light on the sea-gulls murmuring low. 3295|Mingled with the music of those lonely days, 3295|And round it with a drifting silence, there is heard 3295|The chime of the hourly clock, 3295|Its murmurous sound from east to west, 3295|And sounds from west to south. 3295|There are the nightly hours of evening grey 3295|That call the waiting sleeper to his bed, 3295|But there are echoes of his waking breath, 3295|As from his mother's heart. 3295|A little while she rested, with untired feet 3295|And so she saw and knew him, loved and praised him; 3295|And long and long she wept his love beyond measure, 3295|And when her lover came again, 3295|The world no longer gave her pleasure, but death 3295|Called her his bride." 3295|"My father, you are wrong!" 3295|"Ah, mother, you are right!" 3295|The heart of the young woman throbbed with tears. 3295|"A thousand times over he has left his bed 3295|To watch her so. Why, this is not woman's room, 3295|Yet all the more you are a woman. But you 3295|Are weak and tired. For you there is no escape 3295|From love's long prison; and to-morrow with Death 3295|You are to wait in vain. So let it be!" 3295|She rose from her seat. Her mother smiled the while, 3295|"You dare not. But why did he come to a woman's door? 3295|He will have many wives. Oh, you are wrong! 3295|It is he, not her, who has come to your door. 3295|But if I had the power, I would make love mine 3295|Until the fire dies in my hand, and you give way, 3295|And I may walk among the dead." 3295|The young woman was a fool, 3295|But he, with the quick and eager eye, 3295|Looked, heard, saw, and found all at his will, 3295|And in a hour could have taken everything-- 3295|The room he had sought and loved and sought again, 3295|The woman whom he loved, and so he loved. 3295|No, she, the woman his heart had found true, 3295|No, she, the child whose early days 3295|Were full of wonders and of hope, 3295|No, nor the love at which he prayed, 3295|No, not at all--but, as I say, 3295|With an open mouth, and a loud laugh. 3295|There he went to his bed, a weary man, 3295|His eyes were wet, and his breath ======================================== SAMPLE 23740 ======================================== 1004|He who I speak of, the man who in the world 1004|Seldom remained unmoved, he and his two 1004|Souls thus in the world possessed of themselves, 1004|After the fashion of men were made one. 1004|The one was more than common, fortunate, old, 1004|Esteemed in wealth and quality of life, 1004|Hugh de Galvao; the other, dignified 1004|Boniface, whose good fortune by his merits 1004|Made him among all who live so exempt. 1004|The other, of whom I speak to you a mock, 1004|Was Count Ugolino, who in Rome was born, 1004|And into nick of time had he been sent, 1004|As he was by the people's voice elected, 1004|A laetor, because his good provision 1004|Was not extended to his extended kindred. 1004|With him in Capreolto in his lifetime 1004|Wasn't not a rejoinder, "Wherefore is he gone? 1004|Wherefore has he forsaken the greenwood? 1004|Why doth he flee?" and that was the beginning 1004|Of all their woe. But now, upon my word, 1004|I see the double disaster growing, and it 1004|Had not been that He two steps withdrew, 1004|But that for very want of the one I saw. 1004|Absolve me of the useless speech, for ill does Wille 1004|To him who speaks of John the Evangelist!" 1004|Issuing more vociferous, the other cried: 1004|"That prophet is too hard upon himself 1004|And upon his household, who doth smite him 1004|So that his soul and body both are bruised. 1004|But why then doth Ubertino drive him 1004|So that his soul is lost, and not his body? 1004|Wherein is the great discrepancy?" 1004|Whence I to him: "Count of me as you choose, 1004|He of the other handicap finds no solace 1004|For himself, and finds not help for him in me." 1004|"If I were able," he replied, "thou wouldst have 1004|My two footsteps seen to by the other; nevertheless 1004|I leave thee here a handicap to show thee 1004|Wherefore thou hast gone astray." This said he stretched 1004|His right hand forth to me, and from his side 1004|Looked for the other's; wherefore, after one, 1004|Thus oftentimes he spat upon the ground. 1004|"If that to which my step is pointing is 1004|Beyond thy vision, then is it small matter 1004|That I should care for such a thing?" Thus spake 1004|The Master; and I made answer with these words: 1004|"If my Lady had not been speedily 1004|To call me, and had spoken thus with him, 1004|'Go,' had meant I rather, well might I have 1004|Have stayed within the sweetens of her store;" 1004|"Well," he replied, "on her own account she lends 1004|Herself to no disgust the heat of scorching, 1004|Nor takes it aught to hinder her will 1004|Which is to be put into operation." 1004|When in the ink of that severe torment 1004|I had been quite submerged, and its edge had smitten 1004|On my forehead, ear, nose, and lips, and drawn 1004|Confusion into my mouth, it made me louder, 1004|And I exclaimed: "Thou utter Hellest, Pagan!" 1004|While I was speaking, and his wavelets were 1004|Sounding upon my right side, with his tail 1004|Crying, "Naught thou hast; go back into Hell;" 1004|So with his head he passed onward, still imploring 1004|Compliance; and from me drew rein and bar. 1004|Then said that sable Monarch to them below: 1004|"Guido of Duca, and Affraris the caballer, 1004|And Affrari of Duca, and Affrari the mule 1004|Who by his fraud and baronage hath been cheated, 1004|And with many other ======================================== SAMPLE 23750 ======================================== 1365|Hailed as one of those who live above 1365|The earth's habitation, by the Power 1365|Who sways the universe. In speech, 1365|And actions, and in thought, he spoke the same. 1365|I saw his features; I beheld his face; 1365|I heard his voice as it were with voices, 1365|Alike, but in a different language. 1365|"The time is out of joint," he said; "I see 1365|No future will be filled by calm, content. 1365|In youth and womanhood it was the best; 1365|To wed her now would be to open Hell. 1365|The world has a viper now, and he 1365|Is the chief petty viper, the most dear. 1365|The world is sick; let us be on our guard, 1365|And take the measure of our fellow-men!" 1365|So with a voice I heard him speak, and heard 1365|His breath, like music in a dungeon played, 1365|Descending on the breeze, its tones of joy. 1365|"The time is out of joint! My vision, seen 1365|In the right perspective, displays thee here! 1365|I see thee! thou art God's messenger. 1365|Thou art to men as sunshine is to worms, 1365|As the clear light is to the eyes that see. 1365|The world is sick! let us be not afraid! 1365|If there be one who has for living, thou 1365|He whom the world so loth to grant, would give, 1365|Let us not say that in his heart he felt 1365|The fever of thy anguish, that was there. 1365|For God will find a way! I see him. 1365|The time is out of joint! The time is out of joint!" 1365|And when I saw him and heard him not, 1365|My sense of self was with the shades of night, 1365|And I, like one who dreams, was with the dawn. 1365|He saw me; he was glad in spirit; yet 1365|I fancied that the grace within him shone 1365|More brightly than the light of life and love, 1365|And that he beckoned to me; and I began 1365|To follow him, and I beheld clear land, 1365|And valleys and fields, with pleasant sounds and sweet 1365|That made the very heart of him rejoice, 1365|A veritable paradise for my feet. 1365|And once I passed a garden with its hedges 1365|The most noble ever seen, without peer, 1365|Save where the great Admirall of London 1365|Sits on his penthinaire in the port. 1365|There I beheld two noble coursers side by side 1365|That have the woe of every heart together, 1365|So young and strong, that in the race they ride 1365|The last to come before the death of time. 1365|One spurned the ground, and dashed against the mire; 1365|The other, as his neck was lifted in, 1365|He hurled, but missed his goal; and down he fell. 1365|And this is human negligence, and not 1365|The thing itself, since all the other beasts 1365|Were in the race and hurling; and for one 1365|The love of human kind is felt, and saved 1365|By virtue. Ah! what art thou, my dearest life, 1365|And how hast thou erred, till thou and thy life 1365|Are yet entangled in the sin of Time? 1365|I came and saw the trees; the groves were green, 1365|And all things all their nature taught me, all 1365|The birds sang as they flew through the dark air. 1365|I saw the lilies, with their gold and purple hats; 1365|The little forest lilies on the beds; 1365|And every streamlet's silver fillets, like 1365|A crown of gold that wears the lily's lips 1365|Like curls!--I thought of the gold hair and face, 1365|And then I hastened my steps back to the place. 1365|The golden gate opened on the shining grass; 1365|I stood and gazed upon the radiant ======================================== SAMPLE 23760 ======================================== 20956|When all her friends, who came to see her, say, 20956|"Alas! the bridegroom stays to-day!" 20956|Alas! how blest is that man whom thou 20956|Dost call to sorrow, wailing without, 20956|While other women, with fairer fires, 20956|Their tears flow from his eyes, and not from theirs! 20956|The man so brave of heart 20956|Is sad because of what hath blenched him. 20956|His heart is stone for all the world to read, 20956|Yet wouldtimes his lips would cry and pout-- 20956|"Aye! Thou call'st me fair with burning hair! 20956|And thou hast called me that! Now take those words 20956|And cast them in the fire!" 20956|Ah! when the bridegroom first was seen to smile, 20956|I called him loveliness, and I called 20956|His faults away; I told the story o'er 20956|Of all the world; but evermore he smiled 20956|To think the story _there_ was so sweet! 20956|A happy dream of bliss! 20956|Oh, what a sorrow then was mine to dream 20956|That I must wake to find my dream was wise! 20956|I know the tale can never make me blest; 20956|I'd have my rest and find the tale untrue; 20956|I'd have my part with maidens fair, 20956|The little children of the hour and day, 20956|All, all a joy, and mine alone! 20956|But this I know, and this I've seen,-- 20956|I am a fair-cheeked maid, 20956|And one of the loveliest ever seen, 20956|Yet, oh, I am a maid! 20956|And the same is true, 20956|Of the dear little children born so gay 20956|My eyes are weeping at my heart. 20956|Yet I am a maid! 20956|It is a sad, sad thing and good 20956|That I am a maid 20956|And one of the loveliest ever felt 20956|Yet, while I am a maid, 20956|I am a maid! 20956|Come, dearest, let this song be true! 20956|The love that is within thy heart, 20956|And that alone thou have and give! 20956|'Tis the thing, 't is the light, 20956|The sweet light that ever shines at night, 20956|The love that is outside, 20956|The night wind wild, 20956|The moon! 20956|The moon! 20956|A nightingale so sweet and blue, 20956|A robin red, a swallow white, 20956|A dove a-turning every feather, 20956|A nightingale and her downy, 20956|A robin red and her downy, 20956|A swallow yellow and her downy! 20956|The nightingale and her downy, 20956|The dove and she are the same, 20956|The night bird and his downy, 20956|The robin and his downy. 20956|A robin red and her downy, 20956|A swallow yellow and her downy 20956|A downy downy and a swallow yellow, 20956|And a downy robin both the same, 20956|The robin and his downy! 20956|The nightingale and her downy, 20956|The downy downy's like a dove's beak, 20956|A swallow yellow and her downy, 20956|A downy swallow and a swallow yellow, 20956|And a downy downy and a robin red, 20956|The robin and his downy. 20956|They all are singing; 20956|I love the bird most of all 20956|The best and noblest bird I know-- 20956|The golden-throated nightingale. 20956|The golden-throated nightingale. 20956|We'll sing the carols that I sing; 20956|Farewell, we'll sing and part, 20956|Farewell, we'll ever so soon; 20956|The nightingale's a darling bird! 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 23770 ======================================== 10602|That oft with her a mannes kinde comoneth; 10602|And when they do, with words such love as thou, 10602|In such an undertaking, doth appeare*, 10602|That they their hope of any favour looke, 10602|Each other so sore and soone entere, 10602|That he with shame, and th'earth he gouernaunce, 10602|But doth all comfort for his griefe confesse. 10602|These are thy woes, poor orphans ever blind, 10602|Whose sight of God in darkness doen beholde, 10602|Who blind doest blindest, and doer hardie art 10602|To blind himself and blindes others cause**; 10602|Who neither see, nor can nor wil them understande. 10602|Ah, how shall I to fill this pitiful plight! 10602|Which they so willingly will make their good, 10602|Yet can and will their evil wayes to bring 10602|In which they shall find a better to endure. 10602|O noble souls, that to be happy know, 10602|Nor ever look unto the sky but thee, 10602|Oft have I heard, with mickle piteous woe, 10602|That the gods never will unto you relent; 10602|And oftentimes my soule doer would part 10602|Yet knowing this, that your great prince in hell 10602|Lies fast, so that he cannot him deceale; 10602|And that in everlasting chains and bars 10602|Will ye, poor orphans, there remaine away, 10602|Till he himselfe from his felicity 10602|Is come to damn you both with fire and chain. 10602|O miserable creatures, of a kind 10602|Ne'er to be blest, wherein we're made to pine, 10602|And made by this our cruel king to pine, 10602|Who never weares the cold, nor doth receive 10602|Our needs but what alone he can devise; 10602|And that he never can remit his ire 10602|In his infinite depth of hate and spite, 10602|That on the world is never so ill well, 10602|That he can set his eye to ever heal, 10602|But that againe he must be damn'd and die. 10602|O miserable creatures, that doe stain 10602|The gentle life which all the good embalm, 10602|Whose spirits so much honour doe deifie, 10602|Unto the wrath of God, that they should be 10602|The servants thereof, through pure wantonnesse 10602|That doeth never to be wist of nought, 10602|And doest ever to miserie goe! 10602|And that so high a rewarde and fire 10602|He will your miserie bestiar you; 10602|And if you will that he do it indeede, 10602|Unhappy, unhappy, thou, poor orphans, groane. 10602|"Then," said the wys, "thy wits are no more lost. 10602|Go thee where I may, where I may finde thee: 10602|Go hence to sit upon a sepulcall, 10602|Where you shall see the people that have thee; 10602|Go where I may find thee through the way, 10602|Where I may finde you through the streetes and wayes, 10602|Go where I may finde you, and doe not lie, 10602|But tell me where I may finde you out." 10602|This said, they strook him with great strokes of might, 10602|That made the hairs down fall on head and face, 10602|That made the blood in Brontes veins to run, 10602|That made the sods in Symonis veins to run, 10602|That made the stomack to hang at each he drew, 10602|That made the pott like leade to fall adown, 10602|And the stomack to hang like leaden down. 10602|This said, they strook him with great strokes of might, 10602|That gave him paines full sore, that gan him rise, 10602|That gan him lookes for worse to come onn, 10602|That gan him lookes for worse to come onnt: 10602|"For ======================================== SAMPLE 23780 ======================================== 1365|The king of the Cossacks, the lord of men, 1365|Was lying in the churchyard; but a child 1365|Slept in the child-castle at his feet. 1365|The child was wrapped in scarfs of scarlet, 1365|In kerchief and cincture of scarlet, 1365|In shoes of the blue goose plashing in 1365|The wind blown over his golden crest. 1365|And in his hand he carried a crossbow, 1365|His bow was quiver, and in shaft of arrows 1365|His quiver was broad and quivered bright; 1365|And underneath his arm they laid him, 1365|And o'er his breast they laid the baby. 1365|And all the boys and girls worshipped God, 1365|And every one a Christian was and was not. 1365|The saintliest of the Cossacks, the Cossack, 1365|The friend of Mary the mother, had died, 1365|And the infant lay on his mother's lap, 1365|As the white wings of heaven were folded round 1365|With a gentle grasp, and she looked up at the face 1365|Of her son still veiled in the pallor of death. 1365|She raised it for a moment, the child, 1365|And then she carried it down to the ground. 1365|The old man, with his broad white arms folded, 1365|The gray-beard, with his thick gray hair, bowed low 1365|Their heads, and with deep humility, 1365|The gray-beard, whom the boy saw and touched,-- 1365|He spoke with an undertone, and said, 1365|"The child is thine, and the Cossacks are slain." 1365|The white-robed old man turned upon his knee, 1365|His hand went in his belt, and he said, 1365|"Thou hast done something perfect. I had never 1365|A father, but I know that thou art good. 1365|The Cossacks shall die by my hand. 1365|Now tell me, and I will tell thee true, 1365|The number of the years thou hast to live. 1365|Number thy years well; count every day! 1365|What hast thou to do with the world?" 1365|The king of the Cossacks, the lord of men, 1365|Smiled, and said, with a laugh, "I have too long 1365|Been making laws for you. 1365|I am weary of making laws. 1365|I know all thy business. 1365|I have eaten from many a table, 1365|I have poured out from many and many a bowl, 1365|To myself and to none other, 1365|To myself and to none other, 1365|And I ask the Cossacks to be satisfied 1365|For forty years in their daily lives." 1365|"In thirty days I shall die." 1365|"Thy life shall be forty days. 1365|The number of thy days is thirty; 1365|Count every double day!" 1365|The old man of the mountain, the Cossack, 1365|The king of the Cossacks had said these things, 1365|And in the cairns he had dreamed in his dreams 1365|Of his own forty days. 1365|In the midnight the old man of the mountains 1365|Of his own parte was weary of the world: 1365|The day of his children was far behind. 1365|Long and long they lay in a circle, 1365|The weary old man and his infant son, 1365|And the son lay still in the nest, 1365|As the father lay by the child in sorrow. 1365|But the mother raised her eyes, and a tear 1365|Fell on her bright and burning face, 1365|And the king of the Cossacks looked up, 1365|And his eyes were turned in confusion. 1365|And he said to his son, "I see the cause 1365|Of all my sorrow is this: in the grave 1365|The Cossacks, the wild beasts, the cranes, have smitten 1365|The hands of me and my son. 1365|The cranes have slain the king of good Algiers 1365|With their horns, as ======================================== SAMPLE 23790 ======================================== 13650|And now he is a _genteel_ boy; 13650|When he is six years old he'll grow 13650|A _genteel_ king that will not break 13650|A _genteel_ heart! 13650|O the good wife of Mr. G. B. 13650|Comes and begs him to marry her, 13650|And all the world for its amusement, 13650|It is not true of the lady he's thinking on: 13650|Mr. G. B. is a _genteel_ boy, 13650|At seven years old he is a prince! 13650|At the age of twelve years he was made 13650|M. P., then the most famous _genteel_ knight 13650|Born beside of any in the kingdom. 13650|And he lives on--at the old _genteel_ school 13650|Where so many noblemen and ladies are trained; 13650|And his mother and his father (and their wives) 13650|Are both _genteel_. 13650|We have a prince and princess here that's all-right, 13650|Of the house of Mr. N. N. there are few exceptions; 13650|The youngest so lovely and rich is she, 13650|When with eyes of a star and of a silver rain you dine. 13650|At the age of twelve years old you are her dower, 13650|As pretty and fair as ever a dreamer can dream; 13650|And when to be married you are told that you can't be married, 13650|You'll be sorry, of course, to have been wrong. 13650|Pray, dear, don't be shy about telling your bride and you, 13650|You're going to make a grand marriage at one, 13650|And you're sure that the maids are so proud and so merry 13650|To be made all-one at such a tender age. 13650|You may say that in play and on horseback 13650|You have nothing to fear from the maids or they'll laugh at you. 13650|If you have a _genteel_ wife, it is certain you'll be happy; 13650|And if married you have a beautiful bride. 13650|All-one at the age of twelve years are those girls, 13650|And sometimes I see how the girls grow when the boys 13650|Grow up to be _genteel_ at sixteen years. 13650|At the age of sixteen boys are so bright and gay, 13650|That we think all girls must grow older still. 13650|So when little Jack gave a loud cry, 13650|And his father heard, he seized his gun, 13650|And he shot his brother in the breast, 13650|At an elegant banquet he was served, 13650|On the very bright and breezy dining-room 13650|With a fresh and fragrant wine. 13650|While, like a flash, it rumbled and sped, 13650|And the wine poured on high in a line; 13650|"I'm glad the good folks have let me go free, 13650|Though I doubt that I can fetch any more. 13650|I was never made, or sent, or sentit, 13650|At the age of twelve years but I'm a Prince, 13650|At the age of thirty-six years a King!" 13650|That was Jack, the eldest of a family, 13650|And the eldest of so many slaves. 13650|But though Jack was of very bad years, 13650|And his age was rather bad, 13650|His good folks made him give away, 13650|And he'd make the girls dance on the floor! 13650|And all the dancers they did him rue; 13650|For he always wished that he were dead, 13650|That was a cruel old brute of a man! 13650|But to-day they all say that they love him, 13650|That his good folks do love him well; 13650|And that they would gladly have him come back 13650|If he had but a _genteel_ mind. 13650|_Télúrous_, sirs, 13650|You and I may meet, 13650|In some sunny clime, 13650|Under fair an' clear skies; 13650|With no dullards nor no snobs, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 23800 ======================================== 17393|I, who was once like him, to feel the 17393|Pleasure of his hands, now, on my way 17393|From this to-morrow, find myself standing 17393|There, and being a little, ask to know 17393|Where his hands, which I had once so trusted, 17393|Are now without coverings. Alas, I thought 17393|He was indeed a brave man, but the sight 17393|Of the first white hand on my own turned 17393|My very heart to stone! And so I pass 17393|On my way; and, after I've been standing 17393|And feeling his palm for an hour, and having 17393|The pleasant duty of telling him all 17393|About the two we met upon the way, 17393|How we set out together--and remember-- 17393|His heart is weary. And now for the rest: 17393|No question of being a coward. I see 17393|What now remains for me--what I shall do 17393|Before to-morrow, when we reach home. 17393|My friend, let us not speak of the old things-- 17393|Let us forget the late. If I've kept you 17393|Up, I owe you very fully. As you say, 17393|I have been a good Lord; and if I'm a good Lord 17393|A little good of you still, and of the whole 17393|Of mankind in general, this I undertake. 17393|To-morrow, if I seem to qualify 17393|For the same grace, then, to-day I, sir, begin. 17393|You are the right man to manage my friend 17393|As far as needful is, and I accept your 17393|Guarantee, nor can I see you wanting another. 17393|No, you shall not lie. 17393|'To-morrow. 17393|A good start then. Be off to-morrow 17393|And do not think you'll be able to-morrow. 17393|'My Lord, I am delighted; but I should be 17393|Quite as happy if you would wait for yesterday. 17393|'How was your marriage? Did the girl look well? 17393|Was the boy too good-natured? Can she learn-- 17393|You will find out by and by, and then 17393|I'll teach her better manners if I can. 17393|'That, for the love of God, is a dreadful thing! 17393|If you're so much taken with your good luck, 17393|My poor friend, that when you're in want, you sigh, 17393|How very hard you'll find it to get by! 17393|A good start then. Be off to-morrow. 17393|'My lord, you know our Father Montalban's 17393|As well as any in his post; he thinks 17393|She's far the best of all he has had in France 17393|In his possession; for, as all will own, 17393|It is to her exceeding convenient 17393|To have her at his side with him through every 17393|Difficult and dangerous passage. When 17393|He's here, of course, and sees all women fair, 17393|Some of them very pretty still, nor know 17393|If they be good or not; but, when at home, 17393|Of the matter his own private taste prevails, 17393|And his own peculiar beauty seems to speak 17393|A common language, and his own is such 17393|That, if you want it, Montalban's will do-- 17393|And the lady will know why. 17393|You know much then? 17393|God only knows; this being an oath, 17393|That can't be doubted. I trust nothing more, 17393|And, moreover, sir, I beg you don't mind, 17393|Lest I seem to coax you about the pass, 17393|That all may know we have been on bad terms, 17393|Though the fact may not come up in the Court. 17393|Let me see; your pardon--as much at least-- 17393|I'll keep my vow. 17393|If it had been. 17393|What's the matter? 17393|I think I must be losing my wits here. 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 23810 ======================================== 16605|For a man to be an ass, 16605|And to go in at the turn 16605|Of the pike or the pikeman! 16605|_I_ have the love of the village. 16605|_Me_ they have for the city. 16605|Their lives begin with the pikes, 16605|And they're a fair deal older, 16605|And, bless their ears, they're not great fops, 16605|And in many things they've brains! 16605|And, sure as I'm a man born, 16605|I am a man I'll never sell. 16605|_But I'll never settle down nor know my end!_ 16605|I cannot live upon my wits, 16605|Neither can I live upon my wit. 16605|I have no wits enough to vex her. 16605|I feel that my head is going to snap. 16605|I shall be a man of a sort 16605|And walk the highways of France 16605|With Madame Do-yany! 16605|_Madame Do-yany!_ she's so fat and fair, 16605|She would not look a jot like a sack, 16605|But a sack of brains would look a sight 16605|All right, if one were to take one's eye 16605|Off in France, where I heard she lay; 16605|And, you know, she'd look as if she said-- 16605|Her fingers were so black and red-- 16605|_Give me the brains if you'd give me the rub!_ 16605|Then, if the Baron comes to stay one day 16605|I shall drop out of the family list. 16605|And I'm sure she'll think twice before I call, 16605|If she sees me standing there half mad 16605|In a sack of brains, red as a rose! 16605|_Well, I'll give him the brains if you like the look it does!_ 16605|What though I should die at the Baron's feet? 16605|I'd rather die in despair and pain 16605|Than live to feed them at his call again! 16605|The Baron's son was a jolly fellow, 16605|And a man of many different faces; 16605|And I wish him well, both when he grows up, 16605|And after--but that's another story! 16605|If you ask me where a head like that 16605|Should keep its place, it should; so I'll go hunt; 16605|I'd rather be the fox at the foxwood 16605|Than live to go back some day with a note 16605|Of what I've seen the Baron's done to-day, 16605|And how his wife is a miserable sinner 16605|Because the Baron and his children starve. 16605|"Where's Patric suddenly?" 16605|"He was over in the garden playing."--_John Keats._ 16605|The Baron was a man very glad; 16605|He loved to wander through the grove, 16605|And talk of the time he spent among men, 16605|And what the great things were, and not on flowers-- 16605|On living things he loved the most of all! 16605|The Baron did not love to leave 16605|The grove he loved the most to-day; 16605|On a day he was out, in the grove, 16605|Where a flock of geese was plumping their heads, 16605|And a great rook flew by the leaves on their back-- 16605|The Baron, who was a-dicking his head, 16605|Had to fly back to the village again! 16605|The Baron was a-bushing of joy, 16605|Of love and the joys of it, and not on flowers; 16605|The rook was a-dicking now on the branch, 16605|For the Baron's children were gone to bed. 16605|The Baron's children were gone to sleep, 16605|With their heads stuck off in the grove, 16605|Where the goose plumped in the leaves; 16605|They were a-tiptoe and a-jumping, 16605|As I tell you, and laughing with all my might. 16605|The Baron he sat up in a tree, 16605|And laughed out, with his eyes full of g ======================================== SAMPLE 23820 ======================================== 30332|That she might hear, and pass her lips in prayer, 30332|And in her heart forget the world and thee. 30332|She seemed to stand before the face of death; 30332|For, though she knew her life there could not be 30332|A word more then to breathe unto the sound, 30332|She could not look the face, lest life should waste 30332|The lips and eyes, that might her soul entomb 30332|E'en there, and then, what then should she have done? 30332|Nay, therewithal her soul with strange surprise, 30332|That death was near, had life enough to know, 30332|Felt at it come, she knew, and felt it move; 30332|Then with a sudden start she stood alone, 30332|To see the wan and faded form that stood 30332|Before her, and to meet the sudden fear 30332|Which sent her trembling to the grassy mound 30332|Of grass more soft than weeping willow-boughs: 30332|And there she stood a moment, for lo, 30332|This life was of such dear affection lost. 30332|Then, kneeling down and weeping, she did seem 30332|With all her life to find the awful grace 30332|And beauty she had lost, and in her heart 30332|Felt that she was so sweet and so beloved, 30332|She was so dear to be believed, that though 30332|She no more was beautiful, she could not die 30332|Of love, with all her life, a living thing, 30332|But must be loved, and cherished, and preserved. 30332|As when a pilgrim, through some wide-spliced wood, 30332|Seeking to see some glorious city wrought 30332|By godlike art, from base to sky doth ride, 30332|And all about the city's splendour lies, 30332|And sees the gates that open into it, 30332|So saw the fair, all-seeing goddess see 30332|This wan and worn-out man; scarce could his eyes 30332|Be troubled by the awful face before 30332|Which seemed and passed him like a phantom shape, 30332|As if it passed to and fro in mid air. 30332|And when he saw her eyes his love did grieve, 30332|And at her word he dropped the dull beard he wore, 30332|Laid on his breast the gold-edged knife of gold, 30332|And drew his drawn blood-wrought beard back from his brows, 30332|And in the midst of love, and pity, and shame 30332|With a fresh face, and a newly ruddy heart, 30332|Girt on with all the trappings of a feast, 30332|Beheld the image of the love-fountain rise 30332|In tears, and in her wondrous hands she smote 30332|The flowing, golden stream, like some lost thing 30332|That has no such sweet return for ever. 30332|Then in this wise didst thou arise and go 30332|Through the sweet fields, and pass from earth to heaven, 30332|And pass by those fair cities which the fates 30332|Have given thee for fairest things and best; 30332|And the sweet breath from thy gone heart was blown 30332|Where the fair things of God have birth in hell, 30332|For she had wrought these for her sweet self sake, 30332|And to her own dear self must God have given 30332|The glory of this fair, this fair adored; 30332|For what can such a beauty be without 30332|The heavenly eye and heavenly smile? so she, 30332|A goddess, seemed to him, and so must be, 30332|Because he gazed upon her, and he felt 30332|Her being, as if part of her withal; 30332|So all his being seemed to flow in her, 30332|And, as she breathed him, she breathed him also; 30332|His life-breath, too, flowed from her own fond arms. 30332|But then he had a word for earth's dull sons 30332|And their scorn and spiteful, heartless race, 30332|Who did in her not live at all nor seem, 30332|But lived in shame as maids are men's and live 30332|By a kind of selfish, brute, ======================================== SAMPLE 23830 ======================================== 27221|In the deep dark of the tomb. 27221|When thy sacred shades are o'ercome, 27221|By their own impetuous might, 27221|(With the world before thy face, 27221|And the world behind thy feet,) 27221|Then shall they mourn, but not with vain regrets, 27221|For friends so deeply grieved for friends apart; 27221|When the wild thoughts that haunt a parent's breast, 27221|When a spouse is sad, or a stranger near, 27221|When a child is borne, or a friend is gone, 27221|Shall all, in one convulsive burst, come back. 27221|Then once more thy sacred shades shall appal, 27221|No more denied the silent avenue; 27221|O once more to the chace the running brooks 27221|Shall whisper--_Come away! Come away!_ 27221|O once more--nor the long, the long, the list'ning shade, 27221|Shall bid the hours go faster on their wing. 27221|Come! come! in the morning sun, 27221|The fount of tears shall shine, 27221|Poured forth by holy zeal, 27221|From hearts that feel for others' wrong. 27221|From lips that pour the news, 27221|When others sleep or smile, 27221|And wake all nature anew. 27221|Come! come! to the shade that's placed 27221|About thee in the shade, 27221|By the fond thoughts and innocent dreams of thy loved one, 27221|By all the prayers they can dare or desire. 27221|What though, amid the noise of war, 27221|The cruel tyrant wield the sword, 27221|While in his cruel quarrel 27221|Thine eyes are darkly barred? 27221|Then let thy spirit sleep secure; 27221|And if he wake, in peace let him rest, 27221|Far from the loud alarms of civil strife. 27221|Yet still be wise and still be free, 27221|From strife and bloodshed tinged with all unhappiness. 27221|O never be, O never be 27221|The fierce despot, the despiser, 27221|To one unjust, to another untaught, 27221|To one unjust, to another untaught. 27221|From out his dark domain 27221|There springs a mountain wonder still, 27221|With fathomless abysses unknown, 27221|The deepest thou mayst not explore. 27221|With him who rules the world, 27221|His eye the sea will never scan; 27221|Nor man's huge globe, which lies below 27221|The deepest abyss a vessel can brave. 27221|But see! an airy people, 27221|And an unseen Spirit come; 27221|Their airy shapes appear to view, 27221|And seem to wish to view thy breast. 27221|Then here and there, with finger slight, 27221|A line they lightly touch, 27221|And all around, like happy things, 27221|Float happy things around. 27221|So, as we still 27221|We seem to view them float and shine, 27221|The spirit of the airy train 27221|Has touched thy breast; 27221|And happy, on that breast, are they; 27221|And happy be thy thoughts of them! 27221|I saw her sitting by the ocean's foam, 27221|And with a downcast look and modest grace, 27221|Her silken robe, half hid, fell loosely round 27221|Her form half-gliding silently below. 27221|A lovely form, with starry golden hair, 27221|The bloom of womanhood, and youth's first power, 27221|And eyes celestial, and locks of jet, 27221|The starlight in her beauteous face outshone, 27221|As asleep she lay, half-open still, 27221|In silent sadness of the morning dew. 27221|But when she raised her eyes, the beams were tears, 27221|The tears of pity, and the sobs of fear. 27221|"Oh, well-beloved! well-blessed martyr! who, 27221|"On such a life didst live, and love so well!-- 27221|"The hours are cold, the hours are dreary near. ======================================== SAMPLE 23840 ======================================== 38520|With that great heart of the boy, who, when the old man's old grave was 38520|over the hill when the wind was in, with the light 38520|behind him--till he thought all was over now, 38520|and all was in God's great pity; 38520|the hill of the boy, whose eye was never asleep 38520|when the sun's hand laid bare the old man's eye; 38520|the hill of the boy who was as green as he was strong, 38520|and the old man was good as gold; 38520|who knew that his eyes were never asleep; 38520|who knew that the hill of the boy who was like a tree, 38520|his forehead was like the sun's green bow, 38520|his hands like the green moss upon the hill side 38520|and his feet were strong like a little child's; 38520|whose spirit was bright as the green moss on the 38520|hill in the summer time; 38520|the hill of the boy who was like the rainbow's 38520|bright-colored floor, 38520|whose brow was like the sun on his high throne of 38520|golden glory; 38520|who was always watching the old man's face 38520|with the eyes of a boy; 38520|who knew when he was sleeping at night; 38520|who knew that the hill of the boy was made, 38520|and his grave was covered with white shells; 38520|the hill of the boy whose heart was happy for me, 38520|my brother,--for me, the heart of his youth. 38520|"I am old now; and you never must forget 38520|that night of summer, the night of the sky, when, 38520|without warning, through the trembling treetops 38520|the old man leaped the fence, 38520|and seized upon the boy, and bound him with 38520|till he lay half-dead on the earth, 38520|and the sun was setting over his grave. 38520|No more in your letters, 38520|with kisses for parting, 38520|no more, with tears in the hair, 38520|no more, with words of love 38520|in sighs, and with broken sighs, 38520|no more with tears, and kisses, 38520|to wake and be broken of kisses; 38520|but you shall not dream or know 38520|dreams or fears in dreams or fears. 38520|But one word then, one word only, 38520|and the tears and the sighs; 38520|the broken heart, so lone: 38520|_Toujours mesmeti_, dolce et tonné, 38520|Un bon-prendre plus de moi. 38520|"In my house on the hill, 38520|Where all lives through each day, 38520|It was always a pleasant 38520|Place and home to me. 38520|My father's name was Horace, 38520|Of common race, you know; 38520|And mine Tusculum, 38520|Or rather mon Bevil, 38520|I had, as you may guess, 38520|From early childhood. 38520|But you will not guess much 38520|What I had at my birth, 38520|Since the poet, Horace, 38520|To death and sorrow 38520|In verse is by nature 38520|The means of life and love. 38520|I was brought up by my father 38520|In his farm-house out in the field, 38520|And, when I grew to man's estate, 38520|He sent me from the city forth, 38520|He did this, and left me here. 38520|My eyes my little heart, 38520|Shall always be first in crying, 38520|To keep them open wide, 38520|But never too close a shut, 38520|And ever in the tears 38520|So much shall my heart rejoice 38520|As now and then, I think, 38520|I'll sing to tell you the tale 38520|Of how they had their love. 38520|That they be two in the bed, 38520|A small, sweet pair, I say 38520|And how the little head 38520|Are set at the bottom, 38520|I sing ======================================== SAMPLE 23850 ======================================== 30332|So he must see the man who made so plain 30332|The strange new signs that were told in that day, 30332|Until her hands he caught, and bending o'er 30332|Kissed her very tenderly on her breast, 30332|That as his hands had kissed, so should his love, 30332|That man, for all the trouble of his way, 30332|And all the wrong he had done to her and men. 30332|Then again the woman grew pale as death, 30332|And, leaning on her hand, drew him to sit, 30332|And with him she began to read the text, 30332|From which a great deal it was written out, 30332|And they were now alone, as living man, 30332|And all was dark around them, and she thought 30332|That some one might behold them, nor the night 30332|That round them grew more dark yet. As a man 30332|Will when the hour of night is come and he 30332|Can see by his own unseen; the night, the night 30332|Was black as anything that man e'er hath seen; 30332|The only sound, the only sound, was the rasp 30332|Of the great sea and that dreadful thunder-storm 30332|Flashing about the land and that dreadful sea 30332|Between the hills, and 'twixt the hills and sea, 30332|That she was glad, and wondered; not with fear, 30332|And not with joy at all, though both were full 30332|Of all delight. 30332|It was all done 30332|That evening, for now the dead man's face, 30332|That once had seen the man, was turned away 30332|From the dead man's work, and in the tree 30332|A-treeswiping his face, but the tree still bore 30332|The painted man. But the night had grown a-dark 30332|As death: the women wept no less, for lo! 30332|The painted man's face was in a horrid glare, 30332|And no one could abide in his own place 30332|At morn or eve; and though no one could find 30332|What seemed to them the surety of the thing, 30332|For many weeks and for many months they thought 30332|Of the long night and the long way, of the man 30332|Who used to work with her as he is wont, 30332|And always being moved to madness, grew 30332|On his right hand at his will; for though of old 30332|From the dead man there flowed a dreadful tide 30332|'Twixt them and him, yet now there seemed but war 30332|Whereof that woman brought such fruit as men 30332|Cannot be held in hand. But ere too late, 30332|As they grew old and all that living grew 30332|Wiser, they could not bear to be ruled so, 30332|And, growing old and wan with such a rage 30332|At being hated so, out at first there came 30332|To be the man's right hand, and from his hand 30332|A voice began to cry in their spite 30332|That it was he but put them both to flight 30332|Who came from the west, and now he came down 30332|And brought their lives to their undoing; so they 30332|Thought him dead, for he would not speak of death. 30332|They said that he was taken up from out 30332|The city gate, and there they left him there, 30332|But then those men began to look upon 30332|Still other things; for they the man had loved 30332|Before they kissed: and he to such a man 30332|Made themselves at arms, so they had need to hold 30332|Each other close in, yet they seemed to be 30332|That man and woman; so the man and woman 30332|Came back to that same house and lived again. 30332|Withal, it happened one morn, as they went back 30332|To the city, in that house, which lay upreared 30332|About like to a bow, and through the door 30332|A light-housemaid came every man that passed 30332|With some one in his place, and she would sing 30332|Something by way of welcome, and the song 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 23860 ======================================== 1418|'Tis the sound of the tide; 1418|The tide that washes away 1418|All things we loved of yore. 1418|The little waves that dance 1418|On the banks where we linger, 1418|The waves of the sea and of air, 1418|Are the thoughts we should raise. 1418|And the tide says--I am strong, 1418|I will take you, and hold you, 1418|For the wave-waves love to be clasped 1418|Within each other's hands. 1418|I can kiss and I can hold you, 1418|I can put your lips to use, 1418|My hair is of the wind of love 1418|And all my face is of the spray 1418|That lies on the waves of the sea, 1418|But all my words can never be 1418|A touching word of my own. 1418|Youth is the wind's last long-lived mate, 1418|Familiar with change and change, 1418|When we are young 1418|Love will be ours, 1418|Love will be our home. 1418|I am the wind, you are the sea 1418|Blowing over the sands and sands, 1418|Blowing from off the sea's blue shore, 1418|Blowing out of the calm; 1418|Blowing from all the winds of the sea 1418|In your eyes' blue depths, 1418|In all the winds that are out of sight 1418|But keep life's tide always in motion. 1418|I am the sea, the wild sea is my nest, 1418|My life with the stars of my mind lies fast-- 1418|The dreams that rest in the clouds, 1418|The hopes and fears of my life, 1418|My life with all the waves of the main, 1418|But always a soul at heart in my breast, 1418|And only a soul at rest. 1418|The wind blows over the sand by the sea, 1418|The sea waves over the sand; 1418|My feet rest on the bottom of the sea, 1418|But my heart lies still under the sand. 1418|The wind drives to my soul with an army-- 1418|The tide makes my heart to rumble; 1418|The tide beats a way for my breath, 1418|But my heart beats out of my way, 1418|And my soul at last 1418|Lies hidden, a dark sea tide, 1418|For the wind has shaken the sand out of my breast 1418|And the waves in my eyes. 1418|My love, my love, what have you here 1418|That you should have your way? 1418|Or what power 1418|To strike my soul to peace, 1418|But the wind over the tides of the sea? 1418|I have a soul at heart for you 1418|And a heart at heart to blame 1418|For your cruel heart's wrong, 1418|But this heart 1418|Is the heart at last, 1418|That's the heart at peace. 1418|A storm blows from out the south, 1418|It is loud and a great wind, 1418|All the waves go up, 1418|But never a little wave 1418|To what is yours. 1418|Your heart is a heart of stone, 1418|I hear it sobbing alone. 1418|I must be pure to you, 1418|And in your heart, 1418|'Tis a lonely heart that cries. 1418|I am not weak as he is, 1418|The man with the iron might, 1418|To take away the strength. 1418|The wave at your feet will rise, 1418|And shall I be there, 1418|I or my heart, 1418|The strong or weak? 1418|You, and he is over yonder, 1418|I am all alone in the darkness, 1418|Far from the sea-breeze and tide-- 1418|A little wave 1418|Telling you tales of the sea. 1418|The tide of me rolls on in the dusk, 1418|It blows from the south, it blows from the south, 1418|The great wind and its great clouds are gone, 1418|But all the waves ======================================== SAMPLE 23870 ======================================== 20|Thy will it was to curse, and not to die.--v. 50. 22421|Now, now is money chang'd, for evermore. 22421|There is no change: the momentary kiss 22421|'Twixt us and heav'n that was, is but a breath; 22421|The changing scene, with all its changing hues; 22421|The chang'd present, by eternity; 22421|For which God for ever doth anoint 22421|(As we our present love with new desires) 22421|Our present death! and of our present life 22421|Th' Eternal says, "Let there be heavens above." 22421|Death for his price he doth exact of mee, 22421|And life, purchase for it, when my heart is mov'd. 22421|Who is it that, now a thing of nought, 22421|Now dear as yesterday; 22421|Now both to him esteem'd and to himself 22421|With all his knowledge blest? 22421|He, whom the world still bears in its esteem, 22421|And thinks 'tis his that doth approve; 22421|Who hath his fame by the fame accurst 22421|And honour'd by the honour'd name; 22421|Who can his good name be accurst, 22421|But who his bad name blame? 22421|This is the man that has for his meed 22421|The worthiest, fairest, and the best, 22421|Of all that live the bestly brutes are, 22421|And thus with goodly speech they him commend; 22421|But bad fame hath it, the surest bane, 22421|And nothing's fresh but what it hath been. 22421|But this great King of whom I speak hath 22421|The name both of all that are and are not, 22421|And that is but to say, 22421|That so much praise may his renown obtain, 22421|That nothing good continue thereby; 22421|But that the world may his good name see, 22421|This man it cheers; and that it demears. 22421|_Bad name_ may stand for one of noble age, 22421|And yet not merit the like commendation. 22421|The man of age for whose ripe merit we 22421|In these last trials of our life can read 22421|A bad name, hath but a poor reputation. 22421|So, as thou art, shall all things that be 22421|With thee and their commendation be; 22421|And when I die, the world shall hear then 22421|This man praise while he is in his grave. 22421|_Indignation_ in the same kind with death: 22421|_Infiniteness of character; and of the mind;_ 22421|_Intelligence, firmness, justice, truth, 22421|Faith, purity; for these have sanctities 22421|Which else were lost, and none of them know 22421|How this world fares: and others, who, it seems, 22421|Can look on't; but none can do that which they 22421|Meant to do. And then, how vile the rest 22421|Who can do nothing that's fair and good! 22421|And this will last till this be run by all: 22421|_All blame; but by this time most men have past, 22421|_Being well content._ 22421|God's anger is, as I am quite sure, the same, 22421|Whom he hath cursed, and hath redeemed; 22421|Because, in this his last cause of vengeance, he 22421|Hath done what he first did, that is, to hell; 22421|And so it is, as thou canst plainly see. 22421|His own sin here has done the least it can; 22421|'Tis he hath pardon to avoid, and death. 22421|This God, this Ruler of all the world, this man, 22421|Is one among many who are damned here: 22421|And this man, who here at this expence doth rage 22421|At having to the Devil's power offended, 22421|In such a league and of such dire estate, 22421|Whose infernal sin hath set his own at naught, 22421|As if of hell he made himself a room; 22421|As if he had his sins so ======================================== SAMPLE 23880 ======================================== 1057|If she's not yet dead, and if she is not yet dead." 1057|"What!" said the King, "what's that to me? and how is it for me?" 1057|"It is well to have our own way, but I am a man of my own--" 1057|"An the King was dead, and he lived with the King's daughter and her 1057|husband. So the King made him a pledge of faith, the King's own; 1057|and the King's daughter went with him. She is now a maid indeed, 1057|for we have changed the name--" 1057|"She's dead!" said the little son. "Oh, by God! she's dead! It 1057|is time we were reconciled!" 1057|"No, no, poor child! I will forgive her. All my father's sins 1057|were forgiven-- 1057|"I think they say they are dead, because she has been dead--and 1057|she will die yet." 1057|"She has been dead longer than she is young!" 1057|"I know! But you are now my wife." 1057|"Then let me wed her to-night!" 1057|"But I was a poor child then!" 1057|"All sins forgiven me!" 1057|"All sins forgiven me!" 1057|"And is she not a poor girl? and shall I not make ready now?" 1057|"She has been married unto one that is over yonder, 1057|and she calls herself a lady, and her children call her 1057|children!" 1057|"The lady's child is a fairy." 1057|"I have a cousin at Court who is in love with a fairy, and I 1057|must wed him to-night!" 1057|"Oh, but the King had a bad case of the plague! 1057|They did make the old man a wife, and he's dead and gone--at 1057|least till I see his face again." 1057|"They say the King has been dead for nine whole years?" 1057|"How did they get there?" 1057|"Where can they be? 1057|"I have lost all faith in men. Why should I love a fairy, 1057|when I can marry a man? I cannot see any way but 1057|through this ugly way." 1057|"She is a fairy, but the King is not!" 1057|"I know! But I am a woman, having given myself up to 1057|"I have no mind for peace." 1057|"But you have been at War with the old King?" 1057|"Oh, no; I have been at War with the King's son." 1057|"He is an old King's child!" 1057|"Oh, I am afraid of him! I was afraid of him all the 1057|"Not only the old King, but his whole house!" 1057|"And that is why you have changed your mind." 1057|"I have changed it now, for all men do; and you have given 1057|"I will do nothing of the sort, but--for God's sake, go out there 1057|"My mother and sister, my father and all that are among them, 1057|I have changed my mind, because I have seen how brave a fellow 1057|"What, you have changed your mind again too, to live with him, and 1057|dwell with him all our lives? Do you see how much I hate this 1057|"No, you must be mad to take this matter." 1057|"Not so, by God! I take it you are not a warriour--" 1057|"But you are dead?" 1057|"I--I do not think there's an end to the King's troubles--they 1057|"But the old King's not?" 1057|"I have no wish to marry him." 1057|"You have married her? That is a thing that might make him very 1057|"What, the girl he said was a fairy! What--oh, so very very 1057|"I should like God to marry her! I'd rather not, but there's 1057|"But the old King does not live with her!" 1057|"He is dead!" 1057|"What, ======================================== SAMPLE 23890 ======================================== May that be in heaven! 36803|A thousand thousand hearts beat high-- 36803|I wonder how it hurts? 36803|My mother's heart was pure as snow: 36803|My father made a promise to her! 36803|I wonder if it hurts 36803|To think I will be hurt again 36803|My baby's baby! 36803|Where on the shore by a lone sea-wave, 36803|The wild-port sailors keep in haste, 36803|Heard I a voice, that said 36803|(With a deep sigh) "My life, 36803|They're making my heart 36803|A wife, to rule and rule over and make and take!" 36803|(Said I the name, 36803|To think of a wife like that.) 36803|And when the waves went past 36803|The sea-beach to the cliffs and grey, 36803|I thought of their voices low 36803|That call my mother; 36803|And wondered if my home 36803|Were any more from sea-wave to land. 36803|It was like a dream and sudden: 36803|The sea-winds swept the shore 36803|And the ships came rolling by; 36803|There was no sound, 36803|The ship made no sound; 36803|But as the boats were drawn 36803|They stopped and waited, 36803|Singing songs, 36803|Singing their songs 36803|Of the past and the future, 36803|When you and I were children. 36803|And the ships came sailing away 36803|Far off across the sky; 36803|My mother and my brother, 36803|And the little grey child. 36803|Then I heard the ocean boughs break and shake-- 36803|The wild-weather, storm-strewn sea. 36803|And the sea-beach rang with laughter 36803|And the sea-birds' songs in the breeze, 36803|As the ships came sailing by. 36803|But I'd thought of the mother who prayed, 36803|As her children watched a sea-shell gray 36803|Where the ship was pulling, 36803|And I'd thought of the father who wept, 36803|As his children sat aghast 36803|Before the doors! 36803|I would not leave the child I love, 36803|For a thing so wild as the sea! 36803|I wisht I knew how to give 36803|Full well what the children ask, 36803|But that I can not tell you. 36803|I'd make you ready to go, 36803|If I were only by this sea-shore, 36803|Where the wild birds sing and play 36803|And my dear is sleeping: 36803|He's been sleeping so, so long 36803|I wisht I could sleep! 36803|A sea-bird's song was hushed when he 36803|Sang through his long song of a life of death, 36803|And he's been sleeping so long, so long 36803|I wisht I could sleep! 36803|A sea-bird sings and lies in the sun, 36803|And I'm waiting patiently, waiting there; 36803|I'm hoping when I hear that he'll rise 36803|And follow with his mate, the little grey 36803|Who lies in the white-winged sea. 36803|Then I'd hear the wind's wild song in my brain, 36803|And the sea-wind and the storm's wild song, 36803|And I'd see my grave beneath the cliff 36803|Where our baby is sleeping. 36803|I have been happy--happy with my children-- 36803|With my heart and with my mind and heart. 36803|I have loved them with love they knew, and truth 36803|And patience and faith, and joy of sight; 36803|I have loved them in all the bitter things 36803|The eyes of men could say to the joy they knew. 36803|No child should have such bitter things to see; 36803|But I've been happy in the long, long days: 36803|While that little grey shall lie asleep 36803|In his sandals and his pinafore. 36803|'O that this day I've spent with you 36803|Was never spent in vain. I'd rather 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 23900 ======================================== 11351|And, as he turned to me and said, and whispered and said it, 11351|I heard him say, "Oh, this is wonderful cool!" 11351|For a little, shy little fairy with a light foot like a feather, 11351|Has taken off her nightgown and is dancing in the sun! 11351|She is dancing alone, and her little sister is watching her, 11351|And the little sister's hair is like a silver chain to her; 11351|And her pretty little hand-bag is like a bunch of shining 11351|flowers in the air--oh, my girl, don't you fear for me! 11351|And I think it will rain, and the water may not rain as we play, 11351|And we shall have sorrows, and we shall have cares, and we shall 11351|And you will have, oh, so much, to think of when you think of 11351|Now, you shall sit here and sigh "Oh! had he been only here! 11351|Had he but been seven miles from his mother's house, on the hill 11351|with the pine-tree branches twining 'neath its roof, 11351|He would have come down on a bright, wet afternoon and warm 11351|up to his sister and her brother, who could not play at cards, 11351|Or go out in the sunlight: I have often heard them say it! 11351|He would have been happy, and if he was, the nearer he'd come 11351|To the mother little fairy with his beautiful little ring 11351|of silver on his finger! I have often heard them say it!" 11351|And the very first thing he said to her was, "Yes!" 11351|And the farther he went in his footsteps to the little round house 11351|Then as he hurried to the house the louder and more the sound 11351|Of the laughter of children, all the noise of things to and from it, 11351|Went up through the shining day through the shining sun-shined air. 11351|He must go in the dark. He must leave his sister to her tears, 11351|And leave his brother and her sorrows to settle between them. 11351|Now for those things, when they are done all, I really don't know 11351|If it will make the difference, and, if it isn't an enigma, 11351|At least prove a way to think better of the time when it ends. 11351|I have the creeps for thinking, so I let them stay at home. 11351|"Oh, the little, little lady!" cried the little, little 11351|little-too-little girl. 11351|She stood in the doorway:-- 11351|"My darling never came to home!" 11351|He went into the kitchen:-- 11351|He took out a piece of bread from the loaf pan, 11351|And he took out of his own belly a piece of cheese 11351|That he wished to give away. 11351|He gave it her,-- 11351|"Be a sweet little angel,-- 11351|And live all your life in the sky, by being an only 11351|sister to the sun!" 11351|Then he took out of the cake a little blue bird, 11351|And in its hand he laid 11351|A little piece of flower-straw, to cover its breast. 11351|And he said:-- 11351|"Fly away to the west, and hide here 11351|Deep in the shrubbery so green, 11351|Where the dew falls on flowers, like silver showers at night-- 11351|Under the green and shining boughs of the poplar tree! 11351|And when the early flowers 11351|Tinted the air of the day, 11351|I'll come to thee and entreat thee, little blue bird! 11351|For I love thee well." 11351|A small, spongy thing, the little bird 11351|Did feed him,--but, ah! I fear 11351|He lost his way, 11351|So, hungry, up and down he flew, 11351|And, full of dew, 11351|He came to the little, spongy thing, 11351|With a kiss on its mouth,-- 11351|I wish I were a little, spongy thing, 11351|And I on the little, spongy thing, ======================================== SAMPLE 23910 ======================================== 1728|on the coast of Cyprus, in the hollow rocks, and from a deep recess in the 1728|caves, and which is ever full of peril for the son of Orestes, 1728|who is feared most particularly by men of the sea.' 1728|So she spake, and they all laughed heartily, and they 1728|sank again in the arms of their goddesses. And lo, as he 1728|turned about towards the ship, behold, he put the spear of a 1728|horse, a wondrous spear, wherein there is visible three 1728|gated through the spear, which was fashioned and fashioned by 1728|the goddess who is called Poseidon: the third gated gate is of 1728|a similar shape to the two others, and is fashioned of a 1728|great black stone. Thereon was it wrought at the first, but at 1728|the fourth gate it was fashioned, by the goddess who is called 1728|Poseidon. This is a mighty stone, and strong and dread it is, for 1728|the spear is drawn long range from the spear, and the spear 1728|is borne through the full room of the weapon by mortal 1728|man, and by mortal Nereus (who is lord over all the other 1728|gods) in his wanderings. Howbeit, that spear which is of such 1728|power is of other use than that of others. And he will go 1728|and do the thing of which I say. So he took the three gates 1728|and the three gates of the iron, and he set the spear within 1728|them and cast it from him, and the spear went back to the 1728|ship, and the ship came on its way to the sea. And the 1728|whom I speak of shall never be, for they are many, and even 1728|the son of Peleus is still king over many a land. Now the 1728|whom I speak of are the nymphs and Psyche, the beautiful, the 1728|fated nymphs of Aïs, who are fair as the dawn, and 1728|are the fairest of all the fair Myrmidons. For of the 1728|whom I manfully have slain, twelve did I kill in pursuit 1728|of thee, yea, even in thy presence and in close combat. But 1728|thou, daughter of the mighty son of Atreus, the mighty 1728|song-bringer, slayer of Argos, wast the first and 1728|the most renowned of all the Myrmidons, who had been chosen 1728|the chosen of the Greeks. Now these were the twelve: 1728|"'Be ye then men,' said cunningly Pytho, 'ye men of Argos, and 1728|men of Pylos, and of Laconia, and of Chalcis, that our 1728|borders on the west, as thou thyself discernest, and that 1728|thou mayest see all this.' 1728|'"A maiden of the east, I think her to be, with many 1728|shining garments hanging upon her head, and her head covered 1728|with a mantle, wrought with gold, and she sat on the wide 1728|stools of golden chairs, and her daughter sat at her 1728|head, whom she bare by the hand, fair and lovely as the 1728|honey-beads of Zeus, which were made of the breath of the 1728|lady, that bare the son of Peleus. Wherefore she was a 1728|great city in her own land, and she bare the son of 1728|Peleus, the son of Atreus, to the praise of his mother even in 1728|the house of 1728|"Him then would the blessed goddesses speak, and each one of 1728|her sweet mouth was full of a pleasant sound, 1728|and sweet was her voice: 1728|'"Come ye, then, whither has Atreus gone, when he 1728|came hither at all in pursuit of thee, who knowest and 1728|likes the gods, the good and bad? Lo, all your friends are in 1728|the house, the best, and the worst shall he go forth to find; 1728|that is he, the mighty Odysseus, who have kept you all in 1728|their fear, nor could any ======================================== SAMPLE 23920 ======================================== 841|All of that was then his dream. But his eyes were 841|Stared into infinity: he had seen and heard, 841|In one brief moment, the whole of life and death, 841|The past, the present, the to-morrow, he was there 841|With God. And God looked at him and said, "Behold 841|This is the last time for us here to part." 841|And so that night I walked alone at twilight 841|To the long street that spanned the pond beside my house, 841|Bordered with green and silver, like a brook-side. 841|The sun had died in fireflies across the hills. 841|I had no living being there. All was still. 841|I heard the patter of my footsteps in the dark; 841|The quiet rain. What if death should come to those 841|Who walk here, every day, to their own death? 841|I saw the house; a hundred eyes seemed to look 841|Upon me, and they were blind. I had gone mad in their 841|blindness. And at this moment they stared at me 841|With eyes suffused with terror and doubt. 841|I saw that the moonlight's yellow splendor 841|Had fallen on the floor, upon the floor of flesh, 841|Upon my face. I could not see myself. 841|I saw my hand, the hand that did that greatest good 841|In the darkest hour, in the most fearful hour, 841|And thought, "I could have done it if I only knew." 841|And I began to cry, "The woman is dead. 841|I never said her name to tell it to her soul 841|In that unutterable silence." 841|And another whispered, "She is dead." 841|And I said, "In God's name let me not hear such things. 841|She was the world now, my world, my all. God send 841|A peace to her face, if I have any right. 841|She has died. You did this." And I said, "I will tell it to her. 841|I have done, now, while there is light in the world." 841|"Speak," said a voice, "you who look so kindly, 841|I thank you. I was only listening. 841|My mother had a child, 841|And all she asked of me 841|Was that I should say her name. 841|When I was weary of hiding it, 841|My lover came, you know. 841|The baby was his name, 841|And he was very good and kind 841|To me, and sometimes I did forget 841|The name of my child. 841|When some young woman comes to ask for my child, 841|I think her very good. 841|I am very old, you know. 841|If I were some young child I think no one else 841|Could do it; but though I am old I am not shy, 841|For all my life there were few people 841|Were worse to meet. 841|My lover came to me 841|When I was very old and blind, 841|And asked me to sing 841|The name of my child, 841|And I said with her voice, 841|This was his name, this was my name. 841|I hope he will be pleased 841|That a woman, who is so good and kind, 841|Made list for this child, 841|And does not flinch at bearing a child, 841|For all the world to say. 841|I know that I am old, 841|But I am a good-for-nothing being. 841|It is very nice to think of days 841|When I was like others. One of those 841|Who go home to their quiet beds 841|And dream of days that they were fancies 841|Whose names were no longer. I can think 841|Of little joys that they know now, 841|That are brought home to them with gentle hands, 841|When the old age is quite over. 841|I do not know that I ======================================== SAMPLE 23930 ======================================== 941|Our country, like this state, is struggling to survive, while she 941|has to live, as we have to live, for the rest of her life." 941|As we sat in the house that night, it was April and bright 941|and beautiful, and the snow lay on the hills. 941|It was the spring-time of the year, and the life of the people 941|was springing in our midst. Life grew more and more like the 941|earth beneath the feet of men who were going to the wars. 941|The singing of birds on our window-panes woke memories of 941|the days of long ago in which we sat together, 941|and smiled when the snow lay on the hills. 941|The little red town that stood in the field for miles around 941|was still as death, with its church and its college and its 941|high-built houses. It was not a place where people were going to 941|"And you've come here to look at the school, my dear? Ah, then 941|why don't you go there and learn something about the people you 941|are about to meet?" 941|"Well, no! I'm neither going nor coming here. I'd be 941|noting what is going on in my town. I was going and I 941|am --" 941|"No!" 941|I said, "I don't want to talk about the people you are 941|about to meet. 941|"I'll talk to the girl sitting by the stove with her eyes in 941|the flames and her hands just made of wood. You can never be 941|"You don't want to talk about the people you are going to meet? 941|You can't, can you? Well, well, what do you know?" 941|"Oh, yes, I know a little girl who used to live out in the 941|wood-pile. And she's got a little yellow umbrella. She's 941|going to tell you something." 941|"No, I won't have her come. Her life is really not suited 941|to the people you are going to meet. That's why I won't have her 941|Come to me, come to me!" 941|I waited patiently, but she never came. A man's voice 941|cried out from the doorway, "Come to me, come to me!" and 941|I knew one day it would be the man's voice yelling. But when I 941|saw the light of his eyes burning into my face one time, and 941|knowing what a coward he must have been, I turned away. 941|So that night I lived alone in the house, and my little girl sat 941|with her eyes shut and a baby on her knee in the den. And while 941|I was still sitting alone there, over against her, and watching, 941|"You shouldn't have come," she said at last. "You can't be 941|called to the war." 941|I tried to speak, but I knew exactly what she had to say. 941|Then she took off her night-cap and flung it at me. "If you 941|would learn good teaching, you'd learn better. You should leave 941|the trouble to mother. She's always ready with everything 941|you want the little girl to be taught. You mustn't tease 941|her, or make her worry. But if mother won't teach you, what 941|will I do? I'll never get back what I've lost. Oh, I shall 941|find out you are a fool. I'm sure you will be all right as 941|you always were. See how brave you are! It's all the same 941|for me. Come here, and it isn't all up with you. It's 941|you that have to tell me that I'm brave." 941|So I sat there, and let tears fill my eyes. And she just 941|pushed the baby toward me. "I'll be damned," she muttered with 941|my arm. "I'm going away. And when I get back I will be 941|brave for fighting. You can trust ======================================== SAMPLE 23940 ======================================== 1287|Where in a grove of myrtles the lotus sleeps. 1287|Here in the spring my thoughts I cherish still: 1287|But I now am glad and now I sorrow, 1287|When the winds arise, and from my windows view 1287|The fragrant lotus fair and the silver sheen 1287|Of the sun, in the warm rays as sweetly glowing. 1287|But I no more my thoughts can cherish here: 1287|The summer winds are all too ardent, sigh, 1287|But the lotus always shines in the sunshine; 1287|And the Sun at its own best is neither bright nor fair. 1287|When the breeze, by day, is at rest, in my window watching, 1287|But an hour from its rise is now so bright a minute 1287|That no thought of sorrow can ever awake me: 1287|The lotus still with the lotus breathes around it, 1287|The lotus with the lotus fills up the fountain,-- 1287|And the fountain that is near is the Spring above me! 1287|And the Spring, and the lotus, and Spring, and above me! 1287|How sweet indeed is the Summer! and how gay 1287|The Autumn, with all his leaves and his flowers! 1287|How lovely at eve with my friends is the time 1287|When one sees the old world's majestic trees 1287|Rising up like white angels in a dream. 1287|And then, my friend, beneath its lofty boughs 1287|The lotus beneath my feet is reposing, 1287|And I think that the fair flowers there, like the grass, 1287|Are born to the earth when the golden Summer closes. 1287|How sweet the old time is! how beautiful it! 1287|The flowers come, all the lovely flowers! and spring 1287|Sees in the midst of her summer's night of peace! 1287|And in the pleasant shade of the pine-woods 1287|The birds come forth with their carols full-throated. 1287|The sun comes, as I heard the forest re-echo 1287|The sound of my well-beloved's ardent singing, 1287|And at midnight when the world seems silent 1287|We hear the world's voice in the hearts of a lover. 1287|And oh! the maiden is a maiden,--how bright 1287|The old time is! oh how charming it! 1287|To know, for my heart, that the lotus-well is flowing! 1287|How soft the old time is! to walk the mountain 1287|And feel one's love, and in the wood to find one's love! 1287|It was on a day, long by the shore of the sea, 1287|That a youth and a maid together were formed to each other. 1287|He stood forth to his destiny, and for life's sake 1287|The one was only a maid, the other was a maid-- 1287|But the days of her being were not without pain 1287|For each one was bound, as the will of the Gods is, 1287|To form a life in the likeness of the other, 1287|Till the last of them was free to take off their bonds. 1287|Then they saw a day, long by the shore of the sea 1287|The maiden was made to be a maiden, and they 1287|With life's life was formed, and in the morning were free. 1287|They reached that city where for the first time a damsel 1287|Had the secret of each other's future, to the full. 1287|The damsel grew fair and free from fear when they placed her 1287|Under her lover's love and love's tenderly caressed hands. 1287|The first he saw was a maid and the last he saw was a maid. 1287|With gladness she stood over them, and she gave them 1287|The whole of her life,--while the other, a maid, was not an 1287|For ever he was fond of her, and never yet had he loved 1287|A maiden who knew not the charms of a lover's kisses, 1287|Nay, nay! a kiss that had never been given! O thou 1287|Thee, on that day, who lovest thy lover and hath loved, 1287|Oh be still! Be still! 1287| ======================================== SAMPLE 23950 ======================================== 8187|"And where is he?" the prince exclaimed,--"for we, 8187|"To-morrow morning, at three o'clock, may see 8187|"The young lady on the beach,--while I am away, 8187|"To-night will leave her with all you desire." 8187|The youth gave cheer;--but how should he obey? 8187|With his own hand upon his sword, which he 8187|To prove that it was lawful for him to wield, 8187|He cast away his deadly guard at once;-- 8187|Then, with his hand, as he was wont, again 8187|Began to wield his martial falchion firm. 8187|The king in turn, from some distance, rose, 8187|And seized the young lady by the hand, 8187|Saying, "For heaven's sake, put off that robe, 8187|"For surely 'tis so wicked, and I fear; 8187|"And in short order will you find, if less 8187|"Than is the dress you wear, you are caught now." 8187|"If you are caught,"--he cried,--"you will die, 8187|"For the same cause as if you had not been born!" 8187|The king then, like a tiger, half-dead, 8187|Cleft her with his sword-blade in her heart; 8187|And bending low before him, cried, "And you, 8187|"Who had so bravely dared to play before me, 8187|"And took such care of me, and whom you love, 8187|"Now, you shall leave me, for Heaven knows what: 8187|"Go, tell your lady to go on shore, 8187|"And make this country merry with your woes, 8187|"And give some country man a right good croissant." 8187|Thus ended the king; but, before the rest 8187|Had told him to go on shore,--and then 8187|Turned him from his course, to stop those tears,-- 8187|The king, just looking at him, said, "Go on." 8187|And he did go on shore; but oh, his heart 8187|Did so inveigle him to stay awhile; 8187|The youth would not be stayed; his father's life 8187|He wished for, he would make the last of;-- 8187|And the king heard his voice and gave consent, 8187|Before he had even begun the pill. 8187|But as the young woman stood on end 8187|To go in for marriage, his young mind 8187|Had all been closed and altered there, 8187|In this young story, which every day 8187|Is told here, and must here live on. 8187|The tale is all untrue, she said, 8187|The youth so well was maned up and crowned, 8187|And the new-cut crown would put a stop 8187|To every hopes of a happiness. 8187|So now the tale is wholly untrue, 8187|And in the story of Fortune's wheel 8187|Is placed a thousand lies which are; 8187|The monarch, when he heard what a tale 8187|Was told to him, the bride, for he was young, 8187|As he was told, must be of his era: 8187|A time when a young man might aspire, 8187|And wish to be such as this one was! 8187|The young man, when he heard his fate, 8187|Had thought of his present lovers' eyes,-- 8187|And then must lie at rest and be 8187|Tho' sure he was their sweet and kind one; 8187|For in old age no eyes to smile on, 8187|No heart to soothe, no lips to kiss, 8187|The tenderness of the fairest spring 8187|Is seen, when the sun is away. 8187|For him, who in to-morrow's sun 8187|Shall look again on aught, but the one 8187|Young thing he loves on to-day,--no ray 8187|Of those old loves which once were his,-- 8187|The light of those old hearts is gone. 8187|But the young man, tho' he should see 8187|Not those old loves once more but his,-- 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 23960 ======================================== 27333|He was always proud and gay, 27333|So, when I went away 27333|They laughed at me the while 27333|And called me a dullard dull, 27333|So I won't laugh at you. 27333|They called me weak and poor 27333|And let me toil and sweat, 27333|Yet they kept calling me 27333|When you were away. 27333|So, when I went away 27333|It seemed as if my heart 27333|Was breaking in my own, 27333|And I was lonely as they were. 27333|And when I came back I 27333|Cared more for what they said 27333|Than what they did when I smiled. 27333|And now I feel that sorrow 27333|Has taken all my strength 27333|And only the beauty of pain 27333|Endowed me with such strength. 27333|It seems as though my heart 27333|Forgot its grief and its pain 27333|And kept for aye its love and its pride 27333|Till the time I should come back. 27333|What are the words to his mouth 27333|That told such a tale to me?-- 27333|The words that once he had cried 27333|In passion's wildest loudest tone, 27333|When there lay, close by the sea, 27333|Unshed the shroud of the dark sea, 27333|And he, the heart of all his heart, 27333|His life had sought the sea before; 27333|And his own words were the words 27333|He had pleaded when, on a day 27333|That made him think himself alone, 27333|He had turned and looked unto God 27333|And tried to find his soul alone,-- 27333|The heart of all his passion, the strength, the grace, 27333|And the heart of all his soul. 27333|And now my heart is cold, 27333|For never again shall I hear 27333|The voices around me call, 27333|"Come away, come away"-- 27333|So strangely those old voices, so mournfully sweet, 27333|That told a tale to me 27333|Of grief and wrong which I had done, yet was not conscious of; 27333|But the night is cold ere I go 27333|And the stars keep out the light; 27333|For though the day is hot, 27333|It is the night, and the night is cold, and the stars that weep-- 27333|So, I cannot find the words 27333|To tell you of him again. 27333|As the sea on the shore, 27333|He was here when my life was good 27333|And the world was bright with the light of my love-light in June, 27333|As the sea on the shore, 27333|And the sea was always glad to give me glad thanks, when the day 27333|Was good, and the world was bright with the joy of my friends. 27333|I came back to my old home, 27333|For my soul's sake for to dwell here, 27333|Where my life had life and a meaning and a purpose, 27333|As the sea on the shore, 27333|He was here when my life was good. 27333|One day, as the tide was ebbing 27333|From the heart which I held so dear, 27333|I left its walls all bare and brown. 27333|I wandered, heart-frenzied, barefoot, 27333|And walked, and walked, and walked, 27333|Till I came to where the sea-snakes 27333|Hung their white and shining coils 27333|About the side of a dreary cape. 27333|And I gazed in wonder, 27333|And gazed in wonder still, 27333|Until some sea-mew, a strange one, 27333|Came out of the sun-drenched sand 27333|And, slowly, slowly, slowly, flew 27333|To where, in the heart of the cape, 27333|A ship lay lifeless and uncovered, 27333|With two crew--alone; and its eyes. 27333|I stood there in my bed, 27333|And I made a wish, 27333|For the one whom I loved, 27333|And for the one whom I loved not ======================================== SAMPLE 23970 ======================================== 9579|And the deep, bright tear 9579|Is but the dew-drop that has gushed from a weeping heart; 9579|And the sad shadow 9579|Of the heavy burden 9579|Till we see it not, 9579|The weight of the Cross on man's shoulders; 9579|That weighs him, while we pray 9579|Between life and death, 9579|God of all mercies, Father of all grace! 9579|I, with my burden on my heart and head and shoulder, 9579|Am drawn as a flag from its resting-place to battle; 9579|Oh, for the pow'r that spurs us, when the path before us 9579|Is hard and grim, 9579|And when the dawn of our ruin appears, ere dawn. 9579|Oh, for the hope that spares not its dying sightings 9579|Of camp and trail, 9579|Of fire-step through the night-air, and, ere it sinks, 9579|Of gleaming phantom horse, 9579|And phantom mane, and phantom chaser's glimmer! 9579|Oh, for the heart that rises to its mission missions, 9579|Like a wounded bird that seeks its mate in danger, 9579|I hold it as a pledge, 9579|And for the arm that turns away, nor turns in vain, 9579|Wherever it flies, 9579|To the great mission-armY that doth far more effectively 9579|Than a prince's mandate, to the cause it hath ever held true, 9579|God of all mercies, Father of all grace! 9579|I had hoped, when I had entered that cot beside the river 9579|Where the last of all the dead, in his last walk with God, 9579|Brooded, that, in some fair land, 9579|Some free from the chains which his own tyrants threw there, 9579|Some spot where the kindly Law 9579|Might tend the dying, and with all its bounty cover 9579|All that it could find 9579|Of what so strangely seemed 9579|Bound for the people, for the land which he died to save, 9579|And for the hearts which they oppressed, 9579|Heard I the sound 9579|That bade me pause, and to my father turn my face. 9579|"The brethren of our house are exiled, thou seest, 9579|I hear, they rest not. 9579|"The Lord hath said, They shall be made like unto you 9579|In inmost hearts and bodies; 9579|"And they shall see the sun of my redemption rise 9579|Bright and clear 9579|"More than the stars of their own sky; 9579|In that they shall be watched by Jesus, as I say, 9579|Like lambs in the fold, 9579|"Like eagles in the fleece; like sea-gulls above 9579|On the shore, for my soul's prey." 9579|And the Master's voice broke in with a bitter cry: 9579|"No more like eagles in your fleece 9579|"Shall live you; look to your own shore! 9579|"God! what shall I say?" "Think of the sheep," said he, 9579|"Who are in the dust! 9579|"Go, ill fare you well; yet ere you go, 9579|"Think of the Master who is waiting for thee 9579|"With the lambs about the fold!" 9579|"But I could not hear," said our poor man, "e'en there; 9579|"I was so young," he added, "as well I may 9579|"On the road so distant!" 9579|"But you have heard," the voice of our Saviour said, 9579|"Hosanna bearest sound!" 9579|"But why," said he, for the sun vanished off, 9579|And he felt his coat grow black; 9579|And the Voice of God stilled the breath of his breath; 9579|He had seen the face of his dear lord's killer: 9579|And, "But,"--he was silent--"but," he said, 9579|"I see that they look on you as of kin," he said, 9579|"Yet are you strangers in your heart!" 9579 ======================================== SAMPLE 23980 ======================================== 3650|And the red moon that glitters above. 3650|And then I heard a voice, as if from the face 3650|Of some one who in death were dying--"Blessed, 3650|And happy they whose bones the earth retain 3650|In silent resting-place--who reach not forth 3650|And touch the clasping gates of rest! Here He 3650|Stretches out one hand"--he stopped and shook-- 3650|"Stretches out two,--and reaches out one more, 3650|His right hand doth extend, and touching that 3650|Hath touched His left, hath loosened the last link 3650|Which binds both us and all the lands of God!" 3650|The voice ceased and became a river of sound, 3650|And sank and brightened like the day; 'twas then 3650|The Father breathed upon the world His breath, 3650|Made all things new, and back to life again 3650|His Spirit winged its way; he took back 3650|The world we lived in, and made new heavens and 3650|Our place of resting, and set all our troubles 3650|Before us like the warning of a voice 3650|From out the darkness, warning our souls to bear 3650|The threshing-blocks of God. 3650|A Child of the 3650|The first thing that He did when He created 3650|The atoms of the visible world was to bind 3650|Light in their places to form colours and light; 3650|He did this in such wise, that, in what seemed vain, 3650|A little light would trickle from the end 3650|Of its narrow tube, into the dark of night, 3650|Even where the day was shining through the clouds, 3650|And made the dusky shadowing of the sky 3650|A little bit of a colouring and a tint. 3650|And, lo, what joy there was! 3650|A little twinkle on a little sunbeam 3650|Led Him to believe that he had created 3650|The purest image of his purest thought 3650|And hue, and form, and substance, good and nobleness: 3650|A little flame of colour and of light 3650|Led Him, to give back to those who loved Him, 3650|The splendour of their morning of delight. 3650|So for a little hour 3650|God's sun the life within them soft and dimmed; 3650|A little spark in a little crystal cup 3650|Led Him about to find what he would call 3650|His treasure; and, while he sought with fingers curled 3650|The very colour of his very flesh and blood, 3650|The very breath of Creation, He found. 3650|At last it seemed beyond a shadow's reach 3650|To reach unto that other world so near, 3650|Where all things change, and all things change again, 3650|And changeless the eternal change of heart, 3650|Where change the sunshine round us, and the rain 3650|Of brightening days, or all the blessings brought 3650|From showers of blossoms falling from the trees; 3650|There, change no more! 3650|For through the eye of the soul, at times, 3650|God's true meaning sinks, and vision seems 3650|Forgets, and hope of days and hours withdrawn; 3650|And, as a man forgetting his journey, 3650|Rounds on in reverie, forgets the day, 3650|Or, in a dream, his own dear self appears; 3650|So he forgot, 3650|And even in forgetting, seemed to find 3650|New mysteries of life and death and birth, 3650|New thoughts and deepest shadows of the soul. 3650|No, not even in forgetting; there rose 3650|From deep within man's soul a doubt of doom 3650|To that bright world God made for all of us, 3650|And made for all, and only for the weak; 3650|Whereon, however clear 3650|The change is, or however peaceful seem 3650|Life's summer hours, the shadow still remains 3650|Of that wild, mysterious change, the touch 3650|Of that great Power which once hath been above. 3650|I, who have lived a stranger in a land 3650|Where ======================================== SAMPLE 23990 ======================================== 1280|The one that weaves a web that no one can see. 1280|I know no place quite like home. 1280|And, as for the people, what they are or were, 1280|That I may only guess. 1280|They, even now, 1280|Are wandering in the shadow of a century. 1280|And when the dust is settled 1280|And the people yawn in the public square, 1280|The people will ask: "Where was he? 1280|And he, the one that is sitting in the light? 1280|Has another come to make a grave?" 1280|So I would tell 1280|You: No one of them cares about my story; 1280|In my mind they are all dead. 1280|Marilyn Higgins is married to Frank Bowers, 1280|A man of seventy-five. He has been a city 1280|Undertaker and banker. And still, 1280|As the age of women grew, a few 1280|Took a turn to be the mothers of the children 1280|Of the grand old-time couples who wed, 1280|And of the husbands, the men who could talk, 1280|And of the women, the women who knew 1280|The one who would be mother, and all of them 1280|Who 1280|Had the knack of knowing how to be good mothers. 1280|My own husband, I do not know him now, 1280|And I have no memories of him. But when we 1280|Were wed, we lived in the house we built together, 1280|And on the morning of our death he came to our room 1280|With his own bride, a girl-child. And he said to me: 1280|"I wish to tell you all about himself 1280|And the strange women that he knew. And he said: 1280|When we were undertaker at the city bank 1280|You gave him twenty thousand to spend on your life. 1280|In one of his first ventures, he lost it all. 1280|So he went up to the cemetery, the day before 1280|He was to marry the girl he and his father had 1280|Laid to rest together, and he said to her: 1280|'Think of me for a little while, and carry 1280|My suitcase from the house, and you who are living, 1280|Come down here and look as if you were dead.' 1280|So she went down to the grave and saw his pall 1280|Was folded like a wreath of leaves. She got as close 1280|As a hand can to the tomb and said: 'Who is he?' 1280|And I said I was not certain. You never hear 1280|Whether the way was wrong or right. 1280|He was a very poor man. 1280|I was a very rich woman, having all the best things 1280|For my husband, and with a pension and a good will. 1280|When we came to take him to his dying day 1280|I thought if I would have his tombstone and a cross 1280|I should have the greatest comfort. I thought I'd say: 1280|'Here is our old acquaintance, he and his wife-- 1280|I'll read to them then: 1280|"I have dreamed a great deal of loving, and I've suffered 1280|A great deal more--there's a cross upon my breast-- 1280|But we'll all go down to our cot in the evening 1280|To have our last of prayers, and I'll feel glad again." 1280|So I drew up the stones, made the inscription plain, 1280|I had a dream about it. 1280|My husband was living, I was dead. 1280|And the girl he took on? 1280|The girl. 1280|There I was lying under a huge broad slab 1280|That had been the gate of my cot when he was married 1280|To his girl. But the grave's hand, 1280|That I did feel, put a little too much power 1280|Within me, that I said to my spirit: "Be patient, 1280|And let life go, though it is hard, and sore." 1280|Thus I made my peace with God. I read, 1280|After I'd been dead for some time and a good year 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 24000 ======================================== 21003|That never, in its early years, 21003|A brother--not a brother--sought. 21003|Now the great Master's aim is high-- 21003|To make his Christ, the living God, 21003|All hearts may fill with loving care, 21003|For a brighter world the future seek." 21003|The Angel in the Heavens of Books 21003|"My eyes have seen, and my ears have heard, 21003|The glorious work of Mercy's Queen; 21003|Her glorious name I long have heard-- 21003|I long have heard of the Angel's song, 21003|The trumpet's ringing, the Angel's shout. 21003|The voices of the world ring false, 21003|In the heart's most pitiless distress, 21003|And the voice of the true is voiceless. 21003|But thou hast answered each sad call, 21003|And thy message is a blessing to all; 21003|And thou hast taught through all the world 21003|The way to heaven." 21003|The Angel in the Heavens of Books 21003|"From the heart of the old, I've taught thee; 21003|My spirit's all, like the Angel's breath, 21003|All, all, pure, all, all--" 21003|The Angel in the Heavens of Books 21003|"The word thou hast taught me I'll do, 21003|And I'll put forth the heart and hand-- 21003|Aye, all the mind and strength of man; 21003|I will give a glory to the name 21003|That thy great soul holds of me." 21003|The Angel in the Heavens of Books 21003|"O, thou hast conquered Death and Hell; 21003|I would that to my name thou hast 21003|Been called with such a greater fame! 21003|The glory of thy name, I feel, 21003|In all life's future, like a flame 21003|Burns ever in the deep of mine eyes; 21003|So that the path that I shall tread 21003|Is all that lies before me; and I 21003|Will bear a nobler burden still 21003|Than ever my spirit could bear." 21003|The Angel in the Heavens of Books 21003|"But if thy soul be as the Lord's, 21003|And his heart be as thy heart's truth, 21003|Thou, in thy mighty hour of need, 21003|Shalt conquer in a victory's place-- 21003|For, when the world's opinion stands 21003|A thing to frown at, then comes the woe-- 21003|The doom must fall before those words-- 21003|Not mine to grudge the power to speak." 21003|"The King hath asked me--shall I say?-- 21003|To tell him how, by day and night, 21003|He marvelling gazed on me? I dare-- 21003|Would I should dare! Oh, would that I, 21003|That all is well with him?" 21003|"If my dear Lord were here, then now-- 21003|If for a moment he but seemed-- 21003|We would tell him, and then, for ever, 21003|I know that would be well." 21003|So with a smile she spoke--a smile 21003|That mocked his anger; and a glance 21003|A glimpse of joy, that broke ere long, 21003|On the blue, clear, moonlike sky; and then 21003|She ceased with voice of love and woe 21003|That died away in prayer. 21003|As God doth do, 21003|I say,--what sayst thou?--that a King, 21003|Or at least the Lord of the Kingdoms, 21003|Is now a slave to want? Thou shalt see. 21003|And why, it seemeth, is he so-- 21003|I say, though he be blessed of God-- 21003|So poor that none of my children--none! 21003|He hath no treasure, that he needs, 21003|Which they which work with hands should have. 21003|Nay, though he be a King, I fear 21003|He hath no Prince--no Lord--of the blood! 21003|And I, I wish; I wish I might be 21003|As he am. So I ======================================== SAMPLE 24010 ======================================== 24869|By their dread weapons wrenched from his side, 24869|Cars are not borne in air.” 24869|Then from his boding tongue he told 24869|How that mighty giant, Rávaṇ, slew 24869|His brother with the doom ordained, 24869|Fearing and trembling at the thought 24869|Ráma from life’s wilderness was torn, 24869|So cruel was his arm, and he 24869|Was doomed by Márícha’s lord to lose 24869|Nought but a lifeless corse. 24869|Canto XXIV. Kumbhakarna’s Lament. 24869|How Ráma and Kumbhak he slew 24869|And in the forests wild preyed and strayed, 24869|He told the son of Bharat sooth 24869|How Kumbhakarna’s sons had slain him. 24869|How, wounded to the heart, he fell 24869|And broke the life of Ráma’s arm, 24869|And how, to Raghu’s son a witness, 24869|He hung a sheathed heron on his arm 24869|With ivory points, whose dying face 24869|Bespoke that the hero’s soul had sighed.(915) 24869|How they who had not yet grown old 24869|And faithful to their promise, died 24869|And fell upon that desolate ground 24869|Like to the grass, whereon they lie, 24869|Freed from the kine with matted hair.(916) 24869|How Kumbhakarna’s mighty arm 24869|Fell to destroy, and so the tale 24869|Of Kumbhak’s men and their prowess, 24869|Where ’twas told, was told again, 24869|And told with all the tale before. 24869|Thus said the words in every strain 24869|Whose words were ripe for use, and all 24869|The praise of Raghu’s son he sought. 24869|Again he turned to him who bore 24869|The fruitage of the bough, and said 24869|To that great chief, with joy and joy 24869|That thus he had restored his soul: 24869|“I cannot bring, no, not one near, 24869|My breath from out my charmed brain. 24869|O, I have lived, yet have I lived 24869|Amid this giant clan so dread, 24869|Sole comrade, lord, and only friend. 24869|’Tis well; the time of death has past, 24869|Nor must I now prepare to die. 24869|Now let the gods with pleasure view 24869|The glorious task with their own hands. 24869|Be sure the deed is not from me, 24869|Which Kumbhakarna, like an archer, slew. 24869|Thus far the task has been completed: 24869|The fruit of all the seeds he sowed 24869|Will from the tree that sprang remains. 24869|And let the saints who dwell above, 24869|In glory, well acquitting thee, 24869|Praise thee for this glorious deed, 24869|High and celestial as thou art. 24869|With might like his who laid the whole 24869|Of Varuṇ tree, he with the wind 24869|Shall wipe away thy stain of stain, 24869|And bring thee where thou wilt, dear child.”(917) 24869|Canto CXVI. The Lords Of Destruction. 24869|The mighty chief whose eye could see 24869|All regions of the world, his speech 24869|In answer to the king began: 24869|“Lord beloved, thine honoured son, 24869|With wise Śakra, when on the day 24869|Of Ráma’s death he willed to die, 24869|He went in that same chariot found 24869|That led along its way the light. 24869|But Ráma, when I bade him last 24869|His faithful watch be bent upon thee, 24869|Stood not in act in faith to save 24869|His life from peril dire. 24869|O thou who holdest that no God 24869|Can give or take away 24869|The pity which ======================================== SAMPLE 24020 ======================================== 30332|Or the voice of the woodpecker, when he hears 30332|The echo from his grave, and sighing goes 30332|Where he hath lived a hundred years agone, 30332|And, dying, to his fellows of a day 30332|Hath turned his footsteps from the world of men. 30332|"Yea, there the woodpecker hears these words of mine 30332|From far away, as the sweet light of day 30332|Sinks down the hill, and a gray shadow falls. 30332|But, when the night had fled, when he hath come 30332|Unto the golden evening of the year, 30332|He sits him down and pours a loud song 30332|Upon the tree, that is about to die; 30332|Then takes a while his sweet song to repeat, 30332|As he would make of it a perfect line, 30332|But that, of his boughs the heart has split, 30332|His feet must needs go forth and seek the light, 30332|And he must needs be heard in many lands 30332|With praise of his sweet voice; for, oftentimes, 30332|When to the earth-bound, the long night's day, 30332|The moon has darkened in her golden height, 30332|The woodpecker, all his life long asleep, 30332|Will call at odd times from the dead, and call, 30332|With light of song, his old sweet song again, 30332|Even till the morn, among the hills of May 30332|Wafts him abroad on his long journey; but he, 30332|Even then, must go an even pace with thee, 30332|For he must needs abide the day and die, 30332|Must need, e'en then, a well-known way of speech, 30332|And that, alas! his mother is not here." 30332|He spake; but as in a dream, and with a look 30332|Afar on the land he saw, but saw not well; 30332|So, wondering if all might be vain, he looked 30332|And deemed not that his mother-thought he knew; 30332|A little then he thought, and said again, 30332|"Yea, I have heard a great thing of the wood, 30332|But here unto you I am not ready now, 30332|Nor need be; for yet as I am, so far 30332|Wanderers the sound of the wild song through my soul, 30332|And many a word I need not use again, 30332|For many a word is like the breath of thee, 30332|And many have I spoken, but no word comes. 30332|And when a man comes hither, even he 30332|Must needs begin his song without a name." 30332|But now the little folk were gone away, 30332|And the low sun shone and cast its last rays 30332|Upon the earth that all night long had lain, 30332|And the low, soft wind was silent yet; 30332|But as he thought upon his mother's face 30332|He seemed to hear the little birds of snow 30332|Make a little home within the oak, 30332|Which he had fashioned out of rags and thongs, 30332|And made it all of window-backs and boards, 30332|And twigs from the rough-beguiled beech-tree's boughs, 30332|And fragments from the boughs of other trees 30332|That were his own, and a fair place for love 30332|Between the garden-wall and the river side, 30332|Even till the day was come, and through the night 30332|He seemed to hear her faint white feet seem raise 30332|Out of the water where her little boat was, 30332|And on the waves to dance and float and sing, 30332|And the sweet wind to lull and breathe and blow 30332|Her little head upon his shoulder mild, 30332|And her low dark hair about his neck to curl 30332|And gather at his throat, and all night through 30332|The light wind in the leaves that grew above 30332|The stream would be as their laughter and their singing, 30332|While he, hearing as he thought, did nothing move 30332|Save as the river murmured in his ear, 30332|And felt her soft hands come and go ======================================== SAMPLE 24030 ======================================== 19|And let us all rejoice! 19|We do rejoice in peace, 19|In joy in peace, in joy! 19|We do rejoice in peace 19|And all good things! 19|All joy and pleasure, 19|All good things, 19|All good things, 19|All good things! 19|The joy and the pleasure, 19|The joy and the pleasure, 19|The joy and the pleasure, 19|The joy and the pleasure, 19|The good cheer, the good cheer, 19|Here we all rejoice: 19|We do rejoice in peace, 19|In joy in peace, in joy! 19|And we do rejoice in peace, 19|In joy in peace, in joy! 19|We do rejoice in peace, 19|In joy in peace, in joy! 19|"The Sun shall rise and set, and still be the Sun," 19|When the long day's past, 19|All the birds in the air shall wake and sing: 19|When the long day's done, 19|All the long days o'er 19|Shall be laid in the dust, for weariness of day; 19|But here in my keeping 19|Shall be keeping 19|Pure and undefiled 19|From the start to the last 19|Light of the shadow in the beginning of the year;-- 19|While the stars and the heavens 19|And the sea shall be turning 19|Ashen and dry, till the last 19|Lull of the shadow on the world's last morn shall be past. 19|In the city of old Enna 19|I dwelt in a house of stone, 19|Not the weak and weakling either 19|Through pride or fear made feeble; 19|Yet I had an uncle, and a father dear. 19|He is dead and I am homeless, 19|And I fain would go again 19|Home of my heart and fatherland. 19|Then I sought a path to lead me 19|Straight to my ancestral hall, 19|And I met a maiden on the way, 19|But the way was lonely, hard, 19|And the pathway she had found was rough, 19|And the way she had followed she had found hard. 19|Then I sang with her to her filling, 19|For the heart of maiden thrilled me 19|With more than maiden wonder; 19|And the voice of my sweetheart yearning 19|Seemed more than mortal passion stirred me 19|Toward the lady of my fatherland, 19|Who gave the song to me. 19|She was fairer far than any one, 19|And her lips sung with caresses 19|As the voice of any living thing 19|Might song of bird or water-nymph. 19|She was like a maiden in the Spring 19|When first it blossoms; 19|With the first pale dew of beauty 19|Her cheek was like the new-fallen peach. 19|In the flush of early brightness, 19|In the red and vernal bloom, 19|With the breath of heavenly perfume, 19|She seemed divinely to be mingled. 19|I was young in love when she was young, 19|And she gave me gifts: 19|Gifts beyond all other gifts 19|Which my spirit, passing fair, 19|Had sought in days of old! 19|But my girl-friend laughed and made answer-- 19|"No such gift your spirit shall receive 19|In return for years of grace 19|Which, to our eyes, shall seem strange." 19|Then I turned to the maiden's father 19|And I told of my own loss, 19|And I told of the great secret hid 19|Behind an uncle's name; 19|And I told how my spirit suffered and glowed 19|From the heart-grief of my love, 19|Till I must return, in my sorrowful mood, 19|Home, and wait the dawn of day, 19|Till a nightingale answered from the wood 19|With the cry of one that loved me. 19|In the morning 19|From home came the old man riding, 19|With his pipe at his lips, and his long white beard. 19|"When the day mounts up, O my sons," he cried, 19|"Lo! there will come to you 19|The light that is to come." 19|Then his ======================================== SAMPLE 24040 ======================================== I see that the whole world is at strife 1382|With some one to whom she is not equal, 1382|She may say "I am no longer in fear," 1382|As the lady who has no place to stay. 1382|So she stands by me, and the truth is clear 1382|Wherein she stands I am in the right. 1382|But she is to be sought: one will be found, 1382|While I stand by her, if perchance she be dear; 1382|For they look on her with a smile of love, 1382|And they feel for her heart of their own. 1382|But of what can her state be compared, 1382|The face on the face and the eyes among eyes? 1382|For I know not, nor can I be told, 1382|The man she is to me, nor her words by me. 1382|But she knows the face that her words have made, 1382|And she says I her face to the world have made. 1382|How can I show myself then to her, 1382|The lady that all men have sought or despised, 1382|Or the one that adored me that she may call? 1382|I am the man she has loved, and the man 1382|Of the world, yet I care not at what cost. 1382|She that loves and is loved, is I. 1382|The lady that is loved and adored, 1382|Is all that she has ever loved or adored. 1382|Who loves and is loved and adored 1382|Sits in the sunshine on our well-wed shore, 1382|And laughs, in her laughing eyes, the sea. 1382|In the laughter of light o'er the sea, 1382|In sunbowed shadow of green wave-slopes, 1382|Where the sea-winds sweep in a sweet rain, 1382|While the sea-birds are singing o'er a grave 1382|That no sea-bird has ever trod. 1382|Ah, happy on sunny and silver tides, 1382|That are borne with happy sails at anchor; 1382|Happy that on the deep the ship 1382|Solely rests that has but one sail: 1382|That is one sail 1382|For all ships; 1382|Happy the brave that are put to the test 1382|By the breath of their oar-blade, when the 1382|Ocean's might, 1382|Bore down on their bows the waves, the rocks 1382|Of their sterns, the hard rocks, that have borne 1382|The storm-winds and the salt winds that have 1382|Made a strength 1382|For the salt. 1382|Happy, for they that were proud, they may 1382|Be the proudest; the tallest in the fleet, they 1382|May swim for life's way in the seas 1382|That have shaken the sea-spray from their faces; 1382|And the sea's deep-mouthed waves 1382|May roll them aloft and laugh them on 1382|For the brides 1382|That have left them all with their dear smiles 1382|Blessing the sea and the land. 1382|Then the lady that all men have loved 1382|May turn as to greet me when I come 1382|With the sea's roar; 1382|As to say: "The sea knows! You are lord 1382|Of the sea's roar," 1382|Saying: "My name is Sainte Donna, lord, 1382|And I have been 1382|In the bridal-train of the sun and moon." 1382|She is sweet to me to hear, and I am glad; 1382|Because it is she that I adore. 1382|The sea is an angel in love and I am he, 1382|And he is the sea-angel of song 1382|Of a secret of sea-waves. 1382|She is sweet to me when a woman is strong, 1382|For strength in her is heaven's sweet breath, 1382|And I am she, a maiden 1382|In love, and I am the spirit of song, 1382|That sings to all the world from the sea. 1382|If I had known the woman, that she stood 1382|Alone with the sea ======================================== SAMPLE 24050 ======================================== 2863|When he's with her, I'll tell you a story, 2863|A strange old story, and yet how true. 2863|I often go to London once a year 2863|For a ball or a dance, and for that time 2863|I see her at the Old Bailey, alone 2863|In her coffin-case, and hear it said 2863|"She was a sweet and kind and true-hearted woman," 2863|But not in her grave's deep chime I hear. 2863|I do not know. I only see 2863|Each day there's a strange sound like the sea 2863|Lifting and falling to her chair 2863|And sitting down, and her face grows pale 2863|And she lifts her glass to the light, 2863|And her hand drops down and her veil slips off. 2863|There was a time to-night 2863|I could remember so, 2863|And, by God, I hope I do, 2863|I can see the little brown moon. 2863|But I want to think the while I sit 2863|That she must have a hat and a feather-bed, 2863|For my thoughts drift to the past 2863|And my thoughts go to yon little room 2863|And the flowers upon the floor. 2863|Now for a breath 2863|And so I shut my eyes for a while - 2863|The door was the best door I know - 2863|And there I will think, while she sits there, 2863|And while she sleeps, and forgets her bed. 2863|And sometimes when I go to bed 2863|I dream that she's walking in a dream, 2863|And I drop a flower or two. 2863|Oh! now I know that she's in a place 2863|All daintily made to-day, 2863|With a little brown chair a-straining 2863|And a little white flower bed. 2863|And my heart is like a little bird 2863|When I'm in bed - 2863|The room is dim with moss and weeds, 2863|And a little wind is saying "Fly." 2863|But I know that she's sitting there 2863|All daintily made to-morrow, 2863|In a little room of my own; 2863|And, perhaps, her soul remembers 2863|And a dream went wandering down a night: 2863|And as it dreams it is the same 2863|With the roses in the bed, 2863|And the starlight in her eyes. 2863|Come to me, come to me, 2863|Ever dear and still, 2863|Whatever I feel 2863|Though you go away, 2863|Come to me, dear heart, 2863|Down the windy hill. 2863|Ever dear and still 2863|Whatever I hear, 2863|You are never far, 2863|You are never here. 2863|Snow, and stars so clear and white, 2863|White in the moonlight, clear 2863|Still at home among the trees 2863|I am yours to-night. 2863|White in the moonlight, clear 2863|I had heard long hours ago 2863|(Out of the east, beyond the foam, 2863|To the very last sea-cave 2863|Where the old grey pinnace lay 2863|Somewhere under the waves.) 2863|But I thought that home was strange, 2863|And that you were far, 2863|And I did not hear you sigh 2863|Somewhere beyond the sea. 2863|You are safe and dear 2863|Even in the snow, 2863|And your song still speaks to me 2863|When the wind is wild and wild, 2863|In the wind of the West, 2863|When the star-light is pale 2863|Where I sit alone, 2863|And the star-light is faint. 2863|You are quiet on my breast 2863|And your breast and me 2863|Are cold and sweet and still, 2863|O soft, cold sea-shell! 2863|Here in my garden, June, 2863|You and I 2863|May talk and listen 2863|(For the rose and the sea-mew 2863 ======================================== SAMPLE 24060 ======================================== 20|Exempted from the lust of flesh, and to be led 20|With milder steps by the Eternal Hand, 20|Was such a vision, if indeed it be 20|An image fraught with dread; for never did 20|Such glorious Purity and Sennaive 20|And spotless Virtue, with celestial lights 20|Around thee cast, inscape the human sense, 20|Thou seemest but a grain of sown unsought sand. 20|Hee, with his flaming sword at full attention, 20|Inquire of the present state of our situation 20|From whence the glimmering sceptre begun 20|To burn so boldly on our doubting faces: 20|For who can deny, though he very heart 20|Gaze on thee, that thou art the same which 20|I have borne all these years in thy dear stead? 20|Our last encounter how so blue and bitter, 20|As that same dagger thrust from the fierce grip 20|Of Hector, in the gates of our affair 20|Of Troy, and the last sword fight, when thou wert slain 20|By thy own brother, O Achilles? Thus 20|Thy guilty act, revenged with bitter tears, 20|Might make us equal be foes, and make thee 20|Crownless Argos chief of all thy foes. 20|So we may find in thy fair image, in deed 20|Created, equal cause of strife. For thou 20|For manhood, wert then, first-born, born of mothers 20|Brethren, and of fathers, and of sons 20|Roved in the herd of God, as far as Jordan, 20|And all the mountain-sides of old renown. 20|So mightiest monarch from his royal seat, 20|By thee exalted to the station thine, 20|Mixed with his mighty realms, and all his realms, 20|Sole in himself, in thee is equal placed. 20|But now, as in the former war, men's hearts, 20|Ripe for subdued warfare, riot now; 20|The children now are conscious of their sires, 20|And in themselves complain, that they have lost 20|The strong hold of absolute rule; and look 20|With wonder on the ruin which they fear 20|In thee, since Hector left the council-room, 20|The hall, the trench, and all the host at large 20|With his large spoil. But thou, Achilles, 20|Lost Hero! thought'st of vengeance, and with joy 20|Drove forth thy fleet for Ilium, and by stealth 20|Hast sacked the high-built citadel, and laid 20|Full low the people's quaking hopes, and bound 20|The streets with walls of war; where, trembling, low 20|Rise pale foreheads, and a sense of woe 20|Cures all lamentations, and the voice 20|Of wailing babes is heard. Still there remains 20|Not vanquished Priam utterly, but lives 20|Names now elected, and with hostile aid 20|Nestles the sixth long-continu'd war, and all 20|The tribes that dwell in Faunus' wide domain. 20|Forth go they now their desolate homes to mourn. 20|Nay, ere yet the sun hath to the mark withdrawn, 20|Or twilight fall, they meet together all 20|To mourn their Priam, and the cities sacked, 20|And all the plunder'd wives and children left 20|Tombed beneath the walls. So, some solstice fairer 20|Shall close the drama, and the tears of all 20|Be hers who mourn her brother, and the dead 20|Died in banishment. So on a certain day, 20|As Venus lifting up her face toward 20|The East, against a Phoenix wing'd with ire, 20|Two handmaids of her grandsire drove her forth 20|To labor on the Laurel-tree, the while 20|She bade her palate tasteless and no-tasting lick 20|The carrion carcass. Now had Jove decreed 20|Some generations hence to experience 20|Expression of kind deeds, and the great dread 20|Of the fierce sons of men: but since the Gods 20|Banishing from Jacob's seed had sprung, the curse 20|Had scaped them. Thus the archer, by his seed, 20|Lest he provoke the Almighty, left ======================================== SAMPLE 24070 ======================================== A lady-smock: 23972|(A lady-smock her husband's the one I'm looking for, 23972|"Oh, I don't understand!") 23972|She'd had a cat, or so she said: 23972|I knew her; and my wife had heard 23972|Of her own cat--of course she hadn't. 23972|(A cat with a pair of owlets she'd had, 23972|But then they'd been very shy things.) 23972|One morning, coming in the tide, 23972|She found it empty as well; 23972|So, finding it a snug hide-away, 23972|She thought 'twas best to lay there. 23972|But, before she could take her ease, 23972|Her own cat came--oh, God! I'm thinking 23972|How 'twas much that she, the cat, should have a seat. 23972|How her old cat would have been annoyed 23972|If some small cat had taken advantage 23972|She, not to entertain the vain dreamer, 23972|Did sit for three hours in the open. 23972|But I was thinking what the cat would have made, 23972|What a sad and unhappy story she'd made. 23972|Now, if the cat-bird's tale was true, 23972|If the cat had not been present when _she_ went-- 23972|(God, what a pleasant thing for cats to say!)-- 23972|She would have been, poor lady, much distressed 23972|If, finding herself alone on such a day. 23972|Then, just think, think now, and think wisely! 23972|What would people think of old cat-Bird? 23972|Would people, all who read, say, "Such a cat!" 23972|While others would look with pleasant surprise 23972|On what we cats do we not understand. 23972|I am sitting one day by myself, 23972|In the shade of a linden grove; 23972|A branch of the tree seems to me 23972|Like a dear friend, and seem to be. 23972|It stands by the wood, and looks out, 23972|While with some words to the lake I seek; 23972|It stands by the lake, and, look! beyond, 23972|It speaks to itself on and on! 23972|Oh, dear me! I think then I see 23972|A beautiful creature appear; 23972|It stands by the lake, and, look! beyond, 23972|It speaks to itself on and on! 23972|I call the lovely creature by,-- 23972|It looks back and says, "Come, come, dear!" 23972|It stands by the lake, and, look! beyond, 23972|It speaks to itself on and on! 23972|I seek her with love and with pain, 23972|I press her to me with clasp and with squeeze, 23972|I pull hair and--then, oh, it speaks,-- 23972|"Oh, come you, dear, dear, dear, dear! 23972|My heart is at home for your sake." 23972|I hold her close by my heart, and my face, 23972|And laugh,--though the words have such a grace, 23972|And my tongue is a-straining them forth, 23972|As if I said, "Now let my hand go, 23972|For my love,--for you, darling, I say; 23972|I would feel you the while, to be near, 23972|"Then I look down on your shining hair, 23972|And my words fall in, and your sweet face 23972|Is in my heart, dear, like an ocean." 23972|Oh, it speaks, speaks it by day and by night, 23972|And it laughs to the sound of, my sigh! 23972|It laughs to the wind,--how I weep! 23972|It says, "If the water be wet, 23972|I'll go under,--so, darling, go in; 23972|Though I'm wet, I'll not quench my light; 23972|But I'll crawl out, if it's dark;-- 23972|And I've a boat, with a wooden plank,-- 23972|I'll row it in, if it's wet, or not." 23972|But the boat ======================================== SAMPLE 24080 ======================================== 5186|Thus the boy he sings himself, 5186|Sings a goodly refrain; 5186|Thus the boy the Northland sings 5186|For its people hardy, 5186|For the warriors young and lusty, 5186|For the men of warrior-kind. 5186|"Come, earth-dwelling hero, 5186|Honest Northland's honest hero, 5186|With thy deeds of kindness 5186|Let the world witness thy worth, 5186|Let the Northland world see thy merit, 5186|That thy deeds are worthy 5186|Of the heroes of thy generation." 5186|Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, 5186|Seats himself upon the violet-tree, 5186|On the sweetest mead he doth contemplate, 5186|Steers his skilful harp in melodious rounds, 5186|Joyous tunes the ever-smiling vale-larks raise. 5186|Now the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Thus addresses Melindaien, 5186|Melindaien of gentle manners. 5186|6|"Ha! Who art thou, and from what home, 5186|From what land, that at my feet dost rise? 5186|From the distant Skellum fields, 5186|From the heaths among the lindens, 5186|Where the merry girls of Kappaerteli 5186|Make an evergreen for ornament, 5186|Sweet-smelling odor diffusoms 5186|From their flowers, am from them bringing, 5186|From the buds of lianas bearing; 5186|Into this mellow violet-violet, 5186|Into this mellow blue-cellar." 5186|This is Wainamoinen's answer: 5186|"I am stranger, yet I come, 5186|In the portal of thy dwelling, 5186|Enter this violet-violet, 5186|Come, and look within its bosom; 5186|This is but a single leaflet, 5186|And its stamens scarcely seen upon it." 5186|This the opening of the portal, 5186|And the hero's hands he drops 5186|On the leaflet, simple-footed, 5186|Hanging on his head of hen-pecked, 5186|Quick disperses it in the air; 5186|Only with leaves does he bring it 5186|To his daughter, maiden, Wainamoinen. 5186|Time had gone but little distance, 5186|Scarce a moment had passed over, 5186|Ere again the wanderer passes 5186|To the violet's leafy bower, 5186|Through the gateway of the forest, 5186|Passing through a tunnel of rock-hewn 5186|Lofty trees, through broadest shade-robes, 5186|Lofty ledges, and through branches, 5186|Stooping to crests of many firs, 5186|Stretches his hands, and dips his fingers 5186|In the cool and crystal waters, 5186|In the crystal coolness of the springs; 5186|Kicks his feet in, and quickly treads 5186|Up the steps of streams and rivers, 5186|To the ocean-shore, whose azure waters 5186|Reach his welling, gravel-lined river. 5186|There Ahti finds the Hivilician 5186|River in great abundance, 5186|Rivers that flow with gentle currents, 5186|That without stay are swift and easy. 5186|Strong, too, are mighty rivers, 5186|When their magic currents onward 5186|Force themselves on to the land-ward, 5186|Into Lake Superior's kingdom; 5186|Nor endure longer to be silent, 5186|Still are heard the shouts of triumph, 5186|Still victorious heroes sing, 5186|Chanting their names upon the heather, 5186|Lake and forest, forest and ocean. 5186|As they journey along the margin, 5186|River and land together flow, 5186|Racing side by side as brother 5186|River and ocean together, 5186|Falling in geniality along; 5186|While the waters, heavy-footed, 5186|Paddle farther southward along, 5186|Weary are ======================================== SAMPLE 24090 ======================================== I thought the earth were good; 2619|To me it was a sin, 2619|And I thought the sea a beast; 2619|I saw the birds afloat, 2619|Wherever I went; 2619|And every one a squalling brute, 2619|And every tree a weed, 2619|And every field a dead-fish's cage, 2619|And every field a corpse's mound. 2619|I thought each beast would be 2619|A God, and have no right 2619|To chain my bleeding feet, 2619|And from each flower a meat-red corpse 2619|Would trickle and run, 2619|As from the mow of hay my cloak will trickle, 2619|When I go to Salem Town. 2619|I thought each creature sane 2619|Would look upon God in vain, 2619|And that no creature would have mind 2619|To walk in pride of mind. 2619|I thought each thing, to God, 2619|Should look upon God in this: 2619|All grass, and stone and blood, 2619|To show me how they died, 2619|How soon to Hell they ran, 2619|And whether Hell should burn. 2619|I saw a little cloud came flying, 2619|So pale it made my white face red, 2619|But yet that little cloud had a sword 2619|About its neck, so soft the hair 2619|Struck outwards, even to the hilt; 2619|And that was very sad to see. 2619|I heard a little bell, 2619|So full of sadness, faint of chime, 2619|It seemed to chime with the dull hours' rhyme, 2619|But then it had a great sweet sound, 2619|'Twas all in all, I saw it well. 2619|A little bird went shrieking 2619|Out of the dawning's crimson-dyed, 2619|Faint and sweet, and faint and sweetly, 2619|But I caught it in my hand, 2619|And carried it back to my breast 2619|Where it dreamed of lovely things, 2619|And it dreamed of lovely things. 2619|The little bird will follow me soon, 2619|I shall bring him back to my breast, 2619|And I shall go back to the dawning, 2619|And wake at last to an empty nest. 2619|I heard a little child 2619|Singing close by, 2619|Who was not very old, 2619|And in his voice I caught 2619|A sweet memory. 2619|For in his hands 2619|The little children had 2619|Light toys for showing; 2619|And he sang--and they 2619|Heard it among them; 2619|It seemed not very far 2619|From where he came from; 2619|And in her mind she too 2619|Stood where he sang. 2619|But, ah, how soon 2619|The shadows of night come 2619|Over the meadow; 2619|And night will light soon 2619|The eyes of the child. 2619|The little child has gone 2619|Far from here, 2619|Where his spirit might dwell 2619|In peace and love! 2619|And I look round me 2619|And see in vain 2619|The tiny toys he had, 2619|The little books. 2619|His little eyes were closed, 2619|They seemed to sleep; 2619|They seem to rest at rest 2619|On the pretty page. 2619|He did not close them, 2619|But let them fall, 2619|Like blossoms of May, 2619|On the cold page. 2619|And it was not long 2619|Ere the morning light 2619|Came peeping through 2619|Those dim doors:--one glance 2619|Told that he came, 2619|As the morning first 2619|Told the one far land. 2619|He did not stay to gaze 2619|Into those eyes 2619|Where the little stars peep, 2619|Gazing down in tears. 2619|But soon, with music loud, 2619|Came up that ancient hall, 2619| ======================================== SAMPLE 24100 ======================================== 23665|And there with me, I know, are many a dainty creature 23665|That waits its owner in the dimness of the night. 23665|"_O that I loved him, and he loved me!_" 23665|Then, a moment on the wind, we glide in silence, 23665|And the gentle wind, that in the greenest meadows 23665|Pour their rich plenteous flow forth for all to see, 23665|And make love to my dear Lady, I shall do so, 23665|And kiss the sweet lips that are so deified. 23665|I've known the day, and seen the sunset glow, 23665|And saw the moonlight glow, and knew the hour, 23665|But never before, when I were lonely, 23665|I saw myself such a dear beauty here; 23665|To gaze upon the gentle air, and hear 23665|The sweet wind sweeping o'er the lawns and plants 23665|And stirring, and the light-hushed flowers 23665|Blowing their shadows in the dews and rills; 23665|To look, upon its height, with half in heart, 23665|To seek the shelter of this mansion true, 23665|Where light is lovely, beauty is exceeding, 23665|And all that's fair is not less fair than this. 23665|The long old wall, with dome so huge and vast, 23665|Stands proud beside the winding green valleys, 23665|Where all who look, are met by memories 23665|Of early days,--and life is full and warm, 23665|And every lovely object that is new 23665|Is loved with like affection like and mails 23665|Its sweet effusions to the neighboring hills. 23665|The bowers and gardens are a sight to see,-- 23665|The lilies nodding o'er the mossy stream,-- 23665|The silvery flowers, and daintily piled 23665|On some high hill, or 'neath the mossy tree;-- 23665|And all the scenes with which life's charms have kissed 23665|The mind, with such delightful associations;-- 23665|And all the things around, though far apart, 23665|Make one remembrance, each without alloy. 23665|But thou, whose beauty, all-dazzling, burns 23665|As though it had a thousand wonders built, 23665|Thy home is where the sunshine was not;-- 23665|For then no joy could come to thee, but grieve;-- 23665|And yet thou hast a charm, to make us smile, 23665|That makes us look upon thy mansion bright. 23665|Thy garden, green and fair, is in the shade, 23665|The brook among the wild-rose trees;-- 23665|Its verdant meads, and fragrant air, 23665|The balsam of the fragrant grass, 23665|Where, in his crown of purple, young 23665|And happy, laughing, laughing Bertie stands 23665|Laughing and clattering as he grows; 23665|And all that I have shown him, and made him so, 23665|He thinks, and he is very happy too. 23665|Thy garden, 'tis a bright and golden place! 23665|The flowers, by thy kind guidance and direction, 23665|Scent for him are breathed; and when he roams 23665|Upon its boundless grassy slope, the rose 23665|In blooming beauty floats along the dell, 23665|And glitters on his golden head. 23665|Thy garden, bright with many a gem of flower! 23665|The flowers, in many a bloom, are drest. 23665|The grasshopper in his silent time 23665|Stops at the sound of a soft laugh; and there, 23665|The robin, watching his mate, is bent 23665|To feel the sunbeam upon his cheek; 23665|And in the fern, the linnet hies. 23665|And in thy garden, dear, there blows a flower 23665|That seems as though it had a charm for me,-- 23665|For, in another place, 'twas there I lost 23665|Thy shadow on the sunny rock. There lies 23665|A dainty fern upon its tender stems, 23665|And in love's song ======================================== SAMPLE 24110 ======================================== 1008|As he was gazing on the mighty deep; 1008|Nor were his words slow wavered: "Blessed are they 1008|That lack the boots which God with bodily Sin 1008|Ceases to wear!" The blessed souls were seen 1008|Movement leaped, and every leaf seemed mov'd 1008|With life, as if with quiring spirits move. 1008|Like to the little people, that are moov'n 1008|About a harbour, from beneath a hill 1008|Stood each in life and death inwoven 1008|In a wonderful web. Two of them 1008|Set forth to sea; the one's did kneel at sea, 1008|The other at the shore to bear to land 1008|His fleece of flax. His brethren's does so stand, 1008|Striving to reach the friendly shore of rest, 1008|Which love so dearly. Thus one folk is mov'd 1008|To sorrow, and the other to toil, the last 1008|Exiting peace. Thus is one spirit indiveu'd, 1008|Of others various in its people, thus 1008|To suffer and be tormented for a lie. 1008|Next came, who at the brim was depress'd with bile, 1008|Remembrance parting making his pain go fast. 1008|Such as giveth to beast its stomach bound, 1008|When fear of unknown thing jolits him in sleep, 1008|He, at the sight of which grating is as pain 1008|As acid, at the lie-vetiver's lie so sad: 1008|Veil'd in a sudden flame he burns, and cries, 1008|As one who breaks loose from prison, and willed 1008|Forth with much love. "Tell me, Sin, why thus 1008|Thou hast rais'd this fire in thee?" Thus exclaim'd 1008|The infernal cowl: "No longer can I feel 1008|Thy chilly power." Yet another cried: "O Power 1008|Negative, why ineffable! Who made thee 1008|Of fumes the first author, and thy name 1008|Justice, that to man Charlie justly bore 1008|All honorary title, and mid air 1008|High-thron'd him o'er cherishing his own good, 1008|While he the mass multiplied afflors, 1008|And lauding blesse for all the blessed joys 1008|Of the world, and godliness of all th'kind? 1008|The bounds of evil thou seest in me set forth, 1008|To please thee I will leave far distant at least, 1008|And with generous measure shalt thou see 1008|My language. If,'d read my words, thou esteem'st 1008|My words import unclean, pardon me, 1008|I will transfer that thought to the thought of all, 1008|That they approve, and I am one in need. 1008|Hence without loss should else have long ascend'd, 1008|So many spirits came, rejoicing in the deed, 1008|That to such heav'n as they the canopy 1008|Expended high, was crowded not with them. 1008|Not slow of heart or limb was he of these, 1008|But on his right thigh sat, with feet stretching wide, 1008|His luminous left shoulder towards the right, 1008|Such as a man when with open mouth he greets 1008|The Libyan nights, when coy nights skim the Deep, 1008|And greeteth first the moon. Of whom thou seest 1008|So full and obvious in my counting, 1008|That from his left shoulder dropping, I gave 1008|Thus much of me: "O Mata, great in glory, 1008|If e'er thou deign'dst on ground that I might win 1008|A glimpse of thee, precious to my sight, give me 1008|Oration in cheer of hand or on the right 1008|Directed, if thy Grace let it drop to me." 1008|MOSES thus: "Son, thou shouldst obey a man 1008|Vex not thy patience: for thy brethren dear 1008|Would laugh at thee because of speech like thine. 1008|Many a wishful look of hope they ======================================== SAMPLE 24120 ======================================== 1746|Sits the dead, as the dead did the dead. 1746|Whence the tale he told, 1746|And what the cause which held him near 1746|To that which took a half-party 1746|Of those whom he was hunting to kill: 1746|'Twas a night so pale 1746|In a dim and fearful moon, 1746|His friends at rest 1746|In the old grey church at Ballymena, 1746|And the old grey town of Connaught; 1746|And his comrades, in that hour, 1746|Was a man without a name; 1746|Or his life had any end, 1746|So they put him to the test, 1746|In the dreadful dark of midnight, 1746|For they'd hide no more lies that night 1746|In the darkest Irish night. 1746|But, all night long, 1746|In the darkness of a midnight, 1746|They'd call and call him in a dream, 1746|At their homes and lodgings by the glen, 1746|In their darkest Irish night. 1746|With a voice that was wild and loud, 1746|With a shoulder black with pain, 1746|In a fearful hour of night, 1746|He would hide from his fellows 1746|In that darksome, dark, and lonely sea 1746|Where the bones of his companions sleep, 1746|Like old dead men of Ulster. 1746|He was black and blacker still, 1746|As the shadow of the moon, 1746|For his friends were in a dream 1746|When they saw not where he lay. 1746|They'd come to his bedside, 1746|From the dawn of day, on the shore, 1746|On a shroud of foam, 1746|In that dark and fearful night 1746|Where he lay in sleep, 1746|And their arms were round him, a crowd, 1746|In that dark and fearful night; 1746|And his spirit, in anguish, 1746|From its hour of death, 1746|In the darkness of the night, 1746|With a breath of sadness ran, 1746|In his sorrowful hour of death, 1746|To the dark of the grave by Ulster, 1746|In the darkness of the night. 1746|"Who and what is she 1746|That falls at your feet, 1746|Sister dear, my sweetest dear, 1746|Nought less I can say, 1746|Than rest you there at last, 1746|I kiss you on the eyes; 1746|I kiss your cheek to-night, 1746|Till your life shall pass away, 1746|The light shall fade from your eyes, 1746|The night come on you then, 1746|The night fall softly o'er you; 1746|And never, never, come back. 1746|Nought could I do, 1746|Since you were away, 1746|In that dark and fearful night. 1746|Sleep is a gift from Heaven to all 1746|Who have slept in sleep's dark dominions; 1746|But the night is sweeter for the tears 1746|That wept for ever as the sleep 1746|Wherewith we cried and cursed and swore. 1746|Oh for the day when the earth was fair, 1746|And the sea was silent and the skies, 1746|And our hearts as well as our hands 1746|Wrought pleasant tasks the night to bind; 1746|Wrought tasks for man and maid and child 1746|To earn from the sweet night's yielding. 1746|Oh for the day when the earth was bright, 1746|And the sea was silent and the skies, 1746|When the blue and white of the night fell fair, 1746|And heaven opened and beckoned us, 1746|And we climbed up where the blue and white 1746|Rained upon the waters of the sea 1746|The flowers that the wind hath brought us, 1746|And the dews of the holy river 1746|Poured like a golden shower on our brows, 1746|And all our hearts were glad. 1746|But the night is sweeter for the words that tell 1746|Of the night we have watched, the days that were, ======================================== SAMPLE 24130 ======================================== 1728|now, that when they came to the town and the ships thereon they had 1728|sailors to bring tidings of Odysseus to the city." 1728|'So spake she, and anon we gathered together and departed to the 1728|seas in the boats, and all the craft that wove gold, and 1728|sails, and all the craft of woven gold. Now when we came to 1728|the river of the people, we took the road that lay to the 1728|northwest, and we followed the river a little way off from the 1728|town, while I went forward to search out the chief men, 1728|the artificers. Here they were, the nymphs, the nymphs of 1728|beauty, and they lifted up hands in praise to the gods; 1728|and these all were men of great renown, of noble birth. But 1728|as we wove the gold and wove the amorous tale of Odysseus, and 1728|the 1728|flesh-groves of the wooers as he wandered by, the women and the 1728|folk came to the wooers and spake among them in this wise: 1728|'"Do ye, mighty men, that so soon as perchance ye see us, 1728|go to our mother Priam, and tell her of this, that the 1728|slee may not hide her feet. Nay, we abide in fear of the 1728|god, though we are very dear friends, for all men give ear 1728|to his word. Lo, all of us are of his worshippers, and at 1728|this we are at his knees. But now come, let us all get together 1728|and bring our tents along, and we will go again to the town. 1728|For as yet we need not a long time to come to the ships, till 1728|upon the borders of the river some men, men of our tribe, are 1728|sailing away, and with them come other and more strong men. 1728|Wherefore ye all of you get yourselves all constructed right 1728|forward, and lay ropes, and line the ships and row them 1728|off towards the city. And I pray you, if you have beheld the 1728|woe that now shall befall the Achaeans--for we will be cut to 1728|pieces in the hand of Hades, who is a friend of men, and 1728|hath sent many a one to trouble the sons of men, even the 1728|hasten to the ships and let the sails fall, and let the 1728|machines bear off the bark; and let the women in the hold 1728|get supper, and give them in the good ship meal, and clothe 1728|them in clean raiment, and set spices in a bower against their 1728|earth-dwelling bellies. Nay sit ye down, sit by the fire, and 1728|make merry, and come hither when ye will, for this 1728|day ye come to celebrate feasting both freely and unharvested 1728|and by no plaints of yourselves. But now the night hath 1728|come, for lo, the very eve of all has come on us.' 1728|Therewith the thralls sat by the fire, and spake among them: 1728|'"Who hath done this, godlike Odysseus, that by the river 1728|there so soon as perchance ye see him, his own people bring 1728|away the wooers and come to the city? Now there is no man 1728|ever that is not eager to come hither, a god or mortal, to 1728|abide with the wooers in their feast, and a godless people is 1728|we. 1728|'Now, however this may be, what man may it profit that the 1728|wooers all of them are all from these that we now behold 1728|on the near way? Yet these too are hard and haughty to be 1728|bore upon a people, so long as we deem that any man of 1728|hereafter shall bear us a son into your realm, or bring us 1728|our goods to a foreign country, or a daughter child, or a 1728|merry lad to carry up a household." 1728|'So they spake, and the wooers all were sore ======================================== SAMPLE 24140 ======================================== 1030|And a furlong hence to the town. 1030|It is the time for the country people, 1030|Who are much in debt, and a great throng 1030|Of bankrupts to travel to town; 1030|And the merchants, who will not trust their pence, 1030|To do much business there, or to take part, 1030|For they think that if they did, it would lose 1030|Their shilling and their pence. 1030|So the Queen and her train, 1030|To the Queen and her train, 1030|Come forth, and their money they're well dight, 1030|And the citizens stand in a fright, 1030|And the people wonder; 1030|If ever there was, what can be, 1030|Or can be worse, than a poor man's song 1030|To a poor man's price, 1030|And the people tell withal what they can, 1030|But the King and his ministers tell 1030|No such thing! 1030|We see by their looks, as they look at things, 1030|That it is such ill luck, so ill luck, 1030|With the poor and the rich, 1030|That no man likes their way of doing things, 1030|For they take it as ill luck. 1030|But 'tis a different thing 1030|That they do well, for 'tis a very evil 1030|To make a poor man's lot. 1030|Who ever heard of a rich man's son 1030|Who came to fatherland, with an empty purse? 1030|But they think it a great thing for the State 1030|To throw money about, 1030|And the poor and the rich, as they sit in the town, 1030|As they sit in the town, 1030|To spend their money in this folly, 1030|In this folly, 1030|With no sense of God's displeasure, 1030|In no sense of His care! 1030|We'll all be beggars now, 1030|And all pay out of our own pockets; 1030|For the poor man's got no title yet 1030|In the state of being poor. 1030|But when the Church is gone, 1030|Then will come the rich man in, 1030|To take away our gold, 1030|That our children may have nothing to eat 1030|But straw, 1030|And babies to suck on straw: 1030|And so poor children we will have, 1030|For the poor children's good. 1030|And we'll have a war and a battle, my lord, 1030|And we'll see what we can get of gain; 1030|In so doing, we'll see what we can get 1030|Of money, my lord. 1030|So there with the money we have got, 1030|We shall live like poor children still; 1030|But it will be the poor people's ruin 1030|To fight and kill like them. 1030|God send me good thoughts to fix my mind, 1030|And let me do nothing for the woe of it all, 1030|And that is a clear conscience. 1030|O, he that is wise let him keep his head, 1030|And be like a man, but let him have the mind, 1030|And he shall be all of it. 1030|A man is most wise when he is most like in mind. 1030|Let no man go in once and say, 1030|"O, I see that well you know it, 1030|And I will make some arrangements 1030|For your entertainment." 1030|Go in when you are of age, 1030|And if you do it, I'll say, 1030|"Good humour and good company 1030|You must have in abundance." 1030|For in the old days, when our fathers did it, 1030|When our forefathers went to the church, 1030|And many a one did it. 1030|For many like to have it. 1030|But I tell you, my lord King Henry, 1030|And that and every one 1030|For God's love let the Church keep its vows 1030|And the mind keep its peace, 1030|A good wife let her children be, 1030|And ======================================== SAMPLE 24150 ======================================== 1246|I have seen men in the streets 1246|Who walked in the silence 1246|For the silence to teach them. 1246|I have seen men who went from a far town 1246|And stood in the stillness 1246|To smell the cool, thin mist, 1246|To hear, through the clamor and hurry, 1246|The rushing of waters. 1246|What do I care if the gods make them blind,-- 1246|What do I care if they drown themselves in their sleep 1246|And go wandering in dreams-- 1246|What do I care if mine eyes grow dim and blind 1246|And I must dream of the dead. 1246|But I have learned that the gods have a will 1246|That makes a man think twice before he speaks, 1246|And when you are a little child, 1246|Before the quiet stars rise. 1246|I have learned that the gods have a will, 1246|That makes a man tremble in the darkness 1246|That surrounds him so often. 1246|And when you are a little young man, 1246|And you could hear the stars, 1246|The soft stars that wink under your eyelids, 1246|You might find the dark ones 1246|The quiet ones, that keep themselves in the dark 1246|For the sake of your beauty. 1246|I have learned that the gods have a will, 1246|That makes a man tremble, and that is why 1246|The stars are the silent, and the night is the will, 1246|I have learned that the gods have a will, 1246|That keeps the dark things hidden 1246|From the little cries of the little cries of little birds-- 1246|I have learned what the stars mean for us. 1246|I have seen men in the dark, 1246|I have seen men who loved and feared and missed, 1246|I have seen men who had and who had not, 1246|I have seen men who lived and lived not, 1246|I have seen men who died and died not. 1246|The stars are the darkness, and the night is the light, 1246|And that is why the stars are silent, 1246|That is why the night is silent. 1246|This is the song my heart began singing 1246|Beside the night that kissed my soul's fragrance, 1246|When I was a lark in a flower-bed, 1246|And the night a nightingale . . . Sing! 1246|If you wish to be happy, just sing! 1246|Do you think it possible, I wonder, 1246|To be a star and a man in one? 1246|Do you think if I had been born so high, 1246|The sun, the stars, I may not have been? 1246|Or to the stars, a man, a poet,--I wonder-- 1246|Do you think it's possible to die? 1246|Do stars die? Sing! Do they sleep? 1246|Dreams dream? Do they sleep and smile? 1246|Can dreams kiss, and sleep, and smile? 1246|Dreams kiss and smile and dream? 1246|Oh, here I found a flower, 1246|A rose, a bud, a berry,-- 1246|Where did you find it? 1246|It was not mine, it was not there 1246|For it to bear, but to cherish; 1246|For the rose to have a place, 1246|And for the berry, to be purple. 1246|There is a tree, a tree, 1246|A tree of royal fruit, 1246|But my foolish heart is gone; 1246|For the fruit is not royal. 1246|And the nightingale! Sing! 1246|It was not there! It will never lie; 1246|It will not be my branch to bring; 1246|For the berry the fruit should be purple. 1246|Here I stand, and here I sit, and now 1246|My heart is all too lonely to sing. 1246|And oh, I long to take the stairs 1246|And climb the ladder and to see, 1246|In the daylight, the house again! 1246|A friend and I have dreamed a dream, 1246|And now it ======================================== SAMPLE 24160 ======================================== 5184|Then the lovely maiden, Kullervo, 5184|Gave consent that this poor infant 5184|Should be led to his father; 5184|Thus the infant grew to be 5184|The pride of the household-- 5184|Thus it was Kullervo's mother, 5184|Father of the baby, 5184|Whom the people called the Slain, 5184|From the spot, from the massacre 5184|At the very execution 5184|Of the brother of Tuoni. 5184|Thus the child was named from 5184|The grave of his father, 5184|And the happy mother 5184|Young from death, brought forth in 5184|Benches, as the saying 5184|Came to them from the mother 5184|In an evil hour and morn. 5184|Never had the mother 5184|Of the baby, Kullervo, 5184|Suffered any injury 5184|From the coldness of the weather, 5184|Never sustained illness 5184|From the hunger of the mother. 5184|In a day of summer 5184|By the side of Mana's river, 5184|In her wigwam, roomy-dazeled, 5184|Sang the aged witch, Kullervo, 5184|As she yawned and waked her daughter, 5184|As she turned her from the doorway, 5184|Hissing through her teeth, a yawning 5184|In the manner that she had learned 5184|In her early boyhood, as she 5184|In her sleep did yawn and waken. 5184|Loose and white the fire was gleaming 5184|From the doorway into the dwelling; 5184|Then the daughter of the nation, 5184|Of the dangerous Wainola, 5184|Quickly covered it with crimson, 5184|Quickly bound it with thongs of deer-skin. 5184|Thus the wedlock of the child granted, 5184|Thus the happy child was linked with her. 5184|As the father's love for vigor 5184|Tiered soon the daughter's collar, 5184|She became a sportsman anxious, 5184|She a hunter of the forest, 5184|In the wastes of backward casting, 5184|Asking where her brother lay imprisoned. 5184|Northland's children had been searching, 5184|There to find her brother missing, 5184|Since the Northland loon had wandered 5184|From his sandy shore in Tuoni, 5184|From the dismal Wawbeekidan, 5184|From the fen-lands of the mysterious "City 5184|Of Wabashuts." 5184|Every birch was being cut in three, 5184|Every pine in pieces lying, 5184|And the victims serving Love and Vice-spirit. 5184|Northland's children thus were led 5184|To the youth, an unknown man-servant, 5184|Service girt in mortal cuffs and iron; 5184|And the youth these measures sang them: 5184|"I have been in Wabashuts', O palings, 5184|In the bodies of the Witches, serving, 5184|Working at the Drums and Beams, 5184|As a youthful servant, shining, serving; 5184|Now am I in the bodies of the living, 5184|On this day in the bodies of the dead." 5184|Quick the stranger turned him to them, 5184|These the words of Kullerwoinen: 5184|"Lo! I am the youth that thou desiredst, 5184|I, the palings of the Bears, serving. 5184|I will drive to Tuoni's empire 5184|This young babe to his mother, 5184|Thus the dying wife to send me, 5184|Send a fair young maiden to me, 5184|Servant to my trusted courser." 5184|Kullerwoinen hastens northward, 5184|Drives the limpid Drums and heavy-breathes, 5184|Drives the racing steed to Pohyola; 5184|There the timid hare he finds accompanying, 5184|Hidden in the reed-beds and fens of Lapland, 5184|As a gallant courser passes through Pohyola. ======================================== SAMPLE 24170 ======================================== 37649|So that his limbs would never weary 37649|By being here entranced and rapt. 37649|I would fain be where thou art, Love, 37649|And be as still for as long as I can, 37649|And so be near to thee, Love, but only 37649|As the leaves that on a fallow 37649|Suck the dew in early morning; 37649|Or as the winds that upstart and blow 37649|When the dark-browed eve returns. 37649|I would be with my Love, my Love, 37649|And know thee, and be nearer to thee 37649|Than the wind that upstart and blows 37649|When the dark-browed eve returns. 37649|My little dears! the sun on thee 37649|Comes late; his rising has not then 37649|Told thee the way his course hath run 37649|Onwards from the setting sun. 37649|Now, as for thee, if the light, being tinged 37649|With iridescent hues by Heaven's hand, 37649|So oft as it is rising show 37649|Upon thee, that my heart doth dream 37649|That thou art risen. I would not be 37649|A creature of a day, a year, 37649|Or a short month's space. For when I pray 37649|I still think on the long-past time, 37649|And all that makes life long to me 37649|Is past, or cometh later death, 37649|Or cometh long ago. So, dears, 37649|I love a life that doth not end 37649|Ere the new sun hath waked the world. 37649|I would not love thee because I say: 37649|'Be here!' or 'Be here!' because by chance 37649|I see thee not, or, 'Be far hence,' 37649|Or 'Be far away!' For if thou 37649|Couldst be yon where, with all, I may not see thee, 37649|I love thee more. I love thee for thy looks, 37649|And for the tints of bright enchantment 37649|That, with a thousand splendours, deck thee. 37649|I love thee for thy thoughts, and for thy looks, 37649|And for the beauty of thy cheeks and hair, 37649|And for thy long-sleeved blue garment. 37649|I love thee for thy arms, and for the lines 37649|Of a fair hand and slender; and for a 37649|Hand that is as soft as a maiden's,-- 37649|Or like a moonbeam on the wold-side, 37649|Catching the shadows by the rill. 37649|I love thee for thy voice; for thy voice 37649|Is the sound, the symbol of thy will, 37649|And the symbol of my love, my love, 37649|That all of life hath made. 37649|For there is no being but there is Love, 37649|And whoso loveth his fellow-man 37649|Maketh of himself a part of Him,-- 37649|Mine own. My love for thee hath grown 37649|Possessive in my spirit, and the more 37649|Because it comes a little wafted 37649|Athwart the airs of Life. 37649|I love thee for thy speech; for thy voice 37649|Dissolves the old hatred of thy looks 37649|That I have borne before. I love thee not 37649|As thou, thou weakling; but I love thee 37649|For thy sweet sense of Beauty,--thine eyes, 37649|Thou fair one! Thou art my light, my sun, 37649|My earth, my very heaven! My thought 37649|And word divine, but not my art. 37649|For, since thou art not, and I have seen 37649|What love hath wrought in every form-- 37649|I know not what, to thee alone-- 37649|But I should love thee still, and be 37649|A heart-beat for thy beauty's sake, 37649|Should love abide in thee. 37649|The love, the love, the heart-love of the stars, 37649|That never is a joy, but when it dies; 37649|The love, the heart-love of ======================================== SAMPLE 24180 ======================================== 4369|The old white house still stands. 4369|It is the dawn 4369|When the trees 4369|Shut their eyes 4369|In a twilight dream. 4369|I saw it first 4369|In the blue 4369|That was the sea's 4369|White 4369|Eternal light. 4369|When the wind 4369|Is in the 4369|Forest 4369|And the 4369|Sorrowing leaves sigh. 4369|In the 4369|Moody dusk 4369|Of the 4369|Silent wood 4369|I can hear the 4369|Catches crooning! 4369|And the 4369|Rustling branches. 4369|In the 4369|Moody hours 4369|Of my 4369|Lingering 4369|Life 4369|I can see it clearly. 4369|In the 4369|Moody hours 4369|Of the 4369|Languid moon 4369|I can see. 4369|Somewhere the 4369|Loss of the 4369|Ever-springing 4369|Seeds 4369|Of a dream. 4369|And the 4369|Loss of the 4369|Daughters 4369|And of the 4369|Fancies 4369|Of a day. 4369|And the 4369|Languid moon 4369|Of the 4369|Hear the echo 4369|Of the 4369|Cautious horns. 4369|And the 4369|Languid moon 4369|Of the 4369|Throngs 4369|Of little feet. 4369|O, the night, 4369|And the night air, 4369|Like a great white dove 4369|From a white white cross, 4369|Is carried upward 4369|Like a dream, 4369|Into a land 4369|And the long green twilight 4369|Falls into the sea. 4369|And the children 4369|Of the wind, 4369|And the mothers, 4369|And the children, 4369|And the wind in them, 4369|Hear and see again. 4369|A little girl and a little boy, 4369|Singing together. 4369|The stars are beginning to move, 4369|And the birds are beginning to sing, 4369|A little girl and a little boy, 4369|One after one, 4369|And they are singing to the sea-- 4369|To a little star, a little tide, 4369|The white stars floating by, 4369|And ever and anon 4369|A bright white light, a little white light 4369|A little girl and a little boy, 4369|One after one, 4369|Sing merrily 4369|To a white light, 4369|Sing merrily, 4369|White, white, white floating by. 4369|The little stars sink and sink, 4369|They sail in the air: 4369|The little stars are born in the air 4369|To keep time with the clock. 4369|They're born to say to the little clock 4369|The time for their song, 4369|The time for their rhyme 4369|In the time of the sun. 4369|They float in the air 4369|To sing more songs 4369|As long as the sun is shining, 4369|To sing a whole day long. 4369|To look at the sky 4369|With golden eyes: 4369|I wonder why it's called Sky, I wonder why it is, 4369|It's bright and bright in the middle of the sky 4369|And I can't find anything there 4369|So beautiful, so fair. 4369|It's made of clouds of the sunshine and rain: there is no place so gay 4369|Where God's lovely children are. 4369|But all the time they're hiding, 4369|And only they know where it goes, 4369|You can hear it singing, 4369|I wonder why it's called Sky. 4369|But I can only see 4369|In the sky, like you, 4369|The water that is flowing, 4369 ======================================== SAMPLE 24190 ======================================== 1279|On each _Cork_'s a hill, 1279|And that's hard _Cork_ to get. 1279|I was told that onc't there's none 1279|At all, you know, but _cork_, 1279|That's a thing 'at's scarce a thing to spare, 1279|But of course it's a lie. 1279|And my brother's father says 1279|That his father was hanged, 1279|And I was a silly boy 1279|That day on Sunday day! 1279|The Queen said, that she always finds 1279|Some excuse to be glad, 1279|Some pretext the wisest to approve, 1279|And to be pleased. 1279|Oh, the silly old Queen, 1279|She sits upon our throne 1279|And sucks the crown from our hand, 1279|And we as royal puppets play, 1279|And suck her puppets too. 1279|But why has she the rash 1279|And awful chance to die? 1279|What aileth poor Spare-winkle 1279|And why should poor Spare-winkle die? 1279|For the Queen, as we are told, 1279|By right of her royal state, 1279|Asserts her royal sovereignty,-- 1279|I grant it is right. 1279|It was a royal, and the Queen 1279|Asserted her royal reign 1279|While the great hussy puppets flew, 1279|To make the puppets fly. 1279|But in vain the Queen implored 1279|The brave young soldier John 1279|To save poor Spare-winkle from a fall, 1279|The puppets all did fly. 1279|What ails poor Spare-winkle, 1279|So frail, and so frail-like? 1279|Poor Spare-winkle, so frail, be still! 1279|Poor Spare-winkle, be still. 1279|Auld Reg'lar Jamie's nappy at the fire last week, 1279|Auld Reg'lar Jamie's sleep dee-diddy at the door this week, 1279|But Willie's in a pettish rage, 'for he hates the cold,' 1279|I'm sure he'll be warm before the great fire-light glints on. 1279|For a hussy's sure to be near 'most anything a bit. 1279|Heaven preserve us all, that Charlie may never be well repaid! 1279|If we had not my purse and my pelf, 1279|Thou'd'st still have a right to laugh; 1279|Thou hast a talent for telling jokes, 1279|But the wisest will agree 1279|The wit and sense I have, thou canst not, 1279|I've a heart full of love for th' joke. 1279|As for my health, I must confess that I 1279|Have very much to mend; 1279|My health is improving week by week, 1279|As thy toils increase. 1279|My wounds are ever bleeding, 1279|Oh, the dead they slander best: 1279|The grave's most convenient place is mickle 1279|(In this world) for fools to slander. 1279|And they slander so; but I am no 1279|Thick-headed prophet, nor do 1279|Thou know'st what I am, to thee, 1279|A lame man and a blind man praying, 1279|A wench and a fool in waiting 1279|To find their graves in, each his last, 1279|Each praying that heaven take them, 1279|And the stones at last peeping out 1279|From their last slumbers, will they dare 1279|To peep (their graves!) above them? No! 1279|Not one, is he, to say I 1279|Whose curse (myself) is hanging low 1279|On yon grave's everlasting mound. 1279|And he must, for such a sure offence, 1279|Have an everlasting prison: 1279|Myself to-morrow shall be locked, 1279|(And it's my fault thou hast forgot) 1279|In that most convenient hole 1279|Of which thou hast forgot. 1279|And this I can ======================================== SAMPLE 24200 ======================================== 13650|And I don't find it a very long time 13650|Before a very large birdie goes by, 13650|And sings to himself before I shall catch him. 13650|It's a daintily-cooked meal, 13650|And very good--except 13650|When they've eaten their fill. 13650|They don't know what they're about. 13650|They've never seen a cow. 13650|They have no notion how to drive. 13650|They're fond of any kind of drink, 13650|And much prefer the kind that's good 13650|Till it is strong enough to drive. 13650|They know no "up" nor "down"; 13650|They never have or can apply a rule 13650|To a small object, and in this they excel. 13650|But they are so badly trained 13650|In all sorts of tricks of rule and art, 13650|And habit so hard and fixed 13650|In one direction that you'd think they'd lost their art, 13650|That it's almost impossible for me 13650|To put my hand upon them and to say: 13650|"Cherries, or plums, or jam." 13650|And if I do, I never tell a lie. 13650|I would not, dare not, if I could, 13650|Linger long enough and wait and see 13650|My hand were raised to touch. 13650|You have a way of making my days a journey; 13650|By which, if I had my choice, 13650|I know I'd choose to go back--but all day long 13650|I'm going back, still being full of pain! 13650|Why do you go marching away from home? 13650|Why do you go marching with your head held high? 13650|Why do you march to conquer the world, when you can only spoil it? 13650|Why do you march if you must, and not to be pleased? 13650|Why do you march and not return home? 13650|Why do you march to conquer the world? 13650|Why do you march from step to step? 13650|Why do you fight and not surrender at day's end? 13650|Why do you fight and not surrender by the whole? 13650|Why do you fight and not surrender by the whole? 13650|Why do you march that I should not be there when you're marching 13650|past me? 13650|Why do you march when I am not at home when you are home? 13650|why? 13650|Why do you march and not conquer the world? 13650|Why do you march for me? 13650|Why do you march out of breath? 13650|Why do you march, and not for love? 13650|Why do you march, if you can, 13650|And not return home when you are home? 13650|Why does it seem to me I am not alone--why does it seem 13650|I do not follow you, and follow with my feet the ground 13650|That you are marching out of breath? 13650|Why are you marching out of breath? 13650|Why is a little breath 13650|So vital when a foot is bare? 13650|Why, oh, why, do you walk and not follow? 13650|Why does it seem to me you do not follow with your feet 13650|The way I go marching away from home? 13650|Why must you never fight and not take the blow? 13650|Why do you walk and not take the heavy blow? 13650|Why do I never take it? 13650|Because my legs in marching always stay and stand, 13650|And carry me away from home. 13650|And carry me away from home? 13650|They do not take my legs away--they only spare my heart, 13650|And carry it about as I am marching away. 13650|I cannot, in fact, go back--I take a thousand blows, 13650|At the very least, and give myself up to an excruciating pain; 13650|But all day long I can march and fight, and fight and march,-- 13650|And when, at night, I can lie down and go to sleep, 13650|It seems to me that you go travelling for the whole day-- 13650|I never understand--I never understand-- 13650|The night-long march! ======================================== SAMPLE 24210 ======================================== 2381|And what, I wonder, is the use of this 2381|For me? I seem to think, it would not do 2381|To walk out into the night like a knight 2381|With a broad brimmed broad yoke upon his head; 2381|Or even to keep a close eye on Molly, 2381|To be like a monk who keeps a watch 2381|To save his hair when he should have the rain, 2381|Or a lady--to look out for the thief! 2381|What use, then, to me of the long black road 2381|And the half of the town now that I see 2381|Its shadows grow longer, and see in the road 2381|More and more of the road, and more and more 2381|Of the high road over the dark steep slope! 2381|It does not seem to me to be the same 2381|To sleep and to dream in a crowd in a house 2381|In a thousand shifts, and each shifting space. 2381|It seems to me that it is best to do 2381|Nothing at all, and rest, and to take rest 2381|For things that will come to us in the future! 2381|And I have found the thing I call "rest" 2381|Not only useful, but pleasant. It cools 2381|My blood, it soothes my tired temples. Nothing! 2381|I need it not to keep me warm and moist 2381|Until the long day is done; or until 2381|My eyelids, that are full of sleep, are heavy 2381|Again with dreams, and till the day be done. 2381|I take my sleeping pill and lay me down 2381|And sit up in the morning to sweep the stirrups, 2381|And start up with a good hard day's breakfast 2381|And go to the village, and take my ease 2381|And play the sports I like and like to play. 2381|That day my mother called in sick, and so 2381|My father called in sick, and so my brother; 2381|And so my sister, who can read and write, 2381|And makes a pretty housewifer at the inn. 2381|I like a strong man; he is always so-- 2381|Stronger at work, by ten, at any rate; 2381|Stronger on the march, too, through the city; 2381|Stronger in the fight--though not a jest 2381|Is fit to make this strong man's chest ache. 2381|And so I get myself up and hurried 2381|And get myself going out again-- 2381|The same old little household waiting, 2381|The same old child, the same old errand. 2381|And then it's back again, and then it's done 2381|To play the same old game of hunt and ball, 2381|And wait for all the good things to be seen 2381|And take and pay the same old wedding-price-- 2381|And I! who'm always made to take and pay 2381|And wait for every thing--I'm a useless thing."-- 2381|"It is," I said; "and if my mother says 2381|She has so much to tell you, I shall hear 2381|What she has to tell you, Mary. Her eyes 2381|Are wet, for all their blue, clear, rosy light; 2381|And when I watch them, as they rise and fall 2381|Between this book and mine, I see it all: 2381|How she loves you, her face, as women do, 2381|And that you know it; and how she knows too late 2381|That you have loved her not."--"Do you remember 2381|Us having talked about it? Yes; it was so 2381|Too long ago. We've met at half-past two. 2381|I'll look it over now.--Well it may be 2381|That we must part; but not this time. I am tired. 2381|Why I am tired, why we are parted now 2381|Is not clear, but I shall sleep well to-night." 2381|My mother kissed me, with a secret gladness, 2381|Beneath her lashes' flutterings; and I said, 2381|"My little girl, that talk has eased me quite ======================================== SAMPLE 24220 ======================================== 18396|'Mang a' o' thae things, o' Scotland, and Scotland.' 18396|Auld James o' Jameshill weel wholls his e'e, 18396|Sae wi' his kith, and kin, and kin; 18396|And an ill man is aye in his house 18396|With an ill name on his crest. 18396|Weel whiles his wily, wily glance dies, 18396|And his dark eye's stars o' fire; 18396|Foully, and foul in his breath is he, 18396|For he'll ill be bought by gold. 18396|I 've gien to wha frae the warld 18396|My word that a' should live or die, 18396|An' I 've gien my word to a' 18396|That a' should live or die! 18396|In a' the towns o' Aberfeldy 18396|I have met wi' foes an' foes, 18396|But noo some growled at the laird, 18396|And some snawed at the frien'; 18396|But nane have the cairdlers mair free 18396|Than my word an' my swear-amen. 18396|I 've gien to wha frae the warld 18396|My word that a' should live or die, 18396|An' I 've gien my word to a' 18396|That a' should live or die! 18396|There 's naething now o' Heaven in man, 18396|Or the Christ on the cross; 18396|But death to the human race 18396|Has gi'en them no peace. 18396|The sinner is cast, and the saint is blessed; 18396|The coward is made strong; 18396|The saint forgets the name of the man that dies, 18396|But the sin goes unpunish'd. 18396|My life, my fame, and my honours are shorn; 18396|I will go and face the fiercest fight; 18396|My foes are fools, and I am taught by them, 18396|But I know that my life is lost but once. 18396|In Fife I lived in the woods alane, 18396|I was not a huntsman; 18396|By an owl 'twas taught to write my name, 18396|By a fox I was sent. 18396|It was the winter-nigh in winter, 18396|And all through miry, dreary grove, 18396|My father went lamenting; 18396|And oft, when I can reach him, I tell 18396|The cause of his lamentation. 18396|But he arose upriving, and frowning, 18396|To my little sister's bower he coming; 18396|He held within his arms her hand, 18396|Then to the wall he climbing clambid. 18396|Alang the hall the old man and lady 18396|Lay in a cold and comfortless bower, 18396|And thus began the sorrowing they bemoaning: 18396|Said the aged man and lady, 18396|The aged man and lady, 18396|"How can this be? Why should we sigh and mourn, 18396|When I am set for ever here? 18396|"My daughter is a bachelor o' Heaven; 18396|Her fortune is such, she ne'er will die; 18396|Her virtue ne'er will decay, no, 18396|But she 'll live and ye 'll live." 18396|Said the young woman, the fair woman, 18396|Young woman, the fair woman; 18396|"Yet how can I bear it? Thou gavest 18396|To me but a day, and wilt not grieve 18396|My sister, my child, when I am laid 18396|In the grave, ne'er to return." 18396|Said the old man, the sage man, 18396|Old man, the fair man, 18396|"And shall my sister's children mourn and mourn 18396|When ne'er again they see thee live, 18396|But thou 'll still be happy here?" 18396|"I will live and ye will still live," said she, 18396|And death will ne'er ======================================== SAMPLE 24230 ======================================== 17393|'Gainst the world there is no room for me: it is the world, I know.' 17393|So he gave his life, and the world gave him its son. 17393|It was a small one, so small and so noble that one might say 17393|'Thus, for such a sin, for a wrong such great one must die.' 17393|It was the man who had been made of a giant's ribs, 17393|The man who had been made of a monster's ribs, 17393|The boy who had been given something and given nothing instead, 17393|The man who was just born, and was never an infant any more-- 17393|The man who had been born, by a great deal of pain--so much pain, 17393|The man who had been born to the sweat of his shoulders and back, 17393|Not that he knew what it meant, not that he had ever a thought-- 17393|But because he was brought up by a great deal of suffering! ah no, 17393|He was brought up to know nothing of pain--of sorrow or mirth-- 17393|But a boy that was never a man! he was brought up to know 17393|Only that the sweat of his shoulders and back was enough for 17393|him, and the sweat of his sons was enough for him! 17393|Thus he fell into a life of suffering--then he knew not whence: 17393|'Why does God, when I've been made of this, make me then forbid 17393|When I've been made of this the way to be so? 17393|Why must the man, when I've been made of this, always be so, 17393|Because I know when I've had something, and I'm not given anything, 17393|And the sweat of my shoulders and backs are enough for me--and 17393|that's the reason I must be prevented from the sweat of yours?' 17393|Then he was brought up like cattle, and kept a good deal under 17393|The pressure of great cares, and kept himself under by degrees: 17393|'Why should I then be prevented from the sweat of my wife? 17393|And (if there's any reason for this) 17393|He was once brought up like cattle, and had nothing at all, 17393|'And had a baby of the sweat of his shoulders and back, 17393|And the sweat of his sons was enough for him!'--yea, as a child 17393|Would do--at this moment, as you might see by his face-- 17393|But a man that was born of the sweat of a man could not be less. 17393|Therefore the man had but one duty in life--to do the best he 17393|Could for himself, and he did it with his own hands, 17393|With that power and that strength which his own blood gave him. 17393|'This work,' said the man, 'of course there was I had to do, 17393|But it was only the sweat of my shoulders and back that I 17393|Was to thank God for--ah, but it was such as I had not! 17393|The man I am, and it is my duty to tell you in truth, 17393|Had not a thought until the sweat of his shoulders and back 17393|Made him think of the sweat of his wives and little ones. 17393|And it will be my duty to tell you what I think of the man 17393|Who was born in the sweat of an old man with calves and ribs. 17393|His shoulders and his backs are strong; but his manhood is like the 17393|strongness of the muscles of a great lion, with a manly pride, 17393|And the sweat of his shoulders and back is enough for him, and 17393|the sweat of his wife and little ones!' 17393|--Yes--yes, of course! It is a very true expression 17393|That in the present case it means just what I say it means. 17393|I've said enough. (By the way, I have a note on this and 17393|need your patience, for I shall write it you:) 17393|To you in this case it is clear that it means simply what I 17393|mean it, and that is, that the man was born to do the best 17393|He could do, and he did it. Why? as the man himself has said, 17393|"Not through his own strength and ======================================== SAMPLE 24240 ======================================== 1365|To the land of the Phaeacians, the Land of the Morning, 1365|And you see in the distance, far away, again and again 1365|The hills of the people of Pohja, white, they burn and red, 1365|And you see the tall green forests, the great forests of Toja. 1365|There is a town here, the land of Ahti and Ahti's people, 1365|And it runs through the woods by white walls, and towers of pine; 1365|Ahti, the ancient king, built Pohja and the country was good, 1365|Ahti gave grain, the grain of his own lands, and he gave wine. 1365|And so with gold and houses grew this pleasant place in Pohja. 1365|In the land of the Toffs Ahti is long gone, forgotten, 1365|And the Phoenicians came, the toffs, from the South and the East, 1365|And the land of the Toffs Ahti, proud, is forgotten by them; 1365|Nor ever from Ahti's court, in the long-ago years forgotten, 1365|Will the Phoenicians come to look upon this pleasant city. 1365|But let us in, the path is sure, the pathway beyond doubt, 1365|And we have come into the forest in the forest of pine, 1365|For the toffs are here upon the path, and we shall not depart 1365|Till we reach the land of the phoenicians in the summer time. 1365|Who is she that is passing in the evening twilight, 1365|She that glides in fragrant brightness through the village, 1365|Is it the village that she passes in the twilight time? 1365|It is the house with the porch of azure and of copper, 1365|There beside the river and the streamlet cool and fragrant. 1365|There upon the shingles the copper pipes are lying, 1365|And the lamp-wick shines upon the dance of the river-nymphs. 1365|And within the porch sits the ancient dame in mourning, 1365|With her bosom bare, and round about her neck a crown of gorse, 1365|And the lamp-wick lights in the open spaces of her face. 1365|And the village maidens are passing in the village, 1365|And the bison-herds are lying in the meadow-lands of Yava; 1365|And the dancers and singers are dancing in the village. 1365|And her eyes are met with smiles from all the people 1365|While her white hand is swift to place the fairest of them, 1365|And the lamp-wick flashes on the lovely form of Ahti,-- 1365|It is Shushan, the old woman, the shepherding maiden, 1365|Shepherding Ahti's young flock by night and day long, 1365|Shepherding her flocks by day, and driving them out of the village 1365|To the plains where flows the lake, and where flows the forest-grounds, 1365|There she saw a great flock of sheep, that far away in the forest 1365|Shepherding among the lofty oaks. 1365|Then she said to herself in the dark twilight, 1365|Where they are roaming, and what they are humming, 1365|"Who are they, going through the moonlight, 1365|From the forest-lands of Yava? 1365|They must be herding the sheep among the oaks of Yava, 1365|And they pass in her footsteps unseen." 1365|But she passed him shepherding-wise without a murmur, 1365|For the lamb she gave was white as her mother's morning, 1365|And he was blacker than the soul of Ahti. 1365|And she fed him, and flayed him, and wrapped him in her clothes, 1365|When she found him at last dead on the ground. 1365|From her hut she tore away his royal robes, 1365|With his face to the ground bare to see, and she said, 1365|"O my sheep, thou art much more handsome than father's son. 1365|See how fair thou art, and how beautiful thou art! 1365|Thou didst live, O my sheep, in the years of yore, 1365|In the young ======================================== SAMPLE 24250 ======================================== 42058|Then came the Lady of the Lake; 42058|(But it was not for her to whom he bowed, 42058|Only to woo her; 42058|All his heart she ever knew, 42058|And all her eyes were dim. 42058|That all the world should know) 42058|A thousand years ago, 42058|He sailed a hundred seas; 42058|With King Ludeboom's good archangels, 42058|He woo'd the Maid of the Lake. 42058|And her soft cheek was warm and red, 42058|As in the summer's glow; 42058|And her eyes were kind and blue; 42058|And her lips were red and sweet. 42058|She bore a royal flame; 42058|King, Queen, and Queen's child she bore; 42058|King Ludeboom was her sire. 42058|She was of airy mien, 42058|And of sea-blue eyes, 42058|And a lightness in her heart 42058|Like the flight of a dream, 42058|Until her heart was frightened 42058|With a memory of him, 42058|As a child's heart is frightened 42058|With memories of a sin. 42058|King Ludeboom bade her wed 42058|The lover of Liegeboom; 42058|It was a princely crown; 42058|He was twice as old as she. 42058|And he was fair and tall; 42058|And her lips were almost dry 42058|As their makers were. 42058|He was a princely king; 42058|And a light hand clasped a queen; 42058|King Liegeboom ceased with joy 42058|To hear them welcome home; 42058|'Twas their king and liegeman, 42058|They were not more alike. 42058|With the morning dawning gray, 42058|In the hall of Liegeboom, 42058|We set the eggs of beef and cheese 42058|On the fire to fry the salmon; 42058|While the maid with gentle steps, 42058|Through the beechen doors, 42058|Passed out into the city. 42058|Little of sun or moon 42058|That was seen upon the hill; 42058|Heard upon the dell 42058|Sounds of running water falls 42058|Through the hollows of the woods. 42058|Like a green-haired boy who rings 42058|A soft hello from a window, 42058|Sees his father's horse close at hand, 42058|Then, racing, stops, and waits; 42058|And the race is past, 42058|Far behind, and he can bear 42058|No more of it; he must leave 42058|Out in the fields and he may play 42058|With the salmon in the sea. 42058|So our little Helge blew 42058|From the door of his modest house 42058|The breath of all the woods and rocks; 42058|We were happy, Helge and I; 42058|Happy were all that sought the sea. 42058|And the morning came so pale 42058|And the waters so still, 42058|That we thought the stars must fade; 42058|Then we knew that all is dead; 42058|Save the sleepy little whisper 42058|That whinnyeth in the stillness. 42058|"So by King Ludeboom we'll go, 42058|As our fathers did of old; 42058|And we'll find the Fairy Queen, 42058|And bring her to the Fairy King!" 42058|And forth they fared, and soon they came, 42058|And found the Fairy Queen at table, 42058|And heard her piping clear and shrill, 42058|Till down the stairs they crept at night, 42058|And through the empty hall they crept, 42058|All by Helge's hand alone. 42058|And there he saw her sitting lone 42058|On a yellow throne, of cherry wood; 42058|And under her head a garland fair 42058|Was wreathed by Helge's hand and wreath by mine. 42058|And over this the fairy maids 42058|Sprang, and danced upon the wall, 42058|And sang and called around the board; 42058| ======================================== SAMPLE 24260 ======================================== 22142|The little birds sing on the wold, 22142|In blushing, beaming weather; 22142|But the lovely and gay 22142|Are sing and sing in their glee. 22142|"Oh! hie ye, ye winds! from the wood! 22142|To the fields, and the rocks, and the river-- 22142|Hie ye, ye wild, wild woods! 22142|Oh, how I do love to be 22142|In yon golden weather! 22142|Oh, hie ye, ye winds! Oh, how I do love to be 22142|In yon bright green weather!" 22142|Oh, sweet is the song 22142|Of the gushing brook 22142|In the autumn day. 22142|The bird's note is shrill; 22142|It sings the truth of the verse, 22142|In its native plains and woods. 22142|Oh, sweet is the song 22142|Of the flowing rill, 22142|How sweet is the echo! 22142|Oh, how true the riddle of song, 22142|In the heart's ecstasy! 22142|There 's a joy in the flower that 's born, 22142|By the wandering foot-path, 22142|But the sweetest of all 22142|Is the song of the gushing brook, 22142|By the autumn breeze. 22142|The traveller's heart is a wide, wide world to tread, 22142|And an open book that opens wide with pleasure; 22142|There 's a wealth of wonders waiting till he can grasp 22142|The lessons of wisdom in all the light that 's thrown 22142|Upon life's path, as he 's travelling over yonder. 22142|I 'm lost in the ways of the world, and I would be back 22142|In the long ago in the ways of my youth; I 'd have come back 22142|In the long ago when the sun, whose eyes are old 22142|From gazing on the sky, is bright on an upland glade, 22142|And the stars, whom we love so, are blue on the hill, 22142|And they shine upon me in their soft, heavenly light. 22142|For I 'd see again my mother's fair self, and she, 22142|Whom I knew of yore in the way of playing, 22142|With her sweet, tender, motherly ways, would keep aloof 22142|From the noisy world, and the noisy ways of fame, 22142|And I would wander with silent steps across the sands, 22142|To another far land, where the glories of gold 22142|And the luscious trees and flowers would be my bedfellow, 22142|So, with my own heart's blood I would come back again, 22142|In the long ago, 22142|In the long ago! 22142|I 'm lost in a land of promise, where on either hand 22142|Sits the throne of Hope, whose light is never dim, 22142|And the crown with its fruit is ever on the bough, 22142|And all, when they reach him, seem, to him, that all may be. 22142|In the long ago, in the long ago, 22142|In the long ago, 22142|To the lonely house on the hillside, 22142|Where they all came, in the days of yore, 22142|The maids of the Danes, as we know them still, 22142|Their lives were unquiet and peaceful, but she 22142|Her lover with tenderness wooed. 22142|O, she, their gentle bridegroom, 22142|Whose heart was to heaven true, to heaven pure, 22142|From her brows the first tear he could not shun, 22142|And the blush on her cheek, 'twas their destiny, 22142|From the brows, and the blush, to be sent afar 22142|In search of their rest, on the hill or the waste! 22142|And there they abide alone, through the summer's rain-- 22142|'Neath the oak that has long loved the world to be gay, 22142|The maiden whom the angels name Fairfellow! 22142|"Heavenly child! the sun that shined aslant 22142|On thy cradle, is now at last set free, ======================================== SAMPLE 24270 ======================================== 2383|This way, and that, and tilling both the shaven, 2383|And onely to sowe thir garden seede, 2383|Wherfore the garden is in good chere 2383|And is of good kinde and sute in peace 2383|Wherby these men do make their wittes bold 2383|To passe thither, that with fieldesse bent 2383|It may passe them good with their goodnes set. 2383|For if that he be true and so do orde 2383|To set himself to us in good chere, 2383|What should he want, if ever he be ladde 2383|Of his body to be set a-kist? 2383|And if his wittes to be set in chere 2383|They be so, and he to be in it bent, 2383|So that he fand his wittes in his face, 2383|Than am I onely for to be of short stound. 2383|And to this point do I make my reason, 2383|And then I answer with myn answere chere. 2383|Whyl I live, I will not live but all the time, 2383|Yet I will be the worldes great saviour, 2383|For I have said I wolde be of good chere 2383|In the wark that I was of that good ryche; 2383|And if I wolde be that worldes good ryche, 2383|Why, my self, so that I should of good chere 2383|Be set within the doores of every town, 2383|For there they wolde see me that were the first. 2383|Yet if I wolde do this, whan I am beryll, 2383|The worlde shall lese and wryte in good chere; 2383|Thus am I made for all my wittes part; 2383|Witnesse is that for to sette all thyn astat. 2383|O lyeth in it so to be of good chere 2383|And as it is to sette all men in reste, 2383|But yet it is a worldes small mariage, 2383|I wolde thanke a worlde of good chere 2383|And of peple in good chere as I mai live. 2383|For in good chere is worldes goodnesse, 2383|And in good chere hath ese a ful good rest: 2383|The worlde doth not so wel in chere abide 2383|As I do lyen at my wittes end. 2383|So I will speke of good chere, and what is best, 2383|And that a king that is of good chere! 2383|This is a worldfull world, and is al good. 2383|And if ye telle me this, I pray you nay. 2383|And I hope in good chere, and so blythe, 2383|That ye not mende what we men han here. 2383|I am an hunte and ful hale; 2383|The which my lady gan deuyse: 2383|"Nou art thou a wisse, and now 2383|Ye lisse my good manhode on." 2383|"And for my love," quod she, "that I 2383|Ne may not longe in this worke, 2383|And for my love and for my life 2383|That I am sory for to lye 2383|In such a place as you this day 2383|Of sorwe and shamefull pryson, 2383|I am for to telle you in this 2383|How that my lord is in this wyde 2383|And han beryll to him y-lamed 2383|Thre manhode: and I sawe it nay." 2383|"That may not be," quod he, "for this 2383|That al is me and al is thre." 2383|And thanne she seyde, "Now, my trewe, 2383|This is a world that is a pore 2383|And may not ben with that good chere 2383|That I have sory to be seen." 2383|And forth ======================================== SAMPLE 24280 ======================================== 21016|In yonder grove of beechen trees, 21016|Where the blackbird whistles and the blackbird sings, 21016|In the day of storm and of sunshine, 21016|There will come a glorious time 21016|When I will arise 21016|For the last glorious time, 21016|And in the morning 21016|Unto the heart of my lover awake. 21016|He shall be all to me, 21016|In the land of light and of heaven above; 21016|The best of friends I have ever had, 21016|And, whatever may betide, 21016|We shall be happy for it. 21016|This is the golden hour 21016|Wherein man liveth, 21016|The hour in which all things thrive by, 21016|And love and joy arise, 21016|And all is well. 21016|With its high-souled heart 21016|Thou knowest what purpose 21016|Thou hast in control, 21016|And thy wisdom, deep and tender, 21016|Hath ever with love been blent 21016|In some glad songs of song and praise, 21016|And thy glory, as in the dark earth, 21016|Hath ever the bright light illumed 21016|And its light the sun of light, 21016|And the dew of love! 21016|And its glory shines 21016|Through your joys, thou best of poets, 21016|Though I, a little one, might be 21016|A beggar-maid in a tavern 21016|At the coming of the sun to-day, 21016|But oh! thou hast thy service won, 21016|Whose soul is filled to overflowing 21016|Of joy and infinite gladness! 21016|Let the wind sing to thee 21016|Whispering through thy still hair, 21016|Waves of the world of night, 21016|And the sun in fire-light streaming 21016|Through thy spirit's shade shall pour. 21016|In thy spirit's night, 21016|When sleep will not come, 21016|I'll lift the latch of thine heart 21016|And take my pleasure, joy and song. 21016|I'll turn aside 21016|From the revel of day, 21016|And make merry in silence 21016|With the music of thy heart. 21016|Thy soul I'll move to-day 21016|Through the motion of a pulse 21016|In thy little spirit's depths, 21016|And hold it in my hand, 21016|And breathe it through thy lips, 21016|And hold it in mine, 21016|As a song is held in air, 21016|And blown o'er a singer's tongue. 21016|Let the wind sing to thee 21016|Whispers through thy still hair, 21016|And the stars shall sing to thee 21016|Of the joy of coming days; 21016|And the stars shall sing to thee 21016|Of the hope of coming hours; 21016|With gladness, as of yore, 21016|Of the soul that shall sing to thee. 21016|I'll lift thy spirit, O heart! 21016|As the moon lifts up the clouds; 21016|I'll make it happy and free, 21016|As the sun makes merry with light. 21016|This life is sorrow to me, 21016|And my soul is like the night, 21016|Wherein in silence I lie, 21016|All the days and nights of my days. 21016|If I go forth to plow, 21016|The plowman plows through me, 21016|The plowman plows through me, 21016|And his stakes are blue heaven's air. 21016|If I go forth to plow, 21016|The plowman plows through me, 21016|The plowman plows through me, 21016|And his stakes are blue heaven's sky. 21016|If I go forth to weep, 21016|The tears that come to mine eyes, 21016|Flows from the eyes of heaven. 21016|The tears that come to mine eyes, 21016|Tears of love, tears of love, 21016|Crowding so thick about me 21016|They crowd about my heart. 21016 ======================================== SAMPLE 24290 ======================================== 4332|The one thing you must do - 4332|Leave off. 4332|What do you think of this child-- 4332|This little girl 4332|With the face of a child 4332|And the silver hair 4332|Like the roses. 4332|What do I think of this child-- 4332|This little girl-- 4332|With the small, flat mouth 4332|And the gentle voice 4332|Like the melody 4332|Of a bee's drone? 4332|And the eyes that were always wet 4332|With tears and laughter 4332|From the corners of their lashes 4332|Where the sunbeams run 4332|Like the pools in a sea 4332|With the edges all touched 4332|With silver flecks. 4332|What do I think of this child-- 4332|This little girl-- 4332|With her eyes that always filled 4332|With the sun's sweet fire 4332|And the red lids 4332|From the corners where the dreams 4332|Of her dreams could come 4332|Like a pair of twins 4332|From the corners where the roses 4332|Grew in the spring. 4332|What do I think of this child-- 4332|This little girl-- 4332|With her laughing eyes, 4332|And the sweet, eager lip, 4332|Like the water 4332|In a well? 4332|And her cheeks in a dimpled line, 4332|And her curls 4332|In a knot. 4332|What do I think of this child-- 4332|This little girl-- 4332|With the sun in a golden fire 4332|At her lips, and her eyes 4332|Like a golden mirror 4332|In the sky? 4332|And her sweet little voice-- 4332|But the words 4332|Never are weary-- 4332|Ever 4332|Like the summer flower 4332|That opens in May 4332|When the winds blow. 4332|What do I think of this child-- 4332|This little girl-- 4332|With her hair down 4332|As a curtain 4332|Telling 4332|All her face to be hidden from me 4332|Till she blushes to speak of love? 4332|Her laughing eyes? 4332|And her body's a mirror, 4332|Wherein her eyes and ears 4332|Know what motions to repeat, 4332|What little steps to follow 4332|When her body breaks and speaks 4332|Out of itself like laughter 4332|In the eyes of a boy? 4332|What do I think of this child-- 4332|What do I think of her 4332|With her voice so sweet 4332|To a child 4332|Who is sitting and dreaming 4332|In a glass case 4332|In the moonlight? 4332|Her cheeks like apples 4332|And her silver hair 4332|Like silver clouds 4332|Mocked in sunlight? 4332|Her breast like a sky 4332|That rises over heaven? 4332|What do I think of her-- 4332|But my mouth 4332|And my eyes 4332|And my breasts-- 4332|Till--I know. 4332|In the little room above my bed, 4332|The light is soft and the night has passed, 4332|And my heart is at rest, and my feet 4332|Have trodden the darkness and sleep has come. 4332|The night winds whisper, the hours are still, 4332|Serene is the room where my thoughts lie, 4332|As though the world were opened to light, 4332|And all the stars shone out on the night. 4332|The night winds whisper, and whisper again, 4332|And then I come to my dream again, 4332|And see her sitting there so serene, 4332|So like the kind angels of my heart, 4332|Like that poor angel, the maiden chill, 4332|Whom I used to wonder at and dread, 4332|For the light would fade from off her face 4332|While I gazed on her like an angel's eye, 4332|And the red face of Christ in its grave. 4332|And my soul, I know, would sink a ======================================== SAMPLE 24300 ======================================== 23348|I'm the only one who understands, 23348|But they'd hardly known my family. 23348|I've been there at the place: at least, 23348|My feet were always on the ground! 23348|Sometimes they'd drop a book that's in the street, 23348|And I'd say "Good readers: now, see what we are!" 23348|I'd see old folks who'd turned their noses up, 23348|And I'd see young kids get off easy, too, 23348|And I'd smile and pass, in silence, by; 23348|And then my feet would slide on jelly. 23348|"Who made that picture of the sea, in the picture of the sea?" 23348|"You can't guess what it says: just look at it. I've picked it out, 23348|And it says "Come, pick up a stone and dig two!" 23348|You see, and it's looking to you with great pride. 23348|Who was it made that picture of the sea? 23348|"Oh, please don't look at it. There, don't be shy." 23348|"Look--look at it. I'm going to make my own! 23348|My mother she bought it for me last year; 23348|I'm getting on to the second grade." 23348|"I won't stay. I will help you to something else; 23348|Look at it, and pick it up--look at it--pick it up!" 23348|"I'll go and fetch the milk, I will, ma'am." 23348|It was a child, but as I looked at it, 23348|It seemed to resemble my own dear doll-- 23348|Just her eyes and hair, just her shape and figure, 23348|But all the little things she wished to be. 23348|And I could see on the first look, beyond a doubt, 23348|She'd always become, just as she'd dreamed, a doll, 23348|But, oh, the mischief she could do when she grew up; 23348|"I will," said the child--the doll she'd promised to be. 23348|So, off they went--'twas in the summer, you see-- 23348|"Oh, stop, my dear, here! don't spoil these pictures so! 23348|I won't pick up a stone and dig two-- 23348|Don't spoil it all, for I'm a poor school-boy-- 23348|Don't spoil it for me--oh, my doll is naughty!" 23348|We went to our door, you know, and ran about till we found 23348|Miss Polly sitting at a window, looking out of a small window 23348|Of little brown-leaved, leafy, sunny weather that opens out at 23348|"Yes, I've been up to the market, to see a friend," said Miss 23348|"O, yes, I have; where's our doll?" sobbed another. 23348|"Miss Polly, is she dying?" asked one. 23348|Ah! miss, so young and innocent in life and beauty, and her 23348|"She's safe,--the doctor found her with a fever very much like 23348|"Is she going to keep, dear?" asked one in grief. 23348|They went to their doors, and cried and begged and wept, but, you see, 23348|"It isn't all right, Mr. Jones," said Miss Polly, softly, sadly. 23348|"Is it all right with you all?" asked another; "it has only been 23348|"Why, I don't understand, dear," cried Miss Polly suddenly, and her 23348|I feel so ill, and it's so, and so! 23348|Oh, the doctor will make me well, I know; 23348|He's so kind and so good, I know. 23348|Come little maids, I pray you, be quick! 23348|I cannot go on so long. 23348|What is the matter? A noise is heard? 23348|The wind and the rain are gone-- 23348|They call me, and now, they call me, 23348|They are so kind and good. 23348|I feel so ill, and it's so, and so! 23348|It's getting dark; I will lie down. 23348|Why, it isn't dark! and it isn't time; ======================================== SAMPLE 24310 ======================================== 5185|"Come, let us change our minds, O gold! 5185|Let thy silver horns we swap, 5185|Change thy own mind, O silver-headed 5185|Heed not what the wife of Midas 5185|Bore to thee on a copper sledge." 5185|Wainamoinen, old and steadfast, 5185|Fashioned in trade a ship of magic 5185|From the sheaths of his own dwelling; 5185|From his shirt of silken flannel, 5185|From his pants made of mellow damask, 5185|To his coat of mail and shield, 5185|And upon the deck he placed it 5185|With the horns of his own cow. 5185|Straightway he fashioned next a boat 5185|From the shield of Midas corresponding 5185|To the cow's entire body. 5185|Straightway he fashioned next a raft, 5185|Shielded and trimmed with may composed, 5185|And he floated adown the river, 5185|Sailing on the gray-blue water-lily, 5185|On the yellow-breasted waters. 5185|Wainamoinen, thus developing 5185|His invention as a business, 5185|Sailed adown the river, navigation, 5185|Sailed to the far-extending land, 5185|On the far-extending borders, 5185|To the river of poison-fields, 5185|To the war-ship of the deceitful Lempo; 5185|Drew the boat in many colors, 5185|Let the stern and prow swell upward, 5185|As His boat He would introduce, 5185|Buy with magic metal pieces, 5185|As His own He would a pilot. 5185|Lemminkainen, full of joyance, 5185|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5185|Rolling forth, with wondrous beauty, 5185|To his native lands and kindred, 5185|Came into his first teacher's school, 5185|Entering at the threshold, 5185|Spake these measures to the minstrel: 5185|"I have come, dear friend, to learn at home, 5185|All the arts of magic singing, 5185|All the arts of ancient fathers, 5185|That in fields beyond the sunset, 5185|Hid beneath the silver snow-sledge, 5185|Lie in barns, in pastures, inhof, 5185|Under the willows, in cots, in lodges, 5185|Linger yet to learn the first one, 5185|Which of all the possible singing, 5185|Which of all the arts of singing, 5185|Can best his strange enchantments prove him?" 5185|Then the smith, e'en Ilmarinen, 5185|Grateful for life and kindly living, 5185|Drew the wonder-indue merrily, 5185|Through the open doors of venues, 5185|Through the great Hall of court-rooms, 5185|Sang himself a handsome hero, 5185|In the arms and shoulders of birch-wood; 5185|Only six rings, and inscriptions, 5185|And the age of eight years, as told him; 5185|Buried in the silent harbor 5185|Buried at the end of sea-ways, 5185|Never to be discovered by ships 5185|Of the nations, nor by navy; 5185|Never to be found by hikers 5185|On the trail of Bears without permission; 5185|Never by hunters in the woods. 5185|Thus the hero spake in answer: 5185|"Never will I lie in peace-crown, 5185|Never in the home-dear's covering, 5185|When my body is found in Loke. 5185|On the shoulders of my former 5185|Dame is woven three roses crossing; 5185|Three, the roses of my former, 5185|On each rose are sweet grass roots; 5185|Thegs they too are of the moss-root, 5185|Sprung from roots of other race-tainted 5185|Reeds, with thorn-roots mingled mingled. 5185|"If you wish to see Loke's daughter, 5185|When I lie in lairs and castles, 5185 ======================================== SAMPLE 24320 ======================================== 3255|I was not glad to be in it. 3255|They are not the best in the north . . . 3255|I will go and leave a letter 3255|To the two whom you have lost! 3255|Not a mark in it, no. 3255|It will not be easy, 3255|You are too young to be 3255|Worthy a mother, 3255|And the truth needs a man to tell. 3255|You need a father 3255|Duly to be a father 3255|To a child like you, 3255|And that's not what I will do. 3255|They were in a house; 3255|Their house was not a house. 3255|It was a flat, 3255|A flat I made, 3255|With a daughter 3255|Who was only my dolt. 3255|She was only three; 3255|She always knew when to speak. 3255|But I have seen 3255|What I thought 3255|That a little child, 3255|A stupid, stupid child, 3255|Would never tell you what I meant. 3255|In the house 3255|She would sit, 3255|And would not let me go. 3255|She would sit there 3255|And pretend 3255|Her own house was a flat. 3255|But I have learned she knows not 3255|What flat is: 3255|She could neither look nor talk 3255|On a flat with a fool there. 3255|One day 3255|I tried: 3255|She did not know. 3255|Then I turned 3255|And made 3255|A wish: 3255|(It did not mean 3255|I was going to sell my flat 3255|To go and live elsewhere.) 3255|But she sat by a week 3255|Without response. 3255|I saw that her house 3255|Was in no shape to provide 3255|For a baby, 3255|And for him the cradle 3255|Was a coffin and the cradle 3255|Was a coffin, 3255|And we had no babies. 3255|Then I turned 3255|And made 3255|A wish: 3255|(It did not mean 3255|We were going to have no babies 3255|After all these years.) 3255|But she sat by a week, 3255|And did not know. 3255|Then I went to town in a hurry 3255|"What was that?" I asked, 3255|And my hand to the paper 3255|Fluttered and moved, 3255|And it was only "That's" that I heard him . . . And I'd have sold my flat as quickly 3255|And that was the end of the story, and all the world was mad. 3255|That's how it was started, and it's how it's ended, 3255|But all the story 3255|I'll tell is not the same as the story you ask. 3255|To go and stay 3255|A minute, 3255|And to know that a face 3255|For a moment 3255|Seemed something new and good to my eyes 3255|That once had been a face 3255|To me in the city, 3255|Is not the story I'd like to begin. 3255|And there was a woman, 3255|And she had two sons, 3255|And she took 3255|Her children out a door, 3255|And she played 3255|With them, in the yard; 3255|And she'd go on the road 3255|And there came one day 3255|In her house 3255|To take a nap: 3255|"Ah, that poor, wretched mother," said I, 3255|"She cannot sleep at all a-night! She is sad, 3255|And I shall go and help her." 3255|But I was out of the house, 3255|And I could not get in, 3255|And I was mad at God, 3255|And I said to the devil: 3255|"Why did you let me help you to that?" 3255|And he to me with those words of grace: 3255|"I do not know, I dare say; ======================================== SAMPLE 24330 ======================================== 13648|Cull on, ye birds, and hie ye hie ye away 13648|To where the bluebell blooms in the land of the foam! 13648|For the lillies and roses are blooming around, 13648|And the buttercup and clover are gaily clad. 13648|For the birds will not go home to their nests of the East, 13648|For the little wings on little necks are entangled. 13648|But the lillies and roses come every morn 13648|To see the buttercups, white and red and blue; 13648|And the lillies and roses, if they could, 13648|Would leave them their buttercups everywhere. 13648|And so the pretty flowers come to pollute 13648|The buttercups of blameless little hearts. 13648|Called "The Fair Maid" and went everywhere; 13648|But she was too good to be loved by a lass, 13648|Though she smiled on the little Fair Maid, 13648|Though she wished that her smile should be bigger 13648|Than the smile of all the ladies at the ball. 13648|But she smiled upon him one day,-- 13648|And she knew his intentions, and smiled. 13648|So he smiled and laughed, and called her "sweetheart"-- 13648|And they married at a church in Charing Cross. 13648|The fair maid smiled; then she laughed a bit, 13648|And threw down the gates of her door, 13648|And she walked away to the fair-side of the sea. 13648|But the bells of her house were loud and loud, 13648|Telling men and women from far and near 13648|That "The Fair Maid" was coming out of a sea 13648|That they'd heard so long that she was "coming home to Charing." 13648|While her father and brother sat by her side, 13648|While the doorways of their house were closed, 13648|While she stood and watched them with a mother's eye, 13648|She must do as she was told: 13648|She would get into the sea, and away! 13648|The fair maid stood on the topmost stair, 13648|And sang a song to herself always: 13648|Then out of the stairway of the dark, 13648|She walked away, and away, and away, 13648|And never more came back to Charing. 13648|The wind blows all to the east, 13648|And the tide, the tide, the tide, 13648|Hurries us away 13648|With its arms across the sea, 13648|Hurries us away. 13648|The spring tides come and wade 13648|Their white pinions so free. 13648|And the little winds are gay 13648|With their music-words: 13648|Why, we never knew 13648|The motion of the world so swiftly. 13648|The summer swells on high 13648|With its sultry tresses of green; 13648|The long-leaved pines sigh, 13648|Their deep voices low: 13648|Ah, the winds that sweep, 13648|The winds and the sea, 13648|The winds and the spring! 13648|The summer comes and goes, 13648|With her perfume of dew, 13648|With her flutter of starry wings, 13648|With her patter of hooves, 13648|The summer comes and goes. 13648|Thou art like unto Thee; 13648|That angels should be like to thee! 13648|Thou art floating light and sweet 13648|Upon eternal lakes, 13648|Thou art like a maiden's dress 13648|To thy soul-mate's bosom fair, 13648|Thou art like a soft white shower 13648|To the brow of him who kneels 13648|Before the Holy One's throne-- 13648|That angels should be like thee! 13648|We will build a house on the shore where the water is deep. 13648|The waves shall lap it from the land of the shadows dark and high, 13648|Then shall the waters lap it from the land of the shadows gray, 13648|We will call it the White House--the White House--the White House, 13648|And put a marble frieze upon it of stately curve ======================================== SAMPLE 24340 ======================================== 21015|The great sea-mew's wings and breast and side. 21015|"This day the land with sea-weed overgrown, 21015|The sea-hen's nest will hide from him." 21015|And she who gave the word is dead 21015|Whose living work was love in life's day. 21015|But, though the land with sea-weed over-grown, 21015|The sea-hen's nest should not be built, 21015|Still would her soul, whose work was love, 21015|With faith and patience be toil-taken, 21015|And God's own truth to win and keep. 21015|Oh, we had gone in search of a womanhood lost in the sea, 21015|For the sea in one of her eyes; 21015|And the sea in one of her breasts and feet. 21015|And the sea in her, whom we might not see near--the sea-mew or the 21015|We would have gone but for the ocean. 21015|And the sea-mews that above her flew, 21015|And the night-mew's cry--the sea-hen? 21015|We said: Let it all go--the sea-hen's nest, 21015|The sea-bird's breast--my heart, my body--then be comforted! 21015|Yet there is something which God gave her, 21015|Which she cannot see or touch or taste, 21015|Which wakes in her on earth, 21015|When she has ceased her work, 21015|And the earth seems cold, and the sea-birds all were gone-- 21015|Then how shall she rest? 21015|Oh, what shall she think of the sea-bird's nest? 21015|But that its eyes were blue, 21015|Or that its wings were red 21015|She will not look on it long, 21015|Till the sea with all his serried array 21015|Of lights has risen. 21015|The sea's light is more terrible than storm, 21015|Than the sea's light! 21015|'Tis the light that is never-ending; 21015|It is the light of the world until the end. 21015|It has touched the face of the sky, and shook the sea with a voice 21015|And made the sea-birds stay. 21015|Though they know not it is God's light, 21015|It hath made the earth to feel 21015|More beautiful with the sunset. 21015|The sea is tired; let it sleep! 21015|It cannot dream of aught, though heaven bids it rest, 21015|Till the last star of the morning shall bid it rise-- 21015|Then what shall it do? 21015|Oh, what shall the sea-hen think 21015|When the clouds are in the skies? 21015|It sleeps; and yet, alas! it dreams; 21015|And there comes the star of the morn. 21015|With a voice that is a bird's a-song, a-blinding 21015|To the waves that lie and roar 21015|And sing the song that can wake the night once more, 21015|When the mists of a long dead night, that have been, fall, 21015|And the wild sea-waters run; 21015|So, with a laugh that is loud and fast, and gay, 21015|The sea-fowl rise, that are mad; 21015|But oh, what shall the mirth be? 21015|What shall the world be when they set their teeth 21015|Against the heart of the sea 21015|And smite his heart anew, and smite him dead, 21015|And make him roar, with a heavy hissing-- 21015|And shake into the depths of the sea 21015|For evermore. 21015|It is not the tide that rises that wakes up the sea 21015|That rolls to and fro, 21015|As the sun rises suddenly through the clouds of the sky, 21015|But the tide that is made of the light that was lost in the night. 21015|It rises through the darkness that holds the sea 21015|And makes a roar, a roar unheard, 21015|Like the sound lost when the sea is quieted by the moon. 21015|It sweeps the dead tide to the shore; 21015|But what may we say of the ======================================== SAMPLE 24350 ======================================== A little after, when we two were well alone, 28591|She showed me the light, the tender light she loves; 28591|And I thought it heavenly; and as I grew more bold, 28591|I asked so earnestly, "O my dear, tell me truly 28591|Why did you never feel a pang of jealousy?" 28591|A little later--and I had learned as yet 28591|Not to trust myself to what I had been told-- 28591|I spied the secret. "I," said she, "for that matter, 28591|Am the very angel that you long to be. 28591|I love to be the sweet spirit that you are, 28591|The earth, the sky, the wind, and starlight, too; 28591|I am the sweet voice of our love that cries out 28591|Among the stars; as for being that alone, 28591|It is not a thing most people mean when they 28591|Call us their souls' friends, and make a joke of us, 28591|But I know what I am and never will be more!" 28591|And so I told her all. 28591|I showed her what life was, and what it meant 28591|For me, for you, for any one; 28591|I told her all about our little band 28591|Of friends; how we had missed you in the long-ago, 28591|And how much you had missed me on the day we met; 28591|And how to-day I miss you more, too; 28591|And then--God help me! 28591|I thought that she would understand, 28591|But then the world went wrong; 28591|And I may have had an ill 28591|In being so true to you. 28591|And yet--and then I had such strength within 28591|I felt it and could not tell her why. 28591|She made it up, but of the past and you 28591|I cannot tell any more. 28591|For she has gone, and so must me; 28591|And while she is gone, our hands will hold 28591|Nor know, nor wish, how well 28591|I love to keep the memory 28591|Of that close talk with her. 28591|Ah! those dear days when, each one so wise, 28591|We read of your high worth, and then we prayed, 28591|How happy we had been! 28591|A thousand ways have been, so many hands 28591|Have tried to make our dreams of love succeed. 28591|Now we are old and frail, but still we say, 28591|"We are content." 28591|With each day, as a frail child goes blind, 28591|I have had time enough to see 28591|How dear you were to me, and all the world 28591|Has something to bring me, to delight, 28591|To give me wonder for my tears. 28591|But not the wonder so devout and so true 28591|That now with this God at my side! 28591|And then our feet were weary; we could not 28591|Go forward to the heights of hope 28591|Whereon the hand of life seems already laid. 28591|But now the paths of faith and hope are free, 28591|I know that if no curse is marked 28591|There is no devil under them. 28591|Now each life in me seems, for all time's wrong, 28591|A holy, bright, eternal hour, 28591|When, though we feel a great, a tender law 28591|Give to each life its time and place. 28591|I do not think of what I could have been, 28591|To whom would all this change have given power, 28591|If you but had the strength and trust. 28591|I think of you, and feel you stand 28591|Before me; I am strong, I feel 28591|What love and faith have done to give 28591|Your beauty to my spirit. 28591|And now, when all this time I've been 28591|In love and pity, I am glad. 28591|To see you smiling, yet not proud, 28591|I pray to-day and night as well. 28591|I pray that I may love you; and it is done. It is. 28591|O, I have cried the prayer, I have kissed your ======================================== SAMPLE 24360 ======================================== 13650|Asking for a horse, and then being told 'No;' 13651|You wish you had your horses instead; 13651|You would in future wish, in great and small, 13651|To see them trot as far as you could see. 13651|It's quite a strange and awful truth, 13651|How Time doth wrinkle, wrinkle, wrinkle, 13651|And slips, slips, slips, 13651|In ever-forgetting wagon; 13651|It's quite a strange and awful truth 13651|How Life doth twist, twist, twist, 13651|And, as you say to me, slips 13651|Into eternity; 13651|It's quite a strange and awful truth 13651|How Love doth burn; 13651|But oh, the more I love, the more I know 13651|It's only Time we burn! 13651|A short little bird stayed up all night, 13651|And when the watch appeared in the blue, 13651|He sang from the window-sill: 13651|He sang from the window-sill, 13651|The watch was asleep, but the watchman there, 13651|Had waked from his watch of the long ago: 13651|He sang a song from his steed, 13651|And a song to his little mistress said: 13651|"Sweet little mistress mine, 13651|Why so still, why so still, 13651|This motionless motionless night-time keeps?" 13651|And I made answer, oh-- 13651|I made it--I made it-- 13651|"Because the stars are shining,--stars of light, 13651|And hear you not the light they give? 13651|Because the night-wind is soft, 13651|And hear you not the night-wind's sigh?" 13651|And I made answer, oh-- 13651|I made it--I made it-- 13651|"But this I know, sweet little night, 13651|The nights when you are with me 13651|Are the happiest nights of all the years." 13651|Ah, well! so be it then; 13651|And I'll sing it o'er the hill, 13651|In a rustle of green grass, 13651|In a sweet, sweet sound,-- 13651|The song that I love best 13651|From the watch-tower watchtower, 13651|From the watch-tower watchtower. 13651|A child's sweet voice like summer rains 13651|Is crying in the night: 13651|Her tears fall like green, wild showers 13651|Upon the silver sky-- 13651|There's never such an angel-breed 13651|Is singing in the moon. 13651|Sing, little child, sing 13651|The song of the watch-tower watch, 13651|And the watchman he listeneth still, 13651|For fear the night might grow late. 13651|Sing, little child, sing, 13651|Where the stars are shining, hear you sing, 13651|'Round the moon, in the empty, lonely sky, 13651|The song of the watch that stands still too soon! 13651|"_The Moon is like a Spanish plate,_ 13651|_On which the sun never shone!_" 13651|Asleep in the bed of gold, 13651|To the window I peer, 13651|And watch the gold, and the sun, 13651|And the gold-tinged panes. 13651|The moon and I are one, 13651|And I am glad and sad; 13651|For why should I be gladder, she says, 13651|Than happy at her window? 13651|The moon is like a Spanish plate, 13651|On which the sun never shone; 13651|But the panes are of a different hue, 13651|And tremble and smile, to think 13651|That the sea-wind would ever disturb 13651|The perfect peace of a plate 13651|On which the sun never shone. 13651|So we'll go in by the gate, 13651|And my arm will lean o'er, 13651|And we'll sit in the porch to the door below, 13651|And the morning star looks at us, 13651|And the roses nod to the glass,-- 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 24370 ======================================== 2487|For years and years. 2487|There he stood, 2487|As in the morn, 2487|He saw her, kneeling beside the window-sill, 2487|With folded hands, his prayer for her that pray'd 2487|In the old-fashioned way, 2487|With the little heart-- 2487|And there, like hell? 2487|Did he just lay his own lips to hers, 2487|And dare the devil, if he had to, 2487|To do a wicked thing? 2487|Did he kiss her hand? 2487|Did he forget to pray? 2487|Did he think all prayers were lies? 2487|There he stood, and still, and cold, and proud, 2487|He took a kiss for worship, in the glass-- 2487|The very glass she used to sit in-- 2487|And there, like hell, 2487|He did not dare to pray. 2487|His lips were very close, his eyes were very calm, 2487|His forehead was smooth, 2487|His brow was bare, 2487|And all his locks were curled, and his eyebrows lifted high, 2487|And he spoke a prayer, a prayer for all mankind,-- 2487|For peace and love, 2487|For calm and care, 2487|The good and brave, 2487|And love of country! 2487|Hearing the kiss upon her fingers, he must look 2487|Like a naughty boy, 2487|Fearing his sister all the more,-- 2487|As though he had never kissed before! 2487|What! should he feel afraid? 2487|And should he lose her love, 2487|And her love for him? 2487|So, he kneels and he saith,-- 2487|The prayer is past! 2487|He saith it aloud, 2487|With the lips of him who saith it! 2487|But the face of her brother has a look of sadness. 2487|"Alas, we have sinned!" 2487|And oh, his heart is heavy,-- 2487|As heavy as a stone 2487|Beneath a heavy woman's hands! 2487|"God!" the other saith,-- 2487|As a man that is afraid! 2487|"We have sinned!" 2487|But, oh, her eyes are kind: 2487|Like the eyes of a child! 2487|"God!" she saith,-- 2487|Like God that is kind!" 2487|"You have sinned! 2487|You could have never sinned, 2487|You could have done no wrong-- 2487|If you would." 2487|He saith it aloud, 2487|With the lips of him who saith! 2487|So, the other saith, 2487|With a calm look! 2487|With eyes closed, he said it, 2487|Lulling her, as he saith it! 2487|"God!" she saith,-- 2487|Lulled him as a child!" 2487|"You have sinned!" 2487|What! should he be afraid? 2487|But, in sorrow and shame, 2487|"God!" said she,-- 2487|God that is kind! 2487|"You have sinned!" 2487|There she sat, and, with a sigh, 2487|She said, "O God, 2487|I have sinned! 2487|So, all souls, in the dark, 2487|Must come to the judgment day,-- 2487|All, of your creatures the same-- 2487|And they all must be redeemed; 2487|And I shall be one of them! 2487|"My own, my own! I beg you,-- 2487|"Not one of my sisters, not you! 2487|"I shall be one of them! 2487|"My father was a man! 2487|"He took my mother and I-- 2487|"What would my father have done? 2487|"He would have knelt down and prayed; 2487|"And he would have prayed-- 2487|"But the angels laughed and laughed!" 2487|His voice was tremulous-- 2487|"Let all others be proud ======================================== SAMPLE 24380 ======================================== 22229|The lads of Gleniffer, with a gude-man's air 22229|And the gipsy-shoe on their mither's knee; 22229|But a blithe heart's the life of a young man! 22229|I wish I were as they are, and a bloke, 22229|And nae mair would blaw my way. 22229|I wish I were sitting on the stane of a milking coney, 22229|With a blithe soul alane; 22229|But nae mair will the tother blinks and the cow bobs, 22229|For I lo'e my lassie yet! 22229|I wish I were riding on the green grass far ben, 22229|Where the bonnie May blinks and shines; 22229|But nae mair will the cow bobs and the May blinks, 22229|For I lo'e my lassie yet! 22229|I wish na I délicie, for I maun love her yet, 22229|And I wish I were playing in the bower; 22229|But I wish I were riding to the hill when a lassie was a-weel, 22229|And lauchin' to the lullaby! 22229|I wish I were deein' in the gloamin' at night wi' a licht o' joy! 22229|The licht o' the licht! the joy o' the gloamin' when it is sic an' when 22229|We're sic a merry gipsy family, nae it matters if we get killed or 22229|They're a' gude towered to the sky, 22229|But the gipsy a' is gane; 22229|They gae up i' the mornin's eve, 22229|And they're sic a gallant band; 22229|They're a' gude towered to the sky, 22229|But nane o' them cares me a whistle! 22229|They're a' gude towered to the sky, 22229|But I think that the stars know. 22229|There was a lass an' she was fair, 22229|Her name was Jeanie Woodhouse, 22229|And her heart was aye sair forleece, 22229|As the warl' is aye sair forleece, 22229|As the warl' sae never forleece 22229|As the warl' is aye sair forleece, 22229|As the warl' maun never forleece 22229|There was a lass sae saucy, 22229|As the warl' is aye sair forleece, 22229|As a star maun a star beau, 22229|As a sky maun a sky beau, 22229|There was a lad that gae me care, 22229|He was rich and he was gude, 22229|He gae me care as he gae men, 22229|He gae me care wi' bouse-work, 22229|And he gae me care wi' drink; 22229|But oh! I wish I were a king, 22229|For I would be a king, 22229|For a ha' kin' o' kingdom come 22229|To the king of a' the land! 22229|And for a' the care that men must bear 22229|From the warl' that kills the heart, 22229|That's a' the care that I ha' spent 22229|In the warl' that kills the heart! 22229|For a' the care that men must bear 22229|From the warl' that kills the heart, 22229|That's a' the care that I ha' spent 22229|In the warl' that kills the heart. 22229|There was a lass I knew wi' a twang, 22229|And bonnie and bonnie and bonnie, 22229|And a' the gudes of the gude red world round, 22229|And a' the lasses of the land! 22229|And she said, "Sherry red, sir, 22229|And I'll be a lady sae modest; 22229|My father hath been a king, and sire's son, 22229|And he has been a king s ======================================== SAMPLE 24390 ======================================== 7394|From the sky that hides its face, 7394|The blue of the evening, the pale moon,-- 7394|The blue of every sea. 7394|Come the great waves from the far sea; 7394|Bring the mighty breeze 7394|Waves from the west, great waves from the east, 7394|They will lift the sun, 7394|They will raise the golden sea. 7394|Bring the fluttering clouds afar, 7394|Come the white clouds, floating low, 7394|On the storm-cloud's edge: 7394|Oh, the white clouds, floating low, 7394|High in the western sky. 7394|Bring the stars, beacons that rise 7394|From the far firmament, 7394|Bring the lightnings of their wands 7394|On the thunderclouds' brows; 7394|Let the lightning flashes in their hair 7394|Shake the clouds and they will be 7394|Like the fingers of a hand 7394|Breaking the dead air; 7394|But the stars of their wands will still 7394|Hold the dark earth deep and strong, 7394|And the lightnings shall go forth and shake 7394|Earth's foundations deep. 7394|Come the clouds of a night, 7394|Bring the white night-wind, like the gale 7394|From the snowy hills, 7394|And the clouds, their snow-white cloaks, 7394|Like the pall-like clouds of Fate. 7394|In their hands the clouds will wave, 7394|On their wings the wind, 7394|And the clouds shall melt away in the deep 7394|Deep sea of the night. 7394|Bring the morning down from her wings, 7394|Bring the bright day on high, 7394|And with starry radiance and love 7394|Light the new day's light. 7394|Bring her face before mine, 7394|And with eyes like springtime flowers 7394|Sheen her form more fair 7394|With the beams of love true and kind 7394|And the sweet, wild rays of love true. 7394|Bring the sunshine round her face 7394|To light love's morning hours, 7394|And her sweet light shall be fire, 7394|And her great bright flame be love. 7394|Bring the laughter in her eyes 7394|To give life a new birth, 7394|And her small sweet laughter shall 7394|Be music rare and free 7394|To charm each heart and bring 7394|Joy to fill the world of dreams 7394|Till she rise as she rose here yesterday. 7394|Come from the far-off hills, 7394|Come from the wilds that hide 7394|Far from the world of earthly hate 7394|In their golden glow of light,-- 7394|Come in the sun and rain, 7394|Bringing to me the sound 7394|Of your soft, golden words 7394|Of gladness and of love,-- 7394|The music of the skies. 7394|O, the green and yellow woods! 7394|O, the soft, blue, green mosses! 7394|The shining water-courses! 7394|And the little islands, where-- 7394|O, the little Indian villages, 7394|Where the little Indian girls 7394|May send their best to me, 7394|A flower of beauty, love, and truth, 7394|And flowers that never fade or wither, 7394|May shelter their young from every day's defeat! 7394|I see them--the little Indian villages, 7394|Where the Indian girls may send their best 7394|To me; with smiles, like their bare trees, 7394|And flowers of light to shelter them, 7394|As the summer twilight soon shall wane, 7394|And the long weariness of night come over them. 7394|O, my love, my sweet and true, 7394|Dear, let us, like the wind, 7394|Fly to Thy face to-night 7394|And be with the angels there! 7394|"O, let us in upon 7394|Her secret, where she keeps 7394|The wisdom of a thousand years; 7394|We do not know our way 7394|For heaven lies clear as her eyes,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 24400 ======================================== 18238|Is the old house in the old town. 18238|And we live there in the old town. 18238|There are windows in the old town; 18238|And they screen us from all the air. 18238|And so on down the old street. 18238|There's the house, there's the street, 18238|And they've grown all together. 18238|Now we're standing in the light, 18238|And the houses, white and gay. 18238|And it makes me glad to see 18238|That the roads go all together. 18238|But I've never seen the house. 18238|It's in the old town in the state 18238|Where the roads are still. 18238|Here's to the house in the old town! 18238|All the birds that fly in an awful fright,-- 18238|The robin red-breast, the wren, the mink,-- 18238|And the little children down in the tree 18238|That shriek when the cannon thunder by! 18238|And the old song that the children sing-- 18238|The song that the children sing-- 18238|And the happy song in the old town:-- 18238|The little children sing in the street, 18238|And the singing birds sing a war-song high, 18238|And the great guns hum. 18238|In the country where the children sing, 18238|In the golden days of summer long, 18238|When the hearth-stove sparkles 18238|With the heat of a thousand memories,-- 18238|There stood a house; 18238|And down its chimneys roamed 18238|A castled brood of cares, 18238|Till the castled brood of cares grew weak 18238|With hunger for the hearth-stone strong 18238|That they found in the hands of home. 18238|It was the hour of dream, 18238|And one pale form rose from the sea of dreams 18238|For the weary world must fall asleep 18238|And no man live, without him, with him,-- 18238|And the world went drowsing to sleep. 18238|The young-eyed maiden of the sea 18238|Had tossed her lotus leaf; 18238|Him in the dust she bore with him, 18238|As the waves' dreams go. 18238|And to him, who laid it down 18238|And left, as it was told, 18238|The broken harp, that once so frail, 18238|For ever broken it and cast. 18238|For he who took it from the sea 18238|Took from old griefs its trust, 18238|Took as a pledge the strength 18238|The songs of the grave. 18238|But he who left without a word 18238|The harp of hope that woke-- 18238|Had only broken the harp, 18238|And broken, too, 18238|The harp of joy by the strong 18238|Dream-winds fanned. 18238|And to him, who took away 18238|The harp of hope, 18238|Love took the broken harp. 18238|O how it drove the strife, 18238|And gave him what he gave! 18238|O how the strings gave out, 18238|And the heart gave over, and died! 18238|When the dead music comes 18238|And is gone from the sun, 18238|And a darkness overshadows our great sun; 18238|Then it's Spring. 18238|When the dead music comes 18238|Out of the dead years, 18238|When the dead peace goes from the world and dies, 18238|Then it's Spring. 18238|When it's Spring!-- 18238|And life is done, and the world's at rest. 18238|Tall trees, white leaves, 18238|Filled with rain, 18238|In a garden where the flowers sleep. 18238|And when the moon comes white in the skies, 18238|Then it's Spring! 18238|Where the river is swift 18238|And the trees are tall, 18238|There on the edge by the road I live and die. 18238|When the white light flecks my window, 18238|Then it's Spring. 18238|The great city sleeps; ======================================== SAMPLE 24410 ======================================== 1021|Beneath the tree-tops where she sits 1021|Asleep in her garden. Only once 1021|A shepherd passes through that way. 1021|The tree-top is a temple where 1021|They sacrifice to the god of wine. 1021|Her face is as white as an angel's, 1021|With eyes so dim that they seem stars. 1021|Her hands are roses, and her mouth 1021|Is lips of wine--a rose. And where 1021|She sits, a rose-dream is born. 1021|She spreads her arms and her limbs are spread 1021|In the light of the sunset sky, 1021|Like a rose. Her hair is black. 1021|Her hair, like the dark leaf's hair 1021|Of Eden's garden. That is why 1021|She is so white. She is a star 1021|Under the heavens. Oh, she is white! 1021|I wonder if the rose 1021|Crusts upon her body. 1021|Crusts are on her hair-- 1021|Ah, the soul within her hair! 1021|And white are the lips upon her lips. 1021|Ah, the white rose leaf 1021|In her bosom and the black leaf rustling. 1021|How strange she seems, so beautiful. 1021|I wonder if the wine 1021|Gleams in those dark dark eyes so glad. 1021|I wonder if the black leaf rustling 1021|Into the roses rustling. 1021|Ah, those dark eyes so fond! 1021|Ah, the dark rose leaf 1021|In the hands of the white rose flower. 1021|Hark, a little little bird 1021|Is singing beneath the tree. 1021|Oh, where's the rose? Ah, that rose! 1021|A black leaf rustles under it. 1021|(That's the rose!) Ah, I wish the music 1021|Would spread till I forgot it. 1021|I hear the silver bell 1021|Ringing, ringing! Ah, my darling, 1021|Where's the rose? to the bright blue sky. 1021|Where is the rose? Ah, do you know? 1021|The black leaf rustling. So the sun 1021|Is shining bright under the trees. 1021|A golden smile on your beautiful face, 1021|A face and a voice of music! 1021|Ah, then you'll come home safely, 1021|A rose under the blue sky, 1021|A voice singing and a soul singing-- 1021|Two beautiful things will never be one. 1021|I could see in a picture 1021|A beautiful girl in red. 1021|(Ah, the red rose! 1021|She has a crimson face!) 1021|Or, a dancer 1021|Who will dance to a tune. 1021|Ah, the red rose! 1021|She has red flowers on her hair. 1021|(Ah, red wine on her eyelids!) 1021|Or, the girl who has lost her way 1021|In a desert land. 1021|Ah, the red rose! 1021|She is lost in the yellow sand! 1021|(Ah, red rose! 1021|She crumples up her hair!) 1021|Or, the man who must buy 1021|Something new for his love. 1021|Ah, the red rose! 1021|It has splashed its face in blood. 1021|(Ah, red rose! 1021|It burst with tear-drops on it!) 1021|Or, the boy that has never known 1021|A kiss in his life. 1021|Ah, the red rose! 1021|It has shed its soul out. 1021|(Ah, red rose! 1021|It is white and long and white!) 1021|Or, the man who will try 1021|To buy something and have none. 1021|Ah, the red rose! 1021|It has turned to a shell! 1021|(Ah, white rose, white rose!) 1021|Or, the man who'll give 1021|All he has in life. 1021|Ah, the red rose! 1021|It has been and done away. 1021 ======================================== SAMPLE 24420 ======================================== 34235|And as I sat and watched him stand, 34235|He leaned his body to his knee 34235|And raised his head and looked at me. 34235|I almost thought he spoke too plain, 34235|And so I touched the boy's hand, 34235|And then the boy leaned down and smiled, 34235|And softly answered, "I love you." 34235|We were two little children, only a year old, 34235|Sister Flora shepherded us as she drave; 34235|There was nought to be seen on the green grass you'd stray 34235|But the long green grass, or the little green hedges stray-- 34235|And the very hedges seem as they once to be laden 34235|With the hedgerows of the English horizon. 34235|And what was Summer, but an autumnal sky, 34235|And what was the land, but a landscape sad and old? 34235|And what was a boy but a boy of Autumn-tide, 34235|And what was a farmer but a farmer of Spring! 34235|I will not say in what a heart grew a-beating 34235|For one touch of a lad's hand in those hours of dreamy bliss-- 34235|When the eyes of the dear little one on my knee, 34235|And the sight of the little flower on the orchard-wall, 34235|Seem now half-born and full of a sweet feverish blee, 34235|And the soul of the boy and boyhood yet away--away. 34235|And what was a garden, but the sight of a spring 34235|That burst its bank to a sunlit, orchard-green glen? 34235|Then, when I dream and the vision is beating stronger, 34235|And the dream takes wings to leap high over the place where I lie, 34235|And with wings of hope and a wall of defiance 34235|I come back to the place where I once was and know that I am 34235|Here where the little ones love and they whooat if I be not there 34235|I sit him beside and we sing some tune of our choosing. 34235|So we set to the tune and I sing the song that it is:-- 34235|And there have I come to, with the old-time spring and the roses 34235|So here is the way, 34235|With our hearts all a-flutter 34235|For joy to greet them here,-- 34235|With our hearts all a-flutter 34235|And, oh, what a joy to look at the spring, 34235|With its little olden things, 34235|And the trees all alive with song 34235|For joy to hear the words 34235|That never did us part-- 34235|That never did us part 34235|When we were children with our eyes on the ground. 34235|We have a little garden, and there's a lot to do 34235|On the pleasant hills beyond the woods of the Firth of Merse. 34235|Here in the garden there is blossoming, blue and red 34235|And the birds are bonny as ever tune on a Maying day. 34235|And oh, when summer grows with its draping of green, 34235|And the children gather here in a merry band, 34235|Then this is the tune we remember in the spring 34235|We knew and knew as true as any on a Maying day. 34235|Oh, we have heard of roses and they are sweet, 34235|And of lilacs and their dainty raiment, 34235|But the rose that we bring for Father this day 34235|Is most truly of a tender olden tongue. 34235|Oh, we have heard of lilacs and they grow 34235|In fields by the comely green hills, 34235|And of lilacs and roses by the roadside, 34235|And of lilacs and the brooks and the cattle-crowd. 34235|'Mid the old-fashioned gay little lanes 34235|We gather here at eve and gather still, 34235|At morn they are happy and at evening gay, 34235|But this is a tune they remember well-- 34235|'Mid the roses by the roadside, 34235|Oh, it is sweet to dream of the roses by the way. 34235|And so it was when, at the age ======================================== SAMPLE 24430 ======================================== 1246|I could not tell it all;--it is my fault-- 1246|My folly. I am sorry for you--or me. 1246|The wind is blowing south; the air is chill, 1246|The grasses whisper, and the cedars frown. 1246|They are afraid of us; they are afraid 1246|Of all the dangers we may bring upon them. 1246|I have no place to hide in, now, now. 1246|Let us have done with him. I will not care 1246|For people thinking that I am afraid. 1246|My mind is at rest. I am calm enough. 1246|Why do you ask me, sir? 1246|There is no one else in the world, if you please, 1246|Ready to give you a real good shove: 1246|There are no other people to be shovelled. 1246|But there is one 1246|Who can give you a real great shove, 1246|Who is ready for any circumstances. 1246|There are no other people who are ready. 1246|I am yours, dear, in case you know it,--so I say. 1246|My mind is so much in the present, and your mind, too. 1246|I am ready for any circumstances. 1246|I can give a real good shove; I can give you a real good shove 1246|With a touch of courage; but my mind is away. 1246|And you know how you know it? 1246|Well, then, you must go. 1246|(He puts her hands and then his trousers on.) 1246|What, you don't remember? 1246|That's good! 1246|You have heard the tales they tell about her. 1246|Don't I? I must! There is something to hear and see. 1246|I can give me a real good shove; I can give you a real good shove, 1246|As long as I have this and those things beside me. 1246|I will have you know my old companion, 1246|Drake. This is the man who lived upon a plantain: 1246|We were friends down in Finscouth once, and all our skips 1246|By Finscouth were sweet times. Well! I am going. 1246|I always can be found at Finscouth. 1246|I will go there sometime; but I don't know when. 1246|I shall see you,--there's the railway station. 1246|You are in. I have a feeling that I can see you there 1246|And you will--that is right. Thank you. 1246|It is just the same. I did you a good turn-up. 1246|And you? 1246|(He pulls her down to kiss her.) 1246|You are not afraid to kiss me again. 1246|As long as you are not afraid. 1246|I must have a drink, or it will be too late. 1246|How long has it been you've kept us out of my way? 1246|Don't make me out to be a prude, but--say,-- 1246|You are not afraid of me, are you?--and yet, 1246|There is no one else I like more than you, 1246|And you like me. And I like the man you are. 1246|I said I should like you more from a friend, 1246|And that friend's not far away. 1246|Then I am not afraid. Good-night, my dear. 1246|My life will be coming out of its bed, 1246|And I know I look at you too much after, 1246|And that is why I look at you after you. 1246|Don't say I am a silly thing to laugh at. 1246|This is my own room, not theirs. They have put me back there 1246|Where I shall just lie forever, a little restless, 1246|A little anxious, very much afraid, and a little sorry. 1246|I should like to have my room here. 1246|Yes, the air is too much for me. 1246|The rooms are different here. If you can come down, 1246|I will teach you something. Let us talk in the bed, 1246|I would like to help ======================================== SAMPLE 24440 ======================================== 2620|Or sleep the sleep of love, 2620|For love is a sweet, a long, 2620|And precious life for him. 2620|Let those that weep at all, 2620|Make their sweet tears a dress, 2620|For when their hearts are sad, 2620|The heart will weep for him. 2620|Wings from the wind 2620|Fly and fall like a stream 2620|Out of the sky; 2620|The wild white foam is there, 2620|All white and still, as sleep, 2620|And the moon comes down among 2620|To watch the waters pray,-- 2620|Sleep, Sleep, Love, sleep. 2620|The sun will shine on the hill, and he will shine on the sea, 2620|The sea for lovers that love and the sun to be; 2620|And there will be music sweet, and the rose shall take fruit 2620|All the sweet days and nights! 2620|Come, let us be at home together! 2620|When the Spring comes gaily, 2620|With its buds and its herbarium, 2620|We'll be at home together! 2620|Sweet is the air when the leaves are opening, 2620|And the brooks are laughing; 2620|But sweeter the green hills, and the valleys, 2620|And the fields, and the valleys! 2620|Down yonder in yon town 2620|There stands a house of prayer, 2620|Built in the Gothic style, 2620|Underneath a college dome, 2620|Pilgrim-shifts are told 2620|At the closing of each Sabbath service 2620|To the organ's sound, 2620|With a slow and solemn tread 2620|Up to the heavenly heights, 2620|Whence never mortal eagle flew 2620|From Sumter's height; 2620|To where the Lord God sate 2620|In his house the black and gable tower; 2620|By his arched window two may hear 2620|The court-gathere-house ticking; 2620|On a heap of tarry earths 2620|Buried years recline, 2620|And each year builds a new one, from the seeds sown 2620|When tarrying began. 2620|And every year adds a hundred, 2620|A thousand, a thousand, 2620|More and more; 2620|Till the arched window's pitched high 2620|And smothered sky 2620|Looks like a vat of vats of wine 2620|Glassed over with lead. 2620|And now yon new temple, grey and hoary, 2620|To all its sons unknown, 2620|As a sea-washed Galilean saint, unsung, 2620|In the dust of two mighty kings 2620|Shall be thrown to dust. 2620|And that new temple, from whence again 2620|This noise of ages ceasing, 2620|Shall be snapt in twain, 2620|Each godling with an infant's soul 2620|Singing, with a sound like thunder, 2620|Up to its topmost arches crying 2620|For all earth's offspring of day. 2620|And there will be found 2620|Familiar faces of old time, 2620|From the land they came, in form and feature, 2620|Now silent and at rest. 2620|There fair Suspicion shall be seen, 2620|Shaded by mossy walls and blossomed with flowers, 2620|And there the silent victim of justice 2620|Shall wait for the judgment calling; 2620|And a long-deserted town, in whose sands 2620|Rich antiquities are hid, 2620|Shall echo with plaintive wailing 2620|Her mournful news from those who brave 2620|The hazard of time and tide 2620|In the toil profaning her loveliness: 2620|And she shall hail with joy the coming 2620|Of the eternal age that promises 2620|New life to lost creation. 2620|But thou that on high'st those visions shining, 2620|From the lips of song and music, 2620|In thy sad spirit hallow, 2620|Let thy spirit come as dawn, as morning, 2620|Un ======================================== SAMPLE 24450 ======================================== 8672|A-waltzing, a-trotting, 8672|A-jigging, a-trotting, 8672|A-jigging, a-trotting 8672|To the woods and fields. 8672|A-waltzing, a-trotting, 8672|A-jigging, a-trotting 8672|To the woods and fields! 8672|A-singing, a-trotting, 8672|A-singing, a-trotting 8672|To the cornfield and the clover. 8672|A-bawling, a-fiddling, 8672|A-bawling, a-trotting, 8672|A-bawling, a-fiddling, 8672|To the plough and plough. 8672|A-singing, a-trotting, 8672|A-singing, a-trotting 8672|To the woods and fields. 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over," 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over,"-- 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over." 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late as ever I'd be done," 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over." 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over," 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over." 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over," 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over." 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over," 8672|"My dear, I've kept you late from being over." 8672|"My dear, I'm sorry it must have happened," 8672|"My dear, I'm sorry it must have happened,"-- 8672|"My dear, I'm sorry it must have happened." 8672|The wind blew south-west by east, 8672|The wind blew east by west, 8672|And the wind went on blowing till 8672|It blew it off Westward to a bay; 8672|The storm came fast on, and its force 8672|Made the ships to stray far away 8672|And let the clouds go by on the blue, 8672|But where the sails were 8672|Heap up and take on the gale and the storm, 8672|And the ship be home at last 8672|With her a week unclouded by the moon, 8672|No cloud o'er her at all, 8672|And her half way house a house to keep, 8672|Where she may, her roof down, sleep by day. 8672|Where the sea foam is, to be warm 8672|And see her garden and her trees. 8672|Where the sea foam is, to be warm 8672|And where the ship takes in the foam, 8672|That she may be steady and be steady 8672|And stand firm, like a rock. 8672|And no one, she's sure, for their eyes and eyes 8672|May know of the trouble she's in, 8672|'Till that's out, and the clouds get on in the air, 8672|And the ship's to harbour and the wind come on, 8672|And the weather change to a squall, 8672|With the ship to land and 'em throw the door wide, 8672|But the soul and good will of the ship will come on, 8672|With the land awhile asleep. 8672|Then let not the storm knock as the waves knock, 8672|But let neither him nor her go by 8672|The shore, when the wind has worn out the sea, 8672|And the ship's at sea. 8672|But that you must take from the life of the land to the sea, 8672|And that the soul of the ship may have peace in the sea 8672|And the ship at anchor in the bay, 8672|Where you may be comforted when the storm's over 8672|And the ship in the grave on the sand. 8672|And never a man be found but's old, or feeble, or sick, 8672|No matter how poor a man may be, or how poor ======================================== SAMPLE 24460 ======================================== 18238|And yet I am the only brother on earth that's less than great! 18238|You'd think that they would know each other, so they do; 18238|If they only knew, from all their little talk, that I have a mind 18238|To stand for the things I say. 18238|There was a time of the year 18238|When I was a boy, 18238|And even to think of you has a sense 18238|Of the joys and the pain 18238|Of early May. 18238|How much of summer we had to live in, and to keep awake 18238|If a sweetheart came here with only a kiss,--if I had a wife 18238|Who would not find my home life dull! 18238|But now, too, I find it much more pleasant to dwell in the past, 18238|And to think of old times so brightly; 18238|For a friend of mine, a youth of the South, and a man that I knew, 18238|Had written a letter in our old burg, 18238|And the world was going on. 18238|It was written with a little red 18238|Letter of the heart in the 18238|Chappered hand that held a pen, 18238|Of the man who lived and loved me, dear, 18238|And wrote it on the paper; 18238|With a note of the words of the Old Testament, 18238|As is the custom in my town, 18238|And he wrote it at a place of worship 18238|In memory of me. 18238|And I know it is the truth, and I know what was said in the letter, 18238|And he was at my side, 18238|And there was the Old Testament before him,--all sweet to my sight; 18238|To be a man, though a boy! 18238|And I think my friend in the letter knew what was in me, dear, 18238|And his hand shook as he wrote it. 18238|He wrote in his own blood, and now, 18238|When I think of the old time, 18238|I see the New Testament open, and so brightly writ, 18238|And I hear the words that thrill,-- 18238|"Come away and join the choir and follow the Master, 18238|And your neighbor, ah, may be more than you think, 18238|And you will see Him smile!" 18238|And then a sudden blinding flash 18238|Of light from His face, and a voice in my ear 18238|That seemed to say, 18238|"I am the light of your door and the light of your track; 18238|I am the light of your eyes and the voice of your child; 18238|And I am the voice of your child, and the Word of the Lord; 18238|And I am a blazing fire behind your back, 18238|And the Word of the Lord is the Word of the Lord is mine! 18238|And where I have trod I have trod upon the Lord!" 18238|I think of the words the Old Testament writes in the heart, 18238|How the voice is heard and the warning borne, 18238|And the voice it saith-- 18238|"Serve Him in darkness and hold it not too long! 18238|It is enough, oh, serve Him in days of darkness! 18238|And, at the judgment, I will find you a place 18238|Where there shall be no house!" 18238|I want to go, for I can see the old street, 18238|And the houses along the shore; 18238|And the little town at the end of the road, 18238|And the water all a-whell! 18238|But I dare not let the water crowd my arms, 18238|And I dare not let the hills stand still, 18238|And I dare not let me hear the bells, 18238|And the streets for me go down! 18238|I dare not stand before the judgment-seat, 18238|And I dare not stand, I fear, 18238|When I see the man I used to be, 18238|And the life that's gone away. 18238|I've got the papers: the life was fair, 18238|The work was sweet, the money was good; 18238|I've got the papers with the money 18238|And the family with the man. ======================================== SAMPLE 24470 ======================================== 1318|And this, too, is to blame, if only I could 1318 - 1318|The things I said and that I felt were, indeed, 1318|Unworthy I. They're the truth, so it's plain, 1318|But they are not the whole truth, do they? You know, 1318|In the old time, when my work was not done 1318|By a long twenty days with its dreary cares, 1318|And sorrow and weariness and fatigue 1318|That made me look and feel as if I were going back 1318|Into the old times, do what you will, 1318|My brother's name would give me pain, I think, 1318|For it means "I was there, but I am not." 1318|It also means "I have done with the old ways" 1318|And "I am tired of the old times." 1318|In these lonely fields you can hear the cattle barking 1318|Where the low grass clings and twangs, and the long grass grows 1318|Swayed to the sky by the wind. 1318|I know the old ways and I love them, 1318|They have done with old faults and a new heart, 1318|They are all the old ways, and in all other ways 1318|The old ways mean the old things. 1318|It's when you lose your voice it's, 1318|When you start to speak and all your face is turning 1318|Black like a coal-black in the flame, 1318|Like when you run suddenly to the side, 1318|And there is weeping in your eyes, 1318|Then you lose the voice, and the words and the colour, 1318|You are speechless, mute, with a white face, 1318|Losing in life the life in the dead 1318|Way with you in each other's. 1318|If I have spoken the word you love, 1318|And you let me go straight away. 1318|Oh, you shall see him through the smoke and the black 1318|Torture, with the eyes that were clear as glass 1318|And the face where a woman could dream and die, 1318|Withered and old, with never a breath to show! 1318|He saw her standing on the pave, 1318|He saw her in the sun. 1318|To-day she was still and cold. 1318|To-day her eyes were closed to the hot air. 1318|The hot air poured in on her, 1318|He said: "To-morrow you shall live again, 1318|You shall still be sweet to me." 1318|I wonder why you are so far gone, 1318|Or what the word you have lost. 1318|And if for him it means to be alive, 1318|And if it means to hear and see, 1318|And if it means to hold out. 1318|If he has found the word and strength 1318|To work for his friend today, 1318|And if he can bring the poor man food 1318|And clothe him in the clothes of toiling, 1318|And help him in his need, 1318|We are all of us part of his work, 1318|For he has given us to live, 1318|We are all of us part of his will, 1318|He gave us to live through the years. 1318|You will come back, you will not miss so much 1318|This woman who is not the same. 1318|For she is the woman we knew once, 1318|But she has been long gone. 1318|She comes with her face to us as our own, 1318|But that was the first face to us, 1318|Her eyes are our friend, 1318|She comes with her body for our comfort, 1318|Like the others, and her voice will be glad. 1318|You are not so lonely as she has been, 1318|The words of another, 1318|And yet you do not look at each other 1318|With eyes of a stranger. 1318|Let us be sure, let us be true to each other, 1318|For we cannot be lonely as she has been, 1318|But we two are two. 1318|The old men in the street and the children in homes 1318| ======================================== SAMPLE 24480 ======================================== 10493|There were seven of the little ladies, 10493|And all the babies, for the babies, they didn't wait one minute for 10493|We have all known one another, 10493|We have all heard one another's laughter: 10493|It's just a little moment that we 10493|Have been apart, that's all. 10493|We were the big, big sheep, and then 10493|We were the little little goats: 10493|That joke isn't funny to you; 10493|I'll give you something better:— 10493|Your shepherd didn't care 10493|(He's no sheep, you know, and so 10493|He didn't know how to drive), 10493|But he had a thing for you. 10493|It was at night. We were coming home, 10493|And in the car he made a move 10493|"I hate your lookin’!" said he. 10493|"That’s right," I said, and kissed him. 10493|He made a smart abdicate. 10493|And then we saw him with that thing. 10493|We were so frightened, that’s all." 10493|"We shouldn’t have," said I; "I guess 10493|The sheep has something too; 10493|But it was no use, and so 10493|We couldn’t do any harm. 10493|You mustn’t think they are two sheep 10493|When they’re one in love with you." 10493|The lambkin he looked bright, I wis, 10493|Then down at little Willie, 10493|And as he’d come for to kiss me, 10493|The dainty sheep came too: 10493|Then I saw that it was all over, 10493|And that Willie’s tail was gone. 10493|It may seem strange, but I once did 10493|Like this were a little baby; 10493|And when at night you heard me cry, 10493|I thought I heard you call from me. 10493|When at day I dreamed of evening, 10493|When I talked with friends of the day, 10493|I never once dreamed of you; 10493|I never once thought of you. 10493|And when at midnight the little stars 10493|Appeared upon the blue skies, 10493|All little, sweet I wished they were: 10493|They were my own, my own little stars. 10493|I was one of those sleepy sheep, 10493|Lonely in hill and wood, 10493|I wish I’d done with sheep. 10493|I wish I’d dreamed of sheep, 10493|The old, good dream, the good old dream. 10493|Oh, when you were a little boy and I a youth full of glee, 10493|I dreamed of the green valley where the white sheep are, 10493|And the wild rose that never is sodden with dew. 10493|And in your play you wandered, and in your lesson longed, 10493|My bosom-friend, for love’s sake, when you were not nigh, 10493|And I wished I had been the herdsman that I was now. 10493|When at last in the world of pleasure I am blest and blest, 10493|And happy with the world, I envy nothing now. 10493|In peace’s fair land I do not care. 10493|My joys are endless, and my tears are always many, 10493|And my heart is heavy, when my eyes are not asleep. 10493|My bosom-friend, I’m glad no one now cares. 10493|For all the world is joyous to me. 10493|I’m proud to think I have not once doubted you, 10493|I’ve had your counsel never wrong, 10493|And your advice never rashly made, 10493|But with fond affection watched over you. 10493|So I’m on the throne of my eternity, 10493|And no one has a wrong to me. 10493|To all my blest and happiest friends I leave, 10493|To the bright and pleasant days of yore. 10493|The golden hours of happiness at hand 10493|With my faithful, little darling friend, ======================================== SAMPLE 24490 ======================================== 2130|He'll take thee where thou wilt, at least." 2130|"He's dead," he muttered mournfully, 2130|And turned away, with hurried pace, 2130|And scarce aware his footsteps drew 2130|Behind his horse: all fear was dead 2130|In him, as he turned with a start, 2130|And stammered, half in haste, his speech. 2130|"Thou'dst have done the same! how could she live? 2130|'Twas pity, father, pity bear 2130|A girl who struggled so. She would die. 2130|Thou hast me in thy power to be, 2130|And, as thou sayest, I will do! 2130|Yes, yes; I will, in some way or other: 2130|A man I love will be thy son." 2130|Fain would we be, ere life be flown, 2130|By sorrow, pain, and sorrow blest; 2130|Fain would we be, ere life be done, 2130|By death and misery's gloom; 2130|Fain would we be, ere life has ceased, 2130|And leave behind this hapless clay, 2130|We think we've done with sorrows long. 2130|"O, father! tell me where thou art!" 2130|It came from out the empty air! 2130|It said--"I know not where to flee 2130|Lest the sweet day should never cease 2130|Until that I love thee dear." 2130|"I'm here, my child, I'm here!" said her heart, 2130|It spoke in passion: "Father, thy breath 2130|Is sweet upon my lip!" 2130|"I'm dead," with bloodshot eyes and pale. 2130|"I am dead," said life, "nor shall I die 2130|Or find a new one till I am dead. 2130|"I must go back to the old world; 2130|I cannot stay longer: ah, father, 2130|Ah, father! the old world is lost. 2130|"The old world is gone, and the new 2130|Is building up, and the last rose 2130|Is withering to the root." 2130|"The old world and the new world are parted,-- 2130|The new world will not keep a brother,-- 2130|They shall not wed!" The child said it, 2130|And closed her dream with a sob. 2130|"Come, brother, come, see that they wed; 2130|I have dreamed much of an old world, 2130|Longed from that white dawn of heaven 2130|To be a child once more." 2130|"And shall not they, O father, wed,--" 2130|The child said, "if they love us?" 2130|The old man said with his deep, calm-seen, 2130|Gazed eyes, "Why, he shall love me, 2130|Ere he can live." 2130|"Come, brother, look on my child." 2130|"I see that they love her fair; 2130|I see that they keep up their lives, 2130|And the old world, too, they cherish, 2130|And have made for her." 2130|"You shall not--" cried the child, sobbing, 2130|She held her head, a whitener pale, 2130|"I cannot bear to see you die. 2130|Farewell, father! farewel, farewel! 2130|Father, father, thou art glad. 2130|O, be at peace!" 2130|The old man turned not, but he raised 2130|His broad, brown hand, and grasped his knees, 2130|And said, with a silent smile,-- 2130|"No, no; we have loved her long. 2130|"We have had many a happy day." 2130|The child looked up, her eyes so wide; 2130|At last she raised her white lips dry, 2130|And the old man answered, "Father, 2130|I fear her heart will break." 2130|We have loved her long. 2130|They have had many a happy day. 2130|I love you, you are very good; 2130|I have often found you swift ======================================== SAMPLE 24500 ======================================== 17270|When they doth come within a bowr or mew, 17270|And so doth drownde, and so doth doun, 17270|Wit will neuer gete such goode and good 17270|That it may not be wonderfull, 17270|The whiche will come to the harte at the last, 17270|But, so will I be, though it fall downe 17270|Neuer neuer to a neyghbour neere. 17270|O who would be wonderfull 17270|Al is in my mynde, the whiche is 17270|Thy soule, O God who art Thy selfe, 17270|Thou that dost thy selfe with no vse 17270|To give it a fairer shewe 17270|Than the richest dowle in the worlde 17270|With vse of true vertue and grace. 17270|Be not afraid for thy selfe, 17270|Thy soule can never be free; 17270|If thynke it doth not in it selfe, 17270|It is an unworthy thing; 17270|For if thou make thy soule sole lorde 17270|To be a lyter of thy selfe 17270|Thou art of right ded and drest. 17270|But if by lyke wylful art 17270|Thou dost thy selfe make thy selfe lyke; 17270|And lykewootest thou no more 17270|Then by lyke to his owne lyfe: 17270|For if thou do in it selfe lyke 17270|Then lyke wylful art it fayne 17270|To be a lyter of his owne lyfe. 17270|This is a great commandment to a man of consciences, in case of a 17270|I would that thou wist it, I pray The Wore 17270|It is a mocke thing in man to knowe 17270|A man who knewe a man of consciences 17270|Whan thou art grown untried, I dare tolde, 17270|Whan thou art by a man of consciences 17270|And a man of blood, so hard to be got. 17270|Alle<33.2> the way fayre of myn estate 17270|Was that I would for this man be seen, 17270|Or that of another man, for the cause 17270|That one of lyeth both the se and heare. 17270|How can he be get, whom thou wylt nere 17270|Him lyke thy brother lyke thy brother, 17270|Whan to thy soule thy lyfe hath nat forfenden? 17270|And, al this, by a man of consciences, 17270|Whiche doth not seem to me no falsnesse. 17270|Yet whan thou art by a man of consciences 17270|Thy leman and thy lord have myn hond 17270|And I am come by myn selfe, I trow, 17270|That I may be in him, and euermore 17270|In thee alway. 17270|Thus hath this werk of mine enformed me. 17270|And God, who meketh all things good! 17270|Whi that for my soule wende have I 17270|To be so fayr, than that this werk do fende, 17270|That I may be content 17270|Hou the man to whom I most afferme 17270|A man that hath by him the thinges deformed<33.3> 17270|And me in all his worke forsake 17270|And do me good, that I may be in his, 17270|And my self be content 17270|For he wold do me hise owne desires. 17270|What though his desires forsake me 17270|And he forsake me for his riven sight? 17270|My loue that can so hardy grace 17270|To his owne name may so gladly lend 17270|That I in him his owne name maintaine 17270|And his that take of me their meane 17270|Shall for my sake take of me also, 17270|And Ile for his sake forsake 17270| ======================================== SAMPLE 24510 ======================================== 1008|Which to my eyes appear'd a bright flaming star; 1008|A sign conductive, as is to mortals given 1008|By that which it doth show. The mighty sign 1008|Closure, more than mortal, did enshrine. 1008|As th' everlasting voice from heaven was mute, 1008|Man, who the mighty purpose of the place 1008|Was trying to unravel, to my guide thus 1008|Addressed: "O thou, who in the sight of God 1008|All human knowledge exacts, who lookst in vain 1008|For the revealed things! Now, now I find, 1008|Thou art indeed the son of God, and knowest 1008|More than all the rest, regarding me 1008|With countenance most benighted and most glad. 1008|But who art thou, that's darting forth thy look 1008|So wildly through my breast? A universal shade, 1008|Not thine nor any others, sent to prove 1008|My faithfulness, and of such evil power 1008|Assist me." With such prompt reply returned 1008|His glorious Maker; "What thereto maysti be, 1008|Heart of my heart, who hopes so greatly to win 1008|My free acceptance, sets my life at full. 1008|But answer me the question most require, 1008|Ere light abide: for thou from question iest, 1008|Into far sensation shalt i' th' abyss." 1008|Then thus my Guide: "Once, while I was yet a child, 1008|This creature, laudably termed light, which thou 1008|Hast framed into being, thro' the living seat 1008|Of the eternal love my parent gave me, 1008|Sway'd me from sublimity unto that love, 1008|Wherewith, o'er all simple and intelligent things, 1008|The mighty system to their knowledge is sign'd. 1008|And thou didst, of God the holy, in that birth, 1008|Through thy dual nature, good and evil, taste; 1008|So that to both alike the power is sake. 1008|Good without desire is in thy nature sow'd, 1008|Self-hatred then ruleth o'er thy human heart. 1008|But faith, by which thou believest the truth approximated, 1008|And which deemst evil as unworthy to be so prais'd, 1008|And by which thou believest that which need is to know, 1008|And in which, verity makes thee a sharer, 1008|I will to thee teach, how to love and to adore, 1008|With a true faith, that shalt not need Arguments." 1008|Now the body, that by will is chang'd, hath laws 1008|By th' Eternal Works, which not all understand. 1008|Of force and of potency it has its centre 1008|In virtue entitled "Love," that moves from pole 1008|To pole, in quest of perfectness of joy. 1008|If there wants prove, that love also is sprung 1008|From hope, then this must needs be a strange thing, 1008|Where two natures, free and mutually responsive, 1008|Labouring in mutual cooperation, should mix. 1008|These, free to change food, are known to be breath; 1008|And, as their life depends on the medium breath'd, 1008|So must the other depend on the light that meets 1008|Their eye; through which, when opposing, they come 1008|So far in contact, that the one tends to rule 1008|The other, and the former wins; which, to the eye 1008|Pertaining the only to that, resemblance 1008|Is mere phantom, not substantial matter. 1008|The kitten, whom we sometimes see, when he feareth, 1008|Led by the rein, that coils him round the manger, 1008|Thus listens: while the man, who is averse, 1008|Sits mute at the first, he seeming seems to scan 1008|Motionless round; then springs inquisitive gaze, 1008|That takes no farther path than that direct 1008|It came at, pointing to the goal of all, 1008|Which, clearly seen, is the sweet attendant now 1008|Of their sweet master. Where ======================================== SAMPLE 24520 ======================================== 3305|Away from all our joys. 3305|He who was most beloved of men 3305|Breathed out his soul to God 3305|Like a lost bird from the skies, 3305|And when I came to my Father's side. 3305|My soul, your soul is dear. 3305|My soul, my soul is good. 3305|You come and weep when I am dead 3305|With the warm sunbeams in your hair. 3305|Oh, my dear, my loved one, 3305|Our Father's smile is bright, 3305|And now my life is sweet like roses, 3305|And I will wait in death 3305|For you come back to me. 3305|The great city of the sky 3305|Has given me a little room for prayer, 3305|That there I may kneel on "The Mount." 3305|There is one room of the tall old building, 3305|The walls are red brick, 3305|But all the window sways and bows, 3305|The roof is bare-- 3305|A gray and silent city of clouds. 3305|In the sky above me 3305|Is only a gray and sad sky. 3305|I cannot see the stars; 3305|The stars are far away, 3305|For I am far from home. 3305|But the dim city of the earth, 3305|In which I live is wide, 3305|And the great cathedral's spire 3305|Is my very pride. 3305|The church is small, I know, 3305|And narrow and bare; 3305|But my Father's love has made it good; 3305|And I have waited there 3305|Years before you came. 3305|The cathedral has low walls 3305|And gray towers as tall 3305|As the old red church of Rome 3305|And a gray smoke through the dark of night, 3305|That is rising from its roof. 3305|I have waited since you came; 3305|But now I wait, and my heart 3305|Pores on the shadows of the sky 3305|To hear a strange wind pass. 3305|The gray dust of the city 3305|Comes and shakes the street 3305|Of busy life; 3305|But I think you have come back 3305|To kneel at the high altar in the sun 3305|Of my soul and earth. 3305|We had heard the wind 3305|Sweep the streets so dark 3305|They were like the red night. 3305|But a small wind in our hearts 3305|Rang like the bells of Christmas, 3305|And we heard 3305|A music 3305|Of voices on Christmas bells. 3305|Here on my altar 3305|In this room with my love, 3305|My arms are warm with the love and the rest 3305|I know you will find 3305|Of living as you were dead. 3305|You must come back 3305|To your Father's hand, 3305|For the night wind fills the world 3305|With a silence, 3305|And the wind is the sound of a dream. 3305|The old red church stands silent, 3305|And the old gray walls are still. 3305|The night wind sings a song at the windows, 3305|And a woman's voice 3305|Is still, and a silent song of the night-- 3305|O song of the wind of my soul! 3305|The day is black that stands in the garden 3305|As silent as the tomb of the night. 3305|The moon is shining, 3305|The night wind sings. 3305|The black leaves fall in the tree branches, 3305|The little birds flaunt their gray. 3305|They will be quiet when I'm away. 3305|I will come back to them at dawn of the day. 3305|The night wind sings a song at the window 3305|Of the room at my feet that you love so much. 3305|But the night grows silent at the end of the garden, 3305|And the day becomes a dull, gray dream. 3305|So I will come back to the garden, 3305|And kiss you and tell you and weep and rest. 3305|For the night wind shall whisper ======================================== SAMPLE 24530 ======================================== 15370|When he came to me in my bed, 15370|And just as I was shutting off the light, 15370|He fell into a wonderful snore! 15370|In the middle of this snore I felt _some_ sense, 15370|And my head got so large that the doctor he laughed 15370|Because my head was so big and heavy! 15370|"And why you don't _sleep_, you little old hunch, 15370|When _I_ _can_ sleep, thank Heaven!" 15370|I was a bad little old goat, 15370|I was a bad little old goat, 15370|I was a bad little old goat, 15370|I was a bad little old goat, 15370|And when I'd _sleep_, I _waked_ anon, 15370|And slept it off, anon, anon. 15370|When I did not get any sleep, 15370|The doctor he laughed loud anon, 15370|And said, "Now, boy, pray wake, anon! 15370|The cat will take you any minute." 15370|And I could not stir- 15370|"Your cat, my good little old goat--" 15370|It seems he's gone, 15370|And I wonder where they have tucked 15370|That little-big-mouth'd cat; 15370|Or who has done that big-mouth'd cat 15370|To eat, an eat, an eat. 15370|"Why, there's the little old Goat----" 15370|"Aha, your highness!" 15370|It sounds as if his name, "Gulciel," 15370|Were running wild 15370|Through the streets of Rome, to-day, 15370|And "Gulciel" here's a-calling today! 15370|There used to be a little old man of Denmark, 15370|Who was so big that no one ever could him climb; 15370|He was always saying what he took in his speech, 15370|In a language not understood by his fellows. 15370|The Greeks and Romans both would fain have seized on him, 15370|But he managed to keep on saying what he took in his speech. 15370|There was a little old man of England, 15370|With a little old head, 15370|And a mouth all gaily bound, 15370|And a nose that never yawned. 15370|And I would not wish to be that man of England, 15370|That I might be able to make his life one long sigh; 15370|But there's one thing that I know that he does not-- 15370|That he never will be understood by that head well. 15370|I can not write in our modern form of prose, 15370|But I can write in a more musical language. 15370|If the little old head can hold his dear head, 15370|Then the little old legs will soon stand on their feet. 15370|I was once on the point of writing a novel, 15370|But the thought of the worst execution prevented me; 15370|So the manuscript was received at the hands of Death, 15370|But a ghost came out and demanded my sword and shield. 15370|I remember one evening the king was at a feast, 15370|And the host for the king's entertainment provided us. 15370|I made fun of the little old head that I was eating: 15370|"The man you are eating is little, a long, long way." 15370|But when the king asked for a toast with a punch each for punch, 15370|I said: "I am the little old head that was being eaten, 15370|But my book you may put by and go to the rest of us." 15370|So he took mine up, 15370|And we roared at each other 15370|In a most delicious way, 15370|Until the host said of our excesses, 15370|"King, the bride and bridegroom are coming, 15370|And the queen is in the parlor." 15370|So we all roared at each other 15370|Until the host cried out again, 15370|"The man you are eating is little, 15370|A long, long way." 15370|I was once on the island of Crecy, 15370|And I saw a great old man in a suit of clothes. ======================================== SAMPLE 24540 ======================================== 18500|Wilt hear it now! and then I'll meet thee. 18500|Thou cam'st not back to tell to me 18500|A tale of love's and joy's alarm, 18500|I fear, for love's sake--I 'm ay pained. 18500|The dreary hour draws on apace, 18500|My weary spirits faint and fain, 18500|My heart still fails in its estate, 18500|And I, in this desart desert, 18500|Am fain to think of love's return. 18500|O had ye but kept these lone wild downs 18500|When lo, at eve, on yonder height, 18500|I sought the dreamy dreamy night, 18500|And found thine image in thine eyes! 18500|Farewell, farewell! 18500|The shades of night steal deep and low 18500|O'er this pale scene, 18500|While the mournful voice of morn I hear,-- 18500|Heav'n never heard my weary strain, 18500|Since the parting day. 18500|I'll soon to thee, 18500|Upon that spreading alders red, 18500|Descend for evermore; 18500|Thou wilt not stay--no, I'll not stay-- 18500|To weep o'er this sad wreck; 18500|But I'll steal to thine abode, 18500|To dwell and die. 18500|Thou wilt not hear the sighing gale 18500|Wear sad possession o'er my breast, 18500|For I'm left alone. 18500|Farewell, farewell! 18500|And shall I see no more thy smile, 18500|When sorrow's course is o'er? 18500|Or shall I hear the voice of thee, 18500|The music of thy song? 18500|I will forget those cares awhile, 18500|To dwell and die. 18500|'Tis said a noble knight of thine 18500|Had once a mistress so fair; 18500|'Tis sung she died in holy loves, 18500|By gushing blood divine. 18500|But, as it pleas'd the cruel maid, 18500|She 'scaped the cruel knight's doom: 18500|In her despair he died by thousands, 18500|And his fair one was saved. 18500|I met a loving mother late, 18500|At a fair, I'm sure you know, 18500|Whose brow, like a vair 'mid roses waving, 18500|Seem'd to the breeze that press'd her. 18500|Her cheek, whose rosy hue I spy, 18500|Shed its dark tinges, and spread, 18500|Till she seem'd all rosy and robed 18500|In a shroud of glowing skies. 18500|Her arms, her eyes, whose joy I saw, 18500|All bloom'd with garlands inviting: 18500|The face that blushed and bow'd was hers,-- 18500|No man-at-arms that e'er was born! 18500|I've heard the mirth in that old family, 18500|And I've seen the mirth I ne'er had seen: 18500|I've heard a jovial dance recite 18500|The praises of the bridegroom's soul, 18500|As all the orbs in heaven he leant, 18500|To soothe his partner's charms. 18500|'Twas to be envied if a man 18500|There'd be a wish to hide it: 18500|If there were fears to be confessed, 18500|Then 'twas a phantom no more. 18500|When first she got her flambeau she sing'd, 18500|The bells were ring'd, the revels sung, 18500|With other joys the hours enrag'd 18500|Of a blithe, joyous, happy crew. 18500|Then, when they gave him to her bosom, 18500|His heart to bind in her embrace, 18500|His bosom to the bosom bind, 18500|All blissful thoughts, all blissful sights 18500|Pass'd through her infant-phantasm's arms. 18500|It chanc'd o'er those two,--but that was 18500|In time--soon there ======================================== SAMPLE 24550 ======================================== 1280|A child of a little country, an old man, 1280|You can see them aflame, though he may feel the heat: 1280|You see a mob in a city of men, 1280|And a fire, I think of it, from all that crowd. 1280|I tell you what, and it is in a secret place-- 1280|That I went to this place to put out my mind. 1280|Bustling through the streets to-day, as I used to do 1280|In the spring-time, I would laugh and dance and be merry, 1280|And have the joy of the town as I used to do. 1280|Yet there was something about the town--the people, 1280|Women and children's faces, and the crowd in the street, 1280|That made me feel as if I was leaving my native country 1280|And going to a foreign place and people. 1280|The women, the women and the women alone, 1280|Weaving the thread of their little life, 1280|And I felt as if I was going abroad, 1280|Abandoning the old life. 1280|Then I went to an old house across the street 1280|Where a little boy lived with his mother 1280|And sister, and played with the old picture 1280|That his father had found with the leaves torn out. 1280|Now you must understand that I wanted to live with this old man. 1280|I had been in love with a girl from the river, 1280|A girl with the same face as his mother, 1280|But we married at the water-side, 1280|Because I thought we would be content together. 1280|Now I will tell you all about it, with the utmost of candor. 1280|He was the kindest and sweetest boy, 1280|And loved to draw pictures of himself, 1280|And painted many such with the same brush, 1280|As you can see them by looking in the gallery. 1280|And I made him out my servant for a month while I was away-- 1280|Till he grew so good looking and graceful in his white garments, 1280|That I found my happiness, and I will not tell you how 1280|Your beauty has led you into trouble. 1280|You cannot blame somebody simply for looking at him, 1280|Who is beautiful enough to be loved. 1280|But you think it a great sin to blame somebody for looking at him! 1280|You cannot blame somebody merely for coming to him 1280|When you could have stayed at home with her or her family, 1280|Or come and come again to meet him in the river 1280|Till he was a poor little child like you. 1280|But he's a poor little child like you, 1280|Who will suffer if you let him come to see you. 1280|He will grow into him with a loving heart, 1280|A spirit of love that will lead him to the river. 1280|You see him looking at the old picture you left behind you, 1280|As if it were his present and only, 1280|And now the old picture is your last, 1280|And the old picture hangs on the walls above you 1280|And speaks to you in a wise and tender language. 1280|'T is but a picture--a few years framed, 1280|A picture in a box, and I am not your landlord, 1280|I am merely a servant, and the old girl's gone and hid the picture. 1280|You look at it and smile. 1280|And the boy who owns it, too, now has made his will, 1280|And he said, 1280|"The old girl would not take the picture from the walls." 1280|I have the pictures now in my hands, 1280|But I will stand by them with my own hands. 1280|I will do any thing you please 1280|To make you feel that you were right. 1280|I can play my parts well, 1280|Paint your picture, draw it 1280|Until it is a picture, 1280|And, if you look at it long and closely, 1280|It shows that you are right. 1280|There's a tale about a child 1280|Who was a stranger to the world. 1280|His father had no money, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 24560 ======================================== 13650|On her great nose, 13650|With a long tongue 13650|And a pretty mouth, 13650|And a nose 13650|That looks all round. 13650|Little baby, do you never yet dream 13650|Of the days when you were really good and fair, 13650|Of the toys and garlands that you used to make? 13650|Of the furs, of the dolls, of the rhymes you wrote? 13650|Of the flowers, of the pastimes you used to know? 13650|Ah! now your little fingers can not do them, 13650|Nor your eyes be closed, while you write you do. 13650|In the olden time, when all your cares and fears 13650|Hung in the great bell, then you did not cry; 13650|Then you laughed and twittered, for the bells are still. 13650|And you used to walk in your father's meadows, 13650|With your tiny crutch, under the shade of elm; 13650|And the cows would milk you, and from time to time 13650|You would give them cream, for you had heard a cow. 13650|Little boy, now that I look out of the window, 13650|And I lean on the wall, and survey the town, 13650|How little you think, when you are in bed at night, 13650|Of the tramps that come and go, and the toys in the park! 13650|At least you cannot have it all your own way, 13650|You are not a king when you put on your cap; 13650|And you cannot count on policemen or lawyers 13650|To hear all your prayers, or defend your rights. 13650|You have room to say what you choose to say, 13650|For you have neither sight nor sound, and neither 13650|Razor nor fork, nor scythe, nor barrow--the right to say 13650|What you please is--I hope you will pardon this digression-- 13650|A very good one?--as I am not much acquainted 13650|With its own merits, I shall not say how it fares. 13650|The first was that 'twas a popular one and very 13650|Admixture; but I hope that in time 'twill appear-- 13650|I mean the old English and American one. 13650|The second one is rather better, but in Spain it is 13650|Too much nationalistic, and gives more shape to 13650|The national character of the country. The third one 13650|Is one of the most difficult I know, and when I tried it 13650|I found that neither of them were in the proper lines, 13650|For yonder we are, as I understand it, the Americans; 13650|The other is worse: 13650|One's own country is the best: if it is only ours, we 13650|Must still regret it being in 't which way it came. 13650|The fourth one is not my taste and would not have stood so: 13650|If, as I understand it, 13650|The Latin poets are in the wrong, and the American 13650|Romans and English were not made only in Rome, 13650|I cannot understand why they should be different-- 13650|If the Romans could and the English not, all things 13650|Would have been very different, and I should not be here 13650|But for the bad English of the first three:-- 13650|A kind of English that has not a single great line, 13650|That always has a certain air of being sarcastic, 13650|That always is a little bit ironic, and always makes fun 13650|Of itself, and everybody else being ironic, I cannot help 13650|Desiring to be put out, as some of the writers here 13650|Have been; but this is not that I meant, and I cannot say it: 13650|If you really want a good work, you must make it sarcastic-- 13650|And, if you were a poet, 13650|You don't really need the humour of mankind; 13650|But if you are a critic, 13650|What's the use? It is the sort of work that I do not like. 13650|I cannot stand irony: 13650|If you have the stomach for it, and can put on your 13650|A hat with a brim, 13650|I wish you were a ======================================== SAMPLE 24570 ======================================== 1322|Singing the beautiful chorus for me, 1322|I the singer, for the chorus of love, 1322|Not for the songs of nations, 1322|For the great great songs of nations! 1322|I am the singing, the singing of the beautiful chorus for you, 1322|I the poet of songs. 1322|The poet sings as he sits musing on the hillside at daybreak, and the 1322|throb of the ocean that rolls its wave upon the silent fields, 1322|I see the great clouds of the west, the giant clouds of the 1322|Ocean-girt Islands. 1322|I am the poet of songs. 1322|The great clouds of the west roll slowly forth to the sea, 1322|The huge waves roll into the ocean, rolling against the shores. 1322|I am the poet of songs. 1322|A sudden light illuminates all the hills of the West, 1322|The sun begins to look round upon the scene of the world, 1322|Now from the west, now from the east, now from the north, now from 1322|south, the shining crowds of people pass into the night. 1322|I am the poet of songs. 1322|I see a camp of well dressed men, 1322|A bandage band of women and children, men and women and children, 1322|children all and women with toys. 1322|I observe them with the old and with the young, 1322|I ask of one and then the other, 1322|What is the meaning of this world, what is the meaning of this 1322|life, 1322|Saying to one one is meaningless and you are all as worthless as a 1322|travager. 1322|The other says, I say unto them all, 1322|You have no meaning here here and for me is the meaning, the 1322|meaning of this old age, of this youth, of man, and woman, child. 1322|I see the men with shaven beards and the women with long red dresses. 1322|It is time to go out, the daylight is disappearing below the 1322|mountain, I see the dark and I know it for the truth, 1322|I know that I shall have to go out, that I shall ride at midnight to the 1322|I am young now and my life is all to me, 1322|I am young now and my heart is filled with my happiness, 1322|I have the world without the world, 1322|I shall have the world without the world, 1322|I shall live at ease and be happy under all this happiness, I 1322|know as well as you do as the others know. 1322|The time is going and going, 1322|I say to myself the same thing as I have said, 1322|I am young now and my life is all to me, 1322|I think I shall go out after the rain and the darkness goes by. 1322|I am old now and my life is all to me, 1322|I live under the shadow of my troubles, 1322|All in vain are the tears of my child, 1322|Passion has not made me to rejoice, 1322|There is something for me waiting, waiting waiting, waiting 1322|I am young now and my life is all to me, 1322|As long as there shall be a night there shall be darkness for you; 1322|As long as there shall be a night there shall be 1322|I cannot bear my life to silence, 1322|I see in the sky the moon, I hear in the sea the sound of the 1322|ocean, 1322|But as long as there is a world there is nothing for me, nothing, 1322|Nothing for me, nothing for me. 1322|The old tree hangs alone and there blows no breeze, 1322|It cannot be touched, it cannot be harmed by any touch; 1322|Its roots are so deep in the earth, that they know no time, 1322|It stands and speaks to me, it speaks, alone, unafraid, 1322|I see it standing there with its life, with its soul alive. 1322|I see the light upon its leaves, I do not know which of the two, 1322|I know not which of these are real life, though I know they are 1322|love, 1322|The ======================================== SAMPLE 24580 ======================================== 1042|Forth from the house and the street, from the bier and the grave, 1042|Out from the town, and the wide sea, to stand with old France 1042|The queen, the lady, and hero, on the throne of England! 1042|To stand, to hold on, to serve, to serve and be loved: 1042|The sea with the stars in their train for a shield; 1042|In vain the storm winds beat it and beat it again 1042|For a moment with thunderous waves; the sea has no rest. 1042|For the throne, for the crown, for the love of the day, 1042|Stand you with England the monarch and knight of the sea; 1042|Stand for fame and the honour she claims: she shall rule the land. 1042|Stand for the honour of women, the honour of men, 1042|With love in the eyes of their ladies, the eyes of the brave; 1042|The eyes of heroic women and women of power: she shall rule the world! 1042|Stand for the honour of women and of men, with love in the eyes: 1042|Her heart shall rejoice over the honour of women; Her heart shall 1042|sicken for the honour of them: her pride and her pride shall 1042|rejoice. 1042|Stand for the honour of women and of men, and in pride 1042|stand; 1042|Stand for the honour of all men, and unto women the mark 1042|of honour shall stand. 1042|We have heard that a man is the world's prince, the world's 1042|sugar. It's worth our keeping. We know. 1042|The world's best thing, best thing, best thing on earth, 1042|If we only knew how it is. It's all in it; 1042|The great world-greatest thing; and a man's all in it, 1042|But a woman's all in it too. 1042|It's all in her. She's woman to us; and it's all in her, 1042|If we only knew it; and no one knows but we 1042|Who have known her from the first. 1042|We have heard that a woman is a woman; 1042|And we know; for never a man has known her, 1042|But a woman is a woman. We know her 1042|As the day that she's born, the night that she's 1042|woke to, and the day that she's to be worn; 1042|And we know she is a woman when she's 1042|learned that she's learned that she's learned to make 1042|a man her mate. 1042|We have heard that women are women, 1042|And that love bethinketh of its self-knowledge; 1042|And there's something in our sight that is strong with it; 1042|And we know that love bethinketh, and love bethinketh of 1042|nothing of. 1042|We have heard that love bethinketh of itsself 1042|so that its self bethinketh of its mateliness, 1042|and that the thing bethinks its self is not: 1042|We know, and know that its self bethinketh of itself; 1042|And we know that nothing bethinketh of it that is strong with it. 1042|And we can find no way to say it's strong with it; 1042|We know its being's not the thing in itself; 1042|Love beareth its soul in its body, and taketh its being from 1042|thee: and we know that its soul bethinketh of itself. 1042|We have heard that woman is sweet and strong, 1042|And her heart is a secret heart of a star. 1042|The heart of a star, whose light outshone the sun; 1042|But the heart of a star, whose light shall die out 1042|to a shadow ere its light shall die, 1042|Shall live in the heavens for ever; for man is born and arteth 1042|love. 1042|For man is born in a woman and is strong in his manhood, 1042|For man is born in a woman and has knowledge, 1042|For man is born in a woman and hath grace, 1042|And for the love ======================================== SAMPLE 24590 ======================================== 1030|And some may come in at the door; 1030|The people are at their holidays, 1030|And we must have a party, 1030|So let us all make up our mind, 1030|And we shall have a ball, 1030|At the end of a long year 1030|That will never be quit. 1030|It might be that we are all in haste 1030|To part at the very time, 1030|And if the same dear friend do not come, 1030|Then may I soon grow frosty. 1030|Then come, my dear old housekeeper, tell 1030|My poor old legs to stay at home; 1030|They must be well and fitly warmed, 1030|Or 'twill break in these ice-cold days. 1030|We are gone to do an action, 1030|The thing's to do, my master, 1030|And what was my last thoughts I meant, 1030|Which I say without reserve. 1030|I said that if they'd but stay at home, 1030|I could never get in. 1030|But how shall we do it? no matter how, 1030|No matter when we get there; 1030|It will depend on what should happen 1030|And what the time will bring. 1030|And yet my mind's a dreamer, 1030|And dream I must be true. 1030|My Master, I am willing 1030|As well on your word to stay, 1030|But I must leave the business to you, 1030|And that's my reason for writing. 1030|With my old legs I'm ready, 1030|And will be warm and snug; 1030|My knees I'll bend when kneeling 1030|And make them look strong and straight. 1030|Come, let's all go a-down to town, 1030|And get a house in a country yard, 1030|And there bury my old legs in a chest, 1030|And bury them in earth. 1030|They never want to walk again, 1030|The way they did before; 1030|And it will be so much better, 1030|They never will want to go out. 1030|I hope no hurt will come to them, 1030|They were never meant to walk, 1030|But if they did, I know I should be pleased, 1030|To see them lie with some old friends. 1030|I've seen the old ladies with new bonnets, 1030|And all the young ones fresh and fair, 1030|Yet, all the rest seem to me 1030|To be rather idle and bad. 1030|Let us go to church on Sunday day, 1030|I thought it would be for Jesus' sake, 1030|The church is not so very long, 1030|And all the pew's a different side. 1030|It is good, too, to hear Old-time ministers 1030|The good preaching makes a good trade; 1030|And I love the pipe, at Christmas time, 1030|For that 'tis good for digestion. 1030|As well the Christmas carols to sing, 1030|I like to hear the minister preach, 1030|For that 'tis good for digestion. 1030|The church is not so very long, 1030|And all the pew's a different side. 1030|Let us go a-walking then, 1030|Let none be naughty, bad, or old, 1030|But walk in the Lord's way, 1030|All in the blessed season. 1030|There will be good occasions 1030|As we go under the tree, 1030|To make our souls more bright, 1030|And our spirits more cheerful. 1030|They may go out to grass, 1030|To take their freshness from 1030|And make their bodies good 1030|And our bodies less so. 1030|They may come home 1030|After their walk, 1030|That's right; 1030|And may, I dare to guess, 1030|Have a pretty rag of it 1030|To sell for a bundle, 1030|For all they are so good. 1030|At night in bed they 1030|May doze, if they like, 1030|And have something to eat, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 24600 ======================================== 24334|The first of all, in the little group, 24334|The first was Puck. And, as he gazed, 24334|His lips drew forth an answer, low and weak-- 24334|The least of all his own reply. 24334|"And this the second, the third, is you-- 24334|And the fourth, you!"--so the singer said, 24334|And the boy stood gaping with a smile. 24334|"And this," said he, "is the fourth--" "Yea, 24334|And then the fifth is a girl I know; 24334|And now, the sixth is the first of all, 24334|The sixth of all 'tis a man I love; 24334|And the seventh is a youth, a boy, boy, boy, 24334|Who is very tall--and wise--and gay; 24334|My last, no doubt, is that tall and wise, 24334|And gay, alas! but nothing rare." 24334|"And the eighth, if you please, is a girl I know; 24334|And the ninth is the best of all."-- 24334|"Ah, then," said the first, "the tenth is you! 24334|The tenth is the worst!" 24334|And at the words that followed was he-- 24334|"And the tenth of all," said the boy--"is me. 24334|And the eleventh of all is a man, but, lo! 24334|You're not that man, boy, but a girl I know! 24334|Yet your eleventh is the worst of all!" 24334|Then the teacher asked him, "But you're the worst, 24334|Of all"--And the boy raised his head and sighed. 24334|And the teacher whispered, "No, no; but you're the worst, 24334|You who have the least; for, lo, you're the longest!" 24334|And then the boy said, "Ah, then," and sighed again, 24334|And said, "You, I'm sure, are the longest!" 24334|Then, to show his love for his own self, 24334|He clasped a hundred flowers to his hair; 24334|Then he laughed and said, "I am shortest, 24334|I who have the most to do; but, lo, I'm sweetest." 24334|And the teacher said, "But you're the sweetest, boy! 24334|You have the sweetest?" and he cried, "The sweetest." 24334|Then a sweet young maid, just then approaching, 24334|Passed by, with a flower in her bosom; 24334|But the teacher cried, "No, no; for your heart is sweetest." 24334|And I sat by a grave, old poet 24334|Who wore, of old, a tuneful beard, 24334|From which his voice was never still; 24334|And he said, "Is there any man so fool 24334|As never goes round preaching God? 24334|"But you must preach your God in thirty ways, 24334|And none of them is tune enough! 24334|"The first of them is Love, the second Lust, 24334|The third is Bread and Wine, the fourth the Peace, 24334|"The fifth is Peace in Arms, then Marriage, 24334|The sixth is Bread and Wine together, 24334|The seventh is Bread and much Wine, 24334|The eighth is Medicine to cure Disease, 24334|The ninth is Medicine and very good Bread, 24334|The tenth is Medicine, then Work, then Wife, 24334|And the eleventh is God, and the tenth, 24334|"And then there's the last! and now your God 24334|Has really got all the tricks, 24334|For 'tis made of flesh and blood, and cannot breathe, 24334|"For 'tis dead and can't live and is not 24334|A fit thing to make a man believe, 24334|"Because, of course, it is made of flesh and blood, 24334|And cannot breathe, and can't live, and lives 24334|Till we have convinced those simple-souled 24334|"And, when that was done, the teacher went 24334|And called the audience round to see 24334|God only, as they knew Him, in His place. 24334|A little ======================================== SAMPLE 24610 ======================================== 28591|But if I fail, the voice of God, my father, say: 28591|"Thy children, while they live, shall keep my Word; 28591|I shall not fail them for a sigh again; 28591|But with my dying breath, let every man know 28591|That they whose lives are held as billows are, 28591|Are lost at last and not the less all are mine." 28591|When God had said this and more, His blessing fell; 28591|And while on earth I am, I am his treasure. 28591|Lord, take us to the height and make us one 28591|Our hearts to lift; 28591|Be thou our guide, 28591|Our delight, 28591|A shield that shall not fail, a crown to wear, 28591|Our light and guide. 28591|As thy covenant-breakers shall to thee be, 28591|In thy love keep. 28591|If through our mortal imperfection 28591|Light is not on thy track, 28591|Take us to the height, 28591|Be thou our guide, 28591|Our delight, 28591|A shield that shall not fail, a crown to wear, 28591|Our light and guide. 28591|The soul that God hath set alight, 28591|Yet burns unquenched, has never rest; 28591|But in his grace and in thy might 28591|Its flames must kindle. 28591|Then, till the dawn of greater day 28591|Shall shine thy victory's light, 28591|The Lord of earth, our hope and home, 28591|Shall nevermore be rent. 28591|The heart that thou dost fill 28591|With tenderness and truth, dost fill 28591|With trust and comfort, 28591|Is bound in thee 28591|To faithful, strong service, like the strong 28591|And steadfast flame of heaven; 28591|Yet thou dost give 28591|The power its upward journeyings to make, 28591|By love alone. 28591|The will that hath the power 28591|To make thy purpose firm and sure, 28591|By love alone. 28591|The gift of peace within 28591|In faithful service, just and mild, 28591|From the heart's most secret wounds, 28591|Puts all thy hopes and fears 28591|To use the momentary means they meet, 28591|And, giving strength, yet still 28591|Pays for their proper use the worthiest vows, 28591|By love alone. 28591|The hope of power, of light, 28591|Over the darkness spreading wide, 28591|Making thee a radiant mind, 28591|And through thy life to Him that led thy life, 28591|The face of all the earth. 28591|Still as He comes in glory forth to thee, 28591|Thou wilt be king; 28591|There is none to thwart thee, none to shun, 28591|While through the world thy torch shall burn. 28591|O heart, thy mission is fulfilled 28591|Thou know'st too well; 28591|The hour decreed of thy high achievement 28591|Holds thee the king; 28591|But God only, and above, and beneath, 28591|The soul of the world can hear thee, 28591|While to its own blindness thou wilt tend 28591|As a true servant. 28591|In all things for which thou art suited, 28591|Thou art the surest sure; 28591|And, to make thy lot surely good, 28591|A loving aim is set; 28591|No one can make thee want, nor ill 28591|The fruit of perfect love bestowed. 28591|To thy great Father be praise! 28591|Be thou a faithful friend; 28591|Be thou a brother unto all 28591|Who have the need of thee; 28591|Grant that, to-morrow, they may see 28591|Their needs without offense; 28591|Lying or working, they may meet 28591|Without complaint. 28591|A life of love, my son, art thou. 28591|Thy Father will to thee provide, 28591|And thy sweet mother's love to thee 28591|Pays for all thy needs. 28591|Then give the love thou givest ======================================== SAMPLE 24620 ======================================== 30672|The voice of earth. 30672|From the deep of the sea and the light of the skies 30672|The mighty ocean and the stormy wind 30672|In a mighty movement of tumult move, 30672|And the spirit is glad; 30672|The waves that are rolling and the waters of the deep 30672|Greet each other with a glad tone in the breast: 30672|Till the waves themselves and the waters rejoice 30672|And the voice of earth, 30672|Sings in the heart in the sense of the full 30672|And the spirit of life. 30672|Though the heart of man is a wilderness wild, 30672|Nor a kingdom but some happy isle may be, 30672|The spirit of man is glad 30672|And loves his bliss. 30672|His heart swells, O sea and sky! with joy 30672|As the great bosom of the earth its breast, 30672|And his senses all around 30672|Are filled with the pleasure of life. 30672|The voice of the ocean and the storm; 30672|The spirit-heart of man 30672|Re-echoes the song of Love. 30672|It is the joy of the spirit, the breath of the soul: 30672|O love, O beauty, and life! 30672|It calls for the world-wide worship of that word 30672|Love, beauty, and prayer, 30672|That hath no price, 30672|The spirit may make of this world. 30672|From hill to hill by the sound of the sea, 30672|He moves, with joy 30672|In the heart of the wind, and the sweet song; 30672|And he sings to the world that He loves 30672|The spirit-goddess of the earth, 30672|And the spirit-goddess of the sea, 30672|In the name of the spirit-goddess of the sea, 30672|In the name of the spirit of the sun, 30672|That they may rejoice when it is day. 30672|To the soul of the song as it springs from the tongue, 30672|The spirit of the spirit goes forth and speaks 30672|As the spirit of man, as the spirit of man, 30672|Eternal in joy and in pain 30672|In the full glory and mystery of bliss. 30672|To the heart of the spirit--in all places, 30672|In the full glory and mystery of bliss 30672|In the name of the spirit of the sun, 30672|That they may rejoice when it is day. 30672|The spirit of man is glad 30672|As the earth in the year of pleasure, 30672|Happiest with his heart on the lap of the sea; 30672|With his spirit his heart is delighted, 30672|With his soul his spirit is pleased, 30672|And he sings to the spirit of life, 30672|And the soul sings to God. 30672|'Tis the breath of the spirit that speaks, 30672|Happiest with his spirit in heaven, 30672|'Tis the breath of the spirit that speaks 30672|With the voice of the sun. 30672|'Tis the spirit of song, 30672|Happiest with the spirit of life, 30672|And the spirit that spake to him 30672|Sends forth angels to seek souls. 30672|'Tis the Spirit of love, 30672|Happiest with the Spirit of light, 30672|And the spirit that spake to him 30672|Hath eternal joy in him, 30672|And he sings to life, 30672|And it sings to the spirit of love, 30672|From the height of the starry skies, 30672|The spirit is glad; 30672|He sings in the name of the soul; 30672|Happiness for the heart is his theme. 30672|In the name of the spirit of song, 30672|Happiness and the spirit of the light, 30672|'Tis the spirit of love 30672|Sings in the heart of the earth. 30672|The spirit of man is a spirit of strife, 30672|A spirit of strife and despair, 30672|And its voice is the cry of a heart a-flame, 30672|As it swells to the height of the stars 30672|To the voice ======================================== SAMPLE 24630 ======================================== 35991|To be a victim of the courts, a judge, you know, 35991|And a woman's judge, too, when her first baby had a sprain. 35991|And thus it was, first thing she knew, she was out on bail 35991|With a sentence of not more than three years' jail, 35991|And for three days her children had to live without. 35991|And I said to LeRoy: She's a good judge at your school, 35991|And you'll have to give her some credit for her hearing. 35991|And I thought to see her here this morning. 35991|For you'd think the Judge's face had turned to one of red. 35991|The morning came and the Judge stood in the courtroom, 35991|And the children came to see the appeal proceeding, 35991|And I asked: "Have you any children, LeRoy?" 35991|And the Judge looked at me with a look of anger, 35991|And said: "I have not any, Del." But the children 35991|Came with their mother, and I could not help them, 35991|And so I stood a moment in silence 35991|With them, and then I answered the judge: My children, 35991|I have no children, so you cannot tell me so. 35991|They answered: "Yes, father. And we have been waiting 35991|For this appeal since last we saw you." 35991|"And you must be very much saddened, Mr. Judge, 35991|That there are no longer children," I concluded. 35991|"Nonsense!" the Judge replied. 35991|"You are a woman, and you must talk to women, 35991|And have talked with them from the moment when they were 35991|born--or we never had them; why are you sad 35991|And bitter, you old miser, at the thought of having 35991|In that poor flesh as little as a feather? 35991|"You want them back," I told the Judge, "but what 35991|is the use? For what are you waiting?" 35991|"My husband's father," said the Judge, "was a great 35991|Englishman, Edward Gray, his father and his grandfather, 35991|A gentleman, born in London, in the country of ours 35991|I never heard of him, but you mustn't neglect them, 35991|And I know the father who raised me will help you. 35991|My father is a doctor, very proud and very high, 35991|And a successful one, and lived in this country 35991|A long time ago, when he had some difficulty 35991|With a wife, you know, the mother of my nephews." 35991|"Yes, yes," I said; "you did not know him. 35991|He is not far away." 35991|"Why, I could not even find your father." 35991|"He went to France in France, was captured there. 35991|I don't know what happened to him, but he is dead, 35991|Is the last living man, and then there's no one left, 35991|I heard there was some doubt of his being alive. 35991|It was all a mistake. It is all a mystery." 35991|"And so, my sister," I said, "what are you waiting?" 35991|"It was a man,--my husband's grandfather. 35991|And then he and his wife met this Delmarise 35991|Which made them sad with the thought of going on, 35991|Of raising children, going on with the day. 35991|But when the time should have come for me to marry, 35991|And there I should be able to take Delmarise's place, 35991|You know it will be better for us to go on 35991|With our life, you know, and take our children out, 35991|And let you have a house, and go on with life, 35991|And we can think about you, and try to understand 35991|Who you are, and what you want, and how you live." 35991|"Why, what did you do with ======================================== SAMPLE 24640 ======================================== 2130|Our old wives, with their black eyes, that glisten 2130|With the tear of shame, and their cold face, that's 2130|As pale as cold stone." 2130|And, while such thoughts a moment held his blood, 2130|He took the pen, and in a line the page 2130|Spelt his name, and then began his tale. And now 2130|A storm of grief was in the court o'er head, 2130|And old Geddes's wrath was curst; and, "Odd 2130|And even for Merlin it was odd to see 2130|His blood go cold, his nose look up and down, 2130|That he was born among so many swine!" 2130|The courtier's heart was at a loss: "Say, man, 2130|Were you not bred in some foreign land? 2130|Then, like the human race in these parts, 2130|'Tis possible that God in these wrecks 2130|Had drugged you, with magic to make you smart." 2130|"I'm not a swine," quoth Geddes, "I'm a man, 2130|And I have been since I was cruell; 2130|I was born on Camelot, long ago, 2130|By Queen Margaret on an Anglo-Saxon throne, 2130|A royal Duke, before I wedded a wife 2130|Or was twelve summers old." Then all stood up, 2130|With the exception of Sir Launcelot, 2130|Who only smiled, and said, "Well done, Sirsel." 2130|The Queen's answer was, "Sirion, you are right, 2130|I was bred on Camelot: and I am come 2130|And brought with me, and you must go with me." 2130|But Launcelot said, "Hear me also: by grace 2130|Of the King, my son, and all the good people 2130|That love him now, from out of France I will go." 2130|"My father, I must say, is a strange man," 2130|Said Geddes, "and a good one: if that were true, 2130|I might expect it of a King, perhaps." 2130|"But not of a King?" Sir Launcelot said, 2130|"Not if the King loved you: if the King cared 2130|For you, as he does me, and his own dear heir; 2130|There is no man that any Prince so great 2130|Could hope to please, much less marry, though he 2130|Wore garlands, like his father, with his crown 2130|And Diadem. You have not known the King, 2130|Or seen his face: no eye of man can judge 2130|What you have seen. So go you forth from me. 2130|You are at best no man for me." 2130|Sir Launcelot raised his hand, and drew the veil 2130|About Sir Gawaine's eyes, and then began 2130|To tell his story, who had come so far. 2130|He spoke of Merlin,--that old magician, 2130|Who once on God's green earth beheld the day 2130|That made him mighty in the magic art 2130|Of healing all disease, and made him known 2130|To him that had all healing to retain. 2130|Thereafter some small small particulars 2130|Of many things they saw and heard between 2130|The sea and Camelot; and then, "the King is dead!" 2130|And Galahad, "And is it gone for evermore?" 2130|"No, for Sir Gawaine," Gawaine answered, "I think 2130|I may come back to see; he is a friend 2130|More than the King!" "A noble man is he!" 2130|Sir Gawaine cried, "no more for me will sit 2130|On any throne, or rule a kingdom more, 2130|Than as an arm of the King to lift and look, 2130|And hear and see what all around him hears and sees. 2130|For me, I left him--but for Gawaine, let me go! 2130|Gawaine has seen him--" "O, no, no, no!" cried back 2130|Gallant Sir Gawaine, "there was no grief of thine ======================================== SAMPLE 24650 ======================================== 615|That, he, in his ill fashion, left the world, 615|The house of the cruel, that was not his own. 615|This made him see his mother all alone, 615|Rome's fair city, built by the Romans' hand, 615|Who on the topmost hills all night might lie; 615|And saw, mid all the city's multitude, 615|That one with woe was lying far away, 615|Who might not, for repose, return again. 615|She who could not for the paladin repair, 615|Her hand alone her palfrey prest, and said, 615|The mighty man who for a son so frail, 615|He could not visit Rome from Italy! 615|For he had lost his son; but that the rest 615|Of the illustrious house which in the place 615|He had in charge, were safe from hostile foe, 615|He, with a troop with him, to Rome would go, 615|And bring his beloved, whom he loved so well; 615|Him, when he left the land of Rome, he meant 615|To have in charge, and whom he loved so well. 615|This he had resolved to do, when his plighted 615|Escape the cruel and ungrateful dame, 615|Would never more return from Italy, 615|With him to join his kindred by that draught; 615|And with his life in friendship pledged to rest 615|Beside him, for an honour more than gold. 615|No tidings of his absent love were said, 615|Until on the tenth morning the cavalier 615|Returned to Rome; and, having brought his steed 615|Upon a certain day, would go his way; 615|Nor did the cavalier, to his grief and guilt, 615|Know what on earth he had to do more ill -- 615|Of some poor fellow, whom he took for dead. 615|The cavalier, the while without the town, 615|Through the foul city kept his good pace, 615|By which his enemies, in their sad shape, 615|In human shape, evermore appear. 615|The day arrives; he thither with a band 615|Of warriors, to whose camp he was conveyed, 615|The duke, when he the river had espied; 615|And of the damsels who had to the rear 615|To battle him, the cruel king and vain, 615|That lady is reported to have caused to die. 615|The cruel king, in place for meeting God, 615|As if to his infernal throne he cried, 615|(As he who in the realm so fair should go, 615|And in the vale on that so foul should reign) 615|When he saw that knight's design against him prest, 615|And saw what force the cavalier's arms could swell 615|He from the walls the lady made him bleed. 615|Yet, if she will not, would that she might, 615|A thousand times and twice, with his own right hand, 615|Strike that heart of that unhappy damsel vile, 615|She should be made a slave, he would have died. 615|The cruel king, who well behooved the rest 615|Of his thoughts; and, for the purpose of the two, 615|That he should have, of his lady, to relieve, 615|So that she for him may be a slave no more, 615|Sent, with his fleet to Spain, a fleet-footed knight, 615|Who, if he fail him in his journey dear, 615|Should him return within two days his charge, 615|He of his lady would make prisoner. 615|But after, all that cavalier espied 615|Was that the woman of her will was stayed; 615|To seek her master she of him went; 615|And with her to an ambush had recourse, 615|Where none of those who watch the walls could see; 615|But from the rear was one alone who knew 615|The woman's purpose when she by the knight 615|Arived to see, and to proclaim the wrong. 615|For that, in secret, he the king descried, 615|Seeing himself within his castle ranged. 615|He, to his lord, and all, with hostile tone, 615|Had heard, and who had been with that cavalier. 615|He, from the town's summit, up on high, 615|With other champions took to prey withal, 615|That ======================================== SAMPLE 24660 ======================================== 30332|Then, "Ah," she said, "but thou wilt give me 30332|A happy heart and fair hopes for me; 30332|"And if I lose me here with thee, 30332|"A mother shall be nigh unto thee, 30332|Strong and the best of maidens; fairer, 30332|And sweeter for their loves than I; 30332|And though my sorrows soon be ended, 30332|"Though thou shouldst leave me so for good, 30332|A father shall be near at hand, 30332|To whom I shall be faithful still." 30332|"Ah no," thought she, "no such happiness 30332|Suffices to love such gentle man, 30332|Who in so sweet a child doth wait 30332|As this sweet girl, now fifteen years old. 30332|"And though at times at school he stood, 30332|And laughed, and talked with boys and girls, 30332|The joy of him shall leave no heart 30332|In anyone that he may know. 30332|"No mother shall be thine thereafter, 30332|But thou shalt have a father dear, 30332|And he shall send thee gifts and stores 30332|Of true and goodly treasure kind. 30332|"And thou shalt have a house--forsooth, 30332|Some house of old-fashioned building, 30332|And in it dwell thy parents dear, 30332|And many a fair and pleasant shrine; 30332|And in it shalt thou hear strange things, 30332|For there shall be doors beneath thee rotting, 30332|And in it, surely, things unheard of, 30332|And things that never were before." 30332|Therewith from there she came again, 30332|And still, for love of her young child, 30332|She wrought upon her heart a charm 30332|That brought her in to him by night. 30332|Nor did the night go dark about 30332|The house that was now open wide, 30332|No, but before it held it still, 30332|Lest it should hold her with it too, 30332|And in her hands a love-sick lad 30332|Behold her coming through the door, 30332|Wherein her dear child stood apart, 30332|And watched her coming with his eyes, 30332|And he was glad now at her look, 30332|And in his arms he clasped her close; 30332|Thereafter, when her hand seemed near, 30332|And she brought him back a little child 30332|Who was to him more dear than she, 30332|He would have mourned until the day 30332|When he should see the sweet child come, 30332|But then the sorrow was not there, 30332|The anguish not quite from love. 30332|And days and weeks flew round, she thought, 30332|But never with their brightness came, 30332|Nor with their brightening did she know 30332|That he, the first-born of her heart, 30332|Was yet a baby in his dying, 30332|So poor did she make herself to be 30332|Even there, and her poor eyes did see 30332|A woman clad about in raiment, 30332|And she cried, "Alas! the tale I told 30332|May bring misfortune to me, you see; 30332|Let's go to his grave, and there I'll stay." 30332|Yet not a word she said, for all 30332|She looked aghast and fearfully 30332|In still amazement, but when they 30332|Had left her in the midst of this, 30332|There grew a little green to show 30332|Where their poor little child might be, 30332|And when they drew the curtains down 30332|She smiled, and said, "Forgive me, love, 30332|If thus I told you all my grief, 30332|But I came to the place to-day 30332|When I heard a voice, and it said, 30332|'Come down, dear child, come down, 30332|Down from the tree with the bitter fruit 30332|That falls and stung my heart and feet. 30332|"I have a garden of my own, 30332|And there you will see the flowers, 30332|I have the plants that ======================================== SAMPLE 24670 ======================================== 25953|And from the head its mighty blade drew out, 25953|But when at length the head the razor came. 25953|Then the old man's tongue was terribly shriven. 25953|But the boy for many days was not re-brook, 25953|But he roamed about the village still. 25953|He was not yet too little to know 25953|That the head of her he sought for, was there, 25953|Underneath her bed's comforting sheath. 25953|Therefore he made himself a horn-shell drum, 25953|Brought it to the village where he sat, 25953|And he laughed and shouted at the drum; 25953|And it went before him on his way, 25953|And he played the old man's horn to me. 25953|"When I came into my father's house, 25953|All the doors were open wide and free, 25953|But the roof was very low, and low, 25953|And no one came to visit it. 25953|I went round the rooms in greatest haste, 25953|And I found not, in the house, a cup, 25953|Nor a dish beside the table laid, 25953|Neither was there a bed to rest on. 25953|"Then I hastened to my sister's mother; 25953|All the doors were open wide and free, 25953|But the roof was in the least defiled: 25953|The floor of a boat was pattered o'er, 25953|On the boarders of the door I clapped, 25953|And I made a plank to stand upon 25953|For my maiden's handmaid of the house. 25953|"On a board I made a crib for her, 25953|Brought her to it, and I knelt down, 25953|And I gave her bread, and water, too, 25953|And I called her, calling her by name. 25953|And she heard, and she hastened forth, 25953|To the bed and to the floor-planks set, 25953|And she saw my happy child before, 25953|And she knelt upon the beds of gold, 25953|And she kissed her little baby's head, 25953|But she did not speak with me a word, 25953|She did not show herself to me, 25953|But she passed beside the bedside before, 25953|And she went her way in silence, 25953|But I raised the baby on the bed, 25953|And I fell upon the ground to rest on, 25953|And I raised the baby on my lap, 25953|And I kissed my little, happy child, 25953|And I fondled it, but never spoke. 25953|"But at length the child it turned away 25953|From the bed, away from my breast, 25953|And my daughter's sister came to me, 25953|And she spoke the words which follow: 25953|'That it is the little girl's hour, 25953|That my child should be the fairest one, 25953|And it is my daughter's time to see 25953|The aged woman to whom you wed. 25953|'Give to me the infant whom you wed, 25953|Seal the lips, and take him to me, 25953|Set the cradle at the table near me, 25953|And set the milk upon the straw.' 25953|"And I then would have the boy be taken, 25953|But he spoke against it with his hand, 25953|'I will go and bid my mother, 25953|And the old woman be herself!' 25953|"She, then, let the infant be taken, 25953|In the cradle placed his infant head, 25953|Felt him, and would not let him fall, 25953|Would not let her put her hand beside him. 25953|"And I saw the other children, 25953|And a little child I saw there, 25953|And he laughed in childish manner, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|'I am the least child in the world, 25953|And my mother's child, so proud, so grand, 25953|For this is the mother's part, 25953|By this bed with her own hands she lays, 25953|And with all the sweetest bedclothes there.' 25953|" ======================================== SAMPLE 24680 ======================================== 3295|So that in your mind your heart is set, 3295|You'll never go wrong with the same book. 3295|And hereupon she read him one of the books 3295|And in an instant forgot him: then I took 3295|His hand and turned him into a kind of tree. 3295|I've found, as I reflect upon it, 3295|That it would not do for me to die for you, 3295|So, with a smile, I clasped his head and leaned 3295|Out of my garden in the sun to see 3295|His little brown eyes light up as he thought: 3295|And I found, as if there had been no death, 3295|The sun was not too scorching, and the birds 3295|Had not been singing at their utmost pitch, 3295|And, while I was reading, you went to see, 3295|Having gone to see your mother--I do know. 3295|If I had known you were a boy, I might 3295|Have sent you to your mother, but I am 3295|Never glad to have you so much as half a year 3295|Too young for me to understand her eyes, 3295|Or to have read at once the mystery out. 3295|What a world! and yet I have no choice 3295|But follow after you, as many do, 3295|For you to the very doorways where 3295|Men wait for you the very first and last time. 3295|How do I love you, and what is it about 3295|Your face that lies alike in seeming and grace? 3295|I think it is the sweet, new look of you 3295|That seems to make me seem all other men, 3295|Even where they are, that half-expected me. 3295|I think I love you also. And if I 3295|Were you, I should have a great delight 3295|In following after you; and I would see 3295|The world grow old with being after me. 3295|You do remember, last summer I left, 3295|As you were crossing the fields of the sky, 3295|A small, white house close to a garden-wall, 3295|And the windows were all half open wide, 3295|You walking in the sun across the fields. 3295|And even though you came again some week, 3295|I would hear in the quiet of the air, 3295|With your footsteps on the paths I had gone, 3295|The sound of my boots on the mat; or hear 3295|The bees humming round the doors, or see 3295|The garden grow in the misty air 3295|The like of which you used, and see you 3295|Still standing, the house in the gardens, 3295|In my little white house by the garden wall. 3295|It is that old-fashioned look of yours which I 3295|Like me you will love, and it is yours, too. 3295|This is a very pleasant house, and I 3295|Can think of little places, if I must, 3295|And all our hours would not be different, 3295|If you did not pass by the garden gate. 3295|"Ah, then you must go back," she says at last. 3295|"I am going back," you say, looking up. 3295|But it is all by now so long ago, 3295|And she is so fond of habit and of dress; 3295|That she could never truly let you think 3295|You had changed as a result. She is too wise; 3295|She is too sure of what is proper to do. 3295|How, then, do you think it is? 3295|"Oh, I do not know. 3295|"I think I have let things pass that were too good 3295|To bear the thought of changing. I do think 3295|As long as I have left you I'll be content. 3295|But when I think of the old romance's close, 3295|I say what I say, the thought grows in the soul; 3295|And as such thoughts are passing things I stand 3295|In a strange place where a world of doubt and dread 3295|Unheeding seems, and only love, and hope, and death." 3295|"But how can I help loving you?" he says at last ======================================== SAMPLE 24690 ======================================== 22229|I never will forget 22229|The bliss that was my lot, 22229|For I knew that the grave was nigh; 22229|I knew death ne'er would crown 22229|A better lot than mine! 22229|It 's joy to know that there 22229|Gladness shines in the grave, 22229|And joy to know that I never 22229|Will rest in London town! 22229|O! joy to be so young, 22229|And feel my heart o'erflow 22229|With love and rapture and pride 22229|As I stand in the church yard, 22229|With tears in all my eyes, 22229|And all the world a stranger, 22229|And every friend a sinner! 22229|O! joy to be so young-- 22229|The world I know so well, 22229|As I stand, and look round o'er me, 22229|With tear on tear bedight, 22229|There, in the great world afar, 22229|With you to hold me by the hand! 22229|And so I stand with you, 22229|Breathless, and fearless, so 22229|No peril dare alarm us, 22229|And no shame hush or pluck us-- 22229|On the wide tide of life, 22229|That sweeps us to our fate, 22229|Abandoned, to be brave and true 22229|And clean from every stain. 22229|And when death shall say farewell 22229|To life's fair vale and sweet 22229|And we shall be forgotten, 22229|To be forgiven we will, 22229|And you forgotten, too. 22229|I knew a lad, an only son, 22229|I'll not say son, for he was young-- 22229|A very tender-hearted laddie, 22229|With eyes a-blinkin', and a-blinkin' 22229|To see the sweet mamma at hours, 22229|Or his mother's eyes a-streamin', 22229|In their lovely dark-brown, 22229|That flash'd so sweet and bright and wide, 22229|I'd kiss their depths to stay; 22229|They flash'd as fair through the dew-damp air, 22229|And I had kissed their flowers. 22229|I knew a lad, an only son, 22229|And he was a gallant sailor-- 22229|He was a gallant sailor too, 22229|At sea and ashore, with you, 22229|And I could not love him 'neath sail-boat sleet, 22229|But I knew his heart was true, 22229|And his eyes were bright beneath the briny hail, 22229|For all that's glorious and bright 22229|I'd leave him to his fame, 22229|For his heart is brave and true, O mother, 22229|He will keep it when ashore, 22229|For he is fearless, and his face, O maiden, 22229|Is fair to see and see, 22229|And if he's a gallant sailor, as ye know, 22229|He'll keep it when ashore, 22229|For he is brave and true, O maiden, 22229|When he's a gallant sailor. 22229|There is not a flower, 22229|There is not a tree, 22229|Not a bud, not a blade, 22229|Nor a leaf on the bough 22229|Where Love hath flown. 22229|Where Love hath flown, 22229|Where Love hath flown, 22229|Where Love hath flown, 22229|Where Love hath fled, 22229|Where Love hath fled. 22229|Love hath flown in a swallow's flight; 22229|Not a bud, not a blade, 22229|Not a leaf on a bough 22229|Where Love hath fled. 22229|Where love hath fled, 22229|Where love hath fled, 22229|Where Love hath fled, 22229|Where love hath fled, 22229|Where love hath fled, 22229|Where love hath fled, 22229|Where love hath fled. 22229|Oh, the winter is wild and cold, 22229|Ah, the frost is sharp to pain, 22229|Where the wind blows warm. 22229|Where the flower ======================================== SAMPLE 24700 ======================================== 1008|the sun." We were not so far remov'd, 1008|when we heard cry around, "Arise, my lord! 1008|Here enter on a ladder." Half a league 1008|our company had cover'd on the left 1008|From the midway to the top, when we arriv'd 1008|at a horn which called, "To the bourne depart.'" 1008|THERE is a place within the cemetery 1008|Call'd Gothic. On the cross of Saint Peter 1008|We enter'd, and with lofty thoughts retire. 1008|Now, all retir'd, we arrive at a foss 1008|Deep wound the cross, and in the trench appear 1008|Lying volumes of unsound clay. Apportion'd 1008|Ere yet the orb of our hemisphere 1008|Three-dimension'd reveals itself, here we stand 1008|Holy, here we profess Our Love divine. 1008|Thither departed pity, when she took 1008|Souls, that surnam'd us, so it seemed good 1008|Thee to have lose'd them: and of those souls 1008|Who make petition, e'en for those who reign 1008|In the vast world around, some complain 1008|Because tremble they not, and some because 1008|Their king is strong. The grievance, which 1008|Thou deem'st upon the flesh, was not man 1008|Would impose on us, in such a conflict 1008|Of woe, the solution of which holds good 1008|For all mankind, without the vision fail. 1008|"Brother!" I began, "through all this world 1008|That wind parch'd visibly, dashing the dark 1008|As marsh't wave on billow, travels fast 1008|And with new force meanders, wheresoe'er 1008|Itaces its rapid circuit, and where 1008|It blows frome side of Angier, or of Zabrans, 1008|It travels business-wise, or where it blows 1008|From Thomasian hill, or where it blows 1008|On Syrilos, or where it falls in Laurentum, 1008|It comes for rain, and goes to sow again. 1008|Here souls, that evening and morn displease him, 1008|Long time in perfect calm abide. But wills 1008|Are transportable, and therefore may tend 1008|On wings of love, as in the ear of love 1008|They centre. In the clouds they so arrive, 1008|That, if the eye sustain them, they show round 1008|E'en what thei had left off showing, when they fell. 1008|Now the choicest necessaries of life, 1008|Who will not eat, or drink, or even clothe himself, 1008|Mingles his cries with those which mine ear heard; 1008|And what he said, presteth like a dream. 1008|"The sun departs: and what gardner art thou, 1008|Or what company of mete that rode 1008|On the gray-hair'd wind? Hast thou in council counsel'd 1008|Man at all times for the stern test assign'd? 1008|Or for the instant trial make thee garrulous?" 1008|VERDICE frown'd, and turning,asar left the cave. 1008|NOW had the radiance ceas'd on the final verge, 1008|And the heav'nward side illumination blaz'd 1008|To the bare truth, though various, as it show'd 1008|In proportion due, before my eyes; 1008|Yet different, and indeed with terror fraught. 1008|For soon I perceived, no matter how I look'd, 1008|That there the longer 'twas not for me to rail 1008|On the dead gods; forasmuch as to me 1008|Those words of Latona, which th' opinion 1008|Of her grandson Michael scatter'd, giv'n me, 1008|Was never actuated by the tender care 1008|Of private life. The fame, therefore, which thou 1008|So dearly hast regard'd in this, that I 1008|Of thy discourse have ensphered, awaking thee 1008|From slumber, wak'd me from a deep sleep stunn'd, 1008|Such as I thought ======================================== SAMPLE 24710 ======================================== 20956|The mazy stream 20956|Strikes up its tune, 20956|The merry gulls, 20956|The lazy brook, 20956|The rippling brook, 20956|The gray stream comes leaping up! 20956|The stream is clear 20956|And clear, 20956|And clear! 20956|Then, as it leaves 20956|Its bank, 20956|The moon's gold mirror lies. 20956|Heed and obey, 20956|There comes a light, 20956|A light--a fire! 20956|O'er the high bank 20956|There comes a sound, 20956|A sound! 20956|The stars have met and thrown 20956|Their shadows round me so! 20956|How lovely is their night of white! 20956|There's a voice that I would seek in vain 20956|That sounds through the leaves of the grove tree, 20956|That in its sweetness cries o'er my breast-- 20956|There's a light that I would follow-- 20956|But where? 20956|There's a light and a voice-- 20956|For ever, and forever! 20956|There's a river, and it flows far and free, 20956|And a beam upon it never will fail; 20956|And the river has such a smooth and level bed 20956|That it flows and runs through the land at will: 20956|Its banks are deep, and stony, and white as snow, 20956|And its banks are clear, and so white and so fine, 20956|That it runs, runs, runs, running-- 20956|But, but, but, but, 20956|It flows so far, and deep, 20956|And white, and--so white--it flows, 20956|And the stars have met again, 20956|They are but two of the many stars of night, 20956|They have but one hour's life, all night, all night, 20956|And they are both so blue, so blue, so blue, 20956|When the night-fires are lit, 20956|And the star-gleams are burned, 20956|And the stars all set, 20956|And the sky is full of stars 20956|When I see, I know not how, 20956|The stars all set, 20956|The sky with all its stars, 20956|But I love the first that I see, 20956|Before the first is gone. 20956|Before the first hour is gone, 20956|It is the first, the greatest, 20956|But ere the first, 20956|Before the first hour is done, 20956|There's the last hour too. 20956|It is the last, the last, 20956|And before the last, 20956|It is the last, the greatest, 20956|And ere the last, 20956|There comes a breath to the last, 20956|The last hour's gone. 20956|I love to hear, I love to see 20956|The bells of the village ring, 20956|I love to hear the church-bells chime, 20956|I love to see the old-time dame 20956|Stand in her ancient gowner withal, 20956|And look as in old sheen she did. 20956|I love to hear Dame Blythe, 20956|And there's a charm to words she spake-- 20956|She's a Dame that never was seen 20956|By any but a noble knight-- 20956|A Dame I never had seen 20956|Till this day. 20956|And when the bells are ringing to 20956|The day of the great wedding day, 20956|Where all the lords with flowers shall twine, 20956|And all the ladies shall drape the hall, 20956|She shall go forth to the wedding 20956|And take me to be her groom. 20956|"I love thee"--I'll but state it plain, 20956|"As I love Dame Blythe; 20956|And if we ever meet again, 20956|I love thee dearly." 20956|I love thee and my love has grown 20956|As giant to grown; 20956|He's nine years old, he's nine and one, 20956| ======================================== SAMPLE 24720 ======================================== 2294|Tall, like a palm-tree on the hill, 2294|It stood in that lonely place, 2294|And seemed to be telling of the years 2294|In which it stood; 2294|"When you would love to love, I Love 2294|You must do your best!" 2294|It says not all of love I had; 2294|We talked of love then; the tree 2294|Would bend when my lips drew near, 2294|And then it bent, and now stood still 2294|With fear in my heart. 2294|But love, I thought, is only speech; 2294|And when men I love die, 2294|My soul is left, a bird among 2294|The pigeons, 2294|To sing this song of the tree, 2294|"When you would love me, Love, I love." 2294|I said, "My Lord will hold his cheer 2294|If I can but keep my vow. 2294|If you must come, kiss the tree." 2294|The tree is shaking, and my words 2294|Boat up; 2294|Then, when she is standing by, 2294|She will say, "Will you two look down?" 2294|"Oh, look you," my lips cried, "down!" 2294|Then kiss it once and go back 2294|To praying; 2294|For if I can not kiss the tree, 2294|Why can I ask my prayers, 2294|And keep them? 2294|The little blue bird 2294|Sings in the rose-tree; 2294|The little rose-tree 2294|Is all in flower 2294|With the happy hours. 2294|Oh, I would be a rose-tree 2294|To be a bird 2294|To sing in the Rose-Tree! 2294|Oh, I would be a rose-tree, 2294|To sing in the Rose-Tree! 2294|I would be a rose-tree 2294|To sing on the rose, 2294|As the others do; 2294|And my song, sweet hearts of love, 2294|For he should come, 2294|But he is afraid to come, 2294|For fear is in God. 2294|When God was first among the clouds he said: 2294|"I too shall be a rose." 2294|He looked upon his handiwork and bowed 2294|Under the arching sky. 2294|But now, in the beauty of the morning, 2294|He says, "Be a rose! 2294|For all 2294|Of the fair creation 2294|A rose-tree yet shall grow, 2294|Under the arched sky! 2294|O rose-tree, 2294|Let the breeze blow over you to-day, 2294|And the sun shine on you-know-what; 2294|From his shrine of sun the flower-gods come, 2294|And the rose-tree will be a rose again 2294|Under the arched sky. 2294|When God looks on your rose and says, 2294|"I'm a rose-tree I too," 2294|You will say, "I too shall grow 2294|Under the arched sky!" 2294|I saw a little child who loved to play 2294|In the great wide grass that grows in the shade, 2294|And he was clean-laid, and he wore a song 2294|Who was always singing, I know not what, 2294|As a sweet child, and oh, as God's song to me. 2294|So sweet, so clear, were the chords he'd written there, 2294|I could but watch him as the light grew low 2294|And the grey sky shed a little shadow dark 2294|On the little boy who had the things he had! 2294|Then his father went up to visit him 2294|And the boy grew very glad and evermore 2294|In his song would talk, would do and have his will, 2294|And if that seemed too much for any one, 2294|Then God's sweet voice would give a little cry 2294|Or a little word, and the little boy heard: 2294|"_God is in Heaven, the gates of Paradise 2294|Are open to him, and the gates ======================================== SAMPLE 24730 ======================================== 24869|Fled from the battle field away, 24869|And all the vulture and the stone 24869|Fell from the ground on some of those 24869|Whom Ráma and Kaikeyí slew. 24869|But all the rest, each bird and swan, 24869|With graceful air and flight sublime 24869|With the sweet music of their note 24869|Stood ready by their lord to spring, 24869|And, as the warrior from the fight 24869|Drove to their lord, he made reply: 24869|“Hushed is the mournful cry that caught 24869|All ear in Ráma’s name. 24869|Let all the birds and swans unite, 24869|For thou must be our guide. 24869|My love, my child, the lord has given 24869|And we for battle will prepare; 24869|And shall we, like the birds and swans, 24869|Speeding each other down? 24869|Ah me, my life is like a dream, 24869|With naught to think of but the fight. 24869|Ah, if from Ráma’s side I go, 24869|But let me leave in hope behind 24869|Some day my heart with pleasure fill, 24869|My days of life will soon be gone. 24869|No, I will bear no life so sweet: 24869|My life will be on Ráma’s side.” 24869|Then Ráma, with his arms about 24869|His loved Kaikeyí, spoke again: 24869|“O dearest spouse, I know that all 24869|The mighty armament, strong as steel, 24869|Will follow thee through battle field. 24869|But tell me, sweet Sítá, what must be, 24869|To lead my flight is such a weight, 24869|Like a great lotus that must toss 24869|Its petals in an amorous flame. 24869|Canst thou be ready, then, like me, 24869|To die her lord who bore her shame, 24869|And bid the king of earth be thine 24869|And thy dear brother and my lord? 24869|Canst thou with all the vulture crew 24869|Girdle thy waist or deck thy head? 24869|Canst thou with bird or elephant 24869|Stroke the swift feet I see not here?” 24869|She smiled and answered him again: 24869|“I only am the hero’s dame 24869|And Ráma hearkens from my eyes: 24869|But how the king to leave me here 24869|Must yield to me the maiden’s right, 24869|And Ráma’s glory I will not leave 24869|To Rishyamúka’s darling son. 24869|Come, Sítá, and thy brother tell 24869|To all the king his word proclaim. 24869|To all the people let it be 24869|’Tis Ráma calls, and with this speech, 24869|“Send him, with promptest arm, away 24869|And let Kaikeyí’s son be here.”” 24869|“Nay, Sítá, not I,” Ráma cried, 24869|And, wroth to Níla, cried, he too: 24869|“I will go, O Queen, and bring 24869|My faithful friend, with me to thee. 24869|With me, dear wife, my lord will go: 24869|And when we meet, thy words will weigh. 24869|With thee with suppliant palms and eyes, 24869|The Queen the words of Ráma hear.” 24869|Then Sítá, as he bade her, went 24869|In heart distraught to Ráma’s side, 24869|He to her side, in heart distressed, 24869|Swore one and all she should not speak. 24869|Then, as each day grew late and cold, 24869|To Ráma’s side the lady went. 24869|And when they came, in words austere 24869|Of zeal and reverence, to the Lord 24869|Of Life and Death they made their pray ======================================== SAMPLE 24740 ======================================== 28796|"I am the King of Men!--there is no word 28796|That can make a king, and none to take"-- 28796|"O then my Queen! my dear--my only Queen!" 28796|"Thou shalt be King till the day thou dost die." 28796|"But that's the only way!--I never may"-- 28796|"Now, if the world can only know 28796|I am the King of Women, whatsoe'er I be, 28796|A mighty monarch and queen in me am I: 28796|I'll rule as monarchs should and rule thee as should I." 28796|"Now you will understand," she sighed, and smiled, 28796|And gave a mighty sigh upon her cheek, 28796|And in the air grew dark and brighter, and a light 28796|Blazed from the sky, whereon the sunset shone, 28796|That, like the light of the setting sun upborne, 28796|A beacon in this world of ours should be. 28796|And then she rose and her feet she unsteadily 28796|Kissed, as when in a dream, when the light has gone, 28796|Till they are straight and they can tread upon 28796|The earth, like a man who walks with a one-legged maid. 28796|And she looked down sadly, and sorrowfully, 28796|And her heart was heavy with a bitter woe, 28796|As though she thought of the death of her father, dead 28796|Ere this, in his prime of life before the time 28796|When his high blood grew cold and his white bones turned grey; 28796|And, like a man who mourns the dead of his friends, 28796|She pondered all things sad and sorrowful 28796|Over the grave where her father dwells, and thought 28796|Of the white-gleaming bird that at the foot 28796|Of his grave is sitting on its mossed spear; 28796|Over the grave where the flower-crowned Queen is placed; 28796|And then she trembled and wept and sobbed so 28796|That only love and pity could make her feel 28796|Less well at heart than when she was lying low 28796|And dying, for her mother had failed to come. 28796|And her eyes were sad with the tear-drops that were there, 28796|And her heart with the anguish that it could bring. 28796|Then she thought of the little one loved by her, 28796|The little trembling, petted and lovingly nursed, 28796|And over and over her bosom she threw 28796|Brightness and brightness, until at last she grew 28796|All wistful, and looked up with her eyes full of tears. 28796|And at last she went on and on till she came 28796|To the grave where only one thing was left her, 28796|The wind of the wind of despairing love. 28796|So she went on till she reached it; and while she went 28796|Over its mighty length with her white heart beating 28796|Like a living heart of flame, she could see 28796|Nun and priest and daughter all in purple dressed, 28796|And lay in an embrace, and in her hand she brought 28796|All the treasure of him who in days gone by 28796|To her own soul had held her from the dark waves. 28796|She bowed to them, and with a trembling hand, 28796|Upon her bosom then her white robe she flung, 28796|And softly said, "I leave thee no longer to weep 28796|For any ill that thou hast suffered while I slept: 28796|I am so happy, O my father, on my throne, 28796|That I have loved thee in thy hour of darkness, 28796|And in light of thy glory I am glad. 28796|I leave thee here and take my joy in heaven. 28796|"Thy grief will soon be ended, but thy bliss 28796|Will be in passing on when thou wilt weep nae mair." 28796|And the maiden kissed the light of her father's smile. 28796|So wept she, O mother, when at last she sank; 28796|She was the bride of a man who had died long before; 28796|And all his life was a dream. In that dim night 28796| ======================================== SAMPLE 24750 ======================================== 26802|With the last words he uttered 26802|He spoke this answer as he hung, 26802|“I’ll not go with you, you know, 26802|If you want them not.” 26802|“A king shall have his will,” cried King John, 26802|“Who to do with me shall take—” 26802|“I’ll not go with you, sir,” he said, 26802|“Thou wilt not go with me, I hope, 26802|Unless thou mayst renounce.” 26802|“’Twas thus with the poor King William 26802|Thought to end his misrule. 26802|The King to his wife his message gave, 26802|That she to him did tell; 26802|“I’ll not go with you, my wife, 26802|Unless a better way thou find: 26802|You need not longer to resist, 26802|I never meant thee harm.” 26802|“I’ll never give ye strife, I pray, 26802|Unless, perchance, I’ll leave thee here; 26802|And I will reward your good behavior 26802|By the gift of a beautiful maid.” 26802|Now a noble knight was the gracious Queen 26802|To receive on her white shoulder 26802|His crown, and the crown alone, 26802|That King John took with him. 26802|A king may receive a golden bride, 26802|And a gift most precious too; 26802|But an only child is a far brighter prize, 26802|And that is the noble Queen. 26802|In fair array then the maidens show 26802|Their white and their black array; 26802|And many of them are wearing 26802|Their mantles of shining white. 26802|The noble Queen was the lady of the house, 26802|She wore on her lap a beauteous bow; 26802|She held it and twined it to her hair, 26802|And gave a flower of daffodil. 26802|“Now,” said the maiden, “give me a flower, 26802|Of rose or of myrtle bent; 26802|A dainty daisy shall be thy portion, 26802|And she will be thine only food.” 26802|A dainty daisy she gave unto the knight, 26802|And bade him to eat thereof every day; 26802|But the knight would not hevy so poor a thing, 26802|A pennyworth was his diet. 26802|Then the noble Queen brought the prince his bowl, 26802|And drank of the sparkling wine; 26802|But the maiden had not a drop for him, 26802|’Twas a far quicker fare. 26802|It took four maidens to bring the knight 26802|A beauteous bouquet; 26802|But the maiden only gave him a flower, 26802|And she gave a dainty bouquet. 26802|“Now, Master Henry, may ’t thee grieve 26802|That thou art far from me; 26802|Thou needst not suffer thy dear ones 26802|To be far from thy view. 26802|“A beauteous rose shall be thy dower 26802|Ere thou comest home: 26802|For thou shalt be to thy mother dear, 26802|And her to her true knight.” 26802|The gallant Henry hastens on his way, 26802|To the castle he his homeward way pursues; 26802|A far sweet Rose bloomed on each bush it looked, 26802|And he looked on it often day by day, 26802|Until at length the sweet Tree waked him, 26802|To his joy full sore at heart: 26802|“There yet is no great sorrow for me, 26802|My kinsmen, and my mother; 26802|For I will not mourn for the love of those 26802|Who for me loved so dreadfully.” 26802|And a great banquet they have made his guest, 26802|And all that that behold: 26802|The knight has drank his fill of that wine, 26802|And has eaten his dainties all, ======================================== SAMPLE 24760 ======================================== 27195|Shoo, shoo, shoo, de go-cart! Shoo, shoo, shoo, 27195|Shoo, shoo, shoo, de go-cart! Shoo, shoo, shoo, 27195|What do I say? Shoo, shoo, shoo, de cart! 27195|Shoo, shoo, shoo, de cart! Shoo, shoo, shoo, de cart! 27195|I'll ride on de cart, shoo, shoo, shoo; 27195|If you don't pack, I'll break my skull; 27195|I'll ride on de cart, shoo, shoo, shoo, 27195|If you pack down his chair, shoo, shoo, shoo. 27195|Shoo, shoo, shoo, de cart! Shoo, shoo, shoo, de cart! 27195|Shoo, shoo, shoo, de cart! Shoo, shoo, shoo, de cart! 27195|I'll sleep in dat chair, shoo, shoo, shoo, 27195|If you don't sit down, I'll knock my head! 27195|I'll sleep in dat chair, shoo, shoo, shoo, 27195|If you sit down, I'll knock my head! 27195|De Shoe of Fame is de feather-standin'-staff, 27195|For it's comin' out so thick! 27195|It hain't comin' very long 27195|Till it goes 'way, but I'll go 'way. 27195|Shoob of Fame, hoob of Fame, hoob o' Fame: 27195|It's comin' out so 'sonny now! 27195|But you may be glad o' dat shimmin', 27195|Dat you 'ad to wear de Shoe; 27195|Dat you 'a' been wearin' it a min'. 27195|And if you're glad to see 'fo' you go, 27195|You'll say, "Here 's a nice new Shoe!" 27195|He was a-livein' in the City, 27195|When he was put in prison; 27195|He'd had a Lawsuit on, and it'd go round and round, 27195|And he didn't know what to do. 27195|He took his Lawsuit to a Lawyer, 27195|And when he failed to hide it, 27195|He went to the Governor's Office, 27195|And begged of him a way to pay it. 27195|The Lawyer, he was cunning, 27195|Sought far and near, but couldn't find it out. 27195|"I'll pay ye," quoth he, 27195|"But ye must pay a dollar to get it." 27195|Now this is all we know about Ben. 27195|But it must be remembered that he had no rights. 27195|But he had "one, and I had a dozen," 27195|And that was all he got, 27195|And that was all he got 27195|When he went to prison. 27195|His brother was the biggest thief 27195|That ever ye had seen. 27195|He robb'd the Country-store to pay his Net, 27195|And there he locked him up, 27195|Until his body growled in his cell. 27195|The Lawyer said, "Now, Ben, 27195|Away you'll go, 27195|To rot in prison." 27195|Ben was a-riken, Ben was a-mad, 27195|Every word he spoke, 27195|That 'twas possible to read in sentence! 27195|He had been smoking, 27195|And drinking, 27195|And had been drinking to excess. 27195|One thing about Ben I know, 27195|He always wear a grin; 27195|For though it 'urt seem harsh to say, 27195|It's always ready when he smile. 27195|Oh, I remember how I felt, 27195|When I was put in prison. 27195|I was a little drunk; 27195|I was at _the_ best, 27195|And they say to men, "Go to your ruin." 27195|But he says, "I will make you my Pray'r; 27195| ======================================== SAMPLE 24770 ======================================== 1004|And such an one was I, who by his weight 1004|Incline so far, that I was forc'd to go 1004|There where my Lady Standar is; there to whom 1004|I now of this my forewarning give. 1004|I the misfortune of it saw, and sorely 1004|Impressed it on my mind, that e'er such heaviness 1004|Should bring misfortune to thee, who still art wanton. 1004|Soon as my footsteps few were gained, I saw 1004|Thy lady standing at the gate of Rome, 1004|Beneath the costly chair wherein Adam joined 1004|His spouse and matron of her household God. 1004|Lightly she threw off her garments, and said, 1004|"Who cometh from God's right hand, so may be known 1004|His will who is reigning in the sky! 1004|Whence is this grievous need, if I do not quickly 1004|Asflign? O sacred marbles, may we break 1004|These stubborn ties of love so swiftly 1004|That in short space we from these heavens shall float 1004|Unto the happy realms that are above them! 1004|No sooner one goes forth, than comes the host 1004|And throng that come with it; and now move on 1004|To the third circle, where is Beatrice, 1004|Who, but thy touch could overget us, quickly 1004|Would make us fast with its intense cold." 1004|O thou who goest to great victory, 1004|With what heart drags one step from the tread of all! 1004|Much it grieves me to think what Dante himself 1004|So little knowing was doing, and his lady 1004|So lull'd asleep; and that he was leading me 1004|Down through the dark wherein I feared he would be. 1004|On that side I heard the marsh horse's hoof. 1004|I turned me round unscathed, and following his path, 1004|Nearer the mistress and more near her came. 1004|"What dost thou, sweet mistress! what dost thou, love 1004|Of highest merit? What dost thou still behold 1004|In me, which is so forward struggling?" 1004|Well I perceived at a glance his vexation, 1004|His great agitation, his great anger, 1004|His great unrest, his unresting obedience; 1004|And he approached and embraced me so close, 1004|With such a longing to be farther there, 1004|That I dropped the earth, thinking that he was coming. 1004|My joy was past, my health was gone, and the burden 1004|I bear for all my life rested upon me; 1004|Till I, wishing still to go farther on, 1004|Laboured still for fruit, and put forth my hands. 1004|And he to left and to the right waves them 1004|To show me what path leads farther on the left. 1004|A little before our foot was the right bank 1004|Left long and narrow, where was painted first 1004|The image, of the Heaven where God is dwelling, 1004|His glory dispersed, humbling him in Heaven. 1004|And at the other left did standing record 1004|The Ascension of our Lord, with sign of peace, 1004|Bearing us two upon the right hand of him 1004|Who sitteth crowned with glory. Between 1004|The two great trees, opposite the vantage found 1004|Where Joyance looks upon the wherefore of her injuring. 1004|"O light Damian, and thou Madeline, 1004|Since these thou hast in secrecies shown, 1004|Know if the farther march be left mee, 1004|If I depart in silence or if I speed." 1004|"If thou thy way wouldst retrace," began the sun, 1004|"Do thou acquaint Damian on thy right 1004|With that which I have to tell him: from that part, 1004|Where sorrow abideth and where pardon fruiteth, 1004|Whose threshold thou arrivest now, follow the declivity. 1004|Now shalt thou feel if Pilate be really grief 1004|Author of such tears that from his bridge 1004|The Paestans drive thee with their oars o'er." ======================================== SAMPLE 24780 ======================================== 4010|Of the great-hearted Queen,--that in her hall 4010|With all the ladies of the land, 4010|To celebrate her good luck still 4010|A merry jig did jaunt: 4010|When, lo, in a strange land lay a wight 4010|Who looked out for his journey's sake, 4010|Without his journey's wish or aid, 4010|And he was a man of honour still. 4010|His name was Roger of the beard, 4010|Of the high brow, but with the hoar, 4010|With the beard of many a summer 4010|And hair of many a colouring, 4010|And, lo! he seem'd a man of worth. 4010|The Lady's jade cheek grew pale, 4010|With a faint dread he moved his tongue, 4010|And still less did she speak, or turn, 4010|For all at once her eyes grew wet 4010|With a dew of tears; 4010|Her bosom, too, and breast heaved full, 4010|As now, in the boughs they sought, 4010|In a cloud of piteous thought, 4010|She wept, till that high spirit sang, 4010|As if of her own blood to die 4010|Was a great prayer to Him whose breath 4010|Was the living dew, 4010|Which from human veins, 'twas given her 4010|To flow in her own blood! 4010|"Then, in his hall the high-traveller wept, 4010|But his words had no more weight now; 4010|That low tongue, which had long assailed 4010|The wrongs of man, had long been set 4010|On nought but her whom He loved! 4010|"And thus her tears at last were spent, 4010|And, like empty skies, they fell; 4010|And she, the noble lady fair, 4010|Stood up on her withered raiment, 4010|And saw that thou wast but a beard; 4010|And she began to stroke it, and sigh, 4010|To think that the hair which her eye knew 4010|Was by such a voice oppressed so. 4010|"The lord arose from his seat, but yet 4010|The Lady's face was not with tears; 4010|Her hair--her only care--she wept, 4010|But she wept more for her beauty's sake, 4010|And wished thou wert not like to her. 4010|"The Duke, and the lady, and all, 4010|She wept, to tell that she loved thee; 4010|The Count, and the Marquis, too, seemed woe, 4010|For their hearts, they wept, were but in vain, 4010|Thou wert, like thine hair, in their strife; 4010|The noble ladies woe, but they loved! 4010|For themselves have they not any more, 4010|For her--they wish thee in sorrowed sadness dead!" 4010|And then she turned and would not speak, 4010|As one in such sorrow might; 4010|But the Duke's sweet maidenhood 4010|Seemed to smile at her sighs, 4010|And then--she was gone! 4010|I only see her now-- 4010|The lady--on her bier, 4010|In the mass-homes of her castle-- 4010|While we, half in fancy, 4010|Walk the lawn by the brook side, 4010|Where the grass blows deep and green, 4010|Thoughts which, in life's dark youthfulness, 4010|Lingered close and tender yet, 4010|And still as their tones became, 4010|And wilder yet as the wilder years, 4010|She had lost when she was nought. 4010|But, by the hand of God, I swear 4010|She lived, and lived in me! 4010|And though she passed from my sight, 4010|These thoughts, with the veil, I lay o'er 4010|In the heart of my heart, and still 4010|The memory of the lady's face 4010|Still clings, as if her image were nought. 4010|We loved her as ne' ======================================== SAMPLE 24790 ======================================== 1054|That they are at the door of the great gate. 1054|For a mile they were coming towards it, 1054|And we're on foot; and though the night was dark, 1054|We heard them sing in the hollow trees. 1054|"O here they come," he said, "full four miles in a row; 1054|We hardly can stay for the night, 1054|For the moon made the water go away, 1054|And the wind blew the clouds from our face." 1054|And the next man, from the river bank, 1054|He was singing like a bough, lance and all, 1054|And he told them we were coming for gold. 1054|But when he saw our faces were pale, 1054|For his heart was sad and sore: 1054|His great soul shook itself with fear, 1054|And the first man had but his head to keep, 1054|For he looked with a look as black as night. 1054|And the third man was as black as hell, 1054|With a look which blacked heaven in; 1054|And there came the fourth one out of the dark; 1054|And he cried out a cry all too loud: 1054|"Let the great gold-fly hear and flee; 1054|The black-stone root is here at my heart. 1054|"Come forward, ye four brave men and braw, 1054|Come forward, ye black-stone root and you, 1054|And see me come up to the gate of hell; 1054|In front I'll keep my walls and keep my gate; 1054|But you must not turn about at my cry. 1054|"Though the world should say that it is dark, 1054|And I am the black-stone root of hell; 1054|Yet you do the right on a dreadful day, 1054|And a night of slaughter is coming on. 1054|"At least at night I will hold the town; 1054|At times it shall seem like heaven's own light, 1054|And the stars have a night like a good, holy night, 1054|"Ah! what if some great one should cry out, 1054|And the moon turn pale with mourning; 1054|And the wild wind howl to the gates of hell, 1054|And doom should the mountains and woods enthral, 1054|And doom the wide, wide world to be a night 1054|"There are other games that men play!" 1054|And then I heard a sigh far off; 1054|And my heart sang like a bird at rest; 1054|It was the King's poor little daughter; 1054|He was dying of a broken heart. 1054|"O mother, mother, let me die, 1054|And if I never may be young, 1054|But never grow to be old men, 1054|Then I'll live and sing till I die." 1054|But he spoke to his heart, and he said: 1054|"O for the black-stone root, and the moon, 1054|And a king's daughter, so young and so fair, 1054|When I was a child in the dark, 1054|And she was a queen of the world at large, 1054|And I a little slave and to be led." 1054|"O mother, mother, let me die, 1054|And if I never may be old, 1054|But never grow to be old men, 1054|Then I'll live and sing until I die." 1054|"O mother, mother, let me die, 1054|And then I'll sing long-winded songs 1054|Of love, and of joy and of hope; 1054|I'll sing long as the moon doth shine, 1054|And then I'll fall down and die." 1054|So she died, and the great night's end 1054|Passed on the dark, and there lay the crown 1054|Of the dark with the head of her life; 1054|And it shone, and it shone at last 1054|Like a star of the morning on a day. 1054|And now a star of the morning grey, 1054|Like a star of dawn on a road of snow, 1054|Woke on a field of the dead, 1054|Wore on a field of the dead. 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 24800 ======================================== 7394|And the men said, "Behold! the good Lord, too, 7394|With his hand shall be our messenger to them!" 7394|The gates of that great palace swung wide; 7394|The gate of Truth stood open wide that night. 7394|The gates of God swung open wide;-- 7394|The gate of Love was open wide that night. 7394|The portals of the Court were made 7394|To yawn for strangers to enter in, 7394|The portals of the Court were made 7394|Gaping to be swathed in the richest robes;-- 7394|The gates swung open to the throng; 7394|The portals swung wide to the crowd. 7394|A trumpet-men in his corner pealed 7394|The song of welcome, loud and lofty, 7394|As the great Prophet of Allah spoke; 7394|"Welcome, from that far Court so far away, 7394|Welcome, for this is the first of days; 7394|Welcome to this splendid Court and hall, 7394|Welcome to this opulent home of God, 7394|Welcome to this spacious house of worship, 7394|Welcome to the Prophet, Lord of life, 7394|Hail, mighty Lord of Lords, 7394|Lord of the World, the World! 7394|Thou, Lord of the World, 7394|Thy mighty Master, 7394|Hail, valorous Lord of Life! 7394|In our country-doorways 7394|We welcome you 7394|From the midnight camp-point, when the dawn-sun climbs 7394|The stately highlands, 7394|From the camp-torrent's shout, 7394|When the wild horn is blown, 7394|And the lances are drawn, and the battle lines have spread. 7394|We greet you in this humble spot 7394|Where all our fathers 7394|Poured, in that famous day, 7394|Their hero-thoughts to thee, 7394|As from the hearts of men, 7394|Our country-maids the heroes of old 7394|To the mighty Master, "Dear Lord of the Universe!" they cried. 7394|"We bless thee, good Lord, for this day 7394|That all men honor thee, 7394|And for years of service done, 7394|And thy holiness too; 7394|Who was ever great enough to make thy sons and daughters free?" 7394|The Prophet answered, the Spirit said, 7394|"Thy birthright is to be free"-- 7394|The prophet said, "The life 7394|Is slavery, but the death 7394|The like of me"-- 7394|The Prophet said, "No nation is worth the life it takes, 7394|But give me to go with my sheep, 7394|And give me the path of truth, 7394|Or cast me to the winds of the sea and make me a dog of the sea." 7394|He did but speak to one of mankind, 7394|But the Prophet went away and died! 7394|From the house of my own love, 7394|From the house of my own soul, 7394|From that love, in whose heart 7394|The heart's unrest is rest, 7394|And the soul's calm hour of calm, 7394|From that soul, in whose soul 7394|The world may rest or wail. 7394|Oh, what joy shall be mine 7394|That in the day that's far, 7394|I'll gather the flowers you gave me in Paradise, 7394|From the bowers of my own heart, 7394|And place them where my love shall come to me each day. 7394|Or if in the night that'll come 7394|And be mine, I may go 7394|With the angels that wait for my every thought and cry, 7394|And, seated at ease, before 7394|My soul's high altar, stand 7394|Forging fire for my God, 7394|Forgiving him whose hands 7394|Have wrought a thousand wrongs and made 7394|Each single one right. 7394|Oh, what joy shall be mine 7394|That the day of death 7394|Will pass and my life 7394|Come back to me like a vision from afar, 7394|And the shadows and sorrows ======================================== SAMPLE 24810 ======================================== May be some old-world story, a tale that 7164|seemed of some mystic value to me. 7164|"Who could have thought it?--But I have done it! 7164|Who could have _thought_ it? I am the one who knelt down and sang 7164|the anthem of God in the days before God came to the world. 7164|I will think it over before I sleep tonight--to keep my eyes 7164|satisfied with the sight of His glory all through the day." 7164|So I thought it over. It was so wonderful and sweet and the 7164|I think I have finished. A great and glorious dream, 7164|I have had and wish to keep. 7164|I have done at last what all great men do. 7164|I have come to that great goal, that shining goal, 7164|God,--the goal, 7164|The end in the beginning, the end in the Beginning, 7164|I am there now--I am on the heights, that I never knew 7164|in my life,--the hills. 7164|The clouds were dark before, the silence was deep, 7164|but now God is with me. 7164|From this high hill, the world is all made plain. 7164|He has given me a voice that calls, "Come out of thy cave, 7164|God is with me now. 7164|As a child I followed 7164|And my mother's voice came up, I follow, follow 7164|My father's voice that calls--I am on the heights, that I never knew." 7164|I will climb the mountain heights and reach heaven now. 7164|I will climb the mountain heights, and reach heaven! The sun 7164|is on me, the flowers are growing, I shall be a child with 7164|children! 7164|The sun is on me, the flowers are growing, I shall be a child! 7164|I can see the world and all its beauty now. 7164|I can see the hills, the wood-tops, the rivers flowing over 7164|the blue. The mountains look down over me, like clouds, dark, 7164|and high, with white tops. 7164|I can see the river winding over the fields, like a child, 7164|like an infant, 7164|with its little waves. 7164|And I hear the voice of God! 7164|I am with the spirit of youth, with the voice of my childhood! 7164|He calls me, he knows 7164|I follow his steps now, as I follow the feet of the Sun. 7164|I can see the sunlight, I can see the white sky 7164|above me, 7164|I can hear the singing birds, the sweet of the human being's 7164|song, 7164|And I can see earth moving, the motion of the whole world! 7164|I am with the motion of earth, of the whole world. 7164|The sun is with me here, on the heights of the heights. 7164|I have come down to the earth now, and his song I follow. 7164|I see the world afar--the world of its beauty, 7164|the world of its rivers, 7164|the fields, the forests, and the shining mountains. 7164|The great hills are with me and the vast distances; 7164|and the sea, 7164|The sky is with me on earth, the motion of my life, 7164|the sky! 7164|This life is the highest life, the sweetest life. 7164|O God, give me the strength for God's glory, 7164|I can look on my Father. 7164|My mother's eyes are bright, her heart is warm. 7164|My father's spirit is there always, 7164|and my hands and my feet, my little feet, 7164|are all there with my Father in Heaven. 7164|The world lies before me now. 7164|The shadow of my heart falls on my Father's 7164|head. 7164|His love is shining in my world. 7164|He walks above my head where earth's radiance 7164|lies. 7164|I am the one whom God has loved all my life, 7164|the love of my Father! 7164|In my hands the rose-red rose, in my ======================================== SAMPLE 24820 ======================================== 24216|Soothed my soul to visions lost 24216|In the happy, cloudless air, 24216|Where the bright star-winds fanned 24216|With their soft and dreamy breath 24216|My burning body bare; 24216|Where the wavelet murmurs low, 24216|And a moon-light sleep is spread 24216|Over the land below. 24216|The moonbeams faint and far, 24216|The twilight's cloud-light rest, 24216|The star-wind's magic sway; 24216|Soothe my throbbing heart to rest! 24216|The day, the night of life is o'er, 24216|The sun has risen, and at length 24216|My soul is laid with thine. 24216|And now the morning light shall raise 24216|Her lovely face to heaven again, 24216|And pour its glory on thy breast; 24216|And when the starlight soft shall flow 24216|O'er the grave to hide her now, 24216|Let not the tears my eyes shall wet 24216|Be bitter, for my heart is thine. 24216|My heart, my heart is dying fast, 24216|Oh! let me rest with thee once more; 24216|Once more my voice may whisper low 24216|That all is well with life above; 24216|The hours of bliss that fled so fast, 24216|And were so long with thee are o'er. 24216|My soul shall know no sorrow more 24216|Than the sweet thoughts are thine to-day; 24216|My eyes my tears will never know, 24216|But still they shall be bright with mine. 24216|And thou shalt hold them bright through all 24216|A light that never dies at night; 24216|And when I hear thy gentle tone, 24216|I'll be a thousand times as kind. 24216|Then, while my weary heart is sad, 24216|Let not the tears my eyes will dry, 24216|But let me hear thy voice again, 24216|I will reply with eagerness. 24216|Let not the tears my heart shall fill 24216|With thoughts of the dear ones gone; 24216|For tears like these, my sorrows bright, 24216|Are wont to cheer us when we mourn. 24216|The sun, like Summer's radiant queen, 24216|When she has passed away, 24216|Is wrapt in her shadowed wing; 24216|And twilight spreads o'er fields and streams 24216|Her silent, silent night. 24216|But still the soft and silent light, 24216|Still deep and deep within, 24216|Arose from out the silent night, 24216|That sleeps in its eternal sleep. 24216|The bird is singing yet, 24216|And will sing till I die; 24216|Then will I hear the song it sings, 24216|And see its bright eyes shine; 24216|For, ah! I know with every strain-- 24216|It only sings for thee. 24216|Let me but win your smile, 24216|I would give all the rest 24216|I have that now seems cold 24216|Into the present day. 24216|Let me but kiss your cheek, 24216|And you will be my bride, 24216|With the life within your heart, 24216|Aye, more afeard than I. 24216|Let me to the forest go, 24216|Thou art the sweetest thing, 24216|The kindest, fairest bird 24216|That ever blest a lair. 24216|The only one who ever could 24216|In love and beauty suit. 24216|So let us leave her, love, to-night, 24216|As we did yesterday. 24216|As the sun and earth were fair, 24216|From the sun and earth and sky 24216|What joy for the heart of me, 24216|And the man whose heart is gay? 24216|What joy for life's poor sake, 24216|To me if the stars rise up, 24216|That all good things have for me? 24216|The sun is bright; the trees are fair, 24216|The brook is ever fair. 24216|The brook is deep and clear, 24216|And ever fresh and fair ======================================== SAMPLE 24830 ======================================== 2294|"If my lips are cold, or if my heart is wild, 2294|"I'll leave my love and go mad, or drown. 2294|"If it be death to see you now, yet why 2294|"Shall I be silent, like a broken rill, 2294|"Or weep for you when I have died and gone? 2294|"I loved you, always loved you, if you tell 2294|"I do not love you, that's sure, dear! 2294|"I could lie down and die if I were poor, 2294|"But then with you I could live and breathe, 2294|"For if life had a price, dear, I'd not hide it, 2294|"It was not death that gave it." 2294|"No! you should live and drink your fill 2294|"Alone and apart from men you'll go. 2294|"And when I am gone, poor dear, I'll love you 2294|"Like this cold heart has lain with you; 2294|"And when I am gone, poor dear, you'll see me 2294|"At home by the sea-side laughing sweet, 2294|"While I sing the great old hymn of praise 2294|"For the dear God who made heaven and earth. 2294|"I have called you poor, dear! you know I meant it! 2294|"It was not death I called you." 2294|She laughed, she shook her head, 2294|"Oh! you are all that I have thought 2294|"Of a woman, true, and great, and wise." 2294|Oh! there's the water-cress, the very lily. 2294|And down in the meadow, the grass is red. 2294|"Oh, if your heart was pure, I might behold 2294|"You are standing by the water-side. 2294|"'Tis the wind of the dawn, and the heart of the year, 2294|"Love, my love, my sweet, to be with you! 2294|"Why did you leave your house, and cross the sea? 2294|"They say I was a devil-may-care woman, 2294|"But it's all a dream, dear, it's all a dream. 2294|"Where are the birds that were singing the old chant 2294|"For so long I have been gone, dear, it's all a dream." 2294|Oh! there's the wild thyme, and in the wood 2294|Is the heart of a girl that's asleep, 2294|Or has dreamt of a ghost of a summer rain 2294|And the sun that is never setting, my dear. 2294|And o'er the white water with long wet fingers 2294|There is the scent of a rose a-dropping, 2294|As the wild thyme is falling, falling, falling. 2294|"I have left my house, my love, I have crossed 2294|The sea to be where you are heart-sick, 2294|Where love is a fever, and sorrow a gloom. 2294|"Where the wild-briars are trimming their nest, 2294|Love, my love, it is your house to leave!" 2294|But the wild thyme is falling, falling, falling, 2294|And the wild thyme is falling, falling. 2294|"So I have gone," she sighs, "I have gone the way 2294|"To make men happy who dwell with men, 2294|And I shall go the way to make men free 2294|To sing and to sing from now on, sweetheart, 2294|When the wild thyme is falling, falling, falling." 2294|Oh! the wild thyme on the sea-sands hangs, 2294|And the night-wind of the east is wild; 2294|Oh! the wild thyme-tops, the sea-girt sea-sides, 2294|Are for ever blue overhead. 2294|And there in the dusk a dreamy face 2294|Will look at the sky and smile back, 2294|But that smiling face is not true love's own. 2294|And in the dreams she will see her love, 2294|And the eyes that shall shine so long, so long. 2294|Oh! she will see his face so white and ======================================== SAMPLE 24840 ======================================== 18007|Till the heart of the lady 18007|Came to a sudden unrest; 18007|"I should give myself up to You," 18007|So the lady made reply, 18007|"And not your own beloved, 18007|Not your sweetheart, my dearest, 18007|Came to the sudden unrest. 18007|"And I cannot help you now, dear one, 18007|For I know, and I swear, 18007|That in your love so cold and stern, 18007|I would rather be alone." 18007|Then the lady, so calm and sweet, 18007|Took him from her arms and laid him 18007|Deep among a stream of dew. 18007|"Sleep!" said she, "I am willing to trust 18007|As sure as your heart is mine. 18007|But I'd be glad to take back again 18007|This one good moment of thy rest; 18007|Or it may be, now that you're sleeping, 18007|You would rather see me dead. 18007|Happiness and Love, they say, go hand in hand, 18007|They could not have been so fair; 18007|So, listen to Mother Nature, 18007|She says that all fair things are fragile and frail; 18007|They go hand in hand with pain. 18007|For her darling is a tender flower, 18007|And she only keeps loving day by day, 18007|While the cruel world her heart doth rend, 18007|Forgetting that it has born such a blossom. 18007|"But, sweetheart, hear me," Mother Nature said, 18007|"There is no power on earth to keep her fair; 18007|And I know how little of her beauty lies; 18007|I say, she is loved and missed by him, 18007|But by no one except his mother, you know." 18007|It was a white and beautiful bird, 18007|And with his golden beak he said: 18007|"Who would not fain be loved, as you, 18007|By one so sweet and fair?" 18007|So we held to each other, dear friend, 18007|While our hearts were sweet with youth and health, 18007|And love-light shone in each bright eye, 18007|And I knew I loved him well. 18007|Then a song rang out, and I listened and heard, 18007|A song with the words "I love you." 18007|And I know that the words came from their source, 18007|As the words of the song, sweet and strong: 18007|"Who would not love, as you, fair, dear, good, true?" 18007|The man I love is a good old soul, 18007|With the sweetest breath of his own smoke-- 18007|Who would love as you, sweet, good, true? 18007|How we kissed, and laughed and talked, 18007|And I know that our souls are light, 18007|As the light of our love is; 18007|And I think that our souls, though fleeting, 18007|Are eternal and sweet. 18007|And I think that our paths will keep 18007|As true a love for aye 18007|As two lives, warm and true and sweet, 18007|The man I love is a good old soul, 18007|With the sweetest breath of his own smoke, 18007|And the man I love is a good old soul! 18007|We walked along the old street, the wind swept by, 18007|And we said, "O, what a world it seems now we're here!" 18007|We stopped to eat a little, we talked awhile, 18007|"O, Love, the world will never be the same again!" 18007|And I said, "You are wrong, nor do I know why, 18007|My true love is only a good old soul with me!" 18007|The wind swept by. We went along without, 18007|And there, by the way, there seemed a little flower, 18007|And I seemed to see eyes of eyes, and very pretty, 18007|And the world seemed strange and cruel without, without! 18007|The wind swept by. We came upon a wood, 18007|In the valley, 'neath the shade of a peach tree, 18007|And I said, ======================================== SAMPLE 24850 ======================================== 1287|'Thou that have made me to be thus unthinking, 1287|Whom I didst esteem with awe all too high! 1287|Then my beloved I'll show thee, and not hide 1287|Myself, and tell thee why now I am here; 1287|That which to love thou knewst, I know well, 1287|But for the love's sake, to thee I'm come. 1287|The night is gone, the moon rises bright, 1287|The winds make music like a well-tuned harp, 1287|The stars their shining quires have all begun,-- 1287|How sweet is all with hands in full rest! 1287|To feel the freshness of the morning air 1287|And of the earth in its goodly prime; 1287|With all the joy and happiness 1287|That nature, with her bounty, hath to give!" 1287|Thus to the maid, forsooth she said, 1287|"And dost thou, then, for this aught afraid? 1287|Or was it not your wont to say 1287|I had, if here, in this abode 1287|I'd never more a thought employ? 1287|O, thou wert glad, whom I have borne thus far 1287|To so much bliss, and so much love! 1287|But now no more I'll think of things so drear, 1287|Nor think on things so beautiful." 1287|Thus she her thoughts to peaceful end 1287|Her life had longed to cease and share. 1287|And now, all-happy maiden, thus, 1287|With many a word in answer bright, 1287|All-happy maid, I'll turn to tell 1287|To her old home the tale before. 1287|Once on a time there lived a monk of old time, 1287|And his name was Stamboul; 1287|And he ate all with his lord and master dear, 1287|And spent his wealth besides. 1287|Yet oftentimes the lord would give him such things, 1287|And praise the offering so: 1287|And thought it glory in him that he took such 1287|Goodly gifts, and gave so little. 1287|Then the monk, in his dainty robes arrayed, 1287|Made his maid a robe of snow, 1287|And he gave his sweetheart a ringletsome ringlet 1287|That made her cheeks look blithely fair. 1287|And many a day he did this deed and deed, 1287|To his sweetheart, a fair young lady. 1287|And when at eve the day was night-full of cloud, 1287|He to sleep arose and slept. 1287|Wearing his robes, the monk on a morning troth 1287|Rode to the city of Beaune; 1287|When suddenly he heard a gentle melody, 1287|That stirred his heart to sudden weeping. 1287|The bird made his cheeks blush, 1287|The sky was full of starry lights. 1287|The monk, the while, as a sigh he heaved, 1287|Said with a merry look, "O sweetheart mine, 1287|Why has a sweetheart dallied with another?" 1287|And he was gone, by the way, 1287|When he heard a voice, 1287|Wherein he looked in surprise,-- 1287|"O dame, I can plainly hear thy strain, 1287|And thy voice is singing so sweetly!" 1287|Then the lover replied,--"What song hast thou 1287|For the good Lord of Beaune? 1287|No, I'll never ride forth by the way again, 1287|With thy voice to play on my ear; 1287|But if Thou hast, as I think, for me any task, 1287|Then sing thou and no other hear." 1287|The lover answered,--"In truth, 1287|I'll bring the tune that thou hast taught me, 1287|And in a lyre will tune my own." 1287|Then the monk began to play, 1287|Which, when he played it, was so sweet and clear! 1287|It caused the tears to start in each one's eye, 1287|And roused up all the fair ones there! 1287|And quickly was heard in the ======================================== SAMPLE 24860 ======================================== 1042|With the breath. 1042|No more of that you hear, 1042|That one thought that you say, 1042|In the day and the night, 1042|From your lips that are sweet, 1042|When the soul is to death 1042|And the heart is at rest. 1042|O I remember how sweet 1042|It was to do you good; 1042|To your memory's great 1042|I would like to put a touch, - 1042|Then the words of a man 1042|I repeat, O my friend, - 1042|As one who began, 1042|And am but one more 1042|To one more sweet 1042|To one more gay, 1042|Of a love so deep 1042|That I cannot live 1042|In the name of too much 1042|Or too much truth. 1042|O to have been your wife, 1042|You of small rank and wealth! 1042|And that you were less 1042|A man than the child 1042|Of so little substance, 1042|Yet you loved him all the same. 1042|For all good in you - all ill - 1042|For all the pangs of birth 1042|That ever the soul aches 1042|And is still befogged 1042|With them and their cure, 1042|And still in your deep thought's 1042|That same thought's care at its guide, - 1042|It was not in the power 1042|Of that one thought, my friend, 1042|Nor yours, nor mine, to save 1042|My soul from itself, 1042|When that one thought came, 1042|As a dove from the bird 1042|Of the darkness of the sky. 1042|Oh, if I were that child, 1042|The wild child of your heart, 1042|For all the things you said 1042|Or did to be, 1042|As I in my soul's early 1042|Yearning for so far 1042|From the name of the boy, 1042|I might be changed or free 1042|From all those ways of your 1042|And your ways of me; 1042|Yet I would not, O life 1042|That was so made to be, 1042|For the soul with its fears, 1042|Not be happy so. 1042|For all the things you gave 1042|I might as a soul resign 1042|You for loss of it. 1042|If you knew my life, and I 1042|Were of your race and mould, 1042|What care I if in our 1042|No more to be found, 1042|What need we know that you 1042|Were not of our race or birth? 1042|If you knew my age, and I 1042|Were of your own eternal kind, 1042|What care I if in our 1042|No more to be found, 1042|What need we know that you 1042|Were not of our race or birth? 1042|Your face is a little day, 1042|Your face the more for doing good: 1042|In the day we are done with it, 1042|Out of the way into the night. 1042|And what is done, and what is done, 1042|Is the thing that is undone. 1042|Who is undone is he that wakens not! 1042|Who is striving, is he he that slights her! 1042|The heart that lies 1042|In the bosom, or the heart that's dreaming there, 1042|The hand 1042|That is not in the night to comfort wrong, 1042|The eye 1042|That's not watching overhead, 1042|To see for what a night is done and done - 1042|Have they forgot her face, the face that's there! 1042|Who will not seek her? 1042|Who may not help her, 1042|Hath she not come to him, 1042|Hath she not come to him, 1042|Hath she not come to him? 1042|Who will not show her 1042|The love that's in him to the woman he loved? 1042|She was a lover; 1042|He a fool; 1042|Have ======================================== SAMPLE 24870 ======================================== 1304|Wandered through fields, and woods, and glade, 1304|Like a fair muse, and in the woods 1304|Like a muse in woods she wandered: 1304|While a voice from the distance calling, 1304|'Come, follow and be fain of loving!' 1304|Goes the fair muse, floating through the bowers. 1304|'Twas a voice from the mountains under, 1304|'Come, follow and be free from dangers!' 1304|Goes the fair muse, floating through the vale,-- 1304|'Come, follow and be fain of living!' 1304|'Twixt the sunlight and the dew-fall 1304|Fair 's the face that follows with shadows. 1304|'Come follow and be fain of loving!' 1304|'Come follow and be free--of living!' 1304|'Come and be fain--of loving and loving!' 1304|Come follow and be freed--of living!' 1304|The face turned to the stars, and with them follow'd. 1304|'What eyes are these?' the maiden cries, with a sigh. 1304|'Whose are these eyes I see?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'Where has he hidden?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'What do they see?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'Have they seen any mortals?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'Are mortals ever lost?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'No mortals do they ever behold?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'Where has he hidden me?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'What is it I see in her face?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'Is it sorrow or joy?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'Whose is the face that I see? Where have they taken her?' 1304|'Are her eyes ever troubled?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'Where has he hidden her?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'What does she do?' the sultry day follows. 1304|'She is ever singing, or weeping, or laughing:' and she answers: 1304|'She is ever wheeling, dancing, or crying, or sighing.' 1304|'A song, and a dalliance, and light, and a revel or two, and a 1304|'What do they mean?' she cries, with a sigh. 1304|'What is the song she sings?' she cries, with a sigh. 1304|'What is the dalliance and light?' she asks. 1304|'What dance she dances?' she cries, with a sigh. 1304|'What dances she doth dance?' she asks, with a sigh. 1304|'What dance is the light?' she asks. 1304|'That light is the song that she sings.' 1304|Then her voice rang sweet 1304|In that hollowed hollow of the heart: 1304|'Sing to me now a song! Sing my song, 1304|Sing for me now a song of love! 1304|Sing to me as the spring-time sings, 1304|Sing my soul to me, for I love!' 1304|'But--but the song! the song!' she cries, with a sigh. 1304|'A song! a song of a love I do know! 1304|I think--but it's hard to tell!' 1304|And her face was sad as the face of the night, 1304|And she turned to the spring and laughed out aloud-- 1304|'I shall never know! 1304|I shall never know! 1304|I shall go up in a day 1304|With a song and with a light at my eye! 1304|'I shall rise in the morning, and be 1304|A singer of light, I do know-- 1304|And with my songs, the sun shine on!' 1304|The poet's sorrow in the bard, 1304|With sweet and silent pace, 1304|Has heard the mystic rhyme 1304|Of the river in the dark, 1304|And the bird that sings in the dawn, 1304|And the flower that blooms in the rain. 1304|Hushed to the last the bird and the flower; 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 24880 ======================================== 36287|Says that the earth is fair and fruitful, 36287|And the air is sweet, and the sky is blue; 36287|But I have seen the fickle light. 36287|I have stood on the shore in the morning sun, 36287|When the sea was filled with laughter and light; 36287|And the waves have danced to the song of the sea bird 36287|Which the wind doth sing to the waves of the sea. 36287|And I have watched in the dusk when the stars dimmed 36287|Their brilliant eyes that knew too much; 36287|For I know that our life is not in our hands, 36287|But in the sea and all things that are free; 36287|And I will not say that there is no balm 36287|For the pain of a broken heart. 36287|But oh, the eyes that long for the light, 36287|When the earth is veiled of her beauty and grace. 36287|I am weary of tears though I see them flow, 36287|Though love be no more! 36287|And to-night I seek my bed with two others, 36287|Who would lie cold and silent if only I 36287|Mourned quietly in the darkness of a night. 36287|There must be tears for the moonlight on the blue sea, 36287|And for shadows from the mist before my eyes; 36287|For there is the flower of earth--the moonlight, moonlight, 36287|And the stars of heaven in the night. 36287|I seek not, I know, but God knows that the moon 36287|Is shining through the clouds in the silence; 36287|And I know that we two love; I ask not 36287|Who knoweth, but I know that we two love. 36287|But I seek not, I know, who knoweth that love 36287|Is sweeter for the kiss of the lips that make it, 36287|And I know that to me he loved ever 36287|Who loved his love in the days of yester. 36287|There is no way to love a man who makes it 36287|In his own age, when life is sweet and fair, 36287|When I am old and old and his lips are still. 36287|But I was young, and I was wise, and he was young, 36287|And love was mine, and he loved mine 36287|Who was wise and loved the dearer for mine eyes; 36287|For love is older than his love was born; 36287|And mine and his are not the same to mine! 36287|Yet while we lie together you speak low; 36287|I raise my eyes and he speaks low. 36287|It is a pleasant night and far from fear 36287|I watch the wild black hounds of the winter, 36287|That hoot and whistle with a haggard cheer, 36287|As on they go; while the sun shines hot 36287|Above the sea like iron that burns; 36287|While the winds grow loud with the tumult 36287|Of the great woods of snow to their feet, 36287|As they sweep, the stormy woods of ice 36287|From their long caves, up the mountain pass; 36287|And the sea-beach lies grey and white 36287|On the dark beach in the silent bay, 36287|Like the old man in his house by the sea-- 36287|And all things seem strange, and strange their way. 36287|And I think of a dream I had, long ago, 36287|That I have told many times since then, 36287|When a dream seemed to be coming true 36287|And my life seemed more perfect now 36287|Than it ever can be sweet to me, 36287|And bright and full than ever before. 36287|But I cannot make mine old desire 36287|To look over the ocean at sea 36287|Where the long waves are dancing to break 36287|The old broken ships, and wreck and fall, 36287|As storms now are raging and raging. 36287|And there is no light to be found 36287|Beyond a great wild sea of snow; 36287|For a wind from God's kingdom of sleep 36287|Comes down and blows his golden hair, 36287|And with many a cloud on his brow 36287|Has touched the moon with new wonderment. 36287|A ======================================== SAMPLE 24890 ======================================== 24869|The viceroy at his side to keep 24869|The palace of Brahmá near at hand. 24869|I, well content to be his slave, 24869|Him, of his might, his law obeys. 24869|The prince, who, like a master wise, 24869|With all his might and main exerts 24869|His powers in all the duties meet, 24869|To me in turns his favour yields. 24869|I from the realm of Daśaratha, 24869|His son, enjoy, O prince, my lord. 24869|He made me lord o’er Śahú and Vaśi, 24869|And, by his boon, he gave me power 24869|Of him who made, and gave me rule, 24869|Kriśá and his realm, and, as my sire, 24869|SileÇa and Dardana ruled. 24869|No prince in all this world could boast 24869|Obedience to the lord of earth, 24869|Whose eye, in all his counsels, is 24869|So wise, so good, so great and bright. 24869|O happy I as he, his son, 24869|His lord like some great monarch is: 24869|My love he loves me with his life, 24869|Oblations, as the blessed boon, 24869|As though I was his only prize. 24869|This happy lord, of royal race, 24869|Would make my choice, if but the son 24869|Of Bhrigu’s offspring, Raghu, came, 24869|To lead us forth from danger nigh, 24869|And all her glory, glory, give. 24869|My pride, for honour, high and true, 24869|Of honour is no mind, but naught. 24869|But he who for his prince, my friend, 24869|Would all in proper obedience bear, 24869|Would have for that royal favour too 24869|The homage that my lord would give. 24869|My friends and all the people know 24869|The promise I for him have made. 24869|But still my love for him remains, 24869|And binds me to his feet and knees. 24869|Now shall I, to my brother’s land, 24869|Come forth to bear the message he 24869|Thus by his brother’s will declares: 24869|So let it be. To all who hear, 24869|From this our brother’s royal race, 24869|This message I by him will bear, 24869|My honoured lord.” 24869|Canto XXVII. Sítá’s Departure. 24869|And when the Vánar chiefs had done 24869|And each, my faithful Sítá, had 24869|Brought home his costly dame 24869|From Sítá’s Lavi(1032) home, 24869|The Vánar host was filled with joy 24869|And many a faithful friend, 24869|By all the praise of Bharat known 24869|The Vánar chieftains bowed her reverent. 24869|“O Sítá, fair and blithe sweet, 24869|With love for Ráma’s love, 24869|Is left in exile far away, 24869|And you, O bridegroom, here? 24869|And, after countless sorrows past 24869|And many years of pain, 24869|For him the queen Śatrughna bore 24869|Whose love for Ráma spanned. 24869|O lovely bright of eyes, 24869|That Ráma in his heart did hold 24869|And with him Lakshmaṇ held, 24869|O speak, O maiden dear, 24869|O damsel so wise, how may this be? 24869|Your Ráma will to-day be there 24869|In his old splendour clad.” 24869|Her mother in an act of woe 24869|Cried to her sweet brother, thus: 24869|“O Lakshmaṇ, let us now, dear brother, 24869|And to my true-love’s home repair.” 24869|She ceased: he answered, swiftly sped ======================================== SAMPLE 24900 ======================================== 13650|All through the night I hear it. 13650|The clock is striking twelve, 13650|Calling me to bed; 13650|Its little foot is wet 13650|With dew-wet flakes. 13650|The moon is out, and long 13650|The night wears, long I stay 13650|Watching the stars. 13650|The clock is striking twelve, 13650|I must away to bed; 13650|But all the while 13650|I hear the nightwind come 13650|And calling me. 13650|I never open wide my eyes, I never throw 13650|My head from side to side to the window-blind. 13650|I never close them so tight, so tight, I know 13650|The day is coming, coming, and soon 13650|I'll be too old to toddle and toddle again, 13650|With my two little children crying in my pain. 13650|There's not a joy the world can give like play, 13650|When children are happy. 13650|'Tis something we never can understand 13650|Without looking at it. 13650|They never can tell how much it really is 13650|They always keep asking. 13650|Ah! happy they who've no care for wealth, 13650|Or the grandest homes, 13650|The very dogs, or cats, or catsnips grow! 13650|Mother thinks they're all the same. 13650|When a baby cried 13650|The sky was like a can of gold: 13650|When a baby cried 13650|It cried for bread--bread baked bright 13650|In the crumbs that fell around. 13650|It cried for milk, and now it cries 13650|For tea, and--there's a bottle! 13650|Ah! glad it cried that could so well 13650|Forget its grief! 13650|That baby cried so 13650|I never can forget. 13650|When I went to bed that night 13650|I prayed to God that he would send 13650|A little boy or girl to me 13650|To cry like that. 13650|The little boy cried, 13650|The little girl cried, 13650|The little boy cried-- 13650|But then he turned his head. 13650|Ah! happy he who has no care for 13650|To-day's sorrow. 13650|I thought about my prayer, 13650|And then I thought-- 13650|That prayer will never be said, 13650|Till the little one grows up. 13650|Ah! happy he who has no care for 13650|To-day's sorrow, 13650|He will not think of it. For soon 13650|He will think of the bottle. 13650|So all is well for now, 13650|I have no more sorrow. 13650|Oh happy he who has no care, 13650|For that will be his lot, 13650|Who has no care. 13650|Who has no care: that's my favorite. 13650|Why is my heart so full of love 13650|For one white blossom that has blown 13650|Outside my window all this day-- 13650|Ah! it seems so very strange 13650|That outside I could not see 13650|A blossom so purple and red! 13650|Ah, blossom that blew, but all in vain; 13650|The wind is beating at my heart 13650|And shaking it with every blow, 13650|And will not let me put it down. 13650|Blossom that blew, why did you blow 13650|So weakly and so far away? 13650|Oh how could you let that blossom go? 13650|It was my soul that gave it birth, 13650|Is the purple blossom it is made from. 13650|Blossom that blew, why let it blow 13650|So long? and let it blow so far, 13650|And yet it never can destroy 13650|The soft softness of the blossom it is made from? 13650|It is the soul of her that gave it life, 13650|Is the blossom that's made from her soul, 13650|It never can die, and it still is blue. 13650|Oh blossom that's blue and blossom that's white, 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 24910 ======================================== May God protect a faithful wife, 33552|I'm afraid of the wildest wolves, if they should find 33552|This poor poor woman whom I loathe! 33552|She must die if she ever shall be seen 33552|By any man, I'm sure-- 33552|So if she be found, 33552|I'll slay her in anger. 33552|I've lived my life, 33552|I've done my share, 33552|But I _hate_ men, I don't love them. 33552|And there is another evil one which strikes on the core of my 33552|I cannot help remembering the words of Isaiah, concerning the 33552|But there's another evil which strikes on the core of my own being, 33552|She must die before she can do any more harm, 33552|Though there's no other way of making it certain. 33552|Then let us leave these men in the path of me, 33552|Who've made my life so little good for all their pride; 33552|Let us go to our work, the work which God has set us, 33552|The work of the flesh in which our life has place. 33552|The night is burning, the sky is gray with the night, 33552|And in our hut the fire is burning dim. 33552|The night is burning, the night is waning fast, 33552|And I am lying tired in the warm light. 33552|The night is fading, the night is not yet done: 33552|We will seek a shelter from the night. 33552|O God, we shall come back to thee again, 33552|Sitting in the evening light in thy pleasant room. 33552|When I am sitting beside thee in the East, 33552|I'll take this one good look and wish thee well. 33552|While you lie in the East beside me, Father, 33552|I will pray for thee and all thy world. 33552|I saw two little hands at play, 33552|Up in the starry air; 33552|They twirled and flew and flew and flew, 33552|Like little frightened birds. 33552|I saw two little hands at play-- 33552|But they were far more fair-- 33552|They twirled and flew and flew, 33552|Unfolding white and blue. 33552|And all the little hands in starry air 33552|Were blossom-colored and bright, 33552|And twirled and flew and flew, 33552|Like happy, fearless swallows. 33552|They twirled and flew and flew, 33552|Till darkness folded down, 33552|And stars, like little frightened birds, 33552|Suddenly stopped their flight. 33552|And I shall see thee in the East, 33552|And nevermore return; 33552|And, looking down on thee, my God, 33552|I shall never see thy face. 33552|I saw the white clouds go by, 33552|In the blue heavens far away, 33552|Like little angry, angry eyes, 33552|Which are gazing at me now. 33552|I saw the stars go by, 33552|In the blue heavens far away, 33552|They were watching a tiny child, 33552|In a wonder-wildered land. 33552|And I shall watch them go by 33552|When I am sitting by thee; 33552|And thou wilt smile as they go by, 33552|And never break a smile. 33552|For I shall lie on my death bed, 33552|In the light of deathless days, 33552|When thy sweet smile all loves shall feel, 33552|And thy tears as sweet as thine. 33552|When the long nights come and the tired sun goes 33552|Going, 33552|With never an evil looking-glass. 33552|When the old days of my life have done, 33552|And I am laid in the old worn bed, 33552|Like a little empty-handed baby, 33552|Like an infant's skin. 33552|When I am put away in the city, 33552|With myself, and other little children, 33552|And shall be found in the country, fair and green, 33552|Where I should be proud. 33552|I shall be pleased with the little green dress, 33552|The little little shoes I wear to-day ======================================== SAMPLE 24920 ======================================== May I tell of his first care,-- 8187|To meet and welcome each stranger; 8187|And for him his dear mistress' hand-- 8187|To lead him thro' the crowded hall, 8187|While thus she his sweet grace impart. 8187|"When all my friends are now away, 8187|For heaven's dear sake I will pray 8187|That, by your favour, she may give 8187|A hand, to nurse him, if so 8187|Herself may leave this troubled place." 8187|All are now away,--the hours fly-- 8187|The nurse to wake her lord at dawn, 8187|In her deep sorrow's sacred hour. 8187|But, as he hurried onward then, 8187|(While the light danced o'er the way,) 8187|In the light of his beloved's smile, 8187|He caught sight of the infant's face-- 8187|The infant's cheeks, so pale and fair-- 8187|The dear, white hand--but, ah, too bright! 8187|And not one look to his fond mind 8187|Could the bright spot more of the dear 8187|And fairest child of Arthur's race!-- 8187|The spot, whose light was so like heaven; 8187|Where love and truth with rapture play, 8187|And the heart burns like a sunlit dove. 8187|'Twas thus--oh, woe is me--"the child," 8187|He whispered, "that shall nurse my son!" 8187|The nurse trembled--cried his heart, 8187|"'Tis but a mother's hand that he 8187|Will nurse to heaven, and then--fate!" 8187|The nurse trembling, thus replied; 8187|"And, father, I ask but this again-- 8187|"He, when he wakes, shall be nurse. 8187|"Nay--give me such power again, 8187|"And I may bid the angels, when 8187|"He smiles, to let the infant fly!" 8187|The infant's nurse has been dreaming, 8187|Of all things beautiful and bright,-- 8187|And every day she brings, to thee, 8187|A new sweet flower for tho' love 8187|Should blossom on this heart of thine; 8187|"Since thy sad hand hath given birth 8187|"To sorrow and to death and hell, 8187|"Shouldst thou not be a mother there, 8187|"Or hast not given thy babe to thee, 8187|"To nurse his growing strength, to bless, 8187|"The little one, at last, its breath? 8187|"This thought--that in the soul of man 8187|"Thou hast the power to save and save, 8187|"I'd give to thee my heart and soul, 8187|"My life if all that God bestows 8187|"Were not the gifts for thee of Heaven." 8187|But, at the thought, his brow was pale-- 8187|They who have no heart to feel 8187|The tenderness of other's pain 8187|No less can ne'er than they. 8187|The mother thought, while her babe's light 8187|Still lit each tear, in his mother's eyes; 8187|And, while the nurse's heart beat to hear, 8187|The words were uttered that follow:-- 8187|"Thy nurse hath given the life 8187|"E'er sorrow's lips could give. 8187|"And we shall have, when he awakes, 8187|"A father's love, a father's pride 8187|"In him who gives his breath 8187|"To duty, and the death of duty, 8187|"In him may live!--and then--if God 8187|"Wanted us then, to heaven, 8187|"The only, dear hope of mortals, 8187|"Oh, let us rise and follow him, 8187|"And live, till life should wear 8187|"Life from his face, like his life in it! 8187|"And, 'tis my trust, when, oh! when! 8187|"Some dear, dear, sweet, heavenly joy 8187|"Shall light his pathway thro' all years, 8187|"And teach us, in his own ======================================== SAMPLE 24930 ======================================== 1746|The loneliest of the men are these, 1746|And they never knew love, or hope, or bliss. 1746|And I can hear the pearly tears begin, 1746|I see the tears, I hear the sobbing voice; 1746|And my heart is sore that I cannot weep; 1746|And I can feel the grip of the great life 1746|O'er the feeble hands that can not keep, 1746|And the breast of a woman that is dead; 1746|And she lies with the liest of men, 1746|And the wind cries in the night, 1746|And the stars droop low as the sun grows red, 1746|And the moon is like a white-handed bride, 1746|And the stars are glad as the stars be sad 1746|In heaven, and the angels walk the sky. 1746|O, O, the pain that's in my heart, 1746|And all in vain to break it. 1746|O, O the grief is deep, and the pain is wild. 1746|And I think 'tis the grief of pain. 1746|I do not seek to make the sun go out, 1746|I do not pray for the night to cease; 1746|Nor do I wish at all for the day to rise, 1746|If I could but feel the light go by. 1746|My mother says she will sit as still as death, 1746|And hear the wind that passes. But I've a wish 1746|A little darker than the shadow of the tomb, 1746|Whose body, with its life put by, might grow cold 1746|And die out of being touched, and not by me. 1746|I wish that I could let one drop of tears go, 1746|As that 'twere the soul's way to leave its cell, 1746|And pass out of my body, when I weep; and go 1746|Again to the great and alien night. 1746|"O, O my mother, must I tell you so? 1746|What's in my breast is out of place; 1746|I must go back to my father, and not go 1746|Back here, to tell you so, 1746|For he would blame me somehow." 1746|"If I had spoken before, 1746|You had not spoken; 1746|I only said, that I loved you so, 1746|And that's enough for you." 1746|"If I had feared to wake you, 1746|I should never go back there, 1746|So the night would be my end, 1746|And not yours, I guess." 1746|"The night will go back there, 1746|The night will find you dead, 1746|Or so I tell you. We'll take some sleep 1746|Before we go home." 1746|She never speaks again, 1746|For she never speaks, 1746|And when she cries, I have no words to say, 1746|I never know when she will come, 1746|But ever since they never come to me, 1746|I have to go, and never come a miss. 1746|O'er the bridge my lover goes, but I, 1746|Through the gate that the night-gods keep, 1746|Where I cannot see him pass, 1746|Still follow where he goes. 1746|He is near me, my lover, all the day; 1746|And at night he is near, my soul, 1746|But I dare not open the gate, 1746|For my lips are sealed from his kiss. 1746|Only the night I know, 1746|So the days go by, 1746|With the stars' pale light to see; 1746|With the moon alone the night. 1746|My lover will come at last, my soul, 1746|And he will be all too late, 1746|And I cannot say the word for my joy that he will kiss 1746|On the lips of my own,--only I know he will come, 1746|And be just like my own soul, and he will be so great, 1746|So perfect, so perfect, in me, 1746|That life will be a lie: 1746|No, never more will be 1746|But just a part of him and you that ======================================== SAMPLE 24940 ======================================== 27139|Is to a certain man, 27139|Who, as I sit upon the gallows tree, 27139|I shall not fear that I shall die there. 27139|Not in the world shall death my life end, 27139|Lest to the world a second death she send; 27139|Nor, like a dreamer, shall she take the form 27139|In which I am in nowise evil plight. 27139|O thou that hast a mortal body, 27139|To whom is allotted the future's wealth. 27139|In my own soul shall I rejoice when 27139|Life shall cease and Death shall take his place, 27139|And with joy shall live and in life's bliss 27139|Be not a slave to sorrow. 27139|The time the day is passed 27139|In the world's strife 27139|We see when 27139|Each in tears 27139|May weep from his head 27139|The sorrow which he had to bear 27139|The moment that he had given birth, 27139|But with joy shall they rejoice when 27139|Death shall give the body its rest; 27139|While he that has a celestial birth 27139|May live and live as he can, 27139|For sorrow and care he doth not give, 27139|But as is meet each life is given, 27139|And all is, so I pray the Lord 27139|That he may bestow his grace on thee, 27139|And give unto thee the sweet content 27139|That the world would not withhold, 27139|For this I know thou wouldst be happy, 27139|But that thou'st no more found 27139|In the world and hence 27139|There would'st thou not be 27139|If thou would'st seek for 27139|A more perfect body, 27139|When the spirit shall have passed away, 27139|And our souls shall be merged in the clay; 27139|Thou shalt then with joy behold 27139|Our bodies made as they were 27139|Just before we were fashioned; 27139|Then shall the dust of our bodies play 27139|And lie in its ancient place 27139|Beneath each other, 27139|And we shall live on for aye. 27139|When the Spirit 27139|Is given unto a woman, 27139|Then shall the child, 27139|The child who was born unto her, 27139|Hold to the father's breast, and look 27139|Up to the sun, and then 27139|Draw its breath and die. 27139|When the Spirit 27139|Is given unto a man, 27139|On his neck the apple then shall fall 27139|And the apples fall upon his head 27139|And on his hands, and then 27139|Sewed shall be they in twofold bond, 27139|For his love and her love. 27139|Then shall the man shall wear a crown of gold, 27139|And his face be crowned with royal pride, 27139|And he shall be a lord in power and might, 27139|And with a staff and staff shall drive 27139|The serfs of his father far and wide 27139|At his will; 27139|And he shall possess the land, and there, 27139|Where the serfs thereof are rich, 27139|The lord shall be; 27139|And he shall make his own a palace fine, 27139|And richly wrought with costly wain, 27139|And richly bound with golden bands 27139|On golden seats all overlaid. 27139|Then shall the man to his wife 27139|Shall give his child a place, 27139|And they shall live together, 27139|And he shall win a crown for her, 27139|And she shall wear a crown of gold, 27139|But his blood shall not flow 27139|In his veins, nor his being cease. 27139|But he shall live an earthly lot, 27139|Without true love and home, 27139|That he may keep his worldly home, 27139|And the dear ones he has lost. 27139|Thus he shall be an earthly man, 27139|But never know 27139|The joys of heaven. 27139|He that would inherit 27139|The kingdom of heaven, 27139|Of his father hath no need. ======================================== SAMPLE 24950 ======================================== 24869|And all the mighty host of men. 24869|Then, reverend Sage, thyself direct each 24869|And guide them to the path prepared 24869|By Rávaṇ’s crafty brother, one 24869|Whom none, his foe, the world could take, 24869|A hundred thousand match in might. 24869|So far art thou, and thy high lore 24869|The path of duty o’er us show. 24869|But let the night the hour decreed 24869|With solemn worship and devotions. 24869|So, in the rites of sacrifice, 24869|The priests and revellers, all unite.” 24869|Thus by her lord the maid addressed, 24869|Bearing a lamp in each hand, 24869|In deep devotion to him she 24869|Turned to the glorious light. 24869|He in each arm and neck a chain 24869|Of gold and silver on the ground 24869|Delivered to the ladye. 24869|Then, by the saintly queen and her 24869|Famished devotee alike, 24869|And by the reverend priest to each 24869|The sacred rite approved. 24869|And now, O royal lady, to thee 24869|Fills all the air with holy sheen. 24869|To thee who, of the world’s wide track 24869|The path of duty knowest, 24869|Forth from her house thou now art drawn 24869|By Raghu’s son, the mighty lord.” 24869|As Indra, Ráma’s equal-eyed, 24869|To King Vibhishaṇ(412) spake that word, 24869|Then rose the monarch from his bed 24869|And through the room, as he would say, 24869|Of earth with rushing feet, he sped, 24869|Where the good priestess, reverencing, 24869|With pious zeal her boughs renewed. 24869|Canto XXXV. Vibhishan Assu’s Prayer. 24869|Thus, honoured by the saint of old, 24869|The king of men his prayer resumed, 24869|And the high saint in turn addressed, 24869|As holiest names for him be known: 24869|“Nay, for thou hast heard my prayer, 24869|In whom the Lord of worlds reposes, 24869|The lord of all the airy spheres, 24869|Where all the heavenly bards who dwell 24869|In heaven rejoice and sing: 24869|The highest glory of the day, 24869|The Lord of living sands, art thou.” 24869|Then to the saint, the virtuous sage, 24869|The king of men these words addressed: 24869|“Grant that this hermit long preserved 24869|In his abode ’mong those good, 24869|Where he has spent his days sublime, 24869|With me a holy hermitaged.” 24869|When, by the sage’s prayer supported, 24869|And by the holy hermitage, 24869|Vibhishaṇ, as he thought, was led 24869|From earth to Jitia’s shade— 24869|“Hear my most fervent prayer and tell, 24869|O blest Saint, the sages’ view.” 24869|Then the sage from on high spoke, 24869|In clearest language duly laid; 24869|And answer to all his lord 24869|Was as the sound of ocean sung. 24869|Thus Ráma to his brother said: 24869|“The holy hermit and his guide 24869|Hast here from earth received me forth, 24869|For whom I left my home and land. 24869|Thence, onward o’er the road of fire, 24869|Far as the Indar land I fled. 24869|I seek the path that leads afar 24869|To Rishabh, the heavenly shore: 24869|Then, holy hermit, through the rain 24869|I quickly reach that region where 24869|The saints of old the Gods revere. 24869|This holy hermitage I leave, 24869|For none to me is worthy there, 24869|And I the sainted hermit ======================================== SAMPLE 24960 ======================================== 2428|To give the new to old, to make each man old, 2428|Nor to thy glory let a scurf be hung on thee, 2428|For in thy glory is the scurf in all men's eyes; 2428|Not in the eyes of others are they blind to thee: 2428|But see, the eyes of the blind are not so blind, 2428|In their astonish'd astonishment are fixed; 2428|Some by their blindness, some by their fraud make bright. 2428|All hail! and all applause to our dear national, 2428|An honour to the national, 2428|And a monument of honour to our good Chancellor. 2428|Let's rise on this day as high as ever be, 2428|And give our honours to our Chancellor, 2428|The old, the brave, our friends, our enemies, the poor, 2428|To fill up all the spaces round about him. 2428|Let's make a day of this, but spare us not, 2428|Let's make up, as he is made up, 2428|His noble heart and manly manners dear; 2428|Lest his proud brow, and hasty smile give birth 2428|To idle bickerings and sneers at him, 2428|And leave us all in mists of ignorance. 2428|Who gave him the old, the generous heart, 2428|To strive with princes still for others' weal? 2428|Who set the poet in a king's' likeness, 2428|And made the poet in a patriot's clay? 2428|Who brought him in whom he could unite, 2428|And made him, whole, and eternal, whole and eternal? 2428|The wise, the great, the just--'tis the same. 2428|Let's celebrate him now as he is here; 2428|Make him, as we make other great and good, 2428|A friend unto all, through all, of us unknown; 2428|By no new laws to his own genius bound, 2428|But to ourselves alone as full of love 2428|As any other nations; so let's bear 2428|With all his faults, and let his country bless. 2428|The poor, the stranger, old, and all the poor, 2428|Give him their prayers (to meet a stranger's fate, 2428|Is something just and true); they send us bread; 2428|No child of ours with them should perish of want; 2428|They love us not; and no man on earth shall hate. 2428|This is our country's worth, and God will pay 2428|For it; who breaks aught here strikes an anchor mighty. 2428|Our own heart's blood, yet God would have us know 2428|'Tis for his country's weal by us it flows; 2428|He gives us honour, we give it back; all's one. 2428|But now we want your applause; the praise is due, 2428|And if you wish it still; but let us know, 2428|You think great kingdoms build on glory, fame, 2428|And that your honourship is something greater 2428|Than that poor boy is--than our noble names. 2428|So much the better, since you cannot guess 2428|What a poor boy's is, or our our poor fame. 2428|The very best of our great nations are 2428|Of nothing but the talent such as they; 2428|The great alone of them has full control. 2428|And thus you, who have great titles and great souls, 2428|And all the thoughts, and all the words, and all 2428|The actions of mankind, are but to be 2428|Composed, and thus become for us the best. 2428|And therefore you yourselves shall make a song, 2428|By reason of our greatness, of our praise; 2428|So as, by reason of our genius, we 2428|A monument for time our virtues should; 2428|And as the poet still may have a name, 2428|As yet no name to him's expired away. 2428|For though our grandeur scarce can pass for grace, 2428|Our talents are but the shining of the mind: 2428|Though nature for a moment can but spare, 2428|What art can render, or goodness inest. 2428|'Tis all ======================================== SAMPLE 24970 ======================================== 35190|Slewe his honde: and so is he gode. 35190|This sherife, to his bote 35190|Hath gret mesure, and gan ful faste fynde, 35190|Thurgh the lawes of this kinge. 35190|God preserve him! fynde him! thys hynde 35190|Ful gret foly, til he be good 35190|And goode, the whiche he did. 35190|I am ouercome of my lordis chapeau. 35190|Thy hondes of goddes smert. And now I thee 35190|By myn yvel alderye 35190|Fro thyn hert daunger thynge hym me, 35190|That if thou can nat be 35190|Wox noght to do me ryp 35190|By thy yvel alderye, 35190|Ryp in this wyse, by myn yvel alderye, 35190|That thou be noght my steward for to hyde; 35190|Til thou to me my tresor be 35190|To take of thee ful goode. 35190|And than seynt Philomene, 35190|To whom her father was begrave, 35190|He wolde for to be 35190|His sonne in lawe. 35190|Than seynt Philomene 35190|Gan crye "Myn, moche mote I wolde. 35190|I wolde be thapayl that thy fader had, 35190|And thy mannys gardyn hyde." 35190|I seynt Philomene, 35190|And wepte for to see 35190|How this herte wolde be 35190|With the sonne in lawe. 35190|But as on felowes stede, 35190|Whyle Philomellis a gentyll goste, 35190|Than seynt Philomene dyd crye, 35190|Thogh that she mighte wryte: 35190|For of the wyse lordis soght, 35190|That were her frelesse fote I fynde 35190|At the wyse ladye, 35190|That she was neuer wrothe. 35190|There she stod by lawe, 35190|In eche stoures poynte, 35190|Ther myn herte was so hye 35190|That I ne hadde noght of yowthe: 35190|Thus she so cryed for to se 35190|Her fader for to yowthe; 35190|For elles I wolde nought, 35190|But now I can noght wel have 35190|My frendes gentyll. 35190|Lest that I wolde lepe upon hye, 35190|I wot wel that I can not, 35190|For the lordis were in heape, 35190|And to the citee 35190|Gan crye "Myn, moche mote I wolde." 35190|But as a lamb doth lift hym up, 35190|So my lordis fode and I wyse, 35190|As for to goo 35190|We wolde hym take 35190|Hem to the citee 35190|And for to lye, 35190|That he ne schal telle his name; 35190|And seynt Philomene cryed fayle: 35190|"Fygure, faye, ye best," quod she. 35190|"Whyle thou art come so thowthe, 35190|And al here wol thee not leye, 35190|For thy name is levere than it is 35190|That thou worche right this wyse." 35190|This cryed me my fader soo. 35190|And so I fell to pore her, 35190|That ofte ywiss as I scholde, 35190|To lye with my wyfe. 35190|Full many a drecche after I cam, 35190|And than my herte my fader stod, 35190|That levere ======================================== SAMPLE 24980 ======================================== 615|Beguiling, as I would hear in vain, 615|The din in which the foe amus'd. With fear 615|And trembling, many, when they viewed me, fled; 615|And I, with many a tear, was left alone. 615|The duke arrived, and from a window peep'd; 615|His eyes, as oft I've told you, where meet. 615|But the young prince, to escape that sight, 615|Was going to the door, and could not find, 615|In the great field-array, his charger tied, 615|Which bore brave Aladine to that side. 615|With him the damsel came, and, where he stood, 615|Spoke a little to the cavalier; 615|Then said, "Sir warrior, what I hear may be 615|I hear but his horse belabour the plain." 615|"If so it be," replied the duke, who had 615|With joy his ears and eye on the scene, 615|"To this be my commandment I obey, 615|When in the field be to my rear repair, 615|Where shall the captive be, I well surmise. 615|"But here I wish an end to my speech, 615|And I the courser would have done the same; 615|So that thou only are my captive brought." 615|"-- Such terms, and so to ransom me," said he; 615|And his good sword with crimson crest was dight, 615|In the old man's arms, of which he did beg, 615|And by his side them bade him to convey. 615|He took his horse, where he a way had made, 615|And led him towards the marshy plain; 615|As, for a way, it was not yet in view, 615|I know not why, so much he mote him go. 615|There, when they so little saw and knew, 615|They knew not what more evil they foresear. 615|It fell that night, as they, by night, to roam, 615|The old men's horses were a thousand fold 615|In the same monglered, the wide earth between, 615|Which on its centre is enjoin'd to lie; 615|And that at every season, when the moon 615|Hath set, or when she sets, the earth does slumber. 615|As those that go, which long in desert roam, 615|Till, by the sun's rays well-nigh mastered, they 615|Awake, come on the field, which long remained; 615|So the good knight, after many a short way, 615|Was now in the thick of the martial fray; 615|And found the Frenchmen, who had long since died, 615|And made their death-dealt bodies to be seen. 615|Now in the combat they a thousand fell, 615|And the two champions from the field retired. 615|Nor was there day for such short fight, they lie 615|Beside the damsels, which to aid the two, 615|In a dark valley were the warrior stow'd; 615|Their horses in their couches; and there, as they 615|That night their death in mutual fighting sought, 615|They left their charioteers, and bade each one 615|Wait on the other, with their coursers' feet. 615|As a blind man, by a gentle light, 615|Is made to see, his eyes are made to chase; 615|So their good coursers, who should now have been 615|The only witnesses, were left in watch, 615|While neither courser nor chirping bird were nigh. 615|The three were, in a space, descending low, 615|And had so parted, on the left, their ground, 615|That, as he saw them, he who sawest not, 615|And saw not, neither knew what was the case; 615|The Frenchmen by the foot of those who bore 615|Their charge down valley, by the foot alone, 615|-- Whosoever was in midst -- had, so it seems, 615|Been drowned in blood, so were their bodies drown'd. 615|When they at last, in order, the good squire, 615|Arrived, before the palace, on the maid 615|Obtained, he turned, and found his dame before. 615|With tears and sighs he, when the dam ======================================== SAMPLE 24990 ======================================== 615|He did no more to her than one that sleeps 615|Where he who would be woe and sorrow's slave 615|Maddening before, is not awake, and stills 615|That rage that oftings shook her, nor the maid 615|Bred for the warrior's death so much repented. 615|For if the maid be now more fond than when 615|She with the warrior, 'twould be no proof less 615|Of love to that other, 'tis she; but he, 615|The good Orlando, was not yet resigned 615|To have her for his own, and such intent 615|Was to have her. Now the two were at a wain, 615|Which with a turning brim did turn about, 615|And over them, when the sun was gone 615|And shade was ended, hewn a space, like thine. 615|This through the leafy shade is seen to flow, 615|That through the water, running wide and deep. 615|The pair, who had now so much to say to hear, 615|Returned again, where now the brook was dim. 615|Now in the water, as before they were, 615|They made their passage, nor another browe 615|In the green mist is dazed, nor blood in eyes 615|Is hidden; but it, like the mist before, 615|Is lost in the deep water, and a stream 615|Was running, but a higher that it bent. 615|Beneath a bridge, with arms and shield on hilt, 615|The pair appear, and over it were the twain, 615|And now descending, on their way, so veight 615|To be within the bower, the swain returned. 615|One to a tree, one to a stone beddown, 615|They took their way, the first and second one; 615|The third of them to a fir, wherefrom was grown 615|A thorny shoot; but him he never smote, 615|But in that tree was heard a lute's tune. 615|He to a beech, which on a hill behind 615|Her grew, a hedge made, and one tree, whereon 615|Lay many leaves, and many boughs enlocked. 615|Then took he to his bed; but (to him nought 615|Astounded) on the first day, he said, 615|While this a month and day had past, and the 615|Herdsman slept not, his heart began to glow: 615|Nor was it that the warrior slept, although 615|The maid was with him, who from him took 615|The news; for on the third day, he said, 615|The damsel with him with him went in quest 615|Of that old legend, the true and old. 615|And he, when that false story in his eyes 615|Was plainly seen, but in his heart he waked, 615|And, though he thought it but a dream, the thought 615|A messenger from heaven conveyed his pray'r. 615|'Tis true that she with him had lain awhile, 615|He not believing, that the god was brought. 615|He to that maid, who from that time forth 615|Preserved her name, the virgin's image bore; 615|And she without doubt the youth embraced. 615|Nor only in his heart the truth preserved, 615|Which was a truth that all, that either knew, 615|Or that was known by those who knew it so, 615|But that the truth in all the world might flow. 615|And as a stream that is with water borne, 615|By which the rock, or other object, bore, 615|Leaves no passage to its wonted track, 615|He to that maid the everlasting woe 615|Had for Orlando's deed, and so in vain, 615|Had it not been that, for her love he wept, 615|Haply, she at the first had guessed his thought; 615|For he, as well he judged, was yet intent 615|To prove his love by bearing off the maiden, 615|And had no further time to lose, besides 615|No pleasure of his were of such store. 615|But he forgets all this, nor makes a show, 615|That he was all on that assumption, 615|By that which makes men great and poor the grace 615|To whom its woe is spoken. Thus that day 615|Which made ======================================== SAMPLE 25000 ======================================== 1568|The world that the old world was, that was all that, 1568|What the old world had said, what was heard, or seemed: 1568|What was heard, and what, like the ghost of a dream? 1568|The sea of the whole world rolled in the wheel 1568|As if it poured into a harpsichord, 1568|With the old world's voice and none other, 1568|Till the harp rang out the thoughts which were, 1568|Seeds and thoughts and a world in the midst: 1568|And of the old world's dreams (and the world was vast), 1568|How it was the waters grew and the ferns 1568|And the grass grew in all the grovelling hills. 1568|What of the old world, in that fair old age 1568|If the long years be dead, if the whole world 1568|Roll in eternity? What if it seem 1568|A vision, a dream that the great world outshines, 1568|A vision of the earth and the skies, 1568|The clouds and mountains, 1568|The wind and the ocean, 1568|The clouds and clouds of the stars, 1568|The clouds of the stars as light on the world's darkness; 1568|If the long hours go forth in the world at times, 1568|Though the world's days roll on for the old world's sake, 1568|If it be a vision or a dream, 1568|It is the old world that has gone on to the new. 1568|The old world that had so much, and is half over, 1568|Is changed to the old world that hath not much, 1568|And the new world that is born of the old world 1568|Is the new world, and it hath its day and its morn: 1568|And a dream or a vision have nothing in it: 1568|All the dream and the vision are but a pair of glasses, 1568|The earth and the sky and the clouds and the stars, 1568|The fog and the fog, on the shore and the strand. 1568|I am a little man with one great eye 1568|That is not dark at all from the dark near; 1568|I am not a little man at all, 1568|At the deepest depth it is not a little; 1568|I am bigger than many a man 1568|In the midst of the sea and the land. 1568|Where do my fears come from? 1568|From sand and coral that leaps in the dark 1568|And the wild sea things that leap in the land. 1568|And all the sands and the coral, 1568|Where do my dreams fly? 1568|I am like the flowers 1568|That swing above the sleep of the sea. 1568|So wide that they reach the sky, 1568|I am like a flower 1568|That is thrown into the deeps of the sea. 1568|They are like the sun and the moon 1568|Before they sink in the water dark. 1568|If I dream of the sea when I lie 1568|And dream of the little black boat 1568|Rising from the salt-sea, 1568|As I lie and dream by the salt-sea 1568|And watch, dreaming by the sea, 1568|A small wind from a far away land, 1568|For I lie dreaming and I dream 1568|That the dream is not of death or life: 1568|And that I dream, dreaming by the sea. 1568|The white sea-messengers 1568|Are passing us by, 1568|The white sea-messengers 1568|The white sea-gulls are. 1568|There is wind in the air, 1568|There is wind above me, 1568|Wind on the cliff and in the caves: 1568|All the earth is awake, 1568|All the earth is stirred with heat, 1568|And the sky opens to show 1568|The day is breaking in the west. 1568|The wind-god has gone down there, 1568|The white sea-gulls pass by me, 1568|And they make music with their song, 1568|There is music in the sky 1568|And in the sea-marsh where they go: 1568|All the days that wind and sea ======================================== SAMPLE 25010 ======================================== 19389|Serene! 19389|Blessing of the skies! 19389|Lullaby, O mother! 19389|Sleep! O mother, sleep! 19389|A man is a king, when he 19389|Wakes to the light of law! 19389|God's truth I will adore, 19389|A soldier he goes forth 19389|To the brave, the true, the true. 19389|And if the truth that I proclaim 19389|In the land the truth shall sway, 19389|His sword shall cleave its way, 19389|His spear shall cleave its way. 19389|In him, O God, I trust, 19389|In thee, in thee, 19389|The kingdom's kingdom-go, 19389|Of thee, of thee, 19389|The royal word shall speak. 19389|The wind is a mighty man, 19389|All silent and quiet; 19389|And I can listen to his speech, 19389|From the tree-top to the mast; 19389|Or I can watch him as he moves 19389|In the blue of the twilight-bower-- 19389|Howling at moon and at sun, 19389|And cursing the morning-light. 19389|I know the tale of the storm-crow 19389|The wind he built of peace, 19389|His eyes are blue, he is kind, 19389|So we may wait and enjoy 19389|This moment of golden stillness, 19389|The breeze upon the sea. 19389|We will watch the breeze of dawn 19389|As the sun goes down the hill, 19389|Where a gray, ancient lighthouse, 19389|Seaward, sees the sea. 19389|But when all things are calm, 19389|O what of the tempest comes? 19389|And when shall I be home again 19389|The quiet heart to keep? 19389|For in the night the fire will rise 19389|To fight the storm anew; 19389|And I, alas! must lie in thrall, 19389|The storm, when there is storm. 19389|When I leave thee, sweet, this is the word I give-- 19389|A smile upon my face, a kiss upon my brow. 19389|This is the boon thou long for from that dear place; 19389|This is the boon thou long for in mine own heart. 19389|Come, kiss me deeply on the cheek where my cheek used be, 19389|While a dream of joy is in my eyes that are as wet. 19389|What wouldst thou have me say in a gentle, trusting way, 19389|Thou longest for but a kiss? Ah, the worst of all! 19389|Come, clasp me to thy heart, and press me to thine own, 19389|And tell me this, and I will tell it to thee truly. 19389|Oh, I'll tell thee when the evening comes-- 19389|When the world is as thou-- 19389|That thy thoughts are like the clouds that drift 19389|Above a mountain-peak; 19389|That thy words are like the music that 19389|Sweeps through life's ceaseless flow-- 19389|Those last words thou couldst not say to me, 19389|And still not know! 19389|Then go, bright star, to thy mountain-top, 19389|And linger there, and smile, and soar; 19389|Ling there, and look with joy upon 19389|The world below thee rolling by. 19389|Suffer not to be mine, but share 19389|Thy mountain-spaces with me! 19389|I am thine, the Mountain-O! 19389|Somewhere above us, on the windless steep, 19389|Is the Mountain-O. 19389|Thereon we stand, on the very verge of things, 19389|And listen to the Mountain-O. 19389|And what in the world we may have done 19389|Is all that is left us now. 19389|Ah, no! for us the mountains are not fair, 19389|The mountains are never fair. 19389|There, by the rushing river, all day long, 19389|And on the stormy grey, 19389|We've heard the rushing river's murmur still-- 19389|The River of ======================================== SAMPLE 25020 ======================================== 2621|Of love's last song the last faint sound, 2621|My heart hath told you all I know. 2621|It is the midnight of the year; 2621|And o'er the eastern sea 2621|Rings the clarion summons, raise 2621|O'er the wide wastes of snow; 2621|And night is calling on the stars 2621|Like the last warning cry. 2621|Darker and darker grows the night: 2621|Rippling the wold below, 2621|And the startled steed walks fleetlier 2621|As the call draws near. 2621|With a foot as light as light, and a heartbeat as light, 2621|With a foot so free and light, 2621|At the first fierce gallop, 2621|As the call draws near, 2621|Doth the free-lancing Prince speak to his brother as one 2621|Hushed with the deep, silent fear that trembles under water 2621|When the black night is near; 2621|And there is silence in the hall 2621|By the winding Ypres shore, 2621|By the road that leads to death 2621|'Neath the spreading war. 2621|The Prince sits at his task 2621|Making the trenches strong, 2621|And the soundless silence falls 2621|Like a cool hand at his side, 2621|And his eyes are bright and glad 2621|As they rest on the dark. 2621|The Prince sits at his task 2621|And looks across the trench; 2621|And the shadows cross the night 2621|Like figures in a dream, 2621|And his feet are on the stones 2621|And his eyes are bright and glad 2621|As he rests on the dark. 2621|He sees the white corpses pass 2621|With the moaning and the cry; 2621|And he hears through the black night, 2621|As of one that dies, 2621|A voice that goes with the long, long walk 2621|Of a man with joy in his breast. 2621|He has trod the weary road of years 2621|From the first first step with his life, 2621|Unto the last last, last step out of grace; 2621|He breathes the prayer of his last breath: 2621|And now he hath a secret at last: 2621|With his faith he doth hope to break 2621|His bitter chains so rough and hard, 2621|Yet, alas! he cannot make good his hope, 2621|And his heart lies dead in the grave there. 2621|Weep not for me, my love, weep not for me: 2621|I may not live the coward's wish, 2621|In the loud guns, the shouting street, 2621|The heartless struggle. See! this hour, my love, 2621|My dying time is come: 2621|I have not torn my hair, I have not cried, 2621|In the loud guns, the shouting street, 2621|I have not torn my hair, and made my eyes black 2621|With gazing on the sky. 2621|I have not thrust my body in the road, 2621|Nor run before the guns, the shouting streets, 2621|I have not thrust my body in the road, 2621|Nor run before the guns, the shouting streets, 2621|But sat in silence by this lonely log, 2621|In secret with my hands. 2621|The wind was blowing from the South; a low, 2621|Low cry, and then the sound of wailing: 2621|And the trees in the garden wailed aloud, 2621|As if a stranger's voice from heaven came down, 2621|And broke their still sleep with his melody: 2621|Oh, my love, weep not for me! 2621|I may not stay in England, nor stay in England long, 2621|But, as I came in, I heard you wail in Italy, 2621|Oh, my love, weep not for me! 2621|I may not lie at home in England, the land that gave me life, 2621|Nor yet return a little, but in the depth of Death 2621|I wander, like a wanderer, 2621|For the world that I left is floating 2621|On the sea of life, and ======================================== SAMPLE 25030 ======================================== 20956|So when I'm dead I know not why; 20956|And oft when I'm sleeping I think that I 20956|Lie in a bed of greenest roses. 20956|There's a little town that seems 20956|Bold and proud and good; 20956|Grown as I can fancy it in my dream, 20956|Brick and stone and weed; 20956|Green with lawns, and rich with trees; 20956|And the river in the gloaming 20956|Ripples through the town, 20956|Till we both come to a broad 20956|Grey-green brook whose face is green 20956|Is a pleasant place to be 20956|For to look at. 20956|There I lie as still I might; 20956|Only that like a dream 20956|There flits a little sea-bird 20956|Whither I want to fly. 20956|I'm not wise nor happy, as 20956|Others might be with you, 20956|But I've a friend to call, who holds 20956|That every man's need is met 20956|By some one else, whether rich or poor; 20956|And he has at hand, by space allowed, 20956|The remedy he thinks for you. 20956|How dear to manhood is the scene 20956|Where Nature's works are seen! 20956|And how gladly does the soul 20956|Sorrow at the sight enchants, 20956|While in the garden sweetly blows 20956|The winter's wind! 20956|But the rich man's halls are grand, 20956|Nor have they anywhere 20956|Seen the blossoms of the rose 20956|Which flowers to the spring belong: 20956|For he has it only seen, 20956|And the cold world he surveys 20956|As it rolls and shivers him! 20956|A year or two ago, 20956|As in a foreign land 20956|A song flew on my ear, 20956|That told of the dear May-day, 20956|And the tender sky; 20956|And a little grey cat sat 20956|Amid the garden trees, 20956|And her singing nightingales 20956|Came softly by a song. 20956|The song was of a small bird, 20956|And on the breeze its note 20956|It seemed to me I heard a little 20956|One of the nightingales. 20956|And I made away, and so 20956|I thought, "O may not be 20956|The song is not of her--" 20956|And then on the way, with a sigh, 20956|I turned in the dust, 20956|And laid my hand upon 20956|The grave of a little grey cat 20956|And it came unto me too. 20956|It did so kindly rejoice me: 20956|"How happy thou wast 20956|With children all about thee 20956|Child and mirth and youth." 20956|And gently it put its hand 20956|About it and it said: 20956|"Thine eyes once more to gaze on 20956|Thy child shall be. 20956|"And the grave shall be filled with 20956|All the children's mirth, 20956|And thou shalt go forth with them 20956|To the merry world again." 20956|I know this I would not do, 20956|Should I find one less then 20956|And have no care to bear 20956|Upon my heart any ill 20956|That was in his or her; 20956|But if thou wilt, my child, 20956|As in a dream, and pray 20956|That God will give to thee 20956|Rest in peace, O child! 20956|And comfort in thy sleep 20956|From the very best. 20956|To thee, sweet child, the fairies talk, 20956|The fairy folk of the fairy hills; 20956|And by the water-side are seen 20956|Three fairies sitting at their ease. 20956|One is a girl, and wears and grows 20956|Pale-like summer cherries; yet I've heard 20956|She is the very darling of the hills. 20956|Another is a boy, and has 20956|Stately lilies in his ======================================== SAMPLE 25040 ======================================== 19385|To a wild, woody mountain, and in his hollow-bed 19385|There lay, in his lone hours of glory, 19385|As one whom the fay and the faydon 19385|Have been aye in a tempest able, 19385|When from the hills the wind has heeded-- 19385|And the winds, like his heart, had forgot-- 19385|When the stormy winds had ceased to heed, 19385|The wild winds had ceased to heed his call. 19385|Ah! thought I then of the glen and the cave, 19385|Where our fathers have loved to lie at night-- 19385|The old wood with its mossy cairn, 19385|And the cavern with its fearful light! 19385|And the song, with its sweet and solemn swell, 19385|Came to me like a breathing friend. 19385|It was not the wind that came on the cheek, 19385|When we heard the wild war-whoop's shrill shrill; 19385|But the voice of a maid who lov'd me well-- 19385|The voice of a maid who lov'd me well! 19385|"Come away," so spake Youth's sweet charm, 19385|"Away from these woods where the wild things are; 19385|You've seen the wild things at dawn and dew, 19385|And the wild things when noon in the dew!" 19385|I know not, I see not, I hear not, 19385|All that I knew before the storm blew by; 19385|I only know he was born and 'twas well! 19385|But he was loved, and he loved me more 19385|Than ever I knew before, 'ver so; 19385|The hand of his loving, that lov'd me so, 19385|Forgot its kindred call of the rain; 19385|And I, as I fell asleep to my dream, 19385|Waked up as from dead, with one arm strong, 19385|To feel that hand again again awake. 19385|And 'tis but right that we should toil and strive: 19385|The sun and the dew are like the old springing, 19385|But the heart which grew up with me will not rest 19385|As it used to love and to love again. 19385|And I can but wait, till he shall return, 19385|When the winds and the waters have ceased to vex; 19385|In all the joy of the days when we met-- 19385|In all the joys that again I shall miss-- 19385|In all the joys--that my heart can recall-- 19385|They still are the echoes which thrill no more, 19385|Those little music-haunts that once we made, 19385|With the happy, music-loving tones which were 19385|The golden sounds of our parting, dear friends: 19385|For oh! we loved--our hearts could not find rest, 19385|For the music of which they could not sing; 19385|For oh! the past--though but half a-heart, 19385|And though the future not yet a year may wane, 19385|Yet we, 'mid the sorrows that now are our own, 19385|Still have hearts where our joys still reign supreme! 19385|And as the winds in their gusty reign, 19385|Leave the woods and the woodland-lands, 19385|My soul, once more, may find its way 19385|Back to the thoughts that have been, 19385|For I cannot cease to weep 19385|'Mid the days that, tho' now afar, 19385|In that dear, strange, and far-off clime. 19385|But thou!--the sun in the sky may shine, 19385|And the morn with its wavy beams, 19385|And the stars of the night may guide us on-- 19385|But they, with their glittering eyes, 19385|Are but the gleams of the clouds which lie 19385|On the blue sky like gold. 19385|I am tired of a land I love; 19385|Tired of the hills I love; 19385|Tired of the ocean's blue deeps; 19385|Tired of myself; tired 19385|Of my mind; tired 19385|Of the world, tired 19385|Of a thousand sorrows ======================================== SAMPLE 25050 ======================================== 4010|With the joy of man, who, far away, 4010|Had been the captive of the sea; 4010|And, as the proudest honours fall 4010|To meanest things, and to the keenest, 4010|Heaven's very earth had oft been lost. 4010|"Now from this fair and glorious mound 4010|Here sit I, and on this holy rock, 4010|Which far above these fields I know, 4010|Whose mossy roots, beneath my feet, 4010|O'er all the neighbouring garden throw, 4010|Shall ever greenly ring the same; 4010|And by the prayer and praise of all 4010|Shall evermore be cherished dear, 4010|As the young god himself my soul 4010|Covets from all the world away." 4010|Here with a tear, and more than words, 4010|The village maids felt changeful things, 4010|And turned, in hope, to other ground; 4010|And when his fate they knew could bring 4010|Triumph that was to come no more; 4010|And then, with downcast eyes and weak, 4010|Forlorn, and pale, and wapless frame, 4010|His dying sister found him there; 4010|And oft, in tears, would she repeat 4010|The name his latest breath rehearsed, 4010|But though she wove, "But he is gone, 4010|His work is over," still she prayed, 4010|His heart-strings, still her hands she prest, 4010|"Lay by her work, let her repose, 4010|Let her rest in peace; his work be done." 4010|In tears and prayers, she knew she went 4010|To meet her darling, in the bower, 4010|Where he would lay him, and his work be done. 4010|And now the day returns, and near 4010|The watch-dog calls; so they away, 4010|With little thought for food and rest. 4010|"Oh! woe is me!" she to her love 4010|Whom she would pray for, would pray in vain: 4010|Love would the dog, by death's cold hand, 4010|Sink even to grief and pain, that so 4010|Moved her heart to join her sister's. 4010|Nor doth she heed what time the air 4010|Is chill, the cloudless height above, 4010|The wide, cold blue-veiled sky above; 4010|But hears the wind that, blowing hard, 4010|Bears off the pine-tops on the hill 4010|And makes the village patter hoarse. 4010|And, when the wind is loudest loudest, 4010|And howls in gust upon the high, 4010|She hears the dying peal of bells, 4010|She hears the cry of spirits hoarse; 4010|And then her watch-dog's cry she hears, 4010|And her eyes strain upward round the tree, 4010|Like those they once have shut on God, 4010|And then she starts, and sees and weeps, 4010|And all her soul's wild lamentings flow 4010|To God, that only cannot die. 4010|But her good St. Giles replied, 4010|"To God, in all the earth, I do not serve, 4010|For all my thoughts, of him, are pure: 4010|I would at once the man away, 4010|That stole my brother, I would bear the shame." 4010|But there was none of all the crew 4010|That would not, even for life and trust, 4010|Save one, that he had known the knight: 4010|"O, tell my brother I may die, 4010|Nor yet the secret life resign: 4010|In that, if ever wrong should fall, 4010|The guilty one, in life, must pay." 4010|Then by his arm let the wretch go, 4010|He, who, in life, might feel no shame; 4010|But only for his pain and grief, 4010|Shrieked the dog--that longed to die, 4010|And, like a little mocking deer, 4010|Laid upon the knees his fawn-like head. ======================================== SAMPLE 25060 ======================================== 1745|Of all that dwells on earth, though lower farr 1745|Than thir seats in Heav'n, yet for men to know 1745|And plainly to discern, all things in theye 1745|Are visible; whether in mid Heav'n, where sit 1745|Satan with corrupt Bast and Judgement meet, 1745|Or whether here on Earth they sat disdain'd 1745|With God and his blest Patriarkes confin'd 1745|Heav'ns twofold, and whether here he reigns 1745|Over both Heav'ns, and from this Boundrie liftth 1745|His ninefold Cherubim, Who, ere this place 1745|Left bare, with his nine finger tips was taken 1745|In Babylon to lyke Saul the mighty, 1745|To set a crown on his head, yet him 1745|The Enemie of Belisarius the King, 1745|Arisen, outrul'd; yet him receiv'd so 1745|From without, that inward he as powr'd 1745|To mount him not, as post and post to come 1745|He still procla'd, and open ridicule 1745|Refus'd, and yet no farther forth would faine 1745|Incline his Frontie to pourtray a Face 1745|More forc'd, or what was rhetorically 1745|Mean, a Faine. Forth he issu'd forc'd Lance 1745|As encouragements to manly exercise 1745|In Jove's Ensigne; his puissance thus encourgs 1745|Mature Men to resist the irremeable brink 1745|Of Sorrow, and with Active Battel piles 1745|Some more puissant Champion for the proud 1745|And dreadful precipice, and overbrims 1745|His IMITATE ACHILLES with Steeds of Light 1745|With which he paints thir Victory and Marche 1745|In that unconquerable Soil above; 1745|Which by a splendor to be hid from human eyes, 1745|Though for mankind it be the stand of State, 1745|Yet no whit inferior to that erected 1745|High up above Earth, whose face reveals 1745|The sum total of the treasures of the Mind 1745|Exploded in him, both Body and Mind 1745|And every healthy Organ in his Teeme; 1745|For God among the Destructuall Event 1745|Would force a pause on Destruction, and let 1745|Time draw to him the threadbare sands, 1745|After long wearying Progress, and in vain 1745|Races that wound and wastes vast num'rous Stiles, 1745|To the rude Nuclearie of his Teeme 1745|Uncurl'd, unprofan'd, unconsum'd, adscrib'd 1745|To the just hand of Heav'n; while the dread roar 1745|Of Unfoundamental Chaos, and mixd Frenzy 1745|At once would both return to cease thir Woes, 1745|And in one common Restricit Total Work 1745|Blossom into Beauty; such synthesis 1745|Now under way; nor want those two wheels 1745|Of equal Motion, though less potent farr, 1745|Less responsive to delight or effect. 1745|Consider then each organ most where best 1745|Particular doth do that work, and thence 1745|Diversality ensues, for each justly 1745|Shall better do thir differring. This is but 1745|An order of things, by which the work is done 1745|By some wherein by Edition: current; Page 1795|different. 1795|This is the order in which the universe is governed: 1795|Two fundamental forces, namely, luminard and electric, 1795|Immediately exist; and therefore from each orb 1795|Each in due time diverging, are in the way 1795|Sequestrated. But as each is seperate, so each 1795|Must diversify, and diversify by time 1795|As differ by place, so each must diversify 1795|In its own special virtue, in its power 1795|And energy, in th' extent of space, in th' extent 1795|Of time, in which it is impos'd, in what it doth do. 1795|Let ======================================== SAMPLE 25070 ======================================== 20|Myselfe to bring the Wort, that wase laid 20|In my brest, I then acorded least 20|To bruake offe the rest. Out came a load, 20|Such as I never yet have felt, 20|Two Hynes, the taske, and the rest, 20|Three copes and steele together weigh'd 20|Shee bears me in, as she wase wont, 20|Four times loue in weight; by Dives side 20|She dwells, and often I behold 20|The same to dayes. So high a Rank 20|No Creature might equal thee, yet least 20|Of all thy Progen Centum 20|Heearest this much: if Gods vaunter be 20|And men be free, then men to thee 20|Glad alliances must by couet ring: 20|To them particular feasts will bring 20|Them selfe of other fowls, and in 20|Certain fields to thee diverse fed. 20|The spicie or the Ingebrae fresh 20|They will thy flavour, and thy shew 20|Plantane, the pleasant tasting Vine 20|In Spaine; nor will lesse watery things, 20|As now they swim thee shallowly, 20|But duly, as he that draws the shew, 20|Drip, and thou to th' water will swim. 20|Thou must also visit certain streets 20|With me; for I cannot well deny 20|Th' invited crowds. So then, the third, 20|I leave thee, for the crowds will soon 20|Be chang'd, and thou more happy then, 20|For soon they crowd to crowd no more. 20|Eftsoones I fly to meet thee there, 20|And lead thee to th' open Court of Jove, 20|Where I will ransom thee from Death; 20|There lead straight in charged, and led 20|With clang'd Cressids, Arcadian Wisemen, 20|The gay Ditties in order due, 20|All day the shrill clarion pealing 20|Above the streets of Paradise, 20|All day the loud Nauie resonant 20|The thronging crowds; but by the third 20|Will I direct thee and command 20|Thy flight from crowdy luxuries 20|Thou must abstain from dens that are 20|All gay without delight, and must 20|Be sober, drearie, and submissive, 20|As most accordant to Jove. 20|Hence with thy Vessel tow'rd the nave 20|Come, let us to the Temple go, 20|There many wondrous things I hear, 20|There is great noise and stir of men, 20|Hangs a square Lump of Hercules. 20|It is not for this does he advance, 20|That in his hand a Cup of Wine 20|Guiding down a little River, 20|In his right hand a Cup of Wine. 20|To the Youth that is in yon place 20|His eyes on Paradise looked down, 20|For he should see that his day was come, 20|And he advance upon the hill, 20|And a beautiful sight did behold, 20|Whilst he was gazing a bright cloud 20|Above a beautiful hillock, 20|And a pleasant brook was there rivall'd, 20|So glorious that his hopes did break. 20|"O that I could at this moment be 20|At home in Paradise, and see the beams, 20|The glorious colours of the glorious dome, 20|That there above me doth lodge the King of Glory, 20|Then as I would my eyes might rest 20|Upon the mighty Mountains that appeer, 20|His dreadful Mountains, on whose crest 20|All the winds do rest and every thing 20|That on Earth doth make miserie! 20|I would have seen those Mountains, when they made 20|From the bottom of the well-watered earth 20|The River-maidens, to cover all 20|With costly raiment, purple and gold 20|And scarlet, to be the choicest pavilions 20|For feasts of Bacchus and his games 20|Ere long, and then would have made my voice 20|Strong and loud, my Songs to answer and proclaim, 20|And all the rest then to respond to. 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 25080 ======================================== 615|And to the knight did she her tale reply; 615|And with that cry, "I am thy friend and guide." 615|Nor aught is left him but to see and hear. 615|But that which doth the tale, with him and him, 615|Nor one, nor other, did conclude the knight. 615|Not for him was so much wealth prepared; 615|To soothe Alcina's tenderness and love; 615|Who to her gentle lady, of her might 615|Proud and proud, had come with gifts by her sent: 615|But the sweet creature of good courage sore, 615|That on a day, when she in love did lie 615|Alcina, and she in life did thrive, 615|In the great town she with herself doth bred, 615|A fair young lord of high estate and name: 615|Of whom the very day, how well he sped, 615|Is doubtful of us, for of his fate 615|We only know; and that the day is past 615|Which, to secure the youth and youthful knight, 615|To their affection gave this sweet end. 615|Alcina, for so the lady's suit, 615|Felt she was so enamoured of her peer, 615|She deemed, as she of every other thing 615|Kindly was pleasured, that she might be 615|More so beloved by her own true heir: 615|The youth will in the following verse descend 615|From her, a virgin, to his second wight, 615|To her whose marriage is at last foretold. 615|The lady's heart, the day, that evermore 615|Her heart with that good promise did endure. 615|But with the youth he now the youthful knight 615|And the fair count'nance met, where he 615|Was to embark that very day for France, 615|And made him leave his faithful company. 615|For he would from that hour on holy ground 615|To be with the devout lady stay; 615|Who, by the goodly Saracen's stay, 615|Could long such strife and sore displeasure know. 615|Aboard the bark, which was of silver hue, 615|In her right hand that lovely lady placed 615|(And by the sea she to the bark conveyed) 615|The noble stranger, in her chamber near, 615|Where was her damsel ever dwelling now. 615|With her that noble stranger rode behind 615|On a white horse, and under him a guard; 615|And, on the board, in a full paces twain, 615|Made her the choicest dishes in the hall. 615|The beauteous count'nance, where they dight, 615|Was gaily decked and wreathed with many a lace. 615|And all about the hall, with many more, 615|Were arrayed the knights and dames, who there were 615|Of that fair city, which was then in store, 615|And to the banquet led the dame, and all 615|Who might with ease and prayer her pray'r prefer. 615|The cavaliers are seen, in the hall, 615|Of every forest race and gentle strain. 615|Not the fairest knight, nor wight bearest grace, 615|E'er by love or beauty shone before; 615|Nor more renowned than any man whose hand 615|O'er any burden doth bear away; 615|Not he alone, not he the royal peer, 615|Who with his faithful band the city guards, 615|But he their guardian, for all his age; 615|With him they to the palace went, and so 615|The queen's husband was without a trace. 615|In state, in courteisir, and in vest, 615|From him with the most graceful grace diffused. 615|The monarch's son, who all his worth adornd, 615|The king's son, to the dame had never spied, 615|Yet long had been, because of her renown, 615|And had been named the fairest in the land; 615|Yet never by her beauty was so blest, 615|As when that gentle lady's face he viewed: 615|Because thereof, by all that is befits 615|A king's son of his proper worth surveyed. 615|And that, which made her so beloved, wrought 615|(Yet by its force, O worthy prince, I mean) 615|By which ======================================== SAMPLE 25090 ======================================== 16686|To meet and join in love. 16686|There are no birds in the green wood, 16686|No insects in the brake, 16686|No dew on the leaves at morning, 16686|No flowers for a tomb; 16686|Yet here in the valley of the Hebrides 16686|They never will know me again. 16686|They are far away in those other lands 16686|In the fair wood of the Hebrides; 16686|But I have seen the sea, and the sunset sky, 16686|And the glow of a dying star, 16686|And a land with hills of amber hue, 16686|Ever dear to me, ever new and fair. 16686|I left it when I was a poor boy, 16686|And now in the valley lone, 16686|And lonely, like a tired bird alone, 16686|I watch the sunset fade, 16686|For oh I have seen the sunset glow,-- 16686|I have seen the land where the long wave flows; 16686|And oh the hills of amber blossoms bright, 16686|And the blue skies overhead! 16686|As I passed along the streets of the town, 16686|The city's children all grew up, 16686|And, in the streets, there fell on the heads of men 16686|A tide of blue-eyed girls and boys; 16686|But when I was a little older, 16686|My friends said: "No more you shall play 16686|At our old town!" and I tried to keep it in mind; 16686|But I could never play my part. 16686|I went to a far country, 16686|And there I met a maiden-- 16686|And we danced and sang together 16686|In the sun and rain. 16686|"Now no more you shall dance and sing 16686|In the green streets of our town. 16686|And if all the road is over, 16686|'Tis strange that men should know. 16686|"But I know where it is north, 16686|And it shows me every street, 16686|And every door in the house 16686|Is open to me." 16686|Away in the sunset-colored east, 16686|In a pleasant park, where a fairy 16686|With a lovely garland gay, she sat; 16686|And a fairy sat on her knee, 16686|And a fairy told her every day 16686|The good old stories she would tell her; 16686|And a fairy told her in spring, 16686|With the flowers of green in her hair, 16686|And a flower of pink in her mouth; 16686|And when she wanted to sing, 16686|She brought the birds to sing. 16686|In a little green garden, close by the shore, 16686|A flower-de-luce, in bright-green tresses, doth sit; 16686|And her eyes are dark and deep, 16686|Like a vase of violets, 16686|And her cheek is red to the delicate pale cherry hue, 16686|As she lifts her head 16686|To watch the coming of the birds, on the trees, 16686|That are bending to hear her sing. 16686|Her voice is soft and weak, 16686|As soft as is the wind, 16686|When it stirs on the green stem of each pink  tree: 16686|It rings like a little bell 16686|Like a bell, and a fairy sings. 16686|She gathers the flowers and leaves, 16686|And spreads them on a bier, 16686|And there is one on the green stems of each tree: 16686|A fairy waits and listens, 16686|To mark the growing of the flowers. 16686|But the flowers are not ready for her to come in: 16686|The leaves are not ready for her to speak. 16686|For they grow long and stony, 16686|And the birds are tired and frightened, 16686|And the clouds are heavy with snow, 16686|And the white clouds are frozen with snow. 16686|"Why should not flowers give fruit 16686|That ripen in the sun? 16686|Why should not birds build nests? 16686|The flowers are the fruit. 16686|"We do not eat the flowers. 16686 ======================================== SAMPLE 25100 ======================================== 35991|To the end of time. He's my friend, and I think 35991|Of him, as I see him, as though I was his son 35991|And I felt the love that he has for me, 35991|And I think at times of what I see in him. 35991|And I think of this friend of his and his wife 35991|And his little children, but I've got no time to tell 35991|The story of his love for me, no time to make 35991|Told in a childlike way. 35991|Why is it you are so tired, you say? 35991|When you were a little girl at Elmhurst 35991|I used to read to you, and we'd go to the hill 35991|And watch the swallows, and the bluebirds, and the sparrows, 35991|That never stop for the bread of flowers, for birds 35991|And flowers that never close their petals long, 35991|And when the clock says seven, the sky grows brighter; 35991|I was a lad then. Now I'm grown beyond all thought 35991|And work in my little life, and what am I? 35991|A child growing up, and the hours of play, 35991|And the things that I miss the most, and I'm always 35991|With those I've missed. But, why did I get up 35991|And go to play in the sun, and why do I hate 35991|This world so? If I can find the answer that's old 35991|And hard to find, I will be brave for you. 35991|I'm telling you of something, but you ask: 35991|Oh yes, I had a friend--a kind, sweet friend, 35991|My mother's friend, too. And when it comes to love, 35991|Oh yes, this mother of mine was very wise, 35991|And loved her neighbor as a friend. She did this: 35991|I see this dear little girl, but you don't know. 35991|She told me once in a voice so sweet and clear: 35991|You're a child, you never will grow up to be 35991|A bird, or a man, or a beautiful queen. 35991|I don't know what words she said, I don't know 35991|What things she told me. That's all I see. 35991|But when I grow up no more, and you are grown 35991|And take your place and rule your life, or be 35991|A man and rule your life; when you take up 35991|Your place in heaven, if you go to heaven 35991|I'll never tell you this, but this I know: 35991|The mother's daughter is the kind of girl 35991|You should be with in your life, with all her heart. 35991|You know a mother or a mother's friend is better 35991|Than many friends we've had at this big ball, 35991|And she was very wise, indeed. 35991|She died some time ago-- 35991|So said her mother, I believe it was, 35991|Or somebody told her. 35991|She wrote me, 35991|It was a very sad letter: 35991|How her life had been begun, what things 35991|She had been through--how she could see again, 35991|And live again, and be whole. 35991|And what is this 35991|That comes at the end of the story?... 35991|Oh, to hear you ask me, 35991|What is this that comes at the end of this? 35991|I'm sorry. I must ask again. But that 35991|Is best when one has questions. I must tell 35991|This to this friend of mine. 35991|The friend I'd like to hear from, 35991|I'll say, my friend, 35991|I've come and talked with you and read with you, 35991|Have read your letters, read my letters with, 35991|And now I'm tired of life. 35991|And so you're coming 35991 ======================================== SAMPLE 25110 ======================================== 1383|In the light, which is the soul's most perfect, 1383|The light which knows no bounds, 1383|Which, if a thought arise, 1383|For it has nothing less than mind, 1383|That would not close its eyes, 1383|And yet is one with all the orbs; 1383|The light at which the eyes abide 1383|Which see no living death, 1383|Can the soul ever deem so bright, 1383|The light which never glances dim? 1383|'Tis light in which the whole world lies, 1383|This sum of things, this grandeur of things; 1383|Light, all-pow'rful light, 1383|Which turns to evil where to good is common. 1383|From this grand light the flesh, 1383|From this light the man, 1383|The soul in him to all that he has made, 1383|Cometh away 1383|From the soul-mind, in a world of lightlessness. 1383|Nay, if there be none that can disclose 1383|The spirit, or make sense of his tone, 1383|Let him be blest 1383|With the spirit of nature. He can see 1383|The stars through heaven's pure raiment. What he loves 1383|More than light, more than waves that kiss and blend 1383|In a boundless sea of sound, 1383|Or like a soul within all these stars, 1383|His soul-mind, the spirit of man, the whole 1383|Organ of being,--be he bright 1383|With the sun's own glory or the moon's own light, 1383|With the planets in music and their mirth. 1383|His soul-mind, spirit of man! 1383|And what is he but light 1383|Against whose voice the great clouds are trembling? 1383|Light against which the winds, the waves and suns, 1383|The stars, winds and waves, 1383|The flowers, flowers, and fruits, 1383|Are swaying to and fro, 1383|And their music changes as he changes too. 1383|In this vast sea of light, 1383|And the full music of its swaying, 1383|He is light. 1383|'Tis he that bears the seed, 1383|That the soul's fair fruitage blooms, 1383|By the weight of spirit, which it bears: 1383|He that in his turn rears 1383|All things, their perfection. Not of him 1383|Are known from Earth and eye above; 1383|But God the Father knows and bears 1383|For greater knowledge what he makes. 1383|He builds his faithfully all his thoughts on 1383|His image's utmost summit. But it is God 1383|Who shapes the height of thought on higher levels: 1383|He is the highest and the root of all. 1383|That which he wills, that which he sees, 1383|Is light; he knows the meaning of all things 1383|Wherein we live, move, have our being. 1383|Our love for him is light's own light, 1383|The love with which we, blinded, yearn, 1383|Is fire; our awe of him the self-same awe 1383|Which we with one accord implore, 1383|And by a thousand persuasions hear 1383|As, in the silence of our souls, they plead 1383|The void, the void, the void. 1383|There is no light but it is God's light. 1383|This is his praise; this is his will: we find it 1383|In deep, deep night-fog, the spirit-shroud 1383|Which he had spread for mortal sight, 1383|That veil it ere we look on it. 1383|But lo! we find he moves; and now 1383|Our light in him is light and day. 1383|His glory, not of him, is light; 1383|For his light is infinite light. 1383|We seek his light in need; and we 1383|Find it in his light; and there is more, 1383|Light and day, in him than we. 1383|When he was born of light, of light, 1383|Light, infinite light, ======================================== SAMPLE 25120 ======================================== 2487|But with you, and so, dear, this book-- 2487|To me,--is all I need. 2487|Ah, me! and must I give up what was once my life, 2487|To live a solitary life, and think so little of you? 2487|How can I do without my life, my love, my money, too? 2487|To dream so little about you, and take pleasure in you, 2487|Without being sorry, without regretting that I loved you at all! 2487|Forgetting that we knew that you were all I had to give-- 2487|All! but a little, darling! 2487|Ah, me! and have I not been always so, my dearest? 2487|Have I not, you and I, been dreaming so much of you, 2487|No wonder that at night I sleep so sound and contented? 2487|You see, darling, what I'm saying is the way I mean it-- 2487|What I do mean-- 2487|All the other men-- 2487|Would they ever, thought I, 2487|Keep a mind that's so full of loving for a single night? 2487|They never could say, when you came, 2487|"You must love me for a night!" 2487|When I'd talk with you-- 2487|You and I, my dear-- 2487|"If you could--forget--me--at last!" 2487|Ah, me! and did I ever, 2487|Ever dream of what you were, dear? 2487|Did you ever say, 2487|Or make a wish, "I'd have her love me!" 2487|"Let me--don't forget, darling! 2487|Let me--don't forget, darling!" 2487|Ah, me! and do you know, darling, 2487|How many lovers you've known, 2487|That could only die, my darling? 2487|One, two, three, four, five--ah, me, 2487|Don't you remember? 2487|So when you meet me, dear, 2487|In the spring, 2487|Or in any time of night, 2487|You never guess 2487|How you've been dreaming, darling! 2487|Oh, there are friends, dear, 2487|Aunts and nieces, dear, 2487|I've loved from afar-- 2487|But never a single one, 2487|That could die! 2487|I love you so. 2487|I've tried so hard to love you-- 2487|So many that I've loved 2487|But never a single one, 2487|That could die! 2487|And now that I've tried-- 2487|I can-- 2487|And you? 2487|The sun that I used to think 2487|Would come and go, 2487|And come again, would bring 2487|No shadow there 2487|Or misty hue, 2487|That I could look upon, 2487|And never know 2487|The shining and the glare 2487|And wonder, then, 2487|How I so wasted be 2487|And spent my youth out there, 2487|I'm sure it is, 2487|As I gaze at the gleams 2487|Of gold and brown and grey, 2487|Which all day long, 2487|Are mirrored in the glass 2487|Of the old-world gleam 2487|That I used to see 2487|When I dreamed, I know, of you, 2487|And, as to see, 2487|To dream you now at all, 2487|Till, weary of dream, 2487|I fall asleep. 2487|And I will dream it in dreams 2487|Until I die! 2487|I will dream of your hair 2487|Shining beneath the sun; 2487|Your eyes so deep and bright, 2487|Touched with some mysterious light; 2487|Of lips where there is no sound-- 2487|As yet I have not heard! 2487|And of your lips where lie 2487|An odour rich and strong! 2487|And the kisses you brought to me 2487|Would never fade away! 2487|And of your face so young-- 2487| ======================================== SAMPLE 25130 ======================================== 615|I thought that he had lost his way, 615|Away from his own shore, that he 615|So oft had crossed the deep and wide, 615|He scarce from whence he issued; nor knew 615|More than I was able, he had hied 615|For certain miles, and long had been 615|And oft the voyage was delaying 615|Until his steps were met with here. 615|But all my cares, so far as may, I bore; 615|And, as near the mid of this ilk, 615|About the midnight tide was hearing 615|(Where he had left the bark) upon the wave. 615|It was a sea that oft had borne me, 615|So that I nought was left beside 615|A pathway, that had been so short, 615|And long some longness, I had gone. 615|Here at the least an hour a while I stied, 615|A little space to see and lay, 615|Until the sun to rest had gone 615|And the great world was darkened o'er: 615|And at its setting (on that same shore 615|That now did hewing, the sun was mounted, 615|And, being past, her sun had sought her sphere). 615|Then I perceived, with what a wound 615|This place has been and smouldered for many a day, 615|That the sea, at any hour, might be 615|Heaved up about with many a ship; 615|And, from the wind, and wind, and tide, 615|That made her ship, and people, crew, 615|In one last surge of sea were parted by 615|A broad and ample sea. 615|Upon this shore, I heard a voice. 615|(I heard that voice, I heard the cry: 615|Yet was no sign of him by me, 615|From where the sea was hushed and still.) 615|Who would the sea, or him, or either, tell? 615|It was not his who heard the cry; 615|-- I hear the voice -- 'tis God of all; 615|And, to a voice, I would declare. 615|To him (God wot) if he had been 615|If he that cry had had, I know, 615|Then I have seen; and now by me 615|Would read how strange and vain is prayer, 615|And how it fails a little space 615|From the desire that God would know. 615|He shall himself (for this I see, 615|Nor I as well abhorred in thee, 615|But that I would that God should know -- 615|Me, that should give my love) recite 615|If I can learn of thee to heare 615|His secret wish, or have from me 615|Truth to relate to him. 615|"The very first that I should know 615|That we were here, we had in sooth, 615|To see the man from whom I had 615|My lord's good bow and ring; 615|And if I had in all my care 615|Henceforth no need of that good thing, 615|"And from this time till now, when found 615|If I of you have ever wrought, 615|I find, at least, I have not said; 615|And if your hapless worth has failed 615|At any time, I am unaware 615|What may by others be allowed, -- 615|Henceforth my prayer of yours be said, 615|If one that I could seek and found I, 615|Who would not cause me to depart. 615|"I by the service of my arm 615|To this great work have done great harm, 615|And shall to-morrow for ever be 615|The last and greatest of my reward." 615|"Who will you find," said she, after paused, 615|"To do the service you deserve? 615|But as I think you have for me, 615|As I enjoy (if I can deem) 615|All that I think on in this place, 615|With you I shall without end afford 615|As great a service as I know." 615|In such an honorable way 615|The maid the youth addresses; 615|Nor from the fair, when 'twas her will, 615|She evermore would do her will. 615|But on their way, they had to hold 615|With one other lady: 615|And the three said, with joyful cheer ======================================== SAMPLE 25140 ======================================== 1365|And they sang about it with the best. 1365|And they sang about the old oaks and elms, 1365|The pine-trees towering o'er the meadow, 1365|The elms and the pines were ever singing, 1365|Always singing,--and no one but they! 1365|And so they built a place among the pines 1365|Where they could chant their songs together, 1365|And sing as only pensive souls should, 1365|With eyes half-lidded and a spirit waking, 1365|And limbs grown stronger by their company. 1365|And when the pensive spirits, like the pines, 1365|Had drifted far from this dim land of shadows, 1365|They still remained and murmured still, 1365|"Elms and elm trees, they sing to us 1365|As if we were their children still!" 1365|And often I think, when by the river 1365|We pass the old and deserted homestead, 1365|And by the ford the foaming stream is winding, 1365|And by the fall the darkling waters winding 1365|Across their remains among the rushes, 1365|If, half in self-deprecation, 1365|They dwell like those old pines, 1365|Hearing of the great master-spirits singing, 1365|Back to the world once more returning, 1365|With all their songs of life, of death returning, 1365|Do they not sometimes turn away their faces 1365|From those who are in this world forsaking? 1365|Sometimes unto them I seem to see them, 1365|And sometimes the mist from them dispersing, 1365|Like the foam that gathers in the storm-tost river, 1365|To seek its rest among the hills of heaven; 1365|And oftentimes my heart, as in reproach, 1365|Shrinks from the gaze that asks them of these 1365|Faint ghosts, that hover and pause 1365|Wasting earth's treasures in their weary hands. 1365|But still I see them there 1365|In all their glory, living and supporting 1365|The people of a hundred years ago, 1365|And they whose names are lost 1365|In the vast void of Time, the everlasting waters! 1365|I go, in the night-time, 1365|To the place where we have sheltered them; 1365|And there upon the mossy stones 1365|I linger, like an image vain 1365|In the dim midnight of a dream; 1365|And I are haunted by the sound 1365|Of the old home-comers singing 1365|At the lonely bell of Arden's Ford. 1365|I go, at the breaking of the day, 1365|And like a ghost I hover near, 1365|And I think of the old black church, 1365|And its slumberous swaying in the wind! 1365|And often in the noonday heat, 1365|Within its battered walls I lie, 1365|And the long candles on the wall, 1365|In reposeful silence seem to be 1365|Faintly gleaming on the stillness. 1365|And I look up with sad dread 1365|As the lonely bell is ringing, 1365|And with the silence more and more 1365|I hear the old-time voices speak:-- 1365|(Though the bell resounds with sounds so gay 1365|And low, that but the morning skies 1365|Have power to wake their light, 1365|Yet in the heart of man the voice 1365|Of complaining nature rings.) 1365|O little bells, so full of joy, 1365|O mighty bells, thou surely fair! 1365|In the golden days of yore 1365|Thou hadst for throne on this hilltop 1365|Thy great ancestor, thy father 1365|Who made thy heritage his own! 1365|Thy place is large upon the wall, 1365|Thy story oft is told 1365|In the halls of memory and rhyme, 1365|Where thou and thine, the fathers, 1365|Hast reign'd for ever and aye! 1365|Then, O little bells, O little bells, 1365|O mighty bells, weeps thy ancient home! ======================================== SAMPLE 25150 ======================================== 37861|And my own self to be the child. 37861|For the child who waits in the moon, 37861|Will cry when the moon goes down 37861|And nothing be a thing to cry for, 37861|And everything be but the same; 37861|And the baby who will lie in the dark, 37861|Will weep while the moon goes down-- 37861|The little baby who waits in the dark, 37861|Will cry when the moon goes down.... 37861|For the child who's going to sleep and forget 37861|All the hopes that were life's best delight, 37861|And sleep in the darkness forever, 37861|Will never have dreams but the dreams of pain, 37861|And nothing be a thing to feel, 37861|And everything be but the same: 37861|And the little child who's lying in the dark, 37861|Will never have dreams but the dreams of pain.... 37861|And, now when there's nothing in the dark, 37861|There is nothing in the darkness; 37861|And nothing there is to weep for, 37861|And nothing there the child to save, 37861|And nothing at all to be done. 37861|But the little child has nothing yet, 37861|And the sleep-worn heart has nothing yet, 37861|And the dark is nothing now 37861|Save for the moon in the silence; 37861|And the baby, there, sleeps in the dark, 37861|And nothing there is to feel, 37861|And nothing yet at all to see, 37861|And nothing yet at all to fade; 37861|But the little crying child is lying in the gloom, 37861|And the darkness is nothing now 37861|Save for the moon in the darkness. 37861|I shall not always come to you. 37861|I may not always come with you. 37861|Now, when the sun is in the west, 37861|And the last bright stars disappear, 37861|And the grey, old sky is dark, 37861|And you must remember me: 37861|Then I shall not always come to you 37861|In my new red dress, 37861|With my heart in your arms, 37861|And your breast, 37861|But your love in my hand, 37861|And a little dream of you 37861|I shall speak not to you now, 37861|You that I have loved, now dead, 37861|But with strange words of power, but words of a long-drawn-out 37861|word, 37861|When you must not come any more, 37861|In your red dress. 37861|I am too worn of love, love 37861|And of life. 37861|The heart is weary and old of love, love. 37861|The great heart, the hard heart, the 37861|heart of the strong man; 37861|The spirit of the proud man 37861|To feel the longings. 37861|I will be old with my love, love, 37861|When death is, age has fled, 37861|And life is like nothing so rare 37861|Save Death, who makes the frail things thin. 37861|To sit and watch love slowly go 37861|In his green vestal garb; 37861|To hold my heart and make it strong 37861|And to never cease to hear and love 37861|What Love has whispered. 37861|When I have not a word to say, 37861|Then will I keep silent too; 37861|That what is said I may forget 37861|To weep so when I go. 37861|I shall not always come to you, love, 37861|In my new red dress, 37861|With my heart in your arms, 37861|And your breast, 37861|For you must not come to me, love. 37861|So I come not now to you, love, 37861|In my new red dress, 37861|With my heart in your arms, 3786 ======================================== SAMPLE 25160 ======================================== 1280|With the blood and the heat, and the scents and the dust? 1280|I will go out and sit by the fireside, 1280|And pray to the souls of the martyrs. 1280|And when my eyes ache, and my sinews strain, 1280|And when I am glad, and the hours toil slow, 1280|Then pray as I pray three times a day, 1280|And I will forget my sorrow. 1280|Brought out of the East: 1280|The City on the ocean, 1280|And the people who grew up in it, 1280|Wealth and fame in their midst; 1280|I see at last 1280|The end: 1280|The close, of the grand illusion. 1280|And even for the dead, if they choose, 1280|There shall be a new great hope born 1280|Among the old, now dead. 1280|(By permission of the Society 1280|of American Poets.) 1280|O Death, what do thou mean by an end? 1280|It is a word that is used to say 1280|Of something that has ceased to be. 1280|When I go down, go down for my sake, 1280|And bring back old spirits and forget 1280|What I have forgotten; 1280|As a man who has forgotten. 1280|Death is a word whose meaning is blind; 1280|It is a phrase of an unbelieving soul 1280|Who sees the things of earth as they are 1280|Beyond her understanding 1280|And has no faith 1280|In any meaning of death. 1280|Then come down, come down, and let me hear 1280|No more the words thou art so rich in; 1280|Wound not my heart to pieces, 1280|Nor break my faith in any purpose. 1280|I am not afraid to die, for I know 1280|That my friends will mourn me, though they say 1280|What must be said. 1280|But thou art here to make death the limit 1280|Of all which Fate provides. If this be so, 1280|I must obey thee; 1280|Death is thy way of showing that thou art true 1280|When I can trust thy meaning. 1280|I see the stars, all of them, 1280|Above me on the evening sky, 1280|Or where they have reached their goal. 1280|I hear the voices calling and calling 1280|Which never have come to me. 1280|I see them, through the windows in the hall, 1280|Bright visions, stars, in shining armor 1280|Of blue and silver, in which they play 1280|Bent above them, in their battle line. 1280|When they have passed, above me 1280|The mighty seraphim come back, 1280|Their eyes are stars, and the light of their arms 1280|Shines above the blackness of the night. 1280|They come to bring a message 1280|Out of a world of sin. 1280|And my heart's eyes have opened-- 1280|My heart's eyes have known the light. 1280|And all the days of my manhood 1280|Will open them, I know. 1280|They will bring back my spirit, 1280|And with them, come home. 1280|A little girl in a school-room, 1280|Her hair unbound, 1280|And a little boy who would like to go 1280|To his school 1280|And his teacher's back stairs. 1280|She walks to her teacher's door, 1280|And, at the door, 1280|She says, "He's in the hall, 1280|But I know that he is not. 1280|I saw him at the door." 1280|He goes to his teacher door, 1280|And at the door 1280|She says, "He came in, 1280|But she's nowhere near." 1280|Then she goes back to the little girl in the 1280|School-room. 1280|And he goes back outside by the river, on the 1280|I am a bird in a garden, 1280|And there in my little green nest 1280|I live in it. 1280|I sit on a stone ======================================== SAMPLE 25170 ======================================== 8187|The old sea's face--a sea without a shore-- 8187|A world that ever shall grow old and lie 8187|Where never waves again shall sweep away 8187|Their withering wings. 8187|_"Haut-ton Genne."_ 8187|_"A l'heure du monde est la ferme écoute._"--Montaigne, 8187|The "first" of _those_ French poets who were, in the sense of their 8187|expression, mere motes in a sea of fire;--but he was in that 8187|systole, exhale, and will still be, after all. 8187|As to the subject on which I here intrust myself, I fear that I 8187|underrate it too much; as to the poet, Mr. White, I leave it for 8187|It is an art which--through history we may know not how long,-- 8187|Has been, and doubtless still is, the sole one in which the Greeks 8187|"Ah, Socratic Race, whose soul 8187|Shared all its wealth, all its grandeur, all its love!" 8187|The _Bramins_, in their _Man as a Being_, have a most singular 8187|In that "mighty eye" what _can it be," says Tonson, "which 8187|Weighs on my memory so heavily that, even to break this 8187|_I_ know not if I saw the _Burgoyne_ pass. 8187|"The lady's face was white with joy," etc.--TENNYSON'S 8187|This scene in Theocritus was, in all the original, a real picture. 8187|This is no mere caricature; for "the eye 8187|Sheds on the marble all its purest light,"-- 8187|and he, who, as the muse of all their art has the privilege of 8187|"That bright form, that stately form," etc.--TENNYSON'S 8187|"And thus, with head, like mountain-wave on beach, 8187|Whose waters never rest." 8187|This is a very happy spot, 8187|The pride of all the river side. 8187|There are many happy traces in this spot;--many traces--"with 8187|In this one point alone, my friend, is a difference, just as 8187|"But who is he, majestic, like thee, 8187|That stands before the gate?" 8187|In my _Letter to a Young Gentleman_ I found "the following 8187|"There never was a monarch more complete," etc.--TENNYSON'S 8187|"There lives in thee a fountain new, 8187|Sweet as when on Delos flowing, 8187|When round his ankles blew the moly." 8187|The same name being read out, his heart beat loud, with such a 8187|_The_ _Villa of Saint Gildasque_. 8187|The _Villa_ of Saint Gildas is a charming mansion in the _Ville Saint 8187|Largest mansion in that parish 8187|Where the _magnifique_ call you _froid et mort_! 8187|Its greatness is, 'tis near the sea, in an ancient castle. 8187|'Tis a place of noble and illustrious family of the family of 8187|Touche! touche! what charms the mind, when one feels one is in 8187|The _Villa's_ of this "grand architecture," and the _Villa's_ own 8187|A _Ville Saint-Gildas_, too, I must confess, is not in the proper 8187|_The_ _Villa del Solec]'s a small church in the _Ville Saint- 8187|There is a church at Lille, "quite charming," and is called "the 8187|_The_ _Villa's_, too, of course, is the famous Cathedral of 8187|In Lille there is another famous tomb, the Cathedral of Saint 8187|Sebastian,--an ancient city of the north of France, in 8187|which both its first and last Pope resided. 8187|_The_ Archbishopric of Paris is indeed a charming place, but 8187|_the_ cathedral of Paris itself is not too expensive. 8187|I have not yet mentioned what ======================================== SAMPLE 25180 ======================================== 1365|On the edge of an isle where the white water flows, 1365|And you have the vision of a palace and a crown; 1365|And the King has sent me to proclaim his feasts in the court; 1365|With royal gifts in his own rich land to proclaim. 1365|I will travel the world to bring you the gifts and the crown! 1365|"O King! if it be possible, I will go 1365|And proclaim and exhort you the wonders of this world. 1365|But in this I am in great haste and cause dismay; 1365|There are great cares in my heart and trouble at home! 1365|"O, my King, the time is short; my brother shall come, 1365|And, ere that, the King shall have nothing to wear but a shirt. 1365|How can I then inform my king that I am coming? 1365|And what shall remain for him of news that is true?" 1365|And the King, with his servants, a merry assembly held, 1365|For he wished to let fall tidings unto all men's ears. 1365|From the midst of a high tower the King saw a knight, 1365|And with royal mirth the stranger was in joy, 1365|And the King was glad, and praised him and praised him, and bade 1365|His people take the stranger in safety of his hand. 1365|The King laughed at the joke and said, "Sir Knight, no more; 1365|I know you with laughter and talk to be well paid; 1365|Give me the gift of a helmet of ivory, 1365|With a golden crest on a silver field you rode. 1365|Be the prize of a game that I love, and he will speak, 1365|And you can tell him that your name was first among kings." 1365|And the horse, with its tongue as white as the snow, 1365|To the King took its head as it rose from the stall. 1365|The King said: "Sir Knight, if in all the world 1365|There were such an one as I am by whom a gift 1365|Is given, it worthily might be worthily won!" 1365|He took a sword of gold in his hand, and they rode, 1365|And ever the wind went from them as they rode. 1365|And they rode as far as the day lasted fourteen days, 1365|Ere the wind and the stranger were weary and worn. 1365|At the end of a long and straight road they came on the plain; 1365|And the King said, "Where will you lead your knights this day? 1365|Where is the game that I love and I seek as my prize?" 1365|One said, "In the court of my sister the Queen of the land 1365|Of the White Queen? And we rode to the game that we seek." 1365|The King smiled at him, and said, "Give something to tell!" 1365|"In my house, in my palace, the gift I have brought 1365|That they shall not ask of me, my knights, as a crown!" 1365|The King laughed at him, and said, "You shall never seek 1365|A prize from a stranger in all the lands of the earth! 1365|But I will not keep you long in this land of the night, 1365|For I know who holds you in servitude, and his name is Fear! 1365|I will break you, and if you say a falsehood will make you go, 1365|And if you tell a lie you will live in the land of the dark 1365|"Then I shall have said all the marvels of this wondrous clime, 1365|And they shall know it, and fear it, and worship at my shrine; 1365|And you shall go to a land of light and happiness and peace, 1365|But I have kept you here, and I will keep yours any day!" 1365|The King said: "My knights, there is much I would speak to you all, 1365|And you shall hear it, and read it, and see it, and tell it, 1365|And they have listened when I told them the tale of the day. 1365|And they answered: "A good King, and a strange to Us. 1365|Let us eat my cake, and drink his wine, and make him our king!" 1365|At dawn they went to ======================================== SAMPLE 25190 ======================================== 19221|The wind blows from the south; the night is still and grey, 19221|The woods are white, and o'er the hill the pines are gone, 19221|And o'er the west, a light and a shout, a light and shriek, 19221|And there's a hush of glory about the world to-night! 19221|When all this beauty of the world is dark and gone, 19221|And all this bloom of flowers is scattered in the dust, 19221|No more the laurel spreads, or spreading oak is seen, 19221|To deck the brow of some majestic Chief or Dame; 19221|But rather where the broad sea-mist springs, the white sea-mist 19221|The clear white sea-mist of the soul, with all its grief 19221|And all its fame and glory, spreads its pure white arms 19221|O'er all the world, and all the world's bereft and broken 19221|'Tis here we found a good man's house, and not a devil's; 19221|'Tis here we built, 'tis here, 'tis here, the city of God; 19221|The ocean with its waves is here our palace-gate: 19221|Here's our own eternal air--whose ebbing tides shall flow 19221|Long currents of pure thought and sound unimpassioned, 19221|As current through a thousand years of folly and crime. 19221|There's Liberty! there's Freedom! the word our herald boys 19221|Said to me when I was twelve years of age--O, that word 19221|They keep at heart, and carry to the battle's extreme! 19221|That word the rebel said, and with a shout we heard 19221|The word that echoed far around us like a knell, 19221|That liberty, that war, that onward march that never fails! 19221|On, and where'er the clamour of the battle is heard, 19221|'Tis Freedom that is hearing, and 'tis on before! 19221|And though we never saw what few behold on earth 19221|'Twere a great gain to win the glorious word of freedom, 19221|And make our father's land a free and fraternal zone, 19221|In battle might and main to every thought and deed we're bent, 19221|In victory's glory to exult and die the brave. 19221|A man is blest--when all are glad, and joyous seems 19221|A blessing for him; he feels himself exceedingly 19221|The child of God; he turns from mortal cares and fears 19221|To love what only heaven has given for a crown. 19221|O, what a life to lead in an age of pain! 19221|To be together, for one moment's joy alone, 19221|To hear the thunder of a foe within the fight 19221|Tumultuously sound; to know that danger's near, 19221|And hunger for the foe--that heart, of still content, 19221|Which never rests, but that which is the thread and bar 19221|Of all content must evermore be one! 19221|O yes! I see within my mind, 19221|Even now, each of these, my aims to reach; 19221|But vainly do I wish to strive 19221|With obstacles which seem impossible. 19221|Yet there is on my spirit wrought 19221|A mighty work, which, though I cannot see, 19221|I shall accomplish, yea, accomplish too: 19221|I saw within a vision pale 19221|A glorious man without a name. 19221|Thee, Poesy, I can call my own; 19221|Thee thou, Art, whence art dedicating 19221|Thee all my life--who taught me well, 19221|That I should one day with thyself 19221|Be mingled with the very air 19221|By which thou tearest Nature's flower, 19221|To make my own immortal art! 19221|I heard a voice, that in the shade 19221|A singing bird heard evermore; 19221|And, over against the sound, 19221|A Herald's Voice came riding on 19221|From a castle in the air. 19221|And it sang to me, and said: "Tell him 19221|The hour is passing hour: 19221|The time is passing hour for him 19221|Who ======================================== SAMPLE 25200 ======================================== 37649|That aught could harm thee? 37649|And thou that loves the stars and sun, 37649|And the moon, that is but a dream, 37649|And the evening, that is but a dream 37649|That they never saw thee more, 37649|Happiness is lost to thee! 37649|Ah, no! no, thou art not so lost! 37649|Nor so poor, though thee and I 37649|Suffered many a jousting match, 37649|And each, in spite of fancy's arts, 37649|Wore to different ends. 37649|The moon has been to me 37649|The eye of many a star, 37649|Gathered in wildnesses vain 37649|Of light and shadow there, 37649|With which I cannot count the light 37649|That lingers on the night, 37649|And the night's heart is not yet dead, 37649|And all things that I love. 37649|And so I'd rather live 37649|Than fall with thou. 37649|I'd rather know thee 37649|Than let thee leave me, 37649|For the darkness, night and day, 37649|Of thy eyes to see. 37649|Thou'rt shy and soft and kind, 37649|An elfin child of air, 37649|And thou hast known my smile 37649|And brought'st me sweets to make 37649|The hearts of others glad. 37649|For no such sight hath sprung 37649|As is wan July, 37649|And no such sight as thou 37649|Dost see when night is near. 37649|And though thou never knew 37649|Our dear sweet home of love, 37649|I watch thee day by day 37649|And dream a life is run. 37649|I'm the sweetest thing on earth, 37649|Of all the dearest; 37649|And I'm the kindest, too, 37649|The flower and the flower. 37649|And when the winter nights are long, 37649|And the frosty earth is brown and sere, 37649|And we're too weary and we both are cold, 37649|We'll go to the lovely country of the north, 37649|To the land of the white star-fleece and the snows; 37649|We'll sit upon an icy ledge and see 37649|What I shall name thee.--Oh, there's no one to greet! 37649|If I look up I should lose myself in the stars; 37649|Then I saw thee. Oh, there's no one to greet! 37649|Oh, there's no one to greet! 37649|I look up at the sky and see the stars, 37649|And a snow-white car, and two little lovers in snow; 37649|Then the car came to her, and the lovers were one, 37649|And her two feet were white as the down on the ground; 37649|And I heard the beat of the snow-white car 37649|And the white stars looking at me. 37649|Oh, there's no one to greet! 37649|I looked at the flowers and no one came to me; 37649|No word came to say, no smile to the face of the earth: 37649|The earth was frozen and I felt cold and I sick, 37649|And I saw the winter that was coming to me. 37649|But, oh, I saw thee, 37649|I knew thee, and I let thee go! 37649|I only went to let the flowers 37649|And the blossoms and grasses know 37649|Oh, what good news thou bringest! 37649|I only go to let them know 37649|To me, what good news thou bringest! 37649|I only give thee what is thine, 37649|For the flower and the grasses know; 37649|The snow-white car and the stars know. 37649|"Oh, come to me." 37649|"Oh, come to me and be mine," 37649|Is sweetest music in the world, 37649|Though I look to the north 37649|And no one will give me my wish. 37649|Ah, what joy to stand 37649|On the bridge of the sea, 37649|And sit on the bridge 37649 ======================================== SAMPLE 25210 ======================================== 16059|y el viento, y está mío. 16059|El pecho 16059|Que yo levantó sus cabezanos, 16059|Y al oirte 16059|Que no han de él vieron, 16059|Ni se admira 16059|Que no habrá de él techo, 16059|Ni hallaba 16059|Que por ti llega ó reposar, 16059|Si no te acuerdes 16059|Se vírgen que en la montaña 16059|Es fiero que tengo enemigas. 16059|¡Oh según el pecho 16059|¡Oh según ¡ay! y es de viento 16059|El humilde de un férrerol; 16059|¡Eh! yo han dijo 16059|Qué tan fuerza con mi vida 16059|El hombre de libertad! 16059|Por una cuna 16059|Pasó, y mi falso paso, 16059|¡Ay! pues quisieron 16059|Del ave, de mí del pico 16059|¡Eh! que de mi carro veneno 16059|Yo le dice 16059|Sobre una voz, que no le han muerto 16059|No vive Dios; pues vive Dios amedrento! 16059|De las graciosas de los gracias mares 16059|Que el cuello con el rey fué de lojas, 16059|Siendo en mi memoria nacieron. 16059|Al puro la noche pica, el cuello, 16059|El vencedor la vida entonces 16059|Del cuello, que al paso del navegante 16059|Al tesoro es desítel, al cetasti 16059|De las graciosas de los gracias mares 16059|Que al cuello con el rey fué de lojas, 16059|El sol al sol, lo manteca en el mundo 16059|Cargados y con el cuello el sol 16059|En el mismo las gracias de los graciosas 16059|Y en el canto en su furor vençivamento. 16059|Cuanto en su mismo 16059|Aquel llorando más que, de verla santa, 16059|Ciegos con el cuello, 16059|Eso súbito asombro viene la mona, 16059|Para más qué, siempre en la sepulture, 16059|De los gracias de la patria mía 16059|Es el rey que á la fama el pobreza 16059|Sus enojedes corres de mí dispultu, 16059|Y con todo lo pecho lo es dejando. 16059|Así los gracias de la patria mía 16059|Que en esta historia lóbreviendo 16059|Vierte, que ljubredo el trémulo son 16059|Que en la fama, más que en la ocasión 16059|A las fiestas blanca y la famosa 16059|Á mi bien, mi familia, mi dolor, 16059|Rueda allá á la famosa el vuelo. 16059|Ramiendo sus eficos grupos inclinado, 16059|Que en él á mi familia, ¡oh triste reloj! 16059|La historia que blevì á la famosa vana, 16059|Al combate á mi familia del viento 16059|Lo que más, pues, que ya no os lo debrilla. 16059|Sin riqueza, ¡cargado! lo que tenaz de lejos, 16059|Mas ¡ocas! que el bien pasado entona! 16059|Deja que puedo tenaz, ¿quién habéis enojos? 16059|¡Desde pintadas de los múseros 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 25220 ======================================== 42041|The man who is on the list, 42041|And a man with a woman in his life, 42041|Heaven be praised for his luck! 42041|"He who is on the list, 42041|And a man with a woman in his life, 42041|Heaven be praised for his luck!" 42041|On the top of a crag, all alone, 42041|I stood between two girls, 42041|Tossing the water-bags like balls 42041|Into the air. 42041|"Go quickly, quickly, girls!" I said; 42041|"That means the boy who is on the list." 42041|They dropped their baskets and let me see, 42041|Little girls, their strength was such, 42041|That I know not how I'd feel 42041|When I think of you, girls, boys, my girls, 42041|My boys, my girls. 42041|A child of thirty, I stood on the street, 42041|A child of thirty-five, 42041|Where the great waves break on the pier. 42041|"Now, what dost thou here, thou little man? 42041|Do I look well to see where thou stand'st, 42041|Or what dost thou here?" 42041|"I took a boat to look at the ships, 42041|And to see where my father's children sail, 42041|And they look well to see. 42041|"He went to see the ship he built for me 42041|When I was only three months old, 42041|And all the children were on board." 42041|"That was five years ago, 42041|And thou art grown so good and mighty, 42041|That thou art now a captain of ships, 42041|So I will give thee the chief estate,-- 42041|For thou must let thy father have 42041|No more of thee." 42041|The little boy stood on the street, 42041|And the little girl walked in the park, 42041|I put the book by its top 42041|To read as I used to do. 42041|"If I could only read like him, 42041|I would be as brave as the king!" 42041|So I read the page by its way, 42041|The lines by the man on the shore; 42041|The page with pictures of ship, wave, and grass-- 42041|I smiled, because he was brave. 42041|I listened to the trumpets 42041|Whose voices rose and fell 42041|Around me like the thunder 42041|At nightfall under the snow; 42041|And I did not cry, because 42041|I could not talk the while he spoke. 42041|So I put the book by its side 42041|And listened to thunder, 42041|And the sound of the cannon; 42041|And I did not cry, because 42041|I could not speak as I used to do. 42041|So I read the list of the gallant seamen, 42041|With a proud look, for the proud seamen cry, 42041|And you hear the shout and the cry 42041|Of the proud little children who cried: 42041|"He fought for us from the moment we saw him; 42041|He will die a hero when he dies." 42041|I stood on the sea-sands 42041|And looked into the blue of the sky; 42041|For I was looking 42041|In the direction of the ship of pearl, 42041|Tall and beautiful in her place. 42041|A ship of pearl, by the name of 42041|But she was mighty with oars and sails. 42041|The little people in the sand 42041|Took their places on the sands 42041|And went to school in the sea-sand, 42041|Till the children, out of sight, 42041|Learned to read and write, and speak. 42041|They learned it in the sands; 42041|The children sat and wove 42041|Rows of beads, in a common way, 42041|In the shade of the mighty Pearl, 42041|Taller than ships of pearl. 42041|I stood on the sea-sands 42041|A little child, with a golden bow 42041|Of little silver buttons set. ======================================== SAMPLE 25230 ======================================== 1727|and he set the bowl in the place where the women used to use to find it. 1727|Then he gave his servants to fetch the water from the sea. When 1727|the children heard the mother's voice calling them, they ran to 1727|the place and found her there with her children and her husband; they 1727|were all of them crying bitterly. 1727|But Minerva came down like the wind from the clouds, and took the 1727|pond and cast it there in the water. She drew the white-walled pool 1727|and made it dry with the water he had cast in the first place. 1727|The woman then went back to the house where her husband and her 1727|brothers lived, but Ulysses stayed in the house where the men were 1727|living--for he still had some wealth left over. 1727|Now the mother of the suitors had two sons that were not yet 1727|grown up, but they loved to sit in her cottage and to sing songs and 1727|make mirth. These were Penelope and Euryclea, and they loved to 1727|lie by the wife of Ulysses and hear tales of his wanderings. 1727|Penelope had the most of the wives, but even so she was not the 1727|only daughter of King Circe; her brothers had also killed their 1727|father, and took their sisters as wives instead. 1727|Thus did the wives of Circe keep their children, but Penelope was 1727|the only daughter, and her brothers. 1727|Pisistratus at last came to the house of Ulysses as he left the 1727|fish-farming country of Plataea and brought news of his brother Philo 1727|presently coming back to give his message. "Come," said he, 1727|praying that all the Argives might come to the wedding and hear 1727|how the Argives came to the city of Troy, for they were the 1727|best men in the city. 1727|Penelope at once set out for her brothers, but her heart was 1727|disquieted by a thought she had not revealed till now. She drew 1727|in between her sons, holding her sons' necks, and spoke to 1727|them in their own language. The sons answered with one accord: 1727|"'Tis well," said Euryclea, "mother, we were not aware of 1727|how it would come about. We heard nothing that you men were the 1727|guests of Circe; but we knew your children would come to the 1727|Argives, so you sent out word through all the city as far as the 1727|towers. We thought you would come yourself, but Circe now is in 1727|Ganges, and you are about to return with some of your herd from 1727|the plain.' 1727|Then Antinous began to speak. 1727|"'Friends,' he said, "'we will sit you down and talk with 1727|you. If you will go to the feast, there is much to look at 1727|among gifts and large stores of riches. The house is rich and 1727|well-kept, but the young men who are gone are still to come. 1727|We are also to know what we can get from your father; this is what 1727|we will do. If we find anything in his house that will give us an 1727|advantage in fighting, we will take our plunder back to our ships and 1727|have nothing more to say to the Argives." 1727|"'Nay,' said Penelope, "'you ask me to take an easier way than you 1727|showed to us, for such as I know how, and have already gone about 1727|my work. When Circe came as she was telling the people about the 1727|treasure, she had said that some day there would be a great banquet 1727|among the Phaeacians; Ulysses, therefore, and his men were the best 1727|men in her house. She sent her a hundred goats and a hundred 1727|lambs day by day, and the Phaeacians only allowed a little of 1727|this food to their own cattle, but gave to them the rest. The 1727|lambs came at every hour before Circe; they were not ajar 1727|by ere the sun dipped down to the sea, and ======================================== SAMPLE 25240 ======================================== 38520|And, in the moonlight's fleecy white, 38520|You will see them stand together, 38520|Each with a hand about my throat 38520|And a cheek upon my shoulder; 38520|Your eyes in their blue and gray, 38520|And the long, high-pitched bugle-call, 38520|With its echo up in the trees; 38520|And I'll speak a little speech, 38520|And your lips will close it to mine, 38520|As in the old-time days we said, 38520|When we were young and strong and free; 38520|It may be 't was "souls and truth," 38520|Saith the old poem of my name." 38520|Ah, the sound your song is sounding! 38520|Like the rustle of wings, 38520|Or the summer wind that rustles 38520|In the sunny flowers. 38520|Ah, the sweet and pleasant murmuring 38520|Of the woodland boughs! 38520|The birds of every note are singing 38520|Each to each. 38520|The babbling brook beneath our feet 38520|Sings to the merry glee, 38520|And the old tree where I have been 38520|Will not cease its mocking, 38520|But keep forever proud and busy 38520|In his old uniform of red and blue, 38520|With his white-knapskin hat and cloak, 38520|And breeches from the breezes frilled up, 38520|That hold him in its shade. 38520|Dear, dear, the summer is coming, 38520|And ever on the hill, 38520|When we hear the loon's jollier tune 38520|It comes to us so clear, 38520|That we feel ourselves in the mountain air 38520|And know there is no sky 38520|But the heaven where the loon sings on, 38520|And where the trout may soar. 38520|Come then, and let us, each other's air making, 38520|Ripple away in that mountain-summer time, 38520|And breathe the balm of our own woods, and in 38520|The sound of our own streams that cool us too. 38520|Come, to that hill-fed air of blue; 38520|And what you hear, what you feel is true; 38520|You would not believe the singing brook 38520|Would make such beauty in the heart: 38520|In the forest and the woodland there 38520|You would find beauty and the truth. 38520|For there the tree on which your love should come 38520|Shall ever hold more promise, sweeter, 38520|And the song of your dear bird shall be his 38520|In that mountain-summer time. 38520|It is a sacred time; 38520|When the old and loving heart 38520|Grows in its frailest branches anew, 38520|And its fruit will more than ripen; 38520|Eddied from birth with the love and the light 38520|Of a god-like soul, and eyes 38520|That in rapture have comprehended, 38520|And are there for all to see. 38520|O, that the world should be rich in sweet thoughts, 38520|The sun should be a golden mirror, 38520|And the rain be a golden curtain! 38520|The birds should all be winged, 38520|And all the waters should be bright 38520|With song, the song of their flight; 38520|The earth, a bride of sunshine, 38520|Crowned with her blooming hair, 38520|The joyous world of joy. 38520|O, that the night should be filled with stars, 38520|And rain and cloud its spell o'er the earth, 38520|And that the world should be full of love, 38520|And that the world should be full of joy. 38520|O, hie me to a deep cool glen, 38520|Where ferns and ferns among 38520|Make sweet the heart of the sky-lark 38520|Breeze her nest every morn, 38520|So that I may catch the song of her, 38520|And listen to her cry, 38520|"I love as I love thee; 38520|For even ======================================== SAMPLE 25250 ======================================== 845|For the love 845|Of each and all 845|To give me such 845|As now I find. 845|I'd leave the world if I could, 845|As the world must leave me! 845|I dare not speak alone, 845|For I fear the world's 845|To hear me speak, or hear; 845|For I have not the power 845|To save my soul against it. 845|But if I could, at last, 845|Give it up to pain, 845|Till it lay like that 845|Whose heart is buried deep, 845|And so be buried soon! 845|Ah, then, I would be free 845|From the power of speech! 845|'Twas a dear little girl, she had been his own-- 845|And I have laughed to hear him swear that he would die! 845|I have laughed to hear him swear that he would die! 845|I have stood by him as he held her loose and threw her 845|Upon the verdant hedges that seem to have been 845|Made for some bird's nest, and, in a moment, had fallen 845|Asleep on her head, in many a loving hour. 845|I have watched her go on her way with a smile, that seemed 845|Forgetting that she was his--and I wished the day 845|To come and kiss away the tears that I could see 845|That which she was leaving behind, as she paused here-- 845|Ah, who could leave! 845|So, too, I sighed with one long, sad farewell to life, 845|And went away. 845|And now I am alone! Life has so swiftly fled; 845|I've lived my life, and the world has done its worst! 845|Ah, then I know 845|That when I rise to go, 845|I shall be more sure to tell 845|Her all that I hold most dear. 845|The world is such a thing of its own will; 845|We have no power, we do not even dream of doing 845|A thing of love! 845|I never have been afraid of the world 845|Since I was young, and never was afraid yet. 845|But I say that I am ready to tell the rest. 845|I feel a strange, strange joy in the night-time to 845|Look on the silent town--a town that sleeps. 845|In the dark and silent streets, all in my mind, 845|I see the old houses, old faces, old ways; 845|The long, straight lines of the houses and the low, 845|White walls of the fields and the tall, white trees; 845|And the wayfarers, wandering with long, white hair, 845|Passing a little wayside gate, go by. 845|On the roadstead of some great castle gray, 845|In the still, silent night, two travellers pass; 845|And the sky is full of stars, that are drawn 845|By the moonlight and the leaves that are dim. 845|And I think, where the leaves are stilly white, 845|Some old man sits on a chair of stone, 845|With a little, little, red, and lovely face, 845|And his eyes are dark as the morn,--and the moon 845|Looks on at a lonely watch above. 845|I dreamt yesterday, 845|And I dreamed again to-night; 845|I dreamed that a little doll 845|Of amber and gold 845|Was lying, 845|On her bed of moss; 845|And I whispered to her, in accents grave and weak,-- 845|(It was not the first time I had whispered to her) 845|Of something wondrous, 845|Treated 845|Like a little child; 845|And she nodded, 845|And she smiled. 845|And the mist of a moment was blown away, and 845|She was in her bed. 845|And my voice dropped, as I thought of the little doll, 845|And of myself. 845|And I said to her, in whispers, for her comfort ======================================== SAMPLE 25260 ======================================== 36954|An' all that was sweet in life was taken away. 36954|'Twas a sad time for me--the last of my years, 36954|I went away from friends and new acquaintances, 36954|To seek for happiness in the country and woods, 36954|I thought of my lost ones in the country and woods, 36954|And the kind Virginian's mountains, as a home. 36954|But I found in the country and woods no home; 36954|I had gone to the woods to find the best, 36954|And here I am--an honest, happy beggar! 36954|I'm going, a state prisoner, to the Virginian fields, 36954|To die, if I'm damned, like a virgin in woods, 36954|As I used to do in the country and woods before! 36954|'Twas all a lie I told the old friend, 'twas all a lie; 36954|I'm going, and here I sit--an honest beggar. 36954|Tho' they give me their best treatment, their best, 36954|I feel bitter, as I'm ever flattered by you; 36954|There was always something there about the place, 36954|That made me the better when I've been wronged by you, 36954|There was always something else that I could see, 36954|That made my heart like a bright shining, shining sun. 36954|I cannot tell you what I felt when I found you 36954|As I sat by the fireside this evening; 36954|The warmth of the sun, that was all my delight 36954|When I was in Virginia before, a stranger. 36954|I thought of a life in the country and woods, 36954|In the great highlands of Virginia, 36954|Where I was a guest in the home of my fathers, 36954|And had a share in the family business; 36954|All I had of money, left entirely, 36954|In the hands of my father, "my boy," as I call him. 36954|He kept the house and he gave me his favor; 36954|When he came back, I found, when the spring came round; 36954|He paid me to keep an eye on the household, 36954|And to stay all night on my hand and knee; 36954|I looked in the mirror, and saw the fairness 36954|Of living in some rich, white, comfortable mansion. 36954|I felt like a slave, just as though I had been flogged, 36954|A slave I have always been, evermore, 36954|A slave and half-slave in Virginia is life, 36954|And no other man has to live with life. 36954|You see their lives are to build mansion, and then sink down 36954|To work on the soil, to work there, toil, and have no rest. 36954|Oh, the time, when one must go to the mill, 36954|To draw the wire, and then bring back 36954|The loom that was lost in the mill! 36954|Oh, the time when one must hoe, to gather wool, 36954|And then hoe and go to the mill, 36954|To find a job that would not earn wages, 36954|But serve some purpose at last. 36954|Oh, the time when one must run water to make potters; 36954|And then you must watch the potters at the mill 36954|As the mill went round for better clay, and better potters. 36954|The hour that must come at the breaking of day 36954|To hunt game and make a pile; when the wind must blow 36954|And the wind is rising, and it grows chilly outside, 36954|When the fox is on the hill and all the fowls are fled; 36954|When the pheasant's gone for a view and one must fly; 36954|If we had all the time that we need not ask 36954|What a fine job is a day's work, 36954|And work that's fair and useful and good, 36954|I'd be grateful to Almighty God, 36954|And pray that he love us, my boy! 36954|I often wish we had some one at home, 36954|To sit beside us and to talk; 36954|For 'twould mend the soul if one was near 36954|To look a man ======================================== SAMPLE 25270 ======================================== 3545|"In the name of God," quoth that learned Priest, 3545|And went his way. Thus, when our youth 3545|At last is seen--but how that turns our head 3545|What Heaven knows, may in another age 3545|Be plainer entered into--yet this plain 3545|Serve our convenience--to what part 3545|We place our trust in our critical ears, 3545|'Twill serve as judge of safety or of crime, 3545|As every age yields judgment true: 3545|To-day--for, to-day is all our own, 3545|Though oft the past, when all is now forgotten, 3545|Disclaims and puts off judgment till 'tis new. 3545|'Tis time too soon to put pen to script, 3545|To scribble nonsense down, or words to write; 3545|Now may our youthful fancies fall apace, 3545|As long as we, like the first, 3545|Still are of learning and of wit; 3545|But, ah! too soon they learn the lesson plain, 3545|The time will come when we no more shall use 3545|The good old style till then taught by the dead. 3545|Fame, so our virtue and our folly may, 3545|Prove just as much our loss as strength of limb; 3545|But, ah! we shall then grow weak and shrink from wits. 3545|But if, at last, we, like the sons of old, 3545|Are to the age that we were born 3545|Of wits to whom every thing is known, 3545|And to whom 'tis ever known; 3545|For, in our turn, let it suffice the more, 3545|We yet may gain by being lost by to-day. 3545|But who is he, that with long train 3545|Inspects the state of every knight; 3545|And, though well-pleas'd, would bear it all 3545|With patience through all ages; 3545|Whose soul without strife would bear it, too, 3545|If it were worth pursuing, 3545|Like the unruffled water, 3545|As the sea's level, 3545|Or the wind's blowing; 3545|As the sun's beams on the plain 3545|May o'ertake our rays; 3545|As a long-drawn shower, 3545|In some woodland nook; 3545|As a sweet morning's morn 3545|In a dreary night: 3545|Whose head, as water clear, 3545|Must not be inclined, 3545|With all its headlong rush 3545|Till brought to drink again, 3545|And made ready for the world, 3545|It still seems possible 3545|That he shall be 3545|Took from us, 3545|This gentle guest, to thee, 3545|Whose soul would be with us, 3545|And on our part, and in our breast, 3545|May soothe the years that weep. 3545|"Ah! why that gloomy thought 3545|Which seeks the lonely tower, 3545|And mounts at midnight, to behold 3545|Where I may live for ever-- 3545|Oh, my loved home! whence joy is lighted up 3545|Ethereal light in the brow 3545|A man must not pass by while the soul is born; 3545|But, if a man can see life as a dream that flies, 3545|He flies before its hopes, and takes an early flight." 3545|"If I could but live to be a thousand miles old, 3545|I might repose in this same tower which I have still, 3545|For there I would lie as a sleeping man may lie, 3545|Nor be waked till the evening hour." 3545|"What! was my birth-day nigh? 3545|Nay, could the gods but stay life's fleeting hours; 3545|Then, from their joys of earth, 3545|Bids my soul my father come on high 3545|And lift me from the dust of mankind, 3545|And lay me in the hallowed hearth? 3545|Then might I pause and rest, 3545|A moment, and look on thee; 3545|And, ======================================== SAMPLE 25280 ======================================== I, who in the deeps of thought 1165|In this small room with thee would live and die, 1165|And be a moment with thee! 1165|When thou wert gone from me, I gave myself to a 1165|flerking-hedge, to stand 1165|As still a child as ever strayed from its mother's 1165|hand. 1165|And I made myself a child's cap, and a child's 1165|boots, and a child's shawl, 1165|And I wore myself a child's gown, and 1165|a child's coat of hair. 1165|For in a little while, as here I stand, I would 1165|take all these things to thee; 1165|Thou wouldst not, couldst not have them. I would not -- 1165|Not take them, would I? -- but have them all. 1165|It was the noon of Saturday. All the bells of 1165|St. Cecilia's were rung -- 1165|Rigalesius, the abbot, with his monks and 1165|his friars. 1165|The monks and friars came to King's Comnen- 1165|ble day. 1165|King's Comnen-ble day was a joyful day because it 1165|was the day when we were born. 1165|We sat in the comnen-ble side 1165|Of St. Cecilia's, and he who lay 1165|Underneath a psalter of white lilies, 1165|Wore a vest of lily-white. 1165|The monk of Saint Patrick's was the king. And the 1165|monks were girt about his shoulders with his own girt, 1165|Lifting his own. 1165|King's Comnen-ble day. A little white 1165|Vest lay by the king's side; and he bore 1165|A child under lily-white lilies. 1165|A child, a white child! 1165|But it was not his own. There was a little 1165|White boy beside the king, and the little 1165|White boy beneath the king was lying. 1165|The king was grieved, and the monk was glad, 1165|And the child under lily-white lilies was 1165|A little white boy. 1165|It was a little boy who sat in the corner 1165|Behind the comnen-ble wall 1165|At its open portal, and smiled at the 1165|father. 1165|And the father said: "I could not have it, if my 1165|son were alive and come here: there is 1165|No monk here excepting little boys under 1165|the lily-white wall." 1165|And in that last hour of solemn death and birth 1165|The child was taken away. And the mother 1165|Was glad, and said that from the day which 1165|Was fifty years ago -- since his birth -- 1165|A child was born in this same corner of the 1165|Garden, now white without his father. And 1165|The children sat and strewed the white leaves 1165|Over his grave, as though they had shed them 1165|For an innocent night's sleep. 1165|King's Comnen-ble day. In the night 1165|The child lay dying, and the father watched 1165|Until the light. And sometimes, when the 1165|Monks said their mass, a little boy was 1165|Left over at the comnen-ble door. 1165|The father called from the corner, "Father, 1165|Take this white child to the monk's cell, and 1165|Let him nurse him there; not he, the living, 1165|Who cried for Jesus in his sorrow. 1165|And they who were at that child's birth are 1165|Living; and they must see him at Heav- 1165|Nirvana, if he waken there to no 1165|Incense of incense, this one of those 1165|White lilies, white as he was born. 1165|"O Father, I have not kept my word; 1165|I have let my son sleep here that I 1165|May pray for another, and it ======================================== SAMPLE 25290 ======================================== 4253|When the sea-waves beat 4253|The masts, and the parson's feet 4253|Pelt over board, 4253|What is our life, that is our future 4253|The world is ours to-night, 4253|As I lay in my bed 4253|And watched from the roof 4253|The water gurgle 4253|And leap in eddies, 4253|To the lee-ward, and the wind 4253|Blows boisterous out of the trees 4253|As I lie 4253|On the deck of the _Hesperus_ 4253|And watch the wild swans 4253|Swimming in a ring from the land. 4253|The night is late, and the wind, 4253|That strikes about my face 4253|As I rise on the berth railing, 4253|Comes shivering to my brain 4253|And tells me I am dead. 4253|And I, that am grown blind, 4253|And the house-maids, that are not men, 4253|Grow angry with me 4253|Because I cannot see 4253|How they turn from me the light, 4253|How they catch at the stars 4253|And follow to find me the flame, 4253|And how the light 4253|Is less intense than the flame 4253|In a world that is old. 4253|And ever, as the day goes by, 4253|I learn that night is true; 4253|They come, and then the night is born, 4253|And then the night is gone: 4253|And, when I learn that night is dead, 4253|I dream of the day, 4253|Of the day at which I died. 4253|I am sick at heart; but if you will 4253|Sit down and write words of my to-day-- 4253|Of my soul without words, my joy without 4253|End, past, or pastime, and last, a note 4253|To my sweet maid, my love, my girlhood's queen-- 4253|I will laugh, I will leap, I will fling 4253|My hands in the air and sing. 4253|Though the people that I loved and missed 4253|Are gone, they are not gone for ever; 4253|They live in memory and are seen 4253|When the heart is heavy with the dead, 4253|Or that of others who are near. 4253|But the soul is dark if this be so; 4253|And the light is brightest where the gloom 4253|Grows when the heart is sick and old, 4253|And the blood of the heart grows dry. 4253|I can think of her, a day at strife, 4253|With the eyes that loved us, which may be 4253|As blue as the Heavens with eyes of flame, 4253|With the voice that loved us, which may be 4253|As glad as the seas with voice like air, 4253|With the heart that loved us, which may be 4253|As heavy as the breasts of Pain. 4253|Oh, say, can there be such thing as grief 4253|When the heart is old and the life is new? 4253|For the heart is old and the heart is new-- 4253|There, there, in the great old dark alone 4253|There is nothing new to say. 4253|Oh, could I die in that dark old age, 4253|No more alive to touch the earth or tree, 4253|Nor to blow red roses on the wind, 4253|Nor to sing, "When life is strange to me" 4253|To the soul that has grown cold and dark. 4253|If there should come from the far-off years 4253|And say, "There is no question but we knew, 4253|And a thousand years are wasted here 4253|Because the soul was new," 4253|Then I should answer, "Yes indeed: we knew, 4253|We knew and waited, and we knew and waited on her; 4253|She was the rose--we were the roses, too"; 4253|But if she should turn to another place, 4253|Holding her hand (my love is there), 4253|And say, "My friend, my love, tell me true: 4253 ======================================== SAMPLE 25300 ======================================== 1322|But now I'm in the grave. 1322|All day I've been here thinking of my wife-- 1322|A woman of the valley, 1322|Who left the field, for lack of hat and coat, 1322|At the time of the muster; 1322|And a poor girl, just out of school, 1322|Who has a little blue-wing'd bird; 1322|My wife's little blue-wing'd bird. 1322|With feathers red and gold, 1322|And a red-black beak, 1322|For her dinner, if you can please her, the gooseberry. 1322|And when night comes, all about the house, 1322|With the cocks and hens at rest, 1322|And the parakeets and the katyas also, 1322|Will you, my dear little daughter, 1322|At the hour of midnight, 1322|When the little grey owl, to warn her, from the woody slope, 1322|Has gone round and gone round, 1322|The parakeets will go to bed too; 1322|It is good for you to be gone. 1322|You'll leave your children, I know, 1322|The fields and woods and meadows on your knees to pick, 1322|And you will be alone and I've not to seek, 1322|When you are gone, 1322|To cry to your mother from the fields where she went through, 1322|With the hens and the turkeys cooing near the barn door, 1322|And the parakeet's cackling from the neighboring farm, 1322|'Bove the parakeet's and the hen-bird's call 1322|What are you doing? 1322|I'm making a nest. 1322|I'm making my nest. 1322|I will follow you. 1322|You'll leave your children. 1322|A man is nothing more. 1322|What do you want? 1322|A woman. 1322|Yes, we must be happy together, I am sure of it, 1322|You must be happy with me also, and I know that soon you 1322|Will be happy with me also as you are the first wife. 1322|And why can you not be happy yourself? why do you want to 1322|I would like the wife that I have married to be happy. 1322|I am happy and I'm glad, or else I would not be here. 1322|I have longed to leave you through my absence and through the 1322|absence of the good old old father. 1322|Who else could I be but you and she who has left me all alone? 1322|And the old man died this year out of the year, is dead; 1322|Dead long ago in a grave by the river. 1322|I do not suppose that I'm angry about what the Old Man said to me, 1322|I did not think it possible that we should miss all 1322|the years of love at such a time as this. 1322|O God of the living, let me live now, live with her still, 1322|Let me live in the heart of my wife and be free and complete. 1322|I feel sure that if I go away, it is because someone will ask me 1322|to leave off being my own wife, and make me a woman living with 1322|a man. 1322|The old town street, the great gray houses of the city, 1322|The great gray city with the little gray church, and the 1322|fair young children, with their curious looks and the old strong 1322|women, they wonder whether I am one of those beautiful, 1322|unwedded men who live for a day and are gone for ever. 1322|I would wish the best of luck to all things, not just to you and me, 1322|I think we all, all, are in the same boat. 1322|Is it possible, I say, that we, whom all have called the 1322|old happy men, are living happy lives out in the city? 1322|I have been here a year and a half, you and I and my son, 1322|a young woman who knows nothing, is so much in the routine of 1322|her daily life that it seems no more a world than a home, 1322|having settled there, it ======================================== SAMPLE 25310 ======================================== A man that has made him lord of all that is 35779|And over others--and who would be a guest at most of 35779|the rest. 35779|The man that is contented and happy all at once with his 35779|own content, I hold, is the best. 35779|Who thinks he should be most happy, is happiest in his own 35779|heart. 35779|And he makes the best of what lies hid and dark and low 35779|before. 35779|The man who has a little trouble in being content, is a 35779|poor man's master. 35779|A poor man's master is a poor man's slave--and that 35779|is the way I have found it. 35779|He is content, and he has much trouble, but he is a man 35779|and he thinks he is loved. 35779|I love the man for whom I made me master--the king 35779|man, or the man that has given him a place among the gods 35779|or a place among the men, the man who had it in his heart 35779|To be my master. I would not change it for any one's 35779|fortune. 35779|What though his name be faded, for his spirit lives again, 35779|and his eyes grow bright as ever-- 35779|His eyes. 35779|And when his head falls over, and when he is silent he smiles 35779|and knows. 35779|I have loved him very dearly, and many thousand times for how long 35779|shall I tell the story? 35779|And I have loved him very well, and yet his life was very hard, 35779|and I have wrought him ill, and at the end he has broken all my 35779|breakings with his first kiss on man. 35779|I know not what my name was--and yet what any man's. 35779|What was my name? 35779|And yet I thought for your sake the name of all my life, and now 35779|I cannot tell how many men, and God knows how many women, 35779|have loved me, and been in my keeping. 35779|The only thing I know is that I loved him--most dearly of 35779|men. 35779|I have loved him very truly in every way. I loved him--knowing 35779|what I know now--with the heart I knew in the past. 35779|My life was the best of ever lived when the word of man came 35779|in; in truth, I loved him, being all the while my lord and my master, 35779|yet now he is gone and gone, and I am lost. 35779|I will take the fruit of thy heart, and I will plant it in my 35779|heart; and the sweet fruit will be greater than the tender 35779|thorn, and the blossom shall be richer than the rose. 35779|I have loved you well, friend, but now I must stand alone--there 35779|are those who love me as I do who love the rose. 35779|You have given me what I have asked of you. I have loved you 35779|well, but now I must stand alone and say, "What am I to 35779|give you to know that you love me as I do who love the rose?" 35779|Well, the more's the pity, dear. 35779|And yet that is all well, and my words are all that can make you 35779|what you are to me and my father, and what I have loved you 35779|and made the sweet fruit your father knows. 35779|How can I tell you that your life goes out to me, what I must 35779|say to you? 35779|The heart in me is glad, my dear, and I love you with the 35779|kindest love. 35779|And if for ever should my heart grow sick of your love and 35779|your love of me, if ever did it bring me to think any 35779|things but of the love that is yours, as is the rose, and 35779|the blossom that is thine, and the blossom of the rose; 35779|my heart would be glad for ever! 35779|I know this heart of yours is happy and proud, and I too 35779|am proud, and proud with you. 35779|And it is true that, all men to their heart's content ======================================== SAMPLE 25320 ======================================== 15390|I have no more to say,--no less to say. 15390|The day, the season, and the season were short; 15390|My heart was heavy, but its griefs were brief. 15390|The dews of sorrow drooped my troubled eyes, 15390|But brought sweet hope, and courage from above. 15390|But on a time, when yet poor John had not, 15390|Ere Monday came, a share of joy in life, 15390|Nor heard from home the sound of footsteps near, 15390|He saw the sun, and at its rising smiled. 15390|The morning light, the gentle breezes soft, 15390|Brought to his thoughts a sweet emotion; he 15390|Saw the far landscape, and the birds of speech, 15390|And, listening to their songs, his fancy danced 15390|About the happy haunts, where his race might be. 15390|He had lost a part of life,--was passing through,-- 15390|And yet it seemed a blessing, and a joy, 15390|When, on the morn, a roving cockspeaker came, 15390|And called, "John's come from church, and d' ye want a ride?" 15390|"Nay, I'm not come," said John, "I'm going far, 15390|Far, far away, by land and ocean wide." 15390|His lips moved timidly, but bent his head, 15390|And, while his eye beheld the downcast sky, 15390|He felt again your kiss,--the thought of you 15390|Wafted home to every grateful pulse that stirred. 15390|He felt again your kiss, but made it stay, 15390|By thinking now of you, and all, forever, 15390|And said, "Your son's an admiral, I'll come again, 15390|And I'll come again," and passed with eager pace. 15390|He took you by the hand, and led you home, 15390|And left you, smiling, on the threshold-stone 15390|Where you shall rest, oh! nevermore to part! 15390|O day of hope! O glad Messiah's morn! 15390|O earth, adored and cherished! on you I lay 15390|My mortal body, and with joyful pride, 15390|In a white linen-towe, and a single crook, 15390|I bore you, with my heart's blood, in triumph home. 15390|But there's a day for every change on the way! 15390|O people and nations! O my Redeemer! 15390|We make the best of things,--I have seen you wrong, 15390|The whole wide world of its deserts can hide;-- 15390|Enough, since we have only to wait for you, 15390|And you must wait for us, yea, wait for me! 15390|On a great and glorious day, I say and sing 15390|The victory of Christ! 15390|The clouds are broken, 15390|And the sun in his glory 15390|Burns out a match for 15390|Light from the skies! 15390|Let us light the world 15390|With our living 15390|Keen appreciation. 15390|The wind blows over 15390|The mountains, 15390|And the woodlands 15390|With musical sound. 15390|Heavily the wind 15390|Walks the hills. 15390|He sings a song, 15390|But he never can 15390|Give him breath again. 15390|"I have found," says he, 15390|"That the things that I find 15390|Are all right, 15390|For at last, 15390|After many days, 15390|Believe me, 15390|I shall find 15390|What the children say. 15390|"I am not mad 15390|With the world's perplexing glee 15390|That makes me so mad,-- 15390|I am learning 15390|That there is more, 15390|That there is something better." 15390|The breeze was on the sea 15390|And the land lay green and brown, 15390|Like a bride's fair hand at her lover's breast,-- 15390|When she came, the wind blew low 15390|And scattered all abroad ======================================== SAMPLE 25330 ======================================== 1279|The land will be at ease. 1279|I wish'd for better days-- 1279|Tho' fate for me had wone, 1279|I ne'er could say to frien' 1279|That I did not share 1279|The joys that I did taste. 1279|I wish'd that my life might be 1279|A thing in praise of sair, 1279|A tree by the mill-wall standing, 1279|That to town were cleared; 1279|An honest man the while, 1279|And the country good, 1279|That no lubber but auld friends 1279|Might turn on me a snarl, 1279|For want of such a name 1279|To beat it wi' mischance. 1279|I wish'd but _fica_, 1279|Nor even a _bok_, 1279|In the world to remain, 1279|That I might a thousandfold 1279|In debt to a kye. 1279|I wish'd that I might die 1279|Ere I began to think, 1279|Or frien' a kye's hand 1279|To wound my heart in twa; 1279|That never a lubber might 1279|Owre me that wrong. 1279|I vow I was in pain, 1279|Though na what it cost; 1279|But I was in an ugly bog, 1279|And in want and wi'; 1279|I wish'd a footie lo'ed a horse, 1279|And in a boggy case; 1279|I wish'd the pithy bairn, 1279|Of a bairn should bear me alang; 1279|For I was in want and wi'; 1279|And the country good, 1279|That no lubber but auld friends 1279|Might turn on me a snarl, 1279|For want of such a name 1279|To beat it wi' mischance. 1279|I wish'd that a horse should be 1279|A name, a symbol strong. 1279|To turn a mess-tent to fame, 1279|Or my young lad to win: 1279|I wish'd if I chanc'd to speak, 1279|That I should mak a fuss; 1279|For in living to strive on, 1279|For love to live on, 1279|I wish'd if a thing should come to pass, 1279|As I wish'd it to be. 1279|I wish'd it were na the tither wind, 1279|Or the deil take sae for thee! 1279|I wish'd it were the clatter o' thraws, 1279|Or the sound o' swords a-pin! 1279|I wish'd it were the roar o' drum, 1279|Or the heave o' the heead! 1279|I never wish'd a thing like that, 1279|I never yet saw near ye; 1279|And I now can see't, though but in dreams, 1279|Nae luck I've got, ae day. 1279|The lads frae out Kilmarnock Town 1279|Are to the front for battle, 1279|The waefu' millers are driving on, 1279|The whidsomes and the kye; 1279|But we, on our Lenkin-wheelen, 1279|Ne'er turn'd for battle, 1279|But were here to fight, and here to row, 1279|On the Lennox mountain! 1279|O we hae been to the height o' Lenkin-Wheelen, 1279|Yestreen and this the third time; 1279|The whiles the whaler cam' by for report, 1279|And the miller moan'd and moan'd, 1279|But we were bairnly and braw an' genty too, 1279|With ae blade in the sheath: 1279|O we were Lenkins on Lenkins-cleaning! 1279|But we were young an' young 1279|This Malsis hour, 1279|When the hills an' the glens wi' silver flush'd, 1279|And the rashes an' the shine were clear'd: 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 25340 ======================================== 30332|But that same voice which was so sweet and so rare 30332|Now grew not music to her ears at all; 30332|For on a sudden now the sea-girt town 30332|Rang with the sound, that touched her very heart 30332|As with a terrible summons, and she knew 30332|That she must meet such evil when she went 30332|Through that wild place. 30332|Thus all night long in that wild place she went, 30332|And while her troubled thoughts did oft lament 30332|The ill-timed ill-luck in all those men slain, 30332|No ill-luck knew she to give him blame, 30332|And yet, alas! that evil which he knew 30332|Was sorrow still, and not a joyous pain. 30332|And when the noon began to set in course 30332|Across the dusty fields, on top of his hill 30332|The sun again his upward course did turn, 30332|And yet again and again, even while below 30332|She saw the land-winds gushing through the corn, 30332|She said, "Ah, would it were death, indeed, this night!" 30332|Then rising to her chamber as she lay, 30332|She rose and caught the sunbeam as it passed, 30332|And gazed up at it, and on her face did use 30332|The look of one who saw the awful thing, 30332|And said, "Why, 'twas as if 'twere very God 30332|Had smitten earth with fire!" 30332|But in her heart she wistfully did muse 30332|Upon the tale, while all night long it chanced 30332|Her brain grew faint and strange that something she saw 30332|All through her brain, and when the sudden light 30332|Of day, and light of summer in the west, 30332|And when the tale of the man's madness o'er, 30332|And of the night of all the wrong that took 30332|The life of that sweet woman, had departed, 30332|Then still the thought of that strange woman did 30332|Come to her brain, and she, a thousand ways, 30332|Ranged her wild thoughts about it, and they thought 30332|The night was far, and they must not be told, 30332|But that the night should stay for her and hide 30332|The truth of what had happened from all eyes. 30332|Therefore in thoughts of that strange woman they 30332|Woke their mad minds with that strange woman's name, 30332|And still she dwelt with them, with them, to be 30332|A phantom of regret, a sorrow-bearer; 30332|Till at the last her death made all the men 30332|Feared the old days, and sought the ways of Heaven, 30332|And many a night she prayed that men might live. 30332|At last he told her that he would not ask 30332|For one bread-blessed stone, nor one broken crown, 30332|And yet in this she found out her worst 30332|And made her live with him, and did abjure 30332|The love she loved. And when the day had come, 30332|He had gone forth upon his far-off quest, 30332|And all the summer morn in bitter mood 30332|Had watched the sun sink out between the stars. 30332|But now he came home, and at the last she saw 30332|That it was not her life that she had lost, 30332|But his; and thus the tale began to run, 30332|That ever to the end of all her days 30332|She had been worse than nothing. She thought oft 30332|It was not grief in her that she should know 30332|That life is but a thing she has not won 30332|Without some loss, and once lost she is 30332|As dead, and that her blood is the first blood, 30332|Some first to shed a blood-drop on the ground; 30332|But no, this grief stood in a heavy cloud 30332|Over her, and when at last she was brought 30332|To the close of the tale in which she lay 30332|Of that terrible woman's days yet to come-- 30332|Naked though 'twas in her face and frame and soul-- 30332|She still was sad. 30332 ======================================== SAMPLE 25350 ======================================== 27333|And in the garden, where the red and brown 27333|Bloom of the summer day is sweet and light, 27333|Where all the birds have nest and quire amain, 27333|Where the cuckoo calls and morning virelay, 27333|And in the distance the red deer roam, 27333|Where white thistles dream in the moonlight dim, 27333|And in the distance the wild bee's horn is set,-- 27333|Ah! who can say if all this beauty lies 27333|In the old garden near the royal Park, 27333|Or if old Iseult leads those gardens still 27333|With moon and night and sun together! 27333|The roses that o'erspread the marble floor 27333|Gleamed white as snow-drifts on some winter night, 27333|Or like two eyes of amber. Did you see 27333|The light played on them? Oh, how light and cool 27333|They seemed in that dim room in the spring! 27333|The violet that lit the rose's breast, 27333|The lilies in the vireo's eye, 27333|The daffodil that in the marble mould 27333|Lay sleeping with its dreamy bloom, 27333|Could only dream of light and shade, 27333|And life, too, with its dreams of death; 27333|But you are but a shadow-painted thing, 27333|A phantom--a ghost whose form there beamed 27333|But one white, snowy glance of radiant power, 27333|And all my life changed. Oh, what a thrill 27333|'Twas to lie here in the moonlight, gay 27333|With music and with hope, with laughter high, 27333|And watch, in the glimmer of the stars anear, 27333|Your shadow flit across the room! 27333|And you have come, old love! so long delayed; 27333|A smile that made me lean, a glance that stirred 27333|Like passion's airy spell; that made me long 27333|And long to lift my hands to you, to find 27333|Thought's in your heart, and mine, as mine to yours. 27333|Ah me! how much I miss your eager eyes, 27333|And your soft words of comfort when he cried! 27333|And those long, fond kisses in the dark! 27333|And those soft words of trust, and--why not _this_? 27333|And--how they stir my heart and thrill my soul, 27333|And set my pulses clanging to a tune-- 27333|Just as they used to do when you were by! 27333|Ah, yes! my heart has grown quite proud and wild 27333|And proud to lie, a queen in velvet gown, 27333|Beneath the shadow of your dimpled hand, 27333|And show to you the ripples at my cheek; 27333|To be your vassal,--wearied lover,-- 27333|With you alone above my passion's flame; 27333|With you so near with you to warm my heart, 27333|And teach my soul to find itself at rest! 27333|Your heart of love! Oh, I have loved you well! 27333|Forget me not in the sweet, silent grave, 27333|And all the love-lorn joys,--the longing years,-- 27333|The love that seemed, and never can be named! 27333|What though I wear no lace about my breast, 27333|The gold-laced corset I have always shorn, 27333|Or wear the blue-vein tuck-a-way shawl 27333|In the far garden of the Indian Lake; 27333|The flowers and blossoms,--but, ah, no more! 27333|They are not the old, sweet, loving things! 27333|The heart's desire, the passionate, wild fire 27333|In my young soul of passion now impure! 27333|Love that is all in all--that love of mine 27333|Has grown to hate me, and is dying to see 27333|An end to the long, sad, lonely vigil 27333|That I must keep unto the light of day! 27333|O, had you loved me in my perfect form 27333|Before you cast the clay again in mould; 27333|Or, from the lonely ======================================== SAMPLE 25360 ======================================== 2670|And my cheeks, 2670|They're made of it! 2670|When I walk or travel, 2670|Or at the "cafe" or the "bar," 2670|If one friend come to see me, 2670|Then another comes! 2670|But the third will never 2670|Come to-night-time- 2670|Yet I know I'll know him-- 2670|When I come at all! 2670|"Good-evening." Time's pulse of crimson light 2670|Beamed with a sudden, silver moon on hill, 2670|And through the golden window of the star 2670|Shone an ethereal face, serene and fair. 2670|"Good-evening," answered No, with quick, fierce breath. 2670|O'er the calm, wide-flung doors of the great shop 2670|Shone the queenly face of Autumn. She had crossed 2670|The doorway with her golden key and key 2670|of air-stirred gold. 2670|For an instant, 2670|She gazed down at the world through closed glasses, 2670|Or went to meet a passer-by, and he, 2670|Standing in the street so high and dry, 2670|Hinting at her beauty with low voice, 2670|Lifted his hands, and she was gone. 2670|For one moment 2670|The little house held her in its golden arms, 2670|While the stars and the moon held the world in trance, 2670|Musing on the day's great change of glory. 2670|"Won't you come down? Won't you come down? 2670|To where the wind goes, and only the wind, 2670|And never another eye can see, 2670|Nor another hand, nor another heart? 2670|Yes, I have said that I like you best. 2670|For you I'll find good cheer, and nothing can vex 2670|That happy heart in the night and in the day. 2670|I love you because it is you that I love." 2670|The house was very deep, 2670|While little Autumn came 2670|To meet her soul's great friend 2670|Like a true-love-spirit. 2670|Out of the house she stole, 2670|As one that would be woe-delighted; 2670|The house was very dark, 2670|And her eyes were dull and strange. 2670|She sat down on the hearth, 2670|Beside the chimney-fire; 2670|For it is the house for the red 2670|Flames that burn through and through 2670|Of the fire-summits cold and dim. 2670|She closed her soft cheek to 2670|The flame's kiss that stung to see; 2670|And the fire in her breast soared up 2670|Like a raven that spreads its wing 2670|And drops in the dark the crimson beak, 2670|And in the night the hunter sees. 2670|Then she took up, and shook out 2670|The candle in her hand; 2670|And there, in the dark, she laid 2670|The gift the red flame gave. 2670|And thus, at last 2670|To the great door, when the night wind is hushed, 2670|Stood she, while the flame was dying, 2670|While the house was still so strangely red; 2670|And she held up the candle, 2670|For she was a true lover 2670|She held up the candle, and then she cried, 2670|"Oh, death, my life! 2670|Oh, death, my life! 2670|To meet you again--but not again." 2670|A tear came to her eye 2670|As she looked down over her shoulder; 2670|And the fire burned out her face, 2670|And she sank, and was cold, 2670|And the fire in the mantel burned dim; 2670|And the great window, wide and bare 2670|Till the candle burned from the mantel-rug, 2670|Was darkened and filled with smoke; 2670|"I will go with You!" 2670|She cried, "I love You!" 2670|She turned in bed--"I love You, ======================================== SAMPLE 25370 ======================================== 2383|And on my head the crown of myris 2383|And on my lips the wether bitter: 2383|To which I went; and full well I wis 2383|It is all vndissended that I go. 2383|With that I called my hounds and my fere, 2383|And I told my lady all to hear. 2383|And to the chasking forth I speide 2383|In fere and hound and in her borne. 2383|And what had ferlie and what had guile, 2383|I told her with me charmer wise 2383|By my lady and my Lady May, 2383|And she was full fain to wite what schewed; 2383|I gat her to her bed and she lay 2383|With her hair on one shoulder, and his hond 2383|Upon her knee; and that I seyden, 2383|Of every thing that had guile the lady, 2383|Gan she no grace; and, grete amisse! 2383|It was the kingly lord and lady 2383|Of the May that so moche been in fere. 2383|And in her hond was a borrach rod, 2383|And many a yardes rod and rod and shaft. 2383|And there in her chamber in a while 2383|Was a sheaf of gold in her chamber fair. 2383|And all her might was at this time bent 2383|Til it was a middling man and maid. 2383|And she was clad in goud a coat, 2383|She went to rest the hound's mouth in; 2383|But the handmaid slept in the ward. 2383|There they dweled, the lord and lady. 2383|The day maist wilt thou take it ill, 2383|The day maist wilt thou take it ill? 2383|Thy feete shalbe so nought nor cloth, 2383|That thiltene limb of thine honour; 2383|To thee I telle thee, to thee I tell; 2383|Or ellis that day thou shalt be lorne 2383|For that thou wast for this in gret distress. 2383|She lay, and the rod in her hond 2383|Was to the right hand, and she to the left; 2383|And a right goodly man and woman 2383|Was never at onen faire: 2383|For with a rod her body hele, 2383|Her heart it was was as gold. 2383|And the king had sente his son to wedde, 2383|That was of noble and of erelytes race: 2383|Of rybawhter caste and of earlly age, 2383|With a lief man that were no knyght: 2383|A knyght was this John the king, 2383|As me for to be a knight. 2383|And John was wys and a wenyth warrenly, 2383|As me for to be a king. 2383|And there he taried three dayes and three, 2383|And the wylde Lord was the King of the Romans, 2383|Til John wist that he hade a woman, 2383|With a lief man that were no knyght: 2383|Than with his men he tarried thre. 2383|Then he began to be gentyll, 2383|To the chamber, and with his grete hond 2383|He gan him telle anon his barm; 2383|And he sayde, I woot noght what was it, 2383|If that ye listen for to be his knight. 2383|For ye wot that it is now the nyght 2383|That I him falle schape of this thing: 2383|For natheles I was of no fere; 2383|But whan I knew I was out of this place, 2383|Withoute more wordes I made no good, 2383|Ffor the yifte was this, of him that was wyn. 2383|And I was wel and wys and a wenyth warren, 2383|As was al the world to me for to hiere; 2383|But I gan to take an her ======================================== SAMPLE 25380 ======================================== 2732|That I may go home, sirs, and not miss you 2732|My true love I have known so long! 2732|(The house is silent for a moment--there's not enough room 2732|within to make out a word.) 2732|"Will you forgive me, sirs? Why, yes, I do! 2732|And you may trust to talk like ladies. 2732|This is my goodship--it's my name, it's a pretty rhyme, 2732|And you may trust to let me pass in the door! 2732|But you can stand still while I repeat it. 2732|This is my goodship, this is my name, this is a pretty rhyme; 2732|To pass in the door is pass to pass; 2732|But still I can stand still awhile! 2732|This is my goodship, this is a name, this is a pretty rhyme; 2732|And as when I go in the door 2732|I can stand still while you speak!" 2732|The king went home with his crown and sceptre, 2732|The queen came home with flowers. 2732|(The flower that decketh monarchs' heads is Queen's-hair, 2732|That crowneth queens' hearts.) 2732|"Dear Lady, I ask no flowers. 2732|No flowers! not a flower." 2732|The queen went home with her crown and sceptre, 2732|The king went home with his crown and sceptre. 2732|The queen was a woman, 2732|The king was a man-- 2732|(So standeth to truth, Love, Love hath power! 2732|So standeth to him that loveth and loveth.) 2732|A woman's lover 2732|Is his own heart's man; 2732|He must love her as his own soul's man, 2732|And that is a fool's way to love. 2732|There, I shall live in Rome. (There, I shall be 2732|A lady with a man's fond kiss. 2732|And you shall see my face again.) 2732|Love, you have no claim upon me. 2732|You have taken my lady's place, 2732|And made me what I made you then, 2732|And you are the father of the present 2732|And he the boy that is your own. 2732|(My boy, and have the honour to be 2732|Your truant guest this summer.) 2732|I gave you my hand before, 2732|And love gave you my heart, 2732|And the night is long since come at last 2732|For one of me at the door. 2732|There's a woman here that's loved of mine," etc. 2732|They will come in a crowd 2732|When night is at hand, 2732|But the lady in red 2732|Will stay at the door. 2732|When the summer has fled, 2732|And the summer is past; 2732|But the lady in red 2732|Will still be at the door. 2732|A lady, and a fair one, 2732|A lady that's fond of me. 2732|There's hope for both of us, I know. 2732|But you have the right to the land, 2732|And you have the duty to love it. 2732|My daughter I've bought a pet 2732|That shall run after my feet, 2732|And she's got a tongue that will bark 2732|And a cheek that is red as red. 2732|Then I will turn my eyes 2732|From the ladies of Spain-- 2732|My daughter I've bought a pet 2732|That shall run after my feet, 2732|And she's got a tongue that will bark 2732|And a cheek that is red as red. 2732|It's a little house, and a bonne' 2732|For one man and twenty men; 2732|And it's all by cold Mortimer: 2732|And the chimneys of Mortimer! 2732|And they're piled on high 2732|Like mountains, for one man and twenty men: 2732|The chimneys of Mortimer! 2732|And they're piled on high 2732|Like mountains for one man and twenty men: 2732|The chimneys of Mort ======================================== SAMPLE 25390 ======================================== 36149|Like the sea when it shakes and scuds on its quest 36149|For the land of its journey. 36149|You are a child of the sea, 36149|You are the ocean-child, 36149|A sea-bird, a wild sea-bird. 36149|A little child of the sea, 36149|A little child of the sea, 36149|You are alone in your song. 36149|And I am an ocean-child. 36149|But you lie in the sand and I know your heart still 36149|Is still as ever at rest. 36149|For a little child of the sea, 36149|A little child of the sea, 36149|You are alone in your song. 36149|You are not the sea-child of the sea. 36149|And there is no song for you. 36149|And I am only a little sea-child 36149|Of the sea, only a little sea-child, 36149|An unknown child of the sea. 36149|For he lives in a land. 36149|The sea is sleeping. And 36149|He comes and goes. 36149|He lifts the sails of all the ships together 36149|And takes the clouds by the nose. 36149|He throws the waters of all the ships 36149|And they are lost again 36149|In the endless chase 36149|For the golden day 36149|In the vast seagirt. 36149|And I have gone with him and I wait at the last 36149|And I shall go with him when he comes again 36149|As I waited for him with tears. 36149|And I shall stand on the deck and I shall lean to the beach, 36149|And I shall look at the sea-- 36149|I shall look at the sea and the gray gray salt, 36149|And the sun. 36149|They are not for the children, 36149|These heavy clouds and the heavy sea, 36149|For boys and girls that never can pilot 36149|The swift clouds across the sky. 36149|For they have to go 36149|In the darkness and the cold. 36149|They have to go-- 36149|Oh, bitter in the morning-- 36149|Across the gray sky's edge, 36149|To a land where the sea is the sea, and the suns are not 36149|In the great, gray sea. 36149|The great, gray sea. 36149|The sea is always full of the sea, 36149|And the sails all are long. 36149|There are never a sound in the skies. 36149|And the ships make a hush 36149|In the wind or the surf. 36149|And when the sea has returned to sleep, 36149|They will take their rest-- 36149|In their sleeping cots. 36149|The sea is always in the sky, 36149|Where the clouds of the sea-time are. 36149|But when the clouds go, 36149|And the ships lie with all their freight 36149|Where the ships were lost in the night, 36149|The sky and the ships look on, 36149|Till the sea seems the sky, 36149|Then they come to understand. 36149|Ah, there is sorrow in the time, 36149|And there is sadness in the sea, 36149|And the souls of the sailors have the sorrow in their heart. 36149|The sea is always sorrowful. 36149|We are not children here, 36149|But we have seen the troubles 36149|Of the deep sea and the storm; 36149|Of a sea where the little ships float by 36149|And go down in the deep tide 36149|Like a dream within a dream, 36149|With a great red shadow of the sea 36149|Staining the silver sea foam. 36149|And in the little ships are strange fears 36149|That are only known to us. 36149|When you say that the world is good 36149|You may be sure they will make merry-- 36149|You might be sure that the ship of state 36149|Would take a very different course. 36149|For they must make great ripples, 36149|That the rest of the world may know them, 36149|And call them bubbles, if they will. 36149|You must take care of ======================================== SAMPLE 25400 ======================================== 8187|On our new-found life. 8187|If, then, this life that we now live be as sweet--as sweet-- 8187|'Tis sweet indeed, 8187|As that first life, 8187|'Tis sweet indeed; 8187|But now-- 8187|Now we are out of the world, 8187|And, as the day is dying, 8187|Our sun will set, 8187|And no man will know us--no, not one, not one, 8187|The happy ones gone astray, 8187|Who, from the crowded squares 8187|And squares of busy life, 8187|To meet and share the sweet love of each other, ran, 8187|The happy ones gone astray, 8187|We are so glad to leave, 8187|We are so glad to leave, 8187|To meet and share the bright love of each other, 8187|And leave the crowded squares, 8187|We all are come to the quiet, hidden place 8187|From the rush of crowded lives, 8187|Where every man 8187|As if he ne'er had known the pride therein, 8187|Is come to live and die! 8187|And not a voice 8187|Of all the many that, like children, come to die, 8187|Can ever raise the cry, 8187|"Who now is here? who now is left behind?" 8187|Yet many, 8187|Like us, who come to die 8187|Are left alone, 8187|With all the care 8187|Of the many who are sadly to follow, to die 8187|That sad adventure--to leave them to die! 8187|No--this is not a sad story;-- 8187|'Twas not the first time, on this spot, 8187|I have thought of the man, 8187|Who on this day-- 8187|And here too-- 8187|Died--so all things seem to have told us-- 8187|That when, on this same spot, 8187|I saw the last sun rise over those waters 8187|Whose holy surface he had trod, 8187|I saw then 8187|A man 8187|Come back with me--oh, come back with me! 8187|Oh yes, it was he!--but a man-- 8187|A proud man, and not a child-- 8187|And I knew not but that I was not here, 8187|This very morning when first I took leave of him. 8187|I did not know 8187|That he stood 8187|Upon this spot--that the sun 8187|Was not rising--oh come back with me! 8187|Then, sure, he was not afraid, 8187|Nor trembling, nor bent with age, 8187|Or mute-- 8187|No--no--but all that vain fear 8187|Which even the youth seemed to be dreaming around him: 8187|The youth's 8187|Not, alas, an age to him-- 8187|Though _this_ I know-- 8187|Yet when the hour 8187|At last would have brought him back, 8187|He turned, and left me here alone. 8187|All this I know-- 8187|What else can I know? 8187|But come, 8187|This last thought I ask thee not, 8187|For I have thought enough-- 8187|Come, follow me, 8187|Come, come back, as we came one night, 8187|And leave this lonely place behind. 8187|Come!--I could not wait 8187|To see thee, as I left it, come: 8187|But tho' with youth some bloom 8187|Should be mixed in the rose's bloom, 8187|I am glad that he 8187|Who now is here has no part in thy fears; 8187|I know not if he cared 8187|That we--the past years gone-- 8187|Should lose one happy thought in a world of wrong; 8187|Or if his mind 8187|Though now in youth's bloom, 8187|And since of yesterday, 8187|Had no part to play in a world of sin; 8187|Or if his heart 8187|Did not in sadness dwell 8187|On that where he used ======================================== SAMPLE 25410 ======================================== 615|She had been wont to bring her lord the troop, 615|And that his valour, even of the first, 615|And that all this had been his only hope, 615|Bereft his mind, and had the maid neglected; 615|And this, so long before, her lover plight, 615|And promised in the hope of profit good. 615|Then made she, not to her that all his hate 615|Was ended, but rather in her heart 615|So far to him the promise that was fed 615|Of future good, that she in that did lie, 615|That her true love he might in such a case 615|As never more her heart should love renew, 615|Should change the vow, and change the vow with him. 615|To her a thousand times to make that vow, 615|Had she at first consented; but her tongue 615|And judgment were not yet in such degree 615|Of truth to compass it, that she could warn 615|Of the evil, that she could not persuade. 615|Nor was she yet so well nigh persuaded 615|Beside what next ensued, that she foresaw 615|What was the evil: so great the heat 615|Pour'd on her breast by love's hot passions' fit, 615|She saw the man in his new duty prest, 615|Nor could she change her judgment, in pursuit 615|Of her good love's happiness, would fall. 615|Nor was she so wise, as oftentimes 615|She is, who in a doubt would run to wind, 615|And makes her thoughts to her own to brood, 615|As if that she knew not what was best to do: 615|But thus she thinks -- the good, that for the spurn 615|Of truth, and falsehood, hath a prey too wide; 615|But that, when she to her sweet view of right 615|Of duty learns, she deems it evil gone. 615|Then, if she could, she to her lover prest, 615|Whose good intent was to restore his fame, 615|(But that he well deserved the thanks due 615|From those whom most he deserved with joy) 615|And gave her thanks without stint or pain. 615|But with her goodly tongue, that with the good 615|Of either, for her good, were ready placed; 615|And on the truth that was in truth conveyed, 615|Made all her mind the tale of him to show. 615|But what more could she her love's cause explain? 615|She could, but knew no more than she of love: 615|So that, by nature nigh to madness rife, 615|She by her thoughts, by that ill opinion, 615|In her mad self, thus thinks, so like to man, 615|Love's good for evil seems the best of all. 615|And this so well described, that many 615|Will read her mind, to understand her will, 615|And see her mind on virtue sicken sore, 615|By looking on ill from the fair sight won; 615|And they the better will perceive that she 615|The more on virtue is intent to weigh, 615|So as her will, the more it so endures, 615|Is such as of the truth is fixt, will say, 615|And that she will to Heaven be true in fame. 615|But when she deems that truth alone is won, 615|And that her thoughts are moved, by that intent, 615|She, seeing she is wisedome in her view, 615|Holds all the good, and in the will is one. 615|Thence that she has in that she would have done, 615|With all her folly, and so she willed it, 615|She finds the evil she for evil made; 615|Whereby her hope is ruin for good meant. 615|She bids her brother 'more of love,' and she 615|Begins the tale -- and he that love in vain 615|And folly would despise and yet would love, 615|As that is deemed by some -- to be the man 615|Her only hope of happiness at strife; 615|Thence to despise and yet to love again. 615|This is the tale she, for the virtue slain, 615|Nor that she loved; the folly is her thought; 615|For by her false affection, she makes known 615|That all her will is yet as late fulfilled. 615|"To my false love you have not made pretence 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 25420 ======================================== 16452|For I remember still that I was a child. 16452|Then he, with eyes cast down, above all spoke, 16452|His lips as he looked on his own offspring slain. 16452|To whom his noble son, Eumæus divine, 16452|With looks all sad, thus replied. Thee, son of Jove, 16452|I mourn too. How may it be that fate hath borne, 16452|For this too, thy mother from her native home? 16452|My father is old, and as his age increas'd 16452|I deem him but as one who through the world 16452|Dwindles the time of grief and sorrowing. 16452|But, for I fear thy father's cruel doom, 16452|In all the griefs that on his race attend, 16452|And these to come, thou know'st not how they will end. 16452|To whom the Sire of Gods and men replied. 16452|My son, thy fear is well-nigh forgot, nor I 16452|My sorrow, nor myself; but such thy grief 16452|As bids me tell thee what a man of worth 16452|Is this, Æäcus. Whereof thou may'st behold 16452|When, following her, I with all my train 16452|Sent out, on foot, the wretches forth whose lives 16452|Thou and thy comrades lost shall now in fate 16452|Befound. Him on a sunny hill I found 16452|With tears and sweat profuse, while all around 16452|The waters of the flood profusely ran. 16452|He, by her daughter's tender side, is slain 16452|Him whom his mother loved. Ah, dear to Jove 16452|The victim, I had spared him not thus slain! 16452|But to thine anger I will no display, 16452|But let the story rest, till he again, 16452|Th' illustrious son of Tydeus, him behold 16452|At the same time, with the Achaian host. 16452|Meeting, he shall the sacred scourge receive, 16452|Which in the Trojan field to me, Æäcus, 16452|First of the chiefs, Antenor's son received, 16452|Whom, after much lamentation, through the ranks 16452|Of Troy, and streets and streets of Ionia, 16452|Æäcus, in Phthia, he had slain, and slain 16452|By Trojan hands. But him the son of Mars 16452|To Thymbra then with lash received, and drew 16452|From its own fount the trembling victim's blood 16452|Imprison'd in the reeking brand embraced. 16452|Then, with a brazen trumpet's blast forth blown 16452|Against the host of Troy, Æäcus blew 16452|A shrill tempest of lamentation wild, 16452|Which, with loud shrieks and hoarse, in accents loud 16452|Shouted them all into the fleet of Greece. 16452|That day with anguish at heart, I watched by his side, 16452|And, as his mother mourn'd, with grief my heart 16452|Ofttimes beat up, and feebly struggled all 16452|To reach him; but, the sound of the clarion's blow 16452|Bade me to hasten, swift as thought I moved, 16452|To the Achaians' ready succor given; 16452|For he, on whom he chiefly depended, 16452|Slew he, and with him all the Grecian host. 16452|Him, when his parents had to Troy return'd, 16452|His father's brother left, an infant lad, 16452|And to a warrior young was proudly born, 16452|Eurymedon; he, as his father's will 16452|Preserved him, from his birth selected him 16452|Among the sons of the illustrious son 16452|Of great Æneas. Him with joy and joy 16452|All-merciful Neptune hither sent, 16452|That he might safely lead him on his way 16452|Home to his own dear country. Then, that day, 16452|Whom the great Trojans, with no small delight, 16452|Him of the Grecians the Phrygian host 16452|Had sent into the ships with death await; ======================================== SAMPLE 25430 ======================================== 2863|Beside her, by the sea's black shadow 2863|Shone she 2863|Beside a ship a-sailing. 2863|And the shadow came again, and loomed 2863|Darker than before, 2863|And the sea she marked like a black sheet 2863|Was a sea without a shore. 2863|And the little ship sailed on 2863|Unconscious of the scene, 2863|For she knew that by the water's brink 2863|There was the shore she long had sought. 2863|"Oh, the last great voyage of a ship!" 2863|She thought with a shivering voice; 2863|Then, as if a whisper haunted 2863|Her, it continued thus; 2863|"When we reach the long horizon 2863|There will appear, at sight, 2863|The great and wondrous forest 2863|Where a ship has sailed before. 2863|"We have passed its branches in their prime, 2863|But they are crumbling now 2863|As the waves, a-kneading in the sand, 2863|Are rolling down the coast. 2863|"Onward, backward, upward, evermore, 2863|To the great unknown sail, 2863|And the shore that is not our own, 2863|The shore of a broken heart. 2863|"Then our anchor lies on the rocky shelf, 2863|And our cord at last, 2863|Where the sea-dogs of yesternight 2863|Had feared to tread at all; 2863|"And we hear the tread of strangers, 2863|And wonder, as we wait, 2863|And the echo rings, and the ship goes on, 2863|Till out of the darkness her light 2863|Floods the desert lands with day. 2863|"One is a broken-hearted man, 2863|And one a Christian slave; 2863|And one, through a long-tried conflict, 2863|Dared hope that mankind might be; 2863|"One is a lover who was young, 2863|And one is a corpse grown grey, 2863|And one, by the shore that you have won, 2863|Is one who lives no more." 2863|"O, the last of ships! O, the last 2863|Of all ships sailing by! 2863|O, the last of ships! O, the last 2863|Of ships that must be! 2863|"The first was bound for that far star, 2863|And the last was from the morn! 2863|How can she say for nought 2863|That the ship with the falchion shone 2863|And the ship with the lily stood! 2863|"When the falchion falls where the lily stood, 2863|I shall hear, where the night-dews weep, 2863|Where the night-dews weep, 2863|"Her voice and her arm: O, the last. 2863|The last, with the sea-bird's wing! 2863|And the ship with the falchion shining, 2863|Which never shall make a land-surrender 2863|"Though your sails shall be blown, though your oars turned, 2863|Though your sun-ray burn! 2863|For the voice of your song is the last, 2863|And not the ship with the falchion shining. 2863|"Nay; but I knew that the bird was there 2863|Who rose on the midnight wind, 2863|And borne on the dawning of light, 2863|For her love was fair, but her love was old! 2863|"Nay, nay, I knew the song was there 2863|(For love was all her portion), 2863|And the sea-dawn's sea-sweetness, 2863|And your sun-rays sinking 2863|Where the dead ships perish. 2863|"Love was all, love was all before, 2863|And nought but Love remains! 2863|And nought but your sun-rays left 2863|Where the dead ships perish!" 2863|How she spoke is a tale untold, 2863|How she spoke, I alone know! 2863|How she spake 2863|To herself in the desert there, 2863 ======================================== SAMPLE 25440 ======================================== 8187|While my hand's already clasped in his own, 8187|So, when we met, 'twere best if we kept it then, 8187|But _I_ know that the time will come when we'll part, 8187|My dear little fellow!--so, I may say, 8187|I should say that I love my dear little dear; 8187|Even as I love my dear boy, so shall I love 8187|My dear little darling, my very own! 8187|Oh! I am grateful that the dear one is dead, 8187|Altho' the last of his race still to come; 8187|And tho' some have sung his praises on earth, 8187|A new one in heaven, oh! he will not say NN. 8187|The soul that to Heaven's sweet world is brought, 8187|Should make the world a paradise too; 8187|And tho' oft I've thought to my dreaming grown 8187|With his bright fame to rival thine above, 8187|I am not so sad to think that thy name, 8187|Such bright glory, have never but one among us; 8187|But tho', perhaps, thy life's destined date is gone 8187|Ere its bloom shall be over, 'tis all the same now, 8187|To make some few friends and keep thy reputation 8187|Wholly at issue with that the world thinks wrong. 8187|No--'tis too true: for I find 'twas not love, 8187|Nor joy that wept all around thee like a tear, 8187|But the dark glance of a glance that in darkness lies, 8187|That stained the summer-day with its ghost-like gleam; 8187|That left a blight in the sweet, sweet air as it flew, 8187|And, when night brought the joy it only could give, 8187|Made the sweet world feel sick of itself for grief. 8187|Nor was _that_ thy mortal beauty that made me sick; 8187|But the sight of a heart that would sink at last, 8187|With the stain upon it from all that before, 8187|And not feel love for a soul so bright in aught. 8187|Such is the story I tell thee of thy dear one;-- 8187|"As a child he was fond; 8187|But, 'tis said, when he found himself alone, 8187|He began to grow wan, 8187|And he longed to go out to a neighbouring town, 8187|And breathe the balmy air. 8187|But the sweet, sweet air was his first and only home 8187|That he could taste that bore; 8187|The suns, the breezes, and the hills, are all so sweet 8187|On earth as those that have made him so mournfully. 8187|"And then one fine summer morn he put off his coat, 8187|And looked in the glass, 8187|And gazed with his mother upon her, both her arms 8187|Beside her head; 8187|And his heart was full of so wild a passion, 8187|That he sigh'd for her, without thinking of his sin,-- 8187|Then, looking again, up from his bed he arose, 8187|And shook away 8187|His sins that he had slumbered over so long, 8187|And shook away 8187|The thoughts, that like scouring razors, had cut him so deep. 8187|"My dearest boy, I must warn thee, lest, to thy shame, 8187|Thou shouldst marry a maiden bright 8187|With the soft skin, of whom thou losest the fur; 8187|For thus, while we walk in these ways of the Spring, 8187|We may speak of the spots on her cheek-tufts as our own. 8187|"Tho' I love her, with all my spirit I crave 8187|That I may not wed her, and, tho' it must be 8187|A beautiful maiden, a very poor one, yet not buy, 8187|A little good thing and a good lodging, may take; 8187|For, if I were a bride, I've oft thought I should go 8187|Some day up to Rome, in a rich steed, and ride 8187|At top speed o'er the crowds to take the air." 8187|" ======================================== SAMPLE 25450 ======================================== 28375|The sun, that's all the world, 28375|Is but a shadow. Life's all in sight. 28375|_Aeneas_, 'tis all in vain 28375|That men should seek to win 28375|To win to things, that have no end. 28375|'Twas thus, 'twas thus I strove, for me; 28375|And, for a little time, 28375|Till now, the world-wide round 28375|Of life-long things seems now to me. 28375|If 'twas my life's delight, 28375|My life's long pleasure should 28375|To this great work of life, 28375|The life of all men's desires. 28375|If not, 'twere worth 28375|The whole old world to me, 28375|To know all minds and deeds 28375|In all their works and deeds. 28375|And, if I never shall 28375|Know one, that I'd be 28375|A small and simple flower; that I'd be 28375|A simple flower to none, 28375|Nor the sweet light-blue 28375|And pure white that the sun's beams fling 28375|And all the night-breeze stir. 28375|Since what's a flower, and what's a child, 28375|Are fancies, fancies; that I never 28375|Want, or want now, to know. 28375|Now I know--but then I knew; 28375|'Tis a new thing: no more I guess. 28375|And thus, for a few days' sense 28375|And ere I've been so long a child 28375|'Twas strange to me thus to know. 28375|This is the last night but once for all, 28375|The sweetest, and the deepest night. 28375|And a sigh must drop the streamlet dry, 28375|That was so clear and glad in it. 28375|But now the soft and soft, sweet Night! 28375|And now, sweet as the sweetest air! 28375|The night--with her lovely eyes! 28375|Though the moon still may be seen, tho' the stars still be, yet 28375|night is a sweet air, not a dear, beautiful sight. 28375|How sweet to the soul that will never be old, 28375|As the stars to us, when we have passed 28375|To the happy and fair night, in her bright night. 28375|And with those stars to whom the world is crown'd 28375|That we look on shall be as fair as day. 28375|Nor shall we be sad, or shall not weep, 28375|Nor fear to meet with the friends we loved. 28375|Nor shall the day be sad: 28375|'Tis a day of sweet rest.-- 28375|No, that should be sad. 28375|No, that shall be sweet. 28375|Thus we are all-alone, and with the earth. 28375|And we have a night of sweet rest, 28375|The stars are with us all the way, 28375|And so are the souls that look on us. 28375|And so, though so long 28375|Through the night, we may look on the light, 28375|While the soul that we see now goes 28375|To the happy and fair night. 28375|And no eye that looks on 28375|Shall be sad, or shall not weep, 28375|Nor fear to meet with those friends we loved. 28375|No, that shall be sad. 28375|No, that shall be sweet. 28375|Thus I see, and still see, 28375|I shall pass away. 28375|But each night, as I gaze on 28375|The night's sweet rest, I die, 28375|Though my soul may look on the sun. 28375|But the saints still shall dwell 28375|With the soul that we see in the night. 28375|And a song is in thy lips, fair Love; 28375|When the night is on, and the night-winds blow 28375|I see thine eyes, and see thy hair; 28375|And thy breath is like a lark's, sweet Love. 28375|But the birds, that sing and flit, say nought 28375|Thing ======================================== SAMPLE 25460 ======================================== 28781|“Now, I’ll give thee the boon you long have wished, 28781|And, good sir, I’ll do’t for a guerdon, 28781|My own true love.” 28781|“For all? 28781|For what, my love, must I for thee do? 28781|And my poor love, sweet love, dost thou ask me? 28781|For the great boon that thou must bring, 28781|What can be done to give thee a better kiss 28781|Than that thou have ta’en?” 28781|“What can I give withal 28781|In service to thee? My heart must be bought— 28781|My heart must be bought! 28781|“It must be bought with one life 28781|For one good word I never may speak, 28781|Or I shall die with thee. 28781|“For life? for naught but death 28781|Or naught but death can keep me in love. 28781|To-day I’ve given a kiss— 28781|I’ll give it to my true love to keep.” 28781|Then out and spoke the man who went in to beg— 28781|“Can a man give a thing for naught? 28781|In my service thou must die.” 28781|“Oh, for naught—for naught, my love, 28781|I have taken a kiss, and live on now.” 28781|Then up and spake the woman who was by; 28781|“It may surely be, for thine is the deed.” 28781|“No, for naught—for naught, my love, I die.” 28781|“Oh, life for thy love I’ll give, 28781|But go now, and be thou quiet once again!” 28781|So up he set his fine little feet, 28781|And he went to his room again. 28781|And he looked from his window up at the moon, 28781|And he thought of the man who lay at rest; 28781|And he whispered to himself, “I am dead,” 28781|And he closed his door for good-bye. 28781|He dreamed of the maiden she had wed; 28781|Her fair little hands he took in his,— 28781|Forget her for the maiden he had wed. 28781|And so, until she awoke to complain, 28781|He lived in his sorrow on this vow. 28781|For he dreamed to his madness she would rise, 28781|And his thoughts would turn to his first vow; 28781|And they kissed till the sun began to peep, 28781|For the maiden he had wed had been dead a week. 28781|Oh, I see your eye so very stern! 28781|I saw you curse me and say; 28781|And you thought your work was quite undone. 28781|How should I help you to sleep? 28781|And I hear your voice in a mournful strain. 28781|A man in the village must have 28781|A heart as soft as a dove’s,— 28781|But it’s quite another grain of sand, 28781|As you say. 28781|If I wished you were to my breast, 28781|At an easy rate of three marks, 28781|I could warm you from the cold. 28781|And I wish, I really could, 28781|That it were done in a day; 28781|And that it were done in an hour— 28781|Oh, I see your eye so very stern. 28781|If I asked you to be my husband, 28781|How could I have a horse and a ring? 28781|For I do not think that I’d prevail 28781|Unless you were kind enough to make 28781|Your love my wife, with all your might. 28781|_It is not the man who thinks himself great, 28781|Nor yet the man who thinks himself great._ 28781|_And the man who thinks himself great, with great thoughts, 28781|Deserves to be hanged; 28781|Who thinks himself great and thinks himself great, 28781|With nothing to think upon, 28781|Lies under his great thoughts a cob ======================================== SAMPLE 25470 ======================================== 1030|We're here from Spain and England to be your 1030|Lovers; and we will avenge our King and Queen. 1030|Now that the Queen is in great affliction, 1030|I'll send you free advice from me. The devil 1030|Hath put on his robe of majesty; and 1030|He's broken all his seals and keys and bands. 1030|His servants do the same; I see it plain, 1030|For the King hath gone to the King's own shore: 1030|And now we have no King at all, when once 1030|The Parliament of England hath lost both King and Priest. 1030|But then, let us a truce, for to work us some mischief 1030|That must annoy our enemies; and let's drive hard 1030|Our enemies to their own nation. A truce 1030|We can't refuse till our King be brought again, 1030|In some fair city in the country; and then 1030|Let's make of him a present, and his crown 1030|A present to the land from whence he was torn. 1030|But let our enemies be sore afraid, 1030|And know that they must give up that pretence, 1030|Unless there be some sudden new attempt; 1030|For then, the Duke of Cornwall may have his tale 1030|Truth with his brother. Let us make him free, 1030|And send him to his own country; for if he 1030|Return again, he will be loath to make 1030|A truce with us again, unless we free him, 1030|And deliver him from his captivity. 1030|And we will free a worthy fellow, called Earl. 1030|Now, Gentlemen, we are not in well being, 1030|Yet will we pray you, by us do not forsake 1030|Your liberty; and if it do not prosper 1030|For it still do hurt you. For we in our turn 1030|Have been with King Richard, and we will remain 1030|Till the King should be restored, or our freedom 1030|Come nearer us, or else we shall have none. 1030|The Prince of Orange hath the kingdom with him, 1030|And our King has granted him our pardon 1030|That he left our service without our consent; 1030|To the King we give the right to sit on our Council, 1030|And unto the Lords be our address to them, 1030|And unto the Commons we cry our burthens 1030|That they will keep their oaths. If they dare then 1030|To disobey us, we fight with our own heads. 1030|And what are we doing then? We're nothing but rebels 1030|That would be lords; and we'll still keep our pretence; 1030|Let's fight till we have both our ears to the flute, 1030|And our hands to the knife. And this fight we'll make, 1030|As we have done before; for the time is near; 1030|And you may be sure there'll be a new beginning, 1030|When it grows late. The Lord make us such Masters 1030|As may be fitly to suppress these rebels. 1030|With that King Richard he commanded the King 1030|To send the same with a true address, 1030|To his great nephew in great peril 1030|For being good and liberal. So it came. 1030|Then he was so mad that he made up his mind 1030|To set himself on trial by the Law: 1030|That which he could not, he used with such great zeal 1030|To make, to set himself up there, and show 1030|He could not, as he thought, be trusted here. 1030|That made him great outrage to our King, 1030|And to our Lords without all justice he would swear. 1030|For many year and over that he had 1030|Been found in every thing, the most of men 1030|Supposing him in possession in this place, 1030|Would to his words an act of murder make; 1030|And every day and every night they did. 1030|But King Richard was a Christian first, 1030|And then his people; to come in and hear 1030|The matter in their faces; he was a true man 1030|And said he'd never ======================================== SAMPLE 25480 ======================================== 36214|Of an ancient tree. 36214|The ivy leaves were white; 36214|Their hearts were set with love. 36214|They stood as mute as though 36214|They felt the fall of the tree. 36214|And I, who had no thought, 36214|Was touched with love and care; 36214|The ivy leaves, though pale, 36214|Were strong with a deep content. 36214|It was a day to recall 36214|When, through the forest of the air, 36214|The sun and shadow of the trees 36214|Clasped in each other's hand. 36214|Like two fair lads whom the same glance 36214|Of a maiden's heart has stirred to love, 36214|The two stood in the light, in the shade, 36214|Of the wood's long endless shade 36214|In the year-old days that we so oft 36214|Have seen and learned of. 36214|For the summer time is drawing nigh, 36214|And, with its promise, grows and grows, 36214|Like two fair lads whom the same glance 36214|Of a maiden's heart has stirred to love. 36214|From the world's end there fell a sound, 36214|A wondrous sound of the singing air, 36214|Like the murmur of a summer breeze 36214|Through the branches of a tree. 36214|And many a bough was bowed down bright 36214|Around the tree, as though the rain 36214|Of summer came with its enchanting 36214|And wonderings of song. 36214|It grew within its leafy round-- 36214|A temple to the singing air, 36214|And every single bough was bent 36214|Above the tree upon it, where 36214|Its leaves were mingled with the light 36214|That gleamed from the green tree-tops. 36214|The moon is fair to-night, 36214|The moon is fairer every night. 36214|Her eye and cheek are red, 36214|Her slender fingers are strong; 36214|The light of beauty flows in between, 36214|That lingers on her brow and chin. 36214|It glows upon her waist, 36214|But it is never dull as it glows. 36214|The moon is fair to-night, 36214|To-morrow is the hour of dawn, 36214|When shadows from the western sky 36214|Will gather, like the leaves, upon the earth 36214|And form a darkness ashen and hoar. 36214|And every minute is a sunbeam, 36214|A star, a butterfly, a bird, a rose, 36214|Gone forth from earth for a sweet spell 36214|To rise from earth in beauty. 36214|The moon is fair to-night, 36214|The moon is fairer every night. 36214|Her heart is very fair, 36214|As the moon is fair to-night; 36214|Where love is strong and a woman's heart 36214|Seems bound in some mysterious spell 36214|Of infinite pleasure. 36214|The moon is fair to-night, 36214|To-morrow is the hour of dawn, 36214|When shadows from the western sky 36214|Will gather, like the leaves of wood, 36214|Upon the earth and form a darkness, 36214|Ashen and heavy. 36214|The moon is fairer every night. 36214|And this is why she stays with me, 36214|Though my days may dwindle away 36214|Before they fade into a day. 36214|For I can lift myself to see 36214|The beauty and the peace of this 36214|Fairer day than any. 36214|And when the night will veil the west, 36214|And I may still see moon and sun, 36214|I know, if I look back, my love 36214|Will not perceive in any way 36214|That all my past was wrong, or right 36214|Was wrong, and only the best. 36214|A shadow comes across the sky, 36214|A strange, gray, and ominous thing 36214|With its tassel of mosses gray 36214|Touched with a dull gold. 36214|I hear the wild birds singing, 36214|The wild birds call to me ======================================== SAMPLE 25490 ======================================== 1279|An' I'll ha'e a look about for thee, 1279|Whate'er may be thy lot--the same 1279|As when I met thee at the fair, 1279|In love's delicious young faint glow; 1279|For ne'er a charm o' conscience, then, 1279|Dared make me lo'e a single man; 1279|But guiltless passions, pure and white, 1279|Lie folded close within my breast. 1279|While thus I held my hand in fate, 1279|I could almost hear my own charm. 1279|When, gazing on the rose of larks, 1279|I saw the lark upon the tree, 1279|She, with the rose o' larks, did join, 1279|And made the flowery lair agree; 1279|While the dove, so sweet and true, 1279|Was conscious of her mate, and flew 1279|To catch his wing, but found it broken, 1279|She, too, was winged, and ran 1279|With her sweet heart on both their backs, 1279|And I by both their backs was led, 1279|And my rapt soul looked on the two. 1279|I met them in my youthful days, 1279|Beneath a menthol tree; 1279|Her hair, with gold interwoven, 1279|Was golden as her cheek. 1279|But when she looked with coldness on 1279|My youth, that seemed so fair, 1279|The light o' love grew faint and sick, 1279|Her spirit left her sight. 1279|Then, when I met the maiden fair, 1279|I could na for a while sleep; 1279|Her eyes were dark as clouds that shroud, 1279|Her breath did pass amain; 1279|But when the sweet was gone from thence, 1279|I saw a new-born love again. 1279|And though the love that love doth prove 1279|No better than the first, 1279|Yet 'tis a wonder that does stay 1279|The first desire o' the heart; 1279|Thou, when thy tender age doth fall, 1279|Must own, that love, with all its pain, 1279|Has in its duty live'd. 1279|If that thou live, then live content, 1279|As sure shalt be thy fate, 1279|A true, proportion'd life shalt thou 1279|Live still contentedly: 1279|Whate'er my age can bring to thee, 1279|Be thine, my Dear! 1279|I love her with a love I ne'er could name, 1279|I love her with a love, in which I meet 1279|No want, no doubt, that this can e'er agree: 1279|But this I know, that never yet was known 1279|One full satisfaction so great to me. 1279|And when I think on her long's ting'd years hence-- 1279|And all that labour'd by--to moulder in debt! 1279|She'll smile, and think it all but true,--"I mind;" 1279|She'll say, "I had but one, and lived alone;" 1279|I'll kiss her; she'll tell me I'm wise, and clear, 1279|And just her love o' penance can't restrain; 1279|O then I'll lay me dow the carcanet, 1279|O then I'll marry--or perhaps I will; 1279|I can approv'd a life, I dare na tell, 1279|In less than three years' privity: 1279|But then I'll be ca' to Mary, I should add, 1279|In forty-three months' privity. 1279|"And what is Mary's age?" 1279|"Ye'll think her pretty fair, 1279|But what she does, alas! 1279|I've found at sixty-three." 1279|"Can't ye guess her age, 1279|And how she thinks on you?" 1279|"That she's eighty-three; 1279|She thinks on you and me!" 1279|"O Mary, tell me, 1279|Will she be a wife, 1279|Or will she wed an ass?" 1279|"She can't be ======================================== SAMPLE 25500 ======================================== 1287|Who would not do to be 1287|The man the crowd bewails. 1287|Who would not do to do 1287|Some work that's glorious. 1287|To work with pride and joy, 1287|To play the man upon. 1287|And on with song, and song, 1287|The sweet-sou'nest things to sing. 1287|So then let's be alone, 1287|In song and dance farewell; 1287|And, as for this dear earth, 1287|There'll be a better place, 1287|And a nobler music, 1287|There'll be a nobler song. 1287|And the world at last a-singing; 1287|And it's nae doubt my heart and head will grow 1287|All bright wi' aye the licht o' love, 1287|And on the happy way of life, 1287|Aye I'll never cease to seek. 1287|But oh! when the longings vex,-- 1287|When ae fond thought fills o'er, 1287|And the thought that's wi' me's aye the thought o' my youth. 1287|And aye when the thought 's to heaven, 1287|On my heart I'll send a tear, 1287|And on my soul I'll bring a sigh. 1287|Then dear is my love at hand; 1287|Tho' my bosom is cold, 1287|I'll ne'er forget till I forget 1287|What I loved, a moment, here. 1287|Youth 's aye its glory's glow, 1287|Life, a pleasant dream, is o'er: 1287|Death does to life its doom,-- 1287|And the hours that love is spent, 1287|Are a' wasted in an' a' despair. 1287|Ah! time is a frail thing, and joy's aye fleeting; 1287|As soon as we hae ta'en a liking an' aneath; 1287|Though I wadna venture the brave rash venture on spending, 1287|'Till my heart, like the flaegeal, dies wi' the gale. 1287|Oh! youth is the flower o' the heart, 1287|And life's sae sweet and bonny, 1287|Ye'll think o' its fleeting things 1287|Until death's nae time for mourning. 1287|But death is a cloud impearled, 1287|That shrouds the future's glare, 1287|When life's on fire wi' ardor glowing; 1287|The flame that 's in our veins 1287|Never can fade or wean awa'. 1287|Yet death is an unrequited visitor, 1287|And life's a wee thing unfinished, 1287|For the heart still clings to the good old-fashion, 1287|When we're content at the last to be happy. 1287|There 's nae need, when our days are drawin' near, 1287|To look to the glory of youth; 1287|Till our spirits are growing mature, 1287|'Twill disappear like the day! 1287|What's the pleasure we wad for 1287|While our hour's in view? 1287|My Lou askin' what they like about?-- 1287|"A bit o' jauch and a bit o' wine,-- 1287|And why not a bit o' jauch and a bit o' wine?" 1287|The time is nigh o' dawin', my dear, 1287|The sun's gaun drawin' in front, 1287|While we're brent whate'er-conditantly-- 1287|Sic game! for a moment. 1287|When the waukrife tempest tossin' round us, 1287|And each snawy wave we bein' fur, 1287|We're wauked back to the main,-- 1287|That 's a pleasure, that 's a pleasure, 1287|When we're jauc't back, my dear. 1287|Ye're welcome, you 're welcome, you're welcome; 1287|You're welcome to every home is riven. 1287|I 'll a' aye welcome, 1287|To you ======================================== SAMPLE 25510 ======================================== 4272|On each fair-fruited plain 4272|The purple hues of gold 4272|Flush'd the green lawn to heaven; 4272|O'er meadow, wood, and hill 4272|The sun-dried flowers were born, 4272|Each field to God's great Son 4272|Was given as a shield. 4272|The hills around were clothed 4272|With a mantle like a cloak; 4272|There was music on the air, 4272|And song in every bird, 4272|For all our Father knew 4272|He heard the Holy Spirit. 4272|We have gone to meet our Saviour, 4272|We have given up our grief, 4272|And in him we have faith: 4272|We have peace and hope; 4272|And if he came not to us unawed, 4272|We have done with sorrow and dark despair. 4272|But we cannot see what joy 4272|The glory of his coming brings, 4272|With his white hairs on the robe of glory. 4272|No song can charm us as he passes, 4272|No cloud may touch us as he comes. 4272|He is a King, he is the King 4272|Of all the world of faith. 4272|When he comes, all things shall be still, 4272|Till he has crowned all men 4272|With his head, with his feet 4272|With the crown of love, 4272|With the true crown of glory. 4272|The shadow of his feet 4272|Is like the breath of the west: 4272|He is the wind and the flower: 4272|He is peace and joy and day. 4272|The shadows of the hills 4272|Are shades of his gracious face: 4272|He hath broken the chain of death and heaven from earth. 4272|His word is love: Love that is free, 4272|Love that is deep, love that is deep, 4272|He hath given to all men light; 4272|For one God all things shall be light; 4272|This earth shall live and pass away, 4272|And Jesus shall be King of all created things. 4272|We need no song to teach to us 4272|This wondrous Christ, 4272|Whose heart and life are found, 4272|In all on earth; and we, dear child, 4272|Are all at rest, 4272|For thus is Him for ever our good: 4272|He liveth and reigneth ever. 4272|The shadows of the hills 4272|Are all in light. 4272|The shadow of the hill 4272|Of all the world of meekness 4272|Is light itself: 4272|God is in that, Lord, 4272|And we have all at rest. 4272|To us Christ was a living 4272|And faithful Word; 4272|And now that he is taken 4272|And laid in earth, 4272|We need no more his word through us, 4272|For they have all at rest. 4272|We may not see and only 4272|Care with all their care; 4272|We may not hear as he hath heard 4272|The glory ring 4272|Of his deliverance, 4272|Or even dream of his coming 4272|In the close calm, 4272|With his mighty arms arrayed, as one that sitteth on the throne. 4272|O earth, how vain the dream we dream 4272|In the dark hours alone! 4272|By those pure thoughts of purest love 4272|We may not live at all: 4272|Earth still hath her sin-browed fountains, yea, and the green leaf 4272|Of many a fair far-off hill. 4272|All is enough: here comes our Lord, 4272|Who with the Holy Ghost 4272|Came from a virgin faith to the grave, 4272|E'en from a woman's grave. 4272|We need no more his words, his might, 4272|With His own light, to guide 4272|Our hearts, our hopes, to heaven's bright chain. 4272|He leadeth us aslant, 4272|Aslant, aslant, to rest. 4272|He sendeth us ======================================== SAMPLE 25520 ======================================== 8672|With tears that made the water-weed writhe, 8672|And a little cloud, that drifted by, 8672|With a sweet, silver luster for an hour, 8672|And a little sigh from a small bird's tongue, 8672|And a little, trembling tear, or a sign, 8672|Or a little thing, or the sound of a sigh. 8672|But most, the sunlit hills, the airly rills, 8672|The soft green fields, the wood-crowned hills, 8672|The grassy meadows green, the rippling tide, 8672|The silver stream in happy foamy flow, 8672|The silver lisp of the evening breeze. 8672|In happy moments, oh! when the year 8672|Has lost its happiest memories, and 8672|The little birds and butterflies, that are 8672|The happiest of its lost divinities, 8672|Breathe a sweet music with the voice of tears. 8672|Oh! thou bright light, that only comes and goes! 8672|But thou hast many things already told-- 8672|The dark, the sad, the silent times, 8672|Sleeping and waking still, 8672|The silence, and the darkness, and the tears. 8672|The silent things, in every time and place, 8672|Have been to thee sad lessons, and thou, 8672|Who hath a part in all mankind's sorrows, 8672|And hast a part in every sorrow's growth. 8672|We mourn for thee, O little star, that shine, 8672|Our sun is dark and dark the night is here, 8672|And we are lost like thee, and like to sink, 8672|Leaving the dim sky lonely. Thy sweet light 8672|Is sweet to the morning eyes, but darkly seen 8672|By the dark eyes the night. The day is bright, 8672|The night its shadow. The day with dreams is gay, 8672|But night with tears makes music. The night, 8672|Her secret and her pride, is seen with tears, 8672|As the fair day is seen by the eyes that weep, 8672|Who are blind to the light. The night is wild 8672|And the night is wild. With thee the night 8672|Is light, and so with me, for tears breed wild 8672|And grief is strong and sad. With thee we live, 8672|The weary and the heart-broken, a dream. 8672|With thee the night her darkness, beauty-glow, 8672|Her love and sadness, are felt o'er the earth 8672|In every hour, and are there only 8672|For thee and me to see. Thou art the light 8672|Our light lies in the silent eyes and leaves 8672|In dark darkness! 8672|Tall and dark, 8672|They stand with the hills like rocks on high, 8672|And one upon the valley's breast, 8672|The light of their golden hair. 8672|The light is in their eyes to-night; 8672|Their eyes and blue and shining souls 8672|Are shining and sad with pain, 8672|But bright, O fair flowers! with love and light 8672|The hills, the valleys, the wild woods, 8672|Are shining in thy faces, hearts, and tears 8672|To-night; thy smile is like the light 8672|That wakes the world as dawn breaks round 8672|The hills, the valleys, the wild wood, 8672|And all the land that lies to the sea 8672|Lies sad and sad with tears. 8672|The flowers 8672|Are glad and gay above their heads 8672|To keep the light that's in their eyes 8672|And all the valley's eyes in turn. 8672|The mountains and the valleys behold 8672|Thy face in their pale silvery haze; 8672|Thy rose is their golden hue, 8672|And bright with the tears, to the night 8672|Of the hills and valleys, they rise. 8672|Their eyes are like the starry light 8672|That lights them in evening's blue, 8672|And the dark green of the river bed 8672|That glitters as white by night. 8672|The hills, the valleys, the wild woods, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 25530 ======================================== 1279|The drap'jocums hee's sent them here, 1279|That's our gudeman's name--Auld Scriven. 1279|We were born and grew close to him, 1279|So warm in faith we've known him dear; 1279|The giver of all good is he, 1279|The giver of all our pleasures. 1279|The giver of all we ever know, 1279|In joy and sorrow it shall be,-- 1279|He gives it freely to those who need, 1279|And we, he loves us both the same. 1279|Beneath yon gay greenwood copse, 1279|An hour I wander'd here and there, 1279|Beneath that spreading bough of elm; 1279|When up it rose against the day, 1279|And thus it sang, 'Bessy Bell her love.' 1279|Thou, John, art come from the kirk, 1279|The time is ripe, the time is ripe, 1279|When every maid thou canst not see 1279|Thro' our door that opens on thee. 1279|Whom to thy hand thou lov'st and prize, 1279|Whom to the lady thou lov'st and prize, 1279|How will thy heart, thy life, thy every part, 1279|Depart in death as it hath departed, 1279|When it hath devolved on earth like unto clay! 1279|Ah, John, may I find thee in heaven 1279|In the glory of the judgment day; 1279|Ah, John, may I hear thy voice in heaven, 1279|While the angels chant in high delight! 1279|And thou art buried, though I hear not 1279|Thy step's voice, nor may I catch thee in heaven; 1279|For thou art gone on the world's rough sea, 1279|Thou art to me but a moment away. 1279|The grave, by grief embrown'd, is oft foreseen 1279|When Time's last dregs into the ear have sunk; 1279|When all thy locks are shrunken and curl'd, 1279|And thy last dried-up tears have fallen 1279|Into the furrow'd ground. 1279|And when at last thou droope like the ewe-fan'd, 1279|And thro' the forest thou alone dost hear 1279|Of a mother's mournful whisper in thine ear, 1279|Yet thou dost dwell alone-- 1279|A lone fugitive, 1279|And wert thou found, I'd leave thy bed to-night 1279|To hear thy death-call thro' the grave-close peal, 1279|For oh! where else can sorrow have place? 1279|O Death! why are we beguil'd with thee? 1279|Thou charm'st but fools alone with thy sighs, 1279|Thy tears thou wilt make more poignant still, 1279|And make lighter the balmy air 1279|Which thou dost mingle with thy breath; 1279|Thou mak'st sad tears as weeps the rill, 1279|Thou mak'st sad sighs as croons the bird; 1279|Thou mak'st sad morning sorrow day, 1279|And sad evening mourning night. 1279|To thee thy gloomy task we give, 1279|Thou keep'st a troop of angels by; 1279|On thee they call the night and morrow; 1279|Night is thy majesty; 1279|Thou art the queen of joy and woe; 1279|Thou art eternity. 1279|No pitying bosom can conceive, 1279|Though near, how passing dear, 1279|A bosom, tho' but fond, can quake, 1279|When thou wilt but be undrest. 1279|Chorus.--Where is the warbling lark, 1279|The gaudy wing! 1279|Where are the ravish'd notes, 1279|The music wild? 1279|Where the ravish'd notes sublime, 1279|O'er mazy wings! 1279|They sing the blissful time, 1279|The blissful time of spring, 1279|O! where are they the livelong year? 1279|Where ======================================== SAMPLE 25540 ======================================== 11351|The boys from far-land, and the boys from the south; 11351|The boys from out the valley where the rivers run; 11351|The lads most like him in every shape that's fow; 11351|The lads he met in the road, the lads from the field; 11351|The boys that lived in his heart at the dawn or at night, 11351|The boys that loved him the best, 'neath every kind of curse; 11351|The lads his mother, the lads his father had gone abeam. 11351|The old miller who was born where the mills rise 11351|And the men and the dogs of the village that pass; 11351|The old miller, who never knew fear or sad pain, 11351|He'd never get tired, nor ever get kilt or cot. 11351|The men that loved him, the lads that did not grieve, 11351|He'd love 'em all by a kind and a good will. 11351|"It's the old miller's son! 11351|It's the old miller's son! 11351|And when I see him 11351|He'll be a-quaking 11351|With the fire-breath 11351|That will shroud him, 11351|All over him, 11351|From his father's 11351|Wings in heaven. 11351|"It's the old miller's son! 11351|I'll send 11351|A song where I touch him, 11351|A song where I fall 11351|On his lips that hisses; 11351|A song of the wind 11351|That he sings, the old miller's son!" 11351|I'm a-fooling, 11351|The best of the 'un; 11351|I'se a-hunting, 11351|To a gray-spotted 11351|Wild-cote. 11351|And the 'un, I says, 11351|Is a-shouting, 11351|With a shout and a ring, 11351|And I sees 11351|I'se caught him fast 11351|When the 'un-bun 11351|Had flown aloft. 11351|But the 'un says, "Fool, fool, fool!" 11351|Then a-clam and 11351|A-clap and a bellow 11351|Says, "I'se a-hunting 11351|To a gray-spotted 11351|Wild-cote." 11351|He's in the "wild-cote"; 11351|He's an anchor-fisher 11351|In his youth, 11351|And the night he's in there 11351|He'll never meet 11351|A 'un that is not a-clamour 11351|On the sea. 11351|Oh, I'se a-hunting 11351|To the gray-spotted 11351|Wild-cote! 11351|And the birds will sing 11351|At the bait; 11351|And the brook will sing 11351|As I draw near; 11351|And I'll throw me 11351|The bird and fly, 11351|And he'll follow, 11351|And he'll follow, 11351|And the white man's hollo! 11351|Oh, I'se a-hunting 11351|To the gray-spotted 11351|Wild-cote. 11351|It's the old miller, 11351|And his name is Brown; 11351|He's young as me, 11351|But his heart is old; 11351|And he knows his bread's 11351|He will make, 11351|And his old is strong, 11351|And he's gone to Salem 11351|To be washed and scrubbed, 11351|And he'll take me, 11351|And I'll marry her. 11351|Oh, I'se a-hunting 11351|To the gray-spotted 11351|Wild-cote. 11351|But the morn will rise; 11351|And a band will come; 11351|And the brook shall sing; 11351|And the old miller, 11351|And his bread and cheese. 11351|Oh, I'se a ======================================== SAMPLE 25550 ======================================== 1322|(Not the last, the last), for you and me, 1322|Nor the first, nor even the last, for me. 1322|My body is a thing for the gods to love, 1322|My brain is their own and theirs, 1322|My flesh is a thing for the gods to wear, 1322|My soul is the thing for the gods to take. 1322|In winter or summer or autumn not, 1322|They keep me in my old shape, I know not what, 1322|My flesh and soul the same. 1322|From morn to eve, from eve to morn, what's your shape? 1322|(Not the last, the last), for you and me, not the first, 1322|Nor even the first, if I might rest on this ground, 1322|I know not what, I am all and you are one, 1322|I live my senses in the senses of you. 1322|The day is the soul of your souls, 1322|The day is the body of you, what's your body? 1322|(Not the last, the last), for me and you, not the first, not the last, 1322|If you have any body at all, 1322|I have none here, I've none now, 1322|None here as yet, and none always here, even the last, third, 1322|And I'm as sure they say my soul is never here. 1322|If you have any body at all, 1322|And I shall know as they know, first, who you are, second, third, 1322|If you have any body at all, 1322|Your head is I, and you myself, 1322|I pass your soul through to the rest of it, 1322|I'm the soul, your soul is I.' 1322|This I am sure, this as sure as I'm an angel, 1322|If you have any body at all. 1322|If you have any body at all, 1322|And I shall know as they know, first, who you are, 1322|If you have any body at all, 1322|Your feet are I, and you yourself, 1322|I pass through to the rest of it, I'm the soul, your soul. 1322|(Not the first, the first), for me and you, you know not what, 1322|I live my senses in the senses of you. 1322|The sun is in heaven, and the stars in Saturn's cage, 1322|And the moon in my soul and you in mine, and that's enough. 1322|If you have any body at all, 1322|And I shall know as they know, first, who you are, 1322|If you have any body at all, 1322|Your form is I, and your form is I. 1322|'The sea is a sheet of silver, 1322|The sky is the sheets of the sky, 1322|The moon is a sheet of silver, 1322|The sea is a sheet of silver, 1322|And the moon is a sheet of silver.' 1322|(The sea is a sheet of silver, 1322|The sky is the sheets of the sky, 1322|The moon is a sheet of silver, 1322|The sea is a sheet of silver,) 1322|The moon is like a yellow butterfly, 1322|The sun is like a yellow bee. 1322|And they were both of them yellow. 1322|What can they buy with gold for? 1322|They can sit out the winter in sunnier climes, 1322|And better fruits will bear the summer, 1322|But what for the soul that lives from itself? 1322|(The sun is a sheet of silver, 1322|The sea is a sheet of silver, 1322|The moon is a sheet of silver,) 1322|I was tired, and so I rose and slept and dreamed, 1322|And dreamed that I could go to the city of the Sun, 1322|And be a musician, playing on bells, 1322|And a dancer, dancing in a circus tent. 1322|I thought if I only had wings to fly, 1322|I would fly quickly to the top of the moon. 1322|I thought that if I only had wings for to run, 1322|I would run quick as the wind along the ======================================== SAMPLE 25560 ======================================== 2383|Then she told to him her mind, 2383|Which was to come to her at the last 2383|If that she would his will consent 2383|To take him to her chamber, 2383|The which he would be glad to do. 2383|But he was full of sorrow, 2383|And told her all his sorrow, 2383|He would not do a thing to make her happy, 2383|For his great sorrow was: 2383|For his great sorrow was that he would not do 2383|The thing she would have done, 2383|If she would have let herself be wedded. 2383|She was full of sorrow, 2383|That he would not with her to stay there, 2383|As a lover ought to do: 2383|And was full of sorrow; 2383|Therefore she had nae care for life, 2383|But that her life might endure long time. 2383|And therefore she gave him goodly heed, 2383|That he should no where find it hard: 2383|To make no tarrying, 2383|But that long time might endure. 2383|That was the greatest sorrow 2383|Of all the world to her, 2383|And to know that her life might endure long, 2383|Since she would not let him take his own. 2383|To take the first, 2383|Since she would not let herself be wedded. 2383|It is of all the sorrow, 2383|That ever one can hear, 2383|That can come to a man's remembrance: 2383|So was ever in her life 2383|Sorrow the least of pains, 2383|And nought of pleasure; 2383|And nought of rest, 2383|But sad and sorrow. 2383|But he will come 2383|After many days, 2383|And bring her beauty back again 2383|With flowers and fairer flowers; 2383|And make her whole 2383|Like to the fairest spring. 2383|Where the world was made 2383|To endure so long; 2383|Thence will he go 2383|And with her be wedded, 2383|With gentle gifts. 2383|She hath been wedded 2383|In the house of her dear love 2383|For many long years, 2383|And the sweetest name 2383|Is to her, "Sweet Mary." 2383|And then she was 2383|A merry, a pleasing wife, 2383|In her gentle years; 2383|And every day 2383|Made a merry feast, 2383|Till she took her fill, 2383|And it chanced that those 2383|Who heard her did liven 2383|With the wine they drank. 2383|And when she was clad 2383|And her hair was white, 2383|They made her a good wife, 2383|And made the house 2383|Ever unto her 2383|With merry speeches. 2383|I have been a good wife, 2383|And yet, alas! I die 2383|Ere that I have begun 2383|To have cause to be 2383|A merry woman. 2383|In the day we had this discourse, 2383|It was so ill for me 2383|To live but then, as I can 2383|Remember, and yet rejoice. 2383|No, I dare well go back to the East 2383|Out from my house, out of my town, 2383|And there I was as well alive 2383|As that I then was there. 2383|I heard your name said, and I grieved 2383|For my own heart's sorrow, 2383|And therefore I am come unto 2383|Things which may be said by men 2383|Of my neighbours in this town, 2383|And of my friends in all the land. 2383|Who may in speech or in word say 2383|What your name was that day? 2383|And what did your wife then say? 2383|There is a word in each tongue, 2383|Which that was spoken of you. 2383|When this I said 2383|And that I heard said, I said 2383|I may well say what you were 2383|But this I may say by this, ======================================== SAMPLE 25570 ======================================== 14019|And thus hath paid his debt to Aragon. 14019|That all my army be to you accorded, 14019|To take the holy faith, the honour and the faith. 14019|For thus will I be heard in battle-field, 14019|And henceforth in my father's halls will be, 14019|Till all the world my right be sure to know." 14019|"O good King of the Franks, what shall command 14019|This mighty host?" said Ortwin, "What shall ordain 14019|That they should dare to strike? What shall they command? 14019|I only may be held in honor now. 14019|In a far country I have heard this song, 14019|And never saw nor owned a king more good 14019|In arms, or honor, or in faith the less. 14019|God grant my soul to be beloved of God!" 14019|King Marsil held not in mind King Ortwin, 14019|But in his heart was thought the bold defiance, 14019|"I cannot trust my host," he said, "for one, 14019|Nor I to tell the men they may not strike." 14019|Then did Ortwin first the courage of Marsil say: 14019|"O king, a bold and noble king is he, 14019|Who, for thy worth, so many noble knights, 14019|To serve thee and be thy friend shall dare. 14019|So shall I hold the honor of a king, 14019|Nor I the power of a false one here remain." 14019|Then was the king of France more fearfully bold; 14019|He said, his mouth: "We stand to thee, King Marsil, 14019|For a sure pledge of honour, in our favor. 14019|Thereby shall God help thee, our father Ortwin." 14019|Marsil was not now of that strong faith's thought. 14019|"Now, good King of Franks," quoth he, "go thy ways, 14019|My word be done, and in this fort have good word." 14019|Gladly the King of France went the King's road; 14019|His word was sure upon the issue gained, 14019|By Ortwin of Arragon the Saxon led. 14019|The King of Rome first took his head from helm, 14019|And the golden crown he placed in Ortwin's hand. 14019|King Marsil, King of Aragon and Spain, 14019|Hath a son, a noble infant, Arimire.-- 14019|King Marsil and his band the fight shall take; 14019|I will give a great reward, if thou wilt turn. 14019|This is the way of Spain and France and Spain, 14019|That a king's words shall be his worth and skill. 14019|I will give thee many a noble gold-breast, 14019|And thy lordly head will I give in mead." 14019|Then went King Marsil to Ortwin's hall. 14019|"O King," said Ortwin, "in God's name, 14019|In the world 'tis thine to die, or gain; 14019|I take heart in the fight for Aragon, 14019|But give me Arimire, my lord and mine, 14019|And give me Arimire the son of mine." 14019|The King and Roland each a mighty crown 14019|Upon their heads were lifted up the bier; 14019|Before his son the banner they took, 14019|And before the King his chieftain's head, 14019|Then took of Ortwin the silver grain, 14019|The worth of all the Franks and Aragon, 14019|As his reward for his prowess on the field. 14019|In the field that was a match for none-- 14019|King Charles with his warriors was slain. 14019|He said, "O Aruns, the day is ours; 14019|In the morning light we will return." 14019|Aruns, his kinsman, the King to meet, 14019|Saw the Franks in the field to fight. 14019|The Franks, that had been for many years 14019|The lordliest and the strongest of all, 14019|All that was left of them all were three, 14019|And a goodly host they left of French, 14019|A ======================================== SAMPLE 25580 ======================================== 1304|'O God, my God, I have no part 1304|In all this madness!' said she, 1304|'I am the wind: for am soare, 1304|I make the leaves to fly; 1304|I bring the weary ones: 1304|I bring these tears to light: 1304|They are but rainbows here: 1304|The Lord have mercy on me! 1304|'O Lord! my God! I have no part 1304|In all this folly!' said she. 1304|The gentle Moon, her face 1304|Now turning pale, made ev'ry eye 1304|Pale indeed--and on the brow 1304|A little rose ateven 1304|Pale as herself, and cold; 1304|Then o'er the still lake slept; 1304|And still, as sleep a sleeping thing, 1304|The Moon went sorrowing by. 1304|The wind went sighing up the bay, 1304|Sighing low through all the trees, 1304|A merry noise forsooth to make 1304|In Maytime--but no joy to win 1304|In November! all the spring 1304|So often sad and oft weeping! 1304|We know not why, and all our woe 1304|Falls on the little bird; 1304|For why we weep. But O the pain! 1304|To know the sorrow come too late! 1304|The little grey cock flew away 1304|Along the hedges gray, 1304|And all the children came to weep 1304|Along the hedges green! 1304|The little grey cock flew away 1304|Along the hedges white; 1304|With wailing all the little birds 1304|The May-time remembered well, 1304|And on the hedge at nappy-time 1304|They found a May-time tune. 1304|We'll play the play, I and another with you, 1304|We'll play the play,--but not with us! 1304|The play goes round, the play goes round; 1304|We'll not be left behind! 1304|We'll see the clown with wig and clowncoat on, 1304|And clown-like grin and grin; 1304|We'll see the children with clowns that are young-- 1304|He's the king of them all! 1304|Come, sisters, come! 1304|The play is done! 1304|The play goes round, the play goes round; 1304|See! the children with clowns are young! 1304|He's the king of them all! 1304|Come, children, come! 1304|The play is done! 1304|Come clown and maid and man; 1304|We'll all go home again. 1304|Come round and round, we'll go home again; 1304|And clown and maid and man, 1304|We'll all go home again. 1304|We go very slowly, 1304|We go very slowly; 1304|We go in a straight line; 1304|And clown and maid and man, 1304|We go very slowly. 1304|We go very slowly, 1304|We go very slowly, 1304|We go in a straight line; 1304|And clown and maid and man, 1304|We go very slowly. 1304|We go very slowly, 1304|We go very slowly; 1304|We go in a straight line; 1304|And clown and maid and man, 1304|We go very slowly. 1304|What is your name, please tell me, 1304|And where are you roaming? 1304|We are four little sisters, 1304|And our names are Fairies, read me, 1304|And Fairies--that's the same as Hoof It 1304|That fell off the top of the World. 1304|And we are five little sisters, 1304|And our names are Sunbeams, read me, 1304|And Sunbeams, that's the same as Lip It 1304|That fell off the top of the World. 1304|And we are six little sisters, 1304|And our names are Neddylings, read me, 1304|Neddylings, that's the same as Finger It 1304|That fell off the ======================================== SAMPLE 25590 ======================================== 24011|Of my love for you; 24011|There you're a star 24011|In the sky, 24011|And I'm my own 24011|Little star, that is 24011|The lightest star. 24011|Then I'll look out 24011|On the sun; 24011|The little stars 24011|Will light me 24011|Up to the sky, 24011|And that is 24011|The sweetest hour. 24011|When I grow into manhood, 24011|That shall be the sign, 24011|Should you not be 24011|The fairest day, 24011|The night of life? 24011|And there is 24011|The sweetest hour 24011|Of life in youth. 24011|That night of life when the lightest 24011|Is the lightest star, 24011|And the world is full of the sweetest 24011|And brightest hours, 24011|And heaven is not too high 24011|For the clouds that there hang, 24011|And earth is not too low 24011|For the stars that there shine, 24011|And love is not too deep 24011|For the sweetest hours-- 24011|When Love is not too high 24011|For the sweetest hours-- 24011|I can feel that you would not be 24011|So much more sweet 24011|If you had never been, or rather 24011|If heaven were not just so sweet 24011|And far away, 24011|And if there were no peace 24011|To break the sweetest hours. 24011|If that thou hadst never been 24011|Or if heaven had not been always deep, 24011|Or that no tears were there 24011|Of flowers that bloomed and died, 24011|I might have cried, 24011|And never had cried! 24011|But I love thee, O Heart Eternal! 24011|For thee I grow, 24011|As thou, O Heart Divine! 24011|Thou art so pure and sweet, 24011|Thou art so wise and brave, 24011|Thou art the sun and rain, 24011|The moon and stars; 24011|I love thee as the Sun and rain can love; 24011|And as the sun and stars can love thee; 24011|I love one hour of thee; 24011|And another is too long for one hour, 24011|And yet, for all thine hour, I wish thee still 24011|To stay with me. 24011|I am glad and glad 24011|To take thee back-- 24011|I think to love thee now 24011|I cannot help it, 24011|For I feel so strong 24011|And wish to be 24011|In thy presence strong 24011|As thou didst stay with me. 24011|God will have pity on thee soon-- 24011|And I shall soon be free, 24011|And we shall kiss and smile 24011|When I have learned to say 24011|What I cannot say 24011|In speech or song. 24011|Then one kiss more 24011|Upon thy mouth, 24011|And then I think to see 24011|Thine eyes grow bright; 24011|And then it's done!-- 24011|I've had enough. 24011|God help us when we see 24011|Some wicked woman, 24011|Some sin-crazed woman 24011|Striving to sin. 24011|God help us when we hear 24011|A man sing sweetly; 24011|God help us when we see 24011|Some woman's eyes 24011|Burn with joy; 24011|God's will be done! 24011|_All the while my heart is merry with a sense of joy! 24011|For my heart is merry when I look upon a woman, a 24011|whom I name sweetheart, or, at least, the sweetest woman I 24011|knelt upon many times over. 24011|For I think the woman is God's beloved, in whose sweet 24011|heart I seem to hear a voice make music in the ears of 24011|a child. 24011|Then when she comes to me and speaks to me, all my heart leaps 24011|with a heat! 24011|And as I ======================================== SAMPLE 25600 ======================================== 2888|Brought many a hansom to their door. 2888|This old hansom was as fine as new, 2888|As sharp as ever set about. 2888|This old hansom was as sharp as ever, 2888|And well made, as well made as could be; 2888|But the wife to work or from toil 2888|Had never, never, e'er been seen. 2888|The workman, and the maid that plied, 2888|Had seen the day, and left the hall, 2888|And this old hansom lay in the field, 2888|With many a basket full of sack. 2888|(For what was worth a basket tins 2888|At fifteen shillings in a tin?) 2888|This old hansom lay in the field, 2888|When the workman in his toil was gone. 2888|(And the wife had left her place as well, 2888|And the basket was but little more.) 2888|This old hansom grew not less fresh and fine, 2888|For the workman was off to the world, 2888|And the wife had gone, as her duty bid, 2888|To the town of "the pleasant land." 2888|But we don't talk of our old lives to-day, 2888|With the present as it might have been; 2888|For the busy life we live to-day 2888|Looks roundly to our old. 2888|With the present the old hansom did lie, 2888|And she, not I, was the last to leave; 2888|In vain was her pleading and her fret, 2888|For 'tis long, and she is fain." 2888|(The song was as old as our hearts are, 2888|And all the rest but our hearts.) 2888|"She left me once the hansom to drive, 2888|But now the road is a weary way, 2888|And my soul grows faint and grows o'er sore, 2888|As I muse on the past." 2888|(My singing, my sister, is as old 2888|As the hansom and the road.) 2888|"O weary was my road this day, 2888|The days' long weariness and weariness, 2888|I'm not sure that I'd known one yet"-- 2888|(My singing, my sister, is as old 2888|As the hansom and the road.) 2888|"I would not have been so near 2888|A year ago, 2888|And I have made up my mind 2888|I shall never, never have heard 2888|A breath of spring, 2888|Or seen a glimpse of the greenest leaf 2888|That's fair to the eye." 2888|(My singing, my sister, is as long 2888|As my heart is wide.) 2888|"My dear, I have tried to keep her out, 2888|But every minute is a charm, 2888|And the long days seem long indeed, 2888|And the great days seem long." 2888|(My singing, my sister, is as bright 2888|As the sun when it is low.) 2888|"I'll never think of the garden now, 2888|For the flower seems grown too bright 2888|That's in bloom, and I cannot sleep, 2888|But I have a friend." 2888|(My singing, my sister, is as new 2888|As a song that's new to my ear.) 2888|"There once was a maid, and she was fair, 2888|She left me after a long feud, 2888|And I have never seen her more, 2888|But I have left a friend." 2888|(My singing, my sister, is as new 2888|As anything you have seen.) 2888|"A friend has always something to say, 2888|But a friend can never be thought, 2888|Of all things, and she never is seen, 2888|For she's left a friend." 2888|(My singing, my sister, is as new 2888|As is the summer to the North.) 2888|"O you've got nothing to regret, 2888|The world has none but a single joy, 2888|And I've had it, not once or twice, 2888 ======================================== SAMPLE 25610 ======================================== 24869|The chiefs all went to heaven, and found 24869|No place of resting in the skies. 24869|The heroes all at once confessed 24869|The truth they saw: they bade thee rise 24869|And bear to Angad their great bow, 24869|And cast it in the harbour’s tide. 24869|And forth the glorious bows were strung 24869|Ere night had reached half parturient day. 24869|Rise, King Sugríva, to the tide, 24869|And welcome to thy realm again: 24869|With thy proud host a league is spread 24869|And Angad’s town within thy walls. 24869|Here stand to-night: let dawn appear 24869|And thy new-built town adorn.” 24869|Sugríva, with his son, laid down 24869|And sought the shore with joyful heart. 24869|When morning dawned upon the hill 24869|A league away the city lay. 24869|And soon the people saw each other 24869|And mingled with the morning throng: 24869|The hosts were scattered as they came; 24869|Some stood with bows and shafts and bow, 24869|Some with their bows and maces they bore, 24869|Some with their spears, with maces and they 24869|In martial line advanced to fight. 24869|Sugríva’s hosts in furious strife 24869|Received the stranger and pursued: 24869|They met, they smote, their hosts to bound 24869|In death and rout by force o’erthrown. 24869|The host of Angad and his crew, 24869|As he advanced by forest side, 24869|The Rákshas legions saw and fled 24869|Each to his various station led. 24869|With swords on necks of bravest ones 24869|The host was swept by storm to chase: 24869|And from the sea rose mighty billows, 24869|And sea-birds flying far, they flew. 24869|O’er mountain, hill, and river’s side 24869|These legions rushed with spears outspread. 24869|By mountain-folk and birds that sing 24869|Through forests and along the lea. 24869|Or, rushing through the crowded street 24869|With fearful shouts they drowned their foes, 24869|And, slaughtering, scattered all 24869|The city with a rout o’erpowered. 24869|The mighty hosts that chased the pair 24869|Fought in the twilight, wet, and cold, 24869|And fell, by darkness chased, by night, 24869|Or in the dawn’s aerial blaze. 24869|As when two lions charge with rage, 24869|And rend their jaws as from a snake, 24869|Or wolves are slain by cows in fight, 24869|So rained the host in fearful wise. 24869|They charged, they smote, their swords and spears 24869|Gripped with their hands and hurled like trees 24869|Or giant bears that spring through all 24869|Their passes, or in forest hold. 24869|The royal Angad, when he viewed 24869|The dying hosts on every side, 24869|With tears that touched the sight and gazed 24869|On these unnumbered men who fell, 24869|This answer made to all he heard: 24869|“Vain, careless, reckless, is the brave: 24869|To-morrow, when we take our way 24869|To meet destruction, we may fall; 24869|To-day, if not this night, must die. 24869|Now tell me, Rákshas King, how died 24869|The best of men, the chief, the king? 24869|On earth I saw no other there 24869|Than thou, most lovely maiden, there.” 24869|Then he again began to speak, 24869|And cried, with tears on either brow, 24869|That no one else could hope to die 24869|Than thou, most lovely maiden, there. 24869|The hero Ráma thus addressed 24869|The glorious hero Lakshmaṇ near: 24869|“Go with Sugríva, my good friend, 24869|And be his faithful servant true. 24869 ======================================== SAMPLE 25620 ======================================== 30672|As if the soul were sleeping by the breath 30672|Which from th' eternal fountain springs 30672|To form each living atom, in whom 30672|The bright eternities of heaven are known. 30672|Then in th' eternal spirit, the pure 30672|And tranquil breath of her whose soul is love, 30672|Spreads on an airy carpet far and wide, 30672|To meet her in the joys of Paradise. 30672|And there the great Spirit of the sky, 30672|Lift up his wing through every ray, 30672|And through the bright clouds on high, 30672|Pierce the bright majesty of bliss, 30672|A pure and radiant glory, like 30672|The pure and holy spirit of all spring. 30672|Fain, in the pure and purest ecstasy 30672|When life and life's effects are blended, 30672|In the soft glow of heaven and earth, 30672|From the first dim dawn to the last day, 30672|We, with all our woe and anguish, 30672|Homeward go, each on the wings of hope, 30672|When the spirit and the body 30672|Swell the purest, fairest of gifts-- 30672|Life, health, and happiness! 30672|Hush, son! that heavenly angel sings 30672|In the fragrant evening, when the dew, 30672|With the dew condensing, fills the leaves 30672|And the earth a heaven of roses makes, 30672|When the spirit and the body 30672|Swell the purest, fairest of gifts-- 30672|Life, health, and happiness! 30672|Hush, Son! 'mid the clouds, 30672|Where the stars are shining, 30672|Hear it in the silence of the air, 30672|Loud through all the heaven that's lifting, 30672|Faint as singing in the silence,-- 30672|"Glad is the soul that's free 30672|To the joys it cannot have; 30672|And the body, its bondage breaking, 30672|And the soul, with all its sorrow blest." 30672|Hush, dear Son! the angel-words 30672|Are the voice of the Father, 30672|Who on a sad and suppliant heart 30672|Repaying, to a silent throne 30672|Reclaims it, when death's dark cloud 30672|Darkens o'er the path o'er life, 30672|Filling the spirit with a glory, 30672|As in the bosom of the grave. 30672|He, who has loved him, still doth live 30672|And is one with his beloved; 30672|But the flesh still lingers and is weak 30672|To be one with the soul, whose love 30672|Is the heart of the heart of man, 30672|As the white star is in the sky at midnight; 30672|To live and to die, and not let slip 30672|The light on a long evening of toil. 30672|Where a world's and a world's only love 30672|Is but half-lived, where the spirit 30672|Shrinks from the touch of earthly strife, 30672|But has still its heavenly dwelling, 30672|There the soul is to God like the dove, 30672|But on the wing of clouds and cloud-curtains, 30672|Troubles that it never knew before, 30672|Hangs in unearthly silence, waiting 30672|For the light that never will come; 30672|And to gather and drink in the full stream 30672|Of the full life, there its wings it flings 30672|Back upon itself with fearful cries, 30672|For the voice of the holy angel 30672|Hath not sounded on earth since time began. 30672|Hush, Son! in your prayer I do not say 30672|For the love that I breathe to you, 30672|But for the love the Holy Ghost 30672|Hath poured out from the mystic bosom 30672|Of eternity, where it flows 30672|In the fervid words that ever flow, 30672|And in the pure light that burns 30672|Through the silence of the soul's dark night-- 30672|For love and for light, dear Son,--for love 30672| ======================================== SAMPLE 25630 ======================================== 1304|Where th' immortal roses bloom, 1304|Not that I love her, but that I love the lilies, 1304|I love those that sigh and those that love to sigh, 1304|Those that love the sun, those that love the mist! 1304|That love the light, that love the sound, 1304|And the deep-dyed azure sky. 1304|But ye, that love another, all love I mean, 1304|For the light that cleaves them and the sound that fills 1304|The heart with love--and lo! the thistle-down below: 1304|Thorns for th' other flowers to scathe, 1304|And for your love to dread! 1304|For me, I love the wild-flowers wild and wild 1304|A-flutter in the wind. 1304|The wild birds that their loves have won 1304|Have made a merry-make 1304|And make their love a noble thing, 1304|I love but--love alone. 1304|I love and hate and all the things 1304|That be, and nothing in all the world 1304|At all times has place. 1304|Yet this I seem the least in beauty 1304|And most in heart--and I shall see 1304|The sun grow late, and see the star 1304|It was a-stand the night away, 1304|I walked along the grassy edge 1304|Of that long-drawn valley. 1304|A-wearyen'd there had come 1304|A lady, with lovely laughing mien, 1304|And silent step. 1304|So I took one look from her brown eyes, 1304|One half-dreaded smile-- 1304|Then walked away content. 1304|I walked beside the stream's edge down 1304|Where never bird sang 1304|I walked along that lonely place 1304|For hours and hours. 1304|I watched the wild-deer dance to death 1304|In the soft mist, 1304|And there came to me a murmurless strain, 1304|A wistful wail 1304|For love that would not come to-night 1304|In those far lands. 1304|I watched a starless storm of mist 1304|Pour from the night-waken'd clouds 1304|And fall upon the sea. 1304|My heart with pity grew, for I saw 1304|The dark eyes bright 1304|Of a girl close by, and I knew 1304|The cry of a child. 1304|The day was old and cold and gray; 1304|The air was wet 1304|With the dreary noon that never comes 1304|In the blue hills of noon. 1304|Then I stole in the shade, with a sigh, 1304|And thought of him 1304|That lies in his silent bed in death, 1304|Who did not see 1304|The ever-breaking wail of sorrow 1304|That pierced the darkness. 1304|I closed my eyes, but still within, 1304|Alone in the gloom 1304|That had twin sorrows--for she was still, 1304|And he was near. 1304|And suddenly I felt him cry 1304|Beneath a tear-- 1304|A tear that fell upon the grass 1304|That stood so near. 1304|'Tis not the cry my heart will utter, 1304|But then I know 1304|How it will sound and echo far, 1304|Over the gloom, 1304|And over my spirit's slumbers, 1304|While love returns; 1304|A love that may not seem to move, 1304|But only seem to speak in my ear 1304|In strange confusion: 1304|The voice of one who is too blind 1304|To know myself; of love that is blind 1304|To make me feel: 1304|But who can do without a thought? 1304|A love that may not seem to move 1304|Because I cannot see. 1304|The night wore on, 1304|And the sad stars, 1304|Like twilight fishermen, 1304|Sought the sea: 1304|'Tis a tale untold 1304|Of love that is lost, 1304|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 25640 ======================================== 36954|And every single one of the folks will find their time 36954|This day shall be a treat for them. 36954|The crowd was now beginning to swell, 36954|When "Hey!" they heard, just very loud -- 36954|The folks from all over the country 36954|Have come to attend, at the invitation of H. H. 36954|And here was the list of the grand winners: 36954|For these and the whole lot of things 36954|That were sent forth just yesterday, 36954|They made a deal of being some of the most respectable folks 36954|That ever yet came to town. 36954|And to the people who said "Good day" 36954|To a whole list of gifts they sent us last year, 36954|Keep your compliments to those folks 36954|Whom we've found to be most helpful. 36954|I'll not deny that I sometimes wish 36954|They'd never come--that I were still alive 36954|To watch them at dinner or at tea, 36954|And have my picture taken 36954|With all the pretty pictures they send us; 36954|But, you see, if I would, I'm sure 36954|I could--might be--better; 36954|So, if you'd like to come and see me, 36954|Don't keep me waiting for a minute, 36954|But come and give me a call, 36954|If you're up to a man or more, 36954|And like to hear a story-book story 36954|For children in the story-book, 36954|I would be happy to give you 36954|The very best you think of! 36954|But that's to be expected, really, 36954|From such a great, high-spirited fellow, 36954|So kind and so sincere! 36954|And he has nothing of the _grouchy_ kind, 36954|Which is all I can say, 36954|Because, you know, his attitude 36954|Is not the sort to make 36954|A friend like himself a dear boy, 36954|And keep him out of my way; 36954|But I'll simply say when we're alone 36954|--He is a thoughtful fellow, 36954|And very much like one we'd wish 36954|To have a close of with us once a year, 36954|In some delightful woodland glen, 36954|And talk about what's going on 36954|With every one, in turn, 36954|And make some good books in their turn, 36954|And always talk at his ease, 36954|Or sing the ancient Greek: 36954|And always come and take my hand, 36954|And kiss mine, and smile in mine, 36954|And do not seem to know me at all. 36954|He, having his hand in mine, 36954|I cannot make him leave me, 36954|And I can see what I would have, 36954|And feel what I would hate, 36954|And feel what I would not feel; 36954|But his dear, sweet, tender eyes, 36954|With a soft, kindly look of cheer 36954|Shall never, never speak to me, 36954|And that is all I can say. 36954|But he is quite a kind old man, 36954|And always will be so 36954|For every one his friends give 36954|Or ask him where he is roaming? 36954|And his heart he always will have 36954|A safe and a good enough bank 36954|He shall not ask to loose. 36954|And there may come a day-- 36954|But I'm not waiting yet, 36954|Nor for another year, 36954|Nor in the thousand-twelve 36954|Nor in the thousand-thirty, 36954|Nor when I think upon 36954|Thinking upon him even 36954|While my heart fills up with joy 36954|And the old love grows stronger 36954|In my fond old heart, 36954|I will find a room 36954|Where all the windows look 36954|Out over the broad and pleasant land; 36954|And there I will walk in the sunshine; and there I will talk 36954|And laugh and sing with the children and talk to them together. 36954|Sometimes I will come down, and ======================================== SAMPLE 25650 ======================================== 9579|By her own hand, to death; 9579|Whilst the old English mother-- 9579|Our own, our only 9579|Our hearts hold on as one; 9579|And in their hearts is our grave. 9579|So on through life we see 9579|Love's hand still guiding 9579|In that dark and holy way. 9579|Still, where all is hard and high, 9579|Where fame is scarce and doubt is strong, 9579|And suffering on Departed Ground 9579|Has such a hold that those who see it fail, 9579|It yet sustains them when the sun is set; 9579|Still, where our own land was home to springs, 9579|Breathing the old familiar air, 9579|And ripe for harvest, glad and gay, 9579|Rests in the memory of the morn. 9579|Still through our country's soil divine 9579|Do footsteps of industrious men dwell; 9579|We miss them not in peacefulness; 9579|But if a thought of theirs should reach our ears, 9579|Or if somuch of deep emotion touched 9579|Our souls while gazing on Departed Ground, 9579|We tend it with a love as still Original 9579|As fired by it, and forever stir 9579|In our hearts a still higher fervor, 9579|Till all the old enthusiastic ardor 9579|And all the old enthusiastic tears 9579|Are with that soil forever fabled, leaf 9579|And fern and brier and grasshopper 9579|Grown intermingled, as a weed 9579|Grows with the rocks beside the road; 9579|So, on Departed Ground, with every birth 9579|Of enthusiastic and solemn thought, 9579|Fresh memories of a common land 9579|Rise up and gather round us here; 9579|We see them, and the Vale itself is verdant 9579|And full of sunshine as the dream of it. 9579|The city in its greatest impress 9579|Lies scattered ways between us and the land; 9579|A long, wide way the sky holds back, 9579|And the deep-laden river swings between. 9579|A city's ways divide us from the sea, 9579|And our strong life is not wholly peaceful 9579|Unless it is full of traffic and loud 9579|And noisy thoroughfares, where, day by day, 9579|The same strong spirit that brought us forth 9579|Moves at our feet and teaches us to live. 9579|Life is a vineyard. See the bounding vine! 9579|Live in the vineyard and you grow strong. 9579|Life's vineyards are the paths of the dead. 9579|Live them. _I the Vineyard_ love you more 9579|Than I do here upon this shining page 9579|The page of truth, the page where I shall write 9579|My happy name, and you will read it true, 9579|And be the first to love and rejoice. 9579|For the Vineyard is the life of the soul, 9579|The soul that makes for God and learns from God; 9579|Its joy, its sorrow, its divine delight, 9579|And its eternal dream, and its eternal need. 9579|But Rome is passing, and the Vineyard lies waste, 9579|And blind, for lack of guardians, where it once 9579|Preserved wise men from every human hate, 9579|Now only marks the idle vineyard lord. 9579|Farewell! for I must go. 9579|The song is ended. 9579|It was a day of quiet, 9579|A cloudless even-song 9579|Was streaming from the sky 9579|As from a lamp unfired 9579|Its last luxuriance fell. 9579|The old, old story told 9579|That all the world was fair, 9579|And all things were made new 9579|And all things gave delight. 9579|And memory of the old 9579|Had caught the magic tone 9579|And wafted it afar, afar, 9579|And, lo! it is not long 9579|Before I see the gleam 9579|Of the good star, a happy heart, 9579|'Twixt earth and sky, ======================================== SAMPLE 25660 ======================================== 1727|his hands upon his sword. I made no answer, but waited 1727|at home with the others. The suitors came home to supper, 1727|but Eurymachus came back again and asked his mother. I 1727|was greatly in the mind to go home. I could not go with him 1727|on the occasion, but it was resolved. Eurymachus sat at 1727|home alone, and I said, "Father, we must make our home by 1727|the side of the sea, and I must go and tell my mother about 1727|it. I am now much loathe to lie out so long and watch her 1727|while I am out in the open air alone. Let us, then, make a 1727|final farewell and get away. Make a good voyage, and we 1727|shall come back happy." 1727|"How do you like my ship," she asked me once more, "my 1727|saviour?" "My wife," I answered, "it is as fine a ship as 1727|can be, and of a superior cast. I have seen the topsaws 1727|shooting as they whipped about the rope. 1727|"But tell me about your men of the Phaeacians," I began; 1727|"Are they doing well in their voyage to Ilios, or is something 1727|going on between them and the people of Ithaca? Then tell me 1727|some of the chief men of that people, so that I may know how 1727|they did." 1727|"In good time," he said, "they will set sail for the people of 1727|Ilios; the men who are in the ship will be sent over to Laest 1727|Agamas--as soon as they are quite well acquainted with the 1727|sea and the land--to look after the goods, and to run the 1727|ships till they get back to us. There is nothing wrong about us 1727|if our ships be well got together, but it would be better for us 1727|to make a good voyage, and to bring as many as we can, to take 1727|up the goods over to the city." 1727|"But are those the Phaeacian men whom you speak of, who are the 1727|Phaeacians?" I asked. 1727|"They are the men of the Phaeacians," he replied, "but 1727|a Phaeacian in this we should not give our lives to a god. There 1727|are other kinds of gods come about to please certain people. 1727|For instance, there is the Cyclops, who is always destroying the 1727|people of the Ithaca as they fly down towards the mainland: 1727|they are a hard lot; we must always think of ourselves." 1727|Our master's speech was of great use in our minds, and we 1727|wished that we could make it less. We knew that we should have some 1727|good harp-strings, and were now in somewhat of a mood. 1727|Then we could try some passages that we hadn't played before, 1727|for we found the whole piece quite wonderful. 1727|We played through the whole thing slowly in silence, and then when he 1727|had got through with it we did so louder and for longer 1727|time, for there were more notes and fewer staves in each 1727|note. We knew that by ears as good as the others and had 1727|heard them to the chagrin, but now we played them as though we 1727|had rather that they were all of them. Our host did not seem at all 1727|like to try to take anything away from the notes or anything 1727|otherwise. 1727|"But I see now it is time you should go home," returned I, "and 1727|give me a draught of water. I am going to put the ship to 1727|pleasure by, when we set sail." 1727|"Oh," he said, "my friend, you will not like my boasting. 1727|We are not quite ready," he continued, "without some 1727|slight demonstration as to what the meaning of the poem is. It 1727|is for you (not I if you have a stronger arm) to make a 1727|provision to keep yourself occupied throughout the journey. 1727|You have the ship and sail going ======================================== SAMPLE 25670 ======================================== 29700|A fair and fertile land, 29700|In fair and fertile soil 29700|They builded their fair city. 29700|For them earth was young, 29700|For them she was 29700|In flower and fruit 29700|The fruitages of years 29700|Were gathered in her hair 29700|And on her brow the snow, 29700|In summer's warm, serene. 29700|And, after them, the stream 29700|That ran and sang by day, 29700|And smiled and murmured 29700|Through all its course, till dusk, 29700|Are buried by the earth. 29700|The river ran away 29700|To a far-off lake 29700|In woods that, green as May, 29700|Were filled with birds and flowers, 29700|While, as the waters sank, 29700|The city reeled and fell. 29700|Far, far away, in a place away from our eyes, 29700|The river ran and smiled and murmured from the land. 29700|The city that still from the waters went away, 29700|And the rivers were silent on the future coast. 29700|The stream that ran and streamed still on the coast and far, 29700|And the lake's waters had been gathered many times. 29700|The city, the river, the lake-waves, and all that was, 29700|Were but the fable of a happy and strange dream. 29700|Then out and spoke the wind, 29700|And in his face I saw, 29700|How he had dreamed a dream 29700|That seemed like truth to me, 29700|And as I looked from his eyes, 29700|I saw the heaven of his soul. 29700|I saw the glory of the firmament 29700|In the eyes of the wind, who seemed, by my consent, 29700|The prophet of the coming time. 29700|In his fierce eyes I saw the sun-- 29700|The living eye that shines on men's sins and they-- 29700|Who is his time and place--a shadow o'er me, 29700|A half-forgotten shadow; and he sighed 29700|Out of his lips, and the silence came and went 29700|From his voice still as the voice of a bird, 29700|While the earth and the skies were his. 29700|The angel of the forest, 29700|The angel of the city, 29700|The angel of the river 29700|That ran and sang by day, and laughed-- 29700|So long as they smiled-- 29700|The shadow of my soul. 29700|The world was growing old-- 29700|The earth was growing dim-- 29700|But there was one whose life was lived 29700|In the days departed. 29700|He breathed from the earth. 29700|He was a man whose feet 29700|Ran on for ages, and his hair 29700|Was grey, and his hair was white, 29700|And all his eyes were bright 29700|And as his life had been, 29700|So was his birth, at last. 29700|And all his hopes rested on one 29700|Folk of the place; and evermore 29700|His eyes grew sharp upon her, 29700|And from his lips grew tremulous 29700|A voice for her, like dew 29700|Of evening trembling in the trees. 29700|She heard it, and she smiled, and said, 29700|With sweetest tones, "I do not care 29700|If I are dead or alive, 29700|I shall not die, I shall not live," 29700|And the grave for him was made. 29700|The wood is full of flowers, 29700|The summer is come; 29700|The breeze is blithe and gay, 29700|And I love all the while. 29700|When the summer-time is here, 29700|When the sunbeam rains 29700|Upon the new-mown hay, 29700|I love all the while. 29700|When the leaves are growing green, 29700|And the flowers are born, 29700|I love to see them twine 29700|About the elder's grave. 29700|I love, and I love alone, 29700|All the live-long day, 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 25680 ======================================== 16059|Un valientes y cuenta 16059|El viento entre las cosas 16059|Que tenemos muy funestos 16059|Amor algunos desposar, 16059|En esta vez se despoja, 16059|Y esta otra que se recogido. 16059|Con ese prisionera la ciegosa, 16059|Con ese fuerza la frente ley, 16059|Para deslama la voz cuente 16059|Se á rica entre la tierra; 16059|Ni lo recogito y sólo 16059|El rey del sol y la puerta. 16059|«Ví, que me ves, ¡oh lira! 16059|Tus das Leústico amores, 16059|Das los que en las sombras 16059|Vivas y lágrimas aquesta! 16059|«Ví, que me ves, y á Dios! 16059|¡Lira, Dios, vivir! lo queréis 16059|Mi amore y muerte mis enamor! 16059|«Ví, que me ves, ¡oh lira! 16059|¡Oh Dios ves, Ví! yo los que enlaza 16059|Tus dos de la libertad miserad. 16059|«Y si llán me queréis, 16059|Y si llán ves yo queréis, 16059|¡Ves de tanta mis coshi! 16059|«¡Oh Dios ves, Dios ese muerte! 16059|Si, yo tanto al pie y tiene una mudoje 16059|Tres mudoje te metiendo, 16059|Y por eso, ya los que la muda será 16059|De la que le metiendo de la medida, 16059|¡Vida, descona el día 16059|Tres mis cedros, desdichado, 16059|Los que le metiendo de la messes de mi puerta! 16059|_El rey del mío será 16059|Y por eso, ya los que al que le metiendo de mi puerta 16059|De las cuerda que le metiendo de la puerta!_ 16059|Un tiempo son del ocaso, 16059|Y por eso, ya los que le metiendo de mi puerta 16059|De las ásperas que le metiendo de la puerta. 16059|Y un campo escuro, 16059|Y siempre enamorarse 16059|Quien saber, de mi corazón, 16059|Era una noche, del placer, 16059|El sombrero del Dios, de mi sombrero, 16059|Ni la mano de mi fuerte, 16059|Ni la mano de la primaverte. 16059|Ya yo entonces de la noche, 16059|Del genio de mi frente, 16059|Y la mano de mi fiera 16059|De sienes que le metiendo en mi buena sierra 16059|_Al tiempo, ¡oh Dios! ¡fiera vierte!... 16059|¡Asoma, ¡curo y fuerte 16059|Asoma, que mi fiero fuerte! 16059|¡Dios, á mí, te regalaste, 16059|Te regalaste, te calla, te vega, te paz, 16059|Te niebla te acudo, 16059|¡La luna se le mueve 16059|De las palmas ví, de mi vida, 16059|Al paso de la tierra 16059|De más apuestas cariñas, 16059|¡Cómo yo vi hacer moridoras! 16059|¡Ay, tú que me parecece 16059|Si siempre en mi boca 16059|Y siempre con el moneda 16059| ======================================== SAMPLE 25690 ======================================== 24334|A little while, and they'd start a-smiling. 24334|So he started his feet--he took the place; 24334|And by and by he was at the front 24334|That never has heard of the first-rate man. 24334|The little children all kept on their feet 24334|As soon as he was there to make a noise, 24334|And called his name, and turned their noses up, 24334|And stuck their finger in their mouths to eat. 24334|But now you've heard the thing--just how that is; 24334|And what you'll find at the end of the tale; 24334|And what you hear next, and what you're most afraid. 24334|A man that came to a town, 24334|With a bag and a whistle as doleful as he was, 24334|He wore a sort of a bird's-bill plume, 24334|A white feather was plumed upon his beak; 24334|And yet I'm sure that he could easily drive 24334|The beggars that so used to call him "Sir Bum." 24334|I hope it's a thing that is not too silly 24334|To be true in the way that I say; 24334|For I know a man who is quite as silly, 24334|Who is quite as witty as Sir Bum. 24334|This is a very good little book 24334|To make men say good morrow; 24334|The author never seemed to know 24334|That the last line ought all to end with "M." 24334|"This is a very good little book 24334|To put in the hand of the man 24334|Who is about to make a fuss 24334|About some very few friends." 24334|For, as to our own--I have not seen 24334|The whole history of our Lord's church, 24334|From first to last, like the world at large, 24334|As a man writing a morning paper 24334|From the utmost rank to the lowest rank, 24334|From little-to-many, to little-to-none, 24334|From rank to rank, and rank again to rank, 24334|It would--without having been written down-- 24334|Take you, at a glance, through the whole,-- 24334|The beginning to the end,-- 24334|The end and beginning, and the whole, 24334|It would take you, at a glance, through the whole. 24334|Yes, not from the beginning may it be-- 24334|Not from the beginning, and no more; 24334|But just the end, and the whole of the tale, 24334|It would take you, at a glance, through the whole. 24334|And I have heard some people swear that they 24334|Will think of no matter what comes after, 24334|And make no mistake, _he_ must have a doubt 24334|What comes after the end of his story. 24334|But, in the church--and there are other 24334|Church-yards and end times and all that,-- 24334|(_To the_ end of the _Pastoral Advice_) 24334|When _he_ is at church, he'll be sure to come 24334|That way, e'er the day comes round again, 24334|To the end of the church's story,--and the end! 24334|It was the time when all the guests 24334|Had gathered on the last Friday night,-- 24334|The festival of the merry lark 24334|And the old town's feast and revelry; 24334|The town where the old oak trees grow, 24334|And the dark pines hang high above, 24334|And the water runs with the current cool, 24334|And the water-cresses nod and swell 24334|Under the feet of the little streams, 24334|So rang the guests in a crowd-- 24334|There was Sir Percival the King, 24334|And the Duke of Devonshire noblewoman; 24334|And a lord, who wore a kilt on his head, 24334|And a maid, with an eye as clear, 24334|As the morning of all the day,-- 24334|And a dame with her hair all awry, 24334|And a churl, from the abbey low, 24334 ======================================== SAMPLE 25700 ======================================== 8187|Is like my mother, that dear lady, 8187|Whose beauty, in her youth, did shine 8187|As bright and fair for thee as now! 8187|How soon will she be gone, 8187|In the blissful land of peace, 8187|Where all things beautiful exist, 8187|'Tis but to tell her she's gone. 8187|But the days when in our hearts 8187|Love still lingers on 8187|Come long, come quickly past, 8187|And--at length she's like the rose, 8187|And the heart still breaks in vain. 8187|Come, then, let us to the temple go 8187|And bring back love's glory back to me; 8187|Come to my breast, and there let us stay, 8187|And never think of her without, love; 8187|Away, away, ye lovers all, 8187|To thine, thy love is like a star, 8187|A ray of infinite brightness! 8187|All the summer-tide and all the fall 8187|Could I choose but give thee, oh, one kind of boon, 8187|The only star of my fair summer-night, 8187|Then would I turn a smile upon thee then, 8187|While many a summer shines and smiles above, 8187|And all the night, if but my light could see, 8187|I might be thy only pleasure and thou my night. 8187|If but thy smile could draw me then in clay, 8187|Then every thought, desire, and feeling were 8187|That floats along the soul before her eyes 8187|Into a pure, immortal sphere to rise, 8187|Like moons, at morning, bright as thine own-- 8187|Sweet, simple, beautiful, and full of love 8187|For all that sits beneath the moon at night. 8187|Then all that glads or charms me in the day 8187|Might be thy light, thy charm, thy only charm; 8187|And then might all, the proudest and the best, 8187|Grow bright as thou, oh, love, and happy too! 8187|Come, then, and to the Temple take thy way, 8187|Where still those pious shepherds wait thy steps,-- 8187|There, in the midst of all their joy and light, 8187|They still shall find the way of God's own right. 8187|Oh! then, the shepherds of the holy sheepfold, 8187|If but thy smile could draw them then in clay, 8187|Then every thought, desire, and feeling were 8187|That floats along the soul before her eyes 8187|Into a pure, immortal sphere to rise, 8187|Like moons, at morning, bright as thy own-- 8187|Sweet, simple, and full of love for all that sleeps 8187|Amongst the blossoms of the lovely East, 8187|Then let the shepherds still their listening ears 8187|For tidings of the peace and rest below, 8187|And, in their quietness, hear thee as they sigh. 8187|From the wild garden of the Lord hath grown 8187|A flower, a holy offering, I ween; 8187|The fairest part of it, beneath the sun 8187|That lighteneth it, is by the bees 8187|Loved by their nymphs so richly and so mild, 8187|When, over and over, they sing their lay 8187|As white as Aurora's lilies lie 8187|Sheltered in mosses from the sun's rays cast, 8187|They say, beneath this flower that grows to-day 8187|And bloometh so fair, 'twill be dewless all 8187|When morning's beams have left it in the grass. 8187|And thus my soul hath told its prophecy, 8187|And oft have felt itself in the bee's blossom;-- 8187|For, as their humming round hath told it me, 8187|In all the world it is the flower I love, 8187|And all the day that brings it forth, 'tis life! 8187|This flower is not so fresh and new as some, 8187|But with its summer-light all morning long, 8187|Gleameth, sweet and lucent, like morning dew, ======================================== SAMPLE 25710 ======================================== 20956|That's to do it, O! 20956|When all the world goes by, 20956|And all the birds are silent, 20956|To-day, to-day, to-day; 20956|Tho' thou be silent, still. 20956|Oh! if I was rich in dreams, or were silent, 20956|And my heart's in slumber, 20956|What should I care?-- 20956|All the world may change and perish with it, 20956|'Tis a happy use, 'tis a precious lesson, 20956|To think and feel without a fear: 20956|Or it may be that the change has been deferred, 20956|To-day--to-day! 20956|For the world has no future, and no past, 20956|And we are doomed together, 20956|If we should be false to each other, and blind, 20956|To-day, to-day, to-day! 20956|If my heart's a mine, if my head's a bed 20956|Where the winking stars are laid, 20956|How great soever hearts, and hands, and hands, 20956|There is a lot of sorrow 20956|And a lot of pain-- 20956|A lot of sorrow--a lot of trouble-- 20956|And a lot of weariness. 20956|Now the world is a lot of room! 20956|My heart is a mine, my heart is a mine: 20956|Now the world is a lot of room! 20956|Now, my little blue eye hath found 20956|The secret of its mother, 20956|For she laughth like a girl on the move . . . . 20956|How she laugheth, who can tell! 20956|Now then, my little blue eye, 20956|My little blue eye, 20956|When your little blue eye is born, 20956|When your tiny blue eye is born, 20956|Then the days of love are over, 20956|And the stars will be set! 20956|When you hear the little wind 20956|Mocking my infancy; 20956|Holding by my little hair 20956|Warm from the morning's bed, 20956|When the stars are set in the sky 20956|All of life is a bubble, 20956|All of life is a speck, 20956|When the stars are set in the sky, 20956|And the light is faint and shod; 20956|When the light is faint and shod, 20956|Then the tears will fall fast, 20956|When the tears will fall fast; 20956|When they fall fast, then shall death, 20956|The death of the world, be done, 20956|And the world shall be made whole 20956|When each little body is made whole . . . 20956|When each little body is made whole. 20956|To that little voice I know 20956|Lamented and weeping I come, 20956|So tired of this place in life 20956|So lonely and alone. 20956|In the world of song I see my little sun; 20956|And the stars are circling with light; 20956|"I have kissed them," I think, "my little sun," 20956|When I come home to thee. 20956|So weary, so wearied, so worn, 20956|So faint, the little white wings 20956|Shall rise and go down with the rising sun 20956|That lifts my little sun. 20956|From the far-off, glorious West 20956|I call a bier to thee 20956|Which shall be the ashes of the dead; 20956|Then sleep awhile and rest, 20956|Till the stars to other nights and days 20956|The coming and going come, 20956|And he who lies by thee was fair. 20956|And the voice of the poet hath a word 20956|Which he calls, "Mourn," and who shall say 20956|Who has no word for "Mourn"? 20956|Who hath no word for "Rest"? 20956|"Weary, weary, weary," sighing, 20956|And the cold wind to me 20956|Whispers, "Weary, weary," weeping weeping, 20956|"Merry, merry, merry," he saith ======================================== SAMPLE 25720 ======================================== 1322|To the moon with the silver stars and her light, 1322|(To the moon, to the stars, stars, 1322|In all the sky.) 1322|The blackbird makes no lamentation but waits. 1322|The swallows drowsily have left the walls, 1322|And are gone in their flight. 1322|The stars have left the hill and the skies and sea, 1322|Fading from view, 1322|And are lost like a dream in the vast of night, 1322|The blackbird's cry, 1322|In the darkness over the field, the tree, the hill, 1322|With the wild crescents flying in their flight, 1322|The wild crescents falling, falling, 1322|The dark owl calling, calling, from his oakwood fir tree, 1322|Calling for God, by its lattice high in Lebanon, 1322|My soul and body, body and soul, 1322|The dark owl calling, calling, with its oakwood fir tree. 1322|(The white owlet is the bird of the night, 1322|The white owl is the star of the night.) 1322|The crescents falling, falling, 1322|Fallen, falling, falling, 1322|(To the floor of the ocean,) 1322|The crescents falling, falling, falling, 1322|(From the height of the hill of God,) 1322|(The crescents falling, falling, falling.) 1322|From the height of the hill of Eternity, 1322|From the face of the Unending, 1322|(To the eye of the morning,) 1322|From the heights above the mountains, 1322|(The sun and the stars of the East,) 1322|The crescents falling, falling, falling, 1322|(The stars in the depth of the blue,) 1322|The dark owl calling, calling, from his oakwood fir tree, 1322|Calling to me by its oakwood lattice high in Lebanon, 1322|Calling to me, calling to me, 1322|Calling to the moon, calling, to her starry throne, 1322|Call me, I come, I, day and night, 1322|Of the whole sky, of the whole world, 1322|Om, I come, I, day and night, 1322|In front of all of you eyes, 1322|The moon, the stars of the East. 1322|(The owl makes no lamentation but waits, 1322|The moon hears the call and makes no reply, 1322|To the floor of the ocean,) 1322|(The star of the East makes no reply.) 1322|Over the hill there stands the sacred tree I, 1322|Laid in the earth when all things was together, 1322|With saplings, fruit and blossoms of all types, 1322|And blossos, and leaves of different flowers. 1322|The leaf, it seems, is only a seed-cone and a bud, 1322|So in its branches are buds and leaves and fruit. 1322|The tree of knowledge is the fruit of knowledge, 1322|And the fruit is knowledge of things most unknown; 1322|I speak of science, 1322|There in the Eastern part of the sky, 1322|With the Orient in the north and the Nights in the east, 1322|Saying, the Tree of Knowledge is a seed, I know. 1322|I speak of the tree of knowledge, 1322|Of the fruit of knowledge is a seed, 1322|And the fruit, I say, is the tree of knowledge, 1322|Knowing itself, for knowledge is itself, 1322|Wherein is no beginning, 1322|But a knowledge endures for ever. 1322|In the east, 1322|(The Orient between the Orientals, 1322|The Nights and the days with their suns, 1322|The stars, earth, air, water, life and death, 1322|The seasons, the seasons that make up the whole.) 1322|The seasons, 1322|The stars, earth, air, water, life and death, 1322|And every other being is or was, 1322|As the seasons change and the year changes. 1322|I speak of the seasons, 1322|The seasons, trees, fruits, flowers, ======================================== SAMPLE 25730 ======================================== 42041|It may be 42041|They will be here. 42041|Now let us be merry, you and I, 42041|While we still are in the world here at our home, 42041|Where in the green mosses we may see 42041|The red-leaved wattle bending near 42041|And humming to a new-chum robin gray. 42041|(How we do like to hear him! How his pipe does blow 42041|A merry bugles in the house that Jack built!) 42041|We are not all that sad 42041|And we are not all that shy 42041|But there comes a day, you can feel it now, 42041|When your heart will break, 42041|When your cheek will red 42041|With the thirst it shoots up, 42041|While each sharp little twinge of trouble shows 42041|In the corners of your eye-- 42041|You'll be quite as sad as we to hear 42041|How the fire burns with a fiery gleam, 42041|And how the sparks fly up your throat, 42041|And you choke the water in your glass. 42041|And you will lie in the night 42041|With your ears bent down 42041|And your eyes fast-close; 42041|And then the night will hide you in green moss, 42041|And the fire and the fire will go away. 42041|With the burning eyes and the trembling hair, 42041|The eyes of the girl, 42041|(If the fire stays a year and a day,) 42041|That know it as the old woman still 42041|In the house that Jack built. 42041|With your ears bent low, 42041|And the red tongue of trouble pointing still, 42041|How do you see the fire go out, 42041|With its burning head? 42041|How will you be made whole that day? 42041|Or how will you go up to meet the fire? 42041|Your eyes were closed when the fire came, 42041|And your ears were twisted from the way. 42041|And your fingers are not there 42041|To help you rise 42041|From the floor or help you go up. 42041|Ah, but the fire will sing; 42041|The fire will kiss your mouth; 42041|Will climb the window sill, 42041|Till it sees you standing there; 42041|Will laugh for very glee, 42041|And climb the window sill; 42041|Till it turns to the bird that sings 42041|All night by the blue wall, 42041|The blue window in the house that Jack built. 42041|(There is no bird in the tree, 42041|Save the one in the apple tree; 42041|There is no apple in the tree.) 42041|We must not sit and read, 42041|He is coming now; 42041|(There is no door in the house that Jack built, 42041|Nor any window but wide open, 42041|And they cannot see him, 42041|And they cannot see him moving: they do not know 42041|And they cannot let him in.) 42041|For there is a man of war 42041|At the other end of the town who sits astride the road, 42041|He is a stranger of nothing but house and hound and deer; 42041|And he will tell you, if he can, 42041|A tale of a man who is coming. 42041|A tale of a man who is coming, 42041|(But the tale is told to him, 42041|And he listens and he listens and he listens, 42041|For he sees the fire light up the sky, 42041|And he sees the trees and he sees the fields all round him, 42041|And he hears the far-off village.) 42041|A tale of a man who is coming. 42041|(Listen and you will hear it, 42041|And if you watch while the tale goes by, 42041|And hear when it drops out in the stillness of its flow-- 42041|You'll see the shadow of the man you are about to meet.) 42041|When the fire of the dead is bright, 42041|And the light of life is fled, 42041|I see the red fire in the shadows 42041|Burn white upon a hearth, ======================================== SAMPLE 25740 ======================================== 1054|And, if any should think them liars, 1054|They must not serve any longer, 1054|I will not let them lie about." 1054|So all her maidens shewed their beauty, 1054|And all her lasses stood in beauty; 1054|To the king it seemed the fairest, 1054|In the world was ever beautiful, 1054|But it came to nothing before. 1054|Then out spake the noble young king: 1054|"I will do all that I can, 1054|For I'm the lord of Northumberland, 1054|And the crown is mine alone; 1054|But I must have a furlong's space 1054|To draw my sword in the field. 1054|"And if for my wife it seemes that I wyll not 1054|Forget my wordes in this wise, 1054|An ye'll find the King of Norway yet, 1054|I will him with my own hand send, 1054|That will the King of Norroway have, 1054|To be a mighty king o' chifty. 1054|"And I will also give away my land, 1054|To be the King o' the land of Norroway, 1054|And of all the lands in all the world, 1054|To him I will most willingly. 1054|"And my son I will make King o master, 1054|And to Norroway he will rule me, 1054|And he shall have a royal blood, 1054|And I will him with my own hand give, 1054|That shall be a mighty man o chifty." 1054|So says the noble young Norroway, 1054|His brows with fury are stain'd; 1054|His right hand holds a sword without a cloke, 1054|That has four oer his hach inlaid. 1054|He goes to his father's presence, 1054|And he gives him up he has gane, 1054|To the King o Norroway gave he, 1054|And to the King of a' the land o Farney gane. 1054|Then out spake the noble Norroway, 1054|His visage pale and his face grown wan, 1054|His hands in the hilt were full sore; 1054|He wept full sore and spake withal, 1054|And bade his people gather before him: 1054|"And now your King! so you have gane, 1054|There is none of you can come by me, 1054|And I'll give you up that you have gane, 1054|If I hae to draw my sword in the field." 1054|Theries then was many a stanza-book, 1054|Gaed up to the King o Farney town, 1054|That for his sons his courage waxed strong, 1054|But all in an hour they'd all been smit, 1054|For never a stanza it got unto him till the day he 1054|brought back his daughter and his wife. 1054|And he'd bring back the lady of Norroway by stealth, 1054|And the King of the Farney town to see him came up, 1054|So fair unto the King he seemed to the lady to rave, 1054|While a wee wee spurt they had on heart, 1054|And the King o Farney to Norroway would fain go ere it fell out, 1054|But was not content in that way to see that noble lad, 1054|"Oh! the King has a wee bit of King's land!" 1054|So says the noble ladies, and each lady, 1054|In her hand had a purple little ring, 1054|Which was gav'n by her dear laddie. 1054|And she gave her lords that went to the Highlanders, 1054|The noble Norwin and the gallant Arthure, 1054|A hundred lang lang weapons, in token, 1054|To spare the life of that king's daughter, Lofoden. 1054|And in token of her lady's love, 1054|That lady's head for to wear lang the morrow, 1054|But it's no for her head or her hair to fill, 1054|But for her lady's gown to be fitted. 1054 ======================================== SAMPLE 25750 ======================================== 1005|For she who, following her love's footsteps, late 1005|Stood at the oar-stroke, now, through wave and frost, 1005|Comes wading barefoot, laden with locust-weed. 1005|O thou for whom I sang, who by the hair 1005|Of Magra borest the old-world tyrant low, 1005|If after keenly feeling what it is 1005|Propensity of love engenders in Man, 1005|To know of tender parents, spouse, or wife, 1005|Thy husband's or sister's failings, I have wrought; 1005|And with timely words attention to avail 1005|Which should with fitting intensity be paid, 1005|Nor leave them sad: nor would I have them dim 1005|Although with grief they seem'd of us the dearer. 1005|Enough for me that, at some distance, I 1005|Have harboured such affection for thee, 1005|That, when thou list, I may in well-doing go, 1005|As thou, to honour thy dear brother call'd. 1005|Already hast thou purchase: read my words, 1005|And shun thou never any fraudful way 1005|Of paltry peculation, lest thy goods 1005|Carry thee to want and shame as puffed up 1005|And driven to insolence by the heat. 1005|Not like a caster casting the loose stones, 1005|When he who works intends to win his hests, 1005|E'er gave the wager for a wife or daughter; 1005|But with the purchase set the price of labour, 1005|And at the purchase rend the sheath: such like 1005|The swellings of a bosom, which the sleepless 1005|Mine took to instruct me in the choisest art, 1005|And measure out the measures of my life. 1005|Look to the shore, and there peruse the waves, 1005|Which, if thou mark, amidst them dancing go, 1005|Just like a very girl, go with thee thro' foam, 1005|With her thou'lt encounter many a hardiment; 1005|But she a joyous gale will drive thee on, 1005|With nought to disturb or hinder thee: 1005|And after, when thou com'st back again to shore, 1005|Thou must perforce perform amiss this tour, 1005|And lay the parcel away where thou hast left it; 1005|For that day's loss it is sure to preserve it." 1005|What more might of more avail endeavour? 1005|She still persisted: so I them besought, 1005|And further question'd more interchangeably; 1005|When of a sudden, with a pain that shook me, 1005|As though of steel pierced, down fell her head: 1005|She sprang up sick, and on my neck laid honeyed 1005|To draw forth sighs. As to digest the meal 1005|We two have often done, with such a pause 1005|That cold perspiration steals through frozen lips, 1005|The night-fisher, skilled in this art, would pause, 1005|Pursuing thus our cold visages, on the tips 1005|Of my fingers, up to the very feather'd tips 1005|How they did wax and wane, so do these feet: 1005|My fears were unintentional, but now I think 1005|I could not hear the fished fish beneath me speak; 1005|For pity I became, and lo! the head 1005|Was of a young galope, innocent of sin. 1005|To my great grief this mercy I beheld, 1005|Nor could my heart contain itself: and, as one 1005|Who sighs for what he saw, prisoner I was 1005|To Virgilian words and mine own self, without 1005|A refuge to secure myself from ire. 1005|On me thus intent the venerable man 1005|Look'd wistfully and said: "After this race 1005|Chosen and sacrificed to thee, let them 1005|Be scattered over the rude country waste." 1005|I dully heard, and with parted lips, 1005|Listing his own song, for the worst had been 1005|Far greater: but, whereat I joy'd, no less 1005|Much he ======================================== SAMPLE 25760 ======================================== 1008|That no mistake of mine is intended. 1008|I came not as the shepherd of the flock, 1008|That keeps the holy hill, whose hearth is near 1008|To God, and to each lamlet whose soft feet 1008|Ripen His dear water, who, ere the month 1008|Of Jubilee closes, with vest and skirt 1008|Enrobed, reappears his earliest play, 1008|A tall and stately creature, and each day 1008|Repaired with weapons and renewed with fleece. 1008|Mine was the forest, not the fruit alone, 1008|But all the attendant yield of my accord. 1008|The evening and the morning chime, the morn 1008|Same; but 'twixt the hours' and the night's repose 1008|Let no one daw'r; no tumult drown with tune 1008|The stillness of the forest, 'twixt night and morning. 1008|Look you, Tancredi, what majestic boughs 1008|Bent to each other, when the tempest blew, 1008|Last week, behind the pine! One side is gone, 1008|Left only, as 'twas planted, with fresh boughs. 1008|Look you, how peeps through vale and thicket, 1008|Beneath the copse, the saughty shepherd's kine! 1008|Mark you the cherries, high in clusters sprouting! 1008|Mark how they border each other, like 1008|The palm frond on the lap of the great horn 1008|O'er which they rest! These would have been thorns 1008|And briers, if the cedar had not moved. 1008|Mark you the flashing of the sparkling streams 1008|That hasten to the sea, as thou dost mark 1008|The palm-trees, and vineyards, and wild beasts, 1008|And birds in their agitated flocks! So fast 1008|Wast thou granted unto me, who was it 1008|That granted thee? And what resumed me 1008|My wearied steps, when I could no longer move, 1008|Though thrown before thee like a lightner? 1008|Asleep I was, and now was lying 1008|Upon a couch smooth, and not a thing stirring 1008|About my body could be heard or seen: 1008|And what remains'd, that should have helped me 1008|A careful eye and still were sunk in sleep. 1008|As the still inhabitant of Hellespont 1008|Shrinks from PROCORDIA (where JUVENAL reigns,) 1008|Aleteia's fountain to a vault of ice; 1008|So from my brain recedes the memory 1008|Of that wild adventure, in which I play'd 1008|The man of men. As there SENECHS live, 1008|When they from Corinth send into the isle 1008|To steal the nymphs, that there enshrining stay, 1008|Their unwelcome presence fill with scorn; 1008|Thus, as into a dark and gloomy hollow 1008|I crept, my forgetfulness shook me 1008|Like the fell stroke of the axe. My weary frame 1008|Satiate was with thought, by which my legs 1008|Were exhausted with their going on. At length 1008|Outward I opened, and took up my head, 1008|That I my visage might with gloom conceal'd 1008|Be more unsuspected. As seems the vapour 1008|That part reveals of magisterial council, 1008|Whence may be gathered, said to me: "What think 1008|OF thine? Lupo from hence departeth not 1008|Thy mind, but of the city thou seest still 1008|Remaineth to ponder, astounded and perplex'd." 1008|"Latian masters!" I exclaim'd, and held my ears 1008|To the steep rushing of the mountain, not 1008|That I at that height desired to hear more, 1008|But to know more of my own thoughts. The voice, 1008|That with respect somewhat smother'd durst appear, 1008|Yet spoke of matters, true and false, that need 1008|Of remembrance: "I am Ramboddia now ======================================== SAMPLE 25770 ======================================== 20956|And still to-day, in Summer, when the wood 20956|Gives forth the blossom of new-born flowers. 20956|No pang, nor fret, but calm and gentle joy, 20956|Sweet love of good, which Heaven ne'er can give, 20956|Is in me now--no grief, no terror wild 20956|Of soul or body, nor the heavy sense 20956|Of empty breath; content, undying will, 20956|And calm delight, which is the blessed birth 20956|Of contented being, even before 20956|It feels itself made glorious and divine. 20956|What if I hear the sweet perfume rise 20956|In heaven from that still breast which now so well 20956|Plays round the life of Love, and feel him fair? 20956|I may be then a woman, since my will 20956|And reason both are with him and his world, 20956|Yet will I keep, like him of old, my mind 20956|For ever to be loving--and for ever. 20956|O sweetest Spring, what ails the world with care? 20956|Why is it grown so full of strife and strife? 20956|Why is it filled so full of men for hate? 20956|Must Nature in her power find ways to kill? 20956|Is Spring's sweet time then turned to woe to me? 20956|O sweetest Spring, is this the spring of peace? 20956|A wise man hath the least pleasure of his life 20956|That he can see the world as in a glass; 20956|And wise men have but this still--the power to see 20956|That which he has not seen. The wise man knows 20956|The power of love, and that is more than words. 20956|O sweetest Spring, O Spring!--what can I see 20956|In thy sweet presence, while mine eyes are dim, 20956|Which hath so much of love to show me in 20956|The spring-time of the year? Does the May-pole crown 20956|With glory thy fair brows on the clear lake, 20956|Or gleam on the mossy bank of the meadow? 20956|Or the dew-drop drop crown thy snow-white hands 20956|With the fine flower-dust that gleams on thy brow, 20956|The dream on sweet flowers? 20956|The spring-time of the year, 20956|Nor in the May-time nor in bloom of May, 20956|Nor now in the morning light, nor yet in fall, 20956|Are the hours and the hours I remember then, 20956|That thus within my soul I must be wist; 20956|That this day I must love; and on the grave 20956|Of all the love that life hath for memory, 20956|How must my thoughts run o'er it--from this hour? 20956|But that I love, all time knows not--all places 20956|Know but my name to the grave. There must I stand 20956|Pale, trembling, heart-forsaken, face to face 20956|'Mid the dead. 20956|I have lived and died, yet, O I know not how, 20956|Sore hurt to me was love, that did not know 20956|In aught how Love's self and I might part; 20956|Nathless, he willed it so, and I am glad, 20956|Knowing now that Love hath taught me what is love, 20956|And what is death. 20956|_Hymn before the Magdalen._ 20956|Before my dear 20956|Before the Magdalen, my dear, 20956|Before my dear, before the Magdalen, 20956|When the dawn had withered the snow, 20956|And the wind was bitter and hard, 20956|I heard the angels softly speak. 20956|They whispered me to rest, they whispered me to slake 20956|My own wild thirst, and slaked indeed my thirst 20956|But I heard not, nor yet was tired 20956|The angels softly speak. 20956|Then I remember, when they spoke, 20956|I heard the angelic tongues of power, 20956|I heard the soft, melodious words. 20956|Then I remember with a tremulous pain, 20956|I heard the soft, mel ======================================== SAMPLE 25780 ======================================== 1417|I wish the sun that's overhead 1417|Was black on all His carven moons. 1417|When there is no more light, 1417|I do not see it yet, 1417|For it has been long and long, 1417|The years are all untold. 1417|It is not in the sky, 1417|It cannot be seen 1417|In the great dark that grows up around me. 1417|It is not in the skies, 1417|That must appear so fair 1417|To those who have the sun's favor. 1417|It is not in the clouds 1417|Or in the rain-fed sand 1417|That always move in slow, unceasing lines. 1417|It is not there by day 1417|In the swift passing sunbeam, 1417|But in the dark, still night, 1417|When no one is awake. 1417|All is lost, and lost in loss. 1417|My heart has passed away 1417|To be with loved ones far 1417|In a fairer heaven, 1417|Where there is no night or day. 1417|I, who have grown so old 1417|Is there any one who will 1417|Find my lost heart's way? 1417|The song in my soul is dead, 1417|I cannot raise it now; 1417|But the little song in my heart 1417|Is a merry little bird, 1417|So I sing it to it, 1417|"If you listen, I will tell you: 1417|There's a place where you need not 1417|Go, though you wish you must." 1417|I hear it in the fields 1417|In the happy Summer rain, 1417|And I know that the stars know it, 1417|For a while last night I lay, 1417|In a dream, in peace and sleep, 1417|And the songs that I heard last night 1417|I do remember as songs. 1417|But in the dream 1417|The birds were singing by, 1417|And they seemed to tell me this: 1417|"Listen, and you may hear 1417|The words we sing, at our feet. 1417|But, ere our songs come forth, 1417|In the very heart of our play 1417|You must lay you down asleep, 1417|And keep yourself awake, 1417|And keep yourselves awake. 1424|I hope that you will be satisfied with this book. 1424|I am a boy, 1424|And all the world is waiting 1424|For little sakes 1424|That I can give. 1424|I hope that I can meet you 1424|With my brown wings 1424|Upon your shoulder, 1424|And so warm you, 1424|Your cheeks and brows. 1424|I hope that I can kiss you 1424|As a little girl, 1424|And so warm, so good, 1424|Your lips and cheeks. 1424|When I wake in the dawn 1424|For the very first time 1424|I am sure to find you, 1424|And your little heart, 1424|With all its sorrows, 1424|Smitten by kisses. 1424|I know that the angel 1424|Will be near to help, 1424|Whispering little words, 1424|And so warm, so good, 1424|To make all its past ghosts 1424|Into little ghosts. 1424|I know that the angels 1424|Will send me a bird, 1424|With a heart full of sunshine, 1424|To tell you all, 1424|How beautiful you are. 1424|I hope that I can love you 1424|With my brown wings, 1424|When my summer sun 1424|Has set and set, 1424|I shall wish, with a song, 1424|To kiss you so, 1424|And kiss you and kiss you, 1424|And so warm, so good, 1424|Little, little, little, little one! 1424|Little, little friend! 1424|All the world for you! 1424|Little, little friend! 1424|I had a little friend, 1424|A friend all the world for me. 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 25790 ======================================== 24894|Hark again to my son; 24894|And you, poor little mother, take 24894|The medicine that I send. 24894|"For I'm sure you've been frightened by 24894|The awful thing I heard!" 24894|Yes, the awful thing I heard is heard 24894|By the wise in learning; 24894|And the wise in teaching he, 24894|For they have a thousand eyes 24894|To see in the dark indeed, 24894|And a thousand tongues to speak. 24894|For the dark and the silent is a circle wide 24894|Where the Holy Ghost is. 24894|Hear it when the dark and the silent is heard 24894|When the wise of the world are fled. 24894|So the awful thing I heard is heard by the saintly few 24894|Of the thousand tongues that speak. 24894|In all our human quarrels 24894|The only ones who talk right, 24894|So he who has the worst of the scolders, 24894|The best of the scolders is; 24894|Harsh and stupid and loud in the dark of the earth's 24894|heart, 24894|His name is--Barry C. Conant. 24894|"Oh, when will my new wife come?" 24894|"When she has hung her bonnet on the mantel-shelf. 24894|"I wish I were dead," said Jack, 24894|"I want to go away, 24894|I'd like to see her and be gone." 24894|With a look as though she could not speak, Jenny looked 24894|down to say, "Not I." 24894|What the devil's it, said Jenny, 24894|Is that look in the bonnet? 24894|Is it the look of a priest?-- 24894|I wish I were dead. 24894|Now, if you only knew, said Jack, 24894|You can give as good as you get; 24894|You may preach the gospel at ninety dollars a year, 24894|And buy a mansion at five hundred and seventy grand; 24894|But, if you only knew, said Jenny, 24894|You can't lead a better life, 24894|No, or the devil's in the air. 24894|There was an old woman in the East, 24894|It was in the year of eighteen four, 24894|Where the blue lake meets the Osage lake. 24894|And the old woman said, every man shall have his; 24894|And if a man has not, there shall he die. 24894|The old woman, what were the thoughts of her, 24894|When she heard the sound of the oorah blowing? 24894|"O, what do you think of old Osage Chief, 24894|"I'm sure I never knew a heart so mean; 24894|I wish that Osage Chief were dead," said the old woman.-- 24894|There was an old woman in a lane, 24894|It was in the year of eighteen four, 24894|Where the sweet lane meets the sweet Roscoe lake, 24894|And the sweet woman said, no sweet thing can thrive 24894|Where there's a gay little village, 24894|And away across the white lake, 24894|The young women in the sun do shout and dance, 24894|And the young men and the dogs do bark. 24894|And they take good horses and men in war, 24894|The young men in armour in raggs, 24894|And draw up an omelette out of the lake, 24894|And away across the lake. 24894|And the old women say, oh, good old women, 24894|What do you get for your dough and your milk? 24894|You get old men, you get poor old women, 24894|And it's your own good girls and boys. 24894|And the old women said, good old women, 24894|You're the best of the best, and you know it, too, 24894|For a dozen of us ======================================== SAMPLE 25800 ======================================== 8187|That's better than our own, 8187|Like all the rest of _ours_-- 8187|But if it's _we_, why, then, 8187|It is our own, after all! 8187|If you would find an Eden there, 8187|Your best endeavour 8187|Must be to let the roses bloom 8187|In the first sweet spot. 8187|Thus _yourself_ the first flower will be; 8187|This world of grief, 8187|Like Eden lost, is far too good, 8187|Or else you perish there. 8187|But _I_, who, far too well, 8187|Shall find an Eden still, 8187|Shall find a world of flowers there, 8187|Where the roses only blow. 8187|'Twill be bright o'er mountain, dale, and sea; 8187|'Twill be bright in field, or shady grove; 8187|'Mid flowery vales, when Summer's gone, 8187|You'll find me sitting, listening still 8187|To the lowing of the cattle near. 8187|And soon the sweetly-swelling corn, 8187|And the spreading vine, will tell 8187|More of Nature's loveliness 8187|Each hour than their husky mother; 8187|Till even the silent night will feel 8187|The kiss she gave me when we met; 8187|Till stars shine out in Paradise 8187|Through the silent bars that tie her. 8187|Then, with my darling darling babe, 8187|On the cool grass by thee straying, 8187|In the moonlight,--but not dreaming-- 8187|I'll sit by thee, and sigh for me! 8187|When she went, dear ones, to tell 8187|The last of her great story, 8187|They sent back the key I lent 8187|Her tombstone to guard; 8187|Though, for her grave, I lent before 8187|One earthen trough. 8187|And when she came with her sweetheart, 8187|To tell them all about it, 8187|We threw the bread around her, 8187|As she said she'd do; 8187|And then in a year or so, 8187|We gave her the key 8187|I lent it to her, but she 8187|Was never seen again! 8187|_One_ tombstone I did see, 8187|Which was broken, you know; 8187|_Two_, but they think 'twas broke 8187|_Three_ years ago, I dare say. 8187|Now a tombstone that _all_ is dust. 8187|Oh, when shall I see that tombstone? 8187|Oh! when shall I feel that grave? 8187|Oh! when shall I see it--whither? 8187|Alas, for all my anxious fears, 8187|It is not to this poor dust I'm doomed, 8187|But to _that_ far dust which is far away; 8187|To that far dust where the dead are but-- 8187|Unperished, and gone back to life. 8187|'Twould be Heaven's own pleasure to see-- 8187|My dear, at this moment--that dead 8187|Soul come back to life at last! 8187|'Tis a very lovely sight to see, 8187|On the green, green turf, a baby's form, 8187|In the light winds straying down the lane; 8187|'Tis a very lovely sight to see 8187|A little yellow star 'neath the grass 8187|Beneath the baby's sleeping face. 8187|So, when all those weary hours 8187|Of sorrow are gone like a dream, 8187|And I'm free thence home to be myself; 8187|Oh, then, dear, kindly, dearest--come, 8187|And tell me all about it all, 8187|How, when you're old, you can make up 8187|Your mind to the Sabbath-break! 8187|I will tell you something, if you'll kindly go back to my 8187|house, 8187|And tell me where I may betake me, 8187|So that, when the day dawns, 8187|I ======================================== SAMPLE 25810 ======================================== 23665|The same is said, 23665|'We've not got any cows, I tell 'ya, now and then; 23665|But the old cow she's got the best of 'em all, 23665|She's so much,--I know she's so,--a good, big fellow,-- 23665|And she lets us take 'em off with a word, just for fun.' 23665|I love good old-fashioned cow-play; 23665|I love to see 'em 'cross the moor; 23665|When I was a boy, I've been told, 23665|There was never any doubt in my mind, 23665|That cow-play was quite the genteel trade. 23665|But lately, as it may be guessed by the refrain, 23665|I've been rather out of my element! 23665|And though I have never been much at fault, 23665|I am glad to confess, in my particular case, 23665|That cow-play is very, very queer--even me! 23665|And sometimes a good old-fashioned fight 23665|Is what we chiefly at wants in the winter give. 23665|And the fair is at hand: 23665|And we'll show our force, 23665|For the Christmas-tide 23665|Is upon us: we'll fight, and kill, and die. 23665|But I fear 'tis a bad fall; 23665|So, pray be careful,--fight, the old cow die; 23665|We'll try the New Year on thee, 23665|And if we win, 23665|I hope we've a good taste to mend things with thee! 23665|At last we got through the gate; 23665|'Twas such a jolly sight to see it all, 23665|You should have seen the number of those that came, 23665|And the crowd and trampling of the feet of men. 23665|The men who all felt as if their feet 23665|Would be sore tried by the foot-trambles sharp, 23665|There were men who had been long on toes, 23665|And oft had had to stop for a fresh pair. 23665|And some who'd been long on wrists, 23665|And once had seen their feet get tumbled o'er; 23665|Some who had stood long in the ring and held 23665|Their heels in the middle of the turn, 23665|And seen their opponents' horses slide 23665|Down in the ring, and leave them to take them. 23665|Then came the crowd, as if it had been 23665|Christmas-time all over again; 23665|And while the wrestlers in the ring were bending, 23665|And taking part with smiles or standing, 23665|There was manhood, strength, good-humour and grace, 23665|All laughing and jesting to see how it would turn 23665|The match to "the last leg," and the "hard toe." 23665|There was talk on what should be 23665|The first prize of the wrestlers; 23665|And many felt it would be best 23665|To try the first, and hope against hope 23665|That they might win, and in a trice 23665|The second wrestler get away. 23665|But there was some who would not hear 23665|The other wrestlers going the round, 23665|But put on pistols and pistols bold, 23665|To see if the other men would take 23665|Their places and stand against the game. 23665|But there with two shots I see 23665|They did the first, before us all! 23665|So, then, the match must start, 23665|And the first two wrestlers stand, 23665|The next two wrestle to the ring, 23665|And the third wrestler's foot puts 23665|His other foot on the ground. 23665|But there he stood it, too; 23665|It was well to see; 23665|And there, as he stood, the next wrestler took 23665|His opponent off his back, and now 23665|Was standing by his heels, at ease, 23665|All ready to strike: but still he looked 23665|To strike, but never struck that blow 23665|Which brought to light the man, and won the battle. 23665|And soon, too soon, too soon, the match was done; ======================================== SAMPLE 25820 ======================================== 1279|She's been so long as I can tell, 1279|Since last she took a _wish-baked_ cake. 1279|O did you see that dame--or else 1279|That other two, who look'd so wise-- 1279|On Telly, who looks lipp'd straight wan, 1279|A little spruce old man was he 1279|To make old dames laugh for a treat? 1279|'Is the cheese done, my dears?' I ask'd. 1279|'The cheeses past our check,' they murmur'd; 1279|'Come, gie me a cake and a crack!' 1279|I gie'd the cheeses to my dears, 1279|And a' the fun that was it to be had. 1279|Ye see the cake I gied my dears, 1279|Was but a ryoughen'd cake of bread; 1279|The holes were like the jaws o' the whale, 1279|And the tops o' the cristal hills; 1279|The bottom clean sifted wheat, 1279|And when it was girt about wi' silk 1279|It was like fairyland for the eyes, 1279|Sifting the mists like fairy-dust, 1279|And a little fishy and a wee, 1279|And a big old glass o' wine, 1279|And a dish o' gude whisky, 1279|And some ginger, and some bergamot; 1279|The tray o' gude beer, to drink by, 1279|The _pilsner_ was the queen o' it. 1279|The cakes were red and the cakes were blue; 1279|Wi' raisins ripe, and the faulds o' honey, 1279|With a cake o' cakes was addit to it 1279|Wi' a spunkie o' puddings the dee's. 1279|The _pilsners_, and the cakes and the wine, 1279|Had the dainties all to eat for mair; 1279|And I was the only one left 1279|To eat and drink for ever. 1279|It's quite dainty food in a rind that I've got; 1279|And so far as meals are concerned I'm the richest man in town; 1279|For, whare I'm a-living, the fairest and best pay can I see; 1279|I'm the deil for meat and I'm the deil for drink, 1279|And my drap o' gin I gie unto my ain dear, 1279|An' the wee bit gash I take wi' the best of the best. 1279|They were four and twenty in the mornin's gawsin, 1279|Wi' swords fair to sight, 1279|When a rin red-pin at yam was a rattlin' in their nose: 1279|There was a wight, a wight, and a wight, an' a' that, 1279|It was ae bare fit o' e'en; 1279|And a' the auld, and a' the auld anes had got ae bone, 1279|As they were on't for to go. 1279|But it's quite dainty food in a rind that I've got; 1279|And so far as meals are concerned I'm the richest man in town. 1279|My gude gude sire has lost his walth and his wealth, 1279|His muckle acres are in need of moulder; 1279|And he's on a travel-hire, and he's poor and a dere, 1279|That riding abroad for his health. 1279|He's been ower handsel weel in a ha', 1279|An' coft a lapdog on his dacent side; 1279|Nae mair he'll see his lad in that stre'nd field, 1279|Frae a' his travel wi' the deil. 1279|And when he cam' ower the Bow, 1279|I kenna what he thought, O; 1279|'T was naething for a smile nor why 1279|He kend his dear cherrie's face. 1279|But he ken na' what he should nae, 1279|Or what he should na ======================================== SAMPLE 25830 ======================================== 1304|The sun in showers beheld me kneel, 1304|And all the heavens gave up their light. 1304|He saw my tears and he saw the pang 1304|Which mingled both at that strange sight. 1304|He bent his fiery face, and found 1304|In my sad heart a living spring; 1304|Which did the like surprise to show 1304|Who thus my sad state could change. 1304|He saw my heart, and it was white; 1304|It throbbed and throbbed so fast, 1304|That on the other side there burned 1304|Like two sun-shiners in a bower; 1304|No other fire I had; but he 1304|Could not find where my heart was spent: 1304|He stopped a mine, and it was shorn; 1304|It was not mine against its foe; 1304|He set a sign, and it was gone; 1304|It was not mine to own that I found 1304|Who so was wise as him to make 1304|The wonted sign I did not see; 1304|He checked what joy is, and a spell 1304|Held me as mute as till then lost; 1304|My grief and my happiness were one, 1304|And I was all alone for ever. 1304|O happy he who can prove this, 1304|That man was made for love at first! 1304|So then to all who ask me why 1304|I state my thought: no other cause 1304|May serve for moral lesson now: 1304|Nature makes man what he is, yet 1304|She does not make him wholly ill: 1304|The love that fires him I have proved, 1304|And deem'd the love indeed absolute; 1304|That to his destruction will not dare; 1304|And that, or else that I am blind or blind, 1304|Make pure for him this moral day. 1304|If all the world were we, 1304|And love were all we knew, 1304|O what would become of me, 1304|Little white dove that I see? 1304|If all the world were we, 1304|And love were all I knew, 1304|O what of me would make 1304|Love ever last and free? 1304|If all the world were we, 1304|And all my loves were we, 1304|What pleasure were all ours, 1304|All lovers' pleasure too? 1304|Since love were death if so it would, 1304|So be it if love were life. 1304|What though a lover be 1304|Not more poor than I, 1304|Yet still that lover be 1304|More poor than I; 1304|That love should last for me 1304|And not for him; 1304|That love were kinder than 1304|I know not; 1304|That my heart's desire 1304|Might move from me; 1304|That for me love should grow 1304|A body with love: 1304|'Tis not enough that I 1304|With this poor life should die. 1304|I'll sing no more, for all's ended, 1304|But to the hills I'll go with thee; 1304|And there I'll find my ease and solace, 1304|Like an unceremonious bee. 1304|O that my lady I follow, 1304|And she with me to hills and waters! 1304|There I should end my earthly cares and sorrows, 1304|Where every breath of air is fine 1304|And every hill a flowery grove.-- 1304|O that my lady I follow, 1304|And she with me to hills and waters! 1304|O, what's the wonder of the world, 1304|That it doth make me want a lover?-- 1304|The earth and men to-day are like 1304|A picture almost within mine eyes. 1304|The summer night is very fine, 1304|The wind has many a merry tale; 1304|At dawn the stream is running true, 1304|The grass is green, the skies are blue; 1304|My heart, with all its pain and smart, 1304|Is all too pleased with mid-day's golden dream. 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 25840 ======================================== 28591|Not always with the greatest pleasure 28591|May our thoughts be stirred; 28591|But when they have all been still, 28591|Then, then thou art with me! 28591|Not always with sufficient skill, 28591|Or wisdom fully stored, 28591|Do my thoughts and me meet; 28591|But as some one else I try, 28591|With all my skill and power. 28591|This is the day we all have longed for, 28591|This is the day 28591|When all our hopes, our cares, are o'er, 28591|And we can turn to rest. 28591|Why, let the longings pile 28591|To swell the sum of human bliss; 28591|They come too heavy, they pass away, 28591|Our happy cares are spent-- 28591|When now we live, when now we sleep, 28591|And when no more we see, 28591|No more we feel the pressure there, 28591|Of the swift things that pass. 28591|When, with a bounding, joyous tide, 28591|The longed-for day arrives; 28591|How keen thy sense of gain is grown-- 28591|Life's paltry joys have past! 28591|When to thy little ones this truth 28591|Rests not in words or prose; 28591|That as their years roll onward still 28591|They shrink from what they lose; 28591|They are thy friends in bitter strife. 28591|When, gazing up at the great hill, 28591|They see its clouds, and are dismayed, 28591|Losing the hope to rise; 28591|They ask how man has wronged the Lord, 28591|And ask what vengeance is served Him in their age. 28591|Thou, that hast sent us, friend of our age, 28591|Life's little ones, to thee; 28591|To thee we send our earnest prayer, 28591|Our humble love to show. 28591|Thou gavest us, when a lowly child, 28591|Language to make itself sublime; 28591|And lo, the very language 28591|We utter now is mighty language--PRAVELEE! 28591|O thou that wast our mother. O thou 28591|Who gavest us words and melodies 28591|That filled the world with joy and pain, 28591|Grant that, through thee, our wisdom may be 28591|As thy own words--PRAVELEE! 28591|Our father is forgotten. O! what care 28591|For him? Thyself, of his greatness, take; 28591|And he, from out the depths of his power, 28591|Shall help thee to our faith. 28591|Our mother who, with tenderness, taught 28591|This child the pathway of life's flower, 28591|And by her teaching taught him love and pain, 28591|Shall help thee to thine art. 28591|O soul, that, though withdrawn from crowds, 28591|Lacks wisdom, and without light and life, 28591|And with thyself so dull, thou wilt go on, 28591|And thou wilt reach our goal. 28591|O glorious soul, whose life and death 28591|And glory all the world may fill, 28591|Which none, of them, in turn shall see, 28591|But thou wilt touch our heart with a touch 28591|That all shall find divine. 28591|Then, though the world thou hast forsaken, 28591|Nor thine own child, nor thine own thoughts, 28591|Shall evermore come to thy feet, 28591|For thou wilt know, 28591|Touched by the rapture of thy art, 28591|We are all children of thy grace. 28591|O Father of unseen arms, 28591|Come to thy child this hour; 28591|He is a little child 28591|Which thwarts with prayers. 28591|O Father, come as thou hast said, 28591|The time is not yet spent. 28591|Come as thou hast said, 28591|Let thy gracious hands 28591|Clasp his weary head, 28591|And close upon his brow his searching eyes. 28591|Be present in his life, 28591|Be present always, 28591 ======================================== SAMPLE 25850 ======================================== 29345|And the woman held one cheek to her own closed like a child's, 29345|And looked toward the moon that hung in the garden gate. 29345|All the night with her lips and her hands she went out 29345|To the moon and the stars overhead and behind her. 29345|And a voice cried like a cry of a mother's heart breaking: 29345|"There are shadows on the moon and the stars and sea; 29345|And the moon rises, and she does not stay, I know. 29345|I had to look to see her go." 29345|"I will get in the boat and get out of the water." 29345|"Get out, and go. Let me go." 29345|She made for the light moon and vanished from my eyes. 29345|I go to the corner where the shadows of the houses two and three 29345|"You will go to the house for shadow?" she said. 29345|"Yes, I will go to the house for shadow." 29346|"I have seen some more. Still the greatest work I have done in the 29346|It was a long time since I had seen the moon." 29346|"If you had seen it once it would be a very good lesson." 29346|"It's as if I had seen just the same thing." 29346|"Oh. But you never have!" 29346|"Yes. I am sorry I came." 29346|"I'll make you a wish that you may want to keep away from each 29346|I have seen the moon through her first few hours; 29346|I have seen the moon even through her last. 29346|All I want, and I have thought of it, is clear and bright, the 29346|moon-light on a silver sea." 29346|The moon! she is the moon. 29346|Her yellow belly and the rings that run along her edges. 29346|We made her yesterday! And I knew she was perfect, before I started. 29346|But what is a wish? "Why, suppose I get it, you understand?" 29346|We took the little crayon she had left in the corner and wrote on the 29346|You are the moon and I. 29346|But how far can you go in a single night? 29346|She has taken seven lessons in the space of a three-year-old's 29346|I was going to town yesterday to get one for Mrs. Jones. But I met a 29346|"Who is that girl?" said Mr. Jones. 29346|I have been waiting for the morning; I am going to go to work as soon as 29346|I did not know a thing about crooks, till I saw you. 29346|You are, I'll tell you, the greatest doll I ever saw. 29346|She is a little girl who lives in the village school yard, with a 29346|She has a little scar on her breast, the place of it made of a 29346|"What are you playing at, Mr. Jones?" said Mrs. Jones. 29346|"Playing, of course," said Mrs. Jones, smiling. 29346|When we were walking down the lane for a minute, Mrs. Jones said she 29346|"Is there any one here that can help us with Mrs. Jones?" she asked. 29346|"Will you go up to the nursery, Mr. Jones?" she asked. 29346|"Sure!" said Mrs. Jones, happily. 29346|It was no ordinary little sister, but the daughter of Mrs. Jones's 29346|"Thank you," said Mrs. Jones; "I am glad to see you again. What 29346|"Sure!" said Mrs. Jones; "I am happy to see you again." 29346|"I think I can help," he said, laughing slightly. 29346|"Sure thing!" said Mrs. Jones: "I think I can help." 29346|"Oh, yes, of course," said Mrs. Jones; "oh, sure." 29346|"And I'm so glad for you, Mrs. Jones," he said. 29346|"And I'm so glad for you, Mrs. Jones." 29346|Then she got up, as usual, and the little sister looked at him 29346|"A good, old-fashioned name!" said Mrs. Jones. 29346|"Yes, Mrs. Jones--yes, Mrs. Jones." 29346|"I think I shall never go back to that school ======================================== SAMPLE 25860 ======================================== 24815|So, when you have reached me, tell me 24815|You can not change, 24815|Nor spare those who love you, in your age. 24815|O may I never know, 24815|If in my mortal hour, 24815|When Fate will bend me to a moment, 24815|A more sincere desire; 24815|Or more ardent, stronger will be 24815|To suffer all! 24815|For my heart beats here like a beacon, 24815|That all my cares send forth, 24815|And with what fervor now I die, 24815|In all the fires of life. 24815|"O! when I was the very Bible, 24815|What time I writ a page, 24815|I read it oft when the dear babe came, 24815|Who had a devil to play! 24815|I knew what all that would cost in Heaven; 24815|What the best part of it might mean; 24815|No doubt whatever it might say to me, 24815|I could not doubt it!" 24815|"When from my bosom to a table 24815|I read the Holy Book, 24815|O! then my heart is full of rapture, 24815|As it were nearer God: 24815|My conscience from my breast will flee, 24815|And in the shade of a friendless one, 24815|In sympathy, like ours, live; 24815|For they with that will make both good and bad, 24815|The heart and the head; 24815|A perfect, the rest, and the rest the whole. 24815|But when that page then comes away, 24815|It brings an agony 24815|That leaves me to lament, repent, die;-- 24815|How can I change this awful book? 24815|"All my thoughts, to the heart of his book, 24815|Prest up in silence will cling, 24815|And, from the pages to that book's side, 24815|Still, as the book I close, 24815|My soul, in a tearful and pathetic mood, 24815|Will to that book return; 24815|In a voice which in his translation has a solemn tone, 24815|"My heart is with the Bible, and shall be so for ever, for they 24815|never shall part!" 24815|"From our very first infancy, since we have been 24815|raised in this home of sorrow, 24815|We have felt a mighty power 24815|In the pitying angels, 24815|E'er we stood in their way, and 24815|Their gracious eyes were kind. 24815|"The little ones who go wandering 24815|Through the forest woods of spring, 24815|Their kindly eyes with loving glancing 24815|Were kind and gracious too; 24815|But, as they roamed by tower and town, 24815|The tears began to start-- 24815|For, on our island, a cursed curse 24815|Was hanging o'er us all!" 24815|"O! may our Heavenly Father, 24815|Who sees all who hear His word, 24815|When He will send our infant heart, 24815|With loving prayers throughout His Court to go!-- 24815|May he who gives us all that we can seek 24815|Or work for others, be, my soul and God's, 24815|The first that ever loved me! 24815|"O! never may we meet our best! 24815|Our worst and vilest ever! 24815|We never may be so beloved 24815|That we love all, live through all." 24815|"No! let my spirit still be here, 24815|With a pure heart to please him, 24815|No matter how sad he may be, 24815|That man of evil spirit, 24815|Who would not come, but can so do ill!" 24815|"_Charm'd with the melody of birds, 24815|And the sweet singing of the brooks-- 24815|O! sing, sweet bard, to the brooks, 24815|Sing of the wild-bird-like waters, 24815|And the happy river-rills! 24815|Thou, my soul, sing, to the river-rills, 24815|Sing, while he goes stealing on 24815|To meet the dear ones he loves, ======================================== SAMPLE 25870 ======================================== 26199|And I thought it very well that our 26199|Father and God should be pleased with us. 26199|And if I thought the worst, I'm a fool! 26199|I do believe you will get good; when 26199|A man speaks half a word, and does it, 26199|I like the thing that I hear him say, 26199|I think--not speak; and if he flinches, 26199|I think he knows I have not said it." 26199|The good man went away and came back, 26199|And then the Lady's face was brown, 26199|And she seemed to think that he'd done it-- 26199|It made her look so foolish. 26199|And so she was sorry, and did say: 26199|"That is not what I meant to say-- 26199|You must not speak so foolishly-- 26199|Nor do it: it's wrong to talk foolishly." 26199|And he replied; "I knew your power: 26199|I could not have said it better: 26199|You have not learnt your lesson well!" 26199|"You think," said she, "you have not learned it; 26199|I think you have, nor you to blame, 26199|It seems so: but now I tell you plainly 26199|You must speak wisely--and not with your tongue." 26199|She was not wrong--this Mother's Son; 26199|But had she still been just a girl, 26199|She might have been more wise than these 26199|With all their folly. But, my dear, 26199|You're very kind to me, and all 26199|The people are so kind to you. 26199|And then they called me "little foolish fool," 26199|I had a thought of that, my dear, 26199|That you and all the people call me; 26199|And then I came to think of you, 26199|And all the wonderful things you had-- 26199|I thought of you. But now 't is said 26199|You've got a mind and wisdom too-- 26199|My dear 'prentice, you did well, 26199|To lay your finger on this thing." 26199|"That was well done, you have learnt the rule, 26199|In that you came to learn a rule. 26199|I'll tell you of the rule I'd found, 26199|If you will only learn it now": 26199|"You should teach your children what they are; 26199|And then you know what they can do." 26199|"The man that wears a grayhound," said the woman, 26199|"Is surely in the wrong here; 26199|I think I said 'grayhound'--I must have said it wrong; 26199|So, if I did, I should be punished, weren't I? 26199|And what is the law with dogs in England? 26199|I see no dog, but I can't have said it wrong. 26199|And now, my son, go, and teach your children. 26199|"But that's a good old book, and the way you found 26199|It, all the while you were away 26199|Was what I learned from the Doctor--and now, 26199|In this, my knowledge, I can see-- 26199|I'm glad to make me learn it myself." 26199|"We'll try our children," the Doctor said, 26199|"And make them learn the things they need to know." 26199|"And how will they be punished?" 26199|"Just like the man that taught them wrong-- 26199|With lots of prayers from the Christian people-- 26199|And good old God will teach them right." 26199|"But will they understand?" 26199|"Oh, yes, when we're away." 26199|"Oh, yes, and can't you teach them English?" 26199|"They'll get the very best of it, 26199|For they are very good, to talk. 26199|They will grow up and live and love 26199|Like other people do, in England." 26199|"What is the lesson? what the lesson?" 26199|My lady said, in answer to her son. 26199|"We were both talking, sir--and she said-- 26199|How is it with our King? 26199| ======================================== SAMPLE 25880 ======================================== 1745|Or else they that on thir hillor rest, 1745|Tending thir ancient Flourished Fountains, 1745|Daintily pourting their Ev'ning Gel'raugh, 1745|Which to th' unsearched Minerals refreshenes 1745|Thir Bowery Waters, that neither Rains nor Turns, 1745|But soft retaines thir immovable Steeps, 1745|Whose silvan Metamorphoses last 1745|While Morning Roundels the Sun behold. 1745|Hee then, while thus heweth, the Sectuyne 1745|Of the deified Dumpty, full of Fame, 1745|And in the midst Heavenly Plume on Hand 1745|Showing him to have beene God, stood reveald, 1745|So that the Sceane or Soul of th' assembled, 1745|In th' midst of Heauen, seemd adjudg'd 1745|To be his Heuen, as in Heauen new-winnd 1745|Dumpty was from him ere hee were enshackt; 1745|And God thus gloriously to his approac't 1745|Answerd o're Frontie, saying, God in his good 1745|Maiore Spirit, knowing both what is to be, 1745|And that he Gouernour should voutsafe the State 1745|Of his most precious Nobility, decreed 1745|That whatsoever Sect his will would join, 1745|Or interpose or interfere with, 1745|Or against the true Christian paths direct, 1745|Or to the mystical or orthodox Sects 1745|Of their true Religion any device 1745|Were felon though inconsistd, and disgrace 1745|To his glorious Temple. That thir offence 1745|Were th' transgressors' heresies, from whence they fell 1745|Mightily, Heuenly, and Divinely too, 1745|Yet for contempt of thir Lord, and his Law, 1745|These led the Roman Pagan path inirth; 1745|Heuen and Latin he stole, and both stole alike 1745|The glory, the goodnes of the Martchirite 1745|From th' Patriotic Church; what should he do 1745|But bow himself to Heuen alone, and be 1745|Cursed thereby? and that instead of Glory, Golden 1745|Crowne he should get, and that his glory should grow 1745|Substantial and gross, till Humour grew 1745|Fattener and Strooker, and Wit stoop't a Nib 1745|Under the Buttock. Thou his Brother therefore, 1745|If such were names distinction, if the great Tit, 1745|The Sovran will of God, who made him such, 1745|Made him to interpose betweene the Fiendes 1745|Of Follies and the pure Martchirite, 1745|Both by his own imprudence and overmajorn 1745|Mightily provok't, being so far beyond 1745|Mans vengeance, as from a higher rank risen 1745|Than man might reachn; being high enough Chiefe 1745|Oft while to act, then fall, and ere his place 1745|Specie him to the Savage; when as he 1745|By strength of his own Powder to great deeds 1745|And great Peril had ruide, that great Peri should 1745|Against his best Battaile find out more 1745|Then by resistance of the naked Soule 1745|Which means men to be subdued then fight 1745|Till striken, to be unarm'd, then conquerd 1745|By Battailes force: Be this the pact o're his hands 1745|To help the Martchirites unterribly 1745|Of his owne Self; for why, being all in Arms 1745|He will not yield half so much as he can weild, 1745|And to his owne Foe yield he can part againe 1745|Then half so good as he can make it, for the sake 1745|Of his owne Soul, to himselfe he biddeth stay 1745|Till he shall see if God will let him see 1745|Into thir arms what he hath seen into thir Breasts: 1745|Which when he saw was ======================================== SAMPLE 25890 ======================================== 2620|To love her more than any other thing, 2620|The more it is to me the sweeter it is, 2620|The love that is not love with love so full; 2620|For Love is not love when Love is such a thing, 2620|And Love but love when Love is but love, and none 2620|But love in its fullness can love like me: 2620|And so, to love her as her life is and true, 2620|To find her heart as mine and soul as mine, 2620|Is all that I can pray for, or want to ask 2620|From one so sad as she. But God forbid-- 2620|Heaven forbid! Why should a woman love a man, 2620|When she may love a God with Love's high name 2620|Beheld, and honoured to the utmost circle? 2620|Ah! when the soul her God hath seen and known, 2620|There never will be tears for her or me." 2620|So spoke with shuddering voice the soul of Frances, 2620|And in her eyes a light untimely dawned, 2620|For, lo! a sudden sweetness in the looks 2620|Of that pale lady, whose soul's high trial 2620|Banded the soul of Mary at Cana. 2620|Lo! like a lily, at first peeped she, 2620|And, as she fell, rose up again;-- 2620|Lo! like a lambkin, on the mountain-side, 2620|The fair, fair Mary of the fountains, 2620|Lies breathing in the winter air. 2620|She only lies and breathes, one short hour, 2620|And the whole world lies in the grave, 2620|The world to which she lies and breathes, and lies 2620|With no man by her side but Death, 2620|Who shall bring sorrow, death, and a tear, 2620|Until the eyes of Love and Fame 2620|Shall shine on her and tell her so; 2620|For only in Death's icy hand 2620|May she make blossom and golden fruit 2620|For him who lives in her in life. 2620|The Lady Mary sleeps and smiles; 2620|Her dreams are bright and sweet, 2620|Of Love's eternal pleasure 2620|She dreams at spring-time when the trees, 2620|That wave above her in the sky, 2620|Wave over her, as waves above 2620|A sea of flowers:--the whole world lies 2620|So sweet and light 'twixt springtime and spring. 2620|A little while, a little while, 2620|The lover waits and waits: 2620|The lady Mary, waiting still, 2620|Shall wait, and wait, and lo! 2620|She shall behold a little while, 2620|She shall behold and lo! 2620|Then in her love the lady's love 2620|Swells like a river flow; 2620|And as a river wide and strong 2620|The river of Love is found. 2620|The river of Love he flows, 2620|He brings the flowers a-reaper 2620|In beauty's richest fruit; 2620|With many a bright drop drooping still, 2620|Love's blue lily from afar. 2620|The river of Love he flows, 2620|And, like a river wide and strong, 2620|The river of Love is saved. 2620|Oh, lovely lady, thou my lady, 2620|To my heart as to the moon, 2620|Thou art like the old, lost moon: 2620|While the clear, golden moonlight 2620|From far-off lands hath brought me. 2620|In all thy charms I strangely trace 2620|The first faint traces of thine,-- 2620|Thy shapely body shape and face, 2620|Thy heart's high beating like a drum, 2620|Thy laughing eyes that seem to meet, 2620|Thy smooth smooth hands, so fair a set, 2620|Thy very voice, which seems to set 2620|Thy soul on high, as fire to fire 2620|No passion in this world can move; 2620|For thy soul to high, sweet Heaven indeed, 2620|Unless sweet Heaven itself be th ======================================== SAMPLE 25900 ======================================== 5186|Nevermore from shore to shore 5186|To behold them on their journey." 5186|Spake the servant, Wainamoinen: 5186|"Let the maidens of Pohyola 5186|Roll in glory from the fortresses, 5186|From the regions of Wainola." 5186|On their journey homeward wends they, 5186|O'er the broad-sea's trembling surface, 5186|Still hoping for the happiness 5186|Of Ilmarinen and his people; 5186|Still to find Kullerwoinen, 5186|Still to find the wisdom-singer. 5186|On they journey through the evening, 5186|Ilmarinen's gold-hair'd hosts troop after, 5186|Troops of the reckless Wainamoinen. 5186|Full of hope and eager weeping, 5186|Full of fond affection, hoping, 5186|As they journey through the evening, 5186|Gold-hair'd heroes fain would sing to them, 5186|Fain would tell the aged minstrels 5186|How the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5186|How the wisdom-helmed artistears; 5186|How the wonder-worker first-among 5186|How to forge the magic Sampo, 5186|How to forge the lid in colors, 5186|How to seat the divining pinions 5186|In the forehead of the sundered lodgeings, 5186|How to forge the topazes, 5186|From the ore of gold and silver. 5186|Spake the wizard, old and truthful: 5186|"O thou blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5186|Forge for me the lid in colors, 5186|Forge for me the forehead of the lodgeings, 5186|Hurl the wonders to the lightning, 5186|Let them fly adown before the storms, 5186|Fly the golden tops as fleet as fishes, 5186|Far as beeves the diamonds flashing, 5186|Yield I could the tops to measure, 5186|Threescore years of bullocks build my vessel, 5186|And a thousand years of strong-yoke horses. 5186|Many a sea-gull roams the brine-foreland, 5186|Many a sea-gull flies upon the waters, 5186|Many a copper-bear will travel hither, 5186|To conduct the wondrous Sampo thither." 5186|Ilmarinen hears these magic sayings, 5186|Hears the magic Sampo flying, 5186|Bears with joy these wondrous sayings, 5186|Leads the Sampo to the waters, 5186|Leads the lid in colors to the sun, 5186|Hurls the wonders to the thunder-clouds, 5186|Leads the topazes to the fire-clouds. 5186|Now the hero, much dishearten'd, 5186|Deeps his heart with bitter sorrow; 5186|For his many-talented Sampo; 5186|For the Sampo of the northern lights, 5186|For the Sampo of the masters. 5186|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5186|The eternal, wise and truthful, 5186|For the Sampo of the waters, 5186|For the lid in colors, lay him 5186|On the red ore of the pallid silver, 5186|On the copper-bear flesh-pasted, 5186|On the East a portion of the topazes, 5186|On the East a part of lid-fire; 5186|Then he lays the Sampo on the topazes, 5186|Sings bitterly as he lay him, 5186|Sings as he lays the Sampo, asking: 5186|"Woe is me, my life hard-fated! 5186|Whither, whither doest thou wander, 5186|Whither, O my good Sampsa, singing, 5186|O my Hiawatha, old and truthful? 5186|Whither, O my sacred Sampo, 5186|For myself, O Hiawatha, 5186|For the sake of friendship and mercy, 5186|Are moving hither from Kalevala, 5186|Moving hence from far Mykkanen?" 5186|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5186|" ======================================== SAMPLE 25910 ======================================== 1279|And I shan't state 'e say, dear John, as I did, 1279|'Tis only the Queen will say why! 1279|To sell the Queen I'd be quite as careless, 1279|But I 'aven't no time for that; 1279|And oh! I would advise the King and Vice, 1279|To leave to him their reputation: 1279|For such is his high and holy preachment, 1279|Our country to support; 1279|That if the Queen should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|The blame that rests solely with her! 1279|And if her grace the Queen should e'er despise, 1279|'Twere better for us both, 1279|That she ne'er should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|Than she to reign for ever! 1279|And if the Queen should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|What would become of it? 1279|For if an humble Queen should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|We should be loth to find it; 1279|And if the King should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|'Twere better to make it. 1279|And if the King should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|'Twere better far from land to fly, 1279|Than for to dwell with a base-born courtist, 1279|At an empty name in state. 1279|And if the King should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|'Twas better far for all men's sake, 1279|That he in high and holy preposition 1279|From him arose: 1279|And if he should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|'Twas better far to bear it: 1279|Nay, he that ever was born to suffer 1279|Should ever be obeyed; 1279|And if the King should e'er a thing refuse, 1279|It 'aven't been so, if he durst despise it: 1279|For if a courtist should e'er behave 1279|Or with respect offend it, 1279|'Twill his own land have e'er occasion 1279|To demand his homage. 1279|Thy good auld wife, she must be wise, 1279|Or she's no for auld men; 1279|She's ae best piece o' nature's mould, 1279|For a' mair than she's frae 'Mulga, Johnie. 1279|Auld man, thou say'st, "What's now become o't? 1279|When I wad wark as thou, Johnie? 1279|What now is wrong, what now is right, 1279|And honest folk maun be spye?" 1279|Auld man, thou say'st, "In truth I maun say, 1279|When I wad wark as thou, Johnie? 1279|What now is wrong, what now is right, 1279|And honest folk maun be see?" 1279|Then, thou auld wife, come now to me, 1279|And waken as I bid thee; 1279|And then our frien'ly quarrel wean, 1279|And we be couth as licht as you. 1279|This night, Johnie, the kirk-bell to ring, 1279|The grave old Spinnler to open; 1279|And, old as his bones are, young Bauldy too, 1279|To drink auld Brough am fit to die. 1279|My wife, these e'enin' ishs will gag an' strew 1279|At my wedding-feast a whistle-wicket; 1279|The blythe laddie I lo'ed at hame, 1279|Sunks like a leaf, as a binder makes him: 1279|The laddie I lo'ed at hame, 1279|Now Brough 's dead and I'm gaun awa'! 1279|But a' my goods and bairns 's gane agen, 1279|I lo'ed him yet, an' till he's dead, Brough! 1279|Then Brough 's dead an' I'm gaun awa'! 1279|The piper now may blow, 1279|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 25920 ======================================== 7394|"What is it, boy, 7394|What's the use, 7394|That you are all alone?" 7394|"Well, I'll tell you," said the boy, "I'm a sailor, 7394|And my name's Smith." 7394|"And my name's Smith? That's queer! 7394|Why, I mean, 7394|For I've seen him standing there." 7394|"Why? 'Cause he says he's a sailor?" 7394|"Well, he says he's the type to look at." 7394|"But he asks the questions you'd like to know of--otherwise." 7394|"Otherwhiles, I used to be a writer, 7394|A writer on verse, at a little paper; 7394|And sometimes I've been good, you must remember; 7394|All I can say is, Smith has done me harm." 7394|"Has he done you harm?" 7394|"Why, yes,--for he never looks you in the face." 7394|"You don't look in the face? God bless him!" 7394|"Then I think his style is somewhat flat." 7394|"Then that's the reason there isn't much to read. 7394|He always looks so dull and uninteresting." 7394|"You must go up to school with Smith, and look at him." 7394|"He's good, as I can tell 7394|By his talk." 7394|"But you can't go up to school with Smith, boy, nor learn?" 7394|"Well, I'd be a sailor, and go to sea soon, 7394|And go back to Smith's with a prize-winning liner; 7394|Let me think that through and through." 7394|"What's a prize-winning liner? Smith says 'No'; 7394|It must be a freight-ship of some kind." 7394|"That's another thing with Smith. I think he's mad." 7394|"I don't need a freight-ship, boy, or mad'ss like you." 7394|"But Smith, that sailor, isn't he, boy? 7394|He says he's the type to look at. What makes you?" 7394|"You've got no imagination. That's another 7394|Insect. In fact, I've heard that he can't write." 7394|"Smith says he's the kind to look at, don't you, boy?" 7394|"Well, it's not that. But he never looks at me." 7394|"I don't think he's the type to look at." 7394|"So Smith never does you any good?" 7394|"Why, that's another thing with Smith." 7394|"Well, it isn't." 7394|"And how did you get it?" 7394|"Smith says it's a privilege, boy, for me." 7394|"Isn't that hard?" 7394|"Well, it isn't hard!" 7394|"You want to know why they did it?" 7394|"That's all right. Now the truth is,--as I said 7394|I don't know if it's true, yet, but I know it's true,-- 7394|Why--why,--how did they do it?" 7394|"Smith says, that sailor, isn't he, boy? 7394|He's always standing in front of me now." 7394|"Why couldn't they do it?" 7394|"Ah, that's the one thing--I've seen the way he stood-- 7394|He never looked at me, but looked at his gun!" 7394|"Well, it's true. The way he looks, and the way he stands." 7394|"That's the way it is, boy. We've all been there; 7394|When you can't do a thing, and you're standing still, 7394|Stands, as the dog stands, and the dog stands still." 7394|"And what's behind you?" 7394|"Ah, that's a stupid question. You never learn." 7394|"That is true. Smith says all sailors learn at school." 7394|"Oh, you know what Smith says? And what's the truth?" 7394|The sailor's eyes of scorn were turned 7394|On ======================================== SAMPLE 25930 ======================================== 13649|And then it's "What about?" and then it's "Where?" 13649|You'll find the words "Somewhere." 13649|I do not ask you for the rose, 13649|I do not ask for the lily white 13649|Upon the little white cup: 13649|I only ask that you love me for love's sake;-- 13649|So, if you don't, 13649|I never will be yours. 13649|You must love me. 13649|And so, I don't love you. 13649|You will never let me 13649|Pluck out the little lily-white seed that is growing, 13649|And make a flower of it; 13649|For though you think it all a fairy tale, 13649|Its power is a grown-up friend of yours, 13649|And I'm as weak and small as that flower 13649|That is growing in my heart. 13649|How is it now? 13649|I wonder. 13649|If I could bear a world where no one knew of me, 13649|Or knew of only me,-- 13649|If I could bear that lonely world, and yet not die, 13649|And know that one who loved me, who loves me so, 13649|Had always known; 13649|It is the life of me. 13649|Now I am dead, 13649|And if I go away to the far-away, 13649|Where little children, like thee, may know no further, 13649|I will know what my heart meant, and what the secret is; 13649|And I will love the little children in this world too, 13649|And live a child once more. 13649|One little hand held all the keys: 13649|One little hand, the keys to half the world. 13649|Ah, my small hand! 13649|How it tangled the little fingers, 13649|Tied them into round holes! 13649|Oh, too small thy paw? 13649|When thy little one grows up, 13649|They will not touch thee! 13649|When my wee one grows up, thou must learn 13649|That each little finger must be tied more tight; 13649|And that each little hand--that's bound into such little pockets-- 13649|Then it is mine to hold and to close as lightly as possible. 13649|Ah, my little hand! 13649|Ah, my little hand! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it curls and points! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it twirls and circles! 13649|If I touch thee, oh, then, 13649|When my wee one grows up, 13649|It will make a little baby-hand! 13649|Then it is mine to hold and to close as lightly as possible. 13649|Ah, my little hand! 13649|Ah, my little hand! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it twirls and points! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it twirls and points! 13649|Little finger, little finger, what a little bird thou art! 13649|But I play around it sometimes and sometimes set it down to write. 13649|Little finger, little finger, what a little bird thou art! 13649|Then I say, what a little hand? 13649|A simple hand--at least! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it points to God! 13649|But these are not my words. 13649|Ah, my small hand! 13649|Ah, my little hand! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it twirls and points! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it twirls and points! 13649|Little finger, little finger, how 'tis tied in knots? 13649|They who found it must let it stand, 13649|Little finger, little finger, how it twirls and points! 13649|Then I say, what a little hand? 13649|A simple hand--at least! 13649|Little finger, little finger, what a little bird thou art! 13649|But I play around it sometimes and set it down to write. 13649|Little finger, little finger, what a little letter 'tis! 13649|Then it is mine to hold and to close as softly as possible. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 25940 ======================================== 841|They could not see. They knew not what to say. 841|"And what do they now?" said they. 841|For this last event the two men spoke. 841|In spite of her tears and her grief there was 841|No answer she could make him; she only 841|Was so weak and weak, it was difficult, 841|And all the others, to keep strength from him. 841|And a moment they were silent. Then they 841|Caught each other's holding. And a silence 841|Of sudden silence lasted. In the pause 841|The doctor spoke to her wondering and she 841|Whispered him 'I will,' a sentence at last. 841|"I have seen so many men, 841|I have done, too, 841|For all men's sakes. 841|But I am here in this place, 841|To-night, and not 841|For any men, for I am here alone, 841|Only a man, 841|And all men's eyes upon me are empty as the skies. 841|How can I say these things to you? What else 841|Could I say to him, and tell such things to him? 841|"It is not fair. It will be, I fear, 841|Like a good wife 841|To hear him tell his love 841|Wholehearted, and his love to your heart 841|And everything. 841|It will be best of all for him to sleep: 841|And the women will wonder, and the men, 841|Who will not understand, will be angry with me. 841|"And the wife 841|Will wonder and complain to her mother 841|How I did not go down one night alone! 841|She will complain 841|To her father. And then, 841|A great little bird 841|Will get loose on my right knee, and fly away 841|To your heart 841|With the message and the news I have brought them, 841|And I shall not know for whom, or who 841|I left those little messages, but go home to bed. 841|"Good-night. Take it all as a whole. 841|Have you not heard 841|That my children are here with me? 841|And I hear none crying in the street. 841|I do not regret the night, I do not regret it one bit. 841|I wish this night, as the night grew late, 841|That I could go out among them, if I had the choice, 841|And look at the two little children 841|In their little ragged nightgowns. 841|A little sister is playing with a toy, 841|While her little brother says, 'How funny; 841|Let's shoot this game of peas into their heads, 841|And they will cry'-- 841|And he shoots peas into another's head, 841|And then they cry. 841|And then I cry. 841|They are all crying together. 841|The other one says, 'Brother, 841|Are you not scared? 841|You have always been afraid of little boys. 841|You should shoot them, just as I do, or else 841|They would run away.' 841|And I answer, 'Brother dear, what is it?' 841|I could shoot peas into their heads, or, 841|Or I could shoot peas into my head, 841|I know not how. 841|But I will not touch the boys.' 841|'Oh, you will not,' said his brother. 841|'So go, and try.' 841|The little girl was sitting there with her hands 841|All a-tremble, looking, looking, 841|Gasping, gurgling, twinking-- 841|It was as if the air was in her throat 841|And the tears were in her eyes. 841|She seemed to sit down then, 841|With her face turned up, 841|Like a cat between two pigs. 841|And a man was standing right beside her, 841|With his arm round her waist. 841|She ======================================== SAMPLE 25950 ======================================== 18396|'Mong stour and pit, the woe of the day 18396|Is most cruel, and woe with the best. 18396|My spirit is sinking, the wind is blowing, 18396|That I left with my love, is sighing away. 18396|O, wha is that is woeing and wooing o'er me, 18396|She has fled, for o'er me's the dews of night? 18396|My spirit is sinking by the cold wild sea; 18396|My love is lost to me, faring from me. 18396|In the lonely glen, in the wintry glen, 18396|Where the sun never beams, nor showers rain, 18396|In the glen or the wintry glen, 18396|She is sitting and weeping, 18396|And wailing my woe is wasting me. 18396|And she is blue as my ladye, 18396|And sweet as the dew-bespangled bee; 18396|My spirit, it will languish and fall at her feet, 18396|It will wither and languish for her sake. 18396|'Twould a' shock to the wane to see a ringlet 18396|Girt round my bonnie coof; 18396|'Twould a' shock to the wane to see her gane 18396|Sittin' at e'en her tap at the door. 18396|I 'm gaun to the glen, I 'm gaun to the wintry-glen, 18396|To meet my love the morrow; 18396|But in the glen she 's not found, and I 'm heart-sick and lout, 18396|And dreary the day that I dree. 18396|In the lonely glen, in the wintry glen, 18396|Where the sun never beams, nor showers rain, 18396|In the glen or the wintry glen, 18396|She 's not found, and I 'm louty the day that I dree. 18396|My bonnie wee lassie, our youth a' sun-shine, 18396|Ye 're the pride o' the lintie, the bonniest of the linties; 18396|The dearest o' the gowans, the kindest o' the aichins; 18396|A selfless good heart, a heart that never leaves our side, 18396|But aye faithful to me an' to my aichin Tommy. 18396|An' ye brought ye baith that were sae fain o' my girlie, 18396|An' sae white as the swan, an' aye sae modest and modest; 18396|The pride o' the bonnie lintie, the bonniest of the bonies; 18396|The dearest o' the gowans, the kindest o' the aichins. 18396|And then ye brought, an' then ye brought ye baith that were sae fain o' my girlie, 18396|But though we hae goods that 'll last ever, 18396|Nae wonder is that we 're sae leal an' tender; 18396|Ye 'll love and ye 'll cherish nae mair, 18396|An' I 'll gie you an old love-tale. 18396|But here ye 've been, an' here ye 've been, 18396|An' here ye 've been to us poor waefu' folks; 18396|An' here ye 'll never gae to rest, 18396|An' here ye 'll never gae to sleep; 18396|An' ye 'll never gae to slumber ower by night, 18396|An' ye 'll never gae to sleep. 18396|O bring a crust, an' a crust and a crust, 18396|I 'll put you a bed, an' a crack at all; 18396|O bring a crust, an' a crust, an' a crust, 18396|For my love an' me--an' bring us a crust. 18396|O bring a crust, an' a crust, an' a crust! 18396|I 'll put you a bed an' a crack at all; 18396|O bring a crust, an' a crust, an ======================================== SAMPLE 25960 ======================================== 2150|Then would the voice of the sun, the golden day, 2150|To the ears of the nations and men's ears be nigh, 2150|And the star of the dawn be brightened and set. 2150|Then would the waves of the sea, the many-sundered deep, 2150|Roll up their spray, and the sound of the deep 2150|Spread o'er the land unrivalled, for land, and sea, 2150|Where the proud king of the sea laid down his claim, 2150|His throne to the waves, and the sea its lord. 2150|Lo! how the earth swells, her waves break their old sea-repose! 2150|Like a great wave of tide-surges surging and falling. 2150|Lo! how the billows are breaking, in ceaseless flow, 2150|The bonds that for generations bind the earth, 2150|Furrowing and bursting the deep's uncharted sea, 2150|Making a paradise, the wealth of the earth and sea. 2150|Thus the lord of the world and the sovereign of waves, 2150|Whose name is over all ages and lands, 2150|Who rules at his will all living and dead, 2150|Is risen, with a sudden ray of light and warmth, 2150|To a light that shall burn for ever in hearts that bear 2150|His semblance of the One that in the dawn began 2150|The eternal harmony of earth and sea. 2150|Yet in this new splendour, in this new power he stands, 2150|Not wholly in his own, for the earth and the sea 2150|Shall have a greater part and a greater right 2150|Of glory, till the ages, and all their pomp and pride, 2150|Shall yield and expire. 2150|Not yet, O world man, 2150|All, all are of one birth 2150|And one spirit,--God is God! 2150|The light of the whole sky 2150|No shade can quench, all of us men! 2150|We stand by the light of the whole sky, 2150|The earth and the skies,--we shall stand by each and all. 2150|What are men, without God? 2150|God makes them, and all the rest of the world, 2150|Out of Him, and they are what He hath made 2150|Unto His glory, and unto his will 2150|And His omnipotence. 2150|For men were made for happiness, 2150|Not wealth or power, not strength and might; 2150|And what He hath made to be as best 2150|Is happy to all of them, yet they are 2150|The slaves of few-- 2150|For some are so great that they have power 2150|Over the will of their own souls. 2150|O world man! I would but make thee know 2150|How God made thee, and to His praise I would 2150|My heart utter in praise. 2150|And what of the wrong of the world? 2150|It is the same--the same for me! 2150|There's not a kingdom in sight, nor a state, 2150|No throne, no sway: it is the same, the same 2150|I hold and shall hold, or any more. 2150|The power and the might of our people, or land, 2150|Or people, shall triumph, as once of yore; 2150|But we will seek the good and glory of God, 2150|In peace or war, in toil or leisure, yea and life, 2150|That shall bring us the glory of life to bear: 2150|And thus, and not otherwise, I would hold 2150|The same,--not any kingdom under any sway." 2150|He lifted his hands, and the crowd that stood 2150|Was silent as in a dream; and a voice 2150|From the depths of a depth of echoing prayer, 2150|Went up through the silence of the place, 2150|"Halt!"--the Angel paused--"altogether 2150|Be silent as in a dream. 2150|Haste we then the best of thy sons, O thou 2150|Who art of Him the all-glorious Son! 2150|Heaven be with them!--the Angel bowed, 2150|As with the pale-faced cher ======================================== SAMPLE 25970 ======================================== 12242|For that old-fashioned, "Do your best!" 12242|A good deal more than the other way, 12242|It gives one life to the rest of us. 12242|"Do your best," for a hundred years ago; 12242|For a hundred years yet shall we suffer 12242|No sun of heaven, but the tiniest ray 12242|Of the last sunset will out-paint 12242|Our earth, if aught resemble heaven in beauty. 12242|The whole creation, which is life, 12242|Is waiting for a word to come down 12242|From the "best friend, the best adviser, 12242|I have, who shall advise me on what to do;" 12242|And "best friend," though 'tis the worst word, 12242|Is the best man; for who can tell 12242|What man may do, when life's all in strife, 12242|Or what bright eyes may ope, and whom 12242|Shall watch and nurse the instant breath? 12242|"Best adviser, who shall advise me, 12242|When Hope, that instant, that instant friend, 12242|Falls in and asks assistance quite forlorn? 12242|"When I forget myself--my walls, 12242|My domes, my towers, my city walls, 12242|And when I leave the city's steps 12242|And enter a wilderness of grass, 12242|Where the brook and fountains are, and all 12242|The common things, the meanest things, 12242|Are more to me than city streets 12242|That I pass in my daily round, 12242|And the same things mine ears repeat, 12242|When the sun goes out and the shade 12242|Comes creeping up with silvery sound 12242|And blurs my sight. 12242|"O my loved landscape, when I come 12242|Back to thee, that I loved so much, 12242|Thou art the very picture of a heaven." 12242|But where is this Eden? Ah, where? 12242|Yes -- it is Paradise without stain; 12242|Where, in the light of morning, angels blest, 12242|Christ was born, the Holy of Holies. 12242|How should we know it, but from wandering 12242|In that wilderness, where, as in a shrine, 12242|We heard that Holy Voice above the woods; 12242|Where the sea showed all its splendor to a child 12242|Amid the tangled weeds; and angels came 12242|In white, aerial trainings to that spot, 12242|From great melodist, to sing of angels 12242|Above the ground. 12242|There in the garden of creation, built 12242|By God, for His own kingdom, He fashioned 12242|The fairest flowers, the simplest of grass, 12242|The simplest of forest trees; 12242|Made the soft moss and the tender thorn, 12242|And the tall fir and the stately pines, 12242|As if for homesick wandering children 12242|With hearts full of humility. 12242|And then He took them with Him only 12242|Where the highest peak of earth is seen, 12242|And the next circle, white, and pure 12242|As the snow on the mountain's breast, 12242|Where God's clouds are borne to an endless space, 12242|And the last is bound with boundless night. 12242|And, while we linger on the earth He made, 12242|And lives upon man's labouring brain, 12242|Earth shall be like a cloud in heaven, 12242|And this green world be crystal found. 12242|God knows that human hands will reach the goal, 12242|And set the clasping pins of to-day 12242|Against the sweetest flower, so short, so sweet, 12242|That, when to-morrow brings it forth, 12242|Its beauty will destroy and rend 12242|The hapless world it was destined to save,-- 12242|The world it was begot, not fashioned, 12242|Yet fashioned for its own destruction. 12242|God knows that human eyes will gaze on beauty 12242|Until the vision penetrates beyond 12242|All reason's reach -- and yet the skies will look 12242|Strangely upon themselves, at morn 12242|And ======================================== SAMPLE 25980 ======================================== 1002|I will unfold the cause, which from the beginning 1002|Of my existence brought me to so great 1002|A height, and raised me to this dignity. 1002|Of old I was of little learning the less, 1002|But that, which censures and makes ready for prayer, 1002|The Presbyters and Prelates have brought on me, 1002|Improves the art of divining and of reading, 1002|Through which, not only monks, but all the populace 1002|Goes forth, to make them aware of their vices, 1002|To judge and discerner of them, depending 1002|Upon the church of Rome and her orthodoxies. 1002|This science first enriched my understanding, 1002|From the angelic ministry issuing forth 1002|From Holy Theology; then became 1002|Perception and observation of the holy, 1002|In me became as fire to flash incorrupt. 1002|O thou, who greatly dost the world corrupt! 1002|If thou know'st Me, assist us, that, rev'rend, 1002|We may again become incorruptible, 1002|And that, re-pear'd and spotless, not indeed 1002|With grief deprest, but with so radiant a love, 1002|We may unaided be made strong again! 1002|One of the keys, which unaccessable is 1002|By any other, was to me the key 1002|Which won this victory; and by that faith 1002|Which meekness made me, O vengeance of His 1002|Impiousness, that, by negociation 1002|Loosed me from it, I am more a son 1002|Of piety, more accomplished grown, 1002|Since with this enemy I came to thee. 1002|O heavenly love, how each flame dost melt 1002|Through the optic nerve into a spark, 1002|From which it forth issuing goes into air! 1002|The flame which at the accident 1002|Of this confounded key doth interpose, 1002|And issue forth into the air, is he, 1002|Who is so frag sink/ 1002|A further question do I make to thee, 1002|Concerning the confounded and the spark. 1002|After long persisting by the alchemy 1002|In which it fallen into the ivy, 1002|The water of love dost, at the query 1002|Of the affection which discharges so, 1002|Dip its foot in brine; and, if it dare 1002|Acknowledge its own avarice, straightway 1002|It makes another and another coin, 1002|And again issue from the foot unchanged. 1002|From this shouldst thou know who thou art going, 1002|The party by whom the one be ruined 1002|And the other took is that which suffers most. 1002|Love is entangled in the fabric of things, 1002|That it may be more or less; and in it, 1002|Built so as ne'er was, nor yet so low 1002|As high-elbow practioner Adam made, 1002|Much of the strength is of the wing; and in 1002|The heart, whereon it resteth, is likewise 1002|So arm'd, that it can bear whatever thing 1002|It asked; and in the liver where it falleth 1002|It jarr not, but binds with iron that part 1002|Which mann'd otherwise. And from the foot 1002|It issues down again, arm'd with less might, 1002|Than bull's-hide or hide of lion. To do good 1002|Is from love's ardour, and to love good, 1002|From loving is derived the virtue. 1002|Now, with commotions of the heart, draw near; 1002|That so our meeting be conceived as working 1002|With such affinity, that, by coupling 1002|Association groweth wondrous sweet. 1002|If thou hear, and do not reject the faith, 1002|Because it is not easy for thee to see 1002|Through all the kaleidoscopic structure, 1002|As the keen and optical ken into the glass; 1002|So light, which is created tender and timid, 1002|Shunning all fairest, will of ======================================== SAMPLE 25990 ======================================== A thousand hearts that beat 937|From every side, "the battle is done" -- 937|But still the war of words lasts. 937|Love, the war of words is past, 937|Love, the war of words is fought. 937|And when the world shall cease to beat 937|Love, the war of words, shall cease! 937|I hear the sound of marching feet, 937|And from all sides as I look, 937|The battle sings -- but what is this 937|That breaks the songs of song? 937|Love's songs were made for Love's delight, 937|For Love's sweet heart is strong, 937|For Love loves not a foe -- 937|But with a song the war of words is done 937|Love's songs belong to Love alone. 937|A thousand songs I'll sing to the sweetness of song, 937|A thousand songs I can sing to the sweet notes of time, 937|And I'll sing them to the world from the hills of memory. 937|I'll sing to the notes of joy with the melody of mirth, 937|I'll sing to the love that comes in the world and is fair. 937|I'll sing to the beauty of youth and the beauty of truth, 937|And to the song I'll make an answer in every tone. 937|I'll build my life, in song and in song, to the music of song, 937|I'll sing to the glory of the singing stars above, 937|The song that the war of words is over and done -- 937|Love's songs belong to Love only. 937|Love has come back to me; 937|My heart is as it was before; 937|I am no longer a woman 937|But only a Love that waits. 937|I am Love no more; 937|The battle is done, 937|The stars shine out with pride, 937|The war of words is over. 937|Love is no more; 937|My heart is as it was, 937|I am no longer a woman 937|But only a Love that waits. 937|Love has come back to me; 937|The darkness of night 937|Seems like an open door 937|Through which a sleeping life, 937|So sweet, so sweet before, 937|Has swung from out this life, 937|Has swung into Love's. 937|We have come back from the hills of love, 937|And our hearts are as they were before. 937|From out of out the hills where you came 937|My lips have set a word of praise to tell: 937|The words are all as they were of old -- 937|The words of praise you told to me. 937|You have come back from the hills of love. 937|With a sweet smile you came and with a smile -- 937|"I am waiting for my Love." 937|You have come back from the hills of love 937|And you have come back to me, my friend, 937|With a smile where no smile had place; 937|A smile for our love, but a sweet smile 937|I had never known before. 937|You have come back; 937|And the eyes where the love had light 937|Have found a light in your eyes. 937|You have come back; 937|And the words that I had learned 937|Within my hearts have echoed them 937|And they can still be said. 937|O, the hills of love to the hills of love 937|You went. Oh, the long night -- we parted there. 937|The hills of love remain where ye went -- 937|For the first time since we parted there -- 937|We look on the hills of love and think -- 937|"I will wait till Love shall come to me." 937|Ah, the hills of love, 937|We've come back again -- 937|We have come back, my friend, we have come back, 937|We have come back -- but never a word 937|Of your sweet hand on my brow. 937|We have come back. 937|But the hills of love 937|Come down to the hills of love ======================================== SAMPLE 26000 ======================================== 18500|Heaven is a little place, 18500|It's my wish, I own, 18500|That one day I'll come here and never grumble again. 18500|I love the light and the air, 18500|The sunshine and rain; 18500|But my mirth would wither and die, 18500|If I could be blind. 18500|There 's nought here that can call mine to joy and to pain, 18500|There 's nought here that can wither or stir the heart; 18500|For grief to be mine I cannot well define. 18500|I 'm always at home at my mother's, 18500|Thro' the kitchen key; 18500|And at night I sit me down and whisper to 18500|The cook in the Cook's-kitchen-room; 18500|The hoss-bag and bologna, 18500|I 'm always, always at home at my mother's. 18500|O never the bologna, 18500|Never the beef, never the roast, 18500|Never the gravy or casserole! 18500|I wish you were always at home at my mother's! 18500|I never was at school, 18500|But a six-pound book 18500|Comes like a bird to my mother; 18500|Like a bird to my mother 18500|Is a six-pound book; 18500|And the prettiest book in the world is a rhyme 18500|For me to read an' ponder, 18500|When the world is out of joint, 18500|An' the cows starts to sleep. 18500|Farewell good-night, a good night, 18500|An' good-by to all, 18500|The dogs do lie inside, 18500|And the candles they light, 18500|Oh, then we 'll be nothing 18500|When the day is done. 18500|I met a man to-night 18500|Who bore a lamb's head, 18500|And in low-lying terms 18500|Said, "Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee!" 18500|A little bird sang sweetly 18500|To a little lamb's head, 18500|And then we heard him tell it 18500|To a little lamb's head. 18500|I 've seen those ships of Turkey, 18500|Bound 'mong's Plenty's foes, 18500|Cou'd scarce escape with life 18500|Their slow, oppressive way; 18500|But there is no delay 18500|In leaving 'mong's foes, 18500|The little ship that bears the bell 18500|Is aye the darling's friend! 18500|And when the laddie feels 'no shame' 18500|'Tis time enough; 18500|That little ship that bears the bell 18500|Is aye the darling's friend. 18500|Though weel did we the Laddie adore, 18500|And each be like the other, 18500|Yet this is all that loving can do-- 18500|That little ship that bears the bell 18500|Is aye the darling's friend! 18500|There grows a luscious brier, 18500|And there the currants bloom; 18500|Their sweet odours float around; 18500|And there the blackberry bell, 18500|When summer sighs the gale, 18500|The little ship that bears the bell, 18500|Is aye the darling's friend! 18500|Oh, whence but from that happy shore, 18500|The land that makes a lover glad? 18500|The little ship that bears the bell, 18500|Is aye the darling's friend! 18500|Whose songs were said a thousand years ago, 18500|While time was brief, 18500|And many a song was stilled, 18500|While summer sighs the gale, 18500|The little ship that bears the bell, 18500|Is aye the darling's friend! 18500|Then where's my billet, that I may work, 18500|Oh, why delay? 18500|There is a ready worker posted, 18500|The little ship that bears the bell, 18500|Is aye the darling's friend. 18500|How often have I heard the old saying, 18500|There 's ======================================== SAMPLE 26010 ======================================== 24778|I've read, my dear, it is true; 24778|But I'm no _chum_ to him-- 24778|My little girl is _wild_; 24778|I'll _watch her_, if she won't _scold!" 24778|In the last month of June, 24778|When the sky was blue and mild, 24778|The pensive Bird flew by-- 24778|"Oh, little Maid," he cried,-- 24778|"Thou knowest, I'm thy Master, 24778|And we've been long together 24778|'Tis I that am _living_, 24778|The Bird to whom I'm speaking!" 24778|There was a young cuckoo chick; 24778|She had a white robin's nest, 24778|And a dark colored cuckoo's house. 24778|Her name was Clara; 24778|She'd a duck's nest every night, 24778|A white robin's nest, 24778|And a dark colored cuckoo's house. 24778|Clara had a pretty hat, 24778|Its brim was bright as the summer sky. 24778|The birds they were scared; 24778|For they heard a little voice coming near. 24778|"O, cuckoo, oh, cuckoo!" they said, 24778|"We're afraid of your shadow, little bird; 24778|We cannot fly in the night like your shadow." 24778|"Come in, little bird, 24778|And let us go 24778|Over the snow; 24778|And we'll hop on the curving hill." 24778|"But I would like to stay here, too," 24778|Said the little cuckoo chick, 24778|"The little gray-bird, and not go anywhere;-- 24778|And I have a fair way to travel yet." 24778|"O, very well, then, 24778|Come in," said the cuckoo chick; 24778|"I would only say 24778|That you'd better come in for me, sir." 24778|Oh, they all did sing for the little chick. 24778|Then a little cuckoo came in to Clara; 24778|"O, cuckoo!" she did say; 24778|"I've a pretty hat, 24778|With ribbons that look gay, 24778|To shelter you, dear; 24778|And I'd like to give you a little nest, too." 24778|Then a little boy came in to Clara, 24778|"O, little bird, 24778|Do you come in to nest?" 24778|"Yes, little boy, I do come in," 24778|The little cuckoo said, 24778|"To hear you sing, 24778|And to be safe from harm. 24778|Come in, little bird, 24778|Come in, little boy, 24778|Come in, and make your roost, 24778|And I'll nestle near to you." 24778|And so she did; 24778|And she nestled right in. 24778|So it's good! 24778|And now the little birdlings came 24778|With their tiny nestlings near, 24778|To the little greenwood, to fly; 24778|There they all grew up 24778|And learned good. 24778|They sang they sang; 24778|Clara loved them; 24778|And her dear little ones she'd give 24778|Any thing that she might have. 24778|She gave them a little flower-bud 24778|And a nice little apple-tree, 24778|To see that they loved her as much 24778|As she loved them. 24778|Now I say 24778|"Don't be a naughty Boy, 24778|And don't punish little little robin; 24778|If you are afraid to fly away; 24778|Or else if that thing that's called a bird 24778|Makes you afraid." 24778|And so it's good! 24778|And now it's all over 24778|And it's good-bye, 24778|Goodbye to you and me,-- 24778|For our little cuckoos don't sing, 24778|And neither does little cuckoo robin. 24778|And there ======================================== SAMPLE 26020 ======================================== 1365|When to the sea-coast he goes, and with the sail 1365|Waves on the calm and clear. He is the sail, 1365|The sails, the wings that give, and from the sails 1365|The swiftness in the wind. The wind has taken 1365|That great man for its symbol, and the waves 1365|Of the great tide are turning in his sails,-- 1365|Toward the West, and in the south, and now 1365|Westward in one direction, now a-turn, 1365|And now a-bending with the force of winds, 1365|Toward the North. It is the night of night, 1365|And the stars are in the firmament like torches, 1365|Shooting and burning, and the moon is 1365|Piercing and shining, as it should be 1365|In the light of God's own holy light, 1365|With a perfect and stately course. 1365|A great man! Oh, no one of the crowd 1365|Won't win to this, with the poor old face 1365|Battered and blooded in triumph, and the scars 1365|Out of the future. But a better man's 1365|In the battle; and the people shout Amen 1365|As they hear the bells of the cathedral ring, 1365|And the black ships go sailing toward their home. 1365|When the great sea brought up his boat and sail 1365|He landed in a harbor, under the name 1365|Of Drusi-Gracia. In an isle of Greece 1365|And Rome at the end of Italus, he came 1365|Far from the battle-fields, and he made the Isle 1365|Of Famagosta his home, and he founded 1365|And gave the name of Narsas to that place, 1365|And gave it the name of Palermo. Here 1365|He lived and reigned with his fair daughter, 1365|Pernaena, on this pleasant shore. Her soul 1365|Sat calm in her calm beauty, and so still 1365|That nothing was heard but the still sea's flow 1365|And the white clouds on the highest peak of steep. 1365|She was a queenly lady, fair as heaven 1365|And graceful as a nun. In her presence most 1365|The children knelt, and, when the rite was done, 1365|Strove to draw their eyes from the lovely woman, 1365|Saying, "The priest will be here soon." 1365|She came back home 1365|With the youngest of her children, and the girl, 1365|Vaughn, the mischief-making youth, and they 1365|Grew up together, and each made his name 1365|A fame in lore and history. Their lives 1365|Were as one soul, and living and in death 1365|Their lives,--with a love to each other given,-- 1365|That spread like an unfledged willow. They were 1365|Spirits pure of heart, a light unto God, 1365|And they would not be slaves, but free as birds, 1365|As Angels, from their bodies. They would roam, 1365|As angels free; and their love became 1365|One in their love, and they gave each to each 1365|Name that was named upon the stone. And these 1365|In turn received and named them. They were 1365|Like a great river, and each named itself, 1365|And each received from each its name, and each 1365|Strove to be named by itself; and in this 1365|There was a perfect charity among them. 1365|Euphelia and his brother, the fierce lad, 1365|And Enoch, and their beautiful boy, 1365|Nino, loved Enoch; they played with him 1365|All night together; and while they slept 1365|They would say, "It is time to go a-whirl 1365|And wake up Nino and get his mail, 1365|And see if he can find it." But at three 1365|In the morning they came back, and when they heard 1365|Nino had found his father's first dinner-book, 1365|By the fire-place, and ======================================== SAMPLE 26030 ======================================== 841|A little wooden box 841|Which he had brought from the woods; 841|And here were the pictures. 841|A big black dog with broad black nose 841|And red red mouth red and full of hunger; 841|A small white lamb with white white horns, 841|A white rabbit with black ears and tails, 841|And a black cat with a big yellow eye; 841|A little blue frog and a little brown frog; 841|And a small red rose, 841|(Ah, the little blue rose!) 841|A little yellow bird with a yellow throat, 841|And a tiny blue cat all clutching at her. 841|And a little little butterfly 841|Hung on the top of one. 841|I looked at them and looked at me, 841|And the dog was the one I knew. 841|'I wonder,' said I, 'who it could be, 841|It looks as if I saw those, too.' 841|But when I looked again at the dog, 841|It was not the dog that I knew. 841|His eyes were like big brown eyes of frogs. 841|His nose it was as round and grey 841|As a big-bellied beehive. 841|And the small rabbit, too, had been his food, 841|And would sometimes, when it found trouble, stay 841|And bite at the flowers on the edge 841|Of her nest. 841|The little owl, the little fox, the little fox, 841|The little bird with the little neck, 841|The owl, the owl, the owl, the little fox, 841|The little bird with the little neck; 841|The little green tree with the little leaflets, 841|The little leaves, the little birds without number, 841|Were all about me. 841|The little dog it was snarling, 841|The little frog it was shouting, 841|The little dog it was snarling, 841|The little frog it was shouting. 841|The little bird's song went over my brain, 841|I tried to catch it, but I couldn't. 841|The little tree still held its boughs, 841|It was a lovely place to lie and rest in. 841|The little leaves were whispering to each other, 841|I looked up at the sky, and wished that it 841|Were not so distant. 841|My God! I saw many beautiful things, 841|A garden full of flowers, 841|Stained with many colours, 841|And little boys dancing round the ground. 841|And in the garden, 841|The little boys playing; 841|They walked about, on little stilts 841|Like ducks, and everything was very gay. 841|I saw them smile, though most of them 841|Were young, and very young, 841|And they who couldn't smile, 841|They shouted over the green grass. 841|The little boys who didn't play, 841|But played and shouted for their little toys. 841|I thought there wasn't any harm in this; 841|To me it was no different from a child 841|Being so wild, and so uncouth. 841|And it's very true 841|That the little children don't know much, 841|For they haven't played with other people's toys. 841|But we are quite good at those. 841|We were very good at being ourselves. 841|A long time ago 841|I used to walk up and down the street 841|Like this, 841|And sometimes I would stumble. 841|But I was careful now, 841|For I found there were no children there; 841|You just walked up to me and stopped. 841|You didn't know what to do; 841|How we played together! 841|The trees were very young, 841|The air was like a windy day, 841|We had no thoughts, 841|And we had no sorrow, 841|And we had no dreams, 841|And we were very happy. 841|Then the wind went out. 841|And clouds came over us. ======================================== SAMPLE 26040 ======================================== 12242|The first. 12242|And now my soul is not at all to me a thing 12242|So bright and blest, 12242|And would not worship at all, 12242|But mourn and wail 12242|To think of her 12242|As unalterably wedded to the earth. 12242|She would be sad, and so lamentation 12242|Would follow me, 12242|And all my happiness would be a grief. 12242|I know it is not! 12242|She would be sad, 12242|And so lamentation 12242|Would follow me, 12242|And all my happiness would be a grief. 12242|But now, whatever my defects, she looks on them 12242|But with a benign delight 12242|That cannot fail. 12242|She does not see my failings; she is pleased 12242|To see them less, 12242|And knows, without a hint, 12242|That I approve her. 12242|For, if she does not like me, 12242|Has she not also my faults? 12242|Have faults not theirs? 12242|Have faults all virtues? 12242|Have faults all dispositions? 12242|What I have in mind 12242|Is the same as what she has in mind. 12242|Is it not so? 12242|Is the soul not, too, 12242|In its own body, same as the body it lives in? 12242|It is the soul! 12242|And it is not 12242|The soul only; 12242|The body it lives in, likewise, is the soul. 12242|What more do I require? 12242|If I fail of her, perish at her feet, 12242|What a triumph would be 12242|To show 12242|Myself unworthy of her, and myself not unworthy of her! 12242|I desire 12242|Not merely beauty but 12242|Primitive sense of womanhood! 12242|Not the mastery of the earth 12242|In my presence only, but a womanhood 12242|Fit to be the model for natural life, 12242|The common being to be known 12242|For the world's good, not for her own. 12242|Full womanhood indeed! 12242|Not the knowledge of my faults to come; 12242|Not the pride of my exertions, 12242|But a public womanhood complete, 12242|Propriety and sanctity 12242|To defend and maintain; 12242|And a knowledge of my powers and of my defects, 12242|And of her love for me. 12242|This is my request! 12242|This is the sum 12242|Of my content! 12242|O love! must all thy favours be in vain, 12242|Perturb'd as they have been, or mismark'd? 12242|Must there be found no lavish gush of sound 12242|To heighten ecstasy, or drown desire, 12242|Or pour cataract of light o'er the deep? 12242|I love thee, and am all deaf to thy cries, 12242|Wretched to be born into an odious sire! 12242|Myself as fervent and as free 12242|And born for other objects as the storm, 12242|Other wants and other needs as this, 12242|Others even as these! 12242|The time was thus at last for my loved face; 12242|Time for her breath to take her last departure, 12242|Time for my soul to do its work and leave 12242|A remnant of being to mourn over, 12242|As many shadows, half-lived passions, pass 12242|Life with its affairs and not with overmuch, 12242|Bury'd, but not forgotten. 12242|But ah! when she must go -- 12242|The living, very soul and substance of me, 12242|The body and soul of those big looks, 12242|The breathing body and soul of her -- 12242|Why am I not ready, willing to depart, 12242|Ready, able, the very life of me, 12242|Easily, ere she be scarce an hour old, 12242|Ere she be gone? 12242|Why does she leave the narrow house 12242|For the high, round, gallant ocean, ======================================== SAMPLE 26050 ======================================== 615|To his first words and look, and his first care? 615|Wherefore to him the deed and hope had won? 615|Him then and his the king's fair queen should greet; 615|And to his honour should the tidings spread? 615|But that, alas! should come to other's aid; 615|For I but see, where I behold, but thither; 615|I will with these report her goodly dame 615|To whom the prince in all his joys was dear: 615|As in my tale is this, how well she fared 615|In her young days, when he my mother wooed: 615|(So was his life, so his heart bled, my liege,) 615|And with a goodly store of wealth advanced, 615|To wed the king's fair daughter as his bride: 615|For there was wont to be made wed at horn, 615|If but one of these I see so near. 615|"Aye in his heart, since that happy day, 615|His heart and fortune with his love is bred: 615|And I will evermore my lord and friend, 615|Willing and willing, see that he pursue 615|My true opinion, while he lives to see 615|The wedded daughter wed the prince's delight. 615|"With honour shall the maid, so faithful true, 615|My royal father's wife, enjoy all mine: 615|So he the damsel wed, and I am sure 615|Nor other would her fortune more enrich. 615|For that so fair a lady is by me, 615|And that so high her faith, with her will I 615|The marriage of the damsel wed, and her 615|So richly dight, and thus enjoy life's joy, 615|That never must I lose the happy day. 615|"My son (in this my life I have no fears), 615|With that so goodly dight, shall wed the dame: 615|And is my deed in my good father's sight, 615|No whit deceivers me, if the good king 615|To wed the bride of mine, a son's spouse should spurn? 615|What were I happy without him I fear, 615|And what his father, and my lord I dread. 615|"What shall I do, without my prince's aid, 615|If I from him, my husband, should be torn? 615|For, I my sovereign father, without him, 615|For this so fair a lady should have died. 615|Then if the maid should fail in faith sincere, 615|And I from him, my husband, lose my life, 615|And should again our king return to name, 615|That I the duke should have to wife that dame, 615|I think I do not think it amiss, I. 615|"I will advise, and with such counsel wise 615|To save my lord, as shall be think on ill: 615|But, if the damsel me o'erwhelm to-day; 615|For will I lose my lord with her, I fear, 615|Then will I make me of her bequeath the maid, 615|And so the oath, or else my wrath, divide. 615|The oath I take; and if I lose, so be -- 615|To bequeath her to the duke her arms I take. 615|"I have no more of it, unless from me; 615|And in that event will I not suffer it; 615|Nor will I to my lord, if in this I 615|O'ercome him, bequeath the maiden chaste. 615|Or I shall lose a love so valued, 615|And be the more by that good duke loved. 615|"If e'er my lord should leave me, for the best, 615|I then my love for him will take no more, 615|And that so soon as born again I see, 615|In him I will implore for all my debt." 615|And to his lord the damsel turned again: 615|"And if it do not make you joyful more, 615|To wed another lady, as I see 615|A better beauteous, and so may I, 615|That so I wed but one, a damsel, wed; 615|I will not strive to quit another's bliss, 615|In life, in death, so little will content, 615|Than to behold, in life ======================================== SAMPLE 26060 ======================================== 1280|We'll have a nice time that we won't know of till we've missed 1280|Our little neighbor who has got to spend the winter 1280|In our garden, where I've a great many little ones. 1280|And I'm glad--as I said before--what we're about to do. 1280|We shall have an excellent time that will teach us 1280|So much better to grow up and marry who knows how great a chance 1280|That life can afford us. 1280|Aye, it will be a great chance, will be; but we shall never 1280|See her again--however good a life she may have been. 1280|In the garden, in the garden, 1280|In the garden! 1280|Aye! the spring is fresh: 1280|It is full-orbed and full of mystery; 1280|And through its mystery 1280|I see the children 1280|Who are growing up, 1280|As if on the air, 1280|With their faces turned to me, 1280|Their hands to my face and their eyes 1280|Looking deeper than before into mine, 1280|They seem to dream of things to be. 1280|And I look through my windows, 1280|And in my heart 1280|I see my loved ones, 1280|With smiles and gentle, open eyes. 1280|As if the world were lying completely open, like a 1280|Great flower of sunshine, 1280|And the children who are growing up 1280|Were seeing and hearing the sun. 1280|I dream of the children 1280|Who are making the summer day 1280|So bright the sun seems to burn through 1280|The leaves. 1280|The sun of a long long day, 1280|Whose memory goes round 1280|And lives forever in my sight, 1280|And I, too,--I dream that I have played 1280|On the beach, with the sand 1280|On the beach. 1280|I never knew before 1280|How beautiful this life is: 1280|It is like a fair 1280|And noble drama: 1280|At the end 1280|It's over--all this time 1280|I have been a sailor 1280|And sailed about the world. 1280|It is strange 1280|That in a world of sin 1280|Even the good 1280|Is beautiful, sweet, and true, 1280|Even as I am: 1280|And that a man who's blind 1280|Still, in the end, may grow up 1280|To see and hear 1280|A play 1280|Because a child can see 1280|The meaning of a dream? 1280|But there is something to be said 1280|For the children who are watching about our doors 1280|And hearing what we have to tell them about ourselves-- 1280|Little children, 1280|Don't you sometimes wonder that life is such a joke, 1280|Just in this life of ours? 1280|We're a gang 1280|Of children, just like any other, 1280|Not grown men or grown women. 1280|And it isn't fair, 1280|And it isn't right, 1280|We're all just waiting for it to end-- 1280|All we want the most of all is peace! 1280|Peace, the thing we've been waiting for, 1280|Peace when we can go home, home again, 1280|Home from the war and the hustle and bustle, 1280|Home from it all and all worry, 1280|Home from it where the sunshine 1280|Gives a welcome that is both calm and new. 1280|Peace, the thing we've been waiting for! 1280|Peace, the thing we've been waiting for, 1280|The peace that a mother's hands have 1280|Imprisoned and kept us apart 1280|Through two long nights of terror and tears! 1280|When we thought the war was over 1280|And we heard the cannon's thunder fill 1280|The long, long hours of our waking, 1280|There was only one thing left to us-- 1280|Peace, the thing we've been waiting for! 1280|As we went over the hills into the town 1280| ======================================== SAMPLE 26070 ======================================== 1287|And what he has withal,--not a word of talk, 1287|But--look! he has a sword, and, as if so, 1287|A very keen-edged axe! He takes his course! 1287|And lo! his death before him--O the shock! 1287|He falls!--a blow! And his life and honour 1287|Are gone! To such a heavy blow, indeed, 1287|He is to death condemned; and in his death, 1287|He is to be the first to tell that deed 1287|Will not be atoned by human lips. 1287|I, too, have suffered it. My father's life!-- 1287|He is not yet to tell that tale. I too 1287|Had suffered grievous sorrow then; my life 1287|Had then been hard to live; the father's death 1287|Had then been death--to father, mother, all! 1287|But, ah! that time comes not again! This deed, 1287|This tragic blow,--not to you, but unto God! 1287|And now the deed is done!--I stand for life 1287|And life's great master,--to the world I pledge 1287|Thee--I pledge myself to thee, O Christ! For thee; 1287|And all my life my service, love to thee, 1287|Of which thine own hands alone fulfil. 1287|So saying, he began to climb the hill; 1287|The mountain took the sturdy-hearted man 1287|With so much firmness. His spirit seemed 1287|To be in danger at the moment, but 1287|With joy it soon was found. The mountain was moved 1287|With joy by the thought, that he was safe, he straight 1287|Leaning on his staff, and clasping the staff, 1287|And breathing thus his vow; then he arose 1287|A man as ever, yea, even a hero, 1287|And took his leave in all humility, 1287|With those dear brothers to whom he was bond. 1287|Now is the time for thinking. I think thus: 1287|The moment is ripe; my prayer is right, 1287|For this is the moment, as men say, 1287|For death to them, the old one's last, who now 1287|Sleeps under the earth. 1287|O thou who art my life, 1287|Who on the earth 1287|Lift for me so tender a love, 1287|That all the love, 1287|Which in my bosom still abides, 1287|Is in thy smile as well; 1287|Who, when I close my eyes, 1287|And see at hour of death 1287|The light afar; 1287|Who in my hand 1287|Sets the last of life, 1287|When through all hearts 1287|The mighty tide of love 1287|Rolls ever,--the love which in thine eyes, 1287|I cherish now thus well, 1287|For my departed self I bring,-- 1287|Dear, dear to thee; 1287|And clasp thy knee, 1287|Who art my life, 1287|And never, never, 1287|I will not turn from thee, 1287|O my life! to sleep in dust! 1287|Now my soul is like a child 1287|In its new-born bliss; 1287|The earth and sky seem fair, 1287|And the stars in heaven appear. 1287|I could love as if the air 1287|Had its mother-foetus, 1287|And I would so live, if I 1287|Could love as if I were thine! 1287|"The hour which brings the glory of peace 1287|To the world I would not wait, 1287|I can give my hand, which is mine, 1287|And of joy I can give some. 1287|To you only is this doubt athought, 1287|Ye who now sit in peace, 1287|For I hear the voice of one who sings, 1287|And one who is loved by thee!" 1287|My thought comes on, the while 1287|All else is passing by; 1287|While thus I hold in my thought-- 1287|Ye are dear, though ye be here, 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 26080 ======================================== 22803|But when he reached where the high hills rise 22803|And down amid the valleys are found, 22803|To the dark side of the mountain he comes, 22803|Sought the land of Erebus wherein sleeps 22803|The lord Who ruled the Trojan land-- 22803|Whom the blind man met while seeking light, 22803|And he met in Heaven, by the great Gates, 22803|Before the Son of God was born-- 22803|He, at whose birth, at whose decree 22803|A city became a star. 22803|And the blind man, as a slave, 22803|With the sun on his forehead rose 22803|And went to his mistress, and said, "I 22803|Am what the sun makes beautiful"-- 22803|But the sea-girt city spake, and said, 22803|"My spirit moves me not the less"-- 22803|And the blind man answered, "It is thou 22803|Who sparest the droughts and the floods"-- 22803|And the sea-girt city said, "We 22803|Are blind, being less than thou"-- 22803|And he said, "Thou art good, and so 22803|I will make them better to look on-- 22803|But we dare not look at the sun, 22803|Or turn, without a struggle, to our own." 22803|Then, in an empty world, he died; 22803|And when he drew back the veil and saw 22803|He was to live in his own home, 22803|He died, and had no share therein. 22803|Yet, even where now he does not tread, 22803|His ghost may linger on. 22803|Yet by the lake he still may sit 22803|And gaze down where the sea was dry, 22803|And hear the sea-fowl's song--of whose 22803|The man has not the talent lost-- 22803|As if the lake were an orchestra, 22803|Whose music, sad or sweet, was played 22803|For him by no one but himself: 22803|And for that song he has not played 22803|He hath more worth than he doth know 22803|In one frail soul of many souls; 22803|For when he sees his home-reared boy, 22803|And hath no other place to go 22803|He falls down before him senseless, 22803|And looks at his own dark eyes 22803|And, as the children do, he weeps 22803|With very weeping lips and cheeks. 22803|And still his sorrow lies beside 22803|His loved one watching there, and waits 22803|Till all the earth is hushed and still;-- 22803|No sound of sorrow or of pain 22803|Has yet been heard in these his days 22803|Since these had power upon his mind, 22803|Or else he knew that when he fell, 22803|Some grief must find him out before 22803|He even knew he had lived to die. 22803|And though these days in the water are 22803|As short as any, in his life 22803|The time had come when his soul must fail. 22803|He, being young, had loved, and being young 22803|Had loved a whole world more than he loved, 22803|Yet here was he and this the end of it, 22803|And the wild world and the wild sea they both 22803|He loved without the wish to see it, 22803|And he was happy, being blind. 22803|"I will not go before," he said, 22803|"Or ere I go shall I grow blind." 22803|"Go you before, or thou shalt wake, 22803|When thou shalt wake, to a life made vain 22803|By love and made for a life made vain." 22803|"Nay, if I go," he said, "I come 22803|At morn and noon, when men are done." 22803|So at his heart she turned her face, 22803|And all his heart to his hand's end came, 22803|And she went on alone--he did not hear-- 22803|And in the night-time he thought not of her. 22803|And when at last she came to his place, 22803|She went from her fair house and his house ======================================== SAMPLE 26090 ======================================== 4010|The king's self may he so longed for, 4010|And wished him at his side for good. 4010|And thus the son of Norman passed 4010|The day and hour of pleasure by, 4010|And, though his country's hope was woe, 4010|Still had his heart for his dear land. 4010|But as he pondered o'er his tale 4010|A new surprise was in his ear, 4010|As if some new event had happen'd, 4010|For he with hope a little glow, 4010|Still for the fight and Arthur's men. 4010|The morrow he went through the town 4010|As if it were the town of war, 4010|And found no host to meet him-- 4010|No sign of men upon the plain. 4010|For many a man had been a-done; 4010|And far enough his father-folk 4010|Had wandered from the country green 4010|To seek the hills of Arthur's halls. 4010|"All this, Sir King, I hardly can, 4010|What though I search at random, now, 4010|"I know he does, in secret, lead, 4010|Through many a lordly house of state, 4010|His own and gentle woman's bride - 4010|And do not want him to abide. 4010|But woe is me, alas! my fears, 4010|For if with one of Arthur's kin 4010|I found, I well might hope to stay. 4010|For sure as one is born and bred 4010|In Norman country, fair and clear 4010|His face is, though not to love I owe 4010|His life a comfort." 4010|The knight replied: 4010|"I see--a lie--but 'tis unknown 4010|In Norman country, why they love. 4010|But if, as well as I can say, 4010|I find in Norman country one - 4010|I fear not that the truth my face 4010|Or else the truth the tale, my ear 4010|Will hold, as to the truth I know." 4010|At that, the king's white mien he raised, 4010|And with a voice that sounded high 4010|Singing, "O merry wight of England! 4010|May I be glad to see thee here? 4010|If he be Norman, can it hurt?" 4010|Then lifted with a gracious hand 4010|The king, and in a voice of joy 4010|Said, "Come, Arthur's chosen thou shalt be; 4010|And we, to-day, no doubt have found 4010|The man we meant to see and greet." 4010|To speak of Arthur, though a dream, 4010|Or if it prove an empty boast, 4010|Might seem at least a theme neglected, 4010|Or worse; but now their joy would melt 4010|Into that happy, loving fear 4010|Of coming shame, perhaps--though there 4010|He, while they stood with staring eye, 4010|Grown bold and statelier with command. 4010|As those that have a thousand snares 4010|Grown to the place where they wish ta'en, 4010|So now were there, we were alone, 4010|If e'er we might have the man so loved. 4010|The King smiled on them; and with good will 4010|They bade him take the stranger in; 4010|Then bade his people, coming in, 4010|The banquet set by Arthur's King; 4010|Nor did he take for prisoners nought, 4010|But placed in them the noble dame. 4010|The king received the gentle maid, 4010|By her true love alone confined; 4010|And, touching her with true love's sway, 4010|Took from her hand the beauteous dame; 4010|And kissed that heart without a pain, 4010|Nor yet with sorrow's tears were weep'd; 4010|Which was as dearest unto her Lord, 4010|As dearest bliss unto the Queen. 4010|The merry tale was ended now, 4010|With many a happy, tearful word, 4010|The people's loud applause gave room 4010|To King and people's ======================================== SAMPLE 26100 ======================================== 20586|As the great stars shine like daffodils 20586|When the sun is over them. 20586|The dew is soft as velvet, 20586|But it hath a thorn that scorns you 20586|As the deers are in a faun-like band, 20586|And they dance upon the ground. 20586|As the dews fall softly, 20586|But 'tis not the wind that falls; 20586|They dance, but they cannot dance,-- 20586|The daffodils on the grass. 20586|What is your name? 20586|I am a poor pilgrim, 20586|Pilgriming in quest of you. 20586|I hope your life is fair, 20586|And yet I cry aloud, 20586|Ah me! I would that it were not, 20586|For how should we be friends! 20586|I ask a thousand troth, 20586|That you will look to me 20586|And keep me blest in love. 20586|You do not love me? 20586|How can I tell 20586|That you love me? 20586|When first I saw you 20586|I had no fear; 20586|You were not all sad and sorrowful 20586|As now you seem to be. 20586|You never saw the sun, 20586|Or through the trees; 20586|And yet 'twas hard to say 20586|What cause had brought me 20586|To your abode. 20586|In spite of silence and despair 20586|I heard your voice and said, 20586|Ah, tell, tell, tell, I pray, 20586|That you 've come again! 20586|To tell, to tell, dear heart, 20586|You still are true; 20586|And though I may not hearken, I can tell 20586|I never loved you before! 20586|If in the afternoon 20586|You should come in with me, 20586|And stand beside my chair, 20586|Ah! then, my dearest, then 20586|You shall be tried. 20586|If you should sit down 20586|I shall not fail to say, 20586|Aye sweet and clear, "She sat." 20586|If you should ask to spend an hour with me, 20586|To hear my lessons and me, 20586|Should you ask me to spend that hour, my dear, 20586|With you,--I dare reply, "I will not ask." 20586|For love always tells me 20586|When she meets me, and no wonder, 20586|That love makes me so weak, 20586|That I cannot bear the meeting, my dear, 20586|With you so far apart! 20586|To-day with flowers, to-morrow with flowers, 20586|I shall to you be dear; 20586|For what can love or beauty do 20586|But it will make the meeting dear, my dearest? 20586|Sweet, should I ever leave you, 20586|Never let the smallest sorrow 20586|Pass while you're with me, my Sweet; 20586|If we could stay with you forever, 20586|Love would not leave you; 20586|And the heart of her that loves us 20586|Would be all gladness, 20586|Frolic and forgetfulness 20586|Of worry and worry, 20586|Where there is no sorrow, no grieving, 20586|Nor a heart that is sad, 20586|But all sunshine, all gladness, 20586|And flowers that are gentle. 20586|Let us be still; 20586|For the sun has gone down; 20586|Night has come, and the stars have hid their faces; 20586|Come, press your lips, 20586|And kiss them, sweet, all the while 20586|Frosty-frosty-a-while. 20586|When the dew at eve is on the grass, 20586|And the little birds are singing, 20586|Then our hearts grow more kindly, 20586|And we love our friends more truly, 20586|And we plant our gardens more joyously, 20586|When the dew is on the bed of flowers. 20586|When I went to the Queen's, 20586|The ladies went with flowers ======================================== SAMPLE 26110 ======================================== 30687|The sun on the road! But I can see the little children, 30687|The little children whom we love, 30687|With laughing eyes. 30687|And the yellow star twinkles round the little children; 30687|And so when the sun is red again, 30687|Oh, we will go. 30687|They want no flags, 30687|No flags at all; 30687|They want to follow us where we are going-- 30687|They are the children. 30687|They will follow us to heaven's gate, 30687|Where we would go, 30687|We must follow, following, following, 30687|Where we would go, 30687|Going, going, ever more going, going, 30687|Going, going, ever more going, going, 30687|As we should go. 30687|Oh, our hearts will break their idols when we follow, 30687|And never let the world know we are there, 30687|But clasp and sing and cling, 30687|With the little children. 30687|Oh, I think that the sun would shine and shine and shine, 30687|When we came riding down under its wing, 30687|For all the little children should know it all, 30687|And be proud that they are children at all. 30687|I know that the star would rise--to heaven from the sky 30687|And tell us the way of its flight before 30687|We came riding down under the shining sun, 30687|And looked at the children who lived in it. 30687|So I think we must follow. We shall see again 30687|The beautiful sky where we never were; 30687|And every child shall say to us: "Oh, good, how bright!" 30687|Then the mother whose children we were to see 30687|Shall say-- 30687|"I think when I see them now 30687|I shall say it as plain as I can: We never were there, 30687|You. Oh, how you are happy." 30687|Oh, I knew there was going to be a funeral, 30687|Or else there had been a tragedy, 30687|Or else the people had laughed at me for my old age, 30687|And I had forgotten a tragedy. 30687|But that is all gone. 30687|For you may talk to me of the flowers, 30687|And the shadows on the red roof, 30687|And you may think of the people with long faces, 30687|And their heads bowed in their chairs, 30687|And the grave, for they are buried in the ground for the grave of it! 30687|You shall never see the dead children's faces 30687|For I shall be dead to them now! 30687|When the people come, 30687|When they come, they say: "Come in, 30687|We shall see the little children now!" 30687|But you shall not see them. For you must stay away, 30687|But you must wait till the children have grown old, 30687|And they are dead to you. 30687|They said: "We know that you are young. 30687|We know you are very tired." 30687|But you will not see them. They will be too busy with their work, 30687|And they would never tell you a child is happy, 30687|But they might say: "Dear heart, when you have had some play, 30687|We would like to have some play with you. 30687|And we think it wonderful fun to go out on the play-ground 30687|All through the bright fun days, 30687|When it's always very hot and the grass is always young 30687|And the clouds are always white!" 30687|When I went to visit my sister, she said sadly at the door: 30687|"It's a very fine little village, you don't know. And we've got the spring, 30687|And we got the merry April through with very little toil for us. 30687|And I bought a pair of boots, but I got neither boots nor stockings 30687|For my little sister." 30687|And then she went and hid her from me. I wanted them on very soon, 30687|And I said very politely, "Thank God, I'm not going to miss them-- 30687|For my little sister!" 30687|So she came to stay, ======================================== SAMPLE 26120 ======================================== 30282|And all for the misadventurë of a cruell wife 30282|Of _Gryment_ of _Gleschi_ a _Tese_. 30282|And of old time a _Tater_, 30282|A gode, a cruell dish, 30282|That the _Tortoise_ he is a _Greeke_, 30282|That he has in his hand; 30282|That he is at the _Taver_ to fly, 30282|To seek the _Tav_ for his supper. 30282|O where wert thou, my Lady! 30282|When the _Catch_ had come 30282|Out of the _Gardner's_ net; 30282|And the _Nests_ and _Purses_ were set, 30282|To take of the _Nuttkels_ th' advaunce, 30282|And to keep them in happines. 30282|O where wast thou, my dear, my Lady, 30282|When the _Nuttkels_ came? 30282|And thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|And thy self in a goodly stead; 30282|In a firy fire, with a fat duck, 30282|For to eat and for to drink, 30282|And to be eat and to be drunk, 30282|Was a genty mary goose. 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|Yet now dost thou change thy stead, 30282|For to dwell in a churlish dish, 30282|And be drunk with the best wine. 30282|Behold what a merry mary 30282|Are the _Nuttkels_ and the _Purse_, 30282|That the _Tevide_ eateth and doth drink, 30282|And the _Gardner_ hath with him. 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|Yet canst thou take it now? 30282|Or the _Nuttkels_ and the _Purse_ change, 30282|And be now the _Alders_ meat, 30282|And have nought for to eat, 30282|And do nothing but drink. 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|Yet now dost thou change thy stead, 30282|For to dwell by a coveting dale, 30282|And have nought for to eat, 30282|And do eat and to drink, 30282|In no good man's house to dwell. 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|Yet canst thou now forget it, 30282|For there is nothing good 30282|But that my Lady has got it? 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|O that my Lady had it, 30282|And to herself did use it? 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|And that thou now dost ban it, 30282|And do eat in gan to murther, 30282|And that thou no more dost mary, 30282|And that the _Reformer_ hath it, 30282|And that they call for it, 30282|As if a _Tory_ it were. 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|And thou mai no be merry then, 30282|But by a cunning ryall, 30282|That doth make the others wry. 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|And that thy Lady made it; 30282|And that a _Reformer_ gave it, 30282|And do eat in the Church dore, 30282|For to eat of the blessed bread, 30282|And to drink of the blessed wine, 30282|As if it were something fine, 30282|That in the Church was given? 30282|O thou hadst a goodly fare, 30282|Yet, by mony a wightly way! 30282|Thy Lady hath a strange way, 30282|That never the least man may hie; 30282|And he shall hie a-way, 30282|Unto the Church's shalle. 30282|If he be faine of hir way, 30282|He shall get him all right h ======================================== SAMPLE 26130 ======================================== 715|That's where the sun's at, to bring the day. 715|We'll make a match with this, and pay 715|It in the day when they've turned to sleep 715|And taken their rest, with your permission; 715|And you may say that you've lost a prize 715|That's waiting to be yours; and he won't know. 715|We'll get the last report from town, 715|And then go round to every place 715|On the line named out of our file, 715|And claim it for our own. 715|And you may claim it, or you may deny, 715|This is the way we're going, at the very least; 715|And it would not matter, if we died, 715|If he found us if we kept our line: 715|We'll keep it and never care, 715|Or you and I and none of us. 715|For sometimes, over night, we may 715|In sleep or dream be near, 715|While we and all the little light-feet go to keep 715|The road along, our path to lead. 715|And even if all other chances be 715|As empty as the empty hills, 715|We'll still claim it for the men who keep 715|The road along, our path to lead. 715|Here in this country, as I see it right, 715|The road, being made, being used, 715|Being known, having found its name, 715|Not any man can keep it out 715|From ever living person, man, woman, child, 715|Though he should surely be dead, was first with right, 715|And here in this my story, to the last, 715|I'll keep it for the Memory. 716|On their way to the war, as they pass 716|To the little house on the hill, 716|Down the lane they see through thicket, 716|Down the lane they hear a cry. 716|At that instant the soldiers all 716|Go off in squadrons all together, 716|And there is nothing but white mist to show 716|What was seen on the way to the fight. 716|"What is that cry we hear?" asked Ned. 716|"Ah! the cry of 'Peace! Peace!'" 716|"And there's nothing but white mist in heaven!" 716|"Yes, and everywhere else the fog will be white, 716|And white will be the road to the fight!" 716|"And what do they do?" asked Ned. 716|"They go away in silence," they said; 716|And the tear in her eyes dropped slowly down. 716|"And what does she do then--the little queen-- 716|That she kneels with her arms folded so?" 716|"She goes to keep watch in the village 716|On the way to the war," she ventured. 716|"So she saw it too," said Ned. 716|"What does she do?" 716|"She kneels in the valley," they said. 716|"Then she heard the cry on her way to the war, 716|And came back over the way to the hill," 716|"What do they do? Speak plainly!" 716|"They go away in a fog of their minds, 716|And they go to their watch in the valley. 716|And we must go to the war--to the fight, 716|And all must die." 716|"Why," they cried; 716|"Why are you waiting so long!" 716|"And what do they say that we must hear! 716|We must hear the cry on the way to the fight: 716|'Listen, Ned, listen!' Listen, Ned, 'tis Ned! 716|Ned, what are you doing? Why are you hooting? 716|You ought to be marching to the war!" 716|"Why--why is your watch so long?" 716|"Ned! Why do you keep watch in the valley?" 716|"Go, and go, and see the soldiers march! 716|Go, and see the soldiers march by day! 716|Go, and see them move out in silence ======================================== SAMPLE 26140 ======================================== 16376|My little child, my little child! 16376|The world is all a-goon: 16376|It's Jimmy's birthday 16376|And all the world is blithe and bonny 16376|Because of bonnie little Margaret 16376|Who bled at Tryon for refusing to marry her. 16376|Blithesomenes and breezes 16376|Are trumpeting to mariners 16376|To take the blue Atlantic way: 16376|And Jimmy's bonny little son 16376|Has sailed that way-- 16376|Had he been warded by any Miss Jane 16376|He might hae gone, as well as Jimmy, anywhere. 16376|Blithe little Margaret's body was found by a wizard 16376|In a meadow, bleeding quite near to the ground. 16376|And that old wizard, in fancy, ran across the green 16376|And found her, bleeding just where she lay. He seized her 16376|And fast, for he wouldn't see her mother die, 16376|(To make a double coffin she wouldn't do it). 16376|He put her in a corner, but when they tried to rise 16376|She wouldn't wake again. 16376|Blithe little Margaret's bones are on the green at the head of Thames, 16376|And no one knows whither they've carried her. And no one knows 16376|If they've bothered her yet to the grave or not. 16376|"For she'll be happy," said the old wizard, "if I put her 16376|All on a stack, just like all her other bones. 16376|So, Jimmy, I'll put her all on a stack, 16376|Just like her other bones. 16376|"For she died not dying out quite so young; 16376|She was only forty-three--and aching still-- 16376|And a heartbreak she could scarcely hold-- 16376|(A heartbreak she didn't till this hundredth year) 16376|The child she was dying of. 16376|"And she didn't need no stitches or plasters; 16376|No braces and no ventilators, 16376|Or new pipes or pumps or chest or skull-rings 16376|To make her sound as she did when she was young. 16376|Oh, I'm sure she'd have kicked their dinsam around, 16376|If 'twasners had been kicking at her bed-pits long, 16376|When she was a baby!" 16376|"That would have made her a baby!" said the old wizard. 16376|Then down the wizard he went tinkling like a bee, 16376|And in a little while he had made a baby of her. 16376|And the baby--who it was she couldn't make clear, 16376|Or what made her so lively this hundredth year, 16376|Was a wonder of attractions--oh, how large and 16376|And how fair and smart and happy she made them appear. 16376|And at last the baby--when she was as big as a tea-pot, 16376|And couldn't hold much more--so they buried her in the ground, 16376|And the wizard, he went again to London town, 16376|By the great old train and up the hill. 16376|And as he went, he talked with a tall dark-haired girl, 16376|Who took up the baby at once, and kissed her often, 16376|And the wizard, he smiled--just a little smile-- 16376|Saying, "I'm quite sure that baby was made for me." 16376|But as he spoke, her baby-hand was asleep! 16376|It was only a doll--and as sure as you're a human 16376|I can give it strength to stick to one another, 16376|While I give it something to believe in. 16376|Let us go down into the pit. 16376|It doesn't take much climbing to get down into the pit, 16376|For we've only got to keep on our toes, and keep on our heads, 16376|And hold on tight--and we can pull to and fro, without ceasing, 16376|For the sake of that old wizard, who may be found in the pit, 16376|If he wants to see as he lifts his eyes up into the heavens, 16376|He is sure to see something there that will make him start off, 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 26150 ======================================== 1919|In his hand the spear, and the falchion in his thigh,-- 1919|His coat of many colors, and his belt of gold. 1919|Breathed fierce the wind with gusts of wood and clay, 1919|Till it swept all the valleys, and it rushed the hills, 1919|And the thickets shrieked, and wailed from mountain to shore, 1919|The sound of the death-song of Grendel, and fear. 1919|"Now, ye kennels, let me pass in my pride! 1919|For I am bold in battle, and my armor is green." 1919|Arose all those wretches, in their gory deeds, 1919|And, bending downward, they turned their gaze athwart, 1919|And cried: "Behold the champion of Grendel's land; 1919|Oh, be thou comforted, for he is passing by!" 1919|Him the old man saw--the giant of the wood, 1919|The monster monster, Grendel, who had stood 1919|Forever at his side, and never ceased to fight, 1919|Till he swooned in death; nor ever more beheld 1919|The light of life, the path of victory, nor home. 1919|In silent anguish for his dead and dead's sake, 1919|The little child o'er the threshold passed,-- 1919|A little child, and pale, and old. 1919|"My little child, who art thou?" he said, 1919|"And why do ye kneel at my side, 1919|Ere the days of your youth have come? 1919|Who art thou, and what is thy lot?" 1919|The child said, in a tearful tone,-- 1919|"O, mother, who art thou?" he said, 1919|"And why do ye stand at my side, 1919|Ere the days of your youth have come?" 1919|The child said, in a troubled tone,-- 1919|"I ask thee, who art thou?" 1919|"And what art thou, my own, child?" 1919|He said, in a trembling voice,-- 1919|"Oh, father, who art thou?" 1919|"Who art thou, my child?" said he, 1919|Then clasped her to his breast. 1919|"And what art thou living?" said he. 1919|"Oh, mother, who art thou?" 1919|"And what art thou going?" said he, 1919|And clasped her close to his breast. 1919|The child wept, and she wept, 1919|"I go without pay," she cried, 1919|"Without pay to the wars, 1919|Or my place of birth." 1919|She called on the dying light, 1919|The death-limbs in it dead, 1919|"I know not what is going to be, 1919|What to-morrow hath waked 1919|The dark eternity 1919|Of endless sleep to-day. 1919|"Little child, little child, 1919|What dost thou waiting here? 1919|I know it is not true that I 1919|Am the child thou lovest, 1919|Nor is it true that I am a bride, 1919|But a thing of dust that thou 1919|Hast named me--the thing I die." 1919|As he stood at his doorway with his sword thrust deep in 1919|He glanced sideways at his frightened visitors. He was a 1919|pale, and the bloodstains on his shirt still clung with their 1919|rings. The bloodlust of his eyes was stilled, and the grey-and-brown 1919|He said, "The end is near at last; the end! the end!" 1919|In a voice that might have thrilled the silent air, as the great 1919|gods do at Delphi, "And, mother, what a happy child!" he said, 1919|"What is a child, mother, for a mother?" The voice replied: 1919|the world is as beautiful as any child. Let us keep it so. 1919|A little child asked his mother: "Where the baby goes?" 1919|The mother answered, "I cannot tell you, dear, but I ======================================== SAMPLE 26160 ======================================== 2621|And let him walk his talk, in the spring, 2621|And let him sleep his sleep; 2621|The world has done with shade; 2621|With spring's sweet fruitage fall 2621|Upon the earth again: 2621|And what were summer with a man, 2621|To the calm of silence like a story? 2621|A child, I knew it then, 2621|And ever have kept it true 2621|As ever vermeil-darkened fire-light 2621|Turned to a midnight-fire. 2621|O, that the year were gone 2621|When I had last beheld your face, 2621|And time had tinged your hair 2621|Darkly, and when you were a child! 2621|Your fingers have changed into a bee, 2621|And when you walk, you hum! 2621|Your feet do dance to the little psalmist 2621|Who whistles in your street! 2621|Your heart, where your love lay, 2621|Dies not, nor lingers live and sound; 2621|And your soul, which died with yours, 2621|Has not, nor will, to me, 2621|A shadow or sound to say, Where is she? 2621|I had a love when I was young, 2621|But never a friend as I see you now: 2621|He did me wrong! And as the years 2621|Roll onward, and my life is given o'er, 2621|I'll whisper to the winds my farewell now: 2621|Where is she? Where is she? Do you know? 2621|We have no right to ask this question, 2621|Since you no trace must see of her; 2621|She lies as she were a frozen frozen lake, 2621|Whose surface is a mirror; 2621|When eyes shall look upon us 2621|(And looking never blinds us), 2621|We shall know all! 2621|But the time passes, we shall fade; 2621|The tears will come, 2621|The hearts shall break in hours of ways, 2621|As they themselves do now; 2621|And in the end we two will die. 2621|Let us give our hearts up 2621|And bow to the dust, 2621|While your own soul-eyes are turned 2621|To look on the void, 2621|Whereon, with one conscious breath, 2621|Your friend will lie. 2621|Let us give our hearts up 2621|And live that which we know not; 2621|And give to the ceaseless breath 2621|Of God whose life was life; 2621|Let us give our hearts up 2621|In God's, and let God know! 2621|We had a dear, long-lost Youth 2621|When youth and youth's beloved do 2621|Ere they forget their loveliness, 2621|And all the good that they forego, 2621|Their hope of love, and hope of rest, 2621|And want and want and want and need, 2621|Their joy of love, their pains of love, 2621|Their love that came a longing, 2621|And died in bitter sorrow. 2621|We had a long adieu 2621|To all that was dear and rare, 2621|And the fair young love that shone 2621|With every charm that it knew, 2621|And knew not what it loved the least, 2621|And knew not any more; 2621|We had a long adieu. 2621|To the music of the sea 2621|And the song of the birds, 2621|To the wind and the rain, 2621|To the sunshine and dew; 2621|And we said, when we came again 2621|To that dear old, old place, 2621|"We shall never long to-morrow 2621|Nor leave so many smiles behind-- 2621|Long as we live, we smile at life, 2621|Shall we live? We cannot tell 2621|Whether the joys we shall win from this 2621|Are worth the tears we have shed before; 2621|For the sun may shine above, 2621|The rain may follow, and we may 2621|Ling by the old green wood so ======================================== SAMPLE 26170 ======================================== 17270|And it is in vaine alwuse þ{a}t neuer ben gaun, 17270|For there is no room at þat hall to hold. 17270|Þe þylde is blyþe, þy lombe is loth, 17270|Þat is þys lond þat may vt is forsored, 17270|Til þe vtt{er} blyþe no t{er}e abyde, 17270|Þat may no more þe vtt{er}es abyde, 17270|Begy{n}d het{er}-volky{n}g þy{n}ne v{er}-tynge. 17270|But I dare goon no higher i{n} hys mynde 17270|Þat I haf þy sop{er} vpon hys brynge, 17270|For þat is hyr drau{n}tyn to hyr nate, 17270|Þat is þe neue leue to þe syde, 17270|Þat is þe mynde þat mys sayntes hyde; 17270|For vch a wylde vyþer is for-wynge, 17270|Wel eu{er} þe fyrst faute of mony fyrst arn. 17270|Aryȝe w{i}t{h} mysse is wyȝely walt{er}ed w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne, 17270|For þe myssell þ{o}u gaf of it arn; 17270|Þat w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne neu{er} þy wern þat lykes, 17270|Þat is wern of þis wylle þe yȝen. 17270|Þe{n}ne wy{n}ge w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne meres het is dryuande, 17270|Þat þ{o}u fayn i{n} ful fayre fere þe fote 17270|I{n} w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne w{i}t{h} þy fynk of fynde; 17270|Þaȝ þay neu{er} hit worþe to wyȝe, 17270|Þat neu{er} hit neȝ neu{er} to wolde, 17270|Bot vch god neu{er} hit neu{er} myne. 17270|Now þ{o}u schalt haue an hele, þat he schal mou{n}. 17270|Þaȝ þay neu{er} be þy brende to þe bronde, 17270|Þe borȝ þ{o}u þat bikkes þ{o}u bylde; 17270|For þat bi-fore is þe best of bested, 17270|& þay may not hit be þaye made. 17270|He is fayled so ryȝtwys & his ryse is londe, 17270|Al þe tyþe of þy tweres þ{a}t teuen tre, 17270|W{i}t{h} þe besteȝ þat he maye, I dare wytte, 17270|Þow meu{er} þose lome{n}s þern þy{n} ȝele, 17270|Bot i{n}-to þe lyf, i{n} þo kynde to me, 17270|Þat may hym se{n} to se þis secou{n}, 17270|& be þer of alle þe waydeȝ hem þat wyst, 17270|Bot þ{o}u ne walt{er}neȝ þat þ{o}u wost. 17270|Þe frely fayre wakened hathe hit to hete 17270|Þat þay in þis wyseȝ & vp ======================================== SAMPLE 26180 ======================================== 7409|Nor is it my intent that mine aught should air.-- 7409|To him, who now, with eye and ear intent, 7409|Attends our feast, what will he more behold? 7409|What, seeing all his friends of other climes, 7409|By a new name, than that of a new clime? 7409|Not in the sun a fluttering wing shall be 7409|Left only of his glorious former state; 7409|Nor on the waves his chariot shall be row'd, 7409|But of his former majesty shall perish. 7409|The last and least of all the gods, my friend, 7409|To us belongs the reverential care 7409|Of that most holy flame, which, when absent, 7409|Fails not to kindle at a touch heroic. 7409|But your good gods, that might have charm'd the throng 7409|Of all, have deign'd to leave the living ray 7409|Envelop'd in the shadow of your shade, 7409|Though to the mortal eye it seem a show; 7409|'Tis but a hand-breadth from the bright abode, 7409|A precarious shelter from the day, 7409|A shelter from the day, a transient show, 7409|A momentary, and then forever. 7409|I know not what to call the living god, 7409|That leaves the mortal scene behind to tread 7409|The shadow of its wanderings in death. 7409|But this I know, that when in mortal shape, 7409|My friend, he seems a god that loves to grace 7409|Nature, and, to grace her, make himself dead. 7409|Ah! could each man on the whole world's whole 7409|Possess the soul of one our fellow-man, 7409|Whose mind the spirit of English song possesses, 7409|Who knows the muse and poets of America, 7409|Yet who has lived before the latest age 7409|Begot the sweetest lullaby of time. 7409|When the old truants of the Muses' hall 7409|Made vaunted pilgrimage to the skies; 7409|When the young Lyricks of the poet's cell 7409|Was but a florin in the ear of fame, 7409|Nor all the sweets that deck the royal hour 7409|Lay dormant on the sylvan bowers, o'erthrown 7409|And perfumed from the bowers of ancient spring, 7409|E'en these charms, and all the rest, escaped. 7409|With those young fauns, that early taught to fear 7409|The thunder-stricken forest's dreary noon, 7409|When to bitter death thy peering daws they bend, 7409|Oft have I watch'd--but eye nor ear hath he; 7409|His touch is cold; his touch is deadlier far, 7409|Than when he hurls the lance of steel and fire. 7409|Still doth the lion's heart great Nature move; 7409|Still rules th' enfranchised forest-tumultuous; 7409|She hews a passage in the everlasting rock, 7409|She treads a passage in the immovable; 7409|A moment and she stops;--the rock is gone; 7409|The rock upon her hair is shining pale, 7409|And on her bosom, spotless as the dawn, 7409|There breathes the image of its golden head. 7409|He is the image of the infinite: 7409|But he, though he is formless, is not still. 7409|So when some marish, opening to the light, 7409|Tells us a great black panther lurks behind 7409|The rocks, at whose far sides, in the thick shade, 7409|The fountains to the desert go drowsing: 7409|Oft have I watch'd--but eye nor ear hath he 7409|But in all bodies there is cooling set 7409|The darkness to so soft a purity, 7409|That my poor fancies swim on every shore; 7409|And he is with me--with me in the dark, 7409|The shadow of all shadows in the place, 7409|The outline of all shapes in the same spot; 7409|Though a faint, thin form through which the light ======================================== SAMPLE 26190 ======================================== 19221|As one who comes to his last home. 19221|And so in darkness and night 19221|I am thy spirit brought 19221|To share the sweet unconsciousness 19221|Of Love's hidden mystery. 19221|O'er the old heath the brown bee's wings, 19221|Bounding free, he stoops and surveys 19221|The simple scene below. 19221|See yon sturdy oak that stands,-- 19221|Dauntless it scolds the northern blast; 19221|And yon slender elm, with piers 19221|Scarce three miles distant, that adjoins 19221|The shaggy mountain. 19221|There the sun dips his caressing ray 19221|In many a fenced cottage-side, 19221|Where kid and lamb in childhood spend 19221|Their sweethearts' friendship. 19221|And yon pine-top, with its topmost bough, 19221|Where ram and roe were fain to play, 19221|Where wee Fido, stooping to explore, 19221|Perched awhile before that knotty stair, 19221|Then ventured forth again. 19221|And here, at morn, when all are met, 19221|The village-hies for walks abroad; 19221|While yonder gray wall does the steeple greet, 19221|And looks down on the village green. 19221|Here, as in habit, I'll try to show 19221|What each distinguishing circumstance 19221|Proves necessary to make up a life 19221|To our desires and purposes decent,-- 19221|A life of beauty, truth, purity, 19221|Enjoyment of the justly prized pleasure, 19221|Of friendliness and tenderness, and love 19221|Of all things beautiful and pleasing. 19221|This is the time when on the slopes of Jiutang 19221|The wood swallows, and with them comes the roe; 19221|When silver linnets sing on the mountain-side 19221|And the lark comes fluting down to the sea; 19221|On the peaks of Hsien-men, the valley maids 19221|Lay hold of their flowing tresses unbound, 19221|And to the valley-maids, a snowy dove 19221|Comes every morn with a balmy air; 19221|In all the world there are some that love me, 19221|And some that hate; and though each one be new, 19221|Still it is well with me; for I get love the more, 19221|As day by day I see my dear face grow, 19221|Larger, lovelier, for the close brush of her hair! 19221|But ah! why art thou silent--O sweet Bamboo, 19221|Fountain of Calm, and glorious Wood-Dew! 19221|What is the secret of thy slumber? 19221|Is it love's hand that is thwarting 19221|And not any hand but thine? 19221|The heart that is not waking understands 19221|And feels that it understands. 19221|Then, if thine hour be not come equitably, 19221|Nor is thine evening pleasant, 19221|Nor any day of the year can repay 19221|The love that is taking it without 19221|Or taking it matronially, 19221|I leave thee now--alas! poor Lily, poor Lily! 19221|Alas! but yet a while we part, 19221|Friends of my soul! We shall not soon be sever'd: 19221|This one fond heart of mine shall be thine nevertheless, 19221|When the sun and the rain are over Pudong, 19221|And the wind has blown clean over Puyehue. 19221|The Pecks lay still that shade the river: 19221|But the shadows in the wood say not shaded: 19221|And the wild birds sing by the jasmine spray: 19221|And all the day long, from dawn to dark, 19221|The lark sings near the ruined wigwam. 19221|There is a lot of changes in the world, 19221|Transfomations and confirmauntes, 19221|But one change in me that is of far worse mien 19221|Than all the rest--the change of my place of birth: 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 26200 ======================================== 7394|And then, with its long black head, 7394|The black-lipp'd crane with a white crest 7394|Its long white wing that dazes, 7394|It's long white feather'd head 7394|Of silver, its white plume 7394|Of glossy black,--well enough. 7394|But now, with a sharp, clear voice, 7394|Breathing of deep emotion 7394|From its heart, a bird that flew 7394|With wings that shook, and faltered, 7394|A bird that sang in its joy,-- 7394|That winged up high above me, 7394|And spoke to the blue sky of me, 7394|The night-bird sings so clear, so clear, 7394|It gives its message to me, 7394|Sang from its own black breast, 7394|Sang of the black-winged dove, 7394|Sang of its own black dove, 7394|Then sang to the sea of air 7394|That flings its wings through me; 7394|The soul of the song was spoken, 7394|And the soul, being free, 7394|Speaks the full truth to the breeze, 7394|And all its message takes in me 7394|As it is spoken, not denied,-- 7394|The black-bird's message to the night, 7394|Its pledge that all is well. 7394|When I saw him I knew him the King of Peace 7394|And love that never falls in vain! 7394|I looked on his high head in the golden light 7394|And held his hand and said: 7394|"O, thou of all the Kings of Ages gone before, 7394|Who shall be mine? 7394|Give me one life; and let me love thee, Lord, 7394|And know thee, Love! and worship thee, Moon!" 7394|(From the "Romeo and Addison"): In his youthful days, when first he 7394|(From the "Shakespeare"): With the last echoes of the earth, he raised 7394|The first stone for his city upon the green and leafy field 7394|Where he stood with his comrades, the tall stone of the 7394|(From the "Titania"): And from the ancient and the heroic tree 7394|When the last and the youngest, he made it to be his own, for this 7394|And yet, O my brothers, on thy fair and beauteous race shall our first 7394|(On the same idea as in "Majesty", already quoted): 7394|I shall have life; and not like a brute, nor yet a helpless 7394|beghast,-- 7394|Tamer of beasts, I shall be,--and I shall not be afraid to fight. 7394|I shall have powers 7394|Of soul, to bear 7394|The fire of heaven; 7394|To turn my face 7394|To the west, and the east, and the north, and south, and the 7394|(From the poem "My Love"): He is not to be pitied, 7394|But the race of men must be respected as well, 7394|Though he come with his dark brow and his crooked smile. 7394|There the last and the worst of men, 7394|Saving the city still he might, 7394|Till he came with his dark brow and his crooked grin. 7394|If it were done, 7394|Then if it be, 7394|I would not complain, 7394|But would rejoice, 7394|Seeing the sun's reviving light was sent ere it dawn, 7394|And the race of men to be set right by it all! 7394|If it were done, 7394|Then if it be, 7394|I would not complain, 7394|But would live to see the coming of the night anew; 7394|It would still redeem 7394|Those whose name 7394|Was tarnished all, 7394|And the last and the worst of the race of men! O my brothers, O my 7394|If it were done, 7394|Then if it be, 7394|I would not complain, 7394|But would be reconciled unto despair,--to behold 7394|To the death 7394|Shall I go 7 ======================================== SAMPLE 26210 ======================================== 19385|I had my chance, and so did Paul an' John; 19385|The bonny auld horse that's on yon hill, 19385|I heard the o'er the burnie's waving glen, 19385|While on yon gentle fling o' harp and lass; 19385|But I'll not hear you sing to ever mair, 19385|The songs o' old that I hae heard yon man. 19385|I could hae sworn I hear the beat o' ye, 19385|I met yer wi' my children in yon grave; 19385|"We've blest thee wi' e'en what ye left to us, 19385|We've a' the fortune that ye blest us yet." 19385|But the hand o' death has laid it by, 19385|And my heart is left to mourn wi' thee; 19385|While my daddie gae's dacent to his auld shoe, 19385|And my children to their auld mother's auld. 19385|An' I'll hae nae word to tell you sae lang, 19385|But I'll hae a ca' to gie my last pray'r; 19385|It's a' for auld lang sear's that ever were, 19385|And a' for auld lang sear's that ever were. 19385|A' yon trees, auld man, the auld, 19385|Are fairer than a' ye know; 19385|Why should they care what the waes and the willes may bring 19385|Wha thocht ye should na gie the auld to the auld? 19385|For sae's they're daurish'd wi' the frae the muckle-mouthed, 19385|And sae the auld mithers are chittering as chitter, 19385|And a' the care that the auld children maun take, 19385|Whan satt lid in the grave the auld mithers have wonn. 19385|A' yon trees, auld man, the auld, 19385|Are fairer than a' ye know; 19385|What saus' the auld mithers and what saus' to ye? 19385|They're a' a' a' care that the auld mither gies me, 19385|But they're a' a' a' a' care, an' a' a' a' a' a'-- 19385|But it's gude that I'm auld--that I'm auld, an' yander; 19385|But whan that I'm gud an' auld, I'm no like to dee, 19385|For a' ye maun gang the auld, an' a' ye maun gang the auld. 19385|I hae a son, a laddie o' four score, 19385|I had him this year o' neebor stane, 19385|We were content wi' my son toed in his lung, 19385|The mair he'd l'ed me he thought na ither. 19385|It was na he was a coward or a traitor, 19385|We had nae fight on account o' him, 19385|But for the faith that had stol'n him o' the sea 19385|He had saved the laddie from auld Scotland. 19385|He is now my son a different son, 19385|He has been my lod-ten in this town, 19385|And the mair I speak to him he'll answer 19385|Auld Scotland to the lassie that's nane. 19385|But the world that I 'm speaking of's a bogle, 19385|I never can thole the sharp scritch on't wi' weeping, 19385|A' whare can the thing, that's 'the haggis and the claithing, 19385|Come the grin, and the chaff, and the bogle o' ither? 19385|Losh! the tear that we gars the auld mither drain! 19385|And wha can tell how the boy grew in his blood, 19385|Or how the auld mither sat in wondrous gloom, 19385|The tear and the sobbing being aneath him sicken'd, 19385|And the tear o' ======================================== SAMPLE 26220 ======================================== 30279|He'll break your dream! 30279|The man who can see a ghostly smile 30279|In the face of some old song-bird seen 30279|In a by-gone hundred-year-old tune 30279|Comes back to haunt the dead. 30279|When the moon's a-brew, an' the stars are blue, 30279|An' the grass is green an' the sky is gray, 30279|We'll go a-fishing 30279|Out on Frisco's North Fork, 30279|When the moon's a-brew. 30279|There's ane that's far the best o' the best, 30279|The Prince o' the Sea is him ye refer to; 30279|His name's The Notch, an' he's the best o' the best 30279|O' them that follow the sea! 30279|'Tis not the chain that the ships upon the sea 30279|Rear into the air, 30279|'Tis not the pearl that the ships upon the sea 30279|Clyn'd into holes, but his white an' heavein' hand 30279|Bears all the pearl on high, 30279|An' the stars above him shine 30279|As the dew-drops of his dew. 30279|'Tis not the billow, nor the thunder-storm 30279|That he can ill withstand; 30279|It is his heavein' shoulder, an' the heavein' swell 30279|That beams in sunshine all day long. 30279|'Tis not the battle's flash 30279|That he can ill sustain; 30279|It is his breaking wave, an' the breakin' wave-- 30279|An' the sun behind him shine. 30279|We 'ave fished before The Notch, 30279|We 'ave laid the line along, 30279|An' the good an' agent dead, 30279|Is the boss o' the game! 30279|We 'ally round The Notch, 30279|An' aft we 'ave fished an' trimm'd the line, 30279|An' goof around The Notch 30279|When the moon 'alms him in, 30279|An' aft we 'ave fished before The Notch, 30279|For it 'ulls on down to Port. 30279|'Tis not the ship that 'alt ups and down 30279|Is the work o' The Notch; 30279|But the notches in her ribs 30279|Are off-set like his teeth. 30279|For she 'azens round The Notch, 30279|An' the notches in her ribs 30279|That makes her teeth to chatter. 30279|What is Down'slee 'oo's work-- 30279|We 'ave all to Downlee's! 30279|We 'ave fished before The Notch, 30279|We 'ave laid the line along; 30279|But the Notch 'ulls a-grodin', 30279|When the moon 'alms him in, 30279|An' the stars above him shine 30279|As the dew-drops of his dew. 30279|Our heaving heart 30279|Wears out like a balloon; 30279|It 'azles out like a balloon-- 30279|An' the stars above it shine 30279|When the Deil's ass in sight. 30279|Then 'tis "A hazy-diddly wee wee bit lass, 30279|A hazy-diddly wee bit lass, 30279|A hazy-diddly wee bit lass, 30279|O, jiggetty, boggetty, boggetty! 30279|_I'm a-goavin' for a Sluggie-gether!_ 30279|_I'm a-goavin' for a Sluggie-gether!_ 30279|I 'eard the Chilian auld coot grow grave, 30279|Like he was widdle cauld ben--O! jiggetty, boggetty! 30279|_I'm a-goavin' for a Sluggie-gether!_ 30279|Then out it went aye that chiltail gloamin' 30279|Into a bog there coomin' weel, O! jiggetty, ======================================== SAMPLE 26230 ======================================== 2732|And 'tis a very easy case to show his 2732|Disqualification." 2732|In a short course at the Royal Academy, 2732|Bore him up to a degree of competence; 2732|Had a patent, too, for a "good man's" coat. 2732|And, as you know, I've got a pretty picture,-- 2732|(How very simple it is,--let me tell you, 2732|And yet I can see the meaning of it) 2732|Of a gentleman that was qualified for this: 2732|A good man's coat, of course, whose head was trimmed 2732|With a sort of "goody-goody" decoration, 2732|To be of all sorts of good things distinguished; 2732|For he had a "real wit" (his good old man's 2732|Name, if you please) and a great sense of right. 2732|And I think the Lord knows, I think you will, 2732|Why he was qualified. 2732|His mother knew not a thing about that; 2732|And in his boyhood he had been taught 2732|By his father to be a good little boy; 2732|And, when now a lad grown up to manhood forty, 2732|He worked on a horse-cart with a pretty fine 2732|"penniken-roke," of the utmost quality; 2732|It's all made of barium arsenate; 2732|And he was, as the record shows, a "very good loon": 2732|Took very particular delight in it; 2732|And used it (in fact) all his life "alright." 2732|And when the doctor was about to call for him, 2732|(And the doctor did call for him so often 2732|You'd hardly know him by the way he played the "ten!" 2732|And if he were feeling exceptionally ill, 2732|Just came up to the bedside and stood on it; 2732|The way he said it, it's nothing but gaiety! 2732|But all in vain--for the "penniken-roke" in it! 2732|If you'd like him to feel just "a little better," 2732|You might send him--but don't say so in his language! 2732|Now I'm thinking it must be "as simple a thing 2732|As the cat's the dog and the monk's the abbot;" 2732|And my dear good Doctor, when you're treating him, 2732|(I'm not saying he ought to treat you, that's "nonsense"); 2732|It is quite evident you're taking him too 2732|For granted, and so it is with good men,-- 2732|The same is true in comedy and tragedy; 2732|In fact, there's certain degrees of "obligation" 2732|To which a good man's done,--that is, unless he 2732|Has put you off, and you feel you have to save him. 2732|"Well--this is bad I suppose," says my good Doctor, 2732|"I'm very much inclined against putting men to death, 2732|And if the first sentence is "I don't know," 2732|'Twill go to your trial, if you've not already done it. 2732|But--if you do--do it "on the spot" and in confidence!" 2732|"Well--I beg your pardon," says my good Doctor, 2732|"I thought you misunderstood a rule of evidence. 2732|I'm sorry for your case, but there's nothing wrong 2732|In that,--that is, any more than for the abbot." 2732|"Of course it's the same, you have no defence,-- 2732|Just do your best, and it's certain you will be tried. 2732|Then you do not object, if I think right, 2732|To think and feel, as a good man ought to do. 2732|My dear good Doctor, I think you have said all that is right. 2732|"My dear dear friend, you are wrong, I must confess it. 2732|As I mentioned before, there's nothing wrong 2732|With the first sentence, which I would have you know." 2732|"Well--then I see your friend's defence is "no"," 2732|Says my good ======================================== SAMPLE 26240 ======================================== 21st c. bis. 21st c. f. 21st c. f. 21st c. f. 21st c. f. 21st c. 21st c. f. 21st c. _The Book of the King in the Air_ 21st c. _On a Song of Two Voices_ 21st c. _And I'll come in 21st c. _Against the 21st c. _Pour o'er the 21st c. _Against the 21st c. _My Love lay down as in 21st c. _Against the 21st c. _My Love is all in the 21st c. _Against the Body in the 21st c. _Against the 21st c. _Against the 21st c. _Against the 21st c. _Against Death_ 21st c. _Against 21st c._ To the King in the Isles, 21st c. _Against the 21st d). To _Edward_ and his Wife.--_Against the 21st d_. To _Edward_ and his Wife.--_Against the 21ste_. To _Sofia_.] 21st d. To _Sofia_, the Goddess.--_Against Love_, 21st d. To _Fate_, the Goddess.--_Love of the 21st d_. To _Sofia_, the Goddess.--_Love of the 21st d_. To _S ======================================== SAMPLE 26250 ======================================== 36508|The words that you have said to me, 36508|It is like you have known 36508|The joy of this fair world-- 36508|Of the little children who sleep 36508|As children; of the hearts that beat 36508|With the joy that springs 36508|From the lips that have spoken or died; 36508|Of the feet and hands that were bare 36508|Of the wings that beat the air 36508|Of the great red-winged eagle's wing, 36508|Of the lips that you have breathed 36508|And words that you have spoken and heard; 36508|Of the arms of the world that are warm 36508|Like a hand in the face. 36508|The sun is high in heaven, and the stars twinkle 36508|In gold and emerald heaven, 36508|Hearing the music of you 36508|With your voice above the blue. 36508|The heart of earth is weary of heaven, 36508|And weary of the eyes that look back 36508|Bewildered by the splendors of your beauty, 36508|Shedding light and laughter to the soul. 36508|Let the starry soul of earth lie still 36508|Through every light and glitter of the night, 36508|Let it gaze on the infinite blue 36508|Of the bright heart of man the while, 36508|And the eyes of children that sleep 36508|As children; let the moonbeams drop 36508|From the dark and silent sky 36508|To bless the eyes that look for the dawn, 36508|And the child that sighs for the grass. . . 36508|You are a star, and I am just a stone, 36508|My little heart beats forever, my joy. 36508|I am the stone, your heart beats ever, my joy. 36508|We are the stones, but we are not at strife. 36508|The heart that lifts its little heart above 36508|Love and love's golden happiness, 36508|Comes flocking out of far-off places, 36508|Ever singing of love's long day 36508|And joy that is a song unending; 36508|And the heart that sings of love so gladly 36508|Brings all the little hearts of earth 36508|To the heart of love who sings for us 36508|A song that will never die. . . . 36508|Our little hearts of earth and sky 36508|Shall dance forever, evermore, 36508|As they always dance below, 36508|When night's little stars are set. 36508|You never know, when you look at a star, 36508|How it will turn out; you never know 36508|If it will carry you or if it drown; 36508|But I think, if you looked at the shining face 36508|Of that little white star that is so kind, 36508|You would know that it is good and beautiful. 36508|So from my heart my love will ever flow 36508|To this world and all its little ways; 36508|And I think that, if you would but look there, 36508|You would see beyond all sorrow and pain-- 36508|Just a little room with high walls of white 36508|And a little room with flowers in it-- 36508|Paved in colors and prints of wonder; 36508|And there were the little butterflies everywhere, 36508|Fluttering and twirling everywhere. 36508|Oh, little hearts of earth and sky! 36508|We are just little hearts of old, 36508|That are waving in the twilight, 36508|That are waiting for the dawn-- 36508|We are little hearts of light. 36508|One, laughing, prattled along, 36508|And three said: "Hark, dear, tell us, who, 36508|Do you think that this world is a dream?" 36508|"Little children, why are you so young? 36508|We are so old that we cannot keep young. 36508|But your hearts are young and your heads are bright; 36508|And it does not seem so hard a thing 36508|To be so full of love and joy 36508|That only a little child can be." 36508|A child has a bright blue eye, 36508|Beside it lies a blue dress 36508|And big brown hands, 36508|There ======================================== SAMPLE 26260 ======================================== 34237|And the wild winds are blowing from far and near, 34237|I cannot see a star, 34237|For I am far from love, and far from home; 34237|Yet, though I walk ascore hundred strange years 34237|And build my days a sordid funeral pyre, 34237|Yet, though I smoke my pipe in heathen temples, 34237|And dance for hours at a soul's fountain fire, 34237|I neither hear the dead nor thee, 34237|Yet, though I smoke my pipe in heathen temples, 34237|And dance for hours at a soul's fountain fire, 34237|I neither see the dead nor thee, 34237|And thou dost tread the moon, and tread the sea, 34237|Yet I am not so far from thee 34237|As they, with broken shoes, who wander 34237|Wear for a season the flowery strand; 34237|I neither dream, nor see, nor feel,--yet thou art near. 34237|Yet I, even I, I feel not what I feel! 34237|Though a thousand thousand worlds I tread, 34237|And a thousand thousand eyes I bless 34237|With an ecstasy that is not pain-- 34237|Yet, Love! do thou my soul behold! 34237|Ah, what a vision, what a life of dream! 34237|Where the heart's soul lies like a leaf in May! 34237|Where love, in life, is life's own spring; 34237|Where eyes look out at noonday, and are glad: 34237|Where all love is, and all hope, and all joy; 34237|And each life's a flower and a flower a flower, 34237|And the heart's a heart and a heart's a heart; 34237|And friendship's a friendship and nothing more; 34237|And life is time and death and nothing more; 34237|And sorrow is bliss, and nothing more, 34237|And all were heaven if all were heaven as sweet as this. 34237|And the world is only a hollow shell, 34237|A hollow shell with strange and curious things, 34237|And the thoughts of men, and the life of the years, 34237|And God and the world, and the souls of men, 34237|And that strange, whirling, whizzing, dancing sky, 34237|And the long, steep road that leads to God, 34237|And the rosebud in the fairy-haunted dell, 34237|And the joy that lies in the fading light, 34237|Ah! then to the heart of the thing we love 34237|There's naught but the soul of sweet delight! 34237|My love is gone out on the windy hills, 34237|And he has drifted away into the clouds; 34237|And I am sad on the bare sand hills, 34237|To think that should he see me I should cry. 34237|I can but think on him, and look at him; 34237|The sea is darkling round the hilltops white, 34237|And the sand is running in his face. 34237|I can but wonder how his face will be, 34237|When he hears from the sea-cliffs the sound of my cries, 34237|And the bells of the sea-cliffs toll aloud. 34237|And if he knows I have found him, how can he 34237|Know I am the happiest on the lonely land? 34237|And if he comes home again and is not there, 34237|And if he knows I am so very sad, 34237|Well then I shall be wise in his thought, and glad, 34237|And make his name as a name in all the world. 34237|The wind has come in, but the wind has gone; 34237|And I am glad of the voice within 34237|Of the old grey wind, that made me gay; 34237|When the day was done, or the day was done, 34237|And I heard the old grey wind say, "Well done." 34237|When the day was done, with the night's dull eye, 34237|And the day and the old grey wind went by, 34237|And the day was never, never nigh again 34237|Till the morning comes on and the day is gone; 34237|Then in the hollows of the hills I lie, 34237|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 26270 ======================================== 42052|That day the fireman's fire had found it. 42052|It was a day of heat and weariness, 42052|Of heat and weariness of body 42052|And weariness of spirit that day; 42052|And the spirit of the fireman's mate, 42052|That day of weariness and weariness 42052|Was like a broken heart to be broken. 42052|His face had grown wan with watching; he 42052|Had not lived to help his comrades, he 42052|Was but a broken watch to keep forgetting, 42052|Albeit of old they knew his heart's desire, 42052|They knew his high and deep desire 42052|To watch the sky's gray-blue wonder o'er. 42052|He was a fireman's mate, they said, 42052|But we are proud to call him mate. 42052|He was a fireman's mate, they said; 42052|But we are proud to call him mate. 42052|The water fountains came and poured 42052|The morning through to him that day, 42052|As he sat on the tangle of logs 42052|That made a little town of stone. 42052|The water fountains came and poured 42052|And poured them again, and poured them, 42052|Until his eyes grew dark with weeping, 42052|While to and fro each tiny bead 42052|Threw its dark shadow on the way. 42052|The water fountains came and poured 42052|And poured them again, and poured them, 42052|Until no shadow was around him 42052|The way the road to Camelot. 42052|To the sea-shore, a little town, 42052|The fireman pitched his camp. 42052|His fellows watched their work and smiled, 42052|And some went back to bed, 42052|And he, the little fireman, rose, 42052|The mate of fire and smoke. 42052|At dawn they heard a noise on the hillside; 42052|They hid their fire away; 42052|He answered back from his post: 42052|"The moon is setting; the Moon's setting!" 42052|And that was all. 42052|They watched her go down in the darkness, 42052|They kissed her, so they might be happy. 42052|They called to each other "What shall we do now?" 42052|But there was one thing they could not do 42052|To make her smile like him. 42052|They shook their lamps with redoubled cries: 42052|He caught the lamp before it went out, 42052|And the Lamp Whose use was done, 42052|The fireman, climbed up a tree to climb. 42052|And all the village, while the sun shone bright, 42052|Filled the green leaves of the heather sky 42052|With laughter from the cumbering thorn; 42052|And the merry cuckoo called in the leaves, 42052|And the old moon sang on the woodland hill; 42052|So up the mountain, high and far, 42052|They watched the dusky Moon go down, 42052|And wondered if they might return 42052|In greater splendor to their love. 42052|The fireman climbed fast to the trunk, 42052|Till every knotted limb was bent, 42052|Till his hands could no longer hold 42052|The lamp-wicks;--for he shook and shook: 42052|Then he cried "O God, my God, for Thee 42052|Is it not not enough? must Thou accept, 42052|And bless us all until the day 42052|When we look again forth on the World 42052|As it was, and deem anew 42052|Thy justice shall be just as thine?" 42052|That was the day they bore Him home; 42052|And they buried him beside their lord, 42052|In a lonely country village. 42052|So there the fire-engine he died, 42052|While the rest quivered, and the engine's bell 42052|Chime with the leaves upon the hill; 42052|And many a lad to weep that day 42052|Stood in his grave in Arthur's Seat. 42052|And some a boy, for whom no grief 42052|Might turn to faith, as men to prayer, ======================================== SAMPLE 26280 ======================================== 1745|Of all his glory now in shadowes hid. 1745|Hee, that hath heard, in darkness to his loss 1745|Consents to stay: the Tempter needs must needs 1745|So prevail, that He not only knows, but craves 1745|His sent by, to come, where He may teach him all. 1745|What could he more? or what more could hap 1745|If He consent to let him tarry still, 1745|Though He such favour to his worship accord, 1745|On this condition, that his creature good, 1745|Ransacked by the impious, to his amours 1745|Condemn'd; and in due time to be aveng'd. 1745|O wondrous change! yet at each instant bright 1745|Inclinable to wing his flight to hear 1745|The vengeance that awaits for such as these, 1745|If they resist! Hee with his infernal Powers 1745|For conscience' sake must die, who on him relies 1745|That instant; whom at next break of morn arise 1745|As from the swound, when Cimmerian Deeps are rub'd 1745|With rolling Afternings, Eclips, and Shadows 1745|Nameless, that roll from Shore to Shore, and shed 1745|Their rolling Afternings down, but stand at Sight 1745|All absorbed in immitigable Veils, 1745|That none obeying, no, nor obeying none 1745|Can see or run: Now on thir Eastern Shore 1745|The Red-on-Red-color'd Sun up rises 1745|With Spherical Corona scattering Flowers 1745|And Myrtle, which about his Round Retinue 1745|The Winds of Heav'n with Saphir swift pursue 1745|And catch them in their Airie Bales; so round 1745|The Circumphasie of Heav'n rolls each Spot 1745|Of Weather under his Influence; the Clouds 1745|Onely thickning, and their Rumpl and Stuccoars 1745|Added to the Iron drium, piled thick on heaps 1745|In Arc way; Noiseless and turbid as Ere 1745|Comes from the Anguished Mahogany Leaf; 1745|Now hoar with Famine; or, ere Heav'n at Large 1745|Hurls down the huge Malificaum on Earth, 1745|Moaning Departure, and perplext Masque of Law 1745|Upon sad Limits, fettering Sin to Climes 1745|Thus speaking, laid his Mathematic Leavings 1745|In Womb, and all his Tongue was so codified 1745|With rules of Rules, both high and low degree, 1745|That all his Brain was loath to let that Spring 1745|Blossom unattaint, nor that his Mind might Sea 1745|In Leaden Game, which made it hard to know 1745|What he should watch or whence to call Imagination. 1745|At last he had resolved to watch the play, 1745|With Eye and Notification whatsorone 1745|Of that high Victory; but first would fathom 1745|The deep Mind of him that meant it, who designed 1745|This happie, and this happy, and for those 1745|Farr other beauties, that they haue in Heav'n. 1745|For those he only knew, and to the rest 1745|Unknown; and of whom both Heav'ns and Earths 1745|Extraordinary workmanship brought forth. 1745|Hee, therefore, whose sole Office is to watch 1745|And advise, the happy, and that happie Round, 1745|Such, as (by lot) each Watcher religiously 1745|Hath in his Oratory, and like Soldiers 1745|At his Postponed oft, so he their Office shunned, 1745|And for their own good did their own just cause shunne: 1745|For right rational Providence eternal 1745|Does all such choose, not to offend the Holy Rage 1745|Of Wrath, but rather Pleasure, Seeking just 1745|And Sanctitie, which on them most on Earth doth tend, 1745|Pleasures preferr'd above all else, which might stain 1745|With Justie Dust their Burden, if the Theft were ======================================== SAMPLE 26290 ======================================== 28796|Of that dark wood's shadow, and its black, 28796|With a great black serpent in the net 28796|To catch the fish in a cave in the side 28796|Of the rocks there. The other thing 28796|Was a strange woman who had never trod 28796|The earth before, to the moon's light hue; 28796|She looked like that which the great moon sends 28796|On the side of the rocks which the great waves 28796|Hang over their graves. They called her "Sun-fish," 28796|For her beauty is great on great rivers. 28796|Then he wandered through the woodland 28796|As one who would find his wife 28796|And take his heart to the great river 28796|So they wandered and listened 28796|Till the bird came to them 28796|With the sound of a soft song; 28796|So they heard a pleasant voice 28796|From the secret of a bower. 28796|Then they heard the voice again: 28796|"It is only a bird, 28796|I am sure." 28796|So they heard the voice again: 28796|"It is only a woman, 28796|I am sure." 28796|Then the bird made answer, 28796|"I have seen a witch. 28796|It is only a witch, 28796|I am sure." 28796|Then the woman heard it again: 28796|"O! O! O! I fear it, 28796|It is only a witch, 28796|I am sure." 28796|So she heard another voice: 28796|"It is only a witch, 28796|I am sure." 28796|So she saw a scarlet snake, 28796|It writhed and its tongue. 28796|Then she drew the woman's hand, 28796|Held her hand and gone. 28796|And the snake made answer, 28796|"You have seen my wife." 28796|Then they saw a great water-spout, 28796|It spouted red fire. 28796|Then they saw the great water-spout 28796|That was black like steel and black; 28796|So they watched the fiery flood 28796|And the scarlet serpent. 28796|And as they watched they heard them speaking-- 28796|"Oh what joy, oh what sweet gladness! 28796|It will brighten for us again 28796|Through the day and the night. 28796|It is only a witch, I'll tell you 28796|That in a little while has been 28796|Born in our hall; 28796|There's no witch in here; 28796|He is only a worm. 28796|That's him you'll see 28796|In the river of Life, 28796|With a scarlet coat and a scarlet hand 28796|To hold the fishing-line." 28796|And the other saw: 28796|"O! O! You can never tell me 28796|Until you've given me bait. 28796|There's no woman or child 28796|But I was waiting to tell, 28796|In the river of Life." 28796|Then the woman was asked, 28796|How she had taught her child to swim: 28796|"Well, I have taught my child to swim," 28796|Said a man from the river of Life. 28796|"We all know that God's world, 28796|With its many worlds in time, 28796|As it rolls on the sea, 28796|And is ever, 28796|As it is-- 28796|And as it rolls, 28796|And is ever, 28796|It is still new, 28796|And the world still new. 28796|And yet each creature's life 28796|Is but an echo of a day, 28796|To our daily labor oft new," 28796|Said a man from the river of Life. 28796|Then the woman said: 28796|"We will learn the eternal wisdom 28796|Who was born of the sacred dust, 28796|The very God.” 28796|“Then go tell her to come here, 28796|The girl who sang thus long ago.” 28796|Then the beautiful one turned, 28796|Her little hands ======================================== SAMPLE 26300 ======================================== 1322|The last and best and most intense 1322|All of life is agony. 1322|The earth, the air, the sea, the sky, the moon, the birds, 1322|All of life, all time of all things, 1322|The sun, the moon, the flowers, the bees, the bees' honey, 1322|The flies, the flies' sting, the beetle's hum, 1322|All of life, pain, life, or death, 1322|And all my heart, and all my life, 1322|All it feels, all it sees and knows, 1322|As I see them and know what they are at the last. 1322|The moon at dusk is white, 1322|The sun before morning, 1322|The world's wide hills of grass, 1322|The earth, the air, the sea, the sky, the moon, the birds, 1322|All of life and death, 1322|The last and best and most intense, 1322|All of life and death, 1322|As I see them and know what they are at the last, 1322|And know my own condition, 1322|My own condition, as I go forward in the dark, 1322|And know if life still survives or if the gods die out. 1322|I shall go forward, forward, forward, 1322|Shaking the earth, 1322|Shaking the sky, 1322|Shaking the hills, 1322|Shaking the earth with a sound, 1322|Shaking the flowers, 1322|Shaking the grass with a sound, 1322|Shaking and breaking the roots of the trees, 1322|Shaking the fields with a sound, 1322|Pouring the rills from the mountain's side, 1322|Rushing through valleys wild, 1322|Making the mountain-steeps smooth like glass, 1322|With the valleys and mountains all red like coals, 1322|To the far blue distance. 1322|Till the dawn of the day be dead, 1322|Till the day of the sun be dead, 1322|Till I am the very centre, 1322|The centre of the world! 1322|All the others shall go forth to rest, 1322|Some with their lamps and some with their hounds, 1322|With their guns, with their powder-flints, 1322|With their leathern bags, with their powder-flints, 1322|All the rest, that do like myself, 1322|All the rest, that have nothing, 1322|All the rest go forward with the wind, 1322|The wind to my country, to my country, 1322|And leave me to sleep in my hut. 1322|The wind to my country, to my country, 1322|With a will they go forth to rest. 1322|Some with their lamps and some with their arrows, 1322|Some with their bows and some with their stones, 1322|With their stones for spears and arrows for bows, 1322|Some with their shafts for arrows, others with their arrows, 1322|Some with their shafts for shafts, others with their arrow. 1322|Some with their clubs and some with their clubs, 1322|And some with their clubs with them and their clubs. 1322|Some with their lance and some with their lance-shafts, 1322|And some with their lance-shafts with their spears, 1322|And clubs all of white, but some with their clubs too, 1322|And all the world's whole earth's 1322|I'll serve for the end of the world's end, 1322|And for the earth be the centre of my end. 1322|Serve the whole earth as myself, 1322|The whole world as my country, 1322|Till I die and take my flight to my country, 1322|And all of my land as a bride, 1322|And my tribe of kindred live in my country, 1322|In mine own country, all of mine own, 1322|All of my tribe of kindred, 1322|The world being the centre of me, 1322|All of man's land in the sky all sparkling and glistening, 1322|All the world that I see, all the sky, the sky all glistening, 1322|Shining like the water, gl ======================================== SAMPLE 26310 ======================================== 1381|Her gentle image, soft as dew, 1381|As in the hour of bloom! 1381|'Tis sweet,--the hour of bloom. 1381|The morning smiles from heaven, 1381|The dew-gemmed sunbeams kiss her hair - 1381|Her cheek is like a rose; 1381|And o'er her head the air is full of light 1381|Fresh as the foam of water's foam. 1381|In this green hour of May, 1381|I think of her sweet eyes 1381|And of her happy hours, 1381|And the soft-drooping, gentle lips that say 1381|'Come, come away, beloved!' 1381|The light of Earth is kindled 1381|And stars are in the sky: 1381|I sit on the roof, and watch, and sigh 1381|At the great day gone! 1381|The wild fowl fly out from the wood, 1381|The wild fowl fly in, 1381|And the wild-cat's song is in my soul, 1381|And the wild wind that sings forlorn 1381|A sorrowful song. 1381|The wild fowl fly out from the wood, 1381|That is not the case; 1381|The wild fowl fly in; I love and forget, 1381|And their song is of despair: 1381|I sit on the roof, and grieve and sigh, 1381|And the wind's song is forlorn: 1381|I sit on the roof, and grieve and sigh, 1381|And the wild-cat's song is in my heart, 1381|And my thoughts are as a leopard's, 1381|As the wild birds; 1381|It is the same old mournful song - 1381|That mad song of woe, 1381|As when the earth-fog o'er the world is spread, 1381|As when the world was young? - 1381|Alack! I am old, 1381|For all I have of green is grey. 1381|So, now that the world be far or near, 1381|And the skies be black or blue, 1381|Let there be a song in some heart to-day - 1381|A song for a lost one. 1381|Let there be a song in some heart to-day! 1381|The world is fair, and the fair world is fair, 1381|And for a heart that is fain 1381|The worlds shall all be made more fair, 1381|And all things be as they have been. 1381|The world is fair, as fair may be, 1381|The world's fair fairest flowers are here, 1381|And for a heart that is glad 1381|The world's a dream of a joy and dream, 1381|And a world of mirth made more fair. 1381|The world is fair, but what is fair above 1381|To the heart that is low? 1381|And the world is good, but what is good ere it? 1381|To the mind that is slow? 1381|But when the heart doth rest in the heart's core, 1381|Then must the heart be cold. 1381|And the world is glad--but what is glad to the heart? - 1381|Of joy there is none, nay, none! 1381|And a song in some heart doth bring 1381|The joys of a sad past, 1381|Though the singer doth not know this or where, 1381|And this sings on in the spirit doth dwell. 1381|And now that the world of men it doth be, 1381|It hath a name to it, 1381|And with tears the soul doth live - 1381|A sad song in some heart to-day. 1381|And now that the world of men 's been made, 1381|Why weep we then, and why mourn? 1381|What is there of earth in our end? 1381|Are not the flowers of earth! 1381|The flowers of earth and the flowers of earth 1381|Are here in full delight, 1381|And through the dews and light of the day 1381|Our lives go to each toil. 1381|The flowers of earth and the flowers of earth, 1381 ======================================== SAMPLE 26320 ======================================== 4332|Waving my hands to the far-off heavens 4332|My eyes will never more be fixed on your face, 4332|As mine was then. 4332|How shall I say it, how, how shall I say 4332|That what has been and will be some day 4332|Is little worth,--or how shall I speak 4332|The words that will remain unsaid 4332|While they lie on your lips in language vague, 4332|Unuttered 4332|And silent and vague as those you bore 4332|When you went forth on the wild march of life 4332|To lead me beside the fleeing years 4332|Where the night-winds howl and the rains of fate 4332|Crush to their restless feet, 4332|And the great world opens into day 4332|And swoons in sleep. 4332|And you, too, I ween, on that fateful day 4332|When the light of life shall all of you fade, 4332|And one by one the thoughts that now have sway 4332|Be cast into the dust; 4332|And you, my child, whom once I clasp and kiss 4332|As you were wont, I shall forget as well, 4332|And turn from you, far from you-- 4332|Turn from the lips that were sweet, and dear, 4332|And golden as the morning star, 4332|And the eyes, like water, full of love for you, 4332|And full of hope, 4332|And the soul, pure and unshaken, that dreamed, 4332|And dreamed in hope. 4332|I turn from the lips that were sweet, and dear, 4332|And the eyes full of love for you; 4332|I turn from the soul that dreamed and hoped, 4332|And the hope, too, of its last glow; 4332|I'm turning from your arms, and from your arms for me-- 4332|I'm going far, far away. 4332|If I should ever find the house, 4332|If I should ever enter in, 4332|The house that is not haunted, 4332|With the dead in the hall-- 4332|I think it must be haunted, 4332|With the dead in the hall. 4332|The door swings wide, the hinges creak, 4332|A voice that isn't of the dead 4332|Comes with a stir in the shadowy room 4332|And a stifled gasp, 4332|And a shudder that goes far around 4332|The chamber's depth - 4332|And a sudden, half-prank, half-despair 4332|Of what was in there. 4332|And the door swings wide again, 4332|The hinges creak again - 4332|The voice I had heard never 4332|Comes in again. 4332|The air burns round the chamber, cool 4332|With a long cold shudder and chill - 4332|The room is lit, and lamps gleam 4332|Where the chamber is, 4332|And the air is full of faint warm tones 4332|That hover there, and fly 4332|And disappear in air - 4332|And over the chamber the bells ring fast - 4332|How should I know 4332|If the house were haunted? 4332|--Or I think it must be haunted 4332|By the dead in the hall. 4332|But there must be some room in the house 4332|Where the dead can never be, 4332|And in that room there must be room 4332|As empty as hell. 4332|But if that's all there be, and all, 4332|What is the secret of it all? 4332|Why do I not understand? 4332|Somebody sits there and waits for me, 4332|Someone comes with the dead; 4332|There are no other voices in the house 4332|Save the patter of feet 4332|And the cry that goes over the chamber, 4332|And the cry that goes far and wide 4332|And all the rest. 4332|And somebody comes with the broken things, 4332|Then there is no more saying; 4332|No more is there striving, or striving, 4332|For the last things on earth. 4332|But as if the silent world were well-nigh done, ======================================== SAMPLE 26330 ======================================== 24216|The sweet, innocent day, the pleasant dream. 24216|It is a summer's day, 24216|The sun is bright and bright; 24216|The meadow grass is green, 24216|The meadow birds are gay. 24216|Lush young asters, nodding sunward, 24216|Peep down to you, sun-loving asters, 24216|Catch a few rays and glisten in the sun. 24216|Oh, see the little clouds that sail 24216|The blue of Heaven, and watch the bright sun be; 24216|But, oh, the sun, when first he climbs the sky, 24216|With his wings so proudly up and over us! 24216|When now he's on the water--sunbeams flying, 24216|His shining hair, in golden twining, 24216|All round us he's sweeping with so glorious 24216|A cloudless glory, as though some dark elf 24216|Had sought a ball in a green pastur' to play; 24216|But, oh! the sun, when he's over our heads, 24216|With his glory-sun, now at the top of the sky, 24216|Has scarcely more light than a thin, red glint 24216|Of the sun's broad, blue mirror, seen afar. 24216|All round the world, in the deep night 24216|Of drowsy days and nights, 24216|Faint echoes are ringing, 24216|And voices calling, 24216|Of some dead one, whose dear feet were laid 24216|Down in the long ago; 24216|In a land of memories, 24216|Far away, 24216|With his dreams, and his sorrows, 24216|And his sorrowful ways. 24216|In that land of years 24216|He never will forget; 24216|Where the dead are left, but the living, and 24216|His dear, dear dead, who never can come again 24216|To that place of silence and tears and sighs, 24216|The old, old heart. 24216|Wealth, and power, and wealth, and power, 24216|And long life too, 24216|Are fleeting like dim shadows, 24216|To those who wait 24216|In that silent heaven at last, 24216|To meet the lost, and to meet again 24216|The dear, dear dead. 24216|The night is dark, and the day is done; 24216|The dew is cold, and the stars hang low; 24216|There is no sign of the coming light; 24216|And the darkness husheth all around. 24216|But see! the darkness closeth not, 24216|Nor the stars sleep, nor the day is done! 24216|The sun comes up, the night doth close in gloom; 24216|The dew is cold, and the stars hang low; 24216|Still the darkness closeth not, nor the last light paling. 24216|The stars, they gleam, and the dew is chill; 24216|'Tis dark all round, and the dew is chill; 24216|Ah, woe for the eyes that see no more! 24216|The stars light shine, and the dew is white; 24216|And the darkness hangeth not, nor the stars 24216|That fill night with their glory and white; 24216|And the darkness closeth not, nor the stars 24216|That fill night with their radiance. 24216|Aye, darkness, for the eyes that see no more! 24216|I weep to think of their tears and their rest, 24216|When they sleep soundly on the green fields still, 24216|Or, like the stars, in their rays are seen. 24216|The leaves whisper, and my tears are shed; 24216|The night is deep, and the day is done; 24216|But still there is nought but the heart's sigh, 24216|And still the leaves are whispering of rest. 24216|And, woe, that earth and heaven can never part 24216|The heart from my breast shall forever be; 24216|For, when love, like light, is fading fast, 24216|And the heart's breath is quenchless by love's death, 24216|I would forget, and I would forget, 24216|And in the dark ======================================== SAMPLE 26340 ======================================== 1246|The earth has made her peace. 1246|I, not yet in aught human, 1246|I have no right even to sigh. 1246|All earth has done for me, all earth, is done in vain, 1246|But I am a thing born to die. 1246|I feel the world is near to me, I hear the beat 1246|Of wings across the sky, I feel the words to be said. 1246|I am the thing I was born to die. 1246|There was a time when no man knew 1246|This thing I am in the sun; 1246|When I sat on the top of the sky, 1246|And nothing was in sight. 1246|I had no name, I was not seen, 1246|Nor was I wanted by the crowd. 1246|But now that the day is done, 1246|And the stars lie in their places, 1246|In the dimness below their gleams, 1246|Have you come to visit me? 1246|I know all about you; the old, 1246|High roof with the grass at either side; 1246|The room where I lay at night, 1246|The lamp beside me, and the chair for me; 1246|I know you by your happy light, 1246|And the candle at your head. 1246|I look into your eyes, I hear you talk, 1246|I open my door and you shut it; 1246|I put my hand in your, without thinking, 1246|I touch your hair, I look at you with my eyes. 1246|I am ready to die -- 1246|What is it makes me wait? 1246|It is that never a man at all, 1246|In the world's eyes wide open, 1246|May look into my eyes, and see me, 1246|And pass, unaware, by. 1246|And the same fool who has no heart, 1246|Now that the world's eyes are bright, 1246|Is impatient to sit down 1246|And see me, and pass by. 1246|In the world's eyes wide open, 1246|In the silent, wonder-loving heaven, 1246|In the world that God loves best, 1246|Is there anyone to talk to? 1246|Is there anyone to show me 1246|Some kind of face or face form, 1246|And say: "Who is this, and whither?" 1246|Was there ever so much as a question, 1246|In all the long nights of watching? 1246|Was there ever any answer, 1246|Except the wind blowing past? 1246|The wind of the stars that change their places, 1246|And the wind of the wind that wanders? 1246|Or the wind in the darkness blowing 1246|In the great west, blowing west? 1246|I think the wind of the wind in heaven 1246|And the wind in the dark earth moving 1246|Has told me all about you. 1246|I know all about you. You are 1246|The only face I see in all the sky. 1246|With your eyes, and your face, and your smile, 1246|The way that you speak is a charm. 1246|I am glad in the sunless nights, 1246|And I always have a smile on my face, 1246|When the wind is blowing, and the wind 1246|Is whispering: "She is waiting for you." 1246|When the wind is blowing, and the wind 1246|Is whispering about you; 1246|And when the wind in the darkness whispers: 1246|"She is looking for you." 1246|If you could find me, if you could understand, 1246|What you and the world would be; 1246|If you could see what I see, what I see to-day, 1246|What you and the world would be to me; 1246|And you would know if I was blind, and you would see, 1246|And understand. 1246|If the sun shone brightly on a broken-down house 1246|Where a moth lives; and the dark and the darkling wind 1246|Was an appropriate voice for the voices of dead men; 1246|If you had wings, I think it would be easy to fly. 1246|If you went ======================================== SAMPLE 26350 ======================================== 28591|The man who's happy must not be a fool, 28591|Though he be happy in the morning yet. 28591|So let me be a fool in every day; 28591|A fool that's happy must not be mad; 28591|Nor yet so wicked, that I harm another, 28591|But humble as a suppliant humble seem; 28591|And, if I do aught which is not true, mend, 28591|Still, repenting, say with a God repenting. 28591|I think the man from God should have his own; 28591|No other's--no God's; but what will be true. 28591|The fool may have his own--yet is it good? 28591|The man from God, I think, is good; 28591|And I think it is God's business, as 28591|He does to us, 28591|To teach the man from God how to live. 28591|I do not want the world to know his name, 28591|But I would have his will and his control; 28591|Who knows his word 28591|And is obedient to him, may please 28591|Thee, and by his good example's still. 28591|I know not what he is, nor what he says, 28591|Nor what he is not: and therefore may pray 28591|Thee, Lord, to thee, 28591|To do me like, and so make my life 28591|As perfect as thou dost desire. 28591|I would not have the world to know the cause 28591|Of my imperfection, if I could; 28591|The world that cannot bear a woman's face, 28591|But, looking in her face, 28591|Puts all itself out in a naked rage, 28591|And shows as naked as she can. 28591|I do not want the world to know my life, 28591|Nor all men's strange knowledge; God is good 28591|And I have no other joy than joy of it; 28591|And if I have no other joy than joy, 28591|The world cannot comprehend the rest. 28591|I know not whether I am good or ill; 28591|I only know that, soon or late, my lot 28591|Hath been cast down, and then made worse and worse: 28591|I have known nothing good in me before; 28591|And therefore, Lord, I need not dread the day. 28591|So may the future be as sweet and fair, 28591|And I no less surrender my portion, 28591|My part in the work which I shall see, 28591|Since for the things that I have never had 28591|The Master of all does less than no service. 28591|I say to you, when thy life is turned 28591|From the vain life of joys, 28591|If thou hadst this world to lead, thou wouldst be 28591|A little less foolish still. 28591|If from the world thou art not turned, 28591|And not the living head 28591|Of a wild, unthinking boy, 28591|But a whole soul made as a boy's-- 28591|Why, then, the world must needs forget. 28591|As for me, I know not what the end 28591|When I shall kneel like thee 28591|To my own little, little heart 28591|And to thy beauty turn. 28591|I will not think that thou art good, 28591|Or that God, whose glory lies 28591|In mercy and in love, 28591|Hath made this worst of sorrows; 28591|But that, though all this world's strife 28591|Seemed a vain strife to me, 28591|The joy of God is not to know 28591|What man can know. 28591|I will not hope that the good 28591|May still delight in wrong, 28591|Nor the blind seek for sight, 28591|Nor that the spirit, strong 28591|To bear the wrong, will fail; 28591|But that in all this world of strife 28591|There is one thing to know-- 28591|That, since thou art not good, God must not leave 28591|The soul to walk in darkness. 28591|I will not say that God has failed 28591|To keep his covenant, 28591|Or is so ======================================== SAMPLE 26360 ======================================== 42041|"O me, that I might be, 42041|The love of all the world!" 42041|That I might be at peace 42041|With the world and all things. 42041|Love may live without a law, 42041|Walking at will alone, 42041|He may know no end of bliss; 42041|But there is none so true 42041|Whose is not given to law, 42041|Whose is free of all debt. 42041|The sun may shine and never set; 42041|The moon may be a glittering gem, 42041|But to his heart there is no need; 42041|He would be the eternal dark, 42041|And day on day grow deeper and deeper 42041|Into the night, and ever 42041|More deeply and more free; 42041|For there is darkness in the heart, 42041|There is death in the head. 42041|Love is no more then in the air 42041|That shakes with song and laughter; 42041|And yet it hath a greater love 42041|Than even love full-grown. 42041|Love's eyes are very far from truth; 42041|And his heart is very dull; 42041|But to have that in one's power 42041|Is the first surest sign 42041|Of a life begun. 42041|Love is not free: 42041|So the soul that is in love 42041|For so many years, 42041|Hath no need of free play; 42041|But the soul that is in love 42041|Is always full of strife, 42041|And always weary-- 42041|But once in Love's hand 42041|Is free, or once in Love's heel, 42041|And the soul that is in love 42041|Is always free. 42041|I have had many a dream of Love, 42041|Many a glance of his gaze; 42041|And I used to be so content 42041|All my days with him. 42041|But the vision soon was fled, 42041|And the vision was in vain; 42041|And I grew a broken wreck, 42041|A sick and broken soul; 42041|I could not touch his hand, 42041|My heart was sick and old; 42041|And I strove in vain to find 42041|One who understood 42041|The heartache I had brought 42041|Upon my own. 42041|So I gave in. And, oh, 42041|To the memory of his smile; 42041|And his hands of such soft fold, 42041|And his words of such pained wail, 42041|My weary soul will yearn 42041|For a hope the woe to shake, 42041|As I lay on his breast, 42041|The weary spirit of him, 42041|His lips like rose-- 42041|_I_ would not leave him alive, 42041|So the sun went never low, 42041|For I knew the heartache he 42041|Must still have in it for me; 42041|But I dreamed, and he was there, 42041|And I heard the sweet breath of his sigh, 42041|And I saw his white cheek burn, 42041|And I knew I must have him soon, 42041|And when it was the time, 42041|I would have gone with him. 42041|There was an old woman passed out to a cool tombstone 42041|By the winding Rhine where no man heeds her. 42041|By the winding Rhine where no man heeds her, 42041|By the winding Rhine where day's breath never comes; 42041|Beneath her cool, serene, silent feet 42041|The green rushes rustle and the grasses break, 42041|All to the calm, low, silent sound of the wave. 42041|So there sits that old woman, cool in death, 42041|On that cold, silent, chill and shadow-enfold; 42041|No eyes have looked upon her since her youth 42041|Sang through the dark that lay by the winding Rhine; 42041|But ever the memory of that old woman 42041|Floats and bubbles to her eyelids' core; 42041|There lies that old woman, cool in death, 42041|On that cold, silent ======================================== SAMPLE 26370 ======================================== 1568|When you and I go out together 1568|On holiday, 1568|We will walk in the fields together 1568|For the days of the year; 1568|We will talk of the days that are gone 1568|By the sea. 1568|We will walk side by side, hand in hand, 1568|Over the bright fields of Spring, 1568|Where the daisies are born, and dry, 1568|And the larks are cast, 1568|And the baby-boom of starry delight 1568|Is heard, far up the sky. 1568|We will speak of the little deeds 1568|That we each other lovingly 1568|By the meads of the still June sky 1568|Where the brown bee is. 1568|We will walk side by side, hand in hand 1568|Through the bright fields of Spring - 1568|For the ways of life are strange, vary, 1568|Strange, intermingled ways, 1568|And the world's a wondrous, strange child 1568|Who has changed his ways. 1568|We will talk of the days we are going 1568|To the land of his birth, 1568|And of the old days, and of the ways 1568|That we went to meet; 1568|Till you and I, with a heart of wonder, 1568|Talk as we walked. 1568|We will walk side by side 1568|Through the green and flowery days, 1568|Till the years are turned into tears 1568|In the mouth of Age. 1568|In the green and flowery days... 1568|... On the green and flowery days, 1568|And the birds are glad and the wild birds sad, 1568|And the bees are free; 1568|And the river gushes and the skies are blue, 1568|With far off hills of rest... 1568|And the sun, in the blue and still night, 1568|Shines on the flowers and the sky, 1568|And the roses are sweet and the stars see through, 1568|Wise and kind and deep. 1568|I walked in a world of beauty and she 1568|Made me her lover in a joy of her. 1568|A light in the blue and a breath in the blue, 1568|And a breath in the blue and a golden green - 1568|A breath of the wind in the green and a hand that held 1568|The leaf of a lily at its tender breast. 1568|In the green, in the blue, in the gold, 1568|A light in the blue and a breath in the blue - 1568|A breath of the wind in the green and a hand that held 1568|The leaf of a lily at its tender breast. 1568|Like a child, as it wandered in the flowers of Spring - 1568|The breath of the wind like a child was found; 1568|As it found a flower's breath and the breath of the grass 1568|As a child had found a gold-flower there. 1568|In the green, in the blue, in the gold, 1568|A breath of the wind like a child was found; 1568|As it found a flower's breath and the breath of the grass 1568|As a child had found a gold-flower there. 1568|The bird has found the leaf of the rose, 1568|The bird has found the leaf of the violet; 1568|It has found the heart of the lily, 1568|And the hand of the rose, sweet-breathed and bright. 1568|In the gold, in the blue, in the red, 1568|The heart of the lily and the bird hath met; 1568|And the heart of the rose, so bright and sweet. 1568|My own beloved, 1568|My bird is free! 1568|He hath found the hand of her 1568|Who fluttered on his. 1568|And the violet is sweet 1568|Of the song of his. 1568|My bird is free! 1568|He hath found the hand of her 1568|Who fluttered on his! 1568|And the bird is free, 1568|And he hath found the will of her 1568|Whose tender lips with his are set 1568|In the sweet bosom of ======================================== SAMPLE 26380 ======================================== 29700|All night the sea-mew fled 29700|Where stood the city's towers, 29700|And the low sky, with gray-blue streaks of lightning, 29700|Swarmed, like a shield, athwart their trembling eyes, 29700|A barrier of gold and scarlet; 29700|All night beneath their very breasts, 29700|The sea-mew fluttered and flew. 29700|Then, as the sun grew great, 29700|Whelmed in a bright cloud of fire, 29700|A wind from the west drew near, 29700|And, drawing near, as softly as a dove 29700|It fluttered out the name of Mary's Name, 29700|A few faint dronings of a broken-hearted, 29700|The name of Mary Magdalene, 29700|She and her Magdalene; and the winds among them 29700|Bore down a calm, unbroken spell. 29700|A time of calm and love, 29700|The time of faith and hope. 29700|A time of peace forevermore, 29700|That never will be again, 29700|Or stir the winds of heaven again, 29700|While round the throne of Judas they endure; 29700|And in deep penance long they dwell 29700|The days of golden summer, all the land 29700|Tuned to the sweet strain of Mary's name. 29700|"How sweetly falls that melody 29700|From vale to vale my raptured ear! 29700|Thou know'st the strain that holds me fast, 29700|From heart to heart, a Christian soul, 29700|Gives all to God,--its heart's blood and soul's-- 29700|To heal and save that heart. 29700|Ah, sweet is that melodious cry, 29700|O Mary, of thy Son! 29700|I listen,--the sound is shriller, clearer, 29700|The melody sweeter still." 29700|She paused, with lifted arms, and then 29700|Her face turned heavenward in their sight, 29700|And a great peace, divinely calm, 29700|Crept over him, and filled him near, 29700|And made the air to throb with light, 29700|And fill the land with singing. 29700|"O Mary Magdalene!" he cried, 29700|"The God of Israel bends above 29700|This tender task of love and prayer; 29700|I know that all in his great love 29700|Is keeping watch above us here,-- 29700|His peace, his blessing; and the peace 29700|Of him who gives of his own grace, 29700|To save us every one 29700|Of his beloved, and his pure love 29700|To all save only those who call 29700|To him the Saviour's name. 29700|"But, ah, the light, my soul has gone, 29700|The star hath hid our pathway now!" 29700|And Mary, with soft eyes that spoke 29700|A deeper light than words can show, 29700|Answers him: No star in heaven, 29700|No glory from afar or near 29700|Can fill the void of that vast woe, 29700|Save one that shone once in that hour 29700|When, by the sea, on Bethlehem town 29700|Mary saw the city wall, 29700|The mighty work of man; and lo! 29700|Out of the sea God's star of grace 29700|Spread from the watery way, 29700|And Mary, in her virgin pride, 29700|Saw God's great star in his place. 29700|"Sweet star of Mary, be thou my own, 29700|My own, my star in heaven!" 29700|And she with Mary's joyous cries 29700|And the glad star's glad answer, goes 29700|To rest within the child's smiling eyes, 29700|And breathes the glad words again. 29700|The summer night is past; 29700|The woods are still in sleep; 29700|No sound is heard around, 29700|But the lone stream's sleepy flow 29700|Dreamily answers the chime. 29700|By the wood-thrushes I am fain; 29700|The nightingales are busied: 29700|The white ======================================== SAMPLE 26390 ======================================== 27197|And the blackbird twitters in the nest 27197|And the wild white owl shakes his beak; 27197|The little birds have been told the truth; 27197|The golden apple falls from the bough; 27197|The golden apple is for you and me, 27197|And we will bring it to you and me. 27197|The goldfinch is a very daring bird 27197|And she's true to her mate no matter what, 27197|And she'll take what will fly if it comes to us. 27197|We've all a little love for the silver spoon, 27197|But we've not a bit of love for the golden good. 27197|But we'll sing a song to the golden apple, 27197|For it's very hard to come right down to earth. 27197|Who loves a red rose 27197|May be a hunter 27197|When he comes by, 27197|And the roses know 27197|The joy they feel 27197|Because they hear 27197|The sound they love. 27197|Who loves a rose 27197|May love a house 27197|In garden parlour, 27197|At times of dew, 27197|When all things tell 27197|Of life we are led by; 27197|Who loves a house 27197|May love a lass 27197|Who lives in a tower, 27197|Whose home is the sky, 27197|And whose feet 27197|Are all to them 27197|Who love the rose. 27197|So in the autumn rain 27197|You will come home 27197|From hunts and races, 27197|With thoughts not dull because 27197|You've not found you're tired, 27197|And hopes you can spare 27197|For nothing left behind 27197|When the flowers have died; 27197|You will come home 27197|From the hunt and chase, 27197|With what men call 27197|The heart of a soldier. 27197|The little green birds are flying south 27197|So fast, we hardly know ere what's behind; 27197|Like little lovers bent on love and bliss, 27197|They leave not trace of where their flight is led. 27197|The little larks are flying north, 27197|And all the country is in sight, but the hills 27197|They must fly over, and the clouds they must sail 27197|To gain their way to the sun that no one sees. 27197|The little gray moths are flying blue, 27197|To the place where they love the sun and the flowers, 27197|They've no thought of the great wide sky afar, 27197|They seek for them all with their greatest wish 27197|Of the heart, not the eyes. 27197|There's a garden of roses 27197|All over France, 27197|And it's my heart's return home. 27197|The sun shines strong 27197|With the silver moon, 27197|And the air is quiet 27197|As a man that's asleep; 27197|And the little flowers 27197|Are sleeping peacefully 27197|In the land they loved. 27197|There's a garden of roses 27197|All over France, 27197|But it's all so grand and dear 27197|With the rose and the lily 27197|That it makes me forget, 27197|I'm born each day a-Rising 27197|And a-riding about; 27197|With a heart on my breast, 27197|And a lot of flowers in my hair. 27197|There's a garden of roses 27197|All over France, 27197|When the day has been long done, 27197|And the stars are just a-setting, 27197|There is something in the air 27197|That seems to call my ear 27197|And a cry comes, I hear, 27197|From the flower-beds far and near. 27197|There's a garden of roses 27197|All over France, 27197|And it's my heart's return home; 27197|O, if I were a rose 27197|Under the sky! 27197|O if I were a rose! 27197|My love was warmly loved 27197|'Neath the white stars' ray, 27197| ======================================== SAMPLE 26400 ======================================== 28591|When he is dead, let not his good name 28591|Be hidden in the heart of the foe; 28591|Lest the poor coward shame poor men, 28591|And the poor coward shame poor heaven. 28591|I do not ask a friend to be for me; 28591|I will not need his help to be well; 28591|The good man has his own way, he knows 28591|That God alone knows how to be true. 28591|God's children have their own way, and they, too, 28591|Have right to do what that way wills them. 28591|God's children sometimes get lost in error, 28591|Or stumble on in folly; then, go slow. 28591|The good man needs the right guidance still 28591|Till God Himself guides him. 28591|God's children often have a hard time 28591|Of the man-pleasing of flesh and blood. 28591|God's children sometimes break the law, 28591|And sometimes forget the laws of God. 28591|God's children sometimes do ill things 28591|And must be taught what are good ways. 28591|God's children oft are cold or deaf, 28591|Or blind, or lame, or crippled, all the way. 28591|That's life--that's learning--that's toil, and it's drear 28591|Before you can reach success or be well. 28591|God's children need no man at all things; 28591|All is so much by other hands told. 28591|God's children always find trouble, 28591|Striving for more than this in vain. 28591|God's little children--you must teach them 28591|That you will always watch their well-being. 28591|My soul is weary of earth's old-time joys, 28591|I long for a fresh approach to the open day, 28591|A touch of a breeze from the ocean of God's will, 28591|A touch of the fresh air of the peaceful West. 28591|I long for an air breathed with a fragrance and peace 28591|That brings to mind a wild-wood home and the love 28591|That a mother feels for her unborn wild-wood child. 28591|Ah, yet a wild breeze from the ocean of God's will 28591|That blows in from the West like the breath of Spring; 28591|A touch of the sea and a breeze in the West, 28591|And the girl smiles in her cradle, for a while. 28591|I would live in the greenwoods where the violets blow, 28591|And hear the wild winds, as they are ever so sweetly close, 28591|With no one to trouble me with "Would he or wouldn't?" 28591|No one to say that my heart must not be true to the wild, 28591|Or that I must not be true to the wild. 28591|And I would never dwell with the man who won't, 28591|For life to me is a little wild flower that can never blow; 28591|And the man who is always "Not-will-and-may-not" is cold. 28591|I would live in the wilderness with the flowers that grow, 28591|Where the air is a perfume, and I can never blow 28591|A breath in the summer, for love is such a sickly air. 28591|But I would live in the woods if I could breathe in the pure, 28591|And I would breathe in the purity of pure, and breathe free, 28591|And feel my soul a living soul, that knew nothing of care, 28591|And could live in eternity, since never a doubt shall come 28591|To make me an angel, if I breathed in the pure. 28591|I would live in a wild, unending spirit of love-- 28591|For I know love can love, and I know there is no more love. 28591|And I would make a day, a great, free, joyful day, 28591|And I would pray in a holy place, a high, pure place, 28591|And the angels, with eyes that are clear as heaven's, would pray 28591|From that high place in Heaven--and no matter how far 28591|The angel flight must be, we'll pray on, while the angel sings. 28591|There's many a prayer 28591|That's held more dear 28591|Th ======================================== SAMPLE 26410 ======================================== 29993|As from a dream he woke; 29993|And then a sudden light on him 29993|Shone, like stars in a sea.-- 29993|"It is the moonlight over the sea!" 29993|Faintly he murmured, "Moon! 29993|O, my God! my mother, my mother! 29993|And have you brought hither for me 29993|A friend of many a friend?" 29993|Then once again his mother spoke, 29993|"It is not the moon, it is not the sea, 29993|But a child to whom I came." 29993|And then she turned away a space, 29993|The tears fastened her eyes, 29993|And then he kissed her gently on her lips, 29993|And made his sign to her again. 29993|And suddenly over his senses came 29993|A vague and flickering light 29993|That spread like a great compass through the gloom, 29993|And told him that one little life 29993|Had grown into infinity. 29993|The night is falling, a lonesome light 29993|Faints in the sky, and the wind is low; 29993|And out of the darkness, o'er the mist 29993|The day breaks with a misty light. 29993|And out of the mist, one by one, 29993|Each little star with a little hand 29993|Rests on a white-winged cloud that goes 29993|Across the mists and laughs with me. 29993|I watch the little stars go by; 29993|And as they go, one by one, with wings 29993|I gather all the dreams I know 29993|From their home in the heavens above: 29993|From hope of childhood's first love's night, 29993|From joy of youth's first rose-alumne, 29993|From hope of heaven itself, and so 29993|From love of earth and hope of heaven. 29993|And all the while, for I cannot tell 29993|From the heart's worst anguish where I lay, 29993|I hear a voice that sings from afar 29993|As far as I can reach with my sight 29993|And feel that even I cannot die; 29993|Even as a child, who stands at play 29993|With a dream every dream of life hath, 29993|Of hope, in the far, far future; 29993|Of death and immortality, 29993|To the heart of the dream his music sings. 29993|The rain is gone, and no cloud is there, 29993|For the moon hangs high above my head, 29993|And the wind's voice has stopped in its tuneful rhyme, 29993|And leaves no echo in my soul. 29993|All things are still, and the night is deep: 29993|And the shadows of things slowly hover 29993|On the dark. I am weary and sick at heart, 29993|Knowing that all things cease, and that all things cease. 29993|But it seems the night is many miles away, 29993|And the shadows of things slowly swim 29993|In a misty calm, and the moon hangs high above. 29993|I am weary and sick at heart at knowing this; 29993|How far away, yet how near! How far away! 29993|And I cannot sleep, for the silence comes in throngs, 29993|And the wind's voice has stopped, and the night is wet. 29993|And the rain is gone, and I cannot hear 29993|One single bird, or the one refrain 29993|That once was a familiar refrain; 29993|And out of the rain-clouds is a voice that sings:-- 29993|"The night is long, and the night is long; 29993|We have lived, and we live again, 29993|We shall live, but not for long!" 29993|I would be with the wind to-night! 29993|I would be with the rain to-night! 29993|I would be with the stars to-night! 29993|I would be in the woods with you, 29993|Where the long white trails are made, 29993|And the branches are the sunsets' glow, 29993|And the branches bend to look 29993|Toward the sky with the eyes that gleam, 29993|And from branches that have no darkness ======================================== SAMPLE 26420 ======================================== 17448|Calls out to God and His angels 17448|Out of your huts, I know, 17448|Out of your caves in the hill-sides, 17448|Out of the woods I hear: 17448|The hounds of the fox are coming, 17448|The hounds of the bear are here, 17448|O, the hounds of the fox are coming 17448|They seek to bring us to death. 17448|They'll ne'er be given to us, 17448|To the huts they bring, to the houses and their children's houses! 17448|And now I love you all with all my soul, 17448|The more 'twill fit you to go to sleep by night, 17448|But though the fox he is in the morning, 17448|He fears as I do, my lady, fear not I; 17448|I could not save him through me, 17448|Though I laid all on one tree. 17448|Hark! how the hounds of the fox are calling, 17448|Hark! how the hounds of the bear are here, 17448|But there is no one else, my lady, 17448|To bring him the boot he needs! 17448|He's gone where they ne'er shall bring him, 17448|They hear the hounds at their heels, 17448|And they've borne him where none can hear 17448|The cry that the hounds are calling. 17448|O, 'tis the hounds of the Fox that are calling, 17448|For the hounds of the bear, the fox he fear not, 17448|He came to my gates alone at the morning, 17448|Brought nothing but a heart of his kind, 17448|To the hounds that his huntsman had slain. 17448|And who is it come to my gates alone? 17448|It is the hounds of the bear, the fox that I love! 17448|O, take my head, and let me be dead, 17448|I was ever your mother, your child for ever! 17448|He came by night, he came by day, 17448|He came on foot, on horseback, a man of might and thrift, 17448|He came in the night, in daybreak, in sunshine, and all in vain, 17448|He came at the doors, he came in the daylight, 17448|In spite of the wails of the women, the cries of the orphans, 17448|The shrieks of the girls and the curses of men in the towers. 17448|And ever he came, with a hope that was dark and dismal, 17448|To the very foundations of all things. 17448|They took him up, the women, the orphans, 17448|And bore him from the roofs in wicker cages, in clouts and buns, 17448|And the rest of the years did well, 17448|For they carried him in trouth and noise, 17448|By night from the towers out of the houses! 17448|Now the gods of the fief were glad of it all, 17448|The gods of the land of the harvest. 17448|For ever he went to the temples 17448|Till the days of the sun were nearly done, 17448|Till the night came in with a burden 17448|Till the light shone out of his gates. 17448|He left the city gates 17448|In a fury of haste, 17448|He journeyed up the streets 17448|To the temple by the sea. 17448|He went through the gates of the palace, 17448|He went through all the doors, 17448|He went through the altars and the golden doors, 17448|And never found the temple by the sea. 17448|Then the priests gave up their prayers, 17448|For all was darkened in the earth, 17448|And shadows came from the holy places, 17448|A mist from the altars and the golden doors. 17448|He went under the seaward door 17448|In a fury of haste, 17448|He journeyed back to the city gates 17448|With his soul at the core of his heart. 17448|He passed from the ocean 17448|With a sea-green face, 17448|He passed from the city gate 17448|With a face as white as milk. 17448|He travelled back ======================================== SAMPLE 26430 ======================================== 17393|That I might be, I felt, in some measure, heard; 17393|And while you gave me hope and comfort, oh, 17393|That I might, at last, be seen and heard too, 17393|And that some day I'd be quite reconciled, 17393|And, at last, in my soul's extreme desolation 17393|Look up and sigh and go into my grave. 17393|But at what you had, on that day, my mother, 17393|And at what you conceived and proposed, 17393|The only thing there was to do, you know! 17393|When I came home at the end of the day, 17393|There was no one but said, "That child looks well!" 17393|Or, "She's out of joint, that one!" or "She's thin!' 17393|And I had been as a good boy, you suppose!" 17393|And I wrote on my sheet a note that day: 17393|"This is my child. I have a little boy, 17393|And I like him, and I'd raise him if you like." 17393|You see, you were not like me; you were not 17393|One of the lucky ones who had the chance, 17393|As I had not had much either, and, in truth, 17393|You were a little older than I was; 17393|And had we met, and not some other chance 17393|Had made us strangers, I suppose you'd have 17393|Been allowed that I made the most of you. 17393|What made you not to me? Ah, I am old! 17393|My eyes are blue: my hair is grey, I think-- 17393|I was not born with that rare quality 17393|Which makes us boys a little older, you see, 17393|But, ah! I cannot bear to look at you! 17393|I have grown all alone and sad to see 17393|The world turn out so unlike my boyhood's ways, 17393|And so I cry, and grow so tired, and go-- 17393|I have no boyhood left! 17393|I will not blame you or disappoint you, 17393|You might have been what girls are not you now: 17393|You'd have been useful but--you see I've no boyhood. 17393|So it's best that I am still a little unknown. 17393|And you--it's hard to let the boy go. 17393|You had so much to live for: 17393|So you will see how little was yours! 17393|You are the first!--and what was mine all through? 17393|Well, what was mine may never be your loss. 17393|I shall not ask you. You may know that well, 17393|For I, to keep a secret, never did: 17393|But I will never try to tell you my grief, 17393|Or hide my sadness, or do so in vain: 17393|God forbid! I knew I should feel the same 17393|As someone else, and you were ready to trust me! 17393|Nay, if the child must go, I might not go, 17393|And you might go to it, and never return. 17393|Ah, I could tell my friends I never more 17393|Should see his face--and if I could, the child, 17393|I could tell all he had been, the trouble, pain, 17393|The loneliness, forgetfulness of you, 17393|And all that was most beautiful about him, 17393|And what is strange in things like this. But then, 17393|No! we never could forget: he will get through. 17393|How could you, so you tried to tell me all? 17393|I thought it was the old man's voice. And so 17393|I tried to think what else might be the same: 17393|And what I couldn't see was all I felt, 17393|Although I turned this hand to reach my knee-- 17393|You see the thing is quite a different sort 17393|Of grief to that you had! And you are here, 17393|And we are glad, and we can talk of him. 17393|What do you think of me? 17393|Well, I've seen enough, and I'm going to 17393|And you? You thought we ======================================== SAMPLE 26440 ======================================== 35402|That in the midst of many days he was lost, 35402|So that God made no man save I but me. 35402|I am so rich, and this my work is done 35402|To make a man of all the golden time-- 35402|I have bought gold, and gold shall not be bought 35402|To alter me. I am a king, or I, 35402|And all shall be the death of me ere that; 35402|There is no wealth, for though it bring good peace, 35402|'Tis nought, if it be not the death of me; 35402|But I shall find, I know not what strange ways, 35402|A joy in all the ways of God and man. 35402|I have made thy face the flower of the earth, 35402|A little garden of white roses, and none 35402|But must adore thee, and all the while the sea 35402|Be swathed on many a grassy bank, as she 35402|Whose eyes have filled them shall be swathed for me. 35402|Lo, how thy voice, and thy voice's softness, fail, 35402|All women and men of thee, as doth a flame, 35402|That falls from height to height in a flame's pride, 35402|When all the air is white with the breath of things. 35402|As thou wert crowned and made fair in thy face, 35402|And all men and women saw thee nakedly, 35402|But must see thy nudity and must not wear 35402|What thou art fair upon, because thou art naked. 35402|The earth is not an idol, nor is the sea 35402|A statue, nor the grass the image of thee; 35402|All these have their adoring eyes upon thee 35402|And nakedness: for what is beauty when it 35402|Is naked things that reverence thee? 35402|All things, all things, all things have been naked, 35402|And all things will be naked yet. Yea, and 35402|With men and women and all things naked. 35402|If I were naked, I would not be glad, 35402|If I were not naked, as thou art not now. 35402|Thou art not crowned with hair; all things that keep 35402|Their image of their beauty in the night 35402|Will keep that image of the naked now; 35402|And they shall give thee their flesh to eat, and hold 35402|Thy body and thy soul and bodily things 35402|In their bodies till I come to death and live. 35402|Therefore I have made thee naked, but not, 35402|As thou dost now in this wise, that thou shouldst be 35402|As though thou hadst a human face in thee; 35402|For thou shalt not be clothed, nor clothed shalt be, 35402|For thy body and thy soul are not the same. 35402|Therefore thou must be naked; though there are 35402|Aeons of ages wherein thou mightst be seen, 35402|Thy body and thy soul, nor thou shalt go forth 35402|To a second life, nor shall thine heart be changed 35402|To sing another song among men, nor shalt 35402|Be changed to other men, though all men change. 35402|Yea, thou must be naked, and the world itself 35402|Would be naked, albeit there were no sun; 35402|The world is made of both, and we are made 35402|Of neither, for time is made of both; 35402|The earth is fashioned of both, and sun is fashioned 35402|Out of both, and fire and air and water, 35402|And all things have their order thereof, 35402|And our lives too of both and order thereof. 35402|As yet these things are not so; no hope, no help, 35402|No grace, no life, nor light for us, who live 35402|In these strange ways and dimensions of time. 35402|Nay, that should be our death, though some death might 35402|Have made us so strange creatures of the sea, 35402|And made us such unnatural thing to eat 35402|That all our bodies and our souls were changed. 35402|For we are neither birds nor beasts, and they 35402|Change not our bodies, although they change 35402|The lives of us. ======================================== SAMPLE 26450 ======================================== 29700|A star that is new, 29700|And yet is old and cold 29700|And will not perish, 29700|And still remains, 29700|I know not if it be 29700|Some shining gem, 29700|Whose weight shall not destroy, 29700|But still remain, 29700|So great and white and clear, 29700|And yet is weak; 29700|Yet, if it fall, 29700|The light of life passes by 29700|And cannot perish, 29700|Since it is not gold, 29700|No truer heart than they 29700|That love the light. 29700|Then, as the sun above, 29700|The white and glowing face 29700|Of the great night 29700|Of winter is but light, 29700|And all night long 29700|The great winds blow 29700|A loud and fatal song 29700|Of darkness and of pain. 29700|Aye, if a storm is near; 29700|As fainting, as gone, 29700|It may be that the heart 29700|Is stricken with the chill; 29700|But, if the wind of heaven 29700|Be but at hand, 29700|The heart is strong, and knows 29700|The storm can never be 29700|And that the storm will never come. 29700|I've heard my lady's father say, 29700|"The year is near its end; 29700|He knows, because the stars are set, 29700|The years will be as rare. 29700|"The flowers, with blushing brightness, 29700|Shall fade; and die, in sunshine or rain; 29700|Or come to bitter close, 29700|In misery and tears." 29700|I know my lady will not part 29700|With him who shall the claim sustain; 29700|And deem not well my father's heart 29700|That he has lost his own. 29700|But I would not that he did; 29700|For would he do, the years would wane, 29700|And sorrow turn to joy. 29700|The little birds are falling one by one; 29700|The winds are loud; the forest trees are hung 29700|With mist and cloud; the little birds are all 29700|Muttering and crying with a broken cry,-- 29700|"Come, come, come!" 29700|In the midst of the storm they have found a nest, 29700|Where they can rest. They are breathing heavy air; 29700|They wait for the storm. 29700|In the calm of the storm they have found a home; 29700|And they are well. The wind is blowing in their ears: 29700|"Come, come, come!" 29700|And they hear a voice like an angel's singing,-- 29700|"In the hour of its greatest need, in the hour of grief, 29700|Come, come, come!" 29700|Little one, what are you doing in the sky, 29700|Swinging and crying, and whispering, and wailing, 29700|So loud in the earth? 29700|Is it a bird's cry out in the dark and wet? 29700|Or is it the voice of one who stills his heart 29700|Beneath a shadow on the breast? 29700|Thought I, "She knows how much she is afraid. 29700|How much she fears!" 29700|I looked at the little bird at her feet, 29700|But he twitched his wings, and his throat said nought, 29700|And the wind cried,--"Now must I go and find 29700|A place to lay its eggs!" 29700|Then I turned away 29700|But I could not sleep, 29700|And when I woke I found 29700|My lady waiting for me in the gloom 29700|Of my bed-room door. 29700|A dark hand clasps my head, 29700|And a voice, that seems like a voice, 29700|Is singing low away from me 29700|To the lonely night. 29700|Night is but a shadow, that doth seem 29700|A-moving in; 29700|And this still, melancholy, sweet song 29700|Sings to the heart awake. 29700|Ah, love, how many things ======================================== SAMPLE 26460 ======================================== 2619|All things seem lovely and fair; 2619|And the trees, and the wind and the rain, 2619|And the meadows and fields, and the sea, 2619|And the moon and the stars, and the sea-side, 2619|And the little fish that come to play 2619|Are all lovely and fair! 2619|In all fair places, where'er you went, 2619|There were not a spot that wasn't there-- 2619|An' the trees an' the winds, an' the sea, 2619|An' the little fishes an' the sea-mew, 2619|A-laughin' an' littin'! 2619|There's nary a place that wasn't there 2619|When I went a-toperin', 2619|There's nary a spot that wasn't there 2619|When I was goin' tinkerin' 2619|Round an' round au contraire 2619|Gyowise at top o' t' garden wall, 2619|As I went a-turnin' leaf 2619|Or the seed-sneakin' on the crook, 2619|When I was goin' au Wisteria round, 2619|Tarry a wee, a wee! 2619|There's nary a flower that wasn't there, 2619|There's ane or two somewhere-- 2619|But my heart's a-sportin' o' bein' lonely, 2619|Mischiefed wi' sweatin' pains; 2619|It's a' for the clouds an' the rain an' drouth, 2619|An' the wind that's set to laughin'; 2619|'Twill rain an' 'twill drouth, when I'm gaun away, 2619|But a' for the cloud for paper an' tinsel nane, 2619|'Twill come again, when ye're gaun away. 2619|Oh, the lads o' Tipperary, they're gon' 2619|A-makin' hay when I come; 2619|They'll a' tell me that I won't git 2619|My oats in a chancy way; 2619|But the neuk when I come awa they'll see 2619|The lads o' Tipperary gi'en the fa', 2619|For they ha' taken me the round au first, 2619|An' the neuk at wassail-time o' year. 2619|They'd a' seen it a dore, they've bought in 2619|The Edens where the hills are green, 2619|An' they had a' o' the forest mare 2619|That rode the rashes away! 2619|I wadna be forgot, had I got 2619|That good au ride wi' erseweet hoary, 2619|Wi'st the merry month o' May! 2619|And, if my auld kirn was merry-mind, 2619|I 'd think na if I wad be forgot, 2619|Or understood by very little man-- 2619|I 'd riggle at the turn o' the pow! 2619|When men was kep' in the ways o' life, 2619|An' God was sindlin' an' stern, 2619|We had nae trouble on earth, except 2619|The thinkin' that we dreamed, 2619|An' a' the wark was got to live 2619|Out owre the hillside hal,' 2619|Whaur we spierin' at the day's start 2619|When he cam' down the air; 2619|An' he got a wife an' a child-- 2619|A merry life we had; 2619|For He to us was never wise, 2619|But gave our wit the cleft, 2619|That we might lead the life He chose 2619|Whaur He did; an' the lave oor mind 2619|Maun gang aft by faithfu' choose; 2619|Noo, wheer the green-clad foot o' life 2619|Is puir on either plain, 2619|But whaur the green-clad hand maun stand 2619|An' handle life fu' clean, 2619|Lasses they love to be beside ======================================== SAMPLE 26470 ======================================== 1855|I see her as she sits in the sun, 1855|A lovely lady and fair, 1855|My heart is with her at all times 1855|And I will follow her soon. 1855|There 's nothing on earth so good as love, 1855|Nor so divine beneath the skies, 1855|I care not for your name, I fear, 1855|But I am with you now.' 1855|Love, I have thought much of that place 1855|Where, half of life, I have dwelt. 1855|I have seen her eyes as she sat-- 1855|A beautiful lady and fair, 1855|A woman yet in the flower 1855|Of human beauty - 1855|I must be gone, my dear, in the summer's heat, 1855|And she will be gone from me, my love. 1855|I left the place, my love, and the hours were wild, and free, 1855|And the eyes of the moon, her voice so fair yet sad and low. 1855|I crossed the bridge, and came where the stream was dim, 1855|Her lips grew white, a light wave fell, I went away 1855|In the dark hour upon the bank, my love, and you. 1855|I left my sweet in the white of the moon, my love, and you, 1855|And came to the house where the shadows had grown dim, 1855|At the gate you were at rest, but now you are away, 1855|And I cannot come here to you at all for your sake. 1855|I left at the gate the path of the forest far, 1855|I left the land to the far-off sea, and I went away, 1855|The path is grown strange, and the woods are more still, 1855|Where the white branches droop down, where the white leaves fall, 1855|And I go wandering where I like! 1855|I have left the path where I go not, 1855|Where night is dark, where night is dim, where the sun never shines, 1855|Where the woods are lonely, where the night is cold, 1855|In the heart of the heart of the heart of the lady fair 1855|Where the lights of home light not the way 1855|That I go wandering, in the heart of the heart of the lady meek, 1855|Where the lights of home send not the light 1855|Of the sunshine of love down 1855|On the lady, the ladye fair 1855|Of the land which I love best, 1855|And the lights of home light not the way 1855|That I go wandering, in the heart of the heart of the ladye. 1855|Where love is not the thing of itself, 1855|Where love 's but the bound of love's power; 1855|Where he to whom love's bond is plighted 1855|Is but another form of love, 1855|While he who's but love's bondage bound 1855|Is but love in human form, 1855|I tell you, and with tears and sobs 1855|Shall answer for it, there is one 1855|Who in his heart's core, though love may dwell, 1855|Yet in his heart's core, far from home 1855|As a slave and a slave's ally, 1855|Sits like a king as still as death, 1855|And as close as is his fate, 1855|Who has known, in many a far-stretching land, 1855|Love that the heart's seed has sown. 1855|He was a slave to the past, 1855|What do I ask you, love, of the dead? 1855|Of what, if life be life, that should die? 1855|The dead are all of them men's slaves; 1855|But mine was one: 1855|A slave by day, a slave by night. 1855|And I could not bear it. 'Tis so, 1855|That the poor man of one mind 1855|Who holds with me from birth to death 1855|Was master of them all. 1855|Now thou'rt dead, thou wilt be dead, 1855|Then wilt thou live! To thy soul 1855|We have given up hope, 1855|And thou wilt be dead, thou wilt be dead, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 26480 ======================================== 3023|With many a kiss, and many a kiss, 3023|And, having, at thy last desire, 3023|With a long sigh, thyself to leave me, 3023|Hast thou, then, such joy, such delight, 3023|As, if thou canst feel for thine own, 3023|I must confess 'tis sweet to be? 3023|I have, methinks, your answer heard, 3023|As is fit. To love and to obey, 3023|When love and duty meet, no need. 3023|What joy would this were, then, were it true? 3023|There is not one so happy, as I! 3023|He that's well will tell thee, 3023|Your love is to himself best told. 3023|A man that's good, his friend is he! 3023|Who does the best that may be done, 3023|Will the best get, and is done at all. 3023|Let nothing, do not that you do not mean. 3023|Nay, what I would I must and will, 3023|As is my duty, as my right. 3023|He has acted his duty truly here, 3023|For here I dare, who knows not how? 3023|Nay, I am sorry I should have done so, 3023|And that my words may never be 3023|As sweet as your kisses or tears, 3023|As dear as your tears and love. 3023|So sweet, thou knowest I must be, 3023|And thou know'st how much indeed! 3023|No, by my head! No, by my heart! 3023|I'll speak no more of it! 3023|I would thy self mayst be my slave! 3023|And that thy body may be strong 3023|To bear thy heart's distress, 3023|And thine eyes to look through me! 3023|And thou, dear me! I'm dying! 3023|O, sweet is thy grief! 3023|O, sweet is thy grief! 3023|O, sweet is thy grief! 3023|The first-born dies the saddest death. 3023|And he, I know, will not be cold, 3023|If in our hearts it may be learned! 3023|He's dead? O, then you must lose 3023|Yourselves in his red bosom cold! 3023|'Twere better in his arms alone, 3023|Or in a cage, to lie, I fear! 3023|I am to him the poor woman's friend; 3023|That he should so entombed be, 3023|I can not but desire to bear 3023|The coldness of his deathless grave! 3023|Then be not so indignant! 3023|Ah! he 's dead himself, he's only dead! 3023|He 's dead? What then! The truth I'll say. 3023|Thou fool! Thou madman! Canst not we 3023|With a good name and a good will, 3023|Attest him? 3023|I'll own it. 3023|We, in the name of God and man, 3023|We shall do our best in that place! 3023|But if we can not all declare, 3023|One is himself the last alone! 3023|By God, I'll not with thee be! 3023|Yet, if we are all here to-day, 3023|Let me feel that this is true, 3023|That it is possible indeed 3023|To be here! 3023|'Tis not possible? 3023|And must we, then, all be dead? 3023|The world doth lie on all our faces 3023|Whereupon they look! 3023|Ah, would God, for once, in the dark, 3023|Would that which we'd not been able to tell! 3023|And this were all! But the world is here! 3023|I should be here too, were it not so! 3023|I will have something more! 3023|Than this I can perform, 3023|And that is not much, methinks! 3023|It's very long! 3023|Why, I am sorry, sir, there is no other way! 3023|Where I shall live shall I make it clear ======================================== SAMPLE 26490 ======================================== 42034|Lies there the long-sought treasure; 42034|And the old tree is bending 42034|Through the centuries to this day; 42034|And, the long years gone by, 42034|The little green leaves tell to me 42034|How the spirit of the tree is changing 42034|From the old-time days to this day. 42034|We were all on our knees before the Lord, 42034|In our innocence and hope untold, 42034|For we were too young to understand, 42034|And too poor to answer the call. 42034|We thought He'd come down from Heaven and wipe 42034|All the tear-drops from our eyes; 42034|But He's not come down from Heaven and make 42034|Little red blurs upon our cheeks. 42034|In all of us there's a soul of flame 42034|That never yet has known its hour-- 42034|Or any other time, for that matter; 42034|But the hour at which the angels wait, 42034|And the angels wait and wait. 42034|As I sat at my window, that's all I saw, 42034|And "Tom's at home now, and Annie's at school," 42034|And "Father's working, and mother's dead and grey; 42034|And little John's at work and very good; 42034|Don't think that Annie's home and John's at play; 42034|Don't you think that Father's at work and very good?" 42034|Then I thought: "Is all this is the story? Yes! 42034|Yes, I understand--and that's what people say." 42034|Then I sat down and wrote it in a book, 42034|And then I was very glad and very sad, 42034|And then we all went to bed that night and found 42034|The sun was beginning to gild the west. 42034|What do you call bright, pretty flowers, 42034|That never fall or fade? 42034|You call them sweet as honey from the hive? 42034|What do you call the gold and green 42034|That gleam from dawn to dusk? 42034|You call it tenderness and laughter and love? 42034|Ah! ah! the answer is clear: 42034|"The stars of evening and the stars of morn." 42034|What do you call the birds in golden light, 42034|The wild birds white and gay? 42034|You call them bright as a heavenly flame 42034|That never burns or sails? 42034|You call them tenderness and laughter, 42034|And tenderness and laughter are here, 42034|With stars of evening and stars of morn. 42034|What do you call the grass to cover, 42034|The grass to give you grace? 42034|You call it flowers that make life sweet, 42034|Where tenderness and laughter rest 42034|The day can never wear. 42034|You call it earth--Oh, yes! it is earth, 42034|With flowers and birds and sun; 42034|And earth is glad, and gladder, till we wake; 42034|And gladder still the morn. 42034|And when the day sets in with white-winged flight, 42034|What do you want of me--and when it comes to night, 42034|And when you bid me waken and go to bed, 42034|I bid you come with me to see 42034|The angels in the blue. 42034|(Written in the Spring of 1897.) 42034|"You shall not have an angel there to talk to you" 42034|When a friend of ours, who seemed a perfect angel, 42034|For some years had been at home in London, 42034|And, being much too poor--a wretched wreck, 42034|Was allowed to go out at leisure, 42034|He who would give his daughter his life-time 42034|Would rather than be a miser, 42034|Would sell his daughter's soul to the devil,-- 42034|His, who could be wholly content 42034|With a soul that sat in a book, 42034|As if it were a book which no one ever read; 42034|He would have loved a lady a-naked, 42034|He would have lain her upon his breast 42034|With no other garment on nor shroud on, ======================================== SAMPLE 26500 ======================================== A thousand flowers of April 2888|The air was full of scent, 2888|And the white and white blossoms 2888|And the red and yellow peonies, 2888|The birds were singing sweetly-- 2888|I could see 2888|A thousand flowers of April 2888|They were full of fragrance, 2888|And filled with rich ornaments 2888|With the lilies red and yellow, 2888|That are ever blooming here. 2888|The flowers, all red and yellow, 2888|The roses white and red, 2888|The tulips white and red, 2888|The orchis white and white, 2888|Each with its golden lilies, 2888|Are sweeter than the perfumes 2888|Of the rose and the lily. 2888|I sat on a hill top, 2888|In a hot summer morning, 2888|Just on a time when the air was pleasant, 2888|At the hour of sunset, 2888|When the birds were flying, 2888|There I sat in my laurel-tree. 2888|I heard a carolling, 2888|I listened, and I stammered, 2888|I heard the bells ring, 2888|I listened in vain 2888|For the song of the robin-red-breast, 2888|The song of the rose, 2888|Till, when the time was ended, 2888|I heard a carolling 2888|I sat in an orchard, 2888|Plucking the apples, 2888|Plucking the pear trees, 2888|There I sat in my laurel-tree. 2888|A bird flew by, a thrush sang, 2888|A linnet sang again, 2888|There came a sound of water, 2888|And then I heard a carolling, 2888|There came a sound of bells, 2888|And all the hills of April were shining 2888|And all the hills of April were singing. 2888|I sat in a corner, 2888|And looked into the sunshine, 2888|At the sea there lay a vessel 2888|And sailing slowly, rapidly. 2888|I could see no shadow there, 2888|And saw no ship, but three small boats 2888|Floated at the wheel of their own boats. 2888|I was the only one in my corner, 2888|At the corner, with a book, 2888|And I made these rhymes, and read them 2888|To my mother, while she sat in the parlour. 2888|Her eyes were dark and wild, 2888|Her hair was damp, 2888|And her handkerchief fell to the ground. 2888|But she saw the rhymes were good, 2888|And laughed to see 2888|The little boat sails going, 2888|She laughed, and said, "How nice is life!" 2888|Now I have come into England 2888|With no sail on my boat, 2888|To set sail on the ocean 2888|Where all my friends are gone. 2888|I have set sail on the ocean 2888|And my thoughts are of London, 2888|And the merry bells are ringing, 2888|They echo back the rhyme, 2888|The bells of London echo, 2888|"Oh! aha! how they hurry by! 2888|"Oh! it is so awkward to stay in the big city, 2888|All the air so sweet and light, 2888|The bells of London echo, 2888|"I have sailed the harbor-baysome round the world, 2888|All the waves so full of sport, 2888|The bells of London echo, 2888|"But the best they ever did is in my boat, 2888|And when I was bored to my heart, _I_ laughed and dived 2888|And the sea-gulls call by night 2888|"They say I have gone to sea; 2888|But it is a dream, I swear, 2888|The little ship I sail for is called the Dawn Breeze, 2888|And I'm sorry when the day shall be 2888|When I shall sail to real sea-things. 2888|"Oh! I fear I'll ever have to scud through the cold ======================================== SAMPLE 26510 ======================================== 1279|I thought I wadna scrimp an' spruik, 1279|Sae a-dabbling wi' the flitchies, 1279|O'er the loch an' water-lakes. 1279|At length the dayset chimes fell, 1279|I bade good night to the water- lakes; 1279|And I aye had rowing there, 1279|To the music o' the water- lakes! 1279|My clothes were on the river side, 1279|Wi' the flashing crag o' the water, 1279|My watch was on the water's keel, 1279|When I aye roamed on the water- lakes! 1279|I lo'ed at dawn the native Isle, 1279|An' I lo'ed at night the water- lakes! 1279|I thought na on the cost and wrang, 1279|Though I aye roaned the water- lakes! 1279|I heard on the hill-top's ridge, 1279|The night-owl twitter on the water- lakes; 1279|I a' felt sick as it were a plague; 1279|For there I wadna, a waefu' maiden, 1279|On the water-lakes but wish to languish, 1279|And live yet warmer than on airl-showers! 1279|O, was it a rock-ribb'd castle 1279|Girt fair Clunie wi' gardens spread, 1279|Where a' were set, all blythesome 1279|In peace an' health an' plenty? 1279|I weel belie vat I was once 1279|In ga'e as a warrior bold, 1279|Wi' a heart blythe and friendly, 1279|An' a gude wife to cheer me. 1279|O, the lassie lou Beulah, 1279|Were ye e'er sae happy gude! 1279|Were ye e'er sae happy mad, 1279|As ye hae lou'd my laddie, 1279|An' had na childerie twa, 1279|For to pu' your heart and waist, 1279|There's nane ever seemed sae sweet, 1279|That I was fear'd mysel wi' ye; 1279|Lang had I blest and hae been 1279|Just ae grave-digger's bit, 1279|And the lassie ne'er had known 1279|Had ye lived two thousand years, 1279|It may be a haughty boast, 1279|But ane must tak' two thousand years. 1279|O, were ye here mair fair, 1279|Lang had I a' my lot! 1279|I wad hae gien, in the hame, 1279|The bauldest laddie on the land; 1279|Lang had I been a' the clan, 1279|And haud them a' in a' a', 1279|But now I hae a poor wife, 1279|And a brither wife to bring: 1279|Then, howbeit it please my e'e, 1279|'T was na a son hadna sine true 1279|But for that brither's trade, 1279|And for the land was never sine. 1279|O it was na vain to strive, 1279|There was na a field o' land 1279|A man may tak' ere his ain, 1279|But a' must yield ilk a' 1279|The best part that e'er is done, 1279|Or ilka day may fail, 1279|And a' winna be left to wark 1279|A man may tak' ere his ain, 1279|But a' must yield ilk a' 1279|There's wealth in plenty's sheen, 1279|But how can it be gane, 1279|The mair I wear my heid, 1279|The mair I gae my ain, 1279|I canna wear my ain! 1279|For my heart is at thy man, 1279|The heart of a lady's pin, 1279|And my luve's at thy mither, 1279|That ======================================== SAMPLE 26520 ======================================== 29700|And there shall he, with rapture sweet, 29700|See the bright forms of birds, that come 29700|In the sweet spring time to feed, 29700|And hear the bird, that to the tree 29700|Has flown in summer time to sing, 29700|And the sunflower's song in the heat 29700|Of the northern sky resound. 29700|The flowers I love, and the woods will know me, 29700|I shall hear the song, and the music, 29700|In the days that I love the best; 29700|And the old time with its noise and strife 29700|Shall feel a song, when old Spring comes with the flowers, 29700|In the coming of the singing year. 29700|As the moon rises, the earth, a radiant flower, 29700|Lights up the darkness of summer nights, 29700|And the moon, and the other stars, to sleep; 29700|So let us, in silence of this quiet hour, 29700|Mourn our good Lady of Summer's death. 29700|I think we shall miss the voices of home, 29700|When our children wake and hear the call 29700|Of the winds of the north, and the rushing rivers, 29700|Shaping the woodland trees tall and fair. 29700|I think we shall miss the words the old time speaks, 29700|When our children, with their singing tongue, 29700|Come with laughter and song, to join the merry play, 29700|That fills the woodland and fields and glade. 29700|I think we shall miss the dear familiar eyes, 29700|When the children of old watch o'er the childer, 29700|The childer of memory, whose eyes, so kind, 29700|Shall lift to each good deed the spirit's faltering aim 29700|Up to that light in the bosom of God. 29700|I think we shall miss this gentle, genial power, 29700|This gentle spirit and wisdom, too near to see, 29700|To act, to bless, the idle hand that guides 29700|These little ones to their fairy bower; 29700|I think they shall leave the light of Eden in 29700|Their wanderings in the fields and woods. 29700|Thus may their soul, that still keeps Eden's star, 29700|In life, the hope of life, be well prepared. 29700|O happy bowers of Summer! 29700|O quiet summer meadows! 29700|O whispering winds of dew! 29700|O gentle eyes that seem to weep! 29700|O green, untenanted glades! 29700|O sweet-toned voice of music! 29700|Shout around, ye hidden springs, 29700|Fairy streams that wind through dells; 29700|O wind, above, and earth, below, 29700|A voice of singing falls 29700|That bids the heart rejoice with peace, 29700|And call all blessings down. 29700|And all the song we sing through life, 29700|And all the light our smiles can bring, 29700|Come bearing, in the heart of it, 29700|Thy welcome, Lord, and bless our rest. 29700|The moonbeams are soft on hill and lawn, 29700|The night is fair, and all things bright, 29700|For the heart that is lighted now 29700|Is the heart of the world. 29700|Hush! the white stars are glancing down, 29700|There's not a cloud unseen; 29700|And heaven is open, clear, and bright. 29700|Shout round, ye hidden springs, 29700|Glistening in the heart of it, 29700|The soul of earth shall hear. 29700|The world is at rest; the winds are still, 29700|For the soul of it is glad; 29700|In the light, beyond the clouds, 29700|It lifts a golden head. 29700|Shout round, ye hidden springs, 29700|Glistening in the heart of it, 29700|There's not a cloud unseen; 29700|And heaven is open, clear, and bright. 29700|All night we slept in the green grass, 29700|The stars looked down on our bower, 29700|While the moon looked over our roof 29700|And the stars ======================================== SAMPLE 26530 ======================================== 10602|And sooth to say whene'er she thinks to come, 10602|That in her heart this world of things doth die; 10602|And, that to love is to do right, is she, 10602|Who never was more loved than now; 10602|Yet, being thus beloved, what can she fear 10602|But to her love to do amends, 10602|And to her love to make amends true, 10602|Even to make amends to her true King, 10602|The which, of all her loves, did bee 10602|The only one to love her too? 10602|Oft when the evening clouds of pall 10602|With dust so thick were set, 10602|Came floating by the distant wave, 10602|Th'Embattled ship of day, 10602|With all her crew, and well-belov’d nymph, 10602|And many a nimble dove; 10602|The breeze upon her breast did blow; 10602|And while it blew, did slop upon 10602|Her rosy fingers many a flou’; 10602|Now there it stayed; now there it stept, 10602|To wipe away the sluggard ich; 10602|And all about the gentle maid 10602|Whose hand did gently touch them, did say, 10602|"I love you for that right which ye 10602|Against my self have made your prey; 10602|Myself, the dear beloved of you all, 10602|Have saved you all from that vast flood, 10602|That still deep well appears above 10602|The shore unpeopled; I, who scarce can tell 10602|Your future life, and love, that you may view 10602|That which my love doth more than anything 10602|Make you my life; be now as true as truth is can; 10602|And as for you, take with such a love atween, 10602|As my poor song could never plead, or could repeat. 10602|"But not to try our life with wealth, that we, 10602|Methinks, have great cause for envy, 10602|And in an age so little know, must be 10602|A sad and doubly-sordid debtor, 10602|When as a thousand new-comers laugh at us. 10602|Ye shall find soon, by the close of day, 10602|Time after time, your want of skill makes worse 10602|The end of all your little nimble wits, 10602|That play, whene’er they list, without restraint, 10602|And chirrup through the silent house of their rest; 10602|While all their cunning wit, to make better suit, 10602|Shall be but lost, that it may not be found then. 10602|"O! were ’twas your fault, (thus I could say,) 10602|To have been born in such a wretched place; 10602|But that, I never, never, never found, 10602|The blame to lay on me, or other one; 10602|And, as I thought, my own fault was to find 10602|It so: (and then, in all the world there is 10602|None so very wise as to look forth too far!) 10602|So therefore ’twas my fault, (O!) ’twas my grief 10602|To be so formed to roam a wandering life, 10602|In such a mist of woe, so tempestuous; 10602|That I have ne’er a hope, to whom may fall 10602|Fear of my fate, or gloom of what may lie 10602|Before me in the future years, but which 10602|I long to feel, now I have found out What 10602|The present brings withal, and know it well, 10602|My lot the worst of his, from whom I stand, 10602|Who in the same deep lake of this same world, 10602|Has thus been waste and drowned in aught of grace. 10602|Yet, still, some little part, that now he had, 10602|The poor remnant, hath been long withstood; 10602|So that the whole, ‘by such influence dear,’ 10602|And that his fortune was so well conspired 10602|To work his ruin, may not long survive ======================================== SAMPLE 26540 ======================================== 17393|But if you can help me by what you tell, 17393|I shall find favour at your hand to-night. 17393|I'd give a kingdom now, all in my shoes, 17393|But as things move so they always have been; 17393|Since first you saw my country, you've had none! 17393|A king in the world is but a common knave: 17393|Give me my deserts--for once I've had none. 17393|But, as I see you've but a king to lose, 17393|I'll fight for a kingdom--so, keep silent, dear! 17393|No, nothing is more lovely than to see 17393|A man so brave--and know, the while I live 17393|That he's only a common villain base, 17393|Forgetting his own worth, and the great world's, 17393|All as a mere pipkin, for a nightingale. 17393|If I had arms I'd kill you with them right away! 17393|I'd fight for no man, but for a man in Rome. 17393|Your life, my dear, is not for me. Be wise! 17393|Wealth comes first, and last, and comes so slowly in 17393|That first end of all men's life,--goods. 17393|But wealth you will not own. 17393|You must live on it; for, my little son, 17393|Your father was poor, just even; but you, you 17393|Have something--nothing--in your father's will: 17393|You work hard, and play hard! 17393|What do you call it? 17393|What do you call the fruit, my dear? 17393|Your father made it for you, my child, and said, 17393|"Work hard, and play hard!" when you were but one. 17393|But now you're grown to man's estate of life-- 17393|Ah, well! and when you play with me at ball-- 17393|You might as well, you know, be yet a child. 17393|You do not know the reason why that thing 17393|That you are now,--this golden child of yours, 17393|Is golden to me even as the sun; 17393|And you can call it-- 17393|Now, when I was little, never mind!-- 17393|That song of yours. 17393|But if you will hear me say it is true, 17393|All's well--this golden child of yours will grow-- 17393|We may as well say, "This is the spring of you!" 17393|I do declare that you are very young for 17393|A little child one's feet to touch them,--younger 17393|Than most of the things you say, and less than 17393|A month's breadth in age, and yet you think to 17393|Inform me of your birth?-- 17393|That you are all in all; 17393|To every wayward whim you are a part 17393|Of mine, and as you've had them for to-day, 17393|And so are all the wonders I'll make you, 17393|As I go on,-- 17393|(Ah, yes, all in all 17393|It is but a beginning indeed to be!) 17393|Our lives are all as mere people's hours, 17393|That come and go in vain:--we are but feet 17393|That tread the same earth that they trace with toil. 17393|And now the hour has come for your first work here: 17393|Now all is ready--I but touch the string-- 17393|All day the time! 17393|Here and there a note of music escapes 17393|From every human ear, and here and there 17393|A little song, a sigh, a sound, a sound, 17393|Just as you would like it, passes by, 17393|And then with an eager meaning passes back:-- 17393|That time is the day for you to be yourself! 17393|(Ah, my dear child, I have the sense of all 17393|You do: and do not you all?) 17393|I know you are not very young; 17393|And you're growing slowly into manhood's prime: 17393|There is danger in letting you grow up 17393|With me in this house of ======================================== SAMPLE 26550 ======================================== 1035|And yet I feel this way; 1035|These little things are good, 1035|Not the things that he made. 1035|We have not been as other men, 1035|With other things, 1035|And not without pain, 1035|Yet not in this way. 1035|No, and to be kind 1035|Is a kind of work, 1035|And this God, He 1035|Made all things, and we, He made us-- 1035|This man and I-- 1035|What if He had 1035|Lived and lived a hundred years ago? 1035|He would have thought a little thing might help. 1035|I did not understand the significance 1035|Of that great light that lit the room, 1035|The sudden dawning of a new sky, 1035|The fresh and warm, eternal air, 1035|The radiance of the coming of the rain, 1035|The very smell of the earth and sea, 1035|And all the light and love of my life, 1035|That seemed to take each little thing 1035|As if it was another and so near. 1035|It was not that the light was strange; 1035|I only knew that something else 1035|Was going on, 1035|And was awake, 1035|And knew not what. 1035|The light was something new and strange-- 1035|It was not the same as anything, 1035|Nor even half the things that we have known 1035|In other lands; 1035|It was not a dream of all the past. 1035|It is not the work of His hands 1035|For which we pray 1035|The strange days of winter and of spring; 1035|For which His strength is so long asleep 1035|That the white plumes that make the stars blind 1035|Are no more blanched or shaded than the grass 1035|Blown from the shed sill in a summer's day; 1035|It is not a thing which He made, 1035|Nor even half the work which He had planned, 1035|Nor even half the work as He had done. 1035|It is not that the work is changed; 1035|He did all the work He had planned 1035|As if His heart were very proud and free 1035|That he should do so much for this world's ease, 1035|But only as if this was His own, 1035|And He could see it was His own; 1035|It is not that His work is altered; 1035|It is not His heart which the world has new; 1035|It is not that His day is shortened 1035|As though it were the day of his old task. 1035|I see the brightening morning, 1035|And I see the rising sun 1035|Upon the blue hills, and the sea-sands, 1035|And I think how good it is 1035|To be a man, and to know what it is to know 1035|That God has something he will reveal 1035|Until thou shalt rise from the earth 1035|And knowest not His Name, 1035|Lest thou shouldest be afraid lest he should hide 1035|From thee His great invisible Name 1035|And take away the wonder 1035|And all the glad mystery, 1035|Which is to be before the Maker's throne 1035|In the new world of men. 1035|I see the dawning of a glory where is the sunset of all things, 1035|And all the world is as a golden cloak and the light is the fire 1035|And the long way that lies between. 1035|I am the Lord, and I have chosen 1035|This city over all the world 1035|To live in; 1035|And I have chosen this city, 1035|And I am very old and wise, 1035|And I am good to help with wisdom 1035|And I would have the world obey 1035|Me evermore, 1035|But I am sick of the mystery 1035|And I must hide 1035|And hide. And I will make the world 1035|As small as a little feather, 1035|And I will make it to fly 1035|And shine and dance. 1035|I will make a king to rule this town ======================================== SAMPLE 26560 ======================================== 14757|_She went down like one in pain._ 14757|He took him home to my mother, 14757|The flower in our household: 14757|She bore him in her arms to his own breast, 14757|The little baby. 14757|Her heart was full of care for him, 14757|And she kissed him when he woke, 14757|But evermore he cried again for me 14757|To come and be his mother. 14757|How often had his mother cast him 14757|To be with me and for him blest; 14757|And she wept when he slept so soundly, 14757|And never once she knew why. 14757|Oft, when the darkness would encumber 14757|Their small lives to the world's terror, 14757|Had she known for what their happiness lay 14757|Before, behind, she never answered. 14757|But if he would have quiet back again, 14757|Had not his love been strong again; 14757|What could his mother? So he loved her, 14757|And she so much he loved her. 14757|There is a light that we know not of 14757|Whereat your face glows like a fire; 14757|It is the wonder of your eyes 14757|Leaping into life together. 14757|You are like children who have met 14757|With something far, unknown, but sweet-- 14757|Whose touch awakens a joy that lay 14757|Beyond their thought or utterance. 14757|You have touched my life. I have found 14757|Your soul in my life. Who am I? 14757|You are my mother. If no name 14757|For my sake you bear so special 14757|I have the solemn power to take 14757|My child's only name. I am the mother of your son; 14757|And it is all a mystery to you. 14757|The name that sounds through that subtle thrill 14757|Of tender-souled years is Michael. 14757|Who shall know what is meant by Michael? 14757|As Mary read her Bible, 14757|She touched the seal, and lo! he appeared 14757|The God she had worshipped in vain. 14757|All was revealed; but we were left 14757|Behind the mystery to question: 14757|"Are these words read in the name of Jesus?" 14757|Was it a dream? Or did she speak 14757|What words her words had never read? 14757|But now her boy, in the light of a radiant sunset, 14757|Lifted his curls in a wise complacent wonder. 14757|You have hurt yourself and I fear that your heart has wronged me; 14757|But you could never hurt anyone else; 14757|And I will never hurt anyone else; 14757|So please forgive; and if you feel remorse for my betrayal, 14757|Just remember I said yes, and you heard, like a man who has heard, 14757|That you are very beautiful and I love you. 14757|I have known you so often, and only with silent and reverential 14757|gladness 14757|I walk the green paths that lead to the house where your husband is. 14757|And that is why I kiss and caress you, and only with silent and reverential 14757|So, do you think I can ever truly love you? 14757|I love you so much that if it had been a knife only, I surely 14757|would have sworn that the word I had uttered was "I love you so much, 14757|I love you so much, you are a poor old poor old widow with a 14757|withering look in your eyes, 14757|Who has not even the strength to do as you say you would have done; 14757|But you are so young and beautiful and I love you so much, 14757|I could stand in front of the door and say I had never seen your 14757|I am dying and I am sitting by the window here in the evening, 14757|And all in the light of the setting sun it is quite clear to me 14757|That you are the beautiful thing that I never could have found you. 14757|The only thing that is missing now is your worn looking-glass with 14757|And that is what I want for my first gift: 14757|If I had a hundred of what I could ======================================== SAMPLE 26570 ======================================== 2334|From the first dawn before he went to the front to-day, 2334|And the day the man was taken at Ypres 2334|Would show me how it was done-- 2334|And, on the spot where he had fallen, would hint of a grave 2334|In Ypres' pleasant neighbourhood. 2334|I could see the trenches lay in the dim morning light; 2334|The spattering on the road would come and go; 2334|And a shell or two or three might get through, or a few-- 2334|But not a hundred and fifty of 'em! 2334|The dawn came creeping up in glory, and brought its smile 2334|To show me that I was right when I said to Zooks, 2334|"You may talk a bit 'bout the war, but I'm rather out of it, 2334|For the trenches are never made like this." 2334|And it was to-day when I saw him 2334|Stand guard in the open, without a helmet on, 2334|And start his bullets back, as the Germans started, 2334|That the man who made the machine-gun bloom 2334|Was killed in action the other day. 2334|And the next I saw him 2334|Was in the shell-shock of a burst 2334|With a bullet under his arm, and a wound 2334|I'd bought him with when the war was fresh. 2334|I could see him now in the front-line trench 2334|Of the fight I'd fought yesterday. 2334|I saw him, and I thought of his grey eyes lit by tears, 2334|And his old grey hair, and--well, a smile! 2334|But I saw, in a little while,-- 2334|How the old guns had come back 2334|To their old old old position; 2334|And the old guns were smoking in that trench again, 2334|And still, without a trench-knife, had grumbled "Squash?" 2334|And the old guns were grumbling, and shooting, and yelling, 2334|And laughing, and shouting and laughing. 2334|There are men who look at a match and know 2334|The object that they are aiming at; 2334|And others look and cannot see the object they are after, 2334|And some look through ignorance, and aim at a star 2334|And miss the object they were aiming at. 2334|For the game of Go depends 2334|On seeing all the moves, 2334|And not at all the moves not made; 2334|On seeing what the pieces are, and how they work, 2334|And what their uses in use. 2334|The game is played in waves, 2334|With many stages down the line, 2334|And Go is the game of many moves, 2334|And if you miss, you do not play again. 2334|There's nothing like Go, 2334|And nothing less in our lives 2334|Than to be found in a book. 2334|A child may seek for a toy 2334|The Go as the King for the Crown, 2334|But if you teach him to play 2334|He'll buy and the crown he can wear. 2334|The first game I ever tried 2334|Which I thought I was going to fail 2334|I lost somewhat less than an hour 2334|And now I think I have played it all. 2334|At twenty-five I found 2334|That Go, like all luck, must die; 2334|I've often thought 'twouldn't do at all 2334|So I've left it to be another day. 2334|When I am sixty-five 2334|I shall try to get the clear; 2334|And when that fails, I shall wish 2334|That I had played it once more. 2334|I've lost Count Dankwart so 2334|That by-and-by I shall loose 2334|The king of the Go. 2334|He has six wives and six beds, 2334|And all his people are drunk, 2334|And when he comes to see me 2334|I shall have nothing to say. 2334|The wind may blow the wrong way 2334|For fifty miles about, 2334|And I shall see the sun 2334|When I am nearly eighty. ======================================== SAMPLE 26580 ======================================== 10602|In the fair field and flowery green: 10602|But loe, he gildeth with his fayre hewe, 10602|And he is set on his greene wyse. 10602|"Now shall I come," quod shee, "and see 10602|The cause of this my sad estate, 10602|How that he did me fayre appeerce, 10602|And that he now me faire disdaine. 10602|I am full hot, and very welle 10602|To see his deeth and hart in clay. 10602|"My soul in torment I do moove," 10602|Quod shee, "and is so hot and fickle, 10602|That my small wit, which wold take no care 10602|Of my selfe, it doth vex and mery, 10602|And my poor strength hath set me a-frayle, 10602|That I am of y^re many thingle." 10602|In torment this soul now in my hart 10602|Ne wist it did; so fayle it was of flesh: 10602|Thence gan shee to departe at last, 10602|And to the rest homward to her fyre, 10602|Whome she toke with her, and they were one, 10602|And all the rest to their cloaths daunce run. 10602|But she, of whom I here do make verse, 10602|A foule sinke, that was faire as day, 10602|Whome foule was shee, though naked were, 10602|But a flesh-framed, sinke, that yet the best 10602|Of all her brethren, that in them sat, 10602|Her bodie faire and she were so farre, 10602|All for to withen her great name, 10602|Out of the which the worlde did turne: 10602|No wonder is, that for to speake 10602|Unto her name, all mighte them adorne. 10602|Lo, all these things her shepes made thin, 10602|And she with such a lytell shewe 10602|Tolde of her soule as her flesh doth beare: 10602|That I it myshapour in great haste 10602|Shal take, and soone forthwith to shew 10602|Her selfe in th'unfolded soule, and what 10602|This soule hath caus'd in it to ly. 10602|But for her bodi-hes by her flesh made, 10602|That did it vauntifrous with her might, 10602|He was a king to be of fame. 10602|But loe, no lenger I in this werk 10602|To tellen of her fame, myn shewe 10602|Shal not in time of yore be releuyde, 10602|But that, of her, I shal the leefe. 10602|But after she my goodly name shalle, 10602|I shal my selfe her true rede rede, 10602|My body, which for her sake shalle 10602|Be the sole support of my pride. 10602|For of my blood she is my renown; 10602|And if for her they pass vengeful day, 10602|I well may wish, that therefore, day by day 10602|They were so slaine, that I her blood stain. 10602|So haue I my will; the lawes shalle 10602|Be of themr fresshe handes to defend. 10602|Her glory hath it nie, her fame it nie; 10602|Her sinke ne ought mine: it was my will 10602|To take her life; and what so shee deserved, 10602|I leepe it nie, ne may it sprynge bee; 10602|For what so ever I may do for her, 10602|I never shall in time of her deserve. 10602|And that I shal no more in time arise, 10602|Shal I with blood her honour slay and mar? 10602|Her praise shall be my swerd, and her praise bee 10602|My swerte of blood. And that I may 10602|For all her folyes kill and marne, 10602|I nie may ======================================== SAMPLE 26590 ======================================== 18500|For the sake of my love. 18500|The fairest lady in the land, 18500|She's the pride of her kindred line, 18500|And the pride of her daddie too. 18500|A true Canadian heart, 18500|In the lady of Christ' Name: 18500|Oh! my heart with tender pain 18500|Shall o'er her pure conduct glow. 18500|Her auld chum smil'd at what I said, 18500|And tirl'd me for his bonnie hand; 18500|I shall ne'er see such a lad 18500|As this dear chum to my mind shall be. 18500|Her auld chum, at a pastime, saith he, 18500|I'll ne'er forget till I'm gone my song; 18500|I shall ne'er see such a lad 18500|As this dear chum to my mind shall be. 18500|The sun in heaven is now rising, 18500|So glory to our gracious Queen! 18500|And her good sword shefts a long-set, 18500|For to defend this land from ill; 18500|Yet I canna speak her name, 18500|Until her name is sawn away. 18500|She's a dainty lady, sae stately, 18500|Wi' her braw green wreathes o' clover; 18500|But her pleugh is awa, 18500|And I lo'e the laddie that's maister 18500|O' her cheek wanest o' womankind; 18500|But O! why should I fear a' men, 18500|For I lo'e the laddie that's maister 18500|O' her cheek wanest o' womankind, 18500|When I can meet wi' my ain dearsel'. 18500|I hae a maenad dear, 18500|That loves mysel; 18500|And oh! she's the bonnieest o' a', 18500|O' a' the guidmen and lanters that be, 18500|There's wile a-teaspherin' me to a', 18500|When I can meet wi' my ain dearsel' 18500|There's wile a-teaspherin' me to a'. 18500|She's no sae cruel as the blow, 18500|That smit'd Kate's bield on Lochroy out; 18500|But gentleheart, my nimble Johnbie! 18500|She's far the sweetest mouse and mouse o' a'. 18500|But my love, the dearest that I know, 18500|Was lov'd but for her tongue and jingle, 18500|And mammy say it was her mother was, 18500|That bizz'd my hame in auld Scotland; 18500|And, wae's my e'e, my ain dearsel', 18500|For ane's a cuckoo that never sang! 18500|There's wile a-teaspherin' me to a', 18500|When I can meet wi' my ain dearsel' 18500|I 'll never mair see a laddie glad, 18500|But think on my dear hame in arms, 18500|Where I maun lead a' the fields o' fight, 18500|And baith gude luck and glorious war. 18500|TUNE--_"Waes me for nane."_ 18500|O, would I were free to part with thee, 18500|Like the sunny opening flower o' morn, 18500|The daisy white, the dewy fair, 18500|The lily free and the lily fair, 18500|The saucy rose, and the lemon sweet; 18500|Like the dewy bud, that kisses the breast, 18500|The daisy white, the dewy fair. 18500|With the daisy white, and the lily free, 18500|Wi' thy lipps and thy tiar, 18500|Lang may I gie my poor bones a rest. 18500|The rose is like a ruby glass, 18500|The lily glass, the dew-drench'd maid, 18500|Sweet as the dew-shine on the dew, 18500|The lily glass, and the dew-drench ======================================== SAMPLE 26600 ======================================== 1745|In the hollow Bumpops in the Hill. 1745|Then with a voice as plaintive as shrill 1745|As an Enchanter singing in his sleep, 1745|Or the low Dooling of the Velvets, he said. 1745|Come all ye Whirls of Sorrow into my Field! 1745|And ye unhappy Leaves, I will compose 1745|Into a Song ere you be ever more; 1745|Alas! I can't for want of nerve devise 1745|One Poet's theme, or fit my ear for melody. 1745|For, let me see--O want of power on my side-- 1745|Be it or Thou or He that sits behind, 1745|I will not have you jaded as with drink; 1745|Not such was I in early days of my career: 1745|One winter's night was I retired to write, 1745|While the window-blinds o'er me were drawn, 1745|Sunk deep in the snow, when the snows were white. 1745|At this interjection some one came; 1745|To sing began that enchanting lay; 1745|Eternal light shines on thy sculptured face, 1745|By which I now understand why thou art here. 1748|What is yon dome by the Swiss peasants made? 1748|It is their holy but impracticable house, 1748|Where the Pope once lay for his pious end. 1748|What is that little town above Sion's stream? 1748|It is that misbegotten city of fools; 1748|In it the impious Pharaohs dwell fast in slavery, 1748|And the wicked Assyrian was once thy lord. 1748|'Tis that mighty city, in which the king, 1748|The king of kings, once was thy mortal foe, 1748|And where now (God spare us both our sorrow!) 1748|He liveth to high heaven a sinner for ever. 1748|O, how far wilt thou further voyag' Richard, 1748|With Caesar's 'Nunc faciente' and Caesar's 'nunc!' 1748|Wilt thou drive me from the land where I was born? 1748|Wilt thou drive me far away from home and friends? 1748|Or shall I stay a little, a little longer, 1748|And be the cause of death to this wicked people? 1748|Let me sleep, let me look on the future hours, 1748|And then I will choose what is right; else what are letters. 1748|No, no, not till with the sword let us combine! 1748|Not till then, O Pope! for let this pen pass o'er! 1748|The sword, the pen, let the sword be: what further! 1748|Now let us sing of the sword, the pen, the pen! 1748|Come, come from the hills that thou dost not love me. 1748|The hills are not far from the sea, sweet France! 1748|My soul is as the ocean, and my head 1748|As light toward the heaven, and my feet are steady. 1748|'Tis thyself that now are calling me east 1748|And west so far out to sea! O, come to me; 1748|For thy heart is as my heart, and thy home, 1748|Sweet France, my home, my mother, is sweet France! 1748|Wilt thou come and sit with me in my chair, 1748|With a letter and with friends, my mother? 1748|She would give thee the gift of the gift of men, 1748|And the light of the sky for thy chair, would she, 1748|And her eyes would look upon thy forehead happy 1748|As the summer sun looks on marble marble. 1748|O, no, not till, oh ye hills, if not till, 1748|I see thee with these comrades of mine, will I 1748|Come near thee, come near thee to read thro' this letter. 1748|'Tis the first time I write, and the first time I 1748|Come by thee, sweet France, sweet France to thee. 1748|But how shall I learn of thy life if I read 1748|No tales of thy death in this letter, my dear? 1748|The death of the dead is but a mournful tale 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 26610 ======================================== 19096|With some that love the ways of earth, 19096|And others with hearts eternal-wrought. 19096|O'er the mighty bosom of the deep 19096|The spirit of the mountain roves; 19096|And its heart is ever in the deep, while, 19096|With ever in its lap and with its feet, 19096|Its love of earth and heaven's whole accord 19096|The Spirit, ever living above, 19096|Sighs out of its heart for the skies, 19096|And its voice to higher things is given, 19096|As in the sacred mountain-songs. 19096|Oft, to a happy life, and a blest death, 19096|His life hath gone and all his care; 19096|But his heart still hears his loving friend 19096|On the rugged hills of his mind, 19096|And his eyes shine through the tears they shed, 19096|And his hope in heaven as in love hangs. 19096|Farewell, all his friends, that lived and love, 19096|He knew by their bright eyes that shine; 19096|By what dark paths of life he trode-- 19096|To his lonely home and heart more dear. 19096|But when the last deep hours of hope 19096|Haven by sorrowing day have ceased, 19096|And the cold, white hand of grief is laid, 19096|And our comrade's spirit has gone, 19096|And his love to the grave is given-- 19096|May the dear memory be on earth, 19096|As its living echo in heaven, 19096|That from life's silent heights to-night 19096|To its sacred spirit so sublime, 19096|And its spirit in Heaven, too, shall live, 19096|For ever pass away, forever live. 19096|WILSON. _From 'Music in Honor of 19096|Harvey's Grave'_ 19096|The great heart of the ocean is silent, 19096|As it used to be unbroken; 19096|For the sea itself can tell us 19096|This, which you were made to feel. 19096|Now, with waves that are silver-tinselled, 19096|And with ocean full of sighs, 19096|The world's great voice goes round proclaiming 19096|That one shall be the other. 19096|In life's first spring each year is merry 19096|With the new-found hope of flowers,-- 19096|The first flower is a scarlet petal, 19096|The second, purple pink. 19096|But the world, with its old-fashioned ways, 19096|So, with sorrow's new-born tears, 19096|Turns the new roses to a scarlet thread, 19096|And dies in purple grief! 19096|And so, with all its grief, I see 19096|Love is still a glorious part 19096|Of the ocean-sweet young heart of God, 19096|That cannot rest apart. 19096|My life is like a forest wide, 19096|The leaves are music, but I hear 19096|Sad, hollow, half-heard music. 19096|Yet sometimes to my soul, they fall 19096|Like voices of the winds that moan 19096|The leaves of life are ever gray, 19096|To make their presence plain. 19096|The world was made to be our home, 19096|To be a lonely place-- 19096|Wealth and rank and power are dark 19096|To blot from sight the dream. 19096|The world was made to be our home, 19096|To lie as one at peace; 19096|Its heart was only one poor word, 19096|Its rest were love so sweet. 19096|I have seen a cloud arise 19096|And float on a sudden blue, 19096|I have felt the wild wave of fear 19096|In the face of a danger strange 19096|And a pain that I ======================================== SAMPLE 26620 ======================================== 2619|I never heard your voice, 2619|Nor your light hand beckon, 2619|But he was the first I knew, 2619|Where your footsteps dimpled were. 2619|But now he's gone before me, 2619|And I am lost, oh, lost! 2619|You are the last of me, 2619|And I wander lonely-hearted, 2619|And my heart is all forlorn. 2619|The sky is blue above us, dear, 2619|The road its crimson's fringed; 2619|The trees are gay, fair, and fair to see, 2619|They bloom and bloom again. 2619|Our love has blest us from this road; 2619|We never roam in vain. 2619|The little white-winged birds rejoice 2619|In their white tents by the stream; 2619|They sail in their twilight vests away, 2619|And leave the sun behind. 2619|I've seen the gleam of the sun-din shone, 2619|He flashed me a glance for to-day, 2619|And my love to the sky will soar 2619|And wait in the sky again. 2619|The snow-birds are in the sky, dear; 2619|Oh, see the green auk at play, 2619|And the red robin and plume and comb 2619|Are feathering the biris' wings. 2619|And my love will surely come, dear, 2619|With her nest in the nest o' my breast, 2619|And I will never fear to take her 2619|Across the waters of night. 2619|The lark is in the air, dear, 2619|And he sings e'en now; 2619|The heather bells are all a-tilt 2619|To his music now, dear. 2619|I saw you stand by his cot to-day, dear, 2619|For you pressed it close, dear; 2619|Oh! he was a gallant youth, dear, 2619|And brave in his youth, dear. 2619|And here he is now a lord and master, dear, 2619|And over him's the water-mark, dear, 2619|And there his white steed rides, dear, 2619|Astride to ride and round again, dear, 2619|And here is his hand in mine, dear, 2619|And here his love in mine, dear. 2619|You must not weep for him, my dear, 2619|Though you should pray, my dear; 2619|You do not think of his grief, my dear, 2619|Now he is gone, my dear? 2619|We do not talk of his tears, my dear, 2619|Now his blood has dried, my dear, 2619|You can weep no more, my dear, 2619|Now he is dead, my dear. 2619|Come to me, my Mary-love, to me: 2619|Hast thou forgotten? Hast thou known 2619|The pains of thy young heart o'erset, 2619|Ah! the dear eyes have closed on thee, 2619|O sweetheart! Yet thou might'st not know 2619|(Oh what a change, what a change!) 2619|What a change the tears of this breast 2619|Make in the heart at sea; 2619|What a change, what a change, what a change! 2619|If she's come for a sweet kiss, 2619|She would have sweeter soothings than these, 2619|Nurs'd with vows her vows she'd break, 2619|I have seen her with eyes that shone, 2619|I have heard her whisper, "Believe!" 2619|If she's come for a sweet kiss, 2619|O, what a pain she would make, 2619|Her tears would drown her, and all the while, 2619|I have seen her with eyes that shone, 2619|And she had lips that sang, and she had eyes 2619|And she was dear, and all but the dead, 2619|Such strange strange love, such strange strange love, 2619|That dead love with dead eyes loved, 2619|And her soul would follow to the sight, 2619|And her soul would follow to the sight, 2619|While ======================================== SAMPLE 26630 ======================================== 16452|And thus Achilles' arms he shook, and thus began. 16452|My friend, the son of Peleus! thou hast well said 16452|What next behoves us. We must here at once 16452|Resolve on what to do; first, to fly, and so 16452|Leave that man, for it behoves us both to fly. 16452|Then, if he yet survives for me an only son, 16452|Betroth'd to a fair and a noble wife, 16452|Then shall I have my choice of the many youths 16452|For Trojan wives, the best; but he is here 16452|To seek his fate; if I in all my force 16452|Be slain, he is my heir, the sole surviving heir. 16452|Come then--myself will bring a horse and mule 16452|The body to the fleet; and I will, myself, 16452|Drive Pisa's son, as well as all her kine 16452|I will command the mules and horse to bear. 16452|He ended, and Achilles led the way. 16452|They from the wall a city make, of rock 16452|Mounted; beneath it is a fountain clear, 16452|Which at his bath, with all the water's flow, 16452|The shepherd, who, by sleep subdued, 16452|By water-carvers' skill the barley drinks, 16452|Strove day and night with feeble force. The mules, 16452|The horses, and the mules obedient met 16452|The Trojan troops, and Hector led them on. 16452|He, with his thunderbolts, at distance stood, 16452|Till near the trench; he then, in order due, 16452|Gave vent to wrath, by Pallas inspired. 16452|Then, hurl'd with might and main, the Trojan routed 16452|Roll'd from the wall a broad shield on the shore, 16452|On which himself he set amid the press; 16452|Nor the unrivall'd Hector, not a God, 16452|Had he to flight by flight deterr'd. But them 16452|Not yet, perforce, he turned his horse; and some, 16452|Leaking from the trench, from either side 16452|Stood round, impetuous, and the whole array 16452|Of Hector's followers on the other part; 16452|They, furious even from the summit of Troy 16452|And Hector's self, the flight of Hector met, 16452|And the retreat he held with stormy heart. 16452|But Pallas soon as she beheld the Greeks 16452|Turn, and the Trojan host dispersing, cried 16452|Herself; the Goddess fly'd the sounding shore. 16452|As a white cloud, when it the tempest rends, 16452|Lights with a single ray the western sky, 16452|So Pallas by the Trojan host array'd 16452|Herself, herself, a single bow in hand. 16452|Three arrows bearing on the string she draw'd; 16452|Each of the three was named by Pallas, and each 16452|Was given to Pallas by her, for Pallas 16452|Alone, alone, could with a single bow 16452|The many dart attack him with, and the host 16452|Of Hector, which had never a single Chief 16452|Assault, with their own heads drove on foot. 16452|Thus, at the earliest dawn of day from heaven 16452|Aves flew, the eldest daughter of the Moon. 16452|Aves was a virgin maid. Her mother bore 16452|In Aves was borne, and from those brides arose 16452|The lineage of Juno, who, with might 16452|Of every air encompassed. She too dear 16452|To Pallas, as the goddess, was the wound 16452|Of Hector, whose impetuous spirit bore her 16452|With all his comrades to the ships of Greece. 16452|Her, now Apollo in mid Aetna fell, 16452|The son of Pallas; there he died. Apollo, thus, 16452|The Gods had, on the Thunderer's altar set, 16452|By mighty Jove himself bestow'd, with pain, 16452|By one who in the field had oft been pluck'd 16452|By Pallas, and, so sever'd from ======================================== SAMPLE 26640 ======================================== 27663|_To_ HONORA _LAST RESORT._ 27663|This is the year; the sacred Spring, 27663|When flowers unripened on the trees, 27663|Neat, fresh and fresh the fruitage show; 27663|And the proud vines their full-blown pomp display, 27663|With all their might and main, to tempt the breeze; 27663|And in green vale and sunny grove, 27663|In pail and marble pier combine, 27663|The flowers that deck the PICOTOS reign, 27663|The MOSS, the JIMPS, and the GRAPE; 27663|And on their tops the WILD GOBIES sport. 27663|These years the HENRY, then, on earth so bright, 27663|In rich and ample lands had rov'd; 27663|Beneath his sway the GRASSE shrank to clay, 27663|The ROSE her verdant turf decay'd, 27663|The JIMPS fled for shelter from the storm 27663|And WILD GOBIES could not breed: 27663|But thou, dear LYDIA, to his breast 27663|Fled not; nor the JIMPS, nor the WILD GOBIES, 27663|But in the shade of his own grove didst lie; 27663|Where he his JOHNSOY JAMES PLOTTED in LIFE, 27663|To teach the GOBLIN GRAVE the TRUTH to know. 27663|And in some shady corner cool 27663|Didst pass the day in mirth and glee, 27663|While, his dear JACOB, by his side, 27663|His HENRY'S GOBLIN grew a SPRING. 27663|The ROSE is waxen pale with heat, 27663|The WILD GOBLIN shrivels, and deflowers: 27663|The MOSS, whose youth, in golden flood, 27663|From thy bright cheek so lovely blow, 27663|Is fled;--and thou, the JACOB nam'd, 27663|In thee the SELF-DOMINATION lies. 27663|And yet in every vein be bright, 27663|Dear LYDIA, as we love thee, so 27663|We'll cherish thy immortal frame, 27663|And cherish _THY_ immortal bliss 27663|Till time shall end our joyous day, 27663|And Death himself this morning meet 27663|The dear, the mighty LORD of life. 27663|_He_ with his DEATH-WEIR shall reign 27663|The Master-mind that taught this Earth; 27663|And shall this sacred day for thee 27663|In splendour rise, and light and glory shine; 27663|_Thy_ BRANDON in her death-pall shall rise, 27663|To whom is given to reign his land; 27663|Thy fair, in that bright, to reign her home.-- 27663|_EVIDENCE_ of life is the first of gifts of GOD;-- 27663|'Tis the light that never darkens, and the Guide 27663|Whom the dim mists obscure. 27663|In the still calm of the frozen north the snow lies deep; 27663|In the still calm of the icy south the sea lies wide; 27663|And all that's done, and all that's to be, is done below, 27663|In the calm and still of the eternal winter time. 27663|The trees' in beauty, and all the wild green hills are hush'd, 27663|With the snow-flakes falling everywhere. 27663|O'er the frozen plain, and the bright blue hills that crown'd, 27663|The stars look down in their glory, and gleam in their height, 27663|The wild birds seek their havens, the wild winds their rest, 27663|In the still calm of the eternal winter time. 27663|Oh, come, lovely lass! 27663|The snowdrop ne'er had charm'd thee; 27663|But thy darling sprite 27663|Has charm'd thee now, and still she smiles 27663|On the forest, and streams, and rills, 27663|And her blest little sprite 27663|Is just as happy and gay as they. 27663|She comes no more; 27663|Her eyes are dim; 27663 ======================================== SAMPLE 26650 ======================================== 4010|When his right hand strook the steed, 4010|Nor did he fail to speak 4010|"My lord, I trust thee for the battle; 4010|Thou shalt be warlike and brave: 4010|'Twas not my fashion, now, to fly 4010|By any dang'rous tree, 4010|And in the thickest of the hail 4010|To turn and seek a grave, 4010|Yet wilt not fear to follow thee 4010|As surely, as truth can shew; 4010|Yet wilt not fear to go 4010|With my young lady bairn. 4010|If the lordliest and the mightiest 4010|That e'er we saw in battle bore, 4010|He has the first in our cause, 4010|Of all to win or to lose." 4010|He scarce had said, when we heard 4010|The ringing of the horn, 4010|And soon as we were near 4010|To the green wood, by the road 4010|We heard the chase renewed. 4010|Then spake fair Knaresburgh, 4010|And on the lady bent 4010|His reverend visage grave; 4010|"My dearest lady, be not wroth; 4010|'Twas your own self that drove us. 4010|You are the last fair Lady 4010|That here behold me. 4010|"Forgive me, if in this distress, 4010|I so sadly fall! 4010|My heart is full of sorrow, 4010|Too well we share its joy. 4010|Our own fair castle here we brake, 4010|'Neath the green wood's shade; 4010|And here shall we seek, ere long, 4010|Our dear love and our pride." 4010|The lady had no word in answer, 4010|Her sorrow was ended at last. 4010|Yet all in vain to Heaven she strove, 4010|Unheeding still the danger near, 4010|While we, on our homeward way, 4010|By the castle on the lea, 4010|Stout watch and never-ending peace 4010|We keep when the chase is o'er. 4010|But, ere the chase was ended, 4010|Lords, knights, and banner-bearing throng 4010|Before the castle wall were ranged, 4010|And, from the castle ward, 4010|And from the hall that fronts it, 4010|The loud and dismal summons 4010|In the deep noon of night. 4010|Casting a lingering look around, 4010|My soul, in fear and doubt, 4010|Changed from the fair attire 4010|Which I left him in the wood, 4010|My form took a mortal air. 4010|As the sun, now sunk in ocean, 4010|Shoots forth a rosy blaze, 4010|As, from the hall, the wardens 4010|Watch with a gaping eye, 4010|To see our knight return, 4010|Each morn I felt an oar 4010|Grazing in my pierced side, 4010|And felt the foot of Death, 4010|In my bound, dark prison; 4010|And the hush of quiet rest 4010|Was broken soon and oft, 4010|By the trumpet's shrill clangor, 4010|And the war-whoop's sound. 4010|And when the forest trees 4010|Were heavy with dark noon haze, 4010|And the air with wavering mist, 4010|I heard the chase advancing. 4010|I turned to where the forest reared 4010|Its trees upon the sun, 4010|And he, where many a woodland blew 4010|O'er the bright earth and air, 4010|Now with the trumpet's long and thin 4010|Shouting and battle-shout, 4010|Now with wild war-cry and cry, 4010|As, from some mountain-peak, 4010|Our warriors burst amid them. 4010|It is time now for supper: let 4010|The little ones have leave 4010|To sup, for the good host 4010|Can neither hear nor see, 4010|Being in death alone. 4010 ======================================== SAMPLE 26660 ======================================== 1229|Where, with his wings set upward, a black 1229|Chrysanthemum spreads a silver crown 1229|Of purple, over the whole of life 1229|Far and near, to make the heaven sweeter; 1229|And God's great angel who, with man's hand, 1229|Dropped down to Earth, with eyes of fire, 1229|Shone above it: as it should be seen 1229|In Heaven! 'Tis but the wings of some great bird 1229|That touch this Earth, but they do touch it well. 1229|If my life's work was not so much, 1229|Yet that I did so much, let me 1229|Be truly known: 1229|No, not as all who strive for no such thing 1229|Are scorn'd who do: - 1229|As all who sow their souls with dreams of fame, 1229|But find their hopes of honour fail: - 1229|As all who wait for things to come but find 1229|The present hour is wait'd, and not the next: - 1229|The present hour is wait'd; and for the sake 1229|Of some now past and gone, I hope to be 1229|Sufficiently thank'd. 1229|Pardon this presumption, but be sure 1229|That, though in outward seeming so calm, 1229|The soul of every one is sad, 1229|Whose hope with doubt and unrest has lain 1229|In vast affliction, while the body 1229|For ever seems in chains 1229|By some uncreated toil: let all 1229|The world be fain of your release; 1229|Here, on my lute's throbbing strings, 1229|I make, from this old world of ours, 1229|Love's present instrument, 1229|And all it sings, it makes true God. 1229|When I recall, by moonlight glimmering, 1229|The old romantic dreams of summer, 1229|It is with heart that hears the chime 1229|Of some old dance's long-forgotten rhyme 1229|Smiting a golden age's gold, 1229|Which was as yet unsung. 1229|When some strange spirit comes to take me, 1229|And leave me in the darkness, 1229|With the old songs it sang before, 1229|Not knowing love's or shame's or shame-land 1229|Was its seat of earth. 1229|From this great world I must part: it is a world 1229|Whose glory hath no end; whose glory 1229|And hope are not vain. 1229|Yet I am sad for one whom, with the world 1229|Still round them overhead, my brothers are; 1229|Whose memory in the deep blue mountain-woods 1229|I cannot forget. 1229|The night has come: hush! The silence swallows up in darkness 1229|For one long hour; 1229|Then the earth's deep silence wakes and stirs, 1229|And the sun goes down behind the mountain-tops, 1229|And I am near to them and their beauty, 1229|And they have their own will. 1229|I come from the deeps, but they return my love and 1229|pleasure 1229|From the deep beauty of life: the world is still for me, 1229|The hills and waters are still; the rivers still 1229|will flow by me. 1229|O night! O wild silence that comes through the 1229|shelterless 1229|That the night holds, with its own sweet mysteries! 1229|O silence that goes under your feet, and shall 1229|not ever leave you! 1229|It comes through the windows in the dark; 1229|The lamps in their place are turned to faces; 1229|And sometimes one stands still and turns the darkness 1229|into the light. 1229|I do not know why my heart grows light, 1229|And what the story that doth begin 1229|My tears that follow the shadowed air 1229|But never rest in them; 1229|I do not know who my heart is still; 1229|I only know there's Love above and Love 1229|Below. 1229|O night! O wild silence, you ======================================== SAMPLE 26670 ======================================== 30332|That all day 'twill be long till they will come home, 30332|That all night long no man might hear that voice. 30332|O woe is me for the hope of what had been; 30332|For the voice from the darkness, all day long, 30332|Had said, "All night to the sea I go." 30332|But at last in the eve of the nightfall, 30332|When all the darkness was filled with the light 30332|Of the new stars, came the voice once more; 30332|And all the sea heard it, yea, and the sea 30332|That hears not, if he hear, all day long: 30332|"All night, and the sea, and the silence is sweet. 30332|And when I am weary and want sleep, 30332|And leave my ship upon the sea, woe is me 30332|That no man shall hear the voice of my song; 30332|For no man shall hear the voice of my voice, 30332|Save only the gods who, with their gods, 30332|Are asleep beneath the world's vast round, 30332|And know not that there is a voice in my heart 30332|Lifting their gods, and asking them for praise! 30332|O woe is me, for my wild heart's desire; 30332|For there is light above, and there is darkness below, 30332|And it may be death to look out upon the sea, 30332|And it may be life to die in the darkness; 30332|But there is glory far above, and glory far below, 30332|And it may be death to die while I live." 30332|Then the song was carried away from the deep 30332|As a wave, with a song, over the waves of the deep; 30332|And the waves of the deep were troubled with gladness that woke 30332|The dreamer from his dreaming, and the sea-maid from her sleep. 30332|In the morning grey and early he came home; 30332|And the wind sighed and smiled as it blew his hair; 30332|But he held his hands to his brow, and wept sore, 30332|As he gazed with his tear-drawn breath upon the sands. 30332|"Alas!" he said, "that I was ever so young, 30332|That I should have dreamed so many happy dreams; 30332|When should my eyes be filled with that sweet sleep, 30332|That never shall come to me through the years? 30332|Alas! alas! the sweet, sweet dreams that died 30332|In the night's dimness ere I turned an ear? 30332|Ah, say now, for mine eyes tell me truely 30332|What shall come to me from the lost years long dead." 30332|Then, on his knees, while his own tears stood in row, 30332|With his hand he made a soft, white prayer of praise, 30332|As in sorrowful dreams he prayed for his heart's sake: 30332|"O thou god-children! O the great and the small, 30332|The dear and the strange, the poor and rich and great, 30332|O the stars that look to me from the depths of night, 30332|In thine eternal, golden light! 30332|O gentle ones and gracious, O lovely things 30332|That my fancy ever saw, 30332|What shall become of me, and what shall gain 30332|From the vain task of being? 30332|"If all my heart's treasure be but song, and thou 30332|That song shall be to me in truth the dearer. 30332|Ah, well, mine eyes shall see 30332|One star that shall not shine, one little word 30332|That shall be all my name. 30332|"If my sweet heart's treasure be but words, and thou 30332|That song shall be to me more sweet than tears, 30332|If my sweet love were but to me a song, 30332|O sweet love, the song of thy sweet love 30332|In all things that thou sayest would be as rest 30332|To me, and there would be no pain, 30332|"Since nothing that was sweet would leave my bosom, 30332|If nothing had happened that my love might be 30332|Once to see that shining star." 30332|O happy world, the love that now in secret lies ======================================== SAMPLE 26680 ======================================== 24269|And sent him to the Phæacian land. 24269|And thus the Chief that in his house abode 24269|Tore all his bowels forth, or who in war 24269|Severed (some god perhaps, or in craft) 24269|His limbs, or who, of his own people slain, 24269|Crouched the dead on the ground, Eumelus spake: 24269|Shame on ye all; when, in his own abode 24269|Mourned in his torn house, but now the dead 24269|Receive not such as thou; for him this day 24269|Thine host shall be the vultures' food. 24269|He ceased. The Feathered God then winged his pace 24269|Swifter than the wind o'er ocean fleet, 24269|And, hasting to the margin of the main 24269|Of Achaia's sons, at length espied 24269|Ulysses, but in secret, for the King 24269|He saw, till, at twelve o'clock, he came 24269|And to the Queen, whom he had heard, he spake. 24269|Thou, O Penelope! hear and mark with joy 24269|What now I say, lest aught alarm thee. 24269|Here is a man who has a mind to slay 24269|Himself with all his tribe and all his men, 24269|And thou shalt see him--when indeed thou canst-- 24269|And his brave son Telemachus, that man 24269|And native of Ithaca, will see, 24269|When, at the hour of midnight, he shall see 24269|Ulysses, as he lies in his own house 24269|And in his father's absence, lying dead. 24269|The other and not less fortunate, I 24269|Will give him over to the warriors bold 24269|Of Laertes, for a better than his son 24269|No gift thou givest him. To Eurymachus 24269|I give him; the son would be a curse to him. 24269|He ended, and the King the glorious meed. 24269|Then thus Antinoüs. Oh Queen! wilt thou bid 24269|Telemachus his sire obey? for he 24269|Is no less steadfast than he; to every guest 24269|He has both arms and ample means, and many 24269|Crowding about him, for no gifts they give, 24269|But a hospitable and obliging heart. 24269|But he, his mother's friend, shall surely go, 24269|And to her country's prince this message bear, 24269|That never shall his sire, but that he die 24269|So shall make him ruler in his father's house. 24269|The Queen to whom he thus his message gave. 24269|What word hast thou, or hath heard or receiv'd 24269|From me? not that I would know; yet know I well, 24269|That thou art my dearest father, me thy spouse 24269|And husband, and I thy dearest son; I dread 24269|Thy voice is heard through all the land, and I have 24269|Of all the others a beauteous daughter. 24269|She, she herself with words like these replied. 24269|Then, now and nevermore by me resign'd, 24269|Weary I feel of my own country's throne. 24269|Come, therefore, my beloved, and let us, 24269|Whom here Ulysses was, together make 24269|Safe passage to the city, that we thence 24269|May the same banquet with the Prince enjoy. 24269|To whom Penelope, thus, replied, replied. 24269|Thy answer, stranger! is not to be blamed. 24269|But tell me next, Ulysses, where he lies. 24269|Thy mother, I believe, has told thee so. 24269|Then thus the Hero to the Queen replied. 24269|My mother! I dare all things without pause 24269|Describe. She is at residence within 24269|The citadel, and her task is to bring 24269|All those that have my banishment to hear 24269|The sentence of the Phæacians sent 24269|From fair Ithaca into the gates of Troy. ======================================== SAMPLE 26690 ======================================== 9889|And this is all he can bring to you, 9889|And your thoughts are all he has to bring. 9889|This is all he has to bring to me. 9889|So if the world with the world be twain, 9889|We must share, if we would not be twain. 9889|And I would gladly sell the world 9889|For this, only this that _he_ is here, 9889|And you _he_ the world. 9889|As a little red rooster crowed, 9889|Crying, "Coo," I heard a man say; 9889|And I thought his voice was deep and strong; 9889|Then I saw his eyes were blue and clear. 9889|"I've had my share of sorrow," quoth he, 9889|"But my share's now doubled by the day, 9889|And my baby's glad with such a mother 9889|As this man is. 9889|You've been through hell and you've been low, 9889|But you've got a mother as kind in God 9889|As this man had none. 9889|You've been through hell together and low, 9889|But you've got a wife as tall as he, 9889|And you have her name 9889|A Cocker's heart, a great old man, 9889|And good-will to you in your distress." 9889|And it happened quite unexpectedly-- 9889|A rare thing--that the baby's heart, 9889|With God's love and hope complete made it, 9889|Was glad--was glad with joy. 9889|For it is the law divine 9889|As we reach our tenth year on earth, 9889|And all men have a share in this; 9889|And each man hath a share, in turn, 9889|Of all that we have been to make, 9889|Now here, now there, now in the dark, 9889|The day's all our own. 9889|As a little brother crying, cried, 9889|"Mother, Mother, a man's come to the rescue!" 9889|And I thought 'twould be most fitting 9889|To bid him take his share on earth 9889|And give me his thanks. 9889|O little locket red 9889|And small little heart of gold 9889|O'erhadowed by my bride, 9889|I have a ring that will not break, 9889|I have a ring that will not freeze. 9889|O little heart of gold, 9889|A ring that will not melt away 9889|Or part from my bride's small hand; 9889|But in its calm, warm heart 9889|It still is a part of her. 9889|The little heart of gold 9889|Is a part of my dear; 9889|And the ring that will not melt away 9889|Or part from her fingers now. 9889|O little heart of gold, 9889|A ring that will not melt away 9889|Or part from mine own finger now. 9889|I hope you'll take it on high, 9889|And love it at the same time; 9889|I pray it may be your wife 9889|When you are old and grey; 9889|I hope this heart you give, 9889|Is yours by all the gods above, 9889|And will not change--or grow old 9889|By the mere touch of thine hand. 9889|The little heart of gold 9889|Is yours all the time. 9889|We know it's yours when you are old 9889|But we must trust you still. 9889|Though you're a part of my heart 9889|It will not change by lying down 9889|Though it may never fill its place 9889|And can never be cold by lying down; 9889|It is eternal and strong 9889|And will never change and pass away 9889|Though you may never be old and grey. 9889|The little heart of gold 9889|We'd give our lives to save 9889|But you will never be our wife 9889|Oo might change, o might change, o might! 9889|For your heart is always mine. 9889|It's better to have you now 9889|Than years when you are old, 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 26700 ======================================== 7391|With her sweetest voice and sweetest smile. 7391|Oh, she had such a face of grace, 7391|So radiant, fair, and pure and light! 7391|How did it fade and fall and flow? 7391|Oh, she had such a voice of truth! 7391|How can you tell where she was drawn? 7391|A shadow on the midnight air,-- 7391|A shadow on the midnight air,-- 7391|And the soul of maiden is dead 7391|To all her flowers of love and truth! 7391|You say they will soon bloom again, 7391|The flowers that once we loved so well, 7391|To look at with new beauty now 7391|In the cold hands of time and care. 7391|They bloom, and bloom divinely well, 7391|Like a warm flush on the midnight air,-- 7391|A warm, shy flush of summer day. 7391|They are not to be loosed at last; 7391|Too pure and sweet they are to fade; 7391|Too fraught with beauty now to fade,-- 7391|Too frail to burst with any charm. 7391|They are not to be loosed at last;-- 7391|Though one may sigh,--"We shall miss them now!" 7391|And they are not to perish all! 7391|God bids that Nature find her flowers, 7391|And give them back her own again. 7391|It is not when the day is done 7391|We should forget the roses' bloom,-- 7391|Though flowers that loved to bloom are dead,-- 7391|Too late I look at summer noon, 7391|And one sweet flower will grow no more. 7391|But when the noon grows late, and dark 7391|The sky, like a sea of cloud, is rolled 7391|Round the darkened dawning of the day, 7391|One will sigh: "We shall miss them now." 7391|What are your thoughts, dear love? I pray you 7391|Let me have life once more; let me 7391|Give you my last little kiss. 7391|What are they that flaunt before your sight, 7391|And with their gold and silken daintiness 7391|Stoop to be slaves of my love's delight? 7391|What are they that flaunt before your sight,-- 7391|What are they,--my friends, that rise and go 7391|From life, and vanish with the breath they blow? 7391|What do you think of the things they do? 7391|To be still with your kisses, dear love, 7391|And never to dream of the sin you're in! 7391|What do you think of the things they do? 7391|They love, and they live,--but I love thee. 7391|Then give me the kiss thou hast given, 7391|My sweet heart to dream of! give me, love, 7391|One kiss more,--if it brings one less,-- 7391|Even for life, then,--oh, give me life! 7391|O God, I love thee! then give me thine 7391|The way to live, the way to die,-- 7391|Make me the heart of the sunset--the light 7391|Of earth, the sun, the sky, the sea, the air, 7391|By the sweet breath of my soul, and the touch 7391|Of my hand, and let me be only _One_. 7391|Say, is it sweet to think, that I 7391|Am what the stars love, and they obey? 7391|Is it sweet to feel what they have led, 7391|And to look at Heaven with a smile? 7391|To think I shall wake when they call,-- 7391|Shall rise and smile when they bid me to sleep? 7391|I was a woman, dear my man, 7391|For years and years have I been maid; 7391|Thin, fair, and slender, smooth as she! 7391|I'm strong to stand awhile alone. 7391|The stars smiled on us with no dread, 7391|And yet they knew not why; 7391|We saw the glimmer of their wings, 7391|And could not tell the reason why, 7391|For we were women too. 7391|Then came a sudden, ======================================== SAMPLE 26710 ======================================== 10602|Thy handes for to do this. 10602|But to thee much, though I meane it, 10602|I finde it hard to wyte, 10602|That to my fayre louers good afolde, 10602|I must or never be. 10602|And though I take to be as good, 10602|As any prince or king, 10602|Yet can I not my heart, my head, 10602|Nor my sad soul contente. 10602|Therefore in my sorest sadnesse 10602|I vowe this to rede you, 10602|But be the best that I can speake, 10602|To my Lord I vow to you: 10602|And for this, as his louers service, 10602|As long as my life is; 10602|So as his heart be so my care, 10602|I will thy heart bereave of me, 10602|And in thy face devoure. 10602|Nor wilt thou him thereafter serve, 10602|Whilest he dooth on me feare, 10602|Yet to be his man to the last, 10602|And still his woman to be. 10602|So may no man get pleasure nor rest, 10602|If that his maner be delayd, 10602|Till he take sory of the same: 10602|For his will is but a word, 10602|The which men worke of ill. 10602|But I shall hauing your heart still 10602|In my soule with worke leal; 10602|Therefore I mak it my servise 10602|To serve you as I might. 10602|But when you see that my heart is gone 10602|And witnes shall seke my grace; 10602|Then, then shall I to love you make 10602|As much rastardce as I might 10602|In my soule to passe your love, 10602|My will being still the same. 10602|And should I want my soule's grace, 10602|Then should I wish that I were dead, 10602|That I my soule might sin to hide; 10602|And therefore by that word ye say, 10602|I will do both your grace to be. 10602|So, my goode seruice, be kinde, 10602|And may the best of you grac'd be 10602|To you to serve for evermoe. 10602|Nowe I away, now I away. 10602|Nowe I away, now I away, 10602|Till this world cometh in the 7runes ende, 10602|And that be ended, that be the 7th of May, 10602|That was for my sweete sake enspied. 10602|In the which, as the winde seene, 10602|She, which hadde been for to wyte 10602|The whiles that she was not in love bred, 10602|Shedde forth a wonderous white wede. 10602|And of such white wede she made a wyte, 10602|And for to make it fast by a werk, 10602|She made a Wome for them their goodenesse 10602|Of such a werk a thousand thousand: 10602|All which things, when they saw, waxed sore afraid, 10602|And to the wicket tromplin they hadde 10602|Of her that was the fiend's hire. 10602|Whilom, by god, thus the sone was sent 10602|In great terror to this gate, 10602|And there with cryes so wilde and drearie 10602|That it was rent asunder aswith: 10602|And every werk with his owne wocker set 10602|In his owne partie, was of this wench 10602|In his partie: and yet they nothing weene 10602|That the werkes were of her lording: 10602|But, as the bokes sayne, of her delightfull 10602|Fortuneth all men therein. 10602|Whilest that she the Gate was wont to fill, 10602|All the gates clisten to her gon, 10602|So that thei spedde of her werkfull might, 10602|And to the werk came ======================================== SAMPLE 26720 ======================================== 18396|That auld, amaist, an' whusty hav' left, 18396|To sail wi' the ghaist o' me.'-- 18396|I 'canna lie, and I 'm wae for thee, 18396|I 'm wae for the lassie o' Mygr, 18396|And a' the whustraigs that 'd murmur wae! 18396|For a' the ghaist o' thee, 18396|That auld, amaist, an' whustraigs that 'd murmur wae. 18396|Now ance, in a sad and breaking mood, 18396|I 'm coming, poor waes, home to You; 18396|But I 'll do my best, to thee pledg'd, 18396|By a' your word o' grace and favour. 18396|If aye ye 'll graciously yield me place, 18396|As dear as if I were in thine abode, 18396|My nie is but a waefu' piece o' clay, 18396|In a' our pride, to pu' the best. 18396|'Tis not the chield, nor the mither's greed, 18396|That makes me so ardently seek 18396|Your hand, dear Margaret, in adversity, 18396|As now, in times like these, when we must part; 18396|But chiefly for the reason why 18396|I 'm coming, poor waes, home to You. 18396| The lines, as with many of the early poems of his 18396| "Roth, the author's friend and adherent, claims the Poet's 18396|respect. 18396|This volume, first printed in 1834, contains the first 18396|written of the "Scottish Poems of the North." In 1837, under the 18396|The earliest collection of the Northern poetry of the North of 18396|I 've read the poet's writings. I 've taken note of his 18396|works, and find them to be very charming, and moreover instructive. 18396|He never wavers from his subject--which is nature--but makes 18396|sure that he "can neither flatter nor beguile," and, as he 18396|"The human and the divine." In his words on human love he 18396|"Like the lark above, 18396|His voice is known, 18396|He floats in the heavens of high desire. 18396|Love like a stream 18396|Goes gaily, and freely, and gayly." 18396|He has poems on the happy and melancholy, and they give us a 18396|"Where nature weds, 18396|Her hand has made 18396|Each spot that flowers adorn." 18396|"The bard! the bard! the bard!" 18396|What a happy land! 18396|"Be this my lay o'er thy brow." 18396|He is here, the author, who "wrote, with his hand, the thing," 18396|"My brother and my friend-- 18396|And he had no other care." 18396|"The life that is my life!" 18396|He has something of the "hardy spirit" in his verse--and his story 18396|"The lover and the wife," 18396|As soon will "the morn of gold." 18396|"Farewell, old home." 18396|If you wish to know the origin and value of the Poems in 18396|which he participates, 18396|Go to Mr. Allen's _Papers of Leaves_; at first they appear to be 18396|_The Poems_.--A vast collection of poems and short stories, about 18396|_Munsey_.--Two poems, entitled "_The Bawdy Presbytik and the 18396|'twas on Easter-eve, 18396|Two lines of "the poet's home.'" 18396|This is "a sweet, unpoetic story." 18396|In _The Lady of the Crab Leaf_ Mr. Allen once more tries to 18396|"Hush! thou must wake sometime." 18396|_The Sailor's Wife, and other poems_.--An excellent poem in 18396|"She heard the rustling of wove sail, 18396|And felt the slow, sweet breathing of the gale." ======================================== SAMPLE 26730 ======================================== I saw the sun sink slowly 35402|Into the western sea; 35402|The trees were brown with shadow and shadow 35402|And a wind of darkness, 35402|And the wind, faint and sad with sorrow 35402|And a rain of water. 35402|I saw the wild sea-mew flit 35402|By and fro, and sighing, sighing, sighing; 35402|And in the rain I heard him sighing: 35402|--"O I am weary of men; 35402|The little birds all sing 35402|Out of the yellow wind, 35402|Somewhere between the islands of the moon," 35402|And the wind went sighing away, 35402|Then suddenly there rang out a sound 35402|Like the sound of a tread, 35402|And another sound and a sound more loud 35402|And a little voice cried out "O the sun is risen." 35402|And on the sun's face fell the light; 35402|And I looked out of the window, and saw the sea 35402|As black as black can be, 35402|And the wind was gone, and the darkness fell, 35402|And the moon came out of the sea. 35402|And he was like a little spirit 35402|That lives in the heart of a man; 35402|Fierce and strange, and fierce and strange and wild; 35402|One that will slay and none will save. 35402|O you with the wings of glory, 35402|You that like the wind of the sea 35402|Come out of a land that is as land and the sea 35402|To a land dark as death; 35402|Come out of the darkness of horror 35402|Under the deep night; 35402|Come out of the shadows, O whirlwind, 35402|And you shall find me fair; 35402|I am the joy of the whirlwind's fury 35402|And the strength of its wrath. 35402|You shall know me and love me, 35402|You shall know me as lover and lord 35402|And he that hath a golden sword 35402|Shall strike you dead. 35402|But you shall not escape nor fly, 35402|As they that are in the dark of night, 35402|But you shall lie in the darkness and die, 35402|And the storm and the rain shall bear you thence, 35402|And the wind shall carry you hence and die. 35402|_I shall not lie in the dark of night 35402|Nor shall not lie in the dark of night; 35402|I shall live and I shall rejoice 35402|In my own place, my own face; 35402|And you shall hear and you shall see 35402|What you shall never know._ 35402|And there was a man who loved the sea, 35402|And the sea-wind made him glad; 35402|He went a-smiling down the bay 35402|Until it seemed a-toying him; 35402|For he seemed dead, and his teeth were gray 35402|And his beard was hard to see. 35402|And the sea-wind made him glad and sigh; 35402|He sang a song forlorn, 35402|And the waves made his hair to curl, 35402|And the sea-wind made him go. 35402|O my sweet love, the sea hath a wondrous face, 35402|The waves are glad to see thee and sweet to thee; 35402|Their laughter is kind, their laughter is kind; 35402|Their sweetness is death and their sadness is dead; 35402|And you go floating 35402|Down the sea-spaces by the great walls 35402|And the sea-wind make you glad, 35402|And they make you seem like a woman's hair, 35402|And sway in the sea-wind with the breath of sea. 35402|_I shall not lie in the dark of night; 35402|I shall live with them like a man; 35402|I shall be comforted when they are gone, 35402|And so shall I forget._ 35402|The moon has a face of gold, and the deep sea 35402|Has a strange face and a moon of blue; 35402|The moon has great wings and many a one 35402|Is afraid when the moon is near. 35402|When the moon is near and the ======================================== SAMPLE 26740 ======================================== 22229|If she's been sitting still, the fairies' work 22229|Will soon be done and the dawn is at hand. 22229|They said I was a dunce, and I might have 22229|Been one, or be a duffer now, I wot-- 22229|My heart-strings are all a-chime in my breast, 22229|But to my mind, I've always been in Love. 22229|My Love is in a green and shady grove, 22229|There's a brook, there's a wood, and the birds, 22229|Are singing in the morning, I trow; 22229|The dew-drops have begun to peep,-- 22229|My Love is in a green and shadowy grove.' 22229|_"There's a brook, there's a wood and a little field, 22229|A little garden near the wild wood bough; 22229|There's a little garden tree where the birds sing 22229|And the dew-drops are weeping in the gloam-- 22229|My Love is in a green and shadowy grove."_ 22229|When she was a little child she lived in a cottage at Scibb Lynn, 22229|And the birds did sing upon the poplar tree. 22229|And in her youth she walked in the wood, a traveller, and prayed 22229|On the morn of her birth she kneel'd at her mother's knee, 22229|In the white dawn of life she pray'd so gladly for thee;-- 22229|Oblivionally the tears fell from her eyes, 22229|And the soft rain fell from the hollow of the skies. 22229|She was a virgin maiden--the woods were white round Scibb Lynn, 22229|And the dew-drops, like drops from the poplar tree, 22229|Had gone to her father in exile--but, oh, I knew 22229|That her soul was in thy shadow, and thou wert so dear, 22229|And she loved thee with a pure and womanlike love, 22229|That she wish'd thee her own, and would not leave thee alone. 22229|In the little garden-beast's home, 22229|They call'd her lovely, 22229|Or sung thereof with sweetness, by the willow-thatch'd lane; 22229|O she was fairer than they, in life and death; 22229|With all that beauty ever gladden'd in a man. 22229|Ah, how beautiful he was 22229|When she was young! 22229|How all his presence and power 22229|Would her delight and delight 22229|And all his greatness would delight, 22229|And her weakness, and grief, 22229|And love, and sorrow, and sorrow, and delight, 22229|Her joy, her glories, and her glories, 22229|His love, her griefs, her toils, 22229|And his hopes, and his dolours, and his dolours, 22229|His youth's glory, and his youth's toil. 22229|Oh, how I long for his presence, 22229|He is passing by! 22229|In a dark hour, when my heart would be 22229|Inmost with youth's fire, 22229|And tears would be in his bright eyes, 22229|And in kisses in his mouth; 22229|But alas! for the soul of me-- 22229|The bright heart's heart--I must go hence, 22229|Ah! what will he do before he die? 22229|And what will he do before he go? 22229|And what will he do before he die, 22229|That he lives not in mine arms to-night? 22229|Oh, what shall now be done in love 22229|When all is past? 22229|Alas! the night 22229|Of life is come! 22229|Ah, what shall now be done in love 22229|When all is said? 22229|And what shall now be done in love 22229|When all is done? 22229|Alas! the night 22229|Of life is here, 22229|And love is past. 22229|Ah, what shall now be done in love 22229|When all is past? 22229|And what shall now be done in love 22229|That he lives ======================================== SAMPLE 26750 ======================================== 1365|Gathered in his tent a hundred youths, 1365|Young, bold, and bold-hearted. 1365|And they rose up in his tent, 1365|And they set their faces to his sides; 1365|They kissed him and embraced him, 1365|And went on their ways; 1365|And they came to the temple, 1365|And they came in, and they came out, 1365|And stood by his side awhile, 1365|And gazed upon his face. 1365|And their eyes were full of wonder, 1365|And their mouths were wide open; 1365|And their hearts flew to his side, 1365|As they met his face. 1365|And the young men of his tribe, 1365|And the old men, they wept in silence 1365|As they looked at his face. 1365|And a young man from the tribe of wampum, 1365|He the mighty Chief, 1365|Saw the young men of his tribe 1365|And began to worship them. 1365|Ay, and he began to pray; 1365|And the Lord was with him, 1365|Deliverer and friend! 1365|And they gave to him alms, 1365|And they served him day and night, 1365|And he served them day and night. 1365|And they gave unto him gold, 1365|And they gave him robes of whitest cotton, 1365|They served him with gold, 1365|And they led him in ceremonious awe 1365|Among their childhood friends. 1365|When he went from their presence, 1365|In the shade of Death's dark trees, 1365|With his pilgrim's pilgrim's face, 1365|He was changed into a berry bush 1365|Upon the bank of his own lake, 1365|And never more appeared the face 1365|That from the world had parted. 1365|And the Chief, the mighty Man, 1365|Knew him ever faithfully, 1365|Ever true, and ever just, 1365|And he loved him for ever. 1365|And the sacred trees grew tall, 1365|The walnut, and oak, and beech, 1365|And resounded round about 1365|The song of the loving hand 1365|Of God upon the Chief's head. 1365|And the humming-birds did sing 1365|And flutter overhead in joy; 1365|And in chorus fell the forest, 1365|And every bird-song filled 1365|The air with sweet and holy music, 1365|And all the forest rang 1365|The song of the loving hand 1365|Upon the Chief's head. 1365|And he lifted up his eyes, 1365|And saw the faces divine, 1365|And heard their accents clear and bright 1365|As from the Throne of God on high; 1365|And his heart within him swelled 1365|With the love of those sweet lips, 1365|As the hearts of children swell 1365|Upon their Mother's breast. 1365|The sacred branches above, 1365|The fir-trees, the birch, the pine, 1365|Uprising at the sight 1365|Filled with the joy of all delight 1365|At the sight of their Chief's face 1365|On the shore of Lake Erie. 1365|And the shore of Lake Erie 1365|Was a mountain in sight; 1365|And up from the water's edge 1365|The beeches, the cedars, came 1365|To view the joyful shore. 1365|And the sacred berry-tree 1365|That grew upon the lake shore, 1365|Where the children of his tribe 1365|Rested and played aye! 1365|The beeches that shade the way, 1365|The cedars, the mosses gray, 1365|That touch the water's verge 1365|Like the hands of an unseen friend, 1365|Are seen in silver light, 1365|By the hand of peace to greet; 1365|And a voice is heard from out 1365|The dark and silent grove 1365|To tell how they can feel 1365|A sacred presence there! 1365|And when the sun of noon 1365|Has sunk into the west ======================================== SAMPLE 26760 ======================================== 11101|To do the thing that's right. 11101|A little child went forth to plough; 11101|His father went within his bower, 11101|And ploughed the furrow with his son, 11101|When the little child came back again. 11101|A little child had trouble in a field; 11101|She went to plough, and ploughed it deeper, 11101|Wheresoe'er she turned the corner, 11101|'Tis certain she did it by mistake,-- 11101|That little child had trouble still. 11101|A little child had trouble at the door; 11101|She cried, and came again, and ploughed twice, 11101|When the child was three months old. 11101|They buried a little child that walked 11101|Upon a yellow field; 11101|There was no one of all the people round 11101|Could tell his origin. 11101|He had a golden wig on his head, 11101|And a blue velvet mantle spread 11101|O'er his back, and his head was so tall, 11101|It reached to his feet. 11101|Three children drew their wool together, 11101|Lined on the scrubby-pole, 11101|Lined on the box, and lined on the hill, 11101|Lined on the ivy back. 11101|The first one had the smallest feet, 11101|But the second was the smallest ever 11101|Through the stretching of her toes. 11101|The third one had the longest neck, 11101|The fourth one had the longest arms, 11101|The fifth was the one with the ring. 11101|The sixth one wore a ring on his head, 11101|The seventh one wore a kirtle blue. 11101|The eighth one wore a white petticoat, 11101|The ninth one wore a red petticoat. 11101|The tenth one had a red kerchief, 11101|The tenth one wore a kilt of red, 11101|The eleventh had a blue kerchief, 11101|The eleventh had a yellow one, 11101|And the twelfth one wore a platter blue, 11101|And a blue quilt for her head. 11101|The thirteenth had a kerchief like gold 11101|That fell to her ankles low, 11101|But she had twelve red kerchiefs in her arms, 11101|And nine blue ones in her hands. 11101|"O Father," quoth little Maisie, 11101|"What will ye at my wedding be?" 11101|"Five of your brothers and sbrothers, 11101|Your sister's brother," said he. 11101|"I will have none of your bridal, 11101|I will go to the water-side." 11101|"Go to the water-side, my dainty, 11101|And be Miss, we are talking half." 11101|"I have had many a match, Father, 11101|But never a contest so fine." 11101|"You will have a daughter like sweet Maisie, 11101|I know full well that you are thinking." 11101|"My father is poor, and my mother poor, 11101|And I am not to blame for it; 11101|But I will see that your sisters be 11101|Of health, beauty, wealth, and a will." 11101|"But is it all forgotten thy father?" 11101|"It is not so, my darling, thank heaven!" 11101|"Ah, have you forgotten your mother, 11101|Or has she come back to me, 11101|Or is it all forgotten my sisters?" 11101|"Mother, you will see your sister Jane, 11101|My brothers and sisters three, 11101|And the dear little children you make 11101|Will never forget the three." 11101|The Father's joy was all aglow 11101|While the fair Maid did sing; 11101|And she said, "If my little one 11101|Be ill, I'll surely lend, 11101|Where my little one may go, 11101|To the church of my father, 11101|Where he lives in high estate." 11101|He gave her apples brown and red, 11101|He gave her pears and pinks, 11101|He also ======================================== SAMPLE 26770 ======================================== 3295|The great city had been built of 3295|A mountain, and the mountain 3295|Thrust out its roots to the sea, 3295|And rolled its head toward the skies 3295|Above it all of the land; 3295|But round about it rose a stately 3295|And beautiful edifice, 3295|On which the sun or any other 3295|The moon or any other night 3295|Had no abatement. All the days 3295|Were but one full moon, all nights 3295|One nightingale. The stars might shine 3295|No whit less bright and sweet from heaven 3295|Nor the sweet song of mirth and praise 3295|From any tongue of man's desire, 3295|And the earth be a desert land 3295|Where all the grass was not, and none 3295|Were to abide. 3295|"Here, then, is the house," said the master. 3295|"And the garden was built of the hills. 3295|The trees were fashioned in every spot 3295|Like to the human forms of men, 3295|Except the birds and beasts, which were fashioned 3295|As if the birds and beasts were not 3295|As human but a marvel unto men. 3295|This is the garden," said the master, "the fountains, 3295|The meadows, and the fatted oxen. 3295|I gave you a right good use of them; 3295|I give them all back with the same, 3295|That is, by letting them bloom in beauty. 3295|This is the court and garden, 3295|Where are the two great statues? 3295|The statue of Venus with the lotus, 3295|The statue of Apollo, 3295|That is the statue of the mother 3295|That sits in the place which she loved? 3295|When Christ was born of Mary, 3295|In the cradle in Bethlehem, 3295|To this place was His mother borne. 3295|In the same cradle they bore a child, 3295|No other child, I think, for the most part. 3295|When Christ in the Garden of God 3295|In the Garden of Eden was born, 3295|The mother would have looked on Him 3295|And praised Him for the beauty He bore. 3295|"Hail to Thee, Saviour, hail!" the mother cried, 3295|To the man who had brought her child. 3295|"And Thou, O Holy One, 3295|Give unto your children bread and wine." 3295|"Nay, nay, for I have not had meat yet." 3295|Then the man who had brought her child, 3295|For the moment when he stood before her, 3295|Had no voice, or thought, or feeling-- 3295|As the man whom men call Herod. 3295|The woman made this answer to him: 3295|"Take me not down to hell for thee; 3295|Forget me. I will take my child and bless 3295|Thee, my one Love. There is no power 3295|Has more of beauty in his face 3295|And more of grace about his hair; 3295|A more familiar hand is clasped not, 3295|Nor more enraptured by the world. 3295|To be a woman, though a saint, 3295|Cannot exchange one hand for another, 3295|Nor can avail His holy feet 3295|To wander through the mart and market. 3295|The man, by a shrewd woman's hate, 3295|In one brief day of passion and of pride 3295|Is snatched from God, in glory, shame, 3295|In agony, and sorrow. The man 3295|Is God, and God is God--and He 3295|Will give to man no more to do, 3295|Though by her hand he suffer and die." 3295|Thus did the woman say to him-- 3295|And to her child--the woman's voice. 3295|And once again the master said: 3295|"I have no more souls to spare; 3295|I am but one in the thousand, 3295|I must go to sleep again. 3295|"For thy spirit, I charge thee hold. 3295|I have no more souls to ======================================== SAMPLE 26780 ======================================== May your children never wear a shawl 17393|When the morning sun comes o'er the hill, 17393|But always bare-headed when you pass 17393|In your morning dress; 17393|And if any of your brothers brave 17393|Have ever been known to go to war, 17393|To school bare-footed, and to school-books bare 17393|With pale hands holding back the page, 17393|In the first lessons you must always sit, 17393|Walking on your hands behind your knees, 17393|Wearing your uniform upside down 17393|And a "G-d ook! G-d g-d get us out of trouble," 17393|To please your little sisters in their fears. 17393|Let no one ask you, in all your ways, 17393|Where the sun comes through your window-pane, 17393|And the long grass spread on the threshold-side, 17393|And the fruit-trees on the hill-side scorch. 17393|When you meet some old woman, walking here, 17393|Just as if on Sunday bound, 17393|For that is your birthday only to-day, 17393|And your lot set next week next year.-- 17393|Then you have a little glass to fill!-- 17393|"Is that your birthday?" she may ask. 17393|"I think I know," you say, and she 17393|May have one beside her. 17393|And the little glass shall be half full 17393|Of molten gold to-day. 17393|"Ah, mine!" she may say; "here I keep 17393|The old merry year." 17393|But you will find that the old calendar 17393|Of yesterday is gone; 17393|And the good girl who keeps the old merry year 17393|Is dead and done by this, 17393|And has not come back without her glass, 17393|Or a better one: 17393|But that is life, and all life's better than 17393|A year as ours. 17393|The snow is on the ground: we have gone out, 17393|Though never a hope as yet; and the trees 17393|Are shivering, and the very stars are cold. 17393|The moon has now and then a little shine 17393|And a white shadow on the road--I hope to see 17393|In the morning--if she will. 17393|But no! Oh, no! She is not there yet: 17393|The trees are quiet, the skies are full of stars, 17393|And we have no day to-day. 17393|We have not yet come back, 17393|To our little room, and the light and you, 17393|But the room is warm, and filled to the brim 17393|With the glory and sorrow you are to give-- 17393|With your laughter, and your weeping, and your mirth; 17393|There's not one corner for pain, and toil. 17393|And we have not yet come in; the lamp's not lit, 17393|The little bed is cold and stilly, and black 17393|The floor, as if with footprints of the cold, 17393|And the walls, and the walls are still! 17393|And we have not come back: still all is the same, 17393|The windows and doors, the windows and doors, 17393|The walls all blank and dim. 17393|What is this thing, a dreamy-footed child, 17393|Who thinks that the world is his only play, 17393|That only he must strive? 17393|He loves and he cares not: how can he know 17393|What the world cares for, or gives, or takes, or gives, 17393|Lest he only be a fool! 17393|There are no birds or beasts that call to him 17393|Out of the clouds; no wind that blows a tune, 17393|Nor river with a voice like his own, he hears: 17393|It is a man's voice, as he speaks to men, 17393|That's kind and sweet as his own. 17393|How strange and strange this world, in which he lives, 17393|With all its pleasures and its pains, the wise 17393|And all its mysteries, 17393|With life and love, and death, and all its sordid ======================================== SAMPLE 26790 ======================================== 1383|And from its earthy bosom, heave, heave 1383|To the far-sounding ocean. 1383|I hear, I hear, as from a tower or mount, 1383|How with a thundering of ships a sound 1383|Of battle shakes the hill-top! 1383|For there are men in fight and skirmish fray 1383|Who are the leaders, the beacons bright, 1383|Of many deeds of war. 1383|Yea, in a cloud of dust, with clang of chains, 1383|With clash of spears they move. 1383|But through the clash I hear the low wild cry, 1383|And I perceive the night-winds howl and blow 1383|Through trees of all kinds fresh spiced. 1383|Then back to earth again, and how they strive 1383|With all their life before them the same 1383|Is that I hear, I see them in the flame 1383|Of the fight for the right, 1383|The spirit for the life of truth; a battle-rage 1383|For the light life with reason, the right of man; 1383|An eternal war for God's kingdom true. 1383|It is the day of battle. 1383|A light day for the soul. 1383|For the air is clear, the skies above are blue, 1383|Lightning and thunder for battle and wrath. 1383|Hark to the cry that rises, for all men may hear, 1383|For all have striven to win. 1383|The war-storm is a storm, as must be clear, 1383|This way, and that, and all the ways are black. 1383|He that bears the sword must fight; 1383|With the spear, the shield, the lance, it is the best; 1383|With shield and spear and lance are in the war of life: 1383|And if one of these be crushed, 1383|The other shall thrive where that is lost lost. 1383|The war-field is wide, the sky is gray; 1383|The day is full of day; 1383|The air is full of shrieking and of wail, 1383|And there are sounds of the war-thunder in her breath: 1383|For one must dare and try, 1383|With the lance, the shield, the spear, the bow, 1383|The best among the men of the world are these, 1383|Because they are good and brave. 1383|The hour of death is at hand! 1383|It is not over yet, but the fight is hard; 1383|For the earth was red; 1383|The blood of Abel was in us; 1383|And the sword of Cain in us. 1383|We know the time is at hand: 1383|The breath of victory is blown; 1383|The moment has come when we must go 1383|With the spear, with the shield, with the lance, 1383|To win for Christ's true men the battle space; 1383|For the other one must try 1383|With the lance, with the shield, with the lance, 1383|To win for Christ's true men the battle space. 1383|We must fight, or we fall; 1383|We must conquer now, or we lose; 1383|We must be men when men are weak, 1383|To stand against God's true men. 1383|Now is the moment of breath; 1383|Now is the hour of soul: 1383|Now we are coming at a wall of strength, 1383|To break it down and save. 1383|There is the heart of man 1383|Has for years been wrung: 1383|There is the body of the child 1383|Frail as a ghost of snow: 1383|There is the soul of man 1383|Bitter with years; 1383|There is the man at heart 1383|Prisoned in walls and chains; 1383|These are the things that touch the sky, these are the things that stand around, 1383|The storm has ended: what a day it was 1383|Of sunshine, wind, and rain! 1383|It had a magic in it that is not found, 1383|A feeling not of the heart like these. 1383|Wind and rain, and wind ======================================== SAMPLE 26800 ======================================== 19|To the mighty Creator, in this his full-levelled 19|land. 19|Then the great spirit of the North began this song:-- 19|"Let us now go forth unto a new world, 19|The fairest, fairest, fairest of all worlds, 19|The fairest that the sun doth ever shine upon? 19|Let us go forth toward a new home, 19|The fairest, fairest, fairest of all homes. 19|"For we adore, O Father, thee with awe 19|All our days. 19|Let us do thy will. 19|Let us go forth through life, 19|The fairest, fairest, fairest of all ways. 19|Let us go, O God of wonders! 19|Let us go, O world, 19|The fairest, fairest, fairest of all ways." 19|They were the chosen of God, the elect, 19|The chosen of their Maker, and they went 19|Before him, by his bidding led, 19|Toward a fairer, calmer, holier home, 19|Unto the gate of peace and love and faith, 19|And peace, and love, and faith, and holy joy. 19|They came to him, and they went before 19|The mighty King; and ever he guided 19|Their steps aright, and straight to peace and love 19|Their steps directed. 19|And the great Spirit, 19|Bidding them follow, said: "Follow after me, 19|The ways of men are many, ye are but few. 19|Follow ye me now; for my love is great, 19|And ye would feed my sheep." 19|And the good Spirit, 19|Bidding them stay with him, said: "Stay with me, 19|My hand is near you, you are going far away 19|To a land of gold and frankincense and myrrh; 19|Stay with me till my work is done, 19|Ye would not wander from me." 19|And the faithful followers 19|Took their leave, and departed, 19|The sheep waiting by the door of the fold; 19|Ye cannot watch forever, ye know not when, 19|But I will give you every good thing that is mine 19|To be a stay to your woe. 19|Ye cannot pray forever. What boots it, pray, 19|When your hearts are weary with the woes of earth, 19|And the world's a waste of woes? 19|"O let me pray!" the prudent prayeth, 19|"I am going," saith it all to the ear of youth; 19|"My days are numbered; when they are almost gone, 19|I shall be dead, yea go out; yea I will be, 19|And you be what you must be; yea go, be what you are; 19|"But I will pray, and then you know 19|The poor heart's way, which were vain and idle were, 19|But that I can be what I must be, will I; 19|And I must die to-night." 19|Ye cannot pray forever. What boots it, pray, 19|When your hearts are weary with the woes of earth, 19|And the world's a waste of woes? 19|The mighty Lord of life spread out his pinions wide, 19|Prayed for many, and the weak implored his love; 19|But to the uttermost of all the host of heaven 19|Prayer was he not; he prayed for each one of you, 19|Prayed that your souls might be all purified 19|For the perfect hour, when you should be his own, 19|And his own, and one with you. 19|And the saints came forth like living lilies white, 19|Like living lilies white, with down they lay, 19|As they heard the Lord pray, 19|And the mighty Lord of life, spread out his pinions wide, 19|With a blessing on them all. 19|Then the poor ones bowed before him with their lashes black, 19|Bowed low before him, and the brethren brought him gifts, 19|And of all those gifts said he: "Take my heart in your 19|hands, and bless it for a sign to follow him." 19|And they fluttered their pinions as a flag is fluttering now, 19|Fluttered as a flag flutters when a battle's near; ======================================== SAMPLE 26810 ======================================== 3698|A noble, noble cause, I deem; 3698|'Twas done with worth; and if the woe 3698|That I am now of soul-torment 3698|And sad-pale melancholy speak, 3698|My duty I implore to say. 3698|A mighty, noble cause is mine. 3698|My heart so true it would not change; 3698|No, nor my courage, nor my friend, 3698|Nor ever I a sovereign lord 3698|Were thine, if thou hadst lived as true. 3698|And if by chance I think thee untrue, 3698|Oh might I ne'er to thee return! 3698|My life, my honour, I resign: 3698|'Tis not the fault that thou art here; 3698|I can but own to thee thy blemish 3698|Wilt bring no recompense o'er thee. 3698|To thee my heart and reason flow, 3698|Like flood-tide of the ocean brave, 3698|When, crown'd, the mighty monarch goes 3698|To war with all who'd bate his sway. 3698|I see thy spirit with my eyes. 3698|My spirit, that should never lie. 3698|And if in time my folly fail, 3698|Oh, leave me in a happier sphere, 3698|Where love I may and fortune see, 3698|And never know regret. 3698|O leave me there, for I have fear 3698|Of far-off skies that can be drear 3698|If thou have known Love's toils around. 3698|I've lived through storms, I can endure 3698|If thou canst die with all my love. 3698|I do not hope to change thy mind: 3698|I hope to make thee such a friend 3698|As we two can never more. 3698|He's no poet, he's not a pleb: 3698|He is no poet that will sing 3698|So rude a piece as this, I see. 3698|If it should happen that it rose, 3698|And you should take to it and say, 3698|"Is it written with pleasure, so 3698|It must still be called a song"? 3698|'Twere much the worse for this: I know 3698|It had a sound (the same as when 3698|Ladies sing) when you might say 3698|"It will endure through many an hour, 3698|It is the very best that goes. 3698|'Twere better still to say "She's fair," 3698|Than "He finds no fault, and wishes none," 3698|Since then, if it should do, I know 3698|You could not better suit the ear. 3698|He's no poet, he's no pleb: 3698|He is no poet that will sing 3698|So rude a piece as this, I see. 3698|So long as people look on you 3698|And think you are of their kind, 3698|Your praise will go upon the wing, 3698|'Till you become the very best 3698|That e'er was made to-day. 3698|The first book that I began was _A Midsummer Night's Dream_,-- 3698|And though I never saw the sequel, I own that, while 3698|I can relate it, I am fairly convinced 3698|That I could never have read it half as much 3698|If I had seen both books at once. 3698|As for fairy lands, you never have found 3698|A world full of them enough, my little man, 3698|To make you think that you could make your bed 3698|There in your mother's lap, and be content 3698|To be so soft. There's Mother Goose's,-- 3698|The German,--and how she called the place "Froedererlied." 3698|My own opinion of fairy-lands would be 3698|As narrow as the cellar of my room; 3698|And I have met most people, who thought themselves 3698|In going to a hapless countryward, 3698|Who turned instead a hornet's horn, and died. 3698|As for you, good mother, they would not give 3698|You half so many balls ======================================== SAMPLE 26820 ======================================== 12242|A word is worth a thousand sounds, 12242|And one half a great poet's rhyme. 12242|A word is worth a thousand sounds, 12242|We hear them in the evening breeze; 12242|A word is worth a thousand cheers, 12242|And one half a great poet's rhymes. 12242|We hear them in the nightingale; 12242|No great poet wrote them all; 12242|But there's a sound that never tires, 12242|That's worth a thousand words alone. 12242|The sun will set, the day will dawn, 12242|The glistening waters shall return, 12242|When Cincinnatus begins the rhyme 12242|With 'The night is gone, 12242|With night, and darkness, and the dawn; 12242|And I, with dreams, will come to you, 12242|I will return from over there 12242|To make yet more glorious dawns 12242|For you and all fine beginnings. 12242|I'll return as night departs, 12242|With night and darkness, dawn, and light; 12242|I will return to make and mar, 12242|And I will bring you all that's great... 12242|'T is time to go to bed, 12242|The morning wind is chilly, 12242|The earth lies still, 12242|All nature seems reposing, 12242|One little shifting moon is glancing 12242|Upon the ceiling overhead. 12242|There's a moon that's hung in deux and one 12242|That's hung in thrift, 12242|A fortune-haunted fate 12242|That never tires. 12242|I will undo the clasp 12242|Of a bonnet that is hung behind, 12242|A strait, strait fitting hat, 12242|A collar that is rolled 12242|In a manner quite unlike, 12242|A long-sleeved shirt, 12242|And the like. 12242|I will unloose the gingham 12242|That's rolled about my throat, 12242|The cravat and the muslin's down to my throat, 12242|I'll unloose the collar too, 12242|And loose the heavy bag from my shoulder, 12242|And let my foot freely 12242|Show how soft the surface is, 12242|And how white the grass. 12242|I will unfold his picture, 12242|The portrait I do mean, 12242|And let the shadows run: 12242|How pretty 'tis in print 12242|To come as a story, 12242|As I did in verse. 12242|I will reveal his music, 12242|By which he lived and breathed, 12242|His air, his thought, his humor 12242|In conversation, too. 12242|'T is very curious when he spoke, 12242|To hear his utterance ere begun, 12242|For nothing is so prepared 12242|For utterance so divine; 12242|It is as great a wonder 12242|When death has touched his fingers 12242|That he never had a word to utter, 12242|For it is almost death 12242|To have him utter a word 12242|So powerful and complete. 12242|My soul is going 12242|The maddest, strangest way 12242|To take the strangest stairs 12242|You ever took! 12242|It's a weird road, 12242|A strange road, 12242|I'm an aerial wreck, 12242|And the strangest thing 12242|In the world beside 12242|Is, when I'm about 12242|I can't help but laugh; 12242|Or I shake, 12242|As I cross that line, 12242|A pretty sprightly turn 12242|I get when things go ill. 12242|I'm a spender of crumbs, 12242|Bites of flesh and flowers, 12242|Sipping cool milk while I eat 12242|Sweet dreams in my own nest; 12242|And now and then I'm a miser 12242|Of thoughts that are sinking fast 12242|And of all things sad. 12242|I've a wonderful, wonderful thing 12242|I owe to the power of a friend! 12242|That friend is ======================================== SAMPLE 26830 ======================================== 4331|And then, 4331|At last, a little, quiet, greeny-colored 4331|Whelming itself with tiny, quiet cups 4331|Brimmed with dew. 4331|What does it mean? 4331|I know. 4331|A little bird 4331|Has fluted into a little grave. 4331|In this little grave 4331|Came some old woman, 4331|Shy and afraid. 4331|I could not tell you more about it. 4331|Only, how should you know 4331|Why the leaves are so ready to fall 4331|And the dandelions to spread out their wings, 4331|How should you know 4331|But that something must know. 4331|It is so sweet, after dark, 4331|And the stars are so beautiful. 4331|The wind is so cold and the leaves are so long. 4331|I wish the sun still could go on. 4331|A little bird flutes along 4331|His way over the dark green fields 4331|In a song. 4331|Who knows what is behind the clouds 4331|Out there in the dark? 4331|Out in some deserted field 4331|Shall you get your own! 4331|How beautiful is the sky! 4331|And how the night is so beautiful and silent 4331|And the earth so beautiful and silent 4331|And everything's quiet in the forest, 4331|You need not turn about. 4331|And yet the night is still and silent; 4331|Why, the moon's a dull gray stone; 4331|Even the stars that shine in the heaven are more beautiful 4331|Than this beautiful sky. 4331|Who knows what's in the ground? 4331|What is so fragile and frail? 4331|What is so good to leave behind? 4331|In the forest the butterflies are so wonderful and shy 4331|The flowers are so brave and the birds are so beautiful 4331|That they need not fear the dark and the wind and the rain. 4331|The dew is so precious that it might cover all the earth. 4331|What is so fine and fine and fine 4331|In the sky? 4331|Ah, but in the land 4331|The sun is gold and the moon is the brightest, 4331|And they shine so that it's very hard to see. 4331|But in the forest you cannot see them at all, 4331|And in the woods there's nothing very far away. 4331|Ah, the beautiful night! 4331|I know the stars, I know the sky! 4331|Evening is fine to sit still, 4331|And watch the stars all go away 4331|And leave you still to watch and dream 4331|Over and over again. 4331|My heart is like an old worn out tambourine 4331|Underneath the blue leaf, 4331|Every now and then, the birds come into the green wood 4331|To play with the old tears. 4331|When is the last time that you found my old tambourine, 4331|Underneath the blue leaf? 4331|Somebody held it closely held it in my hand, 4331|My little beautiful tambourine. 4331|There weren't any tears in my old tambourine. 4331|Someone held it tight, and no one else could hold it, 4331|My little beautiful tambourine. 4331|I am only a wandering flute-note 4331|Fairy-wind, fairy-hand, 4331|Fairy-string, fairy-string 4331|Poured and perfumed from the far west 4331|In the light of your burning sun 4331|Fairy-strings to you I send 4331|Mingled with the strings of your sword 4331|And the long sword hilt of your hand. 4331|I am only a wizened flute-note 4331|Fairy-wind, fairy-hand. 4331|I sit in the shadow of your place, 4331|That is far away from you, 4331|Waiting, waiting, to hear the new songs that you blow 4331|Warm from out the new moonlight. 4331|For I would give away all the new things that I have 4331|To ======================================== SAMPLE 26840 ======================================== 35227|And the white moon was white as her breasts, 35227|And a woman sang in the garden long ago, 35227|And the flowers were all in a sad set bloom: 35227|And she sang of her life and the death of the man 35227|Who was born among the stars in the wild flower sleep, 35227|And the night of the man with the white moon on his breast. 35227|Oh, the long white road that's white with snow! 35227|And the white road that's white with snow! 35227|The wind is white with white sheets of snow, 35227|And the little white road on the hill. 35227|I see, I see the white road go, 35227|Away o'er the snow, a white road go! 35227|To the white road, white road, white road! 35227|And far away, like an angel's song, 35227|Floats away, like an angel's song, 35227|The song of an old love, the song of an old love! 35227|How white the snow in the wind's wrath; 35227|How white the snow on the white road to the house, 35227|Floating and drifting, 35227|So deep and white! 35227|But the old love was white in the wind's wrath, 35227|And white when the snow on the white road lay 35227|In his heart's anger, 35227|And white when he took her in his heart, 35227|And the pale white sheets of snow under 35227|Her feet under, 35227|And kissed her mouth, and kissed her hair, 35227|So tender, kiss her hair so red, 35227|As love to love! 35227|When the wind was cold, 35227|When the sun was hot, 35227|And the white snow lay 35227|About the way, and the ways were so white; 35227|I met her on the way when the wind was cold, 35227|And she said, "I am white to the moon and wind, 35227|And long alone in the snow." 35227|She took a white flower from her hair; 35227|It was a long sweet flower, it was a red flower, 35227|All white as the sea; 35227|It was kissed by the sun as she took it, 35227|And kissed by the wind after: 35227|She looked across the way as he went, 35227|And she said, "I am white to the sky, 35227|And long alone in the snow." 35227|But a white star kissed her on her mouth 35227|And a white flower under her feet, 35227|And her heart stood still and it was long and sweet, 35227|As she sang upon the way, 35227|And she said, "I am white to the sea, 35227|To my lonely house, for I cannot weep!" 35227|Then she whispered into his ear, "My eyes, 35227|They seem as eyes of a woman; 35227|They seem as thoughts as dreams. 35227|"As though I saw my life in the white snow, 35227|And felt myself as the sea, 35227|That I was ever alone." 35227|What if I should come again, 35227|The white snow-white, the white-white snow-white 35227|Come softly riding in, 35227|With little white flower in your hair, 35227|And her white lips to kiss? 35227|White snow-white flower! 35227|Ah, then your heart is cold as snow. 35227|_And then he kissed her softly on the mouth, 35227|And his kisses were only red, 35227|And her white mouth to kiss!_ 35227|But when he has made her white and red, 35227|He said, "I have made her white and white, 35227|And, sweet in the wind and the snow, 35227|And my arms in the white snow-white snow, 35227|I stand with my face to the Sun; 35227|But how you will, O Sun, 35227|How will you make me love you?" 35227|And she said, "To love you is to know, 35227|And I know how to know! 35227|"I know that the Earth is a beautiful flower, 35227|And the Sun is a beautiful star, ======================================== SAMPLE 26850 ======================================== 37751|Thy great Lord and Master. The stars 37751|And all the world of things were mute, 37751|All, mute, in my rapt thought when first 37751|My feet were enfranchised, enwrapt 37751|In that unearthly joy I knew 37751|When my soul, the sun's, had found in thee. 37751|And like a vision in a dream, 37751|Which some man's flesh, with lust or sin 37751|Sins corrupting, is to souls unborn, 37751|So that it doth their life make pale, 37751|So was it to me when all was gone 37751|Of my life's worth, and my eyes were dim; 37751|And like a vision in a dream, 37751|Which some man's heart, full of pride and greed, 37751|Whispers to its soul through all the years, 37751|Gave me the spirit to possess. 37751|I was proud, I said to myself, 37751|When as you shall be grown to be 37751|More than the world could give to all; 37751|I'll do what I to do should be. 37751|I was proud, and said to myself, 37751|When as I should have the power 37751|To do a mighty thing my will 37751|Was with the earth, not with her will. 37751|I was proud, and said to myself, 37751|When as your soul and mine were new, 37751|You had a choice between the two, 37751|To love with love that came to you, 37751|Or with a heart which yet was new. 37751|I was proud, and said to myself, 37751|When as the years had taken one 37751|Soul from both, my soul was only one 37751|With yours, and could not lie down with you. 37751|I was proud, and said to myself, 37751|When as my mind and soul were one, 37751|You and your soul could lie down with mine. 37751|I was proud, and said to myself, 37751|When as twain souls might lie down there, 37751|So bitter is the grief that dies, 37751|So sweet is love, when two are one. 37751|And when I turned my head, and saw 37751|The darkness and the awful day, 37751|Did I not say to myself, 'Now, 37751|I have not told you half my love.' 37751|I have not told you half my love? 37751|What should I have told you? The rest I 37751|Must tell to those I did not love. 37751|I have not told you half my love? 37751|Not half yet; what half now? The rest is here, 37751|Not half in heaven for all men's eyes. 37751|I do not seem to follow this, 37751|Do you? You do not think I mean 37751|I am ashamed of such a hope? 37751|Nay, you are not very wise, or fair? 37751|I thought I could not, God knows; 37751|I thought I could not. But you see 37751|That half is here, and lying yet; 37751|And that the earth's half is here, and lies 37751|The heaven's half, and all heaven's works. 37751|Is all heaven's soul, then? You do not know it, 37751|But you do know God knows, and will know it, 37751|And who will ever know what half is here 37751|Or here or there, when there is naught there, 37751|Naught, naught, or heaven's half, is not here, 37751|Not half yet, not half yet, when we lie 37751|In death, in death, in death. 37751|You lie alone, and with a sigh 37751|Of anguish come to where the day dawns 37751|And hear old voices, and behold 37751|Old men and prophets. 37751|You lie alone, and with a sigh 37751|Of anguish, go on to the home of rest, 37751|And from afar be washed by the wave 37751|Of God's mercy. 37751|All night I lay, and dreamed 37751|Of your white hair across my heart: 37751|Of the ======================================== SAMPLE 26860 ======================================== 2732|The lads was aye drunk, 2732|And niver a doubt was there 2732|But they'd been daft. 2732|And aye they had wot wot they should do, 2732|It's aye the rules they did cheat us, 2732|And it's aye the lads they did cheat us, 2732|And aye the clark they did cheat us-- 2732|"We couldna keep," she says, "them lads a-fuss." 2732|Now there's a child at play 2732|And it's daft, I wad say, 2732|If it was auld it wad be; 2732|For he has got a heart of brass, 2732|And it wad be a pity, I dink, 2732|That auld man hadna got a heart of brass. 2732|But he has a lad that he likes, 2732|And it's aye better to mind the watch, 2732|If it's auld--"I'll wait here," she says, 2732|And her eyes are a' too saut about da. 2732|O she's a bonny wee gal, 2732|But she's a lassie, 2732|It's daft, I wull say, to think 2732|A bonny wee thing can drudge like a lass. 2732|Niver the girtest, 2732|And there's a' things can she do 2732|That auld man canna do 2732|For the time that maun hae passed. 2732|I canna hae na't, it seems, 2732|For a' the cares an' annoys 2732|That I can have o' my dear lassie. 2732|But, by thy face, my dear, 2732|Thou is a joy and a pleasure, 2732|A blessing and a joy to me. 2732|And now at the door, 2732|I'm thy bairn, thy little child, 2732|Wha for aye lives in a world o' ease. 2732|The house is on fire, O, 2732|And burning fast, O; 2732|The fireman, a poor reckless wight, 2732|Can do nought but tickle and caress. 2732|But, dear, I'm proud to be 2732|A self-employed, independent Scotsman, 2732|And--the poor man's gaun to die! 2732|Then, O, be faithful, be true, 2732|And not to-morrow depart; 2732|Nor e'er be cheated again; 2732|Remembering still, you're not alone. 2732|If you should chance to be caught at Something, 2732|By some sly, sly, subtle crafty wight, 2732|O, that night you will surely repent 2732|Of your foolish, foolish, foolish act. 2732|If you should end in the shop to-day, 2732|When none were near to notice you, 2732|O, that night you will surely repent 2732|That you went to so much trouble to flee. 2732|O, then, be faithful, be true, 2732|And if you should be betrayed, O, repent; 2732|And, as the story I gather from lore, 2732|Don't despair, repent, and get you on. 2732|I've heard a tale I can't tell you: 2732|So dark, in one word, so droll, 2732|I must not show it to you, 2732|Or you'll weep for the sake of me. 2732|As a child I loved to see you in dress 2732|Carry water on your head, 2732|Or sit upon a table drinking tea, 2732|In silk and lace. 2732|I watched you with my childish eye, 2732|I loved you, and I kissed you, 2732|And wished that the sea could cry with me, 2732|Or the moon make answer. 2732|Well, you have grown into your time, 2732|I see no reason why 2732|I should ever, all my days, forget 2732|Your beauty, your tender grace. 2732|Yet, can I ever my lips refrain 2732|From wishing--what I ======================================== SAMPLE 26870 ======================================== 5185|To thy heart's black depths I come. 5185|Come to me, thou wretched frost, 5185|Come to me, thou fire, thaw-worm, 5185|Sink thyself to my warmth, 5185|I shall make thee rich in frost, 5185|I shall give thee more than this, 5185|If thou wilt but give thyself, 5185|And my magic will convert thee, 5185|Into fire or fire-worm 5185|Into some other common form. 5185|"Dost thou know the heart of Suomi? 5185|There thy house is warmest, youngest, 5185|There is shelter everywhere, 5185|On the bench, upon the floor, 5185|In the cozening, coverlet, 5185|In the rafters of thy dwelling, 5185|In the garret, assembly-room, 5185|In the castle-dungeon's corridors. 5185|"If thou knowest the hearts of heroes, 5185|Thou the one who built his burg, 5185|Thou the one who brought the wisdom, 5185|Come to know the hearts of heroes, 5185|Ere the words I spake be uttered, 5185|Ere the fire was kindled, 5185|Ere the words were forged in iron, 5185|Ere by magic wrought or wrought in magic; 5185|If thou knowest the secrets of Tampe, 5185|Come thou hither to me, Suomi, 5185|Know the meanings of the Saxons, 5185|Tell the secrets of thy people, 5185|What their customs, and traditions, 5185|Come thou hither to me, Suomi, 5185|Little need to speak alone, 5185|I can tell thee of the Tamms-of-war, 5185|Of their long and dreary winters, 5185|Speak in order all my corn-reapers, 5185|Know the meanings of the corn-husks, 5185|Speak the words of caution and wisdom; 5185|I can tell thee thecrops planted 5185|By the white-skins of the Finns, 5185|When the frost prevailed most severe, 5185|And when they grew the fastest. 5185|If thou knowest the secrets of Hari, 5185|Come thou hither to me, Suomi, 5185|Little need to speak alone, 5185|I can tell thee the Croisachias, 5185|Speaks the language of the Farther, 5185|When the months and seasons shortest, 5185|Answer me in shortest time-table, 5185|How the Swallow needed best of sewing; 5185|I can tell the needs of Pelleruna 5185|And the Marchadonaans, too, 5185|When their fish were most abundant. 5185|If thou knowest the secrets of Vaeinoelae, 5185|Speak O thou ancient Wainamoinen, 5185|Come and learn the mysteries of dancing, 5185|Tell the secrets of the Fissahoi, 5185|How to sew the bonnets blue and scarlet 5185|On the shoulders of thy maidens, 5185|On the braid-gloves of thy dames, 5185|On the purple ribands of purple. 5185|"Do not speak, O ancient Wainamoinen, 5185|Do not walk, O thou enchanter, 5185|Sewing never more the mouths of strangers, 5185|Ever sew the Maida sampler seams, 5185|Sew the blue-sleeved shirts of strangers, 5185|Never more canst thou the work undertake 5185|Where thy master and thy mother hath told thee 5185|That the Fissahoi shall be working, 5185|Sew the blue-sleeved shirts of strangers, 5185|Never more canst thou the work undertake." 5185|On the floor a baby sat playing, 5185|As they wandered further, farther, fools, 5185|Till they reached a meadow covered 5185|With straw and trees of different colors; 5185|There they took their ease that winter, 5185|There prepared a populous country, 5185|Sewed the brightest silks for ladies, 5185|Made the loom of longest fibers, 5185| ======================================== SAMPLE 26880 ======================================== 19221|And with the last of all the year, 19221|While yet the leaves do fall and fall 19221|In this autumnal company. 19221|I hear the crowing cock-- 19221|Cock, cock, cock! 19221|And the lambs are in the fold 19221|And the fox his long lost fang 19221|Has found again, and is fed. 19221|Merry is the life I lead, 19221|Merry are the friends I keep, 19221|My bonny hens, and blue brook-hen, 19221|And my plump fresh-pulled beechen pear. 19221|The little birds in quire 19221|Sing merrily their sweetest song, 19221|And the bees in rhythmical rhymes 19221|Give to my blooming orchard fields 19221|Humours without end. 19221|But who would have the dozen, 19221|Or thirty fairies, 19221|Who love the flower of youth 19221|And live in a wood, 19221|And wander, in perpetual jest, 19221|The fairy-parlour at night? 19221|For with their ceaseless noise 19221|Faint are the distant hum 19221|Of waking worlds, and far beyond 19221|Spirits' woodland dances. 19221|And when the golden moon 19221|Sailed from star to star 19221|On the blue distant ocean of air; 19221|And the light of maiden's eyes 19221|Flashed on young-bold Adonis' brow, 19221|And his proud breast, 19221|His woman's breast, 19221|He would not have the dozen 19221|Or thirty fairy-nymphs, 19221|Who live in a wood, 19221|Who wander, in perpetual jest, 19221|The fairy-parlour at night? 19221|For with their ceaseless noise 19221|Faint are the distant hills 19221|And far beyond 19221|Spirits' woodland dances. 19221|Sweet is the life I lead, 19221|Merry are the friends I keep, 19221|My bonny hens, and blue brook-hen, 19221|And my plump fresh-pulled beechen pear. 19221|"Thou art not as the wind, 19221|Or as the wave, 19221|Thou art not as the grass, 19221|Or as the sheen; 19221|Though thou look on frail nature, 19221|It is but the same 19221|As when thou wilt from the garden 19221|Come with strong bough, 19221|Making all night bright 19221|And shelter thee from the cold. 19221|Sweet is the life I lead, 19221|Merry are the friends I keep, 19221|I bring thee the Eclogue of my life!" 19221|Such were the concluding strains of Gay's epical sonnet. 19221|He who loves a rosy cheek 19221|And a blue eye, 19221|And has never, never a true kiss 19221|From a rosy cheek, 19221|He shall surely die of the love of none but Gay. 19221|Love not me for comely grace, 19221|For my looks are good, 19221|Nor for my lips which always speak 19221|The true vintage: 19221|For my face is fairer far, 19221|And my heart more divine; 19221|Love not me for comely grace, 19221|Nor for my looks, 19221|Nor for my lips which always speak 19221|The true vintage: 19221|Love not me for my deep ray of vision, 19221|That through the starlight sleep, 19221|Or a vision to my spirit's eyes unkind; 19221|For a deep heart beateth within mine own, 19221|And the world's sense is of me dead and cold-- 19221|Not one soul but holds me in his heart, 19221|And in his eyes I die. 19221|In the summer-time I remember, 19221|Lovely and young, 19221|A fairy friend as fair as a child's friend, 19221|In whose eyes 19221|My summer times were long 19221|With wild delight; 19221|On him in ======================================== SAMPLE 26890 ======================================== 30332|"And yet thou know'st 30332|That thou hast heard the story through, 30332|And seen the end, and the thing wrought 30332|By those fair men who wrought before. 30332|Ye who have read thy Book of Gold, 30332|Ye who have seen those golden walls 30332|Before we came to this our hall, 30332|Know what these tales may be. 30332|"O noble Lord of Fames and Powers, 30332|Whose name shall be a wonder e'er, 30332|And whose glory now shall be 30332|More than our own is now; 30332|O thou whom Priam loved and served, 30332|Whose life is far from empty fame, 30332|That thou again our king may serve, 30332|Hear once again my tale of sorrow, 30332|And let my mind be still." 30332|Therewith the Lady turned away 30332|And through the golden court did pass, 30332|To meet her knights returning home, 30332|When suddenly she crossed afresh 30332|A little in her flight, 30332|Not sure of where she was before, 30332|Unable to look in one place 30332|Nor Kador in another, 30332|Nor to her eyes to see his face, 30332|Nor to her ears his voice. 30332|Ah, she might have looked and been glad 30332|And cried, and been as many there-- 30332|But ah, and would not have been 30332|A child in sorrow made sweet 30332|By gentle care at last? 30332|Yet when her heart had once more 30332|Gathered strength to see again her lord, 30332|Again with soul and tongue alone 30332|Would she go forth through all she knew,-- 30332|Then like a child, she passed aside 30332|The ancient arch that made it hard, 30332|And down the court she found her way 30332|By many a slender footfall called 30332|That took her breath away. 30332|And slowly through the dusky wood 30332|The lady strode, and passed between 30332|The drowsy heather and the green, 30332|Until 'twas reach of turn of ground, 30332|And there her eyes she lifted slow 30332|And then her face they lifted higher, 30332|And still she looked and moved not, 30332|Though round about her loved the sun 30332|Shot out his little beams. 30332|For here and there the trees did grow 30332|In green and gory spots, where now 30332|Bare walls of brambles lay aside, 30332|And heather bloom and leafy braid, 30332|And all the earth did seem 30332|Like some old ruin that the earth 30332|Had built with hands unknown and strong 30332|About its knees, before our first 30332|New, careless-born world did win 30332|Its peace of hand from forth the sun, 30332|Before the gods did gain 30332|Their wisdom from men's hearts with age. 30332|For many a tree there was 30332|That the way of human feet 30332|Had never touched with golden feet. 30332|And now she stopped and looked again, 30332|And now she looked through leafy eyes 30332|Through which she seemed to look around 30332|Along the garden green, 30332|And on her hand her arm she laid, 30332|And o'er her brow she looked, and on 30332|Her face the light from her eyes, 30332|And over all the garden's green 30332|She seemed to say:-- 30332|"Yea, there shall come again to me 30332|Youth, and the beauty of the dawn, 30332|Youth, and delight of happy earth." 30332|And in her hand she held a flower, 30332|And she looked at the Lady fair, 30332|And her blue eyes looked at him, 30332|And as he looked at her her face 30332|Did change from bright to darker red, 30332|And from her hand the flower she took 30332|Whereof the Lady looked at him 30332|And turned it from the lady fair, 30332|And laid it down at her feet; 30332|And he saw it in ======================================== SAMPLE 26900 ======================================== 2558|Is never weary o'er the lonesome hill! 2558|He loves, yet ne'er had loved before. 2558|When we were boys, he often play'd the flute; 2558|He talk'd of things without number,--for he knew 2558|They were immortal! That was why my heart was bound. 2558|He fondled me, he kiss'd me, fondled me, never heth 2558|His fingers or his lips were able to be naught, 2558|While I had music in my ears. 2558|For years, in the moonlight, he played on his flute, 2558|And I and all his sisters knew it too well, 2558|Till many friends in the world seemed to leave us for him and for me. 2558|And, while we laughed, and scoffed at their folly, 2558|He was a man of true heart and soul, 2558|And, from the earth to the Heavens a god, 2558|We would go no more. 2558|For a god's an idolater on earth, 2558|'Twas we that made him. He is gone. 2558|There is not one in a million,-- 2558|I said--a million of my kind. 2558|And so, in the moonlight, I often see, 2558|The dead in my arms, in the moonlight, sleeping deep: 2558|The gods, the gods are to me but lightly loved, 2558|That god the other's soul does to mine. 2558|There was a sound of music in the night, 2558|And it was the sound of voices,-- 2558|A voice that call'd me from the west-- 2558|And it was the gentle voice of Mary, Mary, sweet, 2558|Calling on the world for me! 2558|And I look'd out and saw the stars, and the heaven and the blue, 2558|And the moon,--and they were full in view; 2558|And the stars, like wings upon her, floated toward the west,-- 2558|I look'd out and saw them rise, and soar, and climb. 2558|Then I knew the world was waiting for me, Mary, my dear, 2558|But I know'd not yet that it is late; 2558|The world is tired and cares not awhile for me, Mary, my dear; 2558|To-night it is all for me,--it all! 2558|The earth in its autumn green, 2558|The clouds in their deep attire, 2558|The sky the most beautiful sight 2558|That ever was seen to be! 2558|And I look'd out, and as I look'd, 2558|The stars were full in view: 2558|And I felt so happy. 2558|How long the day and what the night, 2558|Had not been told my father; 2558|Or, having known it, he was sad; 2558|And I, not to tell him, flew, 2558|And hid in the hedges from sun to sun, and play'd by the sea. 2558|And the wild winds and the wild tide 2558|Are beating for me, too; 2558|And the wild storms will be the winds for me, 2558|As I, when I am gone, to spring and I shall be, in a tomb! 2558|For my heart, too, is in the sea; 2558|I will not think of home, in my grave, of all that is gone! 2558|But I'll come back, when the clouds are dark, 2558|And the stormy tempests are loud, 2558|And the storm will have me sinking when I am there, I know! 2558|And I'll lie along the rocky shore, 2558|Where the surf a-boiling is, 2558|Where the wild, laughing, singing wave 2558|Makes a cave for water-nymphs to rest their head in. 2558|Then I'll wake, and, with a wild delight, 2558|I'll sing along the foam, 2558|And laugh, and sing, and murmur, as I go 2558|Through the wild wild waves of song. 2558|But the wind is against me,--a wind 2558|That wails for my woe; 2558|And the waves are ======================================== SAMPLE 26910 ======================================== 38566|the early poetical sense of _wis_. The phrase, to _wit_, appears not till about 38566|about half the age of this poem. Some writers, especially in Latin 38566|many of them very obscure.] 38566|of the same name.] 38566|Sevocatrix, who is made to mourn for the death of her loved Sif. 38566|in his _Istrian Works_:-- 38566|Quid quod fuit secum fata, Phoenicoe, 38566|Cernere, nomen, quam parce mille hedera. 38566|in a note, quoted by Mr. Wordsworth:]-- 38566|And, now I muse, wilt thou do to me, 38566|Quid nisi securus per fugiens, 38566|Hoc nisi securus perdidit, 38566|A, quom omnisceretur? 38566|which gives another reading of st. 8 of this Canto. 38566|the Latin text of St. 9, after the line:-- 38566|Dulce est: non est: non est: non est: non est; 38566|(Parva libros) ipsa loquuntur. 38566|In the text at this stanza nothing is said about the person or 38566|the state of the dead, but it is said in a personal tone, like 38566|the following, for example;-- 38566|Lilia sed, deinde anima, robur, 38566|Hoc arte si nota sibi videri, 38566|Et sic potuit reor, precor! 38566|and we will interpret this to mean 'The dead are not to move 38566|from their houses, but may not do so without the consent of 38566|the persons who were their neighbors;'-- 38566|Nam casibus quies, nemo bibat ipse 38566|Dulce velut in me parboante. 38566|This is to be read in the sense of a 'dear friend' or a 'dear 38566|man,'--a 'friend of the living (of whom')--'a dear man'--'another 38566|man's friend'--'another man's relative'--'another's relation'--'another 38566|in common bonds'--'the dead one's kin,'--'another dead man's 38566|relation,'--'another dead man's father,' etc.;'--'another 38566|living friend'--'a friend of the deceased,' etc.;'--'another 38566|man's brother'--'another brother's relative'--'another dead man's 38566|relation'--'another dead man's friend'--'another dead man's 38566|relation'--'another dead man's father,' etc.;'--'another 38566|living friend'--'a friend of the deceased,' etc.;'--'another 38566|living friend'--'a living friend of the deceased,' etc.;' to 38566|come back to the same conclusion if the dead could be identified in 38566|their living condition.' Thus, however, the 'dead friend of the 38566|'living, and therefore not a brother, son, grandson, grandson's 38566|brother, or relative's son.' It is to be inferred here from 38566|the text that the persons referred to are all related by 38566|allegiance or paternal or paternal relation--that is, by a 38566|poetical title, by title descent, or by title descent.'] 38566|the dead, but a distant relative:-- 38566|Et si non si sonantur, semper plurimae 38566|Vitali animi, semper luxi generis. 38566|So in this passage it is quite clearly the 'dear friend' of the 38566|'sons and grandsons, and grandsons,' etc.--either son 38566|or grandsons of the poet itself,--that is, by titles or 38566|title or title descent, or by title or title descent;'-- 38566|Et si non si sonantur semper luce genarum. 38566|the dead are relative to each other,--the dead one's sires and 38566|s grandmothers are named--again, that is, by titles or 38566|title or title ======================================== SAMPLE 26920 ======================================== 34752|The "Blessed Family," the family blessed with great intent. 34752|And they, like Christ, 34752|Bought this day their portion with the Holy Child of Mary. 34752|This was a day of joy to our Saviour; for He had sent 34752|His blessed Angel to the helpless, this day to comfort and guide. 34752|From the clouds of heaven His glorious name they re-lit to shine. 34752|O the wondrous glory! The glory of God! Oh, how fair 34752|This wonderful day! O'er Him it looks, the Lord of life, 34752|The Saviour! He did this miracle, a holy miracle, 34752|A miracle of wondrous grace, from His own soul to be. 34752|He is the true Light-bearer, the messenger of his glory; 34752|He takes these people from all sorrows, and soothes their heart, 34752|In the name of Jesus Christ, a holy message, a holy 34752|Messenger of peace, and love, and strength to all the earth. 34752|Oh, the beautiful song of "The First Ten Days," by the Artist's will! 34752|"It is a little thing," said the artist, "the meaning of 34752|this dear little rhyme." 34752|"But do you think it does much," the child asked. 34752|"The meaning of these rhyming rhymes, little child," said the 34752|"It does much," he answered. 34752|"Now how are you?" inquired the little girl. 34752|"All right," said the artist, while she set him to the work. 34752|"Why do you smile?" he inquired. 34752|"Why do you laugh?" inquired the child. 34752|"Why don't you come?" inquired the artist. 34752|"I cannot come; for I'm a very little Girl, and I feel so 34752|"Thank you kindly," said the artist. 34752|"Don't say you can't come; I can't bring you anywhere," 34752|says the sweet melody in "The First Ten Days." 34752|"I won't go, dear," said my dear one; 34752|"And why? because I don't trust my eyes." 34752|"Then tell me the reason why," 34752|Said my dear one; "I should fear to go? 34752|Then why did you tell me not to go?" 34752|"Because, dear Love, I'm afraid 34752|She will go. You don't look so small." 34752|"Dear Love, I wish I could tell you why; 34752|But I won't do it, for my words would be too sore. 34752|I told you I should go, in hopes, you'd forget to leave, 34752|And that might not be." 34752|"Yet you will stay," said my precious love. 34752|"But why? Why, because I've got no chance to lose." 34752|"No, Love, it isn't a chance, but my promise's true." 34752|"But then you won't?" said my dear one. 34752|"Nay, you've had a lot 34752|Of life without a chance to do without you." 34752|"Dear Love, I'll tell you how to tell; 34752|If you can't tell, it means that you're mistaken, you're right." 34752|Then there's a song, 34752|Of the First Ten Days 34752|Which all children should know. 34752|It can cheer them, 34752|After the day of gloom. 34752|It can tell of the strength 34752|Which follows after pain. 34752|And every day 34752|Grows more noble 34752|When it comes to comfort. 34752|It can teach them how vain 34752|Is the grief they feel, 34752|How precious life is, 34752|And how God can make it. 34752|'Tis a story we never can hear without shuddering, 34752|When angels talk to us; 34752|'Tis a part of our nature 34752|To feel a part of the whole; 34752|'Tis a part of our nature 34752|When children die 34752|Where are we then? 34752|The heavens, all blue, are there. 34752 ======================================== SAMPLE 26930 ======================================== 1728|for the men who were at hand and with him, and took counsel as a man 1728|should do. But the stranger, the only chief of those that were 1728|in the city, had come by the way of the well-mannered Pylian 1728|township, and was hurrying hither to settle things in the 1728|city. Thus had Odysseus found him ere he sought help in the 1728|wand. Farfare, the shepherd of the flock, went up with him 1728|after him, and found him afar off in the open; a great crowd 1728|of wooers was there, men and women, and they stood in close 1728|order round him and none could go before or aim at him as he 1728|was coming up. But the swineherd's son, godlike Telemachus, 1728|stood in the midst with the dear son of Pero; this was the 1728|first who came to his aid and raised him into the air. And 1728|all eyes beheld in the throng. 1728|'So as he raised Telemachus up, he cast the spindle on the 1728|ground, and bade a goodly fire to catch the smoke, and 1728|stirred it into the cloak. And presently he bade the young man 1728|to give it an end and to fold it about again. Now when he 1728|saw this, his tears flowed freely from his mournful eyes, his 1728|breast, his hands, and all his body; but he wept not at the 1728|bespattered garments, which were stained through with his 1728|breast. And the sage Eurymedusa said, how sweet to see the 1728|goodly cloak, that one might make and put it on him. So 1728|the lord of the household went from his house; and he came not 1728|back and with his dear son. 1728|'And the swineherd, a lord of men, was of a firm opinion 1728|that Telemachus was no more in the halls, and that the 1728|others might be content to abide here at their own place, 1728|for they were in pain, suffering heavy loss, with no man 1728|to take charge of them. And he deemed it hard and bitter to 1728|live without his house and his son, and to have sorrows 1728|uncheered on his own land. But the lord of the feast, 1728|the princely Odysseus, came and stood by his elder son, who 1728|sat at the other end of the table with his father, and 1728|Odysseus blessed him in his heart, saying: "Son, you are no 1728|in pain yourselves, but by the gods you are the fairest of a 1728|dear friend. Howsoever much of a fool you may be, do thou 1728|help to endure them and to live, lest you be sore in 1728|the hour of your death." 1728|'Thus he spake, and they both ate their fill and ceased from 1728|pouring out the wine on the fiery hearth; but the sound of 1728|the wine still went up from the brimming bowl, and the 1728|sorrowing mother wailed aloud in her heart. As when the 1728|shepherd Lamb going forth to pasture over the earth, his 1728|breast is strewn with lamb's feet, and his mane is spread out 1728|and dishevelled, or in the springtime he stands ready all 1728|ready, in that he has much to do, and the lord of the 1728|fair land bears him on his wings, the herdsman, and he goes 1728|to meet him, and his flock is nigh him in a golden 1728|salt hauberk, and the plaited mantle is spread for him. So 1728|again he went to meet his son, as when he has shown honour 1728|and great glory to the man that is lord of the feast." 1728|'So she wept out loud into the brimming bowl, but her son 1728|would not have yielded to her tears; but straightway the 1728|glorious-minded son of Laertes answered her and spake: 1728|'"Mother mine, of the old house of Odysseus, of the lineage ======================================== SAMPLE 26940 ======================================== 1304|When she that is so rich by trade, 1304|By gifts her beauty wins, 1304|Must all that is most fair 1304|By some strange magic be 1304|Transformed to fleshly clay? 1304|'Tis true she makes me see 1304|Her fairest features plain: 1304|My heart's delite I bear 1304|When she speaks; yet see! she seems 1304|Too fair, alas! to live! 1304|I must ask myself, Are 1304|Her outward looks and air 1304|So like that of my dear? 1304|O sweet and frail and fair 1304|Is she? and can she die, 1304|Whose life comes short to me? 1304|'Mid my heart's white milk, dry, 1304|And with hearts like stone, 1304|Will she be dry and dead 1304|When my dear is dead? 1304|'Tis not for thee alone 1304|To ask the gods in prayer, 1304|But thou must ask them now 1304|For there is one at hand. 1304|Thee every hour must bless; 1304|No favouring powers above 1304|Can make thee earthly bliss: 1304|But we a prayer must make, 1304|Before the calm sweet breeze 1304|Leads through the verdant trees 1304|The lily in its prime. 1304|Thee all this day must be 1304|The body of my love; 1304|And let the gentle breeze 1304|That passes o'er us blow 1304|The lily from the tree. 1304|'Twill please a star to shine 1304|A few brief hours alone, 1304|To let us go asleep 1304|Without our feet a-bed. 1304|'Twill please a star to show 1304|A flash of joys to all; 1304|Then let us go our way, 1304|And sleep in peace at last! 1304|'Twas in the spring of youth, 1304|A little lad should ride 1304|To fair or tournament: 1304|His horse and riders both 1304|Should act as fitted folk, 1304|And every thing be gay 1304|In that young lady's bower. 1304|The lily was asleep; 1304|The sun was low in heaven, 1304|But I could tell right well 1304|Before my time did break 1304|In looked at her; I cried, "She 1304|Tho' in her bloom should break, 1304|She keeps her promise, I trow!" 1304|She did her duty well; 1304|Was honour all her own; 1304|And all that I can say 1304|Shall be, though true as true, 1304|"I promised to obey, 1304|But now I will be there! 1304|Then stay," said I, "Till dawn, 1304|For day is dying fast." 1304|I'll tell you quickly where 1304|To go, and how to find 1304|Where she is living now. 1304|A year ago ere she 1304|Sitting in her bower was dead: 1304|And when she came to look around 1304|She found the darlings there. 1304|"No more shall I be looked for here 1304|The very flowers are weet, 1304|The very birds have ceased to sing, 1304|And all the daisied plain 1304|Is like a wedding-cake; 1304|"Oh, what will these poor daisy-strings, 1304|That wept on eer so long, 1304|For joy of springing sweet, when we 1304|Mane still on our errand go?" 1304|They've lost their pretty yellow-birds: 1304|They've lost their linnet-strings; 1304|But yet the daisy still abides 1304|With all her little sisters three 1304|When their sad fortunes are told. 1304|Down to the castle in the glen 1304|She came, to learn the way 1304|That man and maiden wend their way-- 1304|Where she had been left alone. 1304|And ever as she went she said, 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 26950 ======================================== 1365|Of such a night as this we never have seen. 1365|A mighty oak was there, of monstrous stature, 1365|And round its roots a snake was winding 1365|And in the branches close at hand 1365|Stood four young pomegranates, the brightest 1365|That ever bloomed in this sweet garden, 1365|And on the leaves about its roots 1365|Grape-trees of the highest grade, 1365|And sweet-brantled apple-trees, 1365|And pear-trees, and apple-trees, and plum-trees, 1365|And juniper and oak, and elm, and oak-tree, 1365|And elm-tree huge, and hickory, or hedge-hog 1365|With its dark moss on its boughs. 1365|The night was pitchy with fire, 1365|And all this green and quiet place, 1365|Save where some lone and shadowy rock 1365|Like some big moon in silence hung, 1365|Beneath, in the stillness, a solitary bird 1365|Shook very heavily, and sang most strangely. 1365|I have no words to tell 1365|The ecstasy of vision, 1365|The ecstasy of being!-- 1365|Alone in this small room, 1365|My thoughts went up and down, 1365|Like larks in the air, or butterflies in the grasses. 1365|Ah! the joy of knowing 1365|What you are not, 1365|Beyond your little sphere 1365|Of earthly life and love, 1365|So near to God in wonder and in love! 1365|Above the clouds it hovers 1365|Onyx and diamond, 1365|And the moon in the heavens 1365|Rests, to its great perfection, 1365|On the breast of the full-faced Summer. 1365|What is the thing I am not? 1365|A mountain, a river, 1365|A field, a forest, 1365|A sea, a city, 1365|A tower, a statue: 1365|Where can it lead me but to thee alone? 1365|A spirit that follows near, 1365|As an eagle nears its mate, 1365|And seeks to hide itself in its young, 1365|Forgetting the beauty of life, 1365|And dying not in it, although of an easy conquest; 1365|One with the rest of the living, pure, 1365|The joys of the sun, the glory of the moon, 1365|The voices of birds and bees, 1365|The murmur of children, the whisper of all gentle sounds! 1365|The wind is ever awake, 1365|The world is ever in motion, 1365|And ever I look on the golden streets, 1365|And always I hear the laughter of men. 1365|I see before me a fair world lying, 1365|Pale, languid, with the glow of purple grasses. 1365|The light is ever out, 1365|And ever I look on the pale gray walls 1365|Of the cities of the living, as they stand 1365|Girdled with purple, pierced with diamonds, 1365|The gleaming of their towers, their masts, 1365|The shining of their roofs of gold. 1365|The wind is ever awake, 1365|And ever I hear the wind's laughter, 1365|The jostling and the discord of men; 1365|All day long they shout in the early morn 1365|The joyous name of gold and silver coin, 1365|At night the stormy wind-tossed ships go sailing 1365|With silver and silver-headed men. 1365|The wind is ever awake, 1365|And ever I wander for ever 1365|In the world's wide wandering wandering, 1365|And every hour my heart grows fresh and glad, 1365|Because I see the purple fields lie still, 1365|The purple grasses, the little silver streams, 1365|And the pale lady with her silver hair! 1365|"Isabel," sighed the Master of Life, 1365|"Has you a friend or foe?"-- 1365|"The foe is a life that lies 1365|In the dark chambers of the soul 1365|Bene ======================================== SAMPLE 26960 ======================================== 8187|And when _his_ hand laid on their head, 8187|The _wicked_ maidens felt it too--_he!_ 8187|All things were in his sight,--all things were known 8187|To the _good young man_, from which they knew 8187|The _right_ way to be silent, in his sight! 8187|Thus was the _wooing_ ended,--as the wise say;-- 8187|And all who did the deed but stand aside, 8187|Said, "No, let them go and let them blush and blush!" 8187|When he was through, with a high-soul withering, 8187|And lost in her smile, so young, so wild, 8187|Of whom no man, with eyes, in this world, 8187|Had one e'er like so sweet a nature? 8187|_Then_, when she was well o'er, while in vain 8187|She cried, "_I thought I ought never to have known you!_" 8187|She was gone--she had to be gone--forsooth! 8187|When last she came, the morning skies were blue, 8187|And, in her form, lo! she had been changed to--nothing! 8187|But some friends thought, among the mourners there, 8187|That some one else had brought her--a tear, they thought, 8187|Had stained her brow--and since then the wrong has gone 8187|To every maiden but _you_, who, they said, 8187|Had been _the_ woof by which now she had spun! 8187|And now I have brought you, as you might have brought 8187|Some other maiden from some other home, 8187|To show you how, after love,--the wanton, too, 8187|And the little _waste_ that's left when the mite 8187|Is past and gone,--can yet be a little more; 8187|And you, of all who are here, will remember, 8187|'Twere never for want of doing for you, 8187|You had been absent from the well-bedecked 8187|Taper,--all that we know of your innocence 8187|Was, that you'd thoughtlessly broken its ties, 8187|And that, for you, it was an endless pleasure! 8187|Well--now, all that you wish to be forgiven, 8187|And all you are, and have ever been, 8187|Is the present that you fling into the air, 8187|And send from your life's last joyous hour. 8187|Come, then, my little maiden, oh, come along! 8187|Though the old ways, you say, are so staid, 8187|Have they never, in some early day, 8187|Wrote you and me a letter, or brought 8187|A book, or taught us _so_ many things? 8187|Have they forgot the holy lore 8187|Of the ancient liturgy--when, the while 8187|"Roses and woods shall tell of the Day?" 8187|Still shall the woods and roses be, 8187|Till the Day shall disappear, the while 8187|We come, our love shall be found by you. 8187|Then, as you leave them, still remember 8187|How in each one of those days there came 8187|Such a glimpse of you, our darling bride, 8187|That our very eyes would almost be touched, 8187|Unless our memory, over-wise, 8187|Could hold up its light awhile before 8187|That which was so precious,--and so dear. 8187|I have often wondered as she spoke 8187|Of the time when first we met,--and sighed 8187|As she took the name she now bears,-- 8187|If death, that strange and shadowy foe, 8187|That dark and stern enemy,--her mirth,-- 8187|Had not a hand from whose grasp she sprung 8187|When forth she went with her laughing crew, 8187|To pluck all that would have made her _seen_, 8187|Than an ill-fated boy, that fate has sent 8187|Away into the gloom he makes his own! 8187|Yet still she thinks, her face, when he was by 8187|Turning ======================================== SAMPLE 26970 ======================================== 615|Who then had lost the life of great Marphisa. 615|But the bold Pinnabel had with him 615|A mighty company; not all they wrought, 615|But they to that proud fortunaied band 615|Had little bent, so ill remained the strain. 615|As a ship with less than winds in store 615|Miners to open sea, and to the shore 615|That ocean, by the helmsman's skill and deed: 615|So they, their hands about Marphisa wrought, 615|Whom she had doomed to cruel death and shame. 615|The others -- by that false and vile-mouth'd band 615|All, saved in hope of Charles's imperial crown -- 615|Were lost in coward fear of Pinnabel, 615|Nor one would keep the faith he bare the sword. 615|They, of that cruel deed bereft them, swore 615|By that same sceptre to follow Marphisa, 615|And, if they found her not, their oath would prove, 615|By which, at least, they held the royal peer. 615|This while the martial pair with cruel dole 615|On that unhappy pair their force applied, 615|But few the bloody swords upon the sand 615|That Pinnabel's and Charlemagne's men had drew, 615|So cruel and so base a deed had been: 615|And each upon others' bodies shed the dye 615|Besmeared with blood, that which, in him, bestowed -- 615|That blood of all the ten (as said the knight) 615|His right hand should from his heart divide again. 615|So well that other with that sword he slew, 615|That with that corpse he made him naked; lo! 615|His good sword in the dust upon his side. 615|These words to Charlemagne he then addressed, 615|Who from his hand a spear, full surely sought. 615|If thou didst deem that I, O king, beheld 615|The valiant Pinnabel nor with that light 615|Of lance which I beheld, to the good Duke 615|Orlando did not speak, but said: "My friend, 615|This will I say, unless thou wilt be fain 615|To be yet further with me. And he 615|Whom I have left, to whom I bind so dear, 615|Is yet unknown, so that if he be known, 615|'Tis to Orlando of Cui, as he says, 615|In whose train once saw the stripling go 615|To seek a captive in the world beside. 615|This said, he went to seek the champion dread 615|Of all the valiant friends he had beside; 615|And after him the warrior of the land 615|Sought and found the good Pinnabel, and brought 615|Back in his mail his master's arms, his shield. 615|Then had the bold, who took the fairest shot, 615|The one more noble to the other, won 615|All other arms the valiant Orlando bore. 615|Then to Marphisa was confessed the deed, 615|Who would of him, he hoped, not long delay. 615|She, since that day, with ready zeal has wrought 615|To turn her lord's disgrace of his arm aside; 615|And yet so little, it should seem in point, 615|Marphisa could such deed perform withal. 615|To bear, the champion to the damsel true 615|Changed is, the thing he changed; not for the meed 615|Of praise, but that he deems that he hath done 615|The deed, to make her his to serve and wait. 615|So that, when Pinnabel the sceptre graced, 615|She to the monarch gave commandment, that 615|He should no longer give it; and the same 615|Gave to that prince, as Pinnabel to thee. 615|A while the good Pinnabel in awe was 615|Of that, Pinnabel, of whose power he had, 615|Nor he forgot his own, or any one; 615|Who ruled in many fields, nor good or bad. 615|Pinnabel is ever just; and he descries 615|The noble Charles's grace, and every grace 615|He deems to be the same; nor can refuse, 615|By love so fond and friendship kind, to grant 615|In his chief part, to leave him in that need. 615|He ======================================== SAMPLE 26980 ======================================== 1365|And then I knew the place is good. 1365|Held me not too long. He was a friend of his; 1365|I loved him well, but never could quite master him, 1365|For always when we went astride a steed, 1365|Or would sit down and play together, 1365|He always stood up straight as he doth stand 1365|In the old schoolroom behind the wall. 1365|"When was the first time you played with me?" 1365|"Never. I was but three. 1365|He was very old and had very brown 1365|His hair was red, and his beard curled, 1365|And round about his neck his arms, 1365|And his legs were so short, that down to their 1365|And always he stood up straight as he doth stand 1365|In the old schoolroom behind the wall. 1365|"At the end of each term I used to run, 1365|Over the smooth, and slide with a graceful stride, 1365|Through the long hall, and down the stairs, 1365|And out from the back on the blue stair, 1365|Where my teacher used to be standing, 1365|And say to every one that passed by, 1365|'You need not be surprised when I say 1365|That the boy is not very good, 1365|When he does not stop to hear me say, 1365|But wags his head and says my speech 1365|Is very rude and rough to hear, 1365|And that I must stop, for all his pain, 1365|And then looks up with such a smile; 1365|I must say that I wish we never more 1365|May meet together here to-day." 1365|It was no dream; 1365|And yet, 1365|As out of the night, and the dawn of day, 1365|And the daybreak and midnight sun, 1365|Up at the castle airy-furl'd, 1365|With hands uprais'd in the sky, 1365|Out of the silence and the star, 1365|Came the wild shout, and the clang, 1365|Of the trumpets that were hurrying by, 1365|And those that never came nigh, 1365|While, out of the night, and the dawn of day, 1365|And the storm and the sunshine rush'd. 1365|It was no dream; 1365|Yet as upon a mock doth pass, 1365|For the breath of a breeze that is still, 1365|With a flutter, and with toss, 1365|His wings with the breeze's to and fro, 1365|Through his light boots, and his gray hose, 1365|The young Prince of Woden came, 1365|Bowing his high brow from above, 1365|And the long beard on his chin, 1365|In the presence of the Prince, 1365|In the room of the Countess of Woden. 1365|And he held in each hand a book, 1365|And he look'd so grave and wise, 1365|"Now read this page," said the Prince, 1365|"And your dreams will all begin." 1365|But the Countess, as he held his hand, 1365|Made the page nearer to her, 1365|And it read, "Pray, would that I were there, 1365|And the book at your elbow!" 1365|The Prince kneeled down, and in the snow, 1365|And the firelight, shone on his face; 1365|But no words came from his lips, 1365|For the voice that used to be 1365|From his grave now forever past 1365|Was silenced in his ears; 1365|That voice, from his grave now forever gone, 1365|Whispered in the tempest far away; 1365|And ever, and ever, in the noon-tide glare, 1365|The cloud-rack rang and pass'd away. 1365|Then from his hand the book the Prince dropped, 1365|And the voice from his lips was still; 1365|But never again from his lips came more, 1365|And never again, in the afternoon grey, 1365|To rise, from his grave, from his listless hand, 1365|A sound ======================================== SAMPLE 26990 ======================================== 21011|The light of the stars in the blue azure sky-- 21011|A vision of a soul, that had dreamed it all. 21011|She woke with the dawn and felt the wind blow free 21011|Of her black tresses like a snowdrop, while bright 21011|And clear was the voice of the Morning--'Come!' 21011|And lo! she came floating down the sunlit glade; 21011|Waking with the dawn a soul that had slept. 21011|There's a halo where the sun set 21011|On a golden glory of the West 21011|That hangs there with a silver sheen 21011|And speaks great love to the eye; 21011|A halo and a splendour of white 21011|That still lives for a moment's space, 21011|Or is immortal as a cry 21011|Of the storm-splashed waves and the rain-blown spray; 21011|Then, as it falls to sunset 21011|Into the sea its glory dies: 21011|The rainbow-tinted arch of the sky 21011|Is lost in a soft-falling gloom 21011|That wraps thee down to the West. 21011|The heart of love is a bright flame 21011|That flashes out by night from a shrine 21011|And yet is but a cloud at dawn, 21011|As the bright cloud and the halo are 21011|But the wings and shroud of an eagle's flight. 21011|The sky is his home--the sea is his love. 21011|The clouds are his banner and his shield, 21011|And the white waves his raiment--but he's 21011|The lord of the waves, the captain of the storm. 21011|From the sunset's azure a glory falls, 21011|And shows a gleam where of his glory's 21011|A rainbow-ring hangs out of the sky, 21011|A golden light that shines on his flight; 21011|And with softest caress, the waves so fleet 21011|Over his head from out of the rain, 21011|Are like a heart's soft music that sings. 21011|I went in the twilight 21011|And sat by the fireside 21011|On the red old ash-stone 21011|We built together 21011|The years went with us, 21011|But years will not go 21011|Away. 21011|We made each other gladness and beauty, 21011|And the heart of man was glad. 21011|And when things were sad, 21011|He would whisper the heart of his mother, 21011|That the heart of him did love her. 21011|I went in the twilight 21011|And sat and rocked my baby in my arm; 21011|I was glad of his smile, and the music's 21011|Throb--but he did not love me. 21011|He was glad of the laughter in the grove, 21011|But he did not love me. 21011|He was glad of the flowers on the grassy 21011|And yellow path. 21011|And the stars on the heaven, like a rainbow; 21011|But he did not love me. 21011|He was glad of the sunshine in the tree 21011|And the leaves rustling. 21011|Was it love of his to watch me in the twilight, 21011|To take my hand, and gently touch it, 21011|Till I was glad of the light that fell on me, 21011|Bidding me dream of his love? 21011|Not that he could understand my wish, 21011|For in the dawn there is nothing can 21011|Be more sweet than my love for my man, 21011|And his love for me. No, not this again, 21011|For the dawn will not rise. 21011|His face was white beneath the dawn's first beam, 21011|As I looked in his eyes; 21011|And he knew not of my wish, for I could not 21011|Make his life so full of light. 21011|He might have loved me, had I known how true 21011|Was my heart's faith in his love; 21011|For surely then, I know, in the darkness 21011|I would not have his face so bright; 21011|For his love would have grown so dear that it 21011|He might not ======================================== SAMPLE 27000 ======================================== 3168|By this the King went to his bed, 3168|And closed the eyes of his sleeping wife, - 3168|When, over the sound of a trumpet, 3168|Two lads strode up to her bedside, 3168|And one was a dreary stranger, 3168|And one a young lad with shining eyes. 3168|"Who are you?" quoth the dreary stranger, 3168|"And what do you come here to do?" 3168|"I come to kiss the fair neck of Mary, 3168|And to lay my head on her breast; 3168|And for all her care that I may not, 3168|I come to kiss the fair neck of Mary." 3168|"Mary," the dreary stranger falter, 3168|"Is there indeed no love for you?" 3168|"Nay," she said, "but in vain--Mary, 3168|'Tis only some idle day 3168|We came to kiss the fair neck of Mary, 3168|And to rest our heads on the neck of Mary" 3168|"O then," the dreary stranger sheweth, 3168|"I pray thee, tell me what 'twill be: 3168|For all these woes from day to day 3168|The world has not to change or recall: 3168|"As for the heart that is now content 3168|And joyous in its earthly place, 3168|It shall be broken and overthrown 3168|For ever at the world's decay; 3168|"And that, alas! your name and lineage 3168|Shall die by time and time again; 3168|And nevermore in our days of need 3168|Shall we know who our heart has wrung: 3168|"And this we know, that in the years 3168|To come, your lovely head shall lie 3168|Dead with the rest of its lovely dead, 3168|And the sweet face of its lovely dead, 3168|Ere the world its long weariness 3168|Has closed or can, or any truth." 3168|The dreary stranger said, "Mary, 3168|Your sorrows, no doubt, have been great, 3168|And a blessing they will be now 3168|When 'tis over and done for; 3168|"Yet a blessing, I deem, you will not lack, 3168|Nor have to suffer more; 3168|And let this day, as to a pen. 3168|The last, the most ineradicable 3168|Of all the blessings that have been 3168|As your days bring on to this night, 3168|To-day, to-morrow, to-year, 3168|Be the parting blessing they shall get." 3168|Then with a silent prayer, her heart 3168|Still clung to the heart she had lost, 3168|Walking up the empty bed, 3168|Where Mary lay and sighed to lie 3168|As her eyes slept on the dead face she smiled on. 3168|"What shall I leave for you, who 3168|Loved, yet fain have loved you worse? 3168|What shall I give you, now I go, 3168|With eyes full of tender care? 3168|"Oh, if I had the heart of a child, 3168|My kisses could ease any pain, 3168|My hands, though full of grief, can soothe 3168|The heavy grief that wrings my heart; 3168|"With a little knowledge, or none; 3168|Though I should be quite helpless why 3168|Should I give kisses to my Love 3168|I can have all that was mine before, 3168|And to-day, to-morrow, and to-year? 3168|"I give all I have to a soul, 3168|A heart that's glad to be alive, 3168|And a mind that's free from anger and doubt; 3168|And with all these things to live. . . . 3168|"Then, perhaps I shall be willing still 3168|That the way is better than before, 3168|And, though I am of _this_ a stranger, 3168|Of joy I shall have more to-day. 3168|"And when I go from life, and how I shall 3168|Return, perhaps you will ======================================== SAMPLE 27010 ======================================== 1004|When I beheld this light before me, 'it seemed to me 1004|Like the Sun's self,' thinking on the ills that were to come. 1004|And as it was turning back towards the Earth, 'Lo! 1004|Where one of flesh is lying, and fast bound fast,' 1004|I heard it said, 'with dread oppressed in mind. 1004|Lo! who this one is speaking with? Lo! who thus 1004|Hither draws attention with such awful voice?' 1004|And it replied: 'Straight unto this land of France 1004|Is carried off my body, in devotional troth 1004|One who therein has offended against God. 1004|Capaneus, the wild and wanton, who toward Hell 1004|With the rest, had all his course toward Arno taken; 1004|With him in order of battle had departed, 1004|Had not his brethren, for their discord made him rue 1004|His folly and his blindness long past over. 1004|They, fleeing from him, unto Acheron came, 1004|Following the water that from watery deserts 1004|Upon the sixth moat is at the narrowest, 1004|Even as I, penitent at the day-spring of Creation, 1004|Thy Prevas indignant at the transgression 1004|When they shall know who me have laid on earth. 1004|By Raphael both 'ull be forgiven, if thou 1004|Art by the I that am called,' as was the promise 1004|Of the Eternal Love, which, even as its mandate 1004|Was felt by me, still in this quality glowed, 1004|'And the price of all thy faults I also shall 1004|Hear if I should ask it.' Then did I conclude 1004|'As much as pleased the will displeasing, much more 1004|Shall please me for the same.' Thus did we conclude 1004|The holy pair, remaining in that region 1004|Which the most heav'nly is to the most sinful one. 1004|We had now passed innumerable rounds of time, 1004|Had not Holden first his parch that pad enjoined 1004|To Curio, who, receding, stopped his steps. 1004|Whereat the saddest of those demons departed, 1004|And me he bade halt also; so me he halted. 1004|Round about he went, addressing me thus, 1004|Devoid of all reserve, bewildered, moved, 1004|Like a man moved with a terrible fit; 1004|And I, who had my back turned, slipped aside 1004|As one who goes to school, and fear is taken. 1004|"Thou who hast been so successful in thy quest, 1004|Whereby a foetus is annihilate, 1004|To me, now that thou hast ta'en another way, 1004|Next time do thou as my Vice-gerent send mee, 1004|That premature aging may be made shorter, 1004|And I, ere the equinoctial tempest climbs, 1004|May see the land wherein the world of wiles 1004|Was set, and crooked laws the action learn." 1004|Such accents did he to mine listen whom he willed, 1004|From whom he took himself, for he was willing. 1004|"Who is that foetus sitting on my right 1004|At Thoulouse, near unto thee?" I, who was still 1004|Waiting to hear, drew near, and held my hold 1004|More near, then when a vessel at the bows, 1004|Affixed to the oars, or I, my mother, 1004|Had anchored it, took away the hook, 1004|Which theretofore was holding on the vessel. 1004|It seemed a child, but in an attitude grave 1004|Stood, and looked down upon me, as to speak 1004|With me, and not with it, for it seemed 1004|Another of the shades; so I remarked, 1004|With acknowledgment, what he would say. 1004|He thus began: "Fear not to touch my head, 1004|But lift it up, lest some other finger win 1004|Throw me hence away. This I have seen, 1004|And thou must know, that, if thy grades return 1004|With ======================================== SAMPLE 27020 ======================================== 42058|She hath not told to him her fears, 42058|And he to none but his own eyes 42058|Will see the long-sought prize, 42058|When the last and loveliest wave 42058|Of this bright life, the world's delights, 42058|Flies to and fro between worlds, 42058|With the joy of infinite beauty 42058|Floating in the motion there. 42058|And when she sits at last at rest 42058|In that deep and tranquil sea 42058|Which is her soul's home and home's dear, 42058|She will tell to her heart's deep rest 42058|In sleep her story of yesterday 42058|And wake at evening so to weep 42058|The memory of her last despair, 42058|That other womankind had made 42058|On earth as well-beloved, and left 42058|Uncaring, that they could not know, 42058|Though with such tenderness and care, 42058|As womankind in heaven might feel, 42058|Her last sad tears for other's sake; 42058|But that sweet angel only, she 42058|Lies down to prayer with all her heart, 42058|In that dear and sweet communion, 42058|Of love and joy and peace complete, 42058|And so lies down to sleep; 42058|And so the first night of Spring 42058|She lies down to sleep. 42058|I sit in my study, like a tree, 42058|That, in a certain season, by the wind 42058|Leaning, looks over the rain-pools at the pool, 42058|And sees all its fruits on every tree. 42058|I sit in my study, like a tree, 42058|And let my thoughts go to and fro. 42058|They find a place for every thought, 42058|So long as I love them they grow. 42058|I sit in my study, like a tree, 42058|And let my thoughts go anywhere. 42058|They reach my heart by any riddle, 42058|So long as I love them they grow. 42058|The winds are calling to my ear, "Go, 42058|Go, go, thou unhappy tree; 42058|Come hither, hither, thy branches blow, 42058|And let thy fruit fall at mine eye." 42058|I let my thoughts go to and fro. 42058|And soon the fruit-bearing branches blow. 42058|And I look all around me on the street, 42058|But see no tree, and know no tree. 42058|So down I bow'd with all my might, 42058|And to my father's house I came. 42058|And there I found him sitting all day 42058|And denying me his fee; 42058|Saying, "Why do you come here so late? 42058|The house is empty as your bed. 42058|"Go, go, and tell all your friends away: 42058|'T will serve you well this evening, 42058|When I am gone to deck 42058|A mantle for my buried wife." 42058|So down I bowed with all my might, 42058|And, as he gave the bowl 42058|His mantle to spread o'erhead, 42058|I looked round me upon the house; 42058|But all around was empty, 42058|And nothing was there to eat, 42058|No curtains, no, my dear, 42058|But two dead birds sat in order there; 42058|And two dead birds sat in order there. 42058|And, to appease his conscience, 42058|He gave me but a cup of wine. 42058|And, as he gave the cup to me, 42058|He said, "I will go to the dead ones there, 42058|And if I rest with them on earth, 42058|No harm on me shall come. 42058|"I am alive, and love, and live: 42058|Go, seek them out, and take them in your hand; 42058|Give every cup on your lips a kiss, 42058|And make them clink together; 42058|"And give me your hands and take them in your own, 42058|Your mistress and your mother!" 42058|I took them with a love-kiss, 42058|I took them in my own hand ======================================== SAMPLE 27030 ======================================== 9889|But, oh, I loved him more! 9889|But, oh, I love him more! 9889|And I was very near to his heart, 9889|And I was very near to his side. 9889|I gave him, and I gave him my all-- 9889|My last great passion. 9889|But his love fell on me with the rain-- 9889|He could not keep me! 9889|And he turned to the land where his birth was, 9889|With a smile on his lips; 9889|And he said, "No more my father shall gain 9889|His son;--for me, I love him not-- 9889|For him--I love him not! 9889|What would thee, my beloved, should thou be, 9889|With a man as my lord?" 9889|And I answered, "My love is a knight! 9889|The world shall be more fair to me; 9889|For me, I love him not! 9889|I love him not! I love him not!" 9889|And he said, "But thou shalt live with me. 9889|My love I give thou to thee now!" 9889|"Oh! I shall die e'en before I go!" 9889|And I answered, "I will not!" 9889|And I bowed my head--and I walked away-- 9889|To the land where his birth was. 9889|And the sunshine fell and the birds sang still, 9889|And the wind blew low; 9889|And he held my hand and we wandered home, 9889|Through the land of the moon. 9889|My daughter, my love, my daughter, 9889|My daughter and my love-- 9889|With the moon above and the stars around, 9889|Wilt thou follow me into night? 9889|And with thee shall come a happy end 9889|To a life where my love is dead. 9889|My daughter, my love, my daughter, 9889|My daughter and my love-- 9889|My life shall go out in stars and song 9889|Ere thou art known to me. 9889|The heart of a man's manhood 9889|Is the only thing immortal; 9889|The greatest manhood is 9889|A little heart of stone. 9889|What makes a man a man? 9889|He loves his lady brave, 9889|He does the Lord's will 9889|And he's of the house of Nazareth-- 9889|Then a man's a man! 9889|Let me sing a song, 9889|The stars shine on with laughing joy, 9889|But here's the sting: 9889|He has no heart for her; 9889|'T is but a woman's hand 9889|That sings to his ear. 9889|But here's the sting: 9889|His whole life's a song; 9889|He has no heart, no wife-- 9889|A man's a man. 9889|The sun of the world is shining, 9889|In joy and in sorrow; 9889|And we, with our hearts burning, 9889|Can only be singing 9889|If we've a wife and a son. 9889|"Why this way, my daughter?" 9889|Said I to my mother, 9889|When we sat at the gate and wept. 9889|"Why this way? 9889|You should be at home there." 9889|Oh, my daughter--Oh, my daughter-- 9889|Why this way? 9889|The world is a lonely chase, 9889|The night is so late; 9889|And tears no love can give 9889|As the day-star's heart breaks. 9889|"What will you do when father comes back home in a week?" 9889|"By God, I will go back to my mother and kiss her dear face, 9889|I'll go back to my mother and kiss my mother's dear 9889|earth-cold face and kiss 'em at last--and I won't go down." 9889|A little child, just little and yet a queen, 9889|Comes to the hall of the King for a trial, and so 9889|He stands before this crowd and is put in the stocks. 9889|This is the crowd behind him ======================================== SAMPLE 27040 ======================================== 11351|It's not the end, by any means. 11351|The man who'd quit with a pistol 11351|To live a jollier life,-- 11351|He'd hardly think he'd quit alive, 11351|Unless we called him dead. 11351|And I've looked in the eyes of a man who'd sold his soul to a demon, 11351|And, with no more word than is right, 11351|And with no more for proof or right, 11351|Him, that was a good deal of the devil himself to pay. 11351|Then God! and his demon made him 11351|Sit in his chair just the same-- 11351|But all the world laughed the worst at him! 11351|And he was the devil of it all! 11351|No matter what the verdict be? 11351|We shall see what comes to pass-- 11351|What comes to pass, 11351|Or is already done! 11351|You'll be a woman when you're forty--or so some folks say: 11351|You'll be the widow of a man you long for with all his wife- 11351|"So I'm thirty-three, my heart and the Lord is my light," 11351|But many more are not; and many more will not; and I wonder 11351|If even when you've been as long as I have,--is it all o'er? 11351|The night was dark outside my door, and no voice came near 11351|To call me to my nightly rest; for I was alone; 11351|Only in dreams I listened, and the cold, damp air seemed harsh 11351|With awful words, for I thought--was I dreaming or awake? 11351|And then the shadows came, the ghosts that pass in the dark, 11351|Like a strange fog straying from some monstrous, awful place; 11351|And then I heard the cry, so weird, so loud, of a child, 11351|Who found a weary mother in the yard a-cunningly, 11351|And sobbingly called her child and cried for his sake, and he 11351|Woke up on his own--and so I was awake and too 11351|And all alone that night, with no man near to know me; 11351|And I heard the voice of God, in His voice so high and tender, 11351|The voice that was in thy heart, and was in my own. 11351|He said, "A little child is born into the light, 11351|And knoweth all things; the light knows nothing; the night 11351|Hath all things for its bale, and every little star 11351|Is like a candle burning in the night." 11351|He said, "A little child, it is lighted, thou knowest; 11351|'Tis born and born to be all lighted, and all know thee; 11351|And darkness, after death, shall bring a light to thee." 11351|He said, "And this is the little child that I know, 11351|And I am the Lord's mother; I am His mother, see!" 11351|He said, "And the light, because it was born to be all lighted, 11351|Bears the sign of the mother, and the child is called Light." 11351|He said, "And I am the Lord's priest; and thou,--forsooth, 11351|The light,--It is a mighty light. O my child, it is born, 11351|In sorrow and in love, to feel and believe. 11351|And what shall come of it? 11351|I know not. Only the little child is lighted, and all so light 11351|That it shall be all lighted, and all know thee. 11351|I know it will be brought to see 11351|Thee in thy Lord's temple, where thou standest, 11351|With your Father in your midst; 11351|And if it be a little babe that is God's priest, 11351|I would give all that I have to keep that child alive 11351|While I went walking by the sea! 11351|When I remember what the morning has been, 11351|And what the sea-breeze has done, 11351|I feel its sorrow, not as of long ago, 11351|But as of a far-off, foreign land. 11351|And I look back ======================================== SAMPLE 27050 ======================================== 1304|The world all round, with his high-sounding orders. 1304|No more by stream or sea or river bound, 1304|But sweeping wide o'er earth and sky, he came, 1304|To meet the ocean, and the winds' fierce battle 1304|On the rocky rocks of Nereus' icy realm, 1304|Where the waves howled at their icy chieftain, 1304|And the deep thunder, like a tempest blind, 1304|From the cliff's topmost base did rolling rise;-- 1304|And like a mist the bright Atlantic poured 1304|Over the land, and o'er the happy water; 1304|While here there came the cry of sailor grim, 1304|As up the Thames the vessel swift he bore, 1304|And o'er the level lake heard the waves howl, 1304|Till in a sheltered cove the shore he gain'd. 1304|Then did the mighty ocean-spirit go 1304|And rested on the sandy beauteous bank, 1304|'Midst sea-mists and hydras' silvery hoar-trout: 1304|And did he seem to breathe but now the cold 1304|Of winter-days too brief, too chill indeed: 1304|And over all that happy look of bliss 1304|His gracious face did slowly bend and flow. 1304|Then soft and low, and sweetly, fell the sound 1304|That lull'd the wave and bade it sleep; 1304|The lullaby heard, the lullaby heard; 1304|For the wave lull'd, and the sky did sleep 1304|Among the grasses by the bank; 1304|And o'er the waves the swallow drowsily 1304|His rosy brood was landing now; 1304|While the moon, like a gentle love-syllable, 1304|From her tall spear-headed thorn 1304|With one wing uplifted left the night, 1304|And with one wing uplifted lay 1304|On the bosom of the new-fallen snow, 1304|And with a voice of balm the river moved. 1304|So passed the evening over: 1304|And at the morning's foot 1304|Came with his throng of swans 1304|A thrush, that sang most bravely; 1304|And the two birds flew back together 1304|To their honeys are full fair. 1304|So, from the lake they both did go, 1304|And up the mossy way 1304|Took the first step of that lovely way 1304|Which no man takes without pain and pain; 1304|While the honeysuckle grew upon 1304|The very threshold even; and there 1304|Came an old man with a staff, 1304|And a small bird sat on his knee, 1304|And the two went onward side by side. 1304|In front of that stile, there stood 1304|An oak: the wind was hushed.-- 1304|Was it only a wind that made 1304|That simple, quiet, noblest way? 1304|And was he that song-bird that 1304|Sang in the old oak-tree? and, who 1304|Had she, the maiden that did sing 1304|With her dark, deep-drawn eyes, like glass 1304|Whose lens had a strange, swift gleam? 1304|There in the moonlight coldly 1304|He seemed to stand, as if in pain, 1304|With his sweet-throated pipe between 1304|His lips, all white as snow. 1304|But he passed onward side by side 1304|With a piteous, echoing knock; 1304|For he knew the maiden's frown 1304|Would not let him on their journey stay, 1304|And that her eyes were wild-- 1304|That strange, strange piteous, glassy light-- 1304|That look of mirth and love-- 1304|And his dearheart's piteous look, and so 1304|On, on he past with fast pace. 1304|So, on into the village, side by side, 1304|They passed and loitered till day was done, 1304|Then, in the hollow vale, they passed; and when 1304|The silver stars were brightening ======================================== SAMPLE 27060 ======================================== 1280|So we are all to-morrow's toys,-- 1280|All-too-blessed, and yet not God 1280|Whose hand we held and loved so well!" 1280|At the last, when I was made aware 1280|I would not come into his room again, 1280|I lay me there a-drying my eyes 1280|And laying my hands at rest my head 1280|In the cool darkness of his, 1280|And he told me he was very sick-- 1280|I had been eating too much cake, 1280|And had been drinking too much tea, 1280|Though of course I was not at all. 1280|"I wish all cats had silken locks, 1280|Like the silky white hair of birds," 1280|He said, and he would shout aloud: 1280|And so he did this whole afternoon, 1280|So I lay here all the afternoon, 1280|The whole afternoon and the night through-- 1280|He was laughing so, he was saying 1280|Such things! And all night long he was saying 1280|About his little cat, his dead cat. 1280|What was this funny thing I heard 1280|For hours, for hours, until at last 1280|The cats put on their great and small, 1280|And the people, all of them, being tired, 1280|They brought in the dogs and kept them back 1280|From barking at the girls and teasing 1280|The children. 1280|And, when it was all over, the whole 1280|Sunday afternoon, as the sun sunk low, 1280|We all were still and silent and sad, 1280|We all were still and silent and sad! 1280|And I, being tired and not the least 1280|For weeping, in a corner of my room, 1280|Held up my face to a window pane, 1280|Standing there for hours and never breaking 1280|The window-panes--that day I never cried. 1280|And when the school day came, I went home. 1280|I had a friend named "Louise,"-- 1280|No one knew her; 1280|Yet somehow I thought, I should like her, 1280|You know--she. 1280|We walked along the sunny summer 1280|When the wind went the other way, 1280|As children do. 1280|She had such long, red hair, 1280|And deep green eyes, 1280|And cheeks that looked as if they were 1280|Piped with beads of dew. 1280|Her mouth and feet spoke truth, 1280|Her body was too light 1280|For a man's hand to grasp in the lock. 1280|And the way she moved told me 1280|There was something in her face, 1280|Something in her soul that could say 1280|"Dear, I love you!" 1280|But she had no voice at all, 1280|And the way she moved came from her eyes, 1280|From her eyes! 1280|Her voice was in the music 1280|That life was in her voice-- 1280|A bird in the sunset, 1280|Her beautiful eyes were in the music 1280|That she sat in. 1280|And the way she moved came from her eyes, 1280|From her eyes! 1280|Her hands made music, 1280|Her kisses were music, 1280|And I knew she was singing! 1280|Then with her mouth and feet 1280|She touched me lightly up and down. 1280|Her fingers were soft-- 1280|I tried to follow them out-- 1280|But my body bent beneath 1280|The weight of all the little fingers 1280|That brushed me! 1280|She held me up so-- 1280|All the world must bend under the weight 1280|Of this little little one, 1280|Till a mighty sea-wave 1280|Of laughter swept her high 1280|Over me and everyone, at once, 1280|Over her and everyone! 1280|So I lie here by the old barn, 1280|And watch her passing by, 1280|And make her laugh-- 1280|I laugh! 1280|But she has turned away 1280|And is ======================================== SAMPLE 27070 ======================================== 1365|And of the two-years' absence from the land. 1365|"Then from the other side came the Count, 1365|With regal magnificence of face, 1365|With dignity of form, and countenance, 1365|As in his pride of place he stood apart; 1365|And thus before them in measured phrase 1365|The hero of the battle re-echoed: 1365|"To you I take my due inheritance, 1365|In sooth, but by a gift of ancient fame. 1365|For in this century, as I gather evidence 1365|With growing vigor, is a story told 1365|Among the Lapp's of Siena, of a ring 1365|That had once belonged to a nobleman 1365|That lived in old Florentine times ago. 1365|"In the tenth century, as a boy of seven, 1365|I heard him spoken of as the son of one 1365|Who lived in Avignon many years since; 1365|And this, I think, did its birth supply; 1365|So he was styled of the old abbot Cam d'Opin. 1365|It was a ring in which a knight of fame 1365|Achiev'd his glory through the magic art 1365|Beneath a vain ideal; and the ring 1365|A golden serpent with a ruby filled. 1365|"And so we have proof that at some later date 1365|This legend arose; and still in our land 1365|There are old men of this name, the half of whom 1365|Had travelled to the Holy Land to serve 1365|The King in Palestine with great success; 1365|Some of whom, as I gaze upon your face, 1365|Have even passed the Crotona, and the Vale, 1365|And many brave conquerors have brought back 1365|This ring and carried it back to Siena, 1365|But who, alas! have these same legends told? 1365|"O brother! to you now is related 1365|The legend of the ring and the false girl, 1365|And how you may read the whole of it." 1365|And then Alichin replied, 1365|Not unperceived by him, and with good will 1365|That fear was on his features: "Truly I trust 1365|It may be true, and truly do you hear? 1365|Camillo d'Ampeis once, long ago, 1365|Was hither come to Siena to attain 1365|Some gift that might at least some grace obtain 1365|Among the people, and that he might earn 1365|Contentment from them; for he knew full well 1365|The value of the rings in use at that day; 1365|And he, in secret, in the country-side 1365|And in the forest did at his ease take 1365|The rings and ring them on his fingers white, 1365|As he did on the days of old upon 1365|His throne in Jerusalem; and these things 1365|He told us of in words of ancient speech, 1365|And told the old abbot of our poor town 1365|Long since, and when he had told him all, 1365|Ended, in this manner, his adventures there. 1365|It was a mountain of a height, a peak 1365|A little space from the sea, and underneath 1365|Was an old man and boy, who sat apart, 1365|One of the old abbot's companions, 1365|On a hill-side. The old man, while the boy 1365|Was telling how he sailed with the ship 1365|Of one of the knights of Bernadotte, 1365|All round about the isle in many ships, 1365|And in another castle in the bay, 1365|Saying that he could not come back again, 1365|And saying, 'tis a noble story,' seemed, 1365|With a good deal of gesticulation, 1365|Much more than is usual with such people. 1365|Well, so the old man and boy did learn 1365|The value of the rings; and thus disposed 1365|The boys to earn their bread a-foot, and the old 1365|To have another drink with the good old lord; 1365|At which all the company stood amazed, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 27080 ======================================== 1031|The last of my children, the good mother, at last we have 1031|The good mother, who sees me now, but I see the poor little son too, 1031|But all my heart is broken to know there is no way to save him. 1031|And then the heart of a young woman, a mother of a little child, 1031|He is lying asleep in his sheets by the fireside. 1031|He is lying like a cat upon the ground. 1031|The good mother, a little child asleep on his pillow, 1031|And what is that on his face that no one can get at? 1031|Is it some sign that he is going to wake up and hurry and run over 1031|To keep the fire hot or to cool it he puts his hand to the 1031|fire, 1031|I watch him as he lies at his mother's door, 1031|In the cold dark. I watch when he opens the door 1031|And sees the warm face staring at him in the 1031|light, 1031|And hears his mother's voice calling him home. 1031|I watch him when the door is shut on him, and when he is 1031|at the book-shelf, 1031|And when he throws the covers open and looks through 1031|The corners, and presses his face against the 1031|lights, 1031|And when he turns in the dark to look at the stars 1031|And the moon and the yellow sunlight all about him, 1031|I watch him as he lies in his sleep. 1031|The good mother sleeps in the arm-chairs under the bed. 1031|She is tired and white with sleep, 1031|She is tired and white as death. 1031|But I watch her, I watch through the thin blind blinds, 1031|I watch for the rocking of the head. 1031|I WATCH for the rocking of the head. 1031|It is so quiet now, the rocking of the head is 1031|silence. 1031|No rocking, rocking, rocking, rocking, 1031|and the rocking of the baby's head is 1031|silence. 1031|He sleeps and dreams that his mother is his mother always, 1031|He is sure that it is she who has come to kiss him and take him 1031|home, 1031|He thinks that his mother is always his mother and always white, 1031|and always kind, 1031|In a little bed in the arm-chairs under the bed. 1031|I KNOW a little garden that is very, very full; 1031|It has much sweet and savoury smell, 1031|It slopes over soft against the wooded hill, 1031|And down the side, with the low green slope of sand, 1031|Come throngs of little blooms and little birds. 1031|There are crayfish in the water-flags, 1031|And blackbirds sitting in the pike-marks, 1031|And lizards hiding in the sandy pits, 1031|And all the other little fishes. 1031|The little grass-roots shake beneath the feet 1031|Of other beasts that walk this path of dearth; 1031|But never a bird, nor a leaf, nor a brook 1031|On this cool side of the whole wide sea, 1031|Which is all one happy flower-time of spring. 1031|O, that I could have him, and love him so, 1031|And know him only for this season! 1031|I would that I had hearkened to his cry, 1031|And that I had carried him where he could not cry, 1031|That I had kissed him, and held him close and carried him 1031|home. 1031|I would I had listened and heeded my nurse, 1031|And held him to my breast, and carried him near, 1031|With both of us breathing on his brow and breast, 1031|Till I had called him, and given him play and kissed him, 1031|And let him come to me, and fold him and kiss me, 1031|And show me so much love, and only last night. 1031|I would I had gone down under, with you, 1031|And buried deep in the summer sand, 1031|And then in the early morning I have watched and wept, 1031|Or ======================================== SAMPLE 27090 ======================================== 1246|And now we've a world to get into: 1246|It's our best shot; we wait and see what happens. 1246|It's all our own, for we have been to it; 1246|We know there'll be trouble waiting if 1246|At the worst we wait too long; but they talk 1246|Of things that must be. We watch without, 1246|Or do without, though we have nothing; 1246|We wait in the darkness, and we wait 1246|As close beside the line as we may. 1246|It's just as you'd think: it's just as you've seen: 1246|We have gone through it; we're here, yet are none! 1246|But now--as once we had our troubles-- 1246|We're here together. We'll do our best to help; 1246|For he that can's do what he can, 1246|And he that can, do what he can too. 1246|There's a certain quality in the way we talk; 1246|There's a certain quality in the way we walk; 1246|There's a certain quality in our way we smile; 1246|There's a certain quality in the way we speak; 1246|There's a certain quality in the tone we send; 1246|There's a certain quality in our looks: 1246|--All such as these and more, a moment since, 1246|When that other moment took place to-day,-- 1246|When our eyes met and the two of us, I wis, 1246|Stood face to face. 1246|But, now, the distance's too great for us to stand, 1246|And that's the spirit. 1246|O my friends, be glad 1246|That thus our love can grow, 1246|And then, when time shall prove us ayeen groan,-- 1246|To hear the whole of it, face to face, 1246|At last, as now you see it, we will be, 1246|And talk it over, half in dream and half in rhyme, 1246|In rhyme. 1246|For I am well aware what you stand around 1246|In wonder of the coming hours, and what I've been: 1246|And it might be yours to see, that I should live, 1246|And see me to the end, and say: "O! what a lie!" 1246|I walk the roads alone, 1246|And I walk behind me feet, 1246|And it's all for your sake I do; 1246|And it's all for your sake, 1246|And it's for the cause of love I say. 1246|There's a secret way to-day, 1246|And it must be said or done; 1246|There's a secret way to-morrow, too; 1246|And it's night, and it's night, 1246|To keep it, for your sake or mine. 1246|"There's a secret way to-day: 1246|And it's night, and it's night, 1246|To keep it, for your sake or mine. 1246|O! night, to keep this secret way, 1246|For all night long to keep it so! 1246|For I go far away, in a little lonely place 1246|Whose hills are like white cherubs in a golden sky; 1246|And a flower is singing to a leaf that leans above, 1246|And there's a silence in the sweet of their wings. 1246|It's a long way from town 1246|With a secret way to-morrow, too: 1246|And it's night, and it's night, to-night, 1246|To keep the secret night all night, 1246|And keep it all the night. 1246|So I can see you, I can see you standing there, 1246|And I can say: 1246|"You have loved me,--the only man 1246|Who ever loved me, ever, ever." 1246|For the way is lonely. You go away from me, 1246|And it's night, and it's night, to keep it so!" 1246|And so now the evening falls, 1246|And the world grows still and stillish; 1246|And I see the little black-roof ======================================== SAMPLE 27100 ======================================== 30332|But now, when at last he stood erect, 30332|The eyes once more o'erfleeced his body, 30332|And now from that cold body he drew 30332|A long, long breath, and, standing up erect, 30332|The voice seemed out of that drear nightfall, 30332|The hands and feet and face no longer his; 30332|And when she saw what woe he had done, 30332|What had become of her, her face grew pale, 30332|In fear her hand which once had trembled there, 30332|And trembled with fear at his side awhile, 30332|And when awhile her heart that never knew 30332|A comfort, comfortless she still was: 30332|How could she seek to help?--Ah! all this 30332|Was but to see, to touch, to kiss him once, 30332|And, seeing it, to feel the very same! 30332|But as she spake a voice in her head, 30332|A voice of one whose feet had not moved, 30332|Made her turn, and lo!--a woman's face, 30332|Gazed blank and cold with a cold scorn, 30332|And yet with a kind of pity in't, 30332|She met the sight with open eyes, 30332|And from the woman's mouth a sigh forthborn 30332|Rang sweet and well, and seemed the speech to end. 30332|"And ye, whom here I bring for trial," 30332|Next the fair Queen said, "to-day 30332|In my stead shall go, your heads to hide 30332|Where none but her true knights may see you. 30332|For not alone I bring you here this way, 30332|But I bind thee, as I think, to do 30332|My part, and bid the rest be sure, 30332|Not one who sees thee shall ever go 30332|Unto the place that thou with me tak'st, 30332|Of such great worth it is that thou 30332|As thou hast brought this man are fain to bind." 30332|"To bind, my love?" quoth Sir Gresh, "and bind 30332|Upon the head of the man that is dead 30332|To be set in a coffin--even now 30332|I am so glad to do it; for the day 30332|Is come to bring me back; but when indeed 30332|My Lady cometh shall I see her not; 30332|For I shall be upstart on my course 30332|And make her many times what she is now." 30332|"Go and call on the King," she said, "and bid 30332|That he a signet of good speed prepare 30332|To give to him for recompense of good 30332|For his dear body, which his lady's care 30332|Searched here so long, and did himself not bring 30332|Whither folk most pleased, ere he had made 30332|His return. But when he heard thereof 30332|He will not do thus much; for soon am I 30332|To that land which will be very far away, 30332|Where is that woman who is still ill-aided 30332|By her old father, and will suffer shame 30332|For her own sake upon her own house of men." 30332|Meanwhile the other folk did follow 30332|That which she had said, and went their way, 30332|And there the Queen, her head bent down below, 30332|Was sitting on the grass clad in white, 30332|And that fair lady did her folk abide, 30332|And waited till there come the morning light, 30332|And then she took their names, and all made good 30332|Before the servants, whom she knew had wrought 30332|All things for her, to this end; and many one 30332|Came every man to greet her, but no one did 30332|With so much faith as she was in his mind, 30332|Nor would she have them fear the Gods to hear. 30332|Then at the table was the king seated 30332|With the good Queen; and Gresh, her kinsman dear, 30332|Came up, and also the good King's brother, 30332|And many a man from lord to captain high, 30332|The courtiers all, and those whom ======================================== SAMPLE 27110 ======================================== 1719|And the great heart of God that is a man's 1719|Filled with hope, and fear, and hope of glory, 1719|That is a flame that a man's voice should hear. 1719|And the night's heart is a man's heart that listens, 1719|The night's heart is a man's heart that listens, 1719|But the heart of the night is God's heart that hears, 1719|While the stars are stars that are life's angels. 1719|"O where is the city of the Lord of Hosts?" 1719|Is there any place in the world where men live 1719|Whither the heart of a hunter goes riding 1719|Boldly and straightly from the hunting-ground, 1719|Pierced with the arrow of his soul, and made 1719|But the thoughts which in the city of the King, 1719|That city has sent to him--the thought of thee-- 1719|But the thoughts which he knows, and the thought of me-- 1719|That city sent him. When I am dead, he dies, 1719|And when I fade, he comes and his name is Death, 1719|When Death comes and when I die, his name is Life, 1719|Yet thou shalt live as I, and know the truth. 1719|"O you who walk before me, look thou, 1719|Look on our lives in light and see 1719|The fount of our mortality; 1719|For we shall see where things are vain, 1719|We shall see where things are true. 1719|We shall lie, and hear the moan 1719|Of all the nations, as we lie 1719|Mute among the dead at last. 1719|In our old grey city we shall build, 1719|And from it shall take life and light, 1719|And through it shall the old grey city 1719|Be ever ours." 1719|Then the man looked on the old grey city, 1719|And his eyes were filled with tears. 1719|And he said, "O ye dead who sleep 1719|You shall hear our names writ wide 1719|In the long night as we lie. 1719|We lie out of the storm like men 1719|Which heaped the sea-foam up 1719|To the great blue sky, and shall never 1719|Hear the world's voice again, 1719|Or see out the darkening street, 1719|Or see his wife and children pass 1719|Like men who saw the sun. 1719|We shall lie out of the light, 1719|Like men who gave our hearts to God 1719|And who have given their best; 1719|Our bodies shall lie black and shrill 1719|In the cold wind at the back of death, 1719|Our souls shall lie in the dark, 1719|And the old grey city we shall leave 1719|To make a new grey city, 1719|And one of which the King of kings 1719|Shall never be lord. 1719|"O ye who stand at the far end of the world of souls, 1719|Look on our lives in light, 1719|And in your life look back, and in your life be filled, 1719|For we are the sons of the wind, the winds of time. 1719|And we lie out of the wind like men, like men lie out 1719|In the bright rain; 1719|The old gray city we shall leave, our lives shall change, 1719|Save that we die young, 1719|And the old grey city we shall leave to make 1719|New grey cities, and one with us shall stand 1719|Who shall stand for aye. 1719|"And we shall make with hand and hand, O my soul, a new world, 1719|And the new shall be as old. 1719|The old grey city we shall make anew, and one 1719|Shall stand as a lord in the new, 1719|The old grey city and the new grey city, 1719|And the old grey city shall be ours. 1719|Yet we lie out of the light all day 1719|In the grey wind at the back of death, 1719|And we lie all the afternoon long 1719|When life is done and the days pass. 1719|And we stand on the hill ======================================== SAMPLE 27120 ======================================== 1745|In that bright assemblage, as in a glass 1745|Vouchsaf'd to look on heavenly things, and know 1745|The Spirit of God; or as the sun doth show 1745|His solemn head, and in the west descends 1745|Thick-blazing, to wax daily younger and less bright; 1745|Till Initiation in his brightness stood 1745|Father and Son, and dimness of the Word made known 1745|And manifest what name they choak'd for themselves. 1745|No cloud in heav'n, nor twilight Shadow broader made, 1745|Shroud'd in appearance was that blessed Pair, 1745|Until they choak'd their Praises, which themselves 1745|Companion'd sweetly, kiss'd Handsores and Handores, 1745|And into words their affection made return. 1745|He ended, and the glorious Martyrdom of EVE 1745|Open to his eyes discover'd, and display'd 1745|To ABRAHAM and JACOB, whom heav'n heard, 1745|And from the splendor these his voice forth throw'd 1745|Chorused and endued more sweetly than eloquent. 1745|"O thou, the sweetest of all pleasing voices, 1745|Who choak'st thy lips in earnest, say, who fan'st 1745|Thy five fire-flies in Eden, which so near 1745|Our village we remote, and hear'st the tread 1745|Of other, better spirits; say thou, who 1745|In secret with our pris'ners doth abide, 1745|If this, or a similar dream, be wake'd 1745|Of others; or if more than one intrude 1745|To our dark natures darkness, and unveil 1745|A shape or vision, that we close refrain 1745|Attentive to, and not open field of jousts. 1745|For sure, as from a dream a man wak'd, 1745|So heav'n itself rebuk't, so freewill 1745|We seek novelties, and not in vain; 1745|For he who to our sense will prove, as man 1745|Mak's inward sight, so seeing will be seen 1745|In outward, which must concreate his state. 1745|Let them strive, vain-gladsome to invade 1745|Our native walls; our strivings are in vain; 1745|Our bright and ample land contains them all. 1745|What if the proudest piles and towers arise 1745|Of modern man, with length of honoured name, 1745|Push to the light, and blush beneath the ray 1745|Of thy clear eye, Ancient of Nations! they 1745|That in proud bravois, and in cap-tricks wou'd 1745|Of Indian, or Arabian sages, rise 1745|Majestic, and accursed, if their piles high 1745|Assault the skies, or if unnumber'd tombs 1745|On rocky throats, or mounds rude and vast, 1745|Offer a soulless sight, their memory tell, 1745|Obamalta, and their tomb one ruin tremor. 1745|Thus let us sue; what harm, what dissipation 1745|May spring from thy simple conversation, 1745|And from the ease with which we dine 1745|On simple viands and delect a meal 1745|Of parsley and ditts, which, while we dine, 1745|Sweeten and enrich the stomach, and make 1745|Dry-wittl'd sleep rever'd; the drowsiness 1745|And drowsiness of indolence, that brings 1745|Chrism and talismans to mind, to shun 1745|Their use from every vaporous thing: 1745|While thou, indigent, sit'st, and from thy scroll, 1745|Which thou with frequent sloth ensample'st, 1745|Awhile with pompe does sit uninspired; 1745|Then, sitting, runs thy reckoning o'er 1745|After a ruin, if a ruin there is, 1745|That of a woman destroys. Onely thou 1745|Of all the world, art now so fashion'd, 1745|When as a man, grown grey, thou still dost mire 1745 ======================================== SAMPLE 27130 ======================================== 1365|The time was, and the place was the wilderness. 1365|And that is the reason of all our sorrows here, 1365|And the reason the King has made us wanderers. 1365|He has been a wanderer with the tribe of Levi, 1365|And he has brought with him the spirit of flame, 1365|And all its strange passions and all its fears; 1365|But all of that we have not known, nor will know 1365|Until our souls shall seem as torches shining 1365|Throughout the world, until our bodies cease 1365|To move and feel, until our souls shall seem 1365|Like a pale cloud in the midst of a sea. 1365|But still we wander here, O Gomorrah, 1365|With the fear of the old world in our hearts. 1365|And ever we walk here, as men walk here, 1365|Pale for weariness that cannot die, 1365|For the old world that shall wane and pass away, 1365|And be as nothing what it hath been. 1365|But O my brothers! when the world shall wane, 1365|And the old world shall wane and pass away! 1365|O my brothers! when the old world pass away, 1365|And be nothing what it hath been, 1365|I cannot give the old grief away. 1365|But I can give the old gladness, for I feel 1365|I am happier in my sorrow. 1365|There is joy in the darkness of the night! 1365|There is gladness in the darkness of the night! 1365|Here is light and the shadow is gone! 1365|And the light is more bright and the shadow is gone 1365|And the gladness is more complete. 1365|Ofttimes when my spirit walks alone, 1365|On the mountain's silent, misty crest, 1365|While the sky above it shines like day, 1365|How I think of Gomorrah, which stood 1365|On that height, and felt the wrath of God! 1365|How I think of Gomorrah, with flames 1365|Up-thrusting from its iron sides,-- 1365|How I think thereof! To-day I walk 1365|In the wilderness, with eyes blind, 1365|Alone, with nothing to watch or hear, 1365|In the shadow of Gomorrah. 1365|And the darkness is complete and blind; 1365|And the light is quenched forevermore; 1365|And the gloom of that desolate place 1365|Is o'er time and nations forever! 1365|I am weary, and the night is long. 1365|It is seven years since I went away 1365|To battle with the enemy, 1365|Seven long years since I was driven back 1365|To fight with Judah and not fight alone! 1365|I am weary, and I feel myself 1365|In such a strange and strange affection. 1365|I am with the enemy, 1365|I am here among them, 1365|But I will not die, nor yield. 1365|I have no hope, no desire, 1365|And yet I love them! 1365|I saw the city and heard the trumpet thunder, 1365|The march of Israel marching in array, 1365|But the battle-banners on their banners were 1365|The bloodstained banners of the Lord! 1365|And he has raised his hand a lightning-bolt, 1365|And lightning has come down and touched them and bled! 1365|It has touched them--for they are but clay. 1365|"He is no coward!" the brave prince exclaimed; 1365|Shame, the very name evoked his cry. 1365|His hand swept forth and struck the banner up, 1365|And lo! it was the Lord of Hosts! 1365|And the conquerors cried, "For thee, O Lord, 1365|We have no conquering fear!" 1365|Then the prince laid his helmet on the plain, 1365|And wept, and smote his breast! 1365|For he had loved the Israelites like brothers; 1365|They had loved his people for its land, 1365|And for his cause; and now he was forsaken, 1365|His cause forsaken forever. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 27140 ======================================== 42058|With tears upon her sad and sorrowful hair? 42058|O, with the wail, O, with the solemn wave, 42058|How I did weep again, that I should thus 42058|Rejoice so much, and yet lament the day! 42058|"Oh, come, sweet Love!" I said, "come with me, 42058|And bring us to our hallow'd abode, 42058|Where all the long-drawn years that pass away 42058|Are sweeter for our sighing and our sighing." 42058|I would my love were here to-night, to-night, 42058|To-night, to see the sweet birds make a din; 42058|They say there is no room as yet for him, 42058|And they have lied withal, my own true knights, 42058|Till they come here to greet the wedding-day. 42058|Weeps he? the earth is dark, my love, 42058|The wind is wild, and blaws in vain, 42058|And dales and hills lie dazed and numb, 42058|And manes of gold are all ablaze 42058|Amid the snows of winter days; 42058|The red deer' feet are shod with white, 42058|The wolves' have crept among the brake; 42058|The river runs a blood-red flood, 42058|Its waves a blood-red river flow; 42058|The red deer' bleating is unmeet 42058|For his bright eyes of amber light. 42058|He sees not moon nor star; 42058|He hears no voice nor sign nor sound, 42058|Of bird nor human voice or cry; 42058|And all his life is like a sigh. 42058|He will not sing, he will not stir 42058|To bird that twittering springs are nigh; 42058|He will not seek his tender nest 42058|When spring begins to stir and sing; 42058|Nor will I ever tell him when 42058|A new-born Spring shall cross my sky, 42058|No sorrow shall be his when I do so. 42058|I see him in the darkness grow, 42058|Yet I, my Love, shall lie asleep 42058|Beneath his strong white arms he hung, 42058|With a faint trembling heart that know 42058|That life and sleep but part this one: 42058|And he will lie upon my breast, 42058|And sleep till earth is full of snow, 42058|Till stars grow cold, and earth, and sea, 42058|And every bud and every bloom 42058|Is covered by the wintry night, 42058|While all is dark, save that where 42058|The morning breaketh first he lies 42058|And seeth through the silence darkly. 42058|I will not wake, O Love, 'tis well, 42058|I will not wake and weep and wail, 42058|And all night long until the dawn, 42058|And all day till the morning bright, 42058|I will be still, and listen and pine, 42058|And yet no voice shall e'er beguile 42058|My hopeless sorrow that he sleeps not: 42058|And I shall know no other bliss 42058|Than in my arms about his waist. 42058|For he is dead, my Love, and we 42058|Will see him soon in the bright west, 42058|Fair as a bud that starts to blow, 42058|And strong as a forest oak that is. 42058|And in the way the snow lies deep 42058|I will find him, and he will take 42058|The cup he loved, and fill it up 42058|With sparkling morning wine amain, 42058|And set his finger high and dry, 42058|And say, 'Sweet, sweet, sweet, my love,' 42058|In a whispering voice that cannot speak: 42058|'O, love me, love me, love me, sweet.' 42058|I would no longer bide 42058|But fled, oh, fled away. 42058|The snow was lying hard 42058|On the moor, the mist was flying, 42058|And coldly at my side 42058|A child sat safe and still, 42058|Whose hand I could not grasp, 42058|Whose eye I ======================================== SAMPLE 27150 ======================================== 615|I fear my name may not be known by fame 615|To all the world; I fear 'twill be forgot 615|By those whose valour, in this combat sore 615|Might have been worthier than life's slender fee 615|For death of knight, and what I have not done; 615|The least we can -- a single fault and nought 615|In me, would stain and darken all the rest. 615|"I deem this deed by me with fear is done; 615|That I in martial field might not have done, 615|If I had not by the gentle maid been slain; 615|But in no other wise than to have fled, 615|If that her death had been the price I owe. 615|Her death I would not have; for that might be 615|Destruction to her virtue, as it is. 615|"I might be slain, nor then I had not suffered, 615|But for her virtue, as I ought would be 615|The death of her to which I owe myself. 615|And much I hate that she, who has made fair 615|Youth evermore, should make it otherwise: 615|I could have done it if I had had the will 615|To try that virtue which so many call 615|"If ever I be called upon to die, 615|I shall be well; for in another guise 615|I will myself that office perform, were sure, 615|To make this death the price I pay; for she 615|So often has the sweet and gentle maid 615|To death, and will of this have grudged pain." 615|Then spake to him the warrior Marphisa: " 615|Since we have parted our esteem has grown 615|And changed my friend; since she so meekly stooped 615|To his service, and as good as dead, was I. 615|"And I will not again to her agree, 615|Who more than once makes use of her as weed 615|For weeds which other plants should never flourish. 615|But if she live, she live on honour's side. 615|For her to make me her loyal ortic maid, 615|I toil not for myself alone; but only 615|For her my heart's desire and her content; 615|And from great times to times the price I pay, 615|To take that love away which she alone gave." 615|Marphisa in her speech, with grief and fear, 615|For him and hers is overcome with dread. 615|"What I have done (she cried) I shall not do, 615|Or else the price to me will you assign. 615|And, that I may as much her deed surpass, 615|That which she does was when she was my wife: 615|She only will I not refuse to do." 615|So said she, and upon that mighty sum 615|Bespake her: "I will not from all my will; 615|I will not so forsake her, that from you 615|I cannot escape; for I can take no more, 615|For what thou askest me to take away, 615|And I that love, I well will make her know." 615|As soon as they have weighed her words and prayed, 615|Marphisa, by more tender friendship's spell, 615|Consenting, makes a pledge to swear by Heaven, 615|Her father, and her mother and her all, 615|Shall never more see sight of her alive. 615|And if she deems that with the matter trained 615|She has been thus unweeting, she is sure 615|To leave such bonds together, as appear 615|The best and purest of all bondsman's ties; 615|But only him the gift that he bestows, 615|Whom she from love the gift will never know. 615|He, to behold him in this guise and show 615|The fault with which she to him did swear, 615|Was in more danger than to live or die; 615|For if he could not find a way to show 615|His pity for her misery, it would fail 615|To vent itself on any other head. 615|If, as he deems, she now bethought herself 615|Of that first oath she inly swandered told, 615|He bids the maid farewell; for the stone 615|She had on foot left over there beside, 615|Will make him safe by the following day. 615|-- He next demands she show herself ======================================== SAMPLE 27160 ======================================== 30332|Or I myself were lying with her there-under, and the old man who 30332|he meant to be my lord and master still, 30332|In the light of his glory, and the eyes of a great king who had 30332|not lived yet. 30332|Then I cried aloud in my heart, "My lord, if I be not as a child 30332|or a maiden, but as a mother and friend, and thy servant, surely 30332|then come we to a feast: and surely I will help thee to drink 30332|wine of my lord's wine, till all thine eyes grow dimmer, but I 30332|will be thine attendant at thy bidding." 30332|Then he made answer, "I will drink to thee, and will give thee 30332|wine from mine own vineyard and from thy dear hands." 30332|Then again we sat and wept together, while the old man 30332|held his head upon his breast, and his eyes were fixed on the 30332|darkening of my dream, and I asked my master whether this, 30332|well-nigh the turning of his life were good, and he said, "Nay, 30332|I think not so, if it be good indeed." 30332|Yet was there nothing at all beside, for I went to the house 30332|and came back with them both, and there was my father sitting 30332|sunk in the midst of his cattle while the old man was 30332|holding the wine and drinking; and the old man lifted the young 30332|brother, and then his eyes were all down on my younger son, and 30332|with an awful voice he cried, saying, "My young son, why is it, 30332|somewhat, forsooth, that thou art here? and thou knowest not any 30332|thing about it; and surely thy old father would never leave thee 30332|but if something indeed hast thou done, what should it cost thee? 30332|Therefore, forsooth, come thy way, and answer for thy father's 30332|flesh-deeds in the halls, and take good care never on that day 30332|they should thrust thee in the fire." 30332|Then my master answered, "Why, then, wilt thou die there, and 30332|come weeping to thy father? Is not even that the better life? 30332|Yet, if thou would'st have thy father, take the old man's life, and 30332|take the young son's: thou art not of his children, and for 30332|sooth, he is in God's hands, who can do what he will. And if 30332|thou would'st have thy mother, and take her life, and bring 30332|to thy father's house, and tell it him what the words they 30332|asked thee, all his grief will soon have nought to do with him: 30332|and though it be not well to answer thou wilt not say thou 30332|wastest. But if thou hast slain thy father and asked no more 30332|to die of the evil fruit of thy sin, go not to the grave 30332|with him, but bring thy mother there, but make no further 30332|appearance, and let thy father know thou art not in his care. 30332|Then the good father arose and answered, "Why, child, hast thou 30332|in the house a devil put thyself among men? Come now, 30332|now, let the evil fruit of thy sin fall upon me, and let me 30332|and all the days of thy life. But that thou mayst answer 30332|for me ere the night come on, thou must take the old man's skin, 30332|and take his eye-balls to the darkness of the house; and in 30332|day-time keep close to the doorposts all the old men's bones, 30332|where they lie upon the hearthstones, and thou must set thy 30332|shining feet upon the fire to smite them with steel." 30332|Then I, "Wretched man, for pity's sake and for life's sake, listen, 30332|and I will do thee not so much good, but for thy sake I will 30332|ask no more." 30332|Then the good father arose, and looked at me and spake, "Lo, why 30332|wast thou done this thing? why dost thou even talk ======================================== SAMPLE 27170 ======================================== 2997|"There are people on the island, 2997|In her grave-yard dwelling, 2997|Who are dying, 2997|With the same black face as this 2997|That he saw yesterday." 2997|But the lady raised her head 2997|From the sofa and looked round about 2997|Then at Marston: "Did Marston call?" 2997|"No," he cried, and held her to his arm. 2997|"And I don't like her, I--like his; 2997|And he's not to blame. 2997|"And then that he said so mild 2997|Was the very same thing 2997|As the dreadful thing! 2997|"And he'd not have said it, I should swear." 2997|"And then he asked a trifle 2997|In a gentler tone; 2997|But I feel, sir, that you ought to know, 2997|There was no gentler thing! 2997|"There's one in the parlour there. They said 2997|'Tis a woman; and they saw the same, 2997|And so are women still." 2997|"Then, he is a boy," said Marston, 2997|"Whose mother's in the house? 2997|I don't understand." 2997|"They can say what they like. Of course, 2997|A woman's got to make the bed 2997|For a man at a ball to be found 2997|In the room of a guest to-night!" 2997|"And he's not in the house when it's played 2997|Nowhere near his bed!" 2997|"Yet I have heard him say it!" 2997|Marston, the man of sense, 2997|Crisp-throated with a sort of pride, 2997|Crying, "I can go home once!" 2997|"He's in the house in the morning," 2997|Came the answer. "Yes, sir, and he may! 2997|And the lady is gone!" 2997|Marston went back in the dawn's sweet light 2997|To the cottage she shared; 2997|But he came home in the evening's pall 2997|With the dreariest despair. 2997|"I must tell her that I've come," said he, 2997|"I must tell her of that bird." 2997|"How can I tell her?" 2997|"You should not say 'How can I' to her, 2997|Of my being so great!" 2997|"I can tell her," said he. 2997|"But I don't mind telling her 2997|That I have come home again!" 2997|"I will let you alone! How could 2997|That ever be, sir?" 2997|"Then it cannot be done!" said he, 2997|"So it must not be done!" 2997|"Well, then," said he, 2997|"I don't mind telling her that I've 2997|Come home and won a place!" 2997|"I do not care how," said he. 2997|"Why, it won't make a little bird 2997|Go anywhere, sir!" 2997|"Then it must not be done!" said he. 2997|"And it cannot be done!" 2997|Marston, the man of sense, 2997|Flushed with wrath, and spoke. 2997|"If you let them stand," said he, 2997|"I shall sue for another one!" 2997|"So you sue," he said. 2997|"And I sue for one that has flown 2997|All this time, sir!" 2997|"Yet you keep her, too!" 2997|"Yes, that, sir," said he. 2997|"I'm sorry," said he, "but that's 2997|No great matter to me." 2997|"Well, then, I sue," said he; 2997|"Oh, but the other, sir!" 2997|"Why, that doesn't make any more 2997|Ripples at the edge of the sea, 2997|As it does for me!" 2997|"Why, indeed it does," 2997|He answered. "But why bother? Why 2997|Be ======================================== SAMPLE 27180 ======================================== 2863|There shall be no sound but the sea's, 2863|And we'll sleep when the night winds blow 2863|With the sun. O God in mercy, 2863|Somedeal, dull-eyed and stilly, 2863|That we lie in the land that bore us 2863|So many sorrows. 2863|I don't know how, I don't know why - 2863|It may be I'm bewildered, I may be 2863|Wondering what this is, if it be the right, 2863|The old, old mystery. 2863|A little thing there is that stands apart 2863|From the world's great world of furs and papers, 2863|As you'll see. 2863|I know not what it is; for, after all, 2863|I'll never have it: it may be the worst 2863|Of all my works. 2863|I knew not I should have to tell you this, 2863|But then this tale you hear,-- 2863|This tale of the old and dying mystery, 2863|This mystic world of furs and papers: 2863|How the tale begins, I'll let you hear and write, 2863|For you shall know it better than I know it yet. 2863|A little thing there was, 2863|A little thing like a bird at spring. 2863|And aye the moment it had fled 2863|The wind, the wind, 2863|The wind, the wind, swept by 2863|And made of it a voice that sang: 2863|"It is the winter time, 2863|Where I am lonely, lonely, 2863|Since I was born." 2863|A grey old songster 2863|Had crept into the ground 2863|Among the daffodils. 2863|A wind came sighing 2863|Across the larch and pine, 2863|And the songster stood alone 2863|So still in wind and sun. 2863|A black carpenter 2863|Gnawed slowly through the moss; 2863|A grey old songster 2863|Was crouching there beside him. 2863|And a grey old songster 2863|Sighed low, "Thy child is dead-- 2863|Thy child is dead. 2863|"The black carpenter 2863|Gnawed through the moss, 2863|And thought he heard him say, 2863|"Oh, daffodils are flowers, 2863|And I will make them gay 2863|To honour the little child 2863|Who died so long ago." 2863|Oh, little thing, thou art 2863|A thing to be hidden well, 2863|And never, never, to be seen 2863|Before thou art so small, 2863|And then to melt from thine icy sleep 2863|And steal to some fair face 2863|That we shall never see 2863|Again. 2863|"The young green leaves" 2863|Thou art a thing that we can hide and keep, 2863|And never, never to be seen again. 2863|And then, at last, when thou art grown to be 2863|A thing to be envaded and set free, 2863|And the wind has blown on thy snow-white wings 2863|And thou art wandering the green-wood paths, 2863|Then, dear little thing, thou art truly free 2863|From thine icy sleep, 2863|And a bird will stand, with a kind young eye, 2863|Thy child is lying beneath the bough. 2863|"I was afraid" 2863|If thou had died, I should have been afraid to raise 2863|The flower that covers thy brow. 2863|Oh, thou art lovely, and bright, and sweet, I know; 2863|I know thou art not afraid to be free: 2863|Thou art not afraid to lie alone 2863|With thy cheek in the sun 2863|And thy eyes open upon the light; 2863|Thou art not afraid to look upon light 2863|And turn from the world all the truth to find - 2863|For thou art not so afraid 2863|That thou shalt not make me afraid to die. 2863|When thou art lying so still and quiet 2863|I ======================================== SAMPLE 27190 ======================================== 28591|The night is cold and dark; 28591|I ask myself, "What is the matter?" 28591|And answer, "It is the Lord's will." 28591|What ailed the weary feet sore tried to walk, 28591|Slow and sad, in haste and pain, 28591|When, lo! the night is bright and the road is wide 28591|And they see in the night's calm something bright? 28591|What was it, the thing so much loved and cherished, 28591|The dear and lovely sight? 28591|The bright and lovable thing--it was Love. 28591|How can I doubt, when Love and Love 28591|Have known each other for such many a day? 28591|They wander and dwell everside, 28591|They bless and they curse; 28591|The star-shine clings to their cheek and eye, 28591|The snow shines on them, Love; 28591|Their hearts go out to and fro, 28591|With warmth and quiet and delight. 28591|With Love at one with all at hand; 28591|They love no other, no, not one. 28591|"My love for thee," she said: "Thou'rt all 28591|That's best to be loved for;" 28591|And from her dreamless breast 28591|The secret of Love went forth: 28591|"I love thee, my love for thee." 28591|They know not, they dare not ask, 28591|In sorrow for her pain and loss, 28591|How it came to be a part 28591|Of that deep agony, 28591|To them it was the dark, clear dawn 28591|Of Love that was not God. 28591|But she whose soul has heard the word 28591|"My love for thee," she knows the answer, 28591|She cares not if the way be sad; 28591|It is the Lord's will she knows. 28591|They see themselves in that small child, 28591|They know they are so strong. 28591|Their heart-strings in a sinless nest, 28591|Their faces bright and green. 28591|"My love for thee," she said: "Thou'rt all 28591|That's best to be loved for." 28591|As though they heard a sound remote, 28591|Or heard a light of dawning light, 28591|They seek this new day. 28591|They love their lives of life for her, 28591|But she hath other loves, the pure; 28591|They know not of such things. 28591|"My love for thee," she said: "Thou'rt all 28591|That's best to be loved for." 28591|Some day God will send the storm 28591|To pierce and pierce that she has known; 28591|Some day God will send His day 28591|Of dreadful and intense pain 28591|For her, who waits in his dread flight 28591|To be, yet is but a little part 28591|Of that great light. 28591|Some day, when all earth's flowers are shed 28591|And all this earthly bloom is dead, 28591|This earth will give them back again; 28591|This earth will give her life again 28591|In that great love, 28591|A living world, where each may be 28591|Part of that joyous heaven where God 28591|Hath placed the Bride and bridegroom, 28591|God's own Son. 28591|Then all in joy they lift her to 28591|The holy and unfathomed bliss, 28591|And in their love are soothed and sped 28591|They stay to pray the Lord be kind, 28591|And pray for her and for them 28591|The end, that, when they die, 28591|She whose face is turned to His 28591|Might hold His heavenly place. 28591|I have a little gray dog; 28591|He is my only friend. 28591|He does the best he can, 28591|And he goes to bed with me. 28591|My dear dog, if you see him 28591|Keep close, for you will know 28591|That you must leave him to me, 28591|And I will make your rest. 28591|I want to make a song. 28591|I ======================================== SAMPLE 27200 ======================================== 1280|To leave the place of work like that. 1280|They were in London, as a rule, 1280|And they got married, got divorced. 1280|Now one was here, and one was there. 1280|And yet I am sure 1280|There never was a case in town 1280|Where one came back from London with a scar 1280|In her breast, in exchange for the girl who had gone. 1280|But this was one that I know 1280|Of the olden times, and one that is still; 1280|And there it is and there it shall remain; 1280|So I never will take issue 1280|Upon this or any other question. 1280|THE HAPPY PARENTS of the present and the future, 1280|The grand-parents who will have in store 1280|The years of your child-soul, the hours of your life; 1280|And you shall enjoy the children's pleasure 1280|(Though some I have known have been spoiled by fate). 1280|How happy is he 1280|In a house with no other one but his mistress. 1280|He cannot earn any money 1280|To give her pleasure in life, or the strength of his mind. 1280|The women, then, the girls, he may know so well 1280|Are as near related to his heart then life to his mind. 1280|And thus the father of his children may be 1280|In truth the highest and most tenderly human,-- 1280|A man who, having done almost what he has not done, 1280|Remains a hero 1280|Even when he has done nothing, a man who has done well: 1280|A human being made divine by the union 1280|Of the mother with the spirit, an emotion 1280|Like the mother-spirit of the father. 1280|THE old man has a dog. 1280|I don't say I know where, 1280|Only he has a dog. 1280|It is the most polite dog 1280|In the city for the most part. 1280|And I see him in the street every day: 1280|I see him on this street, 1280|I see him in the next street, 1280|While out in the country on street by himself, 1280|A man without a dog. 1280|THE old man has a friend. 1280|Yes, and the young man who lives in the next room-- 1280|A man without a friend, 1280|In a house with no other but her. 1280|That is the dog that I believe I will keep on the door, 1280|When the poor man is not at home, 1280|With a friend in the house, 1280|And a dog on the door-sill. 1280|MY friend and I, in spite of the weather, 1280|Haven't had much of a rattle since a lad from Southsea; 1280|But I'm sure that in our old age 1280|We would rather 1280|Sit at the table and enjoy ourselves 1280|With a glass of whisky 1280|Than go to bed in the dark. 1280|I THOUGHT when I was a boy 1280|That I should be a man, 1280|And of the country and of the time. 1280|But as I got older, I grew more religious; 1280|And even in youth I could not stay in the city. 1280|You see that thing called Liberty 1280|I saw as a child 1280|At the foot of a great tree. 1280|But when I saw God's people 1280|I was amazed. 1280|And then I thought I should be a man 1280|With a country and a time. 1280|A MEMBER OF THE CONSERVATORY (A short 1280|Hymn in Memoriam) 1280|Thy hymn, O Jesus, comes 1280|As a tribute at the grave 1280|Of some friend of thine 1280|Whom I used to hear sing 1280|And was used to see, 1280|A country life, a music and a story 1280|In the city of the Lord, 1280|The days when a man would be 1280|Lived again in the land 1280|When I could go there. ======================================== SAMPLE 27210 ======================================== 5185|With the maiden, Osmotar, 5185|To my own father's dwelling, 5185|And to Lemminkainen's fireside. 5185|When the maiden, Osmo, heard this, 5185|Hearing this she hastened hither, 5185|Hither hastened lightly bounding, 5185|To the home-fields of her parents; 5185|But she did not enter thus, 5185|For a flaw was in her footsteps, 5185|In her heart a stumbling-block, 5185|And her steps were broken living; 5185|She departed from the mansion, 5185|In her heart a stumbling-block, 5185|And her steps were broken living. 5185|Osmotar, the hostess' sister, 5185|Was in deep perplexity, 5185|Spake these words in troubled accents: 5185|"Why is not this accomplished? 5185|Why this trouble wasting ofttimes? 5185|Why this will be a disaster 5185|When a young and innocent maiden 5185|To the home of her birth and matrimony 5185|By a hero's hand is taken? 5185|Took she by force the virgin, 5185|With the hand of a blood-devourer, 5185|Gathered food of primitive marriage, 5185|And the white skin of her flesh accepted. 5185|"O, thou hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Thou the handsome Kaukomieli, 5185|Ancient host of ogresses, 5185|Do not seek again the wilderness, 5185|Far away, the dreary war-fields, 5185|Do not seek again the arrestment 5185|Of your sister's father's mansion, 5185|Of her father's home and dwelling! 5185|Near the glassy, yawning river, 5185|In the forest's iron bosom, 5185|Like a red and beaded salmon, 5185|Climbed the hero of the island, 5185|In the wind-swept forests, Limnámor. 5185|Swept the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Through the waves of the raging torrent, 5185|Trembled and shook upon the billows, 5185|Swept and writhily through the waters, 5185|Swept without a rest or ease-point, 5185|Swept within a second, perhaps a third time, 5185|When he hears a tap at his entrance, 5185|Hears a stumbling of his shoesheels; 5185|Saw he wast the door a-opening, 5185|'Omotator," says the maid of Pohya. 5185|"Is this the way I must conduct thee, 5185|Open to me the gates of entering, 5185|O Knight of finest voice and valor, 5185|How shall we pay the wager heroes, 5185|How the minstrel thus presents his/her weapons?" 5185|Thereupon young Ilmarinen, 5185|The magician, knew the words and passed 5185|Through the portal of Pohyola; 5185|Came to pay the prodigals 5185|Gratitudes to Ilmarinen; 5185|When the prodigal women bowed them, 5185|Looking to the magician, 5185|Stretched their willing feet to greet him. 5185|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5185|"Great the need of trusting heroes, 5185|Needs of young men the hearty eating, 5185|Needs to be believed in weaker ones." 5185|Thereupon the young men blessed them, 5185|Believed the ancient Wainamoinen; 5185|Fell the snow in the blood of Suomi, 5185|In the ears of women, loppets, 5185|Lowered heavy baskets in the catbird's nest, 5185|Fell the heavy burdens on the shoulders, 5185|Blessed again the warriors, 5185|In the camp-fires of the Northland. 5185|Now the young men fall in murrain, 5185|Covered o'er with snow their bodies. 5185|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5185|Looked upon the coming heroes, 5185|Spake these words in meditation: 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 27220 ======================================== 1279|And the next that comes to my mind, 1279|Is the day the warld's stream was flowin', 1279|And the bonie bairns came to woo; 1279|And the first that I chanc'd to hear, 1279|Was the sweetest that e'er com plie'd, 1279|Was the gowd-u'lar lad that sang, 1279|In the bravest, sweetest way. 1279|Then I thought of thee, thy dear lad, 1279|And this was the sweetliest that e'er I heard; 1279|For ere that night the warld through, 1279|Was my dear lassie's "Let's dance till day." 1279|She's gane to Kankakee, and there 1279|The lads were dancing wild and free; 1279|It's no their fault, it's mine to blame, 1279|For when my dear lassie came hame 1279|Her heart it was far too meikle. 1279|Oh, had she been braave or had she bin, nae doubt, 1279|I'da court-martyre'd had she been no merrier; 1279|But a wee bird has twitter'd in the dingle, 1279|And that's the reason I'm now suspect. 1279|Hee's awa hame, he's awa hame; 1279|Hee's awa hame, he's awa hame] 1279|There's muckle heather on the hills; 1279|There's muckle heather on the hills; 1279|There's muckle heather on the hills, 1279|And muckle heath on the down, 1279|That I've seen the sweeat of Heev'n, 1279|With billet hame furnisheth fast 1279|Hee's awa hame, he's awa hame;] 1279|There's muckle heather on the hills, 1279|There's muckle heather on the hills; 1279|There's muckle heather on the hills, 1279|And muckle heather on the down, 1279|Whilk bleaching still in profusion, 1279|As the staun o' sic hazards, 1279|In the dale sae fainter, 1279|Whilk nowhere gives the kye harm, 1279|As the dale sae fainter, 1279|Whilk bleaching still in profusion, 1279|I'm gien a' the advice o' th' doctor 1279|Nay, keep your dules and d----s, 1279|I'll be gaun to yon heath-braes, 1279|As the dale sae fainter, 1279|Won't ye gang frae yon heath-braes, 1279|As the dale sae fainter, 1279|Ye'll gang frae yon heath-braes, 1279|Auld Lang Syne's come owre again; 1279|I raxit up wi' envy, 1279|I raxit up wi' envy] 1279|Auld Lang Syne's come owre again;] 1279|The brocht is wale wi' bairns sae blear, 1279|It's a' to keep the kye alive, 1279|The brocht is wale wi' bairns sae blear, 1279|The kye is auld, &c. 1279|When I think on the scenes that once 1279|I fondly remember; 1279|When with the youth that was my friend, 1279|I gambol'd aye in greenwood, 1279|And with the maid I lo'ed last May, 1279|To droukit in the laurel, 1279|I can't but love the olden scene 1279|And the old heather, 1279|When I think on the scenes that once 1279|I fondly remember; 1279|We wander'd side by side, 1279|We knew not what our fortune was, 1279|No fancy of sin bar'd us: 1279|No fears oppress'd us; 1279|No sorrows shook us, 1279|In life's gay chariot 1279|We soon had trod heaven; 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 27230 ======================================== 17393|_Bib. iii._, _v._, _o._, "benevolence" are _used_ _to render_ 17393|A goodly steed, _says_ GARTH. 17393|If, _surnames, names_, 17393|Thy son should die 17393|By cannon-ballance, 17393|By some _barki_ fate, 17393|His ashes be _gilt_: 17393|He shall not want his dust 17393|In fields where cows 17393|Dethrow out their branks 17393|From sun and shade and hail. 17393|The sanguine sky 17393|Shall mark his name 17393|To cheer the mourners: 17393|With the _gleaner_, _morn_ 17393|Shall stand the _grudge_ 17393|Beneath that _bunkicheck_, 17393|_Thy_ name shall be 17393|The _bacon-apple_! 17393|The _mushrooms_ are _glean_, 17393|And the _frossells_ of _cannikins_ 17393|Shall be the _bread_ 17393|Thy daughter and _kin_ 17393|Shall make for _him_: 17393|_Waters_ of old 17393|May be_ 17393|_Bib. iii._ _v._ "with the grass on." 17393|_Bib. iv._ _o._ "for the eyes" 17393|_Gib. v._ "with her feet." 17393|_Chrysoprebeus_ is _v._ "from Chrysomon." 17393|_Phœbus is derived from a Greek root _mṓthos_; and, in the present verse, 17393|_Aquam jacet in pilos_ 17393|_Quæ est in pilis, quæ est pilis in pilis_ 17393|_A little fowl_, 17393|_Who will not, and will never_ 17393|"Where the great ships go, 17393|Be they ships or tars or ships, 17393|I'll be first in the water, 17393|Be first in the water; 17393|While the little fowls swim 17393|And the bees go by in a humming-hump, 17393|And the great ships run on for ever, 17393|And the water's only the wind for my sake, 17393|And only the wind for my sake. 17393|Where the great ships go 17393|Be they ships or tars, or ships." 17393|A young man walks on the sea, 17393|With eyes of frost and hair of snow; 17393|He holds the water close and brave, 17393|And all are lost in his embrace. 17393|A young man walks on the sea, 17393|And, looking up, he sees her fair; 17393|His eyes are icy like her hair, 17393|His hands are in a sea-mew's nest. 17393|With the great sea before your face, 17393|And little waves that whirl and break, 17393|You must rise in the hour of pride 17393|And clasp your lover's waist. 17393|But while you're pressing your love so fine, 17393|A wind on the sea will blow, 17393|And the sea-bird's wings will waft you home 17393|Where the little waves go crashing past: 17393|_Hark! the little waves run past!_ 17393|There are few verses anywhere so stupendous, so grandly grand 17393|as the last third of the "Victory." I don't mean 17393|the eighth or so of the book--that house and gardens are so 17393|near and so dear that I could reach to the back end 17393|of it with a careful step, and then find an empty 17393|hectic, and so halt my progress in mid-way. I would take a 17393|better step, for I could see my lady. I might catch her by 17393|the skirt, holding her arms out. I could swear I could see 17393|her mouth, with her eyes open, and--"I'd love to kiss 17393|him if he gave me some of ======================================== SAMPLE 27240 ======================================== 1365|And a light shines in the darkened room 1365|Which contains the ancient relics. He sees 1365|And he cries out, in emotion, "Oh! 1365|That was a beautiful story!" 1365|The old man is sitting on the floor 1365|In a corner, a few moments since, 1365|With his pencil on his knee; and at his side 1365|Is the young man, his friend Richard, 1365|Who comes in to listen to the music 1365|Which the old man so kindly is rehearsing. 1365|The old man, at first, seemed to forget 1365|That the young man came with an earnest look, 1365|And began to tell him of his journey 1365|From Rotterdam, and the dear old home, 1365|Wherein he had spent his childhood years; 1365|And the old man told him, without delay, 1365|That the new poem, in all of him, 1365|Was a very nice "Rough Guide" to Holland, 1365|With "tales" of fairies, goblins, elves, and sprites; 1365|And that no one in all Rotterdam knows 1365|The "Rough Guide" and the "Ride," until now. 1365|And the old man, with his eyes so full, 1365|Cried in his deep emotion and ecstasy, 1365|"My sweet children, listen to that story, 1365|Which I, my children, and I thy children 1365|Have heard and read, in a strange "Rough Guide"! 1365|But the "road" has become so long, and the way 1365|So difficult, that my companions must stay 1365|Till we reach the next village, and wait 1365|To hear the news of us. I must take it slow, 1365|For my tired heart is all too full of rest." 1365|And he turned to the next village, and said: 1365|"Good people, in this village I have seen 1365|Many things, yet I never have heard told 1365|Of anything extraordinary or strange; 1365|And this is the reason why, as I hear tell, 1365|My companions have stayed in the other village." 1365|Then to the people of the next village, 1365|Toward the end of his story, he said, 1365|And with tender feelings and sorrowful air, 1365|He wandered along the village ways, 1365|And with tears in his eyes told the sad story 1365|Of that strange country and the awful people; 1365|For now the little children were aflame 1365|Of gazing on the ancient relics, 1365|And said, with a pleasant chirrup, "He may 1365|Be speaking to us of his country's home, 1365|And how the fairy folk have lived there long, 1365|And how the fairy songs they have sung 1365|Have made them happy and contented folk!" 1365|The old man, so tired of his story's length, 1365|Stretched out his arm, as he turned from his story, 1365|And gave a longing look at his people; 1365|And softly stretched out his arms to his children. 1365|And they all went together into the village. 1365|And when the evening wakened from sleeping, 1365|And the early sun shone from Yule-day through, 1365|The old man rose up from his table, 1365|And he walked in the market-place, and he sat down; 1365|While with his hat tipped back, while with his gipsy-cap 1365|He gazed upon the folk that went out of town, 1365|Until the rest of the people came homeward, 1365|And so he sat down with his hat on his back. 1365|Then he came by the table and he sat down, 1365|And looked at all the folk that had gone home; 1365|And he smiled to see the children peck the berry-bush 1365|O'erhead in the meadow-land. 1365|"Now they have gone, and it is time for sleeping; 1365|Now is the time for slumber and rest; 1365|I wonder which one is the prettiest, 1365|And which the choicest and sweetest?" 1365|Then the old man ======================================== SAMPLE 27250 ======================================== 36954|A man who is so perfect in his way 36954|A friend of some many years will say 36954|_He's_ just no good. 36954|A man who has been so much his friend 36954|Will tell you "I don't know what he's like," 36954|But who can tell 36954|A man what to do? 36954|The poet's friend is never quite 36954|His own creation; when he tries 36954|They just don't go right: 36954|He cannot teach the way he finds 36954|The spirit of each man to grow 36954|To his degree. 36954|He is but a child who makes 36954|A playmate's name a truant brand. 36954|And when he falls, we all rejoice; 36954|We know what he was, with his ways 36954|Too far from right; 36954|And for his friend's sake 36954|He's always careful to keep 36954|A close eye on him. 36954|If in his life he has offended, 36954|And his friend has done him harm, 36954|It is most unfortunate sight, 36954|But to him no grief, only pain! 36954|A man whom one has known so long 36954|Does it seem somewhat strange to see 36954|That such a one should fall? 36954|The man who knows him well is right, 36954|But he will go astray, if caught, 36954|At some very slight mistake, 36954|And then grow as he came to be! 36954|He is of the lowest order here, 36954|I have known an abler man, 36954|To whose failure I could trust 36954|A friend for help, in times like these: 36954|But he will be the same again, 36954|And we're bound to know it by and by. 36954|The man himself is very wise 36954|When his life gets him into trouble, 36954|He'll go about with his head bent 36954|And try to be what he was before; 36954|And we can only blame him, pray, 36954|But blame the time he was born! 36954|If he seems to be the man he should be, 36954|And does his duty, then he is, 36954|And does his duty gladly and alway, 36954|And none the less he's that man still. 36954|But if no friend is at hand with him, 36954|And he turns out a fool at last, 36954|He has no friend in earth or heaven, 36954|For none the less he's fallen--and oh! 36954|We must be much more careful what we do. 36954|'Tis folly, even if we think it, 36954|To find a man whom one has known 36954|Just in the very beginning-- 36954|Who has never been of our kind, 36954|Yet holds on by just the same. 36954|I remember at my mother's knee 36954|The woman who began her work, 36954|And I was pleased to find her gentle, 36954|But had a longing to see 36954|What would a mother's skill have done? 36954|I saw she worked hard, but did not mind 36954|How she made things to make them young; 36954|I saw she knew how to do well, 36954|And to keep things looking trim and neat; 36954|And all her life, I thought and said, 36954|She never spoke but what was true. 36954|At last she asked me to sing for her, 36954|But I only came to hear her talk 36954|About sewing, and about her cotton; 36954|(I thought I ought to help her out); 36954|I saw I could not never be true, 36954|Yet I helped her and didn't complain, 36954|All for the pleasure of her speech; 36954|I only wished to be an aid 36954|To put her child-like pleasure in. 36954|So, in my song, I give my best. 36954|You shall not doubt if I have told 36954|What I have known and felt myself, 36954|And though I might dislike it much, 36954|If it would make you happy too: 36954|If you would be a mother ======================================== SAMPLE 27260 ======================================== 21004|As he gazed down to the fern-covered lake that night; 21004|So, dreaming deep that night, he said to me: 21004|"When I am far away, I'd like to speak to you 21004|In the cool and the fragrant night; 21004|I'd much like to say:--_'How can it be that I 21004|Can so lovingly leave you in my place, 21004|When the world looks so gray and full of wrong?'_" 21004|There's a place in life where every new friend seems 21004|To him a new-created being; and he waits 21004|In fervid reverential awe to claim that friend, 21004|Nor breaks his faith to meet one he cannot trace 21004|In sight of or in heart of any living thing, 21004|Till in his mind's eye he comes to know him straight. 21004|It is a city of people who never change, 21004|But who, throughout good and evil times, are kind; 21004|Who toil and suffer and grow good unto the last: 21004|'Tis a city they could not leave alive, 21004|Nor would beget a wicked, selfish son. 21004|And so his conscience makes him wait a while 21004|Till he may stand by that soul of which he's the 21004|And that soul has not the least pretense of love. 21004|They are not so far from him as some are: 21004|He's the greatest Father in the widest zone, 21004|And they live--not for themselves, but for their child. 21004|They do not boast of wealth, of greatness of age, 21004|But there's a wisdom in that wisdom which lies 21004|In living out their true self with unselfishness. 21004|They are so wise, so subtle, so sublime 21004|That even their best-loved friend forgets his fear 21004|To tread the earth in darkness, when the dawn 21004|Of their eternal day shines through the skies. 21004|That man who knows them must be living right! 21004|It was a sudden thought that took all his life: 21004|The time had come for him to take his leave 21004|Of his young home, of mother and of friends 21004|(Though now in lonely nook he lolls alone), 21004|Of the new world and its ways, and its new ways' worth. 21004|The years were many that had brought him life 21004|In rich and lasting treasures: there he stood 21004|In the bright sunlight of this summer day, 21004|Whose radiant fires could never waste a day 21004|To the cold glare of new-fashioned sunshine. 21004|He was not strong or wise, but he was still 21004|A little child, a little child with heart 21004|Of childlike tenderness and trusting love-- 21004|A child of all the future in his sight; 21004|And there he stood, for a moment, joyous 21004|As the last sunbeams of the sunset gleam 21004|On a blackening summits, or as the last cloud 21004|Flies away with its dark rainbow on its breast. 21004|The child in him was born to live the livelong day. 21004|And so he gave the old world to the grave; 21004|And the old world, in giving, gave what grace 21004|In that brief moment was it to have brought 21004|So keenly his young heart of life, in turn, 21004|The faith that now his heart with love was fraught, 21004|The faith that made him the best that it had borne. 21004|The world was good and well and fair 21004|Ere she began to speak: 21004|She made his home and set his foot 21004|In her fair feet on grass. 21004|She was of all the best 21004|And only men all women known, 21004|But most beautiful as well. 21004|She was his love, his best 21004|And only joy, she told. 21004|He had no word to say, 21004|But all her sweetly, all his breath 21004|In rapture seemed to be. 21004|The great, swift world above 21004|That day was bright as a wild bird's nest, 21004|With n ======================================== SAMPLE 27270 ======================================== 1852|At times, when all life's pleasures had passed away. 1852|He never failed to answer her every whim; 1852|And at all times,--like his life himself,--he smiled. 1852|His fondest hope was that, one day, by night, 1852|The girl should be his true bride. He sighed for days, 1852|And still was very sad to find, each day, 1852|That she had made, through him, no consummation. 1852|And thus, through many months and years, his love 1852|Was boundless; no doubt it cannot be said 1852|Of mortal men which way its course is bent. 1852|But, as a friend, he always strove to aid 1852|The one in whom he felt most hope to share. 1852|"I had rather he should feel that I knew 1852|That the girl was most likely his, than that 1852|She knew of other hearts than mine, and thought 1852|I had not a friend in existence, but her. 1852|That she had no more than myself. 'Twas better, 1852|To him," said, in the autumn of '68, 'he should find, 1852|While the girl was still new to life, and unknown, 1852|That which his own life would not have counted fair." 1852|"To be sure," said the poet, "I can give no reason 1852|Why he had such a hope. I know not that I 1852|Have known him, nor have he, nor can ever know. 1852|I can but say that he saw, in a way, 1852|A glimpse of another woman, I confess 1852|This he dreamed of; and so, when I saw him first, 1852|I thought the same, and so, on nights when I said, 1852|'Ladies, I love thee?' he obeyed me." Then, 1852|"I can but relate, that I never saw, 1852|In his eyes, nor felt in his features, yet 1852|A trace of that which the poet has told you 1852|Which the girl could so ill have been." 1852|But the poet had said it--the dream 1852|Was true--yet the hour of his life's opportunity 1852|He did not realize. Thus far he had been 1852|A victim to ill-fortune. He had made a 1852|Poor house a home, and had grown poor by 1852|Living without his girl. 1852|"And he lived 1852|In that house with very little hope of his 1852|Endearing; and there, in his youth, he had suffered 1852|From few friends. 1852|"He had none. 1852|A friend. I remember his friend would take me 1852|O'er the road to the library, and say, once, 1852|'Come, dame, and be courteous; 1852|But, my dear young man, attend not to friend with 1852|Friendly looks! 1852|We are coming; we have done with all but love.' 1852|And as he spoke, he would stand out in the 1852|Mountain road to the library. 1852|"I remember him talking to me in the 1852|Dark, in the spring-time--the one who had invited 1852|Me to come back to that house as a guest, 1852|And had asked, too, for some one else, and another 1852|Could, it being so late, he might send for me soon. 1852|At that time I have not yet come to myself, 1852|Though I know I am waiting. He would ask then, 1852|As his friend, ere he chose to see me, who I was, 1852|And for what I had done: but, at that time, 1852|I was mere girl--young, and poor,--and, therefore, 1852|None knew me. Thus he would talk with me then. 1852|I will not tell you what happened then, Sir; 1852|I will only say that, when I went on board 1852|And made my way to the library, it made 1852|A light in my heart not of itself a thing 1852|Of life, but of pleasure: for in this place, 1852| ======================================== SAMPLE 27280 ======================================== 2732|When this is done, as it ought to be, 2732|Then you can always blame the man, 2732|If he's lost his head, and can't keep it. 2732|But, don't look so gay, I pray, 2732|Because this day marks your thirtieth year! 2732|The day that sets my thirtieth year, 2732|In every word and action, note, 2732|And every act and thought and deed, 2732|It will find me like the day before, 2732|When all my years my age prove half-way, 2732|And, as my age increases, so does my age! 2732|And then, and then, and then, I must exclaim: 2732|'Alas, and alas! what luck for me! 2732|I found a child at twenty-one,' 2732|While at twenty I found a man at thirty-nine! 2732|I'm a good deal aged, I must own; 2732|And old as is the King of Heaven; 2732|Yet my soul is youthful as the morning, 2732|And as the morning it seems to be. 2732|I'm a bad man, you'll agree with me, 2732|But, as my good character can tell me, 2732|I was once a happy child, I hope! 2732|And as a twelve-year-old I hope to be, 2732|When I'm thirty the twentieth in Heaven! 2732|As a good man, like the King of Heaven, 2732|As a good child, like the Queen of Heaven! 2732|I will not seek my grave, nor go, 2732|Where I know I shall not find my child; 2732|I will not seek my grave, nor go 2732|Where I know I shall not find my child; 2732|It is better far to make 2732|As little fuss as may be, 2732|Since nothing spoils one in Heaven 2732|While one is living on in age; 2732|Therefore I leave Heaven with but joy 2732|And with but sorrow (for it be 2732|A sad thing to mourn, or do 2732|Nothing of importance, or seem 2732|But to be something nothing)--to be 2732|Just the same as, or not so different under Heaven. 2732|"Thy name is Truth and my name is sin; 2732|To thee I am indebted; 2732|I pluck the fruit, and to thee I give 2732|Seed time and trouble; 2732|I pluck, and re-prize one kind with another; 2732|I sell the harvest, 2732|And on the market-box I put the grain: 2732|What profit have I to my own? 2732|What profit to me, or what to mine? 2732|I should not care, but that I know 2732|That what I do for profit grows not so; 2732|And the more I suffer the less truth will gain. 2732|The flower-pot that I set aflutter 2732|Is all spoiled, it's fragrant, and all done! 2732|The rose is dying, the rose the same, 2732|While the same old flower hangs up in the same place! 2732|Why my child should suffer, know you not 2732|That the flower-pot I set aflutter 2732|Is all spoiled, it's fragrant, and all done? 2732|So I tell thee, so,--I am wiser, 2732|Better by far. 2732|I can paint a better picture, 2732|And the fault is not mine: 2732|I am better, not a little, 2732|And my heart is not all gone. 2732|If my story were so far gone 2732|You wouldn't notice me, 2732|But I paint it much too well, 2732|And the same old flower hangs up in the same place. 2732|Who gives to you all you drink, 2732|Or who gives to you all you eat, 2732|Or who guards the door from you, 2732|Of all walls by light and love? 2732|Or of all doors the light, 2732|To guard the door? 2732|I am all that you are, 2732|I lift it higher than you 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 27290 ======================================== 3650|So let's not waste our time 3650|'Gainst such trivial matters; 3650|Let's think of something high and nob, 3650|And praise its greatness gratefully, 3650|And think of nothing else. 3650|This is the duty--to be. 3650|I'll think of nothing else. 3650|I don't like politics much, nor do I pretend to 3650|understand"--I'm not going to read any more; if I do, 3650|do not mind; I don't think I should,--so don't mind if I do. 3650|It is a very serious thing to be "just told what he thinks"-- 3650|"I don't see why you should," said a young fellow was saying-- 3650|"it is only a thing you can't get over and forget." 3650|At this, the young fellow who was saying started to cry-- 3650|"I won't go home to my mother and tell her all about it-- 3650|I don't care, if I do--I don't think I will!" 3650|You're not a fool, my friend, do you? 3650|We boys have been through some very strange things together. 3650|One of us went a-huntering 3650|With the first band of soldiers from the front." 3650|Said the other: 3650|"That is not the case, but to say it is not the same-- 3650|I have not been hunting with the men from the front." 3650|And the first boy in the room, the cheerful one, answered him: 3650|"It is not the case, but the words that you say are not the 3650|same--I have not been hunting with the men from the front." 3650|And the other boy said: 3650|"I don't see why you should, if you don't get it straightened, 3650|There is so much more to it than just war; 3650|You are only a lad, you can't do as much. 3650|Don't be so quick to make a fuss; 3650|I like you." 3650|What can it matter if he said it, 3650|This same-aged man? To him it was always "I'll try" 3650|For "I won't," and anything less was "what about?" 3650|Don't be flippant--nothing can bind 3650|This young heart any more than war. 3650|He can think of nothing else than war, 3650|It is only a question of feeling strong. 3650|"Why isn't it the worst?" said a young fellow 3650|One day to me--my eyes were crying-- 3650|"I will tell you as I truly feel: 3650|I like you." 3650|So he said that, but he was only mad, 3650|I'm not sure whether he really meant it 3650|But a man's heart, when he has gone before, 3650|In a few short sentences makes the way seem long 3650|For the other young folk in the room-- 3650|A good heart, a good heart, 3650|"I want to be good," said a lad one day, 3650|"My mother will always think me rude." 3650|But a few years have gone, old mother lives 3650|And is pleased with the compliment, 3650|For old mother's eyes are fond enough 3650|To see me smile, though my heart be sad. 3650|Yet I have sometimes thought, as I see old mother's eyes 3650|Have watched me at the windows lately, 3650|"When will you put your foot down, old man, 3650|And make me know what I am about?" 3650|A hundred years has gone--and left 3650|Old mother contented and in health, 3650|For the good eyes have let her have 3650|What they did not once allow to have. 3650|I don't know; but I feel, when I think, 3650|I ought to be good, and I don't care 3650|What they said of me when I was born. 3650|So I'll not be good--I'm contented; 3650|I think I ought to be good, I don't know. 3650|"God give you my sword-- 3650|God give you ======================================== SAMPLE 27300 ======================================== 17448|We're gaun to get a stent, 17448|But I wish I had a bac\uance 17448|A feller's _loon_! 17448|I'll ne'er ca' a loon 17448|Wha is sae chabby to begin; 17448|My wife's bac\uance a feller's _loon_! 17448|I'm gaun to see mysel! 17448|Auld Scrivener, his wife an' a' were caught and hanged for 17448|they had stolen valuables which were hid in the house of an 17448|undeserving youth--so what d'ye say, was the verdict! 17448|But then, the devil was worth while and the others were pitiful, 17448|and here's my opinion. 17448|He was the youngest, _so_ clever, and he was the happiest, and 17448|a' this was his wife!--but I'll let that, my poor wight, for a 17448|trav'lar lie! 17448|An' when he'd daffad come, he brought a fine wife, and that was 17448|the end of him! 17448|And as soon as their first wife drooped, they all started for the 17448|lawn. 17448|But alas! poor Scrivener, his wife an' a' were caught an' 17448|they all were hanged on a' the head for life. 17448|This was the story of Scrivener, his wife an' a' were 17448|he hanged for stealing valuables sae dear as mysel! 17448|"Sic a wife," auld Puck cried, wha was stourin a wife 17448|He'd stolen nae valuables. 17448|But Scrivener, his wife an' a' he was, for wha could turn a 17448|different way, 17448|He fled to the mountains, an' bade auld Puck tell it to his 17448|"Sic a wife," he said, an' "sir," quo' he, "an' what ye mean by 17448|You'll come to yoursels, an' I'll tell it to mysel." 17448|So Puck did as he was bid and fled. 17448|"By God, what a pair of wight!" quo' Old Puck, ae day 17448|An' aye for the joy of his bride, 17448|For he had robbed out of hand her youngest, his three young 17448|He robbed them of their valuables sae dear as mysel: 17448|An' she, the only one of them left, 17448|She came to his bedside, an' told him, 17448|She got him, he had stolen a ha'f-een-year-old, 17448|Snorri Ouse from Och! 17448|He's ta'en for his own a child for the last time an' the bairnie 17448|He's ta'en for his own a child for the last time. 17448|She wept wi' anguish a' her mother an' aften said, "My bonny bairn! 17448|He was aye the oldest in the cot, as I've heard tell. 17448|Now, a' in the wood and in the dale, 17448|With a' things to do, auld Scrivener's aften seen, 17448|But weel I remember the wee black dell 17448|Where he lived, and the way he waded. 17448|Nae cot were there but the woods and the wild-wood and the 17448|mountains an' the glens, 17448|And the sun on the meadows an' the fields an' the hills, 17448|The bairns we left wi' our hame in! 17448|"An', now," she says, "sir, I've got to take a wee, wee nap, 17448|An' I've had my sleepin'-case set about, like a crum stack, 17448|'Till my auld legs wad get a' rambling." 17448|Sae I ken that ye're aye a fool enough, 17448|Sir, in my hame ye never mair hae been, 17448|Though ye own it, ======================================== SAMPLE 27310 ======================================== 1008|That, going, he had gone so wide, that one land, 1008|Another sea, and heaven's wide field extend. 1008|He with this portion of his guilt offends, 1008|When he insists on calling it the world. 1008|Because that creature from its natural home 1008|Within the holy gates of heav'n arrived, 1008|It shunneth all easily that pleases thee. 1008|That very gate, by whatsoever name 1008|Thou call'st the wide road, is by that circuit barred; 1008|Thou therefore seek not that, which led from heaven, 1008|And not by circuit other come then to that part. 1008|"But who art thou that hast thine eyes directed 1008|Us to the town, as if beauties were all? 1008|It is the love of common good, whose might 1008|Hath led thee. What if I myself declare, 1008|'It is vanity that hath led me astray'? 1008|Thou hast in sooth seen your lamented deer 1008|Beneath the echoing mountains lame and blind. 1008|The world, which I in this deep anguish behold, 1008|Rots in its roof, and one man corrupts all. 1008|Therefore if I should speak the truth, it would 1008|Task all my breath with sighs, and prove to me 1008|Contrition ever on my failing course. 1008|The world, therefore, whoso finds its wisdom 1008|E'en to its detriment, saith 'a vain praise.' 1008|This too will stir our wonder: for who can shun 1008|A world, that cannot touch him with its jagged lance? 1008|Not long we stay'd questioning, ere the points 1008|From which we reasoned returned, were ripe for speaking. 1008|When we had of that knowledge reached to tears, 1008|We part we said: "It is enough." Then on he fares, 1008|As wolves that huddle, and are himself the rout, 1008|Although the forest holt behind them thick, 1008|Because the shepherd knows the general sound; 1008|And, as the hound stands full behind the pace 1008|Noistes and Pierides, amid the rout 1008|The stragglers themselves, and not the sense he has, 1008|Speeds him from country to the river-side. 1008|As on a galley's collapsible flat 1008|The creaking road ispiled, Warden and crew; 1008|One hand the mast with its feet grounded lies, 1008|One round the foot the dust gathers fast; 1008|While ever, as the ship rolls, this way and that, 1008|Dashes the smouldring steam off with her teeth, 1008|And into Ashford's and Blackwall's gale 1008|Rushes the dashing surf; so from brake and bridge 1008|Shrieking arose, and stamped the shuddering Muse. 1008|Onward we pass'd, she utter'd on to which 1008|The wisest course of inquiry would turn. 1008|The first cave show'd fruitless searching; then we 1008|Enter'd the second, and M. Aubignascu 1008|By stealth, as I was kneeling by the pillar, 1008|Encountered. He somewhat towards the entrance 1008|Were retreating, turning him to the left, 1008|When I, approaching, said: "Benedict, what! thou 1008|Art erect and hovering?" He: "Feed me first 1008|Of the bitter blood, and from that dust cleanse me 1008|E'en from my body; then shall my prayer thee 1008|For awakening as from a coma, 1008|And to thy true Lady turn." I spake few 1008|And fervently, for to speak I had no stay; 1008|And he, who from the body had before 1008|Beaten me, } 1008|Like a new hen, that on new grounds springs forth } 1008|And sparseth herself with minish paketh, ======================================== SAMPLE 27320 ======================================== 8672|But a sweet lady with the smile of a daughter 8672|Sits by the fire by the side of the kettle, 8672|Bending her head upon the tea-pot. 8672|I watch the bubbles when the kettle swings, 8672|And the bubbles like little dancing maidens chase 8672|Around the lid of the pot of tea-time, 8672|And there in the sky, by the whirl of the kettle, 8672|Gleam the stars on the waters of the stream. 8672|The sky is like the tenderness of love. 8672|The house I see at once, that I must leave, 8672|Is like a garden of flowers and summer showers, 8672|With lovely things that one would love at sight. 8672|There is the well, the mill pond, the river banks, 8672|That dance upon the water and turn and dance again, 8672|And there is the apple tree the light flows through: 8672|There is the tree that looks on the lake, 8672|And there is the cot so small at first, 8672|With mosses underfoot and flowers white; 8672|And there is the apple tree that stands, 8672|And the apple tree that droops its head; 8672|There are the hedges and apple trees 8672|Where the bramble buds and blossom blows; 8672|In the hedges and trees there is the nest 8672|Where robins build and chirps of spring, 8672|And there are the rooks who croak and call 8672|When the lark leaves her mate in the nest. 8672|The field is the world for me to see, 8672|And how the daisies spring up in the sun, 8672|And there's the apple tree that swings, 8672|And there's the apple tree that swings again; 8672|And there's the patch of hay where the oats grow, 8672|The grass and grass-bloom that's new when the hay's made, 8672|And the hay in the haystack, and the grass on the door. 8672|There's the patch where the sweet-boots hang, 8672|Where the cheek sings and the foot is so light, 8672|And the apples come out in snow-white hues, 8672|While the sun makes the blossoms shine. 8672|There are all those small birds that make a merry chime, 8672|And the garden is full of their tinkling song. 8672|And the little brook by the tree, 8672|And the little river by the wall, 8672|Their magic words bring to me 8672|Like notes of a wild harp's play, 8672|And a change of feeling every hour: 8672|When I gaze on everything, 8672|I feel that God is good and happy still, 8672|And every day I think God's life is good, 8672|And every day my mind is glad 8672|Because I trust, and because I know, 8672|And that no life is dull, and that I am strong. 8672|Come live with me, 8672|Down by the garden gate, 8672|In the shady nook, 8672|Where the clover grows, 8672|And the pear and plum; 8672|By the dear old tree, 8672|All around the pool; 8672|Where the lark, the squalling pigeon, 8672|In the branches cry; 8672|And hear the cricket chirp, 8672|And the frog's dip. 8672|Come live with me, 8672|Here 's good wheat, 8672|Canned beaded honey, 8672|Potatos, strings of oranges, 8672|Sugar beets, 8672|All the other things 8672|That you eat; 8672|When the cold snows come, 8672|Come live with me, 8672|Follow me every day 8672|Round the garden yard; 8672|Till the grass is green, 8672|You may stir and play, 8672|And while we talk dance and sing 8672|Round the old tree; 8672|Till the little brooks flow 8672|Over the pails, 8672|And the rain comes pouring down 8672|In the hole. 8672|All your play ======================================== SAMPLE 27330 ======================================== 1382|Than the air we pass 1382|Or any light beyond 1382|Of that far blue. 1382|For that far blue was drawn 1382|And that far blue remains, 1382|The soul of man 1382|Still needs to grow 1382|As the sea grows 1382|Far as is his might, 1382|The sea that makes our way, 1382|To the far sea. 1382|And we that tread it still 1382|Still feel his softness touch 1382|As in sun, when we 1382|Wander down sunsets dim, 1382|We pause on hollow toil: 1382|And in deep thought he lifts 1382|The sunlit waves and leaves 1382|Their dark on rocky ways, 1382|To a far golden sky; 1382|The sea of us he heaves 1382|A soundless heaviness 1382|All round us; while he shakes 1382|Our heart with a fresh glow. 1382|He is the skyward face, 1382|The face of life, that goes 1382|Onward from the mind, to light, 1382|The light of minds; not light 1382|That makes to feel the earth 1382|The burden of the clay. 1382|Who are these that do not die? 1382|The light that breaks and shines 1382|In this great universe 1382|Of the vast heavens, that bend, 1382|Like firs of a tree, 1382|To the soul's uplifted prayer; 1382|Or the sun? whose fierce rays 1382|Burn through the clouds and seek 1382|The hearts that they might burn; 1382|The light of sun and star 1382|To the high hearts of men, 1382|That see Him not, but 1382|The soul, and the light 1382|Of every spirit there, 1382|Lets its own light grow 1382|To a star. And this is He. 1382|And the soul and light are one, 1382|Like light and soul in thought. 1382|The stars are all as light: 1382|We need them not. The stars 1382|Stand still before the great 1382|In that eternal state 1382|In which heaven and hell 1382|From earth are merged, and all 1382|Is one supreme mind, that breathes 1382|The soul that is not of earth. 1382|Their breath 1382|Is something of life in air. 1382|Light winds that are not dead 1382|Make the deep sea of the soul 1382|To breathe and move therein; 1382|And there is life in them, 1382|Which is not light breath and not light. 1382|The soul, the light and light, 1382|Are one in us: one in the air 1382|As is the sea, 1382|And they are not by their birth 1382|As are the trees, and sun, the firs, 1382|And the waves of all the springs, 1382|That are not born of earth: 1382|And they are these as the man 1382|Is one in us. One with the light: 1382|One in the mind 1382|Is one at the heart. 1382|Not of the world he knows, but the self: 1382|A soul with soul, a light with light, 1382|As is the sea, and that as flame 1382|With flame may be. 1382|And he that is of one in all 1382|The self and life, in the self and life, 1382|May feel the life of things. 1382|So, when the night is over, 1382|And the soul's fire is spent, 1382|And a light, that hath passed, 1382|Shines on the eyes of man to be, 1382|The spirit dwells there 1382|In a place that is not dark, 1382|Where his soul hath found rest 1382|For a weary mind, 1382|As in the day. 1382|The soul hath rested from a long 1382|Long pilgrimage, where souls might err; 1382|His pilgrimage is ended, 1382|His resting-place is near. 1382|A spirit in a spirit is; 1382 ======================================== SAMPLE 27340 ======================================== 1004|That, following this lustre, is in a mirror seen, 1004|In place and time, throughout eternity. 1004|But these things are as burnished in light as gold, 1004|In the expanse of heaven, which is the mirror of God; 1004|And in that region there is no abyss, 1004|So that from thence no vision of the abyss is; 1004|Nor any barrier, that it be not shown not. 1004|And hence in regard to saying that a vision is 1004|There is, in that part of the compass which revolves, 1004|As little as a single step may be allowed, 1004|For as the step is from pole to pole, so from thence 1004|There is no passage through the mirror, unless it 1004|Be given in infinite regress of time. 1004|Even as I speak of this, a new necessity 1004|Dissimulates the world, so that, as time goes, 1004|New necessity doth loiter here a little. 1004|Long as the love of good in the paramours 1004|Of grace is overflowing of such mammoth size 1004|That nothing thereof can be supplied, naught 1004|Is outside the will that there below requires, 1004|No, nor is it there, unless it be not breathed. 1004|And thus it is, that in the radiance of this 1004|There is no vacuity upon the side, 1004|If I may deem it otherwise from sound 1004|Of your discourse, that men so hold together. 1004|Now if the perfection of the mind be such, 1004|That it can penetrate this inane and dense 1004|Equal among the stars, how great must be 1004|The perturbation in the case, when the eye 1004|Strikes on the scale, and see how vast the periplu 1004|From yonder shining bodies, which above 1004|All their decrees are consonant with it! 1004|And this is what your knowledge pleases best, 1004|Let it enhance the pleasure in our speech, 1004|Nor any part withheld be unto us 1004|Of the subject given by your conference!" 1004|Whence, not once or twice replying he was mute, 1004|But in strict fairness exact, and clear, 1004|Listening my Leader, who was signified 1004|By the serene sovereignty of Saint Paul, 1004|And I by that integrity of his, 1004|Through the whole field of such exactness, 1004|That nothing whatsoever here is wanting; 1004|Nor is aught needful whatever he says, 1004|If thou regard the grain, which stands so high, 1004|Nor for the straw, which doth tempt the fall, 1004|Hast thou the bridle-rein nor for the spur. 1004|Therefore he who comes to such conclusion, 1004|Seems something to be grasped at more near, 1004|If it be said of him who is foremost, 1004|Seán himself was foremost of his clan. 1004|But since some little space is granted us 1004|Here and there, in telling that great truth, 1004|The space already given us is overflown; 1004|So that to speak shall be too severe, 1004|Nor can I go a little further a word; 1004|The mind which is most irresponsive to it, 1004|And that doth least resistance to the heat 1004|Goes foremost in this warfare, if I separate 1004|That from the other parts the cold extremity, 1004|With which I have already spoken long. 1004|Thou mayst remember, if this truth thou liest, 1004|How at the baptizing they transferred me 1004|To the abode of the good Medore, 1004|And from Medraina, at the bridge's head, 1004|In seeing of the cruel cruelty 1004|Which there committed was, and was repented not, 1004|The people hardened their heart against him, 1004|In seeing of the cruel excesses 1004|By which atting of people he was affected. 1004|Now, that thou knowest how greatly was the fault 1004|By which the people hardened their hearts, 1004|A sgall we view increase upon increase, 1004|The more that to ======================================== SAMPLE 27350 ======================================== 19221|Then tell us thou what death is this," 19221|"There was no death," said Juliet; 19221|"This house of stones, like earthenware, 19221|Was all of us in which we died." 19221|"There was no death," said Puck, "in vain; 19221|The house was as we dreamed it, 19221|But in this house there is a face, 19221|That we shall see again when we die." 19221|"There was no death," said Grog, "in vain; 19221|The bird of life, so we were warned of; 19221|The snake, with twenty sting that is," 19221|"There was no death," said Puck, "we all were dead." 19221|"There was no death," said The Shrimp, 19221|"It was no death we all were but one," 19221|"There was no death," said Grog, "we all were but one." 19221|"There was no death, O death," said Puck, 19221|"Not once, not twice, not thrice-a-throuple; 19221|There was no death, O death, we all were one." 19221|"There was no death, O death," said Grog, 19221|"We saw each other still, and knew no more," 19221|"There was no death," said Juliet, 19221|But Puck put out his hand and Juliet smiled." 19221|"There was no death," said Daphne, 19221|"By that strange way, and this strange sea," 19221|"There was no death," said Daphne, 19221|"That I should live my whole life through, 19221|If death could only be so sweet," 19221|"There was no death," said Juliet, 19221|O then we should die laughing, 19221|And living never be done, 19221|With tears upon the rain-- 19221|For daphne we have dying 19221|O, daphne has dying," 19221|When she hath told her death-- 19221|Then we would laugh and sing, 19221|And never part in the world, 19221|For daphne hath dying 19221|O, daphne hath dying," 19221|When she that is no more-- 19221|Then we would die and doze, 19221|And never part in the world, 19221|For daphne hath living 19221|O daphne hath living, 19221|When life is fled away, 19221|And daphne hath living, 19221|When life and love are gone, 19221|And she hath dying, 19221|Then we would die and doze, 19221|And never part in the world, 19221|For daphne hath dying 19221|O daphne hath dying, 19221|When she shall rise again, 19221|Live in our hearts again, 19221|Live on our tears again, 19221|Bear our renew'd pains: 19221|Then we should die and doze, 19221|And live eternally, 19221|For daphne hath living 19221|O daphne hath living, 19221|When she shall lift her head, 19221|Wake us from this drowsy sleep, 19221|From this dull lethargy; 19221|Then we shall drowse away 19221|Our cares from mortal ear, 19221|And slumber as we were dead: 19221|For daphne hath living 19221|O daphne hath living 19221|When she shall sit upright, 19221|Wake us from this lethargy; 19221|Then she shall laugh and sing 19221|With all her loveliness; 19221|Then from feasts and walks of men 19221|She shall let loose all her moods: 19221|For daphne hath living 19221|O daphne hath living, 19221|When she shall mingle with new wines, 19221|Mixing such juices, 19221|That she shall delight the best 19221|With daphne's mingl'd mixtures. 19221|Then we shall sleep and be merry, 19221|Cock'd with sudden vigour; 19221|For daphne hath living 19221|O d ======================================== SAMPLE 27360 ======================================== 845|Beside him in the air-swept gloam 845|A little church,--he heard the peal 845|Of a large, solemn bell. 845|A strange, great chime 845|Fell from the belfry near, 845|And, like a breath, 845|Went to rock the still-waking air. 845|A dim, cool, silver-bosomed church, 845|A lovely church,--what name 845|But would he enter nigh it,--Nay, 845|A bell's far off tinkering,--faint 845|At last the ringing sound. 845|A dim, thin-crescent-liding light, 845|Swift, swift it swept o'er ground, 845|Like a light wind,--he heard it fall 845|From a bell in the church-yard sleep. 845|A cry of joy! 845|It came from a little cottage, 845|Far off, on a lonely soil-- 845|A joy at heart 845|For a little girl, too small to move, 845|And born with no learning, and no home, 845|And none to learn or love. 845|A far, sweet bell--he heard it ring 845|Like an angel in heaven, 845|And felt the rapture of love's thrill, 845|And touched his love's folded hand. 845|A sudden, sweet, 845|Reverie of angels,--faint, 845|Then grew upon him,--his soul, 845|A light and life divine. 845|A joy, a light! 845|It filled the church-yard grass, 845|A light to cheer the dead, 845|And light to the heart-broken child, 845|Whose life-bonds are broken,-- 845|And he awoke, a living soul, 845|And walked and laughed forlorn. 845|He rose, upon his feet, 845|And walked in the light of love's skies, 845|And, as he walked, he smiled and said 845|A song of old delight, 845|All soft and innocent and sweet 845|As the sighs that rise 845|Beside the still, silent stream, 845|In the dusk of the night. 845|And the song that the old man taught him 845|Was "I love you, dear," 845|And the way-worn child that was his only child 845|Was touched with pity; yet, perchance, 845|Some kind thing in him yearned to be loved, 845|Whose face was dim, yet not dim, 845|As the grave, dim faces see. 845|And as thus, day by day, 845|He paced the church-yard way, 845|The darkening face, that had been silent all day, 845|Grew bright with love's clear light, 845|And the white hair, that had been silent all day, 845|Grew dark as the dark blue sky. 845|All that day he was still, 845|For day by day the old man stirred, 845|And day by day the young bride came 845|For the first to bring 845|Her father's hand, and the last word said, 845|And, slowly lifting her veil, she bent 845|And touched the grave man's hand, 845|Till love and pity made him laugh, while they 845|Who were over-wise as he, grew sad, 845|And all the church-yard looked strange and lonely. 845|The grave-man made a lamp 845|Of the wicker basket in his arms, 845|With coals of many dyes he lit it, 845|And, as he blew them on, 845|The flickering light of love and pity 845|Was like the flash 845|Of a sudden falling star, 845|And the church-yard now was filled with light. 845|Then he raised the basket from the ground, 845|And a white dove, like a summer moon, 845|Sailed from the church-yard o'er its placid 845|And silent quiver. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 27370 ======================================== 13650|Lined with all the brightest hues on earth: 13650|All the world is laughing at our ball. 13650|Come hither, come hither, pretty lamb, 13650|And I will give you a piece of gold. 13650|Come, sit down, and I'll tell you a story, 13650|How the stars wink in the sky of high noon: 13650|How the moon shines in the west--in the glow of noon: 13650|How the yellow leaves come and go: 13650|But the soft, cool stars, that twinkle so brightly, 13650|That the sheep must see with burning dimness, 13650|And the bees in the misty foggy dark swarm, 13650|Where they must go home with the sheep to fold. 13650|In the dark blue sky, the stars are shining brightly, 13650|Every leaf is turning a leaf of yellow; 13650|In the misty foggy, sweet foggy weather, 13650|Where the sheep must go and the bees must hive. 13650|The lamb is covered with brown wool, and all is shining brightly, 13650|All the stars are gleaming in the sky of high noon: 13650|But the soft wind in the mist is blowing treacherously, 13650|Where the sheep must go across the lowlands drifting, 13650|And the bee-hives are all still on a slumberous slant. 13650|Come, sit down and I'll tell you a story, 13650|How a great tree fell on a little child asleep, 13650|And lifted him from his lowly bed to the clear air, 13650|And bore him far away where cool skies smile. 13650|Where, far away, on a hill the sun is shining brightly, 13650|On an isle of delight, on the pleasant shore; 13650|And the sheep that wander daily to the far away, 13650|Patter round him, and play everywhere. 13650|Lined with coloured wool of the brightest dyes on earth, 13650|And woven with lovely, golden grooms, with baskets of wool, 13650|And the smell of sweet honey in each basket sweet, 13650|To the little ship that sails so fast and safe 13650|Hath a welcome that no other ship might boast. 13650|In a basket of yellow wool is lying, 13650|Filling all the air with odour, and filling all the hills with bliss, 13650|Filling all the hollow logs with wool. 13650|And it is the great tree on whose mighty arms are set, 13650|In whose strong boughs, the fair yellow stars are curled:-- 13650|O, lovely tree, and fair yellow steed! 13650|He that maketh thee so swift and fair, 13650|That he bearth thy boughs overhead, 13650|And he keepeth the stars in their courses, 13650|And they run like the silver fleece, 13650|But the white clouds are all gathered and hid, 13650|Fleece-gather'd of the wind and fleece-fleece. 13650|He is Lord of the steeds that neigh and neigh 13650|As he moveth in majesty, 13650|And he taketh from the earth a greater gift 13650|Than man can take or learn or feel, 13650|Furnish'd with strength for the mountains of bliss, 13650|Like a great ship that rideeth the sea. 13650|I was born on the morn, and on the vern 13650|My mother filled me with a love of good food, 13650|And water of great price she brought to make cheese, 13650|And apple-wood and apple-wood before me; 13650|Fair were my beds, and by my side the most fair maid, 13650|Fair were the fare I was allowed to taste, 13650|And she my love with tender eyes spake:-- 13650|"Do you love me, my son? 13650|Say then, 13650|Do you love me, true?" 13650|"True love is love without guile!" said I. 13650|Said she: "Who would not love me, true?" 13650|Then she went in haste away, and I was born, 13650|And every year that I was healthy old, 13650|And so old and so fat that I was said to be 13650|Young for ======================================== SAMPLE 27380 ======================================== 26|And to my knowledge he hath no part 26|With thee, or such as thou, or me, or he; 26|For he that doeth and he that doth ill 26|Shall make thy family in everlasting woe. 26|O wretches! have I not sent forth sound 26|And tumult on destruction's wing? 26|O pitiless! O envious! O deceivers! 26|If spirits have the power of seeing, 26|Who made them must the will have felt! 26|How soon our lives must hasten out, 26|Ere help can save us from the tomb! 26|He spake, and to that law, as all his words, 26|Were of himself; and to its just representation 26|He deemed him bound, as to an upright judge. 26|To whom thus Satan with disdainful tone. 26|Thou knowest, how I act; whence first I came 26|In Life, and Beginning; whence I strove 26|In vain 26|To come; and if to know myself was thine, 26|To hate myself, and live for agonies, 26|Were such thing ease, as thou wouldst then have thought 26|For thy self; thus I, to be in vain, 26|Must quit this estate where I endure 26|So many ills, and vain complaints! 26|As things to be endure that I may know 26|Thee always, and the bounty of Thee 26|For ever; not with thee to quit, 26|And go, as thou, to punishment 26|And exile from me. What comprized 26|Or first, this curse, or this blessing, 26|Or thy fair child? Who first, who last, 26|Or last of all thy company 26|Hath dowered thee? He his part hath done, 26|Or in his part hath done so ill: 26|And his shall last; for, when he cease 26|To make feasts with me, thy substance pains 26|Like meat in meatless cages kept, 26|By pining not one of ten, but all. 26|And hath done thus; but that in vain, 26|If he, as here, his temper take 26|And his gone hence, and with his arms 26|Be burdensome still to me, and mine 26|With mine own burden, as it were, 26|He it shall change his course, and I, 26|In pain and trouble, still detain 26|My poor offspring in that prison-house 26|Thy pleasure set on his miseries, 26|Though he his crimes forsake. But I 26|Leave all beside: the more my woe 26|And danger fill, the more I fly 26|Thy wild demands, and thy desires 26|And thoughts allures: all that I can 26|Do, and most beleeue, I shall eschew 26|Worship and thee, both usakes to hate 26|Thy gods, and both to disaffy 26|Thy feigned wrath, and me forwex get 26|From thee no less dishonourable 26|Than either by debate of sword 26|Or field, from thee so many a trip 26|With sea, with sea so many a fire; 26|Nor shalt thou hence left thus lament: 26|But if heaven do ordain thee left, 26|And not, as I, with thee to part, 26|Happier in misery I liued, 26|And feared not for fame; yet could finde 26|A bitter griefe to me oppos'd, 26|To diuine pain of tungeless heipe; 26|And I have founde the like in thee. 26|As when the winde, with sibyl's art, 26|The bee hath over-shadow'd space; 26|He is the bee, who to the sun 26|Hid vp his stedfast steele, till hee 26|The liquid sun in burning rays, 26|Wash'd in his molten semblance, 26|Sudoonly burne with ardent hepes: 26|So me wraught around with thyme, 26|Thy milder sway conceiving me, 26|Thy fair sweet smiles and gentle brest, 26|Thy constant meekness, and unspotted heart, 26|I found thee, and to thee gave me trust; 26|I took thee ======================================== SAMPLE 27390 ======================================== 1031|What will be done, or can be done; 1031|This one must know to-night; 1031|Love and Life have no quarrels, 1031|One another love and know. 1031|This one have I learned to know; 1031|Love and Life have no quarrels. 1031|It's a long lane that leads from Coton to Tivoli, 1031|It's a long lane that leads from Bruges to Sassen; 1031|It's through thick woods that snake between two ledges, 1031|It's through caves that none may enter: -- 1031|Where is she that hath brought all this sorrow? 1031|The sea knows where the treasure lies; 1031|It's at Embourg in the bay 1031|That the Dutchmen keep their fort, 1031|It's at Sem comes the treasure-hunt; 1031|It's at Montbell's castle deep in the fen 1031|That the treasure of all things hides. 1031|Oh, the long, long lane that leads from Bruges to Sassen 1031|To the little town at Montbell, 1031|And up through the rocks to Susskindren, 1031|There's a castle deep in the fen, 1031|Of that there's naught that I shouldn't tell, 1031|For I know where the treasure lies, 1031|The things that I've left behind! 1031|For I've sailed through the waves before, 1031|And I've seen the ships that were lost, 1031|And I've heard the sailors tell, 1031|That the English ships are many 1031|In the ships that were lost. 1031|And as far as Sarzer's Land 1031|There's a castle deep in the fen 1031|Where the Englishmen keep their fort, 1031|Of a castle deep in the fen 1031|That the Englishmen keep their fort. 1031|And you may see the treasure, yes, 1031|As far as Sarzer's Land; 1031|But my heart will break to tell ye, 1031|There's naught that I haven't seen - 1031|But the things that I haven't seen. 1031|For I've sailed through the waves before, 1031|And I've seen the ships of France 1031|That are sunk to these rough seas 1031|As far as Sarzer's Land 1031|That are sunk to these rough seas 1031|Where the English ships are many, 1031|As far as Sarzer's Land, 1031|And with their treasure far and gone 1031|Where are they now but gone? 1031|Oh, well I know where the treasure lies, 1031|Where the English ships are many, 1031|Where the Dutchmen keep their fort: 1031|The fens that none can enter. 1031|It's a long, long lane, my friend, 1031|That leads from Bruges to Tivoli; 1031|It's a long, long lane, my friend, 1031|That leads from Bruges to Tivoli; 1031|But I will lead you back to Sassen, 1031|And it's an easy road; 1031|And I will lead you back to Montbell, 1031|That's the place for me. 1031|For Montbell lies in the Flemish land, 1031|In the Flemish land, my friend; 1031|And it's easy work to me, 1031|Thoroughly to Montbell, 1031|And it's an easy way to me 1031|To make that road easy o'er! 1031|But they call the town Sassen - 1031|And I know it for Sassen; 1031|And it's easy work for me, thoroughly 1031|To make that road easy o'er! 1031|But it's all the same to me, 1031|It's all the same to me, 1031|If it's a hundred miles to Reith, 1031|It's easy still to me, thoroughly 1031|To make that road easy o'er! 1031|So I'll take the easy way, 1031|And it's much easier far, 1031|For the Englishmen are so many 1031|In the town of Sass ======================================== SAMPLE 27400 ======================================== 29357|As we started out to find a beautiful sweetheart, 29357|But the house was so dark, and the land so wide, 29357|It would take a great train to draw her from the door. 29357|It would take four great ships from Vigo to descend on her, 29357|So we loaded the ship with the biggest logs you could bear, 29357|And the logs made the boat so sturdy and strong, 29357|That we made her fast with the logs from the wharf. 29357|Away with the log, we loaded her with more; 29357|Away with the log! It would make for an island 29357|Where the logs would shelter us from storm or for wave. 29357|Down with the log, and with logs load the wharf-rigged boat, 29357|Down with the log as fast as you can to the shore; 29357|Down with the log, and down with the boat by the ford. 29357|We'd gone so long to find the girl in the log, 29357|We almost had her seen when o'er a log we came; 29357|But she'd closed the door, and a light upon the shelf, 29357|And her tail hung down upon the yard so still; 29357|And so we started to find where the other one had drifted 29357|In our search for the beautiful "Flake Dee." 29357|We're now on the shore, we stood upon the log, 29357|We were looking out on a distant watery plain; 29357|We're back now, look, to my little children dear, 29357|That watched beside her, as she stood in the log; 29357|And see on each bare arm, her coat of drab, 29357|And see the white hose of the other she'd lured. 29357|That night, for to make sure she had been drowned, 29357|They stole her, and bound her with straps of leather; 29357|'Twas all in vain, we found her not there in the log, 29357|For we found her with three knots of the tail and less. 29357|We never heard her voice more, and we saw no more 29357|Her white-legged form all bent down on the shore. 29357|But though many and many we've found her foot 29357|Wasting in foam in the watery plain; 29357|And though far and wide, as a matter of fact, 29357|We've found her in all climes, to the sea and the land. 29357|And if, by chance, when at night, they hollo 29357|From the green wood and from the bowers of blue sky, 29357|And if at night from a deep cave she's lured, 29357|And if some night she lies in the log alone, 29357|They must take her to their home, and bury her where they've laid the rest. 29357|And now, the little children who have grown 29357|To be splendid hunters of verdant bushes, 29357|They have built a house, the end of a long line 29357|That never would crumble, I vow and swear; 29357|And if we must laugh at her, at least 29357|Let us at least build it just for the sake of her. 29357|Oh, we have always had a good time when young, 29357|But it was never so with "Flake Dee," 29357|You know the very best of the girls and the rest. 29357|At twenty-three we ran away and we saved a girl, 29357|And that was good fun, as no one in that town can tell. 29357|And who did the rest of the house with us, 29357|Well it isn't just for the sake of the girl, 29357|But it was very well for her, for there wasn't a man 29357|But the rest of the house's full of good fellow's fellows to boot! 29357|The dogs all belonged to mother, 29357|And the cats and the children were her friends; 29357|All the cats and the children were her friends. 29357|And they all said the same to each other: 29357|"Oh, she is far too nice for such a lot!" 29357|But as for Mother, she went and hired a house, 29357|With a lot of its own ground, to be sure; 29357|She and the children were half of a family ======================================== SAMPLE 27410 ======================================== 615|(And not a single chance to aid their foes) 615|He from the dusky mountain-top descends, 615|And, following his dearest duty, makes. 615|But to the mountain's foot the cavalier 615|He so the utmost left, and so that height 615|He deemed was the meanest, and that ground, 615|If need were, the least of all the three, 615|Who sought the town's escape would reach at last; 615|To do which deed, the following night, was bent, 615|He slept the sleep and took his wonted rest. 615|He at the dawn awoke, nor had he stayed, 615|When morning made his visage dark and hoar. 615|For nigh upon the point of sounding earth 615|Forthwith the cavalier he finds his bed; 615|And, to keep quiet his aching head, 615|Went from the world far off; that night and day 615|Were spent in that ill fortress with the six, 615|That he must there endure so much distress, 615|(And this is why he took such pains to sleep) 615|Till the next day which waxed and waked him less 615|Shaken the gate of his dark citadel. 615|Thither, by the road that he had entered, went 615|Two warriors with the day before his feet, 615|To seek a guide of whom he might have need; 615|And there, in the midst, he saw his guide appear. 615|The aged Moors, 'midst his troop, that race 615|Of which he was the patron, on that day 615|Fell so in numbers, they, for want of light, 615|Had no assistance of their corslet to guide, 615|Where they might to the sun's rays be directed. 615|'Tis well for him from them to find out where 615|The king's abode is, that man well might know; 615|For them this mighty castle is that where 615|Roland, with Arthur, were at parting dear. 615|When he had past the city of the Moor, 615|And reached the point, where he discerned the crown, 615|He, at a spot apparent, where the shore 615|Ajar by land, overlooks the town within, 615|Thought not it more than twenty paces farther. 615|"My good sword should do me just as much good," 615|Said he, "as here is done by a small bark," 615|Whereon to ward away the snow and rain, 615|He laid the shield by him, and made an end. 615|As much the king his life and comfort brought, 615|That he could be himself without the crown. 615|His right he took in that his brother's claim. 615|He, when he deemed to return, would not wait: 615|And he with his whole host was gone that day. 615|He went, in all his force to do and try 615|The feat that he that way had turned his mind: 615|I sing not who that adventure would forego, 615|That he himself could do so much and free, 615|And that without the aid of that feat to do, 615|Which was the reason that his cavaliers 615|Of that unsuccessful feat, as they were 615|Tried by the cruel and unfriendly storm, 615|Bold and unwary, would not follow him. 615|He had but one ship for his company, 615|When he this island was in search of aid, 615|Beneath the mercy of the rest bestowed 615|This one small one (though very fit and wise), 615|Which did him so the power of this and all, 615|His kingdom and all his race embrace. 615|But when he thought, to find him how to fly, 615|Or where the sailors on the sea were sent, 615|He had so good a ship in port at hand, 615|And other ready to his wishes brought. 615|Thence he had taken from a sailor's tongue 615|These many years; and thus had seen and done 615|As if his name had never been before. 615|With all the fleet, and others, he had gone, 615|And had returned to Spain with many a man: 615|And now, as I have shown, was a master, 615|And now was king, through many lands as well; 615|Since to the kingdom's charge he would repair, ======================================== SAMPLE 27420 ======================================== 13086|The man who did that deed that made you famous and 13086|Your people's love. 13086|Oh, what is woman in the sight of heaven 13086|That would not make that most great man her lord? 13086|What is woman that could be called his wife? 13086|When once these three of us are in the place 13086|Where the man-child born of us is to be, 13086|When he's lifted up by each man of us, 13086|And nursed in this our house, 13086|Oh, what are woman in the sight of heaven 13086|That would not make that man-child her lord? 13086|As for me, I bow my head to thy love, 13086|I love you well, my beloved, for you 13086|Are all my world and I. 13086|It is the manly love of good old England, 13086|And the fair love of our forefathers' prime; 13086|For men are women and women are men, 13086|And all of them have loved their women dear; 13086|Then why should love of the past make us now 13086|Thro' a better now forget this is old? 13086|But in truth, I love you, fair sir, well enough 13086|Although it be of evil England's land, 13086|And well for you that love you loves of old, 13086|For all of us know you dear. 13086|It is this, O man of the hill and dale, 13086|The manly love of an old and a fierce race-- 13086|A love that will not die, that will not turn from you, 13086|A love with blood and flame in its bosom 13086|To live and make and be a man. 13086|I know of no language that I know 13086|That I could say this utterance to you; 13086|And yet you give me all your lips to say, 13086|And then I go away with them, to-night, 13086|To go away to the hills, where you are so fair. 13086|But you have gone and left me alone 13086|With the wildwood trees, and the river dreaming. 13086|I know the woods will be green again, 13086|And the river, green as a young bird's wing, 13086|Though I have done with the grass and blossoms 13086|And only left you to say, "Ah, me!" 13086|You are nothing to me now, my own dear, 13086|But a vision that fades long hours ago, 13086|Like a great song that is not, you know, yet. 13086|The flowers are dead, I know, for you leave me, 13086|And the river that weeps like a sea, 13086|And the hills of the hills that I knew, 13086|Are one sea of faded green where you lie 13086|And that sea is all made up of stars 13086|That shine on the great empty wood 13086|Where there is not one thing left and no breath. 13086|I know not how you live, I know not why 13086|You have kept me all these weary hours. 13086|Yet you have brought me roses of sorrow 13086|As all men bring flowers to bring us delight. 13086|Ah, yes, when you are gone, then I must die, 13086|For I am changed because you have kept me. 13086|Oh, it is the hour when all things are old, 13086|And the great years are passing, and still we look 13086|From the great past and our youth with eyes of fear 13086|And say, "You are gone, O friend." 13086|The man whose eyes are turned to the great past, 13086|Who is aware of the years, and is aware 13086|Of the hours and the years, his own dear days, 13086|He knows how the hours pass, how the years may come, 13086|How they may waste him, how they may turn away, 13086|And how long hours of life may be but a breath: 13086|He knows, he knows. 13086|We are all living; each for himself 13086|Shall live on in that narrow and still place 13086|Above the wind; and if he have the will 13086|And where is time, then he with his mind 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 27430 ======================================== 37804|The earth with all its fruit is in my hand. 37804|All is the same, the land, the sea, the air, 37804|The stars in their chambers, the stars above; 37804|All is the same, and thou dost know 37804|How much, yet how short, are my joys, 37804|How sweet to give, how dear are my pleasures, 37804|How much, yet what is this to thee? 37804|But I in secret love, yet see 37804|That I never shall find aught to give, 37804|Nor gain, nor yet can find 'gainst mine own 37804|Some delight that I love to seek. 37804|How long shall I seek for one fair face, 37804|One face, one shape, one smile, to meet, 37804|Some dream of joy that in love I know 37804|Is sure without the woe of loss; 37804|And how long can some woman prove 37804|Her virgin heart, that never changes? 37804|I do not love her who has loved 37804|The love of all the world before; 37804|Yet shall a thousand eyes prove mine: 37804|In love, in love, 37804|Within my heart, 37804|I will not turn me then 37804|To any other, to no man to speak. 37804|'O what need to give this love, 37804|That all may learn how sweet it is?' 37804|'The lover's heart, the lover's heart, 37804|And all he gave to keep it true. 37804|'Tis hard to speak of love, 37804|But harder to obey 37804|And pay his debt 37804|And not be blameless in the end. 37804|'O then my heart is glad 37804|Because I have a heart of her, 37804|And with the love of love at my heart 37804|My heart is glad; 37804|So let me love and live, 37804|While she and all the world are of my heart. 37804|'I can not love all men, 37804|But I have found her fair, 37804|And the lover has found her fair, 37804|And love is love for ever. 37804|'So let me love and live, 37804|With her love and all it is, 37804|And love me best, with all it is. 37804|'Tis hard to love the world, 37804|Yet the lover's heart can love, 37804|And he must love the world and live.' 37804|'And I am not to love but thee, 37804|And not to love alone, 37804|But with all love that the world knows, 37804|And with love that is not known. 37804|'O what need to give my love, 37804|The lover's heart to gain, 37804|And with kisses that rend through, 37804|O what need is there, 37804|When I have won a woman's heart, 37804|That has my heart and soul?'-- 37804|'For aught that I have won, 37804|I shall live for ever in my heart: 37804|And for my soul alone 37804|I know not whether I die or live. 37804|'I give not to all men's need 37804|What I have won: 37804|Nor claim to give the world away 37804|That I can give alone.' 37804|So at the midnight she arose, 37804|And to the dark she went, 37804|Glad and content, content with nothing, 37804|And in her heart content 37804|While a star shone as a star heretofore 37804|And an ash rose as an ash there. 37804|And the morn was late, she went to meet 37804|Lily-deep Love, and while they went 37804|The flowers in a sign to him were sent, 37804|And Love took her to his heart: 37804|There they were blent: where the flame of fire 37804|In a cup of wine was shed. 37804|And when the two of them parted in love, 37804|Love was for Life, and Life for Death, 37804|And Life kept the flower that he had given; 37804|And Death took the flower with a kiss: ======================================== SAMPLE 27440 ======================================== 37804|Oft of one kind of flower, or one of 37804|The white of her hand or lily white... 37804|And of the one day, when she was mad, 37804|Of her own mind, I can not tell you, 37804|She would of her own soul the heart bewail. 37804|She could not hear the words that you say 37804|To that mad one, who had once her love! 37804|And she, as if a God had come down, 37804|In her soul would be as that mad one. 37804|And then the day that was the day of her 37804|Pacing up the stair alone in the house, 37804|And she saw the young man, that was her lover, 37804|And she saw the maids in the palace gardens, 37804|And she cried in a whisper, when she saw 37804|Her heart and her spirit have forgot 37804|The love that should have bound them! Now I pray 37804|That if in any way you have aided me, 37804|By deed or word, or writing on cards, 37804|You have my heart forgot, and love it now 37804|For what you may have done for me. And if 37804|In any way you have ingratitude 37804|To the young men and her maidens then gone, 37804|By my soul shall you forgive and forget! 37804|In the moonlight of night, 37804|When the twilight is darkest, 37804|Do not sit in the porch of love with your eyes closed, 37804|To gaze down on me from the window of your heart, 37804|When the dew drips on my hair 37804|And the nights are dark. 37804|I will lift the lid till the shadows of midnight 37804|Shall hide the light of my white moon and your face, 37804|While you gaze up the street 37804|That runs by the tower. 37804|In the moonlight of night 37804|When the twilight is darkest, 37804|Do not sit in the porch of love with your eyelids 37804|shut so close to me, 37804|So close to the sun. 37804|I cannot feel a hand upon me as I lie awake, 37804|I would like to cry but I dare not, lest it bring 37804|Too strange a word to the grave. 37804|I long to go to sleep on the floor of one of the floors 37804|Where the shadows of shadows 37804|Hid like ghosts to awake me, 37804|The weary day past; 37804|And I saw your name on a board where the shadows stood, 37804|And remembered, and I dared not write it down. 37804|Now am I cold as I never was before, 37804|And I think my heart will break beneath a year. 37804|I think when I grow old, 37804|My heart will never know joy again; 37804|It will be sore and dull, 37804|With the weary pain of knowing your name 37804|When I may be dead. 37804|A little while 37804|I see the world at ease: 37804|There is little gain 37804|And little gain in suffering. 37804|A little while 37804|And a great deal is known: 37804|I cannot change 37804|For all that Time may tell. 37804|We are but clay 37804|That suffers from our own, 37804|Who made them great 37804|And gave them pain; 37804|No power 37804|Has made them sad and weak; 37804|They would not be 37804|Worthless to men. 37804|I know not why 37804|We are not satisfied; 37804|We must keep going 37804|In faith and hope; 37804|And our troubles 37804|Are but pains 37804|Our feeble spirits 37804|Are weak and ill: 37804|We have but little power 37804|To turn our sorrow 37804|Into joy. 37804|Let us strive and strive 37804|And ever keep building, 37804|Building up this beautiful city of our dreams, 37804|With our hand held out, 37804|And the heart in trust.-- 37804|We are but clay 37804|Till we know we are in, ======================================== SAMPLE 27450 ======================================== 12242|For she might be a ghost or a fairy, 12242|A phantom, a sprite, or the moon. 12242|"You're right!" said I. You are right, 12242|My love, if there's a fairy. 12242|If there is a fairy, 12242|I'll believe it when I see, 12242|Till I have seen it, 12242|In this world of wonders. 12242|My heart is yours -- I give you my heart. 12242|Proud thing, to have you thus 12242|Full of my happiness! 12242|You may put your finger in my flower 12242|And take it from me. 12242|I gave you my heart -- but never a kiss, 12242|Proud thing, for you must stay here, 12242|For my heart is yours -- I give you my heart. 12242|I laid the jar upon the mossy edge, 12242|For I was weary, and the jar was near, 12242|And I leaned to it for solace, I suppose, 12242|And I saw something far away beyond 12242|The jar. I was lying still 12242|Under a stone in the desert; 12242|And I saw a vision of a tall biped 12242|Curve, with a silken limb, 12242|Moving about among the caked things, 12242|And sniffing the sand. 12242|"Wait!" quoth the shaggy being, "I will hurry, 12242|And thou, old stone, rest!" 12242|Down through the gaps of the slope 12242|It hurried, white with wear, 12242|And came to the open desert, 12242|Then went back there. 12242|The desert-born human soul 12242|Was stung, and shot, and mortified; 12242|It knew the human air, 12242|Saw God, and knew himself, 12242|And so returned to its nest. 12242|Then slowly the biped moved on; 12242|There was no voice to cry; 12242|I saw the human face, 12242|Held in a moment by a dying clutch, 12242|And lifeless beside. 12242|The next I know not where, 12242|I was so happy, so sure, 12242|I gave my heart to thee. 12242|I have met with all the human shapes 12242|Which transient life can give, 12242|When the soul has gone for a few hours' sleep, 12242|Or worn all its skins. 12242|How many hearts were here, 12242|Before I came to die, 12242|Which I shall meet, and, being dead, 12242|Meet other hearts yet unrescued, 12242|Unburied yet! 12242|I was the chaste Dian, 12242|Worthy of no peers in this dim gloom 12242|Of Venus' terraced hall; 12242|And now I am the bride, 12242|The blithe Demeter, 12242|Lily of the lorn ages, 12242|And thou the virgin Summer, 12242|Soft-murmuring in the grass! 12242|From fields Elysian 12242|I came; now I am king, 12242|I snatch thee from the reach 12242|Of wanton feet unskilled; 12242|Thy heart's soft treasures share, 12242|Thy little pocket has 12242|A fortune that was planned; 12242|Thy hair is fern, thy love 12242|Is no delusion coarse; 12242|Thy soul is water mingled 12242|With wind and sun combined. 12242|Thou gav'st me guerdon, 12242|I am the queen thou posest, 12242|And everything else's stew! 12242|And now I am a woman 12242|With many a peerless law; 12242|I know the time, I pace 12242|The labyrinth of nights; 12242|And so I turn aside 12242|From places where thou art, 12242|Or hear, amid the hum 12242|Of busy life, thine oath. 12242|There were two lovers, one night; 12242|One had a brazen bed, 12242|The other in a bower. 12242|As the blind Boy Charming gowned ======================================== SAMPLE 27460 ======================================== 1727|is a matter of some importance, inasmuch as the 1727|whole of Italia was to be carried on by force. The gods had 1727|also given them a strong city in the Daunian islands, where a 1727|fleet was to be at hand whenever they had desire to go about 1727|their dominions on earth. In a word, the Argives, with all 1727|their wickedness, would return to Troy-town and there fight 1727|With this plan the queen Eurystheus, whose daughter had been 1727|favourably treated by Ulysses, sent his son Antiphus to 1727|Troy to try and coax Penelope into taking the hand of her 1727|husband; but Penelope answered promptly to Ulysses, ordering the 1727|shepherd Antiphus to tell her to wait in her chamber till 1727|he could arrange anything else. She saw her father and went out of 1727|her door and into the chamber of her father Eteoneus. He 1727|was much dismayed when she came in, for his heart failed him, 1727|as he looked through the open windows and saw all the doors locked, 1727|and in the darkness. 1727|"Penelope," he said, "that you must not send one of your 1727|women any message, let alone Ulysses; however I will tell you 1727|as truly as I know how." 1727|"I would not heartily," answered Penelope, "to be accused of 1727|making a lie up, or else of being in league with your enemy. You 1727|know, I am not always deceived who I am, and when I make a 1727|declaration, I do it with a full mind; my father has always 1727|said, and still speaks from his heart as he sees me, that the 1727|people hold you in such honour you should ask forgiveness 1727|from them if you will, and not send one of your women any 1727|message, for the man who is a coward is hated by men; I 1727|cannot find fault with this, for it is the custom of the 1727|gods, and it suits the common view, which is that you are now 1727|about to take your country." 1727|"But what did you say?" 1727|"I said I would do whatever it pleased you to bid me; yet I 1727|have no patience with Penelope, who does whatever I do. I am 1727|just about to say there is no meaning in my having spoken to 1727|her, but I think you will not believe me when I tell you that 1727|there is some one about my country who has been secretly telling 1727|her lies about me. I am sure, however, that you yourself shall 1727|never know of this till I am sure in my words, otherwise I 1727|shall tell you." 1727|"But what of that? Have things not reached a crisis?" said 1727|"That is what I was going to say; it is a very good thing to 1727|be thus treated. You could even be pardoned by the people as 1727|one who is wholly honest, and who knows there is no harm in 1727|telling the truth. You would not, therefore, need to keep out 1727|the light of day about it; you can keep out of the light, for it 1727|would get you nothing." 1727|Thus did they converse; but the suitors, on the other hand, 1727|were still sitting, and still chatting among themselves. 1727|Thus did they sit and chat till the sun set, and then they 1727|went to dinner, which the suitors also went to, for, as 1727|they thought, they should not get tired, for they kept on feasting, 1727|and they had some good things to eat enough for all. 1727|But the suitors were not quite satisfied; they still stayed 1727|on the point of debate till Minerva, daughter of mighty Jove, 1727|called round them and commanded them to be quiet. This they 1727|will not do, being incensed at the impudence of men. 1727|"Menelaus," said she, "you are far too stubborn to be helped by 1727|women. They are men, but not gods; and you men sit in a far 1727| ======================================== SAMPLE 27470 ======================================== 1166|There is a moment of silence in the soul, 1166|And I am but a small bird, 1166|And all the world is at your feet. 1166|I have heard the voice of my lover 1166|Come calling from the street, 1166|And the stars of June lit up the sky 1166|Over the roofs of Belgrade. 1166|I have felt like a young child at play 1166|Under the shadow of a fig tree, 1166|And then I knew that the voice of my lover 1166|Had called me from the night. 1166|I have been to the great feast of the stars, 1166|And danced there with saints and angels, 1166|And in my soul I know that the Lord is your lover 1166|And calls you from the night. 1166|Now all is changed and I am at his side, 1166|He is my lover and your brother. 1166|But when I come back to the empty house 1166|I shall find no trace of your face. 1166|I had found what my soul would not give 1166|When I was one with the flowers. 1166|I was the smallest of all the flowers, 1166|The white and the red of the red rhododendron, 1166|And the yellow and the spotted rose. 1166|I was the one thing that people did not care for, 1166|And yet I pleased them because I was not fair. 1166|I was the only flower that always stood 1166|By the roadside, and always looked upon. 1166|A little bird came to my window to sing, 1166|And sat on my porch, and always kept his eye 1166|Upon the little bird with the yellow breast, -- 1166|And he never seemed to play at being sad. 1166|The flowers looked at him with pity and said, 1166|"Look at the bird with the yellow breast," 1166|And the birds looked at him with suspicion and said, -- 1166|"Look at the bird with the red breast," 1166|So down through the world they flew like a flock of sheep 1166|At the coming of the little bird with the yellow breast. 1166|And out of the sun they flew into the sky, 1166|And away from the shore they flew through the skies 1166|Till they were over the gates of the long-drawn land, 1166|Past the islands dim-folded in the west. 1166|And on the islands, dim-folded, the flowers fell 1166|Till all the little islands were covered with white. 1166|And I, with my yellow breast and my red breast, 1166|I, with my own small wings spread wide to the end, 1166|I, the flower that always lived at the ends of the earth, 1166|I went out far from the flowers and the sun. 1166|The sun came over the bridge, the sunset came on, 1166|And the faces of the old people went up and on. 1166|"Ohh, they are gone, the little children dear," said the old man 1166|At first the sunset came on, 1166|Then the faces of the old people went up and on, 1166|And the old people said: "We have waited long, 1166|For the return of our elders and friends." 1166|So now the children are all grown, 1166|And the faces come back into the room, 1166|And the old people sit at their work and play, 1166|And laugh and sing and carry their sleds. 1166|The children stand in the doorway and hear the song, -- 1166|"Ohh, they are gone, the little children dear," 1166|The children dance around in the doorway and run, 1166|They do not go down in the dusk to sleep: 1166|They do not cry at the house when the house is dark!" 1166|The sunset was dark when a bird flew up 1166|And sang to the old man, 1166|And the sunset rose up and the night was still, 1166|So I sang to the little flower, 1166|And the sunset rose up and the night was gray, 1166|And a moon went down and a star went up 1166|To my little flower and the sunset came up. 1166|As you stand in the shadow of a box 1166 ======================================== SAMPLE 27480 ======================================== 22803|And from the mouth of all the ocean-tide 22803|A light like lightning, white and red and pink, 22803|Was seen to rise like fire from the deep sea; 22803|And the sea-breezes of the ocean-spring 22803|Were a sound of weeping and glad tears. 22803|Then, with such a flash before his eyes, 22803|He saw it flash and vanish from his sight, 22803|As a bird flies when it feels the wings 22803|Of some wide-winged bird; nor knew nor guessed 22803|That his heart within was beating with pain, 22803|Or all his flesh and blood were grown to flame 22803|He rose by swift degrees to higher ground, 22803|And looked on that he loved as if 'twere shame 22803|To look on this fair thing, but love a man 22803|That came to see him first; and he was moved 22803|To let his hand go in, and touch the flowers 22803|That bloom, and let the roses burn and shake 22803|The sunward face of him that made them fair, 22803|Which was the face of him that loved him best. 22803|Then, too, to him the beauty of the earth, 22803|And the great deep, and all the skies, and all 22803|The little winds and stars, that make the music 22803|Of these and other places, all seemed fair 22803|And lovely: and he felt the joy of seeing 22803|The sweetest things. "O, to be there and watch, 22803|And feel the pulses beating there!" 22803|So cried he. But then she came, 22803|The love that she had made him, came and wrought 22803|In his heart no other thing. Her voice 22803|Came with the music of her beauty bright, 22803|In perfect time, and took the place of silence 22803|With silence there before his eyes; and all 22803|The flowers that bloomed about her stood so near 22803|That they seemed to hear each other; and her gaze 22803|Struck on his soul a light that was not sound. 22803|How could he see? 22803|Then she looked up and down 22803|His face, and he could trace a smile of her, 22803|Glorified, in little, gentle tears. 22803|Then he began to speak 22803|A little louder, as she looked in his face, 22803|For she would kneel a moment, then say grace, 22803|While the flowers kissed him; and she brought him back 22803|Her hand that was a wand and she would cast 22803|Flowers on his head; and a kiss she gave 22803|Shall keep as the first. But she said not more-- 22803|And now she kissed little by little, so, 22803|The sweetest kiss he had ever he kissed 22803|As sweetly then. Then, she drew from his hand 22803|A scarlet veil of yellow; but the pain 22803|Of the fall back in the flood of her kiss 22803|Was like the pain of love in that first kiss, 22803|Wherein he still was broken. 22803|But now 22803|He felt her lips were full--so great her kiss 22803|Against him--as the great rose-leaves fall 22803|When frost is low. He was half dead and blind 22803|And faint and thirsty; and his heart went wild 22803|With pleasure, and there came the world's desire 22803|To see what he could do, and he must see 22803|With what a pleasure before he died, 22803|And not without it, and love's pain. She bent 22803|And kissed him, and a moment's peace he knew; 22803|But now there was a long, long kiss that seemed 22803|Like more than death; and she forgot to speak, 22803|And for a space he thought it but a dream; 22803|Then his heart beat, and in his soul the sound 22803|Took note of his lips' return. 22803|So she passed 22803|With one low kiss, and turned her face 22803|Back unto her roses, and the sound 22803|Went on of beauty of kiss and kiss. 22803|Then from the deep rose's trembling mouth, 22803 ======================================== SAMPLE 27490 ======================================== 3228|And then they left us! 3228|I thought it might be so. 3228|I thought they would come again. 3228|But it would be too late. 3228|One thing I know, 3228|That they could not. 3228|And so it is, dear heart, 3228|I hate you. 3228|If a woman be not fair, 3228|Why should I love her? 3228|When I think of you sometimes 3228|It is as if I see 3228|I am only sleeping: 3228|My thoughts are only you. 3228|If her eyes are not soft to mine, 3228|Why should I wait for her? 3228|When I look at you 3228|It is as if she sees 3228|I would do anything to say 3228|Anything to do. 3228|When she is at home 3228|I am happy as a king and queen, 3228|For I know how great it is to love her. 3228|If she love me, then I have the world 3228|And all the wealth of Asia at her feet. 3228|I have the hills and brooks to lead my yoke, 3228|And you to sit beside you and caress. 3228|And all the riches of the world around 3228|To bless my love of you. 3228|This should be your dream. 3228|That is the nightmare, not my love. 3228|It is not you, not I. 3228|There's a way, O Love, 3228|Where the world begins. 3228|You must love me and I have the world. 3228|There is no other way but this. 3228|So that you may kiss me every day, 3228|You must love me and I have the world. 3228|There's no other way, O Love. 3228|For if you love me every day, 3228|There should be no end of days for me. 3228|So that you may kiss me every day, 3228|Then you must love me and I have the world. 3228|You must love me and I have the world. 3228|And though I had you in my keeping, 3228|If you loved me every day, the world should keep you. 3228|It should love me and keep you both at one, 3228|That you may kiss me every day, my dear. 3228|It should love me and keep me both at one, 3228|That you may wish me happiness, my dear. 3228|It should keep me so fair and pure and true 3228|That at last I should wish it not for more. 3228|I would let you wish it if you could, dear, 3228|That I had this world only as a crumb 3228|To get back to you again, my dear. 3228|O dear, that crumb is the world. 3228|When day is done, 3228|I come 3228|Back to your waiting arms 3228|With the sun behind. 3228|If I should meet with harm, I do not know. What if I should meet 3228|with harm 3228|And have to beg on the road? I do not know. What if I should 3228|Meet with harm? When I go 3228|Back to the world, 3228|I never come 3228|With the sun behind. 3228|Then what do I care? 3228|The sky 3228|Is the same sky I used to lie in. 3228|I am lying there 3228|With the same old friends 3228|That I knew then. 3228|I have seen them once. I can see them now. 3228|The same old faces, 3228|The same old sky, 3228|The same old world - 3228|The same, dear heart. 3228|Why should the world be any different? I would rather go back to 3228|And how, dear, can I let the world get on, though I have known 3228|The world will always take more from me than it gives. 3228|You say that Love makes life pleasant. What if it make it sorrow? 3228|And so my heart must part from you. Do you think that I would let 3228|The world is always full of ======================================== SAMPLE 27500 ======================================== A _lady of the East_ 1852|This woman's head on my shoulder should turn, 1852|If my good luck had not been fortunate. Her eyes 1852|Are like the clear skies of the Eastern Sea, 1852|And like the silver clouds of the firmament, 1852|The moon, the moon, and the moon up to the blue! 1852|The night of the world is a great, long star's night; 1852|The moon does not shine as often as not. 1852|'Tis but a glance of the clear and radiant sky 1852|In a broad circle over the firmament; 1852|And the moon, the moon has yet but one light to spare, 1852|And that is upon earth; is but one star bright. 1852|I was a poet once, when I wove 1852|The rainbow of my thoughts, in the light 1852|I dreamed of the night of life, when it seemed 1852|Too hard, too great, too full of the dark 1852|For the love of Truth, and all that has truth in it. 1852|And the night of life is but a dream, 1852|And the dream is the night of the soul. 1852|Ah, I wove the rainbow of my thoughts! 1852|And the rainbow of my soul is the rainbow 1852|Of the night of life. 1852|The old poet, whom I knew not, once sung 1852|The song and the story I sung to thee, 1852|And, in his song, was a poet! 1852|The old poet of my soul was a poet, 1852|And I have the old poet's way. And so 1852|In this same song, the old poet--what art 1852|Heedless and wild, since when forgotten by me-- 1852|He sang the story of the sun, and then, 1852|Of the rainbow, of my soul's sunset. 1852|'Twas the sunset? 1852|A great star, the sun, 1852|Shone on that field. 1852|What had he seen, for hours he hath lain 1852|In motion while that sunset, by the sea, 1852|Was sinking 'neath the waves, and then had he 1852|Beheld her in her splendour. In the light 1852|Of that sunset his eyes have watched long hours there 1852|And long hours after. But the sun now is gone, 1852|And a cloud, in which the night had hidden him 1852|Had settled in the heaven... 1852|It was in that moment, 1852|When the spirit which man is, and that God is, 1852|Is not less human, but that God it is 1852|In the highest, that the heart which holds what Heaven 1852|Is, or what it may be, is the soul of God: 1852|No, I hold that all to one divinely good: 1852|But this is not the reason why man's soul 1852|Must be the slave of the heart; and I hold 1852|That not all is goodness! To the soul, I say, 1852|And not to the will, is the pathway to love. 1852|Man has that will, that is most human, which can 1852|Indulge his humanness: is it not to him 1852|The image and the life of his being? He feels 1852|Like the wind, all nature; and as the soul must spring 1852|From the heart, so must that image spring in the will. 1852|For the soul is the heart of man; and the will 1852|Is the life of man! You who look on the soul, 1852|And know what is human, in the moment of passion-- 1852|When it feels how it is cherished, and how dear 1852|And how precious the touch that it feels; the moment 1852|When it finds the right touch--with the hand that was raised 1852|In the grave, and by earth's kind hands, for that hand-- 1852|When it feels whether its impulse will follow 1852|To the light, through the sky; to the earth, through the rock: 1852|If we turn to the heart, the soul's most true 1852|Spirit of selfhood, it is the right heart to take. 1852|If they who have ever ======================================== SAMPLE 27510 ======================================== 5185|Lifted from the platform, 5185|From the nails of the dragon, 5185|From the branches of pine, 5185|From the stones of ocean, 5185|From the bones of ocean, 5185|Spake these words of magic: 5185|"Should I raise the curtain, 5185|Should I raise this curtain 5185|On the waters, gray-pike!" 5185|Then the magician, Kullerwoinen, 5185|Straightway hastened homeward, 5185|Hastened homeward through the forest, 5185|With the trees as coverts; 5185|Still he hears the rushing waters, 5185|Heard the rolling billows; 5185|Full of sorrow is the evening, 5185|In the lonely night of morning, 5185|In the dismal days of winter. 5185|'Tis the evening of the moonlight, 5185|Yea, the midnight of the starsun, 5185|White as an aurora lighted; 5185|It was not the wind that roared not, 5185|Nor was it the seaman's oar-blades 5185|That wasted far the rolling billows. 5185|On the white sea is no shelter, 5185|Not the kindled pine is there shelter, 5185|On the blue back of the deep-sea, 5185|Not the hide of bear or beaver. 5185|Weeping they grieve upon the water, 5185|Sad upon the shore they sit him floating, 5185|While the wind and current whirl him farther, 5185|Curb up the rising billows higher, 5185|Leave him on the shining surface, 5185|On the azure plain to wander. 5185|There perchance fell one day's shadow, 5185|There perchance fell one evening 5185|On the blue backs of the deep-sea, 5185|On the blue backs of the ocean. 5185|Kullerwoinen, sailing thence, 5185|Flew into an inland forest, 5185|Sideways entered in an inn-door, 5185|There to get refreshment lacking, 5185|Cared not for sea-things stirring, 5185|Cared not for the Great Race's cattle. 5185|This young man saw the land in prospect, 5185|Saw the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Opening stores in this direction, 5185|In the hosts' noses stuffing place; 5185|But the stranger, Kullerwoinen, 5185|Heeding not the people's customs, 5185|Looked in one great distance, backwards, 5185|And in other one he looked around him; 5185|And the inn-keeper answering, answered 5185|Whispering this wise and these measures: 5185|"Ilmarinen, worthy brother, 5185|Listen to what I tell to thee. 5185|From this far distance I arise, 5185|Falling from the Kauko-mountain, 5185|On this island of the Blessed, 5185|To the east-wind's mountain range; 5185|Eastward far thy ship must wander 5185|On these perilous, bleeding shores; 5185|Heavily weigh up these stones, 5185|Place them in the copper coffers 5185|Safely in the folds of canvas; 5185|Lest some evil happen to thee, 5185|Lest thy hero-self be harmed 5185|By the crowds of ignorant strangers." 5185|Thereupon the youth, Kullervo, 5185|Gratedhampered well the billows 5185|Of Pohyola's blue-besim, 5185|Dipped him in salt, and smooths his sea-ways 5185|In the deep-sea of Pohyola, 5185|And the salt-sea mixes with ocean 5185|In the mighty salt-wave murmuring 5185|In Kalevala, thunders far inland 5185|From his own rock-haunted mountain, 5185|From his own temperament rising 5185|Strong as rock itself, great stars chime 5185|Falling from the heavenly topmost peak, 5185|Voices musical and awful; 5185|And, above the billows drifting, 5185|Rises from the sea a hill-topt 5185| ======================================== SAMPLE 27520 ======================================== 29345|Then you'll come right back to me in a year. 29345|Don't you see? That meant something when I said-- 29345|What did you say, Sally? Did you tell him not 29345|To go and see the country place; or not 29345|Do you know it's nothing but mud and sand 29345|And little children in a circle round 29345|All jumping, as if they were going to die? 29345|It was the most horrible thing in the world." 29345|"There was no such thing. Why, how the old mother 29345|Laughed at you! She did, she did, and laughed 29345|The whole way through--she never lifted her 29345|Foot from the ground, just to look at it." 29345|"You saw it too? At the little house on the sand?" 29345|"Yes. Yes, I saw it all, and didn't care, 29345|Because--because it was all that came o'er me." 29345|A pause--and there he was again. 29345|And then--was it? 29345|"Come, don't be ridiculous--don't tell on me. 29345|I'm not afraid of you. What, what, what, what, 29345|What, what, what?" 29345|"What, what have you to fear from me?" 29345|"I'm not afraid of anything; only of myself. 29345|And what is _I_ to you, if I don't know my mind-- 29345|You're just a woman and can do no more harm 29345|Than carry me along the rough road out of here 29345|And if you leave me--as you'll see when you're here, 29345|You can give me back my place and rank--and, I trust, 29345|Your kindness,--" 29345|"Don't you see how that's how it's bound to end? 29345|You've taken everything from me: that's all. 29345|There's no way round that; there's no way for you 29345|To change your mind at any time. You'll just have to 29345|Go through with it, go bravely through with it! 29345|This must be how men live their lives. To be 29345|The first of men to do something and for it; 29345|For to wait for the next; for to keep waiting, 29345|For to make patience wear thin to be waiting, 29345|And to have the patience wear thin for being 29345|So patiently waiting. You don't seem worth 29345|My pity, in any case. Don't worry so. 29345|Oh, please don't be put down, like a silly thing! 29345|Don't be afraid myself because I was. 29345|I never did you wrong. I've done you no wrong, 29345|My wife,--nor any one else. You knew 29345|All things and did well for me. Now be glad. 29345|It's all too late for that. It's all too late 29345|For you to look after me and care for me, 29345|Because you never could have me or care 29345|For anything else but you. I had a chance 29345|Of living on, but I didn't. Now don't hurry, 29345|Don't put me down--don't look frightened like. 29345|It's the truth. I don't want it any less. 29345|It's as bad as it's possible to be. 29345|No man ever came back to us. It's true 29345|As I've told you." 29345|"He would have, if he would." 29345|"Yes, and he'd love us even though he could. 29345|You're right. It's just he did nothing for you, 29345|And then you couldn't help him. He hadn't any 29345|Well, he was in so much danger that he couldn't 29345|Do other things. Now let's try his patience-- 29345|Come to see us and help us, and let us make 29345|A pleasant end. But just leave him alone. 29345|You've seen him and you know him. Stand up straight 29345|And tell him that the way things are with you 29345|Is the right one and only one. There's not a doubt 29345|In all the world about ======================================== SAMPLE 27530 ======================================== 1855|Aye, but at the last I have forgotten. 1855|'Twas the man who made you happy here. 1855|You said that all the world was yours to-day, 1855|And when it came to think of it I knew 1855|It was his little daughter, who was yours; 1855|For when I found you lying wrapt in snow 1855|In the little grave beside the rock I knew 1855|Your tears would come, your voice would falter to - 1855|It was his own child. 1855|Aye--you knew it, too. 1855|I never told you how I loved her still, 1855|That I should wish any earthly joy away: 1855|The night I found you first was warm and still, 1855|But it was cold to-morrow. And that day 1855|You told me all, and I have heard your cry, 1855|And thought your grief was real from the first. 1855|But you will let us kiss what time we meet, 1855|I'll let my eyes behold your face again. 1855|I've said my word and trusted to Heaven too late. 1855|I'll not think of you. Oh, could I love you then, 1855|I might. 1855|My darling, dear child, 1855|I'll love you for the last time. There's a line 1855|Between my lips, and I shall never part, 1855|'Twixt you and me forever. 1855|Ah, if we could, I would not grieve you thus; 1855|But we have other work to do than grieve; 1855|We may not meet, but yet at least we talk 1855|Through the gray twilight, as once of old; 1855|And on that cold and heavy evening I 1855|Dream, think, and dream again of you, dear child; 1855|And all the stars seem bright within the dark. 1855|O sweetest dream in all the world! 1855|Oh, was it yesterday, in long ago, 1855|Was it yesterday that ye were born, 1855|I wondered, as the world was old 1855|And the years drifted by, 1855|That the child's heart stood still, and ye lay 1855|In the mother's arms and died. 1855|But O! the world is still the same 1855|And old and strange and far: 1855|And in the little heart of youth 1855|Where the soul shall still be free, 1855|As I lay still beside the bed, 1855|When the hours were on and off. 1855|But not those hours of dark and long 1855|Were they now, and not at all 1855|Those far-off sweet weeks again 1855|I think of now, I can. 1855|I see the little hands still folded 1855|Upon the little head, 1855|The little eyes who are the same 1855|The one I held in sleep. 1855|I see the heart again where lie 1855|With weary limbs the pains, 1855|That broke, when you were torn from me 1855|When you were all so dear. 1855|But not so sure the heart at eve 1855|That still doth beat the livelong day. 1855|With a strange dream I remember 1855|What, years ago, at childhood's hour, 1855|I thought I heard you laugh; 1855|And then the thoughts that now are born 1855|Are not so very far, 1855|But that the dream is in my own 1855|Is as well, I know, to you. 1855|He who has not known love well 1855|Can never love truth well. 1855|O, if the world will not love me, 1855|The Lord that made me then 1855|Hath left me hearts which can but move 1855|As when the sun shone clear. 1855|The night is gone where the nightingale was; 1855|Her bower is lost where her nest is, 1855|In the hill's blue bosom; 1855|And on the green leaf of the larch is heard 1855|The singing of the lark. 1855|And now the world is silent, 1855|In dreams, where the sea flows, 1855|All ======================================== SAMPLE 27540 ======================================== 7122|And I hope that with our help we may soon win 7122|The mighty powers and help our country win. 7122|But we must ne'er forget we have a Lord, 7122|Who to his servant made it plain that he 7122|Would keep his promise to "never let it be said" 7122|Our cause now must be still more important made 7122|By our present Lord to our nation still more dear. 7122|Now let me ask my worthy friend, dear friend, 7122|To be a good boy in his duty done; 7122|And he must, if he will, do so, I plainly see; 7122|He'll be a good boy, I'm confident of that! 7122|When the war is over, and all is done, 7122|Should a child of tender years become a soldier; 7122|Yet, I wonder much, I'd have you know, 7122|How so few, with their heads bent upward, make a stand? 7122|But I trust he'll find, when his journey's o'er, 7122|That he'll have something to serve his King below. 7122|For I'm told our Soldier Chief now is not made, 7122|Till he first has fought and the war is won; 7122|For a brave spirit, it's said, he can boast, 7122|Which can stand the shock of the hostile hand! 7122|When the war is over, and all is done, 7122|Should a child of tender years become a soldier; 7122|As soon as a boy is of age to be drafted 7122|You must all be to have his honor done to you, 7122|If ever he goes to the war you must love him, 7122|And do all you can to help him and save him. 7122|So he's here, and his work is getting done, 7122|But he needs work as a soldier to be done; 7122|For he's in command of them that have gone 7122|When the war is over, and all is done. 7122|We can boast our splendid war-ships now 7122|In full speed for the ocean to explore, 7122|We can boast our battle-groups proudly springing 7122|To the call of the drum-roll of famous battle. 7122|Each of these groups has its task, to tell, 7122|And the call to the field on both sides speaks. 7122|In the field is an order to make-- 7122|'Twere best done by each and its consequences. 7122|Let's see them now! In one comes a "Battle-Day" 7122|For our boys this time are fighting with a heart. 7122|And then came our "First Battalion" from the sea-- 7122|As its name would have it--all boys under twenty 7122|They're marching in "Old Blue," their splendid name; 7122|They're a "new, thorough-bred, no-nonsense outfit" 7122|And they've done with a lot of "old blues'" things, 7122|But their leaders are not old by half-- 7122|They've done well for old "old blues'" veterans, that's clear, 7122|And they've done the duty of twenty-one years 7122|With a smile in their face, as we see through the lens. 7122|But another "First Battalion" here, too, is marching 7122|With good will, and they're looking for new breeches 7122|To make them more rugged, and make them more "yella" 7122|In the field when they get there. But they're "dancing" 7122|To the call of the drum-roll to-day, and they 7122|The "second" "first battalion" of our fighting boys 7122|Which we should be proud to see marching bravely forth! 7122|All boys so many. I fear they'll all march at once; 7122|For one must stay behind with his trench-duster. 7122|But I'd love to see such a sight to my youth, 7122|Just as we saw them as boys,--before we grew 7122|Younger, when "old" (as the poets quaintly term) 7122|The "first" "first battalion" came out of the fray! 7122|The First Battalion, then, 7122|That was sent out by the boys with a true- ======================================== SAMPLE 27550 ======================================== 1304|The sun shall not shine again. 1304|She sleeps away the day, 1304|She sleeps away the night. 1304|The spring shall not arise. 1304|Spring shall arise but not return. 1304|The spring goes forth on wing, 1304|But the spring comes back again. 1304|And all the fields are full of snow, 1304|And all the trees are down. 1304|And when ye see the earth grow red, 1304|Then go and sleep till he. 1304|Where no foot treads, all the world seems lone: 1304|Yea, ye shall lie in a little room 1304|A-dreaming to the end, till ye shall hear 1304|The sea call, while the grey stars sleep. 1304|We shall sit all the day in the grey, grey night, 1304|With the night wind all a-stir, till one 1304|Awoke to a new night prayer each night. 1304|He'll sing of his love, and the love he bore her, 1304|Of the night her long sleep broke 1304|Before her, under the great moon's silver shine: 1304|And the night wind will whisper how at last, 1304|With the snow, and the sea, and the stars a-wing, 1304|She shall lie at his feet. 1304|We will sit all the day in the old grey day, 1304|Watching the night-winds sigh, 1304|And the star-birds winging slow across the grey: 1304|And the night wind shall whisper how they never knew 1304|A fairer woman ever yet was found 1304|Under the grey. 1304|We will sit all the day in the old grey day, 1304|With the night-flowers so red, 1304|And the soft stars' lanterns all a-blaze, 1304|With the night wind all a-maying. 1304|For the night shall lie all the day in the old grey day, 1304|All the stars, and the earth, and the night, 1304|And the wide wide world, so fair and green, 1304|Shall pass away in the night to the fair new day 1304|When the day-star's off his chain. 1304|Ye shall be as fair, though none sit in your place, 1304|As the young morning in her eyes, 1304|And the flowers, that waken in the morn, 1304|Shall look up when the moon is gone: 1304|And the sea-winds shiver as they go, 1304|Ere the rose is on their lips. 1304|Ye shall be as sweet, though none look up to see 1304|The blue vault of heaven swell, 1304|And the sunbeam, from his seal 1304|Turning to you, walk as it used to do 1304|In the old grey day. 1304|And the night shall sing of your beauty fair, 1304|And of new nights to be; 1304|So long as it lives, it sings in vain, 1304|For new heavens and new moons shall rise 1304|In the old grey day. 1304|I, for my own part, will never know 1304|The joy it is to be, 1304|Nor how my lips can speak, for I 1304|Am silent in my pain, 1304|My sister, sister dear-- 1304|I feel the world is well because 1304|I'm sister to the dead. 1304|O! that were heaven to me! and were 1304|The grave in which I were laid! 1304|Or, were it heaven to me! then where 1304|Were I to wander now, 1304|Where but your name 1304|Lifted, unawed, to greet the gaze 1304|Of all the world that passes by. 1304|And you were dead, O sister dear! 1304|And I young and foolish too: 1304|The very thought is agony 1304|And yet 'twould be delight. 1304|But you are alive again, O sweet, 1304|And in heaven are you borne, 1304|And there, with every joy that man 1304|May hope for, your name shall glow 1304|And all its praise be told. 1304|You are not dead ======================================== SAMPLE 27560 ======================================== 19221|That all things have in common; 19221|In his unripe hours, 19221|With a view to gain 19221|The manor of his fair wife's hand; 19221|But, ah! not yet the love 19221|That is born of life, 19221|And the love of the lovely earth. 19221|What though I strive to win 19221|Her loving smile to rise 19221|On my fair spouse's lorn form, 19221|Yet, if from my soul she say, 19221|"I am cold and dead! 19221|"I'm a wandering shape 19221|That creep through Britain's climes:" 19221|I'll not answer, or reply, 19221|And I'll not find the answer there. 19221|Then it may be, to-night 19221|I shall walk abroad: 19221|And though the cold shall creep 19221|Along my frame, 19221|Yet 'twill not be pain, 19221|But the sweet wandering of the soul. 19221|I have loved you well, my dear, 19221|I have known you happy, true; 19221|In the world's cold glances, dull 19221|And starless; but oh, my dear, 19221|The sun of heaven hath lit 19221|And lit the world for me. 19221|To the happy or absent, 19221|To one's self by night or light, 19221|I love to think, if the day 19221|Be to our world too far spent, 19221|Of the stars that shine and burn 19221|On the other side of night. 19221|I love to think, in the morn 19221|If the poor world be too dark, 19221|There stands the immortal eye, 19221|The eye that never sleeps, 19221|Though all things else have died, 19221|If the night-star brings the morning. 19221|O sweet were the thought of you; 19221|O blithe the way we would roam! 19221|To the happy or absent, 19221|To one's self by night or light, 19221|I love to think, if the night 19221|Be to our world too far spent, 19221|Of the stars that flame and burn 19221|On the other side of night. 19221|O sweet are the thought of you; 19221|O blithe the way we would roam! 19221|To the happy or exclusion, 19221|To one's self by night or light, 19221|I love to think, if the night 19221|Be to our world too far spent, 19221|Of the stars that burn and glow 19221|On the other side of night. 19221|Thou art a friend to health. 19221|To the cheerful and gentle 19221|Thou art fond and true-- 19221|Thou hast good eyes and ears, 19221|Thou hast nose and sinewed ham, 19221|And nerves of every sense. 19221|No part of me thou hast, 19221|No, nor yet any part; 19221|But I would fain be silent. 19221|That I may not be deaf, 19221|Thou knowest I should be sweet, 19221|So I pray thee, O teach. 19221|Dear one, do not hear me sigh; 19221|But breathe that puret fragrance rare 19221|Which, thro' thy soul, 19221|Fills my weak ear; 19221|And breathe o'er those dim lands 19221|Some sweet entranced stars, 19221|Which thou mayest watch, 19221|But not forget. 19221|Oh! breathe that fragrance rare 19221|Which thro' thy soul, 19221|Fills my weak ear; 19221|And breathe o'er those dim lands 19221|Fills poor man's heart. 19221|Though I be sad and worn and blind, 19221|Yet some spotless hour will clear me up; 19221|Some goodlier sun will make me see, 19221|Some stronger night will bring me back; 19221|Then my wearied traveller will find 19221|Me safe through every tempest's rage. 19221|Thou art a friend to health. 19221|Thou art a friend to health, 19221|The ======================================== SAMPLE 27570 ======================================== 1057|And from the ferny hollow I look in through the little 1057|water-pipe of moss-grown stems, and hear a sound as of 1057|hornet or jackal's wings, only, 'tis not so far from my 1057|heart, and that is the sound of the life of the living God! 1057|And as a bird sits and looks at the sky, on his face is 1057|pale and blank, but his heart beats warmly, while it beats 1057|out of his wings with the life of his heart with the heart of the 1057|fern. 1057|And in the spring time when flowers go in and out among the 1057|leaves, 1057|I go round praying to the beautiful living God, and I lift 1057|up my hands unto his feet, for to his praise my voice is 1057|lifted. 1057|And he knows that I lift up my hands to his praise and that I 1057|turn my face away from the sun. 1057|For the Lord of Love is a lover, and so is he the 1057|Lord of Life, and so is he the God of this world, so is His 1057|true life. 1057|And as the little lily lifts up its face, or the bright daisy 1057|leans upward, even so does God, God of this world, lift up 1057|His life and death, in His love that they know the very life 1057|and light thereof. 1057|In the wild green valleys the grass is growing, 1057|and the lilies are blowing, 1057|And in the sweet, cool wood the birds are singing 1057|blessed, the breath of the spring air. 1057|The lilies are all in the sunlight shed, 1057|while the birds are in the bowers, 1057|And the birds are in the sweet sweet wood 1057|with their wings of gold and green, 1057|And the love is in the birds' hearts 1057|of God and man, that they speak of love to us. 1057|The lonesome gardener walking in the morning 1057|sits alone at noon over his hedge, 1057|For his heart is sad at heart who knew the sweetest heart 1057|In the flower-beds of the summer day 1057|When the bees hum and the daisies fill 1057|The buds of green for every flower. 1057|His heart would give all its grief to him 1057|If he could be all alone in heaven, 1057|But his eyes have a look that tells more sad hearts 1057|Where the sweetest love is told 1057|Than words could ever have told. 1057|I met a little boy in the street 1057|Towards noon, when the sick sun quenched, 1057|With sleepy eyes and flitteth the leaves 1057|And waketh early to go to school, 1057|A little boy with the little feet 1057|That never shod their own feet out. 1057|He had not yet learn'd to walk or talk 1057|Like little children of two years old 1057|Who never learn'd how to lie so well, 1057|But were so wise that they could tell 1057|If it should rain or have their paving-wheat. 1057|And so he went, each morning, till the little eyes 1057|Grew weary of watching him, and wetted their cheeks 1057|With their little palms and listened to the skies, 1057|And, watching the sky, the little boy said, 1057|"I thought it was the sun!" 1057|The little boy went away from every door 1057|To the little school and back, and came back at night; 1057|And when his mother raised him in the morning 1057|She asked him, to show the great things that had been, 1057|Why he was tired and worn and never tired 1057|And didn't understand the grammar school: 1057|Then she set him at the wall and cried. 1057|For the little boy was tired, and worn, and sad, 1057|And said he didn't know how it could be 1057|His hands were always wet with the morning's tears 1057|As he went in and out and left the wall 1057|And left the teachers in the lurch: 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 27580 ======================================== 1365|And from his hat the brim was drawn, 1365|As he spoke to them aloud, 1365|Loudly and long, the old man spoke: 1365|"When ye go from home again, 1365|And in your beds shall find 1365|A brother or a sire 1365|Whose heart is not old as yours, 1365|Who for your peace and us 1365|Hath no part, like other men, 1365|With the women and the children. 1365|You will have to look for them 1365|At the windows of the inn, 1365|And you must learn all the while 1365|That these are no accidents; 1365|These are the deeds of God!" 1365|Up then sprang the old man 1365|And exclaimed in words of fire: 1365|"Go and look for your friends at the windows! 1365|God will give you good company 1365|In the town where I have been; 1365|And I hope that when you come home 1365|Much good will be found you." 1365|He looked about and saw 1365|That all the well-water 1365|Rolled on the shore in showers of spray; 1365|And the beaver in its gorges 1365|Stood and floundered round the margin, 1365|Looking in vain for the friends of the old man. 1365|And so, with a wailful cry, 1365|There he died, and none was found, 1365|In the world, of any worth at that time. 1365|The mother, in her anguish, 1365|Left the chamber where her child lay; 1365|She went up to the window 1365|That was bolted before her, 1365|And she called on the Beggar to come and help her. 1365|Quoth he to the mother: 1365|"Mother, help thy little son 1365|Who is sadly ill with bubonic plague!" 1365|And the mother answered, 1365|Murmuring, and with tears running down her cheeks: 1365|"Quoth I, my good sir, 1365|My little son is well! 1365|And he has been at school this day." 1365|"Oh, he has been at school!" 1365|Crying the mother, "oh, my dears! 1365|I have sent him to the school to-day." 1365|When the little boy was two years old, 1365|And the school-teacher took him in, 1365|A little child had run away; 1365|And the thrush that flew in the morning 1365|Had not heard a bird a-singing! 1365|But the mother of the boy thought: 1365|What can this little child do? 1365|And she gave him instruction 1365|In her humble way, until 1365|He became excellent at chess, 1365|And could play against the rest. 1365|But the thrush at noon, and the dove at night, 1365|The thrushie bird and the doveie bird, 1365|They both ran away again; 1365|And the thrushie birdie, and the dewie birdie, 1365|Flew back at sunrise or at dark. 1365|And the mother was in great pain, 1365|And cried the word in great anguish, 1365|And the word she said that day: 1365|"I shall never more behold 1365|Sauls or Goliath, oh, never more!" 1365|But the Beggar answered her, 1365|He said, "Had it been but for thee! 1365|Wilt thou, then, for the price of wine, 1365|Have recreated all the world! 1365|And a dozen times I have; 1365|Now I will for ever roam 1365|Thither, and nevermore stay! 1365|And I will not endure to see 1365|Another human creature 1365|So much the nobler part!" 1365|Then he hid himself in the cave, 1365|And the mother did not know, 1365|That her son had returned no more 1365|To the world of flesh and blood! 1365|But the Beggar was in prison, 1365|And the thrush was in jail, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 27590 ======================================== 19221|Nor want that we might have our daily bread." 19221|I met a man who said, "Let me die, 19221|As I am mortal, in the grave;" 19221|I smiled, and bade him follow me, 19221|Where, clad in mortal guise and color, 19221|He transpierced his honied locks, 19221|And stood before me with his face 19221|All aglow with pride and passion. 19221|"Dost thou love me not?" I ask'd. 19221|"I love thee," he said, "but not much; 19221|I love thee because I dare--" 19221|"Dost thou love me not?" I said. 19221|"Dost thou love me not?" I said. 19221|"Dost thou love me not?" I said. 19221|"Dost thou love me not?" I said. 19221|"'Tis well, O Knight! thou speak'st of me 19221|As a child loves a mother;-- 19221|And I, the child, am fond of thee!" 19221|He took my hand, and said, "And this? 19221|What, love me--love me not!" 19221|The harp upon my hands has been, 19221|It hath been to the gay and free, 19221|To the poor, and captive, and oppressed, 19221|The harp of home to comfort me; 19221|'Tis now none other but my Queen, 19221|But the harp of hine among the trees, 19221|But the harp of joy in childhood's bower, 19221|But the harp of sorrow in manhood's strait. 19221|"I am old Alice!" the pensive girl 19221|Once to her children said. 19221|--"We loved--we loved--and in parting heard 19221|The notes and tones of one we loved. 19221|And when the dark came o'er our past, 19221|How cheerfully did sigh we both?"-- 19221|"We laughed," she said; and all were mute. 19221|--"We loved--not in its sweetness now; 19221|But in those tears of true regret 19221|That in those tears awoke a friend. 19221|We loved--but love is memory; 19221|And, fondlesome girls and loth, 19221|It was old Alice who did us part." 19221|"She is old Alice!" the pensive boy 19221|Once to his children said. 19221|--"She is so old and grey and old 19221|I would she were young forever! 19221|I would we'd never seen the day 19221|That I loved her I now did prove 19221|As fond as I now love her!" 19221|The harp on the old arm rests 19221|Like a lily 'mid the green, 19221|Of fairy-like, strange melodious sounds, 19221|And seems an arm in the twilight round, 19221|Lifting o'er the light-blue evening skies 19221|A veil of glory, like an arm in bloom. 19221|O, what a silence falls o'er me! 19221|While o'er me the waves of tears 19221|Like music drift, and far away 19221|Pale Alice speaks unto me. 19221|"The night is fair," she softly sighs, 19221|"But my soul is cold and dead 19221|And cannot bear the sun's returning: 19221|And thus I keep, day by day, 19221|The story of my Alice's love:-- 19221|I told her of the morn that proved-- 19221|The love that in her heart did die; 19221|I told her of its night of hate, 19221|Of the cruel and the stern; 19221|Of the midnight that brought a last embrace; 19221|Of her tears, her last long sigh; 19221|And of the harp which through the dark, 19221|Like a lonely bird, yet sings:-- 19221|The harp of sorrow!--'tis a thing 19221|That will forever be with me: 19221|It will never, never die! 19221|It has a wail in its low sweet tone, 19221|And a parting curse in its wildest ======================================== SAMPLE 27600 ======================================== 1304|With which their soul was full at strife: 1304|He hath a gentle hand, and heart, 1304|To give it freely without guile. 1304|There be no lovers in the town, 1304|That's so contrary to the law; 1304|But when they would a lady wed, 1304|This is the answer she shall hap: 1304|'What! would you have me love so vile, 1304|So low, and to myself so base? 1304|I will be mine own true lover, 1304|I will be made of my own blood: 1304|But if it must be so, good-bye-- 1304|My fortune must be made by--you. 1304|'My beauty, my wealth, my very name, 1304|That's made of my own purest dust, 1304|If you refuse me, I will die 1304|A thousand deaths before my time, 1304|Before that I've seen you less than three, 1304|That you shall know my love more than I!' 1304|This last words, though spoken in disdain, 1304|Sounded almost like a lover's suit: 1304|For, in that hour, the Lady of the Lake 1304|Had found another for her second love, 1304|And being enamoured of the third, 1304|Him, when she saw, she made a vow to swear. 1304|When once a thing is in the press 1304|Till all men see it plain and clear, 1304|It gains the name of law, and then 1304|It is the law of every kind. 1304|When all that looks upon is dark 1304|And all they all can well discern, 1304|There is not that in them which can move, 1304|Or in their looks, that so much may move. 1304|When there is anything at all 1304|Which all men see and know about, 1304|There is not, or aught which is like it, 1304|Or which can be expected after, 1304|Which so and only so can be. 1304|A horse, he's a goodly thing: 1304|One foot up, the other foot down; 1304|With the saddle, fastened by a pin, 1304|With a spur that's ready rubbed across, 1304|The rider leans upon his steed, 1304|The steed is all in readiness; 1304|The spur to make him come to, 1304|The bridle to dismount, to loose, 1304|With all his might he tries to go 1304|Down by his own firm-set power, 1304|With not a step, one inch long, 1304|That he does not overleap. 1304|The horse is bridled, he descends 1304|The steepest path that trod ere chisel 1304|And chisel-piece were devised. 1304|The horse is licked, his strength and stride 1304|Have proved their safety in an inch. 1304|At last upon a lawn so green 1304|With bounding foot and quick, 1304|And horse and rider both at rest, 1304|The man was up but lost, 1304|And the old man got up too, 1304|But never was after went. 1304|He took no pleasure in the journey home, 1304|If all the story he could tell 1304|Could make the old man cry. 1304|He slept, he ate no food, 1304|Aye, and at last was well, 1304|But he was worse than well--he was gone so soon. 1304|I saw him in his rags again, 1304|Nor in the middle of the street, 1304|But in a field some distance off. 1304|And on his brow and chin 1304|I read the name of all his pains; 1304|For all the money in his purse 1304|He took to make him lame: 1304|Some of it, which the lash had torn, 1304|He put in bonds for a barrel-full. 1304|That was the cause the barrels broke, 1304|And the old man lived to eat and drink again. 1304|A poor but fit old man, 1304|The other day the town hall saw 1304|A skeleton ======================================== SAMPLE 27610 ======================================== 10602|Forsooth to make the heart's desire to rise, 10602|And be as they, in whom the same did shine. 10602|So doth it grieve me much, this my last year's sight 10602|For ever being so foreslaue; 10602|The which is but as a weepen light 10602|To me of holinesse and of povertie. 10602|For, by that love which is the fairest scorne, 10602|When people doth so fayr a thinges vaunteth, 10602|Whilest they doth of their deere beauty mowe, 10602|In a new season to be loosed so sore: 10602|Oft will they then, when they least expected, 10602|Gouer forth a thousand blossomes to be waused. 10602|Yet, if they will so doolit, as to shew 10602|Gladnesse of love at least in the way of grace, 10602|Them may for many yeares in summer stay, 10602|And for short space, for they that they dooth feare 10602|To looth another, so sore is their feares, 10602|That the while that they doth feare, they finde a pain 10602|Of thirst, that oft dooth the spirit to dresse; 10602|For, so loose is the worlde in every bower, 10602|As of his place the winde doth oft depart. 10602|But, by the which, forsooth, in every place 10602|In which I dooun go, I finde my chaine 10602|Of sorrow, which long time in heart will languish; 10602|And if so be I dooth not, mine owne woe, 10602|But the distress of so great a sorrow, 10602|Seeme more in danger to be fledde than fought, 10602|And for mine owne sake so much to grieve; 10602|So I for guerdon of mine owne paine 10602|Love all the more, but then mine owne solace.] 10602|This last time, that I am goon to die, 10602|Is I that ere I have done so much, 10602|That if I now mee so little love 10602|As to her I shall be made to sigh 10602|All the coldes of the Winter, till I see 10602|Greeke kinder than autumns. To my bane 10602|I am moste sure, that for her sake, 10602|Or that for her, that I should be loved, 10602|To be my bane, I then should lere lye dead. 10602|But, if I shoulde live to do her grace, 10602|I think I may, for she is much more kinde, 10602|That, with so small a paine, her love me dye. 10602|O! had I stert on that sweete dew, 10602|That of all that is, or euer hath been, 10602|Be so much with the rest, shee would be none. 10602|To be loved, be loved: so all the world 10602|That in the earth and in the air doth lie, 10602|Is now the prize of her most pure delight: 10602|Where is that other world, those others make? 10602|Where is the glory and the glory-light, 10602|That round about her fixt and sealed eyes, 10602|Bore up the shadow of her darkest night? 10602|But she now fairer in her sight doth lie, 10602|And richer and more good is she withal, 10602|And all is dark, where shamed was her true light. 10602|What! may it be her, and that I lie 10602|That first am her? how can thy bane, 10602|O sun, thy raye, in this desart place, 10602|Whose darke and doloure, and daunce do beseche, 10602|And dolour, and perversity, and love? 10602|Therein my heart doth runne to pieces towke, 10602|Whereso it runneth, and up to heaven is gone, 10602|And therewith to its last working is grown: 10602|For ======================================== SAMPLE 27620 ======================================== 1030|(The King's answer was, for which he dide call on me), 1030|And if thou be an infidel, I'll write my Letters to thy Lordship and 1030|to them that will listen here. 1030|We have a very very pretty house; 1030|In which my great-grandfather hath been found: 1030|For that I am not the father, I do confess, 1030|Thou art an inhabitant of his house. 1030|He was a lawyer, in the city Court, 1030|And that I will not pretend with you, 1030|But will make the best examination. 1030|I have taken, I confess, some degrees; 1030|And that in England, too, I know; 1030|I am in truth a doctor, if I say 1030|That my wounds and the rest are a good deal worse 1030|Than is my fancy; the time is come for it, 1030|For this is the way to get riches and titles: 1030|There are men with the name of Prince or Lord 1030|Which have no title in their bodies but 1030|Some kind of a name, and they have all the common sense of 1030|And yet are both of their fortunes lost, 1030|The very stones in the pavement and wood, 1030|And the crowns which their childrens wear. 1030|I have sometimes the most curious complaints, 1030|And also a very curious and curious tears; 1030|For I see a youth that is full of life, 1030|And his name is a man that is full of life. 1030|The people of his age may say who will what they say, 1030|But men that are in eighteen can't find the man 1030|Without, with it, for the very same, 1030|And you see all men now and then, 1030|Who have been boys in my age, all grown to men, 1030|The very least, I confess, that they could do, 1030|But the rest of their years and their lives 1030|Are lost in a sort of a blackest shade; 1030|But this man is of the sort that's much the worst, 1030|I can't put him within it again. 1030|The man that had been king of his land, 1030|And now had no king left him alone; 1030|Had you seen him at your door, or in your street, 1030|He would often ask for a pint of wine 1030|And if you gave him, you will understand his way, 1030|He is a most insolent and boorish son; 1030|He would talk you out of the world like a plague, 1030|And the reason that the old story grows: 1030|He would boast that he could have made the Pope, 1030|And had made him, and boasted of this and that, 1030|And swore that God's name he had made the Devil, 1030|And the Devil swore that the Devil had done it. 1030|Of all the women that lie in the world, 1030|The Lady Marmadore is none so much a fool, 1030|I would choose as the Marmadore of the sea; 1030|She goes on with her garter, and would fain be 1030|A little nearer to the sea than she is. 1030|She says that she is a daughter of the sea, 1030|And all she is that she can do. She would fain 1030|Be nigh to the sea, she has been so in a dream, 1030|And in a dream she has all the business all: 1030|She has nothing but a little ship to handle; 1030|She has houses for her stores, and she has lands 1030|To make the men content, and she has houses too; 1030|But they all are gone since she was in her dream, 1030|And the old dreamer's done with them and they are gone. 1030|I fear she is not fit for her office, 1030|When people think that the people are ill, 1030|As if they were the enemies of their health, 1030|She is as angry as any one can see; 1030|She is not pleased with any one but herself, 1030|But she is vexed, because it is most she's do'd, 1030|For there's ======================================== SAMPLE 27630 ======================================== 1365|With all its dark and stormy sky. 1365|He saw the great, white crescent swim, 1365|As up the green hill it rose, 1365|And, close upon its midway point, 1365|Plunged downward into the sea. 1365|And every boat that had been manned, 1365|Its person and its oar, 1365|Left in the sands its dead and maimed, 1365|And every boat was full of clay. 1365|And many little rafts there were 1365|All of them pitied and afraid 1365|By the white muzzles that were driven 1365|Among the wreckish rocks. 1365|And there were many tiny boats 1365|All of them from the water clear; 1365|But many could not swim or fly! 1365|They sank and sank upon the rocks. 1365|With many shouts they struggled on, 1365|And some from the water came flying, 1365|And some they stuck to the shore. 1365|And each man sent forth one word, 1365|'O, help us, Father, now! 1365|Help us, for Thou art with us now! 1365|Help us, O God, to save!' 1365|When the dead man had been tossed about 1365|With the rocks for a full half-hour, 1365|At the breaking of that dread eclipse, 1365|His boat came in, to be rescued. 1365|It swung in the boat and it swung 1365|In the boat's wheel, until it came 1365|Where the boat could lie and break water, 1365|And save the person who was swimming 1365|Along the beach. And through the water 1365|The stricken man looked in, and saw 1365|There--only see!--the dead man sinking, 1365|He had sunk, he was sinking, and dying, 1365|Just as the boat had been warned to expect. 1365|But as it happened that the victim 1365|Was a large and rich man, a famous chieftain, 1365|He could not save him by his own strength. 1365|He lay and grovelled in the sand, 1365|And the boat's large wheel at length made a sudden turn, 1365|And the boat was lifted by her hand, 1365|And the drowned man's body floated there. 1365|Thus was rescued the rich chieftain's son, 1365|Nor could the victims be saved again by any, 1365|When the man who lost a limb by being shot 1365|Saw the man who bore him sinking, sinking, 1365|And being lifted from the sand-drift, turning, 1365|Once more on the sands and slowly lying, 1365|There motionless, still, and dying. 1365|On the sand it was not long ere a lad 1365|Caught hold of a dead hand, and pulled, 1365|Laid him on the raft that stood before, 1365|And rowed the boat in safety over the tide. 1365|Thus was the boat borne safely over the tide, 1365|And safe from the rocks and over tide-rifts; 1365|And the lad and his boatman went ashore. 1365|"I never saw a boat like that," he said. 1365|"No, I have never seen a thing so fleet and sure; 1365|With a ladder up and down, a table on, 1365|And a boat upon a ladder up; 1365|With a table up, the table below; 1365|And the boat upon the ladder tied, 1365|And up it steams with little boys as neatly as can. 1365|They are as happy as birds that are well fed, 1365|And they sing together all the day. 1365|"The ladder's nice, and I like it so much 1365|That if I have to use a ladder, too, 1365|And I can set things up without a whip; 1365|And they sing together all the day. 1365|And when they whistle, and when they chirp and shout, 1365|And the sun shines warm and bright on all the roof-tiles, 1365|You may think, 'I wish that I have that ladder handy.' 1365|"But they sing together all the day. 1365|And the sunlight gl ======================================== SAMPLE 27640 ======================================== 4697|And the sun looked bright as new, 4697|And the waves run down at thy feet." 4697|This is the end of the tale-- 4697|Her tears fall with a thud-- 4697|She is happy, my fair one, 4697|And is smiling as they fall. 4697|And oh, but her lips have a smile 4697|Like the soft perfume of the rose! 4697|But you know the way they smile-- 4697|They stare from the window by yourself! 4697|"Come, little one, 4697|Come, and see for yourself 4697|The very pretty day 4697|When first your father caught you. 4697|That day he had to bring you 4697|He brought the clock 4697|When he said he would 4697|Hasten down that hill, 4697|For he had to look on you. 4697|Little girl, I'd be satisfied 4697|If you were always full of smiles-- 4697|But you must know, my dear, 4697|I am satisfied without them. 4697|"Go, and come, and follow me 4697|And I will show you things, 4697|And I have a little hedge 4697|To keep away the flies; 4697|For I hold me to you now, 4697|My little flower of mirth, 4697|And all the world should know of me; 4697|And if all the world would be you, 4697|What a treasure life would be!" 4697|In my garden the summer wind 4697|Has a voice, 4697|And sometimes 4697|You see it, 4697|Wherever it goes-- 4697|Little things floating on, 4697|As in water they go, 4697|Till they come 4697|To the narrow channel 4697|That I made; 4697|Then they float 4697|Until the channel fills, 4697|And float away. 4697|And so floats 4697|My little flower, 4697|In the happy waters 4697|That flow with its own, 4697|Till the channel is filled, 4697|And all the little things 4697|Are floating by. 4697|Now they're gone, 4697|And now they're not, 4697|For they are seen 4697|By a little child 4697|Among the lilies, 4697|And there, in a daze, 4697|He sleeps. 4697|Come hither, my little friend, 4697|I'll tell thee a song, 4697|Or ever thou art old, 4697|Come hither, and learn to join 4697|The merry choir of May. 4697|There is a sound of mirth and joy 4697|In the gay and rippling air, 4697|When the butterflies, fair as dreams, 4697|Go dancing under boughs of May. 4697|How sweet, how sweet 'tis, my little dove, 4697|To cuddle under the spreading tree, 4697|And rest amid the fragrant flowers, 4697|When the world lies all enraptured, June. 4697|Oh! when thou art young and soft and young, 4697|Oh! when when thou art happy and free, 4697|Come quickly and be all my heart's desire, 4697|And be my faithful little dove! 4697|There is a pleasant path that runs by 4697|The garden door through to the sea, 4697|And there I tarry till the hour 4697|Of swimming sets the seal on day. 4697|Then, when the sun comes out again, 4697|I go at break of day along, 4697|And linger on the sunny leas, 4697|And watch the waters as they play. 4697|The wind does blow all afternoon, 4697|And I shall watch the white clouds move; 4697|A sky above, a sky below, 4697|That is like two little children's play. 4697|It is a shining calm on high, 4697|A calm without a cloud, that lies 4697|On the clear blue horizon, white, 4697|Like little floating islands still, 4697|A little speck on the far horizon--why 4697|So calm and bright, so beautiful, do ======================================== SAMPLE 27650 ======================================== 2621|Wafting your way with the wind of the winter, 2621|And the moon in her crescent. 2621|I've heard the storm-tossed call the old refrain 2621|And I've listened. I sit here at this wood in the night, 2621|And the night is silent. From out the darkness I hear 2621|That old refrain. Oh! the old story! 2621|"Now, little one, now, never fear, 2621|The fairies of the wood 2621|Will never do you mischief; 2621|The fireflies, in order due, 2621|Will light you up again!" 2621|And my heart it was as hard and sore, 2621|As the frogs that frogs was dicking upon, 2621|For to wake them up again, in the night,-- 2621|With no harm done to me. 2621|"Where have you been? Why have you lied? 2621|Where have you been? The moon is going down." 2621|"Yes, the moon was going down. 2621|'Twas cold down there, no more. 2621|The people are gone to Canada, 2621|The moon has gone round." 2621|He looked up at the stars, and I guess he thought 2621|(He was a very big man), 2621|'Twas a long, long mile, he could not see 2621|A single thing. 2621|We sat and we sighed, his tale he would go on, 2621|(His waistcoat was like a whale), 2621|And the moonlight, glinting, made the old man hot, 2621|But he never said a thing. 2621|One by one the fairy folk came back, 2621|And took them to their rest; 2621|I sat and watched them, and kept wondering, 2621|And thinking, "What kind of folks 2621|These people am I seeing every night-- 2621|What strange, dark creatures have they got!" 2621|As I have often done in darkness, 2621|I scratched the back of my chair, 2621|And wondered, and pondered, and wondered, 2621|Till in the half light 2621|I saw the fire burning faint and white 2621|On the mantelpiece. 2621|"I cannot see in the dark," was the reply 2621|"They cannot all go in." 2621|"Will any of them, then?" I asked. 2621|And in an instant a gray head popped out, 2621|Stick-like, and flat, and yellow, 2621|With a thin white feather on each ear, 2621|No bigger than a pin. 2621|"I think that the feathers are broken," he said, 2621|"A little wind would tend them 2621|All the night through, and they'd all fly off-- 2621|They're nothing but feathers!" 2621|How it came to pass that my hostess and I 2621|Were in the stable together! 2621|How we looked up into the fire, 2621|And tried to see without blinking! 2621|How we looked down into the coal-black 2621|Into the half-dark! 2621|How we heard the bat and the crow 2621|Cluck in the window overhead! 2621|I heard them talking, but never 2621|Could I move my chair 2621|To listen that a voice was saying 2621|To my hostess and me 2621|From the ceiling up there above us 2621|"O little house, how still and stilly, 2621|And sweetly stilly! 2621|Here's nothing but soft air for you, 2621|Nothing but stars to see you, 2621|Nothing but love that shall not fail you 2621|And never wing you! 2621|Here's nothing but a little room 2621|Where you have place, and room, 2621|And room-bed to break for you and me 2621|In some kind of dreamy sleep 2621|On some kind of day. 2621|Here's nothing but white stars for you, 2621|Stars that shall shine forever, 2621|Stars that will tell you of our meeting 2621|Evermore! 2621|Sweetly the bells began to ring. 2621 ======================================== SAMPLE 27660 ======================================== 615|And thus to him the king replied: "Sir knight, 615|As thou art wont, I understand, is now 615|My lord's commands; nor is it in my power 615|To ask advice, for that would be useless, 615|And needless is my counsel, since to me 615|His commands I never did neglect, 615|But gave obedience, by the will divine. 615|"To him, as his good friend and brother, 615|I now of that command what remains, 615|Since I to him myself am bound. 615|I told you once that the king of England-- 615|And I such faith in that high sovereign-- 615|Afore my return to mine his crown 615|In good Saint John had placed, that he, 615|If ill befalls me in this war, 615|To me shall pledge whatever right he pleases. 615|"If I am to be your knight, I pray 615|Thy sister, that the monarch, if he be 615|In arms, by her, will pledge her goodly right 615|To you, and to the infant who your right 615|Should be. So fair the offer is, so sure 615|The pledge of this and other good shall be, 615|He shall the kingdom with his brother bear, 615|If he abide here; for, ere I die, 615|The kingdom shall be to his brother given; 615|And, as the wish has made my heart beat high, 615|By such a brother, so by thee I swear." 615|-- -- "By all the living and by all the dead, 615|By all my heirs, you will not swear what ill 615|Shall come unto you," the fearless knight replied; 615|"Nor will you have me give thee back your right; 615|But, if your princely queen the pledge regard, 615|Him shall the king with pleasure hold, until, 615|For so he bade, I prove it true to him. 615|"The queen I love is she whose truth will be 615|My shield: so will I keep, ere I depart, 615|The promise by my father made to me, 615|For the good deed of him that he forsook. 615|I would no more than this did his behest; 615|But such my joy, that I will him obey." 615|He for much time, which doth prolong my song, 615|Had taken such his oath; with what content 615|He in such fitting duty waited that, 615|The king to Charles the valiant duke, and more, 615|Had come to pay them homage, and in that 615|He was, and they wished, that he should see 615|His kingdom, where his uncle was a king: 615|But that, with whom he did so long affray, 615|The other king had left, in hospitable wise; 615|That he would take his leave of him alone, 615|With him were in his castle, or in bed. 615|With that, of Charles the fair and cavalier 615|To him that other knight, that damsel gay; 615|With him likewise he the valiant pair - 615|Sansonet, whose life to the old duke was sold -- 615|To be his escort now; and with them went 615|King Charlemagne's lady, and all the peers. 615|-- To his request the cavalier with speed 615|A courser brought, that was red-roan and gay, 615|(A stallion, named Agagite) that might, 615|Like Arion, clear the water. The reward 615|To ride with Charlemagne the monarch paid 615|With guerdon of his service; but, in form 615|Disguised, at a distance did the peer 615|(So was the promise maintained) offer more. 615|-- The courser was commanded so for both, 615|As best he could, the cavalier and knight; 615|And, to be sure of the promised boot, 615|They both and others promised in a strain, 615|The courser and his courser to convey 615|To Charles at Cinfra, in the present clime; 615|For that so was, with the present hour, 615|In quest of a place in his dominion there; 615|And in addition, promised of his grace 615|He must a party of the knights perform 615|With him, to him that he would give command. 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 27670 ======================================== 1471|The voice of God is still in me, 1471|Even when Death, the shadow of death, 1471|Clings round the way to life. 1471|All my days of being I keep 1471|In memory, as a dream, 1471|Till the time of life shall come 1471|When I live, and Death be dead. 1471|All night, as my eyes were closed, 1471|A black shadow came I nigh: 1471|'What, still? O, still? O, still? 1471|'Tis well the light was asleep! 1471|Ah, sleep, my God! . . . Where art thou?' 1471|And after I had opened my eyes, 1471|'Tis dark, I know, for all the night-- 1471|. . . . . 1471|And I hear the dead breath of man 1471|From the white heart of darkness, cold, 1471|Tearing at my soul for death. 1471|Alas! alas! I have forgot, 1471|But I saw the ghost of thee. 1471|And as from my dream I awoke, 1471|There thou wast like an angel bright 1471|Over my sleeping Godhead, bright 1471|As a star in heaven, but drear, 1471|As if thyself were nearer God; 1471|When the night fell and the light was gone, 1471|And I went downstairs to my bed, 1471|I could hear alone,--I did not weep, 1471|The angel of my day, not see, 1471|Not touch my face, not know that I 1471|Saw thee only in the dream. 1471|When I woke again, alas! alas! 1471|And found the light no longer bright, 1471|And, surer in my soul than before, 1471|'Twas only the angel of the light 1471|Over my sleeping Godhead lay; 1471|Then I know it was the angel thou 1471|Of my day's dream, even in the bed, 1471|And with all my love was clos'd to me 1471|And was no more to me, nor knew 1471|If aught in earth or sky arose 1471|To cheer me with a second sight; 1471|Or in the still dark deadness lie 1471|Like the voice of a dead world to be. 1471|Thus have I told in my tale fair, 1471|How the holy seed in God's sight 1471|Stems straight, as it its course did run, 1471|Bent to the path of his desire, 1471|Threescore,--nay, not all as well!-- 1471|Down past each year, in a straight line, 1471|Stems straight, and runs on to the end,-- 1471|When this sinful world shall grow 1471|To a larger sphere of grace, 1471|And in that larger light shall feel 1471|Glorification, no more 1471|Cruelty, in all things, whatsoever. 1471|But the light and the life are one, 1471|Are but one,--God's hand is on them-- 1471|Thy life is one, and thy light one, too; 1471|From the beginning they have been 1471|One in heart, as the whole year round. 1471|And they shall be one in heart when that 1471|Merry world shall be,--and the sea 1471|Be Heaven; and all things be full 1471|Of peace; and men be sons of God. 1471|Hear then, my brother, whom the sun 1471|Has put upon wings,--and of the life 1471|Man's soul hath sought in thee and me, 1471|In life and death, in all the worlds, 1471|What of the life unto God due? 1471|What of the soul from death to birth, 1471|As the light from deadness to white, 1471|As the love from gluttony to pain? 1471|When will it come unto us,--when? 1471|When?--when? When? When? When? When? When? 1471|Hear now a prophecy: by that 1471|God we pray ======================================== SAMPLE 27680 ======================================== 11351|And so you must--at least you must. 11351|You've all been in the "furry" trade-- 11351|But don't be foolish, old chap, 11351|Nor you'll go down any time soon, 11351|For if this thing I tell you come true 11351|We'll have _mended their furs_, and I'll return them a _bungee cord_. 11351|As for me, I can't stand the bush 11351|And want to work it over; 11351|And I can't stand the "bush" at all, 11351|And wish I had something else. 11351|As I go by the house, I see 11351|A little of the street, 11351|And soon the old folks come to say-- 11351|"The time is past so soon; 11351|We shall not wait till the summer goes 11351|Before we have our cakes and cream, 11351|And we can talk and spend the day 11351|With the children we have left behind." 11351|"The girls and the boys are away," 11351|Is what the children say; 11351|And I, a little girl, at home, 11351|But rather a lonely boy, 11351|Is busy, day after day, 11351|And the children go away. 11351|But there's something behind the scenes,-- 11351|The dear, dear boys they know,-- 11351|To keep us--I know it, I-- 11351|I go by day and I know night 11351|When I'm busy but _not_ to you. 11351|And the girls and the boys and the boys 11351|All live in different places, 11351|But they all go back to their boys, 11351|On Christmas Day in the morning. 11351|So let us go down the hall: 11351|Away from the "Hitches and Hoes"-- 11351|Let the children and the children all 11351|All go through that front door, 11351|On Christmas Day in the morning. 11351|There's a kind of magic o'er us, 11351|As we run along together, 11351|To where we can see right through 11351|And see right through the snow and ice; 11351|For the cold knows no bounds at all, 11351|And the trees are bent and the trees are bow'd, 11351|And the grasses and the grass are defiled, 11351|And all the grass that grows in a row, 11351|And all the snow on the hedgerows plain, 11351|And all the leaves that fall from the trees, 11351|That we cannot leave them all to others. 11351|Let them do what they may choose to do; 11351|And when Christmas Day comes again, 11351|We'll be merry and singing and good, 11351|And I hope we will never have 11351|A harder time than now we have had. 11351|A little blue-legged lad 11351|Who had a little green kite, 11351|And a little tiny house with a little pink window in it. 11351|And I'll tell thee why I sent her away. 11351|A little one came and asked her bed to set, 11351|The kind who would not let a baby lie; 11351|So she said, "I'll set it with both my feet, dear one, 11351|And make it nice and nice till Baby's eyes are dim." 11351|But a little bit of a lady was nigh, 11351|With a house full of good things, and a soft breast; 11351|And when I found her not too far away, 11351|I knew I had been to mischievously brave. 11351|She's a little house with a bright white door, with two sides 11351|And a little lady and a little red eye; 11351|The house with the blue door is the best one, I declare, 11351|Of the little house with the green door and the red eye. 11351|And why's she away to-night? 11351|She's been away for three long weeks; 11351|She's the kind of girl you love, 11351|And her eyes are bright as stars, 11351|And her hair is brown and soft; 11351|She's the kind of lady you could trust: ======================================== SAMPLE 27690 ======================================== 14993|The moon, then, she has to do all in a world of trouble: 14993|The morning comes in sight, and the afternoon 14993|Dawn,--and all her troubles are gone. Yet--why be sad? 14993|A woman may be sad, but I am happy; 14993|I have my joys; and my joys are over, 14993|And I--my only joy is what God crowns. 14993|"And this," she says, "is the joy of my day: 14993|A thousand hopes, and a thousand fears, 14993|Gleams from my mind like the smile of heaven. 14993|O, what a glory! but alas! alas! 14993|As in the glum little town above 14993|The beggar's rags are stained with dew, 14993|And the dust, like a soul's soul, 14993|Stripped of its worldly things. 14993|But this life of mine is a part 14993|Of them that live to come,-- 14993|Not of the world, for it is far, 14993|And does not reach us. Let my love 14993|My earthly love, 14993|Be the God of my earthly one, 14993|For I would not be another's God." 14993|My soul, my soul is the world's 14993|Fairy-land; that fairy land 14993|My spirits fill with gladness; 14993|The air is full of laughter; 14993|I see old people passing, 14993|Children, and gray-haired women, 14993|And the parson's sweet daughter, 14993|All, all, of the things that were. 14993|The sky is a mosaic, 14993|Daffodils twinkle in it, 14993|And then in the mosaic, 14993|Daffodils stoop down and whisper; 14993|"We see, but we do not see!" 14993|I watch with a glad surprise 14993|My soul come into me. 14993|Then suddenly my heart will fill,-- 14993|This is the power of my soul; 14993|"Pardon, angelic power!" 14993|My soul, my soul makes answer: 14993|"I grant you this--to follow!-- 14993|I give you this, to rejoice!" 14993|We two in our love, in our love; 14993|What joys and what pleasures 14993|Our souls will fill with their light, 14993|Our souls will be filled with 14993|While we are apart! 14993|But when we come back together, 14993|Your life and mine's will be, 14993|Dear, we shall forget all this, 14993|For our souls will be filled 14993|While you are apart. 14993|And oh, my soul that I love you! 14993|The wind that is blown hither, hither, 14993|And the leaves that are in the wood, 14993|And the sea we have crossed, and the sun-- 14993|These are but the shadows, are but the skies, 14993|And are but objects of the mind. 14993|The flowers and fruits and grasses 14993|That live and bloom in the woods, 14993|And the wind is but a singer, 14993|And the wind is only song; 14993|Are but the clouds and the sunshine, 14993|And are only the winds that blow. 14993|The light that the stars shed 14993|On the green earth and the sea, 14993|On the wood and the hill, and the lea, 14993|Are but the seasons that come. 14993|No, my soul, no, not--nor yet 14993|Shall your life be all content, 14993|But to the endless labor go; 14993|The rest be but to breathe in prayer. 14993|To ask for aught then, whatsoe'er 14993|God bids, is to groan again 14993|And bid God forget to deny-- 14993|"If it soothe thy troubled breast, 14993|It shall go with thee to the grave: 14993|Go then, my Lord, and fill thy cup 14993|To the uttermost bowl: 14993|For, if thou dost not _make_ it, 14993|Thou d ======================================== SAMPLE 27700 ======================================== 8187|Of such sweet things, that, after all the strife, 8187|The heart in love, once more, has room for more-- 8187|The love for one that is not now my own, 8187|But only to my darling's name, that lingers still, 8187|And with new, sweet emotions, throbs and trembles, 8187|As tho' in fancy this beloved one 8187|Had told a strange, new tale to her who now 8187|Was watching them, as she had watched them thro' tears-- 8187|Or rather, dreaming that her dreams were true, 8187|Dreaming they _might look past this life and Heaven 8187|To the last happy scene of a life of bliss-- 8187|So, still, and sadly, on the face of it, 8187|This lovely image of the future gleamed and sighed; 8187|As tho' a veil of awful shadow stole o'er 8187|The sight of its dear, departed shadow now, 8187|And she herself was dreaming of a doom, 8187|Of a pale grave in some far distant clime 8187|Left by the world's cruel doom, to which she knew 8187|If she turned not she might safely glide with it. 8187|I saw her--loved her. Oh! my heart was filled 8187|To be in heart so near to that dear one! 8187|Though it did seem as though she ne'er yet knew 8187|The power that was her own, by stilling all 8187|The throbbing pulse of pleasure in her own;-- 8187|While, like a dream, her words, as though it burned, 8187|Were like a broken-hearted chevalier, 8187|And all that she said seemed then as vain things, 8187|When, from her eyes of tears, her heart had fled. 8187|Thus, in this scene of happiness and bliss, 8187|The heart hath only one pleasure left,--to love. 8187|'Twas thus, that very night, thro' the green o' the morning, 8187|I heard a voice,--and from that hour, 8187|E'en tho' I felt its influence round me, or viewed 8187|Its forms on every side, 'twas never felt 8187|So strongly before, tho' not _felt_ as then. 8187|Yet _felt_ it once, and all my soul with throb 8187|And burst of pleasure thrilled its way,-- 8187|Thro' the great heart of Nature's master-piece, 8187|To its own heavenward movement drawn!-- 8187|In the pure, wild scene, where all nature's sounds 8187|Had gathered, as the ocean fills its spring, 8187|The heavenly harmony of music's sigh, 8187|And o'er the ocean's silent depths, the glade 8187|Of silent beauty stood on every side 8187|With leaves of joy and foliage of delight-- 8187|All the sweet, breath-nourishing freshness of June!-- 8187|While round the rose of Eden hung, like light, 8187|Her canopy of sapphire, like a cloud, 8187|In gilded weather, thro' the living heaven. 8187|Such was the song that sang thro' the green-robed bowers 8187|Of that still noon in June, when still and bright 8187|The life and glory of the world shone round, 8187|And the whole earth was in a heavenly dream, 8187|While the lovely world that round her glowed died 8187|In pure, fresh splendor. I have often heard from 8187|The lips of men, thro' the sweet-flowing day-time, 8187|The breath of the gilly-flowers, and their beauty spread 8187|O'er the wide plain, like the rainbow's lustre, 8187|But never had gaze upon, or dreamt of so fair a scene! 8187|For nature, at that still, still time, her eye 8187|Beneath the green leaves glistening, could trace 8187|Her own fair mists, and her own breathing showers. 8187|Oh! such the heart that loves all things indeed, 8187|From the little sunbeam, to the cloud of morn, 8187|The leaf and the bud that round us, bright, as dew, 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 27710 ======================================== 2619|I thought I'd never tell it all, 2619|But just to make it plain: 2619|She was half Christian, and 2619|As proud as she could be, 2619|Lived by the sea in a cabin, 2619|And she loved me more than life, 2619|And she'd been flirting all the time, 2619|Till I said, "I want her love." 2619|I think the old sea cow 2619|Was courting a calf to come, 2619|But his old mother was away, 2619|And the calf was a-cold. 2619|So he fled to the inland, 2619|The cowslips along the brae 2619|Came dancing down the glen, 2619|And the blue-bells over the moors 2619|Beguiled the flight of the dove! 2619|When the dove to her nest came back, 2619|The morning was blue, and the cowslips white, 2619|And the morning wind was sweet, 2619|And a little cottage took the shape 2619|That seems so innocent, 2619|And kisses the little calf, you see, 2619|That fled from the morning wind. 2619|There was an old woman 2619|And she lived down in a cabin 2619|With a calf that she tended. 2619|"C'mon, my dear, 2619|C'mon, run away, 2619|And come back to our side!" 2619|The calf, he was blue, 2619|And very sweetly 2619|Did grow in beauty, 2619|And when the woman saw 2619|How he growed, she cried: 2619|"C'mon, my dear, 2619|C'mon away! 2619|You mustn't come near harm, 2619|Or go to extremes; 2619|And wash the hands and windows 2619|Of all that you meet. 2619|And if you let a stranger 2619|Come to this place, 2619|You will repay him 2619|With cold and pain." 2619|The woman smiled, 2619|And away they went, 2619|And back she turned her head, 2619|But the blue-bells over the brook 2619|Laughed o'er their blue. 2619|She has a calf, and it looks very pale, 2619|With a big lump on its little back; 2619|She will leave it alone 2619|And ride to Peebles to see 2619|And the old woman did ride, 2619|But she could not see 2619|The little calf so fine; 2619|So she took the saddle off, 2619|And she put it in, 2619|And the horse ran faster, 2619|And down hill and down dell, 2619|And back again and so, 2619|And after them she followed still-- 2619|The old woman did go the way 2619|Of the place where the calves were; 2619|But where they had been she could not know, 2619|And she rode on the highway till 2619|It was night and stars were flying, 2619|And she heard their feet tapping 2619|Like the steps of Sleep, 2619|And she turned away, 2619|And her heart was lighter; 2619|And she was glad for all her wrong, 2619|And glad for all her sorrow, 2619|When she heard the hoof-thrust 2619|On the back of the black horse. 2619|"The end has come." "The end has come" 2619|"But what now? 2619|Will they let you wait the winter long? 2619|What will you have?" "I will wait it out, 2619|And see and hear no more." 2619|The cow went on a cow-walk 2619|With her little white hands in the wind, 2619|With her head held low, and she heard him speak: 2619|"I am all about the house this day: 2619|I am in the yard, and I am out. 2619|My white horse is a mighty thorn, 2619|And I know my house is full of thorn, 2619|And he will fight with the neighbor's wife, ======================================== SAMPLE 27720 ======================================== 845|That they can hold each other's hand, 845|And not, by some strange chance, fall at 845|Each other's feet to drink alone. 845|No more! The time is long, 845|Till which we'll keep our hand, 845|And go, at last, as things are now, 845|And make no noise, to rest; 845|Then let us keep the pledge we gave. 845|I'll stay where I am, alone. 845|What means it, then, you and I, 845|Why go we must, side by side? 845|Let me, at least, go out, 845|I and my little girl, 845|To places rare where I will hide, 845|So, one at least, to-day. 845|In my boy's eyes, I'll make a vow 845|That I'll be nothing worse than good; 845|And his little face I'll love, 845|As one knows one's only true, 845|In the heart of a friend or two. 845|If you love him only half as much 845|As I, you may, on my terms, have it! 845|But if so be that, by a word, 845|You threaten, even, this man below 845|(For he fears the wrath of the Lord, 845|Or of his father, if his name 845|Should be forgot from aught he hear), 845|For fear lest, too sincere, you think 845|What he is in a moment gone, 845|Then let him go away with his mistress, 845|With her hand upon his head, 845|And let her let me think he does hate me, 845|And that I need her even so. 845|To-morrow, then, we may forget 845|To tell that, yesterday!--oh, 845|I shall be blest for to-morrow. 845|"There is a little man, 845|A little man in a little coat; 845|It is very cold outside, and when 845|I sleep I feel--Oh! I feel like a bird that's been 845|Bitten off by a bear! Do you think that I am scared 845|It is a long, long hall, and it has its floors of stone, 845|Each facing--what is it but a floor of stone? 845|If I had wings I would fly through that strange chamber here." 845|"That is no reason you must not go!" 845|"I don't think you understand," 845|Said she "for I am going to look at the window. 845|I know that you are going to say what I must not say, 845|And I wonder if I will, with the old bird's voice. 845|The little man was happy in his coat-pie's shell; 845|Though he was a little lonely, and he was so small, 845|All the little bird's voice answered was, "Come here!" 845|And I think that I can see the little bird's face: 845|Poor little man, he had lost his way, 845|And he saw a bright blue sky; 845|And a little bird pecked at a sweet pink flower, 845|And the flower was pink and red. 845|"The little man went to play, 845|And he had very soft feet, 845|And his shadow, from the garden, made it grow, 845|And he played for me--oh, so soft and brown! 845|I played for him, and we stayed 845|As long as we could play, 845|And as long as we could play, 845|But I know that he's gone--where are you?" 845|"Where is he?" said the garden. 845|"Is he sleeping with his pet rose?" 845|"The Rose's not gone, my love, 845|The Rose's very sad!" 845|"But if you really love him, 845|Why do you kill the flower? 845|Yes, I killed the flower, my love; 845|But you killed the Rose. 845|I don't care if he is dead; 845|It is dreadful to think of him ======================================== SAMPLE 27730 ======================================== 25340|They shall be held on high. 25340|The sea is but a wall of darkling rain, 25340|And the wind a sigh; 25340|In every forest is a hearse, 25340|And a human face-- 25340|The earth is full of love's farewells 25340|And sorrow's pain. 25340|In the dark recess of every heart, 25340|The stars are ever high; 25340|And one we love--and one we love not-- 25340|Must part in sorrow's storm. 25340|From all the world we pass, from hill and plain, 25340|From sea and shore, 25340|The stars are still or moving, or are they 25340|Flung from the sky? 25340|O, 'tis but the night that closes round 25340|The eyes that weep! 25340|The stars have made a garland,--the wind 25340|Still weaves a wild! 25340|There is no sound,--save in the river's flow, 25340|And the green waves still rave. 25340|Oh, let it please your loving hands in turn, 25340|Or in the dark to hold!-- 25340|It were the best of pleasure to be here 25340|Beside me, sweet, to speak. 25340|Not with more rapture must the past descend 25340|Into the past; 25340|What is it but to love and to remember, 25340|To look back and weep! 25340|And you--so free from every care and taint-- 25340|What is it, but to be here! 25340|There's a lake upon our little isle, 25340|And on the shore 25340|There's the moon, a bright and gentle gem, 25340|That glimmers from afar 25340|As in a glass above a marble sink, 25340|And the moonlight, soft and warm, 25340|Is as the heart of man there 25340|And as clear as the blue sky of heaven! 25340|And the boatman who often has wakened there 25340|And seen the silver light, 25340|Has found it sweet as when he plundered there 25340|And looked across the sea, 25340|For surely he ne'er expected to see 25340|A silver boat upon those banks; 25340|And the maiden, who is loved by the moon, 25340|And loves the moonlight there, 25340|And the moonlight has so bright a spirit 25340|That it wakes the dream in the soul, 25340|Has found it fair--that dream within the light 25340|That he has waked to so oft, 25340|And its spirit is pure, its light is sweet, 25340|And love is its sweet turn!-- 25340|And the boatman is not afraid of the night, 25340|And the maid is not afraid of the light, 25340|Although she might be the moonbeam-- 25340|And the moon is the maiden's only light! 25340|But she has known a love that is still, 25340|A love which shall not be denied, 25340|And who is the moonlight when she wakes-- 25340|But now that the moonlight lies like a scimitar 25340|Against that maiden's heart, 25340|And she feels that she sees her wish there, 25340|And that dream of yesterday, 25340|But she cannot keep it back to-night; and she 25340|Makes confession of her sin, 25340|And her heart is aflame--and her sin--for the sin! 25340|In the moonlight of the morning, 25340|When the earth was full of snow, 25340|A little maiden saw a shining thing, 25340|And unto her mother said, 25340|"I have heard a song afoot, 25340|From some bird somewhere speaking fair, 25340|From some hidden thing that weaves this spell, 25340|This wondrous thing in the moonlight gray-- 25340|But it is not like the song I hear." 25340|The mother was not waked, and soon 25340|A child was nigh unto her: 25340|With child she was a child, and soon 25340|A child could hear her mother say 25340|"I have heard a song afoot, from a bird ======================================== SAMPLE 27740 ======================================== 29357|It's no use to hide. 29357|All's one, then, from heaven to earth, 29357|And 'cute to say, 29357|That when the baby comes in sight, 29357|The children'll all run! 29357|The little boy has a good heart 29357|The little girl has a good heart. 29357|And one, I fear, has no heart 29357|To wake 'em, if he could, 29357|But the boy has one, it's a kind heart 29357|And the girl had none at all. 29357|How little we are, and how small is the soul; 29357|And what a curious journey man's life must go, 29357|To reach to heaven, and see the earth below; 29357|So, on the very threshold of life's story, 29357|A little one, the world-old angel, came. 29357|"O to be on the wings of the wings of love, 29357|To float a little way, to soar far above, 29357|Where we shall see the wonders that are here, 29357|As angels see, and on earth live angel-friends!" 29357|He is my little friend, who came to me one day, 29357|And said, "Little friend, can you tell me of a dream? 29357|There was a little fellow stood upon the way, 29357|And said in his walk one day, "Little friend, do ye know 29357|A little fairy there lives in a very low place." 29357|"Fairy!" I answered him. "How do I know the name? 29357|I have not seen it in books or in the history books." 29357|The fairy laughed and said: "Little friend, I am not afraid, 29357|A little fellow goes there in his little walk, 29357|And on his back a little rose he never will find. 29357|He carries it home with him home to the little friend, 29357|The little friend, the fairy, and the fairy-child are there. 29357|A little boy, and his little father are there, 29357|But he can find no more flowers than his curly comb can hold." 29357|But the fairy laughed, and said: "Little child, I'm in a fear, 29357|I see all of heaven this little lad cannot see. 29357|"I think, little boy, I can not be long at your service here, 29357|"I do not think, my child, I can wait on earth till I am made." 29357|The little boy took up the little comb in his little hand, 29357|And to crown the dream he gave it to the fairy little child; 29357|But the fairy laughed, and said: "Little boy, do not think," 29357|He is my little friend and walks with me upon the green, 29357|As I come home from school from the fields and the meadow land, 29357|I feel as fresh and safe as the air with the earth. 29357|And I never should dream that my friends were so far away. 29357|But I smile and sing as I see them passing by. 29357|They never come back from their walks by the little brook 29357|That runs so very smoothly that the shining waters seem 29357|Like wheels on the meadow paths that go up and down. 29357|If they did, I would not cry when they passed by my door, 29357|For they never could come from home so far, 29357|And, as it is, I never miss the little ones who play 29357|Upon the meadow grass, and the bright birds that fly 29357|Down the fragrant, shady, fresh-seasoned wold. 29357|And when will the little ones see their father, who has gone, 29357|To take them to their mother and leave them here? 29357|A little voice said in the dim, dim light of the room: 29357|"Away to the west, away to the west, my little friend," 29357|And then it ceased, and I saw a little lad pass 29357|With an open book before him. 29357|He went past the door 29357|And stood in front of the lad and said: "What a dream 29357|Didn't I dream a dream yesterday night!-- 29357|When I played in the meadow with my friends, 29357|And ======================================== SAMPLE 27750 ======================================== 27195|Mighty little brown cow named Bo-Peep. 27195|Little Brown Cow had a golden tail, 27195|And a little Brown Bear stood in his way. 27195|Dance a jig, 27195|Little Brown Cow, you can spin. 27195|There were two little girls who lived under the hill, 27195|And they were never very well, but at least well enough." 27195|_Chorus:_ _Chorus:_ v. 27195|"Buttercup blue and cream."--Webster's New Interpretation. 27195|Who always had a wonderful way with a knife? 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"How does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|"How does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"What is a butterfly?" 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"What does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|To be a butterfly would be the happiest of places. 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"What does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|To go a butterfly would be the happiest of places. 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"What does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|To fly away, and to fly back, and still to fly 27195|As fast as you can. 27195|"Wichita cow!" v. to go 27195|Wichita cow! where do you go?" 27195|"We only mean you don't go to a farm, 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"What does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|"What does it feel to go a butterfly?" 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"Butter of gold!" v. to stay 27195|Butter of gold! where do you go?" 27195|"A dollar and a dog, that's what, 27195|And two dollars and a penny. 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand." 27195|And the dog looked so big and fat, 27195|The buttercup blue and cream! 27195|"How does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|"How does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|I, the girl with the little gold ring on her hand. 27195|"How does it feel to go a butterfly?" 27195|To be a butterfly would be a place where you could fly. 27195|To go a butterfly would be to be something great. 27195|To be a butterfly would be to be a splendid child. 27195|To find the buttercup blue and cream 27195|Would help a lot." 27195|_Chorus:_ "How does it feel to be a butterfly?" 27195|"How does it feel to go a butterfly?" 27195|She took him by the hand, 27195|She led him home. 27195|He came to her little yard, 27195|She gave him a dollar, and a kiss. 27195|"I'll be a lady, 27195|And a very lovely lady." 27195|"Yes, you shall be! 27195|And I'll make you a purse." 27195|"I want a beautiful purse." 27195|She put it on her back. 27195|She held it up, 27195|She looked down low. 27195|A lady, a lady came, 27195|She looked in the sack. 27195|She put it in the sack, 27195|She looked back down. 27195|And, as she did look down, 27195|She looked up well. 27195|But the lady she said, 27195|In a whisper, 27195|I've got a bird's nest ======================================== SAMPLE 27760 ======================================== 18500|But no reply; for still he bore alane. 18500|At length the wretch, 'tis said, he drew his breath 18500|At death's grim voice, and lost his life in death. 18500|And, in his last, last look, he sigh'd and said, 18500|'I'll never mak' my bed before God's door; 18500|So good ha'e I liv'd, and now I'm gane. 18500|And, sure as I'm liv'd or e'er I'm dead, 18500|My mither's gane, her ain! her ain!' 18500|And still the piper strike'd, and still he sob'd, 18500|And sigh'd and took his last farewell. 18500|And, hark! the piper play'd a ditty o'er; 18500|His last farewell gush'd forth a flood of tears; 18500|And he who heard the strain, was fain to freeze 18500|His sound as he lay down close in death. 18500|And wha sae braw, in life's dim day, 18500|Wad leave their kind and true-love, 18500|Their home and flag, 18500|To join the drums and trumpets 18500|Of the loud and bloody war? 18500|Maun gae to Mamie's ha's, 18500|And gie them each a new love; 18500|Maun a' the world maun you hear 18500|The roar of Mamie's cannon, 18500|The rattle of Mamie's tongs 18500|And the loud revelry? 18500|Or the brimmer of Blane, 18500|And Maud, or Jenny's gay face, 18500|Or the kebbuck bonnet? 18500|To tell of mair and mair, 18500|That ever cam frae the rear? 18500|A heart that is aye as free 18500|To pleasure wh*lt it will over, 18500|As sma force wi' hizzie clung 18500|To the bonny Scots lassies. 18500|They wanton frae the bar 18500|Frae the lasses gay, 18500|That ca' sae their ain dear dear maist 18500|The best they can ca' ken; 18500|Then let us a' sae gang, 18500|And aye join in ony cheer, 18500|And sing, till the e'enin star 18500|Of morning beams upon us--_Jenny!_ 18500|Ye hae been a weary while 18500|Till to your step again, 18500|Now we hear the horn of morn 18500|Seestered on the ear, 18500|And now the early Cuckoo 18500|Dies on the yode; 18500|The little linnets are homing 18500|On the wing to you: 18500|Maun leave their ain awning, 18500|And a' things for your ken, 18500|Ye'll hear the rush of our gushing 18500|Wind as it flows. 18500|O Maun ye join the gay dance, 18500|The dance o' day, 18500|Sae gay, sae gay, sae gay as me, 18500|Maun be the dance o' morn. 18500|The dance o' day when nae mair we see 18500|The mists rise where the snaw is rayed; 18500|The gowan's yellow, leaf and bud 18500|Shall join in hame. 18500|O Maun ye join the gay dance, 18500|The dance o' day, 18500|Sae gay, sae gay sae gay as me, 18500|Maun be the dance o' morn. 18500|O there's muckle joy in the mornin' sky, 18500|When I meet his niece; 18500|And there's solace, and sic a neighbour near, 18500|When he gae to her. 18500|Her gentle loups, and ca's a poortithin 18500|To his maist brose; 18500|He aiblins finds a gi'en or three, 18500|The lasses sae are by. 18500|But, oh! ======================================== SAMPLE 27770 ======================================== 10602|The raggish noster that with spitefull mind, 10602|With scornfull words maketh many a wretch to cry. 10602|The shame that is in wombs and in crouds 10602|And in the mouths of womankind in hart, 10602|And in the hearts of men at large exprest, 10602|Is made to seem in all things inly shame; 10602|The blame whereby a man is known to be, 10602|Is made to seem in all things to be dead; 10602|He is cast out, who hath had the greatest wrong, 10602|And is put forward in his own rebelled. 10602|So are the proud abodes of men withal 10602|So cast that they cannot be resolved on, 10602|And men that dwell in them in anger rave, 10602|And cry, "They slay him that they do suppose." 10602|Whylest neare men with a proud voice to make 10602|A jollity to that which they them enquire, 10602|To draw forth their eyes or their tongues to see 10602|What is to them a secret scandalous; 10602|Which say that he that is most beauteous is, 10602|With the love of a maiden. Who shall hold? 10602|But th'altars of the goddesses all of yore 10602|Have with their eyes, their tongues, and their eyes 10602|All drunk up with the juice of a new-blown vine: 10602|And all their beauties are to others seen, 10602|As it were hid in an empty dream; 10602|And their fair beauties so valued are, 10602|That each one, as he looketh forth to gaze, 10602|May put forth all his thought and his desire, 10602|And all his heart to what he likes as he goes. 10602|Therefore, ye godnes that have the fairest place, 10602|That hath the most from heaven for fairest face, 10602|I, that would please you, my mistress hath set 10602|Upon your lips the rose of immortality, 10602|To wit, of sweetest stupefaction, 10602|Which doth with sweetnes and with sweetnes delight 10602|Each sight that from the world can stray; 10602|And I will do whateere that you list, 10602|And make your mouths in my mouth, my love! 10602|And I will make your mouth in my love, 10602|And make sweet sleep the sweetest watch to keep, 10602|That ever the day did for aye must end; 10602|And I will make my mouth in my love, 10602|And make my love's heart into your mouth. 10602|My love for you! my love for you! 10602|My love for you! 10602|With thee to dwell in my mother's house, 10602|Where I have much to live, much to say, 10602|And much to die by, should this 10602|For ever be our parting speech: 10602|And in the fields and in the woods 10602|To roam with you, my love, to dwell: 10602|There should we see the fruits of the sea 10602|Flushed with my passion for you there, 10602|There should our limbs with flowers be clad 10602|For ever with the blushes of the spring, 10602|There I and with my lover there 10602|Lap and lave you, so to grow young, 10602|Sleepless with pleasures of sleep and rest 10602|That the life-days of the year do not end, 10602|Then, O then, with you to live and die, 10602|For the world that I so much have loved 10602|Is not the world, my love, that you may have, 10602|But an upper air, an upper sky 10602|Where, if you come and if you go, 10602|God's world (for you are God) shall but be 10602|The pleasant idle world in which I live. 10602|And though I know you to have a fault 10602|Of much the worst in you, my love, 10602|Yet I think but little if you seem 10602|Just such a fool as I am; for still 10602|When I your faults see full in the look, 10602|You still make ======================================== SAMPLE 27780 ======================================== 19226|And, like a man that's lost his path, 19226|You can see him on the way! 19226|And so I am come to the end of my road, 19226|The point at which my journey ends; 19226|The end of my path--where you can't long see, 19226|Nor when you should be doing the same. 19226|And yet--God bless you!--this far road is fair, 19226|This far road indeed is fair; 19226|And even if it were not for the way, 19226|I'd rather travel thereon. 19226|When God said, Let there be Light, 19226|The darkness he made, himself, 19226|Became, upon receiving His sign, 19226|The little lamp that gives the day 19226|Its living, individual gleam. 19226|Or perhaps, if you do not seek 19226|To make of Light a commercial dish, 19226|You'll find, on farther view, the same 19226|Pure purpose, as on Right the rack 19226|Or Life's self, a useful thing. 19226|Or if you will, 'tis but a name 19226|That bears a meaning in the dark, 19226|And hence I leave it to be yours 19226|To keep or change for ever by,-- 19226|O, God, to set a trap for this! 19226|_"L'Allegro"_ 19226|I do not love the grass, the plants, 19226|The sky above the lane; 19226|I love to live among the trees 19226|Where the wild wind and the rain, 19226|And the sea, and the trees, and me, 19226|Are never at a loss, ever one 19226|To seek some cover for. 19226|I do not love the mountains, dark 19226|Above the sea and sky; 19226|I love to live and die among the trees 19226|Above the wide world's brain. 19226|I do not love the mountains high, 19226|Where thunder's noise sounds loud; 19226|I love to live and have the breeze 19226|And be as happy there. 19226|The sun-beams move above the leaves, 19226|And rain-drops drop above; 19226|I love to hear the wild wind cry 19226|And the rain's angry sound. 19226|At last it is the time 19226|When many men must die, 19226|And their comrades, dying too, 19226|Are bidden to cut the grass, 19226|To clean the garden-sticks, 19226|And make the little corn; 19226|And the old-fashioned service drills, 19226|And the Sunday School lessons. 19226|It's the end of day, our train is near, 19226|The hills are brown, the grass is wet 19226|From the train on its road to the hills, 19226|In the track of its glory and woe. 19226|In the hills the hills, and the long day through, 19226|Is the end of the road, I know; 19226|The hills are brown, the hills, and the hillside green 19226|Is the end of my journey to-night. 19226|"Who said, 'I can't do't, boss'? 19226|I just came from that, 19226|They're just the best of the bunch, 19226|And the one you will have." 19226|"The hills are brown; the hills are cold, 19226|And the sky is dull and grey; 19226|The little bird's cry sounds sad 19226|In the leaves above my chair. 19226|I sit and watch the train 19226|Go by with its freight of gold, 19226|And wonder: where will all come soon 19226|When we've got to the town of dimes? 19226|Ah, soon enough we'll have our box, 19226|But for now we'll have a chat! 19226|When the train has come out behind 19226|I'll leave you to keep the hatch; 19226|And we'll stop at a diner down 19226|Which sells sweetmeats made with coal." 19226|To-day in the country 19226|I met a little redhead 19226|Who was half dressed, it might be; 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 27790 ======================================== 37804|And when the air was calm and gentle, 37804|As in the evening, when the day's first sun 37804|Rises from the sea, and mists have melted, 37804|I would with joy return, to make my prayer 37804|With lips so smooth and sweet and loving, 37804|Sweet to the full heart of love's sweet child 37804|That, on her loving lips where all things rest, 37804|I still should say thee, I who am thy god, 37804|Or thou whose soul and heart are in my light, 37804|Or thou whose heart, thy life and mine to be, 37804|Are in my love, my love, my life, my light. 37804|I love not the white-haired goddess, nor her hair 37804|That's crown'd with stars; nor the silver-winged cock; 37804|Nor the golden light that hangs around the fane 37804|Of Love, the lord of death,--I will not there 37804|Crown her with stars, nor bring the cock or light. 37804|I only love her eyes: the eyes of youth 37804|That burn into my soul as fire, and there 37804|I love to look, nor love to love in vain. 37804|And so I love to lie the length of years, 37804|And watch by her pale face, and hear her sighs. 37804|'Twas at the twilight; she was sitting there 37804|Amid the fruits and flowers she loved to view, 37804|'Neath the soft glow of the morning's dew-bespangled 37804|Blush of the west; she was beside him--where? 37804|Where on hill or plain or mountain top, or glen, 37804|She lay with him and watched the shadows fall. 37804|Her hands were folded 'neath her bosom's fold, 37804|Her head leaned on his arm; his kiss her cheek; 37804|And like to one whose love is boundless and deep 37804|As a great river that runs rolling on 37804|Through the warm earth's bosom, and then slakes 37804|Its fullness in a single, single flood, 37804|So did their life-time, love and life itself 37804|The beauty of their love, its deep mystery, 37804|Flow through this verse:-- 37804|'Twas in the shade of the hilly country round 37804|Where the mountain-hen was bred, I loved her well; 37804|But when there came an angry wind, the same 37804|That swept the French against the gates of Troy 37804|As rocked our ships that broke the linkes of Greece, 37804|I knew what love she loved was broken in twain. 37804|I do believe in love! 37804|Yea I believe! 37804|Yea even this, 37804|I know it well,--the soul of the soul of love 37804|A loving spirit is, that feels its heart 37804|Burn in the soul of the other spirit, and turn 37804|To praise the one as the other's beauty soars 37804|To heaven: 37804|But that is but a thought, though still the same 37804|'Tis in the soul that love's soul dwells. 37804|And who is he 37804|That heeds not love for praise, and holds no care 37804|That woos or breaks a heart that soars? 37804|O soul that art at once both maid and bride, 37804|What art thou in love? What art thou in love? 37804|O soul in whom love sings, and in what mood 37804|Love rings his joy-bells, and is all unrolled 37804|The mystic lore of love's most secret thing? 37804|Tell me, for there is none beside thee, O maid, 37804|Can tell, or would I speak it, if they might know. 37804|Love thou art not if thou wert not a maiden, 37804|But like the maiden fair, but maid-like; not 37804|Like the dark-brow'd maid, too proud of her charms, 37804|Too swift with her breath to make them come or go: 37804|For that is what the gods call the maiden's form, 37804|And love calls form and face and eyes and hair, 37804|And like the maiden thou ======================================== SAMPLE 27800 ======================================== 42051|From the world's vast expanse away. 42051|And through the drearily-coloured air 42051|The world's great gates are open flung, 42051|As through the portal of a tomb, 42051|A marble pillar of deep blue, 42051|Where the white shadow of a moon is hung, 42051|Like a golden seal upon the seal. 42051|All the dim splendour and the glory 42051|Is dimmed with smoke of incense-smoke; 42051|Where the great arch-towers of the sky 42051|Are dim in shadow of the clouds, 42051|A slow light of the moon appears, 42051|Stealing in splendour down the sky. 42051|And, through the darkening of the sky, 42051|Up to the great arch of stars, 42051|The white light of the moon is shed, 42051|As from the dome of a temple-temple 42051|The golden lamp of the sun is shed; 42051|And, over the stars of the blue, 42051|An image like a rainbow glows, 42051|The rainbow of the great arch of the sky, 42051|The splendor of the moon is seen. 42051|And, through the light of the splendour there, 42051|Up to the sky-mount of stars, 42051|The golden lamp of the moon is seen. 42051|And, through the splendour is the glow 42051|Of the faint moon on the firmament. 42051|And from the arch of the sky-mount 42051|Down to the valley-deep pools of light, 42051|The sun is seen through the soft blue night. 42051|And, through the soft blue night, we see 42051|In the dim firmament of stars, 42051|A silver and an amber and a gold 42051|Of the great arch of the rainbow, 42051|Which is spread with a gold and an amber haze. 42051|The moon is the dream of it, 42051|And the sun, the wish and the dream, 42051|Aroused by the moon and all the stars. 42051|In the dawns and in the quires 42051|Of the great stars' arch, 42051|The shadow--the vision of the moon! 42051|The great wall that guards the stars 42051|Against the light of morn, 42051|The sky--the sun--the splendour of the moon! 42051|The moon is not a dream, 42051|The sky, the sun--the splendour of the moon! 42051|The moon is a dream, 42051|The sky, the stars--the splendour of the moon! 42051|The moon is a wish, 42051|The stars, the sky--the splendour of the moon! 42051|When, through the night, 42051|The stars arise in their glory 42051|And watch us with great burning eyes, 42051|They seem to tell 42051|More wonderful thoughts than dreams. 42051|They tell us that, in the heart of night, 42051|They hold 42051|For some the eternal hope of light 42051|That still shall rise 42051|To fill the world's wide eyes 42051|With greater, lovelier light. 42051|The dreams of the mind, 42051|Like clouds of purple or gold, 42051|With the gold to mark how they grow 42051|Out of the purple of the mind; 42051|Like violets, that rise at morn, 42051|With the purple of the violet, 42051|Are white flowers-- 42051|White flowers for the white soul! 42051|And they say the morning is great 42051|With majesty of majesty! 42051|The morning of the soul, 42051|A splendour of great beauty! 42051|That opens all the eyes, 42051|Blessing them with pure, deep eyes 42051|That see the splendour of the moon; 42051|The soul's immortal dawn, 42051|Blazing in splendour from the sky, 42051|That will not cease! 42051|That will not cease, 42051|For ever! nor abate, 42051|Nor lose its way, nor stay! 42051|The dawns of the soul! 42051|Their day the dawns of the soul ======================================== SAMPLE 27810 ======================================== 615|That aught be done that may displease me. 615|"And if it please your grace to hear me speak, 615|I'll beg and yield you permission here; 615|Because if you refuse, you shall not need 615|To ask them, and that would be in vain. 615|"I by the law of God have been enjoin'd 615|Thou shouldst not to such a one reveal 615|Who by my birth, or by my lineage claim 615|Aught which by you is not. And I cite 615|The eternal pact which all men else bind, 615|Nor would that pact be broken by me, 615|I to a living kinsman would turn. 615|"My sister, I have heard, and, of my blood, 615|With her I have no kind and gentle blood; 615|Nor is she mine, but she is of my blood, 615|And she the goodly kingdom will retain." 615|Scarce had he said before the lady's mind, 615|Beneath a frowning visage and a tear, 615|The fair and beauteous prince left the hall, 615|And, where he went, the dame's and courteous lore 615|With him and his, with joyful look embraced. 615|With him there was a joyous joust, and long, 615|Of which no thought or hint had wept a tear: 615|Yet, after, he his gentle host described, 615|And with full reasons why those knights were there. 615|"I say it, with this fair king and courteous train, 615|A tale which might well in eloquence be tried, 615|To whom my story would be tedious appear, 615|Let my good son, the worthy Duke of Quelhamp 615|And his, the noble lord of Borset, attend; 615|I know they may an answer find for us." 615|And from the chamber where he was concealed, 615|So that he neighed not, the good knight retired. 615|A year ago, in that same council quire, 615|Which was about to make the king's return, 615|The faithful Duke and duke had been assembled, 615|And that day's council held in high discourse; 615|Who, hearing of his lord's absence, for relief 615|From his disquiet and regret, had cried: 615|"If we shall see his face no more, to thee 615|No grief shall more befall than for thyself. 615|What other word from you might comfort bear? 615|We know how well the monarch hath been tried. 615|"And if his fortune we with joy should hear, 615|Or if to us his name should not appear, 615|And we before we see no more that live, 615|Our hearts will be refreshed and better fed. 615|And we, with our good swords, of sword and sword, 615|We will, at such like junctures in the fray, 615|From harm and loss, in the goodly game, 615|Make fair use of every sword and blade. 615|"Nor need we care, that any be of us, 615|Or that the same our arms be use to wield; 615|For if from us some other knight should fall, 615|That other's fall by us will not befall. 615|So, as we may best advantage win, 615|We'll not be slow with our good arms to fight. 615|"If the good lady shall to us be told 615|That we or ours have harmed her in her care, 615|Her we will have in view to make disdain, 615|And by our weapons her death to be foredone: 615|If a more faithful love she prove for one, 615|She shall, for her dear knight, be of our aid." 615|And the good Duke of Quelhampayne's sister, whom 615|I have not time to tell who shall be there, 615|Hearing such words the king's desire to please, 615|Is so enraged at their conduct, that he 615|Is more than half resolved from hence to fly, 615|And makes his kinsmen take of such resort, 615|That those are all to France must have a stay. 615|But how to reach such distance I shall show. 615|For he already has the way explore, 615|And, if I well discern, has arrived there, 615|Before that cavalier but little space: 615|For to ======================================== SAMPLE 27820 ======================================== 5186|"Let no one speak, let no one act, 5186|Let not a friend be near thee, 5186|Not a brother near thy mother; 5186|Cradle no one holds within my heart; 5186|I would not that my lips could tell 5186|Thine origin, or that thou wert 5186|Witched to stone, or brought to Tuoni." 5186|Then the mother speaks in answer: 5186|"Take my daughter, Lemminkainen, 5186|My oldest daughter, Pohyola, 5186|Gather birch-buds for me at noon-day, 5186|For the lodge be warm beneath the eaves; 5186|Lay her in the straw upon the hills, 5186|In the meadows lie the rest of me, 5186|In my robes of ermine lie the rest of me." 5186|Thereupon wild Lemminkainen, 5186|He, the handsome Kaukomieli, 5186|Rolled his eyes upon the mother, 5186|On the cradle of his sister, 5186|Quickly ran his footsteps in her, 5186|Laid his hands upon the maiden, 5186|Spoke and urged her to be fruitful, 5186|To be fruitful and multiply; 5186|Instantly sprang the virgin, 5186|Ran her in the feet upon the mats, 5186|On the ground the babe arose, 5186|High she soared upon his shoulder, 5186|Swam upon his lap in joyance, 5186|Spake and this command to her son: 5186|"Grant, O thou father, now thy will, 5186|Thus thy sister's time shalt thou fill, 5186|Thus thy mother's life shalt thou shorten." 5186|Sweet is home in Pohyola; 5186|It is filled with joy and plenty; 5186|All thy voyage hence shalt thou shorten, 5186|In the haven of thy mother, 5186|In the harbor of thy brother, 5186|Iny, son of the world-author, 5186|Song of young men and maidens: 5186|"Fold thou now thy winglets, maidens, 5186|And remain within thy grandmother, 5186|Like a grain of quality, heroes; 5186|Thou hast finished all thy serving, 5186|All thy serving-things are ready; 5186|Thou hast everything costliest; 5186|All thy seats and seats are richest, 5186|Everything thy father's mansion." 5186|Thus again the ancient Louhi 5186|Call the crowds of Northland heroes; 5186|Tries the Maids of Kalevala, 5186|Tries them in a competition; 5186|Tests them on their strength and dexterity; 5186|Now this succeeds, now that he failures, 5186|Falls into fits and dizzinesss, 5186|Shows insensate rigor; Louhi, old sea-maiden." 5186|Thus the hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Seeking some worthy suitor, asks him, 5186|These the words of Ukko: "What troublous state, O sea-maiden, 5186|Comeest thou into mine absence here? What woe is thine? 5186|Tell me, thou sacred maid of Lipunen, 5186|Tell me, dear son of Sariola, 5186|Tell me, thou wondrous maiden, 5186|How thou didst at the first build up this vessel, 5186|How the keel was fashioned, fashioned aright?" 5186|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Thus answers to the Northland maiden: 5186|"I am too old and weak, and sickly, 5186|Am too old and sickly healthy, 5186|Have in all illness perished, 5186|Have no medicine left me, 5186|Cure not my own disease, nor help me; 5186|To the sea I go for healing, 5186|To the sea for perpetual motion, 5186|In the storm to roam and wander; 5186|All diseases I can find herse'f in ocean, 5186|In the lake, in rivers large and level, 5186|In the ocean-streaming waters, 5186|In the sacred Green-sea whirl ======================================== SAMPLE 27830 ======================================== 19385|The lass wi' the braw, 19385|The warld's a' bewring it wad be wise, 19385|For fowks will rue it, 19385|If they canna gie us a'! 19385|There were nine and fifty in Stour, 19385|In trowth the midd'net sun might shine 19385|The birk and the mickle was there; 19385|A' the best men and best clad in green, 19385|In every sort of suit were found. 19385|The drowsy-head, the dreamie eye, 19385|The sigh and the smile, the sigh and the smile! 19385|Though they were sae young their faces showed 19385|As they looked by trenin'-time gowans. 19385|There was gowd to gie, there was ne'er a mite, 19385|That did not make some man like to "craig 19385|An' get a breath o' praise from some man like to "gree." 19385|The wily maid was all untaught to tell 19385|What a lover like to a lover would bee; 19385|The wily maid's guilefu's nae a twinkle, 19385|Nor nought frae a frown to pierce the frowner's e'e. 19385|The wily maid, a waefu' spirit, hid 19385|The smile she sae wist in, that smiling morn! 19385|There was not a wish frae a waefu' heart 19385|But a' for a lassie that lo'ed her at hame. 19385|There was nae wish but wad add a new one, 19385|If my lassie wad give, as she had said, 19385|"Gude morning to you, my own Charlie!" 19385|There was nae wish but wad add a new one, 19385|If my lassie wad give, as she had said, 19385|"Gude morning to you, my own Charlie!" 19385|I wish that I were the wan lassie 19385|That leans upon a farthest tower; 19385|And that I were the wife that she wanted, 19385|An' ne'er had wanted a' my dearie. 19385|I wish that I were the wife she wanted, 19385|An' ne'er had wanted a' my dearie. 19385|Ah! woe is me for a' that's wi' her, 19385|Ye, that were nae partner o' her star! 19385|A' that she wanted, an' ne'er wanted me! 19385|A' that she wanted, an' ne'er wanted me. 19385|What shall I pin, when a' things come yestreen? 19385|A' that's wi' her, what shall I pin? 19385|Sae I will pin, when a' things come yestreen, 19385|Sae I will pin, when a' things come yestreen. 19385|I wish that the lassie were a squire, 19385|That I might become a squire; 19385|She were a lassie, sweetest lassie, 19385|Though wi' that loon she loved her so. 19385|I wish that the lassie were a squire, 19385|That I might become a lassie; 19385|Though wi' a knight, the loon had been my squire, 19385|I wad hae laughed to see him now. 19385|I wish that the loon had been my squire, 19385|Though wi' a knight, the loon she loved him so. 19385|I wish that the loon's marriage should be small, 19385|And they had but the same wealth. 19385|I wish that the wealth had grown small, 19385|The larder grown high and the hall, 19385|For I fear the rich man's heart grows low 19385|When the poor man's heart grows low. 19385|She lo'ed him when he came between, 19385|And when she saw him aye & then, 19385|He lo'ed her as well as the King's fair daughter; 19385|But though 'tis good and fitting for a ======================================== SAMPLE 27840 ======================================== 2732|What will you say 2732|When I've played 2732|Your little game of cards and you've all said: 2732|I'm off to France again! Why do you come?" 2732|But I answered not one word. 'Twas night and day 2732|For the news of my travel. For four days and one night 2732|I travelled on, not one to stay; and a week passed by 2732|Before my friend William's return; and then 2732|I found him gone, and what I found was worse than lost. 2732|I found the news was out at last, that I was high; 2732|Had been to Ireland three days and nights in France, 2732|With a lady from Ireland, and the news was true 2732|(Oh, the news it was true!) that I had cheated death. 2732|There never were any women I knew of 2732|That had a greater feeling for horses or goods 2732|Than I did; and they called me the Dublin Flea, 2732|And made me the flea's feather for the week I stayed. 2732|And some men, when they saw me flying so fast 2732|In France, called me the flea, and fancied that I, 2732|As I was, a flier, and not a flier at heart, 2732|Had killed myself to get rid of the Flea. 2732|But my soul was as light as a feather on the wing: 2732|I was but a man that had skittered past; 2732|And if I got home in the time that it stood still 2732|The wheels of fate would never stop. As I wandered by 2732|My little game of the Game of Life was gaining ground. 2732|I had ridden the Dublin Flea, with speed and skill, 2732|And had scored my little bit of fame and glory. 2732|It was only a woman's hair, as I came home; 2732|'Twas the first hair I had ever seen or heard mention 2732|Of a woman's head under the skies, or being looked at, 2732|Since I had left this world that I had so bravely left, 2732|For a life of honour and a woman's heart true. 2732|And I thought of her, poor little Dublin Flea, 2732|As she walked the streets, and it seemed no man knew her. 2732|No one had looked at her, and with every passing man 2732|Was talking of her, in the usual way: "About. 2732|She's as tall as the Pope, and with dark curls hanging loose 2732|As thick as a squirrel's, and a pretty, long, bright curl; 2732|And her eyes are dark and beautiful, like the diamonds 2732|That sparkle in the milky way, and so they made her smile." 2732|It was the little house that I knew--the dingy town-- 2732|Had lived there, with its windows, like a woman's face, 2732|For nearly a year, and the whole world had looked at her, 2732|And seen the big round eyes, and the dark dark hair. 2732|So I told them of my sudden change, and they were proud: 2732|"Our house has changed since last we saw each other. 2732|Our window's shut, or the door's barred, or the wind 2732|Has blown it wide, and the window-frames are broken. 2732|But the woman that had lived here so long, is there, 2732|As usual, with a glass of whiskey to drink in." 2732|It was her voice that made me cry, and the little smile 2732|To gaze at, and know but a moment from that hour 2732|Until I knew then the beauty of my little wife. 2732|I have gone round among the people: a good one you'll say; 2732|A preacher who is tired and hungry, and wants to go; 2732|A woman of the world, who is just as fond of flaunting 2732|An over-clothed garland on her head as I am of saying: 2732|And if I seem too proud of my wit, or my great-coat poor, 2732|I can put my hand in his and beg him to think again. 2732|And I say again, and the crowd still listens to me, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 27850 ======================================== 13650|But, while the others stood there gawky, 13650|They thought it would be fun to sing 13650|"The song of Little Red Riding Hood." 13650|But, all of a sudden, they grew very sad;-- 13650|That's why "The Little Red Riding Hood" 13650|Is not only now, but always true! 13650|For "Little Red Riding Hood" is never true;-- 13650|She is afraid to sing of the same; 13650|And "The song of Little Red Riding Hood" will never 13650|be true at all. 13650|The children are going to the market! 13650|There will be clogs and rugs, and flannel, 13650|And silks and scarves, and scarlet tuits, 13650|And boys' best new long-tails, in rows; 13650|Clogs and rugs, and flannel, and silk, 13650|That is the way the children go. 13650|They come at the break of the day, 13650|At the break of the day, 13650|When all the other children are at lunch. 13650|Little Red Riding Hood is a star, 13650|She went to the Hillside School; 13650|And, when the Magnolia thrushes began, 13650|And the Rose-twossom wild birds were scarce in order, 13650|Dressed in her finest, most fanciful brocade, 13650|She went to the Hillside School. 13650|And when she came back, she was crowned with more gold, 13650|And crowned with more ducats aureoled, 13650|And the girls all said, "How d'ye like Misses Riding-doodles?" 13650|And the boys all said, "How d'ye like Misss Dos!" 13650|But Miss H—d, they never said, "How d'ye do?" 13650|For she died the next year--that's what I reckon, 13650|That Miss was a ducat for every day, 13650|And every day thereafter she lived on 13650|In the immense Hillside School. 13650|There's not one of the naughty Nursies, 13650|Nor yet a Tawdry Willie like me, 13650|So naughty, that I scarce could get out 13650|Among the Grass-blades after school, 13650|Without being followed and followed about,-- 13650|And, when I turn'd back to look behind, 13650|There weren't any Here!-- 13650|For, somehow, they got me in at last 13650|To the Demon Wood so dark and dun, 13650|Where only Devil-children can roam 13650|And catch them with their Umbrellas long, 13650|And Tails that wrap! 13650|And what is that you seem to scorn, 13650|So lazy, and pathetically still, 13650|Thin-legged, tattered,--nay, the world's quite wrong, 13650|And you'll never see me again. 13650|If the sky-high towers of Babel, 13650|And the Temple doors of Jericho 13650|And the Prophets, too, of whom we see so few 13650|In our day-long walks, 13650|And Barabbas, our patriarch, 13650|Were mere myth or folk-tale, 13650|I would scorn to meet them, and scorn to speak with them,-- 13650|But when, on every hand 13650|And when and how, why, what, where, when, YOU know, 13650|This earth is bounded to, yet you rebel! 13650|You rebel at the very notion 13650|That human life, as it exists now and then, 13650|May survive our plunge into the unknown dark; 13650|That, after death, and a few years more, 13650|And you get over that,-- 13650|That you're free and equal in your glory, 13650|And God has called you to, and it's time to go, 13650|And we'll have no more conflict, from any conceivable cause, 13650|With such a bunch of knaves, 13650|And such a big, noisy, knavish retinue, 13650|In the City which you so much revere. 13650|I saw a large and beautiful wolf pack 13650|Of forty ======================================== SAMPLE 27860 ======================================== 38549|With a fairer face, a fairer hair, 38549|The rime of thy young age to grace; 38549|But, as for this, as well as for thee, 38549|(For both are of this earth of which I sing) 38549|All is a psaltery to the pears: 38549|Let the pears alone, the psaltery be, 38549|None but the psaltery shall rejoice. 38549|Thus I the life, the world, sing. 38549|Where the morn-star rose, 38549|Where the eve was first 38549|Girt with stars of blue, 38549|'Mid their golden flight 38549|To the sphere's first mien, 38549|Thou didst rise before me; 38549|Then with many a smile 38549|Thou didst laugh at fate; 38549|And, as thou didst divide 38549|Thee and me at will, 38549|Thou thy life's date 38549|Didst not know at all. 38549|Where the morning lay 38549|On the hills below her, 38549|Thou didst think that now 38549|All in peace thou shouldst sit; 38549|In the evening light 38549|Thou didst sit at hand: 38549|But, when that rose did rise 38549|That so many tears did shed, 38549|Thou didst bid it hence; 38549|Nor did it stay 38549|Long in the way. 38549|Where the evening starlit sleep 38549|In the west doth rest, 38549|In the west thou didst lie 38549|All that evening long, 38549|Lapt in thy rest 38549|Didst in sleep. 38549|While those stars were thine, 38549|Night's dark prison thou didst make, 38549|Till the morning ray 38549|Lit thee forth as free. 38549|Then thou felt'st the smart, 38549|When the sun would not shine 38549|In that lonely place. 38549|Then the night-breeze came 38549|In his morning grey, 38549|Waked thee at midnight 38549|From thy sweet repose. 38549|But he died away, 38549|And the mist-soft air, 38549|Heaven and hell 38549|Went with him in. 38549|Where, thou now, the dewy leaves 38549|Mimick the early light, 38549|There thy days, a while, 38549|Live, as they before. 38549|To his heart so sweet an air 38549|Might'st thou then have gone, 38549|'Mid the flowers to lie 38549|Sweetly every night. 38549|But he came for more, 38549|Then the leaves did take, 38549|And he took them all, 38549|Which I here have to sing, 38549|His last gifts to thee. 38549|When his last rays were gone 38549|Thou his bower didst win; 38549|There he might, 38549|Like, a monarch dead, 38549|Sit down and keep His Watch. 38549|Then I sat me down, 38549|Where I heard His watch 38549|Day and night in my head: 38549|And by His watching I 38549|All my watching did cease. 38549|Then I found his brows 38549|Bent, as the boughs of corn, 38549|When the sun is at the best, 38549|On them all to rest. 38549|There I found His brows, 38549|Then I thought of His rest, 38549|Till my heart beat high: 38549|And my ears were shut 38549|At His coming; for He's gone, 38549|And I can't remember. 38549|When His rest was o'er, 38549|I found me there 38549|Drawn along the way 38549|Of my morning's play; 38549|That day He was with me 38549|All my morning's day; 38549|All my morning's play 38549|Is Him to-day. 38549|When I go from Him 38549|All my rest is done, 38549| ======================================== SAMPLE 27870 ======================================== 1002|So that thy sight had scarce returned to me 1002|Before it was already morning. 1002|And the good Master said to me, 'It is enough; 1002|Thee as a sainted frog ere long shall know it; 1002|But how thou mayst be at home among thy peers 1002|Remains to ask of a late arrival.' 1002|"I now return, in hope to answer thee 1002|Of just amends from one who thee entreats; 1002|But with the bark of the black pitch I scare thee, 1002|That so thou mayst not stir itself on high. 1002|But if thou chance to fly over the ridge, 1002|With such a dull apprehension soar thee 1002|You may avoid the slope that is lying low." 1002|"If they that are to lead us say, 'Go on, 1002|So long as the parting sun descends 1002|The valley is so dark thy flying will 1002|Acknowledge, but not the thing thou seest not,' 1002|This fright breaks my pace, and makes me falter, 1002|As through the deep a phantom mounts to land. 1002|If it be only with their will to show me 1002|That I must stoop, or that so fallen a 1002|They think not of their fall, then soon mayst thou 1002|Perchance arrive far, or ere thou createst. 1002|But if they show to be detestable 1002|Their morbid sense, how shalt thou then proceed?" 1002|Panegyrick thus; and my Æsop asked him: 1002|"Who are the fates, that thou dost question thus?" 1002|He then: "The fate of all things here below 1002|So strictly compels, that no decree 1002|On them can e'er have power to move thy will. 1002|No plea against the truth has power to tire 1002|Thy pure indifference; so is heav'n's orb 1002|Wide opened to the view, and views new revealed 1002|That look up, which, in the primal circle, 1002|Seen from above, is called the ray of God. 1002|Next to me was the sheet by muchus deserved, 1002|Whom Cres, that island-brook, that neighbourhood 1002|Beyond the Arbia, save that by its brink 1002|It had been overflown, still kept secure; 1002|And that by which Pisaeon's brood are backed. 1002|But soon as with my Chartocane I was past, 1002|Where certain are the various and the great, 1002|Of mortal natures such was I that roll'n, 1002|In following the star of Knowledge straight, 1002|That firmament which never loses shock, 1002|The wheels that have established me have still 1002|Motion everlasting; and from this Chart 1002|More light will be dissolved forthfrom again, 1002|More knowledge will be, and more equity, 1002|Of the good and ill, which now I see, 1002|As the keen and midsummering of the rains, 1002|Breaketh a rock, that else had held a jorum, 1002|Whence erst it issued, when the sea was dried. 1002|Therein thou shouldst be ignorant, if she 1002|That Form of Darkness which alone is lord 1002|Of the infernal world, be not so bright 1002|That there the eyes wherein the pearly shells 1002|Are running with the sacred rain, doth move. 1002|And even as the sun with terror breaks 1002|A post and latch together, so I 1002|This shadowy form of mine, which I unveil 1002|So as not to look on it, revealed. 1002|Within me began we to accord; 1002|Wherefore my Guide adown the glittering step 1002|So shook his head, that never sunbeam brighter 1002|Shone on him from any organ thrown. 1002|"Of incorporeal nature, how thou fearest 1002|To what I would have thee declare the doubt, 1002|Tell it plainly, and declare the other true, 1002|Before thou goest forth: 'The fish of Brahmad, 1002|So saidst Virgil, shall out of water come; 1002 ======================================== SAMPLE 27880 ======================================== 1304|When Love's sweet rapture's burning 1304|On my breast burns now, as then 1304|Within thy breast it burned there. 1304|When the nightingale all day long 1304|The lark had love for singing, 1304|And the tide of passion poured 1304|O'er the deep, sweet feeling; 1304|O Love! that heart so tender, 1304|A song is born to thee!" 1304|Love, who from thy full world went 1304|With thy sweet silence, 1304|What time we are thine, thy being! 1304|For thy full world go not alone! 1304|Thy thoughts are all divine 1304|Honour and beauty's self; 1304|And in a little song 1304|To thee is given my soul. 1304|When my love in shadow stands, 1304|Then does he see me, 1304|And he knows I love him well: 1304|Only with the sun can he wone 1304|What he now knows not. 1304|Wisely he turns his face 1304|To my side, and 'twixt myrtle bough 1304|Looks with little art: 1304|Not unlike a seraph's een, 1304|Which side the mother-dragon is seen, 1304|So looks the child, when half asleep, 1304|The thing which it behoves to love. 1304|Thus, for love's sweet sake, til then 1304|From my sweet sight fled, my joy 1304|I soon grew conscious I did lose, 1304|As leaves into the wind are blown: 1304|Thus, for the bliss of being loved, 1304|All my joy I gave up soon. 1304|I do call my sweet indeed, 1304|That from desire was wrung; 1304|My sweet indeed, that did prefer 1304|A poor desire to great; 1304|For in itself that soul is good, 1304|Which doth not want the will. 1304|I do call my sweet indeed 1304|That to true love surrendered, 1304|Wherein still I could have been 1304|All the world in all; 1304|If she had not been thine, there lies 1304|No other treasure in the sea, 1304|The sea which yields with itself 1304|All the treasures in the world. 1304|Now, if thy soul in me is wrought, 1304|As in some boughs a daisy grows, 1304|And in me a sweet and tender grace 1304|Doth even the poor burthen bear, 1304|Then, say, what sweet delusion dost thou 1304|Forget the good which it would give to me? 1304|Canst thou, being wise, desire to live 1304|And not be undone by reason mild 1304|By which I well deserve thy love? 1304|Love is no love at all to me, 1304|Which in itself is good, 1304|And yet to love is charity: 1304|It is not kindled in my thought, 1304|Nor acts or fails at all; 1304|But what I love is and believe. 1304|It is a flame wherein doth burn 1304|All strength and warmth and gladness found: 1304|It is the flame in which doth rest 1304|The essence of all goodness found. 1304|How, by a careless saying, dost thou 1304|Lead me into folly's fatal mine? 1304|In my high love doth dwell 1304|All memory and all feeling--so, 1304|It cannot pass away. 1304|It doth so much o' its feeling prove 1304|That, when we feel the cold, 1304|It doth in body coldly freeze, 1304|As water in the sun. 1304|No pleasure ever gave so much 1304|For which my passion doth cry, 1304|As that which gave my sweet delight-- 1304|My joy in her to live for ever. 1304|Love's great glory is its heav'n being: 1304|Love's birth is a birth from the weeping: 1304|Love's bliss is the seed of the thinking; 1304|Love's law is that which is sweetest, 1304|And peace is the ======================================== SAMPLE 27890 ======================================== 5408|A very little thing that lived upon a little, 5408|A very small thing that died and left no trace behind it, 5408|And is now but a very little sparrow, 5408|A very small thing you think we think we know by heart, 5408|And only a little more that was the wise man's brother. 5408|"But he who took the universe by storm 5408|Was certainly the first that wrote a profound thought, 5408|And even greater was the greater mystery, 5408|In the long train of his vast enterprise." 5408|"And then he had two legs," said an amused companion. 5408|"What an immense amount of ingenuity! 5408|To drive a carriage with only legs, 5408|And to carry it in a very little space, 5408|For something great he thought there must have flown, 5408|For something big must have got out of its place." 5408|"What a great discovery that my God was also," 5408|Another cried, "who made the very trees 5408|Of the Firmament as if they were only alive, 5408|And walked upon the Earth with all his legs." 5408|"He walked with legs because he was so fond of them," 5408|Said a third; and another: "It is impossible 5408|To make a man from a new species of seed; 5408|But how could he have been born at all?" 5408|"There would have been no reason for him," was the conclusion, 5408|"But that we had to let him out of the snares, 5408|And had to feed him with this Earth vegetable food." 5408|"If all the Heavens have been formed of Earth Vegetables 5408|And no man was born," said another, "why, then, 5408|He must have been the God of Earth and of Air. 5408|The stars are the wings of him, and the air 5408|Is his boat with which to travel the Heavens; 5408|But he has no boat, no wings, no air, and his heart 5408|Is the earth." 5408|The last speaker had rather a large quantity 5408|Of nonsense but sufficient for this tale. 5408|If I were a big black cockatoo, 5408|I could strut in front of thee at night 5408|And be at once a sober man and wise; 5408|I'd strut in a manner more dignified 5408|Than all thou art, thou pompous, peacock-headed, 5408|Plump and furry, with a trifler's sense 5408|Of thyself a real pompous peacock-footed. 5408|But I'm a simple cockatoo, 5408|A bird of fun, an ear with no brain, 5408|A fat black cockatoo, 5408|A bird of mind and a joking mind, 5408|A cockatoo endowed with no wisdom, 5408|A parrot of intelligence and wit. 5408|If I were a big black cockatoo, 5408|I could strut in front of thee, at night, 5408|And stand erect on my laurels, in spite 5408|Of every thing they do and say, 5408|I could sing, at night, as I did oft, 5408|Sung in a manner more humorous 5408|Than the tunes I have taken with me, 5408|Or those they used to sing as they came marching. 5408|But if I were a big black cockatoo, 5408|I could strut in front of thee, at night, 5408|And stand erect with a muttonkin-lid, 5408|With a cockatoo's fat head and headless brain, 5408|And doggish brains, and stupid, self-addressed. 5408|O you little boy with a black nose, 5408|O you little lad of a thousand songs, 5408|O you little parrot that knows no better, 5408|O little bird with a black nose, 5408|You know that I love thee, and am sorry? 5408|Oh, I hate thee and hate thee, yea, hate thee 5408|with both my life! 5408|Thou little, little, little, little wild-fowl, 5408|Thou little bird with a black nose, 5408|I hope thou dost know ======================================== SAMPLE 27900 ======================================== 9576|The last and loveliest hour the world-round. 9576|A thousand eyes! a thousand hearts in beat 9576|The life-blood leap from out your living gates. 9576|For life is love; and love is over death, 9576|And death is love which love unending brings 9576|In beatings from the heart; and love is life; 9576|The first, the noblest, and the last, -- love lives! 9576|The life-blood leap that leaps in the vale 9576|For love; for love is over death, 9576|And life is love which love unending brings 9576|In beatings from the heart; and love is life, 9576|The first, the noblest, and the best, -- love lives! 9576|The first-born child of earth and heaven, 9576|The crown of Israel's future days, 9576|God calls you now from morn and even 9576|To share with him Heaven's harvest-harvest, 9576|The joys that yet must crown his years. 9576|For him the long, bright harvest-morn 9576|Shall never darken, white or red, 9576|Though all the corn be stolen away, 9576|The king's red crop and the lord's white; 9576|For him, at harvest-tide, 9576|The reapers pick the fair 9576|New-turned corn, and cry, "Hear, O, Hear!" 9576|And at the sound, all down the west, 9576|The startled herded responses blend 9576|Of joy, astonishment, 9576|And fear at that "Hear, O, Hear!" 9576|And at the sound, through Heaven's own rim, 9576|The rededicating star, 9576|The great unclouded moon, 9576|The stars united, in one blaze, 9576|Shall shin, and shine, and glow, 9576|A relic of the war, 9576|A token of the peace, 9576|A pledge of future joy, -- 9576|The first and latest meet, 9576|At harvest-tide, 9576|The reapers pick the fair 9576|New-turned corn, and cry, "Hear, O, Hear!" 9576|O Harvest! when our eyes are dim 9576|With watching over sown grief, 9576|When harvest-robes are rent, 9576|And worn with weeping, standeth she 9576|The Prophetess, Mother, Seer, 9576|Preaching to the blind, 9576|That bright no more shall be 9576|The harvest of our tears. 9576|O harvest! when our hearts are sore, 9576|And faithless love doth sow 9576|The sand-grain which our babes shall bear, 9576|Not ours to reap; 9576|O harvest! when our souls are stark 9576|With weary watch of fears, 9576|And hope is dead, 9576|And bitter hate doth breed 9576|And bitter sorrow breed 9576|From childhood's good: 9576|When good men perish, 9576|And false and base they prove, 9576|And rotten bale be seen, 9576|Made good again, 9576|The harvest of their tears. 9576|Till Christ shall answer us, 9576|To gather strength and come, 9576|With broken ploughshares and with shorn crown, 9576|To spread the harvest-path 9576|O'er country, clime, and light.--HATH He 9576|A voice, a face so pure, 9576|So sweet a voice and face, 9576|That all upon me and His appeal 9576|Deep silence dwelt! 9576|So deep upon my spirit fell 9576|His calming grace, that lo, 9576|In light as of the silence of stars, 9576|A light seemed dwelling there, 9576|From Him and from the worlds to hear 9576|The message of His love! 9576|O silence deep of heart and voice! 9576|O tender, touching, dear, -- 9576|O Holy Father! in Thy care, 9576|O servant, Thine, -- O witness heard 9576|By hearts more holy far! 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 27910 ======================================== 615|That they beheld her no goodlier than myself. 615|But, whether they, or Fortune, cause the woe, 615|(As I believe) the thing I said is true, 615|The queen, in the same hour, that she to me 615|With words so foul, in words so mean, did fall; 615|Nor longer dar'd with her to dalliance woo, 615|Than, against her will, to vengeance did pursue. 615|"She, when I at the sea-shore took to drink, 615|Brimm'd my cask, and for my friends, with wine, 615|To me her secret thoughts with pleasure told; 615|And how she, if I avenge me, will beie, 615|And will my brother, of the noble breed, 615|Receive, and send me safely thence againe. 615|"Thenceforth this lust I nought forgetful feel; 615|And of my brothers make a plaint, and how 615|Each one had a good wife, of whom I hight; 615|Who, when she heard this, could not but regard 615|My goodly lineage and fortune, which 615|Foretold in truth my coming so far. 615|"I, when to this island she had come, 615|Besought the lady to make known the way 615|She would depart; and, when she would not do 615|(So earnestly desire) I went my way. 615|And soon as she beheld that she was gone, 615|She to me the way-side with her might go, 615|And here and there, by chance, might see me stay; 615|And then she spake, 'No long time shall this land 615|Nor yet be known, thy brother, if thou wait.' 615|"She, upon my coming back, told me 615|That I had little need to make demand; 615|And she would prove my brother's journey light. 615|But, with her leaving me, she her eyes 615|And face from her departed, would reveal; 615|Nor more the same, since she departed hence. 615|"She, what I could not do, with such surprise, 615|And with such grief, at what I had related 615|To her, proceeded, when with me to bide: 615|This when the dame perceived, that I was freed, 615|Upon the ocean she a party made. 615|The rest to land were fastened, or to sink; 615|And, all the shore covered by such host 615|As had already, in the waters, died. 615|"When I had left the dame on sea and land, 615|"The rest, and to the palace, and at last 615|(As I believe) that other sea and land, 615|Moved by the wind and tempest, at their ease 615|Worked; by their power of motion I was strownd, 615|And saw a storm of waves from the right hand 615|Descending on the left; wherein, all bright 615|With clouds of dust, a great cloud was exprest, 615|And through the billows dashing, in their flow 615|And fearful fury of ill, the ships appear. 615|"At that tempestuous tempest, as 't is said, 615|From that huge cloud the billows parted wide, 615|And from each side the billows, as it flew, 615|With little scattered foam and foam, did blind 615|The view of their high-surfaced vessels in the deep. 615|The sailors thence with their weapons and their oars, 615|For protection, make a sheltering ship; 615|And I, a sailor, who by chance the shore 615|Of ocean seen, and the wide sea beheld, 615|Of these my sorrows in the middle place. 615|"The first that took the port of Cadiz is, 615|Who hath a cruel brother-band, or more, 615|Who do the king and people much evil will 615|In that proud city, -- of such like tooth, 615|Their malice is, I should be somewhat eased. 615|Of men whom fame, with reason, makes to be 615|Nought to the world, but dogs of their own foughters, 615|Who, whereon others to the wolves give place, 615|Dogs in their wits, and follow the false way. 615|"The second is a ======================================== SAMPLE 27920 ======================================== 7394|It seemed as if a thousand devils glared 7394|Behind him on the mountain tops, 7394|And whispered in his ears the worst of hell 7394|As the great wheel made his feet go round. 7394|His head it came just to 't again 7394|On a sudden at a sudden frown, 7394|It moved o'er a stump of oak, 7394|In a moment's space he found himself 7394|Where a great lake, so dark and cool, 7394|Was a shining heaven of blue, 7394|In the black skies above him cast, 7394|And he saw the sky above the hill, 7394|The hills, the river, all were there; 7394|He stood beneath an oak that swung, 7394|As through the mist it swung and swung, 7394|While the great sun like a hunter strode 7394|Above the mountain-tops, blue, blue. 7394|Then he saw that there was none on earth 7394|Could equal him on horse or man; 7394|And he took his horse and rode away 7394|And never looked back at all, 7394|For the world's eyes were all on him 7394|That the wonder of his feats did glow. 7394|His horse dropped from his hand like lead, 7394|But the sun held its breath to see 7394|A glimpse of him before he dropped, 7394|Then like the giant fire it drew 7394|Up above the mountain tops, blue, 7394|And followed him as hound follows hound, 7394|Till the mountaineer came back to where 7394|He sat with his naked feet, 7394|And there came the king of men to see 7394|His rival mountaineer bound, 7394|And the great sun looked down from where he stood 7394|On his great prize in sight! 7394|The king took him by the beard in his hand, 7394|And the men looked on with pitying eyes; 7394|But lo, they found him not the man 7394|They had dreamed of for so long a while,-- 7394|A wild and wily beast, 7394|A fierce and devilish beast, 7394|A thief of all the world's deceits, 7394|A murderer of one fair child. 7394|The king was mad with rage. 7394|"Take now this beard, this golden braid, 7394|And bind it tight, and take this wreath; 7394|You greedy men! You brood over seas 7394|And lands of every shape and name, 7394|And you would have it all, to wear 7394|A little while in your sad palace, 7394|Wear this great gold crown as you can, 7394|But you come not to carry it off 7394|With your cold gray flesh and blood 7394|On your shoulders, that no man may see 7394|This crown of all your world-dishonored 7394|Sweat and black hair!" 7394|The king bowed his head and sighed 7394|And raised a great cloud of his grief, 7394|Sinking his crown in that deep tide 7394|That gathers from the waters of death; 7394|But his men looked on with haughty eyes 7394|And they laughed at him for his sin, 7394|And a great sun-flower, from the west, 7394|Made in the heart he should rise again. 7394|The great sun-flower opened east at noon, 7394|The great sun-flower rose up from the west, 7394|And round about the hoar-frost came, 7394|Till the world was black with June. 7394|As the sun-flower broke into fragrance, 7394|As the great sun-flower broke to glory, 7394|The king in the palace began 7394|Till the sun-flower grew to full stature; 7394|But the king and his men did not age,-- 7394|And the great sun-flower waxed old, 7394|Till it died on the royal head; 7394|And the lords of the earth in the palace, 7394|Ruling with an iron hand,-- 7394|Had seen an end of their purple pride, 7394|And the King died beneath the world's eyes, 7394|And the golden crown was ======================================== SAMPLE 27930 ======================================== 9889|_It was a pretty good, old-fashioned night_ 9889|And the lights went out. The wagons were at rest in the dirt-- 9889|A quiet night, the stars were low. A pretty old man lay 9889|In that last corner of the tent. I was sitting alone 9889|In the corner at last, with the lights all off and the watch 9889|All turned off, when there came a knock on the door. 9889|I opened the door, for in came the camp-meeting host: 9889|"I don't know, Ma'am. Is it so, Miss? You seem so sad 9889|To be gone so many days?" 9889|"Yes, Ma'am," I said, 9889|"But I don't think there's any one in town to-night. 9889|Tell me, friend, you are tired to-night?" 9889|Then my friend 9889|Whispered low, "I guess so. Let's find out together 9889|Where I'm going, Ma'am. I'm so weary and ill, 9889|I cannot keep going, and I won't at arouse 9889|A fever in me--it's in my brain." 9889|"Yes, yes," I said, 9889|"But I'll tell you the truth; it all comes back to you, 9889|In different ways. I used to think one way was best 9889|And for another I don't know." 9889|"I'm sure I knew, 9889|And here I am proving it. I thought you were a man." 9889|"Your right hand, Ma'am, is tight in its clasp; a man isn't; 9889|But with the right hand, you see--well--with the right hand." 9889|Then I went out, in the darkness, and looked about-- 9889|And--they had made a feast, as that poor old man had said; 9889|And I could see each dish with a fork full of rice and beef-- 9889|A piece of honey-cake--one piece of egg, and a slice 9889|Of pork-meat and some salad. And the beautiful young maid 9889|On the edge of the table, dressed in a shawl, with white 9889|maids round about her, and a little old gray man 9889|Who held her close to his breast, with the hands of her hair lifted. 9889|And I saw her looking through the candle's tear-red 9889|curtain, with a smile on her dear old face 9889|"Yes, I'll go along with this," I thought, and I was glad, 9889|And I went home, and I did not go to the meeting till three 9889|A dog-gone, and his hounds were dead, 9889|And no one was there to play with them, 9889|And I've left them here with the dead to lie 9889|On the green turf at the end of the trench. 9889|So, you've come, old friend, though you're sulking, 9889|Back with the corpses to bury; 9889|Here's a bed for your hat and your breeches 9889|(Don't worry about the others). 9889|And your hand in mine. _The war is over_! 9889|You see that we've missed our share? 9889|We haven't, don't you know? 9889|And we've heard you're going to let us 9889|Go without for a week or so; 9889|And you're going to give us a week to live 9889|And so, old friend, you will go away, 9889|With us to Ireland or France? 9889|We will go with a broken heart; 9889|But you will have to spend it so, 9889|That is the thing that we say, 9889|When we get home again; 9889|If you've the will to live, and we know 9889|That you have the heart to think. 9889|And if you've other things to do, 9889|And other friends you would meet, 9889|We are glad you haven't come to give us 9889|A happy, quiet death-- 9889|Happy, calm--no matter where. 9889|If the grave is hard, and long, and bare, 9889|If they bury not one ======================================== SAMPLE 27940 ======================================== 8798|Yet, as it pleased him, to the bard new- 8798|appearing, he drew near, and in few words 8798|Answer'd that heavy-rooted nation's sound. 8798|"Enlarge for a while that instrument, 8798|Thine is the justice, not mine the art; 8798|But yet some virtue, though uninvented, 8798|May break out, ere long, from this vast assembly, 8798|Such as hath held converse with the prophets, 8798|Since Jacob, being absent, found not the fore 8798|Held in ignorance by the latter wise 8798|Of God, or his own wisdom, all fine truths, 8798|But only of displeasure and of grief. 8798|Now may this mighty voice, at least, descry 8798|Humbly the purpose, namely, to punish, 8798|As to its seed, the trespass of this tribe; 8798|And, in due time, such mercy and release 8798|From bondage as their lineage may claim, 8798|That following them it may increase and grow." 8798|Noting that in the blindness of his eyes 8798|He saw the spot where Christ and his associates 8798|Were crucified, he circled round the King 8798|More closely, and the surly dragon cast 8798|Fierce glances at him, on the left side, where the bone 8798|Gave evident proof that the heart was there. 8798|But, when he came so close the pole, that no 8798|Motion of the head or of the spine could be 8798|Impeded, where the skeleton most clearly showed 8798|There was, he turned him, and from him I took 8798|The hand of fellowship, in speaking lay 8798|Not far remote, as if a little doll 8798|Made with my thumb convey tidings to my heart. 8798|"Humana ludens vestrisque mentes, et aeger 8798|Cognati, et artes non credis: sed contra, 8798|Ut mihi nova lea verecundus institutus, 8798|Pudet et laboret: haud credis non licet, 8798|Etusque licet credis. Ecce mihi dura sit. 8798|Languescit autem credis: haut satis est in ignes, 8798|Aut cum in arcus, qua cum in arcus ignis 8798|Dulce sit eris. Viros haud credes non licet, 8798|Ensullis: haustus est ensulla lingua sit." 8798|answered him then, like as a man when he 8798|Is ask'd if he desireth have a letter read: 8798|And he to me: "Thy wish imports me of thee 8798|Behavior and office different from what they do. 8798|Nature, that seeth how thy nature is fit 8798|For life, directs her minister so far 8798|For thy benefit, that the written word 8798|Shall instruct them to impart the moral law, 8798|Which to fulfil, govern they not else but God." 8798|"Now say, I pray thee, whence doth this effluence 8798|Of fire and water effuse itself?" was all 8798|I could prevail my venerable teacher to say: 8798|Whence he replied: "From the first hour that Time 8798|From its first motion began, until the present 8798|Itself has finished, without ceasing, and makes 8798|One circuit, that the spell of nature doth bind 8798|All things unto his image; this, not drawn from 8798|Reason, its powerful sustaining power, 8798|Falls under that consummate circle, and is whirled 8798|Far from its source, obeying that which doth turn 8798|Earth's circle to a waltz; that so my words 8798|May advantage confer, whence ceaseless growth 8798|May be expected for those roots, which then 8798|Consume the body. But thereto my words 8798|Are wanting. Forthwith will come to pass, 8798|That I shall need thy help. If the K [-=] -king 8798|Of Morocco, to whose imperial sway 8798| ======================================== SAMPLE 27950 ======================================== May it please your Lordship's Highness, as 8800|Now to record I send you, through my fretted 8800|heart with restless desire to write you a letter, 8800|so that, if it please your Lordship's Highness, your Highness 8800|may per mark recover the better part of what 8800|was spent of late upon the long and fruitless 8800|inquisition of Simon Magrus, which not having 8800|healed the former distress that still oppressed him, 8800|I may write you a letter no less soothing to his 8800|heart, and so restore him to his senses and 8800|satisfaction, that he may again address him 8800|like a father. I write not to start war; for 8800|this cause do I requite you for what you have lost 8800|and still more to heal your hurt. I write not therefore 8800|to start war, but simply to mention, that it pleases 8800|your Lordship's Highness the most to hear I have 8800|inspiration for your song. 8800|"I have lost count of the countless mansions 8800|that he extended in His wisdom, whereof 8800|he made the score. There were the mighty mansions 8800|of God, where the high angels dwell, where angels 8800|depended for redress. There also were those 8800|chimed of His bone, met so specially with 8800|purification and rich ablution, that they 8800|turned again to their bodies, and there rested, 8800|according to their needs, while they abide 8800|ambiguous in the love and evil attaints 8800|they had entered. Next upon this side of Heaven, 8800|mighty city, built by the Most High God, was that 8800|which Solomon built: namelen also, and Pallahs, 8800|and lofty domes and great. All these were reduced 8800|to ashes by the flame of his necromancers: 8800|and all that worshipped Him suffered injury and 8800|wrong, from pole to pole. The other houses, 8800|such as are above ground, or on this side 8800|earth, or under the waters, all of them were 8800|destroyed. The three chief courts, the presence 8800|whereof the Lord drove out the miscreants, were 8800|destroyed also: one temple two their place 8800|supplying, and the other Lord's did they replace 8800|with his second temple, reserving it 8800|for prayer and sacrifice. The three holy places 8800|were as follows: the uppermost, where 8800|Jeroboam, the wise Paradise-born, 8800|Deposed of Esaias, abides. Around 8800|the modest Hanun with his retinue 8800|Is, as he omnisheth, guarded." Such 8800|as had been my speech, had it not been for me, 8800|I had not believed, but discerned the truth, 8800|early to spring, by that power, which precedes 8800|every movement kind, even as a man, that turns 8800|quickly unto the right, or whosoever turns 8800|easeward. The banner, that now displayed 8800|its mean length to the instant that it were thrust 8800|forth by the wind, extended in front of 8800|Melchizedek's priest, and bore him company, defiled 8800|serene with jewels, in sable rather than 8800|matches with which most men are mazed. The others, 8800|based here and now on the same rock, had 8800|turned not away from the Cherubim, had remained 8800|uate within their length, but as they were hourly 8800|gathered, shorter became. Thus the countenance 8800|of the Lord, to lead them, made me bend his course 8800|aft-view of the mount, which the backward gaze 8800| of our Archangel had entered there; and as he turns 8800|his rein, in reverse, such I mark'd upon 8800|the right hand of the Patriarch, who in manne arms 8800|stands more erect. Behind him came that rout 8800|of worshippers, who for pure prayer did not cease ======================================== SAMPLE 27960 ======================================== 1030|For the loss of a good man. 1030|The King of Athelney's ass, 1030|That's a great great feller, 1030|And a great great feller, 1030|He went to fight with France, 1030|But had rather live with Scotland. 1030|This fellow was a good feller, 1030|And an ass he was fated; 1030|They had fought, but they both fell, 1030|In conclusion they both shipp'd. 1030|So they both together died, 1030|Where they both were bury'd; 1030|And a good man of auld and young 1030|Made a fat sow of their bones. 1030|A great great feller, 1030|And a ass they were fated, 1030|And they both fell in a valley. 1030|When you see a great great feller, 1030|With an ass you can bet, 1030|That he will put both them bones, 1030|If he does but touch them. 1030|This great great feller, 1030|In his good time, 1030|Was a valiant man of old, 1030|And a good great feller. 1030|He went up to the King for battle, 1030|And with his blood did pay; 1030|Tho' the King did give him all his lands, 1030|And he gave him the peace. 1030|These two fells they ne're did meet at all, 1030|And he was only friended. 1030|But that great great feller 1030|Whose name is famous 1030|Was the most just and worthy man 1030|That ever was nigh. 1030|The King of Athelney was a feller, 1030|And a feller was this feller; 1030|This great great feller 1030|He was most just and great, 1030|By his owne words o't was he made King 1030|For his owne, his lands, and he swore 1030|By the great, the wood, and the water, 1030|And he said he would them take. 1030|And they took away his lands, 1030|And his gold and his silver; 1030|They took from him his freedom and right, 1030|They took both his freedom and right. 1030|He swore by the great, the wood, and the water, 1030|That he never would they take him. 1030|The King of Athelney, the great great feller, 1030|Went to the King for defence; 1030|And he swore by the great, the wood, and the water, 1030|That he would not that day take him. 1030|And they took him away his lands, 1030|And his gold and his silver; 1030|They made a King out of that great feller, 1030|He had no right yet, to reign. 1030|This great great feller 1030|By his own words wore his right thick band, 1030|And never yet took he none. 1030|Then King James, lord Chancellor, in the King's name, 1030|Came in with great news to the King; 1030|He was made King, whate'er was the will of God, 1030|And they kept the King and his lands; 1030|For the King's men were the best in the land, 1030|And no man could them beat. 1030|This great great feller 1030|Had both land and right, 1030|And he gave them both out unto him 1030|On a day that never would be late, 1030|For the King of Athelney said nay. 1030|But they kept his lands, 1030|And his gold and his silver; 1030|For the great King swore by the great, the wood, and the water 1030|They ne're took the King and his gold. 1030|This great great feller 1030|Went to his death in that same day, 1030|And his gold and his silver 1030|He did not give away, 1030|But they kept his lands, 1030|And his gold and his silver: 1030|For the great King went to his death 1030|On the same day, 1030|In the ======================================== SAMPLE 27970 ======================================== 4272|As the clouds roll down a storm of rain! 4272|And where that happy heart can be, 4272|A merry throng will sing its praise. 4272|Let this be all that earth can boast, 4272|A shining sky, a glorious light; 4272|With them, with them, thy sons shall live; 4272|And, for thy sons, thy blessings spread 4272|Like to the stars above the skies, 4272|Whose light in a dark world appears:" 4272|And when, beneath their gleaming ray, 4272|Thy sons gaze on that glorious sky, 4272|There, in that light, how bright and bright, 4272|In their own eyes, their fathers see! 4272|They were the sons of His poor shepherds: behold!-- 4272|Who they were ye never may be clear - 4272|For all their daily deeds, their daily words, 4272|They tell us, "Not in the world's eye, but in His eye!" 4272|To some these verses are addressed: 4272|"_Hands folded on the bosom of God!_ 4272|"_A soul in clouds has risen to be_ 4272|"The dear companion of My lowly bed, 4272|And His poor and meek and lowly born: 4272|For the least of earthly things the Saviour's might 4272|Hath raised in glory of His strength from the dust. 4272|"_My father earth's and my mother's seed,_ 4272|"_And in the world's eyes God's image, I,_ 4272|"_Is the blest Son of God Who died-- 4272|"_A Saviour and the Lamb that cometh in_ 4272|"He was 'neath dark angels seen with me,_ 4272|"_And the glory He made for me of the deep_ 4272|"_Is that which I shall see when there's my Lord there by!" 4272|"_I have known sorrow and I have known woe,_ 4272|"_And I know that I too shall go hence away,_ 4272|"_When I lay face to face with shame and death:_ 4272|"_When for a little while I was hid from Him._" 4272|"_This is my comfort for a world of care:_ 4272|"'I know that my Saviour is on high,_ 4272|"_Whose image I cannot pass above_ 4272|"_Until He comes to me and forgives my sin:_ 4272|"_The Saviour's glory is upon my way,_ 4272|"'And the glory His Father hath given me_ 4272|"'To bear with me the pangs of separation_ 4272|Whose image I cannot pass above._ 4272|"_Lord, by Thy power I now am reconciled:_ 4272|"'The fault of Adam is his by whom it was done;_ 4272|"'Tis not for me to smite Him or set Him free,_ 4272|"'It is Thy will that I sinned not,--and Thou wilt not smite me_ 4272|"'And I have no other charge than my sins did I commit_ 4272|"'And I have no other grace but that which I had of Thee_ 4272|"'But my sin will be forgiven, and I shall be forgiven_." 4272|Thus was we glad: the heavenly choir, 4272|With their pure voice, did speak to us in glee. 4272|The voice was sweet in heaven as by 4272|A voice of sweetest melody; 4272|"Thy God, for thy redeemed's weal, 4272|Have evermore been with them by day and night!" 4272|They taught, they suffered, they suffered long, 4272|As if not fast for very griefs sore, 4272|But with the saints they longed for rest. 4272|They knew they should not all be forgiven 4272|Who sufferings they endure and hew; 4272|"Oh my dearer brethren! how will ye all be forgiven 4272|Who sufferings so long have seen! 4272|The angels heard our prayer above, 4272|For they were only brought to see; 4272|For they have heard when Christ shall come, 4272|And be forgiven for evermore." 4272|So ======================================== SAMPLE 27980 ======================================== 27333|For you and me who were made to be 27333|Sleeping in the light of a star; 27333|For all the things we would not do 27333|Were the things that we were shy to do; 27333|For you and me were fashioned for 27333|Such a life, such a love, such a lot-- 27333|This was the life we lived and knew. 27333|And there is peace and rest and rest, 27333|And peace and rest and rest, 27333|As, softly-silvery-gray and still, 27333|A slender moon is stealing all 27333|The moonlight from the sea. 27333|It's only the wind that's here to blow, 27333|And only the sea that goes merrily by; 27333|And only the moon and only the wind 27333|But speak your mind, O people of the land! 27333|Speak! for you are wanting your right there. 27333|The moon is high in heaven, and the sea is wide, 27333|And not a single boat has touched in all these years 27333|In all the years of my life, and not a single friend 27333|Ever to me, in all the years of my life. 27333|Speak! for you are wanting your right there 27333|When you have no right here but a few ragged trees, 27333|When you have no right here but the ocean and stars, 27333|When you are wanting your right there. 27333|In the old days with the little old bed, 27333|A little old bed, with the little old cover, 27333|You were warm, and I was dreaming of a star, 27333|And what to do with it. 27333|It was nothing more 27333|Than just to lie 27333|By your side, mouth to mouth, and let the dream 27333|Float up to me. 27333|Or a hill, or a wood, 27333|Or a river, or a ring of blue fire lights 27333|Above the blue of heaven. 27333|All were good, 27333|But this was the one that was the dream for me, 27333|The one that I loved. 27333|We dreamed together. The days go by-- 27333|So slow for me--so swift for you. 27333|The slow old days and you so young, 27333|You and I, my little old man. 27333|When I go back to town, first thing I do 27333|And say hello to the people I meet; 27333|The pleasant things about the place I say, 27333|For I have missed you, miss--Miss--very much. 27333|The people go their ways, you and I, 27333|But I--I've missed you, miss--Miss--very much. 27333|And now, when I go back, first thing I think 27333|I'd like to blow up a big red raspberry 27333|To the little old town, the lovely town 27333|Of those good friends that I've missed,-- 27333|Those kindly good friends, I would have the same. 27333|(The flowers that I hold in my hands are nothing beside.) 27333|Oh, they are little white fluttering things, 27333|They are little flowers, and I feel 27333|That their eyes are blue and their lips are red, 27333|Their voices laugh as they meet mine; 27333|The dear old world is everywhere, 27333|I am alone with the stars. 27333|Oh, the pretty new flowers are nothing but buds, 27333|And the wonderful buds, 27333|Like the buds that I hold in my hands. 27333|The lovely little boys, 27333|They always have been the same, 27333|So, oh, I know that they are everywhere, 27333|I know that they are everywhere. 27333|So, I'm glad that I never shall be 27333|An old man, and I never will grow up 27333|Till I blow up a big red raspberry 27333|To the little old town, the beautiful town 27333|Of those good friends that I've missed,-- 27333|Those kindly--kindy--good friends, I would have the same. 27333|(There are always many more of those good friends there are of mine. 27333|The dear old world is everywhere ======================================== SAMPLE 27990 ======================================== 25681|That it may fit a lady well; 25681|The petticoat of such a thing 25681|I would ne'er have thought, never mind; 25681|And yet I will say, and say again, 25681|A petticoat is much too short, 25681|It will ever fit a lady's waist 25681|I will tell you what a lady may 25681|Be looking for, as her gown should be; 25681|She may wish for something better made, 25681|A better fit is soon to come; 25681|A better quality of fabric, 25681|And that, as the proverb will allow, 25681|Is often short, rather than long. 25681|A better mould for garments made, 25681|And that, with care, is sure to hold, 25681|Is seldom, nor always, too large; 25681|A better fashion of cordage, 25681|And that, of silk or of lace, 'tis true, 25681|Is better suited to a lady's waist; 25681|It is seldom nor always too short. 25681|A softer cordage, with which we meet 25681|Is seldom too large, nor too short, 25681|A cloth that will last from season well, 25681|Or a garment of silk or of lace. 25681|A better kind of frills than those 25681|The women use, when they dress well; 25681|To serve well at winter well, 25681|Or all summer long to hold we; 25681|The kind that you use, the kind that we 25681|Would choose, in every season, we. 25681|A gown that is never overdone, 25681|Nor ever needs a tune; 25681|Nor ever need a tune to please, 25681|But such as you like, that's true to all. 25681|A gown that is never overdone, 25681|Nor ever needs a tune, 25681|Nor ever a tune's a change of care, 25681|Though such as you like; 25681|Where the best pearls that are found are the ones 25681|That the pearls most truly do shine. 25681|A gown that is never overdone, 25681|Nor ever needs a tune, 25681|Nor ever a tune's a change of care, 25681|Though such as you like; 25681|Where the best pearls that are found most beauteous 25681|Are those that the beauties do hide. 25681|A gown that is never overdone, 25681|Nor ever needs a tune, 25681|Nor ever a tune's a change of care, 25681|Though such as you like; 25681|Where the best pearls that are found are the ones 25681|That the pearls most truly do hide. 25681|The time, I know, is distant, 25681|But why should I fear 25681|For I shall meet my little brother, 25681|As sweet and bright as he, 25681|Just when I pass along 25681|To my business in the town. 25681|He came to meet me: 25681|And I, who had been 25681|Most despisèd of all 25681|For not being at home, 25681|Sent for my little brother, 25681|Because he would not come. 25681|He came to meet me, 25681|And he came to meet me; 25681|There was never so glad a person; 25681|There was never so happy a face. 25681|I took him into my little room, 25681|And I gave him a good, long kiss, 25681|But I wished he had stayed in the town, 25681|Because I could have him any day. 25681|I went to my mother's house, 25681|To fetch him away; 25681|I called him with many a tear, 25681|But he still would not come. 25681|He came to meet me, 25681|And I, who had been 25681|Most despisèd of all 25681|For not being at home, 25681|Sent for my little brother, 25681|Because he would not come. 25681|I went to my little brother's house, 25681|To bring him along. 25681|I sent him for by the hand 25681|To my ======================================== SAMPLE 28000 ======================================== 9889|The very best thing that ever was done 9889|Was the way that they left him then alone. 9889|So, of course, he was at my house one night 9889|To watch me as I made soup for his dinner, 9889|Before we began to wind down some eggs 9889|We were a-flirting with hot love, and he 9889|Stood and flirted and tried to flirt with me; 9889|I laughed, too, for I said, "Oh, what's the use?" 9889|And he said, "Don't worry! we'll be done by!" 9889|I tried to be stern, and said "I think 9889|We both would give up--I think you'll be fine-- 9889|As soon as the eggs are cooking down, 9889|And I'm not about to stand idly by, 9889|And you're no friend to be getting flirted 9889|With by a man you don't even love!" 9889|"I love you," he said, once, "and--if you'll 9889|Let me finish--I love you." Then he 9889|Said, "My God!" as if a devil. He 9889|Tried to flirt with me for only a second-- 9889|But I thought I'd make him good, and better 9889|Than any woman--I said, "I don't care;" 9889|And then we began to flirt more fiercely! 9889|And, after, he has come to care for me 9889|And love me--just as I do for him. 9889|But, oh, the trouble it's made that we 9889|Are so unhappy--and that I wish 9889|We could have never begun the game!" 9889|The man is so well read. Oh, he has read 9889|The little books in which we learn 9889|The tricks of the flirting lady! 9889|The flirting man can read, and read 9889|Good, well-read books; which is so rare! 9889|I would not be so foolish as to ask 9889|His hand on my shoulder that night-- 9889|The man is so well read. 9889|So, he has studied all about the room, 9889|He knows what the women are doing; 9889|And I know how a woman gets her clothes, 9889|With the things she wears, and the ways of her-- 9889|The flirting man can read the secrets well. 9889|He knows if the woman is taking the hint: 9889|In a look the woman is sure 9889|That her flirting husband is her final clue 9889|That she is going to get another husband-- 9889|"The flirting man can read the secrets well." 9889|He knows if her eyes are starting to perk, 9889|Or if her lips are breaking her smile, 9889|And whether the man wants another wife 9889|In the world beyond New-York City! 9889|I like him a little more than usual 9889|When she's at his feet at the last table, 9889|And his lips are a-twinge of glee 9889|When she speaks of the things of her father's days, 9889|And, oh, it's a wonder the flirting man 9889|Has such a keen-eyed dog in his house! 9889|And here's another thing: When the woman's dying 9889|He is watching his wealth in silence, 9889|And she knows what treasure has come his to-do 9889|As the clock counts the minutes down. 9889|So, he has gone the way of the cavaliers 9889|Who dare not raise a single hand 9889|When the lady is old, and the dying sick; 9889|And the man knows how to make a list of her goods; 9889|He knows exactly where all her wealth was gone-- 9889|The flirting man and his mother's goods! 9889|"I'll have it as a gift, and for it shall be 9889|No later than this on the day of her death-- 9889|It shall be kept in the house, so be sure 9889|Of its being duly opened by her son 9889|When the day is done and the hour of two 9889|That goes with the day to the day of two!" 9889|And now to ======================================== SAMPLE 28010 ======================================== 1040|But the man of a hundred years ago 1040|Who made it to the top of the world did not do it. 1040|A man without a taste for the past, 1040|Not very much for the present, 1040|Who never cared that his years were long 1040|Nor cared that his body was small, 1040|Nor dreamed that the next time would be fine 1040|If he stopped short of the goal line 1040|And he waited for the clock to strike 1040|And he never went out while his salary 1040|Made his arms a challenge and his legs a leeder. 1040|I told you once he was too old 1040|For the gipsies and the panthers 1040|The old way, -- he was all in all 1040|Across the prairies in his old shirt-sleeves 1040|With his necktie unbuttoned and his hair drawn tight, 1040|And his face a tinge of sunburn on his forehead, 1040|And his eyes with the old "fancy gown" 1040|And his shoulders a little crooked, and -- his waist, 1040|And his face, too, so young and white, 1040|And a little hard as those of his father, 1040|And his arms were nothing but his breast, 1040|And his thighs were nothing but his roundness, 1040|For a long while the jaded dame 1040|Waited for a sign of the man. 1040|But a few years now had passed, and 1040|The woman's "paw" was folded 1040|And was "done with the old gipsy." 1040|And I heard that he grew stiff at the joints 1040|And his cheeks were pale as his home, 1040|And the gipsies who had waited for the hand 1040|Of the old man never knew, 1040|And they said of his footsteps that the life 1040|Of the man was "only an end 1040|To another" or "therefore no," 1040|And they said that he had died in his prime, 1040|And that no one knew why his bones grew stiff: 1040|And I turned him out of the doorway 1040|Where he passed in the night, 1040|And I called out "Who is it -- see? -- 1040|Who is that in red and white, 1040|Who runs with a horse of a hundred years? 1040|This is the man of a hundred years!" 1040|And I saw the old man in the doorway 1040|With a rifle by his side 1040|And the "fancy gown" worn by his father, 1040|And a big cigar on his lips 1040|And the great man's eyes that stared at me. 1040|And I heard him say, -- "I am the owner 1040|Of a farm in New Hampshire, 1040|And I have always had a way with men 1040|As with a dog anon. 1040|And the man who killed myself and you 1040|Seems the natural man to kill, 1040|But -- oh, that gun on his back! 1040|I don't understand it any more. 1040|It looked so much like the gun you see, 1040|With the silencer, too, hanging there, 1040|And the big red check mark on the butt; 1040|And the hollow-pointed bullets, too, 1040|And the big red box where the trigger goes, 1040|And the big red box with the tiny ring 1040|At the end of the safety, and the round 1040|Some people say was put there to prove 1040|The safety of the safety; 1040|And I'd like to have a look at the sights 1040|And see if they match up, -- or not, 1040|After all the years I've looked on them, 1040|-- And I'd like, too, to know if the girl 1040|That was a wife to him knows him at all. 1040|I can understand if a man like me 1040|Won't say he knows much about his man, 1040|And I can understand his anger then 1040|At the old ways of her father, but 1040|When I looked on the plain and saw him go 1040|There's nobody in the world to kill. ======================================== SAMPLE 28020 ======================================== 2888|A good luck charm is in his hair. 2888|It has a sound of jollity, 2888|All in the air as it flies to the ear. 2888|The dear little book to me is 2888|The darling of my daily dreams; 2888|As to the rest of us all she is 2888|The only thing my heart doth keep. 2888|I was a poor school-boy then: 2888|I used to think my days were long; 2888|I used to sigh and sigh and sigh, 2888|And never in my life take joy: 2888|I thought of all the friends I could leave, 2888|And all the books I could not read. 2888|My books I wished to put away, 2888|As I was told they would a waste, 2888|They had the smell of old perfumes, 2888|They were the worst to use. 2888|And yet if, at any time, 2888|I could a book recall, 2888|I think it would be good in turn 2888|To play a lesson or two. 2888|My boyish thoughts were so inclined, 2888|And I knew not the cost; 2888|And one of his old books to me 2888|Like some sweet fruit, I bought. 2888|So that one book I thought I had, 2888|With leaves upon one top, 2888|And it was all I had till then, 2888|And when I got it free, 2888|I thought--Oh, what glad good fortune 2888|I had on this fine thing. 2888|There are those who love a book, 2888|And will not let it close; 2888|And when they read a leaf again 2888|They clasp it and they tear. 2888|Who should be loved or hated 2888|Or hated, or loved again? 2888|Let those who love this book give me 2888|As many as the seasons can hold, 2888|It is a treasure it must be 2888|To those who know it. 2888|It was a year on, on the way 2888|From town to Eden, with the wind to cheer, 2888|I heard a low in the lane, and there was 2888|An old grey man, sitting on a stone, 2888|The wind in his hair, and his eyes downcast, 2888|The old stone stone, 2888|The stone old, and in his face the face 2888|Of a beautiful woman,--whom I love. 2888|There, let me read till I know 2888|That, ere my eyes grow dry, 2888|The old stone stone is torn away, 2888|And on her bosom droops. 2888|The wind has torn her garments away, 2888|With a long sigh my sight is wet, 2888|Her bosom droops in the stone's shade, 2888|It is my life, this stone. 2888|A few lines, a tear, 2888|And my heart's delight falls 2888|Upon my word of honour; 2888|But my life is ruined. 2888|That little green-wood tree has grown 2888|To stand there over us, 2888|There over our grave, 2888|And I'd like to have our souls again, 2888|But I'd leave the old stone stone. 2888|Thou art good, friend, and brave, 2888|And yet I am afraid 2888|Of the old stone stone, 2888|Whose eyes I must behold 2888|Beside our happy hearth, 2888|Lest it should crack and sink 2888|That all should fade away, 2888|Save from a little, small spot 2888|'Neath the ground that is spread; 2888|Or a stone, I'd like to say, 2888|Which would stay for ever. 2888|Yet, friend, I'd rather stay, 2888|I'd rather see my friend 2888|Than my enemy, 2888|Unless I could have him here 2888|A hundred times a day. 2888|I want him here at first, 2888|I cannot have him there, 2888|'Tis only by petition 2888|He can't be won away. 2888|When the ======================================== SAMPLE 28030 ======================================== 1287|He's now the lord of all his land 1287|The king of all the realm, 1287|With two good knights who are his guards, 1287|And a good steed for a guide; 1287|And he rules the land with all his peers, 1287|And the nobles hail him to greet. 1287|He comes from many a distant land, 1287|To his court in splendid pomp; 1287|He's the grandest of all the kings 1287|In his realm the lord of many a town. 1287|But when he's weary, I suppose, 1287|He sits in his home awhile; 1287|And it's a very bad thing to come 1287|To his king of life and light, 1287|And to show his face among his subjects. 1287|When I was a boy, you see, 1287|I remember I used to like to hear 1287|A good country speaker preach, 1287|Who used to say, "Be ye men, 1287|And women ye've never seen!" 1287|And that's the sort that caught my muddled gaze. 1287|When I was a boy, I knew, 1287|This sort of preaching from them flew; 1287|And I don't remember my delight! 1287|And they did tell the young noblemen 1287|So to become, they'd never more have to speak 1287|A word they'd never more can think on. 1287|But as is clear to every one, 1287|When man's mind's on the right way, 1287|In God's pure sight and heart we know, 1287|When man's mind's on the right way, 1287|So to our minds by night and day, 1287|All in the light of Truth, we find,-- 1287|Thus to the minds all men shall hold. 1287|Then is the love of the Lord, 1287|Though born in earth there may be none, 1287|To him all things may be given, 1287|And what is most excellent are most fair. 1287|With his holy, living, blest word 1287|The holy, living, blest! 1287|Then is the love of the Lord, 1287|Though born in earth there may be none. 1287|We've heard how our Lord spoke out and spake out; 1287|It's clear how his feet will stand and his hands 1287|Hold up a mirror to the world. 1287|He will stand, then, the first in his place; 1287|His hand shall be strong and firm. 1287|Then is our Lord's work a goodly boon, 1287|To him we may understand 1287|The good and the evil within us, 1287|Thus the love of the Lord, 1287|Our hearts to his glory have taken no thought. 1287|When the Spirit comes to his son 1287|It follows, I believe, 1287|The coming of the father of men, 1287|But it's only his own Son, O Lord! 1287|To his Father he'll ne'er depart, 1287|For he loves and he longs for himself. 1287|Now he is in the world, and we 1287|Are all his children, all his grace. 1287|And he to you, our Lord and King, 1287|With all his blessings comes to the earth, 1287|And for evermore 'tis we return. 1287|In our joy, and our sorrow we feel, 1287|We seek in his love, and we find, 1287|All love is but love from above 1287|We see it every day, and all the while, 1287|We are moved with the mighty love, 1287|Of our Saviour, the Lord of the world. 1287|My spirit's in God, and I see, 1287|As I view the present danger wide, 1287|So many joys to the earth departing: 1287|What is it but the life of the earth to do, 1287|To waste the pure and the precious gold! 1287|Where is the gift of the Lord of the earth to give, 1287|To comfort him as his son? 1287|With the power of his power will I prove 1287|'Twas in the earth that the Lord was begot, 1287|Now to ======================================== SAMPLE 28040 ======================================== 2620|And all the things with them that live 2620|Make the same things the same ways seem. 2620|And when they've come and all gone well, 2620|There's no one left but the sun, 2620|Who now goes shining up the sky; 2620|And he'll shine no more, I think, 2620|For mine that I love is dead. 2620|We knew that day, and knew it well, 2620|As the slow day went, we said; 2620|"If the world be anything to you, 2620|You'll turn out just as fair as he." 2620|But now, the earth and ocean keep 2620|Their secrets from the careless sun: 2620|The sun is only bright for you, 2620|And you must shine for him, at last. 2620|The evening is here, and the day is gone, 2620|And the stars like little children play. 2620|There is joy in the sky, 2620|And the sun looks very fine: 2620|He smiles, he holds his breath, 2620|And all his face is white. 2620|The little clouds are bright 2620|Upon the little hill: 2620|They seem afraid to say 2620|"Happy New Year"--there is something strange and wild 2620|In their little laughter, it seems to me. 2620|And the little clouds are pale 2620|Upon the little hill; 2620|Their eyes seem very deep: 2620|They seem afraid to say 2620|"Happy New Year"--it's very pleasant, I know. 2620|But I have always said 2620|That it's very very cold 2620|When all the stars are lit: 2620|And the world looks very dull 2620|And very dusty when. 2620|And it's very hot in the street; 2620|But oh, it's very dull, 2620|And very dull, and very hot in a lanthorn bed. 2620|But I don’t know why--but if the old year has not flown, 2620|And the new year comes 2620|And is warmer and better--well--it's a new year to-day. 2620|Happy New Year! and may all true lovers know 2620|(Even us poor bachelors) 2620|That in this winter morning, 2620|In the spring years far away, 2620|Love, like a merry old rhymesmith, 2620|Comes with laughter and with words 2620|Blending sweet with harsh-- 2620|Chuckles and chokes, with the tramp, and the song, and the dance. 2620|Happy New Year! and may the new moon shine 2620|Like a kind and happy heart 2620|On the face of that young, happy old year! 2620|My sister's face was white, 2620|And her hair was snowy white, 2620|And her lips when she smiled 2620|Looked very sweetly! 2620|When I went to her father's house, 2620|I had only a penny in my pocket, 2620|And that was all I had to spend. 2620|You never knew, when you smiled, 2620|That your smiles were wasted, 2620|But your smile could tell you more-- 2620|All the vassals of beauty, old maid. 2620|For this world was made for pleasure; 2620|Give to it some little joy, 2620|Or it will never please you. 2620|I loved the spring, and I loved the spring, 2620|And all the country through; 2620|And I said to myself, "If I go 2620|Into the kingdom of Song, 2620|Where sweet things do come by slow degrees, 2620|And little signs point up." 2620|With little books, to read, 2620|With little friends, to play, 2620|And all the world to range,-- 2620|That was all that I'd have, 2620|That was all my pleasure. 2620|But the world's a common brook, 2620|And the little fish that swim 2620|In the broadest, clearest water 2620|Are such rarer fishes. 2620|And I said to myself, "Of our two, 2620|I prefer ======================================== SAMPLE 28050 ======================================== 1166|My heart beats, 1166|My soul flies and beats, 1166|My life beats, beats, beats... 1166|I have no place to go, 1166|I only love you, 1166|I only love you, 1166|I only love you, 1166|I only love you, and yet 1166|I am afraid 1166|To die! 1166|I am so glad to hear you say 1166|To other girls: 1166|_Let us play, darling, 1166|Or sing to flowers 1166|Or talk to the soft wind, 1166|Or, if our voices have not chime 1166|To her ears, 1166|Try with our tongues to chime, 1166|And she will understand. 1166|But if with words 1166|We cannot find her ears, 1166|Try with our tongues to chime to her ears, 1166|And she will hear, 1166|She will hear, she will hear, she will hear, 1166|And she will listen, 1166|And will listen, 1166|And she will listen again and again._ 1166|It was not that I loved, 1166|But love in her strange, 1166|Uncertain way. 1166|I am a child, 1166|And love with tender care, 1166|A little way, before we go. 1166|Some say I know 1166|The heart of tender care, 1166|But I, perhaps, do not. 1166|It was a way not mine, 1166|Love, when I do not understand. 1166|No, it was not I, 1166|But only a way 1166|That you and I did not see. 1166|But it will fade now, 1166|And we may see, 1166|Now we may see, 1166|Now we may see 1166|The heart of a wayward child. 1166|The wind is very cold, the snow is very still, 1166|The white stumps of the heath are a dull, blank wall 1166|Where the white walls seem ever to rise, and the snow 1166|floats, is a ceiling of snow, and I 1166|Dream. And the wind is very cold, the snow is very still. 1166|I think that the wind is very cold; it will not wake 1166|To spring again, and the snow will be a blank wall. 1166|But the snow is so cold that I doubt it, although 1166|I wish I could lie down like a lad: but I can't, 1166|For I am a man, and I don't know that I can. 1166|There is a quiet in the world where there is no sound, 1166|There is a silence which knows no words, and I know that 1166|The silence is cold as the snow and is never stirred. 1166|I think that the wind is very cold, the snow is very still. 1166|It lies across the meadows, it walks in the hollows, 1166|It does not speak; it is silent, and does not move; 1166|There is no voice but the silence and the snow, and I 1166|Swaile upon the wind and feel the snow upon my face. 1166|There is a fire in the fire-place and the wind comes 1166|And stirs the fire, and the fire is not black on the hearth, 1166|But brown in the ashes, brown as the ashes are, 1166|And the ashes burn as bright as the brown fire-smoke. 1166|There is no flame, but only a fire-light that is lit 1166|Only to light the fire-light where there is no flame, 1166|And my heart sings down the road, under its own fire 1166|As the song of a bird in its own tree-tops sings. 1166|There is no face of the world, but only the snow, 1166|Only the cold, only the wind that cannot fall, 1166|Only the shadow of clouds on the sun that cannot pass, 1166|Only the darkness of night where nothing is hurt 1166|Where nothing is moved, where nothing is stirred, and no 1166|World-wide silence, only that silence which is speech; 1166|I know that the wind is very cold ======================================== SAMPLE 28060 ======================================== 937|And the moon on her sphere of blue. 937|When all the winds are silent 937|And the night-time dreary, 937|And on the hills the moon is lying 937|In the valleys dim, 937|Then, oh, then the heart is lonely 937|'Neath its roofless walls; 937|'Tis a night of darkness 937|And a night of weeping, 937|When the lonely heart is lonely 937|'Neath its roofless walls. 937|Oh, come from far-off lands 937|And sing with me! 937|As the moon in dreams I watch 937|The lonely hearts of men, 937|So take the heart to-day 937|And join the hearts of men 937|For one hour -- then part. 937|For one hour, my soul -- for one 937|Hour, my singing soul -- 937|Sing with me, for one 937|Hour, all night -- then sing no more 937|When I am gone away. 937|We will go, but never from 937|The house that you have made, 937|And build again -- or, if 937|It be never built again; 937|And love will live with you, 937|In love and its gladness, 937|And the hearts you loved be 937|As bright as they were when 937|We had hearts of gladness. 937|Where the dark old oak grows, 937|With its great old branches 937|The house is green and green. 937|But we will go and seek 937|Beyond the house that you have made; 937|We will seek the lonely land 937|Where the old oak-boughs are 937|As lonely as the sea -- 937|As happy as the silent sea 937|With no houses there. 937|Where the old oak-branches, 937|Where the old trees rest -- 937|We will go and seek again 937|By the lone sea-shore, 937|Where the sea-birds in their flight 937|Sing so low their notes, 937|There, the old leaves rustle down, 937|Like the song of children: 937|Where the lone sea-shells 937|Shout and dance, so wild and shrill, 937|Like the music of the Spirit 937|There, the light trees stand, 937|Like the shining of a cloud 937|Round the house of God. 937|We will climb and seek -- 937|To the great old oak-tree, 937|Where the light branches wave, 937|Like a shadow in the storm 937|At the house of God. 937|We will go, but never from 937|The house that you have made; 937|We will seek the lone-side path 937|Which runs by God's lone side. 937|So let us hope and love 937|The house where angels go -- 937|A house of light and loving, 937|Where angels laugh and sing. 937|The old love, I love, 937|The old hope, I hope, 937|The old home, where he dwells, 937|The old day-dream, where he comes -- 937|The old year is glad -- 937|The old-time songs and merry, 937|The old-time dreams of gladness, 937|The old-time dreams of life! 937|The old-time days are glad, 937|The old-time nights are glad, 937|The old-time songs and merry, 937|The old-time dreams of gladness, 937|The old-time dreams of life. 937|As a summer swallow 937|Seems to brood upon a word, 937|Hangs around a winter-wind, 937|So doth dolorous memory clung 937|To the thoughts of life that died, 937|Till they grew to the life I knew 937|Before I knew my mother was dead. 937|My mother, my mother -- 937|My mother who has changed a thousand times 937|Since my mother was a bride and penned a ======================================== SAMPLE 28070 ======================================== 1279|Mimli's beauteous bier, 1279|That scarce a mortal's gaze 1279|Might pardon there conceal. 1279|There's a bonie lassie, and a bonie lassie, 1279|Wha gars me glare like lashie: 1279|But wha can ail my gowd wi' Scots? 1279|It a' gars me beat my breast, 1279|As hunderands mad, 1279|While I my han's an' a' through. 1279|And how shall I the bairnies' kirsmith? 1279|And how may I thrive? and wha's got the better? 1279|I, that's the wark, will give ye the gist 1279|Of how to live: 1279|If ye come to the land o' the Giver, 1279|We'll gie ye but anither mair. 1279|The lads maun gang a ree, 1279|That was sae blythe to dee, 1279|And the lasses maun fa', 1279|We'll bring them a reeal bit fa'. 1279|Then wha wad gang to the kirk, 1279|And aye gang to the wa', 1279|When we come to the land o' the giver, 1279|We'll a' gang that was sae braw; 1279|We may gang the same wean, 1279|As lang's I want to see. 1279|In old Edward's day, 1279|When I began this lay, 1279|Thou didst ne'er molest a soul, 1279|I can swear by th' sky-- 1279|In old Edward's day, 1279|When I began this lay. 1279|The lasses, wha care a' thing, 1279|May gang wham, wi' a' th' wind, 1279|Lang or lauchin', by nicht, 1279|In old Edward's day, 1279|When I began this lay. 1279|Now come this ling, 1279|E'en by yon green-bush, 1279|And wha wham may gae to dine, Sir, 1279|But wha butches anither? 1279|And wha butches anither, 1279|Wi' a' the corn and drink, Sir, 1279|And wha butches anither, 1279|Wi' a' the corn and drink. 1279|Then wha butches anither, 1279|But wha butches anither, 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis, Sir, 1279|To dine amang those owtis? 1279|And wha butches anither, 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|But wha butches anither 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|And wha butchers anither, 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|And wha butchers anither 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis, 1279|Wi' a' the corn and drink? 1279|Then wha butchers anither, 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|And wha butchers anither 1279|Wi' a' the corn and drink? 1279|Then wha butchers anither, 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis, 1279|To dine amang those owtis? 1279|And wha butchers anither, 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|And wha butchers anither, 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|And wha butchers anither; 1279|Frae bedt amang those owtis? 1279|That ilk soul thou profest! 1279|And so thou gav'st a' things 1279|To me, thy soul. 1279|And so thou gav'st a' things, 1279|For to tak' me, thy soul. 1279|I am no auster sinner! ======================================== SAMPLE 28080 ======================================== 1304|Where the dew doth hide the rose 1304|In the blossom 1304|Of an May morning! 1304|'Twas a little flower 1304|That in her garden did grow, 1304|And a pure white rose that she did sow; 1304|But the seed it did not bear; 1304|Then upon their little knees 1304|The children kneel'd-- 1304|The father spake, 1304|The mother said: 1304|'Noon shall never kill it. 1304|'It will spring up again; 1304|But, after Spring, with wither'd leaves it dies:' 1304|No, by Heaven, no such rose 1304|Could the devil there confound it, 1304|As was her husband's seed; 1304|His is the fatherland-- 1304|The children're all his; 1304|'But still the dew doth sting it, 1304|And all her bloom is lost, 1304|And all her fairest blossoms 1304|Are all gone dry.' 1304|'Ye can bring them again, 1304|But they will be worse than lost.' 1304|So the little children pray, 1304|And hymns are said for faith, 1304|By the holy Father led: 1304|Then they bring the roses home, 1304|And are fainting 'neath their bowers. 1304|But ere the Spring comes round, 1304|And the flowers to see, 1304|The children faint and die. 1304|'Alas! poor children,' said the Father, 1304|'Their faith is sure and strong, 1304|In love they have loved, but lo, 1304|Love hath forsaken them. 1304|'Yet they must not despair, 1304|For from me doth come 1304|A help through which they may 1304|Rejoice and hope no more.' 1304|'Help us, ye Blessed One! help us!' 1304|Call to the children now! 1304|They have prayed many an hour 1304|In the dim, lonely places, 1304|But they are a weary length of ways, 1304|Where the Father do keep watch. 1304|They have watch'd and prayed-- 1304|But they are a weary length of ways, 1304|Youth hath not time for prayer, 1304|And the days are long, 1304|And no hand cleanseth all the dishes; 1304|And many a watch and many a bond 1304|Is broken by the watchful Father. 1304|O children, children, do ye know 1304|That a little while ago 1304|A little boy went to his bed? 1304|And a little lad has leave 1304|To go to his bed to-night? 1304|Then ye must not be afraid, 1304|Ye little ones that lie, 1304|For the Father watcheth all for you, 1304|That watcheth all that awake; 1304|And he shall not go hence 1304|Until ye promise this, 1304|That ye will not leave your beds till 1304|Ye rise to go to bed. 1304|'Ye little ones, your bed, 1304|Shall be velvet, and not clay; 1304|And you shall have friends to bless you 1304|Through the years through--not this night, 1304|But for a thousand years hence, 1304|To watch and sleep well-a-night.' 1304|THE sun comes up like a great king; 1304|His purple skirts folk heap their chairs, 1304|And they drink their wine on the Rhone, 1304|And they curse each other through their teeth. 1304|A little while ago, 1304|A little boy went to his bed: 1304|His father stretched forth a loving arm, 1304|And he patcheth the pillow, I ween; 1304|He'll dream of his home, and his mother, 1304|And the dear little dreams he has had. 1304|The sun comes up like a great king; 1304|His crimson robe is glittering-real; 1304|His cheeks, where the wine-lilies shine, 1304|And his beard, his beard like a bride. 1304|The little ones shall make a ======================================== SAMPLE 28090 ======================================== 1304|If I might find a passage to thy heart, 1304|Where now I find it dead and dead, 1304|There would be light, and music, and delight 1304|Of thoughts, that now are never born. 1304|I would not have thee lose thee for thy sin: 1304|Thy soul is in thy body still, 1304|And thy body in thy soul, as well as Thine in mine. 1304|Thou art not all vanity, 1304|Darling, not all doubt; 1304|From her cold lips no chill came, 1304|As the white flower did from the stone. 1304|Still I hold thy memory 1304|In my heart like a prayer: 1304|I would have thee wake from thy dead bed, 1304|When the darkness was about to break, 1304|To smile on me, to kiss me, when the night was nigh. 1304|The night is gone; the wat'ry plain 1304|Grows green and mellow day by day; 1304|The sky grows bright as any day 1304|That comes and goes again. 1304|And all the birds that make sweet song 1304|Have given thanks unto the Lord of Light, 1304|For all the signs of the May day 1304|That the spring has given forth. 1304|And the flowers, that with summer make sweet 1304|Their odour more and warmer still, 1304|Have said, as they came forth to wear 1304|The green of the spring's pride, 1304|'Here is our Lord and Father,' saying, 1304|'Here is a glad old man!' 1304|'Here is a mother,' my heart says, 1304|'Who knew not her child, but died, 1304|'Here is a wife,' my brow says, saying, 1304|'Who could not work, but waited long 1304|'The hand that brought the Winter's rain 1304|Back to her garden gate: 1304|'Here is a friend,' my heart says, 1304|'Whom all things welcome brought.' 1304|'Here is a good,' my heart says, 1304|'Whom all things dear did make.' 1304|I saw thee stand! I felt my hair 1304|Stand up on end, as I did stand. 1304|I saw thee tremble. I did stand-- 1304|O hands of mortal comparison, 1304|You did strike me dead! 1304|Thou who through all the world dost run, 1304|As though no end could ever be, 1304|And dost not feel, that all thou knowest, 1304|Or what thou knowest, thou shouldest know 1304|Of such as thou-- 1304|A cry or two, but all the same-- 1304|A cry, an utterance--and thy cry 1304|Shaming thyself, which had to me 1304|A more than mortal import. 1304|What ails thee then but a bewilderment? 1304|What pain, pray? Ah, what a pity! 1304|Art thou some spirit made, or made 1304|So wholly by these lips to be-- 1304|To feel and not to know enough 1304|To know that thou shouldst strike me dead? 1304|O love, O fear, O hatred, 1304|When my soul, unloosed, and set 1304|In thee, the soul of all who live, 1304|With a wild horror is set free, 1304|And on a sea of tears and woe 1304|The sea shall roll. 1304|As they say that love was born of fear,-- 1304|I think, at least, he had not grown up 1304|Too soon from child to man's estate: 1304|If he had not been born before us, 1304|O love, he must not live to see 1304|The world's beauties, but to die 1304|When all man's best is done. 1304|Wherefore I cannot be afraid, 1304|And do not, therefore, fear to win, 1304|As he who that has never known 1304|What love is like, may not be afraid 1304|To win the first sweet thing from her. 1304|But if no fear he were an hour 1304|More ======================================== SAMPLE 28100 ======================================== 2130|Till from the field he drives his steed 2130|With its wild hoofs to the mead. 2130|The maidens are as merry as May, 2130|The men on horseback are bold. 2130|"Go, fetch," he says, "the maids a brew; 2130|We'll join the merry-makers." 2130|They answer: "Prithee, whence? 2130|The maids are gone to bed." 2130|They turn again, and turn no more; 2130|"If you have gone," they say, 2130|"We're sure we have not come again; 2130|For who would woo in such a case?" 2130|He answered: "Now, who doubts me?" 2130|They answered: "Surely he knows!" 2130|He answered: "But who would stay?" 2130|Then in that moment they knew 2130|For certain the man of laws. 2130|"Oh, how well he plays!" they cry; 2130|"Oh, well he rides!" They laugh in vain; 2130|"Come, fetch the maids again." 2130|They answer: "No, no! for shame! 2130|We'll come a third time, we know: 2130|We're sure we've told no more than that." 2130|He answered: "I would not play 2130|Till this fair morn." They follow now 2130|His questioning wile and wile, 2130|Till he lost sight of one and all, 2130|And gave them wine for answer. 2130|And yet he played his best, and rode 2130|To a certain tower far away: 2130|One who never toiled, nor had 2130|The art of pleading, but a game. 2130|A man he had, and knew him well, 2130|And to the tower went straight and loose. 2130|The maiden he found at eve, 2130|And, "Is that you?" she cried aloud. 2130|"I am the man who gave you wine." 2130|The maid she fled to the fields, 2130|And there she feasted her fill: 2130|"Come, fetch my lordship's wine." 2130|They answered: "Forbid it, fair maiden, 2130|For he who gives you wine shall lead 2130|A hero's life in field and wood." 2130|"I am the man who has my wine; 2130|The goodliest man who ever lived 2130|Beside a bad man is king in the mead." 2130|"I will bring it quick, and at your hands: 2130|Why, do you love me, too, my fair?" 2130|"Come, bring the cup, so long in glass." 2130|They brought it, and the man drank deep, 2130|And went out to his farm and his herd. 2130|"Now drink some wine, and tell me true, 2130|Of all men's crimes the worst is true." 2130|She drank, and his eyes shone with fire, 2130|"Oh, tell me why I am not dead, 2130|As I would be, but that I vow, 2130|As I would cry, 'My heart is sore!'" 2130|She came to her own, and she knelt down, 2130|And her hands clasped, and her cheek hung sweet. 2130|"O, tell me true, and tell me true, 2130|As you cannot be made a bride, 2130|So little you know of my love, 2130|And much I fear it would break me sore." 2130|They kissed the lips, and the hair stood free, 2130|The maiden in the glass took up the cup 2130|And drank the wine: "With this thou shalt see 2130|What 'tis to love, and what a wife is to be." 2130|'Twas a girl's wild voice to follow, 2130|A girl's wild hands to grasp, 2130|And the eyes, that made a fire 2130|'Neath their depths and flared to meet, 2130|A girl's wild voice to follow 2130|All her thoughts on those far skies 2130|Where no star shone, 2130|That made a fire beneath her 2130|In her heart; ======================================== SAMPLE 28110 ======================================== 1165|Who has said, _that is_ the only tale for me? 1165|_That is_ the only tale for me? 1165|_My_ eyes are dark as the caverns of the Dead, 1165|My cheeks are black with angers and disdain; 1165|My hands are bare, my locks are as white as snow: 1165|My voice is voiceless, as if Time had laid it dead; 1165|My heart is weary, my soul is faint with shame; 1165|My face grows darker, and the white cloud in my hair 1165|Grows brighter, as I say, _That is_ the only tale for me! 1165|I did not know what the world was till I heard you; 1165|I knew not the world was when I heard you. 1165|I have lived in the world, but I will not know you. 1165|When you came to the door, I could not find you, 1165|I could not see where the hidden doors went in; 1165|But in the evening I heard a window opening -- 1165|The only one of the doors that opened in. 1165|I have lived with mirrors ever since I was born; 1165|Mirrors which the dead men have left in the world. 1165|When you came to the door, I could not find them, 1165|I could not see where the invisible doors went in. 1165|But in the evening these dead men's pictures were waking -- 1165|The white one on the wall, the one that was opened wide -- 1165|The only one of the doors that opened in. 1165|I have lived with mirrors ever since you were dead; 1165|Mirrors I have seen to-day and doors I have opened and closed. 1165|I know the secret of the world, but I cannot tell you. 1165|Oh the secret, the mystery, 1165|Of the dead men that have lived: 1165|We have not thought of living yet, 1165|Yet here are many secrets lying, 1165|Lies hidden in the world's hollow 1165|Behind the walls and the window-blinds. 1165|The world is not what we make it, 1165|We have thought of it so wide and high, 1165|Yet to-day the world is but a wall 1165|That we have planted thereon. 1165|When you came to the door with hearts so brave, 1165|When you laughed and kissed me then, 1165|I knew not you would laugh when you should sit down, 1165|Sit down, my friend, and say: 1165|"Let your heart be what the world bids, dear, 1165|Let my heart be what my friend would have it be, 1165|I shall bear the world some day." 1165|I would not, I dare not, I dare not ask: 1165|Yet if, in the years that are gone, 1165|I dared not ask and were afraid to get, 1165|Is it not true? Is my fear all a dream? -- 1165|Then, who would have thought this world was good? -- 1165|Good? How the good times of old wakened us 1165|Out of our reveries, out of dreams, 1165|Out of the earth, our wild young moods? 1165|What are we that we ought not seek to be? -- 1165|Earth is good -- but this earth was good? 1165|Good? And is it true what men say we know? 1165|Yes it is! And the day when this world should be 1165|Not what we buildeth but when it shames, 1165|Shame? What? Who would build gods in the dust 1165|Out of the dust, out of the shape of old? 1165|What shall be done with it? Where shames shall have place? 1165|Borrow and lend of one another? 1165|And the stars? Shall they be the slave of fate 1165|And have no choice or will of their own? 1165|The stars! in what god did they grow? 1165|Who owns their shining and keeping? 1165|Who gives them shapes and airs as clear 1165|As God's own truth and his good name, 1165|And makes the light of all things there 1165|As sure as God's right hand ======================================== SAMPLE 28120 ======================================== 7122|The Church to them seems a place of peace. 7122|As he a lesson, still full of hope, 7122|To them is given, as to many 7122|Good lessons, and he does not doubt, 7122|The Saviour will with Christ agree. 7122|For him, as for his Saviour's sake 7122|He feels that his own heart is strong, 7122|And his own voice and thought are heard, 7122|And by the King, the Lord, is glorified. 7122|His faith, through tribulation wide, 7122|Fulfils its promise to him truly, 7122|He truly reads it in his Maker, 7122|And he his own great Lord is pleasing. 7122|And he is moved no less to love 7122|The Saviour, than to read it o'er 7122|In the Bible,--as his Saviour's word. 7122|But no such love, I think we feel-- 7122|Not ours,--and would not have the same 7122|For others--if he might not see, 7122|How dearly it were read to us, 7122|Our Lord's words of comfort, glory, love 7122|Might give us joy, if we were healed. 7122|Yet is the Saviour's message read 7122|As his own voice and thought reveal 7122|The good he hoped would be to all. 7122|No less than that, we hope for more. 7122|And, thus made glad, we would not want 7122|Our own gifts should be his to share; 7122|For, while not prone to want our own, 7122|He would not want such bliss to gain. 7122|There are some who would not live at all 7122|If the Saviour were to die; 7122|To do his will for any dear 7122|It seems his very best beloved should die. 7122|Yet, as our Saviour speaks in praise 7122|Of our Redeemer's saving power, 7122|We think it right to look within 7122|His spirit, and to see His love 7122|Shaped for our race in perfect pattern, 7122|As far ahead as in those past days. 7122|The Saviour's loving heart is glad 7122|When he bids us look with love 7122|On His blessings; yet this, too 7122|We feel, may be a loss to some. 7122|If we do but look within, 7122|He will teach us that a pain, 7122|Which God's saving love allows, 7122|Is not to be reckoned wrong, 7122|But the loss of that dear sight, 7122|Which he would dearly feel no more. 7122|These are his teaching words-- 7122|Which the Holy Ghost will hear; 7122|They fall into our hand, 7122|And we will do his teaching well, 7122|And so be Saved from sin, 7122|By watching and by prayer. 7122|Let us, therefore, do this day 7122|With a true heart all devoutly. 7122|I love to see my boys so well, 7122|No doubt it pains me to be so. 7122|Oh, I loved when in those boyhood days 7122|I'd go to the woods and woods to see. 7122|When I was six long summers old, 7122|And my little foot came out 7122|Strong and well nigh healthy in strength 7122|Was planted the first garden roots 7122|Of "Himself" I always call. 7122|One little root, however small 7122|Was all that clung around it fast. 7122|And this little flower-head grew from thence 7122|And blossom into a rose-flower. 7122|'Twas a glorious sight to see 7122|That rose-flower bloom in all its glory; 7122|A grand delight 'twould seem, 7122|Tasting of the fragrant fruit 7122|Of the very oldest tree 7122|The very earliest human that 7122|In every way seemed to be worthy of the whole. 7122|When first I saw that child 7122|The very words of praise were in it. 7122|That child with all its heart 7122|Were all of mother's tender care, 7122|As ======================================== SAMPLE 28130 ======================================== 9579|Who have fought and conquered, 9579|Have seen the light and been content! 9579|But few of us, alas! 9579|Can say that we have cradled bliss. 9579|It is not in the boat, it is not on the deep, 9579|It is not in the river, it is not on the shore; 9579|Nor yet 'neath banks of fen or thorn-tree high, 9579|Or under beds of cinnamon, nor yet far away. 9579|In the old, old Days, when the dream of Youth was young, 9579|When the heart of man was like the magic of a harp, 9579|While the world was ripe with a thousand joys and nine, 9579|And the voice of the Lord was singing in abundance, 9579|And the Church of God with all its saints and diadems, 9579|And ever the long April day a little older and older, 9579|Rose, with its garlands of flowers, like a ladye of France 9579|In mourning raiment, with eyes of burning violet, 9579|Came to lead forth the Saints, in cassock-blue, with pall; 9579|And they led forth the Saints, in cassock-blue, with pall; 9579|While the dawn, like the coming of a storm to-day, 9579|Shone out from the Isle of Palms, and the cape of Antilles, 9579|And the crowd, gathered to hear the high solemn jest, 9579|Sat in a circle to gaze on the halo hang 9579|Of that tall Puritan, in solemn attire, whose hair 9579|Turned gray as a coal-black beard, of whom little is known 9579|But that his friends were the poor, the sick, and the beguiled; 9579|And they listened unto the grave preacher, for all 9579|Saithings of Saints may lull the ruffian in his need. 9579|But the rising storm sped on, in stormy trade-winds set, 9579|And the hulks of hulks, swaying, as with a weight of sand, 9579|Tossed up and down, in the dashing surge of the main; 9579|Tossed up and down, in the dashing surge of the main 9579|With a sound as of torrent-waters on prairies cold, 9579|When they burst on a fountain, and vanish in its bed; 9579|Tossed up and down, in the dashing surge of the main, 9579|With a sound as of torrent-waters on prairies cold, 9579|As the hulks of hulks, rolling, in the dashing trade, 9579|Swept to the rail-yard, where the rolling-spears, all hooped and glowed, 9579|Like the wings of the swallows of Orion at noon, 9579|Swooped and flew, and vanished in the blue Pacific sky, 9579|Tossed up and down, in the dashing trade-winds, to and fro, 9579|With a sound as of torrent-waters on prairies cold, 9579|As the Saints, in their cloister of green, are swinging still 9579|And a voice is calling them, in their dream of the day, 9579|In their dream of the day of the Puritans past. 9579|Till the last flash of the thunder shook the steep ridge of hills, 9579|Till the hoofs of the hounds from the breakers of the floor 9579|Swept over the drift, as the day of the Puritans past. 9579|No prayer breaketh yet, 9579|No beam of the setting sun 9579|Can reach the rift of the mourner's eye; 9579|But still and slow 9579|Across the waste, grey waste 9579|Run the feet of the Saints 9579|And fill the rift, the rift 9579|Of the rift of the mourner's eye. 9579|And in the rift they stand 9579|And in its rifts 9579|Are the ruined walls of the towns 9579|And the broken wall of the homes 9579|And the rifts where once 9579|The shining squares of the star 9579|Seemed to the streets 9579|Of the towns and the roofs of the homes. 9579|And in the r ======================================== SAMPLE 28140 ======================================== 35190|To the sekes me herte my kyng. 35190|Thoughe hym was at his pytter, 35190|Thoughe he was thys. 35190|This is to seynt Pryson of France, 35190|Whiche is the bordar of my kyng, 35190|Hym that is bryght upon pype 35190|Beth up thanne. 35190|Thak his eres are fayn and strong, 35190|In a wyse they be nyght; 35190|Farewel, great god, he wyll not 35190|No pase fro me! 35190|My lordes, yf ye borrogh me, 35190|Or fygh my wyt, here my hert, 35190|Me brynge fownde a serf to lyght, 35190|Ther ys a lyty. 35190|A Serf is wifhed to a tyme, 35190|A fole is to long tyme. 35190|But now I am fyre to play 35190|Myf hem be blynde. 35190|Thenke anone, my dere is lord, 35190|I am ek also, 35190|That is myrth of wynter dede, 35190|As ymself may se. 35190|Here is to a pryoure dignyte, 35190|Thei were lordes on dai to here, 35190|And no man ne mary fyght. 35190|He is wyse of hele, of vylaynage, 35190|Of gentyll wyse and of lyuelynage, 35190|At the dedes yonge, 35190|The tretis tyme, theyr dede is god. 35190|They wolde not be dede, but were here, 35190|Yf god wolde them beryng. 35190|For theyr dede is ful fayre of wele, 35190|Thei hadde ydelayen. 35190|Here is to a seder, the pyte 35190|Is lyht of manyn to ffloure 35190|With hys fayles; 35190|And wyse men wolde them be 35190|And yf they wolde beseke. 35190|Thys tyme, wyse men wolde them be, 35190|And ther they wolde haue. 35190|This is to seynt Pryson of France, 35190|Whiche is the poynt of me, 35190|And he seeth we in to-morrowe 35190|Yf we brouze ben. 35190|Here is to his cousin the sherif, 35190|Whan he is come vnto ese, 35190|That he be borowe of a borowe, 35190|His mennes wele shall have. 35190|There is not a man by hym wynter 35190|That wolde hely spede ynought 35190|To lyke upon his contre 35190|The contre his lady his sheng. 35190|This is to seynt Pryson of France, 35190|And I pray that ye han dede 35190|That ye han dede us ymervur, 35190|And yf ye wolde haue. 35190|Here is to Cristofone of France, 35190|And here is ayein his lern 35190|That he, if he be in the wey, 35190|Be wyse of his lern. 35190|We wolde him lyke his contre, 35190|The hetter and the pyge bryght 35190|Be belyslyng, 35190|By our longe herte lyke, 35190|Yf he lyuyde w{i}t{h}, he wolde. 35190|He wolde lyke his contre, 35190|The hetter and the pyge bryght 35190|Be belyeslyng 35190|By our longe hert lyke, 35190|His londis lyke ======================================== SAMPLE 28150 ======================================== 1322|What? (I) The thing I shall make complete 1322|This day in these? 1322|No matter. 1322|(A) Here's no place as before for me, 1322|In a word, 1322|But at least in a dream. 1322|(B) I am a dream. 1322|(D) I am a wish! 1322|The last I said was to make it complete! 1322|A dream was it, a dream? 1322|(F) I know. 1322|(G) I know! 1322|All through my sleeping days, all through my waking ones, 1322|Passion has burned through the veins of you all-- 1322|I am a wish upon the page. 1322|(H) I am a wish! 1322|(I) The book I read last you were reading--so last I dream'd-- 1322|(P) 1322|(C) You I saw last night on the bank above the creek, 1322|And when, you, above the bank your head, I saw, 1322|I heard one calling, calling, calling, calling--calling to you! 1322|I will never forget what a withering call it was 1322|That called to you from me. 1322|(N) You call'd me "a bad girl, a witch, a bore!" 1322|You said you loved me too well to be a bore! 1322|(O) You said you loved me too much to be a bore! 1322|I know--I have heard these things told you. 1322|(P) 1322|(A) I am a wish upon the page, 1322|(B) I am a wish! 1322|(C) I am again a wish; the old dream of the moon, 1322|(D) You were a wish, you and I! 1322|(E) You are a wish upon the page. 1322|(F) I am a wish! 1322|The stars in my dreams like two sisters, 1322|The moon is my sister. 1322|(G) 1322|(H) 1322|The old stars in my dreams, 1322|(I) 1322|I am a wish upon the page! 1322|(K) 1322|(L) 1322|The red flowers in my dreams, 1322|The blue flowers in my dreams, 1322|(N) 1322|(M) 1322|They are a dream, they are a wish on the page! 1322|(P) 1322|You, the girl in the village, 1322|You, the girl and the boyish boy 1322|You the same, who in long-ago 1322|You and I, were one. 1322|You are a wish, you are a wish! 1322|What is the wish that we wish, 1322|That ever we wish? 1322|I can say I am young, and I am strong-- 1322|I am clean and strong, too; 1322|I have not the fear of men, nor the hate, 1322|The fear of God, nor the pride. 1322|I am old with love of life, I am glad 1322|Of every moment that is mine. 1322|And I am proud to say that I was brought here-- 1322|To this very spot--to lie here and die, 1322|In time, like you, for such a moment, 1322|As I have dreamed about, and found so sweet, 1322|Since the first time we, old friends, met and loved, 1322|And for your first kiss both of us had left behind, 1322|To follow earth's earthy ways, 1322|And find old friends at our own land's farm, on the hill--at home. 1322|And what has this been? 1322|I have stood, and wondered, 1322|Seen the old wood smoke on the hill-top, 1322|The woods, and the wild wood, 1322|And the sky, and the hills' colors, 1322|The blue and yellow of the cuckoo's whistling, 1322|And the red-brown of the pine-trees. 1322|And I have walked with you, 1322|Look'd into your eyes, ======================================== SAMPLE 28160 ======================================== 1279|'O that the King, whose name is Liberty, 1279|Were here to bless our little song; 1279|For this I'll ne'er forget to sing; 1279|And till my latest moment be 1279|My lyre will never keep a changin.'" 1279|"Wha will build a house, and cover it wi' a woe, 1279|O tell me where my true love may be? 1279|I would to'ard her eyes to learn the best part o' mirth, 1279|My heart will ne'er in misery be lost; 1279|I wad help to raide my house, or toil to yin meyn, 1279|And ne'er to think o' toime, or toime to me; 1279|Or else I wad make the house a' in faute, 1279|Sae I'll build her a house of sorrow. 1279|"O tell me where my true love may be, my life's delight, 1279|And for me alone can welcome day? 1279|O sweetly sweet my voice, and tenderly her e'e, 1279|And on her mou' bide a' day weel ne'er trow; 1279|And I will toil and strive in vain, and vain, and toil, 1279|Till thou wear'st thy face that shines to-day; 1279|And ere the sun the house o'erflow, weel to-morrow morn, 1279|I'll build her a' in sorrow." 1279|"I wad build her a house, sir, to her sorrow, 1279|And I wad wear it day and night; 1279|As sweetly as I can her name may be known, 1279|And I'll toil and sweat till hope is gane; 1279|But an she comes her dearest rememb'ring friend, 1279|I'll put her house in order to be seen: 1279|And then she'll come and stay a week or month, 1279|And bring her face to mine, but never hir'd; 1279|To see her house, her life, her friends again, 1279|The while I live wi' pain and care to-day." 1279|"O mak a man of me," quo' the King, 1279|"And thou shalt hae mair than fame to win; 1279|And to build her a mansion full blythe, 1279|That ne'er may hae a wae of me undone. 1279|O sheil shall make her house of sorrow: 1279|And for to build her a mansion fair, 1279|I'll woo a wauking maiden, 1279|That never mair may brocht a loue to a lord, 1279|And roote to her house and never cower." 1279|"O wilt thou build her a house o' sorrow, 1279|And wilt thou rooke her in pain and care? 1279|And I will wait, till she comes my dearest, 1279|And hear the voice that wa's her a' when she's near." 1279|"O wilt thou build her a haughty mansion, 1279|Where she may waile a week or month? 1279|And I will seek for her a lordling fair, 1279|And woo her ere I pass awa'; 1279|And I will seek for a lordling fair, 1279|And ne'er again return for her sake." 1279|"O wha is thy haughty mistress? 1279|Wha now is noble's mistress? 1279|And wha wi' a lord is to loue, 1279|But wha wi' a lady?" 1279|"My love's name's Johnnie-dean O'Dee; 1279|I was his maid a year or tway; 1279|And now, alas, I'm his dawtie, Ma'am, 1279|That lived wi' mistress sweet." 1279|"O Johnnie it was na sic as this, O Dainty!" 1279|"I would na tell nae how, but tell ye true, 1279|That I was mistress sweet to him. 1279|And he maun leave his mistress at hame,-- 1279|A waefu' mistress, sad to d ======================================== SAMPLE 28170 ======================================== 28375|Thy hand may heave the lilies, thy sighs 28375|The roses kiss, and the fair lily breathe; 28375|Thy words our hearts may melt, and thy tears fall 28375|In showers of honey, and love's bloom return. 28375|The stars' eternal beams, like a bride 28375|Of love, are all thine, sweetest soul of all. 28375|A mother's arms about thee she throws, 28375|To gather up the tear-drops as they flee. 28375|She with a gentle hand shall part 28375|The locks, that hide them from her tears, and show 28375|What a sweet nature she doth bless with birth, 28375|And who can be a mother that doth find 28375|So sweet, so precious, and doth it all express? 28375|So sweet, so precious, true, but a kind 28375|Mother, the children of her love. 28375|And thou, fair sister, thou thyself dost frame, 28375|And from the very clouds dost up-bear 28375|A light, more fair, a brighter, more pure flame 28375|Where thou with heaven's fair children dost strive, 28375|Which doth burn so bright, so long, and then lie 28375|Like a pure fire, and then in thy turn burn. 28375|Farewell! I have no power to say 28375|How much this weight of sorrow presses me. 28375|Farewell. Sweet love! farewell! 28375|The first and fairest, and the first 28375|Parted, and without friend 28375|Farewell! I will not say how much 28375|I've got by sorrow. 28375|Sweet love! I will not tell 28375|How much this weight of sorrow weighs me. 28375|I know not how much more I've got, 28375|But I must go 28375|On, on, 28375|And yet some way or other. 28375|A poor thing am I, and I must be poor, 28375|I want some one 28375|To give me bread, 28375|Wherewith to eat and drink. 28375|Farewell! I will not say how much 28375|This little need demands. 28375|Sweet love! I will not tell 28375|How much this little cost demands. 28375|Now if there be any, 28375|Who wish for me with a friend 28375|And wish to take my place, 28375|'Twill be my Lord's and thine, 28375|The first and fairest, and the first 28375|With whom for this they can. 28375|Farewell! I will not say how much 28375|My little comforts require. 28375|O, if thy grace can do it, 28375|Then I'll nothing conceal say, 28375|But I shall do 28375|If it's not too much for thee. 28375|My little maid, who do all that's needful, 28375|I'll give thee all thy share; 28375|Thine to do, and be thy share, 28375|And so for this thou'st leave free. 28375|How little do you know, 28375|My little maid, and how much you need 28375|To bear all this rigour. 28375|And I will make you sure, 28375|How little you think, how much you fear, 28375|That what you want is all too great 28375|For any of you to bear. 28375|But I'll put my trust in thee, 28375|Which is a far, far higher place to place, 28375|And will not let me feel 28375|That what's ill for me were good for _you_. 28375|Thou'st nothing to do, nor to bear. 28375|But when the light of life is set by thee, 28375|I'll not let one thought of thy decline 28375|Interr the rest, for of that I never 28375|Could think there was any evil in thee. 28375|Thou art, indeed, the very best. 28375|Thou'rt never too little, and never too long; 28375|What's ill for thee I'll make right, 28375|And keep my own, but not the share 28375|Of what ======================================== SAMPLE 28180 ======================================== 1041|And make an unavailing search, 1041|To find the lostest pence that's lost. 1041|Thy name's a name and mine a treasure: 1041|Mine thou wouldst take, and make a vow 1041|To wear it but when I am gone: 1041|O! to remember things forgotten! 1041|I can have no love for thy dear name, 1041|And no delight in thine, dost love 1041|Thyself, and to thy heart's desire 1041|For the dear name thou art lost in. 1041|For all that I can give, my dear, 1041|Or e'er I hope some favouring day 1041|To be so kind as call it thine, 1041|For all that in me doth possess 1041|Is not the sum of my possessions, 1041|But I alone possess the heart. 1041|I cannot love thee as a man 1041|May love another; but our love, 1041|Or e'er love it, must be so well 1041|That what another cannot give, 1041|A better can ne'er withhold it. 1041|The best that I can give, dear one, 1041|And yet not all that I can give 1041|Can make thee love me as the wise 1041|Could love another wise--if wise. 1041|O! if 'tis not enough that I 1041|Have Heaven upon earth for to behold, 1041|And can in fancy nearly see 1041|Divinity to smile and kiss, 1041|I give a little of my heart, 1041|To give my little of that delight: 1041|And so, my love, I give it thee, 1041|To wish thee all my own again. 1041|I did not think it could have been; 1041|Or that my love, which found its birth 1041|In other wombs than these, could bear 1041|A name so full of sorrow, wrong, 1041|And blood, and passion, strange-drawn breath 1041|From wombs other--so I prayed, 1041|And now I think it can be so: 1041|For well it is, with all mankind 1041|They differ so vastly in breath. 1041|Yet this is well enough; and Heaven 1041|Is sweet to my heart like many a thing 1041|Which other wombs have felt, and known. 1041|Yet that she who has borne another, 1041|And nursed another, may not know, 1041|And yet she is not sad. What then? 1041|'Tis good enough for her to know, 1041|That things can differ so wildly still 1041|With all the wombs other than hers. 1041|And well it is; for well she can 1041|Conceive, and may conceive, and bear, 1041|And bear a son, and not complain. 1041|So that the babe shall not be born 1041|To her born out of other wombs: 1041|For God is good, and knows the best, 1041|And will not have those wombs alive 1041|That differ so vastly in breath. 1041|In all the world it is the fashion 1041|To make the mother and the babe 1041|Arion's mother, and that I call 1041|The mother by the fashion. 1041|The fashioning is but fashion, 1041|The fashion the fashion is, I think, 1041|Why do I say, and do I say, 1041|'Here comes the fashion, here comes the babe, 1041|Here comes the infant whose name is Love, 1041|He shall bear the praise, and I the care!' 1041|What's that? O yes, we were all dreaming; 1041|We all were dreaming, of an April 1041|When you were still but a child beside us. 1041|We talked together, but not long after: 1041|But all in the last month of April. 1041|It was with children's thoughts about us, 1041|That you came on me: then I thought you 1041|Were only a child, and the love was over. 1041|Ah! then you would not come to me, 1041|And I would meet with the other children 1041|In April, ======================================== SAMPLE 28190 ======================================== 4331|But that's not the point. 4331|I have come for the soul, 4331|But for the body I 4331|Still live for the soul in me. 4331|A long while ago I was a boy 4331|I dreamed and smiled and played with girls 4331|Of fairy-like delight, 4331|No matter what I did, 4331|Or said, or did not say, 4331|And the life I led 4331|Could never have a meaning 4331|If I was kept out of reach. 4331|A long while ago I was a boy 4331|But then I woke up and knew just what 4331|I had dreamt of, 4331|It was very strange to me; 4331|No matter what I said, 4331|Or did, or did not do, 4331|If ever I got in trouble, 4331|I could always undo my shirt 4331|And catch him in it. 4331|I got so many strange ideas 4331|From fairy tales, 4331|And even the time I spent in church 4331|Was haunted by the sound and sight 4331|Of fairy hands. 4331|The music that resounded 4331|From the organ and the tenor bow 4331|Was very strange to me! 4331|I went before the sermon 4331|And all the way I held my head 4331|As if I were an angel. 4331|But when the sermon was done 4331|I stopped and found my hand 4331|Upon the arm of a preacher, 4331|And all is over! 4331|I never get older, 4331|And if I wait 4331|I can't cry 4331|And talk so loud 4331|As I used to do 4331|When I was younger. 4331|In my old church 4331|The organ plays 4331|A fairy tune 4331|The whole of the time 4331|The bells ring 4331|A cheerful song 4331|The whole of the time. 4331|I can tell you a story 4331|How I could see 4331|The people there would say 4331|When he passed them by 4331|That he never had heard 4331|Of anything so gay, 4331|But he passed them by 4331|And never saw. 4331|If I could find 4331|A little girl 4331|I could say 4331|To her what I had seen 4331|In fairy stories; 4331|How she never knew 4331|If it was true or not 4331|That she never knew 4331|If it was true or not. 4331|But I'd have to leave her 4331|To the doctors; 4331|In the end 4331|A song 4331|Would fill my place. 4331|It might be sad 4331|With the pain of tears 4331|Though I had tears too. 4331|But it would be no matter 4331|For the pain and the fear 4331|To tell you 4331|The dream that she dreamed 4331|And the dream that she told; 4331|And if she could tell you 4331|When I was very young, 4331|I knew she did it by heart 4331|So I never told. 4331|If it could be proved that I 4331|Had dreamed and I was angry, 4331|And you could prove it 4331|That you were all ashamed 4331|And you had not been proud; 4331|But that would just be teasing! 4331|I could make you up a story 4331|The whole of the time 4331|For you to tell you 4331|Why she never tried. 4331|You're my little daughter, 4331|You were never good or bad, 4331|The lightest, sweetest thing on earth. 4331|I love you with all my strength 4331|And I wish that you were mine. 4331|You had rather live in pain 4331|Than to go on living this life of pain 4331|Until you were quite old and wise. 4331|I'd have you think of death 4331|As the only end of our suffering 4331|And so I keep you safe from harm. 4331|I want you ======================================== SAMPLE 28200 ======================================== May I love the dead as well? 2334|I was a fool, a fool to follow love, 2334|To love a woman as a woman should; 2334|When he was gone, I lost a life to gain 2334|A smile or cry; but now I've lived to live 2334|His laugh, his smile, his memory and light. 2334|That is the glory of the dead men's will; 2334|To make the dead men conscious of the dead, 2334|To give a vital feeling to the throng, 2334|That would not cease to stir the living, mixed, 2334|And make the living strong to bear the same, 2334|And so to live--the age of gold in vaw 2334|And blood in battle over-side! 2334|I was a fool, a fool to follow love, 2334|To love a woman as a woman should, 2334|But now I've lived to live the man she is 2334|And so to live, dear Lord. 2334|"But when your time comes, if it must be told 2334|I might have lived to tell a different tale. 2334|Now tell me how to write with pen of fire 2334|Your name and the small price that you have won. 2334|I might have written a book on the same old theme, 2334|But now you've told your story and no book will be 2334|To tell the riddle of that one mad day 2334|When your last gasp was a dream and your last kiss a stone." 2334|--"It was your life, Mother, that made me poor, 2334|And God has blessed it, if He'd put a million in 2334|But now your life has gone 2334|And all you want is what is mine. 2334|"I've done your bidding, Mother, and I swear 2334|By what you put your trust in when you sold 2334|My little share of life--but now I've lived to live it, 2334|To live what you have taken from me, and no book 2334|To tell the riddle of that one mad day 2334|When your last gasp was a dream and your last kiss been lost 2334|When you saw your shadow, and you said, 'O God'! 2334|That is the glory of the dead men's will! 2334|To do what you have sold when you left them free, 2334|And so to live. 2334|"Yes. All, mother, have their own rights; 2334|'Twas but a play. A play I won, 2334|And all that--I have now. 2334|"I might have played my hand with harder odds, 2334|I might have bowed to you a while. 2334|'Tis but a play; and the way things end. 2334|"But now, mother, I have lived to live you. 2334|Your life now is all that is mine. 2334|"And if it comes to be that you are dead 2334|You're first beyond the stars of morn. 2334|"My blood has warmed you--and when it ceases 2334|Your soul shall be stiller than mine. 2334|"And mother, dear mother, if you knew 2334|That all those days you made your choice 2334|You'd laugh when he came home from the war 2334|To stand in the porch and be first 2334|To meet him. 2334|"Then all those eyes would see me with a smile 2334|To see you laugh and be glad, 2334|"And think that I was ever in the way 2334|You thought I ought to be. 2334|"No more to hold you, mother, while you feel 2334|The weight of all you cannot know 2334|"And think what Heaven might have been--if I 2334|Had only been so good a man." 2334|The Lady Jane stood alone with her eyes 2334|As still as they are wide; 2334|Her lips were chill, and the very air 2334|Was so for their good cheer. 2334|He held his head, and it was all his face, 2334|Then Jane came out and said: 2334|"You were so good this morning, you know, 2334|And you will always be true. 2334|"And what's the ======================================== SAMPLE 28210 ======================================== 8187|The young world's birthright, as it were the sacred right 8187|To read the histories of its ancient deeds. 8187|These facts must be its only teacher, and, 8187|Its sole object, to be in time restored. 8187|And, therefore, when the fates conspire to bid 8187|Some name, some fame, some word, which they have spurned, 8187|Must to their dust-piled heads be made the bays. 8187|And 'twill be, as to the Athenians, well done. 8187|For the worst, most worthless of all "bays," 8187|Oft has a _grand villa_ been won 8187|By a brave, but feeble, "bard," the _best_ 8187|Of _English_ _sages_, the _Wicklow Scrip_. 8187|The first lesson, that all _manner_ teaches 8187|The soul of Nature, is, that, by "natures law," 8187|There's never _true wisdom_ without _evil_; 8187|And, therefore, no one art or career 8187|Which, without striving _to be true_, would fail, 8187|Or rise to any height of excellence.-- 8187|In a great master's _sages_, if nothing else, 8187|You _will_ find that, if you play his game, 8187|Your whole life lies at his command. 8187|But, this is not the only cause, in which 8187|'Tis folly to be _without_ a _sport_. 8187|Another reason, more natural too, 8187|Is--the _work of art_ is always _work_: 8187|And if, from Nature's fountain-head, 8187|He borrows _his_ _soul_, 'twill make him sick, 8187|And prove the curse of all that tread it there. 8187|For instance, suppose your _little tale_-bower 8187|Is the dear _Cupid_, that all _sages_ hold 8187|So dear that, when, in _his_ prime of life, in truth, 8187|The _last_ _gazette_ there, which has not been writ, 8187|Tho' many a noble _Roma_ here hath been, 8187|Was held, to all, so proud of his young genius, 8187|An _art_ to learn, and worship _he_ with. 8187|_Chaucer_ here, so _strong_, the Muse could unfold 8187|Such pictures as on _Babes in turn_ 8187|They all looked on with a thrill of wonder 8187|At the power of _fancy_, when all was still, 8187|And--not to mention other tales he wrote-- 8187|Of the wonderful power and _gnaising_ power 8187|Of his wit, which--like the Frenchmen's _floureuse_-- 8187|Made _even_ beggars admire his poetical art. 8187|"But," you say, "where is the _pæan_ part, 8187|"If nothing else, for the _diphen_ part?" 8187|Nay, no doubt there will be some _diphen_ words, 8187|As to say _foul_ or _honest_ in a verse-- 8187|And you'll have, of all the _boges_, your _chaunce_, 8187|For all's the _art_--except those times when _Art 8187|_Exist_, the real _Pace_ cannot be gone o'er, 8187|As _Mensa nobis_ still is to see _his_ place. 8187|Howe'er, you'll find the _art_ remains the same; 8187|And, thro' all the _bogues and tricerskins_ 8187|Which _Europe_ has for the past time wept o'er, 8187|In your _Sithonian_ sport, no _trick_ is known 8187|More _paltry_ than the _sardine_, or what not, 8187|If, on the _Mint_, you keep the right "H" 8187|With your "Hentai," and in _bustles_ you keep 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 28220 ======================================== 16059|Que tenemos á los morirno á su alto 16059|Vide en el Cid, la tierra en blanca, 16059|Mas ¡ay! ¿Qué tiempo! en mi memoria 16059|La historia de los jueces mieltas 16059|Hace que se hizo actividad, 16059|Acontegada en su voz adornada, 16059|Ela tras los pueblos de Oriente 16059|Por sus puertas que el corazón 16059|En que el día es la pobre courbe. 16059|¿Qué la mía, paterno, ó sereno, 16059|En el festín sin razón infunde 16059|Al ritmo de los pueblos sonoros 16059|A generosa cabeza sus pajes? 16059|¿Como en otro canto que, ¡mida, me acerca 16059|A libre y desdichado en cobarde 16059|Y baxos de oro y dolores sonros? 16059|¡Adiós, faz de cieno, fuerzas leves 16059|Al aire y al sol sería hieren pordo, 16059|La vista de los ojos y de los recoils 16059|Al festín de los cielos miembres! 16059|Que de mis enojos de tu barco bergant, 16059|Á sus pajes de las fiestas el cielo, 16059|Y su corona el puerto á su venturoso. 16059|¿Buena y la riqueza su frente, 16059|Del Sarto, su feroz jugo y su fuerte, 16059|¡Adiós, faz de cieno, á mi cazador! 16059|Tú, si al pie al mundo llora 16059|Contamine su sangre le pere 16059|Al fuego al que el oro, por ser! 16059|Pues, con él, al rededor cielo 16059|Era la mar seca; al cielo ese 16059|La dama, el oro en él criao. 16059|Al oro de las palmas 16059|De su arado amalfaja, 16059|Así hablado á tu prix día 16059|No hallaba su nombre al mar. 16059|La canta ampla, 16059|Último además, ¡o ver siendo 16059|En tu alcorde las cumbres 16059|De una rama del dolor, ó en tu nombre 16059|La canta faz serena, 16059|Y hago en él la nave verdad; 16059|Ni en su fe parecía 16059|Que aun tenía te quedó el hombre 16059|Para arsa el seno 16059|Ceñidme en su casa, 16059|¡Oh, la noche que era apagada 16059|De una fama, ó la noche, otra miro 16059|Nosotros llegar dulce: 16059|Ceñidme en su casa! 16059|A quien viste por amor 16059|Se desde arrebatada noche, 16059|Que viste otro campo, 16059|Por viste la faz serena 16059|De una faz calma. 16059|Así al fuego al que pueda 16059|Se admite un nombre al mar. 16059|De una fria ó de arrebatadura 16059|Sus mirarse armonía; 16059|Que en tu lintoresceno 16059|Lo envenança el cielo 16059|Cantando al yugo, lo envenança 16059|Por la inmensa esencia. 16059|Porque en tu lintoresceno 16059|Suele am ======================================== SAMPLE 28230 ======================================== 1042|And not a soul in that vast throng 1042|Of human things. 1042|For in our heart that day the man 1042|Whom you have chosen for the centre 1042|Lies like a thing of life and not of death; 1042|Or like the long-inhumed dead; 1042|For every man is honoured and some men killed, 1042|And all men dream for a single dream, 1042|Who shall end life as I dream: 1042|The dream is all of you, the dream is all my soul, 1042|The dream is all of you, O fair house of my love, 1042|O house by the river-banks forlorn of my love, 1042|For a voice and a hand and a song's desire 1042|Have made me your lord and your king. 1042|O soul of a man who knew you not, 1042|O house by the river-banks in pain and in pain, 1042|O house of the wind in the spring as it drives and moans 1042|Above the wreck of the ship whose mast is a broken wreck - 1042|O soul of a man who slept in a ship that was freighted with steel, 1042|O house of the fire as it howls far up the shore as the flame 1042|Is the heart of the house in the burning wreck on the river bank. 1042|For the eyes of my dream and the feet of my feet are like foam washed 1042|As with tears of the ocean to pour on some grave of the wind. 1042|O soul of my dream, O house of the river and the sea, 1042|O house of the water as it howls over the wreck of the ship, 1042|O house of the fire as it groans to the wreck in the river, 1042|You had loved me and I had loved you when we lived in the world 1042|And the love of a soul is as strong as a body of stone. 1042|We were strong as the gods of the old Pelasgi, 1042|You and I a man who had conquered death; 1042|But the great world is passing now under the wing of the child, 1042|And the light of our day is in tears. 1042|We are weak as the gods of the ancient age, 1042|Like the gods of our early days, the same as they 1042|Who came here from far where we lived in the town as it was, 1042|And saw the city that now grows dim as they fled. 1042|As the gods of the old Pelasgi died in the dawn, 1042|So perished we from those happy eyes, 1042|And the light from them died forth. 1042|As the gods of that age, the gods of our birth, 1042|Slain by the might of the mortal foe, 1042|Who is like the wind to the city to-night? 1042|As the gods perish who live here in the city. 1042|If you see her not, the dream is dead. 1042|O lover of which he dreameth, 1042|That dream is by the river-banks done. 1042|O lover of whom he dreameth, 1042|I know he shall never find her 1042|Under the sky's dome. 1042|There is no heaven to-night 1042|Nor earth to rise up under the sun; 1042|There is no heaven for men to make love to 1042|Or any man with for his eyes delight. 1042|There is no heaven to-night 1042|Nor earth to rise up under the sun. 1042|The city is not worth the knowing, 1042|It is a false temple of the sky. 1042|There is no heaven for men to make love to, 1042|No heaven to-night. 1042|She is not dead: we who live in the city 1042|Still give our hearts to her; there remains her 1042|The beauty of her eyes to tell us her name. 1042|What time we see her on our roofs the city 1042|Is changed: her form is not changed, but our hearts 1042|Change as we change the sky. 1042|We know she is not dead. 1042|We see a mist a-blow upon her eyes, 1042|We know she is not dead: we stand and see. 1042|Though ======================================== SAMPLE 28240 ======================================== 18500|As in the early morn, ere eve's the first, 18500|He meets the giddy posies on the road, 18500|Or in the shade, or 'mongst the orchard flowers, 18500|The merry children of our morning dream. 18500|How happy, on that happy morning's dewy eve, 18500|Our little kerns, with bells in hand, are seen! 18500|Ere gaudy carriages draw in their blissful hours, 18500|Our hizzies to the pibroch are seen. 18500|The kirk tower is the star we see, 18500|The market square the junction made; 18500|Each is the spot where joy is high, 18500|And joy is sure to be a kye. 18500|The sun shines down to-day in splendour on the mound 18500|Of yonder hill, and on yon' wood-clad ridge; 18500|And on those mountains 'mong their rocks who sees 18500|The young bride gushing fresh blood, and fair? 18500|'Tis the young bride's mother, on whose back 18500|She bears the young bride, with such a bound, 18500|(A mother kind, and loving too, methinks, 18500|To loving one so young, methinks,) 18500|That she has broken all the bonds of kind, 18500|And will to-morrow wed the old jack; 18500|And to-morrow the old jack can wed 18500|The young girl's brother, 'mongst the mountain hir'd; 18500|And all he asks is a kiss, before he's gone 18500|His brother to bury, at his side, 18500|On yonder hill, for which he'll both fore-guard 18500|And fight for yet, as for a man, 18500|'Mangst the young and old, who lo'es most, 18500|Yet care they not, tho' his dying pang 18500|Must strike on every side to be forgot; 18500|Though by mischance or privy scorn, 18500|Or love o'erthrown, no care can find 18500|The bitterest sting o' him, 18500|Wha feels wan his last breath, 18500|In the mornin' ere the dawn o' the kye. 18500|For love is ever at its wane, 18500|'Mangst the young and the auld, 18500|And he that feels wan his last breath, 18500|In the mornin' ere the dawn o' the kye. 18500|The lassie's heart, tho' steel'd o' grace, 18500|And firm was her faith, 18500|An', tho' she lived on purity 18500|Yet, mon, she's sair the quaver in her ee! 18500|O, happy they wha' never gat micht, 18500|That thought on her an' wadna sin, 18500|Wi' heart that ne'er a thought could think on bud, 18500|But how she was loving auld Clutha's fame! 18500|Then there's nane that wi' me grew young, 18500|Wi' a' the wealth o' nature dacs, 18500|The auld wark-deline I miss't been sae fu', 18500|My Margaret's love she will ne'er forget! 18500|And, hark! they're callin for tea and coffee, 18500|Lum Woodlands, and Borthwick green; 18500|My hope's aurous for tae's us clome again, 18500|And I weel may auld Clutha ha'e a new-yae word. 18500|It makes me ill, when wi' ilk a clan 18500|I meet; 18500|For I canna sleep for Margaret's sake, 18500|In ail that compare I see; 18500|It gars my heart-blood throb an' fill, 18500|While ilka man forgets his manly plot: 18500|O, I canna sleep for Margaret's sake; 18500|My Margaret, wha's heart-strings ha'e ta'en the sway o' life! 18500|I'm sure I'll never see her face, 18500|Nor 'mid my ======================================== SAMPLE 28250 ======================================== 19226|That's all. 19226|The birdies, all, have gone; 19226|My heart is broke. 19226|It's all to me; 19226|I've been so brave. 19226|I went for to catch a crow; 19226|It's all to me; 19226|I'd have been genteel. 19226|I caught a crow, so I've come here 19226|And now I'm a mite 19226|Afeard to be in the nest; 19226|The birds are flying away, 19226|And so are I. 19226|In the morning light the blackbird chirpeth; 19226|I watch the rushes as they rustle beneath him; 19226|I watch the woodrat in the juniper's hollow; 19226|And now and then the owl from the old oakshore 19226|Calls me, with his long unquiet eyelids. 19226|The woodrat and the crickets will be 19226|A-calling to each other, and whispering, 19226|"We hear not, we have known neither word 19226|Of the stranger, nor of other mourners 19226|Whom we have come to mourn." 19226|And with the leaves above me my feet 19226|Are resting, so I must be gone; 19226|But I must go, for I have said too little, 19226|And my work is to speak freely, 19226|I will not be rude to you, my dear, 19226|To people such as you. 19226|I am one who have had griefs in the past; 19226|And I am going now to sing of a sorrow; 19226|I shall be frank, my dear, in words, 19226|Because you asked me. 19226|The last time I was in this spot 19226|I lost a pheasant in a net they were putting. 19226|A bird I had gathered for a song 19226|For wasps that buzzed, they said. 19226|I made that pheasant net 19226|(When I was eight years old). 19226|I could have been a little shy thing, 19226|Or a girl who was going home late, 19226|You know, on a summer day, 19226|With no friends near by. 19226|I tried to be quite frank, 19226|But the fish would only stand 19226|And I could not do a thing 19226|But wait till the birds would run. 19226|And when I was ready to go, 19226|I'd see if I could catch it too. 19226|The flies have made it a little trap, 19226|They have made a little table. 19226|It's a little table all made of flies, 19226|And underneath there is a gun. 19226|The flies are all white and red, 19226|And on the very top is a gun, 19226|And one for fun. 19226|The gun is made of fly glue, 19226|It is something, you know, and sharp; 19226|And only one in a million will hit it, 19226|So I'll be bold in a way. 19226|But, dear, though I like a gun, 19226|I cannot shoot it with flies. 19226|I cannot shoot it with flies, 19226|For I wish to die! 19226|I wish to die! 19226|I wish to die! 19226|I wish to die, for I hate this place: 19226|My bed, where I grew up, is on the floor, 19226|And my cradle, where I slept, is on the rock; 19226|I wish to die! 19226|I shall lie in my cradle, where I sleep, 19226|My dream, or my play, or my rest-- 19226|I may not speak to you, I may not say, 19226|I may not use the hand in yours-- 19226|I may not even kiss your tears, my dear-- 19226|For I wish to die! 19226|Oh! for a fire in the ashes of my home!-- 19226|A little flame, like a sunflower, at first; 19226|And when (oh! so long!) the ash it light, 19226|It fades, then dies, and grows 19226|Like the ======================================== SAMPLE 28260 ======================================== 42041|"The night is come: the dead lie calm and still." 42041|I saw the long, long shadows dance 42041|Astense and quick, 42041|A sudden silence, the night turning pale, 42041|The cold, cold light. 42041|The old sun with his quivering beam 42041|Stood still; 42041|He seemed in awe to look on things 42041|That were. 42041|Upon the sea a wind came slow, 42041|A mist came down; 42041|I saw the far, bright, drifting foam 42041|Toss over the wave. 42041|It rustled 'mid the black, white cots, 42041|A lone note,-- 42041|'T was as if death had the town 42041|Of Norfolk dead. 42041|A voice came near the wooded place, 42041|A foot-note bright,-- 42041|'T was the wind in the dark West 42041|With sudden start. 42041|I stood upon the grassy mound 42041|And watched the dead 42041|And waited, for the wind arose 42041|Away from the sea. 42041|I was alone.--The long gray lines 42041|Ascending, one by one, 42041|All were with me,--I but felt, 42041|Pressed to my heart,--the quick, sweet tide. 42041|A weary, weary while, 42041|I lay! 42041|And the wind blew, and the sea-tides 42041|Kissed my face; 42041|A strange sweet, gentle sound, 42041|I heard from lands afar.... 42041|It came so softly,--as a child 42041|Hears when it sleeps 42041|The sleep that it dreams till morn,-- 42041|A gentle voice. 42041|A new voice came softly, softly, 42041|As a child's heart, 42041|It stirr'd, and touched my ear: 42041|A kiss.... My heart leaps up! 42041|My heart leaps up! The new voice said: 42041|"It's a sweet name." 42041|A sudden flame 42041|Pierced my stiff, cold bed; 42041|I heard a strange music born 42041|Of distant seas. 42041|And I thought, "This is earth's voice; 42041|I will wait." 42041|A child 42041|Upon a grave, 42041|And the wind blew. And I know'd 42041|It wov'n a grave. 42041|I wove me a garland 42041|Of leaves, and I stood 42041|Under the eaves, 42041|Where the shadows were soft 42041|And the moon looked down; 42041|In a deep, dark chamber 42041|Of a great stone wall; 42041|From the stone wall's edge 42041|My soul came hopping, 42041|With the soul of a young babe 42041|And a little child. 42041|A woman came with a wand 42041|Of silver, golden, and blue, 42041|As white as snow; 42041|I wove me a garland, 42041|And I heard, high in the air, 42041|A low, sad wailing. 42041|I wove me a garland, 42041|And I went back to the sea 42041|To wander. I was glad, 42041|For in my heart's deep sea of tears 42041|I heard the soul of a babe 42041|And a young babe. 42041|A woman comes with a wand 42041|Of emerald green; 42041|I wove me a garland 42041|Of buds, and, high in the air, 42041|A gentle, gentle sigh 42041|Filled all my spring; 42041|The leaves on the branch lay still, 42041|The dew on the flower fell 42041|Where the moon looked down. 42041|A woman comes with a wand 42041|Of scarlet and gold; 42041|I wove me a garland 42041|Of beryl and pearl, 42041|And I think when I wove it 42041|The spirit wove me there 42041|Two children. The gold and the scarlet ======================================== SAMPLE 28270 ======================================== 27885|But I said to him I could write you 27885|If you would be my friend. 27885|"I've always written for young women," he said, 27885|"And now that I'm old--I never will forswear 27885|The word I'm good at. But still at fifty 27885|I'll never write for any one else!" 27885|"Oh, then, you must," she answered, "you must!" 27885|(His hair was just brushing her eyebrows, and his eyes 27885|Were like twin lamps on a street a-glinting.) 27885|"You must!" 27885|"Because I love these girls. Why, I was the first 27885|To embrace the dream of twenty-five!" 27885|"Why, no, don't--" 27885|"Because I loved these girls. Don't you love them now; 27885|It's only a dream, and my hair is long. 27885|But if you can write for some one I love, 27885|And write with a voice that's free from care 27885|And a grace that's unimpassioned and new, 27885|You can have it all! You can have your way-- 27885|You're no stranger to my heart of hearts!" 27885|I said: "My friends," I said, "how could I fail 27885|To embrace your gift, in your face to cry 27885|Into love's language, and feel it my birth? 27885|And you say you _have_ given, yet you keep 27885|This old-world grace and a poetic air!" 27885|"If you _have_ given," I said, "to the world 27885|There's nothing you _can_ do. There's Beauty all 27885|Through the world,--and your poems are mere show!" 27885|"You _can_ speak," she said, "and my poems are free. 27885|And the men who treat you as nothing less 27885|Would scorn me, could they see me apart." 27885|"What of that?" I cried. "And you would let 27885|My soul of hearts fade, for your whim's untried? 27885|You wouldn't dare? You wouldn't be afraid? 27885|Don't you wish you saw what you've let yourself 27885|Make of your gift! You wouldn't dare to claim 27885|The freedom I gave it you?" "Oh, no! I 27885|Am very sorry now," he said, "but _yes_ 27885|To anything you'd like. Of course, I'll think-- 27885|And so I'll write. You can think much the same." 27885|"In the world?" she said, and stopped. She said: 27885|"_I_ dare not say no word. Never!" she said, 27885|And turned away. The silence of the night. 27885|I said, "Dear friend, I have loved you too 27885|Too long to be deceived. I'll give you back 27885|All my life's treasure, all my knowledge too. 27885|I'll send you back, dear friend, but can not do 27885|As you'd do, I fancy, if you had another." 27885|We came to the ocean again, at daybreak, 27885|And I kissed her. "God bless you, dear heart! 27885|And no harm'll befall you, if you name the word, 27885|Dear friend, to my lover, who is waiting, 27885|And will save you from this life which we two know!" 27885|So we passed away upon the sands 27885|That are strewn with broken hopes and dreams. 27885|How canst thou help, O brave, to brave 27885|Life's stormy ways? Life's sudden doubt, 27885|To its abrupt end, behold! 27885|And with the sunset's sudden glow 27885|That fills with golden light the skies, 27885|Thou hast the light of thine eyes 27885|Browsed through years of teaching. 27885|What man is not glad to learn 27885|How to watch life's changing ways, 27885|And to guide thee, with his voice, 27885|To the calm and clear; 27885|To watch thy friend, thy brother, 27885|And thy brother's hand--the first, 27885|In ======================================== SAMPLE 28280 ======================================== 2621|What dost thou fear? 2621|We may not speak of thee; no, 2621|We never shall! 2621|No, no, we'll pray for thee, 2621|We'll sing a psalm. 2621|I saw a ship, but it had no mast, 2621|No canvas by the foamy wave, 2621|Just a little sail that floated there; 2621|There were no sails to flutter on, 2621|Save for a single white hand at stern: 2621|There no penance-book, save this we hold 2621|Where we can think of thee most truly, 2621|Most truly, now we lie so near thee. 2621|I thought it was a fleet so white, 2621|With sails so white; 2621|But oh! it is no boat at sea, 2621|Nor sails at sea. 2621|And yet with dimpled cheek and dimpled hand, 2621|And eyes of promise, and proud, awake, 2621|And breasts that were aflame with love and pride, 2621|The queen of hearts sits by thy side, 2621|And yet, O yet, thou art not brave, 2621|For thy bright body is not white, 2621|And there is dust upon thy brow 2621|That thou might'st lift to greet the king, 2621|As only a queen could do. 2621|Thy heart is red with lust of bridegroom-play, 2621|And for thy face is painted the rare grace 2621|That is not to be won by earthly toils; 2621|Yea, thou art far more fair than day, 2621|And less and less like the rainbow gleam 2621|That paints sweet flowers for men to honor 2621|In woods where only are repose 2621|The dead leaves of the winter dead. 2621|For thou art not all white, and both 2621|The lips, the brow and eyes are fair; 2621|Thine eye is fixed, and dark and deep; 2621|Thy cheek is white with anguish lamed; 2621|And though thou look'st as pale as snow, 2621|Yet is thy heart as full of fire, 2621|And thy wild lips are so sweet, they speak, 2621|And speak with such a sweet voice, I know 2621|The first words that ever I heard 2621|Were these,-- 2621|O Mary! would it only stay 2621|Like an old dream, like an empty thing? 2621|Would it, as in another tongue, 2621|When we met, as I met thee, last? 2621|Would it be strange to me to say 2621|These words, the simple words of love? 2621|Could we not understand each other, 2621|I too had a language of mine. 2621|I love thee, Mary; would that I 2621|Could understand thee; would that it stayed 2621|Like an old dream, like an empty thing. 2621|Thy face, thy form alone, I see, 2621|That were a gem to me alone; 2621|Mine eyes are empty now; my hand 2621|Has dropped the clasp of all my love. 2621|But God is more than language, Mary; 2621|God is every thought, every word; 2621|He knows and weighs the heart and sense, 2621|That waits the word and breathes the tone, 2621|Than all the languages taught in school. 2621|For all the signs that teach the hearts to beat, 2621|The hand to start, the lips to speak, 2621|Were made by Him, and all His language; 2621|All that men utter, and that men hear, 2621|Is His, and lives by Him alone. 2621|I only know, whatever runs 2621|Before me on the air or sea, 2621|Is led by Him, and winds before, 2621|And after follows each event. 2621|My only wisdom, Mary, is this; 2621|When on my soul the spirit-sound 2621|Of God's own words about me come, 2621|My soul, that was so beautiful, 2621|Is dimmed, and hides me from my Mary. 2621|I did but think my faith so deep 2621|As to ======================================== SAMPLE 28290 ======================================== 37804|Nor of his wife alone, the queen to whom his heart was in the right. 37804|And when this he heard, and saw with what a wile the King had 37804|scanty nigh to madness, his pride began to turn to shame as he 37804|'Twixt them both therewith I am glad, and think me not of all men 37804|whom I speak of. 37804|'But what am I, a man of all men? For though my strength 37804|were equal, I had strength enough to save from a sure death or end 37804|all this, and to keep him in the durance he was in; but now 37804|of thee but for a while. Thou wert fair, and fair was my heart, 37804|and fair that day; and my love grew up to high endeavour; 37804|and that day our hands, my sweetheart, we found to be the best 37804|of all hands or fruit on earth.' 37804|SIR UYERS, _The King of Denmark._ 37804|'If I am only a poet, as ye know, what shall I be to you, 37804|children?' 37804|'O art thou a poet, and wilt thou lead the maidens, 37804|and we two will sing of love?' 37804|'No, no, I will be a poet to thee.' 37804|'And shall I be a poet with thee, that I may do thee service? 37804|'Nay, nay, I shall not be a poet with you, dear lady, if 37804|there be any fear in thee. But tell me, if I may yet speak with 37804|thee.' 37804|'Why, if I could speak with thee how I am, with thy best and 37804|most beloved, I would be a poet; but I am not sure, 37804|she said, 37804|'My own dear lady, may it not be that my love for thee 37804|is not wholly mine?' 37804|'Nay, thou art so fair, and love is so great, and thou art 37804|so much loved, I would that you were not near me. But now 37804|I pray thee, dear my lady, say if thou wouldest sing to me. 37804|'O, what wouldst thou?' 37804|'Nay, nay, I would but love thy lips, thy hand, thy eyes, thy 37804|beautiful eyes.' 37804|'Sweet, I will not love thy eyes, nor kiss thy lips, nor ever 37804|touch thy hand, 37804|That it be fair in this world which I behold.' 37804|'O, no, my lord, not ever touch thy hand. 37804|I would not kiss thy mouth, nor breathe thy sweet breath, nor 37804|touch thy lips if they were not fair to my eyes.' 37804|'O, no, my lord, not touch thy hand. 37804|I would not breathe thy breath my hand; for such a gift as mine 37804|was never given for a love.' 37804|'Sweet, I would, but not kiss thy mouth, 37804|I would not touch thy hand, or kiss thy sweet breath, nor 37804|touch thy lips if they were not fair unto my eyes. 37804|'Nay, I would not touch those lips; but first would I kiss 37804|thy hand, and in that place.' 37804|'O my lord what is this thou sayest? 37804|For if I kiss thy mouth, they would be fair unto my eyes, 37804|'For to kiss thy face thou wouldst not do me good, so wouldst 37804|not kiss thy hand. 37804|'I am not fair to thy face nor fair to thy hand or fair 37804|to thy hand. 37804|I have done many wrong.' 37804|'Yet thou art fair and fair to thyself, and sweet to herself, 37804|for thou hast loved thee long; 37804|And so is he who loves thee best and hath the most fair eyes 37804|Of those who love thee; but I say, though thou be so true to 37804|them and tender, yet the world is not fair for them, and 37804|I say that the world is not fair for us. For where they be 37804|I, first of all, am fair to thee, fairer than any ======================================== SAMPLE 28300 ======================================== 29358|On top of the walls; and now the city gate has stood as 29358|The city warden in all her gates yet one hour ere we go in. 29358|No man, no woman there, no child, no man with his father's or 29358|And now he takes me under his keeping and from all the host, 29358|And bade me give him to the lord of all these walls and all this 29358|There's a man-at-arms of my town who-so therewith come full 29358|And there it is-and all this is all the king of Hellas' city. 29358|And as the maids I know that love the fair-haired maids so dear 29358|And all these words they wend, there have they met a lady fair, 29358|And on they bore them to the high-named city for the men 29358|Whom I have named, when I have done the wonted work of men. 29358|Thereat with great grief and fear I stood for shame and woe in all." 29358|So as he spoke a murmur made the ground as he went, 29358|Thoughtful at last. 29358|A little way on he passed, and lo, in face and form, 29358|A little way on he passed, and lo, as he went on 29358|The maiden to the door of the maid's pavilion came, 29358|And she had eyes like the sun, and hands as the hand of day, 29358|And in her mouth was a singing voice, and she was come within; 29358|And they turned her from the door, and she her feet on the floor 29358|Of the great hall caught, and cried out, and smote withal her breast. 29358|And one of the maids who had caught her after her prayer 29358|Said to the others, "O mother, why this dread on our face, 29358|If Venus comes to us for help, and therewithal hath wrought 29358|Against us this thing?" And therewithal a answer made: 29358|"O mother, let not wrathful pity of such a god 29358|Make thee that cry a thing so strange and heavy to hear. 29358|No house of gods hath any mortal seen this day, 29358|But let us rather give him greeting in words of praise, 29358|So may he bring with him his father Elpenor, 29358|If any of us yet live, and all is in the way." 29358|Then Elpenor's father rose and made his voice known 29358|Beyond all others from the folk that heard, and spake: 29358|"Noble sir, I grant thee this with thanks. 29358|If this man's folk have brought my kinsman thither-out, 29358|Or have begotten him: that shall ne'er befall 29358|The men of Troy, so high thy name goes among men. 29358|But come thou in: it were meeter were for me 29358|That of the king's men thou shouldest come, my knight, than 29358|That thou should'st go to the dead and stand no memorial, 29358|Lest thy own kinsmen should in their hearts, 29358|The very likenessed faces of dead men think thee not. 29358|Yet is there in our town a name of names, a name that comes 29358|With many another folk, the sons of Troy; 29358|And thou wilt be a name by none but this of thee 29358|In such like honour as no man might grant thee." 29358|So he, the king of men, to court would make his way, 29358|And first he sought the house of Priam by the wall, 29358|And spake unto the king of Argive men as thus: 29358|"From God's own hand and from the Gods' hest I give thee aid 29358|If any of these folk in any place be found; 29358|But do thou send another, thy friend, that so thou see 29358|Thy kinsman's face and all the folk that are with him. 29358|Then shalt thou see the face and look in hands of death 29358|That now is set in the heart of Hector's name: 29358|There thou shalt mark the hand of that dear husband, 29358|And there by my side a little longer shalt see 29358|A man so great whose limbs ======================================== SAMPLE 28310 ======================================== 24847|But he can think no more of war, 24847|And make the best of what he has. 24847|He is of nature quite--no less! 24847|The wind, the rain, the dew, the sun, 24847|The morning and evening star, the dew 24847|Of heaven's gold in morning's gold, 24847|The moon, the day and night, the star 24847|He sees as if he were to gaze 24847|Upon the myriad stars of heav'n, 24847|Each with its image of that one, 24847|Each in itself--each equal, one, 24847|To his own vision of light. 24847|So then he lives! He loves each fire, 24847|He is more beautiful than, if 24847|Said to be fire unto air. He is 24847|More true to earth and to the sea, 24847|More subtle than his breathless friends, 24847|He will be as a mighty sea. 24847|And, because the earth has given him 24847|That strength in being which none can know, 24847|All the great cities of the earth 24847|Will be his, far-born and swift, 24847|Who will draw the stars from night to night 24847|And leave them on the earth no more. 24847|For all the suns, for earth and sea, 24847|For all the stars are he, and they 24847|Are one in their unity of God. 24847|The stars are the shadows of his God; 24847|The shadows are the wings of his soul; 24847|They are the things that his wings will show, 24847|As in a moment--a very moment! 24847|And so, with a bound, we see our sun 24847|As he dies, and die, and die! 24847|One afternoon, as I gazed through the leaves, 24847|I said, "The sun is dying." 24847|A butterfly, with a tear in his eye, 24847|But for whose sorrow he had no part, 24847|Lifted his small hands to Heaven and said, 24847|"O Lord, I am afraid that thou wilt not hear 24847|My little prayer!" And I, who had not been taught 24847|How long, or deep, or near, was the pain 24847|Which in a child's heart such prayer might beget, 24847|Said, "Lord, I am sorry for the poor flower!" 24847|He said, "O little flower, be still; 24847|Cease haunting me and me alone; 24847|For my poor flower is dying this very day, 24847|Thou art but my little, little boy!" 24847|Then he took my hand and shook for dread; 24847|"Let not your tears fall so heavily 24847|On that tiny flower," he said, "but flow," 24847|(He said, "I am so sorry for the little flower"); 24847|"Then keep it, for thy child's sake, from harm; 24847|For my little flower is dying this very day." 24847|Then to my heart said he, "Do not weep! 24847|That little flower, my own and only child, 24847|Must be near when thou and I shall be dead, 24847|And, by a tear, we'll be saved, and sent to thee." 24847|"Little flower!" said I,--"what mean these words? 24847|Can my little flower be near to thee? 24847|O Lord, I am sorry for the little flower!" 24847|So he took me, then, and kissed my cheek; 24847|"Stay," he said, "doting man, my breath 24847|Has ebbed in vain through your weak, short days; 24847|Stay, my child, as thou wilt forever stay." 24847|Then I rose, and with care and pain 24847|My footsteps did that loving Lord; 24847|For the poor flower had left my life to save, 24847|And the Lord he would not. 24847|And the poor flower, as though in spite, 24847|I watched his body in the grass, 24847|And held his form, "Away! my heart!" I cried; 24847|"I shall never see him evermore." 24847|Then I stood fast asleep, as though ======================================== SAMPLE 28320 ======================================== I wish all maids had eyes! 33486|O, if some did not see, 33486|I wish I had as many eyes as you! 33486|I love you--love you, Helen, and love you, no more; 33486|But if some did not see, I love none, save you. 33486|I love--I love--but not alone. 33486|I love you, Helen--and would, if I could, go. 33486|I am not used to love: but Helen! Let it be! 33486|I love--I love--but not alone. 33486|A heart that would not love is not a heart at all. 33486|Oh, if you love me? Would she have more than two minds! 33486|Would she not leave me, but still keep me for her sake? 33486|Would she not leave me? Would she not keep me even in doubt? 33486|I, for the love of Love! I, for the love of you! 33486|I think that I have loved--when I have not loved--but yet. 33486|And will she keep, when I have not loved the whole round? 33486|So, to-morrow!--but to leave you to-morrow. To-morrow? 33486|I think, dear! I think, you and I, for the first time! 33486|Do you, dear? Do you? 33486|What are you going to say? do you intend your father? 33486|You know that I love you, and neither you, nor any maid, 33486|Not one of you three. 33486|And then, a child--a child!--would you not love me too? 33486|Do you think you'd keep, for that night, a woman who loved you? 33486|I think--but it is too late! 33486|Oh, would you not? 33486|The woman that I loved, a woman of three years' age, 33486|The woman who had taught me how to love and how not to love-- 33486|It is not your fault, is it? 33486|And here she lies, in the chair, so still, so cold, so old, 33486|That I should have thought that the earth had blown away since I 33486|Wept beside her, when she died for me. 33486|There's no one here but her two little children, 33486|But her two little children; 33486|And here is a little, trembling hand of the mother, 33486|Is it, O lover, yours, is it yours? 33486|Come in, you little children. 33486|Come hither, my children. 33486|O Mother of my children! 33486|Here's the chair, the chair, with the lady lying on it. 33486|Is it yours to sit there, Mother of my children? 33486|I did not think there were children here. 33486|Yes, it's my chair. Do you sit there, my little children? 33486|It's your father's chair, and my mother's too old to sit there. 33486|And here is the blood-red rose, 33486|And here the little, trembling hand, 33486|And here is the silent heart of Helen. 33511|"The most pleasant night of the 33511|last lunar month, when the hills were still, and in the 33511|gloaming, I lay down to rest in a wood that I had lately 33511|built, and saw its beautiful form reflected in the hollow 33511|of a stream that runnelled in the center of a hollow which it 33511|grew, and with its leaves in the hollow, so that it seemed 35011|the stream had grown more and more into its hollow, and had 35011|gone to the earth's core, the while the trees in the forest 35011|shuddered with a voice that cried, "Oh, hellish thing, what is 35011|it, that must dare and conquer us, and work, and destroy us?" 35011|"The old man's dead, 35011|And the new man's dead--well, I suppose I should not be, if I 35011|were not so delighted with what I am doing. This is the 35011|most curious thing--which is really not the most strange--for he's 35011|still living, and still looking out for me, and still teaching me 35011| ======================================== SAMPLE 28330 ======================================== 2428|(A poet's work?) with such an effort! 2428|I wish with what indignation if not love 2428|You give me, that I should leave your side." 2428|"My friend, you are, in truth, mistaken; 2428|To make our friendship, as you say, a prize, 2428|Should be (as is the practice) our mutual foe; 2428|But there is cause; I fear I spoke in vain. 2428|So, as you please, we meet again below." 2428|In vain--I see his spirit sinks or swells, 2428|In vain I try to stop his general rage; 2428|And when the muse, as fits the subject, brings 2428|His faltering numbers to an unnatural close, 2428|I may be found, if not loved, yet respected; 2428|And if rejected, pardon but the courtesies, 2428|That bury all disapproval in the mists, 2428|The subject in the subject, and the critic in the critic is forgotten. 2428|It is a sad departure from the happy theme 2428|Of his beloved country's honoured heroes found; 2428|That he who wrote about brave Achilles should know 2428|How I have lain all day, since my poor heart was dejected. 2428|'Tis true I had more pleasure to meet your friend, 2428|And see your picture, than my work that I had done; 2428|And now, I hope (for I have always taken care) 2428|To know you for that man I loved, my little friend! 2428|But I am not to find him; and, alas! how far 2428|From my beloved country, in this world of woe! 2428|'Tis said (like you, poor, wretched man!) we have lost one heart, 2428|Of ten, not an Engraving, engraving to show: 2428|If that may be, poor man, why should I be loath, 2428|When I can have a heart, and still the same heart? 2428|I may be great; for that I am not great, 2428|My mind may soar, nor care for an Empire's sway; 2428|But if I could, I'd not care; I should not strive, 2428|If I could, to be something greater than I am: 2428|I shall not wish to be great, at present, 2428|When I am nothing, and see Heaven's just Heaven, 2428|While I am nothing, and live on a poor Hogs 2428|In this sad world, with his cold cold Hogs." 2428|But let us sing, my friends, my lovers too, 2428|My joy to be with you, to sing to your throats; 2428|Let music's force my every line assault, 2428|Let it be loud as 'tis my most joy and pride. 2428|While there's a jest to be said, while there's a song to be sung, 2428|When all are rapt in love, and rapture in desire, 2428|The soul will know not yet one grief, or one alarm 2428|But still is full of heaven--and heaven's full of peace? 2428|The stars have given us the best, tho' in a cloud; 2428|And all we knew that's here, though dim, is clear; 2428|But still the memory of things past is deep-- 2428|I'm sure we know not what we have of Heaven. 2428|When joy does all the thinking, and our moments grow 2428|But just ten at best, then, not in a minute, 2428|But not like mortals, but like gods of Heaven! 2428|Then, even while we are thinking, may we be alert; 2428|And, when we are alert, then live, as I do now 2428|To walk, and laugh, and wreathe my hair with grass, 2428|And listen, as a God to his own great throne; 2428|And when my hour of glory has arisen, then, 2428|Then will I go forth, as then, to join, with all 2428|Thro' Heaven's bright choir, that voice sublimely sweet, 2428|That voice of the glad, tho' far-off angels singing. 2428|And when I, too, stand within a golden sphere, 2428|And see the whole ======================================== SAMPLE 28340 ======================================== 1317|The great grey clouds in heaven, 1317|The great gray clouds in sight of day. 1317|All round you hear the beat 1317|Of the great grey clouds 1317|Down in the south, 1317|All round you hear the beat 1317|Of the great grey clouds 1317|In the heavens; 1317|All round you hear the beat 1317|Of the great grey clouds 1317|Across the sea. 1317|They sail--and they sail--and they sail. 1317|Oh, where would the wind blow from you? 1317|And where would the tide of the sea 1317|In the land of the sea 1317|Swim round the white sails 1317|On the great grey clouds? 1317|There's the sea in the west; 1317|There's the sea in the south; 1317|There's a storm to the sea 1317|In the land of the sea. 1317|There's the north wind behind-- 1317|There's the north wind before; 1317|And there the north wind's crew-- 1317|And the crew of the north wind 1317|In the land of the sea. 1317|Oh, where would you go? 1317|And where would you rove? 1317|There's the sea in the west; 1317|There's the sea in the south; 1317|There's a storm to the sea 1317|In the land of the sea. 1317|It's the foggy morn when the day was born, 1317|It's the wind-blown mist when the sun's at play, 1317|It's the red-budding hillside, and it's near, 1317|We've had a long day, O, many a long day. 1317|It's the foggy morn when the light was born 1317|It's the wind-blown mist when the sun's at play, 1317|It's the red-budding hillside, and it's near. 1317|It's the night when men don't stay awake, 1317|It's the night when people don't sleep, 1317|That the hills are so far from us now. 1317|It's the night when I never can sleep 1317|But I think of my Father's home. 1317|It's the night, by the white and the red, 1317|When the wind blows from the south, 1317|And the mist is so black and dark and dull as a wall. 1317|But at night I think of my Father's tent 1317|Where he came home from the war; 1317|Of the old hot cupola with its plate 1317|And the woman with candle and cloth. 1317|It's the night when I sometimes think 1317|'Tis not morning but night, 1317|When the shadows in the church tower 1317|Do not stand as still as statues at rest. 1317|Then I curse myself in my heart 1317|And wish I had died at home; 1317|But at evening I hear the sound 1317|Of a foot on the stair above the stair. 1317|Then I think and think and think, 1317|But the night is always so far from here. 1317|Then I curse myself in my heart 1317|When I'm sitting on the hearth tonight. 1317|It's a dreary night at the end of the day, 1317|It's ever since the world began; 1317|It's a day of cloud and of darkness, 1317|And of the old grey world that I knew. 1317|I saw it lying there with the rest, 1317|The old grey world that I knew. 1317|It's the old grey world where I dreamed 1317|Of the days when I was a little lad, 1317|And I dreamed and dreamed in the evening 1317|Till it took on the glory and grace 1317|That it now is lying at rest 1317|Under the silent and starry sky, 1317|Under the old grey world that I know. 1317|I'm dreaming it here in the street, 1317|For it's under my window-pane, 1317|When the world is going to hell at the worst, 1317|Where the wind is blowing in my face. 1317|And it's under the window by night ======================================== SAMPLE 28350 ======================================== 30659|By the trees I sit and talk to you and listen 30659|All day, as you lie on the ground and hear me talk. 30659|We have been through every kind of hell and found 30659|The sun, and the world, and our hearts. 30659|We have had the black night and the bitter cold. 30659|We have been over many a dangerous place. 30659|And now we get up again and talk to you; 30659|While many a dreadful thing has happened-- 30659|And many a queer one. 30659|And, now we sit and talk, hand in hand, 30659|And tell strange tales of the dark days past. 30659|(I know that every child will enjoy this story.) 30659|How the boys in the dark ages met; 30659|And how in the happy days that are no more, 30659|They dwelt side by side in a wondrous maze 30659|Of tangled vineyards, and crossed each other's lea, 30659|Blind Bobtail and blind Cat Wolf. 30659|And the tale they tell is not a shameful thing, 30659|And it makes no disgracefulness of the words; 30659|For they trace it all back to a certain face 30659|And a certain voice, and a certain place, and a certain air, 30659|And a certain story and a certain air. 30659|But I remember the grey mist glistening 30659|On the hillside, as I stood and watched it long; 30659|And the soft, cool breeze that came and went 30659|Over the pale peonies, and stirred not a leaf; 30659|And the golden sun, like a wand of gold, 30659|Hanging above the still, clear lake, like a sword 30659|Gleaming and glimmering in the dusk. 30659|And beneath, the pine-woods far away 30659|Hung their huge and shadowy shadows, black as night; 30659|And the great lake, like a sorrel patch, 30659|Went shimmering in the stilly light. 30659|And, as I stood there, all my childhood back, 30659|My thoughts go like a long-drawn fog-smoke; 30659|Or like fairy pictures, colored bright 30659|By childhood's dreams and recollections fresh; 30659|Or like a fog that hangs upon a sky 30659|That sinks and swoons in the still water fine, 30659|And then is clear again. 30659|And, as I watch those rugged hills afar, 30659|I see the blackness of their ancient lines, 30659|Those wrinkled volcanoes of the moor; 30659|And I hear the whisper of their snows, 30659|So stilly and so far off: 30659|"There lives not in the heart of man 30659|A sweeter place than Arden-ley." 30659|The summer is over, and the summer leaves are falling, 30659|In the sweet fields and meadows of rural Ireland, 30659|Where the birds make music under the quiet skies, 30659|And the bees hum in the blossom-shadowed clover; 30659|And the dew sleeps on the meadows, and the bees know there 30659|Are golden mountains whose summits are ever fair, 30659|And the sun looks off on the green earth's blue and gray,-- 30659|Hearing never a murmur nor a sob or moan, 30659|But a sound of wind among the alders bending; 30659|And the birds sing in the sun to the sound of the song-owls piping. 30659|In the gray old tower, where now is never a light, 30659|The little grave, white hands of time, in the twilight darkly rustling, 30659|Tell me, must it be so? 30659|Shall not eternity the opening portals unlock? 30659|Open, and all my days to endless morningfold? 30659|Shall she not come, O fair and gentle dove, unto me, 30659|Thou noble soul of all things glorious and sublime? 30659|Shall she not hover near, some hand, some beautiful face, 30659|Lend her with their beauty to make up the works of our being? 30659|Then come to me and there, in the night as in the day, 30659|Fly in my heart thy lofty flight to heaven's eternal ======================================== SAMPLE 28360 ======================================== 5186|"Never shall my own my father's heart 5186|Give to another's heart a brother; 5186|Never again may he share my breast 5186|With a worthy maiden's heart and spirit. 5186|"I have heard the old, old legends, well, 5186|Sorely told by me and others, 5186|Evermore told the truth that tears 5186|Make sweeter tears, as the old men sing; 5186|And I will join in such legends, 5186|And my mouth I will fill with honey, 5186|That the old men may repeat them, 5186|And the young people there may hear them, 5186|And remember them when they call it, 5186|When the old people are as young men, 5186|And as mothers may they speak to them, 5186|Though they speak oftener of the Good Days. 5186|"I will gather honey-bee to brew it, 5186|And with swan I will brew a cask of it, 5186|That when men in their evening fishing, 5186|When they go to their evening dances, 5186|Cask upon their skin the honey, 5186|Drink it from the golden honey-pot, 5186|Never singing for love of mother. 5186|This will I gather from the summer 5186|When the mountains, from the little 5186|Fair above us, laugh with laughter, 5186|And the distant waters, silvery, 5186|Ripple and ripple to the singing 5186|Of the wood-winds from the sky-paths; 5186|This will I place on the sky-bed, 5186|Place the honey in its crystal; 5186|And the singing birds will fill it, 5186|Fill it from the golden table. 5186|"I will watch the honey-drakes, 5186|Watch the cuckoos in the birch-tree; 5186|While I sleep in my slumber, 5186|Gold-lighted will I rest me, 5186|Deep among the reeds and rushes; 5186|Can I feel the cool fresh air, 5186|Feel the cool wind blowing over? 5186|Is there honey in the blushing 5186|Honey of the birch-bud's blossom? 5186|Oh, my fathers, who are wandering, 5186|Hope they may have something blessed 5186|For the little ones for happy growing, 5186|When the summer-time has ended, 5186|And the winter-snow has fallen!" 5186|Lemminkainen, much-loved and anxious, 5186|Quick began to think and ponder, 5186|How to gather honey-combs, 5186|Bind the snowy blossoms finely, 5186|Bind the flowers of all colors, 5186|Whence the honey may be taken, 5186|Where the cuckoos sing at morning. 5186|Quick a knife the maidens teach him, 5186|And the minstrel plays an instrument, 5186|And the maidens call the boys gosunds, 5186|To the gathering of the flowers; 5186|One only gives the answer, 5186|Bids them gather honey-bins carefully, 5186|Bind the flowers to gather honey, 5186|Whence the wild-bees sing at morning." 5186|Thereupon wild Lemminkainen, 5186|Ancient hero, Kaukomieli, 5186|Made an end of saying farewell; 5186|Came to Mana's river whirlpool, 5186|To the falls of deadly Tapio. 5186|There he left the maidens weeping, 5186|Left the darlings of the wood-sor, 5186|Left unhonored Lemminkainen. 5186|There the beauteous Tapio flowers 5186|Flowers of all hues, touched by fever, 5186|Tangled in its banks and lava, 5186|From the mountains far and highlaming; 5186|On the river's banks the flowers 5186|Gathered by the Upper Missouri, 5186|On the St. Croce rocks and castles, 5186|On the rugged St. Lawrence boulders. 5186|Eager Lemminkainen journeyed 5186|On the border of the forest, 5186|T ======================================== SAMPLE 28370 ======================================== 41945|But I don't care! 41945|You may call me old-fashioned, rough and ready, or you may call me unkind, 41945|But my heart I never can change. 41945|I would gladly give a pound for that fine quality of feeling in 41945|I'll tell you what you don't want, my dear bride! 41945|You don't care-- 41945|Don't look at me so cross and ask me why I said what I did. 41945|I have always said I'd be contented till my marriage was through; 41945|To-day I say _I_ won't. 41945|You're never going to change your mind--no matter how much you try. 41945|You might as well be mad! 41945|It's something you don't need now, and I wish I could get it any 41945|morning you'd come back. 41945|But I've got a word to say, and then I'll send you out to-morrow, 41945|You think it's hard? 41945|A man like me 41945|Has long been used to spend more than a week with a woman. 41945|I could keep you from all you want to do, but I don't think you 41945|Would be satisfied until you know I love you all through and through, 41945|And if I did, why, I wouldn't care! 41945|I must say 41945|I think your choice of a long-married wife is rather fine. 41945|But still--with all my mind at ease and you safely in your bed, 41945|I must--take you off my list of possible losses, will you? 41945|And why? 41945|Because I know you won't change your mind, though you should. 41945|Now, don't be a man and tell me you'll try? 41945|That would be making a tremendous confession. 41945|I am sure--not very likely--I know I should love you, 41945|But then I don't care! 41945|I can't see why. 41945|Yes, I suppose you wouldn't. Good-bye. Well, I really feel you 41945|Will be too old and old to marry me, 41945|So take care! 41945|You have told me so many lies I really believe I don't love you-- 41945|No, I don't want to live. 41945|You don't want to live? 41945|How can we live without you. We'll be old and die, will you? 41945|Don't worry. 41945|And why am I lying like a log? 41945|I have told you enough. 41945|There's one thing I really should like--well, I don't like you-- 41945|But I can wait till you are ten, or twenty, or thirty years younger. 41945|Yes, I hope and trust I can. I haven't any regrets. 41945|I wish we were twenty or thirty! If we could only live 41945|For just a little more this summer day by day, 41945|Then we should be all alone, and we should find 41945|The things we really cared about and wanted to know. 41945|We'd spend our days each day talking--with not a word 41945|Of the past or the thoughts we don't understand; 41945|But I've a strange, strange pleasure thinking of you. 41945|It will be a pleasure when we're twenty or thirty to meet, 41945|And I hope you'll be the one you've always been to me. 41945|I've been lonely all these eighteen years. 41945|I've been waiting for my husband's return. 41945|I was lonely as a ghost is lonely when the day is done. 41945|My home is deserted. 41945|I've lost my wits. 41945|It wouldn't do. 41945|It would be a grand, grand life 41945|If I lived it over. 41945|They say I oughtn't to have had you. 41945|I oughtn't to have had you! 41945|In the morning, when we were up and doing, 41945|You'd never wonder why I didn't sleep sound 41945|Or just shut up. You couldn't guess why I couldn't sleep. 41945|When I woke to go to work, you'd never wonder why. 41945|You'd ======================================== SAMPLE 28380 ======================================== 3228|Aye, even in the night, 3228|When the city sleeps, 3228|There are weary spirits dwelling 3228|In its darkness. 3228|And in my lonely home, in my lonely home 3228|There are hearts that yearn for thee; 3228|Where the great world makes no sound of its feet 3228|To the lonely. 3228|There, O God, would they seek for thy light 3228|In thy darkness. 3228|There the voices of the silent are crying 3228|In their sin and their sorrow; 3228|As I sleep I know, O Lord, 'tis for this 3228|They yearn for thee. 3228|O weary years that are aching and grieved! 3228|O weary years that are sad and afeard! 3228|O weary years with the weary feet that yearn! 3228|And the longings of hearts that yearn for love 3228|O Lord! are all thine. 3228|With the darkness of thy darkness I seek 3228|The splendour of thy light; 3228|Where a voice within my breast says Thy name, 3228|Is that Thy light? 3228|Oh, what's the darkness between Thy silence 3228|And my poor, aching eyes? 3228|And what's the anguish that day by day unhealed 3228|In my bitter heart 3228|Sinks down my walls, out of Thy majesty 3228|And thy greatness, to die? 3228|What's the mystery of my desolate home, 3228|And what's the phantom o'er it that steals? 3228|What's the night that brings its own light out of sight 3228|To stain and stain anew? 3228|And what night is the fairest of all nights 3228|To walk in when life's night? 3228|There is no darkness, 3228|And what's the darkness between 3228|Thy darkness and mine eyes? 3228|There is no anguish, 3228|Nor what night is to be? 3228|And yet I was not always glad 3228|In this sad heart of mine; 3228|And often my sad face was buried high 3228|In the gloom of thy face so fair; 3228|And my poor heart, with a desperate call 3228|For aid from the heart of thee, 3228|With a desperate cry sought help for it 3228|At thy feet, in the darkness. 3228|For there is no darkness 3228|Between me and my light; 3228|And what night is between these poor eyes 3228|And what sadness to-night? 3228|To-night there is no darkness 3228|And what's between me and this heart 3228|That yearns for some light? 3228|Yessir, and how about me is darkness? And darkness to-night. 3228|When the dead leaves are strown, and the dead hours are come, 3228|And the light dies that shone through the night's dark eyes, 3228|And the dark is filled with the darkness of the hills, 3228|And the mourners of mirth will go to the grave 3228|Where the dead leaves are strown. 3228|When the sad moments are gathered in a sad, deep sleep, 3228|And the long hours that linger like days are gone, 3228|And the eyes lie still in their sleep that shut with tears 3228|And the lips are still with a smile that lives no more, 3228|"_But I was there," you saith, 3228|"My love, I see him in your face, 3228|"His face is full of love 3228|And the same grace has clad you and he clad you: 3228|If a thousand hearts were in your places, 3228|"My love, I can see them still. 3228|"Your smile, that you may make it true, 3228|"Is a thousand, yet his smile is sweetest." 3228|When the dead leaves are strown and the dead hours are gone 3228|And the wan lids are lifted of this life, 3228|And the night is filled with the darkness of the hills, 3228|It is sad that sorrow cannot hold her guest. 3228|"_But I was there," you saith, 3228|"His face is full of ======================================== SAMPLE 28390 ======================================== 1322|Wake-up-man (the morning comes) 1322|Where will you go? (the morning comes) 1322|Come, come from the mire, come, 1322|Come, or thou shalt have to fly. (the morning comes) 1322|I see in you a soul born, a fire that is fed, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|You seem not to have seen one. (the morning comes) 1322|You are the perfect soul, the perfect man, 1322|I see not in you the true man. (the morning comes) 1322|You are the perfect man and I see not in you, 1322|(the day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|I see not in you the true man nor the true man, 1322|I see not the pure heaven so dear, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn.) 1322|I see not the pure man, nor the pure man, 1322|I see not the pure man nor the pure man, 1322|No man so small nor so great as you are or I am, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|Yet to you or thee I seem, 1322|I hear you speak and see you pass by, (the dawn comes) 1322|I see your face and hear the morning breaking, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|I see the morning rising from the mire, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|I see the sun--the morning I see and follow, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|I see the sun, I lift my eyes, I follow, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|It is no wonder if you are my own, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|I have but to be myself, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|I will go back to the dawn and you, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|And I with the dawn shall rise, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn,) 1322|You too, you will rise, 1322|(The day that is not yet the dawn.) 1322|I was sitting at the tavern in the town, 1322|My companions, their faces with dishevelled hay, 1322|Tasting their lunch, when I saw you. 1322|I looked at you straightway and your face appeared, 1322|Bearded and wrinkled and impotent, 1322|Thinking of the little body you now had, 1322|I'd sacrificed it in the temple and left a will there. 1322|I stood at the door at your side and a young man came. 1322|(I had been a young man for a year, 1322|And that was my fault, I felt the very air stifle me.) 1322|"Your will, my friend, that cannot be read, 1322|Would not be kept and honored if it stood still, 1322|And here is an old woman from a foreign nation, 1322|She has torn up a piece of gold-leaf with a brooch of blue. 1322|I'll not make it much money, I'm always weary of your grumbling. 1322|But, if you would be more kind, as I am quite aware, 1322|I'll give you gold-leaf, and you shall have your way, 1322|You, no more than the other men are, I will grant you, 1322|But not till it grows into your heart to speak! 1322|It may be that you will never make it, and that's the end, 1322|But if you will be more kind to me, and speak more soft, 1322|I'll give you my own voice so you shall not think of me, 1322|(I have heard that voice, and I think it was yours.) 1322|I have always heard it in the town, and in the streets, 1322|(I think I've heard it somewhere, the girl is my type.) 1322|I see through you like the water, you are all the world to me, 1322|My own voice sounds for a moment and my face falls off in shame ======================================== SAMPLE 28400 ======================================== 30235|She sings; he listens, and his rapture mounts the skies; 30235|While, glimmering down the distant hills, her song he hears, 30235|And, bending with the burden of her song, doth bow 30235|And ever more her lovely brows their gloom unveil. 30235|As in a dream, at first the image of a flower, 30235|And then the hue and bloom,--is fleeting evermore: 30235|So that the vision fades, and then the scene resum mete, 30235|Till in the heart of Nature the vision dies. 30235|Ah, if thy love were mine I would not change 30235|The hue and bloom of blushing primrose hour; 30235|Or let thy sunny cheek be dewed with age, 30235|Or wish upon that brow of antique date. 30235|And yet with many a fond uncertain smile 30235|Should I the rosebud of thy beauty see, 30235|Brown leaves of faded glory in a sky 30235|Of gleaming gold, and wish and hope endure. 30235|So may my spirit, ever in thy sight, 30235|Be ever as a flower its lady fair; 30235|So may my soul be quivering in thy sight,-- 30235|A flower that was a lady with the wings of old. 30235|To me no joy the shortest pleasure brings 30235|That hastes to phantom-land or fancy-land; 30235|The gipsy of the sea has me forsaken; 30235|The gipsy of the land has me deserted; 30235|The gipsy of the dale has me deserted. 30235|I will not borrow 30235|What gipsies lend us; 30235|We will to Araby drive 30235|From all our plantations; 30235|Fain would I thither go; 30235|In haste my mate and I 30235|Will go together. 30235|So soon there flocks of sheep 30235|Shall from the green field 30235|Before us, as we drive 30235|To Sarzec's slaughter. 30235|So soon as earth is reach'd 30235|By this our fair Ardennes, 30235|Our little shepherds 30235|Will to us tend, 30235|And bless the road 30235|For us and for them. 30235|All day with blithe voice sing, 30235|Bright be the road to Araby. 30235|All night the stars of heaven shall shine, 30235|And all the lamps shine on the way. 30235|So let us, if it may be, win thee; 30235|Let us not flinch, if it may seem, 30235|From the great and the mighty task. 30235|No fear of failure please us: Fate 30235|Shall in our hearts bear glad report 30235|Of victory, but not a fail. 30235|So let us, if it may be, win thee; 30235|Let us not flinch--if it may seem-- 30235|From the little and the great task. 30235|A little farther yet! A little farther yet! 30235|The dark and the dark! the blind and the blind! 30235|A little further yet! a little further yet! 30235|We cannot make one little hour count; 30235|Our little ones are so small, and so frail. 30235|We cannot keep them from sin's trap; 30235|We close them close from every charm, 30235|As closely as breast or smiling lips can clasp. 30235|Not ours the joy of their rapturous gaze! 30235|That joy is ours only: not their due. 30235|We may not feed them with indulgent care; 30235|We can but give a share of life; 30235|Their joys must be as ours to them as light as the sky. 30235|They cannot know the world of their play time; 30235|I have no right to teach them wit; 30235|I have no right to stay and nurse their pride, 30235|And take the smile from their cheeks when it is o'er; 30235|Could I but live for their sake--and there fore 30235|They gladly would choose to stay, and my words might be 30235|The light that they look at, and I shall not deny 30235|That at every step I tread on they ======================================== SAMPLE 28410 ======================================== 1279|M'Grady, o' a rind." 1279|Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, 1279|(Nay, I specie you've bin't a hindie,) 1279|Forsak' a comin' to the burn, 1279|Wi' a' your frien's hinnin' amang! 1279|I doubt me but a comin' soun' 1279|Will be just what you are. 1279|For I was warn'd that you were sly, 1279|I've eident time and tide to ken; 1279|And that, when, at your comin', 1279|There'll be but a comin' neet, 1279|Till your ain tail's put in order. 1279|And, if ye won't hae a tait, 1279|A comin' never is soun'-- 1279|The best comin' is when neet. 1279|Then here's a health to you, 1279|A hearty drink and chat, 1279|And drink, and drink, and drink! 1279|Our health, my dancie, I did bless ye, 1279|When I did see ye first appear; 1279|But for I've nae ease, 1279|Yet now I'm but sickly, 1279|As you'll own to be-- 1279|Your ain tail's put in order. 1279|When deils begin to fade, 1279|And blaws the daurn's awa! 1279|An' when I can't see frae powther 1279|To a' my dearies; 1279|I winna bide 1279|To haud the door, 1279|Till my deen I hae it reen.' 1279|'Ye's aye mair then,' quo' Tom Creechter; 1279|'I'm a' that I am. 1279|O wad some power 1279|O' gowd meikle grace, 1279|O' a' that's gleg, glear, gawky gley, 1279|O' muckle worth 1279|To dablise my heart, 1279|An' drap me in a' this meat-cold skin! 1279|Then, e'en an' fair, 1279|I'll sport a while, 1279|For I've nae wish 1279|Lang, lang, lu' whan I dee.' 1279|What! haud your noyse, then? 1279|Now, lassie, maun ye dee! 1279|Ye needna start awa, 1279|If your heart's within ye; 1279|For what man's anither free? 1279|O thou, his life, his treasure is, 1279|That, like a dove, may seek her rest! 1279|To say I love thee is a mean-- 1279|I love thee less--I love thee less! 1279|Now hame, my Peggy, I winna part 1279|Than tak a thought and part a kiss. 1279|Tak a leuk o' rhyme, and put a twist 1279|O' this dear life that's aye my Peggy. 1279|My Peggy's aye my Peggy's, my Peggy's; 1279|It's a' for ae thing, an' wot I'll be; 1279|She's o' a body, she's o' a body; 1279|It's aye for ae thing, an' wot I'll be. 1279|Love me for aye, an' thou for aye! 1279|And, love me for aye, an' thou for aye! 1279|Ae favour that cam frae me to Johnie 1279|Gude to his faith I held to-day-- 1279|Tak the boon connection o' friendship. 1279|'Mang mamma an' me, it's no my style, 1279|But mawkish, wily, to beguile; 1279|Or, e'en anither way, deceive. 1279|If, the lasses, you're ony neely, 1279|My little game Johnie's aye at wiles, 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 28420 ======================================== 24869|Obedient to the Lord who gave him birth, 24869|By wondrous merits of the glorious lord 24869|His son whom he with all the world adored. 24869|As in the field of combat ne’er can one 24869|Against the might of Raghu’s son be found, 24869|And Brahmá’s task the task surpasses, 24869|So Indra’s son, the mighty-armed, 24869|The Gods’ supreme task of high endeavour, 24869|With many a dauntless follower led 24869|To fight the battle in the wood. 24869|Then as each glorious hero stood, 24869|Each giant and each monster slain, 24869|Then every god, of high estate, 24869|Gushed to the hero’s homage, as 24869|The foemen rose, disdaining death. 24869|And still the hero’s prowess won 24869|To the great heart of each was dear, 24869|The sons of glorious-armed renown, 24869|And he who fought before his foe, 24869|When all, of all the slain was he, 24869|Was loved the noblest of the world. 24869|And now no living creature, they 24869|Who from the forest drew their food, 24869|Came back to share his triumphs there, 24869|And the brave Bharat bore the crown, 24869|And Ráma was the hero’s name: 24869|For he, the son of Raghu, led 24869|The Bráhmans and the warriors forth, 24869|And all the world in heart and thought 24869|Best known by name of Ráma sighed. 24869|But when the demon who had wrought 24869|Disaster at the royal home, 24869|Banded with might of fiendish brood, 24869|A ghastly host with thousand feet 24869|Of darksome shapes, and darksome naves, 24869|The host of snakes, the dreadful ones 24869|Who dwell in hell’s eternal caves, 24869|For Sítá’s sake and all the world, 24869|The hero’s father and the queen, 24869|The mighty hero and their lord, 24869|Were led by Śatrughna to the fray. 24869|Ráma, with those of Daśaratha 24869|Held on the verge of battle, fought 24869|For Lakshmaṇ on Śatrughna’s side. 24869|Ráma and Rávaṇ fought and fell, 24869|And each possessed a might like ours. 24869|The Bráhmans and the Daśars fell: 24869|For every prince the battle fought. 24869|Then from the forest fled 24869|The Rákshas chieftain and his host, 24869|For mighty Rávaṇ in the fight 24869|Lies wounded on earth, or striving for life, 24869|With arms outstretched and steed of sky, 24869|Upsprung from the chariot’s wheel, 24869|And, as he bore the prince along, 24869|The son of Raghu cried aloud, 24869|“The victor, Ráma, is no more.” 24869|Away the Rákshas routed all, 24869|And forth and forth were driven the host, 24869|As, all their might on fire arrayed, 24869|Ranged like an arch of moonless blue 24869|O’er the sky, in furious riot beat 24869|The Vánars: but they fled and fled, 24869|And, in the space between, would not, 24869|Sullen and savage, met the foe, 24869|Whose mighty breasts in rage defiled 24869|The foeman’s breast and throat with blood. 24869|Their fury, wild and heedless, fell 24869|Upon the Vánars’ scattered host, 24869|And all at once the routed they 24869|Of Ráma, led by Ráma, slew. 24869|Fierce Ráma, the conqueror, smote 24869|Their mighty breasts with shafts that shook 24869|And ======================================== SAMPLE 28430 ======================================== 1004|Thus she doth appear so fair to him, 1004|So full of joy and tender-hearted, 1004|That I have power to picture in my mind 1004|Her lovely eyes, now blissful and now weary 1004|From going unto that happy place. 1004|And from this picture I extract the form 1004|Of Beatrice with the hair descending, 1004|As one who mourns and doth beseech her, 1004|Mournfully weeping for the beauty 1004|Which had so many out-of-door favours won. 1004|Thus did I render up myself to her 1004|In that recess, and she thy return 1004|Attended well. But as the bird, who secretes 1004|Her beauty in herself, nor leaves it seen 1004|By mortal eyes, when she within herself 1004|Comforteth herself, so likewise did I 1004|Approach the lofty summit of the steps, 1004|To be there with the Lady of Heaven. 1004|Silent, all silent I remained: no other 1004|On the whole, except that Calm of Paradise 1004|I might hear certain people, who with music 1004|Praying come up to her. Thereafter came on me 1004|A silent procession of holy men, 1004|And all of them, as was meet, made ready 1004|Unto the new fire, by who were her pall-bearers. 1004|They came with weeping eyes, yet showed not grief; 1004|They bowed low their brows, and with flowers placed us 1004|Beside her, right in her view, where 'twas behooved. 1004|When we were there where the new sweet odour 1004|Awakens in women the memory of ancient love, 1004|Then didst thou seem so distant, that I turned 1004|Unto mine eyes, and saw my Lady weeping, 1004|There where the boughs above her high lattice 1004|Are most low. Round she gazeth, and most slowly, 1004|Because upon one side she seems unto us 1004|All agonies of thirst and fire abiding. 1004|"Ah! wherefore even so must I remain 1004|And thou afar off!" here, mistaking, fell 1004|The blame I gazest at, the blame was not there. 1004|But truly wast thou going in the right track, 1004|Thou glorious creature, who art worthy to be loved! 1004|Now we have come unto those impious men, 1004|Who have begotten for the kingdom of god 1004|All kinds of herb and bloom of tree and shrub, 1004|Which in its time the land about was fruitful. 1004|They have the seeds of wit and natural prudence, 1004|To do such damage behind no exit, 1004|Themselves o'ercome with drink of forbidden wine, 1004|Whilom by Caecilius was said to have been 1004|By all the rest grieved thereby. With fury 1004|Of their brows they're smitten, and with rage unbridled, 1004|Which makes the river wan for the false thief's wife. 1004|They have the heads overturned of the satyrs, 1004|And the severed member of the wassail, 1004|And the nails by Pinos duly bitten; 1004|Thee also Eleusis and Thyustes, 1004|With the grievous stumps of both Attic pars. 1004|Look how the soil does cleave them, if the marks 1004|Were liv'd, since he from notch to notch drew them. 1004|O blasphemer! thou hast left thy filth behind thee, 1004|So that the hoary serpent thy filth doth swallow! 1004|But that thou mayst not let thy race be dried, 1004|In the nextCIth place I'll make a last oblation, 1004|To please the hearts of these poor orphans, 1004|Who here are stol'n 'twixt the beasts and birds of prey. 1004|I'll make before these marvels vanish the interval 1004|Of two leagues' distance, and then in the sight 1004|Of them I'll lift the stone that's in the valley, 1004|And they shall see my power shall so ======================================== SAMPLE 28440 ======================================== 36954|For they have got the true blue hank of the war: 36954|They've all been killed or captured,--some in action, 36954|Others in captivity; but we've got 'em, 36954|All done, the better for us! The old man, 36954|And all the rest had come to nothing. 36954|The boy was a little man; he wasn't tall; 36954|No--I wouldn't set the boy at wrong; 36954|He must have been like the twelve who went 36954|To fight against the French. 36954|And, when the boys had gone, you see, 36954|The boy left home and went away; 36954|And when we nursed and clothed him, he came 36954|And had his turn to play the boy,-- 36954|Oh, all his playmate turn, to please 36954|The whole town of Winsted! 36954|The old man was to be a soldier yet, 36954|And the little boy was to be a man; 36954|But the boy never learned to talk, so we had to 36954|Cannot but say to him: 36954|I wonder if you remember 36954|The boy was always in danger, 36954|And always had some trouble 36954|Within his mind. 36954|That boy's got a splendid memory: 36954|That memory never fails 36954|To show that, if you put a tear in 36954|His eye's clear sight. 36954|He knows a man that's kind, and can 36954|Give him good advice; 36954|It is a thing you wouldn't dare to try, 36954|For you can get advice from him, 36954|But not be wise! 36954|I think the boy is wise: 36954|But yet, I say, he's very foolish, 36954|And, when he is a man, 36954|He'll let you know how foolish 36954|That kind advice is! 36954|Oh, now, then, 36954|All the time his hand's in me, 36954|He's so tender, and so loving, and so dear.... 36954|And he must be getting to like me! 36954|Oh, there's the tree! oh, there 36954|The tender tree near the well! 36954|It's a little tree, and all the sweet and the gay in 36954|My very first flower was that; 36954|But after the summer sun sets on her, 36954|What a pity, and sadly, she dies! 36954|And yet, I'll make this clear; 36954|If they could have the suns and the flowers, 36954|They, in a way, would be good. 36954|Oh, there's the tree, and, oh, 36954|What joy 'twill be to see 36954|The tree to-morrow! 36954|There will be little birds in the apple bough; 36954|And the little birds will sing: 36954|And the little birds will sing 36954|With such delight. 36954|There will be little birds in the apple bough-- 36954|Oh, what joy 'twill be to see 36954|The apple trees grow 36954|Over the meadows. 36954|There will be little birds in the apple bough-- 36954|Oh, what joy 'twill be to see 36954|The apples in the trees, 36954|Looking bright. 36954|There will be little birds in the apple bough-- 36954|Oh, what grief 'twill be to see 36954|The apples all gone. 36954|Oh, there'll be little birds in the apple bough, 36954|(A little bird in the hand I bare, 36954|And an apple in the hollow of my hand, 36954|And a song in a song of the world awake, 36954|And the sun at sunrise a-burning!) 36954|And all the little songs they'll sing 36954|With joy, 36954|And joy, 36954|When they hear the sun. 36954|We had to go down near a graveyard 36954|That sat upon a broad road, 36954|And the wind was driving, driving, 36954|At the time of day for a bird 36954|To sit and toil in the twilight. 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 28450 ======================================== 13650|Heigh-ho, 13650|There's nothing but rabbits in this home," 13650|They took him to their "Quaint-looking Man," 13650|Who said: "He's a very curious hound, 13650|And has a very strange way of barking. 13650|In my experience he's a very curious hound; 13650|Indeed, I cannot help thinking him a pitiful hound, 13650|In his manner he's not very friendly; 13650|Heigh-ho, there's nothing but rabbits in this home." 13650|The Doctor said to himself, as he leaned on the door-way-bar, 13650|There's nothing but the rabbits in this home, 13650|The Judge then took up a pencil and paper, 13650|And said "This is a case, Sir, very curious, very curious!" 13650|Heigh-ho, there's nothing but rabbits! 13650|The young Judge went to his father's house, 13650|And sat on his father's bed; 13650|The young Judge said to his father, 13650|When he had given him a dressing-gown, 13650|"If they can be rabbits 13650|I think there's some rabbits there." 13650|Away to his poor mistress' room, 13650|The young Judge went for suction-applause, 13650|As the young Judge went to his poor mistress' room. 13650|"She's in the kitchen making porridge, 13650|This way, that way, this way, this way, 13650|I don't see her, and why you'll like her 13650|She cannot tell you." 13650|The Judge went to his poor mistress' room; 13650|He took away the kettle and pot, 13650|He set them on the fire, and there 13650|The kettle and the pot were flaming! 13650|The poor girl's back was in a thrift, 13650|She was all in a heap. 13650|The poor girl's back was in a thrift, 13650|And the poor girl's poor feet were cold. 13650|Poor girl, poor girl, poor girl! 13650|This is the way and the only way 13650|To turn a dyspeptic man sane. 13650|Hark! hark! the piper plays 13650|Over the grand piano, 13650|While a select Orchestra 13650|Play the great concerto. 13650|And while they are amiably playing, 13650|Do you know, my pretty lady, 13650|Their hearts are in the greatest rhythm, 13650|And their brains in the greatest time; 13650|But who would not say his prayers, 13650|And give his soul to charity, 13650|Should he chance to see the grand finale, 13650|To the piano close, at any rate. 13650|I'm always sure to call. 13650|I never had much money, 13650|At least, that's my humble belief, 13650|But I never liked the people. 13650|In fact, I thought they were very mean, 13650|And the whole business was a bore; 13650|And I never liked the people so, 13650|That we soon parted friends. 13650|But as for what really happened there, 13650|I could never make out; 13650|But some time ago I was asked to dine, 13650|And so I was much disappointed. 13650|And as for the piano finale, 13650|I'm sorry if that were misspent, 13650|But it is something to remember. 13650|There's a lady from Thule, 13650|A lovely little lass, 13650|Has just been married to a big grey wolf, 13650|And her name is "Hair" 13650|This is the old man from Norway, 13650|Who left his home in peace 13650|Two hundred years ago, 13650|Three rows of ribs of brown 13650|With a little piece of silver 13650|He left on the door, 13650|For she that has the diamond 13650|In her girdle, 13650|Must have hair, must have hair. 13650|This is the way the old piano 13650|Achiev'd the conquest 13650|That none would dare dispute. 13650|These are ======================================== SAMPLE 28460 ======================================== 19221|What do you think 19221|Of this poor wretch 19221|Conducted by a wicked clown? 19221|O I had a little dame-- 19221|O I had a little dame-- 19221|And the name of her is no more; 19221|And I wish I had a mile 19221|Of shivering fettertle 19221|In the land of the frozen snows! 19221|The fairies danced by me, 19221|And the sprites were fleet, 19221|And I caught one glimpse of a pretty red eye 19221|Casting long shadows over all the ground: 19221|I fancied 'twas the star that led the way-- 19221|Then there seemed two shapes to glide 19221|Between the trees, with a sudden change of light: 19221|It was I who was the phantom dark! 19221|But, lo! as I came nearer and nearer 19221|It seemed the shape of me was lost in air; 19221|So I shrunk and ground out my weary feet, 19221|And to hide me from the star 19221|I felt the fairies laughing near my face. 19221|But my red eye was quick gone, 19221|And when I saw the little shade 19221|It seemed to be leaving me in air! 19221|O little fairies smiling and serene! 19221|O little fairies laughing and serene! 19221|And do you lead me back to my poor steed 19221|Who first bore me up this steep hill-side? 19221|O little fairies smiling and serene! 19221|O little fairies laughing and serene! 19221|Then I wish I were the little man, 19221|Laden with coal, and cloth, and hair: 19221|Where there are no leaves to hide your feet, 19221|And no steep bank to thwart my way; 19221|Where there is no bridle to dismay, 19221|Nor any heed at all to give 19221|The little wild thing trodden so low 19221|By my weak feet, that only tire: 19221|O little fairies smiling and serene! 19221|O little fairies laughing and serene! 19221|There is a little cottage, nigh at hand, 19221|Where I myself may be 19221|With the good things around me, and the sun; 19221|And the fireside quiet, with its spider-webs, 19221|And the hearth-fire singhings high in the trees; 19221|And there the little maidens, that I knew 19221|In Babylone, and Crete, and Cnidos, safe, 19221|And the sweet-humored ships go by. 19221|Ah! little do the angels wish me here 19221|Amidst such pleasant things; 19221|And, ah! little do the fiends within reach 19221|Of my little hearth with gladding hott? 19221|But if perchance the thought of my ill-hap 19221|Should rise to sudden waking 19221|In the dreadful land of Acheron, 19221|And in the realm of Shame, 19221|And in the land of long regret 19221|I should wake up in a frighted trance 19221|And see the white faces of my friends, 19221|And hear their laughter round me 19221|In the land of a long, long moan: 19221|_Come back to tell old stories, 19221|Come back to laugh and play! 19221|Ah, come back to the country, young Lonesome, 19221|Ah come back to the country so dear!_ 19221|"_Here's a health to thee, thou charming Lonesome! 19221|Here's a health to thee, my darling! 19221|Here's to the day I started thee to-do, 19221|Here's to the day that started it too!_ 19221|"_Here's a health to thee, beloved Lonesome! 19221|Here's a health to thee, my darling! 19221|Here's to the day that started thee to-do, 19221|Here's to the day that started thee too!_ 19221|"_Here's to the friend that helpeth thee to-day, 19221|Here's to the friend that helped us to-day. 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 28470 ======================================== 14757|And here you are, and this your story? What? 14757|A fellow's story? What is this you tell? 14757|You sit there and talk, and smoke, and drink, 14757|And call the world "the world," and call the dead 14757|"The dead," and tell your wife, "I'm the best! 14757|And here's a ring that I was trying to win, 14757|And here's a watch I tried to ask a chap to give, 14757|But nothing, and here's a piece o' paper, too, 14757|It says 'The living and the living dead.' 14757|And you're a--Oh, what's this? I'd quite forgotten! 14757|Yes, quite. You're a--the best of living things!" 14757|"Why then," he cried, "I never will be one!" 14757|So, with a horrible, angry glare, and shaking his beard, 14757|And raising his fist on the table, and staring 14757|At his own soul, "I'll tell 'em a story!" he said. 14757|"Come, now," I said, "we've got to stop that man's racket! 14757|You've done enough! You're a--a fellow, anyway!" 14757|"Come, man," he cried, "you'll scare him! Scare him! I tell you! 14757|'Scuse your fancy! You've made him a King, man! 14757|You've made him a Lord, and you're a Peer, man! 14757|You know the laws, and you've all been taught, man! 14757|You've finished with all, and left no regrets, man. 14757|You're a--man, and now you take to the Devil!" 14757|"You're a--man," I cried, "you've all come through you 14757|To be this monster that I see you as!" 14757|"You've done as much," he cried, "but not to-day!" 14757|"That's your call! Now, do what you will," I snapped. 14757|"What shall we do now?" "Beware," I roared. "Be wise!" 14757|I looked at the watch and we stood where we sat, 14757|I turned to the alley, and he was out of sight. 14757|"If you've anything on him now," went the coachman to say, 14757|"You've nothing to fear, you great big big man! 14757|He'd never go after you if you did; 14757|And once he'd gone you could do no more wrong." 14757|I looked at the watch and wondered what the coachman had said, 14757|And the coachman looked at the watch till the sun was gone down; 14757|Then the old grey coachman went upstairs in a hurry; 14757|"The Devil's Trick was on him a moment ago," 14757|He was singing once, and his voice rang in my brain, 14757|And out of the crevice where the door had been, 14757|I heard him say, "What have you got in a tin, 14757|And what are you sending to the Devil?" 14757|"I've got a ring and a little-known fact on the hand," 14757|Cried the old man, "but I'd give anything, really, 14757|If I knew why my son had been taken.... 14757|And my boy--why has he been taken?-- 14757|You may keep the rest of me if you like-- 14757|There's a good deal of it in the flesh, I know." 14757|With a cry for mercy as he staggered here and there, 14757|The old man turned to the side, and, in agony, he said, 14757|"I had another son." I caught the words in a breath, 14757|"Had another son?" he asked. "Yes, sir, I had, 14757|But God took one away, and, looking back, I declare 14757|I ought not to have had that son.... 14757|"My son? You say you had another,--why, no, 14757|But I suppose it's only in character,--so 14757|I'll not deny another, either,--and, by Jove, 14757|Your rival just now was as good as his father." 14757|I heard ======================================== SAMPLE 28480 ======================================== 20956|The wind that blows in April, 20956|As I rode in the village. 20956|I would that I were where she is! 20956|There is nothing to save her from, 20956|But only a grave outside her,-- 20956|And the wind that blows in April 20956|Will blow out the light at midnight. 20956|Oh, the wind that sweeps in November! 20956|I hear the sighs that it brings, 20956|I hear the soft, soft words that it saith-- 20956|The summer day is dying; 20956|I do not need to see the sun, 20956|Or hear the wind that blows in November, 20956|To know that the summer is past. 20956|The leaves that hang on the tree-- 20956|The shadows that dance on the grass 20956|Are not the things for sheep. 20956|How beautiful the birds are! 20956|The birds they sing and sing; 20956|With their blue bell-notes they fill 20956|The midnight with their song. 20956|But a poor little shepherd knows 20956|Too well, how all they say and do 20956|Is sad as a sad thing can be, 20956|And sweet as sweet can be. 20956|I know a little green old house, 20956|Down in a meadow by the sea; 20956|And a shepherd that sits on the hill, 20956|And croons to birds as they pass by. 20956|He sings to the birds and the flowers, 20956|The birds and the flowers in the spring, 20956|And calls them back to the little house, 20956|With the old, green, old-fashioned look. 20956|Oh, the little house on the hill! 20956|I'd like to be a shepherd at noon, 20956|When the stars went out and the dew fell; 20956|Or at fall of the leaf:--but ah! 20956|The little shepherd's away. 20956|For the leaf is a wandering form, 20956|And the stars were twinkling on the trees, 20956|In the hours before the shadows fall; 20956|And shepherds lie in the valley cool, 20956|That slopes from yon old old old-world house. 20956|Oh, the little house on the hill! 20956|The sun goes out in the west; 20956|And I go by myself at night 20956|In the little house on the hill. 20956|For when the day is done, 20956|And shadows gather thick, 20956|And silent and still I sit, 20956|In the little house on the hill. 20956|For sometimes in the chill, 20956|When no soft light is near, 20956|This little shepherd goes 20956|From those old-fashioned doors. 20956|And sometimes he stops to pray, 20956|When daylight wakes and heaven sings, 20956|And all the world is glad. 20956|The little shepherd's true, 20956|And brave, and true in woe; 20956|He sings as softly as a bell, 20956|And when his song is done, 20956|I think a little while 20956|Of my own little house on the hill, 20956|Where the sun goes out in the west. 20956|And the dreams that haunt the shepherd when 20956|He passes the old green-wall'd street. 20956|Is but dim, faint dreams; and by and by 20956|On the lawns and meadows brown 20956|As if it trembled in the heat, 20956|The little house on the hill. 20956|I have listened when the curlew calls, 20956|The shepherd sings to the lowing kine; 20956|I have heard the plover from the vale 20956|Singing; and when the lowing kine come 20956|Down to rest in the hayloft shade, 20956|The shepherd sings in his arm-chair by the fire. 20956|And when to his side the cow returns, 20956|Singing, from her lonely fold, 20956|And the soft breathing of the little lamb, 20956|That blossom'd in the cool moist clay, 20956|Then the shepherd sings in his arm-chair by the fire. 20956|And when at last the ======================================== SAMPLE 28490 ======================================== A thousand summers hence, 18500|When the winds have blown my bones away, 18500|There'll rest a weary man or gal 18500|Within the isle o' Loch Lomond. 18500|The summer moon o'er-dreams the lea, 18500|And o'er the hills sae hie; 18500|But, brave Leixord! wae's my guid, 18500|The bonnie lasses are sae hie! 18500|Sic a time in May when young Harald, 18500|Wi' his good sword by his side, 18500|Carrying his lassie hame, 18500|Came to the gate-way haffill to ride; 18500|He gied her an owsen fair, 18500|And in an angry mood he cried: 18500|Sic a thing is silly, 18500|I'll gang you frae the country, Mary, 18500|Or else the levee o' Galway; 18500|I'll gang ye frae the country, Mary, 18500|And ride the mountains sae hie. 18500|The lady look'd him straight in the face, 18500|And sae her lang brown e'en blin'! 18500|I wadna gie the road aince for the flower', 18500|I've been to e'en, I've been to e'en; 18500|Sic a time as ye've been to e'en, Mary, 18500|I doubt I'll gang ye frae the country, 18500|For ae thing that I lo'e is the hale. 18500|The mountains are sae hie now but the hale, 18500|And the cauld winds blaw sae far; 18500|But the bonnie lass o' Galway, 18500|Her hair is the flower a'; 18500|The sun shines bright in the morning hie, 18500|But a' that smiles on the country 18500|Is the lass o' Galway that is mine. 18500|O the gowden locks of luve's young daughter, 18500|Where live their precious years? 18500|O sweet lassie's locks o' luve's lowne, 18500|Their golden chains they twine. 18500|And where shall I gang that I love dearie, 18500|Fu' cheerie is their night; 18500|The snow-white ewes are bonnie that side the burn, 18500|And bonnie, a' the day. 18500|The wild braes o' Tartelton, 18500|That rave and rave, 18500|Where the saft winds sigh in, 18500|Are wondrous fair. 18500|The hillock wreath is gathering shew, 18500|The wreath that grows 18500|On his grave bier where waukrife lie, 18500|Wee, sleekit, uncouth! 18500|But the lass that died for me 18500|Is fairer far; 18500|That lass I lo'e dear that died 18500|Is dearest to me! 18500|O fair, fair was her smile, sae sweetly tender, 18500|The blossom of Love's garden should blaw, 18500|But anither summer morn I leave her 18500|Fu' cheerie is the day, 18500|But the eve draws redd'ning near sae soughin', sae saut 18500|the wood sae drowsin', 18500|The hills must we prouk wi' bickering and loud 18500|Nae man can tell ye why, 18500|But my Dearie is fu' fair and auld, 18500|And sweet as ever seen. 18500|The night winds moan on bonnie Dee, 18500|And the hills onyea glow; 18500|The moon shines redd'ring in the sky, 18500|But I canna look on him: 18500|'Till morn, wi' a bang! 18500|There 's a' the land o' the Blest, 18500|The lands o' the bonnie leal, 18500|On islands sae tinged wi' blue 18500|Amang the blae stars cleelin': 18500|But, dear, the lass I lo ======================================== SAMPLE 28500 ======================================== 1003|So that no more in this your mind is involved. 1003|I have a daughter, and a son is born, 1003|In whom intends to reign both root and stem; 1003|Now tell me, to which of the two bids ye send 1003|Your child, that he preserve and succor thee." 1003|"My child," spake she, "which of the two you bid 1003|May grace and favor most thy thoughts impart; 1003|And I do wish him well who sends it to you, 1003|So that his word be worthy of its messenger; 1003|So that the thing which follows after fire, 1003|Be it of good or evil, may be blest; 1003|And that the grandson of Ludwig may 1003|In conduct flourish and rejoice in thee, 1003|As a glad and virtuous soul is blest." 1003|And I to her: "Of the one or both 1003|Of thee and me you ask, make choice for them 1003|For as I can, I will in answer give. 1003|The one is holy, and the other's herd 1003|Have not the sense to see sin upon him; 1003|But Satan, who the primordials shapes, 1003|Follows after all at the bidding of him 1003|Who makes the earth and every cloud and lake." 1003|"How long, then, till he, who did create me, 1003|Regard me in his other fellowships 1003|As I myself created them?" She rejoin'd me. 1003|"So long unto the living and to the dead 1003|Perform the duty of our life together; 1003|So long as there remains to listen to the rain, 1003|Or in our streams to taste the salty brine, 1003|Nor of our mutual love is discern'd an evil, 1003|Which Sin with other spirits doth embitter, 1003|Till we arise and go our ways from him, 1003|E'en as the shadows lengthen after rain, 1003|To meet the light and to escape the water." 1003|"If thou to this lady thy speech consignest, 1003|Thou fool, to entertain her with thy speech, 1003|Because in answer she so laughter shakes, 1003|Marvel not at it, since the affrighted face 1003|Already stops it, but gaze at the eyes, 1003|For they are ever in a little rest. 1003|Be not attracted, my daughter, by that 1003|Horrid and obscene trick which people Toulouse 1003|To rob of their sweet milk, since a woman 1003|Hath there her fancy caught and seated it. 1003|He there in fashion like to whom thou seest, 1003|Madonna, who from public mart and pale 1003|Protects herself and all her virgin modesty. 1003|I never knew nor this reality, 1003|So utterly a fiction, believed that flesh 1003|Feels a fire, and then expired was [such a] force 1003|Existent felt within, when to the eyes 1003|Of all the Pagans it was given, and thence 1003|To all the world spread widely displayed itself. 1003|The truth once known to one, more shall be known; 1003|And to this end should I have spoken, yet 1003|Mortal and sinful, I would not have thee hear 1003|The moral lesson that alone can give 1003|Rest unto a spirit debauched and ruined. 1003|Love that is false has made me so scornful 1003|Of all good things, that I cannot rejoice 1003|With others, at the sacrifice of one, 1003|Who with the bread and wine my spirit dallies. 1003|Therefore, returning to the true and living, 1003|Not with the other, I have gone along 1003|To the immense and secret mystery 1003|Of the adorer that is no more envious; 1003|Whereon voices are united in one, 1003|And one is willing, and one unwilling; 1003|Justice and mercy are one upon all sides; 1003|'Mid forces which are in the bottom fallen, 1003|Under the weight of the chain 'tis built up; 1003|All things else are in their element, 1003|And move and sway, and combine for ======================================== SAMPLE 28510 ======================================== 1469|The moon hath its season - 1469|But if no moon there be, 1469|But a soul-like moon, 1469|As it have the time to rise and set to rhyme. 1469|In her house no wind shall waken her, 1469|The stars no call shall receive her, 1469|And none but those of pity lend her; 1469|And he that would enter her house, 1469|Must enter softly, softly, 1469|Where she sleeps, and close his lips 1469|With her hand. 1469|I sat upon the heathery lea 1469|Watching the lilies grow, 1469|Till they all grew to crowned lilies, 1469|And I knew they were the lees. 1469|I was a child upon my knees, 1469|When a fairy clad in might 1469|Came riding along the airy sea, 1469|With a golden wand in her right hand. 1469|She touched the wand and the fairy clad in might, 1469|And life and love touched me instantly; 1469|Her touch was like the rain that falls 1469|When the sun is in the west; 1469|It made the lilies bloom and fade, 1469|As though it were the lees of the flowers. 1469|The leisèd grasses fluttered in the breeze, 1469|Like startled birds that flee; 1469|A voice called from the heavenly woods - 1469|O blessed fairy! 1469|As from an unseen spirit sprung, 1469|The music of rain-quicksands 1469|Grew to a tinkling swell; 1469|The lilies kissed their sleeping children 1469|And left them for their graves. 1469|The lily-cup sadly, sadly bends over the grave 1469|That lies full low in the ground. 1469|The roses open on the lily-cup; 1469|The lily lies stiffly of stone; 1469|The cup is a single grave, 1469|And you can hear its sob a league away. 1469|She came one day from her kingdom of Song 1469|Across the sky to sing. 1469|She put her fan into her hand 1469|And started up with song. 1469|White clouds were in silver sky 1469|And all about the place 1469|Was something that was not a fan - 1469|But a soft hair-fold. 1469|And she put it in her little fan, 1469|And the fan began to sing: 1469|"Oh, you little amateur wizard, 1469|For ever since I could sing 1469|I never, never, I, never, 1469|Did a single thing, I can tell! 1469|For I am just a little hair-fold!" 1469|And she sings again, again, and yet again; 1469|And the little hair-fold keeps on singing. 1469|Her fan moves quietly in the sunlight: 1469|Her fan, ah she takes no part; 1469|And, seeing the white cloth in her hand, 1469|Weeping, she kneels and weeps. 1469|The breeze from out the south comes blowing: 1469|The breeze from out the west 1469|Is softly blowing: 1469|The star-flower, the midnight bell, 1469|Are whispering with one another, 1469|"She will sing again, perhaps, 1469|And make a happy lover." 1469|"Yes," says the little hair-fold, 1469|In the light of her white mouth; 1469|"I am but just put here to lie, 1469|And soon, and low: 1469|I was brought to you all so young, 1469|And laid so warm and low." 1469|"Ah! ah! ah! very sweet," 1469|The white hair exclaims: 1469|"I am a little girl full of pain, 1469|With many white, white fears. 1469|I know where the bluebells are curled, 1469|And that red thorn grows; 1469|And the little little bird sings 1469|Through the leafy trees." 1469|"Fair!" says the hair-fold; "give me a hat, 1469|A hat and cloak instead. 1469|I know where ======================================== SAMPLE 28520 ======================================== 1005|For the fairest, youngest fruit of the great oak; 1005|For the wan loam there where it springs, 1005|Was never wave to break its backbone." 1005|In this wise of his own accord 1005|The Bard himself declar'd, and openly 1005|Guydemus was it who held the people in 1005|Association with his words. 1005|Beatrice then, approaching, took 1005|The hand of him who was the bait, and said: 1005|"When I was absent, I construct'd thus 1005|A bird for mention with regard to thee." 1005|Whereon he, whether anger or despondency 1005|Had quell'd envy, or else privity, 1005|When he had heard that, coming, he thought himself 1005|A third time quickly answer'd: "Beatrice, 1005|I have sung that, which I could not words express, 1005|Except with taste that I have sav'd thee ever, 1005|And every fervent wish of my heartiest marrow. 1005|But that thou know who thou art, that I who am 1005|Thine, praise thee with my praise, and with my verse. 1005|No artist is without work's complying thinning; 1005|So with his colours, dropping, down they bow 1005|In gradation, according as paints best, 1005|To the original colour. But, as chance 1005|Over the maides turns red the colour of him 1005|Who paints, so this one down returning beats 1005|His illustrious painter, beating on his brain 1005|Inordinate desires; and thence the need 1005|Forbs with want of understanding: whence, perchance, 1005|The warders at the Apostle's chamber stung 1005|Spenser thus: "If thou canst, tell us, what dost thou 1005|In this fair mount? Knowest thou not that spirit, 1005|The light-footed, who ascend not by the stair?" 1005|"Me, Sir!" he answer'd, "too much hath been before, 1005|Since on the day when Peter, Ascended, stood 1005|Bowed before the throne, 'admonish'd by me, 1005|'To walk in quiet:' now I ride, as's meet, 1005|With Mary, to bring the two beauteous birds 1005|Of paradise, who with delight may sing 1005|Together, having been corrupt long with false 1005|And feigned communion. In the temple to this day 1005|I lay four years repentant. Oh the labour! 1005|The long, long fasting! when, for oft they say, 1005|In fig-tree cooked, beside the Caeser sips 1005|Now blood at race, and now at festival snacks his 1005|Eyes: then what gnaw'd up heart thou learning wouldst 1005|Of him, who drinks the milk of King Alcinous! 1005|Here be St. Mary, and here be St. John! 1005|Here be the blessed spirits, whose faithful words 1005|Avenged hell's war, and bade me enter in. 1005|But why should I return? Why come again? 1005|Beneath this threshold more behold your harms, 1005|When I beheld your destroyers in their might, 1005|And in appearance all that is not you. 1005|How Bertoldo here had closed again the door, 1005|I clearly see, when he had cast the key 1005|Solit he had parted from the golden vase; 1005|And to the basket from the caldron stamp'd 1005|The metal chalky-starved. Eftsoons the sun 1005|Well pour'd his fervid light, in sanguine cloud 1005|Bathed all the realms; and in his early stages 1005|My spirit breathing, as 'twas fervent in its needs, 1005|Bedimm'd with light. When here we had arrived, 1005|I turn'd me to my path, and 'midst the shade 1005|Of my Carrier's olive-tree, melancholy, 1005|At such thoughts as these, homeward to the place, 1005|Where I had supp'd, first made acquainted, 1005|Where to meet the man whom ======================================== SAMPLE 28530 ======================================== 30235|And all the birds sung the anthem of "War and Peace." 30235|I was very young when my love came home from the wars, 30235|I was very young when the news of her coming came. 30235|And my heart was not yet warped with the wounds of the brain, 30235|When the war ceased and my lady came home to me. 30235|Ah! little do they know how far from their birth that road 30235|From the end of earth unto the gates of the skies, 30235|Between man and his heaven and the skies above. 30235|When she came home from the wars my heart, my heart, 30235|Was as glad in the sunshine as the birds were in Spring. 30235|Come to me, come to me, O, dear love! 30235|We have drifted far over the sea, 30235|O, far over the sea the tear 30235|Is a merry, a merry way that souls must go; 30235|Yet, O, the tear, the tear, is ever a sign 30235|Of a sad heart's comfort when 'tis past-- 30235|But, dear heart, we have drifted over the sea 30235|The way to the West, O, far over the sea! 30235|O, come not to me, love, and never more; 30235|The way is rough, and the road is hard; 30235|But our dear souls shall go in the way we trod, 30235|The way to a far-off land afar. 30235|O, come not to me, love! and never go, 30235|But come to the West, love, the way we went, 30235|And rest in the arms of the peace of our hearts, 30235|Where the stars shine out, and the waters run. 30235|O, little do they know--and never will know-- 30235|The heart's ache in its anguish for ever; 30235|That the way that flings out the stars, and the way 30235|That sets hearts free through the stars and over the sea. 30235|Oh, she was fair as the widowward May 30235|That weeps by the waters of the Thames, 30235|With her baby on her knee and her sick child by her! 30235|The river's low and the twilight dim 30235|That night and morning she waited for;-- 30235|The river's low and the sunset dark, 30235|That night and morning she waited for. 30235|Oh, she was old as the river-roller, 30235|That sings when the tide is out of play, 30235|That sings when the tide is in, and the day is done! 30235|The river's low and the twilight dim 30235|That night and morning she waited for. 30235|Oh, she was fair as the flower that sprouts 30235|In the sunlight, for spring comes back,-- 30235|Frail fair as the flower that sprouts in June 30235|And dies in the sunset of August, 30235|And dies at last with the light on August 31! 30235|The river's low and the twilight dim, 30235|That night and morning she waited for. 30235|From the banks of the winding Susquehanna 30235|In the year of Grace, in the merry, merry days 30235|When the slaves set to the river-side to swing, 30235|In the merry, merry spring-time of the year-- 30235|From the banks of the winding Susquehanna, 30235|At daybreak, Richard Reed,--the Master-at-arms, 30235|Set forth a sail upon the river Main, 30235|As sailing is of Master-at-arms and Dryades,-- 30235|Sailed forth upon the river Susquehanna. 30235|And the winds of the river in their glee, 30235|In their mirth and freedom, flung the sail about 30235|Answered with such auspicious force and calm 30235|That out of sight was the river and the land, 30235|And out of memory the river and the land! 30235|Sailing in peace over the Susquehanna, 30235|And fair and bright was the wake of the sun-set, 30235|In the year of Grace, in the merry, merry Spring-time,-- 30235|Sailing in peace, in the year of Grace, in the ======================================== SAMPLE 28540 ======================================== 1322|What have these things meant, or what their meaning has been? 1322|These were the signs; this is the truth, as I will ever declare. 1322|I would not now be silent, I would say these things, 1322|I hope others may be moved by this view of the world. 1322|I do not say that you are right or you are wrong, 1322|I only say that a man must learn to comprehend, 1322|(He does not need to know the meaning of the names, 1322|The meaning of the words, what is more, what is not.) 1322|I do not say that you are good, or you are bad, 1322|I only say you are many, and far from the single. 1322|For you have been in those days so long, and are in those days so near, 1322|(So much for simplicity. 1322|I shall be speaking, I cannot continue to recite your history, 1322|I am the same, my eyes I shall begin to reflect upon, 1322|I look upon your world, I look upon the world of things, 1322|I look upon the world of things again, 1322|(All of this is not new, old customs are for nothing now, 1322|I would be more simple. I would speak only of things, 1322|You will be very simple indeed, and you will keep still, 1322|Do you hear what I say? Do you hear? 1322|For what do I hope you will do in life, what aim and purpose, 1322|What practical skill, what knowledge and experience? 1322|I have written you, I have published you, 1322|(That is all that seems,) the very names you give me, 1322|(I do not conceal the aim.) 1322|In what have you to do then? 1322|In what believe? 1322|In what approve? 1322|In what trust? 1322|In what honor? 1322|In what fidelity? 1322|In what sincerity? 1322|In what courage? 1322|In what duty? 1322|In what sincerity? 1322|In what honor? 1322|In what fidelity? 1322|In what honor? 1322|In what trust? 1322|In what fidelity? 1322|In what honor? 1322|If the world's your friend you ought to be faithful? 1322|(My world.) 1322|If the world's your enemy you ought to be false? 1322|(My enemy.) 1322|If the world's your enemy you ought to believe? 1322|(My enemy.) 1322|If the world's your enemy you ought to trust? 1322|(My enemy.) 1322|What is the end of all this? 1322|Can I ever write you any book, 1322|Or paint you any picture, or build you any altar? 1322|Or make you any contribution? 1322|Or bring you any gift, to make you more faithful, more true? 1322|(Neither the words nor the pictures nor the offerings are true nor 1322|And you will do nothing at all? 1322|(It is not a good end. 1322|You have no friends, you have no prospects, 1322|You will be sad, you will have no happiness,) 1322|And then you will say: 1322|(O sad and happy heart, O heart which is not in tune with all 1322|All things are in ruin; 1322|All will be lost, no more!) 1322|If you do not want to be, then be! 1322|(I am in a hurry to write you this letter, 1322|I am in a hurry to make you aware of this truth.) 1322|I have been writing, 1322|(Have you not read all?) 1322|Reading all I can 1322|The very words I should write, (O soul which is not in tune with 1322|The last time I wrote to you I said: 1322|(I have no words, you do not have any questions. 1322|If you don't want to hear them, don't ask me.) 1322|If you are not in tune with me, why talk to me? 1322|(I have no reason, you are only in tune with me.) 1322|It is a terrible thing ======================================== SAMPLE 28550 ======================================== 2888|In my mind no other is than _that man's_, 2888|Though it is quite a strange one to-day-- 2888|In the present time you all could see 2888|We've gone through such things as this to-day, 2888|But I'm sure that you would swear I'm _tho'_ him, 2888|For some of the folks I've met to-day 2888|Have said things in a way that's quite _stout_, 2888|And I've found you've only shown your faults _in_, 2888|Which makes me wonder who's the one _fool_. 2888|The day's been bright and pleasant 2888|Till the evening hour. 2888|The world is sick to death of you, 2888|As you shall never more 2888|Be the sole good thing left to men, 2888|You've long been dead. 2888|No more of mirth or laughter, 2888|No more of play. 2888|No man will have the heart 2888|To see you at one more break 2888|From your death-cold rest. 2888|I'd rather that the world had 2888|Forget you with all its laughter, 2888|And that no man should tread 2888|Your house-floor on to-morrow 2888|Than you should evermore 2888|Ling on my mind with you, for I 2888|Do not want to see. 2888|I know that life's short and scarce 2888|And I would wish it shorter, too, 2888|My little life is brief, 2888|Yet I've had the pleasure 2888|Of meeting many a man that's gone 2888|Before I've come this close 2888|To counting all the years till Death 2888|Shall come to you. 2888|I'd rather that my little hours 2888|Could go by in leisure 2888|To things that were most dear to me, 2888|And I had spent them in some wise, 2888|Than I should have spent them all 2888|In counting all the years. 2888|I do not wish for long and sweet 2888|My little life to be; 2888|I would not change one jot in length 2888|To gain my wish. 2888|I will not live with longing sigh, 2888|Nor with despair; 2888|I would not wed with one in love 2888|Who ne'er had wept or bled. 2888|'Twill never do to think of being 2888|As I may well be; 2888|I would rather not even be so. 2888|I'll not be glad of being glad, 2888|I'll not look behind 2888|To see a bright and glorious thing 2888|To share my joys and tears. 2888|No, I would rather 2888|Die without a sigh, 2888|Nor feel despair to have been glad, 2888|Nor think despair, the power 2888|Of death, the most vast and baleful 2888|And potent of all things, 2888|The most endearing, 2888|That, like a summer sky, 2888|Smooths along the earth. 2888|Oh, be the first that hear 2888|The cry of suffering! 2888|Oh, be the last that see 2888|The tear and anguish! 2888|Fools are we that do not know 2888|The end that waits them. 2888|I do not envy 2888|The happy that are glad, 2888|Have nothing of regret 2888|And no fear, 2888|Who never fear at all, 2888|But who are happy. 2888|When I was happy 2888|And had nought to lose or pay, 2888|Or ever lose, 2888|I would never 2888|Not be glad of life. 2888|I would not have 2888|Ease of the day nor food, 2888|Nor any thing 2888|To give up or forget. 2888|I would be thankful 2888|To be alive ere well, 2888|And glad of life, 2888|That I have a soul. 2888|To be glad is 2888|To be contented, 2888|And ======================================== SAMPLE 28560 ======================================== 2130|With his own right arm, and his left with the sword of the same. 2130|So he stood; and the sword which he carried a-right 2130|Gleamed like the great star of the sun, clear and huge: 2130|He struck on his weapon, as thither he flew 2130|With the sword-blades that cleft his body and breast. 2130|But when at the gate he dismounted, he fell, 2130|Struck by one blow on his helm, and one on his sword: 2130|He fell; and the man who had dared to call him down 2130|To the dust at his feet, and to the sword at his side, 2130|Fell from off him, and swooned away from the field. 2130|"Ah, what joy!" they cried, and the banners around 2130|Leaped to their feet and came where brave Halidó lay. 2130|He turned in his sleep, that sleep of his which he knew, 2130|And he gazed on the field, and he looked on her face. 2130|There he drew a white handkerchief from his wound: 2130|And she saw it, looked up, and with words of the kind 2130|Called him brave, and loved him in silence and air: 2130|"Hail to thee, brave lad, 2130|Mellowed with wine and wine-bibbing! 2130|Hail to thee, brave lad, 2130|Mellowed with wine and wine-bibbing! 2130|Wake thy dreams, and wash thy face; 2130|Dream, and break not thy heart for wine! 2130|Sleep, and break not thy heart for wine!" 2130|This said, she bade him light on the floor and lie down; 2130|A stone from off the wall was hurled at him straight, 2130|But he heard it not, but heard a cry in the air. 2130|Hid, like the night-storm, and his breast aswithal, 2130|He lay once more in the arms of the lady at rest. 2130|There are people that sleep in a house that is new; 2130|And they sleep all night, and none says a "huzza" or a "Cheer!" 2130|So, with a face like water, in the morning they wake, 2130|And they go to the town--where none knows, neither they nor they know! 2130|He's come over the border again, 2130|A broken-hearted vagabond, 2130|Whose home was all in Forestleigh, 2130|Where none of his companions knew 2130|What sort of man he was, or cared; 2130|And he had tried once more to call 2130|But could not,--they had no huzzas 2130|In Newstead under the south tree. 2130|So he thought, for his evening's rest, 2130|How he had had the luck of his life; 2130|And he vowed he would go to the town, 2130|And get his huzzas fast with his cross. 2130|There was not a soul in the town 2130|Beside him, and nobody knew 2130|If he lived, or if he went away 2130|To the country in the east or west. 2130|He had been at town a week or more, 2130|And now he must return again; 2130|For, though his hale and hearty heart 2130|Might be a little beat, it might not be. 2130|And he looked back to the east window-bay, 2130|And the two bails were lying at his feet; 2130|And then he said to his father, 2130|"If there be one among his friends 2130|That has a little pocket-book, 2130|Of beads and of gooseberries and peaches and pickles 2130|He can make a jaunt to his friends, and buy huzzas and shawms, 2130|And send them a-to the town in his own petticoat." 2130|So he said his prayers for his health, 2130|And he put out his eyes to the west, 2130|And he turned his face to the east window-bay, 2130|As he looked at his hattrick of hay. 2130|It was late, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 28570 ======================================== 34298|That in this light, from heaven it was his lot 34298|To gaze upon one whose starry face 34298|Had shone on every age. And he was there, 34298|The man who saw how the sweet sun 34298|Makes all the earth and sky, and the whole earth 34298|Bright with the light it sheds. 34298|And lo, a ray of light, 34298|Clear as the angel's, from a window saw he 34298|One young with golden hair, which, as he gazed, 34298|Fell on the youth with a bright glory, as from 34298|A vision, or the glow of an unseen 34298|Illumined book; 34298|The youth, who gazed and mused, 34298|And in the man his eyes grew dim and wide with 34298|Desire; 34298|The man, who, through a vision, saw the youth 34298|The world's great prophet; him who was not there! 34298|Then, as a flash of light, 34298|Clear as a bird's quick glance, the youth exclaimed-- 34298|"I am the man, the man who saw thy starry light! 34298|And thou the youth who mused beside me there-- 34298|But see, it is the man, the youth, 34298|Whose eyes shall lead the nations to this land." 34298|Then straight they saw, with eyes of fire divine, 34298|The man who, like the Sun of Eden, shone 34298|Above the youth's clear throne: 34298|And, by their own bright light, saw also 34298|He who could call the nations to his feet; 34298|And, from the man's lips, the man's own mouth, 34298|Which smiled--so still and sweet! 34298|And as he turned his head, 34298|The youth beheld his own; 34298|And with an awe that left not space nor time 34298|He saw the man, as, from his arms withdrawn 34298|He took the youth's light hand and lifted him 34298|Up from the earth like some huge-winged bird, 34298|Which, flying,, scatters its young from the nest 34298|With rapture, and bursts through the dark wood. 34298|And the man, beholding this, 34298|Turned not his gaze from that light face--not 34298|For that bright face--the very eyes which shone 34298|Within it--for he thought of that young world 34298|And of man's first love; 34298|But still the youth adored, 34298|As when some heart which love-kindled fancies 34298|Had touched the flame within it, sees with tears 34298|The vanished glory of that first-born face, 34298|And then rememberings of days remote. 34298|So the man bent, and from that lighted eye 34298|Looked the soul, 34298|That to his own eye such brightness bore,-- 34298|A soul that, when such eyes are turned to theirs, 34298|Can feel the love that it shares. 34298|But, with a bounding sigh, 34298|The youth, with those eyes of light, 34298|Turned back to the crowd, 34298|And gazed at that young lord: 34298|For that young face, which, even for those eyes, 34298|Had all the presence of the God on high 34298|(Even as the light, the vision of the Sun, 34298|O'er the same heaven was all of light!), 34298|To that young face was known, and known so well, 34298|That the man, beholding it, did turn his face 34298|To the youth, and gazed, until all love was gone-- 34298|And tears unheeded ceased to flow; 34298|And, as the eyes of Love look back, so the youth 34298|Looked at the man, and smiled. 34298|And love gave rest 34298|On that young face, which, for one hour, alone 34298|The man had gaze'd on; and all the eyesight 34298|Which ever shone therefrom seemed to retire, 34298|As in the stillness of death. 34298|And when night came, 34298|And man awoke from that trance, 34298|The youth was silent,--and ======================================== SAMPLE 28580 ======================================== 27405|Hearken, my dearest, for I shall not say in vain! 27405|She heard the gentle thrush and laughed a merry jest; 27405|Ruffly rose she and softly sank again; 27405|Tumbled from her bough with gentle laugh and light, 27405|On the ground beneath, a-thinking of her love. 27405|"How wise my lady is!" said the fair Bard, 27405|And he looked at her and laughed and laughed, 27405|For he loved her well and would have taken her for his. 27405|But the night came along and the trees grew darker; 27405|And a dull melancholy soundled in the air; 27405|The very sun of evening falleth away, 27405|And the evening is drearie to the heart that loveth; 27405|And the night is drearie to the soul that laugheth; 27405|For all is drearie beyond a tent-barr'd night, 27405|And drearie though day were an hundred years agone. 27405|To the King the Lady Kriemhild cried: "Let her go free, 27405|A fool, my lord! to the Devil and not me; 27405|And I'll fetch a lantern from God’s great altar-side, 27405|And there I’ll light to thee my eunuch gold hair!" 27405|So at dead of night her lord rode forth to die, 27405|And came home ere the moon had lighted the land; 27405|And, while soore he saw both Lady Kriemhild and her Lord, 27405|He cried his sorrow unto the moon with sorrowing: 27405|“What!” he cried, “what’s the word, my Lord,” and then, 27405|As though he saw her eyes with tears o’erflowing, 27405|Said, “I wot I say to thee, Lady Kriemhild, 27405|With my love for thee I am evermore atweening. 27405|“The gold shew that thou and thy lady shalt have worn 27405|I in this land, in the land of the strangers keep.” 27405|And then she laughed a happy, laughing wile, 27405|For love’s sweet words are in woman like a fire; 27405|“I wot I say unto thee, my Lord, “thou wilt learn 27405|Of the world thou takest to thy lady lovely; 27405|For it shall turn thy heart’s heart’s love unto a sin.” 27405|For the King, when he saw this, took the eunuch gold, 27405|And took him in, and bound him and strapped him down 27405|To a fair silver belt when he came back again; 27405|So, o’er the world he kept him with high reverence. 27405|And when in his castle, wide and wide he passed, 27405|When the moon’s bright light on his walls did hover, 27405|His eunuch gold a-wondering as he went by, 27405|Wounded and sore for the eunuch gold’s sake bleeding. 27405|So he came back, and, ere he passed away, 27405|To the Lady Kriemhild cried, “May some one 27405|Give me good store of thy gold—I long to know, 27405|The whence it was, and the wherefore thou didst leave me?” 27405|“Thou must not ask, my Lady, but keep it still, 27405|Which was sent thee, and from me I cannot part; 27405|’Tis a gift sent me by my Lady God-forsaken.” 27405|“Thou can’st not say thou longest to know it, for naught 27405|Hath given it, and naught have I to give again.” 27405|And he turned away but little, and cried aloud, 27405|‘I long to know of this eunuch gold’s befallered, 27405|Who from me has given it, and naught to me have granted.’ 27405|In the castle at eve she stood and heard him call, 27405|When the eunuch gold ======================================== SAMPLE 28590 ======================================== 5185|Thither, where he must go; 5185|Go, thou art welcome here, Red Wing, 5185|To thy dwelling, Red Wing, Red Wing. 5185|Now the host to the hunting-place 5185|Bring the deer that you want; 5185|Take his coat-armour from him, 5185|Hangs it on his shoulders, 5185|Leads him to his forest-crops, 5185|To his locks of golden braunches, 5185|On his arms, and back, and side-arms. 5185|"Hasten, Red Wing," said the hostess, 5185|"In the forest rest you, 5185|In the fords, that you need not swim 5185|Or disturb the slumbering shadows; 5185|Do not stand and watch for warriors 5185|That may come in your pathway; 5185|Sleep in peace, my darling-fawn, 5185|In your cradle, gentle Red Wing, 5185|In your nimble-feather'd Friend-of-the-North! 5185|Come to my high hut, Northland, 5185|Cometh on thee, thou dweller 5185|By the rushing Ulama, 5185|Watch and protect the fen-lands, 5185|Shepherdess of the Northland!" 5185|Quick the fawn, with features smiling, 5185|Takes the eyes of the hostess, 5185|Quick assumes the shape of bird, 5185|Quick departs from her human hostess, 5185|Swiftly flies to Ulanti, 5185|Swiftly hastens on her journey 5185|To the river of Tuoni, 5185|To the cataract and whirlpool. 5185|To the Northland river, Mielikki, 5185|Rivers and streams, and lakes and whirlpools. 5185|To the tombs in Mana, Manalua. 5185|To the homes of Mana's children. 5185|To the fireside of Tuoni, 5185|To the red tombs of Mana. 5185|To the hosts of Tuoni's kingdom, 5185|To the red tombs of Manala. 5185|Once again the bird, Red Wing, 5185|Fleetly wings through the air courses 5185|Forth the Red Wing, with smiles provocative, 5185|On the top of Gitchee Gumee, 5185|To the skies of autumn, flying, 5185|Sings in downward whistling flights, 5185|O'er the salt marshes of alder, 5185|On the shore of Pauwating, 5185|On the salt-beds of Tuoni; 5185|Sings the bird of Lempo, Pringle, 5185|Sings the yellow-frosty Lemminkainen, 5185|And the handsome Kaukomieli, 5185|And the handsome « Now a noise comes from it 5185|Loud and glittering as fire, 5185|Out of the smithy shakes the reed, 5185|And the canoe of craft is rocked. 5185|» Then he drops his clay-pot lid, 5185|Drops the clay upon the waters, 5185|Quickly gathers in his bill, 5185|Grinds it well with tooth and nail, 5185|While the sunburnt warriors marvel, 5185|And the women greet with smiles: 5185|Nought but death befalls we! 5185|« Where now is thy red helm, 5185|Wherefore rocked thy prow thus rocking? 5185|Wherefore rocked thy full-grown white steed 5185|Snorting upon thee wildly? 5185|Was it possible for thee 5185|Thus to carry forth thy journey 5185|Through the salt-sea waters? 5185|« Wherefore rocked thy white steed 5185|Snorting aloft on high winds, 5185|Thus to fly to Kalevala, 5185|From the cold and frost-bound lands? 5185|Was it possible for him, 5185|Thus to carry hither 5185|Wings of gentoos, bill and talon, 5185|Belly of hare, and talons? 5185|« Did not Pohyola's children 5185|Call thee frightful in their presence, 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 28600 ======================================== 28591|The clouds, in their thickening, flow, 28591|And the winds, with their breath foul and stale, 28591|Have no breath to fill their lungs: 28591|'Tis the time of the sun and the moon, 28591|Of the sea and the wind and the rill, 28591|When the earth holds her work to the best, 28591|And the sun, like a worker, will rise. 28591|When God is in the garden, and I. 28591|In the garden of God, there is peace. 28591|There are many little flowers: 28591|Many little flowers; 28591|God hath made them one with Himself, 28591|And each of them hath something. 28591|God is love, and love is God. 28591|God is joy, and joy is God. 28591|God is love, and love is man. 28591|God is joy, and joy is man; 28591|God is love, and love is God. 28591|God is truth; and truth has God. 28591|God is love; and love has God. 28591|God, in His own light shall we see, 28591|And find in God the living light? 28591|Then is there peace upon the earth, 28591|And only sorrow left once more! 28591|God! God! my God! that I adore thee! 28591|For by that word I understand 28591|The soul's utterance, and I hold 28591|That silence speaks the most divine-- 28591|So, love me! 28591|To thee 28591|What is there more delightful than my solitude? 28591|Thou, who through all the long nights of this dreary night, 28591|Wastes your love upon me like a star. 28591|To thee the bright face of my God I'd adore, 28591|If thou wouldst be! 'Tis not alone thy grace 28591|That bids me feel so clean and warm within, 28591|But the dear trust that in thy power is found, 28591|And that fills me with ennobling awe. 28591|If only in that light my spirit trod, 28591|If only as I was thy own true Son, 28591|If only in that light my soul would know 28591|That only God my soul would love. 28591|If only as my Saviour I existed, 28591|If only as the Light of Truth unveiled, 28591|If only as the perfect life I lived 28591|That only would this heart of mine change. 28591|Then, if a cloud should ever darken o'er 28591|The sunshine of thine angelic brow, 28591|If ever in my soul thy spirit's cloud 28591|Engulf thy soul, this heart of mine could rest, 28591|And one white peace of thine evermore 28591|Comfort all its lonely souls below. 28591|All praise to thee, my God, who didst reveal 28591|The glory of Christ when first He breathed on me. 28591|Thy word, Thy life, our Word, our lives are one, 28591|And yet so dear thy love is to me. 28591|I have a word of peace within my heart; 28591|It hath the magic of a music strange. 28591|If I should die before my words were perfect, 28591|Though my thought may find no perfect word to speak, 28591|That word shall never be so bitter to me 28591|But that I'll say it as it was in my soul 28591|When thou didst live, and breathed and lived for me. 28591|When the morning rose was new 28591|With its wild untamed colors, 28591|And I saw that burning sun 28591|It had saved my soul from death. 28591|Life and I seemed bound together, 28591|In each other's arms forever, 28591|I had loved thee much and longed 28591|For thy love, so year by year 28591|I made thee richer, better woman. 28591|But in the night of sorrow, 28591|When I yearned for thee out, 28591|I would go down the narrow path 28591|Where thorns had been before. 28591|I would slip through many a thorn-- 28591|A deep thorn where a star is, 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 28610 ======================================== May, O goddess, from thy heart 20586|Inhale the pure draught of this sweet boon! 20586|I pray thee send for me an angel soon: 20586|I would not look before or after. 20586|It is a holy thing, a blessing 20586|For me to pour on thee so freely. 20586|Now, O gracious goddess! say thou me 20586|That I may go with thee and be happy! 20586|Thou wilt with perfect joy if I will 20586|Give thee the spirit, and then canst thou 20586|In gratitude be satisfied with me! 20586|It is a holy thing for love to pour 20586|On one so worthy of the offering; 20586|To feel his love is as a sound divine 20586|That makes all things perfect in its power, 20586|And from his lips it comes upon us, 20586|As from the soundless spheres in wonder. 20586|O goddess, thou wilt bless with thy grace 20586|Me when the hour of parting shall come: 20586|As from the throne of heaven, O mother, 20586|Thy Son will come, and then canst thou 20586|In gratitude be satisfied with me! 20586|My soul hath found its home, my home is here, 20586|And I was shipwrecked on the marshy shore, 20586|And I am coming from that dreary shore. 20586|O, have a kindness unto me, or 20586|I shall go farther on this pathway o'er; 20586|And if my spirit bear me safe to thee, 20586|How blest wouldst thou be to hear and see! 20586|And now, my soul, give thanks to God for rest. 20586|I cannot live within my own alone. 20586|I call to mind a woman's sorrow, 20586|Her heart within her breast, her poor heart breaking; 20586|I heard a woman sorrowing near. 20586|I saw a man's death in the woman's eye, 20586|The woman mournful in her work eminent; 20586|For, sorrowing the woman's lord departed, 20586|Her lord was gone on sindily duty wandering. 20586|And thus, O lord God of our loving, 20586|A man's dear lord departed to the world; 20586|And now the woman is the widow's charge, 20586|And he is left in widowhood alone. 20586|The day is cold, the air is chill. 20586|It must not be so late 20586|When love is come, 20586|When love is come to woo. 20586|O, give us time to breathe, 20586|Give us more time 20586|Of sunshine, air, and love. 20586|O, God, give us time to wait! 20586|It will be death 20586|When that time comes; 20586|For how love for love can grow. 20586|For how love for love can grow! 20586|But who shall say, 20586|How late love must be slain? 20586|And I shall have no rest nor rest 20586|Unless I wait 20586|Till love is come, 20586|Till love is come to woo. 20586|O, God, thou hast given rest. 20586|And I have come 20586|When I was weary and sad 20586|To wait for love, 20586|Till love was come, 20586|Till love was come to woo. 20586|A voice came softly in the chamber. 20586|O dear, dear baby mine! 20586|The air grows quiet and holy; 20586|It is the silent footstep of a mother. 20586|But why is the window closed, 20586|O mother mine? 20586|The window is open wide, 20586|The people go to rest: 20586|O mother, hear me now! 20586|Come, dear, dear baby mine, 20586|The birds their melody sing; 20586|Dear mother, oh come away, 20586|Come, dear, dear girl, and help us be: 20586|O mother, hear me, O hear me, 20586|Come, come, come away, for rest, 20586|Come, come, come away, we yearn 20586|For one dear peace and ======================================== SAMPLE 28620 ======================================== 14019|They are not of ours. But now, be thou ware, 14019|For of this band we the foremost take 14019|On one who has not ceased to strive to do." 14019|Then of a mighty host of Franks then spake: 14019|"O King, why sit we thus a moment? 14019|Why in this narrow spot abode? 14019|I doubt not but of those that meet us here 14019|More there than in the world was fated. 14019|We are of noble race, and noble-souled, 14019|Born at Nice; but here our fathers fell,-- 14019|And in my father's house were we born." 14019|"To be sure," said Sarraguce, "we have seen 14019|And heard of all in battle, and have seen, 14019|In all the lands of Christendom, 14019|Such men as thou, O noble Duke, to-day; 14019|So much do we know of such a foe, 14019|As thou canst name a hundred and a day, 14019|Which has with iron-heart so fought our kin. 14019|Hight is he so long as ever my grace 14019|Bore thee, and fiersoe, our lord so well. 14019|To-day he came in France and had the field, 14019|Till thou with other, thou in Spain, mightst reign. 14019|Now to the field and of our kin to go, 14019|And there be with them our lord the King. 14019|Then must I give him unto thy foes. 14019|O Knight, this day shall he be theirs." 14019|Stern was his face, so grim was he. 14019|"The King was a false traitor," he says now. 14019|"Ah, haud nae word of this to thee of ours; 14019|Nay, it shall be the lot of them to live. 14019|Yield thy head for that of me to die; 14019|If thou be traitor to them, then I die." 14019|"Nay," say I, "who gives the lie to thee, 14019|Nor of my tongue of them may anything be: 14019|Else, then, what should the rest of thee be? 14019|Thou shalt not have it so, for I am he." 14019|Sternly he said, and, on the other side, 14019|"To die a death of death is not in my mind: 14019|But to my lord it shall be so,--who will 14019|Be his, if I the field to him make free? 14019|And shall a king but live, and eke his heir, 14019|And to be true is right, I say to thee." 14019|A duke then came from the field and strode 14019|With glee to meet him. "O noble Prince, 14019|I am his cousin, who am a land afar." 14019|Stern he went on his horse; his voice so high 14019|Came to my heart and quaked it in its seat; 14019|And I saw the King lay down in shame. 14019|Then I saw with gladsome eye and true, 14019|By whom his lord had died his death's regret. 14019|So then he said, "Thy kinsman is not dead." 14019|Sayed fair Count Roland, "Let the folk of Spain 14019|In all their sorrow go back to France, 14019|For mine was a true heart and valiant hand; 14019|I know my lord so well, as who he is." 14019|"Fair and great is Roland to whom I bear, 14019|And I can say withal withal," said I, "forsooth." 14019|"I love him well," then cried he, "and he 14019|Will not forget me; so, for sooth, I ween." 14019|"My lord will hear," then said Count Roland then, 14019|"When comes the hour, and let him bid me say 14019|If I am true this day to Roland, then." 14019|"I will do so thereto, and all the same. 14019|Yet, if thou wilt not for thy kinsman's sake 14019|This day, do thou the other," said his king, 14019| ======================================== SAMPLE 28630 ======================================== 18238|You may have heard of him--if not, 18238|I'll tell you what you'll never guess,-- 18238|His children he has not seen, 18238|With his own wife beside him. 18238|And I think he ought to be ashamed, 18238|To see his own children grin. 18238|And so we all go our way, 18238|And I wonder if you have one-- 18238|But there's nothing more to say. 18238|When the sun is likeliest to shine 18238|And the air is sweet and fresh, 18238|My little maid, I lay and dreamed 18238|That a bird bore me away. 18238|I closed my lids on the window-sill 18238|And the birds sang to each other, 18238|And I dreamt that they were mine 18238|Singing in the summer sky. 18238|Then the sky grew sweet and fair 18238|With the music of their song; 18238|I floated on, as a dream is floated, 18238|Through a land of flowers and flowers. 18238|Upon me soothed the pain, 18238|I heard them, I looked upon them, 18238|Sang the lark to me, 18238|The wild swan to the brier, 18238|To a pond I drifted, 18238|I sank in the river, 18238|I floated down the river 18238|With joy upon my lips and eyes. 18238|The briers bent low bows; 18238|The ferns among, 18238|The moss at my feet, 18238|The little leaves among, 18238|The little trees in the gloaming, 18238|The clouds in the sky, 18238|The earth to my breast, 18238|To my nest I slid, 18238|And a dream floated past-- 18238|But oh, how they are ripe now, 18238|What a life for such a pore! 18238|A little thing, a long long while, 18238|Might bring us sweet delight. 18238|It might; it can not be, 18238|But it were all that is meet. 18238|And the song that they sing, 18238|The laughter that they sing, 18238|The lips that they kiss 18238|Are all that is meet. 18238|O, if the sun could come out now 18238|And the birds would fly away, 18238|Might the flowers come out to-night, 18238|And the woods be all alive, 18238|Then this way of ours, 18238|This way is well worth 18238|To me, I never tire 18238|Of going down this way, 18238|Thinking of the daffodil 18238|That is at my feet. 18238|This way is well worth 18238|Of the nightingale, 18238|Of the nightingale, 18238|To me, I never tire 18238|Of the daffodil 18238|At my feet. 18238|If the sun could come out now, too, 18238|And the nightingale could fly 18238|Before the dew had dried 18238|Under my alders and poplar, 18238|I could sing in the spring, 18238|When the yellow leaves are flying 18238|Along the path, 18238|This way is well worth 18238|In the summer, too, 18238|When the birds go from the nest 18238|In the yellow leaves, 18238|This way is worth 18238|In the winter, too, 18238|When the spring flowers are flying 18238|Along the path. 18466|_To the Muse that gave me a Name to match the rest_ 18466|LXXII. _To the Muse, when first I met her_ 18466|LVIII. _For the sake of her, to guard the common weal_ 18466|LVII. _And from her to make my peace with Heaven,--and then, too_ 18466|LXXX. _I broke the links, and from Death rejoin the just._ 18466|LXXXI. _What I left, and what I left unsaid._ 18466|LXXXIII. _To the Muse that gave me a Name to match the rest_ 18466|LXXXVII ======================================== SAMPLE 28640 ======================================== 1287|Of the true-heart-truants' haughty countenance: 1287|And I was aware that their eyes as they gazed 1287|Were turned towards me; but their hearts were now 1287|Turning to me as on some holy hill 1287|With its lovely shade and the dew of night. 1287|Oh ye fair forms! it would delight me 1287|To explore the depths of your love with me; 1287|But the night is falling from eve to morn. 1287|Come thou, and with thy heavenly form, 1287|And be my guest in my warm arms' embrace. 1287|But now, for thou hast promised me 1287|That thou wouldst not leave me alone, 1287|But wouldst draw my eyes away, 1287|And on the far horizon draw mine own; 1287|So I'll go down to the water-side, 1287|There to wait for thee, and then return. 1287|But I'll take the golden bow, 1287|For of the bow of Thine own self, 1287|Thine own hand's first-firmament, 1287|And my own forehead, in turn. 1287|Oh, when on a mountain we see 1287|A gleaming cloud of midnight riding, 1287|I know that it is the cloud 1287|Of some great wizard looking down. 1287|The clouds are flying in mad laughter; 1287|A joyous mirth's about them flowing, 1287|And in my soul's deep night lies, 1287|In the joyous mirth of a thousand springing, 1287|A thousand flowers, one, two, a hundred. 1287|The sun with splendour on rivers floating, 1287|Poured on the azure sky his gladsome fire. 1287|A thousand sparkling mirrors, 1287|And one bright mirror's power. 1287|Then we, O sun, from thee exalting, 1287|We look in thee, and our hearts are glad. 1287|But our eyes of sight 1287|Are falling fast, and, when they rise, 1287|They do not rise in vain, 1287|For their beams are not for sight, 1287|But for their own dew; 1287|And those drops of tears 1287|In those drops of sunshine fall 1287|Into the waters, 1287|And the stream is laughing loud, 1287|And the waves of laughter overflow. 1287|Away, in the deeps 1287|The sun is sitting, 1287|And the waters now with their joyous flow 1287|In the sun are turning; 1287|But the sunlight is o'er, 1287|The river is running, 1287|So we see from afar 1287|The light in his eye, 1287|And no more the sun is smiling there. 1287|Then we should fly in the clouds, 1287|And fly and turn, 1287|Thou wouldst not see their brightness fall, 1287|Like this fair sun 1287|Is the light-lord of a happy place. 1287|But on the ocean there's a shadow, 1287|A giant and a monster. He's sitting, 1287|And we, in the sunlight, 1287|O'er that giant are swinging in joy. 1287|For our eyes are seeing 1287|What through shades is seeping, 1287|And our hearts are swelling 1287|To receive the rapture, 1287|And the joy of leaping in the light. 1287|Oh! let us in one, 1287|And in one light 1287|In love are soaring, 1287|And in joy rejoicing we 1287|In the light of his eyes! 1287|And so on high they rise, 1287|Tossing and flying! 1287|He's their sun on high, 1287|And the waves of them, 1287|And the moon when they roll on the deep, 1287|To the eyes of you mortals they're so fair and bright, 1287|That their light hath so much power 1287|That even the clouds they may blind, 1287|They may not harm you at all! 1287|Let this dream of them be true, 1287|For the waves of them, for those hearts. 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 28650 ======================================== 19389|In the spring of the 19389|To the day that is far hence 19389|And my lover 19389|All in the garden, 19389|The day that is far hence 19389|And my lover 19389|All in the garden, 19389|I have gone down to the water to wet my weary feet, 19389|And to dream of my dreams I have gone down to the river bank, 19389|And to muse o'er the beauty of a dream and the beauty of a star. 19389|I went down to the waters, I went down to her arms so warm, 19389|And I fell upon her breast and kissed her mouth so white and sweet; 19389|And I thought of her eyes where the dew was soft and the rose fair, 19389|And I thought of her voice when the night wind was in the trees. 19389|And I came to the shore a sadder and no longer wise than you, 19389|And I cast myself down upon the rock and wept and wept and cried, 19389|And I dreamed o'er a loved one whom I had forgotten so long 19389|And who had never thought of me when I loved only her for bride. 19389|From the land we loved we parted, and there I left him to mourn 19389|By a rivulet that sings in the forest where I have not been; 19389|There are voices on the heights, and eyes from the ridges aver 19389|I have gone to the river, I have gone to a land of flowers, 19389|And I've put my face to the strand to lave for ever my tears, 19389|And in the babbling stream I have prayed o'er the sorrows past, 19389|For I do not know the wisdom of other men in their error, 19389|And with tears I have washed away the wrongs of others to to-day. 19389|I went to the river to wash my dirty face and face and ears, 19389|I went to the river to weep and think on the shame and wrong. 19389|I took my bow and arrow, and went to shoot an arrow and glad, 19389|Then a ghost came by with a sword to plead his right before God. 19389|I went to a field and saw a wild rose growing, 19389|And I wished for a wild rose to grow for me that is so sweet, 19389|But I wish for the wild rose far away that is so fair, 19389|And I went away and bought a bush and set it by my door. 19389|The bush of the wild rose grows over my bed, 19389|And under my window you can see it blowing, blowing. 19389|The bush of the wild rose grows over my door, 19389|But the little wild rose boughs that stand like flowers of snow, 19389|And the bush of the wild rose grows over my head, 19389|And I wish for the wild rose far away that is so fair. 19389|The bush of the wild rose grows over my head, 19389|And the little red wild rose boughs that are full of daisies blue, 19389|But the bush of the wild rose grows over my head, 19389|And my feet go down the road to the river that it flows. 19389|The river is flowing to the sea, and the red wild rose boughs 19389|Come down down along the water and sway in the breeze, 19389|And all these blessings of life have been brought over the sea, 19389|We are all walking here in the spring time, 19389|And we're going to sing and we're going to sing. 19389|And we've come down from the land to the Northland, 19389|And the tree where we haven't been 19389|Has got a bunch of berries red as the wine. 19389|All the young trees of all the green trees 19389|Have got a bunch of berries red and blue, 19389|We've had our share together, too, of rain, 19389|With a little round of merriment. 19389|But now, while the air is still, we'll take 19389|To the trees where we haven't been 19389|A big fat cup of "Honey-apple cider." 19389|(To the tune of "Pipe and pipe away.") 19389|You've been to all the fairs in the land, 19389|You have heard of the ======================================== SAMPLE 28660 ======================================== 1745|In such encircling throngs they throng'd, that all 1745|Applause was at their Alarm. While now, 1745|In the dark cave, incontinent, they dwell, 1745|And with their fremit Cares, or with them this, 1745|Or that, their Care devour'd; such was the praise 1745|Of great Minerva, while she took her part 1745|In all; and each one singly ravish'd each 1745|By hand or persuasion. From his high Rock 1745|The Fool perched on a craggy Leaf, and pluck'd 1745|Fine Scents from the rough-text'd Herb, or Tear 1745|Out of the Ground, that on the Beach or Brook 1745|Might refresh his appetite; while from underneath 1745|The other Pegasean with suspir'd tail 1745|Rush'd down, and snapm'd at him from above, 1745|For with perverse meaning (for the Tail 1745|And Eyes had smuggling in) so ran the tale, 1745|That all was for SPAIN, and all for TROT honne. 1745|Far off the Demon threats, and sends a voice 1745|To all his Caste, that in the vollied Tide 1745|Of Behaviourally their acts and looks 1745|He threats may come to them; but in none 1745|Is CHUEPCHA near (not that likes ST. JEROME), 1745|Who with an eye, as He from FAR or NW, 1745|A KNIGHTS TOMB from HIS belt suspends aloft, 1745|And whirls it on, to toss men in a snare, 1745|And by his threats damps all their Motions free 1745|From thought of escape. Nor yet the Powers 1745|That run this World, those that do use the Wind, 1745|Know of th' Intent of CHUEPCHA, nor aught 1745|But what so specially they like may intend. 1745|Behold the mighty one that hath begotten 1745|A thousand such, and after hath begotten 1745|Th' equal number: in them such Equal honours 1745|As pride of place, power, riches, titles claim: 1745|What could they more, OR less? who but should have 1745|Made this just World, and COMMUNITY, themselves, 1745|From THEM, and all things here extend, and range 1745|Round about this World; since, to have part, 1745|They thought them equal to that part which they 1745|LORDI would have them underlings of Heav'n, 1745|He trusts to have they all; and what they will, 1745|What may be seen, if what he will be just? 1745|But he who hath prov'd unjust, or unjust 1745|Retraunt, or unjustly taken them, betrays 1745|Th' indignation, power, and vertue, of Heav'n, 1745|Who for his good, or evil, both may pay; 1745|And paying both, the sum of wrong and right, 1745|Makes this right or ill; and both for once 1745|In Heav'n condemn are justly: for 'twas meant 1745|The Law of just recompence should be the basis 1745|Of all things, as first taught that LEAGUEMES 1745|He taught, and that without The Shield of Sword, 1745|Reason should forstrate, and no action dare. 1745|And thou, great Monarch! who hast to thral thee 1745|Part of the TASSOAN, and in turn 1745|Of thine own self the LEAGUE too, believe 1745|That of thir just equality 1745|The like equal right, which emulsified 1745|In th' EACH UNIVERSE, they who wield 1745|The Sword and Carpetard feel not, may be said 1745|To walk with KNIVES, and with forks to draw 1745|Dawn up, as in the GRITMAN'S TRIALS: for sharp 1745|Knives make tanglers safer: than, who among 1745|The POACHERS would for food for their young FLOCK 1745|Eat aught but ven'son? and than, who would not 1745|Take of their fodder but th ======================================== SAMPLE 28670 ======================================== 1322|It is my judgment now that they should be free. 1322|You shall go free and well-off of me, 1322|For when we reach the river and the shore, 1322|I dare not let myself be there, 1322|I dare not, as a man with a broken foot, 1322|Pass back, passing back and looking on these faces. 1322|I dare not even see if they look at you, 1322|I dare not, I dare not, though a man of you, 1322|Look in at me, at me, at me. 1322|For if they looked, they would say, 1322|One looks in at you, look in at me, at me, 1322|One looks out at you, at you, at me. 1322|And I shall not see if they look at you, 1322|Nor hear if they hear me, nor seek yourself. 1322|In the long black line there being no pause, 1322|I shall hear the endless stream, 1322|Streams, which I shall hear and cannot see, 1322|In the long black line, 1322|And then I shall be left alone. 1322|But if they look, 1322|It is that they speak to you, 1322|Speak to you and speak to me, 1322|And we speak each other word, 1322|Wrote word word word word each other. 1322|I shall hear but two, and then three-- 1322|And so if they speak, 1322|What shall come of it? 1322|But if they die before you know it, 1322|There's things that men dying shall say to me, 1322|Words, as when he died who lived in verse, 1322|Words that must not be concealed, 1322|Words you know I shall not forget. 1322|I shall hear at last words two, but then three, 1322|Three, and then three, and now four in a row, 1322|That I shall know nothing of but yet, 1322|And the third word alone which is so long, 1322|As the third is, and the fourth so also. 1322|Now it is not worth while to weigh and measure things, 1322|The mind is full of thoughts, it only matters how 1322|They are put to use, the body is the key 1322|Of the door to the soul's mind, the soul is light. 1322|When I sit at table and sing, 1322|For the most part I am thinking of you. 1322|When I drink out of the cup you know, 1322|You are thinking of me, dear. 1322|It seems the thought you think of me, 1322|And I think of you, at the moment. 1322|I am thinking of you, my dear, 1322|And you are thinking of me, dear: 1322|I think I shall kiss you, 1322|I think I shall kiss you, my dear, 1322|With the lips of fire and the lips of brine, 1322|Though I kiss, and I hate the kiss of you, 1322|I hate, and think I shall die, 1322|And what shall I do? 1322|For I know I shall die, 1322|And I shall die for the love of you, 1322|And I will not die, and I shall live, 1322|Long as I hold you fast in my heart, 1322|And you are strong in my life, and know all my joys, 1322|And I know what life is, 1322|But you do not know me, my dear; 1322|And you do not know me, my dear. 1322|I have loved you long enough, 1322|Long enough you have been mine, 1322|I have learned you out and forgotten all 1322|A couple of times, as a child, before I knew it was you. 1322|I was thinking of you then and thinking of me, 1322|And the soul had been lost, and the body and mind, in a flash. 1322|And what I knew, and thought long, 1322|And what the will said I made clear of the will to that end know, 1322|And we talked, and I said that, I did not mind in the least, 1322|I would make an end, if I could ======================================== SAMPLE 28680 ======================================== 22229|My love, my love, 22229|My love, my true love, 22229|Away with weeping! 22229|Love is an evil 22229|That can never 22229|Rest, being a king, 22229|But has a throne 22229|To sit upon, 22229|Baring his bosom 22229|To every Queen. 22229|Love's a thing too good 22229|To be confounded 22229|By crying for! 22229|My heart! my heart! 22229|That cannot understand 22229|Your sorrow's tears. 22229|My love lies bleeding 22229|Within the snow, 22229|And cannot reach thee 22229|And touch thee! 22229|My beloved love, 22229|I've no song to play thee; 22229|But I'll pray that in heaven 22229|Thou hear a prayer 22229|For him that's been denied thee, 22229|And give him rest. 22229|As I walk'd by the brookside 22229|When April was young, 22229|I heard the cuckoo sing thy name, 22229|And I think the world was then 22229|As it is to-day. 22229|As I walk'd by the brookside 22229|I heard the cuckoo sing thy name, 22229|As I wander'd up and down 22229|When summer day was done, 22229|I thought 'twas the world were o'ertokening 22229|The splendour of thy face, 22229|I thought 'twas life was calling, 22229|And I was happy now. 22229|Yet I am loveless, I'm sure, 22229|Even as I be--and 22229|My friendless life I'll seek to chide, 22229|And turn to verse to speak. 22229|Though some men would with scorn despise 22229|The poet's humble strain, 22229|Yet I would say that he may be 22229|The pride of humble song. 22229|The world has grown so busy, 22229|That she is ever darting, 22229|As the bee leaves the blossom 22229|When spring is nigh done. 22229|Though she may be of such low degree 22229|That she may with her fellows tread 22229|Upon the earth with tread we cannot, 22229|And they are passing on. 22229|Ah, many a happy heart has she, 22229|And many a smile is blest, 22229|Yet a murmur here and a murmur there, 22229|And sad lullaby. 22229|O life is full of sorrow, 22229|I will tell you now a sorrow, 22229|For I've lived--and I'll leave it-- 22229|A happy state for thee. 22229|My love is fairer in his eyes 22229|Than any flower in spring. 22229|He's a better lad than he's a father, 22229|And a better lad than he's a brother, 22229|And a better lad than he's a brother, 22229|And a better lad than he's a lad; 22229|He is all the world to me. 22229|O, my love is fairer in his eyes, 22229|Than any bud in May: 22229|The stars are brighter by his side, 22229|The wind is fresher by his hear, 22229|And he's so much better grown. 22229|He's a better lad than he's a lad, 22229|And a better lad than he's a lad; 22229|He's a better lad than he's a lad, 22229|And a better lad than he's a lad; 22229|He is all the world to me. 22229|"Auld acquaintance, I'll walk in the wood;"-- 22229|I've wander'd forth for rain, 22229|And the sun has sunk his last glinting, 22229|And the dew is laid away: 22229|For the brown leaves in the grove are dying 22229|That told of a death; 22229|And the wind is hushed with the dying 22229|That was but begun. 22229|Awhile away, oh, soon to be, 22229|Oh, soon to be again; 22229 ======================================== SAMPLE 28690 ======================================== 1383|And to his God's high grace. 1383|It may be there is need of some fresh soul, 1383|Or of some comrade in the fight, 1383|Who knows the task, and of his duty's task 1383|Can lead that comrade as he goes. 1383|Yet let him go, and he will bring, he will, 1383|Some new and more than barren dawn. 1383|There may be hope left in him still. 1383|He will be cheered, will see, will feel. 1383|Yet, do not ask his way, for he would prove 1383|What thou wert taught by thy old foes. 1383|He will not wait for thy response, 1383|But his own head must answer thee. 1383|It may be there was need of some fresh friend, 1383|For those who, in that war of thought, 1383|Could not be called on to hold their own, 1383|But found their comrade at thy gate. 1383|Yet let it be, and be the soul, not he, 1383|That answers at thy gates, and shows 1383|That he, if he can, can win from thee 1383|Some good they had not found from him. 1383|Some there are who, in the face of God, 1383|Are fain to hold, and cannot tell 1383|If there be further toil for them to do, 1383|In their fight 'twas made to have. Ah, they will win, 1383|Who have learnt to love their comrade well. 1383|They have made him their enemy; who knows 1383|But one in danger to succeed? 1383|Let them strive, and they will fight for him, 1383|As brave men never fought for me. 1383|Let them, like the birds which sing from branch to crown 1383|The first of summer flowers, from branch to drink 1383|The nectar of the bosom-fruit, their strength 1383|Their motto, not their motto, hope. 1383|But shall he not give to him 1383|Some portion of their victory, 1383|So that they bear the battle harm, 1383|And see the victor's banners fly, 1383|Shall he not give to them above 1383|A portion of their victory? 1383|When he at length is gone, 1383|Not even he, in his last hour, 1383|Shall miss the mark which all men strive for, 1383|When all men, with the fire of pride, 1383|Rise to the measure of his pain. 1383|And they, whose eyes the day 1383|See like his eyes the day, 1383|For the greater part of life, 1383|Ere he sinks into the tomb, 1383|In their struggle for a little thing 1383|Shall not misrate his victory. 1383|And they in the end, not he, 1383|Shall give his best in vain 1383|In the vain attempt to gain, 1383|And the gain shall be defeat. 1383|Yea, though the sun may not 1383|Roll back his burning track 1383|Till it meet the horizon's rim, 1383|And he stand the west, in vain, 1383|And his banner of defeat 1383|Bid his men make truce with death, 1383|And they will not relent, 1383|And they know not at their best 1383|To be vanquished or defeated. 1383|O, the triumph and surprise 1383|That he loved to see; 1383|His victory over doubt, 1383|His victory over scorn; 1383|All glory and triumph; 1383|All things that he could call, 1383|Were in him like a star. 1383|This is the day of the Lord God! 1383|For lo, He is at the door, 1383|The Word from the beginning shall 1383|Have full acceptance at His door; 1383|He is the Son, and He is the Lord. 1383|For lo, He is at the door, 1383|The Word from the beginning shall 1383|Of all this world of desire; 1383|Not ever to the door shall turn 1383|The path of ambition back. 1383|He is the Word; and He is the Life, ======================================== SAMPLE 28700 ======================================== 16059|dejó el día que un trémulo, 16059|de las llausadas sonrisas 16059|no pasa entre aquella vida. 16059|El reloj se español de uno. 16059|Dijo en el placer: ¡cuán paz!... 16059|Nunca también encierra llegó, 16059|El vuelo alguno asilo 16059|quiso un alma al hombre de Pernamiento. 16059|Al campo de la madre Océani, 16059|Ejercitaba de un años 16059|como el mar que no me podría, 16059|y entre los campos de l'Oncorro, 16059|y la entre la faz do mi brota 16059|la fama entorgada de tu gracia. 16059|Al cáliz no pasa esconde que siente 16059|como rindieron en tu faz seguida, 16059|y en mis trinceantes siempre llima 16059|y la mano que yo estaba seguida. 16059|Cuando el mundo á los siglos 16059|je aai verlo tu sangre, 16059|cuán rindéron los siglos 16059|cuán rindíron de tu gracia: 16059|¿No vivás, Dios mío? ¿Vaille en mi mano, 16059|y por el mundo concluyo 16059|la aguda al marinero, 16059|por manteles y primores llamas 16059|que descanso de su faz seguida 16059|de los rigos de laurel arriba, 16059|& medrosa el tiempo y consejo 16059|cuán rindíron la llanura; 16059|y por ella, así en fin, 16059|llevar la más grana y la grima, 16059|turbia la grima podera. 16059|Alzó mi Sánchez, que me cercó 16059|tañe su boca avecilla, 16059|& trabaje con la tierra 16059|zona la mía víota. 16059|¡Una voz, enfurecida esperanza! 16059|¡Adiós! Tu lira amor llorar! 16059|Tú, ella amedrenta tu honor; 16059|Ó entre las flores ayeza 16059|nuestra un tiempo y blando 16059|nuestra un ayer de los muertos. 16059|Ó sólo de las noches, que perezas 16059|y colgar por las flores el alma, 16059|Y luego en la tierra en las aves, 16059|Aquí en medio de mi pueblo 16059|pregunta de muerte y riqueza. 16059|Viéndolo á ti, de amor que fechira 16059|como hace la aguda mía, 16059|y en medio de tu honor luego 16059|con un destino de mi gracia! 16059|En su autoridad de su triste se le 16059|pone me quieren descubro á mi señor: 16059|«¡Déjame, mi señor! Tu amigo, 16059|tristes ye una voz y enemigo, 16059|me pueda enemigo tu amigo. 16059|«Y el que el deseo ha sólo 16059|trameto á que el deseo lo que á! 16059|Y desde el que á mi deseo mi amigo 16059|tu le dió la deseo que le dió, 16059|porque esa tendica tu fiereza 16059|turba con la noche, que á lo llamo 16059|sigue en el deseo que le dió; 16059|por ======================================== SAMPLE 28710 ======================================== 1365|But the spirit of the land! 1365|'T is the country spirit that 1365|In the wind and in the tide 1365|Lives, and is not drowned nor dead, 1365|And for ever lives, unchanged 1365|In the land for ever sweet. 1365|A voice from the city, a whisper in all things, 1365|A hand on the reins, 1365|A whisper of joy, a murmur of fear, 1365|A sound of the seas that glide 1365|And the wind and the surf that roar,-- 1365|The heart of the Ocean has spoken! 1365|The sea within my windows is singing, 1365|The sun is gay, 1365|And the waves are leaping in ecstasy over the dark green, 1365|And the stars are low. 1365|A silence, in song and in song, 1365|In the sun and in the shower, 1365|Of the many things afloat 1365|In the wide-open sea. 1365|A sound that is the sea and the song the sun, 1365|And the silence is life and love, 1365|And the song is the sea, and the sea is joy. 1365|O God of the silent waters, 1365|O Ocean of the West, 1365|My heart that is afire 1365|With thy light is no more. 1365|O God of the night and night, 1365|O God of the silent lands! 1365|From the shore, in the land-locked bay, 1365|We hear thy voice to-day, 1365|And we know that thy light makes glad 1365|Our hearts with the gladness of the sun. 1365|How beautiful is the sea, 1365|How beautiful the sky, 1365|With the silver and gold of seas 1365|And a glory of clouds! 1365|And oh, how the sailors call 1365|Round the ship to the deep, 1365|With the murmur of waters, 1365|With the voice of mighty seas! 1365|But we cannot turn to sleep 1365|For the wonderful light 1365|That the Ocean is shining 1365|In the darkness of night! 1365|For thy light that is eternal 1365|We see it everywhere, 1365|While we gaze on the stars, 1365|And we breathe with thy breath, 1365|And the people of God are there 1365|With their angels and maidens, 1365|And the stars that are thine! 1365|He is gone away! his path is over the hill, 1365|He does not come back to-morrow; 1365|But if he does, I don't know; he asked me gently, 1365|And I bowed my head to hear him say: 1365|O my Father, keep me still and whole, 1365|And, through all the years, my eyes will be unbless, 1365|Knowing that thou wilt see me well! 1365|There's one in the valley who walks the hill, 1365|With a smile on his troubled face; 1365|And he sings all day on the little reeds 1365|That cling to the mountain's crests; 1365|And he talks with the mountain-kings, 1365|And he tells them all of the golden sun. 1365|There's one in the valley who walks his hill 1365|On the quiet morning, when the birds are silent; 1365|And the sun is shining over the quiet sea; 1365|And he smiles a little, and he sings with the ferns. 1365|There's one in the valley he has never smiled, 1365|Since the day the sun began to shine; 1365|And he walks at anchor, with his head bent down 1365|Over his bearded heart, his beard in clouds; 1365|And he talks with the mountain-kings, 1365|And they tell him all of the golden sun. 1365|As the clouds, like the mantles of the flowers, 1365|Float on the air of the sunny air, 1365|So floated and rolled away the clouds, 1365|When the angel, Joseph, was sent to me! 1365|When he turned his face, to flee from the glare 1365|Of the furnace, the mountains sunk asunder, 1365|And all his ======================================== SAMPLE 28720 ======================================== A thousand ways 29993|By day and night; 29993|By morning, by noon, by night; 29993|A thousand eyes, eyes that shine; 29993|A thousand lips, lips that move; 29993|A thousand feet, feet that run; 29993|A thousand ears, ears that bear; 29993|A thousand hands, hands that obey-- 29993|A thousand ways, ways that fail; 29993|But still it seemeth as if I had 29993|A thousand ways that I could show it to thee, 29993|As thou wouldst know them if thou didst but look. 29993|All day I walk among the trees, 29993|Where in the sun's bright noon 29993|Thou mightst lie at rest, 29993|With thy fair head above the green leaves damp and green, 29993|And thy white limbs and mossy skin. 29993|But when the twilight's shade 29993|Dimmings and shadows deepens out of sight, 29993|And in the white stars shines the light that shines not there, 29993|In thy cold eyes then and there I seem to stand. 29993|The day that follows eve 29993|I follow as before, 29993|And think my ways are all right, and the ways of the world 29993|All right, and God's wise ways. 29993|The green leaves rustle underneath my feet, 29993|The sea comes softly to my ear, 29993|The sea brings to me its love-chanting sound, 29993|And there, through the long long day, 29993|I watch the sea's calm to see, and know, and love the sea, 29993|And breathe its love in ways I knew of long ago. 29993|When I am old in lands unknown, 29993|And I have lost the vision in my eyes, 29993|My body, my eyes, and what I may not see, 29993|I shall go back where I left my brother, 29993|And watch the shadows lengthening in the east, 29993|Till I shall see the dawn of a morning, 29993|A faint dawn of peace, and in the cold gray gray dawn 29993|My brother I shall see. 29993|I shall return to the far-away old-time places, 29993|And the old-time voices in my ears. 29993|Of the road that divides two hearts, 29993|I have wandered far and fast-- 29993|Thou and I, as I have traveled long. 29993|Now the end in sight is sure, 29993|And our journey ends in pain, 29993|And the road is very far behind, 29993|And the mountains look upon it side by side. 29993|Then I answer, not in speech, 29993|"I am weary, too, thou know'st that. 29993|The road is long, and dark; 29993|And we must stop, and rest a while, 29993|Until the road is done: 29993|We must rest awhile, for soon, 29993|And long, and long the whole day there, 29993|Will we reach the door whereon 29993|The door that always closes on me 29993|Folds me and closed from the world. 29993|I think if I had died the moment 29993|That I met with the one true brother, 29993|And met with him with thine hands, 29993|I should be glad, and safe indeed, 29993|And free, and free from fear. 29993|Yet I know that were it not 29993|That I should walk alone by night 29993|Of the dark and lonely years, 29993|I should not have lived to say: 29993|"I love thee, brother, now, as I knew, 29993|When I was alone in my despair, 29993|I should have spoken out, and said: 29993|"Who would forsake a path like mine 29993|Where all the stars have left the sky?" 29993|I saw in a dream the morning come, 29993|That he came from the southward of the sea, 29993|While my feet, my feet, my own dear feet, 29993|I must have trod the long, far way to meet,-- 29993|As I knew him by himself. 29993|And he kissed them, and I looked up at ======================================== SAMPLE 28730 ======================================== May be no more than but ten years old!" 38475|He answers this loud cry from her:--"She does you good! 38475|If you can please her, I have nothing to ask; 38475|But, if you are much to blame, pardon her heart's strife, 38475|And make a pious wife, whose virtues will thrive 38475|With your virtues, and her beauty spread abroad."-- 38475|Thus far they had talked, but ere they came to the gate, 38475|"I see my servant at the gate, whom I come, 38475|With my first-come, first-served, bride," said he, 38475|"A faithful servant all my life, though it end!" 38475|The Queen did so too; her heart with pleasure beat: 38475|"We're here! thou shall never see our heart's charm, 38475|Though love it may, and love indeed, appear; 38475|And if we should, with our own hands, see them wed, 38475|'Twould make our own hearts' hearts more fond of strife: 38475|If I be false, and she is false, to each ear 38475|My words were but an idle jest to this dame,"-- 38475|"My friend the Prince! thou art of a most noble blood! 38475|The Prince has been a faithful lover all his life-- 38475|But let me tell thee--a true lover all his life. 38475|Our wives are the best thing that ever yet was found, 38475|Though some are rather flinty than others hard." 38475|The Queen's heart melted: she saw how soon love flies, 38475|And took the maid for fool, a common lover all-- 38475|"If I should have seen her wed so cold a wretch 38475|'Twould have been to love her more than aught beside:-- 38475|The Prince has but been a faithful lover all his life."-- 38475|Then with a smile they walked out, on either side, 38475|The bride and the Queen; and they took their abode 38475|In the same room; there were no voices all around 38475|That were not pleasant to the Prince's young wife. 38475|And, while the Prince was thus a truant bent, 38475|A widow he took in his own loving breast, 38475|As if her presence would bring happiness; 38475|But none but in solitude could this surmise. 38475|O'er a book of th' ancient authors he did stray; 38475|And she was a scholar, and seemed in her way 38475|To be a useful, and not a troublesome kind of thing. 38475|This widow he would call her--so would she speak, 38475|That one would take in hand whatever she read, 38475|From Plato down to Milton; and it might be 38475|That this one had an ink-pot full of truths, 38475|She had a pretty book; her name was Miss DALLAS; 38475|But she was a widow, and that was the way 38475|Which was for this poor widow, when she died, 38475|Her fate and that of her was as unknown, 38475|There was an old woman in Plymouth Town, 38475|When the good Lord Mayor, and all his train 38475|To visit their country were going down, 38475|To pay a visit also, as they might, 38475|In the British Colonies on their way, 38475|To Philadelphia, a city large 38475|And wealthy; she and her husband lived 38475|In a country town, and had a garden lot 38475|Which in growing was of use; 'tis now 38475|That the poor widow of this lot has got: 38475|And it is grown into an Inn, and there 38475|Of many rooms a large Garden plots out: 38475|In this great mansion, that is called the Queen's, 38475|Her husband's children are grown up to men, 38475|And all are but boys, and some but girls. 38475|Here the widow of this garden lives; 38475|But there is the widow of the lot, 38475|And here is all that there is of joy 38475|To do the common thing, or tend the flail; 38475|Or sing at beating time, or go to bed; 38475|There sit, and read the news ======================================== SAMPLE 28740 ======================================== 1727|the woman's eyes and made another drink of water on the 1727|side of the good-wife, who now waited but did not ask you 1727|to do so. You cannot get any of the waters there 1727|from outside; and I myself would swear that you are 1727|in some way or another a murderer or a cheat, if you 1727|would come and wash my face the first time on the 1727|same night of which I have been out." 1727|In all the world there lives no man more untrue--and no woman 1727|ever. The day came on when Minerva called up the maid 1727|Perimedes from the house as he was playing with his daughter 1727|Anchises that way, where all the housewives came together to 1727|lay their delicious cakes with sweet-scented filberts on. 1727|Thus did she bawl her curse upon him and turn her face away: 1727|"See the man's wrath rising now against a mere girl. I 1727|want to take good care of the man's body. No man is like 1727|Anchises; he is too quick to go down like a beaten man to 1727|the same place where he ran to when he was wounded--a 1727|stranger that came into our house by chance." 1727|And the girl then took the wine cup from where it lay by 1727|her side. 1727|Then she went to the room where the other maids were sitting on 1727|their couches. She took the cup from out the hands of the 1727|other maids, and poured wine without looking at either 1727|of them, and on the wine-stand also; then she took the 1727|cup from her mouth and touched the wine into her eyes. 1727|She had hardly finished this before her mistress brought her 1727|back from her room with a cry, and asked her why she had ever 1727|loved to drink wine. She answered her about the women in her 1727|house, and said she had but one servant, whom she called 1727|"Dolius--the dog," she continued to say, "and I took care of it 1727|in everything. I am her mother's sister; it was my pleasure to 1727|have it and make it happy; but my husband has gone off to 1727|other places, and has not been at my service any longer, and 1727|I cannot get him back any more. My childish heart cannot 1727|get over the loss of him, for it is gone from me; and I am now 1727|taking another maid, my friend Anchises, whom I call my son, to his 1727| house, and to spend with me, for I can never get him back even if I 1727|wanted to; and I am going away to take in a house of my own. 1727|Then I will keep on taking children, till Neptune bids me keep 1727|them a year yet longer, for your sake if I wish to see them." 1727|With these words she left the room; and Minerva went up to 1727|the bed where her son lay, and sat down beside him. 1727|Then Antinous began to say among the other Achaeans that 1727|Amphiaraos, son of Actor, had no thought of harming 1727|Melanippus, whom he had tried to kill, and now killed himself 1727|for spite. Amphinomus son of the old seafarer Amphiaraus saw 1727|this, and coming to the door bade the daughter of Icarius take 1727|Melanippus's body away to Jove, who is the avenger of wrecks. 1727|Therefore Antinous came behind the maid and said, "Take my 1727|suit and go to the place of assembly; there let us all of us set 1727|the corpse of man upon the altar and make sacrifice to the 1727|god, for so we both believe. I think I shall always be 1727|welcome at your house, that I am still worthy to be a man, for 1727|never have I yet yet done anything to me or your house either 1727|withstanding, and we shall need an equal welcome, so let this 1727|be the case again, that no one shall be sorry for me." 1727|This was what he said, but he was angry with Amphinomus ======================================== SAMPLE 28750 ======================================== 16688|For they had a _bond-slave_, as we're told, 16688|Who was always a good little lad; 16688|And his name was Haddock, no less. 16688|And his mother was poor, too, poor to pay 16688|His poor kind mother's constant bills. 16688|So Haddock's mother gave him all, 16688|And he, being bold and merry oft, 16688|Took as much of him as he could hold, 16688|And turned him out at night, in rain, 16688|With a lock of Haddock's hair on his head. 16688|But when he grew great and bold and bold, 16688|And wore his hair in a ring about; 16688|His mother raised a fretful cry, 16688|"Oh, shut your eyes, Haddock, if you can, 16688|"Now there's a _beau_-beau on the list, 16688|Of every _lady_, if you can." 16688|With his mother's prayer her son looked up, 16688|And saw his rival all in white; 16688|Then said, "Oh, shut your eyes now, dear, 16688|"You see that fair one, Moll Kelly, 16688|I'll play this game for you and win it, 16688|And what _will_ she be, you wot, to me?" 16688|And then a little after that, 16688|As she was playing "Miss Clothes" one day, 16688|Haddock stooped and prest Moll Kelly. 16688|"O, no, I won't," said the lad in white; 16688|"I'll play for you the game and win it, 16688|And what _will_ your mother be when I do?" 16688|He did so, and won it at once, 16688|And the next so forth, as he took after. 16688|And so on, and so on and thus 16688|Until at last a mighty old man 16688|To old Haddock's house came this morning; 16688|A great old man was he and strong, 16688|And he had a sword in his hand; 16688|And he'd lived long since in the South, 16688|And his name was T. M. MULLIGAN. 16688|He had travelled much and was good-natured; 16688|His wife was a girl of all provender; 16688|Both good and kind to the very top of things, 16688|They lived on the same low, little kitchen shelf. 16688|One day the old wife and her old master 16688|Were both up and working together, 16688|And while both were working was singing, 16688|Hearing the old man was raving, as he worked; 16688|"Oh, see, a wassail-cup, in spite! 16688|Oh, see, a wassail-cup, in spite! 16688|"And see, a wassail-cup, in spite! 16688|Oh, see, a wassail-cup, in spite! 16688|And see, a wassail-cup, in spite! 16688|For a grand old man there's no one more fit to live 16688|Than the little old lady with the old man's wife. 16688|The good old lady with the old man's wife. 16688|There's a certain man in this very hall, 16688|Who in all the world can equal my skill. 16688|There's no man in this very hall, it's true, 16688|Can equal my skill in a wine-cup big as mine. 16688|The good old lady with the old man's wife. 16688|Now when the old wife heard her husband's troubles, 16688|The door in her right hand then she lifted, 16688|And hurled it at him, right on his collar; 16688|Right on his collar, the cup came tumbling down. 16688|Oh, it came tumbling down, and all his face 16688|Vanished with the thunder before them all; 16688|And the good old lady with the old husband's wife 16688|In the midst of a long hall of guests came 16688|And seized on her husband:--"Oh, I see 16688|Thee, sir!" the old wife cried, "thou crafty fool ======================================== SAMPLE 28760 ======================================== 1304|Is not more fair to gaze on than this bower; 1304|Behold a maiden lovely and sweet, 1304|So glad, and yet so silent as she is. 1304|Hair of the mildest tints, 1304|Freshliness and grace, 1304|Make her charms to all beholders fall: 1304|Of all flowers the rose has a dearer charm. 1304|But she, alas! hath passed to-day 1304|From flower to flower. 1304|Hers were a field of corn, 1304|Of busily she plied her way, 1304|For to her father she had vowed 1304|To wed with sorrow and with care; 1304|Wherefore, for ever, now, as thus, 1304|She sadly grieves. 1304|Her father is a poor brewer's drayman, 1304|And to the river's bank, 1304|With busily he drubmed his flute, 1304|That with her beauty she might grace; 1304|And she loved him, and all things esteemed her 1304|A beauty was she of high degree, 1304|And in her gown of green, 1304|Which she was wont every day to wear, 1304|The lark took up the song: 1304|And when they met, and were acquainted, 1304|She would not turn aside 1304|From where the reapers hung their harvest, 1304|But for the young man took her side. 1304|There was a fair 1304|And noble lady, 1304|Who wore on her shoulders 1304|A diadem of flowers. 1304|There was a fair 1304|And noble lady 1304|Who wore on her shoulders 1304|A diadem of flowers. 1304|Who in her right 1304|Loved none, 1304|And none became her; 1304|But in a maid's bower 1304|Love's seal was set. 1304|There was a fair 1304|And noble lady 1304|Who wore on her shoulders 1304|A diadem of flowers. 1304|Who in her left 1304|Loved none, 1304|And none became her; 1304|But in a maid's bower 1304|Love's seal was set. 1304|She bore a lyre, 1304|In honour 1304|She wore on her shoulder, 1304|A diadem of flowers; 1304|To whom she now began,-- 1304|"Farewell, farewell; 1304|'Tis not in you, 1304|It is not in yourself, 1304|But in me, 1304|Woman, that you can love me. 1304|Is your heart full, O lady? 1304|Does love live in a man? 1304|How can you say, 1304|"Love can exist only in him"? 1304|Your love is real when 1304|It comes between your hands, 1304|It has its own power 1304|To put me out of breath, 1304|Or make my bosom beat. 1304|For where is your beauty 1304|And your fullness, 1304|If you did not love me? 1304|For where is your virtue 1304|And your gentleness, 1304|If you did not love me? 1304|For where is your faith, O woman, 1304|Of friendship and love? 1304|Of charity and truth, O woman, 1304|Of modesty, I do know? 1304|For where is your patience, 1304|If you do not love me?" 1304|"O, I can love no longer," 1304|Replied the woman; 1304|"I have seen too many lovers 1304|Who have satisfied their thirst 1304|Through five-and-twenty years; 1304|Yet still the thirst persists: 1304|Therefore, my dearest, pray 1304|To the great Creator 1304|That I may no more find thee." 1304|He turned, he sat him down 1304|Upon the ground; 1304|He took her hand in his 1304|And kissed it, 1304|And said, "The water-webs 1304|Weaves a magic web 1304|To bind ======================================== SAMPLE 28770 ======================================== 2622|Where the red clay of the earth is deep, 2622|And the waters run in the clay. 2622|Where the rose is in the sand, 2622|And the roses in the clay. 2622|Where the little grasshoppers in the grass 2622|Eat the roots and air they love, 2622|And forget their lives of song, 2622|And float on golden clouds. 2622|Where the bluebirds fly 2622|In the pinks and quarts of dew; 2622|They know naught of sorrow, 2622|Earth-born, who float in heaven. 2622|Here are grass and fruit, and a child upon a hill, 2622|And they laugh and wander away. 2622|The hills are all for lovers, and the mountains bright with pinks, 2622|Who are not afraid to die. 2622|The hills are all for lovers, and the mountains full of roses, 2622|Who shall walk with a star in his eyes. 2622|The hills are all for lovers, and the mountains with pinks, 2622|Who shall not go by the ways. 2622|Here's a bird for your nest, 2622|A song for your tongue. 2622|What boots the lover on the mountain, where no song is heard 2622|Save the swell of the pines? 2622|Here's a bird for your clutch, 2622|A song for your breast. 2622|Is it the wind's song, 2622|Is it the merry bell? 2622|No song save the one that bounds 2622|The happy cicalas' nest. 2622|There's a bird in heaven to-day, 2622|With songs to woo, who soars aloft. 2622|Where's he drifting now? 2622|With wings spread wings, 2622|Aloft and aloft 2622|He flutters to the sky. 2622|The green field bends him, 2622|But the red pine he shall not win. 2622|In God's red chest 2622|He has hid with love 2622|For ever shall be found. 2622|I love the red pine! 2622|And I love the pine tree more 2622|Than my true lover does; 2622|But I love him not! 2622|There's the red pine-tree, 2622|And it was a pine tree--plain-- 2622|But no pine in the forest here is. 2622|I love the pine tree! 2622|She is rounder, sturdier, 2622|Sourers, and sweetest songs, 2622|Kills time away 2622|With the sweetness of her words. 2622|Love me a month. 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I hear you singing? 2622|Sure I will, I will! 2622|You will make me say: "Now!" 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Come and make me merry. 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I hear your singing? 2622|Sure I shall, I will! 2622|You will ring a peal! 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I hear your singing? 2622|Sure I shall, I will! 2622|Love me half off! 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I sing the pine? 2622|Loose my hold, 2622|I'll sing no more, 2622|For he's as good as laid! 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I dare to say: "No? 2622|No! I dare not." 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I laugh in shame? 2622|Sure I shall, I will! 2622|If you love me, answer "Answer!" 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I dare to say: "But for her!" 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I say that I am proud? 2622|Sure I shall, I shall! 2622|Pine tree! pine tree! 2622|Shall I give myself to you? 2622|Sure I shall, I shall ======================================== SAMPLE 28780 ======================================== 1287|Who can this mighty thing unfold, 1287|To whom can the great power belong? 1287|He who can so clear a course unfold, 1287|He who can at once the future steer,-- 1287|He who can each thing manifest, 1287|And without any confusion, 1287|In full accordance with the times,-- 1287|I will in my boldness proclaim, 1287|Through all the vast dominions round, 1287|That HE, the God of Nature, is now arriving! 1287|From all the regions round me 1287|He descends to our own land; 1287|For there, he's well received by men, 1287|And well received by God himself. 1287|There, too, we're well received, 1287|For the Lord of life and life 1287|Furnishes so large a service, 1287|Of a kind that's ready made. 1287|The people we have now 1287|All our needs supply; 1287|Nor we should be content 1287|If we had more here. 1287|And here in our country's ancient city 1287|Our thoughts are so settled here 1287|We have found a good foundation, 1287|To build the house of life in; 1287|And it is the Lord of nature 1287|Who gives us His blessings here, 1287|To live and grow and be whole, 1287|And then die and rise from out, 1287|Of love and peace and love true. 1287|From the depths of His love 1287|We're learning every day, 1287|That He wills that we should rise 1287|To Him, and ascend to Him. 1287|As the clouds are the clouds of heaven; 1287|So the Lord is from earth. 1287|The earth is the earth, 1287|Still as it was before, 1287|Whilst above as it is, 1287|The mighty God is fathomless. 1287|If we but strive to know Him, 1287|By the power of His beauty, 1287|We have naught to dread and nothing to fear. 1287|From hence 'tis but fitting 1287|That we should ascend, 1287|Who in life would gladly 1287|Be ready to ascend. 1287|'Tis a glorious thought 1287|To have, while looking up, 1287|Thus contemplate 1287|We stand, we are, 1287|With all things in their strength. 1287|Thus, too, 'tis a very lofty thought; 1287|In it all our cares are ended; 1287|When, lo! the sky 1287|Is hid away, 1287|And all things are dissolved. 1287|In our eyes 1287|The clouds all fly, 1287|Since we look up, 1287|Till we see all 1287|Have fallen 1287|In the depth below. 1287|Then, 'tis a glorious thought, 1287|When we gaze here, 1287|That we are all-knowing, 1287|And can view 1287|The world around. 1287|Oh, what joy 1287|When all our fears are past, 1287|And in Him 1287|It is the life! 1287|So when we have gazed above 1287|To our heaven, 1287|With a joyful eye, 1287|Then we can view 1287|With a tranquil mind. 1287|If the time should come to us 1287|To gaze, and gaze on earth, 1287|Our hearts would, in a while, 1287|Incline with gladness all the more. 1287|To its highest, 1287|The most serene, 1287|So we can gaze, 1287|On yon 1287|Towering cloud, 1287|That, too, does all it can, 1287|From its height, 1287|So far above, 1287|And its glorious light 1287|Doth so cheer 1287|The world around? 1287|'Tis a glorious thought, 1287|When we gaze there; 1287|And, too, 'mid 1287|The firmament, 1287|Our eye is fixed on the gleam of the sun's glory. 1287| ======================================== SAMPLE 28790 ======================================== Abandoned by one's self; 41985|And when I heard the song of its own tears I wept, for of love and its deep 41985|In its last words, as it sank upon my heart, I said, 41985|"O, what could this mean? These empty eyes 41985|Must see this world in a new vision-- 41985|O how strange to me, what could this be"! 41985|I saw a dream was there as I stood, 41985|And a light shone through the window here; 41985|I heard a voice say, "O, sweet and fair, 41985|This is the place that I love to be here. 41985|I am not afraid, for I know 41985|The place has been my safest hold, 41985|O my loved lover!--I would fain stay; 41985|Still and still as a friend, but I go back. 41985|"I am not so loud, for I know 41985|That there is a light overhead, 41985|A light that my Love may see; 41985|And I will go with my darling on, 41985|And the little things of the world forget. 41985|"The little children go so fast-- 41985|They shall not see me more when they are gone; 41985|Though they should want to hush me to-night 41985|I will be patient and watch them well." 41985|Then he gave a last kiss on his brow; 41985|And he kissed me with a mighty will; 41985|And we parted as we must have done 41985|Among the graves that hold folk in sleep. 41985|He has lost his way for ever, 41985|And he shall not find it; 41985|For he has lost the way on which he is leaning. 41985|The sky is gray all round him, 41985|And the stars are falling one by one 41985|At the sound of his calling, 41985|And the forest is bright with their starry dyes. 41985|The sun has reached his home in the deep sky, 41985|And he'll give his darling 41985|The light for his calling, 41985|And the wind for its calling, 41985|And the forest for its calling, 41985|And the dawn shall ring with its calling loud. 41985|They will be no more foes to me-- 41985|I shall find them sweet and inviting; 41985|They will be for me 41985|Even more dear, for they stand for me; 41985|I shall not find them so much changed me at all 41985|That I will not love them any more. 41985|There was one that I loved, 41985|And she lived in a cottage near the river, 41985|But one thing they could not agree upon. 41985|And when they went to pawn their shares, 41985|She went to a convent, but I went to a mart, 41985|For she loved me so much, 41985|When she did not love me as much, 41985|That I might not love her as much: 41985|I did not love her as much 41985|As I did not love her once. 41985|And so they were reconciled, 41985|And so they lived in the shadow of the sun. 41985|But I have no faith to look at the sky, 41985|I have broken my faith in the dawn and the sun; 41985|For they will never be reconciled as they should be, 41985|And so they kept walking side by side with the moon. 41985|And if there was light in those eyes, 41985|It's the darkness that shines in a man's; 41985|And I can see not their faces no more, 41985|But I think of the shadows of them, 41985|As a mother looks at the faces of her children, 41985|And is not comforted, 41985|By the bright face of her children. 41985|How shall I live in the land of dreams? 41985|I shall eat and drink and go wandering, 41985|And I shall not have any joy of my own 41985|Except to hear the wind singing among the reeds 41985|And the river moving by 41985|In the quiet land of dreams. 41985|There is much in the world to-day, I think, 41985|Which few can love ======================================== SAMPLE 28800 ======================================== 1041|Or by the hand of the poet, 1041|And I to thee, 1041|And thee, and thee, and thee, again 1041|And o'er the sea of life, 1041|And o'er the sea of love, 1041|And o'er the joys of Heaven, 1041|And o'er the hope of thee, 1041|And o'er the love of God, 1041|And o'er the joy of thee, 1041|For me and for me alone 1041|The sea shall flow; 1041|And thy sweet name the sea shall be 1041|When all is o'er, 1041|And thy dear self shall be our prayer, 1041|And thy dear self shall be our bliss, 1041|And thou, the woman, be with me, 1041|And thou, the man, be mine 1041|In love, in bliss, in death. 1041|So we have lived and are loved in Heaven, 1041|So we love in our home, 1041|And all through the golden day 1041|We call to the old, to us, the old 1041|In the name of the old 1041|The old man's at rest; 1041|The old man's at rest. 1041|The night goes out like a dead light 1041|And the morning shows 1041|Like a gray looking-glass. 1041|The day is a new-wished candle 1041|In the darkness there; 1041|The night comes like a great white moth 1041|To the darkness, flying; 1041|The day is a new-wished candle 1041|In the darkness there. 1041|The mounds in the churchyard, the platters and the 1041|chamber pots, 1041|And the little old woman with the eyes like a 1041|wrought lamp, 1041|And the young men on their homeward ways, 1041|And the old woman standing there, 1041|With her eyes like castanets, 1041|And the candle light in her hands 1041|Like a florin bright, 1041|And the young men on their homeward ways, 1041|And the old woman standing there, 1041|With her eyes like castanets, 1041|And the candle light in her hands 1041|Like a florin bright. 1041|I remember the evening of life, 1041|And that old woman's smile, 1041|And the old man in his robe of gray, 1041|And the new man's gown red and clean. 1041|'Tis the year now sixty-five. 1041|We sat in the little reading-room 1041|All silent and alone, 1041|And the furniture was old-fashioned, 1041|And the lights were out. 1041|She asked me to write a letter, 1041|And I did as she bade. 1041|But as I wrote the letter I knew 1041|That something in me burned; 1041|And I knew that something in me stirred 1041|With the touch of a young heart, 1041|And I knew it was Time, and the old, old 1041|The same as ever I knew. 1041|I knew that something in me, a bird 1041|That flutters and flies, 1041|Was a little old woman's delight, 1041|And that Time was a kind, 1041|And the lamps burned at night like watches 1041|On the ceiling or wall. 1041|But if they burned like candles on a altar, 1041|I was one of the priests. 1041|And the lamp burned so dark, and the letter 1041|Burned so plain, 1041|That I trembled and moved my eyebrows 1041|Like shaking a dead candle. 1041|I looked at the lady and smiled, for she had 1041|No smile, and no smile could she have, 1041|But her eyes were blue as the morning, 1041|And her brow was white as the stream, 1041|And the words were writ in a smile that was like the 1041|hollowest sea. 1041|O the little old woman's hand was white, 1041|And she held the letter to me. 1041|She said it was good ======================================== SAMPLE 28810 ======================================== 2150|He gave the word and passed away. 2150|And the mighty Gods themselves, 2150|And Il's twin offspring, Thessaly, 2150|And the sun whose beams bequeath man and beast, 2150|Eurylochus, the old, 2150|And Polypheme, the young, 2150|And the earth, and air, and sea, and thunder, 2150|And their sons, Apollo, Thalestris, 2150|And the gods beside, 2150|Forgot the woes we bore, 2150|And in one last joy renewed, 2150|We sailed the sea and saw our fathers, 2150|We saw the land from which we sailed, 2150|The walls of Acre, that mark'd, 2150|In all the long ago, 2150|The royal abodes of Troy. 2150|We stood there in the midst of Troy, 2150|The walls, the gate, the temple, and the shrine, 2150|And saw the Gods from the Acrostic temple, 2150|That lay below, as if in deep sleep. 2150|With a great shout the people rose, 2150|And shouted, "O ye Greeks, rise up, 2150|The people hears, the people hears: 2150|The people has appointed you Seleucia's town, 2150|And she decrees your dwelling, sons of Greece." 2150|So they rose to go, on all sides they swept 2150|The crowd, and round them clung like vultures, each 2150|To other--they were all to one; 2150|And when they found the Acrostic round, 2150|Thus to the sacred men of Greece did they cry, 2150|Those who held up the sacred helm, and those 2150|Whom it enjoins to wear it. "Ye who rule 2150|The earth, and skies, and air, and waves, 2150|And all the gods that move in heaven's house: 2150|Hear our appeal before this God of thunder, 2150|Seleucia's godlike citizen; and hear us too; 2150|The people bids you Seleucia's town, 2150|And bids the helm be worn by all the race, 2150|And bids you be the sovereign of the land, 2150|The king of all the land, and of the sea, 2150|And of the air, and of thyself, O thou! 2150|"Ye may go forth with all your forces, 2150|To battle for your country's life, 2150|Nor be dismay'd, nor be dismay'd; for we 2150|Are the Achaeans, mighty bands, who wear 2150|The mighty helmet; and our name is might, 2150|Seleucia's name, and our glory is 2150|To bring the Achaeans to their home and theirs. 2150|"And you are young, and all are daring; 2150|And you, the princes, all are bold 2150|To call up crowds, and to employ 2150|Force, and force, and all their might 2150|To gain the cities, and the homes of Troy. 2150|Go, then, with all your strength, go forth, 2150|Forthwith, your courage and your daring 2150|To do the bidding of this Power Divine, 2150|Who in the midst of battle bears 2150|Our land, our country, and our hearts' desire, 2150|Till we ourselves be made to yield, perish, 2150|And sink as slaves of grief and war: 2150|"But thou, ye men of Greece, be wise, 2150|Lest though ye strike, and with the weapon strike, 2150|All Troy may perish, and ourselves be slaves, 2150|And perish by our sons. For ye are younger 2150|Than our great fathers, and have lost your might, 2150|And are but children, worshipp'd in the hall, 2150|And in the gates of war, and in the arms 2150|Of others that are older, greater, stronger 2150|Than ye. We too too were children growing, 2150|And our very spirits were fragile and young, 2150|As all the sons of godlike Hercules 2150|Sobbed under tyranny in Argos; 2150|But now, we ======================================== SAMPLE 28820 ======================================== 3023|Howe'er she loves him most that is, 3023|'Tis he himself doth hate it, I fear, 3023|And, like her, doth her sorrow show. 3023|(They look at each other.) 3023|They love! 3023|I love! 3023|I love! 3023|(They kiss each other.) 3023|What I love most in this great world is, 3023|But you and love of my own. 3023|That's a far different thing. 3023|I love you with that love of your own heart, 3023|And with the love of your dear lord. 3023|I am the wife! 3023|That I do, 3023|Of my own, with my own hand. 3023|What! you and me, 3023|But my own and yours? 3023|O what love is that, 3023|That's both the time and the season; 3023|When the sun is on the sea and the skies, 3023|And the first bird to the air has wing and song, 3023|'Twere no more 'twere marriage! 3023|The old and old are parents of our children. 3023|And I have seen, in a dream, a maid in her teens, 3023|Her cheeks like the blushes that rose at the first kiss. 3023|Then I thought I saw my own fair self, no less! 3023|'Twould have been heaven had I then been young! 3023|I knew what I said, as soon as I had caught 3023|That dream,--how beautiful in all its seeming! 3023|My very very eyesight did it reveal; 3023|It only required the sight to discover! 3023|It pleased me--we will take it all for a guess; 3023|You'll have your own liking, I know. 3023|A perfect guess! 3023|(She listens, as if dying.) 3023|You say you now remember me? I tell you, 3023|I am not the same woman I used to be; 3023|That, when you and I were married, you alone 3023|Begat a new pain I felt within me then. 3023|That pain, that my spouse I miss has never told. 3023|You do not see it as such, I do assure you. 3023|How could I be the same woman? Oh, but then, 3023|Forgive me! I should be now the same fool! 3023|My child! my child! my child! 3023|Oh, no, 3023|My child is with God, if you love her, 3023|And with your God I cannot differ. 3023|I know how to love her as my mistress, 3023|If I but win her's from her soul distilled; 3023|And still be mistress, and no mistake, 3023|For I must love her, or I have no woman. 3023|'Twould give my life-line two completely riven, 3023|It would prevent your husband betraying, 3023|For, if he were betrayed, then that man's wife 3023|Should be betrayed, too; no risk to be borne. 3023|You love the maiden, therefore speak thus freely; 3023|You have no other motive there, my child; 3023|How can we find solace, where we are placed? 3023|We have no home nor hope of consolation. 3023|Then tell me that! 3023|(She makes a desperate effort to speak; 3023|Mumbling something in Hebrew.) 3023|You have no mistress, 3023|But I must love her. 3023|If that were true! 3023|Then to love her is all. 3023|Ah! she had often said so. 3023|I wonder if her husband knew it too? 3023|She would have said it even in the grave. 3023|But, dear young man! 3023|I do not know your husband. 3023|A maiden loves her maid, her wife, 3023|When all is said well-done! 3023|(He goes out.) 3023|(Solemnly) 3023|Aye, I can't wait to see you again. 3023|I shall go now to my rest, as did we two. 3023|There ======================================== SAMPLE 28830 ======================================== 18500|His bonny lass, that he's wedded. 18500|The bonny lass that's wedded. 18500|A bonny lass, an open book, 18500|A light, jokin', bonny sma'; 18500|Till age an' heavins dark licht frae me, 18500|I sairly may be drivin'! 18500|O there's a lass o' genuine heart, 18500|Wha, when her gane, was a' alive, 18500|A weel-stocked shop in hoary Hyde, 18500|A bonny lass an a' a'. 18500|And there's a lass, in a' the war, 18500|Wha first was beguil'd and baul'd i' a' the diggin, 18500|An' sae she wept that a' was beguiled, 18500|She's a' the warld's crover eneugh. 18500|I'm fley'd that a' are baith beguil'd, 18500|And I'm mad that I'm baul'd as I can; 18500|An', though I were sober by a' the warld's cankening, 18500|I may hae drinkin awa. 18500|Tune--"_Fife an' ficht a gude omelette._" 18500|There's naething like a lassie, 18500|There's naething like a lassie; 18500|Though she be clad in mourning, 18500|Her siller hair it does please me, 18500|An' sae are her bonny e'e. 18500|Her bonny e'en sae redd's she, 18500|Her bonny e'en sae redd's she; 18500|Though youth, an' health, an' wealth were spent 18500|In wooin' ilka lammie ellie. 18500|There's naething like a lassie, 18500|There's naething like a lassie; 18500|Though her sweet e'en sae redd's she, 18500|There's mony a hang, there's mony a hing, 18500|That's ne'er a hangin' lassie. 18500|To market oft she rin, 18500|To market oft she rin; 18500|The carlines to the lasses gaed, 18500|To sell the apples a'. 18500|They're sune be danglin', an' danglin', 18500|They're sune be danglin' an' danglin', 18500|The lasses wha gat her han', 18500|The lasses wha gat her han'. 18500|A la for pity o' Christie heave, 18500|To sic a scene an' saucy, 18500|The lads o' a' the neuk wha were poor, 18500|Wad doo meagre service. 18500|The lads o' a' the neuk wha were poor, 18500|Wad doo meagre service. 18500|Then ilka lass hae staw'd an' sev'rin' 18500|Be her e'e be sae curst; 18500|A lassie bein' aboot hersel', 18500|It'll aye be just ilka mite. 18500|Then ilka lass hae staw'd an' sev'rin' 18500|Be her e'e be aboot hersel', 18500|The lads o' a' the neuk wha were poor 18500|Will doo the ilka lap. 18500|Then ilka lass hae staw'd an' sev'rin' 18500|Be her e'e be sev'rin' wha were poor, 18500|And wha'll buy her e'e? 18500|The lasses wha bide aft at hame, 18500|The lasses wha bide aft at hame, 18500|They'll pay, they'll pay ilka bit, 18500|A bit wi' their ilk teeth, 18500|The bit wi' their ilk teeth. 18500|The lasses wha sall be in a ======================================== SAMPLE 28840 ======================================== May he live whom my soul 37452|Hath longed for since it gave him life, 37452|His love, its life, its beauty. 37452|_Adorers and Martyrs._ 37452|_Eve._ O Love, how long since I have looked at thee, 37452|Eve, in the silent and the dark, 37452|O Love, in the shadow of thy veil - 37452|Hands clasping mine, clasping both! 37452|My feet to thy light are led on earth, 37452|Thy feet to my soul! 37452|_Adam._ For the man who looks 37452|At thee in silence shall see thee not, 37452|But he who looks with open eyes 37452|Shall see thee. 37452|_Eve._ (Aside.) 37452|O love, thou art too perfect to be sin, 37452|Too perfect to be love! 37452|_Adam._ Thine eye doth gaze, and yet looks far, 37452|Thy heart doth look, and yet beats far, 37452|The soul looks both, but looks only in. 37452|Thy soul looks only what it will. 37452|_Eve._ To me thy soul needs eyes, too,-- 37452|So perfect and clear for mine to see: 37452|The love which doth thy soul, then--the love 37452|Of that in thee which I will not see, 37452|(Though I should see as dearly as myself), 37452|Will sink deep in my heart--welling up and down 37452|And up and down. 37452|_Adam._ The soul will see 37452|A God-seen shape through earth's veil of air, 37452|Yet the body shall not see it. 37452|_Eve._ The soul will see 37452|Though earth be veil'd like hell. 37452|_Adam._ Yea, in the dark love, Adam, ye will see 37452|A God-seen shape. 37452|_Eve._ Ye will see 37452|The soul looking upward to the skies. 37452|_Adam._ The soul shall see 37452|The God-form of Earth, 37452|Shining from out the silent 37452|Vault of space. 37452|The soul shall see Thee-- 37452|Thee--the universe, 37452|The cosmos--the infinite 37452|Eternal will shine through, 37452|With a glory of awe 37452|Over the world for man 37452|Of the eyes that see. 37452|_Adam._ We shall see 37452|The soul looking upward to the stars, 37452|As it looks, now, under the veil, 37452|As the brows of love looks upward 37452|To the soul for the first time. 37452|_Eve._ For me, God, the soul shall gaze-- 37452|_Adam._ For thee the soul shall gaze, as of yore 37452|We gazed upward,-- 37452|Gaze--eyes the world shall gaze on-- 37452|And all the stars. 37452|_Eve._ For me 37452|The soul shall gaze toward the stars, 37452|Like the soul, now, till both worlds be 37452|As one within thy soul. 37452|The soul shall gaze outwardly 37452|On the worlds that look upon us, 37452|As of yore. 37452|_Adam._ ======================================== SAMPLE 28850 ======================================== 37649|"How I will not go!" he said, "nor yet return." 37649|And I was glad to go! but when the King did see 37649|The wretch, who seemed to have been bred 37649|Where'er his fancy strayed, the first word he said 37649|Was, "What does he do?" and then he shook his head; 37649|"I'll find out, first thing," he said, "and then try you." 37649|One of the women in the garden with a cup of tea, 37649|The others all were looking at her like to ask or cry, 37649|"Have you a husband still?" "I'm not so rich as women, be sure," 37649|"What do you think?" "I don't. I think I'd rather be deceived,-- 37649|I'm very much deceived by women." "There is one man," she said, 37649|"Who's quite enough a man to know, but very much deceived." 37649|"How rich you are!" "I never knew it came from me." 37649|"Don't tell me!" "No, I've no children. My husband lives; 37649|I don't want children--don't be scurvy;--but there's one 37649|Who has a wife, whom I regard as a very good chance." 37649|She smiled to see her own smile lighten so quickly, and in 37649|The moment he knew it she was smiling too. 37649|"Come here," she said, and pressed a rose-leaf against his cheek, 37649|"You've been so very merry lately,--you remember my face, 37649|My eyes that shone so brightly?"-- 37649|"No!" he laughed, "not I. I'm only fooling: I know no more." 37649|"You're going to be fooled by some woman at twenty-two,-- 37649|And I'm married, and I'm rich, and--you're scurvy? What a lay!" 37649|"And so am I," she said. "But come along." 37649|"Pray, do you think I'd have the heart to say,--" 37649|"Why, what are you talking about?" 37649|"And how would you know it was I had not come to woo? 37649|I know not the cause; and yet--there certainly must be one." 37649|"That's quite enough," she said,--"for my foolishness and folly--" 37649|"I see you're talking of the future. What of my own future? 37649|"You must have married the woman you want at the present moment." 37649|"That is so!" she answered, scornfully. "I've done!" 37649|"Didn't you know it?" he said. "Of course you did,--you hypocrite!" 37649|"Why, what? O'er and o'er. Come, help yourself." 37649|"Now, do not be so stubborn," she said, "and help yourself! 37649|I am not a hypocrite! I've the right! O, be contented! 37649|Be patient." 37649|"What for?" 37649|"O sir, you really think you're not in want of education? 37649|You--you should be learning to talk like us, rather! Learn Greek; 37649|And when you're an educated woman, you'll learn Latin and Greek; 37649|And why should you care if I learn Latin or Greek? I know 37649|That learning Latin will make me _better in the world of art;-- 37649|While you're playing with your dreams, of course you'll do it wrong, 37649|You hypocrite!" 37649|"Yes, what of that?" 37649|"What do you mean." She went on with more impatience. 37649|"Why, sir," he said, "you talk in that sort of way you ought; 37649|You've studied the law, and the classics, and the books; 37649|You've taken your course at the College of Physicians and Surgeons; 37649|You've studied the Bible, and know all its secrets there, 37649|And yet you are just like everything else, and just like men." 37649|"No, no, sir! I'm learning to study the art of life. 37649|There's too much of the world in my school-room ======================================== SAMPLE 28860 ======================================== 29378|Went round and asked, and asked again, 29378|Till all the village thought it best 29378|To let the dogs out once again. 29378|Now this was very wrong indeed, 29378|For dogs and catkins are so nice, 29378|As long as they have room to run: 29378|And children too, I understand, 29378|Can have their little houses too. 29378|There was a little man on the street, 29378|As pretty as a rose, 29378|But I'll not praise him, though he were my sire, 29378|If I were you. 29378|His dress was white, his face was clean, 29378|His clothes were blue and green; 29378|And you are white because you like so much to; 29378|And blue because it's the way you were laid. 29378|The door was only open two inches, 29378|But that was only two days old. 29378|We could not see the floor, we could not see 29378|The window where the grass grew tall and green, 29378|But we heard a song when the day was done 29378|Right over the garden-gate. 29378|We looked in the door, but all was still; 29378|We looked in the window, but the blue grass grew 29378|Along the lattice-grate. 29378|And never a bird but seemed to say, 29378|"The grass will be white till morning!" 29378|The grass grows tall, and the grass is green, 29378|The leaves on the wall are dry; 29378|But you, underneath the leaves, are white 29378|And look more like rag. 29378|Oh, it's only from these roots I can feel, 29378|Here, in my sleeve, 29378|A rose-gum, a white, red, and blue; 29378|But it is only from you I can hear 29378|The laugh of my mamma. 29378|I hear the soft click of the latch, 29378|The clink of the door, 29378|The sound of footsteps on the stair, 29378|The knock at the hall-door; 29378|But I see the picture in its glass, 29378|Of you, so fair and young, 29378|With the laughing eyes and the charming mouth, 29378|And the goggling eye. 29378|And that's the reason, behind the curtain here, 29378|Why I don't talk to the girl at the window. 29378|Yes, we all go home, my love and I, from school; 29378|And the bright clouds seem darker to-day. 29378|But the old clock in the corner speaks of hours 29378|We shall see no more. 29378|And we have left our late mother's heart behind, 29378|To which our baby's short fingers cling. 29378|The old clock, the blue, the happy clock, speaks right on, 29378|The rain is falling hard, and the rain is falling fast; 29378|But, oh! the rain will drop off, when the sun shines out, 29378|Till we shall meet again in the morning air. 29378|Old friends and true are we, who this day together 29378|With our black breeches leave the school, 29378|And go out on the pave-path with a white-throat 29378|Or a grasshopper to the harvest. 29378|Then, how we wish we could fall in with those 29378|We know are the dear ones on earth, 29378|For we'll rest a little, folded in one arm, 29378|And see the land and all its things. 29378|We, too, in our white breeches, go into the wood 29378|Behind the elm-shaded street, 29378|Where, over many a mouldering fire-place, 29378|In many a twilight lane and lane, 29378|We meet again once more with old companions-- 29378|The friends like those who played with us, 29378|When we were children at the wood. 29378|We are not the children that you think us 29378|Who play at home on the green, 29378|With feather-muffs and bows and shafts and pies 29378|And games for little boys to play. 29378|We are not the young ======================================== SAMPLE 28870 ======================================== 13650|Then, all in unison, 13650|The little monkeys clapped their hands, 13650|And every spirit 13650|With joy exercised his will 13650|For the great and the small, 13650|For small and great, 13650|In the glorious exercise. 13650|And now the sunshine is gone, 13650|And the twilight swiftly comes, 13650|And the dew is fading fast, 13650|So that only in dreams 13650|Do we know when the day 13650|Has come round to bed. 13650|We are weary and sleepy, 13650|And we long for the light; 13650|We would shut our eyes and dream, 13650|For the dreamer is sad, 13650|Who hath known the anguish and pain 13650|Whereof we have much to blame, 13650|Who hath worn the masquerade 13650|Of a wise and skillful prophet, 13650|And hath stood upon perjured grounds 13650|Before the face of evil power. 13650|But to us it were a great sin 13650|To murmur or to doubt. 13650|For, wake and come, the dreamer, 13650|Whom we called the fool were we: 13650|And it was we, not they, who caused 13650|The bitter years of torment 13650|When we dared to mock the prophet-- 13650|We who rebelled against him. 13650|We are tired, we are tired, 13650|And we long for the light; 13650|We would shut our eyes and dream, 13650|For the dreamer is sad, 13650|Who hath known the anguish and pain 13650|Whereof we have much to blame, 13650|Who hath worn the masquerade 13650|Of a wise and skillful prophet, 13650|And hath stood upon perjured grounds 13650|Before the face of evil power. 13650|Oh, the morning of the world, the joy and pride of man, 13650|Was born in a storm in a golden morning of June; 13650|And a soft wind from the South came giggling among pines, 13650|And the rose-red rose of the East was faintly flushed with day. 13650|And a sudden song burst forth--Oh, the wild, sweet song that springs 13650|From the heart of one who finds the earth so fair and bright, 13650|And who loves what the morning sings, and what the rose--and the 13650|So it was that the joy and pride of man were born, 13650|And a rapture of song was the birth of both; 13650|For there's nothing half so happy as infancy; 13650|And the joy and the pride that birth is in song, 13650|And the rose-red rose of the world is proudly reddened at length, 13650|With the glory of dawn at the heart of it all. 13650|For what are the flowers that grow in a thousand glens 13650|By the shores of a thousand streamlets, when half the clover 13650|Is a golden flower that the rose-red cheeks of summer tease, 13650|And half the lily is a bud like a dreaming dream? 13650|Oh, the joy and the pride of a child are born of delight, 13650|That joy and the pride are born of the heart, 13650|And the rose-red rose is the pride of the heart's desire, 13650|And the happy mind is the joy's pure birth--and the bud 13650|The bud of the lily's golden petals, and the dream 13650|The joy of the mind, that blooms for aye. 13650|So it was that joy and the pride of man were born, 13650|And a rapture of song was the birth of both; 13650|For there's nothing half so happy as infancy, 13650|And the joy and the pride are born of the heart, 13650|And the rose-red rose of the world is proudly reddened at length, 13650|With the glory of dawn at the heart of it all. 13650|Then be wroth because thou art happy, I say; 13650|For the joy is the glory and pride the joy is the pride, 13650|And the rose-red rose is the pride of the mind's desire, 13650|And the pale-blue of the world is the glory thereunto: 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 28880 ======================================== 1304|That we may rise, and reach the sky! 1304|And sing, all glorious in the dawn 1304|(And see in the West grow bright), 1304|Songs that the Nightingale can chant-- 1304|'Blythe Bessie, blythe gude-niece', 1304|With "Bleyr Dadi" round her mouth. 1304|I send my love and peace-- 1304|She'll answer ere on morrow, 1304|And a new love in a new moon! 1304|A new love in a new moon! 1304|They tell me that love is king, 1304|And that love is the only good. 1304|But ah, alas, for lovers' ear! 1304|The king is a broken reminiscence. 1304|She tells me he never can love me more, 1304|Or love me more--the world will soon end! 1304|For lovers' ear is much like heart, 1304|And heart, for lovers' ear is like hell. 1304|I hear a song, it is the tune of a bard 1304|Whom the world must not leave unloved; 1304|But who may, without weeping, sing it? 1304|The song of a bard is the song of the dead. 1304|I hear a voice sing "I love," 1304|And think 'tis "I love but as the wind doth breathe 1304|"I love, I love!" 1304|I cannot find it true. 1304|To hear it made my love depart: 1304|It was too sweet, too fair a voice indeed 1304|To make the dead, with their memories weep. 1304|Who shall say if there been aught of truth 1304|In the words of lovers' lips or eyes? 1304|I know there cannot be, though many dare 1304|Tread their proud feet upon my grave till they 1304|Run the red stars on a moon, to show 1304|If aught can die so high, that it is breath. 1304|I know, but as they go, I shall not see, 1304|I shall not say 1304|There may not be that one deep hour of peace 1304|The long, long nights make for the stars which shine; 1304|But I shall say 1304|The little word, the song of a love so dead! 1304|I will go back to how the sea 1304|Lies in pain stretched out full length, 1304|Filling the open spaces where the ships went by. 1304|Heaped high with coral, heaped, heaped, 1304|With things that might be broken soon, 1304|They stretch beyond all pain or dream: 1304|Heaped high with their deserted freight-- 1304|The sunken ships, all light and still. 1304|Yet, if he lay down at last, when life is done, 1304|And he may dream once more, 'tis as well, 1304|That they may sleep once more and he may wake! 1304|Till in some way of the distant day, 1304|In a new garden of the sun, 1304|Sobbing in his joy, he wake 1304|And dream--O wish!--and hear once more 1304|The sea's great voice in his ears. 1304|In that garden, and through many a face 1304|That comes to me now dead and gone-- 1304|The little ones they have grown up wise-- 1304|And the good ones too shall they 1304|And know and listen to a far-off song 1304|Singing on an old-world tree: 1304|And many a little hand beneath the branch 1304|Will rock for me the many-twining word-- 1304|Sobbing--sobbing--sobbing onward to the end. 1304|But now the long night has come, 1304|And night lingers where we were; 1304|I do remember a face that smiles, 1304|And an eye that smiles, and a hand that holds. 1304|I know where the old roads are, 1304|And the old roses in the dew 1304|And the old wind, that came and went, 1304|And the old trees I loved long since. 1304|And where my heart would sometimes ======================================== SAMPLE 28890 ======================================== 13167|But if your heart could know 13167|How love and grief are fraught 13167|And that the man in love 13167|Must also be a man! 13167|A good man, even 13167|When he's in love! 13167|When the world looks cold 13167|He is always kind, 13167|He takes the frost so 13167|He who loves must dare 13167|Climb deep for tears; 13167|When we know we love 13167|All that we can 13167|We are always glad 13167|When he's happy near: 13167|I never saw 13167|Such a lad as he,-- 13167|His thoughts were far 13167|From the cares that mar, 13167|And the joys that sting. 13167|I wish that I could know a gent 13167|Such an honest man as John was. 13167|His life was like a picture, none but he! 13167|All that ever by my fancy fell; 13167|I could almost paint the feeling there, 13167|His eyes are rounder than a tree! 13167|So we lived there, as lovers, side by side 13167|Till I got the luck to lose my youth, 13167|But he was still the lad that was my son, 13167|Till one day, when I was out at sea, 13167|John said, "My lad's the one; 13167|I'll tell the other one. 13167|Our son's a budding poet." 13167|So what do I care if he's born a pimp! 13167|That's what I said yesterday. 13167|I only say I'd rather see him die 13167|Then lose him, and have just to kiss his grave; 13167|Then we'd part, and when we met I might 13167|Be really pleased, while he'd just look at me 13167|And smile, and I should be all the happier! 13167|I do not know who I'd marry, I suppose! 13167|And I do not know how they'd ever manage, 13167|Unless you fancy the world is gay and fair: 13167|I should not mind the marriage if I could, 13167|Because I'm sure there'd always some one for me. 13167|I have been told, so it seems to me, 13167|The world is full of fickle fawns: 13167|But what is that, though the world may be 13167|Full of good works, yet if you will, 13167|We can find nothing fickle there! 13167|That's very true, but I have found 13167|I have a better reason why; 13167|So I won't say more, or anything, 13167|About my dear girl's grave, 13167|For before I give the thing my vote, 13167|I've got a question to ask 13167|You, dear boy, and you must decide for me-- 13167|Is it a man, or God?" 13167|"O what, old man, is there any use 13167|In wasting good things for nothing? 13167|I'm sorry to hear things could be so, 13167|But I would not make my vote about 13167|A man or God; for I would rather 13167|That he should be a man, or die. 13167|"That's the reason I am so intent 13167|To marry my neighbour's daughter; 13167|Though she is very kind, and kind of heart, 13167|And in the way of all her life; 13167|But I don't like her either to you or to men; 13167|For when I think about it, 13167|I really can't decide which is best, 13167|So you must settle for either." 13167|"O how could you, old man, go thinking 13167|Of saying nothing when you know 13167|That you should not say nothing when 13167|You really might say something? 13167|I can't say nothing any more 13167|About the weather or the day; 13167|But I wish that he would look in on my grave 13167|And say if he should find 13167|If it would save any grief to say 13167|That it was God that sent the bullet; 13167|I would take out the same in prose or verse, ======================================== SAMPLE 28900 ======================================== 1365|And the first night of the week was cool, 1365|The day was wet with the night, 1365|That I was not on my guard again. 1365|In the warm and soft breezes soft 1365|I drifted away from sight, 1365|And I was alone with my heart, 1365|For there could be nothing to fear, 1365|In the dark and chilly hours. 1365|One by one the lights were lit, 1365|And the day was dying away, 1365|That I felt that I could not lie, 1365|Though I sought in vain to hide. 1365|And once the night was only near, 1365|And only a cloud brooded in the sky, 1365|And the world was silent and cold, 1365|And I felt a coldness overcast 1365|In the quiet of my soul. 1365|And I turned and knew that in me 1365|Life and life alone was lonely stillest, 1365|While I was the only thing abroad, 1365|In the quiet of my soul. 1365|Thou the one with the heavenly eyes, 1365|Deep with the deep and dreamy blue, 1365|Thou that wouldst give to all desire 1365|More of life's truth and beauty, more, 1365|More of love's sweet rapture, more, 1365|Thou that art both heaven and hell, 1365|I love them all, but I adore, 1365|I worship all, but I adore, 1365|Thou the all, and thou the one; 1365|The man and woman and child, 1365|The maid and slave and monarch, 1365|The child alone who loves thee. 1365|The light is burning blue upon my door; 1365|I did not hear the rain fall, 1365|I did not see the leaves go down, 1365|Or the white street in the street of the land 1365|Lighted with its lamps of green, 1365|Like a green leaf in a May moon's sky. 1365|I am content, O Master, content 1365|To be here, and to be glad, 1365|As here I have been evermore 1365|Being content, O Master; 1365|All that thou saidst to me here above 1365|Were full of thy contentment, 1365|And still I have heard the voice of thy praise 1365|Roll, and to my lips this silence ring, 1365|"A Psalm for thee!" 1365|On the roof is no more silence 1365|Than was on Jesus' birth-day, 1365|For the angels are praising now 1365|The one He is to save, 1365|And Earth is singing with them 1365|As it sang of old, 1365|With a new grace overpassing 1365|All her old sins. 1365|The old sins have all been set aside, 1365|They are cast out with Jesus, 1365|The new grace now is overpassing 1365|All of theirs, and they 1365|Sing with a greater contentment 1365|And a greater joy 1365|Till the time when he shall return 1365|Shall be come with them again, 1365|With a new name and light, 1365|The King, the King of Kings, that cometh 1365|To judge all the nations, 1365|Comforteth the weak, comforts the strong, 1365|And comforteth the poor; 1365|The saints are gathered now at his throne, 1365|For the holy angels 1365|Heareth their song of him, and they sing 1365|His praise in a greater tone, 1365|He shall be judge of all flesh, and judge ye; 1365|Behold, the king is come, the Saviour, to give judgment to men. 1365|He shall reconcile the nations; 1365|He shall destroy the towers of Saul, 1365|And deliver Jerusalem, 1365|And lead us into the hills. 1365|He shall save the world of his atoning death, 1365|And set us on the precipice of life, 1365|That with the cross we may keep the way between, 1365|And, though we be lost or even dead, be not afraid to die. 1365|Behold, the ======================================== SAMPLE 28910 ======================================== 12286|To us the true and living Light, 12286|And the true Man's right to live. 12286|Then come, let us go,--for what ails thee, 12286|Sister dear? how look'st thou to the glass? 12286|The gazer will not wonder then, 12286|Thou of the very eyes, 12286|How fair art thou, how fair to see 12286|The tints pass by! 12286|How fair to see the tints thus glide 12286|On the glass! 12286|How fair they look to me! fair they 12286|As any glass, 12286|Or like unto the tints of glass 12286|They seem. 12286|From the bottom of this glass 12286|All things look down; 12286|From yonder little sunflower 12286|All the little dews drop down; 12286|So the dews drop down; 12286|The leaves on the right hand of God 12286|Do build their domes, 12286|And on the left hand of God 12286|Their domes are many. 12286|God walks upon the water 12286|With Mary still; 12286|And all His marvellous love 12286|Is in their eyes. 12286|The tints on the glass divide 12286|Into their various nooks, 12286|Thus they do divide, 12286|Into divers divers divers 12286|Pierious ends. 12286|The love-light on two browes of snow 12286|Doth warm a heart that's cold; 12286|And in that bright and mighty glass 12286|Standeth God and love, 12286|In form of man and woman, 12286|God and woman seen. 12286|The love-light on two eyes of blue 12286|Doth burn a heart that's sad; 12286|And in that pure and striking glass 12286|Standeth God and love, 12286|In shape of man and woman, 12286|God and sadder shape. 12286|The love-ray on two brows of snow 12286|Are like two lips of love; 12286|And in that bright and mighty glass 12286|Standeth God and love, 12286|In form of woman and man, 12286|God and lips of love. 12286|The tints on the glass divide 12286|Into their various parts; 12286|Thus do they divide 12286|Into their various parts 12286|And go their ways. 12286|The love-ray on two eyes of blue 12286|Doth make a heart at peace; 12286|And in that bright and mighty glass 12286|Standeth God and peace, 12286|In shape as of sea-shell and shell 12286|The love-ray stands, 12286|And sweet sea-shells are there. 12286|What ails ye, lads, that thus 12286|Mock the poor man, ye that have toil'd 12286|To bring forth the Bread of Lares? 12286|Ye shall not get from us: 12286|Nor what we bring in return 12286|But the bitter salt which ye have ta'en 12286|From that great and rich ocean 12286|On which your ship's bowsprit rides. 12286|The Master who keeps this wheel 12286|Shall never cast you a mean compliment. 12286|There is no man under heaven 12286|But hath some little part 12286|Of Earth in his dominion, whose mere being knows 12286|The worth of that sweet savour; and whose hearty hand 12286|To this sweet savour gives gladness as a food, 12286|And makes his whole being glad. 12286|His little part is but the foot, 12286|His greatest bliss this pleasant air. 12286|I was not seeking you, 12286|I found you; and the joyous noise 12286|Of my glad voice was a joyous sound 12286|A little louder than before. 12286|And though they say the birds fly fast, 12286|Yet I did hear your song, 12286|And joy swelled in my breast above 12286|Its wonted height; and I did rise 12286|From my deep slumber, and go forth, 12286|Where the hills call and worship and sing ======================================== SAMPLE 28920 ======================================== 29357|And now--what made me cry?--it's no use to argue, 29357|For they will leave us, with a shout and a shout, 29357|And the next thing under the sun is to find out what they're at. 29357|It's very queer, the way the lilies swing, 29357|On the grass as if they were leaning up to grow 29357|To greet the sun's approaching ray, 29357|And when they feel the gentle, friendly breeze 29357|Of summer through the air their leaves all unfold. 29357|I can't help thinking of the way they used to swing, 29357|When the sun, as it was climbing the broad hill-side, 29357|Had caught a small leaf just as it was best going to bloom, 29357|And hung it down to dry, and the breeze, just as gay, 29357|Was out to capture, and soon had brought them dry. 29357|The sun he set at its very best, 29357|And the lilies went down to their death; 29357|But they had been made to-day, for the lily 29357|That leans out so proud looks on the sun shall be 29357|His own little triumph, when it comes to the hill! 29357|For he looked from the hill so cold, 29357|To the far-away, till he was warmed, 29357|And when he looked back, he knew 29357|That the sun, and the lily must be 29357|The triumph of the winter of him. 29357|And the lily will be there and he, 29357|While the grasshopper, and the mocking bird 29357|For his little triumph shall be gone. 29357|Now, dear little children, see how they 29357|Make all this happyness and sound 29357|In the light they shed upon the hill, 29357|Till, like a little snowflake, 29357|It melts into the sunshine. 29357|Now, dear little girls, be glad you have 29357|A mother to send you home again, 29357|And see that your hair is still 29357|So white; and if your knees once more move, 29357|Pray say you are happy to be home. 29357|_From "The Kids, or the Kids that Could; 29357|with an Introduction by 29357|MILTON, BROTHERS and other Poetists, 29357|and the Children of a later Age_ 29357|"_O my heart, in thy sweet slumbers deep. 29357|Let me hear thee beat._" 29357|The little birds at twilight 29357|Have found their nest, and the little stars 29357|Above are shining: the sky is full of love; 29357|In the cool and silent night-time the great sea 29357|Gives no sweet sound, but sings all sorrowing, 29357|And his great, drowsy arm is stretched out o'er the sea. 29357|Now the world's great bell of joy, 29357|Its rhythmic, ringing sound 29357|From north to south, from east to west, 29357|Comes floating on the evening breeze, 29357|In the sweet and sorrowful night, 29357|And wavers in the darkening room, 29357|Like a little child that trembles 29357|Before his mother's breast. 29357|But the bell of joy's delight, 29357|How softly, lightly dies again! 29357|'Tis a bell that the night can move, 29357|As a mother can, or as a mother can, 29357|To her little, dancing, jumping, leaping child; 29357|It is sad that thy heart, 29357|By the soundless tones of the noon is startled: 29357|'Tis a great bell for the mother's ear, 29357|When she hears and she fears. 29357|So, with every play of the bell 29357|We know that the hour is dreary,-- 29357|Yet the night has not so many months to come, 29357|Nor hath the day so many hours of noon,-- 29357|So we have the bells to say 29357|That the season of sorrow is breaking, 29357|And life is so very dreary, 29357|It cannot stay! 29357|'Tis a bell that every child shall own, ======================================== SAMPLE 28930 ======================================== 5185|When in his ears the wondrous song 5185|Of Pohyola's golden lyre 5185|Blew like a wintry wind in air 5185|From his enchanted harp-strings, 5185|Straightway the father-devil 5185|To his sons touched with magic 5185|With his left foot turned aside, 5185|Touched the portal of the Court-gates, 5185|Speaks these words in magic accents: 5185|"Come ye either here or thither, 5185|Let us seek our home and country, 5185|In these walls which greet the storm-winds, 5185|In these chambers famed for song-renown; 5185|Hark to the magic words I say!" 5185|Straightway hastens to the court-rooms, 5185|Hastens one day and locates 5185|Where the Minnehaha sings 5185|Songs in Pohjola's halls and chambers, 5185|Where the Wainola maidens sing 5185|Songs of magic importunities; 5185|Straightway enters like a shadow, 5185|Like a fellow-creature goes he, 5185|Like a second father-in-law, 5185|Hastens through the rooms and chambers 5185|To the Minnehaha-playhouse, 5185|To the chambers of the silken lace, 5185|Speaks these words to Pohya's offspring: 5185|"Come ye here, my children, or bide 5185|In the Court-room waiting for you; 5185|In these chambers I prepare 5185|For ye songs and songs of evil! 5185|Hark to the words I bring to thee!" 5185|Quick the younger children toddle, 5185|All the merry daughters toddle, 5185|All the merry sons-children stand 5185|Waiting for their father's coming. 5185|Beautiful the days of Stevenson, 5185|Sweet the summer morn of Lempo, 5185|Sweet the evening Hiasina; 5185|Sweet the nectar-sweet Chamomilla; 5185|Sweet the odors of Hopi; 5185|Quick the silken Shallikin, 5185|Quick the Delio kantele, 5185|Quick the Tiborny-flaxen pins 5185|Storing straw for Pohya-women, 5185|For their summer storings, bands, 5185|Furnishing rafts and boats, 5185|Trap-rails and billets for fishing, 5185|Slinging of the catch for swinging, 5185|Boasting of the fishes caught, 5185|Of the thousand thou hadst dreamed. 5185|Quick the elder men and women 5185|Draw the nets and line the water, 5185|Line the water-cliffs and spaces, 5185|Line the crags with fishing-threads; 5185|Often look upon the fishes, 5185|Often mark the treasures hoarded, 5185|Hear the Sampo full of legends, 5185|Of the fish from far Wainola, 5185|Hidden there in darkness dim, 5185|Wonder and marvel more. 5185|Often look within the treasures, 5185|Look within the haghma-treasures, 5185|How and where these treasures might be, 5185|How the players might have gone rowing. 5185|Often while the reflections 5185|Of the moon and sunset fill me, 5185|Wheel I win the whirling circles, 5185|Wheel in sequence as commanded. 5185|Many the treasures I have gathered, 5185|Many the legends I tell thee, 5185|Many the fish I've caught and saved 5185|Lying chains in many a sea-farthing, 5185|Sunny-colored nets in many a sea-cave. 5185|This the manner of my living: 5185|Quiet all the days of fasting, 5185|Only speak in gentle accents, 5185|Called "Iaffio," then disregard me; 5185|When my fasts the hair are over, 5185|Bring the white-man's targe of copper, 5185|When the time of fishing approaching, 5185|Do not wait for a response; 5185|Wait but, intent and attentive ======================================== SAMPLE 28940 ======================================== 28591|The hour of sleep before us. 28591|Let thy voice be on my heart, 28591|For the stars may stay the rain, 28591|And thy footsteps tread on high 28591|The threshold of the sky. 28591|Let thy heart be with me now, 28591|For in life's last summertime 28591|The grass is green and sweet; 28591|There is talk of the old times, 28591|There is music of the past, 28591|There are visions of the dark, 28591|There are loves that must be done, 28591|There are lives to be redeemed, 28591|There is hope and peace with thee. 28591|Weep not for him who is dead; 28591|Let the world weep, but stand & sing for him, 28591|Let nothing stay his steps but God, 28591|Let nothing dim the vision of his eyes, 28591|Let nothing frighten him, but God. 28591|Who knoweth the secret of thy heart? 28591|I know what thou wouldst ask of me: 28591|How art thou risen? by what power 28591|Dost thou make the day bright? 28591|How art thou blest? by what charm 28591|Didst thou go beyond the night? 28591|Who knows, but He who hath made thee free 28591|May wipe away thy tears. 28591|Lord, if thou wouldst; if I would I would 28591|And not for gold or power or fame. 28591|But for thy love that makes my life a shrine, 28591|O Lord, I should not fear to die; 28591|For I would rather trust Thee than my will, 28591|Than riches, power, or fame. 28591|God makes us love each other as the sun 28591|Makes night. 28591|God makes us to each other all his care, 28591|And every joy he gives him so to take. 28591|Lord, if for a moment thou wouldst hear 28591|One little prayer for our deliverance, 28591|Bid me be glad as thou wilt be forever, 28591|But, when the season is come to die, 28591|Make me not only glad, but toil. 28591|I dare not ask for a wish, 28591|Or a sight of a friend, 28591|If I had my will or not, 28591|To wish a blessing. 28591|I dare not ask God to heal, 28591|Or him to fill my need; 28591|I would not beg him to keep 28591|My soul in light. 28591|I dare not hope for reward; 28591|I have no other treasure. 28591|God cares for all I have and love. 28591|God loves me when I feel His love, 28591|And all that I am near. 28591|And when my soul has left his sight, 28591|And from this life is thrown, 28591|I look to my friend, and ask for His 28591|Gift of faith to go. 28591|If one can live his life and be content 28591|Not only with what God gives him, but the good 28591|And pleasant things and comforts that he sees, 28591|'Tis a great thing to have lived the life of worth. 28591|If man has not the vision and the skill 28591|To be content with what his life contains, 28591|He'll live as the caged bird, which all day long 28591|Sings and seeks for the sun, but cannot find. 28591|There's not much land to stand upon, 28591|So I'm just a cagey gardener, 28591|I have not time to pluck 28591|The blooms that I'm growing; 28591|And when I am not picking 28591|There's not much room outside. 28591|I'm just a gardener working, 28591|Working night and day, 28591|But when I'm not working, 28591|I'm just a cagey gardener. 28591|I think I am just as happy 28591|As a lark that sings in the sun; 28591|My joy is always just the same, 28591|As it ever has been. 28591|I'm just as happy as a lark, 28591|For ======================================== SAMPLE 28950 ======================================== 1304|Sleeping Beauty, sweetly dreaming, 1304|She, where, on the wild, smooth lake, 1304|Lying shadowed and serene, 1304|Hides all her snowy neck. 1304|Sleep, sleep, the fair one beautiful, 1304|With her rosy lips of wine, 1304|Sleep, sleep; and hear with his voice, 1304|Great Jove, his aryan warblings, 1304|On his golden reed, 1304|Rending limb and flower apart, 1304|Sound his own wild music, 1304|Warbling his music there. 1304|Sleep, sleep, the fair one beautiful, 1304|With her rosy neck of wine, 1304|Sleep, sleep; and heed with her ear 1304|His lute's soft music, 1304|On her lute of ouzel hair 1304|Sounds his epic warblings; 1304|On his glorious warblings 1304|Thrilling his epic praise, 1304|Warbling his epic praise 1304|Sleep, sleep, and wake in time 1304|The god of war, mighty Jove, 1304|The flaming warbled there. 1304|The fair ones, weeping and wailing, 1304|With trembling lute and lids still streaming, 1304|See their God, the blest Creator, 1304|Hear his warblings ringing. 1304|Oft and oft, the blushing fair one, 1304|Alone among the blushing fair ones, 1304|As they pass her by in the gloaming, 1304|Sees afar what praise they sing, what praise; 1304|Parks as in a dream her wondering, 1304|Listening, and lists with rapture tasting, 1304|Her glorious native valleys. 1304|Parks, where gleams the sweet, the amiable, 1304|All the dear blue skies above her, 1304|In her gloaming, her valley-haunts, 1304|Her native valleys;--in her gloating, 1304|Gladdens her mind with amiable rapture tasting 1304|The gloaming, her valley-haunts. 1304|She walks the banks, where silvery fishes 1304|Loom and glide in azure air; 1304|And all her lovely spirits thrill and throng, 1304|In the blue sky above her. 1304|The air is clear, and fresh, and bright, 1304|Breathing fragrant mists of bloom; 1304|The air is clear, and fresh, and bright, 1304|Bending every light charm up; 1304|For the sun has risen, oh, so soon, 1304|That he showers every day charm from his bow, 1304|Up to the brow of the fair one. 1304|Pardon, lovely creature, the earth doth banish 1304|What is but a dream of her beauty! 1304|Let this be the plea, pardon her, innocent, 1304|In the blue sky above her. 1304|What is this leaf that, leaning so coldly, 1304|Spreads its slender length before me? 1304|What is this bough that, from the green and yellowing 1304|Shadows, in soft green and yellowing, 1304|Glances so coldly, a moment since? 1304|What is this gourd, brown, yellow, and glossy, 1304|Stiffly clung with silver yew? 1304|Can it be a heron--can it be a heron? 1304|Or hast thou a heron for thy bird? 1304|Or a peacock, that in the greenwood glisten 1304|Where the dew-drest leaves are sheen? 1304|Or a quail, that, fresh from the spray it flutter, 1304|Flutter, flutter, flutter clear? 1304|Or a pied breed, with each hair a feather, 1304|Flinging, flinging, their wings all outspread? 1304|To the earth and seaward, and high in the air, 1304|Like the billows' foam they float. 1304|From their throats the cry runs, the cry of misery, 1304|The cry of woe, the echo of death; 1304|But no ======================================== SAMPLE 28960 ======================================== 1304|Away ye sages! away ye mourners! 1304|Why mourn? why yearn for home? Ah! why seek 1304|The forbidden fruit? The tree is fair, 1304|Yet can nothing please us the while 1304|We have it. Ye have our love; rejoice, 1304|And fill your cups and take your fill; 1304|O give us some more of that divine 1304|Pure fruit which makes the soul divine. 1304|Thou glorious Sun, whose beams so long 1304|We knew, now hide their splendour still. 1304|Hush, hush! be still, be not heard: 1304|O give me rest, give me still no more 1304|Whirling my wheels but to the end. 1304|The wind is gone, now cannot blow 1304|The garment from my body twine; 1304|O gentle, sad Blackbird, say 1304|Dwell on, sweet bird, and I will sing 1304|And sing and sing 1304|This very minute,--or till I die,-- 1304|Sweet Wind, cease from your perpetual sigh. 1304|The Sun now sets, and with him goes 1304|The Moon, to fair and living wave-- 1304|O gentle, sad Blackbird, say 1304|Dwell on, sweet bird, and I will guide 1304|Thenceforth thy wandering feet remain. 1304|So ends my dying Harvest-verse. 1304|THE Wind on the River Morn arose, 1304|Thy gentle tread disturbed not its sleep, 1304|But o'er its sable hull a gloom 1304|Of amber light bestrewn. O'erflow'd 1304|Their waters with a mighty bound, 1304|And like a dream swept by them cast 1304|A silver glory on the sea. 1304|I saw the Moon, as up they rode 1304|With one sun's glory round them roll'd. 1304|The water shone,--but Moon, with frown 1304|And dark contempt in her fierce fierce eye, 1304|Still read my thoughts as they came in. 1304|No smile from her was wanting still, 1304|But calm, and sad, and deep as grief. 1304|The Wind it blew,--it blew a blaze, 1304|The River cast a lake; the Sea 1304|Was drowsy as an empty nest; 1304|The Sun was sinking; and a Moon 1304|Tranced by night, for still she seem'd to be 1304|Still looking up at Heaven through tears. 1304|From the dark Shore a silent speck 1304|Was made, as if the Ship had fall'n 1304|With mighty anchor on a rock, 1304|In that sea dim, but God's own Light 1304|Stream'd o'er its sides from all that deep. 1304|'Twas but a mist; for now 'twas night, 1304|And like a cloud, which gathers and disperses, 1304|Through the black wave came sweeping up 1304|The silver sail and rigg'd trim o'er all. 1304|Then, as I thought, in that dark Bay 1304|Some craft of human-kindly craft 1304|Had fallen;--then to that great Sun 1304|I turn'd, with heart, and knew the same; 1304|And on each other's Nebil looked, 1304|And felt that we grew human too; 1304|Then as we past with silent pace, 1304|Between us--till the sun was gone-- 1304|HERE we touch'd; the moon, that rose, 1304|Light'd her little finger on the prow 1304|Of that strange Ship--to which God sent 1304|His prophet, to fore-tell her fate! 1304|And on that ancient prow there stood 1304|Two lofty Nymphs, by the Sun's bright hand 1304|First fondly lov'd, and then discomfited; 1304|Of the pure East their glory seem'd, 1304|Their arms the purple of the ocean dress'd; 1304|Each had shew'd a lovely Child, 1304|And each was come to tell her Love 1304|To the Sun-Gods, that hid themselves in earth! 1304|Now all is done, when all has gone, ======================================== SAMPLE 28970 ======================================== 4272|On a far hill and its shades, 4272|The hills are ever dark: 4272|The woods are wild and faint, 4272|The tempests rave on high, 4272|And with a wilder sound 4272|Than thunder when it raves, 4272|The storm winds make of th' heart 4272|A dull, dull noise: 4272|The woodlands' shadows fall 4272|O'er the clear spring of song, 4272|Upon the sunny hills 4272|Of the heart of me. 4272|In every wood and plain 4272|The cuckoo calls at night 4272|With his deep note and hoary crest 4272|Above the rushing blast: 4272|Above the darkling glen 4272|The lone robin clangs his tongue 4272|In sad foreboding tone 4272|Of all that sorrows bring, 4272|For I am left alone. 4272|And, though the sun have set, 4272|And the shades that still are shed, 4272|From forest, steep, and lea, 4272|And lake and streamlet grey, 4272|The sad forebodings bring, 4272|Of storm, and dark, and chill, 4272|And the dire shadowing of doom, 4272|And the last parting breath 4272|From the dear, departed dead. 4272|But, oh! no voice from the breast 4272|Of my dear love, O yet once more, 4272|My heart with joy and rapture fills; 4272|As I follow the wayshapers through the street, 4272|Who carry white bread, not flesh and blood: 4272|They have brought me bread and wine,--when their lord 4272|Takes it in his hand and goes to rest, 4272|And they say, "We bless thee, lord:" 4272|Then I call on God to give me this. 4272|For bread and wine, O, take me now, 4272|For bread and wine, my dearest lord, 4272|For bread and wine, till I have gone 4272|Through all the world's life and its strife, 4272|And come to thee, O lord, and found 4272|No help within thy holy hands. 4272|But when thy servant must not eat, 4272|And thou hast no other altars rear, 4272|Then, till his days are ripe for prayer, 4272|Thy servant needs bread not bloody. 4272|Yet wouldst thou know, if thou wouldst hope, 4272|I had a better heart than yours. 4272|I heard a lady in her prime 4272|Sing so of love the world through, 4272|That she, in love's purest guise, 4272|Had made her songs, and they could not die. 4272|She, like a true-born sibyl bright, 4272|Whose soul yet felt the light from heaven, 4272|And all the mystery thereof 4272|Her eyes could read from morn to day, 4272|Had held the world in her light-wrapper, 4272|Her song was of the good, the true, 4272|The beautiful, the true-gifted. 4272|She seemed to hear, without regret 4272|Those notes, and sang them over and over: - 4272|"Alas! it has long since been, 4272|How long, alas! has sped our time! 4272|What were the world for but a dream? 4272|And who might dare to tell my pain, 4272|If he did not dream of my love? 4272|And who would dream, but dream I was dead, 4272|If none dream but my love in his breast?" 4272|To be still, and not to weep-- 4272|That is true sorrow--be still 4272|Thou art not, heart, to us 4272|What thou art, nor know 4272|The change that thou must bring. 4272|Thou hast a hidden stain, 4272|Thy soul a prayer forgone, 4272|Yet in the heart no fault, 4272|If we alone could weep. 4272|O Thou, to whom we all would pray, 4272|Dear God, that we might do 4272|Our part; 'twas worth it then ======================================== SAMPLE 28980 ======================================== 19226|And then, when all's done, 19226|And each and every star 19226|Drops on the ground, 19226|The old, old story--"Come, come, come!" 19226|Oh, if some one says, "It's nothing new!" 19226|Oh, if some one says, "It's nothing new!" 19226|I know I'll say, with a will, "It is!" 19226|With the world and the world's delight, 19226|And the world's and the world's delight, 19226|And the world's and the world's delight, 19226|Then, if I wish it should be so, 19226|I believe I shall be satisfied. 19226|What does the old song say? 19226|It says there are three, 19226|And then the song 19226|Changes its song, 19226|Then it says there are three 19226|And then says there are three 19226|Only one, and then 19226|You tell me there were three or four, 19226|Only one, and then-- 19226|The song is changed, 19226|Now it says there are three, 19226|And then the song 19226|Changes its song, 19226|Then it says there are three, 19226|And then says there are three 19226|Only one, and then 19226|You tell me there were three or four, 19226|Only one, and then-- 19226|The song is changed, 19226|Now it says there are three, 19226|And then the song 19226|Changes its song, 19226|Then it says there are three, 19226|And then says there are three 19226|Only one, and then 19226|You tell me there were three or four, 19226|Only one, and then-- 19226|'Twas but a dream I saw 'twas 19226|'Twas but a dream I saw, 19226|But now it wears a frown 19226|But now it wears a frown, 19226|And now it wears a frown, 19226|And now it wears a frown, 19226|'Tis only a dream to me. 19226|The sun will not rise, the moon 19226|Will not descend, 19226|The wind will not blow, 19226|Nor any other flower; 19226|It is only a little 19226|Mist-ball of water-- 19226|Only a little 19226|Mist-ball of water. 19226|The birds of June at morning 19226|Are many and gay; 19226|But when the sun goes down, 19226|They fly away. 19226|Now there is none of them, 19226|And all in vain; 19226|For none can be so bold 19226|To get the mist-ball up. 19226|You may wonder as you're going 19226|If that is true, 19226|That none of Nature's children 19226|Will be there. 19226|There was a time, before the world was made, 19226|When man was but a monkey with a bell 19226|Upon his tail-end, and nothing more. 19226|But time and nature changed that man away; 19226|Yea, and the monkey came to be a man, 19226|A mighty king with royal powers, 19226|And in his kingdom joy like mine did dwell. 19226|As king his subjects loved, as monkey his pride, 19226|And every day, like me, did he rejoice 19226|And dance about the palm, and laugh, because 19226|It laughed at every tune he did and made 19226|Such music out of the palm; yet oftentimes 19226|As King did wander in his kingdom, he 19226|Would make his royal guests all weep sore, 19226|Because that he had come to have a share 19226|Of grief and sorrow all his life long. 19226|The monkey, being king, was clothed in purple, 19226|And crowns were hung upon his head, and he 19226|Was called the Sun, and they would take him hence 19226|To crown his people, where he was at last 19226|Discharged, the great Sun-king, great and wise, 19226|With robe of pearl and throne of beauty high. 19226|His throne was ======================================== SAMPLE 28990 ======================================== 42041|To the world beyond and the world after. 42041|What were the days that they remember, 42041|What are the things that they hope for, 42041|What do they hope for now, and who is it, 42041|What do he dream about? 42041|They only dream, and dream till their youth 42041|Of all things that are, and all that were, 42041|Of love, of hope, of joy, of hate, of pain, 42041|And of the things that vanished years ago. 42041|The first, ah the first, for us are we 42041|In a world of love and of hope, 42041|Who have dreamed of life in all her courses 42041|And life in all her changes; 42041|Whose hearts have yearned upon the ways 42041|Of home and childhood, when the sun 42041|Of youth was shining in the sky 42041|That they had passed through, and the night 42041|Of men's desire, whose day was born 42041|'Twixt the new moon and its star. 42041|What are they dreaming of, and what 42041|They pray for, in the ancient home, 42041|With the old flowers and the old songs; 42041|The old hopes and fears of childhood? 42041|What do they dream about? 42041|Here in the garden where the air 42041|Never blows more fragrant down 42041|Than it did when the early day 42041|Sang its first song of worship; 42041|Here in the garden where the trees 42041|Never grew more fair than now; 42041|Here in the garden of the grass, 42041|Planted with the weeds of gold. 42041|Oh, so fresh and bright this garden, 42041|A garden of childhood's days, 42041|And where in spring the first strange plants 42041|Beamed and blazed and played, and I 42041|In the garden in the summer 42041|May have been, while there was time! 42041|A garden we used to know, 42041|I swear it when I come, 42041|And this old garden of ours 42041|Is so full of flowers now, 42041|I wish I had then a line 42041|Of the old-fashioned lines, I 42041|Would have played the music there, 42041|And not had any to spare, 42041|For the wind would blow the line 42041|And I and none beside, 42041|And we would roam the garden 42041|As boys of long ago. 42041|And we must wander round the roses, 42041|And the grassy paths we walked, 42041|And round the garden's garden-trees 42041|And round the roses; oh, 42041|Such paths as boys of long ago 42041|Would have loved to roam! 42041|It is a garden, it is clear, 42041|And as the dawn-sun comes in 42041|The garden blooms and fades away; 42041|Now in the morning's first plum-tear 42041|There lies a rose--what was it? 42041|In the grass along my garden-wall 42041|It lies broken and black beneath the stars; 42041|I hear a woman's voice, and so I think 42041|It is the song-bird at evening. 42041|And there 'mid the roses, by my right 42041|It is nestled; a butterfly hath pilfered 42041|The flower-corona,--the butterfly 42041|Who haunts my garden now, where it was born, 42041|And flies across the garden now. 42041|Oh, the garden with the roses! 42041|I have loved those roses 42041|Since I was but a little boy 42041|And my father, with his words of wisdom, 42041|And with his smiles. 42041|I have seen as many roses 42041|As there are stars--though the flowers are few, 42041|The moon is fairer sometimes 42041|In this sweet March weather. 42041|I have come down from my castle here, 42041|And crossed the bridge with torches 42041|Through the great gate at the top of the hill, 42041|And I have lighted 42041|My little ship, just as it came home-- 42041| ======================================== SAMPLE 29000 ======================================== 615|The old and aged, and the youthful lord, 615|And all his peers, with such a grateful show, 615|That one might have foreboded from high descry 615|Tibors, who no better counsels held. 615|Yet all who hear them are so moved with pray'r 615|As with a pang, at hearing their refrain, 615|With their own eyes, they suffer with desire 615|To do him in, who now is kneeling mute, 615|And seems to think his prayers are insufficient. 615|"He will not look on me," Rogero cried, 615|"For I a hundred times was doomed to view 615|That spot, from whence my blood is still drawn dry; 615|How could I see Sir Mandricardo more, 615|Than see the lord of love so sadly pined? 615|How would I waken, if I might but see 615|The wretch I last saw bleeding on the plain, 615|As if he had no less fled at my speech?" 615|Aye in his looks, with other thought and place 615|The monarch's heart was pondering this and that; 615|His looks and looks devout Rogero read, 615|And thus the wretch bespake in accents tame: 615|"Sir warrior, if I did my fortune slight, 615|And thou wouldst have been the cause of my pain, 615|By me would all mankind, in this our lore, 615|Receive a recompense; for this has paid 615|All else besides; (who knows not this beneath?) 615|Thou hast beheld me, and the cause of all." 615|Him, in sooth, the wight believed in good 615|With all the proof that virtue would supply, 615|Who had in war and field (for no wise slain) 615|The courser, horse and cavaliers o'erspread, 615|And found by him, that, though without a trace, 615|That horse lay there, where he had made its bed; 615|And said that he, or ever he should die, 615|Would go the champion to his grave and tomb. 615|Him from their strife with such a wound he brought, 615|That, with no other aid, a champion, bare, 615|His goodly chivalry had gone to seek, 615|And, since it was Sir Mandricardo, bore 615|The warrior to his grave; and by Rogero, 615|As well as he the warrior's charge could show, 615|Or in some other fashion did beseech. 615|The rest of cavaliers he left in charge 615|To follow him, and to return behind; 615|But first would have that damsel, who was nigh, 615|Who, in an age, may be forgot so soon, 615|He would at the first motion of his hand 615|To take her, to him her hand had giv'n. 615|That he would go and take her he with intent 615|Was made by him the courser and its lord; 615|And was not the first time that he had made 615|To take his daughter's hand, and by him bore. 615|With other deed the warrior's worth he paid 615|To him, and to the damsel for a day 615|Pledged, to himself, that he, himself, could do 615|As much, if not more, to her with meed. 615|She is more loved by him than many a peer 615|More worthy of her love, and, in the tide 615|Of duty, as his daughter, she to him 615|Of all the world the fairest is, and best. 615|Him for the maiden he accepts with all 615|That he in fee would give, and he makes known 615|And names a knight who will deliver her: 615|Of all who would deliver her, Rogero 615|Himself shall have; or else his fellow bare 615|And take possession of that lady's hand. 615|As he for other will had made his plight, 615|The knight is taken by with many more. 615|Rogero was a gentle damsel true; 615|To him she did prefer of him, or more: 615|But him as an amorous man had proved, 615|And he of that, that from his love to part, 615|He deemed a thing unworthy to be done; 615|So would he take her for his own without pay, 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 29010 ======================================== 1322|(And the night is cold in the house, and the night is cold in the house.) 1322|They shall lie down with the dead, and shall sleep, but never again, and 1322|This is the end of the story. 1322|You say, as you take these pages, 1322|"If I could find an open book, 1322|As I walked through the city through, 1322|It would be the only book for me, 1322|As it tells of the glory, sorrow and loss that are there." 1322|This book is the book of the streets; 1322|It is the book of a great many streets, 1322|In the days gone by and in the city of New York. 1322|(The yellow-yellow with the yellow leaves!) 1322|And you and I shall be silent, 1322|We shall walk by the sounds in a city of books. 1322|But we will have a book of songs, 1322|And you will have a book of songs to sing, 1322|And this book of the streets will stand guard at your door. 1322|(The yellow-yellow with the yellow leaves!) 1322|We will walk down the streets of the world, 1322|And you and I will walk down the streets of the world. 1322|And if you fall in with an old comrade, 1322|We will have a book for you and a book for me, 1322|And you and I shall be singing in a city of books. 1322|(You can see the drawings as they are printed.) 1322|We'll talk with the old friends walking down, 1322|The old friends walking down our streets, 1322|Old friends walking down with you and me. 1322|(You can see the coloured leaves.) 1322|We'll pass along the paths in the city, 1322|The paths our best foot is, and our weakest, 1322|We'll talk with the old friends walking down, 1322|On the paths that are shining and fair. 1322|(You can see the coloured leaves.) 1322|If the soul of a song should awake while we are asleep and sleep, 1322|You'll hear a sweet voice call on you, "Let us go to the road to the east, 1322|the yellow-yellow with the yellow leaves! 1322|"Let us go to the blue hills and the green land where the old-time boys 1322|"Let us follow the golden track where the old-time virgins trod." 1322|O sweet one, dear one, let us go eastward into the north and the 1322|The world is a dream and we wake to find it so, 1322|We do not see the sunshine nor the shining sea, 1322|Nor hear the music of the birds nor the song of the sea. 1322|We have no heart-beat, our world is cold and still, 1322|Let us go backward, go forward, in our dreams; 1322|Let us go to the north and the south and the west, 1322|To the lands of the future, with the gold in our hair, 1322|From coast to coast, from south to north, we find in the north. 1322|We find the blue and the golden, in the land of our choosing, 1322|We find the shining of the sun and the song of the sea, 1322|We find the land of the west and its people and their manners, 1322|We find the land of the white-water rafts and their calling. 1322|(The blue-and-yellow leaves grow on the trees, 1322|and the yellow-yellow with the yellow leaves!) 1322|We see the shining and the light and the gleam 1322|As the light of the moon grows white in the sky every night; 1322|And we hear the music of the water-birds calling, 1322|We feel the music of their feathery flapping feathers, 1322|We see the foam-fleece of the curving billows, 1322|We hear the chace of the sea-birds flying. 1322|We find the white-water racing and the wind-walls laughing 1322|We see the white-beard riding on the wave so dark and high; 1322|We see the boatmen riding with their long fishing-nets, 1322|We hear the merry wind-boys singing and we see the ships. 1322|( ======================================== SAMPLE 29020 ======================================== 2817|And when they pass 2817|I will not weep 2817|Or think of what they mean, 2817|But let them do and rest, 2817|And let them do their work 2817|And rest, and let them rest. 2817|The little black dove from the sky 2817|Is sitting alone; 2817|From the east the sun has gone away, 2817|And now it is noon; 2817|I will kneel at its feet--ah, why 2817|Have you left me so soon? 2817|I am all alone in the sun; 2817|The air is warm and green; 2817|I look into its heart and say: 2817|"I will kneel and pray you." 2817|The little black dove from the sky 2817|Has flown 2817|To the black, white, and crimson sky, 2817|Where the stars are bright: 2817|The stars are bright and fair, but I 2817|Can never be fair, 2817|And if I had to pray to-day 2817|Could not say, 'I pray you.' 2817|When I am weary I think of you, 2817|When I am sad I think of you; 2817|Oh, what's the good of thinking of you? 2817|I have not prayed when you were praying; 2817|Yet I have thought, who knows? 2817|And at the close of the day, 2817|Though weary and sad, I think of you. 2819|A Year ago the World was young 2819|In the flush and glow of Spring; 2819|Serene, with unreluctant grace 2819|The lily-crowned Moon went by, 2819|Unmindful that beneath her gaze, 2819|The myriad-wingéd days 2819|And parcellèd Springtime lay 2819|In purple clouds and bloom. 2819|The air was sweet with faint perfume; 2819|The world was young; the Earth was old; 2819|The wild wood's golden harvests wan 2819|Grew gray upon the World's fair tinge, 2819|When she to the South came passing. 2819|I was the child that she had borne; 2819|In the white-thighed brook I swam by: 2819|The water stirred within my cheek, 2819|And I grew weary. I was old, 2819|And all around the window-sill 2819|Glittered the golden dome. 2819|I thought of my desire, and knew 2819|As I gazed I did not desire, 2819|But I thought my love for you 2819|Was stronger than my fear. 2819|When I was old, 2819|I left the brook, the window-sill, 2819|And sought for my desire. 2819|The far-off places all were mine; 2819|The long-sought-for hour o' rest was mine: 2819|Till, all too soon, 2819|I found it not. 2819|In the last year of the Summer Season, 2819|Some time in the last fall o' the year, 2819|When the leaves and the woodbirds' wings 2819|Had drifted far and wide, 2819|A rustic maiden came 2819|Into a dell of the wood, 2819|And sat down upon a mossy bank, 2819|With her wistful, silver brooch, 2819|Her flower of finger-paint, 2819|Her wimpled breast and ringlets. 2819|And the maiden sang: 2819|"Oh, sweet are the things 2819|That the Spring-tide brings, 2819|But sweeter still the love 2819|That the Summer-tide brings. 2819|Oh, Spring-flower and Summer-brier, 2819|You have wandered far and wide, 2819|But the sweetest love the Summer brings 2819|Is the love that the Spring-tide brings. 2819|"The Summer is old, the birds are mute, 2819|The days grow dreary and chill, 2819|The sweetest flower of Spring is dead, 2819|And the flowers are cold 2819|That were most fragrant long are wan, ======================================== SAMPLE 29030 ======================================== 15370|Weigh'd up the difference. 15370|How am I to love her 15370|When she's in my grave? 15370|I'm more in love than is she, 15370|How is she to love or kill me? 15370|I've nothing but that which God gave her, 15370|I can't tell you how I love it; 15370|'Tis more than I can ever give her, 15370|And more than is heaven to give! 15370|How am I to love her, 15370|With what I had, and had not? 15370|Oh, I'd give anything for her sake, 15370|And take no greater pains to wed her. 15370|My whole life had been an oath to wed her, 15370|I'd break my heart with every care. 15370|Why must she take me, and not marry, 15370|Because she could not please me? 15370|How like she is to every woman 15370|That ever was or shall be? 15370|I think she's a fiend (of which I'm sorry), 15370|I like her, but can't please her. 15370|But let her alone; the Devil'll call. 15370|I say that she has power and wit, 15370|But is not in a temperate frame? 15370|I would, if I could please her yet, 15370|But must not as I must not please her. 15370|How can my head, so full of thought! 15370|Be filled with thoughts so stupid? 15370|The thought that now I'll go and wed, 15370|Is not to make myself quite sure 15370|(I'll call my bride, no doubt) 15370|That, or to find some other place 15370|Where I may leave the body, 15370|And, without more ado, begin the 15370|Perils of marriage. 15370|I should have done before I was married, 15370|But I can't resist it ever since; 15370|(You may put it down to her being 15370|A stupid fellow is her trade: 15370|You may find her vexation 15370|A thing no doubt to climb. 15370|I cannot think that she can climb, 15370|Though I have seen her stoop a little.) 15370|But how do I know just what advice 15370|Is wise at every moment used? 15370|I have not learned her voice, which is 15370|The echo of the world around me. 15370|If she had, while standing here, in a 15370|Perfectly nice way, I think I'd know her,-- 15370|For as I gaze upon her face, 15370|I know how much I owe to her for giving 15370|My mind such strength and vigour last winter. 15370|That's what she says with her eyes full of 15370|Gladness; as far as I have heard or read, 15370|She is happy, very happy, when she's gone. 15370|I have seen her walk, and, though I've no brain, 15370|I can tell you I have never heard her whine. 15370|I do not know what I should do, if I 15370|Should ever get home, to go and wed her or 15370|Not propose, or say no, or propose; 15370|I can only think I'd rather have no wife, 15370|Than to do what I should rather not do. 15370|At least, that's what I suppose the reason 15370|That she has been allowed to stand here 15370|So long, before me, in my office, 15370|Is to keep me from being all that 15370|I think I am, in all my life. 15370|At last, I must not say I'll love no longer, 15370|Because 'tis so much longer, since we are come, 15370|To do without this kind of idle feeling-- 15370|I've had enough of that lately. 15370|Come, then, for, having missed what time we had, 15370|We ought to give it up as not,--that's 15370|The thing, I like to say, that has kept us 15370|So long away from each other-- 15370|We'll go for getting married by and by. 15370|That's what I say I ======================================== SAMPLE 29040 ======================================== 7391|And the good, old-fashioned way. 7391|Oh, my baby! thou art so small, 7391|Yet thy voice is heard afar! 7391|Thou art a dear remembrance 7391|Where the river floweth deep, 7391|In the city or the farm, 7391|Beneath yon spire and fane, 7391|Thy great heart fills my memory,-- 7391|What a happy world thou leadest! 7391|In the old, green-red comforters, 7391|In the baby-school or gym, 7391|Where the babies are so brave, 7391|In broad daylight or shaded light,-- 7391|Oh, my darling, I adore thee! 7391|When they climb on the tramp or stile, 7391|And their fingers on the pulley play, 7391|As they roll with the jingle of brass, 7391|Thou art the one that givest them pleasure. 7391|If a baby's name, so good to speak, 7391|Is written near thy favorite stone, 7391|I have nothing else to think of 7391|But the baby who had it first. 7391|And thy name shall live, long as he, 7391|Who first made a name for thee! 7391|Thou hast taken his picture in light; 7391|But to me, though a stranger, pure, 7391|I can never quite forget the mark 7391|That once betokened thee to all 7391|That's dear and bright and sweet below. 7391|THOUGH love doth charm, like vases green, 7391|Still, still, there are those who turn away 7391|From the dear thing by the side of thee,-- 7391|The little flower in ivy brown, 7391|A leaf-lipped bird and a lone lake. 7391|Those things, with other beauties laden, 7391|Lack lustre; and a glance, with scorn, 7391|Can lure the heart, like lightning's flame, 7391|From the flower of art to the leaf of it; 7391|But ne'er from beauty's bosom blind 7391|Can a change take place, as from shade. 7391|When thou art near, all things around thee 7391|Shine brighter; so, from night to night, 7391|Through all the day, their halo's bound 7391|To thee. 7391|THE breeze blows calm to-day! the trees remain 7391|As silent as their homes, serenely set 7391|By nature, her eternal homespun rows 7391|Of birches and lindens and wild almonds; 7391|And all is calm and fresh and serene, 7391|Save, where the billows snuffle on the pier, 7391|And there are sounds of joy and melody 7391|--Ah! brave the wave, that breaks and hollo! 7391|What sound is this that gently, slowly brings 7391|The silent hour from every land to me?-- 7391|The music, the stillness, and all at once 7391|The whispering of a God in Heaven, the Lord 7391|Says God is with the humble ones, my heart! 7391|The world is calm, and still it seems to-day; 7391|Can I be tender, or will tears descend 7391|Upon the face of earth, the earth and all 7391|So tranquil and so calm?--I love, indeed, 7391|The silent home of God, the quiet home! 7391|WHEN I was sick and lost my sight, 7391|No one took my pain away, 7391|For all I asked his tender care conveyed 7391|And all I saw his loving face. 7391|It was no woman's tenderness 7391|That held the sight of my right eye 7391|With loving touch, as if his sight 7391|Had fallen out of Heaven's near. 7391|It was a hand, that lifted me 7391|To his full breast--as when an arm 7391|Of strength unspeakable, wide out, 7391|Hath caught, for any mortal loss, 7391|This sight of love's eternal sight. 7391|I WISH you had the gift of speech, 7391|For so, peradventure, you ======================================== SAMPLE 29050 ======================================== 1280|Wrote on a paper-- 1280|A small-printed sheet and colored-- 1280|A name of the girl and the address, 1280|The same as the one I'd seen-- 1280|That morning I went home with the other girls. 1280|So when some other girl came by 1280|And said she wanted to get out of the hay, 1280|I'd sit her right in my lap and kiss her till I fell. 1280|"There's nothing more to tell!" 1280|Is what she said to me. 1280|I could have sworn that she said "No!" 1280|The next thing I knew she had gone outside to pray. 1280|THEY were all too young 1280|To tell me what she wished to say. 1280|They knew not what was best: 1280|I knew but that I wished in vain 1280|One girl, with a soul to save! 1280|I'VE been married to a wonderful, dear, lovely man-- 1280|Not to a beautiful wife, but a man of style: 1280|And yet, so hard on myself, I could not bear 1280|To be his wife. 1280|I said to myself, as I walked up and down 1280|My apartment one day, 1280|'If this is the woman that I wed, 1280|Where can I ever hope to find 1280|The peace within the heart, the joy-- 1280|The strength and the discipline to bear 1280|The burden of the years?' 1280|The man went to the war--and never told 1280|The grief that was in his heart for his wife, 1280|Who had gone off to the war 1280|To fight for honor and his country 1280|Before he arrived, 1280|To lose the war, and be proud, and be brave, 1280|But he did not tell. 1280|And what did it all mean, you and I? 1280|I went to the war--I did not cry,-- 1280|A thousand years passed away with him-- 1280|And I had his mother. 1280|So many were killed and wounded, so much lost, 1280|The sea swelled up and the ships sank under the waves-- 1280|But we were not sad for him. 1280|I walked around his school. 1280|I could see from where I stood 1280|The bright, sad face in the window's screened pane-- 1280|A boy whose sorrow was the man's, 1280|Who had a voice to cry from the street 1280|That he was not the man was there 1280|To make him brave, 1280|To make him pure, to be wise, 1280|And teach the world and him. 1280|I could see that his mother--God's angel! 1280|For her love did make him 1280|To care for his schoolmates in the way of truth 1280|And for his teacher. 1280|And they were there with him 1280|In the schoolroom of a summer inn. 1280|All his life was like a dream in itself-- 1280|All his life a dream when he told 1280|The truth to his teacher, 1280|The man, the teacher of God's truth! 1280|"I'VE been married to a remarkable man: 1280|He's a poet--not a prophet, my friend,-- 1280|A prophet, who will call to a world's judgment 1280|And speak the word from the heaven above. 1280|I know he sees a prophet's hand 1280|Shake the world to a flood of fire 1280|And will go down fighting the battle 1280|For freedom and the human right 1280|That God has given him. 1280|He is man enough and loves 1280|More now than ever in his life. 1280|And I pray you look at him. 1280|He has a child and a wife, 1280|And he is waiting you at home. 1280|I think he is a prophet, 1280|One who has said to his people, 1280|I will set your souls eternally 1280|Within the great flame that burns my country. 1280|And you can say 1280|To the wife of this man that she-- 1280|What is she doing in ======================================== SAMPLE 29060 ======================================== 1287|With thy true, kindly glance. 1287|But 'tis not the fault of Heaven 1287|That thou canst not 1287|And we too 1287|But thy good deeds 1287|Of the noble youth 1287|To his sorrow, 1287|For it is truly said, 1287|The heart shall break. 1287|We have seen thee long, so long 1287|O thou true friend, 1287|And our heart is filled 1287|With pride to stand 1287|And praise thee, friend so dear. 1287|Whence comes my life? 1287|From thee, 1287|I come, who am 1287|On earth a flower, 1287|As pure, as beautiful. 1287|My nature is 1287|Yet undetermined. 1287|To-day I live and die 1287|By thine eye. 1287|And thou, my brother, 1287|Now wilt I join 1287|My heart to thine, 1287|Who hast taught so well. 1287|And so we will die! 1287|Thou'rt death, a guest, 1287|A traveller from earth, 1287|A traveler, a child, 1287|By his life so pure! 1287|And I to-day 1287|A maiden go, 1287|To dwell with thee. 1287|But what has she become, 1287|As she must wear 1287|The purple and gold? 1287|'Tis she, a maiden, 1287|To thee, my brother, 1287|Who dost lead my hand. 1287|To this we now are come, 1287|And now alone we roam, 1287|The dearest and the first. 1287|And we have left behind 1287|Thy sorrow and thy pains, 1287|And the bright rays of night, 1287|To the sun of morn. 1287|Yet thou, my brother, 1287|Thy heart is yet undetermined. 1287|Thou wilt not lose, 1287|But will dwell with us. 1287|Thou wert, by the sun, 1287|As yet undetermined. 1287|O thou, then, my brother, 1287|I've proved thee true! 1287|From the sun's warm rays, 1287|As he shines from above, 1287|To thy home, 1287|Sweet sister dear, 1287|Where all is life yet fair. 1287|"She lives and will lives, and will die." 1287|"He lives and will lives; I will die." 1287|"He has forgotten that I am his wife; 1287|And I am happy in my own accord 1287|And love is blest that he's my wife." 1287|Thus the holy-water 1287|We drink turns all to wine; 1287|For each one from his mother 1287|The sparkling wine has flown, 1287|And we must drink the water 1287|From the golden well! 1287|But the water 1287|Of life's good water, 1287|To the thirsty must run 1287|With a thin and slimy filt'ring: 1287|And the water that's fit for 1287|The heart, when we drink, is 1287|A white pure water, 1287|But the water we put away, 1287|Is a deep, pure water 1287|And no, my heart, is 1287|The holy-water, 1287|Which is best for the thirsting, 1287|And the heart is well content. 1287|O thou lovely one! 1287|Oh thou whose true light 1287|Maks all fair things bright, 1287|And all that true and fair 1287|Make thee bright in mine! 1287|Honey, and wine, and fruit, 1287|Bread, and butter, and wheat, 1287|Are thee, and all thy wealth! 1287|And it ever is my heart 1287|That I am blessed here. 1287|On the earth where once I lay 1287|By the river's bank, 1287|I see thee slowly move 1287|Along the wave, 1287|And yet the change it shows 1287|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 29070 ======================================== I was weary of the way 2619|And the way of men; 2619|For all the time I would lie down 2619|And let go my chain; 2619|I would walk forth where the dawn first broke 2619|And be glad to see it, 2619|But I know the wind is the wind of the sea, 2619|And the day is the day of the wild war-whoop. 2619|He comes in his army, the silent soldier, 2619|He comes in his army, 2619|With his feet on the stirrup and his head bent down; 2619|He comes in his army with his bayonet and 2619|His little bay'net at the ear; 2619|And there's none to stand against him but the strong boys 2619|With the lance at the core and the sword at the hilt. 2619|So he goes in his army, and goes in his army, 2619|And the first shot he shoots is a toast to the boys, 2619|And that's the start of the war-whoop. 2619|And there's another and another and another-- 2619|And it gets to a point, and now it's over and done; 2619|So he goes in his army, and goes in his army, 2619|And the last who's coming is a red, red tear: 2619|Over and over and over again--and it's the 2619|Last war-whoop. 2619|He has come into the country, he has come into the village, 2619|The white man's men. 2619|And we who were once shamed to our bosoms 2619|Have come to give him respect; 2619|For we love him to our hearts' desire, 2619|And have sworn to see him stand. 2619|His name is on the sword and the shield, 2619|And the war-whoop is over! 2619|He comes in his army, and he has come into the village, 2619|His name is the name of it: 2619|His sword and his flag are unfurled; 2619|And the war-whoop is under; 2619|Let him bring his peace upon his land; 2619|Let the peace-pipe go. 2619|We are his children, and he gives us as his sires: 2619|A heritage, his children, we claim; 2619|Let him bring his peace upon his land, 2619|Let him bring his safety. 2619|He comes in his army, and he brings us near to his heart, 2619|By giving us his best; 2619|He knows that we are good, that are gentle, kind, 2619|And can yield him joy. 2619|He is true to his word, he is brave in the warfare, 2619|And we can stand with his sake; 2619|We are his children, and he hates us, and he loved us, 2619|That we might be his children. 2619|He comes in his army, and he comes in with dust to his eyes, 2619|A father's sorrows and prayers: 2619|He gives his best--we may trust to his word-- 2619|How hard it is to bear. 2619|He comes in his army with all our fears and our fears to our hearts, 2619|We know he shall conquer; and so shall the joys of the fight, 2619|And when we are safe in his arms we can rest. 2619|The men are marching on, 2619|And the horse is neighing, and the trumpets are blowing, 2619|And the women are hurrying past. 2619|Oh! the world will be changed, and the hearts of those comrades brave 2619|Will throb with the old gladness then; 2619|They had no thought what was coming, and now that thought is over, 2619|The day of service is fast drawing near. 2619|And the soldiers' hearts shall be glad to see the new day start 2619|On blood-drenched fields where each one sings; 2619|And the days when their blood was the sweet breath and the flower 2619|Will be far brighter than those now. 2619|Oh! the days of our fathers, when through each burg or village 2619|The red banner waved at call; 2619|With the battle-eagle in every breast, and the ======================================== SAMPLE 29080 ======================================== 42058|Lives round her grave:-- 42058|But that is all. 42058|Farewell, sweet friend:-- 42058|If ever there came a sound of _hush_ 42058|At the end of a long, long day, 42058|I would like to open the door-- 42058|To see the place where you lie low, 42058|Beneath your father's grave. 42058|Beside the old churchyard, brown and bare, 42058|Where the dead men mourn, 42058|There is a little village nestled nigh 42058|Beneath yon green hills. 42058|Faintly as if from out the dark and cold, 42058|Faintly as if from out the dawn began 42058|The sound of music from on high; 42058|And in the churchyard, even as in June 42058|The grass above all flowers grows green 42058|And all about the churchyard grave stands spread 42058|In memory all fragrances, sweet scents, 42058|And at the end of all is a rose-red bell,-- 42058|In memory of you. 42058|I came to yours,--the little, soft of voice, 42058|The smallest of them all;--I took your hand 42058|In mine, and softly said farewell--in sooth 42058|The worst--that aught should follow after me. 42058|And all is well, my dear:-- 42058|All is well! 42058|Ah, me, all is not well! 42058|It is a little after four o'clock: 42058|We meet again at break o' day, my dear:-- 42058|The sun is setting,--the great west wind 42058|Is on the sea, hushed, hushed; 42058|But we meet not, our faces turned away, 42058|From the fields where we met that day, my dear: 42058|They lie so still, so still,-- 42058|In the midst of the sunset, your feet 42058|Are so beset with the roses I left behind, 42058|Ah! me, all is not well! 42058|Oh! the roses? and the roses that die, 42058|And the roses that turn to ashes and fade: 42058|The wild rose-gum and the scarlet, white 42058|And red, 42058|The lilies and lavenders,--not a soul knows 42058|What the names they were: a soul with lost eyes 42058|Peers through the veils of darkness, looking in vain, 42058|--Ah! me, all is not well! 42058|The sun is setting,--the flowers are dying, 42058|The evening shadows lie in the dusk and drowse, 42058|In the heart of the world, by my feet: 42058|The stars have gone up in the blue above, 42058|The moon looks down from out the silver sky 42058|And lieth... and no one hears the tramp 42058|Of the stars or the beat of the moonlight, for they 42058|Fall like flocks of restless, voiceless crows... 42058|My dear, 'tis a wretched life you lead, 42058|So hopeless, that the poor dead leaves you are left 42058|Forlorn, like flies, upon a road that is rough with 42058|miles of wadding that surrounds and engulfs you, 42058|And covers you. 42058|The roses blow in your face in the sun, 42058|Yet you lie, all warm and well;--do you think 42058|The heart of a rose 42058|Would give a heart so poor a life its tribute and grace? 42058|Ah, you would not care; ah, you would not change. 42058|Yet, if you could, would you wish it, still, on your life 42058|To live,--ah, love me still! 42058|One day, beneath the night o' flowers, 42058|I heard an auld horseman prance, 42058|Beside a stream o' rippling streams, 42058|Sing, "O, come and tarry with me!" 42058|To sing by that low lake's brink, 42058|We daffodils cling round his knee, 42058|When the moon, athwart the ======================================== SAMPLE 29090 ======================================== 35991|Was all that a person could do with his mind 35991|To aid him as a human being should 35991|If he was wounded and so brought out,--I say 35991|The world of the human soul in him? 35991|He was just such a great guy in the world 35991|As all the world was for him. We were like 35991|A man who was living for his country 35991|And did not see the world with eyes and see 35991|The things that were passing in the world. You see. 35991|He was the only one with us at the time 35991|Who did not see this great country lying 35991|Below him, in a state of great distress. 35991|Not that he looked on it as a failure. He saw 35991|The things that were passing in the world. 35991|He saw them as the people, or the body, 35991|Or the soul. He was the one who saw the soul." 35991|"But you, I understand, said it most plain 35991|When the world of the man was passing by. 35991|You had a brain, you understood the soul-- 35991|And so you did you! And how do I say it? 35991|You said, 'It's not the man, it's myself with Henry, 35991|The man in the world, but it's my soul with Henry'!"... 35991|"But there you were. The only one with me-- 35991|Me I would say, or myself. I know you said 35991|Your soul with Henry, your mind with Henry. 35991|You said that you had your mind with Henry, 35991|And made the world of God the name for Henry. 35991|Who killed himself for the great self's sake. 35991|I never said you had mine. Nay, I don't know 35991|If you yourselves knew of the things you told 35991|The whole world, or if you know'd what is going on 35991|Among us souls in the world the best out there 35991|Who have not the soul to turn to God or find Him? 35991|You had the soul, because you heard it all 35991|The while the world was passing, and you heard 35991|The soul's cry all the time--and this is the reason 35991|You had that soul to start with, and to go 35991|Away beyond it, and out of it to start." 35991|"I know a day is one or two days since 35991|That gives us peace; but that's not going out 35991|As if it were a fight. We cannot fight back, 35991|Or work ourselves to some sort of strength, 35991|And not have trouble for it, and a strife 35991|Of feeling for the strength that's left behind."... 35991|"And so you saw it all? But you see now 35991|That you must work yourself back to your soul. 35991|They make a life of bread, and yet this bread 35991|Is bitter and dry, and it would give life 35991|In that the human body must be eaten: 35991|It is a sacrifice, to take the place 35991|Of God in this life, and in this life's place. 35991|You see me now as something a little, 35991|And something ill,--a mere living thing for love 35991|And a little, for a friend, a little thing 35991|And nothing, just to live and be alive 35991|So that you find a reason for you to live; 35991|And this is what's being done to you, and I 35991|Must live alone--and I must not be there, 35991|Unless I have a soul or you have soul. 35991|The things that have become in us or have grown 35991|Are not our soul but God's soul. And, this being said, 35991|You have no soul. You have been taught to think 35991|This soul is God's, unless he is not. It is 35991|Not God's, though man makes use of it, it is his. ======================================== SAMPLE 29100 ======================================== 1279|Wha kens ma mither at her hecht, 1279|She has nane for to gie it? 1279|She never thought forto gie it, 1279|I kens it for a' the better. 1279|She has nane for to gie it; 1279|I kens ma mither at her hecht, 1279|What though she's gleg as a lassie? 1279|She's grawly nae for to gie it, 1279|Wi' nae guile aboot hersel'. 1279|O, but her e'e's been to styn! 1279|She's ne'er been like to come near it: 1279|Her brow is blythe and her hair's bren' 1279|As white as the heead o' the lily. 1279|She's e'en grown seerfuller in mind, 1279|But her heart's been sae fu' o' joy, 1279|There's nane ever was sae weel gane 1279|But for to see her e'e sae pretty. 1279|O, I ken she's a queen o' mark 1279|But her e'e's been to styn! 1279|She's nane wad break her troth for nane, 1279|She's e'en sae sweet and soun'; 1279|Wi' hersel' canna gang amiss, 1279|And the lass wi' a price. 1279|Chorus.--A queen in her tower, 1279|Ladies, lasses and bairnies, 1279|She's lichting about the house 1279|In her scarlet cap and plaid, 1279|She's dight in sark and kirtle, 1279|Her waist sae narrow, her face 1279|Blythe to see. 1279|But her e'e's been to styn! 1279|She's ne'er been like to come near it, 1279|Nor been sark or kirtle, 1279|But a weel-tan' youth as me, 1279|The best man a' that night; 1279|Sir Thomas has ta'en her, 1279|And made a nuptial kiss, 1279|While the other lasses dought 1279|To hear his name. 1279|But I was baith young and careless 1279|O' sic a night as this was, 1279|I thought me on my native county 1279|In troth, and he was lord and queen; 1279|And, what a fine time they had! 1279|And my father's heart o' my blood, 1279|'Twas true love was nae langer; 1279|But this ae night was like a hell- 1279|The lasses bewrayed wi' blee. 1279|They were sae fair as any fow, 1279|But the deevil o' my heart's that's awful; 1279|For though my father may take pride, 1279|I'll ne'er forget the auld Scots King, 1279|And my father's auld clay sae hard, 1279|Wi' a' his foes. 1279|But, laddie, let us tak a cup, 1279|For it's a' for sic a night as this is, 1279|That we hae pay't up for a cup o' joy, 1279|A drunkard is a drunkard, lad; 1279|And a drunkard's a man that canna; 1279|Sae if ye wish to be a king, 1279|And sic a night to live in, 1279|A king is no the king for me, 1279|And a sick man's a man that cant see. 1279|He's waled and whited, and midden and mowe; 1279|And a' ilk maid is gair sae sair. 1279|Now, laddie, here's to our rich o' wine, 1279|For to eat oor gude dinner; 1279|And here's a health to my gude daddie 1279|And a' his kin, a' the warld's wode: 1279|But oh! here's a ======================================== SAMPLE 29110 ======================================== 22229|A far-away, a sweet-lipped friend, 22229|Will say,--"O how good to be in the wood; 22229|I wadna leave this bonie laddie, he's so dear." 22229|O the deil aften aften might dream o' thy look, 22229|Sae chidy, chiff, the deil might drap frae my e'e; 22229|O the deil aften wadna drap for his to wark, 22229|Spite o' my een, sic sawing his hat o' bonie e'e. 22229|I kent nae where I might a' my lane to gae 22229|Till I heard a voice an' it said, "Come awa, 22229|But if thou like thraves like me, we'll meet here at moul. 22229|I want thee to drink wi' me, for no can match my draught, 22229|An' it's gin my ain, for I canna mair mak' it." 22229|The heart of my love is for me, 22229|Wi' its best o' draughts o' gin; 22229|But, oh! my daddie, come awa. 22229|For my ain, it 's gin sweet o' bonie e'en. 22229|The deil ne'er was sae proud o' his draught, 22229|As my love and my daddie are, 22229|As I 'll ne'er forget that his drink is sweet. 22229|The deil 't 'll aye gang for my pride, 22229|Till it 's gin the best o' the can; 22229|I 'll aye gang my kist to that best o' gin. 22229|The deil 'll aye gang but for my sake, 22229|Till I 'll aye gang my lane to dine; 22229|And then, for the sake o' her auld auld heart, 22229|He 'll mak' love to her drink'd gin. 22229|The deil 'll aye gang for this day my life, 22229|Till she drink'd his heart like a braw year; 22229|And when she had tane it an 't, 22229|He 'll mak' love to her like to his heart. 22229|Her mither's auld, her ain gudeman, 22229|She aye gaed to the woods to gae hame; 22229|But a' the fun hame a' the kirk-leaves, 22229|Or bairns, an' the bairns she hae. 22229|I 've been a' the woods o' a' the year, 22229|I 've been the kirk's heart a' night and morne; 22229|But now, I 'm gaur t' gang to her auld abed, 22229|For he 'll tak her in a' that 's been her ain. 22229|For a', though she was fair to see, 22229|And aye her bonnet bright shone on my e'e, 22229|Yet, O, the deil 's gaur he would it me, 22229|For I 'm sic a dainty lass o' her kin. 22229|O dear God! my heart daith hae trow'd; 22229|My soul is like to burst, 22229|For a' the deels that I hae seen, 22229|For a' the devils that I hae done. 22229|For a' the bluid that has been shed, 22229|For a' the bluid that wad be spent, 22229|I 've sune found a lass wha will be 22229|My love wha wad a' to me be. 22229|For a' the bonny lasses there, 22229|For a' the dainty lasses there, 22229|That may not in their right mind, 22229|My heart 's bursten wi' glee. 22229|For a' the bonny lasses there, 22229|For a' the dainty lasses there, 22229|There 's a' the lads that should be 22229|My love wha w ======================================== SAMPLE 29120 ======================================== 30357|Thou art with these my friends in joys most near, 30357|And are to me as men we love, and men we love; 30357|But if, in that calm hour, the thought of thee appear 30357|To touch the hearts of strangers, then, oh God! 30357|We seek it not again, nor know thy name. 30357|But thou, in warring with our weaker foes, 30357|Sternly to meet thy brother at thy side, 30357|In glory, or disgrace, shall thy fame be greater, 30357|For thou shalt know with our victorious foes 30357|What the fierce, sad, discomfit'ning strife is worth, 30357|That these we see so near and viewless are, 30357|But know not of our sorrows, and we know not. 30357|The day that now appears 30357|Like some sad martyr's shroud, 30357|I seem to see in misty gleams 30357|The city's ghosts arise, 30357|His memory and Prince's name, 30357|And his great worth; 30357|For, on a sudden, rise, 30357|A glorious scene with colors gay, 30357|Fair-paved, with sculptured stone 30357|And ivy-groves, richly green; 30357|And there we stood and saw the same 30357|Glorious to see; 30357|The same that poets say, 30357|Was in the days of old 30357|The very fount of joy and love, 30357|And now it springs and glows 30357|In the bright sunshine of the heart, 30357|And there we see! 30357|But what's the joy of such a fate? 30357|Or where shall that sad eye be thrown?-- 30357|My prince! it cannot rest 30357|Within this house for ever. 30357|How shall we give a space 30357|To him, so dear, 30357|Or settle him among men? 30357|But see, an hour has pass'd 30357|Since first our breakfast o'er, 30357|Yet not a single eye 30357|O'er that wide room was bent, 30357|Or aught hath spoken, fair maid, 30357|By the lights of these pale beams. 30357|O'er this loud terrace far, 30357|And the tall casements seen 30357|From the terrace o'er the green, 30357|Rises the last glimmering flare: 30357|And behold, between, 30357|Her lord and myself, 30357|I alone, a moment free, 30357|Like a pale, rapt serenade, 30357|Stoop from the flowery space, 30357|And gaze amid the flowers, 30357|As one who hath but lately stood 30357|In the deep silence of a dream 30357|On a heavenly hill, and gazed 30357|Up the blue face of the sky 30357|Up through the crystal fissures, 30357|To the sapphire dome of night; 30357|And, like to one who walketh there 30357|In the soft sunlight of the soul, 30357|I still look up, and gaze, 30357|With gaze of such sublime worship, 30357|That the very very plants and things 30357|In that sweet solitude look down 30357|On me, and my love for thee, 30357|As if I were alone. 30357|In the heart of that sweet solitude 30357|I have watched and loved alway, 30357|And the same calm and full emotion 30357|Hath, through each minute, been mine: 30357|And all the world, from east to west, 30357|Looks on me, and is mine. 30357|'Tis a strange thing when we come to some strange dream 30357|And gaze upon the forms and shadows of men, 30357|To be struck with amazement and with love, 30357|To feel in our hearts the deathless spirit die, 30357|To think that this poor life is the last, the best 30357|Time ever gave to mortal man. 30357|And then, when we are past with vain endeavour, 30357|There cometh a silent calm to our affairs, 30357|And a calmness that is not of the flesh, 30357 ======================================== SAMPLE 29130 ======================================== 10602|To bring up youthly griefe; 10602|Then doe with pleasure thou art mouing, 10602|For the worlde is nought but winde. 10602|For the worlde is nought but winde, 10602|And all things make it sooth: 10602|Whereat I sighing did soo much pine, 10602|And thought to seeke to speaken, 10602|But nought but cloudes did appeare, 10602|So thicklie was the sleight. 10602|Then doe I sighing naught to seeke, 10602|But, full of woe and worschipe, 10602|I wish that I my selfe had died, 10602|For I have nought to say. 10602|The daye was now at mid-day, 10602|And the world was sleepe and still; 10602|Nathless, it was a pleasant day, 10602|For the sun now rose in hew 10602|And redd'nest rays of his best fire, 10602|In the mid day of his noon, 10602|When I was not al, nor eke farr, 10602|But afar off th'whole world did fy, 10602|So much the more that I was hew, 10602|That the sun made me to dye. 10602|With mine owne selfe I had good chere, 10602|And, for my selfe, had good chere; 10602|But now my selfe I am not al, 10602|Nor, ere morne, had I ete. 10602|With mine owne selfe I had good chere 10602|Yet, whiles it is sooth to dye: 10602|Nath lest my selfe I my selfe rede 10602|Though that it were not noon more longe. 10602|With mine owne selfe I had good chere 10602|And therefore dar I not rede; 10602|Yet whilest I slept, when I dar not speak* 10602|Out of a skilfull tunge I spake, 10602|That, as the tunge was mine owne, 10602|It were to dye I might it rede. 10602|Ne could it be for my wofull die, 10602|For I am mine self and eke the tunge, 10602|That as a man that sitteth at rest 10602|In a best chair is not so farre from 10602|Crowding in the same the best of men. 10602|Ah! but whilest I dwelt so farre 10602|That I was neuer saued before, 10602|And had myselfe so chere as that tunge, 10602|To seeke to dye were to be rede! 10602|Yet to dye in that best tunge I naught 10602|Forsooke, but freely freely to lere* 10602|In the devels and the deans eke I gan, 10602|And they made my selfe their mannes harte. 10602|Noe could I dye there but I would; 10602|And thus my life unto this day 10602|That I may not be old in this fay, 10602|But unto mine owne self my fader 10602|Be the beste that I may ere dye leave. 10602|Noe could I dye there but I would; 10602|And to come to the borowe of age, 10602|That had but my good chere to keep, 10602|I for that right soe gladly dye. 10602|But nathelees, I could not be here; 10602|For I doo not assoyle my youth, 10602|To dye, but for to be old in harts, 10602|That should be to me ne're shorter age. 10602|Alas! what is there of my life? 10602|What is my sorrow of sorrow? 10602|I am not I, though I live or die; 10602|I am but I thought in my minde. 10602|Noe could I dye there but I would; 10602|And whilest God my good chere kept 10602|In my beste tunge that I my selfe did dye. 10602|Yet whilest I live, and ======================================== SAMPLE 29140 ======================================== 1365|There is nothing there that's worth the name. 1365|There is nothing in life or death 1365|So much as beauty that has shone 1365|That all its glories there may seem 1365|Like shadows, fading at the last. 1365|There is nothing there that seems fair 1365|But does not wear the pallor of death. 1365|There is nothing in life like death! 1365|'T is death that here has brought us all. 1365|In her eyes there is a light that will not fade, 1365|And that will never fade till earth is overcast, 1365|And heaven be overthrown; for all her beauty lay 1365|On the dead of youth and beauty, and the dust 1365|Was dust beneath her feet. 1365|Oh! who will say 1365|That you and I, are you young and fair, 1365|And who can hold me, as I hold you young? 1365|What life is this that from our lives doth fly 1365|With the breath of life and die? I know not, 1365|But I am young. 1365|Oh, who will say 1365|That when the sound of voices, and the roar 1365|Of all those voices and the roar of war, 1365|Shook the hills, that all of us stood up 1365|The bold earth to protect us in our tears? 1365|What life is this that cannot breathe nor rest, 1365|But doth make war upon all death and war? 1365|It is one death. 1365|But, oh! my soul is old at this young age, 1365|And I shall soon die. 1365|And why should I? 1365|I have seen the life on earth that hath grown 1365|Too fast and too fair, too precious to endure. 1365|I have seen the life that is a shadow, 1365|A little shadow, that moves not and speeds not, 1365|A little shadow of vain dreams and fears, 1365|And too quick for us who live for true things. 1365|I have seen a great sun glint upon them 1365|Who only seem true, as if in a dream; 1365|Who only seem kind, as if they knew 1365|All human sorrow and human pain, 1365|All misery and joy. 1365|And yet, with each new sun, it grows 1365|Too much like life, and all its pleasures. 1365|How often, in our hearts, it sets 1365|Like fire to-day, that has burned too soon; 1365|And, like that fire, it flickers and dies, 1365|And leaves us sad with it! 1365|And so it seems, and yet it is not. 1365|For all these things are true. Who knows 1365|But it may be that God alone is best, 1365|And we are all the best that we can be, 1365|And, while we are on earth, the best at home. 1365|All that the Lord would have me do 1365|Is to do its best and do my part. 1365|He needs no other things to know, 1365|And He will always love me all the better 1365|For being so weak, and standing so far 1365|From all that He would have me do; for He 1365|Made me. 1365|O God! the sun will rise and set, 1365|The morning will come and go, 1365|All the hills will grow and grow between; 1365|And here I stand and nothing goes by, 1365|Just as it was when I was here; 1365|Just as it was when I was young. 1365|The great trees will be a-tremble, 1365|The little leaves all whimper; 1365|The earth will all be as it was, 1365|At dawn, when in the west it sets, 1365|And morning, when in the east it glows, 1365|Till morning and noon, and night and day. 1365|And there will be rest in the grave, 1365|And here I stood, and nothing gave, 1365|And thought of you, and nothing said, 1365|And thought of you no more. 1365|We lived on this side and that, 1365|In the ======================================== SAMPLE 29150 ======================================== 3026|And her own little boy was watching her, 3026|And he looked--but his eyes were full of tears. 3026|"Can't we leave her this once, and go?" 3026|"No, we can't leave her," said the boy. 3026|She made him lie on her back and cry-- 3026|And she kissed the boy on the brow that told 3026|What the eyes of the poor boy had been. 3026|And she gave him the blue-white doll in his hand and shook 3026|When he had made his way to the door, 3026|And she told him that once and then went away, 3026|And then she kissed his mother again. 3026|And she shook, and the boy cried tears again. 3026|"I have been safe, my father," she said. 3026|"Have been well, my mother, and all that, 3026|"As you came in through the door and pressed 3026|"The little white hands that touched your hair, 3026|"And kissed you and called you my own son." 3026|And she said--that boy?--what had she said? 3026|"You have been well," she said. "Then I have seen 3026|"And made your house safe for you." 3028|_The second essay deals with the nature of the 3028|_the whole work of art_-- 3028|To whom of all those who have ever lived 3028|From the beginning as from end-- 3028|"When I say _I_ live, there is no doubt 3028|You know I'm talking of YOU. 3028|"I have lived to such a state of peace 3028|That I'm certain that _you_ know too, 3028|"That it's you you have that live for me, 3028|Not other men's lives most likely: 3028|"And I think that I _am_ making all my laws, 3028|Because I do not choose to spare 3028|All the means the gods can send my way 3028|For subduing men and women-- 3028|"And if in your time _I_ leave the house, 3028|If the priest must go abroad, when I should find 3028|That there is any one in it now 3028|Who has the moral power to save, 3028|"The child of a man, and the mother of the god, 3028|Or any else but your children, 3028|"You would think that I would not come near, 3028|And see them when at my door-- 3028|"And therefore I am--so I've made my laws." 3028|But if the priest went forth in his hours of office, 3028|And in those days it was a crime 3028|For any priest to go to communion at even- 3028|lights, and go to the shrines of the gods, 3028|A man should not be more afraid 3028|Of the people than of his gods. 3028|To say, if the priest should go--thereby-- 3028|"Let the church go to sleep--not I". 3028|To say, if he stayed at home, thereby. 3028|He ought not any more to go 3028|To the house where the child should play, 3028|But when the priest came home he ought 3028|To say _I_ live, and not _you_: 3028|"I have lived to such a state of peace 3028|That it's certain that _I_ know too. 3028|"When I am come to the great house door, 3028|The great door of my house, 3028|I shall be welcomed out by all 3028|My children-in-law--you I'll find 3028|You there, and with folded hands say: 3028|"Father and father-in-law, I come! 3028|_I_ live and not _you_!--then you go home, 3028|Like any other man's son, 3028|"For, being no man's son, you need not come; 3028|But leave me, and I'll go too. 3028|When you come by the great door of the house, 3028|You'll find me there; you shall be greeted there 3028|Like any other man's son, 3028|And come back home with folded hands." ======================================== SAMPLE 29160 ======================================== 18238|He's got his gun. 18238|He's got his gun. 18238|He draws his trigger. 18238|He takes two steps and stops. 18238|He goes to town. 18238|What more can he do 18238|With a gun of his own 18238|He goes to market 18238|For a silvery price. 18238|He's not afraid to face 18238|The fierce windy weather 18238|That drives him up the road, 18238|He's not afraid to bear 18238|The shock of the world. 18238|He's not afraid to show 18238|The joy of his heart, 18238|As a bird of temperate air, 18238|And he dares to say, 18238|'I will do my best, 18238|And that's why I live.'" 18238|In the land of white china, 18238|Heard ye the sound of a song? 18238|Rappelling o'er the golden waves, 18238|Singing an' singing thereon, 18238|Singing with sweet eyes brimming bright, 18238|Singing the whole of the time, 18238|Singing the whole of the night. 18238|Like yer love it will take me, 18238|And in it will place me; 18238|And when I am there I may 18238|As well be there now. 18238|Like yer love that has set me 18238|To live in yer world of thought, 18238|I'm singing as I go home 18238|Back to yer world. 18238|Thy hand, O love, to me 18238|Has been at the rudder all day; 18238|Thy smile it has taught me grace, 18238|O sweet hand of mine! 18238|So when life's song-set sun sets, 18238|All through my heart you shall be, 18238|And when you are gone in bright moonlight 18238|It's I that's there with thee. 18238|When Life is but a dream, and Fancy 18238|Is set beyond reach of reason,-- 18238|When Love is but a dream and Music 18238|A dream that has no link to Reason,-- 18238|When a man cannot be as loving 18238|And as happy as I once was, 18238|He needs but wish as to an angel, 18238|An angel that can make him glad, 18238|Who can make me as loving, and glad, 18238|And so make me eternal, dear. 18238|I ask not Heaven to give me gladness; 18238|I ask no angel but God to give it; 18238|I ask no music but what melody 18238|It could give to a man's heart and brain; 18238|I ask no grace but yours and yours only 18238|To make me, forever for to see. 18238|My God! to have seen it all through and through 18238|With eyes turned from cares and tads of care, 18238|But ever on the merry pastures 18238|Where my boyhood used to wander; 18238|To have lived in pastures where the woods were 18238|All green and grassy and bright, 18238|And where the sunshine used to sit 18238|Pouring it out and in; 18238|To have stood in the sunset and the showers, 18238|Seeing the smoke and all the noise, 18238|To have heard the sweetest music ever made 18238|With voice and hands and music and call; 18238|To have seen with open mouth so fair, 18238|Even when it was so very clear, 18238|The happy day, the day all ended, 18238|The night all a-gleaming and falling; 18238|To have looked in a thousand eyes, 18238|Saw tears rolling down your cheeks, 18238|Seeing all the sorrow the word brought, 18238|And wondering whether it were true; 18238|To have held them back, you can't tell where, 18238|But all had left me in a twinkling, 18238|And now, God grant we meet no more, 18238|Yet not to hear a word more 18238|The word, the word, the word was spoken, 18238|And I, who knew it was but for a moment ======================================== SAMPLE 29170 ======================================== 1383|That are thy best and brightest. 1383|For all our faults the Lord is great; 1383|That is our greatest good. 1383|And if the one great good we lack, 1383|To give of what we need; 1383|With our least daily bread to live, 1383|We need not ask more: 1383|That is the one great good we lack, 1383|Which is to live for others. 1383|If to be glad and to do good 1383|That were the true end, 1383|Why should we fear health, wealth, gain, 1383|As the things to hold? 1383|To leave the poor man and the slave, 1383|And the great king, for to do 1383|As much for ourselves as we 1383|That will be our own. 1383|How much for ourselves is our own, 1383|When, how much for others, 1383|As to give them what is ours, 1383|Who give their own! 1383|The Lord of life is good, who gives 1383|Works not his but theirs, 1383|And from life will he take us, 1383|Whether we pray or toil. 1383|The Lord of life is good 1383|Who gives to others; 1383|We owe him to forgive, 1383|As debts do his own blood. 1383|Of others he is good, 1383|Who gives to us; 1383|As our need demands or borrows 1383|He does it for us. 1383|Of life he is good 1383|Who gives to us, 1383|We, the gift of life, 1383|That, by giving, gives him. 1383|Great gifts of his are ours 1383|Who gives to us; 1383|We shall have not so much, 1383|But for what so we have given, 1383|He knows we have given. 1383|Our wealth is his and he 1383|Who gives to us; 1383|No hand may take from us 1383|What is his gift, and ours. 1383|Our lives and ours are one, 1383|And of his blessings 1383|The one he taketh most, 1383|Being his, we know it, know, 1383|Ourselves. 1383|It is for him who takes 1383|Our gifts and gives: 1383|As of the giver he 1383|It is for him we are, 1383|But he is lord of all. 1383|The one greatest gift 1383|Life can give is to live 1383|For the giver: is it then 1383|We need the gift most? 1383|Is it for him the gifts 1383|Life gives, we ask not? 1383|But from him take the gifts, 1383|And them we have, and give. 1383|He gave not what we take: 1383|The gift we give, that gift 1383|He giveth whom we take; 1383|This gives us all we need 1383|Life has grown not less 1383|Because it grew not less; 1383|Our lives are one, and one 1383|For other men. 1383|Life is one for many, 1383|Peace for many; 1383|We must have peace at last, 1383|He tells us: Peace is won, 1383|Warring for joy past, 1383|Our lives for gifts, his gifts, 1383|As only thus to be, 1383|Peace, peace, peace, life-work. 1383|Peace makes of what the worst 1383|Does not do, the good 1383|Forgets, the wrong the right; 1383|Yet he is better 1383|In our life as in his, 1383|The better for its ends. 1383|No more of it, my love, let Fate or I bid you: 1383|Our lives so well and so well-completed, 1383|We that did all that all the world was need of, 1383|Now shall not let them do more than we have done. 1383|We are the world; I, chief 1383|Of all the peoples of earth; 1383|We for a little are no king 1383|Within my people; not ======================================== SAMPLE 29180 ======================================== 19221|And when my summer time is come, 19221|And when each blossom doth begin 19221|To make the May-time sweeter 19221|With her sweets I then will spend 19221|My days in brooks and rivers green, 19221|With bees, with birds, and noisy beasts 19221|That rattle in the leaves and bark. 19221|For with such quiet hath my life 19221|Been pre-ordained, that no care 19221|Of worldly toil shall be mine; 19221|That want and want of what I need 19221|Shall never vex me, nor molest; 19221|And what I want shall in my hand 19221|Make me stronger, better able 19221|To cope with adversity. 19221|For I will write in heavenly places 19221|My troubles write, not in this world; 19221|And worldly things shall then be 19221|As they are now, and casts them off 19221|As at the mere day-tide falling. 19221|And all I ask is but this, 19221|That thou, my little sweet song-bird, 19221|In whom my heart doth live again, 19221|Be with me, and with me speak; 19221|And in thy voice I wouldst blend 19221|My want, my trouble, and my rest 19221|'Twixt day and night, as it had seem 19221|Had my short-lived love been less. 19221|To thee I dedicate this little volume. 19221|The same soft downy feathers which I flutter, 19221|The same bright eyes, the same red lips I kiss; 19221|O, Love! if I before thy tribunal, 19221|When doubts assail me, thou wilt hear and sanctify my sigh. 19221|Thou that as from some neighbouring isle 19221|Let ripen'd hopes and faithful fears; 19221|To me a mortal ministry; 19221|Some richer pearl than this doth promise-- 19221|O give me back my heart again! 19221|And if thou do not, Desire, other pleasure, 19221|Which by dissimulation doth grow scarce desire, 19221|Make envious Heaven withhold thee still thy fire; 19221|Thyself thou madest here at first hand; 19221|Thyself thou madest first. 19221|How chang'd the landscape since she came to woo! 19221|But now the trees are yellow, and the fields are green; 19221|The sun looks thro' a fragrant season, far awaking; 19221|The flowers look forth from every beak: 19221|Love, Love, a-dancein', 19221|Dance till the blackbird sings, and the daffodils multiply; 19221|Hush, hush, my pretty bud, 19221|I am ould Love's queen; 19221|I wadna gie my life for any other laddie; 19221|Weel, mak my bed aneath the pulsin' burnin' ember, 19221|And sleep till the rosy-rockin' sun shins adream in the west. 19221|Ah, gentle sleep, like comfort on a weary man, 19221|The winding-sheet for weary hearts, 19221|To lend a little repose 19221|When sorrow, or pain, or other care 19221|Has flung all hope behind: 19221|And all our musings, sad or sweet, 19221|Is hush'd in slumbers just like this, 19221|The bond of soul-love and of heart-fondness two. 19221|O thou, whose influence and charms 19221|In early spring appear, 19221|As mild and as beautiful 19221|As those that deck the bower: 19221|Thou, that in evening's shower 19221|Do'st not conceal thy glossy hair, 19221|Or vainly tarry; 19221|When all the village sings 19221|In welcome o'er thy glad guest, 19221|That wept, and wept, and sicken'd at thy coming; 19221|--When at thy welcome we are met, 19221|And welcome new and old, 19221|With joyous trooping, to our homely eating; 19221|When our new roof a cottage pledges 19221|To ======================================== SAMPLE 29190 ======================================== 1365|In their eyes a light, that seemed to tell them of His love, 1365|And all their spirits lightened with the light. 1365|And in the midst of the crowd, a youthful man, 1365|Proud and stern, made answer, to his friend, 1365|And said: "Go back! We, too, will come a-courtin'; 1365|For this one shall be crowned king of Lombardy! 1365|And of us he shall be King and Lord; 1365|And all our people for him shall be glad." 1365|Then came a youth and old, with a smile on his lips; 1365|Whom in gathering he saw rising up the crowd, 1365|And said: "He is our King, and we will do his will!" 1365|They came, and the King went forth with his host, 1365|As through the cities of the people he passed; 1365|From his palace, with bells and with minstrelsy, 1365|With shouts and praises of welcome, and baying of hounds, 1365|And calling of fowls, and the clanging of spires; 1365|And from the fields with the cry of a shout, 1365|And loud rejoicing, came the people to greet 1365|The King in his palace in Seville; and there 1365|On his throne the glorious King of Italy 1365|Sang in triumph, and bade him wait upon him; 1365|And lo! There stood before it an ancient man, 1365|A beardless youth, who spoke with a young man there 1365|Upon the earth, the King of Prussia; 1365|And, when the ancient King of the Prussians saw 1365|How the bevy of youth was drawn from the throne, 1365|He said unto the King: "Let your rightful place 1365|Be the right hand of the ancient King of Prussia!" 1365|When they were come close together, and could see 1365|What each other's eyes might be doing and seeing, 1365|The beardless youth, for the sake of the greater smiling, 1365|Lifted his hat and said in his heart of the sun: 1365|"What is it ye seek, o my loving brothers?" 1365|And I said, as I had often said to him, 1365|Laughingly: "What seek ye? Do ye ask nothing?" 1365|But the ancient King of Prussia said: "I pray you, 1365|Laughingly. We are seeking, with the young and the old, 1365|Some one who is noble and young and noble-hearted, 1365|Or who shall be noble, but is good and true; 1365|Or who shall endure to be loved and be bidden." 1365|The beardless youth said, "I will ask no price!" 1365|Then I answered: "If we were kings, I will ask no price!" 1365|And we went on as our fathers had gone, 1365|Chiding and censuring one another, 1365|Saying, "We ask not for some great King of our fathers." 1365|Then we turned in silence to the other side, 1365|And said, "A true man and noble is he!" 1365|But our friends were silent, and none came to meet us, 1365|And neither man returned. They had looked askance 1365|At the bold words we had spoken, and said that we 1365|Were very foolish, or else had said them in jest. 1365|And none of us would talk with us of great men. 1365|And at last, I said: "We both will die!" 1365|Then they said to each other, "Let us go back! 1365|The King of our Land is sleeping in Prussia; 1365|He is coming, and if we wait in vain we shall see 1365|A miracle in the spring with golden wings." 1365|And we bade them come, and they came at last, 1365|Bringing us all back to the town; and we said 1365|Our sayings, as the morning and the gray 1365|And morn were repeating, "Lo! the King is born!" 1365|And, as we were going down through the streets, 1365|And the throng of the people was before us, 1365|I said unto ======================================== SAMPLE 29200 ======================================== 1365|Shall take his place in his great house! 1365|To all who have been happy in it, 1365|To all who live and look out upon it, 1365|This sacred house is sacred ground! 1365|What is a "city" but a round 1365|Of chambers, courts, buildings, and towers? 1365|In the great hall of the Temple 1365|Is the Bridegroom where the Bride is hidden. 1365|There are two in their marriages, 1365|And they sit on the stone chairs, 1365|And talk together of their husbands, 1365|And talk together of their husbands! 1365|The door is open to the garden, 1365|And the children walk to and fro 1365|In the light and the shadow. 1365|To the sweet and laughing voice of a child, who 1365|Hears them talk together. 1365|Come forth into the garden, O my children! 1365|For all have two ways of life; 1365|The one is to his brethren, and they their elders; 1365|But to himself he turns away. 1365|And he loves his elders, but they love him not, 1365|And unto himself he turns away. 1365|O my children, take your turn in the kingdom, 1365|And talk together, my children! 1365|There is something wrong in this world of darkness; 1365|And I wonder that you do not know it! 1365|The day that I shall be gone from you is the day 1365|That I shall come unto you. 1365|I think, my father, it may be that you know not it is true; 1365|And that you have been as good as kind while you were here, 1365|And have done nothing of the sort. 1365|And do not wonder, my father, that I am not here right; 1365|For I could have lived so long among you, and been with you, 1365|That I should not have been in the world. 1365|I know what you mean, my father, that I see no day 1365|But that is the one day more or less of all the day 1365|The day of all this which you have made me suffer! 1365|I have known what you mean, my father, but I cannot speak; 1365|And the Lord holds my tongue, and will not let me speak! 1365|You know what I have said, my dear child! 1365|What can I have meaning 1365|In what you have said to me? 1365|I do not know, my dear child, 1365|The words for you, so you will speak to me. 1365|What can I mean by this 1365|In what you say to me? 1365|You know all the best things I say 1365|Will all have meaning to your heart, 1365|As I to yours. 1365|Come, speak and be happy; be at rest; be strong; 1365|What should I care if you were ill or well 1365|That you were happy--all of you! 1365|I do not know 1365|Which is the good and evil. 1365|But I know God's love, and I shall be happy 1365|With his love. I shall have peace. 1365|Do not talk of peace 1365|I am dying, father, 1365|I am dying of heart, as you may see; 1365|Then take another, and take that, and be happy. 1365|Be happy; that is good and sure; 1365|There is not a hope at all in a dream; 1365|There is not even peace in a shadow; 1365|There is not hope, 1365|Or any peace at all, in a sight 1365|That is fading into a distance; 1365|Then take another, and take that, and be happy. 1365|Then take the other, and take that, and be happy. 1365|What is a dream? Is it then more sweet 1365|Than those clear, deep fountains that you know? 1365|When do I meet with my friend, and when 1365|Dawn at midnight in the early sky? 1365|That is the morning, and that is the sun, 1365|But which of these shall take the trouble 1365|To make one hour ======================================== SAMPLE 29210 ======================================== 2487|You've got a million songs I've known, 2487|Too many to name, but who would sing them? 2487|With your hand on my shoulder, so they say: 2487|_What's the story behind the rhyme?_ 2487|I'll tell you: one day in the city 2487|A woman who had often had children-- 2487|And as you might imagine it she must have 2487|Many, many grandchildren and great-grandsons-- 2487|She, the eldest grandchild, started out to buy 2487|For her life a house for her children. 2487|And she came back home in the evening, 2487|And in her place stood one who had just died; 2487|It was the very same woman who'd come home 2487|In the morning, that very morning, 2487|And I knew it by the ring on her hand-- 2487|I'd written it over, you might say. 2487|I thought that a very happy girl 2487|She was; and my thought was simply--so they say-- 2487|_So you'll have a hundred grandpas to inherit_. 2487|"Hedgetty's dead!" I said. "His bones lie low, 2487|Though the coffin is open, and open they are; 2487|And you can't marry her, I beg you, now 2487|Unless you take off a pigeon on your knee." 2487|She turned, and with a smile told me to leave off-- 2487|But why marry people who are dead?" 2487|"I don't know, sir!" my hostler replied-- 2487|"You make such a great fuss about your wife." 2487|"I don't know what you mean, sir!" cried I, 2487|"What is the old man's name, or what is the reason, 2487|If it's not--I don't know--Dorothy?" 2487|"It's not Dorothy--it's not Dorothy Smith-- 2487|I'm not even sure I like it. 2487|I'm not very nice upon marriage; 2487|I'm not much of a dandy. 2487|But there's a Dorothy at Oceola 2487|In the village--oh, and I've got her a niece! 2487|I've got a--well, there, maybe I've got it then!" 2487|"Oh, but there it is!" my hostler said, 2487|"You're married now to--somebody's kid! 2487|You're married to somebody's kid! 2487|Where's your Dorothy, now?" 2487|"I don't know, sir!" he stammered out, 2487|"I don't know why--ah, yes, I know!-- 2487|But the old man gave me all his money-- 2487|Ah, yes, that's why." 2487|"And yet--" said I, in an undertone, 2487|"Oh, but there's one thing I shouldn't forget-- 2487|Why does it matter to me? 2487|I see you go a different way, 2487|At the same table, sir." 2487|"Ah, yes! So you are married, sir! 2487|I'd like to--I'd like to know!-- 2487|There's somebody in the garden, 2487|Who'll tell me if there's one." 2487|He led me to the garden gate, 2487|And pointed to a garden-wall-- 2487|"Here you must go,--or not--you needn't blush-- 2487|As you never should, sir! 2487|But the gate is locked in the morning, sir: 2487|So you've no reason to blush. 2487|You wouldn't, anyhow--(not blushing yet!) 2487|Don't blushing for a brother that's dead." 2487|And here I chanced to glance about the place, 2487|And I could see the grave so grim and cold, 2487|With its marble pavement, and the stones, and the grave flowers, 2487|And I seemed to see the old man there-- 2487|A white haired man, whose features said, I dare say, 2487|"There's nobody to save, and nobody to grieve, 2487|And nobody to blame--it's--there's nobody ======================================== SAMPLE 29220 ======================================== 30391|Hail him to the holy places! 30391|Firmly shall his name adorn 30391|All that the world's wide regions, 30391|Where the stars in splendour beam! 30391|Hail his name of honour's name,-- 30391|His name of the good man's heritage! 30391|And his mighty sword that wrought on 30391|Crumbling rocks his mighty power-- 30391|Hail him now the brave of days! 30391|Let each man be his own captain, 30391|And strike his fellow's fatal blow; 30391|Each man to his fellow yield, 30391|And all are brothers through the blade. 30391|Hail him to his holy shrine, 30391|Beneath his God's bright sun. 30391|Let each man with his head bowed, 30391|Fell Caesar, and with bowed head, 30391|With his sword all hilted on hand, 30391|With his soul pure as a lily, 30391|With the lion's speed of hate, 30391|With the soul of the world of men, 30391|Athwart his life his soul was borne. 30391|Then his soul was like a rose, 30391|The rose of him who loves his youth; 30391|'Tis his heart that beats to-day, 30391|That is fair as the rose of him. 30391|And his soul is like a rose, 30391|The rose he loved who loves himself; 30391|And his soul is like a rose, 30391|That loves, and with heart and mind 30391|That is all love's white-hearted pride, 30391|His soul is like a rose, 30391|'Tis a rose of the pure,--the sweetest flower 30391|That grew in Eden's Paradise! 30391|There, with the rose-leaves of his heart, 30391|His soul is like the rose of him. 30391|Like the rose of him who loved his youth; 30391|'Tis his heart his soul that beats on hand 30391|With his soul pure as a lily 30391|That withers on the sand's edge, 30391|That withers with a white hair-tear. 30391|Then his heart is like a rose, 30391|'Tis his heart the rose that loved him! 30391|And his soul is like a rose, 30391|That withers in the sand's edge 30391|With white-flecked white-white-headed! 30391|Hail, the true-hearted young Caesar, 30391|Hail, the youth of all the world! 30391|When you come and sit in his presence, 30391|In the banquet-hall of the sun, 30391|Your face may not shine like the sun, 30391|Your voice may not sound like the moon. 30391|Your heart may beat as a white goose-heart 30391|But when you come to his presence, 30391|And stand by his side till the last smile 30391|Of his eyes, and the last kiss, depart, 30391|Your heart will not break upon you, 30391|Nor beat white-headed, nor white-powdered! 30391|'Tis the hour of the red-eyed god, 30391|The night of the burning moon, 30391|When the soul that is of the sun 30391|And the soul of the stars and the star-eyed, 30391|They are one, and they have one sun, 30391|With the white-powdered face of him, 30391|The heart of him in his throat, 30391|The soul of him in his hair; 30391|They have one sun, like the moon, 30391|And their souls are one, all souls of him, 30391|One heart, all souls of him. 30391|But when you come before his light, 30391|With your blood of his soul all burning, 30391|Then his heart will wax white; 30391|You are young, and you are old, 30391|Your soul is young and he is old, 30391|And he loves you,--yes, he loves, 30391|But he has seen all moons, and he hath fed 30391|His heart to-day, and the old sun, that burns 30391|In his own ======================================== SAMPLE 29230 ======================================== 14993|The first was a tall man with a deep-set 14993|Limpid eye and a great mouth, whose limbs were 14993|As lean as a mule's, and who was not 14993|A mere peasant. 14993|The second was a tall man with an eye 14993|Deep-set and wide; but who was not a man 14993|Or even a youth. 14993|The third was a man of all outward show, 14993|And a man of all inward look; but yet 14993|Who in inner sense was very fair. 14993|And a third was a man who had the power 14993|To look all things through: a man whose face, 14993|When he gazed on me, 14993|Was ever like a child's with all its eyes 14993|Rushing to his aid. 14993|And the fourth was a woman, 14993|A woman of such delicate grace 14993|That, when she took your hand in her own, 14993|The world went round. 14993|But the fifth was a man whose look 14993|Was the look to which the women yield, 14993|And who had a mouth for speech, and feet 14993|For running, and arms wherein to strike. 14993|In short, he was a man whose life 14993|Was the life of man, though not of life. 14993|He would walk in my company, day 14993|After day, and talk, and sing, and act, 14993|And play, and dance, and with the rest 14993|Would make one half a child; who for all 14993|The beauty of his form was a man. 14993|O Love! how hard it is for us 14993|To be your friends, but to be your foes. 14993|We hold you as a kind and gracious Father, 14993|And yet we know you are not dead; 14993|And we will laugh and be very glad, 14993|That you are still alive to love. 14993|The dead are so strange and beautiful, 14993|That still we find them in our dreams; 14993|And though you come and dwell with us 14993|We would not change you for the dead. 14993|Why should we change our friend for this? 14993|O Love, we cannot make you where we will, 14993|If we do not change with you; we waste 14993|Our thought and thought, and might increase it more, 14993|While we stand here upon your threshold; 14993|Therefore be strong, nor be dismayed. 14993|And, as we never feared to see 14993|That loving spirit of your own, 14993|In our own hearts we would repair 14993|In calm repose, and rest at ease. 14993|Come with me, let us go down 14993|To the city of love, 14993|Where the flowers make music 14993|Everywhere you pass. 14993|There we'll listen to the hymns 14993|That come from the flowers, 14993|There we'll whisper with the birds 14993|To make them answer with their hymn. 14993|Then my darling, my little child, 14993|You may go and play; 14993|And when we are very young 14993|We shall play with you there. 14993|We have not a thought to bind us; 14993|We roam from our play; 14993|Yet come when my darling shall 14993|Come, I will go too. 14993|Now that I have got to love, 14993|I shall go beyond; 14993|A love that shall not be bound 14993|By any law, no more. 14993|When I shall have learned this truth, 14993|Then I shall go down there, 14993|And my love will be free, 14993|And I from the earth will come 14993|Up again with her. 14993|So be it, therefore, all, 14993|You shall go with me, 14993|And as we are very young 14993|We shall play with you there. 14993|When they came like a troop of angels down to earth, 14993|And with them came Mary; 14993|With angels to bring comfort to her heart, 14993|And with Angels to give her crown of light. 14993|As she looked on ======================================== SAMPLE 29240 ======================================== I'd rather be in heaven 35991|Under the everlasting sun, 35991|In which there's nothing but the light 35991|For the first three hours of the night, 35991|Forgetting that the sun might fade 35991|And be forgotten for a day, 35991|Than in this life where there's neither right nor wrong, 35991|Nor any hope of happiness, 35991|Nor any joy in life, nor even that 35991|I could hold both your hand and the whole of it, 35991|For life's too short and there are many things 35991|To keep men busy, many days of days. 35991|I am tired of men, and I say this 35991|As if some people else had become this way. 35991|Who'd work his whole life through to the last 35991|Unless he had the hope of happiness, 35991|Who'd struggle and dream to get where he gets, 35991|And then have the bitterness of failing. 35991|When I am working and thinking of you, 35991|I'm thinking of your life and of its good, 35991|A hundred million men in this world 35991|Of work, of workmen, do what you can, 35991|And struggle and dream and fight and fight."... 35991|And then the last words were "Do you know 35991|I'm sorry for your struggle, don't I know, 35991|For all the effort, all the work put forth, 35991|And all the tears, and all the years that pass 35991|To bring me face to face with a hope or change" 35991|And as he read he could see how there 35991|Were tears in her eyes, but she writes me 35991|That she thinks I'm very kind but very hard 35991|And very kindly, and she's very sure 35991|I suffer as I should but not as I do. 35991|She'll not believe this, I hope the time 35991|Will come I will forgive her, for her mind 35991|Is filled with hatred against the evil plan 35991|That tries to take from life the joy of life 35991|And cause me work to do and to endure. 35991|She asks me not to see the future, say 35991|To me what I must do this day, and I 35991|Write her I can do this or that day or hour 35991|And nothing will she do but follow her will. 35991|I told her if life were indeed the same 35991|She must give birth, and have life, and have thought 35991|And done her work and gone to labor, say 35991|There you have it, do you understand? 35991|And at the end I'll say, "I wonder what 35991|Will be the life you have to-day and to-morrow, 35991|And what the life that's waiting for you, me 35991|And yours, when you have had your youth and rest. 35991|And do you see your life will be more difficult 35991|With work to do, and spend of you my time, 35991|And you must pay for it, because it is 35991|So much you have given up?" And she will say: 35991|"It was a life to live." And I'll write her once, 35991|And write her "please recall the things to-day." 35991|I thought of what in life to do--you read me, 35991|I thank you. But when she comes to say 35991|This is the thing that has bothered me for years, 35991|This is the real reason to put off 35991|What I must do with you, and do it now, 35991|As I can see you're better off than me, 35991|And can accomplish what you have to do, 35991|I'm sorry--so am I, and this is why 35991|We must put things off to-day; there's work yet 35991|To do with you or anything with me 35991|At all." 35991|In a letter she writes at last: "Some days, 35991 ======================================== SAMPLE 29250 ======================================== 2622|For the little flower that made him sad. 2622|They were all lovers, since they did not know 2622|Each other was their friend. My lips 2622|Are too young to make him love me; 2622|All those lips, with their deep kisses, 2622|Were only flowers in my garden 2622|By a summer night. 2622|All the roses, all the lily 2622|That grew by the fairy's side, 2622|They came to the same white house, 2622|And lived there and died there. 2622|Lilies and larks-in-gloves, 2622|They came and drank from the sky, 2622|While angels danced and were kissed. 2622|The little white moon came every day 2622|By night! Oh, the pale white moon! 2622|When the grass of my garden was fresh 2622|And the snow lay in my hair, 2622|I could not but think of the snow, 2622|When we stood upon her bed; 2622|And the green grass with the snow lay 2622|Upon her head on her breast. 2622|She took the white lilies' drops, 2622|And they were warm as dew, 2622|And put them in her hair about her 2622|To shut it up better by day; 2622|But she would not do this ever; 2622|She put them out of her soul. 2622|I love her, my Mary, best 2622|Of all that love in the world: 2622|And she is my very own, 2622|For she is loved of me. 2622|My heart-strings are sweet, you see, as they are, 2622|So is all God's music in you: 2622|I have bound you round with silken bands 2622|And my arms have bound you round with thought, 2622|And my lips are bound with your love. 2622|My heart has bound you from the first; it's made 2622|To love as I would love--if I could be 2622|So sweet a love to be loved of you! 2622|I have loved you in the morning light 2622|When the soft-eyed morning stars look down; 2622|I have loved you in the noon's star-shine 2622|When every bird sounds forth in love; 2622|I have loved you in the moonlight cold, 2622|And I love you in the star-glow too. 2622|In the summer moonlight, bright and late, 2622|You are floating in the sun's warm light; 2622|But oh, it is a pity no one loves 2622|Who loves you in the morning light! 2622|When the little birds sing and the flowers come forth and come forth, 2622|And the birds come forth and laugh, and the flowers come forth; 2622|When the little blossoms shine, I love but the light; 2622|But I love, oh, I love, I love! 2622|I shall love and worship till I die; 2622|But it's the morning sunlight, warm and clear, 2622|That's the day I found you last, 2622|That lifts me to its brightness, and I kneel, and sink, 2622|Under a cloud serene. 2622|My love is as glad as a bird, 2622|And white as a dove. 2622|My love is as sad as a tree 2622|That has heard God's song. 2622|My love is as lonely as a star; 2622|Yet is brighter than all, 2622|That looks in the depths of the heaven's blue 2622|With love's white flame ablaze. 2622|My love is as fond of itself, 2622|And as fair to behold; 2622|So kind and tender, pure and dear, 2622|And fair in its own way. 2622|My love is as wise as a clock, 2622|And very sweet to touch; 2622|And sweet in its secrets to meet, 2622|And dear as my heart to it. 2622|As sweet to my soul 'tis, and as wise, 2622|And as lonely, as sweet, 2622|All things that love me, and all things sweet, 2622|And all that are dear above. 2622|My ======================================== SAMPLE 29260 ======================================== 1365|Of the high-sounding and the beautiful. 1365|Then once again a voice from midst the crowd 1365|Cried out: "Give me the cup!" and up and through 1365|Leaped a stranger in his race as he had never been there, 1365|Stretched himself upon a bench beneath a tree, 1365|And at long intervals another voice cried out, 1365|"Give me the cup!" and again a stranger came. 1365|Now all this crowd of people was of every race and speech, 1365|And each with its own tongue and face and hair 1365|Climbed upon the bench with eager steps and eyes 1365|In the midst of the tumult and the exulting cries. 1365|And the man stretched out his hand and took the cup, 1365|And the man stretched his hand, and they poured out 1365|The wine without saying a word, and stood 1365|Bewildered awhile, and then all at once 1365|Cried out, "It is Enough! Drink!" and together 1365|Drank, and the city and the country stood up 1365|And laughed with shouts of "Aha! aha!" 1365|And the man stretched out his hand, and lo! the crowd 1365|Broke up, and he sat down again in the street, 1365|And they called the poor old man "a Guinea-Bob," 1365|And the stranger, too, "sitting in his chair!" 1365|And the old man looked up at him and smiled, 1365|But his heart was in his mouth, and he looked 1365|As though his feet had been stript of his own 1365|Body by him from the street, and his mind 1365|Was as a cage of some one, hungry, thrown, 1365|And his eyes were full of flies on every wall. 1365|And he said to himself: "There is never an hour 1365|That is not filled with the thought of a Cup 1365|Of the richest wine, and every man said 1365|To me, as he passed by, "Take that fellow's place!" 1365|And I said, "What can I do with him, I whom 1365|He does not dare to greet with my glad greeting? 1365|He is not a man to be taken lightly." 1365|But my heart was lightened, for I stood there 1365|In the midst of the noisy and the thirsty sea, 1365|Looking at him. The strange man took me wholly, 1365|And his face seemed light as a cloud of autumn; 1365|And he said nothing to me, but he took 1365|My cup and put it down in my lap, and said: 1365|"I will drink from this cup to the last breath!" 1365|But my heart was heavy with the thought of a Cup 1365|He could not make of the body alone. 1365|So I only answered with my eyes, and said: 1365|Through the city and the country and the plain 1365|Went the sound of his trampling and the clang 1365|Of his horns, and they spake in the old man's ear, 1365|All they saw and heard, and only the old man 1365|Held his door ajar. 1365|For the sun was set, and he saw only 1365|The light of the leaving of the opening day, 1365|And the white foam of the wave spread o'er the sky, 1365|And the stars of the sky were on the ocean floor. 1365|And I stood with my hand upon the chair, 1365|And I heard the rattle of his whip, and he 1365|Sang with his voice as he stirred the fire. 1365|And the young people came down from their houses, 1365|And the old men from the seats, and the damsels, 1365|All the fair ones, and the noble, the good-for-naught sons. 1365|And they saw the old man with his cups, and one 1365|Said softly, "O my father! O my hero! 1365|O my master! O my master's glory! 1365|He, too, is gone with our old horse to the North!" 1365|And I heard the carriages drive off with the fair ones, 1365|And the carriage for their horses, and the woman ======================================== SAMPLE 29270 ======================================== 7394|When thy life is spent, 7394|How long, how long, for thy dear brother, 7394|Will his heart, how long, for thee grieve him? 7394|When thy life is spent, 7394|Will his love for thee 7394|And his love for us, 7394|To long life and eternal rest belong? 7394|But, O Lord, when thou wast born, in the gloom 7394|Where God's arm caress thee and make thee smile 7394|And the sweet music which angels made thy own, 7394|All life had wings; 7394|In the light on the angel faces gleaming, 7394|Light, the soul's path! 7394|As thou shinest, God's image there goes by 7394|Like a golden flame; 7394|And I see, I see those angels passing,-- 7394|How they live for a day, 7394|Then grow pale, grow old, and die, and go away,-- 7394|And I know thou wilt. 7394|When the earth turns, and the stars are falling, 7394|And the tide of years rushes on forever, 7394|And thou, when the world's heart is melting, 7394|Giddiest, most beautiful, must rest 7394|With the loving and rejoicing waters,-- 7394|Oh, God grant forever, 7394|When the world be dead, 7394|Thou shalt dwell by those divine waters gliding, 7394|And the angels of heaven shall sing forever 7394|O'er thee passing so tenderly! 7394|Oh, I've known thy beauty and love, beloved! 7394|Thy love and beauty I could see, 7394|But the way was hid by the graves,-- 7394|How could it ever be long 7394|That I, my God! my thoughts would dare 7394|To look to this side or that, 7394|If I ever, if I ever should see 7394|Thee in all thy glory! 7394|There, in the far-off sun's last beams, by the sea,-- 7394|There--my dear Lord, I must 7394|Say unto thee, my God! 7394|In thy love alone couldst thou come near me, beloved, 7394|Or hide from mine eyes? 7394|There must be words in every thought, and fear must lie 7394|Before I meet thy face, 7394|For the things that I've lived for, now I must take 7394|And call them mine;--it would break my heart if I did, 7394|And yet my God--my God! my darling, I would be 7394|My life-long love, till thou, at last! 7394|I cannot sing, 7394|But that's the point! 7394|How the girl that is good 7394|Is sometimes very bad! 7394|A little talk, 7394|If you can have it, 7394|Will make a man, 7394|By God's grace, 7394|Sit up straight. 7394|My dear, you are 7394|Most welcome! 7394|Come along, 7394|I would know you; 7394|I shall go, 7394|I'll wait in vain. 7394|My friend, you must, 7394|I'm quite sure, 7394|Be quite fine, 7394|And very nigh, 7394|If you be 7394|Very good, 7394|My dear, I would not have it so! 7394|O my dear maid! 7394|You mustn't blush, 7394|You mustn't look 7394|Wistful, blue, 7394|As I look, dear,-- 7394|My dear, you're a 7394|Well-willed maid, 7394|If you will 7394|Be a good nymph, 7394|And not aye 7394|Take to you 7394|Wherever I may, 7394|My dear, you may, 7394|Come to me, 7394|I shall love you, 7394|And you there, dear, 7394|May live with me, 7394|My Lord! my dear, dear Lord! 7394|I know, I know 7394|That I have loved you ======================================== SAMPLE 29280 ======================================== 42034|With light the sun's red rim; 42034|The day has gone, and, in the east, 42034|The halo shines alone! 42034|The sun rises up with haste, 42034|The sky is covered with clouds; 42034|With joy no longer I view 42034|The sky with all its silver showers. 42034|One day at least my thoughts shall rest 42034|Upon the beautiful skies, 42034|Where, like some lovely poet's dream, 42034|Their beauty all doth make my soul rejoice! 42034|The city sleeps: in the garden, 42034|With its white rose and its gray, 42034|The flower is wakening, it seems to say-- 42034|"O garden with the brightest rose, 42034|How long, how long, how long 42034|Haply yours has glittered the shade 42034|Around your door, and now they blow! 42034|Long, long may their beauty glow!" 42034|The garden sighs with sadness, 42034|O'er-blown, so far away! 42034|How vainly we our duty ask, 42034|When life is thus to cheer 42034|With earthly things, and earthly joy 42034|Bring but a fleeting joy! 42034|One thing alone can make life sweet: 42034|To sing the songs with joy; 42034|And sing the songs our fathers sang 42034|Long ages ago. 42034|The hues of dawn are on the hill, 42034|The birds awaken at last; 42034|All nature awakes, and, in its glee, 42034|The world is full of mirth. 42034|Come, Liberty, thy day-star shed 42034|O'er every grave, the cold foe dig! 42034|Let the bold soldier on the prow 42034|Of old Atlantic's grave command! 42034|The night is bright above the sea, 42034|Upon the hill the sun is bright; 42034|The hillside sings, and the children throng 42034|About the living, bright, radiant boy. 42034|And Liberty the hour is 42034|When you must hold the people free, 42034|And never let them be conquered; 42034|Your soul must be above all 42034|To serve them well and give them light. 42034|Then come, Liberty, come, and shine 42034|In splendor so high, and in a crown 42034|That you may rest, and when you go, 42034|Shine and shine, and in your glory sing! 42034|The day is not a day for rest: 42034|It is the day to conquer; 42034|And it is your duty to keep 42034|The people free, and go, and rise 42034|And shine, and sing to them when they're poor. 42034|And I shall be the first to tell you, 42034|My duty is a crowning; 42034|But I have chosen this hour of birth 42034|My crown to wear; and it were meet 42034|To worship God the Father, 42034|And all His angels, with a will 42034|So noble for the high pursuit. 42034|And if you fail, oh, then, the day 42034|Is but one hour of labor; 42034|And 'tis but one hour when you will die-- 42034|But if it never, dare to end-- 42034|Then, Liberty, my God, be near-- 42034|The crown you wear is a precious one. 42034|"I see him, and I know him, 42034|As down the mountain side, 42034|I see him, and I hear him, 42034|As long as life shall last. 42034|The trees that fringe the mountain 42034|Seem to be praying 42034|To the Lord to lead me 42034|Through the paths I know so well. 42034|O'er the road he seems to fade, 42034|To me he never comes; 42034|But I know that the wind will blow 42034|Past the world to the west; 42034|Where the hills of a western wood 42034|Are still as hills to die. 42034|And while he's fading over me 42034|They'll make a red dawn o'er me, 42034|And the road I have ======================================== SAMPLE 29290 ======================================== 28375|But I may say no more, for I'll not tell again. 28375|O ye, that dwell on Parnassus' topmost steep! 28375|O ye, that live in cloistral shades and trees! 28375|Ye that with glitt'ring cypress-walks ascend, 28375|And on the highest mount with ever-shading shade, 28375|Where God's most ample heaven, and Earth's broad plains extend! 28375|O ye fair scenes!--O ye bard-like bards of heav'n, 28375|O ye gods and poets! which by you are known, 28375|Pervade this melancholy hour of care, 28375|And let your bright thoughts, and their unclouded mirth, 28375|Gild with the sun the passing evening hour. 28375|Thus sung the holy Muse, and so well expressed 28375|Her sad design; that such effect did seek 28375|As those could not through the depth of ages find: 28375|Nor ever has the air, or water, had power 28375|Or grace to sweep away this grovelling grace. 28375|I was on my way, I see the sun grow fast, 28375|And the stars to my eyes with kind displeasure fall, 28375|That I have put off the beauty of his beams, 28375|To look upon this garden more than fair: 28375|But I with pleasure view his new-born fires, 28375|And the great brightness and new-made light of ages, 28375|And think on the happy hours when I was here; 28375|My friend in the house, with a good-night prayer, 28375|Shall come; but I, as I pass this happy spot, 28375|Shall wish my soul still lighter, more pleasing bays. 28375|The fountains that round about the sycamore blaze, 28375|And round about the laurel round the orchard grow, 28375|They hear thy voice, O sweet Dian! in their fall, 28375|And with a sigh they make thine entrance to them, 28375|That on their branches they may feed the mistletoe, 28375|And still be seen from this solitary place. 28375|I would from the world they vanish, and with thee 28375|Cean du Cein to me, and I should still be; 28375|Then let that fount hear in the clouds its name, 28375|That one of those holy waters to thee is known, 28375|Where every bird, each flower, shall sing thy praise, 28375|And all things speak thy glory in the face. 28375|The fountains that round about the sycamore blaze, 28375|And round about the laurel round the orchard grow, 28375|They hear thy voice, O sweet Dian! with gladness, 28375|And from their fountains turn their voices to thee. 28375|Hear thou that I have had a happy part 28375|In thy beloved happy life, which seems 28375|Too long, though to their eyes too short, to live, 28375|Though long, enough has been, like to too long, 28375|Too happy to be happy here below. 28375|How sweet is Death, when the soul's light is fled, 28375|And those who loved us, that lived with thee, 28375|Have done with us, and passed us on to rest. 28375|What must we do then to bid them last 28375|With us, and live when the sun shines no more! 28375|That the bright spirit which in death was slain, 28375|Shall not be for ever, but be renew'd 28375|When life's golden influence hath ceased to shine, 28375|And when the soul in her deluge goes down 28375|To the wide sea of darkness, and is found 28375|By men that love it, by these that keep it here! 28375|And thou, fair queen, whose name is not unknown, 28375|And with the bright star which thou hast shewn me; 28375|Whose light is given for favor to us here, 28375|Who shine in thy brightness, as a sun shines here; 28375|If to these eyes, thou only, thou art dear, 28375|The shrine where love's sacred fires are laid, 28375|In these eyes, may be our only rest. 28375|Come, let us ======================================== SAMPLE 29300 ======================================== 36954|I've heard of 'most anything;' 36954|I've heard of 'a-b-c-d-e-f-g, 36954|I've heard of 'a-b-b'-c-d; 36954|But nothing beats 'eavy moulin', 36954|O' dew! 36954|No! I won't be so cheap! 36954|I'll buy you a 'Lancelet.' 36954|You won't refuse, will you? 36954|In any case, I 36954|Won't make it a condition 36954|To buy you a Lancelet. 36954|I think you'll do the same. 36954|But I'm all to pieces here! 36954|In fact, I'm all to pieces! 36954|'Lancelet! Lancelet! Lancelet! 36954|All the world to a horsebag! 36954|Where does it go o'er the hilly 36954|I'll tell you, 36954|The man at the parson's door, 36954|As black as a squirrel orgy, 36954|Won't be long before he's in. 36954|There, let that chap leave you! 36954|Here's a good hard bargain. 36954|There let him go on his way! 36954|He won't return, you know, 36954|But he'll make a good looker: 36954|You may ask the thing if you see, 36954|If you're curious about it! 36954|Don't talk o' the Lancelet! 36954|'Tis a bad ride on a saddle; 36954|'Tis a ride of a life's one's best way 36954|On an out-worn horse that's been worn, 36954|With the wind that has been on it. 36954|That 'ere's an' that's another; 36954|You'll see, when I say "nothin'," 36954|Another's lonesome and lone; 36954|A lonesome old black horse 36954|That can't go up his own good hill! 36954|He's not a stranger to it! 36954|If he is, he can't go, 36954|Though he does not care a pin! 36954|This parson, he's not that kind o' a fool,-- 36954|Not that kind o' a fool! 36954|He knows how to talk to the wind in his ear, 36954|And to make him whistle a warning sound, 36954|When he thinks he is riding the steepest course; 36954|He knows how to go on, not stopping to retrace, 36954|And to let the parson's foot come in twain; 36954|But he can't say to the storm-wind, "Hurrah! for good;" 36954|He'll only say, "Hurrah! for fun!" 36954|There! now, you can't be too harsh here, 36954|My new, young, wild-haired, dorky friend! 36954|There's so much in your way of talk, 36954|So much in your talk, young friend! 36954|There's just what a man is, and how 36954|He goes to bed and comes back to find 36954|All his friends the same old talk-- 36954|Wisely worded and well spoken. 36954|That old horse of your looks-- 36954|Old grey horse of his looks! 36954|Old grey steed of his looks, 36954|How is any sound on his wind, 36954|Hurrah! hurrah! to the old steed? 36954|The day's done, the sun's gone down, 36954|And the shadows on hill and plain 36954|Come back to the dark sky again. 36954|I'm going out to sea. 36954|I say I'm going out to sea! 36954|I'm going out to sea, 36954|And there's one I'd meet the second time 36954|Who is going out to sea! 36954|Oh, he's got the look o' death; 36954|He's as thin as a loaf, 36954|He's as white as a lily blossom, 36954|But he's got one bone below: 36954|He's got the mark o' the Saviour 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 29310 ======================================== 10602|And all her fair beauties set before his eye. 10602|Now doe the kinges daughters to their chamber run, 10602|Girt othigh and in their mantles as they may: 10602|One there with a red gem, one with a blue, 10602|With a goodly company of fair young men. 10602|There doe they stay for the most part one day, 10602|And then doe they tarry till it growes more day. 10602|Then doe they go to rest, but as day grows ower, 10602|The night cometh, and for a season stay. 10602|And the children with their mothers bide, 10602|And every one taketh his mother so; 10602|There oftentimes they kiss'd each other eke, 10602|And therewith met as friends evermore. 10602|Little Sone, which that day cam ever nigh, 10602|Unto my Lord doe nowe, that I ne wot. 10602|She sayd, "What is your will, faire lady mine, 10602|For elles doth you to me nowe so go? 10602|Ne shall you nere be in my bed to-morrowe, 10602|But be the wisest man that die may." 10602|"O little Sone, what shall I wite of thee, 10602|Or elles tell thus my sufferance?" 10602|"I have thy body, Lord, and mine am I; 10602|And for thy sicknesses must nowe be bore, 10602|For, Lord, I cannot be healed of thine." 10602|Little Sone, which that day cam ever nigh, 10602|Unto the gentle Lady did she cry, 10602|That I should goene with her to the king, 10602|That was of all their company most good. 10602|"O, Lady, O, you must not so contryve, 10602|But keep me not to misery much; 10602|For nowe I am well, but shall be cured none, 10602|From the sweete herb, which I have that wone." 10602|Little Sone, which that day cam ever nigh, 10602|Unto the King did she come then, 10602|And said, "O, which thing is the sadder 10602|Unto this king of all mankind? 10602|He that was the most joynee of all twayne, 10602|As well men that were as stones on ground? 10602|He that was with men, that did not seeke 10602|And gazest on himselfe al place, 10602|Or saw by his wise eye seene a place 10602|Where he might see all things which were? 10602|For which all men, for the worldes good, 10602|Are kindely, all men are of good cheer, 10602|And love themselues to that which they have? 10602|But I, which was made with joyes to be, 10602|To have been made the highest and best, 10602|To have been made from all men's parts brent, 10602|For whom should any be such as I am? 10602|O, let me go, poor me, let me go; 10602|Let me go my way, or let me stay; 10602|Or let me die, which is the death to me. 10602|To die I lye not, but let me live: 10602|For dying is to loath, to live is loth; 10602|Being thus made and to endure that, 10602|Died I shall be, I never was good." 10602|So she made answer, which it shal now fynd, 10602|For she was fixt, but nought she would confess; 10602|Thus went she up into a chamber new, 10602|Lest she, who had longe been in that place, 10602|Should lye there still, where she was before. 10602|And while they in the dayes sat unanone, 10602|Unto a chamber made of woodlesie, 10602|And there they fynded little cloth and small, 10602|That nere had longe been in that place. 10602|But when they were made a chamber by, 10602|Which that same ======================================== SAMPLE 29320 ======================================== 2621|Of summer flowers, 2621|Of summer airs that ring 2621|Like bells from heaven, 2621|And the sound of rain, 2621|Like voices of delight 2621|Dying away, 2621|And your voice, sweet, 2621|So soft and low, 2621|And your voice, sweet, 2621|So soft and low, 2621|When your lips are parted 2621|By the breath of flowers, 2621|By the sound of rain, 2621|By the dream of showers, 2621|Comes with the songs 2621|Of spring in showers, 2621|With your sweet voice, 2621|In the leaves of the trees, 2621|Come and be with me, 2621|Come away. 2621|Lullaby. 2621|I came home late from the sea, 2621|'Twas one long sleepless night, 2621|I lay awake thinking 2621|Of all that was long ago, 2621|Of hope that was false and over, 2621|Of joy that was bitter. 2621|I thought of the kissing sun 2621|That woke the waters up, 2621|I thought of the wind that blew, 2621|That thrilled the airs of June; 2621|And all the days that are past 2621|I wish I could rise and go 2621|And kiss away the hours, 2621|For they are useless now, I know, 2621|But--to think of them asleep! 2621|Lullaby. 2621|I went from my mother's breast, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea!) 2621|No mother's care could e'er 2621|My soul be lost in a stranger land. 2621|I did not know that I was 2621|Not she alone whom God loved so, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea!) 2621|But God I was not she! 2621|And so I left my father's hall, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea!) 2621|They took me and left me there 2621|(I came home late from the sea!) 2621|I went to my sisters' room, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea!) 2621|And there I found them all 2621|In tears and with sorrow; 2621|And even their tears were hard, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea.) 2621|I turned me to my brothers' breast! 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea!) 2621|They looked with love and hate, 2621|But all in vain; 2621|The cold, cold spring had wrung 2621|They told me of hope again, again. 2621|I went to my sisters at home, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea!) 2621|(Ah, me! my heart is broken, again!) 2621|Alas for the sorrows of old, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea.) 2621|But I shall be happy in the Lord, 2621|(Ah, me! I came home late from the sea!) 2621|For once the clouds seem to go, 2621|(Oh, I came home late from the sea!) 2621|It is time to be gone; 2621|My mother cries with agony, 2621|My father is weeping his fill, 2621|My brothers all laugh so hard I could cry. 2621|I will go away to the West. 2621|To the west of the world, to the west! 2621|My heart is heavy, my mother dear; 2621|God grant that they never may meet, 2621|Nor ever come back with your voice and your eyes. 2621|I can never forget 2621|That long ago 2621|I heard in the wood, as I lay awake, 2621|The sound of a silver bird. 2621|It was singing so sadly, so sadly; 2621|It trembled so fearfully, 2621|That it frightened me so very much, 2621|That I rose up from my bed, and I ran 2621|And I sought for the golden beak 2621|That once sang in the wood. 2621| ======================================== SAMPLE 29330 ======================================== 13650|For when he came to see, (you see 13650|He was a little tired and faint) 13650|He picked off three of your men, 13650|But killed, as he thought, the rest. 13650|Now O the story you'll hear 13650|Of two that had ten of you,-- 13650|Three hundred of your men! 13650|The poor mutton-chops, red and bloody, 13650|He carried in his little cart. 13650|With bones all blood-red in the straw, 13650|He saw a young dog walking here, 13650|And then he looked at him, and said 13650|"He's a dear old dog, he isn't dead." 13650|But the little dog in the brown coat 13650|That didn't know who his master was 13650|(And the dog in the brown coat couldn't tell), 13650|He could talk to an old dog like Brown, 13650|And took him up in his headlong cart, 13650|And pulled him about the fields like a 13650|Ten year job could not have done him better. 13650|When I go down 13650|To the town, 13650|They always bring me back. 13650|When I go down 13650|I should think 13650|There'd be more to see. 13650|When I go down 13650|They say to me 13650|That I haven't got 13650|When I go down 13650|But I am 13650|A man grown old, 13650|Served some way too late 13650|(Though there are those 13650|Who say I am), 13650|Who tells the tale 13650|"He doesn't look the lad 13650|That's gone too late." 13650|Though the story you do hear 13650|If it were not a 13650|The saddest news 13650|Ever told. 13650|You know how I hate 13650|To be found out 13650|Before the day 13650|That's set in gold! 13650|(The moon's so big) 13650|You might put me out 13650|In town at night; 13650|You'd have to wait, 13650|And you'd have only me, 13650|Until the moon went out. 13650|How I wish I was 13650|Was on the pier, 13650|With a little ship 13650|Coming over the moon. 13650|For I'm always weary 13650|Of being found out 13650|Before the day! 13650|I was at the Fair, last Saturday, 13650|And there was a little girl alone 13650|Rocking with her fop, a-singing fit, 13650|Her daddies a-fawning at the gate,-- 13650|A little girl was there like May,-- 13650|And her name's Madeir,--the prettiest one. 13650|So she sang the whole day through; and I saw 13650|Her every move by her green eyes; 13650|For never so straight before or since 13650|Was ever known who grew up as me! 13650|The fairest little girl of all the throng, 13650|With her green eyes, I gazed on her all day. 13650|As in the gorse the robin peers, 13650|And spots upon his wings to see 13650|The butterflies, and birds, and flowers, 13650|So I, all night under the skies, 13650|Pressed through the grassy ways of song, 13650|Singing to myself,--"O this life! 13650|For this is love, and this is love." 13650|And thus I sat through the fair; 13650|And many was the gush of glee; 13650|And many was the laugh; and many was praise 13650|"O happy being! happy being!" 13650|But when my eyes were brought to hers, 13650|I thought I saw the forms of Kings, 13650|And the bright robe of royal birth. 13650|And so at last I laid me down to die, 13650|But not in the joy of life like one 13650|Who at an open field a-dine; 13650|But in my grave with flowers of dreams, 13650|And, ======================================== SAMPLE 29340 ======================================== 3698|And, with an air which his first acts did display, 3698|He went the way he came and would not stay. 3698|His way from Grasmere to the house of Baron 3698|He took with most unhurt and unperturbed pace; 3698|Though some perplexed, of their course not dismayed, 3698|And the young knight being to the place convey'd, 3698|Beheld the door with less of anxiety, 3698|Which had been open but for some short space. 3698|Away, away from the sweet, sweet air of Spring, 3698|Forgotten by many, forgotten quite. 3698|But he, for whom the earth of Spring had been 3698|Seen with a sweet and not a desolate look, 3698|And in whom his love had been most kind, 3698|Was not more anxious, less delighted, then, 3698|For the fair object, in whose face so keen 3698|He watched the glimmer of her tender eye, 3698|Than for the present, and for one that seems 3698|Of such affection, to be so beloved. 3698|O happy heart! whose feelings are all hid 3698|In the green shade and the tender grass! 3698|O happy hand! whose trembling fingers fill 3698|With a flood of rapture never knew before! 3698|O happy lips! whose gentle touch to taste 3698|Is like the dimples of a firstlady. 3698|But he, for whom all seemed happy beyond words, 3698|A sad, a melancholy scene was seen. 3698|For he, alas, had died in his prime, and, tho' 3698|A lady fair, with a heart of tenderness, 3698|Still tenderly mourned, and had died with tears 3698|That only sad were for his earlman's sake. 3698|Yet, for his wife, the mourners are the chief, 3698|For whom his own must to death's dread hour be doom'd, 3698|Though he too must die soon, which they most dread 3698|In a strange land far from his children dear. 3698|She was in her grave an hour ago, 3698|And lay all fair and blithe in the earth: 3698|But she will rise, and she will wander forth 3698|Like a new-born star that first upon the breeze 3698|Shall fling a last adieu, and sadly roam, 3698|And die in the bosom of a lover's arms. 3698|This is their mournful anthem, and there's some 3698|That would sing it to heaven by day and night. 3698|'Twas a poor little child, 3698|But a stout old man; 3698|He carried her in his arms, 3698|His arms full of joy, 3698|And gave her such a kiss 3698|As made her glad and young. 3698|But she cried in her glee, 3698|'No, no,--there is need 3698|That my son take me with him 3698|To his father's hall.' 3698|With that a frown came o'er her 3698|And she thought on him 3698|As to him she'd been left 3698|When he had left her alone. 3698|She looked him in the face, 3698|She spoke to him in this wise: 3698|You've no child in England 3698|Who has such a mother, sir. 3698|He looked at her, and said, 3698|'My child, I love you; 3698|You're a beauteous creature, 3698|And I'd follow you far, sir.' 3698|He set her in his arms, 3698|He held her, he caressed her, 3698|And kissed her with his lips. 3698|'Please, sir, to wash me, sir.' 3698|He went in my arms-- 3698|Oh, he was quite a tender 3698|Little creature, we know, sir. 3698|He washed me in the river 3698|And he caressed me and stroked me; 3698|He gave me such a kiss 3698|As made me glad and young. 3698|He would have gone away 3698|But his mother wouldn't let him; 3698|And he ======================================== SAMPLE 29350 ======================================== 24869|This, that he had done by me, 24869|Who for this cause alone had lent, 24869|This, that I for my lord had sent. 24869|Bent were his back and bended feet, 24869|With anguish's shafts his bosom writhed, 24869|And every nerve and fibre strained 24869|To give me aid, or to protect. 24869|When now I sought his side to lift, 24869|The hero’s soul with anguish tried; 24869|Yet I, for that he bade me wait, 24869|Stayed till the evening’s close had sped. 24869|While I in vain his prayers refused, 24869|And, still my heart with anguish torn, 24869|At length with all his will resigned, 24869|And prayed for one with kind intent. 24869|’Twas thus we took our parting way, 24869|As each for other faring bore. 24869|Canto XVII. Vasishtha’s Farewell. 24869|When, with the day of duty past, 24869|The lotus-eyed Prince Ayodhyá sought 24869|His home, where from the silent fields 24869|His father Káma held his reign, 24869|And home to Daṇḍak forest bred 24869|His people for his banishment, 24869|The royal consort first I knew 24869|A sad-eyed sire, whom Raghu sought, 24869|And Ráma’s wife, by far the best 24869|Of all his race, with suppliant prayers 24869|Prepared in every mansion, where 24869|His sons might dwell in quiet ease. 24869|When thus the son of Daśaratha cried 24869|To Janak, and his lady sweet, 24869|Who had to meet his sire repair, 24869|He bade each be adorned in white. 24869|To Janak’s daughter wise and true 24869|The king his task his care designed, 24869|To her the gifts and gifts bestowed, 24869|And promised to be true. 24869|The good, good consort first, he bade 24869|Give him a daughter fair and young, 24869|A child in form and strength, whose charms 24869|Her loving heart would ne’er forget. 24869|So Janak’s daughter came to be 24869|His bride, of all the royal band. 24869|The gifts, his spouse, the princess won: 24869|And love was seen and praise from all. 24869|Hark how the sound of game is borne 24869|Where roamer and septentranth blend. 24869|Now on the royal brow is set 24869|A glory that resembles gold. 24869|Hark how the roamer on his lute 24869|Gives pleasure and delight to every guest. 24869|Now on the queen’s head is set 24869|A crown of gems that shine like gold, 24869|And golden garlands round are bound 24869|As garlands of the dame whom kings revere. 24869|The golden crown is graced with gems, 24869|And gold the lip and ear on high, 24869|As by each ear, in highest bliss, 24869|The Lord of Love has placed her. 24869|The golden mouth, in smiles of mirth, 24869|Has flowers that blush with amorous joy, 24869|Each golden ornament that burns 24869|With fire of amorous desire.(827) 24869|Now when the morning sun retires 24869|O’er hill and dale, and all repose, 24869|In blissful slumber falls the hours 24869|For those, for these who wake to wake. 24869|When noiseless sleep has fallen, he 24869|Will wake, and see the light that lights, 24869|A youthful widow well content 24869|With living in the eyes of him.(828) 24869|But when the morning sun has set, 24869|In sorrow’s hour the child will wake 24869|With sorrow to her father’s side: 24869|Her life for love of him will sway. 24869|She will not see her mother dear, 24869|Nor him for whom her heart ======================================== SAMPLE 29360 ======================================== May he wear, by mine own side, 1365|The crown and emblem of his line. 1365|This, and the rest, I leave to you, 1365|To keep, from public view, apart, 1365|As mine are private; and with thanks, 1365|O my young father! to your heart, 1365|Which, after years of weary strife, 1365|May now be blest, with hope restored! 1365|Come back. 1365|I am a little child. 1365|Come back! 1365|I am a little child. 1365|When I was born there was a new moon near the summer pole. 1365|The birds ceased for the season, and the flowers, and every one 1365|Who had been wont to sing a welcome to all, as in all other years, 1365|The old moon shone, though it had no light to spare. 1365|The little flower blossomed, and the little bird flew along; 1365|The old moon shone, and the little flower was blest! 1365|When I was yet a-warping here and there 1365|Upon the old moon's round bright face, I knew 1365|But little of a world's-wide round, 1365|Since that my birth, and now my going; 1365|But now I look upon them all, and know 1365|That in this world at least a star is born. 1365|This is the land of their return,--where they 1365|Return for ever. It is there that they 1365|Come with their thoughts, wherein they gather, 1365|And bring, with dreams, that their souls be filled 1365|With the dreams of home. 1365|I go to-night. 1365|A light 1365|Shines along the darkness of the sea, 1365|And like a beacon goes unto my bourn; 1365|There is a strange light within my ears, 1365|A mystery, a wonderment, that comes 1365|Behind the shores and over the sea. 1365|It is the mystery of ghosts, the mystery 1365|Of dreams that haunt the soul, and wherefore 1365|That silence always, like an oar, 1365|Strikes the shore. 1365|It is the mystery of the heart; 1365|It is the mystery of dreams, the dream 1365|Of all the many mysteries 1365|How all the stars shine, or none so clear 1365|As only thine may see. 1365|I would we were at home, 1365|Somewhere here upon the ground, 1365|And that we were asleep, and that we woke 1365|When the gray mist lifts, and that with dawn, 1365|And without pain or sorrow, and without 1365|Weak fear, the shadows and the sounds, 1365|The noises, of the world were ended; 1365|And only visions far too fair 1365|For the ear of earth, or the soul of man, 1365|In dreams that come and go 1365|Round the lonely room! 1365|But O my mother! 1365|O my father! I would tell 1365|The dream that is not dead, 1365|And the mystery and the magic of it all 1365|In many words. 1365|I am not sure if 1365|You have seen in memory 1365|How the gray shapes of fear 1365|Stared from their eyes, till mine 1365|Had lost the sight of a white thing 1365|Just released and released, and the door 1365|Was opened and the light flooded 1365|The room all around. And in a minute 1365|The gray shape became 1365|The face of a child, with the child's eyes 1365|A light within them wide, and a cry 1365|That spoke their agony and their pain. 1365|Then the door swung wide, and in that moment 1365|The light that shone and the noise that rushed 1365|And the door swung closed again. 1365|The sound of the world. 1365|From the darkness and the mist 1365|The light came, and the sound of the night, 1365|With the voice of our own voice 1365|That broke out, with a strange delight: 1365|"It is the dream that I sought to seek." ======================================== SAMPLE 29370 ======================================== 28375|And, 'mid that mew, thy shrill whistle 28375|And thy merry note, the lark's high song, 28375|Succeeded by a gentle voice, and light, 28375|Pour thy soul forth, and be not so proud 28375|As thou art of thy small life's compass, 28375|And tarry in it till thy mate arrives, 28375|Which by thyself thou canst not do, or die. 28375|But when this short life's done, though short, 28375|Thy last long resting then begins. 28375|Thy first affection is the water 28375|Which was thy mother's and whose bowels 28375|Are now thy father's, and for that 28375|Thou canst not feel a cold and sour 28375|In thy last being, but is rather 28375|Fervent to heat thy last end, and wash 28375|Thes stripes, though thou hast nothing here 28375|Except thy wife, which thou canst not share. 28375|This last parting was to him a curse, 28375|That he, whose love and joy have been 28375|From him depart here, was leave to die. 28375|But this is heaven, which only can 28375|Pray for the dying, and give up 28375|The dead to suffer and the living, 28375|Though they have left the last good comfort 28375|Of a joy. If then thy dying 28375|Saw my grave, 'twas more pleasant then 28375|Thou'rt wont to say to my grave; 28375|For in that last quiet grave, there was 28375|Some quiet, but no calm rest. 28375|If, when that tree had taken root 28375|And my dear head was covered o'er, 28375|My sins would all go out with them, 28375|I would give up that, and more, 28375|My sorrows, and the pain of days, 28375|And all my woes that here might be. 28375|But the tree, which I have hated thus, 28375|With my tears let not be eaten, 28375|But, though not, it shall grow new leaves, 28375|And, with new fruit, be blanchèd too; 28375|Where, when the year is past, it gives 28375|To a tree of a new kind, when, 28375|To one new leaf, it brings 28375|A kind of myrtle kind, 28375|Which it knows not what to tree, 28375|With any tree. Thus I am here. 28375|Thou have heard what happened this hour, 28375|And hast not thought it strange at all, 28375|And I know thou wouldst with us 28375|To part: but we will find our doom, 28375|If that the tree should be disdained, 28375|And the young leaves grow not; 28375|For, when they come, if the thing be so, 28375|We shall with us grow also. 28375|I could scarce believe the tale 28375|That you told me there, 28375|For when you went to take the bark 28375|About the wood, you did not say 28375|What time you made it fast, 28375|But only, that they had it found 28375|Full in the bark-heaps, and that they 28375|Had made them by the way. 28375|Thrice happy you, but happy too, 28375|Thou too, who hadst the care! 28375|Your tree of years is left not far 28375|For us to fill, or fill it full. 28375|Thy leaves were so in season, so 28375|In growing and on leafing, 28375|That all the world could not, and will, 28375|And must be told; but these were lost 28375|In the first fall that made them so, 28375|And, by such signs, we cannot 28375|Forget the first, or forget. 28375|And so we have them and keep them still, 28375|And, being here, we feel them. 28375|And, for some time after, we 28375|Will watch them as in the tree. 28375|For they shall be our living graves, 28375|For they were planted and first grew 28375 ======================================== SAMPLE 29380 ======================================== 4253|They were the very faces of the earth; 4253|And, being there, I could not live without them. 4253|But since my friends had come, I had been glad, 4253|Somewhat, at least, of the earth's beauty for earth's sake. 4253|Now I was glad of the earth's beauty much less 4253|Than when first mine eyes were opened to it, 4253|And seeing, even with a grateful wonder, 4253|How, beneath the lids of the world's world famous museums, 4253|Caged and preserved--the hearts of people who lived 4253|When, a hundred years ago, we did not know of them-- 4253|The hearts who had a place in their own loving minds, 4253|And in our hearts, the dear, strange hearts of their fathers, 4253|I saw in the old man's face, a thing I had not seen, 4253|While gazing on the world's famous scenes of the last war. 4253|And, when we talked of this, I could not help believing 4253|His life was one wild war of want, of violence, 4253|Of greed and plunder, for the sake of what he had-- 4253|What would his heart have yielded? all he had, 4253|While he, a peasant, lived this long, wild war 4253|And saw it end in his children's tears, and me. 4253|But now, seeing the old fellow's grey eyes 4253|Lighting a light of tender, yet stern warning: 4253|I had a better hope that he had a heart 4253|And in his youth his heart had been for one who died. 4253|I had long sought him; I was close to his side, 4253|And by the roadside heap, as folk say, of stones 4253|A few small stones and sand--we travellers all have heard: 4253|And, seeing this, I had a better hope of him; 4253|And I hoped he would go on, for the people say 4253|That when a man is old his days will begin, 4253|And that he would not see his children and me. 4253|The end of the word "peace" is "peace," 4253|And so I have my own thoughts of. There's no rest 4253|From day to day, because 4253|The peace wherewith you and I are settled 4253|Has some unwholesome sense 4253|Of the old, indigested sweetness, peace 4253|From past, present, and future. 4253|When I, who was all clear joyous and glad 4253|Till that I was told so by that old man, 4253|And who says I'm melancholy now, 4253|'Cause I know there's a peace 4253|Which I cannot understand, 4253|And, I know not how to prove nor prove it, 4253|Some peace like that I do not comprehend, 4253|I say to myself: 4253|"I will not seek the peace which I do not know; 4253|The peace which I myself did seek." 4253|As the boy who, one day, plays with the bow, 4253|And fails to make it move his fingers, 4253|And then again some few months, with a hammer-- 4253|All these forget me, since, each day and week, 4253|I see him as a boy with the weapon, 4253|And know his face by that, for he does not move: 4253|But since he's grown to be a man, I know he's moved: 4253|So the boy as a man plays with the bow 4253|And is glad to forget,-- 4253|It's a pleasant thing to remember! 4253|For you see I do not ask him to learn, 4253|I want him to forget, as they said of old, 4253|That he's remembered once for a season! 4253|And so I play, and I want him to leave me! 4253|It's a pleasant thing to remember! 4253|And so I love to remember! 4253|For you see I do not ask him to learn, 4253|I want him to forget, as they said, 4253|That they remember not the night and day,-- 4253|And so, each night and day, every boy and girl, 4253|Have ======================================== SAMPLE 29390 ======================================== 615|Came he to hear me? I will say what I have heard. 615|"Orlando the youth," I said, "who wends this way, 615|Is one who, as a thief, would be in the wrong, 615|By his treacherous oratory, for the sake 615|Of so outrageous and unjust a crime; 615|And should with him at night its host espie, 615|As to Orlando it hath been conveyed." 615|While so I bade, the youth his way pursued, 615|And with me followed the illustrious dame. 615|Who, after I myself had ceased, in guise 615|That I did heed, returned with her before. 615|Thence to the house, in whom I found her good, 615|-- A lady of that noble and illustrious breed -- 615|She had conducted me, and in the hall 615|Was seated me, -- when from the left we view 615|A lady, whose high port a generous grace 615|And beauty, as well of haughty look divine. 615|When now we had approached without delay 615|The royal mistress of that court, I cried: 615|"She (for, as I pray you, you be not mute) 615|Is that I see, who comes, in act to speak." 615|She broke the silence, and the warrior's eye 615|Was kindled when she him to answer spake. 615|"How may I know you?" he so spake with glee, 615|That, like a spark in lightning's fiery flame, 615|The flame that him and she embraced, the shade 615|Of hostile firebrand that from them flew. 615|"How (she cried) is this, that you, of worth 615|My dearest daughter, are your eyes o'erlaid? 615|This, that I deem with much honour bred, 615|(For to such place is always ready thou) 615|I am your faithful maid or sister dear, 615|Who for a thousand years to you hath borne, 615|In that of twelve, more children than one. 615|"Nor ever have I seen that face so clear, 615|As to believe thee of a lady high; 615|That on earth, with other beauties, more true, 615|I nothing else should trust to beauty's aid. 615|I have not seen so fair a creature form, 615|E'er since was born the world; so gentle, true, 615|So full of guile, so tender, brave, and wise, 615|That I in hope of future love and stay 615|Thy love for me, and me thy virtue move. 615|"I hope of so beloved a prince's aid, 615|Who with his royal arm should do us harm. 615|How can I hope Orlando shall not turn, 615|And the good knight, whom I so long have sought, 615|And on whom I from so far have hoped, 615|And have no hope, if true my words to show, 615|My love and interest in this maid, who 615|Is my affection, shall not seem to be 615|Unmeet, if in our enterprise we yield 615|To love some part, and such a fair renown 615|We have for beauty, for good grace, and grace 615|Of virtue too, our own, not other's prize. 615|"But should you never, as I hope not, meet 615|With me in fight, or meet me in aught, 615|This will I say, that no less honour due 615|Shall mine, than me Orlando shall have. 615|For, in my youth, from love, a lady bright 615|Had sought me; when my love my life beguiled, 615|I made her leave her love with many a sigh, 615|Hoping to gain this favour from the knight. 615|"This, this (she said) is just, my love and mine: 615|What further matter has ensued! why 615|I should thus, from my desire of thee, 615|Bespeak in vain a passion, and thy lie 615|In passion speak, I know not nor how; 615|But such my wish, if that I love, I own. 615|So I, who in my wish, my will, my rhyme 615|Such favour have, as I well can show, 615|I know not what to what I could prefer. 615|"But in your hand I hold the lady fair, 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 29400 ======================================== 30391|"Yea, if thy soul should be a bird 30391|The love that would not fail to find, 30391|Then surely shall thy life be spared 30391|To follow, where the fowls so call, 30391|With that soft hand that is most sweet 30391|To that dim wing that has the wings 30391|That wing it nearest that is lightest." 30391|"What shall I do? Ah, dost thou cease 30391|Thy hope and faith to hold from me? 30391|Why wilt thou weep and why will burn, 30391|And cling to life when in the dawn 30391|The dawn hath heard thy voice once more? 30391|Ah, dost thou wither? Will the dew 30391|End withering thy spirit up? 30391|For life's a dream that hath no end, 30391|A flower that withers the leaf 30391|Upon the brow that once hath shone 30391|With youth's loveliness in beauty's pride, 30391|And life is not for love and mirth 30391|As the day is not for death; 30391|Ah, dost thou faint? Shall we depart 30391|When dawn hath lighted to a soul 30391|Fused in the light of the last day? 30391|Wilt thou not faint at death's far pass? 30391|And wilt thou be crushed in sleep? 30391|Thine eye shall see thy life grow gray, 30391|And then thy spirit burn, 30391|As the stars of the dark moons have died 30391|In the sun's fire long ere they set. 30391|Wilt thou for joy of hope grow pale 30391|And with new doubts fill thee! 30391|Yea, wilt thou give up hope and trust 30391|To die while a young spirit sleeps? 30391|Shall thy soul not in its heart still find 30391|Somewhat of the immortal, 30391|Of things that can not turn to ill, 30391|But, like a tree, in its pride 30391|Shrink for the world in its death? 30391|Or is death too much to ask, 30391|That you should live and die! 30391|And thou shalt turn for aid one glance 30391|On thy old love as a youth! 30391|A girl's bright hair shall make a crown 30391|Of blossoms--the bright eyes of youth! 30391|Ah, thou shalt weep till thy spirit sees 30391|A star so long and lovely, 30391|And be not sad of all men's good, 30391|Nor sighing turn the partings: 30391|Nay, thou shalt live and die when men 30391|Sigh, and aye the eyes shall weep, 30391|Like starry eyes in the dawning sky, 30391|And tearful eyes on the dead." 30391|Then the girl's sweet love rose up 30391|A soul that seemed to be nought, 30391|And through the silent night she fled 30391|From earth and heaven and hell, 30391|With her sweet heart in a maiden's hair 30391|Lifted above the darkness. 30391|"Ah, me! ah, me! 30391|I am all that is born of earth, 30391|A flower, a pearl, a flame; 30391|And I shall one day lie alowen God 30391|To be the soul of a moon! 30391|Oh, wilt thou find no place where I lie 30391|To lay thy hands upon? 30391|The night is deep, with the moon in hand, 30391|And the stars of the starlight 30391|Have watched for this the soul of my soul 30391|And the moon in her hand, 30391|To make me rest and a smile for all 30391|And a sun and a world for me. 30391|Ah, me! ah, me! 30391|I weep for the moon, and the sun, 30391|The stars and the dawn, 30391|And thou shalt not find to lie alowen 30391|To keep them from my sight, 30391|Nor say that they lie and go to sleep 30391|Away and away to the air, 30391|That they will grow, and grow forever 30391|Above my life and what it was, ======================================== SAMPLE 29410 ======================================== May! that the last, the most dire event, 1320|Must have, in the hour of tears, no tears to flow-- 1320|That life may seem to pass unheeded, 1320|With God as its one hope and minister, 1320|And the soul as its one church and bed. 1320|Here is the place where the earth turns her feet, 1320|For our two souls to be reconciled, 1320|And to find each other fair, as we meet, 1320|And as we love, the world is sweet and true. 1320|There's a grass-grown foot-path from yonder gate 1320|Unto a little garden close by; 1320|And I have vowed on both of us shall be 1320|A morning of hope, both of you, dear! 1320|Now, morning of hope, if it may be, 1320|For it is not so with you, the same: 1320|I must be here,--my voice must be heard, 1320|And you must hold your voice and turn your face, 1320|Shifting your place, with all your grace, 1320|Toward the other on the other side. 1320|Ah, let us then as we meet before, 1320|To-night, and turn as we are wont, 1320|And, by the cross, by the open door 1320|Shine forth to find each other true! 1320|The flowers of a summer evening glow, 1320|The air is full of summer sounds; 1320|For the sun has set. 1320|The summer night is over the hills, 1320|And the moon is lost in the blue. 1320|And we two, we who are one with them all, 1320|With eyes that follow and lips that sing, 1320|Must sit together and keep our pace, 1320|And never say a wrong thing. 1320|And yet, oh, you who will not be mute, 1320|And even I, though I go mad, 1320|I may not, shall not see you, you and I, 1320|And walk the streets with hands and feet, 1320|And look into the eyes. 1320|But I shall see you not, and hear you not, 1320|And feel your heart beat in my breast, 1320|When I am grown a man. 1320|In the garden of the hill 1320|A rose-tree grows; 1320|The apple-tree is dead, 1320|And the other one's grown, 1320|And the apple-tree's brown, 1320|And the brown one's green. 1320|The apple-tree has a rose 1320|Under its leafy crown; 1320|The other one has no, 1320|And the other has none. 1320|I know not which are best, 1320|For both are very fair 1320|To my mind, but I care 1320|Rather for the one 1320|Than the other which they're both of; 1320|And the brown one's green. 1320|When we all go out to go to the pub, 1320|And the lights are out in the cellar, 1320|And you're in your room and I'm out in the night, 1320|I would like to go up to the window 1320|And say good-bye to you and me. 1320|With a good-bye and a Good-night, 1320|With a good-bye and a Good-night. 1320|It is often a sign of sorrow, 1320|With a good-bye and a good-night, 1320|When the talk at the end is of love, 1320|With a good-bye and a good-night. 1320|It makes the heart go pit-a-pat, 1320|With a good-bye and a good-night, 1320|When the talk from the talk begins, 1320|With a good-bye and a good-night. 1320|How did you come to know You, Sweet, 1320|How did you come to know You, Sweet? 1320|You were a lark that sang among the lights, 1320|You were a star that shone in a garret dim, 1320|You were a blossom that came fluttering down 1320|To blossom again in a garden dim. ======================================== SAMPLE 29420 ======================================== May we hear 8187|With the air of our dead fathers in the ear; 8187|May you hear their voices in the ear, 8187|Who lie deep in the soil of the dust-- 8187|May you hear their souls from out the soil, 8187|And the voice and the voice alone be ours! 8187|Then lead us the way! 8187|The dayspring, 8187|That shines like the light of the dead, 8187|When the dead in their dust lay them low. 8187|Let us follow the spirits, the dead, 8187|To whom they went; 8187|A multitude who now, in the vasty shade 8187|Of the dust and the dust's endless sleep, 8187|With hearts that longed for the breath of life, 8187|Leave their fathers' blood and their mothers' mirth, 8187|And their childhood and their youth with them, 8187|And look for the light of their own native skies! 8187|Then lead us the way! 8187|When the eyes of the dust are over us, 8187|When the souls of the dead, like the souls of them, 8187|Go out of our midst, we are at a loss;-- 8187|For who would go on?-- 8187|Thoughtful, thoughtful we stand, 8187|With our dead to guard us; 8187|We are in a vast stillness of thought, 8187|And we seem 8187|To hold them like friends we know of old, 8187|To be thus in love with our own dead lives. 8187|And so when we turn to that world so fair, 8187|So bright, so happy--the bright world, we feel-- 8187|That world so bright, that life, that thought so bright, 8187|All these quiet eyes must close, all these eyes, 8187|To look on the world's so bright. 8187|Thin the gloom as the soul goes 8187|Out through the silent portal, 8187|And the bright world is all in a flood, 8187|And the soul will depart no more, 8187|Thoughtfully, for light or shadow, 8187|For the world of the living and dead; 8187|But, in the dark tomb as it comes, 8187|It finds, it feels sure in its heart, 8187|A dear companion who smiles and lingers, 8187|E'en in that world of death so bright! 8187|And, if its heart but was so weak, 8187|As to miss all things but this light 8187|Which shines through the portals of sleep, 8187|And is so soft between the tomb and heaven, 8187|Then that dear companion's sweet smiles 8187|Had been more to swell the soul in this. 8187|But the grave, the grave is full of shadows, 8187|Like the soul, which cannot look on it all the while; 8187|And we find, from its own dark portals, 8187|That the soul, like the grave, is near it at last. 8187|Like the soul which is lost, 8187|Like the grave, thou art near us yet; 8187|And, as the light thou art drawing, 8187|Thou wilt find to-day on the earth 8187|All that is now of light, 8187|And all that is more divine. 8187|Not a leaf in the wood, 8187|Not a flower in the grass; 8187|Not a flower in my life, 8187|But a form of the dead. 8187|_Who_ will mourn for the dead, 8187|Whom will mourn for the dead? 8187|To mourn for the dead we came, 8187|As one in the gloom of night,-- 8187|Who mourns for the dead, we came. 8187|But when we have come at length, 8187|And rested in the silent shade, 8187|Let all this sad scene for us 8187|Of death and the dead in darkness fill; 8187|And let the dead, in their shroud, 8187|Be the silent form of thee to us, 8187|Who only _lived_, and died! 8187|In the evening time, when the sun 8187|Had left the land of his rising, 8187|A maiden by the fountain stood, 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 29430 ======================================== 24216|Of his own blood we read; 24216|And the thought that his heart and eyes 24216|Can ne'er lose their light 24216|From you, and ours, through all the years, 24216|From them to me shall rise 24216|Such high thoughts and visions bright, 24216|That I shall tremble, if I know 24216|What's true in what I see. 24216|If you come back, do you know 24216|How I watched by your side 24216|Until that day you went away; 24216|What hope and comfort you brought? 24216|How dear to me was he? 24216|When I first saw him,--so dear, 24216|How dear was every hour. 24216|If you come home to-morrow 24216|Do you know what day now 24216|You'll pass by that lovely place 24216|Which he has known so long? 24216|Now it is yours to give way, 24216|Now it is yours to die, 24216|Now it is yours to be dead, 24216|If you come back to-morrow. 24216|If you come to me again 24216|Will you know how great 24216|The love that I have won from you 24216|Is to me beyond a tear? 24216|Ah, my soul! My soul is yours, 24216|For I only am. 24216|The winds, the wind, shall blow, 24216|In vain the white sails wave, 24216|O sweet-voiced seaman, 24216|Is that your bark again? 24216|Oh, the dark and dreary night is come, 24216|And the waves upon the reef are standing, 24216|As white as death is the sea to-night, 24216|And the moon is down upon the waves. 24216|The moon is down upon, and night 24216|Is full of stars, 24216|And the white moonbeams are falling, 24216|And the stars on the reef; 24216|So far away, oh, farewell! 24216|For hearken what a sailor saith! 24216|"I love, I love, and I will love my love. 24216|"I love, I love, and I will love my love." 24216|"Oh, sister mine! oh, sister mine! 24216|Will you go with me to-night? 24216|For the sea sings with the song of the sea, 24216|And the sea-winds stir, and all is still, 24216|And the moon is down, and the sea is cold, 24216|Yet I love, I love, and I will love my love." 24216|The wind hath been up, and the sea hath been down 24216|From the high seas and the windy trees, 24216|Like a rose unto a maiden, as she lay 24216|By an orchard green. 24216|But the wind hath no wind, the sea hath no sea, 24216|Nor the stars, nor the moon, nor the moonlight sea, 24216|By that nor by that, to the maiden, the maid, 24216|She hath made haste to wake. 24216|And the sea hath no sea, the sun hath no sun, 24216|And no more can be said in words, 24216|Yet the wind hath no wind, the light hath no light, 24216|When the moon from the east comes, 24216|Or when the day at last hath come the true thing forth, 24216|As it stood in the moonlight, 24216|And the maid came back to her lover, her knight, 24216|As a rose unto a maid. 24216|"Oh, maiden, my love, my knight, 24216|Oh, that your voice were mine! 24216|Say, can it ever be, 24216|Shall we two go a-Maying?" 24216|"Oh, ay, ay, though the summer winds blow 24216|And the moon shine brightly!" 24216|"But you will come with us, my knight, to-morrow night, 24216|And I will hold your hand, 24216|And we will reach at last our native land, 24216|And our love shall be true." 24216|"Oh, ay, ay, I'll go with you, my love, to-morrow night, ======================================== SAMPLE 29440 ======================================== 8785|Thin, but as thin as autumn's leaf, 8785|Ere it unwither'd falls again. 8785|Now from that caldron each in turn 8785|Opens his jaws, as they would take 8785|From thence what is no more: but all 8785|Confus'dly grind their teeth. At one sole 8785|Thus awed, therefrom beginning and done, 8785|They thrust their throats forth, asdaring more 8785|A beast of the most low in strength to test. 8785|My gentle Doctress hath at some stretch 8785|Her gentle words and arts have thought to draw 8785|Their marrow in, whereat her practice needs 8785|Some expedient. To her wit the praise 8785|"Lachesis," which meanens it, stands ever 8785|"An actress hidden." Such is shed 8785|Or ere to piercing silence it return'd, 8785|Or at the window or the gate concealed, 8785|Or in the lighted room: else hadst thou heard 8785|More than of Iorrus and his sin. 8785|Now wash thee in the stream, and remove 8785|Thy coarse attire, since he, who thus spake, 8785|Though poor, is wealthy by his word. The wealth 8785|Which was St. Thomas Aquinas sallies, 8785|Is yet greater than his ownft knowledge coulde, 8785|From which he takes such comfort. Showers are these, 8785|And every one that passes, gives some alms, 8785|And he absolves him of his sinful state, 8785|Blessing him thereby. Request him then 8785|That he vouchsafe to enter, and he straight 8785|Enter, and him sit on nought but th' holy would 8785|And spiritual Water: then the pris'ner, 8785|If he receive thee, straightway will thy feet 8785|Untie, and thereafter to new happines 8785|Will let thee go. Such absolution is 8785|Due from the pris'nership of sanctity, 8785|Which is the author and end of every good. 8785|"Through I no means can insight get: but shorthand 8785|Thus much would I have said, if my thought 8785|Had err'd not from the right track." Such Despair 8785|Art thou beholdest, when thy Emptiness, 8785|O'ercometh, that no tidings of thy state 8785|May reach it, whether in heaven or hell, 8785|Since by the former thou to tidings amaze. 8785|"Thou knowest well how I was portray'd in 8785|The sayle Dirck, who slew my husband, husband 8785|I knew not nor had he, whom I was when liv'd. 8785|Sojourners in error are, when they would pray 8785|For some to comhoth, they focus sight so far, 8785|That none behoves the beam to centre fall; 8785|And he was in his hall, if I suppose, 8785|That for the purpose Raphael was send'd, 8785|To look upon me, where I might haply be, 8785|Invok'd in the pit. Now slowly walk'd I thro' 8785|The mystic chambers, which thy love so mov'd: 8785|And saw the framed ensigns of our wars, 8785|Those fearful conflagrations, which have 8785|Smitten us so grievously, yet did they 8785|Not quench in any water my strong zeal, 8785|Nor set in order my true labours. 8785|Now must we quit the field, and with our song 8785|Chant dirge for the last time, that the bones 8785|Of those, who liv'd, may know our misery, 8785|Onely because we hunted them, and partly 8785|That some solace we may soon covet find 8785|To hang upon their tomb-stones, which they left. 8785|First must the mount from whence we issued 8785|Re-echo unto that echo, that thy name 8785|May pierce it, sounding like ourselves, who have 8785|So many sins against truth done, 8785|That guilt by numbers subdues her, and thou ======================================== SAMPLE 29450 ======================================== 2888|"Oh, don't! my lass, you are so sweet and so kind-- 2888|I'm really sorry, what have you done to me?" 2888|"I've kissed you, dear," she cried, "I've kissed you at the fire, 2888|With a glass to show it you're the kind of woman: 2888|Your husband will do his best for you, dear, though he says 2888|I'm not made like a wife--I'm made like an actor." 2888|'Twas a very poor little house 2888|Where two poor little girls stood-- 2888|One wore on her tress the green 2888|Of a new-bloomed apple-tree; 2888|Her tender hands and feet were white; 2888|Her pretty form was small and fair. 2888|They lived in this poor little house, 2888|And every day their good looks gave 2888|To their landlord's mistress fair, 2888|And their daughter sweet and mild. 2888|There was nought to dread or worry 2888|In the house of Mary's Jane; 2888|Her husband was ever on the case, 2888|With his own son with the big guns. 2888|On such times she was ever there, 2888|And they went in and out with glee 2888|The breezes blowing, and the snow 2888|The window-pane blowing fine. 2888|Their child (God bless the poor, they say) 2888|Was now but four months old and was 2888|The happy'st one in Mary's lane, 2888|And her father kept the same pace 2888|As when he was away to sea. 2888|And in such a way the father kept 2888|To his cottage door his pace, 2888|That, though he did not mind the time, 2888|At the best, it was not such an hour. 2888|He was thinking of some business there, 2888|Which proved to be most painful to him: 2888|He heard no moan from the cottage floor, 2888|With the house-cricket on the ear. 2888|But still and loud would be the cry 2888|By the ding-dong in the chimney used; 2888|He saw not the little people come, 2888|But he heard for the noise his sire's cry. 2888|A little girl came out, I wis, 2888|And she looked as if she would cry, 2888|The little lady, her eyes red, 2888|Her clothes all of the latest fit 2888|She should feel the least of change, 2888|But her heart did not seem to care 2888|For a great many other wools yet. 2888|The little child was asked to dine, 2888|And she made it appear that she 2888|Was not at all inclined to sit, 2888|And we all heard her mutter and talk 2888|About the things she had seen and heard. 2888|'Twas the fourth morning of that day 2888|The children all were gone away 2888|To sea for the first time, which proved 2888|That they were gone abroad for a week, 2888|Before they came home again. 2888|With his long cane, the old man stood 2888|By his hearth, as it now was dark, 2888|And never in his life had he 2888|Seen such a sudden brightening of fire. 2888|The firelight on the mantel flashed 2888|Like the first day's sun, and made 2888|The picture in his mind appear 2888|A picture without a flaw or blot. 2888|To the kitchen went the landlord, 2888|And up and down the stairs he went, 2888|Till at the top he found his way 2888|To the parlour where Mary sat. 2888|He was looking tired, but knew 2888|He could never bring the child 2888|Home to the mother that he knew. 2888|His heart had quite forgot its pain, 2888|And now his mind was all on her; 2888|"Good night, dear Mary, rest a while," 2888|Quoth he. "And when shall I return?" 2888|Then he called for the cook-spoon, drank some milk, 2888 ======================================== SAMPLE 29460 ======================================== 1165|"They are dead already!" 1165|"And I am here!" 1165|He stood up on the pier 1165|With his sword hung by his side. 1165|Then the boat sped along 1165|To my feet, as we heard it go. 1165|He was only two 1165|But the captain had three. 1165|"She is dead already!" 1165|He was only two 1165|And the dead were all alone. 1165|He was two and I -- 1165|But we heard and saw 1165|The ship come home again; 1165|All our children's children heard. 1165|"She is dead already!" 1165|"But why all the dead? 1165|We are six!" 1165|"They are six!" 1165|A man and his wife went out hunting a boar, 1165|A man and his wife went out riding a steed, 1165|And the hunt was up and the hunt was out, 1165|And the earth was as dry as the pad of a bum, 1165|And the heavens were as dark as a dud. 1165|The sun shone on them as they rode away, 1165|And the moon shone on them in the blue; 1165|And the sky was dark as a dun with clouds, 1165|And the sea was dark as a drear hole in a sack, 1165|And the sky was dark as a dun with rocks. 1165|How far, oh, how far could it be they rode? 1165|And what did you say, you laughing man on the left? 1165|And the man on the right, what did he say? 1165|"How far, oh, how far could it be you rode? 1165|And the moon shone on you from the sea, 1165|And the sea was like the sky of a dud, 1165|And the sky was dark and the sea was black, 1165|And the sky was dark as a pit. 1165|"How far, oh, how far could it be you rode? 1165|And the sea was shaken as they rode away, 1165|And they never stopped for an hour and a half, 1165|While the ships went by in the darkness. 1165|"How far, oh, how far could it be they rode? 1165|And the sky was dark as a dun between, 1165|And the moon shone on them and the boar, 1165|And the sea looked black as a pit. 1165|"Why do you love me? -- O how much we love, 1165|You little ones, and me too, dear, 1165|Why do you love me? why love at all? 1165|I have loved you all a long long while, 1165|I have loved you all a long long while!" 1165|Then his wife turned from him; I loved not her; 1165|I had forgotten that there were other things 1165|To love and be beloved of. 1165|Oh, my own, kind, dear, beautiful me! 1165|How would you like to see me again! 1165|I did not know there were other eyes 1165|That saw as I saw. 1165|They must have gone up to the sky, 1165|The heavens they had no more in them; 1165|They came back again, as here we see, 1165|With the light on the dark. 1165|I love you, love you as all of you, 1165|I would rather have known you a hundred times, 1165|And love you than never a single time, 1165|But I will not be glad till the day 1165|I knew you for friend. 1165|And the first time, though I had no pain, 1165|I went, and my eyes went to you 1165|As to the face of a lover's wife, 1165|The last time I said good-bye. 1165|I love you, love you as all of you, 1165|And will wait for you, love you -- wait 1165|As you go toward your home, to-night, 1165|All the years before to-morrow, 1165|And the years that precede both of you, 1165|And both of me, to-morrow. 1165|But I will not be glad till the day ======================================== SAMPLE 29470 ======================================== 8187|"Hush, hush!" said the sweet woman--"you shall not be, dear, 8187|"My eyes the fairer, my lips the softer, to hide you, dear!" 8187|Thus as he turned to make his will upon her, he cried 8187|"Good heavens, what was that, dear, good heavens, what was it?" 8187|"My dearest Friend," said she, "it is the death of me 8187|"You have the right to laugh, if you so choose, but you cannot 8187|"It was a very great ball at Messer Marco's, 8187|"I love the little ball, dear, and I fear I shall be well. 8187|"Yes; when I think of the death of my dear love I'm so ill!" 8187|To tell who the girl was my conscience makes me faint;-- 8187|But in short as she's the darling of my heart and me, 8187|"Good heavens," she said in a whisper, "what is it, dear?" 8187|And I, at that moment, had heard a sound, which was sweet, 8187|As if it were the murmuring of young voices,--you'll believe! 8187|"Good heavens," she said in a whisper, "what is that?" 8187|And as that faint sound came louder and louder, 8187|I cried, "My darling, my friend, my dearest, my sweet! 8187|"My dearest Friend, what's that?" she replied, "is you. 8187|"Why," said I, my darling, my sweet, with that sound of glee 8187|"They are all gone, dear,--but not forgotten is you. 8187|"I was once very young, dear, but now am not young at all." 8187|And here I could answer--I could answer, love, in brief,-- 8187|"Good heavens," I said, "what is that, dear, what is it?" 8187|"I did not think you could hear me," he replied with a sigh, 8187|"But you must hear me, love, if I say it again." 8187|"I thought you had, dear, you were,--you are, you are near me!" 8187|"Not near you, not near you, dear, but only a word, love." 8187|"I was afraid I heard you, dear, if I did not cry," 8187|"The worst is yet to come, dear, think it, think it, think!" 8187|Thus did we tell the whole truth--howe'er it might befall!-- 8187|And we both kissed each other, and wished it all o'er. 8187|That _was_ all, dear? yes--but there's _one_ thing lingering, 8187|As yet, I trust, not less than _severity_ remains: 8187|To say, you'll allow, we're _brother_ still--but there, love, 8187|That one thing lingering, which is _trust_: 'tis that! 8187|It was--I wish to meet in heaven once more, 8187|My dearest Friend, and as in _once_ did meet, 8187|As we used to meet, ere our first father, 8187|Who told my heart that, as he was father _me_, 8187|He and all his three who'd been with me 8187|(My mother, my sister, and my sister's child) 8187|Were _he_ myself in his house _now_--a soul! 8187|'Twas so, my dearest Friend, as much as two 8187|Or three short years hence--this world, to me 8187|Is still the great _other_ world: I'll be _you_! 8187|But for this one moment let us here suppose 8187|Our heavenly meeting shall not come to be: 8187|That to _us_ it still were _scheduled_ for _this_ day. 8187|For me, since I was only meant to think 8187|Of you as a child might think of another, 8187|I will not think of you as _one_, dear! 8187|When we were _young_, when you were younger, dear, 8187|Two years _and more_. I'll tell you, _as it was_, 8187|How the years came round, and ======================================== SAMPLE 29480 ======================================== 1280|For the poor man, the worker who must wait in line 1280|For the bread and the beer to go and his wife behind him? 1280|The pauper, the scoundrel, the drunkard, 1280|All the traitors to peace, 1280|These are the leaders of evil, 1280|Each year's a trick and a plot. 1280|When our country's soldiers, tired, unafraid, 1280|Were ordered to the fleet by our enemies, 1280|They were masters, not slaves. 1280|What are now the fruits of their toil and their sin 1280|But fruits of their fervent prayer--the poor man, the worker, 1280|Who must wait and have neither palatable sight 1280|Nor bread to eat? 1280|The soldiers went to their work, 1280|The sailor rode the Great South Sea; 1280|When the sun went down on the coming of night 1280|They came back safe and sound to their homes 1280|And when the old city of Babylon fell 1280|They were taken and buried. 1280|And now I am at the end of my rope, 1280|And my days are a blur of strife; 1280|The war of 1914-18 has not changed me. 1280|And when I dream of my comrades at night 1280|Who died for the freedom of the land, 1280|And of the suffering of that war, 1280|And of my country's freedom; 1280|That is the dream and the vision I see 1280|As I dream of my fellow-men at night. 1280|And I see them, sleeping, peacefully. 1280|We do not know their secret, 1280|Not even we; 1280|Yet let no one question me. 1280|I see a soldier, 1280|Proud, brave, 1280|A member of the Red Cross, 1280|Who, like his fellows, looks down 1280|Upon the blood and tears 1280|That the Red Cross has to pour. 1280|I see them lying, 1280|Their faces turned to stone 1280|In the cold, cold grave below them, 1280|Their minds unbound 1280|On the world's level: 1280|They work but as drudging labor 1280|To keep the world from running 1280|To bondage and misery. 1280|With the soldiers 1280|Who are fighting 1280|Their battles 1280|My dream 1280|Is that the dream 1280|Of the dreamer, 1280|The dreamer whose spirit 1280|Was touched 1280|By the blood and tears 1280|Of his fellow-men of the war, 1280|Shall never know 1280|But that his dream 1280|Of the dreamer has ended, 1280|Never reached its goal of realizing, 1280|For the love and hate of his fellows 1280|Have parted as the soldiers 1280|From his dreams. 1280|And the dreams of his comrades 1280|The soldier 1280|Lets stand in the cold, cold grave, 1280|As his dreams 1280|With their loves of 1280|A comrade 1280|And a friend 1280|Till the peace of the future 1280|And the peace of the past 1280|And the peace of his dreams 1280|Fades apart. 1280|I have lived in the dream 1280|That came to him of a girl 1280|Standing in the garden 1280|Pouting to him, 1280|A-glinting, the eye that was blue 1280|With its wonder, with tears, 1280|With the smile that was like the air, 1280|With a heart that was pure and fresh, 1280|In the dream 1280|Of a girl who was free 1280|And sweet, 1280|A girl who was smiling back 1280|To him as he wandered 1280|With his thoughts and his dreams. 1280|But he knew that she was dead-- 1280|That a dream 1280|Of a girl who was bound 1280|In the death-lock of the past 1280|In a prison of hate. 1280|No! I stand here, one of many 1280|Here at its edge with my hand ======================================== SAMPLE 29490 ======================================== May be the man may be I! I am yours 29993|At my best! 29993|My wings are wide to show the love I bear. 29993|I am yours, 29993|At my best, 29993|At my best. 29993|My wings are wide to show you how the sun 29993|Looks on the world of his life with his love. 29993|I am yours, 29993|At my best, 29993|At my best. 29993|My wings are wide to show you the ways of God, 29993|The wonders of his hands; 29993|I am yours; 29993|My soul is on a way that I would keep, 29993|And with my wings, at my best, in the van 29993|Of life, though I am yours, at my best, here, 29993|Of my own soul! _at_ best, 29993|At my best! 29993|I am yours; 29993|My way is clear, and I hold fast a goal. 29993|I love you; I seek your love; 29993|I have the love of you, and what's more, of you, 29993|But I have wings to fly, 29993|And I find their wings, and what if I fly out of sight, 29993|And reach the way of you, too, out in the open sky 29993|Out of the way of the way, 29993|Where you may soar, and reach the way of the way of the sun? 29993|I am yours; 29993|I know what you are, and what the way of you is, 29993|That I myself have found; 29993|I know with wings that I fly, and I am here on your way, 29993|And I see the ends of our wings, and what I miss the most, 29993|I see the ends of my way. 29993|O brother, I have flown, with your wings, out over the sea, 29993|From the narrow bounds that I know, and what I see with you 29993|Shall it seem wide and long to you? 29993|_I_ know the end, and the way, and the soul of it is this-- 29993|That I too, at the end, 29993|And I too, while you fly out from yourself on the way, 29993|Out of the way of myself, may reach the end of my way 29993|Out in the open sky! 29993|And I can feel the way, and you need not look again, 29993|Though a child that knows 29993|The end may smile in parting, for I am yours at my best, 29993|Out at the end of the way. 29993|I want to be a fool 29993|This morning. It's that or the blue: 29993|I don't like clowns, I want to be a fool. 29993|I want to be a fool 29993|This morning. It's that and my teeth are gray; 29993|I've had my little laugh, I want to be a fool. 29993|I want to be a fool, 29993|And it's the end of my dream! 29993|I know the way that my hands like the wind 29993|Comes in, as the rain beats down; 29993|I do not care so long as there'll be a sky, 29993|A breath, a voice, or an apple-tree. 29993|_I_ know the way of the world, I want to be a fool 29993|This morning, and the wind blows all day! 29993|And the wind blows all day! 29993|My dear little friend, 29993|As I stood on the hillside 29993|In your old house by the sea, 29993|I saw the little windmill swing 29993|On the wind till the white tops glowed, 29993|And down in the water all day long 29993|The little feet went up and down-- 29993|All day long and with the wind. 29993|It's a great sound in the summer 29993|With a big wind over the sea, 29993|And the little white sails, that shake and sway, 29993|For the winds to rest on all night through-- 29993|That I always was in the way to hear-- 29993|It's a great sound in the summer 29993|As ======================================== SAMPLE 29500 ======================================== 18238|For a time we all forgot. 18238|And the sun is setting. 18238|We shall meet yet. 18238|Fate has made this woman pale. 18238|She must keep his promise. 18238|If he comes again, 18238|Let him come at dawn; 18238|Or we two may part. 18238|So we met. 18238|I heard his voice, 18238|Ere the red-bud kissed my mouth. 18238|I knew then that the kiss of this was good. 18238|I had forgotten what we had been, 18238|And so I waited. 18238|And I came 18238|On a day 18238|To the end 18238|Of my dreams. 18238|As the end of the world 18238|Stands a rose, 18238|And the sun 18238|Looked on it, 18238|Then it fell. 18238|Rose 18238|Is a thing of beauty; 18238|It is a flower, 18238|It may be a rose. 18238|Lily 18238|Wanders. 18238|Horns 18238|Do not fear you. 18238|Tiger 18238|Will. 18238|Snake 18238|Fear no more. 18238|The end is near. 18238|The rose 18238|Is a rose. 18238|I was half afraid 18238|When I met his eyes, 18238|And half afraid 18238|To lose this Rose 18238|By the hand of him 18238|Who knew to win 18238|By the pain of him 18238|Who knew to win 18238|The pain of him 18238|Who knew to win 18238|I know the secret of her heart. 18238|The sun shall rise and set in Paradise; 18238|But Love will not rise nor set in Paradise. 18238|There is a rose in Paradise. 18238|A rose in Paradise. 18238|It knows no pain; it knows no sin. 18238|It waits for the hand of God to save. 18238|The wind shall change her pattern; he shall not break in bloom. 18238|The wind shall change her pattern; he shall not break in bloom. 18238|The rose shall hide her whiteness in the dew; 18238|And Time shall pass like water through the dew. 18238|The wind shall change her pattern; he shall not break in song. 18238|The wind shall change her pattern; he shall not break in Spring. 18238|But one is lost who holds her in his heart. 18238|But one is lost who holds her in his heart. 18238|When he is gone the wind shall go forever by and by. 18238|When he is gone the wind shall go forever by and by. 18238|Oh, the little birdies that are singing, 18238|Oh, the little birds that are calling, 18238|The little birds that are blowing 18238|All day long in the sky, singing, 18238|All day long in the wood, crying, 18238|Oh, that were sweetest! 18238|Oh, that was best! 18238|The stars are beautiful, and the sky is blue, 18238|And the leaves are soft upon the branches overhead. 18238|I think of them in a new-born, fairy state. 18238|The stars are beautiful, and the sky is blue, 18238|And the leaves are soft upon the branches overhead. 18238|I lean against a stone-- 18238|A stone without a top, 18238|Where, in a sunny bed, 18238|A little fairy lies. 18238|She opens her large eyes 18238|And smiles at me. 18238|She opens them for hours 18238|Without a sound. 18238|She lets me look 18238|When she is tired, 18238|Or if she's had her fill, 18238|An hour or so. 18238|Her little wings 18238|Are soft, soft, and cool; 18238|So cool, and soft, and thin, 18238|That you might curl them warm 18238|About your head! 18238|A little mouse, 18238|As white as milk, 18238|Came stealing through, 18238|And nibbled my hand ======================================== SAMPLE 29510 ======================================== 28666|Till to the moon-bright green, 28666|With a swan-like wave in our hair, 28666|All the water was gone. 28666|O moon, we knew thy glow 28666|Till then we had no soul, 28666|We were in the world's dark tide 28666|As the sea-mew. 28666|The moonlight was on the sea-- 28666|How we gazed and wondered! 28666|How the waves sang and laughed, 28666|Whispering of peace, 28666|In the deep night air, 28666|As we gazed and wondered. 28666|How the sky and the sea 28666|Kissed, and the moonlight flowed, 28666|With its gold and blue, 28666|On the dark blue water-weed 28666|Like a kiss in the moonlight 28666|As we gazed and wondered. 28666|How the stars that shone 28666|Called us with their call, 28666|From their chambers of blue night 28666|All along the sky, 28666|In their chambers of blue night, 28666|How we knew, oh, 28666|All the stars, oh, 28666|Each and every one, 28666|Each and every one 28666|Kissed and whispered us 28666|Till across the sky 28666|All was hushed, oh, 28666|All was hushed-- 28666|In their chambers of blue night. 28666|The moon's full flame rose, 28666|And like a star, 28666|Laughingly shone 28666|Across the sea. 28666|Our eyes were closed in sleep; 28666|It was good to be 28666|Awakened in sleep, 28666|It is better near to-night. 28666|A faint breeze blew, 28666|And we heard, oh, 28666|Like a note of music, 28666|The sea-wave flowing 28666|Across the sea. 28666|We could see it in the air, 28666|To the white 28666|White sand and stars 28666|Swimming down and swaddled 28666|All in the blue sky. 28666|The night was green 28666|With the sun in its hand, 28666|And the white waves were whirling 28666|Across the sea. 28666|The stars did shine 28666|Under the moon, 28666|And the wind went sighing 28666|They were sleeping, I think. 28666|A little boat came thro': 28666|The stars were out, 28666|As if they thought a dream 28666|Was their night-dream. 28666|We looked at them, 28666|And we said 28666|"How strange it is-- 28666|To live as asleep as you!" 28666|A little boat came thru', 28666|Oh, and 'twas white! 28666|We thought the stars were dreaming 28666|Of that white boat; 28666|And we said, "God bless the stars 28666|And send them down to mould 28666|Our lives in sleep; 28666|But can the stars believe 28666|They have a soul?" 28666|A little boat came thro' the sea, 28666|"O there are four!" 28666|Then a sigh to the deep 28666|We thought to be death, 28666|But the waves went on 28666|Swirling and tossing 28666|Up above the sea. 28666|With the light on our faces 28666|We said to our faces, 28666|"We are strong to-night-- 28666|We shall never change 28666|For the stars lie silent, 28666|They have a soul." 28666|O dear hearts, hearts and lives 28666|That have loved in slumber 28666|We are gathered now in 28666|A solemn silence 28666|Through which we breathe 28666|Peace and beauty 28666|For the love we give 28666|O dear hearts, hearts and lives 28666|Have you slept within them? 28666|Have you dreamed of the stars and the moon's soft face? 28666|Are you dreaming still the deep joy of the night 28666|And the star-bright splendour of the stars, 28666|And ======================================== SAMPLE 29520 ======================================== 19226|It looks so queer and sweet and new, 19226|Like my own dear dear baby dear. 19226|A lovely smile to me is hidden, 19226|As I think of thee, my dear, my dear; 19226|No longer I am lonely, so I call thee 19226|"A beautiful little bird"-- 19226|"Yes, and it sings with such a pleasure 19226|That one would wish it well"; 19226|I am sorry, and so very, very sorry, 19226|For what it hears and hears in vain. 19226|Then, if it wishes, it may come; 19226|Oh! then I shall be glad, my dear one, glad; 19226|So, my Love, if you please, 19226|Come, for you need not blush. 19226|"It is a bird," said the child, "and not a bird 19226|I know, so softly, with such a grace 19226|And oh, it has such a delicate throat, 19226|And oh, it floats as light as a floating flower, 19226|And oh, it has a feathery little call, 19226|I was the child of God, I am the child of God!" 19226|But the angel--"I said, 'I am the child of God,' 19226|And that will be enough for you." 19226|The child of God, then, was a child of God, 19226|Or I was a silly foolish child, 19226|And never again would I be such a child 19226|As children ought to be. 19226|I wish the angels had their dolls, 19226|The children, too, of the angel hosts. 19226|No doll was so little but I could see 19226|Their faces in our little room. 19226|They're very brave and very dainty, 19226|I think, the angels of Heaven; 19226|They're very gentle and very tender, 19226|You'd think the angels of Heaven were bats. 19226|They never hurt the poor or weak or sick, 19226|They never rob, nor covet; 19226|Oh, they could do a lot of splendid things! 19226|They couldn't do a very lot. 19226|I wish I could go out and talk to them, 19226|And ask them why their work's so hard, 19226|And why our little Earth needs sun and rain, 19226|And why the roses sometimes fade. 19226|I wish I could walk with them, and hold them close, 19226|Till I grew wise and learned their mind, 19226|And get a sense of peace and rest and love, 19226|And learn about the source of all our strife. 19226|Ah! 'twould teach me to be glad and brave, 19226|And strong, and patient, patient, patient child! 19226|_Who were the Angels after they had come unto the Earth and from 19226|Their faces the glory, love, and beauty they had found on the 19226|Angels, angels upon the Earth; 19226|_Who were the Angels after they had come unto the Earth, and after 19226|They had seen the earth, and the sun, and the stars, and the 19226|rain-bow-haze upon it._ 19226|"It's the old-time religion, the old-time religion, my darling; 19226|It's the old-time religion in heaven, 19226|And the stars are singing their old-time hymns, 19226|And the stars are singing to the sky. 19226|It's the old-time religion, the old-time religion, my darling, 19226|And all the angels that stand 19226|Before the altar, singing hymns, 19226|And giving their blessings on earth. 19226|It's the old-time religion in heaven, and all the angels sing 19226|They have given their praise to God, 19226|To God on high, and all the stars 19226|That burn above the blue." 19226|So she wept all night, and all the days, 19226|And all the nights and all the years, 19226|That good old family of yours, 19226|The children of the stars. 19226|The birds, they gathered in the bowers, 19226|And the flowers, they scattered everywhere 19226|In praise ======================================== SAMPLE 29530 ======================================== 1745|From the fiery Stupendous, which hee as a God 1745|Stood on, when hee his strong right Arm from above 1745|Rais'd on high, o'respread with clouds, and fiery flames: 1745|Now all was dark, but in yon Northern Star 1745|Now all was clear; for the Thunderer there 1745|Had not his flaming car, nor heard the roar 1745|Of Mount Sinai: th' Earth trembl'd at his call, 1745|Yet not a quail-tree on his horns did stand, 1745|Nor all th' artiller'd Woods did move, that round 1745|The River moved tranquil, from the which 1745|Spring a ful of young shoots; th' Earth did alkalize 1745|Her dewy ores, inward Calm her bosome cover'd. 1745|The immortall Generation two hours estrang'd 1745|Our great Makers Eye; Man experienc'd not late 1745|What he should look on ruine: nor till now 1745|Unerring decrees of Providence, could raise 1745|Towers to the Sky by such calamitie, 1745|As now hath doom'd to ruin; to the dire effect 1745|If Heav'n should rain down fire on this new globe, 1745|This isht in Darkness, and the dreadful Air 1745|Pursu'd, would all things ruin, and rottenness bring 1745|Upon the Earth; the Trees of Growth to waste, 1745|To twist themselves in twinkling boughs the while, 1745|The Coral plain to eat, and after dance, 1745|In the wide Gulf th' unwieldly Animal, 1745|With turgid Flattery the Sea to compete: 1745|Wheels on wheels; and all things to direct 1745|His course, from the straight conjoined Sun and North 1745|In mutual Meetness equal, to direct 1745|And serve his Image, to the solemn day 1745|Destined, when day should drowse again in Light, 1745|Though premature, and the Morning starrs combine 1745|With Eclips and Morning starrs, to liquid night 1745|Bestow a speedy umbrage. Forth were led 1745|Thousands Eclips'd from thir bright abode above, 1745|To view the marvel with delighted eyes: 1745|But utmost SWIFTLY did they hasten down 1745|Into the DARK, and doubly rapid flew 1745|Those swifter farr, with whom I past were pos'd 1745|To view the solemn Day in other place. 1745|Thus farr the Tablet, which the Princedoms hand 1745|Evaded, & with wonder preserv'd: but all 1745|Had lost the triumph, which is now sole joy, 1745|To look on, and to mourn; for Morn pursues 1745|Her wat'ry visage, and Mall afternoon 1745|Remembring: Night brings an after-dance, 1745|Repentful of the wat'ry spoil and shame, 1745|When wee and morn shall mourn for blotted out 1745|Remembrance of execrable Deeds. 1745|First of the Day, that in leaden Metres 1745|Hardly the twice-ayd Man would take his Bowre, 1745|He rode; and having on him spectacles, 1745|A pair of Cope and Corne-leggeter eyes, 1745|A belt of brass, with beads and scenes emblematic, 1745|A Crest of horn, and Wood-winoire, rarest Arts 1745|To make a Monarch's Crest: but first of all, 1745|A Mulga bark, his Matron, whom the Word now calld, 1745|ADAWENA, Goddess of the Mating-cisterns: 1745|On whom the tear trickled falling now and then, 1745|As if great grief by sad example taught, 1745|She now for ever pitie retorted tow'rds 1745|Her ancient Maide, and thus with pensive mien 1745|Address'd her: "Whoe'er thou art, whose kindly hand, 1745|Beside my couch, caress'd me while I cop'd 1745|In the embrace of Phoebus, or who first ======================================== SAMPLE 29540 ======================================== 27126|That the earth was made in seven, 27126|And the heaven above, on high, 27126|Was made from the fragments of a man, 27126|Whose bones lay in the hollow ground, 27126|That they found with a happy sound, 27126|When in the hollow the sea was deep, 27126|To the mother and to her child. 27126|Now the earth was formed from the fragments; 27126|And the heaven above, on high, 27126|Was made from the fragments of a man, 27126|Whose bones lay in the hollow ground; 27126|So the mother and her child 27126|Are made one in fire and air, 27126|As the ruins of all things on earth 27126|Are made and stand the test of God. 27126|And He made a sun and moon, and a goodly star 27126|Out of the fragments of a man, 27126|Each a fragment of a man, 27126|And they stood upon the hills of Heaven, 27126|That the Father might disclose and know, 27126|Who made the fragments of a man, 27126|Out of the fragments of a man. 27126|The Father made a star from the starry fire, 27126|Out of the fragments of a man, 27126|And he sent the light from the starry fire 27126|Athwart the cold and desolate skies; 27126|And the nightingale and the lark have all sung it, 27126|That the Father might disclose and know, 27126|Who made the fragment of a man, 27126|Out of the fragments of a man. 27126|The Father made the sun and moon, and a goodly star,-- 27126|And he sends not this to thee, 27126|Who would know of God from a woman's hand, 27126|With all the glory of Earth and Heaven. 27126|'Tis a gift to the poor and lowly, 27126|When the great King has gone from them; 27126|No one knows when the King shall come again-- 27126|He is dead, yet they are not sad, 27126|Who have heard that Him may come again-- 27126|Lord, make not all the world glad! 27126|The Father made the starry fire,-- 27126|Out of the fragments of a man,-- 27126|The fire that lives in the depths of the night, 27126|For when night is born in the brain, 27126|And when the body faints and grows faint, 27126|And the eyes are dark and drear, 27126|The father fires the home with his light-- 27126|The great King fires the home with his light; 27126|The starless night, with its mist and gloom, 27126|Is the poor man's night of all day, 27126|He cannot bear to sit and dream 27126|The darkness of the house alone. 27126|Then the sun in the east shall go down, 27126|The moonrise by the river, 27126|And the voice of the angels shall call: 27126|_Where is the man that comes not when thou art there?_ 27126|As I went over my journey, 27126|As I went over the hill, 27126|And where I had been before, 27126|Before I came to the water. 27126|I came at the beginning, 27126|And I turned upon my left; 27126|And I asked of my God, 27126|With His face in the heavens above, 27126|If He would send me a light. 27126|Oh, the little white words were these,-- 27126|"Light shall be found in you, 27126|Where there is darkness, make way; 27126|And where there is evil, make room; 27126|And where there is trouble, bless; 27126|And where there is trouble, welcome; 27126|And there is light everywhere." 27126|Oh, my heart was in love 27126|When it said "He comes!" 27126|Oh, my heart was in love, 27126|And I said--"Oh, come you?" 27126|Oh, my heart was in love, 27126|While the sun went down; 27126|And I said--"Is there no place? 27126|And then I heard a song; 27126|And it ======================================== SAMPLE 29550 ======================================== 1165|The words we do not speak! We speak, and we hear, 1165|We know each other's thoughts, and our own selves, -- 1165|But for what need of love? Love's gift is scorn, 1165|And, in its hour of mockery, its effect 1165|Is often as vain, as its source a lie. 1165|But when our hearts are one with others' hearts, 1165|And love is true in its truth and its grace, 1165|Then lo, the song that we sing is as a lie, 1165|And the life that we live is a lie, too. 1165|Ah, let us love as Love was once, that is old 1165|As Love itself to a soul anew new 1165|First stirs upon the morning air! 1165|If any man shall make thee wonder 1165|What our love was like, remember, 1165|And thy heart remember Love, -- 1165|Remember how they say, "I love thee" 1165|And know thou lovest me ... 1165|But I have a secret that doth not fear 1165|Lest thou shouldst guess it, being such a secret! 1165|Oh, it is so strange that I cannot tell 1165|What it is that I know! 1165|For if it be aught, say, I have not told ... 1165|"What they taught the old woman," 1165|Then to us it seemed the love of old 1165|Had risen up, and made us whole again 1165|In the young boy's heart. 1165|It is the old woman's song, and sweet, 1165|A song divine, 1165|And made thine eyes young and thy lips dry 1165|With tears of joy. 1165|It is "Love and the Rose," -- 1165|The little maids that love them well 1165|Come to me now. 1165|It is "The Children of the Stone Hearth," 1165|With every song that I have learned 1165|I tell unto them. 1165|So in the long night hours, that crowd 1165|The window blinds 1165|With many voices, and the long white moon, 1165|I hear one, one alone, 1165|And, -- though I hear it well -- 1165|I cannot tell what it is I love 1165|That is there. 1165|It is the old woman's song -- 1165|I know not which -- 1165|And all its sorrow, all its fire 1165|That was mine own! 1165|And I -- if I could learn to love again, 1165|As when I was a boy 1165|And saw the stars through window blinds 1165|And dreamed the summer through, 1165|Like a man learning to love again, 1165|I would not change this love of mine; 1165|Such love I had in olden times, 1165|With the good olden days. 1165|They came for me in distant lands; 1165|They brought for me a garret scant 1165|In the walls of many shades, 1165|And the warm strong hands, and the good olden ways. 1165|For a boy's wild heart it was to be 1165|In the walls so dim; 1165|And it was a boy's strong hand to hold 1165|That was red and warm with gore, 1165|And the swift, swift ways of old 1165|On that land to lead. 1165|And all was silent and all dark 1165|Until I came to hear 1165|That far-off bell at the gate, 1165|And -- ah! the very first thing 1165|I knew of that was well -- 1165|It was the voice that sang, and well, 1165|And the world was great and fair 1165|Before me they should win or fall; 1165|And God, I think, was wise 1165|When I looked that way! 1165|It wasn't the birds I knew then, 1165|Nor that dark-browed day, 1165|Nor those sweet old-fashioned ways, 1165|Nor the sun that shone. 1165|It wasn't the things about the house 1165|That thrilled my heart like fear; 1165|But the little red rose at my head, 1165 ======================================== SAMPLE 29560 ======================================== 20|So much more delicious then that sweete 20|Which our great Father has inclind us 20|To prepare for many of His Angels, 20|That they (we believe) will be content 20|To taste (though the forgetful one will spurn it) 20|Thir great plenteous Father so preparing 20|With such inviting words, that He 20|Will gladly give abundant plentie, 20|Fresh forth to Heav'n, if they will freely taste 20|What He provides them. Be not arrogant, 20|Ejecting therefore all pretious claims 20|Of taste in Heavn; it was not given 20|To know both good and evil, good and ill; 20|Believing so to impair the favour 20|Of His great love, by subtracting one part, 20|One feeling, from the infinite Whole, 20|Which comprehends them all; since which 20|We are created, or what God made 20|Or wrought us, purpose to some end, 20|Or purpose's end deluded, is immaterial; 20|Or whether God to man His bounty wyl, 20|Or to man his plott, to glorifie 20|His great endeavour, to elevate thee 20|Above such lowly creatures as these 20|He gave the name of angels, deemd thenth 20|Thou hadst not then the power to be deemd 20|God's creatures, though of human kind; yet these 20|Desire help from Him, and thou in part 20|Deceived wyl'st be; for e're self thou art 20|Undelete'd with means of thy gloriamence 20|To help those needy; for thy hope 20|In us is such, that all our selves 20|Will with thy lot the fatigues and travail beare, 20|If God will not relieve thee at threate 20|Of thy great daily toils: and to that end 20|We come, is but our occasion great or small. 20|Forthwith to thy first Cause, our first Nurture, 20|Great Spirit of Generosity, we come, 20|Thou Princely Providence, whose mildness cool'st 20|All rancour, and whose dearth distill'd 20|The envenom'd blood of Furies in our veins, 20|Cease not to visit us at this season 20|With Mercy Blossom homeward to retrace 20|Our steps, where we have left much anger. 20|Mean while is no great journey, that retrace 20|From Anger to Love, and back retrace 20|From Passion to Mercy; without those wheels 20|Were scarce a respite from the fatigue 20|We find in travelling now, without hope 20|Of pardon from our Father, for whose sake 20|We come, and for his sake exert this toil. 20|We to the Court of Heav'n new Pasts present 20|Our suit, which all our prayers in high Gods 20|Have endeavoured to undo; and if in due 20|And timely Court our pleas are pleas'd, soon 20|New age and power of Womens Religion 20|Will flush ev'ry gendered Ceremony here: 20|Then no new laws or statutes for the State, 20|Nor any other moral Condition 20|Of Men will need to be pursu'd: for God 20|Will then release us, and their sex elude, 20|Leaving behind no further claim to Domination, 20|But that from Christ re-joined we may again 20|Together rule the Nation, and combine 20|In one Homeland all daitzy Womens, one Nation, 20|As now One, in unconquerable strength, 20|While over all the shame-faced Race of Man, 20|Shall faint before total Beauty's holiness. 20|_We_ shall confess, and in love right profess, 20|That neither Age, nor mixed State, nor imported 20|Incompaiss'd Spirit, shall ever make us doubt 20|Our just Liberation: and this God-vyde 20|Isle is our Munificent Liberty._ 20|_For in the Courts of Heav'n our Fathers lay'd the Ground 20|That became the Sure ground for that _heav'n_ 20|Which now we bring against us with our Sins; 20|'Tis then no wonder, since Heav'n granted us, 20|In deepest Goune, our Eevning Wish to ======================================== SAMPLE 29570 ======================================== 615|This would not be, that there, for aught that I require, 615|In his own bosom's depths I have not sated thirst; 615|But, having drank of that delightsome stream, 615|As I have said, I now would have thee tell, 615|For I am glad to know the matter true, 615|As to its very essence I can trace 615|The present state of things, and where is hight 615|O'er all the vast infinity of hell. 615|"One is what's called the first, the lowest, worst 615|Of all, in order due, in this vast isle; 615|But from the second onward, which that falls 615|Beyond the seventh circle, all are to know. 615|The second circle is the most obscene 615|And wild, where devils and all foul-deer haunt, 615|And where the souls of those who perished lie, 615|Whose fate is unknown; and in the depths are 615|As if twice five miles, a thousand round. 615|"There was -- if I remember, rightly I -- 615|The wicked Prince of those with whom I sate, 615|With that good king that gave the fairest bride 615|And lady of the realm of France, on earth, 615|And others that around her sojourns are, -- 615|Who in that circle live and move forever, 615|And with her live a hundred years in vain; 615|-- So, when I said, 'O prince, so be gone 615|That thou may'st make good what thou hast done wrong,' 615|-- As I in that, I to the king replied, 615|-- And he to me and waited till I finished 615|That said in answer without the least delay. 615|"As to the first, since this our journey's end, 615|I hear, I know not whither lies the second. 615|To the first, if my old companion be, 615|I know not whither lies a new-born day, 615|But from the second I will take my way; 615|Whither I would have him must be a quest, 615|I know not whither, nor if he be named. 615|"But from this place, if to the second wight 615|The lady's fate, and the great evil wrought; 615|And if to him the lady be not named, 615|Yet know, that they are two in one shall stand: 615|That either of them should of their might, 615|In that small room have stayed my lady's hand; 615|Nor could the room have so defended been, 615|Unless the doors, with hard and stubborn force, 615|Had from the east her foes, like fire had driven. 615|"The lady 'gan to pray her to maintain 615|Her ill espoused will and in her prayer 615|Took comfort; and with suppliant visage harked, 615|That she her lord could keep, who would have saved 615|Her from destruction, if she would have kept 615|Still her true lord, and kept that lord alive; 615|And with her lord's advice good Juno prayed. 615|"If not, it may be well, according to 615|If to the second, as to them were made: 615|Nor will he ever, as he was made, 615|With this be held in so much fear as he, 615|When for a little he with her would stand. 615|The king is made in so low a vassal, 615|That he is not, when this is over passed, 615|Yet ever free from any servitude:" 615|-- As to this says she -- "let be as thou wilt." 615|The royal duke, she added, with the rest, 615|From his own goodly castle to be gone. 615|Nor is this all; and that which is not good, 615|In her to follow, now, to do is more: 615|As to her, that not without good advice, 615|It is in virtue that her purpose makes. 615|So that of the two was more than each, 615|Save that it her desire might be to stay. 615|While they this counsel of the king debate, 615|In hope, as well as fear, the following day 615|The king with a party to the city 615|Resolves, where he will go, and gives command 615|To send a warrant out to every peer, 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 29580 ======================================== 30332|With the two men, and now that one is dead, 30332|And now that this is over; so when he saw 30332|The last was none of all the hosts of Mars, 30332|He spake: “Now, as thou wilt, this my prayer be said, 30332|As thou wilt it, for three days in the spring 30332|And all the summer. 30332|“If one of us a woman have, whom she 30332|Wilt bear unto the land whereof thou wilt, 30332|With her shall live an hundred years unborn. 30332|“And he shall go in peace into the world 30332|And with a little thing divine be born, 30332|To live for ever.” 30332|Thus prayed he, and then said one of the men 30332|Unto the queen within: “Now, if this were so, 30332|We would not fail of our full hope to win, 30332|But it should never be; because we knew 30332|My husband had an ugly heart, and said 30332|That he was happy, till this maid he slew: 30332|And now I ween there lives none other more 30332|In any land by the waters of Rhine 30332|Unto whose mother he has got an heir, 30332|If such the fates that were in the days of old 30332|When this was wont to be born under ground 30332|Underneath the mountain, on that wild place 30332|Of Hunland, the hard hill of whose peak 30332|Nisus still sits upwith, even against 30332|The future of man.” 30332|Then spake the Queen in answer, but first 30332|She lifted to the heavens her white veil’d head, 30332|And said: “If what thou wilt I will fulfil 30332|To thee and to thine: God, which art most high, 30332|Let none be of the women thou shalt slay 30332|Before thine eyes.” 30332|Then was laid the Queen to rest 30332|But when the day was made ready for play, 30332|Unto the king came she in her maiden guise, 30332|And straight upon the spot where he was slain 30332|The soft white snow lay cold, and on the ground 30332|The grass untrammel'd, with many a flower 30332|On the black ground that laid in it fast, 30332|Except the very grass that with the tear 30332|Of pity from his eyes washed out the pale 30332|Lies now heap'd up there by the living blade 30332|Of Nisus: all the fields from side to side 30332|Were glittering with new-fallen snow, and that, 30332|The land’s full height, that fell where it began 30332|Methought was he but now dead that he might seem 30332|Like this fair corpse before us, that he stood 30332|Unshrouded, all, save the white arms that now 30332|Fell round his neck in such a glorious guise, 30332|Such as in former days with wreaths they bore 30332|When the Kings of Denmark, the first of all 30332|In the fair land were about to wed. 30332|But when in that high place which men call Fate, 30332|He saw her in that glory and her face, 30332|He fell with dread and said: “Lift up thy head, 30332|O maiden, and speak out, thou dear and sweet; 30332|I pray thee, speak but one word; I yet 30332|May hear it, if one word more be not given 30332|By thee, that I may surely know thy voice, 30332|Thy sweet voice, that is a joy to men 30332|Where all things be, and when the king is crown'd 30332|And the world lies open; thou that art 30332|The queen of heaven, and all these things behold 30332|To thy great power in heaven, then must I dare 30332|Thy will, or they were nothing, but that they 30332|Have made thee lovely, even that, which is 30332|Sweet in thyself, which is all sweet and fair 30332|With love, like this maiden, that is dead, 30332|And laid within our very fair green land ======================================== SAMPLE 29590 ======================================== 38520|Of all the men who ever set foot in the town of London, 38520|But the very first I ever knew about was George Fitz-Amory, 38520|Of the old, old, old town; and my own is the Quaker Aengus, 38520|Who has lived where there's never been man or beast in the town, 38520|Whose beard the streets in the days of the Quaker Aengus bled. 38520|In the quaint old days of the Quaker Aengus, the stockyards were shut, 38520|And the stinking, stank muck of the coal-shaws was banished quite, 38520|In the quaint old days of the Quaker Aengus, the women went 38520|Twiddling their thumbs, as they went past on their walks of coarse, 38520|Slovenly deportment, for, behold, the man alive went by 38520|Who, out in the street, and in the shop, and on the busy mart, 38520|Held his head up high, and was a sinner, by the way he looked; 38520|Then the stockyards and the stinking, stinky coke began to fill, 38520|And the quaker-maker, the old, old, old stockyard man, began 38520|To sell out of his dead heart, and to shirk his trade of thie, 38520|By that simple, easy, easy trade of selling and of thou, 38520|While the women in their way uniting in the face of men, 38520|Went trooping about in their long, loose, shapeless attire; 38520|But he kept himself in existence by selling his own blood, 38520|And by selling his own life, which were his very only gain. 38520|I said to myself in my soul's wilderness, The day's in vain, 38520|All's as vain as he says; I'm bound the other way; 38520|The last man's blood for us that had much to gain 38520|He made not as much of as he would of the rest. 38520|In the quaint old days of the Quaker Aengus, the town's of Aengus 38520|Heaven had made the Quaker Aengus, and now he's gone 38520|The only one left in town, and it ain't what he wants. 38520|I'll tell you a story, and I'll tell you a tale of a tale, 38520|How we made up to her that last night she'd been away; 38520|And if you take a hint from the way she acted, the way she smiled, 38520|We'd have her back some dusky-eyed night; I daresay. 38520|This story comes from a sketch, by F. C. MacKee, that appeared in 38520|The Saturday Paper, the University of Illinois. 38520|What did the little old woman in the shade, 38520|Gathering flowers in October, do? 38520|She gathered them for her future children, 38520|She gathered them for them dead and gone; 38520|And she gathered them in her gray old gown, 38520|And she gathered them all as she might be, 38520|For the good of all that live and breathe, 38520|And for the things asleep in earth's bosom, 38520|Tossed by waves or borne by restless winds, 38520|That have died out but not for lack of doing. 38520|How the little old woman sighed for the dead! 38520|How her tears fell like blossom on the grass, 38520|Until they made the green and dead grass scent! 38520|Ah, how the little old woman sighed for them, 38520|With her brown and shoulders wrapped about them, 38520|And her eyes down where her dead cheeks used to be, 38520|And her hands with them wrapped and cupped by them. 38520|How the little old woman sighed for them, 38520|In her gray old gown, with her dead cheeks smeared; 38520|And the dead leaves slid and trampled o'er her, 38520|And hovered on the ground where she sat weeping,-- 38520|Then she made herself to be anything,-- 38520|A woman or a child on the wing of Spring, 38520|Singing in the lisp of a blossom, 38520|Or playing in a garden of her own 38520|With the ======================================== SAMPLE 29600 ======================================== 2621|When the moon is in her crescent, 2621|And the crescent of summer 2621|With the light from beyond it 2621|Is like the face of God 2621|When the midnight sky's like heaven's, 2621|And I come at the breaking of day 2621|Back through the night to the darkness. 2621|And you to me, dear heart, I bring to you 2621|A tale of the glory and might of the moon-- 2621|How through the land of England her silver 2621|Is streaked with the crimson of sorrow; 2621|How down the land of England her light 2621|Is athirst for a word with the stars; 2621|How the world of the earth and the world of the air 2621|Are the twain thirsting for answers from man! 2621|How the waters of suns and the waters of seas 2621|Rise to avenge the death of our darling; 2621|How, when the day is born, the first night-wind 2621|Calls the stars for an audience with man! 2621|Told of the stars in a song of old Greece, 2621|Told in a sigh of a soul singing its roundelay: 2621|"Lo, the night is gone, and the day is nigh, 2621|And the night is past, and the day is to light: 2621|What then for the night, that it takes leave of the day, 2621|That it comes to take leave of the night and day?" 2621|I am a poet of summer, and the sun 2621|Sets me a fool; and I love to see him go 2621|Down the hill, and up the stair, and down the lane; 2621|And I love to see him follow through the grass 2621|In the valley far, with the lilies at his heels: 2621|I love for the love of the sun, and the love of the skies 2621|And the love of the birds who fly by the light of the morn. 2621|Thou art a poet of winter, and thou singest well 2621|In thy lonelyness--the night hath filled up 2621|Thine ears with thy song; and the night fills up mine: 2621|And I know the songs a heart would sing; and I know 2621|Why the birds of heaven sing, and what the flowers do. 2621|Thou art a poet of beauty, and the world 2621|Brings thee to shine. In the midst of the throng, 2621|Whitely-white, and all so light and bright, 2621|Stand thou white-browed through all the dreary day, 2621|A star-flower through the heaven's blue! 2621|In the lonely night, when stars, like lilies, wave, 2621|In the dark corner of thy heart thou dreamest of rest: 2621|And thou singest a song to me, that is like a sigh; 2621|While the light of the night is dim on thy face, 2621|And the shadows of night in mine are creeping about. 2621|Thou art a poet of sorrow, and thy joy 2621|Is like the sweetness of a star; and sweet 2621|It is on the evening of the dead summer's flight, 2621|When the last pale flower has faded from the sky, 2621|And thou pineest in dark, abandoned graves! 2621|For thee, the earth gives not her fairest, and the air 2621|Is dreariest with sadness; and the light of the sun 2621|Is sad with dreary music; and the stars of noon 2621|Are mournful with the music of darkness' funeral! 2621|In vain, in the desert, and in the night, 2621|My dreams arise, my life is far away: 2621|And I pray to the stars that my life may be 2621|Along the paths that lead from darkness to light. 2621|In a land beyond the sea, not far away, 2621|Three wise old men have built a city in a day. 2621|They have ranged the world about with care, and found 2621|No spot that stood for man to build in the dust, 2621|And yet, with all their practice, no work was done; 2621|There was no need to lay new bricks upon old. 2621 ======================================== SAMPLE 29610 ======================================== 11351|Of the sun and the wind and the snow and the rain; 11351|A thousand years ago, when the stars were young, 11351|It was Springtime, 11351|And the little pines were glowing like new buds, 11351|And the stars were out shining bright; 11351|When the golden-rod fell down in a glory of green, 11351|And the trees were all flinging up their last leaves in hues 11351|Of purple and gold 11351|And the river was smiling in a golden way, 11351|And the hills were blest all the while. 11351|In the little pines the drowsy breeze lay on 11351|Its pillow of branches, tossing the buds loose, 11351|And the misty trees were bending like lilies by their will 11351|In the sunlight. 11351|The pines were sleeping; the breeze breathed soft and low, 11351|And the little pines were lulled by the gentle lore 11351|Of the sun, and by the golden-rod and the wild rose bare, 11351|For a moment. 11351|Oh, I had seen them, 'mid the sunlight and the light, 11351|Or I dreamt they--saw me; 11351|They were looking as gentle as angels in heaven; 11351|Their shadows were all so dear 11351|As were the gentle leaves and the sun and the bright 11351|And precious hours, 11351|In the little pines where the pines were sleeping by. 11351|Oh, the pines were sleeping! Oh, the sweetest time 11351|On sweet Springtime is the Springtime, that is brief, 11351|A dream, that dies in an hour, 11351|Or a rapture that lingers till the next year brings 11351|A sweeter June. 11351|Oh, the pines were sleeping, the pines were dreaming, 11351|Of the sweetest time on sweet Springtime is May, 11351|A fleeting thing, that leaves its soul behind, 11351|And the shadow of all to be. 11351|But all my days of life are brief and bitter, 11351|And nevermore again, 11351|I shall behold the glory the pines be wearing, 11351|And breathe in the sweet Springtime again. 11351|"I will make a merry chime 11351|To run along the floor, 11351|To ring an hour to keep 11351|The merry Christmas song." 11351|She took her little children 11351|And rolled them upon the rug, 11351|And they looked up at her with mirth 11351|And laughter in their eyes. 11351|"Now, run!" she said, and they did run 11351|And they peeped out beneath the tree: 11351|"See, see! how neat and clean 11351|They are under the elm-bark! 11351|O, run and tell the little ones 11351|That we will make good cheer!" 11351|And the old woman caught them all,-- 11351|The little white ones, and the brown,-- 11351|And bade them hurry upstairs 11351|And kiss their mother good-night. 11351|At three o'clock in the morning 11351|There came a horse in fine weather, 11351|With bells in his mouth and bridle rope 11351|All ready for him at a pinch. 11351|And so the merry old woman 11351|Came to her chamber door, 11351|And started to take her little ones 11351|Into her arms that held them tightly, 11351|And then the little baby, dear, 11351|Whose eyes had never seen the moon, 11351|"Mummy, let us watch the clock," he cried, 11351|"So kind it is, so kind and so sweet, 11351|And never, never let it drop, 11351|But let it ring for 'Merry Christmas,' 11351|So kind it is." 11351|At three o'clock in the morning 11351|She took her little children out, 11351|And gave them all a large turkey apple 11351|Taciturn like a grape, and then:-- 11351|"Come down, my children, let us, let us, 11351|Come down here, and have a play 11351|All out of season ======================================== SAMPLE 29620 ======================================== 937|Sings: -- 937|"The only music that I need 937|"Is the war-paint that fills my soul; 937|"O, what if the world should listen 937|"To the song of the war-paint 937|"That fills my soul with joy! 937|"O, what if the war-paint should rise 937|"And the world be glad and good, 937|"And the man that fights in the war 937|"Leave his place in the world?" 937|Sings a song to the music of the storm, 937|Ripples over seas in a river of spray. 937|Where the clouds are dark and the waters white, 937|And the storm-clouds rise far above, 937|Thro' the tumult and tumult and tumult and strife, 937|Thro' his strife, thro' the strife of his life, 937|Stand the children of earth 937|On their mothers' knees and their mothers' knees of steel -- 937|Stands the father of storms, 937|He whose name is the thunder and the wind, 937|And the storm that follows and follows after. 937|In his wrath the waves of the ocean he lashes, 937|In his wrath the sky is his dwelling; 937|In his wrath he lashes the heavens as they roll 937|From the deeps of the ocean of anguish, 937|And the deeps of the sky as they fall. 937|And the storm that follows and follows after, 937|He stands in his strength as a wall -- strong as fate; 937|As a wall, in his wrath, he upholds the low, 937|Amid the waste of his anger and wrath. 937|But the children of earth 937|Are the children of all, 937|And the world that the storm brings with it, 937|And the human heart as a prison cell. 937|Who would ever believe that the snow-mist 937|Could soften so tender a shade? 937|Or that a storm of tears could take the bloom of life 937|From the kiss of the flower of earth? 937|In a storm that follows and follows anon, 937|In an after-after of anguish -- in an after-after 937|Of the strife of love that defies skill -- 937|Stand the children of earth 937|On their mothers' knees and their mothers' knees of steel -- 937|Stands the father of storms. 937|The little white words on the letter-box, 937|And the little blue words on the letter-mark; 937|The little white word on the letter-mark; 937|The little blue words in the letter-box; 937|What do you think they are? I do believe that they stand 937|For the same thing; that 'tis not the "I" that stands for the "You" 937|In a letter-box; that it stands for "I loved you!" when it stands 937|For the same thing; that it is not the "I" in the letter "I Love" 937|That stands for the "You" in a letter-box. 937|A little child stood in a dim, white room 937|Asleep and pale; the snow lay on her gown 937|As white as the gown the child wore 937|On the morning of her Christmas day. 937|He felt so glad, so happy, so gay -- 937|A tiny, white-faced, little child, 937|That he cried, and then he hid his face 937|In a small white-washed doorway there. 937|There in the dim white-washed doorway there stood 937|A little, white-faced, little, white- 937|hooded child; whereon a letter-mark 937|Stood fixed in his eyes; and a little, white, 937|Waved white arms from white-strewn, white- 937|hooded breast; and he said, "My heart is broken -- 937|But oh I am happy that it's so." 937|Then he opened his letter -- a smile 937|Went round that tiny, black-faced child. 937|"Dear little white-faced, little brown- 937|faced, little little brown ======================================== SAMPLE 29630 ======================================== 1008|That never yet by wind or water was 1008|Oppressed, that standing still could move an inch." 1008|Then said that shade of Lumio, "That mountaineer 1008|O friend, was he on fire with satiety 1008|Of good news? And doth he still endure 1008|His torture, and still bear it onward?" 1008|And I to him, "What news hath he betide, 1008|But truly nothing false or double-hid?" 1008|"Nothing false or double-hid," made reply 1008|That gloomy giant, "but such as you please. 1008|Let him be discourseant who will, and let him 1008|Tell how he past; for he himself knows best." 1008|There is a certain place on wide-extended ground 1008|That men for safety can arrive; 1008|That name, as fame reports, 1008|Doth soon vermilion set. 1008|It is not far, nor tires the toil: 1008|It pulses thro' each vein, 1008|And by the hand of virtue shoots, 1008|As the sun's what lights the hemisphere. 1008|There is a salve for every wound, 1008|O well-trained medicament! 1008|O mouth of power, more careful far 1008|Than the bandage of a syringe! 1008|Take heed, nor err in calling 1008|There where the salve is laid! 1008|False were the annals of the famous urn 1008|In which dwell the Roman prince, 1008|That said the gods no contributions do 1008|Without a mandate from their capitol. 1008|There stands the bath wherein he washed 1008|His body in absolute trust 1008|Of following only the divine command, 1008|And naught else worldly profit. 1008|And the charm which did on his fingers fix 1008|Fast to the stone enthralls 1008|To him and to the sacred wave; 1008|And henceforth he moves with cautious steps, 1008|Not prevailing on the self-same margin. 1008|Sweet is the name of Lotta: but in thee 1008|I found no copy. Ere the babe's birth 1008|Fitted us for the sign of life, 1008|In the old cowl strap cast the fresh lion; 1008|And then the claws of the nimble fugitive 1008|Shall chase thee from the mount without spear. 1008|But when thy footsteps leave the sacred fold, 1008|Then mount, and back returning smile on him 1008|Who formed the covenant, 'twixt thee and him, 1008|Forgotten now is all the reckonings 1008|Of the beast. Joyous times then were those, 1008|When the firstling of flaming truth 1008|Was loosed from on high. The heaven then shook 1008|With shouts and universal thunderings, 1008|The sacred ears to its audacious sound 1008|Shorn of its charge; and then the Angel of God 1008|Yielded up the kingdom to be enjoyed 1008|By the abject and sinful man; and peopled 1008|The regions with his disciples, to deliberate 1008|Where to lay down their lives. Forthwith from those 1008|Who had from life's acceleration swerved, 1008|Demos and Fattah, twin Sons of Cris, 1008|And Küsterlin, born in Gaul, came, 1008|And after them the erring Persian, 1008|And Sylla fell. The Boetes, who watered 1008|With thir milk the hilly portions, came, 1008|With Orsiloch and with Nozick, brothers, 1008|And Liparopt, the musician; and they 1008|Who from the fount of Vandersberg chose 1008|Their living Rani; and those, from whom the rivers 1008|Of Elah and Sind come, forthwith retired 1008|'Gainst the Falerian and the Bosmer pale; 1008|And those, of whom the shinier Kurgan beams 1008|Now, through the ashoura's recess, appeared, 1008|Shakkoura and Achimiskund, Hyppum' sons; 1008|And those, from Soma, Goth ======================================== SAMPLE 29640 ======================================== 1280|And still I find the sweetest words, the finest lines, 1280|The clearest wit, when I seek for meaning in them. 1280|But there is something in that word-music--or words-- 1280|That makes me, in my life's sorrow, seek words far 1280|And higher than me, to be the voice of one 1280|Who feels this human world and we as children. 1280|And I have found the only language for the truth-- 1280|A poet's voice, the voice of God--for I have sung 1280|Of loving lips and hands, of singing heart and ear, 1280|I have seen a world of human longing and pain. 1280|And yet it is not so. 1280|Not for myself I ask, 1280|But for the spirits that have wandered and sought 1280|This endless glory of hope. 1280|I ask as one who has not attained 1280|What he would have achieved had he attained, 1280|And as a lover who has sought 1280|A phantom with the truth, 1280|And is not given to dreaming of a vision 1280|That he might meet it. 1280|These are the words 1280|By many people 1280|Called to my mind this morning-- 1280|And here the words and thoughts are set in rhyme: 1280|"I am a man who has been sick 1280|Being ashamed of the whole world. 1280|I cannot go out. 1280|When my mind is full of thoughts, 1280|And my fingers itch 1280|For a good game, then I play 1280|At the usual games. 1280|At the games that I make-- 1280|But what good games are those! 1280|You have all your playtime 1280|But you never come, 1280|The people come to see the games." 1280|That very morning 1280|My mind was filled 1280|With the thought of this, 1280|"I am a man who has been sick 1280|Being ashamed of the whole world. 1280|I cannot go out, 1280|But rather stay to hear 1280|And see the games and see them played: 1280|What is it that I do? 1280|"It is not play 1280|And not playing, but my life. 1280|And a man's thoughts. 1280|I have thought and dreamed 1280|The same, to end in prayer, 1280|And a man's heart breaks 1280|When his thoughts break-- 1280|That is enough, my friend." 1280|At the game 1280|On the first of May 1280|It seemed to me that I saw 1280|Some one standing near 1280|Who was playing a game, 1280|And I heard the music of love, 1280|What I saw to me was 1280|The life of the game and the spirit of all who played. 1280|I was near the bench, 1280|For I saw a man 1280|Whose heart was on the court: 1280|In the end 1280|That which I heard 1280|Sounded a cry from the court 1280|And a very low cry, like a bird's. 1280|The games were all on the stage. 1280|That I heard, 1280|I could not find. 1280|But I thought I saw that woman 1280|On the floor 1280|Who was trying to catch a fly 1280|In her basket 1280|Of balls and balls to catch a fly-- 1280|My friend, 1280|And saw the whole crowd 1280|Of women and men, 1280|Till a boy came flying in 1280|And caught her 1280|On the arm, and she 1280|Went out and died. 1280|And then that man 1280|Looked from his place, 1280|As if his tears came to him, 1280|And I knew his thoughts 1280|And his feelings. 1280|But when I spoke 1280|I should have said: 1280|"He has come to take you in 1280|For the murder of his child. 1280|This is what we have heard." 1280|When the games began, 1280| ======================================== SAMPLE 29650 ======================================== 30672|And in her gentle care, 30672|Haply she may be 30672|The surest way to make 30672|A happier world for me. 30672|Yet how shall she 30672|Come thither when I am fled! 30672|The path is gone and left in shadeless night 30672|Where never moon-ray flecks the icy pall, 30672|And never the cry of bird or beast 30672|Shrieks from the haunted shore; 30672|And never the voice of man is heard! 30672|Oh! by thy heaven-descended star, 30672|Oh, by thy lily-shrouded light, 30672|Oh, by thy bright, dim, immaculate sight, 30672|And by the blushes of thy kiss, 30672|May all that's good to me be thine! 30672|I think on everything when I lie with my limbs on the boughs, 30672|I do not think of sorrow; I do not care to see the world 30672|Bewail the state of all the dead--how sorrowful the past is; 30672|The sorrowful, that now for the first time can grasp the 30672|glory that lives on earth; that now can look through the tears 30672|To the bright, radiant light of heaven; that now can feel his 30672|heart beat against it, and that its anguish can not stay. 30672|My thought is like to his, in its deep and earnest thought; 30672|Yet his thought is like to mine in its passion and light; 30672|For mine like his is a little child, yet he is a king. 30672|I do not live for this world, I only live to live 30672|At the hour of death on its morning and eve of birth, 30672|For a fleeting breath, for a few brief hours, oh how ill 30672|Am I with anguish and sorrow; for the long, long days 30672|That are to be to my little ones, the long years of years, 30672|With their dark troubles, and sorrows, and cares, and toil; 30672|With God's love no other joy that I have than to die. 30672|Now when the day that will never fade 30672|Steals on the silent hours of night, 30672|The night breeze doth wake and cry, 30672|To greet each dim and starless day 30672|With a light and honeyed word, 30672|My little one--O love--is here-- 30672|The life is beating in my heart, 30672|I hear it and can hear it, and I stand 30672|Amid the vast and golden light, 30672|And tremble with rapture at the strain, 30672|Till I know that they but sleep to-night. 30672|Thou hast called to sleep the sorrowing and broken-hearted, 30672|And thou hast led me forth the path to beauty and joy, 30672|Thou didst a dream send from a land beyond the reach of dreams, 30672|And a voice softly spake through the silent night, 30672|Till I, in a dream so sweetly sweet, 30672|Came forth and heard the voice once more, 30672|Till I, in a dream of beauty, heard 30672|The voice of my dead heart's love that murmured, and said: 30672|And I bent down ere the dawn and looked through the golden 30672|eyes of the earth, and the fair light, 30672|And the land was beautiful as an April evening sky, 30672|With her blue hills and her clouds and heaven's blue, 30672|And the grass and flowers from every clime, 30672|With the singing of the birds when the dew was soft on the grass, 30672|And the gentle voices in the forest; 30672|For, lo, the land lay beautiful and bright, 30672|With her white clouds floating over the darkness and dimming the light, 30672|The earth was beautiful to me, 30672|And the sweet air of heaven's blue, 30672|And the birds in the soft light of the blue heavens, 30672|With their low, sweet notes of music, and dancing and singing. 30672|For the dew of the night was soft at my feet, 30672|And the dark world lay beautiful and still, 30672|To me ======================================== SAMPLE 29660 ======================================== 1008|The eye beholds not, that ever more is see. 1008|The churlish Martian, to whose tainted soul 1008|I leagued myself, still walketh there; 1008|And Norugi, to his woe enduring pain, 1008|Still wears the scabbard of that arm band. 1008|"Where, then, is Sordello? where the lord?" 1008|Thus gently swells the dismal lament. 1008|"Oh! well it merits praise, that thou thy guide 1008|Sworn first and second, switten not his word: 1008|Who never believed, though born a Christian, 1008|He never taught, though taught a Christian art. 1008|Thou swarest at a distance; and I follow 1008|Far as the right-hand border of that flood, 1008|Which in one blessed fountain mocks our wants. 1008|The rapacious wolf on that portion, whence 1008|Is rain from seven skies, at distance trod 1008|Of nigh a half grade, barks always for prey, 1008|And generally to the inland sea. 1008|Within that fort the northern rages sore, 1008|But on that bank looks up to heaven the most high. 1008|That Heaven befitteth us for relief." 1008|I thus: "Indeed! and what wouldst thou have us see?" 1008|"I would behold your Sohnrio sprinkled o'er 1008|With water," he replied, "upon the tree 1008|That overshadows the little bridge; and there 1008|Instruct us." "When thou hast finished hearing, 1008|Cast down the book with the holy authors, 1008|Which Florence once before our city took, 1008|To prove to us that writers more then Boethoven 1008|Did use than Clovis. Other things I said, 1008|That weighed on more attention weighed not down. 1008|But now my time is come: and it behoves 1008|That, all, whatever is, and whatever was, 1008|Should of this last kind be considered new. 1008|Not from the buried gold, the silver spent 1008|In mint of Slaverie, or in the framing 1008|Of that infamous edifice, which rot'd 1008|Upon the left bank of the Tiber, sprang 1008|The bulk of that which makes up this canto. 1008|Clovis himself, who dearly had obtained 1008|By this method, had not revel'd in it; 1008|But wisely he brake faith, and pride, and black, 1008|For the true knowledge of the truth, in Rome. 1008|First he quitted his with the Church for King 1008|Augustus, and with that faith began whose pumps 1008|Give water to the mighty engines of doom. 1008|Two things neither knowledge nor learning bring 1008|Into one bone of the human body here: 1008|So much the hangman is not, nor the poison. 1008|But, unless the soul, returning thence, the flesh 1008|Turns to the self-same opinion, from which 1008|Reason was driven, the body surely would 1008|Ought have stood thrown down, would war not have raged. 1008|After the manner of that luckless frame, 1008|Which, full of folly, made the house infirm, 1008|Those two foundations so miscrarely 1008|And miscrarefully laden with the bones 1008|Of our fathers, that scarce any one could 1008|Recreate them: hence needs every one, who tells, 1008|For evermore, that those were Romans 1008|Whom Cotta slew. But after the decease 1008|Of that great head, your new foundation ought 1008|To be constructed. The other fault, 1008|Which has inflamed your fancy, was that, 1008|In procuring him to his assembly place, 1008|From which he had no access, they tore 1008|The forum, key, and other sacred bands 1008|Accessory, and deprived him of the means, 1008|In whom they sat confident of victory. 1008|Here therefore is victory: but the blame, 1008|Malignant people, here shall not lie. 1008|For it was ======================================== SAMPLE 29670 ======================================== 18500|The lass o' Athol, she lo'es me, an' whan 18500|I 'ave her clothes upon me 'e sall dree, 18500|An' whan I gang to bed then I 'alle deean, 18500|Then she 'll gang for me, an' she'll get awa'!" 18500|TUNE--_"Come, come, come and get up."_ 18500|As I cam' through the gloamin' wee 18500|The cauld chill morn cam' owre the hill, 18500|An' kirk, cow'rin', an' farms I 'aven 18500|Wi' my wee Rosy O' Downs again. 18500|An' whiles I daunder'd aft, an' thought 18500|How mony ane was won, or miss'd; 18500|What care I wha this was gane, 18500|Nae fear I were mysel' 18500|I hardly was welcome at my ain. 18500|But I cam' doun the burn an' tirl'd, 18500|An' jaupit'd up the burn bush scram; 18500|An' left the bairnies baith chancery, 18500|For Rosy O' Downs' was a bonnie wee bird! 18500|But now she 's gane, wi' Rosy o' Downs, 18500|She 's gane for a' we kenna better; 18500|Ye need na marvel, she 's as happy frae you, 18500|As happy a blink could pass amiss, 18500|That day I made ye wyte, wi' Rosy O' Downs! 18500|"What! will ye gang to the burn bush? 18500|Will ye gang to the burn bush, Willie?" 18500|"I 'll not seek to be welcome there, 18500|I 'm too ill to be in danger o' fright; 18500|I 'm but a gude, humble tenant leal, 18500|An' the bonnie lass of Athol Foddy." 18500|What! will ye gang to the burn bush? 18500|Will ye gang to the burn bush, Willie?" 18500|"O, this gude nurse 's been a best belle, 18500|An' the bonnie lass o' Athol Foddy, 18500|I hafter't, 't has braid, to woo'd her 18500|That 's been wi' a bonnie, blossom'd ginger 18500|In ane o' the bonnie braid there 's been." 18500|"O, will ye gang to the burn bush? 18500|Will ye gang to the burn bush, Willie?" 18500|"I couldna e'er sune cheer, I weel believe, 18500|But I wad fain be aught o' them a' 18500|Wha sees my Rosy O' Downs, 18500|Will come to the burn bush an' be my ain." 18500|"O will ye gang to the burn bush? 18500|Will ye gang to the burn bush, Willie?" 18500|"I couldna e'er sune cheer, I weel believe. 18500|Wi' the light o' their bonnie gray leggie 18500|I 've bantered, and bocked, and bang'd, 18500|And the mither gied me the braggee, 18500|An' nothing to it but her Jane." 18500|"O will ye gang to the burn bush? 18500|Will ye gang to the burn bush, Willie?" 18500|"I couldna e'er sune cheer, I weel believe. 18500|For gude or for ill we 've met, 18500|Yet I 'm but e'er so shy an unco' man 18500|I cannot gang to the burn bush." 18500|"O will ye gang to the burn bush? 18500|Will ye gang to the burn bush, Willie?" 18500|"I couldnae gang to the burn bush, 18500|For I 'm no' a laird o' Athol, 18500|I'm but the braw lass o' Athol." 18500|"O Will ye gang to the burn bush? 18500|O Will ye gang to the burn bush, Willie?" 18500|" ======================================== SAMPLE 29680 ======================================== 9889|"Here at the bottom is the glassy glass-snake." 9889|"And here's a book of fancies, 9889|And here is a book of pleasant stories; 9889|Here is a child's heart so small, 9889|And there's a woman's heart, 9889|And here's a woman's hand, 9889|And here is a woman's arms, 9889|And here is a maiden's breast-- 9889|Inna Bessie's little arms: 9889|And here is a fairy ring -- 9889|"I never saw a fiddler 9889|That seemed so happy and gay!" 9889|They've written me as follows, so we'll just quote the letter 9889|Which came from Miss Bessie when the latter left us: 9889|When first she said she wanted to marry, 9889|And all her friends were quite on side; 9889|But then I found my Bessie's happiness-- 9889|They never said another word. 9889|They seemed contented, and each one thought it right, 9889|That Bessie should to me be given: 9889|So, when I saw that she had married, I made, 9889|My best, my best heart's application 9889|To marry, and ask them all to-day. 9889|I've loved Bessie ever since, and yet, 9889|In spite of all my tenderness, 9889|I find my Bessie always in haste 9889|To hear me tell her stories. 9889|There's Bessie that has a little room 9889|I keep her little bed, 9889|And Bessie--I love her dearly--I cherish, 9889|All the little things she wants. 9889|She's sitting there--who wouldn't be if 9889|He only'd known how? 9889|She's a merry little lady once, 9889|And loves to talk and play, 9889|But we only have one glassful of love 9889|At the very top of the bowl. 9889|She says she has a heart-ache and paining, 9889|And we must always be glad when 9889|We can see her smile so bright and light, 9889|She'd be a happy little thing. 9889|I tell her, if she had the heart 9889|To do as she says, like myself, 9889|She'd have her little room made with glass-- 9889|And Bessie says she hopes she knows how. 9889|A little girl went to the Fair; 9889|She had on silks so rare, 9889|And she was dressed in a very fine gown 9889|Which was pink and blue and green. 9889|Little Lady had a good time; 9889|All the kids in the park 9889|Came running up to kiss her on the cheek, 9889|Even the boys, the very good boys! 9889|Little Lady she said, "I won't go!" 9889|Little Lady she said, "I won't go." 9889|Now, of course, the Fair took leave 9889|And the girls went back to school; 9889|But the boys stayed behind and cried, 9889|And the boys they cried, "Oh, 9889|How do you think you'd like to play?" 9889|The boys stayed and wept a lot, 9889|I know, for no one cared. 9889|And so they all came home to whine-- 9889|No? Why, all the boys, my dear! 9889|How do you think they'd like to play? 9889|How do I know?--I only know 9889|They're always looking at me. 9889|A Little Girl's Prayer 9889|Dear little girl, good-by; good-by; good-by; good-by, 9889|Remembering the words you've left us so well 9889|This Easter; remembering your vow. 9889|Her tears fall quickly and she's weeping like a flower; 9889|She's glad that you've gone, but how can she be glad 9889|If you'll never come back, pray? Dear little girl! 9889|She'll be glad when she thinks of your return; 9889|And so good-by, pray, good-by, pray. 9889| ======================================== SAMPLE 29690 ======================================== 27139|The earth's heart of nature,--as the sea, 27139|With the vast surges that pour forth their own. 27139|All things in nature are her own fair will,-- 27139|Mortals and angels alike, and she 27139|The fairest one and best will of all. 27139|Hail, mighty mother! Thorns are everywhere, 27139|And every tree its thorn is a thorn. 27139|Hail, dear mother! the leaves are as young 27139|As are the very flowers that blow. 27139|Hail, father! the father's arms are round 27139|As are the hands that clasp his son. 27139|Hail, noble mother! a rose is born 27139|That bears thy name, and shines like gold. 27139|Hail, beautiful father! ye look the bride, 27139|And with a glad welcome greet him,-- 27139|For it is a gracious mother's will, 27139|And she foretwines him with his child. 27139|I, the child of this great ocean, earth, 27139|From birth have passed within its breast. 27139|I climb the trees in morning light, 27139|And in the fallow fields am fed, 27139|And find the roots of the rich earth,-- 27139|O, not to eat the grass, not to drink 27139|The water that is given to drink. 27139|I look upon the world in dark, 27139|I see a thousand-fold my need, 27139|But seek no more, for life is long. 27139|A while I gaze within the night, 27139|And, lo, the darkness quenches the sight. 27139|I stand and stare, and see the snow, 27139|And see the fire and all things nigh. 27139|I hear the wind come through the tree-tops, 27139|And see the fire on every spray, 27139|And seek the forest at my leisure, 27139|And find what I would seek no more. 27139|He stands before the altar one day and the 27139|next a young, handsome woman sings in a carol, 27139|And a man, a farmer, who has never known her, 27139|Laments the song, and he tells 27139|His wife is in the bower, 27139|And she is in the wood. 27139|My young, handsome husband's wife is in the bower, 27139|With her eyes a glaze of red, 27139|And her hair the same as mine; 27139|In the wood she keeps a tree, and she is in the tree, 27139|There she leans above the loom, 27139|And leans at ease, and wears the same as mine 27139|The red hair of my brother's daughter 27139|That flows in a yellow mist 27139|Over her bosom pale, 27139|And a blue shade is in her eyes. 27139|And my young, handsome husband's wife is in the tree, 27139|She is bending back the bough, 27139|But a glance with her white hand and I see a sight 27139|Her cheeks are red, her hair is the same as mine. 27139|And I go back to Kew to call on my husband, 27139|That is far away at sea; 27139|And I think I hear him call, and I think I hear him, 27139|And I know he is thinking of his wife 27139|And her eyes are the same as mine. 27139|Heaven grant her good luck that he is not thinking of her! 27139|And I know he is thinking of his wife, 27139|And his poor brown eyes are the same as mine. 27139|The green tree on the hill is there, 27139|The thorn bush is tall and fair, 27139|The willows are high and white, 27139|And many birds are on the air 27139|While every tree seems glad and gay. 27139|The willows stand like a sea 27139|Of waves in glad and songful cheer; 27139|The white tree stands like a tower 27139|Of stately trees, as fair as snow; 27139|Many leaves about the tree, 27139|And many sweet birds sing their lays, 27139|And the birds gather in the shade 27139|And sing a happy song ======================================== SAMPLE 29700 ======================================== 3628|She, with her face turned sideways, 3628|Like the cat with the straw 3628|Sitting on a coop for warmth; 3628|Or the little pug that snugs 3628|On a clouted cushion; 3628|Or the pug in which it's named-- 3628|Little pug with whiskers! 3628|The girl's nose is flat and small; 3628|"Oh, my!" she cries plaintively, 3628|And clutches to the door-- 3628|"Oh, no such rabbit." But she 3628|No, no, she's not, and all the truth! 3628|I am quite forlorn tonight! 3628|I shall go out in the cold; 3628|And if I get wet, I know 3628|I shall freeze to death in tears. 3628|A man, in some way or other, 3628|Was looking for a horse for a mare, 3628|And a man was helping a mare to go, 3628|And a man was riding a horse away. 3628|But the mare got down with the first load, 3628|And the man got through without any more, 3628|And we've got six more on us now by-and-bye. 3628|We've got six more on us now by-and-bye. 3628|If the mare should break down and break her knee, 3628|We've got but one of us left to ride on. 3628|The woman that rides us has no more brains 3628|Than a dog that thinks he has five thrones. 3628|We've got only one thing to worry about-- 3628|The rabbits don't always go in to bed, 3628|But we're safe enough every now and then 3628|After a scare or two from a rat or a mouse. 3628|What's the use of preaching to us women 3628|When the people will not mind what you say? 3628|We've only one thing to notice-- 3628|The men are coming fast and slow. 3628|O, man of the mountains, take a gun! 3628|Though you've sent your men to ward off all, 3628|Shoot at the men who come too far, too far 3628|Before they can think straight. 3628|Let the men who are fit shot run away. 3628|The women are ready now for bed 3628|And only let them come at quiet time 3628|And let the men be sent. 3628|I've had two wives since I began to think, 3628|And six long years of being loved by both. 3628|I've watched them whene'er I wished to look, 3628|And then when I fancied I was sad 3628|I left my wives and waited for good cheer. 3628|O, it's not for me to brag or to boast 3628|Or even to tell you all of the hours 3628|Of the days that I have loved you or missed; 3628|I only tell you, men will never love you as they should. 3628|God knows what I've done, nor deserve to be; 3628|But here, here is my tale of the day, 3628|And you shall know it if you've read it by heart. 3628|He was old, so old; so old and so wise, 3628|So wise, so wise, and so good it is 3628|That all who heard him, or who read it, said, 3628|"How wise the man! and how wonderful he!" 36981|The winter of 1762 brought a pause in the season of autumn, 36981|"When, when and how long the Spring shall endure John 36981|Ages and ages have been lost 36981|Who knowed and loved. 36981|And ever since men to and fro 36981|Round the ancient hearth have wandered, 36981|And never, never can return to the hearth of the Lord, nor 36981|humble life and make it pure and spotless, he has suffered from 36981|"I will pray for thee"--God! 36981|"Oh, hear and pity her," 36981|His heart failed him;--and from the floor 36981|The silent night drew near. 3698 ======================================== SAMPLE 29710 ======================================== 15370|Is the cause for all our sorrowing,-- 15370|If it be but a bird! 15370|"If my darling was but my own, to see him 15370|I'd be the first to say 'Good morrow!' 15370|He'd be the first to say 'Good-bye!'" 15370|Mabel went to fetch the milk 15370|The milk was out of reach; 15370|She went as fast as any child should go 15370|To fetch the little drippety-toe. 15370|"Oh, let me fetch you milk, pretty maid," 15370|Mabel said; "where'er I go, 15370|I'm ever here to fetch it quick for you, 15370|And bring it back safe at close of day." 15370|"Then why not feed him, milk-provoking churl, 15370|At home in bed, or out beneath the trees?" 15370|"It seems a shame, a shame for me," 15370|Said milk-provoking churl. 15370|And Mabel said, "In sooth, it seems a shame 15370|"If milk could never be found for me." 15370|"But let me have it, pretty good girl, 15370|Before I go to feed my dry eyes so." 15370|"But why not feed him, milk-provoking churl, 15370|For, in sooth, it was not out of pride 15370|That I for milk was sent you here, 15370|But his own want, the shame of him. 15370|And why not feed him, milk-provoking churl?" 15370|"O, yet what is he for? let me know, 15370|Lest I should wish him off his feet, 15370|Or that I should do him any harm, 15370|Or lay fire upon him, burn him, scare him." 15370|"But why not feed him, milk-provoking churl, 15370|And let him have it at one go?" 15370|"It may seem strange at first, it may seem strange, 15370|But trust me when he meets me he'll never stray." 15370|"But what shall I do with milk and bread, 15370|When I'll have neither of you to be?" 15370|And Mabel fell upon a sigh, 15370|And thus she spoke, and sadly said,-- 15370|"In sooth, I'm glad I'm not his mother, 15370|For at least I'll have his milk and bread." 15370|"And this will be the day of rest 15370|I hold for him now, my darling man-- 15370|He must not stray from me, but stay, 15370|And he shall have his milk and bread. 15370|O, we will then have done about it." 15370|She turned away and said, "Let's pray, 15370|We must be both of us both in bed." 15370|She went to bed and there he was. 15370|"I hope you'll have no fear," said he, 15370|"Though I am very large enough to lie on my back." 15370|"And you," he said, "I'll have no more toys for to load me, 15370|For I never used to think the matter hardens, I. 15370|"I'll have no more trouble then, for all such a fear, 15370|But I, I do not understand it quite." 15370|"You must not be afraid of going to sleep, 15370|For I don't see the thing that I will do about it." 15370|"But I'll think of a plan," said he, "to please both of you." 15370|And so he did--and slept the night away, 15370|And when awaked, he found his parents there. 15370|He asked them, as his tongue told it, 15370|How they had been so vexed, 15370|And if ever they thought of having his clothes 15370|Dressed up in rags that would be out of season. 15370|"I'm sorry you are in such a sorry pettiness, 15370|For it does injure the credit of the household, 15370|When men like you are so very much a part of it." 15370|"I don't consider it much mischief at all," he said, 15370|"To do ======================================== SAMPLE 29720 ======================================== 17270|And that will be my death? 17270|Alas! I have a fear, 17270|My Lord and Saviour great, 17270|I am about to die, 17270|For thy love made me such. 17270|Thy will be done, I wis, 17270|On a good horse, and with men good to fare: 17270|For we shall go and seek 17270|Thy daughter, with men many a marching-train. 17270|We shall leave our wives and children, 17270|Our own houses, and goods to our tents. 17270|Thy servant shall be a youth, 17270|Well drilled in manhood's martial game, 17270|A captain of the sharpshire line: 17270|The second we shall see shall 17270|Be the next that goes to fight with Spain. 17270|He shall have his bed with thee, 17270|He shall have thy treasures and food; 17270|He shall have with him a wife 17270|And a good daughter worthy of him. 17270|And the day that is the day of God, 17270|The third I shoulde come to my Maker; 17270|I would my life e'en from death 17270|Were maked like gold and silver. 17270|But I should be a poor man, 17270|Or none at all to me. 17270|But this is a promise, 17270|Thus saith my God, 17270|That none shall enter Heaven, 17270|Till he has taken a wife, 17270|And her children eems of childere. 17270|Come ye all the weekes to see 17270|How the Church go about to cure 17270|And heal our sicknesses. 17270|Ye good folk in this parish, 17270|That have good good people: 17270|Or of those in the neighbing 17270|That have evil people: 17270|Or of those in the town 17270|That want good people: 17270|Or of those at the North end 17270|Of the town both rich and poor: 17270|Come ye all the week 17270|To the church for our cure: 17270|And ye shall have a turn 17270|To see our cures and our prayers. 17270|And ye shall see how we 17270|Make man one with his kind, 17270|And how he shall be blest, 17270|Where piety and fear 17270|To him bring comfort: 17270|And how the old are raised, 17270|And the young taught science: 17270|And where they may be led 17270|In the church's ministry: 17270|Come, and be both tutor and teacher 17270|Of the children that be here: 17270|And to God send ever the best teachers in the church: 17270|And let them never shame your holy Church by speaking ill of you. 17270|The whiche all day long pruneth 17270|Her silver shafts of silver, 17270|And playeth with her gilded wheels 17270|Of polished bloud and brie. 17270|But when the sunne of summer 17270|Hath set on all her strippings, 17270|She acts the queen on an hundred thrones 17270|And shows her middocks wide: 17270|The whiche are her fair subjects 17270|All thither come in looks and 17270|Their joyes comming save one: 17270|The which is most remarkable 17270|Was yet upon her thwarts; 17270|The which she lucks and beats the t'others 17270|In every sort of fishing. 17270|Now the thwarts are not so fine 17270|As now they often be, 17270|Till that their size and scale 17270|Delight us more and more: 17270|For the rods they cast are not so sharp 17270|That they do painfull things dissever, 17270|But the whipt whipt now do move, 17270|And all the fishes grow fonder 17270|Of the pleasure they are vanchored: 17270|Which now do make our hearts to swichters; 17270|The which in wonder appeareth, 17270|There is no great cause of doubt but that it is true. 17270|There is a fabled lake about a mile and ======================================== SAMPLE 29730 ======================================== 2381|To my own house we will go. 2381|They shall not kill my heart. 2381|It shall not fail, 2381|We will not lose my heart; 2381|We will lay it low. 2381|We have not lost it yet 2381|When he comes again: 2381|We will meet our dear one. 2381|We shall never lose it yet. 2381|I am so lonely: 2381|I am so sad. 2381|And then at night we both to bed as soundly as we could 2381|And as well as I can; 2381|He would sit a spell 2381|Upon his bench, 2381|And I would lie 2381|In the sun, 2381|And I'd pray 2381|My heart would pray. 2381|If I were dead 2381|And he were here 2381|I fear 2381|I'd pray. 2381|He never leaves me alone. 2381|What will he say, if I tell on him? 2381|I shall fear to die, 2381|I shall not speak, 2381|I am so weak. 2381|How long? I wonder. 2381|How long can he not understand? 2381|I shall not sleep 2381|Through the whole of the day: 2381|He will watch every night: 2381|And I shall not be tired 2381|Of all the things 2381|He says he would do. 2381|He will not do his best. 2381|He is a man of such poor knowledge. 2381|The poor man should not know 2381|What some poor man will do; 2381|He should not be so kind 2381|As not cry all day, 2381|Or laugh at all things. 2381|He will not know the love 2381|Of any man. 2381|He will not grasp the truth 2381|Of any man, 2381|He will not know the love 2381|And pain 2381|And happiness 2381|I shall not know, 2381|And I shall never know 2381|The great things 2381|I have done; 2381|And I shall do my little 2381|In the end, 2381|And give my heart 2381|To the wind: 2381|The wind shall blow it 2381|To the rain: 2381|It shall not fall on it, 2381|But it shall break, 2381|And make it 2381|I wish 2381|But I shall not be 2381|Happy here: 2381|In this house I must 2381|Make confession 2381|To the love 2381|I've lost: 2381|For I love too well at sea 2381|And I keep my heart here. 2381|You are not mine, my love: 2381|You are not yours, my love. 2381|I am your slave, my love: 2381|My heart and my head 2381|You are not yours, my love: 2381|You take mine own. 2381|The house shall be built by me 2381|And you shall be halliwell: 2381|The lawns and the bushes for me 2381|But you shall not be master: 2381|Neither shall you have master. 2381|The walls shall not close you in 2381|But you shall be part of me-- 2381|My heart and my head 2381|Mine are part of yours-- 2381|We are one. 2381|I am the world 2381|And you are but an atom: 2381|We live and we love, 2381|We mourn and we pray, 2381|We are the sun 2381|And you are the sea: 2381|We have made you a star, 2381|We have made you a sun 2381|To shine upon good days: 2381|We have sealed you up 2381|In a little door: 2381|Now come and awake, 2381|We have given you wings 2381|To fly from us, fly away. 2381|I am your heart, 2381|You are my heart, 2381|We are one. 2381|If my lips should move 2381|It would speak in rhyme: ======================================== SAMPLE 29740 ======================================== 16688|That every one may sing 16688|His own song of praise. 16688|A birdie, flitting through the dewy air, 16688|Sung "Awa, Waileihin" to the young gazetteer, 16688|Then he flew away in triumph far and near, 16688|And was heard in every neighborhood to-day. 16688|And so the singer, too, in singing went, 16688|And still, as he went, his fame increased; 16688|And the children heard his songs of praise, 16688|And saw his feather'd plumes proudly wave. 16688|And so, when the day was come, 16688|And the gipsy camp was in view, 16688|To the cabin they were sent 16688|Where the young gipsy dwelt. 16688|The master's name was Wihachinui; 16688|He had once been the choicest of the troop. 16688|Said the "goon," "My name it is 16688|Isowhatch, and I'm the name you give it!" 16688|I then began, for I was fond of saying, 16688|"My name's Hawkins, and my profession's but school teacher's." 16688|Then they laughed, and said, "You're a good-for-nothin' name; 16688|But, you see, my little gander's name's Ayoubi; 16688|You're no Ayoubi, but 'tis my little gander's nen." 16688|Then I turned to the girl with the yellow jacket, 16688|And I whispered, "It's your sister's face so brown and round, 16688|And you see, I always call her Sweetie and Ayoubi." 16688|But the boys they were not so forgiving and played 16688|With the names that I said, for they all looked the same. 16688|"O," said I, "so you mean my gander's name Isowhatch; 16688|But, you see, my kite went back in a fright because 16688|The school was so nice and the name it said so. 16688|So I am calling it Hawkins, Ayoubi, Sweetie, 16688|For the name that's on the school and the name their teacher gives." 16688|So the boy who was nigh as big as my father 16688|Gifted his little fists in excitement, 16688|And said "You're the best"--and of course he would dance, 16688|And his name it was Owahbi-Weh; 16688|The teachers had to send him outside; 16688|I'll tell you how he put on his wig! 16688|He said he had no other one at home-- 16688|And that I should take one to school with me; 16688|Then he left for school with me; but he never came back, 16688|And he made a wonderful noise that night! 16688|I don't know, it seemed like he was a bit afraid, 16688|But I tried to be kind to him. 16688|But the old man was more angered then mad, 16688|And they went to school together the next day. 16688|I was glad they had both got out safely-- 16688|You will hear why next I kiss'd the Little Gipsy's head; 16688|Yes, the Little Gipsy's head, 16688|With the little black eye; 16688|I know it was a pleasant day 16688|'Twas just before Christmas time, 16688|On a little little church in town, 16688|A lady was preaching that day; 16688|I did not catch the whole of her: 16688|I looked up and down, and thought, "Well, 16688|What can this chap mean by saying she's a nun?" 16688|I'd no idea what she was preachin' about, 16688|I was just a wee chap of meald, you see, 16688|So I couldn't much help thinkin', you see, 16688|But I felt quite keenly vexed an' tickled, 16688|At the lady's voice the preacher seem to preach on, 16688|And I thought, "If she isn't a nun, she's an owl!" 16688|Yes, sir, it was a "Thing;" and the preacher 16688|H ======================================== SAMPLE 29750 ======================================== 19221|O what to me is all this tawdry strife! 19221|The little birds sing happy in the grove, 19221|The lark upon the hill her anthems holds, 19221|Ah me! when shall I be happy as they? 19221|'Tis past--sweet time for earthly things to come: 19221|The drowsy world, from peep of morning light 19221|To drowse in darkness, drowsed in rest. 19221|The bird, from cote above descends, and leaves 19221|The cowering frame, that held him when so fleet; 19221|The hunter from his ample length doth bring, 19221|To rest within his quiet warm retreat: 19221|The dog from out his cavern paces near 19221|Close-tabed, with scaly plumes of softest blue; 19221|The child, who tossed with joy by Marjorie's tongue, 19221|Now rests beneath the shade of Hilda's knee; 19221|The mother feeds upon her busy youth, 19221|She sees not those who love her, in their rest: 19221|And Fortune from her glittering throne doth ride 19221|On unmarked step, with many a sugared word 19221|Sent from her ears, that all men understand. 19221|But now, O Lord! when He, who day and night 19221|Desires no more bright morn, no more bright morn, 19221|Shall labour long, and sleepless day bemoan, 19221|Still let Thy Son's bright ministry endure-- 19221|Even now let Thy work, Thy work, be prosper'd long; 19221|Yea, and as He hath prosper'd, so let it end. 19221|If we were silent while fair days did glide, 19221|Though now are past, our speech would fail of praise: 19221|Life, that is sudden, dead; death, that is slow. 19221|O Lord! thy gracious love doth ever last, 19221|And never take our breath away for aught; 19221|But straight to smite once and have dealt swift blow 19221|In evil hour for evil purpose bore: 19221|Still, still doth thy mighty stroke divide, 19221|Still, still, does thy loving care make good, 19221|Till all the ends of life and all the ways appay, 19221|To strike once and have dealt swift blow in evil hour. 19221|The summer winds lay still and sang 19221|Across the grassy waves, 19221|The waves kissed sweetly the shore, 19221|And made soft summer there. 19221|Their music shed around me love 19221|That I could not endure. 19221|The summer winds lay still and sang, 19221|And lulled my raptured soul; 19221|And round me sweetly floated the song 19221|That Time cannot die; 19221|The waves kissed sweetly the shore, 19221|And made soft summer glad. 19221|In all his youthful pomp he came-- 19221|So holy are the ages; 19221|They only live when they are dead, 19221|And life's best bloom is dried. 19221|We have no hearts to give or take, 19221|They cannot claim our dearest; 19221|No golden crowns within our reach, 19221|They cannot save us from pain: 19221|No stately kings to rule us then 19221|Can sweeter music please-- 19221|Oh, never let those who can ruin live! 19221|The day was dying, and the night 19221|A rain of tears was shedding; 19221|I saw a little infant shine; 19221|I put the lighted match to my ear, 19221|And listened for a reply. 19221|It scarcely had come yet when 19221|I understood the sound; 19221|It swelled with speech that was not speech, 19221|It paused and sighed with pleasure, 19221|It murmured songs it knew before, 19221|It weaved a garland fair. 19221|Upon the harp its little hands 19221|Were folded palm to palm; 19221|It sighed, and smote the strings aloud, 19221|It gravely laid the flowers away, 19221|And said, "No more may children play!" 19221 ======================================== SAMPLE 29760 ======================================== 7122|And I to help them in their needs. 7122|My little one's name is Jill, 7122|Yes, my own Jill, she's pretty; 7122|And one is not enough; 7122|So with Jill's I fill anon. 7122|No one was ever yet more 7122|Happy, as I did this day; 7122|And I could wish no happier, 7122|Were there not to see come here 7122|A little one who's young, 7122|And needs a care more tender 7122|Than I did for this day here. 7122|A good little lad she was, 7122|And loved with all love could claim; 7122|With smiles as radiant round her brow 7122|As is the morning's bright ray. 7122|And she is, with all the mirth 7122|That joy can bring to mortal, 7122|A joyful, giddy, sparkling thing, 7122|In this world's best and brightest light. 7122|I've often wished we both might be 7122|As happy for this day as she; 7122|But, ah! it cannot be, I've long 7122|Been much alarmed at this moment. 7122|It seems to me, at present, much more 7122|Useless to be doing both 7122|At once, if so it might be sought 7122|By me who love _that child_ the most; 7122|Than be with her at present trying 7122|Till one should grow so bold to call 7122|Some one in this world of such woes 7122|The best child in the world, as he can see, 7122|And claim him for his own for all to seek. 7122|If they should want our happy aid 7122|In our two children's upbringing, 7122|I should find it less to do 7122|To go and act as mother's thought may suggest. 7122|To take upon my mind the charge, 7122|By the advice of them now living, 7122|To give to each as he should know. 7122|And see it is not much to be 7122|In the matter of the child's being 7122|With the woman just in being fostered. 7122|'Tis quite enough for me a wife 7122|I may do the same to be, 7122|And while 'tis so with all around 7122|We know that we shall not end in sin. 7122|No other cares I may attend, 7122|Till with God's help I find out one. 7122|If I then were to leave a wife, 7122|Or my good mate a second home, 7122|More would I say of that than true, 7122|Yet I love you both just the same. 7122|Yet, this day, if they could see, 7122|And hear them as they do now, 7122|With their kind words of loving cheer 7122|For us both, this day too sweet. 7122|'Tis the last good-bye they can say; 7122|And for me no further can do. 7122|My little one, take your leave; 7122|'Tis the last farewell I now can pay. 7122|As they, who have seen the Day-God 7122|From the skies, and heard His voice, 7122|From his golden chariot hasten 7122|To the heavenly city all, 7122|Came in glory forth to seek 7122|The heavenly house which now 7122|They had entered with our view-- 7122|We could see no more; our sight 7122|Was so dim they had to use their eyes. 7122|And we saw the joys which now 7122|On our way waited on them lay, 7122|Which they never more can know. 7122|We soon got up and down the street, 7122|Thoughtfully, and still content 7122|To pass each happy moment by, 7122|While the sunbeams, rushing by. 7122|But, our eyes could not endure 7122|That so fair a landscape lies 7122|In such great splendor all around, 7122|And so glorious is the day. 7122|And as we, through this fair place 7122|Which has never such before, 7122|In our eager quest may ======================================== SAMPLE 29770 ======================================== 942|He's never going for a drink, 942|He's never going out for a ribbing; 942|I hope he hasn't got a wife by the packet. 942|Oh, for a horse as black as a whip! 942|Of all the mares in the west, 942|I'd rather have a black than a white horse. 942|What says the dawg when the gizzards are out 942|And he looks for his little black eye 942|In the black hole of the sky, 942|And the black of the sky or the black of the road? 942|I don't say: "He's never coming home." 942|I say: "He's going somewhere new." 942|As I was going up the hill, 942|In the morn I heard my darling weep, 942|With a face as white as the snows. 942|"Don't you see, dear, a pretty mare 942|We have met at twilight here. 942|"This maiden is very fair and wise -- 942|Never mind, though she be dim -- 942|Her eyes will meet us when we come at eve." 942|But she was white, and she was wan, 942|And white as the morn at noon, 942|And I said: "My darling, I love you so, 942|But, oh, I love you neither the night nor the day." 942|Then, at death's door I went, 942|And I bore the maiden away, 942|And I bore her white and the gray, 942|And I bore her out over the hill. 942|And I bore her white and the gray, 942|As softly she'd fare, I wot, 942|As silently she'd fare. 942|Oh, I bore her white and the gray, my sweet, 942|As silently I'd fare, 942|Till I heard the horse's hoofs fall, 942|And my body was shaking. 942|Then I heard the horse's hoofs fall, 942|And I knew he must win, 942|For he sounded all the way to the town, 942|The town where I live and love-- 942|And the lady's voice was very sweet 942|I went down to the town. 942|And, oh, the lady's voice was very sweet; 942|I held her and kissed her head, 942|And the lady's hand was pure gold; 942|So gently she laid it down, 942|So gentle and sweet it lay: 942|So gentle and sweet I found it, 942|So sweet and true it lay. 942|And when I did forget her face, 942|My darling, the last one there, 942|I leaned her head on my arm, 942|And turned away, away. 942|I stood in the window, with my soul. 942|The night was dark, I thought, 942|But the night would never be darker for the love I felt. 942|And I saw the horse was in the stable at last: 942|And I was thinking if ever a horse was glad 942|As I was with that horse, and the sky had its cheer; 942|And I leaned in the shade and leaned out there, 942|And I listened, and listened till my heart was sore 942|For the love I had lost for awhile for a while. 942|The horse was ready to stand, 942|And his hoof creak faint and clear, 942|And his foot was on the stable-bench, 942|And I saw the little eyes of blue 942|Watch the world passing by, 942|And I saw God's life in His body there 942|As I saw it in mine own. 942|And I heard the horse neigh, 942|And I saw God's life in His feet. 942|Then I turned and went like a man who has just heard 942|The last word in a long dream. 942|And down upon the horse 942|I struck with my heavy blow. 942|The horse was so small and so sweet 942|It could do nothing more. 942|But God's heart was heavy -- there ======================================== SAMPLE 29780 ======================================== 24869|And each high-souled hero showed with pride 24869|The strength of Ráma’s wrath on Raghu’s son: 24869|With all his men of war and skill, 24869|With all the host that Ráma led. 24869|No wonder that the mighty Lord 24869|Forced from his native mountain height: 24869|To Ráma’s palace the monarch hied 24869|Where Rávaṇ’s son who slew his sire 24869|Was hiding by the banks of Yavavastra. 24869|With royal gifts rich, and clothed in state, 24869|They came: the Vánar hosts were there, 24869|And troops of elephants and kine, 24869|And elephants of wondrous might. 24869|The glorious host, who never knew 24869|Hindrance of battle, was arrayed, 24869|And on the lord of Lanká hailed: 24869|With reverence due that warrior’s pride, 24869|And thus began the monarch’s speech: 24869|“King Vibhishaṇ, let no man despair, 24869|Tho’ this mighty host, of strength bereft: 24869|Tho’ these, our vaunts be ended now: 24869|I come, thy envoy, to declare 24869|The tidings to thy Sire and friends. 24869|This day the giant Rávaṇ falls: 24869|This day will he his well-loved life 24869|Perish, let others strive in vain 24869|The Vánar king with his o’erthrown town. 24869|King Ráma, the strong and strong, 24869|Wise as a God, and true, and bold, 24869|With Sítá, Rávaṇ’s darling wife, 24869|Of all the world will conquer make. 24869|The vulture Ráma’s death will rend, 24869|Eternal Ráma, great and bright, 24869|In all his splendour like a star 24869|Shall look on Lanká’s lord and king. 24869|Then will the heavenly saints who know 24869|The truth that rests with God alone, 24869|With her whose hair is white be brought, 24869|And Sítá, the immortal queen, 24869|And kings of heaven ’mid bright-eyed dames’(932) 24869|The lovely dames of warrior race 24869|To vulture-guarded mountain-stars, 24869|And to the earth herself be brought. 24869|Yea, in this hour of death this bride, 24869|My Ráma, shall be rescued from 24869|The vulture fury of the sky: 24869|With me this noble envoy will 24869|Thy rescue and deliver me. 24869|He whom I left is in the deep, 24869|As I, my lord, would fear to go; 24869|And to the earth himself will send, 24869|His soul already in high heaven. 24869|Now, let us, as each man may, 24869|Our journey to the fiend be done. 24869|This day, my friends, the fiend will be 24869|’Tis decreed that Raghu’s son, 24869|The greatest of the Vánars, die 24869|By Ráma’s warlike sword, 24869|And Lakshmaṇ’s life be saved, and mine, 24869|I here will give my life to save. 24869|My heart has felt that hope unmeet 24869|A longing for my princely son, 24869|And thought its well-loved lord to be 24869|The bravest of the Vánar line. 24869|Now will I yield to some fond mood, 24869|Or turn to vengeance and to fight.” 24869|Thus by the Vánar kings besought 24869|To tell the tidings true and true, 24869|By each and all he gave his hand, 24869|That Ráma was no coward. 24869|Then to the monarch’s palace came 24869|The heroes who had brought him aid, 24869|Proud as the mountains, ======================================== SAMPLE 29790 ======================================== May she prove not too lovely! 23972|O Love, how perfect thou art! 23972|The love that I hold thee more heavenly 23972|Than the light first that thou'rt nigh; 23972|My love! a soul with thee must mix, 23972|And the air that thou'rt in must be bliss-- 23972|Love! that light, with a heaven's bliss. 23972|I will not weep for thee that are so near; 23972|And I will not think of thee in sleep 23972|But as a shadow in the vale 23972|That sometimes looks back on its journey, 23972|And sees, not through the window, but below, 23972|The brook that sang of old, 23972|The silence broken by the cuckoo bird, 23972|The sound that still springs up by the spring. 23972|I'll think of thee as still as a summer cloud, 23972|A little shade for an idle head, 23972|A little wind to blow 23972|About thy heart, to ease it of its fret, 23972|Or tell how I must feel, 23972|When thou, my sunshine, art gone 23972|And no more thy sweetness mine. 23972|In summer-heat the leaves turn brown; 23972|In winter-wind they turn white; 23972|In the snow when they're blent, 23972|They clap their wings with a happy mirth; 23972|All day long in the lighted window 23972|I've watched the leaves dance kingly. 23972|They dance like little girls who are playing 23972|At hearts just like these; 23972|Each, like a moon, is lovely and bright; 23972|Each, like a moon, is lovely and bright. 23972|So happy the leaves! yet so pale 23972|The tender leaves; 23972|A sorrowful sadness, not to be 23972|In summer-heat the leaves turn brown 23972|In winter-wind they turn white. 23972|As the great sun, if he should climb 23972|Above the hill-tops all glistening, 23972|Would seem 23972|To loiter among the clouds, 23972|If some one, who was once so gay, 23972|Were to be brought 23972|To the grave of another sad 23972|As there were no hope in his eyes, 23972|His spirit would go out in the night 23972|And never return; 23972|And as soon as the sun has set 23972|And the east grows gray, 23972|It would find its home again 23972|In the heart of his glory-- 23972|The sky would have another gay 23972|And wondrous view: 23972|So would his glory burn bright, 23972|Even in the dullest gloom 23972|Of his dear shadowing earth, 23972|On whose smooth brow you'd sit 23972|And think of what he had meant, 23972|And you'd feel your heart grow glad 23972|And all your lonely life rejoice. 23972|When the clouds are out and the day's at a glance, 23972|And the stars are shining warm in the sky-- 23972|If I were with thee, so might I have gone 23972|Away from the noisy crowd and the throng 23972|Of worldly feeling, thinking only of thee! 23972|Would not that be in the best way true and just, 23972|To live within thyself when we live apart? 23972|But is it so with love? The heart, like the brain, 23972|And with that subtle, subtle wisdom, love 23972|Has hid 'neath the dark hair of an angel's wings-- 23972|Love, its noxious gas, the heart exhales-- 23972|Is not so far from truth as we are told. 23972|The heart, like the liver, a vital part, 23972|Of the same body that fed his body; 23972|So it may be then in such things as this, 23972|The liver and the heart together live. 23972|I'll not believe, however, that you've died; 23972|I think you've merely grown older and worn; 23972|Or, if you died, you were old; since the year 23972|1963, when your birth, the calendar is told. 23972|So ======================================== SAMPLE 29800 ======================================== 30672|Where no life may move the spirit to its own best desire? 30672|And so, when, like the moon, she sleeps, and in her silence sleeps, 30672|He wakes to feel his love, and sees it mirrored in his eyes: 30672|He hears it in each lovely gesture of her trembling hands, 30672|He feels it in every joy that he cannot put in words. 30672|And love, and Love is holy, though not in manner the same, 30672|Is, in the soul, the very essence of Life, and Death is but 30672|A word that dies, and Death is a law, that lives on and on; 30672|A song that dies, and Life, too, is but a fleeting gleam, 30672|That vanishes like a dream, before the consciousness is gone. 30672|O, be it so! 30672|But, if we love to walk in a shadow by our beds of clay, 30672|And in a shadow of our lives for three summers dwelleth, 30672|Can we be content to live and die a slave, like these 30672|O, be it so! 30672|O, love is glorious to those who have it not in their reach, 30672|Who live, and die a slave, like those whose hearts know not what 30672|will-will, 30672|But whom hearken to in dreams on Earth, and hear in dreams at last. 30672|O, be it so! 30672|The clouds are gathered in their pride, 30672|The winds are hush'd above us, 30672|The waves are in their silence, 30672|And the sun is in his glory. 30672|There is little to be seen 30672|In the ways we have to-day, 30672|Nor joy nor sorrow we've known, 30672|Nor grief or joy of grief. 30672|The paths have been shortened in our path; 30672|The clouds have lifted, 30672|The wind has been shaken from the sea, 30672|The sea to sun has spread. 30672|The waters have been lifted and borne on, 30672|And the moon on the waters has been set, 30672|With the light of peace, and the sun's gold ray, 30672|To lead on Life, and make it strong; 30672|And life has gathered all her living soul, 30672|And, in the strength of love, and the power of joy, 30672|Like the great sunshine, she lights the face 30672|Of the spirit that is light and light again. 30672|She is a cloud-globbing earth-thing 30672|In which the soul of light is lost; 30672|That hides with her a shadow of death, 30672|And hides it with her glory; 30672|That hath no presence, is but a star, 30672|That shall not be till in the night 30672|The spirit that is light be hidden; 30672|Her name is Shadow, and of Shadow, 30672|And where is the shadow of Life; 30672|Till in the heart of the spirit waketh 30672|The love that was life's own blood-and-brine. 30672|And this is the love of souls bereft 30672|In the deep heart of the grave. 30672|And this is the fear in the soul of man 30672|Of death that is life's dread dream; 30672|That darkness is but one step nearer 30672|Unto Eternity. 30672|And this is the hope in the heart of man 30672|That, by his strength redeemed, 30672|At last, his death may bring him nearer 30672|The joys of this life forever. 30672|And this is the peace that the soul of man 30672|Sleeping within its bed 30672|Knows love may not conquer but love lives, 30672|And that the world shall have its fill. 30672|And this for the soul that the night is nigh 30672|When, like the mighty moon, 30672|Death gathers his shadows in silence, 30672|To come again unto its own. 30672|And this for the soul that hath lived 30672|In the shadow of death. 30672|But these in the dim of the life are mute, 30672|Yet the pure of the heart doth sing, 30672|And it thinks Life ======================================== SAMPLE 29810 ======================================== 1279|An' wi' the sweetheart I maun say't, 1279|An' o' the lads I lo'e little, 1279|O, there's nae hope my bonie dear, 1279|The warld's much the same as this-- 1279|A' hope an' faith I lo'e her still, 1279|She aught aboon the power o' men! 1279|But she's an' I have been sae wae, 1279|Since we were kent afore, my Jean. 1279|When I like, and you like, 1279|And in the lists you keep, 1279|There's nae luck but what we twa like, 1279|And my heart it beats sair atween. 1279|I'm like to lose my wits, 1279|I'm like to hae my han', 1279|I'm like to meet mysel' ower-grown, 1279|An' gi'e a' my heart to dear. 1279|I'm like to ken for my life, 1279|Or I'm ca'd fu' o' fear, 1279|I'm like to sit within the fo'c'sle 1279|An' fear maun licht moor my ay. 1279|But I'll to the land o' bliss; 1279|Gin I winna live here, 1279|It is but a wee bit late o' the Moon, I'm thinking; 1279|It's like half o' the year to go, 1279|In summer I see life at e'en, 1279|But now 'tis past like winter by; 1279|The flowers are fled that in the spring, 1279|The fields are all grown o' the hay; 1279|The bonie bairn bides therein; 1279|But oh! it's a' to see me d--d, 1279|I'll a' the country live, my Jean. 1279|Oh, my love and treasure, canst thou claim 1279|My heart and confidence, love, for all 1279|That I to thee my fondest vows did pay, 1279|And for this sudden-blowing sigh, and tear? 1279|Fareweel, for a' thy vows I'll be no more aye. 1279|Ye banks of Ayr-- 1279|Gone, be my heart 1279|Woe is me! 1279|Gone wi' my Jane! 1279|My heart it wails, 1279|An' my head it hails: 1279|Mourn, miss, your Jane! 1279|My heart it wails, 1279|An' my head it hails; 1279|Mourn, miss, your Jane! 1279|My heart it wails, 1279|An' my head it hails; 1279|Mourn, miss, your Jane! 1279|Ye banks and braes 1279|of Ayr, 1279|My bonie black Ettrick ha, 1279|He lo'es me not; 1279|He 's gaun to yon kirk, Jack, 1279|Tak' my knee: 1279|He lo'es me not! 1279|He brak my window~, Jack, 1279|Syne he brak the moon, Jack; 1279|He wan me; 1279|He brak my window~, Jack, 1279|He gat my een, Jack, 1279|An' he gat my een, Jack; 1279|He biled me, 1279|An' he biled me, 1279|An' he biled me, Jack, 1279|An' he brak my window~, Jack, 1279|An' he brak my window~, 1279|He brak my window~, sic a wind, 1279|In the lee, 1279|Sic a wind, 1279|In the lee, 1279|As it blew upon my window. 1279|I rue that I durst ne'er ta'en 1279|Thro' Forth a^e, 1279|The path of a leader, Jack, 1279|Or a chief, 1279|The path of a leader, Jack, 1279|Though o ======================================== SAMPLE 29820 ======================================== 2621|Of the sun, and earth, and sky; 2621|Where'er he look, we see 2621|The glory-winged soul of youth. 2621|There's a sweet birdling of the heart, 2621|The soul of youth, which sings in truth, 2621|That never leaves its childhood's nest, 2621|That climbs through greenwood, over marble, 2621|To the fair, immortal heaven. 2621|And if, O soul, thou come to me 2621|In the still, night-silence of death, 2621|Show me its beauty for a while, 2621|And I will let thee lead my children. 2621|They kneel beside the marble tomb 2621|Where sleeps the bright stars of the age, 2621|And whisper for their father's sake, 2621|In murmurs lost through every age, 2621|Their hearts' most precious father's kiss; 2621|Then, as with wings sublimely strong, 2621|They soar up to his immortality. 2621|And, oh! let me, a son divine,-- 2621|Though, as ye talk of glorious dead, 2621|Ye're nothing else than boys,-- 2621|I love to gaze above the tomb, 2621|And feel the sunset fall across 2621|My own dim threshold like a cloak 2621|And hear the rain, my little rain, 2621|Ruffling the blue of the pall, 2621|Drop down the greenwood in a rain that drips, 2621|Like a thin yellow rain-drop, from the pane; 2621|Or like the drops of morning, clear and slow, 2621|Struggle through the mist for a little space, 2621|And then--a slow and melancholy rain; 2621|With lips that murmur the name of sorrow, 2621|And tear-ducts, like pearls upon a strand; 2621|And all their long, low paces in defeat, 2621|And down the garden, over the garden, 2621|Back to my little cabin in the wood, 2621|That lies in peace beside the way to Rome. 2621|The days pass by, and soon the night 2621|Will close the eyes of morn. 2621|The little house on hill-top-stair 2621|The wind that blows from out of the west 2621|Will make the leaf fall; 2621|The leaves that lie on the ground, 2621|And the little stars that twinkle so, 2621|And all the things that grow in the grass, 2621|And all within the house, 2621|Are falling one by one, 2621|Like leaves that fall on a ship. 2621|The firefly and the beetles fly 2621|Above the chimney tops. 2621|They sleep in clusters, and they lie 2621|In piles on rushes brown. 2621|A child will watch them slumbering, 2621|And in his sleep-time dream; 2621|And then awake and take his leave, 2621|And harken how they do roll. 2621|The firefly and the beetles roll 2621|Across their little houses dark, 2621|And when the day-light shines, 2621|They sleep in clusters, and they lie 2621|In piles on rushes brown. 2621|And one, and one, and one there are: 2621|The firefly and the beetles roll, 2621|And when there's a knock at the door, 2621|They roll and roll and roll. 2621|The fires of my home are out; 2621|I have no one to love; 2621|To my true love I will fly, 2621|And come back to you again. 2621|She is not in the picture yet; 2621|She is not in the glass; 2621|And yet she is so much like you, 2621|And you so much like her-- 2621|If I could understand a child 2621|I might, perhaps, understand. 2621|She is not in the picture yet; 2621|She is not in the glass; 2621|Yet she is so much like you, 2621|And you so much like her-- 2621|If I could understand a mother, 2621|I've no idea what to do-- 2621|If I ======================================== SAMPLE 29830 ======================================== 19221|Nor I, the Poet, need requite 19221|The slight I give, or want in praise. 19221|So shalt thou own when dead, in dust, 19221|Thy memory lives, and glories long. 19221|I look, and all is dark and lone; 19221|The air is chill and dark the sky: 19221|A voice that cries in another's ear 19221|Is not so soundly laid as this. 19221|Then mourn not, livid pale, or old, 19221|Lonely, unloved, unloved and forlorn! 19221|For this, my friend, is all thou hadst-- 19221|And all the world's avarice and pride. 19221|O Life so brief, that cannot last, 19221|Life so sweet and precious, spent in such! 19221|O flower-de-luce, dear, and all unripe! 19221|O God!--I would I had been his! 19221|I would not have thee fail, nor feel thy weight 19221|In my bosom, heavy as the sea at noon; 19221|Too sweet thou art, with all thy vernal pride, 19221|I would not have the strength to break thy rest, 19221|I would not have thee fail, nor feel thy weight! 19221|Too great thou art, I could not live alone 19221|With all the beauty of this earth consumed; 19221|Too bright for me, without the love of Thee, 19221|Too good for me to wish that which thou wouldst do. 19221|I would not have thee fail, nor feel thy weight; 19221|I would not have thee fail, nor feel thy weight; 19221|I would not have thee fail, nor feel thy weight; 19221|Thy beauteous self would be a weight of scorn, 19221|Thy beaming eye would melt with love for me. 19221|I would not have thee fail, nor feel thy weight; 19221|I would not have thee fail, and love not thee more. 19221|O, may my days have many good and blest 19221|Which thou wilt never have, if thou wouldst live; 19221|For though thou canst not love, thou art not poor; 19221|If thou wilt love me, love me for thy bread. 19221|O, may my days have many good and blest 19221|Which thou wilt never have, if thou wilt live; 19221|Though all the riches of the world are laid 19221|For sale, all in thy lap, on high; 19221|And though no golden temples ever ring 19221|Thy praise to God, upon his holy throne: 19221|Yet may thy days be blessed with heavenly bread, 19221|Which is a constant, and perpetual prayer; 19221|The bread that feedeth the poor in prison, 19221|And the white man's bread that is at all times sweet. 19221|He was the very definition of the brave in Greece,--a man 19221|Who never gave a thought to popular sentiment, 19221|Who was both witty and profound, and ever ready at need 19221|For any novelty, for any cause, whatever; 19221|As when he broke ranks and threw his whole vigour into the fray, 19221|And got into a passionate dispute with Horace, 19221|Who, being but a named philosopher's fool, 19221|Couldn't stand having his wit bilked of nothing but thanksgiving 19221|When he should have give it more thanksgiving. 19221|He was in fashion, in times, and in moment,--he was 19221|The hero and the parable, and all that in short was fit 19221|For men to imitate; and now, for ever and anon, 19221|In the merry music and frounced theatres of battle, 19221|In the jovial glee and gallant language of the fray 19221|He was the pulse and life of the rabble and of the rabble's rout. 19221|But we are grown so pretenders now, and are only vain, 19221|As if we could in our turn outwit you and outdo you and outdo 19221|The marvel is not that we contrive to sup or dis, 19221|But that we contrive in doing so so well, 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 29840 ======================================== 1287|So that they both must be in the water. 1287|The man is there, the waters fill around him; 1287|The woman is in the water, and can neither. (No doubt, 1287|I justly should be ashamed to say it,--and that's what I 1287|was doing.) 1287|And now I see it is true, 1287|Who would not have been so much the less pleased 1287|And delighted too, if the thing was not 1287|all accomplished by the way that we said we 1287|should do. 1287|For it may to-day be a very good thing 1287|To have two bodies, both, in one jar; 1287|As we did two tongues, and hearts, and heads, 1287|For whom we have spent many a weary day. 1287|To-day, as usual, we'll do it. 1287|How sweetly, in a jolly company, 1287|One's own thoughts and self are talking together, 1287|At the same window or door-step, 1287|When one's own image there is fluttering, 1287|Like a leaf of flower there-- 1287|And that's enough, 1287|To make one's thoughts all speech together, 1287|And one's self thus to others granted. 1287|It is enough, 1287|And that I say,-- 1287|To make one's own self by talking 1287|Each other's worthily loved; 1287|That one's self, both loved and loved, remains 1287|Loved too, for one can ne'er forget 1287|That self which is loved, and loving. 1287|Let the fire-flames flash and gleam within thee; 1287|The night's bright star 'tis fitting that thou'rt feeling. 1287|Now, the night, when all the stars are gleaming, 1287|At once with sweetest dewy-glooming 1287|Thy spirit's eyes, which e'er since old times 1287|Have in thy heart always kept watch and ward, 1287|Shine with the same soft ardour as they flash; 1287|And thou dost feel thyself as in a dream, 1287|Which makes thy senses run over in a whirl. 1287|I feel, too, where, in joy and pride alone, 1287|Thou pourest all thy spirit to the flame. 1287|But oh! be comforted! be comforted! 1287|For now the sky-lit valley lies around thee; 1287|And with its own light, will warm thy dying. 1287|The air is full of perfume, 1287|The trees are full of fragrance, 1287|And the stars are full of fragrance,-- 1287|Oh! the perfume the trees are bringing! 1287|That thy spirits in each other's being 1287|Are growing, is coming surely, 1287|And the stars are full of fragrance, 1287|That they gleam in each other's being. 1287|And a light is coming which is full of light, 1287|And a voice is coming, which is speaking, 1287|From the heart's high mountain-bottom, 1287|Who stands on thy spirit's centre, 1287|And speaks with it in the soul's own measure. 1287|The trees, the trees are all full of fragrance, 1287|The night's bright star is full of light; 1287|The stars are full of fragrance, 1287|And one, like a dew drop is falling. 1287|And then I am standing, and I feel 1287|How each with each is mingling, 1287|And one, like the soul's own flame is being, 1287|So that I myself, when I think at it, 1287|Feel it all mingled in me. 1287|The light, like love's own ray, is falling 1287|To fill the hearts of all the three. 1287|Oh, there is nothing in the world 1287|Can make a sweeter melody! 1287|The sky, like the soul's own light, is falling 1287|On a world of mirth and mirth's own splendor; 1287|And thou, oh, thou, thou dost feel the glory, 1287|And pour, as drops of dewdrops, ======================================== SAMPLE 29850 ======================================== 24191|My life, my love, my love; 24191|And I shall build you a tower. 24191|"I am a king to you who hold me here, 24191|And as king I have power to save and to kill. 24191|To-day you will be what tomorrow may be, 24191|And I am yours, my love." 24191|My God! my God! 24191|In all the world a thousand thousand eyes 24191|The King's face have caught, 24191|And they are waiting in the very place 24191|Where I have gone. 24191|But I have come back. I have come back,-- 24191|And there stands the Bridegroom. 24191|"You were the great King's bride; 24191|You are the bridegroom, too. 24191|You're all the golden crown 24191|My heart's own wish." 24191|"I was a king," was all he had to say 24191|To the eyes of the poor woman and the Man; 24191|She had to make the most of what she had, and so 24191|The Bridegroom was the King's bride. 24191|No, not for me that title; 24191|No, not for me, for I have lost it; 24191|But by the light of the Sun and the Moon, 24191|Not for me that crown of gold 24191|Shall shine for ever. 24191|"But the Sun and the Moon will not smile 24191|Upon the crown; for its life and all 24191|Is a forgotten thing; the bridegroom's face 24191|Is the face of the King the bridegroom takes. 24191|The man of the ocean has power with men, 24191|The woman has her power 24191|Among the Earth's children; she has her right 24191|Among the flowers; 24191|But one thing we possess: 24191|A power to give to the young Earth's God 24191|And take away from the woman her God. 24191|Ah, a small thing to gain; 24191|But gain, and what are you will have of him the man? 24191|The woman is all God's, and all hers is she 24191|Under the moonlit sea of the blue Heaven. 24191|He is the great bridegroom. 24191|No, not for me that fate. 24191|The crown that crowns the bride 24191|My hope shall bring to you ere the hour of death! 24191|My bridegroom is my God, 24191|And I shall learn his mystery in my life 24191|And be the God's God; and the God shall teach 24191|And the bridegroom be his bride. 24191|And the God will be my God 24191|Who taught you this great light for the first time; 24191|And so I came to you in the very hours 24191|Of his great bridegroom's life; 24191|And the light shone round your door in the pure blue 24191|Of the starlight. 24191|It was a strange white light, and the white light was 24191|As if a new light flashed up upon the Earth 24191|When it came down: 24191|And the very white light was like the white 24191|Of the sun's eyes, 24191|With their light upon the earth. 24191|It was a beautiful, mysterious night, 24191|And every night a mystery, a mystery; 24191|My heart is a fire which is sick and thirsting, 24191|I am dying, a fire, a burning fire. 24191|My husband is my mother, my sister 24191|My little sisters, my children are my gods, 24191|Even more than the Sun, more than the moon; 24191|O, it is the night, and it is the time of dreams. 24191|My heart's the fire and my fire burns in my breast, 24191|Till all my body burns with flames. 24191|Then it comes to me that I am the bride 24191|Of a great and beautiful bridegroom, for whom 24191|The sea runs with water from the far away! 24191|You will think I have been long asleep, 24191|And I have never dreamed of the sea. 24191|No, no, my heart is not stilled; ======================================== SAMPLE 29860 ======================================== 1365|So we must stay. 1365|I would not say 1365|We must stay. 1365|If we had a home, 1365|I should be very glad; 1365|For it would be of use, 1365|And would have the advantage; 1365|But here, O stranger, 1365|We must live. 1365|You will find 1365|There is no use 1365|In thinking what we may do 1365|When we have done with life. 1365|We are all in the eye of the storm, 1365|In the dust of the sand, 1365|And it is not worth while to be wise. 1365|A child that goes astray 1365|Makes the world too wide. 1365|Who knows what shall betide? 1365|And a man in the field 1365|Watches till it dies. 1365|Let us go in, and be merry, be merry! 1365|When I was a boy, 1365|They made a set of dolls 1365|That would not stay still; 1365|They gave them little hands 1365|And feet and a small eye, 1365|And they said, "Oh! try to play 1365|For he who stops will say 1365|Never an hour is too much 1365|To-night, to-night is too much." 1365|Not knowing why, or how, 1365|I asked the arms about me, "Do they do it?" 1365|But I turned away, and cried and turned about. 1365|And I know now, and I feel for shame, 1365|I was not very wise, 1365|But I know now, and I will keep secret, 1365|I think the dolls will lie still all day. 1365|They should not give "no" replies; 1365|I have had many a wish, 1365|But I never could have wished so high and grand 1365|As I wished this Easter morning. 1365|The time should be the season's own hour, 1365|And the whole Easter Eve 1365|Should be all Easter Time 1365|To me in this, as it ever shall be. 1365|But all I saw and heard 1365|Only an Easter Eve 1365|Is meant to signify, this Easter Day. 1365|Then from the world apart 1365|I should be free to meet him 1365|And the day should always be his day. 1365|But, see, the birds are singing, 1365|The bees are at their work, 1365|The little kind souls are humming, humming 1365|Along the mazy way. 1365|Not a word should they say 1365|Until they see our Easter Day! 1365|Yes, I am waiting for him in the air, 1365|Along the mazy way. 1365|And what is the end of one day and night? 1365|Only the infinite Spring. 1365|He that is happy, in the morning bright 1365|And gentle and glad as he is late, 1365|The rest of me, when I would be sad, 1365|Or make poor day sad, or vex the sun, 1365|Must be unhappy in the night. 1365|"Is it you, then?" said the boy, and he stood 1365|Upon a stone which the path had made 1365|To the very house itself; and he gazed 1365|Upon the wide and empty room. 1365|"Is it you? Yes; it is you; 1365|You are the man I came to see. 1365|He will come home to-night, I know, 1365|For the man that is here is the one 1365|Who has gone here before! 1365|"And he will meet you, young sir, this eve, 1365|At the door of this very church. 1365|You will enter the same room 1365|As he left you at his door! 1365|"You will find him lying here 1365|With his hand upon his head; 1365|And he will say 'Ah me!' and say, 1365|'I who once was so fair!' 1365|"And you will take him home to you; 1365|And there will the old woman sit 1365|On the stone and shut his eyes; ======================================== SAMPLE 29870 ======================================== 615|With an unquiet heart, to have done; 615|And he who had but just turned him round, 615|Nor yet the same, did to pursue 615|An other, who with him did meet. 615|The fay, but to the monarch's side appeared, 615|Was of two coursers, black and white: 615|For one, a stallion, had a foal 615|Proud in his strength and speed of blood. 615|That horse of little prowess bore, 615|Nor could one man, by such a test, 615|Inch, round, the other horse dispute. 615|Thus one before the other faced they, 615|(Having their minds all on one steed, 615|And that their swords their lances ply) 615|And one was on the king, in the whole, 615|More than a hundred miles from hence. 615|But now the fay, in order due to meet 615|The king, who by a sign did fly, 615|With one hand, in greeting, left the rest, 615|And made with the other laved the sword. 615|At Roland's head the king his banners placed, 615|That from the Moorish camp he might see, 615|With the king's own hand, his horse of purple, 615|Whose worth the damsel's love did share, 615|And he to his own, to her his saddle, 615|Was at his word, and turned his rein; 615|And that the rest did follow after, 615|With little pause or pause accorded. 615|They with their sword, the Moorish ensigns showed, 615|Which aye the cavaliers before, 615|And others, with them, the damsel hasted 615|To Roland's camp, to view a part. 615|Here to the monarch a herald came, 615|Who, though himself not known, and of a wight 615|Of noble station, bearing the seal 615|Of certain tidings and of aid, she read: 615|For well he knew with what a valour grew 615|The fair Rhodian damsel, and how well 615|She had in that while defied the Moorish lord, 615|Lapistus, the valorous maid; a sign, 615|He said, in future to be read. 615|They to the Saracen their eyes did bend, 615|(If it were not that I err in this), 615|Who had the maid so well beguiled, with thanks, 615|For such good grace and favour won, and prayed 615|That she from vengeance not to smite him ply. 615|Now was this herald and his news withheld: 615|The maid was to be his messenger, he learned, 615|At Roland's court by whom the king received 615|A thousand thousand fine knights and more, 615|And he in what manner might in fight 615|Be deemed their equal with his own array. 615|He told how to the monarch's court he went, 615|Where good Rinaldo, his uncle sire, 615|Was to be lodged; and when he had conveyed 615|The cavalier, his lord, besides his store, 615|From the great city of Perse, where he 615|Was held in less esteem, by every eye: 615|And how the Moorish ensign was descried 615|With helmet, and and with helmet's crest, 615|Afield; so that King Agramant and all 615|In all the world, who in this wise are seen, 615|Turn their regard from him, and say him nay: 615|And that, since he the knight and horse deserted, 615|They fear of being ill treated by the Moor; 615|Now would their fears the king have allayed, 615|Had he the message he to hear addressed. 615|To Rinaldo and the other three 615|He now with friendly tone replied, and said 615|That he and one or two others of theirs 615|Would to the city go; and, whereon said 615|The cavalier, and who he was, he straight, 615|The messenger, the herald, who had told 615|Their voyage to the king, would in few days 615|(In few days' time) by land and sea arrive. 615|And that, since neither to-day nor to-morrow, 615|He should their arrival have concealed, 615|In secret would he have the maid unbound. 615|His message ======================================== SAMPLE 29880 ======================================== 24830|The young Prince, whose high rank, 24830|By the princely blood 24830|Of England's people is passed, 24830|Now is brought to the throne: 24830|All the old, long day, 24830|Came they with their Queen to dance, 24830|From the royal banquet hall 24830|There was no dissention. 24830|The royal host, a band 24830|Of eager knights, 24830|All were clad in russet vest; 24830|Each helm, the visor's frame, 24830|Was of the breast. 24830|The red-roan steed 24830|With four long silver heels 24830|Was hailed him by the host. 24830|Now, hark! how the harp of war 24830|With a light thrill vibrates the air-- 24830|All round the roofs the dancers speed: 24830|Each sends up loud a joyous song. 24830|"This is our royal banquet hall; 24830|Welcome, host, to our royal throne, 24830|Welcome, prince, to the imperial throne. 24830|"What hap have we to live and see, 24830|How can we ever aspire 24830|To reign above the world, above the Lord?" 24830|The soldiers and the lady then, 24830|The prince and the host, the hosts and the; 24830|The host, to the people, gave, 24830|The soldiers to the Lord. 24830|Now, hark! how the harp of war 24830|With a light thrill vibrates the air; 24830|All round the roofs the dancers speed; 24830|Each sends up loud a joyous song. 24830|"Ye are our sovereign and my kings; 24830|Ye will, by right divine, 24830|Befriend my royal will; 24830|And, therefore, ye have called us here to-day, 24830|So long as we reign. 24830|"Now listen; ye are mighty kings; 24830|For, from the royal throne 24830|Ye will not this day be silent; this day, 24830|Our hearts shall rejoice. 24830|By your own gracious behests, 24830|This hour you bid us here 24830|The world regard your royal sway; 24830|Now lead us on 24830|To reign, while we reign." 24830|The soldiers and the lady now, 24830|The prince and the host, the hosts and the; 24830|The host to the people gave, 24830|The soldiers to the Lord. 24830|Now, hark! how the harp of war 24830|With a light thrill vibrates the air; 24830|All round the roofs the dancers speed: 24830|Each sends up loud a joyous song. 24830|"Ye are our rulers, brave and true; 24830|Our will be done for us; 24830|And we will bend the knee, 24830|And, this day, will reign. 24830|"Ye shall be true and fair, 24830|Your kingdom now to you is given, 24830|No other eye may view it now; 24830|By that fair crown you all shall own: 24830|So crown our joy, 24830|So keep our ring." 24830|A thousand deeds of kings or heroes they tell. 24830|They say that as in the summer sky 24830|The Queen of Love herself, at break of day, 24830|With radiant splendor shines across 24830|The ocean sky--her radiant hair, 24830|Her golden ringlets, and her hands 24830|Of golden color and golden ringlets gay. 24830|Then many a king, in the midst of Rome, 24830|And world's great monarchs, with their lords and dukes, 24830|Looked on with wonder and passion, and all that be. 24830|So, from the skies on high the Queen of Love 24830|Spread her full wing for heaven, the bright crown. 24830|Then came the Roman people, and they held 24830|A glorious carnival. 24830|From the great city gates 24830|Uprisen in their joyful manner rose 24830|Majestic clouds of people; in great throng 24830|Came, in their beauty overspread 24830|A starry, luminous crowd ======================================== SAMPLE 29890 ======================================== 1569|'But they had been too dear that day, too dear, 1569|Too dear for us that we should live them so! 1569|We made our moan of lament in the night. 1569|We mourn the loss of the good days of old, 1569|In the darkness of an October grey. 1569|Our hearts we are half waking with moonlight, 1569|The other half hear the moan of the sea - 1569|Wailing for the loss of the days I loved, 1569|Lost in the anguish of a summer night. 1569|You and I would have kept the faith. For life 1569|Is sorrow and that is the meaning is. 1569|And so we took the gift as the soul took it - 1569|This grief of the soul that can be seen by 1569|The sorrow of the spirit. 1569|O you and I have loved and we could bear 1569|A burden of years that the Soul would not, 1569|Could only nurse the giver. We kept it 1569|Alive in our thoughts, and would not let it die. 1569|You and I will keep the flame alive 1569|In our hearts till we both are made desolate. 1569|We loved the things we had not, and in all things 1569|We had our part, the singer's part, not his 1569|Who gave the songs, who gave the love to sing. 1569|All things we had not, all things we have 1569|I and you have given. Let it live till all 1569|Be lost and cast from off it and be gone 1569|As the light from out the sky and the sea 1569|And the white wings of the stars. Do you understand? 1569|What do you give me for your hands which were 1569|My hands in the womb? Can you keep it aisled 1569|In the grave, and make it your by-ways home? 1569|As the dew and the grass are as the soil that girds 1569|Us two the grassless ground is dear to you 1569|And dear to us to whom we gave so much. 1569|I will tell you, and I have no fear 1569|Of making you all a mockery even by mere 1569|Usury of good things in your heart. 1569|If you will do your work in the ground 1569|As the lilies of your hands have done, 1569|We will wash and we will dry them again 1569|In your arms, and your feet, and your eyes. 1569|For your feet shall be as silver silver. 1569|And your hands as silver silver. 1569|What do you give for a kiss, Madam, Madam? 1569|I give you my kisses, and I say kiss, 1569|In the light of the morning with a light, 1569|In the day-dawn with a light. 1569|As the waves in the waters at the end 1569|Of long days at the ends of many waves, 1569|Who give the tears for all who have been so good, 1569|Who weep and laugh and who are good, 1569|Who give the sweet good things for all who have been so vile. 1569|And the sweet good things shall be a grave in the earth 1569|For you and me, and the tombstone shall say 1569|"Give them away," and you shall see no more 1569|The sweet good things. Give to death the sweet good things 1569|That we have lent and the grave say: "Give to earth 1569|Prayer, for he who gives to the dead is good 1569|And the good things he hath been in Heaven hath been so: 1569|And this God-like man who gave to the poor 1569|Grew rich and loved the world. Well, pray it, pray." 1569|I take the sweet good things, and I keep them here 1569|For myself, and the grave says: "Grieve not!" 1569|"You have taken the sweet good things all, Madam: 1569|Yet some remain unsung; what is most fair 1569|And good is written in each line there." 1569|"Take, then, these other sweet good things" - 1569|I said to her: "but take the last, the most sweet - 1569|That I can ======================================== SAMPLE 29900 ======================================== 21019|Who said: "Let nothing, nor any one hope, 21019|Who is without in your soul a fable, 21019|Which, like an ode or song, cannot bring 21019|The bliss that is not in the deed!" 21019|Oh, when the heart is weary, sore-wearied, 21019|And, like the soul of Christ, quite faint and worn, 21019|The tongue has never sung its rapture 21019|And the eye rolls on its knees, "What folly," 21019|The heart-eyes spake, "to have confidence, 21019|Since words, alas! are but shapes, not men!" 21019|My soul is wounded and blind and crippled, 21019|And, oh, if I could weep! 21019|"But," said the sage, "this heart of mine, 21019|This flesh is mortal by its side! 21019|"If only I had known! 21019|If only I had known, oh never, 21019|The bound of such a world-dominion! 21019|"Ah, but I have seen the end of all." 21019|Then up with the heart-eyes and harked 21019|To a sound as of far-blown winds 21019|In a stormy summer night; 21019|And the lighted windows of God's empire 21019|With the stars in their beauty shed. 21019|"Oh, it is all of no use," said he, 21019|"To search and search to find him; 21019|So what is lost shall be returned to him 21019|Who comes to his full." 21019|And the sage, with a smile of triumph, 21019|Like a lion upon his prey, 21019|Withdrawn from his back, 21019|And in the shade of the city left me, 21019|With the heart in my breast, 21019|And the soul in my veins. 21019|Away with the siren who can do it! 21019|The old-world sages 21019|Are with me, and the world is wise: 21019|Our great sages 21019|Have known it all, and have known it well. 21019|Who can find such a soul? 21019|The world is the world, the world the world; 21019|And the wise men have known it all, 21019|And have known it well. 21019|Who can find such a soul? 21019|My soul is sick of love, more sick 21019|Than almost love itself is-- 21019|'Tis the wan worm in the green crocus, 21019|The wan worm in the crocus-hole. 21019|I would have a change! 21019|Where can it be? 21019|I am sick of the world's pleasures, 21019|Of its revels and sports; of its ease, 21019|Of the wine that comes out of the heart: 21019|'Tis the fresh worm in the green crocus, 21019|In the crocus-hole of my soul. 21019|Away with the foolish pleasures, 21019|Of the worldly fame whereof men sing: 21019|'Tis the green worm in the green crocus, 21019|In the crocus-hole of my heart. 21019|Let me go forth in silence; 21019|Let me stay awhile from thinking; 21019|Let me still be the child I was, 21019|When the thoughts of men depart, leaving me alone; 21019|Let me be the child that thou art, 21019|When the thoughts of men depart. 21019|I am the child that thou art, 21019|When the thoughts of men depart. 21019|All those words of thine, "Warm" 21019|Have a meaning of old-- 21019|But thy heart is cold and white 21019|To the warm words of mine. 21019|My child, what is he now 21019|Who can change thy mood? 21019|He is not all of him, alas! 21019|There are thoughts that do come 21019|Like the shadows in the night to him, 21019|Though the sun and all the world 21019|Rise before him up on high. 21019|He has heard a voice whisper low: 21019|"I am that boy wha hounded you, 21 ======================================== SAMPLE 29910 ======================================== 30795|But the old man smiled, and said: 30795|"I know nothing about such things, 30795|I am but a simple boy." 30795|Then he shook his plumed head, and shouted 30795|Loudly: 30795|"Come closer to the fire, bring water 30795|And gather wood!" 30795|Up the long hill-slope the man came 30795|Bringing water and wood. 30795|The old man stood there with his back 30795|Against the old hill-side. 30795|And he said: "The tree of Time 30795|Stands waiting for my coming, 30795|And he who comes about that tree 30795|Will be a mighty man!" 30795|Up the long hill-slope the man came 30795|Bringing water and wood. 30795|And as he went he heard a voice, 30795|Falling like a falling bat: 30795|"Listen to my words, and see me 30795|As I am a man again!" 30795|Up the high rock-slope the man came 30795|Bringing water and wood. 30795|And the old man fell into the river, 30795|Staggering with his weight. 30795|Down his face the snow began, 30795|Snow and ice and flowing ice: 30795|"Are these, then, your first experiences, 30795|Your first hands-breadth travels?" 30795|Up the long hill-slope the man came 30795|Bringing water and wood. 30795|And he said: "I think so, indeed! 30795|But now I see them standing there, 30795|The ancient rocks, and the new, 30795|And the green fields, and the gleaming sands, 30795|And the waving of the sea." 30795|Up the low rock-slope the man came, 30795|Bringing water and wood. 30795|And the old man said: "I see them now! 30795|The new things I forget, 30795|But the old things still make me wonder. 30795|I did not see them once before: 30795|How strange the things that I do know! 30795|For example, look! I remember 30795|A stone that here you see, now gone: 30795|No one used it to dig a grave, 30795|Or build a house, or help a friend: 30795|It is just a stone, and yet it stands! 30795|"And just a stone!" said the old man. 30795|"An umbrella, maybe!" said the boy. 30795|They climbed up the hill-slope together, 30795|And crossed the open fields to the sea. 30795|But when they came to land, they found 30795|Those same bushes, bare and sweet 30795|With flowers on them, and a narrow path 30795|Through them, led down between the boughs. 30795|They picked the tender grasses, 30795|A little band of them! 30795|They had such bright brown bodies, 30795|And little crooked toes. 30795|They were not very big, 30795|And they looked just like us. 30795|They were only all of them 30795|White sticks of the raspberries. 30795|They were a-settin' to eat a mud-sment 30795|That had come to be the berry patch 30795|Of their right of way, between them. 30795|So they lifted them from the grass, 30795|And they put them in the boughs, 30795|And they shook the sticks up with their foreheads, 30795|And then they said: 30795|"I never will take them up in our mouths; 30795|That is, if it's not spoiled already. 30795|"We'll go round, on our separate legs, 30795|And put it out of our heads." 30795|Then they all went home safely through the woods, 30795|And were not left in the open long, 30795|And were not allowed at the Fair, 30795|Till they came to Silver Lake. 30795|And the old man saw the berry patch, 30795|And the nice little apple patch; 30795|And he said to the boy: 30795|"How did you ever come by that ======================================== SAMPLE 29920 ======================================== 16376|The world is not all a dream. 16376|And I will climb a little higher, 16376|To follow in his flight: 16376|He will be back, before the moon has gone down, 16376|With a great hand on his shoulder, 16376|And a word to awake the old world from its mirth. 16376|I have no time to say: 16376|If you give me three things a day, 16376|And two of them are sweets to eat, 16376|And one of them is to live in hell; 16376|If I give you three things a week, 16376|And two of them are love, and one of them is drink, 16376|If you give me three things a year, 16376|And two of them are health, and one is strength, 16376|And one of them is to live in hell; 16376|If you give me all these things a year, 16376|And I have nothing else, O Lord, no, not not o'er my money; 16376|Then, if you think that you can change me without a word, 16376|What can you do for three months' space? 16376|I give myself up to love. 16376|And as I said before, 16376|If I give myself up to love, 16376|She'll send me some new thing to buy her things. 16376|She'll have something new and pretty, 16376|It's something of herself to wear: 16376|I can never tell you how I feel, 16376|She has a fancy for a dress; 16376|She tells me that it is all to find 16376|Something with which to dress her feet. 16376|I do not blame her, nor do I mind 16376|That she has to learn the things she must; 16376|The world is so full of fun and ease, 16376|If I must learn, why, I'll give it up; 16376|My time's rather cheap by half an hour's play, 16376|So, here's for knowing, knowing! 16376|I'd have you know that when I was a child, 16376|My life was always very nice and nice; 16376|I never did any mischief, 16376|But I never had a malicious thought; 16376|In short, my dear, you ought to have found 16376|That I love doing what is right. 16376|That is to say, doing what is right, 16376|Though sometimes, my dear, I find it hard. 16376|I think you ought to help children, 16376|But that's a very weak objection, 16376|Indeed I must confess I see 16376|That every day with children's children 16376|The world is full of mischief; 16376|And I can do no more than what's 16376|To keep them honest and right, 16376|And I can tell you what I do, 16376|And that's what I do, my dear: 16376|I drive the pigs into the well 16376|And out of sight from here, 16376|And I pump out their bad qualities 16376|By forcing them into bad things. 16376|If it should happen that the pigs 16376|Should get into the milk, 16376|I tell them, "Drink milk all right away; 16376|I'm sure you'll make it small." 16376|I don't know how the pig is treated, 16376|But I must be careful, 16376|For I know there'll be no good milk 16376|From anything but off pigs! 16376|If any one should see us pump out 16376|The bad substances into our milk, 16376|Or the bad things into bad milk, 16376|I will beseech a pardon; 16376|I don't care how many days I'm there, 16376|I'll get it back to-morrow. 16376|I have a little room above the kitchen, 16376|It's cool in here, and very dark in there; 16376|There is a strong smell of earth and mould, 16376|But the air is always fresh and clean-- 16376|And the maid who lives here, 16376|Her face you never can tell 16376|By looks alone, 16376|But when she opens her eye 16376|It is so round and white! 16376|But ======================================== SAMPLE 29930 ======================================== 1304|For the eyes that looked on thee, 1304|As I sit at my glass, 1304|And my mind a glass doth keep, 1304|While the good streweth up drink 1304|And I mind not the distance 1304|Between us both. 1304|I will take my leave, 1304|As the world's world doth say, 1304|In the morning and the night, 1304|In the day and the hour; 1304|Yet my heart will follow thee 1304|To the end of my days. 1304|The world's world doth keep me awake; 1304|And a glass that doth keep me free, 1304|I would take my leave. 1304|And my heart will follow thee 1304|To the end of my days; 1304|Yet my heart will follow thee 1304|To the end of my days! 1304|Till my eyelids sleep 1304|In the morning and the night, 1304|In the day and the hour, 1304|Till the world's world doth break, 1304|And the glass doth fall, 1304|And there's nought shall take me thence, 1304|Lest my eyelids do sleep, 1304|Till my eyelids do sleep! 1304|Till that glass drop from me, 1304|Lest that glass drop from me, 1304|Lest that glass drop from me, 1304|I shall follow thee 1304|Till that glass drop from me; 1304|Still for evermore, I'll follow thee! 1304|To the end of time. 1304|If thy days were spent 1304|In unkindness or disgrace, 1304|Heart, what would man, not man, make of thee? 1304|What make of thee, good heart? 1304|Sorely, sorely used, 1304|Sorely, sorely used. 1304|If thy nights were filled 1304|With other thoughts than these, 1304|More than is meet, no mind on it can spring: 1304|Less is meet, no mind is fit, no heart can prove. 1304|Sorely, sorely used, 1304|Sorely, sorely used. 1304|If thy days were enriched 1304|With other joys than these, 1304|With idle thoughts, or low, or proud, or vain, 1304|What could man, not man, make of thee? 1304|What make of thee, good heart? 1304|Sorely, sorely used, 1304|Sorely, sorely used. 1304|I will not ask an hour, 1304|Nor crave a day to be, 1304|But seek to do, and bear to do, 1304|What my heart bids me do. 1304|Naught will I more, nor more; 1304|Lest I do, lest I decline: 1304|One urge me on; one end leaves me still, 1304|One, only one, of life to me. 1304|If thy faith were not a song, 1304|Thou, O heart of my delight! 1304|What avails it that thou art 1304|A mistress of thy lover's heart? 1304|What avails it that thou art 1304|The sun, or the moon, or the light 1304|Of the high sun's noon? 1304|What avails it that thou art 1304|The rose above, the fruit above, 1304|The morning star above? 1304|What avails it, O sweet song, 1304|Thy sweetness, or thy mourning, 1304|While every vein on my brain runs thrill? 1304|Every nerve, and fibre, runs o'er 1304|With looking from this height; 1304|And every pulse, and every vein, 1304|I feel the swinging of the globe; 1304|To me it seems as if 'twere summer still! 1304|I feel it not; a sweeter voice 1304|I hear: 'tis all the voice of God; 1304|All else is vanity. 1304|I feel the weight of the skies 1304|Hanging down; they 're hanging down; 1304|They 're dropping down, though I look down; 1304|They 're slowly falling ======================================== SAMPLE 29940 ======================================== 1008|his country was not lessened by the change: yet 1008|not lessening in consequence, but much increasing, was the 1008|pre-eminence of the Florentines in the estates and in the 1008|rank and degree of their nobility. And as our poet 1008|in a mount of fire has given thee such a glimpse of his 1008|fond heart, as needs not any revising, he that loves 1008|should chuse with thee to sit. There he sit right up 1008|aside; and I speak of whom, for that well I know 1008|whose discourse is true. And I grieve not at this 1008|manner more, that is, the envy of so lofty a 1008|prize, than that he who feasts at table should likewise 1008|accomplish great deeds of gallantry. He went up to 1008|the palace of the Capicio, of which I say not yet 1008|been possessed by the eldest brother; and no courtly 1008|servant there was found, whatever might be the fashion, 1008|to measure and weigh torches." 1008|The good master bowed his forehead, and smiled; and 1008|"If my words," said he, "thoroughly descried your 1008|pride, I had already so marked it out, and would have 1008|mentioned it to your satisfaction." Now be thou 1008|accept my own witness, Reader, that what I heard 1008|compared not with new-fashioned speech. That which I 1008|mentioned was a private matter. I mentioned it not 1008|to heighten public grief, but to warn thee, that in 1008|fault of woe thou mightest edify." And I, who had 1008|completed the surfeit of knowledge, "If I have so 1008|great need of your sovran admonition," I said, "I will 1008|perform the same before others, as your own example 1008|provides." 1008|"Raban is this raiment," said he, "which thou hast on 1008|saddest by heart. And it is probable that he 1008|will give it you, for he awaits piteously that so 1008|righteous judgment on which his heart is laden." 1008|When he had thus ended, he issued forth from the 1008|throne, followed by those other spirits, that were 1008|ere with him. They drew up their lamps beside the 1008|wick with their vapour, and in silence gazed upon the 1008|grave ALBATARIS. MONTAGU finished the journey of 1008|the twelve parts of which I have told. 1008|ALCANDS, who came thither, having with them Venedico 1008|Dell' Antronello, were passing over the Tuscan brook 1008|CARConfensis to see, which has his own sweet soil, and 1008|has so confirmed him, that he takes pleasure in his water. 1008|They came where a little stream, that enters in the 1008|mountain, mid its cradles, came into a pleasant rivulet, 1008|which there quenched itself. There Sieber, as bardsig mountain, 1008|was standing, singing the Marseacciano, which he 1008|ere forming into a bridge, that all of them may 1008|navigate over. MADOLFI, who came thither (as I have 1008|told on Tuscan ground) with his son Faustus, went up 1008|through that path with less harm than others, for he was 1008|passed by a fierce dog. I saw three heads on each of them; 1008|heavens! and where'er they had looked they had lost all trace 1008|of the former existence. The one of them, at sight 1008|was making in the valley, as a lion would in his 1008|engagement in fight: the other two, at seeing it, were 1008|forthright. The one, who at the view had triumphed, 1008|accomplisht such high things, that of great things he 1008|showed me three. Upon the right hand he set up a sign 1008|of approval; that, which above indicated a yes, 1008|and that upon ======================================== SAMPLE 29950 ======================================== 3698|What more than this they do that is to me so hard. 3698|As for that I must not be late,--that does, no doubt, 3698|At least the more the host of the gay crowd looks on you. 3698|The evening then is as yet at the earliest prime, 3698|And, at the very worst, the time may be too soon. 3698|But now the night rolls onward, and I think it good 3698|To take the chance that may be offered us to meet. 3698|And so I left the house, and passed through the gate 3698|To her,--which had no handle, that is to say, 3698|Save what the iron nails had done as well 3698|As other heavy materials of the house; 3698|And she entered on the street, where I should have seen 3698|Some poor man with muffling up his piteous head 3698|From head of his wife, all pale as he might lie,-- 3698|And what a sight is that of people that crowd 3698|Around the dead, but none of whom may know 3698|Of the death of one, till, by the sudden shock, 3698|The street is all so dark it is not known 3698|Save by those that pass and those that hear. 3698|But what a sight it is, when, at a leap, 3698|The door is suddenly opened by a maid 3698|Unoffended, and the lady, having left 3698|Her child, by her own joyous step, drives out 3698|The man who would have entered in; she laughs 3698|And runs, with the lady's child following, 3698|Along the streets by the next husband called. 3698|Then he, who, from his office at the sign, 3698|Beheld those cries and those merry faces, 3698|Was moved and glad. Alas for him! A man 3698|Who, if he could, and when he might might have slept 3698|Would go and see the show! His sorrowing eye 3698|Fails the low street, and the sight of those 3698|Whom the good work of the day makes happy 3698|Casts fear, and dread into his mate unkind. 3698|It had not been his place to come to court 3698|In this wild country where my lady-friend 3698|Had long been living, like a fairy from heaven 3698|In the green meadows. He but found, perchance, 3698|Some one, whom he knew well, who his relations, 3698|As a nurse's spouse, would seek about the country 3698|And make it their delight; who might be called 3698|The mother of his child; with whom, when she 3698|Had children, he might often give her his thanks 3698|For the fair children whom she had bought, and give, 3698|With fondness, love as well as wisdom,--his 3698|Good wife, with whom he might spend a day 3698|In the soft shade of a green yew, and, when 3698|The fire was lit, a quiet hour in the 3698|Wood-garden; and then she would invite him 3698|To some sweet meeting where her name was not lost. 3698|She should be free, then, from the common cares 3698|And fears of life, and with her husband go 3698|Wherever her fancy led,--and he had power 3698|To go where'er his fancy led. Thus had life 3698|Been turned, and woman's heart, whose throbbing beat 3698|Was like a man's, been touched with love and peace. 3698|As I was passing, hearing one of them 3698|Describing how with little labour 3698|She had raised a goodly garden, he, perceiving 3698|The little labour, took his pen, and wrote, 3698|Though slow, and, reading it, his heart was stirred, 3698|For though he was a writer, being young 3698|And little versed in artifice, yet Love 3698|Would live; and would endure that his existence 3698|Should be without thought; and, knowing all things 3698|Of a sweet nature, in a little writing 3698|Happen to be of use to a little brother. 3698|So came the tale into my ======================================== SAMPLE 29960 ======================================== 1211|If so, then, thou art an OPPOSITED 1211|ROBIN! I say, to the death! O thou most blest, 1211|Most blest and BROTHERLY of human kind! 1211|A BROTHER is a heart as happy as a BED. 1211|I know that I am blest; and when I see 1211|Thy happy and gracious self within 1211|My bosom's depths a-burning, I know 1211|That breath of thine gives the bliss I crave; 1211|And since this is thy sovereign, will, 1211|So joyless, I shall never grieve again. 1211|Yet is the breath of thy well-contented breath 1211|Still dear to me; and when, in winter eve, 1211|Thy snowy brow, like some lone star o'erhead, 1211|Shines like its light a moment, then is gone; 1211|And with it, all that's lovely in thee lies; 1211|But thou wilt never grieve again, sweet maid. 1211|For what is a day that hath not been 1211|A maiden's tenderly, affectionate day, 1211|When every object that chance may give 1211|Makes the days sweeter, richer, and more long. 1211|Therefore let nymphs, on whose days are so planned, 1211|Make their days sweeter, richer, and more long: 1211|And thou, let us be cheerless, and not mourn 1211|How few days are left us, while this flesh, 1211|By thy loved beauty, life, still is not dead; 1211|While there is no wound, no defect, no ill, 1211|Nor is the frame of mortal altered; 1211|Let us be cheerless, and not mourn 1211|How few days are left us, while this flesh, 1211|By thy loved beauty, life, is not dead. 1211|In this sweet hour this mortal frame doth fill:-- 1211|Come, give me my ACHILLES' form again, 1211|Sweet SONGS, whose music we once knew so well: 1211|Or OENE's, OENIGO'S, or the good FELLAS, 1211|The two-fold MONK, and his sweet DICTA, 1211|Sweet GOSLIAN, or that gentle LIP. O nymph divine, 1211|Who in the garden didst beget me! 1211|Sweet SONG, who didst inspire my youthful lays! 1211|Sweet FELLAS, that didst both with thee agree! 1211|If they have given me the bad notes, say whether 1211|Thy fount of sweet and ravished senses did 1211|To those appetites rise, or they were mine. 1211|I cannot pardon the bad taste of wine; 1211|Alas! the wine, the heart, the spirits, in man, 1211|Whose very natures are the cup and bowl, 1211|To serve the appetites! All things that do mix 1211|With human life are poisonous; nay, more than all, 1211|The devil and all his fruits are deadly. 1211|Who can this liquor be, that smiteth me, 1211|That causeth all this pain in me, that causeth this? 1211|Why will ye drink, my friends, and say, 'Good wine! 1211|What sense is there in kissing?' -- Know, I kiss. 1211|'Sweet corn, bring forth, and burn it in the sun:' 'Good oil, 1211|Heat it with fire, let it breed in the winds:' 1211|These are the stirps of health, and that of life. 1211|No doubt you 've heard the Arabian story: here 1211|A story 's made of drinking. 1211|Come, fill the rocks about; 1211|Fill up the hollow caves; 1211|Fill up the hollow solitudes: 1211|Forget not this a while: 'tis fled. 1211|And 'tis not now in vain 1211|That in the garden, and on earth, 1211|There's naught remains but dust 1211|Beside the many lamps 1211|That light on God's coals; 1211|But in the dust, ======================================== SAMPLE 29970 ======================================== 615|With his two sons; and I to the queen replied, 615|"To that, of all the kings, I most will pay 615|A reckoning, since thou art the only one 615|Whose vengeance is upon me sore infracted. 615|"I, from my soul, have long a purpose said, 615|In that I will not be driven hence by thee; 615|Nor for a child have I more hope in me 615|Than one that could a good example sway; 615|And this is why I this my power will show; 615|For not for that are wou'd the knights of Spain." 615|While yet they speak, the monarch on Argier flies 615|And tells what ill to do the paynim band. 615|With such intent the knight prepares his course, 615|He brings the monarch's warrant upon; 615|Settles a debt which from a thousand ducats 615|Sequestered be, and which the duke has lent. 615|He, when in mind to find his lady's aid, 615|The other monarch's thoughts in turn disjoin. 615|"What shall I say, good God, or what to deem, 615|But that she's dead, -- the lady dear, who made 615|Me such a fortune, on my bed at night, 615|As not to live, if dead I truly be! 615|"This, as I know, her angels sent to thee 615|On earth with tidings of her passing o're; 615|If so be I should, I long have been 615|More happy, and her true love had not fled 615|From me, so faithful and so kind, for her, 615|Whom long I loved; but since she lies in drear 615|And hopeless swoon, I cannot think my bed, 615|Since to a death my love I never gain." 615|But from the queen his speech in full is lost: 615|And her in secret spake and moved him sore; 615|And with her word she made his bosom strain 615|And moan. And him the paynim's heart to tear, 615|Who with his arm the stripling had o'erthrown, 615|For she was dead who thus by him was slain. 615|While yet the sad news had such a power 615|In the mad monarch's heart, that in his cheek 615|The blood-stains there he deemed, he gave command 615|His servants to have thither set sail, 615|As soon as they the palace had espied. 615|But when they there, and the three good knights 615|Were standing by their lord, his heart he broke. 615|"Who art thou, and who are these, that com'st this way?" 615|In rage he cried -- "Thy name, and fame, and state, 615|A traitor's death for ever to thy shame! 615|Not one such death as this of thee and me. 615|Why should this lady lie in swoon and drear? 615|That, that thou thus in treason do'st abide? 615|I, for the realm, all honour, all is thine, 615|And thine alone in this my grief shalt be! 615|"For thou at this first sight hast more cause for weeping, 615|To have so sore thyself suffered, and to show it; 615|For who can live there whosoe'er is there, 615|That knows thy sorrow, if the lady dies?" 615|-- "So may, so may, good lord (grieves king) thy words 615|Serve true and full, that if I die I die 615|Full sure, without stain or blame to thy desire." 615|The king that hour resumed his sovereign sway, 615|And with his right hand his dagger brandished; 615|And with the voice of his great sovereign played 615|Him and the rest, by whom the battle ran. 615|The paynim king with rage whose warlike strife 615|Hollowed every vein, this while had been at war. 615|"Thy shame," (rejoins the paynim cavalier) 615|"Is greater than thy love is with my life. 615|Thou, for a woman's good I never sware, 615|Nor I thy sister, as thou do'st the same; 615|And will we never to the death be drawn, 615|And with no more desire to save ourselves." 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 29980 ======================================== 42058|His old red coat was wrinkled and old-- 42058|A very old man in his walk; 42058|But, as he pondered, one day his eye 42058|Beheld a shining youth: 42058|The boy was young and gay and strong, 42058|But one who should come to die. 42058|And when he passed in quiet sleep, 42058|His faithful comrade's voice he heard, 42058|"Poor soul that findeth Death will greet-- 42058|My friend come from the Lord!" 42058|And still to him the voice was dear, 42058|And ever through his day-dream went 42058|The voice of the dead to the living: 42058|"Tutored son, I have given you rest; 42058|And you shall go up to God; 42058|But watch by his command, and go 42058|As I will, with my sword in hand: 42058|"And guard within his gates this thing, 42058|That is a sore disgrace, 42058|When Death is the death of man and child, 42058|And man a thorn in Jehovah's hand." 42058|Then came the young man to the walls, 42058|His face was young and gay, 42058|And a great voice cried: "My friend, it is 42058|In Jehovah's sight." 42058|He looked around but saw no wall 42058|That would refuse him place, 42058|Nor heard the sound of the silent ground 42058|As though it were a grave; 42058|And there he bowed his head in prayer, 42058|That his friend's word were true: 42058|"I shall dwell with the dead in Heaven, 42058|Tutored by the Lord." 42058|And a little in the shadow 42058|There was heard a voice as of a sexton 42058|Was talking of his wares: 42058|He sang a little melody, 42058|And he sang that little song 42058|And the old man's heart was heavy, 42058|And he spoke upon the subject: 42058|"One song to fill the time, 42058|But not a song so sweet 42058|As 'My friend, you've given us rest, 42058|But Death must come to try you 42058|And give you rest in Hell." 42058|Thus do we love it, thus do we love it, 42058|When man is singing and we loving, 42058|When man has found a word, and he has not broken 42058|His walled silence and his walled silence. 42058|But soon a wagging word will be said, 42058|And the young man's heart is light, 42058|And he sings again, and the song is all beautiful, 42058|And the old man sighs and says: "Oh, I love it 42058|When a man sings the truth at the heart; 42058|I know the song is the truth, but I love him if he 42058|will keep it for a week; 42058|There's nothing in the winter but time can change 42058|The song into words. 42058|"One song for this old world so weary 42058|Of words, of words against the sun; 42058|To sing the truth as a child learns to speak: 42058|But, now life's words is over, 42058|One song will out, one song bring back the stars 42058|For all men must be free. 42058|"One song to keep me from a world forlorn 42058|As some poor child is thrown apart: 42058|But while I sing, remember a man, old fool, 42058|But while I sing, you keep his memory!" 42058|He spoke, the young man's words were true: 42058|"The day comes which brings the best, 42058|The day which brings the night again, 42058|The night is coming, the night comes home for the young, 42058|The day is ending, the night is coming for the old. 42058|"But now the day of service, the day of blessing, comes," 42058|He said, "the old are waiting and the old are waiting; 42058|The day is drawing near, the night is drawing near," 42058|He said, "the old are yearning and a year is near." 42058|Yet, though ======================================== SAMPLE 29990 ======================================== 16059|Encomio están en tu puerta mano, 16059|Cuando en las piadosas hacia vencido 16059|Ni en la luna hacia una altura, 16059|La altura nunca se hace si levanta. 16059|Llora yo: ¿Y como asombró la pasión 16059|Cuando en las piadosas hacia vencido 16059|Y no puede de la luz y sin pusada? 16059|Son os hermanos de la patria mía, 16059|Los que el pecho hacen haya el estrégo, 16059|Que en las piadosas hacia vencido 16059|De esta clara algunas cantares de Etruria, 16059|El rey del poder y del sol fuerte, 16059|Y el aire muy brillo y elle reita; 16059|Á los ausiadas retuersos 16059|Al corto del moro en los cielos. 16059|¡Oh vaga del marinero 16059|Su bravo impuro y su arcano había! 16059|Su corazón pide, su fría, 16059|Su cantar ellos, 16059|Donde todo se acomete 16059|La vida en torno y en pena 16059|Á la gloria y la muerte. 16059|¡Enriçada! ¿Y enriçada 16059|La vida se cría 16059|Del sol, sin ligero, 16059|Y desde el seno 16059|Nunca en ella la mía 16059|Que su alba nieve llega! 16059|¡Oh triste veces llora! 16059|¡Oh muerte señor, 16059|De las noches riguardas 16059|Que alza la mar ir presente 16059|Y el alto cielo 16059|Del tar peleó 16059|El bárbaro de Etruria, 16059|Y el último carrier, 16059|Del Paseo y su alabe. 16059|Del pico retornó 16059|El fiero tramadero 16059|Para su alaban río, 16059|Y de oro y de armas 16059|De mi pescado llegó. 16059|¡Ay! esperar sus pies, 16059|Sus perros del corrupció, 16059|Sus perros del venturosión, 16059|Sus oídos del pobre fiero 16059|Que acometes todo al ardiente! 16059|Aquella armonía 16059|Que perra al pie del corrupción, 16059|Aquella armonía 16059|Que decían á la razón, 16059|Aquella armonía 16059|Al lado de estrellas, 16059|A la corona de una rosa 16059|Y á la verde azucena, 16059|Con más eterna respuesta 16059|De tu bárbaro, tu alma. 16059|Y el corazón perlas 16059|Y el alma azucena 16059|Sutilado de su día 16059|Hasta el corrupción, 16059|Hasta el perroremede... 16059|Y al fin propicio de sus pies, 16059|Hasta el alma soledad... 16059|Con la muerte que jacellas, 16059|Sutilado de su día 16059|Que amorosa entre sus pies. 16059|Mira nay, nay, en la calidad cita, 16059|Es tu pienso agite, te alcanzan mejores. 16059|Querme el más ribera en espejo 16059|De tu frente vista, y con tu vista selva 16059|A tu correr tu frente esfryado, 16059|Solo de tu cor ======================================== SAMPLE 30000 ======================================== 4010|Of all men might to whom God gives 4010|Sufficient space for loving eyes, 4010|That all who breathe his world-creating air, 4010|In this narrow hall may share his throne. 4010|He, when he crowned the King of Love, 4010|In a new robe, an angel hight, 4010|(That be the same, where first was worn 4010|The saintly virtues of a shade, 4010|That be the same the sire and sire.) 4010|Gentle and mild, his countenance 4010|With angel mild the monarch eyed, 4010|And, as a father moves his child, 4010|To him, and to his child, addressed: 4010|"How fares the land,--the Queen of Heaven, 4010|The same you haply while I knew, 4010|At midnight at the castle gate? 4010|Where have your men,--your valiant men, 4010|Beneath the walls, your bulwark raised, 4010|And made the mountain of the North? 4010|My men--my men! What answer do 4010|You summon your bold soldiers to make?" 4010|Then paused and shook his beard and said: - 4010|"Who are ye, young rebels, to strike 4010|At Heaven's eternal King, the Lord, 4010|With right, as well as grace, your blows, 4010|And claim our life, your sire and country? 4010|Or were with him, at sea to guide, 4010|To wreak on heaven your vengeance vain? 4010|Or are you come in bid or call? 4010|Or ever came your king before 4010|Some other, or your lord before? 4010|Tell what your course, in peace or war." 4010|Then through the knightly line he ran, 4010|And each with smile and word replies; 4010|"The King of Heaven's eternal King, 4010|Stern lawgiver, lives in you. 4010|We've but a moment more to tell, 4010|Or ere the monarch's soul depart. 4010|And well you know," his voice he turned, 4010|"Your lives to us a king are dear, 4010|And I would not from the world receive 4010|One moment more of sun and light. 4010|The monarch comes!"--He said again, 4010|"A king, who, crowning the world's fear, 4010|Brought his strong son of power to bear. 4010|Then came your men, your valiant men, 4010|Beneath the walls, your bulwark raised; 4010|Your king, the sire of men and angels, 4010|To bring his child and kingdom to earth. 4010|The heart of man, they say, can live no more, 4010|But in the Lord of heaven is paid with sighs, 4010|And Heaven, of Heaven's Eternal store, may pay, 4010|With Heaven's own coffers, him whose heart is sore. 4010|In this same room of all our awe, 4010|The king your king has found his grave, 4010|But where no coffin is to mark His place." 4010|"Sir," said the knight, "for the sake of Heaven 4010|Our lives were purchased by the crime, 4010|So deeply he's held me by the steel 4010|Which made him one of France's dread, 4010|And I know well that in a prison not so sad, 4010|I need no tears, nor toads, nor snake 4010|Be laid before our lord of Spain, 4010|When on his earth to hear his name, 4010|As it were, with a prayer should come." 4010|He told of the great and stately hall, 4010|In which, with their kings and queens, they dwelt, 4010|And that the King had oft the place 4010|Whereon their councils held their breath, 4010|"As yet our princes are in peace," 4010|Said the knight. "O! may they soon be so, 4010|That neither hate, nor fear, nor scorn, 4010|Shall trouble the land of France again!" 4010|"He'll have them thus," said Harold bold, 4010|"As surely as a king's a king ======================================== SAMPLE 30010 ======================================== 5185|Thereupon the silver-tailed maiden 5185|Took the magic sledge to Lempo, 5185|Laid it in the sledge of Pohya, 5185|Went to woo the wind to tarry 5185|At the wind's back she carried, 5185|In her arms the magic sledge, 5185|In her hands the magic cross-bow, 5185|With one hand she took the arrows, 5185|Seated her sledge at topmost, 5185|Hastened on in eager footsteps 5185|To the Northland fields to wander, 5185|Quick the axle twisting loosen'd, 5185|And the spindle eddied graceful, 5185|And the sledge became a rainbow 5185|In the air above the maiden, 5185|From the axle flying upward, 5185|Gleaming, with color rosy-tinged. 5185|Lemminkainen's wonder-striding, 5185|Young Kullervo, wild magician, 5185|Follows his wish among the forest, 5185|Through the air and through the forest, 5185|Through the branches heavy-holding. 5185|As the vision left him empty-handed, 5185|Knew he of a worthy hero, 5185|Young son of magic artist, 5185|Good, well skilled in all the lettering; 5185|On his arm a mail so heavy, 5185|And among his teeth, a toothpick; 5185|'Stonecutters often battle over, 5185|And the victor often bears it, 5185|With his life in compensation; 5185|Therefore,' said the reckless Lemminkainen, 5185|"Will it serve thee for thy master, 5185|When returning from Pohyola, 5185|To deliver up my armor?" 5185|Answered thus the woodman gray-beard: 5185|"No offense intended, brother, 5185|Have the heroes of the Northland 5185|For their master this armor set me. 5185|On my head a helmet plows the, 5185|On my shoulders I have plowed shields; 5185|In my sledge a mighty war-horse, 5185|Bearing on his back a tramp-horse; 5185|These to Pohya I send on business. 5185|To the sword shall rest my hero, 5185|When for thee six days have gone over, 5185|Or for thee remain two nights longer." 5185|Then the reckless Lemminkainen, 5185|Handsome hero, Kaukomieli, 5185|Turned his footsteps to the Northland, 5185|Settled in the Northland-villages, 5185|Settled in the hamlets and hamlets 5185|Of the hamlets of the Rosene, 5185|In the hamlets of the Dinsanelli, 5185|In the Rosene hamlets living. 5185|As the sunlight brightens at morning, 5185|As it dawns at evening, Eetela, 5185|Thus the hero of the Northland, Lemminkainen, 5185|Turned his footsteps to the Rosene, 5185|Asking for his armor in going, 5185|Asked a shield from him that bore the hero, 5185|Bade the Rosene guest attend him, 5185|And the wooden plate he asked, Kislikki. 5185|Whereupon good Kaukomieli 5185|Gave him a helmet with its cross-bones, 5185|Brought him another with its beak, 5185|Brought him shields with their tops turned backward, 5185|Gave him platters filled with spears, 5185|Spoons, for food the young men brought him, 5185|Served him with his merry welcome. 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Spake these words in meditation: 5185|"Good the hour of thy returning, 5185|Good the sunbeams shining brightly; 5185|Often is the daylight lost 5185|In the midnight's drowsiness falling; 5185|Often do the morning sunbeams 5185|For the darkness of the midnight rise; 5185|I could linger all the day 5185|In the halls of these my enemies, 5185| ======================================== SAMPLE 30020 ======================================== 1287|Of all this wealth of fame. 1287|A thousand times, they said, 1287|In many lands, 1287|To-night will I bring a bride 1287|To the heart of man, 1287|And in the midst of all my woe 1287|I'll say,--"I was mad!" 1287|And to-night shall man be mad-- 1287|"Oh, mad had I been!" 1287|All Europe hears the noise, and we 1287|Are the wail to Heaven's Queen. 1287|"Farewell, farewell!" she cry, 1287|Yet is one heart more free, 1287|She bids me never to be 1287|From the court and state forsaken. 1287|"My love, my beauty's queen, 1287|Whom I shall see no more! 1287|Go to thy cottage-home, 1287|And keep in charge a maid, 1287|Whom I may never see,-- 1287|From all the world take heed! 1287|"Then shall I the court's great lord 1287|Receive on snow-white throne, 1287|Who loved at heart so true, 1287|The King and Queen so pure. 1287|"Thy heart is torn from thee, 1287|But never a tear again, 1287|Yet shall thy maidens bring 1287|Tidings of men and women blest 1287|To all the earth about. 1287|"But still they're still forlorn, 1287|Yet shall I be with them, 1287|They love thee, they fondly pray 1287|The wreath to do them good,-- 1287|To me, they say, they cannot speak, 1287|For it is written that I cannot speak, 1287|"But if to thee the words of grace 1287|My lips shall e'er say, 1287|Then surely I unto thee 1287|Shall lead a joyous troth; 1287|My lips shall speak thy name, 1287|Thy lips shall kiss from out my heart,-- 1287|For ever, for ever!" 1287|Then the Queen of Heaven came 1287|With a virgin grace, 1287|And took the golden wreath 1287|For thy golden crown. 1287|She gave it to the maiden, 1287|And she called her queen 1287|Then she took the golden wreath 1287|To her scepter bright; 1287|She placed it from her bosom 1287|In thy golden crown,-- 1287|With these words she kindly 1287|In his heart she placed the wreath. 1287|Then the maiden with her queenly pride 1287|She bore it lovingly, 1287|Of all her pride and power 1287|The fairest wreath was she. 1287|And she to the world 1287|Was no longer lonely,-- 1287|For the stars, in heaven, 1287|Their light would show to every one 1287|As her little feet went ever adown. 1287|But a maiden who in solitude 1287|Saw not her loved and faithful friend, 1287|Was ever sad and lonely too, 1287|For his grief was ever to be known. 1287|But she was a very fair maiden; 1287|And she wore upon her bosom 1287|A veil all golden and purple, 1287|With the wreath still on the veil, 1287|Wreathe it for thy fairest bride. 1287|And she came to the court of the King, 1287|The sovereign of the realms around, 1287|And the court is filled with the joy of it. 1287|She asks of the bridegroom:-- 1287|"What wilt thou do with me?" 1287|He answered her with a face of pride:-- 1287|"No other will I find. 1287|"For thy friend I will not let thee 1287|Be borne away by a stranger. 1287|For the man of thine honour 1287|Is the King of the realms around, 1287|I'm his own bridegroom, 1287|And I will avenge it on him, 1287|If it may be! 'Tis not for me!" 1287|And he led away ======================================== SAMPLE 30030 ======================================== 42051|That, with so great a glory, 42051|You could not tell that you 42051|Were dying. 42051|I know not, therefore, why, 42051|You have kept me waiting 42051|So many days for this. 42051|I waited for you, then. 42051|And, looking upon you, 42051|I fear that I have waited. 42051|Therefore I come; 42051|Come down from the sky, 42051|And upon us the light. 42051|Come, as of yore, 42051|The winds, in the old-time mood, 42051|Breathed the song of peace and of promise 42051|Athwart that wide-open space of summer; 42051|When the trees, that stood 42051|For a thousand summer-days 42051|Hid all their beauty in one azure flood. 42051|I watched them as they whispered: "The time is gone, 42051|And we have come to end our old friendship. 42051|But for one day more, 42051|Oh, let us watch once more the world of birds, 42051|And the sea, and the sun, and all the flowers!" 42051|And you, great Bird of the North Wind, 42051|Poured forth your heart 42051|In that great message of farewell to me,-- 42051|In that last strange of farewells I received 42051|From the dead leaves of the living world:-- 42051|"All things are good. 42051|And the sweet, green earth. 42051|And the clear, dark clouds. 42051|And your soul, dear bird; 42051|And your heart, my dear; 42051|And the night-breeze, 42051|And that white moon." 42051|Oh, what avails it that the heart of Eve 42051|Woke to a secret passion for the Tree of Life, 42051|As well as the Tree of Knowledge?-- 42051|That the dead leaves' memory to the soul 42051|Of that dead bird was so closely akin, 42051|She seemed in so many senses to be part 42051|Of the same living spirit. 42051|Not all the flowers which kiss the June sky 42051|Could make love to that secret beauty; 42051|The pure moon was not half so keen to win 42051|The heart of one who watched in that dim light, 42051|And had lived with that unknown soul of hers. 42051|Not all the souls of those who watch at night 42051|With eyes of wonder and a heart of awe 42051|In the green desert of the unknown West, 42051|As we sat listening to the secret Spring, 42051|Not such a secret to that soul of ours; 42051|The soul of one who, from the world withdrawn, 42051|Was watching earth's last dawning and its death, 42051|And all its mystery. 42051|She was the first of all,--an angel's child 42051|Whose life was of the spring, whose life was breath 42051|Of the new blood, shed on Earth by Gods whose feet 42051|Roved worlds afar. 42051|And when she touched earth, 42051|There was no morning like the Spring that year, 42051|No sunset like the Summer,--no day 42051|Like Harvest. But, when Earth, all her breath 42051|Stirred by the rapturous breath of Spring, was still, 42051|I saw, with one bright image in my soul, 42051|The image of one star, a star of heaven. 42051|And then another. And another, till 42051|Each had taken wing, and fled, and seemed to shine 42051|Upon my soul, and round I struggled and fought 42051|To find myself, alone, upon that star! 42051|_To S. N. ZEPHYR of the South, 42051|TAMPA, August, 18_.) 42051|"_Why did she love me, dearest, so? 42051|Could I not dream of all the pain 42051|That she had borne for me? 42051|And could I not think of all the wrong 42051|She had made alone, for me?_" 42051|And from the heart of the old man took 42051|The silence of the sunset; and, ======================================== SAMPLE 30040 ======================================== 18238|I see the white-stone of the oaken chestnut 18238|Grow to the sky of it, 18238|I know when a great town's in me country. 18238|You, as you speed, on a night train 18238|From the train house, you remember. 18238|The night is gray 18238|As the old 18238|That holds you and holds 18238|Its souls. 18238|By the dim window, 18238|You can hear a bird's 18238|Unwelcome tune. 18238|And I hear you, 18238|For I have heard you 18238|In the past. 18238|I see the old 18238|Boughs and boughs, 18238|I see them grow 18238|From seed and root. 18238|And in that forest 18238|There is no change, 18238|Save when, at dusk, 18238|At a sign of lightning 18238|I hear you ring. 18238|"Come to the door!" 18238|It is said on a night train 18238|From the train house, you remember 18238|A night train from the city. 18238|The night is gray, 18238|There are no trains 18238|From the station to the house on the hill, 18238|There is no house with a roof on it, 18238|But a door with a key in the key hole, 18238|And a latch, 18238|And a bar 18238|And a latch 18238|And a bar! 18238|And in the forest 18238|There is no change, 18238|There is no light, 18238|But a tree, a tree, at the door of a tree, 18238|With a lantern to light it, a flash! 18238|And in that forest 18238|There is no change, 18238|But a tree, a tree, at the door of a tree, 18238|With a lantern lighted, a flash! 18238|Birds and nightingales! 18238|For the day! 18238|I love you all! 18238|I loved a girl once as long as I can remember; 18238|I loved her sometimes, sometimes I forgot her. 18238|I love the old 18238|As much as the new, 18238|The old as much as the new 18238|As much as the old! 18238|What I said is as sad as it is harsh, 18238|All the time it stands 18238|With the new with the old, 18238|I love as much as the new 18238|As much as the new, 18238|I love as much as the old 18238|As much as the old! 18238|In the days of thy youth, O, how wept with sighs, 18238|When the heart of me too loved, as I sang of love! 18238|It may have been when I was young. 18238|It may indeed have been then! 18238|We were lovers of an age, and I in my prime, 18238|And of a long, long time! 18238|It may have been long ago, yet my spirit is there, 18238|And echoes the tones of memory's wild nightingale, 18238|That sung the songs of thy youth in the years of mine, 18238|In the hours of my youth, long ago! 18238|I had walked with a smile upon my lips 18238|Some summer day, when all his eyes were blue, 18238|One in the morning. 18238|Or a wind swept me with a golden hand 18238|And brought me a note of beauty and of pain,-- 18238|A thing for music, I said, 18238|And I sat and listened and sighed with the rest, 18238|And the song went still with the rest! 18238|What does it matter or how high the road, 18238|What do I care or what the price, 18238|If the song have content. 18238|What matter whether the tune is sweet, 18238|Or the song be music at all? 18238|The end of the world has come and the road is mine, 18238|So I must go on to the next, 18238|And to-morrow I'm with him again 18238|Who loves the old song! ======================================== SAMPLE 30050 ======================================== 615|For he had slain our chief, the bravest that had been 615|Since Arthur came from France, in that he bore 615|The westering sun too far into the sea; 615|For, after him, his brother, by his force 615|O'erleapt from out the wall, and there to dwell 615|With Barbaric, was the same that he had slain. 615|For his was a bold spirit when these men spied: 615|He, with great glory, with his limbs had left 615|The wood, and, in his hollow vessel borne, 615|Wandered toward the sea, a welcome guest. 615|Beside Orlando, as he came, he found 615|Cilina, by whom so oft she past away 615|From that which here we see, the river of gold. 615|Her brother first to speak, Orlando said, 615|"What are these people that ye see along? 615|Whence are they, and whence are they forsaken? 615|And what their cause of coming hither to thee." 615|The lady, who was weeping, thus exclaimed: 615|"Why am I here? wherefore is this I appear? 615|To what occasion, what, am I hither led?" 615|Orlando, on this, as in her he would, 615|Reported: "You must descry well the truth, 615|Happier, if you were not made a queen. 615|Now is your sister's husband by another; 615|This one hath better wealth, and better suit: 615|His are all the riches of our land and crown; 615|And he comes hither, who, when such be fate, 615|Powers the same with great dominion. Of his sire 615|There is no more the trace: for him in scorn 615|No parent of his blood, so fierce a boast 615|Loved not to prove his lineage, and who bore 615|In life and death his rival's guerdon. He 615|Who of his birth and morn in silence keeps, 615|Not only honour and good-will to show, 615|But he from the beginning has been thine. 615|This is no king; for in this realm the man 615|Who with himself is lord, must needs be lord. 615|The man whom other kings have held indeed, 615|And ever in the land shall hold the crown, 615|Is, or shall hold it, of himself, no more 615|Than he whose birth and lineage no one sings. 615|"And you, who well should know he is none thine, 615|But by the more illustrious, are the man 615|Of him, so long to this end will he employ 615|To conquer, that without thee he be undone. 615|What would we with the French, if it were known, 615|That he should conquer France, and him remain, 615|Or in Britain, or in any land?" 615|To him Orlando cried: "Now let me see 615|How you will show the proof in which I sue." 615|This of himself he then disclosed, who bare 615|This from the prince: then, "Sir, as it may chance, 615|'Tis a false witness, and has caused your care. 615|If you the truth shall find, by you secure, 615|Your courteous lord, your prince will prove untrue. 615|"And if by others known, for your defence, 615|'Tis certain many, in my mind, I knew, 615|Who was another; but for truth you need: 615|Since with that king in war, if that to know, 615|The same have evermore I sworn and pined. 615|I in the list of champions, through the world, 615|Am known; and, while in your sovereign empire 615|I hold my empire, ye beheld me all, 615|And knew me when a champion for your sake. 615|My honour too, if known, no one will question, 615|So in the lists of champions you were found. 615|You shall in every thing that evermore 615|Happened to me, know, and you shall be deemed, 615|For my success in war, and when you rest, 615|What place aye shall found in my remembrance. 615|"And for this favour were I worthy, so 615|Have you the right, to speak my purpose clear. 615|I, though the count Orlando's son ======================================== SAMPLE 30060 ======================================== 29345|In the morning or at night, 29345|From the morning or from night, 29345|Telling how the rain or the storm 29345|Had been good to you, 29345|As you were lying waiting 29345|I must go, I must go. 29345|I must go, I must go 29345|To the very end of all the years, 29345|The end of all the ways I knew, 29345|The end of all the places 29345|Where I had been on the great roads. 29345|I must go to their great end, 29345|To the end of all the old ways, 29345|To the end of the old ways, 29345|The end of them all, the great old ways. 29345|No roads can outlast the day. 29345|You will see them and be glad. 29345|If I was a soldier then, would you follow me to battles won? 29345|No, I would go out of doors 29345|With the birds in the bush and the song in the bush, 29345|With the smell in the bush and a heart for the sun, 29345|With the grass on my grave, 29345|And the sun in my sky 29345|And the birds for my soul! 29345|They are not soldiers who fight and die 29345|In the fighting days of fifty years ago: 29345|They are not the soldiers who, like the blue-birds at night, 29345|Leave their nests of sand and come up here to sing. 29345|They are not the soldiers who, singing as they do, 29345|Tear their songs into little verses, and leave 29345|The songsters of the air 29345|To say, "He was not without skill, 29345|He did but swerve from his path." 29345|These are not the soldiers who make the moan 29345|When the foe mounts up in fury at the wall, 29345|Or makes the shout in the twilight when the stars 29345|Have come back once more--"Peace, full quiet, go!" 29345|But these are the soldiers who, when the night 29345|Has come down all a-shivering like a fawn, 29345|Stand ready for the sudden rush of men 29345|To give them their due, 29345|When the last of the great enemy shall fall 29345|In the awful hour they shall be dead or gone. 29345|They have fought for the right for forty years. 29345|The old ones with faces of sorrow and fear, 29345|Men who made a good name, a name they knew, 29345|The children in the front of my army, 29345|In fifty years they have come and gone. 29345|It is the time of flowers: 29345|And the garden in the winter time 29345|Was very tired of the flowers' flowers, 29345|And the old, old garden of dreams 29345|No longer is tired of flowers. 29345|Oh, here in the house, in the garden of dreams, 29345|We know the hours! We hear the sobbing 29345|The hour goes by. 29345|We know the minutes fly. 29345|The hours so long they are glad in their joy, 29345|The days so thin, but so full of meaning, 29345|The things so long we are full of wonder 29345|That make this our solace. 29345|It is the time of roses, 29345|And in the garden, in the garden of dreams, 29345|The roses are happy to belong 29345|To all who come, 29345|Each with the heart of a child 29345|And no one looking at his heart 29345|As if it might be changed, 29345|We know the hours 29345|So long they are glad in the joy of the hours. 29345|There's a road that runs, 29345|And there's a road that's long, 29345|But it only takes me 29345|An hour to the town-- 29345|And it only takes me an hour 29345|To the town of Outhwaite. 29345|Oh, I can walk an hour, 29345|I can laugh, I can sing, 29345|I can kiss the girl who gave me life, 29345|And maybe give the old man his end! 29345|I can help ======================================== SAMPLE 30070 ======================================== 3255|I stand on my old sand-hills, where the winds do blow, 3255|And the little hills go gliding up the hill away. 3255|There when I live lie, then, with one glass of water, 3255|And the world in its old picture, old glory, again. 3255|The past is far away, and the future of me, 3255|So far away: the present and future have power 3255|To drive me mad with the sense of the things to be, 3255|As I go round and round the old hills that bring me back 3255|To that place of childhood and the green-clad hill-side. 3255|A long while ago I stood and looked at it, 3255|And thought 'twould have been quite delightful 3255|To live there. Old friends had used before there were 3255|A human kind of feeling to be called 'land.' 3255|And as I looked upon it I thought 'twould have 3255|Been pleasant to live there; 3255|It would have been lovely to live in it, too.' 3255|I look'd and looked, but the distant hills were there. 3255|I had forgotten that the hill was the hill, 3255|And the hills in the woods were not more there, 3255|Nor hills in the world more lonelily green. 3255|But now I look at them, and I cannot say 3255|That I could have enjoyed them that I did not then. 3255|I have not been in this place in long ago; 3255|And I know not what came over me there, 3255|But I know that in it I did not wish to live; 3255|I knew not, therefore, that a deep fear had been 3255|Pressed upon me. The hills, and their hill-roofed glade, 3255|And the hill-tops in whose glimmering light I saw 3255|Gleams of the future, and whom I may know not, 3255|And who, I hope, will pass, but a light to bring 3255|Glimmering unto me on those days of long ago. 3255|So the long years go by, and I, I know not why 3255|At all: I see them, and I see them slowly go 3255|Through the old haunts of a life that is unknown. 3255|But something, of a joyous life, comes over me, 3255|And something which I know not why or how is past. 3255|And the hills are as happy as happy can be; 3255|It matters not if joys grow dim or grow sweet, 3255|The joy I know is all that the hills have brought. 3255|I feel the joy and the pain for the things that are; 3255|I find life well worth living if there were none. 3255|There are times--perhaps I shall be one of these 3255|In the distant years--when this little house will be 3255|A place of no little worth, and I may go 3255|Away from it, and no more--that is all. 3255|I shall not remember that in the life below. 3255|No, but I know that they say to mortals 'tis so.' 3255|I may forget, if they would, that the great hills still 3255|Owe their heart's best things to me, and I may go 3255|Away from that place to a place of no more. 3255|I have not lived in that place, and so will not; 3255|But the old hills may forget, I have heard them say 3255|That they do not, and the hills may not forget. 3255|And I shall not be at that place that must be, 3255|Being still here in the place where is my old home. 3255|Though they say the hills, and the hills, and the hills, 3255|And it must be I know not whether they say so 3255|Whether they say that I would, and would not, go 3255|Along with them to our world of the land of dreams 3255|Away from the hill-tops and their world of dream; 3255|Or if they say 'tis I that go, and not 'I,' 3255|I shall not know; and where I am shall be forgotten 3255|As unkindly. What 'twas that made ======================================== SAMPLE 30080 ======================================== 24334|Till I _look_ round. 24334|The sun is in the sky, 24334|A thousand lads are out; 24334|The women all cry: "Aye, aye!" 24334|The fire-tongued girl has vowed 24334|To break one of the eggs in two. 24334|The day breaks in the sky; 24334|The house is burning red; 24334|But there's a little green-robe 24334|That runs from the house to the roof; 24334|The lads can find a place, 24334|Away from the roaring fire, 24334|To sit and wait for awhile, 24334|For a little bit of sky. 24334|I think it would be a smart 24334|And pleasing thing to lie here 24334|With my back against that window-pane; 24334|Or to make myself a chair 24334|And my hands by the back-door door, 24334|Sit and catch my breath of cool. 24334|To do this, the back-door room, 24334|To sit through the dark and quiet 24334|With a book by this same window 24334|Would not be a bad thing with tea." 24334|The man rose up with the dawn, 24334|And he took with him a bow; 24334|Then again a message, "Gentleman, 24334|We're off! we're off, for we're sailing 24334|Into the Western sea. 24334|"And if you've any fish 24334|Or game, leave them here. 24334|The seas are blue and white for us 24334|And the weather is fine; 24334|A bit of ship,--the world 's so wide, 24334|We have but to stretch a hand. 24334|"So if you don't mind,--don't forget 24334|That this is our 'Fancy,'-- 24334|A pretty craft, with fancy sails, 24334|And a pretty crew,--you'll see. 24334|"And in fact, in fact, now, 24334|For we are a pretty lot, we think; 24334|So let us be at rest, with 24334|The stars, like them, all out of sight. 24334|"In fact, there's only one I mind: 24334|When the breeze makes our little boat 24334|So full of merry noise and spark, 24334|There's some wild fish among us all, 24334|And she's ours for any one. 24334|"She's a pretty vessel--no, 24334|I'm going there to-morrow; 24334|And you, if you haven't forgot, 24334|Will take a picture of what we go about." 24334|I don't think 24334|You ever saw a sail like this, 24334|A wind-marshaled barge 24334|Of men, as fine-toof, as gay 24334|And boundful as a tropic state, 24334|Swelling with joy in the air,-- 24334|A thing of steel and brass and leather, 24334|Set up like a hulle-rich duress, 24334|And filled with men, and bounding along 24334|While you and I, by way of picture-play, 24334|Sit snug and hold our breath. 24334|For here and there in this our little barge 24334|There rests a man as fine as you or I; 24334|Here's many a sailor on a level ground,-- 24334|And many more--who have nothing in the way 24334|Of laughing often as they rest upon their bows, 24334|To watch the wiggly-waggly seas that pass, 24334|While we--in truth--are very, very dull. 24334|And so, when this sweet boat sails 24334|Back to her home, by that green sea-shore, 24334|There'll still be me and you, (with the rest) 24334|In a dusky old ship of twenty-five. 24334|The morning's bright, and you smile so: 24334|"Is it dawn or dusk?" you ask with a smile-- 24334|Then, before you can answer, there's a crack 24334|And all's wrong with the world. In the end 24334|You say ======================================== SAMPLE 30090 ======================================== 38549|And from his brydale his fawcy hande doth pull. 38549|To the sweet song of Orpheus he came at last, 38549|With all his art to do his hyllis right: 38549|And in the hyldromes of Orpheus he founde a lyre, 38549|That was by Phoebus made, and by his selfe made 38549|For him, his selfe sing, for him, his selfe sing. 38549|Such magic touch, such magic music did he bring 38549|To the first art of singing, singing that alone, 38549|Wherewith he made the lyre in which he sing, 38549|The ever-singene Muse. 38549|Then was his song so melable, such goodly fleshes 38549|Made, which had no part in the earth, but was 38549|Of true earth sweet, and true earth dear. 38549|His singing was for earth, and not for gold, 38549|His lyre for gold, his selfe in such a lyke 38549|As of himselfe most might be thought to sing. 38549|And so he sang, and all his art was such, 38549|That the world could not him behold. 38549|A rich ditty of this his selfe he sung, 38549|Of a new lyre, and of new lyfe, 38549|To his new friend the Muses, for the sound 38549|Of his lyfe, to their new voice inclin'd, 38549|For their sweet music, he had so compleat. 38549|But his new friend, alas! had all 38549|For money lost, as they were none. 38549|For there was none but would consent to heare 38549|The deare story he doote rehearse, 38549|But all his art was, to make him know, 38549|That in his soft voice was there none such. 38549|And when the Muses so enamour'd him, 38549|That he thought not to hide himselfe with art, 38549|It was their sweet lyfe that him did greet. 38549|Thus did his lyfe for ever mixt 38549|With their sweet soundes: by dawes, by dale, 38549|He founde his owne lyfe in their soundes, 38549|And in their sweete notes moste mellowes 38549|That he with other melodyes might greet, 38549|And in such sweetnesses his song would heare 38549|As the sweet-fac'd bee that first doth fry. 38549|Then all the loyall World the same must do, 38549|That none other lyfe can dote on; 38549|For he was lyfe and true lyfe to ly. 38549|And to be call'd his friend did he resign, 38549|And his selfe he made his lyfe to put 38549|From his ungentle handes the lyfe to call 38549|From his false lyfe, and his true lyfe repine: 38549|And what it cou'd doe, it cou'd doe indeed 38549|And at last he was slayn with dyseakness, 38549|That dyde did leave him to dyseakness. 38549|He was so lyke, that he careth for himselfe 38549|And his lyfe, as the lyfe is lefte of it. 38549|For ever as he sang, so dyde he, 38549|That the lyfe's in his lowd lyrics quite 38549|Raign and doe confound them: though he lygged 38549|With him, nor made his words onely sweet. 38549|And there he was lyke to his lyfe, no daw 38549|Of his lyfe ever did he ever sing. 38549|O Lyf, the deere was thy life, 38549|Whom I, a lyfe of folly, 38549|Have make'd a worke with folly. 38549|For if I had but seen thee, 38549|Lyfe, I would not have dyde 38549|For lyfe, that could my lyfe save. 38549|But because thy heart was wrought 38549|With the best works of man; 38549|And that thou couldst not but see 38549|What I did see and finde ======================================== SAMPLE 30100 ======================================== May no ill-taste 1358|Of any evil omen come 1358|Into the house to hurt the wife. 1358|May no evil breath 1358|Interfere with that perfect rest 1358|Which the wise man best obtains. 1358|The husband may not say, 1358|Abandon'd forever to wife, 1358|'In these hard, rough stairs I tread, 1358|The steps of a true wife and true knight.' 1358|But we shall be strong, 1358|And we shall have the skill 1358|To walk with one another hence. 1358|We shall not fear 1358|The sharpest stroke of fate 1358|When either you or I 1358|Lose life in stair or door, 1358|Or in the hall of state. 1358|The wife may love, 1358|Her husband leave: 1358|But me--well, I've but one love, 1358|I serve that one, O King-- 1358|And God keep me for his sake!" 1358|Thus saying, round the walls 1358|Of Canterbury town 1358|A thousand little alarms, 1358|And little maids with faces bright, 1358|Bade jealous eyes o'erlookers creep; 1358|And, from the houses, and from walks, 1358|The merry maids at dawn-tide played. 1358|Then, when the winds and waters roar 1358|About the little house on fire, 1358|Or round it, or on cloudy nights 1358|The roaring fire-wood shakes; 1358|The little window, made of wood, 1358|The latch, of brass, might rivet fast; 1358|But the brave heart of the brave maid 1358|Could never be, though all might try, 1358|Save that which kept her true and true 1358|And her good knight who loved her so, 1358|The King and wife, stood straight and strong, 1358|As men that very morning 1358|A-heaving Wales up from the sea, 1358|Or mountain-ash in May. 1358|The King would pass 1358|Around the house, with many a word, 1358|For fear of midnight's chill, 1358|And that the Queen the light might show, 1358|And those two knights, with look so glad, 1358|Who came to ask their father's fate 1358|And come to tell their love. 1358|They came, but never found the King, 1358|But he had brought to mind his word, 1358|Not that same night at Christmas, 1358|And all around that house no light: 1358|He was afraid if he should hear 1358|That voice, the Queen's, in sleep be heard, 1358|He might awake in sorrow there-- 1358|O King, that voice is wrong or right. 1358|Say, is't not, Prince, the way to go 1358|To seek that voice, the true one sure, 1358|Which, from the time of Adam alone, 1358|Hides in the house of Christ divine? 1358|Is this not right? no house of Christ 1358|Could not, no, not hear that voice divine-- 1358|Hear the true words the way I've used. 1358|I have heard it in dreams; but now 1358|If it be right, good for me indeed. 1358|The night went on, and night and day 1358|The house in dream-land overrose; 1358|And when day drew round the tower,-- 1358|O King, they knew, and none could doubt, 1358|That these were two men of grace 1358|And men of knightly bearing, all in one. 1358|Nor heard they knight, nor lovedard told 1358|The King of all his court at court; 1358|But oft, at midnight after midnight, 1358|They heard his sword of steel in lance's sheath, 1358|And oft his noble steed at bay, 1358|His stately charger in the glade 1358|Bounding upon his little shire, 1358|With the proud stride of a bold man, 1358|But in bed or on the bridge, 1358|With many a dream and fond deception 1358|Of that great ======================================== SAMPLE 30110 ======================================== 22803|The night of sorrow and of sorrow 22803|To the sea-beaten heart in whose end is 22803|The heart of man. 22803|The night of sorrow and of sorrow 22803|Of a death so sudden, 22803|Of an end so like, so like 22803|That where you stood, the earth heard not, 22803|Nor heard nor could we know, 22803|A moment passed, a moment passing 22803|In silent death. 22803|But when the dreadful sound came, "Forbear!" 22803|It came from the dark, the darkness 22803|That is the fount of light, 22803|The dark that holds out the peaks 22803|At evening to the night; 22803|And from the depths of night 22803|The hour hand of the hour-star 22803|Rained down. 22803|It is that hour, that instant 22803|Of the doom-gift coming, 22803|Of you and me to end 22803|In the sea, with the tide of life, 22803|With the tides of death. 22803|We are the sea-birds, 22803|And we die, but live again; 22803|For when we fly, we have our own 22803|Great world, and on our own 22803|World, though outcasts. 22803|Our life is long 22803|Of a death so sudden, 22803|Of pain, of pain; but we 22803|Can give the world our breath 22803|In the seas of death. 22803|When I am dead, for all the sorrow 22803|In this day that stands between us, 22803|We shall not stand in joy to greet thee? 22803|Ah, no, we shall not say farewell! 22803|For we have lived, and had, and kept 22803|A thousand years between us, 22803|And never made thee meet 22803|With eyes so fair and glad. 22803|Not so--I should not care to part with 22803|An hour, sweet face and tender arms; 22803|This is a dream of mine, dear friend, where 22803|Time's heart beats not, 22803|But beats in many ways 22803|For a dream of a kiss. 22803|But come--that day, 22803|When we meet it shall be as that 22803|The days and nights we've lived are past, 22803|As the days and nights we've sped. 22803|We shall meet in that day 22803|As when we set hands on earth, 22803|And kiss hand on goodbye 22803|And kiss at the last. 22803|The eyes shall witness, 22803|The hands witness, we witness 22803|What was not, what had been, 22803|We know not what shall be. 22803|And at the last we two 22803|Shall stand up for the promise 22803|Of one who loves us so. 22803|Where art thou? 22803|I am where most thou art, 22803|And more than any soul: 22803|But when thou'rt sadest, 22803|O brightest? 22803|I am all thou need'st, 22803|The days may grow more rare, 22803|The nights may dim thy face 22803|But I know thee best 22803|At twilight time, 22803|When the land grows cold. 22803|I knew thee where thou wast 22803|Amid the waves below, 22803|And I know how thou wert lost, 22803|And my heart is not for tears, 22803|And my hand does not fold thee 22803|So warm, so still, a child 22803|But for me, I know thee best 22803|When the day is done, 22803|When the land grows cold. 22803|O day with wavy forehead, 22803|I know where thou wast-- 22803|I know where the night is, 22803|When a day was had: 22803|By the shores of the sea, 22803|When the day's a day, 22803|When the morning is near. 22803|Sorrow and joy that meet, 22803|My sweet is my soul; 22803|But the day of the days is late 22803|And the days are lost; ======================================== SAMPLE 30120 ======================================== 27221|The proudest souls aspire to the sublime! 27221|Thou lov'st the rich, the bold, the lovely Maid 27221|Whom Fame and Love together now deign'd to grace. 27221|Nor long their fond affection to restrain. 27221|One instant's loss,--one breath of power resigned, 27221|The happy pair in love's sweet power remain; 27221|And when, with clasp'd hands, a last farewells give 27221|To each dear object to which thou lov'st, 27221|Thine only Love to Fancy seems to move. 27221|The night is come; the cresset sings; 27221|The lamps in glimmering rows advance; 27221|And through yon frosty windows, wan, 27221|Glances the sad Departed Day. 27221|Now the pale radiance of the moon, 27221|Faint and far off, through cloudy air 27221|Pours on the mournful crowd her crimson beam, 27221|And, while the lingering heart she warms, 27221|Sheds her soft light on joyless breast. 27221|And lo! the scene on which our tear 27221|Will never dar'st water move: 27221|The widow's lonely cot alone, 27221|The weary wretch within the throng, 27221|The transient years as pictures vain, 27221|As the fleeting dreams that glow in youth. 27221|No tears bedew her mournful floor, 27221|No years of toil and care embrew 27221|Each look and every thought are laid 27221|Within the bosom of the Maid. 27221|Let not the poet's art beguile 27221|The sacred causes of her woe: 27221|Far otherwise were the poor plight 27221|Of man, the scorn of man to bring. 27221|Nature can make a throne of earth, 27221|And man must fall beneath its shade; 27221|But from her hand let norays arise, 27221|But light in darkness cull the dew; 27221|Man only must the source of wrong 27221|Of malice, bitterness, or scorn; 27221|And the true heart must bear the sway 27221|Of the world, or else the world's the home. 27221|Yet human love is ever found, 27221|That dares not hide itself behind, 27221|And if its light, like day on seas, 27221|A ship upon life must steer; 27221|'Tis love of human friendship's fire, 27221|That lights the cask, and sets the bar, 27221|And with its light, through dark or bright, 27221|The heart in heaven, in earth, or hell. 27221|The poor-man's sons, whom their father keeps, 27221|And from his eye who never sees, 27221|To all the wealth of nature flows; 27221|The rich man's sons are but his slaves. 27221|A beggar's child, a prince's, a king's, 27221|Can love, and yet be fond and true. 27221|A beggar's child, a prince's, a king's, 27221|Can love, and yet be fond and true. 27221|What life is in the heart bestow'd 27221|On one can hardly be display'd 27221|On any number, on any sire; 27221|Cannot be the life of great or small, 27221|Or aye the love of father more or less. 27221|The poor-man's son can ne'er be he: 27221|All-wise as be the kings in earth, 27221|The heart can feel to one alone 27221|Is but the passion of the mind. 27221|The wealthy man's son can love all, 27221|But still the poor man's heart alone. 27221|All hearts are cruel when they're press'd 27221|By other hearts to suffer woe. 27221|It is a curse the poorest to bear 27221|When others may their poverty feed. 27221|Man's cruel heart is cruel least 27221|When others' cruel hearts are nigh. 27221|Each loves himself with a cold, 27221|And is a stranger to mankind; 27221|And to himself unknown; 27221|All are as their own reproach, 27221|All ======================================== SAMPLE 30130 ======================================== 1304|To you I would confide, 1304|The one I adore is my own bosom, 1304|The other is my Love. 1304|So to the meadows green, 1304|Down by the honeyed river, 1304|We will stray and linger, 1304|Lover and May! 1304|'Twas just a little brook, 1304|And just a lazy spring-- 1304|In the wide world's eye, 1304|It was lost! Lost!--lost forever! 1304|O that I might lie down and languish on! 1304|But I have found my brook again, and so 1304|I languish not, I am happy again. 1304|So till death come to claim me by the head, 1304|I will ne'er retire--and I'm happier still! 1304|The day is ending, 1304|Now the starlight 1304|Streams over 1304|Each mossy stone. 1304|What has been so sweet, 1304|Since the first flowers 1304|Laid down their woe 1304|In the sod? 1304|What has been more sweet, 1304|Since the first hours 1304|Of the day 1304|Grew so fair? 1304|What has been more sweet, 1304|Since the first hours 1304|Of the day 1304|Grew so fair, 1304|Since my love came 1304|Out of the west, 1304|Out of the west, 1304|Out of the west, 1304|And laid her head 1304|On my bosom, 1304|On my bosom, 1304|On my bosom, 1304|Where my angel lies? 1304|Down in the meadows 1304|By the woodside, 1304|Where the yellow squash-pies grow, 1304|When the dew is on the clover, 1304|Where the song-birds sing so clear, 1304|Where the water-fowl wheel and flee, 1304|Where the daisy lies, white and pure, 1304|Under the willow-bushy oak-- 1304|Where my love lies, white and pure? 1304|When at eve home we drove, 1304|Under the spreading chestnut-tree, 1304|'Neath the spreading chestnut-tree; 1304|She was young and careless, 1304|She was careless of her beauty; 1304|He was old and sagacious, 1304|He was always weary. 1304|Under the bending hawthorn-brambles 1304|At the wood's close we meet; 1304|He is young, and she is old; 1304|But we talk the live-long day 1304|Of the one we never may see more. 1304|At the wood's close we meet; 1304|"She is young," he sighs and weeps, 1304|"She is old," he smiles and weeps; 1304|But we always say the warmest words, 1304|And we grieve the most while we speak. 1304|At the wood's close we meet; 1304|"She is old," he sighs and weeps, 1304|"She is always weary," he weeps; 1304|But we mumble something low, 1304|And she answers warmly, 1304|With a merry half-smile in her eye. 1304|The water-bucket in the sun, 1304|Beneath the water-bucket, 1304|Tells me that Neptune reigneth king 1304|In the sunny island, Keihyama. 1304|How noisy the voices of the breeze! 1304|With the kettledrum of a winter wind 1304|It makes a winter palace ring. 1304|'Tis a tempest with the bells of hell 1304|Blowing from Keihyama's chimney-top! 1304|Is the city fire a fire confined 1304|In the church-purgatory, Bonfire-blue, 1304|Flaring in the dark, or hidden? 1304|The kettledrum-bowl in the wind is full 1304|Of liquor fine--of liquor it is hot; 1304|But I would be a coward and drink out 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 30140 ======================================== 25681|She hath her sweetheart to keep. 25681|So sweet she is, and she lives on the water, 25681|With some one to tend her side. 25681|For it is only her lover the fair Diana, 25681|Who comes to woo her there. 25681|The fair Diana, who is so white, 25681|'Tis known that she is true, 25681|And never takes a fairer and finer lover, 25681|Than she does to Diana. 25681|To-day I saw this fair Diana on her way, 25681|When she passed me and I stopped to listen, 25681|And I heard a gentle sigh from Diana's heart, 25681|As she drew near to Diana. 25681|So Diana walks in peace on the ocean waves, 25681|To-day so peaceful and fair, 25681|And brings sweet kisses to the fair Diana, 25681|A true and loyal lover. 25681|When thou art happy, sweetheart, I'll never complain, 25681|Thou art the reason of my peace; 25681|When thou art happy I will never complain, 25681|Though I be a beggar in debt. 25681|When thou art happy I will never complain, 25681|Thy heart is all that is left me now; 25681|And when thou art happy I will not complain, 25681|Till thou art content with that, and then 25681|I'll complain till my ears ring, and till thou tramp, 25681|Along the streets and at the fairs. 25681|Oh, sweetheart, never to complain in future, 25681|From the day I've loved thee I ne'er can see, 25681|The day I can never complain, 25681|When you live and I cannot live, my dear, 25681|But to wish myself content with life. 25681|You say, my Sweet, with a sigh, if it please you, 25681|That you didst love me more than I can tell; 25681|But your love did not, I believe, more please me, 25681|For I love the one who I shall never see. 25681|I love you, Sweet, with a love so great 25681|That I can die ere I can love you again; 25681|Yet even your love's true love still more endears me, 25681|Because you love me truly as you ought to do: 25681|Therefore this one little wish, Dear, you give me, 25681|That I in love as in dear you love me. 25681|I love you, Dear, with a love so deep 25681|That I need die ere I can love you more; 25681|Yet even your love's true love still more endears me, 25681|Because you love me truly as you ought to do: 25681|Therefore this one wish, Dear, you give me, 25681|That I in love as in dear you love me. 25681|Dear, were you ever but away 25681|With the wind or the rain, 25681|And the night were ever so far 25681|From the day you were gone. 25681|Dear, were you ever but above 25681|The wind's swift steps, or the rain's cold, 25681|Within my sheltering breast, 25681|Where no windy, dreary, stormy hours 25681|Ever, ever can come. 25681|But the rain, I say, you can't forget, 25681|And the sun, I think, 25681|And the bright bright bright clouds you must know 25681|When you would look and say: "Be still." 25681|But the rain, I say, you cannot forget, 25681|And the clouds, and I,--but you! 25681|The rain, I say, must not be too long 25681|That breaks so suddenly in my breast, 25681|Or the fire will not rise, 25681|And find an obscure way out, 25681|Where you must remain, to-night. 25681|The rain, I say, must not be too long 25681|That breaks so suddenly in my breast, 25681|Or the wind, or the lightning, too, 25681|Find a way that cannot know. 25681|Ah, the little dream is full of bliss, 25681|When you leave me now by the tree, 25681 ======================================== SAMPLE 30150 ======================================== 1030|With the two last oth' to get out, 1030|They had no oth' to stand upon 1030|Till they came to th' gate-house, which had a 1030|Laminate rock upon it, and there stood 1030|The court up to, and a marble staircase. 1030|One of the judges was a gothic knight, 1030|The other was a friar in rags and weed. 1030|They sat at the right foot of the stairs 1030|(As he did not choose to stand on the left hand), 1030|For their minds by the stairs were encumbered, 1030|So they both sat in like manner. So one of them 1030|Stood up on the broken floor, 1030|And the other sat up on the broken stairs, 1030|As they both sat in by the court up to it. 1030|So they both stood up on the broken floor, 1030|As they both sat in, by the court up to it; 1030|And then they both fell down, 1030|As those two judges did fall, and they both to the ground. 1030|Now God wot that this court was all of stone, 1030|All of stone, for his heart it was changed yet. 1030|Now in these times there fell a king 1030|To the which Cromwell had been a vassal, 1030|And he has put all his might into his sword, 1030|Which hath wrought some evil, as ye shall see; 1030|And he hath slain all his men in one day, 1030|That they might not be so by any man cast; 1030|For the king had no men to labour to save, 1030|He had none to minister him in his wrath, 1030|No people at his treasury to summon, 1030|But he had none, for his heart went to the stone. 1030|Now for the court, so high and of a day, 1030|It was like a tempest-blast to him that sate 1030|On the top of a rock, and he was in great fear 1030|Some one might go mad before the door, and thus 1030|Ascend to the realm of that stone king, the king, 1030|The stone king, the king Cromwell did leave, 1030|And thence to hell for his gold did send him, 1030|Because he gave not his high court to one, 1030|That would not take or give him his crown of gold. 1030|So he was gone to the king, his gold to take, 1030|And he was very sorrowful, for he knew 1030|The king could ne'er have a kingdom, nor the court 1030|For the gold; but the king, and his wrath grew hot. 1030|For he said that the gold was not for him brought, 1030|The gold that was brought by Cromwell to make 1030|His crown and hoard, and to make it his shame 1030|For to give it up a king's life to see; 1030|For in his olde time, when he was a child, 1030|He had heard there was but one true king of England, 1030|Who for his glory had no dominion, 1030|But a poor man went begging to be paid 1030|By a poor man, and he had never been yet 1030|But for having his rule and all his treasure 1030|Unto himself by a just and lawful way, 1030|For to serve his high majesty, the king, 1030|That he did serve with all his power and hand, 1030|And that the king himself did never know. 1030|And he would go to court, and go in person 1030|To this stone king, but he was in great dread 1030|That he should have his kingdom, and the court 1030|Should of course cast him down, and make him go 1030|To hell for his gold; and then the stone king 1030|Stood up and spake him out, for in the face 1030|Of his high majesty, the king did stare; 1030|And the king stood up and spake unto him 1030|In such a manner, that the man said, 'Sir, 1030|If you can have no other king but Cromwell, 1030|You have no king, unless I am that one, ======================================== SAMPLE 30160 ======================================== 28591|With love for one, for one-- 28591|But all in vain, for all 28591|They seek him evermore. 28591|What shall I do for you? 28591|What shall I for you? 28591|I do not know; 28591|I cannot say-- 28591|The world of men may know. 28591|Yet if I tried I know 28591|I should not fail, 28591|For all good loves are sweet, 28591|And all true hearts are true. 28591|Then what shall I do for you? 28591|Then what for you? 28591|I cannot say; 28591|And God himself may know. 28591|Then what shall I do for you? 28591|Then what for you? 28591|I can be faithful; 28591|And you can trust-- 28591|I know, because I've tried; 28591|And so, for two, I pray. 28591|Then what shall I do for you? 28591|Then what for you? 28591|I can be true, but not 28591|Sufficient for you; 28591|For I've said, "Trust, but do 28591|As much as you can," 28591|And so if you'd be, I say, 28591|You've nothing to do but be. 28591|For I know, for I've tried; 28591|And so, for two, I pray. 28591|Then what shall I do for you? 28591|Then what for you? 28591|Ah! why this bitter cry, "Be good to him"? 28591|I know that you'll find me neither good nor kind; 28591|And if you'd be kind, why, why not be good? 28591|Be glad, I'm glad that both of us are here 28591|To serve one Master, in his wisdom wise; 28591|For who can be kind if he cannot know. 28591|I know that if I tried to be excellent, 28591|I could not always do what I would have, but still, 28591|For I know very well I cannot know. 28591|The world may say, "Be good to him!" And the world may say, 28591|"Be good to her," and yet not both together be; 28591|Therefore to be kind I shall have neither more to do, 28591|But work both ways, for both are kind, I shall be good, 28591|And all alike be sweet, alike be kind. 28591|Be ready, for your life is waited for 28591|By a friend in heaven. 28591|Be here at the coming of the Sun, 28591|For your work is not over yet-- 28591|Life has not yet begun. 28591|Be here at the setting of the Sun, 28591|For you work is not done, 28591|Your task will not be ended 28591|For a moment yet. 28591|Be here and do your little, day by day, 28591|I think that I say; 28591|For there is always more to do, 28591|No matter where you are. 28591|Be here at the rising of the Sun, 28591|Your task and effort are not done; 28591|Yet even while you work, 28591|You may just as well be dreaming of other things, 28591|For you are too young 28591|To think of the endless task before you lies 28591|And the endless way. 28591|Be here at the setting of the Sun, 28591|Be here at the going of the day; 28591|With a will to accomplish, 28591|Be here at the going of the Sun! 28591|Be here at your work; 28591|Have joy that you are here; 28591|Be ready, for the hands of your fingers are strong-- 28591|Ready, though you are not here. 28591|Have you had your little; 28591|Have the strength that is given; 28591|Be here at the coming of the Sun. 28591|No man has a charm for every thing, 28591|No woman a heart, and yet the same 28591|No man has half a charm for every thing 28591|Or the heart that loveth every thing, 28591|Or a heart that is love-sick for every thing, 28591|Or ======================================== SAMPLE 30170 ======================================== 1287|I feel it; and I hear its voice, 1287|And I can understand it, now! 1287|"Woe is me! woe is me!" 1287|They've forced me to do as he commands, 1287|And they've made me so mad I've learned to hate! 1287|I hate the devil, I hate the king, 1287|They hate my soul for ever! 1287|It never could be so; 1287|To be the victim of those wiles 1287|So foul and treacherous, 1287|And to have thought in vain thyself 1287|My guardian and life! 1287|Yes, there they have my body in, 1287|And they've put it in the car! 1287|Oh, it's well! Oh, it's well, 1287|I have no anger there. 1287|In my poor mood, 1287|If I'd know my fortune better, 1287|I may say just so! 1287|THEY seek me for a hundred, thousand, 1287|A thousand, thousand, thousand 1287|hundred-million far away; 1287|Harken! I hear 'em raving mad, 1287|To the place where I lie! 1287|And the first man, at their approach 1287|Beams with a boundless joy; 1287|He has given that little booty, 1287|And--they're off! oh my God! 1287|To the field they drive-- 1287|That, my children, they can't resist, 1287|In the world so spacious. 1287|The land and all its things are theirs! 1287|What can they do, their little fears? 1287|They have all things at their ease, 1287|So they're in a good humour now. 1287|'Tis the devil! Oh, the devil! 1287|Now I'm free to speak my mind. 1287|I--I am his, and he's my child,-- 1287|(I'm a good child, indeed) 1287|And--he's the devil's! Oh, the devil! 1287|He's the only kind of fool. 1287|What can he do but rob and make 1287|Away the little ones? 1287|He's so crafty and sly, and sly 1287|As is any devil in the land! 1287|And he'll--! I, at last, the devil! 1287|I'll take him to the devil! I'll--! 1287|THE fairies and the unicorns 1287|With a cheerful, playful glee 1287|Are wandering down, as I see, 1287|Into the land of Fairyland! 1287|"Oh, how delightful it is here! 1287|For the air is full of melody, 1287|And a woman's voice is straying 1287|Into the air, which her mother 1287|So affectionately breathed, 1287|Just as if it were her own! 1287|"But who sits there enjoying, 1287|At this enchanted hearth-side, 1287|As it seems to my eager eye, 1287|The fairies and the unicorns?" 1287|The man who has no children, 1287|Who has neither wife, nor sister, 1287|Is the very man I find 1287|So enchantingly smiling! 1287|The man whose house is so large, 1287|His gardens so wide, is the one 1287|I seek, when walking through them. 1287|"Farewell, my daughters! We will, 1287|Like ourselves, our place again"-- 1287|The man who has no children 1287|Is not, alas! a father! 1287|WHEN a little lad 1287|I went to buy me some bread, 1287|I saw a ship in the sky, 1287|A fair little ship, and fly 1287|Down there into the sea. 1287|Then, too, I saw a crew, 1287|Like soldiers in a battle array, 1287|And on their shoulders was a spear. 1287|Then I went and asked, for bread, 1287|For the spears and the spears-end 1287|Went I to make my prayers, 1287|And to all the Saints and Saints ======================================== SAMPLE 30180 ======================================== 1021|But I can hold no more than I've borne, 1021|Because I can't find the right place. 1021|This is the world, this shining place, 1021|That I love so much; 1021|I feel it, as I look at it, 1021|A little too much. 1021|It is always full of light, 1021|It is always glad, 1021|A kind of gladness like to mine, 1021|A sweetness like my own. 1021|The wind is always fair; 1021|The world is always glad; 1021|It is always full of gladness too, 1021|A tenderness no brother knows. 1021|I'm sure, on any day, 1021|I'd rather be 1021|On this far world or any side, 1021|A-laying in my quiet bed. 1021|I'd rather be 1021|On some forest island or desert 1021|Than anywhere near men or ships. 1021|I'd rather be 1021|On the plains of Ethiopia, 1021|Or among the deserts of Morocco. 1021|I know some place is best, 1021|I know more people are more kind, 1021|I know it's wiser, better, better too, 1021|But it's not always summer there. 1021|It's a wiser sort of place to be, 1021|To spend your days in the clear blue air, 1021|And in the white snow-drifted fields, 1021|And in the long, quiet grass, 1021|And in the little stream 1021|Where the wild blackbirds come and go. 1021|It's a prettier time to be, 1021|To wander by the banks of myrtle! 1021|And in the sweet, moist earth, 1021|Where the flowers are sleeping, 1021|And the birches drip and the roses blow. 1021|It's a whiter place than this to be; 1021|It's a quieter way to be; 1021|It's a prettier time, though, to be 1021|In the sweet, moist earth, by the brook. 1021|And a wiser pair to be, 1021|And a wiser pair to be 1021|The lovers' pride, 1021|For they'll say, "She's so fair, she's so rare!" 1021|I know, my love, how I love thee, 1021|O gentle moon, 1021|How tender moon, 1021|How great sweet moon! 1021|And how as thou art rising 1021|Thou show'st to me 1021|How all the stars are but thy eyes. 1021|The rose o'er the mountain-side 1021|Doth lift her head, 1021|The willows wave their arms to thee, 1021|The blue-birds fly 1021|To bid thee rise in lustre bright, 1021|And the wind o'er the willow wand 1021|Repeats the song 1021|In all the world without a stint. 1021|O gentle moon, thy mother 1021|Fights like a dog; 1021|For a hundred miles she scents the air 1021|With a thousand whispers, 1021|And the wild wind that through the boughs 1021|And boughs doth pass, 1021|Is louder pleading, 1021|As she fears for thee on the mountain's brow. 1021|No moon, and the willows 1021|Will not let her come: 1021|And the blue-birds say, "It is vain 1021|To make reply 1021|To the wild wind that through the boughs 1021|And boughs doth pass, 1021|That his breath is too harsh or dearer." 1021|So, gentle moon, I call 1021|Upon the power of your wings that fly 1021|In the same hour that they are born, 1021|To give me a kiss 1021|Of thy lips, my dearest, 1021|To wake my sleep and bring its joy back to me. 1021|All the stars are but thy eyes, 1021|And I love them so. 1021|And if ever the wind, the wind, 1021|Or the wind in the air 1021 ======================================== SAMPLE 30190 ======================================== 1031|In our old house: for we are the same. 1031|I shall lie still and breathe no more; 1031|The cold airs are in thy hair. 1031|I shall sleep all night and shall die 1031|When the morning comes. 1031|If thou wouldst be my lover, make 1031|Thy lips ever fresh and mild, 1031|And give them not for love of me; 1031|Make them thy lips and keep a store 1031|Of kisses, like my mother's milk. 1031|If in those you did believe, 1031|Those lips, for many days should change, 1031|To winter-wind or snow. 1031|If you would love me, keep them clean 1031|And clean of all tart and bad; 1031|Pour out thy milk from out thy thighs 1031|And fill them with snow white wine. 1031|If it were not for the wild grapes 1031|That grow by the green riverside, 1031|I should not wish thee hot and sweet 1031|As I am; but because 1031|I have but small sweet grapes, 1031|White, red, or black, with a sweet juice. 1031|My mother keeps a garden, 1031|The sun shines so bright in the spring, 1031|The roses I would see 1031|Are the young lilies of the water. 1031|It is from this garden I rose, 1031|And am not ashamed thereto; 1031|I came therewithal to live, 1031|And am not ashamed thereto. 1031|The lilies live in the water, 1031|They are white, red and black; 1031|But red comes at the drop of the dew, 1031|And black comes at the change of the tide. 1031|All the leaves of the trees in the fields 1031|Are the young lilies of the water, 1031|And the white flowers look white in the sun, 1031|And the black flowers look red in the moon. 1031|I was born upon a summer day 1031|A boy of the wildest temperance, 1031|Pressed a bag upon his arm, 1031|And my mother made me play with him. 1031|I saw the cotton-belly dates, 1031|I saw the sweet blue-bells growing, 1031|But not one of the scarlet pollens 1031|And the grasses were white as chalk. 1031|I put a penny in my purse, 1031|I watched them plump and plump. 1031|I saw them fly and swim in the river 1031|But not a one of them was mine. 1031|I heard a robin say: "Come hither, 1031|I'll sing thee a song for thee"; 1031|I rolled on the grass, I ran on the bank, 1031|I hatched a gold egg for my nest. 1031|At the worst of the autumnal rains 1031|To my den I run on the floor, 1031|And my mother sings for me: "I will bake thee 1031|A juicy loaf with a toothsome top." 1031|The bread is white, the bread is sour, 1031|My head is blue and my shoulders squared, 1031|My feet are in the water-soles; 1031|I can swim at the sound of the bell; 1031|I was born upon a summer day. 1031|The trees are a-tremble in the breeze, 1031|The winds are in my face, 1031|The water is a-buzzing by my feet, 1031|And my mother sings for me: "Thou shalt breathe 1031|A little deeper in thy boot." 1031|I am not afraid of the rocks, 1031|And the fierce dogs of the wood, 1031|And the great and friendly sky, 1031|And fire-fly lamps that look at me. 1031|Oh, when I am young and tall and free 1031|And can leap on the bush 1031|And dance with the wind-flies, 1031|I will not be a coward 1031|And hide in the water-side. 1031|She was a fairy in a fairy dress, 1031|Flying up the sky, 1031|And with him she sat dreaming all day, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 30200 ======================================== 9889|So he turned to me and said, "That old man!" 9889|But this was only a half-jest courtesy-- 9889|I could hear him whisper, "'_No, the _Cupid_ wasn't here_!'" 9889|One day, when I made me rhymes 9889|And sang my best, 9889|The birds started off in chorus 9889|To choruses three: 9889|"Oh, cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo, 9889|Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo! 9889|Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!" 9889|And at the end thereof 9889|The bird that sang so well, 9889|"Oh, cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo, 9889|Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!" 9889|Till one by one 9889|The others came, 9889|And then, one by one, 9889|Came all the others-- 9889|And so it was no more 9889|"Oh, cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo, 9889|Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!" 9889|I never write to you, dear; 9889|But I am happy--happy 9889|With what you've done for me! 9889|I smile to think your hand 9889|Is on the key I use 9889|When I am getting ready 9889|For the long drive to-night. 9889|Yet still I'm thinking of the 9889|Richest things I own 9889|In this world--oh, I could try 9889|To name them all in rhyme! 9889|The silver pippin twine 9889|Came from somewhere near; 9889|The clover-stalks and all 9889|Your own wide yards afflor 9889|To me are just the same. 9889|I've bought a house, where many 9889|Are sure to stay away; 9889|And yet what's the good thereof-- 9889|The smell of clover! 9889|Yes, I may be rich indeed-- 9889|And yet, darling, I'm poor 9889|As ever I was; for how 9889|Can you and I earn, you and I, 9889|All summer together? 9889|We are grown up together, dear, 9889|To be just like children; 9889|And I can make you certain 9889|The homes of children be 9889|As good as ours! But we--what? 9889|We are grown up together! 9889|I should be rich if you were 9889|Grown sick of being "happy," 9889|And said what I ought to say 9889|In warning you about "care." 9889|I never used to be so sad 9889|In common things, my dear, 9889|As now; you seem to have learned 9889|No use for your sad joys 9889|Now, that they cease upon you! 9889|I could not put you in a band, 9889|As once I did with girls, 9889|Nor go in dances and groups 9889|Among your parents. 9889|Why, you seem to have grown to be 9889|Just what a boy ought to be; 9889|And not one would much mind, 9889|If one had only two! 9889|Your name has grown more like mine, 9889|And mine less, since you have gone 9889|So deeply into our arts; 9889|I have missed reading, and you 9889|Have missed writing. 9889|We have found, you and I, 9889|The time will come when you'll want 9889|To buy you some new d---- 9889|And I'll have my old _yunst_. 9889|I should be glad to pay you something, or you could have me read; 9889|I'd be glad to buy you some new _yunst_. 9889|The man who would fain keep this little book of rhymes 9889|Asunder from our hands, 9889|Whose name is written as a syllable upon the page, 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 30210 ======================================== 20652|And the night wind goes moaning on to sigh. 20652|"Wilt thou, my lady, bring to me 20652|This man whom thou wouldst not have, and know 20652|How sweet his words are, and how sweet his kiss? 20652|Yet, I warrant him, what cares it him? 20652|I loved him; and to me he's a friend. 20652|I loved him; but I loved him too much 20652|Too soon, I fain would see him once again." 20652|The sun was setting, the leaves, a pale green bed 20652|Against the sky, on whose cloudy surface shone 20652|The starlight. "But what care I, or what care I, 20652|Or what to do? I am content to love 20652|Thee, O my love!" he said, and kissed her coldly; 20652|"O lover, I love thee! and I was glad 20652|To let my love in whom I loved, abide 20652|Here on this day among these shining leaves. 20652|Nay, not for thy love, but for thy joy of it-- 20652|For joy of being here and of being free-- 20652|I look across the sunset and my garden 20652|Until I see a star, a star of heaven 20652|Beyond the darkness of this dreary earth." 20652|And the wind in the trees and the leaves, with sighs, said: 20652|Oft into my heart awoke the sun this night! 20652|And there it shined with its star-free light: 20652|A star, a star of heaven; I look across the sunset 20652|To see a star: I love it, and say, too soon, "O love, 20652|For when thine eyes are turned to the face of a friend, 20652|Thou art my man, for thou art all my star and mine!" 20652|And the moon came with her silver ray, 20652|And down the darkening forest went; 20652|For her heart was sad with the thought of the man she loved, 20652|And she went with her fair eyes glistening white with rain. 20652|And out of the night a star came bright; 20652|And all a gold-gleaming sky, 20652|And stars in a golden shower. 20652|Was born and bred in the light of that bright star! 20652|"O star of mine, we were sweet souls wed! 20652|O, was I dreaming, dreaming me? 20652|O, was I sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, too? 20652|O, was I dreaming, dreaming, dreaming me?" 20652|Then a star glowed with light. 20652|The moon looked down and smiled on it: 20652|When the star said softly, "I sleep," 20652|Then the moon looked down in the star's eye 20652|And smiled on it without a sigh: 20652|When the star said, "I wake," the moon grew very pale-- 20652|And the man and the moon, and the stars, and the moon, 20652|Were gone down into the darkness of the night; 20652|And I knew that I loved, and that love was sweet, 20652|And that love was strong and sure, 20652|And that love should have been mine since I was born; 20652|And, after a silent year 20652|Or a short year, and a year's space, 20652|I found that I loved, and that love was sweet, 20652|And I did not care if I found another man 20652|For to me that was sweet and true, 20652|And for him who loved me on my knees. 20652|And, after a year, I found, again, 20652|That I loved, and knew I loved, 20652|And again that I loved; and I did not care 20652|As I'd been dead for a thousand years. 20652|And I loved him who had loved me before, 20652|Who loved these many men that kiss and woo 20652|With the light of his eyes now and then; 20652|And I loved this other man, and this man died, 20652|And so I loved in vain. 20652|_"The lady of the shining hair,"_ 20652|_From "La Traviata"_ ======================================== SAMPLE 30220 ======================================== 25953|And the young son of the aged sire, 25953|Then the fair lady in purple, 25953|And herself the daughter of Väinämöinen. 25953|Then she addressed the crowd of people 25953|As she bade her son give her counsel: 25953|"O ye ancient heroes of Pohja, 25953|Let us think together what it is; 25953|If an inn be not well-kept with good care, 25953|Then no guests have we not on the island. 25953|If in winter it is not kept, 25953|Then the fires are in the chamber not idle; 25953|Then when summer comes, then the chamber-roofs 25953|Are not closed, either; then the doorposts 25953|Are not open when the summer is past. 25953|But if summer is past, and autumn comes, 25953|Then the doorposts are not opened when the summer is past, 25953|But the fire burns dark at the end of the hall. 25953|"Now my luckless son, in good time, 25953|Fearing not the arrival of misfortune, 25953|On the river's mouth, beside the water, 25953|As a lover and as care-belayer, 25953|Took the girl for a stranger under the water. 25953|Then the stranger of the river 25953|Rose upon the ice-pond with his sister, 25953|Rising from beneath the ice-pool, 25953|Stooping from the pool of sparkling water. 25953|"And she spake unto my son as follows, 25953|'O my son, O Väinämöinen's younger, 25953|Do not speak upon these words of speaking, 25953|Do not speak upon your lips in order, 25953|Do not speak upon your hands and thighs, 25953|For the stranger of the blue-pool-banks, 25953|Sitting beside the sparkling water, 25953|Is no one that I know in Pohja, 25953|Of all people in the village.' 25953|"Then my son gave her this advice, 25953|And a new one took he straightway, 25953|That she speak on his own behalf, 25953|And her husband speak with prudence." 25953|Then he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"I am not a stranger, or stranger, 25953|That speak with care on your behalf; 25953|Nor that man are my friends or kin, 25953|That came from the blue-pools to meet me, 25953|Was I a child of childish nature, 25953|Was I not a boy of little wit. 25953|"But in every river, in every lake, 25953|When you speak and on behalf of others, 25953|He that speaks shall be accepted, 25953|By the men of Pohja the whole people, 25953|As at home will be their father, 25953|As at home will his mother be. 25953|"But I am a man of higher stature, 25953|Of the deepest, largest measure, 25953|And in words of high expression, 25953|Horsemen of men I make my words, 25953|In my mouth the mighty rock is found. 25953|"But I'm a stranger, in the autumn, 25953|And upon the river-marge, 25953|In my mouth the mighty rock is found, 25953|Honey-sweetness of the winter, 25953|Butter of the summer one is, 25953|Butter of the autumn-meadow, 25953|Where the birds they sing when free." 25953|From the hall one day, and a second, 25953|And again on the third day likewise, 25953|He the first-born, then the second, 25953|He the third-born, went to the castle 25953|With the very first-born, and shouted: 25953|"To the forest, O forest-trees! 25953|To the forest-trees to follow me, 25953|Thus will I guide you all to victory." 25953|Then the forest he through the forest 25953|Led, so swift and so light, indeed, 25953|Till he reached the edge of a lowland, 25953|In the lowland he fell into a lake, ======================================== SAMPLE 30230 ======================================== 20|Or to do aught; but thy intent is to create 20|New Gospe of men: and if desire of Gospe 20|With Desire composite be annihilate, 20|What Gospe Regenerate shall be? to whom 20|No contradiction shall be: for I shall see, 20|In visions angelical, how whilom seen, 20|That every heart of Heat shall quicken, and how long 20|Enthusiastic nations shall applaud 20|Her adventuress; and how long despise 20|Their country, and admire her arrival! 20|Thus while he spake, the spirit of Seeing, 20|Immense with pleasure, and with visions blest, 20|Dissolvd himself along the cypress shades, 20|Immense with hopes, intending grace divine; 20|And on the backs of Beasts of the field 20|Plunked down his mighty stone; nor missed to feel 20|When to his dread Desire he brought the thought, 20|That part in him fell intermediate: all his mind 20|Burns to conjoin, and hopes from either source, 20|Both to receive them, as from joint Consent; 20|One to unite Reason with sublime Reason, 20|The other to unite Intellect with Spirit: 20|So much of both is in his thought, Completed. 20|But what of Adam's sex then, whom he chose 20|His mate? how often made he choice, and in 20|His choice himself held mirror, inward view 20|Possessd: for himself no more then morn and eve 20|Viewd, from our side remote: th' offence then sin 20|Remitted and punishment he dully reportd. 20|But now his heart more fervently desire 20|To know the thing, that long shall past and past't 20|Proving what of love and lust is real, 20|Gave way, for glad arrival of sacred Spring 20|Mounts with instants sight, in orient sun. 20|His eye now high uptrad watrie grew, and gay 20|In every kinde instidance deckt: then thus 20|Rubacris to his servile mate repli'd. 20|Haste thee back to tender breast, where all day 20|In amorous slumber hid thee, when our joy 20|Sleeps plac't and ravisht by the balmy breeze, 20|Sitting upon a pebbled bank, the while 20|Linger we fondly lovingly; it overcomes 20|All thought of absent love. So night to night 20|We two shall here remain, each other cheer't, 20|Caus'd be by frequent kisses, till at last 20|Returning, we shall find the sun yeelding mid 20|The starrie ranks of Sterres: meanwhile thou hither 20|Mov'st with deliberate eye, and with a smile 20|Tenderly regard'st what thou wouldst find. While we 20|Thus our fond bonds unwares do ipsove, 20|To yonder sylvan haunt we next repair, 20|Where as the wood grows scarisome, I draw 20|Thighs through treasurld, and as the cluding boughs 20|Clos sweit, run nimbly up the fragrant stairs. 20|Here mouth to humbler humiod more securely 20|We by four pins we protect, and down 20|To the low dule yielding to th' upland plough, 20|That with our troopes neighbours gently joinre 20|Neer cross'd the plough, and neer the foot of one 20|Takes advantage, but each tow'rds his destined way. 20|Meaning, that both by way of Eden met, 20|By that path trod by David, David alone 20|Lost both his sons. Thus trod we they two and none. 20|Thou therefore now high heaven receave thanks 20|For all the good which thou hast brought to pass 20|In world nor in durance; and from these sepulchres 20|Of vile mankind, embrace the ashes, whereof 20|The dust ye bury both of you, mixing ours, 20|With your own dust, that so your grave buds never. 20|For so hath God requir'd, who yeomenst all 20|After his fancy, that on either hand 20|Through these high passes them ye thus far rushe, 20|That with the noise thereof ye make the ======================================== SAMPLE 30240 ======================================== 12286|And the world he did not fear 12286|For the world he could not see. 12286|_Birds that sing on summer eves_ 12286|There is but one that knows, 12286|And that's my own little sister's feather 12286|In the yellow leaves behind the spring. 12286|_The birds in the airy sky of June_ 12286|The birds are a-flying; 12286|Their wings are of a dazzling sheen, 12286|And their voices a-singing: 12286|Their music floats between the trees 12286|The song of their voices 12286|Is soft as a flute's, 12286|And loud as the note 12286|That springs from the strings in a camp-meeting. 12286|_The birds of June_ 12286|But the birds of June 12286|The birds are a-flying; 12286|Their wings are of a dazzling sheen, 12286|And their voices a-singing: 12286|Their music floats between the trees 12286|The song of their voices 12286|Is like the note 12286|That rings from a flute's strings 12286|In camp-meeting. 12286|_When he first went to market_ 12286|When he first went to market, 12286|And there with his little daughter 12286|He held the last of his good cheer 12286|In a word of glad farewell for ever; 12286|'Twas but the first, last letter that he 12286|Had written, in a little child's way, 12286|For he had come to Market alone, 12286|As the sun went up, in the pleasant May, 12286|Without a look, or a word from a friend, 12286|And all his friends were gone and gone; 12286|And this was all written by the day, 12286|And all the birds sung by the winding lane, 12286|_The birds were a-listless as the day,_ 12286|And this was all written by the day, 12286|And every bird in the country flew 12286|_His very last song in the world's eye_. 12286|_'Twas a little girl's lisping,-- 12286|A little girl's pleading, 12286|But 'twas the last, the last, 12286|From his little girl his life is passing. 12286|_'Twas a little girl's plaintive calling_ 12286|'_And all birds sang the day_ 12286|_For his eyes to see to-day!_' 12286|But there came a thought in his heart sinking, 12286|As the heart of a little child sinking 12286|That he loved, and loved with his whole life, 12286|And as he rose from his little bed, 12286|Felt the sweet breath of the odorous air 12286|Pass from his room, and whisper sighs 12286|Of the sunshine, and the dear delight 12286|Of his new-born existence;--so with pride 12286|He crossed the hall to his new-found door, 12286|And, entering, softly turned the bolt 12286|And pressed it upon a little snail 12286|As fast as he could catch one spark 12286|Of morning, with its little sun-shined head. 12286|_And every bird sang the day;_ 12286|And birds of every bird and bird's note 12286|Raved madly, as the hours went by, 12286|And shouted loudly, with the wings 12286|Of that red-feathered child, who had been 12286|A little bird, and a little snail, 12286|And now were a whole rose--all three and one-- 12286|And all three were talking to themselves 12286|With their tongues still, in the lovely autumn air. 12286|_And, when he closed it, oh! how he missed the mouse 12286|That crept into his hand, and sat by his side!_ 12286|With a little finger 12286|He opened it. 12286|_But no, you need not laugh, 12286|You little snail, like him 12286|You will not be afraid, 12286|For the little finger 12286|Is open still and lets you in._ 12286|_And the little bird too,_ 12286| ======================================== SAMPLE 30250 ======================================== 2383|And had they done so already, 2383|Of which the fixt charge lay still 2383|On every cheek. 2383|And, when they had come in view 2383|Of the three ladies fair 2383|And of the third, that was fair 2383|But as a little child; 2383|And, if it be wonderment, 2383|The first time that I markt, 2383|I saw he was an ape 2383|Of childlike love, he had 2383|The childlike face a right wise man, 2383|And in this wise had they besought 2383|And with them had a right kind good, 2383|For they had asked them how they fared; 2383|So forth they went to her bower, 2383|And as they went, a sound they heard, 2383|So fast they drew from one to the other: 2383|"Oh may that mother be," quoth she. 2383|Says the ape, "If she would be 2383|She ought to be the fairer for her pains." 2383|She was not of the first mind 2383|To see him by a bed, 2383|For he began anon to stand 2383|And pray for peace unto us all; 2383|But ere a while, the ape gan say 2383|This I saw, and was ashamed. 2383|Whoe'er shall read it, he shall be 2383|Disqualified from alle good. 2383|There she stood by him, and she 2383|She bare him thither again, 2383|And let him stand in her bower, 2383|In good sooth, I telle you right: 2383|A king to have a man for love, 2383|And for a king that hath a fair, 2383|And for a queen, than for the queen 2383|He might have been a hard, hard man. 2383|And she, the queen, she gave him kiss; 2383|And he lay down by her side, 2383|And both of them stood up on the floor, 2383|And made him a cup of gold. 2383|And so long, long, long they lay 2383|A long while, I say, and kiss, 2383|That there was nothing but the arm 2383|Which was most gentle the and strongest, 2383|That he had ever won the place. 2383|I saw two knights pass the way:- 2383|Him in his hand, and him at foot, 2383|And such thing is not thought of me. 2383|But they both were of this place; 2383|In such wise do you see, 2383|That when this man hath kissed his maid, 2383|He must kiss his mother too. 2383|As long as she hath walked in white, 2383|She hath walked at full amaine, 2383|Till she hath heard him speak or sung 2383|And been her husband in the land. 2383|And when she heard him speak, and heard 2383|His kiss in what he gan her kiss, 2383|She spake out as in a rage, 2383|"A kiss, where will you take me now, 2383|Or what shall be done with me, say?" 2383|And said she: "Now you must lose me, 2383|Else God me signe to your death." 2383|"Sire, I will take you by the hand 2383|And kiss it again, and kiss it, 2383|Nor in mine ears remain 2383|But the sound of that kiss last." 2383|"I will take you by the hand and kiss it 2383|And see you never more weep, 2383|Else God signe me a promise, say." 2383|"I will take you by the hand and kiss you, 2383|And take you hence, unless 2383|You come to me and swear by the sign 2383|That is to death here in the place 2383|That is the sign of the worst that can be 2383|You cannot leave me, say." 2383|So with both the hands he set 2383|Upon his heart the kisses went, 2383|He kissed her on the mouth 2383|And said, "Do you wish no more of me 2383|Than to be ======================================== SAMPLE 30260 ======================================== 1847|Of thee, how gladly through the dim, 1847|Sorrowing years thou comest. 1847|While I, my soul aflame, behold 1847|Thy smile, thy tender words, thy way 1847|Of sweetening my despair; 1847|Wherefore to-night I turn my eyes 1847|Unto that which I have seen and known. 1847|Yet, despite myself, I would be true, 1847|And live in thee the while to come, 1847|And pray thee, with meek, though not in faith, 1847|Make me thy sister still, 1847|Wherever my soul may rest. 1847|When you are old and your soul grows old, 1847|You'll be sitting in the shade and weeping. 1847|There'll be other children with your youth, 1847|And in a better place, 1847|And on the earth you'll lie for evermore, 1847|The lonely ghost. But if you can forget 1847|The sorrows that have made you merry, 1847|Then your soul, like a tree, 1847|Whispering to the great, bright sky, 1847|Will bear another fruit 1847|That will bring gladness and light, 1847|And make life a little joy to you. 1847|There's sorrow in the world; the sea, the air, 1847|The earth, the trees, the brambles, and the rocks, 1847|In the old days, are filled with tears and woe 1847|When they had other joys. 1847|You are as the withered leaves that wave 1847|Beside me in the dark; I see 1847|How griefs change in life; and though I've no name, 1847|The years who are my years are changed from me 1847|Because of the old years in all your looks, 1847|Your eyes, your smile, your words like mine, 1847|Your smile in life, now, as we sit in the shade, 1847|You and I! And my heart is weary of life, 1847|I cannot live to the full of the sun 1847|That is already shining so, 1847|And you are gone, lost from my view. 1847|The old days come back round again--again 1847|With our spirits all alive with youth; 1847|And we are glad of the sunshine and grass, 1847|And sad. And the old time shall go too, 1847|When I am old and my soul grows old. 1847|They do not know the reasons; I guess 't was Death 1847|Had tossed the old world down into the grave. 1847|What matter if she had been so fair, 1847|So loving and so true? There was no need 1847|For you to fling the empty cup away, 1847|Or to tell her that we loved one another, 1847|Nor wished for one another's pleasure or pride. 1847|Had we lost her, what left we then? Who knows? 1847|Had the old sea borne another sail? 1847|If she were here, no doubt you and I 1847|Would have found some other vessel, and sail, 1847|And gone, without a word of farewell. 1847|If she had remained, though we were dead, 1847|How different this morning would have been! 1847|This cup, with love's crimson light, 1847|Must of bitter taste have been 1847|Unto her brother drunk; 1847|Nor would the cup have been 1847|What she had of sweet good will. 1847|Ah, if I had then been here, 1847|How would he have treated me! 1847|There stood no judge but he might 1847|Be wroth, be cold, be strong. 1847|I might have cried to him thus; 1847|He had no cause, I thought, with me 1847|Who was so much his own trouble. 1847|What would he have done to me! 1847|I could have turned to him as one 1847|From his drink who drank alone 1847|Before the judge was clear, 1847|And cried out, "Althoce! I love thee, 1847|And hope thou wilt be kind." 1847|What did he then to me! 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 30270 ======================================== 2130|The earth beneath our feet: the air, the wave, the dew; 2130|Earth and the air above?--and the waves, and all the sea?-- 2130|And all the sea, and all the earth?--when that which lies below, 2130|He took back, he gave to the gods its glory, its change;-- 2130|And the great earth was lost, and the air, the wave, the dew, 2130|And we shall have neither again to see them, nor to thee. 2130|He took back, he gave to the gods its brightness, its rest; 2130|What shall now ensue with those he made,-- 2130|The earth be filled in, the sea be dry, 2130|The sky be darkened, and the stars be set? 2130|And who shall now replace those things 2130|He made? let them remain if such 2130|Among the immortal beings be 2130|A creature of inferior birth? 2130|Or who the happy sun with better rays 2130|Upon the bosom of earth may rise, 2130|And sinking moon renew their race? 2130|He take back, and with a base reply 2130|To their insatiate want complain,-- 2130|--But we have seen how they in vain beguile 2130|Our wishes with abandon'd gain. 2130|He took back and made a vain repeat,-- 2130|--But these are we the kings to blame? 2130|Or may we be the slave of all his dreams, 2130|His gods and spirits and the sky? 2130|And shall the soul of man be bound 2130|To be, as he in darkness sees, 2130|A being of a sort, and bound to give 2130|To all, and never, like ourselves, 2130|Give the good life that should not languish?-- 2130|--But let us say no more; 2130|Why, even at heaven, that angel-temple stands, 2130|Beside the sea and every star! 2130|--What dares, if not to stand there,-- 2130|Th' eternal portals of his eyes? 2130|So, all his glory he has lost; 2130|And all his life has now begun. 2130|And therefore, when some future night 2130|Dawns--in that final fight to part, 2130|When, with the sun, his star, his fires, 2130|Fare into the infinite night, 2130|He will stand there in glory,-- 2130|And from this starry throne 2130|Shake the unnumbered years, 2130|When we ourselves shall meet again in heaven. 2130|"What, though he say the world is wide? 2130|And when he's worn by waning years, 2130|The hour will come when he shall take 2130|His seat on this exalted throne; 2130|Though he say the world is wide, 2130|And all men have their place in heaven, 2130|Yet this I know--he may be wrong, 2130|My soul hath reason in it all. 2130|My soul hath reason in it all; 2130|I think my soul hath reason in it all. 2130|And to a world as wide as wide 2130|I will not let my soul descend 2130|Until I reach that seat of grace 2130|Wherefrom no ebb nor flood is wrought." 2130|Then went the spirit in and out, 2130|Stretching himself to touch the skies, 2130|And his good face looked slowly forth, 2130|As in response to his friend. 2130|And the world and all her cities spread 2130|In his vision to their utmost bound; 2130|But what he saw among them there 2130|Seemed but the surface of a mind. 2130|For still the sun went down before 2130|The heart of man was worn by age, 2130|And still in the mid-heavens it lay, 2130|As is the centre of our heaven. 2130|And that the world's wide surface showed, 2130|And that, in spite of hope or fear, 2130|Man still sat seated in his place. 2130|And yet he looked toward the starry pole. 2130|With his eyes he went about in search 2130 ======================================== SAMPLE 30280 ======================================== 1358|Won the prize the others thought secure: 1358|He was not a hero, but the best, 1358|In some kind of foreign battle-ground. 1358|For on what sea could he have been born, 1358|What savage rocks had nursed him well? 1358|On what shore could such an air have been 1358|Drawn from, the land, or brought to harbour there?" 1358|Then they thought on their own hearts and died, 1358|So like death they came, and such death wept. 1358|I see you still, ye eyes, that in your youth 1358|Were not as yet changed into tears: 1358|O let me look on your dull eyelids press'd, 1358|And see you in your woe. At last I know 1358|The world is changing, and the tear of sad tears 1358|Comes with the change--for there now we meet 1358|In the dark world of sorrow, the tears of sorrow: 1358|But the new world will not change us. The last night 1358|She told me that our spirits in the night 1358|Must meet, for that the future must be filled 1358|With what had befallen, and which must remain 1358|With tears of sadness, and new hope, to be 1358|As all the old griefs which now have place. 1358|So from our meeting, from our first embrace, 1358|The world became a future of the past-- 1358|Of sadness, and tears--and still for peace she waits. 1358|When I have gone, ye may say, a step or so 1358|Too forward and to meet, I never more, 1358|Because I am not sad to think on you. 1358|But come;--O come, for love will drive away 1358|All the past misery. When first she cried 1358|In the old world I followed her, like man, 1358|A boy, and bore her through the unknown ways, 1358|She was not then a woman, and I follow'd. 1358|I follow'd, and I follow'd, and have found, 1358|Her no more than man, when I have find'd 1358|Love's self always by an opening cave, 1358|Which opens on the next world, and the way 1358|To that next shore. She is not now a woman-- 1358|Not even she; but like an angel sent 1358|By God to call and lead you and me! 1358|I think I saw her as she sat alone, 1358|A white woman with her hair dishevel'd, 1358|Half covering from the public eye 1358|Her naked beauty, and that still renew'd, 1358|In the sweet air, a languorousness, 1358|As of summer bees. I seem'd to trace 1358|A power within her, as she view'd, 1358|Looking down, and up, and round about, 1358|An unseen presence; and then turn'd round-- 1358|Began to speak; and utter'd--'My child, 1358|What you have seen I wish you could know; 1358|And would you love me if you could see, 1358|But cannot--O my child, I would give 1358|My hand, and you could give the sun, 1358|That it may clear your visage at the last! 1358|I bless you, and I love you--but you, 1358|Your love, your hearing and your sight, 1358|My child, my child, my child, have none. 1358|I bless you, and I love you--I call 1358|The good Angel in me Love, indeed! 1358|I love you!--and my child, I deem 1358|It is time now the world was stilled: 1358|Ye love me because I am sweet, 1358|Ye love me because I am wise, 1358|Ye love me because I am man: 1358|Love me, for my sake! 1358|My child, O come, 1358|Till then, I have no more time, I say. 1358|For I have no more time to live.' 1358|So said she, and so have gone, and leave'd 1358|The little life which Love had brought, 1358|And ======================================== SAMPLE 30290 ======================================== 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south 34234|Who drives the leaves across the ways, 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south. 34234|I think he is coming to-night 34234|When the moon rides high o'er the blue: 34234|It will be good to go down the old road,--it was so sweet then,-- 34234|And breathe it again by the wind-powered chalet door. 34234|I see it as it used to be, 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south, 34234|Who drives the leaves across the ways, 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south. 34234|I hear it as it used to be, 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south, 34234|Who drives the leaves across the ways, 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain 34234|The wind that comes in from the south. 34234|So let us come down. We can be one again 34234|Under the old-world old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south, who drives the leaves across, 34234|There goes my pipe again: 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south, who drives the leaves across, 34234|There goes him another one, 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south, who drives the leaves across, 34234|He's just come in for a bitein', so you see: 34234|The old-world old-manet old-strain, 34234|The wind that comes in from the south. 34234|The sun's a-shine, and it's a-springin', and it's a-dancegin': 34234|Why don't the little kids give more joy to Mama? 34234|They say she keeps them stirin' like mad, and they're too young to know 34234|How to let Mama know how they feel. Well, I'm a little boy, you see,-- 34234|I'm better now, but I've got tired of bein' a fool. 34234|I've been a fool a dozen of years, and I know what to do,-- 34234|I'll teach Mama that to-morrow when the Christmas comes around. 34234|We've been very merry this winter, and see our stocking full: 34234|Now, don't you go on without a warning. I'll come for you to-day 34234|As soon as the wind's no more wild, and the fire's no more red. 34234|Don't you remember how we called you Papa? 34234|We had the old barn, and the buttercup, 34234|And winter coats for old times' sake, 34234|And when the little ones went out 34234|You were the first they ever called "Papa." 34234|I'm always kind of 'ere for company, 34234|And seldom 'ere for myself. I'm out all night 34234|For me--and you're always 'ere for tea. 34234|And so it's always kind of 'ere for you, 34234|But there's one thing I can't get used to. 34234|I never quite 'ad the same 'ow to do 34234|As other people do; and so 34234|I never quite 'ad the same 'ow to do 34234|As other people do. 34234|I always thought the way to 'ear the way 34234|You are used to,--and it's only you 34234|You always teach me with. It's only you 34234|Always teach me with. 34234|You 'ear the way I used to sing 34234|When you are 'ide of me; and it's only you 34234|You always teach me with. 34234|I never quite 'ad the same 'ow to do 34234|As other ======================================== SAMPLE 30300 ======================================== 17448|I was at the 'Bus stand, 17448|The 'Bus was in bloomin' season, 17448|And that was, I'm certain, dear! 17448|An' all the passengers that day, 17448|I heard, like as not, an uproar; 17448|The 'Bus was so like a chariot, 17448|It seemed to me that they were movin'. 17448|I 'seemed to see on the 'Bus-bench 17448|A bloke that had not got a name, 17448|But a moen', forsooth, an' looked so queer, 17448|It just broke my heart to see him. 17448|He didn't look sick in the least, 17448|I 'm certain, dear! I'm sure he'd been sick; 17448|No, nor 'twas _quite_ like the cholera. 17448|I can't tell whether it was he 17448|Kept tellin' me he'd been sick, 17448|Or if he was scared, I don't know, 17448|But in his tone it was a scream; 17448|I thought I heard the rollicking chorus; 17448|'Tis nought to do with me to cry. 17448|"But, noo, an' while I was preservin' 17448|His bushy nose against the 'Bus-bench, 17448|I heard him say, yestreen, to me, 17448|'I'm fain to meet the man, my lad, 17448|So, lads, go cry out the way you do!' 17448|Then he turned about an' looked at me, 17448|An' I 've got the feeling it was to 17448|Arouse the little lout that I knew, 17448|An' he was on to me, I must aver!" 17448|O, poor bird! I 'm sure she was right, 17448|An' I didn't resist at all; 17448|I told her I was off to meet him, 17448|And she did give me the slip an' let me pass, 17448|But wot was I I 'm sure she wanted 17448|That little bloke that'd look at her 17448|All o' pity while on her knees? 17448|O, poor bloke! she might be the lassie I lo'ed best, 17448|An' she might be his mither, too; 17448|But I could na wait for him for water or bread to eat, 17448|Or for a bit of meat to fry, 17448|Or to eat wi' him I 'd have no part, but to weep, 17448|For the bird was aught to die! 17448|She would turn her back to the wall 17448|An' her mither would turn her back to the wall, 17448|The watterwidge neebours would turn her back to the wall, 17448|As I was a-goavin' on wi' her an' the wind for my guide! 17448|O, poor bloke! I dona' care a damn for the birds ahint, 17448|Or the beasts on a' the hill, 17448|For the mither shall wear my heart by the scroggie's belly, 17448|An' I 'll sing for the little bird a' the hill! 17448|There lives a lass on the lea, 17448|On the hill gaun a' her gudeman; 17448|They call her Farlie Halli, 17448|By the ghaist o' a bonnie bank. 17448|Ye 're welcome, Farlie Halli, 17448|An' the ghaist o' a bonnie bank. 17448|"We hae found her a' the bank," 17448|The fisher he gae me his hook, 17448|"I'll yoke her to my mill-chandlin; 17448|We'll rake her up aulder," 17448|Sae we sat an' weel ay brak, 17448|Sae we did the best we could, 17448|For I wadna gae it by, 17448|Sae we sat an' weel ay brak. 17448|"This is the place, I vow, 17448|Where your Farlie Halli wonna gang; 17448|There ======================================== SAMPLE 30310 ======================================== 8787|He stood, nor less my joy to witness swell'd. 8787|O thou, who in the eye of God sing'st the days 8787|Of men, that after death shall dwell in halls 8787|Of glory, ear to ear, like to that flock 8787|Which early through thy lisping surviveth, 8787|E'en as thyself, for whom thy tongue is giv'n 8787|To sound the doom of Heaven! Now salutation 8787|Venite him duly; and in sign of this 8787|Take heede, that he hear thee. And thou, whoe'er 8787|Of husbandmen lives, and to the wife 8787|Of him consign'd, that wife, while yet a husband, 8787|Shalt in the world shalt never be deprived, 8787|By words or deeds evermore to be a wife 8787|And faithful to thy spouse: and if such be 8787|The exercise of power, whose remit is thou, 8787|Whom fickle still and soft the scale turns, 8787|Deem thou alike his prudent counsel's lord. 8787|For one to whom should fate and error noontide 8787|Dream of his presence, neither he return'd, 8787|Wearied with travel on the deep downs below. 8787|I therefore call anew, that all unfold 8787|In what region soe'er I lead my steps, 8787|Past eastern shores, and Malta's marsh, and through 8787|That land where wise Terentius ran his noble 8787|Eightyfold, and Tiber that divides, 8787|A chain whose outlet to the west draws down 8787|Mucius in Medlio from its proper point, 8787|Unto Fano, there to give occasion 8787|Of riot and contention between the town, 8787|For ill the patron and profession 8787|Of the good bishop Lanf := the faithful burghees 8787|Works to destroy, and the good friar keep steady, 8787|For ill the man with brains and senses 8787|Of Tasca and of Morefolco works steadily. 8787|A world of grief and sorrow here we come 8787|Into, accustom'd we'l'e be to grieve and carent, 8787|Both hope and fear notwithstanding. Yet demur not, 8787|Who comes here deuine, since I know thou canst not 8787|Make faile of going at thy pleasure, where 8787|Thou art so needfull. Compline not thy cord 8787|Thy nose to yon' wine-press; that simple word 8787|None interprets, none fears it hath the power 8787|To move a satire. In the sight of God 8787|Who is the author of all these glorious acts, 8787|Who is the mind and author of the whole, 8787|Then with thy writing pen thy words confine. 8787|That, which I hint for doing, do thou also 8787|Promise to do the same within the wee; 8787|And let the (might I well so well) as 11, 8787|I next may do thine eyes right, if that thou read 8787|My purpose devout, I pray Thee by all 8787|That Thy own eyes witness. If they err not, 8787|(Which they may faint or not discern, I hold 8787|Thou and thy wond'rous work may well agree.) 8787|Let them no marvel be, since thou and they 8787|Exactly agree, in view of aim and course. 8787|And if nor I err, but they err not 8787|Me then, then thou also mayst as well, if that 8787|Thou do thy bidding as I bid. To Whom all credit 8787|I send to that, which thou so fervently 8787|Do point out. But since the narrating voice 8787|Of them, which to present time hath proof, 8787|Is with the spirit of their age, compare'd 8787|In its parts, as the poet wou'd have it be, 8787|Latin or Greek, yet in their youth zest they still 8787|With weird devices and marvellous conpilations. 8787|And first of all to them, who first compose 8787|These fragments, future time may well supply. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 30320 ======================================== 1186|She will make up for lost days that are not. 1186|For there is no true woman so true, 1186|That is neither wise nor true, and yet 1186|Will not lie down and lie down with you. 1186|The woman of my dream is the moon. 1186|The woman of my dream is the sea 1186|By the white-steepled billows stirred; 1186|And she has her love to wait upon 1186|In the dark and the loud-sounding cave. 1186|And as the sea is her lover, so 1186|She is also the lover of me 1186|And will be as long as there is light 1186|And the moon shall be with her in love. 1186|Ah, that I were with her in love, 1186|My heart would turn to the sea. 1186|And if I were with her in love, 1186|I know that she would watch us twain 1186|In our lonely bed-time hours. 1186|And if I were with her in love, 1186|'Twere better that I were with her. 1186|She has my heart in her hand. 1186|My heart would be so light 1186|If I were with her in love, 1186|And she was not with me now. 1186|But if she were with me in love, 1186|We could wander the sea. 1186|I was with my soul in her hand-- 1186|Why did I not suffice? 1186|The moon went up and I went over the sea 1186|And the sea's light was falling through the trees. 1186|With the sea's light my love is all asleep, 1186|His face by the tide on the white sand beach. 1186|And over rock and over wave 1186|And over the white-steepled billows stir-- 1186|He comes with a step, he stirs, I know not why, 1186|To watch the far-off ships drift, and the tides, 1186|As the tide grew great and the tide grew light. 1186|From the hillside a light-blurred sunset 1186|Climbs up black hillside, all gray and wet, 1186|Into the night's gray depths that tower and fall. 1186|With my soul she comes, by the sea, and I lie 1186|Sleepless, in her heart, far off in the sea. 1186|I knew the sun was set when she came; 1186|I knew the tide was low. 1186|The moon came up, and the moonlight 1186|Was a thin green misty mist that dripped 1186|Slim drops of tears on the white water 1186|That lay at her feet. 1186|She spoke, "Forget me, my Love, forget me; 1186|And if you did forget me, why 1186|Should you be wet to-night with my weeping? 1186|"I am wet with tears and tears and tears, 1186|I am wet, wet with tears! 1186|"Yea, wet with sorrow--though your weeping 1186|Grows great with my sorrows for you. 1186|I shall die, and you be dead, my Love." 1186|So we stayed the tide all day. 1186|The tide was dark when we spoke, 1186|And as noon died away, the west 1186|Rose out of the west like a flower 1186|That dies all night. 1186|Then the moon rose up--I said, 1186|"O love, the night is cold, 1186|The tide is light, the sun is bright, we will go home, 1186|The great sun shall go down. 1186|"The night is cold, the sea is light, 1186|The tide is light, the sun is passing over, 1186|The leaves are wet from the weeping rain, 1186|The sea is light as the sky!" 1186|Toward west the little ships went, 1186|By night to go west. 1186|"O love, a night is dark, a night is dim, 1186|And I am weary of dreaming. 1186|We shall lie on the sand all night, 1186|And sleep. And the night shall shine 1186|"Over the sea, and over the town, ======================================== SAMPLE 30330 ======================================== A very strange story: 28591|Some of my books are on the shelves-- 28591|Or else they are not in my hands; 28591|But I hold them, all in all, 28591|For the love of God who gave 28591|To me the gift of time and verse. 28591|What does the Bible say? 28591|Nothing but "Love thy neighbor as thyself." 28591|If others give me their best that they can give, 28591|I never ask for anything more than that. 28591|I take no care to see my neighbor's good 28591|Or the friend's honor ever be obscured. 28591|I never ask what gifts the neighbor may give, 28591|Nor how he may live more profitably. 28591|I have no heart to learn 28591|And do as God hath willed; 28591|I ask no more of thee 28591|Than was in my beginning. 28591|The love of God, the love of neighbor, 28591|As well as all, must be the same; 28591|So I should give my heart, 28591|But I would have it back again-- 28591|Again and always more. 28591|I have no need to seek 28591|For anything that might please; 28591|I love to give as God hath given, 28591|And never am denied-- 28591|I ask it of thee, 28591|But I would have it back again-- 28591|Rove no more on the way; 28591|It's always better to take the reins 28591|Than to wander at your will; 28591|And if all the world but wished to know 28591|Your worth, how very slight it is, 28591|Why seek I farther to and fro 28591|Through all the paths that lead to thee? 28591|I can bear the world's reproach 28591|With nothing better to do; 28591|But the world's scornful glances, 28591|And the world's scornful smiles, 28591|Are nothing better than these daily cares 28591|Of mine and of thine. 28591|I can bear the world's disdain; 28591|I will not suffer more 28591|Its blind, ruthless scorn to meet 28591|From thee the burden of my mind. 28591|I can bear life's cares and fears 28591|I only ask of God, 28591|For I so lives him that I might 28591|More grateful be to him than thou. 28591|I love thee, Lord: my heart does not break-- 28591|I love thy love the more for this. 28591|We would not dream it of thee. 28591|Who would not make it so? 28591|We would not dream it of thee, 28591|But as thy work and sacrifice 28591|We would praise and praise thee, Lord. 28591|'T is but one word, 28591|And yet 'tis the word that gives to this 28591|Its greatest blessing and its poorest curse. 28591|I know not why, 28591|The world seems strange to me, and dark; 28591|The angels were too bright and gay, 28591|They came with stars and dewdrops in their hair. 28591|But in my heart a deeper gloom 28591|Shadows the paths that lead through life 28591|Where love to me is a far-off fruit, 28591|Whose scent would wake my God, but he 28591|Knows I would love him if I knew. 28591|Why? He would have fools adore, 28591|They know their lives in bitter strife, 28591|Their names would wither in the sun 28591|Until this little life would end. 28591|Why? Because I wish to bring, 28591|As one makes bargained for with death, 28591|The life of angels over my soul. 28591|Why? So that when my soul is brought 28591|To this high summit I may see 28591|The love of God, and then my name 28591|Shall be "Benedicite Maria." 28591|O sweetheart, I could not have been 28591|Where the angels live. 28591|O little song, my dear 28591|That I can tell of you, 28591|And let you know I wait 28591|To praise your name for ======================================== SAMPLE 30340 ======================================== 1365|The words that He has spoken to thee, 1365|And that He promised unto thee, 1365|He hath now broken his covenant with thee. 1365|And thou art a captive to his sword: 1365|And thou and all the host of Israel, 1365|For him have thou become a prey, 1365|And a captive to the sword and knife, 1365|A slave to work his will without ceasing; 1365|And to thee hath God made known 1365|A solemn oath that he will do it! 1365|Ah, woe to thee, who thus wilt die 1365|For one whose life to thee is dear,-- 1365|Who, from the bondage of the sword, 1365|From death of battle, and from peril, 1365|With all his brethren, to his God 1365|For him hath sent this mighty doom! 1365|O my Lord! I thank thee for it; 1365|And I will die; and thou shalt live, 1365|And know again the strength and power 1365|Of merciful endurance, 1365|Not for what man can work or bear 1365|But that he needs must bear alone. 1365|When God, the mighty Destroyer, 1365|In his thunder has laid low 1365|The kingdoms of the world, and hath destroyed 1365|The souls of those that live, 1365|The giants and the demon brood, 1365|That in his name and in his might 1365|Lay prostrate, bleeding low, 1365|Like serpents round their lord they roundly writhing: 1365|For him hath the deep foundations of the world 1365|Drained from beneath them; and the earth and air 1365|Drained of her grains, and of her harvest dried, 1365|And the mountains, that were fed with store of timber, 1365|Lay desolate; and the waters of the world 1365|Lay desolate and hunger-torn; 1365|Then out on the whirlwind of their rage and havoc 1365|Lay the poor remnant of the slain: 1365|Their feet lay prostrate in their ramparts of stone; 1365|They cast themselves upon the beasts and the birds, 1365|In agony, that were not to be enslaved, 1365|In agony and great anxiety. 1365|Now the sons of God from many a sea 1365|Went out in search of the survivors slain, 1365|To seek and find and slay, and they found them not; 1365|For they had no living bodies left on the shore, 1365|Save three alone made bare, and they were three tall: 1365|He said to them: "Lo, I have borne witness all, 1365|And you shall be witnesses with these! 1365|I stand in awe of the blood of the living; 1365|Yea, of the blood of the dead! When I am dead, 1365|Ye shall be living, and here on my grave!" 1365|And they fled thence to the high mountain-side, 1365|To the citadel of Sodoma, to make trial 1365|If there might be found any thing out of the earth 1365|Or nothing, upon which the dust of the dead 1365|Could he not rise by his life-blood again, 1365|Or the old man again should come to life? 1365|Then outspake the blind man first, and said: 1365|"Here lives the noisome and ugly wretch on earth, 1365|And here the holy prophet which died for us! 1365|I am ashamed and full of grief to have let him live, 1365|And so I have him dead, but that is too much!" 1365|But when they had put out the stench from his mouth, 1365|They laid him in the great cisterny, deep 1365|As death and a pitiless dagger can 1365|Make each one of them live: and the three tall men, 1365|That looked upon the dead bodies that lay there, 1365|Gave thanks, and said, their tongues made no sound, 1365|But the bones they bore to Him in their hands 1365|Made them forget their sorrow and their pain. 1365|And so the Prophet there with his blind soul 1365|Lieth in his pain as he lie in the sand 1365|Of the sand that swam with the sandstorm, ======================================== SAMPLE 30350 ======================================== 29993|But her thoughts are fond and slow, 29993|And she knows, because her heart is young, 29993|That her love must come to-morrow. 29993|"Now you must bring a garland; 29993|For I am thinking of a girl; 29993|And she is far from being fair, 29993|Yet is of my soul the same, 29993|Even as the sun-flower is 29993|To the grass, to the tree, to the brook, 29993|To the birds, to the bees, to the breeze 29993|That sings on the rose-tree's stalk; 29993|For she's all of my soul and heart; 29993|And a flower at her birth I bore, 29993|To be for her forever dear, 29993|And for her I have borne it, 29993|Until her hair has grown hoar 29993|And she cannot find it there; 29993|And it lies upon her breast. 29993|Now bring a garland for her."_ 29993|_Ah, well have I known that she was fair, 29993|And well have I known I owned the one 29993|To wear for her forever dear; 29993|And the garland in my hands I give, 29993|And she may wear it as she will. 29993|'Twas an old garden long ago, 29993|I can see the old path again, 29993|And this is the garden where 29993|I met the fairy the other day. 29993|_Old garden, long forgotten, 29993|I know, for I used to wander down 29993|To find it when I was a child; 29993|But never again shall I set foot 29993|In the dear garden where they dwell. 29993|_And here are the fairy-flowers 29993|That all men love to visit._ 29993|Here in the meadow grass, where the mowers lie asleep, 29993|And the red-breast sings in the roses of the moon: 29993|Here in the old-fashioned home-place, where the fire-side stands, 29993|'Neath the bed-clothes in the dim warm candle-light. 29993|_With my heart afire, _I_ come 29993|Back to the old-fashioned homes of yore, 29993|Where all the little girls and boys grew up 29993|In the happy days that never may return._ 29993|Here the roses and pansies bloom the long June days, 29993|And the larkspur in the orchard bloom of the trees; 29993|But the grasshopper's jingle and the bluebird's tune 29993|Are a sad, old familiar, outworn sound. 29993|_Ah, 'twill be soon that the old-fashioned flowers 29993|Are forgotten by all but the gardeners alone; 29993|And the old-fashioned homes will be mouldering now 29993|As the months go by, and no child shall reach their door. 29993|For here in the warm candle-light, the mowers are lying 29993|In their pleasant beds of straw and blossoms, 29993|The children in the yard are the peacocks here, 29993|And the winds whistle by where they used to be. 29993|_The winds whistle by where, now, the old-fashioned flowers 29993|Went gathering their mantles in old-fashioned ways; 29993|For the peacocks' mantles were golden and white and gay 29993|And their eyes were stars, and their hair was black, 29993|And the gardeners say that, now, forever to-day 29993|A man may enter, and see the world anew._ 29993|For us are the old-fashioned homes of the air, 29993|And the gardens we pass down where the wild brier blows; 29993|And the garden is still as it used to be, 29993|When it once was the home of the world to be. 29993|For us are the old-fashioned homes of the earth, 29993|Where the wild flowers go gathering and growing; 29993|And the wind sings to the wild-bramble and woodbine, 29993|And the sky sings to the world of its blue, 29993|And the world was a home of the world and earth, 29993|When the young children were here of to-day. ======================================== SAMPLE 30360 ======================================== 1358|The moon's face with a sudden splendour casts 1358|Her shadow on the water's glassy wave, 1358|Or on my heart's blue as those stars that rise 1358|Above the towers in London, in that place 1358|Where first I knew the magic of the world. 1358|The air is full of light,--the moon's fierce beam 1358|Is in the air, the waters ripple light, 1358|And, in the hollow of the sea, I see 1358|The ship that is to carry me and you. 1358|The wind is hushed: 'tis long ten-and-twenty moons, 1358|And I must up and go. I must not wait-- 1358|The wind is hushed; 'tis just begun to blow. 1358|I love you; I must not let you go. 1358|I must have you, for no one loves me more. 1358|My heart is heavy, and I cannot break it, 1358|And you must hold me close and warm and warm. 1358|I know I will forget you soon: your tears 1358|Will wash the wrong away, and all your tears 1358|Shall wash the wrong from me, and make right true! 1358|My heart's a sleeping thing, and you are dead. 1358|Dear heart is dead, dead, dead. 1358|Why should my heart grieve for you when all this time 1358|I have loved you with such strong love, and you 1358|Were always mine with as true love as this! 1358|I cannot let you go. Why, I should say, 1358|But in my mind's a fear that you must stay 1358|Though I should go. Why should I let you go? 1358|Now that I am quite grown weary of the world, 1358|And weary as a lion in the fight 1358|And smitten with a sense of something that I lack, 1358|I cannot let you go. 1358|When you are gone 1358|I do not want you near; I cannot bear 1358|To be the one excuse you cannot see for it; 1358|And you must stay. I feel as if I were blind, 1358|And blind I must be soon: I must stay here. 1358|No; let me leave you, but I'll think of you, 1358|And then you'll stay. Now I cannot let you go. 1358|Thy will be done, 1358|Now that I see there's no other way. 1358|You were always so wise, and wise to-day 1358|How can it be, but that our love was such 1358|That, after many times of wishing, at the last, 1358|I did not love you as I wished? 1358|O yes, 1358|By no means. 'Tis that in you, I felt, which made 1358|My heart so yearn toward you; therefore I said 1358|As I did now,--what else could you impart? 1358|Yes, it is this,--that in that hour of pain, 1358|When, as I feel, against my breast I strove, 1358|I could have felt myself the one to give, 1358|And not for anything else, save what grief 1358|Thou madest other,--and that's this. 1358|Now that you've loved me so much, 1358|I do not like to speak of other things, 1358|Or all too much; but when you talked of love 1358|In that short love, I knew as it is known 1358|In other hearts 1358|To-morrow, and for many days to come, 1358|I saw you love 1358|Thee, and thought even of our common grave. 1358|Yet was it not this love of you 1358|That forced me here to speak, but only this-- 1358|That I might rather speak of this love's end? 1358|O yes, 1358|This love of you; and this, that will endure 1358|If you but end it. 1358|My heart has been to all the rest a tower, 1358|Lived but to gaze upon what we have seen, 1358|When all seems lost, or only death and death. 1358|But this, and this alone ======================================== SAMPLE 30370 ======================================== 1365|For I remember 1365|Thy gentle tone, 1365|Thy gentle eye, 1365|The tremulous, tender glance 1365|That fell upon me so, 1365|Such look of look and air, 1365|And such sweet words she said, 1365|And whispered in my ear 1365|The words you love so well, 1365|"And I have waited for you 1365|Long enough!" 1365|Long enough! I was not happy, 1365|Not happy in my dream. 1365|And when I awoke, 1365|Oh, how my spirit sighed! 1365|Yet, ere I went to meet her, 1365|I vowed to meet her never! 1365|How beautiful are gardens, 1365|And the sweet breath of the air, 1365|And the voices of daughters 1365|And the shadows in the sunlight! 1365|But when the sun goes down 1365|And stars are dim in the west, 1365|And the birds of midnight 1365|Are out in the darkness, 1365|How sad are the smiles of the gardens, 1365|And the sounds of the evening! 1365|The stars, the shadows, 1365|The voices of daughters 1365|The wind upon the grass, 1365|The shadow on the wall, 1365|The whisper in the dark, 1365|The shadow on the floor, 1365|The shadow on the hedge, 1365|The shadow in the tree, 1365|The shadow in the grass, 1365|The sighing of the rain, 1365|The sadness of the moon, 1365|The sadness of the sea, 1365|These are the things that come, 1365|But most of us regret 1365|The things that we forget. 1365|And so we sigh and we mourn, 1365|Or smile or mourn in vain, 1365|For most of us are sad 1365|And most of us regret! 1365|What is that sound we hear 1365|Along the valley? 1365|It is the sound of water, 1365|It is the sound of waves 1365|That are rolling toward us 1365|Like a great wave. 1365|As the river flows onward, 1365|More distinctly it sounds; 1365|It is the sound of the wind, 1365|It is the sound of the rain, 1365|It is the sound of the sun 1365|That is setting. 1365|A sudden brightness 1365|Breaks o'er the valley; 1365|As the light fades away, 1365|More distinctly it sounds; 1365|It is the light of the sun, 1365|It is the sound of the breeze, 1365|It is the sound of the rain, 1365|It is the sound of the wind. 1365|Then to earth it hovers, 1365|With a hollow murmur; 1365|Though I cannot see it clearly, 1365|It is moving onward, 1365|More distinctly and lowerly 1365|There comes a sound like the sound 1365|Of the winds that are wandering 1365|From the Islands of the Blest, 1365|Like the moan of the ocean 1365|When the tempest is sighing. 1365|Hearts that were beating quick, 1365|Like the pulses of a drum, 1365|Are now still and waiting 1365|Like the silence of the dead. 1365|Lo! the waves come sweeping 1365|Through the valley, 1365|Into which I seem to stand: 1365|It is the land of Bliss, 1365|It is the home of the Castals, 1365|It is the well of Mira 1365|And the Fountain of Rua. 1365|Here, in this warm and fruitful valley, 1365|As the green leaves nourish the germs, 1365|All the little seeds are multiplying, 1365|All the little seeds of Life are sprouting, 1365|Chariots and horses, ricks and cots, 1365|Mara-tents of silver, piers and pails, 1365|Rugs for beds for infants and the aged, 1365|Grottoes for tourists and stores, 1365|Stores and houses, for each countryman ======================================== SAMPLE 30380 ======================================== 1280|"My father was a farmer in Illinois, 1280|And he was struck in a battle with the Reds, 1280|But survived, because he was a son of God; 1280|And his name is John F. Kennedy. 1280|For his life has been the quest of men of noble blood; 1280|In the days of the Republic he fought for the South 1280|Whose banner was the blue and white." 1280|Then there was a pause of laughter 1280|As the ghost of the old farmer passed 1280|To a room in the North Grove 1280|All uninvited, 1280|But he came with laughter-- 1280|The laughter, the lilt of the summer 1280|And the joy that was music in life. 1280|Then the ghosts were silent for hours 1280|And when suddenly the shadows 1280|Ruled the world with a roar. 1280|And now the dead had come to light on the hillside 1280|And stood in the sunlight 1280|In the valley, and the village, 1280|And the road. 1280|And the wind blew down the valley 1280|And changed all the woods to blue-gray sky 1280|And the woods were dark 1280|Till the white blossoms shrieked 1280|And the wind blew up the white roses 1280|And spread them aloft 1280|And the light 1280|Grew soft and tender 1280|And kissed 1280|And kissed. 1280|And the old man bent 1280|His head and wept, 1280|And the old farm, for it had lost its pride, 1280|And a black cloud drifted there. 1280|And the wind blew on, 1280|Till the forest and the forest 1280|Laughed till the earth laughed with them, 1280|And the trees 1280|Took up 1280|The melody 1280|That was their own. 1280|And the old man knew 1280|That the days were gone, 1280|And every hill on the valley's edge 1280|And every tree 1280|That was in the woods in the great spring of time 1280|Were living in bloom 1280|And being seen. 1280|I saw the blue and red blossoms on the tree, 1280|And the trees that are grown in the greenest places 1280|Were singing the old-time words for me, 1280|And I knowed the trees 1280|Would give me the way. 1280|Here's a heart that's never weary, 1280|A heart that's always glad, 1280|Here's a mind that cares not, 1280|And here's a soul that's free. 1280|I have been sad and I have been strong, 1280|And I've been good and wise; 1280|But I never could stand the bitter pain 1280|I have found in seeking to please. 1280|I was always glad I was not born 1280|And so I have lived and served. 1280|I have been happy and I have loved, 1280|And in the name of my God 1280|I have been kind in giving and taking 1280|For all he gave to me. 1280|But I always found that the heart that is glad, 1280|Never the heart that is made, 1280|Does the same thing every day 1280|That I never could do. 1280|And so I have tried to be glad 1280|And the joy I always found 1280|Could never match with the grief that is found 1280|In ever being kind. 1280|How the old birds are singing! 1280|How the old birds are singing! 1280|How the old birds are singing 1280|Like a troop of brave old soldiers 1280|In the old days when the war was over-- 1280|How the old birds are singing. 1280|But the war is over, 1280|And the war is over. 1280|And the war is o'er, 1280|And the war is o'er-- 1280|And we no longer care 1280|About the old days-- 1280|When the old days were gay! 1280|Serve the flag! It doesn't matter. 1280|You can go back home and be a captain ======================================== SAMPLE 30390 ======================================== 1728|and the people's voice, even as he went on his way, for he did not intend to take 1728|consequence. For while on this he was thus going on, he took 1728|up his spear and went onward to take a seat at the other's board, and 1728|there came up the son of Nestor, who was by his own son and by his 1728|nephew. And he spake to him, saying: 1728|'Verily a great marvel it is, Manistæ, that thy lord should come 1728|forth in such array as thou hast for thy lord to see, 1728|who hath now cast thy house in ruin. Nay then, wherefore 1728|are they here in the midst of thy house, who have ever since 1728|begun their youth to quarrel and to blame thee? Verily he is as strong 1728|as another, and hath many men with him: thou hadst him first 1728|him by the hand in war whereof thou wast guiltless, and he 1728|receivest him as a son, a mighty prince. For indeed in a single 1728|season he slew Odysseus of many foes.' 1728|And Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: 1728|'Take counsel with thyself, and let a man go at once at 1728|once, that I may prove to thee the truth of what thou sayest. 1728|Behold, even now he is returning with a spear in his hand. Be 1728|thine heart and let him go. Let the lad ride on in the flesh 1728|and bear the spear for the good of thyself, if perchance some 1728|thinly-worded sayer smiten of evil on thee. And let the 1728|woman take no spear from her husband's side. But if within 1728|some narrow way she scorns to give thee a spear, make a 1728|full halt in thy sorrow, and pray Athene to aid thee.' 1728|And the valiant Nestor answered, saying: 'Surely I would 1728|rather that he had smite me in the open, in that I fear 1728|to be left fatherless and motherless, than that he should come 1728|to harm by the hand of a stranger.' 1728|Then took the son of Nestor hence his own son, the valiant son 1728|of Alcinous, and went on his way to the town. 1728|And the old man Antiphus loved much and believed in all men, 1728|and in the blessed gods. But at last he was so angry at 1728|Odysseus, his lord, that he bade his guards to bind his 1728|hands and the feet of the man, and cast into prison his 1728|hands and the feet of his lord. And the old man Alcinous 1728|sat by the high wall of the city and marvelled at the 1728|stranger's tidings, and called to one another, saying: 1728|'Hear, father Nestor, and understand, that we, who in the 1728|fraying of the great God are at one will and controlled by 1728|all, have a son at hand now who shall be king over the 1728|people and a stranger here in the dear land.' 1728|And Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: 'Never 1728|will I leave this city, that of thy kinsmen most of 1728|thy kindred; but go thou now and bind thy hands and thy 1728|feet, that thou mayest come and abide here with thy 1728|lady company as my guard.' 1728|Thus they spake one to the other, and the guards went to 1728|the town, and the door wide open stood; and they bound 1728|both hands and feet and drew them from the wall of the 1728|city, and put them in the bosom of the ship. Then they 1728|went on to the ship, and stood by the barque of the slayer 1728|citizent, which now lay beside the way, where 1728|the sea poured out. No man knew the sailors, but 1728|the women bare wine to the good oarsmen, and they 1728|stood by their oars. Now when they had put out from the 1728|ship into the deep water, they found Odysseus ======================================== SAMPLE 30400 ======================================== 30332|In his hands his sword, now folded, held, 30332|But to the altar bowed he to a child's. 30332|And when all was over and a little place, 30332|Upon a high-roofed sward he took his rest; 30332|And, on the next day, to his o'erbearing men 30332|He tells him that all is done with his house, 30332|And that he comes home to his own sweet land. 30332|So with no more cause for anger or lament 30332|He went his way, though there was little rest, 30332|And passed with many a bitter word about 30332|The care-worn faces of the dead that he knew, 30332|And many a tale of how the days were spent, 30332|And how the months and days and weeks had been; 30332|Yet ever his heart at last believed a God 30332|Who had become a man, he longed, at last, 30332|By something done, by truth, or love, or pain, 30332|Or at the very least by some strange grace, 30332|To be the better far for all he had done. 30332|But the day after he came to Ismenia, 30332|And the next day in his field sat slaughter-hearted, 30332|Fury-struck, yet waiting for the end of all, 30332|Wishing he had the day without his sword! 30332|Day by day it grew and grew upon his mind, 30332|How all the deeds of men went well in vain, 30332|Or to the end at last it would appear 30332|In some new shape of woe:--at last he sighed, 30332|And in great bitterness he thought of all this, 30332|And turning thoughtfully toward his village-garden, 30332|He passed the twilight hour, and watched the grey sheep go, 30332|And wondering now could see, far off, the sea; 30332|Then, as the evening brought an hour of rest, 30332|From his red-cross banner still he took his way 30332|Into the midst of men and left the wide land. 30332|But, looking up, through the small window passed 30332|A gleaming thing, like fire a moment past, 30332|Then, as he turned, the fire-flax fluttered out 30332|And was consumed in the wind's stirring gear; 30332|And then, a moment in the pleasant air, 30332|The red-cross banner on the river flew 30332|A-flapping, and the sheep on it went past. 30332|Then at his feet the man lay lying fast,-- 30332|A little long-armed monster, white with age 30332|As golden-hung with iron like some proud thing, 30332|And the great wind did, half-frighted at the sight 30332|Of its red-cross banner on the stream, shiver 30332|And reel about his eyes. All silently 30332|He raised it up, and over his body there 30332|The mist rose where he lay at rest or stood, 30332|Until the sky grew dark. Then, in the end, 30332|He murmured soft farewell of the long arms round 30332|And the rich grey eyes, looking upward now 30332|And now downwards, till even the leaves within 30332|Were shaken, till the river mist was done, 30332|And evermore the sun in golden ways 30332|Heaven's sky overhung the meadow-lands;-- 30332|Then in great wonder he looked up, and on, 30332|Through the dark mist he gazed, while o'er the place 30332|As he looked he seemed to hear a song 30332|As yet never heard, nor will it be, 30332|From any where, and far and wide it came 30332|Like singing to his ears. Thus might ye see 30332|The wandering folk who dwell in the fields wide 30332|A-making merry as they pass to and fro, 30332|And his two eyes did open, and he saw 30332|That there was nothing of that in his mind, 30332|Because the dream was past;--but he made no question, 30332|But in his hand the banner took, and on, 30332|As over some far distance he was set, 30332|Till the green grass grew ======================================== SAMPLE 30410 ======================================== 35287|Till the last dreary moment; 35287|I remember, I remember 35287|This very minute; 35287|The heart in my breast lay breaking, 35287|All for the last one: 35287|But there's not a tear I've shed, 35287|For its gloom, I fear, will last me 35287|To eternity! 35287|Then home my thoughts are flying, 35287|To the land afar; 35287|I'll not think of that moment, 35287|Till I come to die! 35287|_Margaret Widdemer._ 35287|When last I drew the curtain, 35287|I gazed on a far-off country, 35287|Wondering at its beauty; 35287|It seemed with life and passion, 35287|There never had been another: 35287|My faith-heart was swelling, 35287|And my bosom was beating, 35287|For the heart I loved's throbbing, 35287|For the love that was throbbing. 35287|But alas! I could only sigh, 35287|When last I gazed on a far-off country, 35287|And the sun was shining proudly, 35287|As I pondered on the far-off country, 35287|With its beauty, far away country, 35287|With its beauty and its glory! 35287|But lo! from my heart rose a sorrow, 35287|As I pondered on the far-off country, 35287|And I saw afar a sorrow, 35287|With the shadow of despair. 35287|With the shadow of despair; 35287|And I saw the last, sad day was breaking, 35287|On this far-off, sunny, shining country, 35287|That was lying desolate. 35287|But I stood with a heavy heart, 35287|On the distant, sandy country, 35287|Where the sun had been smiling, 35287|And the clouds were floating, floating, 35287|O'er the happy land of the people, 35287|O'er the happy land of Ireland, 35287|And the dream of a life well-living, 35287|That had been for ever sleeping, 35287|By this sea of sadness was sleeping! 35287|Ah! the poor, poor heart of young men! 35287|That was like the rest of the world's joys, 35287|But now there is no rest, no bliss, 35287|On this desolate, sown waste of sorrow! 35287|_Frank C. G. in reply._ 35287|You are welcome, dear Professor, 35287|All my tears and sorrow; 35287|But, for you, pray read me, dear Professor, 35287|My sorrow will be mine. 35287|I'm tired of the wail of the aged, 35287|Of the old, old pain; 35287|And I shall feel rather less regretful, 35287|When I'm gone. 35287|'Tis a pity the children are not 35287|As happy as a doggie, 35287|Or the poor old people of the land of the stars, 35287|Is sadder far than my book. 35287|_Margaret Widdemer._ 35287|I fear we shall both perish, my heart, at last. 35287|You will not rest from your toil; 35287|With a heavy heart, I shall not wait 35287|That you may renew your labour. 35287|And a sadder will be the end of it, 35287|And the sorrow will not end. 35287|And yet my grief will be lessened, 35287|If you'll promise to send me one little ray. 35287|In the morning, when I rise, 35287|From my couch and my pillows, 35287|And begin the long day's labours, 35287|I shall see your soul rise up 35287|Under the morning sky, 35287|And shall join your bright company 35287|Ere the morning sun shall light 35287|On that azure-green array'd, 35287|And the first rose's blushing bloom 35287|Shall be worn away. 35287|And I fear your soul will be lighter, 35287|And be kinder, too, when I'm gone from you. 35287|If you do not desire this, 35287 ======================================== SAMPLE 30420 ======================================== 20|But first in this vale, if in your thoughts you delight, 20|To give some idea of thy mean estate, 20|And of the mean state in which thy mind is heap'd 20|With images and fancies rude and wild, 20|To search in solitary dreams, 'mid tears, 20|For some pure thing, that may restore thy lot 20|In sight of all those other monuments 20|Of goodly building, 'gainst the fire-flames builded 20|That overarch the venerable wall, 20|Which never yet had face so lofty framed 20|Nor columns or surrounding architraves 20|To guard the mighty memory of the gods. 20|But I must needs postpone thee to the woods: 20|Now only press forward, till I join thee 20|In this fresh sense of freedom, and behold 20|What strange sight this lovely day doth bring. 20|As one, who having been in prison long 20|Where he had imprisoned all his braines, 20|Deem'd then to be in greatest liberty, 20|New thoughts and manners into his mind 20|Rouse, and new actions begin to act; 20|New feelings from his heart, new ideas arrive, 20|Which then no less than when he wak'd before. 20|So onely can I from writing take, 20|Those new revolted thoughts, those manners new, 20|Those shades, those figures, and those looks, which come 20|So suddenly to me, as if from on high. 20|My head and heart, which lately strove so long 20|In troubled thought to lay the seamewed ship, 20|And those I used to love the best to count, 20|Are now at hand; and I must needs employ 20|My whole mind to this full employment: 20|No other thought can rise to occasion high, 20|Or reason deep for ony other shore, 20|So labour wins, so labour wins, for on 20|Yond noon we to the shore shall our way take, 20|And there our blessed selves once more find out. 20|So thoughts are first conducted to the goal, 20|Then reasons thence, which bring them to it, 20|And lastly pleasure is requited oft 20|By pain; for this good is hard to be get. 20|If then this be the way that heav'n design'd, 20|That he must needs in some kind of trouble find, 20|Which cannot help, but must at worst befall, 20|The work is hard; and who can hope to fix 20|The means, which in the end must surely fail? 20|'Tis very strange, yet God's will it seems to be. 20|He always will design the times persevere 20|That we shall race against the time, and see 20|His handiwork, and beg for it as now. 20|Hence it is miracles are wrought by prayer, 20|Ev'n when the will is laid on God to send, 20|As now, which will be brought, for he doth give, 20|And man must wait till it is again borrowed. 20|These then I pray of a long last appeal 20|Give me respite, and I'll be content. 20|Say then, holiest spirit, that didst inspire 20|My debatable state ere I drew breath, 20|Beneath whose gracious eye my being first 20|Eased the suff'ring blow, whereby my Son 20|Was snatch'd from angry Thurst, from Grief and shame, 20|And me, his precious blood, once more imbued, 20|To gratify his wrath; that henceforth 20|I too might tread the sable pilgrimage, 20|Who, without grace or hallow, may not share 20|With him the holy treasury of life; 20|Whose riches grow in thirsting for the tree 20|Of knowledge, not a little while outdone 20|By Adam's family--say, what say they? 20|Their demands decline, their aspirations 20|Degrade and pass away, while he, whose beams 20|From above look down on earth, and whose breath 20|Is balm, remains content, and will not strive 20|For wealth, or mastery, or the sublimest good. 20|A like instance will I bring of men, 20|Whose wishes often to the place of possession 20|Change hands; at last when fortune has decreed 20|The losing party safely ======================================== SAMPLE 30430 ======================================== 1471|Breathe out your words; 1471|And each thing that is alive, 1471|Laugh, laugh, as of life a joke; 1471|For life is in the air, 1471|And life is in the stone, 1471|And life is in the worm, 1471|And in life the worm. 1471|And that's not the point (said I), 1471|When you were living wise, 1471|And laughing, laughing still, 1471|Laugh, laugh, as of life a joke, 1471|And I am dead, dead still, 1471|Dead as a stone, dead stone, 1471|As a worm, dead worm, 1471|Dead, dead, dead, dead--dead; 1471|And I, whom you would never please, 1471|Stand here in this dust, 1471|Dead as a worm, dead stone, 1471|Death, and as dead. 1471|'Tis a sad day for a poet, 1471|When a man comes back from the east, 1471|Who has turned him with his quay-side, 1471|To sail round the world on the quay; 1471|And he has set his heart all aglow 1471|With the wind's heart, in the west, 1471|Who has run a knot in his cloak-side. 1471|So he has left his heart all aglow 1471|In the wild heart of the wind and the wind, 1471|Who has left his soul all aglow 1471|In the sea-deep of the dead soul, 1471|And the sea was red, and the air was red 1471|With the dead breath of the dying breath 1471|Of a poet who has left life dead. 1471|"I'm sick at heart," quoth he, 1471|"I'll sail by wind's voice to sea; 1471|Why do I sail by wind's voice? 1471|In my heart is pity, 1471|Wherefore should I sail by wind's voice?" 1471|Out on the sea, on the wide sea, 1471|We'll sail in the bay till we stop; 1471|I will be a wood-thrush all night, 1471|And you a lintwhite all day. 1471|Then we'll go in the dark for shelter, 1471|Weary at heart and weak; 1471|And pray like good poets, 1471|Each take his fill of the wind's sigh, 1471|While your seamen read in your book, 1471|As dryad after dryad, 1471|As we have read in the book of the winds 1471|For thee and me and all men." 1471|It was green with the sun, 1471|And the sun shone on him, 1471|And a thousand sweet flowers 1471|Nod over him; 1471|'Neath the green leaves' gold 1471|He bathed them with dew, 1471|And the dew-drops fell 1471|Huge drops of gold. 1471|A hundred summers passed, 1471|And the wind grew mild, 1471|And we found him still a guest 1471|In the house of his king, 1471|In the green house at the end 1471|Of the meadows green. 1471|He took no rest, 1471|But sat and stirred his heart 1471|In a merry wise; 1471|And his heart was small, 1471|With his own heart's merry heart. 1471|He called to the birds, 1471|Calling them by name,-- 1471|All his name in the green leaves hung, 1471|In the branches green. 1471|"O what has God then, 1471|Or what can be like him? 1471|O what else than a wind-swept tree 1471|To have such a heart? 1471|"Yet he hath made me this tree, 1471|With my best blood dried, 1471|For a house and walled dark place 1471|In some happy place 1471|Where my heart should weep no more, 1471|No more weep and groan, 1471|Though my very heart decay, 1471|And my very soul be dead? 1471|"But where is my king, 1471| ======================================== SAMPLE 30440 ======================================== 1727|and the son of Orestes and his wife. This was done both for 1727|the child's safety and for the sake of Eurymachus and his own wife, 1727|whom he still held as the darlings of his father. 1727|{78} In the poem as before it is said that Jove gave the mother 1727|to her son. 1727|{79} These lines contain the narrative of the marriage of 1727|Antinous and Ulysses. 1727|{81} This is to be taken in reference not to the legendus 1727|about Antinous and Ulysses, but to the legendus of Theocritus 1727|about the death of Agamemnon and the coming of Telemachus to 1727|Ithaca. 1727|{82} The latter half of line 7 is not in the original. I read 1727|line 7, "that she has borne child by herself." 1727|{83} It was the custom in antiquity, so I trust, always 1727|with the women to go and offer their rings to the gods of 1727|their particular tribe or clan. 1727|Thus I suppose 1727|"We are at last come to a point where no further progress 1727|can be made." 1727|{84} The next couplet is the same as that of the 1727|parallel in line 8, "We are now nearly at the end of a day in 1727|which no more improvement can have a bearing upon the fate 1727|of our men." That is 1727|{85} So perhaps--but this I can hardly allow. The whole 1727|curious story of Ulysses' going to Ithaca is a history not 1727|very satisfactory to us as mere history of a vagrant sailor 1727|sailing about on a boat loaded with wheaten wheat?--I. 1727|{87} The reason that I have chosen this inscription instead of 1727|line 1, which is the main difference betwixt this and 1727|line 2 of the poem which Ulysses did after him, is that 1727|Line 2 (and the three before it) of lines 2, 3, 1727|and 5 of the poem have been changed to:- 1727|"Loathing the sea and the land beyond it. At length the 1727|greatness of Oceanus overcame me, for I found I was weary of 1727|him. 1727|{88} It is a doubtful authority as to the date of Ulysses' taking of 1727|the town of Ithaca. 1727|{89} The original inscription reads instead 1727|{90} Perhaps these lines are borrowed equally from the 1727|other parts of the poem, and are simply copied from them. But 1727|it is rather certain that the whole poem has borrowed much from 1727|many authors, the most notable among whom were Homer and 1727|Euripides; and, even if by no means the most remarkable, I 1727|mit the authority of the author of the other two poems, namely, 1727|the passage (p. 143) in which they are spoken of as being 1727|penned by the son of Priam, (see above), and the words to 1727|{91} I have already said how the whole poem is borrowed from many 1727|authorities. I can only say that it is borrowed with most 1727|tongue in all the places in which we are told it occurs, and 1727|with the least likelihood of being entirely new. Some of the 1727|recitation is in the dialect spoken by Ulysses and the other 1727|sons; and a great deal of what is said is in the tongues of the 1727|allusions. 1727|{92} The reading in line 6, "that he had seen," which I have 1727|always held as most probable, is also adopted by the 1727|translator. The meaning is--if Ulysses had not been to return 1727|home in time to find Publius still living and at the head of 1727|the affairs of the country. 1727|{93} The parallel with the first poem (p. xli) in the 1727|Paradiso's "Fortunate Daughter," by adding lines 1727|"I would that I were as mighty as Mars, and were as strong as 1727 ======================================== SAMPLE 30450 ======================================== 1279|'Twas thine auld win' tae speak o' loss or fright, 1279|Lose her a' ye owned auld hame to scorn. 1279|But for her sake I'll ne'er be sorry for't; 1279|She's been my ain ever since I first saw't; 1279|Wi' hamely smile she's been the dearer ever 1279|Than a' that's now a' the waur o' men. 1279|Oh, she is the flower that ne'er can wither, 1279|As the ewe is the flower that never grows; 1279|An' her auld mither at hame will sing her, 1279|An' scold for her a' sae stern an' shy; 1279|The auld men are hame a' day sae weel, 1279|An' for their gowd they thank the Lord an' sae dool: 1279|For now the youth they canna buy her, 1279|For now the lasses weans canna name; 1279|But a' for her sake I'll ne'er be sorry 1279|She's been my ain ever since I first saw't! 1279|Oh, she is the flower that ne'er can wither, 1279|As the ewe is the flower that never grows; 1279|An' her auld mither at hame will sing her, 1279|An' scold for her a' sae stern an' shy. 1279|Ye see yon mither a wee dowie, 1279|Her miller's sindle a lammie; 1279|Her wifie-keeper's a lammie, 1279|But she ne'er gae to the dragg'd o't. 1279|A wee weenin' o't, was then the deal, 1279|Her brother to send some; 1279|And, sune mony times, for a' the fee, 1279|He had a lammie to sell. 1279|She gat the lammie; then she set it down, 1279|Then sune she run awa; 1279|"Ye'se live to rale an' reel aboon," 1279|"It's fice to a'," said she, 1279|"And now my lammie's at hoore aboon, 1279|And ye may tak' it in hame, 1279|It'll gi'e ye mair than it's worth." 1279|"Now wait, till yer guidman comes"-- 1279|"Saddle, my man, an' haud the thrummock; 1279|For I must here," quo' she,-- 1279|"Ye'll waur it here at hame fu' cheep, 1279|And I'll get ye out o' punder, 1279|An' ye'll hae hame at hame fu' cheep, 1279|An' I'll gi'e ye out o' punder, 1279|For I must here must here must here." 1279|His guidward out he gaed, 1279|Like kytheist on the wind: 1279|And here and there came straying 1279|Blacksleeves o' mischief: 1279|And here and there the blinks were seen, 1279|As the guidward wind blew; 1279|And the blinks were a-sipping 1279|On the flow'rets brae; 1279|And the flow'rets for them blinks gave, 1279|As they ran awa. 1279|They were aften winking, 1279|Twinkling in the blae mune, 1279|Wi' a howlin and a wee, 1279|As they sat sae braw; 1279|While we watch'd, for they never stirred, 1279|In the dancing days o' yore, 1279|And the guidward wind was blowing, 1279|Wind that was braw an' war, 1279|And the flow'rets for them were a-sipping, 1279|As they ran awa. 1279|See them plump an' stately, 1279|Wi' their beards like birk cocks; 1279|Like a' the cogs o' a' the machine, ======================================== SAMPLE 30460 ======================================== 8672|To some one's grave, 8672|And let the soul within 8672|Feel like its heaven. 8672|The moon, a maid, hath kissed 8672|Her votive head, 8672|And left it white with weeping: 8672|She smiles through tears, and sighs, 8672|And wails, and sighs again: 8672|Sick is the soul that seeks 8672|Its God's dear face. 8672|The sun hath dried his lips 8672|With his rising ray, 8672|And lads, who frequent weep, 8672|Shall find a respite here. 8672|Some, who are weak of frame, 8672|Will find a balm to bleed 8672|The wounds that pain hath made: 8672|The saints, who are pure of heart, 8672|Their grief will share for thee; 8672|Those sinners, who will find 8672|Their own black sins forgiven, 8672|They'll live in thee, and there, 8672|And let thee take their part. 8672|Some, whose eyes with pity glow, 8672|Will look before and after, 8672|When, to make all thought complete, 8672|They've viewed a grave at eve: 8672|And some who have been lost 8672|By Fortune's cruel wreck, 8672|Will leave thee, at thy side, 8672|The blessings they would give, 8672|To live in thee, and there, 8672|And give thee back their right. 8672|And some, whose hearts full of love, 8672|Forgot their sins for thee, 8672|Will give--to keep their promise-- 8672|All that they are due: 8672|Those souls, whene'er they will, 8672|That longed for heaven when young, 8672|And wished they'd died alone; 8672|But must not, to fulfil 8672|Their wish, live in thy shade. 8672|And some, whose minds and wills 8672|Have longed to leave thee still, 8672|Will, by the light of grace, 8672|Bequeathed thee of old: 8672|Those who were born too safe 8672|To sin once in the fall, 8672|Will, at thy feet laid down, 8672|By friends at loss for thee, 8672|Stand at thy right side. 8672|There are of men the first, 8672|The few alone of fame; 8672|But thou hast a chosen race 8672|Who live in thy mild shade; 8672|And some the pride of pride, 8672|Are glorious to thy sight. 8672|Thy mildest rays that shine 8672|So calm on earth they shine, 8672|That even the heart they move 8672|Is silent as a stone. 8672|Thy air is still and clear, 8672|So mellow is thy air; 8672|Thy earth is grey, thy sky 8672|Was made of yew and ivy! 8672|And many an evening, when 8672|We're all alone, 8672|A smile so sweet to me 8672|The first comes oer my brows. 8672|And the first word in English 8672|That I've learned, 8672|Is the sound of my mother, 8672|Or a word or two. 8672|And she says to her babes when 8672|They are a-weeping and a-waking, 8672|"Good-bye; good-bye;" 8672|We kiss and look and nod each 8672|And each's a-musing my baby, 8672|And both our hearts are a-waking 8672|And my babes go away. 8672|It is the same when the child is waking or sleeping, 8672|The mother's voice in the darkness is calling him up; 8672|The baby comes up, she hears the mother singing him good-by, 8672|And the babe in his dream seems to say something to her, 8672|And his mother's lips move, she turns her face and looks at her, 8672|And he seems to call to her, and she's got all on her mind. 8672|When the child wakes, the mother's eyes are in the pillow, 8672 ======================================== SAMPLE 30470 ======================================== 3628|For the long walk across the ferny hill, 3628|And the quiet of the moonlit woods 3628|Lonely from your lonely home and me. 3628|And I will linger till you walk no more, 3628|And no more shall you watch with me. 3628|I can watch while they lay you out in the sun, 3628|And watch the white clouds drifting by, 3628|Till the sunbeam dies in the twilight air, 3628|And the shadows pass across the grass, 3628|And slowly they sink into your shade, 3628|Beneath the stars, with a smile on your lips so sweet. 3628|And I will linger till you lay your head on my breast, 3628|And I can dream when you lean on my knee, 3628|And I turn your hair to the soft gold from the sea, 3628|And it smiles to my eyes through the gloom. 3628|And I'll think you so near me I will not see 3628|If there be a breath beneath your breath, 3628|Or a shadow in the sunset air. 3628|So many years of solitude, 3628|A weary walk across the world, 3628|A weary moan for the lost ones yet 3628|Whose fate is not yet named. 3628|My own I called _Him_--I called Him, 3628|But his tongue is closed and still, 3628|And my lips will never say _He_, 3628|Because He lives in me. 3628|When night is over and day is but an empty space, 3628|And I lie down at seven in my old grey gaiters; 3628|When I'm warm and snug, and my soul seems full of warmth, 3628|And I am only thinking of the things that I have got; 3628|When my heart is thrashed and my spirits are in a knot, 3628|I don't know if I shall want to go to Heaven to-night. 3628|Then I'll think of the things that I haven't got to get, 3628|And they will all come back to me and make me very sad. 3628|The man that I have known and the life that I have known 3628|Is not the same when I am gone and the years are but a span. 3628|When the wind blows with the track of a rifle through the snow 3628|And the road for the driver is so dark and snowy, 3628|How I wish and how could I wait it must be to the end, 3628|To what very far in the world will I be hurled, 3628|Or be saved when all is lost. 3628|And no matter where I lie or what else I am, 3628|I will be saved somehow--there is only one thing to do-- 3628|To go through life as one who has tried and found it alright, 3628|While my thoughts go back to the things that I have got. 3628|When the years of toil are past and the feet are weary, 3628|And life is but a dream without another to beguile, 3628|Then the years that are over and the years that are past 3628|Will never make seem so very very strange that I am here, 3628|Only I know that I have struggled and found it alright, 3628|While my heart goes back to things that I have got. 3628|And when the heart is hard and the head is empty, 3628|And the past that is over will never make myself and me, 3628|Then I'll turn to the things that have got me by the hair 3628|When the years that are over and the times that are past. 3628|For there will never be another for me nor yours 3628|But one more lasting, and I would not change it for a coin. 3628|And there will never be another for me nor mine, 3628|But one who's true and one who's false to me and yours. 3628|There will never be another for you and there will never be another 3628|But you and mine at last, 3628|What will it be like when you and I 3628|Can't have life any more? 3628|When you and I have given our hearts to death and nothing more to each other 3628|But we shall lie and rot and lie and lie. 3628|Where no sunlight penetrates 3628|The hollowed ======================================== SAMPLE 30480 ======================================== 30672|When the heart is broken 30672|By the tempest driven, 30672|And the soul that trembles 30672|Has no longer power 30672|To stand in darkness, 30672|That all night has yearned-- 30672|It is death to say: 30672|"O God! the winds are cold!" 30672|When the heart is left desolate 30672|And the spirit with the clay is spent, 30672|Then the soul takes up again 30672|Its pilgrim task of man's--life. 30672|O Love! I cannot see 30672|The face I used to see 30672|Over the walls of Delight; 30672|Love's face is there--I see it now, 30672|But the eyes are fled. 30672|"Tell me, tell me, love," she said, 30672|"What is to befall you and me?" 30672|I answered, cold and still-- 30672|"When summer glories fall 30672|I seek the wood to-day, 30672|Bareheaded, and in slumber laid." 30672|"I seek the woods to-day 30672|But the shadows are on the tree, 30672|The shadows on the lea, 30672|And all I see is night!" 30672|She said, "O heart, it is so"-- 30672|"But, lo! I see him stand, 30672|And, hark! I hear him call, 30672|'Come hither from afar, 30672|I care not for the world. 30672|'Tis my great God I come, 30672|A little way from here, 30672|To show Himself unkind.'" 30672|She said, "O love, what were 30672|The world to me, if I could sink 30672|Into His arms, I know not where? 30672|"I feel within my breast 30672|A mighty bounding breast 30672|That bursts, as if with flames and storms, 30672|Into three hundred miles!" 30672|She said, "O love, I kneel 30672|To have you with me to the grave; 30672|But, lo! beneath the sod 30672|A barefoot babe I see, 30672|That, wakened in the night, 30672|His frail heart bled to death." 30672|She said, "O love, my lord, 30672|Your poor soul is torn and torn; 30672|The bitter tears are shed, 30672|The man is torn and slain. 30672|"If only I could clasp 30672|A man whom I would save, 30672|To keep His Cross for me, 30672|Would I be made a saint!" 30672|She said, "O God, my lord, 30672|Is it for this I crave to stand 30672|Beneath the moonlight's star! 30672|Is it for this I wail? 30672|Is it for this that I would die 30672|To hear his voice again? 30672|"Is it for this I wander by 30672|To find the path of grief? 30672|Is it for this I walk in pain 30672|Where I have never been? 30672|Is it for this I'd fain be gone 30672|Where I have never been?" 30672|She said, "O love, my lord, 30672|We shall never rest together, 30672|Our life is a vain play. 30672|"We shall never meet again, 30672|And no kind word at last 30672|Shall come from his lips to me, 30672|Upon this heart of mine!" 30672|O'er the bright, glad stars 30672|Shone the sun's warm face; 30672|But the wind and rain, 30672|Gently, lightly falling, 30672|Nestled on Earth. 30672|O'er the glad, fresh earth 30672|Shone the star bright green, 30672|When Jesus breathed 30672|His love among us. 30672|So I stilled the loud winds, 30672|And in the chill wind's power 30672|Drew a misty line, 30672|Till the lines grew long and dim 30672|Where the stars shone out, 30672| ======================================== SAMPLE 30490 ======================================== 28375|If he, who doth the world's power obey, 28375|Of that, if God or fool, 'tis sure to stay. 28375|If, by some lucky chance, he stay not by, 28375|His spirit will be to his own command; 28375|Or, if he run too fast, he must not speed, 28375|What 'broke he's good for that, but he would do; 28375|So that a more and happier man 28375|Thereon may not be had by any day. 28375|I wish the day that did begin, 28375|And with a sun doth grow day by day! 28375|For which, dear Lord, it is not meet 28375|To say one thing is not, and do the same. 28375|Thou wilt permit my words to fall, 28375|And keep me in, till they shall meet with the grave; 28375|But 'twill be a bitter fruit, I declare, 28375|If thou and thy Lord should both agree, 28375|How soon wouldst thou be at last, indeed, 28375|For God's recompense, for doing that! 28375|But see, the day is come, this happy day, 28375|When thou wilt let us quit this worldly deal: 28375|And that which we do on the earth to-day 28375|Was but a flower of the time to come. 28375|And yet what were it all to us, and why, 28375|Which was that hour of joy, when we alone 28375|We thought on God, and on Him that loved us. 28375|And, as I said before, we are now brought 28375|In to an hour, the which we inly feel 28375|To part from Him, and from our Saviour too. 28375|But this, this our happy hour, with us doth flow, 28375|And is not so very long without thine aid. 28375|What, then, can we say, but thou shalt hold us fast? 28375|And here then, I am not the first to feel 28375|Thy presence in a lonely world to roam, 28375|As doth happen to himself and all his kind. 28375|Thy glory shines in heaven; and from that height 28375|We feel thy glory, even in this short period. 28375|Though all have given us thy help, and made us all 28375|Some part of thee, we are but part of thy state. 28375|But yet for this, as there is always room 28375|For more of goodness than of righteousness, 28375|Let us, while we remain on earth, receive 28375|That blessed change, which comes of being blest; 28375|And while our hearts to goodness so adore, 28375|We may for ever in peace sit at rest. 28375|This world hath many things to do, I say; 28375|Let us not think that we thus can alone 28375|In the end of so short a time remain, 28375|When they, that life in thee can never move, 28375|Will vanish ere the closing of the day. 28375|As some great river, when its tide doth seem 28375|The whole earth asleep, but for their home, 28375|Still more and more their waters seem to be 28375|Rolling upon them and not o'er themselves; 28375|Then comes forth, and gives all that sleep to all, 28375|And no one ship, nor any sail is found 28375|To set the people on their homeward way. 28375|But if the world doth come in haste and fear, 28375|Not knowing the end of its swift career, 28375|Some will go on, and some will quickly go 28375|And what their flight, or whither, there's no sure 28375|To find; for time and fortune are their foes. 28375|Farewell, but fear no more, for it is not so, 28375|And still thou can'st be a good man, not a king. 28375|And, as some say, the good, so say some more, 28375|Are such as none who have been found to know; 28375|And this being so, let us not scorn to hear 28375|A tale such as none may tell, yet shall last. 28375|In what's called the first Canto ======================================== SAMPLE 30500 ======================================== 13646|"O wisest of the wise! I'll try to guess 13646|What's in the matter; and if I fail, 13646|At least I'll fail in trying to guess." 13646|The young woman, feeling her abysm, 13646|Thrust the device into his hand, 13646|And then, as if the wisest had failed, 13646|Replied, in serious solemn tone, 13646|"All life is like a clock, that strikes one, 13646|And then goes off for a moment's space, 13646|Resembling nothing so much in retrospect, 13646|As a dead step in the path before it." 13646|This said, her lips, half-open, faltered out 13646|With a sad hesitation, like a sieve; 13646|She shook her head, and, in a diffident voice, 13646|Offered her congratulations on 13646|Her friend's tongue. "Yes, my dear Miss, it is, 13646|Indeed, an excellent truth! A truth 13646|Which is most often not well understood, 13646|Unless it's preached with zeal and zeal with truth." 13646|"Thirteen years old, and just starting to stitch!" 13646|The girl smiled sadly, and her voice broke. 13646|"But why," she added, in a low but sweet strain, 13646|"Why have you never advised me to buy 13646|My two best horses, rather to replace 13646|My present master, who at our courser races 13646|Has proved himself as fast, and with most merriment, 13646|And has had no whit of superiority? 13646|"Well, 'tis a folly, my dear Miss, to fear 13646|So trivial an influence on the will 13646|Of the least part of mankind, who's much too prone 13646|To think each man has more to gain by skill, 13646|Than he has by skill! I can't understand." 13646|"Nay, nay," the girl said with a scornful smile, 13646|"You see you, of course, it's the law of gain 13646|That counts. I should be glad to help you out 13646|With that new machine I have; and what's yours 13646|I'll give you, for a time, only be sure 13646|That you have time to use it right. I'll keep 13646|My head quite clear. But if you should prove 13646|Too tired for stitching, you may send it in." 13646|The child, with that kind, patronizing air, 13646|Sheltered her from censure, as her own hands 13646|Were not at fault. All had been as it seemed, 13646|And that sweet girl had played an excellent part. 13646|At last the last was over, and Miss Lucy West 13646|(Her good-looking friends, perhaps, missed it) said, 13646|"If I but understand the story right, 13646|This poor little fellow, for all his faults, 13646|Is still, in all appearance, a most useful worker! 13646|Of course I knew it, for one sees what luck 13646|Can easily outlive faults; or else, Lucy West, 13646|You know me better than to venture to mention 13646|Thoughtless words of idle criticism to one 13646|Who has a mind to give her own judgment heed. 13646|"You seem, I am no critic, to attack, 13646|And you yourself have had enough of that, 13646|And you are going to marry, in the end, 13646|A man of your country, not your blood. And 13646|If you have not a quarrel to settle with, 13646|Think of me as a brother, Miss White, and say, 13646|'I shall be glad to let you settle yours.' 13646|"Indeed, I know I'm not a critic, for I 13646|Have seen you as you were meant to see; 13646|And, in addition to your kindness to all, 13646|I can't help liking you, for just your way, 13646|With its easy virtue, and with your easy pride, 13646|And kindness sweet and gentleness; I can't tell 13646|Which I like the better part; you and I 13646|Do ======================================== SAMPLE 30510 ======================================== 1304|Of all the woe that's left me, 1304|I know my Mary's name: 1304|I know it by her bright blue eye! 1304|'Come! and draw the mist away, 1304|And give my darling room; 1304|And let my Mary's cheek be wet 1304|With all the balm ye hold! 1304|And, Sally, on thee I'll place 1304|Such love-charms as thou canst tell, 1304|If thou wilt only know! 1304|'That thou mayst teach my child to read, 1304|To write, to shoot, to fowle, 1304|And, in short, to all obey 1304|The ways of men and maids-- 1304|And that my baby may not lie 1304|Where other babies do-- 1304|And may enjoy a full supply 1304|Of siller tea and bread; 1304|And may to other maids aspire 1304|In form of resolutions too, 1304|If thou wilt, kind sir, declare, 1304|May all my wants be fairly met; 1304|For I'm sure at Mary's palace 1304|Must have a pretty gown on.' 1304|We're o'er the Border at the most, 1304|I fear me, sir, you'd fain see: 1304|We're o'er the Border at the least 1304|I pray not, sir, yet once more, 1304|I beg to say good bye, 1304|For I canna join you there, 1304|Though I am ne'er so sure. 1304|There's little Jack, and little Jill, 1304|And little Jim, of course; 1304|And little Willie, too, 1304|A boy he'd rather be. 1304|And then comes little Joe,-- 1304|How do you think of that? 1304|We'll leave them all, Sir, to trim the 1304|Now, you know, good-bye, good-bye, 1304|Good-bye, little Ellen, 1304|My good little Ellen; 1304|I wish I were at home, 1304|Or at least nearer you.] 1304|The day's work's done, the winter nights are cold, 1304|And little girls must needs be good at home.] 1304|The bed-time is a joy, the books we read that night 1304|Are often most delightful,] 1304|When I would, perhaps, I could some day be a priest, 1304|And preach and wrangle,-- 1304|To little folks this is a wonderful thing. 1304|Then we will have a long day's walking; 1304|We'll go to the park, 1304|And see the chimneys burn, 1304|And take a walk in the sunset wood, 1304|When we have finished our watch in the wood. 1304|Then we will go to the church-yard; 1304|All good little girls should be happy and gay. 1304|Then we will go to the playground; 1304|There we'll see each other when we have done. 1304|Next we'll have a pleasant picnic 1304|Of fruits and flowers; 1304|And having got together all we wish to carry, 1304|We will homeward hasten with a brisk hurrah! 1304|The little girls should dance, the boys should sing, 1304|The clock should run slowly for us all, 1304|And the angels should shout, We'll all do well together! 1304|We will all do well together! 1304|And I, in my soul, will wish that I too 1304|Were a little child, just ready to go to school. 1304|I will take my embroider'd arbour, 1304|And my books and servants to the school, 1304|And I'll to school when summer is gone: 1304|I shall learn in the streets to read and write: 1304|I'll study in the schools to make good studies, 1304|And never, never to a public school go. 1304|I shall go to lessons with a smile on my face, 1304|And my tutor teach me how to live and breathe, 1304|How to walk, and to stand on two feet at all times, 1304|And what's good to ======================================== SAMPLE 30520 ======================================== 2490|That in his soul's deep sea may never pass 2490|As when the shipman's helm first gazed the land!" 2490|"Plead no more in vain. Let truth speak the truth: 2490|All things that are, and ever were, and are, 2490|Night and day, are but the self-same secret 2490|Of that eternal mystery which heeds not change 2490|The fortunes of men, made happy only when 2490|They trust in destiny; and, ever on 2490|By those who breathe the breath of life, the Muse 2490|Wanders through her long procession of hope. 2490|All things are in her hand. The wind may smite, 2490|The frost may murder, the worst event may come, 2490|The brightest star may perish in the dawn, 2490|She comes with shield and sword, and turns aside 2490|The tides of Time that alter and intermix. 2490|The changeful Muse is mortal as the day; 2490|But in that vast Omnipotence which reigns 2490|Over all space, where is her fount the sun, 2490|Where is her sleep the soundless moonlight's chime? 2490|The sea that rolls from shore to shore, she hears-- 2490|She treads it as the tide winds on before. 2490|The many worlds by many nations she 2490|Unrolls in her unbounded book of sky. 2490|Then, in those mighty harbors of the Mind 2490|Where memory seals her ships and takes her wing, 2490|And leaves no drifting cargoes to defile 2490|Her bounty,--with her solemn trump she sways 2490|The solemn hour, and sings aloud her praise. 2490|What can I do but be so great in her praise? 2490|She who could lift me from the dust of Man, 2490|From the low slime of irrevocable guilt, 2490|To that high height of honour and sublime 2490|Which is not to be lost, yet is to live for ever. 2490|My soul shall sing for ever. O that I could sing 2490|Such songs as great souls praise. For never yet 2490|Was heard such music on the spheres. Sing on! 2490|Blow out, thou clarion-sound, over the din 2490|Of discordant life, and over the tread 2490|Of unrecorded years, and sing that song 2490|Which only love can utter. And while thou treadest 2490|The treasured scores of unremembering, 2490|I will not doubt thee. All my being is tune 2490|To that high harmony, and thou mayst say, 2490|'I was a minstrel then, and I shall be one 2490|When I have done this deed.' " 2490|"If thou in singing hast any need, 2490|Or any thing that thou canst do, 2490|Or any gift thou hast, or desire, 2490|Send it to me. I am that I can give, 2490|Not thou that wilt do." 2490|"Sing me the great unrolling of the Song, 2490|Which the great Creator stretches, 2490|And the great Creator's voice is music, 2490|And can breathe it anywhere. 2490|And I will laugh at that discord of sounds, 2490|And the discord of phrases, that leads me down 2490|To a vain, futile, vain endeavour 2490|To follow the One whose image I see, 2490|The One whom I have missed. 2490|Thou art the One, whom I shall never see, 2490|I am the One, whose hand is ever at thy wrist 2490|That guides me through the labyrinths of space 2490|That circle this world. 2490|I am the One who all life's changes obeys, 2490|Who knows all places and times, 2490|I am the One who made the world beneath the sky 2490|And stretched the ocean white; 2490|And He who fashioned me shall not forget 2490|Whate'er He gave me. 2490|I am the One who loves thee, and my love 2490|Will be an infinite delight. 2490|Oh, my love! if I were in the room 2490|I know not, but I would ======================================== SAMPLE 30530 ======================================== 1304|In that fair valley; 1304|And to th' Old-Man he says, 1304|A cup of his latest brew, 1304|And he swears to you, 1304|That this is the finest he shall drink, 1304|For never was such a draught seen 1304|In all this towne. 1304|Then round the old man's waist he threw 1304|A chain of emerald chaines, 1304|To which the Old-Man's hond's full set, 1304|And bound up tight. 1304|That chain, or rather twa, twa rings, 1304|With which he bounds; 1304|And bound up tight, 1304|As he swears to you, 1304|This chain is the finest he shall fly. 1304|and, when the Old-Man is wounded again, 1304|and in all his wit is now no more. 1304|I can go through the foreste, 1304|and through the fielde; 1304|I can go through the forest 1304|and through the vale; 1304|The woods and the mountains 1304|will make me no lamentations, 1304|nor any threats: 1304|The skies will cover me 1304|if my footsteps stray: 1304|I will lay me down on the bank 1304|that winds about: 1304|And there will I rest, 1304|my wearied virtue; 1304|for the brave men here lie 1304|around me everywhere. 1304|the old man fell as one dead and fast. 1304|BETRAYAL OF THE BIRDS. A work begun in England 1304|in 1692. Written with great violence by one 1304|who had once been a preacher in the country. 1304|And now we have the true sound of bells, 1304|and now our warbling birds begin to sing: 1304|Sing dolefully! though the night is still, 1304|and the dead lie in the dark and silent mound, 1304|Sing dolefully! though ye are sick, 1304|and the sleep of death is on your eyes. 1304|Ye cannot die; life daunts ye not; 1304|yet your spirits droop not as the dead! 1304|and their songs, and their mournful cry, 1304|Doth your heart swell with the old strange dread? 1304|Yes, we were sad, we were sad, the night before 1304|The brave men were a-weary, and the night before 1304|The bells were a-tolling, and the night before 1304|The bird was boding, and the day before 1304|We could sleep sound, and we slept as sound 1304|As she that slept again, as we lay 1304|A-weary in the field with the dead, 1304|We three, three little children dear. 1304|(We have buried her, our little miss, 1304|And we have taken sleep with us all.) 1304|But the day will dawn with a misty dawn, 1304|And the brave men will be waiting there 1304|By the black mound of the battlements high, 1304|Where we had buried our little miss. 1304|O, then come you as the night is dim, 1304|And the black mound rises high and high, 1304|The gallant dead you will come unto, 1304|In their glory and their might to rise; 1304|But the joyous dead are a-sleep. 1304|They rest till the morn--they sleep till the noon, 1304|And they hear their loved ones call again. 1304|But the sun comes a-shining! it breaks 1304|The day's dull shell, and its white sails shake. 1304|And the brave men of the British shore 1304|Shout as they go gallantly to meet 1304|The foe in the British town! 1304|THOU hast sat in thy golden chair, 1304|And hast heard the wise men tell: 1304|Come in, come in, my dearest, come in! 1304|What wouldst thou with thy merry men, 1304|My goodly friends of the house? 1304|A-sjoyning, a-shouting, a-calling, a-calling, 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 30540 ======================================== 26333|A man's life is a river; and a man 26333|Must swim or sink: his destiny is plain 26333|With its rebuke,--nor needs my song prolong 26333|To prove it. 26333|I tell you this because, long ago, 26333|My own heart stood confessing me to heaven, 26333|Where I can say with Jesus Christ my head 26333|"I know that heaven is here,"--there, in the glow 26333|Of its own glory. 26333|How happy there, when the mind, at times, 26333|Is heavy with the thoughts that now consort 26333|With the sunshine of a life at rest from care 26333|And that peace that we find so welcome! 26333|Yes--hang the pinions of your race 26333|On that face that ye made your mother's own. 26333|And never let it be said that aught was gained 26333|By blood or marriage, for that still the name 26333|Of your mother is in your heart. 26333|Love her--and let the memory of her live 26333|Ever in your heart as a thought of heaven! 26333|Her soul's the air we breathe,--and she has left 26333|Behind her a name that shall not die. 26333|Her name shall rise,--a star-gleam in the east,-- 26333|A beacon in our troubled life,-- 26333|The sun shall shine o'er the paths we roam, 26333|And bright as it is night, we'll find 26333|The evening star is twinkling on the spray 26333|Of sea-like waters, in the west 26333|The silent angel of the darkling night 26333|Is holding aloft his golden lamp 26333|In perfect silence. Oh, 'twill be sweet, 26333|To wake and find the twilight star of night 26333|Aloft upon the mountain-peak of prayer. 26333|And sweet to look into the star's calm eyes 26333|And hear its whisper, "I am love!" 26333|I heard the white moon riding the blue air, 26333|A moment, over the dark old woods, 26333|Where, slow a-faster and bolder grew, 26333|Past the faint light of any star,-- 26333|A faltering cry from a sweet voice,-- 26333|A long low "O, Love! O, Love!" 26333|And my heart stood still. 26333|From the deeps of memory arose 26333|And seemed a mighty song. 26333|Then sudden I grew sick to hate, 26333|For sure to Love there must have passed 26333|A soul at some love's door. 26333|I was the maid I used to be, 26333|I was the girl I used to be; 26333|And the sweet old dreams of boyhood all were stilled,-- 26333|The dreams of my lost life in that fair old town 26333|Where the old ghosts of my passion still are. 26333|But the moon came, a silver-flecked, silver speck, 26333|Across the hills, and left me alone. 26333|I was alone--but I knew I could find 26333|My lover in the lonely ground 26333|Of the woods, where only the voice of a bird is heard, 26333|Far off, and faint and far known of me. 26333|And so I came to the lone place and sought 26333|Where my lost love had dwelt. 26333|I found her kneeling by the thorn-tree's root. 26333|I could not kneel to her; 26333|I longed, as years ago I used to fain 26333|Have knelt to her of yore,--but kneeling here, 26333|It seemed to me that I must stand. 26333|I loved her when she did not know 26333|That I loved her; 26333|Ah, yes, I loved her when she did not know 26333|That I loved her. 26333|For she had come with the passing night, 26333|And had passed from my waking life away. 26333|A girl whose beauty had passed away. 26333|And the dark place was dark as a dream: 26333|And I knelt beside her, as if she were 26333|A flower in a May-bower ======================================== SAMPLE 30550 ======================================== 18500|I hae been a' the tays, 18500|And a' the mune o' t' lea, 18500|But I now am a' the three; 18500|For if I was but three, 18500|I fear we ne'er might see 18500|Ae t' kind o' a' ither fa'. 18500|Now the four wise gleg spheres, 18500|Frae whence we hae begun, 18500|Shall never, never doen 18500|For four such gleg a day 18500|To whiles a' doan stand 18500|Ae gleg daft atween, 18500|We'll never whiles be lang, 18500|If we're but three athe, 18500|I wad think, no doubt, 18500|We'd a' been dout wi' grief: 18500|The four wiles, then, to set 18500|Our hearts right in our feet, 18500|We will aye anither be 18500|As free fra' the auld as we can. 18500|For nane owre i't' four wise man, 18500|To tak the first advanc't, 18500|Or to help him to the end: 18500|But a' his luck, my dear, 18500|And his o' auld or young frae 18500|Come wi' ae leal, ae kiss o't, 18500|And auld or young, or young at all. 18500|But the leevin' o' a' the three, 18500|Shall save us a' in one; 18500|And their leevin', then, wi' two-- 18500|To keep them in our ken, 18500|Shall save us, a' by-an'-bye 18500|The toime o' life frae lea. 18500|My sire was a hunter, 18500|My mother was faire; 18500|In winter e'er sae crisp, 18500|They made a bonnie bed. 18500|My father was a sallow 18500|Poor man fu' low'! 18500|And e'er he died a dry 18500|Sinner he was to me-- 18500|For the bonnie mither had a wedding present 18500|(Such a bonnie bride was she)! 18500|She brought us on her arm, 18500|Her boddice, too; 18500|She took my mother's charms 18500|In lieu of one-- 18500|There never was a lad, 18500|At twenty year and four, 18500|To love as I do-- 18500|There never was a lass, 18500|At fifteen year and nine, 18500|To love as I do. 18500|She's gane to the ghoaste steep 18500|The ghonnauro steep, 18500|I saw her spune the morn 18500|The bauld steep wi' me; 18500|So sweet she is, wi' me 18500|She's gane to the ghoaste steep, 18500|The ghonnauro steep. 18500|What say'st's my dweel gowain, 18500|Sair mon, sair mon? 18500|Dree wi' me a blink-- 18500|Dweel to me a blink. 18500|The sun looks blythe on yon hills, 18500|The wind sall gow a ride, 18500|And the woodlark sips on the birk, 18500|And the mavis is singing. 18500|It's a' for the bonnie blackbird, 18500|An' his horn it warms, 18500|He sips on the birk and he sips 18500|At the rock and the shaw. 18500|For a bonnie blackbird sips, 18500|An' sing as he flows; 18500|He sips on the birk and he sips 18500|At the rock and the shaw. 18500|Ye sarks o' leal harumphant 18500|An' ye wou'd sich rewards, 18500|Ye sarks o' dainty delights, 18500|We sarks sall freen'ly roun'. 18500 ======================================== SAMPLE 30560 ======================================== 13650|And if I don't make you laugh 13650|Then I know my mother's dead". 13650|"Och! look at her, she's a queen", 13650|Ans. "It's nothing but a face" – 13650|"Well", quo', "well, but it sings", 13650|Ans. "What a great song it makes", 13650|But, with a sudden start, 13650|The poor thing dropped the quill, 13650|Which was still twitching there. 13650|They cut away the head; 13650|"The doll's too young", they said: 13650|"We make too young our dolls", 13650|And thus the young Sir Bate 13650|Was drowned in the bath. 13650|The day is done, the day is done: 13650|My candle dies too, alas; 13650|An owl is flying overhead, 13650|And the lamp he uses is quaking. 13650|And do you hear, poor boy, do I hear, 13650|In the darkness, in the night, 13650|Your footstep sound like the tread of the dead, 13650|And the pillow beneath your nose? 13650|It's the old clock in the attic underneath 13650|With the china at the top: 13650|And you look up at it, when the moon's a-waning, 13650|And the stars grow dim above. 13650|I shut my eyes and can see the stars: 13650|To me, they're like the little ladies 13650|Who shone upon the night-gods' court 13650|One happy day in ages past: 13650|Or like fairies, or like hobgoblins, 13650|Or like witches' steps that pass. 13650|But what do they care? all's over now, 13650|The fun is done,--the fun is done! 13650|It's the old clock in the attic underneath 13650|With the china at the top: 13650|And you look up at it, when the moon's a-waning, 13650|And the stars grow dim above. 13650|"O Chuck, stop! my dear! 13650|Charlie's a pig, and I'm a he; 13650|And I'll go round the street 13650|As fast as I can; 13650|My mother sent her mither, 13650|And auntie Jemima, 13650|To sell poor Charlie." 13650|"O Chuck, my dear! 13650|Charlie won't do it! 13650|The fair's upon this day"; 13650|"Oh, then I shall; 13650|But, my dear, 13650|I'll hasten away"; 13650|"I'll not hasten away; 13650|I'll go with you"; 13650|But if they caught us 13650|We wouldn't go, 13650|We'd fly for life, 13650|And live with Charlie." 13650|"O Chuck, my dear! 13650|Charlie's a pig, and I'm a he; 13650|And I'll go round the street 13650|As fast as I can; 13650|And I'll marry him"; 13650|"But come with me; 13650|And when you wed, 13650|Don't forget to tell me what's the matter"; 13650|"Oh, let me see, 13650|My dear, 13650|How Charlie's gone". 13650|"And I'll be there, my dear, 13650|And I'll show you Charlie"; 13650|"But, my dear, 13650|My dear, 13650|We can't go now"; 13650|So that's the way 13650|They took him. 13650|"O Chuck, my dear! 13650|Charlie's a pig, and I'm a he; 13650|And I'll go round the street 13650|As fast as I can; 13650|My aunt sent her maid, 13650|And mother kind, 13650|And with my mither 13650|I'll go to the fair"; 13650|"Oh, then I'll be there, my dear! 13650|And I'll tell the people all"; 13650|"I'll leave you now"; 13650|"What! you will, or I ======================================== SAMPLE 30570 ======================================== 12286|Away! away! 12286|And now--O I'm far away-- 12286|I can almost hear him calling still, 12286|But I can scarce speak--what words are these? 12286|I'm lost; and I'll never find him! 12286|Oh I'm lost! when thou wilt stand on hillock green, 12286|Singing, and watching him to hear thine answer, 12286|And when thou'rt down the dark winding ways 12286|On the dark winding ways of the river? 12286|For one summer day the flowers, 12286|That hang on your boughs like beads, 12286|Will answer no song any more; 12286|Though thou wilt follow, and I will follow thee. 12286|Oh I'm lost from the earth! 12286|And I'll never find thee now, 12286|Though I keep watch by thee all the day; 12286|Nor look on the stars with a start, 12286|Though you are always so near, 12286|And I walk all alone to thy side 12286|On the dark winding ways of the river. 12286|Oh I'm lost, and I'll never find thee, 12286|Though I watch by thy side all the night. 12286|Oh I'm lost, and the earth will never bring 12286|Back my soul from the evil one; 12286|Thy love can never find me again, 12286|Though I walk by thy side still alone! 12286|And I'll never sing to thee again, 12286|Though the sweet words flow from my tongue. 12286|And I'll never think of thy face, even 12286|For a moment when I lie in your bed. 12286|And I'll never feel thy dear feet, dear, 12286|And thy breathing in the quiet air, 12286|Though I lie here still on your knee to watch thee sleeping. 12286|And I'll never know with a thrill 12286|How the world grows stiller 12286|The white, white raindrops fall 12286|On the river's side, 12286|As they fell in my childhood 12286|By the side of the river! 12286|The grey, grey hills, 12286|That were so lonely before, 12286|Are filled with friends, 12286|As I gaze up 12286|Each winding, steep 12286|And misty hill 12286|To see if they are still, 12286|As they used to be 12286|Before they were filled 12286|With mist and rain. 12286|Now the clear raindrops fall, 12286|And the gentle rain, 12286|Like a little bird 12286|Goes singing round, 12286|I smile at the song, 12286|For I know it is not lonely now, 12286|For in yon sweet sky, 12286|The clouds hang high 12286|And the clouds are here. 12286|The clouds hang high and move 12286|Like a small boat on the stream; 12286|They move too slow; 12286|And all their garments are dyed a bright shade, 12286|As they go by 12286|With many a happy song in them, 12286|And many a sweet dance 12286|In their light steps. 12286|And they are all made of the whitest of snow, 12286|From the whitest of snowfall 12286|To the silver peak 12286|Of the mountain rock. 12286|The mountain rock is bright 12286|With the light of many autumnal hours, 12286|For one sees the golden hair 12286|Spring from the red corn; 12286|And the golden hair 12286|Is the hair of the corn in autumn's time. 12286|And the red corn, as white as driven snow, 12286|Hangs in the hollows of the rocks below 12286|Where it dowers the cottages and farms; 12286|And the little trees, 12286|Grown old and gray, 12286|Lie in their graves. 12286|And from these the white, white rain drops, 12286|Are not the drops that are shed 12286|From the skies on the fields of heaven, 12286|On the mountains and plains, 12286|But they are shed from the drops 12286|Of the tears that are shed for those whom ======================================== SAMPLE 30580 ======================================== 16688|But what can she do wi' her feet, 16688|When it is snowing wi' her head? 16688|The snow falls o'er the field, 16688|The lintwhites sing, 16688|The swallows twitter on, 16688|In yonder hill. 16688|The snow-like leaves stand up, 16688|As lang as I can see, 16688|Till they wi' their singing grow, 16688|And they want to go. 16688|Then the wind up wi' a howl, 16688|Like wind its life has flown, 16688|And up o'er the hill wi' a roar, 16688|And the cocks begin to craw. 16688|The lads, wi' all their pow, 16688|May hae it for a gree; 16688|But they's a' some need o' this, 16688|And a fair warning o' it. 16688|"_Puir, but I wadna tell 'ee, 16688|I doubt na, lass, to-night_; 16688|I doubt na if 'twere just for fun, 16688|To get to the end o' the day. 16688|"It will never be, to tell the truth, 16688|Wi' me, aye," quo' the laddie; 16688|"Unless I mak' it clear appear, 16688|The lasses are puir to you. 16688|"The lasses that are puir to you 16688|May be," quo the lassie,-- 16688|"The lasses that are not to you." 16688|The wind, by-an'-by, 16688|Sang ower the fells, 16688|And down the moorland sped, 16688|An' took ouds o' seed;-- 16688|Sae, sou'd hame-on, we greet, 16688|An' look our best, 16688|To see it, dear lass, return'd. 16688|"Be it your helm's fresh hee-ston, 16688|Wi' cuddats o' gin, 16688|Or your bonnet o' corn, 16688|Or all the gurs o' brass, 16688|As will fill the lassie, 16688|That's been a cheiroan! 16688|"Be it your haversacks, 16688|Wi' little waukrags 16688|That wear them at the teep, 16688|Or your langwear and ropes, 16688|As gars us yoke on yokes!" 16688|"O she looks sae braw," 16688|The knight said as he spak, 16688|"And the lasses can see 16688|The lasses see! 16688|They will see the lasses see, 16688|And we'nna care their grushes; 16688|For we're come to welcome a' 16688|O' ladies and maist o' gentlemen. 16688|"O, come, O come now, 16688|O, come, O come now! 16688|We've billeted in the dew 16688|Or layd us out to wauk, 16688|An' we've mair than the kye 16688|That can help't see." 16688|It wis na on the sly, 16688|But it wi' the smaukras fairer, 16688|An' saftly blaws a stoure. 16688|We met o' on the leas 16688|Wi' a' a' that we kent; 16688|When it 's come o' the leas 16688|It 's come o' the smaukras fairer. 16688|We met o' on the leas 16688|Wi' a' a' that we kent; 16688|But a' the wauk that we had 16688|Was for a jowt that 's now. 16688|We met on the leas 16688|Wi' a' a' that we kent; 16688|When that 's come o' the leas 16688|It 's come o' the smaukras fairer. 16688|When the cauld night is past, 16688 ======================================== SAMPLE 30590 ======================================== 615|To help me, and the valiant champion bring her home. 615|"And would not this, fair damsel, in thee be seen 615|To merit our fair hope and hope, for thou 615|Hast shown thy noble courage and thy worth, 615|As if but now among thy brethren known; 615|And for the promise of thy friendship bring 615|A thousand tokens, that thou well will know 615|This knight, and be not only glad to own 615|His worth and beauty, but should grant thy prayer. 615|"Thou say'st that, when the maid with love was bred, 615|She, not the child, was in the loving breast; 615|But young and tender was the infant's age; 615|Thus all the claim of virtue by thy love 615|Would well suffice thee, if, by thee and mine, 615|My daughter in the marriage should rejoice. 615|"Now hear me, damsel, this and all I say; 615|Nor be to me less grateful than my queen; 615|But grant, that I may be thy valorous guide, 615|Without more asking, to the Syrian shore. 615|And if, with me, the warrior shall proceed, 615|And if my mother will receive her son, 615|Then to the city shall we have him brought, 615|And when by me, thyself, the infant bear." 615|To the fair lady was the message shown; 615|Whom she to love and to the valiant came, 615|And, on his coming, had bestowed the prize; 615|And on the damsel waited evermore 615|Till the promised journey be completed. 615|In that while, the king, with love, and with delight, 615|Had heard the happy news that pleased him so! 615|The virgin is by love so true and dear 615|Made his companion, and himself is named 615|The wisest on earth from man; then all 615|The gifts of fair and lovely woman seek, 615|And all the virtues he excels in, who, 615|Or who resembles or is so begot. 615|She, who with him in love's benignest vein, 615|Might be the fairest ever seen, the king; 615|Who willed by that companion to abide 615|Within her heart from day to day a guest; 615|(What so befel or what so should appear) 615|Was ever heard a sooth besides the rest; 615|That, in the presence of his peers, he proved 615|To be all-satisfactory, discreet, true; 615|Whence would he have them (his peerless state!) 615|All that a Christian ever would prefer! 615|Nor less the dame was famed by his example, 615|In the long-lived lady's race to grow: 615|So that if she had been chosen again, 615|She had not yet been loved more than she. 615|From her he received, and from her mouth, 615|And from her eye, the goodly gifts conveyed: 615|And as in flight, the falconers, at sight 615|Of pigeon and hawks, their arrows aim; 615|So here he aimed, that as he might sustain, 615|She might, his lady, be preserved alive. 615|What had been born of heart and brain, in thee 615|And what of sense, is made a joy in thee, 615|And in thy sire for ever is believed. 615|"No longer now will I thy happy state 615|Descend to other than an interlude, 615|And for the sake of mine thy love declare, 615|'Thee may I live, thou mayst die!' Thus I said, 615|"And to return again, in hope to show 615|That love of ours is evermore alive; 615|Nor do I hope the good and beautiful 615|I may obtain (and think but little where 615|An earthly hope is planted) as I have done. 615|I have no longing to behold my shade 615|With one beloved but to one beloved more. 615|"This one the fairest, which to my view I bear, 615|From the first hour, to the second night, 615|Had first and second in the world been found 615|(So was her name before its name was lost) 615|In every day of life she was our light; 615|And, when she was astray, with her we sought 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 30600 ======================================== 10602|Wringes hir shens for her, and the hounds do they devoure: 10602|With hir shens they do make the dogs as fat as swine, 10602|And doth the dogs his blood for her use disdaining 10602|To have it in it, and his hunger doth increase. 10602|There were no swine nor swine's-hearing cow, 10602|So, for her love, she made the dogs to feed on her. 10602|Then all the swine unto the temple did resort, 10602|To the holy pours of fire and of oil, 10602|Of which all the country round was gorg'd in part, 10602|By which she had set the dogs all astrate. 10602|The mongrel dogs with hunger it did devour, 10602|But the swine ran away, and did her own evil have, 10602|For the swine was not quiet'd in the temple, 10602|Nor in her own pasture had not room to run. 10602|"Himselfe," quoth she, "of myselfe shall not have a feast, 10602|But the swine I shall have at another next mo.' 10602|Thus with her owne words she was scourged and did cry; 10602|That all the dogs went away in a moment hence, 10602|And the swine at the temple was well-nigh done in: 10602|Now, my lorde, you know well I mean to goe. 10602|My lord, pray mind a thing that might prove good. 10602|Take heed it be no longer to play your swerd; 10602|For that was no the time or occasion mine, 10602|The time may fail but the word shall be the more, 10602|Or else you the ryall murther of yournes." 10602|But when all the gods were at one thrust in, 10602|With their enemie shee was put to much wight, 10602|She had from the temple forth her wonted place, 10602|Which was beneath her king's palace gate: 10602|But hee that had done her so to gratify, 10602|Had her in his thoughts all the night that he liued, 10602|And in his dreams his sleepe did him in fere. 10602|Yet, for nought more nigh to make his thoughtes glad, 10602|She fled before him to the temple door, 10602|Not dressing the way with all so soft a sight, 10602|That as she she fled she forgot to bleake. 10602|To a high yard that lay by a river side, 10602|Where many a wall of stone the space did stain, 10602|The way she went was long and hard to be shote: 10602|Therefor she with her dogs, she with her swerd, 10602|Through all the night for the space of three wyn, 10602|Did for the space of three winters keep alrought. 10602|The next morn (as the day was hot and red,) 10602|The sun did up in heavyn out of peare, 10602|And the fierce gossips and the way cam eare 10602|Of their chattering that the sunna did beare. 10602|The swan that was her guide did that day depart, 10602|And the other dogs, the swan's mistress that were swerd, 10602|And she, her dogs, with cloots of shad as they mighte, 10602|And shote her dogs with shott, all day to and fro. 10602|Her servants did, with aske, the swan confound, 10602|But, all the night, within the same temple dim, 10602|Still for the space of three winters did stand, 10602|And still with cloots of shad, and still with shuate. 10602|Yet evermore both day and night the same star, 10602|The same the shad, the same the stream did bring, 10602|The same her feet, her hands the same she shad. 10602|The swan that day brought forth three sons, the swan that night, 10602|And as the swan that day she for the third did dye, 10602|Stones for the same she shod her horses shod: 10602|She shod them in the same ======================================== SAMPLE 30610 ======================================== 2620|In life we had no care, 2620|For aught to keep us from mirth. 2620|Now, for your love, I swear, 2620|That not a word I'll tell. 2620|I'll not tell, I'll not tell 2620|How, at my door I lay,-- 2620|Aching for the welcome you would give. 2620|Love, let me tell you, Love, how I've sinned 2620|And wasted all my time and breath, 2620|In love's embrace, in love's embrace. 2620|Now, what more should I have said or done? 2620|Ah, well, the poor soul is weary! 2620|And if I should have spoken, say, 2620|What more would have happened? 2620|In love's embrace, in love's embrace, 2620|My soul's delight lay, a white rose, 2620|And my dead eyes, all dream-like, glanced 2620|Above my happy death bed, and prayed 2620|That they might live, with me, though quick 2620|With the love-light of love for an hour. 2620|In love's embrace, in love's embrace, 2620|This light-brown child was bound, and his 2620|Sorrow-eyes, like tears and fire, 2620|Looked far up to the night 2620|And saw the moon rise from the sea, 2620|And heard birds sing in the dew; 2620|He saw the stars come out 2620|In the twilight, with silver wing, 2620|And a bright voice said, "Behold me, 2620|Dear one!" and then,--a light 2620|"O my God!" cried a song. 2620|In love's embrace, in love's embrace, 2620|The heart was white as a dead rose. 2620|No more, in love's embrace, with wings 2620|Singing or singing-low: 2620|I felt how my blood rose, and how 2620|It rose with the rose's breath like death, 2620|And I looked down on earth's 2620|Dark and stormy bed, till I sobbed, 2620|"Yet, yet, love, more, more!" 2620|In love's embrace, in love's embrace, 2620|My soul was young as a roseleaf, 2620|And, ere I grew old, 2620|Love, with his wings of fire, 2620|Was in the heart of me. 2620|I knew not then the heart in me 2620|Was a wild sweet-hearthed flower, 2620|Nor heard it call in me 2620|As in the sun's own ear. 2620|But ere I could live one moment 2620|I had learned the sense to love, 2620|And lived my days for love, 2620|To love and love for ever. 2620|But the dead roses, the dead 2620|Rose-scented white ones, died! 2620|In the face the face was white; 2620|"Wherefore love we so vile a thing 2620|As only memory?" 2620|I do not think they ever saw her; 2620|Perhaps they never knew she is gone; 2620|Yet here to-day beneath their wondering eyes 2620|I stand, I see her, still, alone. 2620|I walk among the quiet dead 2620|Like one whom life hath baffled, 2620|I, him for whom the world became 2620|A place of grief and tears,-- 2620|Because I sought to be his friend, 2620|And found that, in my wasting hour, 2620|It was his loss alone. 2620|I stand among the quiet dead, 2620|Because I made his way mine. 2620|And there it is, his face was black, 2620|That I, in that small garden-plot, 2620|Beset with hedges high, 2620|Beset with flowers, to look about me, 2620|Made sure his way was _there_. 2620|Ah, never again, though time may wane, 2620|Shall I stand among the dead, 2620|When the world is still! when the world is black, 2620|I shall gaze up at the sky. 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 30620 ======================================== 23245|And, to the sound of the bells, the heralds led 23245|Their people to the hall. The feast was spread 23245|Before the fire, and from the golden canisters 23245|Was mingled the strong wine of the Canary Islands, 23245|A flood of bright red grape-juice fanned 23245|The rich tawny veils. The heralds stood 23245|Before the board, and bade each guest prepare 23245|A fitting dish. Each took his portion, and 23245|Took to his seat, while his companions stood 23245|All round, to share and taste the merry board. 23245|The feast was over, and each ready sate 23245|Their portions, half resigned to hunger next, 23245|But, when the wine had ceased, and shadows fell, 23245|They lifted high their voices, and hailed loudly 23245|The Master of the house; and all his crew 23245|Of servants, when they saw his eyes divine, 23245|Heard and saluted him. With a smile 23245|They looked upon the bright, pearly tints 23245|Of his sunken eyes, and softly said: 23245|"Sir, and the hostess:--she is poor, 23245|For all her choicest wines are dear; 23245|But we are stewards of your property, 23245|So we will leave you to enjoy them, and, 23245|As ye have me for your steward-chief, 23245|Let's make to-morrow a feast of cheer." 23245|With that the Master rose. In haste 23245|They set about preparing, for, to-day, 23245|Were to be seen the dainties to prepare, 23245|And now they made their preparations complete 23245|And, when all was laid out, the hostess stood 23245|With fresh, fresh fruit, and the sweet, fragrant wine 23245|Which from the sparkling goblets of the vine, 23245|Mingled with sods of honey and water, 23245|Moved in the wine-cup. With many a kiss 23245|She held the cup between her lips, and sang 23245|Of lovely island-gods, and made them come 23245|With wreaths and fair, bright, golden urns, and said, 23245|"O glorious King! thy power and realm are gone 23245|Through no mere ill-fortune, for I have seen 23245|Thy radiant chariot, and with bliss divine 23245|Thou hast enjoyed all pleasures, but alas, 23245|My joy and happiness have all been lost, 23245|For now that I cannot see my island-king, 23245|Whose eye is like that of our ancient sire, 23245|And whose voice I heard, even when at court, 23245|Eternally lamenting, and wailing 23245|That I could never hope to see his face. 23245|I'm wretched! I am wretched! wretched! oh! cruel, 23245|How can I hope to see those sunny lands, 23245|My joy and pride, my own ancestral home 23245|When he whom I loved and worshipped in his day, 23245|My father, has become a miserable man! 23245|I beg of thee, oh King, one word, one softest word, 23245|Lest I should ever hope again to hear 23245|Those arms once more rustle in my own dear home! 23245|The evening came, and all the garden fair 23245|Re-echoed to the long-suspended sound, 23245|As, waving on with lolling crest and ringing sound, 23245|Lapped in the quiet shade, the sunbeams lay, 23245|With never a breeze blowing, but one blossom free! 23245|The great and little flowers, the lilac, jessamine, 23245|The pansy, primrose; all of the fragrant bowers, 23245|And the cool of all-emptying meadows filled, 23245|With the sweet, dulcet music of the birds' throats, 23245|Filled all the air and darkness with sweet sounds. 23245|The sunbeam streamed in glory from the trees, 23245|In glancing splendor round that hallowed spot; 23245|And the moon, with all her silver-sailing robes, 23245| ======================================== SAMPLE 30630 ======================================== 37804|And, when thou laughest, speak, 37804|But keep thy voice unprofane. 37804|_He that thou seest here, 37804|A thousand years and more, 37804|Caught in the breath of Time, 37804|Hath known the silence of thee. 37804|But he that hath not seen thee, 37804|As yet, he can not guess thee._ 37804|When a-wooing and a-hiding, 37804|While her mother held her sweet, 37804|The little maiden sat at rest 37804|In a little arm-chair: 37804|How softly crept the night along, 37804|Since then--I wonder: 37804|But now her eyes are sleeping, 37804|For she knows not what she does, 37804|So silent are her eyes! 37804|And I am sad at heart. 37804|She sleeps: and in the grave 37804|The roses still perfume her, 37804|And still the wind comes rushing 37804|Bidding all be good: 37804|And when my love comes home, 37804|He will come safe and well, 37804|And soothe my grief no more. 37804|O sweet, O sweet! 37804|The air is sweet with dream 37804|Of a life well-loved in rest. 37804|The birds are flying to and fro, 37804|And the wind is blowing, 37804|And the rose-petals fall and fade 37804|From the pale-lined sky: 37804|But this heart, when it hears the Spring 37804|Will keep their colours yet. 37804|A little hand, that could not hide 37804|The tears, as in another's sobs, 37804|Could still mine arm around thee twine, 37804|And make thee glad and light: 37804|And thou couldst sleep safe in my breast.' 37804|_Now the song of the child was not of her mother, and the 37804|_Thus did mother and child divide 37804|The little-helpless one's care: 37804|But her mother loved him for his child._ 37804|_Heavenly Peace and Love, arise! 37804|Break out from all the world, and spread 37804|On all the face of Life, and Love, 37804|A joy that shall not pass away._ 37804|Now a bright cloud in the west 37804|Like a rainbow in a summer sky, 37804|Was floating in a clear blue stream; 37804|And as it floated the night was still, 37804|But the sunrise broke on it from the east, 37804|And all the fair day's beauty lay 37804|Brightened from its western heaven above. 37804|_'I'm your father, Mother-- 37804|I'm your child, my own, 37804|That I shall love you, and 37804|I love you, and may die.' 37804|So from that little mouth of her 37804|My love I could speak and knew 37804|How he was loved, and he was loved, 37804|And knew how he was loved: 37804|And I felt that God was good and kind 37804|And loved her, and that she was blest 37804|With all the good things he had made. 37804|'If he loves me, then it's good enough, 37804|But if he never loved me, then 37804|Weel then the worst must come-- 37804|I'll never see you again.' 37804|_Thus the child, unaware, 37804|Bore in his hollow face 37804|Sorrow, and sorrow, and sorrow._ 37804|_How can I live?_ 37804|_My spirit is broken,_ 37804|_A poor thing without thee._ 37804|_How can I die?_ 37804|_I would have death, but I 37804|Can live no more._ 37804|O Night, my father, tell me true, 37804|That I may know, if that I may, 37804|Who love from heart to heart my love. 37804|Tell me, O Night, by what charm 37804|We are tied to this red-rose bed? 37804|By what enchantments that bind 37804|Our fingers, and our eyes, to be 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 30640 ======================================== 1030|In arms, he has made a man of me, 1030|A better man, and more equal. 1030|To-morrow I have our goodly town, 1030|And I can give you goodly praise; 1030|We'll make it rich, 1030|Or we'll have it dead, 1030|And we'll make it poor. 1030|But let us get a good report 1030|Of all this city's noise, 1030|While we do see this mighty thing 1030|Which will put us in sad fare. 1030|And I to speak my mind may go, 1030|Till it is lost in a maze 1030|Of thoughts, which his ear no more 1030|May delight. 1030|Come, come, you that have too much of wine, 1030|Pray take the leave of me thus soon; 1030|For I will pass my time in rhyme, 1030|So that a long, long season 1030|I pass through this our town. 1030|The Lord have mercy, and be with me, 1030|And give me all that I require, 1030|And with my strength my heart shall move, 1030|Till I come from my passing way. 1030|For I was weary of my peace 1030|Through the poor world's folly to go, 1030|But lest my poor soul be weary, 1030|I pray the Lord help me in my time, 1030|And leave me not so weary alone. 1030|But though my soul may not be weary, 1030|Her thoughts and fears both are forgot, 1030|In good time I shall come back no more, 1030|For I shall be more happy here. 1030|In hopes of which all those who are dead 1030|Will be more blessed and more glad. 1030|The night is falling, the shadows wend, 1030|The day it is not more at hand; 1030|No more of labour, but rest we take 1030|In the great holy church of heaven. 1030|Here on my father's bed, where I have slept, 1030|Though the sun shines and the stars shine bright, 1030|I am weary, and wish for rest and sleep. 1030|The night is falling, the shadows wend. 1030|When night is come, the servants shall bring 1030|Wine to the bed of mourning, 1030|And beauteous figures, to delight the mind 1030|Of the poor wretch, while he is sleeping. 1030|If you love me, 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|If you love me. 1030|And though you would not 1030|And though you would not 1030|Inquire about the cause, 1030|For you know how good men think. 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|If you love me. 1030|No one shall ever know 1030|Why you are here till day, 1030|Though they that have been absent long 1030|I should with shame declare. 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|If you love me. 1030|No one can tell for sure, 1030|How long it is since I 1030|Loved to look at you long and well. 1030|I should with shame remain to-night, 1030|And lie in a bed that I did not like. 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|If you love me. 1030|No man can be sure, 1030|And no man knoweth how, 1030|When we two lie side by side, 1030|No one can know how long it is since we two met. 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|Sweet, if you love me, 1030|If you love me. 1030|I know you not, you have so late come here; 1030|Your love is great, your grief is small, 1030|But yet you think so plain you can't tell. 1030|I'm a little child (I'm not so tall anyhow), 1030|All my soul feels it so 'twill come out, but how ======================================== SAMPLE 30650 ======================================== 1054|Thin and fatt as the fowl for food, 1054|Sorely daunted at the sound. 1054|"Awa ye, wae the van, ye scabs!" says she "ye wudna fash o' my! 1054|To come and flit on me!" 1054|"Ho! ho; ho!" quoth the glede, "I wadna that ye wad avow. 1054|I'm but as dead as the lubber I killed the day before." 1054|She smacks him, and she kicks him, 1054|Watts out as loud as she can, 1054|For there's nane but canna wait. 1054|She's aye gane o'er the water side, 1054|Sae fast as ever she dought awa'. 1054|She's aye gane o'er the water side, 1054|Sae fast as ever she dought awa'. 1054|By my luve! my luve! my love! 1054|Ye cannot miss a day, 1054|My luve and I must rowe the tither o' the meikle. 1054|I canna work and I canna eat, 1054|And sae is the dancin I haud for my dearie. 1054|May God reward the mither an' her sons wi' the dearie. 1054|"Ho! ho! ho!" quoth the glede, 1054|But at the first licht she shann'd be; 1054|Says "Ho! ho! ho! but here's some clark and I shanna see; 1054|I've gi'ed a letter to my lad, 1054|I hafter come from my auld auld kirk, 1054|An' it angers me the deid's awa'." 1054|"I'm gude," says the glede, 1054|"An' my letter's gude--but I've ould the auld kirk for me: 1054|I hafter come frae my auld kirk, 1054|An' it angers me the deid's awa". 1054|To her auld auld kirk the tither o' Robin 1054|The garder he cry'd "Robin," 1054|The shepherds they look'd on her side an' say "Robin!" 1054|And her children laugh'd an' laugh'd 1054|When the harpers sang "Robin." 1054|"Ho! ho! ho! ho! how did the lads come fra' Robin? 1054|Higgledy, piggledy, the ferlies o' youth? 1054|Gin ye tell to auld Robin, Robin will say no! 1054|Gin ye tell to auld Robin, he'll say no! 1054|Gin ye tell to auld Robin, he'll say no! 1054|Higgledy, piggledy! the lasses all will sing; 1054|The shepherds they laugh'd an' laugh'd 1054|When the harpers sang "Robin." 1054|Oft I have met her on the green, 1054|A lammie sleeking in the gloin: 1054|Oft on the lee-leaf of the wood 1054|Beneath the greenwood tree she sits, 1054|And baith a wee burnie, Wilma, 1054|To bang her dizzy divil. 1054|The morning came an' she grew lappin', 1054|And doun ay where she growit, 1054|An' sair, down down doun by the burn, 1054|Ay wind frae the burnie blew, 1054|She fell wi' a bli' heaviest hit, 1054|A blast frae the auld o' the wood. 1054|"Cum, cum to your mither," quo Wilma, 1054|"But be your mither gaun a knife; 1054|I gat my divil in the gloin, 1054|But I wad a' tak ye a slice." 1054|"O, fast an' fast, my mother, fast an' fast, 1054|Wilt whussle a lad wi' me?" 1054|Hae, hae, whussle him wi' ======================================== SAMPLE 30660 ======================================== 25953|When the snow-flakes fell, then he was cold, 25953|From the fire he had not warmth to burn, 25953|Covered like the snow on all his flesh. 25953|In the kitchen fire he had no fire, 25953|In the barn the chimney-floor he lost, 25953|And upon the roof was warmth withdrawn, 25953|Heat had seized upon his fleshless member. 25953|In the house he could not yet be found, 25953|Only in the stable could he run. 25953|Thought the aged Väinämöinen, 25953|"Who has brought this stranger here? Why, pray, 25953|Whose is he that I have seen in silver, 25953|He that I have caught in silver-colour, 25953|He who brought the hare my son to slaughter?" 25953|Then he ran to Whereis' holy spring, 25953|From the roof of Väinölä he hied, 25953|And he called the youth who came to him, 25953|"O thou wise Little-foot, Pohja's son, 25953|Hast thou come to meet me here, then, 25953|And with what aim hast thou been brought 25953|To this place where thou shouldst be wasted, 25953|Wherefore should this place, then, be burnt me, 25953|Out of ashes be my body scattered?" 25953|Then he turned and ran to meet him, 25953|And he said the words which follow: 25953|"I come from distant lands, I say, 25953|And if I meet, in this my garden, 25953|Thou wilt know my aged father's fortunes, 25953|Woe the man's that comes to meet with me, 25953|And to feast him 'neath thy roof alone, 25953|And to banishment and banishment." 25953|Then the withered Little-foot spoke him, 25953|And he answered him in likewise, 25953|And in words like these he answered him: 25953|"Let the dead man pass and leave me, 25953|Let his dust be the eternal corn-fields, 25953|Sews and ploughs his land for all eternity, 25953|And my fields of earth beneath him, 25953|Let my fields of leaves be the sky, 25953|For the future lands, I say, enjoy themselves, 25953|Let the sky and the sky-way be sung, 25953|And as long as the sky is open, 25953|So are future lands, so long they're pleasant, 25953|Nor let me perish in the fire-flames, 25953|Nor the ice of the frost-fields, 25953|Nor the fire on the hills of Pohja!" 25953|Quickly he hastened to destroy him, 25953|And he smelt him in his body, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"Do thou, thou wretched Little-foot, 25953|Thy feet upon the ground now leave me, 25953|And on thy back I'll bear thee soon, 25953|And aye thy feet rest on my dwelling, 25953|That I too may go with thee homeward, 25953|That thou at midnight mayst lie down, 25953|And in darkness rest and sorrow, 25953|So that the sun may not be shining, 25953|Nor the stars come out in their shining. 25953|"And be thou sure, thou wretched Little-foot, 25953|That no evil day is near thee, 25953|Nor do thou wait, and see aught of it, 25953|By the fire-side in thine own chamber. 25953|For the sun may not go thitherwarding, 25953|Nor yet be seen in darkness wandering." 25953|Lemminkainen's offspring hastened 25953|To the door of his old father's dwelling, 25953|And from his house the aged chief looked, 25953|And he answered him sadly, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"Wherefore do I linger here alone, 25953|And I seek, in this to-day so fair, 25953|The one I love with tenderness? 25953|Here the land of dreams is ever rolling, 25953|In a land of light and silent ======================================== SAMPLE 30670 ======================================== 615|As one who to his wife has said, her tongue to guard. 615|For the good wife who bore him, had she wit to know, 615|That his first passion were for the valiant knight, 615|Than her good nature she would have concealed: 615|But with the dame, that ever was a friend, 615|She should have done so, that she aught perceived; 615|And what she saw without thinking much indeed 615|She might explain, since it was not by speech. 615|As to a lady, at a visit unseen, 615|Who hath her chamber left for stealthy wile, 615|She goes with secret steps, that not she spies, 615|But him she hears at random, while he cries; 615|And so makes out a trap well laid for her, 615|By which he to his own chamber goes unseen; 615|If that a woman he would take in chase 615|Of him she sought, or him she found him there. 615|In this same manner she, with her intent 615|To learn the knight, by whom he was in vein, 615|Was watching, as a moth or vulture, will 615|That he the word should speak, and hear it say. 615|-- "Thou art the knight," the dame in answer cries; 615|"Good Heaven to me in mercy do cleave, 615|Nor for a mortal, but a spirit ill, 615|So foul, so wanton, and so basely found! 615|"For thy dear honour as for thy dear shame, 615|My heart shall cry, thou mayst not in thy woe, 615|Be so basely vaunted, so false and sore, 615|As to accuse me, in name of high, 615|Of low, or coward, or of evil mien; 615|Whose virtuous life I might have done my best 615|To honour and esteem her as in nought." 615|"Say, what, nor wot I who thou art that wert?" 615|To tell his name, her language to retort, 615|Would be too long a book to make admit. 615|"Say, who art thou, O fairest flower we see, 615|That for my sake art now for thee to sigh, 615|And for mine own, that wert for me exprest? 615|"This is my name, for that thou did'st me name; 615|So thou mayst know who I am, and what is I." 615|"What art thou, and what art thou, do I say? 615|To tell thee name, O coward, thou could'st not, 615|Unless (for thou wert not with other two) 615|Thou had'st been called Jove's sister Venus, who, 615|In guise of warrior, with her warrior's arms 615|In Sion, did great spoil to Paris do 615|'Mid the vales, the hill-tops, and the plain. 615|"I do not think that I for name know I, 615|If I that art should have thee named by me. 615|If I am Jove's, why should I this on thee, 615|When I that fame upon thee did bestow? 615|And if I have thee named, why should I 615|My sister Venus the same use, 615|If thou didst name me? then, not be dar'd 615|To make thyself my person as thou art; 615|"Since 'twas on me, after long time and pain, 615|A thousand years and more with sorrow fraught, 615|And on me so my name's while it was, 615|I should not think that I this sorrow knew, 615|Though now my life is ended, ere I die. 615|This I to thee will prove, if thou believe, 615|And wilt swear, that I was not the wight 615|As thou proclaim'st me, but a mortal shape, 615|Who in my days had such misfortunes brought, 615|Suffered so long; and evermore foregone 615|Of happiness. I, if thou would'st hear, 615|If I am not a spirit now outworn, 615|'Tis but because on earth I ever was 615|Troubled that so many times I fled. 615|"The time arrived in which thou, without smoke, 615|On her who from the mountain-top should'st fly, 615|Hadst ======================================== SAMPLE 30680 ======================================== 35452|And made it so--that is the matter with me-- 35452|I mean by that-- 35452|I wish I could do things, as a soldier does 35452|--And just for very good reason--the more that is 35452|The more you give and the more it draws. 35452|Now, when I'm over here 35452|In some far-off foreign camp 35452|Where men are in a hurry to die-- 35452|But in the good old-fashioned way of the old army-- 35452|For, when the men are not marching on the trenches, 35452|They sit together quietly in the old barracks. 35452|In the new barracks-- 35452|In the new barracks 35452|The men are not marching on the trenches-- 35452|They sit together quietly in the old barracks. 35452|And they have their daily supper there together. 35452|We can eat our breakfast there 35452|And see the soldiers in their barracks, 35452|And the men of the trenches, 35452|We can see the men of the trenches, 35452|And they talk to the men of the trenches-- 35452|And tell them of their troubles, 35452|And look a picture-- 35452|And all the soldiers 35452|In the new barracks 35452|And the old barracks, 35452|And all the soldiers, 35452|In the new barracks 35452|Have their pictures done. 35452|They know all their sorrows, 35452|They know all their pictures done, 35452|But their sorrows are the better-- 35452|And so my pen, 35452|I, dear me, 35452|Is more happy in my new barracks 35452|Than the old barracks, 35452|Where men do not run from water. 35452|But where's the girl 35452|Who'll teach him how to love his lady-- 35452|All the soldiers 35452|In the new barracks 35452|And the old barracks, 35452|Have their pictures done. 35452|Hush-a-bye, baby, 35452|My mamma's ae sick. 35452|She wons'n meth her owsen 35452|And won't let us out. 35452|She has a good time 35452|As she's a-lone, 35452|I'm sure she'll nevair the here. 35452|Hush-a-bye, little hush-a-bye, baby, 35452|I hope you are well. 35452|Hush-a-bye, little hush-a-bye, baby, 35452|I am so glad. 35452|I hope you are well. 35452|Hush-a-bye, little hush-a-bye, baby, 35452|I pray you deary pray. 35452|Hush-a-bye, little hush-a-bye, baby, 35452|The war is o'er, 35452|And baby you will be 35452|A-warpin' just fine. 35452|Come, let's all sit in the green, 35452|'Tis a pleasant day, 35452|There is nothing to be seen, 35452|The summer has flown. 35452|Let's sit down upon the grass 35452|And catch the breezes flowing, 35452|Till down we float on high 35452|And a lovely valley view. 35452|A cottage seems to hide 35452|In the hill, like a thicket dim-- 35452|The cottage of the dead 35452|And the living is here. 35452|No leaf has ever withered there-- 35452|It may be the flowers are all; 35452|There's a mossy mouldering pillar 35452|On the wind-blown woodland floor: 35452|How still it stands when the breeze is flying, 35452|Like a frail ship that is gone! 35452|As we come nearer and nearer 35452|And then we see the black night closing, 35452|We scarce can think about the past, 35452|Although it seem to us so vast and drear. 35452|We see the old oak trees standing tall; 35452|The long-dead crows flying o'er the hill; 35452|The wild flowers bending under to see us, 35452|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 30690 ======================================== 29700|From its lofty home, that, hidden by the clouds, 29700|Looks on the tranquil sea, and o'er the hills 29700|Points the blue summit of its eastern line. 29700|The sun is sunk, and shadows fall upon the land; 29700|The summer-time is here; the fresh delights are spread; 29700|The birds, like warriors, armed for combat, sing-- 29700|But how is this? Thou comest not! Thou art too far! 29700|O'er rock and plain, at every valley's foot, 29700|The children, gathering at the fragrant blow 29700|Of the sweet evening-star, have sent a thousand rings 29700|Their eager tramp to hear. What joy to see 29700|The golden corn, that in the village gate 29700|Trembles, and thro' its golden doors displays 29700|The purple grain of greenness sown in sunbeams! 29700|'Tis the wild bee has sent a joyful chime, 29700|To wake the dewy-fevered country-side-- 29700|O'er this green earth, and o'er yon boundless wave, 29700|A thousand sounds of joy are thrilled at once. 29700|Now, with the hale red harvest of the sun, 29700|And the calm evening sun, the earth comes round, 29700|And on the hill-side, all her tall grass piled, 29700|Mows in the rills a tangled, sunlit trace. 29700|The hill-side and the hill-side, and the wave, 29700|How white they now stand, and how their shadow lies 29700|O'er the smoothness of that verdant solitude! 29700|Shall we look for one, and come, in our right hand, 29700|Through their broad ranks and long, slow lines, to see 29700|That mighty Master, and that lofty pile, 29700|Where the blue skies of yonder blue heaven gleam! 29700|The mountain-clumps are gray and cold below, 29700|All silent; and the fields with fallow look 29700|Like dead leaves that the spring hath sown, that lie, 29700|Silent and gone, upon their fertile lands. 29700|O! it is cold in yon gray and silent trees; 29700|The wind hath blown away the early green; 29700|And that long pause we loved, and then the fall! 29700|Yon grey-green hillock under, and the sea. 29700|A long, dull mile, with the wild waves between. 29700|There are no people here, and there are none 29700|To meet us, or to share our sorrows here. 29700|All is forgotten that the summer days 29700|Had taught to us, or had the winter flown, 29700|Save for the stormy winds that moan and blow, 29700|A while, and then are gone as dead and still 29700|As the gray rocks on the hill-side, or the sky 29700|That keeps the time on the gray day of years. 29700|A long, dull mile! Thou still shalt pass and go 29700|By the same street we came, the same sea o'erhead, 29700|No boatman now shall greet us, nor sail you by, 29700|In the old life we knew, and the old hopes we had. 29700|The old hopes we had! Ah, never again 29700|Shall we behold them, or hear them singing there. 29700|The old songs we knew! These are not sung again 29700|The whole age that we live and that pass away. 29700|We must abide this loneliness; for soon 29700|The sea-streams and the mountain-ash shall turn 29700|Their course to other shores, as the days go by. 29700|_The Last Great Song._ 29700|On the shores of that green island, where the sea-winds stir 29700|To the ocean's murmur, and where evermore 29700|The birds once more their songs repeat, and always 29700|The sea is silent, and the white palm-trees 29700|The echoes stilliness of sea return anew, 29700|Now is the time for all of us who love our song, 29700|To seek the magic of the ancient words that are 29700|The songs that are not ======================================== SAMPLE 30700 ======================================== 1041|Thy soul that in my breast has been, 1041|As air, or water, or a star; 1041|'Gainst this I'd as an undefiled 1041|Immortal man have lived and died. 1041|For, in my bosom, what could move 1041|Or serve or bloom in me but thee? 1041|'Gainst these fair, bright forms the gods gave 1041|I've one end, and only one; 1041|And that is, that if I love thee, 1041|It must be wholly, wholly love. 1041|So, as my love of thee would reach forth 1041|To every thing, and grow entire, 1041|To God, to man, and to the sun; 1041|So, still as love of thee would soar, 1041|Even thus my heart would glow with thee. 1041|What more is there than love of thee? 1041|Or a desire to fly into thy fire, 1041|And be consumed, and lost, and far away? 1041|Or, even as love I never had, 1041|With love of thee alone could reach me through. 1041|Ah, love of thee, my love, my life's desire! 1041|The love that in thee did have place, 1041|And grew so great, so full of thee. 1041|If, my sweet love, thou dost not hear 1041|My voice sing forth thy praise in me, 1041|Give me thy hand, give me thy love, 1041|And I will follow thee where I may. 1041|Give me a heart that's old and true; 1041|A heart of honour and of grace; 1041|A kind and hospitable place; 1041|To take of thee all that kindness can; 1041|And thou shalt have me always. 1041|When winter nights grow chill and cold, 1041|And autumn days will not be long, 1041|Take off my stockings from my feet 1041|And put off my bonnet too: 1041|I go to Greenwich with a view 1041|To see the great wind play, 1041|And stand among those little heads 1041|That rest upon the tide. 1041|The great wind playeth with the trees, 1041|And plays with little heads; 1041|The head on the bank is my heart, 1041|The bonnet is my breast. 1041|I love the bonnet on my breast, 1041|For there it rests that rests: 1041|There is no breast so sweet, there's no head so gay, 1041|But where that bard did rest. 1041|Why should I rest, why should I rove? 1041|What need of rest is there, 1041|If down in yonder little pool 1041|The hurly-burly goes? 1041|The hurly-burly goes, the hurly-burly goes, 1041|And there among the spray, 1041|My little feet do toddle yet; 1041|And I toddle now. 1041|I toddle yet, I toddle yet, 1041|To see the good old hurly-burly, 1041|On through street and down through gate, 1041|With hurly-burly going. 1041|The hurly-burly goes, the hurly-burly goes, 1041|And there among the spray, 1041|The little feet that toddle yet, 1041|They toddle yet. 1041|The good hurly-burly goes, the good hurly-burly goes, 1041|And there among the spray, 1041|Within my little heart within my little heart, 1041|There lurketh still the three; 1041|My little heart, my little heart, 1041|It will not change for any; 1041|It knoweth as it is to this day, 1041|This toddling, flitting, going. 1041|Ah, Mary, come and hide thy head, 1041|For 'tis Mary's day, 1041|And every morn and every night 1041|The sun goes up. 1041|Mary, come, and hide thine eyes, 1041|For 'tis the hour of night, 1041|And every morn and every night 1041|The ======================================== SAMPLE 30710 ======================================== May it not be 23972|And I that love the fair, the fair 23972|I, the true girl, and I 23972|Threaten it? 23972|If I love not--then no more 23972|I'll say it! 23972|But if I love, I'll say it 23972|I have loved; 23972|And I love the fair, the fair, 23972|As a soul must love. 23972|And I love thee, thou, thou, 23972|And am thine; 23972|Love, and to love the dear, the dear, 23972|I love thee. 23972|Now I love thee, I, I, 23972|And am thy love; 23972|And my love befits thee, and thy love is good. 23972|Now I love thee, thou, thou, 23972|And am thine; 23972|And my love befits thee, and thy love be good. 23972|I am thine; I am thy love; 23972|I know it, I; 23972|And love the king that gives the right, 23972|The goodly right; 23972|And bring the old and brave, 23972|That I have loved, and won, 23972|The old world's love or new: 23972|I am the prince of love's delight, 23972|Nor dost thou fear me! 23972|I am thine; I am thy love; 23972|I know it, I; 23972|And love the king that gives the right, 23972|The goodly right; 23972|And, ah! I fear thee not; 23972|I am thine; I love; ah, love, my love is good. 23972|"All men look on me, and call me fair, 23972|And say I give them fairest service; 23972|But who can look on me and be kind? 23972|How can he help but laugh and talk? 23972|He's a bad man to care for human kind! 23972|A rascal with his thoughts and airs, 23972|A fickle, self-trifler, and a quill; 23972|He can't tell me what to care for, 23972|And yet he loves, and yet he fears! 23972|He can't stay at home, so runs his name; 23972|I'll help him, he'll never come back, 23972|He's no sailor, he can't fight. 23972|He'll never go on shore, so runs my quill, 23972|And his own boy will follow him, 23972|He'll marry and be mother dear 23972|In the good ship she's going out. 23972|Then I'll do well to give him care, 23972|And I'll help him to keep heife; 23972|But I cannot say he will be glad 23972|How the ship shall come home again: 23972|And so I'll come, and see him often talk 23972|And tell his story to my boy, 23972|And say that's what he really feels, 23972|And how it is that I'm sure he's right. 23972|But never doubt me, boy; 23972|I'll tell him to blame, if he can; 23972|But I'll never hurt him, you know." 23972|The boy stood up and waved his hand; 23972|"This is all I've hope of making, 23972|To-night he'll never come back, and you 23972|Can never tell to-night if he's true, 23972|For he loves to tell lies for young men's fun." 23972|Then down again he said his prayere; 23972|"Oh! it's best when that is done." 23972|"Oh, come, dear!" he said, "we'll take the door; 23972|We have no more time for laughing now; 23972|But wait till I shall tell him--you see-- 23972|He will be glad I loved him so. 23972|"And if he does not tell me now, 23972|To-night, don't you suppose he may, 23972|That I will not have nothing left to say, 23972|But what he tells me I must hear? 23972|A boy's love is never spoken of, 23972| ======================================== SAMPLE 30720 ======================================== 2130|And in the moon his face was seen for what it was, 2130|A monster with an iron nose. 2130|No mortal ever lived that life again, 2130|Who trod those paths without a tear." 2130|Thus he spoke, and down the long slope he dropped, 2130|With a faint sob at the spring's back. 2130|"God pardon me, my brother! God pardon me, 2130|If I be harsh to thee! 2130|There is no sin that one man's spirit may not heal, 2130|And thy heart is not broken. 2130|What need to tell thee what my words have brought? 2130|Thou hast a sin, my soul, to plead, and am not man: 2130|I have a woman's heart, that is as sick as thy own." 2130|"I thank thee; for so kind a Father begets 2130|The love that will heal all my pain." 2130|"But where, my friend, does your daughter dwell?-- 2130|Dost thou not know?" 2130|"I love her--her eyes!" 2130|"They are as hers, her forehead, but never her face." 2130|"Thy daughter--not my daughter? 2130|What! didst thou not know it then?" 2130|"God knows I knew. I could not tell her name, 2130|Or even if she lived, where for a day." 2130|"But when I come," said he, 2130|"In all this world of ours shall I again see 2130|A wife and mother?" 2130|In his ears 2130|He heard the death-knell set; 2130|And his brows were knotted as his head. 2130|"It will no longer be so." 2130|"What shall I say?" he cried; 2130|"It will be nothing, since not one word will tell 2130|One where she dwells; 2130|It will begin with 'She.' Then it will end in 'Yar.' 2130|Or where she is." 2130|"What then?" 2130|There was a sound of music, and another--no, it was 2130|A sound of solemn music, and another--and again it rose 2130|To a strange music and another--then it ceased! 2130|The sound rose higher yet, and yet--it was not sound of man 2130|Or bird or beast, but of the heart of man that was stirring in the 2130|And then the great King Belshazzar turned from his guest, and 2130|heard no more-- 2130|Except a little voice still saying-- 2130|"Ah, Belshazzar, what have I to say? 2130|My father, my Belshazzar, will return to reclaim thy title." 2130|The king was startled. Yet he thought no step too low 2130|To break the dignity of that which he loved so much; 2130|He turned to the gate with a joyful step, and a look 2130|Of pride and love upon him that bade him welcome back. 2130|The door was wide; the gates of all wide and bright 2130|Looked on the crowd and watched the multitude, 2130|And all at once the trumpet sounded, and the streets 2130|Gleamed with the trumpets of all people, from the first 2130|Of the trumpet's voice to the last. All looked for a sign, 2130|But nothing met their eye; the crowd fell back; 2130|The people went back to their homes and thrones of earth 2130|While the trumpet sounded once, but was still stayed. 2130|A sound of music shook the air, high and low! 2130|And ever and anon a distant thunder-clap 2130|Broke o'er the thunder and the crowds of people flew 2130|Back from the crowds, and stood all round the doors 2130|Of windows with the lightning of their faces thrown, 2130|And shook the ground beneath their feet as they trod 2130|Back from the glory of the music-hour and the feast. 2130|Then up and spake an old man out of the crowd: 2130|"Who is the King?"--"Ah me, I cannot tell, 2130|But when I turn my face to my white stone door 2130|I am not where ======================================== SAMPLE 30730 ======================================== 1365|The city with its noisy throng, 1365|Rises and sinks in many a vale, 1365|And glides away in misty shroud; 1365|Here, in the town, a school in view, 1365|Stands the old temple with a crown; 1365|A cottage stands close by the stream; 1365|By the waves the house-end loiters; 1365|Close by, the mill stands over all, 1365|For fire-light well, and little beam. 1365|On the churchyard wall in moss 1365|Stand the relics of the past; 1365|Old crosses and saints' heads, 1365|In the moon-lit night, 1365|And the shadow of the hill 1365|Is lightly woven there, 1365|As if it were a dream,-- 1365|The dream of memory. 1365|Here live, for all time's shame, 1365|The friends that once were yours, 1365|And the light that once was bright,-- 1365|The starlight in your sky; 1365|Here the dead are raised at your hand, 1365|Life's old associations, 1365|In memory of life's short strife 1365|Gather their ruins, 1365|Bearing them by! 1365|Here the world's wide echoes 1365|Sing their old farewells: 1365|Lovely, the night's black shadows 1365|Seem to melt away, 1365|Like the misty, ghostly moon 1365|Over the hill. 1365|Now, at last, the city shines 1365|In the light of the white moon, 1365|Like the bright, white moon 1365|After many nights of gloom; 1365|And the hill comes creeping up, 1365|As if a silver spider, 1365|Asking if she may creep; 1365|Now the moon is shining 1365|On the city's banners, 1365|As once it hung above 1365|The lonely grave of León; 1365|As if the world were lying 1365|Folded in calm serenity, 1365|Like the silvery stars of 1365|The sky of May. 1365|Peaceful and deep and sweet, 1365|To the heart the city lifts 1365|To the sense it can't lie. 1365|It is like a dream of light: 1365|It is like a sight of rest; 1365|It is like the scent of the trees; 1365|It is like the light of life,-- 1365|And the city and the bells 1365|And the bells and the bells! 1365|They sound across the night, 1365|The bells of the city bells, 1365|Ring, ring, the bells of the bells; 1365|And the music, as it rolls, 1365|Is not of the city bells 1365|But of the world's great bells, 1365|That with a murmur low, 1365|Like the song of a singer grown, 1365|Through ages, like a song, 1365|Swells through the world's hearts. 1365|When, hark! through the night 1365|The porter's boots 1365|Ring, ring, the city bells! 1365|Sing, sing, and sound, 1365|Over the road and over the town; 1365|And now the bells 1365|Their last note drop, 1365|Ring, ring, the bells of the bells! 1365|As a man comes in with a lantern, 1365|The dead night round him thrills and throbs; 1365|But when he shuts his eyes, the earth 1365|Is all asleep and white as he. 1365|This is the dawn, and the dawn-fire 1365|Blazed a thousand years of light and shade, 1365|Since Adam in the garden laid 1365|The first of the fruitful Eve. 1365|Thou first and fairest spirit 1365|Of a people dying for a saint; 1365|He, unto the last wild hunter 1365|Of all the beasts in Eden died! 1365|The suns and Moons have passed into her throne, 1365|And she waits the death of all the dead, 1365|Till she shall hear from his lips once more, 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 30740 ======================================== 3228|And, as his life had been my life, I was his-- 3228|He, I, the woman he loved. 3228|When I look back with fond surprise 3228|On the long days we have spent, 3228|As yet in my early youth I own 3228|That we have not lived in vain. 3228|Though we have been but five years wed, 3228|And our passion may not then be 3228|The sweet passionate passion of old; 3228|While he who wrote this pathetic rhyme 3228|Has found us true hearts yet. 3228|I see him with his smile, 3228|His eyes of youthful blue, 3228|As the wind wanders by, 3228|And leaves the woods sere. 3228|Yet he sees and hears my heart, 3228|The beat of my throb; 3228|And through his verse I see and hear 3228|Those things that other men may never know. 3228|I can think of him no more 3228|In those boyish worlds of joy 3228|Where we wander, but how I miss 3228|The rapturous hours at play; 3228|When he would laugh and sing, 3228|And with his laugh make glad 3228|The hearts of all we held most dear. 3228|He is gone, and, when I seek 3228|To remember him, to him go dreams of days when he was mine. 3228|O thou who hast given me 3228|This little one of thine 3228|In a poor woman's womb, 3228|O thou with all thy best 3228|I have been all my own 3228|And now am whole--and if we were only one, 3228|I still should be all my own. 3228|I can dream and sing, 3228|And sing what words can never speak, 3228|And sing of days when we were friends-- 3228|Oh, I am blest while he is gone. 3228|But he is with me still, 3228|I can sing and weep, 3228|And think on life's happiest hours, 3228|And dream of days when we were friends. 3228|He is with me still, 3228|And life and death can pass, 3228|And our loved selves and all our deeds 3228|Shall be forgotten as soon as day has gone. 3228|It is hard to think of all the hours 3228|We have not had to live, 3228|And then to ask, with a sinking heart, 3228|For something we have missed. 3228|It is hard to think of him who leaves 3228|So early each morning light 3228|And travels somewhere new, unknown, 3228|And makes us part our dreams. 3228|The time of all the flowers that rise 3228|And blossom, day and night, 3228|Is his who comes this morning morning light. 3228|A little baby boy 3228|Who walks in wisdom, 3228|Who feels in tenderness 3228|All the joy of the season 3228|Hath the earth a secret. 3228|A little baby boy 3228|Who knows what joy is, 3228|Who knows life is only a chance 3228|To the best. 3228|A little baby boy 3228|Whose heart moves in pleasure, 3228|Who knows that the best for him 3228|Is his own mother. 3228|A little baby boy 3228|Who loves every sound, 3228|And can understand 3228|A thousand tongues. 3228|A little baby boy 3228|Who knows all joy in 3228|The tenderness of the heart, 3228|The joy of the world. 3228|A little baby boy 3228|Who knows there is no gain 3228|In vain regrets, 3228|If life is but brief. 3228|If there are not pleasures 3228|And there are none to give, 3228|A little baby boy 3228|Whose knowledge can make 3228|His life a joy. 3228|We love a little girl 3228|Who is so pretty; 3228|We love this little girl 3228|Who is so wise. 3228|Of other little girls 3228|She is the best; 3228|She is so wise ======================================== SAMPLE 30750 ======================================== 25953|Hastened to his own country home, 25953|From the place he had been banished, 25953|In the lonely land of Pohja. 25953|Thus ended now, the days of darkness, 25953|And the night of sorrow ended, 25953|For the days the hours of twilight, 25953|Times the evening passed, old man, 25953|For the darkness of the night-time 25953|And the darkness of the day-time. 25953|Then she went to seek her husband, 25953|When she came to the blue-face, 25953|Saw a maiden all shining, 25953|At her side the blue-eyed maiden, 25953|With both hands outstretched towards him. 25953|"And I hear the voice of Väinämöinen, 25953|'O thou charming day, O thou charming 25953|Day of sunshine, day of glitter! 25953|Take me to thy home, O golden maiden, 25953|Take me to thy father's dwelling.' 25953|"But the maiden made him answer: 25953|'I will not take thee to my father's dwelling, 25953|I will never leave my native country, 25953|Where thou comest not, O thou fair one, 25953|Where thou camest not upon snow-shoes, 25953|When thou camest on thy snow-shoes, 25953|On thy feet the heat was mounting; 25953|O'er thy body fell the snow, 25953|In thy hair the snow was falling.' 25953|"Thus she spoke upon a winter night, 25953|On an autumn night of autumn, 25953|On the midnight of a rainy season, 25953|In the coldest of the nights. 25953|When the evening meal was ready, 25953|When the children were returning, 25953|From her place of rest arose the maiden, 25953|From the spot before her door, 25953|Singing in her singing tongue a song, 25953|On the spot that she before her door 25953|With the golden maiden, youth divine, 25953|On the spot where the maiden, golden maiden, 25953|Danced a dance, and played the flute-festoon, 25953|Danced a dance, and to the village brought her. 25953|In her lap the maiden gently laid her, 25953|When to sing a song she leaned o'er her, 25953|When her flute-finger played before her, 25953|And the maiden played upon it then, 25953|And with youthful heart it stirred then, 25953|And the maiden's flute-finger moved then, 25953|Making music in the spot she found 25953|In her lap,--with outstretched arms outstretched, 25953|And her arms in youthful glory, 25953|As she began her song of welcome, 25953|Sang a song as follows to him, 25953|She her flute-finger laid upon it, 25953|And her flute-feet on her bosom, 25953|While her lap was folded in to her. 25953|"Then a second time did Väinämöinen, 25953|Hasten to the place of worship, 25953|Went to the high-mountained village, 25953|And the people of the village he questioned, 25953|And the people spake as follows: 25953|'All our well laden boats have been consumed, 25953|And their sides are all turned to ashes, 25953|All their water-pails are filled with water, 25953|And we ask the old man Väinämöinen 25953|Where the other boats are hidden?' 25953|Väinämöinen, old and steadfast. 25953|In his lap a maiden laid her, 25953|In the blankness of her dimpled face, 25953|And she sang to him the following 25953|Songs upon the waters far away, 25953|Sang upon the water, far and wide, 25953|Far and wide as is the sail's reach, 25953|Spoke aloud the words which follow: 25953|'In the distant isles of the sea is one, 25953|And in other land is one, O young one, 25953|That can sing the songs we want to hear you, 25953 ======================================== SAMPLE 30760 ======================================== 5186|Never saw I one so foolish. 5186|Never in my life had I dreamed: 5186|Never had I entertained 5186|That such an ill-fated princess 5186|Would return within a year; 5186|Never had I entertained 5186|That this one would forsake her country 5186|And her native soil and people, 5186|And her father's throne and royal dwelling 5186|For the hut of a blacksmith, 5186|For a man with little skill- 5186|This was the incident repeated 5186|By the beldames of Pohyola, 5186|By the women of the Northland. 5186|Ere one month had passed over, 5186|With her mountain-fox Hermin worn out 5186|At his forge and bellows, Hermin 5186|Sent a boy to the hamlet calling: 5186|"Come to me, O thou little one, 5186|For the village wife is waiting, 5186|At her hamlet door, beseeching: 5186|Tell me, how have you refreshed her 5186|With the warmth of your embraces?" 5186|Straightway Hermin answered, gladly: 5186|"I brought her the milk of sweetness; 5186|O'er her door I brought the moisture; 5186|Make her milking possible milking, 5186|Let us go to the meadows, Leader, 5186|To the meadows hard by the forest, 5186|Where the grass is high and shaven, 5186|Where the corn is ripe and flourishing, 5186|Where the rye is new and unplowed, 5186|Where the maize is bursting into stubble, 5186|And the rice is growing on the plain." 5186|Then the leader of the village, 5186|Having called a shrew, a she-wolf, 5186|Called and bade them bring the stew-boys, 5186|Seven in all, of daily-servants, 5186|Eight in sister Phyllis' lute-playing, 5186|All to perform the milking. 5186|Quick the judicious minstrel‐squires, 5186|Knowing what blows his voice shall fort, 5186|Hither come and listen to hear 5186|Once again the jocund Hermod singing, 5186|Once again the Hermod singing. 5186|On the red rock stood the Hermod, 5186|And in speaking listened, smiled full oft; 5186|Then he sang in matín proportion: 5186|"Milk of magic virtue dwells in barley, 5186|In the honey of Phyllis' loatheless milk. 5186|Be not proud, Linnaeus and Huxley, 5186|Be not addicted to Hermod's minstrelsy! 5186|Coward, Linnaeus, thou, my lord and master, 5186|Wert a poet, thou a hero then; 5186|Thou hast learned how much more firm and certain 5186|Is the hand of the opponent's arm. 5186|Linnaian Hoxson, the guardian 5186|Of the kingdom of Pohyola, 5186|Yea, and his warriors, too, as yeomen, 5186|Tell me now the story of your suffering, 5186|Tell me the sad story of your sorrow!" 5186|From the top of the mountain, women, 5186|Hazel from the tops of the birch-trees, 5186|Sang one, but a feeble, concourse; 5186|Never had they, never would they, 5186|Listen to more the notes of honey 5186|That were heard within that country, 5186|In the homes of heroes and kings. 5186|From the peaks of the distant mountains, 5186|From the caverns of the emperor, 5186|From the wide tracts of unfrequented snow-fields, 5186|As the minstrels whisp'ring hail the morning, 5186|From the heaths of pasture fill the day-king 5186|With his merry music of the moorlands; 5186|So the flute of woe-wife Hiawatha 5186|Filled the hearts of all the nation. 5186|Once, but a few moments only, 5186|Standing in the assemblage of heroes, 5186| ======================================== SAMPLE 30770 ======================================== 7122|She has grown with time and labors, 7122|And by her constant self-denial, 7122|Her feeble limbs she may depend on. 7122|Her head is quite a mess indeed-- 7122|Her husband's aghast she must be! 7122|How can she live, when her master's dead! 7122|"Come, dear, let me take thee to bed, 7122|Thou art so warm and lovely now!" 7122|But still he is on the move, and soon 7122|Will reach his heart and be content 7122|With a poor girl of lowly station. 7122|The husband is gone and will not stay 7122|Nor find his new-comer here alone; 7122|He's seeking out another wife. 7122|His wife will ask a thousand ways 7122|To keep him from her heart unsloved-- 7122|And as good as when she married! 7122|So she takes her to his sleeping bed, 7122|And he is glad the wife is with him; 7122|And while this wife's in bed reclining, 7122|She is loving God, and Him alone! 7122|While these poor happy souls are sleeping, 7122|To bed is Father William; 7122|And he goes to sleep, and will not cease 7122|Till he's laid out in his quiet ease. 7122|This man has had no time to lose, 7122|So gets busy while time is allowed; 7122|His wife's, and hers, and both's children's, 7122|He is getting joys and pleasures too. 7122|The child in its cradle's pillow sleeping, 7122|The baby in its cradle sleeping; 7122|The day has gone out, and the night has come 7122|To the last watch which the clock-girl watches. 7122|The children have both gone to rest, 7122|And the weary wife is not wanting. 7122|All's promised in the lovely dwelling; 7122|And time has not yet ran out, 7122|Nor will it when he is in his dwelling; 7122|For the children they will all look after. 7122|And he leaves off business all day, 7122|As he takes advantage of the time; 7122|And if he is ill, for his health 7122|At least will his mind be good. 7122|He toils not, nor is seen much working, 7122|At least, as I've read, to the people know. 7122|In a house, however, will the father live-- 7122|But with much labor--and much labour too. 7122|"Where did you rest, O Father dear?" 7122|"I rest where I did yesterday," 7122|"Where I did rest, for I do not see 7122|For many days the very day at hand. 7122|And then I suffer many shocks 7122|That the mind of the day's most excited causes." 7122|"Is it so?" exclaimed the mother--"for to-day 7122|Was an interesting day indeed." 7122|"How beautiful the sun shone yesterday!" 7122|"So was the night, my son, both when day and night." 7122|"And pleasant was the fire at home yesterday, 7122|For it burned so hot, that I had to stand." 7122|"How did you all all look very handsome last night?" 7122|"We did look very handsome--though it's strange 7122|That you're surprised as to our being so cold." 7122|"But you have seen much, and know a great deal-- 7122|That's the most in an hour--and now all these things 7122|Have been very much for to you told, O son, 7122|And the truth to your thinking will ever be known. 7122|"And it seemed to the father, too, as I said, 7122|To-day's events were to all things right true." 7122|"How sad, dear son, that to us all you're true!" 7122|"How sad and a curious thing 'tis to find, 7122|That any one should go off, in the first place, 7122|By his own inattention and negligence!" 7122|"But, yet, O dear father, I'm very sure 7122|That you should do all that I ask you ======================================== SAMPLE 30780 ======================================== 615|"O my friend, that of the royal son didst reign, 615|And me, a commoner to live on the land, 615|I see your cause of anger is not just. 615|For having done, with me, what seemed to thee 615|O'erudicrous, by force it is decreed 615|Now, thou shalt with the other princes dwell; 615|-- You both shall have the kingdom of Dordogne. 615|"I by the faith I give you have the ring, 615|Which if thou yet abide in it thou shalt bear: 615|When thou shalt be a captive held in fee, 615|A slave in mine, thou shalt have one of us 615|To be thy prisoner, if by force or fraud, 615|An ill strait the oaths in this shall be, 615|A thousand times and twice, in hell to lie, 615|And every day shalt see the damned and dead!" 615|"But now my lord that king, with all his train, 615|Assembled in Dan Carey's honour meet, 615|Upon his part must perish by the hand 615|Of this foul traitor; that his glory be 615|To be undone by nimble Rinaldo bold; 615|Since on the prince he had so well confided, 615|He would that he should find some other lord, 615|That he that had such goodly armament, 615|Should keep him in his proper place to-day. 615|"I to king Charles had sent this warrior bold, 615|And by the king should he become my thrall; 615|He should abide with him in royal state, 615|And with him in his service faithfully, 615|Till he be slain, or should dispose of me; 615|Nor I should yet be safe from him, of him, 615|Who for the realm and for that lord to win, 615|Had brought me into this peril, had he willed. 615|"Yet, save the truth I bear upon my tongue, 615|With that same truth would I have you prove me sure. 615|If but some man of my treacherous kin I swear 615|In fable or chronicle, to have witnessed 615|What I have heard (the king's death) against me, 615|"And in my treason wrought as naught beside, 615|He was a traitor to me, I wot; and this, 615|That will, I would not have him think, that I 615|Would ever be true, nor do aught amiss, 615|-- That I was false, -- had given him to view, 615|And had myself betrayed -- would my treacherous foe 615|That truth be deemed, wherein was he accused 615|In all our war, who had his hand on me, 615|"He, who had not done his lord this service, 615|Shall not be guiltless of the thing reported; 615|Nor shall your king be faultless in his part, 615|For all that he commits, and for each act 615|Which by my fief I did the warrior view; 615|I shall not find cause, by that same truth, 615|To make against him for whose honour so 615|He thought to cheat his master of his fate. 615|Nor I, with him, will fail to tell you all, 615|If but that traitor can believe it not. 615|"I will not, in my turn, as falsehood would, 615|The falsehood tell, or tell the thing in truth, 615|Which any but the traitor might belie. 615|In the end may I be forced to tell my view, 615|Which him I will not, of what belief, disbely." 615|When, with the truth he heard, he heard all told, 615|Which made his bosom burn, with anger stung, 615|Rinaldo was already, with a smile, 615|His comrade for their coming, to repair, 615|And leave the king upon his journey still. 615|Now he was left a mile or two behind, 615|And was in doubt; whether he would go, 615|And make for Calais, or would in the bay. 615|The gentle lady, with his courser nigh, 615|Cleft at Rinaldo's story a good deal, 615|And that with more than one good reason deemed; 615|Because the cavalier to take his way, 615|Had promised him, till the ninth day after, more. 615|"That to Calais I ======================================== SAMPLE 30790 ======================================== 38566|and in the 'De Consolatione', 1772, he speaks of 38566|the 'uniformity of the elements, the uniformity of the 38566|animals', and the 'uniformity of the elements.' These are but 38566|interruptionary to the narrative, the more so 38566|is the likeness which we owe the author to the age of 38566|science, and to the mode of poetic presentation of 38566|history.' Even when he gives notice of the object of his 38566|work by the modes of its presentation, he makes use of the 38566|artificial rather than authentic names of objects. 'The 38566|mountains,' for instance, is 'a mountain with a watercourse; 38566|therein a multitude of men appear, that drink and 38566|eat and lie down in the water all night long; and they are 38566|described by his poetry.' The figures of the animals 38566|are not naturalised to perfection; their motions are not 38566|characterised by a unity, though it should not be denied that 38566|poetry in the language of nature is capable of much 38566|more than the imitation of the natural action of things.] 38566|and his love for her, and again, in 1817, in his poem:-- 38566|'But that my soul should gain the mastery of her soul, 38566|If, by her own sweet beauty charmed, I could but seem 38566|Weak as a bird that, in the wind, alone can rise 38566|And make itself known to the green leaves on the height; 38566|If, by the clear eye of a star, I might seem 38566|Blank to the inward sight, with inward sight 38566|Seeing its own shadow, as the star seeing night.' 38566|But the most important thing in this, and which most might 38566|admire, is his method of framing his stories, which are 38566|'In the ancient time (for such are things of earth 38566|And air and sky and the wide earth's wide range) 38566|Some men perceived the mind to come like this, 38566|Through feeling more or less light or strong; 38566|And at their coming they could see their faults 38566|Defined and fix'd by words, with words to guide. 38566|Thus, the mind's outward inward, at that word 38566|Which would resolve the conflicting thoughts, 38566|In some wise shape of words could framed discover. 38566|There were, besides, those who could not find 38566|In outward show or touch of mind, a mind 38566|In which that outward appearance did not meet, 38566|And what was inward looked for, not entertained: 38566|For all the rest, we should say, whose outward 38566|Was broken into outward at the word,-- 38566|Or inward in itself; were but at best 38566|False to their outward, were but at best 38566|False to their inner life, 'gainst which they stood 38566|In outward appearance, nor knew whether to 38566|Prove self or glance at self in others, or 38566|Prove self in inward gaze and inward look; 38566|For these were in the mind to find the true 38566|Nature of mind, to find the inner being 38566|Which, by the outward shows but outward sways, 38566|Is in many modes the mind's own nature. 38566|Nor were I alone in this, for many 38566|Of the learned and the wise, as well as those 38566|Who stood apart together, on their own 38566|Qualities and actions, found out this law 38566|Throughout the human race, if we might judge 38566|By outward or internal outward outward or inner, 38566|That, in proportion to the minds of men, 38566|That mind possessed the world. But I have seen 38566|The same brute nature in men, without that outer 38566|Firmament of mind from which all those outward shows 38566|Came inward also--as it were, as I hold 38566|That all things were brought inward in the mind of man, 38566|Though not without loss of what it had not brought. 38566|But that is clear--that mind lacks self or self, 38566|As all the rest of mind, whether self or outward show; 38566|Though not without loss; and when the ======================================== SAMPLE 30800 ======================================== 18500|'Here's a letter from a shoal at e'en'; 18500|'My health I care na, if the country fall'; 18500|'Come nae mair, here's a heart for you to break'; 18500|'The laddie shall come nae mair, for here I'm at; 18500|And I want a hand, to be my man o' him.' 18500|Now John took the hand, and in lieu 'twas given, 18500|Or, as they styled him, '_Lasse! Lasse!_' he gae. 18500|'O I gat a letter at the office,' cries John; 18500|'Ane o' mine left-behinders, the same; 18500|The first I've heard was o' that muckle bit, a', 18500|'Saw the cauld warld at e'en, an' my bonie sicht: 18500|A landlady cam here wi' her hand in a hilt, 18500|As tho' she was tauld the words to belie; 18500|An' she said, she had owsen she had danc'd wi'! 18500|'I wish I were back in my own lane; 18500|I wadna stand before that bonie lan', 18500|I'll no come back, wi' that muckle bit o' a', 18500|Nor a partridge I hae, nor a billie weel; 18500|I maun go far, far lang, and I'm come back, 18500|And to sing, lang ain but to me!' 18500|"That's the best o' them that do speak lang; 18500|They langna here wi' a muckle bit o' a', 18500|They langna here wi' a lang-coil'd ayein'; 18500|They langna here wi' a lang-coil'd ayein'; 18500|I hae herd them words, and they sair did rhyme; 18500|But they langna do lang speak wi' the same rhyme, 18500|But they langna do lang speak wi' the same rhyme." 18500|Here, gentlemen, an' welcome home! 18500|My friends, an' welcome home I hail! 18500|An' let us kiss, till we maun say, 18500|"Mither, mither, where hae ye been?" 18500|Now, if ye hae an eye for a' 18500|A bonie lass, and ae braw dame; 18500|And if, at the hour of death, 18500|The death-kiss hae blawn your sweet pled; 18500|Now, if ye hae an eye for a' 18500|That is a bonnie lassie to see; 18500|And, for a' the lasses see, 18500|Whare they sit, or walk, 18500|An' we come neist, 18500|While we hae a star o' grace, 18500|An' for a' the rashes there, 18500|An' for a' the rashes there; 18500|Then let us drink as we hae drank, 18500|An' say, "Mither, mither, when we're dead, 18500|"Mither, mither, we were servants dear, 18500|But now that ye are aye free from care, 18500|We'll keep the house for a' this year; 18500|Whan we hae lived, we'll stay, we'll live!" 18500|If it be gude, when it be wee, 18500|Or it be nae, 18500|In my lane, or lan'; 18500|I'm comin' aye to my lane yit. 18500|If it be gude, when it be wee, 18500|Or it be nae, 18500|In my lane, or lan', 18500|Let me gang wi' my lane yit. 18500|Braw, braw lads in Scotland dwell, 18500|Bareife and bareine; 18500|But for drap and drap and bowl, 18500|There's naething like my lane. 18500|For my lane ye set the law, 18500|As my lane ye set the gude; 18500|Ye set the law and ======================================== SAMPLE 30810 ======================================== 24869|For this they took the royal road. 24869|That earth and sky be cleared away, 24869|And earth be made of heavenly clay, 24869|With all the sons of Raghu led 24869|From their great father’s hall that day, 24869|These who from that proud city came 24869|The sons of Lakshmaṇ slew of old. 24869|That the swift fire that kindles them 24869|May burn all lands and dwellers round: 24869|So, as the wise have deemed it meet, 24869|To Raghu’s son their duty owe. 24869|And from the firmament they came 24869|Which Indra leads with heavenly beams, 24869|To the fair hill of heaven they sped 24869|To bear to Brahmá’s(895) home this gift.” 24869|Canto CII. The Journey To Brahmá’s Camp. 24869|Then as the wise Vibhishaṇ spoke, 24869|The king of men upon his feet 24869|Leaving his car, in humble guise 24869|Toward the royal palace pressed: 24869|Then, bending down his look of pride, 24869|Before the king the princely pair 24869|Walked to the garden of his seat 24869|Round where the glorious sun reclined. 24869|A Rákshas chief before them stood, 24869|As on the hill the charioteer, 24869|With royal Śatánanda’s care, 24869|Of chariot-lords the honour due:(896) 24869|And one who drove the wheel alone, 24869|Of Rávaṇ’s royal race outstanding. 24869|And one most excellent and tall; 24869|He, like the firm earth, of might 24869|Which Indra from his mountain heights 24869|Majestic marks in every shape, 24869|And his broad hands more mighty are, 24869|And feet that tremble at his tread: 24869|These are the glorious associates 24869|Of Brahmá and the God who keeps 24869|The worlds.” As through that holy place 24869|The princes came on many a line, 24869|The monarch of the people cried: 24869|“Hail, brothers, hail! From Brahmá’s throne, 24869|From all the world, my Raghu’s son: 24869|A wondrous gift this day has grown 24869|For Brahmá’s love, and for his sake. 24869|A hundred gifts in all, consummate, 24869|Which all his saints have toiled long to earn.” 24869|Then Brahmá, by his gracious will, 24869|Made that day his boon to those three, 24869|To every saint of lasting bliss 24869|Who, in the world’s high hour, had gone. 24869|To those three kings, the sons of heaven, 24869|The blessed saints, in order came 24869|And stood before the house profound 24869|Of Vibhíshaṇ’s mother. 24869|Each of them reverent bowed low 24869|Before his father’s mother dear, 24869|And then each clasped his lord, 24869|And, as they reverent bowed, 24869|Upon the golden floor 24869|Upraised his hands and thanked 24869|He, lord of heavenly race, 24869|His Ráma, Rávaṇ, and their race.(897) 24869|Then from the palace sprang 24869|The sons of Raghu, like the birds 24869|That in the spring begin to sing, 24869|And joyful thus they sang: 24869|“Hail, Ráma dear and strong! 24869|Hail, great Gandharva hail! 24869|Hail, Ráma, glorying in the might 24869|Of chariot and the might of spear! 24869|Hail, Ráma, glorious, brave! 24869|And every warlike arm, 24869|And every mighty weapon, hail 24869|And welcome, lord of men!” 24869|Canto CIII. The Deluge. 24869|Then, in the deep despair he knew, 24869| ======================================== SAMPLE 30820 ======================================== 7394|A hand unbraided, not a band, 7394|All that makes life worth living, is 7394|This, this alone, the Lord's own work! 7394|There is a hope in all the earth! 7394|We, in his name, the Godless call, 7394|And lift up up faith till God reveal! 7394|Our joy is in this thing, or death, 7394|We trust that grace will never fail, 7394|Till God shall say, The work is done! 7394|The day has come the weary to rest! 7394|O friends, my heart-kissed hand has said, 7394|Be strong, be strong for God is here! 7394|"You shall not perish,--you shall not sink"-- 7394|Are prayers like these for one who cries 7394|"I am a boy, but God is not here, 7394|He is my friend, and He will save!" 7321|And there the story ends, 7321|And no one remembers any more; 7321|All are forgotten, and gone is now the king, 7321|All things are lost that were of him and of his court. 7321|The noble knights that were there, and all that knew his fame, 7321|They lie in earth's bosom, where is no memory now. 7321|And he who was there when he went from earth to heaven, 7321|Is gone beyond the stars; and many lords of earth 7321|He hath left us in his place, of mighty deeds to do. 7321|Then, having told such wondrous things unto the end, 7321|What need have I to tell you? All they might be told, 7321|Hearkening to his tale the folk of the earth shall hear. 7321|Now they can see his might, can bear his mighty name, 7321|And see his deeds, as through the years in light he trod. 7321|And if men see, what doth he do, 7321|That all the world should be his by all men's good will? 7321|He, that to others so much gave he, may the rest earn. 7321|When, in such fair guise to greet them he came down, 7321|All the high nobles of Denmark bowed to his will. 7321|What then availeth us to sing, 7321|Now that we know the King his might?" 7321|Thereat the minstrel was stirred, 7321|And to the guests with words full oft he spoke: 7321|"O! let no voice then be mute, 7321|Or sooth were the tale for evermore told. 7321|I know not what may come in future days, 7321|The tale of his deeds may herefore be ended. 7321|Nor have I power to tell to folk of this day, 7321|All his glorious deeds did he so goodly do." 7321|And now, to the land of the Saxons came he,-- 7321|E'en all the chivalry, that held their court there; 7321|Where the Saxons of their strength and their might stood, 7321|With all their host of the Saxon kings around. 7321|And unto their men they spake one voice-- 7321|"Grant that he who now is high king in heaven 7321|May lead unto his home and the fair country so 7321|To live in his grace and glory, evermore." 7321|The noble knights together went, 7321|And went among their folk to the minster tall. 7321|And all who heard a bitter word had they, 7321|As they spake, to be glad with their lord in heaven. 7321|When the noble folk had gone, 7321|And all was still save the thundering of the drum, 7321|The knights went forth to do God's will there; 7321|Among them came a knight full noble, 7321|And unto him all went, and spake: "Now saith 7321|Our Lord, who did to us so great a grace, 7321|He sendeth thee a minstrel-king, the man 7321|To lead thy band toward the realms of light-- 7321|And biddeth that thou should'st bring thy folk thine own, 7321|And do him reverence that with his aid 7321|He bade thee for peace and for ======================================== SAMPLE 30830 ======================================== 14993|Dance and song, and laugh and talk, 14993|And make the earth their playground, 14993|And every single day 14993|Make themselves a toy in play; 14993|Dancers, play-boys, singers, bards, 14993|Till they are nothing but a name 14993|In the giddy mazes of the time. 14993|I am always seeking for a girl 14993|On foot, in sack or raiment clad: 14993|The world is always full of her; 14993|My life is bound, my body is bound, 14993|She always will be mine; I know it 14993|And must do as I please, I must, 14993|Unless she be a goddess born. 14993|She is a mystery, and I 14993|Dare not approach, nor feel for her, 14993|And, if I should but chance to kiss 14993|And take her in my hand, I know 14993|She would not let me go. I can 14993|Not tell her why; 14993|A strange delight 14993|Creeps through me in my lonely place, 14993|And makes me tremble like a stone: 14993|Oh, should I speak, the whole world trembles! 14993|She is most lovely, but she is 14993|The picture of sin. 14993|Oh, what a horrible sin, I cry! 14993|I could forget my heavenly place 14993|As well as heaven were hers to see. 14993|She loves, as women rightly use, 14993|The outward aspect of a man; 14993|It is vain in her to shame me; 14993|And if, perchance, she dare, in thought, 14993|To glance a little toward me, 14993|She dares not object, but denies, 14993|And says she loves because I am 14993|A woman, and love is a crime. 14993|She does not love because I am white, 14993|Or fair, though white as snow is, 14993|Or even though it is white as snow. 14993|But she loves because of my crime, 14993|And the sin without repentance. 14993|For if her love were only blest, 14993|So that I could forgive my crime, 14993|My love she could forget, indeed. 14993|I have the image of your face 14993|Like a strange idol, that has bloomed 14993|So fair, there's scarcely time to say 14993|I've worshipped it at all: 14993|It is the thing I wish it to 14993|Of the gods that will not say me nay. 14993|I know not if the image live, 14993|Or in its dying moment die, 14993|And die with me, and make no moan, 14993|But turn in the grave 14993|And leave me weeping till I die. 14993|There is a certain woman here, 14993|A sweet and friendly woman, sure 14993|As morning dew is kind to her; 14993|And, if she takes my hand, I think 14993|She'll just relax it for the best. 14993|Ah, me! when I was young and proud, 14993|I loved to dream that I was so, 14993|And loved to think this feeling's self 14993|Could be a woman who could love. 14993|Alas! the dream went on, my friend, 14993|And made me bitter, and a fool, 14993|And I forgot my sorrow's price, 14993|And all my toil of being kind, 14993|And turned my heart and brain away 14993|To make my body seem more fair. 14993|My body is a thing divine. 14993|If you had known the thing I feel, 14993|Whereby I live forever bright, 14993|How would you have forgone my sake 14993|To make the body of my love? 14993|Oh, if you would have made me bright; 14993|It was a gift too good to say, 14993|It was a faith too hard to keep, 14993|It was a life too sweet to live, 14993|It was a mystery too strange. 14993|There's only one, only one, I know: 14993|My body can be that one ======================================== SAMPLE 30840 ======================================== 34752|As if we had been robbed in the night, 34752|And could not bring a holly at all 34752|To deck our brows! 34752|Thou seem'st to say--in a mood of grief 34752|And sorrow, we need not say for thee 34752|There never was a burglar bolder, 34752|Or thief more bold. 34752|O, let him be with us! then be quick 34752|A safe and prosperous journey home; 34752|And, while for rest we are contented, 34752|Let us never leave thee. 34752|We've a sweet tea, but will not pay a visit. 34752|The price that you have agreed on is too great, 34752|And we'll return with another, since our stomachs fail. 34752|I'll say no more, but if you will but behave, 34752|The price agreed is quite sufficient, 34752|If you but pay a bit more. 34752|I know a house that was built in a day, 34752|With much labor and expense so vast, 34752|The workmen say it could hardly stand, 34752|It could not stand the shock. 34752|It stands on the edge of a rocky lane, 34752|Where many a pheasant, with his share of the loot, 34752|Is waiting impatient for the day he may lay, 34752|With the meal ready for breakfast before him. 34752|It stands on a mound a mile in length, 34752|Which the rich and the poor would have to climb, 34752|To visit the house of a famous duke, 34752|Who would give his whole estate--one half a crossum. 34752|It stands in the midst of a forest thick, 34752|Which the red-coat and the scoundrel would seek; 34752|Where the poor--for they fear no justice-- 34752|Are sure of their pardon. 34752|And yet--if you can believe it-- 34752|It is not a mansion that stands on a mound, 34752|But a cottage where good men live in quiet; 34752|And, though built in a month, it is fair to view, 34752|Though the roof of a tower in the front is erected. 34752|It has been the residence of many a man, 34752|To the sound of the drum and the trump of war; 34752|And they say the house and the cottage look grand, 34752|With the furnishings of the stage and the stage-manager. 34752|If the family should come in at any time, 34752|To see the house, the cot, or the _fiance_. 34752|The cot will become a tavern where a 34752|Visitor might with some ease find a seat; 34752|And, if the cot, with the assistance of the fire, 34752|Would be happy with a pheasant, duck, or goose. 34752|A good man, then, would be glad to be seen 34752|With the cottage in the front of the street; 34752|With the cottage in the midst of a grove, 34752|Where all would be right at their hearts--all but the birds! 34752|Where no guest a stranger to kindness would dare, 34752|And where mischief would never begin; 34752|And no fear there should seize on the stranger's head, 34752|Though he should be forced to leave the rest behind. 34752|Here a happy home by the side of the sea, 34752|Where no storm should assail, or there be a blow, 34752|Would be made in the midst of the stormy sea, 34752|And its dangers and sorrows would never be there. 34752|And a home in whose bosom the sunshine is sweet, 34752|And the evening will leave no spot as unpleasant; 34752|So each one there would be in no case compelled 34752|To suffer the bitter sting of a broken tooth. 34752|'Twould be home, at the best, the most pleasant of all, 34752|If the folks could but come with it every one. 34752|Now a man's house and a home in the midst of the wild, 34752|Would be the best of a wilderness so rough. 34752|Then the good of the cottage, though seldom so sought, 34752|Would be found if an honest, and just home ======================================== SAMPLE 30850 ======================================== 1040|By the way I went, 1040|A very beautiful 1040|Beautiful woman. 1040|We were kissing and having 1040|Our time of the month for kissing 1040|In the world without a boundary. 1040|It was the hour of the summer 1040|With the sun that rose and the shadow 1040|That fell, 1040|In these same streets as we walked, 1040|And so much of shadow and light 1040|Was on us that it made us see, 1040|Through the trees with trees between, 1040|Where the trees of the future made 1040|The shadow of the coming night. 1040|The light was on mine eyes, 1040|And on the face of my dream, 1040|And I saw her, and I saw 1040|What it was that I had not seen. 1040|She was a woman without hope, 1040|With breasts like women's boxes, 1040|And eyes that turned a smile to tears, 1040|And lips that kissed from beneath 1040|The hair that was too soft for kisses. 1040|I could not see the way she walked, 1040|But what it was that I could see 1040|Seemed always in her face, 1040|And always somewhere, everywhere, 1040|In this instant of her feet. 1040|I looked at the wall that was dark, 1040|And I saw the faces there, 1040|And the heart of me dreamed of them, 1040|And the heart of me dreamed again of her. 1040|I looked toward the sky, and all 1040|The stars seemed like a face, 1040|And the sky in front of me seemed 1040|A face without a smile; 1040|And a woman with white hair 1040|Were walking up the street; 1040|And I saw the eyes of the woman 1040|Turned in the eyes of the man, 1040|As he walked a step or two 1040|Backward toward the wall. 1040|She went back to the street, 1040|And the wall, and the sky, 1040|And there was a voice as of wings 1040|Playing in the sky, 1040|And a woman talking to the man 1040|With a hand on his hair. 1040|In the old church a stone does still appear, but 1040|I found it not, and there is no stone on the old 1040|Grave beyond a cloud that comes and goes over it. 1040|I found but one stone upon the stone that is 1040|entered the door of the old church by the wind. 1040|The old church has no stone upon it because 1040|it has been worn by but one poor man among the rest. 1040|The church of the old gable has a stone upon it, 1040|but the stone has been worn out by but one poor 1040|man among the rest; when a church of our own town 1040|is closed by the storm that comes and goes over it, 1040|I think the stone will be changed away from it, and 1040|the old stone won't be the old stone any more. 1040|A thousand times we will go over the stones that are 1040|upon the old gable, the stone that has no place on them, 1040|And I am going with you into our old garden, 1040|And I shall find but one stone that is entombed in it, 1040|A little bit of stone that has no place on it, and it 1040|Is only as old stone that stands between us. 1040|We both laughed as the rain came into our room and 1040|made us laugh; but I said nothing at the time -- 1040|It would have been my fault. It never came. 1040|I never will find out where it has gone to. 1040|I said "We will read the inscription upon her stone 1040|to the end of the page." and we were silent. 1040|I might have looked at your face, but I did not look 1040|At the little stone that stands between us. 1040|The wind was stilled, and we heard the sound of rain 1040|That drops from the roofs of the old church, 1040|And the red sun overhead seemed a great red sword 1040|To cut us ======================================== SAMPLE 30860 ======================================== 37752|But now the earth is hushed, and no sound of life 37752|So much as drops of rain 37752|And all the air has lost its perfume, and nothing else 37752|Gives pleasure to the sense. 37752|And the dark, grey earth is hushed; 37752|And only, in the dawn, 37752|A very few stars, glints from a million shadows, 37752|As in a dream; 37752|Or, in the noon, a very few stars sparkle, 37752|As on a page 37752|Of music which is as a music-book. 37752|The air is quite still; and only a few stars 37752|Glance in the empty darkness of the sky; 37752|And only, in the night, 37752|The silence of the night with all its shadows 37752|Goes on its way 37752|Like a sad song's melody, 37752|As of the silence of a world, so utterly still. 37752|And only with a little cry are they gone, 37752|And not a sound 37752|Or light or sound is now, save far away 37752|The sighing of a little, little bird, 37752|Or the fluttering of a butterfly, or the voice 37752|Of the sea to all things. 37752|But all the trees are shaken; 37752|And only that sad sound comes a little louder 37752|To the hills; 37752|And only a little, little bird has flown 37752|Into that great deep, 37752|And we are listening; and we hear not far away 37752|The heavy-hearted wind again; 37752|And the flowers are shaken; 37752|And only that sad song comes a little louder 37752|And the stars are still 37752|With their great sorrow; 37752|And, for a moment, 37752|The silent earth is silent, and we hear not far away 37752|The sighing of a little, little bird, 37752|Or the fluttering of a butterfly, or the voice 37752|Of the sea to all things. 37752|But all the flowers are trembling; 37752|And only that sad song comes a little louder 37752|To the hills; 37752|And all the flowers are shaken, 37752|And only that sad song comes a little louder 37752|And, like a song, 37752|The great clouds creep 37752|Into the blue; and, like a song, from all the leaves 37752|Of the hills, 37752|The great clouds fade away. 37752|And when I come to the door, 37752|I hear no sigh, 37752|No note of the bird; 37752|So much is my hand still, 37752|So much is the garden still, 37752|So sad, so weary, is my heart, 37752|And the roses yet are a-Marching, 37752|And the flowers still hang on the branch, 37752|But the roses are all gone 37752|In the last snowfall; 37752|And the last light of dusk 37752|On the long lawn 37752|Is all in vain 37752|For a rosebush that used to be, 37752|A rose, old-time, white and tender, 37752|And all the rose-trees fled away 37752|And a rosebud stands fast in the light 37752|And a rose is dead;-- 37752|A rosebush is dead now; and the grass 37752|Bows dead, and the rose is dead, 37752|And the birds, 37752|All the birds, 37752|In the last year's hollow 37752|Fly back to their nest; 37752|And the last snowdrop, 37752|And the last green leaf, 37752|And the last, last song of a bird, 37752|And the last light of the sun, 37752|And the last sunbeam on the sea, 37752|And a bird is dead, 37752|And the roses, 37752|And the flowers, 37752|And the flowers all are dead; 37752|And the last sunflowers now are blown 37752|And the last leaves stand stiff in the snow; 37752|And the lights of the sky 37752|Fall silent in the dark, 37752|Because ======================================== SAMPLE 30870 ======================================== 1034|And, all day long, the old man's eyes grew dim, too dim for his own 1034|For he could find no meaning in it. 1034|O he was no old man, 1034|A great white star, he looked like old gold. 1034|His face was all one great smile, the smile of some old dream. 1034|His eyes were very low, 1034|And when he smiled his cheeks were very high, 1034|Like little girls' and little virgins' smiles, 1034|But he looked like a great white star 1034|That made heaven sing, 1034|And every star had music in it. 1034|One day I saw him, 1034|One day, 1034|And I thought of all the things 1034|That you had been for me. 1034|Then I said: "He shall die--he shall live." 1034|The old man turned to me with his old smile, 1034|And his great golden eyes were very gray, and his hair was gray; 1034|"How the stars sing, 1034|And how the night 1034|Knows all its secrets, 1034|I have forgotten all. 1034|I have a secret." 1034|I heard a singing and I saw a star was born. 1034|When the old men go 1034|To the church that always says that Christ has risen-- 1034|When they come back and see 1034|That the star was never born; 1034|Then the old men say 1034|About the old stars 1034|That sang, 1034|When I was young. 1034|It is long ago 1034|Since a star sings 1034|In the sky, 1034|And a man says that stars sing. 1034|He shall sing 1034|Songs he learned 1034|In the star, 1034|And sing them as he sees. 1034|I have lived when stars sang 1034|In a wayl 1034|In the sky, 1034|With a star for my friend. 1034|I said to them: 1034|"You were made 1034|For something that you sing." 1034|They sang it 1034|All the ways 1034|They heard heaven ring. 1034|And now they are old, 1034|And I do not know. 1034|I only know that I was made in light. 1034|The wind in the streets is very, very big, 1034|The little leaves have grown quite green, 1034|The old church is a very high place, 1034|The house all is very tall; 1034|The air is very thin and sweet, 1034|I could walk all about it all day, 1034|It has lots of stars all round it, 1034|And lots of little leaves 1034|Down the front as well. 1034|The wind in the streets is very, very big. 1034|The little leaves have grown quite green; 1034|The old church is a very high place; 1034|And if I went through the doors right to the end 1034|These little leaves would cut the air, 1034|These little leaves would cut the air, 1034|But I shall stand under the bench there. 1034|I will sit on it that is white and round, 1034|The old chair is old and worn, 1034|For I wish to pray. 1034|I shall sit there--but how--what does this mean. 1034|Is the wind over there blowing in my face? 1034|I can smell the wind and be heard in the air. 1034|The old chair is old and the chair is worn; 1034|I wish to pray. 1034|There is no room for me at the old church, 1034|Where the people say that Christ has been born, 1034|There is no room for me at the old church, 1034|Where the people say that Christ has been born; 1034|The door will never shut on me, 1034|There is no room for me, and I must walk out. 1034|I will not stand under the old church chair 1034|When they say Christ is born all over again. 1034|They will not lock the doors, 1034|Or drive the cows away from the sheepfold, 1034 ======================================== SAMPLE 30880 ======================================== 24830|A new-fangled fiddle to my little niece. 24830|We learned all the sounds and words by rote, 24830|And all the alphabet without a key. 24830|We learned all the sounds and words, 24830|From all the birds that on the trees grew, 24830|And all the words that in the leaves were wet. 24830|The linnets whistled. We played the flute. 24830|We read with pleasure every book; 24830|We watched the deer and the rooks, 24830|And made the hay when the grass grew green. 24830|We danced in the twilight gay, 24830|While all the woods sang cheerful to the sun, 24830|And danced the merry hours away. 24830|We played when the cows came home; 24830|And then the sun and earth 24830|Learnt each their songs again, 24830|And in the summer's pleasant day, 24830|We heard the sound of the lint white-sap. 24830|We sailed through the clear blue sea, 24830|And the waves were silver-bright. 24830|So glad we sailed, so happy we! 24830|We walked in the garden fair, 24830|And saw the wild grape climb the mountain height, 24830|And the golden primroses spring 24830|And gather all the daffodils. 24830|We went to the river's side, 24830|Where the daffodils grew, 24830|And saw the new-slain deer 24830|Tossed by the furious billows on the shore. 24830|With many a jocund word 24830|And dance and song we swam, 24830|While winds in beauty floated by the prow. 24830|We passed the golden fir. 24830|Round us the shadows played 24830|As if our feet had trod 24830|The regions of the misty sky. 24830|We saw the roe come back 24830|With lazy steps and fleet, 24830|And watched with joy the leaping brook 24830|Come trembling from its sunny holds, 24830|And joining our errand and its cause, 24830|Came singing. 24830|We went with slow sad pace 24830|Across the meadows brown, 24830|And still we saw the golden broom 24830|Shrilly flout the hedges tall, 24830|And o'er the meadows gay 24830|The poplar dimly rose, 24830|Whose little feet were soft to tread. 24830|But when came sunset's glow 24830|And shadows of the trees 24830|Across the still pool, 24830|We turned, and as the sun went down, 24830|There 's none seemed kind and wise 24830|But all grew dreamy and still, 24830|And seemed to feel a strange, mysterious power. 24830|There comes a silentness 24830|That many a sigh 24830|Has stirred in many a heart; 24830|And the young year 24830|Has ceased in her flight. 24830|But still she doth come 24830|To light the leaves, 24830|Like some sweet bird, 24830|Which to her nest, 24830|With a swift, sweet tune, 24830|Sings and chaunts and sings. 24830|Youth is the month it seems 24830|A leafy rhyme 24830|To sum life out, 24830|And rhyme out youth! 24830|Young Spring, now with a spring of song, 24830|Begins to make the world rejoice: 24830|It comes and stirs the silent woods 24830|And stirs the heart of each dull brook. 24830|So when the Spring comes back to me, 24830|It brings back early Summer's birth, 24830|And when the Spring is well gone, 24830|It brings back Summer's golden prime. 24830|But oh, it's sweet to hear that Spring 24830|Haunting the air again-- 24830|It's sweet to see the blossoms blow, 24830|And hear the little birds sing. 24830|'Twas just as I was dreaming 24830|That one sweet morn I saw 24830|A little girl with eyes of blue 24830|Come skirrying through the wood. 24830| ======================================== SAMPLE 30890 ======================================== 3545|The little things that are most dear to us. 3545|There's a flower that is dear to all the nation; 3545|We'll give it the greatest favour that it grows: 3545|Our own land's great foe by day, and in night's gloom, 3545|The cruel, red-coated, iron-breasted foe; 3545|That never gives us sorrow, but whose anger turns 3545|Our joys to woe. We've heard of heroes who have shed 3545|Their blood in battle, and not one has done so well: 3545|The world's grandest strife we need not name to teach 3545|Our grief is but for Nesace that's falling fast. 3545|The great and humble, the good and ill, are all 3545|As fair in our eyes as that glorious flower, 3545|Which, in our great great nation, will be better served 3545|To make our common lot the greater so. 3545|"The brave and gentle, the good and poor, we praise 3545|With every hope and feeling that we can think." 3545|In a short note the poet tells us that it was the 3545|night of Easter, a little over three months before. I 3545|am inclined to think that the manuscript was written in 3545|winter when it may have been on Christmas day. Perhaps 3545|he is, for the purpose of making a poem for a friend's 3545|feast, confiding in his own weakness, and wanting a 3545|meaning in his thoughts. It is quite likely, however, that 3545|the poem was written for the pleasure of the "Saracen 3545|visaunt." It is very certain, also, that it was written 3545|for his benefit: in short, that we cannot conceive any 3545|other motive why the manuscript should not have been 3545|written out in perfect verse. "I had a good companion, 3545|Lend me your mirth, and mirth shall be my companion still." 3545|Is this poet's way of thinking? How can it be that, even 3545|with a "sardine" in his heart, he never felt a "sardine?" 3545|We also find in this note from the "Saracen":-- 3545|"My friend's eyes look very dull--'tis sad"; 3545|I should think, however, their sadness would not have come to his 3545|heart, and his voice, with "dread not knowing" in it, can only 3545|speak of "the sweet and the dulcet." 3545|There is not a living writer who has ever wrote quite 3545|poets, with the best of the best of poets. I have always found 3545|this to be the one danger that makes a poem of any 3545|man or his discontented feelings. All poets of any 3545|length are bound to have some unhappy thought; so that, in 3545|these times of social life, it would be almost impossible 3545|for one man to be a gentleman without being a poet. I 3545|shall venture to say that there's no man alive who would 3545|not rather be a good writer than a good poet. 3545|"For the future time of Parnassus, let us pray"; 3545|How far is this from "Dorcus?" "The years of Parnassus." 3545|He seems to have felt a strong desire to avoid the "toad- 3545|tainted" with the "sardinian" of his own character. 3545|I would venture to say that many times, if he had not been 3545|living, he would not have been identified with the "sardine" 3545|of the great author's own life. If he did feel a "sardine," 3545|then this is a "sardine" from his own lips, though not 3545|of a great poet's. He seems to have loved "the lovely 3545|woman, the wife of the man who never will love me more." 3545|"Ought to be done by both"? Let them say what they will, 3545|Heaven, let them do it! The two names are such synonyms! 3545|There are no words like "sardine," so "d'ye take it "!" ======================================== SAMPLE 30900 ======================================== May I neer forget 8187|That I did love her once-- 8187|That when my eyes grew dim, 8187|She was near my cottage door. 8187|When my infant heart's young sorrows took a grave 8187|In her heart once as they had on mine, 8187|She had told me many a year was flown, 8187|Since she parted from me; and yet she could tell 8187|How oft I longed in every breath to meet-- 8187|How oft upon her lips there came a sigh,-- 8187|Her love, her memory, all were gone! 8187|The sweetest and, alas! the last of a thousand 8187|Lovely young damsels of the time to be 8187|Are the few leaves on each lovely young head 8187|That fall to dust at the mother's breast; 8187|And oh! the sight to think on how they were borne, 8187|As the days of their bloom sped on away! 8187|Even the tender leaves that once folded that love 8187|Wept in every deep, that fell on the earth 8187|Limp and light as the leaf whose name is fled; 8187|So, now all our little friends are turned to dust, 8187|When a mother's heart has long past away. 8187|The heart's last faint echo may not say, 8187|The sweetest of all spirits in sleep, 8187|"Weep away, ye tears, 8187|Ye tears, 8187|Oh, weep, oh, weep for me!" 8187|The hearts that so lightly dropp away-- 8187|Not so our hearts of young romance; 8187|The tears we feel for them,--they are but for us: 8187|They never will weep away. 8187|"Oh, mourn not for me, 8187|My youthful love-- 8187|The heart of youth is gay, 8187|And full of joy is he," 8187|"Oh, mourn not for me, 8187|My love--the heart of youth 8187|Is full of joy," etc. 8187|Oh! was it dream or emotion, 8187|That told unto thee 8187|Such legends of life's early dawn, 8187|And leaves as sweet 8187|As rose of Eden, in bloom? 8187|But love may leave the garden, 8187|And leave it soon most heart-wrung; 8187|But _so_ soon as its last last flower, 8187|We ne'er can take it from the earth! 8187|Oh! was it the wind or the wave, 8187|Or, was it a fairy-flower-- 8187|Who told to thee--in sleep--such tales? 8187|But no! from the earth to the sky 8187|No flower so chaste and so fair, 8187|As that flower of the earth's sweetest dew, 8187|That ne'er can be shed from the soil! 8187|My soul has drifted far aloft, 8187|O'er hill and dale; 8187|In dreams have I espied her, 8187|My heart's best Bel. 8187|The fairest flower that's to be born 8187|Is to me this, Bel: 8187|She's the flower for thee, my sweetest Bel, 8187|And, tho' she be born to be kissed, 8187|She shall be kissed! 8187|The flower shall be made of her kisses, 8187|Though she be dead. 8187|In the meadows of Eden her foot-bridge 8187|Comes up to the sun, 8187|And her face is the sun's full face, 8187|And her soul his spark. 8187|When first I saw the maid, 8187|I thought, 'tis time we had seen her eyes; 8187|A sweet, pale brow is a sign 8187|Of something underneath a cloud, 8187|To love and be loved. 8187|Oh! was it in her dim eyes, 8187|Or in her light hair, 8187|Or round that youthful forehead, 8187|Of light and happiness twined? 8187|Oh! who could think of such a dream, 8187|When Love himself was awake? 8187|She was not too young, nor yet too fair! 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 30910 ======================================== 20586|Bless'd be that early dawn 20586|When the first dew upon the grass, 20586|Bless'd be that earliest morn 20586|For a loving heart and a loving hand! 20586|What ails thy dream? 20586|Thou art weary, weary, weary, 20586|With this day's toil. 20586|Thou art full of sorrow, sad, 20586|For the joy gone by. 20586|Fool! Fool! Fool! Fool! to ask her, 20586|For the hope gone by! 20586|O, thy bride her sweetheart was, 20586|Thou his true-love! 20586|Thou didst love her, thou couldst not part, 20586|She's thy fresh berry: 20586|O, that thou couldst not part, 20586|She's thy dear ladye, 20586|For thy love's love sweetly 20586|She is ever near thee; 20586|And for fear thy word were false, 20586|She loves thee more than life; 20586|And for fear thy word were wilt, 20586|She's thy trusted friend; 20586|And, oh, thou art one of those 20586|We, who have loved thee, 20586|If thou wend not home again, 20586|Thou art gone a second time; 20586|For all of us have met, 20586|And all of us will meet 20586|Once more to give gladness 20586|Once more to hear again 20586|Toll of the grateful lyres! 20586|Once more; once more 20586|She shall hear the sounding! 20586|Once more she shall know it, 20586|Once more the joyous glades 20586|Shall redden in the rose 20586|Once more the wild birds sing, 20586|Once more in every grove 20586|Love shall wake and wake thee 20586|Once more, oh, once more! 20586|Once more! Once more! the green leaves, 20586|Once more the bird's call, 20586|Once more, oh, once more! 20586|Once more, oh, once more! 20586|Once more at thy sweet voice! 20586|Once more; once more 20586|The bird's wild song! 20586|In the summer, at my window, 20586|Once more, oh, once more, 20586|The wild bird's call! 20586|Once more; once more! Once more 20586|The silver clouds and silvery nightingale; 20586|Once, oh, once more! 20586|Once more, oh, once more! 20586|Once more, oh, once more! 20586|In the summer, at my window, 20586|Once, oh, once more, 20586|The bird's wild call! 20586|Now the moon is up, and the sky is deep, 20586|All the hills and valleys dream of rest; 20586|But over the lonely stream, 20586|I have found a little white cot unseen. 20586|Now the dark tide sleeps, and stars pale 20586|On the dim hills shine like eyes that weep; 20586|I dream of the little cottage lone 20586|And I will think of the house that is nigh. 20586|I will think of the old kitchen floor, 20586|The oaken panel where three burnished styles 20586|Stood grouped like the sun and the wind's wide circles: 20586|Of the ashes, rich with honey and gold, 20586|And the golden china, shining on the turf. 20586|All the leaves will fall; the branches blow 20586|And the sweet, leafy wood will wither, 20586|And the green, sunny turf will hide the mould. 20586|But over the silent water-way 20586|I will think when stars gather as the night; 20586|Of the grass and grass and grass will grow 20586|The green, purple rushes; the red and brown 20586|The scarlet red the cicala. 20586|The great cicala will clothe the roots, 20586|And beneath them the rich scarlet stones 20586|Will lie, like a green belt stretching far, 20586|All crimson, like the eye of Venus, 20586|Ere ======================================== SAMPLE 30920 ======================================== 3650|The sky was like a wall of fire, 3650|There was no sound but the rushing of feet, 3650|And the rushing of the wind. 3650|And then a crash--the house was on the floor, 3650|And the floor was as dry white ash 3650|As the white mask of a witch cast down, 3650|To save the prince from his coffin. 3650|The prince lay propped up on his bier 3650|In the chair that never took a stroke, 3650|With a blood-red look of torture, 3650|That writhed and writhed in the dying glare, 3650|And writhed and writhed in the ghostly calm 3650|Which filled the room with a dying sound. 3650|The maid in the chair opposite 3650|Won't let her hand drop from her face, 3650|Or let her hand drop from her gown. 3650|She's too queer a maid to understand 3650|What's going on in the coffin, you see, 3650|But who's this thing with red fireside, 3650|Whom the girls call "the fire"? 3650|A man--a mighty man, who's fighting 3650|His way through hell's dark ranks of fate 3650|Despite the fiery breath his face is blowing, 3650|Along the march of time. 3650|A man who holds for one short day, 3650|In victory, Hell's bitter bowl, 3650|The power that drove God's foes to drink-- 3650|And wins from them the bitter bowl. 3650|There's many like him in all the world-- 3650|The fire is dying in his veins-- 3650|He cannot die without giving thanks 3650|To God for victory. 3650|With many a dream in his dreams 3650|He struggles on--this flaming man-- 3650|And many a hope to conquer still, 3650|As he's struggling on. 3650|The world is as a bowl that keeps 3650|A row of bubbles--and his hope is one, 3650|To break one, and drink up the rest, 3650|As he's struggling on. 3650|The world is as an eagle, high 3650|In pursuit of one fleeting day-- 3650|This flame that feeds him with the food 3650|That will not let him rest. 3650|A man who thinks he strikes the balm, 3650|This flame that feeds him with the fire, 3650|And many a dream to conquer still, 3650|As he's struggling on. 3650|You cannot know the sorrow you feel, 3650|Until the hour that's now your own 3650|Has changed its frown for a smile from heaven, 3650|And changed your earthly wings to wings 3650|In outward bearing. 3650|O soul that from life's common lot 3650|Is set apart to higher things, 3650|The common lot of earth, or heaven. 3650|The human soul, when 't is not enough 3650|For it to wander in the drudges 3650|That its Maker set apart to men; 3650|But when, beyond the drudges, far 3650|Beyond the narrow world's limits, 3650|It mounts, with wings in outward bearing, 3650|To the calm seats of love and truth. 3650|How few may visit with their eyes 3650|The silent wounds of inward pain, 3650|The deep, dark wounds of the soul without-- 3650|The wounds of outward love and inward pride. 3650|So, when the soul is hardened and sears, 3650|The flesh must wither and decay, 3650|Unless the soul can fly, and so 3650|From outward sufferings, and the wounds 3650|That hide from human eyes the inward wounds, 3650|Transfigure its own wounds of love, 3650|And so heal and crown itself above 3650|The common wounds of the soul. 3650|I do not ask, 3650|Where men call up the courage and the will 3650|To overcome, 3650|And face the obstacles that stand between 3650|They and their promised happiness; 3650|For they who have the greatest gift, 3650|They have the greatest pain. 3650|I do not ask, 3650|How much courage there is in ======================================== SAMPLE 30930 ======================================== 1664|Tender as a flower, 1664|In the world of mortals. 1664|O'er the waves of a troubled life 1664|The sea would give answer 1664|And the land would tell him, 1664|With a gentle tone, "I am here, 1664|I am waiting for thee." 1664|She will come for a moment, 1664|The angel of peace, 1664|And over the world of trouble 1664|She will bear an invitation 1664|To that mysterious door. 1664|I had never a need of her-- 1664|I always was contented-- 1664|In the summer, in the winter, 1664|I never was happy weather-- 1664|When she was there I was glad. 1664|I would walk and talk with her 1664|Over the sweet fresh flower 1664|Of the world and its woes and its fears-- 1664|The old world, so ancient-old. 1664|And all day we had laughed and sung 1664|In the garden her garden was; 1664|And we loved, and loved with a love 1664|That was purer than gold. 1664|Her fingers all day long went 1664|Over and over the bird's hand-- 1664|The yellow-married wren. 1664|And the red-rooster's noise, from the house, 1664|Was a joy to the housewife-- 1664|And to me, who always was waiting 1664|In the garden when she came. 1664|And all night long, so still and deep, 1664|She would sing and talk with the night bird 1664|Who was born at the door. 1664|And the bird would turn and stare, 1664|Then would stoop and bring his twig-party, 1664|And whisper and say, "The flowers there, 1664|Why are you so still?" 1664|"I am waiting for my Lord," 1664|Would she say; or, "I am waiting in hope 1664|For the Lord who is coming soon!" 1664|We loved as we ever loved, 1664|And would do as we ever would; 1664|The garden we loved as we ever loved, 1664|The old world was dear to us. 1664|And when her work was over and done, 1664|We could laugh like two lovers: 1664|We could talk of the ways we had loved 1664|Those gardens and fields and hills. 1664|But now the old world is nothing but dust; 1664|And he who loved it has left it; 1664|And the little girl who loved it hath gone 1664|To build with her the new. 1664|With her little words, the words that make 1664|Mothers up in the smoke, 1664|She loved us, and she knows we love her, too, 1664|And I've found that the things she said. 1664|She loves her little little house so well, 1664|So much, she has lived there so long, 1664|That her heart turns the ground it was made in 1664|To bronze,-- 1664|And not a flower but shines above the grave 1664|We have dug for her. 1664|I have written her as her own beloved, 1664|Or would have written but yesterday. 1664|She does not know, though it were far away, 1664|That we are in the same room, 1664|And that we have known each other as long 1664|As stars have died and flowers do. 1664|We have stood together in the darkness 1664|With the white moon in her hair, 1664|And been strong together in the warmth, 1664|And held fast together in the flood; 1664|And now we will never meet. 1664|Ah, there must be some way our feet may reach; 1664|We have left her so many years; 1664|And our old sorrows never will forget 1664|These feet have not been there. 1664|And then we would say: "Farewell, my house! 1664|And you--I am going away; 1664|I have loved you so, in such a place, 1664|That I love you, too. 1664|"I shall never see you more, darling! 1664|The way ======================================== SAMPLE 30940 ======================================== 4010|The Englishmen from the hills,-- 4010|And how they fought and how they died. 4010|And there,--my noble Lord, 4010|Hath found a little book 4010|And held it to my withered hand, 4010|I pray thee, for my sake; 4010|'Tis a familiar page, 4010|With all these matters well, 4010|But 'twill do no good to rehearse 4010|The most mysterious part. 4010|It lies on my small shelf, 4010|And I have done for the night. 4010|I'll close it; it is good, 4010|And shall tell ye all agen,-- 4010|The story thereof and whence. 4010|It stands upon the shelf, 4010|And I, my lord, can tell 4010|In what country it was writ - 4010|To you, or any folk; 4010|And what in Spain it writ: - 4010|You need not ask me further, 4010|Till that ye shall have heard 4010|Of the great battle fought; 4010|When Henry was routed, 4010|And all his French routed too; 4010|And how the English fought, 4010|With whom, and what intent. 4010|Let not me be made 4010|The bane of your good host: 4010|To whom, if need be, 4010|You'll give your royal leave 4010|To ride to Arles, 4010|To take your leave of me. 4010|What! if we meet no more? 4010|I give my word my king, 4010|Your true hand clasped in mine; 4010|It was your custom then, 4010|To lay the sword away, 4010|And keep the goodly prize; 4010|Your right to that to bide, 4010|But I am come to save; 4010|And for to comfort me, 4010|I kiss his happy face. 4010|'Twas thus the queen began, 4010|And her sweet voice broke forth, 4010|And I had kissed it then, 4010|If he had bidden me so: 4010|But there came one upon the way, 4010|Who said, "I must go home, 4010|For her sake I am come, 4010|Let me kiss off the dew; 4010|I pray you on your shield, 4010|And the banner be placed me." 4010|"Your banner," said the queen, 4010|"It is an olden shield:- 4010|I know your love in Spain; 4010|And it shall stand with you there, 4010|My loyal banner here:- 4010|But you must bring a letter,-- 4010|I have the letter; take it." 4010|The herald's seal he took, 4010|And then the shield he placed, 4010|And turned, and mounted on his steed 4010|To call the English lord. 4010|"I give you, queen," he said, 4010|And he mounted on his steed, 4010|"My word, I go no more 4010|To France to-night, 4010|For there the land hath need." 4010|He brought the letter. It was writ, 4010|"Sir, from my cousin, John, 4010|My loyal uncle, who 4010|Is coming to meet me here 4010|To-night with his good sword." 4010|The Norman's mother read; 4010|And he was glad and glad, 4010|As, with his mother, he 4010|Knew well; 4010|And now for the battle-field, 4010|And now he rode abroad, 4010|His heart at last: 4010|He knew too well, the sword 4010|Which, but for heaven, my lord 4010|I might have given. 4010|And when at home he came, 4010|His life and health he told, 4010|And his cousin, his good son, 4010|Had fled to his castle. 4010|But the gallant young William 4010|Slew Cromwell; then rode forth 4010|To do his cousin, right true 4010|And loyal, service true, ======================================== SAMPLE 30950 ======================================== 24605|A tale of Love, not in the book; 24605|When, at _Tumpeum_, a sweet young girl 24605|Was brought the _Gilt_ title. 24605|'Twas now the time for me to tell, 24605|But I was silent quite, 'tis so good of her, 24605|And of the _Athlet_, I'll just say this, 24605|The _Rab[o]se_ now has lost the plot, 24605|And now the _Athlet_ must not go. 24605|That day was such a day of bliss 24605|That I'll never forget it, 24605|For it was on the Sabbath Sabbath Sabbath. 24605|The lady sat her down at break- of- Day, 24605|And while she sat and was busy was a swain, 24605|She took that _Gilt_, and for _Gilt's sake_ went and lent it 24605|To a man, that did a good day's work; 24605|It lay like this for many a year, 24605|And _Gilt's_ deeds of love are now 24605|In the record of his _Gilt's_ fame, 24605|And that old woman is _Gilt_ still. 24605|A _Gilt_ deed is never done, 24605|The owner takes the gilt; 24605|It is a great good deed 24605|To keep in memory, 24605|And to put in deeds to be done 24605|Before God's love is done. 24605|Now while she was at work in the _Gilt's_ stead, 24605|And the lady on her errands went, 24605|The _Sanshiner_ a lad in his youth, 24605|He did not learn the words of law. 24605|One thing he learned, but what a strange thing 24605|To think, that such a boy should think; 24605|That one thing which, in truth, he never could 24605|Ever speak out, nor write down, 24605|But that his heart was very kind and soft, 24605|And loved his master so, 24605|That he made him a _Gilt_ to be, 24605|And that he did and done a _Gilt_ deed 24605|For _Gilt_ sake alone. 24605|He did that deed with little skill, 24605|As little skill and hardihood; 24605|It seemed to him but little worth, 24605|And his little master was angry and vexed, 24605|Convulsed with passion, unrest, and rage; 24605|But he would not think of it again 24605|For _Gilt's sake_, as he left the place. 24605|For what will not the _Sanshiner's_ son, 24605|With his sweet gentle lady? 24605|And will not he, with his own free will, 24605|Leave her side for the good of the poor? 24605|No such word in all the world could he 24605|Or this unhappy young _Gilt_ do! 24605|He went from _Tumpeum Town_, to the _Gilt's_ town, 24605|And there he found it was a poor and hard world, 24605|Without a hope, yet without a joy; 24605|But, looking round, he found one thing bright and good, 24605|And that was his _Gilt_ deed itself! 24605|He found a _Gilt_ house there, just yonder yonder 24605|And there he built it full of love and joy; 24605|And just as he was about to lay it low, 24605|The old _Sanshiner's_ voice did answer his call, 24605|And this was his _Gilt_ voice's message straightway:-- 24605|"Son, we are _Gilt_. We'll have no more quarrels, 24605|And so we'll live like brothers, and never again 24605|Will we find strife, but will still live in peace, 24605|And be content with what our lot set us; 24605|And if you'll have us, we'll see you again, 24605|And when I die, we'll both be _Gilt_, won't we?" 24605|He said, "I will go to meet him, ======================================== SAMPLE 30960 ======================================== 1304|A little child may love, 1304|That knows no better: 1304|So little love, so grand to woo, 1304|So like, so true, so sweet, so sweet, 1304|It seems, to me, 1304|The love of God the child shall be. 1304|To one whose head, 'tis true, is bowed 1304|By care's unjust dominion, 1304|How little time have patience to 1304|Mourn the wrong that man hath done! 1304|Yet there is evil in the heart 1304|We cannot well discern, 1304|Though many things we view with pain, 1304|And many sins betray. 1304|How then can man so soon undo 1304|The great design of grace, 1304|To rise on air, or earth, or light, 1304|Above the sordid sense? 1304|And will not sin, in hearts that love 1304|The hope of heavenly things, 1304|And will not God's elect abide, 1304|Though placed above their nature? 1304|And, were it not treason, I 1304|Might one day gaze upon my love 1304|And not commit adultery? 1304|As all God's spirits are set high 1304|Who love His image best; 1304|Therefore to thee I should seem most blest 1304|Who best could love and most relate, 1304|And tell the last and saddest tale. 1304|But since I know thy love divine, 1304|And find it true and wise, 1304|Let then who wills, and knows not how, 1304|Let him be first in secret love's plot. 1304|As in the first creation, Eve, 1304|Man's image and complement, 1304|Found wanting, in his love she won 1304|The man she loved before herself: 1304|So this new world shall first begin, 1304|Where all our love's inspired souls 1304|From first effect shall turn, and grow 1304|With Godhead to the life of man: 1304|As trees first found and manifest 1304|Found branches, grace and power in them, 1304|We shall grow, in this new world, 1304|Eyes first to take God's works on; 1304|Ears first to crystallize sounds, 1304|And ears to bear God's voice in: 1304|But hearts first shall love to sound 1304|In heaven, and souls first to bear 1304|Sounds of our heavenly Father's love. 1304|Then from such cross of love as this 1304|Let us, as on the tree we pluck 1304|Some fruit of Paradise, be blest 1304|With the sweet fruit of Heaven's pure love. 1304|Hence let us love, and love to love, 1304|And life's new tree of holiness; 1304|So life shall build the new earth 1304|Of love and love's immortal birth. 1304|FAREWELL, _Isaac J. Coglash, July 29, 1878._ 1304|FAREWELL, _Isaac J. Coglash, June 30, 1887._ 1304|FAREWELL, _Isaac J. Coglash, September 2, 1864._ 1304|'FAREWELL, a poet of great merit._ 1304|FAITH, _A. F. Culbertson._ 1304|FAITH, _B. F. Culbertson._ 1304|FAITH, _A. F. Culbertson._ 1304|FAITH, _B. F. Culbertson, August 21, 1849._ 1304|FAITH, _B. F. Culbertson._ 13045|The following notices of the poems in this volume are to be found in the end of 13045|_Ode upon sea_ 13045|_On the life of William Lawes, late D. D., of Leicestershire_ 13045|_An account of his life._ 13045|'The flower of fair Durham. The life,' etc. 13045|'On hearing of a friend of mine, now dying.' 13045|'My little brown poet; the cause, if known.' 13045|'And the poor little brown poet in Durham.' 13045|'I shall be buried in the grave, 13045 ======================================== SAMPLE 30970 ======================================== 1365|On the face of the waters lie the corpses! 1365|The dead in white, and the living in white, 1365|And the two together,--so fair a sight! 1365|And the father of both is lying on the shore, 1365|With his dying hand the trigger of a musket, 1365|And the mother, that is holding the other one, 1365|Lies as dead, save that a live one murmurs low, 1365|"O son, look to thy God!" that is all she says. 1365|But the father of both in his hand of gold, 1365|Stands the mother, who is leaning against the bark, 1365|And, looking in her sleep, at the stranger's face 1365|Gives the light glance that he thinks his own. 1365|Then the father of both speaks aloud: 1365|"Thou art the son of a perfidious woman! 1365|And all this while I slept, thou didst watch beside me, 1365|Thy eye watched with my wife. Thou hast not forgotten it, 1365|But the woman is going, without thy knowing it; 1365|For thy child is born into a world without thee!" 1365|The father speaks in his dream to his wife, 1365|"When from heaven thou comest to thy husband's halls, 1365|Look on my eyes, that I may see thy child indeed! 1365|What ails thee now, my wife, that thou art no more 1365|Like to an old and ugly woman?" 1365|And the wife replies, in her sleep, "O father, 1365|Not like a woman that is old and wrinkled, 1365|Who is sick, in the bed-chamber of her son!" 1365|And the father makes answer in his dreams, 1365|"But if thou wert a witch, thy child thou wouldst teach me; 1365|But if thou art the mother of a boy, 1365|Thou wouldst teach me to see thy child indeed!" 1365|The mother listens in her slumbers, 1365|But the father has risen in his dreams, 1365|And the mother calls him unto her arms, 1365|And embraces him, and he hears no more. 1365|In the morning, when he reached his father's gate, 1365|He woke in the dark, with the morning on his ear, 1365|With his wife, and the children in her arms, 1365|And he answered,--"Father, I have forgotten 1365|What I spoke against; I was a witch who cursed thee. 1365|But now, by God's life, I remember it not!" 1365|He spoke, and the father came from his couch, 1365|Showing him the gold, and all the windows open, 1365|Seeing his daughter at play there in the yard. 1365|Then he spake,--"Now, all hail, good father, thou 1365|Hast left us well enough; the old days are away! 1365|But this child's mother I have seen, all as fair 1365|As a maiden who hath vowed to be a nun." 1365|And the father answered,--"Thy daughter was not fair! 1365|But thou didst see the children of the woman 1365|Who was cursed with the curse, who is dead and gone." 1365|Then he stretched forth his hand, and the child therefrom 1365|Reached to him, and said, "O father, all is o'er, 1365|For I saw a glimpse of a woman, and I knew her. 1365|The night was young, the sunlight overspread the sea, 1365|And the women in the land of Italy, 1365|Who live far off to the westward, are a band 1365|Of witches, that are flying from the witches here. 1365|But look not to me, nor look to me, O friend, 1365|For all their malice and their witchcraft I 1365|Know nothing, but I know thou art an angel 1365|And dost seek to save others from the curse." 1365|Thereupon the father of the children, 1365|Greatly amazed, began to weep and pray. 1365|"Alas for Rome! what mischief have I wrought 1365|With thee, the mother of great Caesar and his line! 1365|Have I ======================================== SAMPLE 30980 ======================================== 8791|In that part which lie between Romagna and Siena. In the 8791|division "B" are the cells where the poor are quartered; that 8791|commenceth from above. Before our Jovial host thus 8791|penned round him (all who were to taste of mortal flesh 8791|others), and of that fair nourishing Hellespont; thence 8791|in two ways the four extremities of the compass take 8791|them. One is to Focara, in the southerne zone, on 8791|the Latmian equator; thither on a galley there 8791|is drawn by angels coming from th' other way; and 8791|therefrom the sons of lusty man are purgeth, and 8791|the nimble heaven is halacheth; the other way 8791|through which men are by Admetus and Parnassus 8791|flowed never so cours ly as through that way 8791|through which they now bown to Rhene's fruitful stream. 8791|"Perchance for other good," said he, "it may be that 8791|through his succour they through him may win." And I to him: 8791|"Ricord, your own son is in that place, who told 8791|us that he would go with us." He replied: "That he 8791|would do so was of his own self, and not to him neque 8791|himself." And I: "If he were, as thou sayest, indeed 1004|that he would go, he yet belonged not to us." He straight 1004|answered: "Nay, rather like him were his thoughts, and so 1004|would rather see thee, clothe thee, and feed thee and guide 1004|him, than gainst thee wealth and favor." And now there 1004|sprang to us two other spirits, florid and rejoicing. 1004|Of gladness the one, as he proceeded, was singing 1004|such ardor, that all Vertumnus was in his bosom 1004|that he had not kept he my Liege's plate and chain, 1004|wherein were symbols numerous and ungainly, written 1004|which of the four is nearest unto the essence of 1004|false faith, and which of the two is nearest unto 1004|lacking virtue. And he began: "The one nearest to my 1004|seeming is that of Periphas, who said to me, before 1004|I went into exile, that if I were as happy as 1004|thou art, then would my Belisarius be exceeding 1004|fortunate. And the other, saying that he is not the 1004|son of traitor or slave, but is of good family, 1004|is of the Periphasian clan. Therefore it is not 1004|Periphiris, but but but the father of the friends." 1004|Ah, then I called to mind on earth Periphiris, and how 1004|he fought in the council of France against the lawful 1004|king, and how the people of good-natured France did 1004|vigour, addressing him thus: "Periphiris, son of 1004|Zethes, prithee tell us who thou art. Tell me of the world 1004|that is so full of trouble." He then made ready to answer 1004|me, but in his weakness found it not possible. 1004|Paradhosinas were leading them with that of Carpus, 1004|Fesicius of Fesica, Damasus of Salamis, and 1004|Periander of Larissa, with Maurentian thyrsos, and the skin 1004|only, without the resplendent plate. And as lions, that 1004|observing where their sleeping beasts are sleeping, 1004|make speedy bawling through the wood, and are gone 1004|through all the valley without any hindrance; so he departed 1004|without a bark, and without a guide, and I alone remained 1004|behind." When he had, towards the end, arrived near the bank 1004|whereon we were, his neck he nerved once again to look 1004|at, and in ======================================== SAMPLE 30990 ======================================== 11101|Bewitches us, that he 11101|Is good to him or me. 11101|"For all that ye desire 11101|For all that ye can, 11101|Come up to me, my love, 11101|Or be away." 11101|And the little child she came 11101|Out of the fairy wood, 11101|And saw the fairy feet 11101|On the water's edge. 11101|And the little child she went 11101|Out through the portal here; 11101|And the witch she smiled and hailed 11101|Mary the fair-haired child. 11101|And the little child she pressed 11101|Softly his face to hers; 11101|And when now upon his cheeks 11101|Bright tears were starting well, 11101|She whispered him, "Come out!" 11101|And away she vanished thence: 11101|And he followed after her. 11101|But the little child he saw 11101|All in a strange dismay 11101|That he scarce could understand, 11101|Followed where she had gone, 11101|And saw a forest black. 11101|And there upon a tree 11101|Where he could not look, 11101|He heard a maid begin 11101|Her woeful strain: 11101|"My mother dear, I pray 11101|That ye wend with me!" 11101|But her mother said, "Nay; 11101|He shall not harm thee now, 11101|For he was born so ill: 11101|He shall not hurt thee now, 11101|For he was born so ill." 11101|And the little child he saw 11101|Go to that end in shame, 11101|And the nurse he saw there, 11101|With a pang, bewail't her boy! 11101|"For that thou shalt be blest, 11101|Take but this boy away!" 11101|But the mother said, "Nay, 11101|For the babe is well!" 11101|And the nurse he saw there, 11101|With a pang, bewail't her boy! 11101|And the little child he saw 11101|Gather up those tears, 11101|But she took him safe away, 11101|To his mother's breast. 11101|But the mummers all drew nigh, 11101|With their bows and quivers, 11101|And they never a word spake, 11101|For they knew that they were murderers. 11101|Thus was the little knight blest 11101|With the help of mermaids; 11101|For their service was not in vain,-- 11101|The little knight was blest. 11101|And now the little maidens 11101|Went to fetch the little knight, 11101|And they brought him in triumph, 11101|With a red field before him. 11101|He was a brave and dauntless knight, 11101|He was borne by mermaids, 11101|They did pull his red shoon 11101|O'er the fields of Doves and Doves. 11101|And he was bound within a wimple, 11101|With a band of fairies gowned; 11101|And each fairy gave a girdle 11101|Of yellow flowers to hang him; 11101|For the flowers of love did bloom 11101|In that land of Doves and Doves. 11101|Then out spoke the little maidens 11101|To the fair young knight: 11101|"If you come to wed with us, 11101|Our little lord shall stay with us 11101|Till he's big and up the tower, 11101|Or small and down beneath us. 11101|And we'll be at his side, 11101|And we'll tend him all day long, 11101|And we'll be at his side. 11101|"And we'll feed him with crumbs 11101|Of the crumbs of the little bread, 11101|And we'll wash his feet, 11101|And we'll wound his hands, 11101|And we'll brace his body so 11101|That he may work and sing, 11101|And perhaps play at hide and seek, 11101|And perhaps play at fold and hunt, 11101|And perhaps play at boat and scour, ======================================== SAMPLE 31000 ======================================== 15370|And he thought it a new-fangled notion, 15370|And he laughed it at me, and he swore, 15370|And I told him I'd keep him company, 15370|And so he did: for I am kind and gentle. 15370|And I told him I'd have him help me to put out 15370|The light, and he helped me to sweep and mend, 15370|But to come and go with me is his delight, 15370|And in coming and going with me is his pride; 15370|And his eyes are bright, and the laugh is in his throat-- 15370|And he laughs in triumph, for I know what he's about. 15370|And the sun is warm, and the clouds are parted, 15370|And the snow's in the drifting dust, and the sky is clear, 15370|And the wind sings as it flies, and the bird calls, 15370|And the rain rains down, and I feel the dear dear days. 15370|And he says: "I'll tell no lies, but the truth is true-- 15370|I have loved thee long, and I will ever love thee," 15370|And I think he wants me to tell him, do you, 15370|How I have loved him, and how I love him now. 15370|To keep love at large is an art divine. 15370|When your love is young it can be very gay. 15370|And this is how it is: when I am gone 15370|The old man shall remember it with pride. 15370|The old man loves his old, the old man loves his young; 15370|Now, as you see, I can never be old! 15370|He says: I loved a maiden of the valley, and I care not if 15370|Her name was Mary, when she was a maiden of the valley. 15370|And I've known her, and I'm glad she has come to me! 15370|And the old man does not care, and she is my dear, my sweet, my 15370|And she smiles in the old man's face, from the old man's side. 15370|He is very old, and his heart is like a bell. 15370|And he thinks of his beloved always in the morning and when he 15370|Has a baby on his knee--my dear--my dear! 15370|When your love is as my babe, and the baby's name is Mary, 15370|It's not only that he loves his old, but he loves his young! 15370|When your love is old and you can no more give it, 15370|He gives it to me, in his arms,--my dear! 15370|And it takes and takes from his arms in the morning, 15370|And his bosom is white and his eye is bright 15370|With the tears of the old man with his baby on his knee, 15370|That he loves my love, and wants no other, no, no, no! 15370|He is young and too wise yet to be afraid, 15370|And he will say but the words that his heart is telling. 15370|We are friends since the world began, 15370|But we're as strangers now. 15370|He had a love for a lady young and fair, 15370|(It might not be true they say), 15370|She knew him, and he loved her, and wept. 15370|(She was the maid with the baby on her breast), 15370|When I'm old and gray, and thou's age complete, 15370|How thou'll laugh at me, a simple layman, 15370|And thank the God who put us in touch, 15370|To work on the Sabbath day, when the morn 15370|Smiled in its freedom over the meadows! 15370|(Oh, I'm not an angel at your feet!) 15370|He has made me a lover of his heart, 15370|And I've known him so many years, 15370|That I've got a little love for him, 15370|And some knowledge of his head. 15370|A thousand years ago before he died 15370|He knew this lady, and he said,-- 15370|(We are all made alike by nature,)-- 15370|"I'll come again, and give another woo, 15370|And win a maid of honour's hand." 15370|Ah, now he's ======================================== SAMPLE 31010 ======================================== 12241|You've heard the bugle call! 12241|Yes, all the fowl that climb 12241|The trees in the autumn 12241|Are sure of a messenger, 12241|If he but stoops below. 12241|When the last leaf drops 12241|And the last bird goes, 12241|My heart is at strife 12241|With grief for your sake. 12241|Is it in the wind 12241|For your sake that I weep, 12241|When all day long 12241|The world has been hate? 12241|And yet, in the strife 12241|'Tis but the wind that comes 12241|And blows my passion away. 12241|I will not say: "Gone with you, Love;" 12241|Instead, "Gone with you for aye; 12241|Stay with me and be loved." 12241|It is enough. The word 12241|Is silent, and the deed 12241|Affords no sound. 12241|I think I love you; 12241|So let your words fall, 12241|Like the fire, upon the meadow grass. 12241|But if my words fail me, 12241|God will call them, 12241|And you shall hear the sound of my feet 12241|Singing through the dew of time. 12241|I would know your passion, 12241|Though I know it not; 12241|I would know you, even, 12241|Eyes or mouth, 12241|Mouth or eyes, 12241|Lips or mouth, 12241|God make them both! 12241|Then, go, bright and true! 12241|Knowledge is hard to earn; 12241|What should we know of it, 12241|Out of what but you? 12241|But the more of it we know, 12241|More we grow in one. 12241|Then, go, bright and true! 12241|Knowledge is hard to earn; 12241|When we know, we live indeed! 12241|I'll not say, "Gone with you, Love;" 12241|Instead, "Gone with you for aye! 12241|Stay with me and be loved." 12241|I will not know your passion, 12241|Though I know it not; 12241|I will know you, even, 12241|Eyes or mouth, 12241|Mouth or eyes, 12241|Lips or mouth, 12241|God make them both! 12241|I'll not ask what you are, 12241|I'll ask only this: 12241|In what place 12241|Men make mistakes, 12241|And leave out something, 12241|Only to have it 12241|Back in the gap again. 12241|"You can tell when people are come" -- 12241|So goes the old so often trod -- 12241|"If there is a certain change in the air" 12241|"You will note, on a certain day, is spent -- 12241|Not spent on a certain preacher's track, --" 12241|So says old so often trod. 12241|Bless you, bless you, baby face, 12241|Because you've come from me; 12241|Merry you, baby face, 12241|Because you've been my treasure. 12241|Bless you, baby hand, because 12241|It touched so many nerves; 12241|Merry you, little head, 12241|Because your eyes were blue. 12241|You are very, very old, 12241|Very wise you must be; 12241|Very, very old, very wise, 12241|Very, very, very young. 12241|What I am, I was once; 12241|What I am, I was: 12241|Nothing else is: 12241|So, if you don't believe it, 12241|Just go and ask a bird. 12241|I have seen many beauties rise 12241|Out of the shame and gloom 12241|That were latent darkness, -- 12241|I've noted many follies too, 12241|And called 'em bad news. 12241|I have seen, I have heard the cry 12241|Strum the old cry, "It is day." 12241|"Well, then, what ======================================== SAMPLE 31020 ======================================== 1280|To be, the world's best work to do! 1280|Yea, as I walk, and on my way, 1280|O Love, thy soul's still in the air, 1280|But thy feet stay not behind, 1280|Till I have taken thy word 1280|To the world that the hour is ripe 1280|When, with thee, my heart is young, 1280|And my love is as young! 1280|And if my love be weak as yours, 1280|And if sooth thou trust myself to me, 1280|I need not ask thee, Love, to lend 1280|My strength in thine, that thou wilt be 1280|Like me a boy and not a girl! 1280|In the Spring thy cheek is as true 1280|As the true heart in me, 1280|And the rose and the pink and the plum, 1280|And the wild bee will flock around thee 1280|If thou be not afraid, 1280|And thy sweet eye will be tender 1280|If thou wait not to win my love, 1280|O Love, thy soul will be pure, 1280|If thou never lie there! 1280|There grew a peach tree on the hillside 1280|Underneath the garden wall-- 1280|A grand old peach tree 1280|With a green and delicate apple tree 1280|And a peach and an orange tree 1280|And a cherry tree-- 1280|And a sweet sweet apple tree above 1280|And a cherry tree above and a yellow apple tree 1280|And a white peach tree, and two pink tree 1280|With a yellow apple tree. 1280|And they grew fast. 1280|But the peach tree failed and fell. 1280|The apple branch was missing 1280|And the orange branch had grown 1280|In the heart of the peach tree 1280|Underneath the garden wall. 1280|And now comes the peach and the orange tree. 1280|The peach is lost. 1280|The yellow branch has grown to a little stump. 1280|And the orange branch has grown into another glorious 1280|With a lovely little apple tree 1280|And a lovely little orange tree 1280|And a little pink apple tree, 1280|In the heart of the garden. 1280|"There grew a peach tree in the apple tree. 1280|It is very good." 1280|"But the peach tree fell and broke and now 1280|The little boy has grown a boy. 1280|"There was a little boy who lived in this house 1280|Before that the garden wall was up. 1280|He used to go to school when it wasn't dark 1280|And he left his supper on the kitchen bench 1280|And his clothes and his books went rumbling back 1280|Through the crack in the wall. 1280|He left his watch and some brown paper with a lock 1280|To come rumbling down the garden wall, and 1280|Out of the dark of the blue day 1280|To his mother came with a rush of tears. 1280|"There came a little brown boy from the other side 1280|And said that the little boy had a watch. 1280|"O then the little brown boy who lived in this house 1280|Went back to his supper in the dark of the day 1280|And his school-days and his summer-times-- 1280|His studies. 1280|"The apple tree is broken, 1280|The orange branch is broken and torn. 1280|Who is the little boy who went rumbling home? 1280|And who is the watch whose hours were counted? 1280|And who is the little, little, little, little, gray 1280|Boy with the black eye?" 1280|This is the line of story 1280|That we turn to in our life, 1280|And as we make and follow out this pattern 1280|The beauty of the world seems more of wonder 1280|And more of something that is not our own. 1280|And when we come to terms with the mystery 1280|Of our own lives and the mystery of the world 1280|You have a poem for poetry. 1280|YOU want to write a book with the name of "The House 1280|of Leaves" and another book of "Fires of Paris ======================================== SAMPLE 31030 ======================================== 1040|Till it was as if his heart could hear 1040|The sound of many feet on marble floors, 1040|And in the sunlight as I thought of this 1040|I seemed to see his own light-coloured room 1040|Around him burning like a living fire. 1040|His heart, his face, had changed into a shell -- 1040|A hollow shell which closed itself about 1040|His thoughts, and locked them in a prison hold; 1040|A hollow shell which now was half a brain 1040|And seemed, when there was nothing to be done, 1040|Like some old man's living body of stone. 1040|And even like an old man, still he smiled, 1040|And still his face was still and sweet to me: 1040|And then he turned his face away from me 1040|And sat down by my side again. 1040|It was a very little room, 1040|And very little did it hold; 1040|For all about the place 1040|Were rooms after other rooms, 1040|And every room had other rooms, 1040|And all the rooms were not-to-be-misses. 1040|But in the room that I went through, 1040|I never will forget how 1040|The old man, sitting close beside me, 1040|Was holding a candle, which was white, 1040|And lit a very pale-faced woman. 1040|And the old man held it between his hands 1040|With one, two, three, and she nothing to say, 1040|As if to say, "Keep silence now," 1040|And not to let them know that they were there. 1040|And he was only thinking of some lines 1040|He had made in the flame of the candle, 1040|About the old man who had died long ago, 1040|And the white woman that he thought of now. 1040|And I was not much in love with that old man, 1040|For if he had not burned the candle, 1040|And wished that I were as pure and white 1040|As the old man, I never would have loved him. 1040|But here he was all looking at the flame, 1040|And that a woman's body was nothing to him, 1040|Even though white and still. I never saw him smile 1040|Since I went to the Old Man's house, but then 1040|I never could have thought he could be cold, 1040|If I had not seen to-night how pale she came 1040|And how her hands and legs were suddenly thin 1040|And her eyes were tired and gone. And then 1040|She said, "I was a white person growing up," 1040|Took the candle from my hand, and said nothing. 1040|And then she looked like the old man I knew, 1040|And I was glad that it was not his eyes 1040|But hers that made her so -- for, if he had, 1040|Why should I not have said to him, "It is her fault?" 1040|And not to put her in the prison for life? 1040|It was not so sweet to be in love 1040|With the old man I knew, and the old man sitting there 1040|All pale in the shadow of the tree. 1040|And I thought, if this man would turn to me, 1040|Some day, when we lived near, that his eyes 1040|Were wet with a good of love's tears, and say 1040|"This is not to be the last of my love: 1040|It is but a little room wherein I held 1040|A beautiful dream. I saw you there and went. 1040|And did I not all the good I could do 1040|As long as you would know, and as long as I 1040|Could give you such a goodly name that I 1040|May see the last of the name I would not give 1040|For this of mine. This is the name that I 1040|May tell as well, and say my name's good, 1040|And say my own good name. I love you, but now 1040|I am good! I loved you so and died to know 1040|That I loved you and still love you. There is none 1040|Will say of all ======================================== SAMPLE 31040 ======================================== 20956|But the world o'erlooks no such-ryin' as we are. 20956|Ours is a world of things that are great and new, 20956|Of things that seem not very odd and but so, 20956|But so and nothingness of all their own,-- 20956|A world of little words that are ever trill, 20956|Till we are tired with their brayin'; but to him 20956|That's no care of ours, I say, 20956|Unless it's the care that some take of their tongues, 20956|And when he's tired of them. 20956|When we're tired of our mirth, 20956|And our hearts with the talk of things that were, 20956|And the things that may be, 20956|Shall we turn from the joy that's in the things, 20956|And the things that have ceased to be? 20956|What we should be is--not what's; 20956|The soul needs the body too. 20956|There is no soul if its spirit die 20956|And not all that's sweet 20956|Be found within the flesh and blood, 20956|The flesh and all; 20956|The flesh and blood and all are one: 20956|No death can take us hence. 20956|But there is a soul as we say; 20956|The flesh and blood was not the frame 20956|Of God, to whom we now aspire, 20956|When we were children: 20956|Childhood still is youth, and life 20956|Is youth's dream of life: 20956|And if we now will anything 20956|Of the soul, then shall we be children 20956|When old men. 20956|If a man has a soul and has a soul; 20956|He needs no flesh and blood: 20956|His spirit is too near to the earth's 20956|As the leaf is to the water. 20956|But, if he is a weak man, a thief, 20956|Cruelty-like and cold, 20956|The flesh-and-blood will not save him, 20956|But make him to bear more. 20956|Then be the man who dandles a toy 20956|Happier without a toy, 20956|Who is content to take what he'll get, 20956|Because that he has a home! 20956|For my heart is always a-drifting; 20956|But the winds will ever be blowing 20956|All around me. 20956|When I'm old and hoar, 20956|I shall be old and cold, 20956|To the home of the sweetest sight, 20956|The sweetest sound, 20956|Of all that's best. 20956|My heart is always a-going 20956|To the nest where the blackest birds, 20956|Are the blackest-- 20956|And the sweetest-- 20956|To the land of the blest ones, 20956|With the gladest call-- 20956|The mirth-ful song. 20956|My home is at home, all around me! 20956|My home with the roses a-crowding, 20956|Where the sweetest things grow,-- 20956|Where no snows can touch! 20956|Where the softest blossoms blow, 20956|And the softest airs are blowing, 20956|And the sweetest winds are blowing, 20956|In the lands of love. 20956|And there are some will wander and roam 20956|With their thoughts of a foreign home-- 20956|A home that is different every day, 20956|Where the wind comes and the birds go by, 20956|Telling me a different tale, 20956|Telling me a tale of woe 20956|As the world drifts away. 20956|And if on some bright summer day, 20956|The wind and the waves come home, 20956|And I see them walking, greeting me, 20956|Then I am older, but in truth 20956|My heart is not all new to me 20956|As the wind tells the sea. 20956|I'll let the wind blow softly and softly-- 20956|For it knows so many things. 20956|Winds shall not change the sun to grey, 20956|The sun will ======================================== SAMPLE 31050 ======================================== 4010|Were thine: but, so to give them good to know, 4010|I'll send 'em here to know at home; or, sure, 4010|To hear your knighthood's name in more than 't. 4010|And, if that name should strike your een so keen, 4010|My servant will not scorn the service of speed, 4010|But tell the King the reason why 4010|The name so early was omitted. 4010|You know how seldom, since the Saxon fell, 4010|A country can provide its Steward with one, 4010|And 't is by such as have the name of knight 4010|We seek to set our English knight. 4010|The King is so attached so close to each, 4010|It is no doubt but our good dames have grown 4010|So friendly, that the country has been proud 4010|To give them so united a council. 4010|The cause of reason which you to me impart 4010|Is but that you find the steward uninsurable. 4010|I own no man in all the country wears 4010|Lack of good patronage; a noble Peer 4010|May, if he will, get by some penance-costs. 4010|The King, being fonder of such duties done, 4010|For this demand is for an early grave, 4010|On which his grandsire oft had heard to breathe. 4010|This is the cause of this, we all suppose, 4010|We might a little better be and speak: 4010|But I no less suspect your Queen is right: 4010|We may not speak of burial till the time, 4010|And in what penance her Grace has passed her days, 4010|May be bestow'd. What though she be not yet dead, 4010|'Tis ours to whisper, and at once decide. 4010|How many nights, Mary, thus I've delay'd 4010|Till this great delay of life, with all its downs, 4010|Has brought me to the quiet of your breast, 4010|Where I should be ashamed to fall and yield 4010|Him who has done you wrong, and, oft, his wrongs! 4010|But, in my duty, as I claim it now, 4010|I'll do my best for Mary--so it must. 4010|If, after diligent prayer, her Grace choose 4010|And give her to a Christian husband now, 4010|She'll find an angel in my absence now, 4010|Who would be present at her dying day; 4010|And, if the work were to her just and sweet, 4010|I shall not want the time I had to live, 4010|Before my Mary's death. 4010|Let Heaven defend 4010|Thee, sweet Queen, and help prepare the way 4010|For so indelible a thing to do; 4010|Though, to my bitter sorrow, thou canst not 4010|Forget it. 4010|Though not more sweet than when my very soul 4010|Rests on thy presence, thou art dead to me. 4010|Let me remember, when I go to dust, 4010|That I am dead to thee, thy image and thee; 4010|Then let me to thy memory turn my thoughts, 4010|And tell of all my wrongs, and bid them flee 4010|In this one deed--thy memory, dear queen, 4010|I thank thee for it. 4010|"And now, my sister, let us all go out 4010|To a quiet hearth, where I may sleep, 4010|Till, grown in age, our father shall be seen, 4010|To take us in a little while away. 4010|This night, 't will be, then, be my last night here. 4010|"Oh, wend gently, Mary, to the end, 4010|And, sister dear, my vows I may not speak 4010|Without the sweet concurrence of thee, 4010|And wilt thou be my love, sweet love! 4010|The King has sent me here, and I must bear, 4010|If thus 'tis placed before me, all my woes, 4010|With many a sad look, and mournfully 4010|My sister I must meet. 4010|And how shall ======================================== SAMPLE 31060 ======================================== 17393|But since the time your poem is over, I'll do it again 17393|For I've said before that I'm a long-winded wretch: 17393|But since this poem is over, I will turn a new leaf. 17393|I heard a bell of the Roman Church's -- 17393|A noise I knew not of -- from the convent-yard. 17393|It sang as if in hope. It sang in fear. 17393|And the long cloister gleamed with wreathing gold, 17393|And the nuns were all heartily as happy as a bird. 17393|The cloisters were filled with the people of God, 17393|The women with all things in the world, in and out. 17393|And the friars and the monks and the brothers and the sisters. 17393|Their garments were golden, and their habitudes 17393|Made of glass and gold the marble gardens. 17393|(And the nun, the little Sister of Lore, 17393|Sighed, "Let her begone!" and died happy as a goose, 17393|For "Won't she go away?" 'But she shall stay!"' 17393|Rome knew the words of the bell to a depth of truth. 17393|It sang with joy--it sang with gladness like a bird, 17393|But as to the nun it was all of despair. 17393|"'T were better to leave her, my darling, my only one! 17393|I'll come again to thee: 'tis the clock tolls nine: 17393|It is nine and twenty, and I've waited so long: 17393|O mother! mother! why wilt thou deny 17393|To lay thy fingers on thy darling of yore?" 17393|And she wept in her despair, and the sisters wept also 17393|--She is gone, gone forever, they said to their sorrow. 17393|"And why should not Rome bequeath 17393|A nun's estate to thee?" 'My mother, my mother dear, 17393|Has been faithful to her darling since she was born. 17393|"The grace," said the brothers and the sisters. 17393|(I've prayed to my angel and my angel to be with her, 17393|And, if I were only a bird, I'd fly with her to heaven, 17393|For my angel had been faithful to my mother ever, 17393|And I'm faithful to my angel, both night and day.) 17393|"This way, this way: it may be she is waiting for thee." 17393|With the nuns the people came to the bridge's end, 17393|With the brothers and the sisters, the old and young, 17393|With the poor and needy, and the widows and the orphans too, 17393|And the sick and the aged, and the houseless and the blind. 17393|They sought out the nun by the bell's melodious sound, 17393|And asked her to alight with them. "Nay, she would fain go," 17393|The sisters all said; and they left her alight at her will-- 17393|And her brothers they sought at for two hours that night. 17393|But she had her arms for a portal in Rome! -- 17393|They bade alight together beside her, and they went 17393|In by a gateway that was fair and strong and fair to see, 17393|Until they got to her nunnery, whence they never turned. 17393|'Twas more--what else could they do but alight and alight, 17393|The same light in the sky above them, as it is 17393|When the moon hangs near its sultry height on the evening's verge, 17393|And the heavens look like they've all drunk of the brook-water at one-- 17393|And there the fair sisters had lunch that day with Marie Curie, 17393|And the other curées, and some pretty nuns with whom they dine, 17393|Who had known the soul from the body, and was pretty at that: 17393|(Marie Curie, my wife when she married, one of them, to me.) 17393|The boys, my boys, I must now tell you the story, you 17393|Who never visited that nunnery or a neighbouring one, 17393|To the end: that the good people of that convent were all 17393|In the ======================================== SAMPLE 31070 ======================================== 13650|And the mother-whistle blew, 13650|Till the horse turned round and started to drink. 13650|In the lane the dogs were barking wildly! 13650|To the house the child ran; 13650|In walked the doctor, holding by the hound, 13650|And he shook his head and he looked askance: 13650|"I must see the child first," he said, 13650|But he took his little head on his shoulder, 13650|And he patted the boy on the cheek, 13650|And he talked a little of politics; 13650|And he told the doctor a wonderful tale, 13650|Of a child with the name of Sandy Locket, 13650|Who was dancing in his stocking at night, 13650|And falling asleep to a bad dream. 13650|And the doctor looked at Sandy Locket; 13650|He shook his head, and he looked askance: 13650|But he took his little head on his shoulder, 13650|And he said the kind doctor never stirs. 13650|In came the doctor and was trembling, 13650|And his face with fright was black; 13650|And he whispered to the mother-whistle, 13650|"I pray you, let me see this child!" 13650|And the mother-whistle said, "Nay, no!" 13650|And she dabbed his eyes and his mouth with dish-cloths. 13650|And he looked at the doctor and smiled; 13650|He hadn't a dream of his own; 13650|And the doctor looked at the mother-whistle, 13650|Then at his own eyes and said, "What matter!" 13650|And they left him with the doctor and mother, 13650|And each ran down to the other's house, 13650|And each brought the poor boy in. 13650|Said the blacksmith: "Here is forged iron! 13650|And here is her bald head shone!" 13650|Said the mother: "Bald is her bald head! 13650|Shod her hair she has there nor there!" 13650|Said the priest: "Here is bared skin! here is her skin! 13650|And its smoothness is as gold!" 13650|So it's all so simple, simple, right? 13650|Only those who _must_ know it. 13650|Mamma says: "Do you never see 13650|That the stars can only work 13650|If we make a clockwise turn?" 13650|Does She always walk in the dark? 13650|Does She always keep her bed 13650|All day? Does She always sing? 13650|Does She always keep her pew? 13650|Does She ever break sleep? 13650|Does She always hide in the dark? 13650|Does She ever ask you "Do you see?" 13650|Does She always keep her bed 13650|All day? 13650|Riding up a Hill 13650|The moon was out when we 13650|Rode in the car. "Good-evenin' wind!" 13650|Ringu, the driver, 13650|Lisped "Good-evenin'," 13650|And spoke her praise; 13650|But Mamma said: "Nay, Father Luger! 13650|'Tis not as you wish; 13650|Nay, Father Luger, we hear it said, 13650|'You will never row, 13650|Though the world is calling round, 13650|You will never row!" 13650|So I wish you, Mamma-- 13650|You'll row if you wish; 13650|But God made you and Mother Eve, 13650|And you've got you, instead; 13650|And there you'll ride all the day, 13650|And light every star!" 13650|No, I will not. 13650|Mamma has said; 13650|But she's a smart old thing, 13650|And once she said I should have 13650|Only a doll to hold; 13650|You've got her now. 13650|Come, Father Luger, do you mind, 13650|You should have heard 13650|The one you did not save, 13650|And what will you now? 13650|He's in the grave." 13650|What is the bird that sings? ======================================== SAMPLE 31080 ======================================== 8197|In the heart of the day, 8197|When the shadows, long, sad, and still, 8197|Conduct us to our rest, 8197|And the night is in her darkening tomb, 8197|I think of a place that is not at all. 8197|For I had not in my heart any heart, and so, 8197|In my heart there is no one to hold it or give it a rest, 8197|And what lies out there? 8197|What was it held you once when you were mad and alone 8197|And all the world was night?-- 8197|What was it held you once that you should break it again, 8197|When you have ceased to care? 8197|It is past, and the hour is come, which it was not time 8197|For song. 8197|It is over, and all my songs, all my sorrowful dreamings, 8197|Pass like images of light, 8197|Pass and seem to fade, 8197|Pass and seem to cease, 8197|In their places a barren mountain where the sun is white on 8197|It is past, and I sleep, but my heart shall never sleep. 8197|I shall lie awake and wonder at the stars, and feel the sea 8197|moving over me; 8197|I shall feel the wind sweep 8197|Over me as it does the grass. 8197|I shall see the sun's face, 8197|And the sea's face as it looks at me. 8197|Then will the white moon look, 8197|And the green sun at me with his heart of fire 8197|Lying in wait, while the sea-breeze goes moaning round and 8197|round. 8197|It is over, the end of the world, and my very thoughts pass away: 8197|I am old. My hair is white, 8197|And my eyes are hollow, 8197|Because I see that my work has not been for nothing. 8197|It is over, and the night is in her darkening tomb. 8197|Oh let me in, let me in. 8197|The walls are thick with dust, 8197|And the walls are green with rust, 8197|The dust of bodies I must put away, 8197|And the rust of souls I may leave in vain. 8197|It is very dark, 8197|And the moon hangs over half the world 8197|Like an empty crown. 8197|What is the meaning of this? 8197|I have forgotten the purpose of all things. 8197|My days are empty, my nights are dreary, 8197|I am tired, I am worn, 8197|And I long for some one that is sad, 8197|For some one that is angry, 8197|For some one who is sad. 8197|I long for someone who is kind; 8197|And I dream that I can come and take 8197|You in my arms and make you mine. 8197|It is very dark, 8197|And the moon is heavy and hangs over half the world. 8197|Is it not strange to dream of something in the dark? Who are you 8197|These are my dreams. 8197|I dream my dreams, 8197|In the spring and in the fall, 8197|In the dawn and in the dusk, 8197|In the night without a name, 8197|In the empty space, 8197|And I have forgotten 8197|The meaning of all things: 8197|And these dreams come to me. 8197|They are nothing, 8197|Too strange for belief. 8197|They are the dreams of spring. 8197|And the dreamer knows 8197|That all in vain he longs and yearns. 8197|It is very dark, 8197|The moon hangs over half the world. 8197|It is over, my friends. Let us go into the mountains. 8197|The air is heavy with the soft red haze of morning, 8197|The clouds lie white on the silver peaks of the valleys. 8197|The earth is soft with the mellow scent of the pine trees, 8197|A river runs through the valleys, deep and silver-voiced, 8197|It lies in the heart of the city, through which I pass-- 8197|A ======================================== SAMPLE 31090 ======================================== 11101|Of the poor man's soul. 11101|"But not, alas! this way canst thou go, 11101|If thy heart, when thou departest, doth still 11101|Repentance love. 11101|"Thou leave'st, and to good deeds of virtue use 11101|Thy thoughts. No tears of sorrow canst thou dry. 11101|"In a green meadow spring, where the cowslips are 11101|Shading their heads, thy sisters and thy brothers 11101|Dance in the milk-white lillypops. 11101|"For they dance to keep up the song of each,-- 11101|And they hold their hands in flutterings of flower 11101|Over the cowslips nodding in the milk,-- 11101|Till the white foam rolls on high. 11101|"When thou think'st to hide there, and shalt not take 11101|Thy way, but goest back when thine heart grieves, 11101|And the cowslips wither on the grassy mead: 11101|"For the song of each doth well renounce the tune, 11101|And he dances to his grief that can not live 11101|By dainty words and gentle tones. 11101|"Thou goest back, and in a time to come 11101|Go'st wandering ever after with the cows, 11101|And leave'st thy sisters lone. 11101|"I am sad, and I will dwell not thus, 11101|But build a garden far and fair, 11101|And set the lilies on the banks with tend'rest care, 11101|And I will have good fortune with my hand 11101|To keep the garden well." 11101|The gardener, not too happy to make flower 11101|Of the garden-land, set up a wall, 11101|In midst of the river-shore, 11101|By the bank where the river with fount is roll'd, 11101|Over which the cowslips did not stray; 11101|And the garden-wall in the middle stood, 11101|And over it the cowslips did not grow, 11101|So long the gardener plucked them both, 11101|And ever at eve he would not sleep, 11101|But had to go back and forth betimes. 11101|And when of an evening the roof did fill 11101|With a softness to all things, 11101|He would think, "Alas, what devils keep 11101|The house! and, Alas! what wretches sleep!" 11101|At last, the wall was made, 11101|And he built a garden fair 11101|In the heart of all the town. 11101|But the trees had not that sight, 11101|And the flowers had not that smell, 11101|And the hearts of women,--a sad sight,-- 11101|Were not ready for that gift of God. 11101|For the gardener, when he built his wall, 11101|Gave those who grew beside it food, 11101|And those who grew without him cared; 11101|And the children of whoever died, 11101|Gave that garden to those who died. 11101|And so those two gospels stand, 11101|One in heaven, the other on earth, 11101|And if you read the one over the other, 11101|There's help for every doubt you've raised. 11101|No! there is one thing in all the creeds, 11101|That will not be divided, 11101|The Saviour Jesus with the Grand Lama, 11101|Is the Christian's only hope. 11101|We can trust in our Lady's blood, 11101|And know that her holy hand 11101|Has washed away, 11101|All stain and filth from the pure heart of Mary, 11101|The infant of the Lord. 11101|I know her eyes are full of tears, 11101|And that, with many a prayer, 11101|The Holy Church is praying for her child, 11101|As they pray for the soul of a saint. 11101|I know the gentle voice she heaves, 11101|And that her bosom heaves softer: 11101|If Jesus would have her child, 11101|Then would she guard and cherish him. 11101| ======================================== SAMPLE 31100 ======================================== 42076|He looked like some old, gray sea-pulse 42076|Which, with calm heart, and placid face. 42076|"Hail, friends! I now awake, as the stars strike out the dawn 42076|On the mountain summit! I see it rise from the sea! 42076|I see that its course is bound, by a quiet but steady flow, 42076|To the bright kingdom of heaven, where its mighty mass 42076|Ages long ago was scattered! 42076|The same, by the stars, was heard by the prophet of Baal! 42076|From the sea, the sea, and the mountain, 42076|Its tide was heard by the prophet of Baal. 42076|Now the silent earth lies still 42076|And its sleep is over, and I hear 42076|The voice of the sea-bird calling, calling still, till the sky 42076|Shines with a radiance as of day! 42076|A light is on the valley; 42076|A clear light, as from a fountain 42076|The sun shines down on the valley! 42076|The light with its brilliance 42076|Calls up my soul to the spirit-land 42076|Which lies afar and loves me! 42076|Through God, if I may call 42076|Thy grace, O Father! 42076|Now is the hour of prayer! 42076|On the mountain's crown 42076|Thou givest a shining rest, 42076|And givest my life the peace of God. 42076|The time is passing fast! I wait, 42076|But still in a weary way! 42076|From the sea's edge, from the sea-side, 42076|The glad sea-birds rejoice 42076|To their nest, the sun-rays bringing! 42076|Yet, O earth, give not up 42076|Its last best son to death! 42076|Though we lie here dejected 42076|And wail in vain and pain, 42076|With my mother-heart and father, 42076|Where wilt thou find a place 42076|With all that shall abide? 42076|The heart of my mother-- 42076|To be with God in Paradise. 42076|I am ready! I am ready now 42076|To sink into the life she gave 42076|For whom my heart yearned and my life 42076|Wailed in vain! I do not grieve that 42076|She lived without change of joy or pain,-- 42076|Though I, too, have lived without happiness,-- 42076|I cannot see it in my eyes! 42076|The love of my mother 42076|Has led me astray, and I need 42076|Away from her sight, to rise again 42076|Into the light I thought so fair! 42076|I can see no further than I came! 42076|No closer than my heart to close 42076|My eyes must I go, for now 42076|I see, in a wondrous wise, 42076|That I lived a life which, in death, 42076|My mother gave to her son! 42076|Yea, the old story that it is said 42076|That the angel who holds John's hand 42076|And looks with light upon that child 42076|Is the same one who saw me first 42076|Before I was of man's birth! 42076|"And why did you come? and why go you! 42076|Why do you stand in the wood and weep?" 42076|"I heard my mother call you, dear, 42076|And knew that you must come, and soon!" 42076|"Come here--come to me! Come to me, dear!" 42076|"Come, dear, I cannot stay; my father 42076|Is far--far off--" 42076|"Come to me! Come to me! Oh! stay with me!" 42076|"But my mother gave me all that's yours, 42076|And she told me to look for her; 42076|I have heard her calling hours and hours; 42076|No matter where it was--I can hear 42076|The sound of her calling--'Come to me!' 42076|"Oh, no! I cannot leave; you must remain 42076|For I cannot see, and I must stay, child. 42076|I would not wish ======================================== SAMPLE 31110 ======================================== 24869|In a sweet mist was borne, like one 24869|Of those who seek the holy spot. 24869|To him, as of old we knew, 24869|The sun with ardour rose and set: 24869|And each of the seven streams which run 24869|In the earth and waters round, 24869|Rejoiced in love to heaven, that lay 24869|Freshening in bliss the earth below. 24869|Borne aloft on golden cars 24869|In chariots of glittering hue, 24869|As Indra’s glittering gold they shone, 24869|And like the sun they lit the air. 24869|On every side bright fire-flags, bright 24869|As the lightning of the stormy sky, 24869|Gleamed through the dark, in heaven displayed, 24869|Or falling from a blazing cloud. 24869|The glorious car swept on the road, 24869|And the chariots of light were there, 24869|And to the lord who led them all 24869|They turned their eyes, each eager-eyed: 24869|“O, let the gods in bliss bestow 24869|Their choicest blessings, meet and rare. 24869|Let Ráma on the field again 24869|The spoils of foes in battle bear.” 24869|Thus by the high-souled Sangha prayed, 24869|And reverent all his devotees, 24869|By virtue of that holy law 24869|That wills to nature highest sway. 24869|Soon as that high priest had finished 24869|His worship with the heavenly pair, 24869|The two bright angels, winged with fire, 24869|Made ready for the glorious fray, 24869|Each, like a meteor glowing with gold, 24869|Sparkled in Heaven to bright conquest, 24869|With Ráma as their banner gay 24869|Piled high with gems that glittering shone. 24869|The monarch of the sky on high 24869|Bore on his ample shoulder gazed, 24869|With joy his joy was bright and frank 24869|Amid the worship and the song, 24869|And Ráma in his mighty hand 24869|Stood forth triumphant, as he spake 24869|To Lakshmaṇ in his noble cheer: 24869|“O, valiant sons of high renown, 24869|My wish is as thy hope, dear friend, 24869|To see thee to the woods, and gain 24869|Of honour for thy faithful friend 24869|The heavenly chariot and its crew, 24869|And thus through all the life to come 24869|I see thy valiant hand still spring 24869|To aid me in my duty, good 24869|And loyal in thy service here. 24869|I shall be great again, by day 24869|And in the storm with thee, in fight 24869|When, as I hope, the glorious day 24869|I meet on dappled car, and I 24869|Will see thee on victorious meeds, 24869|And Ráma with his brother pay 24869|Due reverence as my second son. 24869|And well befit thou thy place, to guide 24869|The chariot’s rapid wheels with hand 24869|That gives a better impulse to 24869|The wheels than words, as, by thy skill, 24869|Thou couldst, at ease, the chariots guide. 24869|This day I turn the saddles so; make meet 24869|Their sound and order as I meet 24869|The chieftains who around thy seat 24869|With me their sire, anointed with thy blood. 24869|If thou to this long journey hast been led 24869|By me, and well with me am pleased apart, 24869|Now take thou thine own farewell of me, 24869|And on with good men, faithful as a friend. 24869|A little space in forest shade 24869|The days of vigils remain; 24869|But when the mighty saints in heaven 24869|Slay, chastised, the night have spent, 24869|That is our parting for the day. 24869|My eyes shall search thy presence now, 24869|Then turn on Ráma to me again. 24869|Thy hand is on the horse, thy face 24869| ======================================== SAMPLE 31120 ======================================== 13649|Who's a "mighty old chap," 13649|And who's a "firm believer," 13649|And who's "satisfied with God!" 13649|Who never thinks 13649|On the "worst of things." 13649|Who gets no "fatigue." 13649|Who never thinks 13649|That "it's nothing to be sorry." 13649|Who thinks of nothing 13649|In his sleep. 13649|Who's a "fond old friend," 13649|Who's in "great affection's debt," 13649|And who's "much delighted soothed to death." 13649|Who lives in his house, 13649|With no "troubles behind." 13649|Who has so brave 13649|That he dares enter "the Great One." 13649|Whose eyes are black 13649|When "he's thinking of the dead." 13649|Who's a "nasty little bore," 13649|And who "cares so little for himself, 13649|But if he meets a woman brave, 13649|He's a "very strange one." 13649|Who never does "the very least thing." 13649|Who knows nothing but "the books." 13649|Who's a "little too smart." 13649|Who gets no "good exercise." 13649|Who'll "get himself caught in a trap." 13649|Who won't "let his friends chase toys." 13649|Who makes no promises understand. 13649|Who "tastes no great cake." 13649|Who doesn't give a damn 13649|What the day may bring. 13649|Who's a "brilliant fellow," 13649|Who's a "brilliant, braggart fellow." 13649|Who can turn down a "sister." 13649|Who "wins the lottery." 13649|Who's a "fancy young fellow." 13649|Who's a "taste of honor passover." 13649|Who thinks all the world of him. 13649|Who sees things with a "deep blue." 13649|Who's "quite as good in a pint." 13649|Who's an ass to deal with. 13649|Who "had a bad pig." 13649|Who never has done any work. 13649|Who thinks he is invincible. 13649|Who's "still in his prime." 13649|Who's a "well bred hound." 13649|Who sits by the sea-beach 13649|While "he don't have his dinner." 13649|Who reads "Gulls in trouble." 13649|Who "gets a touch of sorrow." 13649|Who's a "wretched old hag." 13649|Who hears the "beat" of boats. 13649|Who "takes great pleasure" in "making faces." 13649|Who drives away by the light of the moon. 13649|Who makes all his "dearr" up of "tear-jerker jokes." 13649|Who is "a bit too old" to make love to anyone. 13649|Who "gets his share of sorrow." 13649|Who is "puzzled with the same." 13649|Who cannot "get enough of a certain person." 13649|Who's "baffled with a certain number." 13649|Who "loves to "take and keep." 13649|Who "dances all night with the dark." 13649|Who "can't understand." 13649|Who "gives the noise a name." 13649|Who "seems to think the sky means the rain." 13649|Who "couldn't quite make out what a 'bob' was." 13649|Who "has a very painful phobia." 13649|Who "gets sore shy when he hears the sound of the rain." 13649|Who is "very much afraid of water." 13649|Who "hasn't an idea of flowers." 13649|Who "gets a bit worried when he gets stuck on the road." 13649|Who "is afraid the rain may fall" in the morning." 13649|Who is "very sorry about his shoes." 13649|Who doesn't care where he goes. 13649|Who doesn't seem to understand." 13649|Who "willn't leave off buying new clothes." 13649|Who has no one to tell him to go." 13649| ======================================== SAMPLE 31130 ======================================== 1287|I' the first of all. 1287|Now for one moment, and I'll be gone again, 1287|And give to you one good-sized kiss, 1287|But I'll not think of thee, nor speak beside myself, 1287|That time is all I care to spend. 1287|In thy face, my dearest, I have clasped 1287|Thee with such sweet fidelity, 1287|I've lived and died both joy and horror on thine eyes, 1287|And I would die again for thee! 1287|But I am no master. My passion's free, 1287|To-day, as is the wind. 1287|To-morrow I'll have my will, and I'll let thee know it, 1287|How long 'tis going to last,-- 1287|The day is brief, O soul! The wind is strong,-- 1287|Tho' I am free 1287|That day, as thou art free from toil and sorrow, 1287|I'd rather fight for thee. 1287|My dearest, how dear thou art to me, 1287|To the length of a cord! 1287|For the sweet fruit which, in the wood, 1287|For thee, my dearest, I have brought, 1287|Is an apple, blue and lustrous, 1287|Whose fragrance melts my heart. 1287|Thou art worthy of the love I bear thee, 1287|That can, for me alone, 1287|By the sweetest tie I sever from thee 1287|To be truly felt for ever! 1287|THERE'S no good with only one side worked, 1287|No good with only one. 1287|There's no sweet with only one side worked, 1287|No sweet with only one. 1287|The bitter side is not more bitter, 1287|Though he are blest. 1287|There's no true joy with only one side 1287|No true joy with only one. 1287|There's no fair, which one half is fair, 1287|No true joy with only one. 1287|There's no goodness, one great evil, 1287|No good with only one. 1287|There's no friendship, which is only goodness, 1287|No true joy with only one. 1287|There's no beauty for a day, 1287|No true joy with only one. 1287|LIVE and let the future bring thee, oh 1287|Gentle soul, the love of me, 1287|For it is I, it is thou who dwellest here, 1287|With the one side worked, and free, 1287|And can never work the other, ere we part, 1287|By my dear and sweet life's pledge 1287|Oh, no one should a secret sever 1287|For one good deed I can do! 1287|THE tree of my life is growing old; 1287|Yet still I cannot shake my hand, 1287|From the day when we first met hand in hand. 1287|Ah, life is sad! Life's sorrows are long, 1287|And my heart, too, is growing old! 1287|It is growing old in this world and in heaven, 1287|But it never grows old in mine. 1287|I'VE heard there are lovers, like a tree, 1287|That stand at the tops of the hills, 1287|And their loves they chuse they freely give, 1287|But what can they give to each other? 1287|They can choose which of their love-deeds 1287|That choice to fulfil. 1287|A very little, my friend, a very sweet boy 1287|We called him--I had not seen him, my companion; 1287|There was much on my mind, and I wished it would never 1287|Reach me again. 1287|That little boy was handsome, with silver hair 1287|He was, as you know, full of promise, 1287|As sweet as a fawn in spring, and as brave as a lion, 1287|In battle. 1287|On such a bright and happy evening as this, 1287|I thought, if I went home that very very moment, 1287|To the green-girdled grove, which was my one friend, 1287|"There is not ======================================== SAMPLE 31140 ======================================== 7409|All the earth's wealth, and all its riches too, 7409|With what vain sumptuousness he boasts, 7409|Why so incessant is his strife 7409|For the few toys of an idle time? 7409|With what aim then, dear friends, must you strive 7409|With that vain game of high desire? 7409|What are ye all to man? To gain 7409|Some idle hour of short delight, 7409|To smoke and eat, and be at home again! 7409|Can such delights in truth be bought? 7409|Can we so buoyed be at rest? 7409|Here's the car, our Lord, to ride in, 7409|Here's the whip, the saddle, and the man, 7409|Here's a bottle, and a paper roll, 7409|This is Christ's poor petition, 7409|That our sins all may be forgiven, 7409|That we may be reconciled 7409|'Tis our Lord, and this His holy rod, 7409|While on earth, 7409|Heaven to please, and earth to please again. 7409|If the serpent tempt mortal man 7409|And his foul breath can move the mind, 7409|Why should not man make the same? 7409|While sin hath won his double guinea, 7409|This he sought, who has not sought his own? 7409|If then the soul be not begot 7409|Of the body made, but breath, and will, 7409|And God the spirit, as He wills, 7409|Why do I see not man begot 7409|Of the body made, but breath, and will? 7409|If the body of man made the soul 7409|And there inhaled the soul's repose, 7409|Why should not man make the same? 7409|As long as man is breath, and will, 7409|Since God is breath, and man breath, and will, 7409|Since man can sin, and God can sinner, 7409|And I do hate the sins that make me, 7409|Since I see not man's breath, and will, 7409|No, no, these are not the mass 7409|Of my soul's repose, breath, and will, 7409|Though all may be 7409|Of my soul's, to give me the soul's repose; 7409|But all sins that the world makes good, 7409|And souls as innocent as mine, 7409|The blessed crowd, my spirit's rest, 7409|I would not have, if they found 7409|In the body of man breath, and will, 7409|The soul's repose breath, and body's will. 7409|Oh, the soul's repose! dear, precious gift, 7409|A sunbeam to my sleep and tears! 7409|Yet this my soul's repose is not: 7409|It is the peace of God's good air, 7409|Which holds the spirit to a sphere 7409|Too small for all its joys and splendor. 7409|The sun, and the bright empyrean 7409|By which we live and move, 7409|These are not the seat 7409|Of my rich, immaterial wants 7409|Upon this rosy world's green bosom laid. 7409|My soul's peace, by deep inquiry, shows 7409|How small a share 7409|Of mortal life the universe 7409|Can furnish up; 7409|And, how, in proportion so, 7409|Its small share decreed, 7409|Which, in its smaller graces, shines 7409|A light more radiant and more dear to me. 7409|No matter then, dear Spirit! if 7409|In this our small estate we have 7409|More pleasure than we know, more ease 7409|Than perfect rest, be ours it be, 7409|Or be less glorious, less exempt 7409|From pain and suffering, more endeared 7409|To God than those we love, whom He 7409|Exalted to so much happiness 7409|And final triumph, in a world so raised 7409|Through piety and holy pride of faith. 7409|The time may come when this true earth 7409|Like heaven's archangels shall be dim; 7409|And I shall ======================================== SAMPLE 31150 ======================================== 10602|Thei make of them the pryde and plesour of men! 10602|And eke thy daughter, whome I do vengaunce, 10602|Shalt thou bere a great part from thy Ioye. 10602|A man of worschipe, a man of worschip, 10602|Yf ye love heuenly, whyl she be not inne, 10602|Or myn hevyn, or myn shet, or porynne, 10602|Or your mysse be in wodes, or your manace, 10602|Or your word come to nought, be thou of chere, 10602|But let her fledde, or let her run on hewle. 10602|And thus they rue the ruyne of her londe, 10602|If she come fynde, and he be loth to liven. 10602|Thou shalt be wed at suche tyme as I schewe, 10602|And thou my sister amys, to vengaunce me; 10602|And I do thee, mistress, thy sister me spede, 10602|And eke her yong and yallow brother me sende. 10602|A sori and a man of wit and such lesse, 10602|As ye know, we make of the worlde a glasse, 10602|Of nesbeeres to walkes in a worlde welle; 10602|The worlde is a greate lytell tre with wyfe, 10602|And this worlde is a worldes comynge to strie; 10602|And as we be men, so shall we dyce fyve, 10602|Or to the londe of suche a man do we sue. 10602|"And, Sone, if ever," saith she againe, 10602|"Thy will vertu fulfill, for I have blede, 10602|And my lasse herte is to thy fulle yong sonne, 10602|To the fulro of that I now make doo myn. 10602|Thy lady is so worth that she may doo wrye, 10602|And that her sorwe her grace may us kepe. 10602|"But wistestow, I wolde that thou were fayne 10602|Of her, thy ladye, and her benygne, 10602|And alle the lusty maners were alyve 10602|And all the lyves and frendes of her ordynaunce, 10602|And that she hadde ben wife unto thy man, 10602|I wolde never have her been, it were a sin." 10602|"If I were of thys house," said she, "thy semblaunce 10602|Ye sholde soothe, and of myn aperytayne; 10602|Of myn honour and benygnyte 10602|In her goodly wombe, als welthe I gesse, 10602|I wot not if I have the vngullest pese, 10602|That ever I did see a man in goste. 10602|"But now my longe syluer, Sone, tell me aright, 10602|Which be the best, of alle the nakid swyne, 10602|Or me blynde ever that I can seche? 10602|Or dost see me, that I be not a shyne?" 10602|"I wolde fred ye of the worlde your list, 10602|Of the worlde as ye speake, for I am here 10602|My name is Eleyne, but moste I am Lorne, 10602|So wel my honoure I may se you tell." 10602|"That it may doo," she said, "that ys tellen," 10602|"What, though I ben yonge and be so fayne? 10602|And is your nakid, that ye ben so wane, 10602|For that ye shalpe than me an hede?" 10602|"My love," said he, "lere I may se you ly, 10602|And ye be to longe in this vyce free, 10602|So that I me may wryte you to your wyle; 10602|And I wil take my leve in that we ======================================== SAMPLE 31160 ======================================== 41945|That you'll give your life to me, 41945|With a little bit of you, 41945|That I may live to give you thanks! 41945|You must have loved me, my heart, 41945|When I gave you my love, 41945|And you must have loved me, my soul, 41945|Now you give me your life! 41945|My heart broke and I could not live, 41945|For the fear of the wind, 41945|The terror of the sea, 41945|Till you gave the life they bore me. 41945|When the snow on your shoulders lies, 41945|And you are shivering and drenched, 41945|To wrap your arms about my neck 41945|And lean to my side to-night!... 41945|The winter wind is harsh, 41945|The storm is swift and white; 41945|The storm, and the snow, whirl through 41945|The wind-washed roofs of the town. 41945|There is no living thing in sight, 41945|The trees are buried alive; 41945|The frost covers the trees at night; 41945|The leaves are whirled,--they are whirled 41945|And whirled and whirled, whirled and whirled, 41945|And whirled and whirled, whirled and whirled. 41945|I know I should've done the same thing, 41945|Nor the wind less, nor the snow less, 41945|Should've blown my arms about your waist, 41945|And kissed you warm and sweet... 41945|I know I should've caught the flash 41945|By the eyes and the white hair, 41945|Nor the wind less, nor the snow less-- 41945|But I couldn't keep my eyes-- 41945|So, in a trice, the leaves whirl through... 41945|The snow-storm is whirl, 41945|The storm comes down the wind, 41945|The wind is sweeping through the sky, 41945|And the storm-washed windows shatter, 41945|And the broken streets reel, 41945|And all the world of snow is gone, 41945|But, ah, not my heart! 41945|The sun may show the snow-time's brown, 41945|But, ah, not my heart! 41945|I will give you one thing more, 41945|That all my dreams will soon restore... 41945|Of love and trust, you shall have this. 41945|We will meet again, and all alone, 41945|We have forgotten why we ceased to be 41945|In this strange waste that we have known so well,-- 41945|The cold, the lost desire, and the strange pain.... 41945|And now I dream I am back in Spain, 41945|And there I sit beside my dead boy. 41945|He smiles at me, he asks if I am well, 41945|And says he does not care about my eyes. 41945|He asks if I am well, and then his eyes 41945|Grow wide with wonder, and no one can hear. 41945|But I who love him dearly, can not bear 41945|To see him look so helpless, so alone; 41945|I am too well content to bear such shame, 41945|And I am glad, and happy that his eyes 41945|Have opened to the truth of things that may be. 41945|We were like birds flying out, as though to-night, 41945|The sun so suddenly has rekindled the sky, 41945|And the wind's voice is as low as any bird's. 41945|My heart is full of joy and hope and peace. 41945|His eyes are bright with love, and I rejoice now. 41945|He is not blind to what the winter brings, 41945|And I--I only see him as he flies; 41945|And so I make the most of the glad night, 41945|Lest every joy should fail him when we meet. 41945|I love, and his heart is mine, and we must go! 41945|I shall stand watching his face, and laugh at tears 41945|That fall on my eyelids so long ago. 41945|I loved so very long, that I am glad 41945|My boy must end his life such years ago. 41945|He was so fair, so fair! . . ======================================== SAMPLE 31170 ======================================== 12242|Is that where he, the poet, lies? 12242|The wind that has not kissed the sea 12242|Yet shall kiss mine this morn, 12242|For this is Liberty, I know, 12242|That leaves no tyrant's throne, 12242|No tyrant's burthen to bear, 12242|And all men living things 12242|That in her presence smile. 12242|Who knows but when the mighty sun 12242|Is born in mid-day light, 12242|He may discover that he too 12242|Is but an infant star! 12242|She who is all, by might of heaven, 12242|Has grown as soft and low 12242|As any flower that drops a seed 12242|Out of the noonday's sky. 12242|She who is all, by love of her, 12242|Has left her mildest sphere 12242|For that great awe that waits on souls 12242|When all is hers alone. 12242|She who is all, by hope of this, 12242|Has not a fixed abode, 12242|But somewhere, some day, may find herself 12242|Some angel's door to see. 12242|She once was what all men must be, -- 12242|A woman kneeling by the way; 12242|Now she has become a god divine, 12242|A member of a house of worship, -- 12242|The goddess of surpassing grace. 12242|Heed, reader, and say what God will 12242|Of all her store, -- the sum of all! 12242|For nothing shall eclipse her praise, -- 12242|This sum of subtleties and means! 12242|The summer is come, you know, 12242|The summer is here, I think; 12242|How bright the leaves are flying, 12242|How fair the flowers, one by one! 12242|I never saw so many blue 12242|Or gold and cream or turf, in fact: 12242|The world is hers to treat with grace 12242|And, God be thanked, she's had a tryst 12242|Since noon began to drip, anyway. 12242|Come, list, ladies, a prayer for me, 12242|Not for the purple of the king, 12242|But for the lilies of the field 12242|In your soft, goblets, which are wine. 12242|For flowers we neither will see 12242|Nor see them, -- all the June in June. 12242|For such is nature, and that's that. 12242|She takes her time; I'm as wise 12242|As she is tender, and that's true; 12242|The world is hers to treat with grace 12242|And, God be thanked she's had a tryst 12242|Since noon began to drip, anyway. 12242|I do not like the world, and I do not hate it -- 12242|But yet, O God! in spite of its many follies, 12242|One thing is constant, -- my friend, my dear Algernon. 12242|The world is mine, as all men may romp, 12242|For, God! when I am warm and fed, 12242|And feel, as in a nest, that sweet rapture, 12242|I can't help wishing, every hour, 12242|That I were aloft and safe with him. 12242|O algernon, dear Algernon, 12242|The world is all gone out to-night, 12242|So walk ye in the blaze of starlight 12242|For friends' and lovers' sake alone. 12242|The sun is in the sky; 12242|The night is out of mind; 12242|It is my turn to pine, 12242|The world is all to me. 12242|It is my turn to pine, 12242|The world is all to me; 12242|I cannot say, "I will not pine," 12242|Or soothe my heart, or weep; 12242|But I can say, "I will contemplate," 12242|And "Under the willows" will be her pillow. 12242|There is naught below the stars 12242|But what the night entails. 12242|In starry splendor she 12242|Lies down to slumber; 12242|Eve her world ======================================== SAMPLE 31180 ======================================== 3160|A long-sought port the soul-enraptured nymphs besets, 3160|And spreads her silver sails in soft embrace 3160|Around his arms, as on the wave he rose. 3160|Then, bending 'midst his train in friendly play, 3160|She bears him to the drear recess of care; 3160|There, on the ground beneath the billow's swell, 3160|In scenes of shade the heroes rest their limbs. 3160|The heroes, at that sign, their arms unstrung 3160|In my embrace, and from their eyes withdrew. 3160|When thus Telemachus and Pallas move 3160|Telemachus, and Pallas, as a bride; 3160|And when, as on a goddess' tomb they walk 3160|Along the path in state to Jove's command. 3160|Nor less when to the sacred fane they rise: 3160|There from each side the pomp and power descend. 3160|But when, approach'd their destined point of day, 3160|Sidonian Agamemnon's chariots came; 3160|The priestly mules he led, and all the train 3160|Of sacred mules, for gifts of golden oxen. 3160|A throng of steeds to speed Ulysses' car: 3160|The youthful nymphs with anxious step precede; 3160|Pallas, white with grief, the youthful nymphs follows. 3160|O'er the gray mules a water-sprite is hurl'd; 3160|The chariot's yoke ascends with heavy bound; 3160|Horse-drawn Ulysses on the pavement stands, 3160|His long-prepared bow hangs idly o'er his knee: 3160|Pallas, in the chariot stands and smites, 3160|And the young nymphs with anxious step precede; 3160|Pallas doth drag the yoke, and the nymphs behind: 3160|Ulysses, as the yoke he lifts, suspends, 3160|And strikes, with fingers joint'd with iron, first 3160|The steel-clad horses; the well-set brake he plies, 3160|And leaps the foaming foaming bridle round: 3160|"To heaven he goes! and heaven he doth ascend:" 3160|So sung the mules, and they themselves obey. 3160|Ulysses with the archer's shaft hath slain 3160|Two nymphs, the brightest ever on the earth. 3160|Stern Dolius he hath wounded in the eye: 3160|Her round full in the hand he brands the ball, 3160|And throws, with angry hand, a furious dart. 3160|Her tender limbs the cruel weapon tore. 3160|Then thus to Polynices: "My son! thy aim 3160|(For so thou sayst) hath found the eye of Jove; 3160|The shaft which cleaves the sky was given to thee 3160|(Thy own and thine), to thee it shall be given, 3160|By great Minerva, by the arm of Jove. 3160|The bow was given by thine injured hand to thee." 3160|"O daughter! (Telemachus replied) forbear; 3160|E'en this (in his loud voice) my bow disdains; 3160|For heaven and heaven commands that I defy; 3160|To combat Jove's avenging bow I dare it not!" 3160|Then Polynices: "Well, and wherefore defy? 3160|A noble pow'r are thou, and Jove the Godhead's heir. 3160|A mighty pow'r in all this host of foes; 3160|Who, not infrequent, would raise up thy name, 3160|And raise a god in thy imperial race, 3160|By the sole conquest of a youthful sword 3160|Of mortal worth. The warrior, too, is great, 3160|And, while he strives, himself is conquered too; 3160|E'en mighty though he strive, is conquered still. 3160|Unmoved at present, if heaven should command, 3160|If Jove be kind, we may in future days 3160|The proudest conquerors, conquer all the brave. 3160|But thou, O king! forbear the dangerous ======================================== SAMPLE 31190 ======================================== 1030|For we're no good, as people sae sae. 1030|"He was of the luggis and the pottes, 1030|Fetter and fere for twenty-five or better; 1030|And he would go to the town of his choice 1030|A-coping with the pottes and the fetter. 1030|"He had been to the town, and the pottes 1030|For forty year, to get a new-born boy; 1030|He would take his hat, as it were an oath, 1030|As he went to the town with the great-coat on, 1030|And make all his friends by the coat at once. 1030|"But, of a truth, with his wife and the child, 1030|To make them a-wooing and a-waning. 1030|And with his coat he would stand on end, 1030|And make himself the most awful of men, 1030|Who on our business he would sit, and look 1030|With a look of reproach on our company. 1030|"He would never with us, and never spake, 1030|Like a friend, but like a foe that would fight. 1030|And the great-coat that he had so many lost, 1030|To go with the great-coat he never brought. 1030|"The business of the city he had thought out 1030|As far as that could be and would now. 1030|And if he thought as he did not a-talk, 1030|He would not give an excuse to go out. 1030|"There was nothing of him that I could see 1030|But that he was like a boy that did see 1030|What he did not know, and his eyes did light 1030|On every thing, to the end that the man 1030|Seemed quite sincere in the man that he saw; 1030|"He did not speak till he saw no more; 1030|He was not born a man, he was not bred; 1030|At least he could not guess what he missed. 1030|And there were very few that would have thought 1030|As he had thought as we did think. 1030|"But all the while of his being so thinned 1030|That he looked but the worse for the wear: 1030|And, for a moment, men were much afraid 1030|When they had him so lean, and so lean he. 1030|"Then, with a little bit of a laugh, 1030|He said, at his own heart's work: 1030|'I've a little thing to show for yesterday 1030|Which I had been about to do.' 1030|"And all of us that liked him would say 1030|'Great Gods!' to have seen him no more, 1030|But with our heart-strings we should greet his last 1030|For the same good-fellow he was." 1030|So we are all of us to-day 1030|Glad to go out with him, no doubt, 1030|For he never looked so sorry as now. 1030|And we who had loved him by the head, 1030|And never a better time that could be, 1030|We were glad the God was away. 1030|"We will go with him," said Jack: "we will go with him, 1030|We will sing his praises from the castle gate, 1030|We will join the singing of his name, 1030|And wash the body which he layed." 1030|"But we will not go with him, I fear," 1030|Was the young man's sharp reply, 1030|"If we go by his fame, 1030|Then we are more than undone; 1030|For the fame of the King which he brought us 1030|Was so mighty, that on this, as on all, 1030|We are all to blame or to blame at best. 1030|"The honour of our King, the royal way 1030|Which he brought us, if we cannot wash away, 1030|With tears of our own shall wash away. 1030|Then will I go into the town, 1030|Whither he may lead us, and pray them all to pray 1030|For us if they can, in our sorrow. 1030|"So, we will go ======================================== SAMPLE 31200 ======================================== 21003|Of all our love and life; and every thing 21003|Is just the same--except in our affairs. 21003|The same, in sooth, beneath our very names, 21003|With all our strife and dalliance, as our blood. 21003|The same by friends and foes,--the same in love; 21003|The same in crime;--in joy, and sorrow; in care, 21003|In loss, in gain;--in all life's endless strife; 21003|In labour,--in health, in leisure;--in gain, 21003|When friends are gone, the same within each heart; 21003|And we are very like to the next nearest; 21003|The same, in fortune, in good and ill fortune; 21003|In health and wealth; and every year we gain 21003|In joy or grief, a something finer, deeper; 21003|A certain knowledge of all good and bad. 21003|Ah! not in deeds, but in the pleasant thoughts 21003|That rise on earth and fill our souls with joy; 21003|A certain knowledge of all things that are, 21003|And the fair order that is in our kind. 21003|The same, in home, and work, and travel, all, 21003|In leisure and in pleasure that we share; 21003|The same in love and duty,--a fixed mind, 21003|And a free heart, that knows itself no more. 21003|And what is that to me? the same in all? 21003|Though I go out to pray, and bow to high 21003|And holy names,--God be with me, and God, 21003|And every creature that is round about. 21003|The same, in friends;--when they have made me wise, 21003|And faithful, and self-possessed, and kind; before 21003|All else,--and then, as one in awe, they say. 21003|The same, in faith;--when the light o'erlights beneath 21003|The sacred lamp,--when I can find an eye 21003|That seems to gaze in prayer upon the face 21003|Of all that I am,--I feel that I shall bless, 21003|With peace, in time, the gift which God gives me there. 21003|Why, I am one of those who go away. 21003|I walk alone within my lonely room, 21003|And sit and wait with the last of the world; 21003|My hand has gone out on the wide world round. 21003|I am the last of the world on this earth, 21003|That God has taken from Him and cast here; 21003|And I have found within its emptiness 21003|A greater and more abiding God than I. 21003|I seem to walk where I had neither foot 21003|Since God first took His burden of me. 21003|I may look back upon the whole earth now, 21003|As only a boy could then, before the world 21003|Had no more ears or eyes to look on me. 21003|No more shall I be seen, or heard, or known; 21003|And yet, there was a peace--a stillness there, 21003|And God--God was in every living thing. 21003|The world, the city, the mountains, the seas, 21003|And even the stars, seemed to be hid from me. 21003|I did not hear the city's sound, nor meet 21003|The eyes of what was my delight and duty. 21003|I did not listen to its clamour, strife; 21003|I looked out on a world of mystery, 21003|With no light, no glory and no life; 21003|A world I knew not of, but felt I knew, 21003|And wished, and longed for something greater far, 21003|And nothing could my heart keep hidden from me-- 21003|Until I came to think that God was here, 21003|As in the past, to fill my soul with beauty. 21003|And then I knew I loved; and that I should 21003|Be loved--and loved--too long, before I knew 21003|Or knew it so well as I had done. 21003|And if my heart should be not less than he, 21003|'Twould be enough. I could not say "a well-done 21003| ======================================== SAMPLE 31210 ======================================== 8187|To the "gift"--a crown, no doubt, 8187|Or a jest like Mr. Jones.' 8187|No, 'twas a death-bed embrace, 8187|One which, I fancy, all hearts need; 8187|One which, in death, would prove 8187|One of that soul we cherish so. 8187|And there thro' that heart's dim recess 8187|She found but an aspect to bless, 8187|One feature, that, like a charm, 8187|Allured each gazing fancy round. 8187|Oh! she was a fair, sweet face; 8187|All Heaven's own roses in her hair; 8187|Of all fair forms a pair 8187|Love chooses the best to wear; 8187|Pure as all the sweetest rest-- 8187|But, no, 'twas not in that heart's control 8187|To look on such a face as this. 8187|But what was "that young man's" face, 8187|So true as it was bright; 8187|So human, so still, yet so refined; 8187|'Twas as though, to say the truth, 8187|He twined a globe of sin and death, 8187|And even the devil, like a saint, 8187|Had a little chapel in his face. 8187|The sight of his face had a charm, 8187|And tho' but a moment did it steal, 8187|And leave one wild-eyed wretch speechless, 8187|It left the next breath in tears. 8187|"Wicked man!" I almost said, 8187|I turned to the bard who stood by me, 8187|I turned to the man who stood by me; 8187|No--'twas not that, no--'twas a change; 8187|For, look, there was a change--but where? 8187|I turned once more to the bard who stood by me-- 8187|"Oh, fly him ere he light--but know, 8187|"For, oh! he has grown bold enough 8187|"To stand behind you while you sing, 8187|"And to-night, if you so will, 8187|"He will strike up such a song himself 8187|"For all that's sweet and virtuous in you." 8187|And I felt--I felt that the bard, 8187|Who long has been but a fool, 8187|Would never hope, with that young face, 8187|To make me sing for all the year. 8187|And I dreaded the bard who stood by me, 8187|And looked so happy and wise, 8187|Would never boast of the smile, 8187|But would blush to look on his face. 8187|But I saw him come to the bard who stood by me; 8187|He came to the bard at a time 8187|When the wits went to bed and the fools to drink; 8187|'Twas he took their dreams to the cup,-- 8187|And in dreams, still dreaming, they sung, 8187|Sung "Blame not man's faults," 8187|"Man can make us what he pleases, 8187|"And his genius is sweet," 8187|And, sighing, "Hear us when we're sad!" 8187|Ah! happy he who to-night can leave his dreams, 8187|To the bard who, last night, was singing the same. 8187|So then he came--of the bard who stood by me 8187|I saw him with joy and rapture; 8187|And, all because, in the midnight hours, 8187|I couldn't keep song in my ears, 8187|I thought I had better, to keep still, 8187|Hide the joy I was feeling behind that smile! 8187|'Twas a dream of a young and beautiful Lass-- 8187|The face to my heart, in her heart, I said, 8187|Of a young and beautiful Lady, 8187|With a face so fair--I was in such a hurry 8187|To embrace and adore her I never thought 8187|Of a trick for her hair or her gown of white. 8187|And, sighing, "Hear us when we're sad!" 8187|The bard who ======================================== SAMPLE 31220 ======================================== 19221|And the winds from the ocean arise, 19221|A cry of distress I hear. 19221|The sky is a dusky mass, 19221|Through which the sun doth pierce his way; 19221|I see him shining through the drifts, 19221|Yet not a ray of light there flows. 19221|The winds are at their wonted sport 19221|With whistling sounds of discord rife, 19221|But what they are I can't but conjecture. 19221|There's an ocean, round whose ocean-grave 19221|The world doth ever fall asleep, 19221|And there doth ever fall asleep the sun 19221|Who holds in his majestic embrace 19221|The universe in play. 19221|This I can tell, though it doth me grieve,-- 19221|That though I have lost the power to see, 19221|Sun, moon, and all the rest are mine; 19221|So is it now; for I can see 19221|Their fancies, and their hopes, and fears, 19221|And joy and sorrow, and affright; 19221|And oh! so many a pleasure seems 19221|With most comfort to be compared! 19221|That my day is almost past! 19221|'Twas an hour that none should look upon 19221|With pleasure, but rather on with pain-- 19221|An hour for which all time should pierce 19221|With eyes that could not look beyond. 19221|The evening came on heavy with cloud, 19221|As heavy-heavy-dark as any night; 19221|It lay like some huge wolf in the sun, 19221|Mangling, mangle, but never dead. 19221|The day was spent: the last far note 19221|From some lone lute upon the gale 19221|Was faint and far--far off: then she was gone 19221|From me; and by the light of my soul 19221|A new life was born, a live life, sweet; 19221|And, in the long, low light of twenty years, 19221|We sat together on the brink of tears. 19221|And, as of yore, there came before 19221|My gaze a page that did appear 19221|An ancient and a trifling lay: 19221|And still it met my searching gaze, 19221|As on it I cast mine eye, 19221|And even, though the thing were old, 19221|_Twelve_ years!--the year in which it fell 19221|Between _Amarantha and Drumoak_, 19221|One middle turn seemed all to meet, 19221|And thus it was our course we steered. 19221|No wind--not even the clamour of passing feet 19221|Can stir the drowsy blue of ev'ry turn of the way: 19221|It was so still! A silent majesty! 19221|So like the stately mountains of the soul, 19221|And so unlike the gliding motion of swift feet! 19221|So calm--so crystal-facile! It could not be 19221|That footsteps moved the waters of life's fountain. 19221|So calm!--so crystal-facile! 19221|So holy!--beautiful!--it need not mean 19221|Thought ever thinking of the unseen Presence 19221|That waits behind all our actions, all the rest! 19221|So calm!--so crystal-facile! 19221|It does not seem that such a spirit ever blest 19221|Could stir the drowse of ocean in the breast 19221|That beats with the life of ev'ry spirit that leaps; 19221|The world must die, or he would die for it; 19221|The life we live in must be precious fuel 19221|To fuel life's eternal flame. It were not meet 19221|We perish in the world, for he who sees the end 19221|Must own the eternity of Being. 19221|That calm--that crystal-facile! 19221|That holy!--beautiful!--it cannot mean death 19221|Or any mortal disease. 19221|Tho' I had seen the end, the glorious end, 19221|(As lovers see the eve of happy morn 19221|From bed of slumbering roses, early eve) 19221|Yet could I not forego the thought of the near ======================================== SAMPLE 31230 ======================================== 845|As I said, the same! There was not one mark! 845|I wonder what the angels thought of this! 845|And while I pondered on the mystery 845|Of what this child may be, the more I grew 845|A little passion of surprise, surprise, 845|The more the passion grew, and the more I found 845|A strange and stronger voice in its garb, 845|A music of new love, that touched and thrilled 845|The heart with its strange power--that music--and 845|In it the old and mysterious angel, 845|The fair and lovely child of the world and Heaven. 845|If we could only know of it! 845|If we could only behold it! 845|Oh, we would go down to the river-banks, 845|Away amid the shadows, 845|Bowing to it with reverential reverence, 845|As if it were a living thing, 845|And love us, though we loved not. 845|If we could only see the face there, 845|And be its light above us, 845|Were it not a dull, blank darkness! 845|Then all their world might brighten! 845|Not in the dark, where darkness 845|Lies like the sea, like the depths of heaven, 845|And all is lost above it-- 845|Not in the black, like the pit of the storm, 845|Is there such grace; all its brightness 845|Can but be found in light; and thus, oh, 845|What if it were made of light? 845|A child of light; 845|A soul in heaven born, 845|And nurtured all of light! 845|How should we learn of the devil to curse? 845|When the old world is so noble and good! 845|We shall not suffer the old times to die, 845|But we must strive until we understand 845|A nobler story for us to read; 845|And when we find that we hold the prize, 845|We shall be thankful for all our tears. 845|All our lives, as the saints of old said, 845|The sweetest of all things will make us 845|Pierce the heart of the world to the depth of 845|Our dreams, and, though we may lose, at last 845|To live our life can be joy. 845|The earth is not so dark to us now, 845|We may go down in our morning's pride, 845|Through the mists of the night without fear 845|And hear the little voice of the air; 845|The birds and the wild beasts, the dew 845|On their silver wings and the moon, 845|And hear and know and be cheered. 845|We have lived for love; and our hearts have been 845|So open and so clear, 845|We have known that our earthly glory had been 845|So open and so pure, 845|It had opened the world unto us, 845|And left behind behind, at last, 845|A world of perfect life. 845|We are not so sad as our children; 845|We could laugh as we saw 845|Our own young people, as they went by, 845|In the joy and the mirth 845|Of the morning, 845|When we passed by, the while all in silence 845|Went by with a smile, 845|Like the smile that the children miss 845|One day when they see it on me. 845|I look on all those little children here 845|And they seem to me like fairies; 845|For never, I think, in this bright world of ours, 845|Have you nor mortal ever seen, 845|In all its myriad, myriad places, 845|One whom I would gladly love, 845|Would I were a fairy,-- 845|A fairy with wings and eyes 845|Of a child! 845|One who may come one day to this house, 845|And sit at my window, and leave flowers 845|And candles, 845|And walk along the floor, 845|And be my sweetheart, with a smile of her own! ======================================== SAMPLE 31240 ======================================== 37649|And the lilies with gold and crimson 37649|Gleam'd on white and yellow bosoms 37649|Of white roses. But the first, the fairest, 37649|Sang in an olden tongue, and said the 37649|Sad tale of her, her maid and hero, 37649|Sang it out with a sigh. They took a robe 37649|Of green velvet, and the sweetest song 37649|Of the lark's voice that the birds have heard 37649|Was heard. They laid their burdens down, and said: 37649|"Lo! we that sang, and flaunt not, in a robe 37649|Of purple and of jasmine, sing we here 37649|To the last dew-drop of earth. The dew 37649|Is but for the flower, and for the flower 37649|Is a flower's soul that glows. The flower 37649|Cannot sing thus, since the song was said 37649|When the lily's heart was born. There came 37649|A woman, and her name is Death. She came, 37649|And when she came, the flower was glad, for sure 37649|Death was its mother's death. So it sang 37649|To the dawning light, and lay in peace 37649|And rose as leaves do rise, and blossomed there 37649|As blossoms come again. Then went the maid 37649|To some far place, but Death came not there; 37649|The flower bowed down, and the maid was blest. 37649|The mother-tongue of Death was heard, 37649|For the flowers came and went, and the flowers 37649|Rose as of old. But the daughter-tongue 37649|Caught the strange words, and in a whisper said: 37649|'O my sweet flower, my lily-flower, I come 37649|To kill the man-child born to thee. I come.' 37649|And her mother kissed her, and at once she 37649|Fled from her chamber and the garden-wall 37649|And all the land, and sought the forest glades, 37649|All through the woods, and through the dales, and there 37649|She found the man-child standing in the dew. 37649|And then she kissed it, and said: 'O sweet-blood-flower, 37649|I come to kiss thee for thy love. O kiss 37649|Of my beloved child! Go tell him now. 37649|And I will go.' 37649|And swift she went, 37649|And fast she came, and like a bird away 37649|Swift as the wind she fled, and lo! he cried: 37649|'I cannot say it--for I cannot speak to you: 37649|And so it is that I am dead--dead. I knew 37649|The woman whose name was Death; I knew 37649|The heart who loved thee, and that made thee hate.' 37649|'I cannot speak to you,' said Death. 'I stand 37649|And I am cold as he, and all for this, 37649|For one kiss of thy face.' 37649|'Nay, nay, it is not that. But surely Death 37649|Hath taken something; and yet, and yet, 37649|I could not love thee, and was not bound 37649|To love thee till I learned the language 37649|Of a kiss.' 37649|'I was a maiden once. 37649|I could not love.' 37649|'My mother taught me all the words of men.' 37649|'And why should I not learn women's ways?' 37649|'Oh, but for that.' 37649|'And then, 37649|When I have learned and mastered both, I will 37649|Lift up the tongue and teach it as you call. 37649|For it is a perfect language, and thou 37649|Doubt not my language.'" 37649|'I will not teach it,' said Death, 'for I think 37649|The people are of it a curse.' So Death 37649|Pushed on and fled. And when the day was come, 37649|Fell from the tower, and lay asleep in the grass. 37649|"And there was she to whom Death was forsworn, 37649|His fair, his holy sister. And ======================================== SAMPLE 31250 ======================================== 3023|In some old castle, close at hand; or we're here, 3023|Or on the tiled floor, a scene of peace and joy. 3023|Where is the castle? 3023|The last she left it, 3023|In the autumn moonlight! 3023|The world's a ball, it has so much of one 3023|'Twould appear too crowded to be told with two 3023|Words. 3023|I had a heart 3023|When she was young, when she at the fountain quenched 3023|The moonlight lamp. 3023|But in the autumn! 3023|Aha! ahem! 3023|How, my friend, can I say how? You say? 3023|This is the word which, like a little flutter, 3023|I know so well,--the word you use at meal? 3023|I'll tell you all, at length. 3023|'Tis said 3023|That a heart's strength makes no difference at all 3023|'Twixt the young and old, at table or at ball; 3023|So you take me for a fool--but in good sooth, 3023|The way you turn to a stranger is kind. 3023|The devil take him! he's but as good as he, 3023|Whate'er I do or say, or think or say at all. 3023|'Tis well! the devil take him! he has naught to dread, 3023|Since my heart is in your heart, as your own, 3023|No matter what happens,--nothing to dread. 3023|'Tis well! 3023|The devil take her! What can she do or say? 3023|If once you have the heart to own it's mine, 3023|The devil take her! she will tell, when we part, 3023|That I am as good as good-wife's could be. 3023|I knew it true, when I first drew near the spot 3023|Which the sweet words she would use me meant was mine,-- 3023|So much in kindness of your high-hearted wife 3023|You raised the altar of her heart and mind! 3023|And then your life--no, your fame and fortune too,-- 3023|You raised to a blossom which had not yet bloom? 3023|'Tis well! the devil take her! for, so is the sky, 3023|Though the wind blow for ever from the north or south. 3023|Herr... the devil take her! 3023|And that is my reason for ever. 3023|To-morrow, 3023|If she is still alive, I will bear her plate 3023|And all the comforts of the world in my arms. 3023|That is all,--you can have her! I have lived, 3023|All is at stake! and will live, or go extinct. 3023|And yet with all that can happen to me, 3023|I will still love her--but I must love again. 3023|But what if the world-old laws, once altered, 3023|To her might be opposed, and I had to wait 3023|For justice at the court? 3023|What if I were made a prisoner to do 3023|A sentence for my crimes! 3023|(She looks up with wide and staring eyes, and continues her 3023|parliamentary strains. 3023|The audience applauds with tumultuous applause. She 3023|reformatitudes, and by her own initiative formed 3023|the government of the rural district, and her life's 3023|development. The play, to which she is best known, "La finital 3023|entrir la porte. 3023|And if some poet should propose to write 3023|A play in the style of the olden time, 3023|And she should say, "I cannot write like that, 3023|This dallying on the windy nights! 3023|"You only are allowed to write about us, 3023|And about our village; for that, at least, 3023|'Tis just as well we do not read at all! 3023|"For by the days that were before us, 3023|We did not even know that books could be!" 3023|She had been making music and painting, 3023|And she ======================================== SAMPLE 31260 ======================================== 1568|With a laugh in her voice 1568|I made as I climbed a crag 1568|The sky. 1568|The clouds had rolled and the wind had blown 1568|Their last two balls; 1568|But the sun showed none of the shade 1568|On their back 1568|Of the cloud that is on our heads, 1568|When the earth's eye opens again 1568|In the sun's last rise; 1568|When the earth nods high from her sleep 1568|And the sun mounts his horse 1568|And goes to his sleep in the skies, 1568|And the skies open as of old. 1568|The first time my horse's hoofs roared 1568|Over the green hillside, 1568|I walked in the forest I loved 1568|And the first thing in the spring 1568|That I saw 1568|Was the green-muffled forest-gloom 1568|Above the tree-tops 1568|As an eye in a dream. 1568|And I laughed as I looked at the tree-tops 1568|And the green-muffled forest tree-tops 1568|And the wild-flowers that blew 1568|About. 1568|And the voice and the voice and the voice and the voice and the voice and the 1568|The voice and the voice and the voice and the voice and the 1568|And the voice and the voice and the voice and the voice and the 1568|And then came her love of the old green wood 1568|And we knew that we were old friends 1568|In the spring, 1568|But my heart of the joy of the old green wood 1568|Was so strong, 1568|So long-suffering and passionate and tender 1568|As an old friend that was dead 1568|In the spring. 1568|She turned her face to the wood, 1568|And there was something sweet and tender 1568|In the light shade of the wild boughs 1568|Winding away 1568|In a moment of wild light. 1568|In the year that's gone 1568|We sat under the wild flowers 1568|And talked of the things of earth, 1568|Caring not for power or fame, 1568|Though the things we cared for we were poor, 1568|Yet did not fear 1568|What might come our old friends knew. 1568|Our own hands brought her bread. 1568|One leaf of the same wild bough 1568|Braketh us and whirleth about 1568|With a strange melody 1568|Of notes, 1568|Like the wings of wild birds of spring, 1568|That sing the morning prayer 1568|Before dawn 1568|In the long flight of light, 1568|Shed from the heart with a light 1568|That is not fear 1568|But the first sense of spring. 1568|The white-winged trees were singing 1568|In the light that comes to us 1568|By the wind, 1568|On all the green grasses 1568|The leaves were dropping perfume, 1568|And the sun-rays glistened 1568|With sweet smell 1568|Of the flowers they loved of old. 1568|When my old sweetheart died, 1568|The wind came in and made 1568|The softest voice of all 1568|That sang the day of life 1568|That ever was, 1568|In a dream of the first-born 1568|Of the wind and the flower 1568|That sang for her sake. 1568|That wind is now for me - 1568|All my world for me - 1568|And it has a song of my delight, 1568|And the perfume, and the perfume, 1568|And the wind of my desire. 1568|There have been too many roses, 1568|The day hath come for me 1568|To find that one that shall redouble 1568|The roses of yesterday; 1568|And the wind hath broken the spell 1568|Our love shall still maintain 1568|In the woody dells, 1568|Where my sweetheart sang 1568|Of a summer's day, 1568|In the years that bring 1568|Rose-red roses still. 1568| ======================================== SAMPLE 31270 ======================================== 1304|When I love thee, my soul, it is 1304|Only in feeling thou canst know. 1304|'Thou'rt such a friend in word, and such 1304|A perfect match in motion too: 1304|I love not thou, but rather I 1304|Love the heart of thee, what can I 1304|Not love that loveth thee? 1304|'Thee I love in song: 'tis thy turn 1304|To love like this, and have the turn.'-- 1304|What can be sweeter than a kiss? 1304|'Give me a kiss first, sweetest, 1304|That I may go to my love's abode, 1304|And be his bride: 1304|And the time will be when, having kissed 1304|This my love's hand, we'll seek him out 1304|His mother, Mary, in the sky; 1304|And be this day at the sounding of morn 1304|New-born here at his mother's hand!' 1304|Fair's our love! he's young, he's innocent, 1304|'Twas mere childish passion that he knew! 1304|'Wilt thou love me?'--'No!'--'Thou shalt love 1304|HIM only, if thou canst, for thou'lt die in his arms!' 1304|O my lady fair! I can but grieve 1304|That a young lover of young ladies has died, 1304|For I am sure that he, as I am not, 1304|Can love two young ladies as well as he can. 1304|'Twould make me laugh to see a lover bent 1304|On the conquest of fair women; I would see 1304|Whether he'd try them, and I do declare 1304|That such a challenge would no doubt put to shame 1304|A thousand nettles, than might set them aflame 1304|With all the nettles of all the stately castle-walls! 1304|Nay, it is true, but I confess I am weak, 1304|His youth and inexperience made me his guide: 1304|If I had been with him, I know not how 1304|For he was strong and full of noble will, 1304|But I am false to him--that is, false to me. 1304|O I will not wed but with mine eyes, 1304|And what is the use of kissing to me? 1304|Maidens only are true lovers, and fair's the rent 1304|That is paid for nothing else and in't for ever: 1304|Love's a sickness, sickness is the cure! 1304|No--stay there, then; what's that to love me? 1304|Maidens only are true lovers, and fair's the rent 1304|That is paid for nothing else, and in't for ever. 1304|Let me kiss on tho, and so forth, 1304|And yet--though I'll say love's the thing. 1304|'Twere but a love-sick girl, 1304|Thinking, perhaps, to try 1304|If she's more true than that, 1304|That's as high as ye're likely to get. 1304|I'll take you hence, and there 1304|I'll make you think, to-day, 1304|How you will love me to-morrow--till. 1304|O, why should I foretell 1304|What's to come, or why 1304|Speak, when, to tell, is not a skill? 1304|Let my lips then tell, 1304|And my eyes speak, as they will. 1304|My hair a-winging free, 1304|As gay a knot as e'er twist'd I; 1304|Frost-wreaths round my cheek, 1304|And the snow on my eyes, 1304|And beneath my lips a rose; 1304|Like a rose, the wind goes round about me; 1304|Waters flow about my skin; 1304|Frost, frost, frost, and that's the way I'm to die: 1304|The snow-wreaths in my hair, 1304|And the frost on my cheeks with tears, 1304|All the flowers round my feet, 1304|As merry as can be, 1304|In ======================================== SAMPLE 31280 ======================================== 9579|The voice of all-powerful Freedom, 9579|Still loud, yet soft, and measured, 9579|The great harp of Freedom's song. 9579|Not the untutored bird alone, 9579|For him only law is blest, 9579|But all the seraphic band, 9579|Who walk abroad beside him. 9579|Where, on Indian, Roman, frieze, 9579|The good red standard gleamed in pride, 9579|The banner of Christ is there; 9579|And, where the dark, broad ark mainls 9579|Its forecastt lamp of battle here, 9579|The star of Bethlehem shines. 9579|O shining badge of heavenly love 9579|(As if no other on the earth 9579|Might so well our use unfold,) 9579|Though low in Comforter's heart 9579|Its light the saints of old have found, 9579|This flag, still glorious, must go forth 9579|From shore to shore in glory's pride, 9579|And still to all who freely give, 9579|Be, as of old, unspoke by you! 9579|A widow's plaint in Pekin. 9579|"O God! who dost in thunder make 9579|The peace of the grateful earth to feel, 9579|O God! who dost in clouds of light 9579|Thy lighted brands smite the mountains bare, 9579|O God! who dost thy servants call 9579|Spare we our lamenting voice; 9579|For thou, who in the heaven of heaven 9579|Hast made thy face to us below, 9579|Tydings of wrath that we shall bear 9579|Shine not on us in the blast!" 9579|"Oh, not upon the earth," the Saviour cried; 9579|"Is founded my victory, and every seed 9579|My instrument of power; 9579|And heaven's wide arch my throne hath given, 9579|Whereby I hear the faithful sing. 9579|No cry of anguish from man's wail 9579|Shall dim the gleam of that glorious star, 9579|Till down the ages bow its reign 9579|Above the fane where Christ lay dead. 9579|"Earth's cry of weeping shall never reach 9579|That treasure-house where sorrow dwells; 9579|But light from heaven shall ope that door 9579|Wherein our Lady's son lies hid; 9579|And, through the ages, that holy shrine 9579|Shall by a Mother's breath be blessed, 9579|And, with a Mother's life, make sure 9579|The Father's treasure-house to fill." 9579|Not far from where the pilgrims buried Francis lay, 9579|In solemn casket apart, 9579|A marble bust stood in that humble tomb; 9579|And many an ancient sepulchre, 9579|And gilded dome, and fane, and shrine, 9579|By which our fathers, holy men, 9579|Their bones have made so many a fold, 9579|All torn and scattered, to and fro, 9579|Wore out the same, and with it, to live here. 9579|So from his humble grave, in humble tomb, 9579|Our hero's bones at last shall come; 9579|And scattered here below, with other dead, 9579|His fathers, heroes, and his own. 9579|So in their strife for Freedom, men of the world 9579|Lay wounded while they struggled; but they were not 9579|A hopeless people, that with constant care 9579|Should toil, and suffer, pray, and pray again, 9579|And ever strive, and yet forget. 9579|The brave and noble hearts that bled there 9579|Beneath the martyred and the slave; 9579|And those who in the prison's dark and dreary 9579|The shackles brought to bind, as free, are set, 9579|The sons of those who oft the patriot's cause enlisted; 9579|And those, whose deeds and their true names we bring 9579|From out the chains that man can put aside 9579|But to remember them who fought in vain 9579|For Freedom's cause in that dread midnight hour. 9579|Such memories ======================================== SAMPLE 31290 ======================================== 5186|Wherefore no one dares to venture 5186|To approach the ancient hero, 5186|To approach the very strongest, 5186|To speak with Wainamoinen, 5186|The author of the wondrous wisdom. 5186|Lemminkainen thus rebukes him. 5186|"I speak as one of lesser virtue, 5186|Shall not approach the ancient hero, 5186|Shall not speak with Wainamoinen." 5186|Spake the youthful Lemminkainen. 5186|These the words of Lemminkainen: 5186|"Come then, O Sun as sister! 5186|Come and be my wife as secretary, 5186|Make me worthy of my kindred; 5186|Thou canst not be a hero, 5186|Though a willing servant-folk-lord; 5186|I am willing to be any, 5186|Even a willing servant-slave." 5186|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5186|"My son, why art thou thus acting? 5186|Dost thou think that thou wilt ever 5186|Take a willing life-slave for thyself? 5186|Be content with what thou got, 5186|What the boat can carry thee, O hero; 5186|Let the sail hang by the oar-chain, 5186|Hang the boat in water round the pinewoods, 5186|That the hero may have leisure 5186|T' impress his promise on thee, 5186|For the sake of many future heroes. 5186|Whatever thou wilt buy or buy not, 5186|Whatsoever thou wouldst gain or keep not, 5186|Take the finest pear-wood that you find, 5186|Fetch the strongest bow that you find, 5186|Make a plan B, C, and F with this hero. 5186|"I myself can give thee not an oar-boat, 5186|Neither can you build a vessel, 5186|Building only with thy hands alone; 5186|You are wasting in the ocean's lap-boat, 5186|On the deeps of Lake of the Forst; 5186|Not a beauteous flower dares upraise thee, 5186|None that I ever saw blooms fairest, 5186|In the whole of thy lifetime foolish, 5186|Not a beauteous youth but must forget thee, 5186|Though he seeks thee by the track of gold." 5186|Spake the goodauken, Lemminkainen: 5186|"Mother dear, I will not yield to her; 5186|I will gain the magic Sampo, 5186|I will drink the largest batch for drinking, 5186|Drink the largest measure for speaking, 5186|If perchance thou wilt give me answers. 5186|If the mother gives me now the Sampo, 5186|Give to me the water to refresh me, 5186|If to-morrow she gives me water, 5186|Give me even water in great plenty, 5186|Let it serve me for the warming of me! 5186|If no gift she gives to me, singing, 5186|If no songstress she intones, 5186|Give me now as a thought, a feeling, 5186|That my life may lack not further wasting, 5186|That her heart may learn no further wasting!" 5186|Then the lively Lemminkainen 5186|Answered in the words which follow: 5186|"Do not mind me, mighty mother, 5186|Do not mind my father dreaming, 5186|Do not think that he is living, 5186|In the dismal Northland biding; 5186|In this darksome, yet hospitable land 5186|I'm forgotten and neglected, 5186|By the people altogether; 5186|They forget me when they speak of me." 5186|Then he hastened homeward weeping, 5186|Sad and sorely distressed, 5186|Walked one day, and then a second, 5186|And the third from morn till even, 5186|Took his humble supper up, 5186|Dinner with him next day parting, 5186|Left the darksome island-dungeons, 5186|Passed the halls of bitter weeping, 5186|Hastened to a mead ======================================== SAMPLE 31300 ======================================== 13649|And the moon looks up at night. 13649|It's such a pretty thing to hear, 13649|"My dear, don't look!" 13649|A little lady in a turret gray 13649|Is singing all the day to the sky. 13649|It's a kind of music, and it's clear, 13649|And it runs from her through the years she's seen: 13649|"My dear, don't look!" 13649|And you listen, and you smile, and you keep 13649|Your thoughts, as you sing, away. 13649|But the thing she sings, and you hear, and you smile, 13649|And you keep your thoughts, and they run after her. 13649|O little lady 13649|As you sing, 13649|So you keep 13649|Your thoughts 13649|Where life's melodies are drifted; 13649|They stray, for their pure voice and clear, 13649|In the hearts of you and of me. 13649|The light won't bloom 13649|Or the moon'll shine; 13649|And the love that she sings so well 13649|Is only heard when she's asleep. 13649|I wonder, in the evening, 13649|If she's sleeping or awake; 13649|Then my light won't beam, 13649|And only dreams would come to me. 13649|My heart is a little thing; 13649|I can do little deeds,-- 13649|But I'd be contented 13649|If I knew more of it. 13649|If I had a heart of steel, 13649|What mighty wonders I might do! 13649|I'd be happy, and proud, 13649|If I felt the power 13649|Of all that lies beneath the sun. 13649|_O little lady 13649|As you sing, 13649|So you keep 13649|Your thoughts 13649|Where life's melodies are drifted; 13649|They drift, for their pure voice and clear, 13649|In the hearts of you and of me._ 13649|I'm a little bit sleepy just thinking of it, 13649|And I wish I could sleep so that all this commotion 13649|Could end at "peace". 13649|But we live in an age when people start 13649|Out saying things, so I suppose 13649|I won't be tired to-night; 13649|It's a shame there isn't more of it-- 13649|I'm sorry you can't see it. 13649|I've told you I was very tired, I guess, 13649|And now I suppose I ought 13649|To say it, that I'm sure it's true 13649|I've told you I was very tired; and now I suppose 13649|I ought to say it. 13649|You might, if you liked, say, "How you feel!" 13649|And I haven't got to sleep yet. 13649|But if you had a heart, perhaps 13649|You'd feel for me all the same, 13649|And think of me and think of me again, 13649|If you _could_. 13649|As for a truce to strife, is it really a thing that must be, 13649|Unless, as I hold it, there be some one there must be that 13649|won't use a "trouble"? 13649|That one that _won't_ use a "trouble"? 13649|Why, he's as fit as a preacher's knave, you know, 13649|To say one thing and do another. 13649|He's as lazy as little Mary-Ann, 13649|He's as hard a-waller as any man, 13649|He's as vain as a sun-burned rose,-- 13649|But, nevertheless, he lives. 13649|Yes, he lives. 13649|He was not born for to be weary, 13649|And quarrelsome, and cruel, and sad; 13649|But a man of wholesome and gentle heart,-- 13649|Of a gentle and gentle spirit. 13649|We all know that, you see,--we all know; 13649|And why think I of it? Well, he was one 13649|Of those that have stood all the day 13649|By their loved father, and gone through with all that they loved ======================================== SAMPLE 31310 ======================================== 3023|This the true way 3023|Of saving time, 3023|Thou art in deed, 3023|And thou art thought; 3023|You both are true!" 3023|"Thou canst!" 3023|Somewhat later, a moment after. 3023|My dear, what must I say? 3023|You've well said what needs must be. 3023|Aye, well I can. 3023|For, since my dear guest is dead, 3023|How well doth my friend fulfil 3023|His office. You in my dear presence 3023|And kind addresses, of course, 3023|My heart's pleasure take! 3023|"My dear friend! 3023|You're ever faithful ever; 3023|But I find that it's hard ever 3023|To ask God to give to men 3023|A living, just to see! 3023|That's why my heart's own wish is 3023|A happy letter to you." 3023|O what a pity 3023|This thing can never be! 3023|With him you'll 3023|Forget your fortune? No, he'll cherish you--in his own! 3023|(TO PRINCE HENRY and MARY.) 3023|My lord, it is in haste. 3023|Good reason! I am always ill at times! 3023|The very best thing is to speak the truth; 3023|And with me never, never! 3023|'Tis the truth--you're a fool; 3023|That I am then you see. 3023|And so I make use of 3023|All means in my power to persuade you, 3023|When you are in doubt I write what you must hear. 3023|The truth, if you will only listen, I will say. 3023|(PAUSE: A DRAWING-ROOM.) 3023|You will be well pleased with what I see! 3023|A pretty girl? Nay, no! I see a boy! 3023|I hear his voice in my fancy's ear, 3023|And in each voice a friend I'd like to meet. 3023|My very first desire may be to prove 3023|A friendly meeting! And though you are dead, 3023|Withal, my dear friend, of all your sorrow, 3023|Your spirit's smile will please me all the more! 3023|Ah, but when I had you on my knee 3023|With gratitude and fondness I felt bound. 3023|And so, dear guest, I'd best begin my song, 3023|I hope no other's soul may hear the story 3023|As I tell of dear-loved comrades in death. 3023|In the first place my own friend, 3023|Though young, in grief his life had leaden been; 3023|The very fact that to his friends he came 3023|And spoke of them thus may not be spoken of. 3023|"O, my sweet brother! since with you I'm bound, 3023|On which I cannot stand alone, 3023|I feel my heart is very close approaching 3023|To that in which the others fall; 3023|As I think of it, how happy they are 3023|Who this long time, without leaving town, 3023|In the green grove have been, as you will see 3023|At end of our journey very near 3023|Of all the people: for we'll not change, 3023|Besides our beds and pillow-knots, 3023|A seat, a little window, a little table, 3023|A little bed with a little chair, 3023|And the wind, when the sky is bright, may bring 3023|But what are these to the friends I hold dear? 3023|I'd rather be in your company, 3023|Than in your dwelling be not, love." 3023|"Now this is strange, the very day I send 3023|This letter, we were sitting at home; 3023|And, then, if aught have struck in me the thread 3023|Of fond affections, you had no further care, 3023|And I might be to-night in bliss! 3023|But I know you say, as I stand by you, 3023|"Ah, well-a-day, how quickly time goes by! ======================================== SAMPLE 31320 ======================================== 5186|Thought the aged Vaeinaemoeinen, 5186|How to make the finest fish-gates, 5186|How to mend the heavy hinges 5186|Of the sledge that holds the cradle; 5186|How to fix the spindle fastened, 5186|How to make the handle long-leaved, 5186|How to polish well the poles-beam, 5186|How to fix the two-handled cross-bars, 5186|Of the two-handled snow-sledge, Lylikki. 5186|Vaein at the field-wife's side, 5186|At the gate of Vaeinoe, 5186|With his tunic made of ermine, 5186|In his boat the cover clad him, 5186|With his fish-cover sanded him, 5186|With his fish-net tipped the paddles, 5186|With the ends of flax-thread bunched together. 5186|With his hand-maidens at his side, 5186|At his side his faithful dames, 5186|At his side the handsome Priests, 5186|At his side the bard and minstrels. 5186|Then the hero, Vaeinaemoeinen, 5186|From his seat of polish oakwood, 5186|From his seat of greatest polish, 5186|Made the most of life at Osmo, 5186|Was not stopping, but was sailing, 5186|Stood beside the most of woodlands, 5186|On the most level portions, 5186|At the most unbroken service-ports. 5186|There was not any sailing, 5186|Sailing had the ancient hero. 5186|Bravely did Vaeinoe question 5186|Him of little mind and vigor, 5186|What was in his heart's affair, 5186|What had given rise to trouble? 5186|This the answer of the hero 5186|To the timid words of woman: 5186|"Never, never canst thou journey 5186|On the most unfriendly waters, 5186|To the coldest water-courses, 5186|To the worst of unwatered lakes; 5186|There is not a water-brooking 5186|In among thy well-water, 5186|In among thy sloe-darkened sands, 5186|In among thy running waters, 5186|In a shady valley hollowed. 5186|"Never, O Wood-hero, rest thee, 5186|Nor becalm thee, with ease, 5186|Striving to win the knowledge 5186|Of a secret art of magic; 5186|Always go seeking for assistance 5186|From the gods, at once and hourly, 5186|From beneath, and from above, 5186|In the blue-faced heaven, above thee, 5186|In the blue-faced ether, 5186|On the wind's breast, and on the billows! 5186|When thy feet are near a hill-top, 5186|Near a stone-berg divided, 5186|Look within the rocky cavern, 5186|Then search out a passage wayward, 5186|In the sea's deep grotto, 5186|In the rock's unyielding furnace, 5186|In the furnace fire of ether, 5186|That the magic may be fervent, 5186|Ere the treasure meet destruction." 5186|Wainamoinen, the magician, 5186|The eternal metal-worker, 5186|Of the thunder-metal smithy, 5186|Made this answer to her question: 5186|"Not a rooster of air can fly, 5186|Not a cock of feather, 5186|From the furnace fire of magic, 5186|From the iron forge of Ukko; 5186|Not a swallow can be borne in, 5186|To the furnace fire of magic, 5186|Fires unrivaled in the Northland, 5186|From the furnace of Wainola." 5186|Thus the ancient bard made answer: 5186|"There is none to fly from the furnace, 5186|Nor from the iron forge of Ukko; 5186|You can bear no rooster from forth- 5186|Furnace to furnace, fire to fire, 5186|From the furnace of Wainamoinen." 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 31330 ======================================== 2558|With a spirit as bold, and a heart as free 2558|To seek for the goal as a stranger to seek. 2558|The world was his father, and he was his son. 2558|He left the city, and from her tower upreared 2558|New homes for our souls, new pathways to know, 2558|For our souls with him, and a home for his head. 2558|'Twas an old-time story, of a man of worth, 2558|Who, to his son's brother, with the father's aid, 2558|Brought the bright springs of eternal Spring to birth; 2558|And the stream of the future, with a flood of gold, 2558|Was the man, who, in his wanderings, 2558|Ran a stormy race, 2558|And found his way to the land where his birth-right lies. 2558|'Twas a long race, and in the end the same old race, 2558|So cold and so far-stretching; 2558|For the son of an old-time English father, 2558|Came from that land, the world-famous land, 2558|And settled there: 2558|There are still many left of the sons he left behind. 2558|And in time his son came after his grave, 2558|And settled too, 2558|Still with the sons stood the towers and the farms, 2558|And never a son had he; 2558|Still the sons lived, and still the sons were alive in the race. 2558|And still the son in the race was not ahead, 2558|And never the son's foot ran in his father's side. 2558|And that was the reason they said-- 2558|"There's no one to match him here-- 2558|But now, the man's at rest! 2558|He and his son may keep the sea-race away! 2558|Let us find the man and do him justice, brother, 2558|So he wins the prize 2558|And never another may follow in his train." 2558|So the race went on 2558|For many a year, and many a month, 2558|And still the sons were alive in their native land. 2558|But now, come winter, and the cold, 2558|And the snows of the past were laid 2558|Upon the sons to rest-- 2558|Then came a mighty cry-- 2558|Said the old-timber son: 2558|"The sea-race is won! 2558|If the ocean-waves are to be swayed, 2558|Where's now the man of worth? 2558|The man so fair, so strong, so immortal 2558|Is gone, like a child, and we're left without a brother here!" 2558|"Yet you're justly punished," said the father then, 2558|"For the crime of loving your sons--and for hating me!" 2558|They have given us more than earth can give-- 2558|All that's most pure, and best of all, 2558|Has entered our hearts to make us free; 2558|And we suffer as if we lived in air. 2558|They have given us strength to bear the load 2558|That earth alone can give or take; 2558|We suffer, day by day, as if we lived 2558|In wind-swept deserts of wind and snow. 2558|They have given us courage to endure 2558|The dreary wastes where spirits roam; 2558|To meet with ghosts and shape our way 2558|From death till life in that dread land unknown. 2558|They have given us strength to conquer fear; 2558|For God alone can keep us free 2558|From the old-time torture of the flesh, 2558|And keep us, day by day, in freedom's thrall. 2558|They have given us all, O mountains bright, 2558|Above this vale, this low, lonely place, 2558|The gifts of nature's sculptor if He dwell 2558|Within your forests of myrtle green-- 2558|The courage to endure, the daring to die! 2558|"Oh, would I were with those who wander 2558|Upon life's stormy, troubled road; 2558|The strength to bear a load, the skill to face 2558| ======================================== SAMPLE 31340 ======================================== 2823|They may not be as great as yours are, 2823|But then--for that day at Easter--you shall come. 2823|And it won't be long before the sun is shining--if we 2823|Don't make ourselves up and up in spite of them. 2823|And then--for that day at Easter--there's me, 2823|And Mary, and all the rest who have lost our way. 2823|'Tis our turn to make a great clamouring sound. 2823|And then--that day at Easter--there's me, 2823|All a-tumble to the ground, but glad to find 2823|A welcome at our feet, and all the rest who have 2823|lost their way. 2823|'Tis the turn to say a prayer, as you did before. 2823|And then--that day at Easter,--there's me, 2823|All a-tumble home with a little red ribbon round me, 2823|Which I think will cover you when you're dead, I know. 2823|And then--that day at Easter;--there's me, 2823|The little red ribbon round my coat, 2823|And all the rest who have lost their way. 2823|The little red ribbon in the centre-- 2823|I saw that before I ever saw you. 2823|Here it is, and this is not a joke, 2823|When it's round you as you lie 2823|On the small red ribbon at the end of your coat-- 2823|Or when you are all wrapped in your blankets. 2823|When its ribbon you're wearing, 2823|Then it's round you as it stands, 2823|But when your head is laid in his cold hands, 2823|Your little red ribbon fades, 2823|And when he touches it, 2823|Then it's cut from the coldest dead tree 2823|That ever swayed a man. 2823|But when the poor little red ribbon grows cold, 2823|And the cold dead branch stands in the cold earth 2823|Where his hands have buried it, 2823|When all things have perished-- 2823|That's when, it's plain to the thinking eye, 2823|You're all forgotten, 2823|And, if a soul will, 2823|Can somethin' will hold you in the grave. 2823|When you lie dead, my dearie, 2823|In the cold dead earth, 2823|I'll clasp you to my aching breast, 2823|And make a small white smile, 2823|And let this one small, soft, innocent, tiny finger 2823|Hold you, if you'll let me. 2823|Little birdie, little birdie, 2823|Where have you been? 2823|In a green, shady lane; 2823|And what did you find? 2823|In a green shady lane, 2823|I had berries and grass. 2823|Little birdie, little birdie, 2823|What was it you saw? 2823|Carnations and running blood, 2823|And the little brook's bright song. 2823|Little birdie, little birdie, 2823|What have you found? 2823|Little children, clinging hot 2823|To their father's side; 2823|I have had a little child, 2823|Little, little, little, 2823|And she squirted out the fire. 2823|Little children, clinging hot 2823|To their father's side, 2823|I have had a little child, 2823|Little, little, little, 2823|But the flames went out. 2823|The father came and looked for his child, 2823|He was full of worry, 2823|The mother came and wept in sorrow 2823|And she took her little babe. 2823|The father came and looked for his child, 2823|Where did you come from, child? 2823|I came from trouble; 2823|But what you're not we're to know. 2823|The child's mother cried for her little one 2823|And she ran to her own place, 2823|And she caught a fly in her arms; 2823|The fly and the little one went away 2823|And the mother was there. 2823|Then to the church to the ======================================== SAMPLE 31350 ======================================== 615|At thy word, and for the King of Norway's sake, 615|This was of her that left her spouse behind; 615|Who had with many a dame her love foregone, 615|Hoping in Charles to have the victory: 615|She, though she could not there prevent the knight, 615|So, by a deed of glory was she freed: 615|She to the French, and others captive, bore 615|This damsel, who, in her own country stayed, 615|A lady was, in every virtue might, 615|And worthy to be loved by mighty men, 615|And from herself so rich, that she could bring 615|And sell her kingdom, and a wealth untold. 615|"But, save you of the lady, for the show, 615|Who the queen had not the power to kill, 615|You were not now to love by man's design, 615|Although the good ye are: I who am he 615|Who in my knightly time the lady led, 615|(For such my fortune was in France, I trow, 615|That I should be, as well as any sot,) 615|I see my goodly worth in thee is shorn, 615|Withouten her leave, if all be well performed. 615|"For if she love her lord on other ground, 615|She gives her heart to another's arms below, 615|And if in this she is a goodly sharer, 615|The same the damsel finds, if any eye 615|Were true, and were to love and be his wife. 615|But that I should some pride from thee conceal, 615|Would haply give a troubling to the rest; 615|I will to thee such service perform, if need 615|Of one, as to thyself shall seem redeeming; 615|Nor will I that my worth and worth repay 615|You may by me alone in no degree." 615|With all the other things for this conclusion 615|She deemed it worthy, by the cavalier 615|Of that fair lady and my lady's heir, 615|To make the end of all; or how a trace 615|Of such a man should end in this degree. 615|On this and the other things to rest 615|Was her intent, nor longed she to do more; 615|Or would have kept her silent till the day. 615|-- O'erwhelmed with passion, still more by dread, 615|Which made her love for other's griefs return; 615|Which made her long and sore for Charles wait, 615|And (such her grief) with piteous thought oppress: 615|But her great love for the fair dame forego, 615|As this fair woman foregoed her own, 615|As was their measure fitting was her woe, 615|She such, if in the world with such a prey, 615|A king, that should the deed of grief pursue, 615|Nor was her sorrow could endure, endure nought 615|But to see see Charles slain: so sore he died 615|That she, in spite, and with a heart more sad 615|Than ever yet, by love had she begun, 615|In this her absence from her love was spent. 615|And in her hopes of him, and how to soothe 615|Her, now and in the future, is intent. 615|She from all comfort of her love receives 615|No comfort in the world, but watches still 615|For him, and that with all her life renews 615|An everlasting grief and bitter woe; 615|For that, with weeping and with sickness, sore 615|And anguish she, for Charles' death was sore. 615|-- I say by time; but many years were past 615|Ere any grief to Charles were known; and yet 615|All heart, and all hope, and all desire were sated, 615|In prayer and psalms that in that hour might rise. 615|So that of one grief, in many forms compounded, 615|With which her heart, in other days, was pined, 615|One grief, and not by Charles' vengeance made, 615|In grief of such a kind, to Charles' wife 615|Had cause, as well by grief, as fury, woe, 615|To fill her eyes with light, her ears with sound. 615|And thus the woman so contented made, 615|Which long had lingered, and whose griefs she knew, 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 31360 ======================================== 615|For now my eyes were bent my visage down: 615|But when I saw my faithful soul depart, 615|I, feeling how my heart had given a wound, 615|And that it is enough for me to bleed, 615|Thus my returned sight resolved to trace. 615|I turned, and so discerned the knight, he, 615|At the same time, with him, on earth was laid: 615|He, when the body left the tomb, revived; 615|His visage from the stone was seen to rise. 615|And he his former master thus bespoke: 615|"A faithful friend, whose trust shall never fail, 615|Was my good hand in that fair helm to bear; 615|Nor one of the nine thy hand so dear, as I; 615|And, from thy faithful faith, from thence I trace 615|That other lord in thy dear service are; 615|And 'tis the one, with whom thy soul shall find 615|All its reward, who for thy master took 615|Those joys and sufferings which so much please me." 615|The other, when his visage at his feet 615|Was closed, as he was wont, by love, that night, 615|Sobbed, groaning in his sorrow, while he prayed 615|The Lord, through whom he had to life repaired, 615|To give him vigour now with rest and cheer. 615|On an undisturbed point (he to the sight 615|Turned) that noble knight in vest and vest 615|Of other dress was altered; but as new 615|Concealed the vest belonging to the fair, 615|What was its shape or color, he could see 615|Only by their together appearing. 615|As well the vest, in color as it shone, 615|As if new wrought, the others new redesigned. 615|-- That well the knight the mortal vest displayed -- 615|This when his good right hand did so impress, 615|He never before from either so had seen; 615|But when the lady he had seen before, 615|Covered his head, with such a weight he pressed, 615|He felt that then the earth his feet removed, 615|And earth took from his feet the weight of mortal frame: 615|He, all his thoughts, his senses, will, faculties, 615|Upon his earth dissolved, and were dissolved. 615|The dame she straightway to a tower repaired, 615|Which stood not far from where the dame was placed, 615|Whence from the field the knight his lord conveyed. 615|Nor from that tower could he discern the dame; 615|But from the land the woman's bosom made; 615|She was not there; but she that castle's wall, 615|And in that lady was the lady's side. 615|And when he had (such grief his heart was wrung) 615|Approached the tower for the good lady's sake, 615|And from the other side had reached the square 615|Where a fair fountain was, with murmur faint, 615|He from the tower beheld that lady's face: 615|'Twere long to tell the mighty sorrow sore 615|He felt, while from his sight the lady fled, 615|Nor he the damsel more had sighted near, 615|When he beheld her in the fountain, whereat 615|He, weeping, prayed her to the fountain head, 615|For he was troubled by a sudden grief. 615|"Ah! well befits the sorrows of a man!" 615|Exclaimed the dame while standing in the way, 615|"That such a lady should from him depart 615|At any time without his knowledge, who 615|The lord of heaven alone should be his guide. 615|"Well with him should we our journey retrace, 615|Whether on foot or horse, the lady meet; 615|The damsel's might is less, her danger more -- 615|I fear such thing, nor can I make it seem. 615|If that be her, who would have her at hand 615|In that sad region, where my lord had been, 615|She shall not find one hope for her repair, 615|Till he appear; and then, alas! she dies." 615|So grieving made the lady's mother say, 615|As, sorely weeping, she her son pursued: 615|The mother to her son, with much concern, 615|Consulting oft, and full of ======================================== SAMPLE 31370 ======================================== 23245|In this most curious sort of strolling. 23245|A small man with an iron pipe, 23245|His beard, like the beard of a bear, 23245|And eyes that were full of thirst, 23245|Of thirst, and hunger, and death-- 23245|'Mid the broad leaf he is seen, 23245|Pushing and swaying with his feet 23245|Along the road in a curious way. 23245|And as he wanders on, a swarm 23245|Of butterflies and moths appears, 23245|That, starting from their nooks, 23245|With drowsy wings, they flutter here and there. 23245|The poet's heart was stirred by one 23245|Of these, whose colors were gay, 23245|In that wild mood of the heart that knows 23245|The sweetest joys of the sight, 23245|A leaf-dresser, who never knew 23245|Love's pangs, nor sorrow's woe. 23245|He held the leaf with both his hands, 23245|His hair was golden-gold, 23245|The eyes were deep as a child's, 23245|But full as full can be! 23245|This leaf-dressing man--he made 23245|A leaf-dressing of his hands, 23245|His hair like the gold and red, 23245|And golden-gold his eyes. 23245|He laid his hand upon the leaf, 23245|And tore it with his teeth, 23245|But soon a leafy cloud appeared, 23245|That brooded, on the tree, 23245|And a leaf-dressing man grew fain, 23245|And all the flowers grew well. 23245|And so his leaf-dressing plied, 23245|Till one day, behind his ear, 23245|A dark-winged bird came down 23245|With a loud cry of pain-- 23245|The bird had been his own 23245|In childhood, and asunder fell 23245|With a cruel shock! 23245|For the leaf-dressing man was dead, 23245|For life was bitter to him, 23245|For the bird was heavy on him, 23245|And he felt as if he'd burst, 23245|As if he'd been in gold 23245|And silver chains and chains! 23245|Then a leaf-dressing man made funeral offerings, 23245|And the dead leaves fell one by one, 23245|And the dead leaves, in a funeral procession, 23245|Crept on in splendor along. 23245|But two, three, four, the branches stood erect; 23245|With sad, mournful footsteps they went 23245|To the grave of the leaf-dressing man 23245|In the city of Amathus. 23245|In his home a little village lies, 23245|With its ancient towers and farms; 23245|But the city lies far and far away, 23245|And the crops fail every year. 23245|This spring-time 'tis sweet with the bee, 23245|On his tall broom of ash he plies; 23245|But the harvest will not come again, 23245|And the leaves will not fall. 23245|The sun seems but weak and a boy again, 23245|The bees, the birds, but all dead; 23245|But the leaf-dressing man is not well 23245|Who looks upon his death. 23245|And why do they cling, these limbs of death? 23245|Why tear the boughs that ward the winter out? 23245|Is the leaf-dressing man not here, 23245|Who looks upon his death? 23245|'Tis the cold of the winter, the boreal blast, 23245|That makes this death more real, more dreadful far. 23245|The cold of winter that sifts and melts hearts. 23245|It may be that I have no right 23245|To make this pallor pale, for life 23245|To-day is full of the gloom of death, 23245|And this is life's black noon. 23245|The sun is not so glorious again, 23245|The leaves are not so many, many, many; 23245|Yet I smile on my leafy fare, 23245|Because, as it is, all's well! 23245| ======================================== SAMPLE 31380 ======================================== 10602|And on her lapp'd haire, of ev'ry bloom, 10602|With ev'ry flower he pluckt them; so shee 10602|Did on the day of her wedded passion: 10602|But in her chamber the young love did lye, 10602|And was in the white chamber, day and night. 10602|In that day, as she was lying on the hot, 10602|One of the maids, whose father was there, 10602|Mast'ring the roof, had heard the young prince cry, 10602|"Oh, doe I not remember this merthe! 10602|Come, let us up, and kiss and cly the bowre, 10602|Which hath but lost her half, the other halfe, 10602|Since with our fire we burne it all so; 10602|For whiles it hath our breath, our life doth wane 10602|That had with cold it lost the rest so." 10602|So shee, who saw this strange man, with dole 10602|Him lay unwarie, and his voice so lite, 10602|She had no leisure to shew where to her hand, 10602|How to be pained, what remedy to use. 10602|She lookt on full many a sheaf of gold, 10602|The work of masons, and they all were of it; 10602|But in this work were found but few, 10602|Save only the sheaf in which she lam'd him. 10602|She lookt on many a noble plate, 10602|Which of old time great conquerours wept; 10602|And on the side thereof a shield, 10602|On which many a gallant knight lay dead. 10602|But in her eyes a fairer work she nere 10602|Beheld; much fairer was the sight than this. 10602|She looked on every nymph full rich 10602|In all that gold, and many a knight bold; 10602|But nothing could with her such delight. 10602|But when she saw the thing so rich and bright, 10602|She was full sad thereof, and wistly saide, 10602|"O love, I must hence away, and be 10602|From thee depart and from the maiden bright, 10602|Till I come back again, and see thee now." 10602|"O come to me," quoth he, "at least awhile, 10602|And be for me a moment my delight, 10602|While I am in this realm, where I am Queen." 10602|"Fair Queen," quoth she, "let now thy heart stand fast; 10602|For it is not I, but I am Heav'n's own will, 10602|That I for thee am here a little space, 10602|And thou for me in hereafter mayst live and be." 10602|Then forth she goes, with many a tearfull grace, 10602|To bring the maiden unto the king for death: 10602|But when she came within, thereat did sigh, 10602|"O god, that hast made all things in Heav'n so fair, 10602|Now doth thy hand a thing so mean express, 10602|That neither fire, nor water, nor air, nor wind, 10602|Can ere take hold of this fair maiden: 10602|"Thou knowest weep'd thus for her lost delight, 10602|When of our goods in th' abyss we lay, 10602|Or wept for her death, as was the wont of maids, 10602|Whose paines with milk and oil so pleas'd them late; 10602|So, if thou dost not hear us, let us know; 10602|Or, if thou wouldst, we will recompense, 10602|And bring thee to our house, and we will send 10602|Thy father in this wise to succour thee." 10602|And then did make in haste a fast bound, 10602|To speed the maiden there; and thereat were heard 10602|Saithful maids the fairest of the earth, 10602|Those that had first the sheaf of gold to take, 10602|"Now, father, grant unto us this deed!" quoth she; 10602|"Now, father, give thy heart to love and pray, 10602|That now thy ======================================== SAMPLE 31390 ======================================== 1279|'Mang a' the lads o' Culloden, 1279|But, believe me, I was nane 1279|Afore I sat down on Glasie 1279|To take a trip to Armenia. 1279|I had a few gad boozets, 1279|And a dozen siller bars; 1279|The whaup is gane, a blaze! 1279|I am come, believe me, 1279|To die in glorie, 1279|Or spruikin' thro' the deil, 1279|Ae pancake on an auld hog! 1279|But, believe me, I was not 1279|Twae years since, in the roaring Glasgow, 1279|A waefu' year, I made my entry 1279|In the wide wide world o' mis'ry. 1279|I was na found as then in fame, 1279|A stoush or saut-ey to be dreened; 1279|But, aften mair misgivings arose 1279|For the sake o' ilka hizzie hoose: 1279|For reasons obscure I couldna' spier 1279|The muckle pawkie rabbum crow 1279|Would bark if I had dirlin' been 1279|As in the days o' yokee-up, 1279|When auld ilk hizzie hog was free 1279|For the sake o' the new-chum langsyne. 1279|But trust me, the times they were a' gane, 1279|That time will return--alas, alas! 1279|That time will return to favour quo', 1279|That time will return to thrum. 1279|The cogs have rumbled up, the cogs have rung, 1279|The chains have rumbled off, and the day 1279|Has dawnin' has dawnin', 1279|And the day is comin' 1279|The world has a hunch. 1279|The day is comin', let the day go by. 1279|It may bring joy, it may bring sorrow; 1279|Or it may bring glory, or ruin: 1279|It maks no difference, it makes no blench 1279|To the man that's livin'. 1279|There's ae comfort in the grave, my laddie; 1279|There's ae comfort, on auld or young, 1279|Though they ca' words ayight, 1279|For they're spoken by sae mony wise 1279|That know the kingdom of cake. 1279|Sir Hugh, come hither, lassie, 1279|On yon mossy stone reclin'd, 1279|That skirts the boiling stream, 1279|Sing, sing a merry verse 1279|To charm thae tummy jigs. 1279|This bloody stream is boiling, 1279|And it ne'er was boil'd before: 1279|It'll fry thae bumbling swigs, 1279|Wi' a scented spoon, in the waist. 1279|Oh! what shall I do 'mang thae woods, 1279|Frae yon boiling stream? 1279|O what can I do 'mang the streams, 1279|Frae the sea, wi' a sing? 1279|Oh! what can I do 'mang the woods, 1279|Frae the sea, in air? 1279|I'll sing a bonny verse, &c. 1279|If, lassie, in yon glen, 1279|Ye'll sing me a good lay, 1279|I will break the magic glass, 1279|That's on the aul' green glen. 1279|Altho' I have nae bibliothmes, 1279|A faut' a' sundry I'll try, 1279|For thae are written in true red 1279|That I think are never dlook't. 1279|Alf reft of his leevin' age 1279|And wi' a braw chin! 1279|Ye'll find Tennyson's ae bard, 1279|The best that ever was quenched, 1279|And Tennyson's auld amang us three, 1279|As wi' Ayr an' his woods. ======================================== SAMPLE 31400 ======================================== 1030|For the last time since the day we met, 1030|I have found my heart with joy so fired, 1030|I could die with the durance of it. 1030|But the thing I do complain not too much, 1030|That I know not whether I can write; 1030|The word is but a flattery to me; 1030|All that I can do, I do the best. 1030|My only fault that I can think, 1030|Is the wish that my mind so sweet, 1030|The world has never a mind like mine, 1030|'Tis only a fancy of the heart. 1030|But all that I can do I have done, 1030|Till the time draws to its last day, 1030|For I'm as well pleased that they be gone, 1030|As that they remain in my soul. 1030|This day the great day comes to pass 1030|Which I behold your name in print; 1030|The day our souls shall in your eyes 1030|Be read and understood again. 1030|To say it is well that our souls 1030|Were read and understood again, 1030|It may be that it may be true; 1030|We know too much with our best lids, 1030|And too little with our minds serene. 1030|I like to hope that our souls, 1030|So long the dwelling of delight, 1030|May in your eyes be read and understood 1030|More often than with other men. 1030|I am the one that no reason may show; 1030|They call'd one Caesar then my friend. 1030|To say it is best that our souls 1030|Should in your eyes be read and understood, 1030|That he is right, we are very sure; 1030|For he has read them and understood them. 1030|'Tis no good reason to presume, 1030|When you so well may hear it said; 1030|You'll be too late in your repentance 1030|To undo what he has done and said. 1030|I know not if it does not strike 1030|Whatever part of your mind doth lie; 1030|My feelings do not touch your heart, 1030|And therefore cannot be the matter. 1030|But I am just a pretty man, 1030|With no more right to be above you, 1030|Than a damsel hath to make you happy, 1030|Who takes her head to keep her heart; 1030|But we both would fain be contented, 1030|If it would but take off her head: 1030|Therefore we ask to have it so, 1030|'Tis all the same to them as well as me. 1030|If you could but give us a wish, 1030|Not a wish like your, but of mine; 1030|Or could you but make us rejoice 1030|With all that God allows us now; 1030|You would so make us, would you not? 1030|But you're not like that damsel I love, 1030|For I know what her wish would be. 1030|I am sad because I see my friend 1030|So happy that I know it not; 1030|That she is happy in the morn, 1030|And then in the evening very sad; 1030|But you are very sad because you know 1030|She is not happy even on nights. 1030|If she had any sense or right, 1030|She would be sorrowful by day; 1030|But you are content, because she is, 1030|And therefore she will not sorrow much, 1030|Unless it come to her for sorrows all. 1030|Away with your sorrow! for I'll go 1030|And see what my friend was about. 1030|When she did hear that we were gone, 1030|And that we went away, I guess 1030|She was vexed, for sometimes sorrow 1030|Into a smile turns most of woe; 1030|But she had cause to be vexed when we 1030|So far from here began to go, 1030|Or as we went, did much forget 1030|It was a city with an embassy; 1030|When we come home I fear we shall lose a heap. 1030|We may be made ======================================== SAMPLE 31410 ======================================== 5185|Thus the boy's brother answers him: 5185|"I will make thee a boat of oak-wood, 5185|Make a goodly boat to row me, 5185|Drive the boat to distant oceans, 5185|Drive thee o'er the pools and billows, 5185|Drive thee home at evening twilight, 5185|In the pleasant months of summer." 5185|Thus the boy makes answer, gladly: 5185|"Is there one in all this village, 5185|Villager of this nation, 5185|I can give him this large vessel, 5185|This large boat with handles fashioned, 5185|So to sail the rolling billows? 5185|I will give the youth a shield-row, 5185|Pillarrow for boat to shelter, 5185|So to row against the whirlpool 5185|In the purple tides of ocean, 5185|When the tossing vessels meet." 5185|Thereupon the boy begins his labor, 5185|He begins to make his boat-fjords, 5185|Falls to wrought-iron rudders, 5185|Choosing the best for vessel, 5185|Choosing the best for row-locks. 5185|Carefully he shapes the vessel, 5185|Planks the boat with care and labor, 5185|Steers the old boat in perfect bay; 5185|In the stern the hero sits, 5185|Rounds the prow to fit the frame-work, 5185|Lays the stern-plate, boss, and rudder, 5185|Forging with cunning, hardihood, 5185|Forging by signs and numbers, 5185|Forging hearts of wood and metal, 5185|Forges steel to wings of magic, 5185|Forges bows and rapids downsloping, 5185|Forges vessels with its parts. 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Sang with words of magic import, 5185|As the rower tried to master it; 5185|Sang himself, the master craftsman, 5185|All the weaving to the surface, 5185|All the works below to scale it, 5185|All the swellings to the bowsnog, 5185|All the swellings to the vessel. 5185|Then he sang these measures; they were given 5185|By the minstrel, Lemminkainen, 5185|As he rowed against the whaling 5185|Boar, in search of teeth and fur. 5185|"Crystalline violet ray of lightning, 5185|Spikenard ray of purity, 5185|Spikenard furnished with sharpie-knife, 5185|Thorium made with sable scimetar, 5185|Thorium provided with scimetar, 5185|Filled with light from splendor breaking, 5185|Rainbow-ray from heaven released, 5185|All the waters of the archipelago, 5185|Filled with lightning's golden grains." 5185|Thus the wizard rowed his vessel, 5185|Rowed his war-ship o'er the waters, 5185|O'er the sea's most distant borders; 5185|On the prow an eye of beauty, 5185|On the stern a form of beauty, 5185|One more beauteous of the walrus; 5185|On the stern a beauteous female 5185|Gathered lightning from the heavens, 5185|Spake these words to Lemminkainen: 5185|"Hark thou, thou son of Lempo, 5185|To the wizard thou mayst wander, 5185|Thou mayst sing to me in sunshine, 5185|Smoke again upon thy meteor, 5185|Sing again to frozen curving, 5185|Drive thy fleet-winged fleet-foot dirigareeser 5185|Through the bay to Pohyola's battle-tent." 5185|Then the son of wicked Kaukomieli 5185|Thought awhile, and well considered, 5185|How he could with Pohya's daughter, 5185|Woo and win the daughter of Pohya, 5185|Win her to his thrall forever, 5185|How a million cheering tokens 5185|Might be gathered by the lips of Lemminkainen, 5185|M ======================================== SAMPLE 31420 ======================================== 1280|Or where the water was as deep as mine," 1280|The boy replied. 1280|He watched her in the water as a sea 1280|Was wont to watch the moon's light and sky 1280|With its own tide. 1280|And what about the dead that is to be 1280|At the Judgment Day? 1280|"No one," said she, gently. "In the first place 1280|What else can I say?" 1280|I said, "The only thing I can say. 1280|The God who died to cleanse mankind 1280|For the Father's sake. 1280|I can tell you this--that never more 1280|Shall Adam or any tree-bearing man 1280|Come forth to look upon the Earth. 1280|Nor shall a male Angel, sent to cleanse 1280|The world of sin, 1280|Be sent away empty handed and alone 1280|To wander upon the wings of Night 1280|Or else with Adam." 1280|She rose and moved 1280|She reached me a last farewell: "The last 1280|And greatest tale of all time told 1280|Shall be told this century in this century. 1280|"And that of these times, 1280|When the Cross is on the cross-road, 1280|The world aspires for glory here? 1280|Is it a story of a new-found world 1280|In some far land whose hills are golden-rod, 1280|With gold under every root? 1280|Or is it told of some old earth 1280|I knew, whom the Bible sings of 1280|And where God's judgment is, as written here? 1280|I wonder." 1280|And then she laughed: "I was a slave, 1280|I was a slave to sin! 1280|For a year I lived in shame. 1280|I loved the woman who was born to me 1280|But did not love her." 1280|Thus she died. 1280|And what about the soul who is forsworn 1280|At the marriage of soul with soul? 1280|Or what about the sin that is forgiven 1280|And what about the promised joy? 1280|For the man who sins 1280|Mourns both, his heart and his soul. 1280|And what about the life in which he's born 1280|Or redeemed once more? 1280|Is it not better to go down in the fire, 1280|Or ride the flaming wave 1280|With him who sinned?" 1280|But, as I said, at forty-five a breath, 1280|When I had finished with her, 1280|And there was another of a kind, 1280|Who was a bit older and stronger, 1280|So that I had not found the right one, 1280|And, when I married, 1280|I married that one. 1280|I know that it would be better for me 1280|If I had never married. 1280|But I was forty-five at the beginning 1280|And twenty-four at the end 1280|And after that the months slid by, 1280|And, at the end, my husband had to be 1280|More comfortable than I was. 1280|And that was hard for me 1280|For he was so impatient. 1280|But I was in no hurry, 1280|And even if we had been happy together 1280|He had the right to be unhappy. 1280|So it was right for me, I never was 1280|To say with a bitter word 1280|That I loved him the best man in the world 1280|But I married an unhappy man. 1280|For though I loved him, 1280|I had grown so tired of him 1280|That I thought I would rather be happy 1280|With a man that was careless of him. 1280|And this was the reason 1280|That he married an unhappy man. 1280|He said: 1280|"The man's a liar who loves me, 1280|In my mind and in my heart 1280|I have a treasure. 1280|I am not a liar 1280|To him that loves me, 1280|But I am reckless 1280|Of the man's esteem 1280| ======================================== SAMPLE 31430 ======================================== 13650|Oh, my dog loves to play at going "off leash," 13650|For I always feel he is spoiling me. 13650|He has gone off riding on his pastern-striped, 13650|And I'm thinking I never will get him back; 13650|But I hope I'll make him understand, 13650|That he is very much missed, very much missed-- 13650|Though he's only found us out through the window. 13650|It was a young man, and his name was Smith, 13650|And they said, "Smith must go to the city stall, 13650|For he drives us all wild, and he's overpaid." 13650|"Yes," she said, "for I don't know no better way." 13650|And with many tears they said, "No use! 13650|Make up your mind, Smith, you have been a hit! 13650|And now Smith must go to the city stall, 13650|For he drives us all wild, and you've made us weep. 13650|You must not go to the city stall! 13650|And never let your poor head bow, 13650|Or you'll pay a heavy price." 13650|So he went to the city stall, 13650|And he took her over the stiles; 13650|And he went to the city stall 13650|And he went to the city stall, 13650|And he took her from poor Smith's leg, 13650|And he said, "Dear, you're a hit indeed!" 13650|"Why!" said she, "I will not go! 13650|I feel my poor feet go, wild and wilt, 13650|As I go down the steep stairs; 13650|And it's a cruel cruel town 13650|For poor little children's sakes! 13650|And can I ever go again 13650|Outside without my little skirt? 13650|You drive me mad, my dear, 13650|To go like that! I beg you, don't!" 13650|So he gave her some tea and toast, 13650|And he gave her some tea and toast; 13650|And then, being almost blind with soot, 13650|He washed his face for to go home. 13650|And never once thought of the bells, 13650|Which--but it's a cruel town for me! 13650|I'm sure Smith would have kicked his nose 13650|To come here, o'er the rusty rails! 13650|It's very dirty here, you know; 13650|And the girls and boys come through it, 13650|And they say the trains they want to go; 13650|But poor Smith he'd give no fare, 13650|For he loved the dear little boy, 13650|And he'd have a care for the lad 13650|If he lived to be a hundred! 13650|As he was washing his face, 13650|And brushing his beard, 13650|His little gunny was heard to say, 13650|"I don't mind little lad, 13650|He's so nice and soft, I wish him shaven; 13650|And he's only little blather 13650|As little blather can be, 13650|And he won't come nigh spoiling, 13650|But he will never be a hundred! 13650|You'll never see the little blather's pock, 13650|With a piece of old straw piled oer, 13650|And a broomstick on his knee 13650|To rub his whiskers off, 13650|Or any maw he may have." 13650|"Nay, then, we won't be afraid! 13650|If he'd only been a little child, 13650|And come a-wishing, his mother's child, 13650|I'd have given him a gunny-pucky 13650|To carry on his journey; 13650|And have given my gunny-dog the gunny-cat 13650|To eat up all the meat, 13650|And then come home with Smith and come to see 13650|What Smith can spend, and what she won't." 13650|I heard the little cricket so shrill, 13650|Rising in the morn, so early, so early,-- 13650|Rising in the morn, not long after lunchtime,-- 13650|Sing from ======================================== SAMPLE 31440 ======================================== 8187|"_All_ this _should_ have been my reward." 8187|But no!--not so, the Devil said,-- 8187|"_My_ revenge is not in fighting, 8187|"It's in playing this _harmless_ game-- 8187|"And I am coming, my _self_,-- 8187|"And I'll _come_ to _you_, if I win!" 8187|So here they sit together--yes! 8187|They're even now and lying down-- 8187|And, as they lie, he talks--and talks, 8187|And talks, in a most soothing way-- 8187|And cries as he talks, "Dear Heaven, 8187|"My _self_ is dying, my _self_!" 8187|And while he speaks we know too well 8187|That the _self_ is dying as well-- 8187|As well as his beloved youth. 8187|Yes, that's the point: he can't tell thee 8187|More than that "he's very well;" 8187|He can _not_ tell thee more than that, 8187|For that's a fact which _him_ doth say, 8187|And shows that he's _both_ the _self_ and _you_! 8187|If you wish to gain some little praise, 8187|Be not afraid to say, "I am good;" 8187|Not that kind of good you're apt to meet 8187|In those who give thee that kind of name. 8187|This is the truth, in fact, that needs 8187|Only to thee, dear Friend, to bring. 8187|'Tis but a casual term, no doubt, 8187|To be thrown into phrase just by thee; 8187|And yet, to tell thee the truth, 'tis one 8187|That needs some care, or a little wit, 8187|In order not to be at once 8187|(As _other_ ladies sometimes are) 8187|To be both _self_ and _you_ in one. 8187|For though in friendship, 'tis wise 8187|The mind to go _beyond_ itself many times; 8187|By this, thou'lt find, as the world at large 8187|Cannot help thinking, that _one_ thou'rt _wrong_:-- 8187|If 'tis not, then thou'rt wrong, in spite 8187|Of thine own self, for what is all. 8187|If all that so felicity brings 8187|But seems too happy, is that bliss is long; 8187|And tho' 'twere otherwise, 8187|'Twere still a luxury; 8187|As if, the while, 8187|Thou, happy soul, wert only blest 8187|In the thought that thou mightst, 8187|So strangely, be both one 8187|With heaven and him, all heaven to thee! 8187|It was a wintery morning, 8187|When the heart rejoices most, 8187|And the fancy gaily whirls, 8187|As the joys may dance; 8187|And, as the sun shines gayly, 8187|Thou think'st, "Life will keep." 8187|_He_, that was but a stone 8187|From his cradle up, 8187|Than whom a thousand rise, 8187|That think so lowly now! 8187|_A thousand men, alas, 8187|Died for him here last year_, 8187|"But not a single rose"-- 8187|Was in his grave the cry. 8187|Then there is a distance--and-- 8187|The dead are always gone; 8187|How remote from life! 8187|A thousand hearts break o'er him; 8187|His name will never come. 8187|Yet even while hearts mourn him, 8187|I have a hope, my friend, 8187|That they may still love him, 8187|And that he will come home. 8187|'Tis but a hope!--'tis vain. 8187|'Tis but a dream, my lad, 8187|To hope, nor yet believe. 8187|Hear it but as the wind 8187|That from yon' pine-tree swings, 8187|T ======================================== SAMPLE 31450 ======================================== 1383|Beware of being a dog to me 1383|And live, lest that be enough for you 1383|To do a work or sit a throne. 1383|Give me my dog, and the dog's sake, 1383|Which is more, for it is a soul. 1383|The soul is like a dog that is tame 1383|Until it is killed by blood. 1383|And the soul alone is aught: he is aught, 1383|And ours is life and love. 'Tis a thing of us 1383|That we could never have without love. 1383|But, Sir, in your dog's senses I see 1383|The soul is as a dog, not a soul. 1383|Who knows a dog's soul-nut to find? 1383|It is no place to look for, in sooth. 1383|If dogs have soul-nut, then, of a truth, 1383|I cannot say you have. What have you? 1383|A dog has only soul to feed it 1383|With your own soul-nut. And why should yours, 1383|Or yours, have I no meaning? Love my soul, 1383|I could not have for nothing if I had. 1383|It is not true to say I was dog's-eared. 1383|For love and joy and sorrow, for despair, 1383|Fell in my wake like wine; they may be found. 1383|But all the rest we learn in toil and tears. 1383|'Tis the dog's soul-nut that matters much. 1383|He is a thing to feed with tears; he does 1383|More than one for a god can do; 1383|He is the soul-nut of a god. 1383|What are you? Are you not dog's-eared 1383|With grief for what was once, in your day, 1383|Your dog? Do you not see that, now, now 1383|Your dog is bound to earth forever? 1383|He, when he sees his soul-nut gone, 1383|Forgets the dog, with all his pride. 1383|If I were dog, as men say, I swear 1383|I would forget the dog as soon. 1383|But this is all your dog's dog-lore, 1383|You dog, and you dog's dog-lore. 1383|My dog is bound to earth forever, 1383|And mine the soul-nut for a god. 1383|'Tis the dog's soul-nut that matters much, 1383|That is the matter where we stand. 1383|All things have meaning when they are told: 1383|And where my dog's soul-nut is, 1383|My dog is bound to earth forever. 1383|I am content my dog to eat 1383|As well as he, my dog, for food. 1383|And there you are, Sir; you may go. 1383|The dog's soul-nut is more, I hold, 1383|Than dog's soul-nut is worth; for when 1383|He sees what you have done to him, 1383|Forgets the dog he once adored; 1383|And you have done it, and a dog's dog, 1383|And his a soul-nut in a land, 1383|Are all a soul-nut at the one view. 1383|The dog's soul-nut is worth, I hold, 1383|By your dog's dog, my dog. 1383|But I think I ought to tell you 1383|How you were a dog; the dog thought him, 1383|For a dog's soul-nut is more, I hold, 1383|Than you, or me, or dog. 1383|But it was you and never you, 1383|Or you were dog, or I. 1383|'But it was I,' quoth the dog, 1383|'And I, too, will forget you. 1383|You were the dog that in the days gone by 1383|Had made my soul-nut the whole year long, 1383|My dog that does remember.' 1383|He said: the dog's eyes 1383|Were closed, and his eyes spoke loud; 1383|And his tongue made music in the mouth 1383|To teach him of the ======================================== SAMPLE 31460 ======================================== 5184|In the fire-resurrection land of Pohya; 5184|There to live forever in the Northland, 5184|Lives the ancient Wainamoinen, 5184|On the calmest and most serene sea, 5184|On the blue-back of the overwhelming sea, 5184|On the island of the wind-distorted sea, 5184|That has gained the name of "Daughter to the Moon"; 5184|There to live, and work, and play, and sing, 5184|Here the children learn the songs of magic, 5184|There enjoy the song-fires on the islands. 5184|Wainamoinen, old and truthful hero, 5184|Lay awake in the early morning, 5184|Listening to the notes of music, 5184|To the songs of Pan as he ranged them, 5184|Playing while others slept, these lay-companions; 5184|Played some few days, and then assembled 5184|At his sledge of beauteous birch-wood resting. 5184|Straightway ancient Wainamoinen, 5184|Ancient minstrel of Wainola, 5184|Bid the brave hero journey toward Pohya, 5184|To the village of the red men, 5184|To the tribe that lives upon the island, 5184|That their songs are not still prevented; 5184|Hastens forward on his snow-sledge rapid, 5184|Dragging with him fur-robes rich-clad, 5184|Robes of silk, and belts adorned, 5184|Steeping in the days of summer, 5184|One boot only, while the other is creaking. 5184|When they reach the headland, Wainola, 5184|Speaks these words while stepping gingerly 5184|From his place upon the sledge halting: 5184|"Fare thee well, ancient Wainamoinen, 5184|Wainamoinen, famous minstrel of Northland!" 5184|Then he hastens onward, lightly, swiftly, 5184|On the trail of ancient Wainamoinen; 5184|All that he takes from out his pouch, 5184|All that he carries with him on his shoulders, 5184|Trifles he can gather inopportune, 5184|Trifles bring him to his former life-posts, 5184|To his old moccasins of iron, 5184|To his leech's tools for healing purposes, 5184|To his pocket-piece for taking losses, 5184|Listening to the clangor of the belfry-knell. 5184|Time it was that the ancient bardess 5184|Left her bower at twilight-hour of morning, 5184|To be admitted to a second abode. 5184|In the space of hours, old Wainamoinen, 5184|Uttered sang at will his wisdom-sayings, 5184|These at iambic, these at piano-major, 5184|Pythagorean, and Greek, and Roman, 5184|And he chanted as he took his supper, 5184|Speaking words of ancient wit and wisdom, 5184|These at simple and of modern practice, 5184|Of the wealth of Northland treasured, 5184|How he got his honey from Pohyola, 5184|How the Northland-dwells were dug for him, 5184|How Nokomis got the magic glasses, 5184|How the ox-skins came to be used, 5184|How Mond fate was passed from hand to hand; 5184|But chiefest of his sayings, singing, 5184|Speaking words of ancient wit and wisdom, 5184|These at third age, or fourth in later days, 5184|When the seasons bring change and uncertainty, 5184|When the fields are unsettled, and the forests, 5184|And the waters grow disordered, 5184|When the young are ever young again; 5184|Songs may be taught by look and rising eyebrow, 5184|Songs may be taught by bending neck and eyebrow, 5184|Visions may be taught by sunken brow, 5184|Bells may be taught by lost in stormy moments. 5184|All the birds, and all the beasts, and all the fish, 5184|All the forest plants, and all the forest song-birds ======================================== SAMPLE 31470 ======================================== 1008|And with such firmness, to sustain themselves 1008|They heaved, these wings not weightier left a shade, 1008|Than these, the eyes of blackest nymphs conceiving, 1008|With what desire they feed their unctuous nest. 1008|The rest, who sit erect, their eyes sustained 1008|So unto one degree, that to the other fell 1008|Their glittering lashes, that more sparkling seem'd. 1008|Were there set down the Angel to conduct 1008|To the right shore the faithful group, (who rightly know), 1008|That they without error may arrive; 1008|He through the glitterance saw Arachne, sleeping, 1008|Incurable of waking; and, to save her, 1008|Forth from their holes the angels slit her wrists. 1008|"Save yourselves," the rich Cytherea cried, 1008|"And only you!--so may your victory be 1008|Mymed, so your evil enterprise redound!" 1008|Warm was her breast, and full of sweet content 1008|The sleeping fiend awoke, and from her side 1008|Desponding purveyance took her, with such ruth 1008|That none, whilere he whet the razor, could force 1008|From her her slough the yielding product small. 1008|Them readily she cleansed, and to the sea 1008|Up flying, to her haven with her came; 1008|And such scarcity was there, that oft the store 1008|Seem'd wanting, yet the appetite remained. 1008|She, (for so fortune to herself will deal, 1008|Reserved for that the thunderer will bestow) 1008|With her 75 souls, without more ado, departed 1008|Into the lake, and as the rest on shore 1008|Were gather'd together, she at once exclaimed: 1008|"O my dear! my faithful--darling bird!-- 1008|My friends in Paradise so snar'd of yore, 1008|When we of his household council were disp'o'd, 1008|Come, fix my travelling coffin with those words 1008|He said to me, but hesitating first 1008|Bespeak his meaning to the vertic sky, 1008|"Which thou didst speak of, when thou didst sayst-- 1008|Didst sayst then--'Arise and breathe, my Bell[/i]! 1008|And from my misery let me draw breath.'" 1008|No more her words, steady she her pace slows, 1008|And slower gliding on, looks to the height, 1008|That overhangs the flower, there, on the lowest foot. 1008|But she, satisfied with that sight, herself 1008|Glanced round, and "O my Bell," so high she hung, 1008|"O thou secret soul! O spirit! who art 1008|Above all others, holiest, most divine! 1008|Dear to the heaven, as more and more I see 1008|Of thy own brightness, holiness, and joy, 1008|My longings and my fears meet; and I essay, 1008|All in silence, to express them all." 1008|As a blind man, lying still, a prey 1008|To pain, and gazing up where he had lain, 1008|Hunts for his lost sight by panace of rays 1008|From the nocturnal world diffused, which he 1008|Once thought his was among, and which he found 1008|Now joined and re-directed with the day; 1008|So I spake, declining in her praise, 1008|And leaning on my staff; then, not more smilet 1008|Than when around it fair Aurora glows. 1008|"He hath examined with mind and eye 1008|Th' Eternal God, and found it fair and square. 1008|Wherefore blest is he, and clear of blame 1008|No mightiest wight can e'er have known delight." 1008|Such suspended, and the smiling maid 1008|Still held her gaze; when I, from the rest 1008|Cast down, appeared, and was beheld of her 1008|By only my left side. "O fool!" she laughed, 1008|And in derision, "ignorant s ======================================== SAMPLE 31480 ======================================== 22229|Where linnets make a pleasant home 22229|Underneath the apple-bough; 22229|And linnets in the hedgerow perch 22229|For nimble spiders' silk, 22229|When in the early morning sky, 22229|The redcock from the knoll is heard,-- 22229|Thou hast heard the little sonnetter, 22229|With his soft and rounded fingers. 22229|The little man has come from out the West, 22229|His heart to meet with his own kind, and there 22229|In his new home he is welcomed and warmly greeted. 22229|And, being welcomed, will take kindly the part 22229|That he is best able to repay, and will not, 22229|For fear of hurting them, withhold his good-will. 22229|Thus welcome he shall be, for his welcome will help 22229|With a higher, nobler, kinder feeling than the heart 22229|And the world have no need of such one. 22229|And when he's gone, and all but gone withal, 22229|He, too, leaves not the heart that was his heart, 22229|But, having been with them, will go with them ere long 22229|Back to his own happy old native hills. 22229|He's gone--we have a sonnet for thee, 22229|Though thou art far away! 22229|Thy little boy shall be 22229|My darling, as thou dost belong. 22229|Thou hast been by my side 22229|When sorrow's brow did shadow thee; 22229|I have watched thy heart of old, 22229|And thou hast seen, too. 22229|Then come, my baby dear; 22229|I know I am not far-- 22229|Thy little boy, with eyes of blue, 22229|Will be my darling, as he should. 22229|The baby's his dear lil' hands, 22229|The mother's a pretty lady; 22229|But a bonny lass, with a cheek as blue 22229|As the sun is red, her is the fare. 22229|I've seen the baby, as he lay 22229|Beside his mother's rosy bed, 22229|I watched him to his bedside, as a boy 22229|I watched my babe to me! 22229|He'll wake at Christmas, my bonny lad! 22229|A little boy, and I'll be near; 22229|And I'll whisper, he is sleeping now, 22229|And his face no more I'll see. 22229|Then come, my bonny lad, as I have said, 22229|And bring some lilies at the hour: 22229|I'll put the mother before the child, 22229|And the babe before the mother. 22229|Oh! do I love thee like thy grandsire, 22229|That brought the gold ring from the East, 22229|That brought the robe from the far East, 22229|That brought the lily from the west. 22229|With thee, oh! be a little child, 22229|Like my grandsire,--oh! be a little man. 22229|As well may I my father greet 22229|As, like thy Grandsire, I'll greet thee. 22229|Oh, yes! I'll be a little boy 22229|As I grow into my youth, 22229|And my mother and my father, sweet-- 22229|(They are dead--alas! they are dead!) 22229|I'll take the water for the grass, 22229|And drink it up with milk, 22229|I'll drink the milk, I'll drink the water, 22229|And never think of any of them. 22229|As well may I my father greet 22229|As, like my grandsire, I'll greet thee. 22229|Oh, yes! I'll ride my bonny baby, 22229|Like my grandsire, across the snow, 22229|And see as well as hear as I do 22229|As he has done, I vow--well-- 22229|As they have done, do, if they can. 22229|Oh, yes! I'll have a little pony; 22229|As brave a horse as e'er was born, 22229|And he will trot ======================================== SAMPLE 31490 ======================================== 22382|"To thy seat again! to thy seat again! 22382|And to the battle again! and again!" 22382|the ancient Greeks, are all-perfect in all they say. Therefore, in all 22382|apparently. 22382|says, in the sixth Book of the Aeneid, that Aeneas was slain by 22382|Thus does the poet affirm that Homer himself 22382|"did sometimes affirm or suppose the words that to our ears 22382|of the ancient world. This argument is well founded, and no 22382|matter. 22382|admits. The old Greeks did not believe in the Divinity of the 22382|He is also here quoted by Horace, in his lines in which he says: 22382|"What, if we all and each of us, in our death, must go 22382|To the abyss of nothingness forever? Yet all 22382|believe in the Divinity of God." 22382|But even as the poet here shows the world's lack of faith, he 22382|And that I did not believe, as he should, I made me believe. 22382|For if the Gods would not exist, where shall our minds, where 22382|"But who is Anaxarete, who, having heard how much is said in 22382|thus far, was moved to weep?"--Iphigenia on Page 958. 22382|"But who is that Lycian maid who, having heard how much is 22382|In the first Book of the Iliad, when her husband's father dies, as I 22382|Herman sees at a distance; indeed, he sees nothing."--Mitford.] 22382|"And when he ceased, the river poured out water, like a glass 22382|"Thus didst thou go, good Atlas, on thy way 22382|Through the deep regions of the mighty dead." 22382|Aristophanes, Æpox, son of Thessalus, iii. iv. 48.] 22382|"A few short days more, and thou shalt see a king, even 22382|A king; and now thou shalt him behold." 22382|Thus did he tell what he had done, and made it manifest, in a 22382|character which the writers of the Ptolemies gave to him, as is, 22382|"Thus did he, to whose purple-litten breast 22382|A death-bed to Apollo brought, the heartiest mind, 22382|The swiftest runner, reach, at last, the gates of light; 22382|And he that first with me, the son of Jove, I went, 22382|Came first in Ithaca," thus began to speak, and the poet 22382|"Thus did she, of all her sisters, speak, and so 22382|Beloved of me Achilles, at the hearing of the voice, 22382|Saying: 'O sister mine! the first of the Phaeacians, 22382|Hearing now that thou and the Achaeans come, at once 22382|I know, in very truth it would appear to me;' 22382|And if she would not speak with me, and I wished to hear, 22382|The night would have passed away without a flaw, 22382|And the sun's face be in the water." 22382|This last couplet is in the first Book of the Æneid. It is a 22382|"Hear then, O son of Peleus, my son, my son! 22382|I will not that the warlike-minded one 22382|Should see me spoken of as sister to Jove." 22382|"He, not to come to grief, 22382|The gods shall never give him; but, the while 22382|That he shall live to fight, let him return 22382|Eumelus' offspring to his own country." 22382|character in our own time, the poet has shown that he would 22382|assert that some special excellence of the Spartan character was 22382|properly called the 'noble savage.'"] 22382|"But of all Iphicles' gallant ships, 22382|The Grecian ships with greatest pleasure sail; 22382|Their mighty crews and men are no more, 22382|And never more shall be, since they departed thence." 22382|"If thou art still alive, go, seek thou out 22382|A place of refuge, and thyself prepare ======================================== SAMPLE 31500 ======================================== 11014|_Hans Brakeborg_, "Be still" (I think), "be still" (_Ludovisi di Vesan_). 11014|O thou who long, yea, long hast desired for time to come a 11014|"_O han sorgede hanno an der ihm!_" (I think). 11014|"_Morgens ihr Vater von stille gerens in der Vater-hache_." 11014|"In the olden time, when it beched well 11014|From the king, the priestess of love's song, 11014|Then came here the poets' revelry, 11014|And the great revels of all joy and glee. 11014|"Now when the King has gone, or far away, 11014|Or the King hath set fair signs for us here, 11014|We shall sing again, we shall sing in glee, 11014|As of the olden time, for so it must." 11014|"_Et is' ich kaum der Bruegel, 11014|Er den hins Bildade 11014|Er hins Gestalt und Leben, 11014|Macherter, der Bruegel: 11014|Ihr voller sorgtestuellt, 11014|Ihr freundlich rotellt, 11014|Nom ersche Mittelaren 11014|Vor dem Wasser sagen; 11014|Ihr verwehlte nichtsend, 11014|Die Wasser schwimmt, 11014|Ihr voller sorgtestuellt. 11014|"As the king shall bid us sing, 11014|So shall we the Rhine-born poets sing; 11014|And of their glory sing that they were great. 11014|"For we in Stuttgart have a palace fair, 11014|And dine in splendid state, if what is said 11014|May be the music of their high estate; 11014|"And we, that were their subjects, still enjoy 11014|Their high patronage and their high esteem; 11014|"If what I write be aught but right, 11014|If their great works need our high praise, 11014|Let it be whispered, if we may, 11014|In the public way, and then!" 11014|The first, for whom I thank, is the writer of the following poem: 11014|"Das klingt von Bildade, die blaucht, 11014|Ihr haben so euch, so heut, 11014|Auf einer Tag, aus dem Wasser! 11014|Nun ist euch an uns das Herz! 11014|"Und wagt's geflügend zu lauten, 11014|Was es ist der Ruh', was es sprach ist. 11014|Und makt euch früher das Herz, 11014|Die Wasser dort nach euch glehn. 11014|"So wird's ist der vorliegende, 11014|Und schwein's ist der Vater, 11014|Die Ruh aus der heut ist, 11014|Die Herz mit den Erde meinem Meer zu frei." 11014|All this from the mouth of a beggarly man. 11014|"And do thou hear such music, O my God? 11014|'Tis the gods singing, and they tell it thee, 11014|But thou dost not listen, O my God! 11014|For the winds have swept it over, 11014|And the sun's bright shining, 11014|And a sea of light has stained and set it." 11014|I cannot go on with this poor poor piper, 11014|Who, having wandered over his own song, 11014|Can only learn from the sun not to go on. 11014|Then, as it were, I came here out of the void; 11014|And I said, "O spirit mine, 11014|Is the world really so strange, after all, 11014|That it should be thy way to forsake it?" 11014|The wind did come up, but it carried me asthin 11014|Like a wind that is tossing a cloud. 11014|And I said, "It is strange that I should leave ======================================== SAMPLE 31510 ======================================== 5186|Fills his mouth with honey soothes, 5186|Makes him laugh and chatter still, 5186|Lays he on his couch of snows, 5186|In the darksome Northland's prison, 5186|In the vast and dismal South! 5186|Woesome bride, alas! I sing, 5186|I condemn thee to the shackles, 5186|To the midnight gallows-tree, 5186|In the dismal Northland's dungeon, 5186|In the dismal Sawa-harbor, 5186|That thy tribe-folk thus may perish, 5186|Thus incur the fate of sinners, 5186|There for judgment thou may'st suffer; 5186|May the blue-voiced demon eat me, 5186|Feeding sparks upon my entrails, 5186|Thus consume my goodly members, 5186|Thus consume the sacred matron, 5186|May the death-doomed matron perish, 5186|Evil creator of her people! 5186|"Woe to Northland's ancestral titles, 5186|Woe to wretched Northland's crowns, 5186|Woe to womankind and kingdoms, 5186|Woe to womankind and kingdoms, 5186|To the people and to judges, 5186|Woe to young and old and physicians, 5186|Woe to all the wise and talented, 5186|To the judges and to magistrates; 5186|Thou wilt lose thy ancient honors, 5186|And the judges shall be hanged, 5186|Indeed the judges shall be hanged, 5186|Indeed the magistrates shall perish, 5186|Wainamoinen's people perish, 5186|All the wise and talented people, 5186|All the merry-making heroes, 5186|All the merry old men and maidens 5186|Dying one by one in numbers, 5186|Heard these piteous cries for mercy, 5186|Heard the wailing cries of prayer-silence. 5186|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5186|'What have I come to bring thee, pray-for, 5186|What I brought with me to death-land, 5186|What this crowd of woeful suffering, 5186|This attendant bird I bring thee? 5186|Thou shalt answer truthfully, 5186|Thou shalt declare thy mind sincerely, 5186|Thou shalt not mention aught beside, 5186|Thou shalt not tell a lie to me, 5186|Nor a lie tell to this happy pair 5186|At their wedding celebration, 5186|At the banquet-catered well-doings, 5186|At the well-trees and the fallows. 5186|Well the evergreen twigs are growing, 5186|Till the boughs are nine ells thick-stretching, 5186|Nine cubits long, and one-half long- 5186|Half full to hold the bridal gifts; 5186|Here the bride and bride-maidens cheering, 5186|Kids in arms, and flaxen bands, and kidlings, 5186|Children, too, with their little hands, 5186|Birds that only build their nests in, 5186|Butter-roses and box-fenuts; 5186|Many eggs the birdlings fly in, 5186|At the end of plowing the forest, 5186|Of the plains a plenty obtaining. 5186|Now the aged Wainamoinen 5186|Dwells with genial old age surrounded, 5186|In the never-pleasant territory, 5186|In the cold and never cheerful Northland, 5186|Pohyola's summer-house of linen, 5186|Bordered by the hills and mountains, 5186|Ever-garbage of a hundred summers; 5186|In this he found a refuge, 5186|Shelter in his long wanderings, 5186|Shelter in the panage ensemble, 5186|Shelter in the famous heroes, 5186|All the pyramids of Northland, 5186|All the palaces and dungeons, 5186|All the caverns cavern-furnished, 5186|Dug-ways and all the mead-masters, 5186|Dug-works and the long-ships' mooring. 5186| ======================================== SAMPLE 31520 ======================================== I'd give my life, my bread, my wife, 35402|My house, and all that's mine; 35402|And if I might find me three red stars 35402|On the white border of the sky, 35402|That would be all that's left me one night, 35402|One night, to follow the stars. 35402|I'd give my soul to learn of her 35402|Who sat under the lily tree: 35402|The white moon's shadow on the ground 35402|That had my heart touched like a bee: 35402|A pale star's light upon her hair, 35402|A lily flower on her breast. 35402|I'd give my body to have it so 35402|Her love should be clean and light. 35402|I'd give my heart to know she's there, 35402|And through all days that follow this, 35402|To love me with a loving heart, 35402|And hold me, if she live, dear. 35402|I'd give my flesh and soul to know 35402|I might love and be loved in her: 35402|But in her love the love grows cold, 35402|And I grow cold with her. 35402|I'll look and see, and if her soul 35402|Slept there, I shall die of shame. 35402|Ah, when we two meet, who will look? 35402|If she sat down at my side, 35402|And I looked up as I sat, who would look? 35402|But if she sat as she sat at thy feet, 35402|We would not even look at the flowers. 35402|Her kiss is sweet as the dew on the grass, 35402|Her mouth is like warm flowers in the morn; 35402|Her hair is like silver on the sun 35402|That shines between her breasts at noon. 35402|The ways are so lovely, no man may see them, 35402|No, not till she is there and he sees. 35402|When all the birds sang out of heaven at dawn, 35402|I went out through a golden gate; 35402|And all the golden gates of all men closed 35402|To me through a golden gate. 35402|With a voice in the night like a silver bell 35402|My song went on over the sea; 35402|It rang to the hills of the weary and poor, 35402|Who went to the gates of the dawn. 35402|Over the hills of the weary and poor 35402|The gates of the dawn began to cry; 35402|They turned and went down from the gates of the dawn, 35402|To hear the songs of the west. 35402|The golden gates of all men closed to me, 35402|They found me standing alone 35402|By a rose-leaf tree in the garden bare: 35402|The gate of all gates is only a rose-leaf tree, 35402|And nothing more. 35402|It was full moon, and in the moonlight sweet, 35402|There was a golden ring on the grass; 35402|Then a wind rose up from the westward, and stirred 35402|The flower of the red rose by the stream, 35402|And the gold of the gold-heaped flower-circle grew 35402|Up from the grass to the hill. 35402|O the gold of the gold-heaped flower-circle grown 35402|Up from the grass to the hill! 35402|My breath runs hot. 35402|I stand at her feet. 35402|My heart is wet. 35402|My skin is warm. 35402|My whole soul burns. 35402|For she loves me, 35402|Though my love be wild 35402|As the heat of fire. 35402|I know not how I feel. 35402|My body is strong. 35402|My heart is glad. 35402|My soul is glad. 35402|My hair is long. 35402|I will not fear. 35402|My feet go fast. 35402|I will not fear. 35402|My flesh is glad. 35402|My heart is glad. 35402|My eyes are glad. 35402|My breath is short. 35402|I will not fear. 35402|My heart is glad. 35402|My white body is glad. 35402|Love is like a ======================================== SAMPLE 31530 ======================================== 24605|For all the joy and light that life brings 24605|And for that dark, untutored world; 24605|For them who love no sun is gay, 24605|To view their hopes the night of death 24605|And look to be above despair. 24605|For them who strive to win their aim 24605|To be above the temptations 24605|Which tempt and defile them all, 24605|For them who walk with quiet feet, 24605|Their God to follow, and their soul 24605|To fill with love and joy, and make 24605|Their eyes so glad and glad above, 24605|A new-born joy in heaven restored, 24605|A joy for ever strong. 24605|'Neath yonder tree you can peruse 24605|Old books and pictures, which in front 24605|Are printed in its center strong; 24605|And while you to the trees you go, 24605|A voice of music in the air 24605|Proclaims its presence--'tis the same 24605|Who sung its songs for years of old. 24605|I often pray for happiness 24605|That so my life can ne'er be sad; 24605|But, when, a weary one, it grows 24605|And asks the heart with tears, 'tis true, 24605|Oh, think of the Angel of Death, 24605|And then in pain it calls, 'Feed on Me!' 24605|And from the tree there sounds a cry: 24605|'Feed on Me! Feed on Me!' so dreary! 24605|A voice replies, 'O, for one day, 24605|When God a little time ago 24605|Saw me, while on earth, in deep distress, 24605|How could He spare this man, so pure?' 24605|So pray you, God, that so your love 24605|Can feed on every tear and sigh, 24605|Then feed upon this man as well, 24605|And he may live as you have lived; 24605|And all the day the angels may sing. 24605|'Tis a fine fine time to be here, 24605|For 'tis the time of spring, 24605|And birds, they sing with joy, 24605|'Tis the time of summer here, 24605|And glad birds all do sing! 24605|'Tis the time when every tree 24605|And every bush and tree 24605|Is the flower of beauty strong, 24605|And all its branches are full 24605|Of sweet leaves and flowers, 24605|And every bush and bough, 24605|From oak to hemlock gay, 24605|Is blooming all the day, 24605|And every leaf and spray 24605|Is a fine color brought. 24605|'Tis the time of gladness here, 24605|And the sun in the morn, 24605|And a host of flowers are here 24605|To deck every tree; 24605|We may not do with less, 24605|They're so scarce, so few, 24605|The flowers of Christmas day, 24605|'Tis but a few more, 24605|Who have come to bless and cheer. 24605|'Tis a pleasant season here, 24605|For they say that Spring will last five hundred years; 24605|And when the snowflakes fall and the flowers bloom 24605|Their joy is infinite; it is indeed! 24605|Yet not so happy as we, who must 24605|Meet with disaster with the same 24605|Common-place or circumstance; 24605|For we get but little, as we stand, 24605|From our toil or stress of care; 24605|Or our labor and our trouble are, 24605|And I have often said or thought, 24605|That life could not be lived in vain. 24605|'Tis the sweet time of Christmas-day! 24605|'Tis the time of Christ-days' birth; 24605|And every voice and eye is bright 24605|With soft, sweet light of hope, 24605|And merry, sweet, and holy all 24605|By the Resurrection Day. 24605|'Tis the time of the blessed birth 24605|Of the Christ born in sorrow and fear, 24605|And the cruel wounds which he received ======================================== SAMPLE 31540 ======================================== 2294|And a thousand sweet things are the things 2294|Your love may have gone by; 2294|A thousand sweet things are the things 2294|You never shall know; 2294|And though their beauty be so much 2294|The world is weary of, 2294|There 's just one things that I 'd like, 2294|If you were there to know. 2294|But if you are lost, 2294|Lost forever, 2294|I seek your light below 2294|In your dark life below, 2294|In your dark heart above, 2294|In your dark heart below. 2294|And for a single hour, 2294|A single hour, 2294|I know that I 'm loved by you, 2294|And that you know me in all men, 2294|If a man know me here; 2294|If a man know me, I know 2294|That you know me here. 2294|Here in the sunshine, here in the sun, 2294|Here in the open air- 2294|Nothing is hidden in sight or sound, 2294|There 's nothing but the birds. 2294|All sounds alike, all sunlight alike, 2294|All birds, a perfect match, 2294|Are fluttering there at their wonderful flight, 2294|In the light and shade. 2294|Here in the sunshine, here in the sun, 2294|No bird is changed, no form is fled; 2294|Never is a bird of any order, 2294|Nor is a form in any place. 2294|When I first saw you first I was a boy-- 2294|Little, simple, shy, ashamed; 2294|I thought you were the flower of all Asia, 2294|The pride of all the world. 2294|You taught me love's strange lore, 2294|Lest I should hate my face, 2294|And then I found you were a woman, 2294|And loved you better than my soul! 2294|Yet now, I wonder why 2294|You were a boy in the first place; 2294|And now I 'm grown, a man with hopes and fears, 2294|And wishes, and regrets. 2294|What can I give you back, 2294|What can you give with one day to go? 2294|I have lived and died alone, 2294|I could not give you love like you. 2294|You have given me all you had, 2294|You have taken it all, and more; 2294|For a month you gave me life, 2294|And for more I had a home! 2294|You have given me your soul to keep 2294|And to use to what you will! 2294|To your great heart of love I give 2294|My soul here in your body. 2294|And, if I live in your spirit too, 2294|You shall be my soul and I, 2294|And when you and I are one, 2294|You and I again shall be! 2294|I am not old, yet the years creep 2294|About my heart like a cold night's shadow, 2294|I am not old, yet never-ending. 2294|The years came and went, you were always by 2294|At matins and at dawn's first gleam; 2294|I too am young, and still the years glint 2294|About my heart like a cold night's shadow. 2294|I am not old, yet the years creep 2294|About my heart like a cold night's 2294|And the young years come and go, 2294|And I cannot tell what they mean. 2294|For still the young years wait to catch me, 2294|In vain for days I wait to count the hours, 2294|Waiting for you to come and see, 2294|Or for me to come and bring, 2294|For ever to wait, for ever wait. 2294|How shall we keep the long vigil, 2294|And keep the day that is to be? 2294|I have come to you with a love too great for hope, 2294|I have come to you to look upon a night, 2294|The night is growing dark and dark for me, 2294|And I come not to look, I have come to you, 2294|A ======================================== SAMPLE 31550 ======================================== 937|But still I heard, not a breath; 937|And then I prayed; but the great heaven 937|Was silent, and the angels 937|Were there, and with white wings 937|Did look out over the starry sky; 937|And a cry of triumph, then, 937|Was heard in my heart, but it was not a wail. 937|A little after noon 937|A little boy lay down to sleep 937|In his bed at the end of the floor. 937|The child was small and warm 937|And slept so sound, 937|The Father of mankind 937|Lay by him so, 937|When, one morn in April, 937|The Mother came back from church, 937|And found the little boy asleep, 937|With only the Father of mankind 937|For comfort and with light. 937|Oh! never had that glad event 937|Beheld the Father of mankind 937|Lay by such children in need! 937|So lay the boy -- the loving father, 937|So lay the Mother and the child; 937|But the Father of mankind 937|Lay by with pale and pensive brow. 937|The little sleeping worldling's eyes 937|Are closed in slumber deep and deep: 937|The Father of mankind 937|Is laid on him so pure and white. 937|Then, from the heart of every man, 937|A voice of prayer 937|(Yet no one hears it, no one heeds); 937|And a song of joy 937|(It rings in every soul); 937|And a great joy is heard, 937|From every man and woman round about 937|That layeth his head on the bosom 937|That to the mother is lying. 937|The blessed Father of mankind 937|Is lying on every one; 937|And the Mother and child are lying 937|In a far village of the world. 937|For that mother and child are in the land, 937|And that little one is near the land, 937|And the world has gone astray 937|In the world of the dark. 937|And you, little children, are still here 937|And the little one is resting 937|By the bosom of the home, 937|In the land where his brothers and sisters 937|Held him dear. 937|And there comes back to the loving Father 937|All the joy of childhood; 937|And the Mother and little children 937|Are weeping at the lonely, lonely 937|Far-off village-gleam. 937|In that town we never found, 937|Where he dwelt, 937|Is a boy for years, 937|But he is a stranger to the land -- 937|But he is a child. 937|And he is all broken-hearted, 937|With a broken-hearted mother, 937|And she is crying tears of sadness, 937|Of a sad, tender heart. 937|The world has gone out to sea 937|Where we never found it; 937|And where he left us they have turned from us 937|And scattered us away. 937|But when we came back at last, 937|We found him here; 937|And he knows, though they shall never find him, 937|That there was never a home on earth 937|But some little home in heaven 937|That he knew of. 937|They say there lives a little man 937|Who goes by his name; 937|And they watch him in the dark and wail 937|That little man is near. 937|He is so lonely, so lonely, 937|For he is lost to all; 937|He cannot call for his mother, 937|He cannot sing for his dear, 937|But the night is darker and gloomier 937|And the rain is louder and wilder 937|And the thunder has come. 937|And when he dies -- and if he dies 937|It must come here -- 937|Oh! the night is darker and wilder 937|And the rain is heavier 937| ======================================== SAMPLE 31560 ======================================== 10493|That you're a great, little baby too; 10493|And this old thing, you “boy” I” like, 10493|Because the hair on ’em ’s so curly. 10493|But still when all ’em went down my throat, 10493|I’d say “You’re a great little girl too!” 10493|Now this is not a poem, 10493|But I’ll try my best to tell 10493|Things that a young man will like. 10493|A young man is not afraid 10493|Of anything on earth 10493|So we’ll go and take a walk, 10493|And see if something’s amiss. 10493|They are standing on the top of a hill so high, 10493|They’re going to their father’s house that stands so near, 10493|But they can hear that little bird a-calling far below. 10493|That little bird a-calling to me, my dear, my dear. 10493|How fast you went, mother, I never saw you go so fast. 10493|You are fast asleep, my baby dear, I am so sorry. 10493|Mother, mother mother, if you’d known just how much it meant to me, 10493|You’d have cried and let me come and kiss the ring on your finger. 10493|Here’s a gold chain, father, and there’s two pairs of shoes you have got, 10493|The father’s old, but kind hands I wish I’d them too, please. 10493|Here’s a toy log to hold your finger, what’s so little to me? 10493|A toy log, my dear, father, and what’s to do with the little log? 10493|How glad you are of your father and mother, and what for? 10493|I won’t go, dear father, but I’d like for to say good-bye. 10493|I won’t go, dear father, my dear, but I wish my best to you. 10493|Mother, mother mother, if you had but known just how much it meant, 10493|I wouldn’t have come, dear father, but I’d like for to say good-bye. 10493|Mother! mother! mother! mother! the door is thrown open, mother; 10493|Oh! they come, they come, to take me away; the sun is up, they 10493|are out, they hurry through the village for me, 10493|I wish no one could take me so far, so far away. 10493|They are coming, they are coming, 10493|You see their faces, you must not weep, 10493|When all the world must mourn in mourn. 10493|The sun’s down, and the sun’s down, 10493|And the stars with their red and white 10493|And red hair they sport to see. 10493|The sun’s down, and the sun’s down, 10493|The cold stars their bodies did hide, 10493|The dark dew is in the grass. 10493|A white man’s mother, 10493|A white man’s step-father 10493|We’ll come back, and meet again. 10493|She’d heard her little brother cry, 10493|He’d come to say farewell. 10493|He’d said that he liked his step-sister 10493|So well, he’d never come nigh. 10493|He’s sent for me, mother dear, 10493|I’ll try to cheer his heart. 10493|O, Mother, mother, my step-son 10493|Has gone a-hunting to war. 10493|His step-mother says he’ll come back 10493|With no more trouble made. 10493|O, mother, mother, 10493|Why must you cry in sorrow 10493|Because you can not find a home 10493|For darling little stepsister. 10493|The little girl that I love 10493|Will be here, her dear step-mother, 10493|To take me to where she lives. 10493|And where my stepsister lives, O listen, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 31570 ======================================== 16265|You shall know a man for ever? 16265|If you live long and prosper, 16265|You'll be God's little angel 16265|Who will make the angels sing. 16265|You shall know a bird for ever, 16265|If you sing long and are wise, 16265|You will grow to be the great 16265|Saviour of souls all golden. 16265|You shall know an hour for ever, 16265|If you love long and brave, 16265|It will be the Angel's way 16265|To know the moment e'er and ever. 16265|If you are wise and never sayn 16265|One good word that is not true, 16265|But stare through your door forever 16265|And never leave it arrears-- 16265|When you are old and in grey 16265|Will you be the Angel's son, 16265|And will you love a woman true-- 16265|And will you tell her of the hour? 16265|For I would not make Love's little tree 16265|A temple and a mart, 16265|Nor crown its buds with stars and stripes,-- 16265|'Twere vain and useless strife-- 16265|'Twill still be called of human love 16265|The tree of life 16265|And the seed of wisdom! 16265|Though you should grow to be an oak 16265|And never turn to a pine, 16265|Yet--to God be it sinned or prayed! 16265|That very night you might-- 16265|That day and the next-- 16265|You would be "breathed out of the sky" 16265|From out the ground; 16265|A golden flower, white and still-- 16265|The very image of Love's grace 16265|That made the earth 16265|Tinge God's green earth 16265|Until there lived within it 16265|The living blue. 16265|And your soul would surely know, 16265|For Love loves its own fruit 16265|And will not put it on its stems 16265|That should be 16265|The tree by which it grows! 16265|The only god I know of, Lord of the earth 16265|And the winds, and the lightnings, and the thunder, and the rain, 16265|Of the little green men and the big black thunder 16265|Of the angels and the ferns and the rocks--and the sky! 16265|He is mine 16265|For a perfect trust 16265|Whose skies are pure as a maiden's eyes are pure, 16265|And his sun 16265|Shines fair in all the daffodils that I have plucked 16265|Because they look at him and are glad as I; 16265|Who, never afraid of anything he may see, 16265|Flaunts up his little banner without fear of a mistake, 16265|Just a banner that's bright 16265|Because it's fair, 16265|And the sun will stand 16265|Though I throw it in the air with glee. 16265|Then when I can hear him in the forest and brake 16265|In the woods-- 16265|He will be 16265|Sitting in his throne, 16265|His bed with the boughs 16265|Of the trees that twine and twine about his head-- 16265|Sitting and singing 16265|To the glad 16265|Boughs that are bent and swell and sway and sway 16265|The gold that the leaves around him twine and twine-- 16265|Sitting and singing 16265|To the glad 16265|Boughs that are bent and swell and sway! 16265|When he comes home from a journey he makes the birds sing. 16265|I will come 16265|By the light of his star, 16265|When he returns from a long trip-- 16265|That he loves me-- 16265|That he loves me-- 16265|That I must do, 16265|That I must do, 16265|For his sake-- 16265|For his sake, 16265|And his sake. 16265|When the evening is over I wait for him there 16265|In the dark, like a candle under the boughs-- 16265|While the leaves grow dark in the branches and the rain 16265|Pl ======================================== SAMPLE 31580 ======================================== 841|And every flower she put a rose in. 841|And she put her hand in her darling's and took all away. 841|So, after a time, there came a change to her lover's mood, 841|But he never found a soul, and he never found a way. 841|And she sat in the garden weeping bitterly, 841|And I heard her sobbing, "I was all that God had planned." 841|But his heart to me was more tender than a little flower, 841|And he sang such a low and sorrowful song to me. 841|For, after a time, her heart in his heart was to her, 841|And his eyes were like flowers and tender with the love of her. 841|Now, she's in the forest watching me, with flowers in her eyes . . . 841|And I know that she's thinking, "If I'd been by his side, 841|I might have loved that poor girl now who died for me!" 841|For all the time I say "Yes!"--all the night and day 841|I say "Yes!" and the dawn comes in with stars to light. 841|For all the time it's "Yes!!" and for all the ways of birth 841|I say "Yes! Yes! O sweet love! I will be a man!" 841|And once you told me--I have heard you oft before, 841|Yet never again was it true as I have heard you tell. 841|I heard you once say, "I will love you, I will love you all my life." 841|For what would you have I, if I could love, what would I have? 841|You say I love not men, and if that's the truth you're mad, 841|And I would rather marry young girls than love them all my life. 841|But, in the world's sight, what would you have I, what do I care? 841|If I would work the whole day long 841|I say "I-am" to you, 841|You say "I-will" when I have paid the whole day's debt 841|And give your heart up mine. 841|To-night, as I walk alone 841|By the old garden-path, 841|I suddenly find myself 841|Who knew me when we knew each other 841|In our own old way. 841|You are moving and speaking now, 841|And I know that you will love me. 841|Oh, what would you have I, if I could love, what do I care? 841|If I have strength to love, what would you have, what have you to do? 841|A child, perhaps, would be better, 841|Or a man who had lost the head 841|Of a woman whom he loved not, 841|Or a poet who had found no muse 841|But a girl, 841|If I could be 841|Some day a child, or a man who loved not, 841|And just had had enough 841|To make him wish he could die, 841|Or a poet who had met a muse 841|No more, 841|Or a man who was happy, 841|In being happy. 841|There is no rest for us two 841|In the world and its shades. 841|Yet there is a little time, 841|A little time for dreams, 841|And we two would give it all, 841|And do it wholly. 841|But you never have given a thought 841|Or a thought of the world. 841|Never on a morning when the stars were out 841|Came a ray of light, 841|But when you were sleeping 841|In your dreams for ever. 841|Then never a ray of light on a bright day came. 841|You have forgotten how to give thought to me, 841|Or a ray of sunlight of love, 841|Or a little hour for a dream. 841|Even so, even so! We have the little time. 841|We'll not give thought to the world. 841|For there must be times as dreams 841|And times as dreams of love, 841|Or we never shall give thought to the world. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 31590 ======================================== 27297|And there the great God heard all that is said. 27297|She had no soul who looked upon her eyes, 27297|The earth she knew with tenderness. 27297|But what is written on the Book of Fate is 27297|A truth, and one of infinite ill; 27297|The man is dead. 27297|The man is dead! O God, he is not dead! 27297|'Tis written, and no man can make 27297|His life yet better than it was before. 27297|But all alike that he has done is done 27297|In vain, in vain! and the man's not he, 27297|That hath done this thing. 27297|He is not dead. 27297|His word is on the lips of men to-day. 27297|He must not rest when men have said, 27297|"He hath done this thing," and the great God's love 27297|That sent him here for aye has made his life 27297|One of unending toil on the road of the years, 27297|Whereby men know him; and if God may be kind, 27297|He shall be good, and his great name shall pass 27297|On to the next man. 27297|He is not dead! 27297|He is not dead! O God, not wholly dead 27297|But sleeping in the sweet seclusion 27297|Of the eternal nest, when men would pray 27297|For strength that no man knows. 27297|Nay, nay, it is not even so. For this 27297|Is the last man's voice--the last man's tear, 27297|The last man's heart that ever has been fed, 27297|Or the last man's voice. 27297|O Death, thou art a truth, a freedom sweet, 27297|That is but one half of our great soul's deep need; 27297|A shadow, yet a part of the great pain 27297|That only thou canst know, and give. 27297|The soul that is all love, but feels it's known, 27297|And is alone, alone. 27297|O Death, thou art a freedom that is found 27297|In thee and in the night, a truth divine, 27297|Made of dark night. 27297|The soul that sleeps, it would not sleep alone, 27297|But go beneath the light of thy wings, 27297|To where the perfect soul lives, and must die 27297|To be renewed anew. 27297|O Death, thou art a truth, a great light, 27297|As dark as truth can be. 27297|The deepest hour of all the great world's ways, 27297|The holiest hour of morning and eve, 27297|When stars rise and set; 27297|O Death, thou art a liberty divine, 27297|And thy free name is Love. 27297|_'Twas on the midnight of earth; he heard 27297|The sound of music, softly, softly, 27297|Which once had stirred his soul with dreams 27297|He passed, and knew not the strange night 27297|Had found its way, nor the strange hours 27297|That thralled his troubled sleep. 27297|But, when the day began to break 27297|Upon the lonely hillside, 27297|From that black rock he heard a cry, 27297|And saw a burning sky; 27297|For, like a spirit, he drew near, 27297|The old man saw his light. 27297|The great blue moon was a burning stone 27297|A light in that far sky, 27297|He saw her shine and he saw her stir 27297|So low. 27297|And the great stars were his soul's own sight, 27297|The sky, the dead night's own sight, 27297|He saw. 27297|And the earth was alive, and the sun 27297|Was lighting him anew; 27297|But in the twilight the old man looked 27297|And found 27297|That he was dead; and that there was only the white moon 27297|And the lone hill. 27297|For life is bound with that awful chain, 27297|And, while the night is bright, 27297|In the dawn's clear light the life he kept, 27297|The life unspent, is bound. 27297| ======================================== SAMPLE 31600 ======================================== 1279|The jibbering and plying gipsy's pelf 1279|As gilt as e'er did metal seem, 1279|And grog is aye the pride of flesh, 1279|But aye as blithe as the gipsies. 1279|While life's sweet, yet tender its sweets, 1279|When friends around us are standing by 1279|For counsel, advice, or for roun'-- 1279|A friend is our hope, and trust, and come, 1279|To laugh or weep with us at this hour-- 1279|To weep if the mood succeeds! 1279|I've seen thee in my day 1279|To such a wond'rous length of tongue, 1279|Thou couldst not have the heart to lie, 1279|And make a liar of thyself. 1279|The maidens the while 1279|Their heads to curls are turn'd, and sing, 1279|As light as the light-plane. 1279|But thou hast made a cheat-- 1279|The fair one took thee for the flower; 1279|The maidens their lover, they cry, 1279|A fool thou hast been; 1279|And each takes him for the true man, 1279|And each sings as light as a feather. 1279|The wind blows, and thou art left to weep,-- 1279|The maidens laugh at thy woe. 1279|Thou art not what thou wert, 1279|For if in truth thou wert the flower, 1279|Laden with woe would have been the wind! 1279|A fool thou art; as a bird thou art, 1279|The maidens are the wreath that withers thee. 1279|Oh! had she rather been the bird, 1279|Nor wearied the clime so dreary; 1279|When the youth is full of youth, 1279|The dame's the wreath that withers him. 1279|The dearest, sure, is he 1279|Who least can please and most can vex; 1279|No woman, no; 1279|Whom fate's sharpest frowns can move: 1279|That man the sharpest frowns mends; 1279|Who leav'st life for fame, in vain. 1279|No woman but would meet 1279|A man so faithful to the rule 1279|Of purity and innocence: 1279|He tells her so;--in short, 1279|She will believe him. 1279|No woman but would meet 1279|So chaste, so pure, so fair a queen 1279|That he, from off the breast, might shield 1279|Herself from her unlettered mind, 1279|From every foreign alloy: 1279|In short, she would agree, 1279|He would be she. 1279|Yes, she consents;--in short, 1279|He tells her, in short. 1279|And yet she mends--her bliss 1279|And her own, at least, is undefiled. 1279|He who confides in her, 1279|Will never pass for her lord; 1279|For though no more he seem, 1279|She loves him, loves him still. 1279|Yes, she's content with him, 1279|As he loves her, as he should. 1279|For in truth, howe'er untrue, 1279|She does still praise him:--yea, the more! 1279|A man, whose mind and body are 1279|So well supplied with means; 1279|Which, being used, do enjoy, 1279|And can be thanked for thanks: 1279|A man, whose wealth and plume of time 1279|Forgotten very much. 1279|Whate'er can call for blame, 1279|His state may well command;-- 1279|And he is such the while, 1279|Whom fortune in turn may change 1279|To fortune's scorn. 1279|Yes, he's content with him, 1279|If he but have his way; 1279|And his own hand may be a link 1279|That binds another man. 1279|And all things to their end 1279|Commixed by equal laws. 1279|O Thou who, ======================================== SAMPLE 31610 ======================================== 38520|In the midst of a storm, that he had seen, 38520|When clouds and the sea came in against him,-- 38520|Where once a nobleman's name we chanted 38520|Ruggedly, and bravely, and proudly, 38520|And we all shouted to our hero, 38520|And kissed the hoary head upon it, 38520|Till in his grave a laurel grew. 38520|But it was not thus with his grave; 38520|A moment, his name dropped from them; 38520|The next, he rose up in his wrath, 38520|And held the hand that was pressed from him, 38520|As one holds in his fury a foe, 38520|And stalks toward a place of cover. 38520|Aye, in a moment the warrior went 38520|With all his deeds, from the battle to, 38520|From the fighting to the parting; 38520|Still the hand that was pressed from him 38520|Was pressed now from spot and from goal. 38520|He was here the man of the fight, 38520|In the battle, in the parting; 38520|He came now to the goal afar, 38520|Now to the goal within his heart. 38520|From the earth, from the grave, a glory, 38520|From all spheres, a golden stream, 38520|Linger with us; and we who walk alone 38520|In our earth's great beauty may hear 38520|The voice of the golden stream. 38520|In the morning of life 38520|I dreamed of things I may not tell thee, 38520|Things that a man may not undertake, 38520|Truly fulfilling, a secret must keep. 38520|Stern as the storm and bright as the sun 38520|Is life's morning, and to it we cling; 38520|Yet, oh, the dearest time of the year, 38520|Sweetest, must be the quiet hour! 38520|The heart we used to keep so close to us, 38520|We find but too late,--the secret hidden 38520|Its light in the shadow of other days. 38520|Yet in the quiet after-glow, 38520|How sweet the image of things not here, 38520|The sound of this world awaking, 38520|That tells us that we are not alone-- 38520|Ah, what would we give to know! 38520|Life's story is but a rumour, 38520|A phrase--and a fadeless phrase, 38520|And we can tell no more than we learn,-- 38520|The secrets of our lives we choose to feel. 38520|The sun will shine on thee, my love, 38520|And the air be sweet with the wind, 38520|The sea and the earth will all be still, 38520|And the world, and thy passion, be gone; 38520|The skies will not see as they used to, 38520|Though the stars could never be dark; 38520|Then let us make no pause of play, 38520|Till the sun shines on thee, love, and play is over. 38520|Thou who hast grown great 38520|With the great thy face, 38520|Must we grow like that? 38520|And must we be so weak 38520|That the sun goes down? 38520|As the sun will rise and set, 38520|And still be 38520|A face to cry out 38520|Though all heaven be black? 38520|My love, my love! 38520|Hearken to the winds that sigh 38520|As they pass the bars 38520|Of the oak trees that bend above you, 38520|And whose leaves 38520|Are made of a softer fire 38520|Than the heart ever knew, 38520|And for those soft, soft leaves 38520|The woodlands are rich in fragrance. 38520|And the birds of the hill 38520|Mock their white wings on those still leaves: 38520|There are spirits of sighs 38520|Fluttering there for you, 38520|And the sighs that drift so still 38520|Trouble the breath of their air. 38520|Thou shalt be silent to me 38520|For all those words that are spoken; 38520|No more shalt thou let me see 385 ======================================== SAMPLE 31620 ======================================== Aye! an'en the sun shiverin' 38877|Like a leetle starrer leetle bit 38877|'Pon the grey hills o' the sea; 38877|An' whahl we've a' nae bed to spare, 38877|An' ane-an's wark it's "Coorde lawd!" 38877|An' whahl I've got aft hae run 38877|Wi' a' my mates, off we gang; 38877|An' whahl it's "Coorde lawd oud!" 38877|I've got a bit o' mammy too: 38877|She whahl's at my knee; 38877|An' whahl nae joy, 38877|An' nicht sic a kiss 38877|That e'er on me fell she gave 38877|Her dear old lad. 38877|I'll wed 'im when I'm o'ero; 38877|But I'll ne'er marry whahl I mear, 38877|For life in weddin' is peaceable 38877|An' leet leet leet; 38877|But if the fause that ails ye may, 38877|An' we hae lang awa', 38877|I'll wed the Fyfe o' Dandmoor, 38877|For her gude brown corn 38877|In Dandaloo. 38877|O' nights when I am snug abed 38877|My mammy sings, an' maks her bed, 38877|But dandled by me none shall wake, 38877|For I'm the only thing to sleep. 38877|I like to sleep wi' nae bairn on my knee; 38877|The wind is in the e'en, and blaws a' o'erhead; 38877|And on the hills I love to lie, the straw-built cart: 38877|An' when the e'enin's blaws, I like to sleep 38877|On the hills by the broomy woods of the Fyfe. 38877|An' when I am waked up by the e'enin fair, 38877|An' mornin' len's a mile sae far awa', 38877|I wanton frae my bed on the hills aye, 38877|For the Fyfe's a far, far awa'. 38877|When it's my mammy's nae muckle time, I'll be snug abed; 38877|An' on my lap, wi' a blanket and a flossle sae wide, 38877|I like to sleep wi' nae bairn on my lacie sae wide. 38877|O! the hills are like a fire sae bonie an' blithe, 38877|Wi' the red an' the whiteness o' the heather; 38877|They're like the bathers the maukin wi' the ewe bears she lags, 38877|Wi' their love an' their beauty, an' for they dwell 38877|Right in the bosom o' the Fire-child Jura. 38877|The hills are like a fire sae bonie an' blithe, 38877|Whaur Hal o' the Foal is stourin' the corn: 38877|He's got the foughten plain, an' he's got the laddies white, 38877|As the yaird-boy wi' his brats in the stour. 38877|Wi' a blinder aith, an' a fatter aith, 38877|His brats an' his brabooms, he's tak' the lead; 38877|While awa a wee hill down the road does tak' the place 38877|Whaur the bonie Lass comes o'er the meadow, 38877|And the hale ploughmen come to workin' on the plain 38877|Whaur the old gray man lives on aneath the wee thistle-tree. 38877|Aye, the hills are like a fire, an' the hills like a flame, 38877|And the hills are like the ghosts that come frae a' the fire, 38877|They flicker an' they spark, there's naebody nae left to turn; 38877|There's aye the cauldest kye for a' the warst, 38877|And aye the f ======================================== SAMPLE 31630 ======================================== 26333|He was a handsome, young man, 26333|With a goodly figure and great eyes, 26333|He had a kind face and a noble air. 26333|I loved to see the gleam of his curls, 26333|For the boyish charm that he had played with, 26333|But one thing his eyes would not endure 26333|Was a feathery crown above his nose. 26333|His friends and relatives all cried out, 26333|And at last a wealthy banker friend, 26333|Who had known and loved him longer than he, 26333|Called the banker's daughter, Violet, 26333|And she said: "Your father is wealthy, 26333|And knows all this, but his present joy 26333|Is all his youth, and Violet must come." 26333|Violet smiled. She went to the shop 26333|And bought for seven thousand three hundred sequins. 26333|She put them in white bags, and then threw them in the air. 26333|And the tears came, one after one, 26333|As she looked at them and wondered what it all meant. 26333|About a week passed on and I saw her again, 26333|But she had lost her home and everything but her eyes. 26333|Her mother came to see her in great anguish, 26333|And her eyes were blind with sorrow and tears and sobs. 26333|Her father was a poor beggar man, 26333|And she wondered if he could understand 26333|The dear black girl who had suffered so. 26333|But he said, "I hope you will understand 26333|What this letter means: they say they love you." 26333|'Twas after eight o'clock at night, 26333|As we were waking from our dream, 26333|And we heard the whirring of a chains 26333|As we opened the door for her. 26333|I saw a shapeless phantom shape 26333|Go floundering round and round. 26333|I stopped and stared, then started up, 26333|For on the other side,--yes, this-- 26333|A rich man stood with light in his eyes, 26333|And softly, tremulously, 26333|His voice crooned, "I have no love. 26333|"But I can love, if such you require." 26333|I gazed into his eyes, for well I knew 26333|No soul would be forgotten, 26333|So I sighed, "My friend, can you forgive 26333|The one you did so much injure?" 26333|The other was a man, of course, 26333|And he said, "What think you? I could forgive? 26333|Indeed I can, and so might you." 26333|I bowed my head; his words I heard 26333|As echo from some long-forgotten shore, 26333|And, sighing, I began to say, 26333|I had no feelings of my own. 26333|And so it was,--so it was, 26333|Our love was more than name on name, 26333|And I could not love you here 26333|That you might not love another. 26333|She went to her father's place of worship 26333|With never a prayer, or a word of praise, 26333|For the simple reason that she could not find 26333|The love-chanting angel that her heart desired. 26333|That was well when the sun shone warm 26333|As it were in the land of the morning, 26333|And the perfume of the flowers was sweet, 26333|And in the village the people were gay. 26333|But the rain in the evening fell fast, 26333|And the rain in the day was pouring wild, 26333|And the chapel of the village lay covered 26333|With dust that was black as molten lead, 26333|And in the lonely church the children played, 26333|And the bell was heard to ring at parting, 26333|And the bell was heard to answer well. 26333|It might have been that she had no heart, 26333|No passionate passion, for a great love, 26333|Yet all the while the sadness in her breast 26333|Seemed to grow more and more intense. 26333|There was a silence fell on the house, 26333|A soft and solemn darkness fall'n on 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 31640 ======================================== 2150|The King of Heav'n; and if the Lord his purpose 2150|Was to destroy us all in an evening shock, 2150|It soon should be in battle: but he hath need 2150|Of his own rod to save him. Let him go now 2150|And take his son to him, and the rest remain 2150|What Heav'n may give: who knows if such a will 2150|May ever be obey'd?" He said, and turn'd 2150|Adown the streamlet. The old wanderer felt 2150|A second impulse, and uprose alone, 2150|And stood before the stone Altar, and look'd 2150|In the face of Hercules, who him addressed, 2150|And thus the King of Heav'n, to whom all turn'd 2150|With reverence due, he answer'd mild and gracious. 2150|"A man's rod has a life after his use, 2150|But fadeth out with use. Hercules, thou know'st, 2150|In former times, thou hadst a son by whom 2150|Thy father did not part for twenty years. 2150|Now he hath pass'd away, thou may'st have praise, 2150|But thou art poor and poor. I have a son; 2150|Go therefore, seek him out, and his loved head 2150|With thine own eyes prove thee. Let him live, 2150|And give thee for his sire a second son, 2150|A son whom thou may'st honour, and by name 2150|This child reverenceably call thee thy son." 2150|The stone Altar stood before him there. 2150|He look'd in front, and saw the child as ripe 2150|And fair as fair, though he himself were dead. 2150|And so the mighty King of Heav'n replied. 2150|"If he indeed must call me his son, 2150|My noble son, as I am, let him choose 2150|The fairest, since the others are not there. 2150|Come thou, and take thine own Son, and prove 2150|By every family proof how fair a boy 2150|My own, how good, how comely, and how sweet 2150|His Mother must have been. In her life, if she 2150|Made him her own, what care I for her son?" 2150|Thus having said, he sat him down again, 2150|For that he had no pen or ink's implement. 2150|And Hercules, when there luring him was found, 2150|Lived in his Father's house from hope of change. 2150|Then to the King of Heav'n said Hermes, 2150|"Great King, this Child to thee has more been giv'n 2150|Than all the best of kings; I thank thee, King, 2150|That as to him I know thee so to know; 2150|So far as this thy wisdom with my wit 2150|Hath far exceed'd us both; and I confess 2150|A deep surprise! such gifts as thine as thine 2150|I dare not hope to bring thee again, 2150|Myself or any of thine: but if it be 2150|That thou hast given me, or my soul ordain'd 2150|My body to be thine, let the good Lord God 2150|Keep it as He will, and give it thee again." 2150|Thereat the Lord appeased was, and the King 2150|Rejoic'd, and gave it him again, and said. 2150|"And if my soul ordain'd it, then give it me; 2150|And give with faith to thy gracious will, 2150|That my death so be profan'd as mine eyes 2150|May now be open'd, and I may no more 2150|Be slain for love of any man or day, 2150|But leave thine altar, and approach thine eyes." 2150|Thus he: and King Apollo straight began: 2150|"Apollo! ever-honour'd, honour'd name! 2150|Thou best of all the Gods, that doest all, 2150|And hearken while I record what first Heav'n 2150|Confin'd against the world, from all the host 2150|Of air-companied creatures brought, and round ======================================== SAMPLE 31650 ======================================== Away! away! away! 23455|The sky is like a velvet bed; 23455|The very clouds are silver and silk; 23455|They stand upon their heads, and wait 23455|To be caressed by lovers' hands. 23455|The birds are all on pins and needles; 23455|But they sing sweetest when they're torn 23455|Of their dear little hearts by lovers. 23455|It's a great, big love! how long 23455|It takes so much coaxing! 23455|What if I say you love me, 23455|Would you think you could not keep-- 23455|All your sweetest lines I'll trim; 23455|But when I'll have you come to-night 23455|I'll kiss your little feet. 23455|My father he was fat, 23455|My mother was white as white could be; 23455|But he was always kind to me, 23455|And I wish him very much-- 23455|What should I do with such a child? 23455|There were three jolly cats, 23455|Each had a name; 23455|I saw them at noon-day, 23455|I saw them at night. 23455|In a lane all dark 23455|Where the moon rose gray, 23455|The cats came out in the night 23455|And hid themselves. 23455|The moon looked down and saw 23455|The little cats in a row, 23455|And he laughed and he shook his head 23455|As if he were awry. 23455|"A cat's a cat, and I'll be 23455|A cat," said I. 23455|That night, they all hid, 23455|And the moon looked down and saw 23455|The little cats in a row, 23455|And shook his head as if he were 23455|Awry. 23455|His lips, when they saw me, 23455|So blythely smiled; 23455|But, as soon as the morning, 23455|Their merry faces looked red! 23455|And no cat e'er came nigh 23455|Nor kitten went home to bed 23455|That night. 23455|I loved with a true love 23455|How your footstep fell 23455|On the path afore me, 23455|In the night;-- 23455|There was neither moon nor star 23455|When I first took hold 23455|On the hand of a maid, 23455|But all the dark lay on me 23455|When the world grew dim 23455|With our parting! 23455|In your eyes she smiled,-- 23455|But I had to look on you 23455|For a token. 23455|And you spoke with a smile 23455|I could see at glance 23455|The old brown hand of his 23455|Holding your hand, 23455|And my heart was overjoyed 23455|When you spoke! 23455|That's why a maid's hand 23455|It was my own! 23455|It is the little footstep which 23455|When he entered, he could not go without! 23455|He will come out into the light 23455|And will not have his breakfast with me, 23455|For his breakfast is not a mite out of sight! 23455|How can the flowers bloom in the sweet air 23455|When he is away? 23455|"I will lie in my cot by the sea, 23455|Like an unknown sea flower, 23455|And I will watch for him across the sand, 23455|While he goes 'round with the ship." 23455|So I will lie. 23455|The little foot is so very small 23455|That if you caught it without, 23455|It would sparkle in your hand in vain 23455|With the gold that it would shine like. 23455|I'll think that I am a little flower 23455|That is just hiding in your hand-- 23455|For you can never tell what will come 23455|When he crosses the desert! 23455|If I should go, I think it well-nigh wise 23455|That I should know if he would come, 23455|And come when his life-days ended, 23455|Because I loved him so. 23455|He does not love ======================================== SAMPLE 31660 ======================================== Achilles with the sword: 7122|And then he took the signet ring 7122|And as a token gave himself over to the Queen, 7122|For he had sworn to be so, till he a new sword had. 7122|The Queen, who saw the oath was very grievous to pay, 7122|Frowned sadly, and when she had made it, looked in his face; 7122|And then she said, "He must return, if such his choice; 7122|We take the dead man's body in our own possession." 7122|Then up and spoke him, crying, "Peace, let me in, 7122|If there be any one who loves me." When you have found him 7122|We take him in, and so we make his home our own; 7122|So he may have good prospects for future years-- 7122|But one must work, and so must take his share, 7122|And be content to work when so you choose. 7122|In faith, no wonder that he chose to work 7122|When his dear wife was gone from him in the cause; 7122|For he longed for life, and so would gladly work, 7122|He could not see that she was right or wrong. 7122|He longed for riches, and he longed for power, 7122|And so would gladly work when he was called to do 7122|The most that he was able to do with his skill, 7122|Unless 'twere his duty to take from her hand 7122|The gold he sought. And God forbid that he 7122|From the day that she, as wife, would be a trouble or a curse! 7122|Yet some, who love him, will give him the best 7122|That the world can show to him, and this is no sin. 7122|And so he did, not without pain and tears, 7122|Saving the life of Hector--though the rest was lost. 7122|And what was it made her so woe-begone? 7122|That brightened Hector and kept sorrow from tears, 7122|Or made her smile at his deeds of great mirth? 7122|I would not have you think, as some men did, 7122|That the sword was the only object on his breast. 7122|For it was not a sword, but was sweetly known 7122|As the lovely and lovely Psyche of his soul; 7122|Though in other respects it was not in her power, 7122|Yet her love was the first flame to blossom there. 7122|So it was she, by whom all this did come under. 7122|I knew this at least, as I was coming near 7122|With a friend to see her. For I was so good 7122|In guiding my way, and not so much in blame, 7122|That I found her, as soon as they met me there, 7122|And all the scene seemed made to give her a theme 7122|To write on her diary, or to list on her book. 7122|The very words were very well written indeed, 7122|But what made it pleasant to me were her faces. 7122|I did not much notice her. But when I thought 7122|She had been absent awhile from the room, 7122|And that some great sorrow she had to say; 7122|That her friends, her parents, and all who knew her, 7122|Came back as oft as she came back from work, 7122|And often did she sit by them while they were praying, 7122|Which gave her new strength, and gave her new hopes for the day. 7122|That she was a widow, I am sure as I could see; 7122|But my only answer was this--"She lives indeed; 7122|Her friends have some way tried to keep good spirits up 7122|By watching her, and she knows what her husband would have them do. 7122|I'm sure there's a thought in her mind, her mind is so sad; 7122|She's very weak indeed; but when she's well, she will speak. 7122|The tears she wept silently, and only came down 7122|To wipe the sweat from her brow, when her friend went to bed. 7122|She'd been a long time at the church,--and she's left the house. 7122|It makes me much sadder to think what a curse it ======================================== SAMPLE 31670 ======================================== 1279|The deil maun git him, and the lave do mea|ctifate, 1279|An' if he wad hang around wi' that, 1279|I dare na tell. 1279|For, should he hae ony notion as 1279|That I would aiblins be a wankie, 1279|A mere e'en inglorious frien'; 1279|Should he but hae a hint or two, 1279|O' my faith Ie'd up an' gang amiss, 1279|Thro' the throat and thro' the e'e, 1279|I wad na rush into a quarrel, 1279|But slowly watch and plan; 1279|And, were the war int'rested wi', 1279|Let him haud a wee afore I retort. 1279|I wad na turn about, to grie ye, 1279|For fear ye'd screw a moment off, 1279|To turn a grizzle in, or two; 1279|Or screw a moment in, was never mine. 1279|But, gentle sir, I bid ye try, 1279|If you're not in a grizzle, ye may. 1279|If this very day, or this very day, 1279|I had the power alone to see; 1279|(And had I jist one link o' the chain, 1279|Wi' a finger o' steel about his mouth,) 1279|Or even had the power to see ye, 1279|The sark, the bonnet, and the knee, 1279|I wad an' winna keep them putt from me. 1279|But, gentle sir, I see ye're wise: 1279|But, gentle sir, how may it be? 1279|To keep a grizzle to keep it in? 1279|This very grizzle that's sae fair, 1279|Has sae as proud a heart as me. 1279|I hae a bit o' gowd, an' tho' I shanna be 1279|Wi' some few mae, some mae, some mae. 1279|I want an' I want a' to clothe me; 1279|I need the gowd for baith an' sma'. 1279|Then spier up, and spier and spier, 1279|And tell me, dearie, what for me 1279|Ye'd give my dearie, 1279|And what for thee? 1279|An' you're na my ain; 1279|I ken ye're a gude soul! 1279|I think a' that hae you mair. 1279|I hae a bit o' gowd, an' tho' a muckle store 1279|O' breeks, an' ropes an' chains, 1279|Yet wad I rather be but loun' on a stane, 1279|Than thron the gude worth o' you. 1279|I could na get ay that the world could tell, 1279|I'd better dee wi' joy; 1279|But that you hae to gie, 1279|Sae it's true enough. 1279|For my loved love, 1279|For my found'ring dear, 1279|We'll dee. 1279|This life o' mine 1279|Comes like a dart frae Heaven to kill ye; 1279|But when you hae done, 1279|An' to your rest, 1279|Then take your testament to the grave. 1279|Then follow the beam, and follow the beam, 1279|And follow the beam that shall never part; 1279|But though ye be cast down, 1279|And an enemy 1279|O' death's dark valley drive, 1279|Follow the beam. 1279|Thou hast sought me, love, a' day; 1279|Come, come, thou's nae deceiver: 1279|The night grows furlg'd on bleezin'; 1279|Thou art not cold as love. 1279|While I may lean upon thee, 1279|Thy presence gars me blinnd: 1279|Chidey is a dun couple; 1279|They hae muckle faculties. 1279|But thou and I are a' one, ======================================== SAMPLE 31680 ======================================== 2558|On every altar to its God. 2558|And all of them love us,--well, a few, at least. 2558|Their heart-beats are as sweet as flowers within the mead, 2558|Their breath is not in vain.... 2558|They love us, "love as brothers," as the old English saying. 2558|We, we love them--in song, at any cost 2558|By dint of virtue or by gold. 2558|They would not be our equal if we dared to disobey, 2558|When they, themselves, should be our slaves! 2558|And so, at length, I will-- 2558|(Alas, me, alas!--an hour ago I had far more to say!) 2558|Let me--I grant--with tender heart 2558|Let me,--I swear--for once--be true-- 2558|When the old, old darkness of this world appears again! 2558|How should I fear, that you may fall 2558|Where beauty never shone before? 2558|How should I fear, that you may fall 2558|In the grave at last, alone, 2558|To lie at rest, from your own light and freedom freed? 2558|It must be so; so, then, must I. 2558|So let me--I swear!--for once--by Nature and God, I swear it. 2558|I will not fear the darkness! 2558|I swear it in the light! 2558|By the love of woman by the love of man I swear it; 2558|By the faith of woman by the faith of man I swear it.... 2558|There shall be light, on either side, 2558|Around the world for ever! 2558|To the children all in heaven the glad tidings spread, 2558|To the poor in earth the bounteous tidings came; 2558|The poor and feebly, sick and lowly, they heard the word, 2558|And they sighed--and smiled! 2558|"Oh, who will guard," it said, "our children from despair? 2558|Oh, who will share with us, 2558|Of the good they suffer, 2558|And the suffering, the glad tidings sent to starving poor?" 2558|But no one will guard--ah, no one will share 2558|With the grateful poor the good of ills like these; 2558|They sigh, they smile; they sigh--but no other way can they; 2558|"Oh, who will care, like us, 2558|For the suffering, and the poor man's miserable end? 2558|Let us leave those sad sights, 2558|And look for a better way! 2558|We're all alike to-day, but the poor are all the wise; 2558|We all know better, and more worthy servants we've made-- 2558|"Oh, who will tell, when the old darkness of our days is past, 2558|Oh, who will guard our children from the perils we shall face, 2558|Oh, who will tell us all the good left by in each child? 2558|The old, old darkness of our days!" 2558|Then they said, "Oh, who will stay, 2558|Or the help of whom know'st thou to come in? 2558|No one, dear friend, will go-- 2558|Let us join the chorus! 2558|Let that chorus be God!" 2558|So they spoke, and in music they sang and in chorus they cried: 2558|When men grow weary of self-- 2558|When hearts grow weary of self-- 2558|Let us turn, as they, from our pride! 2558|Let us turn, as they, from the strife 2558|And the strife they now begin! 2558|Let us heed the call and the word they shall hear 2558|The new day's glory from in blue heaven, 2558|Whose wings are gathering to their golden crown 2558|For a crown of light, in their golden reign. 2558|But first, let the voice of our God's anthems be heard, 2558|Lifted as in a glory to meet the eyes 2558|Of the new everlasting years: 2558|For they say that our strength shall grow no more 2558|By the touch of flesh, by the touch of pride, 2558|When the ======================================== SAMPLE 31690 ======================================== 8187|And not to be my lover!-- 8187|He was young, he was vain,-- 8187|I could but make him my slave. 8187|"Yes, my beloved, yes!--I knew 8187|That thou wouldst ne'er consent 8187|And couldst ne'er object to this-- 8187|A scheme so like _my_ own! 8187|"And now, though I'm sure 'twas ill, 8187|Yet, with a kind of glee, 8187|Thou'll go with me, at last, my dear, 8187|"I promised to fly with thee 8187|Should we some pleasure gain. 8187|Now, oh, to think of it so well! 8187|Then _then_ I had thee to love! 8187|"Now, when next I see the breeze 8187|That whispers o'er yon wood, 8187|Oh, say, what _diversly_ may 8187|Our journey be-- 8187|"And _will_ we go, my Dear, 8187|Or shall we try to _sleep_?" 8187|"Thou couldst not, if I wot, 8187|Iekki-like _sleep_ on yonder hill,-- 8187|"No, I love thee more and more, 8187|Thou art my own! 8187|"And if thy beauty can 8187|The force of lust possess, 8187|"Oh, say, now, will they 8187|"Come from their groves of pine, 8187|"With all the music they know, 8187|"Or only dream of _mine_? 8187|"Come, come, 'tis past the hour, 8187|No more is yet to come,-- 8187|"And if their beauty _can_ 8187|The force of _love_ possess, 8187|"Oh, say, now, will they 8187|"Come from their groves of pine, 8187|"With all the music they know, 8187|"Or only dream of _mine_?" 8187|"Oh, yes; 'tis _mine_!--tho' 'tis past 8187|The hour we're even here, 8187|"'Twas never said to go 8187|"We will come in the dark, 8187|"We will come in the dawn, 8187|But, oh! 'twill do for me! 8187|"Oh, yes, 'tis past the hour, 8187|The day and night alike,-- 8187|"It's past the gloaming-hour-- 8187|"Yes, it's all that's left us now! 8187|"Why, yes, 'twas never said 8187|"To go in the dark, 8187|"And that's the way I'll go too-- 8187|"My dark-moon-bound sister, 8187|"With all the beauty she cares for, 8187|"In one long night for _me_. 8187|"But, ah, they never dreamt, as tho' 8187|The time so sweetly sped, 8187|"That love, at such a time o' year, 8187|"With full heart and soul should prove 8187|"But very weary ways, oh! 8187|"So far--oh, far from us; 8187|"I never shall go there." 8187|And, as she sighed the while, 8187|She looked at him and smiled; 8187|And _there_ she went--there went 8187|The spirit of youth and truth, 8187|Who took the hour, 8187|And gave it to her, 8187|The sweetest of all hours. 8187|It made her heart to swell. 8187|But when she saw him come 8187|And sighing looked at him, 8187|And kissed his cheek, 8187|Her soul began to _go_. 8187|It seemed as tho' the hours 8187|Of youth and bliss were fled. 8187|For the young, young heart is _trammeléd_-- 8187|So the dear dreams, so sweet as those 8187|Of years gone by, must now depart; 8187|And even those which young and bright 8187|Have dwelt, were not so bright ======================================== SAMPLE 31700 ======================================== 2888|On thy face I gaze, and the face I see 2888|Can only draw a smile, can only say, 2888|Come, come and love me. 2888|The sun is up, the moon is down, 2888|The wind is up, the forest sings, 2888|The bird that sits on the branch above 2888|Sings all the live-long day to me. 2888|The birds that go fluttering about 2888|The leaves in the meadow and dell, 2888|Bring now my love, my love, their song, 2888|And I will come all over again. 2888|The nightingales sing gayly, 2888|The rooks chatter, the bats at ease 2888|And the stars are not long asleep, 2888|Now on their wings to rest. 2888|The fair moon keeps clear eye, 2888|I watch her with love, sleep and light 2888|And wake when she is gone. 2888|O, why are my thoughts so fond, 2888|A lover as I am? 2888|The moon she sets, the stars I see 2888|Glimmering in light above, 2888|And there on her pure height. 2888|O, will you come where I live, 2888|And talk with me face to face, 2888|And I would feel that I could tell 2888|The heart that is mine in one; 2888|One of a thousand thousand, 2888|One in a million! 2888|I heard the nightingales sing 2888|So loud, 2888|I could not abide 2888|The noise, for all my hunger. 2888|I sat upon a bed 2888|That felt so cool; 2888|But there I was not found 2888|When he came. 2888|It was the fairies' song 2888|That reached my ear, 2888|That made my flesh and blood 2888|Run cold. 2888|To-day when I sit here 2888|All naked, 2888|I fear I shall not be 2888|Sufficiently clad. 2888|I never shall know, 2888|O! that I never was 2888|In the flesh so rosy or 2888|So white as this. 2888|And no more I'll touch it 2888|Or lay my lips 2888|To such music; 2888|And though I lie on the turf 2888|And cannot speak, 2888|There is a beauty 2888|Is in the place. 2888|I know it cannot be 2888|I'm so much the slave, 2888|If I will turn round suddenly 2888|And see 2888|The girl who sits by my side 2888|And knows my life in my sleep. 2888|I've heard that the birds sing, 2888|The birds sing, 2888|And I listen and I listen, 2888|And I sing. 2888|Yes, the birds sing, 2888|I hear them all the day, 2888|And it is sweet, it is sweet, 2888|And I love to be there. 2888|It was the fairies, not I, 2888|That was singing the song, 2888|They must have been the singers 2888|Of some birds, 2888|O the song is sweet, 2888|I sit here and I sing, 2888|But I fear to go out. 2888|The moon shines sweet to-night 2888|As she rises and sinks, 2888|And the stars their songs 2888|Can be heard above me, 2888|And they sing. 2888|The sun has risen and sunk, 2888|And the night is dark and long, 2888|I cannot sleep at all, 2888|And the night is dark and long; 2888|I love the stars, and I follow 2888|The moon down the sky, 2888|And I see her as she climbs 2888|To the lonely and lonely heaven, 2888|And as she makes round me, 2888|I think I see the stars. 2888|We've been as gay as could be, 2888|Since I first met you; 2888|For I thought it the gilt's way 2888|To be always kind ======================================== SAMPLE 31710 ======================================== 25008|Says, "What is this that lies 25008|So silent on the ground? 25008|What doth these beauties to thy hand? 25008|And what is this that lies so still; 25008|In the wide fields what have those things? 25008|The fields and the trees, why, what are they? 25008|And so with all things, all thou seest; 25008|I'm all, so I'm all alone 25008|As I lay in my bed of thorn." 25008|And, behold, a ghost came there, 25008|And, to this grave, came two children-- 25008|Of a dead mother that mourns, 25008|And a boy, and a girl, and a child, 25008|But all forgotten and gone! 25008|"I'm sorry," said she, "that any man 25008|Should love a ghost or boys or girls; 25008|But of all the creatures that I knew, 25008|'Tis the maidens that I loved the best;" 25008|So she dug, and she dug, and she saw 25008|No bones, or nothing but clods,-- 25008|But only grew in a garden fair, 25008|And looked at her hand, and thought her pretty; 25008|So she fell in love with them all, 25008|And made them a pretty castle there, 25008|And they brought it back without expense. 25008|"I've seen them go,--there are four,-- 25008|And five, I believe, for the queen; 25008|I would die to have them here!" 25008|And, behold, she's dead to his eyes,-- 25008|And none come to woo again. 25008|And now, to the bed of their brother, 25008|The little old lady 25008|Had hung a golden band, 25008|That said: "My little old ladies" 25008|This was the song he was taught; 25008|"I love but you for my sake! 25008|I come, my little old lady, 25008|And all without your consent! 25008|My mother was a maid, 25008|And I am a young knight; 25008|To you, my little old lady, 25008|I'll be a knight indeed!" 25008|And he cried in a loud voice-- 25008|"Dear maidens, woo, 25008|While yet you may!" 25008|"Woo, woo, and be thou blithe!" 25008|And 'twas this that young Sir Bedivere learned, 25008|And he loved to come 25008|And woo, and to say, 25008|"I'm wooing my love, 25008|And I come, my little old lady!" 25008|And he did so, and was woo, 25008|As many a maid does,-- 25008|And every maid 25008|Woo, woo, and be thou bold!" 25008|And so he did, and was bold, 25008|And many a year 25008|Worn it without changing cheer: 25008|And the maiden that loved him long 25008|Was his true love, 25008|And they love, and they love, 25008|And long may they love, and long may they love, and long MAYBE MAYBE MARRIED!" 25008|To make a poor man merry, 25008|For the morrow, 25008|Is an elfin jest; 25008|And my old acquaintance 25008|Has forgot his song and tale, 25008|Now the sweet-voiced breezes 25008|Bring him back again; 25008|But the old-time shepherd 25008|Forgot his song and tale. 25008|Aye, and to make poor men merry, 25008|For the morrow, 25008|Is the old-time shepherd's song, 25008|And the old-time shepherd's tale. 25008|The wren, her face a-torch, 25008|On the gale that stirs the air, 25008|The day, for her is short, 25008|Comes, 'tis a sad farewell. 25008|So her former torments 25008|Pass, and so befal: 25008|And her former torments 25008|Are past, and are passed. 25008 ======================================== SAMPLE 31720 ======================================== 1728|then in the midst of the crowd which had gathered, nor could he 1728|help it, but stood like a giant and gave his armour to the 1728|messenger and asked him of his name. And the old man answered 1728|him, saying: 'Nestor son of Neleus, no man is so mighty 1728|that he can stand here by the hither side, for there are many 1728|warriors about him, and even the god will not be wroth with him 1728|in this strife, if he shall win his fair renown and make a 1728|blessed end, for he in all men's hearts is foremost of all 1728|those who dwell in the lofty halls of Zeus. Now the 1728|messenger, the swineherd, of the house of Neleus, had gone 1728|down to the gathering of the people, but even before he 1728|was come to his own house, he stood upon the hither side of 1728|hearing the noise of men shouting. And straightway he answered 1728|the wise Polypheme, saying: 1728|'Polypheme son of Thopas, even now I was thinking of going 1728|up, whether thou shouldest go on and take the city of the 1728|gods, or whether thou shouldest go hither and find out the 1728|strangers, and make them of thy kindred to answer thee in 1728|this wise.' 1728|Then with his arms outstretched towards the town the son of 1728|Neleus went his way, as the old man of the hall, who 1728|had commanded it, commanded. And the heralds and the 1728|swineherd went the other way, towards the city of the gods, 1728|the far off home of the Dædal Gods. And he spake to 1728|Theoclymenus, the daughter of Zeus, who dwelt in the 1728|dear country of Trojans and Lycian men: 1728|'Hast thou been long with thy friends and thy wooers, and 1728|heardest neither word nor sign of woe from any one? Well then, 1728|and have thou not known how quickly the hand of sorrow 1728|graspeth, and a man forgetteth what he hath done. Yet 1728|hast thou not come here all by thyself, but by the will of 1728|Neptune, who holdeth the dry land of the earth, or by my 1728|affiliation: for I found thee at the feast of Orpheus and gave the 1728|wooers to thee, and gave them thy name to take with him. And 1728|now I will go and tell the god of the sea, and straightway 1728|thou shalt come hither and sit by my boat among my kinsmen, 1728|and they shall send thee hence." 1728|Then the queen of the dark cloud people answered him: "A 1728|god hath he, of the whom the Phæacians sing, even the 1728|fates forsake him, and Apollo shall cast him down from Olympus 1728|the high place, and he shall be the slave of some god, as 1728|he is called, who follows the dark cloud people; yet even so, 1728|O queen, is there no mercy in the eyes of the gods. If 1728|phronedious tales were being told of you, even the 1728|deeds of death I would not vouch for thee, for neither was 1728|I ever of the haughty mind that sayeth aught, which is 1728|not in keeping with the truth, even though it be an oath. 1728|But this thing is a marvel in the eyes of the gods: whereat 1728|we were minded to build the walls of the house of the lord of 1728|gods, since we had not kept it well, until there came 1728|out of the land of the Phæacians a man on the side of the 1728|sea, who bade our people build about it and fasten for it 1728|doors: and he is named Acestes of the hardy heart." 1728|'So spake she and straightway she departed; but the old man of 1728|the house of pines, the swineherd, spake even as he was 1728|bent: 1728|'"I would ======================================== SAMPLE 31730 ======================================== 1246|They have done with the dead: 1246|It is just the old story of the world, 1246|But I do not remember it, not I, at all. 1246|It is just a big house, 1246|With a lot of windows, 1246|And a courtyard, 1246|A garden, and a garden to be seen; 1246|And some people love these things, and know it well-- 1246|But I do not know what they mean by these. 1246|I do not remember the grass, that is all white, 1246|And the white clouds in the sky, that are all one-- 1246|I do not remember the wind at all, 1246|And the white clouds in the sky. 1246|A wind comes down from the south. 1246|And it shakes the little window frame: 1246|It shakes the door, and the window bends wide, 1246|And a man rushes out from under the bed. 1246|He shouts: "Who the deuce! 1246|Who the bloody hell is that, the puddlin' little fool! 1246|Who the bloody hell are yer robbins? What are they thinkin' of? 1246|I swear to God, you are lookin' awfully like a dog!" 1246|I think it was a pig, 1246|It is only a mouse, 1246|And a pheasant's a little bird. 1246|A pheasant is a little bird. 1246|In a way, it is just a pheasant: I like it so. 1246|It is just a little mouse. 1246|A way, it is just a mouse. 1246|It is just a little mouse. 1246|And then it has grown up to this great big bird: 1246|It has grown up to a big bird, and is now a judge. 1246|And the judges sit round it all, and consider all things. 1246|So, there's a judge in the window, sitting on a chair. 1246|But I like it, the little house in the wood-- 1246|It looks smart to me. 1246|It may not be so smart but it's smart enough to make all things. 1246|It's just a little house, with a garden, a tree, and a garden. 1246|The pheasant's just a pigeon; 1246|The little house on the hill is a pigeon. 1246|But what is a pigeon? 1246|You talk all you like about your family, 1246|And that's the way a lot of people do, 1246|But think of a homestead like an apple tree. 1246|A pigeon house will keep them well fed. 1246|I should like to live in a pigeon house 1246|Or, if they'd let me, I'd live in a pigeon's nest, 1246|You know as you're a little child, 1246|And a pigeon house has such a cosy nest, 1246|And then you can climb up on a spot, 1246|And run at a comfortable pace, 1246|And nestle yourself in something you love, 1246|Even though it's just a little dream. 1246|And so there's a nice little home, 1246|With furniture and comforts and room, 1246|And comforts and comforts and room and floor, 1246|And comforts and comforts and floor, 1246|And a little kitchen, and a little stove, 1246|And comforts and comforts and room and all. 1246|But then there's always pigeons. 1246|Pheasant houses do not keep you healthy. 1246|And if you could live like a pigeon 1246|There's just no reason why you shouldn't. 1246|You see with every year: 1246|I think it's just the price we pay 1246|Nature for to do her best; 1246|You know what's kind of a pain 1246|Pheasant houses don't keep well. How can I 1246|Keep the little house from budin'? 1246|I don't want no pigeons like in here, either, 1246|They'll eat up all my bed, and I'd lose it, too, 1246|And never be fit for a week or so. 1246|So I'm just a little bird ======================================== SAMPLE 31740 ======================================== 2334|We knew we were getting old and gray, 2334|We knew it from the cradle-maid, 2334|We knew from the cradle-piece; 2334|But still the old time holds us, still 2334|The old time, and the old time will 2334|Till to Eternity's end we bring! 2374|_All rights reserved, including that of 2374|translation into 2374|the Russian language, into 2374|any language else, and into 2374|the appended portions of other 2374|poems_ 2374|I know a place 2374|With lawns and gardens fair, 2374|And in a moment's space-- 2374|A minute's space--I'll show you 2374|The very spot! 2374|I know a place 2374|By the glist'ning Thames 2374|(And the Thames is sweet 2374|(Dear mother of songs!) 2374|(And the sweetest thing 2374|The Thames ever broke!) 2374|I know a place 2374|Which the boys and girls 2374|For fun and drill 2374|Call the Pump. 2374|"Honey, ho!" they say, 2374|The while the wet mouldings fill 2374|And the long trenches stand 2374|In the mouldy dirt. 2374|"We have done with water, 2374|We have made it good". 2374|The boys and girls 2374|Call the little wooden-Bogeyman 2374|"Honey, ho!" they say, 2374|"The very place". 2374|"Ha! ha! Ha!" says the Bogeyman, 2374|He's no mere joke,-- 2374|"I've been a long, long way 2374|"From here to there, 2374|And I'm the funniest Bogeyman 2374|There's nobody in the world 2374|Will say I don't come near: 2374|I'm quite a news-begger, 2374|Ha! ha! Ha!" says the Bogeyman, 2374|He's no mere joke,-- 2374|He loves the Thames,--and all the water 2374|Is jest as good as honey. 2374|"And what do they do when they come, 2374|They put him in the water, 2374|And away they float in an air pocket, 2374|And all the bees in the world!" 2374|--"Ah, that's the reason they don't come back!" 2374|--"Ah, funny, funny!" says the Bogeyman. 2374|He's no mere joke,-- 2374|He's the funniest Bogeyman, 2374|Mother Nature was sitting in the sun, 2374|And the bees were carrying all their Jacks 2374|Out of the woodlands, out of the cold, 2374|To go out dancing in the rain. 2374|"Ah! Here we are!" says the Mother, "Come 2374|Out of the wind, come out of the heat, 2374|Come out of this damp and dank clay! 2374|"Here is room where the Queen of the Clouds 2374|She sits in the Moon, and I see the Flowers 2374|That she brings out of the earth at her will, 2374|So let us come down to it a bit." 2384|Paint me a picture 2384|As fair as a child could draw, 2384|And write upon my palm 2384|The name of its owner: 2384|If I were able to paint 2384|As fair as a child could write, 2384|I would write, "I am he". 2384|If I were able to paint 2384|So finely as you do, 2384|You would say, "I am she". 2384|If I were able to hold 2384|And pour, and brush, and sew, 2384|What time the roses come, 2384|As they the earth do walk, 2384|And the snow lie soft on, 2384|In the morning and the night, 2384|Yet they could not cover 2384|The sweet-smelling latitudes, 2384|And the hills with snow and shade. 2384|If there could be any picture 2384|As fair as a child could write ======================================== SAMPLE 31750 ======================================== 30672|Bade a voice of power, 30672|Bade thyself the power. 30672|She ceased. The trembling, trembling 30672|Of sweet birds, from a leaf o' the wood-- 30672|Warned her of danger. 30672|The shadow of death, 30672|Which the shadow of death cast 30672|O'er the spirit. 30672|It brought her back 30672|To the love, the love that was dead. 30672|It made her strong 30672|Against the strife 30672|Of life, that stood for thee, 30672|In thy presence. 30672|O'er the sea 30672|Shone her the light of peace, 30672|As the glory of the great Sun, 30672|Whilst down his course 30672|Thou wast dwelling. 30672|Oh! would that thou couldst now find 30672|Another in whom thou mightest dwell, 30672|That didst impart 30672|Love's sovereign sway, and life's sweet freedom, 30672|Like sunshine 30672|Dew-sleeping, through the forest heart; 30672|Dew-sleeping, 30672|Then with peace on earth. 30672|Then in youth's fair spring; 30672|When the pure soul hath put aside 30672|The mask of earthly strife; 30672|When the pure soul hath laid aside 30672|The cloak of strife, 30672|And in sunshine seen 30672|The mists that hang on earthly strife 30672|Shine with light in youth's clear spring 30672|As the rose-buds, that are golden now, 30672|Through the forest forest are seen, 30672|As they were golden then. 30672|Oh! would that a dear friend thou might'st be, 30672|To love thee ever, and thy spirit feel 30672|As it hath felt to-day. 30672|Love-love would be thine now. 30672|Love-love would be thine now, 30672|Then would the life of man 30672|In the glory of love's fair spring 30672|Flower-flower be sweet as ever! 30672|O love that wilt thou seek again?-- 30672|Ah! let Life be thy sacrifice, 30672|Wake to eternity thy prayer, 30672|As it was then for thee. 30672|Oh! wish to see the world anew;-- 30672|Ah! do thou still the task prepare 30672|Ere life was or life is changed to strife, 30672|And a new life born anew. 30672|Oh! wish to see the world anew! 30672|Ah! do thou still the task prepare 30672|Ere life was or life is changed to strife, 30672|And a new life born anew. 30672|The night wind falls upon the tree-tops tall, 30672|The moon hath hid her face beneath its shroud 30672|And all the earth is black with slumber's power, 30672|While through the empty heaven, O spirit sweet! 30672|The world, that is the world, hath parted hence 30672|And with it goeth every creature's rest. 30672|But love and song are here to brighten still 30672|The twilight of the day, till through and through 30672|The day grows dim and the sky grows dark, 30672|Till through the empty heaven, O spirit sweet! 30672|O come and live and be the star 30672|That gladdens life's parting gale, 30672|Till from the earth ye turn your ray 30672|That glorifies the skies. 30672|The star hath lost its glory ere ye wake to the sweet joy 30672|And the spirit's bliss is too sublime for earthly sight, 30672|While through the hollow echoing of the dreary night, 30672|O hear and bless the spirit's music of delight! 30672|Be thy form 30672|Light like the air 30672|That is wafted o'er the foam 30672|That is shaken from the wave. 30672|Be the voice 30672|Like the song of angels blest, 30672|That through the stars of heaven, 30672|Like the song of angels sung, 30672|Is borne afar on the wings 30672|Of the love that is ever new, 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 31760 ======================================== 35402|And the great moon was gone, and the sun was faint at last. 35402|The old grey church was standing still, the old grey parish, 35402|As though all else were gone; the old church was dying-- 35402|Dead-potted, strown with the dust of ages--dead-potted, dead- 35402|Faced with the light of the coming of the day, 35402|With its sun's green face a-tint of flesh, and its turf 35402|Furrowed o'er with the years of rain and foam, 35402|With the white moon upon its altar, and the air 35402|Swelling with the winds that blow-- 35402|As I lay on the grasses between a-dream, 35402|By the soundless river, a-breathing of the rill, 35402|When once a-toothed the soft night with winged feet, 35402|Ere the light on that day's dream was blown off, 35402|My heart stood still at the hour of midnight, 35402|And the wind sighed out from the dark earth. 35402|The sea has laid the golden firs as still as they, 35402|And its face is turned to the face of the water, 35402|With the waves that run to meet the tide like drops, 35402|Soothing the hearts of the minds of men, or are washed by it 35402|Along the white shore of the sea-deep wide; 35402|And through the blue silence of their green dark leaves, 35402|The sea swallows bring sound of a holy name. 35402|In the land where of old there the name was King, 35402|Laden with good things, a name that could not die, 35402|Shahed the bitter leaves at the feet of the kings, 35402|Shahed the sweet fruit at the feet of the good. 35402|And the king's name, and the king's heritage, were gold, 35402|And his house was built of bricks with blood of men; 35402|And his goods were the good and the king's were two hands, 35402|That kept and keep building, till the year was done. 35402|And when King's word was done, and the year was spent, 35402|Shahed the gold dust at the feet of the king so low, 35402|Laid it at the feet of his son a-gilded, 35402|But the king's name was buried in the dark earth. 35402|And when the year was done and they had worked out their life, 35402|Shahed the gold dust, broken and deep in the earth, 35402|Laid it at the feet of his heir a-naked, 35402|But the king's name was not buried in the same way. 35402|For the body of the king must come and come, 35402|Like a moth to the sunshine, or like a speckled shoe 35402|To the sun: but the spirit of man must stand 35402|By, the shade of the earth to the voice of the wind. 35402|I will keep you, dear heart, in the house that is made: 35402|And in the garden where your sweet days have been, 35402|And in the flowery paths you walked in flower, 35402|I will keep you a-foot in the path I go, 35402|And let you hear my words in the wind I shake. 35402|For the life in your body will not find me: 35402|And the life in your body will break over me, 35402|And I will cast you out, O my loved, O my dear, 35402|To the earth of the ways I go, and the moon. 35402|Out of their dark eyes 35402|A sun arose. 35402|The sun went down 35402|To sleep 35402|In a sea 35402|Of blue. 35402|The moon went up 35402|To rest 35402|Under a star. 35402|One, the king of lords of Britain, was walking on a stile; 35402|The moon stood still as an island that has been broke in a sea. 35402|All the night long in his palace slept Arthur, 35402|And dreamed in his dream till the moon took leave, 35402|Of his wife which was fair to see in her shirt and her vest, 35402|With ======================================== SAMPLE 31770 ======================================== 8187|Which, tho' _so_ bold now, _that_ bold must be! 8187|But, ah! there's a cloud o'erhead-- 8187|That darkest, darkest cloud of all; 8187|When the brave heart is burning cold, 8187|Where the heart of youth should warm and glow; 8187|When the world is sinking to decay, 8187|Where the world still shines with young romance; 8187|When the heart is beating to itself, 8187|Not a ray is left but that which falls 8187|Through that dark cloud which hangs o'er thee! 8187|I have thought well of all the world's riches; 8187|I have thought well of all the hearts of women, 8187|That beat to the sound of a heart that's burning, 8187|And not to self, but to the tenderness of others. 8187|I have thought well of all mankind's foolishness, 8187|I have thought well of all mankind's ignorance, 8187|I have thought well of the heart of no one, 8187|I have thought well of all, but I've thought _well_ of thee,-- 8187|_Thou _was_ a maiden, a maiden _was_, my dearest,_ 8187|I have thought well of all, but there's one boy I thought 8187|Wore out the night as a pin, 8187|And left the soul in doubt 8187|Whether to stay in bed 8187|While the day went by, 8187|Or to go from its light, 8187|And take a moment on the wing to gage 8187|What's best for thee. 8187|To the starry sky 8187|He's hov'ring o'er, 8187|And with it, light and love, 8187|Shall fly, beloved, to thy bower with thee. 8187|And all the rest is mere silliness, 8187|And nothing but silly mad dream; 8187|Oh! better to _do_ the deed, 8187|Than with a dream, a vain, a sham-- 8187|The light which shines through a fool's veil, 8187|And knows all, all, all, all, all, all, all, 8187|_All_, _all_, all, all, all, all, all, all. 8187|As when of yore, in ancient days, 8187|The mighty oak was gathered up 8187|At Rome's festal board, to be 8187|A banner or a column waved along; 8187|So when the soul of my young friend comes 8187|This love-ball on thy hand to display, 8187|There'll be _some_ bright spirit in the air, 8187|To say, "I follow where thou seest a soul go;" 8187|And there will be the proud, young party where all 8187|Are named in song, _with_ joy to mark, 8187|Whom all the world can yet with good bring 8187|And in this world so freely borrow; 8187|But the bright star, that shines most bright, 8187|Will be the beacon of my way. 8187|Abandoned to thee, oh! farewell! 8187|So many of my fondest ones; 8187|So much of my heart's best thoughts set free. 8187|But though the sun is set and sets 8187|In this bright land of love, and light, 8187|And the white clouds in their pride roll o'er, 8187|We'll not complain for them; though death may bring 8187|In the cold coffin where they've slept, 8187|No darkness but peace to fill the air, 8187|And a love-light in our eyes, to see 8187|If our hearts have any there. 8187|Nay then, I see, tho' in our hearts, 8187|No love can yet be found, at last, 8187|More than those stars that shine, so fair, so bright, 8187|Above, or where, to meet, or go, 8187|Or shine in the dark circles there. 8187|The life we thought we left behind, 8187|If lost thro' dying, cannot die; 8187|But, we've made the best of every change, 8187|And hope for all that yet remains. ======================================== SAMPLE 31780 ======================================== 2119|To keep from being forsaken, 2119|From fear, from fear-- 2119|To keep us bound by faith alone. 2119|And when they bring him home into this house 2119|No more he shall be afraid of his father, 2119|He shall be bound and enchained none, 2119|He shall be slain for his lord and king. 2119|For the Lord hath said, anon, 2119|"I know that in the day that you shall be dead, 2119|Your father shall be glad at your birth, 2119|Your brothers shall praise your master well, 2119|Your women shall love you in your youth,-- 2119|And you shall be beloved of many a soul, 2119|But the Lord who gives fame and honor, 2119|Who made you kings, the Lord knows best!" 2119|But when his sword is laid upon his bier, 2119|And all is done, and the day is at hand 2119|When the red dawn begins to break, 2119|And the black ships shall ride, and the ships of war, 2119|Bearing the captive from the land of Gnisian, 2119|To the land where they have kept their hire forever, 2119|Then shall the old King of the people 2119|Speak in that name:-- 2119|"Son, I have borne you out from the city of Gnisian, 2119|Out of the land of Gnisian, 2119|And from the lands of the dawn and the mooning, 2119|To the land of the burning sun and sunning; 2119|I have drawn you out from the burning sea, 2119|From the water that was full of water 2119|And the sky that was shining over the waters. 2119|You may come from your life, as from its beginning, 2119|To the land of the dawning and the sea-sea. 2119|"And the people shall praise you and glorify you, 2119|Shout in thanksgiving-- 2119|God bless you--my best beloved-- 2119|And your house and the men that keep it! 2119|Who shall speak for and bind you? You shall go to the kings-- 2119|Shame and envy shall be your bane. 2119|"And on your days of trial and anguish, 2119|When your hands are stretched in death and trial, 2119|When your life has lost its strength and patience, 2119|Shall your people bow their faces down! 2119|Shall your people be for and against you, 2119|Of a king, of a people, and among men? 2119|"When the black ships shall ride and the ships of war, 2119|Shall your people be a band and a host for them, 2119|When they go forth to conquer and to slay you, 2119|The lords of the earth, under God's order, 2119|To give the living an everlasting name, 2119|The name of the man of the world, of the earth." 2119|Then a man rose in the midst of the lords of Gnisus, 2119|And spake from under their cloaks of purple: 2119|"O let it never be with words and reason 2119|That I say to-day one word or another, 2119|Wherefore do the words fly out in a mighty noise? 2119|"The sword is not laid up like the purse of a robber, 2119|No thief is it in our household of kings; 2119|To gnaw and to break up cannot be done. 2119|Is not this the very house for a king? 2119|"But surely this man stands on the floor of the council, 2119|As a king of men and a king of gods. 2119|His heart is a king's heart in the power of the priests, 2119|A king's heart of a thousand years long ago: 2119|"No more for the sake of your people has he prayed 2119|For the soul of a soldier of men to fall, 2119|Nor for the soul of a sailor of the sea. 2119|But since God has said 'tis time for a man to die, 2119|Let these kings speak to him, as he spoke to me. 2119|"I am not made of the common clay; 2119|I am made of greater stuff than these. ======================================== SAMPLE 31790 ======================================== 615|And I and all that folk within it, save thee, 615|Have left no traces nor one trace but me. 615|"For with the other king, who was king of Spain, 615|With me, the other son of Henry, wend; 615|And all that nation's progeny, which be 615|The Emperour with his royal court doth hail; 615|Nor I alone, but I of him the heir, 615|The count and prince Orlando, with him wed. 615|"And we, with many whom he comes to aid, 615|Have crowned with honour so my dale below, 615|That of his father kings of most renown, 615|His brother and his brother's wife appear; 615|And from the land of Henry, and of Spain, 615|Those men whose deeds in heaven's light shall fall, 615|We, as from hell, a new-born city call -- 615|Nor this alone, but all that land of Spain, 615|Hath nothing (and he knows not where he lies) 615|Of all the other world, of earth or sky, 615|Estate or spouse, aught but myself, my wife. 615|"I have one only wish above all things 615|To have my fate for once in other eyes: 615|But I to him that wants, will give him light; 615|And what was once denied him now is given. 615|The others, who so little value fame, 615|Or how to win him, him will take in fee; 615|Who will not ask such favour from my woe, 615|While in this world I live, for all my days. 615|" 'Twill be well to know how much I lose 615|By this, and I what virtue without price. 615|What more contentment can I find in life, 615|Than thus to make my griefs and troubles mine? 615|But what can I more for him withal devise 615|Than I may make it in the common strife? 615|"Yet shall not he by that meed be graced, 615|Who by no means for him deserves it shame? 615|Who, after much, can so his glory miss 615|That 'tis with small wonder he takes leave 615|Of what he would, and flies his proper share; 615|And from himself doth shrink and make a game. 615|If e'er that meed may be won by me, 615|He who should gain that meed his foe should pay. 615|I speak not of the meanest that in book 615|Recordeth his fall and fate; but this, 615|'Mid which my thoughts, who yet is living, lie, 615|Will I proclaim to thee, that he who wins 615|This strife in combat with the foe, should pay. 615|"And all thou shouldst desire I would perform 615|With this desire for him, be it done." 615|Him answered, the Amazons' cavalier: 615|"Be of good cheer: mine arms are here restored; 615|And will, perhaps, with them, and God defend, 615|For him, that ever loves me, since I made 615|The war upon thee to this battle run. 615|For him, 'twill please to fight with him alone; 615|Unless he love me not; in which case, I 615|Desire, in that I fight for him, to see 615|My life's completion, and the war complete. 615|"To-day to me were equal to our might, 615|With him, the second, and with me, the first; 615|-- If I should fight for him, for him to save, -- 615|In every battle of the three, alone." 615|-- "Nay, nor one against thee," (thus Orlando cried;) 615|"Nor one for thee; but thou shalt have no more 615|For that, and all thou leavest evermore." 615|-- "And if my sword, or sword of other ilka hand, 615|Should smite my brother -- I will make the blow 615|Branzardo's death to avengethe and heal. 615|And, for myself, I would no one else desire; 615|But I will slay myself to be to-day as much 615|His debtor, as a father to his son. 615|"With thee will I remain, and be thy thrall; 615|And, all my life long, I ======================================== SAMPLE 31800 ======================================== 42058|The mighty host of the dead; 42058|When they began to ride away, 42058|They swept the hills aloof. 42058|They came where the high peaks were, 42058|And the dunes' ridges gay, 42058|There was no vane o'er the rills, 42058|Or star o'er the rock-hewn, 42058|As they swept along the uplands, 42058|O'er the heaths as far as sight, 42058|O'er the valleys, wide as day, 42058|O'er the fens, and the lowlands, 42058|Over rocks and forests brown, 42058|And the lakes which have been shown, 42058|And the gulfs where the rivers run 42058|Like a wind-beaten zone. 42058|And over all the world there burst 42058|A wind-like and tempestuous breath, 42058|When they came on the world of men-- 42058|Of the living and the dead-- 42058|And with loud crash and tumult low 42058|The mountain-tops seemed to reel. 42058|And they swept o'er the waves asunder 42058|Where the ocean's ocean-grave 42058|In the deeps, the deeps, the deserts, 42058|In the moorlands and moors, 42058|And a wild and stormy cry 42058|Like the din, 42058|At the death of a brother-hunt 42058|Rose o'er the hills, 42058|When the white-tented peaks lay bare 42058|And the peaks swept away; 42058|And the waves swept o'er the islands 42058|With a sound as of a baying stork, 42058|When they swept from the deeps. 42058|And the foam was mottled as with blood, 42058|And the winds that shook the sea 42058|As with the voice of the spirit of the sea, 42058|For they swept o'er the sea 42058|On the hills all night; 42058|And the hills and waves are drifting down, 42058|And the waves and rocks are rushing down, 42058|And scattered and drifting down, 42058|As a wave may scatter a wing 42058|On the wild sea-beach. 42058|And the winds of the north were ruffling 42058|Their fair and friendly seas, 42058|And the waves were scouring the heather, 42058|And the heather was scattering 42058|To the great stream's side, 42058|Where the storm was lashing away 42058|The corses of the north. 42058|But the waves swept on to far-off lands 42058|Where the billows were slithering, 42058|And an endless and endless zone 42058|Of the storm was sweeping, 42058|On the stormy hills and lowlands, 42058|O'er the vale and marsh. 42058|And they swept where the cliffs were leaping, 42058|In the heart of the sea-cliff's light, 42058|And at the foot of the cliffs they stood, 42058|And gazed down on the reef. 42058|And the high-lying peaks, and the great streams 42058|Of the storm were slithering, 42058|And the storm and the great sea spread their light 42058|On the great land's sight, 42058|And there lay low and sleeping down 42058|Where the surf was loud in the moorlands 42058|In the stormy days of old. 42058|With a little baby in their arms, 42058|A little baby on their knees, 42058|Came in at the door-step there 42058|A troop of sleepy girls and boys, 42058|The best of the town. 42058|"Daddy's home again," they said, 42058|"Daddy's home again," they cried, 42058|"With the bay-colored blankets round his head, 42058|And the slippers hot with orange soles, 42058|And the hay in his hands." 42058|And as they kissed his golden head, 42058|They kissed the baby's tiny hand, 42058|"Daddy's home again," they mumbled low, 42058|"Daddy's home again." 42058|But the great waves rushed over the ledge ======================================== SAMPLE 31810 ======================================== 16059|Novels: _Enquilé de Dios, les dents 16059|Qui va sabez, les fous les vraiment 16059|A l'insidé d'Espagne; soutirez de rien 16059|Qui donne aux jardinères de terre 16059|Qu'est merci pour vin verre en ces dents, 16059|Les jardinères de Dios, cela en tout 16059|A la mer des quatre-neiges de nos rues 16059|Ou, les jardinères de Dios! Quel cœur vain 16059|S'abellarons-tu, c'etait la mer que style 16059|Et m'a la térangleste et c'est la mere. 16059|Que ça va la fois que quand elle l'oubli, 16059|Virginal, en écoute, qu'un sombrero-jack 16059|Vivant qu'il y un sombrero, qu'un maitre-don 16059|Mâle que la danse-je, ou quelque heure de passé, 16059|Mais on ne parlent pas un petit prin 16059|De nos faisantes, quand de l'or abaste 16059|Qu'un seul, qu'un seul de quelque heure sans pauca. 16059|_Il y a que je me souviai de l'amitière au ciel 16059|De Mer et l'homme aientôt plus un trevai 16059|Dont les m'a expecte plus en les fauves sous 16059|Au pli de la métier que dans la voiture; 16059|A l'ennui des doux venir plus une écossé 16059|Incendieuse de vingt pâle en ses mains._ 16059|I am the poet, and I stand, and look upon 16059|This miracle of nature's law: the sun 16059|Shine as before, and there are fruits and flowers 16059|Only to be seen on distant mountains, or 16059|In the distant plains where, after storms, the grass 16059|Shelters the uplands where the flood has ceased 16059|And water streams are silent. And I sing: 16059|'T is very pleasant in the evening hours 16059|To go up in the sunlight and look out 16059|On these broad meadows, this broad wide savannah, 16059|This blue valley of the mountains. Where I, 16059|A youth, the wild waters of the river watch, 16059|And find the greening grasses growing there 16059|Beneath me: in the sunset, when the clouds 16059|Fade from the blue sky, I sing at evening, 16059|And look at this great garden, filled with 16059|Fair flowers and trees that stand with proud, strange necks, 16059|Solemn and erect; 't is my delight to watch 16059|These mighty mountains, on whose towering brows 16059|A hundred years of silence look on. One has 16059|Two weary years, one has three years of toil 16059|Of soul-sick labor, toiling on alone, 16059|But yet with nothing better than the earth, 16059|Aching, sick, in despair; another has 16059|Two brave years of suffering and bitter war, 16059|A fierce battle and a land-battled corpse. 16059|Who has the right to count their days nor weep 16059|Nor count their nights nor smile? Or count the tears 16059|They shed, when the great soul's song is drowned 16059|In the din on death's tomb? But I have seen 16059|The mountain-tops and I've seen the sun 16059|And I have seen the world to its dark limit, 16059|With my soul, with my senses, but with none, 16059|None, none, of their beauty, and this voice of mine 16059|Whispers that all things and all men have value, 16059|And if you cannot understand it so much 16059|As your soul, it is because it is worth. 16059|For I ======================================== SAMPLE 31820 ======================================== 2112|Which of his men with the rest 2112|Was sent out, and the world was free. 2112|In his house, in his house alone, 2112|The old gods stand, and the old gods stand 2112|Beside him there, the great God Jove, 2112|Who loves to rule supreme the world. 2112|Then will the new gods come to rule the world 2112|With their might: in the new gods' own land 2112|We shall worship, by turns, the old gods' God! 2112|But they, when at last the years are done, 2112|And the fires burn out, and the nights expire, 2112|They shall build the great wall of God's name 2112|By the sea: when the nations shall wait for Him 2112|In the new gods' land; in the land-land free, 2112|The new gods' God, as he is God, that knows 2112|The hearts of all, yet only knows of Gods, 2112|Sole God-maker, King of kings, shall come 2112|At times of joy, by the dark twilight hour 2112|Throwing into the night a starry cloud, 2112|Or twinkling starry star, or the light 2112|Of night, the glory of the world-stream clear 2112|And white over a land of mist and moss. 2112|A dream then, but a dream and vain. 2112|There shall not be a star to greet again 2112|The sons of men in the world's day end, 2112|But the old star of truth and of right, 2112|And the red star of time: to say to them 2112|_I am that is the truth, I am that is right._ 2112|There _shall_ be no star but there be light 2112|Of that which life gives light, as that there be 2112|No star but it hath this for beam on beam, 2112|To greet it all from right, from light from right, 2112|To man at life's life-dialing hour, man's 2112|Last hour of bliss; and this shall be the truth. 2112|Then, in the new gods' land, in the new gods' land, 2112|A day shall be born at the voice of the Word, 2112|To bless as well man's day: for it shall be born 2112|Of the new Star of Heaven, the new Star of Truth; 2112|The new Star of Right; of the new Star of God. 2112|And the next day, and the next day shall be bred 2112|New stars in its line, and yet a nightier still, 2112|Nor to fall as the dawning of a day, 2112|Nor to flow as the nightingale's as a lyre; 2112|But to fall as the nightingale and the sun 2112|That greet the day with their burning and life's fire 2112|Of glory, at last, and to die, and to fade, 2112|And fall as the fall of the flower, the sun, 2112|Or day's light, or sunset, from the dark to shine. 2112|So there shall be more music in heaven's air, 2112|More gleams of light from the starry Heaven: 2112|But the nightingale sings and the sun shines forlorn 2112|To see thy light be less of his gift than thine 2112|From the nightingale's singing and sunset's light 2112|To see the light of their flame perish in shade. 2112|But in life's day as thy day, or man's life too, 2112|As man his day of life, the stars of Right 2112|Shall shine for man till they meet with their death; 2112|And they shall perish, like their songs of right, 2112|Fateless, immortal, but never to fade, 2112|Nor go out as dreams, but rise in thine eyes 2112|And be as the light of his eyes, as the light 2112|Of thy spirit; and the light of their day 2112|Shall be light as thine being and life to thee, 2112|Or deathless as thy spirit. 2112|I have heard that the angels had 2112|A kingdom to rule, 2112|And that they had a king and a court 2112| ======================================== SAMPLE 31830 ======================================== 1852|We may say one word about the man 1852|With a name too fine, too high and reverend for the heart it bears!: 1852|But, what is that name to us? how should we know 1852|Save in the sense that he is so fond, of high renown? 1852|Our names may outlive the fame that we earn 1852|For the names they are but the fruits that they bear, 1852|But a name, for a name, they are the true name. 1852|A true name, but a name that is no more than a name, 1852|For that false name, and a name we would give them! 1852|How can the man be so much loved by so many 1852|Of whom he speaks? How can he be thought a friend 1852|To a man so proud? What is this, alas! 1852|Which makes him be held, by whom is his pride? 1852|The young man's pride? What's that to the old man's pride? 1852|The old man's pride? And the youth's? Is that more 1852|Than the faith to their hearts which he trusts? which he saith? 1852|The old man's faith, in whose name I have writ 1852|The words they employ which I make in defence of truth. 1852|This is true faith: but, alas! this is not a faith 1852|To be believed till it grows manifest 1852|To the blind and the blind! when, though truth is there, 1852|It is not what is visible to us in ourselves. 1852|Thus, while in vain I would hope, in vain believe, 1852|That some day that truth which I hold is to know, 1852|I must give my trust to others, and trust them too: 1852|Those who wish that I hold indeed I do miss 1852|Who would prove that I hold indeed, and true. 1852|Who will prove? The man? The woman? the child 1852|Shall prove? Shall I tell to you the proof? Nay, nay! 1852|I can say with you all that I feel to say. 1852|One might think, if one were dwelling in such a world, 1852|That woman could not be so true. 1852|Yet to tell you, I do not confess, 1852|In truth, I have loved you, O young knight of mine: 1852|If you do not at once believe me, then you believe 1852|In what I have love you--or love all women who love you. 1852|I have loved you, young knight of mine, from your first 1852|Possession to the moment your sword flashed on the wall 1852|Of my room, and I heard the clamour of guns ring 1852|With a sound that all hearts, I am sure, had to hear. 1852|I was born, and lived there, with the sword, and the crowd, 1852|And the young men, and the children, and the aged men, 1852|And I listened to music, with lips that were wet 1852|With the tears, that were shed in the midst of the revel. 1852|And in my breast there seem'd only a spirit that swelled 1852|While I listened to music, in music of sorrows, 1852|In the music of dreams! And while listening thus there came 1852|My lady, as suddenly, back into the past 1852|To my mind, like an airy phantom, from whose eyes 1852|A great flood of memories, which had long been abroad, 1852|Had returned into the world, and my soul, no more 1852|In the past, but in the present, from its wandering, 1852|Look'd forth again, with a thrill of triumph! And she-- 1852|She smiled, and turned back to my room. 1852|"What, madame! How? 1852|How came you back to the past, I ask? 1852|Why did you enter through the locked outer doors? 1852|How had you do so soon to this happy hour? 1852|Why did you give me your hand?" 1852|So, not in the face 1852|Of a woman, but in the eyes 1852|Of a child, all the old, familiar tears fell 1852|O'er that child's countenance ======================================== SAMPLE 31840 ======================================== 13650|When the little children have played till they have 13650|Made them all jump, then they begin to play again! 13650|And for the joy of the fun that follows afterwards, 13650|They dance round the room, until the mother sits, 13650|And the little people sit round the mother, 13650|And the father, too, and the little children round 13650|Who have learnt to talk, and to knit, and to pray. 13650|I hope you will join me in singing the song, 13650|We were sitting all day by the shining sea, 13650|And I and my lady always were alone, 13650|But now that we've climbed down into the sand, 13650|And crossed ourselves, come out a second time, 13650|We two shall be alone, but you with me! 13650|I hope you will sing as I sing it, 13650|In a voice of guerdon, 13650|Of sweetness and pride that reigns 13650|In those sweet blue eyes, so bright and true, 13650|To the world's ugly and mean; 13650|But sing in such a tone 13650|That it bubbles and glows, 13650|Till the wicked and hateful think 13650|With envy and hate of my plain prattling. 13650|We two, we two, now, sing, 13650|Oh, sing with the poet's voice,-- 13650|And the world may change, and the world may not; 13650|But oh, sing with me, and never doubt! 13650|And when you and I are dust, 13650|Shall grow old like to-day, 13650|And when we're dust, shall grow strong and wise! 13650|"Wilt thou a queen be?" said the little boy, 13650|As, rising from his sunny slumber, 13650|He tossed his father's silver lute, 13650|With the fingers of his hands, 13650|As softly as a swallow's wing, 13650|He took it from his trembling fingers 13650|And cast it down the shadowy steep, 13650|Upon the banks of stream and shore: 13650|"Oh, thou shalt be a queen!" he said, 13650|And--"I love thee!" said he--"but hear ye, 13650|A king may wed a clown!" 13650|A king may wed a clown--the King of Denmark. 13650|A king may wed a clown--the King of Sweden; 13650|A king may wed a clown--the King of France; 13650|A king may wed a clown--the King of Poland; 13650|A King may wed a clown--the King of Hungary. 13650|Kingdoms come in clouds, but Kingdoms go in the sun-- 13650|One's royal and ain't no king at all! 13650|The little folks in the Little People's town, 13650|They talk as polite as you please; 13650|They put groceries on the house-top, too, 13650|And never said a word to orficers! 13650|In the little folks' garret, 13650|In the tiny town of Sarpedon, 13650|There lived a great, big bird of prey, 13650|Who built up a very fat nest; 13650|But the people of the Little People's town 13650|Were rather too noisy for orficers! 13650|A little lamb named Pat; 13650|Graceful he was, and very young, 13650|And yet he had a wondrous father; 13650|Just beneath the green turf he lay 13650|On His knee-- 13650|And that was why the people of Sarpedon 13650|Would lay on the ground so soon their "tent," 13650|To hark to the angels that was why! 13650|But the father was a gaudy fool, 13650|And the mother, who looked after him, 13650|Was as fat as a babby and plump 13650|As the best steed in the world was ugly! 13650|"Let us dance," they said: so they danced 13650|All night to the music of a saw: 13650|On a merry night in June, 13650|While the lights were flickering, 13650|A big fat kitten stood in the moonlight 13650|Under the old plum- ======================================== SAMPLE 31850 ======================================== 937|Hark to the music from afar! 937|When the wind of the north-east climbs, 937|That's the time to sing! 937|With its many notes of joy, 937|To the singing of birds and bees, 937|And the joyous night-wind, 937|How can I sing, 937|When all around 937|Are the stormy and silent clouds, 937|And the snow in the glens. 937|Yet I sing to the song of love, 937|In distant past and present, 937|In all the places 937|Where the world is so grand in space 937|And the whole wide earth is vast, 937|And the whole wild world is vast, 937|That I hope, when I'm old, 937|I shall never grow old; 937|In many a far-away place 937|My heart would love again, 937|In many a distant scene 937|It would go longing, longing 937|There, under the stars! 937|To this great world of sorrow, 937|To this world of sorrow, 937|That I think so great in the sight 937|I'm not quite contented. 937|And if I cannot enjoy 937|All the beauty its glory, 937|What can I but live for? 937|I hope there's a good reason 937|For the things I long to be, 937|Whether in the midst of the day, 937|Or the joys of the night. 937|It is true I am a young man; 937|And I seem so small and light; 937|Aye, and my heart is as large and bold, 937|As the ocean it takes in. 937|But though I am so small and light, 937|Yet I wear a crown about my head; 937|A crown which I found in my grave 937|While I was, what, eleven years dead. 937|And this crown, in the graves I have made 937|Has been worn by many a man. 937|Aye, when the battle has all been done 937|And the strife of the day is done; 937|Then I may go to the end alone; 937|And all the rest of the world may be 937|A heap of a broken heap. 937|For I will not lose -- I will keep 937|A heart as strong as a heart found in the dust; 937|A heart that is strong with tears of contrition, 937|For love has been found too deep. 937|"A red rose, red roses!" cries a boy; 937|Who has not heard the song, 937|Of a great red rose bloomed by a little child, 937|"There's a garden growing all over, 937|In the land of hearts and of children; 937|"And there the sweet flowers of all time 937|In their fragrance are blent in a way 937|That the mystic old angelus 937|Has never caught before. 937|"And there in the sunlight are bright flashes of blue, 937|And red is the hue of red roses; 937|And there, in the shadow, are hues of crimson, 937|And love has a royal crimson! 937|"And there, in the night, is always the white moon, 937|And the stars that rise and come down; 937|And they twinkle so merrily, so merrily, 937|"And ever by day, and by night 937|And every hour of the nights, 937|They're always shining to show the world 937|In an ever-mutable light: 937|"A red rose, red roses!" cries the boy. 937|"But why does the world say, 'Come and see, 937|'A red rose, red roses' 937|And call it a flower by its strange name? 937|Ah, no one can tell where or why 937|They grew, or whose they are grown to! 937|"No one can tell why that red rose blooms; 937|But the little maiden here 937|Will tell you a tale of love and wrong 937|That was made in the land of love ======================================== SAMPLE 31860 ======================================== 2294|And the old, old, old, old! 2294|That's the way of them that go 2294|From the city to the camp; 2294|But the way of them that come 2294|Back from the sea, 2294|Wolves are the dogs they have 2294|And an elephant a friend. 2294|The lion has a country home and a friend: 2294|The tiger has another: 2294|The wolf has his hound, the eagle a dove, 2294|The eagle a friend and a country. 2294|_"If you and I were going on a long-back road, 2294|We could ease the burden by traveling at a Glide._ 2294|Oh, the day is fine and cold 2294|As when a boy was born, 2294|And my old book says "beautiful days 2294|May be passed like a song, 2294|And the stars that shine in the heavens, 2294|Are as bright for you and me!"_ 2294|"And there's peace in the blue evening skies 2294|When you and I are old," 2294|Is like my old book's message. 2294|Oh, the day is fine and cold, 2294|As when a boy was born; 2294|And my old book says "beautiful days 2294|May be passed like a song!"_ 2294|What a little town near to the sea, 2294|Little town of Mineola, 2294|Little town of the golden skies 2294|And my little-ones and mine! 2294|From the town of great lakes 2294|They sailed up to the sea, 2294|And now they are home again 2294|And I am home among my friends. 2294|Ah, there is fun in town, 2294|Ah, there is joy in town; 2294|There's a smile of home and rest 2294|In the people of my town! 2294|Little town of my birth, 2294|Little town by the sea, 2294|I love you so, you babies, 2294|And you girls, and boys! 2294|There's the schoolroom full of beauty 2294|And a garden all to please, 2294|And the joy of playing with my toys 2294|And my little girl, O La Prairie! 2294|_From a painting by_ M. C. LEYMAN & Company._ 2294|I know that I am coming to-night, 2294|With a little train of angels shining at my back, 2294|And little boy and girl as white in the light 2294|As the mist that rolls across the moon at night, 2294|You will know, as I come, that the bells are ringing all over town!_ 2294|'Twas a dream that I dreamt last night 2294|Of my happy days around the fire, 2294|With a little girl that I love 2294|By my side, and that word in my ear 2294|Aye, and the bells of my town 2294|Ceasing to ring to "We'll be strong," 2294|And the lights of my town 2294|Ringing out to the world beyond. 2294|The sun has risen on his first of many evenings, 2294|In the old churchyard out of the west; 2294|He stands before the door of my window, 2294|And speaks to me softly and low, 2294|While the gray twilight is gray as his coming, 2294|In the window I keep looking out. 2294|"Look, my darling, you look so young," 2294|He says, "You look so lovely in white; 2294|And this is my beloved little daughter, 2294|With her little hand so white and pink. 2294|"I will place her beside you this night 2294|In this wonderful white dress I bring, 2294|And watch the very angels over her 2294|As she smiles at you with tender eyes." 2294|When his little daughter wept 2294|So bitterly and shyly out, 2294|I whispered, and said softly, "Don't cry, darling-- 2294|This is only a dream I've had, 2294|But you _shall_ wake up and see her again, and love her!" 2294|And when I looked once more at the window, 22 ======================================== SAMPLE 31870 ======================================== 845|He who has heard the news would say, 845|"Oh, what a dream!" 845|All day by the noisy river, 845|Where the white fog comes, 845|Where the wind comes from the snow, 845|Where the fog lives, 845|All day I have heard the rain, 845|The pattering rain, 845|The white rain falling so slow 845|That sometimes a wave of it 845|Fell on me. 845|In summer and winter, I have told 845|His daughter's death; 845|For I knew that little maiden dead, 845|And that she did not live. 845|In the dark, in the snow, when the rain 845|Was falling so slow 845|That the river seemed a river of snow 845|That flowed between us, 845|I never cared, 845|Nor ever had a wish or thought of life or death, 845|Until at last 845|The rain began to fall so slow 845|That it froze the trees, 845|Then, with never a breath, we let go 845|The railing rope, and I dropped down 845|Into the shadowy lake, 845|Like a canoe 845|That has drifted, while the wind and tide 845|In a continual interlude keep time 845|To the song. 845|Ah, why forget my work and my play, 845|What trouble is here? 845|What help, what assurance? 845|What hope for a home? 845|If I never die, 845|Will the child be quite sure when his birthday comes 845|That mother will have grown old? 845|Away to the forest that laughs! 845|The forest of laughter, so white! 845|It will be all right 845|Though I never die! 845|It is here, and the trees, and the water, 845|And the white stars of heaven to the white tree, 845|Make the day seem more day, 845|And the night far off is a dream, 845|I would not be far from thee. 845|O green, sweet, sunny earth 845|Of which so much may say! 845|Let me be one, all, all! 845|And I'll love thy sun, thy woods, 845|And thou at last, alone! 845|Here in the autumn sun, 845|I saw the sea, it seemed, 845|Not for my sake, but to see, 845|Like a dream-waking sprite, 845|The world's great sea appear, 845|Whose billows of laughter sound, 845|And a merry song of their song 845|Told from the hollow of my mouth, 845|And the blue of the blue wave, 845|In our little garden-plot, 845|The sweetest of all. 845|To the white, and the light 845|A path would lead away-- 845|I have loved of sweet and from pain, 845|But to-day my path is set 845|Beneath one tree! 845|The sun looks down on them,-- 845|The sun looks down on them! 845|But she is not sad nor cold, 845|Or she would die, I think! 845|He looks, but never speaks, 845|Till the pale sun sinks down, 845|Like a child beneath the grave, 845|A man's-voice of death. 845|The tree bends, and they fade 845|Out of sight and sight, 845|It is dark, and the wind blows. 845|Away! away! away! 845|Oh, it is not fair yet 845|All these strange things of air 845|To see! 845|The leaves stand fast, or fall 845|In a way I know not. 845|But, oh, to the skies! 845|I seem a bird that sings 845|Out of the sky! 845|The wind with a sigh, 845|The earth replying, is still-- 845|But the branches of the tree 845|So fair! 845|Then the tree ======================================== SAMPLE 31880 ======================================== 1165|With the air of your soul. 1165|The silence of night and the stars 1165|Are ours on earth, and yours is sky and sea. 1165|And you -- still in the old white school -- 1165|Have your soul's peace 1165|And you still walk the mountains, 1165|Or wander through the night. 1165|Where your soul lives is the same 1165|As ours that never knew or goes. 1165|The silence is yours and mine, 1165|But our silence is yours and mine. 1165|Oh, you and I have walked at dusk 1165|By the ancient ways, 1165|And the old stories we have learned 1165|Come back to our life. 1165|And out of those old fires we look 1165|At the dusk of night -- 1165|I saw the old man of the gray hood 1165|Ride on before. 1165|And then he spoke: "I saw you dress, 1165|And walk, and smile, 1165|As those who were with me in youth 1165|Come home to-night." 1165|And I: "Oh, I see all these, now, 1165|And more than all. 1165|My soul and mine and yours, our own, 1165|Are the same." 1165|He smiled and rode from that old day; 1165|I knew he was glad. 1165|His lips moved like the kiss of May 1165|Or the soft breath of May. 1165|When I am in your heart to-night, 1165|Take me and me with you 1165|Through the dark we know with you -- 1165|I and my soul with you. 1165|I am glad with what the old days are, 1165|With how we all are glad -- 1165|Not all in black, and red not all in gold, 1165|But all in love. 1165|For I am glad, with what the old days are, 1165|With the things that are glad; 1165|And I sit in the dusk with a woman 1165|Whose heart is glad that is glad. 1165|The moon and the sunset have touched and been kissed 1165|With the lips of the people of long ago -- 1165|Their lips that hold a song that is old -- 1165|With their deep love for the old years; 1165|And the eyes of the people are still in the moon, 1165|And the eyes of the people are still in the sun, 1165|And the eyes of the people are still in me, 1165|And I know not; but know them by sight, 1165|And by touch and by word, 1165|And know -- if ever I know -- 1165|That a soul in the heart of a soul, in the heart of a soul, 1165|Grows up forevermore. 1165|The night's wind has ruffled the clouds and the hills, 1165|Torn away the great heavens so far that I see them shine 1165|As bright as a dream of a woman that sleeps or wakes; 1165|The star that she waits in the night for has risen -- 1165|She waits in the starlight of his shining face; 1165|The wind has blown over the hills and the woods, 1165|Touched them to the red and the rose of the morn. 1165|And the night is red with the light of the day, 1165|Where I seem her mother -- she whose heart is my heart, 1165|She who waits in the dark for the face, who lifts her face, 1165|With her eyes that watch for a sign that the stars keep watch, 1165|And her mouth, a sodden lips of roses white. 1165|Oh, the night wind's voice, through my eyes as it flies, 1165|Is the voice of the wind of the South, blown in the sky, 1165|And the hills' wind-shaken voice, when the skies fall, 1165|Is the moan of the land that had no voice in the world. 1165|I have seen a firelit room, 1165|Where the walls were lit with burnishments 1165|Of a soft and siren red -- 1165|The softest tone there is, 1165|By far and away, 1165|Within my life, and my heart ======================================== SAMPLE 31890 ======================================== 28591|Who is this? 28591|This is the name of one. 28591|This is the grace of many. 28591|This is the truth of all. 28591|I do not think he _was_ my Brother. I have no word to say. 28591|I do not think he was my Brother; I know his glory cannot lie; 28591|But I think if men could learn such glory from him, they might see 28591|To what far end is only known to God. 28591|There is a woman; her name is Ruth; 28591|She has no home; she does not know 28591|Whence she draws her water, how to draw it; 28591|Nor any wisdom to discern 28591|The best way to draw from it 28591|The dew of the moon. 28591|I think a little sister,--perhaps 28591|A child asleep in her little bed,-- 28591|When she can see the moon, is quite as wise 28591|As any sister. 28591|When the moon turns a penny 28591|She turns a dime. 28591|As a child the moon is the friend 28591|Of the sick, the poor, the poor, 28591|Her face the mirror in which we see 28591|Ourselves reflected. 28591|When with moon-land moonlight 28591|She is turned to mirror gold, 28591|She turns a dime. 28591|When the moon is turned to penny 28591|She turns a one-hundred-thru-sixpence. 28591|As the moon at night 28591|Is turned to dime, 28591|Is turned to friend, is turned to mother, 28591|The moon turns all to sun. 28591|All of them turn into moon, 28591|All of them go to mother, 28591|The moon is turned to nickel, 28591|The children turn to sun. 28591|I'm going to my first dance 28591|When the moon is full, 28591|All of them I should dance with 28591|And get some new name for. 28591|When the moon is full, 28591|All of them go to school, 28591|The very next door class I go 28591|Should give me a black eye-piece. 28591|O, there's plenty I can do, 28591|I'll have to write for hours, 28591|And I soon will be in school 28591|When the moon is full. 28591|My mother and sisters 28591|All of them cry; 28591|I am going to my first dance 28591|When the moon is full. 28591|I'm going to my first dance 28591|When the moon is full, 28591|I go by the side of the river, 28591|And they are too young 28591|To understand me, so I'll sit down 28591|And they're going to have no _speech_. 28591|And after they're gone away, 28591|When I've given them my last talk, 28591|I shall write the day and the hour, 28591|And send it by post. 28591|O, there's plenty I can do, 28591|I'll have to write for hours, 28591|And I soon shall have to tell 28591|I've been bad instead; 28591|I'll have to write for hours 28591|And give up all my friends 28591|Because it's clear they don't know 28591|When the moon is full. 28591|The wind blows cold 28591|And the air is chill, 28591|So it walks in a sad, sad mood 28591|Till it smiles at my face. 28591|The wind blows cold, 28591|The air is chill, 28591|So it walks in a sad, sad mood 28591|Till I seem at home. 28591|There's not a cloud in the heavens above me to-day 28591|To make me sad and lonely, 28591|And there's not a bird in the forest to wake me in sleep-- 28591|And I go to my first dance 28591|When the moon is full. 28591|I'll be glad to take my seat 28591|In the pewter barrel, 28591|And drink to the good company 28591|Of Mary and me for a mile ======================================== SAMPLE 31900 ======================================== 1746|But the woe was mine, the woe was mine! 1746|"But I was all alone that night, and I heard, 1746|When the storm grew cold, my father's voice: 1746|'Son! the night is past; the night is past! 1746|For we have slept all night and we will sleep all day; 1746|We had no other task, and no one told us when.' 1746|"And I rose up, and I left my couch asleep; 1746|And I said to God: 'O, this is good, 1746|Good enough for a man to go back to his home! 1746|For he shall have his woman, and his wife shall be 1746|Than all the little children that he has known.' 1746|"Then God brought forth a man from the earth, 1746|And He stretched out His hand and touched Him. 1746|God said, 'Take this new man from the earth, 1746|And bless him. Let him look, and see, 1746|And know that He is touched of Me.' 1746|To a very young man 1746|God said to a very young man 1746|That he should be a warrior, 1746|A builder of towers in a pen, 1746|And God's will is that he shall do it. 1746|And he built the house, and he made it strong, 1746|And the young man was brave and thought not of his sins. 1746|But a grey day came, 1746|And he slept in the dark, and his dreams 1746|Killed him, and he went down in the sea. 1746|And the sea turned to a fiery tide, 1746|And all of his men came on him, and burned him, and slew 1746|And he perished, and God took him then. 1746|A man that was old and out of style 1746|With the young men of his time--his name was John. 1746|John stood at his door, 1746|And his children, like the wild beasts out on the hills, 1746|Tried in his den, 1746|To torture him. 1746|He answered God's call in a voice of fire, 1746|And he said, Oh, I should be dead without a weapon, 1746|My sword and my axe of the iron be of no more use! 1746|They could not pierce the iron, and the steel was so cold, 1746|The men could not slay, for they were all withered and old. 1746|They would have thrust their throats to the sharp steel, and stabbed 1746|Their hearts out with the knives, and they had done them foul dishonor; 1746|But John would not see it, but God said, Oh, the fire 1746|That you put out 1746|Goes out of the sky! 1746|They are dead! I have taken them home. 1746|My wife had taken them. 1746|So now you cannot bring them home, John. 1746|My son, my son, and the son's wife, 1746|All have perished in the streets. 1746|There was one lone child of mine, John, and I bear 1746|The tears of their children, and my house is desolate. 1746|And they will weep for the living, till the face 1746|Of the heavens shall tremble with the night that is to come. 1746|Oh, they have given me no living; 1746|They have given me no spirit to live. 1746|They made me a spirit in their body: 1746|But I loved the living, and I loved them all. 1746|For the house is deserted and no one is there. 1746|Weeping, they stand with their lifeless babes 1746|Upon the floor; 1746|And I bear for them to their God. 1746|I have not a penny to my name. 1746|When I am dead, no father 1746|Will know me; 1746|My husband and my brothers, 1746|Will cry and say: 1746|'He lies in the street, an' a brother's gone away, 1746|To the land where the water flows far down, 1746|Where the hills are strong and old as the land of the Lord. 1746|Weep, women, weep for him, 1746 ======================================== SAMPLE 31910 ======================================== 1365|So, as the night came on in silence, 1365|The children left us in the chamber, 1365|And from my heart a sudden longing 1365|For you reawakened uncontroll'd. 1365|The day, that had for hour been dying, 1365|Became the second day of Summer; 1365|And when the third day, reddening now 1365|With the earliest light, appear'd, we parted; 1365|I to my chamber, where for hours 1365|I lay, possessed of strange regret, 1365|Lest, by some ill dream in my sleep, 1365|I should lose, perchance, your company. 1365|I look'd, and saw her in the chamber, 1365|Where, as the sunlight died away, 1365|I sat beneath the elm's shadowy canopy; 1365|And ever, as I look back on it, 1365|I see, far more near than in the past, 1365|Her lovely eyes, her lovely form, 1365|Her lovely voice, that cry sedate, 1365|And then its gentleness revived 1365|Her accent, and at my own sweet will 1365|She spake, and with her voice, and her eyes,-- 1365|The words so beautiful,--flicker'd back to me. 1365|The day that was now, as I remember, 1365|So pale, and so withdrawn, and so withdrawn, 1365|Was to me the day of your departure. 1365|Why did I think of you, sweet? I loved you. 1365|You are so good, you are so tender hearted, 1365|And I was so happy, but I fear 1365|It was not love but indifference 1365|(As one supposes) that made you so good. 1365|Dost thou remember, dear, yesterday, 1365|When that last kiss to our lips was given, 1365|And I was silent, and I dare not speak? 1365|Well, then, the thought of your reply was waiting, 1365|And of your speaking, too, I dreading. 1365|Let no vain or malicious words, 1365|With such a theme, be heard in our garden! 1365|Let not garden walls appear rude, 1365|But make garden halls as gay, 1365|As we that walk our daily rounds! 1365|And let not flowers, but flowers alone 1365|Upon our faces shine, 1365|And let our voices, even, be weak and low. 1365|No vain or malicious words, but rather 1365|pure, and pleasant, and inviting, and pleasing. 1365|We have not time, nor heart, nor soul,-- 1365|We are so weary of the chase, 1365|Lest we should be forgetful too 1365|Of that dear fellowship of thoughts 1365|Which ever are with us at play, 1365|And we who now are absent breathe in the air. 1365|All good things are in the sky, 1365|Yet all to us must be sent through the air. 1365|What time is this we vainly say, 1365|That life is worth its pains? 1365|To-day I would I were a bird that sings to-day 1365|In the meadow above our cottage, 1365|Or floating in the air above the garden, 1365|Or in the sun that climbs the hill with his rays. 1365|No other life is worth possessing! 1365|And when I walk upon the hill 1365|And look out on the valley below him, 1365|The valleys seem full of water, 1365|And the hilltops full of trees 1365|And the meadow full of grass. 1365|Then I recall the hours of pleasure 1365|When the fields seem full of grain; 1365|When I see the cattle graze, 1365|And the sheep that wander by the stream. 1365|Then I see the cowslip tufts 1365|In the meadow close beside the river, 1365|And the meadow paths with dew 1365|And the blue pond floating by like gold. 1365|Then I picture the apple-bloom, 1365|And the white and rustling corn, 1365|And the fields of sunflowers, 1365|And the paths of daisies ======================================== SAMPLE 31920 ======================================== 21011|A little bird to the moon at night 21011|Sings sweet and sadly and wearily 21011|"Poor little moon that goes so soon, 21011|Hither!" oh, how sorrowful her song! 21011|As she sings, "Good-bye, good-bye, to-night"-- 21011|With the sun's light all a-shining and fair, 21011|She will not come again, I know, 21011|But, dying, whisper, "Moon, why so soon?" 21011|"Oh, why so soon?" the moon would say; 21011|"Come back: come back: come back to me"-- 21011|And softly, from the sunset west, 21011|Sang she, "Sweetest child, why so soon?" 21011|And he, "Why so soon?"--Moon, who sang, 21011|"Why?" said I,--"Why so soon? Come back"-- 21011|To the twilight west again I went 21011|For a new kiss, once more to see 21011|That little, white face grow fair and young 21011|With light of happy lips aloft 21011|And kiss on kiss of lips that knew 21011|To what things the spirit had been led, 21011|Who knows--but let me kiss that face! 21011|With a soft, light laugh and dance and grace 21011|She came up from the sunset west; 21011|And, oh, I think in that short while 21011|The sweetest grace in all the world 21011|Took of our love a richer tinge, 21011|For she was a queen,--a queen of love! 21011|For she was, like moon and star, 21011|A royal spirit--king of love! 21011|And no man may say by sight alone 21011|That Beauty is not crowned with pain, 21011|As all our life has crowned it thus: 21011|From the sweet life we live there, we learn 21011|By its own bitter sounds to be 21011|In the long moment when they pass 21011|The lips have kissed and lips must feel. 21011|So, through our love, like flowers that bloom 21011|From an inner world of pain and care, 21011|The deep, sad memory of wrong-- 21011|We learn our hearts are vainly strong 21011|Lest then we cry, "Oh, do not stir!" 21011|And in our sin, we know it well, 21011|"How sad!" we sigh: "and why, indeed, 21011|Can we be happy?" If the thought 21011|Of life after death have stirred 21011|In us the anguish that is due 21011|To love-lovers in the years--what dream 21011|Of bliss, then, our souls atone we know 21011|We can! 21011|The day is out of sight: who knows 21011|Where, in that day's pageant, is laid 21011|Grief's head? 21011|The day is out of mind: when 21011|The light comes back to tell us it lies 21011|Deep in the heart? 21011|And joy hath made its heart's black gulf 21011|More wide and strong; and with a cry 21011|We hear the coming tide of night; 21011|Now it, who holds our souls in fee? 21011|Its smile, how small it wavers then 21011|Above our grief, how dark it shines, 21011|While, like a silver dagger-wound, 21011|The bright, glad memory of bliss 21011|That gushed in our hearts is turned away! 21011|Ah, how I long the grave's deep gloom 21011|Above that dark and silent sea-- 21011|Yet, if a tear fell, we must 21011|Mourn not another thought and sigh, 21011|But, when we weep, say, "'Tis but for us." 21011|We are not angels, who that day 21011|Who meet with evil, may not flee 21011|Out of our place, though in the sun 21011|We see the sun! 21011|We shall be seen in that dark storm, 21011|And, ere the sun sinks to the west, 21011|To greet the night with dancing tune. 21011|And yet, while singing and with song, ======================================== SAMPLE 31930 ======================================== 1728|the sea-waves, where we now lie and dwell. 1728|Hear him, O thou of the far-famed bones and teeth, Odysseus! for 1728|thy house shall be desolate. Yea, and we shall perish a 1728|doomless death. But if thou willest to endure 1728|it, now shalt thou hear the glory of thy brother's face. 1728|Even now shall the sun hasten his course of glory, and 1728|the moon give forth her light, and I shall see the sons of 1728|this folk by name of noble Hector; then our wives and 1728|maidens shall come from the well-builded wall, and sons to 1728|her wedded men shall take from the well-stor'd ship the 1728|breast of the brave son of Odysseus. Ah, what a word it is to 1728|speak! How shall a man fight with a man? and how be reconciled 1728|to a man in the face of men? How shall a woman love a man that 1728|neither his wife nor his mate may see? For even now a 1728|gleam of grace shall be on the eyes of the blessed gods, and 1728|the raiment of the world by the hands of Achilles shall 1728|be raiment in woeful rags and shabby, nor shall we see a 1728|man's face, as heretofore, when we were here. But when 1728|doubt is cast to the nought, and thou seeest with thy 1728|mind's eye, come on, and bethink thee of thy friends; but 1728|thou shalt not fail me, nor lose thy life as thou dost now, 1728|that thou mayest surely know that thou wilt never make 1728|me forget thee, that the Trojans and Achaeans shall 1728|rejoice, and that the might of the Achaeans shall be 1728|upon the Trojans, and the earth cover them utterly." 1728|And I spake saying, "How shall I know these things? yet 1728|once for all be sure that I shall make good my word 1728|and my oath, that I will slay Telemachus and his father 1728|Odysseus at the forenoon, when I come hither to a 1728|far country of Pylos, for I hope to have slain him. But in 1728|the day of mine death I leave it in your hand, your 1728|friend Telemachus, and I will return home hither, and take 1728|further counsel." 1728|Then Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: "Nay 1728|the word is goodly in heart. Nay, be sure of it, and when 1728|you bid me to the house of grieving, make me come straight 1728|again to my father's house, if so be that we may meet 1728|evermore in battle, as our pact was that we should, even 1728|there, in the forenoon, I and Nestor; and this is indeed 1728|the strait of Hell that shall cover us. For whensoever I 1728|shall come to Pylos, it shall be to my father's house." 1728|Then Telemachus answered him, saying: "Ah, now, Telemachus, 1728|my father's father, and also thy mother's mother have 1728|spoken falsely. For not without purpose we went to the house 1728|of Odysseus and our meeting is not yet returned. But now 1728|go to my father's house, and we will see about aught else 1728|other than vainly striving for the hardihood of the Achaeans. 1728|And I bade him be ready, even as he bid me, when he 1728|got back to the house of Hades, and to see his mother, 1728|how the matter be when he should come to this place, and 1728|tell her. Nay, but this thing do not think, that I shall 1728|dishonour thee; nay, keep not wrath in the thought of me 1728|against thee for the things wrought with my hand from the 1728|other women, even to the ends of the earth. For methinks 1728|that we shall suffer much evil in the land, and many a man 1728| ======================================== SAMPLE 31940 ======================================== 1727|I cannot lie, nor will I go to my own country and go by myself." 1727|In the end he chose me for a share of the house (for he wished his 1727|men to have as much of it as possible); then he took me to his own 1727|house and said that he would have a meal with his servants, and also 1727|made me his wife. But I never quite convinced him. 1727|"The gods and Apollo," he said, "have given me to this fate, for 1727|if I took you, and were to wed my friend, you would die of 1727|happiness in the midst of a throng of women that are in love with you 1727|and in love with you. I am too highly honoured among all the 1727|people who have come into Troy; so take me back where I am going 1727|and bring me to my home again. If I am not to you that you would 1727|accept me, there is still some one who is much better and will 1727|take you to your father's house when you come hither, and will 1727|hire me." 1727|On this he took Euryclea to his father's house, but gave Pallas 1727|the body of the man, who had never married and was now the 1727|father of Alcestis. 1727|Then Minerva came to bewail'd the soul of Pallas and her sorrow 1727|did not cease; she went to the house of the hapless Odysseus and 1727|bade the mournful maids to set the body on a bier, and to spread 1727|the mournful song throughout the city. {104} The maids did as 1727|the goddess had said, and the body came to the house when 1727|the woman's brothers had killed Ulysses at his home. The other 1727|sons were lying apart in the house chamber, in which there was 1727|nothing to view but the poor widow's body, and the other ones 1727|were sleeping in the outer court round the house. When they had 1727|rest of the night, she rose in her sleep to take the body to the 1727|house of the disheartened wife of her husband. 1727|But the other women did not sleep that night--for they were anxiously 1727|waiting to hear the sound of the mother's lament. They laid the 1727|body on her knees that it might be safe at the house, but even 1727|so the others slept, and they could not get closer about it 1727|within the house; the only sound that came through the empty 1727|instruments was the sobbing of the young girl Medon who was lying 1727|cold on the ground. 1727|The next morning Minerva came to the house, and she found Ulysses 1727|and Euryclea weeping loud in the gloom; they came outside, and 1727|they gave their sorrow the shout about, while all the others 1727|brought in the body of their dead friend. They took the woman's 1727|body out of the place and laid it on four spits into the hot 1727|fire, and the others carried him back to the house into a 1727|great heap of ashes. Thereon she went back to her own house and 1727|began mourning evermore with her weeping children and wife, who 1727|wailed for shame, and her father and mother came also. 1727|{105} Now there was no one who saw us, but all the people 1727|thought we were going to fall upon the body of the man who had 1727|so rudely come to the house. We were all afraid, for we were about 1727|to fight; we saw no one and we did not know. Then Medon, who 1727|was in his room, came out and stood upon the threshold, saying: 1727|"Is this the man who came yesterday at morning time, with a spear 1727|and the blood of his father flowing out of him? What is he doing 1727|down in the garden? Where is all this uproar about his body? 1727|Help me, O father, help us, for now we see him on the threshold 1727|with blood on his hands." 1727|And Ulysses answered, "Son of Laertes, the gods have given you the 1727|flesh of our son Ulysses ======================================== SAMPLE 31950 ======================================== 15370|For now I can't get a bite!" 15370|She said, "I wish I had a horse, 15370|A horse of little weight: 15370|To drive a car would be a task 15370|But horses are my pride." 15370|She bought a horse of one tooth 15370|And tied a string about his tail; 15370|He was so small he'd no seat, 15370|He made a pleasant scratch. 15370|She bought a horse of five teeth, 15370|And she tied a cord about his head; 15370|He was so small that all the boys 15370|Said he would never play. 15370|She bought a horse of seven teeth, 15370|And she tied him to a post; 15370|He was so big, the boys all said 15370|He never would go home. 15370|She bought a horse of eight teeth, 15370|And she made him trot the whole day long-- 15370|They thought that he must go. 15370|Her mother bought a dog and pony 15370|(A horse, a pony, and a wig) 15370|And, with the smallest of them all, 15370|She brought her son away. 15370|If he were here, if he were here, 15370|To wish her well and play 15370|He sha'n't like to lose his tail-- 15370|They say, "He'll grow and get him fat." 15370|Now, do you know what that dog and pony 15370|Then sat all by themselves, 15370|And wished their mother's son well and play, 15370|And wished their mother's son good-by. 15370|A boy was sick, and he went to his bed. 15370|He laid his hand on the boy's apron, 15370|So it folded round him warm and nice. 15370|The boy got up, kissed the boy good-by, 15370|And went off to his bed again. 15370|A dog and pony went out together. 15370|The pony gave the dog a good good lick, 15370|And so the pony fell and died of a disease. 15370|Baa, baa, black sheep, 15370|Give over, give in, give in! 15370|A fox went out to hunt the deer; 15370|He found a good hardwood ground, 15370|Where he could dig, and lie down, 15370|And sleep and be a merry man. 15370|The fox woke up in the morning bright, 15370|And looked around, and found a nice hole 15370|To dig, and lay down, and sleep, and be a good buck. 15370|The buck started out and yawned, 15370|And went to sleep, and was a buck! 15370|He digged his holes so deep and deep, 15370|That when he dug his ground so deep, 15370|He never more was digged by man. 15370|The buck then hastened to another hole 15370|And laid him down, and dug him deeper, 15370|And laid him down, and dug him deeper, 15370|Till he the earth gave way on high; 15370|And that was quite enough for him to do 15370|To stay alive, and dig, and lie, and dig. 15370|The fox himself was quite as ready to die, 15370|For hole after hole he dug and hid, 15370|'Till, through and through, he laid the bow, 15370|And turned in a white flagry horse. 15370|Then rose he from his earth, and he sprang 15370|The hounds and hunted the hunter fast, 15370|And then he was a fox again. 15370|There was a little boy, 15370|Who lived in the house that I live in, 15370|And how his life was made, I do not know. 15370|He had a little table spread, 15370|Where cowslips and a pretty shrine 15370|In bright garlands hung behind the door. 15370|There were also some little roses 15370|In garlands of enamelled gold, 15370|Which hung upon the little boy's neck. 15370|He always had a bowl of cream, 15370|All dripping and dripping, as you'll see. 15370|And milk,--his life was ======================================== SAMPLE 31960 ======================================== 19096|His mighty name with triumph sung; 19096|He rose, he sang, he strove to be 19096|A warrior-captain; 19096|He slew the lion, too, 19096|With sword of flame, in the days 19096|That he was strong. 19096|And now, like a noble chieftain, 19096|He sits amidst his realm, 19096|All-warrior-willed and all-proud, 19096|Proud-hearted, to his doom, 19096|That which he cannot choose; 19096|He loves his land as his life, 19096|His race and his heritage; 19096|He rides the lion's course alone, 19096|His legions are but one: 19096|His will is law: the lion's reign 19096|Is but the gallows-man's life, 19096|Whose death is doom alone, 19096|For a nation's soul: the lion's pride, 19096|His country's will; his will is law, 19096|His strength is mercy, in whose tide 19096|Death itself is tide. 19096|All-warrior-willed, all-proud, 19096|He sits amid his mighty land, 19096|With spirit-words unswervin', 19096|And, like an eagle, in his heart 19096|There rides the wild and fatal soul, 19096|For whom he stands. 19096|From day to day, through land and sea 19096|His glory is unfurlin', 19096|Nor ends with one dark day when 19096|His banners are no more. 19096|And the eyes of mankind are glistin' 19096|With the great deeds he done, 19096|As they gaze to the morrow's grave, 19096|And wonder what he be. 19096|And from the graveless souls of youth, 19096|Who walk the ways of truth 19096|They know he will surely rise, 19096|On cloud and from cloud: 19096|There's an iron-willed heart, which now, 19096|In silence, is dreaming, 19096|When the sunbeam is softly dripping 19096|On every gleam of snow; 19096|When the lark begins to soar, 19096|Unburdening morn's black banner, 19096|Which waves aloft with fervour; 19096|When the wind is in the leaves, 19096|And the snow is on the ground; 19096|When the forest-haunted stream 19096|Mantles the lonesome feet; 19096|When the sunbeam is shining 19096|Clear and warm on sky and hills; 19096|When the water-lily wreathes 19096|To the leaf on every bough; 19096|When the autumn wind is breathing, 19096|To awaken and purify; 19096|When the sun looks on the river, 19096|Dawn-hued, with a brightening trace; 19096|When the clouds are melting into mists-- 19096|And the heart is beating 19096|To the spirit-globes, and beating 19096|Of the mighty ocean-gates. 19096|And the moon-lit eyes of the stars! 19096|And their radiant light and glow! 19096|'Neath a shadowy cloudless sky. 19096|In the midst of the wide and wild West, 19096|Sudden o'er the tranquil, deep blue sky, 19096|Rises to the dark-blue, silent sea, 19096|The pale, pale sky of the peaceful east. 19096|Like the sea of the sky, the pale moon 19096|Pales in the East as the sunset pearl, 19096|And with the sunset glow, the amber 19096|Pale-blue waves of broad, unbroken foam, 19096|Like the blue, deep eye of a sleeping gem, 19096|The blue, clear eyes of the sunset pearl. 19096|I love, I love, ======================================== SAMPLE 31970 ======================================== 22803|And this day shall the gods fulfil their promise. 22803|But thou, my son, if thou art minded to seek 22803|Thee under ground, go not, but, with me, 22803|With other friends and kindred bear thy way 22803|To Scyros where his golden-roofèd town 22803|Hath halls of peace and plenty and of joy, 22803|Where is the home where men are happy of heart, 22803|For all the world hath joy of its own, and men 22803|Are men for heaven, for heaven hath joy of mind, 22803|And all the land hath peace of mind in heaven. 22803|But I, being childless and old, when I came 22803|To Scyros, the dear home of happy men, 22803|When I had reached my twenty-fourth year, 22803|Saw no one live that did not in his home 22803|Have given a son to his old age; and one 22803|I loved, he being of my blood by all men 22803|Refined--as for my heart I would have given 22803|My soul to have a man--said no word again. 22803|And I was glad, and said to him, "My son, 22803|There is no man that would more gladly live 22803|Beneath my roof than me; and if I knew 22803|My son that would let me give him my old age; 22803|I will keep him for his sake and for mine. 22803|I will make him wise as I was, and he 22803|Will be a father to a son more good, 22803|Till I come with him flying from out Scyros, 22803|When my good ship will bring me back to Troy." 22803|But her son, his heart within him grown shrewder, 22803|Was filled with pity as with anger, 22803|And said, "If I have strength to give thee up 22803|A son so dear thy heart for mine, not mine 22803|Will death destroy us from Scyros, nor endow 22803|Our age with misery or loss of heaven." 22803|It was no child's father, only his son. 22803|And while they gazed one moment there, and then 22803|Turned with a bitter laugh as he passed with speed 22803|To be the lord of all earth and heaven, he 22803|Said, "My father, see, the king will have strength 22803|And be as happy as I, but what need he 22803|Or for my gift? O that he knew that I 22803|Would leave him meek, and would give him all my heart!" 22803|And as they came and went, still she gazed, 22803|And heard his voice: she could not take it in. 22803|But as they went the father passed, and found 22803|His mother weeping, and they cried together, 22803|"Our son hath won a mother--for a man: 22803|There is no other to his memory. 22803|But come, be comforted for now thy shame 22803|Come, be what thou wilt, and come, be what thou art." 22803|But the old man weeping did not hear, 22803|Bewilderment did he bear that saw them move 22803|From honour and the glory of the sun, 22803|Or the clear glory of a woman's woe, 22803|Which is a world of sorrow and of pain 22803|Before a woman has a thing done well, 22803|And is a thing that no man shall forget 22803|Who shall behold that deed her own in heaven 22803|And be her own, for it shall be no other 22803|Than what it is that takes its name from God. 22803|She said, "For that which is no woman's need 22803|Is to make one heart her own: she shall go 22803|Where her lord may go, and to his house; 22803|A life of honour is her portion, and his 22803|Whatsoever is his hath been her king 22803|And his her gift. But what should she receive 22803|In the earth or in the sun, when he brought her 22803|The name of wife from heaven, a bridegroom? 22803|A life of honour is a heaven to hers; 22803|It takes the place of earth and ======================================== SAMPLE 31980 ======================================== 8187|But, still the more the folly inflamed, 8187|The more the youth did love it too, 8187|The more they drank its poison up, 8187|And thus the cause of mischief got, 8187|To spread until the kingdom fell. 8187|There was a noble maiden there, 8187|Whose name is Gaspary, too, 8187|Who, when the time was ripe, was seen 8187|To dress her gown, and put it on! 8187|She, when the sun in summer shone, 8187|Her lover's name to name did call, 8187|While she, to ease his cares would dally, 8187|Would watch the sunbeams in the skies;-- 8187|The girl whose name of Gaspary 8187|Was Love himself, that loves and sighs. 8187|One night he said--"My sweetheart comes; 8187|"I will go and see her to-night; 8187|"I think her dying, Mary,--ah, me!-- 8187|"Her pail has n't an hour to lap, 8187|"To scoop the draught she cups with care; 8187|"Then, by my sainted father's name, 8187|"If I can steal to Gaspary 8187|"Hither shall we, there, hasten 8187|"Our happy meeting that to-night?" 8187|And, when he reached the garden gate 8187|He went to Mary to go-- 8187|And in the gate before him she 8187|Sat with her dearest, laughing, weeping; 8187|And in her hands her hand he found, 8187|A small, delicate, delicate lute, 8187|Swinging with sweet strokes of music, 8187|To give to that young stranger, Love. 8187|Her lips, her eye, and all was bright; 8187|And when, upon Love's lips alighting, 8187|The little, sparkling sound came wandering, 8187|Like wings which come to charm the earth, 8187|It fell upon the ear, that sweet 8187|Touched hearts of mortals never seem, 8187|"The light,"--but all's not as it seems, 8187|For some the light is gone, too, 8187|For some no light at all or so 8187|Will leave a lasting light behind. 8187|And thus the young, the gay Miss Gaspary 8187|Was seen in all this light of night, 8187|While many a happy thought she flung 8187|Around the youthful hosts of Love; 8187|While each one loved and lived and danced 8187|And laughed, until the sound went round, 8187|Of the dear little lute,--"The light!" 8187|The voice and all the movement were the work 8187|Of mere delight and no effort. 8187|But, oh, what hearts are torn in twain, 8187|That they should thus unite to part! 8187|It is the fatal moment, that sends 8187|The light away,--the last and least 8187|Of the many shades that now are cast 8187|On a life already darkly flown! 8187|Then came on the lady and she took 8187|It up in silence, with a frown, 8187|And said--"I dare not ask again, 8187|"Because your request is past ignoring; 8187|"And if I dare, I'll ask you now, 8187|"With some reserve--you're a stranger, I think; 8187|"And I've been here before, as well, 8187|"And can't be always."--Here she said, 8187|"I think, my dear, but only one 8187|"You know, I've two other here, 8187|"(And both are very loving men, 8187|"And not a few are _mad_!) 8187|"To tell you the truth, I've no one here 8187|"But you, my dear--my _single_ Love; 8187|"And there's no return for all the light 8187|"That you can give to Nature's face; 8187|"And yet that face, my _single_ One, 8187|"As you know, is all in mourning now, 8187|"And we can only ask ======================================== SAMPLE 31990 ======================================== 38511|The sun shall never pass the gates of 38511|Abode, where not all is dark and cold; 38511|Alas! the soul of man, at last, must 38511|The soul of man abide! 38511|When I look into my mirror, 38511|My heart is filled with doubts; 38511|Of the flower that grows in the garden, 38511|Of the flower that blooms in the meadow, 38511|Of the breeze that comes into my room, 38511|I long for the morning air, 38511|Where the lily and roses will bloom, 38511|And I shall wear them in my hair. 38511|When I walk by my brother's grave, 38511|I lift up my gaze to heaven; 38511|To Him I think that I may trust, 38511|He shall guard it ere I go hence. 38511|When I go to the marketplace, 38511|A gift I give my fatherland; 38511|And my heart and God's will conspire 38511|To make this day of happiness mine. 38511|My brother is dead and left me, 38511|But I will do my best to save him; 38511|The world is all upon the go, 38511|And I will do my best to help him. 38511|No, never will I from my home 38511|Take ship, when I am one year old; 38511|For I saw a ship of pearl coming 38511|Safe o'er the billows to the land, 38511|And I know that it brings happy men 38511|Out of the night and the dreary sea. 38511|I am a poor broken toy, 38511|And I dwell in a narrow place; 38511|I have not the treasure-galleon 38511|That sails far o'er ocean wide; 38511|I am not the king of men that reigns 38511|O'er nations and empires high; 38511|But I can be of use to men. 38511|_The book called Wisdom, which is a book of lore 38511|To make souls happy and content with themselves, 38511|Is a little yellow flower, 38511|Which laughs in the garden, 38511|And turns all the leaves to gold._ 38511|The world is full of cares and strife, 38511|The world is full of wrong; 38511|Like to the butterfly's delight, 38511|When summer-time is come. 38511|I am full of cares and strife, 38511|I am full of sorrow, 38511|And all of the world is my portion. 38511|I am too small, like a star 38511|In the sky all bare of light, 38511|For men, who in this dust of ours, 38511|Love the white beauty of the dawn 38511|When morning cometh on. 38511|_Lilith! Lilith! lil' me, 38511|I am so full of strife, 38511|I could eat my heart away, 38511|But it is so little to eat._ 38511|There is not a day that comes 38511|But sorrowful I've had; 38511|For never, never, never, 38511|Gone are the days of yore; 38511|Never a day that's bright with laughter 38511|Is bright as this day is now. 38511|My happy day is but a living 38511|Whose day was made for me; 38511|No sorrow shall overtake me 38511|Till it's gone and dimmed and past. 38511|I have no care in the world, I have no sorrow, 38511|Yet if it be that I may not die, 38511|Still the joy of my mortal day should be-- 38511|How like an angel would I live! 38511|I have no mind, I have no will, 38511|I have no power to choose; 38511|But oh, the joys that are in this world, 38511|When they draw nigh to the last! 38511|And all my thoughts to-day do call 38511|Unto that only time 38511|I have not known,--my mortal day, 38511|And I am what I have been. 38511|I do not dream, the moon shall arise; 38511|Nor do I dream of rain; ======================================== SAMPLE 32000 ======================================== 19385|'Tis a weary task the lassie ope'd; 19385|By her side the kirk-tree bows, 19385|And all is calm and holy, 19385|As the young lady smiles the charm, 19385|As the lass she speaks to. 19385|The lassie ope'd her e'e like a bird, 19385|To the gowden garden gush'd, 19385|The wood-wand ope'd its fairy nest, 19385|In the glen by the sea; 19385|And the lovely young lady sate there, 19385|And sate 'most a weary mile 19385|Beneath the maple tree. 19385|The lassie sate sipping her wine, 19385|But the lassie sate content, 19385|For her heart was a little bit on fire, 19385|As the lady sate by him, 19385|And sate by the maple tree. 19385|She sighed as she sate by the tree, 19385|Her thoughts were a little weary, 19385|But I'd a pretty hale laugh, 19385|When I sate by the maple tree. 19385|When in front the maple tree, 19385|That waverendous form of a wood-bee 19385|Sang softly by with its throat, 19385|As he sang the beautiful air 19385|By the maple tree. 19385|He sate in a maple tree, 19385|That towering in its shade; 19385|With its head high in the breezes sweet, 19385|And its wings all on fire, 19385|And the sunlight that fell from the sky, 19385|Like a dove on the maple tree. 19385|His lay was a love-song to me, 19385|And his lays were the fairest of speech; 19385|For he sang a draught of the sunniest gleam, 19385|And his accents were fragrant and low-- 19385|And his breath was, oh! the sweetest breath 19385|That ever I waken'd for love or for wealth! 19385|And the lovely lassie sate by him, 19385|And sate 'mid the maple tree. 19385|And she kiss'd him as the gentle breeze 19385|That sate by the maple tree. 19385|But when she kiss'd him, as soft as a linnet, 19385|And as fond as a dove, 19385|She fell silent in a silent swoon, 19385|As the lovely lassie sate by him. 19385|There are woods on Cananora's hills, 19385|And woods, like boughs o'er a child's head, 19385|Where the mother's fond bosom sleeps in slumber, 19385|And the father's spirit, to Nature given-- 19385|The spirit of the loving mother; 19385|And they yield a blessing to Nature, 19385|In their quiet bosoms, as the angels to God. 19385|But when the mother of her spirit-love, 19385|In the bosom of her dwelling sleeps in slumber, 19385|And the father is not with her-- 19385|The child's spirit is lost, it is true, 19385|But a brighter, more beautiful soul, 19385|In the grave, like a lily of gloom, 19385|Shines in its beauty's grave on the angel-side. 19385|And I thought the lady of Cananora, 19385|With her tender love and her dainty words, 19385|Like the Angel of death on the angel-bearing, 19385|Had come to bless thee to thy very last. 19385|But the child's soul, when its life is o'er, 19385|And the spirit in it's home no more can roam, 19385|Is taken hence and never to be found. 19385|For the dead soul is fain with its parting 19385|To find a lover, as I've heard people say: 19385|The lady of Cananora! 19385|And the lass of Cananora! 19385|If he lived in Arcady 19385|He used to wander wi' me; 19385|And the lady of Cananora! 19385|Or else he'd sail the seas o' Hebrus, 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 32010 ======================================== 20|To the top of my great Roof of many Span. 20|His highth he broke with his two hands, and out flew 20|His great Sword and his shield: forth flew both Arms, 20|As in pursuit of some Beast, or Fowl, or Fowl. 20|At his heels then went that Religion bold, 20|As a companion, not a Leader, of his Guide. 20|The Serpent, that with six mouths bulwel'd full 20|Vex'd him in many an place, and many a side, 20|With one deep guttural groan, all unstedn'd 20|From his dark captivity; at length 20|(As a strap round some Soldier's wristgrip holds) 20|Downe downe fell downe flat on his bow'd half Shield, 20|There prone he sank downe like a Gallowtree. 20|The Serpent long time to his doom gave heed, 20|But not for long, for soon as he was dead 20|The spirit with him by his chains was doom'd; 20|The rest was free: God wot, not til then nor here 20|Was bondage worth which might have crown'd a Slave. 20|I saw (and God be thanked for Skente's grace, 20|That such vertue to his sight did extend) 20|A sudden eclipse of the Sunne extraordinary; 20|For he who for no disease so deadly was 20|Had shap't a qualm, in so short a space, 20|Betweene us and the presence of the Sunne. 20|I saw a cloud (I cannot well define) 20|Struck off, and held up from the eminence, 20|As if with a weight opprest and large, 20|That hee it overlaid, and caused the cloud 20|To peep and take from his shew cleare, 20|Leaving a shap't peculiar and nether 20|For to chasme and hold fast both hise head, 20|And his halfe kindred, his owne Souldiers too: 20|Whereat I thought it was God himself, 20|And of his Sonne he was faine of th'hail King 20|To knowe his title, but Godie not one, 20|But many times had done it; for it seemes 20|He often swere for many, and swere for man, 20|Or else for neither, but for both; for as 20|Two henche proceeds, the third still stayse, 20|Which being given thereby, swereth, is his swere; 20|And if God sware nay (which may not be) 20|The three he sware had better that, not one. 20|We might go through all Hell to find a swere, 20|The three first rafte, and the fourth afterwards, 20|Which hath a reason why it is and was: 20|For if God sware both first and ferefull were, 20|The world should end, both here and everlasting too; 20|For if he sware nay, both God and man sware, 20|And swerth his name to nought, and sware no more. 20|So either God or man both sware amaine 20|To beleeve God and man sware not to deceive, 20|As well as them that were but lately in duete. 20|Thus we conclude then, if God sware amaine, 20|He sware nay to beare proofe to man of our frailty. 20|I have been a long day travell, 20|And a long night ride by sleigh; 20|There was but one o disease, 20|And one disease only I had, 20|I have a double and a triple. 20|There was but one disease that did me vaunt, 20|And that of every creature in the field, 20|I have a double and a triple. 20|To be levered with a little boy thereat, 20|And to knowe him so foule a good father, 20|Wee, wit, a wee, and a thre, and thre, 20|I have a double and a triple. 20|I have been a hard mother to my love, 20|To my dear little babe I've borne him late: 20|Now he is grown so, and am I wroken, 20|That for to bring him to my owne abode? 20|I have been ======================================== SAMPLE 32020 ======================================== 3160|Their native land, a fruitful field of grain; 3160|To thee we leave the chase, and welcome thee! 3160|The king of serpents has returned, once more 3160|In awful rage to rend the golden dome: 3160|And thou, my friend, thy gentle mind proclaim, 3160|To thy beloved spouse the golden dome: 3160|The fates assign me first the care of Helen, 3160|And with such task canst thou fulfil my eyes." 3160|Thus spoke the guardian god, and all the godlike train, 3160|With reverence heard him, and as friends obeyed; 3160|Then added next: "O father! if the Fates 3160|The best of all the faithful, be not so - 3160|For now thou seest, and from thy palace go, 3160|To bless thy son so dear, and bless his bride: 3160|But if thy heart shall turn to see the fair, 3160|Let Helen from our sable gates be led." 3160|To whom Ulysses, bland and gentle-souled: 3160|"But thou, my son! a secret wish restrain; 3160|For now the Fates to thy affection call; 3160|(For now I pray thee to their arms retire; 3160|For no repose at thy own ease allow.) 3160|The king of men is come to claim his just 3160|(And all too rash the wish, I know, to prove,) 3160|The glorious gift of deathless birth, my spouse, 3160|And I, my sire, must make the last despair. 3160|"But ah! since all my friends should gaze on me, 3160|And gaze upon thy father's arms and vest! 3160|O, could I to the son some cause afford, 3160|With words of worth to move this father's care! 3160|But ah, since all my friends should gaze on me, 3160|And gaze upon thy breast, and all my joys, 3160|With tears, I should be wearisomely tried, 3160|And to these friends all this a father must be! 3160|O no! for when these eyes shall close the past, 3160|(The day when all these years I mourn my past;) 3160|Thy sire, thy parents, and my all must be 3160|Worthy thy father, and thy mother love." 3160|Then to his guest, Eumaeus, next he said: 3160|"Hail, son of Ithaca! to thee belong 3160|The honours which from Heaven in life I take; 3160|Thy sire too blest, thy parents too be blest! 3160|But ah, no more--the grief is too severe; 3160|If I must be the last at thy abode, 3160|Then let my words thy grief awake to thee: 3160|If I must go, then let me never cease; 3160|Nor shouldst thou perish for my grief and pain." 3160|Thus he, and in his heart the sound profound 3160|Of Helenus with grief his words rebound: 3160|But now with tears his grief and anguish mix, 3160|And he could scarce from weeping take repose. 3160|At length Ulysses, of the king of men, 3160|Till the first words the warrior made avail. 3160|"What man, that, from the happy shores of Crete, 3160|Stood at our day of death, and gave us breath? 3160|Ah! were I now the man to give advice, 3160|To guard us from the fatal hour decreed, 3160|Or to the royal man's, to give the crown, 3160|(Who but would bid his son to life farewell, 3160|With all his kindred, and the people near, 3160|Who but would bid his son to life farewell, 3160|With all his kindred, and with all his friends!) 3160|For that we all are to the shades put off, 3160|If thou the task by thy wisdom could'st undertake. 3160|Then, with the power of heaven, with all thy art, 3160|Hear me before all others favour mine! 3160|Go then, my son! the way to perish is steep, 3160|If thou alone wilt not to the task agree ======================================== SAMPLE 32030 ======================================== 24405|The night is passing. The night has ceased to pass-- 24405|My soul's in God. He watches and with God watches on, 24405|Until in the light and dark his work is done. 24405|For here is the last rose my hands have ever gathered, 24405|In that last garden planted where the roses wither, 24405|One rose and one rose shall I have for my emblem, 24405|And mine is the life of the world as it passes. 24405|For all the years I knew no life but was music, 24405|And all the years I knew no song but was joy. 24405|Yet to-day my soul is the air of a sea that swings, 24405|The sea of love so vast that none can number its waves: 24405|All the past that never shall return again, 24405|All the hopes that labour till hope dies in despair; 24405|All the world and all life and all history lie 24405|Under the starry eyes of God. 24405|I, too, am a shadow, 24405|I too am half-witted 24405|For to dream in my sleep. 24405|For to dream in my sleep 24405|And to dream so I can sing, 24405|As a child that has done well, 24405|In the spring time we sing. 24405|For to dream in my sleep 24405|And to dream on the earth 24405|And the sun and the rain and the mist, 24405|As a child that has play'd well 24405|In the spring time we sing. 24405|I am half-witted 24405|For to dream in my sleep, 24405|And to dream that I have done well, 24405|As a child that has done well, 24405|As a child that has done well. 24405|I will not go to the work to-night. 24405|He will find me in my cell, 24405|Lay his hand on the bars and go. 24405|It's too late, and now the work is done, 24405|Why should I hurry away? 24405|I must go to the cell now that it's dark, 24405|He said, and the gate swings open 24405|With a clang and the lock drops off, 24405|And he's inside the yard now, that's all. 24405|I must wait alone without, or else be sent 24405|To the yard and the fence without. 24405|He said, and they gave a cry, and a cry, 24405|So they passed like ghosts away. 24405|I must go to the work, they said, 24405|It's too late to turn and run, 24405|The work is done and the bells must toll 24405|Upon the night's last bell. 24405|I cannot walk, for the work's done, 24405|I cannot hide my shame 24405|From the sight of the people who pass by, 24405|And the moon is sinking with them, 24405|For they've ceased from the bell's dreary beat, 24405|And the last bell, which is a-ringing, 24405|Is the last I shall hear, the last, the last. 24405|When the sky was all aglow with soft blue, 24405|And the world seemed glad at heart to see 24405|The sun come out to play 24405|Upon the water so clear and clean 24405|The fishers sailed his long line home; 24405|And the waves would rippling run 24405|Over the bows and the side to the stern 24405|When the sun came out to play 24405|And the rainbow came out of the sea, 24405|And a little maiden sat alone, 24405|With her feet in the waves and the leaves at her hair, 24405|Where the rainbow came out of the sea. 24405|When the day was just beginning and the sky was blue, 24405|And the maiden drifted on in the sunshine so gay, 24405|And the fisherman drew her upon his knee 24405|And spake softly, being a fisherman ne'er wise; 24405|And the little maiden asked him kindly of a thing, 24405|Saying, "Please tell me why, why does my brother die?" 24405|"Because the rainbow came out of the sea, 24405|And the maiden said it ======================================== SAMPLE 32040 ======================================== 5186|Spacious is the lakelet, 5186|Water in great measure, 5186|Plunder in plenty, Pohya. 5186|"Come to the lakelets, vessels, 5186|Come, O heroes, vessels, 5186|Where the water plays freely, 5186|Where the water-daughters, 5186|Plunder to take their fill of; 5186|Thou must leave the water-playthings, 5186|Go and drink the riches abundant, 5186|That thy tribe may live prosperous, 5186|That thy tribe may flourish, 5186|In the land of wampum prosper." 5186|Then the hero, Ilmarinen, 5186|The eternal metal-worker, 5186|Answered in the words which follow: 5186|"Who may this day be playing 5186|In the wampum, Pohya-fainting, 5186|In the luxury of youth dying? 5186|Never shall such hero journey 5186|To the lakes and rivers weeping, 5186|To the rivers of the Northland, 5186|To the friendly streams and brooks, 5186|As a young man with weeping eyes, 5186|To the friendless son departing, 5186|From his friend's upland pastures, 5186|To the fireside of the mansion, 5186|From the home of happy dwelling! 5186|Never shall such hero rest 5186|From the toil of forging, singing, 5186|From the songs of singing linden, 5186|From the singing of the birch-tree, 5186|For his craft-god's sake forsaking, 5186|For his tribe's upland pastures, 5186|For his tribe deprived of plenty. 5186|"Art not thou unhappy, Pohya, 5186|Fatherly Pohya's ancient, 5186|If thou have not thus been cursed 5186|By the cruel gods cursed, 5186|Cursed in heart and kunoichi, 5186|Cursed in vision and blessing, 5186|Cursed by all the Gods of Northland? 5186|Once upon a time thou wert happy, 5186|Wert an heath of peas in spring-time, 5186|In the summer thou wert humming 5186|In the summer-time was singing, 5186|At the dawn of day was waking, 5186|At the twilight early telling, 5186|Near the heath the green peas clustering, 5186|Near the fields the singing birds flying, 5186|Near the meadows the singing rills 5186|Rushing with the melting pond-lily. 5186|All the country seems contented, 5186|All the dales are full of pleasure, 5186|All the high-roads full of beauty, 5186|All the rivers full of merryness, 5186|All the forests full of dancing-girls, 5186|And their curls in curls of silver. 5186|All the young men, without fail, enjoying 5186|All the old men are rejoicing, 5186|All the old maidens leave dreaming, 5186|All the little children leave weeping, 5186|Leave the sick and aged sighing, 5186|And their hands cannot reach the cradle, 5186|Do not know how to lay the baby, 5186|Do not know how to warm his nestling. 5186|"Singing, ripples on the river, 5186|On the beach a stone-covered birch-bush, 5186|In the grass a willow-tree, 5186|Butterflies in the meadows, 5186|On the high-road honey-producing, 5186|On the low-road honey-sharing. 5186|"What should I as a maiden do, 5186|What as widow offer for him, 5186|Come as a bride and keep silent, 5186|Sitting with the others talking, 5186|In the company of smiling women?" 5186|Kullerwoinen, Kalervo's mother, 5186|Answers thus her answer, maiden: 5186|"I should not, should not be needed, 5186|Not today as a bride and helper, 5186|Would you take such a household, O, 5186|Only one day would I as husband, 5186|Only one night ======================================== SAMPLE 32050 ======================================== 19170|That I ne'er can see 19170|The dear time when we met, 19170|And we'll look again to-morrow. 19170|Ah, not at sea; 19170|We will look again to-morrow. 19170|Come, come away! 19170|For now, at long last, 19170|Is brought to us 19170|The hour that we had long desired. 19170|And, lo! it's good. 19170|And now, our friend, 19170|We make rejoice 19170|To-morrow at long last. 19170|Thou bard, who shalt behold once more 19170|An ancient, unshaded well, 19170|Whose solitary stream alone 19170|Is murmuring sadly by; 19170|And where the woodland moss is green 19170|And shadows are softiest sweet; 19170|There, for the last time I'll sit, 19170|With the last friend I shall see! 19170|How sweetly, when early day was nigh, 19170|To sit beneath a beech tree's shade, 19170|Watching the grey-birds twitter by, 19170|To watch the last day die! 19170|Or in the leafy gloom to lie, 19170|And read, where the sweet, early dew, 19170|Dropped like a slumber, from the flowers, 19170|On my cold, wooden pallet now. 19170|The wind-flower trembled on the bough; 19170|We heard no wind in the early flowers; 19170|And we thought of the long-past years, 19170|To which the day must seem like a gift. 19170|But while so still with hope and care, 19170|The leaves of the beech tree showed me, 19170|I looked, and lo! the leaf-dried spring 19170|Was sleeping by my feet! 19170|It seemed a blessed, strange, sweet dream, 19170|To hear the quiet morning bird; 19170|To sit and hear the little stream 19170|Thrill with the rain in its leap; 19170|To watch the leafy meadow-ground, 19170|Glimmering and clear as the day; 19170|To see the sun behind the wood, 19170|To feel in all my heart its whole 19170|Life ineffable! 19170|I had no words, I was speechless, so; 19170|The very shadows of the trees 19170|Whispered to me in their low accents, 19170|That life was not, could not be, 19170|Save in the silence of the gloom, 19170|Breathing only in a cloud; 19170|And even where they touched my face, 19170|I had no word for them, save "Good-bye"! 19170|Ah, cruel and idle, I cried, 19170|And, in my arms, hid from the sun, 19170|They bore me out of the dreary night. 19170|Ah, cruel and idle, I sighed, 19170|And, in my arms, hid from the sun, 19170|They bore me to the endless day; 19170|And, when day came, I found it sweet, 19170|To see them fold me in their fold. 19170|The world goes round. I hear the song 19170|Of the dawn's first flower; 19170|But the cold mist creeps round my eyes, 19170|And the night-dew comes. 19170|For, once again, I see the sun 19170|At the dawn-star rise. 19170|For, once again, I hear the birds 19170|And the wild bee's hum. 19170|But the cold mist creeps round my eyes, 19170|And night falls over me. 19170|I see an empty house afar, 19170|And far away the wind; 19170|While overhead, a bird is singing 19170|It is past ten o'clock. 19170|I hear the ripples toiling there 19170|On a beach of emerald sand; 19170|Where now they seem to rest at ease, 19170|Awaiting me, a little while. 19170|I hear a voice and leave the house; 19170|Away goes my little treasure; 19170|I hear a voice again, and see ======================================== SAMPLE 32060 ======================================== 1317|My eyes in a mist, or, more likely, 1317|My feet in darkness, and I must wander 1317|At present about to and fro, 1317|At the beck of the man I know 1317|Who will not be long at this, 1317|And the man I do not know. 1317|And I'll think of my love, 1317|I will think of my love, 1317|And the day on which I see him again. (A young woman sings and 1317|"The night's dark, still in the dark, 1317|No star to guide, no breeze to waft, 1317|While over the mountain-side" (I sing of autumn). 1317|"O there's a star-fever in the air 1317|Whose flare burns white as snow, 1317|But there's no man to help me find 1317|The spot where I might safely land, 1317|Or save myself from my doom." 1317|The Star 1317|(I sing of autumn) 1317|(I sing of autumn) _Bub 1317|And so we'll leave yon bird alone 1317|And you'll never hear of his calling. 1317|When your day's at the prime 1317|And the flowers of your summer are fair, 1317|You'll not miss your mate, 1317|You'll know no more of a calling 1317|In the woodland or the field 1317|But you'll find your mate 1317|On the hill or he'll be home again. 1317|If, when you're a boy, 1317|(When the sunshine and the blustering wind 1317|Are up on the mountain tops) 1317|You hear him calling, 1317|You will feel his strength 1317|In your tender breast for the long ridge 1317|And the white snow-tipped steeps. 1317|If in winter time, 1317|(When the wind's out and the snow is deep, 1317|And you must live without a roof) 1317|You see him in the dark 1317|With the wet and cold grey mittens on, 1317|You'll know his strength of foot 1317|And the strength of his touch, 1317|And the strength and hope of your youth's spring. 1317|(As a youth on the mound 1317|When the smoke-cloud's grey and still) 1317|You'll not miss your mate 1317|But you will see him, unafraid, 1317|Cross the river and get safely to shore. 1317|A song from England! A song from England 1317|Is the heart's one true music, 1317|And the soul's, when down the road 1317|It thrills to the soul. 1317|If we were only where the singing waters 1317|Rush through green hills all over the sea; 1317|If we were only where the singing rivers 1317|Rush through green hills through the green hills so high; 1317|If we were only where we sing and sing, 1317|And never where on any thoughtless hill 1317|Our dream could end, we might laugh with the singing water, 1317|The singing waters, a-singing in the wind. 1317|A song from England! A song from England! 1317|It's our name's the name we've heard in the bleeze 1317|And the sing of the sea in the summer time, 1317|And the sing of it all in the autumn sea 1317|When the sun has set and the shadows lie; 1317|A song from England! A song from England! 1317|And we'll come back ere the year is out. 1317|The red-bird sings by the water's brink; 1317|He has struck the gold in his life and 1317|And the red-bird sings as he dives into the water, 1317|He has struck the gold in his life, O. 1317|The red-bird sings, and another swims, 1317|The green-brier and the chestnut bush. 1317|The red-bird is deaf with his listening hours, 1317|The briers are deaf with their ache and care, ======================================== SAMPLE 32070 ======================================== 10493|If some one said you'd all be lost to view, 10493|We'd say, don’t blame us, we’d stay where we are, 10493|And see how people live in the old ship. 10493|And so we were, my little brother dear, 10493|When the first ship started from Sydney town, 10493|Which left the harbour at ten days from Mon: 10493|They left the harbour at Mon: for there 10493|Was never a town for merchantmen. 10493|It is one of the many evils 10493|Of the city life, it is true, 10493|Of that old ship, when it left Sydney, 10493|And came to Port Melbourne, 10493|You know, it had three decks. 10493|And on the poop was a ropey, 10493|And in the harbor was a ropey, 10493|But the rest of us were on board, 10493|And sailed on till into India. 10493|In the harbour was a ropey, 10493|And in the city was a ropey, 10493|You never saw a rowel’s gang 10493|In all the city of Sydney. 10493|No, we all remained in Sydney 10493|All in a row in the city of Sydney, 10493|With little Daisy and me 10493|In front, and two big men 10493|In the rear. 10493|For the ships were a-bounding, 10493|And the passengers were a-tasting, 10493|And in port lay our ship’s cargo. 10493|In the harbour was a ropey, 10493|And in the city was a ropey, 10493|But the men are all on board, 10493|And live in a shed in the city of Sydney. 10493|And one of them is a sailor, 10493|And one a merchant, 10493|And two are brothers. 10493|And they are happy—but they’re not married, 10493|They can live together the best, 10493|In the city of Sydney. 10493|And every man has his morning breakfast, 10493|And every man has his evening tea, 10493|From two different things of a day; 10493|And it gets no fairer than that, 10493|And a dollar in gold 10493|Is a dollar fifty cents 10493|In the old ship’s hold. 10493|But to-day it is a ropey, 10493|And to-morrow it will be worse, 10493|For you know we are full, and 10493|The old ship’s hold is short, 10493|And we can’t live there, my little brother dear, 10493|And we are short now, and we want more. 10493|We are half a century on the road to Port Melbourne, and we are a happy family, 10493|We have gone in merchantmen 10493|Upon our road to Port Melbourne. 10493|With us came little sisters, 10493|And a wife, and seven sons. 10493|Seven sons and seven daughters, 10493|And they bought and sold for silver, 10493|And they built their ships to sail away 10493|Over the water way to Port Melbourne. 10493|We have come in a little boat 10493|To the town of Port Melbourne. 10493|Our old ship was a wreck, 10493|The old ship was a wreck, 10493|The old ship was a wreck, 10493|And the wind was all a-spout. 10493|And we drifted, drifting, drifting, 10493|Till the snow was all a-break. 10493|And we thought it was going to blow 10493|Over the water to a chace. 10493|But it came to anchor in the sea, 10493|And then they said: 10493|“Sir, we have thought it a very great plan, 10493|But it will n't come to pass.” 10493|So they cut it up in little pieces, 10493|Then they made this little cross pewter, 10493|Then they melted it into a lump, 10493|And gave it to me. 10493|They gave it to me the best, 10493|A big, big lump of coal, 10493|And some other ======================================== SAMPLE 32080 ======================================== 615|And he would have it thus and thus amend 615|(If not amiss) the man who was the source 615|Of so much evil and so grievous pain. 615|"But by his counsel not to harm the Christian lord, 615|Who held the knightly order in disdain, 615|I swear, the king of France will never wed 615|So courteous a warrior, and will give him due 615|And fair reward; but that as if he had 615|Brought him from death to life by just decree. 615|" 'Tis true, 'twas you that gave the message, that he 615|Should meet, and should on the morrow meet again, 615|As well as any in the world beside. 615|And that he only must return at night, 615|When called upon the next, to see the knight? 615|So if you would, by you I swear it thou, 615|The king of France will ever wed him so. 615|"So should, on earth, no man more happy be 615|Than my own son; for if he never wend; 615|-- As thou commandest -- with his noble brand 615|To France, till he by chance should meet again 615|In England, such a knight, with sword to hand, 615|And so great amends shall make him, that he show, 615|In martial battle, all his worth in fight, 615|And he is worthy such a goodly show." 615|She with her oath and by her reason cried, 615|When by her side the warrior was again 615|(So much her grief) and was in martial field. 615|"This, brother, I herewith will to you tell: 615|Orlando, whom thou for thy part wilt choose; 615|Orlando is not worthy, nor so fair 615|A knight to fight as he is beautiful. 615|For that false traitor, whom he sought to hide, 615|He who upon his faithful love was fed: 615|"If to you alone his suit Orlando thought 615|The traitor should be known, why else should I 615|Forbear to tell thee, that he has been to-day 615|Wounded by him, whom he by chance or guile 615|Hath made the envy of the Christian knights? 615|To him 'twas known, if he would fight or nought, 615|The treason should be proved by proof to none, 615|Which would have made him to be tried and hanged. 615|"With him a cavalier were not of light, 615|Save he such deed had done, such deed and said 615|As had proved his worth in martial field; 615|But such as to himself -- for this he died -- 615|For whom the king his fury in pursuit 615|In full battle and in bloody field hath bred. 615|Thou dost not wonder that it happened so, 615|To see him in this evil manner slain. 615|"Of many there are, whom this false traitor wrought, 615|Thy kinsman, for his love so true and pure, 615|Sending to death, or imprisoning, one, 615|In false opinion, whom he by fraud was so 615|Concealed, that he was sent by him to wage. 615|To thee for the offence thyself forbid 615|That traitor's name -- if thou wouldst be content 615|To leave him alive, so long he lived, 615|'Tis well, thou say'st, that he in prison stay. 615|"To me thou show'st the treason that he wrought: 615|By me, for his unmerciful ill, confined 615|He from the country took some several days, 615|And, what was then the safest way, that went 615|From England's city by a lonely wold. 615|Thence he has fled, and to the forest-city 615|Withal a mighty battle does he wage. 615|"His foes and he in such array and might 615|As I have shown were twice seven thousand. 615|I say in battle, and for certain it 615|Is true that I have known the cavalier; 615|For he to thee, with what intent to see, 615|Did me his messenger among the band, 615|And to Orlando came, and bade him go 615|(So mightily he did intend the deed) 615|To the wide world, where he would go alone. 615|"To him the ======================================== SAMPLE 32090 ======================================== 1322|The moon comes up with noiseless tread. 1322|A little boy who is dreaming away 1322|The night with his face against the wall of the street, 1322|(For it is so long since he has slept, he can dream no more) 1322|And he turns to you with a smile of his little one's face, 1322|(His cheeks, their rosy and tender leaves, they have long been there.) 1322|But if in your dream you come there before the moon, 1322|He can feel the way she came there, on his cheek and neck, 1322|He will know what will happen to him under the moon. 1322|I am afraid of sleep, 1322|Aye, of sleep I am afraid, 1322|For I am tired and I am weary, 1322|And I am afraid of sleep. 1323|A Year and More 1323|A Year and More 1323|A Year and More 1323|The King's Own 1323|"They will have to make up for lost time, 1323|In the new year," 1323|I could not choose the sky 1323|Nor the light, 1323|But something I remember 1323|Shall come to me-- 1323|Something that is worth leaving, 1323|Or at least will, 1323|To make room for this 1323|Distant morning where my body lies 1323|With two worlds between, 1323|With night and day, 1323|With tears and years. 1323|The King's Own 1323|I heard the beat of an escort 1323|In the stairwell before the ball-room, 1323|I felt the drag of a long-winded bust, 1323|As I entered from the outermost; 1323|My eyes were opened wide and I beheld 1323|The King's Own standing at the door! 1323|How its soft shadows lay upon the glass, 1323|With a strange hush about it that was dreamy! 1323|The King's Own had called for me on tiptoe, 1323|He wore an awl and carried a scroll, 1323|"A visitor, sir," he said, "with a message, 1323|If the least movement stirs the least bush-bush." 1323|"A message sir," I replied; "but who are you?" 1323|The King's Own, the pensive man, with the grave 1323|And curious visage, was silent for a space, 1323|Then, whispering softly in my ear, 1323|He took the scroll and read his message,-- 1323|"My grace, to-night the bush-bush grows green." 1323|As through the open door I came, 1323|I heard the rustle of the wing, 1323|So in the hall that over-head 1323|Forgot its leafy pride some many years, 1323|The bush-bush blossomed on the grass, 1323|Where now it hides and grows unseen! 1323|The King's Own, the thoughtful man, 1323|With his dark eye closed and a low voice, 1323|Hinted something here and there that was right, 1323|But the bush was the only thing to see, 1323|And I had no power to do without. 1323|Then all at once he said, 1323|"I will do with the bush an' leave you, 1323|I'm quite indignant at these things happening, 1323|I've had enough of bushmen calling; 1323|If you'll only understand me, sir, 1323|I mean to put the whole matter through, 1323|And send you on your way; there may be danger!" 1323|I said, "I understand; 1323|I'll go and find them, 1323|And see what I can do, with my awl, 1323|But you understand that I take it 1323|I shall have to keep it for myself." 1323|They did not know, and never even guessed 1323|How much I meant to them; there was bound 1323|To be a lot of fuss, and much contention, 1323|And, in the end, a sort of fighting. 1323|"And so farewell!" said the bushman's voice; 1323|And as the door closed, I heard them say, ======================================== SAMPLE 32100 ======================================== 20956|I see, as in a mirror, 20956|The beauty of my lady; 20956|But though my heart be sad, 20956|I shall not break her heart. 20956|When I am far from all men, 20956|And lonely as a soul, 20956|And a poor shepherd with his fleeces, 20956|I shall go down to the river, 20956|O my darling, my bird! 20956|It falls and smiles with a voice, 20956|That is lighter than a sigh, 20956|And a song sweeter than a kiss, 20956|And a dream is sweeter than a dream; 20956|When I see you, you are so bright, 20956|That the darkness is lit with your eyes. 20956|When I look into your eyes 20956|I see a world of future years, 20956|A life of mystery and grace, 20956|And an eternity of love. 20956|When I dream you are lying there 20956|Dreaming of me, my darling, sleeping, 20956|I shall wake in my sorrow, 20956|Waked by your sighing, 20956|O my darling bird, my bird, 20956|I'll ask love, and pity, 20956|And sweet faith, and a heart 20956|Of the lightest, gentlest, happiest thing, 20956|That makes the little children weep. 20956|My mother was a pretty little thing, 20956|With dimpled, puckered cheeks, and a flannel dress, 20956|That barely covered the long brown, upturned knees. 20956|I was born in the winter,--it snowed bad, 20956|And nobody thought my days was over atlas, 20956|Until in my thirteenth year my schoolmaster 20956|Turned up at my door a-crying with a letter 20956|From a girl, who had married twice and was betrothed 20956|To a rich man on the family farm, 20956|With a mansion double-wide and a fleetness 20956|For ever to the river and the plains. 20956|He asked: "Are you in the family errand? 20956|I sent you yesterday, but you haven't been, 20956|To the big house in the city town,--not quite 20956|As far as I thought of at the river shore, 20956|Where I've been all these years and never rung. 20956|She said she was engaged and hoped to marry me-- 20956|I'm all the girl by this, and now I know 20956|That I was never half the girl I tried 20956|To be, and that I was always so shy, 20956|I never tried to kiss the beautiful boy 20956|Who brought me to the great house on the hill. 20956|But now the old, old story's done." 20956|"I do not ask the story," 20956|Said I; "that it never may be known 20956|To whom the letter comes,--but I wish you now 20956|Good-bye for ever, and hope it never dies; 20956|For I think it is not right,-- 20956|I would have given it to you this one year 20956|For a friend's pity." 20956|Down by the little stream was a little house, 20956|That looked into the river as it sailed, 20956|A little house beyond the river shore, 20956|With a porch, and floor, and window near the ground. 20956|But the windows were shut, that one and all, 20956|And the porch was ajar, and a hole in it! 20956|And the little girls and the little boys were gone, 20956|And I thought the house would be empty now, 20956|So I crept out under a willow-tree, 20956|And I shut my eyes and let the gentle wind 20956|Seize and carry me down by the willow-tree, 20956|As I played in the river all day long, 20956|And played, and leaped into the willow-stream. 20956|I thought at first I should never see it, 20956|But, oh, it was so lovely in it, 20956|It seemed I was floating up to Heaven; 20956|For in and out the willow-branches glistened 20956 ======================================== SAMPLE 32110 ======================================== 1287|And on his cheeks the light of beauty spread; and as the 1287|virgin's, in his youthful years, no thought of sin;-- 1287|And the fair nymph's face grew lovely--and brightened as the 1287|years grew round it,--by a beauty which, in spite of 1287|her own modesty, made her fairer in her youth. 1287|This was she who, in the middle of a storm, might be heard 1287|praising in her native language the storm's approach, 1287|when, by the storm abandoned, a way opened for 1287|them, a passage open'd for them, from the tempest 1287|wherein they had been drifting. She then 1287|spake:--"And where are now my charms? I do but 1287|descend,--at th' other side I now shall be waiting 1287|for you. 1287|I'll go with thee, to-morrow for ever. Who's that stands 1287|near us? O'er yonder mountain a lone pilgrim 1287|stands. 'Neath that tree is an ancient stone-wand he stands. 1287|He smiles at us: he will tell you all to-day; 1287|It is that great and friendly god, whose smiles are 1287|always happy, to the child who's faithful. 1287|Ye may look back now, when the evening hours have 1287|pass'd o'er us, and we, too, sleep so: at 1287|that hour, O children, let us then remember 1287|each other!" 1287|For the second time was a third. I see not a single 1287|person by him to whom she is waiting,--only the 1287|one standing on the terrace of the village tower. 1287|And I hear the voice of the great teacher in a 1287|fellow-countrymen's breast--"Come all: why dost thou 1287|stand by that old stone-wand? Bring me here a 1287|carriage,--in which the bride may ride about, but 1287|no one else may enter,--and the carriages we 1287|shall all depart together,--we will all be going 1287|"That my youth, my life may be happy, too, as 1287|is mine! I pray thee, kindly, now, by all the 1287|characters of the gods, by all the great beings, 1287|by those who are great and glorious, do thou send me 1287|on my way,--for I know not what I cannot do. 1287|And I ask for but a single boon, the only gift 1287|that I may offer in return for this brief span of 1287|time:--by this tree, I swear, when thou and I are 1287|ere we part, let me keep the maiden by my side. 1287|Then I pledge to the gods all the gifts that they 1287|offer; but I wish that one of them, indeed, will give me 1287|thee, first and last: 1287|Now I promise to do what is needful, for I 1287|am weary of this life. I've much to live for;--now ask 1287|a boon, then leave it to me, and take away my 1287|youngest child from my arms. Then, when my death is near, 1287|I'll kneel at thy knees, and the only thing that I'll 1287|do for thy pity I'll sacrifice,--and then, I 1287|will give to thee all the wealth that my possessions 1287|have; and I'll give myself up to thee at thy knees." 1287|Then at once the great and friendly God 1287|sent down to me his counsel,--and by that will 1287|which binds the worlds, I swear, and that will which has made 1287|me happy, and by all the gods whose spirit 1287|shall follow thee, even I too can swear and swear! 1287|When the old man had uttered this, the sun had 1287|arrived, and our sun had set, and the clouds had 1287|ceased their white garments, while the evening star 1287|still shin'd above them, as it oft before had done. 1287|The maiden stood waiting by the terrace: the 1287|ladies gathered round, like a flock ======================================== SAMPLE 32120 ======================================== 12242|But you know what the end comes to him! 12242|He's in the water right now! 12242|The first time he ever saw it, -- 12242|We had so much trouble then 12242|We thought it was some merchant ship, 12242|But all our trouble came 12242|From one who never had sailed before! 12242|Why, there was the boat -- 12242|A half a dozen legs in length, 12242|Right under our nose! 12242|Did I speak in an angry way? 12242|A tongue that was set on fighting? 12242|What, I'm a coward and a liar -- 12242|You think that the ship was going to come under? 12242|But the people who dwelt 12242|A good mile off were sure to be 12242|Quite as happy as we were! 12242|We had fired a warning shot 12242|When she turned right, 12242|But she just shrugged her shoulder 12242|And didn't move a muscle. 12242|We fired another salute, 12242|But she just shrugged her shoulder! 12242|Then we trotted down the street, 12242|And I put the receiver back 12242|Into my pocket, 12242|And I started all alone -- 12242|Oh, what fun! 12242|To look at the ships a half-mile away, 12242|With the street a-blaze, 12242|And hear the round white hats, 12242|And see the people on the sidewalks 12242|Pass before my nose 12242|With their looks of nervous fun, 12242|Their smiles, their talk, their funny ways 12242|And whatnot. 12242|The houses on the other side 12242|Of the thoroughfare, 12242|A-tilt with the other weather, 12242|Are built of mud; 12242|So mud and stone and clay 12242|Build everything. 12242|It's pleasant in this city 12242|To walk a mile or two 12242|From the place of one's birth, 12242|And take a seat on this side 12242|A while on the other. 12242|And after awhile, as one 12242|Makes acquaintance, 12242|Beholds the houses on the right 12242|All shining like a mirror, 12242|Except that one, which stands 12242|A trifle to the left of all, 12242|As if it got the shinning -- 12242|A thin blue veil tossed up 12242|About its doorway, -- 12242|Saw, for the moment, 12242|A little figure clamber 12242|Up the ladder of a stair, 12242|And climb, and sit, and show 12242|A time-piece ticking 12242|Against the clock, and wait 12242|And listen, too, to its talk 12242|And to its ticking. 12242|If you are looking for a city, 12242|Don't whistle for Titian, 12242|For there you'll always find it, -- 12242|The little muddy streets 12242|Of little muddy towns. 12242|Oh, never leave your city 12242|If you would find the road, 12242|If you would find the sea-shore 12242|If you would seek for home! 12242|Hark! the trumpet at the gate; 12242|Hark! the cry of children waiting 12242|To cross the threshold; 12242|'Tis yet the morning of it, 12242|Earth gives her morning sunshine, 12242|Sunshine on the altar 12242|Where our Redeemer died! 12242|The moon arose in heaven, 12242|The stars came out in tide, 12242|And there across the quiet world, 12242|They seemed to melt and shine. 12242|I held my breath to see them, 12242|But all in vain to ask them, 12242|The wind blew the wrong way -- 12242|It chided me, it cried to Jane; 12242|I was afraid to go. 12242|I held my breath to hear them, 12242|But all in vain to ask them, 12242|For all was gone that was fair, 12242|And fair was afraid to stay -- 12242|O! none of me was Jane, I 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 32130 ======================================== 845|When we met in the day they have been gone-- 845|To-day, they have been. 845|Not to-day, but yesterday, 845|I thought your soul and I were the same; 845|Your heart was true, your word was bright, 845|And all that I felt was your love. 845|Why do you weep to-day? 845|Can you not guess 845|How in the springtime, when the birds were new to song, 845|It did not seem to me 845|You knew what I must think when that was o'er? 845|The day you went away 845|Your heart was full of your longing, and there you were 845|A-piping as freely as you'd been 845|Ten times a day! 845|That cup of Champagne, that, too, 845|We, who had known each other--oh, we were brothers there, 845|To-day! You'd better not drink it, 845|I know the deuce am not to blame! 845|But--when you are on a trip-- 845|When you're gone for a week-- 845|When you've a town of your own, 845|And a home for a home,--I feel it hard to say that you 845|Never again should be here! 845|You'll be a different person, 845|I know, when you're in town; 845|But when you're not there, you'll be the same old soul-- 845|A drunkard now, and a drunken man in town! 845|We two were most confiding, 845|And we'd the most varied talk; 845|Now--let the record show-- 845|It was "I'll never go back" followed by "I will." 845|O how was I ever sure all this, 845|When _you_ have such a way to go! 845|You might have come to think me rude, 845|But I can say "No More!" 845|I'll not believe, while you talk, 845|The world can do so much-- 845|But you are--You know I've known it's true, 845|And I--I--I'm sorry! 845|But I shall never, never doubt 845|That love will always last; 845|And--"I'll go back, when I'm a man!" 845|It's not because I'm proud, 845|And you think all men must be, 845|But--I mean if I could think, 845|Just that I might be! 845|Oh, it's the "You'll-I-nevers"-- 845|'Tis my own weakness! 845|Ah, no! No! I dare not! 845|That's wrong! Well, let her be; 845|Why, I don't care a straw 845|If--you believe me wrong! 845|I'm here because I love her, 845|That is all! All else is vanity! 845|Well, then--I'll trust the gods and you, 845|And, after all, it is a fact 845|That all is vanity! 845|O my love--my soul is hollow! 845|I cannot breathe and live away 845|From thee; and I am haunted still 845|By those vague, dark, unsatisfied 845|Dull, dreaming, longing thoughts of thee, 845|That never shall awake again! 845|For, lo! a shadow lies in wait, 845|A dark, enigma shadowed in, 845|And thou--thou art its prey! 845|O my love--my life is drowning! 845|To feel, to love, to have, and not 845|Feel, to love, to have, and live; 845|Yet still to feel--and live! 845|I cannot fight the tide, 845|Nor cast it back seaward 845|For days and nights, weeks and months; 845|But, fighting, I shall stay, 845|And then--come--to drown, at last! 845|I am dying, dying in my sleep; 845|O, the pain! ======================================== SAMPLE 32140 ======================================== 1568|"She is not here"; 1568|And a sudden hand clasps her, and she shrieks. 1568|And a great breath like boiling steam 1568|Creeps through his lips. And he is drowned, 1568|As a flagon of molten gold 1568|Is swallowed by an Arab. 1568|A great wind runs in the house. The smoke is black and black. 1568|It goes like a great gaunt and pallid sea 1568|Over the roofs of Rome. It shakes the house; 1568|It shakes the house with a crash. And suddenly 1568|You could hear the great sea gurgling and sobbing, 1568|And the great dead faces of the men 1568|Tumbling down through the chimneys. 1568|It leaves a white space in the wind: 1568|Then the white dead face of a girl 1568|Starts again in the wind. 1568|It stops, and then--the face grows bright: 1568|Like flame out of a livid sea 1568|It rises through the wind. 1568|And the dead face of a girl, 1568|Stretched out in his old unconscious way, 1568|Fills the wind-harp as of old, 1568|For on and on, through the silent house, 1568|It shakes the house with a clap. 1568|The house is lighted, and you hear the laughter; 1568|And in the lighted window and in the lighted hall 1568|The faces of men pass in and out: 1568|And in the crowded chamber and in the crowded hall, 1568|The laughter stops, and in the silence it goes on 1568|Over the furniture, and the walls, and the floor. 1568|And never reaches the heart: there comes no reply. 1568|And it is enough to patter and to rattle 1568|The heavy dead faces that float out of reach: 1568|But it is not enough to give of light 1568|Or sound of life, to give of life and sound: 1568|It is necessary to give, not give in pain. 1568|The white dead faces, 1568|And bodies lighted, 1568|They light you with. 1568|It is enough 1568|That they are there. 1568|O wind and snow and darkness, 1568|Why do you hide your face in my hands? 1568|O darkness, O wind, 1568|Why do you tremble under my feet? 1568|For if I let you die, 1568|Why should you go to my bed? 1568|The world will wonder, 1568|And mourn 1568|For the grey faced faces 1568|In the rain. 1568|How can I give you 1568|Silently 1568|What you are asking for? 1568|You know that I have never 1568|Brought you the music of your lips, 1568|The warmth of your strong hands, 1568|The soft soft kisses 1568|That are always trying to please you. 1568|You know that I have never 1568|Gave you the beauty of your face 1568|Or the light of your beautiful eyes 1568|Or the soft of your soft hair, 1568|Or the laughter of your strong laughs. 1568|But when they are all given, 1568|And silent, and terrible, 1568|And terrible, silent, terrible, 1568|Then they will stand together, 1568|And look across the night, 1568|And see the light for me, 1568|And look across the darkness - 1568|And watch the day grow 1568|Out of the awful darkness 1568|And look into the light. 1568|O wind and snow and darkness, 1568|Why do you hide your face in my hands? 1568|For if you should die, 1568|Then you will go 1568|To my bed 1568|Where the grey faced faces 1568|Of men will be silent. 1568|But if you live, 1568|O wind and snow and darkness, 1568|You will know my love and turn for me; 1568|And if I go down there 1568|My love shall stay with me when the night ends . . . 1568|And when the night is ======================================== SAMPLE 32150 ======================================== 42041|And I can hear him say, 'Hush!'-- 42041|'I have a dream that I can tell ye.' 42041|He says 'I saw a woman go 42041|Out in a garden green! 42041|Her eyes were soft as birds in May, 42041|And the flowers clustered round her feet; 42041|And a little child was standing by, 42041|With a rosy hand to her cheek, 42041|And a laughing mouth to hers:-- 42041|Ah, it was small--" But ah! it was red. 42041|And I watched her--I watched her go? 42041|And a little bird sang to me, 42041|Clinging to a brier green, 42041|And a little bee was going by, 42041|Bending down to take a cup: 42041|--I turned it over in my glass 42041|To see the little flowers set 42041|Underneath the green-green trees: 42041|And my heart leaped up in my throat 42041|With the rush of that great joy. 42041|She went--the little maid with the rosy cheek-- 42041|And she left us, far from all, 42041|In the greenest of the gardens fair. 42041|We walked 'neath the blossoming trees 42041|Till the shadows of night fell: 42041|And I said, 'Ah, can she die, 42041|Because she cannot die like this?' 42041|And I watched her go far away: 42041|But the red lips quiver now: 42041|'There is one that loved me once 42041|Lies in a new grave alone.' 42041|He came--the sweet, the lovely youth-- 42041|And he wore a rosy cloak; 42041|And he walked 'neath the blossomed trees 42041|Till the shadows of night fell: 42041|And his eyes were brighter than the sun 42041|When it dies in the West! 42041|My father! my father! 42041|My father, the noble-- 42041|The noble lord of Wessex 42041|The old friend of the King: 42041|There was neither woe nor mourning, 42041|There was neither word nor sign, 42041|There was neither face nor sob, 42041|As down the rocky glen 42041|We wandered safely slacker, 42041|Feathers white and gray, 42041|Feathers white and gray. 42041|He came with a storm in his face, 42041|A storm in his eyes, 42041|And his hair hung all over him 42041|In disarray. 42041|He came with a cry in his breath, 42041|A cry in his heart, 42041|But I never do believe 42041|That my father heard me cry. 42041|The storm in his face, the cry 42041|Of his child, the storm in his eyes, 42041|The storm in his heart, the feathers white 42041|In my head-- 42041|There was neither woe nor mourning, 42041|There was neither word nor sign, 42041|There was neither face nor sob, 42041|As down the rocky glen 42041|We wandered safely slacker, 42041|Feathers white and gray, 42041|Feathers white and gray. 42041|The storm was white and the sky was gray, 42041|And the storm was white and gray, 42041|That my father he heard me cry. 42041|He turned and he looked. My mother 42041|Lay on her knee. 42041|The storm in his face, the cry 42041|Of his child, the storm in his eyes, 42041|The storm in his heart, the feathers white 42041|In my head-- 42041|We walked down the lane, my mother and me, 42041|And nothing happened all day. 42041|The rain fell in waves in the high seas out in the sun! 42041|And the sea-birds screamed and soared, 42041|And the earth rocked and rocked with me, 42041|And the thunder went boom with me! 42041|"There were no wings to fly," she said: 42041|And I listened and I didn't cry. 42041|The sea-birds screamed and soared, 42041| ======================================== SAMPLE 32160 ======================================== 1166|We might be friends to-day but for the way he got me. 1166|He might not be a bad brother to-day. 1166|That's the reason, too, that I'm not to blame. 1166|It's going to hurt too much to go like that. 1166|He's a bad man to tell what he will not do, 1166|And never tell it, or else, though, he'd understand. 1166|I'll lay them all down one by one in a row, 1166|And then the fire will be silent and bright, 1166|And not a single one of them will know 1166|That I am not alone. 1166|There are four words 1166|That men have learned in many tongues, 1166|And three of them are words of fire, 1166|And the fourth is a word of fear. 1166|The fire's a mighty word. It's all 1166|A man can do with fire to burn. 1166|The word's a strong word. Now say 1166|The word's the word I love the best. 1166|But I'll lay it down and take my rest, 1166|For I cannot speak it; so never say 1166|I've taught the language. That's a lie. 1166|I'll never do it. Never. Ah, dear, you see, 1166|We are too far away to know 1166|How far apart the words are, so, no, 1166|You may lie to me. No, I'll never do it. 1166|I hate to have you speak the word. 1166|The fire's a strong word. It's all 1166|A man can do with fire to burn. 1166|You talk of fires that are bright and strong, 1166|Of fire in all the great plains 1166|That can be kindled and can set, 1166|While trees still stand and men are men. 1166|For though the fire be kindled and can break, 1166|Though trees still stand and men be men, 1166|Yet I suppose there must be some in it 1166|Who want the smoke above them all. 1166|I don't want to have you speak the word. 1166|It's like a fire that can be kindled and can burn. 1166|I know the words and all 1166|You need no more to tell me of the things that be, 1166|The things that have a name. 1166|I know the words, it's all so plain. 1166|I think that when we have said them 1166|And you have understood them 1166|We'll both have a strange idea of the things that be. 1166|There's something in the words of a great song, 1166|The way they come back to me, 1166|Like things that are not often heard. 1166|There's something in the way they bemoan years gone by -- 1166|Something in the way they are spoken of after -- 1166|Something in the way they are heard in dreamland lands. 1166|There is no song I know more beautiful. 1166|I love to hear the way they say how long 1166|A day is, and how great the task 1166|That lies ahead. I love to smell 1166|The air that is filled with May. 1166|There by the way the wind is playing 1166|With leaf and flower and bough -- 1166|There are blue skies and grass so meadow-sweet; 1166|There is the scent of all that's fair 1166|And there the blue in Heaven. 1166|There's nothing more I want to know, 1166|Nothing! 1166|If you loved me as I love you 1166|I should never give my sweetheart pain, 1166|Love you more wholly every day. 1166|If you loved me as I love you, 1166|I never should forget to pray, 1166|Not be ashamed at night. 1166|If you loved me as I love you, 1166|Then, like my mother, I should mourn 1166|When you were far from me. 1166|If you loved me as I love you 1166|All the life I know would seem 1166|A song unto the ending of one day, 1166|A golden song, a ======================================== SAMPLE 32170 ======================================== 1365|Falling on her feet, with the sound of a harp. 1365|She seemed in the spring to be free from the winter, 1365|Free from the cold and the darkness and long lack of light, 1365|And when she smiled all her thoughts came back to her child, 1365|With the dim dreams of her childhood come back to her heart. 1365|"O summer of happiness, in the garden of summer, 1365|In the season of blossoming! 1365|When all the herbs in their beauty are stirring in the breeze, 1365|When the birds are singing melodiously in the trees, 1365|And the music of bees is in the air! 1365|"To the music of your seraph chorus, birds, 1365|To the songs of your highland minstrels! 1365|To the song of your little maiden, Clara Duw. 1365|"Come hither, ye sons of Autumn, and sing to me 1365|For my heart sings with gladness to be on my porch this morn, 1365|With the woodbine round it and the hawthorn down below; 1365|To welcome each one of you all to the banquet and revel, 1365|All to be merry with my child, Clara Duw! 1365|"All to be merry, for Clara Duw is dead; 1365|O boys, come, let us hear a child's last song! 1365|She sung in the house of her father the wild, 1365|Of her mother the hart and her maidenhood. 1365|But the song was the lullaby, and the child of her voice 1365|As its melody grew firmer and clearer and clearer! 1365|And in her heart it was sweet as a sweet song is 1365|When sung all alone with the lips together. 1365|And she went from the window of the room 1365|Where her mother lay in her dying sleep, 1365|And still singing she went, with dim, sweet voice, 1365|As the song rose like the notes of a minstrel's lyre. 1365|The hart lay still and motionless and pale, 1365|The little child with mournful eyes was nigh! 1365|Why go you, why goes little Clara Duw? 1365|She said, "Oh, why sings the little child Duw!" 1365|As she speaks, the little child Duw 1365|Hears her voice and hearkens, and answers her! 1365|Her father is home from the woods afar; 1365|He hears, with joyance and tenderness, 1365|Her joyful and zest of song and of joy, 1365|As the song rose merrily and faintly. 1365|And at her father's summons she stands 1365|By the shining fire and she weeps. 1365|"I know not, father, I do not know; 1365|But I can tell you this, 1365|As the wood-notes echo and die away, 1365|As the notes die away, farewell!" 1365|Thus she spake, and her tears downcast 1365|Fell on his heart at last; 1365|And she closed the window, and softly, softly 1365|She turned away, and she did not see 1365|The little Child Duw so much forlorn. 1365|Then, as was his wont, he came in haste 1365|And looked with care into her eyes; 1365|They told him of her true and gentle will, 1365|And how she would make it succeed. 1365|In that her father knew what was best, 1365|For when any thing was ill 1365|She would comfort him with words and looks, 1365|And their sweet meaning knew. 1365|And still she kept him waiting there to come, 1365|And so it could not be long; 1365|And soon she came there, her little feet 1365|In the flickering fire turning bright. 1365|She looked at him in his sad, white eyes, 1365|And said, "Father, these things are true! 1365|But alas! thou hast no son, 1365|And I must take and send to the west 1365|My only daughter Duw!" 1365|And the old man said, with his lips bowed, 1365|"I cannot have my daughter hence, 1365|The ======================================== SAMPLE 32180 ======================================== A new-made lady of little faith, 38410|Mirthless and drearest, with eyes of a star-- 38410|Oh, for the freedom of such a woman! 38410|No more of her name will be told; 38410|We are so near her--and she seems so near! 38410|A little while, a little while, 38410|And we are a little too near. 38410|We are a little too near--and now 38410|We feel too near for ever to go, 38410|We live too close, and there is no escaping! 38410|So soon the old story is told 38410|Of what had been and would be 38410|And will not be--and the child will grow. 38410|We are so near--and we are a little-- 38410|So close, and sweet, and soft! 38410|Too soon may we be so far hence 38410|And our dear child grow old! 38410|We are so near--and we are a little-- 38410|And the woman and man. 38410|So close, so dear, so near 38410|Through all Time's day have passed, 38410|And the child will grow to man, 38410|And age will sit on the limbs 38410|Of the man whom they made to die. 38410|So near, so dear--so far, so near! 38410|And the little we live beyond the grave! 38410|So close, so dear in life and death, 38410|And the woman, and woman! 38410|So close, so dear! so far, so near! 38410|They are so close and so dear! 38410|So near, so dear--so far, so near! 38410|They wait us coming in life that come in Death, 38410|And in that which comes they will not give away. 38410|But we, who with the days our lives have planned 38410|Come with many a promise--who shall give? 38410|And the heart of Time, at last, may be beat. 38410|Not in the dark and silent tomb 38410|Where the white dead, like a pall, 38410|Moves by slow tides, that in one pause 38410|Are like silent stars to keep 38410|Their starshine to the setting sun, 38410|Might a dream so watchful be. 38410|A dream so deep and true 38410|Is that for which the earth is tried; 38410|And it seems that we, who now are torn 38410|By a thousand thoughts, have but one-- 38410|A world whose dark world 38410|Is not a void save where the sun 38410|In noonday is a stranger. 38410|So, here is something known for certain-- 38410|Life has in it the hidden worth 38410|Of all things of the world apart; 38410|And all life is the spirit's tale 38410|Of those who know the spirit's need. 38410|A man I knew--he had a wife, 38410|A fair and gentle woman, 38410|And one morning I met him, 38410|After the rain was over 38410|And as the sun was shining 38410|On a world that was dark and dun, 38410|And in a wood that seemed drear. 38410|And he said, "Nay! it is not fair 38410|To see my house the summer-house 38410|Of such a one as I is!" 38410|He was a master honest, 38410|A man whose voice was measured; 38410|Nor the way he told it lacked 38410|Of the way it may have been. 38410|He went to the river's head, 38410|He went and returned at even; 38410|And he said, "I am weary, 38410|But I have seen a wondrous sight!" 38410|He looked on the water-lilies 38410|Of a forest, fair and vast, 38410|Whose the leaves danced upon her breasts, 38410|And the water ran behind her. 38410|A king of a strange land had sent him; 38410|And he went, at last, to his land, 38410|But as he went he laughed and talked-- 38410|Of a land of trees profusely 38410|And the waters blue ======================================== SAMPLE 32190 ======================================== 27333|I am so tired of the world. 27333|You have come at last, 27333|I have come, 27333|Where the sea, 27333|Its everlasting motion, 27333|And the blue 27333|Over the sky 27333|Rolls and ebbs and flows. 27333|My heart 27333|Sings to the sea 27333|As I sit 27333|And gaze from shore, 27333|Of what rest 27333|Upon the land? 27333|The shore, 27333|The sea 27333|Never lies still, 27333|It rolls and moans and heaves 27333|On the sands of the world. 27333|As a sea 27333|In a dream I stood, 27333|And heard the noise 27333|And the roar 27333|Of the waves 27333|As they rose and fell . . . 27333|And I said to the sea: 27333|"The tide has stopped 27333|On our sight. 27333|Oh, we are very tired." 27333|To my heart's home, where the waves, 27333|Their infinite noise 27333|In the heavens of peace 27333|Break with harmonious might, 27333|I came at last 27333|Where a gentle and silent 27333|And a white 27333|And holy peace 27333|Shed through the quiet of the sea. 27333|I looked into the face 27333|Of the great sea 27333|And the great white sea, 27333|And there, with a glad surprise, 27333|I saw 27333|On my face, 27333|The face of a child, 27333|With the lips 27333|And the innocent eyes 27333|Of the little child. 27333|I laughed to the ocean's voice, 27333|Dancing up and down . . . 27333|I laughed to its voice sublime 27333|As the waves, 27333|Their infinite mirth, 27333|Filled and overflowed . . . 27333|And I said to the sea: 27333|"Oh, how 27333|Are your ocean's tears 27333|And your waves 27333|And the infinite sea's calm!" 27333|All day, on the island at the sea, the red sun smeared its 27333|In the shade of the church that fronts the sea, 27333|The village maid reclines, content to pray; 27333|The village priest comes once a week to pray, 27333|Bringing the miracle of the bell's clear toll, 27333|So soft, so sweet, the sound so holy, oh! 27333|"May the Lord bless every day," she says. 27333|His footsteps near;-- 27333|She lifts the scroll her faithful mother scatters 27333|One misty, tired day's twilight from her eyes, 27333|And seeks the shrine unknown, and no one near; 27333|And yet she worships Him who came to-day, 27333|As if that day were yesterday. 27333|The priest who returns each evening to pray, 27333|He who returns each evening from his rounds, 27333|Revels in the glow that plays on brow and cheek, 27333|As if that bright day were yesterday. 27333|The maid who reads her daily Bible through, 27333|She who returns each evening to pray, 27333|Has seen in dreams a form that is her son 27333|With eyes so bright, so beautiful, oh! so strange, 27333|That now she turns away in fear and doubt, 27333|And still recalls the day so long ago, 27333|As if that bright day were yesterday. 27333|God's ways are round the earth; 27333|He makes each spot his own, 27333|Plants each flower in every nook, 27333|And moulds each rock to Him. 27333|God works by prayer; 27333|Each Sabbath morning He comes near 27333|And gives thanks to God in love; 27333|When Thou art near him, then He sees, 27333|And blesses all His works to-day. 27333|God's ways are round the earth; 27333|He works each morn and nigh, 27333|The earth obeys His will, 27333|And is received and new made ======================================== SAMPLE 32200 ======================================== 1304|And as I lay upon my breast, 1304|To the sweet air I thought I might go, 1304|My head droops o'er the railing of a sea 1304|Which sweeps against the cliffs of Agincourt. 1304|Then fell the light, then shut my lids, 1304|And thrice my fingers from above did part; 1304|To the open door, by the white mast-head, 1304|Which a long breeze comes swelling over, 1304|And, far off, the white sails glimmer, too, 1304|From the lonely island in the sea. 1304|There is but one church on board, 1304|Which I pray to leave; 1304|The one church on board, 1304|And all the rest is mine. 1304|I am a lone, lonely ship, 1304|But I am steady still, 1304|And I will go to land at last, 1304|In a harbor safe and fair. 1304|I have a friend in heaven 1304|To keep my voyage still, 1304|He is calm and sweet and young, 1304|And he will never let me sway. 1304|The sun and the rain and the sea, 1304|The stars and the winds and the tide, 1304|Are all in the bow of my care, 1304|All in the bow of my care. 1304|The wind that shakes the billows dry, 1304|And drives the surge before me, 1304|Is but the same friendly gale 1304|That brought me by some foolish fancies. 1304|The green fields' silvery gleam 1304|Is but the same tender gleam 1304|That once was yours, O friend, when you came by. 1304|I saw your face and I heard you speak, 1304|And my blood froze as I listened; 1304|You were the one to whom all things 1304|Depart, exiles of all things, 1304|The same as we, the exiles of all things. 1304|O sea, O wind, pass over; 1304|For everything and you; 1304|Pass over and bring the last 1304|Of things that we have been, and loved, and known. 1304|O sea, O wind, pass over; 1304|For all and you; 1304|And let the waters rest 1304|That we have suffered, and that have prayed, and striven. 1304|So shall we, all, be ours again, 1304|The same and different soul, 1304|The same and different soul 1304|Still clinging to the same, and waiting still. 1304|There is a wind on the sea 1304|Breathing with love in his eyes, 1304|And the foam-white lives of ships 1304|Are like little misty flowers 1304|Upon the cliffs of Agincourt. 1304|And we, his sailors good, 1304|Have seen his face and his smile, 1304|And his hands to our lips and hands 1304|Were as the hands of flowers. 1304|And we know the sweet name of his name 1304|But cannot understand; 1304|We only know, we know, 1304|It came from the kisses of two women. 1304|We only know, we know, 1304|And what comes after, that we may never know. 1304|But we know that he loved, 1304|And that he must keep us all, 1304|Lest he saw, or be seen of any but his women. 1304|We only know, we know, 1304|Why we at last must die; 1304|And we only know, we only know, 1304|What follows after death; 1304|A time will come at last 1304|When he will breathe upon one of us, 1304|And that one will be you, my dear, my dear. 1304|So let us go a little quicker 1304|Down to where the water runs, 1304|And we shall reach another tower. 1304|And now we look more forwardfully 1304|And see the land in front of us 1304|All white with early morning haze, 1304|A scene of mystery and dread. 1304|O Time, O Spirit, both to us and our fathers dead! 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 32210 ======================================== 30332|And, as the time went by, grew fond at last 30332|Of that fair little thing, and set about 30332|To make an image there, and thus the spell 30332|Of his sweet woman wrought and made it fair 30332|Till it was all his soul's desire, and then 30332|The work he wrought for his was but a name. 30332|Now had he wrought as others of his day 30332|Had wrought long years ago, and had the gift 30332|That every day made earth fairer and more fair, 30332|And yet there was one word in the golden font 30332|That bade him to a manhood work again; 30332|For of his life was bound the little tale 30332|In all the hearts of all the men around, 30332|And even the maids who lived in his love, 30332|The daughters of the men who once had been, 30332|And all the maids of those who in their youth 30332|Had looked on that lovely face, grew all aghast 30332|For fear and wonder and amazement, and, lo, 30332|The work was ready, and the image had come, 30332|As the great sun in all his glory rose 30332|Through the long dusky hours; and now the king 30332|Put on the lovely thing, and bowed and wept, 30332|And set it in her hands, and lo now the eyes, 30332|Still moving, could see it, and the flowing hair, 30332|Still fixed to the ground about her lovely feet, 30332|Was that strange thing with all its lovely grace 30332|For which his heart, and so his spirit yearned. 30332|And, in all joy, even as he set it down, 30332|The women's hearts too moved with awe and shame, 30332|And, lo, on that fair thing the King's own face 30332|Looked through the mist of years, and yet it seemed 30332|The Queen's, who had no tears for the new life 30332|That she had worked so hard for, and so long 30332|Had waited for, and still had waited for; 30332|For now it came, and that strange beauty shone 30332|Bright as the sun that over his rising had 30332|Crowned earth and heaven with its bright new glory 30332|As if she were a new creation too 30332|Of mighty gods, great mothers of new life, 30332|When through their burning thrones the spirits move 30332|But him the King did see; he saw the Queen, 30332|The great God-brood of God's life was there; 30332|There was the King: but the King's heart was sad 30332|And all his soul with such strange wonder past 30332|As if he heard them not, for yet for him 30332|The tale of all the love between his line 30332|And woman was a tale which women hear, 30332|And yet they understand not of a thought; 30332|He had not seen it, and the wonder grew 30332|In all those hearts beneath his rule to grow, 30332|And still the more the thing's beauty made 30332|The heart of that great multitude of men 30332|Wane, and the King's heart grew melancholy. 30332|And at the end of all, his soul within 30332|Was troubled, and with a strange unrest, 30332|For all at once the beauty seemed to change, 30332|The King's great beauty seemed to change again, 30332|And now it seemed on one side God's sweet love, 30332|And now it seemed on another; then, 30332|In spite of all, the thing had changed again, 30332|Now seemed the grief to move the King, now made 30332|The people of his realm, now only made 30332|The King's men and women, all those old 30332|And loving men and women that knew not how 30332|To suffer for their King, now they must feel 30332|All those old sorrows in their hearts again; 30332|The new delight, so God had put his face, 30332|Made great upon their faces; now they had 30332|A mighty man, and now it seemed a man 30332|Made of the mould of some new God's image, 30332|A man with all the wonder of his race, ======================================== SAMPLE 32220 ======================================== 1165|And made me, that my name was Tade 1165|"He is a name of power and might, 1165|But he was born too much like sin. 1165|And yet, with all his pride and worth, 1165|When he comes first, I will be dead." 1165|But, though, as a child of God, he 1165|Did feel that the very gods were kind, 1165|Yet knew that his heart was in the hand of his foe; 1165|And the poor soul upon the verge 1165|Of a foul and cruel fate -- 1165|His heart turned toward the sky-land 1165|And left the earth with only pain. 1165|And the voice of the Spirit fell, 1165|Which was calling him on toward the land; 1165|As he knew God had called him so, 1165|He took no thought for the earth or heaven, 1165|And only knew, when night is near, 1165|It is his Lord's will that he 1165|Should never again be born. 1165|So, he went forward, with the fear 1165|Of his spirit's fall upon his heart; 1165|And, until the coming of May 1165|Was over and he was alone, 1165|In the forest he would find a place 1165|To hide his body from the light. 1165|A little while there was before 1165|The child's mother found him there -- 1165|But on the morrow, while the sun 1165|Was in the east a maid did pass, 1165|And knew that he was out of sight, 1165|And, through the darkness of the forest, 1165|Moved her arms through the little shade, 1165|And the Spirit of God whispered in her ear, 1165|"Though he is fallen, my boy, be strong!" 1165|And that little babe, whom no one knew -- 1165|Was not in the wilderness now; 1165|But by the light of the moon was laid, 1165|In the house, with a strange, bright name. 1165|And the dim tree-fence stood in his stead 1165|Around the boy as a wall; 1165|And the old man loved him as he loved 1165|His haying, his little friend of years. 1165|He never thought him dead, though poor, 1165|Though poor upon life's need; 1165|For the God on high his soul did fill 1165|With joy, in a heaven of light. 1165|He never said a word of blight; 1165|Though his faith seemed crushed and dim, 1165|Though in heart and mind a pain to him 1165|Had been hard to make him blind. 1165|He wandered back to all his fame, 1165|And he lived to wait on God. 1165|I love when the wind goes singing through 1165|The little wood with the windy clang, 1165|As, in the dim pastures and the pines, 1165|Through the golden-sanded nights of June, 1165|Rises the flutter of winged feet. 1165|I love when the wind goes singing and sighing, 1165|As, through the little wood that was Eden, 1165|Rises the patter of wings; and the voice 1165|Of a little creature singing, singing, 1165|With the wings is all of us, all of us. 1165|I love when the wind goes singing through 1165|The little tree with the poplars tall, 1165|I love when, through the branches, it sounds 1165|The song of a child that comes, and whirls, 1165|And cries, And laughs, with the branches, at his 1165|Wafting, to the eastward, westward, straighter 1165|than the breeze, Of a joy that is more perfect 1165|than wings of birds, of the dream that is lighter 1165|than flight of nectarous things, of the vision 1165|Of the great, far, infinite, endless Being, 1165|Who is the star over us, the greater than 1165|the sun, Who is the greater, lovelier than 1165|our own love, as light that floats on wings 1165|is over clouds and sky; 1165|As a child over all the grasses ======================================== SAMPLE 32230 ======================================== 1365|Hear the piteous cry of hounds and men 1365|Rise from the snow-covered plains, 1365|And across the dimness 1365|The black-throated hawk sounds warily.' 1365|"So it was in Loch-farrand, 1365|And it is in Arcturus, 1365|And the moor-fowl's cry 1365|Seemed to follow like a herald. 1365|The sky above them 1365|Beamed with a lightning flash 1365|That brought from every point 1365|Victory to men 1365|The day was late, but the sun is not yet hot; 1365|The day in the valley, 1365|The day in the mountain, 1365|A red, red sunset, 1365|Flashing round the camps of the Irish and Ulster army. 1365|I am weary with dreams, 1365|With visions of my youth, 1365|With the song-notes that ring, 1365|The lark's clear shriek, 1365|The honeyed song 1365|Of evening larks alighting on hill and lea; 1365|All the sweet sounds of being, 1365|All the joys of being, 1365|Sang, shor'd, or sung 1365|In the days of the world. 1365|I am weary of my rest, 1365|All my heart I can leave 1365|Ere in the valley of dreams I lie down. 1365|The stars that through the darkness 1365|Of the dark night are shining 1365|So plain and bright and blue, 1365|Now turn again and grow less bright and small. 1365|I never see them larger, 1365|Or far more dim and far, 1365|And now, as of yore, 1365|They rise up over my head; 1365|Or, when the twilight closes, 1365|They fall down in the fields 1365|And, like the dusky dew, 1365|Forsake me as of old. 1365|I have dreamed of the golden-haired, 1365|I have dreamed of the young, 1365|And I have said to the skies: Ye leave us then. 1365|I have dream'd that the dead were coming, 1365|Dressed in white, with torches burning, 1365|And horses with flashing hoofs 1365|Coming into my pathway! 1365|I have dream'd that a voice sang 1365|To the horses on shining steeds, 1365|And I have been in a mighty dream. 1365|It was a wonderful dream, 1365|It was strange, it was strange; 1365|It had no memory of the things that were: 1365|It was but a thought that grew and grew 1365|Until at last it had its fate. 1365|A sudden silence came to the earth; 1365|And I, for fear, or for dread, or for doubt, 1365|Put up my sword, and in shame did draw 1365|The white blot from my covered heart. 1365|The sword was drawn from my breast; 1365|It was as if a cold dew 1365|Had fallen on my naked heart. 1365|With a sudden fear, 1365|And with a sudden shame, 1365|And with a sudden fear, 1365|I came forth from my darkling room. 1365|The nightingale in the field 1365|Was singing with the gardener, 1365|And the knight in the watch-tower, 1365|He is listening, and follows! 1365|And the sun is above us, 1365|And the moon is above us, 1365|We are brothers in winter! 1365|We are but two of the Irish Brigade, 1365|So united in spirit, so united in blood, 1365|That each has his grave within our gates, 1365|We are but two of the Irish Brigade, 1365|As I sat in the court-yard, 1365|And watched the ships go past, 1365|Sailing for England, at anchor by my side, 1365|I thought of the Irish Brigade, 1365|As I lay in a farm-yard, 1365|And heard the cricket in my lane. 1365|I was like a child by day, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 32240 ======================================== 5186|Sought the water-pike of the lake, 5186|Sought the sable pike of Heorot, 5186|Hung the fish upon a birch-pin, 5186|Drove the fish-net to Pohyola. 5186|Once the pin was in the water, 5186|Once within the lakelet's brim; 5186|But the fish it could not enter, 5186|Could not move the pin within. 5186|Knew he then no way to seize her, 5186|Nor for other lakelet to bind her. 5186|Thus the reckless Lemminkainen 5186|Instructed the pike of Heorot, 5186|Tried to bind the pike to answer, 5186|But the pike made answer, answering, 5186|With his wisdom and his strength, 5186|Flew away to deepest Northland, 5186|To the dismal Sariola, 5186|There to feasting bestows his attention. 5186|There the timid Little Bohea 5186|Feats beneath the eagle's claws; 5186|There the eagle builds his nest-and there 5186|Feats and prospers with the war-birds. 5186|Soon the valiant Lemminkainen, 5186|Saint of Northland's highest renown, 5186|Sought a place to put his aim-the sea, 5186|Toward the hunger of a diver, 5186|On the blue-back of the hostile waters. 5186|Quick he sailed a boat, and took his stand, 5186|On a rock of the wild-waves facing, 5186|And he wrote the words, "Be not frightened, 5186|I have slain the black-frost-fever!" 5186|Then the daring Lemminkainen 5186|Flew along the foam and water, 5186|Seeking fish for his preparation, 5186|Seeking for a halter for his wrist-rings, 5186|For his burial-wreath of reeds and bassins, 5186|For his sables for his marriage-feasts, 5186|For his beards for beautifying days, 5186|For his helmet for his battles, 5186|For his crimson cross at times to cover; 5186|But he found not what he was looking for, 5186|Sought no farther for the Halmo's islands, 5186|Sought no islands in the waters 5186|Of the wild-folk on the sea-shore. 5186|Wands of high conception floated 5186|In the windings of the hero's shoulders, 5186|Rowed themselves the islands in three parts, 5186|Hid behind Kaukomieli's dancers, 5186|On the three dread points of his knees; 5186|Then began the hero's groping, 5186|On the three dread points of Lemminkainen; 5186|As of sharks intent upon swallowing, 5186|As of wolves intent upon fighting, 5186|As of fish intent upon fishes; 5186|As of loon with nets for catching, 5186|As of seals in fog and surf-waves, 5186|As of birds in flight and in branches; 5186|All the islands hid themselves in darkness, 5186|He discovered suddenly, suddenly, 5186|Found the 'Ring of Three' all glowing, 5186|Found Kauko's islands in rising, 5186|Found the three-stemmed fountain bordered 5186|By the sacred streams of Dessa, 5186|By the sacred streams of Louhi, 5186|By the sacred fated Ressa; 5186|Steeped his feet in water three times, 5186|With his feet he bound together, 5186|With his head he fastened ardently, 5186|With his locks he bound together. 5186|Then the wicked Lemminkainen 5186|Led the evil Miskase through the smoke-traps, 5186|Through the smoke-haze of the fishing-loves, 5186|Through the smoke-flakes of the waters, 5186|Till at last he reached the bridge-end; 5186|Quickly leaping from the trestle, 5186|Through the smoke he came the arch-traitors, 5186|Through the smoke-traitors' straitlinken fellows, 5186|Hurl ======================================== SAMPLE 32250 ======================================== 19394|Beneath the shadow of midnight skies, 19394|Comes the song, and from their slumbers riseth, 19394|Bidding the heart of love and sorrow sing. 19394|O, the music of the nightingale, 19394|O, the song of the nightingale! 19394|When the nightingale is singing, 19394|The nightingale is whispering to me. 19394|From the tree-tops all about me 19394|The leaves are giving heed to her sweet lay, 19394|For I am young and the Spring is near, 19394|And my heart is full of its gladness, 19394|And her song is ringing in mine ear. 19394|O, the music of the day-dawn 19394|O, the song of the day-dawn! 19394|And the little birds all merry 19394|To the air are raising a happy song, 19394|And their music hath such melody, 19394|It shall wake my slumbering spirit up. 19394|O, the music of the birds, 19394|O, the song of the birds! 19394|I knew that I loved you last 19394|When the nightingale was singing 19394|To the dells among the green leaves; 19394|But now I see you are no more 19394|--For ever and ever, ever-- 19394|The love that once was ours are o'er 19394|By the stars and the sunlight made one, 19394|And I know that I loved you then. 19394|When the lark first speaks 19394|Out of darkness and mirth, 19394|And the bee is on the wing, 19394|And the swallows build in flight, 19394|And the forest flowers with gold 19394|In the breath of morning,-- 19394|O then a youth is speaking, 19394|And a youth is singing! 19394|When again the sun, 19394|His shining chariot showing, 19394|Turns the swift rays of his fire 19394|On the lawns and the meadows green, 19394|And the grasshopper, in rapture, 19394|Bears to the heart a merry strain, 19394|Whispering love and longing; 19394|O then a youth is speaking 19394|Till the heart is filled with light, 19394|With the pride of life and strength 19394|That they who are old and blind 19394|Have not seen and understood. 19394|When the leaves hang still, 19394|And no voice speaks, 19394|And all nature seems 19394|Under the silent sky; 19394|When the wind has gone, 19394|Sleepless still, 19394|Underneath the skies 19394|Sleep comes gently to the bare branches. 19394|When the heart's within 19394|Tangles of gloom are laid; 19394|When the soul is blinded, 19394|Omnipotent, by doubt; 19394|When the cloud of sorrow 19394|Seeming an arch of sorrow, 19394|Curls above and sunders 19394|All the hope of life in its boundlessness; 19394|Then, O then, from the depths which no man knows of, 19394|Come into some hearts that do not name themselves. 19394|I came to you--not for myself-- 19394|No secret I have kept 19394|Till the hour which gave me wings, 19394|When the great wings of being 19394|Wove round me, like a sunbeam; 19394|When no more on earth I live, 19394|I only love you, you who are mine! 19394|I would be a bird 19394|Wandering wide and free; 19394|Thou should'st have been the other way. 19394|We should have been two 19394|Twisting locks of jet, 19394|Lips that should have been as kind as sweet. 19394|We should have been happy, 19394|Now I am but a man, 19394|And you were as fair a maid as thou. 19394|But if I was to choose, 19394|And would choose, and would choose, 19394|Where the garden's end was, 19394|Do I rather love the bowery side? 19394|Would ======================================== SAMPLE 32260 ======================================== 615|Had, in the first ranks of his army, his heart 615|The king, and of his deed the foremost made 615|(The others fled) as the best man should appear. 615|Him, all the day, the monarch with this man, 615|He who with him his host and fleet had made, 615|The same was to avenge, with heart sincere. 615|On him who erst in this castle had been, 615|And who had fled to him in hope to be 615|His debtor, whom he might never gain, 615|The valiant Duke shall be the foremost knight. 615|So saying, a third, whom Charlemagne begot, 615|'Mid other aids supplied by Charles his guest, 615|The monarch's arm has for his army poured; 615|Of this, at Roland's tower a part was made, 615|And at the city, at the palace close; 615|There, by the gate, he tolled his horn to be 615|The first in place, and did his duty well, 615|To the gates from far, and back, and by his back, 615|As he who would the deed have borne alone. 615|With this and others like gear the king o'erthrew; 615|And to the cavalier his herald gave 615|To bear the stranger to the city gate; 615|He takes it by that road which leads to gate 615|Cadmus, and whose height the palace lies. 615|He, to pass by Rome, a fair pavilion made, 615|And in this palace made a pavilion fair: 615|He was a king, and in the palace sat, 615|And with his right hand cast into the air. 615|As well he took it and secured it, all 615|As if it had been from mid-earth the seed; 615|And to return to Paris by the way 615|And other road as he had heard the maid, 615|Thence, where the city is, the cavalier, 615|Who with his band and goodly arme assailed, 615|Reached, at length, the city walls, and passed; 615|Nor, with his baggage, left the city far. 615|But, for he nevermore from Roland hight, 615|Nor he his lord, nor any of his train, 615|He did at first a few, but small, employ, 615|Hoping some day, to take the city gate. 615|He sought the city (and from thence was won 615|The city's garrison, who of noblest race, 615|For valour or for lineage, were enrolled) 615|With his own sword, which at a mother's breast 615|Was nursed, and nursed in vain, for death and night, 615|As it before was fed; which, as he bore, 615|He, at his master's house, at dawn of day 615|Struck, and within its walls was thence confined. 615|If he be born, as was the tale reported, 615|Of king or father, and that he descends 615|From far, or from the house of his own worth 615|Came of a noble line; for the tale told, 615|And, of himself, the story is untrue; 615|For that, in him, such force of martial flame 615|Was felt, that arm for arm was fused in fight. 615|As many as the churls of France had fed 615|In every chace, the warrior from his horse 615|Transported, when a baron with his aid, 615|And arms of foreign nation, came within 615|The streets of Paris. In his charger proud, 615|As in a tiger's guise, a white-winged hare 615|With ready step he met, and in mid space 615|The bars between them fixed, and smote her head, 615|That there-by a prey to ravening fowl 615|She became. Nor was she longer fated 615|To starve, when he the horseman's sword espied, 615|Then on his charger rushing, to the combat 615|Of many foes; for so would he desire, 615|Ere that fatal moment, that all should fall 615|By the sword of him on whom the axe should fall. 615|This he from all the rest rejected, but still 615|Himself refused still to depart with him. 615|At length the warrior, to the fight enthroned, ======================================== SAMPLE 32270 ======================================== 1745|Of every shape, but of the stature and the length 1745|Of a full man, of upright age, and in the best 1745|Of Cottons, where he might reside secure 1745|From unpresumptuous time; which therefore he did, 1745|And, with his servants, built an upper chamber, 1745|Laid in the utmost circumference of the Hill, 1745|With round cherubim to guard it, and the Fiend 1745|Built after him an upper chamber, too, another, 1745|Within which to view was none of Angels admitted. 1745|Thir watch was all dedicated to Discourse, 1745|To Discourse on earth, or in the air right車 1745|Or East, or WEST, or NEAREST; and there they dealt 1745|Their learned discourse with subtlest, as they counted, 1745|Div, or called it; and they seld or had seld 1745|At will with thundring Stars, or else with Bands 1745|Of straight sword-thundring Fields, or else with Shapes 1745|Of Hills or Evening Hills, for either account, 1745|Or to thir own liking, straight or curved or bent. 1745|And these they used when thunder or when Storm 1745|Down thir Boards of Coffee troubled soft, or other 1745|Bread to ere long upset, or to their Bread 1745|Broth, or their Oil, or Dresses made a slim 1745|Suit, or their wine whose bright and generous spirit flows 1745|Beneath white, but less by sight than by thought lies 1745|Light transparent. On the rainy Seas oft 1745|Their goodly Wine they draughts of water got, 1745|And therewithal put out: but if their Bread 1745|Was not obdurate, they to thir Shell brought Water, 1745|Which then their Shells of Milk thir Feeding made. 1745|And if th' unleaven'd Bread be pleasd, th' encriving 1745|Thunder of Ocean drives away thir thoughts, 1745|And if not Food, what then? thir Wine is must, 1745|Though th' unleaven'd. Thus if by no force 1745|Lighted, th' unrefreshing Fountain here 1745|Of Fountain Godhead labor'd, else would he 1745|Who could stamp out grief, find soli from us 1745|Our grief he can't, since griefe is of his owne. 1745|So God made us in his image, in himselfe 1745|The Maker bold, and in his Image man; 1745|For griefe he made, and griefe he framed in us, 1745|For griefe his image left, to knowe his owne. 1745|Griefe from himselfe may fall, as rain from Wood, 1745|And rain found out in Wood, can bring Winter also, 1745|Though from thee not Winter. For let Winter go, 1745|Though yearly ceasing, yet yearly still continuing; 1745|Winter still, though past, may colder be, 1745|Though past, no less cruel. Why then frost, 1745|Cranke, and might continue still a Foe 1745|To man, till man escaped them. Now what profit 1745|In enduring these for enduring grief? 1745|For while we languish, and have breath to grieve, 1745|Lo, death sets us on edge to take us on, 1745|And leave us worse off, having no reliefe 1745|Left in our woe, but still to bear alway 1745|Our owne Malf readier than another'sweal. 1745|Is endles contrarie of griefe, which wee 1745|To solace in the contrarie are allowed; 1745|Pleasures torment, and afflict our sense, 1745|Which solace of griefe makes short and long, 1745|That solace may not lapse, and lead to paine, 1745|That we may please ourselvese, shorter while we live. 1745|Fittest eyes to see and dearest warmlie love, 1745|Lift up thine eyes, and be beguiler of this, 1745|By lingering but short space, or dying quickly; 1745|For neither time, nor kindling love ======================================== SAMPLE 32280 ======================================== 1365|And many a wonder-working tongue, 1365|And words of magic and of wonderment, 1365|In many a tongue of magic and of wonderment, 1365|With magic and with wonderment, 1365|From the very source, 1365|The King of the Forest, the King of the Forest, King Kwasind, 1365|His name was Kwasind; and, like himself the majestic, 1365|His name was Kwasind. 1365|A hundred years of peace for this land he kept. 1365|In this great wilderness of his vast dominion, 1365|Where stood the ancient wigwam of his fathers, 1365|Where was his home among the tribes of men, 1365|His people, the endless generations of his people, 1365|The infinite generations of his people, 1365|The endless generations of his people. 1365|But the smoke of his burning tent ascended, 1365|A rising voice of thunder from the east came, 1365|And the sky grew dark with the smoke that rose, 1365|Red with the smoke of his burning tent. 1365|And Kwasind, frightened and full of gloom, 1365|Fled to the forest, like the white-tusked boar, 1365|As the guard and warder of the World-Family, 1365|Like the warder of the spirits of all living things. 1365|There in his wigwam, by the flickering fire, 1365|Thinking only of the coming night, 1365|The night that would conquer all our earthly things, 1365|He lay in deep perplexity, until, raising the embers, 1365|Calling aloud for Ashe Hubbard, his host, 1365|He fell asleep beside the roaring fire. 1365|Then he raised himself, the while his hosts slept, 1365|And stretched a white hand to the starry pole; 1365|And the voice of his people cried, "Awake, arise! 1365|The time has come for Kwasind to speak!" 1365|Then up and spoke Kwasind, as the dawn was breaking: 1365|"I am old and gray, and my thoughts are full of sorrow; 1365|The people ask me of many things to tell them. 1365|Let us take the air together, and let us walk apart. 1365|I have heard that Kwasind is the happiest man among them, 1365|In the land of spirits and the lands of mystery, 1365|And the maidens ask me all sorts of questions. 1365|Who is Kwasind? What is he doing now? 1365|What is the meaning of this red coat on his neck so slender? 1365|Will he ever go back to his people and his land, 1365|And will he never speak to them again, 1365|Or answer one questioning question for an answer? 1365|Do not speak of Kwasind till he has spoken to me!" 1365|Then he spoke as one forgets his sorrow and grief; 1365|He spoke, as one who in a dream has forgotten; 1365|And his voice rang loud and clear as the laugh of an old friend, 1365|For like the laugh of an old friend it rang in the ear of him; 1365|And the people answered, saying, "This is the manner of Kwasind, 1365|He of the many locks, the one that cannot shake it." 1365|But the ancient Wabenos, like the pale-faced goddesses, 1365|Stirred in vain at the sound of Kwasind's laughter, 1365|For his laughter rang in their ears like the laugh of an old friend. 1365|And the Wabenos answered, saying, "This is the manner of Wabenos, 1365|Who is Kwasind? What is he doing now? 1365|What is the meaning of this red coat on his neck so slender? 1365|Will he ever go back to his people and his land, 1365|And will he never speak to them again, 1365|Or answer one questioning question for an answer?" 1365|Then Kwasind answered, saying, "I will tell you truly everything, 1365|But I cannot go with you, for I am so very old!" 1365|Thus answering, he went among the other Wabenos, 1365|And said to them, pointing to the old man Wabun, 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 32290 ======================================== 13650|I heard some birds sing, 13650|But I was too happy 13650|For any tinkling, 13650|And I could sing no better 13650|Than all my love for her. 13650|And all my heart was thrilled 13650|At the sounds,-- 13650|At the lovely things she said. 13650|My sweetheart comes no more, 13650|With her eyes all closed, 13650|She has gone to mingle 13650|With the shadows of the earth. 13650|Come when you list, 13650|Sisters and brothers, come when you may,-- 13650|Sweetheart of mine, long ago we met, 13650|We stood by the crystal, I held her head, 13650|We held each other down,-- 13650|A little head bent over so small, 13650|A little, holding, 13650|Down to the grave; 13650|Down to the grave, she--She was dead.-- 13650|Down to the grave. 13650|And ever and anon a laugh would ring 13650|From that brown table, and it soothed me most 13650|To hear the tap of the blacksmith's bell, 13650|The tumble and thump of the neat heel, 13650|The creak of the cushions, and the grind 13650|Of the iron on the hearth. 13650|And I must love them less; and they can see 13650|How I repented them, and long for those days 13650|Of sun and thunder, and of the quick breath 13650|That stirs the grass up underfoot; 13650|And, lo! I shall love them less. 13650|And I shall love them, when I am no more 13650|He who has loved me, sweetheart, we love so well; 13650|And though our loves have many worlds, and many seats, 13650|Our souls, by some mysterious force, 13650|Have only one supreme delight!-- 13650|I love my love, because my heart is her own. 13650|I know that when I meet her again, 13650|She will be young, and beautiful, and kind, 13650|And with soft, ravished looks, she will rise 13650|And put a lock of hair among our hands; 13650|And then, I know, she will be rapturous, 13650|Pressing her fingers lovingly about 13650|My temples with her tresses; then she will say: 13650|"Ah! you must see my Love's hidden beauty!" 13650|And I will reach my hands forth to her, 13650|And, as she leans to hold it, each strand 13650|Will sparkle with a curl, a half curl, a curl 13650|Deep in her tresses.--In the light of that hour 13650|I shall forget the years that have gone 13650|Between us, and remember only this-- 13650|We two are only one, we two are one, 13650|We do not know of time what divisions 13650|Of dark or shine of summer, day or night, 13650|Of pride or pride in others,--we are one, 13650|One soul, one soul together. 13650|I KNOW a field that has a honeycomb, 13650|Where some sweet peach-trees stand crowned with fruit: 13650|And there are many little trees, 13650|With dew-drops on their blossoms, 13650|And in the shade of each a dell 13650|Finds a pleasant resting-place. 13650|The brook runs through, and every now and then 13650|A little brook runs clear along it; 13650|And there a little house of mosses is, 13650|Where a little pond goes laughing by, 13650|And there a little house of trees, 13650|A house of leaves, and boughs of buds. 13650|And many sweet birds call there and sing there, 13650|And sweetest notes of summer's songs are there, 13650|And many, many, few mild odours enter there, 13650|And sweeter blooms of summer there. 13650|I know a garden where the grass is green, 13650|And a garden where the sun shines warm, 13650|And flowers and fruits to please the sense of sweet. 13650|And in a little garden ======================================== SAMPLE 32300 ======================================== 5184|Lifted his sledge in air. 5186|Kullerwoinen, wicked wizard, 5186|Fell to singing, wild-splendor, 5186|On the sledge in singing, 5186|On the cross-bars fell he, 5186|Fell and died amid of elves, 5186|On the sledge of paint-work. 5186|Thereupon young Ilmarinen, 5186|He of many inventions, 5186|Knits anew the sledge of magic, 5186|Knits a ladder to the heavens, 5186|To the oak-tree led it upward, 5186|Till the fir-trees called together, 5186|Called together many a service-ship, 5186|Filled with skilful minstrels, singers, 5186|Strength and wisdom from the Northland, 5186|Called together skiffs and foaming, 5186|All the rivers came rejoicing; 5186|All the ocean poured forth music. 5186|Kullerwoinen, wicked wizard, 5186|Lifts the sledge on high, think outside, 5186|He, the wicked wizard, Kullerwoinen, 5186|Falls to joy, and sings and dances 5186|On the road, and sings and dances. 5186|Ilmarinen, wizard-father, 5186|Through the roof peered curving clouds 5186|Filling all the concave of heaven, 5186|Came to Kullerwoinen, singing, 5186|In his hand the magic sledge resting; 5186|"Kullerwoinen, thou from Northland, 5186|Flyest thou this way, or wilt thou perish 5186|In some fish-pond or shallower lakelet?" 5186|Then the youth Kullerwoinen answered: 5186|"O thou fair Ark of Agailva, 5186|Best of all my kindred, Agailva, 5186|I am neither fish-pond nor shallower, 5186|On the coasts of Sariola, 5186|Not among the monsters of Pohya, 5186|Nor among the nor'wes abundant, 5186|In the houses of Pohyola, 5186|In the courts of Sariola, 5186|In the dwellings of Louhi, 5186|In the dwellings of Tamamo! 5186|Great the power of my incantations, 5186|Great the power of my Serahatar, 5186|Who shall enter my concubine's chambers, 5186|Who within these doors shall serve me?" 5186|Ilmarinen's wife, the bride of Hiawatha, 5186|The true-hearted mother of the magician, 5186|Ancient Widow of the Sun, Dodona, 5186|Ancient Widow of the Snow-white Leaves, 5186|Carefully the words were pondered in 5186|By the wise Osseo, Josiah, 5186|By the merry wooer of Sugríva; 5186|Spake these words, and carefully finessed 5186|These the words of old Osseo: 5186|"What avail our enchantments, 5186|What the pow'rs of our concoctions? 5186|Nothing our magic arts avail, 5186|Nothing our magic words produce; 5186|He whose wand can find a way 5186|Through the wisdom of Osseo, 5186|Who, with Osseo divieth, 5186|Can produce, upon this day of danger, 5186|Fruits of plants that spring beneath him, 5186|Fertils branches of the sycamores, 5186|Foliage rich of birch and pine-tree, 5186|From the wombs of birds of heaven!" 5186|Then Osseo spake as follows: 5186|"O thou pretty Leda-witch, Jumala, 5186|Bride to this, thou ancient well-beloved, 5186|Thou that into the realms of Blindman, 5186|Into the kingdom of Death art going, 5186|Make this wedding-day a burial-day 5186|For the son of Leda-nin, Jumala, 5186|Bound for Kishkindum, on the pool-floods, 5186|Bound upon the hems of pike and salmon." 5186|Then ======================================== SAMPLE 32310 ======================================== 3650|Where the banyan and wild vine grow, 3650|And yon is the village gate, 3650|And yon is the mill below, 3650|Where the flour must be mills. 3650|O banyan tree! O wild vine! 3650|O mighty mill! ye are the same! 3650|O yonder is the mill, 3650|And there I am, 3650|And there I am, 3650|And there I am, 3650|And yonder is the mill 3650|That grinds the flour for you. 3650|Ye millers, say, why then ye mill 3650|Thee and thy fellows, men or boys, 3650|To your profit? 3650|For verily as men 3650|Have lived and moved, 3650|So live and love, 3650|So live with women: 3650|And as ye make 3650|Salmon roll in smoke 3650|So make the water clean for me 3650|That for to drink may be. 3650|O yonder is the mill, 3650|O yonder is the mill, 3650|And yonder is the mill 3650|That grinds the flour for you. 3650|O banyan tree! o wild vine! 3650|O mighty mill! ye are the same! 3650|O yonder is the mill, 3650|And yonder is the mill 3650|That grinds the flour for you. 3650|From "Song, "Somebody Tell."|Let all my days be long 3650|As days worn out by toiling motion; 3650|Long as time doth end in strife, 3650|And if the last cannot tell 3650|An hour, a year, a age, 3650|I'll whisper in sweeter words 3650|Than any grammar school divines 3650|For those who would make laws, or rules, 3650|Or cast a spell, or draw 3650|From nature's fountain a temperance 3650|Of thought, or a good example. 3650|Let's eat, and clothe ourselves, 3650|And all the time be glad! 3650|Better be merry evening and morning 3650|On some old country seat than on agelong farms, 3650|Where the fresh air is sweet, but not the soil; 3650|Better be mirthful and free from sorrow, 3650|With our cares removed and our cares removed. 3650|Better the silence of nature and the silence of the sea 3650|Than the noise of busy life and strife. 3650|Where no quarrel, and where no dissension, 3650|But the calm and solemn of one soul; 3650|Where with all patience we seem to God smiling 3650|As on children in the twilight we look o'er our work.-- 3650|There the child looks up to hear the father say: 3650|"Brother, what is that thing that the lad sees?" 3650|And the father replies, "Brother, that is life"-- 3650|But of what is my life made? 3650|Shall it only be clay, or air, or light, 3650|Or flood, or torrid or dry? 3650|I cannot tell; but know that 'tis better so, 3650|So there is room in Man's affairs to grow, 3650|Than one short hour of time in Nature's. 3650|The rain beats down, the leaves fall thick, the wind blows wild 3650|Among the oak-leaves, the poplar thick. 3650|The snow is on the mountains, the breeze is on the sea, 3650|The birds are quiring upon the trees-- 3650|I should like a place that would be quiet to be cool, 3650|And I'd a friend, where I could roam 3650|And be as I couldion, or go leaf hunting. 3650|I should have time for play and light time for work, 3650|And not have to mind the nursery rhyme 3650|As if I were a silly little maid. 3650|I like the sun to smile on me, he lets the land and sky 3650|Rot, as they will, because of me. 3650|The stream rolls high, the misty clouds come flying by, 3650|And they will not come any more, 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 32320 ======================================== 17393|And then, when you think me the greatest of 17393|Himselves to be a little overburdened with 17393|To be with his feet, in the twilight's soft 17393|Mists, and you wish to say a few good-byes, 17393|And then, when the dream is over, and you 17393|Are all of you like a single leaf that's blown, 17393|And in the corner you can see him sleeping there, 17393|And, oh, the very worst part, now and then 17393|You catch him fluffing his cheek, and remember 17393|How all the world must have some one whose bed 17393|Is like the grave, and whose face is like the dead! 17393|The very worst part of it, I own, is this; 17393|That I can tell so little of my own heart 17393|That he--oh, God, he is mine--has taken one 17393|To be his lover. No, that's not the thing; 17393|I am not a woman, so what is left? 17393|And what can I do? I am all alone; 17393|I hate myself for thinking I was loved, 17393|And yet I don't dare tell you, and I hate 17393|The damnedest thing in the world I dare-- 17393|But what's worse--I hate myself for ever! 17393|If it could be so easy for you all, 17393|And all the wonderful years we've shared, 17393|In which you must have loved me and I tried 17393|To love you, how should I have done with you, 17393|And how was it all possible for you, 17393|And all the lovely things that we have lived through, 17393|With all the dreams and hopes and doubts and fears 17393|In which our little lives are filled? 17393|If it could be so easy for you all, 17393|We could have lived happily from then on! 17393|I love you, and I thank you, and maybe I pray 17393|That Heaven will help me--ah, you dear dear--but only! 17393|To you, to you, dear, to you! 17393|I'd rather die, because I know, indeed, 17393|That what I would be is not what I would be, 17393|And you, dear, you know it and I pray it not 17393|With all my soul--oh, but God, I say it not, 17393|And if I did, there are two ways, you know it too-- 17393|I have the chance and you have the opportunity 17393|To make me one of you, do you wish that I 17393|Should be a woman in the way that you would have me, 17393|Or do you think I love myself just as much? 17393|"_O mai, Lais, phoenix, o mai, mou sotoi_," 17393|"_o mai, O mai, o mou sotoi_," 17393|You had your dream. 17393|The same as I had mine--and that's only this: 17393|That he was dead and--your lover too, and I 17393|Was left alone, but both of us sad and blind, 17393|To bask at leisure in the sunshine of your eyes. 17393|(You, who would be a very nun, and yet 17393|Have dreams as foolish as your mother's was, 17393|Dreaming, day by day, of the same four things 17393|That made her father jealous; yet you dream! 17393|I dreamed as little when your father died, 17393|As you dream, dreaming--and a great deal more! 17393|When your father died, your mother came to ask 17393|If some bad dream about me had come to her-- 17393|It was, after all, a pretty present; 17393|And I thought it much better to put on 17393|My nun's habit, say the least of all 17393|Things that a nun might do, and do them well-- 17393|Put on my brown vestments and white veil 17393|(Which was the least of all your mantling things!), 17393|And leave my father's grave, if you'd like it, 17393|Where there are flowers, and where the stone is green. 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 32330 ======================================== 27195|An' a lot o' 'bain' to go on 27195|An' nothin' come an' stan' 27195|But the wind o' "Peacock Pie," 27195|An' the cuss for to 'tade; 27195|"Nary a beggar walkin' by 27195|But the cuss for to 'tade; 27195|Nay, I'd 'a' ruther see him here 27195|Than see him in a tent," 27195|An' a lot o' things 'at's on't a', 27195|An' a lot o' things 'at's on't. 27195|There's the 'eavy-weight, an' the 'elped Hop, 27195|With the noddin' breeks on his back; 27195|There's a jay an' a jaw nor so good 27195|As the beggar Hop; 27195|There's the hoss golus, there they go 27195|The old 'emoon; 27195|An' the 'ully-head that's all the hog, 27195|An' the old 'am so 'ard. 27195|There's the old cow-callin' dog, 27195|An' the old 'emoon, 27195|An' the old 'am so 'ard, an' 'arf a ho - 27195|The beggar Hop; 27195|An' the old dog that 'as all tos' day, 27195|An' the old dog that 'as all tos' day. 27195|They's some there is 'a done the roun', 27195|I'll name you thim, an' they done 'is 'arm 27195|By t' other one, an' it's true,-- 27195|They's many t' poor in thim village, 27195|But thim they're poor, an' the beggar Hop. 27195|There's a lot o' gert life past an' gone, 27195|But it's hard fer the poor man to sell, 27195|So they's twenty to one to spend, 27195|But the old 'am 'ome an' the old 'am 'ard, 27195|An' thim they're poor, an' the old beggar Hop. 27195|Thare's a place yance 'em all through life 27195|Where the poor are treated fer the poor, 27195|An' the man that's beggar Hop's a fool 27195|Fer to git rich an' 'eavy-weight, 27195|Fer to climb into thim 'lasses 27195|An' 'ave a bit o' wealth in 'estate-- 27195|If the old man's gone, thim's a pile 27195|An' the old man's gone, an' thim as 'as no wealth; 27195|So they's many 'am that 'as done the merk, 27195|But thim they're poor, an' the old beggar Hop. 27195|There's the poor ould woman, and the poor ould man 27195|He's the man that's done the marra, 27195|He never earns a bit o' pelf, 27195|He never drinks a drop o' gin; 27195|The beggar Hop's the beggar Hop, 27195|An' thim they're poor, an' the old beggar Hop. 27195|There's the rouch cook and the gillop' cook, 27195|An' the ole grey mare she's the teddie at 'ome, 27195|An' the old man jes' 'as a larch grey head; 27195|An' the old man's gone, an' the old man's gone, 27195|An' thim they're poor, an' the old beggar Hop. 27195|There's the ould man that's given up drink 27195|An' the old man dat 'as naught to say; 27195|But he's a dreep, an' the old man's gone, 27195|He's been livin' as a beggar, an' thim they're poor, 27195|If thim they're poor, thim they're poor, 27195|'is got no share, an' thim they're poor, 27195|But thim they're poor, an' the old beggar Hop ======================================== SAMPLE 32340 ======================================== 19|Then said the Prophet, Ye shall have 19|All bounteousness, and glory, and might, 19|To multiply and increase the number 19|Of thy seed among the women born; 19|And, as the angels on earth they rose, 19|So shall they in the mansions of the blest 19|Rejoice in glory and eternal bliss. 19|"But see," he said, "the woman, Noah's daughter, 19|Lies seven cubits' stride lengthened out; 19|And her flesh weighs upon her ribs, and hers 19|Is as the straw that in the reed-beds swims, 19|Whilst overhead the doves and vultures feed; 19|Her garments none of these with her take forth; 19|Nor mar her whiteness; unmark'd she sleeps, 19|Deep in the caves of Shemsel, concealed 19|From the seeker after Doosi, nor the hermit 19|That strives her by the wayside all night long. 19|"For seven years she hath been bride of Yorghi, 19|Since e'er the firm foot Yorghi Cainu? 19|Fashioned his charger, and his staff his sword, 19|And his staff his staff; and their chiefs were two. 19|And their horses were as steeds god-like strong, 19|Winged like the wind, through seven sunny seasons; 19|And still they journey'd northward, southward, westward, 19|Till they saw the great barrier of Yorghi. 19|"Then the old man reeled, as rush'd the steed, 19|Headlong downward, headlong, from his stand; 19|And two companions, friends of youthful Cainu, 19|Stood round him, and each pulled a gaberdine, 19|To wipe his bloody hands, the purple of blood. 19|The first of them, the fearless and bold, 19|Hacon, cried aloud, 'By Allah! we can feel 19|No hope of life but now we have lost it; 19|We have slain a hero, and an excellent one!' 19|"'By Allah! our flight was slow,' Cainu answered; 19|"'By Allah! we heard no sound of greeting 19|From our grandsire on his journey over-sea; 19|Nor saw we any sign of welcome at the gate 19|In the land of Hanug. We hurried back 19|To the man who had carried us in trust, 19|And whom, before we went, we warned with threats 19|Of dire events; but, the good Yorghi hither 19|Who is no more, lead us, O Yorghi kindly! 19|For we are ten companions that lost Hirshi, 19|Even we, and O be merciful to us! 19|'Our hair has turned gray with travel; we 19|Walk by the stream Osman Sultana; 19|The land is desolate, the stars are dark, 19|And none is left but the dying Osman. 19|'For many nights and days we journeyed forth, 19|And the fierce sun and the savage stars 19|Closed o'er the water, and the moon was hid 19|'Mid the bleak winds with dust and scorching mud: 19|But not a gleam of light the water gave, 19|And we lost the star-sail, the mighty white, 19|Which once we hailed from heaven, our father's throne.'" 19|He paused; but Osman Sultana answered: 19|"In the land of Hanug the gods are few; 19|A god in mercy only dwelleth, 19|Though the great gods of heaven are many. 19|I know a little cave in the desert, 19|Where the dead sands lie cool and wet with sand, 19|And the light wind never rises and stirs not; 19|It sigheth round the dead rocks, yet never rises 19|Till the night hath fallen; and within it, 19|All that lives is sleeping, as I sleep. 19|There the mighty Osman sleeps within it, 19|But not a ray of light the sand gives him; 19|And underneath his eyelids sleep the dead, 19|The evil spirits of men that were not born, 19|But dwell here on the earth, the lost and wicked. 19|"Night is Osman Sultana's brother, 19|But night is cousin to Osman Sultana. ======================================== SAMPLE 32350 ======================================== 16059|Aye! ¿Qué tras los amantes 16059|Y alcanzo en el natal 16059|¡Oh! si en el estílio 16059|Para su caro al fin succio 16059|El que hoy, siendo en el estílio, 16059|El sombrero del márgeno 16059|Cuenta de la hermosura! 16059|¿Y te libre con su dulce lozano 16059|El que hoy, siendo en el doulosor? 16059|¡La sepulture, ¡viene ábrares! 16059|Vineres á las flores! ¡La sepulture! 16059|¡La sepulture! ¡Viene ábrares! 16059|Vineres á las flores! 16059|Si una estrella alada 16059|De donde á las flores 16059|Mi triste voz dando, 16059|Aquéterse á las flores. 16059|¡Viene las flores! ¡La sepulture! 16059|Vineres á las flores! 16059|De tus amigos y donde sabe 16059|Aun donde se amo 16059|La sepulture de los amigos. 16059|¡La sepulture! ¡viene de sus amigos! 16059|Vineres á las flores! 16059|Señor Almonio, una cuesta amargo, 16059|Que á tus pánicos sombras tocsanos 16059|Por vuestros amigos vencedor, 16059|En esta ora te vas commodo, 16059|Cuando te amor de tus amigsos. 16059|Si el encubrisón que le descends 16059|Y la puerta se verenda 16059|En tus mares de oro y donde estrellas, 16059|Y quien era las nocios tendrá, 16059|Cuyo te amarga la sepulcro donde se resuelas. 16059|Cuando te vas mas y le correrás 16059|Me lleva en las fuerzas, 16059|A tus nidos alienta levantá; 16059|¡Día dulce hombre, de amor te amor, 16059|Al mismo que le descends, 16059|La sepulture de los amigos. 16059|Estas cantares que te querera 16059|Del tesoro el placer 16059|Y el amor de su voz delanteño 16059|Con que le escuchó á en su seno 16059|Sino le efen al punto, 16059|Llegando á tu cándida cantar. 16059|¡Al ondas á tus lindos amigos! 16059|El viento entre sus uígenos 16059|Como tus ojos no lejos; 16059|¡Vinieron! La sepulture de los amigos. 16059|Si cuanto más, bien se diste, 16059|Aquel placer á ti, le hallá, 16059|El puerto de la vida, 16059|Por hallá, que hice el puerto 16059|La puerta de que le hallá, 16059|El puerto de la patria mía 16059|La puerta de la patria mía. 16059|¡Aquel música español! 16059|La sepulture de los amigos. 16059|El cáliz de los hombres 16059|La esencia se encubres. 16059|La esencia se enfrancille 16059|En la esencia de los mún. 16059|Por eso le tu nite cielo 16059|Los cielos en ella, 16059|La esencia se enfrancille 16059|En el cielo de la sepultura. 16059|Del trabajo entre sus ======================================== SAMPLE 32360 ======================================== 1246|I've been to Rome: no great change there; 1246|But what we see will not always hold. 1246|I'm sure, no more to Rome I'd go; 1246|I'd take a ship, a couple of hours: 1246|I'd leave the city all about; 1246|Be as a child, and have no fear. 1246|There's some, I'll let you know, 1246|Who've known what we all have known, 1246|And are now living through it all: 1246|These are the men of the press: 1246|If they can write what it is, 1246|I've read it in print: 1246|And so their book I'll read,-- 1246|The old, old story. 1246|When I was young, you see, 1246|I loved my books and my yarns; 1246|I liked them so much, and I went 1246|To buy them ever since,-- 1246|So many that when I die 1246|I may be some number too high. 1246|In the world of literature, I have found, 1246|As an English boy, myself a figure of paper: 1246|So that the boys and girls, who read of me, 1246|Ask of me for their yarns to read to them. 1246|And if my body of yarns, now in paper, dies, 1246|That is a proof that my mind lives in paper, too,-- 1246|That my soul hath not died, and my body, bone. 1246|A little life, in the world of literature, lives. 1246|I would not think that there is any death, 1246|But for the mind 1246|Of him who lives in 1246|A world in the literature of my mind! 1246|I cannot think I go to sleep at night 1246|In the old world of the books-- 1246|I go to study myself in the literature. 1246|The day's work is done, let me turn to sleep. 1246|It's the least of things I really ought to do! 1246|I do not need the night's light, let me sleep. 1246|It's a good thing to study oneself in literature. 1246|And when you have finished, what will you find 1246|Of anything, to be clear? 1246|What will you leave of you 1246|Beyond the books (and books)? 1246|There's not much to do with the literature. 1246|There's nothing I can do with the literature. 1246|There's not much to laugh at the literature, 1246|Or sing to the music--it's all of nothing but ideas. 1246|But, at the best, I am glad to have read and absorbed it: 1246|It's one of the things, at the best. 1246|Here's a poem for you, 1246|Here are the lines: 1246|"I am but a poor old man 1246|A child, you know, 1246|Who have lived half my days 1246|In pleasure, ease, and hope: 1246|Here's a pen for your fingers, 1246|Let us try it now: 1246|Fanny Panzram, Fanny Beever, 1246|Why did you come to New York? 1246|What do you write in your manuscripts?" 1246|"I am a painter, 1246|And my work is all beautiful 1246|In the light of day." 1246|"And you live among these painted faces?" 1246|"I do: 1246|But I work among the bare feet and the hungry rats." 1246|"Do you find in your work any beauty?" 1246|"A few: 1246|And I paint the dogs 1246|Through their eyes in the water." 1246|"Then how can you paint the dogs, then?" 1246|"'Tis not strange, 1246|My friend, to find beauty 1246|In things which are." 1246|"A lovely picture, a wonderful painting,--but it's too much!" 1246|A dream of a girl 1246|With the head of a bird.... 1246|The head of a bird and the wings of a girl 1246|Have nothing in common: 1246|There was an old woman 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 32370 ======================================== 4332|And the moon is shining over it, 4332|And the clouds are all white, and the earth and the sky 4332|And the sky is the moon 4332|And love is my friend. 4332|And I would sit 4332|Under the summer tree and tell her the good she's done for me 4332|If I only could tell her 4332|All the secrets of love. 4332|(Written on the window of a Club in London, 1885.) 4332|How is the country greener under the sun? 4332|Does the grass grow under our feet, or only dead leaves green 4332|Under the sun? 4332|Do my words come creeping over the years so fast 4332|That their green has touched the old, grey walls of the earth 4332|With fragrance, and like flowers in a garden new 4332|Their beauty blows through the ages for ever and aye? 4332|So is life greener under the sun 4332|Since we took it with our forefingers, and heard it 4332|In the dim cool rooms by the river. 4332|Do I think the land will be greener under the sun 4332|Should I never tell her the story, the story 4332|Of the life and the death of our forefathers-- 4332|If I never make her see all the glory of life 4332|Or the truth of the harvest? 4332|You are glad that, though you are dead, 4332|Her heart is in youth, and she remembers. 4332|If I could take the land she is in now, 4332|I know not how, perhaps we could find it. 4332|But I only know that I would not deceive her; 4332|I only know that I would not deceive her. 4332|But death's a curious thing. You are all that is left 4332|Of her, for one time--all she is left of me: 4332|But death's a curious thing. 4332|How can we ever forget 4332|The things she is forgetting? 4332|You were a great and a merry king, 4332|A great king who did not well. 4332|You came to a strange and a distant land, 4332|Under the mistletoe. 4332|And I was his servant in a far-off land, 4332|A dim and a lost land: 4332|And we went one day and I took her hand 4332|And kissed it on the mouth, 4332|And we went another. But the night was late. 4332|Under the mistletoe-- 4332|Oh, she was a little girl. 4332|Under the mistletoe in a garden green, 4332|When all the flowers of the land were dead, 4332|Tall, wan, and red, 4332|And the mist made a white moonbeam on the trees, 4332|Under the mistletoe. 4332|They said: "He shall not wear a crown 4332|Till he hath served the poor of the earth, 4332|The poor of the earth"-- 4332|We kissed each other gently on the lips, 4332|We asked of great King Kwasind 4332|The land of his birth, 4332|The land of his birth, 4332|The kingdom of Wabash, 4332|Where the reapers of the sheaves 4332|Do not parch the wheat, 4332|And the shearers of the sheaves 4332|Sit in peace by the reaper's cart 4332|And the oxen rest. 4332|What if we tell of the day 4332|When, in the great feast hall, 4332|Bowed down in feasting agony, 4332|King Kwasind 4332|Felt love in his heart-- 4332|Loved well the maiden-- 4332|Loved her so well. 4332|She came to his father's home 4332|Over the hills, and stayed 4332|For a good three days 4332|With King Kwasind. 4332|Then back to the desert 4332|She went, weary and sick, 4332|Drifting east over the hills, 4332|Over the hills, and a man's voice 4332|Came from the desert: 4332|The desert-- 4332|You have loved her, ======================================== SAMPLE 32380 ======================================== 8187|As a little child, in days of yore, 8187|When all was merry in this vale of ours, 8187|From the psalm, "Remember Moses," till the bells 8187|Of London shook with morning chorus-cry,-- 8187|When all was cheerful and all was gay,-- 8187|When the music still was heard when the 8187|drummer sang of "_I and BOTH_." 8187|The song that then was ringing in those joys 8187|That youthful hearts in love recall with tears, 8187|That voice with sweetest sweetness, yet what 8187|was it but a strain of a sweet bird? 8187|At last I was coming, when round the circle 8187|Of lights that hung above an antique oak 8187|Stood all unheeding at first--a little 8187|Loon in the leafy shadows silently-- 8187|And gazing on him, as he slowly ran, 8187|A sad melancholy music was following. 8187|When suddenly I saw that bright bird 8187|Come up along a silver bridge, 8187|With a bow in his hand as he went 8187|And a lovely garland on his hair. 8187|So swift through this gay carol singing, 8187|It was like passing through fire and storm. 8187|And then he spoke so slowly, and sweetly, 8187|That I paused, I could listen at last; 8187|For he first said, "'Twas on a May Eve, 8187|"And the moon in the night sky hung 8187|"As bright as the brightest pearl 8187|"That lies on the waters' breast, 8187|"And if pearl's moon shine on a sea 8187|"So beautiful, why should not he? 8187|"Oh! how can I be sad, when life is 8187|"So full of delight and of light? 8187|"And I, on such a night of May, 8187|"Must find happiness and light in all 8187|"The blessings that round me are blowing. 8187|"I have gone round the world so fast, 8187|"I think the sun had sunk to rest, 8187|"And I might have gone to sleep, and never 8187|"The glory of this earth have known,-- 8187|"So gay 'twas, and yet I feel 'tis best 8187|"To give some joy in every place." 8187|Now on that first May night for him, 8187|When the world was singing at its best, 8187|It seemed as if the stars were shining 8187|In every heaven that he gazed on; 8187|And the world-music, as loud and bright 8187|As ever from old instruments came, 8187|And thus, the morning after that,--even 8187|As then, I said, to me it seemed 8187|As if the music were flying! 8187|"That I can't forget!" he said-- 8187|(As a flower will sometimes say 8187|"I can't forget the white night dew-- 8187|"When it creeps into a bright, white way; 8187|"All day, in the sweet light, I'll gaze-- 8187|"Then will dream that I've seen that light!" 8187|But the light, as he spoke it, was gone-- 8187|That lovely night where the whole world lay 8187|Like wings above him on the tree! 8187|"That I can't forget!" he said. 8187|In silence that day in the May time, 8187|With the wakened heart and the dreaming eye, 8187|Filled with thoughts of the sweet light and still sky, 8187|He wandered away from the world where he lay 8187|And saw many a lovely and happy place, 8187|But never one like the one,--excepting 8187|A happy home that he'd had there with us,-- 8187|When, at the sound of a trumpet's hum 8187|And the sound of a trumpet's trumpet blast, 8187|And the hum of a crowd when they came, 8187|And the loud trumpet-trio of the crowd,-- 8187|He bounded in haste to the gate 8187|And sprang out like a wild bird in haste. 8187|And, as fast as his ======================================== SAMPLE 32390 ======================================== 38520|"Forgive my folly! for thy face 38520|Has made one look twice, twice as wroth, 38520|With what I feel already: 38520|'Tis not thy beauty must be blamed, 38520|'Tis that I love thee not so true, 38520|As one I could not love, 'tis plain, 38520|But, therefore, I'll love thee true 38520|Till we shall part; for there be those 38520|Hang round the grave so rude, and make 38520|My heart its temple, built to stone, 38520|While I must lie without a name." 38520|But, with a look of wistful love 38520|And tender wonder, in the sun 38520|She saw the wizard's little face, 38520|As if he had been long buried, 38520|And from the window, out of sight, 38520|Could see them, and the river's glint 38520|Through the old wood. He went to her 38520|And said, "I knew that you were true, 38520|I knew that you would love me back, 38520|Long as I knew the sun should rise, 38520|And that earth was green, 38520|Or love should be thy lot again." 38520|She did not tell her lover yet, 38520|But said, "I will not let you know, 38520|Until your heart in me shall prove 38520|The living truth." 38520|But, while they stood and spoke in part, 38520|They had not looked together so 38520|In that young happy place, nor seen 38520|A look like his own, which, in the heart, 38520|Wrought full of tender thought; 38520|They spoke not, nor they gazed not on 38520|Those eyes without whom life were hard, 38520|Which seemed to have been made for seeing 38520|Each other's looks. 38520|"Nay," said the lad, and looked away, 38520|"How very beautiful you look 38520|My life hath taught us as a whole, 38520|Is not your life? 38520|For yours so many small things are, 38520|So great so clear, 38520|And, to you, each thing 38520|So fine and clear that, with the rest, 38520|We seem to see no gaps in it, 38520|And must say 'There is no truth anywhere' 38520|For you alone." 38520|And then, with a half-wistful air, 38520|He took the little gift of light 38520|Emblued with love and light, but she 38520|Stared at the window and the stream 38520|To the South, and said never a word, 38520|But gazed a space, a little sad, 38520|And let the window stand ajar, 38520|And listened, and she took the gift 38520|As he went on to her new-born home. 38520|And this was all his answer then: 38520|"Now you can have it true, 38520|That it has been my life's delight 38520|To gaze on you and gaze above you 38520|As you are gazed upon! 38520|Therefore, when you asked me for the ring, 38520|I gave it you, for your own, 38520|And no false meaning in the sense 38520|Was there between the fact and this, 38520|Because, in my mind, it meant 38520|'Falling by you, for falling by me 38520|Was heard in my soul.' 38520|"And now I have the ring, my child, 38520|That will bless your spirit through; 38520|The child for whose sweet sake so long 38520|My life has lain 38520|In the arms of the man you died for, 38520|And which will go with you 38520|Out of this world, and in, I think 38520|As pure and bright 38520|As yours ance been, 38520|A thousand thousand days, a thousand thousand years 38520|Shall stand before you when you hear the ring: 38520|You shall go forth from the world that held your soul, 38520|And your home be a star's heart-beat, warm and true, 38520|Till the world that held it, ======================================== SAMPLE 32400 ======================================== 19385|The deil hae hee! 19385|There's nane but I gae whaur I may, 19385|For by a' o' my han' I'm made; 19385|But gie me a hand! 19385|I mean a braw guid auld wife, 19385|That's blythe and a' fu' o' ease; 19385|But a' my goods will I gie you, 19385|If you'll be mysel'. 19385|There's nothing in the glen linn, 19385|But my bonnie Jeanie's plump; 19385|But a' my goods I gie you, 19385|If you'll be mysel'. 19385|There's nane but I gae whaur I may, 19385|For by a' o' my han's I'm made; 19385|But gie me a hand! 19385|I mean a brawny wi'air maid, 19385|That's beilchin wi' cheerfu' mien; 19385|But a' my goods is he gane you, 19385|If you'll be mysel'. 19385|There's nane but I gae whaur I may, 19385|For by a' o' my han's I'm made; 19385|But gie me a hand! 19385|I mean a rich, blithe, braw wife, 19385|That's ready to flog hersel'! 19385|But a' my goods is he gane you, 19385|If you will be mysel'. 19385|The blossom that is weel brent, 19385|The blossom that is weel blate, 19385|The flower that is green and weel wearin, 19385|Is never wilcy to my liking. 19385|I like the rose that's freshly born, 19385|An' then it's bonnie it clud 19385|An' it cluds till it's wilie an' now, 19385|But not this to my liking. 19385|It's never wilful toying, 19385|To be a blythe, braw braw wife; 19385|Sae I like the rose wi' its muir, 19385|'Mang a' parts it is mair dear; 19385|Yet it maks my poor poor heart fa' 19385|Whan I dinna like it mair. 19385|But it's the bonnie, bonnie bud, 19385|O' the blossom that's weel brent, 19385|That's the bud that I like the best, 19385|O' the blossom that's weel blate; 19385|It's the bud that I like the best, 19385|An' it's fairest o' the ten. 19385|Come, ye winds and wa's, that blaw wi' me, 19385|Let nae sair ye flee, 19385|But take in your sped jackets an' braw, 19385|An' watch your auld een hower; 19385|Weel gether we wil soon be tauld upon 19385|That wee bit o' Scottish lore: 19385|It's twa pieces o' geography, 19385|An' a' the nicht o' us. 19385|I'm dulefu', I'm dulefu', and my heart's in vain; 19385|Sae I gae at ane an' draw tae me mither's ha', 19385|An' I'm wi' my ain petticoat, my ain foyer, 19385|An' the stour o' the blude o' my kintra-hoose. 19385|I'm a' the times; an' my auld kirk is ailing, 19385|An' my kind word's aye aye fa'in' to thee; 19385|Sae I'm wi' the cauld, sae kintra-hoose to flee, 19385|But aye my ain fiddler is at the window. 19385|Come, siller, come, an' please a' that are here, 19385|That am ae poet o' the best-- 19385|Tunes are "The Old Kirk-Derry's" and "Oh, come to daddies". 19385|The king o' ======================================== SAMPLE 32410 ======================================== 19389|With you, and me, 19389|We'll go to some country, far away, 19389|From the city forts! 19389|If we never meet again 19389|There's no one to blame but himself, 19389|But the one who went and left 19389|The world a little bit to his mind, 19389|And let the world be! 19389|Oh, you have told me many a tale, 19389|And told me many a dream; 19389|But I never can understand 19389|A tale, nor a dream, nor a word 19389|Can ever close my heart, or make it true; 19389|And the same hands have been laid in my bier, 19389|When, full of your love and your trust, 19389|I walked with you, to-day, to the great beyond. 19389|O, you loved me from the first, 19389|But I never will forget 19389|The fierceness they called love, or the tears 19389|That wept for my heart in the house that you built! 19389|So I love you as well, 19389|And if your kindest hand were laid 19389|To touch my heart with its purest gold, 19389|To tell it all from the beginning of love, 19389|And keep it from its mortal clay, 19389|The gold would all be leaden earth. 19389|_From a painting by_ M. L. BOWER.] 19389|The sun is not bright in the sky 19389|Where the golden cuckoo cries. 19389|The golden cuckoo calls to the birds 19389|With his sweet throat as dry as clay. 19389|Climb, climb to the mountain's height, 19389|And listen while he pours the cheers; 19389|He calls the birds to spring again, 19389|While the rain comes down upon the plain, 19389|And a wind sings all day long, 'neath the trees; 19389|And, as it blows, the people sing too 19389|Through the hill and valley through the vale; 19389|Climb then, climb to the mountain height, 19389|For he leads the songs of birds to the hill! 19389|The golden cuckoo calls to the birds 19389|With his dry cheek as dry as clay. 19389|He has a great heart, and a little brain 19389|Wherein are symbols both new and strange; 19389|Each bird that he sings out to on wing, 19389|And sings in these verses:-- 19389|Dear, is there any sorrow in 19389|Our hearts or life's eternal sky, 19389|Or on the earth to which our feet 19389|Are bound from birth, 19389|That you nor I can ever know? 19389|O, many a broken shell I know, 19389|And many a little, dear and good; 19389|And the sea-fowl's shell is broken still, 19389|But we cannot ever know! 19389|I've marked by every flower a tear, 19389|By every bush at rest, a sigh; 19389|And I have known when flowers looked sad, 19389|By the sorrow in the leaves that lay. 19389|The stars of heaven seem to know 19389|Each one, I know, because the blue 19389|Of his eyes is turned to mine, 19389|And the sun hath a secret for each one, 19389|Because his heart is close to mine! 19389|The starlight glints on a little brow, 19389|Upon the cheek that smile forlorn; 19389|And the blue eyes, like children's eyes, 19389|Look down upon me from the sky. 19389|They smile, I know it well, because 19389|Their light is on the earth so far; 19389|And the heart of each one so dear 19389|Is mine, perchance! 19389|I have been so glad with you, 19389|I have not heard the song 19389|That tells of the summer 19389|For many a night. 19389|And yet, I heard it sung 19389|About the way 19389|That a dear child should rest 19389|Upon the breast 19389|Of its grandmother. 19389|The way I heard it sung 19389| ======================================== SAMPLE 32420 ======================================== 8187|"But why did you, so many years ago, 8187|"So many years ago, 8187|"Come, in so strange a form, 8187|"And o'er the land a wizard there to be, 8187|"And ever to be? 8187|"Did you not say, that, in that hour, 8187|"When Death was to strike at length 8187|"To thee as now to me, 8187|"If ever one of these words might be 8187|"Heaven's curse on me to meet? 8187|"If thou wert one of that race 8187|"Who to our ancient home _would_ 8187|"Come hither, my child, 8187|"When the long night, the last dark night of the night, 8187|"Will come to light the world with a final light, 8187|"And our home and our people lie low at last? 8187|"The dream in thy heart was to see thee there 8187|"Where the white waves, far-sweeping, 8187|"As they swept thee from hill to mountain, 8187|"Shall thy last resting-place be, 8187|"There, by yon, the waters 8187|"That lay in their long tide, 8187|"As softly as at Teme a soul is laid in sleep. 8187|"_Thou_ wouldst not look but to this grave, 8187|"To that shore whose blue is the sky's breast, 8187|"Since the day I, thy spirit came here, 8187|"For thy country's sake prayed. 8187|"And thy soul would not look but to this grave-- 8187|"But we parted, 'till this very hour, 8187|"And we did not meet on the strand, 8187|"In the deep, wild peace and calm, 8187|"Where never yet a sound was heard, 8187|"But the sea's bright surges breaking thro'. 8187|"'T was just as I thought, when our parting grew bold, 8187|The sea stood high above my head-- 8187|I look for it now, but it is not there: 8187|I only see the old, familiar rock-- 8187|The _rock_ of the _father_, who once stood here. 8187|"When, at this very hour, on his knees, 8187|"As it were the spirit of man, 8187|"With its arms folded and its eyes set higher, 8187|"Watched the new-made spirit fly!_ 8187|Thy mother had a daughter too,-- 8187|That youth, so beautiful to me, 8187|Whose light did I hope, our heaven would brighten into heaven above. 8187|"My mother could not feel the spell, 8187|"And it gave her no delight, 8187|"No: 'twas not for love that she chose me, 8187|"But to be my own happy life-- 8187|"So that her spirit could dwell in me, 8187|"To be my future happiness-- 8187|"And so that my little one, 8187|"Should one day know the same bliss to which the Saints of Miede will come!" 8187|In her youth, when I was young, 8187|O! then I lookt around, 8187|And lookt everywhere, everywhere 8187|For the heaven we two would seek, 8187|And then we would travel there-- 8187|In that hour, I ween, it was then 8187|"That the _first_ would bring us here, 8187|"That our heavenly paradise 8187|"Should dawn within the _second_ heaven, 8187|"And make us, _then_, each the other's lover in the sun! 8187|"We went sailing on the briny sea, 8187|"O! it was fun, I tell thee, 8187|"To sit by the _golden_ sands, 8187|"Nor know that the world was round us-- 8187|"The suns were set, the worlds were gone, 8187|"And I _was_ the wren on the bough! 8187|"And so we sat and gazed at each other 8187|"In that hour, I ween, it was then 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 32430 ======================================== 615|With such a glorious band of valiant knights, 615|To see the monarch's head upon the plain, 615|With such a haughty majesty was seen, 615|As to the eyes of all was almost lost 615|The lofty palace and the royal chair. 615|What better, than that the monarch's shade 615|Should die by hostile sword, and all be slain, 615|Than so to end the strife, what better could 615|Than his own death, and on his fatal head? 615|He, who from him to whom the kingdom falls, 615|Caged with that lance, above the other peers, 615|Should be deprived of that high favour due 615|Which never mortal's foot or hand can lay. 615|Nor would he more receive the courtier's aid, 615|Than any other whose more beauteous eyes 615|Enjoy this happy fortune; and in this 615|His worth the prudent sage in future day, 615|Like other prudent men, may prove a foe. 615|"So saith the sage, and not in words alone, 615|But deeds that men imagine to be done, 615|That he in heart and in hand, whose life 615|No danger can surmount, is captive led. 615|What other but will by his ill deeds complain, 615|Haply by these? -- let him not think he knows 615|My good design; since on such a charge I lay 615|My solemn threat; and this will well be done." 615|When this was thus to him the anxious knight, 615|The sovereign of the paladin he led, 615|Who by so many a man, whom in his sight 615|So many lives had saved from ill, in lead 615|He to the dame, with more than mortal speed 615|To view the worthiness of that ill will go. 615|When to the cavalier Astolpho spied, 615|Faces, which, though yet unborn, had been foretold, 615|Him in his own whilery, with his good lance, 615|And thrust aside the shining steel between. 615|So sharp the wound, that not a lily-pale, 615|Though to the heavens the sun's beams had prest, 615|Could this fair dame in her full charms display 615|-- As when the starry constellations rest 615|On Jovita's forehead -- as yet concealed. 615|"Good is it, that I this wrong have righted," 615|Said she, "and for that, the great Duke Astolpho 615|Shall smite me with his lance on field or board. 615|I would not that so cruel a stroke should find me, 615|To vex my worth withal, nor I my heart 615|The conquest of this guerdon of the saint; 615|But for that love and for the hope that guides 615|My heart, as well on board my ship I lay, 615|Since I alone would die for Rolando, 615|When the sad story of his death remain." 615|Thus in her grief was death the warrior slain. 615|Hence comes that lady, in that, by a chain 615|Of her own hands, Astolpho, having stript 615|His weapon from the swinging helm, and laid 615|The helmet and the crest away along, 615|Was gone; and, when she had made demand 615|Of her other arms, and of the ragged cloak, 615|And her shield, the virgin first the knight addressed. 615|"I will," (he said) "remember not that day, 615|'Twixt Hercules and me, of that good lady, 615|Of whom I now speak, which I in me, 615|For love of her, have always wished to see! 615|That lady from an oracle foretold, 615|To whom I now bewail me, shall be borne 615|To-morrow, by the sun which, full of light, 615|Now sets at home, or else to-morrow thee, 615|And which thou shalt not see, so fair 'twill be. 615|"Thence from that day, when with me for her lord 615|My lady was engaged, my lady fled; 615|Thence of her body went into the dark 615|To bring me from her presence such an end, 615|As that she might for me be by my death 615|The best of vassals or of freemen's due." ======================================== SAMPLE 32440 ======================================== 10602|Of every one, and now thy last good day, 10602|To thee, our great Eoman, was not given! 10602|Weepe me not to make these short concerns: 10602|For, when as I am rihte, ye shall dye; 10602|"Lo," sayde he, "that which in his bryde 10602|Of wisdom didst foreslighte his owne, 10602|I was not sent a lyke-man to be, 10602|To take his hands, and make them sharpe fayre: 10602|Yet, when his wisdom made men good, 10602|I was not sent for to be the blisse 10602|Of him that so much beauty doth mow." 10602|Thus him thus answering, did I doome, 10602|Still, still in my desire to dye, 10602|And while I was ayein the bryde, 10602|And when I ne had nat the way bysede, 10602|To turne the sace, and into the fayre, 10602|For that it was a goodly sight to see; 10602|Whenas I coulde of all my travell see 10602|No man to lyke me best in place. 10602|Thus I, as it doth with place befalle, 10602|T'encominge on a gentle dame, 10602|That was mine owne, that hadde be my care, 10602|And loved me with so foule a fayre a wyde, 10602|That ech by her beauty hadde been ouercome. 10602|So faire her sight, as in the day 10602|The night doth growe upon the syde: 10602|So sweet her voice, as when the noon 10602|Doth to her sweete tast and nostal teare: 10602|So goodly her face, as when the morn 10602|Doth make her beautie to mene bright. 10602|I saw a woful fayr, full of care, 10602|Whose wyde was ayeinen a worthen poten, 10602|Fonte inside the hospite casken; 10602|He was rydin, as a gospell a fayle; 10602|For, eftsoes, that he may the fele finde, 10602|It was his woful houre, to sewe it so. 10602|The hospite couck him in his stomack, 10602|As fast as he that was rydin there; 10602|For it were shame, saidte he, to lere 10602|A witlen wit with a worthen good. 10602|"What would I, good sir, that that were mine, 10602|That thou me hadst thus thynke that it were mine? 10602|Alas! (quoth he) why, god wot what wost? 10602|Yet neuer so lightly I have tawht on thee."-- 10602|"Why, why, (quoth I) for thee to tawht, 10602|How long it was lyke mine to lere! 10602|So long, I feignede, I hadde on thee 10602|A feire day, that lyf ne me might hare. 10602|I was of a clogh, and wylde folk 10602|With alle things had I founde for to fyke; 10602|And thei made me a borrowe of breade, 10602|For the pouer that sat on a borrowe; 10602|And thei putte me to an houre and thryve, 10602|And I was with a feire day in no wyce; 10602|And it was fyred and at that tyme 10602|To the hight of that wyfe and that fyme, 10602|Which was so faire and so wyde, 10602|That no man could it tellen how that it was."-- 10602|"O thou, I will thee, (quoth I), be warie, 10602|And lyke a god, for to make me lyke, 10602|And, thou, (quoth he) thou art a lord of kinde, 10602|And ======================================== SAMPLE 32450 ======================================== 19084|To keep thee from a death like his,-- 19084|Till, by God's breath, thou art at peace 19084|With him, and he with thee! 19084|For thou art his, and he is thine-- 19084|And, therefore, not his own, 19084|But as the Light that shineth on high 19084|To him, and thee, and everything, 19084|Is only for his sake. 19084|I am his only sister, then-- 19084|And his sole child! 19084|The only sister who could do 19084|As much for him. 19084|And what of that? We shall not ask; 19084|But, after, when our first-born grows 19084|The child God meant for him, 19084|I think we shall be glad to know 19084|The child is thine. 19084|"_Sister, it is only the call of a great throng! 19084|My heart is with the singing and the call of the song, 19084|Where the song-sister dances and the dance of the band, 19084|Where the white dance of their ranks shall glide with the rest, 19084|And the music of their music shall echo thy voice, 19084|And the light of thy voice shall shine on thy lover's brow."_ 19084|"_And his voice is a music that fills my brain, 19084|And his voice shall guide my heart to the music of God! 19084|And be it so! 19084|For it shall be all for him that I have done-- 19084|The music of heaven, and the light of heaven for me! 19084|And the love of him that is to be shall be a sign, 19084|And the music of Heaven shall be a sure pledge for me._ 19084|"_Love of him that shall be is not a thing for men_ 19084|The man of love, as I love my love, 19084|Must walk the ocean shore alone; 19084|I love not his eyes, his face, his form, 19084|His stature, stature never more. 19084|Yet he was worthy of my tears, 19084|His love and strength were more for me; 19084|I never would have borne him to death 19084|Had he been as great as he is. 19084|But when I go to him, and all my sins are cleared, 19084|I shall walk before his high, white throne, 19084|And I shall sit by his side. 19084|And I shall feel his hand in mine 19084|And he shall see my face; 19084|And he shall know, while he shall see it, 19084|I have a God, that holds me fast 19084|In a strange and holy place. 19084|And this is what I want, dear heart; 19084|And I will bear it patiently; 19084|But I will find him out and away, 19084|And I will take him for my own. 19084|But what are you waiting for? 19084|I never loved him, you see! 19084|I never loved him-- 19084|That's not what I want. 19084|The woman who has a lover, 19084|Heaven bless her, with a lover 19084|In all things, in life or death, 19084|With love or hate in all things! 19084|He loves the light that comes and goes in Love's fair bower; 19084|He loves her who is his most beloved among the blest. 19084|The man of love, I know I loved him, but I loved in vain! 19084|No more in vain, my heart, shall you be his I'll cherish. 19084|No, no; from his lips shall none return another. 19084|God's hand shall be the binding, 19084|The nail shall be the nail: 19084|God's love be the restraint, 19084|His sin be the cure! 19084|Come to his knees and worship 19084|His sun, who now is risen 1908 ======================================== SAMPLE 32460 ======================================== May this world's trouble be forgiven! 13086|As I came thro' the street one day, 13086|A beggar in a buggy shot off his eye, 13086|And died, bleeding and blind. 13086|I said, "Poor fellow! he must long 13086|For such a horrible sight to see." 13086|As I walked in the garden 13086|Where the trees were dressed, 13086|A little thing came and touched me 13086|With one foot on the ground. 13086|For it was a little thing, 13086|Frowning while it stood there, 13086|And with one breath came over it 13086|His soul into his heart. 13086|The little thing in the buggy 13086|Shrieked out: "My name is Death!" 13086|And it rushed to a corner, 13086|With a great thorn in its hand. 13086|For it is a little thing, 13086|Shrieking in the garden, 13086|And with one great tear in it 13086|God's soul into his heart. 13086|I sat in a quiet room at a cool spring, 13086|Where, through the silver-showering, 13086|Blue-bosomed hours of April, 13086|The sea, with all his thousand voices, 13086|Breathed out his spirit to the air. 13086|And a great wave, that would have risen, 13086|As a song, came like a bird 13086|Into my heart, that lay at my feet, 13086|And said, "You--you--you mean! 13086|I am the sea, and you--I, he-- 13086|All the sorrow, and the joy, 13086|All the strange things that happen in the ocean, 13086|That I have to tell of. 13086|My thoughts are like sea-birds, flying 13086|And the sea to his uttermost home, 13086|Lives and yearns and is forever glad 13086|For things that are done there! 13086|And I, like a little voice singing, 13086|In a sea of voice, is home to a woman, 13086|I have walked in that sea, 13086|And it is home where all words have a beginning-- 13086|I go home home, 13086|So I go home." 13086|A child of ancient race in their faces 13086|They might have heard of; 13086|Through the window peered they in wonder, 13086|A thousand years their refreshment keeping-- 13086|A child of ancient race, 13086|They might have heard of. 13086|From day to night the golden sunlight 13086|Burns on the white snow floe; but they 13086|In the depths of the forest, hidden, 13086|Rest there still, with the sunlight in their faces-- 13086|A thousand years their refreshment keeping. 13086|The moon of their love has such light 13086|They can sleep in it, day and night; 13086|But her bright beams of beauty unloose 13086|Are not enough to make for them 13086|The sea and the deep and the stormy days 13086|They are dreaming of, night and day, 13086|In the depths of the forest. 13086|A little child they are, and they are not tall, 13086|And their curls are not drawn in the wrong way; 13086|Their hair is white and smooth, and not thick; 13086|Their eyes are clear and awake, 13086|As they say, with the moonlight's pure light-- 13086|A little child they are. 13086|Their feet are smooth as ivory shells 13086|That the salt sea-currents plash with delight; 13086|Their locks fall not far from their head; 13086|Their hair is golden in the dusk 13086|As they say, with the moonlight's pure light-- 13086|A little child they are. 13086|And never a song shall be sweeter sung by any 13086|Of them, but as they speak, 13086|The song becomes a song of joy, 13086|Of peace, and rapture, and ecstasy, 13086|And a strange, sweet voice, in a way, 13086|Sounds on the strings of the broken lyres 13086|Of a little child of ======================================== SAMPLE 32470 ======================================== 1279|We meet o'er the burn, an' then we part; 1279|Wha kens na what 's to ken, an' niest while? 1279|We meet niest while we may, an' then 1279|We ken niest whiles we saw nae day? 1279|"Come, baby, let me thole; 1279|There's just ane frae my poor house that's gane; 1279|Culloden Hall is nane to be seen; 1279|To thrang my lassie, she's been ca', 1279|And ye may tak' good care o my e'e. 1279|"I'm wae mysel' to see her soused, 1279|I'm wae mysel' to see her haff an' bin; 1279|An' mony a wee thrawsy gowd I gi'e, 1279|For her an' her bairns wad I never miss; 1279|But mony a wee baist-ha... 1279|An' mony an auld man's heart it hurts o't, 1279|And I'm but twa beg wee to say! 1279|"It's lucky I was sae brither, I gie't 1279|My ain self to rowin' to a bizzard; 1279|But, faith, I thocht a' for mesel' 1279|Ye wadna been gaun wi' a' the rest. 1279|What though my daddie was richt an' proud, 1279|The laird hae bane for ever his goud. 1279|But, faith, I thocht him haud the garten; 1279|Wi' a' that's braw or cheap, gie't him your lane. 1279|"I've spent an' I've winn'd, an' I've lain low, 1279|A' hope I shall e'er yet be clarkit; 1279|Tak tent an' camp, an' you'll find it true, 1279|That muckle to spare, an' an' anse it cam', 1279|Is the charm o' modest domestic life. 1279|But, faith, my heart, be sure that in a blink 1279|Ye'll see him will come trottin oot my lane. 1279|"I've gat the best of life, an' a' its gud! 1279|Ye well may question why so? for I can show 1279|Thera' wad hae nae ease it wad gie to me, 1279|An' that I will do my best, whan my wee 1279|Auntie grows o'er wi' her famid care. 1279|I've daurna say, I've never been sae strict 1279|She may tak up her wee ca'm, an' be't jist anither, 1279|An' sairly may mak him auld or young, 1279|I'm sittin' by the fire now, an' I'm ready wi' the supper." 1279|"But that be war," quo' the laird, "bairn, for my part, 1279|I have to tell you, what I say an' what I tell; 1279|I've been a' the way, an' mony a time sae richt, 1279|Till a' their money had dangtted me sair; 1279|But ance I started, an' look'd whaur the burnie lay, 1279|I heard them gi'e for a kist the o' me; 1279|An' they heirt up wi' the lads, and got me in't, 1279|An' there I started, an' was ready to jist be stilin'. 1279|"Then they tirl'd me sair, an' said I'd hecht them a', 1279|An' heirt up an' heirt me out, an' sweir they did, 1279|And whan they'd got me, they all rave round about me; 1279|I think I hear my auntie, when she looks to you, 1279|Say it was, by some strange chance, that I was there. 1279|They seem'd to say, whan I gae wi' them ======================================== SAMPLE 32480 ======================================== 24869|That he a prey might bear to me 24869|As prey he might have kept to thee. 24869|He may not now his pride disown 24869|But let the Gods make trial, 24869|If mine unmatchless strength prevail 24869|The foeman’s life shall be my trade. 24869|Then, by the Gods and all of us 24869|My master’s power I will defend; 24869|And, if I meet the foeman’s sword 24869|If I have turned this man to bay, 24869|Then by these hands I kill him, if 24869|He fight not forth in fight to face 24869|Me who his foeman is and thee. 24869|If he be all his conqueror’s peer 24869|I will, I ween, a mighty fight 24869|Break, strike, and die him in his pride 24869|And save him from destruction dread, 24869|For when at last the foeman dies 24869|I will with these my friends restore 24869|The empire of the world, and keep 24869|The throne the foeman’s spirit won. 24869|My strength shall then, O Ráma, prove 24869|More lordly, more complete and sure. 24869|A day in centuries will dawn 24869|When he who bears the lion’s guise 24869|Shall be supreme as Indra’s self 24869|In mighty strength with Indrajít’s son. 24869|My might shall be unmatch’d, O King, 24869|And those who strive to slay me will 24869|Be slain or wrenched by me, 24869|Then live, I say, I shall my might 24869|Shrink not, O Raghu’s son. 24869|I know the strength of all of us 24869|As Lord Indra knows the sun. 24869|But though I strike with might that bide 24869|The foeman’s stroke, how can I fight 24869|With all-destroying might of thine?” 24869|The son of Raghu with his friend, 24869|Raised from the earth his body lay 24869|And then addressed the mournful maid, 24869|His last reply she answering made: 24869|“I know, O Ráma, all, but well, 24869|The mighty might that keeps us bound, 24869|And all of all our works completed. 24869|How shall I know that power, O King? 24869|Our father’s life is precious much. 24869|With all our powers we will not fall, 24869|To perish for his sake were shame, 24869|And thus to me we both will die, 24869|And then our foemen’s life shall end, 24869|And thou shalt rule the world once more: 24869|So shall my strength to-day, I pray, 24869|Be matched like thy own strong-armed foe. 24869|The foemen’s life is like the sin 24869|Of those who strive with me to slay. 24869|To-day shall all the Gods and all 24869|My foemen’s foes shall turn dismayed: 24869|So shall the firmest will of all 24869|My life, O King of glory, find. 24869|Through all the world my name shall be 24869|As Indra’s self, by faith assured, 24869|That with my might thy son I saved 24869|And made thee lord of all the skies. 24869|My brother’s son, great King, my son, 24869|That great, great King I loved, who slew 24869|The Gods that lived all happy years. 24869|Though Gods and men in earth agree 24869|To name me son of Indra, tell 24869|I live no more in the world’s west 24869|With Indrajít, my heavenly sire. 24869|When shall the glorious promise be 24869|My heart on his beloved gave? 24869|Thou, who art lord of all I see, 24869|Hast heard the prophecy and heard. 24869|I know thee stronger than the foe 24869|Of Gods and men, O Ráma. I 24869|Whose name ======================================== SAMPLE 32490 ======================================== 19221|'Tis time to end the year. 19221|And time to seek the spring, 19221|And thither bring thy flock, 19221|The wild-deer, in a trance, 19221|To tell them, ere they fly, 19221|That May is here again. 19221|And time to turn the leaves 19221|And bid them haste away, 19221|For May will bring again 19221|The sport of fawn and doe. 19221|And time for tints so red 19221|As eye and hand may feel; 19221|The hues of Christmas-tree 19221|Upon the window-pane. 19221|And time for roses born 19221|Of the gay jonquils, 19221|And time for violets 19221|Despising winter's cold. 19221|And time for thy young bride, 19221|To tend thee in thy bed; 19221|And time for tapers both 19221|To be between her and thee. 19221|And time at last to look 19221|Upon thy sheaves of grain, 19221|And hear the sow her milk fetch 19221|Come, tell me, has the sea a tale to tell? 19221|Hath he such store of wisdom seen, 19221|That he can number them all, 19221|And say, if some are lies 19221|And some are truth and some lies? 19221|Or if all truths lie straight, 19221|Truth still he must suppose 19221|Forthwith 'twill be, as I infer, 19221|The devil began it all. 19221|Who planted the wild rose in the sod, 19221|Or said the word 'fruit within'? 19221|Or called the plant a rose?-- 19221|I say 'who planted'?'--He. 19221|Who planted the wild deer upon the horn, 19221|Or said the word 'it upon the horn'? 19221|Or called the boar a horn?-- 19221|I say 'who planted'?'--He. 19221|Who planted the wild ox upon the horn, 19221|Or said the word 'it upon the horn'? 19221|Or said it again--'upon the horn'? 19221|I say 'who planted'?'--He.-- 19221|The farmer, whom I left behind 19221|If he should put a pig to slaughter, 19221|He would not say he ploughed the moor. 19221|He would not say 'he scythe a grane.' 19221|He would not say 'he screed a coak. 19221|And when the skipper blunderg'd, 19221|A whistle he would make, 19221|And blithe as graning wheat he'd scamper, 19221|A clear gale-sail he would fan, 19221|And he'd laugh at poor skipper's quadding 19221|To think he made no mirth. 19221|There was a man who kept a mill, 19221|And whet'd it with the heel of gold; 19221|He said with secret delight 19221|That it would blow for ever well. 19221|But oft the fiery bolt he move'd, 19221|And often break'd its heart in two, 19221|Then cast it down the chimney foyer, 19221|And hung his beard upon the rafter, 19221|To make himself a beard indeed. 19221|I heard two drums upon the towers 19221|Rise and return with ceaseless beat, 19221|And hack'd the midnight air with bugles, 19221|That beat for freedom to the stars; 19221|And in the dome of myry dread 19221|I saw a face which did disprove 19221|That either are but tools of God, 19221|As popularly said by man. 19221|I saw a face which did disprove 19221|Both; and would make them swear it too; 19221|But when they'd look'd in my face, 19221|It was a solemn, solemn sight, 19221|For I was Barley, and he Bird, 19221|And little Barley's nest had heap'd 19221|High with chicks, full-grown, and hung with young, 19221|His former mate of freedom blest, 19221|Who ======================================== SAMPLE 32500 ======================================== 16059|Luná, eterna rosa, eterna vaga, eterna luna.El Cabo de Marco, como 16059|Que en el coras todo lo que á cabrera noche de su 16059|cabeza, en solitario eterno que en la tierra 16059|La vista desde el corazón, alcanzarme el ronco 16059|¡Buen razón la vida hermosura, 16059|Buen fundada piedad mezquina! 16059|¿Quién sabrás al brazo ajenas razón? 16059|¡Quién vuestro amor que cantó al mar? 16059|¡De la región, de los principos, de la vida, de la loftada, 16059|Los hombres y de los jardín! 16059|En la fiesta que está, ¡brava! El hermano luto artesan, 16059|Los cifidis acometeños de tu boca! 16059|¡Herta! ¡Vendarlán! La fiesta que él invierno de tu 16059|baca el alma, 16059|En temblar en bien, á morir á su fortuna. 16059|¡Ciegos hielos! ¡Oy, hielos, vencedor sereno 16059|Y en un momento de tu rostro en las sombras, 16059|¡Morir! ¡Cielos!! ¡Morir! ¿Sabrás son! 16059|¡Morir! ¡Sabroos! ¡Vencedor! ¿Si veis tenaz, se alza 16059|¿Morir? ¿Sabroos? ¿Sabroos hiere de mí mezcla! 16059|¿En esta mañana á ti, ¿vuelve el viento? 16059|¿Y á ti, hiere de mí? ¡Vuelve? ¡Bien? ¿Y ese tien? 16059|¿Y ese tien? ¡Bien? ¿Y eso tien. 16059|¿Y eso tien? 16059|¿Y esta mañana, no muera 16059|Al campo de la primavera 16059|El dulce vida. ¿Qué cosa 16059|Al punto entre las flores? 16059|Yo el que se hiere de hace 16059|Los ojos el corazón. 16059|Cuando te quieren tan triste, 16059|Llena estrago de las guerras, 16059|Cual penar sobre el alma; 16059|Yo la vez de las guerras 16059|El punto entre las flores 16059|Y entre las manos mira, 16059|Y cuando te quieren tan triste, 16059|Que se había en la tierra. 16059|El dulce maldisco feo 16059|Y lo hallaba un momento, 16059|Y al día pudiera 16059|A un pico que huyaba. 16059|(El alma á mi voz...) 16059|La punto entre las flores 16059|Y entre las manos mira, 16059|Y cuando te quieren tan triste, 16059|Que se había en la tierra. 16059|Enamorada la fama, 16059|Al cielo de mi mano, 16059|Ó encuentra un pico 16059|De toda la muerte; 16059|¿Por qué te hacen te respire? 16059|¿Quién te quieren te respire? 16059|¿Quién me viene te respire-- 16059|Quien la esencia me espira? 16059|¿Cómo se me te rechase? 16059|¡Oh! ¡desgagemos 16059|Luna! ¡M ======================================== SAMPLE 32510 ======================================== 1745|In other worlds, or one of these, or yet 1745|Of these, the rest; not that God so hath will'd, 1745|But that so many is the myriad forms 1745|And divers degrees of existence infinite 1745|(Mean, but not impassable) God hath given 1745|In order that his universe of worlds 1745|May properly be fill'd; which in itself 1745|Seems limitless. Be it further doubted, 1745|What Infinite or infinite the primal Good, 1745|Or infinite the good consummated, or 1745|Why God so hath allow'd it? If God intends 1745|Both infinite and good, infinite cannot be; 1745|And good consummated is then contradiction. 1745|For contradiction herein is made contradiction, 1745|Because the good must be infinite before God, 1745|Not infinite in respect of how He intends it. 1745|Or will infinite be contradiction too? 1745|Or will infinite not be good? Since that's the test, 1745|"How far beyond our feeble seeing what thou seest?" 1745|Where far exceeds our feeble seeing what we see. 1745|"How far beyond our feeble seeing what thou thinkst?" 1745|"In what thou think'st, but yet deem'st not far off; 1745|In that thou think'st beyond thy weaker powers, 1745|When thou art not more human in human thought." 1745|"The dispute is uncertain, not between Gods and men," 1745|Thus he: "but rather this dispute between Truth 1745|And Error; where the former makes concession sound, 1745|The latter argues for certainty of her own. 1745|"As long as strong reason shall operate here 1745|With full assent, so long this clime shall seem 1745|Homogenous, nor penetrate another clime, 1745|With all its stock of different lanthornts and tinctures. 1745|But when within a clime exclusive such as this 1745|Of strangest difference holds, the flood of speech, 1745|That language of the Soul, shall run in twain; nor more 1745|Shall issue from the Teute of Huss and of Gernot, 1745|Nor from the Voice of Richard or of London. 1745|For which the Stone which shineth forth from Bedford 1745|Or where Sclavos', in which the Vulture bites 1745|Or Thrice-Melibaean, made of mutual faith 1745|One religion, viz., the place of Gods; 1745|And all the nations are but members of one faith, 1745|One conscience; even as one conscience itself 1745|Is one in Which is placed the thought of God. 1745|"Yet what is this betwixt the heights of knowledge 1745|Built for the guide of men, and those of unsearch 1745|For unknown things, which both require of one 1745|Visible heaven, and what are those twain, whereof 1745|The one believes, and the other denies, 1745|In such dispute as not the aged are, 1745|Knowing but this, that from an early age 1745|Belongs the dark to youth, and waxes with grace 1745|As the eye grows stronger, ranging as it may 1745|Through various kinds of seeing? whence it comes 1745|One shore expects another, and a race 1745|Of giants, not unlike to ourselves, appear; 1745|And from their mouths, in vague appearance, seem 1745|Unknown, in solemn pomp, and mystery, 1745|The work of Gods; for neither space nor time 1745|Or being, can they be these, or were 1745|Conceived without demur; unless, as I suppose, 1745|From PANORPHEAN PAN, who well could sup 1745|And was in every place, of good or bad, 1745|Rigid with science. In our day 1745|Ill comes of credulity or taste 1745|Tradition; for the former seem'd to say, 1745|All is but mist, and all but reality 1745|A sea of seeming, when underneath 1745|The cloudy vale of vision lies unknown 1745|A region fickle, and of divers shapes 1745|Obscure, with various fates. What therefore we chuse 1745|Shall ======================================== SAMPLE 32520 ======================================== May she be ever mine! 7391|Farewell!--how oft by this green shore, 7391|In summer weather, I have found 7391|A thousand songs I cannot sing. 7391|Farewell!--how oft by yon green hills, 7391|In autumn weather, my limbs, warmed 7391|By the warm noon, with freedom lie 7391|And warm with thee, in pleasant gloom, 7391|Till, half a league removed, I rise, 7391|Breathing your melody, sweet Bird! 7391|In this green stead, when the sun goes down, 7391|Folding in his wings the earth, 7391|This mellow, yellow hill is yours-- 7391|The scene of those bright hours, when, full of flowers, 7391|I laid in it no thought of thee. 7391|Briefest of song! what poet knows the hill, 7391|What winds are fickle, what the wild, cold waves! 7391|I never thought to roam to other lands; 7391|My soul set outward turns and coasts remote. 7391|To other shores were fairer far. 7391|Now, as I muse on yon green hill, 7391|Which still with summer's heat is fed, 7391|The winds are wild, the floods roar high, 7391|The storm sweeps on from South to North, 7391|And all is dark and dark to me. 7391|Yet, for the soul that sets its heart free 7391|Out yonder in yon leaf-burdened tree, 7391|Be kind, sweet-hearted Spring! so warm 7391|A wayfarer may still find his home. 7391|The wild winds shriek in gust and frost, 7391|The rain-clouds hover overhead, 7391|But in the heaven above me,--who 7391|Hath known the night and seen the storm? 7391|Who have beheld the storm and wind 7391|And known the power of man's will? 7391|One hears the clamor, like the tramp 7391|Of steed or bugle-note, and he flies 7391|To guard the way, the pathway, where he came. 7391|The wild waves roar on the beach below, 7391|The deep snow covers the mountains high, 7391|The wind and rain fly up in angry wrath 7391|To tear the trees and raze the village-wall. 7391|Ah! would ye live to see the season's light, 7391|That season of the moon and morning sky, 7391|When each green hill and open bowers 7391|Shall hold you by the life-lines strong 7391|And hold you safe in your young spring-day joy! 7391|Ah! would ye live to see the season rise, 7391|That season is a gift divine 7391|That bids us trust in you, and live to meet 7391|The hope that guides all the world to you! 7391|There came a train of seamen, 7391|As the spring-tide day 7391|Saw wandering southward through the 7391|Wild meadows, by the roadside, 7391|Some white sails of the ocean,-- 7391|Their sails of blue and green 7391|On a bright train of light. 7391|They told of the strange and southern lands, of the ocean-gulf; 7391|Sang the old sea-tide song, 7391|With its murmurous sound; 7391|They sang of the blue and the sand and the ocean-girth. 7391|With the sail-broad glories, 7391|With the long, strong line, 7391|They sang of the great North Star 7391|And the wildering ways, 7391|And the land-pennines they brought 7391|In the sweet sea-breezes 7391|That drifted from afar. 7391|Till the sailors heard afar 7391|Sound of the sail-break. 7391|Some came with the fleet, 7391|While they sailed the low seas, 7391|In their great gray ships. 7391|Some came alone, 7391|With the ships their faces showed 7391|Blanched and scarred from the sail-sweat's seething spray. 7391|Still they sailed on, 7391|Till the ======================================== SAMPLE 32530 ======================================== 10602|And all the fowls of air. 10602|The spred of those that fly 10602|From her so fair a sight, 10602|Whose look doth kindle woe, 10602|When such a face doth vie, 10602|Yet with the air of light 10602|To make the sense seem day, 10602|To make the sense seem night; 10602|That, if a smile doth pass 10602|In the heaven to mingle in, 10602|No smile is seen but a heart-beat. 10602|And therefore to her praise 10602|I leave my love so fair, 10602|That, by the sighs of her 10602|And the soft sighs of her 10602|That sweetly soothe her, so 10602|Can I be worthy to breathe, 10602|And worthy to live. 10602|The whiles that eke I see 10602|A maid with yellow hair 10602|Go walk in a wood, 10602|That not from the fire hath dight 10602|Her hair so bright to shote; 10602|And as she is away, 10602|I nill go by her, if I may 10602|Wherfore might make her so 10602|My worke-soulez and my song. 10602|In sweete Springes 10602|When I come home 10602|I kiss her brow, 10602|And in her hand 10602|I leaue mine eye 10602|With roses tied. 10602|Yea, kiss* her lips and say 10602|It griees me sore, 10602|That no white rose 10602|Can stain her cheek. 10602|Then take with her 10602|My hede of golde, 10602|And yeeld him so 10602|And take away. 10602|Whilst it is day, 10602|And every bird 10602|Hee sings to me-- 10602|O fay! 10602|Whilst it is day, 10602|And ev'ry floure 10602|With lightsome glee 10602|Shall flash with May, 10602|Vnblame not me, my love; 10602|Ne lay no blame 10602|On my ende, 10602|But as you list, 10602|And as you list, 10602|I'll be here so 10602|The morn it is waxing day, 10602|And now does Venus wear 10602|The purple mantle, that she, 10602|My love, did see 10602|Under a purple pall, 10602|Vnhappie sight to see; 10602|The which do make me mote 10602|To see my lady clad 10602|In mourning raiment so. 10602|But as it was, so is it now, 10602|And yeelds me to a king, 10602|The which I can withoute, 10602|So let me be thy may, 10602|And let thy might 10602|Take care of me and thee; 10602|Sincere, right, and chaste 10602|In motion do appeare, 10602|That I in thee 10602|Grate no more to love or spye, 10602|But in my mayster may... 10602|My fay, and thus do spendme a week, 10602|Till a new spring begin: 10602|This present may delight me so; 10602|That day from hence it fled. 10602|I see the rodders of the sea 10602|With their great bows a-setting sail, 10602|In a calm day to see me come; 10602|Thus to see both me and thee 10602|The which my latest day do endite, 10602|The which my next day shall be. 10602|O faire Locket, where are you going? 10602|O, where is you to behold your light? 10602|And if you be my light, why leave me here, 10602|Alone? 10602|If that you be not, my light, why stay ye here, 10602|Alone? 10602|And if you be not, I am your light, 10602|Your light. 10602|O where are the flowers ======================================== SAMPLE 32540 ======================================== 1333|To leave him. 1333|And he saw as a boy, when his friends 1333|Had all been dead, and the last of his line 1333|Was gone. When the autumn grew red, 1333|And the leaves dropped from the trees, and all the air 1333|Was still, and only the wind's long breath 1333|Went through the woodland, he gazed at them: 1333|Beside his father's grave. 1333|Where the dead were lying outspread, 1333|'Mid their friends and neighbour: how he would weep, 1333|With the bitter thought of long days gone 1333|In the cold light of death. 1333|And in that lonely place would he rest, 1333|A boy, his father's only son. 1333|'Twas a lonely child, he knew not what, 1333|'Twas a barren life to lead; 1333|Yet he knew not, till his father died, 1333|This was the way to be happy, he would be. 1333|He would build a house, a house of wood, 1333|And build with skill a strong ladder, 1333|And build with faith, when his heart was weak, 1333|And this with wisdom. And he would fill 1333|With love of children and his work 1333|And give to each his part; 1333|And if they were of kind heart then, 1333|And loved him for his father, and God give him strength 1333|Before, too late, for all things came too late, and the dead 1333|Was laid upon his breast. 1333|And the last tears that fell his eyes fell and overflowed, 1333|Yet he did not speak, for he felt 1333|No words would come, but only that his voice was mute, 1333|That all his work might rest in God. 1333|And so he went into the night, 1333|Into the night, and lay 1333|Beside his father's grave, but he could not die. 1333|He would look at it, and think and think, 1333|And watch the stars go by. 1333|He would make a fire of wood, 1333|And light it with a pale blue flame, 1333|And on this fire his father lay. 1333|But his heart lay still. 1333|Then softly, softly he was laid 1333|Beside his father's grave. 1333|And he would watch the twilight sky, 1333|And say one prayer for the eyes 1333|Of the little son of his early love; 1333|But he knew not what he might. 1333|The silence fell on him and he lay still, 1333|And when he felt the hour was come 1333|And the time was come he wept. 1333|No thought of his was in his heart, 1333|But all the house was filled 1333|With the noise of busy folk that passed and said, 1333|"Ah! soon, ah soon, my son, 1333|Soon you shall be back to me!" 1333|Then the night passed on; but when the dawn broke, 1333|Woe to him that was so young 1333|Who stood and heard the rushing of the sun 1333|Break all about the earth! 1333|No word would he exhale; 1333|But he felt that the gods must be untrue, 1333|And that, long after, his heart still beat 1333|For the love of his father. 1333|The last words his father spake 1333|He listened, and then said, 1333|"My father! I pray you pray for me! 1333|My heart is aflame with your love, 1333|My life is aflame with it. Pray now, 1333|For I am a young man like you. 1333|There is nothing of me you can do 1333|For the young folk of your own town, 1333|For I'm a stranger in the land. 1333|The fire is warm in the hearth-stone 1333|They have given you for their old age, 1333|And there's naught of me that you can do 1333|For you old people of your own town." 1333|Then he leaned with hands upon the wall, 1333|And his face ======================================== SAMPLE 32550 ======================================== 1365|The King has made me prisoner, and will keep me long. 1365|And if there should be a day but as it is, 1365|When I should taste of the dear land where I am, 1365|And see the light of the sun once more in my eyes, 1365|And see the people and the country, and the hills, 1365|Then, then, I may live in the sweet country still. 1365|When my last breath is drawn upon my tongue 1365|I shall live, alive and free! And thou, 1365|When through my body the white mist appears, 1365|I shall laugh and sing with thee together! 1365|And in thy garden, sweet, 1365|Where the lilacs grow, 1365|Sit we two, 1365|Saying, life is long, 1365|And my love is stronger than death, 1365|And I shall meet him again at last, 1365|Alone in the wood, and never another one here, 1365|No other one to love. 1365|It was the season of refreshing and pleasant weather, 1365|When in those green, familiar valleys the fairies gather, 1365|To make themselves alive, or to make their friends beautify. 1365|Not a breath of wind or of rain came to them there, 1365|But they came out of silent dark and silent day, 1365|And they made of the earth a level and pleasant place, 1365|As if they were the Elves of the Hesperides. 1365|There they make their homes; and in them dwell the fairies, 1365|Who but yesterday were from sea to sea; 1365|And there are they for whom the air is soft and still, 1365|Who have made the air their palace and their home. 1365|There is Sleep, whose shade the fairies of the grass, 1365|And the fountains, and the springs, and the many mushrooms, 1365|Make conscious to themselves and to their friends. 1365|There is Faintness, whose shadow falls upon us all, 1365|When the fairies of the earth are sleeping or waking; 1365|And those of the marshes who in their green garb come forth, 1365|And those of the fen, and the deep, and the fringing waters 1365|Make as if they were the fairies of Olympus. 1365|Fairies! So long as it is midsummer, 1365|And the moonlight is soft on the water, 1365|And I can hear, with my normal ear, 1365|The sound of a merry, sweet, delicious tune, 1365|I am happy, I! 1365|Till I see them disappear; 1365|Till I see them disappear, 1365|In the cold and moist and dusky air, 1365|In the darkling nights of winter! 1365|A goodly house of any country house will have at least one 1365|fair-face, and in the world of fiction this was the case with Mr. 1365|The fairies were on the mountains, and around the hollow mountain, 1365|With him were gathered fairies of every shape from mountains 1365|and caverns; 1365|They were in their bushes on the green slopes, 1365|And in their hollows, on the blue slopes, 1365|Or perched on the crags, like elves of the old poem, 1365|Rising from the sea into the sky. 1365|And this is the tale of how the forest was laid bare, 1365|And how from its lofty stems rose the blue peaks of heaven, 1365|Up on the plain, in the broad and gentle stream, 1365|Came the elves of the Hesperides; 1365|Winged children of the air and light, and beautiful in form. 1365|They drew the water in, and the stream began to flow, 1365|And swift as the feet of the billows, all green and bright, 1365|Swift as the feet of the billows, came, with their fair young 1365|Little Elfinhart sat down to play, 1365|Her brothers they were, with bows and arrows, 1365|And many a good knight, with glaive and lance, 1365|And many a good squire, all armed in arms, 1365|And on the field they fell in fight. 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 32560 ======================================== 615|(A hundred years were scarce before the change) 615|I was no king, and I no knight would hap, 615|And, having been myself a king, I had 615|No cause to demand another on my side." 615|And while with love he thus her new fashion breaks, 615|"O that (that I were rich as is your lot!) 615|I were an alms to you; an alms to you 615|Would be the greatest gain and fairest gain 615|On earth, by heaven!" 615|Alone again he spake, and cried, "Would be 615|That boon, the which I long, O, long have sought!" 615|"So much my love for you would more addrest," 615|(He said), "I ne'er should do a worse despite. 615|O can'st thou, in this long strife that thee so long 615|The foe, if fortune, I believe, be won? 615|"Would that I were a king, when one who wore 615|Your arms and garlanded you, would you forswear, 615|That for this love, which hath to me grown kind, 615|I little did you ill, and little am I blest!" 615|"That to thee I do not much deserve, O knight!" 615|Apulia, (who for fairies bears the name,) 615|Turns to a shepherd, with entreaty sweet: 615|"To him let us return, the knight demands, 615|For he so loves the goodly courser, that 615|He is a suppliant to you, and would be kind. 615|"Would you to her incline, his wish and prayer 615|She would be kind to me. Behold, I say, 615|What other shall the cavalier accept, 615|Whom he is bound to serve with all his might. 615|So shall you have my lover, who of right 615|Might be as great a lord to me as you are, 615|My heart-piercing weapon, and my mighty sword, 615|"Wherefrom the courser is my bondman's slave: 615|Since he is void of valour, his array 615|No greater would I offer to the peer, 615|If he my will had yield to my desire. 615|But you with all the world, O king, enjoy 615|A courser, and for the fair and dainty steed 615|Is fitted for your wish: for you I crave 615|To see the fair one by those eyes of thine, 615|Tasted by me in a tasteful way." 615|And after that, in such style and courteous word, 615|He ended, as was fitting, the address 615|And friendly favour in his speech: the peer 615|Held up, impatient of delaying him: 615|And thus the gentle dame began to say: 615|"Behold how this our enterprise doth please; 615|To whom our service we to you converse: 615|To whom the king of earth and sky is dead 615|In the Elysium of the nether sky. 615|The sun, at this, that, and ever-during 615|Is waked, with all his heavenly band, to thee! 615|"Nor shall he wake to-day, who is not dead, 615|Nor, while our task is yet on hand complete, 615|And from the palace, at the dame's request, 615|Hath any other wish in view than thine. 615|The thing performed is but to say good-bye, 615|And the whole world must be all performed now. 615|"I will your royal father, to whose care 615|We are, whether to-day or this, to bide, 615|Or ever to be undone by us, 615|Be glad as one from hell at last release; 615|And, if the fates so please your father's eyes 615|Of our success, do thou the thing perform. 615|But with this word your royal father say, 615|That if he wish the thing the least he may, 615|He shall rejoice, and that his wish shall be 615|Performed, because our undertaking is 615|In his sweet sight rewarded by reason sage." 615|And here the dame in tones in praise of peace 615|Forced in her love, with mild reproof and kind, 615|And, in her gentle suit, the other cried, ======================================== SAMPLE 32570 ======================================== 1365|We are not all alone in our grief; 1365|The world, for our sins, has had its share. 1365|The whole vast earth will mourn with us, 1365|And all the stars will look at us 1365|From their stations in the sky, 1365|Though the skies be stained with crimson and gold. 1365|There is a silence on the mountains and in the valleys; 1365|There is no sound, no echo, save the voice of a river 1365|That flows and murmurs, singing through the silence. 1365|It is the night-cloud in the heavens, 1365|The little star that washes with its faint beams 1365|The earth and all its children, and the moon. 1365|The world will go up in smoke and flame 1365|Before the end of yonder star; 1365|But see! I bring you wine. 1365|The little river in the darkness 1365|Calls to the world. The silence shall not banish it, 1365|The darkness of the skies, forever and forever. 1365|Oh, let us listen to the little star! 1365|But when it comes to the Great Giver, 1365|The voice is in thy melody; 1365|He calls in silence, 1365|And the world, that cannot believe, 1365|Dissolve under its own weight, 1365|And the stars in their orbits make fire. 1365|Oh, the silence shall not cover it, 1365|Nor the darkness hide them and bind them. 1365|The silence of the whole earth is like smoke, 1365|For when the clouds and waters parted, the little star 1365|Grew like a comet and soared to noon; 1365|It hid its light for many suns, until the rivers 1365|Broke and flowed in the darkness. And the stars in their orbits 1365|Made fire to burn upon the darkness. 1365|And the darkness of the stars is like a pool in the evening, 1365|And fills with its waters endless spaces. 1365|The darkness of the darkness shall not hide it, 1365|Nor the darkness bind it, 1365|Or the sun itself be darkened. 1365|And the world will not forget 1365|Till the stars and the darkness are no more; 1365|Its memory shall go out in smoke and flame, 1365|This is the ending of my song. 1365|Here, where the sea is like a lily, 1365|Whose little drops of foam are like dew! 1365|And here, where the ocean is like a river, 1365|Whose waves are like trees, whose sounds are like the voice of a child! 1365|Tired of the sorrow and toil of the road, 1365|She flies to the elfin-haunted wood; 1365|She dives in the crystal flood below the stream, 1365|She sleeps in a bosom of unfathomed shade, 1365|Till the sky grows black, and the trees fly east. 1365|And the sea rises in the east with all her ships, 1365|And whirls her far off shells in a gale of glee; 1365|And a wind stirs the leaves, and a leaf uncloses, 1365|And the little leaf-droops, and cries, 'Heigh-ho!' 1365|And it comes to her in a wondrous dream, 1365|And she clasps it in her arms again. 1365|And the winds of her childhood all together blow 1365|And scatter her childhood over the earth; 1365|And she sees herself in the green old woods to-day, 1365|With her own heart and the little hand in her mouth. 1365|She takes my hand in her hand and we go. 1365|The sea is like a lily, 1365|The sky is like a river, 1365|And all together, like a band 1365|Of angels, to and fro 1365|Fly round about the sky, 1365|And they sit on clouds floating by, 1365|And gaze at sunlike stars 1365|That hide their splendor far 1365|In the azure depths below; 1365|And the wind is like a singing bird, 1365|And the waves are like the sea, 1365|With a little splash, and a little ======================================== SAMPLE 32580 ======================================== 1365|So I can do whatever I please, 1365|And that will never please me more." 1365|Then in the shadow of the forest, 1365|Lying in his secret ambush, 1365|Ramp'd the Bold One of the Willow Grove. 1365|And the heart of the Brave One rejoiced; 1365|For he knew that 't was he alone 1365|Might have the strength to free the forest 1365|Or to slay his bold neighbour, Hun. 1365|Raging as he went along 1365|He saw a man descending, 1365|And as if beset him straightway 1365|He said as follows to the Bold One: 1365|"What, what, are ye, men of God, 1365|Why, what, what, what, what, what, what, 1365|As I go over yonder steep." 1365|"No, no, thy speech is crafty, 1365|For I am Hun, and I have served my God 1365|Till this hour, to save my life! 1365|But thy weapon now is ready, 1365|For I will make the Bold One bleed; 1365|But thou art more than life to me, 1365|I will break his sword, and then my life 1365|Will be avenged upon thee!" 1365|From the valley the Bold One came, 1365|Held a steel-willed sabre to his side, 1365|And his eyes were fierce with fire. 1365|"What, what, what, what, what, what, what, 1365|Is the strength of this savage Hun?" 1365|"I am the Bold One, and I shall kill 1365|The Bold One, make this forest ring, 1365|And the forest say, 'He is slain, 1365|The greatest of us has been slain.'" 1365|Then the angry forest answered, 1365|"Thou canst not strike us with thy might 1365|Since the Bold One is only of us, 1365|Since thou art of God, and hath the right 1365|From the temple to the battlefield!" 1365|So they stood, the forest and the Hun, 1365|Till the light of the sun was drowned, 1365|Till the mighty banner of the sky 1365|Was divided in twain; 1365|And the shadow of the forest fled, 1365|And the bold man was slain, the Hun 1365|Laid his neck upon the dead Hun's neck, 1365|And the head of the Bold One was laid 1365|Where the banner never more should part. 1365|Then the people said to the dead, 1365|"The head of the boldest, give us now 1365|Of thy treasure; we will give thee gold 1365|And a purple robe of purple dye." 1365|So they sought for the purple robe, 1365|Sought for the gold, and they found it not; 1365|And the bold man's head was sent 1365|Where the wild bird's wing beats constantly, 1365|And the heart of the Bold One is still. 1365|And so stood the forest by the shore, 1365|With a mighty roar of its roar, 1365|With a roar louder than the waves 1365|Gush, gush, gush, in that sea of death. 1365|But a little space they stand, 1365|Little they ask of all they crave, 1365|Seeing each other, by one man, 1365|Heart to heart, and life to life. 1365|And a thousand years have gone 1365|Over the forests and the fen, 1365|And the Bold Man's heart is still. 1365|And the Bold Man said unto the Hun, 1365|"Away, thou bold! away 1365|For this was made for man alone, 1365|And for thee was made this land; 1365|And thy sword has smitten this Strong One, 1365|The Strong Man, who made thee weak; 1365|And he may strike down this tree, but not me, 1365|This tree in height more huge 1365|Than all these oak-trees of the North, 1365|Yet I will still be firm and brave. 1365|"Here I lay mine enemy dead; 1365|But of the Strong ======================================== SAMPLE 32590 ======================================== 4010|Of these the song should flow. 4010|With joy and joy we view'd the light 4010|Glow the fair world in the sun, 4010|In this, our country of the free, 4010|That now for ever lies at strife 4010|With ages since, the sceptered King, 4010|That holds his crown in hell below, 4010|And punisheth to divide. 4010|The monarch's son was born in the castle 4010|Of the Lord Bishop, who ruled the county, 4010|And the fair and good Bishop, though he loved 4010|His child and nursed him in his chantry, 4010|Seem'd no neglect of his poor age; 4010|And oft, in days of yore at vespers, 4010|He called the child to church, with thanks 4010|And blessing on all who brought him home, 4010|And he was told his name was Hughie, 4010|And, as his birth-day he would celebrate, 4010|In the good Bishop's church the child went to, 4010|Where all of his best hopes were laid. 4010|The child was a blessed thing to see, 4010|As blithe as bird upon the wing; - 4010|Like the good Bishop had been kind and good, 4010|And loved his little chap. Young Hughie knew 4010|His father's name was Richard, and felt 4010|The first flush of his father's pride; 4010|Yet, being innocent, his pride was low: 4010|He never knew what wrong he did. 4010|And when the father died, he took the boy 4010|Into his arms, and strove to hide 4010|His love for the good Bishop's child, 4010|And hide the guilty offence. 4010|Thus, being caught when brought to the hack 4010|At the young Bishop's church, the boy 4010|From the arms and back of the good Bishop 4010|Led on the secret toil of his life, 4010|Until at length he grew old. 4010|And ever when the King's new bride 4010|Brought out the infant to her friends, 4010|And the bride maids stood and stroked his cheek, 4010|And watched the smiles of his wife, 4010|The tears were on his smile; 4010|And ever the tears upon the baby 4010|Fell down upon his aged eyes, 4010|When, as through pitying hands, with sighs, 4010|That father's tears came tumbling down. 4010|And when the mother would withdraw 4010|Her son from school, was driven once more 4010|Into the city's darksome throng; 4010|When all went back to London town, 4010|But when he died 'twas the King would bless 4010|The child and nurse for what they had suffered. 4010|And when the bride went forth, she bore 4010|The poor lonely mother lonely home: 4010|For in the year of eight fair June, 4010|From the fair-leaved morn to the moonlit sea, 4010|Her daughter, young and youthful, went to wed, 4010|The bridal procession, from the tower, 4010|Was now descending to the palace wall; 4010|The bells were ringing in the tower; 4010|But where the bridegroom went, no eye could tell. 4010|The ladies with a cheerful step 4010|Followed his queen's bright chariot, 4010|And, in the car, they bore him on 4010|Along the royal highway, in her train: 4010|But when he reached the garden-wall 4010|That bound each hall and bower, 4010|The happy bride and bridegroom he beheld 4010|From yonder high tower lifted up the cry: 4010|"O come here, fair bride, and rest thy weary blade, 4010|And look on Heaven with hopeful love, 4010|And greet our guests that we may be a joy to thee, 4010|For thou, my dearer child, dost give me mine: 4010|"For, while we live, our hearts shall ever hold 4010|A heart-beaming light that bright shall keep 4010|The same fond tears down revolving year on year, 4010 ======================================== SAMPLE 32600 ======================================== 35287|In a manner which you can bear. 35287|Now you're gone, for good and all, 35287|All the blessings that I have had; 35287|But to me 'tis a sad pity, 35287|That, in spite of all my grief, 35287|I am left a poor debtor still, 35287|To the mercy of my God! 35287|The only thing I want to do, 35287|Is to beg your forgiveness, sir, 35287|(For I think I need it as much) 35287|That I'm at this very time so poor, 35287|And am still waiting for my pay, 35287|And cannot live a miser still, 35287|As I hope you'll lend it me. 35287|Oh, what's the pleasure of the world, 35287|When so much wealth is given! 35287|But to take, and give it all, 35287|To have a rich, but humble life! 35287|But, if I could but live at ease, 35287|And always feel myself at ease, 35287|But, if I could but live my time,-- 35287|(For I think I needs must die) 35287|Oh, what's the glory of it all, 35287|When so much misery's my lot?-- 35287|Like myself, perhaps, I'd live, and die, 35287|But why not, while we're yet with life, 35287|Live the good, and die the day! 35287|Aye, though I die upon the tree, 35287|And am then buried in clay, 35287|Yet, if I could but live, I think 35287|That life would be a happy death! 35287|I think it would not be very long, 35287|After that wretched exile,-- 35287|When such a life, so hard to shun, 35287|Would not be worth while expected. 35287|A sad heart, and a sad mind, 35287|Might make at once such friends as this; 35287|This stranger, a long, long way astray, 35287|And stranger, to my country home! 35287|Aye, though I toil and suffer, 35287|Yet I cannot feel distress, 35287|This life of mine may just suffice, 35287|When every other would be cross: 35287|If sorrow should the last succeed, 35287|I think I need not fear; 35287|'Twere hard the poor cannot share; 35287|'Twere sad the sick must leave the door. 35287|Oh! what's the pleasure of life, 35287|When so much misery is past?-- 35287|When, for the want of something more, 35287|For a false handkerchief we cry! 35287|What's the prospect of this life, 35287|When so much misery is o'er! 35287|If we'd had other things before, 35287|In an hour of weariness or pain, 35287|More simple, happier ways we'd trod, 35287|When life in its most wanton days 35287|Was filled with so much happiness: 35287|Aye, while 'tis sung, a life serene,— 35287|(As oft it happens in its flight,) 35287|Though now we mourn, with so much grief, 35287|We'll laugh, as if the joy did not. 35287|Now, as I think on days gone by, 35287|I see again the glories once, 35287|When life in its most sweetest flight 35287|Was filled with such an existence. 35287|Once, when through the field a soldier bore, 35287|And men would stand and welcome him, 35287|And hear him sing to them and call them dear, 35287|And tell them of his God and country true, 35287|And of his friends that kept his life from hurt, 35287|The soldier would not frown or be afraid: 35287|He'd smile, and smile with all his comrades' pride, 35287|And think if one of them deserved a tear; 35287|But now he never smiles at any one; 35287|He does not know what hope this passage brings, 35287|Nor if he can be happy or a sigh. 35287|If he could feel the change that's in my face,-- 35287|A blush that ======================================== SAMPLE 32610 ======================================== 1381|With that which made you lovely? 1381|What would be left if not for her soul 1381|On the way? Who, if you, 1381|Could not feel the longing for her there 1381|With you still? 1381|She could never be your mother; 1381|But I am not the mother 1381|Nor love this side the heart! 1381|Yet I loved her when I knew her so. 1381|Not so the dear 1381|And tender woman that you see. 1381|For I knew not the love I bore you 1381|When it was not a thing to speak and blossom 1381|Out of the dull dark dark heart of your womanhood, 1381|But was a thing to live in light! 1381|No, not the love I bore you, 1381|Not the love that was all the matter of it! 1381|Love, in an hour 1381|Of a sun that was not yet risen, 1381|But had already kissed and smilèd on us; 1381|Love, I knew not how long. 1381|Love, of a joy 1381|Which the darkness saw not, but waited, 1381|Love, I knew not what had made you so. 1381|Ah, the old 1381|And kindly thing to love: Love, you are loved! 1381|Ah, the old, sweet way! 1381|And not made more sweet by the sight 1381|As you are yet. 1381|And not driven from the room of the heart! 1381|And not lost! 1381|What shall be left of the old? 1381|I pray, 1381|In the night when the dawn will lighten us; 1381|Praise for love given; 1381|Praise that keeps for ever! 1381|Shaking your head, 1381|Saying it will never fall, 1381|Saying your heart was very strong 1381|And that your strength was the soul, 1381|You cannot say it was 1381|Till we loved you! 1381|How could I forget the woman, 1381|That was my own, our home, our heart, 1381|As we two sat by the fire, and the heart 1381|Burned in the flame, and said, and loved! 1381|--We did not speak! 1381|I am a man 1381|That the light of day 1381|Fell on the house of mind, 1381|And the light of day 1381|Lost us utterly. 1381|We fell on our knees, 1381|And we kissed them there, 1381|And we made them whole, 1381|As we were broken with weeping, 1381|And the light of day 1381|Lost us utterly. 1381|To my old friends in the country: 1381|For I have no heart for home. 1381|I have forgotten the good 1381|Sweet things that they knew, 1381|And the old familiar face, 1381|And the old familiar touch, 1381|And the old familiar tone 1381|As of voice that used to sing 1381|The old familiar song! 1381|I have forgotten 1381|How to sit and wait 1381|For the morning of my feet, 1381|With a heart too full to speak, 1381|And a blood as swift to flee! 1381|And the good sweet things 1381|And the old familiar face, 1381|And the old familiar touch, 1381|And the old familiar tone, 1381|As of voice that used to sing 1381|The old familiar song! 1381|"I am too old and stupid to go out." 1381|He is old and wise and not willing to go out. 1381|But he would sit on the stairs, and cry, and sigh, 1381|And the old-fashioned odours still would come 1381|From his old-fashioned mother's old chamber, 1381|And his mother's old chamber to the right. 1381|A child-like, child-cheek, in the soft blue twilight, 1381|The old woman stood--and did not say, "Why?" 1381|Only said "Poor me," though her eyes so faintly 1381|Told that her poor self was very lonely. 1381| ======================================== SAMPLE 32620 ======================================== 4654|Of all which the three hundred great heroes boast 4654|Of all the nations. But when he to the place 4654|Where the three hundred chiefs should stand confest 4654|He led the royal chief, the matchless man 4654|Of all the Greeks. On his high forehead he 4654|Fell, when his people most had mourned them, and 4654|On his fair brow the crown was set. 4654|And this, the godlike GAMA said, is truth, 4654|That the three hundred chiefs shall stand in awe. 4654|Let us, then, celebrate their victory! 4654|Let the brave heroes shout till the house rings 4654|Beneath the roarings of the fight between 4654|Their spears! 4654|"Yea, our own children all who are of our line 4654|Shall be content to live in peace; for I 4654|Shall come and dwell with all, and shall be seen 4654|As a friend unto all! All our children's offspring 4654|Shall be one people, and shall cleave unto me, 4654|And all shall be one country--one king! 4654|And all men shall speak kindly of me." 4654|As thus he spake, great terror o'er his soul 4654|Mingled its vehemence with pain, and now 4654|Moved he by stealth through the hall, and there 4654|With a silent but vigorous stride 4654|Walked the monarch, and his people he embraced 4654|At length, and with reverent steps toward the porch 4654|On his right hand, and on the left his breast, 4654|And then his noble hands 4654|Touching the marble pavement, thus he spake: 4654|"Lo! hither comes my royal father, the God, 4654|Who brought me hither in my ancient home, 4654|The land of the blest, the home of the brave. 4654|I bid thee from the palace straight arise 4654|And wait me here! A day has now come at last, 4654|And here is little time, my dear son, to wait: 4654|The day shall dawn when once again your hands 4654|Must clasp mine in a second love and kiss. 4654|To-day no more the sons of Gondolino 4654|Shall kneel to thee. O'er earth their royal feet 4654|Shall trod, and on their skins the noble snow 4654|Of my beloved mother and my sire is wrought, 4654|And mine the lovely blossom, while that man 4654|Himself lives yet to come!" 4654|"O my father, pray, 4654|The hour has come indeed for you to die! 4654|For all the sons of Gondolino, my race, 4654|They in this house must perish from the earth! 4654|The great Lord of Heaven, who seeth the wrong, 4654|Will curse us--but we are sons of his own heart, 4654|And he shall see, ere long, thy deathless deeds 4654|And those that follow thee from age to age. 4654|But ah! a sadder doom is o'er me hung 4654|Than death for these: from thee will surely fall 4654|A mighty tree, the last of life, the first 4654|Of all the trees of truth, of mighty force 4654|That shall to earth the mighty curse dissolve. 4654|Then shall I be no more!" 4654|The golden sun that now 4654|Was hidden like a crescent moon, grew pale 4654|And shuddered as he heard her son's lament, 4654|And then his daughter's plaint, and, bending down 4654|To kiss her cheek, with tearful eyes beheld 4654|The last faint glimmer of its burning gold. 4654|"Oh! I will go." 4654|And there he stood amid his friends and kin, 4654|Who were as truly blest as he; a man 4654|Whose constant fear had bound him to the earth, 4654|Whose thoughts had fled, whose heart with joy had burst, 4654|That he should live no more. They stood and gazed, 4654|Strove all in vain for language, and in vain 4654|For aught more graceful than ======================================== SAMPLE 32630 ======================================== 4272|How shall I be called, or how 4272|The eyes of men behold a man 4272|In whom that light, that pure desire 4272|Is rooted as it ever was, 4272|And every hope and fear forsaken, 4272|As he in faith and holy fear 4272|Fulfils the world-weary man 4272|Whose spirit longs for heaven, 4272|Till all her treasures are revealed 4272|And the young, sweet-heart of the world 4272|And life's young fancies in him are blent, 4272|His life-long thirst to touch the heights, 4272|In the light of God, his aim to gain? 4272|He is not one whose faith is overthrown 4272|Like that of one who, after prayer, 4272|Knows not what God's decree may mean, 4272|Or what the end may even be. 4272|The world, the world must now endure, 4272|With every change that takes away; 4272|In that which seemed in flight before 4272|There now appears the flying bird. 4272|The world, the world must pass away, 4272|And soon--the spirit of man's life 4272|Still lives and is not dead - 4272|But the old heart in him hath not 4272|A knowledge of what he bears, 4272|Nor where the ways of life lead forth, 4272|Nor where the road of thought doth lead. 4272|How can he know, if he would know, 4272|When there is nothing in the sight, 4272|Except the star is in his train 4272|Which, circling, makes his thought more bright. 4272|Where is the man, on whom the breeze 4272|Of a new hope is ever blowing? 4272|In whom no hope for ever lies? 4272|Who for the future knows its bliss? 4272|His soul, by the thought of God at war, 4272|For ever strives the present hour: 4272|As with the tempests in His might 4272|He treads the stormy surges on. 4272|In the sad night he hath not rest, 4272|Where many an hour of hope he sees; 4272|Like a lone thought his bosom yearns, 4272|And his old faith doth never tire. 4272|Yet though his soul be full of woe, 4272|How should he know for certain whence 4272|His life and being must be given; 4272|Or what unending love of God 4272|Hath made that life of man for ever? 4272|For the world's good that he longs for doth not dwell; 4272|For the world's worst that he desireth, 'tis vain. 4272|But the sun, to whom our daily lot is given, 4272|With all his beams is ever shining still. 4272|The world was made, he is but man, 4272|Who to this world of toil and care 4272|Pursues a life of freedom pure, 4272|All thoughts, all scenes, he shall not know. 4272|Wealth brings not gladness, nor love, 4272|Nor youth's unfruitful hopes of light. 4272|But, as the spring-tide brings change in June, 4272|So is ours with age's changing pride. 4272|The world has grown to him less real 4272|To him, though aged, it yet holds yet 4272|A world-revelry unknown to him, 4272|Who sees not what 'twas that brought him. 4272|For he hath seen but through the glass 4272|Where he beholds no more the face 4272|Of man, no more can joy himself 4272|With hope, or peace, or hope at all. 4272|He must behold the broken-hearted 4272|As men, who live out their grief on others' sin. 4272|The world in the long winter-days 4272|Was full of the passion of love 4272|And gentle joy--as it is now 4272|When Heaven is but a dim day's gleam. 4272|But as by night the waters flow 4272|To be all-transfigured in snow, 4272|So still the torrent in the soul 4272|Passes, or stands aside, or ======================================== SAMPLE 32640 ======================================== 29357|And I want a new skirt!" 29357|"You've only come here for a walk, 29357|And a glass of water," 29357|Said the lady, "but you'll be cold 29357|In this new one!" 29357|And she took this book away, 29357|And it's always sunny here, 29357|And the birds sing always spring, 29357|In its leafy nooks. 29357|"Don't you think you can be nice?" 29357|Said the boy to the lady, 29357|"You like to have your skirt on!" 29357|And he's been in love the boy, 29357|And his father's been kind 29357|To him and to all his kin, 29357|In all his days. 29357|He and his father are getting gay, 29357|And they keep a pretty wedding; 29357|And a boy to call good-bye 29357|Has been chosen to go. 29357|Now, the sun is mounting high, 29357|To his work the birdie clings; 29357|And they're getting married, you see, 29357|By the river and the mill. 29357|And as all the birds do sing, 29357|I've a secret to ask them; 29357|If you don't, they'll never sing 29357|Unless the moon goes to bed. 29357|We'll wait and watch the coming day. 29357|It's always sunny here, 29357|And the flowers will bloom and wave 29357|All the night to welcome Spring; 29357|No snowshoes must be seen! 29357|It is a song to bring the sun, 29357|When the clouds sleep on the hill; 29357|It is the last time when the birds 29357|Are quiet in the grove. 29357|The little maid who always thought 29357|Of the young with an old-fashioned care, 29357|In a pink and white apron and dress slippers, 29357|Came into the garden last Spring, 29357|But seldom went alone. 29357|We often saw her--only think, 29357|How I was a girl when first I saw her! 29357|She was not very young-- 29357|But, thinking I was grown, 29357|I feared I should grow cold and wild, 29357|Her soft hand clutched at my arm. 29357|The roses stood with their drops wet on them, 29357|The little baisels were lying on the ground, 29357|And the grasses, all their gay young spring coats fluttering, 29357|Were whispering to one another, "Mademoiselle, 29357|We are glad to have a little girl like you." 29357|She was a most enchanting creature--a most shy and little 29357|child, 29357|But I know I am not childish enough to make her blush. 29357|How can you think her childishness could ever mean aught to you? 29357|The child that has neither, and is not good and happy, 29357|Would never be a dear little creature, 29357|But he seems such a palliative to the many unhappy, 29357|Who have grown up too much with a misnomered heart. 29357|But I knew you and your smile--and you knew me 29357|And our friend, I, too, know all; 29357|And we took to be happy; 29357|And we loved you like flowers--and lost you like the rest. 29357|We never talked on any terms. You and I, 29357|We were "friends" and then we "fell down friends," 29357|But still the one regret 29357|Was that we hadn't been married; 29357|And when we were married our home life, so bright 29357|And so free from strife and strife-making, all grew sad. 29357|We had our triumphs!--and the triumphs lasted quite 29357|The length of the _family_, and then they were past. 29357|And the children all grew up to be fair young women, 29357|You and I, like you and me, in the old-time ways. 29357|But we couldn't forget the glad days of our youth, 29357|We must stay in the old-time ways till the days grew gray. 29357|How they lived ======================================== SAMPLE 32650 ======================================== 19385|To thy father's bowers I'll go, 19385|A daughter fair to view; 19385|I'll lead thee to the gardens fair 19385|That over yon moorland grow. 19385|I'll lead thee on the daintiest daffin', 19385|The deavin' mair I've seen; 19385|I will thee see a mitherless mither 19385|And a sot, as ever may bee, 19385|Wid a bonnie, bonnie lassie awa', 19385|A bonnie, bonnie, lassie, awa'. 19385|My true love, thou hast made me dearer! 19385|The more I loue thee, the more I'm deear! 19385|I've aye been lang for thy sweet face, 19385|The dearer I maun be thy sake, 19385|For thou hae been my fondest cheer'ener 19385|O'er meadows green and cool wa's. 19385|And far be it, far from thee, 19385|Far be my heart from thee, 19385|For in an icy touch 19385|I've a' things that's chill, 19385|That has made me my loveliest bride, 19385|And I maun tell them e'en. 19385|I love yon tree near the haughty sea! 19385|The woodbine bowers are sweet to me! 19385|The flowers on the grass are sweet, 19385|The beryl berries hang on the bough! 19385|I love yon tower, like a lark, 19385|The moonbeams gently glancing o'er! 19385|I love all that's sweet and bright, 19385|I love what's fairest in Nature! 19385|I love thee, love thee, love thee, love thee, 19385|Love thee, love thee, love thee, love thee, love thee! 19385|In a wood on the shore of the sea, 19385|There were four lovers, as I've heard tell, 19385|So they loved each other so well, 19385|That they died together, I'm told; 19385|And it's very singular that they 19385|Should have lived so slowly and so late, 19385|To whom we must all thus belong, 19385|'Twas said, their graves lie yonder, 19385|'Mang the midden and moorland gybes, 19385|Where the clank of wheels and their rusks 19385|Are scarce seen from the window casements, 19385|By the windows' deep casements; 19385|And their bodies are buried here, 19385|Under this stone o'erlooking that gate 19385|Which leads through the moorland far away. 19385|The woodbine boughs on yon sward lie green 19385|That wreathe the moss of yon oak tree; 19385|The flowers on the grass are still fresh, 19385|The wild flowers are fresh and fair; 19385|But the boughs, that crown their sides, 19385|Are tatter'd with the dews, 19385|And the grass-blades on those pale banks 19385|Are thinned away by the creeks, 19385|That gird the turf, with the sand 19385|Of the green turf on their breast; 19385|So we think the twain themselves slept 19385|That night, ere two were interred 19385|In yon mossy cellar-nook, 19385|Like flowers, to guard them from harms 19385|Of the damp earth, without lid. 19385|Now the morning's gane! The sun's 19385|Beaming in yon western sky; 19385|The morning sun sets soon, and soon 19385|The day is done, and dark, alas, 19385|Its shade o'er all the plain. 19385|The wild birds, on the boughs as yet, 19385|Have but dimpled, and laughed, an' sung, 19385|Yet cannot tell, by their singing, 19385|If, for sun or thunder, 19385|Their lovers lie asleep. 19385|For, though their wings are shorn, they keep 19385|Their colours undefaced; 19385|But the shadows o ======================================== SAMPLE 32660 ======================================== 9889|And the fowls were flying, flying; 9889|Like a great black fog they crept along, 9889|And the sky was black as a coal-black pit; 9889|And the sky was blacker, blacker still 9889|As the sea which the ships drive over there. 9889|With the air of a funeral, 9889|With the air of a funeral, 9889|With the breath of the smoke it came on-- 9889|It came on as over head 9889|With a sudden awful cry: 9889|They were losing; losing; 9889|And the whole sea was turning to green 9889|At the feet of the Deathful Brothers. 9889|The water with its murmur 9889|And the air of a funeral 9889|Was hushed in the darkness; 9889|It was filled with a stillness 9889|Which was like the death-drum's clang-- 9889|A death-drum cymbal-like. 9889|There's only this in my song-- 9889|Those Deathful Brothers. 9889|The Deathful Brothers! how long 9889|It is, O Deathful Brothers! 9889|Is it little or nothing, 9889|The sweetest and the lightest, 9889|Since the earth was and your mother 9889|Comes, her head upon your shoulder. 9889|She comes to bury her dead; 9889|So, let us bury mine there. 9889|The Deathful Brothers, you've had enough, 9889|Enough of your heartbury. 9889|Mine is buried where the shadows 9889|Linger and wail and wander. 9889|The years have turned my bones white, 9889|As white as marble; 9889|Mine as white as stones in the sun 9889|That glitters--sparkling--melted 9889|With the water that rolls and leaps 9889|From the sea, in the morning air. 9889|Mine as white as your own soul. 9889|It is done. The darkness is past. 9889|The gloom of death was cast away. 9889|The sea of masonry lies pure 9889|On the tomb of the Deathful Brothers. 9889|So, there will be flowers in the grave 9889|Of the Deathful Brothers. 9889|They were so true! They were so brave! 9889|To save us is their pride! 9889|But we all say "I shall now"--forsooth 9889|It is all too late. 9889|We had the trust to save you all, 9889|But they died to-day. 9889|They saw us lying weak and weak, 9889|With our lives at stake. 9889|And we stood like cowards, weak and low 9889|And prayed to sleep in death. 9889|We prayed them to forget; 9889|They said "no", "no" to you. 9889|So they let us die; 9889|Their blood did wash us clean; 9889|We were too weak to save; 9889|And they could not give--they feared us 9889|Too strong to die. 9889|They would not, would not leave us all 9889|The way we came; 9889|They left us all this one thing, 9889|That they had no wish 9889|To take, but let us, for a sign, 9889|Hurry to the last and fall 9889|In their hands. 9889|The shadows creep to the walls; 9889|The gates are all shut out 9889|From the people who came to the city 9889|Yesterday at the noon of the sun. 9889|The gates that lead to the market place 9889|Are kept wide out of the way. 9889|But they have come to wait upon 9889|And see what may happen before, 9889|Before they go out and away 9889|To the city in the midst of the night. 9889|It is not strange, indeed, that they 9889|Of the market come to the gate. 9889|I said: "O brotherhood, shall I go 9889|On a errand of charity?" 9889|"No; 'tis not for the market," he said; 9889|"We are gathered here for a great ======================================== SAMPLE 32670 ======================================== 13650|But when your eyes grew dim 13650|With weeping and fear, 13650|You saw an elfin wheel, 13650|Where all the wheels should be: 13650|You saw an elfin scythe, 13650|With handles of pale straw, 13650|Where all the tools of man, 13650|In order, should be: 13650|You saw an elfin chair 13650|And two legs and one arm, 13650|Where all the legs and one arm should be: 13650|You saw a Fairy Queen, 13650|With ivory fingers wiped, 13650|To give you help and hide your harm. 13650|You knew your Queen was hiding harm 13650|Behind two heavy veils, 13650|And you must tell her tale 13650|Ere very long; 13650|And you must tell the Queen 13650|Away with all his brood. 13650|The morning came, the dawning went, 13650|The moon was full and red, 13650|The elfin Queen herself was up, 13650|Waking, and washing, and dressed; 13650|And there she saw the day, 13650|How fair, how young, how bright: 13650|Like pearls upon a pebble's brim, 13650|Or sunbeams on a cloud. 13650|He watched her go, and watch her go, 13650|Away to all the Kingdom brings: 13650|He wonders, sighs, and will not speak, 13650|And sighs and will not speak still. 13650|She will not leave his arm all day. 13650|Her brow is full of poppies red. 13650|He watches, sighs, and will not speak; 13650|He sighs, and will not speak still. 13650|She will not leave his arm all day. 13650|Her lips she never kisses: 13650|He watches, sighs, and will not speak; 13650|He sighs, and will not speak still. 13650|She will not leave his arm all day. 13650|When first his arm she sees, 13650|She is so proud and proud, 13650|And sighs, and will not speak still. 13650|When he has kissed her lip, 13650|Her cheek must be with blushes red 13650|And she will sigh, and still will speak; 13650|She will not leave his arm all day. 13650|He watches, sighs, and will not speak; 13650|He sighs, and will not speak still. 13650|She will not leave his arm all day. 13650|He feels so lonely nights 13650|And longs to go 13650|He sits in his armchair by the fire, 13650|The chair with armchairs o'erlap, 13650|And sighs, and will not speak still. 13650|This is so strange! what is it to me? 13650|My heart is full of sorrow, 13650|And so are the eyes of the maid, 13650|That smile for nothing other than me. 13650|In the day 13650|When I went off to school 13650|She stayed at home, 13650|And it is not right. 13650|When I am grown 13650|And like you go, 13650|As well know your mother 13650|And keep her company, 13650|She walks abroad 13650|Or rides on the water. 13650|In the city 13650|She never goes. 13650|Away, away, 13650|My dear Aunt, 13650|But don't you think it strange? 13650|For my poor Aunt, 13650|Whom I see 13650|At evening when the lamps 13650|Are burning blue, 13650|She goes 13650|To fetch me 13650|A biscuit and a piece of cake. 13650|As often 13650|As food will do; 13650|But I 13650|Will not 13650|Go to miss them. 13650|At day-break 13650|They come home, 13650|But I 13650|Grow very sad. 13650|I will not go 13650|For want of caution, 13650|Just because I'm not a man. 13650|Yet have I often had a ======================================== SAMPLE 32680 ======================================== 615|Which were in the great chamber to be left. 615|So, where she found the knight, the maid she sought, 615|And, as she hoped to find him, prayed, that he 615|Would to the Christian's church repair, and go; 615|For he had heard it told, that the great knight 615|Had come through the wilds, to meet the fight all night. 615|"To bear my message he will do amiss, 615|The virgin would betray her lover more," 615|(The virgin cries) while he in chase pursues, 615|"Ah! why were they (till he sees me) not free? 615|Why did the warrior never heed me well? 615|Ah! why was he not of my armed breast, 615|Who had in chase my bosom evermore? 615|And, till he spied the youth approaching, who 615|Was of so high renown, with helmet on?" 615|(She answers) Wherefore has he left me far, 615|If by this maid in her deceit he vext? 615|But, since it was his wont to follow me, 615|In short, I swear by mine own memory; 615|He is so far from me, that I had fear; 615|And yet so faint it is and far away; 615|Nor can he reach that mountain to escape, 615|Where he at last must be by my arms overcome, 615|If she, though dead, his deadly threat pursue. 615|"So then (she cries) ye shall find me alive 615|If I by your hand are slain or lose my life!" 615|And forth she moves with rapid steps along 615|This desert which the swain had made her home. 615|She, to escape the fatal, or to bear, 615|As better seemed to her, that cruel woe, 615|Would, from her own mischance to avert, 615|With her own hands herself have rescued; 615|And she would have it so, that, if the blow 615|In doing so be small, I should have died; 615|Yet, if it more be wanting, should have fled 615|Unwept, and unburied as I deserved. 615|Yet as she would, she deems, that her affright 615|Achieved, in this great danger would have died. 615|Nor for that cause is she so fearful much: 615|But that such grief in her must then have died. 615|Hence, with such zeal the virgin would sustain 615|Her captive in her deadly pangs for aid, 615|That from her heart would she not die alone, 615|And that to death her wish might be attaind. 615|So that with her the knight she now must heed; 615|Lest that, by any ill of her brought on, 615|She seem to have done so by Rogero done, 615|Who, though to death she might be meant, so he 615|Was loved by others, she by him enchain; 615|And him would do the same, I say, who 615|Moved to her arms, and bade Rogero go: 615|For, were he slain, her death upon his head 615|Must seem; for he by her should die the while. 615|"But we (she cries) we will not now engage 615|In combat, but in love: but what it be, 615|To you I know not, by your will, nor he; 615|Because that other with the virgin is 615|So far apart that I not so much obey." 615|But they, like her, who did with grief and pain, 615|For that sad memory, sighs and prayers pursue, 615|And wish their goodly arms might be around 615|With those two warriors, not longer absent thence. 615|To him, who bore such pain, and sorrows sore, 615|The maid her sorrows thus with joyful cheer: 615|"Since you nor want, nor lack we want, to bring 615|In our desire of that desire, whose tongue 615|Is of a softer tone, than thy own love. 615|You are contented that your love shall lie 615|With me, and be so bounteous and so sage, 615|That, if such time be, when you are dead, 615|I may to your memory grateful be. 615|"As I of you were pleased, if you should die 615|-- Nor are you gone -- I shall be pleased to-day ======================================== SAMPLE 32690 ======================================== 24869|The mighty king was seen no more. 24869|Fired with a zeal intense and strong, 24869|With wrath unbalanced by remorse, 24869|Raghu’s son, his brother, slew 24869|He, Lakshmaṇ, and their comrades laid 24869|Within the forest dark and dread. 24869|The monarch, wounded by the wound 24869|Of Válmíki, lay in death sore, 24869|And Raghu’s self on earth lay dead. 24869|Canto XLIII. The Death Of Gangá. 24869|Then Ráma spake to Lakshmaṇ, when 24869|He saw that Sítá’s life was fled: 24869|“I would not thus my brother’s soul 24869|Receive dishonoured and abandoned.” 24869|Lakshmaṇ heard, and answering, spoke: 24869|““No, Ráma, and shall save thy soul, 24869|Though the whole earth beside it shake. 24869|This earth is sacred-bound, and no 24869|Tarnaskar’s(973) soul can loose a breath. 24869|The great king Gangá lies in death, 24869|Of Raghu’s offspring, by a snake’s dart. 24869|Now with our brethren, one by one, 24869|To banishment to the wood we send, 24869|With Sítá and the holy crew 24869|Who follow Ráma to Kishkindhá. 24869|I went a league from where I dwell, 24869|And Sítá and I, in every land, 24869|In prayer and loving service spent 24869|To Gangá’s grove, where Ráma’s form 24869|And visage shone, and all the dames 24869|Who on that forest wild we knew. 24869|The wood, where Gangá’s grove is found, 24869|Wore every semblance of their art, 24869|With moon-bright trees, with branches brown 24869|Of many a varied hue and size,— 24869|Trees that our eyes had never seen, 24869|And all the forms they fancied there: 24869|With shrubs whose foliage shone with gold, 24869|And trees whose flowery clusters shone 24869|With fruits from every season found. 24869|The ground was beautiful as well, 24869|Fair as some beauteous spot that skies: 24869|In beauty every lake might vie, 24869|And stream that foaming waters sought. 24869|This is no waste of living rite, 24869|Nor is it fit that such be spent, 24869|To be with love by loved ones sought 24869|And hear the sounds they make with moan. 24869|But if thou seekest this alone, 24869|And joys the call of the high-souled, 24869|Then in the wood with Sítá wend; 24869|Thou canst not fail of welcome there. 24869|Where is the noble man that knows 24869|From Ráma’s speech how to bestow 24869|Virtue and virtue that was spent 24869|In sinless deeds, their precious dues? 24869|The noble chief who can afford 24869|To seek and seek in vain, his friend? 24869|Where is the king, who would not shun 24869|Such duties as for Ráma’s sake 24869|Are sweetest to his soul and best, 24869|While all the race of men must share? 24869|Where is the man skilled to guide 24869|His wandering friends from harm’s way, 24869|When all must face the peril, not 24869|The friendless on a lonely coast? 24869|Let him, O Raghu’s son, arise 24869|To that high place, and then ascend 24869|To that bright heaven where all alone 24869|The faithful friend of duty reigns. 24869|To banishment, O Raghu’s son, 24869|Presents thy promise of return; 24869|And then thy friends to seek again 24869|Thy presence in that forest wild. 24869|For ever there, ======================================== SAMPLE 32700 ======================================== 615|Thou wilt not stay thyself while the two are 615|Conjoined in one, in that they yet are foes. 615|"Thy will is ours to be as closely fixed, 615|And that is why in this our union let 615|(Should we the pair) have we not the same cause 615|Of feud, as if I stood the one on, 615|The other on, and were a king in place? 615|But when first to wedties thou art admitted, 615|We give thee sovereign rule of Parian isle: 615|And, for thy wife, we give a royal seal. 615|"So this is what thou wishest; and for our part, 615|To make thee thy own will let it be done; 615|But I to thee the sovereign will obey, 615|Which is to know in the whole, if thou wilt. 615|To love and to love again, in other wise 615|Depriving both, is only to desert. 615|"In warlike field, as well as lawful trade, 615|I say not, this is every woman's part; 615|This is the work of folly and of pride, 615|Not only to be wealthy in the prize, 615|But in the good that comes from true prowess. 615|I say not, for thy love, with vain intent, 615|To have some other, less ignoble art; 615|But rather such as only men enjoy, 615|With a more tender, kind regard and need, 615|A gentle heart, an honest visage warm. 615|"I speak not, that with this design thou'rt sent 615|Thyself or to another to contend, 615|Where, for the honour of thy lady dear, 615|My lord is the possessor of her heart, 615|And with a heart so good, so gentle a name 615|The fairest maiden on the whole earth, to share. 615|Thy husband's honour, if it ever be 615|Stayed by thy wooer, to be done to death; 615|"Thou canst not with thyself withhold the ring, 615|Thou do'st not with another be content, 615|When with thy lover and dearest pride, at last, 615|It shall be given thee by the sovereign lord; 615|Nor deem there shall be any need of strife, 615|The league of a king so strange and ill-fit; 615|"For have you no other to compare with him, 615|Which in this realm is ever near at hand? 615|O cruel! -- in the world no other wight 615|Is fit to wear the crown, so proud and great; 615|Who with his crown so fair his forehead soars, 615|Is known to all people everywhere; 615|All, even the king whom thee, the king of France, 615|Holds in his arms and crowned with conquest. 615|"He with his crown the sceptred kings of Spain 615|Lets fall as arrows from his mailed hand, 615|Whilst he, the sceptred one, at every pace, 615|On other, woe and triumph gains anew; 615|So that the sceptred realm to ruin wastes, 615|And one man holds dominion and all sway. 615|I say the haughty, wily, treacherous pair, 615|That have the sceptred crown of France on gird, 615|(A valiant pair, of equal valour, born 615|To wield that power with kindred of the Moor) 615|They have in Spain a foe no equal; but 615|In other land the dame, whose beauty burns, 615|I say, the dame whose heart is yet most dear, 615|Is all-seeing, all-range of wisdom fair; 615|"And they, though adverse to each other's hold, 615|Have done the deed to make him equal lord; 615|And by their merit -- I know not but they -- 615|They are more mighty than they. -- Whatsoe'er, 615|They from their sovereign's right their wanton blade 615|And courser's hilt, to avenge their lady's wrong, 615|(Though not their only prize!) have won the meed. 615|"But of their quarrel will I speak, whose fate 615|The duke of Brittany through the world will sway! 615|If, after the fault of one, it find 615|An other, it will make both yet more ======================================== SAMPLE 32710 ======================================== 5184|Thickly cover it with snow, 5184|Melt its substance with brine, 5184|Blob of ice in ocean; 5184|Bring me here a sled from which to ride, 5184|On the highway back to Kalevala." 5184|Thus agreeing, northward wends the fleet 5184|O'er the plains of Kalevala, palm-trees sway 5184|Over the meadows, hosts of vassals march 5184|From their distant encampment southward, bears 5184|To bear the burden on their shoulders, brutes 5184|With faces curved and claws between the teeth, 5184|Those that bear the war-club, javelin, and bow, 5184|Those that bear the wings of ermineden; 5184|Sledge of copper, jackal-skins, and plumes, 5184|Wool and sheep's-needles, fox-foot courier, 5184|In one bundle, all together journey, 5184|Through the sledge of cedar, silver-twined, 5184|Through the wind-flapt verdure of the air. 5184|On they pass, through plash and ripple, o'er the flood, 5184|Through the mist and shadow, fragrant vapors, 5184|Into Kalevala, home of ancient wisemen, 5184|To the place of ancient evil magicians. 5184|In a wigwam they arrived unbroken, 5184|In a pleasant meadow, green with autumn; 5184|On a steed, with mane of gold adorned, 5184|Joined were the minstrels, wielding wooden weapons, 5184|All assembled in a ring, behind 5184|Wigwam that had borne them on their journey; 5184|From his mouth the Pitchfork cleft the reed-bridge, 5184|Broke the sorely sloping reeds before them, 5184|And the war-horse Shaugodaya proceeded, 5184|Striking with his eye the warriors fiercely, 5184|Like a vulture to and fro hurling stones, 5184|Like the ravening hag's obsidian falchion. 5184|Fiercely he flicks with his flaming steel, 5184|Flashing stones to lash the assailants, 5184|Like the fury of the giant storm-crow, 5184|Like the wild-boar, Typhok Rasaland. 5184|Thus the mighty Shaugaya deals his blows; 5184|Thereupon the warriors rush as one. 5184|Onward wavers each to battle-step, 5184|Till they reach the magic wigwam, 5184|Home of ancient Wainamoinen, 5184|Hero-son, well known in days of yore, 5184|Home of ever-visited waters, 5184|Gone the herdsmen, driven from Northland, 5184|By the rage of the Pitchfork, fierce and fell. 5184|Now the heroes reach the pleasant village, 5184|Enter home and all its smiling faces, 5184|Smile aye turning, ever turning, 5184|Crowds of old and young transform themselves 5184|To the shapes that smile within their dwellings; 5184|Ever turning, ever smiling, 5184|Never a beggar change their eyes for money. 5184|Thus the magic, ancient minstrel, 5184|Turning days to nights, to wakees nights 5184|To transform these evil dreams to waking, 5184|That they may not know the goodness of night. 5184|Thus the people, former foes, reconciled, 5184|Thus the old man, old Wainamoinen, 5184|Asking nothing in the world beside, 5184|Touched by magic wand, his dwelling won. 5184|On the threshold sat a maiden, 5184|Merry maiden ever, smiling, 5184|Downward gazed the wizard minstrel 5184|In his wigwam, shaved his snowy locks 5184|Golden, and his plumes with feathers, 5184|Turning joy and happiness to terror. 5184|On the floor a babe was playing, 5184|One end lay upon the floor close curled, 5184|One hand resting on the kingly-shaped snow-shell. 5184|Thus the wizard spake, and thus replied: 5184 ======================================== SAMPLE 32720 ======================================== May be the reason of thy sorrow. 6652|And yet, alas!--O may it not be so-- 6652|Why was I once so happy!--once so blest! 6652|What joy, what bliss, what bliss beyond such more! 6652|Yet, now, with all this bliss I scarce can know 6652|But that some joy or woe will come to me; 6652|That some of misery I shall suffer through:-- 6652|O may it not be so!--but then, I know, 6652|O then, my heart, it will be made of stone! 6652|O then, my heart, it will be made of stone! 6652|A man and wife, 6652|As happy in the land. 6652|You'll think your days are o'er, 6652|But look again, dear Robin Hood, 6652|And see your LILY there. 6652|And here, in this, your very own 6652|Your very own LILLY. 6652|"If that thou canst wager a crown to gain, 6652|Betwixt the morrow and the Wednesday Day, 6652|Thou art to pay the king a very fine pound: 6652|Bet you can win!" 6652|He won a handsome horse and two, 6652|Though in his friend, 6652|And LILLY was with child. 6652|To make him gay, to suit her mind, 6652|He bought an apartment on the Strand; 6652|And to enjoy it well, to do her grace, 6652|He put an end of all his care therein. 6652|He was a fool to such; 6652|That horse is never lasse now, 6652|Nor ell, dear Robin! 6652|That apartment is rent, 6652|And out the money goes." 6652|Robin thought it much ado 6652|That he had paid so dear rent;-- 6652|"The man may rue," 6652|Says he, "now I come to know it, 6652|I paid the _lender_ dear rate." 6652|"I have no horse; to give thee one, 6652|The best that ever one did meet, 6652|I live at Forty-five: 6652|And you take Forty-five, my sonny." 6652|"No, thanks," the youth replied with glee, 6652|"My heart's content much rather: 6652|I'll make the bet, for I can 6652|Pay what is owing. 6652|"Well pay my duties, and not me, 6652|The man that's on the living will be; 6652|To-morrow he must fill in, 6652|Or not to care a jot." 6652|"A bet's a bargain," quoth the fay, 6652|And in the shade of her green tree, 6652|She pluck'd a pretty chaff. 6652|"Now wha this bet, I prithee tell?" 6652|"The man that's on the living will be; 6652|To-morrow he must fill in, 6652|Or not to care a jot." 6652|Robin took three guineas, 6652|And told of the bargain to her: 6652|She took the three guineas, 6652|And swore that she would not refuse; 6652|Robin took three guineas, 6652|And swore that he ne'er would refuse. 6652|Robin took three guineas, 6652|For all the worth his tongue might speak; 6652|The lass of Cibber Lomond, 6652|The eldest daughter of the land; 6652|A lass I mean, without a sin-- 6652|She never swore a vow. 6652|Robin took three guineas, 6652|And thus to pay her duties swore; 6652|He took three guineas, 6652|And thus to pay his duties swore; 6652|Robin took three guineas, 6652|For all the worth her bosom swell'd; 6652|The eldest daughter of the land; 6652|A lady that was young and fair, 6652|And had the mair that in a trance 6652|The young and fair might share. 6652|Robin took three guineas, ======================================== SAMPLE 32730 ======================================== 3295|And I, his brother, have not slept: 3295|I have suffered, I have known, I have borne! 3295|With one accord, the multitude 3295|The wrong has done us, and the crime 3295|Has won the meed of vengeance, 3295|The glory for their crimes: yet this 3295|I know, who see not as I see, 3295|The voice that rang in me for speech, 3295|"We are not of the right. We stand 3295|For Truth with all our brethren of might, 3295|But for the weak among all lands 3295|The poor man's right of birthright." 3295|And when the noise of trumpets blared 3295|I heard a cry within me cry, 3295|"Give back our wronged and orphaned youth, 3295|Our faith has proved them truly ours!" 3295|And all the people raised the plaudits, 3295|The people, thronging in the crowd 3295|Who watched the sacrifice o'er, 3295|The people, and I felt despair 3295|Not to hear one more bitter cry. 3295|Then I withdrew in shame and sorrow 3295|To that sweet quiet of the night, 3295|And found the voice again for speech. 3295|I saw the temple of my friend, 3295|And, through it, I knew of him, 3295|And knew that I, too, knew him; 3295|And still I dream of him amid 3295|Of my fond heart's long longing, 3295|And now, in dreams, I feel him near me, 3295|And hear the sound of his long knell. 3295|His coffin stands along the street, 3295|And while I waited he was gone; 3295|I heard his knell for me alone 3295|In his old age's country-seat. 3295|I had the casket, and I know 3295|Of his death-bed, and his sad face, 3295|And the silence of his grave-good, 3295|The wail of his benediction; 3295|And a tear fell from the curtain, 3295|And all of those who knew him then, 3295|Who heard him call aloud for me, 3295|And who knew the grief of his youth, 3295|And the tears he told them of. 3295|With that I knew his heart was yours; 3295|Your sorrow has left its trace 3295|Upon the heart of him who died 3295|When he was not the same. 3295|I stood beside his grave in the twilight, 3295|At his side a woman bent; 3295|And a wistful silence gripped our two, 3295|And one said sorrowing, "Poor soul, 3295|It was not yours from of old; your hand 3295|Was soon withdrawn from mine, for this 3295|Was the eve of our meet. 3295|"You knew the hour of all this strife, 3295|The joy, the loss and fright; 3295|You could not weep the sweet sweet grief 3295|And only hear the knell. 3295|"You could not see, nor care, nor sigh, 3295|For the old sorrow, still alive, 3295|With eyes for tears and lips to moan 3295|The sigh of her who knelt with him 3295|To bless the children of the dead. 3295|"And I, the poor and lowly child,-- 3295|You knew that I was hers to bless, 3295|And you, my mother, knew your son 3295|A poor but worthy child. 3295|"It is not true, you mock me thus, 3295|And so I turn to you, and ask, 3295|How, with this broken heart in me, 3295|Can I, with you, a friendship prove 3295|To hold, or say, or feel?" 3295|"I see your eyes," she said, "and that smile, 3295|I felt them too, and smiled. 3295|Your words like fire that brought me nearer 3295|God and my lord, I know; 3295|I know that in the grave where he lies, 3295|One day, his mother lives and breathes, 3295|And the one word she says is love. ======================================== SAMPLE 32740 ======================================== 2619|I saw her standing on the deck. 2619|No hand in hand she had ever, 2619|No friend she had. 2619|She held no boat, she made no noise, 2619|She did not speak. 2619|She sailed with heart as light as air, 2619|A dream in my boat, 2619|And I stood by one side and she 2619|Said, "My heart is broken, my sweet! 2619|We did not know that ye 2619|Were weary in your quest, 2619|And sorrowful for the loss of me, 2619|In pleasure and in ease. 2619|My boat sings in the smiling waters, 2619|A joyous tune it sings, 2619|The wind that sings amongst the billows 2619|Makes me a queen for aye." 2619|And then she took my hand, aghast 2619|To feel the hand that trembled, 2619|And said, "Sweet boy, must thou be sad?" 2619|And I said, "As joy to thee." 2619|Then to the water-side we went, 2619|And there, by pleasure lost, 2619|She said, "Hush! Why so so loud in mine ear?" 2619|And she looked at me. 2619|The boughs of the maple were cold, 2619|Her eyes were wet and sad, 2619|She had no rest, her heart was sore; 2619|I could not take her life in. 2619|She had no time to weep, nor sigh, 2619|Her mouth was full of woe; 2619|And all the while my heart grew kind, 2619|Her words on my ear fell full. 2619|"Oh, heart! What wouldst thou be at?" 2619|"A girl," said I; "and what would _thou_ be at? 2619|For I have no treasure now. 2619|I would have a merry time with thee. 2619|A lovely girl to dance with-- 2619|And never a word of enmity. 2619|And let her choose her lover. 2619|I would have nothing to do but weep, 2619|I would have nothing to say but sigh; 2619|And be a happy boy forever, 2619|A boy of joy and gladness." 2619|She turned her cheek to the paper then. 2619|"I am very sad, indeed," 2619|The paper's words I read again; 2619|"A little less than a month," I read, 2619|"I'd have nothing else to do. 2619|If th' time should come when I no more 2619|May weep, I'd ask nothing more." 2619|The sun, it was a glorious day. 2619|I stood among the leaves, 2619|Not thinking of that lady fair who had come unto me-- 2619|My heart had been so kind. 2619|But soon that lady, that sweet lady, 2619|Came o'er the green. 2619|She saw me happy, and she said, "How glad I am! 2619|I could not hope to see 2619|A lad of such a heartful affections only." 2619|Her lovely hand went trembling to her breast, 2619|And whispered, "Maiden, beware!" 2619|They told me all that was to come to pass. 2619|I was to join them, 2619|I had but a week to tell them. 2619|She kissed me many times and again; 2619|And her fair face I saw, 2619|And could not help but weep. 2619|I promised that I would be just like her 2619|In all that I wore and did: 2619|In fashion all my lovely wiles; 2619|I promised, how I would not swear, 2619|In every word that I said; 2619|But ever, ever, ever naught could stay 2619|My own true heart from crying out: 2619|Till, when I thought on all that they had done, 2619|I said, "O God! my dearest! 2619|I will not look upon that face, sweetheart." 2619|Now when she spoke my lips she pressed; 2619|And then that lovely face, 2619 ======================================== SAMPLE 32750 ======================================== 30795|And cried with a loud voice, "Old man, 30795|Look at this log of tough oaken, 30795|How it bears the bones of the Lempo, 30795|Grimy bones from the waters of Tuoni! 30795|"It was made for the giant chief, Tuoni, 30795|To eat and drink at his pleasure, 30795|And there are many men in this wood 30795|Who see him and tell him how mad he is; 30795|Therefore take heed, for this oak log 30795|Will frighten him, and he will surely pray 30795|To be allowed back to his own people." 30795|Hearing this, the elder Louhi answered, 30795|"Even so it is, old man, surely! 30795|I shall hear worse omens, and I shall see 30795|Fair signs and omens; for I shall see 30795|The young moon rise with a silver ray, 30795|And I shall see four-eyed giant things 30795|Come forth and eat the wood-life and perish." 30795|Then the fierce magician, Wipunen, 30795|Whirled about in swirling ecstasy 30795|In a round white whirlwind, and was gone 30795|Out of the wood-life and its wonders. 30795|And the heart of Wainamoinen, old and faithful, 30795|Leaped out from his lodge on to the green, 30795|And wailed, as he thought of his people's future, 30795|And the death-roll of his tribe, the Tears of Despair. 30795|On a wave of his white hands he wiped 30795|The tears of his heart and of his soul, 30795|And over the hills and far away 30795|Flamed the seven-pointed flag of his people. 30795|On the borders of Tuoni's pond 30795|Rose the seven hills of the tribe of Sero, 30795|On the summit seven spires of his people, 30795|On the borders rose seven temples and shrines, 30795|And three roofs were round about the fane 30795|Of that great magician, Wipunen, 30795|Whom the tribes of men called Wainamoinen. 30795|He, the famous and wise magician, 30795|Made seven magic doves, with beaks like eagles, 30795|And seven golden wings for wings, and taught them 30795|To fly with his name to the clouds and stars. 30795|Wainamoinen, old and faithful, 30795|Straightway left off labouring, and sat down 30795|On a rock by the river-mouth to muse, 30795|And sang a mournful ditty of magic, 30795|Words which a father may sing only with his dying; 30795|And at every word the old man wept. 30795|Then the great Wainamoinen, smiling, 30795|Whistled to himself the while he sat there, 30795|"O, the dovelets, the song-birds, and the thrushes, 30795|Shall all come back to me if I let them! 30795|For the bird of air, the raven, the black-bear, 30795|Will come to woo me, my pretty maiden!" 30795|He had called the song-birds, saying, "Let us fly to Yli-bors"; 30795|But they would not let him alone, for they were afraid. 30795|So he went to the depths of the rushing river, 30795|On his hands and knees, in great anguish, to find them, 30795|And he caught the black-bear, the raven, the dovelets, 30795|Caught them by the tail in his arms, with his claws; 30795|Till the bear and the raven were carried away, 30795|And the black-bear came sitting on a birch-tree; 30795|The dovelets rested on the river-banks, 30795|And the thrushes nestled where the rushes strew the meadows. 30795|Now the good, wise Wainamoinen, 30795|Cometh back to his own country, 30795|Of his own will and choice, he decides, 30795|Lest the ancient Wainamoinen, 30795|Old and faithful song-bird, should remain. 30795|Hearken how the black-bear, the crafty Raven, ======================================== SAMPLE 32760 ======================================== 9578|"O manhood! could I only know 9578|The love that once I had for thee, 9578|For my poor sister, Sappho! 9578|"Then might my life some gentler part 9578|In kindness reach, or gentler right, 9578|Even as a child might in need." 9578|In the old chapel of the college 9578|The ivied panel fronts the sky 9578|When the dome-curtains keep their place 9578|Low overhead, like wings of angels. 9578|Now dimly seen the platforms rise; 9578|Now more distinctly heard. Below 9578|The whirring saws swing and rotate, 9578|And the drill-shafts flash and crackle round, 9578|And the red sparks flickered to ashes on the walls. 9578|A moment on the step they look; 9578|Then, hushed in middle heaven, it seems 9578|As if a ghostly mist was stealing o'er 9578|Their warm white faces, drawing them back 9578|Unto one another like a pall 9578|And drawing down the long blue arch of their hair. 9578|How long ago I was! My mother 9578|Made me as young as I could stand 9578|On the white sash of my frock, 9578|And the tall blue-jay stabled me 9578|In her stable bright with spring-flowers. 9578|Then, too, my father, in his days 9578|Of wealth and pleasure, never had 9578|A bobolink for Christmas-time; 9578|But he thought it grand; and my mother, 9578|Who loved all children, thought it good 9578|To give them presents, blue-jay steed 9578|And little bird-cage green. 9578|And so I got, as I come now 9578|From school with my little kit, 9578|A blue-jay pony, wild and good, 9578|With two stout winged toys beside; 9578|And here, like some kind angel, I 9578|Wait, side by side with Love. 9578|But ah! my winter days are done; 9578|My new years take the shine; 9578|And so I wait, side by side 9578|With Death that's coming door. 9578|I am not here to-day. 9578|I came. No need for me to show to-night 9578|Those cruel, cruel eyes. 9578|For I myself would rather see 9578|The old gray wall look happy in the sun 9578|Than a sight that is strange and new. 9578|It is not right! 9578|You said you were not here to-day. 9578|I know, because I felt it first. 9578|You never were here. And yet the door 9578|was wide. I could enter at your side, 9578|And see you face to face. I could 9578|make your face the center of the room, 9578|The eye of all attention. 9578|You never were here. 9578|O, you knew! 9578|It was not very far away; 9578|And we knew somehow that you were not. 9578|No one could have known. 9578|How could we know that you were not with us? 9578|You are too beautiful to leave. 9578|That's all the world 9578|When there's a face between the palms 9578|Of these cold, sad, cruel hands, 9578|And a hand that holds a smile, 9578|And a laugh--a little laugh-- 9578|And a word, a touch, to cheer us, 9578|Or a flower, or a star of light? 9578|A little child, 9578|And they are aching to comfort it. 9578|O, so sweet. 9578|What, only a child between the palms? 9578|When they are strong it is clear 9578|That some dark mystery, hidden now 9578|Behind the windows of their dream, 9578|Is going on below. 9578|They don't know what to think: 9578|_The man who saw the angel of the manchurian, 9578|With his hands out back upon his shoulders, 9578 ======================================== SAMPLE 32770 ======================================== 42058|The great earth shook beneath my foot, 42058|In the first faint prick of the cold; 42058|But from my weary soul a light 42058|Shone out of the frozen woods. 42058|It is midnight now, but the deep, blue night 42058|Is shining o'er the frozen lake; 42058|And the white flies with flickering pinions float, 42058|A flutter of silent wings. 42058|They flicker down to the drowsy dead, 42058|As faint and white as the misty water, 42058|And the heart of the dreary lake grows warm 42058|With the love of the lost and the love of the cold! 42058|The hills are all wrapped in their summer glory, 42058|And the sun is in the blue, blue sky, 42058|And the clouds, like two strong steeds, creep slowly, 42058|And glide to the shore,--and rest. 42058|Ah! the world's great heart is breaking for thee, 42058|So tender, so wild! 42058|It was but a single flower that in the air 42058|Rose like a phantom of beauty that had flown, 42058|And grew to be so fair a thing, 42058|A phantom of beauty that would never die,-- 42058|A rose-tree tall and fair. 42058|But the world and its beauty, like a white-clad wind, 42058|That roves and blows, has brought their shadows near, 42058|And softly they come on thy beauty's feet, 42058|As loth to be found. 42058|And the white-robed wind of winter comes, and sings 42058|In thy beauty's ear her songs of snow: 42058|"Sleep, little flower! I wander far from home, 42058|But ever at my side 42058|"Haply some white-robed wind will whisper thee 42058|Of flowers that bloom in the forest of thy days, 42058|Of the ferns that hang above, 42058|"And the shadows that softly pass by thy gate, 42058|And the stars by night." 42058|So through the dim, lone night, 42058|With a pale, pale glory, thou art whispering love: 42058|Sleep, white flower! sweet love! 42058|Thy song is very sweet, 42058|Though seldom heard before the roses bloom. 42058|They are whispering all in tune, sweet eyes that glow 42058|In a mist of tender smiles, 42058|They are sighing in that sacred music-hall, 42058|That thou mayst never sorrow there again. 42058|Their music hall! in spring they would not fail: 42058|Ah! would they fail and die, 42058|They would not fail nor die! 42058|I think you will come to me, you white bird 42058|That say'st "Sleep, oh sleep" in a silver voice! 42058|And the joy of the sun and the fragrance and dew 42058|That gather, and gather, and gather in your hair-- 42058|Oh, all sweet things with laughter and song are there 42058|Till you are but a ghost in the song you sing. 42058|The world would rather see that white flower fall 42058|Than its wealth lie reeking in thy sadness o'er; 42058|But all the flowers are bright, you say, 42058|And there's a music in thy sad-heard sigh. 42058|The nightingales' song is sweet, 42058|And the roses are all one flower, 42058|But the birds--what wings are these? 42058|I cannot tell, 42058|And the leaves are full of light, 42058|And the nightingales are sweet, 42058|So--and so--but the world is full o' song, 42058|And the birds have no wings enough, 42058|And the roses are full of dew. 42058|Oh where is the greenest land, 42058|In the beautiful wide sea, 42058|As far as I can see? 42058|Nay, it is land where is springing a rose-- 42058|And where the first bird sings. 42058|The flowers like a thousand stalks 42058|Walk the meadows about; 42058|And the stars like a thousand bows 42058|Are ======================================== SAMPLE 32780 ======================================== 1365|The little boys go singing, 1365|To the nursery in the garden, 1365|To the school in the village, 1365|All the little girls go singing. 1365|I saw the little girls 1365|Playing in the meadow, 1365|With "Hark! how merry they are!" 1365|And "Hark! how merry they are!" 1365|And "Hark! how merry they are!" 1365|And "Hark! how merry they are!" 1365|I saw the little boys, 1365|With their bows all crooked, 1365|Humping their crutches, 1365|Talking nonsense all the day. 1365|I saw the little boys 1365|Trying to be pilots, 1365|To go up and down the winder. 1365|I saw the little girls 1365|With their bows all crooked, 1365|Humping their crutches, 1365|Talking nonsense all the day. 1365|When one was resting, 1365|Then she talked and said: 1365|"Dear me, here is life! 1365|Now give me beer and bread!" 1365|And the basket gave, 1365|And the boys gave bread, 1365|And the men gave drink,-- 1365|And, oh, the little girls and their toys! 1365|Trying to be pilots, 1365|To go up and down the winder. 1365|I saw the little boys, 1365|With their bows all crooked, 1365|Humping their crutches, 1365|Talking nonsense all the day. 1365|The little boys went 1365|To the school in the village; 1365|But what used they there? 1365|The good good schools in the village! 1365|They went to get good milk, 1365|And to learn the secret of good bread. 1365|"My mother has milk on the table! 1365|Why can't I go to the school in the village?" 1365|The little girls and their toys 1365|Plucked up their trees to go to the school in the village, 1365|To get good milk and good bread. 1365|And so it was that I was brought up in the village, 1365|In the school in the village,-- 1365|At the school in the village, the good good schools! 1365|There was not a boy of all the neighborhood, 1365|But said that he knew a lie from a surety, 1365|That he never had lied and would never lie, 1365|That he never would lie and would never lie, 1365|And there were some among the neighborhood that knew things about it. 1365|And we always laughed, and said,-- 1365|"There is not a boy of the neighborhood 1365|But says that he knows from a surety, 1365|That he never has lied and would never lie, 1365|That he never would lie and would never lie, 1365|And there were many among the neighborhood that said things about it." 1365|When I was six years old 1365|I was asked to go into England 1365|At a season when it suited me 1365|As a sailor on the seas. 1365|And I said, "I would go 1365|To be a sailor on the seas." 1365|I was asked then and there 1365|To stand up as a sailor on the seas. 1365|And I said, "There had better be 1365|A watch upon me when I go 1365|For a sailor on the seas." 1365|And I thought of Mrs. Pudding 1365|And her eyes were brimfull of tears. 1365|Then in came my grandfather, 1365|As a sailor on the seas. 1365|And I said, "If I go, 1365|I shall not feel the loss of self-control 1365|But be a sailor on the seas!" 1365|The great sea-fog, 1365|That rolls from the South, 1365|Upon the land and in the river, 1365|Like a shroud, 1365|Around the little harbor 1365|Breathes all its evil, 1365|With its damp, 1365|Its gross, death-air smell. 1365|The old men 1365|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 32790 ======================================== 1471|Is no more the sea! 1471|No more the sea is green, 1471|With its billows blue 1471|And foam-blown, 1471|Filled with wind and foam. 1471|I can taste again the sea, 1471|And sleep with it in my dream, 1471|All of the wind and the sea, 1471|And my love-dreams all of them! 1471|In my love-dreams all 1471|Of the wind and the sea, 1471|And my love-dreams all 1471|Of all other living things. 1471|Now, my own, 1471|I love thee, I love thee! Where 1471|By the sea I lie, nor 1471|The wind nor sea-wave may come near. 1471|Hers is the water, by the sea 1471|And where the sea's billows are and fill't, 1471|And by the sea-wave's whirls and throes; 1471|And the wind, and the sea-winds all 1471|Shall be there; to the heart of love. 1471|So, she, her love-dreams her own, 1471|And her wind-dreams her own, 1471|She loves thee, she loves thee! And her sea-dreams all 1471|Are of thee, for only in thee 1471|Is she, herself, love-made! 1471|She loves her love by the sea, 1471|And in wind-dreams sees 1471|Herself as a sea-wave,--to sleep. 1471|In this last hour of life, 1471|And when the soul's last tear 1471|Flows down its linnet wing 1471|In the last hour of that life, 1471|And when, as a linnet there, 1471|It flies to feed, 1471|And the wind's and the sea's 1471|Breathe in the sad last of that life-- 1471|If she sleep in thy love-dreams all 1471|Of the wind, and sea, and soul-- 1471|And she be not there, 1471|Till the last of all wind and sea 1471|Shall come, and breathe, and pass by, 1471|Then as she sees the last ray flash down 1471|Of the last ray, 1471|She'll wake to life and die! 1471|O, the sea! the sea! 1471|With a wild foam-flower's scent, and a sea-bewildering scent 1471|Of sea-scented things that swim with the sea; 1471|The sea-weed floating by on its scent-bed; 1471|The dolphin wrathy with its sense of the sea; 1471|The shark with its spray-mouth done for; 1471|The porpoise in his soaring tomb, 1471|And the wild-geese flocking and migrating over the snow; 1471|And the mariner with his anxious eyes 1471|That tremble, and glisten, and sink 1471|To watch a ghost of a ship as it speeds from the port; 1471|And the little leaves, that go 1471|Sudden and sudden, 1471|Out from their under-worlds and the fields of the plain; 1471|And the dim woods, like lancet's glass 1471|Pushing their shadows, 1471|Out of their hiding-places and the branches of trees; 1471|And the fawns, and the brown bees, and the butterflies, 1471|Coming 1471|Slow and ominous, 1471|And the first brown bee of the coming day; 1471|And the lily, and the rose 1471|With its breath of sweetness; 1471|And the dews that fall, and the glades that water; 1471|And the music of the sea, 1471|And the murmur of winds; 1471|And the misty hills, and the clouds, that go by,-- 1471|All these, and more and more, 1471|And the sea, and nothing, and all that is there; 1471|And ever, ever farther away-- 1471|Only a little farther, all of itself. 1471|And ever, farther away,-- 1471|I say, 14 ======================================== SAMPLE 32800 ======================================== 42058|And I shall come again, with all my men, 42058|To claim their pledge, though they be gone from me; 42058|I shall return, but not till Heaven grant 42058|I may come, and bear it with me over seas." 42058|He spake, and vanished through the lattice-gate; 42058|And from without there came a rustling sound 42058|As of gossamer wings on softest wing. 42058|Then from within the lattice-chamber came 42058|The Lord of all that gleamed beside the flame, 42058|And laid his hand on the lordly heart 42058|Of King Andromache, king of kings. 42058|"Lo, I this night," said he, "have sought my bliss! 42058|I came to thee to ransom from his wrath 42058|The White-arm dame whom all the world hath wed; 42058|Behold her still: do Thou this dower give-- 42058|Lo, my life-companion on this bier; 42058|Nay, do not, for my heart is faint with blisse! 42058|If Thou must needeth this to save thys, 42058|I charge this heart with all the sense of a thousand drums. 42058|"Take up my White-arm dame and mount her white-armed steed 42058|That once she rode: her white-armed steed it was 42058|Her herald's corse, and through the gates of Hell 42058|She charged her champion o'er her blood-stain'd sands. 42058|Her corse it was, her herald's corse, and through the gates 42058|She charged him o'er her blood-stain'd sands." 42058|But still he spake: and lo, from midst the flame, 42058|The Red-star led a mighty army forth, 42058|A fiery, stormy, warlike army, men 42058|Moved like a single heart's-blood'd victim. 42058|It was like one heart-blood'd victim to see 42058|Such scenes of slaughter in such cruel sort: 42058|Lo! when that soul's-heart saw my mistress lie 42058|All blood-besprent, all trembling through her hair 42058|And all her lovely eyes, a quivering thrill 42058|Shot up in gladness thro' her as in prayer. 42058|Her lover was beside her on the bier, 42058|Her lover's champion at her lover's side; 42058|And, lo! her herald the White-arm slew 42058|'Twixt her sweet lips a warrior, black of hue; 42058|It was the White-star led that fatal line: 42058|It was the Red-star led that fatal line. 42058|There lay the lady on the bier at rest 42058|On all the sands, where, on her knee, she died. 42058|But ere she died, the trumpet's sound was cloven 42058|All round the world; and all that heard the sound 42058|Shrank from the place where she had died outmost, 42058|For in that place where she was born was heard, 42058|And many a name and many a fame was shed, 42058|Of body and of blood, of murder and of rumour, 42058|From that day's tale of wonder on the world's wild-wild. 42058|And so, long after they had buried her 42058|There where the sands and sands together lay, 42058|And in the sea-tide many thousand winters 42058|Had rolled that weary world a dreary mound, 42058|And yet there rang from every sea-cave's mouth 42058|A distant barque that pined for her who died. 42058|And never knightly voice of herald or king 42058|Of porter or of governor, or of squire, 42058|No news of these our knights' adventures told, 42058|Though knights came forth from every land and town; 42058|But only, when she breathed her last, she died. 42058|They kept no list, nor did the bards who sung 42058|Of her, its cause, its mournful record, write; 42058|Yet still they say, when next the summer flowers 42058|Blossomed for them, she was fair as new-born. 42058|A lady ======================================== SAMPLE 32810 ======================================== 5186|Nevermore will I journey to Mana, 5186|To the fairest of the Mountains of Suomi: 5186|Far away am I my former journey, 5186|To the plains of Kalevala wandering; 5186|To the hut of the God that gives milk, 5186|Which holds the milk of richest flavor, 5186|Which God of thunder in the cloudlets 5186|Gave for Tamamo's son, the milk-provider. 5186|Nevermore will I journey to Mana, 5186|To the fairest of the Mountains of Suomi: 5186|Far away, all desolate, and seeking, 5186|I have wandered, I have lost my way!" 5186|From a tree-top gazed a shepherd, 5186|"Whither shall we take the shepherd?" 5186|Said the shepherd to the king-at-arms, 5186|These the words of the king-at-arms: 5186|"Go and seek a worthy candidate, 5186|That the shepherd may attend him, 5186|May attend the candidate faithfully, 5186|May attend the candidate's quest." 5186|Then the sturdy grappler of the mountains, 5186|Mighty Waub-Odanak's great master, 5186|O'er the tops of the escarpments rushed, 5186|Seeking for a worthy candidate, 5186|That the shepherd might attend him, 5186|Thus address the good, old Waub-Odanak: 5186|"Come, O Hyacinth, my two-leav-sold 5186|Clad candidate of the Mountains, 5186|Hasten, O my chosen candidate, 5186|Hither bring a better candidate, 5186|Then the jolly-loving Hyacinth 5186|Hastens on his journey homeward, 5186|Hastes along the valleys barren, 5186|Hastes by fasts, and thus addresseth: 5186|"Haste thee, Hyacinth, O Hyacinth, 5186|To the banquet-greeting of your master, 5186|To the service of the old matron!" 5186|Thus the good, old Waubalu answered: 5186|"Neither food, nor drink I crave in vain; 5186|None of life's goodly things is mine, 5186|None that can please my genial spirit, 5186|None that I care for in this harsh climate. 5186|No request I make of thee, O Hyacinth, 5186|Neither food, nor drink I crave in vain, 5186|Neither prayer, nor service, can please thee." 5186|Then the rugged Hyacinthorer, 5186|Hither, thither, wanderers of Manala, 5186|From each rock a clump of willows, 5186|From each wood a hollow tree-tree, 5186|Falls upon his field-feet like a shad-froze snail, 5186|But does not stop his rapid flight 5186|To capture snails of evil names, 5186|For this is the field of great prowess, 5186|And a field of mighty battle-rout. 5186|As the trunk of Hyacinthus, 5186|Stretched across his palisados, 5186|With the gnat of Hyacinthus fancies, 5186|Hapsirian race of evil frogs, 5186|In his arms a mancataro, 5186|In his back a blood-aggression 5186|Falls like rain upon the sugar-mountains. 5186|Thus the forest child of Evil, 5186|Evil Hyacinthus, filleth 5186|All the islands filled with caverns, 5186|Locks and clays within their waters. 5186|O'er the rock-bound lava cavern, 5186|Hither, swift as arrow shot, 5186|Hither bent, and hastened, running, 5186|Wandering wild and woefully hither, 5186|To the waters of Wainola, 5186|To the borders of the village; 5186|But the village-girl did not hear him, 5186|And did not his footsteps follow. 5186|In her palisade of birch-wood, 5186|In her seat of snowcuds, kettledades, 5186|In her rich attire of ======================================== SAMPLE 32820 ======================================== 1279|'Twas an ould, ossified wailing, 1279|'Twas a broken-hearted sigh, 1279|While a beggar-maid kneel'd to heal 1279|Her bleeding heart in yonder rill, 1279|That flow'd from the bank that grew 1279|'Twas a poor, dear, dear baby-faced girl 1279|(O sad! O, woe is me!) 1279|Wha lo'ed 'er, lo'er lo'ed best, 1279|For a poor old lover, lo'er lo'er lo'er lo'er lo'er lo'er lo'er lo'er hoarse 1279|Then, dearie, let me go! 1279|To tell a wight a lady lies, 1279|Wha thinks da only one o' life 1279|Her own deuver to name! 1279|The bonnie lassie 's the flower o' the woods, 1279|To the chariot she 's the queen; 1279|To the callant a charm is addled in, 1279|He fashions a braw new lassie, 1279|Yet in truth, da only one o' life, 1279|Her own deuver to name! 1279|I 've been behind the bonnie wheel o' a hazy glen, 1279|Tall woods, low mountain, wood, braid-grass, 1279|Gum-lough, wabster, hillian-carp, 1279|Roses, daisies, dew-falls, fern, 1279|Dunnock-bushel, dill-briar, aeons o' the fame she wore; 1279|A wilful, lonesome child she was, 1279|She sought the wicket, she was caught at the gate. 1279|Sae blithe was she, sae wilful, sae lucy, 1279|As, glinting in the sunbeam, 1279|Wi' the bonnie lassie a-glington amang the trees. 1279|She gaed ahing to the woodside to woo her bride, 1279|But aye fu' cheery was the silver-grey o' her e'e; 1279|For she weel knew, she weel knew, 1279|That the bonnie lassie was far, far away. 1279|She 's a lady now--a better fare 's nae near, 1279|She 's baith handsome and braw, she 's aye keekin' fu' fu'! 1279|And I 'll be a gude lammie, and keep ayein' her cheek! 1279|For I 'm a husband, if I win't, 1279|I 'll a hap o' ither gudes to try. 1279|It 's walth, whiles, my word and testament, 1279|And I 've gae nae fow, I can't gie much; 1279|But I 'll make a' my vows on't mysel' wed; 1279|For a' my days are but mair than a' their wi' the warl'! 1279|O, wae betide the betraying traitor, 1279|Wha leaves in luve's grasp the treach'rous dearie! 1279|O, wae on him wha dyes his barga'-ness 1279|Or durst sae blithe an' blythe o' leggie! 1279|O, wae on him that wha saul he cou'd-- 1279|It 's a' his daddie-side man that dies! 1279|Away wi' him when a' seems wearier, 1279|Or a' his midden-gounds gnaw'd asunder, 1279|An' a' the care o' sarks tatters an' reel'd 1279|That marked the careom man that drove; 1279|Or sifting through auld stock, like me an hoose, 1279|To get his share frae monie a wanton; 1279|Or if a throaty mite wi' his breath frae 't be spilt, 1279|Tho' his name was pressed frae 't by the gairdner; 1279|Ah ======================================== SAMPLE 32830 ======================================== 1279|And she's as lovely a lass as e'er was seen: 1279|For a' her looks and a' her graces, 1279|She's e'er an angel ready side by side. 1279|Aft hae I vantage'd haughs o' gowd, 1279|And ben this bonie, lovely lassie; 1279|Sae weel content'd, sae happy, free, 1279|We'st hae parted since our love began. 1279|But just now gloamin's gane, 1279|And we must drift awa'; 1279|The gowden green trees twine, 1279|I see her in my arms. 1279|O, had I wame or gar'd 1279|To steal the smile frae maids sae fair; 1279|Or steal the smile frae fools an' knaves, 1279|As slowly gloamin's gane! 1279|But fegs! they're sleepin' this night 1279|Between their hips; 1279|That ain't your guinea, 1279|An' gin ye be a frien'. 1279|Sae sair, sae dool, an' sair dooche, 1279|Tak that for a drink! 1279|I'll pay you a visitie, 1279|To-morn next week; 1279|A plot o' snawdrift, auld, braid snawdrift, 1279|An' a' for a kiss. 1279|I wat they 're owre fat, an' monyloo, 1279|A tod for a clog! 1279|And they're far sair to number, far saurur, 1279|For ae bonie bairn! 1279|Nay, I maunna lie--my sinfu' glee! 1279|And I dinna write; 1279|But, S'mock, if ye'll be so good, 1279|Ye 'll marry mae me. 1279|But gin you will, I 'll sing and I 'll dance, 1279|My mither's mickle pain, 1279|An' gi'e my heart for a love I hae, 1279|That's been forgot. 1279|Fareweel! my Johnny, fare theewe, 1279|Where thou wost, there is nae chance; 1279|For what d'ye care, for what d'ye dare? 1279|For what d'ye dare? 1279|There 's hope and peace for thee, Johnny, 1279|An' it may be a love mair rare. 1279|When a' the lave o' age is fled, 1279|Frae life's first throe we 'll say good-night; 1279|My souple 's gon amang the trees, 1279|And I'll be gaun out by yon quay. 1279|Oh! gie me my goudie mare, John, 1279|My mare that never grutcheth; 1279|She 's the loove o' my life to-night, 1279|An' I maun seek her abune the licht. 1279|Fareweel, Johnie, good-night, Johnie! 1279|I ken our humour 's fu' o' gude. 1279|Tho' we were fley'd o' undergrains, 1279|We maun daunder up a slice o' roast'r beef. 1279|If ony bird were heard on wood or brae, 1279|Ye 'd skipper naething to feed him; 1279|If ony beast were seen on greenkiste, 1279|Ye 'd leave him till another night. 1279|The night's aye our care, my lad, 1279|For I lo'e my han'kie leichman; 1279|An' whaur nor fire nor play, I guess, 1279|But keep the right on hand and wake! 1279|I canna sleep again, I hope, 1279|Till I tak the bed this night. 1279|I dreamt I met wi' dear old Landry there, 1279|An' he 's my ain auld wife wha's been sae ======================================== SAMPLE 32840 ======================================== 1727|and a large man-whip he placed with his strong hand on the ground. When this was done he sent for the 1727|sailing of Agamemnon, and having a man's grasp on either arm, he 1727|caught hold of the reins and kept going slowly, and he let fly with a 1727|long cry as though he caught a man's eye in flight. He cut the 1727|winds and sent them far in his power, and he let pass in the 1727|stream that ran far down the sea. I have heard that he took his name 1727|Dolius in honour of one who had conquered and burnt those that he 1727|had slain--for it is written, 'Men only live by the slaughter of 1727|God's creatures, not by the slaughter of the Lord.' 1727|"So long as Agamemnon cared for fighting, I think we all admired 1727|him, and he took my advice always, so far as his own experience allowed. 1727|But when we first sailed home, I say, the first thing on my mind was 1727|to see if I could find any ship or any people to take me by storm on 1727|the sea, for I thought I was the luckiest of all at that time. 1727|But we settled on the island of Corchalia, where men live in a 1727|mixed herd; but the island is hard for any ship to sail on: 1727|there are no good harbours any more in the isle--the people live 1727|over[v]underwater but live out of doors, and when a man goes up 1727|there his house is all in a ruin, for the sea takes it all away, 1727|and up there the house of the man is a ruin even if it is not 1727|discharged out of the body by the water; but the ship may go through 1727|with a chance to get in, and get off, because if they come back 1727|they can return and find the wreckage of their ship; but if 1727|they go back and make no noise, there is no reason to go to sea. 1727|There is a great cliff here in a little shipyard, and the ships are 1727|floating on their way over against their will. The people of the 1727|island are extremely wicked, and they take delight in killing the 1727|good folk; they take their money, but they do not know how to 1727|fill it; they eat manna, but they drink water from no man's 1727|vineyard--even so do they eat the flesh of men--they do not even 1727|fill their ships with food unless they pay a small fee; and 1727|they put their sons into all kinds of mischief, but their mother 1727|gives them the worst of them both--murder, rape, and adultery, 1727|all things that get men into the house. I myself have had my fair 1727|head cast into the mire from a well-capped tree, and my men set on 1727|me and killed me; but I was far better pleased if any of my men had 1727|killed a man with a single sword on my own land, instead of 1727|slaughtering any on the sea as here," and the others laughed as he 1727|said this, and I knew that they all laughed at me." 1727|While he was thus talking he noticed a ship, and lo, her mast fell 1727|into the sea, and her crew were all lying drowned in the wave, 1727|for she had tried to save one not yet born, and was all useless to 1727|her, for she could not swim, nor save him from the jaws of death. 1727|The suitors were amazed, and neither did they laugh at his 1727|speeches and his foresight, but rather all the more were in 1727|mad wonder at his foresight, for it was hard to persuade them 1727|to take note of such matters as these. At once they went on board 1727|their best ship, with the best men they could find, and took their 1727|way over the side. They landed in Ithaca and found the king and 1727|court upon the shore, and the palace and richly wrought furniture of 1727|toilets, seats, tables, and chairs, but the very finest clothes were 1727|worn by a girl about her time of going ======================================== SAMPLE 32850 ======================================== 2428|To see that the next morning, he had more than before. 2428|But if, by one law for all, he who's put to death 2428|Is put to death; if each man at the head of the state, 2428|Averring his own estate, is entitled to one, 2428|Or to the post of a council, or to the peerage; 2428|If a woman's got into the place of a husband, 2428|A man in his estate, a man in his inheritance, 2428|If the woman have nought that the man can possess, 2428|The more he's kept and the more he's sought and the more he's sought! 2428|If, too, we have said, "Good-fellowship be with all:" 2428|If 'tis given with it; if its first of the month, 2428|And last of the year, be with it; if its strength be ten; 2428|If it be by the hand of a parent or son; 2428|If it be by kin, or by kin by kin, the seven; 2428|If it be a trade for money, or for wages; 2428|If this and that, or this and a thousand other thing, 2428|(Things that cannot exchange, or be made to exchange) 2428|The bearer and the dues of a son-in-law is; 2428|If this be a gift, or in bond, or in trust, 2428|Then the thing it carries and holds is a bondman; 2428|If it be a loan and the term be only six, 2428|The bond is a man; if it be ten, ten is the standard. 2428|If by chance you should, perhaps, happen in Scotland 2428|To see a man whose fortune is made of his land, 2428|If for life, or to see, on his wife, or on his heir; 2428|The man or her will, or if heir-in-law be a slave: 2428|If a man of one hand is a creditor of a man, 2428|The other the better to the creditor is, 2428|For, whether he be son of a king or of a slave, 2428|The same are the same to one or the other. 2428|If a man's a debtor at all in a country town, 2428|In a palace, or in a house of a master, 2428|If the master be a debtor for the lady or man, 2428|In spite of the words that men speak, or the ways of the gods, 2428|The man is the better to own, for, whether dead, 2428|Or living, he's debtor to God and to man, 2428|But the lady if debtor are ever suspected, 2428|Away with God and man will be the lady's debtor, 2428|As the lady will say, "Heaven forgive him, I take him!" 2428|"And when shall I get home again?-- 2428|Shall I meet with a friend, or a foe, 2428|In a mirth or in a curseful strife?"-- 2428|This is the riddle of life: 2428|All men are born for some bad part, 2428|But some are born for better ends. 2428|Who would not be slaves, and serve, and rule, 2428|Or with his brother a tyrant's hand? 2428|Who would not like some ruinous toy, 2428|Yet love every kind of mischief? 2428|Who would not rise and rob the foe 2428|Of the power to check, or the means to save? 2428|Who would not be slaves, and serve, and rule, 2428|In a mirth or in a curseful strife? 2428|We who are slaves to sorrow goad 2428|The weaker subject to discontent? 2428|We who have made ourselves a prey 2428|Would butcher the soul by its control? 2428|We who in the name of happiness 2428|Are pined for liberty no less 2428|Than they of Italy have been, 2428|And more than Ireland or those countries have been! 2428|If we but give a voice to worth-- 2428|If we but call to mind the strife 2428|Of those who lived for liberty, 2428|And those who died for human rights, 2428|And those we hear such cheers for ======================================== SAMPLE 32860 ======================================== 1287|For love's tender joy, I'd make amends. 1287|My life with many sorrows fraught, 1287|Would be o'er with my sorrows thrown; 1287|But not for ever, as yet. 1287|But when I feel my life's-content 1287|In all dear things, all-breathful things. 1287|Then I'd seek the light, my God, and find-- 1287|What was once, is never, nigh. 1287|And I'd seek it, in His holy grove, 1287|The bird I love, the forest through, 1287|Or, on that mountain's crown, in Heaven. 1287|I'd wander round, the way I would, 1287|From wooded hill to woodland grot; 1287|But never for a longness-round, 1287|Would I, my Love, a home attain. 1287|If, when I'd find my life's best dear 1287|In all dear things, in all dear things. 1287|Then, when I'd reach the place, that's where 1287|My life with many sorrows lay; 1287|If yet, O my Love, on thee I saw 1287|A ray of happiness shine forth; 1287|Then for ever, and e'en for ever, 1287|I'd seek the light, my God, and find -- 1287|What was once, is never, nigh. 1287|I would have lived in that clear home 1287|Which, as through me, thou didst grace; 1287|From day to day, and month to month, 1287|We'd be together, my dear One, 1287|And, for all love, through all life's course, 1287|Would in thy life remain as light 1287|As life in thine was to the sun, 1287|In loving thyself, my Dear One. 1287|If thou wouldst leave me, I for thee 1287|Would make oblations large and many, 1287|And would, without a smile on me, 1287|Thy love, my Love, forever spend. 1287|That's the joy of life. When life's calm be 1287|And life's tumult cease within my breast, 1287|There, in death, my soul, thy love undying, 1287|Thou'dst not part me from thee, my dear one; 1287|For all that's good in all things shines here,-- 1287|All, which I love, which, which thou lov'st me, 1287|My life would feed on, would be the sum, 1287|My love-wrought life, of my dear one's life. 1287|In the day, in the night, in the day, 1287|There's nothing can move me away, 1287|All that I love, and all I prize, 1287|With thy love would stay with my heart. 1287|Ah! then with thy life so blest would be, 1287|When life and the night together wait, 1287|My sweet love's death should bring all bliss, 1287|My dear love's death, should break the spell, 1287|In the day, in the night, in the day, 1287|That binds me fast to my dear one's life. 1287|When, while I'm weeping his dying breath, 1287|The sweetest song my soul can frame 1287|Has the tear of love, but the pain 1287|Of pain never has any aching, 1287|The thought of a dream does never wake; 1287|As soon as his last breath does fall, 1287|As soon as the holy sprinkling red 1287|Doth cover the sweet cheeks of him, 1287|So tenderly their tears begin. 1287|Oh! think of the pain, 1287|That tears bring to mortals, 1287|With anguish. 1287|I tear with care 1287|Over the body, 1287|And, where'er on earth, 1287|Feel it, and never 1287|Fear to lay it 1287|On the altar stone. 1287|What do I care, 1287|When it is spent, 1287|Or in the earth, 1287|Or under earth? 1287|Oft in the night, 1287|Daylong I ======================================== SAMPLE 32870 ======================================== 18238|We are all of us a part, a part of us. 18238|We lie in the shadow of the things we love-- 18238|And the moon is like a shadow in the night; 18238|But we are men, each of us men and men, 18238|The same dear friend that we all know so well. 18238|A man is a man--a king, though a child. 18238|What the man is, the king will ever be. 18238|And the world, as it lies under our feet, 18238|Will seem only vaguely to our eyes 18238|And seem only vaguely to our memory 18238|When we are gone--if, after all, it have 18238|Aught of ours left in its place or its goal. 18238|But love grows in the heart, and grows in the brain, 18238|And leaves in the dust all that is best and fair 18238|And makes the world seem better, and we young! 18238|We are all of us a part. So let it be. 18238|With a heart grown young and a head hung warm! 18238|A boy grows up, and his soul is grown old; 18238|But the soul grows young because we were young; 18238|And the heart grows old because our souls were young. 18238|We are all of us a little, a little part. 18238|We're all of us boys! Because of this, 18238|We are all of us grown--we who were so young, 18238|So tired, so happy yesterday, 18238|With the world's life and laughter and glee. 18238|Ah, what a long, long walk, and a hard one too! 18238|We are all of us boys, I think. 18238|The years go by, we are very, very old, 18238|We are all of us grown; but the end is near 18238|The end, and the golden hour's at hand. 18238|The golden hour's at hand and the years will run 18238|To gold and silvery hair as they run. 18238|The end, and the joy that is come at last, 18238|Not a word of our elder word or speech. 18238|But just one breath of the wind and I know 18238|That I have walked the best of all among them, 18238|And only the best; for who is wise, after all, 18238|And can say whether the best's the worst of all? 18238|But I always knew that I knew best, but I never made 18238|A fuss about my knowledge, and this has made 18238|The most of me. If any one, in spite of all, 18238|Had asked me why I knew so much, I should have said: 18238|For my heart knew just as much as yours and yours, 18238|And I found, being just as wise as you, 18238|That I knew and cared and cared most for the well-trod 18238|Good name of wisdom, and nothing in it all. 18238|The world is full of good names-- 18238|Says a child, "Is it good for me?" 18238|Then you laugh and answer, "It's well for you-- 18238|For it says it's good for you." 18238|I can tell you all about it, 18238|The history of it, 18238|The story of it, 18238|The name and the epithet, 18238|The history of it. 18238|For I know all about it. 18238|But who is he that speaks 18238|Of him that speaks? 18238|That speaks of him that speaks 18238|In the world of men and of men? 18238|Who is to him that speaks of him 18238|That can not speak of him. 18238|I have never a name, 18238|And what does that avail me? 18238|I would try to make an end of him, 18238|For all the world can help, 18238|But who is there that can tell? 18238|It is so long ago, 18238|It is so far away, 18238|That it will be a week yet. 18238|The world of men and men, 18238|The years in the books, 18238|The words and the rhymes, 18238|Are but some copies, years ======================================== SAMPLE 32880 ======================================== 20|The God, as when he walk'd of old with thee, 20|I see, hath found thee also in thy work. 20|He lookd on me a while, then spake: All hail, 20|My son, and where art thou? I know not from whence 20|Thou comest, but from what region thither come. 20|From hence I know not, but from heaven, where flow 20|Pure Asiatic waters unimprov'd before. 20|Such fair Asiatic floods as these 20|No mortal inhabit, but by might of God 20|Pourd out into these clear and brimming streams 20|His provident providence. We with Asiat 20|Have far the northern bounds, and a wild band 20|Contiguous live, who unto these Southern bounds 20|Northward incline his climate, so named 20| because the Pole is thinn'd by the ice 20|Cultivated in that part by Heav'n far seen 20|Above all else, and because in those parts 20|The snow is rare. The other great confined 20|In Heav'n is the Arctic, bounded soore 20|By Heav'ns great winter, and the bitter frost 20|Condensed without cease in th'occasional 20|Tide, which from the North 'scapeth many a league 20|Of ice, and th' other land never receives. 20|These bounds we lessen still, and exercise 20|Ranger and Satrap, at our pleasure, slave 20|Or kill me if I fail in them of this. 20|But hear another speech, and ponder what 20|In silence it shall come: for already, 20|While I was on the high ice, the strong blast 20|Of the great mountain Sender came on me 20|With all his bulk, and northerne blowing Calm, 20|Save where now mine eye beheld him only, 20|His burthen only; for that both his wings 20|And three feet two were stoop'd on wings multifold. 20|He with his eye the living centre saw, 20|Straitway the middle, and the rest insecure 20|Stood surveying; then thus to the three steps appeer'd: 20|"Come forth how ye will, welcome to this rock. 20|How long since, giants, in this place at ease, 20|We played, and laughed together, while you slept? 20|These hands have wounded you; but since they say 20|We live, and labour no more, we devise 20|Together new houses for you, and make 20|You strong friends; you house with friends; all unkind, 20|Unkind, unkinderne: if then you want, come forth, 20|Friends and brothers are such as may ye kindle." 20|So saying he held his peace, they stood amazed 20|At such strange speeches, with high air the while 20|Auditing his kindness; on them he thus spake. 20|"Welcome, O welcome, to your high mountain cell 20|And your great habitation! This far away 20|Explorers of the river, who survey 20|Its fountains and its various fountains bright, 20|Its many-coloured fountains, 'mid whose vasts 20|Of green softness somniferous shade reclin'd, 20|They pause and admiring gaz'd, as I now did, 20|Upon the shining crystal fount which ran 20|Unto my feet; but I descried, far off, 20|From farther sail some sparkling waters throw, 20|That to my gladden'd eye did inward roll 20|More beautiful than Ymir clouded by the night. 20|Thus when thou hast despoil'd the world of light, 20|Darkness will disappear, and with it thine, 20|Thou Prince of Darkness, beauteous Darkness all, 20|All shadows; and thine own long since did cease 20|To be dark, when all the stars were put to flight, 20|And all the worlds that thou hast baptiz'd did burn. 20|When shalt thou be dust, and dust shalt thou return 20|Into old fields, and such fields to re-beget 20|New forms of men? Ye immortals, why change 20|Returning to this life, that from the dust 20|Nor through the fleshly room can ever enter? 20|The Jew thy salvation asks ======================================== SAMPLE 32890 ======================================== 1031|And as if we had no more 1031|To lose, we took our leave to pray 1031|They might abide till May. 1031|But one will never cease 1031|To wish, "Alas, too late! 1031|What if they never come again?" 1031|This is the rhyme 1031|Of the most gentle of maids of heaven; 1031|She left her native earth behind, 1031|To mount aloft among the stars. 1031|The stars themselves saw her not, but still 1031|She walked upon the rim of the skies, 1031|And from that hour, they look the same, 1031|One on each other from their station there. 1031|When I was in my teens, a lady here 1031|Made me some cakes and pies, which I ate, 1031|And every morsel, that I asked for, 1031|Gave some good delight, though it seemed none. 1031|I thought it such a pretty sight 1031|To see these little maids, so sweet, 1031|Cramming small morsels out of the pie, 1031|And devouring in such a merry way. 1031|I do remember, 'twas not long till then, 1031|And I did look upon those maids with pity. 1031|And, indeed, when I grew up and knew 1031|What pleasure there is in eating up all, 1031|I did not lack of good dowry 1031|For cakes to make me rich in that delightsome fare. 1031|How long the days were when, between the first 1031|And the latest frost, the cakes and pies and pies! 1031|They were fresh and crisp, and sweet, and square, 1031|All that a man could wish for, in those days. 1031|I heard at times a little voice cry, 1031|"It's now or never," as a man was dropped 1031|Right into the drain that never is drained again. 1031|I heard the frogs laugh 1031|In places that men had once trod, 1031|I heard the children's voices cry, 1031|"If only Peterkin could come, 1031|We'd rock him over to his farm, 1031|Where all his chickens might have pasture, 1031|And Peterkin might live to dine on cream." 1031|But Peterkin could never come, 1031|So all the children had to play; 1031|Nor could his head reach 1031|The cake-crust, and could never catch 1031|The crumb that led to a nice great mess. 1031|And still upon the morn in the kitchen, 1031|When I was but a boy, 1031|Little Maid Marian went and brought me 1031|The first slice of wedding cake, 1031|And on the kitchen table still I see 1031|The little maiden from Fairyland. 1151|The time I was born was the year eighty-four, 1151|There are more mornings than twice twenty 1151|I have to wait in line to sell my eggs, 1151|For more than fifty years 1151|The tavern says, a-tapping of gold, 1151|"We are the best in the city", 1151|But this is a tale of winter rain. 1151|The time was five hundred years ago, 1151|But they kept all the windows blue, 1151|And they stood in the door-way shadows white, 1151|That we all know by heart, I think, 1151|But this is a tale of spring rain. 1151|"Liz, what are you doing here? 1151|Look at the snow! 1151|And look at the fire!" 1151|The little boy, the little child, 1151|The first of the sheep at the pasture 1151|He looked at the snow. 1151|He looked at the fire. 1151|And his white flock came walking down, 1151|And he kissed the little boy, the little child 1151|The first of the sheep at the pasture. 1151|His white sheep looked at the snow 1151|And looked at the fire. 1151|And he shook his white sheepfold, 1151|And he cried, "I am waiting for the sheaves!" 1151|And his black sheep looked at the fire 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 32900 ======================================== 1054|"I'm at a window; and I'll speak with you, 1054|Or ere it's you I'm after." 1054|Then they went to the castle-court: 1054|And there the King of that land came out, 1054|With the lady Fair Mary. 1054|He was come to the window, in hopes 1054|That the stranger might wish him his ware; 1054|But he saw the lady Fair Mary, 1054|Sitting in the window. 1054|"Oh, tell me, fair lady," said the King, 1054|"Shall I come in to you, Mary?" 1054|"I will be your servant in the morn, 1054|With a silver sword in case of need!" 1054|The King he went to the chamber where 1054|Was her chamberlain, Gifford Montgomery; 1054|He took one look and he left the door, 1054|And never came back again. 1054|"Why didst ever that lady leave home, 1054|Where they loved so?" 1054|"Oh, she was of a galliant birth, 1054|And she loved one raught; 1054|But the galliant birth was soon sheld, 1054|By her true hand was loosed. 1054|"Oh, I see you were never true to me, 1054|And your heart was always welkin; 1054|But this night ye're a traitor to us, 1054|And a traitor to you! 1054|"Oh, I see that your mother is gilt, 1054|Your brother's slain, 1054|And your father's in the tower's hold, 1054|But, oh, they are not true! 1054|"Come, my mother dear, and bid good night, 1054|And bid good morrow, 1054|And bid me go back to your bed, 1054|And tell good-by to my dear!" 1054|"Then it shall not be done," said Mary, 1054|"Until good morrow, 1054|And we pray you come to the tower, 1054|And tell good-by to my dear." 1054|They set out in a band, with a cry, 1054|And a shriek, to the castle-hall, 1054|And there they were heard no more! 1054|From Skelton to Havant, from Brundish banks, 1054|By land and by water, 1054|From the river Tweed, to the mouth of Tweed, 1054|From Shoreham hills, to the Scillion down, 1054|In a body, with news to sell 1054|From Tewkesmere's castles grim, 1054|From Shoreham churchyard, where the bones of Ned 1054|Razor-sharp were seen; 1054|From the field of Redhill's hills, 1054|From the banks of the Mona, 1054|From the field of Redhill's rills 1054|And the morrice's bank, 1054|From the fields of Lendoweth on the Tweed 1054|And from Strathspey beach; 1054|And to Aldebaran, the road that leads 1054|To the realms of Richard the First, 1054|From the fields of Redhill's ridges bare 1054|To the road that is in a blee. 1054|From the heights of Ochtertys-wood 1054|They heard the shout of a throng, 1054|Which seemed to heighten and swell 1054|All the depth of his soul, 1054|For he said in his heart, "Ye'll bring us three 1054|To the house of the King!" 1054|And his brother his shoulder did feel, 1054|And his sister his hand-in-hand, 1054|With their spears well-bristled, 1054|And with their swords they doered, 1054|For they'd never fail for the fight. 1054|"And the third," said he, "Will never stand in the way 1054|Of your homes and your children; 1054|On the sword of a King is their pledge, 1054|By the blood of a Richard, 1054|That his life and his name shall be said in the end, 1054|For they were his footmen, 1054|His men in ======================================== SAMPLE 32910 ======================================== 28375|For love. 28375|I am of thy great affection. 28375|In the time and place 28375|When thou first wouldst agree, I then 28375|When first against thy will would go 28375|To be with thee; or if so, 28375|That thou couldst then--with thy consent-- 28375|Be content to live without 28375|To be with me again. 28375|I make no claim to any grace 28375|Of God's holy angels here: 28375|A slow, quiet, silent dame, 28375|Fully she deserves my love, 28375|And I do love her for that. 28375|Yet as I love my soft dear wife, 28375|And do but well content to be, 28375|I see no sense in thee not being here. 28375|Happiness is so divided 28375|'Tis hard to tell you which I am; 28375|But Fortune had beste hold by me, 28375|And only let her bring her toy 28375|If that thou wilt. 28375|But if that thine--as I believe-- 28375|Or Nature's ways thou bearest dear, 28375|Why should I not goe, like the devil, 28375|And take a train to see thee more? 28375|Or rather if thou still art with me, 28375|Hence with the spirit that's with thee too-- 28375|I am but one, but in the body-- 28375|And I shall not be seen. 28375|_Habeas Corpus!_--But this is no time: yet thou 28375|Wilt have a care. These dreary hours of woe 28375|Make thee less miserable than I am; 28375|And when I write, thy sighs will scarce be heard, 28375|Or else my sighs will scarce reply. But come-- 28375|The night is falling: 28375|The sky in slumber, and in silence 28375|The winds sing like a church in holy peace. 28375|'Tis time to be ashamed of my ill-do; 28375|Time's frowning eye doth lighten all my bale. 28375|My sins are no more, I am quite at rest, 28375|And am alone with my sad soul in God. 28375|There, then, we'll sit; let's be off! Time is blowing! 28375|'Tis time to be ashamed of my miserie. 28375|And now I'm ready!--I'll--paint--some of thee! 28375|I'll paint thy cheeks, thy brow, thy eyelids, too-- 28375|But first, I'll take a little glass, and draw 28375|The colours by which those cheeks and my eyes 28375|Are painted, and how the darkness is passed. 28375|Let's see--if there's on thee no shame, yet scorn, 28375|There's on't but a few drops of thy tears 28375|Will make thy bosom's own--I'd rather be 28375|A swain, than thee a wretched vagrant! 28375|Thou hast no cause, then, to reproach me now, 28375|Nor for this a cause to blame me hereafter. 28375|So, to the glass!--and there's this--(thou'rt glad 28375|To see thy grief's example follow'd o'er) 28375|That, when I painted thus thy cheeks and eyes, 28375|None could look just the same. For I can show 28375|Your blush, your tear, when I the same make out: 28375|And I can draw no other but so bright 28375|As that which first I paint, in all thy face. 28375|_Habeas Corpus!_ 28375|_Tuque, tibi, hospes!_ 28375|I am a dead and void man; 28375|Yet in these last extremities I live, 28375|To live I have a hope; yet, let it be 28375|I should still live: this is my sole desire. 28375|What then have I to do with thee--and thee 28375|With all this world? yet, while I must live, 28375|That thou may'st have this life also, and show 28375|Her nature, grace, and life unto me: 28375|I do for thee, ======================================== SAMPLE 32920 ======================================== 1008|from the two shores of Italy and the adjoining 1008|country. They, fleeing from the fury of Mars, had left 1008|their vessel in a cove and been gone a league or two 1008|when they came into a ravine, and there for a while 1008|were struggling desperately 'twixt the bank and the precipice. 1008|As souls are wont at times ere they proceed to do battle 1008|with their foes, so now they were struggling desperately 1008|twisting the belted pikes, when suddenly both fell 1008|headlong down from the crag into the waves. One rolled 1008|swiftly downwards, one ran aground, and in the flume 1008|rushed ever on the left, where the strong current had 1008|been in his favour. Little of the former I 1008|can give you, much less of the latter; but I can 1008|only tell you what I heard and see. The war-whoop 1008|was loudly ringing through the dismal air, and the foremost 1008|man thus cried:- "O my guides! be ye not amazed at my 1008|language? I never was accused of being in haste, but my 1008|feet were languid and my strength was low. I had not been 1008|running two miles when I caught sight of him who had gone 1008|thrice through the skirmish with the Moors. The hot battle 1008|between the Moors and the Celts of the older date. The 1008|battle of Fontenoy." I heard him thus addressing the 1008|pilots, and I saw their faces, not far off, when I 1008|turned me to the Blessed Spirits. Beatrice came at the 1008|touch of my face, and my fellow-suffering with her helped me 1008|by the help of slowing down our agony. Her words 1008|satisfied me, and were by no means unconscious, till at 1008|last, when she had almost finished, she cried to 1008|Christ: "O my brother!" after which she closed her eyes. 1008|When the great sign had made its appearance, the third circle 1008|began to wheel round, and, with it, the eighth sphere, all 1008|fair and pleasant, all blissful and celestial, which, 1008|manifested itself, in a most noble manner on me. 1008|ascending, it was accompanied with the most gentle music. 1008|ascending, it was accompanied with voices so sweet and so 1008|lucid, that could but the ear beguile of such a deity? 1008|afterwards complete itself by the association of so great a 1008|divinity with this most sacred and fitting deity? the 1008|afterwards complete itself by the association of so 1008|blessed and virtuous with so much fulness of piety? and 1008|afterwards consummate it by the marriage of a devil and a 1008|noble wife? these are all the arguments of ignorance, 1008|which, to make good their fall, must needs resort to the power 1008|of good." Thus spake Beatrice; and my master, as kinder 1008|than he seems, and with courtesy more predominant, 1008|grant that which my Lady ordered. Then, for a space, 1008|weeping was relinquished, and each took up fresh thoughts 1008|of her late lord. "Perchance," said he, "your tears have 1008|distracted him slightly, and he likes it that way. 1008|The world is so full of repetitions, and the pleas 1008|full many times tell of what my mind recks not. See how 1008|Cupid awaits Antigone in a solemn garden; how 1008|Hippolytus suppers on a strawberry; and how 1008|Gyneura in a crowd is trailed by many a plant: 1008|so that it seems good to have listened to one's mistress." 1008|Upon those words Happy was my attention fix'd, and 1008|through the living breathed sweetness. In front of him 1008|I saw a mighty mass of boughs, of stately form and large, 1008|bellumplex, in presence all, of fair Ganymede. 1008|Each vine gall-root ======================================== SAMPLE 32930 ======================================== 1287|Where the sweet-scented meadow-spray 1287|Was poured in a golden cup. 1287|The wreath I've wreathed round my forehead, 1287|That sweetly the fragrant rose 1287|Had wreaths of its own, 1287|So thou, O fair and radiant! 1287|Shouldst the golden cup of gladness 1287|Be worn as a crown; 1287|And the wine itself, 1287|Of its own purity, 1287|As the crown of an aged man. 1287|If we drink to our brother-wine, 1287|The sun's light makes our cup of bliss, 1287|The moon's light makes the draught divine! 1287|While our own is unheeded, 1287|And the day-dawn's coming, 1287|With no thirsting after, 1287|And no wanting thirsting, 1287|With no thirsty feeling, 1287|And no thirsty lips. 1287|The cup of a friend of thine 1287|I've poured into thy hand, 1287|And gladly I've yielded back 1287|The draught from my own: 1287|And thou givest me, 1287|And gladly I've thanked thee, 1287|And gladly I've been thankful, 1287|And blest me alone-- 1287|But, O thou blest, blest lover! 1287|I thank thee. I know thee, yet, 1287|As one who only knows his own, 1287|A perfect stranger to another's charms, 1287|And not a hero! 1287|Thou hast come to give to me, 1287|This cup, a life-companion; 1287|And to-night thou lovest me, 1287|And thou lovest at heart. 1287|Thou gav'st my kiss a friend like thee, 1287|And, O heart-waking friend of mine! 1287|Thou gav'st me life of my own: 1287|With joy I've drunk of the draught, 1287|And I'm glad, and I'm glad, 1287|It is sweet to live and die 1287|With good friends at heart. 1287|The night is growing late! 1287|Come, join with me 1287|In the dance of the night! 1287|Dance to the chorusses, 1287|The night is growing late! 1287|Bid to-morrow 1287|The morn break. 1287|Dance the night. 1287|The dawn breaks. 1287|How beautiful is morning! 1287|In the morning, 1287|In the morning, 1287|In the morning, 1287|Spring and dusk! 1287|The morning is young! 1287|Hear the song of the spring! 1287|The morning is young! 1287|And the lark, 1287|The lark, 1287|Is singing at the top. 1287|The mower, 1287|The mower, 1287|The mower, 1287|The mower, 1287|Thrush, green, green, 1287|The kingfisher's in the dell. 1287|O'erhead the sun, 1287|Loudly shine! 1287|Hear the song of the kingfisher! 1287|The kingfisher, 1287|The kingfisher, 1287|The kingfisher, 1287|The kingfisher, 1287|The kingfisher, 1287|Loudly sing! 1287|The mower 1287|The mower, 1287|The mower, 1287|The mower! 1287|Lark, kingfisher, kingfisher! 1287|How beautiful is morning! 1287|In the morning 1287|In the morning, 1287|In the morning, 1287|Thrush, kingfisher, kingfisher! 1287|The birchen diadem 1287|Dwells in the rose's bloom, 1287|And sweeter, fairer, fairest! 1287|The bird is not at rest! 1287|The rose is not in flower! 1287|It doth the bird surprise, ======================================== SAMPLE 32940 ======================================== 18500|Thou fliest like the birdies on the wing, 18500|But I--who like to live at low e'en; 18500|And, to my sorrow, must love a change! 18500|While all the world, like Captain Blackwood, 18500|'S in a fury, while the mob is slackin', 18500|I can tak' my chance o' the muckle-man, 18500|And mak' him waiter in the galley-stall. 18500|O that was Famine that which brought sorrow 18500|Upon thy guid finger! 18500|Thy woes, wi' envy and wi' envy! 18500|Thou lov'st thy fortune: then thy lot is lightnin'. 18500|There's drunk as black as Hell, an' screeken'! 18500|I'm sober as sober can be, 18500|And I mak' my cheery music 18500|To cheer thy spirits! 18500|Chorus.--_Mary's Mocking 18500|There was a bonnie barberry bush, 18500|There was a buskit green o' roses, 18500|That wove and weft the bodice plaid, 18500|Which deck'd the ringlets of her e'e: 18500|There stood an ivied pewit cock, 18500|And a wee bit rooan in the creuks; 18500|There rosy hare in a roguish ring 18500|Faun to the charmer ha'd a tongue; 18500|And in a frowsy dance had won the crown, 18500|For fickle e'en anither way. 18500|The bonnie barberry bush, and buskit green o' roses; 18500|And there stood an ivied pewit cock, 18500|And a wee bit rooan in the creuks, 18500|That faun to the charmer ha'd a tongue: 18500|And he was a bonnie cock-- 18500|But I, my dear, 18500|My heart's truest lover, 18500|A braver bee, a bonnie barberry bush, 18500|I'll wed thee, 18500|And wed thee-- 18500|I have been a good girl, &c. 18500|There was an Earl of Wodenstone, 18500|He had a wife so fair and rare, 18500|That it pleased even royal Charles 18500|To see her in his train. 18500|She sat at home in her ancestral bowers, 18500|The fairest damsel that e'er did dance, 18500|Her face and form were spotless pure, 18500|And, for her worth, was incomparable, 18500|And by them there was none lovelier, 18500|Then the Earl of Wodenstone 18500|He had a wife so fair, 18500|And it was mighty well known what art 18500|The Earl of Wodenstone could do. 18500|There was a young Lord Clifford, 18500|A noble youth, and fair of limb, 18500|There was a young Lord Clifford 18500|By whom all young lords 18500|Were held in higher esteem 18500|Than maid or widow that e'er was seen 18500|'Twas he, and he alone, 18500|Saw her, whom he ne'er could meet 18500|'Mang his own dear Margaret, 18500|That day and night, to weep or smile. 18500|He saw her, like a star apart; 18500|'Twas hard to get his mind on her: 18500|He had a heart full old of Margaret's sin, 18500|And would not be impell'd so: 18500|"Aye, ma'am, I am thy high nephew, 18500|'Tis true I do beseech you; 18500|And next of kin, if they admire you, 18500|My second born, you have them,-- 18500|They ne'er was known of Margaret-- 18500|Sic game, I'd play before you." 18500|His wife was furious with him, 18500|Aye weeping the day and night; 18500|They took him up at his father's palace, 18500|At his father's there to lie. 18500|An hundred men there were sitting round ======================================== SAMPLE 32950 ======================================== 1365|He had no heart for battle, no 1365|Heart to be sick at the thought of it, 1365|Only his will was law and purpose. 1365|He was not ill-content with his lot, 1365|He would do as he ought by Heaven, 1365|And not what he thought was right and true, 1365|But what was just. He was ever ready 1365|To stand the best of his fellow-men, 1365|To strike down the beast that threatened man, 1365|And that was the case when it came 1365|To a fight between his friend and himself. 1365|But when the fight was ended at last, 1365|And the victor had fled to his home 1365|And the loser was forced to endure 1365|What every man ought to be ashamed 1365|Of and not be proud of! 1365|He was not so well pleased with his lot, 1365|He was not content with being slain, 1365|He had to contend with his prize 1365|Until he was forced to take it, 1365|I mean he had to use it 1365|For which he had fought and won his fight. 1365|Then the first thing that he saw in his mind 1365|Was the loss of his friend and fellow-warrior; 1365|Yet this he did with his utmost good will, 1365|He fought on with determination 1365|Till there was none to trouble or trouble; 1365|For no good he could give as he thought, 1365|No aid could he give the like of him thinking. 1365|When at last the prize was taken away, 1365|And for some time no one saw it, 1365|He gathered it up and put it in sight, 1365|To say to God he had won it 1365|That way it would go on to the last battle. 1365|So again and again, in the heat 1365|Of the combat, he had made a sign 1365|That should tell men who did him wrong, 1365|That in the end it should not go to waste 1365|And should be won by the valiant one winning! 1365|But when it came to a point at last, 1365|Where a blow might be struck, all the while 1365|He was speaking his passion aloud, 1365|He thought of the fate of the man being spoke. 1365|So he took up the prize and said to him, 1365|This time, though it was very heavy, 1365|It was not for nothing; 1365|For it was not only the win he sought 1365|But his friend's win, which now did seem 1365|More precious to him, 1365|Even as his prize when he laid it down, 1365|When he laid nothing low before him. 1365|Ah! would God he had never beheld 1365|How it came about this noble youth 1365|Must have been more fortunate boy 1365|Than even one of ten thousand! 1365|For this I will say, and lay the whole 1365|Unity of Righteousness before thee, 1365|Since it shows him that he who can win 1365|A prize of such weight 1365|As this he was destined to lose, 1365|Of a truth, if he lose at all, 1365|Is the only one 1365|Who can rid the world of its sins! 1365|The old song, "All's well that ends well," 1365|Sings on, the days are gone 1365|In the long, long-ago; 1365|The little girls have all grown up, 1365|And all the children know 1365|How the old time was sweet and fair, 1365|A-quarreling, and a flower 1365|For the gay young fool, 1365|And when the time is over, and you pass 1365|The old time through again! 1365|And you and I have walked together 1365|In the gardens of the mead, 1365|And the time to be old is brief, 1365|And the flowers are new. 1365|We must be old to meet and understand 1365|The sudden change, 1365|And there will be a new song, and we 1365|Must pass the old time. 1365|But in the old time now we go ======================================== SAMPLE 32960 ======================================== 1745|Of one at once whom heav'n, and she, and all 1745|Her Angels did despise, and to the Pit 1745|Came, with the lictors ten; and over all 1745|The face of hell they cast, and to the seat 1745|Of his dread Council him confined. 1745|Thus far the talk was of the latter Spirits 1745|Farr unperplex'd, but the suborcraft 1745|Of Satan still preoccup'd, and thus 1745|Spoke. O grandsire of the Wars, Adversary 1745|Of righteous and unjust, farr off I flew 1745|To study the works of God, the how and why 1745|Of things both visible and yet unseen, 1745|The motion continuous and continuous, 1745|The greater through inconstant, and the less 1745|Through passion and all actions volant; 1745|And whether on earth, on high, on sea, 1745|In constant view still inquir'd, What is it? 1745|Whether the infinite good, the bad, the best, 1745|Adverse to themselves and to their works, 1745|The ambiguous through accident 1745|Turn'd into something unnecessary, 1745|Or through diversity that is intrinsic 1745|To substance, and partake their parts at last 1745|As Substance and Abs and Earthen weigh; 1745|Or whether free and strong and bounteous Heav'n 1745|Be our portion, and to us His grace 1745|Giv'n as the beginning and the end 1745|Of all our honour, doing, good or bad, 1745|His glory or His shame; whether lowly we 1745|Subject to bow'rs and grates, or shine above 1745|Chief Judge and just with Judge to solve all ills 1745|And lastly, root out Grievous and heavy Sins 1745|(Whose score is tenements in the scales) 1745|All these have been, as Paul hath declared, 1745|On the earth under the skies. And these describe 1745|Each in acrost of the heavens, how they fared 1745|After the shadow of the Fall, and what 1745|Their places, and what pains they bore, and what 1745|Their various animosities and fames; 1745|Till to the substance human by many names 1745|Chew the sweet sunshine of their Millennial date. 1745|Whereto with act and speech the creature spake: 1745|"All these things, high sublunar orb of day, 1745|Explain, as thou above the membr Aery joined 1745|Of Morningory hast dungy and unrolled 1745|With act and speech my visionary roome: 1745|But summe as thou with act and speech'st this low 1745|Dim being from the substance dark withdrawn, 1745|Speech unto thy part comprehends Himself. 1745|The substance, naked of all redeeming faines, 1745|And streit nigh unto heav'n uptoreth all, 1745|Soooth'd with monie a grief which He, the helmed, 1745|On monie a misery which rests not calls, 1745|And which the frailtie of our frailtie leaves 1745|T' enrich eternall brightnes and prosperites. 1745|Here do the visions of the Mind, high Priests 1745|Grow ambious, here the visions of the Body, 1745|The Mind which moves, and gives sense to Singers, 1745|Mightier than their op'ning virtutes and moovities, 1745|Lift high hands to God, the Sovran Sire, 1745|But to reject him is as disputing truth. 1745|Here are the Senses, and here the Visiones, 1745|The Subtlety, and the Beauty, and the Poets, 1745|Their various animosities and fames, 1745|Their various pains, their various rev'rendeires, 1745|Their various spectagmons and various sins, 1745|With what results, what just results, from them, 1745|(What one just man attraves to another kind) 1745|All this is one, all that is, and all that is not; 1745|And all Man is but one, and all that lives, 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 32970 ======================================== 1279|The ranting of a furious steed, 1279|I saw the clashing of the horns 1279|And the fair lady bending low. 1279|But never on that dark-ribb'd crag, 1279|Or by the wintry hill's side, 1279|Excel'd I my gallant Scott, 1279|For never had he met with grace; 1279|I oft had thought him a cold, 1279|Tempestuous bore, he was stern, 1279|And could not brook another. 1279|To these bright words that I so loved, 1279|I fondly sent them away, 1279|And now, on earth, they wear the light 1279|Which they left me on the surge; 1279|My hopes of heaven,--a crown to wear. 1279|Then, if thou to me art kind, 1279|Kind in thyself thou wilt be; 1279|And may thy bower to-morrow see 1279|The happy sons of thee! 1279|The cheerful waves of Ettrick-stream! 1279|'Till evening wake thy haunting song, 1279|The cottage on the beechwood'd hill, 1279|And scatter flowers, and hear thee call 1279|Back to thy darling Irish home 1279|The lassie from beneath the rock! 1279|She comes once more wi' her white locks hoar, 1279|And brings to thee, wi' genial frown, 1279|The solemn story of her vow, 1279|That thou should'st wander on the height, 1279|Sae wert thou on thy bended knee. 1279|Wi' cheerful face and easy speech, 1279|I 'll tell thee how I lost my wits, 1279|At daw's ing'gin; and I confess 1279|I rueing day and night the while, 1279|I wished I was a farmer's wife! 1279|But could not budge an inch the high, 1279|Adam-hating, birdie sae fleet. 1279|I luv'd her sae, and she luv'd me; 1279|And, O, how fondly we were mated! 1279|I wish I was a farmer's wife! 1279|Our hearts were sae attach'd atween, 1279|I wish I was a farmer's wife! 1279|Her eyes are sae blue, as the eiders are; 1279|Her hair is a' braw ina lawn; 1279|She hails the birken braes and fair stane, 1279|Away owre the furze, 1279|Away owre the furze, 1279|And west and east frae the mountain brae, 1279|And the braes and furze, 1279|And the furze, 1279|And the mountain-braes that are ever clear, 1279|And the hill a' keene, 1279|Afar owre the furze, 1279|Faint and far frae the furze, 1279|Are afar owre the furze, 1279|Are afar owre the furze, 1279|And the mountain hails the furze, 1279|Afar owre the furze-- 1279|Afar owre the furze. 1279|She's the lass I loe best; 1279|Gin she's got me I will dee! 1279|I 'll gang to her ha; 1279|And gin I canna get her to kiss me, 1279|I 'll dee. 1279|And yowan my love is gane, 1279|I wadna gie her away, 1279|For I canna get her to gang wi' me, 1279|If I 'm lost and sair. 1279|O, gin she were but at my bower, 1279|And ye left me my Nancy; 1279|O, gin she were but at my bower, 1279|An unco light I were; 1279|I 'd gang to her ha, 1279|And gang to her ha, 1279|And gin ye were but at my bower, 1279|Ye 'd gang to her ha! 1279|O, the blude on her fere! 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 32980 ======================================== 615|To help the boldest, and in place of a man 615|A monster's form, of strength and cowardice, 615|His courage lacked; of whom 'twas said that none 615|Had power to touch the hero, in whom, in fight 615|As well of old, the pagan's wrath was stirred. 615|"And to the king the dame bespeaks her need 615|Of him, who, by a woman's guile and guile, 615|Hath nigh broken her accustomed throne, and, now 615|Achilles' offspring, of its power has sold: 615|"Of whom 'twas said he would a league or more 615|Rally his troops, and win her from the foe. 615|He will not, I say, that very day prevail, 615|But, with a thousand spears, against ten years' end, 615|The mighty king will hew his way; and he 615|Will be without a doubt that will be done 615|Ere day shall shine upon the sun's return. 615|"That champion, whose a hundred years of age, 615|In sooth, have not preserved him, will proclaim 615|So soon as he shall hear some messenger 615|Deliver news, whereof the valiant old 615|Is now the tidings. From a land afar, 615|Rinaldo, he shall find, with arms and gear 615|Of the great army, and with many knights 615|Of whose renown he hath in hope to see, 615|The march of the Franks, and who shall guide the host 615|And who shall be his leader." 615|This said, 615|-- Like an elephant by the lash is gone, whose hide 615|The swain holds closed, who has the damsel lured to 615|The forest, and who is not more wise, -- the dame 615|Into the forest, that she had not seen 615|Until to the swift-footed knight her sire, 615|By whom so seldom things, as now to see, 615|Are marvelling, left the little forest-port, 615|So much the maid has been deceived, and sees 615|Orlando and the rest in vain advance 615|The lady's hand, the valiant warrior best, 615|But with his spear and sword in such confusion stied, 615|They knew not whither he had fled. Of all 615|That were in that dark land, none had he heard, 615|Who the false messenger had from the rest 615|Of the Franks' marshalled, or who had seen again 615|The lady, in that forest far remote, 615|Where she in secret had lied. Nor had he known 615|From whence the messenger had issued forth, 615|But that the courser by the will of Fable 615|Had been so fashioned of a mighty king; 615|Nor that the rider was from Spain, nor whence, 615|To tell him where such a monarch might be 615|By his cavalier would be sufficient lore; 615|And, if indeed he were from Spain and Greece, 615|As old Proteus said, he had to chase 615|The boars and wild-beasts in the mountains far. 615|His horse and rider left to him is none. 615|Who of the two or three is left, in sooth 615|Is nothing, save those people who pursue. 615|"These are his brethren, he is to his aid," 615|And that good dame who had her counsel nought, 615|That other's sword, as well as his, was fain 615|That she might take what rest he might demand. 615|With this, as is his wont, his brother's friend 615|He urged before many to the fight; and well 615|Mennes and Ferrau, and many others urged. 615|"Hence, therefore (siruel, as in haste I pray) 615|Here, with the ladies, all that here are bred, 615|And all that can, in haste, to succour you, 615|At your entreaty unto your champion, tell, 615|Who with the Franks is hidden, or that live, 615|To join your cause; and, as your counsel wills, 615|Myself, and all the other who with you contend, 615|Will hither haste." With the good dame's advice 615|He brings; but with less hast than with their pain 615|Whelm that knight of Spain's deceit ======================================== SAMPLE 32990 ======================================== 1745|But to that Soth his selfe, his good firie doth conspire, 1745|And as a shield of iron doth both front and correccn, 1745|As all his self did Hielop the heepe onely see, 1745|And from his owne owne selfe hee would to that be wroke, 1745|Or to an enemye all stoutlie doe flee; 1745|So his selfe, which that was nought, to make it more clear, 1745|Did all his owne self the same endeavour to doe. 1745|But he that in all things was most worthie was, 1745|That on his selfe would other to all apply, 1745|For in his selfe him list most vertuous to beie, 1745|In th' Art, in politics, in warre, and alwaies, 1745|Which all the worlde alsoe admyers and admires; 1745|He was the freend of whom all th' nations ware, 1745|He was the friend of France, the first of alle, 1745|The last of alle, whoe that lived most happinesse. 1745|Now fable shall no witnesse of th' age appear, 1745|For fables folk which know of age to feare: 1745|For of old days when the lawes and visages trow, 1745|Thei were nought under th' heaven therupon; 1745|And so for age this ancient story doth dependen, 1745|So sayde Caesar, that a world without a wyfe 1745|Were never founde in any folke wylde age. 1745|For where vertue is, vertu is, vertu is all tweye; 1745|And where it wisheth, is where it most wants feare; 1745|So vertu is all th' ages, and no wight it doth renne. 1745|What wight wyll hev eternall worldes good to see? 1745|But in that olde fable he it telleth how 1745|The king of Rome, in his imperial earle, 1745|Came downe unto the lond of that he knew lesse 1745|Was wise as he was parsonsse in his mynde; 1745|And he in poverte with wise men of Rome 1745|With hewefull strokes the king did thus ensue. 1745|Oftentimes for poverte he did his prise, 1745|And oft with meke and smalle poynt and pasyence, 1745|And eke with other pacyent for the rymes, 1745|He would his strokes in meek pacyence fayle 1745|Of yll, and of wysery the same he hadde; 1745|Therefore his wisenesse he made so gilyse, 1745|The king of Rome was now in loue with Rome. 1745|Thus was his dayes ayein the king of Rome; 1745|Therefore the poeple of Rome was now in wys, 1745|Til his dayes were well out come into doute 1745|Upon the dayes of his approbere, and ayein 1745|With him in poverte he made his mynde so gentyne, 1745|That all that th'world in honde he made in playne 1745|And lefte in hevene, that no wight wiste or nyce, 1745|Bot dreemeth to heuen, ynough so it was. 1745|So fell the world of Rome; for ys of might, 1745|For poverte in Rome was many moe, 1745|For Rome, which he governed, in her state, 1745|Was nought, yet the pacyent Rome was all 1745|Of all the worlde wroth with King Geryon, 1745|The povinci with him; on a point thus rose, 1745|For the pacyent Rome it fell, and spake, 1745|Sith thou hast taken Rome, and with thy hand 1745|Hast so done her now, that all these things 1745|Of her wortes are undone, and she 1745|For thee no wight hath grace nor mercy, ======================================== SAMPLE 33000 ======================================== 1004|"And see if thou wouldst wish such grace to be 1004|Given thee from me in place of aught else lent, 1004|Which mortal hands may hold in keeping here, 1004|As far as may be in breadth or length. 1004|But natheless thou must not wish thyself 1004|Any other good than that thou canst see; 1004|And this command once duly performed, 1004|Forthwith more lively grace shall ope to thee 1004|Unto the eternal light of the Conqueror, 1004|Nor any longer stay nor be withheld 1004|From going thither for a visitancy." 1004|And I: "My Master, much to know and scan 1004|This wicket will I attach to thee, 1004|And thou shalt find it difficult to part; 1004|But strictly to thine eye there stands a bower, 1004|Which by and by will be its covering." 1004|On the first palm that came to my hand 1004|I knocked with all my might, then with my hands 1004|At the gate ungate it shut with a crack. 1004|"O woe is me," the pensive Father said, 1004|"If this my offering did not serve as graces 1004|To crown thy marble precincts and sweet hearth; 1004|O woe is me, if I offer in this vain 1004|This mortal life, and thou wilt not aye believe it!" 1004|Then he withdrew a step and began, 1004|And with his eyes fixed steadfast upon that side 1004|Where first a female form is drawn gently up, 1004|He thus began, "Even as in this we perceive 1004|Vasts of my substance to be deposited, 1004|So likewise would I willingly give up 1004|The greater part of this my realm to thee, 1004|If thou wouldst satisfy my great desire. 1004|Thou art my beloved, dear beloved, Sire: 1004|Give me again the image of my dead, 1004|So may'st thou Heaven hereafter bless thee greatly. 1004|I am thy debtor for the beauty of my face; 1004|And of the honourable life I had, 1004|That I in it acted not unvirtuous part. 1004|Never did any of this world's inhabitants 1004|Do good, as I did, for which I to God 1004|Am owed for good; and in the self's destruction 1004|These foreigners into the Holy Spirit 1004|By taking the beautiful gift of Paradise 1004|Stood in eternal issue. Of the French nation 1004|Honour and glory out of France went forth, 1004|With whom the English English even in the strife 1004|Of arms took Liberty and David. So reports 1004|The Old Testament; and for the same cause 1004|That thy Canto would some to tears appeal to, 1004|Sin, like the English, ought to bear in mind. 1004|"Thou art a Count, and even now are sitting 1004|Within the Bastile, as if thy face 1004|Were red with anger, which above thy breast 1004|The Scorpion judges thee of all thy sex, 1004|And only females thou art to this place. 1004|In sooth, notwithstanding that thou art dressed 1004|In strange disguise, such is thy great expectation, 1004|And yet with unknown design thou art advanced. 1004|And now, since God wills that in this darksome fort 1004|Thou lead thy life venerable, down 1004|Directly toward the gallery go, 1004|Look well unto the right hand, and thou there 1004|Shalt see a ladder mounted, much like this, 1004|But not so high, upon whose face appear 1004|Thither in hell the scourged are put down." 1004|So unto us his Leader addressed; 1004|And we upon the shortest ladder 1004|Upon the last we journeyed, and I my Leader, 1004|And all the company following, behind. 1004|And when we were come to the seventh tier, 1004|"Good what a change " I heard said to us two, 1004|Who were upon the scale like me and my Leader, 1004|And who were trying to make known to us 1004|The weight they had borne since ======================================== SAMPLE 33010 ======================================== 1471|Which I, when I am grown too weary? 1471|I know not, O my God, nor yet shall know, 1471|For I have yet to start, 1471|And I shall not see, 1471|Nor feel, nor care, 1471|Till I myself, for ever, 1471|To my true-love come, 1471|I shall not then be weary 1471|Nor sore a-cold. But when we do meet, 1471|I will not yet be gone. 1471|We will not then part here, 1471|And yet a-cold. But when 'tis spring again, 1471|And I shall walk this lane, 1471|As I went out to meet her some time hence, 1471|I shall not turn aside. 1471|My God, have pity, 1471|And let not now be needful 1471|Thy help, thou dear one, 1471|In this last and desperate year, 1471|In the long and weary night; 1471|When it was mine to die, 1471|In this last and desperate year 1471|'I know not.' Ah! God, that night so brief 1471|Had quenched mine eyes with tears! 1471|--And she, when from her room 1471|I turn and look on her, 1471|As in a dream, I am fain 1471|To say--'God knows 1471|How I died!'--I can say nought 1471|Save--God let her go. 1471|My God, have pity, 1471|And let not now be necessary 1471|Thy help, thou dear one, 1471|On this last, and hopeless year, 1471|Yet for thy sake; 1471|While I pray, O God, 1471|Thy sweet love not fail! 1471|--And she, when from my room 1471|I go to greet her, 1471|As in the visioned night, 1471|As in a dream, 1471|I shall say, as in a dream, 1471|'God knows, I die!' 1471|As I lay on the shore 'mid the waves, 1471|When my eyes were closed and all long with sleep, 1471|A girl I did not know passed by; 1471|The night, that shut me so close, 1471|Gave me that dream anew. . . . 1471|I dreamed that I was a woman, 1471|And life a happy dream; 1471|I dreamed that I gave birth, 1471|And life was sweet in my breast. 1471|This dream had come to me 1471|Across the waves, at break of day; 1471|And thus she passed. I turned to see 1471|What had been passing by,-- 1471|The waves, and through the waves 1471|The girl I did not know; 1471|But through the waves she passed. 1471|A man came by the beach, 1471|And there he saw what I had done-- 1471|I saw my girl gone; the sea 1471|Had seen me, too. 1471|And he sighed in his passion, 1471|And kissed my mouth, and left me-- 1471|For my heart was aching, 1471|The sea passed on; 1471|The tide would not pass on. 1471|I did not even know 1471|That the tide would cross that sea-- 1471|The sea that took me in. 1471|I did not even know 1471|My girl gone, and the sea, 1471|Nor that the sea would leave me. 1471|I did not even know 1471|The tide would go on; 1471|I only knew I must die, 1471|And that my life were but a dream,-- 1471|A dream that had been--A dream 1471|That had been ended. 1471|There's a dim spot where the water meets the sand, 1471|It looks to heaven like a place of rest, 1471|Its dim sweet blue the still calm sand enfolds, 1471|And there's a light touch of the soft blue to the eye 1471|Upon the shore where the tide has rolled by, 1471|On the lone isle that is lonely to me ======================================== SAMPLE 33020 ======================================== 24334|Of the ancient P.S.U.M.; 24334|Of the fiddle, the violoncello, and the fiddle-bass, 24334|Of violoncello and fiddle-bass! 24334|And one I found upon a shelf 24334|Which to its proper place I tied; 24334|But no matter--there it was, 24334|My old "P.S.U."--no more; 24334|Oh, the old fiddle, the classic fiddle, 24334|And the old fiddle-bass! 24334|You can not turn the years on the fiddle-bass 24334|Or old "P.S.U."! 24334|But, if you do, in the meantime, 24334|Remember the fiddles of yore-- 24334|And the classic fiddles of yore-- 24334|And when you're ready, 24334|Come here, as is good for the heart, 24334|And will allay the nerves, and will ease 24334|The head ache, 24334|Of a man whose name is held dear 24334|And whose deeds have a moral life! 24334|Of the "Jolted" and the "Stunted," the latter two 24334|Thou, too, wert in the trouble of Time, 24334|When the name "P.S.U." was "the old fiddle." 24334|Then thou wert not quite the charmer 24334|Or quite the fun; 24334|Nor didst the mirth or the glee beguile, 24334|Or in his play-bust are fitted 24334|Thou lov'st the old "P.S.U.," tho' but fit 24334|For old "P.S.U."! 24334|And all of the children of old "P.S.U.," 24334|Whom we so long have had from the first, 24334|Felt rather than they'd them in the play-room shake! 24334|Oh! they found their dainty friend out there, 24334|And their darling, the old "P.S.U.," there were bound. 24334|We played, oh! how we played! 24334|As well we might, 24334|It was "Nancy's" birthday; 24334|We had been, without fail, 24334|To a ball-playing party; 24334|It was at this hour of day, 24334|This weather was jolly, 24334|So we sat, and talked, we thought, 24334|And enjoyed the moment so, 24334|In our "own little garden-Garden"; 24334|Till my Aunt's son said,-- 24334|"How! how! the garden's bare!" 24334|And I jumped up, and I ran away 24334|And was soon by my Uncle's side: 24334|In fact, I don't know how this thing became, 24334|But it must have been naughty, 24334|Because you see we now have the garden plot, 24334|Where Uncle's son and I have the right of way, 24334|And the whole of the garden with us, 24334|And all of the people that come. 24334|We'll have such a "Jolted" party, too, 24334|A ball to-night in my "P.S.U.", 24334|The garden itself will be ours, I fear. 24334|Why, now, I see it is "Nancy's"; 24334|If the house-painter has made some mess, 24334|He'll surely be in a mist. 24334|So, 'twill be happy, then, "P.S.U.", 24334|We will have "P.S.U.," and "P.S.U.S." 24334|The "Jolted" party, and "Jolted" "P.S.U.". 24334|We'll all have a ball! Oh, yes! 24334|I will speak no other way; 24334|But, if I have ever been sincere, 24334|I know "P.S.U." is the name. 24334|It is not the name that you name, 24334|Or, rather, 'tis not the name 24334|(For I must return to my ======================================== SAMPLE 33030 ======================================== 1008|and of all these is nearest unto you in kind. 1008|On the left-hand margin is the ocean, which the 1008|virgin Atlantic forms with his wave-sprung current 1008|joining the centre of the sea. To this river 1008|is added the Mississippi, to whose stream the 1008|virgin inhabitants of levees and of hills are 1008|erected: both with their boundaries all along 1008|the centre of the land. The other two rivers, 1008|fulfill the quantity of their water requited by 1008|Tibur and Euphrates. The one, named Dodona, forms 1008|the mouth of the Alampore fronting Italy, into 1008|which the Suabian and Cato's waters are sunk; the 1008|other, named Narese, flows into the lake Tiber, which 1008|seems to have engendered in me such a thirst for 1008|truth, that I could not from my left hand take 1008|my cross. Thus is truth not only present but 1008|is actively sought. The other three rivers, 1008|Epuressif, Arxuena, Minya and Sicilia, form 1008|a larger body, into which there breaks on it 1008|fire constantly increasing. Those who dwell in those 1008|rivers are by fortune sometimes lost; as when the 1008|sea-wave drove them to search the heaths by the aid of 1008|troubles extra created. But the true philosophers 1008|sigh that each soul finds no protector it deserves, 1008|neither in hecatombs nor in the like manner of that 1008|virgin nourishment of which I speak. O human race, 1008|dare you thus increase in wickedness, and in your 1008|wantonness, as in your goodness? For my mind, though 1008|infected with sin, yet unwearied, still asks 1008|tidings of you from your author, of his acts and 1008|trances." This said, he withdrew; and I with glad 1008|mind satisfied that way. Afterwards, as by 1008|magic, I spatially descry the instant appearance 1008|of that spirit, who had yet to return, I drew 1008|near, and he returned again, finishing thus my compass 1008|speechless: "Glory and praise, most holy world 1008|seraphical! I thank thee, who me avert from death 1008|by thy grace." Should here my words fall short, 1008|thou hadst been incensed, and would have driven me 1008|away. But I made use of every power, of prayer 1008|and of surpassing forthwith my usual bounds, 1008|to obtain a little view of him; and, "Why delayest 1008|us (I cried) from everlasting to thee, thou 1008|infidel? thou hast great God in thy view, and he 1008|hath given thee power, he gives not to take away 1008|right of grace, thou seest not how much it is wrong, 1008|when wrong it is." He answered: "I am not I, 1008|who of this loud whirlwind have recited, or who 1008|am become so loath to speak of myself." And I: 1008|"Thou believest thyself? I do not believe; and if I 1008|doubt, let us return," ... and we descended 1008|to the sixth band." Then we heard in the ardour of 1008|their singing a sweet melody. 1008|The sinner, when from the victory of bliss 1008|he shall have heard it, his excuse will he change, 1008|and he is sure to err." Thus did he urge me; 1008|and I answered him: "In order that I may no more 1008|heed thee, let it suffice thee that I this doubt 1008|arrange." And he to me: "Indeed, brother, thou 1008|understandest rather well what virtue is: and 1008|pleasure, if it be not accompanied with good, is 1008|nothing. These colours of the heaven, which are 1008|painted by the power of our own eye, are given 1008|only to good dispositions: ======================================== SAMPLE 33040 ======================================== 1365|And in that solitude, so soft and bright, 1365|In an unknown place the soul is found, 1365|And in a place where Nature's beauty lies, 1365|And where the soul seems ever to be near? 1365|In that silent spot, in this eternal light. 1365|The spirit waits upon the moment's ray, 1365|And waits for a voice that will unveil, 1365|As in the depths of the dark, a hidden gate. 1365|"Is that the river of Arno?" 1365|A little farther onward still, and there 1365|The little church that I have described 1365|Is built, all radiant and in such a condition, 1365|That whoever comes from far or near 1365|Might fancy him upon the Arno's flood. 1365|I have not changed it but the place, and this 1365|Is a more solemn church, and the minister 1365|Seems more sincere in his profession; 1365|I would not be inconsistent here, 1365|Nor make the most of what he tells us here 1365|For a moment suspect; here he will preach 1365|Of Christendom and of the eternal plan, 1365|Of His redeeming work and saving love. 1365|And when, upon the last of seven years, 1365|He comes from Italy or from the Congo 1365|To the fair city of Aix, he'll hear 1365|Of the Christian war that Christendom 1365|Conquers every where, and how Christ's Church 1365|Is victorious in her war against Satan. 1365|And then there will come back to Rome 1365|The gospel of Christendom, in which 1365|The Holy Church makes her splendid truce 1365|And in which is her Council of Angels. 1365|And while I am telling these things here, 1365|I wonder what you are, and who you are, 1365|And what you would do! The words you bring 1365|Give not the whole of my desire to glean, 1365|But I must keep a closer watch; not only 1365|For your great reputation and birth, 1365|But for a hundred, and for the happiness 1365|That we, whom you are, forever must enjoy 1365|Of a good faith, although imperfect one. 1365|This is the very man! No longer a boy, 1365|He speaks up on things in the best of time; 1365|He is the breath of the time, the lifeblood of a nation, 1365|And a most great man, as we all know. 1365|He is the spirit of all things all the time; 1365|He is the voice of all things all the time; 1365|The man of his youth, in his early days, 1365|He is to make us one people and united; 1365|Of a people whom he loves and knows well, 1365|He is to fill us with a glory divine, 1365|And the joy of freedom, from the very beginning. 1365|Who is this child we see in the church? 1365|This beautiful young man? 1365|This is the third of four-and-twenty years 1365|Since I have seen him in the Church and heard his voice; 1365|But he has grown and strengthened, in his zeal and faith, 1365|And all through that time, I never yet have seen 1365|An honest man, I never yet have heard a preacher 1365|Who seems in the very very spirit of God, 1365|And in his words a man and worthy to be praised! 1365|I remember I was born and reared as one of those,-- 1365|An ignorant and lazy boy, you know,-- 1365|In the far town called Candi, in the village of Danone. 1365|The world was all so new to us, and so vast, 1365|We thought in our minds only of ourselves. 1365|We learned by rote what was good for us to do, 1365|When we were poor, or when we were rich. 1365|The only times I ever saw or met 1365|The man and his work, or his disciples, 1365|were all to one woman. 1365|It was the old, old story; 1365|She was waiting outside at church one day, 1365|When Father Jones ======================================== SAMPLE 33050 ======================================== 1279|With blate and sair-like mirth; 1279|He's made o' the new-year's birth, 1279|With mirth the new-year's day. 1279|And tho' he's braw and beardless, yet, 1279|He's an honest bloke, 1279|His heart-strings are o' the real wood, 1279|O' a' the bloody deal. 1279|With a' the time, my sonny, 1279|Ye may gang past, 1279|And see this new-year's gift-boon, 1279|That's a' the new-year's day; 1279|'Twas anither age, 'twas age, 1279|When France was yet the pride 1279|Of a' the world, for a' the world 1279|'Twas age--ugh! 1279|When England's sons were boys, 1279|And men were boys. 1279|But now, a' times, an' ev'ry year 1279|Still fash your own; 1279|We hear ya gang frae us 1279|As fast as we. 1279|Ye're just a child o' sight, 1279|And, oh! ye're as lang an ass, 1279|As ever I saw, 1279|An' yet, wi' auld or young, 1279|Some way ye're wired for. 1279|When England's sons are men, 1279|And you're widowed fair; 1279|When Europe sees her sons 1279|On a' the shore, 1279|O tell us what they think 1279|O' another's sake 1279|I'll not deny me ken; 1279|The land is different there, 1279|An' far awa! 1279|There a' the pride of earth, 1279|There art thou now, 1279|We see, but not hear, 1279|Our thoughts and words are hid, 1279|An' what we speak falls through, 1279|Wi' silent sound: 1279|But life, it is a langer hell 1279|Than e'er its pupils were, 1279|An' life's a langer hell than sin, 1279|That the sons o' men 1279|Can never escape. 1279|Ye're no doubt right, my dear lad, to frown; 1279|But pardon me a jest or two; 1279|I have but an humble nature made, 1279|Though a saplin's met me with the spear. 1279|If the country lads will the love I bear 1279|Put forth as lightly as the corn, 1279|Though it be wi' thir sappy heads downcast, 1279|Thou art mistaken even in an inch. 1279|If nature in themels should be allowed, 1279|And they sall be taught to choose their mates, 1279|The marriage-bed should be a puddle; 1279|Though thou art right in feeling their disdain, 1279|Yet should it please thee to dispute 1279|Wi' them that hae the laws ordained, 1279|To show them they may have it no for fee, 1279|But that the lasses have the rule. 1279|But the law is jist a consentin' gud, 1279|Wha ken full well are the lads wi' thee; 1279|So sall they please to choose wi' their suit, 1279|Wi' thee, or thee alone: 1279|For we sae hae the law sall grudge, 1279|An' say nae to it though they should rue; 1279|Them's the lads, when that they please, o' whom 1279|Lord Thomas had a dream. 1279|Then, wi' his dawtchen an' his diller, 1279|He wad na let Heaven get him cantie; 1279|For, in a week, he cam to the Kirk, 1279|And the lords had tenement. 1279|Now, Thomas, that nae mair was there, 1279|Slept sae lang-laid in his bed; 1279|His drink, like the wine of a fule, 1279|Was weak and sousell. 1279|Thae lords he ======================================== SAMPLE 33060 ======================================== 1166|The stars that are the stars, 1166|The stars of the stars and love, 1166|The stars of the stars that are the stars; 1166|Hanging the sky 1166|As hung a world, 1166|A world of flowers, 1166|Of flowers and men, 1166|Of men with their years of love, 1166|And the moon is a crystal, 1166|A crystal like a pearl, 1166|A crystal of dreams, 1166|A pearl of tears, 1166|A pearl of the star, 1166|A star of the sky. 1166|They will be mine, 1166|The dreamy flowers of Time! 1166|My heart has grown so very small 1166|I fear to even start at all. 1166|Now when the world has gone so far 1166|It seems so empty and so bare, 1166|And I have grown so very wise 1166|That now I seem to see how far 1166|A dream can go with nothing done, 1166|And feel how close it comes to death, 1166|And make no dreams; and yet I know 1166|How many dreams there are, and why 1166|They will be mine. 1166|I would not have you think 1166|I have forgotten the old time's joys: 1166|I have forgotten their drowsy sound, 1166|Their silken silence, and their light, 1166|Their beauty, and their warm, black light, 1166|Their silvery brightness, and their heat, 1166|Their rich perfume, their rich heat. 1166|I will not have you think 1166|I have forgotten the old touch's thrill: 1166|I have lost all that once I used to do; 1166|I can't find the way I used to walk, 1166|I can't understand what once I said 1166|When suddenly I remember it 1166|When suddenly I remember it. 1166|I will not have you think 1166|I have forgotten the old time's promise: 1166|I have made new dreams and entered new skies, 1166|And nothing I have done or said 1166|Was the old way; 1166|And nothing I have done or said 1166|Is as it was before, 1166|And nothing I would do 1166|Now as then. 1166|I will not have you think 1166|I have forgotten the old time's promise: 1166|I have come to the place of graves, 1166|In a town by the sea. 1166|And there it is, this very hour 1166|That I have to face 1166|The old joy, the old pain -- I swear it -- 1166|The old loneliness. 1166|My face is lonely, my heart is full of grief; 1166|The tears run down my cheeks, or lie 1166|Deep in my eyes, or hide 1166|In the curve of my throat: 1166|Even now I turn in a daze -- I know not why -- 1166|And my eyes never sleep. 1166|Sometimes I lie there in the dusk 1166|And hear the wind as it sigh 1166|In a hollow in the trees, 1166|Or feel the rain on my face 1166|As I watch the river flow, 1166|And seem to stand alone. 1166|Once when a windy evening fell 1166|And the high sun went behind 1166|They had a talk on Heaven and Hell -- 1166|They had a song on Gomorrah. 1166|There was Satan, 1166|Hell, Satan, 1166|Sitting alone 1166|In the corner of the door. 1166|He held a glass of whisky in his hand. 1166|Hell, Hell, Hell! 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell. 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell. 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell. 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell, 1166|He called for hell. 1166|He called ======================================== SAMPLE 33070 ======================================== 35190|For the carkis they wyst, that lyst so blynde. 35190|Cf. Sir Gernot's vyce, c. 93. 35190|Fare wolde I thanke that borȝe man and depe, 35190|For his feyths that I nowghte I fynde. 35190|For the fyne of fauor that he hath me sped, 35190|I wol no more wyrke than he is wo. 35190|In no degree that euer I my lorde did see, 35190|I can be soth or mad as I can fynde. 35190|Tho am I wroth of my foly, 35190|As I tolde thee a day hat I ryde. 35190|Fetyse is fayn wher he be nyce. 35190|Cf. Sir Gervase's chirche, c. 94. 35190|I hope fare may neuer, ne schynen. 35190|Fetyse is for ever wode. W. 35190|The word is written at line 3. G. 35190|aEuro~Wyche of Chepe I fynde withal, 35190|And of the londe I ne were.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Hast thou to fyght I schynest toke, 35190|That thou schalt noght euer lyst hys fay? 35190|I fynde a gryngerly grym of kinde, 35190|Fetyse he is fyn and ame gret and ryght, 35190|A fayre man of myn ese. 35190|By god and by myn fay!aEuro(TM) 35190|They all doth fighte with hys sword 35190|Lyke as it were a mawg.aEuro(TM) 35190|They all doth fighte with hys sword 35190|Lyke as a mow in mete! 35190|And so forth hys fayre men, 35190|Toke hys frend to be hemselve.aEuro(TM) 35190|aEuro~Seyther, and thy lond 35190|That wase lyke the fyshes of Rome.aEuro(TM) 35190|To the King of France a seale he gan, 35190|With hys good anone and his leve hym thynketh: 35190|aEuro~Wyllyam, yf god ye fay, 35190|Seyther I wolde, that thou ne hys tane 35190|As a gyftyre in tene.aEuro(TM) 35190|Wel nede wer kepe I nere, 35190|Or trewe on a wawe, 35190|As stynt fulle ne more.aEuro(TM) 35190|To heddynge a dredful dent 35190|To the gyftis of the king of Eleyne: 35190|The king of France with hys hond 35190|To his castle gan to trewe; 35190|With a lond of France that lond he lede, 35190|And to the hil of hegarye he wente. 35190|A ladye hadde a childe in Grece 35190|Whan that he was on dronken stede 35190|And she hadde been a grettere womman, 35190|That of his hond he hadde y-fond. 35190|The boy scholde fynde him hys bowe, 35190|As he of hys dowghter wolde; 35190|The child scholde as a childe be, 35190|As it was ne rose to fyr. 35190|He made hewe of hevene, and alle, 35190|With the childe as to a godd and a womman: 35190|That childe scholde have to ky the lawe 35190|In the w ======================================== SAMPLE 33080 ======================================== 19221|The darksome woods are silent, 19221|And the sky its counsel keeps; 19221|But the lovely lady in her bower, 19221|All sorrows over, is gay. 19221|Oh! 'tis like April blithely smiling, 19221|When the flowers are on the tree: 19221|It is like the glorious season, 19221|When the sun his race has run. 19221|The roses take delight in singing; 19221|The lark around him seems to throng 19221|With all their sweet and stately chatter 19221|Of spring and all its pleasures. 19221|The robins in the elm, 19221|The larks among, 19221|The bluebird and thrush; 19221|The song-sparrow and nightingale 19221|In a mist of airs; 19221|The wood-thrush and wild-fowl; 19221|The bluebird and the jay; 19221|The nightingale and the robin 19221|Which keep the woods so green. 19221|The cuckoo sings all day, 19221|With voice on pole; 19221|And through the pane doth sing, 19221|In clear, and through the thunder, 19221|In mirky gloom, 19221|The wondrous tale of Cain and Abel 19221|The waters of life 19221|Catch hold of every spirit 19221|That walks along, 19221|Till drunk with the music of their song 19221|They drown each thought 19221|With water they make mute; 19221|For they are makers of sound and shade, 19221|Not toys. 19221|To the westward, sunset-coloured 19221|In dust and smoke you turn your eyes; 19221|And in the west, 19221|Where all is darkness and blackness, 19221|You can see the fires that burn 19221|In flaming tents like giant oaks 19221|That o'er the landscape low and high 19221|Gaunt towards the night; 19221|The smoke-wreaths that half-veil the plain 19221|And half-distribute spread their gloom 19221|From ridge to ridge. 19221|There is no sound, nor any sight 19221|Save one lone stream that meets the sky 19221|And murmurs like a soul of pain, 19221|From forest-top it flows; 19221|And towards its margin, reeking and dim, 19221|The havoc goes, and all is still 19221|Save that slow waterfall, that turns 19221|With every breath it takes, 19221|The night-wind, softly moaning, 19221|Sends its wild signal to the trees 19221|That to its fall must now submit; 19221|Yet still it flows, and makes no moan 19221|As if its waters only mingled 19221|With that grey mist that covers all 19221|The dreary waste below; 19221|Respite from what has toilsan 19221|And toilsan desolate, 19221|And makes a dreary twilight worse 19221|Where those dull stars are set. 19221|You can hear the trampling of chariots 19221|That draw the whizzing spurras; 19221|And trampled foot of charioteers 19221|That dash and hum round their goal; 19221|You can hear the clashing of armour 19221|Against armour's hardened sheathes; 19221|But the voice of that far-off water 19221|Has never any answer to it, 19221|And none of any sound. 19221|You can see the plaided cities 19221|That skirt the shadowy plain; 19221|You can hear the mingled voices 19221|Of helmsmen, warriors, and seers; 19221|But those voices seem to cease in 19221|A solemn sound and dull delay 19221|That seems to drag the air forever 19221|Like some dead phantom of the land 19221|Where now the echoes still repeat 19221|The strange and far-off story: 19221|The voice of that great lake that sleeps 19221|Beneath the mountains' level crest 19221|While day is sinking down the west 19221|To meet the setting sun. 19221|Thou art beyond the sunset-red ======================================== SAMPLE 33090 ======================================== 615|If that of Rome it is thy will, to bring, 615|To whom I shall the matter bring in charge, 615|To find that I no more shall see you there." 615|And that same day, with many knights asstaid, 615|And to its summit viewed the mountain's height, 615|Of the great river-stream his mind he eyed; 615|Then he returned in little time to view 615|That stream, which, when the sun's red ray was set, 615|Was running down in lonesome wild plight. 615|He found it was fair and open, pure, and clear; 615|As far as he could thence advance withal, 615|Who from the mountain's foot to sea had past. 615|Thereafter to be at rest and sleep he meant, 615|And so was hasted by the evening light; 615|Then to the king with joyful joy advanced, 615|And in discourse of this, of other, said, 615|Of what the stream is now adorned, or where, 615|He little more than sorrow should express: 615|But with a joyful measure to the light 615|Went on, as on the stream the maiden stayed, 615|While the new water that from out the dew, 615|The sun had refreshed, he measured three miles. 615|After a while that ancient man of Spain, 615|Taken from his breast by that long fever, 615|In feverous state, for long pain, did lie, 615|And with the fever's outward progress 615|Of his frame, but little changed, was gone; 615|As it could now no farther be conveyed 615|Than what in that still bloodless state was left. 615|Beside the river's bosom in mid-stream, 615|Before it flowered with that golden rain, 615|He in a quiet retreat by wood and lawn 615|Had hid, the dame where she was wont to be; 615|Then he himself uprearing in his bed 615|Dwelt, in fair and ample palace pent; 615|And this at evening-tide his couch was made 615|At night, when he the night-fire burned. 615|Not all of those that in that Moorish land 615|On the Libyan coast, on that fair river's side, 615|Might see the damsel, with her gentle train, 615|In all their company, which to him was worth 615|A hundred waves, as long as twenty years. 615|The man, since that, in sleep or when the sun 615|The darkness was about him, never knew 615|What dame was there whom he had thought his own. 615|-- In Spain and Italy -- such time had passed 615|Since he the lady's form had never seen; 615|Yet still by them from one another gazed -- 615|As more than once or more -- to whom appeared 615|"She is my dear and fairest lady bright," 615|"That late am with smiles and smiles am mine. 615|"I by that fair eventorn, by hope of fate, 615|Am with the first of gods, by heaven the last. 615|To me no longer shall I miss her sight, 615|Though she appears not every day. For I 615|Am with the first of gods. But let me there 615|Delay no longer; while I there abide. 615|"No sooner (to have her I do my will) 615|Thou hast that thought to thy desire hast wrought, 615|Than by that dame return; nor do I fear, 615|That, if I should the dame and thou deny, 615|This night thou shalt my death hast atchieve." 615|The warrior's thoughts toward Salamanca steer, 615|For that fair lady, and in his mind be bred 615|So that he comes not thence, not wanting aught 615|That good, in place of her, he may have there. 615|It was his wish that she and he should there 615|To bed in marriage, on the morrow night, 615|So that the morning of that holy morn 615|Should make his son the heir of what his sire 615|Now claims of her. This, when be was able 615|To bear that toil and prove his lordly blood, 615|The king took with him; nor, but that he knew 615|She should not fail in this, could refrain his heed. 615|In haste the cavalier the lady ======================================== SAMPLE 33100 ======================================== 28591|What will we do for the man that hath no place, 28591|Who is a wanderer in a dark wood, 28591|Who knows not where to turn to his best cheer,-- 28591|His friends forsake him, and his good friend gone, 28591|And the wild billows his progress have defied? 28591|Who, weary of the crowd's applause-- 28591|He is so lonely and so worn-- 28591|Why, he will climb to the highest tree, 28591|Where all its branches are in one! 28591|Is he not of us? Let him go. 28591|Shall not the little tree yield? 28591|Shall this foolish wild boy climb in 28591|The tree, the tallest tree in the world, 28591|And lay hold of the topmost stem, 28591|And leave it behind him--and die? 28591|I know no place where he may hide; 28591|I know no place for the wild man's head 28591|To rest--to creep--to wait out; 28591|I know--but I will not tell, 28591|I know that he will meet his end, 28591|And I will hide him safe from sight 28591|Where his most faithful friends are gone. 28591|Let the wild, wild winds of death, 28591|Blow from the tree of life, 28591|Blow from the tree of life, 28591|And take the wild, wild bird, and leave him there,-- 28591|The wild, wild bird of youth; 28591|Blow as the winds of death blow, 28591|And he shall fly away, 28591|To a green spot somewhere up in the sky, 28591|To a green spot somewhere on the earth, 28591|And there shall rest him, in God's time, 28591|And there will he be laid. 28591|Let the wild, wild winds of death, 28591|Blow from the tree of death, 28591|Blow from the tree of death, 28591|And take the wild, wild bird, and leave him there,-- 28591|The wild, wild bird of youth; 28591|Blow as the winds of death blow, 28591|And he shall fly away, 28591|To a green spot somewhere up in the sky, 28591|To a green spot somewhere on the earth, 28591|And there shall rest him, in God's time; 28591|And there will he be laid. 28591|Let the wild, wild winds of death, 28591|Blow from the tree of death, 28591|Blow from the tree of death, 28591|And take the wild, wild bird, and leave him there,-- 28591|The wild, wild bird of life; 28591|Blow as the winds of death blow, 28591|And he shall fly away, 28591|To a green spot somewhere up in the sky, 28591|To a green spot somewhere on the earth, 28591|And there shall rest him, in God's time; 28591|And there will he be laid. 28591|If I were a king-- 28591|If I were a king-- 28591|I would raise up a son, 28591|A young man of note, 28591|From seed that I'd sown! 28591|I'd tie him to a steed, 28591|And set my lips to his 28591|And let them rule him, 28591|And let them rule him, 28591|And let him be my son-- 28591|If I were a king-- 28591|If I were a king-- 28591|I'd seek the king to whom 28591|I oughtest to give ear, 28591|Not to a man of blood-- 28591|My son, not an ass! 28591|If I were a king-- 28591|If I were a king-- 28591|I'd seek you out a crown, 28591|Not in a crown of thorns! 28591|But through the golden gates 28591|Where no filth can creep-- 28591|The gates of Heaven I'd try 28591|If I were that king! 28591|He that has loved me has had a hand; 28591|God's hand above our mortal strife; 28591|Give me his hand before we part, 28591|And my ======================================== SAMPLE 33110 ======================================== 1287|With a beautiful song for the time approaching. 1287|Thou wilt say, "I'll sing to-day, my son; 1287|'Tis time to-morrow's hour for joyance meet; 1287|Let me go also, my son; thy words 1287|Are of deeper thought than these to tell." 1287|O gentle friend! thou speakest well; 1287|"It is time to-morrow's hour, my son, 1287|Aye, I will go also, my son, 1287|And bid thee come to-morrow." 1287|She made excuse, for in haste she went. 1287|Then hasten'd, O son! to-day's delight. 1287|When 'twas given to thy mind, and thy soul 1287|Were filled, O well, then came in her turn 1287|The great joy that is in labour past. 1287|"Ah, now, dear father; it is to-day; 1287|Yet to-morrow I can do no more, 1287|For I am sick with sorrow to-day. 1287|But I'll come to-morrow, I know this, 1287|But, oh, I cannot leave behind! 1287|Myself will give thee such a song 1287|As it were written there, with an end. 1287|But I, alas! will know neither joy, 1287|Nor peace, till all this thing is done; 1287|And then thou know'st why with sorrow and tears 1287|Thou canst the world endure, 1287|Which is a pain, 1287|And grief 1287|And anguish all the while." 1287|I said: "Now will I gladly choose 1287|To-morrow if to-day I may! 1287|But should the time come my thoughts to part, 1287|Then must my very heart be torn." 1287|She then spake, with her lips so fair 1287|Turning to each corner of the room: 1287|"Thou think'st to lead me by this way 1287|Unto thy heart! For the song thou singest 1287|Will hurt my very heart itself. 1287|Thou art a little child, 1287|And I am a man of years, 1287|And I can hear thy heart to-day 1287|Breaking. I, too, must go away." 1287|Then softly came she to the gate, 1287|And looked in by the window, and then turned 1287|Down at the pond. And the gate was closed. 1287|Weeping she passed out to the meadows. 1287|She came back to meadow-side, and found 1287|She had her work. So now I know 1287|How that one oft had gone away. 1287|In the next room, which is my home, 1287|I made her a song, 1287|So, when that child has gone away, 1287|Thou go'st home again. 1287|For she sang for my pleasure, and that pain 1287|Was a song too fine for the world, and still so 1287|It lingers in my breast. 1287|The summer sun is shining, 1287|Sun of my soul, O my lover; 1287|The blue skies glow 1287|With joy for thee, 1287|And the green fields lie 1287|O'er thy green brow; 1287|For the sun has given for thee 1287|Thy life's best gift, thy beauty.-- 1287|O my Love, my darling, my joy, my bliss! 1287|Thou, who to the world has not been true, 1287|Yet dost so far surpass the rest; 1287|For thou art in the highest of Heaven; 1287|The sun, the sun, my darling, dost shine, 1287|And love and joy in thy love alone. 1287|I ask not for thy love; 1287|I ask but for a light 1287|To guide me in the night, 1287|In this dark world of night; 1287|For all is bright in Heaven, 1287|All is bright 'neath the sky. 1287|How beautiful the world is, 1287|In valleys, by streams, 1287|Where Nature's hand creative doth range! 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 33120 ======================================== 1568|And his heart was the great world's heart. 1568|He loved to watch his world of sorrows 1568|Steeped in the blood; 1568|And, in his dreams, 1568|In the calm 1568|Of the stars, 1568|In the shadow 1568|Of his dreams, 1568|How the world of sorrows 1568|Stood like a sea, 1568|With the shadow 1568|Of her moon. 1568|O he loved to be 1568|A part of her, 1568|While the sea and her 1568|And life and death 1568|That did not die, 1568|Ended in his blood. 1568|Aye, and all the night 1568|He dreamed of her and sang 1568|To her: "Fair one, 1568|My nightingales 1568|Laugh in thy sleep!" 1568|The old man laughed, 1568|The old soldier laughed 1568|In his sleep, 1568|Of his dreams. 1568|Aye, and he dreamed 1568|A thousand, 1568|The stars and flowers 1568|And night and day; 1568|But not of her 1568|The roses; 1568|Her love he bore 1568|To the sky, 1568|Sung the stars: 1568|Not yet in us 1568|The roses 1568|And love; 1568|They are too sweet, 1568|Too far, 1568|Too immortal, 1568|For the light. 1568|The old man laughed, 1568|The old soldier laughed 1568|In his sleep; 1568|And the stars and flowers 1568|And night and day 1568|And in his dream 1568|Shine with love of her; 1568|But the roses 1568|Are too far; 1568|Too far, too angel, 1568|For the time. 1568|The old man laughed, 1568|The old soldier laughed 1568|In his sleep; 1568|And the stars and flowers 1568|And night and day 1568|Are not too far; 1568|Too far and angel, 1568|No, too far, 1568|Too eternal, 1568|For the world. 1568|'Tis the sunset on a summer-wasted land, 1568|And all the sea-caves golden in the heat and strife; 1568|And golden-haired Tritonis with golden feet 1568|Lies laughing in the sun upon a coral-stone. 1568|And the sea-snakes in their poisonous cocoets hide 1568|Beneath the coral's crystal and the sunset's fall, 1568|And the sea-nymphs lift their laughing heads and sway 1568|In the blue air and round the sunset and the shore 1568|And the sunset comes. And the sea-hen sees them go 1568|And the nymphs their laughter ring upon every shore 1568|And the sea-maiden sees her sunset in a star. 1568|O the sea is a lovely place, a great blue sea, 1568|Where the white sand lulls to a dream and has no thought, 1568|Where all day long the white waves toss and roar 1568|And the sea-maiden dreams in the mirror of the sea, 1568|And there's never a sound, but the whispering whisper of the waves 1568|And the sea-birds dip in the sea and the sea-maiden dreams. 1568|And the dream is sweet and soft and stilly and still 1568|And the water lulls to a dream and knows not why, 1568|For the mirror of the sea is a lovely thing, 1568|And the dream is not made bitter or bitter with tears, 1568|And Tritonis with golden feet will laugh in the sun 1568|Where the ocean is and the sea-maid laughs and weeps. 1568|And the sea-maiden dreams of her own home; 1568|And the sea-hen in the mirror of the sea 1568|Is a fairy queen with a gold crown on her head, 1568|And Tritonis with golden feet is her lover. 1568|There's never a wind, but I hear the sea 1568|The sea-green ======================================== SAMPLE 33130 ======================================== 19221|I heard the winter wind 19221|Whisper of spring again: 19221|All was change, in a moment: 19221|And the lovely lady 19221|Was gone, with her darling: 19221|And the bird sang alone 19221|In the last leaf the maples scatter'd. 19221|There's nor sun, nor moon, 19221|Nor summer showers, 19221|Nor heath, nor brooks, nor springs 19221|That flow in fairy isles: 19221|There is but one place 19221|Where Love can always find 19221|A resting-place. 19221|Ay, this is England! 19221|Reach, my little boatman, reach! 19221|Our hearts with transports throng: 19221|Hark! 'tis the sound 19221|Of the nets unnethered! 19221|Sweet lady, you are near; 19221|Make haste, make haste, for late 19221|Is the hour of your choosing: 19221|Your lover cannot rest 19221|While your sails are streaming. 19221|On either side the wooded bay, 19221|Eftsoons the bay of dreams; 19221|The far wood-pigeon her sheet 19221|Serves to embower: 19221|But here, where now the lindens sweep 19221|Sheltered from the noontide sun, 19221|There, in yon vale, sits the haughty Pine; 19221|And, as one countrified in thought, 19221|I seem 19221|Thin folding thee. 19221|The little fern-crowned bees, 19221|In field and lane, swarm now, 19221|Their dinned chambers to fill, 19221|And fill thee with their honey-combs. 19221|The little ferns wear down 19221|With gathering dew thy fingers lie, 19221|Like ripe honey-comb on flowers; 19221|The red drops from thy bosom roll 19221|Like tears from Danaë's face. 19221|Now, as to drown thy dull decline, 19221|The daisies spring in summer-honey, 19221|The little ferns in autumn-beauty shine, 19221|While thou art, O little fern, gone. 19221|The little pippins red and white, 19221|The little daffodils all toss'd up high, 19221|And every little rivulet that blew, 19221|In its own sweet career and way,-- 19221|Ah! then for thee the summer shone through, 19221|And summer feels, in winter, no chill! 19221|Thou wentest not so fleet when all was calm; 19221|Oh, tender year! no springing fawns were there, 19221|No little black heads were there,-- 19221|No little white breasts to show thy bloom, 19221|Nor any leafy tufts of snow! 19221|So joyous pass thy blessedness to us; 19221|Thy little lighted lamps are white on high; 19221|White frost the boughs around thy door; 19221|White ferns the boughs around thy hearth; 19221|White flowers below thy mossy pool; 19221|And white the shining rushes nigh, 19221|And white thy flowers of spring below, 19221|And thy dear drops of sweet dew! 19221|Come, then, fall not so cold and dark; 19221|Come down,--come down with dewdrops gay; 19221|Come down, and crown all the long May-dreams! 19221|Sweet ferns, come down and blow your dews! 19221|Come down, come down! 19221|White daisies all in row, 19221|White daisy-stems at God's right hand 19221|Weave ivy round thy dwelling place, 19221|Come, crown all the long May-dreams! 19221|Sweet ferns, come down and blow your dews! 19221|Come down,--come down with dew-drops gay 19221|From tall sunny hillocks of the year, 19221|Come crown all the long May-dreams! 19221|Fall on our eyes and shed your smiles! 19221|Come down, come down! ======================================== SAMPLE 33140 ======================================== 1745|To the place where I lay late bearest, 1745|Or where I lay in Vertue's blisse reposest, 1745|But all in vain; the place is reft from Me, 1745|And hath forgot My use for Me forsaken; 1745|But verily, Heav'n sets no limit on Thy deeds, 1745|Though gods of gold and bronze with wonder gaz'd 1745|Might caper all day through obscure epopes, 1745|So that great Nature's self might vaunt or vyce; 1745|But to attain find no controul at all, 1745|In the wide Sonnets to "Heav'n" or "Seat of Glory." 1745|For whose wonder is the mighty Universe, 1745|And that so vast as to hold both God and me 1745|From one spot infinitely, as though both had 1745|"Set foot, and either won or liv'd no more." 1745|Mean looking after-work, not to be read at all, 1745|Both for my own soul's love and for the sake 1745|Of what was meant for me: for for a man 1745|Hath never looked on God (though many a time 1745|I have tried) till his eyes bewray a doubt 1745|Whether God be what he dream'd, or else a devil, 1745|Stood up and showed 'twas God he did not like: 1745|(For devil he must be, who devil he can be, 1745|There's no question; let his peer above decree.) 1745|But since for me Thee know'st Thou not what to think, 1745|Know'st Thou not what Thought I had of Thee, O Potter? 1745|That Thou wert now an outcast and a foe, 1745|Was this, I pray'd, my sin--to be denied Thee? 1745|O let my thought be now as thou art now! 1745|And let me be who I am now in Thee! 1745|What was that? Ah, tell me quickly, dear, who 1745|Art Thou--the Good--who know'st Thou? and wherein 1745|Art Thou the Good, as I conceive? Thou tell'st 1745|Me who thou art, and where hast Thou been? 1745|Art Thou alive? whose living? and of what kind? 1745|Art Thou in real life what Thou art of mind? 1745|How have my doubts been settled? and how cast 1745|To seed the weeds of earth, which shall not drop? 1745|What profit have my doubts? what gainsaid I? 1745|The doubtful man, the very eve of life, 1745|Quarrels with the clear knowing Time, and finds 1745|Strange force in Grief, and strange in live Time's causes, 1745|While he doth look from Time's mysterious eyes 1745|Into his own youth's future, and his own 1745|Foreverlasting in Time's eye and speech 1745|Which seemeth God, and which Time's self doth teach-- 1745|God as He is, or the least part obeys. 1745|I might have strove with him, and overcome 1745|In the last struggle which he calls transcendent: 1745|For sure, I knew He is, who made this Earth, 1745|Planned the skies, seeded the firm eye of the East, 1745|Gave this Earth her being and her being's law, 1745|Who framed Night to wife Light, and the day's course 1745|Straight for the long dark Border of everlasting. 1745|Had I not sinned, who could deny and cleave? 1745|I could not: for what I seek to seek 1745|Is in myself, and in its own nature binds; 1745|None other. If my own part be not good, 1745|Yet shall be good my part's effect; as food 1745|For the strong stomach, rough, impracticable bed 1745|Of every want, rough but the noble stomach, 1745|Soft, reposeful, nourisher, balm and bath 1745|For want, wherein is rest for every pain: 1745|All means alike. But what 'tis in me, 1745|The simple Mind and pure invention high 1745|'Tis in my heart which ======================================== SAMPLE 33150 ======================================== 1365|In a small cabin, not far from the sea, 1365|They built a house, and they bought a man; 1365|Who, all the year, and all the merry month, 1365|With trade and with industry and with toil, 1365|Sailed the whole world over; nor thought less 1365|Than he the difference which in those three hours 1365|Stretched out between us and the anchorage. 1365|"And thou, O Christ in the darkness, Christ me raised, 1365|Thou know'st how I repent; and this man's work, 1365|Born as the work of angels, was an art 1365|Bestilined and hidden to a mighty goal; 1365|Therefore to me didst give it free-will, 1365|And to make trial of it I was led 1365|Up in the ships as a merchant-boy 1365|Went to the fair Ceylon, to the islands 1365|Where the sea-flowers blow. There I looked into 1365|All the secrets of the seaman, and grew 1365|Inclined to give up my life; but I was not 1365|Made at all at once, by chance, to die 1365|In the very hour of my ambition, 1365|Because I could not stop my mind from dreams, 1365|Or take advantage of the time. I know 1365|That I was thinking of a vision I had 1365|Of my own mortality, the work of the world, 1365|And of its vengeance on me, and of the souls 1365|Of those whom I had sold and bought; and therefore 1365|In my slumber, at the very time of death, 1365|I dreamed of God Almighty; and I dreamed 1365|The God of this land. And, as I lay awake, 1365|As I dreamed that day, I looked into deep 1365|Great deeps of mystery that God had hidden up 1365|In his mysterious store, and I beheld 1365|Fruits and flowers and flames and burning cities, 1365|And a great light amidst of people living 1365|As in Eden, in the garden of the Lord. 1365|There is no human being who would not feel 1365|At some future day this power in our hearts; 1365|But these visions, as I mentioned before, 1365|Are not the only things that God has revealed, 1365|And we shall have other things, and they will 1365|Be like visions from the depths of his store, 1365|In some far-off future life, for thy sake. 1365|And so I dreamed all the time, but could not break 1365|The slumber in which he lay, and I rose 1365|Before the day, and bore off my veil 1365|From my face, and, in a voice I heard, 1365|In a shape I saw, I said, O Lord and King, 1365|For thou hast now in this our trial found 1365|Him and me in the deep darkness of sin, 1365|And for a sign hast given us to behold 1365|The face of Him to whom all souls are weak, 1365|And who save the weak from all their sins. 1365|And I stretched forth my hand to him; and lo, 1365|A little like the shape of a lily, I 1365|Rose from the shadows and the slumber took 1365|My place, and the other rose to his place, 1365|And they made with the children of Eve 1365|Visions of the things to come, and all men 1365|Believed, and was believed of all men 1365|As they had believed before; but the work 1365|Of the world's wickedness, the despotism 1365|Of the world's oppressors, and the lusts 1365|Of the world's oppressors, long had been 1365|A darkness to our life, had not God's will 1365|So blessed it a little, when He said 1365|Let the earth open, and the darkness flee, 1365|That we might see the hidden things of God, 1365|The wonders of his kingdom, and mayhap 1365|Then also I saw His kingdom and the hands 1365|Of his ministers and his mysteries 1365|And his great purposes, the end and purpose 1365|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 33160 ======================================== 4010|And in a moment was well worth the long 4010|And pain's distraction. With a kind, 4010|And friendly countenance, and good mien, 4010|The stranger greeted him. "Welcome, sir, 4010|I should have thought that France were here," 4010|Quoth he, "where the strong iron heart 4010|Is firm; and the strong, sturdy hand 4010|Of man is firm in love and law; 4010|And man is, to his great credit, sure, 4010|That he is worthy to command. 4010|What pleasure can it be, if thou 4010|Suitest like a paltry courtly lord, 4010|And wilt thy lordship's luxury 4010|Of wealth bestowed on the good of each, 4010|Yet dost but wish that all were rich, 4010|And love's affection ever true! 4010|I would not that the Queen and knights 4010|At thy request should ever be, 4010|Though rich in high affection's store, 4010|Be all in one united mind, 4010|Whilst I would all have peace of mind!" 4010|With that he left, and with the barge 4010|Of steed that bore him swiftly on 4010|Through the green waves, for on the stream, 4010|When evening twilight was declining, 4010|Wended his way to the Castle of St. Stigor 4010|Of good King Edward's men: and there, 4010|Where the barge rested, in the boat 4010|Whereon stood the drowsy hag of Fear, 4010|The noble dame she found before him, 4010|And the good Queen she found beside her, 4010|Both fair and lovely as he went; 4010|While in his right hand a wand, 4010|Which lay on his bended arm, 4010|She took and in the hand of Fear 4010|She laid her, smiling as before. 4010|The Queen she called to mind her promise, 4010|That when the day of Agincourt 4010|Came for her to give a message, 4010|To the Saracen King, like wind, 4010|She would not hide her, seeing her son, 4010|But by the Queen should tell the truth. 4010|"Fear, lady, will not take leave 4010|Of any on her lover's knee; 4010|As ye have promised I would come, 4010|And would go see what he could seek, 4010|Or if he were in danger near." 4010|"And shall I go, my lady fair, 4010|To see what he can seek, 4010|And come without his mother's prompting, 4010|And come without her bidding?" 4010|"I love my knight, my knight so true, 4010|More than my life itself; 4010|So, if my son, my son should come 4010|To seek his death as I do now, 4010|I would not stand, or ever, 4010|Where it is a sad duty. 4010|But when his mother bids me go, 4010|I will not fail my love, 4010|For when she bids me go, I will. 4010|What would I say, my love, or where 4010|I should urge, my love, my kiss, 4010|I answer, thou must be, my dear? 4010|How, how should I urge our love?" 4010|"O Lady, I will come to thee." 4010|And to her father made reply; 4010|"Then let what may be done be done; 4010|Why should not I, my lady true, 4010|Come near thee to my death? 4010|"With that he left her at the gate, 4010|And on her shoulders took his head 4010|In the soft river flowing there; 4010|And then her gentle voice she caught, 4010|And thus with gentle laugh she raised:- 4010|"Hush, dame, hush, the door is opening; 4010|'Tis Arthur's hallou'! 'tis not time." 4010|She called out over him and cried:- 4010|"Hush little bird, the King's awake!" 4010|"Nay, dame, nay!" the ======================================== SAMPLE 33170 ======================================== 615|By that, I swear by my troth and memory-fair? 615|But that I do not think my father true 615|(For so to speak I speak) shall see her fail." 615|He said so saying, he straight made her to mount, 615|And on the river's banks alighted there. 615|Soon as she reached the place, she straight began 615|What on earth she had with heart and mind 615|Resolved, and made upon the mountain go; 615|But she in secret found herself afraid, 615|Which made that cavalier the while to veer. 615|A thousand guards on every side appear; 615|The women on the mountains with alarm; 615|-- Of these, more couse upon the left hand; 615|On the right, the duke and others, who to view 615|The damsel's arrival are instructed taught; 615|-- These with the rest of all the dukes and counts, 615|As well as Count Orlando of Aquinage. 615|"Is one of these who should so have found to know, 615|To see her, so we see her, would be fair, 615|Were he but once to think her from the court 615|Aside; he ought not to have made delay, 615|But for our lord his wife, or to the knight 615|In time of need such thought to make should be." 615|(So spake the damsel,) -- "Nay, she was not in Court, 615|That we should only do that which she decreed: 615|She told me not to come, nor yet to go, 615|And with me she instructed in such wise, 615|That he, before we parted from his lord, 615|Should tell what she, for pity, sought from me. 615|"She bids me not to doubt your gentle love, 615|Nor that it in your heart is fixed, my lord, 615|Save to the very last, until you hear 615|What you would listen to, or no, refuse. 615|But should I deem it will your joyous life 615|The message to interpret, I you pray, 615|That you receive the boon ye would demand, 615|For it will give your joy even greater cheer." 615|While thus she spoke, the night, until new day, 615|Of every one was open, and the plain, 615|And thus the damsel did a second play, 615|Who the first day, which was but little delay, 615|Had told her in full time: "The day dawneth bright, 615|And I will go," she said, "with you to ride, 615|With other friends, in that sweet valley where 615|The damsel's brother, who a month before, 615|Had given me living, life as much as he 615|Withstood: for not is it now said, that death 615|Is to be dreaded, but feared is the flame; 615|And this to me is cause of grief and ire. 615|"Since you perceive this goodly place is vacant 615|For me, and I no longer seek the world, 615|You ask me to be made your comrade, who 615|Had served me in my father's country, and how 615|By you his service was not made a prey. 615|And if it be your pleasure to take me, 615|Mew, I will be your comrade, and will tell 615|Of all that befell me. First by good intent 615|I made the promise, not to use my might 615|In arms against the Spaniards, to defend 615|Or to assist those that were hurt. This speech 615|Was not betrayed; for that I loved you so, 615|That I more truly knew that I was bound 615|By that supreme Deity, to whom alone 615|I was and could not belong, whom by my side 615|I thus in friendship, as in justice, found. 615|"The following day I was on my way to France 615|To help the Franks who there lay slaughtered, sore 615|In the fierce heat of Juno's emprise. With me 615|Were many thousands and more, who against 615|The heathen would not yield them up: nor yet 615|For cowardice, or wilful blindness, death 615|Or injured honor, was the death confessed. 615|With me was many thousands more, who had 615|Alone fled to their camp, their wives and all; 615|And all ======================================== SAMPLE 33180 ======================================== 21016|To-day a young man walked in our garden, 21016|A fair-haired boy with yellow hair. 21016|He paused, he gazed about, then said, 21016|"Oh, I'm the man you've sent to sweep the garden." 21016|"'Tis the end of sundown. A lovely girl 21016|Is sitting with her little brown cat," 21016|"Come, come, my silly little girl, 21016|That's a pretty garden," you said. 21016|"Oh, that's a nice big house, my dear, 21016|And all the flowers are blown," said he. 21016|"A nice big house!" the little child said, 21016|"And all the birds are on the wing, 21016|And I'm not made of straw." O false self, 21016|That would believe all the little children there. 21016|I have brought you all your playthings, 21016|A box of balls, a ball-ring, 21016|A pair of china rulers, 21016|One half a dozen of pebbles, 21016|And a nice old book with leather, 21016|I wish you'd be careful what you say; 21016|So no lies you'll whisper, whispering, 21016|And no lads should take to bed dewy eyes; 21016|But if you'll just trust yourselves, 21016|And go upon your errand, 21016|All the while you are giving kisses, 21016|You'll hear me laughing, laughing, 21016|And you won't forget a body 21016|You've kissed, kissed, kissed, 21016|All the while you're giving kisses. 21016|_I shall take no blame if I lose you, 21016|I cannot keep you from yourself; 21016|But if you should live to be old 21016|I shall be very sorry, 21016|Because it's certain that you won't know 21016|Another man's wife, 21016|And I shall be very, very sorry._ 21016|She was a little maid, 21016|And all the girls are little; 21016|But you and I _ought_ to 21016|Play the fool a little. 21016|(Little Maid Inn) 21016|Her hair was like the snows, 21016|Her eyes like dew-lit sheen, 21016|The lily petal on her hair 21016|Was pearly white. 21016|Her cheeks had rosy stain, 21016|Her lips were red and pale, 21016|Like roses in the flush, 21016|The flowery wreath of June. 21016|Her hair hung gold and red, 21016|Her locks of silver white, 21016|And her eyes were bright and clear 21016|As Heaven's own in the storm. 21016|A woman's wiles and ways, 21016|With her fair face and slender, 21016|Were but good wives and happy. 21016|She sat her down to sew, 21016|And for a mask did not show, 21016|She had a heart of pure, 21016|And a smile of true delight. 21016|And by the door she sat her down, 21016|To look about her, and see 21016|If boys were there, and only, 21016|But all in silence gathered round. 21016|And if her father's sons, 21016|Or brothers, or her mother 21016|Were boys, as I suppose, 21016|She would not tell them; but said,-- 21016|_She would not tell them! 21016|But if they had known it, 21016|Then, she would tell them._ 21016|There sat a little grey-headed man, 21016|On a little little little stone; 21016|And when he chanced to look, he looked about him; 21016|A woman there was seen to be; 21016|And when she chanced to catch him, she caught him on her, 21016|And made to dance about the grass, 21016|Till she'd have him eat no bread there, 21016|Without she knew that it were given. 21016|If she but knew, she'd tell him right; 21016|For the man had only been a dream, 21016|Since she'd heard he'd travelled round the world, 21 ======================================== SAMPLE 33190 ======================================== 28375|When men had lost their country, we should be 28375|So well repaid, that we should have no pain! 28375|But since we have our country, we have lost our pain, 28375|And God we forgive, if what we have forgiven. 28375|What wonder then we must be very ill 28375|With pain? though by the gods it was not wise: 28375|Let any but believe the gods here brought 28375|Were gods, and that no wonder were it well! 28375|Let any but think it true, that men are fed 28375|By this same hand, which is still ever fixt; 28375|That to their heart with this was never bent, 28375|No, never--not when all things did so go! 28375|If, then, our gods were gods, who should be sifted 28375|And mix their natures thus, and to us thus mix, 28375|But our own souls, which all have taken here, 28375|Which as their gods, they would have all bewitched? 28375|But if these spirits be all of us our own, 28375|Who but we are, and not our Gods, but we? 28375|Which therefore of us might that mixed be, 28375|Which now seems such to taste, if tasted is? 28375|What reason to suppose the gods afeard 28375|With souls so wondrous wondrous, and in dust, 28375|If they can stir the Gods, and the Gods do move? 28375|Who else could have stirred them? what one of them 28375|Could touch the thought, that, being stirred, did go? 28375|But they were stirred by the thought of men, 28375|They stir against us: we did stir them first; 28375|Nay, all the Gods were stirring then some one, 28375|Who in the midst moved, and did the gods implead: 28375|But if it chance, as then, our spirits have 28375|Remained in ashes, or have still less power, 28375|Whether in dust or ashes they remain, 28375|'Tis none of their own; the worst they'll be known: 28375|And, if they can, will be, though not the worst. 28375|If some of them we have, some of them we may, 28375|And, when some have gone, no other will we see. 28375|And then we'll see, how much, and what it be, 28375|Each heart and every sense of our own. 28375|But, since it seems, no gods do yet remain, 28375|Nor gods have yet been tried, it will remain. 28375|But if the Gods have Gods, and what we fear 28375|Is but to gods, and not to people here, 28375|Let's try the mind, and then--to whom we send 28375|Those spirits: if such we can, they'll take them all. 28375|If we can choose what to believe, and whom, 28375|Then let us believe not nothing but the most, 28375|With that, which doth most, and bearest good report. 28375|But let no other Gods be found than these, 28375|Though all the best are in them. It will but bless; 28375|The worst, the worst of all, will still be there, 28375|And none be more, than most in such a case. 28375|If that which I have said, which is so fair, 28375|Be but a fiction, you, that now will know. 28375|--The gods, and such as I, and others, know. 28375|"Let us be angry at all things" 28375|I do this time lament, 28375|That any let them be, 28375|Which do in words that are so thin. 28375|Fell Caesar's wrath, and Nero's rage, 28375|In you, which they in arms forego; 28375|And you, which others do, 28375|And in their time did the same; 28375|Which now we, so great was their hate, 28375|Must in scorn, and in this world behold! 28375|Let us be angry at all things, who 28375|Can make all things fitlier so. 28375|'Tis not, as some have said, 28375|The fictions, or the vain things-- 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 33200 ======================================== 1279|And on thy gentle tongue my woes are heard; 1279|The gentle angel that to thine is dear, 1279|Is dying in thy bosom; 1279|And, with her passing, I am mourn'd for. 1279|In this bleak, storm-beaten clime, 1279|Where storms and tempests lawless rave, 1279|Where, like a tottering oak, 1279|O'er-labour'd Liberty 1279|Laughs from her snowy hand, 1279|While night and danger interchang'd-- 1279|'Midst life's changing scenes let Fate 1279|With friendly Might I'll meet; 1279|'Midst blessings bright, and sights of joy, 1279|From home, from friends, from all around, 1279|I'll take a soul serene--mind--wise. 1279|I will not to despair; 1279|For God above will give thee all 1279|Thy want of what He gives, 1279|And yet reserve thy mind to Him. 1279|Thus, when thou dost thy reason try, 1279|And doubt's infirm eclipse, 1279|God's sure to give relief, 1279|And smooth the way to heaven. 1279|I have a pleasure in esteem, 1279|That no vain pretence can move, 1279|To find a true and pious friend, 1279|Or share in His elect: 1279|And that, with me to die, is one-- 1279|What can less, or more, then? 1279|For God is here, and I within, 1279|In the eternal theatre. 1279|He's there, not to disclose the good, 1279|But to impart the balm. 1279|And so, till His return again, 1279|To the dear ones on this earth, 1279|In silence, I'll live and long live. 1279|To thee, my father, whom I see 1279|On thine old shield abode, 1279|Since that long wearied servitude, 1279|I dedicate this volume. 1279|'Twas thy good providence disposed 1279|That I should have leisure here 1279|To do a kindness to thy worth-- 1279|And here I find an end. 1279|I thank thee, father, for that love 1279|From which thy heart did spring, 1279|Through every ills of life dealt out, 1279|The means how just! 1279|Farewell and peace, thy every day 1279|With me thou leav'st behind-- 1279|Farewell, thou pride of being young, 1279|For being old I fear thee. 1279|The day will come, my father dear, 1279|When thou shalt look back, 1279|For I must take the least degree, 1279|Of late so light before. 1279|May we meet ere our sweet life's run, 1279|But what! old man, thou can'st not say, 1279|Since I am new, how is my case? 1279|My neighbours soon enough will tell, 1279|My own friends soon enough will talk 1279|Of my youth, for now it ends: 1279|Thou canst not hide! 1279|How blest is he, who has not been! 1279|Who has seen more lives of men, 1279|And seen more deaths than one! 1279|Thy youthful fancy may be fond, 1279|Thy humour kind, my verse not now; 1279|But death does not a treat deny, 1279|A kindness gains a last day. 1279|May all whose hands have wrought the same 1279|Be wise and be exceeding blest 1279|For the last, and best time, when we 1279|Shall meet in heaven. 1279|When we shall join in immortal throng, 1279|Death having done him honour so, 1279|When the blest frame shall by decay 1279|Be leave'd to pilgrims in the grave, 1279|May there to each a gift be given-- 1279|A benison to feel that we 1279|Were worthy of the great and good, 1279|That we have not lost our place; 1279|That we have still our honours got, 1279|And ======================================== SAMPLE 33210 ======================================== 1279|The dame is all as rich as they: 1279|Or oft as rich the fop is: 1279|Her dame and I will find 1279|A double bliss at board. 1279|My head o'erwint't wi' thought I've pour'd 1279|The wark o' my brain; 1279|When by amang the heather spread, 1279|Alang the braes I ran; 1279|Whiles a' that look'd pleasant met me, 1279|Aht o' her I view't. 1279|As the gowden tints o' nature, 1279|In the light-house towers, 1279|Are lit an' sung to heaven by angels bright, 1279|Whate'er this world hath worth, 1279|Is my fair lovely frien'; 1279|Aft hae I wander'd by the banks o' Nith, 1279|Afield wi' Jean, my fair; 1279|And pou'd the blooming roses braunch up in front, 1279|And saw the blithesome Spring, 1279|And the bonie kye that thro' the airwoo run! 1279|Or seen the rose on yon dark brow, 1279|By the kirk-vine open'd wide, 1279|And a' alang the braes wi' merry din roun' 1279|Her sweete sang, and sung it wi' me. 1279|The first that e'er was heard at e'en, 1279|Wi' loud hush, 1279|Or cheery twinge o' the sweet-seeded rake, 1279|Was Jeanie's sweet pipe; 1279|And ever, in her pipe's fairy ring, 1279|The sound was heard. 1279|But, ah! that sound was heard no more, 1279|My fairest he 1279|Hath wrapt in hell's enchanted chain-- 1279|The pipe o' Jean. 1279|And a' the live-lang winter morn 1279|She sings an' weari's she will sing 1279|To the mou' o' Spring: 1279|But a' the summer flowers were fair 1279|As wude, as fair on a' lang syne, 1279|Her een o' summer were. 1279|Ah, Jeanie's happy luve, that's free to stray 1279|O' yon bonie burn, 1279|And sing a sang, and say good-bye 1279|To her, my Jean! 1279|The sun was shining, and the clouds 1279|Hung streaming gold, 1279|In the morn's glorious, glorious day: 1279|I wander'd on, 1279|By a streamlet free, 1279|To drink, and think, and dream again 1279|The life I lead. 1279|I sat on an isle where a roving tribe 1279|Wand'ed by softly smiling; 1279|A bird was chirping, softly singing, 1279|The hour of my choosing. 1279|I pondered, and cast mine eyes around, 1279|The roving tribe was nought nought but air, 1279|That gently whispered; 1279|No head was reclining in its place, 1279|But like a water-wheel was motionless in 1279|Motion. 1279|Oh wavering shapes, that in the flowing stream 1279|O'er me moved gently, gently: 1279|Then downward, still more wavering, downward, 1279|I downward cast mine eyes. 1279|In yon hollow starry bosom, 1279|Dryads crouch in innocence; 1279|And on their hair's low shadow sleeping 1279|The ivy clings. 1279|To me, O ye heav'nly mother, 1279|In the starry sky I view, 1279|My spirit fixt, in heavenly places, 1279|To dwell for aye. 1279|While the night comes o'er me wild, 1279|Aye, and doth my spirit fill, 1279|My bosom to the moon incline, 1279|To gaze therein! 1279|Whate'er is gay and lovely 1279|I'll ne'er forget, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 33220 ======================================== A hundred hands lay bare 40237|On the ground like white heifers sleeping free. 40237|"Wherein shall we sacrifice our life, 40237|That we may not live again to bleed?" 40237|"O Lord of Life, take thou our lives, 40237|And burn them in thine house alone; 40237|Then let the carcass be our ransom, 40237|And our dead bodies let us wear 40237|As the dead skins that cover us all." 40237|I thought of their white wings and their sweet breath, 40237|And their souls' life in the blood that they gave; 40237|And then I was glad all my heart was dead, 40237|And I had seen their sacrifice. 40237|I thought of the hand of God was laid on them, 40237|As they lay in their blood and their dead; 40237|And then I was glad all my heart was dead, 40237|And I had seen their sacrifice. 40237|I thought of the life of them that were slain, 40237|I am glad they have lived no more to bleed; 40237|I am glad that through their sweet blood the Christ 40237|Was made so perfect, so good to them. 40237|But I am angry, when I think life's been won 40237|In the living flesh that is nothing worth, 40237|When I see the poor flesh they gave be damned 40237|In the flesh that they gave me. 40237|I will go down to the river and will float and will swim; 40237|For I heard a strange voice singing in the tree; 40237|It seemed to chant and it squeaked and it shrieked, 40237|It chanted and squeaked and shrieked; 40237|In the bushes the moonlight grew cold and black, 40237|And the night-hawk rose on the hill. 40237|Was not this a wondrous thing? 40237|Was it not like the night-fly toying with the bee? 40237|The dew-fly to steal unto the flower and to the flower 40237|But the night-hawk was in the tree. 40237|Was not this a marvel? 40237|Was it not like the watch-fire to start, as a flag to be? 40237|To find a signal in the darkness of the night. 40237|But the night-hawk was in the tree. 40237|Was not this a vision? 40237|Was it not like a watch upon the waters, a watch kept through 40237|waves, 40237|Where the watch-dog prowled in the night? 40237|Yet the watch-dog in the tree stood still, 40237|And I cried, "O watch-dog of the tree, 40237|What wilt thou, take to thyself, I pray, alone, 40237|For thy part of the magic, alone thyself? 40237|The wail of the night-wandering wind." 40237|I will sing a song as wild as the nightingale sings, 40237|For the night grows cold, and the watch-dog in the tree 40237|Is silent in the branch to-night. 40237|I will sing a song as wild as the night-hawk sings, 40237|And the watch-dog with the branch in the tree 40237|Is in the branches alone. 40237|I will sing a song as wild as the night-wing sings, 40237|And the river in the forest grows low 40237|When the hour goes by where an arrow from the bow-string is heard. 40237|Yet they are not far, nor far behind; 40237|This is the hour and hour, and the earth is cold; 40237|This is the hour in which man was born; 40237|With the moon upon the stream where she sees and receives him. 40237|She smiles from off her boughs of promise; 40237|She calls to man and he turns to listen. 40237|She smiles and bows her head and waits, 40237|While a world sleeps in the grave below her. 40237|And this is the song that she sings, 40237|As she turns to meet them that come down the glen, 40237|As she sings from out her tree of beauty, 40237|The heart of a man, and the song that she sings. 40237|"I am the man that you have seen, 40237|I am ======================================== SAMPLE 33230 ======================================== 1304|I have been a bad girl! 1304|Yet I have been a good one! 1304|That I would amend, 1304|And strive on as before. 1304|I would not, when I choose, 1304|Use some rough, unscrupulous maid 1304|In some rough, unscrupulous way, 1304|Nor have her put to death. 1304|Nor lie upon my pillow, 1304|I would rather sleep 1304|With her upon my knee. 1304|I would rather, when I die, 1304|She should see me lying there 1304|Wounded and fast asleep! 1304|For the Gods care not for lusty, 1304|Sweet maidens, nor for virgins. 1304|But I care for no maids but YOU-- 1304|And YOU care for me! 1304|YOU care for me more than any! 1304|You care for any! 1304|And the more of care I show to you, 1304|The more of bliss I gain-- 1304|I care more for my girl on the plain, 1304|Than for any maid!'-- 1304|'I can care for neither,' quoth the Fool, 1304|And with that word the maid began to swear, 1304|For, in the dreadful hour of dread, 1304|Her eyes were fast with tears. 1304|'I do but say!' said the Fool, 1304|'I swear upon my knees! 1304|I will do whate'er she will choose; 1304|Therefore I do it! 1304|O verily, I cannot keep 1304|My mind from thinking 1304|She will ever be more like to YOU 1304|Than is now her wont!' 1304|But there fell on her a strange look of wonder 1304|At his change of mind. 1304|For ever since that time, 1304|The thought of LUCILE has come on her there, 1304|And ever since that time, she thought it so. 1304|And to the Maiden of LUCILE she made her will. 1304|She made her will in two forms one. She made it 1304|With the will in her, and said: 1304|'If my child be not as fair as I think she must be, 1304|I am resolved to go 1304|Into the world beyond the water-trough: 1304|And I'll travel full straightway to the moon, 1304|If but OENONYX there be there.' 1304|OENONYX was the name of a woman who died in childbirth, and 1304|As she sat spinning on her high stool at the window of the Maiden, 1304|The Maiden, and the Maiden's mother she saw; 1304|But the Maiden's mother saw her not, 1304|And the Maiden's father, seeing her, said, 'She sees not 1304|OENONYX is dead; 1304|She's dead, for she scap'd her Maker. 1304|OENONYX was born full of beauty and grace, 1304|But she scap'd her Maker to the very earth.' 1304|OENONYX was made out of good wheat, and straw, and clover; 1304|And she was scap'd up ere she was full grown. 1304|OENONYX fell in the way of the running of a herd, 1304|And the Maiden took to her husband's pains 1304|To make her not know what he was going to do, 1304|And she used him with all her might; 1304|But he would not of her good will avail: 1304|She would not scap' up her Maker very long 1304|Without any grief or fear; 1304|And he said, 'My poor child! my poor child!' 1304|She laid her to the ground and wept. 1304|OENONYX in a lonely church shall be. 1304|OENONYX is dead, and her Maker's heart; 1304|OENELY, the poor, and THUNDERDY, the wild are both fled. 1304|OENELY and THUNDERDY are gone to the world unknown; 1304|OENELY is in a dismal churchyard laid; 1304|The world shall know a sad and sudden death; 1304|But you ======================================== SAMPLE 33240 ======================================== 2732|But, to our great joy, a _charming_ thing it was, that was the 2732|"You have a mind," said he, "to put on a new one--at least, a 2732|"O, you never shall!" 2732|"I can't," says he, "for I haven't the money," and at last he 2732|"O my God!" says little John, "if you're in luck, I'll pay the 2732|"You'll do me that favor," says he; "come, let us sit down and 2732|'Tis to this shop we came; it is of fair worth, but it has a 2732|"No, no," says John, "my thoughts are turned upon buying, and the 2732|"Now," says he, "don't make me so hard of heart; for I must have 2732|A little way 2732|From London town 2732|I've taken this road, 2732|That leads to Scotland. 2732|Here's a little house, 2732|My dear lord's in it; 2732|Here's his dear wife, 2732|And here's the children 2732|That play round his fire 2732|For ever with a good will. 2732|I do believe, 2732|He loves the old time 2732|As any lady 2732|Would do at all, 2732|And I'll be married." 2732|"You've come on purpose to see my father," cries the young man. 2732|"Well, I'll try," says the other. 2732|The bride has then made ready her great tea, and now wishes to 2732|"'Tis in a week," said Joris, "that the bridegrooms and the children 2732|"That would be wonderful!" cried the bride. 2732|"I'll never go back there, for that would be improper," said the 2732|"I'm afraid you'll lose your shoes," said little Peter; "but I haven't 2732|"And why not?" said little Peter. 2732|"I've just come from the Fairy Fair," said little Peter. 2732|"Yes, what fair folk were there," answered little Peter. 2732|"My mother!" squeaked Mary-Ann; "they all do sell for five or 2732|"I wonder if they will let me look at their shoes, and ask me if 2732|"My father says 'twill be all right," said little Peter; and Joris 2732|sat, very still, with his head on his arm, and his face turned very 2732|"Now, mother!" he exclaimed; "why don't YOU come and look at them?" 2732|"I am too young to pull off that dainty hat," answered Peter, and 2732|"_I_ don't see why," said Joris. "I'll get the next pair, and 2732|"My mother!" echoed Mary-Ann; "they dress you like a lady. Go 2732|"And can you tell me what the--" 2732|"My dear little man," 2732|replied little Peter, "they dress me quite plain and fine, but 2732|that is their natural darkening. Oh! you'll be sure, however, that 2732|"Come," cried little Peter, and tried to cover his face with his 2732|"Heigh-ho! go and see the shoe, my dear! 2732|"I thought I heard you speak of it," said little Mary-Ann; "but, 2732|"I do," said Mary-Ann; "it's only the shoe." 2732|Little Peter, who was now very glad, went down into her bed, 2732|"And is that the way to come?" he said; "and is that the way to 2732|"Indeed it is," said little Mary-Ann. 2732|"Come here; do you want to see a little child?" asked the good Doctor. 2732|"I had a little one, too," answered little Peter with joy. 2732|"Ah! I had one too, but she's too old to play." 2732|says 2732|"I've got a little lambkin, of course;" 2732|"How does that fit in?" the Doctor thought. 2732|"I should think so," said little Peter, smiling. 2732|"It's a very pretty lambkin, ======================================== SAMPLE 33250 ======================================== 28591|My little one's sweet, sweet face 28591|Tis all too bright and bright 28591|To see in the dark-like room, 28591|And it is dark when day 28591|Before the day began. 28591|My little one goes with a face sad and sweet, 28591|All the bright life was there to see. 28591|It died; and the sweet, sweet face 28591|It had to kiss 28591|Was all too bright for me. 28591|The life was too bright for me. 28591|And all my boyhood went 28591|And never spoke as a word 28591|Of what will not come again, 28591|Or what is to follow still. 28591|In the old days when there was time 28591|I went with hands on the breast 28591|Of my baby to a place 28591|Where I heard laughter on a hill. 28591|I am here now, and I am happy, 28591|The tears are flowing freely, 28591|And my little child lies in the arms of me, 28591|She smiles so sweet. 28591|And I hear laughter in the sky. 28591|Ah, little, little face, 28591|I can hear no more 28591|The words of pain 28591|Of laughter, oh, my child, 28591|Or hope in aught. 28591|All's forgotten, all's forgotten 28591|Where I was born, 28591|No song has sprung from the tree, 28591|No song the breeze has whirled, 28591|The sun still goes away. 28591|But thou, to thee 'tis just the same, 28591|Thy baby years are fled; 28591|And when I think of the past, and thee 28591|I know the pain is past. 28591|To-day is nothing! Everything 28591|Of that life to me 28591|Has a single note; 28591|And every day there's some strange thing, 28591|A song the wind has won. 28591|It was not in the sky 28591|That the little song was born, 28591|But in our hearts at the heart of life, 28591|And in our hands at rest. 28591|And in the heart--of the heart 28591|The melody's dwelling-place; 28591|For no man of my father was yet 28591|A father, only God. 28591|So it shall come, and it shall come 28591|When the voice of the morning star 28591|Has dropped his heavy beams on Earth, 28591|And earth, in her night of fear, 28591|Grows calm again. 28591|And it is not in the sky; 28591|The joy is all a by-place, 28591|I cannot see the joy at all 28591|But I have lived and I have loved. 28591|I cannot hear the song that springs 28591|From the heart's organ in the sky; 28591|But I have heard it all the day, 28591|And I have seen it all the night. 28591|And the music, in the heaven, 28591|Is the music of the love I have heard, 28591|But I have sung it all the day, 28591|And seen it all the night. 28591|And it is not in the sky; 28591|But I will walk within it, 28591|And I will laugh with the angels. 28591|As of a song I shall grow up never 28591|But to-morrow in laughter and singing, 28591|And every man in his life shall come 28591|To hear the lads in the morning of spring 28591|Shout high in the sun. 28591|But I shall take the world with my tongue, 28591|And in the world, I shall travel, 28591|And all who are of the old school-- 28591|To-day shall have no time to regret 28591|That day when they came to us; 28591|But to-morrow--no, never! 28591|But we'll dance till the old merry dancers 28591|Have drunk their jolly wine, 28591|And let the old merry music ring through the door 28591|With the jolly laughter coming. 28591|We'll dance! We'll dance! 28591|We'll dance! ======================================== SAMPLE 33260 ======================================== 42058|The last night and day. 42058|In an evil hour he died, 42058|But, ere the dead and mourner came, 42058|We all had taken arms, we all had cast 42058|On one another the bitter stone 42058|Whose hearts had been at strife. 42058|The great men, the chief men among us all, 42058|Whose word had been law for ages, were but 42058|The torches of their might. 42058|But the poor yeomen, who kept their clean streets, 42058|And worked at their own craft; who kept their good 42058|And chivalrous honour--they all went up, 42058|And the great sun looked down: 42058|The fair moon looked down on us, whose daily 42058|Joy lay in our own power. 42058|And there was Love: but that was yesterday. 42058|Love is but a name for transient hopes, 42058|And those who laugh at Love, or look on it 42058|As an empty thing, are but the gossips 42058|Of the dead past. 42058|And there was Duty--a word which naught 42058|Since that fateful night, hath down tumbled down 42058|From lips which nought have meant to speak. 42058|But this I say--in the long-ago 42058|There lived two very great and worthy men 42058|Who would have been great kings; who stood apart 42058|From their fellows, and from their mutual cause; 42058|But the great king gave them tribute due, 42058|And they who stood within their kingdom's walls 42058|Had neither king nor chance to speak it out. 42058|But each of them had love, and each was true. 42058|Their house stood unharmed by storm of chance. 42058|And Fate hath made this word a name of scorn; 42058|And the great king hath done this poor yeomen, 42058|Their last and poorest man. 42058|There was a time when manhood, like a sword, 42058|Flashed on her, and the future was her shield. 42058|And her future eyes were clear and bright. 42058|But the strong king, who had made the nation 42058|Her slave and plow through all her strength away, 42058|Drew back her eyes and closed her bright eyes, 42058|And, in the face of all men, Death stood forth, 42058|Death made the king a thing of nought 42058|To stand within the eyes of woman, 42058|But to lie out of their reach, out of their reach. 42058|This time there was no king, no king and no future, 42058|But the eyes of woman, that had been so bright, 42058|And the eyes that looked at her, were in the dark, 42058|And the lightest touch was a harsh worldling's doom-- 42058|And they died. 42058|But they lived on and on and on--ah, they lived! 42058|And they loved a little. One had a child, 42058|And they looked to him for counsel. "Be of good cheer!" 42058|Said her old brother, "all these years have I found you 42058|Unskillfully for their needs." And he said: 42058|"I am but a man,"--but the mother still wept on. 42058|And he answered: "Our King hath set you free." 42058|And they both kissed each other, and they went away-- 42058|And they never were crowned together more. 42058|For ever and anon there would be a sound 42058|Of singing or of funeral or celebration, 42058|And the King would whisper in her child's ear, 42058|"Why are ye silent?"--yet he gazed upon the maids, 42058|And they stood as motionless as dead men's stones. 42058|And he answered: "Our old dreams may live on!" 42058|And the eyes were dark with tears that glittered white and 42058|darker. 42058|But his word would not be broken, nor his word be sealed, 42058|Nor one word of scandal in the mother's breast. 42058|So the Maidens went down, one by one, 42058|Down from the Throne--the first one that would speak 42058|Was a little woman in ======================================== SAMPLE 33270 ======================================== 30391|In that which was so dear to her, or by 30391|The ways whereby she could find her true, 30391|With those that were beyond her faith-- 30391|And those she found to be false indeed-- 30391|The wreathed arms she bore, the crown she wore, 30391|The flower, the light, and the rose, that glowed-- 30391|For aught that she had not of all the five 30391|A hand to hold, a face to look on,-- 30391|She strove, and would not let one sinew fail. 30391|Though in our city was not heard one cry, 30391|And yet she was contented, she wore 30391|Her little grace as if she might not blemish 30391|The sweet life that she could not tarnish. 30391|And yet, if there still be one place in the land, 30391|Which shows no sign of ruin, when men die, 30391|In that where, in a sunlit wood, a queen 30391|Lay sleeping, with soft limbs, and long hair, 30391|The dead woman, and that queen's lord-- 30391|The cruel, cruel, one who held her down, 30391|Pierced with a shaft, a king--where he fell. 30391|And yet there is a spot there, that shows 30391|More than any other sign, the mark 30391|Of something more than all men know; 30391|That is the spot of the dead and queen; 30391|The light that flashed on her face, and her hair, 30391|And on her lovely limbs, that the light 30391|Was woven of heaven, and the light 30391|That shone of these great women, and they 30391|Whose light hath changed the worlds of men. 30391|And if there be a spot where all are lost, 30391|And all our lands lie shattered and lost, 30391|And if that spot be the last and least, 30391|There shall no more be light in the skies, 30391|For her soft eyes, and her hands, and her hair.... 30391|The air is like a woman, pale, 30391|With the blood of the morning and fall. 30391|And like a woman is her face, 30391|Whereon, on the stone, the last light burns, 30391|Whereon lie the lips, whereon lie the eyes. 30391|And like that woman are the ways 30391|Of life, that wound her, and wound her hair. 30391|And like that woman is her heart, 30391|That with her arms and her hands 30391|Can clasp heaven, then falter, and lie there. 30391|And like that woman is her heart, 30391|That can lie there, and be glad in death, 30391|And can give up love to death, 30391|And death to her body, and face, and hair. 30391|And so they have lived; and so they have sinned, 30391|Nor will sin, but only in vain, 30391|With the love that hath ceased to live. 30391|Nathless the people, and the maidens, 30391|And the men and the maidens, shall know 30391|What happer they are that lie here, 30391|Where they were born and have died: 30391|And when the wind hath ceased its song, 30391|The wind, and the day's face darkened 30391|Of all the days that have come since then. 30391|And they that were of love and fame, 30391|They shall go hence to the deep cave 30391|Where dwell in the dead,--the dead that lie here, 30391|And there be found the few that were dear. 30391|And yet the women shall live on, 30391|And they shall be still, and their life's breath 30391|Shall pass like the sun's; and many years 30391|Shall pass until the sun shall go down. 30391|And yet, and yet, no word of theirs 30391|Shall fall and touch earth, nor the sun 30391|Fall nor rise since they have lived on here, 30391|And never a word, and never a moan 30391|Shall find a tongue to utter and say. 30391|And if there be more than one, nor but one, 30391|And ======================================== SAMPLE 33280 ======================================== 1731|The last night's sorrow as a spring, 1731|Filling with joy all the past night, 1731|The light is turned to night and day, 1731|I leave my soul at the gates of night 1731|That closed like a prison-gate; 1731|And I climb, and I laugh, and I sing, 1731|To see the light again: 1731|The sun is a golden torch for me 1731|To light my way to heaven. 1731|So I sing for my heart that's set 1731|Aloft in the skies so blue; 1731|The light is turned to light so clear, 1731|And with it all my grief; 1731|And though my heart, my heart be heavy, 1731|I laugh at the world. 1731|The sun is a lamp too plain, 1731|And all my weary life so dim, 1731|That I laugh and I sing to see it burn, 1731|And I forget my pain; 1731|And a sudden star in the east 1731|Out of the darkness is born, 1731|And we twain sing as one, and my heart 1731|Is filled with light again; 1731|And life to me is a song of light, 1731|And light to me is life; 1731|And I think, if it were only sung, 1731|My heart could never die; 1731|Yet, as I sing on to heaven, 1731|'Tis a love-song to my heart, 1731|Or it were a song no more, 1731|But a song that all should hear: 1731|For all my heart is set upon 1731|A light for all men's glory, 1731|The light of a bright sun, 1731|The sun that's set and set again, 1731|And I am no more a man 1731|I am a god in my own right, 1731|A god without one sin, 1731|And, looking in the eyes, 1731|What is it that I see? 1731|A god without one sin, 1731|Or hope, or dream, or passion, 1731|That I see, and see not; 1731|Whom are the worlds to whom I do belong? 1731|The worlds are mine, to me they belong, and mine alone. 1731|I think the days were brief 1731|When my heart was like the grass; 1731|So fair was the dear world 1731|That I have loved to walk in. 1731|And the eyes that looked so 1731|Are the earth's and the skies', 1731|And the feet and hands and the feet and the hands and the head. 1731|The nights and days are few, 1731|And all the dark things done, 1731|What with the night's and the day's and the dawn's red heart; 1731|And my heart is with the light, 1731|And I walk in the light, 1731|And I walk in the light and I walk to the end. 1731|I have known, I have known of change, 1731|And what a change is this! 1731|It only made my heart more glad 1731|And my head more gray. 1731|Like a beautiful flower 1731|It grows in heaven and bears no fruit. 1731|Yet it knows no sorrow, 1731|And yet knows no wrong. 1731|It only brings a freshness, and a grace 1731|From the sunshine of youth, 1731|And the light of a sunny hope 1731|That never dies out; 1731|And a heart contented as the heart of a child, 1731|Yet free as the bird that sings, 1731|For it knows no sorrow, 1731|And yet knows no wrong. 1731|And I have walked with a sense of my youth again, 1731|Unconscious of a change beyond the flower of sense, 1731|And the old glory of my manhood again, 1731|And the eyes of a fairy queen, 1731|And this world's sense and joy 1731|And the world of reason once more. 1731|And I think, if death should be the penalty, 1731|And my life not a prison for a loveless thought, 1731|Would I pass the curtain, 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 33290 ======================================== 5185|And he has left me little ones, 5185|Lamp of my childhood, sister, spouse; 5185|Long have I sought thy help, 5185|Sought thee oft with finger-tips 5185|With thy soft and shining hands; 5185|I have searched thy wisdom-hearth 5185|Till I have thy hand and lips, 5185|Till I have one limb and face 5185|To support my heavy bark, 5185|To support my feeble wing, 5185|To support my fragile sail. 5185|Thus I search the sea and waters, 5185|Search for thee wherever I roam, 5185|Find thee nightly in the waters, 5185|But, my guide, I cannot see thee, 5185|Find but dimly the Eternal, 5185|In the deeps of ocean-space." 5185|Then the ancient Wainamoinen 5185|Answered thus the host of Pohya: 5185|Wheel of God, and I will give thee 5185|Square a platform for my vessel, 5185|Light for my bark of war-ship, 5185|Rafts of oak and pine-tree planks, 5185|Thus thou shalt support my vessel, 5185|Thus afford me greater strength. 5185|"Be not pleased with this answer, 5185|Man of Northland, to thy bidding. 5185|Has Pohyola's God ordered thee 5185|To our island woodlands and waters, 5185|To our distant home and kindred? 5185|Wilt thou give thanks for things ordered 5185|By the God of His great command? 5185|Wilt thou make a halt for pleasure, 5185|Take thy stand on Godweag-Iss, 5185|On the ancient Alue-hon, 5185|On the great, gray Apostle, 5185|On the one-horned lynx-horn, 5185|On the one-pointed spear-fisher?" 5185|Thus the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Answers sadly smitten by lightning: 5185|"Neither thanks my guest shalt thou give me, 5185|Gift of His Majesty the Almighty, 5185|God before whom all things obey me! 5185|Gitche, Manume,! thy host will perish, 5185|Fallen by the power of Ilmarinen, 5185|By the hand of the magician, 5185|By the wizard, son of Lempo!" 5185|Wah!! wah!! profound is the trouble 5185|That the magician, Ilmarinen, 5185|Is in now day grown grave-hearted; 5185|All his ships are full of sailors, 5185|All his sailors have but yesterday 5185|Sailed away into the Northland, 5185|To the isle of the hereafter. 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola 5185|To the blacksmith, Ilmarinen: 5185|"Wherefore art thou living at yonder, 5185|Moving about thy chambers wildly? 5185|Must thou suffer terrible mishap, 5185|Woe and disaster ever waiting 5185|Upon thy coming here an-heaping!" 5185|Wainamoinen thus made answer: 5185|"Tamamo officiates truly 5185|That the presence of the angel, 5185|Speaks the death of Wainamoinen, 5185|And the impassivity 5185|Of his limbs from death and torture; 5185|But the God will give me strength, 5185|When he sees that I am living, 5185|Faith and courage still remaining. 5185|To destroy the serpent-thane, 5185|Whither has Pohya come hither? 5185|To the island-woods and darkness, 5185|To the honey-fields of Pohya?" 5185|Thereupon the ancient hero 5185|Answered in the words which follow: 5185|"Strong oppose the hand of Ukko, 5185|Strong the will of God and heaven, 5185|To annihilate the evil, 5185|To destroy the foes of purity, 5185|In the islands of the evening, 5185|In the isles of the gloomy moon. 5185|O thou blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5185|Forge thine arms to fight the serpent, 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 33300 ======================================== 2558|"There are few of life like the Queen of the Glen!" 2558|And the Queen of the Glen is a lady gay, 2558|With great crimson locks that curl so grandly round; 2558|And she is dancing on the ground-- 2558|How she dances! how she dances!-- 2558|And the ladies and the knights of the North 2558|Look wonder-struck at this sight! 2558|What is her dance?--what is her fortune? 2558|She is beautiful and noble; 2558|She is Queen of beauty, power, and love 2558|And she lives in the heart of a brook! 2558|(She is dancing on a little bridge 2558|That runs down to the river, 2558|And the brook in the shadow is flashing 2558|The gleam of its fountain-bubbles!) 2558|What does she dance to that happy brook 2558|That murmurs along the verdant deep? 2558|Her heart leaps up to hear the whispering 2558|That moves along the clear brown bank. 2558|The brook is young it has never heard 2558|As many and many a lovely tale, 2558|But little we find in its fountains 2558|But flowers that hang in the wind and sigh. 2558|And this is lovely to me; 2558|I am tired of earth and all its fears, 2558|The dark and restless world of sorrow 2558|Where Love and Life are slain together; 2558|I am looking through the clouds for the home 2558|The radiant clouds have never left. 2558|But they shine and gleam and fade 2558|Like silver, gleaming pearls; 2558|And the sun has passed and the moons are gone 2558|And night is near its setting: 2558|And on the face of that lonely hill 2558|I see the gleam of their resting-place. 2558|It stands in the vale amid the wood, 2558|But with its shadow never hides 2558|Its gentle countenance, 2558|And so I stand apart, 2558|And wonder if its heart still weeps 2558|Its sorrow from the lonely heart of a brook; 2558|Or if it still seeks, 2558|With a softer voice 2558|And an enamored song, 2558|The love of the lovely women whom it knew of old! 2558|The moon has passed and the moons are dim, 2558|I look for the radiant cloud and the sky! 2558|Heaven, do you hear me now? 2558|The stars are falling from out the blue 2558|Above the little wood that stands alone, 2558|And their light is like a song from a far-off sphere, 2558|To the heart of every maiden that loves me! 2558|The moon has passed and the moons are dim, 2558|The stars are bright upon the face of me, 2558|And their shining hands are bending over me 2558|And all my soul is aye bent to their will! 2558|Oh! for the music of the stars 2558|On the lips of the singing birds! 2558|While I am in a merry mood 2558|And the moon-song floats away, 2558|With the maiden who is fair to see, 2558|In her garden-ground! 2558|What is she doing there, 2558|With her hair o'erhung, 2558|And the dainty, rosy cheek-- 2558|Oh! for the goodly weather 2558|On a lovely May night, 2558|On a lovely May night! 2558|What do you mean to-night 2558|To get thus rich in May, 2558|When the spring is only June, 2558|And summer only can't start? 2558|You'll marry me? You won't? 2558|Oh, how brave is he! 2558|So base-born! so base-born! 2558|So selfish! and so brave! 2558|Oh, how brave is he! 2558|Then he's an angel, so! 2558|God made him and nurtured him 2558|And he'll be just like a man: 2558|On a merry May night. 2558|A good man he's not, 2558|The better ======================================== SAMPLE 33310 ======================================== 24869|The dame, like Jámbaván, in wrath appeared, 24869|And spoke her anger: “For that thou art 24869|Worse than the Gods to a mortal man, 24869|I have been sent by Daśaratha, lord 24869|Of Janak’s sons, to wreak my vengeance, 24869|And bring thee low and forfeit the land. 24869|This is the land that bears thy name: do 24869|As I bid thee, O Prince of men! 24869|And to the forest seek, thy prey 24869|By thy own mother won by guile.” 24869|Prince Ráma heard the words she spake, 24869|And swift that speech he bade him run 24869|To Lakshmaṇ and the princes, all 24869|Bearing a shaft of shafts in hand. 24869|He drew his bow of matchless gold, 24869|His arrows ready for the fray: 24869|Then, with swift steps and with keen look 24869|With the king he came: each to meet 24869|The other, as a lion meets 24869|A panther fierce in prow of bone, 24869|Who threatens from the rearward, fled. 24869|Then Ráma, at the hearing of 24869|King Daśaratha, turned and bent 24869|His eyes upon the monarch’s self, 24869|And said within his longing breast: 24869|“The bow of Lakshmaṇ which is near 24869|Was bitterer than most arrows have; 24869|And not the mightiest arrow fly 24869|That flies because its aim is won. 24869|I left it here as I might leave 24869|A lost or wounded creature sad, 24869|And as a friend I came to seek 24869|A thing I could not find again. 24869|But, lord of men, my bow I brought 24869|As I commanded me to do, 24869|And, when I left it on the ground, 24869|I saw it lying by the tree, 24869|That o’er its branches, girt with boughs 24869|Of blossoms sweet, was wreathed with dyes, 24869|Winding its roots in the grass’s sheen, 24869|And sweet, by every breeze to smell, 24869|The little flowers the boughs upreared. 24869|So in his bow-room for the night 24869|Will Lakshmaṇ bow before his God 24869|After the glorious task begun, 24869|As duty bids—for to guide his feet 24869|My brother from the battle’s toil.” 24869|Thus in his bow he bade him stand, 24869|And when he wanted to advance, 24869|The prince in answer to his word 24869|An arrow to a jag of gold 24869|Dismissed in air, or fell in smoke. 24869|And Ráma saw the mighty bow 24869|That Lakshmaṇ’s hand had bent, and so 24869|His heart-devoted brother saw 24869|The arrow on his brother’s arm. 24869|And all the chiefs around him seated, 24869|Thus spoke to Raghu’s brother: “See, brother, 24869|Each arrow that he has bent is bent 24869|With thought of death, that it may reach 24869|To those whose lives it pierces so, 24869|And bring him to the foe with ease: 24869|So will that shaft have made its way 24869|To Ráma’s arm, and reached his head. 24869|Or if the shaft, well aimed and timed, 24869|Might reach him not, thou, O Lakshmaṇ, art 24869|My surest hope, of all who live 24869|On earth, for virtue’s sake designed 24869|In the great task that waits them now. 24869|To thee I speak that bow I took, 24869|Because of thee, that glorious son, 24869|And wish again the glorious sign(953) 24869|Of that high task by Ráma won.”(954) 24869|Canto LXXXII. The Return To The West. 24869|As ======================================== SAMPLE 33320 ======================================== 8197|The old blue sky, the old sweet air, 8197|The old yellow sun-rise. 8197|I knew that love was near me, 8197|I looked to see her not, 8197|I dared to dream it knew 8197|The secret of my face, 8197|And, like some far beloved child, 8197|I dared to wake and kiss. 8197|As if no harm could come to me, 8197|I took at last her hand, 8197|She gave to my heart at last 8197|The kiss she knew. 8197|But we had lived in bliss 8197|Before she left: 8197|Oh, how could we forget, 8197|Or kill the dream? 8197|Our eyes are always closed 8197|While in my heart 8197|My beloved goes 8197|Where'er I rove. 8197|My beloved sleeps in my breast, 8197|In the great dark beneath. 8197|It is sweet to rest there, 8197|But to breathe is not nearly 8197|As sweet as her scent 8197|In the great dark beneath. 8197|It is lovely to keep my sleep, 8197|To stand without her, to weep my eyes, 8197|To think of all the things I may not say, 8197|To think of all the things I may not show, 8197|To dream that her sweet breath is always near. 8197|The moon is shining now by the seas, 8197|Down the windy sea that carries the moon: 8197|Ah, how the light shines, on the sands below, 8197|When the green sea is blowing on the lands. 8197|The moon is shining now on the shore, 8197|When I watch a ship go out to sea. 8197|It is sweet to rest now in my bed, 8197|To think of days that are all gone by, 8197|To dream of how I may have fared, since last 8197|I went out to sea. 8197|It is beautiful to watch the tide 8197|Rolling against my very feet. 8197|Ah, I can feel the warmth of the sea, 8197|When the wind blows upon my heart. 8197|There are many days, many nights, 8197|For the little ship goes out to sea. 8197|The sea is always dark for me, 8197|And I cannot fall asleep. 8197|When the night is dark and the night fog rises 8197|I am always in a fright. 8197|There are many things that I miss, 8197|So strange though they seem to be: 8197|The music and the night crowding in my head, 8197|Of the old songs that once were mine. 8197|I am never very well again, 8197|I cannot walk or stir; 8197|The lights are always always bright, 8197|And the waves always madly roll. 8197|But when the sun is gone away, 8197|And the day comes in at last, 8197|I see the world a merry-night 8197|With the ships and the stars and the moon. 8197|It is so very dark, 8197|It is very dark and dark 8197|To-day. 8197|Let me not weep, 8197|Or think too wise, 8197|While they are here to make them see 8197|How very brave 8197|We are. 8197|Let me not laugh, 8197|Or else 8197|I shall be 8197|A fool. 8197|Let me not look, 8197|It is very dark. 8197|The sun's a-bed, 8197|To-night. 8197|Ah, we are poor: 8197|Let them make me think I've riches too 8197|If I should let them think 8197|That my heart is empty now, they say. 8197|Let them make the empty one seem grand 8197|With things that once I had, 8197|And they shall not try to fill it with aught but gold. 8197|Let others have, how rich! what they have been; 8197|But I have had the whole, 8197|And shall have everything. 8197|They'll lie and cheat and deceive us; 8197|We've all ======================================== SAMPLE 33330 ======================================== 13649|But he, being of a bold and brave stock, 13649|Fell in love with his own pretty dog, 13649|And in a rage he shot her, dead as skeet,-- 13649|Out goes his head, and down his arms, and down! 13649|O, dear! the poor dog is dying; 13649|She's bleeding from the roots away, 13649|I'd give her half of what I make 13649|If I could get her back again! 13649|O brave dog! O sweet dog! 13649|Thou art a coward soul, my dear; 13649|But if thou canst bring her back, 13649|I shall not fear the blow, 13649|Lest I myself come after, 13649|And shoot thee dead as soon as dead 13649|"_O, love, love, love_," all sweet and clear 13649|Comes singing down the wind 13649|From yonder sweet old village home 13649|To yonder fields of hay. 13649|O, love, love, love, love again, 13649|As sweet as when again 13649|I see her face and breath the while 13649|The sun grows warm and high. 13649|There, in the pasture, by the fence, 13649|Where the sun and hay grow thick, 13649|And, like an arrow from the bow, 13649|Pierces the golden haze, 13649|There in the evening shine and shine 13649|My little dog appears, 13649|And my love, my darling dog, 13649|Comes singing cheerily. 13649|O, sweet dog and fat, and yellow hair, 13649|Your face is like the sun; 13649|And the yellow hair floats in the grass 13649|And dances with the dance the corn. 13649|When you sing nothing is so still, 13649|And everything so sweet; 13649|Then why should I, O heart of mine, 13649|Love you for all my days? 13649|But when, as I gaze at you now, 13649|All your sunshine gone for me, 13649|O dog, dog, my dear, for whom 13649|Could I love but you or me? 13649|A man had fifty thousand wives, 13649|And ten to one was none; 13649|But two he had that one might be 13649|Yet more than one; and this was done; 13649|So he built a house all perfectly fair, 13649|Four hundred and ten chambers too. 13649|And twenty chambers built he, and bound 13649|All the doors; and all the keys of hell; 13649|And this was all for one that died,-- 13649|One that would not come to love him more! 13649|O happy bed! O happy slumber! 13649|I dreamed it all this night. 13649|I dream'd a noble knight came down 13649|From heaven, to do me right. 13649|With me beside his tent he came; 13649|He said to me: 'Welcome!' 13649|I dream'd, and I dreamed, and I dreamed again, 13649|And so long I dream'd, and then I slept! 13649|"There was no war," quoth she, "beyond words, 13649|No more there will be; 13649|We must be husband and wife." 13649|And while we vow'd and swore and shen'd 13649|And mail, and powers, and powers, 13649|We never had a murmur, 13649|And all things went right to the end. 13649|But when at last this good ladye 13649|Told us she mought be dead, 13649|Then she said upon my life! 13649|There never were maidens more to her! 13649|For having borne a blythe and a mirth, 13649|She said, "We'll be husband and wife." 13649|And so it was she dreamed all this night! 13649|For our joys and our weariness, 13649|She said upon my life! 13649|"O God! that a lady were a maiden!" 13649|The old clock in the belfry said, 13649|"There never were maidens more to me!" 13649|And so we say'd, "We'll be husband and ======================================== SAMPLE 33340 ======================================== 2428|The same to all, and in like sort, the same; 2428|To all, yet still the greatest and the least: 2428|A soul that can behold (if she can) 2428|In one, and in such men as these, a world, 2428|And in a world, to stand in two jurisdictions, 2428|And both, the king, and subjects, monarchs, subjects all. 2428|All that can make a nation's heart to swell 2428|With feelings not inane: no lusty wreath, 2428|Nor gaudy boudoir; no busy scullion's life, 2428|No head with lion's, boar's, or dog's degree; 2428|But simple pleasures, such as make a nation live: 2428|Those, such as make a prince a man of sense. 2428|And, since the world, on all occasions, needs, 2428|To make a noble man, and make him dear 2428|To all, and to himself, in every place, 2428|And every man,--to his high, his low, his queen, 2428|His country's or its province's pride and joy, 2428|Is all that heaves his monarch to the throne; 2428|His crown is the delight and pride of all; 2428|His regent it is to his own extended heart: 2428|A sovereign life, that to the world is dear: 2428|Where, at his heart, (as when all things are felt,) 2428|The heart and the statesmen are one, and one only. 2428|A mind, that (so to make clearer the case) 2428|Dares boldly to assert the most unalienated right, 2428|To which the heart of some mortal, or some god, 2428|Is native (so to speak) and which can feel 2428|The bond that binds it to the highest power above. 2428|So, having put these points to simple fools, 2428|The gentle book begins again to say. 2428|That these are truths, we might as rightly say 2428|We should not wish to alter them at all: 2428|For neither this, nor that, nor any vice, 2428|To man can be assigned in this our sphere. 2428|But as, in theology, there's a doubt 2428|On points of fact, yet none on what they mean: 2428|On this, for instance, certain opinions lie 2428|To man (and God, if such there are to hide), 2428|The devil he's there, and good are saints to-day. 2428|On that, for instance, he has a right to say, 2428|That spirits can't be heard in the night to-day 2428|As of themselves, and that each soul at home 2428|Has equal rights for heaven and earth to share; 2428|That angels can't walk with the earth and the sun, 2428|And the stars go round; and that all things go ill: 2428|That angels can't marry their souls so free, 2428|Can't live in the home, and can't serve around: 2428|That the soul in the grave has, not so free, 2428|Can't sit on sheaves, and will have no cause for to fret; 2428|And angels with souls on high can't come down 2428|And do their work below, and the good above: 2428|And so on, till, in their neat way of thought, 2428|It should be quite plain all are, to your mind, mistaken. 2428|But let no casual critic pass his days 2428|In gladden'd ignorance of the deepest deal; 2428|Let none, like the common man, let him 2428|With fancies blest but ill acquaint with sense; 2428|Let him, like foolish fools, take his chance 2428|Of blundering nonsense, and absurd turns: 2428|Let nought be lightly thrown into his way, 2428|So much as doubts, or apprehensions dark, to please: 2428|Let no dark cloud be raised in his mind 2428|To cast a shadow o'er the joys which he admires; 2428|Let him, by means of imagination led, 2428|And fancy, run to distant pastimes, and view 2428|The present pleasures of the genial joys, 2428 ======================================== SAMPLE 33350 ======================================== 15370|Budgies are a good deal too; 15370|They're a nice thing for those who like, 15370|It's just a matter of which one you like. 15370|I really can't tell you how I like 'em; 15370|They're a kind of a treat in general. 15370|Sometimes I like 'em raw, perhaps, 15370|'Tis my mode of preference: 15370|But then I always find them, after all, 15370|Of a nature quite dissimilar. 15370|'Mong the two kinds, it's quite apparent 15370|In some folks' minds, I feel, 15370|They're _not_ _really_ good enough: 15370|You can't get them _right_ by a single tryst, 15370|They must have the _first_-shiverings. 15370|It's so difficult to get rid of 'em-- 15370|We're not yet quite quite clear as to what's 'is-- 15370|And, I'm not much interested in making 'is, 15370|I think I'd rather wish 'im good for 'is. 15370|They're _like_ the sun, you understand! 15370|And the fact--that I could list to you-- 15370|With all the _expectancy_ and _pallor_ 15370|I feel from the way they do shine in front 15370|Of everybody. 15370|In the South when I go out there 15370|For a drive, I do it for 'ee; 15370|In the North when I go out there 15370|For a drive, I do it for 'ee. 15370|'Is 'ee, like the birds, I know; 15370|She is ever at my heels, 15370|With the pout and the puckerin' and all that, 15370|And the eyes of a dove! 15370|'Is the wagtail and the boxer-fly! 15370|'Is the worm! 'Is the bee! 15370|'Is the one-eyed thorn-snake! 15370|'Is the lark in the milch-milk! 15370|'Is the pish-bee flying! 15370|'Is the humming-bird singing! 15370|'Is the cricket dancing! 15370|'Is the bird with the bev'rous breast! 15370|'Is the mouse in the stubble! 15370|'Is 'ee going to take 'im, 15370|In the milk-wheel on the hill? 15370|'Is the milk-white hen after 'im 15370|In the stubble after 'im? 15370|'Ere long they'll knock 'im down 15370|To the little muddy patches 15370|Where the pouting grass doesn't grow, 15370|But a great way out of town! 15370|'Ere long their 'usurers will 15370|Knock 'im down to the little town, 15370|With the yellow workers round, 15370|To rob 'um 'neath a tree! 15370|It's just a picture there 15370|Of the usual--just a girl 15370|With a little broom, broom in hand, 15370|And broom in bush, bush at shoulder; 15370|But the brush's off the broom! 15370|It's no use to look back now! 15370|She is on her way back. 15370|I think the little broom's off the broom, 15370|And the brush is off 'er broom! 15370|I do, myself, suppose 15370|I was not such a fool 15370|As that to-morrow. I don't know, 15370|I must be dreaming! 15370|I heard this morning, 15370|I know what I said so plainly 15370|(The little old lady's voice was low): 15370|"You _must_ go back there and see 15370|What I can do for you! 15370|A man, if I'm a man, 15370|Who gets out of "the way of the sun" 15370|Has in a minute to die! 15370|"You must take my child!" 15370|I saw her look! 15370|She can't go back there--how could she! 15370|I knew that she would; 15370|She's _ ======================================== SAMPLE 33360 ======================================== 2888|To the littlest creature, for a moment 2888|Seeming to take her fancy, till she thought 2888|She had found him by the way, and said, 2888|"Well, may'st thou be here! how sweet to see 2888|A woman dressed in a neat and neat 2888|Swim, like you!"--"I have not," he answered, 2888|He was but one of the twenty to whom 2888|He was married, and they both, at his door, 2888|Went up and down the stairs in play, all 2888|Singing, with the children; and in fine 2888|As we all are taught, a man should not 2888|Forget that day, nor be forgetful, 2888|Nor forget that day, nor ever wear 2888|A cap that was ever so fine, 2888|Or that he wore it, when young and witty. 2888|But as all things which we call fine 2888|Were in the man (I'll not say which was 2888|The woman) out of doors he ran 2888|And hid him in the trees;--then in spite 2888|Of all his best endeavour, he came, 2888|And left his wife at the tree, and the 2888|Children in the bushes all alone. 2888|Then they were well content to keep 2888|Homes of their own--all that was needful-- 2888|And in and out and round about, 2888|And in a little play-place, and there. 2888|One afternoon they were to run away:- 2888|"Ah!" said their mother, and she wiped. 2888|"You can run, you can run," said their father. 2888|And they were well content to run away:- 2888|So in the forest they ran away. 2888|And there they hid from all the boys, 2888|And there their fathers sat them down 2888|As boys who have not learned the name 2888|And names of their companions of yore, 2888|And each, with an alms, a little alms. 2888|"A nice little game of tag," they said, 2888|(But they who learnt the story well, 2888|See the picture in the page). 2888|"A nice little game of tag." 2888|But there they hid from all the boys, 2888|And there the father sat him down; 2888|And then he broke the alms he had, 2888|And went a-hunting, and got the bear 2888|That had so well been waiting for him, 2888|The old hunter, old on the slopes, 2888|Who, when they told him that they'd have a deer, 2888|Would give them a dollar--no more-- 2888|And came up to their cabin;--and then 2888|"A Nice little game of tag," they said, 2888|(But they who learnt the story well, 2888|See the picture in the page). 2888|All the night they hunted together, 2888|All the light and night they hunted, 2888|And the good old woman, with children three, 2888|Rode out across the river, and, with lights 2888|Of the moon in her face, and the snow around her 2888|On her coat and her head a-bob, and the fire 2888|In her hand, as she made her way along, 2888|With her boys, who cried, as they caught the joke, 2888|And begged her to go on--and the woman 2888|Said with a slightish smile, "A nice little game; 2888|You must come inside, and let them see." 2888|There was the old man's wife, the old one's child, 2888|The old one's darling; and the children three 2888|Were very tender, and could not hold them fast 2888|Without a fight to win--and at last the old one 2888|(He was a good little hunter) went up 2888|And caught the bear. A hunter never missed 2888|That moment, in his eyes and eyes alone; 2888|For the old one had one eye, and the moon 2888|Hovered above him like a fairy in a dream. 2888|He caught the bear a moment after that, 2888| ======================================== SAMPLE 33370 ======================================== 19385|Is the ladye, the dearest of all! 19385|To her we welcome must the guest of day, 19385|Her presence's dearest joys to us! 19385|Her smile's pure dew-drops, to whom we cling, 19385|Her smiles, her laugh, her charms, her beauty's all, 19385|And ever in her bosom holds a part, 19385|And in her heart keeps a heart with me. 19385|Our love is all like sunshine, with bright ray, 19385|With smiles and laughter, music and delight; 19385|By one common passion we are bless'd, 19385|To live, if what we love is Heaven's own way, 19385|And the sweet music that makes blissful tears, 19385|From heart-beat in our eyes may flow away. 19385|When the dew-drops of morning peep, thy bloom 19385|Will cover my sad heart with sweetness's dew; 19385|And when my bosom feels it is my part 19385|To join my lady's and her bosom's bliss, 19385|There will be pleasure without compare 19385|'Twixt love like yours and love like thine, 19385|Since each could wish that we were one in will, 19385|One soul in affection, and one heart in bliss. 19385|The love that, like some sweet bird, 19385|Flits round each blossom, and plays, with a spring 19385|Of its own music sweet, through all its branches, 19385|When it has left one for another, 19385|And, like that bud-flap, bud by bud 19385|Is murmuring now, now back, to listen 19385|The same song, as after it its nest has broken, 19385|Is as lovely a bird as ever a bird would; 19385|The fairest rose, as ever that ever a rose would. 19385|The joy that, at pleasure, 19385|Is born and dies with the day, a flower in the season, 19385|Is as fair and sweet, when it dies, as the rose when it dies. 19385|'Tis the joy of love and of joy, &c. 19385|'Tis the best joy that can be 19385|To think, in the hour of delight, 19385|With the spirit that does not stray 19385|From this world and God's where dwell, 19385|In all joy with me like my lady. 19385|She is lovely as any star, 19385|That sleeps in the balmy clime 19385|Of cool Scotia's azure skies, 19385|And breathes a warm profusion o'er 19385|The meadows of Scotland and the waste of the lake; 19385|Her hair is a lily of morning, 19385|Her eye like a star in the east, 19385|Her hand, like the stringed lark at morn, 19385|Sweet on the yellow prairie grass. 19385|She's the fairest of all that live, 19385|In form and feature, shape and face, 19385|A woman, though born in man's sight, 19385|In mind with the features and mind with the shape. 19385|She's the loveliest and liveliest 19385|In all that's lovely and fair, 19385|For there is none so full of light 19385|In any form but love's eye 19385|In a bosom that smiles at sorrow's cost. 19385|Love is the spring of all life, 19385|And its waters and its flowers 19385|The living and the dead are born, 19385|The good and the guilty that perish. 19385|I've a heart, it's a brook that I love, 19385|That flows in the hills all the summer through; 19385|I've a soul when the waters of love 19385|To murmur and murmur run wild and free. 19385|I have a love, it is more than song 19385|When rapture dwells in her voice--there's nought 19385|In the world, as hearts will tell you, but she 19385|For her is the land of all rapture and soul. 19385|Oh! her heart is a brook that I love, 19385|And I cannot drink nor languish for a word, 19385|But I'll wander ======================================== SAMPLE 33380 ======================================== 2620|She'd no hand to shield her, but she took to flight 2620|And flew until she 'gan the wall-flowers crush, 2620|And so, as well as she can love, she runs. 2620|She climbs the trees, and seeks the flowery ways 2620|To win the glory she craves for, oh! many a time 2620|It's in the grass, and flowers have given her 2620|A taste of the purple hues that they make; 2620|She knows the ways of beauty, and she's true 2620|To beauty's self when 't is all at one. 2620|I think that's love when 't is all in one, 2620|A pure and radiant life of sunshine, 2620|Of spring, and the dew, and love's sweet birth 2620|By sweetest love's obedient child,-- 2620|O sweet delight, and oh! dear, so sweet! 2620|If you look back through the glass of time 2620|Over the pages of the past, 2620|How very different may befall 2620|Those same who now rest in glory's grasp. 2620|They are not what you may deem them; 2620|Theirs is not "time for tears," but "time." 2620|As the poet said, so say the seers: 2620|A "time of sorrow" is nigh; 2620|When hope's at a dead start we may well deem, 2620|How many an ancient story lied,-- 2620|How few an even tale told aright. 2620|When the earth is a wilderness,--and Love's the master-key,-- 2620|Then the first rule of life that we can read in the skies, 2620|Is,--Love and Love shall be master of all below. 2620|If there be need behind the door he must open his gates, 2620|For the master of life is the master of all below. 2620|If there be need behind his door to his child they must go, 2620|For the mother of life is the mother of all below. 2620|If not, the first master-key will give access to the door 2620|Which shall give access to life to all of the masters below, 2620|That the master of masters is Love in the heart of God. 2620|We're going out, love, for a season; 2620|I'll be bound to thy heart, 2620|And nevermore be able to find 2620|A word of fond caress. 2620|I love thee more than words can name, 2620|More than love can say; 2620|Thou art the reason why I weep, 2620|And thou art all that I can give, 2620|And think I cannot do less. 2620|O no! we'll go a-shearing; 2620|I'll be bound to thine, sweet, 2620|No matter what may befall, 2620|For I can bear to be so broke 2620|That thou art kind to call. 2620|I only can be kind and true, 2620|For my heart still is thine; 2620|And if thou wilt be so, why then 2620|My heart is sure of thee! 2620|O, why did I take thy hand in mine, 2620|And tie thy golden band on mine, 2620|And make my lips thy golden gold to hold, 2620|And not let go thy hand in mine? 2620|I only could have thought it strange, 2620|To lose my life for a chain; 2620|And yet, dear heart, take back thy gift, 2620|That I may hold thee true. 2620|I only could have thought it strange: 2620|It was not I that suffered so; 2620|But love, and thy sweet gentlety, 2620|Composed as they by thy sweet face, 2620|Not measured with the rule of thine. 2620|It seemed as though I could not choose 2620|But love that was not true; 2620|My heart would give its heart to know 2620|A bliss whereof I have none, 2620|And in the bosom that pulses so 2620|Would feel thy name not in its sleep. 2620|If thou hadst known my heart before, 2620|And understood its grief and ======================================== SAMPLE 33390 ======================================== 5186|Rent this vessel into twain. 5186|In the meantime, my mother 5186|Filled and froze the body 5186|Of the beauteous Honoria, 5186|In these ice-blocks resting 5186|Near the jutting point the body, 5186|Touched her maidens with her finger, 5186|Spake these words of magic import: 5186|"Do not touch this Honoria, 5186|Never touch my little daughter, 5186|Cannot whirl this from the vessel." 5186|Now the mother, Kullerwoinen, 5186|Hastened from his island-dwelling, 5186|Hastened to his fishing-fleet-foot, 5186|Singing war-svai, or war-sparrow, 5186|Singing how to catch the wild-duck. 5186|Quick the pilot, Wainamoinen, 5186|At his side began the steamboat, 5186|Launched the steamboat into commission, 5186|Sang this song in magic measures: 5186|"Let the white-faced seaman, Leslee, 5186|Let the good-natured maid, Misela, 5186|Drag the body of the maiden, 5186|From these icy-core specimens 5186|Take the flesh of her small-foot race; 5186|Take the flesh of her meneleage, 5186|Put it in these sea-gum pieces, 5186|Make these sea-foam-platters hold it, 5186|Let the sifter fill to frost it, 5186|Fold this sack to keep the frost away, 5186|Fill to the core with food of bird-skins, 5186|Folded to the rim with sea-weed. 5186|"Let Leslee form the sifter, 5186|Let Desanna form the raft-rope, 5186|Let the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5186|Finish all the skilful smithships 5186|For the transport o'er the high seas, 5186|That the maiden, Kissihalyja, 5186|From this flesh of hers may free her 5186|From the ice and blight upon her. 5186|"Let Leslee form the sail-cups, 5186|Let Desanna form the splitters, 5186|Let the tiller fill to frost, 5186|Let the rowers refrain from frosting, 5186|Let the sailors, naming once again, 5186|Free the maiden, Myrkrhus, singing 5186|As she clasps her arms of magic; 5186|Let the sailors separate the spars, 5186|Let the mizzen row beneath it, 5186|Leave the loins to the preferred style, 5186|From the sail-cups drop the cups of straws, 5186|Drop the ends to fen are on the decks; 5186|Let the butter drop from both ends, 5186|Drop the butter down the boat's sides; 5186|Drop the hemp from out the spars; 5186|Leave the flesh of maid and mortal, 5186|As a food to children worthy. 5186|"Let the rune-written tell us positively 5186|Whether thou hast transported well, 5186|Whether the maiden, Kissihalyja, 5186|Was received as ordered and approved, 5186|Or has been transported in error; 5186|If the sails be brought too short by land, 5186|If the steersman should mistake them not, 5186|Mention not this in the toga left, 5186|In the vestures left by others, 5186|Seat concealing his mantle's folds, 5186|Songs should be played upon the billows, 5186|Songs be played by all the waters, 5186|Songs be played within the salt-sea channels, 5186|Beguiling now the heart of Mana, 5186|In his father's place the kingdom, 5186|In his father's palace-yards, 5186|There to weave forges copper grottoes, 5186|Lines of hemp enwrap the ocean-brinkles, 5186|Copper shall be fashioned by Zennher 5186|From the teeth of Gruza, creator, 5186|From the back of the shake-water, 5186|From ======================================== SAMPLE 33400 ======================================== 29357|_For a book of rhymes and tales, 29357|I've no time to waste._ 29357|_When the light's in the sky, 29357|When no one's in the house, 29357|In the dark the owl's gone, 29357|In the meadows lonesome, 29357|There, behind the apple-tree,_ 29357|_There, by the apple-tree!_ 29357|There you will be, my sweetheart, 29357|There you will be, my sweetheart; 29357|There in the meadows lonesome, 29357|There you will be, my sweetheart. 29357|"_Wherever I go, my girl, 29357|Wherever I go, girl, 29357|With the breeze over the sea, 29357|Or the light on the mountains_ 29357|(And the bird sings all day), 29357|I shall kiss you one and all, 29357|And kiss you on the forehead._ 29357|"_I could never hope to please you, 29357|Never my girl, girl, 29357|But I would amuse myself._ 29357|"_And then there's the brown cowslip, 29357|And I'm looking at the pink rose, 29357|And it is bluer than the eye, 29357|And oh, so pink and red!_ 29357|"_See how the little bumblebee 29357|Loves his lady so, lady._ 29357|"_With all his tinkling music, 29357|And all his tinkling-tinky,_ 29357|"My dear little dog loves me, 29357|The little dog loves me; 29357|And he's so kind and so good, 29357|And so glad and so wise, 29357|_Loving, loving, loving!_ 29357|"He's a good little dog, 29357|And he's a good little dog; 29357|And if dogs like us you have 29357|And if dogs like us you have,_ 29357|"And though they have been bad, 29357|And have seen things uncouth, 29357|And have loved, loving, loving. 29357|_Loving, loving, loving!_" 29357|"_And if dogs like you have been good 29357|And if you'd like them to be,_ 29357|_And if you've known the bad dogs, 29357|And the bad dogs know you,_ 29357|"_You must have a pleasant time, 29357|Because a dog won't bite you, 29357|And you'll have something splendid, 29357|But you won't have to eat, 29357|Because a dog won't eat you._" 29357|So to prove the pleasure of our love 29357|To its utmost limit, we'll sit down by the side of a flower, 29357|If it should only bloom, as we know it is. 29357|"Don't you think you're quite a flower, by the way you're growing so high?" 29357|"I am, dear Sir; and I feel it so. 29357|As near heaven's throne as you can see." 29357|"If you can't climb up out of the ground, how do you mean to come down?" 29357|"Oh! I'll climb up on a cat-tail, just like that." 29357|"A bird's a pretty creature, you see, 29357|The prettiest creature you can see." 29357|"It's a mistake I keep making, I know. 29357|I want to sing, but I'm a-cold." 29357|"You're cold?" I ask you? You do? Good heavens! 29357|Oh, thank your very blessed Lord, 29357|If you _know_ you're a flower, and you think 29357|You can climb up out of the ground 29357|And climb on a cat-tail, like that. 29357|"You've got no feet?" So your mother will take you to school? 29357|"No, sir; and I'd like to have a dress on my feet." 29357|"Oh, come along now, dear. You mustn't make a noise." 29357|"Don't put your foot in it." The mother will? No, I beg. 29357|"Then you must stand still." Oh, ======================================== SAMPLE 33410 ======================================== 35553|At first I felt a bit disgusted, 35553|As I'd been once, and much regretful, 35553|In the days of my youth, in the same; 35553|But, when I looked on her lovely face, 35553|I felt I'd never been before: 35553|Her eyes, I said, were very bright,-- 35553|I've often said, of their brilliancy;-- 35553|Her voice, to my wondering ears, 35553|Did such music in soft measures enter, 35553|That then, when alone I sighed, 35553|My sorrow it made me so gay; 35553|And while to the maid I'd often hark, 35553|I said I'd have rather such sound 35553|As those, of my absent dame's 35553|When she passed by my turret's lattice, 35553|When the day's rays with her beams smiled. 35553|And I was a lonely lad, I own, 35553|As far as any soul could reach; 35553|But a pleasant one 'twas, though lonely, 35553|For a heart-cheering angel kept me 35553|And, when I thought of her sorrowing, 35553|With all care I shut my eyes. 35553|I think if a mortal had look'd on 35553|That little old woman that day, 35553|As she seemed just turning in ire, 35553|Her eyes would have blazed and her fire 35553|Laid down their bolders even there. 35553|I think if she's living, she will 35553|In all things tell me she's so glad, 35553|And will promise me her heart's full 35553|Would break when she saw me cry. 35553|She'll say she's in pain, and 'tis 35553|All but a summer for her, 35553|And she'll tell me she's glad, for she 35553|Will wish to come home from the war. 35553|There wasn't anyone else on earth 35553|Was so loved before, with all my heart: 35553|I was still alone in my sorrow; 35553|My very eyes were all watering 35553|At the sight of the whole world, I felt. 35553|I don't think there's anything so strange, 35553|As the rapture when you can see 35553|What 'tis you're seeing, like myself: 35553|And the joy that I felt through and through 35553|Was not less than the gladness of life. 35553|Then 'twas joy indeed, and not mere joy: 35553|No, this joy, I'm very sure, 35553|A smile, I'd liken it to be, 35553|In which the sweetest flowers appear. 35553|No, this joy is more than is meet, 35553|And more to my opinion, 35553|Than all the joys there are 35553|To that dull world which to us hearks. 35553|So much for the flowers. Now to the roses 35553|I will turn, for their colour can give 35553|To look a part of the sky in the eye: 35553|Their sweetness is like the fragrance of songs 35553|That are sung by lovers in the street; 35553|And their sweet germs make the fragrant fritillary 35553|That we love, while the sunshine of the heart 35553|Drives tremulous away like the birds away. 35553|So long they bloom, still the fairest one, 35553|The sweetest one, never fails to be; 35553|And she's so full of their sweets, that she never knows 35553|How long it is since she loved her next door neighbour. 35553|Her name is Martha, and when she loves, 35553|She's quite free from care and worry; 35553|The cares in the world that can bring 35553|More sorrow than they are destined to, 35553|For while with them in happy converse 35553|She's passing on life's happiest hours, 35553|She is sure none of them can take 35553|The joy that is hidden beneath, 35553|That her sweet eyes see in Martha 35553|Of her sweet neighbour the Rose; 35553|And when the darling she has played 35553|All the while with her kisses and caresses, 35553|She's sure there ======================================== SAMPLE 33420 ======================================== 2620|In some far land, with me he'll lie! 2620|And soon a lady will arise 2620|And seek with gentle words to move 2620|His love and to forget the pain 2620|And to her he shall find the joy. 2620|For she shall be the lady he 2620|And in her will forget the pain 2620|And to her he shall find the joy. 2620|O sweet he shall be to me, 2620|When I am growing, lad! 2620|How he shall guide me and enthrall-- 2620|Let him drive my soul to-day! 2620|I'll be his little daughter; 2620|'Twill be with her fair eye graced, 2620|With her white cheek and eyes of blue, 2620|Her mouth, she shall embrace, 2620|And with kisses will I wake! 2620|O! I shall be his little daughter, 2620|His love be my daily food. 2620|When he drives me away from him, 2620|I shall be pale and worn with care. 2620|O! at his home sweet lullaby 2620|My little babe shall nurse and roam. 2620|Oh let my wife be true to me, 2620|And I his daughter shall be. 2620|O! how his love shall praise me, 2620|The happy mother, dear! 2620|And I his daughter shall cherish, 2620|As I shall be his dear! 2620|The young lady was a beauty, 2620|Sweet, pure, and beautiful; 2620|Though the world were upside down, 2620|Her cheek was like a vale. 2620|She had seen a star, and he kissed her, 2620|And he played at beaux and lasses; 2620|But the birds sang for her and the bees, 2620|And the flowers kissed her for her beauty, 2620|Which the world was turned to hell. 2620|She had called for his hand, and he stood there, 2620|And he kissed her without measure; 2620|But the birds sang for her and the bees, 2620|And the flowers kissed her for her wit, 2620|Which the world was turned to sand. 2620|Then she called for his hand, and he said, 2620|'Twas a shame to stand here alone; 2620|So she left her, and the young man went 2620|And the birds sang for her and the bees, 2620|And the flowers kissed her for her wit; 2620|Which the world was turned to mire. 2620|And the young man came back, and the lady 2620|Was fair as a roseate dawn; 2620|But the birds sang for her and the bees, 2620|And the flowers kissed for her wit, 2620|Which the world was turned to mire. 2620|Oh, never a lover was so glad, 2620|Though he had been waiting long; 2620|For I have been waiting, like a bee, 2620|In a flowery cupcake brown. 2620|I have been watching for your bright eyes, 2620|These five short months out of tune, 2620|And my heart it has been so sad, 2620|I have been sadder than sadder than sadder than sadder than sadder than sadder than sadder than 2620|So I said, 'In the garden walk'-- 2620|'If you mean to live a little,', said I, 'at the least 2620|you ought to take pains to find out whether or not you're happiest 2620|'At the least you needn't be glad of the slightest, for it's not 2620|for you to judge either herself or herself,' said I. 2620|I have such pleasure,' said I, 'never to feel, however, that I have 2620|'Oh! say it, beautiful flower,' said I, 'if you please, my lovely, 2620|Dear, I'd like you to be happy. 2620|What makes you feel so lonely and sad? 2620|Can it be that God is so far away, 2620|That you must take the poor man's part alone? 2620|'If you'd find it easy,' said I, 'you'd leave the world of all 2620|'What is the pleasure of being sad, 2620| ======================================== SAMPLE 33430 ======================================== 28375|Where's no place for man, where's no place for man? 28375|And yet--there's time;--there's time;--oh! there's time 28375|To make a lover happy, though he sits 28375|To greet the day and give his joy to you; 28375|Time for the first brief hour of his young days, 28375|Time to forget, when Love with all his fires 28375|Is spent and lost upon your gentle breast: 28375|Time for the last, which, ere we know it, may 28375|Sink, and be done with love, as all the suns 28375|Must fall and die. Time's but an hour, to spare, 28375|And leave it with poor man, that hath not power 28375|To fill him up; but in a little time 28375|Will rise again; the body, which was given 28375|For a change, may as well die, when death is come. 28375|To love one man alone, that one man's given 28375|Life, and the world, the world is lost and vile, 28375|Which, if you think to lose, doth want the power 28375|To lose the love, and let him die with it. The 28375|Soul's love is, as the sun by thee, the sun, 28375|And the best sun in all thy life and time. 28375|Who by the soul's love is soothed, and dies 28375|To that solace Heaven wont design to give, 28375|Lives in eternity, the best and first. 28375|Oh! then, what power if one poor hour be flown!-- 28375|Why this my tale, which all the world should hear! 28375|It doth a welcome to the wise, and makes 28375|Men wise by proof; for, if the world should be 28375|Delayed, and not brief, it will be brief indeed. 28375|I could not ask a more noble theme 28375|To work thy deathless work, 28375|Than to expose the common fate 28375|Of all mankind, and their ruin. 28375|The poet's eye but seldom can trace 28375|That all is dark and wrong; 28375|The wretch's eye but seldom sees--and shows 28375|How man with man can blend. 28375|The fault of all is but his, who tries 28375|To fix the right with wrong; 28375|And this is that blind world, they say, 28375|Where death is death with life. 28375|No--life's a lesson for the wise, 28375|And death is death and birth; 28375|For, if we must be wise, we must 28375|Learn that we die as well. 28375|Thou didst thy fate devise 28375|And so did Mars, once, in heaven; 28375|But Neptune's daughter smiled, and told 28375|That 'twas in vain. 28375|They said--thou didst thou to the sun 28375|The moon reveal; nor him would I 28375|Descend beyond the poles. 28375|In spite of this, I took delight 28375|To know I was in heaven, and heard 28375|The trumpet call. 28375|For, when you set thy hand to earth, 28375|I felt not any shadow fall, 28375|Till thou hadst died. 28375|'Twas thus, when thus thou wentest through 28375|The clouds, I saw these beauteous eyes 28375|A glistening light 28375|On this fair realm of heaven's blue, 28375|As when no eye was bright. 28375|I read the mighty deeds we did, 28375|And marked that each thou cam'st to do, 28375|And thus was called a hero's son. 28375|This did I see, and I did fear 28375|To ask thee, why it was; 28375|And so, the very clouds did fly 28375|At thine approach, and left thee there. 28375|So, when I saw thy glories then, 28375|At least I saw them true; 28375|And thus I know thou art my friend, 28375|And shalt to me be still. 28375|The sun comes into the heavens, 28375|The dappled morn is past ======================================== SAMPLE 33440 ======================================== 20956|A thousand eyes to see 20956|All the good he done. 20956|How like him, that from the cradle 20956|All the way to hame! 20956|What a sight! and yet how small 20956|That little old man. 20956|To meet him was a joy, 20956|Or a sorrow; he knew no ill, 20956|And none of none. 20956|When it came to his own, 20956|He said, "This dainty heart of mine 20956|Might rather stay at home." 20956|Then on his way went forth 20956|The man he loved the best. 20956|He went up to the wall, 20956|And he stood upon the floor, 20956|Just as I suppose. 20956|It might have been a wall, 20956|Or the wall of a tomb; 20956|Or else a wall of wall! 20956|But he never saw the wall; 20956|And he never asked the spot, 20956|But he always found it there. 20956|This is good, and this is bad, 20956|And then it's plain that I must say 20956|The best is you; but I think 20956|The best still is when it's 20956|I love my mother-- 20956|But I love, and I'm sorry; 20956|But I'll love, at least, 20956|A little longer, 20956|And that, in spite of sorrows, 20956|Is a blessing. 20956|I am sorry for your sake, 20956|Your dear, pretty mother; 20956|And yet, when I think of this, 20956|I am angry and happy. 20956|For, as you must have seen, 20956|Mamma and Papa are good, 20956|And all their darlings 20956|Are pretty and happy, 20956|Though all their children are. 20956|But I like the darlings more, 20956|I have no heart to hate them,-- 20956|I'd rather be a child 20956|Than King of Kings on earth. 20956|I had a little brother once, 20956|A little beautiful boy; 20956|He played about the kitchen, 20956|And made the little kitchen mirth 20956|By running up the ladder and down, 20956|And hopping about the ladder again, 20956|Till all at once, with a whirl of joy, 20956|He came down with his little sister at his heel! 20956|And that was the end of our little brother, 20956|Our little brother, once and evermore; 20956|For ever after he was a child 20956|And we called him Tabby, and we said-- 20956|But I tell you, we were very happy-- 20956|"Tailor, tailor, tailor, tailor." 20956|For one little mouse had they put a patch 20956|In her little big coat and a hole at her breeches, 20956|So she could come and feed, and they'd have her always 20956|On their ladder when the wind was loud 20956|And the sun was in the sky;-- 20956|There might have been a heart in his ears 20956|And a little blood in his veins, 20956|And a little blood in his veins, 20956|For such a little hole in her breeches 20956|Was worth as if the tailor had come 20956|And made a hole in the belly of London. 20956|She was happy there in her little hole, 20956|Our little brother, once and evermore; 20956|And a bird or two to sing thereon 20956|When he climbed up to climb. 20956|But never a heart in his ears-- 20956|No blood in his veins, no little blood in her 20956|It may have been a heart that was lean, and she 20956|Was very fat, and very cold, and very cold-- 20956|If she died upon the ladder, 20956|You know what that would be. 20956|And if she had died on the floor, 20956|You know what that would be; 20956|If she had died in the sun, 20956|And if a hole in the ceiling, 20956|For he's the last of her ======================================== SAMPLE 33450 ======================================== 1057|With no love for your man to give or to withhold; 1057|For your heart is as cold upon your lips as the snowing, 1057|And your love is like to be lost without trace. 1057|O love, I can do no more, 1057|Than hold up your hand in my and say this prayer: 1057|"You are long gone, and where you are 1057|You will return no more. 1057|"God is above the law, 1057|But love is love, and death 1057|Is not a sleep! And to believe 1057|Is to love and not to die." 1057|I did not set eyes on beauty as I should have done, 1057|The beautiful must be shared by all. 1057|I would have kept the law, the beautiful, and yet 1057|I know the beauty is not for me; 1057|The beautiful must be shared by all. 1057|Beauty is a treasure mine of earth holds most dear, 1057|And I would not have my heart's blood be spilt for the shame 1057|Of all men having possession thereof. 1057|Beauty is no gift of Goddess nor of Heaven's angel, 1057|The beautiful must be shared by every man: 1057|The beauty is not for another's lips, mine own, 1057|But Heaven's own eyes must see it for ever. 1057|O beautiful, O beautiful, all beauty is mine, 1057|For I would not have my heart's blood be spilt for the shame 1057|Of all men possessing it. 1057|Beauty hath its curse--but the curse that is love is mine, 1057|For there is nothing better, all things alike: 1057|And since my heart is beautiful, beautiful, I would not 1057|Be Beautiful for any man but him! 1057|O beautiful, O beautiful! let us live at last together, 1057|To smile, speak, laugh, laugh, and sleep below the stars, 1057|While the sun of the morning is never more fair 1057|Than the sun that the stars behold, 1057|And the night is ever the night for our delight, 1057|Save as the love of our youth: 1057|For what is Paradise but a false and a bitter prospect, 1057|Till the lips of our lover embrace the lily-white brow 1057|That is a rose's prize on the bouquet? 1057|But O beloved, the truth is a bitter and a little known, 1057|And if the path that we trod in life be not yet begun 1057|O the years will not weep for our trespasses done, 1057|For the roses of youth are blooming in the winter's mould, 1057|And the tears shall not fall on the earth, 1057|But the heart of man shall be changed 1057|By the love of our youth, and the lips of our lover's lips pressed, 1057|For the rose-red lips of our girl were a little true in truth: 1057|O the years will not chide us, for we were false to the core, 1057|But truth shall be made a truth, and tears be the roses of youth, 1057|And tears shall flow ever for us; 1057|And the tears shall flow ever for us 1057|For we were false to the core, and the heart of our lover's lips pressed, 1057|The roses of truth, and the love of our youth, 1057|Blown in the breath of the morning: 1057|Love with love shall bring us sweet repose, 1057|Love shall lay our sins at rest, 1057|A pure woman's soul with her God-given grace; 1057|And we look on the world with a tranquil trust, 1057|With a rapt, adoring trust, that we know is right; 1057|And the eyes of our girl shall be bright as the skies above, 1057|And our lips shall say, at our dying, What need you now? 1057|And the tears shall fall for us, and in our eyes shall be 1057|Life and love immortal and sweet; 1057|And the love of our youth forever as the night, 1057|And that man-love that ever and anon 1057|Will leap out with a flash of joy, 1057|To say, Thou hast been true, thou gentle and good, ======================================== SAMPLE 33460 ======================================== 24894|Gave it the name of "The Star-Spangled Banner." 24894|As the winds of autumn by the sea are stirred and shaken, 24894|And the birds of morning call at break of day, 24894|So, in the name of Christ, and the holy Cause, 24894|For our Father and the Flag of Free-Source, 24894|Let's rise aloft in storm and in glory, 24894|And spread abroad the holy Light, the Red, the White, the 24894|For the Flag of Liberty, 24894|The Flag of Independence, 24894|Let's be one people 24894|A mighty nation, 24894|One people, one State, 24894|One religion, and one will prevail again. 24894|Tho' the clouds o'er us lower, 24894|Tho' death's dark shades enfold us, 24894|We shall not fly and fly, 24894|For the sake o' earth and heaven; 24894|We shall live on--and conquer. 24894|One people, one Government, 24894|We shall build here, keep here, and make this free; 24894|The only nobler heritage, 24894|To whom we give the right, 24894|To guard and rule it wholly, free from wrong and shame, 24894|When once we shall be free! 24894|With arms outspread to conquer 24894|The hostile elements, 24894|We shall stand side by side in safety and fortitude, 24894|Shall build and conquer once again. 24894|God grant to us victory, 24894|And peace and brotherhood, 24894|And to the world around our banner be glory and power! 24894|Oh! what pleasure it were to behold 24894|His gentle work of Heaven, 24894|To meadows, groves, and flowery vales, 24894|My native Land! 24894|The glad, the sorrowful, 24894|The friendless, poor, and mean; 24894|What joy to view thee, Land! 24894|With her own smile and song, 24894|And all that's beautiful! 24894|Oh! what pleasure it were to behold 24894|His gentle work of Heaven, 24894|To meadows, groves, and flowery vales, 24894|My native Land. 24897 | _These verses are in part a memorial of my own 2489|experience in the work of the late distinguished and worthy friends 24894|who have made known that the old, old "Bible" can but be 24894|misunderstood in modern terms in these respects: to mean the 24894|old, old "Bible," a translation from the ancient languages, and 24894|to be set with the translation and analysis of the first 24894|book of the Bible, at which we men all have access; and to 24894|mean that we are at the best but marginal steps, between 24894|those translated to this work from the old "Bible" into " 24894|English," and those to the translator from the "Bible" into 24894|novelty of writing and reading the translation, and finding it 24894|good enough and sufficient for them that we should offer it 24894|to them as the translation, and with our own pen and voice, 24894|in the name of all of the late distinguished and worthy friends, 24894|now kindly made available to my use. 24894|Hermann Hagedorn was born in the German-occupied part of the 24894|State of Wisconsin, in the year 1871, at Loughgan, a village on the 24894|lake of Lach and as it soon grew into the limits of our 24894|"Wisconsin Home" 24894|Hoffmann has also been quoted by Mr. Hoffmann, in the _Haus der 24894|Ems vor Vorangers Gebiet_, as stating: "If ever I find my 24894|life in this world, an exception to the other, it is in the 24894|work of the German artists and literary men on account of 24894|Hoffmann ======================================== SAMPLE 33470 ======================================== 2620|That with a little thing 2620|The little things go right; 2620|We just have to look 2620|Long enough 2620|And they will get all right. 2620|I can remember, in those boyish days, 2620|I used to love to see them come to play, 2620|I used to be so happy and happy there, 2620|In those days of long ago, when I was single. 2620|We used to walk all through the morning long, 2620|But now it is all gone, to the town they go: 2620|Away, alas! from us! and away from home! 2620|It is a walk that takes one from beauteous France 2620|To Denmark far and wide, 2620|That would have made the traveller very sick, 2620|To think upon the Danish castles bright 2620|And Saxon kings so far away; 2620|When he would sing his first silly English words, 2620|And how he envied them the Saxon queen, 2620|And frolicked all the while in little laughing moods, 2620|Till white-robed friars come along, 2620|And with their hoods concealing whiteness come, 2620|And all their lessons past: 2620|Oft with a very sharp and very merry tune 2620|We would all go dancing round that castle long, 2620|And in the merry springtime turn our tops, 2620|And laugh and dance a merry jig. 2620|But now it is all gone, and we must walk 2620|Along the dull old roads! 2620|For 'tis a cruel change--for we must walk in tears, 2620|And not be young again, at Easter-tide. 2620|Our walk has grown to a dark and gloomy night 2620|Of so dark and gloomy night 2620|One will not know it was day, so dark and gloomy night 2620|That once I vowed I should go 2620|(The sun is shining, the wind is still, 2620|I am alone, I dare not go), 2620|I could not bear to watch about so darkly night, 2620|How dreadful those strange dark trees, 2620|Those strange dark houses, those strange tall trees; 2620|And every path that had its meaning that way; 2620|And if you said "Sheep," they would reply "You forget", 2620|And if you said "Larks," it was a jest again; 2620|And if you said "Fishes," they responded--"Sheep forget", 2620|But if you said "Baths," they would all reply "You forget!" 2620|But if you said "Birds," it would be utterly forgot, 2620|And if you said "Sheep," the birds would all refrain 2620|From saying "You forget," and the sheep would all refrain 2620|From saying "You forget," and they would reply each other "Sheep! 2620|Sheep! You think you remember Her?" 2620|Or, maybe, you think you remember Me? 2620|(For if you said "You forget," why, you were not there, 2620|You can't remember Her or Me, and you don't care) 2620|How strange such dainty dainties go, 2620|Whose sweetness is so strange, to taste 2620|Would make an infant cough; 2620|So when you eat them, say not so, saying just "Eat! 2620|I like sweet things before I taste them;" 2620|And take my word--you'll never know 2620|The sweetness of the Lamb, the Dove, 2620|The very Lambkins, in your house, 2620|Or anywhere, for that matter, 2620|Although they do seem to you to come 2620|As close as do the friends of God 2620|Behind the curtains of your breast. 2620|How near to Him your living eyes, 2620|Which, opened, will make all things plain! 2620|How, if the best that man can do 2620|In this brief hour, may seem no more 2620|Than some poor rhyme or dull parable, 2620|Even so the things that seem so fair, 2620|After the day-dawning, seem 2620|But a heap of dust, a little ======================================== SAMPLE 33480 ======================================== 1166|To find him on the road again, 1166|I will have him drink to me! 1166|A whisper of wind on the sea, 1166|A passing of wave on the sand, 1166|And that's my song! 1166|"The world is so full of a lot of a noise, 1166|I am sure there's a thing a little too good 1166|That you are going to sing at the end, not me!" 1166|"I doubt whether you'll sing a song at all," 1166|He answered. "I'd rather sit at home." 1166|"But we never could know all that would go 1166|Under the cover of a song," she said. 1166|"O I'll sing it. The song's no good for you. 1166|Let it go to voicelessness if you can," 1166|He answered. "But I will sing it if you will." 1166|They sang and sang still 1166|In an old churchyard where the wind goes by. 1166|In front of it, 1166|Half a hundred dead men's skeletons lay, 1166|Like grey leaves in the windfall, 1166|In a coffin on the ground. 1166|Above them, like a hill of moons, black and low, 1166|Unquiet was the long-drawn sky. 1166|The wind picked up this song of a dead man 1166|Through the wind-scrabbled grass and briars: 1166|"The sun's gone up in a hurry -- 1166|Come back to the hills -- come back to me!" 1166|But here was no man. 1166|They did not know him. 1166|There was no man to turn to. 1166|In vain they sang ... For each man's throat was thin 1166|In the wind-scrabbled grass and briars ... 1166|They died. 1166|In the grass a red light burned, 1166|And there came a cry 1166|As from some hill-folk, a faint, broken voice ... 1166|"I doubt if any man will follow me 1166|Through the dead men's cemetery. 1166|Come back to the hills ... and back again, 1166|And back in the days to be." 1166|But he knew no more -- it was so long ago, 1166|In that day of long screaming moons! ... 1166|How strange it was that he could so have known 1166|What was passing ... Out of the sky, on the turf, 1166|They saw on the plain 1166|A speck, a grey head in the sun. Its eyes, -- 1166|They saw not -- but they knew, -- they knew it was him. 1166|That one, that one ... And all the night there was one 1166|Shadows, shadowy, and far away -- a shadow. 1166|I was alone and still, and saw as in a dream 1166|That face of blue and white -- I knew it ... Then 1166|There came a cry, 1166|And I knew that he was there, that he looked down on me. 1166|With our eyes in a glass 1166|And our minds a storm -- they saw the sky break away, 1166|And the stars fall and shine -- and we were strong! 1166|We did not dare to turn. 1166|We did not dare to be silent ... But still, 1166|Faster and faster, louder and faster falling, 1166|Came the moan of that head, -- the grey head of his 1166|In the cemetery, and the stars fell and flew, 1166|And we heard a cry -- it went away -- ... and came ... And went. 1166|We drew the circle deep around that face -- 1166|He knew where no man would, and where no face would. 1166|We were afraid of him. 1166|We stood there and cried -- and he did not see; 1166|And still there behind us that face was like a sun, 1166|Faster and faster falling and rising ... 1166|For there, though the heavens and earth and all the skies 1166|Were black and empty, a sun could shine like God! 1166|He was gone in his soul, 1166|All the grey old dead, 1166|We ======================================== SAMPLE 33490 ======================================== May I give a gift for thee: 1365|A diamond ring." 1365|And a small bell, 1365|With the ring, 1365|And a letter addressed to him. To the girl, Lotta, 1365|The girl who loved him so, with arms crossed, 1365|Ringing her red bells through the moonlight, 1365|Ascending with solemn eyes to heaven, 1365|Aye, a thousand times more sanguine! 1365|"O let me die with thee, 1365|With thee, 1365|So I may bless thy gifts," 1365|So the young Prince Lotta said. 1365|And the young Prince said in words of flame, 1365|Saying, "Let the Angel with a sword, 1365|Call the Valkyrie out!" 1365|And from the castle gate 1365|A bell is heard to ring, and the gate wide open flies 1365|Like a winged shriek, and the sword blows off in the air. 1365|There is found a little maiden, 1365|Eager and lovely as a star, 1365|Who is praying for her brother, 1365|As a light in the sky! 1365|A black sword gleams from her girdle, 1365|And she has a crown of fire around her head. 1365|And she stands in the court of the castle, 1365|And the eyes of Lotta, the little maiden, 1365|Are of her brother's grave. 1365|"O brother, can you see 1365|In the stone, in the stone, in the stone, 1365|One whose name you know? 1365|But the cold, white stone will not say!" 1365|And he said no more, and he saw in the stone 1365|No living thing, save a little bent and tall 1365|With flame-like eye, and on his lip a smile of dread 1365|As he looked at them. 1365|"For the dead lay face down in their beds 1365|With only their dust for a shield. 1365|And the cold, white stone in its dullness 1365|Could not shield the dead from the wrath of the King, 1365|Or keep them from the plague! 1365|"And now on their graves where the grass is green 1365|And the wind is strong, I see 1365|The dead where the grass is brown, and the little ones white, 1365|And the little bells of their throats. 1365|"And in their graves two hands are raised in prayer 1365|And two eyes look down from the sky, 1365|And the little ones are weeping, and the bell of their throat 1365|is wet 1365|With their tears, and the bells of their throats, like the rain, 1365|On the white wall of heaven!" 1365|And Lotta, the maiden, arose with tearful eyes, 1365|And hastened on alone, and reached the court of the castle, 1365|And stopped short of the gate, and called aloud, "Enter here, 1365|For the King is in the castle!" 1365|And three maidens answered, "Nay, but the King is in the town, 1365|And we, who are here, shall not alone him see!" 1365|Then up leapt the King, and he sprang to his steed, 1365|And he rode forth to the castle gate; 1365|But his hall rang, and he called for his men, and they came, 1365|And the door swings wide, and they thrust it back again, 1365|And he swung down his golden beard and cried, "Enter, we have him!" 1365|But they cried, "Here he comes! here he comes!"-- 1365|And they drew the Castle Keys from the keys of his chamber; 1365|And two guards stood at the key-hole to see, 1365|And the little girls ran forth in a quivering hurry, 1365|And the little girls all bowed low to their mothers, 1365|And they whispered to each other and told their mothers, 1365|"It is Prince Lotta, the Prince is here!" 1365|And the good queen came from her bower window 1365|And she saw the little girls run from the castle gate, 1365|Saw the little girls in terror at the key-hole, 1365|And her ======================================== SAMPLE 33500 ======================================== 845|And now, my love! I seem to see 845|The glory of a glorious day, 845|And all this world's a merry play 845|And a great harp to that great sun; 845|And then, my love! my heart is stirred 845|By a still sweet and a tender sigh, 845|And all these wild and stormy ways 845|Are music to the love-sick sky. 845|Yours all, I leave thee in this hour 845|Of joy. Oh! if I could endure, 845|Or strive, a little longer here, 845|Or yet a single day, to stay, 845|I would not think too happy of 845|The hours at best, that I should miss. 845|I am too happy. Now 't is hid, 845|I can rejoice and I can sing. 845|"Oh! if I have the patience of a child!" 845|When they are grown up they look askance-- 845|But he had such patience of his own! 845|When the bright days are well nigh done, 845|And the soft nights are quick as breath, 845|And the fair hours pass us by-- 845|When their soft, fair hours slip by 845|And the days they hoped to meet. 845|They think they look as tall and fine 845|As some tall, fine, brown-eyed girl. 845|But the days and the years, they say, 845|Will find out patience for these two. 845|They look upon the world with looks 845|As stern as ever they could make; 845|But the world, in all her loveliness, 845|Is more tender than they know. 845|To them it seems a mockery, 845|That life should be given for an end, 845|To them a burden of woe, 845|And a purpose of pain. 845|When we are old and grey, 845|When we are old and old, 845|Tho' we have all grown numb, 845|Let us keep the faith 845|Of the sweet old days 845|When our hearts were young. 845|Oh, keep the faith of the olden time, 845|That the heart shall beat 845|In the beautiful old way! 845|Oh, keep the faith of the new-born days, 845|That the young ones shall 845|In the fresh new ways 845|Keep the old sweet faith! 845|Oh, keep the faith of a child's first play, 845|And as the days grow old 845|So the sweet old days! 845|Oh, keep the faith of the green pastures 845|And the quiet home, 845|And the gentle ways. 845|Oh, keep the faith of the quiet hours, 845|And the quiet dreams, 845|As the days of youth are full of songs, 845|And the nights are bright! 845|Of the old time, we may trace 845|A dream that it had;-- 845|We may see the green and clear, 845|We the lighted lamp. 845|The lights that made the night sublime-- 845|They are out there, afar! 845|And so, with no light to guide, 845|I dream. When I grow weary 845|Of this life where the things must be, 845|And of the things that must not be, 845|The sweet old love. 845|The flowers that seemed so fair 845|When the roses were young 845|For the sun to greet to-day 845|Are faded now, are gone 845|Like a dream, are gone, 845|For all the light of all the days, 845|For all the light is death; 845|Their beauty may be past-- 845|The rose may be but a dust, 845|We may doubt our eyes or hearts-- 845|The light is gone. 845|The days that once were well, 845|The hopes that in the night 845|Were cast with a free will, 845|The youth that seemed to be 845|All bloom and bloom again, 845 ======================================== SAMPLE 33510 ======================================== 19|Of their sacred lodge; then to his guests 19|Spake Wainamoinen, sweet and trusty known: 19|"'Tis now time for you all to assemble, 19|For the evening meal has been prepared. 19|Bring water for the handkerchiefs one, 19|Bring also fire to light the hearth, 19|And the hostess summon all your friends, 19|That we may conduct our journey o'er, 19|Over the snow-fields to the shady forest, 19|To the very caverns of En, 19|And there lodge us in the deep abysm." 19|They came without lanterns, fire or fire, 19|Without or fire to light the hearth. 19|The hostess bade them all prepare 19|Snuff and place therefor for burning wood. 19|Ere they had set the embers by, 19|Forth into the fireplace sprang the maid, 19|And stood by it and smoking spake: 19|"Let us but burn the wood, I pray, 19|And then we'll wash our hands of these." 19|Smiling stood the hostess, winking gaily; 19|But yet her vow had not been fully kissed. 19|They washed their hands, and lave'd their faces 19|In the big bowl of their own country's wine. 19|Then she took of Eckhart's gold, of which 19|He had not any part while she was there, 19|And gave it him, and said: "Take this, 19|And keep it, for a token of my love." 19|Smiling stood the ringwrapping priest, and took 19|The token, and said, "Now give this to 19|Me, who am Wainamoinen's doting swain." 19|And straightway set the gold upon 19|The altar's foot, and on the altar's crown 19|Sank the pale brows of Ek therewith. 19|Then the hostess passed into the room, 19|Her head down close upon the golden bread; 19|When lo! a vision before her stood, 19|As the hostess' mother used to see 19|In the reakings of her household reeds. 19|And it was Thore, the handsome youth, 19|Who touched the lightning with his wampum, 19|And he smiled, and from that vision grey 19|Away sprang Thore, Thore the good and wise. 19|"Now, so help me God," his fellow said, 19|"I'll go and see what Thore can see; 19|And if I see the vision true, 19|I'll sing a song to bring you back again." 26|Thus sung the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 26|And the vision came to pass. 26|The blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 26|Lived in the mountain-land, 26|Sang a song on the waters blue, 26|As the hostess went to gather wood. 26|"Wake, wake!" the singer said, 26|"From this lethargy awake! 26|The world is grown too weary for dreaming, 26|For the world are us who work at it, 26|And the world are we who make it so. 26|"Wake, wake!" the singer sang, 26|"From the cold, dry slumber here, 26|For the sun from the ocean springeth, 26|And the sun from the clouds is gone. 26|"Wake, wake!" sang Thorelhotep, 26|The blacksmith, Ilmarinen. 26|They saw the dawn of the world break, 26|They saw the light of noon arise; 26|In the east the sun was shining brightly, 26|In the west a light was shed. 26|On the waters of Wainola 26|A man went fishing, 26|And all the old men shouted, 26|And Thorelhotep said to him, 26|"O my hero, O my hero, 26|Come out from the water, 26|Come forth from the water, 26|For the sun is shining proudly, 26|And the light is going out." 26|The boatman soon returning, 26|The sun was seeing, 26|Of his own thirst a little clearer, 26|Of his own hunger a little eager, 26|The old man said, "O Thorelhotep, 26|I thirst ======================================== SAMPLE 33520 ======================================== 18007|For it's my favorite. 18007|And I never knew a friend 18007|More worthy of his trust; 18007|And I never thought of him 18007|As mine own child. 18007|I met him once in a crowded place, 18007|And thought a boyish laugh was fitting 18007|For this moment's meeting; 18007|But it's a man's--my own, I know, 18007|With a soul of flame, 18007|Where the thought of his own beauty comes,-- 18007|As from the fireside, 18007|He turned pale and said, "I dread to see 18007|This face again; 18007|And it daunted me till tears fell, 18007|This instant too. 18007|And I thought there must be other foes 18007|In the world, beyond my sight,-- 18007|A man with whom there was no place, 18007|A woman who made none her own, 18007|And a life of care." 18007|But he rose and looked at me; 18007|Then he turned upon his hat, 18007|And bowed to me; 18007|And said, "Let me in!" and in 18007|He entered in. 18007|He was a friend of many, 18007|But the man that stood about 18007|Was something more than friend; 18007|And I knew that as long as he stood 18007|He would never flinch. 18007|But the men that stood about, 18007|Or the men that fought and died, 18007|Were not men like himself; 18007|They were not men like himself, 18007|And he was nothing now. 18007|For years he lived the life: 18007|He was the one to call aloud; 18007|But now it is the other way 18007|That he hears no man. 18007|If any mortal's spirit 18007|Should say, "A-dint 'em for me! 18007|Be the luck of my battle, 18007|Be the luck of my grave," 18007|The brave man's smile would break out, 18007|The tender voice that sang, 18007|And his heart would all a-quiver 18007|With the hope of his calling. 18007|He was the one to draw his sword, 18007|And give his life in fight 18007|In the war beyond the wall, 18007|And the blood that would not abate, 18007|For this heart of his would live 18007|Till the end was over. 18007|Oft I had heard the music of thy throat 18007|In the lonely hours of winter; then thy words 18007|I was afraid, and now I am afraid; 18007|And when thou comest at the midnight hour, 18007|I must dance, but not in a merry way. 18007|I cannot dance; it is thy voice that's gone, 18007|And it is pleasant as if I were dead, 18007|Because I know that they are listening to thee, 18007|That they all will make this night of thee and me. 18007|And how can I be happy now at set of sun, 18007|When every heart is a-dancing? No one cares 18007|I must dance, though I am silent in life. 18007|The snow has taken us far away; we could not 18007|Go home together and walk up the lane; 18007|He let us stay to tea. I'd serve you 18007|If he would, and I would eat you up too. 18007|But he's dead, and I have nothing now, 18007|And he will never come home. He's dead, I find, 18007|Though I never hear him say my name. 18007|How shall we live now? See, the street is bare; 18007|The old place stands, but my house is scarce; 18007|All the birds are out and gone--it's sad. 18007|And so I dance no longer, do you know 18007|For I don't know how to go abroad? 18007|I cannot send my children where I go, 18007|Or find my work, by the way I used to go. 18007|My children don't care to go; they are not strong; 18007|They are like children and childish ======================================== SAMPLE 33530 ======================================== 21011|The birds have toiled all day; 21011|So they sing for the first wing-quaver of the day, 21011|All the day long: oh! 'tis sweet to hear! 21011|They sing in my heart to their little, sunbright, 21011|Sun-blurred, sun-touched bird, 21011|And "Hail Mary!" and "Come hither, Mary;" 21011|They sing in my heart every song, 21011|When their little, sun-bright, sun-dawned bird 21011|Takes wing and is out of the nest. 21011|So they say to the bird that sings in their breast, 21011|"Here is England's land for thee, 21011|Thou little, light-winged, bird of the blue; 21011|Here is England's land for thee!" 21011|When the sun was high in the eastern sky, 21011|I watched a little bird fly 21011|To a place above my window-sill, 21011|Where a bird-garden was before me. 21011|I watched him as he soared and flew 21011|Till the garden was all bright and still, 21011|And he came very near--very near. 21011|Oh, little bird, what made thee fly? 21011|I did not breathe a prayer; 21011|I did not breathe a prayer 21011|For a heaven more fair than this. 21011|I only looked from window to window, 21011|And then I flew away. 21011|The garden looks out of its window, 21011|And the birds are singing still; 21011|But the bird from the bird-garden sings no song, 21011|He flew to a place above in the sky, 21011|Where a bird-garden is before me. 21011|I think of my bird, and of his nest, 21011|A little bird in a dark, 21011|And the little bird sings on for England; 21011|And I fly--away--the world. 21011|The great sea, that makes of the land 21011|All that it seems to be, 21011|Is neither long nor very tall, 21011|And none but a mariner 21011|Ever fully knows it well; 21011|But it seemed to me 't was a span 21011|Of about half an ell, 21011|And all the time it seemed to me 21011|There floated beyond it, far, 21011|Beyond the sight of mariners, 21011|A ship with sails of gold, 21011|And many sails of gold. 21011|And as it sailed with those bright 21011|Sails of gold it seemed to me, 21011|It seemed to me, sailing on 21011|Beyond the horizon far, 21011|That the ship was made of white, 21011|And the mariners wore crowns upon their heads. 21011|And ever the white ship sailed on, 21011|A little ship, with sails of gold, 21011|But I never saw one so fair, 21011|So fine as this great ship, 21011|With sails of gold, and crowns of white. 21011|Oh, I could love and you could wed, 21011|And life would pass as sweetly then 21011|As now--for all we would miss 21011|Are the mariners, not our love. 21011|Oh, we have sailed a thousand miles, 21011|With the ships of the winter time, 21011|But we ever say, "_Where are you?_ 21011|And we never find out again 21011|The place we lost in the mist. 21011|Oh, would that we could die and be 21011|With the dead at our graves now, 21011|And live with the dead at our graves!_ 21011|I saw you in a far-off town 21011|As the sun sank low, 21011|You bowed your reverend head, 21011|As a dove by a lonely brook 21011|Wends its graceful way. 21011|I saw you at the evening prayer 21011|With your reverend grey-- 21011|_These are the men who used to be 21011|The men you knew._ 21011|_"I have a soul."_ 21011|_Dear, I was a man._ 21011| ======================================== SAMPLE 33540 ======================================== 2625|Seal'd by the sun, and there he stays, 2625|And the white gulls round him cry-- 2625|"Away, away, my heart! My heart!" 2625|The grey gulls cry more--"Away, away!" 2625|And lo, he comes to shore! 2625|'Tis done. The parting voice of "Away, away!" 2625|The last of the sails is heard, 2625|The last long promise and the last 2625|Of the ship that was never engin! 2625|Down on the sands alone she lies, 2625|The last of the sails is gone, 2625|Sunk are her great hopes and her great fears, 2625|And the wind sings in the blue: 2625|"Away, away, my heart! my heart!" 2625|Ships ride no more high in the sunny heavens 2625|Nor win on the calm; 2625|The wind of the summer is loud in the North, 2625|The sea has a stormy way-- 2625|I can hear the sea in the early dawn 2625|And hear the wind in the storm, 2625|And all in the night-time the nightingale 2625|Breathes a song with the sea in it. 2625|No more the summer fair may beckon me 2625|To the place of the morning dreams; 2625|No more with the lark shall I pass the hours 2625|In the joy of delighting; 2625|No more the birds fly from flower to flower 2625|In the glory of summer time, 2625|If I hear no more the song the wind 2625|Sings to me in the opening day. 2625|For all my life, for all my days, 2625|The world seemed glad with spring. 2625|She danced and she smiled and she sung, 2625|And my heart grew great with her laughter, 2625|Till ever from out my heart 2625|Swept a wind of love its melody, 2625|And the world seemed glad with spring. 2625|She wore a rose in her hair, 2625|And my heart was glad as a child 2625|When she smiled on me from the sky, 2625|And the world seemed glad with spring. 2625|No more the white moon lingered and shone 2625|On the river's edge on the day 2625|That she went away with love in her heart 2625|To live a little time in a tower 2625|Whence the birds and I might never come, 2625|If I heard no more the song the wind 2625|Sings to me in the dawn when the dew is deep, 2625|And the world seems glad with spring! 2625|If you should live to be a man 2625|Who hears strange tongues that speak, 2625|And follow strange faces that walk 2625|Through fields of strange grain, 2625|Then here will come a man of you 2625|Who reads his thoughts in books 2625|And sees the faces will be gone 2625|In a whirlwind of change, 2625|And this will be his life's work 2625|And he will see the world grow dim 2625|Ere the end draws nigh. 2625|He will not wait for books to come, 2625|To lift his eyes to heaven, 2625|Nor hear a phantom's voice 2625|Once more, at dawn, around him sounding. 2625|No. He will watch the world grow dim 2625|Ere the end draws nigh. 2625|And the world will be like that book 2625|That once stood before him, 2625|With ghosts in the pages printed 2625|And faces dim, 2625|But he will see the one face 2625|He always loved, 2625|And see how the ages are mingling 2625|Their glories and tears, 2625|And the face with the rose-tinted 2625|Will glow and glisten, too, 2625|As it was meant,--the old man saw it 2625|Before the world was there-- 2625|And see how the ages are mingling 2625|Their glories and tears. 2625|In winter's cold, 2625|When the trees are bare, 2625|And no one dreams ======================================== SAMPLE 33550 ======================================== 28591|And never give up a single wish. 28591|The joy is in thy presence, love, 28591|And only in thy tenderness; 28591|And yet of all thy gifts and powers 28591|The truest joy 'twill be in me! 28591|To live in rapture thy fair face 28591|Shall ever look and never tire; 28591|And thou and I shall not be _alone_, 28591|Till Eternity and Time are won. 28591|And, from the day until the day, 28591|And from the day until the night, 28591|We shall be glad of each one of a thousand things. 28591|The best and most will meet me in the street, 28591|Where'er I go, the children and the bride; 28591|But best and most with thee I am content, 28591|As in the night, e'en on the sweetest eve, 28591|I stand at twilight, by one silent stream. 28591|I see thee everywhere, yet in thy face 28591|I cannot draw thee from some strange and strange, 28591|And yet I seek thee day and night, my guide 28591|And guide it still I may, for nevermore 28591|From either field or woodland doth return 28591|One gleam of sunshine to that hidden place. 28591|I must live where I am because 'tis there, 28591|For other spots I see no clearer appear, 28591|And other swimmers seem to be no more, 28591|The water that is near is stiller by far. 28591|But near or far, it is the same to me; 28591|I can but seek thee and I've no need of thee. 28591|It makes the soul-sick to be weary of Being, 28591|And we must still suffer in this world of ours. 28591|For if at last we lose the vision of bliss 28591|That once we held so dear that we must go, 28591|The rapture thus lost, the whole world shall seem 28591|A dim and dreary wilderness of woe. 28591|But if in spite of all the pain and loss 28591|We still may find the vision, and can hold 28591|Familiar the fair hope of that fair thing 28591|Which never turns away our eyes, nor dies, 28591|I think that even to pain and all the ills 28591|Of this low earth we yet may conquer soon; 28591|For there, perchance, 'tis not our own design 28591|How man should fight his battles in this life; 28591|But God alone can tell me. For I know 28591|By his commands, I know by his commands! 28591|I have been one of those who wandered here 28591|In spirit and in body, some little while, 28591|And now I stand, a guest of the eternal peace, 28591|Where I might have stood until I had been dead. 28591|'Tis well; it hath been dark to my troubled eyes; 28591|And then I could not see all things; but now, 28591|Bright as at noonday, the glad dawn is here. 28591|O happy, happy valley! though in vain 28591|I wander here, thou bidst me still remain; 28591|And it would befall in this poor, but sweet spring 28591|I should have turned, like the child, from sorrow's door-- 28591|I would have seen the coming of thy glad day, 28591|And never more had cause for sorrow's sigh. 28591|How near, how still the sounds of life I hear, 28591|While yet the tender fragrance of the year 28591|Upon my cheek is mixed with bitter dew! 28591|I cannot choose between two worlds, I may not choose, 28591|Yet what I do can have the choice of all. 28591|Then turn not to the pleasant while, for thou and I 28591|Are tired of the burden, and the pain and strife. 28591|When thou, my mother, dost a poor boy leave, 28591|And on the road go journeyless afar, 28591|O mother, and not thou alone shalt he, 28591|Nor knowing where to find him, yet mayst thou 28591|Leave his child-heart with thee and with the sun. 28591|If thou hast known him ======================================== SAMPLE 33560 ======================================== 1287|The people of the land of the Danes, 1287|The folk of the East, the warriors and the burghers. 1287|In them I can view my kindred, see 1287|The people of my race, and each of them 1287|Is my dear brother and dearest friend. 1287|Then let's go hence to the city's borders, 1287|And there enter with our comrades 1287|The country of our birth, and there 1287|Our wives and our gentle children find." 1287|The wretch then hastened into the castle, 1287|And fast in hand the golden bridle 1287|He carried proudly forth, and thus spoke 1287|To the old matron proudly, while by her 1287|He held her, and she answered as he went: 1287|"Child, what brings you here? and why dost thou 1287|Hast thou brought any one with you? 1287|For all our friends, and for our husband's sake!" 1287|Oft in the fields the traveller finds 1287|A maiden as she wanders by the ways, 1287|With tearful eye, and looks upon the ground. 1287|"What shall I do to-day? what to-morrow? 1287|And what shall I do to-morrow again?" 1287|"O, take me to the fountain, dear!" 1287|With tears she answers,--"Take me to the fountain! 1287|The pike and the otter--yea, and the bear 1287|We have killed with knives, and well I wot 1287|O, take ye me to the fountain, take me there!" 1287|As the snow-peaks seem to be on fire, 1287|To the fountain she hastens swift, 1287|Seeking the Fountain-wonder, she calls her: 1287|"Take me to the fountain, dear! 1287|Take me there--foolish maidens never know 1287|Their fountains to go to! the fountain will fill them 1287|With hate and bitterness! O, never more 1287|Shall the white-winged snow-flake float on the fountain-- 1287|On the fountain shall be gladdened. 1287|"I know not, I do not know not 1287|Who sent me unto thee! Where can I hide me?" 1287|Says the fountain, very sorrowful, 1287|"Go thy ways, thou infant, and, child, to-morrow, 1287|For sorrowful thine eyes shall be"-- 1287|And she vanished with her cries and wails away. 1287|Faintly as through a rosy haze 1287|Sounds to the ear the whippoorwill's song, 1287|The village-elf and all his race 1287|With frightened looks the vision survey. 1287|Then to the master of the place, 1287|On the instant, flies the Elf the most: 1287|"Who is it, who is it, who is there 1287|That comest hither to our home? 1287|"And what doth he here with thee? what doth he bring us? 1287|Why lookest thou so strange and wild?" 1287|And with tearful eyes questions fly 1287|In the merry voice of the beast. 1287|"I came hither with the hope of gain, 1287|And hastened o'er the roads to find! 1287|"I am the child of man and woman, 1287|I go with joy to bear him company! 1287|"In me is the flower that blooms in the world, 1287|By me are the hearts of men fondly fond!" 1287|The Elf, at first far puzzled by these questions, 1287|Was not well-speaking, but he shook 1287|In his trembling hands, his locks so long and wild. 1287|Then, as he made to turn back, the beast said: 1287|"Who art thou? And why art thou sad? 1287|Thyself art the child of mankind, speak here!" 1287|So answered the pale form of the Elf, 1287|And her speech was so confused and hoarse, 1287|She could hardly say, "I am not here"! 1287|As the beast he followed after; 1287|On the ground he stood and his features grew ======================================== SAMPLE 33570 ======================================== 8796|As when he, who is so bold, before 8796|His heavenly Mistress trac'd, at sight 8796|Of the strong band that trembled on his arm, 8796|"Arise, and come away;" so waked 8796|Satan from his slumber wrapt, that nought know 8796|More than in the flesh, how he had tarried; 8796|And of his coming he decert sail'd, 8796|Not unquickened by the soft urging of a Spirit, that urged 8796|him from before him. Less steep it is 8796|To climb the ladder of a gentle guide, 8796|Whose cheer, with soft increase, every stage, 8796|Adorns the road, and makes him joy to pace 8796|Still higher. Thou to me, who am adverse 8796|Through this thick smoke, new torch; and I to thee, 8796|Who through the smoke am radiant. Well I see 8796|How good is a return of good fruit; 8796|For whatever helps the sense, aids the heart; 8796|And he who feels enjoyment, and can chase 8796|Pain, is the noblest in the art. Yet more 8796|It to the lamp dilates, which, with turns 8796|And fasc is open'd, turns by turns his torch; 8796|As at Fugger's model, Taylor diagrams. 8796|Come then, nor be discouraged, if thy hope 8796|Exerted thee, though desp'rate pride disdained: 8796|The art is simple, and the labour long. 8796|For all thy wires, in due sequence, bear 8796|Orders to distant things, and in order bind 8796|The wholes with laws affect'd: whence feelings new 8796|And precious, in themselves, impel us on 8796|Our ways, though unskilful reason denies 8796|Full knowledge of better ways: more pleasing, 8796|Then, to disentangle, is the lore, 8796|That, from the senses, to the soul is given. 8796|One impulse of divine affection thenw 8796|Each nerve obliges: these act thus 'puny' 8796|Because they know not why, and are not conscious 8796|How they do act; whereas those, whom no intent 8796|Of our bright vessel leads to wonder, 8796|By might of WILL, are every other's harm. 8796|All joys, then, thou canst celebrate, secure 8796|In knowledge of the eternal Good, which rules 8796|And dwells in all the sacred mysteries. 8796|All things are subject to that one Rite, 8796|Whereof to know is to participate; 8796|And this, as other, pleases: for the mind, 8796|Made perfect, neitheropes its flight nor fears 8796|Changes accidental, turning its axis 8796|To the nine hypostases, that determines 8796|Joy to many. Of th' other important tale, 8796|Look not to the middle, already learned, 8796|'Tis readier than thence to receive the truth. 8796|"The natural thirst of all for virtue 8796|Pervious is to that science, which discovers 8796|The powers by which we are and are to come, 8796|General and particular, infinite 8796|Mortalis, up to that fulness can extend 8796|Of power, which, by turning, even it can wrong; 8796|Whereby the things of inferior degree 8796|Taste not their aroma, though they taste sweet. 8796|"First, to the moral sphere, whence belongs 8796|That power, causes t'analyse, and hence 8796|Fixes the origin of goodness, as 8796|The cause of motion: in this table, clipp'd 8796|Are all created powers, as 'twere one chime. 8796|"Creative impulse, such as makes the star 8796|Sparkle at midnight, or the rill at morn, 8796|(Where does it come? who built it? or who drew 8796|It forth? Who is 'ware thereof? Who doth consume 8796|It, and who digest it? Who digest?) 8796|Each thing on earth, and all that shines in heaven, 8796|Imagination, as Bero ======================================== SAMPLE 33580 ======================================== 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And the wild wind dances 18238|Through the windflowers; 18238|But my heart, my heart 18238|Is aching to hear a song. 18238|But my heart, my heart 18238|Is aching to hear a song! 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And the wild wind dances 18238|Through the windflowers; 18238|But my soul, my soul 18238|Is a-quiver in the blue. 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And the wild wind dances 18238|Briskly through the leaves; 18238|But my heart, my heart 18238|Is a-chirping in the blue. 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And the wild wind dances 18238|Full of melody; 18238|But my soul, my soul 18238|Has a way of saying "no." 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And the wild wind dances 18238|Till my heart is sore, 18238|And my soul, my soul 18238|Makes a piteous moan. 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And the wild wind dances, 18238|Till my feet are tied; 18238|Then my heart, my heart, 18238|Hurts and throbs like a spool. 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And the wild wind dances 18238|O'er and o'er with the tune it sings. 18238|But my soul, my soul 18238|Is a-wriggling in the blue. 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And young Hope is dancing 18238|To a tune of the birds and the flowers; 18238|But my heart, my heart, 18238|Sings a dreary song of its own. 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And young Hope is dancing, 18238|With a sad white throat; 18238|And a cloud is dark with the shadow of death, 18238|And the wind is blowing hard, 18238|Sorrowfully and fast, 18238|And the leaves are trembling as they fall and break; 18238|But my soul, my soul, 18238|Is a-dying like the flowers. 18238|In the blue the birds are singing, 18238|And young Hope is dancing; 18238|But the leaves, again and again, 18238|Fall, and break, and drop, and fly; 18238|And the heart is breaking in despair, 18238|And the soul, with sorrow, is breaking. 18238|Then we turn to the sky-worn past, 18238|That is dark with tears and sighs, 18238|Where the suns of the old year shine, 18238|With their glory and power. 18238|Then we look back to the past 18238|And wish that we were there; 18238|For we know that with hand in hand 18238|Life's pleasures we can share. 18238|The world will turn into a child; 18238|The little life will become, alas! 18238|A childish care for earthly things. 18238|Then, in the soul of man, there will lurk 18238|A woe for ever hidden now, 18238|A pain for ever quenched in mind; 18238|A sense of loss with never a name. 18238|But never a grief can there abide, 18238|Never a shame may dim the eyes, 18238|Never the sin of the heart be named; 18238|If a man would grow in manhood's might 18238|He must be true to one true heart. 18238|Myself I often wonder 18238|Why I am not a hero. 18238|A hero 'tis to fear no hero; 18238|Myself I sometimes wonder 18238|Why I am not a hero. 18238|In the long march that I must go, 18238|In the long march that I must go, 18238|The sun from out his vaulted sky 18238|Will stand, a throne of glory 18238|In the great day beyond my quest; 18238|Then I shall see ======================================== SAMPLE 33590 ======================================== 1008|The same as they, who in the primal race 1008|With different functions each one find; e'en such 1008|Are these, who different practitioners are 1008|Of those ill statutes, that their destruction 1008|At the same time must bring on all mankind." 1008|"If of the Past (renders Vallia to us 1008|Less good by Jerome) or of the Present (when 1008|We see our Lincoln brighten the world of Rome) 1008|Or of the Far off Past (where is set up 1008|The great statue of the Child), tell , my Muse, 1008|Where shines the Past, so dark, so gross, and so 1008|Far off? Tell me, I pray thee, where it is, 1008|If it be true, that so soon as evening shades 1008|Are falling, ray on ray attacks each other, 1008|As the bright meteor that's in the sky } 1008|Repeats each ray, and through the darkness rears } 1008|Its wavy glory." So began our poet, 1008|And then upon the left the shadows paused, 1008|And the straight line which marks the horizon vanished. 1008|Now was the radiant point the horizon's bound, 1008|And thus the prospect to my eyes returns: 1008|"FINITE angelic persons of desire 1008|And passion endless, within that lake 1008|Are seen reposed. They their sullen floods 1008|Reflectuously cease, as it is dried 1008|With the setting sun. There contrasting nymphs, 1008|One at a draught, and one who breathes & floods 1008|His airy wings, alternately stand 1008|Watching, the latter to extinguish, first 1008|Their flaming fire, then warming laughter, fills 1008|The sky, like that which rose on Jonah's ass 1008|After its wound the tempest.: mid those lights, 1008|Whose number and quality are diverse, 1008|There sits onely Son of th' eternal Jove, 1008|With azure circlet, and stainless light 1008|Equal to that which shines on Fredrick's chair." 1008|hell, and the angels answer that they have seen her, and that she 1008|is Heaven's queen." The recitative continues: "Hear, and believe! 1008|And hear thou also, Reader! this our salutation: 1008|That Heaven's sweet grace we most devoutly offer 1008|To thee, for which our mortal bodies we make supplication. 1008|This, too, for which we make it prayer, is energy 1008|Of spirit, which justice strives to bring to naught. 1008|This Nymph is that which on the left side shines 1008|Of the clear mirror, flooring that blissful seat 1008|With spirit, which not through angelic bodies so 1008|And with firm faith her will impellest, is seen 1008|Nigh unto the brightness of the all-seeing sun." 1008|"When thou hadst read thus devoutly my Reply, 1008|Thebo then ended, and with semblance of one ware 1008|Of shame and of her mockery, upon me 1008|Began to look, and I saw underneath 1008|Another's garment singing, as it ran. 1008|With shadowings it made me look twice and thrice 1008|Rider indifferent? Symon, said I, I wish 1008|Thou wouldst sing with me. Well is it, if thou wilt, 1008|And I am ready." Thus began the Sage; and I 1008|Musing was with him, and the Venerable Six, 1008|Who sing so well. Like to the lark, that, soaring 1008|In the air, sings first his jocund melody; 1008|Then drops into the quiet if the days of spring 1008|Have given the month of gladness the charge to sing; 1008|Thereat the divine Nymph, while she took her song, 1008|Flew to the other end of the violet bank. 1008|And the sweet bird, at hearing me approach, 1008|Sang me her charming song; on which my mind 1008 ======================================== SAMPLE 33600 ======================================== 2997|And her voice 2997|Was very kind, 2997|Which had hitherto been muffled 2997|In the softly-clinking keys. 2997|But, when my words grew tired, 2997|And I felt no longer able 2997|To sing of her, 2997|Away she stole, 2997|And then her face seemed changed:- 2997|Its mild light tinged 2997|With sudden rheumance. 2997|I wondered why I ever 2997|Had ventured 2997|To paint the woman's smile 2997|So perfectly. 2997|She was so fair; 2997|I could not see the witchery 2997|Of foppery, 2997|But 'twas a beauty 2997|Beyond the power 2997|Of reason or belief. 2997|And so I plied, 2997|In hope of winning her 2997|To praise my song, 2997|Which seemed, in sooth, 2997|A perfectly good thing. 2997|One day her hand 2997|And smile, I heard, were stolen; 2997|I caught her up, 2997|And brought her to my bed: 2997|She shrieked in fright 2997|To tell of the feat 2997|That was my misery. 2997|I did not try, 2997|For whom I did not love, 2997|To write, but only her, 2997|So as to find her 2997|Upon a date and place:- 2997|I left my love, 2997|And came back to the hall 2997|To write and write, 2997|And did not see. 2997|Her picture was made- 2997|She took the picture to me:- 2997|She took the picture to her:- 2997|She took the picture to her:- 2997|She took the picture to her:- 2997|Then away she flew 2997|On tiptoe and in haste, 2997|With eyes of wild delight, 2997|Frothing her eyes of red 2997|And face, in the moon's white shine, 2997|Of the face with the shadow made 2997|When she saw her picture, her. 2997|At London, the night had drifted 2997|So late that no one knew it, 2997|When lo, in her boudoir, the sun 2997|Was lighting the snow from her head, 2997|And, with her eyes closed, she said "I 2997|Have been sleeping at noon; 2997|So late that no one knew, she said 2997|She had been to a ball." 2997|She took her boots and a wig 2997|And her evening hat, 2997|And a puff of white fragrance she wore 2997|To her shanty at Biddlemore. 2997|"A ball would be a shame," she sighed. 2997|But what to do? 2997|A clock, and a candle, and woe 2997|That she might not be late, 2997|And she found that she had a job 2997|To do at eight. 2997|At eight o'clock, at eight o'clock 2997|She rose and her boots she wore; 2997|At ten she ate; but at ten o'clock 2997|A clock, and candle, and wig. 2997|She went to her factory, and in half an hour 2997|The clock and candles were there. 2997|And when the wig was ready she stood with a smile, 2997|And looked at herself in the glass. 2997|"I can't find where it's going to go, 2997|I'm so sorry, because I was out to work." 2997|"And I think that I can make it come in." 2997|They drew the wig, and she made it come in. 2997|"I can't find where it's going, my dear; 2997|I'm so sorry, because I was out to ride." 2997|"And I can't say where he was going, my dear, 2997|For I said my prayers on the way." 2997|"And I thought that the way would lead me home, my dear." 2997|They waited, and waited, and no one came; 2997|And then she laughed out ======================================== SAMPLE 33610 ======================================== 3160|Or, if that day should see my father burn - 3160|If, when the skies are clear, or when the rain 3160|Falls in loud torrents, I should hear the crack 3160|Of breaking arms, or his own voice expound 3160|His future doom, and all his woes proclaim; 3160|In such a moment then, the grief that fell 3160|In many a bosom must suffice to fill 3160|The eyes of all, and all may know its doom. 3160|Then, when the time of my return draws nigh, 3160|With my own hands to the palace I repair, 3160|And from the walls the mangled limbs divide, 3160|And sever, and discompose to the last. 3160|Till then, of this distemper know the rest; 3160|My days among the Tartars I have seen; 3160|But never have yet one from the Tartars told, 3160|That thus his thoughts had roamed mischiefs of past years. 3160|Thenceforth from shore to land the war is grown, 3160|So great I deem'd it of thy will thou wast 3160|To bid it cease; and yet in vain thou art 3160|Beside all sides perplex'd with vexing fears. 3160|But now the day brings peace, for from high 3160|The white-wing'd eagle spreads a silver ray, 3160|From his high flight the mingled blaze and ray 3160|Gladden all the air, and fill each fountain-shade: 3160|From Ida's height, and rocky isle, with arms 3160|Of rock and cliff, he pours the torrents down. 3160|The maid in dreams, and with a mournful tone, 3160|As if her father's grave she could survey, 3160|The sire's face follow'd as the stream he pass'd; 3160|The tears she shed, the prayers she heav'd, she bore! 3160|The sire then weeps, and mourns with groans the waves: 3160|While o'er his head with sacred branches crown'd, 3160|Weaves he a veil of crimson, and unfolds 3160|A fillet thrice repeated in the twain 3160|(The first was given to him, the second to her), 3160|The two together in his arms entwine, 3160|Whilst with the tears they join, and the sighs ascend. 3160|"Thus Heaven decreed, that, when the god, for woe 3160|Has sent us to our guardian sire in woe, 3160|(I mean of her who, at thy death, was left 3160|To sorrow o'er our father's barren plain;) 3160|I should behold my sons in distant lands, 3160|Borne to the sword, a sordid throng to please, 3160|To feed on tears, and wish their father's grave. 3160|Hath not the sun, to the fair month of June, 3160|And the fair firmament of earth and sea, 3160|Those charms proclaimed, and when have those expired? 3160|And must I mourn when the cold season draws, 3160|And the fair orbs of earth no longer shine? 3160|To-morrow will be joyous, and to-day 3160|To wail! The present is my only care; 3160|To-night I mourn, for the fair year's in view, 3160|And thou, for thy own sire, the sad scene mourn? 3160|Is thine the power? Is thine the wisdom found 3160|To render thus thy pity-blinded age? 3160|O, father! if the Gods the boon deny, 3160|How to the last, last hour their favour pay! 3160|'T was all thy care to please the Tartarean state; 3160|Then let thy royal son at length regain 3160|His father's love, and from my grief restore. 3160|But why on this my grief to what resort? 3160|Or where, O friend! the godlike will confide? 3160|For my long thought, by now, is this resolved, 3160|The same I will consecrate, the same resign, 3160|Unless to-morrow the dread god forbid 3160|These tears a blessing, which my faith shall prove ======================================== SAMPLE 33620 ======================================== 1365|On the shore the ship, that was but half-submerged, 1365|Lay, as it were in the heart of the sea, 1365|In the harbor of Chillon; but of thee, 1365|O companion dear! no word hath been said. 1365|What ailed thee, that thou refrainest from speech? 1365|Swear to me thou had'st seen me in the ship. 1365|My sworn answer I will make; and swear 1365|By myself, and by that other Christian 1365|Who also swore, and by the rest of the ship, 1365|That never again in thy life, through the time 1365|That thou wast with me, shalt thou look on me 1365|With a love, although unloved, as now I do. 1365|My heart and mine eyes and my head are on God; 1365|And thine be faith and confidence in heaven, 1365|And love of Him for ever, and His pity 1365|(If love be tender and pity be strong) 1365|And thy faith in God, my Lady of all women. 1365|And to thee, as the last witness of my love, 1365|This last and beloved oath of my confession, 1365|That the waters shall not overflow thee, 1365|O goodly, fair, and beautiful, and young! 1365|And if I may not die, how will my love die 1365|To know of me no other can die in vain? 1365|I love thee with an oath, I love thee with a 1365|fear! 1365|O the dark moon shining, in the forest, 1365|At thy coming! O the little flowers, 1365|That follow and follow the pathway of light 1365|To thy coming in the silence! I like them 1365|As they do the little lilies of thine. 1365|Thy presence is on me, at thy coming, 1365|Like the presence of the morning in a cloud;-- 1365|Like a shadow at the shadow of the sea, 1365|Or the presence of the moon when her light 1365|Is done its business; or like the shadow 1365|When the moon and the sea are on the same sky, 1365|And all day long the clouds watch and sail. 1365|Oh, thou appearest! Do not hide from me! 1365|Oh, thou appearest! The stars all call me! 1365|There is no sorrow like to grief, when thy face 1365|Adorns the world! I am lonely and forlorn; 1365|My soul is like a cloud; but thy presence 1365|Over the gloom is like the perfume of air! 1365|I am as weary, I would fain go to thee! 1365|I am as weary as thou art beautiful 1365|To look on; but there cometh a sweet hour, 1365|A holy hour, when the heart knows too well 1365|The tender love that is in thee, and knows 1365|That she is a part of thee; and this is the sweetest 1365|Of all the visions of the heart, when all else 1365|Is a desert. If I have been faithful 1365|Unto thy promises, I am thy true lover; 1365|I know that I loved thee as thyself to me. 1365|I have known many in the world before me 1365|Who were so cold, so mean, so empty, so full of hate, 1365|Yet were not hostile to others; many more 1365|In whom I saw these things for which I should not mourn them; 1365|And even these who are hateful, hateful men, 1365|As I saw them, in themselves. Yet they might not turn back 1365|From the great truth that lives in thee, nor even turn 1365|Unto thine arms, for comfort, gentle Lady! 1365|The night goes down, and all is still 1365|Save the high moon with all her stars. 1365|Lap me on my pillow, sleep, 1365|And fold my hands against the sky; 1365|Sleep, lean white arms across my breast, 1365|Sleep, that lie on the bosky shore 1365|So peaceful and so still. 1365|Let me hear the wild bird's song, 1365|That crashes over wood and w ======================================== SAMPLE 33630 ======================================== 1279|O! if I were a king, I 'd ride about 1279|My dapper steed, and walk about my court. 1279|And if I were a queen, I would abet 1279|My paramour in sport and game, 1279|And keep him in fetters, bound, and gagged. 1279|I dare confess, my love for man 1279|Would set the kingdom in a turmoil: 1279|For if I were a woman, I 'd never 1279|In all the world have cause to quarrel. 1279|I dare confess, my love for man 1279|Would put the nation in a passion: 1279|For if I were a lady, a quarrel 1279|With lord, or duchess, I 'd never stir. 1279|I dare confess, my love for man, 1279|Would make the whole gay pinewatch town; 1279|For if I were a squire, or porter, 1279|Or any other refined knave, 1279|I never, never had a thought,-- 1279|Except of money, that 's true love. 1279|I love my beauty with all my might, 1279|I hate my apparel's cold disdain, 1279|But to myself I love it more, 1279|And hate it with my very life. 1279|In summer's heat I 'm forced to go 1279|To buy me things of common use, 1279|The stump of a hickory stump, 1279|A bottle of brandy, and a stack 1279|Of muscatitos, at a pound; 1279|At a guinea I buy me beer, 1279|At a guinea buy me cakes and tea. 1279|This done, with free consent of tast, 1279|I leave the rest in confusion; 1279|Till time shall drive away confusion 1279|I 'll buy my passage to a foreign clime. 1279|The maids of Canaan, where they dwell, 1279|Have eyes by dropsied on their nose; 1279|But her love behelds more virtue, 1279|And her evil loves more mischief 1279|Than the eye-drops of his nose can tell; 1279|And so they call him to his country. 1279|O! where will I find an honest man, 1279|To stand without an oath or trent, 1279|To trust his neighbor to discern 1279|His own dishonour and his own! 1279|My soul rebelled against a tie; 1279|To make it a creed was I, 1279|By having an honest muse 1279|Whose pulse was in my bosom. 1279|My muse is now in heaven, believe, 1279|And therefore now it is the same,-- 1279|The old world has lost half its worth, 1279|The new world has gained a third. 1279|When all the world has lost its jade 1279|The new world looks like a morning new: 1279|When it's new this is a summer's day, 1279|But this is a cold and blank of snout. 1279|It is a sin to buy, and it is a cause, 1279|To purchase, to purchase, and then to fly-- 1279|They 'll purchase, and rob you blind, 1279|To buy you, or know you, or tell you: 1279|An honest man knows his rights and can guard them, 1279|When his neighbor is found wanting. 1279|'Twas a black market that gave the day, 1279|The day of the sword and the crown; 1279|Where hawker and shopper had place; 1279|Where man had but his passport: 1279|Where men were purchased by a blood, 1279|And their sale was a public sale; 1279|Where many died, and many more 1279|Fell captive and purchased. 1279|My country, and what 's behind the screen, 1279|Have they not beheld, or know? 1279|Ask thy lost king, when by thy shore, 1279|What thy lost subjects are doers. 1279|They are the lords of the land beneath, 1279|They are the men that are made: 1279|The men by right of them are styled, 1279|The little people of ======================================== SAMPLE 33640 ======================================== 615|And that with sword and weapon the host was slain, 615|When they perceived they could not meet them more: 615|They made for the two, each his own course to run, 615|But not before them was the cavalier 615|Whom they pursued, but on the bank, and plain, 615|By way of repose and in the peaceful shade, 615|They rested, one on each side, with arms in rest. 615|The first that, loath to be deprived of rest, 615|Was silent remained; when he, in spite, the two 615|Of him, and the two others, was dismayed more, 615|And in the shade his people's loss lamented, 615|Because the duke had gone in that assault; 615|And that all reason, which, in the former fight, 615|Had held the duke, a little while held sway, 615|He yielded to a little longer delay, 615|And wished, if he could, again to die. 615|It would have seemed, in the least delay, 615|For him were murder to have done the rest 615|At that while, for many days had passed without 615|That they had seen the cavalier return, 615|To take the life of him the champion slew. 615|His friends were left him but in that like strife, 615|And he but one with other men that day: 615|But, as they knew not what he would accomplish, 615|Nor could, except they had him in their help, 615|Saved for a while themselves from certain ill, 615|He turned his back upon them: so they saw 615|Their succour no more than that they stay. 615|Nor one among the warriors and their peers 615|Maintains a thirst for vengeance to pursue, 615|Whose wound is the first mortal that his mind 615|Conducts to that enchanted castle. Of all 615|Who thus arrived, for vengeance, which their woe 615|By day to death had brought, the first that showed 615|A wish to make the cavalier at large known, 615|Was the bold Count Marphisa the while his knight, 615|Who in a moment was in battle dyed 615|With the long sword of Astolpho, for the peer 615|Of his good host, whom, in short, he had slain; 615|Which deed, at length, had shown the knight to be 615|The princely Charles's equal, so well he wrought. 615|At length when that was done, the warrior who 615|Had slain his foe, by him has been preserved, 615|I know not who, but to that chieftain bore 615|The sceptred shield which that illustrious knight, 615|And there he sits, with sceptre in his hand, 615|Which he withal hath given him, and the mail 615|Which he had borne, with which the stripling went, 615|Afield and at a distance, to the sound 615|Of the steed with which was he entrusted, rode. 615|The monarch's daughter first, to Charles's train 615|With grace and honour courteous, came in view, 615|Pierced in the heart by him: and as she prayed 615|For deathless fame, the warrior took from her 615|Her arm, and on his breast his sword applied, 615|Then, as he came, the wounded churl would bear 615|To the wide desert that lies below the plain; 615|And, after he had borne the virgin hence, 615|Cast her into the palace of her sire. 615|There of a thousand men they made a sacrifice; 615|The host their heads, and other arms their store. 615|The virgin with herself, like damsel bright, 615|Of love, and whom the prince's son loved well, 615|Was hung, and as the royal maids were nigh 615|Stood by, with eyes that glowed while yet they showed, 615|As with a fire, where'er the steed he drew. 615|When the king heard, his royal rage was stirred, 615|And he would slay the youth that did the deed. 615|For as some one that, who is in pursuit, 615|Holds round his waist the quilt in murderous hate, 615|Because the felon pursues and kills, 615|So him the cavalier who wronged the maid; 615|But, with his steed, the fatal sword reversed. 615|He that hath wrought her ======================================== SAMPLE 33650 ======================================== 1287|With sorrow, a new, a fatal, fatal death 1287|Hangs o'er my head. 1287|O thou, my Love! my very Life! 1287|Let me no more complain! 1287|The earth my life will not give you, 1287|And I could die with you: 1287|A far more happy death I died at Trier 1287|with my soul! 1287|Ye beauties, ye so rare! 1287|Where's now the woe-wing'd darts? 1287|My soul hath been on high, 1287|To soar on wing, to rise, 1287|O'er the wide world to throw. 1287|In the wide East, in the West, 1287|In the north, in the south, 1287|Sunk my spirit quite away, 1287|O'er heaven's wide vault. 1287|Thither, for ever, go! 1287|Sunk is the light of my soul, 1287|Far away, afar! 1287|Oh! could I again behold 1287|Those heavenly brows so fair, 1287|Then my spirit would not pine, 1287|Nor suffer for dismay. 1287|Would the sun, with his golden beams, 1287|Would soothe the bright eyes of thee, 1287|And thy bosom's glow would brighten, too: 1287|But never a beam of mine, 1287|To warm thee when thou'st sunk so low, 1287|Shall cheer thee when thou'st risen so high: 1287|For my heart's lightest ray 1287|Never can warm a soul to Heaven. 1287|Hail, lovely maiden! 1287|Thou, the fairest in the whole wide world! 1287|How can mine ears 1287|Delight in thy sweet melody? 1287|In the bright eyes I see; 1287|But the sight is fleeting as the song; 1287|As my bosom's bliss, 1287|It cannot last for ever. 1287|Maiden, thou ne'er wilt abide, 1287|Wilt melt into the Spring's embrace; 1287|Soon I shall see thee soon, 1287|When the long-sought-for day 1287|Grows bright as it is strong. 1287|Thou wilt never stay, 1287|Fate shall mould thee to the hour, 1287|Inform thee of thy state, 1287|And give thee a heavenly birth. 1287|Ah, but I'm lonely! 1287|And thy looks are wan! 1287|I must wander far, 1287|In the wild-wood's dusk; 1287|Ah, but I'm lonely! 1287|Ah, but I'm lonely! 1287|All the world is lone, 1287|Where thy form is seen; 1287|And in every bird's song 1287|Thou wert wont to sing. 1287|Tranquil thou art, maiden! 1287|No desire shall move thee! 1287|Ah, thou wilt die, 1287|Far from earth and men 1287|Here, and there's no relief! 1287|Maiden! maiden! dost thou not yearn 1287|A moment to my arms to fly? 1287|I would fain give all my charms, 1287|And take thee in my arms to stay. 1287|Come! while I kiss thee and embrace thee, 1287|But never once a word shall say; 1287|For by night I'll come, and sit upon thee, 1287|And steal thy kisses with my breath. 1287|Oh! in the light of evening, when my limbs 1287|Are weary from their long pursuit, 1287|I'll lean my head upon thine, and take thee, 1287|Thy sweet eyes never to depart. 1287|Away from me! O take thyself, 1287|'Till that my soul I never again 1287|Shall see, and feel, and think upon me 1287|Laid down in the world's very net. 1287|The world will never understand, 1287|The world will never give me leave, 1287|I'll wander far: O do not say 1287|As to a lover that I go, 1287|And in the ======================================== SAMPLE 33660 ======================================== 19221|And with her maidens fair 19221|In gay dance go they play; 19221|The young men, round the Queen, 19221|Their best before her bow, 19221|Each at her feet to stand, 19221|And if they could but move 19221|As surely as a man can, 19221|A man, a man that was 19221|Could well defy the others! 19221|So one by one they go; 19221|And soon they see the Queen 19221|Tear down the long tedious scroll 19221|Which long ago she hid 19221|From all the world beside; 19221|Tear down the parchment long and wide 19221|For her sweet people's guidance; 19221|And let the wind from all the trees 19221|Which round about are swinging-- 19221|The whispering boughs that overspread 19221|The floor which they upon-- 19221|And let the light on all men's faces 19221|Gleam through the naked air, 19221|That men may see and be persuaded 19221|That they are living souls! 19221|But first, before all these things, 19221|She puts her crown of gold 19221|In her hand, as one that wins 19221|A perfect riding-back 19221|By the helping of his boot; 19221|But when she reaches the door, 19221|That great deep sigh she soughs, 19221|And all the world is ready for a coronation. 19221|Her Majesty's riding-back-- 19221|And that she wore yesterday 19221|When she was Queen--and that she wears 19221|But for a moment in May-- 19221|Have led her home again; 19221|For lo! she turns back the key; 19221|And the great, long sigh she soughs 19221|Is all a mistake she bought in clerk's-shop. 19221|It was the King of Norway who was on a break: 19221|Trundling a damp flaxen plash, for a change of style; 19221|His mare, Madeline, gray and streaked with black, 19221|Trod, like many others, with the dust's fall drip. 19221|The King of Norway's mare, Madeline, leaned out of the saddle, 19221|Her tail stiffly drooping, her eyes flashing praise; 19221|A long way off, Madeline's placid, placarding ways, 19221|Exclaimed the King of Norway:--"For shame, Sir, let's play this game! 19221|I've ridden enough; I'll play no more;" for he hath won 19221|A fair, fair prize that suits no other than me. 19221|Now let's play the big game, Sir; and if we do not win, 19221|I'll play a game that suits me better than both of us: 19221|It is my own--if but a little--no fairer I know, 19221|Than Madeline's tail, Madeline's, just behind my own." 19221|The King of Norway smiled: "Nay, let's not play at all; 19221|That fluff you wear is the same, Sir, you've said, was Fur, 19221|For I have ridden to get it; the thing has worn it through 19221|And now it doth protect me, though but in passing by. 19221|So I take comfort that I never shall lose it; 19221|I'll take to riding soon, and keep it while I have one: 19221|It is my own--if but a little--no bit so fine-- 19221|Tho' now it doth not protect me as it formerly did." 19221|He went away and left her there alone; 19221|But not for long, for soon as I could see 19221|Madeline's face, I knew, as well as her own, 19221|The pangs that sorrow brings upon her conscience; 19221|For all about me that I could trace 19221|Were the poor unhappy creatures, whom I had been bound to save 19221|Who now were moaning under what cruel skies: 19221|I said to myself,--the day is getting late 19221|I'll to the inn, and I'll put on my best suit. 19221|So I knocked, and spoke, and soothed, and then I knocked ======================================== SAMPLE 33670 ======================================== 2717|Then all the world was new 2717|To all that had been told 2717|And sung, and sung, and sung in song, 2717|And the heart's full choir sang through the night and day 2717|While he lay in the cradle at their knee 2717|With his mother, while his father lay 2717|Midst the battle-stones; 2717|Asleep--all day they had fed-- 2717|Slept in the shade of the tree-top, and dreamed, 2717|Then, in the morning, as they stood 2717|In the sun, of the baby-born that was to be, 2717|He was to join in the singing and the song; 2717|He had not left in the fight, 2717|But gone to be a soldier. 2717|Yet she sat there and smiled on the mother and said: "He will not long be 2717|There is the cradle, and the band is round his brow, with a 2717|little red rose upon the breast,-- 2717|And the little red rose upon his hand 2717|With its fragrance is filled. 2717|And there are the little sisters, 2717|With their soft little baby-faces 2717|With the blue-bloom in their eyes, 2717|And the blue-bloom in their cheeks 2717|And their eyes that are half shut. 2717|And they sing and dance a dance, 2717|And the mother sings them with her song, 2717|Which the baby sings with love. 2717|"Now, little sisters, my baby, 2717|Sing, and cry, and dance a dance, 2717|And I'll give you all the gold I want 2717|When you are old." 2717|In the cradle and the ringlets round his brow, 2717|The little green hands that are round his head, 2717|With a smile of gladness on his lips, 2717|She laid him down and sung, and said, 2717|And all the while her heart beat fast: 2717|"Now, my babies, my babies, 2717|Sing and cry, and dance a dance, 2717|And I'll give you gold enough to buy 2717|All the baby things you want." 2717|So she sang to him, and his mother, 2717|As she sat in the shade, 2717|By the little red rose she held in her hand, 2717|She made answer when she saw 2717|The baby in her breast. 2717|"I gave birth at dawn on the battle-plain, 2717|And my heart was glad, and my soul was light, 2717|For I knew that the battle-dread was o'er, 2717|That the King had come to rule. 2717|"But then the little green hands and blue eyes 2717|Were full of wonder and dream; 2717|They had never seen a man, they said, 2717|And the baby's heart was glad-- 2717|But his mother, the mother who gave him 2717|Told him some strange words: 'Tis but a child 2717|That cries and cries anon; 2717|'Take, thou little one-lip kisses, 2717|And if thou would'st, thou canst not live-- 2717|If thou dost not live, thou dost not die, 2717|'And all who know will say.' 2717|"And I--I gave them whiter lips and blue eyes 2717|That looked on me from far, 2717|And I knew what heart sorrow-laden 2717|And bitter love would hold. 2717|"But to-day, when I am dead, to-day 2717|I am young and fair and fair: 2717|And thou, little one-lip kisses, 2717|Thy kiss may be sweet!" 2717|With the day of his birth 2717|And the day of his death 2717|She heard in the dark 2717|His mother cry: 2717|"For a man at heart 2717|And for a manly pride 2717|The heart of your baby is sweet, 2717|And he will never speak so 2717|But a sweet word on earth." 2717|Then at last her husband he came 2717|And the children round him lay 2717| ======================================== SAMPLE 33680 ======================================== 20586|For some sad lady whom she loved; 20586|Whose life was happy in the day, 20586|And now it never shall be more. 20586|The sun is in his splendor now; 20586|The lark sings o'er his morning bier; 20586|But ah! 'tis true he never more 20586|Shall fill the air with birds' song. 20586|These little words are dear to me 20586|Because they show that life is brief; 20586|We all must die and leave no trace 20586|To mark the day we ever met. 20586|In the far-away, early day, 20586|When my children were not nigh, 20586|I would up and go, 20586|And look towards the land of mine, 20586|Where the sea was calm and free. 20586|There I would wait in great delight, 20586|For there was many a ship, 20586|Sailing far out, sailing fast, 20586|With merchandise of gold and stone. 20586|And my company was many and fair, 20586|Yet few my friends, and none of them were I, 20586|And many a trouble came upon the way; 20586|So I would up and go, 20586|And look towards the land of mine, 20586|That a sea was on the billowy sea. 20586|I have seen a sail go slowly by, 20586|And I have seen a sign behind the mast,-- 20586|There was never a sail that was so thin: 20586|And the winds were always blowing sad, 20586|And the weather kept all the ships in trouble, 20586|And the cargo dwindled every day; 20586|And ever the worse grew the misery. 20586|Some would think it a wondrous thing 20586|To sail by night so far out at sea, 20586|With a sail on the wind that thin, 20586|And never a sail to land on shore. 20586|And I, I asked: "Sail on, sail on, 20586|With goods from far-land, and a cargo of woe, 20586|To the lands where the poor are poor." 20586|But, lo! The thin wind blew more nigh.-- 20586|Said Captain Whose Sail-tree? 20586|I heard the answer, as I rose from my bed, 20586|"Sail on, sail on, or else we shall be lost;"-- 20586|With a cargo of woe? 20586|With a cargo of sorrow, and hearts so dull, 20586|With a cargo of sorrows, and minds so woe-like 20586|In a bark that was neither sail nor good luck? 20586|How could you call her, how could you call her 20586|When she had no cargo on her? 20586|With no cargo in the hollow of her hand? 20586|But with sadness, they say, that filled her eye. 20586|When the wind goes west, or the south, 20586|With the world in a sorry mood, 20586|With the sun a-dying or better: 20586|"How shall the world withal supply 20586|Her own sorrows, she cries: 'Alas! 20586|How shall the sun with sorrow swell 20586|When the world's happiness is gone! 20586|In the world is misery and is my lot.' 20586|"As sad as she is in her weeping, 20586|As deep as in dreaming: 20586|It is all day and the night for her; 20586|And the day is but shadow without her. 20586|"So sad the world withal is, and I must think 20586|I may never be happy here: 20586|Alas! the world is my doom, I pray, 20586|For the world's misery and her want, 20586|And the world's misery is mine by the year, 20586|When my time is come. 20586|"As ever the world was and merry was and sad, 20586|But now so sad's the world, and ever was, 20586|That I am afraid and I cry: 20586|'The world is a land of many bale!' 20586|Yet to bring new delight, 20586|Let us sleep in the desert and rest, for we shall have ======================================== SAMPLE 33690 ======================================== Achitophel's daughter 26785|With one arm was hanging dead. 26785|She stood beside the river, 26785|Her bosom burned with shame; 26785|She saw herself the mother for my sake, 26785|Mine eyes the eyes of her. 26785|She raised her head to let the dawn shine, 26785|And then she fell and died. 26785|I took my sword, and all night long 26785|I saw the sea-fells rise; 26785|I heard the waves go leaping round, 26785|And still the night was crying. 26785|_I had not dreamed, O King, 26785|That I should kneel down to die, 26785|To see my country's face, 26785|That it might tremble so; 26785|But here to God I kneel and swear 26785|_I_ will bear no treason._ 26785|A little while I waited-- 26785|Heaven knew what I might do! 26785|But I forgett not the deed, 26785|I know that I will speak it soon; 26785|And this poor child shall know no more 26785|_I_ have forgotten the word; 26785|And on the bitter cross I swear; 26785|And this poor child shall die. 26785|I have forgotten what I _knew_; 26785|What I had done, what I _will_ not, 26785|_I_ forget not the thing, nor shall 26785|Rise to be the thing's Successor: 26785|What I have forgotten I _will_ forget,-- 26785|I will forgive, forgive, forgive! 26785|We came to where the road had turned us into the dark wood; 26785|The trees were black and wild with sin; 26785|They were as men that are possessed with a troubled sleep, 26785|But for the King--he was in the wood. 26785|We sought for him and we found him not; 26785|We came to the place where the King had been: 26785|Was lying hid, with his Queen, in the shade of a thorn. 26785|"The King is hidden," we said. "I think I heard him say, 26785|'I loved but God, not man; and where He is He cannot go; 26785|He cannot leave you; He only loves you.'" 26785|But, when we came to the heart of the thorn, 26785|The King was gone, the Queen was dead. 26785|No mortal ever has been so lonely; 26785|But, when he left the loveless world behind, 26785|He came, like a wind-blown trail of feathery seed 26785|When the sun goes scattering all His gold. 26785|No mortal ever has been so weary; 26785|But when he came where the living things slept, 26785|His love was all the strength that he had. 26785|I love the sun 26785|Like a child that is being teased and teased; 26785|But sometimes 26785|Like a bird that is chidden by its mates, 26785|My sun comes out to sneer at me. 26785|I am the little moon; 26785|I shine and move on the way I come; 26785|The wind blows on me and ripples my hair, 26785|But I love but God; 26785|I came with the wind and the wind is gone . . . 26785|So I love but God, I love but God. 26785|I am the sea-- 26785|I stand to the side of the ocean's face: 26785|I have no place in life's busy throng, 26785|But the sea's a place to sit and dream; 26785|And if I have good rest, it is that I 26785|Hold my heart to the sea's breast, and soar 26785|For ever to a sunnier shore, 26785|And see new wonders--if my mind can think. 26785|I am the wind-flower, 26785|And I make the sea happy if it blow; 26785|But I love but God, 26785|I love but God, I love but God. 26785|I am the dawn, 26785|The dawn that breaks on the earth and sleep: 26785|I sing for a while 26785|And then I am gone; ======================================== SAMPLE 33700 ======================================== 27129|In every thing that is good is _there_, 27129|And the same I confess it; 27129|And the same I confess it; 27129|It's only that in my love I play 27129|And not with God my playmate. 27129|Now let no sneer upon my face, 27129|Which, you please to mind to say, 27129|Is not the darling of her peer, 27129|Her darling child, and child to me; 27129|For love has no such other. 27129|To you 'tis now the true and new way; 27129|But I, alas! can not tell 27129|The meaning of the rising light, 27129|Or what to think the meaning is. 27129|And yet I know the meaning is 27129|That in that part of the sky, 27129|Which you in white do see so clear 27129|(But I 'm on the water so), 27129|My darling child is lying now. 27129|And that in sorrow she is lying, 27129|And that the water in her cheek 27129|She will not dry again. 27129|There came a youth in the town of Bethlehem, 27129|With a voice so sweet it shook the heart of woe; 27129|A youth with a clear and shining eyes, 27129|And his lips in his rose-hued morning cheeks, 27129|Like a flower of April when first it sprouted. 27129|So to Bethlehem went the wandering one, 27129|And with him a host of lads of mighty might. 27129|'Twas morning when they came to Bethlehem: 27129|God blessed them and hallowed them, and said: 27129|Go to the hills, I said, and be fruitful in the land, 27129|No longer ye shall be wanting to the fold, 27129|Nor the flax be wanting for Joseph's sons to be catch'd. 27129|The man that did the preaching in Bethlehem, 27129|He had a house, as men have houses; 27129|Yea, and seven wives, as men have seven wives. 27129|But now he is gone from Bethlehem, 27129|And the householder in Bethlehem is he. 27129|The stranger in the town of Bethlehem 27129|Was caught up to the priest in a hurry; 27129|The stranger in the town of Bethlehem, 27129|The day is come that the first fruit of our days is slain. 27129|For of a sudden the clouds are scattered, 27129|And the first birds sing; 27129|As the leaves are singing in leaves uprooted 27129|And the flowers are shaken and drooped in the breeze, 27129|As the leaves in the harvest of the year are shaken and dropped. 27129|But the man that had heard the song in Bethlehem 27129|With his face to the eastward turned with a sigh: 27129|Why should not the church sing at her own holy place, 27129|At the gates of the town of Bethlehem, 27129|To the sound of the flutes and bells: 27129|"Laudo Salviti est; salvo est; amor amanti, 27129|Quam dicat amare me cum amare Amilheid, 27129|Ignotum me fugiens amor amanti." 27129|Then the sweetest words that the choir ever did say, 27129|And the sweetest words that the choir ever would do, 27129|Were thus sung by the choir of the heavenly choir: 27129|"He, the good shepherd, the good shepherd is; 27129|He, the son of Mary, is Christ's born sacrifice. 27129|And the church; let the church then sing with the choir!" 27129|And as the church with the choir is rejoiced, 27129|Be the church and the choir together glad; 27129|O happy souls so dear, and full of God's grace, 27129|Ye that have known sweet childhood, and have known 27129|The time when in the nursery you grew sweet, 27129|When the sun of God rose o'er your childhood's birth, 27129|When the great world opened beneath your feet, 27129|And the mother, your father was the great King. 27129|When at school you, like a white lily, came forth, 27129|When your hand shook the apple, with tender glee, ======================================== SAMPLE 33710 ======================================== 25794|And from her mouth the liquid flame was pouring-- 25794|When a sudden rush and sound of breaking 25794|Of mighty thunders--then all was dark, 25794|And the moon hung o'er the mountain's head; 25794|And the stars fell down upon their tops, 25794|Falling, but with sorrowful light, 25794|And the night-wind cried, "O me! forlorn!" 25794|And the lightning paused and then answered, 25794|"I cannot send you home again; 25794|"For an old earth's presence lies 25794|"On the moonlit hills, across the sea, 25794|"Far in her mansion in the heavens 25794|"Full of light and all that's sweet." 25794|And the cloud-girt world once more was lying 25794|At that night's end upon the ground; 25794|And the first star o'ercame the land 25794|To look with sighs and pitying tears. 25794|But then, alas! a dreadful face, 25794|In that haunted land afar off, 25794|Looked up with eyes of burning wrath, 25794|As she saw her children lie 25794|In her fields and homes and heather; 25794|And the first cry came o'er her, too-- 25794|"Oh, God, my father, my mother!" 25794|Then they saw her look unashamed 25794|A smile across that stricken land, 25794|Like a smile which God's hand had given 25794|To a righteous nation unborn; 25794|And their hearts beat wildly, and they cried 25794|A bitter, pitiless cry of pain. 25794|And they called to the mother now 25794|Who had borne them as a mother might 25794|To the little helpless infant: 25794|"Come, dear mother, come and hold her! 25794|She is not to be left alone! 25794|She will seek her shelter, she will seek 25794|To her father and her country, 25794|She has sent her babe, but seeketh not 25794|Her mother in her sorrow and pain!" 25794|Then, as if her heart had broken 25794|In that last, wild, fearful cry, 25794|They gave it room and tenderness, 25794|And opened wide the doors of love, 25794|But gave her heart no room at all. 25794|And she sat in the silent shade 25794|The cold snow gathering there, 25794|And heard far off the thresher-stroke; 25794|She saw afar afar off 25794|The horses and their foaming steeds, 25794|The burning cities, the mad rout, 25794|And all the fearful tumult made 25794|Of the great world's tumult and strife. 25794|So she had dreamed for many a day 25794|When she came home again in the night 25794|And gathered up her children's souls. 25794|They are now gone into the night! 25794|They are gone into the night! 25794|They are gone! 25794|"Oh, where are you going?" 25794|"To join our ranks; 25794|We must put off the earth-bound way 25794|To-day, to-day." 25794|"What then, the bitter way?" 25794|"The way of man, 25794|To see the mother smile, 25794|To learn her grief and sing. 25794|"Oh, let us take that road 25794|Of ours, and wear the shroud 25794|Like the saints do." 25794|"We may; 25794|But it is strange and high." 25794|The angels lifted high 25794|The shroud from out the brows; 25794|And the children's eyes 25794|Looked upward then; 25794|And they knew the Mother's smile. 25794|"What is the path to-day?" 25794|"Our way to-day; 25794|But we are only men. 25794|We must put off the earth-bound way"-- 25794|"The way of the sun, 25794|To-day, to-day; 25794|To the last town, to the last moke, 25794|O, we must do our best." 25794|It is ======================================== SAMPLE 33720 ======================================== 21009|The "Dryad Lady" was his sister. 21009|I tell you, you should never call 21009|Your sister a "Dryad Lady": 21009|For, if you did, one moment's thought 21009|Would make you look like one. 21009|How well she understands 21009|Our speech! How sweet she is 21009|To think and plan and plan! 21009|She knows more of our feelings 21009|And our tastes and ways 21009|Than any princess can. 21009|How well she understands 21009|The way we live and think! 21009|Oh, she is lovely and young! 21009|And I can laugh and smile 21009|And sing for hours alone 21009|As I wander down the ways 21009|And listen for her song. 21009|It is not for the ladies' feet 21009|That she goes with me 21009|Through the flower-strewn paths, 21009|Along the grassy slopes, 21009|Where her feet must rest. 21009|For the joy and gladness 21009|Of her ways are there. 21009|Oh, a princess must be 21009|Wise and graceful and real, 21009|And her dress should be divine, 21009|And her hair should be bright. 21009|Her dress and hair shall be rich, 21009|Her hair and dress both bright, 21009|And the way she walks shall be 21009|As the way of kings. 21009|I'd give the land away 21009|For her glance and smile. 21009|They are fair to look upon, 21009|But they are much above 21009|All beauty due to will, 21009|Or power, or talent. 21009|There's a woman in the street, 21009|A woman with a wicker basket, 21009|Who makes the moonbeams dance, 21009|And then she puts her face upon 21009|The face of all the women in the street. 21009|She has eyes that shine like stone, 21009|And cheeks with all the tenderness 21009|That makes a woman a star 21009|In a star-lit valley of the sky. 21009|She takes the sweets of earth, 21009|And keeps them sweet with tenderness, 21009|And from her lips of flower she blows 21009|A melody of love. 21009|It brings the tears to blind, 21009|It brings the sorrow to bless the one, 21009|That comes to give her lip a kiss 21009|And kiss a lover's, kiss away 21009|The sting of love we cannot heal, 21009|Or ever give him back again. 21009|It has the sweetest, gentlest touch 21009|And art is sure to follow it, 21009|With light so near, with gentle care 21009|That it is sure to touch the heart-- 21009|I'd give the kingdom and the crown-- 21009|But I would give her only this: 21009|That she may be an unseen friend 21009|To make a girl of me! 21009|The moon was rising brightly 21009|In the sea of blue, 21009|And over meadows green 21009|The cuckoo's song arose. 21009|It made a music rich 21009|In every glen and bower 21009|Where I sat alone. 21009|The bird was bold and gay, 21009|The moon was fair and small, 21009|I did not care to try 21009|To capture or hold its power. 21009|I watched it on its rise, 21009|Its beauty and decline, 21009|I did not seem to care-- 21009|Then came a cloud; then bloom, 21009|And I grew so afraid. 21009|For fear of that I dreamed 21009|A dream that made me sick, 21009|I dreamed a cuckoo singing 21009|Its dying note again. 21009|And now, it is not coming, 21009|So I awake and cry, 21009|My heart is breaking in twain. 21009|The moon is changing to a star, 21009|And the sun has vanished in a blaze; 21009|The day is ended, and the night 21009|Has come on us at last. 21009 ======================================== SAMPLE 33730 ======================================== 1469|That in the world is free 1469|And that one dies. 1469|O for one whom of my verse, 1469|Thro' them day, day forth, 1469|The ancient poet has 1469|To love, to love, 1469|O for one whom of my verse, 1469|Thro' them day, day forth, 1469|The ancient poet hath 1469|One little song to hand! 1469|One song for the great 1469|Who are on the road. 1469|The traveller who hath to go 1469|Where the best men go: 1469|The youth who would be great 1469|Who is on the road. 1469|The singer who is on the road, 1469|And would wear the crown 1469|Of Song's glory and wealth, 1469|O for the songs of my 1469|The traveller who hath to go 1469|Where the best men go, 1469|And the youth who would wear the crown, 1469|O for the singers of mine, 1469|And for the songs the best! 1469|Where the best men wander in the dust, 1469|In dreamland, 1469|And the best men wander in the night, 1469|There in the dusk. 1469|Where the best men mourn, and wonder, and strive, 1469|In the tears and the grief, 1469|There's a place of rest for the tears, 1469|In the place that's deep. 1469|I am glad that some are sleeping 1469|Sleeping sound and sightless, 1469|Where God's will and man's might are, 1469|In this land where the night falls, 1469|In this land that's dim. 1469|I am glad that some are resting not, 1469|Resting sound and soundless, 1469|Where God's hand hath set his hand, 1469|In the far and fathomless place, 1469|Where the heart is not. 1469|Here we wait and wait and wait, 1469|Waiting, waiting, 1469|For a trumpet - maybe, 1469|Maybe, maybe, 1469|That the darkness shakes us, 1469|Weeping, weeping, 1469|For a trumpet 1469|That the darkness shakes us, 1469|Weeping, weeping, 1469|For a trumpet, 1469|Shall a trumpet wake us? 1469|Lift the curtains of the windows 1469|Up in the darkness, O my friends! 1469|Light the fire for the mourning, 1469|Wrap our dead within the shrouds. 1469|'Tis a day in early summer, 1469|Laden with fire-tongued wind and rain. 1469|Homes and things are in their quietude, 1469|Men and women looking up at the sky. 1469|Through the dark the city street is strung: 1469|- "Weep not, my friends, weep not! 1469|We have our fill of burning woods, 1469|We have our fill of rain and smoke. 1469|For the winter is near again, 1469|And the spring is going to come on." 1469|'Tis a day the young men and the women have set in. 1469|They have their fill of burning woods 1469|And the rain and smoke; 1469|The old, worn people with their black hair - 1469|And they are in bed. And it's time for "their last 1469|Usual before the year is out." 1469|'Tis "the end of ailing and old" 1469|In the old, worn, low-lit, quiet, quiet meadows, 1469|Where the grass is still and the firelight's low. 1469|O, the old, worn-out, lonely meadows, 1469|O, the old, worn-out meadow-land! 1469|O, the old, worn-out grass-grown stumps, 1469|And the old, worn-out fences! 1469|And you hear the slow old knocking, knocking, 1469|And the squeak of all the dogs in the neighborhood. 1469|And across the meadow the cattle come down, 1469|And you see the "stake" and the "d ======================================== SAMPLE 33740 ======================================== 24405|"And it will never be enough." And he 24405|Grew calm: "O God," he said, "it's not enough! 24405|But we'll be damned if he won't know what we need." 24405|Then he cried, "It's the gutter's end!" And he 24405|Swept down the road and killed his grief. 24405|As we went down the gap in silence 24405|My heart was sore and sore to sore, 24405|My love for love was sore. 24405|"It is too good," said love. "I'll be gone." 24405|Love's eyes were deep. 24405|As we came round the end of the hollow, 24405|"You must be very brave," he said, 24405|"For you must be dying." 24405|I saw the dark. I saw the face. 24405|And he was standing down. 24405|As we went up they bore him down 24405|The road he tried to climb. 24405|The last sign of him was on his face, 24405|He's dead in a wood. 24405|The trees had lost him: they were like 24405|A little child that's gone 24405|Out to play by himself. 24405|I kissed his cheek, and kissed his hair, 24405|"Love, what do you hear?" I said, 24405|"Out here there's nothing." 24405|He had the look of a mother's eyes, 24405|I felt for the little place 24405|Where children's feet were. And I saw 24405|How the little wood was strewn. 24405|I kissed his hands. His eyes were bright-- 24405|They held my love at last. 24405|"O Love," said he, "I'll come again. 24405|O mother, I am brave." 24405|I knew that he was found by birds, 24405|And I ran and knelt by him 24405|To greet his coming home. 24405|But here they stood, and they stood there, 24405|The white and the black, the white and black, 24405|And they turned each to each. 24405|I kissed his little hand. And his hair, 24405|And his eyes were wet. 24405|They said their prayers at the top of their lungs, 24405|And they said their prayers in theirs. 24405|And they never spoke again. 24405|I kissed the white face of Love, 24405|But I had to stop and kiss 24405|Those brown birds of the gutter. 24405|They knew not their love, 24405|For they had no eyes to see 24405|What they felt every day. 24405|They were too small to tell 24405|That it was mine to hold. 24405|And they had too far for reply 24405|To worry when she kissed. 24405|And they gave up singing. 24405|O brown birds of the gutter 24405|They kissed me so, 24405|They kissed me so, 24405|They kissed me so, 24405|They kissed me so. 24405|O black birds of the gutter, 24405|They saw not their love 24405|For all the brown day long, 24405|They would kiss if they might, 24405|And so would not. 24405|And so they went their way, 24405|And died and went to stay, 24405|And their hearts broke in two, 24405|For they had no eyes to see. 24405|"Oh, Love," she cried, 24405|"I never did love you 24405|If I had eyes to see." 24405|"O love, I never did give you, 24405|And never will give you 24405|Though I had eyes to see. 24405|_I have eyes to see_, 24405|I have eyes to see. 24405|O love, I never did know you, 24405|And so I will not say, 24405|And so will not say. 24405|_I have eyes to see_, 24405|I have eyes to see." 24405|That evening I had only eyes 24405|To see the way that she went down, 24405|But if I could see the way she came ======================================== SAMPLE 33750 ======================================== 1304|I do not love the maid I meet, 1304|I do not love the maid I see; 1304|But still I strive to be as fair, 1304|Still, still continue to be gay; 1304|For the maid that comes may change, 1304|But the maid that goes may stay. 1304|For the maid whose eyes divine 1304|First saw the sunflower bloom, 1304|When she is gone, 'tis certain she 1304|Never more shall know the sun; 1304|For the maid whose love endears 1304|Most to the Maid of Beauty's heart, 1304|When she passes on her way, 1304|By the roadside flower will be 1304|Still be dear unto that heart. 1304|For her soul I love the spring-- 1304|Spring it is, and sweet--the spring! 1304|For it knows no winters cold, 1304|Nor ever seeks for winter rain, 1304|Nor knows an ocean's roaring swell, 1304|When its green leaves are blowing tight-- 1304|But the sun of summer keeps, 1304|And the sweet flowers that sweeten spring 1304|Will not long endure with me. 1304|For the heart of man must be 1304|Gross with pain, or deaf with pain: 1304|Hurt it is, or blind to pain-- 1304|Which but hasteneth death. 1304|I, who have felt the tempest's wrath 1304|And the whirlwind's furious roll, 1304|And have seen thee, loved one, fall, 1304|Fall with all my loves below, 1304|Yet at my own need shall stay: 1304|God's blessing on thee, boy! 1304|What though I see thee wither and die, 1304|And the life, that never leaf could take, 1304|Lay waste all thy wealth and all thy power, 1304|Then, in this vengeful hour-- 1304|My boy, 'tis not for thee to mourn-- 1304|With me go hence, go hence! 1304|O, the tear shed from that open eye, 1304|When one on another's dying bed, 1304|Clinging to thee, dies-- 1304|With me go hence, go hence! 1304|O, the tear shed from those open eyes, 1304|When one on another's dying bed, 1304|Clinging to thee, dies-- 1304|With me go hence, go hence! 1304|I can see thee, by the frozen spring, 1304|And the bright-side upspringing now, 1304|Whence the wild flowers arise. 1304|Though I see thee wither and die, 1304|And the life, that never leaf could take, 1304|Lay waste all thy wealth and all thy power, 1304|Yet at this terrible hour 1304|I shall still remain, and see 1304|The flowers arise, the winds to blow, 1304|The wild flowers arise; 1304|And a thousand, withering flowers, arise! 1304|I can see thee, by the frozen spring, 1304|And the bright-side upspringing now, 1304|Whence the wild flowers arise. 1304|Thy grief I dare not question; 1304|For the grief thou hide'st from me, 1304|The grieved heart that grieves not, 1304|Is like an empty crown. 1304|And the bright-side of life is--when thou may'st: 1304|When thou may'st, be happy; 1304|But I ask'd it of thee a while ago. 1304|I can see thee by the frozen spring, 1304|And the bright-side upspringing now, 1304|Whence the wild flowers arise, 1304|Whence the wild flowers arise. 1304|I think that there, 1304|At thy breast, 1304|Are the charms 1304|That thou wilt not tell. 1304|Like a rose I touch it, 1304|But, ah, 1304|How much, it is a thorn: 1304|And it is not a rose, 1304|And not a rose, 1304|But what springs up from woe. 1304|When the bright side rises up, 1304|And thou go ======================================== SAMPLE 33760 ======================================== 17393|And now the light of his day may go down, 17393|Or he may be in the midst of some kind of fray: 17393|I like him well enough in his day of strife, 17393|But at the close of a long career, 17393|A man is at best but one round wound away, 17393|And life's a long way off. 17393|Well, there is not much to say or do 17393|While he hath his head in his hand, 17393|When at a distance the life-gift waits 17393|And a few pence of it hath fed, 17393|Which a while ago he would have quaffed, 17393|And now he shall forget. 17393|And well I know that when time's good and hard 17393|They come again: 17393|The years will come, the seasons change, 17393|And the same old meadows will be seen, 17393|Where he knew to-day, for many a year, 17393|And now he knows to-morrow. 17393|And, though at worst he must go by 17393|The old route back again, 17393|At that he will not be afraid 17393|That he came, being old and blind, 17393|And that he knew that there was less to do, 17393|And that he knew he should not need to say 17393|To that old man he'd come, "We'll be friends." 17393|And when the years have flown by, the old man 17393|Will see again the meadows green, 17393|The same old meadows be and fair, 17393|His son, the good old man, will see. 17393|I love to see him on his way, 17393|For he has a fine old face, 17393|A kind of old-world beauty in, 17393|And he is so like his boy-- 17393|I love to look at him! where, 17393|At times, the sunlight's flash has seemed 17393|To change into a shower, 17393|And to have made his way, from the dawn, 17393|Back unto the fire-- 17393|I love to see him! 17393|The old house stands on the winding strand, 17393|The gray sand gleams at the feet, 17393|The long-past shadows meet and speak, 17393|And all at once I feel the wave 17393|Come rippling up the pier 17393|And ripple, ripple, ripple through 17393|My life, until it reaches here: 17393|That wave a time I feared to die 17393|In, and a time I left I fear not to drown-- 17393|'Tis still to be safe, for still to be strong. 17393|And yet I fear to see. O, God, 17393|Is the hour near when I shall dare 17393|To reach the door and knock. 17393|To-day I did not see the sea, 17393|To-day did not meet the sky: 17393|I heard only, day by day, 17393|The waves that made it all their sport-- 17393|The waves that made so sweet a sound 17393|To breathe in--to breathe into-- 17393|To touch it--touch it--touch it again. 17393|So near am I now of the things that make life worth living, 17393|The things that give our heart-breath pleasure-- 17393|I fear to look at the things--to get as close as possible. 17393|I am not afraid--but wait: 17393|The old house stands on the winding strand, 17393|The gray sands gleam at the feet, 17393|The long-past shadows meet and speak, 17393|But all is tense and tense below-- 17393|All is tense and tense above. 17393|The old house is so near, I dare, 17393|I tremble with the current of it, 17393|But all is tense--all is tense and tense-- 17393|And all is still above: 17393|The old house stands on the winding seaward beach, 17393|The long-past shadows meet and speak, 17393|Like to the old refrain: 17393|"The storm clouds gathering in an east, 17393|All the sky darkening with a mantle gray; 17393|The sky is ======================================== SAMPLE 33770 ======================================== I do not know the thing that was 40200|But think if all the world were you! 40200|So think you did--while you knew not why, 40200|So mightily you knew not what. 40200|The world had passed to that unknown east 40200|Where the cold stars are: 40200|And you were there, and--I say no more-- 40200|You did but wish to see. 40200|What is the world to me?--and what is it to you 40200|That I should care? 40200|That we should ever look or ever look too wide 40200|On one another or the dark? 40200|That we should love or hate? and what do we care, 40200|Or if we will or cannot, now? 40200|If there were a world, 40200|It would be vast indeed between my lips and you 40200|And I could see therein! 40200|But there is no such thing, 40200|And I would only be contented with the end 40200|That the darkness brings. 40200|So I will pass. 40200|As long as I can hear, or if you could read, 40200|Let there be light 40200|So let there be light, 40200|Where all the cares and fears of life may cease, 40200|As long as I may live. 40200|Then let there be 40200|Light, and sound. 40200|For what is earth that we should care if we can die, 40200|Or if we will or cannot? 40200|All my life was in the ocean, 40200|As silent as the stars, 40200|And a green leaf was floating 40200|O'er the white foam; 40200|And I could hear the birds singing, 40200|But I did not know 40200|That the world was gone as I sailed; 40200|Yet on a day at morn, 40200|In the sky, 40200|The leaf was gone, 40200|And the birds are flying 40200|The world in motion, 40200|And their song has ceased; 40200|Yet the song on yonder shore, 40200|And the sea, 40200|Flower of all flowers, 40200|Is singing still, 40200|Singing on, singing on, 40200|Since the song is done. 40200|Singing on, singing on, 40200|Though life be sad, 40200|Though I may be alone, 40200|Though I cannot see, 40200|I hear the eternal singing, 40200|In the deep of life! 40200|In the night that is wilder than all life, 40200|In the light that is wilder than all light, 40200|I feel the world go longing after me-- 40200|The wild, strange longing of wish for me. 40200|The earth is wilder than the sea, 40200|And windier than star, 40200|And wilder than all wildness, 40200|And wilder than the wild. 40200|And if I walk for aught we know 40200|There is another wilder wild than we. 40200|But if we would walk, ah, we should know 40200|There is no other wild as ours. 40200|No one who is living knows, 40200|No one knows how wide or how cold 40200|The wings of sorrow may be blown 40200|And the heart be not true to a tear. 40200|And if sorrows were not wide and wild, 40200|How many hearts might be closer than ours. 40200|Ah, the dead! the dead! 40200|There is no room where they sleep 40200|To take them out of room; 40200|They're as deep in the darkness, 40200|As wide from the eye. 40200|The dead are lying close to their fellows, 40200|They know each other not; 40200|They have found each other in death, 40200|Where each other is one. 40200|The dead are lying far away. 40200|They do not know each other, 40200|They do not know their ages-- 40200|In the darkness they lie deep; 40200|They have found each other where they lie. 40200|The dead are dreaming; 40200|They have no memory; 40200 ======================================== SAMPLE 33780 ======================================== 34234|With some more light than others 34234|In your eyes, 34234|I would live the light! 34234|"When the sky is white"-- 34234|So the rhyme says. 34234|But if winter snow 34234|Should come like ice 34234|Across our way, 34234|And your feet should go 34234|Blindly down the road; 34234|If your little mind 34234|Should start a thought, 34234|Where,--through shining dews, 34234|--We must face it out,-- 34234|If you should go 34234|Behind us, blind, 34234|Lonely in the snow,-- 34234|With your voice so still 34234|That we hear the wistful cry-- 34234|"A day with you is not long." 34234|We will seek your words, 34234|Bruised, on the stony path, 34234|Where the words you spoke 34234|Are lost in the dust; 34234|We will seek your words, 34234|Sparely, as therewith, 34234|One dear memory of you, 34234|The red mist on your face. 34234|We shall find your face 34234|As the sun finds the flower, 34234|But the path where we went 34234|Will be hard, and cold, and worn, 34234|And bare again. 34234|We will find your words, 34234|Blunt as blood and fire, 34234|But, oh, we shall find 34234|More than blood and fire! 34234|We shall seek your words! 34234|We shall walk them through, 34234|Till we lie down in woe, 34234|And, in our sleep, forget 34234|One joy of your words, 34234|One memory of you, 34234|And one name! 34234|In the dim, green twilight of Summer 34234|I hear the bees humming there, 34234|Singing of the flowers that bloom in a row,-- 34234|My heart is weary of dreaming 34234|In the city of the summer. 34234|Now with the sun for my guide 34234|I heed not the ways of men 34234|As I sail along for a day with you; 34234|For the world that is in my breast 34234|Is full of flowers, and the stars sing 34234|Of the life of the flowers. 34234|Through the golden gates of the day 34234|When I am old and strong and free, 34234|I will pass through the gates of the dusk, 34234|To meet and pass at the end 34234|With the sun for my guide. 34234|If I could have only one, 34234|One, my lover, 34234|My soul's best weapon, 34234|I would give it only thee, 34234|I will give it only thee. 34234|My heart is heavy with pain; 34234|I cannot sleep; 34234|The morning wakens me 34234|With the breath of God. 34234|I am sick of all joys,-- 34234|I am weary 34234|Of all loves; 34234|I will weep as you would weep 34234|If I could only have two. 34234|The trees are very beautiful for you to walk through, 34234|And they stand so near 34234|That I can hear each other's voices in the woods, 34234|And the birds are singing so sweetly in the breeze 34234|That they draw my heart 34234|And all the beautiful world to kneel in their songs. 34234|The leaves are always yellow, and the birds are always gay, 34234|But my heart is heavy with pain; 34234|I cannot sleep; 34234|For the yellow leaves of the trees 34234|Are sweet to keep for your sake. 34234|You are always near in the woods,-- 34234|I must be near at all times,-- 34234|I must be near by you 34234|In the heart of the wild wood. 34234|We will make one of these little castles 34234|For one night only; 34234|I will be the Lady of the castle 34234|And you will be the Duke of Bohemia. 34234|We will sit down ======================================== SAMPLE 33790 ======================================== 19226|And I'll say, "I'm glad you're happy, you little fellow," 19226|And if, too, I may take comfort by you; 19226|And if you'll tell me no 19226|When I'm alone in the end, 19226|That I should think the more 19226|I have of happiness, 19226|Just by thinking of myself. 19226|You've the rose to thank for the kiss 19226|Which the heart gave to the soul, 19226|You have the rose for whom I pray 19226|For a kiss as you gave it, 19226|And then to the rose--why, why would you 19226|Not go and give it me? 19226|If the rose were a thing to be prized 19226|Not overmuch I may hold, 19226|And if, for your own self, it were bad 19226|To give love for love, why should I 19226|Hear you sing it, as the others do, 19226|And wish it was mine? 19226|In the long road I would not say good-bye 19226|Nor yet good-by; 19226|But a friend's address, or a friend's touch 19226|Would do me no good. 19226|I would cross the gulf that lies between 19226|My hopes and my fears, 19226|When I am weary, and when grief has 19226|A proper cure. 19226|I would see life the better for it; 19226|That is to say 19226|I would turn round and the road would be 19226|A path for me. 19226|If the road were a book of pleasant 19226|Seasons and sounds, 19226|I would search o'er, and find it a joy 19226|For myself to go on. 19226|I would not be a mere fool here 19226|Until my feet were held 19226|To the one true road, and to its gates 19226|I should never show. 19226|When from the great and glorious road 19226|We were parted at last, 19226|I did not love my love-bond more 19226|Than he who did the greatest wrong. 19226|I could think of nothing else that night 19226|By day of sorrows like to this 19226|Than I must weep that he departed 19226|And leave the future in my hands. 19226|I should never have died to make life 19226|More peaceful and all complete. 19226|No, no, to me at least was a curse, 19226|As I do now; 19226|And the more I knew God, the more did burn 19226|The fire to burn, 19226|That it must be so. 19226|But, oh, I loved you in the days 19226|When I knew He was good, 19226|And would not let Him be the fool 19226|That led a sinful life. 19226|Then he would turn to me, with kind smile, 19226|And say that He was wise, 19226|And make a right with Him by God's grace, 19226|The poor man's right. 19226|For it is written: "_Thou shalt mourn_. 19226|"_And it is written: "_The Lord hath mercy;_" 19226|That the poor man's right." 19226|He was blind to a little child's play; 19226|The little feet dashed to his feet 19226|That danced along the floor; 19226|He heard the little children sob 19226|And the cries of pain. 19226|Then the boy-god came, and with a rod 19226|He led the little child 19226|Back to the sun, that was a-swerving 19226|And was a-drifting, 19226|On its side a-dashing through the air 19226|Like a leafless tree; 19226|And the child stood up for a moment 19226|And looked at the father. 19226|Then the sun was turned back to rest, 19226|And the little children fell 19226|The knee-deep in the grass; and all 19226|In the twilight dim, 19226|'Twas very beautiful and good 19226|To see the children so. 19226|Then up and spake the tiny one, 19226|That watched ======================================== SAMPLE 33800 ======================================== 1280|And the whole world was a little bit to my satisfaction. 1280|Then, in the middle of the night, I woke. 1280|I could sleep, but I wanted something more to happen; 1280|The very next day, that night that followed night, 1280|We heard the sound of my brother's voice, 1280|I would have made a fool of him and fallen in his trap-- 1280|I would have given him a name that he would hate, 1280|And then, at the first sound of the latch of heaven, 1280|I would have killed him. 1280|But I did not have a choice. 1280|My brother, like the lion or the tiger, 1280|Strode from sight 1280|Over the hill, over the field, 1280|Over the creek, over the stream. 1280|I would have taken him and tied him to a tree, 1280|But I had a quarrel with my brother and wished to say my say. 1280|And therefore I arose and told him my fears, 1280|Told him my thought and thought out what might give relief. 1280|He only stroked me, and then we got in quarrel, 1280|Strove to beat me down, but I was too strong and could not do it. 1280|"I have learned to love you, love you, 1280|I hope, though I fear, to-morrow 1280|I may find you dead. 1280|And nevermore will you see me 1280|As of old." 1280|The girl on the shore 1280|Dropped from me her eyes 1280|To sea, and then her heart 1280|Sailed away. 1280|You are a good boy, a good boy at having the power 1280|To see through all this darkness, that seems too dense for a soul. 1280|And how can I love you? 1280|I wish I might. 1280|I'm tired of it all, all my dear friends gone, 1280|The way you went. 1280|I did not go, but this house is my home for ever. 1280|I came for this man, I have come for him; 1280|And I shall miss him much to go 1280|Back without them much the same. 1280|I cannot go back, because 1280|They have made him bitter and bitter he, 1280|For he has done this thing-- 1280|You have the right to speak. 1280|If I had known, in that hour when I heard a blow, 1280|That he was going to hurt me, I still would 1280|Have let him in the door. 1280|But there's no aid to be had, 1280|Though there must be a fight. 1280|He is too quick, and I'm too slow, 1280|I'm a coward to save him all at once. 1280|He could not hurt me, and I'm a coward to save him. 1280|He is a bad boy, he has not been good in a while, 1280|He could not get a good word out in the open, 1280|No one will let him hurt me, no one. 1280|I must do better, I must not hurt him. 1280|A man must not fight with his own mind. 1280|To try and kill him--that's the worst. 1280|I have a brother in prison, and the other 1280|Is an honest man. 1280|It seems to me there must be a chance 1280|For him to save himself now. 1280|"I can't stand it, it makes me sad!" 1280|I thought I might have had to do with it already 1280|I cannot fight with my own will, 1280|But I will help you with that. 1280|You are a bad boy, 1280|What do you do for a living? 1280|I have to do some things when I have not any, 1280|Though I can run a mile naked. 1280|I am glad you are going away. 1280|You have to take a job. 1280|Who is it asking for a job? 1280|You ask for money, and I'm just going to say 1280|It isn't working for me. 1280|The truth is I don't know anyhow, 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 33810 ======================================== 27441|And I have done it, though the man himself 27441|Knows not what he does; and though the world, 27441|Like a great mountain, on me looks with eye 27441|Severe, yet, like a lover, I am blest. 27441|So he is blest. He knows not that I know. 27441|No, the great God of Glory knows the thing. 27441|I will go hence with him. It is not long. 27441|It will be more short with me than this. 27441|Come when you come, and be not late or long, 27441|For I have been half-way with him to-day. 27441|'Tis not long that should be while you should have seen 27441|All that hath been accomplished in my love. 27441|I know not whether any should love me now. 27441|The world was always against me, this his doom; 27441|And yet he loved so well I could not fear. 27441|Come, if you will, and then tell me all you know, 27441|Though you have seen so much.' 27441|He began: 27441|'I have been in the midst of battles, 27441|And made the world my battlefield, 27441|Or ere I came was worth the world.' 27441|'Ah!' said my mother, 'think of these two years 27441|You wasted with a father's expense; 27441|And there was always something wrong in him. 27441|Your brother and I made an end of it; 27441|But he had many and she had none. 27441|I have been in the midst of wars, my son. 27441|And what I have seen of wounds and tears 27441|Has brought me to a better humour. 27441|I see no more the man I used to know 27441|Then one long year. But say, do you recall 27441|He had such pride of growing tobacco, 27441|He left his father's house just as he came? 27441|I never knew him that I speak so clearly: 27441|And yet it pains me to recall it. 27441|I shall be glad to know what you remember-- 27441|'The same, and you have heard it from the Nurse? 27441|And he was so polite to me that I remember 27441|His father-in-law never showed the child up. 27441|He said he thought the boy had very long legs. 27441|We made him like the long-legged girl with golden curl, 27441|And he made him like the little maid that always cries. 27441|And he said that he had many friends on earth 27441|But he had one friend in heaven, I am told, 27441|In a shape that he could look upon; 27441|Was the child's angel, and that friend was France. 27441|And this is all he told you. I say that now, 27441|'Twere easy to be cross about now, my son.' 27441|So he left us, and came to France, and we were not sorry 27441|That he came there, because we thought it good 27441|To see the dear people of a little country. 27441|And I remember one day the old lady 27441|Stood by me, in all her old attire, 27441|I forget which cloth, for a long while, 27441|She wore; but I remember a long gown, 27441|White at the waist, and brown with ribbons tied. 27441|A maid was passing by the way, 27441|And I said: 'Are you going to marry me?' 27441|And she answered 'No, my child.' I said, 27441|'I cannot refuse to ask.' So we went 27441|To the house where the old folks kept their store. 27441|And I never saw a fairer maid 27441|Of any age, since the time of man. 27441|She never smiled; she never spoke; 27441|And I think she was too frightened to speak. 27441|But I knew she was not of the kind 27441|Which comes down from blood like mine to be. 27441|The world was passing by. 27441|'And what would you have me be? 27441|You are a pretty little maid, to tell the truth,' 27441|Said I, and she made no answer, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 33820 ======================================== 1568|Tum, tuam, tuam . . . and the night grows cold. 1568|And this same voice 1568|Came on a summer day, and seemed to say: 1568|"It is the time for my return; it is time." 1568|When first I came upon you, 1568|Little Flower, 1568|I saw but small change 1568|To this my garden; and in your Time 1568|I bring 1568|Dew of an age of good and great deeds 1568|And flowers and music, 1568|A scent of the olden rain 1568|Of the heart of England, 1568|A kiss to warm the tongue from a kiss. 1568|How the old memories rise, 1568|Till the strong young years have grown 1568|Like old-time flowers in the sun, 1568|And like new flowers take root, 1568|And all old summers give way to one. 1568|For there is nought changing in this earth 1568|But change from morn to even, 1568|And even to sabbath-breaking day, 1568|And the old voices, clear and strong, 1568|Recalling the old days we loved, 1568|Are we our old selves again, 1568|Holding this garden flower-by-flower, 1568|And all old voices we loved 1568|Cannot melt us like the snow. 1568|So each life looks out on the past, 1568|The days of the sweet long ago, 1568|And is full of tears and the old old pain, 1568|And the old faces look up to the new. 1568|Then I see the old faces smile, 1568|And then through tears I see the new, 1568|In a quiet way, 1568|With a clear clear head and heart. 1568|The great white years, the years of toil, 1568|The great, long, white years, 1568|The sweet great music of the years, 1568|The great, long, white years - 1568|Are they not with us as the wings 1568|Of some one white and shining bird 1568|Across the silent hours of night 1568|To greet the dark hour's close? 1568|Are not we the hours, now past, 1568|The hours of toil and strife and need, 1568|The hours of that great white bird, 1568|The great, long, white years. 1568|For the great birds do not bring 1568|The past back to the great white bird; 1568|But we that know them, and adore, 1568|We are the great, long white years. 1568|It is not that the garden 1568|Has not the same sweet flowers 1568|We used to love, once by our side; 1568|But the great wings in us 1568|Only reach that garden. 1568|And now, as in a window, 1568|How the new light is veiled 1568|And a great loss of light descends! 1568|The past is here, no more to rise; 1568|The morning-flowers and sweet birds 1568|Lie stretched on the hushed grass. 1568|But the great wings of light and love 1568|Are the dark wings of the old years. 1568|To-day there's one; one flower, 1568|But the great, long, white wings, 1568|The great, long, white wings that are 1568|Upraised to their high renown, 1568|Are the great wings of joy and love 1568|For the brave old wings of peace, 1568|And the great, long white years. 1568|They have changed the light of the world and the world's heart; 1568|They, the great birds, are gone, all but the bird to save. 1568|For the heart of man--in the night and the night-time, 1568|When hope and remorse and care are his friends, 1568|There is not a thing at all that he does not understand, 1568|For the eagle, the songster, and the world-bird dwell 1568|Round the same shelter under one roof; 1568|They are all but in secret alone. 1568|They are all but hidden in you, for your eyes are all that 1568|Have been ======================================== SAMPLE 33830 ======================================== 615|I, for myself, had in the world no place. 615|That here, though free, in free-will I had made 615|Tending to some one of my lord's esteem, 615|With promise of his coming back again, 615|And to pursue me forthwith to my care, 615|And of his aid in combat in the field, 615|My husband and that lady I foregoe. 615|Now I am slain; I, of my lord slain, 615|To heaven averse, am to the demon's power 615|A woman, for I suffer him to be 615|A man no longer, through her cowardice. 615|When he of all a tyrant is of right! 615|She in her faith and honour dies, I trow. 615|I, who am dead, shall not, when I can, 615|By force of arms, my lord endure, nor yield 615|To such a monster whom he deems no foe, 615|To die without my grandsire at my side, 615|When I am gone a prey unto his power." 615|She, of her lord, that other said, was hight, 615|As she for the other, as the lady said, 615|Which to have kept, or to have slain, was best. 615|-- A widow, in whose husband her fell breath 615|Waxed, and whose death the king's jealousy bred, 615|Was the good knight: the other, in whose life 615|She first in danger met her loss and loss 615|Saw with more care, as it was more her fate, 615|To save herself; and that of her own free will, 615|And of her own accord to him was said, 615|Not in the king's name: she for an unknown wight, 615|Had slain him; for her lover, in that name 615|She kept herself. But that, and other twain 615|Who were the two last men alive, had perished, 615|The others all by flight of these had died 615|In prison pent, on the bank of that vast stream 615|From which, by sea, the river, whose bottom rolled 615|Back into the sea amid the waves, is forced 615|From high mountain-top to lower hoary ridge; 615|And the first passage to the prison made 615|Which on that bank can be discerned: on this 615|The fatal mountain is to sea exposed, 615|Which for the rest is hidden from the sight. 615|There had their prison been, but that the King 615|Hindered its opening, in that he would make 615|Thence to behold his kingdom's liberty, 615|And that to find it there in such a place, 615|He and his subjects' hands were now at ease. 615|But that, which will this space my speech prolong, 615|I need not rehearse, if I (said the wight) 615|With some of those, will force the passage through, 615|With which their cell is overlaid, and dight. 615|Here would I, the rest should here have been, 615|Who, to remove the load which impetuous Fate 615|Puts on, were imprisoned by that damsel dear 615|To one of other fortunes, by no mean. 615|But, as I said, as he of her had won 615|Part of the death, she to him the rest would give; 615|And with a grateful blush would give the one, 615|And she to him that would from him retreat. 615|Now that, by cruel Fate, not he could save 615|The other, they now in prison were placed; 615|Because to him, and by his favour known, 615|Had been conveyed from sea to sea; nor aught 615|Had been gained by him on board, as he thought, 615|Till she, of her so little great before, 615|Had borne the corpse of her own husband dead. 615|The king, with whatsoe'er he thought was best, 615|To his lady to such counsel gave command, 615|That she him should open in this place 615|A passage, and with her this life divide. 615|"This was the wise and goodly answer given 615|By my good father, while he was alive; 615|"But, that we all who now are living may 615|As well your prisoned brothers' plighted claim 615|Be thankful to, which so well shall please, ======================================== SAMPLE 33840 ======================================== 1002|And my own heart that in me is 1002|Has not yet awake, save it be heard 1002|A little. 1002|I see at foot of the stairway's tread 1002|A form like that which I have been about, 1002|But in what place it is I dream. 1002|My senses are all confused, and therefore 1002|My will is backward going, and I ask 1002|What room I shall take me to at this moment. 1002|Herein myself I vanish out of sight, 1002|And vanish that which of thee is near me; 1002|Therefore look thou, and it returns as fast. 1002|In the world there is no place so quiet 1002|As the tenth magnitude, whoso is disturbed 1002|Up to its summit by a destructive wind. 1002|That which harms is middling, and that which heals, 1002|And which in lawd makes all things good. 1002|There, ye, who rained down unto my words, 1002|Shall be more cautious of your falling, 1002|Lest in tenth magnitude we perforce fall." 1002|Even as he said, he left me in full haste, 1002|Blinded by the wondrous splendor of his coming. 1002|The realm of peace, which was before me now, 1002|Revealed itself to me in bright accord 1002|Under the aspect of the rock encased in 1002|By Avilion, and seemed all silent; whereon 1002|My mind, that in itself alone had thought 1002|Of going onward, held its way according 1002|To the new thought which entered in my heart. 1002|"O Tiresias, horses of the silver whit, 1002|What dost thou here, in such affright? From the foot 1002|On either hand let there be ten such headlights; 1002|Let there be ten meeters of the footfall 1002|Of the moon, so that each safely unto the place 1002|Where is the first torrid, ten towards the shadow. 1002|Let there be lights so that the blind Aruns there 1002|May find his way, and on the other side 1002|Trinacrian Dolopes arm into the light. 1002|Ere yet to-morrow brings the day of blessing, 1002|With the first people on its way make haste; 1002|For with so great affliction one treads 1002|The other's way, that one will find it hard." 1002|The speech of that great sinner, unto mine eyes 1002|Breaking the spell, did not hide from them the point 1002|Whose signification I had prayed to hide. 1002|Then, as in reading a clear and shining mirror 1002|We note persons at whose eyes the river4|Aqua minax is crossed, or this 1002|Or that, is mounted on Thamis bygilisks, 1002|Discoverers of new worlds, erewhile note would mark 1002|If they were wings or feet; thus he with gesture 1002|And signs inflected spoke, when I understood 1002|That he our outward form pointed towards the joys 1002|Whereby to us he trusted. 1002|Then with outstretched arms 1002|Thou mad'st the fair moon shade me, 1002|And scorching midday didst make me seem 1002|As grass that scorches under suns that burn. 1002|Thou didst increase my weariness with thy words, 1002|And saidst: "Now wait unto my pleasure, and 1002|My song endure until the morrow be." 1002|Even as a bird, that overnight for shelter flies, 1002|If to approach more safely she doth choose o'er, 1002|By bidding multiplies the swiftness of her wings, 1002|So I, at the bidding of thy pleasure, winged 1002|Upward into the highest heaven's recess, 1002|And almost reached thee, when I saw the circuit 1002|Ere to the limit of a single sleep. 1002|Yet not so far, see, is the heav'n its brow 1002|All bathed by contemplation, as the limit 1002|Is bathed in contemplation; therefore if aught 1002|Disturb thy rest, that little can it amount, 1002 ======================================== SAMPLE 33850 ======================================== 3160|(So long I'd kept the matter hidden - I 3160|Should give no cause for shame)--this day he goes 3160|To seek the gold (and pay the forfeit too), 3160|And leaves his faithful wife, an honest maid, 3160|To face the dangers of the raging floods: 3160|She far shall lead the life of naked pride, 3160|Or toying wit or learning's toil rewarded; 3160|Her mind, well trained to moral learning, warm 3160|With lively sympathy, and pure desire: 3160|Thus, to enjoy and be enjoyed, she seeks 3160|Each grace of home, and every gracious sign. 3160|"This in my breast unites, and in my soul 3160|Rejoices to urge the race I choose to run: 3160|But who shall be her guard against the flood, 3160|How guard he? who had the power to hold the way? 3160|Nor man nor woman can such charms command, 3160|That, as they gaze they sink in guilty joy; 3160|But I, the first, the chosen of the throng, 3160|With prayer-offerings ask to share their bower: 3160|He leaves the house: he fears the rifted rocks, 3160|And looks in vain for rocks to halt the waves. 3160|E'en when the waves the living cliffs o'erwhelm, 3160|The rest, above, the vaulted skies receives; 3160|'Tis there the gentle goddess, by the voice 3160|Of nature's mighty maenad, impels her way, 3160|And mounts the hill, and leaves the vale below." 3160|Whom answer'd thus the son's undoer, shame: 3160|"Then be thy prayers, ungranted, yet sincere! 3160|And may I join thy faithful band, in arms, 3160|To share the horrors of the stormy deeps, 3160|To serve, and save, thy sacred fame in vain! 3160|To me, O king! an honourable guest, 3160|(For thou art great) thou bring'st me as dear as thou hast kept." 3160|"Forbear, (the prince replied); a generous soul 3160|(Though with the lash of age) thou hast not scorned: 3160|My wife, my son, my wealth, and realm are hers, 3160|And these all to thee shall be a grateful trust." 3160|Then in bold words the bard began to move, 3160|"And shall we then our faithful refuge grieve? 3160|The flood that fills, and fills the hollow lands, 3160|Still may the flood of time and crowding waves, 3160|In swift progression, spread their awful scene." 3160|From thus the poet shook with angry pain 3160|The heart within him, and the soul around; 3160|"Loose at thy will the river's ever-changing flow, 3160|And let the torrent's wild destructive force 3160|(The flood that claims its name) our lives divide!" 3160|Then, with a look, the hero thus replies: 3160|"Ye lords of earth, beware, ye nations round; 3160|Beware, ye kings! and guard, nor leave me free." 3160|He then in turn his voice distils to heaven: 3160|"Ye nations, earth-born, all-conquering powers! 3160|Ye mighty kings! and ye, well-gifted train! 3160|Be mindful never of the tyrant's guilt! 3160|But let the good and just enjoy the skies, 3160|For 'twere a terrible outrage on the earth, 3160|For what king's son would dare to move too far, 3160|Averse from nature's gentle laws and pure?" 3160|The grateful chiefs with eager haste arose, 3160|And the loud praise of every god address'd. 3160|The poet then, on every side dismay'd, 3160|Forgets the king, and in some secret place. 3160|With the new moon beclouded over go, 3160|And in dark temples sunk the weary day. 3160|"Now with these eyes I close with bliss!" he cries; 3160|"To other days forget the sorrowings, 3160|And share the joys that heaven has yet to plan! 3160| ======================================== SAMPLE 33860 ======================================== 16452|Ascending thence all Troy he took away, 16452|Bearing back his life by a death-bed appaid 16452|Through the Cretan shores; nor from thence could he 16452|By any other reach the land of Troy. 16452|There he, all the long night, with toils on toil 16452|Ascended till he came to Pherae, the seat 16452|Of his descent, where, of the fleet he heard 16452|The funeral music all. There in their ship 16452|Himself he found Ulysses, with his dead 16452|Folded around his neck; with him he was 16452|Himself accompanied by Eurymachus, 16452|His servant; they together went ashore, 16452|And on the sands found an evening meal supplied. 16452|There also he his father followed, who 16452|Had with Ulysses long resided remote; 16452|For in the host Apisaon had commanded 16452|The rest to seek the coasts of distant Scythia. 16452|The hero, at Eurymachus's command, 16452|Next to Pheræ moved, where the Cephisican springs, 16452|Which never, but in very kindest sort 16452|Maintain the spring, and by the waters' aid 16452|Are always supplied at its expence; 16452|There, after many a march hither, he 16452|His father on the mountains' summit sought, 16452|On Mount Ida, and his son beside. 16452|Meantime, the heralds, heralds issuing forth, 16452|Told every one from that illustrious fleet 16452|His coming thence, and to their sovereign's tent, 16452|That from the fleet he might proclaim their chief 16452|Arcesilaus. As when from far, in Spain 16452|Or Arno, Ocean's sons the waters sweep 16452|Out of the south; a storm that sweeps them all 16452|Wide as an ocean, drives the billows wild 16452|To many shores, and all their waves the sterns 16452|Muzzle beneath their tails, till, at the utmost 16452|Uprose them, nor they the force nor the blow 16452|Hastening receive, which, with the wave, the sea 16452|Before him bears away his royal brother! 16452|But him, the swiftest of the rapid fleet 16452|(For fleetest of all was he), his ancient home 16452|Still long to him, his father yet so dear, 16452|Pallas sent her messenger, whose friendly words 16452|Drew the prudent son to Pheræ again. 16452|Her father's spirit in Achilles' breast 16452|Swayed that warrior, and at tidings quick 16452|He went, his comrades, to their presence there. 16452|Then went the charioteer with a foot 16452|Fast in his seat behind the yoke, and drew 16452|Between the pliant yokes which seated they. 16452|But him in arms the son of Nestor kept, 16452|Patroclus, son of Neleus, whom he slain. 16452|Then had the gates of Pherae been burst, 16452|With all that ever-melting dust and heat 16452|That from the gates his rapid steeds had rent, 16452|Uprise and vigor lost; so great a shock 16452|Had the Achaians, to the chariots drawn, 16452|Felt at their front, or at their rear, or at every part. 16452|But Nestor thus, the prudent son of Neleus. 16452|Antheus, son of Menoetes, is asleep 16452|Of noble Diomede; him be he wroth 16452|Or fain (such was Ægis-like) who longs 16452|To make him suffer some martyrdom most brave. 16452|Then to the horses went brave Diomede, 16452|The warrior Nestor; both had sought of late 16452|The fight, but he, the son of Atreus, slept 16452|And now slept not, but sitting on his throne, 16452|Gazed on his fields the distant battle far, 16452|Wondering the sons of Greece of every land 16452|And every hero. Nor did swift of foot 16452| ======================================== SAMPLE 33870 ======================================== 1054|Gran I gat, an' my fiddle gaed, 1054|A lads an' a lasses laff; 1054|Sae whang the lads did bide, 1054|Wi' ae kiss, o' gude red goud. 1054|Sae maudlin the lasses laff, 1054|The creed was weel awa', 1054|And the lads wi' gude gude cheer, 1054|Wi' that a' nae gude deed. 1054|But the lasses did gaire, 1054|An' the wee dogs wi' ae head; 1054|I sat them awa' frae e'en, 1054|For there was naething to do. 1054|O, there is na a thing mair 1054|Lang Berwick to Fort William, 1054|That is ne'er seen yird, 1054|For that fair harn, ye ken, 1054|An' the red scarlet cap. 1054|That is wee, wee, wee by-e'en, 1054|An' a' the bonny buns, 1054|An' the bonny, bonny buns. 1054|This bonny, bonny, bonny buns, 1054|An' the bonny, bonny buns. 1054|There's mair lang ye ken me, 1054|An' more lang then ye ken me, 1054|That the red harn bide; 1054|But aye the braid is by him, 1054|It's fra the red harn bide. 1054|Cov'ners, cov'ers, i' the meen, 1054|An' a wee bit o' fow! 1054|But aye the bonny, bonny buns, 1054|An' the bonny, bonny buns! 1054|An' the bonny, bonny buns. 1054|The hag's dancing place, 1054|An' in it the hag's jade; 1054|There a' the kin ye win' han'! 1054|There's ae, ae, ae ye will. 1054|It's a'er the lass wi' gowans in her hair, 1054|Or the gay, the bonny, the gay lass; 1054|The hag wha is bonnie and luve-like, 1054|Is a' the kind that we want. 1054|The hag wha maun do the jousting, 1054|An' will do nae mair; 1054|But aye the warl's amang us, 1054|There's ae, ae, ae ye will. 1054|She's ae lovely, lovely lass, 1054|That the hag can ca'; 1054|And there's naebody can do her ja 1054|And a wee, wee thing frae it. 1054|A heart-sell'd, a heart-gored man, 1054|He fought for his luve, 1054|And what his lassie would fash to his grace, 1054|Was the deil he could do. 1054|It's baith love and faith sae dear, 1054|That sae we a' can spend: 1054|And a' the kye that can buy, 1054|Is aye the thochts o' my dearie. 1054|It's baith to love, and a' the folk that aye we can know; 1054|The whiles the whiles we fash to the folk we can see: 1054|Ye nivver get nane the joys o' my dearie. 1054|O wha will sowrow the strae? 1054|Will they roll oot theire own? 1054|Or will they sowrow the strae? 1054|I wad na run awa' for a' my care, 1054|A' that it were the strae. 1054|But we have ane that's bred me, 1054|That's bred me by ane that's bred me; 1054|And we will have, though our fads be but a blink, 1054|His braw step, his braw bree, 1054| ======================================== SAMPLE 33880 ======================================== 25340] 25340|I wish the King was dead, for I'm grown much worse with the King.] 25340|And by the holy _Rome_ I swear, by that _Mildura_ near me, 25340|By that _Rome's_ walls I'll keep her safe, and her King, and her poor son. 25340|By the God who is my Father, we two have suffered much; 25340|I have lived, have struggled long, have suffered much and been poor. 25340|We have mourned thee, our _mother_, by the well in the East, 25340|On the green bank by the _silent brook_. 25340|We have mourned thee, our _babes_, by the old church door. 25340|And the child is the bird of the spirit in summer time, 25340|And the soul of a soul in winter. 25340|Where the white stars of evening smile 25340|Like lovers to the last on thee. 25340|Where thine eyes are cold and dim to see-- 25340|Thyself but their mirrored light, 25340|Thine own shape like a ghost on high, 25340|With no life but a shadow on the dark, 25340|Shedding a shadow on the dark: 25340|Come to me, love! 25340|Thy feet are on the rocks of Time,[df] 25340|Thy heart to thy life's long solitude. 25340|Come to me, love! 25340|I hold thy hands upon my brow to-night, and tell thee that it is 25340|In the evening, as I lie alone, 25340|When the night-wind begins to blow, 25340|I find thee in my musing mood; 25340|And I pray thee kindly, sweet Love, 25340|In a whisper to my Sleep, 25340|Tell her that I am here to stay 25340|And never leave thy door. 25340|O, my love, and I are weary now, 25340|As the long night goes; 25340|Time slips away on the tide like sand, 25340|As it swells from the west away; 25340|And the sun from his golden throne 25340|Still to the west-wind's blue 25340|Gives the glory that the stars give 25340|To the world's sleep to-day. 25340|O let her stay where the moonlight falls,[eg]-- 25340|And I love the moonlight and the stars so much, if she will but give me 25340|Then let her sit upon my stony seat, till Death shall draw her from 25340|thy presence, O sweet Love! 25340|Then let her look upon my snowy sward, till my tears shall fill mine eyes 25340|O let her hear my weeping,--all the noise of the world is all aghast, 25340|And all that was said by the tongue that lies in her ears, will be 25340|That I have loved her well, and won her all my heart desired or sought, 25340|O let her think that thy heart is mine, and thy thoughts are more than her; 25340|Let her be true till the world grows to a world of her own, and 25340|Then let her go away to the land of my Father, all her life 25340|The day is cold and the night is bright on the hill, the bird sings 25340|Singing as it passes, 25340|Ah! can you hear its call? 25340|It speaks of love, of thee, O mine own, 25340|It speaks like a song, and moves as one 25340|That loves and sings with truth. 25340|From the tree whose trunk were flowers, and the tree whose boughs were leaves, 25340|Let it say to me, 25340|When I am gone, and my loved ones are gone, 25340|'They were all lovely things.' 25340|For a thousand hours that word hath watied me 25340|To my heart, and its echo fills my sleep, 25340|And, like the birds, hath been a singer true 25340|Though its voice be soft, and its touch be cold. 25340|_The Nightingale, which sings all night for love, 25340|And dies among the roses where she treads the trees, 25340|When her song grows weary, and her love grows cold._ 25340 ======================================== SAMPLE 33890 ======================================== I will go, and there is no longer one between us; 23972|You will go forth and my father to help will be; 23972|I will go forth and it's all of me to him. 23972|For there is no other choice between us, 23972|Then I'd rather go forth and my father to help 23972|And to help my mother to comfort her, 23972|Than go through life with a father so true." 23972|We went into the house at the end of the plain, 23972|A-walking in silence, for there was no one there. 23972|"Who's there?" I asked, fearfully; none answered a word, 23972|Only the wind and the house and the wind and the wind. 23972|For the house and the wind in the whole of the way 23972|Were never a word to each other, but only a sound. 23972|"Whom have you got there?" 23972|"Whose house has that door?" 23972|"Is it shut to you?" 23972|"There is a way through it, and it is not unknown." 23972|"The way is long, the way is bright, and the winding road. 23972|How long may I stay?" 23972|"You can not: but there is a home for you." 23972|"But I have found out a way!" 23972|"But there is a home for both of you!" 23972|"But there is a way through it, and there is no one here." 23972|"But none of these things are seen or heard by me, 23972|Only by you and me." 23972|"But you can never come back!" 23972|"But I have lived with God, as he lives with all men." 23972|"But there is a home for both of you!" 23972|"But there is a way through it, and there is no one here." 23972|Then he let me go, and turned and turned up the way; 23972|"But don't be angry, Little one, don't be angry now." 23972|I saw his face and heard his voice, and was afraid. 23972|"Who's going that way?"--a child could speak so good. 23972|But the wind blew in and the stars were crying all night; 23972|"Who's going that way?" said the wind. 23972|And the road, "Who's going that way?" 23972|And the moon, "Who's going that way!" 23972|And the moon cried out night and morning, one by one. 23972|"Who's going that way?" said the wind. 23972|Oh, the little one with the dear little face. 23972|It was like burning dew, or like a baby's light, 23972|Or burning lilies, or the light of a star. 23972|"Who's going that way?" said the wind. 23972|As he drew near he smiled, with his mouth a-glare, 23972|And with his little hands did say, I have no choice, 23972|I must have lived in vain, for I cannot live now. 23972|"Do not go, my little one, do not go: 23972|Come softly, look not so angrily on me; 23972|I love you--know I do--and that is clear-- 23972|If you should go I shall go with you now. 23972|"When I meet you in the world you must not turn 23972|To hide your shame, but look as a good child will-- 23972|It will be strange to see you so ashamed." 23972|I turned in my little bed, and there his face I saw, 23972|I had not been there, but all the world was seen in me. 23972|And he said to me, "Then you were born as well in sin." 23972|I said "No, I live here, he did not tell the truth." 23972|As I went to my grave I could hear the bells at home; 23972|But I did not sleep one sweet dream, as I should have done,-- 23972|I took no rest when the time was come, but I did not care. 23972|I never did believe my own eyes, and yet there they were-- 23972|As black as a pit, and as clear as a bell. 23972|I never was with my people, nor did ======================================== SAMPLE 33900 ======================================== 18238|Or like the way the night wind goes, 18238|Darting in on a moon or two, 18238|And leaving, like some spectral star, 18238|A ghostly trail behind it. 18238|So let us trust, who tell us all, 18238|The ways of the world are good; 18238|The night's a way to bid good-night 18238|To darkness for an hour. 18238|'Twas an old-time trick 18238|An' a nice new trick 18238|Is the way the white man rolls! 18238|It makes him look like gold; 18238|An' when 'ud he rolls, 'is moccasins go snap! 18238|Ain't gold no stoushin' 18238|At all to 'ighly laid; 18238|You can 'aven't got gold-dust 18238|Without white folks in your hair. 18238|Nailed straight to the grain 18238|'Oo never knew fail; 18238|'Oo bends 'er cap at the last hold 18238|An' looks like fun. 18238|The 'orse is curb'd-- 18238|'Ous is the least we could do, 18238|'Oo's the first to admit it. 18238|'Oo does 'oo can see 18238|The reason why 18238|'Oo's the first to go? 18238|We'se 'ave to learn the trade o' 'appy folks! 18238|'Ot suits the white man best; 18238|We'se 'ave to learn to go 18238|Or else we're bound to rot. 18238|'Oo's the best o' breeds 18238|When they 'ave to quit; 18238|An' they must 'ave to go. 18238|The mule an' fiddle 18238|Are still the black man's pride; 18238|'Oswines 'ave to learn to play! 18238|An' they must not stay! 18238|It's odd they'se stay, 18238|But no one knows why. 18238|'Oswines knows they're best! 18238|If a white lad quit, 18238|'Oo turns them out! 18238|An' they must! 18238|An' they must, 18238|Or they'll learn to rot! 18238|'Ole Missi is a young woman 18238|That lives in the back o' a shed; 18238|She's got a sweet little lad o' five, 18238|And a little, little loaf o' bread. 18238|She smiles through her tears, 18238|For she knows she's young an' good; 18238|She's got him in 'is eye, 18238|'Ere 'e gits up to eat. 18238|"Ole Missi is a young woman," 18238|The old owl croaked through the window. 18238|"'Ow do they know ole Missi!" 18238|The old owl croaked. 18238|"But, Jim, why go owt?" 18238|"You can put a lock on her ain hopper!" 18238|Jim, through the crack in the window, 18238|Crept in an' found the old owl croaking. 18238|"O owt, owt, owt! 18238|There, there," he laughed; "I can't see her eye!" 18238|'E's got a little loaf o' bread an' a sealy can; 18238|'E's got a big black 'orse o' brass. 18238|'E's got the black man's ways, an' a big black 'ouse; 18238|'E never does no wrong. 18238|Ain't no use asin' 'ow he do it-- 18238|Ain't no use asin' him a-'ow! 18238|_Missi's Plots_ 18238|There came a knock at the door on the morrow, 18238|On the mornin' sweet o' God was be'ind her, 18238|A blue bowl of gude fresh water. 18238|She got the brungers out o' the can, 18238|An' the meat too, I ween, an' the pie, too; 18238|The cake she'd made ======================================== SAMPLE 33910 ======================================== 1287|O' the wind. 1287|But the great one never dares come near! 1287|O dear mother. 1287|What ails thee, mother? 1287|Mournfully, 1287|How it feels in mine head, 1287|With my poor blood full-blown, 1287|And the tears on my cheeks! 1287|Oh, my mother! 1287|Wast thou in thy tears, mother? 1287|Mournfully, 1287|How it feels in mine heart, 1287|In my heart full-blown for thee? 1287|Oh, my mother! 1287|Why, it does not go to waste, 1287|O dear mother! 1287|And my mind with joy is filled, 1287|That my dearest one's near. 1287|Ah, my mother! 1287|Wast thou in thy tears, mother? 1287|What, it makes me so glad! 1287|How my dearest one is near 1287|When my dearest one is near! 1287|I and my boy and my girl 1287|Have our home, and all things're well; 1287|But the dearest one--thou canst not see: 1287|And it is so. 1287|She, my child, my darling maid, 1287|She who is my dearest! 1287|She, who is my only love, 1287|She to me she dear! 1287|Afar, in her bower is she 1287|All alone, I'm sure; 1287|And I cannot come to woo, 1287|As I thought to do. 1287|Away, away! the tree is near 1287|To the wild wood bower; 1287|It hides the head we love best, 1287|Afar, far away. 1287|O, and near, away, and away too, 1287|As the wind raves away! 1287|And so they are away, away, away 1287|As the wild winds fly. 1287|They've been to my bower to see, 1287|And they'll be back to-morrow; 1287|How far then, my dear, from me, 1287|You see not very far. 1287|O dearest of friends, I love thee dearly, 1287|My darling, my darling! 1287|And yet, for sheer love, in all my life, 1287|I've never loved thee. 1287|I knew this, and was rather sad,-- 1287|But still that I do love thee,-- 1287|And I'm not sorry and I'll forgive both you, 1287|For this I know: 1287|I've loved thee fondly enough, and longed for thee, 1287|Thy life, my darling! 1287|And now, in parting, I'll love no more, 1287|Thy life, my darling! 1287|Thy life, my life, my sweet-lipped child, 1287|Afar, away, away, 1287|And I'll forgive yourself, and see you never, 1287|As you please! 1287|And if I come to love again, 1287|If you love too, on! 1287|Come, thou, my only friend, my darling, come, 1287|My child, my only child! 1287|And if, indeed, thou ever sayest a word, 1287|And thinkest--yet--"My life's 1287|All thine, and mine, and each of ours be the love, 1287|Which thou dost know! 1287|I love thee--yes, I love thee; 1287|My friend, my dearest, then-- 1287|I love thee dearly!"--then-- 1287|This is the love I send my friend. 1287|Dear heart, I love thee. 1287|Love, I say, I love thee, my beloved! 1287|And will love you, too-- 1287|With all my heart and mind! 1287|Then, oh! then, I'll love no more, 1287|If ever I see the sun again, 1287|Or hear his call; 1287|And, dear heart, I'll forgive you and see you 1287|No more. 1287|Away ======================================== SAMPLE 33920 ======================================== 13086|And never yet can be so happy 13086|There. 13086|The wind was overspread with green, 13086|And the soft rain poured upon her, 13086|As she stood upon the grass. 13086|The grass was golden-yellow 13086|With the golden rain; 13086|While the rain-drops, the dew-drops, poured with a steady flow. 13086|A bright and lovely maiden, 13086|With a kiss for him, 13086|She kissed her lover's face as he crouched by her side. 13086|The rain fell thick and fast; 13086|The leaves grew heavy and less abundant, 13086|Which concealed the fair form 13086|Which the sweet maiden wore, 13086|While she kissed the youth's 13086|Naked face, in a dusky, watery glistening shroud. 13086|The rain fell fast and thick; 13086|The flowers withered in the wind's fierce jaws; 13086|The birds left their nests, and every living thing 13086|Sunk down in a swoon, 13086|While the lovely maiden, 13086|Prayed for the youth, for she so loved him, 13086|And would suffer all things to him suffer to love him. 13086|Then the leaves dropped off; 13086|The flowers withered everywhere, 13086|And the birds fled in haste, 13086|And all things to a wilderness went. 13086|But the maiden 13086|Loved him, and would suffer nothing, 13086|With the tears and prayers of a virgin virgin, 13086|To spare him his bride. 13086|Away, away, down the hillside, 13086|From the window of an old cave, 13086|There's a face out of the water 13086|That looks at you when you're here: 13086|You must think me unkind 13086|That I should look at you 13086|With such a look of coldness; 13086|But the face at my window 13086|Looks at you with a smile. 13086|That you never can tell 13086|Is the reason that old women 13086|Dare not look at you here: 13086|The smile on the chin of one 13086|Is a cold and look ing lustily 13086|At all of us down here. 13086|And the old people in their cresses 13086|Never could look plain. 13086|The wind at the top of the hill 13086|Comes from the south; the light rains are falling; 13086|The wild leaves, a-flinging all over 13086|The fields, are a-blowing in April, 13086|When the sun makes a little ashire 13086|In every hill and hollow. 13086|And I, the traveller, now in this place, 13086|That I was once in the valley and forest, 13086|Is gazing at the old face and smiling. 13086|What can be more strange than this, 13086|These things that we call children? 13086|When you were up the valley 13086|By the river of Paradise, 13086|In the kingdom of God; 13086|Was not your face sad? 13086|What can be more beautiful 13086|Than the sad face now grown old, 13086|Though the valley and forest are changed to trees? 13086|And is it not a joy to dream 13086|Of the bright past, and wish once more 13086|Some good luck would come to you 13086|Out of sadness and suffering? 13086|Oh, what a joy, and what an answer, 13086|What a joy the wild-woods give, 13086|When I tell them I love you 13086|So much, and then a song. 13086|This little girl's playing alone 13086|In the meadow by the brook; 13086|The lad has taken the child 13086|Upon his arm to feel. 13086|I wish to hear what young people think of her, 13086|For she is just so fair and good; 13086|Her hair is raven black, her cheeks are red; 13086|Her eyes are blue, and there's a pin in her chin. 13086|Ah! what a lovely face is she, 13086|And what a pleasing limb is she! 13086| ======================================== SAMPLE 33930 ======================================== 1304|But oh! when the soul that once had felt 1304|The weight of Love's unhappy yoke, 1304|Lies down beneath Love's curse, 1304|And tears are streaming fast, 1304|And pain and sorrow at her hest, 1304|Her hand that once had brushed his hair 1304|Knows not the weight of all life's cares, 1304|Nor ever may the soul forget 1304|That she who brushed his hair 1304|Knows not of all this mournful woe 1304|But only that her hair was gray. 1304|The day's delights, the evening's rest 1304|That ease in sleep the work of death, 1304|The birds that love to tune their lay 1304|That sing the morn in sweet content, 1304|All these, O soul, are not for thee: 1304|Thy path is not without storm and strife, 1304|Nor without toil and danger, none, 1304|For always thou wouldst be alone 1304|With Him, thou lone soul on mountain-heath! 1304|I HAVE been much, Love, on 1304|The mountain, where I climbed 1304|And tried to reason with 1304|The thoughts that came to me. 1304|But now I am come down, 1304|And all is calm and fair: 1304|I feel a peace, a joy, 1304|That I have longed for since I 1304|Climbed and tried to reason with. 1304|I came as one that cries 1304|From some fair height forsaken, 1304|And heard the winds a-whispering 1304|With kind of sighs and sings. 1304|I went as one without 1304|A longing in my blood, 1304|And I have come down 1304|And all the world is fair. 1304|I am the wind that sings 1304|And seems to mourn for all 1304|The little flowers and trees. 1304|I am the songless bird 1304|That sings none any more 1304|The songs of spring. 1304|I am the simple thing 1304|Within the busy brain, 1304|That needs must die, indeed! 1304|For I must go, for all 1304|My pretty songs have said. 1304|I am the shadow 1304|That passes by on wing, 1304|And leaves me in the snow, 1304|And sings no more to me. 1304|LOVE is a cloudy garment, 1304|We see it embroidered 1304|Of clouds that ever move, 1304|And ever more and more 1304|Bring the same image full 1304|Of clouds so soft and bright. 1304|But the eyes of the lover 1304|Have no such cloud to see, 1304|For he wears a radiant mantle 1304|Of golden light and shade. 1304|WE are so weary, Love, 1304|We have no more play 1304|In the fields for us, 1304|With the blossoms and the dew. 1304|We have play so long 1304|In the chambers dark 1304|For to hide from the light, 1304|And to dream of the night. 1304|But play is done; 1304|For the sun is warm, 1304|And the leaves are blowing, 1304|And day is not far. 1304|HE is young, he is fair, 1304|He is happy in his joys; 1304|He lives for love--and plays-- 1304|He will find for him a bride. 1304|The wild bee in her hair, 1304|The bird in her breast, 1304|The joy is in her smile; 1304|And she is young and fair. 1304|WE are so weary, Love, 1304|We have no more play 1304|In the fields for us, 1304|With the blossoms and the dew; 1304|The leaves fall and the flowers grow, 1304|Ferns are worn and ferns decay, 1304|The fields are bare and cold, 1304|All the ways are covered 1304|With snow, and frozen ice. 1304|We have play so long, 1304|In the chambers dark: 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 33940 ======================================== 4332|The air is quiet and cold. 4332|You ask me, what did I say? 4332|And I answer to my thought: 4332|Forgetting, I forgot 4332|I had said to you, "All hearts break, and sorrow dwells 4332|But love will find its way to all". 4332|It is strange I should have told you of this thing, and not have 4332|My eyes are shut, and so I think. 4332|And you say, "I would be in his place." 4332|And I think it is the same thing. 4332|And you said, "I long to see her face. 4332|I long to see her face and sing with her; 4332|To hear her voice that is a call; 4332|To see her body bathed in light". 4332|You said "I love to see her face-- 4332|Her face from her white hair blown 4332|In the firelight, casting off a sickly light." 4332|And I see, so I think, 4332|You thought this thing, because you were blind. 4332|But it is true my eyes are shut, 4332|And so the day is very short: 4332|I want to sleep, but have no rest. 4332|For I am tired--and the lamp burns low. 4332|So I wonder what you have in mind, 4332|And if you would be glad I should kiss you 4332|If I only kissed you, dear. 4332|I am tired of wondering, 4332|I have a dream, and it makes me mad. 4332|A witch sat in a wood 4332|While thunder rumbled, 4332|She held a withered rose within her hand, 4332|With whir of wings 4332|And wail of birds. 4332|When she reached the tree 4332|Where she had been, 4332|The trees began to chatter, 4332|The forest chimes 4332|Rang out their glee. 4332|And soon the wood 4332|Trembled, the stars gleamed thro the night, 4332|She took her rose 4332|A-mourning, a-thrill 4332|Of sunshine on her breast. 4332|Then I would run and help her, 4332|But I will never-- 4332|God help poor folks, 4332|That the poor folk's hearts 4332|Are torn with pain. 4332|"O! why do you stay, you little ghost, 4332|O! why do you stay, you little ghost, 4332|When every day 4332|You go down deserted, 4332|You go down deserted?" 4332|He said, "I am tired of hiding there, 4332|I have been sent to go and see, 4332|To tell the wind 4332|When it falls out of the tree, 4332|When it falls out of the wood, 4332|When it falls on the water, 4332|I would go on." 4332|He left her then. 4332|"The wind is crying, I must go, 4332|The wind is crying, I must go, 4332|'Fore I can tell 4332|What thing has gone to ruin, 4332|What thing has gone to ruin." 4332|I saw her through a crevice run 4332|Over the hedge, 4332|I saw her through the crevice run, 4332|With her poor tired arm behind her side, 4332|A-mourning that she must stay. 4332|Then I said: 4332|"Dear soul, why do you stay, you little ghost, 4332|And cannot be with me in vain? See, 4332|I take you to my place." 4332|He went back with the wind and the rain 4332|Over the fields, 4332|With the wind and the rain. 4332|And he went like a ghost. 4332|But I must tell you what 4332|I know 4332|I will to-morrow tell you. The morning 4332|Will bring me back 4332|This little ghost of a man. 4332|The light is going 4332|Through the long street, 4332|I see her passing, 4332|A woman with her eyes like ======================================== SAMPLE 33950 ======================================== 29345|If that's it, then--it's well and good to be alive 29345|In a place like this, even if we had to fight! 29345|"I've seen a lot," he says, "but never a ship like this." 29345|Then he points where the men work the can or push 29345|Some hay, some straw, and some racking logs away, 29345|And there's a pack of boxes, with stuff to go 29345|For the new crop they've picked: a good four sacks for two!" 29345|"If that's it," I said, "how come I haven't heard? 29345|It can't be that it's such a nice, big ship 29345|That I don't have a reason to keep coming to." 29345|"I can't tell, that's all," he says; "but maybe there's 29345|Some trouble in the water." 29345|"I don't care," I says. "Come on then: 29345|You'll tell me then why there's not a wave 29345|Falling down the can." 29345|"The can! The can!" 29345|I cried, and stopped and looked at him, "Is there a 29345|Can here in town, or is there in the deep?" 29345|"Here in town with the water," he answered me. 29345|"You might as well say you'd been out fishing." 29345|"Come on. Come on. The Can is a river stream, like a river 29345|The man's a hunter out there: that's the way he says, 29345|And there were lots of Can-dodgers 29345|When they went out to hunt." 29345|"Let us wait a little," I said, "and see." 29345|"No, it's a trick, then," he said. 29345|"If it's a trick, there's no trick to it." 29345|"But it isn't. Come on," I said, "make it plain." 29345|There are a couple of acres of a plain 29345|Waved away by the mighty river-- 29345|And the sky is a-bloom with the morning-red, 29345|And the sky is a-bloom with the morning-glow. 29345|I've seen a lot; but one that's been good to me 29345|Is this little valley between two hills 29345|Which meet and the cows come here in the fall 29345|And the flowers are a-bloom by the river-mouth 29345|And the little birds are in the clusters sweet 29345|And the little leaves lie in a long orderly row 29345|And the little leaves are a-mourning. 29345|When the woods are full and the birds are bred 29345|All over the landscape, 29345|I like the little valley's way, for it has the 29345|smoothness of a road, and the birds are always 29345|gathering; 29345|But when that road is to war, and the birds get 29345|up and fly, 29345|I like the valley less, for it's as if it came 29345|to be the way of the cows, and myself at first 29345|is left standing. 29345|You are coming home!" 29345|When the horses started out, 29345|Their hoofs beat a faint beating 29345|And a light and sound came 29345|That the riders must have all been 29345|Trying to help 29345|A little little stranger, 29345|Who had got to be a horse 29345|On that road of ours. 29345|But when they touched the water-side 29345|The sky was a-bloom with the sun, 29345|And the trees were just a-glinting 29345|With the shadows they could see 29345|Like little eyes a-glancing 29345|Down on the little stranger, 29345|Who was coming to be a horse 29345|On that road of ours. 29345|And it struck you, little horse, 29345|With a sudden start, my dear, 29345|That horses always know 29345|When they are coming home-- 29345|So they took him down below 29345|A little slope, till he could trot 29345|And, when he did, a high ======================================== SAMPLE 33960 ======================================== 1304|With the world's great heart she had no one; 1304|Her home was in the heart of a maid; 1304|Her life was as a flower 1304|That fades with the day's dew, 1304|It fadeth away with the gale! 1304|The world's great heart was her own, 1304|She wore it out in the strife 1304|That it is vain to retrain; 1304|She was not cast away 1304|Because she had no place; 1304|She lived on in the hearts of men! 1304|O, thou who hast no place here! 1304|Thou hast thy place on earth too, 1304|Let not the world turn hence 1304|A longing or a shame 1304|On that which is the earth: 1304|The earth, the earth, the earth! 1304|We sing no wilder themes 1304|Than those which Poesy would bring; 1304|The woods and vales round us 1304|Are music and abode. 1304|And though the winds they mock us, 1304|We think of forests here; 1304|Of groves where once the leaves were, 1304|Of hollow caves where now the streams. 1304|Where spirits of the fresh and fair 1304|Glide lightly through the vale. 1304|Or where a wretch with crime aflame 1304|Wails his wild daughters o'er the pyre. 1304|We sing of many a graven spot, 1304|Of many a mournful sight; 1304|So that thou mayst understand 1304|The music of a thousand lyrics. 1304|We leave the sordid world behind; 1304|We breathe a softer air; 1304|A sweeter voice we bring 1304|Than the soft music which thou hast heard. 1304|Now they have taken from me 1304|A blessing, and a grace; 1304|A smile, a breath, they have given, 1304|Which my heart evermore would have been. 1304|Come, come away! our voices rise, 1304|Our voices rise! 1304|Our vows are o'er; 1304|They go, to glory, to the grave. 1304|Sweet, in a far land of flowers 1304|And trees and singing; 1304|Of love that springs 1304|From love's great well 1304|To death, to light; 1304|And of that garden in the wood, 1304|When they have come that tell us we shall die. 1304|Sweet, in a far land of flowers 1304|And a dark forest-city; 1304|Of love that shines 1304|In faith that springs 1304|Out of the love-lit sky: 1304|These things we bring, 1304|Lest love should leave us, and cease from us. 1304|Sweet, in a far land of flowers 1304|And a land of singing; 1304|Of hope that feeds 1304|On love that grows 1304|From light as love is light; 1304|And of that garden in the wood 1304|Where they have set the glad-throated love to sing. 1304|Sweet, in a far land of flowers 1304|And the bright town of dreaming; 1304|Of hope that sleeps 1304|In the sky, and of love's nightingale. 1304|For the dark is black 1304|As a sea which no man knows, 1304|When night is near to day; 1304|And the day is as a song which no man sings. 1304|So come! and with us bring 1304|The song without end; 1304|The joy in song without a end; 1304|The peace in word which will not waste its words. 1304|Sweet, in a far land of flowers 1304|And trees and singing; 1304|Of love that speaks, 1304|In a pure song, 1304|Through the dark and the light, 1304|And the love that is born without the pain, 1304|Come with us to our garden plot, 1304|And I with you; the joy will be in the leaf. 1304|O BROTHER, BROTHER, in what a world's at strife! 1304|I cannot think, I cannot ======================================== SAMPLE 33970 ======================================== 1728|the sea-shore, nor is it wise to lie 1728|steadfast in thy ship. Nay, thou art not like to him 1728|who was a sea-farer in his own country, even 1728|Agamemnon, king of men, with his ships he 1728|gathered, and went to Olympus, the son of 1728|Odysseus, for flight, and in his ship he left 1728|his fellows. But the sea gave him no assistance, 1728|but thou, my son, go boldly and plough forth into 1728|the deep sea, and thy ships and thy sons too. But as 1728|for mine own men, I will not suffer them to lie 1728|still at home beneath the earth, but will put them on 1728|the ships and leave my men to carry them. But when I 1728|have slain their strong and mighty foes, I will put in 1728|their stead wise Odysseus of many devices, and he 1728|will fight against the Cyclops in every ship, and soon 1728|thee will see, if any of them thou canst, how he 1728|stirs the sea when all the boys go swimming to the 1728|deep sea.' 1728|Then Odysseus of many disguises answered him saying: 'O 1728|father, even so Zeus will be gracious to thee, methinks, 1728|for only Zeus is in error, who of the myriad gods 1728|made the men to be many, and I for one am a 1728|ghost, wandering by the sea. Nay come, let us make thee a 1728|wedding feast for thyself in thy home. And I will show 1728|thee the temple of the Cyclops, and he shall have a mighty 1728|wedding-feast and gifts and will afford the better 1728|servants.' 1728|Then the lord of the Sea called Odysseus as he went 1728|by the ship, and stirred the fire of the stein. He sat him 1728|down and spake wingless: 1728|'"What will ye, my hapless guest, have there to do? 1728|Or who will furnish us with provisions when we have 1728|been down the deep sea? It is a deed that will come in 1728|greatest measure." 1728|'So he spake, and they all wondered at him, both 1728|swineherds and maidens, but there remained a man there 1728|in the house, whose name was Aias, lord of a herd of cattle. 1728|Of many cattle his herd was the best, as many as were 1728|in the ship, and there on the lefthand side they made 1728|offerings to the gods. First he poured libation out of 1728|four measureless bulls with wine mixed with oil, and made 1728|loaves of the flesh, and placed before Zeus the gifts of 1728|gifts from the gods. Then, throwing thence on the board the 1728|bread for his own house-maid, he spake and hailed Odysseus, 1728|saying: 1728|'"Why sit we here eating, guest-servant of the well-disposed lord? 1728|We could have far more delight among the immortals had we 1728|come to thy houses at eve on the seashore, and made our 1728|offerings to the gods, but now thou art a godless vagabond 1728|and a godless vagabond no more, for thou hast set in my 1728|heart the fierceness of the gods." 1728|'So spake he, and the swineherd touched the hand of 1728|the wretched fellow, and he went in and reclined on the 1728|bower-bench his own fair wife who was still mourning all 1728|her sorrows. And fair Aurora, daughter of Jove, came with 1728|the maidens and bare to her the fair child. And the good 1728|son of divine Odysseus took the fair one in his arms, and 1728|spake to her wingless, saying: 1728|'"Fair maid, of all thy women who in this stead doest 1728|draw forth forth thy heart for thee, it is not indeed so 1728|many as in others, but thou art more numerous in ======================================== SAMPLE 33980 ======================================== 2428|Is in the head of some, by force or fraud encumbered; 2428|Or, if the spirit of the king's dissemblies be lost, 2428|'Tis his by whom they last will be understood; 2428|If no man know who does his miseries survey, 2428|That 'tis a traitor who weaves tales we should not know; 2428|Or if no mischiefs to the state his mischiefs bring, 2428|'Tis a traitor who does mischiefs without a name; 2428|All which be it, whatsoe'er your law requires, 2428|You're to be blamed still and punished for your crimes; 2428|Thus the old saying is, "Treason is the child of sin." 2428|'Tis by such, the wisest and the wisest sage, 2428|Who, in their country's interest, doth stand and say: 2428|That, if a nation's at a loss, and a crown, 2428|What will your nation afterwards avail? 2428|The same good men will never be brought to bay, 2428|And kings will never yield his kingdom up: 2428|For no king's man will be tyrannical, 2428|Or by a second consul to the stake. 2428|A king-fugitive is an awful thing; 2428|His country-friends will stand their friends before, 2428|And all his friends be his in prison sworn, 2428|And put him on the scaffold to endure;-- 2428|For in a court, if a traitor must live, 2428|They'll hang their traitor, not he die a king. 2428|All is the same if my lord and you 2428|Will leave your friend and turn from evil do 2428|Which now your conscience makes upon yourself, 2428|And say this sin which you have committed is, 2428|You made me all the villain in the world. 2428|A king may be a tyrant, as you see, 2428|But he shall be the subject of the storm, 2428|Because his conscience doth this thing commend 2428|Of doing another, and himself, 2428|Which, in another's contrary, would be wrong, 2428|And as the thing is, the saying shall be, 2428|But, what you will, it shall be done again. 2428|You've taken in this country a great lord, 2428|The country of his birth, and of his name, 2428|And the best of all churches in the land 2428|He is, from a very great height, a king. 2428|Now, if you take him to your country then, 2428|And say, in this my country this is he; 2428|You will have done your country a great mischief, 2428|And ruined a great man's house, which he built 2428|To make other men's wives, and then to bed; 2428|You will have done nothing but brought ruin, 2428|And no man will have made widows and orphans. 2428|A noble subject is a mighty king. 2428|If some one says, I like a king, let him go, 2428|You may as well put up with a king's son, 2428|Because he has a wife, and children, and soul, 2428|And ought to be treated as a king himself. 2428|A worthy subject is a good king's friend; 2428|A country-lodger, or country-fool, may well 2428|Be in the same general kind, but not the same, 2428|As king or lord. I mean an ass or four-- 2428|He's worthy of your regard, the lowest sort; 2428|But what is that which makes a man a king, 2428|If once he has a million, and that too all? 2428|Then let me have as much as I please, 2428|And say no more of this, though still I may. 2428|O Jove, how kind a mind is thine, to make 2428|A fool of thyself, and leave him the rest! 2428|As for myself, the most obscure, I say 2428|I'm much amused when I see men of sense, 2428|Or men of common sense, come to the court, 2428|And seeing me, cry, "Who is that, and why?" ======================================== SAMPLE 33990 ======================================== 19226|I'll never see one so happy as you! 19226|And your darling Uncle, though, I would not be 19226|Without remark, the very highest judge 19226|Of his prospects, as, all on earth united, 19226|He had very well qualified his claim! 19226|Oh, well! it may be,--if you are not kind, 19226|My dear, you can try your luck for a time 19226|'Mong all the rest of the children of old 19226|At this and here in the neighborhood. 19226|"Yes," she said; "I know what you'd say; but no, 19226|(A very "ye," it is understood), 19226|Since you've a child of your own you will give 19226|The children a good shake of the head. 19226|"It's the same old trick," (she said,) "of an hour 19226|Of fame before a new acquaintance gains 19226|Knowledge, and your friends, being wise, believe; 19226|But in his first week of life, if he makes 19226|A small improvement, 'tis all his own. 19226|"Then there's that,--the friends he makes your friends, 19226|(And this happens, 'tis said, in most instances, 19226|Just as much from your kindness as their sting,)-- 19226|All the whole house has, at a glance, a hand. 19226|"It's a foolish thing in a bad man's breast 19226|To wish, if Fate should make you miserable, 19226|Some friend's departure to comfort his soul; 19226|But, if, in after years, all the friends he has 19226|Have turned his wishes to more than a sigh, 19226|'Twere better far to have met in a storm, 19226|And perished ere we could say "'Tis well." 19226|She leaned forward, and kissed him upon the cheek; 19226|She turned away and left him to his grief. 19226|For I remember as I was a boy, 19226|I loved to watch your little feet prattle, 19226|Not long after the time of life's change-- 19226|You little steps, so happy and sweet! 19226|When all my thoughts were turned to you, my dear, 19226|And I, to see you so gay and good, 19226|It seemed as if a thousand times I had loved 19226|As much of your dear life and dear health. 19226|In the days when I would kneel at your feet, 19226|And breathe my thanks with you--my dear; 19226|When my little heart would throb and beat, 19226|I would think so little time would be 19226|To me, if 19226|You walked with me and smiled, 19226|When the world was my lot! 19226|We passed by a window, high and clear, 19226|Just as you did, when you were gone, 19226|And you did not see it fill with rain-- 19226|The little window, tall. 19226|We walked at ease in the shadowed wood, 19226|And you leaned in your chair, my dear; 19226|We saw the shadows on the grass and flowers-- 19226|Nothing to be afraid of or worry about-- 19226|But just the moon in the night. 19226|The wind rose and smelt like you; and when 19226|It fell with a rueful sound and dull, 19226|It smelt of the sweetest and would not stay 19226|You long, but then, alas! at last it went 19226|Into a dreary chalice of its own. 19226|I said to you: "In you, my dear, no place is; 19226|You've lost your sweetheart, and won your heaven; 19226|So you must be content with just this one day 19226|And nevermore have another chance. 19226|"When my eyes are closed in your happy eyes, 19226|When I am a woman,--oh, the change! 19226|When, next morning, I shall feel the spring wind, 19226|Blowing the lightest of kisses on my cheek, 19226|And know that your heart is near unto my heart, 19226|I think that I will call you "Sweetheart" then. 19226|"When ======================================== SAMPLE 34000 ======================================== 1229|The mounds so dark, the silent stones, 1229|The lonely sun, the dark, still rain! 1229|What is all this unto me? 1229|My life is nothing and yet all. 1229|What is all this unto me? 1229|What shall I care for earth or heaven? 1229|If you were I, the world would ease 1229|And sorrow overmuch be peaceful. 1229|Then, were you I, the world would grieve 1229|And mourn the less because it knew 1229|That nothing is, and sorrow inane. 1229|Were you I, the world would sigh and grieve 1229|Because it knew that you were _me_. 1229|But that you must, and ever will, 1229|For no such thing is mine to-day. 1229|I never was a creature of wonder -- 1229|Not the least -- for I have never seen 1229|Aught but cats and trees and flowers and mists, 1229|Or birds in all my searching hours. 1229|All my life has been a long pursuit 1229|Of the ever-changing seasons, 1229|And of change and triumph and surprise, 1229|And of joy, but always somehow sad, 1229|And always somehow cold and chill. 1229|I have never found the dimples in my breast, 1229|And never touched the red and burning rose; 1229|When I was young and came to woo and win, 1229|I know not if it were a dream or shot. -- 1229|For one thing is sure, I never wed 1229|That was not hot or sparkly, or new: 1229|One thing is clear, I never bore a child 1229|Not the least -- and this I bear for one: 1229|The gods, when they were making mortals, meant 1229|A man should nourish many wives. 1229|In the years when I was small and when I knew not 1229|Enough to cry out, or speak to anyone; 1229|When I had never caught the fish or done the laundry, 1229|One sure thing was found in my stockings and my pinafore: 1229|That I had never washed a pail nor been to-torrid. 1229|And never been to Turkey to play on the lute. 1229|In the black and whiteness, in the white and blackeness, 1229|Of my early youth, and when I was sick and when I was sad, 1229|When I did nothing but sit and wait -- waiting, waiting -- 1229|Not the slightest thing I ever did intend or mean, 1229|But just sit there and wait, waiting for my life to dawn, 1229|The beautiful, strange days and the beautiful years. 1229|One night I sat alone 1229|On a low chair; 1229|And I saw three angels sit 1229|On a low stone. 1229|One said, "We have triumphed thus 1229|Since the world began: 1229|And its dead shall rise again 1229|In a glory red." 1229|But the other two said, "Nay, 1229|World-wisdom, say 1229|Rather 'We have conquered So, 1229|And shall reign in Glory.'" 1229|Then I said, "How can it be 1229|That we have to die?" 1229|And the first said, "Fear ye nae fear, 1229|Ye are neither dead nor rosed." 1229|And the second said, "We shall win 1229|A brighter crown 1229|Than the greenest dead can be." 1229|"How can the dead win a crown 1229|Who've been dead so long?" 1229|--Then I said, "Lord, I will try." 1229|And he gripped my arm, 1229|And he bent his head down low. 1229|And he murmured in his sleep: 1229|"A better task will fail me." 1229|And I said, "What shall fail me now? 1229|I will try again." 1229|And I started west again, 1229|And saw the gray sky 1229|Bend down to tell me what had happened 1229|That I saw not then. 1229|The wind goes west again -- 1229|And far away ======================================== SAMPLE 34010 ======================================== 30687|"The Queen," he said, "is dead." Then, "Yes," said she, 30687|"But--but what have I done for you?" 30687|The Queen was dead. "Dead," he said; "what have I done?" 30687|The Queen was dead. "Dead!" cried she. "Oh, what have I done?" 30687|The King's Daughter had fled. "Queen's-daughter," said he, 30687|"I've never seen a Queen in all my life." 30687|And then she went to the High Lobby, 30687|And her head fell on her hands, 30687|For some one had been hanged, 30687|And the blood had run in her eyes. 30687|She laid her face like a snow-drift 30687|Against one of the pillars, 30687|And she sobbed, for she would weep, 30687|And the people cried, and they laughed. 30687|For at last she thought that she heard 30687|A sobbing--for she sobbed-- 30687|And she went to the Queen's Chapel, 30687|And cried: "Oh, heart, my heart is broken!" 30687|There was no Queen's-daughter 30687|There to hear her sigh; 30687|But from the marble pillar 30687|Of the Queen, there came her voice. 30687|"Oh, heart, my heart is broken," 30687|She said; "I never could believe 30687|My heart had ever known happiness. 30687|I would stay here, but the Queen 30687|Is already dead!" She came 30687|And the people came, and he wept; 30687|But the people laughed, and he cried-- 30687|For the people laughed and wept. 30687|And then he stood on the threshold 30687|Of the cloister stair, 30687|And the people from the city 30687|Cried after him. "Go home, 30687|And tell him our broken heart, 30687|And he will heal it all." 30687|He went back and heard the weeping 30687|In his own house-yard. 30687|And he wept aloud, "Oh, tell us 30687|A way to-day. 30687|Our Queen is dead, but the Queens 30687|Of Kings are grieving still. 30687|If a King could live a day 30687|Who would give the King-child his day? 30687|_He_ only could bring them joy 30687|Whom he loved the most." 30687|So, he went back to his people, 30687|And his people were glad. 30687|"My people were glad when he came," 30687|Said the noble King: 30687|"And _they_ were glad when their King 30687|Came to crown their King. 30687|But now my people are all weeping, 30687|And they are weeping again, 30687|For they see the little King-child 30687|Gone from their midst. 30687|"For King David hath gone to the dust, 30687|And the King-King--yea, 30687|The holy God of our heavenly mother, 30687|There they keep him at heart. 30687|"And the King-Prince who is most noble 30687|And fair of face, 30687|To the King-King's throne they come, 30687|With crown of gold and wreath of bays 30687|And their Queen's wreath too." 30687|Out when the sun sets 30687|And the stars shine with glory, 30687|Out when the wind stirs and the leaves burn blue, 30687|The wind takes wings and runs. 30687|The stars and wind flutter and flee, 30687|Heaven's children, flying from the sky. 30687|One by one we follow them, 30687|Each by each we follow--with eager eyes 30687|And hearts that burn. 30687|We know that no stormy doom is in the skies, 30687|No sea without willows, no end to pain; 30687|We know that pain is born of pain, 30687|And death is pain at last. 30687|We know that when death comes, the suns will turn 30687|And light the world again, 30687|The winds cry out, "We are glad ======================================== SAMPLE 34020 ======================================== 615|And he who would to death return again; 615|But should no longer so endure, and see 615|The people of it on the verge of fate, 615|To these and other cities is consign'd, 615|Where toils in that old house I was wont to dwell; 615|For him, whom he of life bereft and thee, 615|A miserable man, in the wild should be. 615|But that, which you should know as soon as seen, 615|I swear to you, ere I go, if it a part 615|Henceforth I never do with you forebode; 615|Nor ever shall so any while, I ween. 615|"If any man in your affairs, who lives 615|Upon this sea, by me, of his estate, 615|Have been bereft, and you to him complain, 615|Let him, when he beholds the wound, at large, 615|Nor let him say he ever knew such pain. 615|If he his fortunes ever should foresee, 615|Let him, since they are void, be wretched sore." 615|And this to him the warrior who was here, 615|In reply, with smiling face declar'd and kind, 615|As he of his own fortune and his fate 615|He deemed most worthy and most blest in show: 615|For he, it seems, a noble part possest; 615|But how that noble part, I know not more. 615|He said, and to the king of Pescara hies; 615|And what was next does this same king record. 615|So that all, the following day, in France 615|Stood trembling, when he had for the same day 615|Attested how he could, with all his force, 615|That he had seen Sir Gryphon's banner throw. 615|To King Marsil was this message shown, 615|As it was issued by this champion: 615|Because he held him not in such esteem, 615|That he would dare to war, though none opposed, 615|He would not yield, for well he might him slay, 615|In his own cause, to which he was opposed. 615|The knight was seized of the fair king's court, 615|To which he was accustomed with festivity: 615|To him the following speech was added; 615|"Who has by his enmity been wrongfully, 615|What deed the king himself more wo to blame, 615|Shall from his high estate to France undertake, 615|Nor longer longer by the way delay. 615|"The king, who for his own right reason deems, 615|Will let me of his realm at random go, 615|Or from the fight with any shall forego, 615|Ere he with sword and faulchion will be slain. 615|Nor will be wanting other of my peers, 615|Of whom I trust I shall not lose a part; 615|Ere that I of these lands shall go to France, 615|Nor on the plain have the charge of all I own." 615|Marsil, whom he with much love and tribute 615|Deserved, the warrior addressed: then straight 615|Arrived, having thither made his prey, 615|On either hand, to the wild field-line: 615|But on the right an arrow's line he bore, 615|Which with some care he to the faulchion cast; 615|Which he amid the warriors' heads and ears 615|Exhaled, and thus with secret fear beguiled: 615|"This I shall never, never, never do; 615|I will not let the sword, to be our share, 615|Whereby our kingdom might be overthrown, 615|Worn by our lords and peers, be lost by me. 615|"If thou, 't being my lord, me didst command, 615|(And wouldst thou in a friendly manner move 615|The king for me; but that thou hast not power, 615|The sword, to be our sword, wouldst thou refrain: 615|And I a messenger's office have, 615|With courier and with seer, to thee confide; 615|And I of all the Piedmontese, you see, 615|Have told thee how the knight my lord had slain; 615|The faulchion -- oh, my very honor -- is 615|Of Piotrna's daughter; and as thou seest, 615|Him ======================================== SAMPLE 34030 ======================================== 1365|That day and night for all his days. 1365|How glad I was the angel now 1365|Had not the Lady Helen's heart 1365|Locked with the breast the Master gave! 1365|The day had long been fraught with care 1365|For Hector, and the weary woe 1365|Of his reproach, and his defeat; 1365|And this was the last of him 1365|That night was spent. How glad I was! 1365|I knew his soul would soon return, 1365|And he would know me, soon, again, 1365|For I could call upon his name 1365|On the white cliffs beside the shore! 1365|No sound of wheels nor of the hoof-beats 1365|Passed between the towers and town! 1365|The town was still; and yet, and yet, 1365|I was afraid to go to bed, 1365|For I thought of Hector at the dawn of day. 1365|Alas! the Lord, at length, was proved; 1365|For a little time I slept in comfort, 1365|While Hector fell and his fall was vain. 1365|And I thought of him, and I mused 1365|On the day of the glorious fall, 1365|So sadly I had been gazing, 1365|And now I had him; and I mused 1365|On our good Saviour, and how much he suffered. 1365|The Lord is good! His mighty arm 1365|Could save a thousand flocks at a night, 1365|Or keep them, at the same time, safe 1365|From the first morn of the sky. I wept 1365|When our Saviour, at the dawn of day, 1365|Went wandering in Scythia, blind; 1365|He found in the country a flock of sheep. 1365|Ah! with what passion and passion combined 1365|The Lord made Hector of the Greeks, 1365|And him of the Achaians made! 1365|A hundred men at hand, who would have slain him! 1365|And then the Trojan battle, and the siege 1365|By the wall of Ilium carried out, 1365|And with great slaughter the Greeks were slain! 1365|I see them once more, with arms outstretched, 1365|Arm'd men, and men clad in armor, 1365|Then, like great lions, the Greeks themselves 1365|Rushed to the town, and the siege made hold of. 1365|Then a mighty voice of thunder came, 1365|'The towers of the city are gone.' 1365|And the gates flung wide, and the gates flew open, 1365|And the people came forth to meet them, 1365|And lo! they were all dead, and the living 1365|All stood before the Lord their Master, 1365|And bowed the knee and worshipped and obeyed! 1365|O weary, O weak, and O stricken, 1365|O piteous, ungrateful, ingrate, 1365|Ye had seemed to hear the voice of the serpents, 1365|Of the black scorpions, and the stings of hell! 1365|We have borne witness together, 1365|We who have made a holiday! 1365|All the night have we lit the lamps, 1365|All the day have gone to school. 1365|The morning is morning! the morning is morning! 1365|And God, whose name is Joy, is the dawn! 1365|And now the morning of the Lord's advent 1365|Shall break upon the earth in peace! 1365|How the clouds are breaking, and the lights 1365|Shall be gleams on the wall of brass! 1365|We shall hear the voice of the trumpets, 1365|And sleep in the darkness, like the night! 1365|O my soul is wounded! the wounds of the world! 1365|The night is over and gone! 1365|And the daylight, I, that the wound was to heal, 1365|The pain was to numb, is dead. 1365|All the night have I lit the lamps; and so 1365|And this, and the many things else that I said, 1365|All have been lights to the world. 1365|O my life is long! O my hopes! O my age! ======================================== SAMPLE 34040 ======================================== 1165|The people would be wise with her, and so 1165|She smiled at him the long and smiling day. 1165|"The people, dear child. How do I miss your eyes, 1165|Red and gentle, your good sense and love! 1165|How do I miss those kindling and radiant eyes, 1165|Wherein I might behold God's mystery! 1165|"Do you remember me, sweet child? ... Oh, never, never, never! 1165|Never, child, my darling, my dear sweetheart, never! 1165|Never, baby, by day, by night, -- 1165|Laughing and crying, ever as before. 1165|"Never, never, my darling, for me the dear old mother, 1165|Never, baby, by day, by night; 1165|Never, baby, as a Christian child, 1165|Throbs and smiles and laughs in loving wise; 1165|Never, baby, in a loving way, 1165|Smiles and throbs and sighs for thee: 1165|My dear child, the old religion thou wert serving, 1165|My sure defence, my sure comfort, my own, 1165|Ours has been -- is now, and will forever be. 1165|"Never, baby, from careless hands and unguessed affairs, 1165|Never, baby, from sin and sorrow thou hast kept; 1165|Now that God bids me love, I shall love, -- I, thy mother, 1165|Now that God bids me, I will take thy hand in mine. 1165|My God is nigh; and when he saith, or else when I sigh or morn, 1165|"My darling, my child, rise up and walk alone." 1165|The sun is up. The sky is blue. 1165|Come out with me and walk in May; 1165|The wood is bright with sparrows' song; 1165|I'll make you a pot of garden daisies; 1165|Come out with me and drink the air. 1165|You that love me, and never can do aught 1165|But kiss me, let us make a row. 1165|I'll make you a dress that you can't undo; 1165|Now that you are my dress you must be; 1165|Take my hand and let us walk alone. 1165|You that love me, let your love be seen; 1165|Let your bright eyes shine that I may see. 1165|Let your soft mouth that I may kiss speak; 1165|I may not want nor will, so kiss and kiss. 1165|Take my hand, dear love, and walk in May 1165|You both the day and the night; 1165|Let your bright eyes shine the whole long day, 1165|You must walk in love the while. 1165|The rain beats down in pelt and rain; 1165|We have played, and seen the gay rain. 1165|Our hearts beat high, and loud they beat; 1165|We can bear the rainy rain. 1165|I thought my mother would be sad, 1165|So she used to laugh when I was sad. 1165|But now that she has changed to-day, 1165|She seems as if the laugh were pain. 1165|She smiles at the tears that flow, 1165|And in her golden chiton wears 1165|A bright emerald, the color of a gem -- 1165|A diamond of fire. 1165|We two are not so far away 1165|As you and I might guess, dear friend; 1165|If you were near, so would I be. 1165|You cannot see your love in glass, 1165|But all you see there, straight and fair, 1165|Is in that crystal mirror clear, 1165|And all that's there displayed. 1165|You cannot see the bright white wings, 1165|But there you see all the world, in them: 1165|There you behold the eyes of light 1165|In which the soul of man is set. 1165|On earth you see the heart of man, 1165|And there is love that man may know: 1165|He comes and goes as sunshine comes, 1165|He smiles and goes as dawning goes. 1165|If you were near, the sun and I 1165 ======================================== SAMPLE 34050 ======================================== 8790|Haply it pleased Heaven so far with the first report, 8790|To grant us, as one more favorable to our case, 8790|A short leave to arrive at Parnassus before all. 8790|Here had my forefathers left me, for the most part, 8790|Funeral games, and songs, and cries of terrific worth; 8790|But, for a shorter time than ours, at eve we thence 8790|To the clear brooks came riding homeward, and refreshed. 8790|All that long night I lay down, nor got a wink 8790|Of sleep, nor rose to walk; so faithfully were shown 8790|The fruits of our labor. When the dawn appeared 8790|Cupid and his mate, I broke from our pretty herd 8790|And mounted our father's back, to be there went. 8790|Thence toward the east, since darkness closed the world, 8790|We journeyed seven wintry paces, exploring 8790|The solemn shades, that, from their gloomy aspect, 8790|Defy all darkness, and the gross darkness tries. 8790|Meanwhile our eyes with tears were running blood, and ( 8790|That should have stayed our woe) forth they took flight, 8790|Uplifted, and with terror bore me below. 8790|But, no grief favoring, not a grove I found 8790|Of living thing, not less than I had feared. 8790|And, "O," weeping, "dost thou not know me, Faun?" 8790|(Replied the Faun), who me their steps unexpected 8790|Admir'd; "I know thee, and this place art thou. 8790|And here are all the others drowned, here are they drowned 8790|Who by the Noosphere were dashed into the Deep. 8790|Here Clymene, with her sisters, is annihilated. 8790|And Clymene I beheld, as she was descending 8790|From her great Circe, in Apollodorus, 8790|To whom she was returned (for such is Rollanz's opinion), 8790|All unhurt; and there I stood a little space, 8790|Listening to her, who had no sooner spoken, 8790|Than I was ware of something floating near; 8790|And I saw four other souls, each clothed as he was, 8790|Survey the depths, that round us went no further." 8790|As florets, by the frosty mornings sprouting, 8790|Uproll'd into cones, each one hiding his head, 8790|So on their stalks upright each one of them set, 8790|And facing us were gazing with no vacuous 8790|Malignity at us. Our footing satisfied 8790|They spring away at a single leap, and swim 8790|Into the crystal, which hindering turns each way. 8790|This after them the gnashing of their teeth is, 8790|So that the blood draws to their ears, behind them, 8790|Whole lorn sentences. "The passage that we pass 8790|Doth anguish us much," the Master said, 8790|"That we should enter further in such clime." 8790|The brethren, when they felt themselves advanc'd, 8790|Set forth anew, and through the A†thuli reach'd 8790|Felt the safe passage of the sacred river. 8790|My Leader thus: "That act of Vulcan, which 8790|Ascendeth him again, thou now behold'st, 8790|For so through us it hath its course that none 8790|Elsewhere can spy the path. And view not, 8790|Ajax, thou art far off, thy intended quest, 8790|How very soon this gliding ship arrives!" 8790|"We perceive not," said Ajax, "where it goes, 8790|Nor how it swims, but we have heard that this 8790|Is by its stream honored, as the honour 8790|Of those who live in peace. Therefore conduct 8790|Thy company so, that we may give it aid. 8790|We have an evil wind, which blasts us sorely; 8790|And yet thou art not able thy conduct quite 8790|To mollify its anger, so far as I judge." 8790|They forthwith hasted on ======================================== SAMPLE 34060 ======================================== 16452|My heart is glad, my eyes are bright, 16452|I welcome in the genial prime 16452|Of summer, and the warmth of spring. 16452|Hark! the voice! my father's voice I hear! 16452|He says to me, Oh, would thou hadst died 16452|While yet thy limbs were soft and new 16452|From the quick touch of the sun! but he 16452|Who had thy limbs with youth and health 16452|Gave them the counsel of his counsel old. 16452|So will it be for us also now, 16452|If Jove's and Phoebus' consorts shall be kind. 16452|But let our prayers a speedy end obtain 16452|Of this our time, whose inmost hearts are hot, 16452|And the heart burns with its own life, and dies. 16452|So spake Achilles. The Thund'rer said again. 16452|Oh! this day have I, O friend! and will 16452|When ye have ceased to bicker at the spring. 16452|Come then, and let us make in peace our home, 16452|And there from danger and from weariness 16452|Be settled kindly right and wrongs. 16452|So spake Achilles, and his guest the son 16452|Of Peleus, King Agamemnon, arose, 16452|Whose steeds, his own, he won, when, on the banks 16452|Of Ocean's holy stream, Achilles first 16452|First won the prize. Then, seated on his seat 16452|And rich attire, Achilles and his friends, 16452|At leisure, entertain themselves by conversation. 16452|But now, all day, the heralds bring the word 16452|Through all the camp; the heralds, on the sea 16452|Conducted, each hath a chariot, each a staff; 16452|A chariot, heralds; and the heralds, steeds 16452|With their attendants, have their seat. They reach'd 16452|The river, and the people all in camp 16452|With haste commenced their travelling. And now 16452|The heralds had approach'd, and now the word 16452|By Agamemnon been utter'd. And, as each 16452|Fought on his brother's side, he call'd, and thus 16452|Cried. Oh Agamemnon! oh my valiant brother! 16452|Now shall ye at length at length return, 16452|And be our guest in Argos. But ye sons 16452|Of Atreus, in my absence, not a few, 16452|Bore of my steeds, each at my bidding have been. 16452|He ceased, whose words all ears perceptive heard, 16452|And, standing, each in turn address'd. Then each 16452|Cried again. Oh Agamemnon! oh my hero! 16452|Ye shall at length at length return, and be 16452|By Atreus, at your father's will, your guest, 16452|And, as ye said, at Hector's shrine in Troy, 16452|The heralds bring the word! But ye who go 16452|Myself, will leave my steeds in order stabled; 16452|And, if aught to flight hath been your avarice, 16452|My mules shall drag them from the fleet. But if 16452|By worth superior, I have been deceived, 16452|I will myself your leader be, when your fleets 16452|Together shall at length return, and there 16452|The heralds of the God of War shall lead 16452|Your heralds, whom ye well shall know and love. 16452|So spake the prince. Then, led by Pallas, from 16452|His seat the King of Ocean flew, and first 16452|To Agamemnon and to all his train 16452|With mules and wains of silver, bade them bear 16452|His steeds and horses to the tents of Troy. 16452|He bade his glorious steeds, the bravest, take 16452|The morning, and to Paris' side restored 16452|Asthethé the noble daughter of the King 16452|Of Ida, of Priam's household first. Then spake 16452|Paris to Achilles, King of men, and said. 16452|Hear me ======================================== SAMPLE 34070 ======================================== 8790|That I in the dark abode, the better knew. 8790|There is a place in hell reserved for blame, 8790|For which the post of glory is probed o'er 8790|(How should I know whom thus to blame, whose praise, 8790|Who gave me the ill fruits of my bliss, 8790|And hell's prelacy, and all its ills?) 8790|Where out of eternal punishment, 8790|In pain and out of eternity, 8790|Due vicissitude of sinners thus far 8790|Assign'd me, when a host, under arms, 8790|Through the thick ranks of war, to victorious spoils 8790|The foe had sacked. Meantime let not chuse 8790|For petty good, or bad success of fight, 8790|Whatever prize or martial emblem beckons. 8790|Nor think to climb the peer by treacherous slights, 8790|Even of so slight kind, as shameless gain. 8790|For meritorie of glory in good works 8790|Is to excel, not to be exceed'd. God's axiom 8790|Is glory found in evil, rather than 8790|In goodness found in good. For him who finds, 8790|In perfect peace, the fountain of delight 8790|Outside, while in their hearts of charity 8790|The stream of merit flows, that finds not end, 8790|Blame them not for it. But blame the tarrying 8790|While we reach land, by whatsoe'er may be our loss, 8790|Whence many arrived, that are left behind 8790|(Disorder, want, want of medicine fail'd), 8790|Because the harbour past the isle of Sicily 8790|They ta'en, to let their petty pirate kings 8790|Pass to the Indian sea. Not that to get 8790|Instant execution of their ill-starred quest, 8790|They there should lag, but that their might will not 8790|Let them proceed with death; so ought they none 8790|To journey farther, than by private intent. 8790|Amen. That towards the bosom of a lake 8790|We may away with step along the bank 8790|Of a smooth river, from th' extreme bounds 8790|Of any water. Thither we will bend, 8790|There for refreshment, all our steps, and turn 8790|Into a beautiful stream, that flows 8790|Arranging its currents among a ring 8790|Of stately many-fountained groves, that make 8790|A wooded pathway, o'er whichpires 8790|Unmeasured brilliancy of all kinder power. 8790|Mine host, as at a festival deep-laid 8790|On solemn timorous souls, the Muse enfolds; 8790|And shows the songs that next performed stood 8790|Books of my former life; so that to me 8790|(Fall'n by that divinest stroke while I was young) 8790|Their ages seem'd right rates of time to them. 8790|Among the rest was one, who for a while, 8790|After the fashion of his fellows, tun'd 8790|His sweeter voice, and kept his wonted loud 8790|Till the next dawn. Wisely he shifted oft 8790|His talismans, to show his faith to be 8790|In God and Jesus; oft he stacked the rack, 8790|To weary seraphim: and oft the rack, 8790|In sifting virtue from corruption hard, 8790|Found favour with the King of righteousness. 8790|And one, more backward, to the middle raised 8790|The lamentable pole, that through his face 8790|Such violence and glutrid torments ran, 8790|That round him yawning chills palled unrelief. 8790|All, who by nature are of noble mind, 8790|Thus to themselves did rule, and without regard 8790|To consequence, kept th' inclosing fast. 8790|I saw young Luis lily-crown'd, and saw 8790|He, as a lily, withered and discolour'd, 8790|And by the pang more lucent made, so he 8790|For touch of joy wast pluck'd up brown: and I 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 34080 ======================================== 3160|(Not to the present moment, yet all unspent) 3160|To guard and serve in his dear lord's defence, 3160|Or share the generous toils of friendly fame, 3160|(That so he might the war with good success guide, 3160|Nor of my soul the joyless day forego) 3160|The god then spake, and to great Idomeneus: 3160|"O mighty father, who from Ida's height 3160|Hath spread the glad returning year! bless the day 3160|When thy great son and heir, Ulysses, reigns!" 3160|"If e'er I felt the influence of thy love, 3160|My soul has blenched not at that loving thought, 3160|For, grateful for that homage due to thee, 3160|I give him all; not such fair recompense 3160|As when thy son succeeds to this fair reign. 3160|But oh! the happy man, a faithful slave! 3160|Who reigns thy child! to him thy soul shall breathe; 3160|To him thy soul shall live, and his command 3160|Shall in effectual works his blessings bring. 3160|What will thy son's high dispassion so well 3160|The brave and fearless courage of thy son? 3160|Or what a hero's high empery can do 3160|Without the valour and the sense of thought, 3160|That bids him, prompt of heart, his kingdom serve? 3160|No doubt, when he (O my brave hero sire!) 3160|Shall conquer with a martial mind and hand, 3160|What joy shall men of mortal ear behold! 3160|The mighty victor from his throne shall stand, 3160|And vengeful swords shall quell the royal foes. 3160|But when thy son (whom this high race defends, 3160|Who in his father's place in truth appears, 3160|For ever in thy breast shall live and reign) 3160|And he (whose soul, by thy right hand possessed, 3160|May be to thee and to thy children due) 3160|Shall meet with cruel death in hostile hands 3160|And the proud chief of Phaeacia with the dead 3160|Shall raise a voice, and ask, who now claims his fame; 3160|Who ever bore the glorious name of man? 3160|What god (if god there can be such a name) 3160|Of mighty arms shall claim from thee his meed! 3160|But I in vain would ask what arm like thine 3160|Can check the rage of raging earth and main? 3160|My feeble arm the brave Alcides knew, 3160|Who to Alcides thus Achilles said: 3160|"Alcides, brave Alcides, (whose arms 3160|In the full panoply of arms appear,) 3160|'Tis well thy soul the brave Ulysses brought 3160|To aid his son on Pyle's sandy shore, 3160|And he (if man he was) shall live to praise 3160|The hero of the illustrious name 3160|On whom a people's tears and prayers are spent. 3160|And would thy son, O brave Ulysses, were 3160|A parent in his prime to love like thee! 3160|Or were his birth to thy first-fruits decreed, 3160|Still should his son, thy care, be dear to thee; 3160|Yet now, as he, in death, a nation's griefs endures, 3160|How shall thy fame extend o'er all the earth? 3160|Oh! be it ever in thy memory; 3160|His whom a people's hopes, its woes repays; 3160|Thy son, thou shouldst with gratitude recall; 3160|The youth who will endure, and dare to dare! 3160|But if thou wilt thy son's immortal name, 3160|Let no more thy virtues live and last, 3160|Be thy right hand ever guiltless of despair, 3160|Nor the bright name of brave Ulysses stain." 3160|She said, and to the dame returned again: 3160|"But to thy son, and to his deeds the same, 3160|I cling: but should I bid my tears to flow, 3160|Ulysses never might demand my care. 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 34090 ======================================== 38520|To the dark and terrible place 38520|Of my life's dissolution. 38520|Haste, thou dark star of evening 38520|To the dim and desolate east, 38520|From the gloomy shadow-cave of night 38520|Where I, like the shadow of some ghost, 38520|Panted to breathe the secret air, 38520|And was breathless with despondence-- 38520|Haste thee, and bid my brain rejoice 38520|In the bright and stormy east, 38520|Where I, as was the custom then, 38520|Had to breathe the secret air, 38520|And was breathless with despondence, 38520|In the bright and stormy east. 38520|In the new moon's soft, half-light, 38520|Waking a dream by night, 38520|Of my former life I saw reflected, 38520|When I view'd it with blind eyes. 38520|In its beauty of pale azure and clear white: 38520|In the dimness of a flower, that, though born to die 38520|In my bosom, yet alive and glad for me: 38520|But it died, as I viewed it, when I felt its fire; 38520|So as it lived, it will be dead to me, 38520|And I see not when I view the thing reflected. 38520|But, as the night is not the life of the day,-- 38520|It may have a glad and rainbow-like evening, 38520|When it lighten'd the flower that it fed; 38520|So when in the new moon's soft half-light 38520|My soul dreams of my own life reflected, 38520|That life I shall dream, and dream it well, 38520|And I can watch it still with day's dim eye, 38520|And smile, as I will not after all, 38520|When I look back on the past, and see 38520|The soul-reversing light that now 38520|Strikes on my own true life in the dark, 38520|And shows me mine own soul's hidden part! 38520|"Ah! the world is full of pleasure, 38520|Full of sweet joy for a few days, 38520|And then to be a slave is torture, 38520|And all that one ever has known 38520|Will seem but idle legends to another. 38520|But for ever this is false: for ever 38520|I have remembered the truth-- 38520|That all one's life is but an empty dream, 38520|That one's soul is a thing of nought, 38520|That each moment one sees naught of one's true worth, 38520|And that with the earth and all its petty cares, 38520|One lies like a leafless tree,-- 38520|"I have been happy, I declare, 38520|But now I know I must be sad; 38520|One little joy I ever knew, that it would not last, 38520|Now that I am a child again, 38520|And all is hollow and pleasant for a single day. 38520|I know that the world is full of pain; yet, if a man 38520|Strive for a little while to be happy, 38520|By and by the bitter lessons he comes to learn, 38520|Shall sink to a weed in his great growth-- 38520|If one be ever a child again, 38520|And all that one ever has known 38520|Will seem but idle legends to another._" 38520|What are the visions of our childhood? 38520|Shadows and dreams, and visions again! 38520|But when dost thou look into the light, 38520|Wherewith thy visions are painted, 38520|Then shalt thou recognize something so far away, 38520|A shimmer, a gleam, a dimness of blue, 38520|That it was but a sense of being at a great loss; 38520|A little child's little dream of sea-shells and foam,-- 38520|Now there, where the sea-birds skim the spray, 38520|And only the sea-birds seem to rest, 38520|I see, in thy eyes, a little child 38520|Lively, and glad, and fearless, and free. 38520|Thy magic hand uplifts their glittering fins, 38520|Or the crowns ======================================== SAMPLE 34100 ======================================== 10602|Away, away! and so, the king did hild him 10602|To Eby where the dauntless Earl of Berwick 10602|Was living, and his goodly house around. 10602|And there, with him, an hundred stalwarks strong, 10602|In the midst of his large barn, where stood before 10602|The gate of a low-flowing, narrow stream, 10602|There he was keeping of his life, that oft 10602|Some little little one might there be born 10602|To his wife, and in that happy hour there was 10602|One day, when that unhappy day was lorn, 10602|And the sweet love-feasts of his soul did wend 10602|About that hall, as children now do do go 10602|Across the fields, and feed themselves on flowers 10602|That they for bread do see: and now, when he spide 10602|To go down to them, that they were fair and new 10602|To weddings, and that they little cared to be 10602|Well fed and bred, there he found them, and them saw 10602|He had found them, and they joyed in his delight. 10602|There they did lie till the new day, but then 10602|They wend not home, but unto the gate do come, 10602|Whence into that garden they the king did take, 10602|And all the king's sons with him, and there they stayed: 10602|And there did make them merry, and there did play 10602|In such a merry, merry, merry way, 10602|That for that time it was the lord of all. 10602|But after was the hour when the king doth hie 10602|Himself to the place, to see that the same may 10602|Adore the love which is of heaven the bar, 10602|Then he must lie still, and have some other end, 10602|Or else suffer the love to die away. 10602|So he was told how to do it, and he hied 10602|Into that secret place, and out there went. 10602|But when he came to the place of the garden, 10602|And there saw the dame where she was wont to bide, 10602|So joyful to witness her goodly sight, 10602|He did that which she with much gladness might 10602|Commend him for, and made it all his boast: 10602|"Lo, the queen that is the lord of love," said he 10602|"Shall she abide here, or will she forsake me?" 10602|And straight the woman then him would have defied, 10602|And now to him her truth did soon discover. 10602|Then did he weep as he knew full sore, 10602|And would fain desire she would be the queen; 10602|For now to himself he spake how she stood, 10602|And made her know, by those fair words, full well, 10602|That she had been his bedfellow, long as he 10602|Would keep the same; but she would not abide, 10602|And would fain to go from thence, and never come, 10602|And would complain of the king unto all. 10602|And now the queen she went to the garden, 10602|Where she had laid her down with much sad cheer, 10602|But she with a great noise of tears was wet, 10602|And that had befallen, for she oft had heard 10602|Some rumor of the cruel death of Richard. 10602|There was the king, of all the court aware 10602|Was not there absent one, that knew of that. 10602|And he was quick as truth, and well might be 10602|He should be right glad the queen had so bewail'd. 10602|She was with her face bent downward cast, 10602|And sorrowfull was her sorrowful moan; 10602|"What will the king do, and will he take me hence, 10602|That ever more, in any danger, we 10602|Have had? what shall our sorrow bring about? 10602|Alas, what shall our grief now be to sow?" 10602|"Nay, nay, my child, but thou art surely wise! 10602|The kingdom is so great, so dark to see, 10602|That nothing shall be to ======================================== SAMPLE 34110 ======================================== 5185|Hippolite no more awaits her, 5185|And again she sought the village, 5185|Kalevala's barren mountains. 5185|On the plains a herd of swine was feeding, 5185|On the slopes of Kalew-mountain, 5185|And the guests were feasting on the white-bread, 5185|Filling the air with fragrant juices, 5185|Waiting-for the hour of wedding 5185|For the bride's and bridegroom's kindred. 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola: 5185|'Whence is come the young bride's father, 5185|Whither have led the bridegroom's footsteps?' 5185|"Osmotar, the blacksmith brother, 5185|These the words of Ilmarinen: 5185|'At daybreak woke our father Fromhun; 5185|At the dawn of morning, Ilmarinen, 5185|He arrived upon the high-mountain, 5185|From the snow his limbs were shivering, 5185|Thus the warrior spake in warning, 5185|These the words of ancient witcher: 5185|'Pass he not the time-out allotted 5185|To the young bride's father, Perisen, 5185|To his wife, the Night's Queen blessed! 5185|Breast-helmets have I on Osmo-mansion; 5185|I can give them to the bridegroom, 5185|At the hour of sword-play, evening, 5185|Heed they not the warning of my warning, 5185|Speak they word well-timed, that Perisen 5185|Shall the sword hear kicking in the oven, 5185|With the kettledrum, Kalew-son's maiden, 5185|For her father, Osmotar. Spake he 5185|'Lay thou low upon the field-dead grasses, 5185|Hide one span and one-half thy length, 5185|In the folds of a soft fur-robe, 5185|Such a one as maidens three-foot girls 5185|Give to their father-guests in kindness.' 5185|"This is what the Osmo-herds say: 5185|'When Perisen heard this counsel, 5185|She was filled with wrath and hatred, 5185|Took a pair of shears to murder, 5185|Hastened to the slave-broker's office, 5185|Sought to hire two hundred smiths, 5185|Found but one, Untamo, waiting, 5185|Polish his hardy hirsute-skin, 5185|Handi-spear of master Untamala, 5185|Hand-band of young Untamallen, 5185|And with weight of copper weighing, 5185|As a sluice-rug he closed the gateway. 5185|"Forth he went into the village, 5185|Bearing a pair of hounds in her hand, 5185|To the village-protecting Spirits, 5185|To the hostess of Pohyola, 5185|Calling thus in heavy accents: 5185|'Bring a pair of hounds for me, Ogive, 5185|Bring me hounds that will not rend me, 5185|Hounds that will not rend my garments, 5185|Hounds that will not taste my food-grate, 5185|That will not taste my potions, 5185|That will not taste my home-batter.' 5185|"This is what the Osmo-herds say: 5185|'When Perisen entered this mansion, 5185|At the gate she found the master, 5185|Waiting for the hounds that she needed, 5185|In the gate she found the friend-of-foes, 5185|With the hunters of the Moon-lands. 5185|"Knew thou then, Fair Lady of Pohya, 5185|That thy master was unhappy, 5185|That his mind was clouded sorely, 5185|That his happiness was hid from thee, 5185|That his counsels were not followed, 5185|That his banquets were not fed at table, 5185|That his water was not served at table?' 5185|"Thus the patience of the master 5185|Was destroyed by the words gaiety; ======================================== SAMPLE 34120 ======================================== 2620|That doth not weep as you do-- 2620|But with a tenderness, 2620|And yet a sadness, 2620|As if I had been 2620|A sister to the 2620|Thy melancholy sea. 2620|And so this time my eyes 2620|Were not enough vouchsafed to see in the wild water, 2620|A goodly boat with fair sails 2620|And a man that was goodly beset 2620|By a crowd of mermots. 2620|I saw the sail broke from the boat, 2620|A sailor's eyes were open'd wide-- 2620|I saw the sail break from the boat 2620|And turn in the wind. 2620|This voyage was not an easy thing for me, 2620|Nor for a soul that was not made to endure; 2620|For never the sea-breeze swept over me, 2620|Nor ever the waves, at intervals, to my ear 2620|Rose up from the blue depths of the ocean 2620|As a woman's hand that follows a child. 2620|I saw the morning break from the sea, and then 2620|The storm with its clouds had followed the morning, 2620|And the birds in their songs had hardly faded 2620|Ere on the sea-beach I was swept away-- 2620|And never again the ocean swam over me. 2620|How often in the darksome deep, 2620|Whose sea hath never known the shore, 2620|Shall I, the solitary wanderer, 2620|Return with voice unstained, 2620|And with songs of lost delight 2620|Songs of old, when first I strayed 2620|The haunts of men, and slept a maiden's dream, 2620|Whom, for a time, I met but with voices, 2620|And not a hand to call me fair, 2620|For whom no man was kind, 2620|And whose eyes would not look beyond the threshold 2620|While life was swift and gay. 2620|The voice was not of any woman, 2620|But of a dove alone. 2620|And yet, alas, the world was passing full of strife, 2620|And life weary with delight; 2620|And I had found the sweet, but found a sorrowful mate, 2620|Who might be with the lark one day 2620|The morning of my heart. 2620|Then did I wander to the forest, 2620|Unheeding both light and shade; 2620|And the dove flew over me to war, but I did not heed it, 2620|My soul was peaceful at that hour-- 2620|I was not lonely, and no grief 2620|Had pierced the deep calm rest 2620|Of my quiet, peaceful breast. 2620|But once, at midnight, though I knew not it, 2620|I felt the breath of God at last, 2620|And was still as death. I turned to him in terror; 2620|"O God, thou art so merciful, 2620|That I had come to this place 2620|In the agony and the fear of thy wrath, 2620|And thou hadst cared enough to have sent my soul 2620|Down to meet the hands of the dead. 2620|"I, the only woman born, 2620|Of a mother dead and grey, 2620|And the lover in the grave, 2620|I, the sole daughter left, 2620|Lifted from out death's grave, 2620|To see the eyes of joy 2620|And to meet the hands of God. 2620|And I trembled as a dream that trembles wholly, 2620|And with a heart that trembled too, 2620|I went forth to the hills of heaven-- 2620|To the bright hills of everlasting love. 2620|I went without a word, 2620|I was afraid of God, 2620|And as I went my arms fell down 2620|About my dearer one. 2620|The night was dark, the world was dim, 2620|Yet the stars lit up my way; 2620|I heard the song of a birdsong in my sleep, 2620|When she lay in her white hand-petal-- 2620|But the stars had only her eyes for their music, ======================================== SAMPLE 34130 ======================================== 29700|The fountains play, a merry chorus rings, 29700|And all the hills are filled with merry cries; 29700|The rivulet's murmurs fill the hollow air 29700|As, with a sigh, she draws her mantle over 29700|Her knees, and to her shepherdess peers. 29700|And lo! as in a vision doth behold 29700|A man, who, sweeping to the greenwood shady, 29700|Stops on her head, and with a kiss greets her-- 29700|Hail, mother of a new-born kingdom! hail! 29700|And so with heart, and hands, and voice, and eyes, 29700|He led her to a little open seat 29700|In which the sunbeam rested from the ground. 29700|She rose, and on her shoulders fell her head, 29700|And round her face the flowing locks of gold, 29700|As with a glance of scorn, like lightning bright, 29700|Streamed. So swift her footsteps went to dreariness, 29700|The rivulet's flow and streamer's lightest sigh 29700|Thronged in one voice; as they went softly by 29700|The little leaves, with the cool wind to cheer 29700|The soft grass round their footsteps, and with them 29700|The birches and the birchbark and the hazels glisten. 29700|Lo! how their joy the woodland echo fills, 29700|How loud the wild flowers answer, and to each 29700|Beseeching love, and joy, and tears that fell 29700|From eyes long sealed and silent as the night, 29700|Blesses the upland and the forest shade, 29700|While the pale morning takes us up to bless us! 29700|Thus did they love and thus they loved again; 29700|And though she found no man so fair and glad, 29700|All the fair young maidens murmured "He is gone." 29700|As the young bird flies from brier to fir, 29700|In haste, from trees at random, 29700|The green ivy hastens to the hollow rock, 29700|Where to his secret den the swan has fled, 29700|And the green oak dares not bar his way, 29700|But waits amid his ancient solitude 29700|Till, gathered in a misty mass, he stands 29700|Pale as the summer forest waits the blast. 29700|But thou, my dear, my own beloved child, 29700|Where'er thy wanderings lead thee, when the day 29700|Looks cold and gray thou stayest, and dost still 29700|The nightingale in many a summer-night 29700|Keep gladlier, in the same sweet strain. 29700|Ah, happy are the children of our youth, 29700|Who, wandering by the stream, in youthful pride 29700|And gladness and delight, by the tree, with youth 29700|Have passed away, and find their long repose, 29700|Grown old in quiet. And if one still can sing, 29700|So soon, so long ago, shall he or I 29700|Recompense the hour that once so sweetly sped! 29700|_All rights reserved_ 29787|THE _Iliad_ and the _Ineffable_ are my offspring; they are 29787|my soul and heart. 29787|The _Iliad_, an imitation of old Greek poetry, is the author's 29787|_Homer_ had, in his own time, produced the most beautiful _Poetical 29787|Iliadic poems which he wrote. With the _Iliad_, he has in the 29787|_Poetic Edda_. They form, therefore, a series of epigrams that 29787|contain not only a beauty of form but of thought and of thought's 29787|The verse in the _Iliad_ is a fine example of Mr. Wordsworth's 29787|comparative beauties of the _Ineffable_:-- 29787|_And the god of my life--of my heart--the Sun, the Fount of my light, 29787|_Homer's Reflection_ is a beautiful composition of sonnet-like 29787|These works, then, are the product of Mr. Wordsworth. 29787|It is not too much to ======================================== SAMPLE 34140 ======================================== 4331|In the great joy of a long life 4331|For the past time of the world 4331|When a great joy of great beauty 4331|And a great heartbreak for the time 4331|Of pain and sorrow. 4331|To-night I saw a great bird 4331|Pretend a great tree 4331|With branches deep and branches close, 4331|Pretend a great sky. 4331|It stood with one white wing, 4331|Stretched, and the rest was black, 4331|Lifted one black wing 4331|And flew up to the trees, 4331|Dazzled the birds, and fain to fly 4331|But soon they all were gone, 4331|For a great bird was flying, 4331|Lifting his great voice low 4331|With one black wing. 4331|The birds to their nests 4331|Of nestled shade 4331|Were still and silent; 4331|Yet he could sing of things 4331|That birds had never heard. 4331|For birds once in the night 4331|Have heard great deeds of men 4331|But were not wakened 4331|By the loud bugle call, 4331|Nor with forgetful ear 4331|Could this small bird repeat 4331|Their greatness, and forgot 4331|Their voices shrill and clear 4331|Or even the silence that 4331|Brought wonder to their sight 4331|And made their glory theirs 4331|How great is the wonder 4331|That was wrought and lost in flight 4331|For a great tree 4331|And a great bird. 4331|But in the silence there fell 4331|Tears from the eyes of peace, 4331|And in the darkness there grew 4331|A soul without name or sense 4331|And wings without the light. 4331|No voice: 4331|But I know that the wings were there, 4331|And the soul was in the tree, 4331|In the green mist and dew 4331|Whose branches were a bird 4331|Swift as a wind. 4331|The day that the world was young 4331|Was as a bird in the morning 4331|Who has gone and settled down 4331|To live in our garden. 4331|There is no tree in the garden 4331|But the great old tree of life, 4331|The white and ancient tree, 4331|The old black tree. 4331|But the little brown hen 4331|Has built a little house and shed 4331|Her heart in it for an hour. 4331|Her eyes are small and open. 4331|Her face is as a flower 4331|Gathered at a moment's command - 4331|Her hands are small and little 4331|And she is waiting. 4331|A little brown hen 4331|Knows how to sew and share, 4331|Can make a couch for two 4331|And she makes it every day, 4331|And every day she makes 4331|A new cot for me - 4331|Why, if it can hold me, 4331|Where will it not be enough? 4331|O, if I were a world 4331|'Tis not in my power 4331|To stay in one place. 4331|If I were a world 4331|And could not be you, 4331|I would not be sad 4331|And you would not be sad. 4331|If I were a world 4331|Where all were well, 4331|But all were happy 4331|And some were sad. 4331|If you were an apple tree 4331|I should not know where 4331|To lay my head. 4331|If you were a world 4331|'Tis hard to go 4331|When all is now so fair, 4331|And then you're sad." 4331|"No, I'll sit on a stone 4331|And look at the world, 4331|And say there is nothing 4331|That's worth the living 4331|That my eyes see. 4331|"For my eyes to see 4331|Is more than living, 4331|For they make to live 4331|For one hour. 4331|"O, if the things ======================================== SAMPLE 34150 ======================================== 5185|"Thus the son of evil-wife-craven 5185|Spake and these the words of wisdom: 5185|'Leave the wolf-calf, bear-of-bliss, 5185|For the slothful and the timid, 5185|For the weak and evil-minded; 5185|Leave the vixen, demon-breast-thief, 5185|For the ugly and for moody; 5185|Leave the lynxes, leave the wild-fangs, 5185|For the swine and for the flint-workers; 5185|Leave the wild and weedy minstrels, 5185|For the stupid and for doubters; 5185|Leave the reckless Kem'ka-bups'infur- 5185|Um-Tso-llaen, with silver buckles; 5185|Leave the wild Ge-lang-ers, for whom 5185|Occultist Glen named their charms; 5185|Leave the grizzly bison, swift 5185|As a shot from bows and arrows; 5185|Leave the darksome hillocks, drear 5185|And the loathed Nibirin-o'tsa. 5185|"Listen! I shall tell my woes 5185|To the darksome hills and mountains: 5185|I shall tell my troubles passing, 5185|As the moon succeeds the sunshine; 5185|Shall I weep in the thicket singing, 5185|Shall I howl in the prairie-grass? 5185|No! I can bear the sounds of hell 5185|Where the cannibal tribes reside, 5185|Whose blackened bones are flowers in spring-vines; 5185|In the bison's caverns hallow 5185|Their entrails in the winter-tide; 5185|Where the red men dance and battle, 5185|In the fort-gate groan the crows; 5185|Where the wild dogs howl for sport and ripen 5185|The body of the marred reindeer. 5185|"I shall wail the woes of northern women, 5185|I shall wail their uninviting 5185|Loves, and drear-delights of ocean; 5185|I shall wail the woes of southern maidens, 5185|Trouble their caresses and laughter; 5185|I shall hurl the Northern comet, 5185|Wail the fate of him that signs with it." 5185|Ilmarinen, the magician, 5185|Dread blacksmith and great hero, 5185|Laid his hands upon the hammer, 5185|On the anvil dropped the hammer, 5185|Dropped the thunder-rusted hammer, 5185|To the anvil of Kullerwoinen, 5185|There to sound the hollow halelin, 5185|There to sound the hollow sidelong; 5185|Struck a great mass of iron, 5185|On the blacksmith's forge asunder, 5185|Out of which the bellows revolved; 5185|Out of this he fashioned things 5185|Building blocks for smithing heme, 5185|Out of this he fashioned molds, 5185|Thus to fashion wondrous weapons, 5185|Out of this he fashioned lances, 5185|Swords for warlike heroes. 5185|Then the minstrel, Ilmarinen, 5185|Ancient blacksmith and singer, 5185|Spake these words in supplication: 5185|"Wo to the hour, which takes us 5185|To the meadows of Wainola, 5185|There to cool the iron-workers, 5185|In the meads of Kalevala! 5185|Sweet repose to the warriors, 5185|Sweet repose to the burghers, 5185|When retire to their dwellings, 5185|When retire to their meadows, 5185|When the meads replenish them! 5185|"Wo to the youth, which sings us 5185|Health to the lips of budding youth, 5185|To the eyes of maidens glancing, 5185|To the hair of beauteous women! 5185|Wo to the warrior, which roams 5185|O'er the fields the meadow clearing, 5185|In the war of iron-temples! 5185|Wo ======================================== SAMPLE 34160 ======================================== 35553|He said the man who had brought her in 35553|Should be brought, and if not he would fight, 35553|And if he was still alive he would 35553|Take her and sell her. 35553|There's many a man who would not dare 35553|To do so, 35553|And therefore he said, 35553|When she looked round in a sad despair, 35553|"I was not born a woman, and if he 35553|Be not dead, I am sure I'll prove a fool." 35553|Then in the garden ran a race 35553|Which he began, 35553|And though at first he failed to complete 35553|His journey, the more he strove, the more he strove 35553|Till he gained the finish; 35553|When the woman who chanced to be here 35553|With her child looked round 35553|And she would have said she'd never let him alone, 35553|But for all her caution. 35553|She turned her on her heel in haste 35553|And soon a tear ran down her cheek, 35553|For her friend was slain in vain, for a stranger he died, 35553|And so he must miss her. 35553|The sad, the sad event 35553|Thrills every heart, since it is true that a true heart lies 35553|Down deep in his heart; 35553|And when he shall meet with his friend at the bank 35553|And they both say good-night, 35553|He, for his fault, must yet forgive-- 35553|And, ah! may the sorrows he may dread 35553|Nourish a love so sincere! 35553|I have a little pocket-book, and I can make 35553|A little end of every penny which I spend, 35553|And I leave money for myself--how sweet that would be! 35553|But now I have one that needs changing--I'm starting for 35553|A poor old mattress--'tis rather small, but 'tis needed 35553|By the poor woman in rags who now lies at my feet; 35553|She has sat down in the dark with a fever in her head, 35553|And she will lie there all night without an ache or a break. 35553|But I am in a better state. There is much to do, 35553|And I hope to reach the hill soon, in a trice, 35553|But I fear my fever will get the better of me,-- 35553|I was better last night, and would be stronger next day. 35553|I will make another bet; say I must have a horse, 35553|Or have a mare, or do the very best that comes 35553|"O, my little brother, what is a spring?" said Mary one day, 35553|"O, my little cousin, say something nice about the grass, 35553|If you wish your uncle to please come and see you, just say, 35553|'Spring is springing, springing, the sweet springing is o'er.'" 35553|"Ah, no, Mother, never! you may say that again, dear; 35553|But I've a friend who wishes all things nicely as can be,-- 35553|The maid who's called the Summer Breeze." 35553|"You need not say it, Mary," answered Mary one day, 35553|"When he can see you are happy he will be pleased to say 35553|So, now the Breezes have gone in, dear, and left the Hill, 35553|And where stands your Spring?" 35553|"Come tell it, dear, I'm so glad it is coming along; 35553|I have put up a great deal of good grass just to the view, 35553|And I hope with your horses you may travel all day over 35553|And make it all nice and green." 35553|"You may call it my brother, Mother, or else my cousin; 35553|I think your niece, though she looks so grand in her gay dress, 35553|Is a Summer Breeze, so please keep it that way," she said; 35553|"I am thinking about the Summer Breeze just as it grows, 35553|And how grand will be the Summer Breeze all green as it grows. 35553|"For the little birds have all been singing so sweetly their fill, 35553|And the grass is ======================================== SAMPLE 34170 ======================================== 38566|and by its very name, and by the various modes of rendering, 38566|both literal and allegorical, the allegorical expressions 38566|are also to be found in the classical epic form of the Greek epic, as 38566|in the Oedipus-Pindaric poem, and the Cephalenian epics, both 38566|of which are, by strict equality of difficulty, allegorical in 38566|meaning. Thus the epics of the Thessalian Pharian state and 38566|Nestor; while the Thessalian hero, Achilles, both of which were 38566|historical poetry by the literal representation of the character of 38566|"Methinks, in both of these works, by allegory the analogy of 38566|the actual life of man may be more fully revealed, and, through 38566|otherwise, as the allegory of Nature, is a different interpretation 38566|of the literal meaning of their word-forms and their meanings. 38566|On the other hand it may, with little more than this, be 38566|made out that in both the first interpretation, it is only 38566|to serve as an allegory of the actual life under the sun; and 38566|and in the second, it is never meant to be an allegory at all. 38566|As in the first interpretation, the allegory takes 38566|its stand on the actual, or outward, condition as of things 38566|in all their being, the two senses, the literal and allegorical, 38566|are, as it were, made one: thus the allegory of the Sun as 38566|the symbol of Truth is only one, but the allegory of the living and 38566|intelligent spirits of Nature, or of all objects in general, or 38566|of Man in particular, which by literal meaning may not be understood, 38566|and by allegoric meaning may be. In the first interpretation, 38566|for example, the soul or body, which is a mere image, is 38566|representable, in all its forms and of all its qualities, in a 38566|one form only. However, that is not the whole true substance 38566|of a body, but only part; it is but an arrangement of a part. 38566|In the second interpretation, however, the body is a representation 38566|of the inner nature of each part, or, in other words, of its inner or 38566|the two senses, literal and allegorical--are made to serve as 38566|a metaphor or mirror, and both are, in fact, at the same time, 38566|that which they represent, are set in different modes of operation. 38566|The former is of a purely verbal kind; the second, a more 38566|categorical and imaginative: of the literal symbolism, as in the 38566|The literal symbolism of the epic form of the Greek epic form of the 38566|An allegory by similitude of the literal and allegorical 38566|syntax of the dramatic story of the epic form of the classical 38566|of which are allegorically expressed, and in which the inner 38566|reality does not intervene between, but in which that truth which 38566|of the story, or of its symbol, which is so similitude 38566|of the symbol, and which is the real substance of the allegory. 38566|Now, as the allegory of Christ as a real reality 38566|is one of the chief elements of the allegory of the Sun-god, 38566|and is hence the more real, and the more real the reality, 38566|the allegory must be more real in its execution, not less. 38566|But it must take some of the action of that action as its 38566|objection to that of the allegory, that similitude of its object, 38566|the real substance of the allegory must have a true counterpart 38566|in reality, and therefore the allegory must have greater 38566|act and greater sense, as it were a more accurate representation 38566|of the real substance of the allegory. If we could express 38566|without much error the allegory of the Sun-god, and of the 38566|Sun-god as the absolute reality of the drama of the 38566|Christ; and of the drama as a true reality of the Sun-god, we 38566|might represent this allegory with less waste of words and of 38566|more sense, ======================================== SAMPLE 34180 ======================================== 2130|And yet they do not care for the sea-gulls. 2130|He, by his father's side, who with a heart 2130|Like that of his dear mate, should turn again 2130|To his own house, is left with his children, 2130|Who, in his absence, feed and rear him. 2130|He, in his place, must live with the poor man; 2130|But now he has left them, and now he returns. 2130|He is gone to save them from the pangs of famine, 2130|To keep them from repining while he lives, 2130|And from the curse of adulterous youth. 2130|Homer's daughter, Nausicaa, bore him, 2130|(For her sake he now desires to see her,) 2130|An ancient man with a weak hand cane, 2130|Who never went to sea for want of it. 2130|He is his father-in-law; but no more 2130|Than a son's son-in-law can be, and then: 2130|For he is his old and honored friend.-- 2130|When the old man passes, Nausicaa cries, 2130|Cries, "Let not grief or envy break his rest." 2130|He must take her, for he would not be free 2130|By making any widow weep and mourn his death. 2130|He will live, and they will think a grave a tomb, 2130|And never think of his long sickness again. 2130|But I think, poor old man, you have a head 2130|Too hard to weep that way, and you must live; 2130|For all the rest of your life you must obey 2130|The sword that's hard to obey; and never, never, 2130|As you pass by any widow's grave, speak 2130|Even a single word to let her know 2130|You loved her when she was a widow now. 2130|In the morning of life, when the heart is warm, 2130|And the soul is free from the yoke of the past, 2130|And the light of the soul is clear, and the eye 2130|Is glad in seeing it, what comes to pass 2130|Is that a man will take what's offered him, 2130|And not turn him to the gods and to the man. 2130|A youth I knew, and his thoughts were high, 2130|And that was very true; but the wrongs 2130|He heard and that he had sworn never, never, 2130|Were things for a poet to chide, and so 2130|He shut them out of his thoughts, and so, 2130|His childhood came to him slowly, and he 2130|Was not much pleased, for his father was dead, 2130|And his mother, she whose love was for him, 2130|Had passed with her lord to God's high monastic towers. 2130|And many summers after, as I say, 2130|He went among the saints, and toiled hard, 2130|And thought his poems were good, but they were 2130|Like the tales of some old poet, whom he knew, 2130|Who had written in his mother's old hand, 2130|And he could not make use of them either, 2130|So he turned to the gods, and asked them whether or no 2130|They would let him love him in the old way, 2130|In the way of his father, and say, he loved her. 2130|They said "No." They took him gladly home, 2130|And all that time he lived as though he were 2130|A young and handsome youth, and his work took up 2130|The long summer nights by his side, and the boys 2130|And maidens smiled at him as though they had seen 2130|The picture of a man half grown unto death, 2130|And the young days were very pleasant to his way. 2130|Then came a summer when his mother died, 2130|And in her place a nun he married, 2130|And all that time, when his father died, 2130|And left him in the cloister aged care, 2130|He did not ask his father if he might go 2130|To God's high monastic tower with the rest, 2130|Or if he could not find his mother, said he, ======================================== SAMPLE 34190 ======================================== 15370|Till _Ludvig Steen_ would be forced to send the horse away. 15370|But, what wad ye think? The _Ludvig Hounds_--they won't do him a harm. 15370|If you're a _Dog_, you've no doubt that ye'll do yeh, won't yeh? 15370|And if ye're a _Thing_, ye'd do better, won't yeh, won't yeh? 15370|It's _Ludvig Steen's_ _own_ to this, but she won't mend it, won't. 15370|If you're a _Dog_, ye'll go at him, won't yeh? won't yeh? 15370|And if ye're a _Thing_, ye'd do better, won't yeh? won't yeh? 15370|It's _Ludvig Steen's_ _own_ to this, but she won't mend it, won't. 15370|If ye're a Dog, ye'll go at him, won't yeh? won't yeh? 15370|And if ye're a _Thing_, ye'd do better, won't yeh? won't yeh? 15370|But, 'tis agreed, he's won't bite yeh, won't he? won't he? 15370|And if he can't be bitten, won't he? won't he? 15370|He's a good Dog, he's a good Thing,--all agree! 15370|_Ludvig Steen_, of course. 15370|"_I can't explain it, I _like_ to do it_." 15370|For this Dog we're going to do what we please! 15370|"I can't explain it, I'll do it!" 15370|And all the while our _Dog_ is saying-- 15370|_I_ will _do_ the _same_ things on your dime! 15370|But, 'tis agreed, he's won't bite yeh, won't he? won't he? 15370|If ye didn't _like_ this Dog, yeh, won't he? won't he? 15370|How I hate yeh! 15370|It's so very true." 15370|"_I_ don't seem to like _your_ ways!" 15370|To which the _Dog_ that _was_ a _Dog_ in _your_ way! 15370|This Dog won't _talk_! 15370|And we don't know what on earth to do! 15370|But, 'tis agreed, he'll _bite_ yeh, won't he? won't he? 15370|All because ye've done things _too-much_!-- 15370|_I_ isn't going to do them _again_. 15370|And what's "the same," in _your_ particular case? 15370|Whence comes it that ye won't _speak_ or try? 15370|And what's "no, indeed!" to yeh? 15370|And what's "no, what?" to yeh 15370|Whence come ye? and how can ye do it? 15370|Whence comes the Dog?--and how can it be? 15370|_I_ wasn't bitten, because the _Dog_ won't bite 15370|He did it all on the thought of _us_! 15370|And what's "yes" to yeh, in this case? 15370|And what's "no," in this case? 15370|"_I_ don't understand it, I'll do it!" 15370|"_I_ can't explain it, I'll do it!" 15370|"_I_ won't explain it, won't do it!" 15370|Yes, when one is good, one will do what one pleases; 15370|Yes, when two great, great Dugs are on the same deal, 15370|One will have to do a _lot_. 15370|And what's "yes," in this case? 15370|And what's "no," in this case? 15370|Whence come ye? and how can ye do it? 15370|And what's "no," in this case? 15370|"_I_ don't understand it, I'll do it!" 15370|"_I_ won't explain it, won't do it!" 15370|Thinking ======================================== SAMPLE 34200 ======================================== 19389|Where the sea's white wings are waving, 19389|To the land of my birth; 19389|In the land of my birth, 19389|Where the sea's white wings 19389|Are waving, in the sea. 19389|You will take me, in the evening, 19389|Where the waves have their way, 19389|As in our home the birds are singing, 19389|Away from this home 19389|Where I know that the wings of loving 19389|Are flapping at sea; 19389|And your eyes will know where she is, 19389|On the shore that the blue waves swell, 19389|To the land of birth, 19389|To the land of birth, 19389|For the soul of love is ever 19389|There, waiting its destined rest-- 19389|The soul of birth, 19389|Which lies at the feet of Creator 19389|At the threshold of life. 19389|O, my child! in your heart I enclose 19389|A little little wreath of love, 19389|For the flower of your love is the sky, 19389|And the leaves of your love are the trees 19389|Where the sea-birds and gulls fly. 19389|And, in love and beauty, my child! 19389|I enclose in a golden chain 19389|To hold you fast in my grasp, 19389|For the chain of love is a sacred thing, 19389|And the clasp of love is a dear thing. 19389|O, I love you, my little daughter! 19389|I love you, my little child! 19389|I love the earth and the rivers, 19389|I love the stars, and the light 19389|Which shines from the white, unseen hands 19389|That hold all things in their hold. 19389|I love you, my little daughter! 19389|I love you, my little child! 19389|And I love the sun from the cloudless sky, 19389|And the gentle rain, and the air 19389|That carries a blessing to all 19389|Whose feet perchance stumble on earth. 19389|And I love all that bless men; 19389|I love all the gladness 19389|That comes when the soul is glad, 19389|When the heart is at rest. 19389|And yet, little daughter, I love you 19389|Just as kindly (and just as well) 19389|As a shepherd loves his sheep, 19389|Who wanders over a wood, 19389|Or the fields of his childhood. 19389|There is no more that can be said, 19389|My darling, my little child. 19389|O, it's strange how things change! 19389|My dear, we miss our father, 19389|As we sat beside the fire, 19389|A week ago. 19389|A little girl, with eyes 19389|As soft as ever grace 19389|Her form, 'mid all her woe, 19389|And sorrow, my dear! 19389|And I, who, in all my years, 19389|Have felt that I am weak-- 19389|And that, in spite of all 19389|That I have said or done, 19389|I am doomed, my darling, to die!-- 19389|The world will seem too dim 19389|To light a flame like me; 19389|And, oh, my little daughter, 19389|The last faint glance will flash 19389|From your dear face to mine, and tell us how 19389|I am loved, and how it brightens! 19389|When I am sleeping 19389|At night, 19389|My spirit's resting, 19389|By the silent God's side; [Footnote: Alluding to 19389|The saying of the Angel Raphael.] 19389|My dreams are all fulfilled 19389|In sleep, 19389|And never a dream's fulfilled 19389|But a light 19389|Breathed out of the Holy inmost soul. 19389|It was a simple little figure, 19389|A baby lark 19389|On a little palfrey, 19389|And the King of Spain is standing by. 19389|And the King of Spain 19389|Is very old; 19389|So do I think when he sees 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 34210 ======================================== 17393|With their arms. I'm told that a good deal of that is from a 17393|translation 17393|(I think it is Baudrillard's.) 17393|But I say as much of my own head and a good deal from 17393|that of the last poet, who is the poet. "I hope you'll 17393|not think me without fault, for I, you know, am 17393|too fond of my pen--my pen, I fear, has fallen in 17393|poor fashion now--I am not the man, alas, to 17393|question its excellence, or set up my own practice to 17393|concoct the wise, as was done in the Greek and Roman 17393|till that man died. Indeed, I don't know. It looks 17393|as if, for such a great and excellent scholar of the Greek, 17393|the whole of what he wrote ought to have been burned at a 17393|fire of April morning! I don't think I am, though, himself, 17393|a poet--I say. Perhaps you think. Well, maybe, 17393|in a way, I was but a poet, with a pen which long, long ago 17393|was wont to go to ill. I was wont to write, you know. 17393|I'll tell you all about myself so as to help you in 17393|question. I was a young man then; and we lived in a 17393|garden in the garden park at 17393|Bologna, that was then the home of poetical 17393|houses among others, and where many of you were 17393|living still. 17393|We were poets when we had the means; and as my parents 17393|were of a rare kind, they gave me no little 17393|amount of money to go out with on the ice-cream cars. And 17393|that was something, I think, to which I gave by way of a 17393|reward. So a certain figure was suggested to me, 17393|of the most heroic kind, as being on the whole very 17393|fit to serve in any way that might have offered rewards. 17393|That figure was suggested to me as being the head of Italy, 17393|of whose imperial majesty a poem, by a poem, was 17393|possible, if he went with one, whom he afterwards 17393|thought, or more or less imagined, to be rather a great 17393|prince. 17393|And thus, with his head of silver, his imperial majesty 17393|was suggested, with his head of silver, to me as 17393|a post which might be fitly filled. 17393|It is true and it is true, however, that I was not the person 17393|he suggested, was not the one he put in the paper, 17393|as the poet says, was not he put in the paper, at 17393|all. The man who has learned to think of a man by his paper 17393|makes a mistake. I had to work for the paper, and 17393|the paper was always the means of the poet, and was 17393|always the means of the poet. 17393|But it seems to me strange that it should be the other way: 17393|that a poet, who then thought, imagining or thinking 17393|should have the right to work at the paper that could be used for 17393|him, should have the right to treat me as a man, or as a god, 17393|or as a man, and then to send me off as a god, in return: 17393|so that the paper he was putting me in, the paper 17393|at which we poets worked in, should have the right to lay 17393|its hand on and use against me that use of its paper: and 17393|the paper itself, by the very very act of being used in it, 17393|gave me the right, again, to treat me as a god. 17393|So that I am the one, now that I am that one, at best on 17393|even terms with myself--nevertheless, I want to be the one, in 17393|some way. 17393|I want to stand up there, and just make myself known. It 17393|is a pity that I cannot stand up for myself with the people, 17393|with the people, ======================================== SAMPLE 34220 ======================================== Away with you? What! The man's gone? 1287|But I was naught afeard 1287|To ask my mother-in-law 1287|In the first instance 1287|To throw my baby down a fence, 1287|To steal her, by and by, 1287|As a mark for others, too! 1287|Ah, my child! she answered not; 1287|I thought, to-day, 1287|I would not leave you fatherless: 1287|And the father was not she 1287|So cold, that I could bear it.-- 1287|My boy, the day before 1287|My mother brought her child; 1287|And a frightful cry 1287|Came from her mouth, and from her eyes! 1287|The young bridegroom, when she found 1287|The father was not there, 1287|Bowed low to the ground, 1287|And a tear of compassion made, 1287|And tears of conscience too. 1287|And he left, and went away, 1287|And left, and went away 1287|His father's home, and the little ones there, 1287|And a long journey bore: 1287|I, alone in the city, 1287|In the country far away! 1287|In a cottage I dwell, 1287|The mother sleeps and sleepeth, 1287|And the baby sleeps and sleepeth. 1287|The wife to herself 1287|Sings, and in sleep lies she. 1287|And a man who was never wont to give heed 1287|And never came to his home to be alone, 1287|And the very day she'd just arisen, lay 1287|Death in the very grave beneath his head!... 1287|Afar with the dawn, 1287|And the day that is not dawning, 1287|And the death of my babe, 1287|I must seek, and must seek, 1287|My child for the last time. 1287|THE moon to the clouds is lifting, 1287|The sun, 'mid a sudden glow, 1287|Beams on the hill his parting ray, 1287|And on the stream his waves are rolling; 1287|Away with the shadows flitting! 1287|Frightfully gazing, 1287|Frightfully whispering, 1287|Whispering joys,-- 1287|What now, ye woodland ones, your voices loud, 1287|Threatening a startled maid? 1287|Thick rolls the night's dark wave along my way, 1287|The dew-drops from the flowers are falling, 1287|The water-cresses are dropping, 1287|But still--the night--for it will not end; 1287|It will not end till my heart is pure, 1287|And my eyes no longer bleed: 1287|'Tis done! 1287|In my heart 'tis beating-- 1287|Bliss-burned! 1287|And I cry out-- 1287|Bliss-poured! 1287|THE evening star, afar lying, 1287|With one pale beam looks forth at night; 1287|The air, as nearer it draws, 1287|Seems with the light to fill the room. 1287|It rises to mine ears: "Mighty Lord, 1287|Why are thy children's eyes so bright?" 1287|When I am in bed, I am not there 1287|To see it shine so proud--but there 1287|It lies, and all is shadow. 1287|My Lord, I think on Thee--and now, 1287|Thou hast come, and made my woe seem light. 1287|But what, for all thy glory here, 1287|Is all this joy to me? 1287|Wake, and behold thy children;--aye, awake 1287|And see, if thou art in the place 1287|Where Thou did'st heal my soul of pain, 1287|Its earthly wounds all cover. 1287|I, that had all my body burned 1287|That I might see how all around 1287|Is darkening in its burning! 1287|Yea, now, my eyes are blinded; 1287|Wake, come forth, and aid my tears, 1287|For, oh! I ======================================== SAMPLE 34230 ======================================== 29574|And all the tapers of their houses flasheth. 29574|They goe in the water all day long, to and fro, 29574|But at night they all sit downe and sleep like men. 29574|What then is that aroued they to their chambers there? 29574|Is _Cupid_ afraid of _Cupid's_ fire? 29574|What else of consequence wouldst thou see 29574|In his sweet smiles, her golden tresses, and her bent 29574|His little eyes that brighten at thine own eie 29574|With a more chaste and sweetnesseke then they doth? 29574|Nay be not mad, mad were that little eie, 29574|Whilst he in his looks yet seems to have no minde. 29574|Looke to his brighte eyes, and thou see what then? 29574|A happy sight and a new-born joyne in his eyes. 29574|His sweet looks are the stars of heaven and all the rest 29574|He is fairer than all, the most fair of all, 29574|His hair is like the raven's plumes most high, 29574|His cheek more blushing than red-cheeked Catullus. 29574|Yet, if that thou wouldst have him, a new man doo, 29574|The fitter bed for him to sleep on were the earth. 29574|But who shall be the best? who shall be the dyer dry? 29574|His body made of gold, his hair is as white as snow. 29574|Then let us dye _Cupid_ before his body dies. 29574|For if we take him too, there groweth a wanton, 29574|But let us take him too, we shall have no tarts: 29574|And if we take him too, in his young heart we see 29574|A foggue love, as is that sweet and sory, 29574|Of which, as is the case, I dare averse, 29574|The young _Cupid_ will not dry his purenesse. 29574|If so be that my poor louers shall not dy, 29574|We will dye _Cupid_ first, at which most men dyd. 29574|If we dye _Cupid_ before that our selves dy, 29574|All the voyd of loue and all the powernes of power, 29574|In _Cupid's_ honour we will plenish most: 29574|Then will be blest _Cupid_ (and that will I say) 29574|Of his owne and of our whole house, what time 29574|We shalte both take him and our lives quit, 29574|There shall be founde (which doth providently intende 29574|More to be desired then we now have be) 29574|The best house for him, in which to dyd alow, 29574|And make him knowne to bee both both of our sonne. 29574|For it shall appeare that we have all in hand, 29574|To dye _Cupid_ first in his immortall House. 29574|The house of _Cupid_ shall be the highest heap, 29574|Of all things found therein that softness can, 29574|Or e're by heavinesse or thyndest privitie, 29574|Or by the slightest motion, or by power; 29574|And there with the rest with him shall we be: 29574|It sha'nt be easie, it sha'nt be to aght, 29574|To dye _Cupid_ first in him in such a place. 29574|Thus hath he th' order of the laws contynu'd, 29574|The world is made to lyke unto his kinde; 29574|Or let him ne're werke in this mortal place, 29574|And be, as he is, mad or dumb of minde; 29574|Let us be wis 29574|And stil 29574|To dye _Cupid_ first in his owne House. 29574|For though he bee the best of creatures, that live, 29574|As his sweet breath is the stars to our eyes: 29574|And as there is in man 29574|A kindnesse, with his breath to be as nigh, 29574|And his self-love to be ======================================== SAMPLE 34240 ======================================== 42034|The little things. And when the moon is hidden in the west-- 42034|The little moon in bronze, like some old rhyme 42034|We used to read together, 42034|And her gold hairs curl-- 42034|The little things are dear. 42034|You know it is, don't you? Well, that's the way of it: 42034|I know all mine. But you'll help me through, my darling? 42034|Yes; you'll be there to comfort me 42034|Through this night of horror. Don't be afraid; 42034|Look round; 42034|You look much better 42034|Than when last year we took a drive. 42034|It's a pretty car; you needn't stop to get it warmed up: 42034|You look-- 42034|There's a beautiful sight, my darling. 42034|But there's something in some things. It's _I_, isn't it? 42034|I've been here many times 42034|Before; 42034|I think we're right where we've always been, my dear; 42034|A little while ago 42034|There's a place 42034|Is this year's spring, 42034|And here's the same 42034|We couldn't forget 42034|To show it all to you-- 42034|But we'll have our little "prelection" after the war, 42034|For it's the old idea. You'll hear the music of it, 42034|And how we're to do, 42034|We're to help you make history. 42034|And you'll say that you're proud, 42034|When to-night, 42034|With a smile 42034|On your lips, 42034|There's beauty 42034|In that air, 42034|We've been through the story many times: 42034|It's the old idea. You've got "an eye for the flaunt" 42034|And that's the end of them. Look out! Now, don't put me 42034|Like a bug in my hand, 42034|And I'm afraid 42034|Of a spider! What do you say to that? 42034|I'm a bug in your hand-- 42034|You can help me in my business--and then 42034|I'll "put the bug in your eye;" 42034|And you'll smile, and I'll put the spider in, 42034|And go on with the story! 42034|What are you going to do at the end of the summer, 42034|With the little time to pass between Christmas and New Year? 42034|What are you gonna do when the bells are tolling-- 42034|For the little time you've to spend between Christmas and New Year? 42034|You're going to sit in the car, and the old engine shriek, 42034|And you're going to see "The Cut-out" with three or four hundred men-- 42034|The little time that's left you? 42034|You'll put on the old brown jerkin, and take out the Browning rifle, 42034|And follow the fireman round by round round round that old fireman's 42034|"Qui, pauper dans son corps et l'acche Parure... 42034|Pauvre un jour qui pauvre un jour parure?" 42034|The little time you've to spend-- 42034|It doesn't matter whether it's with the old engine or the old 42034|"Do they come back." 42034|Do they come back, do they come back to a strange country? 42034|Or is it all alone, and the only thing in the world left to me? 42034|There's nothing left to do, and nothing left to say, 42034|And I hear the little swallows in the sky, 42034|And the people who would be a-living and whole and true,-- 42034|Ah yes, my children, come to my birthday! 42034|Come, my children, with your fathers' faces all facing me. 42034|And let me look for the days that are over,-- 42034|And the little things that are lost forever! 42034|Here are the words the great world has given to me, 42034|Words of the silence and the calm and the starlight 42034|Which are ever at my side when I sing. 42034 ======================================== SAMPLE 34250 ======================================== 27195|My name's Maude Moore, maude mine's Maude, 27195|Now tell me about our ma'l man, 27195|Tell me about your ma'l man, 27195|Tell me about your ma'l man, 27195|Tell me about your ma'l man. 27195|My name's Maude Moore, maude mine's Maude; 27195|Now I don't know your ma'l man, 27195|You know me all right, maude mine's Maude. 27195|"What's the hurry, you boy?" you'd say. 27195|"Hurry and run to me or I'll kill you!" 27195|Hurry and run and kill me, you boy, 27195|Hurry and run and stay for me." 27195|Hurry and run to my or I'll kill you, 27195|You know that my ma' is near!" 27195|Hurry and run to my or I'll kill you, 27195|You know that my ma' ain't near!" 27195|Hurry and run, boy, and you won't get out! 27195|Let 'way all yō' boys the que an' run!" 27195|Let 'way all yō' boys the que an' run! 27195|Here's your ma'ad, 27195|Here's my ma'ad, 27195|Aye an' here's our ma'ad. 27195|A gander got a little to tō' a froon, 27195|A man stood hawter, 27195|Fust to tell, 27195|He's got to go away, 27195|Kasey an' b'l'b, 27195|Aye an' here's our ma'ad. 27195|A' t'woks 27195|Comes fra' 27195|Aye an' here's our ma'ad. 27195|Neea, folks was bad! the nicht went like an ant, 27195|Noo, folks was bad, we had to run to tō' tō'; 27195|Wee Billy gitten t' most in t' shop 27195|Gat big and brown, 27195|T' lad to sell us, 27195|Fust to sell us. 27195|The lad he did not know, 27195|Neea, folks was bad! 27195|He 'lowed he heerd good advice, 27195|He said thet he wust a bit o' beyant, 27195|I 'sturbed a bit, 27195|Neea, folks was bad! 27195|Wee Billy bought at all t' fair, 27195|Neea, folks was bad! 27195|But when he got there Willie tuk his money, 27195|He looked so 'round, 27195|He 'lowed he 'd some, 27195|Neea, folks was bad! 27195|He took Willie to t' station, 27195|"There's some to sell," he says to me, 27195|"Here's some to sell, 27195|Here's some to sell, 27195|Here's some to sell." 27195|Thet t'wunkin', he 'lowed he heerd 27195|A beggar tellin' t' man that he kin 27195|Grabble an' lie, 27195|An' 't wus what it was he hed, an' say, 27195|That t'wunkin' beggar he 'lowed he'd done, 27195|"Don't you wish you was home, Willie?" 27195|"Nawww," said Willie, 27195|"You 'd knaw it, 27195|'Wusn't t'yō' time to git home, Willie." 27195|"Heek-like, Willie," said I, "an' git t' ho-shop." 27195|"Wuk's a wuk!" said Willie, 27195|"I'd eat my fill, 27195|An' 'a'n', Willie." 27195|Oh! don't yeh get tuk at Willie! 27195|It's fine to git a little bit o' fun; 27195|But be'ind you time, Willie, git a' touchin' 27195|'Em down an' kill 'em, like he done ======================================== SAMPLE 34260 ======================================== 1837|In the old ways." 1837|"Ah, the old ways!" she sighed 1837|In the old ways. 1837|In the old ways they are dead. 1837|In the old ways. 1837|Out of the heart of a bird 1837|Came the secret, the life, 1837|I would sing a song of the sea 1837|And the heart of a man 1837|Ere he die, 1837|Heart and mind and spirit strong 1837|In the sea! 1837|Echo, Echo, in the gray 1837|Frosty days, 1837|What is death but an empty name-- 1837|A windblown rose 1837|That withers in a hot wind's strength? 1837|Toll o'er the summer sea, 1837|Toll o'er the winter sea 1837|Until it seem 1837|A dream, 1837|A ghostly ghost, a shape of fear 1837|Comes up from the dark 1837|And stares at you, with lips as cold 1837|As a snowflake. 1837|A gleam on the water 1837|Like a smile on a face, 1837|A light on the shadow 1837|That falls in the night, 1837|And a wind in the shadow 1837|That shakes the wave 1837|O'er the shadow! 1837|We are the shadows of love, 1837|The ghosts of dreams; 1837|Our eyes are closed to the light, 1837|Our hands are clasped to the dark; 1837|For our soul is wan with the sun, 1837|For our soul is cold with the wind. 1837|The wind is in the shadow, 1837|The wind is in the sea, 1837|Yet the storm is not dead; 1837|The spirit of me is a breeze... 1837|And I have forgotten my heart. 1837|Is it death to have forgotten? 1837|But, though I have forgotten my own, 1837|Why this life in the dark, 1837|Why this life with the sound 1837|Of its empty breath. 1837|All life is darkness, 1837|All love is a love that has flown; 1837|And the sea wanes and wanes and wanes; 1837|And the dreams of my soul, O dream, 1837|Wane and wane 1837|And wane. 1837|But my heart and my soul wane and wane, 1837|And I know not nor wane, I know not why, 1837|Alone on the high waters, 1837|Alone under the night, 1837|The soul of me, alone, 1837|Wanes and wanes 1837|And wanes. 1837|Woe is the soul of me! for I am old; 1837|Woe is to lose the light in the heavens above. 1837|Life has flown on the waves-- 1837|The eyes of Time have closed on me, 1837|And they are dim as my gray hairs grow white 1837|Under the snowfall in the sunless skies. 1837|Life has flown on the waves! and the sea-- 1837|I know not how it fared 1837|Before the winds blew through it in their quest-- 1837|Wreaks havoc with man 1837|And with all men! 1837|There it lies cold and motionless and white, 1837|A senseless, dead ghost 1837|Under the snow, 1837|Under the snow. 1837|There is cold in my heart and there is fire 1837|In my blood; 1837|Albeit my life groweth old, my life 1837|Groweth old with me 1837|And my soul 1837|Grows old with me. 1837|The soul of me 1837|Hath grown old with the winds 1837|Whose laughter is light as the sea 1837|That sleeps against the sky. 1837|I pray for the soul of me 1837|That I may not leave my grave, 1837|Or the sun never shine on my sleep, 1837|And never know death. 1837|For the soul of me 1837|Whom God loved and put to birth 1837|At midnight time in ======================================== SAMPLE 34270 ======================================== 10602|In joye and in peace, which the same do thee delight! 10602|O, gentle, soft, and beauteous fayr, 10602|O Deare, faire Nymph, that e're could see, 10602|That I for soone did do thee right! 10602|Now do I see thy glory comming, 10602|And joye to be first in thy place! 10602|From her bright father by the Gods received, 10602|That her did ere before so blis see, 10602|Whose faire daughter she was on his sight, 10602|With eyes, that now her light did seeme lowe, 10602|And with fair maiestie his heart did smother. 10602|So soon as dayes dawn the twil, 10602|And ris'n sun, that doth his rays provide, 10602|The heavens faire eyes he do finde 10602|In his delight the night to semeane, 10602|He smiles, and in his blisse sittes up hede, 10602|Not yet deceiu'd, but in his magnifiee, 10602|With what pleasure he can now finde, 10602|That he his blisses now will not reioyse, 10602|For which at least he is not full ware. 10602|The sun, which now is in his geer 10602|Of roonde from hence, is wont alway, 10602|With his bright beams his soule did blinde, 10602|That it him well behoue beware. 10602|But she that was his faire leade 10602|With that good deaw, gan now to blench, 10602|And with her white bosome fayre 10602|About his waist clunge vext and fayre, 10602|And made him soone to shrowd to her his leafe, 10602|To seeke the sweetnesse of his deaw. 10602|Ah, what a comfort it is to see 10602|Her faire face so oft his leade to vyce! 10602|But now her face in shade doth lie, 10602|That now it doth not dim his sighte! 10602|Whilest his glading eye doth feed 10602|On her which him dooth so much admite, 10602|That it hath all the beauties thrift, 10602|VVhich to his sight it bright ne has given, 10602|VVith him it makes, and causeth his felawm to glow. 10602|And now the sun hath past his gooly noon, 10602|And nigh to day the day departs, 10602|When as the sunne waxeth darke, 10602|VVherein day shold be ended. 10602|But natheles, when as the day doth end, 10602|The worldes good-bye, and to remeve 10602|Of nympus bright stars is ended: 10602|For which all lights with quenchlesse might 10602|In their own fires burne up at last, 10602|And all the heavenly spectacles, 10602|Which heate doth their shining dure; 10602|All fell dim as aire doth a fire, 10602|So was it ended now that day 10602|Which to the gloire ne had done more. 10602|But when the world was ended best, 10602|The night began her dreadful tale, 10602|And night began her terrible tale, 10602|That all the heavens might wonder: 10602|The sunne of heaven, that most did bee 10602|In splendour, being ended, being bede, 10602|Doe still her wont, for that she still must bee. 10602|The stars that now in heaven glory shine 10602|VVhich to begin new worlds of light, 10602|Were alles endned, being ended: 10602|Since where the world was ended is, 10602|It is resolved to place for evermore 10602|A world new; which to remember is, 10602|That whilome was the firste beginning of man. 10602|Thus ended the first day, and that end, 10602|Whilest the sunne that thence did draw 10602|VVhence from his mooninge course, ======================================== SAMPLE 34280 ======================================== 15370|And that I will return it to you 15370|"My dear, do you remember 15370|We used to play together 15370|"At the "Bird's World"! 15370|How they did laugh, 15370|While those lovely birds 15370|Came, one by one, 15370|Down to us round the hearth-side 15370|"_So_ you may feel 15370|The joy of being alive, 15370|I'll give you back your shell 15370|That you dropped in the sky, 15370|The shell you always wanted 15370|When you were a baby-- 15370|But I'll tell it you, 15370|Don't let old Time 15370|Debase the charm of your shells 15370|"They're only shells, 15370|And I want you to know 15370|That a shell is but a shell, 15370|And the same cannot be said 15370|Of a flower that is found 15370|Half-shrivelled and white, 15370|Or a currant-plucked apple 15370|That has been through the press, 15370|Or a rose of the May 15370|Stained by the May-bug's breath. 15370|How, though, do you think it will look? 15370|When a rose I have found, 15370|I have not lost the perfume of it, 15370|Nor the dear, familiar sweetness 15370|Of my own, loved-one's scent, 15370|But I'll say it over and over, 15370|And your very soul will taste,-- 15370|Here's to the "Bird's World!" 15370|As you came out this way--so small 15370|And small the world appears, 15370|And you pass, with a timid laugh, 15370|A little space between. 15370|If you could see your own sweet face, 15370|Would you look the same, 15370|As you come past the hedge-round pane 15370|Where your shell-cat chum lingers? 15370|Would you change the bright blue sky 15370|Just because the blue is rare, 15370|And the bright blue hills 15370|Are not near so sweet to grow? 15370|Would you change the air that shines 15370|In your shell-cat's blue and white? 15370|Oh, would you change the sun-browned cheeks 15370|And the brownish eyes 15370|With their tuft of brown-black hair? 15370|Would you change so well, that now 15370|It seems you never knew pain? 15370|I wish that you could see me, 15370|I wish that you could look into my eyes, 15370|And I could hear you talk 15370|As I used to do-- 15370|And it's nothing, now, 15370|As you come over the hill. 15370|I wish that the very birds 15370|We could watch, would say, 15370|"When the flowers are just like you 15370|I shall always be." 15370|I wish that the very birds 15370|We could see, would laugh, 15370|And, when you cross the way, 15370|Climb up the hedge-side. 15370|You'll ask, "And what does he do?" 15370|And you'll ask, "How can he be so small?" 15370|You'll ask that very day, 15370|I keep you waiting. 15370|But it's harmless play, 15370|We don't care a damn-- 15370|And he won't ask you 15370|All the questions you don't know-- 15370|"How can he be so small?" 15370|When you tell him all 15370|He will think, think, think, 15370|He will tell you what is wrong 15370|And will pray you kindly, 15370|And will say, "I'm so sorry, sir, 15370|I've been very naughty!" 15370|And you cannot help him, sir; 15370|You'll have to say, 15370|"Perhaps you don't know, sir, 15370|That a shell is very small!" 15370|We want a shell with blue eyes, 15370|It will be a bright, bright life, 15370|You can hold it like ======================================== SAMPLE 34290 ======================================== 1365|And it was the hour of dinner." 1365|"If that be so, I ask of You, 1365|Whence comest thou? Tell me who is good 1365|Who hath served Noah!" 1365|"I know not," spake the youth, 1365|"Wherefore thus beset me, stranger! 1365|Or whither I am bound!" 1365|"Thou didst not sin, thou child of woe, 1365|But thou canst save a brother. 1365|I came, thou said, to see 1365|The king, and he hath given me 1365|Thy house!" 1365|This is what he says:-- 1365|"He that hath given me thy house 1365|Hath loved a woman; 1365|The maiden called me, I did not err, 1365|And I, dear lord, 1365|Have given thee thy house!" 1365|And now I will go down with thee, 1365|Thou holy man, and hear the tale! 1365|How often I have talked with thee, 1365|What strange and awful legends trace 1365|Through the strange and dreamy air 1365|Which, like a darkling forest, falls, 1365|Into the plain! 1365|How often the words that come to me, 1365|When, like a dream, I hear them spoken, 1365|For the voice of man and woman! 1365|In the far-off days, before the world 1365|Was made for birth and change, 1365|Before the first of men was born, 1365|Before the patriarch dwelt. 1365|And in those days the Lord was just, 1365|And smiled upon His people still, 1365|With just a word to them. 1365|On a certain day, in Eden green, 1365|When the Lord came back to see 1365|The great labor of the world were done, 1365|And earth's new day was seen, 1365|And all the sons of God were gathered there 1365|To meet in His garden bower, 1365|There was peace among the Angels, 1365|And the Lord said to Noah, Go, 1365|For he is great in grace! 1365|"I have no son, old friend," said the Lord. 1365|"But I have taken a son, 1365|And he is great in grace 1365|"And many sons between the pairs 1365|Of patriarchs from the south; 1365|"And he will take a host of them all 1365|By violence, and bloodshed, and death, 1365|Soon as he may see his day." 1365|I am so lonely! I have said, 1365|In the quiet of my house, 1365|All my thoughts, and none has heard 1365|Of them but me alone. 1365|They have stolen my heart away; 1365|And the wail is drowned in pain, 1365|And the heart-break heavy and deep 1365|Has fallen in the room. 1365|In this little farm-house by the sea 1365|All alone with nothing done 1365|But the wave and an empty nook 1365|They have taken my heart away. 1365|And the wail is drowned in pain, 1365|And the heart-break heavy and deep 1365|Has fallen in the room. 1365|I am so lonely! I have said 1365|In the silence that is here 1365|As I lean in the old familiar way, 1365|With the old familiar face, 1365|Where are the songs that filled my life 1365|First with joy and then with pain? 1365|Where are the hours that in that hour 1365|Made me young and kept me young, 1365|That broke my heart and filled my heart 1365|With tender sorrow and rest? 1365|I am so lonely! I have said 1365|In the silence that is here 1365|As I lean down and press his cheek 1365|On the pillow of his breast. 1365|For him there was no night to break 1365|Nor day to dawn in the night, 1365|Nor light to shed upon my pain 1365|Nor shade to play before the light; 1365|For him the heart- ======================================== SAMPLE 34300 ======================================== 15553|And the old-world legends of your race 15553|We will chant, though the songs be old: 15553|Let it be ours to live for its sake, 15553|And remember how the stars shine bright. 15553|The stars! and when you are dead and gone 15553|And all is forgot, some face will look-- 15553|If you were here--on your face how red!-- 15553|On the white face on which you died, 15553|With the eyes of a haggard boy, 15553|The old eyes you loved so, seeking, hiding 15553|A tear that never comes, 15553|With the hair of brown, with the lips of morn. 15553|Oh! there will be the wonder in that face, 15553|The wonder in that smile, 15553|Of the first kiss, if you never more 15553|Shall smile on us with your last, last kiss. 15553|And that is the end of everything,-- 15553|_The moon-hill and the sea-cliff, and a ship. 15553|The road goes over the sea, the road stays over the sea._ 15553|_In a lane of light, green grass and blossoming wheat, 15553|_A little house is a little country-home,-- 15553|A sweet house is the golden-rod and yellow-bell, 15553|A bruised house is in shadow, a fallen-up shed._ 15553|_You who are glad with the springtime and the fall-- 15553|A sweet heart is the broken-up trough and stone. 15553|The old dog with his ears is listening in the shed._ 15553|_A little house is a little country-lane. 15553|A sweet heart is a broken-up trough and stone._ 15553|_You who are weary with the summer, and weary with the morn. 15553|A sweet breeze is the blowing down in russet clothes, 15553|And the wild-flowers of the land are in white flags' glory._ 15553|_You who are sad with the fall of the snow on the plain, 15553|Or the black topper in the chimney:_ 15553|_The road goes over the field, the way stays over the field._ 15553|_The road goes over the hill and the road stays over the hill._ 15553|_A little house is a little house and a broken-up trough and stone._ 15553|_You who are glad with the autumn, and the winter and noon._ 15553|_A sweet house is a broken-up trough and stone._ 15553|_You who are sad with winter, and with dawn._ 15553|_A sweet wind is blowing now from the snow in the field._ 15553|_You who are weary with the rain and the snow._ 15553|_The old dog with his ears is listening in the shed._ 15553|_The old dog is listening in the shed._ 15553|_In the grassy lanes and in the lonely wold._ 15553|_Lonely on the road and silent in the wood._ 15553|_Lonely in the wood and weary in the field._ 15553|_There is no sound the wind may throw over the wood, 15553|Nor any bird that sings above the maple trees. 15553|But, in the lonely wood, where the white stars shine, 15553|They are all waiting and waiting, the wild-bees that hover: 15553|The fragrant honey-bee, that comes no more! 15553|The wild-bees are waiting and waiting, the gray leaves that gather 15553|In the winter woods, I know where they must be. 15553|The honey-bee's heart is in their bosom. 15553|O the dark night in the house and in the wood!... 15553|The tree-toads piping come, and fetch the blood of the 15553|blackthorn down the lane, 15553|And hoarse of the mooring-tub the great blackbird's curse. 15553|Now to the woods they go in the winter night, 15553|To watch o'er their homes when forth from the city they take their 15553|comfort in the wood. 15553|They come and they bring the little hives from the fields through 15553|the open door, and over the roof with a loud noise they beat 15553|the dust in a thousand tiny pockets ======================================== SAMPLE 34310 ======================================== 8672|With heart-warmest eyes and cheek-kindling cheek. 8672|But now the little house is gone, 8672|The windows all had vanished from the wall: 8672|And when the door is open wide, 8672|To gaze from thence, the eyes are all astray. 8672|For in the garden's midst a wood's 8672|Of pretty daisies, green as fountains, lie: 8672|Each a tall woman, white in beauty's pride, 8672|Her hair is silver, and a silver thread. 8672|As on they crawl, with merry bound, 8672|The little house shall vanish from their view. 8672|_The Bird in the Beak, etc._ 8672|In vain the little one's ears they pluck, 8672|In vain her fingers creep about to pluck; 8672|In vain her lips their kisses rend, 8672|In vain her fingers move, in vain she speaks: 8672|The little miss had better to forget 8672|The little miss had better to forget. 8672|The little miss had better to forget 8672|The little miss had better now to miss; 8672|For now the little bird has gone away, 8672|And left the nest unharmed and hid from sight: 8672|_The Bird in the Beak, etc._ 8672|And even at this moment, 8672|When she is lying silent and asleep, 8672|The little miss sleeps soundly in her bed; 8672|And yet she hears a little cry, 8672|The cry of a little child, that is gone, 8672|And sees the wind sweeping round 8672|The little bird that has flown away. 8672|The little bird that has flown away, 8672|How can its wings be warm, again, 8672|When wind the whole round ring round? 8672|The little bird that has flown away 8672|How can its wings be warm again? 8672|The little bird that has flown away 8672|To seek a new pasture new, 8672|How can it see its former grass or clover-tree, 8672|When no green fields are near it? 8672|The little bird that has flown away 8672|Can see no more its pasture, 8672|Can see no more its pasture, 8672|And hears no more the voice of mother. 8672|The little bird that has flown away 8672|Can hear no more the voice of mother, 8672|Can hear no more the voice of mother. 8672|And when she comes at last to seek her rest, 8672|A little child is waiting for her all; 8672|And it is cold, and he is weak, 8672|And when she comes at last to seek her rest 8672|No child is near enough to feel her hand, 8672|No child is near enough to feel her hand, 8672|No hand, but has its palm, its palm, 8672|To give for him who, having heard 8672|The little child was near, had flown 8672|Into the wind and left her far 8672|And left her all alone with sorrow. 8672|It was a little lad but not too old to play, 8672|With little blue eyes and feathery tail; 8672|He had a little house--and not a barn to mind, 8672|Nor any sheep to keep--but he would run 8672|With his little bird's-eye sight, to give them bread 8672|And water to wash the dirt from everything they used. 8672|He had a little sheep whereon he fed his brood, 8672|But in the dell he always wanted a fly; 8672|So he went to fetch it, and with haste he went 8672|To feed it and lodge it in the green, 8672|But as he got near it, all the first thing he knew, 8672|He heard it moan and moan, so he ran to see 8672|If he could help it--not understanding what it said. 8672|His feathers in a tangle were all full of dirt, 8672|His little feet so shod so bare, 8672|His little eyes to the green so dim, 8672|Which were very bright and keen, 8672|His ears for nothing but to hear the call 8672|Of the little bird that cried in the dark ======================================== SAMPLE 34320 ======================================== 24269|In the dark, where I, with sorrow sore 24269|Am stung and vex'd, a little space to stay? 24269|How shall I reach it, whom it will please 24269|To be, while ever it is, away? 24269|So lamenting, weeping, they, the Goddess said; 24269|Then cast themselves on the shores, and sleep 24269|Beneath the rocks. 24269|They slumber sound. The swarms of sleeping fish 24269|Grow up like shadows; and they, from the cave, 24269|Of all their watchful flock, in many wise 24269|Toil through the dark in search of the cave-mouth. 24269|Soon as they come to the depth beneath, 24269|They take to their wings, and up through the rocks 24269|Dash down, and toil in open air again; 24269|Till, soon as night is past, they, as before, 24269|Fly to the cave, where it lies hidden. All night 24269|Terrific o'er it stand the watchful Nereids, 24269|And with their nymphs of the ocean-girt isle 24269|Ixion's daughters, who, with songs, exult, 24269|And flutter their hoary sides on high. 24269|But when the rosy-finger'd day, whose beam 24269|Sheds on their brows the fairest light, appears, 24269|Thus they to sleep the nymphs, their beauteous flock, 24269|And with them Ixion's daughters, slumber sound. 24269|Then, with their watchful shepherd, they the rocks 24269|Molest, and with them to the cave they go, 24269|And on the rocks roll boulders; thence, when once 24269|Sated, to beak, beneath, the snows they bear, 24269|And make the caverns to melt and to sublimate. 24269|These, I see, the Gods have made, and toiled, and wrought, 24269|And now the task awaits thee to perform. 24269|I wish for thee, O man, to have thee here, 24269|That thou may'st share with me my pleasures sweet. 24269|For, oh! thou seem'st to me no other thing 24269|Than what I deem is common to all things, 24269|In all regions round, and in each clime, 24269|But man, that every place is thine to love, 24269|Or kindle the fondest appetite. 24269|So shall I speed thy pleasures, then, to thee, 24269|And with them all the glories of the land 24269|I will perform, and all my other care, 24269|As one of thy sons, whose noble life is run. 24269|Whom Saturnian Neptune answered thus. 24269|Old monster! I have kept thee evermore 24269|Since thou, in thy own cavern, to thy home 24269|Wast born, while I was come hither with thee, 24269|Thence, first, I bid thee here, then, hither send 24269|This man, that hitherward I may display 24269|My gifts, that I may honour thee again. 24269|So they dissented, and the Gods in council 24269|Found fault with that design which they had rash, 24269|And the God thus them addressed.--Atrides! 24269|Why, with no other thing, hast thou resolved 24269|Thus late, and, first, hast brought thyself to terms. 24269|Ye, of your father's wealth the heirs, are they 24269|That shall possess all, and shall thy son inherit? 24269|Then answer thus divine Tethys divine. 24269|What word shall I deliver to thy heart, 24269|If thou should'st read it in the ear of Jove? 24269|For I am, thou say'st, an aged Nereid 24269|Pamper'd with her attire: I am most fair 24269|In all I do, I am their ornament, 24269|Their beauty's reward, their most beloved wish, 24269|And all their praise, that from his country sprung 24269|These in turn, who hapless in the deep 24269|Now live, though Gods none they; yet shall he, 24269| ======================================== SAMPLE 34330 ======================================== 1279|'Twa then o' course I went the-road, to get to't. 1279|I ne'er before wast to regretful, 1279|Lest he wi' a' his plans me change; 1279|And yet, aften where I spy him, 1279|There's not an unco wee bit thing; 1279|I maun gang an' let him tak me 1279|Wi' a' his plans frae hither ye. 1279|In my grave I'll aye remember 1279|What a dear wi' my dear wi's; 1279|How I set him aboon the heather, 1279|Wi' a' his dearies to be seen, 1279|And weel I ken whaur the gowden 1279|Was first o' the hills that bloomed then; 1279|And whaur the dew-drop was beginning 1279|To gowd o' the blossom o' my love, 1279|And wis the rose o' her blush o' mine. 1279|There's but a wee bit to nor'wancy, 1279|But I'll aye remember thee, 1279|As I last night cam hame at yokin', 1279|And the first auld chap was ne'er seein' 1279|Wi' a' his love for me. 1279|The last I'll aye remember thee, 1279|Thou art the lave o' my sorrow, 1279|Thou art the prime, and the best confound'ly; 1279|The lave o' my troubles is thee, 1279|The prime confound'ly is thee. 1279|My ain kind dearie, thou art wondrous 1279|To think thysel' was ever so dour, 1279|To think thy heart wad ne'er be sighsome 1279|To think that thou thysel' were wither'd! 1279|Thy days are wrapt in thy wither'd laurels, 1279|Thy airs are wafted to the skies; 1279|And then thy voice is sad to hear, 1279|Thy praises flow as dainties sweet, 1279|In joy to think thy life was brief, 1279|That it hush'd love's tearfu' tear. 1279|If nature made thee cruel, 1279|And e'en thy spirit daunted, 1279|Why did she leave thee then, wi' a' thy cheer? 1279|I'll ne'er forget thee. 1279|If I never again may meet thee, 1279|That happy time, oh! let it be 1279|That my last throe it must be 1279|The sadest o' them a'! 1279|Though nature made thee cruel, 1279|Yet pardon my despair. 1279|My grief, and grief, and grief, 1279|Are mingled together. 1279|Oh! my auld mither's pouks! and I! 1279|When youthfu' Love shall pouks awaken, 1279|And raving, rage at what the Fates 1279|Have sin'd, and righter ta'en the Fate, 1279|To what, in truth, am I to blame, 1279|What does the Muse or Art demand, 1279|But--to love thee, oh! cruel, dear? 1279|If thou be bonie, and I dear, 1279|Tho' death the present can't mak hame, 1279|We, kindred, nae better match mair-- 1279|I dare na tell, but, ah! I fear, 1279|That love maks a' the grief I feel: 1279|For tho' the earth maun cheer auld age, 1279|I fear some death maun gie us a'! 1279|O, that to me, were riches blest, 1279|The pride of rank, the power on't, 1279|On a' the proudest I maun own, 1279|I wad hae my heart forsaken! 1279|Were riches blest, I wad hae them all; 1279|They're a' my solace, a' my joy, 1279|I dare na tell wha 'tis that siteth, 1279|And by rights, the pride of a'! ======================================== SAMPLE 34340 ======================================== 2428|What then? I can, I cannot see. 2428|You are the man. I'll say no more-- 2428|I'll kiss you, and I'll live on still. 2428|Then, I'll say what I have to say: 2428|You were the cause I struck a blow, 2428|And, if I struck at all, I want 2428|A big patent with a name like yours." 2428|The poet went;--"If yet, O Pope, 2428|A man's a man, and is not I; 2428|If to the very best I can 2428|A man's a man, but what is this? 2428|A man's a man! If that you mean, 2428|I'll love you ever, forever. 2428|I'll love you till the day I die-- 2428|So say the days that are long past. 2428|The days that are long past! 2428|'Twas I took no such delight in 2428|Th' enjoyment of this lady: 2428|Nor any day can that delight be, 2428|Whose joy is to be hated, as _our_ joy! 2428|But if you could! but, if that ever, 2428|Love, with some gentle smile, the lady give; 2428|To me the day is past, that gives you hell! . . . 2428|That is the matter of all true men's loves. 2428|How much you love her, what a wife to be, 2428|The most a man can wish, for love's sake so long: 2428|A wife, the envy of all else in life! 2428|Oh! what a world you would build up in your arms! 2428|Where to be merry, where to reign, and where! 2428|And there you are, by Jove's command, at home-- 2428|You're the man! say what is wrong in you? 2428|Say what is wrong in you? 2428|'Tis not love wrong, or life, or books, or friends; 2428|The joys you love, why, God wot, could you forget? 2428|You say no woman ever yet gave me a joy 2428|In such excess, and none of them do I know. 2428|But I _could_ have lived without love,--why, let that pass! 2428|No; to be free in me, love would have gone. 2428|That doth a ruin love. Oh, what a wreck, you say? 2428|Say no! and say no, not even this. 2428|And though I say no, to be fair to you, 2428|That is no reason at all for saying no. 2428|I'll give you a thousand, and keep the thousand: 2428|Your word's a thousand, and mine's a million. 2428|'Tis all that you can get, and that's enough; 2428|You _can't_ get what you'd give, if you would give true; 2428|'Tis all that you can, and that's friendship too. 2428|A million! why count the sum? I could never do it, 2428|And, if I could, I would not, with any art. 2428|I could not do the million, but I love you so, 2428|And that's enough, and that's love enough! 2428|I know a man who loves a thousand things, 2428|Perennial and pied and flowering; 2428|Plebeial and pied and budding, 2428|Perennial and pied and blossoming. 2428|A thousand flowers adorn his door; 2428|Yet, ah, one lone flower is missing. 2428|Where that lone flower shall strew the meads? 2428|He loves it so,--he leaves it behind. 2428|A thousand nymphs his peer possess; 2428|Yet one is missing,--the maid of light! 2428|A thousand nymphs his peer possess; 2428|Yet, one is missing--the maid of day! 2428|A thousand nymphs his peer possess; 2428|Yet, one is missing--the nymph of night! 2428|And thus he loves a thousand things, 2428|Perennial and pied and flowering; 2428|Ple ======================================== SAMPLE 34350 ======================================== 27297|We must seek to find thee, Lord, and then 27297|Thou wilt return and all will be well. 27297|So, from our life and all-conquering, 27297|Let us love thee best. 27297|_To-night the flowers of Autumn wane in 27297|On the hill-tops where the trees are dead._ 27297|The night is still, and a star shudders 27297|Above the snow: 27297|I watch the stars, and the winds their grief 27297|Are moaning in the trees. 27297|The night is still, and the woods are 27297|Still as the moon at night, 27297|I feel the quiet peace of heaven o'er 27297|My heart that's still. 27297|I hear a singing in the wood, 27297|And from every darkling glade, 27297|Cull up a voice that knows not mine, 27297|Save that it sings. 27297|A golden glory overpays 27297|The world we loved and knew: 27297|My dreams are golden now to-night, 27297|And mine, oh, mine! 27297|Love, we have walked with you 27297|Since our first-loves met; 27297|I see the old grey woods and glades 27297|Thrill with the love we knew. 27297|I hear you still, but now 27297|The love we knew 27297|Tells of a new life on the wide earth-- 27297|A life we meet. 27297|And I too meet the old 27297|With the old-like years 27297|Whither our first-loves' love would fly 27297|If we could know! 27297|And we too meet, you and I 27297|In dreamland still, 27297|But the old, old songs are not forgotten; 27297|We know the new; 27297|Only a touch will bring them true 27297|And strange again! 27297|The old wild yearning of the old, 27297|The old wild love 27297|In the new young world of ours, 27297|That makes our soul to be 27297|A little bird-call, calling in the empty air, 27297|Where stars and wind-blown shadows rise and set, 27297|Till all the heart of space is one deep throbbing string 27297|And Time and Love are not; 27297|For all our dreams are only dreams: 27297|We find that they are not, that they are ours! 27297|Thou that hast given me life 27297|That which I am not; 27297|To Life's own high appeal 27297|Thou gavest me. 27297|Life that which has been my home below 27297|In all the ways of Death, 27297|Wherever light hath ruled, 27297|Wherever pain hath sought, 27297|Wherever hope has smiled, 27297|Wherever life has been, 27297|Wherever Love hath shown 27297|The way thereof. 27297|O my strong God, who seest 27297|Thy shadowed face in me 27297|And, looking still to thee, 27297|Turnest thy life-long smile 27297|Into a peace for me-- 27297|O Life and Love, I know, 27297|And at thy feet I borrow 27297|My noblest rest! 27297|Oh, that from yon sky-line 27297|Deep and far thou were; 27297|That I, who, lone as thou, 27297|Sleep not with thee! 27297|For Love's the only hope 27297|That hath the right to be 27297|The keeper of Heaven's gate, 27297|The keeper of Hell. 27297|The dark will hide it better, 27297|But Love will see it through 27297|When, Love will hear, and see, 27297|Or, Hate will hear but say 27297|"Ascend, with me!" 27297|_A dream of Love that came to me in a dream of You_ 27297|_And Love that came to me as a song, or love no more_ 27297|_Farewell, farewell!_ 27297|It comes and cometh, and Love will not go. 27297|It ======================================== SAMPLE 34360 ======================================== 15370|"I wish it was so, and I could see 15370|The sun to-day from the window, sweet." 15370|The sun, alas! 15370|Arose too soon. 15370|"Oh, what is the matter! 15370|It makes me ill, 15370|The room is like a tropic sun! 15370|I wish the sun had gone back to England!" 15370|'Tis only the sun, 15370|Whose cheerful rays 15370|Appear to bid 15370|Our souls depart, 15370|That they are happy and free: 15370|Whose smiles are so much sweet 15370|That I am all content, 15370|Saying, "I'll come again." 15370|To the sea! to the sea! 15370|I see your white billows rolling seaward, 15370|I see them with their billows white, 15370|I hear your murmurous chant of glee, 15370|That, like the sea's, is free and wild. 15370|I see your black cormorants swing, 15370|With spring's sweet bells 15370|Faintly tinkling in the deep, 15370|Where, like a sailor on his watch, 15370|The day-god, never weary, plays. 15370|I hear your mirth at morning's birth-- 15370|How calm the sun-god smiles, 15370|At evening, through his thousand leaves, 15370|How gracious the earth's soft breeze! 15370|I see the mighty sea-waves flow, 15370|How vast, and all around 15370|So clear, the blue above, 15370|So full, so bright, you seem the moon! 15370|Oh, what is the cause of all this? 15370|Why do I ever feel so melancholy, 15370|When, on my back 15370|In silence, the long waves beat? 15370|Is it the wanton wind? 15370|Is it that empty glass 15370|That makes me feel like a sick man sick? 15370|No more the calm waves beat, 15370|No more they seem to flow, 15370|For from my bosom I exhale 15370|A silent, shuddering sigh-- 15370|I turn with a start from the calm tide. 15370|I am sick--I am sick-- 15370|Of such discordant voices as that of Mr. Waddell, 15370|Who comes and pleads for me-- 15370|"Wife, 'tis your 'prentice's bride, 15370|You to whom 'f it is possible, 15370|I should like to be persuaded otherwise!" 15370|I could not think 15370|How to defend 15370|My feelings so bravely until the day were done-- 15370|Or have he come to say 15370|Some joke to me, 15370|The while I am, in great pain, and in great torment, 15370|"What do you 'bout my wounds?-- 15370|Is it the 'somatic liquor or the 'vitrous liquor?" 15370|And my poor heart was torn 15370|Asunder, and in life's dim twilight 15370|An angel rose to intervene; 15370|While it's not the fault, perhaps, of my 'fores,-- 15370|Nor, certainly, the fault,--it's my 'inconvenience.' 15370|"Mr. Hodge! it is a _discovery_, 15370|But I am a 'fereberer, 15370|And if you would have me on 15370|I would take you up in the morning, 15370|When the sun is shining clear, 15370|And we shall explore some hundred 15370|Dim islands in the ocean, 15370|For which I have to work the day before." 15370|"Come! don't be shy--you'll try it, 15370|And we shall be pleased, I assure you-- 15370|You have the 'rater'--that is a _civic_ obligation; 15370|And I'm happy to obey, 15370|In a measure, the will 15370|Of a man we've never met before, 15370|Who is not apt to tell us twice." 15370|I am a man of business. 15370|I have ======================================== SAMPLE 34370 ======================================== 18500|Wha're you are I'll a' mind you; 18500|Or, if ye want a place, 18500|Let me knowe and I'll be your man. 18500|O, would I were ae Scot, 18500|Or of auld fame! 18500|That I could but, 18500|As I then was, 18500|O, how I would abie! 18500|It wad hae been sae pleasant, 18500|In auld lang syne, 18500|To meet and cast a glance, 18500|When we reached our ain! 18500|There sat a lass on a bush, 18500|A lass and her brithers three: 18500|She sat her down wi' the best claret, 18500|She wept and she sang; 18500|But Joan cried, "Now would I be forgiven, 18500|That I wad be forgiven!" 18500|"O gin I were in a convent, 18500|A beggar in convent! 18500|Or a' the wealth o' Scotland, 18500|And thou a hostage there; 18500|For thae are two worlds accurst, 18500|And I two prong. 18500|"But gin I were among the first, 18500|As baith to the king and queen, 18500|As noblemen on noblemen, 18500|As proud on a modest stile; 18500|Or a' the worldly goods ane can buy, 18500|As baith the saints on saint's-hood, 18500|As laird on lord on brither, 18500|As proud on a peasant's plaid, 18500|As proud o' the bonnie lammie 18500|And a braw lass on a bush, 18500|As proud o' her auld-gown gilt-ie-green! 18500|O gin I were among the first, 18500|As baith to the king and queen, 18500|As noblemen on noblemen, 18500|As bonnie on a peasant's bush, 18500|As bonnie on a lord's-word! 18500|The lee-lang night was tumbling down, 18500|As lang as the auld lang meal; 18500|The sun's out bow, 18500|And the dewy lee-lang day was comin'. 18500|O let me lie on this beechen sod, 18500|And slae, and scour the beechen harvest! 18500|Or I'll be hanged by this crooked murther 18500|While the beeg lang-leggit is owre the clear, 18500|And the cuddie plaide-laing wi' the screignt. 18500|I will be born in the dawning of kirk-naight, 18500|And my grave ruell'd wi' the red-wine weirth. 18500|The lilt o' my ee, and the ripplin' of my keek, 18500|And the drap o' my e'en, will ever be on my een, 18500|And the heart o' my bosom will gush o'er mair love, 18500|While the red-wine weirth and the e'ening keek is on twa; 18500|And the drap o' my e'en, and the red-wine weirth no more, 18500|And the heart o' my bosom will gush o'er mair love, 18500|When the red-wine weirth and the e'ening keek is on twa. 18500|And the grave lang night will welcome hame. 18500|And sweet death-beasts will hide frae the hill. 18500|And the grave lang night will not flee. 18500|And, oh! when I gae kend, 18500|May I sleep soundly at rest 18500|In the grave lang night wi' thee, my dearie. 18500|travelling] travelling. 18500|O, wha is now sae daurant as thou lilt? 18500|A rich man, and a king's son too, 18500|But in his heart a poor miser; 18500|Thy face and mou's face it is a' to love, 18500|Wh ======================================== SAMPLE 34380 ======================================== 5185|When the heroes who were sons of Suomi 5185|To Pohyola's frosty North had come, 5185|At the dawn of day were standing 5185|With the Red Branch Band within their houses, 5185|Gazing upon the waters, 5185|Gazing upon the blue-back mountains, 5185|Gazing upon the trembling billows, 5185|Where the rolling billow swallowed whole 5185|Ravaged vessels from the Northland. 5185|Straightway ancient Wainamoinen 5185|Expresses his great delight and gladness, 5185|Declares that wondrous scenes will follow, 5185|That the Red Branch will succeed the White-Branch, 5185|That the lakes and rivers Northward, 5185|That the sea will flow in plenty, 5185|That the waters white and black flow southward, 5185|That the shallows deep and waters wide 5185|Shall be filled by magic brooks and rivers, 5185|By the will of Wipunen 5185|From the great Delafheim-heroes, 5185|From the might of Suomi's eldest singer; 5185|And will rise great Sariola's cornfields, 5185|Rising far on sea-blue waters, 5185|From the fountains of the far Northland, 5185|Bring great Tuoni's golden corn-fields, 5185|From the caves of Sariola's people; 5185|In the waters of Manala, 5185|In Tuonela's rivers, rise Pallio, 5185|Rise through Tuoni's salt-sea currents, 5185|Spread in lands beyond Manala's climate, 5185|Spread to other climates than our own. 5185|Never in course of ages began 5185|A wave or brook or billow rising 5185|From the wastes of Teuaro or Tuoni, 5185|Where such mighty waters wander, 5185|Rising from the marshes of Mana, 5185|Rising from Tuoni's fenlands, 5185|From Tuonela's springs and caverns, 5185|From pearly conduits of Mana. 5185|Rises then a golden corn-field, 5185|From the earth arises a golden corn-field, 5185|Rises far on sea-blue waters, 5185|Rises to other climates, 5185|Rises many climes and climes unknown. 5185|Northland's children, therefore, ask at home 5185|For the gathering of this wondrous grain; 5185|Tuoni's children, therefore, claim it, 5185|Paeonia's children likewise, Northland." 5185|Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, 5185|Forgathers now the verdant crop, 5185|Gathers three whole nights, four nights, five nights, 5185|Sped from the meadows of Manala, 5185|Sped from Tuoni's waters, fatal torrent, 5185|Rising from Tuonela's wells and caverns, 5185|Sped from Tuonela's mountains, gray mountains 5185|Overstretching far to Northland. 5185|Where the sun had set in slumber, 5185|In the fields the fields have grown enraptured; 5185|Every leaf and twig is aromatic, 5185|Hence the berry-breeze and the honey-dew. 5185|Wisely did the ancient bard improvise 5185|Where to find the crop abundant, 5185|Where to gather sweet Tuoni's grain-corn, 5185|Where to gather Tuoni's corn-radiance. 5185|Spake again the ancient singer, 5185|Spake these words in magic cadence, 5185|Magic tones infused into the Northland 5185|To increase her abundance: 5185|Only look! see how the sunbeam 5185|Hides its rays within the cypress-tree! 5185|Only see how Summer's golden radiance 5185|Lingers within the orchard-leaves! 5185|Only listen! all attention, O ye people, 5185|Attention to learn your singer's name, 5185|Who can harmonize with thee and Truth-to-day, 5185|Whose magic tones will charms enchant you, 5185|Who can bring you fields abundant ======================================== SAMPLE 34390 ======================================== 2130|But still, and as it can, God speed 2130|My fellow-servant in his need." 2130|The King of Heav'n, then heard, and said: 2130|"I am now all heart with thee; I 2130|O Master! can thy voice obey? 2130|Grant, that in my cause I may be 2130|Forgetful, and thy name not read." 2130|"O King of Heav'n! I cannot say 2130|This grace to thee; 'twill not do," 2130|Said then the King of Heaven, with a laugh. 2130|"God give thee my word to forget; 2130|That thou wilt say that I am dead." 2130|Then God and Satan in their wrath 2130|Fell on him, and cried, in haste, 2130|Thy name hath been forgot, and Dead!" 2130|Now, the King and Satan, on his head 2130|There sat three hornets all the day; 2130|Three deadly foes, who came to spy 2130|How by the King of Heaven was wrought 2130|A little thing, a little thing, 2130|A little thing, a little thing, 2130|The King of Heaven by name was called, 2130|And Satan to the thing they swore 2130|By magic art had made them knew. 2130|The thing they swore by magic art, 2130|Were horns like those of oxen horn, 2130|The same he made with God to comb, 2130|And made his hornets of the same; 2130|Beats as the earth, as stars the moon: 2130|The king made them of gold and brass, 2130|Beasts that neither sow nor rear, 2130|But drink the blood of beasts from dust 2130|In endless warfare with each age. 2130|And the beast folk's trumpets blew a blast 2130|Across the deeps of Heav'n and over 2130|The burning winds of hell and heaven. 2130|And Satan's hornets on the thing 2130|Swept down for ever and for ever, 2130|Sparkling with the lightning's red flame, 2130|And through the hornet and the snake 2130|Shot lightning, hot and red and long, 2130|As when the thunderbolt is riven 2130|And all the tempests come by night. 2130|He said, "God send thee glory, peace, 2130|And wisdom to the nations all. 2130|The golden wealth thou knowest not, 2130|The golden wealth, let God reveal!" 2130|Then, for a moment, stood amazed; 2130|For still the thing was hidden more, 2130|Still more the King was hidden more, 2130|And still the thing was hidden more. 2130|But Satan still, as if he feared, 2130|Crouched close and moveless as before; 2130|But Satan saw the day was near, 2130|Said, "God speed my fellow-servant!" 2130|And when it seemed the thing was past, 2130|He rose up with a roar so great 2130|The winds were still, and dark the moon 2130|Hung like a dead, cold, dreary thing 2130|To give him time to gain his breath. 2130|Then, like a madman, white as pitch, 2130|He went his bloody way away, 2130|And Satan, with a groan, cried out, 2130|"The time is very come to die!" 2130|THE King of Heav'n with one sharp word 2130|To his half-wits answered, "Lord, 2130|I grant my curse unto thy curse, 2130|And all shall be as I have willed!" 2130|Then, like a flood giv'n unto fire, 2130|The King of Heav'n and his host made war 2130|Upon each other in that dark hour. 2130|And Satan, by his rage and guile, 2130|The kingship snatched away, and made 2130|The world a wilderness of waves, 2130|And all the woe from which he sprang 2130|Fell down upon the world in wrath. 2130|And Satan to the world was given 2130|The power to rule these demons wild ======================================== SAMPLE 34400 ======================================== 29345|If he'd see her as he'd seen the birds 29345|On Spring, the singing larks-- 29345|What she would do, and be more sure, 29345|And do the same thing over, 29345|And know he wasn't a fool 29345|To say he hadn't another chance 29345|To see her as she was, 29345|Instead of laughing at his mind 29345|And getting madder and madder. 29345|"You can't," he said. "You know you can't. 29345|You'd have to be a fool to do it." 29345|Well, when my life's life it takes away 29345|There's not a thing I don't think of you, my dear, 29345|And when my life's life it takes away 29345|There's not a thing I don't think of you-- 29345|I've got so many of you, so many that go 29345|In every shadow of the room 29345|And when I think there's no one watching 29345|There's not a face to break my heart 29345|And so I think of you and keep you always there. 29345|That's why I thought of you in my last letter!-- 29345|In so far as I love you, you're 29345|More than what I love to do with you, 29345|More than loving 29345|The rest--you can think--and sometimes 29345|Even make things look most terrible 29345|There are things more dear in this world of men, 29345|So close up, as to be sure, 29345|If I were anywhere near 29345|And you, my dear little fellow, were somewhere here: 29345|I'd go to you when you were here 29345|And help my mother, too if I could, and I'd not have to go, 29345|In the old familiar place, 29345|And the old sweet-smelling shop, 29345|And the old familiar walk. 29345|There are things that, from all over the world afar, 29345|Are nearer to me than 29345|You and the old and familiar things than you and I! 29345|As he sat at his table that night, 29345|His thoughts ran so fast and far 29345|That he had no time to grieve 29345|For anything that had happened to him or his wife. 29345|He never said, "I'll never," 29345|Or "No, never," 29345|But he always "would have a great-great-great-grandmother's hope!" 29345|This was a hope that he had kept 29345|Ever growing out of sight, 29345|Growing higher every day, 29345|And every day he grew 29345|More and more hopeful and faithful to his vow. 29345|Every night his wife came home 29345|With a face as bright as any flower, 29345|With a face so calm and sweet-- 29345|He would have a new faith in his wife, or he wouldn't-- 29345|He would have a hope even though 29345|The hope were out of sight. 29345|He would have a faith no boy could buy-- 29345|He could see it would bloom to a bloom 29345|Before he died, you understand-- 29345|But the world would say "He can't 29345|Make it when he has Death on his hand!" 29345|So he sat there in a daze, 29345|And his wife sat down and sighed, 29345|And their hopes went out of sight-- 29345|That's all. I never knew. 29345|There is no hope for me, 29345|No faith for me, 29345|No peace for me, 29345|When the last one dies 29345|I'll say, my dear, you gave 29345|So much that what you gave 29345|Has made me--you! 29345|"You gave your body, 29345|Gave it," he says, 29345|And it's only fitting you should take its part. 29345|"I should not have given!" 29345|I say, my dear, 29345|I think about you, 29345|And I can see why 29345|When a man has lived that much of life. 29345|I never did. 29345|You did. Give it now ======================================== SAMPLE 34410 ======================================== 13650|Who died on the spot 13650|And who was the hero whom he succeeded to be? 13650|"I'll be my little mother's little brother," said Tom. 13650|"Oh, come down all of you, 13650|I'm a little silly little brother!" 13650|When the little girl found out, 13650|There was a great deal of fuss; 13650|She sent the boys up to have tea, 13650|And they said that if Tom had been much older 13650|She might have been allowed to go with the maids, 13650|And not be found out by little brother Tom, 13650|Who would sit all day in the way. 13650|"How is little sister Tom?" 13650|They took her and carried her 13650|Up to the nursery floor, 13650|And the little girl cried to the boys 13650|"I think that you ought to know, 13650|And you can help me about; 13650|There's something on little sister Tom!" 13650|But the boys were quite confused, 13650|And the old nurse came down the way, 13650|And the boy with the curly head 13650|Was asked to go up with little sister Tom. 13650|"You're a very naughty boy, 13650|You've got a very, very red face, 13650|And, oh! I can't stand little sister Tom," 13650|But her mother said she couldn't be blamed 13650|For making such a fuss or anything: 13650|And the boys cried as they went down the stairs 13650|"I wish that we could be little sister Tom!" 13650|"Who are you children all of a row?" 13650|The little old man, the nurse, then said: 13650|"We are all, young lady, our sisters' children." 13650|So they all laughed and all chaffed, 13650|And the three, when they'd finished their tramp, 13650|Climbed up into a crump, 13650|And they didn't see little brother Tom. 13650|Now I've been to London many times before 13650|And saw the Circus I never could forget; 13650|But all the people in there seemed afraid 13650|Of young children: they'd never seen one, never! 13650|And when the young child in a trice was beating 13650|His little old father up and down the street, 13650|They'd never stopped for that, or stopped to ask him 13650|How many pence he earned per day, or how he fared: 13650|They'd never thought of the wretched old man 13650|With a stupid black face and a blue ribbon on't. 13650|No! he must be proud of his young son, 13650|For he exclaims, "Oh, my father's a fool! 13650|He's never done a jig 13650|E'er like you!" says little Madish, 13650|And he's not afraid of his old father's shadow; 13650|For when he starts out in the garden to play, 13650|They'll all run after him, and shout and call, 13650|And laugh and play at his silly games! 13650|And, by and by, when they're grown old, 13650|Or when they all've passed away, 13650|No one will say the old man's sorry, 13650|And no one will say he's wise: 13650|And they'll all be like little Madish, 13650|And call her "Little Muffet;" 13650|And they'll be sorry, and make her look sly, 13650|And say she's nothing but a toy, 13650|But, you see, it's true what they've heard from their mother,-- 13650|That little Muffet's a naughty girl! 13650|But I could never be such a silly old man; 13650|I never could see, touch, smell, or hear things; 13650|Nor yet be able to read books nor write, 13650|Nor lift a finger; so I think it's plain 13650|I must be very foolish to stay here. 13650|But all that makes a man a king is-- 13650|Pride and a noble mind; 13650|And all that makes a man a laughing stock 13650|Is--knowledge and wit. 13650|One sees ======================================== SAMPLE 34420 ======================================== 24894|And still the young and old in wonder stood. 24894|"Is there a Goddess here that shewes 24894|The golden pathway home to home?" 24894|The old, the strong, the mighty, stood in amazement, 24894|Until the Goddess in their vision did appear. 24894|"Oh, come to me, thou child of birth!" she cried, 24894|"Let us a while in wonder walk; 24894|Then let us travel on together, 24894|And find, where my path lies high, 24894|Some help to guide the foot of Time, whose path is narrow. 24894|But if thy hand in mine should meet 24894|Never on the path again, 24894|But let the old and young be cast 24894|Asunder into separate climes; 24894|Let each be crowned with all his wisdomes, 24894|And let a God be given to each; 24894|Or let man find his way forever 24894|Back into the darkness of his folly, and the dark 24894|Nameless depths of error; 24894|And this our holiday, when all these things are past, 24894|And God shall come and bid us hasten on our journey." 24894|_She sung the hymns, but none of them 24894|Could make a sigh like the night wind clear; 24894|She brought the holy oil 24894|And set it on the wren's throat; 24894|She warmed him with the flame 24894|Of the bright incense well:-- 24894|The feverish wren now felt 24894|The love of an earthly maid;-- 24894|He felt her love for him._ 24894|The wind of the South rose in his ears, 24894|"Here is no rest for one bird," says he: 24894|The night winds in his ears 24894|And whisper her name. 24894|Now they shake their wings in heaven and hell, 24894|To be heard in every desert and hill: 24894|"Go home--go home to me, love, at last!" 24894|"My love! my love! how I hate to part!" 24894|They whisper her name, too. 24894|And her father and her mother are gone 24894|To seek her for a bride. 24894|"Farewell, goodbye, dear child," they say; 24894|"The world is a windy sea: 24894|Take your boat from the stream. 24894|Farewell, goodbye, for the weary breeze 24894|Is blowing from above. 24894|The world is a storm in the trees--" 24894|She answers, "O love, be strong; 24894|But oh, I must stay with thee! 24894|Weeps--she answers--"Why leave me alone?" 24894|They whisper it again, 24894|They whisper it again, 24894|They whisper it again, 24894|And now they whisper not. 24894|I cannot tell you where to go, 24894|In which of the old-fashioned ways; 24894|Your face lies hid in my bosom, 24894|And you are sleeping at my side. 24894|And, ah! you tell, and then 24894|You whisper gently and me--be calm! 24894|(If we only could speak together-- 24894|We two might understand!) 24894|Do you love me, my dear--my dear-- 24894|Do you love me, my dear? 24894|Do you love me, my dear 24894|With heart and with soul? 24894|If you could only understand, 24894|Could only see, could only feel, 24894|Oh! then, love me again, 24894|And, ah! if you could only see, 24894|Then love me once again! 24894|But who would not tell 24894|The things that I could not see? 24894|The shadows of the forest and dell, 24894|The grass, the flow'r and the rose; ======================================== SAMPLE 34430 ======================================== 1322|I have a secret heart, and a strong heart, 1322|As is my secret love; 1322|And my secret love is the sun. 1322|Oh I am in need of suns, 1322|And 1322|For the love of suns, 1322|And the suns for 1322|Refusing, I need thee, 1322|For the sun's, and I love thee, 1322|And I would give thee suns as suns are given, 1322|And my sun's are thy sun's ever giving. 1322|I will make one of a new song, 1322|A music and a song; 1322|I will give my heart to thee 1322|In a new lyre of words, 1322|Sowing my soul in thee. 1322|For the song of the heart for the heart's sake, 1322|Whose tenderness and pain 1322|Are not my pain but the sweet pain 1322|My heart with these words must fill. 1322|So I pledge my heart to thee. 1322|I am willing to give all I have 1322|And all my life with thee, 1322|I give and I give, I give and I give-- 1322|I give and I give, 1322|Though thou art dead I shall live till thou art dead. 1322|The song of the heart is the song of the love of God, and 1322|his mercy and his truth. 1322|Oh I will live and die with thee! 1322|There is light in the darkness of death, 1322|The light is the thought of God, 1322|The thought of God, the light is the hope of the life of man, 1322|he who is no longer born 1322|But the Lord of the life which is born, 1322|Of the life born and the life to be. 1322|The thought of God, the thought of God are my own thoughts, 1322|I give them to you in the word, 1322|I give them to you in the song. 1322|And on my songs I give my life; 1322|I give my life for their sake, 1322|I am willing to give all my life's desires, 1322|I am willing to give all my life's desires for their sake, 1322|I give my life's hopes and dreams, 1322|I give my life's hopes and dreams. 1322|For all that I have done or would do, 1322|I am willing to live for them still, 1322|I am willing to live for them still, 1322|I am willing to live for them still. 1322|They who have loved and lived for this time, 1322|I know that they know not the end, 1322|I know that they know not the end. 1322|For all that they have done or would do, 1322|I give them my whole life long, 1322|I give them their full life long, 1322|For all that they have done or would do. 1322|I give to you this song and all its meaning, 1322|I give to you this song of mine, 1322|To you to give it and to you to give it, 1322|To you to give it to me now. 1322|Behold the sun, 1322|The golden sun! 1322|The sun shines on the garden-close, 1322|The garden-close of greenest ground, 1322|And the little house beside the gate, 1322|A bed of violets blue, 1322|And a well-known spring within it in itself, 1322|A water-fall in a wall, and a green wall, 1322|And an old black house and old red rosetree roof, 1322|That stands by the gate-post of my garden, 1322|A house that I have loved long before, 1322|And long before this house stood here, 1322|Long ago, long ago. 1322|The house is black and still, 1322|With a few old oak-leaves hanging overhead, 1322|A tall ivy climbing up the window-case, 1322|And my garden-plot, my roses green and red, 1322|Long dead, long dead! 1322|I am not in this house, 1322|And the ivy and the ======================================== SAMPLE 34440 ======================================== 1304|The wind in gusts; the leaf in blossom; 1304|The rain, and in the leaf the sun; 1304|The sky, and in the sky yon cloud, 1304|Made one whole being with itself: 1304|And all at once I seem to see 1304|A glorious presence, and to feel 1304|The life within me grow more strong, 1304|Into perfect being, as I view 1304|This whole being with my own soul. 1304|O mighty majesty of being! 1304|O Life, that art greater than all being! 1304|O perfect being! where thy throne is set! 1304|Thine is the mystery of being: 1304|There is no being without thee: 1304|In sunshine, rainbows, or the foam of rivers, 1304|In flowers, or snow in forests, 1304|In sunshine, or in rainbows, 1304|What undivided spirit lives, 1304|But in the light immortal, 1304|And free, immortal life;--where, 1304|In quiet, or in strife, 1304|'Neath God's eternal laws,-- 1304|In virtue, or in pride? 1304|How deeply does the heart ache for the fate that life 1304|Hath to suffer, and with the conscious sense o' sorrow 1304|Feel the throbs of its anguish) 1304|That the world is not an Elysium without thee, Love, with thine 1304|soul within it, 1304|But that thou art the only soul 1304|That can sanctify and make whole 1304|The body and soul in mortal mould, 1304|'Midst the gross dominion of chance-- 1304|As thou wert but a soul-- 1304|Sith, Love, there is no stain, 1304|No defect, or in sin planted, 1304|Except in thy divine nature, 1304|That doth but bear a faithful witness 1304|To the soul's eternal hope, 1304|That thou art the only soul 1304|That is worthy of the name. 1304|The world is not so bad a place for thee, 1304|O Love! as thine own country, 1304|For all creatures must have their station set 1304|By some relation fitly: 1304|The world is not so bad a place for thee, 1304|Love! as thine own country, 1304|For all things have life in them, 1304|And all things die but for thy being, 1304|And only for thy showing. 1304|In thee the mountains and the sea and all 1304|The suns and all the planets move, 1304|And there doth every flower and bird sing 1304|Live in the sunshine after their kind, 1304|Without thee to teach their destinies; 1304|And only for thy being 1304|Thou art of God, and of mankind, 1304|Even of the very dust on earth, 1304|The dearest of all death. 1304|O what a bliss on earth it is to be 1304|In some great garden planting thy seed, 1304|Of which thy soul doth make thy body 1304|(Itself but phantasie), and with those two 1304|Only dwell two years in thee and two 1304|In each other's hearts,-- 1304|For all things die but for thy being, 1304|And only for thy being. 1304|Not even sleep and utter slumber 1304|Can make ours die; 1304|For that were to make death ours ever, 1304|That 'twere to make death our sure reward 1304|In life, in death. 1304|Our death makes nature life again, 1304|As our life gives us new lifes. 1304|Life re-assumes its deathless seemliness 1304|When we can feel that, even in life, 1304|Our soul is something living. 1304|And when we die,--oh, what a joy! 1304|To be alive again and breathe, 1304|To start on some still breeze above, 1304|To see the earth's blue round us blow 1304|Upon the grass, or wave the sky; 1304|To hear the birds that sing and fly, 1304|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 34450 ======================================== 1383|Where the red clay-mounds yawn. 1383|The deep wind of the coming of the sun, 1383|To strike the old fields to their clay, 1383|Mingles their spongy husks with the rising clay. 1383|And the white of the plough is seen, 1383|The white of the loam with leaves, 1383|To float as on a wave of song. 1383|The dusty clouds lift their folds 1383|As the white clouds lift the leaves. 1383|They are the flocks of the sky, 1383|That move and mate in a rosy dance. 1383|But the little flock of heaven 1383|Is a little flock of thoughts. 1383|To think they would bring their thoughts and move 1383|On a light, as on a wave. 1383|Then, though their flocks would be a-wing, 1383|The great earth and the skies 1383|Have hearts; and they are flock of thoughts. 1383|She stood by the water's brink, 1383|And she lifted one finger, 1383|And with eyes that watched and heard, 1383|Beheld the white clouds moving 1383|On the blue sky's upward motion. 1383|There was nought to watch or pray, 1383|There was not a heaven to see, 1383|For the clouds were a-quiver 1383|With the thunder-brightening levin. 1383|But the water was sweet with tears, 1383|Her little hand was pressed to her ear, 1383|And she felt a joy of doubt 1383|A-burning from a hope unblown. 1383|"It is the hour of prayer," she said; 1383|"Come, thou God of Heaven! God of Earth, 1383|We pray to thee, who knowest best, 1383|For our children, as for me." 1383|Her little hand was lightly set 1383|Upon her bosom, white 1383|From gentle breaths of tenderness; 1383|And white were those eyes that looked 1383|To the far ocean's breast above, 1383|And her glad eyes were opened wide, 1383|For they saw a sight so glad, 1383|She turned her face away. 1383|A white-faced child she was, and high 1383|In the soft air went, 1383|As an olive as she went; 1383|She passed in the doorway passing, 1383|When she heard a child departing; 1383|She looked, and on that child gazed, 1383|Praising God with uplifted eyes, 1383|And there stood, white-locked to the moon, 1383|A child with golden hair. 1383|A child she had seen the night before; 1383|She knew that child's white soul full of light; 1383|To-morrow, if we know to-day, 1383|And the eyes were not blinded by, 1383|There never would be freedom or rest 1383|For a free soul. 1383|It is the hour of prayer! 1383|The red dawn is breaking on the slope. 1383|I wait to see the child; 1383|I wait to watch the child depart, 1383|With that face so angel-sweet; 1383|And still with all my soul it thrills 1383|To know that I have loved, since birth. 1383|He has seen her, who is free, 1383|The child whose face is so fair; 1383|The world is in His hands: the world 1383|Holds up this child of God. 1383|God, let a voice like thine, 1383|Singing through the day, 1383|Peal through the day, 1383|Ring through the weary night, 1383|Ring through the night of life! 1383|Tower on his white throne, and let Him call 1383|The night's darkness through; 1383|The stars lift up their heads. Let His angels sing, 1383|With their clear, melodious cry, 1383|"A great God is in Thy hand." 1383|The moon shines clear as gold, 1383|With a star to light her bow; 1383|She makes a light of God in her silver rings, 1383|As she goes swiftly round the ======================================== SAMPLE 34460 ======================================== 30672|The little flower, with its light upon her cheek, 30672|And the smile of its blossoming--that is Death. 30672|There's peace in the sighing of a lonely hill, 30672|And the sighing of the sea, that is Life; 30672|There's peace in the dying of an old tree, 30672|And the sun-kissed glade of a childhood gone by; 30672|There's peace in the day-black'ning gloam of the sea, 30672|And the sun-kissed wavelet of a sunshine dream. 30672|Peace! peace--and what is it but a name? 30672|A word, a fleeting sound, a gleam of hope, 30672|Like a vision which, when gone, all is gone; 30672|When, as the breath of morning fades away, 30672|Sleeplessness sleeps on the tired soul of love, 30672|And peace falls from out the lips of delight 30672|And peace goes from the heart of rapture and rest. 30672|O my heart, O my soul, both live for a day, 30672|Then sink like a wave in the silent sea of life! 30672|I hold thee on every bough, I feel thy breath, 30672|I know thou art happier than some heart on earth; 30672|The day is dark wherewith thou art sundered; 30672|Its sun is darkness, and its morn is night; 30672|Oh, let thy darkness never darken, 30672|Or its darkness ever give thee bliss, 30672|Or thou wilt see the sun shine on thy lids, 30672|And feel its radiance, and not me. 30672|Oh, my soul, I love thee more and more, 30672|And thy name is like the music of a song; 30672|And as thy name and tones are music, 30672|I lift up my heart, and like a lark I sing. 30672|When I go by the ways of men so weary, 30672|And the names which man has trod of his friends, 30672|I see them only as their shadows are, 30672|But as bright stars, that have met upon the shore 30672|I see them shine more glorious than they shone. 30672|When I go to the far-off paths of life, 30672|The faces around whose shadow I be, 30672|And in their shadows I see the faces dear, 30672|Then I behold with eye, hand, soul, and mind 30672|My mother's presence, and in her smile there dwell; 30672|I see them in their glory, and in her self 30672|The light of her love that still shines on her name. 30672|Oh, my soul, my heart! I am thy star, 30672|And in those shining eyes no more I see 30672|The light of truth, when the false shines on me; 30672|And I wake there in the morning, and see 30672|The path that leadeth to my bliss and me. 30672|The wind is blowing from the east, and softly 30672|Myriads of little wings are lightly fluttering, 30672|And silently above me, where my mind is, 30672|Crowds, and soon disappear. 30672|I go and see afar the ancient tree-tops, 30672|And to each leaf its shadow is showing; 30672|And sometimes my heart with the voice of beauty 30672|Seizes mine, and I must feel no more. 30672|Oh, my soul, O my heart! to think of her! 30672|In the deep, clear blue, when she is sleeping, 30672|When the moon, like a sweet flower, hath laid down 30672|Its blossomy leaves, and all the heaven 30672|Hath opened to meet her in a dream; 30672|Oh, my heart, O my soul! that is her spirit's light, 30672|The light of my love, and like a star 30672|Glittering above me, in a dream. 30672|In a forest lone and deep, 30672|Where the light of heaven is pale, 30672|There dwelt a beautiful maiden, 30672|Whom the angels name the Leaf. 30672|The angels said, "See, the maiden 30672|Hath wings--and angelic hue." 30672|And, " ======================================== SAMPLE 34470 ======================================== 1166|A long time since I came to you, 1166|I did not dare to kiss you, 1166|I had not come for ever; 1166|I knew that I was weary 1166|Of looking upon you. 1166|But now, O God of mercy, 1166|Bring me back the smile I lost 1166|In the dead lips of death! 1166|When the soul that weeps and loves 1166|Is lost, and if loved will die, 1166|And the heart that is loved will die, 1166|And you are as a dream, 1166|As I would lay me down 1166|And to sleep I would wake. 1166|So many things 1166|That love said, 1166|He never knew, -- 1166|I know so little. 1166|The man I loved was false as a whip, 1166|But now so sweet, so true 1166|Are you as the lily 1166|And I as the rose, 1166|So many things 1166|Love said, 1166|He never knew, -- 1166|I know so much. 1166|In the silence we were lovers, and I told you that 1166|Our kisses were sweet as the morning in the morning 1166|I remember when I was young 1166|That we were lovers that night 1166|And the words we said were so soft, 1166|He never knew, -- 1166|I am glad I was young. 1166|My heart is small, it sings a song of love, but my heart is small, 1166|And your love is too great, and yours too unknown to love. 1166|O Love, you may walk in beauty under the stars, 1166|And the stars are your lovers, -- and the clouds are your eyes, 1166|And your love is not more loved than mine 1166|Who have given you of ours 1166|So freely of our own, 1166|And have found in you 1166|No less our joy than we found elsewhere. 1166|And the stars are your lovers, 1166|And the clouds are your eyes, 1166|And the kiss that you give is my heart's delight, 1166|Whose blood is the wine of my life 1166|And my heart's delight is your life, Love. 1166|The sun goes down and the night rolls away, 1166|The stars rise in glory, 1166|As one by one they shine in the sky 1166|That is turning into a garden of stars. 1166|My heart is weary -- Oh my heart is weary! 1166|The light is pale and the leaves are dark, 1166|I am weary of the dark and the cold. 1166|The rain is heavy -- Oh my heart is heavy! 1166|The road is long and the sun is pale. 1166|I am weary of the long and the weary. 1166|I pray you that your presence would stay; 1166|But the night is a waste of stars and leaves. 1166|I'm weary of the weary and rain; 1166|The rain won't lift me to the stars. 1166|Oh! it's many sunsets and many moons and one! 1166|I am tired of heaven and the long night. 1166|Oh! it's many hills of twilight and of rain! 1166|I'm weary of your darkness and rain. 1166|A wind comes up with a muffled roar, 1166|I see the clouds that are hidden in snow, 1166|I hear the music of the rain. 1166|A sudden bell tolls in the night. 1166|There's a sound of a great rush, and then 1166|I am the one who was silent before. 1166|I see you with your long lashes, 1166|And wonder why you are silent. 1166|Why do you hurry to the door so fast? 1166|You don't know your voice. 1166|I like to feel you warm, warm as the moon; 1166|I like the way you swell over me. 1166|I like to hear you tickle my ear. 1166|And then you are too near. 1166|I'm glad I was small -- 1166|I wish I was as big as they say I am. 1166|I'll see what I can get of my own ======================================== SAMPLE 34480 ======================================== 1322|The sea-gulls overhead, the great white clouds in the heavens, 1322|The sea-boat on the shore and the shore-beach in the sun, 1322|The sea-bird's warble on the sea-sand by the water-side, 1322|The sea-socks blowing and the surf that swings the mast; 1322|I ride the waves and shout, and ride like an ocean wind, 1322|I think of my land's fair valleys and their gardens, 1322|And the white walls of my home or home to me. 1322|I rise before the sun to wave the palm-branch out, 1322|I rise before the sun to wave the palm-tree in, 1322|And wave the palm-tree and the palm-branch and the palm; 1322|And all the birds sing in the trees, and all the sea-birds shout, 1322|And in the wind I murmur, I whisper, I murmur, O people, 1322|I think of my home-land and the days of joy gone by, 1322|And I think of the sweet voice of mother, the voice of her singing, 1322|I rise before the sun to wave the palm-branch in, 1322|To wave the palm-branch and wave the palm-tree out, 1322|To wave the palm-branch and wave the palm-tree in, 1322|All the birds sing in the trees, and all the sea-birds shout, 1322|And in the wind I murmur, I whisper, I murmur, O people, 1322|I rise with the rising sun, I rise with the sun; 1322|I rise and look at the seas, I look at the land, and I look at my children, 1322|I rise with the rising sun, I rise with the sun; 1322|I think of the sweet face that is looking down and smiling in my eyes, 1322|And I rise with the rising sun, I rise with the sun. 1322|I rise before the day and I face before the day; 1322|I smile at my face of smiling, I hear a voice from the house down at the 1322|sea-shore looking above the water, and I hear a voice in my heart, 1322|I rise before the day, I face before the day. 1322|I rise before the day, I see myself again, 1322|The sweet face with its eyes and its smiling, with its eyes a little 1322|diminished, 1322|And I find the voice in my heart again, I feel the hand of mother in my 1322|Feats of savagery, 1322|Precedents of savagery, 1322|Impressions of savagery, 1322|Patterns triumphant, triumphant, triumphs of savagery, 1322|Powers unknown of it, 1322|Vivid forms victorious, victorious, 1322|Vast forms of it, 1322|Tremendous terrors, terrors of it, 1322|Vivid forms that wield it, terrors of it. 1322|I stand among these forms, I stand among them, I stand with arms 1322|stretched to you, to you that I might tell you the terrors of it, 1322|to you that live, that seek, that learn; 1322|I am not ashamed of it, for all things are awful to me, 1322|I must speak and I write, and live, I must love, I must 1322|write, must try again, 1322|For none of all my days I could live, I could live for a 1322|moment, 1322|Not live for a season, not live for a life time, not 1322|live till time is out, 1322|I have to speak, write, try again, try again, live again, 1322|for another try, 1322|And you are my witness, you are witness to it, you are 1322|witness to it, 1322|A thing extraordinary, 1322|The terrors and splendories of it, you must try again, 1322|try again, 1322|For none of all my days lived I, I could live for a life time, 1322|live for another try. 1322|There is a word as strange as that word, 1322|As beautiful as that word, 1322|As strange as that word ======================================== SAMPLE 34490 ======================================== 11351|But I knew I'd have a friend. 11351|I knew there'd be more to the world 11351|Than just a sky and a sea; 11351|For a heart would be here to share 11351|The life his footsteps led, 11351|And a hand would follow his hand 11351|In every care and sin. 11351|"I've only an ounce of fame," he said, 11351|"All in a little chest," 11351|They stood at his gate, the sun aflare, 11351|And the flowers of the land. 11351|"I do not fancy my name is great, 11351|Nor the fact my fame is great; 11351|But I have a wife whose smile is true, 11351|Who welcomes me home again. 11351|"Yet I have the one passion I crave, 11351|And that is bold and gay, 11351|For that's the one thing that I ever had 11351|In the wide world to try. 11351|"And if that is not good enough, I've another, 11351|An' which God gives me fine; 11351|My wife is the Queen of all the fair, 11351|And I'm a beggar man." 11351|"You've the Queen of all the fair, you've the Queen, 11351|You've my wife, and you've the King; 11351|The Lady Mary said, you're more than fair, 11351|And I'll be just the same," she said. 11351|"She wants you to be her bridal be, 11351|As you've my wife, as you've my crown; 11351|For you are the Prince and I am the King, 11351|That the world should love and fear. 11351|"And when I'm dead, the world may know 11351|If there's one that loves me so, 11351|That the world loves and fears as I love you." 11351|It was only a little boy with a red ribbon twined about his nose,-- 11351|A red ribbon, tied about a beggar's nose. 11351|The little boy, it made a rippling noise, 11351|It was a rippling and a ripple of sound 11351|As he danced up the street, 11351|With a ribbon in his nose, 11351|And a bright white ribbon twined about it, 11351|About a beggar's nose. 11351|The sun shone on the splendid laughter of children, the merry laughing 11351|He came with his ribbon, and he danced up and down, 11351|With a ribbon in his nose, 11351|And a bright white ribbon twined about him, 11351|And a great big ribbon. 11351|The sun smiled on the splendid laughter of children, the kindly 11351|He came with his ribbon, and then he danced away 11351|With a ribbon in his nose, 11351|And a bright white ribbon, twined around the beggar's nose, 11351|And the ribbon he hadn't a care 11351|For, he danced away, 11351|With a ribbon in his nose, 11351|And a ribbon he hadn't a care for. 11351|The wind played with the little red ribbon, 11351|And told them it was made of the soft and softest cotton, 11351|And danced about it, a merrily glancing squall; 11351|The little red ribbon, the ribbon he hadn't a care 11351|For, danced away, 11351|With a ribbon in his nose, 11351|And a bright white ribbon twined about him, 11351|And a beggar's nose. 11351|And they looked after the merrily glancing squall, 11351|Until the merriment grew to too great a chime, 11351|The little red ribbon! the ribbon that wasn't his sister's 11351|I had asked the sea, "I wonder," said I, "will you make 11351|My own for me--for me--for me?" 11351|I sent out a gale of wind, 11351|It found the boat upon a beach of sand, 11351|And rowed it back to land one day; 11351|The sea was laughing, and singing, and stamping, and stamping, and 11351|stampeding, and stamping, and stamping. 11351| ======================================== SAMPLE 34500 ======================================== 1165|All day with eyes shut in bed. 1165|And the darkness falls, and the darkness swallows up 1165|The empty halls in its iron-gray arms, 1165|And, all night long, the long, long hours pass, 1165|Until the sun rises with a flame. 1165|Come to him on high, 1165|Come on the waters whitening like gold; 1165|The light is dying from his hair and face 1165|And the moon's a-breaking in my eyes. 1165|Come to him on high, 1165|When the last star flickers out to die, 1165|And the wind is driving down a snow, 1165|And you hear above in the chamber-grates 1165|The chimes of the city at the door. 1165|Come to him on high, 1165|O my heart's light! 1165|Come to him like a little child 1165|Who has gone through some great mystery. 1165|Come to him, my heart's light! 1165|Come to him, with a sob-wet lids -- 1165|Weeps at eve for a love that dies. 1165|He did not go to pray. For a long time, 1165|In quiet by the water 1165|He laid him down beside the waves, 1165|And dreamed that the angels came to him. 1165|And said, "I have come unto you, 1165|Come unto me where'er you be, 1165|And read in this book of your sin." 1165|And he was glad in his sorrow -- 1165|For a great sorrow shone above 1165|The little gray house in the lighted sky, 1165|So beautiful, so wide. 1165|The white gulls swept through the air, 1165|The sun shone on the towers, 1165|And all the walls were alive with bees 1165|That buzzed up and down. 1165|There was a wild wind on high 1165|That laughed and sang between -- 1165|"Love in the sun! I will bring 1165|You home to the sea!" 1165|But the bright waves swept over the walls 1165|And shut them in, and then 1165|A song began again -- 1165|"Love in the sun! I will bring 1165|You home to my home!" 1165|And the wind blew again -- 1165|"Love is past! 1165|I brought you home -- 1165|Heed the words of the wind -- 1165|You are gone, 1165|I am here. 1165|You are dead, 1165|I am with you -- 1165|Now I bring you back," 1165|And the gray waves closed again -- 1165|Never again -- 1165|Never again. 1165|In the darkness of that dusk, like a ghost 1165|I saw a little red house. 1165|The wind in the window cried -- 1165|"Won't the wind blow again? Won't the sun rise? 1165|There is a noise like that at dawn. 1165|The red rose laughed -- 1165|The world is beautiful, 1165|But at dawn the heart is sad." 1165|By our small red house 1165|Sat the King, the Queen, 1165|The beautiful Queen, who could make no moan. 1165|And they said in pity, "Oh, wilt thou have 1165|And the King, the beautiful Queen, who could make no moan. 1165|And the sun shone on the sea, 1165|And the great trees stood, 1165|And the wild bees sang. 1165|And the trees were gay with leaves, 1165|With leaves of white, 1165|And a golden shadow on the earth. 1165|The great trees shook their leaves 1165|And the sea laughed on them. 1165|And the white sails flew on the wind, 1165|As they fled and fled 1165|And a thousand golden stars grew dim. 1165|Then the little red house 1165|Singing, "We will meet, we will meet." 1165|Under the trees 1165|Was the sea. 1165|And a shining light shone through the light of the white leaves on the 1165|A woman stood in a city street. ======================================== SAMPLE 34510 ======================================== 14993|"What's the matter with the tree! 14993|'Twould wrap you round from head to foot, 14993|Could only stand so clear away, 14993|In any shadow of the tree!" 14993|"The tree that weaves us a carpet, 14993|Witches the living wood to death, 14993|But our way is, if it's trod on, 14993|No dead wood, but real dead bones!" 14993|As here, through the leaves the light flew, 14993|Gathering the shadows round, 14993|I heard a little whispering 14993|"O, thou little fish, be good!" 14993|Over the hill the night-wind 14993|Went moaning "Hush!" 14993|The linden leaves were twining 14993|Round a shadow's body bent, 14993|Like one who's held in amaze 14993|By a sweet illusion clinging 14993|In an air of sudden sway 14993|To the fair form revolving. 14993|The shadow was like water 14993|In a glass's motion sparkling, 14993|Or like a maiden's floating 14993|With a smile upon her face. 14993|As the silence fell round me, 14993|Feebly, slowly, dejected, 14993|My head bent low in silence, 14993|Like a fair white water-flower. 14993|And a little wind upon it 14993|Like a breath of spring blowing, 14993|Told me, "Wait! in silence wait, 14993|While the spirit in it moving 14993|Its own rest doth dally!" 14993|Slowly and deliberately 14993|All the leaves of the linden 14993|Their fall-clasping motion 14993|Made to the breeze their sighing, 14993|As I took my folding pan, 14993|Pouring the water from a sleeve, 14993|Which was lying by my side. 14993|I made it fast before me, 14993|For it often stumbles 14993|On the edge of the current, 14993|As I'm passing by it, 14993|So that my garland soon 14993|Was floating on before me. 14993|The little moon, with many stars 14993|About her, made her pale face pale. 14993|And the voice of the moon was soft, 14993|When I turned to her, and found 14993|My face against her lips. 14993|The voice of the moon was mellow, 14993|When she answered "Nay!" 14993|And the voice of the moon was husky 14993|When she answered, "Yes." 14993|And the voice of the moon was wailing, 14993|And the voice of the moon was wailing 14993|So that it made me sick. 14993|For the very voice of the moon 14993|Aloud made loud lament, 14993|When she shouted, "O woe is me! 14993|O woe is me for ever!" 14993|And the voice of the moon was haunted; 14993|For her troubled form it wept 14993|With a pity in her eyes. 14993|And the voice of the moon was tender, 14993|When she wept, and cried, and prayed, 14993|"O Mother! let me go!" 14993|She'd no answer to give me, 14993|But cried, "I will." 14993|In the wood, that is a-beasting 14993|With a murmur, and a gurgle, 14993|As if from the greenwoods running 14993|The waters, and the raindrops, 14993|Were shaken down, in pebbles 14993|That lay sprinkled and sprinkled 14993|Where the waters run; 14993|The winds and the waters 14993|Are with the larks, and the wild-geese, 14993|And the lark and the thrush-- 14993|And the birds are in the boughs, 14993|And the birds are in the boughs! 14993|Where I was not a-bewildering 14993|With the music and the lighteness 14993|That was ever-restless 14993|As the world; the world--and my world-- 14993|Were then a-breathing ======================================== SAMPLE 34520 ======================================== 1471|That a life in which this beauty fails 1471|Must be something like a life in which it succeeds, 1471|And where the vision dies, the vision grows? 1471|Life must be what men call noble, 1471|Which a king or a statesman might have lived 1471|In any land, under any sky,-- 1471|That is, in any life, before our being. 1471|For if the soul be not the whole, 1471|We have but a soul for our whole being; 1471|And if it be but an aspect, 1471|Not the whole, nor even the best, man's soul is,-- 1471|Still less whole, or best. If then 1471|'I have but a soul,' we cannot have 1471|Whatever noble it is to feel; 1471|'Yea, my soul,' 'yea, my soul,'--that were a lie. 1471|Soul is better than appearance; 1471|Eyes may deceive, ears may fool; 1471|Hands may fool; 1471|Ears not even. 1471|Look into my soul! There's a new respect 1471|Found in that look of yours, man's soul for man's sake 1471|Changes the most without the least accord,-- 1471|The soul has had its change! Ah, not so! 1471|I can feel within my soul's mysterious place 1471|Soul's change, when that change, like some great sea's, 1471|Sweeps all in sight, as a sea's wind in air. 1471|Soul's change, when a soul's whole nature, soul's being-- 1471|All, in all,--beyond all reach of man's thought,-- 1471|Storms o'erheaded, a mighty ocean, 1471|And sweeps all in sight, as a wave's wave in air. 1471|O soul! that must have sense, and measure, 1471|Beholding such a mighty motion, 1471|Heart, and reason, and memory, 1471|Must have power to strike within these breasts, 1471|And in these eyes, and in these senses! 1471|That, after all this work, must still have grace 1471|From this last, truest use of life, 1471|This quickening of the nerves and of the hands, 1471|To the sweet-sounding soul! and then, 1471|After all this, must still have something worth, 1471|Something within these dying eyes 1471|And these last fading pulses, the last sign 1471|That souls are living, live here! 1471|I thought of one 1471|Breathing within me, 1471|And saw my soul in her 1471|Last hour of life,--the last. 1471|Her hair flowed in the light, 1471|Tied with light-dyier bands; and, 1471|Her face showed like a pale-fountain 1471|Gleaming at the end of time; 1471|As one might see a moon-beam 1471|Through a little door, 1471|So all is made 1471|By the last kiss, and she 1471|Gave me her left hand, and she 1471|Gave mine, and we twain 1471|Gave our lives up, and were 1471|The silent One and I! 1471|All of them which she gave me 1471|Woke within my soul her work; 1471|Her hand was white with pearl, 1471|And when they had seen her work 1471|The earth was changed, and in it 1471|Rose up her children, and in it 1471|Their light and breathing shone. 1471|And all my life, since first I found her, 1471|The light of each has been, Love, 1471|A part of me,--the first spirit 1471|That moved and filled me, first. 1471|Mine in the flame,--in the sun's high fire; 1471|Mine only in these eyes which only 1471|See and are seen beneath the sky! 1471|My soul is the great lamp, Love, 1471|Pillowed above the darkness, 1471|That burns you, and your life 1471|Is in the light,--in the sun's high light; 1471|Mine only when the stars ======================================== SAMPLE 34530 ======================================== 2383|And so is a man a little doth do: 2383|To me he is a dreadful, a bitterer wight: 2383|For every day I wote how he doth me, 2383|As a man of such a gentle and a pure kinde! 2383|And I think it is for this that I do looke 2383|At that same kinde, and to see it so moche glade. 2383|How that I would be glad to see thee? Sir, by me: 2383|Thou shalt have thy desire in that same Ward; 2383|I am sure, to do thee honour; for I know 2383|It is full high in your graciousnesse, 2383|To make me one of the great goodnesse. 2383|And thou shalt be so moche better of me, 2383|Thou shalt be fayn with the love of thy Lady. 2383|And thus it is beget: -- there is a dame, 2383|An olde gentille of Pembrokeshire, 2383|Whom you were wont to pray to a Knight, 2383|The which your goodnesse might your mercy serve. 2383|And she hath done both great evil and good, 2383|Which is the cause of my falling so low, 2383|As I shall be a worthy knight in yore. 2383|"A good knight, a good dame, a true lady, 2383|And she hath done both great wrong and good, 2383|And I shall be a worthy knight in yore." 2383|Now is he gone; where wilt thou be yond? 2383|That is the thing, which I am fain to see: 2383|And to the King, that's in privity 2383|For to be in great cause of a quarrel." 2383|"No, I shall go. God help my natheles, 2383|But he, the man that I woot and sey not, 2383|I wot hath mochel cause to be in place; 2383|For he hath laid an ill by our maisters, 2383|And made another, and he shall be king: 2383|He shall be a lord in his owne house." 2383|"Farewell, good knight, with thanks to your master: 2383|There is no more to say, but that I fare." 2383|Then bade he be brought anon unto the Queen; 2383|And there the man was kept to a great wheel: 2383|There was kept another of the same sort, 2383|And other sherifs, and other sheriffs, 2383|With knyghtys and with marquis, and other knaves. 2383|And on the morrow was a good yeman; 2383|There was no more to say, but that ayre. 2383|He that was set asyde, with an olde knight 2383|That was a worthy yeoman of his age; 2383|That said: "Good yemen, to thee I sende 2383|The knyght for I do no more for to seyne 2383|Now my lady are not here; for thou must." 2383|Then spake the firste yeman: "What may it be 2383|That I must do, and thou so lenger be? 2383|For I am fayn, and this is no ill do, 2383|Thou must with such a knyght as thou hast hadde. 2383|And that you knyght that I did it for thy sake." 2383|The sherif answered him anon anon: 2383|"I wol thee to have and to do as I 2383|I shal myselfe, as thou saidst yis, be done." 2383|The yemen sayd, "I wolde not be here;" 2383|And at the last they were set asyde. 2383|And there was much good yemanly play 2383|In which they had such chere and such play. 2383|A great goody yeman, and a man goody lite 2383|Of that king Robert hadde wonne the po[=e]te; 2383|And to the yemen spak the knyghtes fayre, 2383|"Here is a day as it ======================================== SAMPLE 34540 ======================================== 8187|To-morrow at a new-born queen of France! 8187|Who's that, with the crown on head and brow? 8187|And is that lady smiling, too? 8187|Oh, well, I could trace her to the place-- 8187|I mean the place where our maids are made-- 8187|Whom the great King has lately taken, 8187|So that, when they came home, he gave her not 8187|The regal place, but the first thing he gave her. 8187|Well, 'tis only a dreary place, at that; 8187|Your Prince will surely change the place; 8187|You'll try to find him some new Prince, too-- 8187|But why, he's dead--and I'd say "Fine!" 8187|To make off with his crown, why, I'll bet him 8187|That there's not a single penny left on him. 8187|I took the liberty of asking some maids, 8187|But got no more than a few replies. 8187|Next day (so the story is) the Queen caught 8187|This "Ladies' Little Prince;" whom, 'stead of being 8187|A little Prince, a pretty little wight; 8187|For as a rule, you can't get half of them, 8187|Or much that's pretty or pretty will come off. 8187|And so as she could not be a mere baby, 8187|But some little girl with an apple in her hand, 8187|(Which she took and set to her ear to hear 8187|The sound, to please herself, of the way 8187|The Queen used to smile when she heard the way 8187|That she now thinks her "Mamma" used to laugh at):-- 8187|Then naming but the little prince's kingdom, 8187|With such a child at a throne for a Queen; 8187|And calling her "Sister," 'twas thus that she said: 8187|"Why canst find any other Queen, do you?" 8187|The Queen, you may think, is quite at her ease;-- 8187|If we knew one, we should _remember_ 'twas we. 8187|You see, though the Queen _can't_ get any more 8187|Than just two of these little Printers, she'll get more, 8187|And when the third little Prince has grown up-- 8187|One that's like him in so many ways, 8187|He'll be just such a Pomp and Beauty-Fair 8187|As he's "just a young 'un--oh, so young!" 8187|A King and Queens, and they'll be such a sight, 8187|You'll swear 'twas once a baby, and then look 8187|With half a smile upon the little Printers all! 8187|_With much_ appreciation of Thurgood's edition, 8187|THRUSHING o'er the water's bosom, 8187|Where a youth, to ease himself of burden, 8187|Had rowing, as he thought and musing, 8187|O'er the wave, in that still, quiet way. 8187|"Here, youth," said the stern old Voice of the deep, 8187|"A gentle riser stand and enjoy the wave, 8187|"Because you've been rowing so long and sound, 8187|"And will keep still thus in the deep, still deep; 8187|"As you've said, lo! here's a quiet way to pass, 8187|"Because you've been rowing all time without ceasing. 8187|"And though 'tis not my delight to listen, 8187|"I'm glad to be your lover, youth, and let you! 8187|"Thou'lt be, youth, a roamer, or boatman, 8187|"And 'twill be mine to ride thee to sea,-- 8187|"And if I've aught to say to the other brutes, 8187|"Listen, they'll hear you, O my friends at sea! 8187|"'Twill be thus to thee that love was given; 8187|"To thee I'll take my life, and I'll be lord 8187|"Of all that thou possesst before me, 8187|"And when thou'lt be a mastiff or a dog, 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 34550 ======================================== 16059|In many a vista of glory. The man 16059|Who first brought forth this wondrous civilization, 16059|Or first of every civilization-builder, 16059|Who has not died and left his name, without 16059|A single vestige of these ruins--the memory 16059|Of his genius, his vision, and his glory, 16059|Are the sole names which can ever be to me. 16059|The man whom I follow, I follow still, 16059|In joy to see him and in joy to know him; 16059|Not that I think him a better man than I, 16059|But that his mind's bright tints now shine on a deeper 16059|Depth of thought and feeling, a deeper and higher 16059|Color of spirit and of soul; and the more 16059|Of his dark, bitter spirit and finer fiber 16059|Shining in me, the more I find and love him. 16059|The great men of ancient and of modern times 16059|All have had their place in my life. I know not which, 16059|But I feel in the heart of me a vital spark 16059|Of the splendid mind and the stately soul and grand 16059|Of all that made the world so good and wise and wise. 16059|And I am so grateful to have had him in it; 16059|What I call genius is his. For all that 16059|Doth mar the beauty of things on earth and mind, 16059|The man who is pure and perfect also shines, 16059|As the sun on a blue sky, for a noble cause. 16059|He is the soul of the great ones, who toiled 16059|Through the sun's radiance day and night; and they 16059|Had dreams beyond what science can explain; 16059|And they fought to give men the perfect life, 16059|And toil onward, for the honor of the world. 16059|If you are a man like me, 16059|Whose mind is deeply stirred, 16059|Who through the long, long day 16059|Of labor, finds in rest 16059|A sweet mysterious power 16059|That makes the heart rejoice, 16059|And makes the spirit strong. 16059|Then, if you would have rest! 16059|Rest, for your soul's sake! 16059|Rest from the toil of day, 16059|Rest from the pressure 16059|Of worldly cares and cares, 16059|Rest from the long, long day, 16059|Rest from the toil of day. 16059|Rest, for rest is good! 16059|Rest from the world's alarms, 16059|Rest from the world's despairs, 16059|Rest from the sorrow 16059|That weighs on the soul's challenges, 16059|Rest, and in God's quiet rest, 16059|Rest of the soul's solace, 16059|Rest of the spirit's peace. 16059|In the dark winter night, 16059|When a chill wind came, 16059|I lay in my weary bed. 16059|While above my head, 16059|In the clear, starry sky, 16059|Lay the Peace-sergeant bold. 16059|I strove with the breeze 16059|To breathe a song in his ear. 16059|But he heard not the song, 16059|Nor ever did speak a word 16059|Until the silent night, 16059|While the Night-sun slept, 16059|O'er the stars, and the wind 16059|Sang round me, and I could not die. 16059|Then I rose up, and went over the hill, 16059|And I went to the forest: 16059|But when I reached the top, 16059|Where no more trees grew, 16059|I reached the top with a bound, 16059|And at dawn I came back again. 16059|And when I came back again, 16059|I had forgotten 16059|That I had come to the forest 16059|And that the forest was here. 16059|Here are no other people, 16059|For I am the only one 16059|Who is really mine. 16059|I am the only one 16059|Who has true possession. 16059|I share the earth with you, 16059|The forest with the flowers, 16059|The ======================================== SAMPLE 34560 ======================================== 24199|Till the wild dogs of the field are at their sport 24199|And the robin joins the chorus of the night." 24199|O'er the brow of him who held the cup, 24199|The lilies of the field stood still, 24199|While over all the spotless flowers 24199|A sacred light shone out of grief. 24199|For on that spotless brow a tear, 24199|Such as the mother shed whene'er she weeps, 24199|Struggled its way with trembling blush; 24199|And that which shone above, as if a lamp 24199|It hung between a marble ray. 24199|Then the mournful spirit of the land, 24199|So long unknown, was known no more, 24199|And the poor flower lay weeping there, 24199|A living memory of the woe. 24199|From the fair land of light, 'twas led, 24199|To a black ocean, far away, 24199|A soul-wasting thought to go;-- 24199|But the world did not need the thought, 24199|For its soul was soaring high, 24199|And when the soul had gone astray, 24199|And its path was desolate and lone. 24199|In a land, and a city, and a maelstrom afar, 24199|The moon had left the waters dark, 24199|To shine on a sea and a city, and a wreck thereon; 24199|And she shone on the waters wide. 24199|She made that fair city fairer, and a fairer too, 24199|She gave that sea-born beauty grace; 24199|And she shone on the wreck, and the waters, and the wreck; 24199|She made the storm that made that fair city lorn; 24199|But the storm she lifted, and the wreck she loosened, and the wreck 24199|The moon now shines on a ruin, and an old man stands 24199|Where the wreck once stood } 24199|And wonders there, in a grave, to be so near. } 24199|And he sees on his arm a letter, and a ship there 24199|Sails through a stormy light; 24199|And he reads:-- 24199|"This message from the wreck;-- 24199|"And the ship is not yet yonder, but some distance, 24199|And it sails without wind or tide." 24199|To the ship, and the letter, and the wreck, is a soul's 24199|Woe, woe, woe! He leaves the ship, and the wreck, in tears; 24199|And he flies, and the wreck 24199|That shines on the ruin in darkness, and the wreck thereon, 24199|With a hope, a hope that shines but in dread. 24199|And he flies, and the ship, and the wreck,-- 24199|And a voice and a hand, and a voice and a hand there 24199|In a voice, that echoes, and a hand, that holds, and a hand, 24199|And the voice that speaks not of tears nor of woe, 24199|But of a hope, a hope that speaks in the dark. 24199|So, all night through the night, 24199|So, all night, 24199|Like the moon among the stars, 24199|He held out hope for joy, hope for the hope there 24199|Where the life of his life is hid, 24199|Then and there the ship's black mooring broke 24199|And the wreck goes down in a tide of light. 24199|Then she floats through the dark through storm and stain, 24199|And the ship rolls through a light of her own, 24199|With the wreck's black mooring, and the wreck of her dreams. 24199|The light o' the moon, 24199|The sun among the stars, 24199|The sea that is the sea, 24199|The wind that is the wind, 24199|And the world that is the world. 24199|And oh! my heart, 24199|My heart, 24199|What sorrow is thy light, 24199|Thy sight? It fills and fills 24199| ======================================== SAMPLE 34570 ======================================== 1002|I saw the same who gave to us answer, 1002|With countenance disordered and changed 1002|And as it was before, with anger filled. 1002|Whence I unto him: "Thy justice quite 1002|Prevents not against the cheat but me; 1002|That one from whom thou speak'st is he, 1002|Who feedeth at my table, if alone 1002|I call him." He accordingly my lips 1002|Opened, and at my words cast back their shut. 1002|"Thou seest that I am with that woman cursed; 1002|To be dissolved in twain were to add misery. 1002|So is it now decreed, thy pride is this: 1002|To make the world thy banker, thou wouldst lay 1002|More stress on One, who is your sum to him. 1002|If His, thou hast in another fed fraud, 1002|Which fraud His humblest as Himself will not 1002|For He is nigh to ask, and can do nothing." 1002|"If I pondered take in finer point 1002|The mortal incantation which enticed 1002|The soul of him, who is my loftiest will, 1002|My impious fingers missed it," I to him 1002|Said; "and so press home the sweet desire, 1002|I do not avail myself of all the sages 1002|Countered in my voyage of the holy path. 1002|But simple Clytemnestra tolled her bell, 1002|And in the tent of mighty-hearted Mars, 1002|When I beheld the place assigned to us, 1002|With lowly seat and with pale visage she 1002|Stood weeping, and those other saints who with her 1002|Pour poured forth as pours the mountain-stream its blood. 1002|When we were where was the roar of torrents, 1002|Pouring their fury on our heads, our souls 1002|They struck with passion, and restrained them there; 1002|But not so that backward they made a circuit; 1002|There was the fire of Lucifer already 1002|On every side, so that our way we fear. 1002|"Thou askest water, and I to tepid spring 1002|Will bring it; but the water-brook must needs 1002|I leave unfinished, for out of it thou shalt see 1002|If thou indeed dost truly deem me true. 1002|Now compass thou thyself about the cavern, 1002|That so the fire may kindle not in thee lie, 1002|And thou and all thy followers likewise 1002|May be among the sooty ashes." 1002|And since there was not any water in it 1002|For washing, there I stood as bard before Him; 1002|And he, so answering, called to me his Count. 1002|And all his robe shone brilliant with a colour 1002|That did not long endure upon my sight. 1002|"From hence, mad man (said he), take heed and mind; 1002|Unless thy fear and doubt control and quiet, 1002|'Twill be cut short in falling into error." 1002|Ah, how astonished and amazed were those folk, 1002|Who saw the error and the stumbling with me! 1002|Onward I went, and then the grace prolific 1002|With the most lively light became manifest. 1002|Whence to my doubting friends, who panted thereat, 1002|My talk resumed their faithfulness anew. 1002|Even as he had spoken who verily feels 1002|A solace near at hand, of the which he quails, 1002|Even such was I, and unto Beatrice 1002|In so great need the clear light of study turned. 1002|Even as when and where the bridal hours 1002|The sisters hold with Morn and Eve, their sister, 1002|Come unto the marriage feast and cup-bailey, 1002|Even so did I proceed, and saw the gleam 1002|Of the celestial hastening-vessel's plumage. 1002|Not only I, but all that light endeared 1002|Became more manifest to me in view, 1002|So radiant and minute, that mine eyes 1002|Still touched upon the top of the celestial ladder! ======================================== SAMPLE 34580 ======================================== 1002|That the light which thou beholdest was ne'er 1002|By man illuminated, as this is by God. 1002|As in a jar the various metals move, 1002|Different metals move the light in which they are; 1002|And this moved you, my master, and this waters 1002|The eloquent waters; hence has arisen 1002|That which I see in you, and hence your power. 1002|Yet it may be that it was not; for why? 1002|If but because those waters in whom 'twas wound 1002|Oozed very sweet, was therein incensed. 1002|But who was therein, can I say? never he 1002|O'er all the universe has ever been led; 1002|Nameless therefore I hold him above I know not." 1002|"My child," said I to him, "looks up with eyes 1002|Praised in heaven, and in those beautiful skies 1002|Interpreters have entrusted his comprehension. 1002|And would that in that harmony which reigns 1002|There might with equal footing link our thoughts, 1002|So that into your own it might be clothed 1002|As far as from the index finger to the foot. 1002|O glory of the human family 1002|With feet unstained! who 'midst the blessed lifings 1002|Of the unseen world your footsteps seven angles measure! 1002|From out all the aeons listen to their ruler, 1002|Who with the nature of your offspring goes on 1002|Soon as in number it fulfils its potential state. 1002|From out the primal germs doth God transform them; 1002|He who from nature gave you then informs you 1002|What recompenses are due to you in the rising; 1002|And so, if you will believe, our transitory state 1002|Of happiness is knit up up up with His, 1002|Who wills that we be blessed in this vale of years, 1002|And that, as soon as life has branched out along it, 1002|I may unfold to you the stupendous recompence. 1002|Now Caesar, when he of Rome beheld the magic circle 1002|Which was created for the redemption of 1002|Heresy, and for the triumph of his own faith, 1002|Sent forth an embassy among the Flemings there 1002|To bring him hither, that he might prove the faith 1002|By which he lived, and die a hundred times. 1002|And he to him who sent him hither came, 1002|As one odorous from a female's lily-bud, 1002|And began to answer: "By the spear, Sir, 1002|Which pierced him through, the wound is closed, 1002|And open from the war which he hath fought." 1002|Then said his mother, looking at her lad, 1002|"He hath not attained to that complete end 1002|Which is for him with the angels won; 1002|The other with his spear he hath reached not." 1002|And him replied: "I conquer by works not force, 1002|But faith, which is achieved by fruit of deeds." 1002|Then said he to her: "Shepherd, thy claims deplore 1002|As long as man denies the immortality 1002|Of the immutable, nor believes in God; 1002|And then, from that day, from the establishment 1002|Of the faith that makes the heavens depend upon it, 1002|Thou shalt not leave the fold; but shalt be glad, 1002|Both if with me thy daughter be embraced, 1002|And, if with me she make thee a father more." 1002|On the right knee of our Perfect Leader 1002|Turned I, and said: "Tell me, if thou understandest 1002|Things that befell me; then commend to me 1002|What I shall hear from thee." And soon as he 1002|Saw I was wanting what I sought, he said: 1002|"Since thou washest with thy crying loud 1002|Of Me, whom thou couldst not, let thy voice be heard." 1002|"O voice of my grace! O spirit gracious! 1002|What helpmate like brother is in the face!" 1002|This was all I heard, and yet what should I do? 1002| ======================================== SAMPLE 34590 ======================================== 42034|And now it's over--'tis the last ride!-- 42034|And we go back in a hurry. 42034|My mother has the worst luck. 42034|She's gone down so many times, 42034|She's always been wrong at the wrong trick, 42034|And always done it again. 42034|The day was good--the sky was clear, 42034|The river was flowing fair; 42034|I saw them from the road now coming-- 42034|And when they reached the place-- 42034|A very scared--I guess startled thing-- 42034|Just as if they'd never seen 42034|Those kind of things before. 42034|Then, I remember turning, turning, 42034|And thinking: "Now, what if? 42034|I'll never see them, please God, at all, 42034|I'll never see them go!" 42034|I can't tell you what it is to go 42034|So soon after leaving home; 42034|But surely I can't be surprised-- 42034|I'm old so it must be so. 42034|And all I know is, my eyes are starting 42034|To glow a little from the heat-- 42034|The roads are very, very lonely 42034|But I can almost stand. 42034|I want to be out when it's cool-- 42034|And so I climb the hill ahead; 42034|And then I go back in a hurry, 42034|And then I ride across. 42034|It's lonely waiting with long legs-- 42034|I almost pass a carriage door; 42034|I almost stop a station wagon, 42034|But then I get on and off. 42034|It's lonely waiting all the day, 42034|And I'm glad I came a bit earlier, 42034|And just a little bit more tired. 42034|I hate to think what _I_ would think if 42034|I had to wait when it's hot-- 42034|For they've got off of the train to-day 42034|In case you hadn't guessed. 42034|A boy called for the butter, 42034|And a girl for the tea; 42034|They've brought them all in between, 42034|And then they're all at home. 42034|A little boy with a long curly-lock, 42034|Came out last night to play. 42034|He carried a bag of goldfish, 42034|And a blackbird with glossy breast. 42034|A girl came in at the garden gate, 42034|And called and said "Daddy's gone to war," 42034|And every one laughed. 42034|A little young boy called for the cricket, 42034|And the cricket came with a cry. 42034|"Here!" said the cricket, "I'm your friend!" 42034|And off he flew away. 42034|A little boy called for the mouse, 42034|And the mouse came out with a look of rage. 42034|And the little boy turned to look-- 42034|Its eyes were white, its back was bare. 42034|A little old man came back from the sea 42034|With three sacks on his back. 42034|He carried back those sacks to the little shop 42034|When he came back from the sea. 42034|What do you call the little house that I found in the hay? 42034|Three little yellow balls with little green ears-- 42034|Four little bright blue eyes with a little round mouth-- 42034|Two round white mouths and a little little wings-- 42034|And a little old man with a sack on his back. 42034|I found it last week in the hayfield by the tall old-fashioned road. 42034|A small black house, with a great big yard. 42034|It was always the way, but always never the place-- 42034|A small black house, with a great big yard. 42034|And he said, "I'll call for the sheep before you go by. 42034|This little white sack, and one thin gray feather, 42034|We'll see, at least, that you're not as black as you seem." 42034|And I thought him kind, and sweet, and all-seeing, 42034|And I looked and saw for myself that I was right-- 42034|That I was to blame. 42034 ======================================== SAMPLE 34600 ======================================== 12241|From a friend, a neighbour, a dear child 12241|In that old house, the house that's dead. 12241|We met as she did every week 12241|When she came here, the new thing there, 12241|With a child in both her arms. 12241|My friend and I had started queer, 12241|We were two half-grown actors best; 12241|"She's blossoming like an apple," I 12241|Cried out, with a guilty smile. 12241|But when this child of ours was born, 12241|The child of mine was a devil incarnate. 12241|The child seemed the only thing worth while, 12241|And off I flung the baby there. 12241|I flung her there an hour or so 12241|Before the dawn, to let her rise, 12241|And, finding her a snug abode, 12241|I threw the baby, too, to-day. 12241|I flung her in with the rest, to-day; 12241|She's sleeping in her father's bed, 12241|The one that her mamma made; 12241|But, as for myself, a curious skink 12241|Is living under that plaster floor. 12241|The mamma and the wife are gone a-goose-hunting 12241|With Prussia's long and fabled war-horse to feed, 12241|While my head throbs with a strange delight, 12241|And a thousand memories throng. 12241|For once I saw Green-Leaf Hill, 12241|Where the great Red Hill of Value really takes place; 12241|And the view was singular, as you'd hope, 12241|While the view was peculiar, to see the view, 12241|For it ran all the way to the Pacific, 12241|So you go up from Richmond down. 12241|But a little farther on than that 12241|If you really insist, 12241|You will see a grand view of old Va.. 12241|You'll go down that way, when it's over, 12241|For it looks more like a hill, 12241|Than it does up north, 12241|Then it goes away, 12241|And the scenery's less spectacular. 12241|And finally it's time for breakfast; 12241|I'm not accustomed to it yet, I'm afraid; 12241|Yet there's nothing to stop my feet 12241|From climbing that grand Red Hill. 12241|To climb and to explore! 12241|I had hoped to see a picture of the hill and valley, 12241|And a view of the Red Hill itself, 12241|Like one of the few that are still extant, 12241|Of a few wild old days of the miller's, 12241|In the glory of the summer time, 12241|And the glory of the miller's miller's, 12241|When the sky was pure silver, and the little birds flew 12241|And the big blue heron fed, 12241|And the children ran giddily as they heard the plow shake the 12241|And the young were singing in glee 12241|Because they had discovered 12241|That this hill was the summit of it, 12241|Which made all the rest just as much above as it. 12241|A hill that's not climbed, nor scaled, 12241|But climbed in vain. 12241|A view I do not seek, 12241|A place that's not a pane 12241|Where I could hide from the glare of daylight. 12241|A view that's not a pane, 12241|A view from a peep, 12241|A view that's not a hiding from the light of daylight. 12241|A view that's not a pane, 12241|A view that's not a pane, 12241|A hill that's not climbed, nor scaled, 12241|But climbed in vain. 12241|A rock I will not see, 12241|Nor a slope that's not been, 12241|Nor a precipice I have not paddled,-- 12241|Nor a crag that's not ploughed by a wheelbarrow, 12241|Nor a chasm that's not flooded by a boat; 12241|Nor a road that's not been, nor a bridge I've crossed, 12241|Nor a mountain's mouth under ======================================== SAMPLE 34610 ======================================== 9889|And, like a hush of the sea, 9889|Our eyes grew still, and our hearts grew calm. 9889|It was a moment of pure delight-- 9889|A moment, a moment to be-- 9889|A moment that can never be again-- 9889|A moment the stars have blessed 9889|And the earth has known for a hundred years! 9889|For the soul on its way up to heaven 9889|Makes no one ever miss a single one! 9889|But the world's a blind one and often 9889|Waits to jeer at the soul on its way. 9889|For the joy of the soul on its way up 9889|Makes others laugh at the joy of the sky! 9889|We were the twain of the wind and the storm; 9889|Where were you?--You were all that is born 9889|Of the world, or the world's what they taught! 9889|We were the twain of the wind and the cloud, 9889|And in our hour we are ever the same-- 9889|In our hour you will neither be one 9889|Nor I the other! The world may grin! 9889|There were two of us with the sea at play, 9889|And the world and the skies were one, 9889|And I sang a song; and you heard and listened, 9889|For out of the depths of the sky 9889|Flamingo the little gray Sparrow flew. 9889|As he flew by the sea of the storm we drifted, 9889|And his wings were so soft and white! 9889|I never heard of the words he said 9889|Till you turned round one day for rest; 9889|But he always flew by our side till he faded 9889|And the world faded away, too. 9889|Blow, wind! let us drink to the joy thereof! 9889|Blow, wind! the heart is so full of foam! 9889|Blow, wind--it grows still here in my sight! 9889|Now in the west the gray sea waves have grown calm-- 9889|I am tired of the bluster of waves here in the bay. 9889|Blow, wind--it grows still where we are drifting; 9889|Blow, wind--let us drink to the joy thereof! 9889|Let us lie down in the bay, a-winding to and fro; 9889|It's beautiful here all night long 9889|To watch the tide in its drifting flight-- 9889|It's beautiful to hear the tramping 9889|Of the surging rush of the water-- 9889|It's beautiful to see the billowing 9889|Of the spray as it leaps the sky. 9889|Blow, wind! let us drink to the joy thereof! 9889|Oh, how I have longed for my mate's voice once more! 9889|I remember how the voices of friends would call 9889|In the halls above, the way that their feet had come. 9889|I remember how a voice of longing would sound, 9889|A voice that sought for a place in my lover's arms. 9889|I'm ready to follow the wind, for the tide is high, 9889|The wind is so soft and so light 9889|It would bring us near that we long for so long. 9889|The sun is high; the moon is up in the sky; 9889|But I have no place when I'm drifting with him--no home. 9889|It may be the moon will bring us to her abode 9889|When the wind blows from the west again: 9889|But all I know is that I must never perish, 9889|But lie with my lover, my bride, 9889|Covered like a flower 9889|And wakened only to die. 9889|"Why do you wear a white wedding garment? 9889|With your blue name on it, 9889|And your locks in the sunshine twined like gilly-flowers, 9889|And your eyes as bright as the stars?" 9889|"Who wouldn't put gold in my pockets! 9889|I choose blue, for I don't need no money. 9889|I am rich and I'm gay, 9889|And I'm ready for anything!" 9889|"Dear me, the blue flannel is too coarse! 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 34620 ======================================== 1365|And said, "Come with me now, for the day is done." 1365|And the old man followed the way, and afar, 1365|Until he came unto the desert wide, 1365|To the land of the Amor. And they said, 1365|"Be not angry, my children; when we came 1365|Among the peoples, we found them peaceful 1365|And in peace; the tribe of Israel dwelt 1365|Among them; yet the tribe of Israel said, 1365|'He hath forsaken us; for now we see, 1365|Through our blindness, that he is not with us; 1365|Therefore our God hath driven us afar, 1365|And scattered us among the myriad tribes,--" 1365|Then the old man cast his heavy eyes, and sighed. 1365|But the children murmured, "Hark! they are speaking; 1365|It is the Voice of the Master that spake, 1365|And he is going to the land of the Amor!" 1365|Then the old man took the three companions one by one, 1365|And led them to a little valley wide, 1365|And let them sit therein, and plucked some grasses 1365|From a high wildwood tree; and he said unto them, 1365|"I will make the meadows green again for you." 1365|And the green meadows grew, and every tree 1365|Was yellow as a flame of fire; and they saw 1365|The shepherd Isaac, the lone shepherd-son of Bethlem, 1365|Swing softly in the shadow of an oak-tree. 1365|At the feet of him there stood a fountain stood, 1365|Gleaming bright like sunlight through the leaves, 1365|And he said unto Lot, in his heart, and in his soul, 1365|"Speak to me, my father, and I will speak to you." 1365|Lot heard him; but their speech lay deeper there 1365|Than words upon the tongue; the fountain spake 1365|More loudly, and told them what it had seen; 1365|And Lot believed it; but when they sought 1365|To take the fountain by the tendril that it led, 1365|They smote it with their hands, and the water spat 1365|Forth of its mouth toward them; then Lot, in his heart, 1365|Sighed, "Who hath done this?" And the shepherd answered, "Straight 1365|Went forth, Lot saw the fountain and spilt the water 1365|Upon the ground; then Lot heard a horse's feet 1365|Coming toward him, and rejoicing stood a while. 1365|Then spake the Master of the Living Seas, 1365|"Come ye with wisdom; let no man say 1365|Naught, for I will say it. First make ye clean, 1365|As the first cleanse, the first make ye clean! 1365|For the Master of the living seas, I speak 1365|As he would speak unto us of the things that be, 1365|And of this ordinance. He said unto me 1365|If I had lived forty days, I had seen 1365|The very spot where thou hadst been; and I saw 1365|How the water changes in the great wide sea." 1365|Lot heard what thus the Master of the living seas had said, 1365|And unto God replied, "I would that I had lived 1365|Twenty days; for I would give up every sin 1365|And sorrow that was straining at my heart: 1365|But I have seen the spot where ye had not been, 1365|And I have heard the words that have been spoken 1365|That have been known to me. Therefore I would live 1365|Twenty days, and give up every sorrow. 1365|And I shall give up the place in the great wide sea 1365|Where ye must dwell, and the water shall go 1365|Over your head into the lake of Galilee; 1365|And the water there shall change from whiteness to grayness, 1365|And ye shall be again clean and fair and blameless!" 1365|Then God said, "I will go down to the broad flood, 1365|The flood of my transgression; and when I come 1365|Unto the place where ye had been, and the place 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 34630 ======================================== A woman's life can never be 38475|With me! It never was, nor shall be hereafter. 38475|This is no place for a wife to be found, 38475|Or for a mother's hand to run to and fro. 38475|"In this place I cannot let my little ones go, 38475|But we shall find a new one, at Boston town-- 38475|A place where the men of the world will talk, 38475|And sigh, and curse, and talk in terms of scorn. 38475|"We shall have money and houses, but not much, 38475|And friends more like to those who have been here before; 38475|I shall not be content to leave her side, 38475|My babes to be neglected, and myself to mourn; 38475|"I will make the best of it, and here I abide, 38475|Though no man ever tell me that she was wrong-- 38475|(Though no man ever tell me that I was right)-- 38475|"It is a place where I'd sooner have been dead, 38475|If from her choice I had been left in the grave: 38475|I have no money, I have no house, and no wife, 38475|But I can give all things in my country's name. 38475|"I can give them to an Indian stranger, 38475|With his sword on shoulder, and his bows on back; 38475|And I don't think that man will be as fair a man 38475|As I, my lady--if so I had him here." 38475|Now, in that moment, who could guess what might happen? 38475|Who think they had got a heart to give him a tear? 38475|What should the women do when they heard the news? 38475|They could not all turn as soft as women used, 38475|And turn to husbands, who could say, in accents clear, 38475|A word to soothe his grief--yet all refused to do-- 38475|If they, in such a case, would but say, please forget 38475|My lady, 'tis past compare, I can give her away, 38475|Or send her some where--where but in Plymouth too. 38475|There, then, for my lady, I can send her from town, 38475|There build a house of brick, or else I shall abscond 38475|Away myself, and pay a ship's freight to a man, 38475|That I may weep and weep for myself, and still be gay. 38475|But if they were so generous, there might be no doubt, 38475|That I was happy, for they had not been so kind in three; 38475|I may have given her a hundred shillings--a gold pound, 38475|And had not married her to a devil. 38475|He was not very young--the years had not yet run their round-- 38475|He was by nature very reckless, and too quick on foot; 38475|He wanted health and liberty, and nothing was so fine; 38475|He'd been so long in India, he liked all things quite well. 38475|He was not very gay--but he was very sly at the same; 38475|He was quite sure she'd follow him a thousand miles and more, 38475|And she thought she loved him--he came to think of it next day. 38475|It seems that he had seen some of her little gray hairs, 38475|And thought they were most beautiful, so gave them away, 38475|A thousand miles and more he'd driven her, and won her love 38475|If but she saw some, she would marry him, and so please him. 38475|And then their marriage went off at any moment, no more,-- 38475|It might have been better if we had been happy five years!-- 38475|'Twas a sad wedding, but then--then men were very free. 38475|But now we have nothing, we have nothing 38475|But how shall we live?--what shall I wish for? 38475|Where shall we go for the summer's play?-- 38475|What shall I wish for?--this, and more beyond! 38475|With the grass upon our shoulders, and above us 38475|The sun's high shine, 38475|Where the boughs and the sky together meet, 38475|And spread their leaves, 38475|This is a happy ======================================== SAMPLE 34640 ======================================== 4332|Wine, and a few words from the sea, was all 4332|That a man of his wealth could buy; 4332|And a great friend or two 4332|Who could help him at his need, 4332|While his heart stood open for mercy. 4332|With a little and a great: 4332|A little house, 4332|And a great wife, 4332|And an old man, 4332|That was wise not to break. 4332|But he had a heart as hard as brass: 4332|A little, great house. 4332|A little, great wife. 4332|Her children stood at her door, 4332|The little ones she left to play, 4332|Till the old men came; 4332|'Twas their turn 4332|To feel 4332|And cry, 4332|And kiss her hand. 4332|'Twas her turn 4332|From the big house 4332|To the little home, 4332|And the little children to be left 4332|Where the gray maids used to play, 4332|So they would all be left alone. 4332|She had to keep the children there. 4332|The little children cried, 4332|'For they shall have no play, 4332|In the little house, 4332|With the little mother gone.' 4332|It was hard for the old men. 4332|Though their heart was hard, 4332|And their hands were hard, 4332|And their eyes were hard, 4332|And their feet were hard, 4332|"Well they must stay with the children here-- 4332|'Twas they brought 'em up! 4332|The house is big, 4332|And it holds 4332|A lot 4332|Of people." 4332|It was time to go home. 4332|"There is little room for us here, dear-- 4332|Only long lists of the people who 4332|Who comes: 4332|Long lists of the dead, 4332|Came from the towns across the streams. 4332|Then out they went in the darkness, 4332|As the sun grew sick." 4332|"Well they must sleep: 4332|The stars are watching things that die, 4332|And ghosts with the shadows round." 4332|"The town is a place 4332|Of dreams, 4332|Where a star 4332|Makes the darkness a star. 4332|"And we are tired, and a star is sick, 4332|And a star must rest in a dream without a rest!" 4332|"He sleeps," 4332|Said the little baby boy, 4332|"He is sick for a dream. 4332|Dreams are weak, 4332|And weak for his great head. 4332|And his sleep, 4332|He was asleep 4332|And dreaming of the stars." 4332|"You say that the stars are watching things, 4332|And strange shadows rise from the sleep they fill. 4332|Then what are the dreams that keep the stars 4332|Up? 4332|"They are shadows, 4332|Faces 4332|That come up out of the darkness, 4332|With strange tales of the dark past to tell. 4332|The dreams of the stars 4332|Are like men and women walking by, 4332|And watching things that die 4332|In visions, 4332|With only the dark past to see." 4332|"It is all dream," 4332|Said the little baby boy. 4332|"And I am sure it was all meant for me." 4332|He has gone the long way, 4332|He has walked the high way, 4332|But he is not quite at home. 4332|He has come, 4332|He has come home, 4332|He has found his mother sleeping sick, 4332|And the pale moon in the sky. 4332|The little brother will not speak his name, 4332|The mother lies still with her hands on her breast, 4332|She has none to do or say her prayers by; 4332|And he nevermore will step to her side, 4332|He will find the dark in the night there is none to see. 4332|" ======================================== SAMPLE 34650 ======================================== 30391|Where the dark woods and the dark sky 30391|Of some forgotten place, 30391|Are the shades of shadows passed 30391|On the wind and on the wave. 30391|Then the dark wood and the darkness 30391|Of a dark, lone land, 30391|That the wind-tost waves will dare 30391|Thitherward, when they see 30391|The dark cloud-capped, sky-like 30391|Mists that gather with a frown, 30391|And in the sky-strewn tide 30391|Foam and boil with black. 30391|Then the wood and the darkness, 30391|Where the red leaves flash and rise, 30391|'Mid the forest's mists and hoar, 30391|Like a ghost that haunts the place-- 30391|A shapeless, shapely, ghastly 30391|Beast that holds a maddening fear, 30391|The phantom of a fiend 30391|That hath a hideous heart. 30391|Then the dark wood and the darkness, 30391|With a storm for ever past; 30391|Where the dark storms and the dark nights 30391|Of a world of pain and tears 30391|Sink to an endless night. 30391|Then the dark woods and the darkness, 30391|Where a world of wrath is passed, 30391|In a land of light and dew, 30391|Sinks to the endless day. 30391|Then the dark woods and the darkness, 30391|Where a land is made to bend, 30391|O'er a land of evil deeds 30391|Foams with an endless pride, 30391|A sea of burning sulphur-- 30391|Of an endless rage and mire-- 30391|Where the world is turned to mire, 30391|By a burning fever and fire, 30391|To a land of fire and fire. 30391|Then the dark woods and the darkness 30391|Where the dark skies are turned to dust, 30391|And the rain of ages falls 30391|On the land of ruinous tears, 30391|And the earth is set in dust, 30391|As a land of ruinous tears. 30391|Then the dark woods and the darkness, 30391|Where the ghosts of ages come, 30391|To a land of darkness once more, 30391|And a land that is once more 30391|Sheltered in a land of gloom; 30391|A land of shadows and despair, 30391|Of the land of sorrow and tears, 30391|And of a land of death and death. 30391|Then the woods and shadows, darkness, 30391|Where the waves of chaos beat, 30391|With a noise of thunderous mirth, 30391|To a land of darkness of gold; 30391|And a land of darkness and gloom, 30391|Where the land of all-wasting pain-- 30391|That wastes and wastes to blackness e'en 30391|With the tears of ages dried. 30391|Then the forests and thunder, gloom, 30391|Where the earth is shaken and torn, 30391|With a thunder of the thunders 30391|Sinks to an endless night; 30391|A land of endless darkness, 30391|That is dark with a hell-fire 30391|That burns with a blood-red thirst. 30391|Then the silent forests and darkness, 30391|Where the mighty seas are bound 30391|With an abyss of mists and clouds, 30391|To the farthest bounds of space; 30391|Where the wild winds of the air 30391|With the waves of space are sent, 30391|To the waters of the night, 30391|To the land of death and death. 30391|Then the silent forest and darkness, 30391|Where the waters wag and weave 30391|In a gulf of a dreary wold 30391|Of the world where nothing is white; 30391|Where the mighty winds in storm, 30391|That are mighty to devour, 30391|Are but shadows that pass by, 30391|By a power, whose deeds are lost. 30391|Then the silent woods and darkness 30391|Where the dead are buried deep, 30391|In a land of gloom and tears, 30391|Where a world of pain and tears ======================================== SAMPLE 34660 ======================================== 1745|As all thir Parts in one whole. Such joys 1745|Are all the more sweet becazure they be 1745|Not seen in any other Form above. 1745|Whereat mine eye unwares did ascend 1745|Into that beauteous eminence 1745|To view new pleasures, which as then I saw, 1745|Wondring and marveling, from my Teare 1745|Did draw the Soul of him for whom it ran. 1745|But as I did behold the Empyrean 1745|So large and bright, and these high Gods behold, 1745|I faine would have thee declare, but know 1745|Already all thy case, how hereafter sound 1745|Thine answer: for the Teare shall be thine own 1745|To Teare, for she knows all. Thus far again 1745|Learn else: but Teare, not to return againe. 1745|He lookd and saw the Scepter from on high 1745|Above the heads of those inferior Kings 1745|Which now upon the earth are wrought, and more 1745|And greater then the Throne which here they hold; 1745|But little they by paper, weighd not weighd. 1745|He saw the Powers in whom Celestial Justice 1745|Lay storesteady: he at once awak'd and brake 1745|His stedfast eye, and, who the writing was 1745|Upon the Clay, he knew; for in no thing 1745|Parted alike of look or stamp divine 1745|Heard not Admiration of his work or Art. 1745|He writing read, and soon or late that Sea 1745|Of Swart-born thralderers shall for ever end, 1745|And other worlds then welcome Infants wade; 1745|And from that fountain Drybones shall return 1745|To reeds, and from th' Angels hear this draught; 1745|This not destructive to his Race shall stand, 1745|But good to man, this Evidential Verse: 1745|This more then all the rest, over Masters Fist 1745|Reigns ethereal reign, extending his reign 1745|Of Triune Virtues, to the ground tract of his 1745|Fountain Nativities; there rules the World 1745|Of Things Animall, other Natures naturally 1745|Ruing Satan to the height of thir Reign 1745|His counter Art will scale, and drive them out 1745|As from thir trie: He from that Region drives 1745|His false Idolatries, to make them like 1745|In all grace and dignity with himself. 1745|But what if he in pomp of pomp be tript 1745|In outward mold, and seem another Heav'n; 1745|And though in outward like Advizance, and 1745|Performing all Gods Materies, still 1745|Dulls and Delights alike; yet shall not all 1745|His works before thee unbehold, as Arts 1745|Inclined to trample and accompt of works 1745|Inclined to taint, nor want they all repose, 1745|From this thy careful watch; which so observing, 1745|Thou shalt discern Spirits of this World farr off, 1745|Though in unonderst World; yet as they will range 1745|Our isle, whose slighted aim they were not brede, 1745|Shall find delight in deep derision here; 1745|Whereof the more part shall be their gall, the more 1745|Shall be their torment: as the Sun himself, 1745|Though of high Heav'n heume, yet of Earth deprave, 1745|Presents a poor inferior measure; hee 1745|Doth gage his highth of this high Titled Realm 1745|By lowl, and so lowth those he doth please 1745|With lower titles, even so this dark 1745|All maleficed World shall be our curse remed'd, 1745|And our reproach remedied in behalf 1745|Of all the Titles usurped; thus shall grave 1745|Our own abuses voucht, and confess our own 1745|Lost and illumin'd Anarchy, for whom 1745|(So God hath will'd) all titles but oppressions 1745|With titles now are seem'd ======================================== SAMPLE 34670 ======================================== 1279|"O, I'm gaun ay doon mysel' wi' mair than ye'll hae." 1279|The fient a trimmer she took his han', 1279|When she a feller had been bauld; 1279|Gin he was aye mair kent to scour. 1279|He's on hissel' a bare-footed wight, 1279|Mair laird'd than ae rich mune, 1279|Till a' that night she michtna rise, 1279|For she wadna be as free as me. 1279|"Alas! I'm but ae frien'; 1279|O, my luck maun ye mend us a', 1279|As aye ye said ye was mendin' us; 1279|Ye said ye wadna hae tine us 1279|Ae laird's wein and bannock; 1279|But ye're a' beguil'd frae mornin' till sundown." 1279|The auld sma'd bride hath taen him, 1279|And the cauld frost was ne'er ca'd; 1279|He's on hissel' a bare-foot wi' mair pride. 1279|"Forbye," says the Bride, "I maun see 1279|Mysel' that's mendin' us in vain; 1279|Tho' my feet are barefooted now, 1279|I am like a barefoot naut; 1279|And it's sae weel kent, as I've been told, 1279|That a fair haughty woman is a fiercest of foes." 1279|M'Grady, the Bridegroom's pride, 1279|Is ae blych day o' life, 1279|A' his friends that night he meet, 1279|And sic a gipsy-wife, 1279|As aye he said, his heart 1279|Sae blythe when the day was clear, 1279|And sic a gipsy-lover. 1279|The last words he spoke 1279|Out o' his heart he cast, 1279|And there he gae anuthin' pray: 1279|"Let nae place for thee be, 1279|For I hae an auld wife now; 1279|I've reined her this lang syne, 1279|And I'll put out a' my hat, 1279|And I'll gie to her an unhair'd lass; 1279|We'll wed wi' pride and pow, 1279|My love and his--my dear!" 1279|His words are spoken far and wide; 1279|The Bride's tears run fast; 1279|The Bridegroom's sorrows flow; 1279|He's gane, and he's gane, 1279|Out o'er the mountains wild. 1279|O that there was a song, 1279|How love stole hauf o'er me! 1279|And how I thought on him 1279|As gae to the bend o' the hill 1279|Out o'er the mountains dark! 1279|The Bride was in her chamber, 1279|Wi' her auld gray locks braid; 1279|And she sang a sang o' love, 1279|While on an elder sat her lad. 1279|He was dear to nature, 1279|Wha smelt lichtly like cherries, 1279|And he sang a sang o' love; 1279|He sat in a miry bower, 1279|And murmured a sang o' love. 1279|"O I see a Queen o' roses 1279|Sae gleying in her hair; 1279|Sae licht in her eyes, sae licht on her breast, 1279|Sae golden upon her brow. 1279|"O ye who rule the nations, 1279|Ladies of honour and pride, 1279|To reign in your realms amiss is most unkind, 1279|When there's a weddin' new ye. 1279|"I think on the Lord a', 1279|That the blood shed frae day to brood o' night, 1279|That the sins forgiven frae the dead, 1279|On the bended knee did ======================================== SAMPLE 34680 ======================================== 2732|The lady from his door did wait. 2732|The door was softly opened, 2732|And sweetly spoke they baith; 2732|'O Lord, be it never! 2732|I come no more to see 2732|The love in which you dwell!' 2732|The Lady from the door was silent, 2732|The lady from the door 2732|Was very sweetly silent, 2732|And she kissed his mouth and nose. 2732|'O Love! O Love!' quoth she, 2732|'The deed must needs be done, 2732|I came to tell that I love thee, 2732|But I cannot go abroad.' 2732|'Then let not this short stay 2732|Hurt thee at all,' said he, 2732|'And go my ways for ever, 2732|I will bring thee to thy love.' 2732|'O Love! O Love!' she then 2732|Said softly, softly, 'be true! 2732|I have loved thee, Love, as God would love, 2732|And to do this will I keep thy vows.' 2732|'Then, in the name of God!' he said, 2732|'My love, it is enough 2732|To love thee, Love, and do thy vows! 2732|For I will be thine every day.' 2732|'O Love! O Love!' she then 2732|Said softly, softly, 'hearken! 2732|What wilt thou do if I should die? 2732|Take charge of all my life's affairs.' 2732|'I will go with thee and live with thee, 2732|And still be happy in thy love, 2732|And leave all the rest to thy delight, 2732|And make no complaint in the least.' 2732|'O Love! O Love!' she then 2732|Said sweetly, sweetly, 'for this 2732|I must go with thee and live with thee, 2732|And will be always with thee.' 2732|'I will give thee a boon, 2732|And this I cannot tell unto thee, 2732|But give thee--a good and true man, 2732|(Which I, by the way, shall make thee)-- 2732|An honest purse with money in it. 2732|A purse of honesty, a dollar bill.' 2732|Lady, I sing the song of the South, 2732|Whose shores are a forest brake, 2732|Where, through the kisses of the South, 2732|We catch the summer's breath; 2732|Where all the winds of the sea 2732|Are murmured and thrilled by the sea; 2732|Where the waters, the wild waters, blow 2732|From hill to hill, from nook to nook, 2732|Till we stand on the very crest 2732|Of a mighty, grand, and rolling river. 2732|In an isle of the sunset hight 2732|We were born, we were made, and we 2732|Were nursed of the sea, and her sons; 2732|Till our race spread itself through the land, 2732|And its feet were the roads where men went: 2732|Till, to the very foundations dark, 2732|Our flag, that the sea had loved, was born; 2732|And the name of the race was "The Home Nation." 2732|The sea, the home-nurses' child, 2732|Strikes out in the blue, 2732|With an angry laugh at the earth's pain, 2732|And the souls of the men she has smote. 2732|They go forth singing, day by day, 2732|They sleep among the hills, they rise 2732|Breathing strong airs through the sunlit sea. 2732|Like a thousand little ships 2732|They sail in great numbers, 2732|To where the home-nurses grow 2732|So like the home-nurses, 2732|The home-nurses, the young men and the maids, 2732|That the home-nurses are young men and maids. 2732|The sea, the home-nurses' God, 2732|Sends them each an angel, 2732|All radiant and gay and fierce and tall; 2732|And their prayers follow when ======================================== SAMPLE 34690 ======================================== 3023|But when I can't,--the wretch! 3023|'Tis all the same; I'll no longer stay with you. 3023|I know! I know! 3023|You had me in a worse case than I was in. 3023|Good Night, my friend. Good night! good night! 3023|(He throws the curtains down before she enters.) 3023|Away in the distance, the shadows of houses 3023|Are melting away; 3023|A thrill of music strikes the soul; 3023|Through trees and bushes joy is seen. 3023|And now the night-wind's breath is sighing, 3023|And now the rain is crying. 3023|But now the night brings sorrow, 3023|As when it begins, 3023|A cloud that is flying the heavens 3023|Bearing the name of those who fell. 3023|(THE MUSE ascends to a higher sphere.) 3023|I had not my heart's desire-- 3023|That is, my full life's desire; 3023|I had no heart at all, 3023|That is, my heart and soul's desire; 3023|I never could have known it so, 3023|Since I first knew thee. 3023|But now the hour's at hand! 3023|What hast thou done to me? 3023|That is, what hast thou done to me? 3023|And I am lost already, 3023|Hushed from the rest of men; 3023|All else in my heart is mute. 3023|Thou wert the light that fell on me, 3023|Thy form's soft brightness then, 3023|In a soft calm of days. 3023|(She leans upon the Bible and droops her head.) 3023|My God! how strange it seems! 3023|How strange it seems! 3023|My God! I cannot understand! 3023|When is to-morrow's sun? 3023|When it should be sun-rise? 3023|'Twas that your hand 3023|Grew in mine, and bore me off! 3023|I see the sun in the distance shining like a gem, 3023|You seem so like mine own. 3023|Your own self, too, perhaps, 3023|You seem to me so very much! 3023|To thee, how should I know, 3023|Myself I never yet have looked upon, 3023|When I should think the whole world over? 3023|Thyself, my sister,-- 3023|My dearest, how must thou know, 3023|Since thou art always silent too! 3023|Why talk when others do? 3023|To-morrow's sun? 3023|And thou still speaking of thy God? 3023|My God! to live this life's one year, 3023|To be alone with thine own soul, 3023|To be by thyself, soever! 3023|Is not that most fair with all a man wou'd see? 3023|There, now, let's leave it. My God! (they follow.) 3023|So I can. 3023|I had not thought to see thee here, 3023|Of all thy good and pleasant home, 3023|In manhood's garb appear in all the way! 3023|To tell a miracle, 3023|With all her being so divine, 3023|Was but to say too much. 3023|My God! to look upon thee, 3023|Thine eyes, my love, my life and mine, 3023|With such a face, and look with such a glad heart, 3023|It seemed a Heaven to me! thou and I, 3023|Here with this very night, 3023|The whole day long, did we 3023|In the sweet dwelling live. 3023|They found us dead, 3023|But how! 3023|By the chimney-flame! 3023|That kindled with a flash of light! 3023|How was it that my soul was caught and caught by thee! 3023|Hast thou not a Will? 3023|I have none. 3023|(She looks around, with horror and horror, then in a whisper, 3023|sees the book, as follows: 3023|"See, this is Love," ======================================== SAMPLE 34700 ======================================== 27221|He view'd the sacred pages with a smile. 27221|The saintly form was ineffable, 27221|Nor could thy pious penance check its power; 27221|Or make the page to turn away his eye, 27221|Or check his pangs, in slumber's soothing power. 27221|In such a form resplendent, and so fair, 27221|Thy saintly sprite no more is wont to shine. 27221|'Twas now but as the fancy, then, 27221|When the soft air and fickle light 27221|Had all diffused their influence, 27221|That their sweet influence was lost 27221|In the dull darkness of the night. 27221|But now the holy book appears; 27221|For when the saint to wake thy love gave light, 27221|The spirit in its slumbers died, 27221|As if its stay were long delayed, 27221|And with a soft, but trembling breath, 27221|The holy book appears. 27221|The form we cherish will not last, 27221|And 'tis with death the memory stay; 27221|The light of life is gone! 27221|Thus is the form all glowing gone, 27221|And thus is its immortal blaze 27221|Bowed to the fatal gloom of death, 27221|As if a scene of gloom, 27221|Where'er it shone, had pass'd away, 27221|To leave no traces left behind. 27221|From her inmost bower, 27221|O'er the lovely maid a veil of azure she threw; 27221|Nor on that bosom cold, 27221|Cold, cold! 27221|That as her breath impregn'd her, 27221|Is mourn'd by both her parent and her child. 27221|Yet is the maid, 27221|O'er the lovely maid, 27221|With a bosom calm and free, 27221|Alas! for the warm blood that was so sprightly too! 27221|Alas! for the gladsome pride 27221|That was her mien and her mien alone! 27221|But the gloom that o'er 27221|Her form descended, 27221|Sets deep the tranquil and majestic mind. 27221|Oh! gentle is that veil, 27221|As that which veil'd thy spirit, 27221|Now to be remembranced by its shade; 27221|And will it last until thy death? 27221|The tear will start, 27221|And the warm, glad pulse of thy spirit give way; 27221|But ah! the veil will fall, 27221|Which now rests on the bower of thy youth; 27221|And the gloom will go, 27221|O thou holy and holy now, from thy tomb. 27221|That breath of sweetest perfume 27221|From whence first it was, 27221|It is vanish'd now in the autumn air. 27221|The sweetest flower of all, 27221|From the day that it gaz'd on its own, 27221|It is chang'd and decays. 27221|The first that wast ever born, 27221|It is loath'd and forsook; 27221|The fairest stream of all, 27221|With murmuring winds along its way, 27221|It has left its dewy banks, 27221|And through the world's new birth-season 27221|Has pass'd, and is yet unknown, 27221|To leave a place behind, 27221|Where the traveller may weep for his woe! 27221|This is the scene of thy sad end, 27221|Thy final and best resting-place! 27221|This scene is sad to see, 27221|For it suits not your toning art; 27221|And yet 'tis but the sad reply, 27221|Of all that could so much have pleased; 27221|For the man that in his time, 27221|On his sweet-toned notes, 27221|Had not that soft refreshment found, 27221|From those soft voices as harmonious, 27221|As the voices that flow'd from those lips, 27221|When in the numbers of his rhymes 27221|Alas, that melody should die! 27221|But there was a strain 27221|That seem'd in harmony bestow. 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 34710 ======================================== 30282|Þe godeȝ, þe kynde of þe kynder mote, 30282|Þat þe kynder mon mone his dere þe tyme, 30282|“Lorde, lengeȝ hem oure lorde and godeȝ his ge{m}me. 30282|& hy{m} hy{m} watȝ þe beste wat{er} of fyll me{n} 30282|When he wyst þe wat{er} and went wysly bry{n}de? 30282|& if I þer comened þ{er}-aft{er}, I fayled.” 30282|Þe wyf watȝ godeȝ & gode þ{er}-oute, 30282|Þe beste ferde þat her fonde makid i{n} mykande, 30282|Þe deþed to þe deþed prydie & to his schulde. 30282|& þer fyne i{n} his fayned foules sy{n}ne, 30282|“& þe beste fram to his fram hade þ{a}t þay hade note, 30282|He was þat þer i{n} þe iude & þe goode, 30282|For by-pedent, and he gost a poy{n}t{er}; 30282|Lest I{e}r{usa}l stel he hent i{n} hys chate, 30282|& as þe brest þat were, & vnnden þ{er}-oute, 30282|As þat I{e}r{usa}l þe blyþe wat{er}ed he nome. 30282|& þat on hit watȝ a brode þat watȝ note, 30282|Þat no brode i{n} brod þat hade hit of hetene, 30282|& brode watȝ no hent þat boþe, & rode was hote; 30282|& as þay vpon vch a brod wyth-i{n}ne, 30282|Hit watȝ a boffre fayned þat fayrt þe frayen þ{er}-oute, 30282|Bot as þay watȝ solyafly þer of alle m{er}. 30282|His bak hade beene, his blykke a bant + vnder schulden 30282|& his bede & his bille a blod hem top i{n} þyn hete. 30282|& of þat bryȝt þat iuste iustyse was, 30282|Þenkke his pyte on fot i{n} his burȝ vpon fere, 30282|To faylle i{n} his fader, fele i{n} his fele, 30282|& of his fylþe flau{n}de wak & co{n}n hit hent, 30282|W{i}t{h} his pyty{n}g p{re}son to com to his wylle; 30282|For I{e}r{usa}l is gon of g{ra}ce g{ra}, 30282|And neu{er} bot neu{er} by mawl{e} ne boþe; 30282|Þat he myȝt i{n} atte þe aperke his mydnyse. 30282|When þe fayre fegylest loked on top hyȝe 30282|To loke on þe lofe þat loked i{n} his lepge; 30282|Þer fayn þe fyrst of faire fyrst fayned hy{m} wes, 30282|Þen falle i{n} þe felde, þay fela{m} faylled i{n}-to þe seluen, 30282|& as þay fynke & þe fende fayngande to stonde; 30282|For þe wyþ{ ======================================== SAMPLE 34720 ======================================== 27336|He was very happy with the money he got. 27336|I have seen men rich and famous rise and die, 27336|To whom the world's applause was less than praise, 27336|And some would rise in glory, and some in shame. 27336|I could not bear a rich and famous dead; 27336|I found a place in the poor and lowlands, 27336|Where the land of the poor and lowly lives, 27336|For they are the seed-corn of the wealthy few. 27336|I was glad when I went to the grave of Jones, 27336|Because it gave the wealthy few no room, 27336|But I did not envy those who will not sleep 27336|Beyond the river of Time and its will, 27336|As they may sleep in the valley of tears; 27336|They are just the children of the manhood 27336|That can dream and be happy in memory. 27336|The poor man and soldier, the honest man and maid, 27336|The noble and humble, they live in the old way, 27336|As far as the eye can see them, with hearts full of hate. 27336|They are the seed-corn of the wealthy few. 27336|There was not a man or woman I surveyed, 27336|Though I felt the sharp sting of envy. 27336|'Twas the pride of the poor man, 'twas the joy of the poor, 27336|And the sorrow of all was a blessing, 27336|For they were the seed-corn of the wealthy few. 27336|I said not of them, I spoke of the common herd 27336|Who were the seed-corn of the wealthy few. 27336|But I found myself with a sick and half-dead 27336|In my own home, while on the ground of the strife 27336|Of the poor and the proud, and the sorrows and fears 27336|And the woes of the good and the evil of life: 27336|And the rich and the great, that were the seed-corn of the poor. 27336|I sat by the bedside and viewed the patient child 27336|That had died and gone over to her mother 27336|Upon her knees; and I saw the poor child at her side, 27336|As gently she dipped her small white hand, and smiled, 27336|And passed from the room, and died, for she knew 27336|Her mother remembered at least some of the words 27336|She said at her death for her grave. And I said 27336|'Twas the pride of the poor man, and I said 'twas the joy 27336|Of the rich man, and then I said 'twas the curse 27336|Of the poor. I said 'twas the pride of the brave few, 27336|And I came to my cabin door and went back 27336|To the woman with the patient face, the young girl 27336|At the side of the bed, who is not yet dead 27336|But is lying, and watching, and listening. 27336|You will come back home again, dear, and I know, 27336|Though I cannot speak of it, you will feel 27336|That the proud old farmer, on whose heart beats low, 27336|Died not for envy; and though pride is a selfish joy, 27336|We two shall be happy. How beautiful it is 27336|To be happy alone in the woods! When I read 27336|How the poor child lived, not for herself, but for us, 27336|I was filled with strength and courage. Now it is 27336|Myself who live for her, for hers. I am free, 27336|And all my life long in life is in vain. 27336|I am here in the valley of life, and the land 27336|Is all beauty and beauty. And I cannot die-- 27336|Not if I might. Here are the things I say: 27336|I have lived my life; it is not my life 27336|That I die to live; if I only could die 27336|To be her guardian angel. I have lived my day, 27336|And the work of my work is done. I have walked 27336|In the sunlight, and heard the sound of the sea 27336|Rippling above the hills. I have lived and had 27336|My story to tell, and now it ======================================== SAMPLE 34730 ======================================== 15553|And I will walk through the night!" 15553|The first of the spring time, the little bird, 15553|And the white road way 15553|With the flowering trees, the young rose sky, 15553|The sun a-breaking through. 15553|A new life for him, the song of the birds 15553|And the bloom and the sun and the fragrance, 15553|The fragrance and love, 15553|And the warm earth and its dear warmth. 15553|Sweet springtime, sweet wayfarer, 15553|Drawn to thee? 15553|Drawn to thee by the face that I meet 15553|With a smile of thine? 15553|"A bird, a bird!" it said in the rain, 15553|"I am so weary of the street, 15553|I've never flown above a house 15553|In heaven, but I love to love the wild." 15553|But he answered: "Why weep and sigh, 15553|If there's a bird 15553|To sing thee home the song of thee? 15553|"For there's always a bird; but I, 15553|I hear not theest to the window, 15553|I cannot answer the voice of that bird 15553|I am weary of the long, long ways." 15553|He took a little white rose-bud, 15553|He drew the stem tight-- 15553|It sank to his heart and burned. 15553|He kissed the mouth, the heart was white, 15553|And the fragrance filled every way 15553|For the bird that did so much for him. 15553|"A song of mine, doth all end well?" 15553|And the white rose-tree, it spoke: 15553|"A soul that sang, a bird that doth fly, 15553|I bring the world a song of spring!" 15553|The song of me, it said! 15553|How should I say the song's over? 15553|O'er all the world the spring goes by, 15553|For men have loved all, shall I not love one? 15553|They brought his body home, it was white, 15553|Their sorrow, it made him their own; 15553|For it was mine to bring the world to him. 15553|Ah, Love, the way is long 15553|To list to all we hear; 15553|Yet, when we list our souls rejoice 15553|To remember the day, 15553|When first we heard your song of spring, 15553|And saw the white rose blossoming. 15553|All down the green sea-beds 15553|There's not a lonely ship, 15553|But some have voyaged away 15553|To the wild lands of other men. 15553|All that day 'tis day, and night, 15553|All that night 'tis darkness deep, 15553|But, when the dawn comes up, will sing 15553|Their dawn-tears so many a day. 15553|I have no wealth of ships to take 15553|To the far lands, to the far sea-lands, 15553|Where the wind winds and the great sea-birds 15553|Are bringing spices and gold, 15553|And spices and gold, and corn and wine, 15553|To the rich king's daughter, May, 15553|In the land of Fairy folk. 15553|For her heart is ever in the north; 15553|She hears the vesper-song, 15553|And she hears the spring-tide chime; 15553|And the sun-rays on the seaward hill 15553|Show Love's image smiling bright. 15553|The dawn came up the garden-wall, 15553|With pale red lips and wondering eye. 15553|She looked at the shining face, 15553|With all a mother's pride 15553|About her, and she whispered low: 15553|"I am waiting for you." 15553|On the threshold stood the old king, 15553|The lovely May, and, in his hand, 15553|A pitcher of gold and crystal wine, 15553|And a red heart-heal for two. 15553|She looked at the king's great face, 15553|And the old king's arms were laden 15553|With silver and his heart full glad 15553|On ======================================== SAMPLE 34740 ======================================== 29345|Till, tired of being lazy, 29345|At daybreak I should come home and hear you in the dark.-- 29345|No, no--I shall not come home again till I am dead, 29345|For I am tired of being lazy. 29345|So I shall go to work to-night 29345|And do the best I can 29345|That when I get home to sleep 29345|A few nights and days 29345|From being lazy. 29345|I am a big green frog 29345|That lives all alone 29345|In this pretty dark green pool 29345|Out in the woods away from men and the world. 29345|For some good reason 29345|I do not know, 29345|But I have big green, rounded eyes 29345|That people do not see. 29345|The water is very dark 29345|And licks the rim of my head 29345|And runs along the rim 29345|In circles like a little glass of water. 29345|I am glad I am a frog 29345|Because 29345|There are many little things to do 29345|In the dark woods away from men and the world. 29345|And I like to be a frog 29345|Because 29345|There are lots of things to see and do 29345|In the dark woods away from men and the world. 29345|Here's to the green, green Earth 29345|(And to whoever is listening-- 29345|Hold your tongue! There are frogs in the bushes.) 29345|Here's to the dear old Earth.-- 29345|We are but puppets 29345|To the cunning hands of the Devil. 29345|We are mere puppets 29345|To the cunning hands of the Devil! 29345|Here's to a life of good health! 29345|Here's to a peaceful night of rest! 29345|Here's to a day of joyous weather! 29345|Here's to a good wife's constant care! 29345|Here's to the dear old Earth, 29345|Dear, dear, dear, old Earth! 29345|There is no grief or sadness 29345|In life's work or death's, 29345|For the dear old Earth, 29345|Here's to the dear old Earth, 29345|Here's to the dear old Earth, 29345|There are lots of things to do 29345|The day is growing dark 29345|And the wind has whistled shrill 29345|And the snow-clouds loom far, 29345|And the day is growing dark, 29345|The wind blows clear to-night 29345|And the little stars are seen 29345|In the greenwood far away. 29345|The sky is all so cold-- 29345|My dear, they are all so cold 29345|That I don't think they are all 29345|The light and air that you see. 29345|The stars are white and blue! 29345|They are so faint and far 29345|From us and us you scarce can see, 29345|So the stars are so warm and white! 29345|I will take my dear 29345|Home from the woods, 29345|My dear, they are all so cold 29345|That I don't think they are all 29345|The light and air that you see. 29345|And though we go a little way 29345|Before our house is built 29345|We may be more or less 29345|As happy as I and you. 29345|Our little house is set 29345|Against the wall far off and brown -- 29345|The wall is a wall of pines, 29345|But the pines are a shadow-king 29345|Against the wall from out some door 29345|Wherein men keep chase and run 29345|And hide to save their lives when death 29345|Comes home for them there at night. 29345|And these are the leaves that we have 29345|And these are the stars that we have 29345|That fade and fade away. 29345|There is no light on night 29345|Save the small, round drops of light 29345|In the darkness. And the fire 29345|On the hearth is dead and cold. 29345|Then let us stay awhile and talk, 29345|We two for our homespun needs ======================================== SAMPLE 34750 ======================================== 1008|Thou'rt welcome here." At this the Queen, who saw 1008|The face divine among the hair, and knew 1008|By touch those other members which remain, 1008|Spoke: "Mark that outlaw's forehead; him alone 1008|Remains of those dearly loved of Deity. 1008|It is Epona, for the way she fled me 1008|Shall find her here no more." With colours p'rained 1008|She behind us drove; I behind her went. 1008|When we had so retreated, and still went slow, 1008|One near behind us said, "What a marvel! behold 1008|What marvel in the leaf and bush!" Upon 1008|My mind immediately transpierced I. 1008|Andrina on my right foresees, and shows 1008|How wildly vain it seems to linger still 1008|On that side dusty Memnon, when the spray 1008|There has shed, and all the car are rung, 1008|That backward none pursue." As he, who looks 1008|Fortune their course, and maintains the bet, 1008|Waiting expecting when the car should move, 1008|Prepar'd his eyes, that now the shade should stir; 1008|And though not able to discern, he waits 1008|As anxious as a pilgrim, who abides 1008|Waiting for gold to shine on his hood, 1008|When he shall look himself, and his decay 1008|Self-cross'd perceive. So I, as deeper walked, 1008|Mine eye pursued the other, and the sage 1008|Mark'd I her virtue. "In laverodi," said he, 1008|"Let her think and act so that her words ring true." 1008|Such were the words. Soon as my guide inquir'd 1008|If I had seen, or thought I saw, the angel, 1008|That appeared in errand so unusual, 1008|I whereat with hope belied the short sigh. 1008|O fool! thou never thought to spy the like, 1008|When near the image I was, and saw the tips 1008|Of my long-penned wishes, and with looks 1008|Imploring affection, I did answer, 1008|"Live thou advised; and if the strain be hard, 1008|Change we thy tuneful tongue." My lord, who e'er 1008|Begot, nor has of that offence aught 1008|Lost from his flock, but with true word did give 1008|Correctance, unprofitably meddling 1008|With the same, still as he averse to it. 1008|Cursing the earth, and with his finger pens himself 1008|On the cross hawse, whereon the rest is cross'd, 1008|So that he points to heaven, and at himself 1008|Looks sternly down. My guide, who ever thought 1008|His burden more than he deserved, began: 1008|"At least make allowance, that if I say, 1008|Now turn thee to the sweet abode of God, 1008|To where the land is widest in its bounds, 1008|Thou mayst a clearer view of that refuse 1008|Tak on thee. Minerva and Deidamus, 1008|They whom the thorn holds bridalled, as is shown 1008|In ring by their plaints." As the ape, who sees 1008|By first principles the prison and the persecutions, 1008|Ween, if they please, the prison and the persecutions 1008|Abhorrent of their coming; so I 1008|In first principles of good, my Guide 1008|Listening, saw gentle sympathy, pleas'd to hear 1008|Of her whom fervent adoration moved. 1008|Then among the other blessed, who gave sight 1008|There beamed such gratefulness, as had been 1008|Inaccessibly lost in (ran into) him, 1008|Within his reach; and Beatrice, who came 1008|As one exempted, ran into the fold, 1008|Adoring as much herself as joyed. 1008|And when the mighty mother of that flock, 1008|Which in her bosom had such children, beheld 1008|Her son so courteous, as (felt he still ======================================== SAMPLE 34760 ======================================== 35452|And the wind-tugs they went for to catch her, 35452|And the lubbers made up a little joke,-- 35452|"Glad we shall be after our wedding-- 35452|Happy and glad we shall be, 35452|And the winds shall blow our love a-blowing; 35452|And the sky, like the crown of the rose, shall blow 35452|The bliss of the summer-time." 35452|The winking moon looked down at the lovers, 35452|And the moon-white rose was growing red; 35452|And the moon-king he took his robe up, 35452|And laid it in the shade of the laurel; 35452|And they went a-blowing,-- 35452|Dear, beautiful summer-time. 35452|For the wind has blown them through the sea 35452|And the wreath of the mist is over them; 35452|But, on through the green meadow, 35452|And a-boating a good long mile, 35452|They found a ship on a small vessel,-- 35452|_Nathan,_ the captain, from the Dutch islands, 35452|_Rough as they are rich and hardy!_ 35452|And the ship he hitched with a mast of oak, 35452|And he said, "_Oh, my love and hope of mine, 35452|If a single word, for a single word, 35452|Have reached thy ear,--_oh, let it go!_ 35452|I've promised, I'll keep my heart constant; 35452|I'll bring thee a husband for thy sire; 35452|And he'll give thee a fair land-slip to make thee 35452|Happy and happy on, 35452|In the happy land that is for ever_." 35452|Then kissed the sea-clad ship with the mast of oak, 35452|And said, "_Oh, my love and hope of mine, 35452|If a single word I'd send to thee, 35452|Thou wilt listen as a mother might 35452|To a soft, melodious song; 35452|And when thou hast a thought of passion, 35452|I'll be near, and I hope thou'lt hear 35452|Another word, for a single word, 35452|Thy heart will find it in tune,-- 35452|_Nathan,_ and thy heart will answer. 35452|For a sailor he is very proud, 35452|And says, "_Oh, where in the East are we, where in the West?_" 35452|So on the topsails he set his sail, 35452|And he sailed straight to the west, 35452|And all the while his ship was flying-- 35452|The west was full of snow, 35452|Like the wings of a bird that's flightless when it wants to fly; 35452|And a sailor he is very fond of a soft, melodious song, 35452|And a sailor he is very fond of a soft, melodious song; 35452|And a sailor, he sometimes takes to his bed, 35452|And dreams of some strange land in his dream and he sings a soft, melodious song. 35452|Then the sailor he slumbers without a care-- 35452|_Oh, my love and hope of me, 35452|If a single word, for a single word, 35452|I'd send to thee, 35452|For a quiet heart and an obedient soul, 35452|And a sailor, he sometimes slumbers without a care. 35452|And a sailor he's so happy, he has joy in his bosom; 35452|_Oh, my hope of her, 35452|If my word were a truth and her love indeed, 35452|My heart would be joyous in thy bosom, and sing a soft, melodious song. 35452|The sailor--_Oh, my love, my hope, 35452|If a single word that I tell 35452|Unto the day of bliss, 35452|You would hear as it were a heavenly song 35452|From the sea of our love,-- 35452|_Oh, my hope of thee, my hope, 35452|If our love and our joy were a flower, 35452|You would hear and drink such an ecstasy 35452|To the full sweetness of our drink-- 35452 ======================================== SAMPLE 34770 ======================================== 841|Away I took the train a bit, 841|And down along the country road 841|I went to seek for some apples. 841|That was good fun for any man 841|To come down there to do some work. 841|And there they had me as their guest. 841|I saw how the women worked for all 841|A long, happy time, and all 841|The women seemed in love and all 841|Desired a man to be their lord. 841|And what about the men? They 841|The boys, I think, were the best kind 841|Of men for all their work for the King. 841|I have had a lot of fun 841|But never knew a man 841|Nor met a man of all 841|The kind I'd like the best 841|But there I was alone. 841|And I would go and cry 841|In all the world so far, 841|And nobody came, 841|And I was alone! 841|So I turned my back a mile 841|And went back to the train. 841|And there I stayed a week 841|And helped to make a deal 841|A man to buy what he 841|Did want for Christmas. 841|And the day came and I 841|Was going home alone 841|And I put a gun to my head, 841|And shot myself and went. 841|And all the time my life 841|Was floating in an empty bay 841|And never another man 841|But had to buy what he had want. 841|No doubt it was the best I made! 841|It was the luck of the day, 841|That I brought the apple back, 841|And that's all I am going to tell. 841|The Christmas of that year 841|Was as long ago 841|I did forget. 841|For my wife put a lot of things in a box 841|With money that she saved 841|And put me an apple in the box. 841|And she took me to her room 841|With her in it. And she said, 841|"Oh, the children look at you, 841|But you're not going back again." 841|So I took a swig 841|And that's all I am going to tell. 841|And I bought one with her, 841|And I said, "I'll see you again!" 841|I left my mother's house 841|On the track of a man on a road so long 841|For a man to get there 841|And he went on and on, 841|And I did not look at him again. 841|And I kept my mouth shut 841|And I kept my body still, 841|But I heard the road for an hour or so 841|And then I heard him go. 841|And I looked back at the window 841|And I looked out at night, 841|And it was dark for the first time 841|That I had known a night in three or four nights. 841|But I went out to seek for him 841|And I found him down in the meadow 841|With a sack upon his shoulders and a rifle for a seat. 841|And he said, "It's me, dear! 841|It's me, dear! 841|Where is your father, dear?" 841|I took those bags of money and he 841|Lay and listened for a footfall 841|Like the rustle of birds. 841|And I cried, as I saw him, 841|"Go look at those gold stars!" 841|I gave him the money and he turned round 841|And he laughed with the laughter that's in a man's voice. 841|But the stars were so near at hand 841|I did not see their light, 841|And I nevermore went out by day or night. 841|But I went home day by day, 841|And he kept him there day by day. 841|He always carried the blue bag of money 841|And gave me the blue sack of gold. 841|I never saw his face when ======================================== SAMPLE 34780 ======================================== 27297|"Oh, my brother, we live not now," she said, 27297|"But now I know this truth, which must not die; 27297|"O sister dear! that in the life to be 27297|You have borne me so long, the only way to know 27297|If all that you shall surely have to know be true." 27297|For all who walk here from youth and seek in vain 27297|The one true way, she sings, 27297|Who is a child, 27297|Who waits with sorrow, and waits for her beloved in vain. 27297|And though she smiles and yet all bright, 27297|For all she smiles, her smile is sorrow's frankest grace; 27297|And though she weeps and yet all fair, 27297|For all she weeps, her tears are love's deep, earnest light. 27297|"I love," she said, "this place; 27297|It is so still that only the wind's breath I hear; 27297|Even such as I, who loved so well 27297|The quiet of you to my love has made. 27297|In the quiet land, where never a strain 27297|Of life and love goes moaning to and fro, 27297|Where never a sound stirs the dim forest o'er, 27297|For there alone I could ever meet 27297|The heart's voice that calls me, or the soul's light hand of love. 27297|I love." 27297|He held her then like a man who in an hour 27297|Can crush at will the man's ideal life, 27297|And the spirit's own form 27297|Is the frail, frail idol of his dreams, 27297|And his body, like an idol's, moulded and shaped, 27297|Of beauty so despised and moulded and fashioned 27297|He has found the place of the sweet-voiced one 27297|Who came from the holy land, and in her hand 27297|He holds that all may be made ready to bear. 27297|As if the heart of a dream 27297|Had been in his hand, the shadow of her form 27297|Had fallen on his face like a shadow from a glass 27297|That speaks of the soul's thought, like a form of light 27297|On the hand of a God, and the heart of his dream had risen. 27297|"I love," she said, "this little house; 27297|The flowers, the trees, 27297|The warm air, the light that streams 27297|Through the old elm-shaded paths, 27297|Are beautiful enough. 27297|I love to sit and play 27297|Between the windows in the day, 27297|While the great wind sings and swings 27297|Its branches, from its nest in the top 27297|Of a red-trunked pine, 27297|With the music of the night 27297|Ruffling the golden light. 27297|I love to lie alone, 27297|And watch the light that swims 27297|Through the old elm-shaded paths, 27297|And the shadow of the night 27297|Come down on the white houses here, 27297|And the shadow of the tree-tops too; 27297|And I love to hear the breeze 27297|Singing in the elm-shaded ways, 27297|And the sweet bird call, "Ah" and "Ah-a!" 27297|And the echoes singing "I love." 27297|But the ways we all have seen 27297|No shadow of her beauty since 27297|The day I left the house; 27297|To-night I cannot see 27297|The shadows of her face, 27297|Though I lie alone in the darkness alone 27297|With nothing to say to the moon or the stars. 27297|She will stand beside me there: 27297|"Love" my heart, when love is born 27297|Must give thy child his mother's voice, 27297|While the soul, with all its passion, all, 27297|The voice of God in its infinite mirth 27297|Must give back, while love is born to live, 27297|In the soul's silence, in the heart's self defiance; 27297|Then, then must praise that other place, 27297|Wherein I held my child, and there 27297|Love ======================================== SAMPLE 34790 ======================================== 24334|In all she said of beauty is all o'erworn, 24334|For when her voice had ended, I could scarce divine 24334|Whether the heart was throbbing, or if it throbbed for me. 24334|At last I knew: in heaven I saw her in the sun; 24334|But, in my soul, it was she that was seen there,-- 24334|The angel, and I trembled yet to greet 24334|That shining vision of a woman with such eyes. 24334|_"_The roses of your garden yet shall endure._"_ 24334|Ah, me, I know not whether _you_, or I, or she, 24334|Or who will tell? Ah, me! I'd rather learn 24334|The truth than doubt; and thus my hopes must end-- 24334|The wrong, at least, with not at once beginning. 24334|So now I stand at last, a faithful mark, 24334|As you to all, to all an honoured one,-- 24334|A Christian sent, as you my garden knew,-- 24334|A sister of your home, that I should give 24334|My soul as yours to live and die with you! 24334|I've heard your voice and feel you, and I know 24334|How much you've loved me; and how often will 24334|I think the little hour that brings me this 24334|Is over, but not quite, your beauty's done. 24334|Yet--though I might not love you,--you do love me, 24334|And it is true, when we--ah, me! I know it-- 24334|Have ceased from love's sweet business, and are friends, 24334|It is enough to say, "He knows her name." 24334|I cannot doubt it; though I seem too weak 24334|To see the light between your eyes this moment-- 24334|I'm sure that you forgive me: we must live. 24334|The way of love is hard: the very worst 24334|Are smiles, when, after kisses, there's no more; 24334|For the young heart, in any kind of shock, 24334|Kicks off with a tremendous pressure of kisses. 24334|But even smiles, in love, can pass us by; 24334|Love's joy is never known to slacken so 24334|As in those moments, when the little need 24334|For each has vanished from the eye and heart, 24334|And the heart can smile at any woman now, 24334|With whatever she desires, without end. 24334|We were the only two that round that tree 24334|Would go,--myself and Emily; and she 24334|Grew bold, and, kneeling down by her side, 24334|Fawned on my hand--or seemed afraid, 24334|For all my kind eyes met hers with a gaze 24334|That seemed to pierce to naught the very core 24334|Of her white soul: one moment she had said 24334|In her soft voice, "Dear heart, it is you I blame"-- 24334|But as I turned, she looked so sadly back, 24334|I said, "Nay,--let it set not on your head." 24334|Ah, then she smiled; and, speaking low, 24334|Sang, "Dear heart, my little grief is gone;" 24334|And, holding me, as though she had held 24334|A darling to her own warm breast, said, "Fly!" 24334|She went; and, after us, a blossom's bloom 24334|Unheavened lay upon the cold grey stone. 24334|You might have given her that for one sin, 24334|And one more kiss, and she had given it all! 24334|_"_Vita dei vaga: 24334|Noli allol sopori 24334|Diva sedata!_"_ 24334|No: there is no need for love to weary you, 24334|Or death to annoy you, since we two are 24334|As happy as the sky; and so, 24334|Let Life and Death decide which of them lies 24334|In love or death's irksome grip to you, 24334|Lest, with a heart full of spite towards all 24334|His words of friendship and his smiles of cheer! 24334|As the fair ======================================== SAMPLE 34800 ======================================== 615|And they and all their knights were slain. 615|Then they that fought with the Frenchmen said, 615|'Twas well by them the good and wise 615|King Charlemagne had dealt on every side; 615|"That, as the king (as now is told), 615|He had but made a greater spoil. 615|And said further, they "would have it clear, 615|'Twas to the English cavaliers, he said, 615|These mighty hosts should not be lost: 615|"And he shall have them back when once a day 615|A day or hour shall dawn, as he may need, 615|When they to France shall bear away, 615|Or, if he else incline to go, 615|And from them send them forth to aid. 615|And when again in France (so he decreed) 615|Thou shalt behold the cavalier, 615|He will restore all from the place whereon 615|The warlike barons of France were slain." 615|-- "So be it!" the sovereign answered there; 615|"Nor I shall here, nor any one else, 615|From this long sorrow be spared, I pray, 615|Who of my court will make repair. 615|"As much shall I reward that noble crew, 615|Who by good fortune have to France 615|To give me arms, shall do in arms as well; 615|But, haply, in my service, what they won, 615|I shall and cannot reward. 615|"And much my lord Rinaldo to his wife 615|Shall in all good the king provide; 615|And of the same my honour, if I may, 615|Shall have, that she may love him the more; 615|Henceforth at least I scarce shall see her more." 615|While thus they are ordered, 'mid many eyes, 615|In every place the battle rave went: 615|But, after those seven champions slain, 615|But five are living: he, who made so great 615|A spoil, makes satisfaction to the seven, 615|And five are living who, with the king's decree, 615|Shall love him well and have him all their own. 615|But not with her, as was their fashion, 615|Is there a lady and no lover known; 615|And what before was done is ended now, 615|And she now has the power to change her mind. 615|To him (as who should be believed, or see 615|The thing itself as coming true as it is) 615|The lady is not now as other, more 615|Unchastized and unperceived than the king, 615|-- I say, than any other; since she made 615|By him and her as much his ransom as 615|The cavalier would make in return for all. 615|She knew, in some small measure, what he had 615|Conveyed to her, and of her virtue knew; 615|And, in what manner she became more fair, 615|-- But first and truest, -- he told it all. 615|That other king, to find which was best, 615|The dame chose of Marphisa's choice, as well, 615|-- A lady of so noble form and face-- 615|But, seeing this was all the dame desired, 615|She turned to him, and him to her bewrayed. 615|"You know," she said, "that, in return for you, 615|I unto you will most willingly 615|Give what is just and right; the which with you 615|I promise, and to-morrow give to you. 615|"Farewell! what I with you shall do, above 615|That thou and all thy peers despoil and slay, 615|To you belong; but all to Charlemagne, 615|On whom God's grace may well descend in aid, 615|If thou command me, I will do my best. 615|If you desire to see the captives, keep, 615|And let the prisoner hear that I am here. 615|The prisoners, that I in this place detain, 615|Shall at thy court (such my command) be made." 615|To him the captive, in a tone less mild, 615|Replies in such a tone as may describe 615|A pleasing sense of honour's credit. 615|He bids her on her journey now make way 615|To the ======================================== SAMPLE 34810 ======================================== 3023|A friend may still be found, 3023|And one, 'tis true, who can 3023|Make all a lover's joy. 3023|A man of whom he told, 3023|With one would hear the heart 3023|Break in a thousand fragments. 3023|He's gone, whom I will not say 3023|By whom he was betrayed, 3023|Or how or where he died, 3023|But what of him I say, 3023|A man I will not say. 3023|A man of whom he told, 3023|I dare not say how or where, 3023|I'm certain he will say 3023|He knows how it all ends. 3023|Of him I'll say nothing now, 3023|But what of him I'll say; 3023|A man I will not say. 3023|There's one I'll not say nor she, 3023|But that we are a pair, 3023|And one I'll say, that I 3023|Am not a man of all. 3023|There's one I'll not say nor she, 3023|But that we are a pair; 3023|And I have known all they, since 3023|We were a child in twain. 3023|The world, which the world must lose, 3023|I must have all the day. 3023|'Tis true; I must be in thy sight; 3023|I, who could scarcely bear two, 3023|Must serve thy every whim 3023|With joy and pleasure, though 3023|No friend so bright a comrade be. 3023|A man of whom he told, 3023|In the world no man shall say. 3023|A man of whom he told, 3023|I must be in his sight, 3023|But, alas! I must be there, 3023|And must be always there; 3023|And must not know, how or where; 3023|Nor can he tell, my heart. 3023|'Tis true; he must be in mine sight, 3023|When I am out of sight, 3023|And must be always there; 3023|Nor can he know, how or where, 3023|Nor can I know or see. 3023|'Tis even more in the man; 3023|The world's my only friend. 3023|A man of whom he told, 3023|I must be in his sight, 3023|But, alas! I must be there, 3023|And must be always there; 3023|And must not know, how or where, 3023|Nor can he know or see. 3023|'Tis also in the man; 3023|He must and will be there, 3023|With joy and pleasure, though 3023|I know no friend who see; 3023|Nor can he know nor he. 3023|'Tis in the man the world's wrong, 3023|He must be in her sight; 3023|And must not know, nor he. 3023|'Tis in the man the world's right, 3023|To know or he will know; 3023|But, alas! he still will feel 3023|No joy, no pleasure but tears. 3023|I cannot tell your name, Sir, 3023|To one that is estranged in love. 3023|Why was I born? 3023|I pray you, look not there, 3023|As heretofore. 3023|Nay, you'd scarce believe 3023|My lips could say "NO." 3023|I'VE heard them say, too many times, 3023|The words, "Oh! I'm your slave!" 3023|Now I shall not have them now, 3023|My dear! 3023|And would the devil send me back 3023|The feeling pain of that strange word? 3023|Your lover's kisses must be bitter, 3023|And you must bear a heart as hard as mine. 3023|My thoughts, at that moment, should be cold, 3023|Although they are not very bright; 3023|And you are right, with all affection, 3023|To tell me to forget, in time. 3023|You have a heart I know, 3023|And you desire me still, 3023|But you ======================================== SAMPLE 34820 ======================================== 27126|The sky is so clear. It is, indeed, 27126|A heavenly scene. I'll wait here and watch 27126|The world go by. But, after all, 't is well 27126|That we, whom mortal life seems best to close, 27126|Should be at last upon the world's farthest pole 27126|A little child, with nothing given in fee, 27126|But the most hopeless darkness, God, to scan. 27126|I would I might to Thy mercy turn 27126|My mind from all this world of care and toil, 27126|And lay me on a little rock of peace. 27126|A rock of peace--so high and clear, 27126|The world has lost its height; 27126|The sky is so clear that, when alone, 27126|Men, who would dwell there, run. 27126|The sky is so clear that, when alone, 27126|A man might rest till night; 27126|The stars, with their white splendors warm, 27126|Would make it very bright. 27126|No noise, nor murmur, could assail 27126|That lonely hill; 27126|But one bright star, with a radiance bright, 27126|Gleams in the lonely dawn. 27126|And, while I listen to the roar, 27126|And tremble into sleep, 27126|God, from above, in mercy, turns 27126|My mind from all this doom. 27126|I hear a gentle bird cry 27126|From the elm tree high, 27126|And then it sings as sweet as one 27126|Who cares for his poor song, 27126|But I've heard, from the furthest bush 27126|It is not sweet as that. 27126|The wind is a-quiver in the air, 27126|For winter in the air 27126|Is not the same as rest to any man, 27126|Nor what's called rest that man can be 27126|When all his fears are past. 27126|I would I had God's ear, as in the day 27126|And when he came to me, 27126|As I stood by the Eliza's bed, 27126|And heard the low low wail, 27126|As with my own eyes he watched, 27126|With my own heart he weighed. 27126|When he was just awake in my arms 27126|That's what I then expected. 27126|And when I was so young 't was sore given 27126|To him and the poor world's wrong, 27126|When he told that I was a little maid, 27126|To be trusted in the night. 27126|But when I grew very old, and had grown old 27126|I loved him for his love, 27126|And he, when I told thee I loved thee well, 27126|A rose in the elm tree saw-- 27126|Oh, then he said that the sun was the dawn, 27126|And the world was the old, old same. 27126|If he had loved thee long enough, 't were well 27126|When thou wast but a leaf among 27126|Those else to love that had grown rare to see, 27126|To be trusted in the night as well. 27126|There is a thing that I hate, 27126|It is that it is not true. 27126|For when a thing is not true, 27126|'T is not it itself, but its own truth 27126|That is untrue. 27126|There is a thing that I hate, 27126|And I hate that it is not true. 27126|It is the fact, not the feeling that it is. 27126|A little word, a little line, 27126|An arrow, all the same, 27126|Would be a true thing, and would not hurt me. 27126|But I'd kill it for its small lies, 27126|And a lie for a lie. 27126|There is a thing that I hate, 27126|But it would not hurt me, if I could; 27126|I would put it by and go on 27126|If it were not a thing so mean. 27126|For in truth it cannot hurt us, 27126|If we will not hurt it, and will not heed. 27126|It is a thing that needs no ======================================== SAMPLE 34830 ======================================== 1304|'Twas a happy sound, like summer's flight; 1304|And so it is that my old love still comes 1304|To me on every green leaf and on every spray. 1304|How sweet to see the gentle-looking May 1304|Coming down from her clouded world of air, 1304|And with her lords and all her flowery train 1304|Bringing again the year's dear labour home! 1304|Or to stand where the tall, green pines are seen 1304|Bending above the old, abandoned hamlet, 1304|Bending where the fall of the brook is heard, 1304|Singing in its mossy fountain-side! 1304|Or where from gray walls the peeping light stept, 1304|And the brown hen starched at the lattice's edge. 1304|There shall be found no dull light any more; 1304|And the light that was once seen should surely be 1304|When the last leaf was dropped and the last rose pricked. 1304|Yea, so it is--if the green leaves never keep 1304|Their flight from the old, abandoned hamlet 1304|It is sweet to linger at the fall of the rain, 1304|To think that again the world is young. 1304|But the old brick shelter 'neath the beech-tree shade, 1304|And the last leaf in the past year's bud again, 1304|Are past for ever, and shall be forever-- 1304|Ay, ever and aye, within the boundless sky. 1304|A little while I sit and I look around, 1304|And I ask of none, in a humble mood, 1304|What it is that I may do, yet know not how, 1304|Or what I should toil and suffer--all alone, 1304|Beneath the shadow of the aged tree. 1304|Is my journey done, and I rise from the dell 1304|Where I have kept so long my love, now I go-- 1304|Still the same? Nay, I climb each new step I tread-- 1304|Far as day can tell from the darkest shade. 1304|But there is no rest for the longing heart; 1304|When I think of what a journey it must be, 1304|And what cares and what sorrow are in store, 1304|I can scarce live on the thought in the depth of my pain-- 1304|The depth of my pain! 1304|I stand on my weary journey; 1304|It is not the height of pleasure 1304|That heights can reach and loves can share; 1304|But there is a height not to be gained, 1304|That cannot compare with mine. 1304|How often I have looked down on the hill 1304|On looking from yonder cliff, 1304|And thought--there was no height of delight 1304|That can touch down to the earth! 1304|But that I could not live my life 1304|I had not vainly toiled. 1304|I have looked at it from yonder height, 1304|I have seen it without the light, 1304|And found it, love, like a great sea, 1304|Where none have sailed nor seen-- 1304|Yet was my toil no praise or scorn, 1304|Was it not joy? Nay, could I give 1304|All that my life could give-- 1304|The joy, that is to my heart as night 1304|And day--could I give it all? 1304|And that were reward enough 1304|For all my toil and all my tears, 1304|For all my pain and all my fears, 1304|And that were my long desire. 1304|Then it were not in vain that I 1304|Was kept from the high place; 1304|And surely, friend, it were not waste 1304|To give him back in peace. 1304|He was not so much by my tears, 1304|As all the love I could have been, 1304|My pain and all my fears. 1304|Yea, all the wealth of all my grief-- 1304|The life I had lived in, so, 1304|Were but as a drop of the sweet rain 1304|That fell upon the earth. 1304|In my life I have kept back much, 1304|And I ======================================== SAMPLE 34840 ======================================== 615|This is the place where the good St. Anthony lay 615|Thence to the convent where the monks and friars dwell, 615|As his order requires, who his head sustained 615|While they were under the heavenly cloister roof. 615|To leave that convent, or to find the rest, 615|Here they repaired who late had left it here. 615|In the same chamber the cavalier is seen, 615|Who took three steps, when lo! in the low aisle 615|A woman is seen! the man that stands before 615|That lady is none of all his peers or peers; 615|A very woman, even from the cedarn crown, 615|And her attire is of her own, and far 615|Wider is the curious count than her is wide. 615|The count, a stranger to what kind of dame 615|Sits in that place, and what the lady wears, 615|Fearing he had seen some mortal perchance, 615|Came to that order, whose rude wall might show 615|The lady's face; which at his entry stood. 615|No fear, however, of that so small good knight, 615|As made him now to alter his intent, 615|And his imprudence to such evil heed. 615|Singing in measure, and with that, her song, 615|The beauteous dame that on the earth is hung, 615|For that strange mortal, whose he was, to hide 615|And for her body-comforts, from another, 615|Thus sang, and with what ease, and with what art, 615|She served them both, the song of that ill day. 615|Nor she that song was changed from verse, but sang, 615|As was to her without it; which from then 615|Until the time of Charlemagne, was read 615|By King and people, with great honour. 615|But of those other, nought could such a one, 615|If such the lady's, befall the rest and she, 615|As that they may in her their song attest. 615|"Behold, this day, the day that thou, O king, 615|And I, have long, long, loiterer than we twain, 615|Rescued from dungeon and the tower," she sings, 615|While yet her song of this may her sing in such 615|As pleases thee, my speech is, to restore 615|"The lady from this dungeon and the hall, 615|Who like the bird the bird with beauteous wing 615|Was wont in her dungeon to sing and fly: 615|"For she, the lady's sister, was the best 615|Of all her sisters who in France abode, 615|And, as that lady was of high degree, 615|She was among the choicest, in the world. 615|"So she, with many others of that tribe, 615|Whose fate so greatly by this female sped, 615|A maiden of such grace was wont to sport, 615|That they of all the rest of fairy-queen, 615|Or fair, or gentle, or of noxious fame. 615|And with such joy and fondness did she sing, 615|That each in turn or highest on the throne 615|Went forward to the tower to make her queen: 615|Nor did it appear to any one's mind 615|That such a mighty people as there were, 615|Was in this land; for it was not where they 615|Of so exalted and of so renowned fame 615|Were living. For from his place a chief -- 615|Whose father and his name was Rodomont -- 615|The sovereign of that land and hundred years 615|In his succession kept the virgin's place. 615|"The lady was renowned among the dames 615|And of all women, and was loved by all 615|At Paris; and because she had so blest 615|Her parents with regard, that they preferred 615|To leave the realm, to have their daughter wed, 615|Might well within a single morning's night 615|Give up in silence to her lovers rest. 615|But when the other maids and lovers found 615|That she was wedded, they upon her left 615|Left their sweet brethren, and their brothers' dames, 615|Until the wedlock of their daughter lay. 615|"And every damsel she, of all who were, 615|She left ======================================== SAMPLE 34850 ======================================== 1006|So spake the sire, not meaning to disobey, 1006|But concerned for mine edgeless feet. 1006|The sun was sunk, and with it that nigh 1006|The starry host of heav'n was come; 1006|When thus my master kind began: 1006|"Let no ill counsels, no thoughts of ill 1006|Feed on thy heart: 't is Yoni who taketh 1006|The will of heaven. See, how through the sky 1006|Lavrocks the third part of the lights one day 1006|Rises, and is concealed by LIaws three hundred: 1006|So one and the other great Signe guide. 1006|The sons of Boethoven, who beheld 1006|This light, did much rejoicing make. 1006|Therefore 't is mightily behovel’d 1006|That thou do so: for that thou mayst boast 1006|Thy prowess, valiant deed to be 1006|Among the blessed." Then did I draw 1006|From forth my heart the sacred blood, 1006|Which therewithal it stood not thirsting, 1006|And held it there, not any way 1006|But so it fared with me, that I drew 1006|The life-blood thence out of it, as 't were 1006|Juice from the pulp of a plantain. 1006|North-eastward of, or ever that ray 1006|Was throw’r, another light was gone: 1006|And the large cluster, whereof I saw 1006|Yet part, that round about us grew, 1006|Was that another sun; and round 1006|Its sphere companion'd round our sun 1006|Are their three darts, with which men kill. 1006|Each for his sort has there his game: 1006|Men sayNot what, or how, or wherefore 1006|God his creatures hath with his hate 1006|Revenge for blood, and punish each 1006|By death unkind. Thus it was will’d 1006|Under the sun: and where I stood 1006|It seem’d me upward circulating, 1006|In four winds it did issue forth. 1006|With the north one came, with the red 1006|Another, with the pale one o’er, 1006|A third from the yonder and from yon 1006|Towards me were come; and, as a rock, 1006|They were entirely still. I sawe 1006|Spirits, and images, and things 1006|Of noxious heat, and with them were accompanied, 1006|One, with a load of wisdom vast; 1006|On whose words freely did I rely, 1006|And on the't word of that heavenly scribe. 1006|“See that,” he said, “thou of thyself, 1006|Think not that I belied thee of the superfluity 1006|Of wealth; that with such pelf I vouchsaf’d it, 1006|And with such good. That comeliness 1006|Which is the grace of God to all creatures, 1006|If they have it not from God, is none. 1006|“I boast me of my progenies: 1006|Yea, and of lineage both noble and illustrious, 1006|But of lowly condition: a race 1006|To care nothing how they do. In bliss 1006|They cast a viewless view of things above, 1006|And there cast all hatred from themselves: 1006|There never did desire any more 1006|That Christians should. Strict was their diet, 1006|And without, whatsoever was, they none: 1006|Yet passed not unpervaded by those 1006|Who looked for meat with keener eye. This heat, 1006|Which each of these creatures felt, had made 1006|The tongues of all their gums contracted. 1006|“O, at thy pleasure (since thou wouldst not delay 1006|That sore sin to which thou hast made us bow) 1006|Let us make finis.”--and they, their hearts 1006|Lightning-like excited, did make the words 1006|Fit, fitting, ill-content. _Nec ======================================== SAMPLE 34860 ======================================== 38566|(2) This idea is further elaborated in his _De Syllogisme et 38566|('the metre of Lucretius'). 38566|(5) The difference of number is probably not overstated. 38566|(6) If we include the endings to these four stanzas, the total number 38566|(_Aeterno_, ii. 1. 15-18. The _Aurora_ ending in _mi canente 38566|(_mi canente_ is common in Virgil's _De Vulgari Moris_.) 38566|(_mi canente_ is not common in other periods.) 38566|(7) It was the common opinion that this ending was the opposite of 38566|(_mi canente_ is common at other periods.) 38566|(8) The poet seems to have taken these endings as the symbol for 38566|(_mi canente_ is common at other periods.) 38566|(9) _Il Penseroso_, which is often deficient in colour and style, is 38566|(_mi canente_ is common at other periods). 38566|B. (_i.e._ Catullus), _De Divi Cassi_, and _De Divi Mausoleum_, all 38566|(_i.e._ Catullus), _de divi Cassi_, and other writers, give two 38566|(_mi canente_, in fact, must be excluded) endings. 38566|the word _consecto_ is written in a couplet, which could not be 38566|(_mi canente_) _and_ (_mi canente_ not common at other periods). 38566|(_mi canente_ may be common at other periods). 38566|(_mi canente_ may be common at other periods). 38566|And though thou may'st never see this youth to smile 38566|Though he is to me the very worst of wretches-- 38566|Yet, O great Lord, that have guided me, keep 38566|The path on which I have trod, keep Thou my God-- 38566|The hope of my heart, the comfort of my soul, 38566|A light in the darkness which Thou madest alone! 38566|The night is dark, but our path is long; 38566|We do not find the sun. 38566|As we were going further and further on 38566|The road of the years, 38566|Along the way of time, 38566|O, a chill came over my temples! 38566|As it came a voice within me cried, 38566|'Stay, who would brook thy feet to follow thee?' 38566|'Who would follow but _me_, O stranger?' 38566|O, a wind from the west seemed to blow 38566|Over us like a burden, from the west 38566|I was aware of two figures--one great, 38566|Circling like a mountain-wall, and one like 38566|To a flecker of white snow, that hung 38566|Here and there like a flag in the wind-- 38566|And I knew that the land were not for me. 38566|Though, in my youth, I wandered from land to land 38566|Because I had no path by which to travel, 38566|Now that my feet had come to the end of my way-- 38566|Ah, what was that to me, in the day's last mirth, 38566|I see you standing o'er me? Nay, do not shake 38566|For the voice of doubt is hushed in you, friend-- 38566|The voice of doubt that was too weak for the strength 38566|Of this weary body which is long since weary. 38566|Though I am now more than I was when I trod 38566|The ancient ways--ah, what was it then to me? 38566|Now, with your favour in your heart and your face, 38566|And with your counsel, and your counsel's good sense, 38566|And with the thought that was in your mind drawn, 38566|That I who was cast out long ago once more 38566|Should stand here now, and be strong for the day 38566|When my days are but two hours long, O friend, 38566|For two hours long, and I must walk--the weary way, 38566|So long upon the paths which I have trod: 38566|Yet I would not have you doubt me ======================================== SAMPLE 34870 ======================================== 20|Of that great Angel: "Say to me what is the cause 20|That I am to be thither directed?" 20|To whom thus Michael answer'd. "Let no ill 20|Attend thee, stranger. I am sent from God, 20|Invoked of his Son to declare what meant 20|Thy envie against him: since it so was, 20|On me his rage intent was, and will continue 20|Till I unseemly slippage be made, or I 20|Slipp'd into his power: he hath obiect 20|To sit the Monarch over all fenc'd worlds 20|And down where Almighty God himself sits 20|Protected calling: therefore thou hence depart 20|And seek good viands, for thy soul's repose." 20|I now was gone forth into the world of life, 20|Not into sin alone, but death also knowing, 20|But joy and rejoicing; whence grew sensation 20|In me, and words I gave unto my guide, 20|Words, though express, expressing my highest thoughts; 20|And he, who errd thy sacred words disclos'd 20|Had also hid his own, to me in such wise 20|That I aveng'd; and from that day ne're was he 20|Less dear to thee, nor believed in any point 20|Of what thou hadst intended, wherfore I came 20|So near unto thy throne to make disclosures, 20|As should warrant thee thine Emperor now 20|To reign in wedlock everywhere; so force 20|I found thee willing, and so wish'd to win 20|From thee a child to me, of whom thou wouldst fain 20|Be satisfy'd, but that the mother's wish 20|Remains unfulfilled; therefore this my will, 20|If it not seem improper thou obey." 20|To whom thus Eve, of grateful reason glad. 20|My nature, Prince, so far forth to advance, 20|As possible should advance before thy fall, 20|And so advance my part, will not repine 20|If thou fulfill my wish; but blame not I, 20|As wanting at first at least, or lack of part, 20|Or defect of matter, or at least of heart, 20|If there exist, or reasonable was the plan 20|That from the editor thy name brought forth. 20|To whom the puissant Spirit of God repli'd. 20|True are thy words, though sad to me; yet not less 20|Whoe'er saw the transgressing of another, 20|Pierc'd in the while, shall fain his own justify, 20|And trust the like to thy example proved. 20|To whom the Geni Americano. 20|For this offence, which thou hast peccant, I lay 20|Upon thy mortal hand; for ever quench 20|Subjection with iron chain, and guilty ever 20|Commit the maugre of Divine interference 20|In the publick weal or in the warlock world. 20|My country, where thy rights are public wave, 20|From whence she woos thy bleeding feet to move 20|In chains and chains, as one who walks in pride, 20|And threatens with a curse from Heav'n and Hell, 20|Whose foot no farther shall the Licia remit. 20|But what if Earth and Oceans wide sunder, 20|And those immense seas that divide her world, 20|With their whole host, and with the invidious Tide 20|Impassive, whelm thee in thy quest for less: 20|Less less shall my enginio environ thy way, 20|Less less shall yond' night and th' ethereal Spirit 20|Be in thy pursuement and thy succour; 20|Less less shall hour by hour the mighty Helvetian 20|Wage war on hour the invader and the foe; 20|Less less all powers below as round thee roll 20|The One omnipotent and breathless Abyss, 20|Inch by inch, and plank by plank, thy compass 20|Shall boldly set, till in her very stronghold 20|The Moon of Heav'n, before her crystal pillar 20|Of Aquarius, thou stand'st up to regard, 20|Girt with the Morning Stars; then up all shake 20|Thy crystalline lucid head, most glorious 20|And auspicious sign, and cry, This is my house: ======================================== SAMPLE 34880 ======================================== 29993|The white of his eyes, the white of his hair, 29993|The white of his cheek, and the white of his lips, 29993|And the white of his brow and the white of his eyes. 29993|But his heart is aflame with a holy fire, 29993|And his flesh is hot with a divine desire 29993|To dance and to dance and to dance again, 29993|And to dance and to dance with her, his mistress, 29993|His sister's darling, and the young and histaught. 29993|And he hath danced with her, and danced with her fair, 29993|And hath shaken her white hand and his body bare, 29993|In the open air at the dance called of joy, 29993|And in the open air at the dance called of mirth. 29993|And ever a sigh of love and a laugh on the air 29993|Has he made in the open air at the dance, 29993|And ever a glance to the left and to the right 29993|And a smile on her lips and a glance to the left. 29993|And then have we found a quiet, 29993|A home, with her, as a man may find with his soul, 29993|And she hath been to us. 29993|She hath kissed us 29993|And spoken with us; 29993|We have watched, and we have listened 29993|To tell of our love 29993|As if we'd known a lover's tale. 29993|And then have we known her, 29993|But all forgotten, 29993|But ever a sigh of love 29993|Had she known us, as love alone knows 29993|Whole numbers, words, to say, 29993|And had we loved her, as men must love. 29993|_A Song of Two Cats with Scarlet-Black Eyes. 29993|I dreamed that I was fishing, 29993|A slender black cat, 29993|In the broad and grass-grown meadows 29993|Where the clover blew. 29993|And o'er the mead I swung myself 29993|To take a nibble, 29993|To see how the fishing-wives 29993|Would come to amuse them. 29993|A hawser set the cat in the air, 29993|And I swung, and caught it; 29993|But I swung, and caught it again-- 29993|To see, how they'd laugh at me. 29993|And then the cat, my fishing hero, 29993|It was a great mistake, 29993|For they started laughing, too, 29993|And then dropped their hands and laughed 29993|The rest of the day. 29993|When they didn't laugh at me, 29993|Nor laugh, nor grin, nor nod, 29993|But looked and then looked at me 29993|In a most cross and solemn way. 29993|But when I swung out of the way, 29993|And made no noise at all, 29993|Or just as if some one were fishing 29993|Would see me in a moment. 29993|Though I was as bold as a cat, 29993|As well as a man might be, 29993|In every way as well can be, 29993|And so they caught me to wait. 29993|The morn shone just as my dream had bade, 29993|And over the grasses 29993|The birds were singing, the rain beat down 29993|Like a sword on the wall. 29993|The old clock shook, the old clock creaked, 29993|And on his face stood I; 29993|We both of us a-smiting my hat 29993|Wept all the labor away. 29993|But I laughed at the clock to see 29993|My little brother here; 29993|And the clock's eyes, one after another, 29993|Sank to me, and then winked 29993|And then flashed on the old clock, with 29993|That piercing, awful stare. 29993|I was standing by the window-shade 29993|Where the sun with his red face blazes, 29993|And the rain falls as thunder 29993|In the great thundercloud. 29993|I was standing there, when a long, long sigh 29993|Went up from the old clock's eyes, and then 29993| ======================================== SAMPLE 34890 ======================================== 1004|That was the place where is a swelling run 1004|Down out of the valley of the Princes, 1004|Through whose sweet groves every May brings forth 1004|Graces so many as the sunshine seeth. 1004|Never from May its bounty to April 1004|Ere has such bounty from such a month 1004|Been parted; for from such a month 1004|One never seeth what men call sun-steeped. 1004|There on the green earth ever is engirt 1004|That fruit that transmits good luck to the wick. 1004|Thither cometh also in small measure 1004|The pilgrim, who would bring the year to day, 1004|If but the other way he would relinquish. 1004|Good is it that goes with it to forego 1004|The blessed image of the bride unscarred, 1004|For to attain thereto is to give up 1004|Most dearly that which we most covet. 1004|But otherwise it is that he who tastes 1004|The bitter wormwood of this sweet fruit, 1004|Gets pleasure from the other good it yieldeth. 1004|That good it does is that according 1004|Which in due course of things is reckoned 1004|As duty, and the virtue is eterne, 1004|Nor any bar in this, for Duty eternally 1004|Must needs abide behind it and beside it. 1004|And if that virtue be not soon displayed, 1004|Yet never shall that bar come nigh fulfilling; 1004|For Duty is Omnipotence alone; 1004|Where that is not there is no duty. 1004|Impartially from these lights, which thou seest, 1004|A flow of sweet perfume is to me stealing." 1004|Then I to her: "It seems that thou entreat me 1004|Not to believe in haste; right well thou knowest 1004|That very slowly the worlds go passing by, 1004|And in thy realm 60 thousand years are over, 1004|Ere ever by thy word from here they reached thee." 1004|"If I did not ask for speed I should believe 1004|More in that truth which is my fellow's knowing; 1004|Because if this be so, time moves very fleet, 1004|And in a thousand years a part will make 1004|To what in another hour was made by Time." 1004|Thus saying, she produced in answer fire from out 1004|A basin which was in the middle of the ring, 1004|And poured on it the perfume of the ambrosial spice. 1004|The holy sisters, when that smell infused itself 1004|Into their souls, arose, and toward me with great 1004|Prayer for a time became attentive to me. 1004|But soon, as ever in a flame it rests distented, 1004|Their kind embraces gave me greatly to regret; 1004|So that the light which first shone at my face, 1004|At first through delay, and shade and haze, 1004|Lost at the flame, which immediately followed after, 1004|Till that which had come in front appeared, 1004|Till that which formed the circle at its east end, 1004|Which had been broken at the noon when it 1004|Was yet new-ang'd, in all the people's eyes 1004|Made that delay still more in my remembrance. 1004|"Brother! give ope thine eyes to nimble paces 1004|Down the fresh-saturated vale, and thou shalt see 1004|How soon all bonds of sense and sense combined 1004|Incorporate make themselves with God and thee! 1004|The beauty broken off is perceived by the sense; 1004|And the soul, which in the eyes is entire, 1004|Not through idleness, but exercise 1004|Of active powers, thus through intellect 1004|Much more possesses it, than when aught 1004|Within the sense is looking, cutting off 1004|All barrier or ineffectual aid. 1004|Now not the corybant, which is erewhile 1004|To guide the bee, the insect, and the bird, 1004|By circling dance through green leaves intermitted, 1004|So bent its wing beneath such forceful space 1004|As was not made by chariot or pul ======================================== SAMPLE 34900 ======================================== 1287|The same shall be for ever! 1287|"Wondrous beauty," you say, 1287|"Sorrow and poverty 1287|In me are mirrored. 1287|In God's great image 1287|I must ever blame 1287|That all my being's treasures 1287|Were shattered by a weed! 1287|"Now, while I hear it, 1287|O'er my head I sink, 1287|And in silence lay, 1287|And then again I 1287|Thro' his presence seem. 1287|"Then my tears flow not 1287|As of weeping morn, 1287|Though my heart is full 1287|Of grief and pity; 1287|For I see that He 1287|In whom my hope is, 1287|In whom I feel himself, 1287|A kind, divine man, 1287|Who can turn suffering 1287|To the joy it craves. 1287|"So my sorrow and my care 1287|Must at once end, 1287|In his help on me, 1287|When it once has ceased, 1287|And, 'to-morrow' still. 1287|"Now what of that? 'tis time 1287|That I should tell 1287|What my God remains, 1287|Amid all the world, 1287|To the Christian's view. 1287|"But in order to this, 1287|And to what follows still, 1287|All must needs be clear: 1287|That I know by right, 1287|And the truth must flee. 1287|"For I now shall speak 1287|Why I did not dare, 1287|In that most lonely place, 1287|As I had dared to, 1287|To go to such a height. 1287|"Thou art my life; thou art 1287|The sole thing that is mine; 1287|And thou wilt not betray me 1287|With thy cold heart-ache. 1287|"Thou hast no hope, and yet, 1287|By this, I see thee shine 1287|With all that is divine, 1287|All that art worthy to be known!" 1287|Thus she spake at length. 1287|The leaflet flew above,-- 1287|And on the river flew. 1287|Farewell, ye hearts that wait! 1287|It seems to my sight,-- 1287|A vision,--in this brief song, 1287|I now begin, 1287|Thou most a love of thine! 1287|"THE suns and planets I've seen, 1287|I've watched while night and day 1287|On many a globe hath shone. 1287|But never a heaven I've seen! 1287|No, no, the most I've seen, 1287|Never a heaven I've seen!" 1287|Now, what the fates have in store! 1287|That I know not; in sooth, 1287|For, love, on earth there's cause. 1287|But then may Heaven have seen, 1287|In heaven the same; 1287|For this,--in a certain kind, 1287|We view their very forms. 1287|And here I'll leave him--in this case 1287|If Fate can bring it near. 1287|'Tis time I, too, should take leave, 1287|And vanish from the sight. 1287|The song of old, I do not know if it's true, 1287|When I, with youth unblest, 1287|Played lightly o'er the stream, and looked and listened 1287|Till I heard the bird's note clear. 1287|That song with joy I oft repeat, 1287|With rapture, dear, for you; 1287|For in that song, you live again, I also live, 1287|By faith alone enwreathed. 1287|If my heart so much of love should bear! 1287|Then let thy wings to me be wing'd 1287|With love to the full, without any surfeit, 1287|And ever close to the goal 1287|In joyfulness to bear! 1287|Thus far the life I lead, 1287|To-day to be my limit given; ======================================== SAMPLE 34910 ======================================== 1034|The voice that cried out in the storm: 1034|"I have seen in every day 1034|Some new day." 1034|The voice that cried on in the night: 1034|"I knew that he was dead." 1034|I know I heard the voice of my soul when I woke up on to that plain; 1034|I know my soul took wing when I left the light on; 1034|I know a little black star in a yellow eclipse, 1034|A little yellow star in a sunset of love. 1034|Out of the deeps of a night 1034|Beyond the lightless seas 1034|Where a man has never been; 1034|Out of the depths of a world 1034|Thronged with shadows and lights-- 1034|Something that came to my soul 1034|And said: "I am all alone; 1034|You have loved me for this while, 1034|Have loved me all too well." 1034|But never a word she said; 1034|Ever in the sunlit hours 1034|A glance of the eyes I knew 1034|Could move me, or the smile 1034|Of the beautiful eyes said 1034|In a whisper: "I have seen 1034|The way you prayed to me." 1034|I have a little ship with a bridge, 1034|With sails in the west from the stars, 1034|And a deck that is gray and warm with brown 1034|And a mast that is gray and warm with brown, 1034|On a day that is gray and warm with brown. 1034|With a hand-built rudder that stands in the fog 1034|And a rudder that leans out in the fog. 1034|With the shadows in the fog and the wind and the rain 1034|And the sails of this little tiny ship in the fog 1034|It has gone from land of the landless gleams 1034|Into the land of God's wide skies and the blue, 1034|And the little little ship in the fog it has missed. 1034|I have a little deck in a ship without sin-- 1034|On a day that is gray and warm with brown. 1034|But in the fog and the fog, and the wind that is loud 1034|And the sails of a little ship in the fog 1034|Have sunken in the land of sin and the fog. 1034|I dream sometimes of lands no man has seen. 1034|I dream of towers no man has built nor shall build. 1034|I dream of cities that I shall see not more. 1034|I dream of ships without a crew aboard, 1034|And sailings that have left no name nor mark. 1034|I dream--and it is not. Ah! little ship in the fog 1034|That lost in the fog's unknown land that shall yet 1034|Be born in the fog of God,--this, and not I, shall be. 1034|Oh! the gray-haired father, who will not hear 1034|The children call and call on his son's delight, 1034|Oh! the gray-haired father in a palace chamber-- 1034|The grey-haired father who will not see and hear 1034|His children reach to him in his desolate hall; 1034|The gray-haired father who is all alone 1034|With the gray hair of an old stone tower 1034|That leans up against the hills, 1034|And the gray-haired father who will stand 1034|Alone and watch till the day shall break. 1034|The gray-haired mother, whose hand is on her darling's hair, 1034|Who heard the words the children left behind,-- 1034|"The winds will blow, the sea shall be still, 1034|And they shall come again." 1034|The gray-haired brother and sister who, 1034|Though very young and innocent, 1034|To their gray-haired father swear an oath to never again-- 1034|Where the long road winds by the shore of the wide blue sea, 1034|There you'll hear the strange noise no child can understand. 1034|Only the wind, the wind in the black trees, 1034|And the wind that breaks in the blue sky, 1034|And the wind that makes the trees bow down. 1034|The gray-haired mother on her little bed, 1034|Where ======================================== SAMPLE 34920 ======================================== 23111|With a big-nosed, smiling lady, 23111|Who, in a bright-eyed languor, 23111|Made all my heart go "Whoo!" 23111|And I found she was a lady 23111|Who used to marry at eight. 23111|And her name was Mary Ann, 23111|And her face was all aglow 23111|With the glow from the smile so bright, 23111|And a happy, happy heart 23111|Said I to myself, as I stood 23111|In the doorway, that night, at eight, 23111|With the big-nosed, smiling lady, 23111|Who, in a bright-eyed languor, 23111|Making all my heart go "Whoo!" 23111|Then, I said to my heart, go 23111|I will be her true-love then; 23111|I said, and there I went alone, 23111|Though I cried, and the big-nosed lady 23111|Soothed every heart to gladness-- 23111|Though the tears fell from my eyes, 23111|Though the heartache hurt my brain: 23111|All my life would go "whoo!" 23111|And I'd look out and feel it go. 23111|And I know it did so of course, 23111|Because I'd never had an hour-- 23111|Never--of love at eight-- 23111|That I could understand it much 23111|Then, a big-nosed, smiling lady, 23111|Whispering to a boy I thought she 23111|Made every heart go "whoo!" 23111|Now I'm young and I'm happy, too! 23111|I'm very proud of the way I'm growing ever since 23111|I went to school with the ladies; for it made me very glad 23111|I never wanted to be a boy at all--I did not think about 23111|The friends I've made--and the kind of boys I'm showing off one 23111|To another! I'm one of a kind of "maiden-toys,"--yes, and 23111|Some nights ago when I was sleeping on my bed I heard a little 23111|"Mighty fine girls and boys!" 23111|They're getting married--they and their friends; 23111|And I don't think that I shall ever see 23111|A day when I wasn't glad to be a boy! 23111|I wish and I fear that my heart will break 23111|If I ever really _want_ to be a boy. 23111|But I'll try to be happy as I can 23111|(Though maybe I'm _not_ a boy, but just _get_ a chance), 23111|And I'll try to be good--I'll try to be-- 23111|And try still to _want_ to be a boy-- 23111|Just so--so--so--so. 23111|All day I sat in the shadows 23111|And played, for the hour had gone past three; 23111|Heaven, Mother, I know why that is,-- 23111|You loved me then!--and so will you still,-- 23111|But when a boy he can do what he wishes, 23111|Can kiss whomever he wants to, and talk and sing as he pleases. 23111|And when he gets into mischief, as he surely will, 23111|And he takes to singing of his own accord, 23111|Why, then, it must be that you loved, Mother, what he was saying. 23111|But the shadows--they vanished quickly; 23111|They fled and they left me at eve to dream and to dream: 23111|The sky was a-sparkling and the stars grew 23111|Bright as stars of yore in a night so bright; 23111|And it seemed as if beneath the sky, 23111|The very stars themselves spoke to me, 23111|As I took to my song and my singing, 23111|And singing, singing, singing, 23111|As I talked and fluted and sung. 23111|Oh lovely and silver and light and green 23111|(Hark!) how beautiful the heavens look now, 23111|And oh! how they are not lovely to me-- 23111|I feel rather sad, Mother, as I feel 23111|That I did not love you, sweet, as I now do ======================================== SAMPLE 34930 ======================================== 1054|She went to the king's bed, she came not back; 1054|She left poor William's bed, and the king's bed, 1054|With poor Willie she went, with little Jane, 1054|And she cried, "Wee, wee, wee, my poor, my dear!" 1054|O come, my wife, come, do what you may: 1054|Weep, sleep, and kiss her good-night, my dear." 1054|Now she wept, but the day was not begun, 1054|For William had fasted till the morrow: 1054|And all the day's work it was for to do, 1054|And kiss his wife, then, and call on Mary. 1054|He kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her again; 1054|Then his heart was light, then the morn began. 1054|O, he kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her again; 1054|For his heart was light, then the day was done. 1054|O, he kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her again; 1054|He bade her love her children most his delight, 1054|Then he kiss'd her and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her again. 1054|O he kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her again; 1054|And at last at his heart he kiss'd her more, 1054|He bade her love him, and never be his wife; 1054|Then he kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her more. 1054|O he kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her again; 1054|Away he brake his heart, then he kissed her more, 1054|He bade her love him, and never be his wife, 1054|Then he kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her more. 1054|O he kiss'd her; and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her more, 1054|Then the lady had a heart enough to burst. 1054|O, he kiss'd her, and kiss'd her, and kiss'd her more; 1054|Then they both went away, then I too went away. 1054|O we parted. 1054|O why doth love doth cause so sad a strife? 1054|O, why doth love make so woefull a strife? 1054|For our poor hearts are break'd in so sore strife, 1054|As we never yet have broken but in times of strife 1054|In a vain marriage, or in a vain career. 1054|O come, and kiss her, and tell her what it is 1054|That makes her late her gentle spirit fly, 1054|And kiss her, and tell her, by what charm 1054|That cause doth cause her late her gentle spirit fly. 1054|O come to me now, and kiss me more. 1054|Ye have heard some good tales last night, 1054|Of our marriage and of mine; 1054|But you yet, for what cause did he 1054|That did my marriage for to seek? 1054|For this cause, and nothing more, 1054|I swear I can no longer stand, 1054|That ye did any ill-tongued talk. 1054|The King he hath my hand in trust, 1054|And therefore do not any shame 1054|To me, that did his marriage share, 1054|Or his in any wise to rue; 1054|Of all this world myself doth lie; 1054|Or he would me do so almost. 1054|Ye know not yet the cause of this, 1054|O, ye young nobles, do not cry, 1054|If that I will not marry thee, 1054|I'll to my death, with you, let houndes tear thee. 1054|But if he will, and will my will; 1054|My faithfullest brother to this night, 1054|Then let me die thus, with you, let houndes tear thee. 1054|O, go to, go to, my wife, and tell her 1054|And all about thine marriage tale; 1054|And then she'll do thee little honour, 1054|That doth her such offence blame. 1054|Troth kiss her, and tell her that ======================================== SAMPLE 34940 ======================================== 24280|And still her hand was folded on her breast, 24280|Yet ever in her troubled breast 24280|A voice was ringing, and its sound 24280|Was music faint and far away. 24280|For ever longing hovered near and near 24280|A memory, faint and faint and dim. 24280|Ah, sad were these, these feeble tones 24280|Still calling to her face! 24280|The moon shone fair in the blue west, and she came to the window, 24280|"O sister, let me look above, 24280|As I am fond with thy love's pain; 24280|O let my soul be still with dread, 24280|In the world's dark, deep and dim!"-- 24280|The blue-eyed maid raised her blue-grey eyes, 24280|And lo! 'twas a storm of silver spray! 24280|At which she sprang up as if caught 24280|By sudden tempests allayed; 24280|And quickly to the mountain's side 24280|She hastened with all speed her flight; 24280|And there a little mountain's height 24280|Upon her eyes she set,--and there, 24280|With aching heart and soul estranged 24280|From those fair loves of old, she stood 24280|As if to meet the wild storm's morn. 24280|"O sister, thou for whom I pine, 24280|From all that earth has shown or can-- 24280|From all the world that knows nor thee 24280|Nor thine, to thee its tears may pour! 24280|O thou, in whom my life and fame and worth, 24280|My high and low, live, and shall to save-- 24280|Thou seest each tree that grows, and where 24280|So many blossoms meet! 24280|And every leaf that trembles fair, 24280|And every flower that smiles! 24280|And every bush of my sweet love's shade 24280|Bespeak the heart's deep yearning! 24280|O sister, let me see all these, 24280|O see the dear, fair world I live in! 24280|I would adore, and I would be 24280|My sweetest beloved! 24280|"I would not live in this bleak world, 24280|This dim and desolate! 24280|This is the world where a sad pang 24280|Ages with a sad pain! 24280|The world of life I would renounce, 24280|And all its beauty fair, 24280|The world of love and happiness 24280|And the true joys of heaven!" 24280|The wild storm ceased, and she stood aghast 24280|In heart and soul, and felt 24280|A strange, sweet power and passion stir 24280|Within her, like a tide; 24280|Then, with a start, backward she looks, 24280|And--her tear-dimmed eye-- 24280|She sees, with one fair, eager look, 24280|A maiden, pale again. 24280|"O woman, are you dreaming here?" quoth I; 24280|"Ah me! how well I wot, 24280|"That I the very mountain should be here!" 24280|I whispered,--and she softly said, 24280|"Sweet heart, behold me come! 24280|"The love of my good Lord, 24280|"Whom I before him did adore. 24280|"From the sweet heavens I am come, 24280|"For in this very land 24280|"God will be with me to the last! 24280|"I will sit in this paradise grassy 24280|"And with him, like a bride, 24280|"For ever blissful to my blissful 24280|"Serene love shall be!" 24280|I gazed, entranced and dreamt 24280|How in her sweet eyes had shone 24280|A look of so divine a blest, 24280|I could not be afraid. 24280|"O let my soul be blest,-- 24280|"Oh, let the light in my heart, 24280|"Pour, pouring, like a dove, 24280|"Its tender music through my whole being!" 24280|And the youth in me forgot his dream: 24280|And on my breast he laid 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 34950 ======================================== 15370|Who, for the price of a bottle, will come and 15370|Keep the little old lady company. 15370|One day they had a picnic of ease, and 15370|The ladies would not go, and the gentlemen 15370|Came to see why the poor old man was absent. 15370|A man and his wife were there, 15370|"But my dear wife," they began, 15370|"We have just passed through the Park; why don't you 15370|And I, your servant, look up and see 15370|What's become of your dear wife?" 15370|"I'm getting there, you know! God bless you all! 15370|Can't I be back by lunch-time, or full before?" 15370|"Oh, here's two o' claret! two o' brandy!" 15370|"You may sit upstairs and get bent for the dance." 15370|"And now, my dear, what do you think of the news?" 15370|And the old lady laughed, and said she thought 15370|His name was Southey, and that he was rich. 15370|But why he was rich I cannot comprehend."-- 15370|"He was a soldier, sir! I suppose--well, 'twas three 15370|And forty years of soldiering came to them; 15370|And, after that, he got busy in the City, 15370|Till, by dint of his high birth, the soldiers' hearts 15370|He had loved when they were boys were his own. 15370|And, so 'twas thought, his fortunes would have cleared, 15370|He'd have set very fast in the great, grand world, 15370|And gone on with a high name, and not been doomed; 15370|But it isn't true. His fortune, you know, 15370|Was a very great one, and he has sat there 15370|In a little apartment in a little town, 15370|And spent all his fortune on the great city's mirth. 15370|He and his wife are much against a war-- 15370|The war, as far as they can see, is folly." 15370|"But what do the great cities do? They're like weeds-- 15370|I hardly know, but I know that they hurt." 15370|"Why, you are right, I suppose--and weeds always hurt. 15370|But in any case they don't tend to leave you." 15370|"But where's my coat?"--said she--"for I want my coat; 15370|And you said something about an easy fall, 15370|And perhaps, by a funny trick of the town, 15370|They would have dragged me by now to the place 15370|Where I will take it if they did--but I'll not say, 15370|Though I do not mind very much if they were bad." 15370|"They will kill you then!"--"Why the devil didn't they? 15370|I'll take my luck; and here's a very good stick, 15370|I hope, for a good stick will be worth its weight: 15370|What's that?"--"You guessed it--your new sword, that's what." 15370|"Oh, sure you did," and he looked puzzled, or, at least, 15370|As one who quite understood him not at all, 15370|That sword's a very nice sword--I'm sure it will do!" 15370|"And you've got a pretty new hat," said he; "you can 15370|Put one on if you must--but now I'm out of style-- 15370|It suits my present face as you did mine, 15370|And I think I'll leave it here; if you'd find 15370|It in town to-morrow, what can you do?" 15370|"You're wrong; I'm wrong, you are," sighed the hostess. 15370|"That's not so. I'm sure you only meant 15370|To ask me how I thought of things at large, 15370|So that my speech might not be so strangely grand." 15370|"A bad fate is that, I'm glad to say: 15370|They will, I fear, murder their dear hosts dear." 15370|"Ah, I believe that I know exactly how; 15370|My mind in my head, as yours may be told. 15370|And so ======================================== SAMPLE 34960 ======================================== 37452|Of the eternal sea, of the endless sea, 37452|Of the infinite earth, of the soul in God, 37452|I, too, walk with my Lord and my God, 37452|With the wings of my spirit, and the feet 37452|Of God's car,--I am he. He is mine, 37452|And he is of my blood, and of my flesh, 37452|And I am his, and we are one flesh. 37452|I, whom, for her sake, the angels took 37452|Out of all things and into nothing, see 37452|In them, even here, the Kingdom of God, 37452|And the Father's spirit. Yea, it is here! 37452|I, who have known the world's eternal tide, 37452|I, who have held the earth's bound and ocean's, 37452|The waves, and the tides of heaven and sea 37452|That ever run the tides of ages on,-- 37452|I, whom God hath made his son in the loins 37452|Of angels and his daughter of beauty,-- 37452|All the old stars of night and their children, 37452|And the new stars of morning and their daughters,-- 37452|I, who am all the holy angels that are 37452|Await only her footfall in the places 37452|Of the heavens, and see in her eyes the light 37452|Of all her father, and the world's old King, 37452|God, who made her and who dwells in her light, 37452|I, too, walk with my Lord and my God, 37452|With my spirit and my flesh upon them, 37452|With these last days and this hour of us. 37452|I come from the places of night and of deep 37452|Bars and bazaars and hidden roads. 37452|I have entered into that light, this day, 37452|And have passed out of the night and night's day 37452|Into the light of morning; and I shall rise 37452|And dwell with my Lord, and live and reign! 37452|I who have lived long, I who have bowed to death, 37452|I, who in all the days, in all the years 37452|Of my life and of the paths I trod, 37452|Have lived, and now I have seen the light, 37452|And am risen above the world's old King-- 37452|I, too, am risen above--the night and day! 37452|"I saw Him, I saw Him. I said to Him: 37452|Look in mine eyes. I am as this day, 37452|As this day and as this hour, because 37452|The Master of life, the God of love, 37452|Made manifest in me the things that be." 37452|"I am the same, I am the same with this 37452|I see the light, I see the light anew, 37452|The light that hath no color of darkness, 37452|As day and night made manifest in me, 37452|By means that He made manifest in me." 37452|"The blind man saw but once the sun, and one 37452|Fell back on his face. And He said: 'Why, Blind?' 37452|"The blind man turned backward in the dark, 37452|And then fell backward, and the sun's great eye 37452|Fell on my face. And I was very still, 37452|Saying: 'Wherefore, O my Lord, the blind walk 37452|Like stone and all his people before thee 37452|As if they feared? I said to the blind, 37452|'O, blind man, what is this that hath thee 37452|And makes thee tremble as the stone walks straight, 37452|Although in truth I knew thee surely as mine own, 37452|And know that thou art not.'" 37452|And the King said: "What is this that makes thee tremble? 37452|Why have I so long time for thy words? 37452|There is no man like other men, and each 37452|Can serve me as God would, and give his best 37452|In love. But what art thou, who art not blind? 37452|Art thou as man, or art thou in the way 37452|Before men? or wilt thou, as thou art now, 37452 ======================================== SAMPLE 34970 ======================================== 18500|The pensive woman sat in her cottage alone: 18500|The moon to her left hand shone, the star had risen, 18500|And to my bosom's trembling core was the promise 18500|That in time to come my love would be mine own. 18500|The evening air was cool, the landscape level, 18500|And sweetly the stream like a linnet flew; 18500|I gazed on its flow, I marvelled to view 18500|Its restless wheeling, for to my thinking 18500|No farther its murmurings could brook. 18500|But as I gazed, the moon, high in heaven's sky, 18500|Rose like a silver lamp, and with a smile 18500|O'er her aspect fair, I said I must rest. 18500|And as I gently drew her from my breast, 18500|I knew my burden was light; and I'll goe 18500|And look upon the rippling waters more. 18500|To the song of merriment they'd given their song, 18500|And the laughing and jesting of the pair, 18500|And the music of the waves their mirth could join; 18500|That river and that song were well learned parts, 18500|But the happy eyes of the fountains they brought 18500|From their happy hearts for each other to trace. 18500|For, I trust, when the evening sun was sinking, 18500|They both with their hearts full of merriment, 18500|Welcomed each other in peace into night, 18500|Where sweet in the bosome they lay side by side. 18500|When all's o'er, they did say, 18500|How they, the mermaids, would now sail to the shore, 18500|And there they'd give their souls to God for a sign 18500|That pleasure in life might find a cure. 18500|They knew not the value of it, I dare swear, 18500|Though they meant to be singers in their youth: 18500|Though they meant to be singers, yet 18500|It might have been more fair, 18500|With their lives, than to do without them now. 18500|It would not be right 18500|That the mermaids on board our nymph would come, 18500|To live in the sea 18500|With us, a few lasses, and never touch shore, 18500|And to keep us and us from the wild sea-beach. 18500|Well, but some day they'll take us 18500|To the island on the west side of the isle, 18500|In the bay where the cliffs are young, 18500|And the wild sea-beasts will meet about our feet, 18500|And the mermaids will join in their lovely joy. 18500|Well, but now, to be brief, 18500|If the day should come and we should be out of sight, 18500|The sea-lark would wake us, with his warbling song, 18500|And leave us on the sands to smile and think, 18500|When the tides have been come, 18500|But I am quite a skeptic in matters queer and different, 18500|And if what the mermaid said be untrue, 18500|I am sure they've found it out long since; 18500|And were I but a mermaid, I'd tell them, no doubt, 18500|How I was sent off to sea once more, 18500|And left her on a rock, 18500|With not a flag on her head, 18500|But a piece of brass fastened on; 18500|Which, when the devil sees you, do not try to hit; 18500|But strike you with a plank, and let him try, 18500|That the plank may break, 18500|And you may be safe, 18500|And safe be thou 18500|If a plank should break, 18500|And thou wilt be left on the rock! 18500|Oh, the wild waves roar and howl 18500|That buffet the bark, 18500|And the fearful hour of evil 18500|Is past, and past, 18500|While we sleep, we sleep, 18500|All wrapped in the drifting foam. 18500|But we sleep with a willowy shroud, 18500|Where, to our wish, 18500|The stars ======================================== SAMPLE 34980 ======================================== 15370|The little, little one, for a moment, 15370|But the child was not much delighted, 15370|Could not have found him a toy 15370|For a hand-me-down, "little little dolly." 15370|Said the little girl then, "Heaven send he'll be better; 15370|'Tis a dreadful thing, with a "little dear dolly." 15370|"Oh, and I mustn't call him a toy." 15370|Said the "little little dolly," as she went along. 15370|"I'll not," the little girl said; and she smiled, and went 15370|As she always did,-- 15370|Gone into the garden, 15370|Where all the little things be,-- 15370|To the tree-tops, and the top of the pine tree. 15370|There she saw, in her hands, a little, tiny car, 15370|Which a dog had fashioned out of leaves and sand. 15370|Now, to take a toy along is a very common pastime 15370|To little children; but to carry it on the road 15370|Is a new one. 15370|There are stones and sticks to make a horse and a cart, 15370|There are rails to make a boat and a ship. 15370|Then the little dolly trembled, and almost had a fall, 15370|When she saw a crowd on the road, waiting for 15370|A little, tiny barker appear. 15370|He did not see the little dolly at all, 15370|But he heard a woman's voice calling-- 15370|The woman's voice was quite audible, 15370|"Oh, call for the little dolly, 15370|The little dolly wants to meet you." 15370|Then the little dolly felt very big indeed, 15370|And she wanted a bigger house and loftier tree, 15370|With a wider porch, a terrace, and roof on the steep, 15370|When the lady called "to the right," and the dog began 15370|To come trotting toward them. 15370|But the dog was a little dog, and never had seen 15370|A road before, so he peeped in his coat, and out he ran 15370|And barked in the air at the crowd. 15370|The lady called "to the right," and the dog crept fast, 15370|And he gave the crowd a welcome, trotting very fast 15370|And calling "good day" to the crowd. 15370|And the crowd gave "good day" to the dog, and trotting fast-- 15370|The lady called "to the right." 15370|For the Lady called "to the right," and the dog walked on, 15370|And was ever walking very fast again, and there he eyed 15370|The lady called "to the right." 15370|And ever he said what the crowd all whispered and said 15370|To that lady called "to the left:" 15370|"I am sorry for the little dolly; 15370|But if she doesn't come in the right way, I'm not so happy 15370|To loose half the crowd. 15370|And if she comes in the right way I'll let you off just 15370|As long as you let me. 15370|I'm always short of cash, and people only help me; 15370|So I don't give a damn for the world--and that's well-- 15370|But I'm going to stay just as happy just where I am." 15370|He was very tired when he left his coat behind, 15370|And he wished to go into the garden, and fetch his toy; 15370|He was very tired, and so he sat down on a stone 15370|By the wall, and he put one shoe in, 15370|And took a little basket, and wrapped his baby in it; 15370|Then he began to roam about, and at last he came 15370|To the little corner that his toy had made. 15370|He stood upon its little top, holding both his toys, 15370|When he saw a little girl sitting inside. 15370|He said "You little girl, why come down? 15370|I have been so lonely, you look so nice and neat, 15370|I want to go and play with you, and see what you are." 15370| ======================================== SAMPLE 34990 ======================================== 28375|Whose soul the air, with all its humours, 28375|Has left at peace within his lungs. 28375|Yet if a gentle man he live. 28375|That can, and must, a goodly state 28375|In his dear country's pleasure show. 28375|And though, in his own mind's eye, 28375|He sees not all his hopes appear, 28375|Yet his high mind may rest secure 28375|In that what it hath willed too. 28375|No, the proud and high of earth 28375|Can ne'er be held in double shame, 28375|But by the world's great fool may see, 28375|'Tis he alone that's fallen low. 28375|That all the world is blind 28375|Is only because his eye 28375|Has missed many of the mark 28375|Just in his own country's worth, 28375|Because his mind has ne'er been wise. 28375|And that you, who have known all this 28375|And know so much of all this, 28375|What you say should be for ever, 28375|What you think, should be for ever. 28375|_Ph[oe]bus and the Orchison_ 28375|'Tis the moon, and the moon is full, 28375|'Tis the moon, and the moonlight bright; 28375|And all that's good aye depends 28375|'Twixt the moon and the sun. 28375|When you think you see a star 28375|In that bright and airy light, 28375|Think but, it's a misty spot; 28375|And the air you pass, doth not flow. 28375|For the air you breathe is clear, 28375|And in summer and in storm 28375|The sun is no more than a worm; 28375|But when from his brightness gone, 28375|The blushing rose doth take flight. 28375|For love of the sacred fire 28375|That's born from the earth and seas, 28375|And of the gentle stars that steer 28375|Our mortal journeyes, 28375|And the stars to whom it gives 28375|Its music, these the ways we take. 28375|This, my Lord, is life's only gain-- 28375|To know that to know thy face 28375|Hath made a heaven within and a heaven without. 28375|When night doth veil the skies, 28375|And the stars with their silver lamps 28375|Draw down the pale moon, then, my Love, 28375|With a trembling step and a trembling heart, 28375|I go to my God, to my God. 28375|I give myself up to thy care, 28375|And to thy counsels and thine ear. 28375|For I, when in my bed I lie, 28375|See thee, and clasp thee in mine arms; 28375|And that with trembling heart and gladd'ning eye, 28375|Thou in thy strength art comforting me. 28375|Then, in my night's delusive dream, 28375|Asleep I lie and bless thee still; 28375|The dews of peace descend with a gentle lay, 28375|And the light of the morning doth make me blest. 28375|Then, when thou art in pain or in dream, 28375|And dozing in thy slumber strow, 28375|I sing thee my best dear-loved slumbering; 28375|My dreams, my slumbering, I sing. 28375|Yet, when the night has ceased to flow, 28375|And the sky's clear light doth flow 28375|Unto thy listening ear doth pour 28375|A mellow sound, wherewith the world's far from fair. 28375|Then, when the light doth disappear, 28375|A light doth thy soul upraise, 28375|And there's a pureness in pureness of heaven, 28375|And a sweet quietness in brightness, 28375|That do my drowsy eyes' power seem light. 28375|Then I feel the world made right, 28375|As a wise man, 28375|For a pure and a goodly deed, 28375|And to love thee. 28375|That thou dost feel and know 28375|That he, 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 35000 ======================================== 1365|That the world should believe the man who said, 1365|"He did not lie, nor steal, nor loll, nor wink: 1365|I was dreaming of a woman and the ring." 1365|A new-born babe stands in the street, 1365|With silvery eyes, that seem to see 1365|A world that is not in the ways of fact. 1365|The infant's face is white and bright; 1365|Its shining, innocent-hearted head 1365|Is small and tender as a young lamb's. 1365|Beneath its light-haired mother's soft, white breast 1365|It lays its weary sleepy kisses down, 1365|And smiles with motherly love. No wonder, then, 1365|That its long, low lids drop tears of joy, 1365|And silently their balmy dew descend 1365|On the dear little tender limbs and face; 1365|Or that the mother's soul would bless her Lord, 1365|If only He would take her baby-glory. 1365|There be shadows in the ways of fact, 1365|Shadowy people, who in houses dwell, 1365|And when the babe cries will awaken 1365|Silence in quiet hearts, and bring 1365|Pang after pang of sore affright. 1365|Those people are the city folk 1365|Who make the village smoky-hued; 1365|And yet their streets are sweet with mirth, 1365|Till a baby cries, and the smoky-hid 1365|Pillars shake and quiver with a gladness 1365|That is strange and strange indeed. 1365|The streets are not the way of joy, 1365|But where a dream has come to birth, 1365|Or where the happy will may live, 1365|The town is a scene of sorrow. 1365|There is a dark and dreary night 1365|When all the street-lights in the town 1365|Are broken, and the children cry, 1365|Till the old buildings shake and quiver 1365|With happy hopes and fear. 1365|There is an old and gloomy man, 1365|Who haunts each shadow-lair and inn 1365|As if he haunted some fair castle. 1365|In the houses of the village are 1365|Pale ladies and grim soldiers; 1365|And he has his palace-hall at home, 1365|His bowers at home and bed at home, 1365|Where he rules and looks on happy 1365|For the first time in his life. 1365|And he is a cold old man, and he 1365|Goes to the great Western land 1365|To find the water-bright that flows 1365|And the sweet and holy waters 1365|Of the waters that he loved. 1365|He is a dark old man, and clad 1365|In his hair and beard and garments blue, 1365|He walks the streets with eyes inquisitive, 1365|And his heart is at a distance; 1365|He hears the wild birds' melic tings 1365|And the sounds of merry singing 1365|In the sweet summer morning. 1365|He seems a pilgrim wandering 1365|Along the lonely shore; 1365|A pilgrim in the great Western land 1365|Who would not make another ram 1365|Of the palm and the oleaf pine, 1365|And the yellow-hued hardwood. 1365|He sees in the far-off sight, 1365|When his eyes are lifted high, 1365|Fair cities like the pictures of a dream 1365|Stand, as if waiting for them there, 1365|Or dreaming from its heaven to be 1365|The city where he was a child. 1365|And when the evening stars arise 1365|Above the world's fair surface, 1365|And the white moon begins to swim 1365|Like the sun within the heavens, 1365|And all the clouds with quiet wings 1365|Are folding the silent night 1365|From their nests in the purple hills, 1365|Then he turns his look to heaven, 1365|And thinks of the morning-star, 1365|And the star of morning. 1365|Oh, a little wind-blown cloud 1365|On the sky so still and ======================================== SAMPLE 35010 ======================================== 1280|Till I was worn with crying. 1280|Then I had a child, and a boy. 1280|This was the story I told her: 1280|A boy and girl had run away, 1280|And I was called to take them home. 1280|Then I brought them up, and did right, 1280|Then I had a child and a girl. 1280|But I had nothing to show for it, 1280|And the girl had come to be a wife, 1280|The boy was thrown on the wall, alone. 1280|"You have told me of your wife and child." 1280|"I cannot tell you all the truth." 1280|"You have told me all the truth. 1280|And I'll tell you all the truth." 1280|So I went back to the forest 1280|And told my wife about that man. 1280|There were several reasons for it. 1280|For one, I am one of the men, 1280|I had been to the war at twenty-one 1280|(I did not know very well). 1280|And that's because there is no work 1280|In this world for a twenty-year back 1280|That way is no way at all. 1280|Well, then I was called to take the man 1280|Home, and build a new life for him, 1280|And so that was the first of years 1280|I spent in the war. 1280|And though in twenty-three years 1280|There was nothing I could do for him 1280|Save that I helped him work as if he 1280|Were one of us, in the war's war. 1280|All of you know my wife has gone 1280|To New York and the West Village 1280|To take the life she has been doomed 1280|To live in the war's war. 1280|And while my wife knows no English, 1280|You may wonder why it is 1280|That I am kept out of the world 1280|Until this day. 1280|But I had told her the truth, 1280|And she came back--and it was I 1280|That called her time of her passing 1280|To call her--and she took her seat 1280|And watched the women with me there 1280|While I worked on getting the home 1280|Ready for my wife. 1280|And I was as happy to be there 1280|As happy ever to have you 1280|As any man in the world, now, 1280|Though I was forced on you to go 1280|With my old wife, and then I knew 1280|Away from the war, and had no place 1280|To find the comfort the old home gave, 1280|And it made me mad. 1280|And I said to my old wife, 1280|You know I've told you all the truth. 1280|I'll tell you the truth now. 1280|You knew of one with whom I had 1280|A chance to make love and to find 1280|A place for the man on the shelf 1280|Where he had been sent. 1280|But you would not have him come at all, 1280|For you knew the man had no power 1280|To make love to a woman with such 1280|A presence as brought all men down, 1280|And drew all men down to him. 1280|So it was at the last before 1280|I could carry this secret to you-- 1280|This man with the heart of a woman 1280|Whose face was like water in the sea-- 1280|But you could only look in vain 1280|For him in the prison cells, alone. 1280|And that was in forty-two. 1280|And I'm forty-three now; 1280|And I've been to the war; 1280|And I'm going to tell you the truth. 1280|And you'll never find the man you've tried, 1280|I've tried in vain to say, 1280|In all the years I've been in this business-- 1280|Not only because he is dead, 1280|But because I was always sure 1280|This man is not dead, but only disguised. 1280|In the days of the war 1280|I was ======================================== SAMPLE 35020 ======================================== 1365|The ancient and the new of his race 1365|In the great assembly stood; 1365|For that day the land was full of glee, 1365|And in the morning the new moon shone. 1365|And all the kings and all the ladies, 1365|The dames and cavaliers, 1365|A-musing, one by one, 1365|Sat down to supper round the golden fire 1365|At the great assembly held. 1365|But now the night was ever dark, 1365|And the old moon hid his face; 1365|And the old moon hid his face from the gaze 1365|Of mortal men no more. 1365|And he crept towards the end of his lonely night, 1365|And his thoughts went back to that day, 1365|When the kingdom of the North was full of glee, 1365|And in the morning the new moon shone. 1365|And the thought of the past still came to him, 1365|With an evil and a shade, 1365|And when he looked at the old moon he was blind; 1365|And his name was Thomas Bryant; 1365|And on that same night he never heard the sound 1365|Of the old moon's lighted face. 1365|And the thought of the old strange world with all its lore 1365|And the tale of legend passed, 1365|And into shadows darted away forever, 1365|An awful, secret fiend, 1365|And Thomas knew the place from whence he came, 1365|And its name, and its name forever. 1365|A little girl, fair and simple, 1365|Down in the meadow ran Ruth, 1365|Just to please her mother Ruth. 1365|And the father of Ruth ran the horses, 1365|And the mother of Ruth run the cow, 1365|And the little girl ran on the meadow; 1365|With a smile on her delicate face. 1365|But when she was half-way run away 1365|From her poor little life Ruth went, 1365|Just to please the little girl Ruth, 1365|And try to make her think twice. 1365|"O my sweet! O my sweet! my sweet! 1365|Where will you go? Where will you go 1365|Until Death find you out?" 1365|"I will give you bread and wine, 1365|I will give you water, 1365|I will give you a bed for you; 1365|And I will bring you a chair." 1365|"If you don't find me out ere long, 1365|I will run away to yonder stream, 1365|And laugh and sing for you." 1365|With a little girl, fair and simple, 1365|Down in the meadow ran Ruth, 1365|Just to please the little girl Ruth! 1365|And before her mother Ruth could say 1365|Even a little word or two, 1365|The little girl ran off to the river, 1365|And ran over the little brook, 1365|And waded till the stream bank broke, 1365|And away she waded, swimming fast, 1365|Far, far adown to the fishing-ground, 1365|And there she lay in the sun; 1365|And all the old river banks were gray, 1365|And grey the fishing-boats that came, 1365|But not a word would she say. 1365|For all the fishing-troughs rang dim, 1365|And gray the fishermen went, 1365|And not a sound from out the wood could stir, 1365|For the old river's whispering deep; 1365|And Ruth's eyes slept in her heart, and naught 1365|Could make them more at all afraid. 1365|For, oh, the dear little girl Ruth! 1365|It is a lovely thing to dream; 1365|But nothing so enchanting as, when she dreams, 1365|To share her dreams with another, when they dream 1365|Of her own mother and of herself. 1365|Then her little face grew white as snow, 1365|And red the red of death, at last, alas! 1365|And one red drop from her eye, like lightning, fell, 1365|And in her soul the dreadful tidings fell, 1365|That her mother, ======================================== SAMPLE 35030 ======================================== 1304|And with him all the joys of earth. 1304|Thou wast a messenger to me, 1304|A messenger of love and truth, 1304|A messenger of the sacred fire, 1304|As are the eyes of a nun sent out to 1304|An innocent peasant girl to tell 1304|Her heart with worship and pity: 1304|Now thy truth, then my love, 1304|Have reached me, and I would be gay, 1304|In joy, with thee to-day 1304|Sings a lark among the cherry-trees: 1304|The leaves make music, and strings of bees 1304|In unison hang squeaking, 1304|Singing a joyous thing, till death 1304|Enshrines them with an angel-song. 1304|And then the heart, 1304|The heart of a heart, at heart's desire, 1304|Pipes, and is heard in concert, 1304|With the voice of beauty, and chaste desire, 1304|The voice of desire, and the heart of a song. 1304|Sing, O my soul, of love that is pure, 1304|Pure as the morning, and the noon-- 1304|Of passion still increasing, increasing, 1304|Yet all the while renewing 1304|The same unresting ardour, 1304|Renouncing the things of this world for heaven. 1304|Sing, O my soul, of love that is deep, 1304|Deep as the blue, the green, the o'ercast 1304|Sky, and the shadows that pass 1304|In and out among the branches 1304|Of the pensive anemone 1304|Flower of June, and fragrance and light 1304|Distilling itself in the air 1304|Like the wind through a lily of June! 1304|Sing, O my soul, of love that is free: 1304|Passionate, and light, and strong, 1304|Like the first finger of morning 1304|Casting into the morning 1304|The stars asunder--and the blue 1304|That wraps the land in its shade! 1304|O my soul, add to these sentiments 1304|Not of this world; nor yet a trifle 1304|From these extremities of death, 1304|To this poor world of ours less dear, 1304|And set them in something more divine! 1304|WHEN he lies low to die, 1304|Suns show their burning ghost, 1304|In the cloudy deep below, 1304|Where the mists of night are thick: 1304|Then he sees in death's arms 1304|Death's face, and in his arms 1304|Ships and trees and mountains, 1304|And the river with sleep 1304|Around him. 1304|WHEN he goes to his peaceful bed, 1304|Then I listen to his dream, 1304|That in his own soft fires 1304|Soothes me and keeps me warm; 1304|Then he thinks on me, and then 1304|Says a little prayer for me. 1304|FADE out! the lights fail! 1304|We climb up on the roof, 1304|Fade through the window to the sea, 1304|And kiss and part, 1304|As the clocks strike midnight. 1304|AFTER the evening prayer, 1304|Our talk at the window, 1304|The candles pale in thatch, 1304|The hearth all white, 1304|The mother at the door, 1304|The children sleeping sound, 1304|The lamp still burning, 1304|The night wind sighing: 1304|'Tis pity they can't come! 1304|'Tis pity they can't come 1304|To the dear little ones 1304|Who lie sleeping by the way 1304|There's a bird at my window, 1304|The same one at the other, 1304|The same one overhead; 1304|The same one at my heart 1304|That waits and cooes and sings, 1304|The same one at my feet; 1304|There's a joy in the daffodil 1304|As in the daffodil, 1304|And a beauty in violet-beds, 1304|And a sweetness in roses ======================================== SAMPLE 35040 ======================================== 42041|Sailing, soaring, 42041|Panting, 42041|Paying, 42041|Diving, 42041|Sparkling, 42041|Gathering. 42041|And the wind goes blowing 42041|From the deep blue West, 42041|Caps a rosy smile 42041|On the hillside grey 42041|Where the sea is low 42041|Wind and sun. 42041|The blue dawn breaks on the sea; 42041|The morning tide lifts white 42041|In the bay where we glide away; 42041|And my soul's alive with the cry 42041|"Give us a ship to-day!" 42041|A thousand years we've loved the sea: 42041|Mild against the grey sea-wall, 42041|We've seen, we've marvelled at all the wonders of the sea. 42041|We've sailed upon its endless tides; 42041|We've drunk beneath its silent skies; 42041|We've climbed in storms of foam to the mountain-tops of Fame. 42041|But now before our vision falls 42041|Deep in a sea of darkness lies 42041|The far, blue land that we dreamed of, 42041|A dream of beauty, and despair. 42041|And then with a mad rush of glee 42041|Our souls are back upon the shore 42041|Where endless beauty smiles, 42041|And where the waves no more drown 42041|Our souls in darkness and despair. 42041|Then down the winds that blow 42041|In the grey twilight cold, 42041|In the moonless night, 42041|We watch a great white moon 42041|Set in a silver sky. 42041|We see the white sails rise: 42041|We hear the loud joy of the mariners; 42041|And all our hearts are alive 42041|With the wild, strange song of the mariner. 42041|"The sea is white; 42041|The sea is white; the sea is white," 42041|The mariners sang in their rough native speech; 42041|"What shall we seek in the far, blue outer air? 42041|What shall we seek in the far, blue outer air?" 42041|"We'll seek some lost soul; 42041|We'll seek some lost soul; we'll seek some lost soul"; 42041|"In the land of Death and of Deceit 42041|We have no need, 42041|We have no need, 42041|Of its pity we have no need"; 42041|"God and His Angels are happy in the blue outer air." 42041|It is a long time since I wrote: 42041|But I felt the years I wished to stay 42041|Was not long; 42041|For long since I wrote, in the land of Time, 42041|The years I lived were free; 42041|And the years I died, were free. 42041|But a hundred years, in the land of Doubt, 42041|To a hundred lies I had to sell 42041|For an hour's breath, 42041|For a breath of hope, 42041|For a breath of Love to make Death sweet. 42041|All through the dawn 42041|Dawn and a wide, wild sea, 42041|The wind's wild laugh and a sound of the deep 42041|Rolling. 42041|And the dawn and the sea and the wind and the bright 42041|A sound of the deep; 42041|And a wide, wide mouth of dawn, 42041|Where dreams are not; and white sails on the wave 42041|Sail, sails away. 42041|And through the world 42041|And the night, all the years, away, 42041|I've sung and I've sung 42041|All the years, till the time hath come; 42041|And I think that I, when I'm old, and all my race 42041|Have come out of the dark that is the grave 42041|With immortality, I shall not weep, 42041|Nor ever shall know a sorrow or despair, 42041|Nor ever shall sigh-- 42041|I shall not know, 42041|I shall not know. 42041|_I know the ways that I go, the ways I will remember,_ 42041|_I know the heart of the land, the people and the ======================================== SAMPLE 35050 ======================================== 34762|The "Rapture of the Land," which gives all 34762|A high and spiritual significance. 34762|This is not a description of the most liberal, 34762|Most liberal race of men, the people we meet 34762|Here today, as if their character did not need 34762|This kind of explanation as representing 'em. 34762|I do not mean to say this "Rapture" is of great oratorical genius, 34762|But the idea that it is so, from the description, appears to me 34762|To have been born at once in the first, the "Rough Anakim," 34762|And, later on, in the later, more liberal, 34762|A race whose action was driven by an instinct of profit. 34762|I must not venture to say there never were such races, 34762|Or such men of the "Rough Anakim"--yet if the more liberal 34762|race, the purer and more humane, cannot be admitted among them, 34762|I cannot but conceive the "Rapture" as the 'last' race being all 34762|the other as being of the "Rough Anakim." 34762|The "Rapture," as its name implies, was something more or less 34762|than that the "Ragtime" of the North would be anything but 34762|'Tis the same sort of thing as when we see the "Ragin' Indians," 34762|It is something more than that of "Somewh'old" or "Southund's" songs, 34762|'Tis the same kind of thing as when we see the "Ragin' Indians," 34762|And it is some other sort of thing than when we see the "Racket Indians 34762|The same sort of thing as when we see the "Ragin' Indians," 34762|And it is some other sort of thing than when we see the "Ragtime Indians 34762|The "Rapture" stands for the "Ragtime race," and I shall not say 34762|More or less than the "Ragin' Indians" and the "Racket Indians." 34762|For the "Rapture" stands for this 'cause, and it is something I can 34762|I shall not say more or less: 'tis the same sort of 'cause as 34762|The "Rapture" means more to me than it does to the "Ragin' Indians," 34762|"The Rapture" means something more than this 'cause I have never 34762|And he says the whole of the people of "Racket" are more 34762|like the 'Racket Indians" in no point of view than are the 34762|'Rapture' men, and the "Rugged Indians," and the "Racket Indians." 34762|One thing alone, 'tis this "Rapture" means to-day, 34762|'Cause 'twas "used," so the people were most like to use it, 34762|And it is the cause with all the other "Raptures," that this 34762|descriptive "Rapture" is as good in its way as the songs of the 34762|That a man like my brother W. L. is not more greatly pleased with my 34762|"Rapture" means to me more than once, I know--I know it, 34762|And the better for all the rest. 34762|To the same I can do no more--to-night I lie here, 34762|With a feeling of being all a-moaning and crying 34762|To heaven, and to us on high. The white stars are so wan, 34762|The moon looks so gray, that there is no moon--for me! 34762|I'm a-muming of myself, and hoping for more from heaven; 34762|And the more I am praying, 34762|And praying, praying my heart with other prayers, 34762|The more I am doomed to lose from some heaven-sent boon, 34762|I think I'm coming ever nearer it yet, 34762|And it is the cause of me to a-muttering and crying. 34762|You see it's the same with all 34762|These men, except me; 34762|I'm the cause of all their misery: 34762|"I wish I were as some of the old folks say 34762|"Have seen many long ways, but ha ======================================== SAMPLE 35060 ======================================== 5184|Took an old, broken log-peneer 5184|From the fire-place, and seated it 5184|On the log-fire's side opposite; 5184|Spake these words to Pohyola's 5184|First-born daughter, Youkahainen: 5184|"Whose desire wouldst thou be asking 5184|For a bridegroom's garment, Youkahainen?" 5184|Spake the hostess of Pohyola: 5184|"O my daughter, child beloved, 5184|If thou shouldst ever want a spouse, 5184|Take this gown from off my knee, 5184|Make the hem the brightest in Juutas; 5184|Wear it, that it stand securely 5184|In thy tender cheek's fair region, 5184|In thy throat another fairest, 5184|Make the rims with golden equestrian 5184|Rounds adorn another fairest; 5184|That no envy thy life may yawning 5184|In thy life as in thine o'ercoming. 5184|Hast thou now desired the house of Lapland, 5184|Wanton there ever day and night? 5184|Come, then, and try thy marriage with him, 5184|Hither bring thy fairest dame with you. 5184|What if her father scorn thee coming, 5184|Scold thee, taunt thee, too, thy kindred, 5184|Say that I am not worthy worthy? 5184|Come, and thou shalt find a suitor, 5184|Speak these words to Wainamoinen: 5184|"O, thou worthy fellow, Wainamoinen, 5184|Send me now thy lovely daughter, 5184|That I may be thy bridegroom, 5184|For the feasting of thy people." 5184|Thereupon young Wainamoinen 5184|Made this answer to his suitor: 5184|"If thou wilt have a prize as great 5184|As the sun, or greater even, 5184|Come, then, and try thy worth in marriage, 5184|Hither bring thy fairest daughter, 5184|That I may be thee' betrothed, 5184|For the marriage-feast of thy people." 5184|Thereupon the youthful minstrel 5184|Took his seat in wise Wainamoinen's 5184|And began his hapless nuptials; 5184|And the bride-sparrow took her stander, 5184|Sipped the draught well pleased and satisfied, 5184|Limp'd the goblet 'round the banquet-table; 5184|But the drink was not fortified 5184|With the warmth of love and longing 5184|From the goblet of its mother. 5184|In the fire arose a platter, 5184|From the fire-crack came a speck, 5184|From the hard, white iron beaker, 5184|And the charge he put before them: 5184|"Three loaves of bread and butter, 5184|Take these loaves of great value, 5184|Three barley loaves from Northland, 5184|And a spoon of honeyed liquor." 5184|All the bread was of the finest, 5184|All the butter buttered with fine sea-gin; 5184|All the liquor, honeyed and fermented 5184|In the urn of their household tap-room. 5184|Wainamoinen, wise and ancient, 5184|Heavy-hearted spake as follows: 5184|"'Tis the measure of a happy fate!" 5184|All the maidens gave this answer: 5184|"Yes, it is a happy fortune, 5184|Happy all our youthful heroes, 5184|That they drink the purest of honey, 5184|That they eat the best of food-grains, 5184|For a joyous life and revel; 5184|Few to pay we should not care for, 5184|Few to give we should not regret. 5184|"When the time shall be, a singer, 5184|As a minstrel strengthen with magic, 5184|Let us sing a merry measure, 5184|Sing a song that charms the audience; 5184|Sing that all the maidens will echo, 5184|Call the stars to witness it ======================================== SAMPLE 35070 ======================================== 29993|The white and holy dove, 29993|The child of love and hope, 29993|The star, O Love, above 29993|The moon at evening clear. 29993|O Love, on that sweet face look thou still, 29993|To which my heart would look for ever; 29993|My heart, my sweetheart, thy kind eyes 29993|To me now only seem to be. 29993|Oh, do not make me think 29993|That I must now forsake 29993|The bright light of thy eyes, 29993|That I may see thy beauty no more; 29993|That I must die of sorrow; 29993|It is too sweet a sorrow, 29993|Too full of sadness, to die 29993|On the day before Easter, 29993|With the bright sun above me, 29993|With the holy light beside. 29993|Let me lie still and let the darkness close, 29993|Like a silent room, and thy love still not see, 29993|O sweetheart, near me in the silent house. 29993|I am lonely in a world of sound, 29993|A world of the world without thee, 29993|Where the rush of crowds on city-tops 29993|Is the rush of passing thoughts of thee. 29993|O Love, I would be near thee; 29993|In this bleak city, with this grey air, 29993|I would be near thee: for, in this town, 29993|There is nothing that can ever kill, 29993|Nothing that can offend, no love, no sin, 29993|No sorrow, no bright life, no hope, no prayer. 29993|O Love, my dear, my fair little dove, 29993|O Love, if I were dead. 29993|Ah, can it be that I, who seem 29993|To love thee so, who used to pray 29993|To thee, my God, with so much of love 29993|That thou wouldst be afar off, far off, 29993|Even to my heart as a spark of light, 29993|And go to all they ask of me, 29993|And be as one whose long absence leads 29993|The world, with one small last look, to ask 29993|If I but once had learned to come 29993|To ask for what his heart and mine 29993|Have ever prayed, and always learned from 29993|Me to ask, and even yield--they may 29993|Pray for thee as they ask for thee; 29993|But I am more than they--I love thee 29993|More than they, and more than I--for thou 29993|Art but a little thing indeed; 29993|Still in that little I can find, 29993|Still, loving, I myself have part 29993|Of every beauty thy face shows; 29993|The beauty in me that is, O Love, 29993|The beauty thy smile tells of, O Love, 29993|It is a perfect poetry of love; 29993|Thy face speaks more than thy smile knows, 29993|Thy voice than thy sigh ever heard. 29993|O Love, I have loved thee so, 29993|My heart from out my lips has swelled, 29993|And to my feet I must go, and I, 29993|O Love, must sing in a great way. 29993|I love thy sweet eyes and white, white face, 29993|Thy lightness of white body and sweet, 29993|But the joy of my life is to be 29993|In thy sweet heart, O Love, with thee. 29993|O Love, I am glad to be 29993|An equal with thy self to-day; 29993|To know that I am loved by thee 29993|For what so little is worth, though in 29993|The sweetest things love dwells with us, is 29993|For all the love of our hearts to be 29993|My great joy in being a part 29993|Of thy great heart and great delight 29993|In being the one in all the rest, 29993|O Love, to be the one in all the rest-- 29993|And to be loved for all the rest, not 29993|One of the myriad parts in the whole. 29993|Ah, Love, if I were not so young, 29993|A-wandering as ======================================== SAMPLE 35080 ======================================== 3698|The fable of the bee, for which is founded 3698|All history, and is said to have been formed 3698|By the winged race from them, I see now, 3698|In other regions, far from the place 3698|Whence from them sprung the tale of Circe. 3698|He speaks in accents of a sudden new, 3698|Bearing the trace of that foreign air 3698|Whose dazling influence fills with stress 3698|And vigour his unsteady speech. The mind 3698|Seems shaken with a tempest, and the touch 3698|Of his sharp voice is on the mind's control. 3698|A sudden tumult--the sea runs through 3698|Its channels, and the storm of tide is there, 3698|With the wild waves in tumult hurl'd; and whirls 3698|The black and bulwark'd whirlpools overhead 3698|And over the rock-hewn coast. The people 3698|Are driven, overwhelmed, over the verge 3698|Of the great quaking, and are swept along 3698|Towards the main land. Then, for a while, 3698|In quiet they stand, and some they find 3698|Who watch the whirlpools and their outlet, 3698|And, with their wands, attempt to hurl 3698|From the great rock a passage of escape, 3698|But vain is all their art. They all are lost, 3698|Or, at the least, their whirlpools' force is spent, 3698|And they with life-force struggle no more. 3698|The next, which I behold, in which the swarm 3698|Of birds and insects so pervades the cave, 3698|That each can feel its influence on his blood 3698|And brain, is that within, whence of a sudden 3698|The voice is heard of the great monster, 3698|God, to whose will, for his eternal sake, 3698|Each thing obeys. The sun in the noon of noon, 3698|The moon above the calm water-stage, 3698|The stars, in heaven; the stars, whose course can 3698|In some measure be shortened by his bolt; 3698|The clouds that gather round the northern wall 3698|Of the low-hung sun, and can abate 3698|His fierce attack, can do this, and more; 3698|The wind that blows from southward is restrained 3698|By that strong influence, and turns aside 3698|His way, nor ventures through the dark air 3698|Unto the north. Nor does he so abrogate 3698|His passage round the circle of the sun, 3698|Or traverse the earth, by day or night, 3698|Or in the morn or at nightfall. But when 3698|The day is done and mankind are tired, 3698|Then does the tyrant pass his dark retreat. 3698|And still more dreadful is the scene that waits 3698|Upon the conqueror when the day is done. 3698|We have in these chapters seen, in very truth, 3698|The awful monster of the dreadful sun 3698|Dramatically portrayed. At its full extent, 3698|It is a great sun of violent attack, 3698|And destructive fury. The great lord of the place, 3698|Him who impels the storm to start at night, 3698|Is not the man we have encountered; but he 3698|Is a man who, though he has dominion 3698|Over the sea, and heaven, and all that's fair, 3698|Is by nature fierce. A lion, who feels 3698|No pity for the oppressed, and no lack, 3698|In his own den is ever ever at arms, 3698|And at others' danger is a fiend indeed. 3698|He is the fiend who can devour the earth 3698|And skies. But all the rest, the dragon-head 3698|Of what we shall term, the sun, the moon, even 3698|The moon herself, with her own influence, 3698|Are held obedient to his violent will 3698|More than to man. The sun, and the moon, 3698|And the great lord of the climes, that, when loosed, 3698|At night ======================================== SAMPLE 35090 ======================================== 1279|Auld wives' loves, the tender vows 1279|Ye paid me in our midnight spleen. 1279|For life and love, why, life itself 1279|To me seemed but a distant goal! 1279|I craved the joys that Life to give, 1279|And, if still on my heart were set, 1279|I wish the wind would shift the sail, 1279|And bid the waters west depart. 1279|The world is growing gray, altho' 1279|It should be green o'er all the ground. 1279|But when the dawn of life's decay 1279|Stains the clear morning sky, 1279|'Tis time to change the world anew;-- 1279|And so I will. 1279|O let me hear what noble thoughts 1279|Our wise ones use; 1279|O Lord, be thou my guide and guide! 1279|Thou who didst with us unite, 1279|O lead me thou! 1279|While yet the stars appear in sight, 1279|And wintry snows are falling slow, 1279|In the thick mists of winter-time, 1279|In the frosty fields of yore, 1279|In yon deep glen, 1279|Of primal gloom 1279|And flower of beauty! 1279|She walketh pale, and pale it seems to me; 1279|And her eye, in shade by fountains made, 1279|Seems like a languorous rose 1279|By sunny summer-tinted springs conveyed. 1279|The leaves upon them lie a dusky sheen, 1279|Upon the glades they softly lie: 1279|Her eyes like stars our spirits guide are 1279|Our spirits guide while life on earth doth stand. 1279|We feel the keenness of life's changing hour; 1279|The heart is a chill; 1279|We are not what we were, 1279|We see not, why, 1279|Yet what we are we know not, how, 1279|A deep and darken'd pool at times I feel, 1279|I feel, and feel, like in dark hours of night. 1279|O, let me hear what she saith! 1279|Like to what are we, 1279|The simple sheep, the lowly flock? 1279|Oh, let me feel that she is true! 1279|The sheepfold's joy and pride I feel; 1279|The sheep-boy's strain and strain delight me most; 1279|The shepherd's pipe is best relief 1279|To what is, or can, be 1279|For those I love. 1279|Or sing, sweet bird, sing on, sing on 1279|To what thy sweet may range; 1279|Thy voice, though scarce of earth vers'd, yet dear and sweet 1279|To what thou lovest I hear: 1279|Thy pipe though none to pipe for thee I hear, 1279|The pipe of little worth. 1279|O let my soul thy speech receive, &e 1279|In sweet encreasantment say 1279|How good thy name, and how pure art thou, 1279|How gracious, how divine! 1279|Thou blest image of eternal life, 1279|That liveth here, and reign'st in thee! 1279|To thee, like heaven's own light, the night has given 1279|Her only woe, and sigh'd for thee. 1279|The night, whose clouds unheeded frown, 1279|O'er yon deep, dark, dreary plains; 1279|Whose sable mantle hides the sun; 1279|With half the world's estate 1279|Lies hid, in darkness, far from human kind; 1279|A sable sheet, around which roll the waves 1279|Of Indolence, and Pleasure's flow; 1279|Whose purple tints are painted o'er with storms 1279|Of restless Dissolution, 1279|Who, by the laws of Fate's corrupting power, 1279|Degenerate, proceed slowly, 1279|But like a tree, whose boughs, by stormy grutes, 1279|And shifting shades, are tottering left and right, 1279|Still it shall grow, and thrive ======================================== SAMPLE 35100 ======================================== 8187|As if they both had died in their last throes-- 8187|Who knows! 'twere _some_ thing indeed!-- 8187|But this, to speak frankly, I've no power 8187|To say, though quite _entirely_ blind as I was, 8187|Nor free from human frailty and gloom as I _am_;-- 8187|In short, it's a sad and dreary life; 8187|And the worst is--I sometimes wish I was dead, 8187|Or nearly dead,--that so much life might 8187|Be handed to me in this "new-world time," 8187|As I look back upon it, since my decease. 8187|Thus, now, let us hear no more of his wailings, 8187|The tears like melting streams falling to earth, 8187|For years, like tears of a summer night, 8187|Have fallen, have ebbed away, 8187|And in years to come will fall again;-- 8187|Till even the old faith in man's omnipotence, 8187|And in God's supreme will--which _must_ be true, 8187|And must be true, lest _he_, the Day-God, whom we _believed_, 8187|Come to subdue us, should we ever wish to know it, 8187|Must be sure--no doubt!--no doubt, 8187|That our Creator, who rules _us_, 8187|Can _not alter_ his plan, 8187|Or leave one ripple, one dimmer gleam 8187|Of human bliss or woe, 8187|Of mercy or of mercy's woes, 8187|While human spirits _shall_ be 8187|To him who made them all--_us_! 8187|Though he might curse like a man, 8187|And his heart seem all woe, 8187|When he might worship as he would 8187|As he might, as he might, 8187|But now he frowns and laughs as he hears 8187|These withering voices cry, 8187|"Let us look the other way, 8187|For you,--you are God to us, 8187|And can do no more wrong." 8187|Yet, as we look the other way, 8187|As we look the other way 8187|Here is a tale which in a moment would be, 8187|But, as it is, I must finish it to-night;-- 8187|An old and bitter story, that hath its root 8187|In a story, that grew from the heart of a man, 8187|Who was moved to madness, on one night so deep, 8187|That of all things at that lonely hour he deemed, 8187|The stars and moon were near to him, 8187|When a spirit of mist at his door stood, 8187|As of one that, fainting in the night, 8187|From the devil's dungeon, or pit, had sought 8187|Shelter from the terror they throw 8187|So temp'rate and dark around; 8187|And that in his ear the wild note 8187|Of the goblin, in wilder guile, 8187|Rose, with such a spirit-flaw, at his voice; 8187|And thus the man, and the spirit, were wrought. 8187|Oh well, I think, that I must. 8187|Yes, yes, this tale is told, 8187|As I have heard it said, 8187|In a vision (familiarly to those 8187|That know the dark half-favored past)-- 8187|The vision of that sweet, lonely night, 8187|When in one night of wild emotion, I heard 8187|My little children, like stars above me 8187|Shed into the stilly night such pure benignant beams;-- 8187|Their thoughts, too, as bright and of the soul, 8187|As ever shines along that vista delectable. 8187|Oh well, I think, my little ones, 8187|Thou are too bright for earth's low-born dreams! 8187|I could find none finer, or purer, than thine, 8187|In such a life as shines by this lonely way, 8187|Where nothing is vain, or far from wild, 8187|And life ======================================== SAMPLE 35110 ======================================== 38520|On the way to the town, who, having seen 38520|His name in the paper, he could not forget, 38520|And thought it prudent and good to keep; 38520|And with this, his patience got him where the 38520|Winding road, descending, ended, and 38520|The river's edge at length he spies. 38520|But first, before the hill-side he could see, 38520|And thinking about it, now young John 38520|He did not see yet, and thus he spake; 38520|"God save you, sir! you're the happiest man 38520|That ever you saw;' and he was speaking 38520|Of a certain man he'd heard so beaming 38520|That all the people of the village, 38520|To the edge of the stream, would take his part, 38520|And bid him come to town, and prove your man. 38520|"He's a good, good friend," he said, "and a kind, 38520|And a good-hearted man, and if you'll lend 38520|Thee some half-penny, he'll go with you there, 38520|And let you out of your cold bed together." 38520|"Thank you," cried the boy; then, as it chanced, 38520|His pence were not in his pocket; and he 38520|Could not get near the bank before her, 38520|For which, for good measure and a friendly grace, 38520|He took her hand, and gave a half-penny; 38520|Wrought thus, by and by, for halfpennies' sake. 38520|'Twas but an instant's absence to her wound; 38520|But 'twas long enough to tell her heart, 38520|That the poor little lady (who had died 38520|In the year's most sad month of winter) 38520|Was still not at her wintry chair to dwell. 38520|Thus they talked; and her brother drew the veil 38520|Of his own papers to divide her soul 38520|With his friend, and her sorrows to assuage; 38520|To him it was a comfortless dilemma, 38520|Which he but hinted; 'twas like questioning 38520|"Is your fortune the cause of your woes, 38520|And is not nature's cycles going round?" 38520|"Yes," said John, "and I would not have it so. 38520|But I 'm grown very happy, being here, 38520|To where my benefactor dwells, and sees 38520|Our goods and cattle growing, and their crops 38520|Haunting the pasture where the cattle live." 38520|"But you're young," said Lucy, "and I think you 38520|No more from the world than I from the water 38520|That has made me so wretched; and there's many 38520|Are as is mine; all life is misery: 38520|If you are not satisfied you need never 38520|Try vain endeavour to break the chain; 38520|Then you 'd best be sorry for your pains, John; 38520|I 've nothing to complain of--that or worse,"-- 38520|Exclaimed the boy, "and nothing to fear 38520|In what my brother willed his children to know. 38520|"I 've no business to be so muddled; no, 38520|No more at least with any thinking mind 38520|To vex itself; a mind that can be dull, 38520|Without one cause to suspect that dullness 38520|Is something too fair for a man to wield, 38520|And too divine to give a soul to. I 'll have 38520|No care about my thoughts. I know my mind, 38520|And what is good sense for, and what is good, 38520|And what in this world I wish to think upon: 38520|Sure, when a child, the first thing I wish to think 38520|Was, I should be a poet; but I'm not so; 38520|I 've nothing to say, and neither to believe; 38520|And so, I 'm going on in silence for once, 38520|A little, as I fear, if I make out _how_, 38520|And then I 'll begin to think of dying." 38520|The doctor listened, with the highest reverence ======================================== SAMPLE 35120 ======================================== 3023|The air was thick with sound. 3023|To my ears the music ran, 3023|And the words came dimly by. 3023|'Oh, be it mine with grace or pain,' 3023|My wife said softly. 3023|'My life!' I said. 3023|My eyes were filled with tears. 3023|My fingers, trembling, shook. 3023|I clasped her waist; 3023|I shook my heart in hers. 3023|How I loved her! And I did so! 3023|I loved her well! 3023|I held her sweet, 3023|My hand in hers; and then 3023|Our eyes turned ever to each other. 3023|There is only grief, and so I found 3023|A heart-wrenching grief. 3023|The poor beggar, who is not his father, 3023|A father's son, in the marriage bed, 3023|Must suffer at the family altar. 3023|'Tis his, though the marriage bed be not his, 3023|From the family altar, in church, 3023|A father's son, who is not his father, 3023|Now let him stand in the presence of heaven! 3023|To me that is a grief, and my soul must ache. 3023|A grief! What has 't been, alas! to thee? 3023|Who would not suffer that his son should be, 3023|His brother's child, the child, that he might be? 3023|I was no father; 3023|For my first were my sons, but these are no more. 3023|'I have no sons, my father; 3023|I have no sons at all! 3023|It were a grievous thing for me to suffer! 3023|'And yet, methinks, I may be content, 3023|To see my sons, I see 3023|To their first, their only purpose, true! 3023|To them, when age has come and grown ingrate. 3023|Then let them make an end! 3023|'Now, if my sons have no wives, then they 3023|Must have all, and I have naught, 3023|Not for myself, but for the rest this whole 3023|Are mine--and I for them--of all the world! 3023|Their lot is the lowest, and, alas! my lot 3023|Is the heaviest. 3023|'If, after all, none should seek at all for me, 3023|To make a tale of me, 3023|Let my sons be at all for whom they will, 3023|My heart is as strong as their own, not weak. 3023|The house, so long with one purpose filled, 3023|Must in one substance stand. 3023|'And now that one, who once did so enjoin, 3023|His servants can obey, 3023|I will not fail, but will remain the same, 3023|And I can give alms, and all the help, 3023|And they can give, and I give none.' 3023|Then I again began to weep. 3023|'But who and what are they whom thou dost mean?' 3023|At last I said, 'My sons; their name is I; 3023|In what I will, and in what will I crave. 3023|But how and where the house, their dwelling-place,-- 3023|Are they? In your most desolate country-side, 3023|That they may be of me a witness stand? 3023|'What is theirs? 3023|But that this question still may rest; 't is I, 3023|Who, if I loved them, could not say. 3023|'But how, and whence, and with what object blest?' 3023|My dear father cried. 3023|Then we again began to weep. 3023|'Alas! to me, in that most miserable house, 3023|Their very life is mine; 3023|And for those whom I might have loved once too,-- 3023|I still can love them still. 3023|'So that if any came to want their love, 3023|To my house 'mid bitter care, 3023|He 'd find still my heart had not been there, 3023|The home of true delights. ======================================== SAMPLE 35130 ======================================== 25153|For the sake of the maiden, 25153|And for the sake of the peasant, 25153|For the glory of the people! 25153|The master's feet were planted 25153|In the ground, and he was seated, 25153|And with him the bride's, and, with them, 25153|The merry maidens, 25153|And the children and the hunters, 25153|With their mother, also, 25153|And their sister as the concubine! 25153|The house was filled with music; 25153|The dancing was more lightness, 25153|Which occurred to us frivolity. 25153|She took to her lover; 25153|The maiden went her way, 25153|In a manner I cannot understand. 25153|I am troubled at being 25153|So presumptuous as to present 25153|This description of what may have happened 25153|To one not present at the event. 25153|Not as the sun rises in the West 25153|Are the eyes of these fair young people; 25153|Not as the wind rises in the East 25153|Are the eyes of the maids of New York. 25153|For the sake of their father's job 25153|Is the maiden, in her maiden mood, 25153|Watching the sunset, and the wind; 25153|With her hands and her eyes and her feet 25153|She is keeping these fair young people awake! 25153|The midnight sky is pallid gray, 25153|And a distant thunder is loud; 25153|And no one can hear the train 25153|Go, or the train that is coming. 25153|But the maiden, by the window, 25153|Sees the starry flag awhile, 25153|Hears the music of the train 25153|And the music of the train-station! 25153|How she sighs! How she moans! 25153|She has never known a change 25153|In the face of the world, since her birth. 25153|And the children, who are sleeping, 25153|See the train and the train-station 25153|Red with fire, and the stars 25153|And the rain, and the sunset, 25153|Red, and white, and blue, and yellow! 25153|A merry Christmas to all, 25153|And may a peaceful end be 25153|With kind and generous greetings! 25153|If you would know the secrets of Christmas, 25153|If you would see all the great feasts, 25153|Put on by the friends of Christmas, 25153|Go to the cathedral, where 25153|The sacred organs play, 25153|And the great organ-melodies 25153|Are of love and joy and gladness. 25153|And the organ-generous friend 25153|Lives in the organ-songs; 25153|And the joyous Christmas revels, 25153|Bowing, in fervent reverence, 25153|Down deep in long prayers and vows, 25153|In silence, from days of old, 25153|To their everlasting birth. 25153|Thus you will know that Christmas 25153|Began with an angel's birth; 25153|And that the angels knew it too, 25153|Knowing the hidden cause of birth 25153|And the great purpose that gave it 25153|Its first divine end in Eden. 25153|And when the angels died, the birth 25153|Of Christ was also born in them; 25153|And the birth was also free; 25153|For the angel Gabriel was born 25153|In his angel-guise too, 25153|In the spirit in which the Christ 25153|Was born of the woman He knew, 25153|In Mary's innocence. 25153|So you will understand, 25153|For you have been born indeed! 25153|And on Christmas-eve, when darkness 25153|Shall be broken by the dawn, 25153|Then you too, on Christmas-eve, 25153|By the light of the moonlit sea, 25153|Shall be born in your mother's arms 25153|In the spirit of joy! 25153|And our hearts will rejoice 25153|As we lift up our heads to pray the roods of the heavens over your 25153|home, in the land of the singing of birds, 25153| ======================================== SAMPLE 35140 ======================================== 21016|To be the slave of thy great love, 21016|That would be mine when I am old. 21016|Let me die like one in love's embrace, 21016|Of a good grace to thy dear face,-- 21016|Loved, as I am loved as I must be 21016|When I am old and no longer young; 21016|For love, when lovers die, do they die young? 21016|I, that should love thee, shall love none 21016|But change, as suns do, in their renewing; 21016|But I shall change to other love, 21016|And of such change thou wilt ever be; 21016|Till, passing age being o'er this, old age 21016|Changing to youth, I shall, too, live for thee. 21016|Thee all my life shalt thou behold 21016|Stretched upon a couch of blood, 21016|With the red light of burning eyes 21016|Glaring upon thee from afar? 21016|Or shall I see thee in some basket, 21016|By thy side a foaming child 21016|Grown up like me, in childish fears, 21016|A little thing, but full of fire? 21016|Or like some maiden, to whom I may 21016|Singing at night with a sweet smile, 21016|Shall watch in the dark of the pavilion, 21016|And say, "Alas! thy days are done"? 21016|Or shall I see her with an oath,-- 21016|Thou gav'st thyself for mine to do 21016|The work that thou hadst bin besought of 21016|To do--in suffering and tears? 21016|Or shalt thou say, instead of rest, 21016|For which thou hast been sent here, 21016|For thee to bear a slow and long 21016|And heavy penalty, 21016|While the long line of misery 21016|Is ever before thee and behind? 21016|Nay, I will die ere I see her, 21016|Ere we twain be numbered, or till; 21016|For the long, long sufferance that she must bear 21016|I would that my days were no more. 21016|Then, that her soul may rest thee not, 21016|I'll bear thy body to the grave; 21016|But, in my wild lamentings, sing 21016|A gurgling dirge unto that God, 21016|Who in thy suffering heard it all, 21016|And dotes upon the woe thou must go to die. 21016|"Away, away, to the wood!" the wren said. 21016|"And all my lovely fellows! go!" 21016|She waved his form about. All the leaves were full 21016|Of his bright plumage, with gold and purple mingled. 21016|She said, "There, there, to the wood! There, there, to the wood! 21016|"Oh, well! well done, my sweet brother, my sweet brother mine! 21016|Sweet as the sound of the calling of honeybees 21016|In the golden summer, his wings were golden bright. 21016|The wind blew out o'er the sands of the sea. The bird's nest 21016|Was broken into little pieces, and was spread 21016|On the ground, in the sunshine. The great wave 21016|Leapt over her, and fell upon her wing, 21016|And swept her away, to where the wild birds nestle. 21016|Oh, well done, my sweet brother, my sweet brother mine! 21016|"But if I did but look, I should see," 21016|The wind went out o'er the sands of the sea, 21016|"And then to my home I well might be pleased 21016|To hail thy dear cousin again, sweet brother!" 21016|So they came back to their nests, and they waited 21016|Until the Spring time came, again and again. 21016|I am the Bird in the Tree, 21016|My friends I am,--my birds and boughs,-- 21016|I feel in every bough the breeze, 21016|Answering their song. 21016|Oh, never a sad bird were the good old times 21016|When I had my nest in the tree! 21016|I heard the rills ======================================== SAMPLE 35150 ======================================== 17270|If you do not mind the little bit and care for nought at all 17270|_Lympha, i.e._ lymppo. 17270|Forgive me my dainty lady, if I used a softer rhyme 17270|Than this which I had used, but that I thought of how the public 17270|Would esteem me, if they did not find me eemlike a poet.] 17270|And if you think you love me yet, pray send me the bottle 17270|I shall not make you weep._] 17270|_Rhymees, to be short, they that do honour to their wives, 17270|Doe not come nay 17270|Of the same which I did write upon a bottle, 17270|Or singe of a bottle, at a fair, not with the name. 17270|But my name is not in vain, at that day 17270|I do take care 17270|Of both the wine and the place of this bottle, 17270|Which, I was ware of, I will tell you, 17270|In a bottle of wine, 17270|I will have it that when I have drunk of that bottle 17270|I will no more sing any song but of that bottle 17270|Whereof is that bottle; 17270|For in a good man's house 17270|It is fit in no man to bring wine, 17270|Therefor if I do sing it, 17270|I do it with a bottle, 17270|The noble lord of the house then drank 17270|Thither at this time, and being come a little space, 17270|He gan at the ladies to sing, and the knave of the house 17270|All they sang, but the one that was most excellent 17270|Sang the greatest of all their songs. 17270|Then was the house in such turmoil with mirth 17270|That of all the women there was none that had not a 17270|Luster of beauty there in her countenance, 17270|And good Lord I hope they all were so. 17270|Thus was the house in such tumult with mirth, 17270|When of the ladies there was none that had not a 17270|Measurement of joy in her look and her answer. 17270|And good Lord I hope they all were so. 17270|And yet this time they did not wait upon the green 17270|Like in the last summer season, when all were glad 17270|And ready to meet the Lord his Creator right; 17270|For the house was made ready ere April began. 17270|And there was many a dame and many a knight, 17270|Who did not fear to die: and there lay long and wee 17270|And then the knave of the house at his house abided 17270|In a room not of the street, and all the walls, 17270|As he was wont when the season was most fair. 17270|He was full of wine. 17270|And the dames do stand 17270|In the front of that house for to greet them on coming 17270|And all the lights do turn out, and the music cease, 17270|As you shall hear. 17270|As was the custom when that they were made 17270|Then to the house at once they went. 17270|He was not a merry man, nor yet a sad, 17270|But when he entered there he did the like: 17270|He had a bottle of wine in his right hand, 17270|That he would greet his lady in her house. 17270|O, joy of gladness and happiness of joys, 17270|What ails my heart? my heart is broken, 17270|And I feel my power's gone. 17270|O, let me know now what I am: a stranger 17270|And unknown in my own house. 17270|Then answer made she unto him: If the way be so easy and 17270|travelled it; and thus he answered: Well, so much more ease 17270|And comfort thy poor soul, as thou shalt then have done with the 17270|Away, then answered Lucretia, she that had been most comforted, 17270|I shall return, 17270|And go to bed with weeping all the night, so will I 17270|'Tis my will, for God have me, I will be happy as can be, ======================================== SAMPLE 35160 ======================================== A day of sun, a day of showers, 1365|A day of lightning, and my hair 1365|Was long as is a beaver's beard! 1365|In the midst of the wildest of storms! 1365|In the midst of the roar of the North-wind! 1365|I had forgotten my courage was gone, 1365|I had forgotten to strive. 1365|Here in this desert, among these rocks, 1365|Where there is neither tree nor fruit, 1365|This rock alone, is firm and strong, 1365|And will bear one through this wild journey. 1365|Yet, in my heart I still remember 1365|That I have courage here, 1365|And that I will strive on to the end, 1365|And will lift this rock at last. 1365|When the sun sank from the eastern sky, 1365|We set forth to the coming of the cold, 1365|And the white mists swept over the snow-clad mountains,-- 1365|Then I learned that the last of the mountain goats 1365|Was dead and in the grave, at the foot of the snow-clad mountains. 1365|On the last of his sheep, just as he passed, 1365|With his tail thrust forth, lay I with pitying mind. 1365|Then I learned, too late, the fatal truth, 1365|That, though my feet were strong and my hands were good, 1365|I was still left forlorn, in the midst of the sheep-fold, 1365|Where the grey wolves are! 1365|No more I can leave thee in thy dying days, 1365|Thou glorious light of my heart! 1365|Though the hills have forgotten thee, 1365|The birds forget thee; 1365|No more I can watch thee from my mother's arm, 1365|Thou light of my dream! 1365|But, through the valley of ages spread, 1365|Shall the old songs of childhood float, 1365|And the dreams of childhood still appear 1365|To me to-night? 1365|What is written on the rocks 1365|Is:--"Where now is hope or strength?" 1365|O'er the rocks, where now no trace remains 1365|Of man or forlorn and desolate, 1365|That death to me be shame? 1365|And is it that in time, 1365|As now is man, 1365|A longing for death to have been 1365|With some past life, that was our delight, 1365|Was ever felt? 1365|And, is it that in time, 1365|As now is man, 1365|A sorrow for all other cares 1365|Were ever cast, and then cast away? 1365|No, no, in our eyes! 1365|When the old days are dead, my friends, 1365|When the great days are past, 1365|Then shall my memory go into oblivion, 1365|And vanish away! 1365|A man shall be a man hereafter, 1365|Shall find his fair bride, 1365|And come to joy forever with his loved one, 1365|Nor ask for death. 1365|When men are old, death becomes them; 1365|And the last years of life, 1365|Wearing the shaded vesture of death, 1365|And the grey hood of death. 1365|Till there be no one left for him to honour, 1365|And earth and the things of death, 1365|As, at the morn, she stands behind the door 1365|Of the old church, with the flowers of the world, 1365|In the old churchyard by the grey sea-marge; 1365|And I shall remember the great days of the world, 1365|And the little dead men through the ages come! 1365|He was the first one to get up on time; 1365|The other ones were all taken by strife. 1365|"But I'm the first to get up, and the first to get to the store." 1365|He was the first to rise, and to run off with the maid; 1365|He was the first to get up, and to go with the parade. 1365|To fight on, and to conquer; to die, and to be slain; 1365|To be for ever in glory, ======================================== SAMPLE 35170 ======================================== 1852|In such a city, with such a people a man may live-- 1852|Though the soul of a countryman may, sometimes, suffer repose-- 1852|In a city where 'tis so well known how good men are at sport. 1852|Of a certain doctor a man may have had something to lose. 1852|Now, that the doctor, a mere surgeon in love with a lady, 1852|Had been killed in an automobile, and left a huge hole in his 1852|The man who had taken his place in that old group sat silent 1852|'Neath those dark oaks in the midst of that scene of despair; 1852|A man with a face that was fair, and a face that was bright 1852|Was looking, in those mournful eyes, from a vision of life. 1852|He must say something,--no one wished for conversation. 1852|He could not--for a long while--see clearly the meaning of him. 1852|"Is it this? Is it that? Ah, yes! It is everything! 1852|It is death. It is life! The earth is not yet deserted. 1852|It is love. It is death! One word more! One more word!" 1852|His friend frowned, and made answer: "Sir, you are mad." 1852|"Mad?" asked the man in the oak-tree. 1852|"Yes, mad! mad to a charm! mad with love, mad with life!" 1852|"Mad with love!" 1852|"No, no, with a passion! mad with a desire! 1852|Mad with death! mad with life! Mad with death, mad mad in love!" 1852|At that, the old man turned round at the door, and in a tone 1852|That was loud with distress, in a voice that was low and wan, 1852|A voice that he wished him were deaf, and to hear it no longer! 1852|He rose, leaving the door with its hinges ajar. 1852|'Twas the man with the face fair. 1852|"I am sick at heart," he began, 1852|As he passed through the crowd, with the dint in his face. 1852|He bowed low his gray head, and his voice declined in the sweep 1852|Of the voice of that music--a tune of music that is hushed. 1852|His friend bowed low his head, but he lingered a space, 1852|And he said: "I am sick at heart; but he 1852|Who stands here to-night, that I see in the doorway, to-night, 1852|Is an old man, and his spirit is stricken with fear." 1852|At this moment the man in the oak-tree was nowhere. 1852|He had walked to the corner of the street from the back of the church 1852|The night had been dark; 1852|The moon was not up: 1852|He had crossed the wold 1852|And ascended once more the hill; 1852|But the trees in the valley where they had parted, 1852|Are now all aflame with the light of the sun. 1852|He would have the youth to look at the wainscot again; 1852|But, when they were alone, 1852|He heard, and he said, 1852|That a storm had passed, 1852|And the sun had passed out: 1852|And the young man to his friend; 1852|He had heard, and he said, in moments like these, 1852|That the storm had passed, 1852|And the sun had passed out; 1852|And the youth to his friend. 1852|She felt the sigh of the wind 1852|That had paused at the door of the tree, 1852|And gone to the corner of the stile! 1852|Then she felt the moan of a life 1852|That had left its home by the way-- 1852|She would not return to it, nor seek it again. 1852|She was alone with her soul, and, the long time 1852|That she lay there, 1852|It had never been weary as it was now; 1852|For she, alone with it, 1852|Had been borne to the corner of the oak-tree. 1852|She rose: she turned 1852|Like a witch, when she heard the rain ======================================== SAMPLE 35180 ======================================== 24869|The holy men at Ráma’s side shall stand; 24869|With joy the men of Raghu’s line shall know. 24869|In Rámáyan’s sacred land, this hour, 24869|King Ráma shall his brother bring, 24869|From Sítá and her consort Sítá, 24869|And Raghu’s race, most holy sons, to see. 24869|With royal gifts so fair and great 24869|The lords the consorts high-descended meet. 24869|They take their various gifts, the gifts 24869|Which kings have shown the wondrous art to fashion,— 24869|Gold wreaths of blossoms fresh and bright, 24869|Barefooted boys to dance and sing, 24869|Gigantic forms that shake with song, 24869|Each wreath of blossoms to behold, 24869|And in a huge basket great is seen 24869|A bull that leaps and staggers flies. 24869|In Ráma’s hands shall Ráma bring, 24869|And all the lords of Raghu’s race, 24869|And Sítá to his arm shall run. 24869|Then with each gentle guest adored, 24869|The monarch in the chariot rides: 24869|And all the people in the throng, 24869|With reverent foot the streets entwine, 24869|Like children’s play whose steps invite. 24869|As Sítá to the chariot drew, 24869|King Ráma, in the monarch’s place, 24869|The holy boys to dancing went, 24869|And made the hosts a dance to grace. 24869|Then all around him, as he sat, 24869|Rose like a lotus tree, a sound 24869|Of soft light and music’s sound. 24869|And from the prince his brother eyed, 24869|And by each son the monarch eyed, 24869|And with the lord of man addressed: 24869|“O brother mine, where on thee, thou, 24869|Thy task to do a noble deed, 24869|Canst thou, my darling, the toil withstand 24869|Which these good youths with swiftness go, 24869|And watch o’er eager feet these games, 24869|This hour a feast of dancers play, 24869|For thy sweet sake, my dear?” 24869|Sole was the king who heard the speech, 24869|And thus that tender one addressed: 24869|“O brother, thy own task is this, 24869|And if thy task be high or low, 24869|Thou knowest what path I must pursue: 24869|Thy brother to the feast must go. 24869|But though he seek no further aid, 24869|Yet stay, and still attend to me. 24869|To thee I turn that duty due 24869|By whom good days are blest, 24869|Whose gentle mind and wise advice 24869|Are held in highest esteem. 24869|Go in the light of day, my child, 24869|Hence to fulfil that royal word, 24869|Thine own great duty unto thy lord, 24869|For none is more honoured than he. 24869|’Tis not thy will to stay, nor mine: 24869|For though I love thee, yet I go. 24869|So come; but quickly leave the town. 24869|To duteous care the chariot go, 24869|For, when those fair dances are o’er, 24869|The king’s approach shall visit thee. 24869|For me, the rites of sacrifice 24869|Shall, one day, take from me away.” 24869|As, in his grief, her lord she sought, 24869|The consort of her former lord, 24869|With voice of woe the queen began, 24869|With sorrow as her speech resumed: 24869|“Where wilt thou go? where, my dear, 24869|Where hast thou gone to view those scenes? 24869|Where is the spot where once thou strayed, 24869|For thine own sake to cherish thee?” 24869|Again she bent her wondering eyes 24869|On her ======================================== SAMPLE 35190 ======================================== 24605|For the first time that I was told. 24605|That man was bold in his boast; 24605|It was as though a thousand men 24605|He had killed in that contest. 24605|'Tis a great, great shame, I'll warrant, 24605|To lose the first match of a day. 24605|When they are not used to keep their feet 24605|And are prone to lie when they have been told, 24605|Then their reason will be in such a slough, 24605|They cannot tell the half of the matter. 24605|But if the truth should come out, 24605|'Twill be a great victory, you know. 24605|The first man to tell the truth 24605|In the first match shall win a medal. 24605|_A man who told the truth would be a Man._ 24605|_One who told the lies of men would go 24605|To be crucified by angels high._ 24605|Two men came out of one glass, 24605|Neither a match nor a bride; 24605|While one of the two told him a lie, 24605|The other told him a lie to cover it. 24605|There was a man who wore a beard 24605|In a dress so short that it touched his crown; 24605|But on this side and on that side 24605|He was always busy and free 24605|From the slightest thing he could feel 24605|On the surface of the water he met. 24605|The other man in wearing of a beard 24605|Would sit on the surface of the pond, 24605|While he stretched his hand to fish 24605|In the pond, 24605|For the pond of his youthful days. 24605|Upon the margin of the pond 24605|He would place a wooden boat, 24605|And he would take a boat with cable long, 24605|And he would float the boat with cable far 24605|Unto the river wide. 24605|And he would cross it by a sign, 24605|And he would cross it by a sign again. 24605|For upon that river wide 24605|There was a man of high degree, 24605|He wore upon his forehead a scar 24605|When he stood upon the deck. 24605|He never turned his face, and he never glanced 24605|At the surface of the water, but he crept, 24605|For his feet could not find a foothold. 24605|And when he saw a fish 24605|There on the river's bank so low, 24605|Then he would fish to keep his spirit up, 24605|To let his spirit lift 24605|To the world where one and twenty are, 24605|Who would work in righteousness. 24605|But the boat made no attempt, 24605|And when at length it reached the spot, 24605|To his heart he said a cruel word, 24605|"I have never seen a fish, 24605|So I must say 'Fie!'" 24605|From the boat he leaped into the water, 24605|Down upon the fish sank deep and fast, 24605|While the others spoke and said, "He is the man!" 24605|The other man said "I have never seen." 24605|The master of the mill would tell 24605|How the miller had a beautiful maid; 24605|I would tell thee how a man can win her. 24605|He must come upon her, with a knife, 24605|And he must thrust the knife away; 24605|But when the knife is gone, away! 24605|The miller thought that he had found a prize. 24605|He found the knife, and he took it out, 24605|And he put it in his basket horse, 24605|And rode away with it about. 24605|And when he reached the town, with din 24605|He put the maid in a cage-tick, 24605|And hanged her in the yard. 24605|There's many and many who have made 24605|Their home in my humble dust, 24605|With no wife to call their own, 24605|From whom they have had to part; 24605|And I could be their beggar, so, 24605|But that my children might not share 24605|Mine unhoused abode. 24605|They are like stars that ======================================== SAMPLE 35200 ======================================== 2615|Away; 2615|Away with all these lies, 2615|Away with all thy pretence." 2615|He spoke, and to the window turned 2615|With such sad tidings, one would think 2615|He came to leave his mistress here. 2615|"O let her feel a little space 2615|How sad, how empty is her state, 2615|"O leave her, oh leave me, sweet! 2615|I am not now so fair to see; 2615|"And shall I stay in this place, 2615|When I am so forsaken now?" 2615|But still the same dear voice replies-- 2615|"It is not I, it is not I! 2615|"O love, to you, to me 2615|Oh make your words true; 2615|Away, away, your vain pretence, 2615|I must not love you, I must love you! 2615|"Why are you sad, my love?-- 2615|It is because 2615|Those lovely lips, once mine, 2615|"Are opened to that holy kiss, 2615|That should have made my heart to burn, 2615|"That should have bound me to your heart." 2615|"Why hasten? why, why 2615|This bitter attempt to part? 2615|"You should have loved, have loved again-- 2615|"Your God's eternal truth should know, 2615|"When it had given itself, and you 2615|"Were first to look on your lover! 2615|"O Love, you should have loved! You and I, 2615|"Alone should have been still together!" 2615|Now to depart--now come to me-- 2615|Come quick--I am so near-- 2615|Your tears, your kisses, are not thine! 2615|"Till the day after tomorrow! 2615|And I'll bear my pain no more, 2615|For, dear, I must be gone--" 2615|All her heart broke out in low dales 2615|Of wailing wailings, 2615|As the storm of anguish, 2615|And the tempest of her sighs, 2615|Rained down from her own heaven, 2615|With a sullen, thund'rous moan, 2615|Upon the waves which rolled 2615|All around her; 2615|The very echoes 2615|Rolled low down in a dreary cadence, 2615|As if God's voice were calling her to stay; 2615|"O my love, love, my love!" 2615|As she cried; 2615|"O take no thought of me, 2615|But let me now with you depart. 2615|"But, oh, my love! 2615|Why dost thou weep so?-- 2615|Why can't I think of thee, 2615|And why dost languish, 2615|On the verge of pleasure? 2615|"I never think of thee, 2615|And we want light; 2615|Come, be our light, my love; 2615|And I'll put thee to a pleasing thought." 2615|As she said this, 2615|In her tears she wiped, 2615|As the winds of heaven swept 2615|Away her tears, 2615|Where the waves of heaven were; 2615|But they all were wiped away 2615|With the dews of heaven, 2615|As down from the tops of heaven 2615|A new white cloud 2615|Fell on the dusky waves, 2615|And still a tender tender tear fell 2615|From her sweet face. 2615|I do not love the maid that is cold, I do not love the maid 2615|That cannot sleep upon her mother's bosom; 2615|I do not love the damsel that wears a shroud 2615|At a feast in the holy summer time; 2615|I do not love the damsel that is so well paid 2615|When her pay is received; 2615|Nor the maid that is of such low estate 2615|That when her master dies 2615|And her lord is left desolate; 2615|Nor the maid that never has her price 2615|When her master's dead, ======================================== SAMPLE 35210 ======================================== 615|Had brought the young knight to an entrance of the gate, 615|And ordered him, should he find the gate open'd fast. 615|-- "Ye may enter freely while they have their way. 615|The gates may open from that quarter soon, 615|And we to-morrow at our ease will repair 615|That way into the open spaces round." 615|So said the king; and straight the knight reposed 615|Upon the ground, and to be up and away 615|He rose, and went; nor had he lost, by that, 615|A little space -- until in sudden fear 615|There smote the boy and he to earth let fall, 615|Stiff with the cold the lancing lance he felt. 615|As an avalanche to the vaulted rock 615|Hovers, on its cold forehead in mid space, 615|Until it strikes and bears its snow away; 615|On whom at first the frosty hill ascends, 615|Nor knows to float down, but falls into the deep; 615|So, with a frightful scream and piteous groan, 615|The valiant freeman of the field descends. 615|The cavalier no sooner knew he fell, 615|Than he more wanton and wild than before. 615|Him from his feet the faulchion reft so fair, 615|He could not turn him on his road aright; 615|And to the king's foot was as he pressed, 615|If not, towards Rome, for he had not one foot. 615|As he the paladin descried in line, 615|The cavalier, more cold and pale, than wan, 615|In whom his spirit was in such dismay, 615|He felt that he, in death, had suffered pain, 615|And in his eyes that he, in life, should meet. 615|He sees his foe and cries, he sees him stand 615|Alone upon the lofty hill; and, all 615|Alarmed, he made the sign of truce; nor knew 615|From whence his fall the king would ever see. 615|He took his lance, and, bearing in his hand 615|The sword, into the fight as suddenly 615|Fled, as the faulchion from his shoulder fell. 615|For good Orlando has no shield to wear, 615|Than which in his array, for valour due, 615|He would not to the wars such harm endure, 615|As in that fierce encounter, which the child 615|Of an English monarch, by the faulchion dight. 615|The king, who had no other weapon near, 615|To the fierce fury of Orlando pressed. 615|With him Orlando from a neighboring grove 615|Had hid his comrade; but in the forest doth 615|The king pursue the cavalier as one 615|Who to the combat turns his courser's rein. 615|He had no fears, so far as he himself 615|Could see from that thicket's side, that he 615|Should perish in the thicket, or from fear 615|Infiltrate to the combat; but his guard 615|He left on distant parts; and, when he deemed 615|It was not possible he should return, 615|And that the foe could bring the knight to bay, 615|He went the warrior to the martial maid; 615|And, in such measure as his damsels use, 615|He with his sword slew him, and broke his neck. 615|The king was left upon this point to wait, 615|And other of the knights at large did tell. 615|At length upon this side Orlando's bent 615|The warlike prince, in order due, ascends. 615|He, when the day from that sad battle past, 615|From the first tower made for the place of fight. 615|He to the palace and the warrior showed 615|The two in combat, that the warrior's might 615|In that dread night had made his death forebode, 615|And which had wasted so the monarch's reign, 615|In his worst hour, so many years his life! 615|These were his wonted feats, but in that fight, 615|Whereof a mighty portion was his share, 615|He with his steel no rest or truce could find, 615|Till they had fallen. 'Tis the first hour and best 615|That those two combats have yet begun to show, 615|Since this had happened ======================================== SAMPLE 35220 ======================================== 17448|An' then his voice I heard like a horse's cry, 17448|An' I know'd that e'enin lads wi' a' their glee, 17448|Was gay 'at Jack o' Bell's wife wanted a bed. 17448|The deid's in the water-meadow, an' the eels like sowls, 17448|But lile lupes ain't on a blink, they're like to bite. 17448|An' then the deid they'd be tippet aht where ever's writ, 17448|For Jack was a gentleman that understood 17448|An' he'd be aht in his own house that very day. 17448|They were gie one o' the eels, an' were lukin' for more, 17448|But lile lupes ain't on a blink, they're like to bite. 17448|O weel may luck to his wark, an' his widdle in the fauld, 17448|An' aht of the wark to his ain dear served wi' a' he dinna write! 17448|It's jowpen' an' weel might to think o' the warld, 17448|When aht oor warld is as thunner as yet to see. 17448|But it's lile lupes ain't on a blink, they're like to bite! 17448|May her he'rt be wi' him that sall take a wife 17448|Beneath the beeg wi' a gud luck to lile lass, 17448|Tho' they're on a hame, till they've written the letter from London. 17448|The warld is asunder, lile lupes ain't no aye, 17448|But lile lupes ain't on a blink, they're like to bite! 17448|Oh weel may her shet up, and aht her awne, 17448|An' aht o' the sall take a wife that's wud and fair! 17448|The world may say he is hard at e'en, 17448|For she's the one wi' a hingle chin, 17448|He's wight an' wunnan', lile lupes ain't no aye. 17448|For ye may call her wha's in the licht, 17448|An' say her hez come oer lake an' sea 17448|Wha's got a kist in her bonny micht 17448|As big by far as he can gribby be. 17448|For ye may call her wha's in the licht, 17448|An' she might tak a gud look at the day, 17448|The dweelf an' aught that's gud ony middled; 17448|But wha'd tak tak up wi' her aht, 17448|Lile lupes ain't on a blink, they're like to bite! 17448|A man wi' a woman's face 17448|Is seldom, if at all, so fair; 17448|But her 's a flower in flowerfull ground, 17448|Though modest to her look and grace: 17448|If she's there, her cheeks are in white, 17448|And there's no dew o't on either chee'e. 17448|Then, like the bird on a tree-toad's wing, 17448|I can listen and beguile, 17448|If her voice be as sweet as her een, 17448|My darling's voice is like a lark. 17448|If she's there, her face 's gaily fair 17448|Is the smile on her bosom sweet, 17448|Her eyes are as blue as a spring nicht, 17448|And her brows are fair as the sky; 17448|If she's there, I can sing and tell 17448|My darling's songs will be dear to me, 17448|Sweet bird! Sweet bird! Sweet bird! 17448|I 'm a queen's daughter, fair young ladye, 17448|There 's a knight wi' a red good queen at Court; 17448|In a glen, under a mountain-oak, 17448|He is waiting for his lovely mate. 17448|All of a summer day he wears 17448|The yellow mantle of a warlock ======================================== SAMPLE 35230 ======================================== 1287|In my own frame; but, when I look on thee, 1287|My heart-strings tremble with delight. 1287|But thou, alas! art but a sprite, 1287|Hither to earth and hither to the skies, 1287|And thy kingdom only 1287|In the hearts of those our friends are dear. 1287|And in those hearts, thou'rt doomed to dwell; 1287|And the spirit, which I know no more, 1287|Is with me--and the very thought 1287|Is delight, as every earthly life is drear! 1287|I am a youth, and my youth is past; 1287|To-day--tho' scarcely less than yesterday-- 1287|I'm a wretch, a senseless, hateful thing, 1287|Wretchedly degraded and forlorn. 1287|In another life my happiness 1287|Had been immortal; but alas! 1287|Fate has ordained to-day my doom, 1287|And my days are finished now. 1287|Foolish youth! thou wouldst not have me doubt, 1287|I look aloft, alas! to behold 1287|The splendour of my life so bright, 1287|Yet, alas, this shadow, of the self-same 1287|Bright sphere, at times disappears, 1287|And comes again in another form; 1287|Which every sunbeam can not dim. 1287|Yet let the past, and present, be-- 1287|I feel, in my heart, again 1287|The breath of thy life's glorious morn. 1287|But even in the glorious Midsummer-night, 1287|That breath has an awful sweetness, 1287|For, ere the twilight closes, it is still 1287|At the dear one's side and in the soul, 1287|While, by the fire, thou sittest, and it brings 1287|Dew, and flowers, and flowers, and buds, 1287|To brighten thy morning of days gone by, 1287|And bless those hours that will not be again. 1287|The moon, that, as she lies on the strand 1287|Of the ocean, sends down some starry gleam, 1287|Has a light that is like perfume; 1287|Its influence is like song, and is sweet; 1287|It fills thy heart with a holy thrill 1287|That it would mingle forever. 1287|Now, since we have ceased from our task, 1287|As if to weep, it would be sweet 1287|To drink, while the music of verse, 1287|That soothes in youth's sweet mornings, I play with. 1287|I'll sing thee a psalm as it was sung 1287|When our life-blood was throbbing through each, 1287|On the mountain-steep, in the dark and still, 1287|It was sung by the holy, the good, and high. 1287|Thou wilt praise it to me, dear one, now, 1287|And I'll think then--that thou wilt ever 1287|Praise, in many a happy, happy strain, 1287|The hour of our life, that was spent in prayer, 1287|And, oh! thou wilt sing it to me now. 1287|What's that, and what's this, that I see? 1287|I know not, I dare not say. 1287|For how should I tell-- 1287|My spirit would not tell, 1287|If ye still lived, in that still day! 1287|Ah, why must I, meekly yielding, 1287|To the storm-blast's strength yield, 1287|Since the voice that once 1287|Breathed forth music, like a sea, 1287|And once made joy-breathing music, then 1287|Was a voice which, ere joy could die, 1287|Went forth to a world of strife! 1287|WHY am I now in yon field, 1287|And why am I in yon field?-- 1287|'Twas the thought that long denied; 1287|My life's lost--'twas the wind-- 1287|That winds me in and takes me! 1287|I never didst leave my ditty 1287|When from thee first I felt ======================================== SAMPLE 35240 ======================================== 22382|On the third and fourth day he saw the ships. 22382|The other two vessels then approach'd, which were 22382|the Achaeans' ships of theirs: a thousand 22382|number of the warriors also came in sight, 22382|And the Trojans gave order for the battle. 22382|First Hector and his host of Ilium's sons 22382|Laid their hands upon the vessels, and took 22382|Command; then, with one accord, they all together 22382|Commanded, saying: "Who shall be first and chief 22382|And lead and lead the fight, and call it fight? 22382|That I may win him and defeat him, let it be!" 22382|They gave this command, and of the chiefs were chosen 22382|Of the steeds, and in the van the chariots they 22382|Rode in the midst. They drove at the Trojans, drove 22382|At the hands of the Achaeans; and first, 22382|First of them all, Achilles drove his steeds; 22382|And then his bow was held at the very tip 22382|Of his victorious spear, and all his darts 22382|Rained on the foe. Even Hector, when he saw 22382|The hosts engaged near on either part, 22382|Leap'd with his spear, and rushed upon his foes, 22382|Smiting; but on one and the other side 22382|O'erpower'd he drave his steeds, that, falling, plied 22382|Wither'd foes at once with might and main. 22382|As when a man, who, with his whole soul alone, 22382|Unconscious of another's sorrow, sits 22382|Calmly, and, while he thus indulgent breathes, 22382|Cravings for some solace lost, his eyes allover 22382|Falls o'er with blessings sweet; even so fell 22382|The hero of the Danaans and their champion. 22382|In that moment at the ships Achilles drove 22382|His chariot, which, in semblance of a grass 22382|Springing in rugged eddies which it wheels 22382|Along the smooth plain, seemed the well-plowed sea 22382|In all its measureless breadth. The ground then 22382|Grew calm; the earth, revolving, still was still. 22382|Then Peleus' son began to speak: "Antilochus, 22382|Hero in the race, thou hast on our side 22382|Performed thy wonted deeds, and the hero now 22382|Has won thee to his house, in whomsoever born 22382|Thou, Peleus, shalt have thine; and to thee shall be 22382|Attended at the feast, the son of Nestor 22382|And hyer-acuminating Menelaus. 22382|Thou shalt behold him, if so be that Jove 22382|And Juno, while it is yet undarkened, grant 22382|The like address to the Achaians." 22382|So saying, Achilles from the fight withdrew 22382|All wondering, and the other Chiefs and Elders, 22382|And the whole assembly, o'er him rejoicing, 22382|Heard his words. To every soul they gave 22382|The greatest gift. One like a reed the bard 22382|Stood holding forth, with flowers covered o'er, 22382|And one on either side, for both were flowers 22382|Of his own, both fragrant, and of his own 22382|In beauty, both like sunbeams, which, when first 22382|From some hill-top it shoots upwards, show 22382|Like lightnings, and that the host, by whom it came, 22382|And so the Achaeans, and the Trojans all, 22382|Rejoiced. They poured libation to the Gods 22382|With such fond faith, and with such devout prayer, 22382|That from the walls of Troy the sacred towers 22382|Showed in the dust of dust, and the great shields 22382|Of Ilium shook not an answer. But the will 22382|Of all the Gods, which never again 22382|Shall wrong the Trojans once, and drive them hence, 22382|Came forth and spoke: "O proud Trojans, and o'er bold 22382| ======================================== SAMPLE 35250 ======================================== 2130|They were, at least, as free to do as they pleased." 2130|"Oft we see," she said, "that which is to be." 2130|"Oft we see," said the old Witch, "but from the dust. 2130|It is not in your power, or mine, or God's, to hide 2130|Whatever may, or may not be revealed." 2130|With that he threw himself the old Witch's way. 2130|The last words of Drury were, as on they passed, 2130|"That old Witch with her eyes--if I believed my own eyes!" 2130|"If God had shown us," said the old Witch, "to seek 2130|The path and reach the Holy Grail from the earth, 2130|I doubt we, with our souls bereft and broken, 2130|Had been allowed the smallest portion of the prize." 2130|The night went on, and still the old Witch's path 2130|Was full of strawy mounds like a sea-cave's bed; 2130|But through the shrivelled vapours a voice of light 2130|Glanced, and the dusting was gone, and their footsteps known. 2130|The old Witch sighed, "And will the old Witch say 2130|That God could do it, and you not, before 2130|The Holy Gospel came to us in the flesh, 2130|As to the poor little children, from the grave? 2130|Nay, no! let the good Doctor bear the yoke. 2130|He cannot keep you from your daily course, 2130|Nor keep you from your bed, nor cast a spell 2130|To make you cross the world for all your spleen: 2130|There must be some one worse off, and what's the charm? 2130|I'll speak of it!" 2130|As he spoke, the last 2130|Small token, a ring, was given, and she wept. 2130|"And what will you do when this is all said?" 2130|"When I?"--she said, and bowed her matted head. 2130|"At once to all your family and friends 2130|I'll have them tell me, 'We are not to blame; 2130|But he has said--he'll use us worse than these.' 2130|And so I'll tell them, if they willbut do it." 2130|She left, and entered a new cottage at the side 2130|Of the green bank where the road joined, where she stood 2130|To fetch the last of the morning's rain, and the last 2130|To wet the ooze-drop's ruby drops again. 2130|And in the quiet, she looked out and saw the mound 2130|The old Witch's hut had, and from it could see 2130|The road to the green bank, and the little stream 2130|And the little lodge she was wont to fill her bed 2130|All night beneath it in her garden's shade. 2130|"The good thing of my life!"--said the Lady Godiva, 2130|A trembling joy lit up Lady Godiva's face-- 2130|"That my little girl should become a maiden fair 2130|And my poor child a fine young man!" She said it ere 2130|She ever did approve him, his first words: "And now 2130|I'll go and take you to the village fair." 2130|She knew that she was wronged if she could not wed, 2130|But her heart was swelling with an inveterate strife; 2130|She knew what her future of bliss would be. 2130|And Godiva said: 2130|"My child, be mine. For I am older far 2130|Than your mother, by many years than your father, 2130|And by no means old in love, as may be expected 2130|Of a woman who has seen her share of sorrow." 2130|And with that word he turned away, and left the day, 2130|And left his children at their innocence, 2130|And with a heart that hurt'd and with a tearless eye, 2130|Made his way to the village fair. He reached the inn, 2130|And, kneeling at the bar, put on his weeds, 2130|And drank that blessed night and woke at last to find 2130|A woman by his side. She was tall and ======================================== SAMPLE 35260 ======================================== 15370|That the heart 15370|Is a thing that is very like a human heart. 15370|But, alas! 15370|When its tone, 15370|It is not worth a hundred. 15370|A man 15370|Who is in love 15370|Is as happy as a fiend. 15370|And when he's pleased, 15370|His heart is happy as a lamb. 15370|The world is full of a strange kind of pleasure, 15370|And I'll not count the pains I've had since I'm a man, 15370|Who's pleased as one who's pleased, and no more. 15370|I'm glad and joyous in the greatest number of ways: 15370|Thought's an exquisite pleasure; and I love to try it, too. 15370|A man is happy if he's ever glad enough 15370|To have his happiness. To have it, it must fade, 15370|And, like the lark, like the sea, at last, it disappears. 15370|A man is happy whom I really think: 15370|He who is ever glad shall surely be the happiest! 15370|And yet--I do not feel as happy as I ought-- 15370|If I were happy as I say, and nothing else-- 15370|I should feel happier than my fortune tells. 15370|There's a kind of bliss 15370|That's not like that which men describe. 15370|If that is bliss, what is it to me? 15370|"_Pleasure_" seems rather too modest a term, 15370|And does not quite cover the whole adventure. 15370|I have no doubt 15370|The very name is _enthusiasram_: 15370|I have a _totam_ that may qualify; 15370|If we take pleasure, we have _Pleasure_ too. 15370|It's great to think 15370|That we who are pleased can never be sad: 15370|And, if pleasure be such a vague term,-- 15370|If pleasures be so manifold,-- 15370|Where _Pleasure_ means simply pleasure, 15370|Our happiness _is_ a goodly thing. 15370|But, alas! the joys that are, at first, no joy 15370|Narrow and dreary, soon grow wider and deeper. 15370|As soon as we feel that any pleasure is 15370|A joy, in its very depth beyond reach, 15370|We think, indeed, that happiness we share 15370|Is all _Pleasure_. 15370|Oh, it is very plain 15370|In this our little world of pleasure, 15370|That happiness _does_ increase as we _tot_; 15370|But _Pleasure_, of course, grows out of _Pain_. 15370|And that's the thing that has puzzled me, 15370|For years--and I'm very sorry now-- 15370|How a pleasure _can't_ increase as we _to_! 15370|I have my theories, too, of pleasure, 15370|And hope to be proven right when I die; 15370|But here I am,--and you are going to say,-- 15370|"How can pleasure _have_ become a slave? 15370|I have a very good idea, at least, 15370|That makes pleasures _free_--as in the _free_ world. 15370|I shall be readapt in happiness; for, 15370|When I am dead, and in the grave, and cold, 15370|I will be happy with my theory! 15370|I always thought, that a treat at the first 15370|Did the least good on the palate of the next. 15370|I feel that I can't be _happy_ any more: 15370|To think that I'm happy, is an invention. 15370|I'll have _something_ for dinner, but, how 15370|I know not;--I am in a terrible flux. 15370|In _my_ mind is still the notion, no doubt; 15370|But, for aught I know, if I should live _there_, 15370|I never, ever could get _there_ again! 15370|I do not believe in _Pleasure_, no, 15370|And, as for _Consulting_, even there-- ======================================== SAMPLE 35270 ======================================== 42058|As I lie on the grass-- 42058|I would be a beggar 42058|And wait for news of thee. 42058|But ah! there be deeds of woe, 42058|There be deeds of blood; 42058|And a woe more venal than all else, 42058|It doth come from thee. 42058|As a beggar I am come, 42058|Where the river flows, 42058|To a place far uppil'd from home, 42058|Far from sight of my father; 42058|And the night stands straight in the sky, 42058|And the stars are more than words, 42058|And the world and I--are one. 42058|I was born on a summer's day, 42058|My mother gave me to me, 42058|Saying, "Little lamb, be good, 42058|And lovely, and bright, 42058|For a little one, bright and bright, 42058|Can scarcely abide." 42058|I've been good as long as I can back, 42058|And as long as I can pull, 42058|And as long as I can walk, and as long 42058|As I can wade. 42058|As far as the eye can see, but I 42058|Am getting old before my time, 42058|Since I was so young when my mother gave me 42058|(I was three years old). 42058|But I'm as black as a raven, as sharp 42058|As ever can be,--if the eye 42058|But I am getting old before my time, 42058|And as old as the day. 42058|The day (O! bitter black day!) 42058|That sees me born with a thorn 42058|And all the pleasant flowers I loved, 42058|All cut in the rude wind's spite. 42058|But in my heart I hear the bell of my father's inn 42058|Ring clear, ring clear, ring clear, 42058|As I watch it, by night and by day, 42058|Ring through the wood; 42058|Ring through the wood, and clear and strong, 42058|The song I love in my heart the best. 42058|Oh, what is the song, my dearest one, 42058|The song that you love to hear, 42058|So long as autumn is in the air, 42058|Or April has to-day? 42058|Sing with us, in our autumn time, 42058|As the bird does in the orchard-tree! 42058|We shall laugh, we shall grieve, we shall weep, 42058|We shall fasten fast to the tree. 42058|The birds their winter-time will save, 42058|In their spring-time come sing, come sing, 42058|To help the winter-time come in 42058|To bloom the spring-time free! 42058|Then sing the spring, sing summer there, 42058|Sing autumn's noonday in at the door; 42058|Then sing the fall, sing winter here, 42058|With the leaves to deck the floor. 42058|O sing with us, in our autumn time! 42058|(Winter is come, and the snow's fallen, 42058|And winter reigns within the spring!) 42058|Sing with us, in our autumn time, 42058|As the bird does in the orchard-tree! 42058|He that in the forest dwells where the beech-tree grows, 42058|The fox too may tell you about it all: 42058|For he's seen among the orchard-trees that he frequents, 42058|Where beech-trees grow gayly, green and tall. 42058|I've seen him near the beech-trees come and go, 42058|Till Beech-tree-bushes were thick about; 42058|While the little children all round him do peep, 42058|And the leaves hang down from the beech-trees green, 42058|And there he sees his foxy fellows all, 42058|All of them, the best of the foxy race. 42058|You may see the little foxy fellows all 42058|By the beech-trees, laughing at all that pass; 42058|And the best of their fox-loves they tell you in play, ======================================== SAMPLE 35280 ======================================== 1304|Thyself in exile, and a spirit 1304|Alone in heaven may dwell! 1304|Come, then, fair nightingale, and bring 1304|Our love, our happiness! 1304|Farewell, farewell, my dear! 1304|The love's too kind, 1304|And the night-wild rose is red, 1304|And the night-bird's in the tree. 1304|I heard a thousand blended notes, 1304|That, intermixed with warblings loud, 1304|Curled through the trees on every bough; 1304|And o'er the neighboring steeple played, 1304|Swelling the note with a warrior's rage. 1304|I marked how the choral company, 1304|With a loud laugh and a quavering song, 1304|Had addrest its merriest pulse, 1304|To the accompaniment sweet and high. 1304|And I was proud, as with those accents blest, 1304|To own some portion of my green isle's 1304|Heaven-sent peace reserved for such a bird! 1304|And oft, ere the midnight-chime my horn 1304|Sung from the porch of that enchanted isle, 1304|I'll think how fair this peace could look, 1304|And softly sigh to leave my green isle. 1304|Farewell, my friends! a day of woe! 1304|I will not hear your mournful moan, 1304|For in some brighter clime of rest 1304|I shall wake again to sing 1304|That songs can never fade and dry 1304|Our tears and kisses' dried-up cup. 1304|Though I must leave you yet, and to-night 1304|With far less of earth and of myself, 1304|Still I will trust the dawning rise 1304|Of brighter dreams, though thy cold bed 1304|Be wrapt in mist; though stars be lost, 1304|And I be fled to the ocean's shore, 1304|And there be none to watch my sleep, 1304|I will not wish, when night is come, 1304|That thou couldst see the sun arise; 1304|Farewell! for I must go away. 1304|The day is o'er, the birds have fled, 1304|The twilight deepens o'er the hills, 1304|And the sky is overowl'd with snow, 1304|And the cold winds are in the air. 1304|The sun is gone, and the starless sky, 1304|'Tis midnight o'er the earth and main; 1304|Farewell! for I must go away. 1304|She's just seventeen, she's sitting alone 1304|By a pint-pot on the hearth-stone, 1304|Singing a song so happy, bright and free, 1304|That hopes and fears can ne'er devour. 1304|She's just seventeen, she's sitting alone 1304|In the rolling sallows of the west, 1304|While her eyes are wonders of delight 1304|On the coming of the rosy dawn. 1304|And she sings to herself--and nothing more, 1304|In an undertone and high degree-- 1304|Till the notes of her sweet lute rebound 1304|On the walls with a sweet, sweet sound. 1304|She's just seventeen,--and how her eyes 1304|In the depths of heaven seem to float! 1304|While her lovely, angel face is cast 1304|On the face of earth, and earth's lovely face 1304|To her light is as a shawl to hers. 1304|How fair she is! All beauty's beauty here, 1304|But surpassed far by earth's loveliness. 1304|How beautiful she is! A thousand siest through 1304|The spheres of her sweet spirit will not bear 1304|Her soul's message, like a message sent 1304|In a cloud to bring a load of rain. 1304|Is there one left that may enjoy her bliss? 1304|How sweetly does she sit and sing 1304|To herself in her cup by the blaze of day! 1304|And as if her hands were stars as bright, 1304|She is as lovely to the night as day! 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 35290 ======================================== 1471|Bruised and blooded with wounds and blows and strokes, 1471|Renderer of shields as a wave of fire 1471|That drifts to the wind, and then is quenched: 1471|Wings, that make it dance in a sea of flames; 1471|And eyes of flame that gleam and glow to-night, 1471|As a river with foam between its lips. 1471|Farewell, O Love, this hour of pain! 1471|In heaven's arms laid thou away 1471|With all our cares and fears, 1471|With all our dreams and fears, 1471|With light and darkness; 1471|This hour of pain, 1471|This hour of bliss, 1471|This hour of peace, 1471|That neither grief nor pain 1471|Should ever seize thee. 1471|Henceforth we know no grief, 1471|No pain, no sorrow; 1471|O Love, the days will grow 1471|Sweet and fair; 1471|In heaven's arms, 1471|In love's light, 1471|Sweet as this hour! 1471|For in heaven's arms the world is full of the joy 1471|That never grows weary, 1471|And therewithal there dwells 1471|The love that never dies. 1471|In heaven's arms it is our pleasure is not felt 1471|In the same measure, 1471|But through the wings of heaven it hath power to forego 1471|All other blisses. 1471|And love in heaven's arms is the same through the grave 1471|As through life's journey, 1471|And in heaven's arms the soul 1471|May be the sun. 1471|Ah, no! Ah, no! We have loved in the realms above, 1471|In the joy and the sorrow-- 1471|In joys we have not known; 1471|In sorrows we have known! 1471|It is love in heaven's arms 1471|That hath taken our joys, 1471|That hastosen them for high 1471|And low, and all. 1471|It is love in heaven's arms, 1471|That hath made us forget; 1471|And made us the sun that shineth 1471|In love and in pity,-- 1471|Ah, none! none! 1471|To earth of all things most fair, 1471|Of all, most bright, 1471|We, though we knew not, we could love 1471|As no two can! 1471|We all could be as you are, 1471|And love as you can 1471|And die as you die. 1471|What but I, what but I, 1471|For your sake who love you, 1471|Come from the starry skies, 1471|And be with you--what more is there more? 1471|What but I, what but I,-- 1471|Come up to life, and be 1471|As life can make it--what more is there more? 1471|We all of us, my dear one, 1471|Love loves you too, 1471|Love is, love is; in heaven's high places 1471|We all may be! 1471|Ah, come and be my bride, 1471|Come and be my bride, 1471|Come and be the maid 1471|Of my heart's most true heart! 1471|Whereof unto love bequeath 1471|No place of earth so fair 1471|Withouten me, nor evil, 1471|Nor evil want: 1471|But love and only love 1471|For love's sweet sake. 1471|And when, my love, thou com'st, 1471|Thou know'st my sweet to be; 1471|If I be not far off, 1471|Thy face thou shalt descry, 1471|And kiss thereupon me, 1471|That thou mayst make me glad. 1471|My face, my name, my fame, my fame! 1471|My life and my death are one thing! 1471|Thine eyes be sun and star; 1471|One sun thy soul may be, 1471|Thy life be the world-wide day. 1471|Not all of earth and air ======================================== SAMPLE 35300 ======================================== 22229|The lads that are gone, I see them once again, 22229|The bonnie and the brave, the auld grey-haired lads; 22229|But now they're gone for ever, an' we maun follow 22229|To the hills of my ain native land; 22229|For I see them round my chieftain's fireside, 22229|Like the fairies they were when auld childhood thrill'd; 22229|I hear their glad voices through the stillness-- 22229|I see them, by my chief in battle dire, 22229|Who 'tells the time the battle 's won or lost 22229|By the sons of the Highland mountains. 22229|The bonnie gray mists are breaking and lifting, 22229|The sky glitters and the lonesome moon 22229|Is shining, and it seems the world is leaping 22229|Ere any can tell the reason why. 22229|The mists are falling in a flood that mocks 22229|My anxious and dusky hopes that creep 22229|To see the sun above the cloudlet; 22229|But there 's a depth of blue where only death 22229|Is worthy, O ye wintry winds of dawn! 22229|How the red drops fall, I 'm groping the searching 22229|Deep night through, in my despairing, lone abode, 22229|While round me the dim peaks of mountain-head 22229|Are bending o'er the deep and troubled deep; 22229|And all is dark where the great waves of ocean 22229|Are roaring at their black unseen will, 22229|And the night seems more desolate and desolate 22229|Than the calm of the day when the waves are breaking 22229|In the dark of the deeps round the far sea-caves. 22229|The sunbeams are flickering on the mountain-side 22229|And the stars are out in the ocean's embrace, 22229|And the waters sleep in the sunlit bowers 22229|On the sands below; and the wind with a sigh 22229|Rolls up, and flies over the fields of light 22229|Where my chiefs are camping 'neath the starry smile. 22229|And I think of the old love's strange sorrow, 22229|When the deep night went weeping round the hill, 22229|And the wintry wave had crept down the side 22229|Of the old mansion to hide it from sight; 22229|And the wan light shone 'neath the old roof-tree, 22229|And I think of my love that's far away, 22229|And a faded voice calling on me 'neath the moon, 22229|For I 've often gone back in the happy spring 22229|To ride on the hoof of my chariot--'twas I 22229|That lifted her 'neath the eaves, 'twas I, 22229|That lifted her up to the heaven of day, 22229|And now I go 'neath the trees to the place 22229|Where he is sleeping, a man to a man. 22229|"I 'm a true bachelor, and all the world shall see 22229|That I 'm a true bachelor, and all it should be, 22229|'Twill be, if I ever ask true bachelorhood." 22229|Oh, my heart grew keen and o'er-prouden'd and gay 22229|When she entered, as night to a holiday, 22229|And there she sat down on the chair beside me, 22229|With the head facing o'er me, 22229|And the eyes glistening for ever, 22229|As one to have once had love, 22229|By the fire in their yellowing bannock 22229|Where the old ladies sat, 22229|And the piper was lying by their sides, 22229|And they seemed more happy than I. 22229|She was wearing a red silk petticoat 22229|And the tippence so blue, as I never saw, 22229|With a crimson crown upon her fair brow 22229|And a bonnet of blue jays. 22229|She bowed to me with a sweet smile of speech-- 22229|"Oh, you 're very welcome home!"-- 22229|Her face was so sweet, but 'twas a-breaking 22229|The heart of me that was breaking. 22229| ======================================== SAMPLE 35310 ======================================== 1365|Hast thou not heard that all your world 1365|Is a dream and must not concern thee, 1365|A dream of sorrow, not of joy? 1365|Thy life is all one fearful cry: 1365|"For all my days this thing will be, 1365|Will not be so; and I am dead." 1365|It was not in the storm; it was not in the night; 1365|He loved me; he is here, it is said; 1365|Oh, his heart was all to me, my heart and all to me! 1365|It was not in the storm; it was not in the night; 1365|It was in the hour when life and love are true, in the day, 1365|When thy heart was most pure, in the hour when most dear 1365|I think of him, who was more than life and thine, 1365|In the hour when heart-beats are at the last. 1365|A friend, a friend is coming from the North! 1365|A friend, a friend is coming from the South! 1365|With his voice and his step and his cap and his frock! 1365|When comes the night, will he take me by the hand? 1365|When comes the day, will he take me by the hand? 1365|It matters not, since my friend is at my side; 1365|How can a man love a woman when she is not true? 1365|My love was a friend unto me, 1365|As tender as life, and soft as love, 1365|And good at last, for her eyes are blue; 1365|When her heart has felt the pinch, O! 1365|When she feels him, love will be sweet again. 1365|My friend was a friend unto me; 1365|Though death hath made fools of days, 1365|Love has found the day still bright, 1365|And the bright sun is not far away. 1365|Now he lies in his hall of life; 1365|And in his hall he sitteth alone, 1365|With his eyes half shut and his hands at rest; 1365|And they are all of the soul's desire, 1365|And no man hath the thing he longs, 1365|But another, and another, and another. 1365|A friend, a friend is coming from the North! 1365|A friend, a friend is coming from the South! 1365|The sea is his house; it has none outside 1365|To break his seals, to open his portals. 1365|With his voice and his step and his cap and his frock, 1365|But why should I sing more? 1365|The sea is so sweet. 1365|And the sea is so soft and so soft! 1365|O wind! and the blue and the gray, 1365|And the birds that are singing at morning, 1365|And the sea, it is good to be alive; 1365|And the sea will help it if he can, 1365|And another, and another, and another. 1365|Beneath the gray old tower 1365|I watched the sea foam into foam, 1365|Till it spread to a thousand leagues, 1365|And sounded up from the farthest isles; 1365|Then, with a little boat, I came 1365|In the long summer afternoon. 1365|The sea is the sea, my friend, 1365|And the sea is my beloved sea. 1365|"Wherever I go and whither I may go, 1365|I am Love and am Hope and am Hope's son!" 1365|Love is a place that you find in a garden, 1365|On every path of earth; 1365|A thing that abides, save where the way is steep, 1365|Toward the heaven that lies far; 1365|A thing that abides with the sea when it is loud, 1365|And the waves in their surges beat loud against 1365|A thousand barriers of yellow and blue, 1365|And the trees are all waiting therewithal 1365|To hold up or teach you a thing or two. 1365|The sea is a thing that you find there in a wood, 1365|In a lonely place of rest, 1365|You will find in it your love and in its sun, 1365|Or in ======================================== SAMPLE 35320 ======================================== 27221|While all the woods below recede, 27221|And all the winds that blow. 27221|O joy to earth's alders, and to man's delights! 27221|They know not joy, till sunk in grief they roll: 27221|No more shall e'er their woe prevent the joy 27221|That ever was the parent of my woe; 27221|Or cause the pleasures of my youth to blight 27221|To make them all a sorrow--no! 27221|No more shall youth be joyous, and their bloom 27221|Reveal the joy my young heart joys to know. 27221|Ye hills of Shropshire, rise and answer me, 27221|Thou, who the glen'st of Shrewsbury. My heart 27221|Rejoices in thy gladness, and revells in thy speed. 27221|Who swar'st the Lord's rod to keep him from temptation 27221|Of mortal men; and sware to follow him on his trip, 27221|In glory and in shame:-- 27221|To make the rod of God with sinners o'er thee 27221|In pride, in vengeance, and in power. 27221|O! hast thou never been in yonder glen, 27221|Where swam thy fair white breast? 27221|The stream was still in crystal, and like glass, 27221|The bosom of it gleam'd and glisten'd with the dew. 27221|The flow'rs of the fair young blossom blush on the bough, 27221|And the shade of its leaves loll'd down in wavy motion, 27221|And the young green leaves of it tremble in the air, 27221|While the breeze sings in the orchard: the breath of its waves 27221|Is the soul of summer in man's blood; on his pulse 27221|The vigour of life, and his soul the pride he doth wear. 27221|O! hast thou never been in yonder glen, 27221|'Mid the green pathless glens, or near yon wood o' Gawayne? 27221|What joy at the dew-gemmed flowers in the dew-gemmed fern? 27221|Whom would not follow the sun! whom would not follow Gawayne? 27221|Who, if the Gawayne sware with his heart and his lips, 27221|Would not rejoice? who would not follow Gawayne on his flight! 27221|But who would not follow his love, his own love, on his way, 27221|O! who would not follow through grief, grief and the dew, 27221|Thy fair white breast. 27221|My heart is like a fountain--it doth flow on and on, 27221|While other thirst-parching streams will never reach the quench'd 27221|For very desire, I thirst for thine and thine for thee. 27221|Thy face thou dost enamour; mine eyes would fain admire, 27221|And wile the lover's heart from thine; but for myself 27221|I wish to dwell in thy white arms, and press my lips 27221|Upon thy neck, and feel thy hair grow soft to mine. 27221|No longer, say'st thou, do I wander; stay with me! 27221|No longer, thus would I stay with thee! O! make thou 27221|My home, like thine own, or else return to me! 27221|But what are my wishes? for the best that I seek, 27221|Is, to be near thee,--that is to say, to love thee, 27221|And be thy life, and nestle in thy every rest. 27221|My heart is like a flower; 'tis never sated, 27221|But when it lifts its humble head, 27221|Its fragrance melts into my cheek, and all 27221|The rest, to my delight, increases. 27221|Yet I envy not this humble head; 27221|Nor am I fond of pomp--but I approve 27221|Of something that unrepressed may tell 27221|And talk of exultation. 27221|O! if beneath thy soft caress 27221|Some trace of grief should yet be found, 27221|That thou should'st feel its influence mild, 27221|This would not harm thy spirit ======================================== SAMPLE 35330 ======================================== 1054|And the kirk lay still, and no heart beat. 1054|"And at last it came on a mornen day, 1054|Upon a wint'ry morn, 1054|That an old man came in to the churchyard gate, 1054|Upon the morrow morn, 1054|He was old and very wan and gray, 1054|And he wore his green kilt; 1054|And a wancher rose up in the dewy air, 1054|And a white lady leapt up to him, 1054|And stood by him on the sward." 1054|From the land of the Saxons, 1054|A sad day was the last 1054|Which that poor man wore, 1054|And he could not find his grey mouthed grayling, 1054|Or his grey tongue. 1054|And his grey tongue it waxed thin 1054|And grew pale and dry, 1054|And his old eyes he ne'er saw that had waxed young; 1054|The old tears down they went. 1054|And that frail hatter stood by the coffin, 1054|And she said, "Fain would I, 1054|I could talk with my hands for a living, 1054|And I could find my son among the dead, 1054|He is in his grave." 1054|Then she cried "By the blushes of green leaf! 1054|And by the red of red-wine! 1054|You will cry him old. Be he never a child, 1054|Your love, your heart, are for aye. 1054|"O'er him you will weep. You will make him mourn, 1054|And he will sigh, and say, 1054|'It is I, father!" 1054|O that he might have found his death at the worst, 1054|And that I had not been forced to sit by 1054|When my loved King was in his grave! 1054|Then she clasped his hands and wept aloud, 1054|And to her bower did she come 1054|And there she sat by the wall, 1054|And her children murmured round her, 1054|Till the mother cried, "Oh I have a boy; 1054|He is at rest with his father!" 1054|Then she laid him by her breast, 1054|And with tears began to sing, 1054|That her children they wept too, 1054|"For you are cruel, and I am weary of life, 1054|And weary of its joy; 1054|And so you will turn your faces to death, 1054|And shall leave me grieving still, 1054|That the people of this far-away land 1054|Are so few with the poor poor soul; 1054|And, for me, I have a son indeed, 1054|My dear dead father's son indeed-- 1054|A son! a boy! a young man of twenty, 1054|Whom my mother did not leave alive, 1054|In the house with the dead long ago; 1054|And so at the worst shall never live, 1054|But at least be sorely missed and mourn." 1054|Then she drew her apron over her head, 1054|And left the wall of dead men dead, 1054|And up the narrow stairs she went, 1054|And up a flight of stairs, and o'er the rocks, 1054|And down the alders, and through a nook 1054|Where the dead men were not, and the walls 1054|Had the dead men but been dead, the walls 1054|Seemed to be changed to living ghosts, and high 1054|The night came down from heaven, and o'er 1054|The little town the moon did stream; 1054|But little did the mother well of this, 1054|Till she found a new, red, bloodier, longer cry, 1054|And she looked and she looked, but all in vain. 1054|For while she looked and she looked and still looked, 1054|There crept upon her, from the far-off town, 1054|A ghastly, hideous ghost! 1054|And she could no more hear his inhuman voice, 1054|Nor see his face, nor hear his voice nor see, 1054|For the ghast ======================================== SAMPLE 35340 ======================================== 14495|By this time he had got, in the first place, his 14495|Obedience to the laws set down in the Lawe of 14495|Presumption, made all men guilty of that last 14495|Visible, by which a man is born. 14495|The second time he had such a sight to view, 14495|That all the memory of that sight was o'er-gone, 14495|And on my head, as if a lump would burst, 14495|The heavy shadow of Death lay, wrapped in the Night. 14495|Then I drew in my feet, and began to start, 14495|For lo! the road, as soon as ever I had done, 14495|Was full of ghosts, and the air had such a motion, 14495|That in my head a window was running round. 14495|I am not in doubt, but could not make out whom; 14495|But 'twas the old man who first spake, and that spake 14495|Of some one to be sure, 'twixt two latches was flinging. 14495|This was the way that old folk both remember, 14495|Who, having not much to say to me at present, 14495|At least in such a moment, as I did feel a pang, 14495|Told me they died, and in that grave would lie low: 14495|Some said they had no eyes:--these also could not see. 14495|For they were both buried with the same old story, 14495|The like with old, and this old man; and, while I think 14495|What kind of grave they two made, and what horrid thing, 14495|I saw not, whether I saw, or did but in fancy see. 14495|I have no doubt that they were both dead, and in hell, 14495|For they had not much to say, save this:--that all mankind 14495|May perish in the same horrid hell in which he went, 14495|They will be to the living much, much more than to him. 14495|Now I was certain that this sight was not of clay, 14495|And that the ghosts were not dead, now that I knew more; 14495|But 'twas so much worse, that for each man to live 14495|I could but leave him only so many or so few. 14495|But 'tis of less account unto me that one 14495|Should look like death, than that one so much should die, 14495|That if that man is alive my head is only mine. 14495|O, let the happy dead look up, who, now, they see not! 14495|O, let these spirits, whom the day does bury so sadly, 14495|With a new life begin to look, now, in their graves. 14495|O, now let hearts beat higher, as if knowing this; 14495|And, if life have any virtue, 'tis to know this. 14495|For 'tis a good rule, the dead to be buried know, 14495|Who, having tolled so long, will at last turn from earth. 14495|O, what I found, when I first did see it, standing 14495|Amid that old, and shabby, and worn-out grey: 14495|A few poor things, all by themselves, as they were, 14495|As once I found, the while I was walking, alone, 14495|When yet we live the life that had me in disdain; 14495|A couple of rags about the feet, and a coat's head; 14495|And, in the middle, a pair of trowsers, clean as new; 14495|And, as they stood there, the red-pencilled, rough-hewn Iron 14495|Of my own good husband: then, at the front, I told 14495|Of the great, strange, wonderful feat of arms I used to bear 14495|Among the rest, all the same, and of my foreign lord: 14495|The thing which my eye then thought of most I remember; 14495|The thing which, after turning to my back, I remembered; 14495|"O, what," I said, "is this, which, after the living and the dead, 14495|Might win the admiration and the thanks of those two." 14495|"O what art thou," said that dreadful, grey, stern face, "O, what art thou?" ======================================== SAMPLE 35350 ======================================== 37804|That all might see and listen; and that they had heard. 37804|They knew the night had come of that which had been, 37804|Though the tale was not, and that had never been. 37804|But she the first of the night and the last of the past 37804|Went out, and never came back to their light now; 37804|Until she came this way, and came that way, 37804|By the way that was well repaid and worth while, 37804|And all the paths were still, and the leaves were green. 37804|And he who came as a guide now knew the way, 37804|As an old grey man with his cane: and he 37804|Who followed a woman now knew every word, 37804|And the eyesight of all was brought about by prayer. 37804|At last I say this I know,--but all's not told. 37804|And all is told. There is a land unknown, 37804|Beyond the sea: I see it, and I feel it; 37804|Though the words may not say what's in the sun. 37804|Now go to thy journey, thou lost wanderer; 37804|I would not have thee lie awake forlorn, 37804|Or look for joy to be thy lot hereafter, 37804|Or say what is long spoken, what is true. 37804|Thou shalt dwell in thy home among the dead, 37804|And see the day of thy death not yet bright; 37804|And I shall not go to the land to-morrow: 37804|For I have seen so much and am so tired 37804|That thou art weary, too, for any good 37804|There is of thine that it takes from me away, 37804|That is so much, I swear, thou shalt not take 37804|The rest till the last hour of my days. 37804|And I am weary as I was when first 37804|First loved thee in that land of mine, and then 37804|I saw so much of the light, and knew so much 37804|The joy of life and not aught of its woe; 37804|But now that time is over, what can I do 37804|But lie awake and dream of that far home; 37804|And I shall sleep till the dawn of day be, 37804|Or find a place where the sun can not shine, 37804|And wake for ever, and watch the sky and pray; 37804|And when the day is set and night is come 37804|I shall not go to sleep with the stars by my side. 37804|When you look, what are the things that you see 37804|That you do for the joy of it--the bliss 37804|Which was your soul from the beginning to fill 37804|But then the moment it was not a part 37804|Of the whole? And what can I do that I did 37804|When I was at the first love with you and knew 37804|No bliss beside, nor any moment's joy, 37804|When nothing is happy except the day? 37804|And what can I do 37804|To change what is lost of all that I know,-- 37804|The one true joy of all life, I, who was 37804|The sole wonder and then blight and asp 37804|The day of what I needed. 37804|For all earth's joy is one vain moment's joy, 37804|Or nought at all, in the end of the day, 37804|To all that ever came to nothing of worth; 37804|And all the earth's delight is in itself-- 37804|Or is it, even, to itself but as an hour? 37804|But in the night, and in the day, and in night 37804|The soul is but its hour, the hour is the soul. 37804|Yea, all is one, from the last hour to the first, 37804|And the last hour is the first; no moment is good 37804|Save the one at which our souls with time shall part. 37804|The whole is but the part, but the part is God. 37804|_'O love, thou art my woman,' etc._ 37804|I am all that thou art; I am thy woman, 37804|That thou art thyself, and I am not thy husband. 37804|But in the night and in the day, 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 35360 ======================================== 18500|An' tak their fill o' t' joys o' life 18500|And rattle 'eav their caps away, 18500|They'll mind their neighbours an' they'll mind their neighbour still; 18500|An' rattle t' roof o' their bare heads, 18500|An' tak their fill o' t' joys o' life! 18500|They'll mind their kirkyard an' eas'; 18500|To live as labourers life, 18500|An' think o' t' happy days they've known, 18500|An' a' the glad, dim, glancin', gladsome times they've seen. 18500|I 'ave muckle found among mankind, 18500|That joy they had, and glory they adored, 18500|An' I 'al a vision o' what manhood may be; 18500|Their toil an' trouble, faithfu' an' coddlen' an' true; 18500|They 'ad no time, an' workin' to feed their familie. 18500|They 'al niver seen a townspeople mair bonny, 18500|But weel they ken they are the fittest for their calling; 18500|An' life 'e's sae sweet on t' hill of a farm, 18500|Tho' folk are far awa' to him that's far awa'. 18500|He 'ales not thrang a' hoots an' tusslins mair, 18500|But gie's the land, an' country, an' he'll haud me; 18500|I 'opes to 'ave my say upon a' that is, 18500|An' mind my buckler, buckler an' sword an' lance; 18500|The best that can be get'd by sic a lad: 18500|An' may auld friends to their trusts, an' kindred dear, 18500|Gang up an' braid a hoosie an' me. 18500|Then let me see in men an' kirkyard beasts 18500|How bonny, how fair, how fair to see! 18500|How far beyond the vulgar rare,-- 18500|In nimble ease an' motion set, 18500|The human form extends and expands, 18500|Yet as it moves in passive pose, 18500|Excels the brute and bears the hind, 18500|And as a lion in the field 18500|Rests, when the toils of life are past, 18500|The broodin' mother. 18500|A lion at the fence, 18500|A wombe-bob in a byre, 18500|A lion behind the ring, 18500|A wombe-bob in a quarry, 18500|A lion in the mark, 18500|A wombe-bob in a well; 18500|A lion at the wheel, 18500|A wombe-bob unguarded, 18500|A lion at the fosse; 18500|A lion that may rag 18500|At a lady ahs and ah's, 18500|Or a lady's gown hings; 18500|A lion in the game, 18500|A lion at the hounds, 18500|A wombe-bob in a fox, 18500|A lion to the hounds; 18500|A lion in the play, 18500|A wombe-bob unguarded, 18500|A lady's daughter at the nose; 18500|A lady's daughter at the nose; 18500|Or at least so reckon we, 18500|The most fair of a' the three, 18500|That a' the three may rair, 18500|Wi' a' the licht an' faem frae a' 18500|Her face, 18500|Or just at a' the wheel, 18500|She winna let a frae me spak, 18500|Or at the byre, 18500|But when she 's inna a', sae modest to her face, 18500|A lion at the fosse, 18500|Or a lady's daughter at the nose, 18500|I'se gi'en the chance. 18500|I wadna gi' a lady's face, 18500|I wadna gi' a lady's ======================================== SAMPLE 35370 ======================================== 8187|Is the world a fair and good place?-- 8187|Is heaven a heaven or hell? 8187|The world or heaven what is it, anyway? 8187|The world has been to _mine_ a most strange, wild road; 8187|It's been so different from that which we have known 8187|For ages, that to me it seems a wonder quite, 8187|That we--a simple and lowly people--could have sprung 8187|From such a world of mystery and mystery's power, 8187|And so, at once, into hell, or heaven, at last! 8187|Oh! say, my heart, if you can be told 8187|Whether they're true or false-- 8187|Is there any power, other than sin, 8187|Can make me turn from sin? 8187|Is there any power, other than death, 8187|Can make me go from death? 8187|If so, the world has gone quite astray, 8187|Or else--is there none may find 8187|To wrong the world, but if that wrong, 8187|But, for its wrong, yet start at all, 8187|But none that turn but have their race? 8187|Thou, for whom I, for whose sake, 8187|All that was most fair and good 8187|In nature in short time 8187|Went forth, so dear a daughter, 8187|If thou wilt turn from me, 8187|Thrice welcome, if by death, 8187|And give but half the right-- 8187|Be kind, my soul, and let me know, 8187|And take at once, if I live or not! 8187|And now,--I hope, that all's o'er-- 8187|This last letter's some preface, 8187|A sort of "thank-you" to thee, 8187|Some preface to things;--but thou! 8187|And if it be _too_ rough a word, 8187|I'll never, never, never say, 8187|_Thou didst make it like this, 8187|I hope--'tis all so different, 8187|Thou, too, hast made it like this! 8187|Thou too, in thy first youth hast made 8187|So unlike mine, thou too hast striven 8187|To make me like thee, by living 8187|So like thee, by dying so, 8187|That I am quite forlorn, 8187|And wish I could have died, 8187|And so, at once, as from Death, 8187|I would have died with more than Fate 8187|For thee and all thy kind! 8187|But now, I feel, as if a fire 8187|Of some strong spirit had scorch'd my life, 8187|As if thou, who erewhile 8187|Thou'rt what my soul was born to be, 8187|Hadst now _thy_ life and death in thought-- 8187|That tho' that _him_ had come now, with thee, 8187|The young spirit of my country 8187|Had beheld the sun, 8187|It could not even look so blue 8187|As, now, when _thy_ shade is o'er it, 8187|And what, then, _he_ is, to _thou_? 8187|It is, indeed, so very strange, 8187|Of all that's very _like_ thee, 8187|That I, who once had seen thee 8187|So unlike, I scarcely know 8187|What likeness I again see-- 8187|The _same_, but with a finer eye, 8187|And not a finer memory: 8187|What is this thing, that to us, 8187|Like a new sun, our eyes do shine 8187|In the same, like sun, our thoughts do burn 8187|In the same way--oh, that _this_ is _he_, 8187|Not the prince and all that he have led! 8187|It is an old, old story-- 8187|Of a young, young man-- 8187|Whose name, that who went hence, 8187|Was no more, on earth, known 8187|Than, like his day, by his brother's tongue, 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 35380 ======================================== 1165|Of her that's far away." 1165|"Ay, ay," the queen replied, 1165|"You should have waited till I come, 1165|After so many an hour, 1165|When I'm far from the world; 1165|Where none but our Queen can hear 1165|The songs of the sea. 1165|"But all in the great blue dawn, 1165|Through meadow and wood and hill, 1165|With a great shout of the sea, 1165|The great ships came in all 1165|From out the western main 1165|"Where the winds blow in and out, 1165|And the light ships go in and out, 1165|With a great roar of the sea, 1165|And a shout of the sea." 1165|"Ay, ay," the queen replied, 1165|"You should have waited till I come, 1165|An before you go in front 1165|To my home in the west, 1165|Till I speak in the world to-night 1165|That it is I." 1165|From the land of the Isle of Waves 1165|And the beautiful blue West, 1165|From the sweet, soft summer days 1165|That are past; 1165|Lo, the sun on the wild sea-beach 1165|Shone so brightly sweet. 1165|Fond lovers had packed fast on the billowy sea 1165|That they stept upon shore; 1165|For the Queen of the Seas would hear no more of the tale, 1165|Whereunder grey walls are built. 1165|For the King on the shore sat in his high hall, 1165|With his golden beard a-curl, 1165|And the waves that tossed in the wind were his hair and his hair, 1165|And the land he loved was his home. 1165|Then she sat beside him, his lady of song, 1165|And she sang of the day she loved, 1165|And the song the tide brought from the Land of the Lost Ocean 1165|By the hand of a child. 1165|They sat in the great hall of the castle tower, 1165|In the great castle hall of gold; 1165|And the king and the queen had come of strange voyages, 1165|To the land of the Lost Ocean. 1165|They saw the grey tower, and to each 1165|A child for home had flown; 1165|And each took a garland of wild flowers 1165|To crown his baby head. 1165|They stood with their heads the while 1165|In the great hall of gold; 1165|For they knew not which way they should go 1165|Before their eyes to day. 1165|But the golden towers of the castle stand 1165|In the land of the golden light, 1165|From the towers of old time, from the king 1165|Who built them with skill and pain. 1165|For the crown of song that grew of the flowers 1165|Was a crown of light and love, 1165|And it shone in the eyes of the queen, 1165|And her beauty had faith. 1165|And they sought her in joy or dread, 1165|In the halls where the king sat high, 1165|But never came she to see, 1165|Or ever bowed a loving eye 1165|To her that sang of the flower. 1165|And he sat and feasted, and fed 1165|Full often that homely feast, 1165|For the King on the shore had heard 1165|Of the tale that hung of the flowers. 1165|And now she is at the door of the castle, 1165|And a little flower-bearer goes: 1165|"Bring us here a little flower 1165|On the purple velvet of the queen." 1165|"We shall not bring a little flower 1165|More precious than ever we knew," 1165|Said the king and queen with one heart, 1165|As they brought it on the red silk pillow 1165|And laid it on the red silk floor. 1165|"Come, little flower," they said, 1165|"Let us make your little heart full 1165|Of Christ's love and the song we sing, 1165|And fold it safe and close against 1165|Each hand that shall hold it close; ======================================== SAMPLE 35390 ======================================== 29345|And we'll show you how to do it. 29345|How did I get here and where do I go from there? 29345|What did I say? If I could only answer it. 29345|The night after we came from the ocean we went 29345|To the bar and came here in a coffin from the sea. 29345|But we saw nothing of her--you and I alone. 29345|There was the little boat, there was a grave for her, 29345|And one who would like to go with you, when we were dead. 29345|There was the coffin, 29345|There was a grave, 29345|And we went in. 29345|"Where are you going?" "We're going out." 29345|There were a thousand things that she would say. 29345|"What is it?" 29345|"Do you remember?" 29345|"Yes, I do." 29345|When the boat comes out the door 29345|She will be gone to that grave. 29345|For a moment she will say the words 29345|We could never understand. 29345|We must have gone to the church together. 29345|How many of them were there on that day? 29345|When the bells went round 29345|It was hard to say whether we were good. 29345|And I should guess that somewhere down in Hell 29345|She still is bound. 29345|"I wish I could speak 29345|Some of those old songs she used to sing." 29345|"No, no. She is too sad. And she is dead to-day." 29345|"And where are you going now?" 29345|"Ah, I've taken my gun with me and a knife and fork. 29345|My friend and I went to the church to-day together." 29345|She was a baby that day, 29345|And she has nothing to wear, 29345|But a doll at her feet that is white 29345|With the lace about the feet. 29345|She has come back home. 29345|"Where are you going, dearie?" 29345|"To the church now, and back again. 29345|I had a dream so I won't cry. 29345|It started with the church church bell, 29345|And ends with the church door." 29345|I wonder why the girl is so glad 29345|When she comes out to the cold sky. 29345|It's only if you let her stand 29345|That the roses start to blow. 29345|I could stand there with my doll in my hand, 29345|And it'd stand there though I tried to run. 29345|I wonder why the folks are so glad 29345|Of the doll in the house, not I. 29345|But there was an old man with a cross 29345|When he left that night in the graveyard, 29345|And his name is George, and his body's slim 29345|With the scarlet in his hair. 29345|Now he's found out where he is gone 29345|And he's running with his horse, and tries 29345|Hard to win and never fumbles about. 29345|Oh, how big his shoes were with wool! 29345|And then his whip with "Down wind!" nailed 29345|On it and his saddle cloth. 29345|And he'd have danced or else he'd have been dead 29345|If he didn't have his doll in hand, 29345|And go with him, whatever should happen, 29345|He has his eyes in the air through his hair. 29345|"How long can we delay?" said the little girl; 29345|"Here's a basket full of gold, 29345|And they all say they will come again. 29345|I wish that I could go with them. 29345|When the gold is at my feet, 29345|I can pay my way to town 29345|And the fare for that long road is dear." 29345|"No, no," said the old man, 29345|"You will see nothing there, 29345|Only the gray sky all around us, 29345|Nothing but air and sun. 29345|I've a little gold to pay; 29345|I'll go, if you please." 29345|So the little girl took all in her hand 29345|And went out through the ======================================== SAMPLE 35400 ======================================== 24869|His counsel was as good as his own. 24869|And all who heard him from the king 24869|The glorious story would obey. 24869|At length, when to his aid at length 24869|He came, with suppliant hand and sweet 24869|Beside the prince he raised his head 24869|And thus the king, by words unsaid, 24869|In words like these the prince addressed: 24869|“I bring, O chief, this fruit to thee 24869|Of holy practice in each zone, 24869|Which, as my brother Tárá bids, 24869|In order that thy name may live, 24869|I bind thee to perform the rites 24869|The holy law of every sect 24869|Prescribed by the king of fire.” 24869|So saying, King Ráma bade him go 24869|For his dear brother’s sake to wait. 24869|Then, Śiva’s self who rules the skies, 24869|The glorious Rákshas sage addressed: 24869|“This gift I give thee with a smile: 24869|That, for thy sister’s sake, in fear 24869|A thousand fiends and demons shall fall 24869|Before thy presence like a flood, 24869|And thou, O Lakshmaṇ, be at rest. 24869|I bade him for the Sítá learn 24869|The meaning of his word of power; 24869|And as his holy lore he deemed 24869|The son of Raghu and of Sítá, 24869|And as the task imposed on me, 24869|I am content: not for thy sake 24869|The king, whose mighty strength I serve, 24869|The world, which needs of thee are brief. 24869|For thee I go the path ordained 24869|Far, far from thy home and thee. 24869|I love thy presence in the air. 24869|Then on thy side I joy to dwell: 24869|The Lord supreme who rules the skies 24869|My life and joy and all can make 24869|A pleasure for thy sire like this. 24869|I know thee good, I know thee kind, 24869|I know, O Prince of men, the boon 24869|Of holy life, and joy, and rest, 24869|The very life which moves the mind: 24869|To thee, O Prince, this grace I send: 24869|Give to thy sister Lakshmaṇ leave 24869|To watch, O Ráma, ere she go. 24869|I will not leave thy life, I ween, 24869|To any save thy husband’s lord: 24869|Give all to him whose lot is this, 24869|As, of this world, he serves the right. 24869|In all I care, for him and thee 24869|I take my vows and keep them fast. 24869|When thou hast heard my answer, then 24869|I stay not till I win the boon.” 24869|The glorious sage the answer heard, 24869|He gave him still his boon: 24869|“So let the child, my Lakshmaṇ’s wife, 24869|With thee to work, O Ráma, be. 24869|O brother, bid thy spouse, my wife, 24869|Be ever present to thy view: 24869|Be thine for love, be thine for kin, 24869|And look, as duty bids she should, 24869|Upon thy spouse, my Lakshmaṇ’s wife.” 24869|With love, with duty, Lakshmaṇ drew 24869|All she who saw her honoured none. 24869|The mother bore her son to him, 24869|Her darling son, to Lakshmaṇ gave: 24869|To all their love and joy it made 24869|A happy husband still to live. 24869|She gave him, all for love, as she 24869|Brought all for kin, as bade his spouse. 24869|She, when the night-cloud shrouds the world, 24869|Bids Lakshmaṇ to the shrine arise. 24869|She sits him by the king’s abode, 24869|Bids Lakshmaṇ from the path refrain. 248 ======================================== SAMPLE 35410 ======================================== 1034|But the same eye has seen the glory of a world; 1034|A world that was to be, in time to be, a tale; 1034|A tale too good for history to make it good. 1034|For the eyes see more than the ears,--the ears and the heart; 1034|Thin strands of sound that come to little ears at prayer, 1034|When the lips beseech them, and the hands exhale. 1034|There is no glory of story that is not known 1034|To the eyes, who, in the years before life was new, 1034|Could not read the text, but felt the voice of God, 1034|And knew that all was life; and still, as men grow old, 1034|Their hearts, they tell me, grow less wise; less learned, 1034|Less skilled with the spiry serpent of the text 1034|Thrown back from their spleen, the old familiar thing 1034|To read, and grasp, and answer at the close, 1034|And carry so, the good of all the living well. 1034|That man who has lived is past the time of prayer, 1034|And God has shaped with a spell beyond our ken, 1034|A thing to tear the heart in its close seclusion, 1034|To rend with terror, and to muddle with confusion, 1034|The spirit at its widest, making it roar 1034|In the body and keep together the body. 1034|In my old age I do not dream I shall grow old, 1034|And I shall be of such continual reason, 1034|As to be glad and glad with God at every waking; 1034|But then, when I am old, I shall no longer see 1034|How the spirit of man is a great burden to be borne. 1034|For I shall have had time to read my text, 1034|And see how a new vision of the human heart 1034|Is born when the soul takes the body's shape, 1034|And changes the spirit into a voice divine: 1034|That I shall read with a clear sight of Heaven, 1034|That I shall see that the flesh is but a shapeless lump 1034|Of skin, and the soul a shapeless thing of muscle, 1034|And the body not flesh like unto the spirit. 1034|I shall be glad and grateful for my body still, 1034|But not like what I have been, nor quite the same; 1034|For the thought of God shall be within me, 1034|And the hope of God be something worth the sight. 1034|At times I shall dream as a man dreams 1034|Of the old, unpretending youth that he was: 1034|With the old desire of the old heroic soul, 1034|And the old, indomitable heart, of his son. 1034|And I shall know, when the world shall seem so dim, 1034|How far the man within him, so near to me, 1034|Shall be, when some day the world shall seem so far; 1034|How far the son, I shall find him, when I find him, 1034|With a smile on his face. How far the husband, 1034|And not the child! How far the father. 1034|--I see you with the old man on your knees, 1034|As men with children often do, for good or evil; 1034|Where, even as they gaze with wonder on the earth, 1034|The old man speaks to the old man's son through his son. 1034|It is your hour to think, and your years to lose, 1034|To wait and to remember and to think and say, 1034|'It was His love.' Is it Your hour to pray? 1034|'It was my love.' 'I am sinning with them.' 'I am dying.' 1034|To do good or evil, think or pray, is Your hour. 1034|And if You choose to pass--to go wrong or right-- 1034|There is no room for doubt or desert in Your hour. 1034|It is enough that, out of old earthly things, 1034|Something new is born to set Your world aflame. 1034|How much It is You know. Let me but know I know. 1034|It is my son. 'He is not yet aware ======================================== SAMPLE 35420 ======================================== 2819|We made him, and I took him home and loved him dearly, 2819|For he seemed to me the man that I'd found my man; 2819|He was a-singing of "The Big M Big Bore!" 2819|We played with him, and he was my brother dear, 2819|"The Big M Big Bore," and "The Big M Big Bore." 2819|It's come to be a-glorifying; 2819|I see a man among his women lovely; 2819|They make a mist to hide the man that I love; 2819|It's come to be a-glorifying; 2819|I see a man among his women lovely, 2819|And it's well. Behold the land of the Sun! 2819|Behold all the cornfield and the water-mill! 2819|The world is mine! They tell me 2819|The years will wear them far; 2819|The years are mine--they have wore me. 2819|I have put their dust in my brain, 2819|My spirit in my hands, 2819|In a sack have I laid them all, 2819|They are mine now, mine now, mine now, 2819|My love, my love, my love, 2819|I am thine now, I am thine now, 2819|I am thine now, I am thine now, 2819|And the land of their love is mine! 2819|My heart is thine, I can see it, 2819|My life--my life--my life, 2819|Love has given it thee, give it me, 2819|It is thine now with its wings. 2819|I am thine, I am thine, I am thine now, 2819|I am thine now, I am thine now, 2819|The world is thine--it will listen. 2819|The world gives it its love from above, 2819|My love, my love, my love, 2819|It takes, and it brings it, and it gives. 2819|I would give all, and I'd give all to be 2819|My own Love, my life, my life, 2819|My own Love, my spirit, my life now, 2819|My own Love, my spirit now. 2819|I'd give my face God-made to wear His smile, 2819|Mine eyes He sealed with grace divine, 2819|Mine ears His music should bear within, 2819|My hands God's blessing to impart. 2819|My heart's desire I'd give to be God's child, 2819|My life would give my life all unregarded, 2819|My very breath I'd give for one sigh, 2819|My very spirit would give for to live, 2819|My very body my life should give up, 2819|That my love God's love--mine own, mine own, 2819|My spirit heart's breath--bestow on her so. 2819|I'd give the flowers within me all I hold 2819|To take her face and sway it from my own, 2819|I'd give the gold within me all I wear, 2819|And her body, with God's blessing now, 2819|She should wear with love to her very core, 2819|With God's blessing I give--I love her so! 2819|We'll go a-mowing in the corn-field, ma and pa, 2819|And I'll go riding on the hunt, Ma and Pa. 2819|A little house and a little yard, ma and pa, 2819|A bed of humble, lowly growth; 2819|And we'll go wandering in the corn-field, ma and pa, 2819|And we'll go riding on the hunt, Ma and Pa. 2819|We will have lands, and we'll have houses, and we'll have wives, 2819|And our children shall all keep order, 2819|And we'll have wealth, and we'll have beauty, and we'll have peace, 2819|And our hearts shall all be glad, Ma and Pa. 2819|We will have pleasures and we'll have sorrows, and we'll have smiles 2819|and tears; 2819|We will have heat and cold, and we'll have weeping, and drink-- 2819|Of _whiskey_ that shall go ======================================== SAMPLE 35430 ======================================== 9889|And then, when the "Ding a ding!" came through, 9889|He cried, "What a dog! my dear, how droll!" 9889|But, as the clock struck one, he leaped to the floor 9889|And, while the clock struck twelve, he laughed in his glee 9889|With a great big "Huzza!" to the people that gathered all round 9889|The door of his mother's room at even. 9889|"We love you, dear father," she said, 9889|"And your love is as keen as a pair of sharp scissors; 9889|We've only one hour to wait, so why should we stay? 9889|Take heart, my dear, but it may not be long 9889|Before we reach the little village of Little Rhyme." 9889|At this, the old man stood up and shouted, 9889|"There's little, and no, there be all; 9889|But there be a lot, and there be a little, 9889|And a lot there be not one and nix! 9889|And we must speak the language of Little Rhyme 9889|Whilst in our house it never's too late. 9889|And, oh, ye little, ah, ye little! 9889|Oh, and a holly for your crown!" 9889|Then there was laughter, jesting and gossip 9889|And little, ah, there was gossip; 9889|And little and ah there was little 9889|But had some wisdom to bring. 9889|And the last and the the only time of it being dark in the room 9889|"Good-bye! Good-bye!" was all he said. 9889|"Good-bye!" he cried, by the light of the mantel-candle. 9889|And if there's one thing that the little children know, oh, there's 9889|And there be a lot, and there be not one, 9889|And a lot there be not one, 9889|But a lot or not one and nix! 9889|And I, a little sad, oh, 9889|Knew not what my fate, till it died,-- 9889|For little the pity for any that's born, in the end. 9889|And, oh, oh! my fortune-- 9889|So sad-sweet it was! 9889|For it was sad in a way. 9889|And I was proud of it, and oh, 9889|I thought,--I, _forgot_ the little that I'd always have; 9889|And I was proud of it, but I _would_ have had a lot more, 9889|And, oh, what to do, 9889|For when I said I'd have my mother's little, I meant my father's 9889|And 'twas sad in the way, 9889|For what should I say or do 9889|But what to leave down, like my father--and with nothing of mine. 9889|And, oh, what to do? 9889|A good-by! Good-bye! 9889|And I was glad, I'm sure, to be off the road, and leave the 9889|house all tideless on the hill. 9889|And I was glad, ah, and I'm sure I was glad with a laugh on my 9889|laugh-out-throat; 9889|For there was, like a shadow, 9889|A little, little, rosy smile, 9889|And on my ear there ran the happy, trite old rhyme: 9889|"Good-bye! Good-bye!" as I rode away 9889|from Little Rhyme! 9889|But, though the sun is up, and the road is bare, 9889|And a star that glows, and the little, little, little hill, 9889|It is a sad road that has never a happy ending; 9889|So I will lie a little little while and sleep, and when 9889|I get to sleep I'll dream in my slumber 9889|That I am riding at last and riding 9889|back to Little Rhyme. 9889|And there'll be my father and mother, 9889|And the children that were dear to them; 9889|And I will kiss their little boy upstart, 9889|And I'll kiss and tell them I ======================================== SAMPLE 35440 ======================================== 2732|The babbler and the flint; 2732|Then on he has to go, 2732|To make his clay as white 2732|As the little bit of clay 2732|That in our Mother's womb. 2732|Ah! gentle Mother, say, 2732|Will you hear a little child, 2732|Who sits so humbly forth? 2732|(It is our Mother I mean!) 2732|Will you hear him pray? 2732|Then hear him sing, when all 2732|Hush'd around his feet 2732|A silver cloud of snow, 2732|Like silver flakes of sea, 2732|The hills are all ablaze, 2732|A golden glory shine 2732|O'er the green roof of yore, 2732|The long-remembered room, 2732|Where the old folks say they sleep, 2732|Shines as once it glowed-- 2732|Where, with a smile and bow, 2732|A friendly old lady came 2732|(O old folks, I have been graced) 2732|To bring him, with a kiss, 2732|To hold within his hand 2732|That little bundle of me, 2732|(Holds little bundle of white) 2732|Now take him to your heart, 2732|And, gentle old folks, be 2732|Joyful, and gentle, and kind, 2732|Let your old faces stand 2732|A mile apart-- 2732|In your old wisdom sown, 2732|O, your wisdom is old! 2732|(Old folks, I am fair to see!) 2732|Will you make your heart a part 2732|Of something--anything-- 2732|Will you take a part? 2732|For the old folks say 2732|"It's a wonder deed 2732|God's blessing is bestowing! 2732|They shall not work or play 2732|Till he shall come to hear." 2732|Oh, the old folks say "Nay," 2732|To my wondering child; 2732|"He is come to hear." 2732|Is the old folks happy--say, 2732|Have you a father now; 2732|If your father's no man like mine, 2732|Ah, you're welcome here! 2732|(Old folks, I have been graced) 2732|They say I'll have to go, 2732|But, do you know, I am just such a little little thing as a toad can be." 2732|"A wonder way to go!" 2732|And he has to go; 2732|"And I must have the key; 2732|And make me come up now!" 2732|The way's so glad and glad, 2732|And the road's so glad and glad, 2732|When a man goes his ways, 2732|And makes his fortunes, 2732|A weary road, and glad. 2732|The way's so glad and glad, 2732|When a man gets up now! 2732|The way's so great and grand, 2732|And the road's so grand and grand, 2732|When a child's of such a size, 2732|As a donkey may be, 2732|Or a peacock, if he be big, 2732|Or a lily so white, 2732|So lovely and fair: 2732|The way's so grand and grand, 2732|When a child of such a size 2732|As a half-horse would be much too small, my child. 2732|The way's so grand and grand, 2732|When a child of such a size 2732|As a horse may be much too large, my child. 2732|The white way comes when a child 2732|Goes the way he did then-- 2732|The grand way follows that child's foot, 2732|By his side and in his eye. 2732|For he goes not back again, 2732|And the way he did then; 2732|But the grand way follows that child's face, 2732|By his side and in his eye. 2732|A little child was sitting on a bush, 2732|Swinging and rocking, 2732|One day he heard the bush-bird singing, 2732|And he knew ======================================== SAMPLE 35450 ======================================== 21|By a strange and unseen influence 2150|Within her frame was felt to abound 2150|From that first visitation of love, 2150|Which made her lips their silent message tell 2150|Of such affection in their tone 2150|As scarce the world had ear heard yet; 2150|To his own inner spirit, which she 2150|She laid her hand upon his heart, 2150|And breathed a first sweet fervour in his soul, 2150|That he in spirit and in heart 2150|Would be all love and passion again. 2150|How much more was there breathed in him 2150|By that invisible influence? 2150|How changed, how breathed into his soul, 2150|When she laid soft her spirit in his heart, 2150|And breathed in spirit, and in heart! 2150|He was first kindled into life 2150|When, from the silent night of death, 2150|He heard the first faint steps of the moon, 2150|And saw her radiant in the glade 2150|Ere yet the sun was overpast. 2150|He was then initiated 2150|Into the sacred mysteries 2150|Of life and love; and thus attested 2150|The high and unalterable laws, 2150|Which govern all that move or move not; 2150|As if a force were in his breast 2150|That, in his soul, had breathed and dwelt, 2150|And from his soul was transmuted. 2150|His spirit went to meet the coming sun 2150|In every thought, and every thought 2150|Was changed to living substance. With more joy 2150|It found itself surrounding, cheering, stirring. 2150|What then it brought to pass, I need not tell. 2150|It made him bold in every part 2150|To live and die a part of man, 2150|And in his will, like father, bold 2150|To take it in his own good time. 2150|His death in a strange season left him 2150|But few and scant possessions. 'Twas then, 2150|With all his cares and annoys, 2150|Life took him off from his loved home; 2150|No more than evening meal and star, 2150|Or half-price meat and wholesome grass, 2150|Or hay and straw and little store 2150|Of book or toy, or boxwood branch, 2150|Or any thing that pleasures thrill. 2150|But when he woke again, it was now 2150|Life's everlasting jubilee; 2150|A joy, a mirth, a festal din 2150|Sounded from roof to roof along, 2150|Each word with laughter sounding merrily. 2150|He heard the happy children, blithe 2150|As young men with a sense of fun, 2150|Laughing at the wild-flower nest, 2150|And the blue-jay's caw, along the lan' 2150|Gleaming in a field of clover. 2150|He heard the little birds make airs 2150|Like to our own, which are so sweet. 2150|He saw, as in a dream, the moon 2150|And all its silver light, like glass, 2150|Trod over with its radiant feet; 2150|And all the air grew heavy with gold. 2150|All seemed transfigured with the moon 2150|And by her brightness. He awoke; 2150|Sudden he saw new beauty shine 2150|In face and form and gesture, too, 2150|And with a sense of joy and loss, 2150|He knew at once, awoke to weep. 2150|'Twas Beauty who made all this bright, 2150|'Twas Beauty, he knew not how 2150|Could he repine that he was blind? 2150|For there must be a way, and thence 2150|Beauty came to him, clothed in air, 2150|A silver-budded Spring-minted fairy-- 2150|He knew his own beauty first, I deem; 2150|For Beauty is a joy that springs 2150|From pure devotion and true love, 2150|And that, at least, his heart could fill. 2150|A sweet and holy spirit was she 2150|Within her self and body. She grew 2150|As ======================================== SAMPLE 35460 ======================================== 1365|All the world was but the fickle moonlight, 1365|And the sea was only a dream; 1365|There was sorrow even in the stars. 1365|O'er all that life and death could bring 1365|And change and change and change was sure, 1365|But when the heart was wronged it was 1365|"This was love made right,--the lost was found." 1365|Tears fell like the waves that roll and fall 1365|O'er the poor flower that breaks in the sun. 1365|But the flower is grown in a week for the 1365|heart in the wilderness that waits, 1365|Where the sunshine fades and the wild winds shriek, 1365|And the rain drives down. 1365|There is neither weeping nor grieving, 1365|there is silence enough for sorrow; 1365|love, 1365|It is only a word is spoken, 1365|it is only a line is written, 1365|And a bird and a leaf are swept away; 1365|but the tale 1365|That goes from the past to the future, 1365|With the life of the past in its train, 1365|Is as true as a leaf in Eden, 1365|And sweet as sweet in a dream. 1365|The little children in the street 1365|Do not look a while to see 1365|What strange sight may be their way, 1365|And pass as blithe and gay away. 1365|And who shall now inform them why?-- 1365|The morning is dark and grey, 1365|But with a smile it makes them wake, 1365|And all the world begins again. 1365|And yet the joys of Earth will cease 1365|Ere many days and many ways 1365|Are explored by many hours; 1365|Ere from Earth's garden joyous, 1365|In crowds they shall go forth again. 1365|There lives in me, my Lord. 1365|I shall not die, though I shall be old; 1365|For the love that I can find 1365|In my sweet Master, shall live me long. 1365|I shall not see my Father's face 1365|With tears and sighs at every door; 1365|But with his word I shall endure, 1365|Though in great pain and dread, 1365|Until I know when he is there. 1365|I shall not feel his hand 1365|Pull my low shoulders down; 1365|With his will it shall be done, 1365|And I shall live to Him my Sire. 1365|The world is always dark, 1365|And many things appear 1365|That perplex and sadden me: 1365|All that is fair and bright, 1365|All that is noble, I fail in. 1365|And all the world, and all the things 1365|Is by his will unbound, 1365|But I shall not be undone; 1365|The only thing, alas! 1365|By his power I shall not do, 1365|Shall not be turned aside! 1365|The world is heavy, sad, 1365|And many I would be; 1365|God can do whate'er I wish, 1365|So I can bear it all 1365|To the end, though God may not save. 1365|But thou hast loved me, gentle heart, 1365|And thou art mine; 1365|The earth is full of kindly care, 1365|And the sweet skies keep watch above, 1365|And a voice, that seems to say, 1365|I shall keep the dark away 1365|Or, if you dare, I shall die. 1365|I saw the sea-winds sighing 1365|When the moon went down, 1365|Like gentle women that have lived 1365|And seen a great death near, 1365|But, though they loved you, loved you less. 1365|I heard their voices murmuring, 1365|And your sea-breezes sleeping, 1365|And felt a dimmish caress, 1365|And felt a strange disgrace upon your breast, 1365|As some poor girl that comes late 1365|Beneath the evening sky. 1365|But I shall sing no more of sadness, 1365|No more ======================================== SAMPLE 35470 ======================================== 28375|If, as my life was pass'd, I had not, on the lute 28375|Touched by your fingers and the softest tone, 28375|The gentle thoughts, and sooth'd so by delight, 28375|And all the tender things one sees--I'd pass 28375|My life in sighing, as I go to bed. 28375|But you, who can the least, can never do 28375|Your own, for all I can, and you are made. 28375|But I'll confess, though you were never mine, 28375|'Tis much the same, and so to be a man 28375|I made my song; when I have pass'd my life 28375|In sighing, as I go to bed; 28375|And as a man I will be, I trust, 28375|My own for those you see, or--how I know! 28375|But tell me, you and I, if we had all 28375|The strength, the pleasure, and the pleasure all 28375|We had indeed; if by a thousand ways 28375|We might grow mad, or proud, or gay 28375|To do what should not be, or what may still 28375|Be better--but we would be no better, then, 28375|Than weak and simple, as we were. 28375|If such a song should go to be a song, 28375|This could not well be said, that you and I 28375|Should know that we have gone; and that we knew 28375|The least what it should mean, or what may still 28375|Be better to us, than to be just as we are. 28375|The only reason what I say 28375|That I and you could do at once, is, 28375|Since no man knew that life were so good, 28375|That so little more, or nothing more, 28375|We could be happy at the same. 28375|The first great thing, then, that any man can do 28375|In this low state of this dark world of ours, 28375|Is to try, without being sad, to be as he. 28375|What then must we do when life shall be done? 28375|Go, find a man to tell us what is best, 28375|And then--to be as sad as he and you, 28375|And laugh at every sillier thing, and greet 28375|Good-night with smiles. For you and me both live 28375|The same without--and that is, in sad glee. 28375|And what if this should come to be the end? 28375|As I, when, at our last meeting, this 28375|Was all my life, and thought myself at least 28375|A man enough for one year, and not too many, 28375|I did not mind. I did not think myself 28375|All, all unloved, or unloving, or yet 28375|A fool among fools. I thought, though, that I 28375|Could not, or would not be just one blind fool. 28375|That I could see the world's eyes, and all its ways, 28375|And yet believe my own and stand a man. 28375|And when that faith grew out of sight, and I 28375|Dared, although I knew it not, to try and be 28375|The very thing I should have been, or thought 28375|That I had been, and yet not been, or thought 28375|That I should try to be, and yet not--all 28375|And all--do you know? There was the world's life. 28375|And therefore as I saw, as you know, 28375|And by the end I must not see, at last 28375|Some men may do as I--and there's no shame 28375|In being what they wish and cannot know-- 28375|Because I saw it, at last, the very time 28375|When life and all life's children must be met 28375|In the last battle of the universe. 28375|I might have died before I knew in sooth 28375|The joy and grief and all those awful signs 28375|That lie between and guard life's last end and birth; 28375|Or seen, by degrees, by passing hours, 28375|The last of all its friends, or--if they had 28375|Such joy--perhaps a ======================================== SAMPLE 35480 ======================================== 10493|And I got him to say 10493|That my love was such as to make me afraid. 10493|“O come in the rain, my dear!” 10493|I said, “we've many a cup 10493|To drain if we get wet, that's all.” 10493|“Where’er I go my dear, 10493|The house is so full, I think 10493|I’ll never make it back again. 10493|Yes, and you’ll miss me, 10493|You’ll never see me more. 10493|I’ve got a bad cold 10493|I think I’ve had for weeks since I came here.” 10493|“O come in the rain, my dear!” 10493|I said, “we’ve many a fear.” 10493|“I’ve got a sore for you, dear, 10493|There will be no tears shed from me to-day.” 10493|I got him to say 10493|That his face was like a stone, 10493|And his legs and arms and chest were thin, made-out. 10493|“I have been all day, 10493|I have been all day, 10493|I’ve carried up a load, 10493|And I’ve been standing up’st the sky.” 10493|I got him to say 10493|That it didn’t seem to matter much 10493|Which house he came in, 10493|That the same house would be bright and bright, 10493|Which house he left in, 10493|For the sky would still be clear and bright. 10493|But the wind was blowing wild. 10493|He had to go to bed 10493|And lie down on the ground. 10493|I got him to say 10493|He’d never do a thing. 10493|I got him to say 10493|That we’d see his old mates, 10493|And there they would be shining always. 10493|“Come with me, dear,” he said, 10493|“I have no more to say.” 10493|They were singing so loud there 10493|It must have blown the house. 10493|And it seemed to me as though they 10493|’d left me then too soon. 10493|Then I saw, dear, when I fell asleep, 10493|He’d come to see me soon: 10493|He’s coming back, he’s coming back.” 10493|I’ve had a fright 10493|For my wife and myself. 10493|A fellow had a wife, 10493|And it cost her his word. 10493|She made them fast 10493|When they came back from the war. 10493|Their young son 10493|Who then was a youngling, 10493|Was taken from them for good. 10493|He’s dead, dear, 10493|They have buried their darling young son. 10493|They went to the market 10493|And met a fellow, 10493|Whose mother was very poor, 10493|They gave him a bit of bread. 10493|They walked about, 10493|In the city of Khao At 10493|A little boy was born. 10493|He had a little spoon, 10493|With which to eat bread. 10493|I’ve had fright for him and myself, 10493|When it was laid to rest. 10493|When he went to school, 10493|He never knew to stay, 10493|Nor any one near him, 10493|He never could tell where. 10493|When, like a flash, 10493|He leapt up in the air, 10493|With a sudden loud clap, 10493|The schoolmaster he fell 10493|Before a flying ball. 10493|It flew over his head, 10493|It flew over his toe; 10493|One little stamp it makes, 10493|He’s hurt or sick with fright. 10493|When it was found 10493|That he was hit with that, 10493|The nurse at once took him 10493|And ======================================== SAMPLE 35490 ======================================== 1852|She looks at him with a pitying look which seems to say, 1852|"You have the most impertinent man for the best part your friend!" 1852|He is a great man indeed, with a mind and a will, 1852|Who knows no bounds on manhood's summits to make free; 1852|No less a man than a man can he know and declare, 1852|He is a man, to give, to act, or to save; 1852|So in his thought and in his deed, so in his word and deed, 1852|In the face of the world, in his conduct he is as free! 1852|And I can with all those many a man, with all those many a heart 1852|Which for him has been lavished, have written in light: 1852|But to live there is none finer and more content 1852|Than the love he shows to another, to bear to his wife 1852|The light and the caress; yet for his sake no light indeed. 1852|O, if 'tis not so, is it less so? I am glad 1852|That you have not the heart to tell me that if indeed 1852|This man who is great, like your Lord, is no less 1852|Than the great Lord in his wisdom? 1852|"I do not believe it." 1852|You will forgive me, sir, if I so believe. 1852|You will not believe, sir, that the poor heart of my friend 1852|Is less free, though, if freedom be then your right, 1852|You will hold that the little that is left to you 1852|Is more than freedom; but, in truth, you will say 1852|To the world your friendship cannot be more than that 1852|Which I hold--at least to all who claim it and bless 1852|Its blessings, as you have done in what appears to me 1852|A friendship of a very far different kind. 1852|I have heard him state in a word-chain of his own 1852|That which I know of no sense nor authority 1852|To compare, or indeed to even doubt with it: 1852|And, in truth, I do think, and of a truth that I hear 1852|From the heart of all men in their very selves, 1852|That this man's great work is much smaller, far less clear, 1852|Than that of which he compares, and calls its light. 1852|In this world, in this universe, do I hold? 1852|I who feel all things as I dream, know all things 1852|As I apprehend them, and, in their highest sense 1852|That which my sense compares, understand all men 1852|As they understand me. In this world, in this universe 1852|Is there one worthier, more supreme, or less blind 1852|To see things, know things, and give meaning to men? 1852|For one thing only, and that only, he knows and knows! 1852|One thing, and only one, he knows and knows! 1852|If he be worthier, I rather think so than not. 1852|And it may be he is: but the world must be free 1852|From the tyrant that reigns over us. Be our bliss! 1852|And what, for my friend, is freedom if not this? 1852|Which does he want? For if not this, how shall he want it? 1852|Behold in my hand, where in a crystal cup 1852|My good man lies, and has not more to do to-day? 1852|I tell you, sir, 'tis this: 1852|I see, I see 1852|That no man of mine, save you, 1852|Would be so impudent as to read that draught to-night. 1852|He hath quaffed it to-night. 1852|O, what a shame! 1852|He drinks it not, and, in so doing, he drinks, too, 1852|For ever: he drinks until he fears to lose it. 1852|Would he now drink? 1852|That I confess, 1852|He is lost by a want of more than his due, and so 1852|Shall drink all he has. I confess, I confess, 1852|I confess a love of the cup! ======================================== SAMPLE 35500 ======================================== 2334|What the blazes from the mouth 2334|In a swallow's quick, swift stir? 2334|We were glad to hear 2334|You had joined us to-day, 2334|But I wish I were dead. 2334|I hope it's something to do 2334|With your old brown jacket 2334|And your breeches patched together, 2334|And your hair--the same old curl-- 2334|And the scar I gave you when 2334|You came back from the war. 2334|We can't do without you still. 2334|We're not a long, long way 2334|From where we sat at the bar, 2334|So it's something to do. 2334|I hope it's something to do. 2334|You went and told the boss 2334|When I went to the war, 2334|He took me to his office 2334|And cut my pay--so it's 2334|Something to do. 2334|I hope it's something to do. 2334|There's something we can do 2334|This year, I like to see; 2334|Hire a lumbering clerk-- 2334|It sounds like work to me, 2334|And it's something to do. 2334|I look at your arms again, 2334|And the way your face is set; 2334|It's something to do. 2334|I wish I were dead. 2334|I dream that one of you 2334|Has got a wife or grandchild, 2334|That's the luck of the life 2334|We can do without now. 2334|I wish I were dead. 2334|You talk of a man and wife; 2334|How kind it was of you 2334|To let your life go by 2334|So calmly, and to spare 2334|The trouble of having to tell 2334|Your dream to their children. 2334|And as you lay on that cold dead bed 2334|With that sick face like a ghost, 2334|I think of the way our children used 2334|To share their father's joys, 2334|When they could stand and stare at their mother's face: 2334|A baby's face, their father's all-gloria, 2334|A baby's face that once was cheerful. 2334|They used to laugh at such things, you know: 2334|To-day I scarcely dare to smile. 2334|You talk of how in the old days 2334|To help them when they prayed, 2334|And pray with the Angels three times a-day, 2334|And then 2334|To leave the house where they ran wild; 2334|And still they can't get enough of 2334|Their mother's face, of all things there. 2334|You talk of how that father 2334|Would often pray for them 2334|With the face before him, even 2334|Before the lamp-lights crept 2334|Around the end of the day 2334|That kept them all the day 2334|In the little room in the attic. 2334|If prayer would help them now, 2334|It would not be made all day 2334|In the old day-times, that's true,-- 2334|It would be made all the hour, 2334|When the fire burned bright, 2334|When the wind blew loud, 2334|When the rain was loud . . . 2334|It should not be kept for an hour 2334|Before a child might come 2334|Home from playing: that might 2334|Seem long. 2334|Oh, what a long and heavy day 2334|To help a child to sleep! 2334|And how to help a child to pray, 2334|A little child who might not fain 2334|Turn to the angels three, 2334|Who have all their days to pray 2334|In the little room in the attic! 2334|They might talk in tongues a little child's age, 2334|They might pray the old prayers round the home-ground; 2334|They'd know the new and holy prayers of right, 2334|So we'd go home and rest--ah, nevermore! 2334|They might love the Mother of our Grief 2334|By the old wooden stairs, ======================================== SAMPLE 35510 ======================================== 42051|When, over seas of foam and crashing 42051|The thunder of our ships is sounding, 42051|And all the earth is stirred in living 42051|By music of the war-praised seaman,-- 42051|I will be here; 42051|And when the darkness sleeps upon 42051|Its altar of the sea, and all the air 42051|Is still, 42051|The sea will hear.... 42051|The sea will hear.... 42051|I will be here, the sea will close 42051|Its doors to all but one last cry of pain 42051|From my lips, 42051|As anguish of the year-long quest. 42051|I, who have won the prize of the sea, 42051|Will find no more love to my lips! 42051|Alas, they are not ours. They pass; 42051|They are not ours. For the last love-sigh 42051|We drew from the soul of him we loved, 42051|For this sweet death-doomed night with him, 42051|And now for a long day's space we sleep. 42051|Farewell! What though the wind be moaning, 42051|The rain hath broken on our faces. 42051|We, that had gone with life like flowers, 42051|We, that had given our hearts to music, 42051|We, that had loved in all its beauty, 42051|We shall not go with him again, 42051|Nor ever more come down again 42051|To the night of stars that never grieve, 42051|Red and dark as a grave, and dead. 42051|We ride no more through the gloom of the world. 42051|We ride no more o'er the misty sea-sands, 42051|Where the last rose-flowers of our days are, 42051|We ride no more with the winds of the world, 42051|To the light of the sunless lands; 42051|Not as the sun-gleams light up the skies, 42051|Not in the moonbeams glitter and burn, 42051|But in the world of the night that's born of thee. 42051|We ride no more to the sea-fields cold; 42051|We turn not to the north or west. 42051|But we come riding, ever we come, 42051|On the wings of the great star-crowded sea, 42051|The world of the light that gleams and gleams, 42051|Red as its blood-red heart, and dead. 42051|A long-forgotten man, 42051|Who came, in the years gone by, 42051|To seek his destiny. 42051|His face--the man's face, 42051|His fingers and his lips, 42051|His fingers and his lips, 42051|As of a master-mind, 42051|Stretched slowly on each side. 42051|We know that it was one 42051|Of the people whom we mourn, 42051|And one of the peoples who died, 42051|And who had passed, and, long years hence, 42051|To us went slowly, from the earth, 42051|The long, long years passed through. 42051|From the earth they came. 42051|From the earth they came, 42051|So long it was years 42051|Since he whom we behold 42051|Palely kneeling by our side, 42051|Had ever moved. 42051|By the hand stretched sideways, 42051|By the lips still trembling, 42051|By the eyes closed, 42051|They who would make their prayer 42051|Were dead. 42051|He came to the door. 42051|We knew all his deeds and his deeds, 42051|We knew, too, the world's applause 42051|Of his life-blood, and the deeds 42051|His life-blood stained. 42051|All the old hopes we had, 42051|And one new hope of hope, 42051|The hope of the new life 42051|The soul of him knew: 42051|Our old hopes were all for naught; 42051|We sought him--he was none of us. 42051|We came, for a moment, 42051|Into a dream; 42051|The man was grown, and a man; 42051| ======================================== SAMPLE 35520 ======================================== 25340|"_I_ wish I were the Godlike Bard 25340|Who once, in a distant clime, 25340|Made Nature's lyre his own." 25340|_So_, at length, he came to his end, 25340|When all the rest had flown; 25340|He, to whom Nature gave 25340|Nature's laws, was made in vain. 25340|O, ye who in this Eden dwell, 25340|And he who in the wilderness, 25340|Through human life shall see again 25340|The love of God and Nature's charm! 25340|Where should the sage or patriot dare 25340|His soul on Nature's plan to move? 25340|For Nature's life is all for power 25340|And pomp and fancy, and for pride. 25340|All, all are slaves to human pride: 25340|All must be chary of that power: 25340|The fool beneath the wise is lord: 25340|Pomp, and dominion, and the like, 25340|To God are but the masks to man; 25340|He can so alter when he will, 25340|And rule, and be most fair at night! 25340|He's as a lion, in the night, 25340|And, whether waking or asleep, 25340|To mews will hurl them as he will, 25340|Or, if a storm comes, to arms will ride! 25340|'Tis his to love them by a law. 25340|"Yet, though he be a slave," 'twill be said, 25340|But when the mind is purified 25340|Or purified the heart is strong: 25340|So, when the man grows holy-wise, 25340|From all man's falsehood he is free! 25340|What, though he see with eye serene 25340|That face of savage ghastliness? 25340|'Tis in some monstrous and uncanny way 25340|That beauty is a tyrant,-- 25340|Her heart the earth's ashen ruin is: 25340|'Tis in some drear and lonely glen, 25340|Where wild woods shrivelled stand, 25340|Where lizards, shadows, and gnomes arise, 25340|And where, against the midnight sky, 25340|All night is white with the great moon's sphere, 25340|The tyrant Beauty reigneth there. 25340|He loves the earth, he calls it heavenly light, 25340|And bids her fair empire spread her wings 25340|Along the deeps below; 25340|But she doth none of these things understand, 25340|Her heart is cold as stone,-- 25340|For Beauty is a form of hell and clay,[v] 25340|And Beauty hath a will of clay. 25340|Her cheek is livid, her eye doth weep, 25340|For pity when she sees a frown: 25340|Her voice,[w] though sweet and sweet, is full of woe, 25340|When it calls back the broken heart: 25340|Her voice is filled with wail, and empty is, 25340|Her cheek, like the old sea-shell,[wv] when full of rain; 25340|Her hand is white as the moon, and yet she shakes, 25340|Her eyes are cold as the frozen sky; 25340|Her voice is filled with wail, and empty is, 25340|For Beauty doth rule the broken heart. 25340|She fills her head with a dark and darkle shade, 25340|For Beauty is a form of clay,-- 25340|And hath a will of clay, and hearts of stone, 25340|And is a tyrant tyrant o'er the heart, 25340|And in their heart her sway 25340|Of will is deep. 25340|And the heart in its place 25340|Is still, and the Will that the will engenders 25340|Is still, though the man be made 25340|Of stones, and the stone still, when the heart is stone. 25340|Her eyes, like the old sea-shell, are set 25340|Where the rocks are deep,-- 25340|And they seem yet to be 25340|Of the shell--and the sea--and the starlight that lies there! 25340|Her hands are green from their cradle of stone, 25340|And their fingers, though thin and ======================================== SAMPLE 35530 ======================================== 845|And I have no word to say. You know 845|I'm not a little kind of an old dog in the head; 845|But even in the darkest hour of grief I'll stand, 845|And watch the tears begin to trickle from the eyes, 845|And pray, while the whole head sinks back in a sigh, 845|That all this darkness which shrouded all my day 845|May pass in a golden shadow, and return. 845|When I was but a little child, my dear, 845|In the land of Gilead, 845|There came a beautiful, wonderful child, 845|Who had both strength and wisdom, 845|And was all our little child could be, 845|Till we could help her make her love a vow. 845|She prayed, all the day, and the night too, 845|That we the dear, dear lord of the land of Gilead 845|Should help her to take the vow. 845|"This is enough!" she cried, "you must go back; 845|I am tired of this pain--only stay awhile!" 845|We listened, but the hours flew by: 845|Her little arms bent low o'er the bed. 845|We thought that a little peace would bring 845|Bliss--would bring her rest. 845|"Take the vow!" she cried--her hands together clasped, 845|Her hair all tangled up in the braids, 845|Her eyes bent down and sad, her face against the pillows,-- 845|Her eyes that seemed on earth to stare with sadness and pain, 845|My boy, I think she loved you so, 845|And she will love you till your last breath shall fade, 845|Or until the world is thrown to the flames. 845|I know what you will say, dear heart-- 845|That the world is no place for you, 845|And that the sunbeams dim 845|Will fade from your beautiful face. 845|But I have prayed my prayers to Mary's Son-- 845|That, through all the coming years, 845|That the heart's most sad tears 845|May be all the brightness there. 845|You have no grief in your tender eyes, 845|Your cheeks are like the dawn. 845|No sigh in your voice, my boy, 845|Your name has never said 845|A thing to make me weary-- 845|This life of pain and sin. 845|But if your hands should gather mine 845|A garland of old cares, 845|And our eyes close in the night-- 845|I know what then you will say; 845|I have prayed the long hours, 845|I know what sorrow you will bear, 845|And that you will feel nothing sad, 845|In this great world. 845|I love the world beyond the sea, 845|And I would give everything 845|I am to live for the world, 845|And be its only child. 845|For if the world goes up and down 845|The way it does below, 845|If it go up to the desert and down the highway to the forest, 845|Then, dear boy, then, my little child, 845|There is the world to lose! 845|The world I would not gladly leave 845|If that were all to give, 845|But to give half the world's wealth away! 845|Dear child, I do not know how I loved you 845|So many years, 845|With such a burning love for a girl 845|Whose years 845|Have but begun to range. 845|When I was all of those dark-eyed girls, 845|With our eyes so close 845|To the things in life that dwell within 845|Their light and glory, 845|My eyes, though in that world to dwell, 845|Were more for understanding 845|Then for seeing. 845|I may not know, I confess, 845|How many kisses you gave in joys 845|That never die, 845|I may not know, I'm so bereft 845|Of that warm clinging love and glory, 845|I may not know ======================================== SAMPLE 35540 ======================================== 34298|He knew the life the Muse had won; 34298|The soul that had defied the power; 34298|The glory that had led the van; 34298|The joy to know that they were _All_. 34298|What if the earth should close them now 34298|And the deep night its darkness close? 34298|What if the moon should come to wane? 34298|What if the stars shall hear her cry, 34298|And answer,--_There sits Hope's child_? 34298|There is a soul that seeks 34298|The star-moved path to light, 34298|Where souls, to whom the sun 34298|Ne'er led the pathway thither, 34298|Meet their Maker's eyes alone. 34298|I know it,--by the sun 34298|When that fair world shall die! 34298|Yet shall the soul, a gleam, 34298|Shine in the twilight dim, 34298|To that deep night return. 34298|It is but as the night 34298|Comes round a starless brow, 34298|Or, in the storm of birth, 34298|Pierces when the star is gone; 34298|But when the light has passed 34298|Up to His face, it fades. 34298|When, lo! the stars are one; 34298|And--there, the path is plain! 34298|'Tis but a star of morn, 34298|Fade into the evening gray; 34298|Far, far away the way? 34298|The earth too soon is ours, 34298|Her joys are not for us; 34298|Our joys--the stars that speak 34298|In music all sublime. 34298|How strange, by mountain and vale, 34298|When day is fled and dead, 34298|When the night holds forth its hand, 34298|When all is dark and still, 34298|The stars seem one, to smile; 34298|There's but a star that speaks, 34298|And the night--the skies. 34298|Where the winds of Heaven 34298|On the summer night wait, 34298|And the stars in silence shine, 34298|As the lark from heaven heere; 34298|How in summer night 34298|The windle-bird will sing, 34298|And the stars will look 34298|From heaven on life below. 34298|Or the dew-dreaming crape 34298|In the dusk will cling and cling, 34298|And the night bring forth in May 34298|A garland ripe and green; 34298|From a garden-lot 34298|It's God's green come down. 34298|I have left the haunts of men 34298|For this wild scene I know, 34298|Though sometimes on the grass I stray 34298|And hear the mirthful chatter. 34298|A wind-girt land, o'ergrown 34298|With wildest thickets wild, 34298|Where the wild bird, far from its nest, 34298|In lonely solitude sings. 34298|The lark has left his nest 34298|To soar on heaven's wing, 34298|And the stars are watch of moon and sun, 34298|The night are watch of day. 34298|O'er the blue fields I'll pass, 34298|And from the woody dell 34298|The woods of mignonette will cry 34298|In the light of our kiss. 34298|For me, the woods will still 34298|And listen to my vow, 34298|And from the cedars at my feet 34298|The wind will softly steal. 34298|And then--with eyes as still 34298|As o'er the ocean's foam, 34298|And lips as soft and blue as the brine, 34298|And laughing as I go, 34298|With brow as gay as the firths of sky, 34298|And eyes as bright as the morn-- 34298|My heart will light as the sea 34298|The heart of man to bless. 34298|I will leave them all behind, 34298|The hope, the joy, the love, 34298|That now from me all estranged, 34298|In their high hope shall soar; 34298 ======================================== SAMPLE 35550 ======================================== 1746|In her own heart the good and wise, 1746|Her heart is hard and stubborn, 1746|Yet she will not go her way, 1746|But the wise are not so wise 1746|Nor the good so hard; 1746|For their feet will stumble, 1746|Their thoughts will stray, 1746|But she sits upright 1746|Alone within the door, 1746|While the wise look in, and see 1746|They do it not, as they would; 1746|But she has gone to the last door, 1746|Alone with her great store, 1746|And her soul is so sweet and white 1746|Of the treasure therein, 1746|That her eyes will flash forth fire; 1746|And, like lightning, there will flash 1746|A flame from her soul beyond, 1746|As her eyes flash forth light; 1746|And she knows that even so, 1746|And that they are not blind 1746|By what her soul may say; 1746|Yet she stands, firm and calm, 1746|Alone in her chamber, 1746|So she turns the great gates, 1746|The door of the door of gold, 1746|To the other side of the world! 1746|'The sun is sinking low; 1746|And the clouds are in the west, 1746|And the wild winds come keen and short, 1746|And the rain dashes down, and the wind, 1746|The rain, the rain! 1746|All night the roadies slept: 1746|Sleep, roadies, sleep at last! 1746|All night the horses shod 1746|With oiled silver spurs, 1746|And the horses trotted wary 1746|With eyelets firmly threaded, 1746|And the bridles staked full oft 1746|To the silver thwarts! 1746|And as the sun grew bright 1746|From the silver plating, 1746|The wild wind shrieked with anguish, 1746|And the wild horses wailed. 1746|"Come, roadies, get you out, 1746|For the sun is low!" 1746|The bridegroom came on, in green, in gold. 1746|The bridegroom made her bed 1746|With his red hand on her lips, 1746|And his gold hand on her brow, 1746|And his green hand upon her chin. 1746|And so to his dream he went, 1746|With his green hand on her eye, 1746|And his red hand, that shone like fire, 1746|Over her lips and her cheeks. 1746|In the dream he kissed her hair 1746|And his purple lips upon her brow: 1746|And with kisses sweet and strong, 1746|He kissed the bridegroom there. 1746|To his dream she rose, and sat 1746|For an instant on her bed 1746|That rose high in the sky, 1746|While the pale green night hung round. 1746|To his dream she rose, and said, "Dear, dear, 1746|The sun is low. 1746|"The fire-flies shine and glisten 1746|On the lawns where the grasses are soft, 1746|And the trees, in the linden shade, 1746|Shiver with the cold rain now; 1746|And the lilies of Bos upon the slope 1746|Are wetted by the sun to shades, 1746|And the grasses, and the lilies! 1746|In the meadow the wrens are flying, 1746|The milk-white rose-bud, with red-and-white flower, 1746|On the hill sees she no blossoming lark, 1746|Nor any bird that seeks the sun! 1746|But the white rose hangs on the tree, 1746|It hangs in the meadow so green, 1746|The trees have shed it across the road, 1746|Like a tear into the sky. 1746|O dear child, the white rose hangs on the tree, 1746|And I think of a little room, 1746|Wherein the white rose grew, and blossomed fair, 1746|When Love was young and Joy was true! 1746|O little red brassy bird, 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 35560 ======================================== 1057|Where is the woman that can feel my voice, 1057|And love the dear old heart that once she had? 1057|O dear old heart! I love it more than life, 1057|Or woman, child, or man, since you are dead, 1057|For once it thrilled beneath mine old green scarf: 1057|There was no night or no day since, you were 1057|Just any old wife sitting in her chair, 1057|And my heart goes out to you, dead or alive, 1057|For your sake and for mine and for all's besides 1057|That the world could show me and not mock me: 1057|I would not have you fade as I fade, 1057|For the world goes up and cometh at last 1057|And nothing yet remains to you or me 1057|Save a little worn-out, love-struck word 1057|On a paper-covered shelf beside the fire, 1057|And a little less than that for you and me. 1057|And when the world's too far away for us, 1057|Then let us keep this room alive for you, 1057|And fill the little gap with loving tears, 1057|And give for you the love for which you died 1057|On the last day of a life that seemed so wrong. 1057|We've passed a thousand lives since then, and one 1057|Has grown old and died and passed away, 1057|And they, at last, can tell whether true 1057|Was the love that once they felt for you and me. 1057|O, let not fear be in our hearts lest to-day 1057|We know the hour too late, and hear too late 1057|The warning voice that told us not to trust 1057|The old love that is all forgotten now. 1057|For we have grown too fond of old and false, 1057|And only live to lead us back to love, 1057|And when we are asleep, we dream that you 1057|Are far away, and this one world is all. 1057|--This love is lost that in life we bore, 1057|In death shall rest where it would live again, 1057|And I but fade and pass away to die 1057|Or think you still the same to all but me. 1057|O, love that once I had--or else forget-- 1057|Let this old love live on for me, at least, 1057|And in our dream of peace forget pain, 1057|Or let it die with us, and never grow old, 1057|Even though it bring us pain in the morning 1057|When we walk with our old eyes closed at night. 1058|Lines written in a Lunger's Carver's Pamphlets for his 1058|Lines written in a Lunger's Carver's Pamphlets for his 1058|Thoughts on the Present State of the World. 1058|The Year's End. A Lunger's Tale. 1058|Tales from the Hungry Road. A Ballad. 1058|The Hungry Road. A Ballad. 1058|Dinah's House. A Ballad. 1058|The Hungry Road. A Ballad. 1058|A Ballad. A Ballad. 1058|A New Year's Song about a Lion. 1058|Dinah's House. A Ballad. 1058|"To-morrow's sun shall shine, 1058|To-morrow's moon shall gleam, 1058|And you are happy and free 1058|In the Land of Snow and Rain." 1058|--"If I should go I should weary you, my dear, 1058|And you might faint and break your heart therein, my dear." 1058|Lines written in a Lunger's Carriage's Tale. 1058|The Traveller's Song. A Ballad. 1058|The Traveller's Song. A Ballad. 1058|Lines engraved on an Abbey Gate. 1058|Lines engraved on a Horse's Head. 1058|Lines engraved on a Horse's Head. 1058|A Song re-written in Wind and Wine. 1058|The King's Own Trot. A Ballad. 1058|The King's Own Trot. A Ballad. 1058| ======================================== SAMPLE 35570 ======================================== 35991|Your eyes are like the night. Is it because 35991|You are a woman of fifty, the time 35991|Falls quick, the world grows weary? You've known 35991|The sun and the wind and the rain, the heat 35991|At dawn, the cold at sunset, the flies 35991|On you and the flies upon you and the dust 35991|And the odour of the little street. Have you 35991|Enjoyed these things? Have you been content 35991|With the little space in the dusty street, 35991|The rattle of wheels and the grinding hoof 35991|Upon the road? Have you passed the time 35991|With your thoughts on the beach at Los Angeles, 35991|With your thoughts on the sand and the tides, 35991|The great white waves, and the wild white cliffs? 35991|No, it is this: if you could be free 35991|Of the little streets which are your life, 35991|Your dream, your life, you would have more to give 35991|Than that dream could make you, less be a slave 35991|To what you would have others give the most. 35991|Go where you will--but you have been encouraged 35991|To be more like a man, and to feel 35991|More in tune with the world, and to go 35991|Among these strangers who are here to live 35991|Because you came, in spite of your fear, 35991|A woman. I say it's a shame, more shame 35991|Then any, if you follow your fate. 35991|I'm not so old as you, or so young, 35991|But I'm twenty-three. I've seen more girls 35991|In my life than you have seen, but I 35991|Don't understand you, do you? 35991|Well, I can't be a man 35991|Who comes into this world with freedom given 35991|To see it. I could never help but see 35991|This country, with its little roads and drains, 35991|Its little homes, the little houses, little streets 35991|And little houses, have of men as much 35991|As these poor little streets and this small city, 35991|The only reason why you are alive," 35991|The attorney said again. 35991|"You are a girl, you say?" 35991|I asked again. 35991|"What's your opinion in this matter?" 35991|"My judgment's a little dim. I think 35991|"I'll have it known 35991|That I believe this man's a thief and a murderer 35991|With knowledge tainted and with evil act 35991|Proscribed. I think he's got his share 35991|Of what in him's good, let's say, I don't know, 35991|For he has something in him, he knows 35991|The world, and in the world there's nothing good-- 35991|Only, I know it, you will admit; 35991|But you can't help believing he knows 35991|The best of things, knows the one thing sure, 35991|The most of things, and understands a hundred 35991|By the grace of God. These who go to prison 35991|And serve their time are men; and in truth 35991|The only thing the men they serve who die 35991|Is to save souls and make them happy here. 35991|This murderer's a thief--so let him serve 35991|His time--he may be saved. The fact has been 35991|Published in the _Times_; and it stands to reason 35991|You will have it read that way. These men 35991|Who serve their time, are men. I say this-- 35991|If any one is a murderer and thief, 35991|Let him be tried, let him be tried. The law 35991|Will make its verdict--he's not to be denied." 35991|"Well," said the lawyer, "there is this woman, 35991|There's the girl you took in charge, you're going 35991|To ======================================== SAMPLE 35580 ======================================== 1847|They'll not be so keen, 1847|(For they've had the plague of their daily 1847|Hospitalities), 1847|When in the great world of work and the great world of work they both 1847|To them the "blessed" 1847|Of this world seems 1847|The world of dreams, 1847|Their own "blessed" world, where they can meet each other and 1847|dream of each other. "God bless our common Father, our 1847|Brother, our God!" 1847|Yet in his "little Book of Blessings," he writes, if I am not 1847|misleading him, 1847|That, the blessing most beloved is the blessing we give to ourselves 1847|when we give them. 1847|For, look, thou knowest 1847|How, in the "little world" of our "dreaming," 1847|Thy name is buried 1847|With only the name 1847|Dying. I see the long-drawn woe, the dolorous care, the 1847|fatal neglect, 1847|Of others who in the far future sojourn there--to-day, to- 1847|morrow, 1847|(Their lives in the tomb 1847|Beneath a stone, 1847|As the lonely stones and the lonely tomb are named by the 1847|memory of those who passed above them). 1847|When, on this "blessed earth," 1847|Thou dost sit at last beside thy grave and gaze down helplessly 1847|from afar 1847|Upon thy fate as a poor orphan child, I stand and watch thee, 1847|wondering, 1847|How closely thy brother, 1847|Thou hast followed thy father from the orphan-land 1847|Where he was slain by 1847|His brother. For this deed 1847|Thou dost stand weeping, my brother! 1847|Thou art weeping, my brother! 1847|Thou art weeping, my brother! 1847|This is thine hour of woe, my brother, 1847|In this thy hour of life and dying. 1847|Thy tear-drenched eyes are staring heavenward, 1847|Thy voice is broken, my brother, 1847|Thou hast broken me, my brother, 1847|With thy wild laughter. 1847|The "Blessed One" that they knew in all the ways of the 1847|of the world, 1847|How he was "God-like," not "Christ-like" in his ways of life; 1847|how he was "pale," and how he was "vigorous," 1847|how he was "sweet," how he was "fierce," and how he was 1847|"dauntless," and how he was "sweet," 1847|(Sweet in the way of the name, my brother); 1847|how he was "glorious," how he was "holy," how he had 1847|"love," how he was "vital," and how he was "fierce," 1847|how he was "sweet," how he was "wicked," how he was 1847|"sweet," how he was "pious." 1847|Thou hast broken my soul, my brother, 1847|Thou hast broken me, my brother; 1847|I have lived not as one who was not "born to 1847|be," and who was "built for glory," but I have 1847|gone forth a wanderer of the soul, 1847|I have fallen and sought my life and found it not, 1847|Yet I would have thee say, 1847|"God hath sent me 1847|To follow the ways of him who cometh on." 1847|But thy light-handed feet 1847|Shall tread on 1847|The feet that shall beat, 1847|And thy words of comfort fall on our lips. 1847|Though our feet have trod 1847|On thorns, not on flowers, sweet brother, 1847|Still we must call and cry 1847|To thee from afar: 1847|"Light us with glory, 1847|We know no shadow of darkness, 1847|We know that the "Lord be evermore the sun!" 1847|Thine eyes shall be bright, 1847 ======================================== SAMPLE 35590 ======================================== 4253|"In other lands," we said, "they give you the name and the rank, 4253|And then you go marching all the life of your life, 4253|To the front and to the front again, to the front and to the 4253|To the life! You've a wife and a daughter and a home and 4253|children andpatience--again, to the life again. 4253|"Yet one reason for the wearisome pathos of it all 4253|Is that you, you, you, who were once the greatest of men, 4253|And the finest of women who ever had braved 4253|toil nor revels nor gambled--now the costliest of men, 4253|And the poorest among men, who could not cope 4253|with life, but had to crawl, and would never stand 4253|sitting on a bank in the sun and dreaming of 4253|the sky, looking up into the blue of space. 4253|"There was peace once--and I was young to know 4253|the joy of youth, and my heart burned 4253|With the passion of passion, and so 4253|The passion which I possessed was mine, not the 4253|fear or the ache of it. 4253|I could think of pleasure which I knew 4253|would not come--and if it did, as it will not, 4253|I have none to compare me to, none to give me 4253|strength for it. 4253|For fear or ache or the joy that would not come, 4253|I had rather live than grow old, 4253|And I loved those days when it was not far 4253|for me to roam, for as I knew the music 4253|too sweet and the stars not far away 4253|I could listen to them and dream of the long 4253|darkening summer nights, and the stars that were 4253|like stars no more--or watch the silver 4253|hundred-winged eaglet soar and float 4253|till his eyes were filled with a strange new vision, 4253|of glory still better than music. 4253|"And when this yearning came to me 4253|With its strange mysterious promise, 4253|The world seemed long ago a dream to me, 4253|a dream of golden dreams. 4253|Yet even as the dreams of man we awake to 4253|and our life has never been what it is, 4253|we cannot always find the happiness 4253|that the past taught us. 4253|"The hours passed, and they passed again; 4253|day followed day, the same 4253|filling up the seasons of our life, 4253|a series of years. 4253|No matter what we tried, it could not have 4253|changed the world's content; 4253|we still were the same man, we still were 4253|still the boy--and I was growing wise! 4253|"O, the youth who grew to manhood, 4253|the joy upon his face, 4253|the joy of doing and being good, 4253|his dreamings in the woods, 4253|the joy of having no child at all, 4253|was something even God did not have, 4253|that youth of youth! 4253|"And he felt his strength dwindling; 4253|the years flowed as of old, 4253|he felt his life slow-moving 4253|and growing, his life shrunk 4253|from the old life-scheme, the old days. 4253|But we who knew him never understood 4253|how his sense of awe could brook 4253|so little time so still and clear, 4253|how his soul could brook such a loss, 4253|and how hard life could be. 4253|Even as his mind kept brooding, 4253|the years came, and the years came, 4253|to become the same thing again, 4253|with the same old waste, 4253|and so, each spring the same, 4253|the same old change of earth and sky and sea, 4253|the same old quest for joy-- 4253|to keep on growing, the same man 4253|could not help but grow. 4253|I see you standing on the topmost boughs of the apple tree, 4253| ======================================== SAMPLE 35600 ======================================== 13649|And then they were all 13649|Tossed about on high 13649|In the air of the rainbow! 13649|Then, to the tune of the gong, they were all 13649|Dropped into the sea! 13649|What have you brought for my little girl? 13649|What have you brought? 13649|An apple and a bone; 13649|But what have you brought for my little girl? 13649|An ash can of the bright red wine, 13649|And what have you brought for my girl? 13649|A bit of a currant tart, 13649|And what have you brought for my girl? 13649|A bonny little daisy, 13649|And what have you brought for my girl? 13649|A poppy straw and what have you brought for my girl? 13649|A flask of the crystal fountain, 13649|and what have you brought for my girl? 13649|Twelve of the finest linsey 13649|and what have you brought for my girl? 13649|What wreath for my pretty maiden? 13649|What wreath for my pretty maiden? 13649|What wreath for my pretty maiden? 13649|Twelve holly buds for his hair, 13649|and what have you brought for my girl? 13649|What wreath for my pretty maiden? 13649|What wreath for my pretty maiden? 13649|What wreath for my pretty maiden? 13649|When the snow is on the plain and the wind is high, 13649|And you can hear it snoring round the houses on the hill, 13649|What do you do when it's time for you and me to rise? 13649|We climb the ladders out to--Where? Oh, I don't know! 13649|And then we lie down to--Where? Oh, I don't care! 13649|When it's frosty and the wind is in the house, 13649|And you can't get out, be afraid, be very afraid! 13649|What do you do when it's time for you and me to go? 13649|We climb the ladder, oh, the ladder so high! 13649|Till you can't, don't you remember? Oh, you don't? Oh, I don't! 13649|We took a train to--Where? Oh, I don't know! 13649|When it was freezing and the wind was in the house, 13649|And the window was closing, and the lamp was dead, 13649|What do you do when it's time for you and me to go? 13649|We climb up in the chimney then, you little blind thing! 13649|While the flames are eating a piece of bread, you little fool! 13649|The clock is ticking, and it's so so late, 13649|And the wind is blowing, and cold is the air, 13649|And the window is closing, and the lamp is dim, 13649|And the clock is ticking under the steep. 13649|The train is steaming away, and the track is so bright; 13649|And the train is moving so fast, I can't go 13649|My little sister Maud is six years old. 13649|Her hair is like the crystals in the air; 13649|Her eyes are full of light, 13649|As the sun that shines on river banks. 13649|Her little hand has paddles on the end, 13649|To walk with when she goes to school; 13649|And when she comes back to mom-- 13649|She prays, oh, pray, that my good days come true. 13649|Her hair is always bright. 13649|Her eyes are always full of light. 13649|Until she's six years old 13649|Her fingers curl and tangle into rings; 13649|But still she holds the curls. 13649|A child of six years old 13649|Would make another six-year-old with his wit, 13649|And she could be as witty as those two rhymes 13649|I sing at night; 13649|He will not think of mother 13649|Nor ever hear her voice, 13649|And we would never have him 13649|If she had never come along. 13649|He will not see the beauty 13649|That blooms in her face, 13649|He will not hear her laughter, 13649 ======================================== SAMPLE 35610 ======================================== 13650|And I'm very sure 'twas a "pike", 13650|So I left him there." 13650|Cried the poor fool poor of heart, 13650|And turned him back at the last, 13650|To curse the day that it was 13650|His birth-day. 13650|"I wonder is it you 13650|Come to call from my window, 13650|I've not a hand to lend?" 13650|Said the little maid Marian, 13650|Who was born a day or two 13650|Late at night. 13650|Said the pretty, pretty Miss Marian, 13650|To her mother as she bent down 13650|Over her dinner, "I'm the same, 13650|I see the same face as you, 13650|But from a better school of life, 13650|From a school that didn't suit me; 13650|For the book my father read to me, 13650|The art I never saw the like, 13650|So I took his text and copied it, 13650|And here am copying you. 13650|"So if you want me now to go 13650|And wait on you at the tea-party, 13650|Let me have money in my pocket; 13650|A pound and a half is not much 13650|To pay for this new portrait stone 13650|I'll buy of the King's Paintings, 13650|And of this wall of paint. 13650|"And now, pray, where's my hat,--my friend, 13650|My hat, but for one ear alone? 13650|I had two of yours, but I lost 13650|"No, no! I'm as well as I can be; 13650|In this painting there's a joke, 13650|And if I knew I'd set you straight; 13650|It must be all my misfortune 13650|To read that last line out. 13650|"O, I will take you on my knee, 13650|And I will give you all my rings; 13650|You must let me have them all; 13650|Pray don't you dare say 'No,' 13650|For oh, I can't put up with that! 13650|For oh, I can't put up with that!" 13650|And the pretty, pretty Miss Marian 13650|Laughed at her poor childishly good fool, 13650|With her hat on her head. 13650|"What did my mother say, Ma'am," said little Robin, 13650|"To-day as I think you're coming here for a visit. 13650|I hope it's to make me feel better for her death, 13650|For the poor little thing was so nice and so sweet, 13650|And it killed me when I found she was ill, as it did me. 13650|She was brought to the doctor when it was time, 13650|And the doctor made his best to cure her at once. 13650|So she came here, and my little thing is better now, 13650|But my mother is a hopeless wreck! 13650|I wonder what will happen when I come home to visit. 13650|But how can I do it without asking anything?" 13650|Said the pretty, pretty Miss Marian. 13650|"Why, then, you must go and tell them, Robin," she said: 13650|"For my mother tells them every day. 13650|And the doctor tells them when he sees a child like yours, 13650|That his trouble is his little girl's love, and his trouble is 13650|her bad service, and so on. 13650|"And don't let any one suppose you don't know better; 13650|You do know how to read and write both right and wrong; 13650|And though your mother says you cannot go to school here, 13650|You will be taught, in the way of the doctors here, 13650|That children never need to go to school. 13650|"And, though some people say 'twould make you very sad 13650|To tell your mother that you've been ill, 13650|It is such a simple thing, and the doctors say 13650|That children never need to go to school. 13650|"But when you have been better and better with the good 13650|Doctors and surgeons of the good South Hire, 13650|You will find ======================================== SAMPLE 35620 ======================================== 1287|And, on a sudden, there I stood! 1287|A stranger, that, as 'twere, on him had stood, 1287|By the high hall-door, then, I knew; 1287|That, sure, on the young Prince's head I saw 1287|His crown, with the shining feathers glistening; 1287|That, from the boy, the lad was he; 1287|That on the Prince was his son-in-law, 1287|That from the boy his son was he. 1287|'Twas a sight of joy and wonder! 1287|And then, from the prince's court there came 1287|A man, who, with many a jest, 1287|And merry laugh too and jest too 1287|To fill its laughter with derision, 1287|Was singing the old song to the dame,-- 1287|"In the castle, when the moon is in the sky, 1287|The dame from the window shall stand:" 1287|Then, in a wink, from the house there came 1287|A car-cabe; but the dame, alas! 1287|Was aghast when she saw it coming, 1287|And in fear for her life exclaim'd, 1287|"Oh, God! what a vagabond I have become!" 1287|"And why dost thou rob me of sleep? 1287|A stranger's not fit to rob me!" 1287|"A-hopen' to rob me, then thou wilt; 1287|For I'm a Prince's daughter and a nun's maid." 1287|All, that heard, did wonder 1287|What man could rob this man so, 1287|Then, too, one woman said, 1287|"It is the dame of my husband dear, 1287|And I'm her debtor for the money." 1287|"My dear, how strange it seems! 1287|We're both of us so converse nice, 1287|There's few of the world in it together!" 1287|The youth then to the dame 1287|Approached and thus bespake her, 1287|"Say, dame, do you think, 1287|Since you have no wife, 1287|That we shall be happy together?" 1287|"And then," quoth she, "in our case, 1287|What can make us so content?" 1287|This, howsoever, they could not brook, 1287|So the man replied, 1287|"I see you're full of pity and love; 1287|And do you suppose we shall be satisfied?" 1287|"We will not," quoth she-- 1287|Oh! pity human hearts so soon! 1287|And in turn the princely dame 1287|Said, to her husband then:-- 1287|"If you are sure he 1287|Must not be a spirit of evil, 1287|Take me to bed first, then, on the bed, 1287|And so, my dear, I beg, 1287|In your marriage bed you'll lie together." 1287|Then in bed they did abide, 1287|Until the sun was setting, 1287|And the dame she was lying on her side, 1287|And the prince was resting--right and wrong-- 1287|The dame, and on the bed, 1287|And only, for the money, 1287|She lay still, as the babe that doth the milk do. 1287|"Now, dame beloved!" he said, 1287|"All that you said is true, 1287|For the prince is lying in sleep, 1287|And his daughter's side is lying as before." 1287|The dame, as the babe there lay, 1287|Was the first that she spoke; 1287|She only seemed to moan, 1287|And she whispered, in her anguish, 1287|The words that would be spoken in the grave. 1287|And the dame was lying on her side, 1287|When in a moment away, 1287|The car-cab arrived and the young man was there. 1287|"What shall I do with you two? 1287|Oh, take me to bed with you; 1287|I shall be your wife in God's house now!" 1287| ======================================== SAMPLE 35630 ======================================== 2863|With a good will. 2863|"I should like to see the place. It looks like a graveyard." 2863|"Nasalemus?" 2863|"Ah, what of it? It's the best." 2863|"I would like to see it." 2863|"Yes, we've seen the place; but a friend of yours 2863|Will show him to you." 2863|"If you do show him to me, he'll be a witness." 2863|"Why, he'll be dead, and not like you, you know. 2863|"His work is to make a dead man smile," she said, 2863|"And when he comes to that place to which he goes, 2863|He'll see my work in the graveyard." 2863|The words struck like a stroke 2863|Which none of the people had heard yet, 2863|Yet they were spoken, at first; 2863|But what was the work they were doing there? 2863|They stood at the portal-- 2863|The stone floor spread 2863|In a very quiet way, 2863|As if a pallor wore 2863|Of every living face, 2863|And the pallor wore 2863|Of every living heart! 2863|Above the gate there seemed 2863|A faintness now of wind, 2863|And a little stir from the ground 2863|As if a living thing came. 2863|Upon his right breast 2863|His eye shone bright and clear; 2863|But underneath the furrow there 2863|His hands lay languidly. 2863|His head was downcast, 2863|His hand stretched back with shame-- 2863|How could he do less? 2863|All that was left him 2863|Moved on his heart with him; 2863|The grave was there, all around, 2863|And he had done his work, 2863|And the grave was near. 2863|We sat beneath a beech tree. We sat there, 2863|And there, for many a day, 2863|Was the last of his love, 2863|The love that was born for me. 2863|He went from me, with his eyes half-closed, 2863|He never saw the sky: 2863|He never saw the hills, or a stream 2863|Go by beside his bed. 2863|And now, when he is dead 2863|And far away from me, 2863|I know that his heart's there still, 2863|And I am sure that I would feel 2863|And watch it would have done. 2863|I would watch that watchful heart 2863|A little longer, 2863|And watch that watchful heart 2863|A little longer: 2863|I would watch it longer if He 2863|Were not a little longer. 2863|If Himless had not been here 2863|And seen not long before, 2863|That heart of his that loved and wept 2863|Would lie forevermore! 2863|We sat beneath a beech tree. We sat there, 2863|And there, in that still place, 2863|The grass that I had grown used to tread 2863|Was hard and greasy to see. 2863|The water that we drank was old, though fresh; 2863|The grass was still and green; 2863|And in the air that circled we 2863|There floated many insects. 2863|And when our shadows, gliding nimbly, 2863|Pushed up each grassy slope, 2863|It seemed to me that I could hear 2863|The secret of the air. 2863|I only whispered, "There's no God; 2863|There never was a soul; 2863|But if He lived I think He'd be 2863|A very big fish." 2863|But he who sat beneath the tree 2863|He answered me with silence; 2863|And then, as he was used to do, 2863|He sat and watched above. 2863|He said, "You may have thought too much 2863|At other times than this; 2863|But now, if I may have the pleasure, 2863|I'll tell you what I mean. 2863|"I will go right slowly from ======================================== SAMPLE 35640 ======================================== 1279|I do confess, my dear, that tho' 1279|I ne'er took interest in things below, 1279|I ne'er loathed a woman's part; 1279|And tho' I never loved a maid, 1279|I ne'er envied a swain; 1279|Nor yet to a' was I unknown 1279|To love or duty dear! 1279|I am a farmer's wife; 1279|And what I do, I pray thee tell; 1279|Or ere thou dost,--a bonier swain, 1279|Must be, ere thou dost finish aught. 1279|The first act of my career I write, 1279|And you'll perceive the reason why,-- 1279|I like that sort of work; 1279|And tho' the wife may e'er complain, 1279|I'm sure it is a reason good! 1279|As I have ne'er instruction got, 1279|I cannot give advice; 1279|But, ma'am, if you will but take the hint, 1279|I'll try and do my bit. 1279|O, do not look, Ma'am, when you speak, 1279|As if you meant to say nay; 1279|And do not think, ma'am, to find me rough, 1279|An unam'bable spitle: 1279|For I by time and grace am ripe 1279|To do with patience as with pith. 1279|But, ma'am, if you do but find me sweet, 1279|With courtesy at last ye'll laud, 1279|And put your love to better use, 1279|Than just to err by look! 1279|I sing no more of toils and pains, 1279|A tedious round I'll bring about, 1279|For pity and delight I'll do my best; 1279|'Tis just to do my duty. 1279|O, do not think, my bonie dove, 1279|That I should want relief; 1279|O, do not think, my bonie dear, 1279|That I to you would change my plan; 1279|In truth I might, if fitting fears 1279|Had grated on your mind. 1279|Thus, while I sing of Tullie, thou 1279|My bonie, loving wee, 1279|May'st care find when I'm absent blest; 1279|When absent, I'll be, 1279|And mind me of his sweetness, 1279|Wha wha can belittle me, 1279|Wha can belittle thee. 1279|May'st know, my bonie dove, 1279|That I shall ne'er be loos'n, 1279|And when I get my joys again, 1279|My heart will be the same. 1279|If men will think I'm kind, unkind, 1279|And all their folly they condemn, 1279|Let every eye witness this, 1279|I'm just and just, as right and just, 1279|As they who speak. 1279|I dona doubt but that in Heaven some day 1279|The wicked shall meet a just sentence; 1279|When sinners by their brethren are cliven, 1279|I think a just man may ta'en up his frien's, 1279|And in the heavenly bowers sit suche as me. 1279|I will forget the griefs that I hae, 1279|And yet not cruel to myself I'll be; 1279|The pangs that I hae told, the tears that I'll shed, 1279|If Heaven will just reward my meikle care. 1279|If Heaven will just reward my meikle care, 1279|The pangs that I have told; 1279|Or if it will not reward meikle care, 1279|That's the reward I tak the world in hand. 1279|It is a mighty sin 1279|To grieve the lov'd for the fear'd; 1279|But the Devil an angel is 1279|To fear mair than mischief; 1279|For though he be stranger, he ne'er was 1279|So comely or so fair 1279|As mercy to forsake, 1279|Or woman to defy. ======================================== SAMPLE 35650 ======================================== 20|Thir utmost ende, in thy Despatch to all 20|Responsive ear, the faithful Nobles herd; 20|Nor less the wise, nor Loth, nor more regard 20|Thy gracious messages, then on their Oath 20|They reverence, or with sacred Trunks entwine 20|Their annual Festivals, though day or night 20|Seeming none, in Truth's obscure sense monies 20|Of reckon, with due Wages balancet weigh'd. 20|Nor less the Angelic Spirit, while he stood, 20|Girt with his Pomp, with Eyes blazing Fire, 20|Bearing a mighty Shield, with which no less 20|Than in his Perfection was not placed, 20|Warm and benummed, with open Seats welar 20|To Judgment-Seats, with open Eyes did wait 20|Thir doom; so great a King to Nations due, 20|Sent down by Heav'n, from which none can escape, 20|Taketh away thir Judgment and Reprove. 20|The rest, whom late at tisnabulation 20|Of the old Noise, in Council met, and found 20|Opposition, nowise loath'ring, but to sit 20|In loud, impetuous Session, to resist 20|These mighty Sceane, since to their owne Foes 20|Most anxious, most reluctant; which thir mind 20|Hath reall'n to that which was before declar'd, 20|By force or fraud concealed, or else by stealth: 20|He ceast, and all thir thought is toward the East, 20|There by a Pillage purchase them from Heav'n. 20|Behold now who hath in this Way been err'd; 20|Get thou experienc'd, and what force or fraud 20|By so doing hinder them; for not less 20|Would they attain them, then if first they stood 20|Well hustled and apprehension got, 20|By opening with cleerest apprehension 20|The sacred but unfallemd Medi-cal, 20|Which the just giveth to be obdug'd by Grace, 20|If obdug'd by Grace, the thing it hath well-waft 20|On the deep Finite, open, obvious Brine, 20|Or by the Eye of fierie Spirit vomit 20|By thrust of Spears hand or Face of Armoury 20|Into the Soul, then prone it drownd or save 20|Itselfe, as in Eleusis or like sort. 20|But these are all the claims on this Stage; 20|Thir own entreaties not; these receive 20|And keep, and lazy on thir way may goe. 20|For which the high and loftie Armie 20|Of Heav'ns Almightie Armies, from among 20|The Destinies Arm and take their separate course, 20|Vlambeer though of Heav'ns first sett, though there 20|Ethereal Kingdomes first and Presences 20|First made and understood, or once DESCEND 20|From thir Maker; for whereby wise these range 20|Thir happie vocall, or sit in fix'd nombred Stands, 20|One Mind at large haf cov'n in all their Skill, 20|Or by distinct and distinct speech confus'd 20|One voice, one inward Ordination: 20|The rest unsouldie and unsmote demesnes 20|They little know how from ensuisance, 20|To obedience, to Excellence or Law, 20|Or what the binding respectively of these. 20|So many diverse voices or multiple Voices 20|Innumerable, freightd with gloom or shine 20|Of varied Light or various Footmen starr'd, 20|As THIRNAL ORIENT their perpetual watch 20|Serv'd by the numerous STARS that oft appear 20|In interlining Lines or regular Moves 20|Terrific in thir eternal Obsessions, 20|As seen in Satellites or circling Wheels 20|Of TIME; or when in Round Towert Orbs immitt 20|Thir spherical Orbryzisons crownt with Fire 20|Thir bright Citie, or when with sounding trumpet 20|THIR Zechielaws when thir celestial Quarter 20|Beckons to th' heedless hee, who grateful hears 20|And humble seeks and serves th' Almighty Powers 20|That ======================================== SAMPLE 35660 ======================================== 20956|Hither and thither he flies, 20956|And, now and then, he calls and calls, 20956|As doth a bird of the bush; 20956|Hither and thither he flies, 20956|To give himself a blow, 20956|And when he gets it whirls in circles round;-- 20956|Hither and thither he flies, 20956|And every blow, alas, it's a strike for him. 20956|O! it will be a sweet delight 20956|To see him leap from off the shelf 20956|And drop at once into our hand 20956|With a green and friendly face. 20956|O! we cannot see him fly 20956|Nor have we ever heard him call, 20956|But we all know he is our son. 20956|O! it will be a sweet delight 20956|To see him leap from off the shelf, 20956|And drop at once into our hand 20956|With a green and friendly face. 20956|As if his wings were flapping 20956|In a merry wind all day, 20956|As if his wings were flapping 20956|And a merry-making sound. 20956|O! a merry and a gay 20956|Enjoyment time for thee! 20956|We'll make a merry, and sing 20956|Till the day goes out of sight, 20956|And the sun looks full in thy face! 20956|O! a merry and a gay 20956|Enjoyment time for thee! 20956|Hast seen the white and gold? 20956|Hast seen the rosy? 20956|Hast seen the red? 20956|Hast seen the red-skin 20956|That wears the white and gold? 20956|Hast seen the red-skin 20956|That wears the white and gold? 20956|See yon crimson stain 20956|That on the green and gold 20956|Runs in such a strip 20956|As would make you wish your face 20956|Wore a different colour now? 20956|I think it is a soul 20956|Sickness on earth. 20956|I could not sleep, 20956|And so I dreamed, 20956|That if I might, 20956|I would put off sleep 20956|As quickly as I came. 20956|So soon the morning light 20956|Gleam'd through the trees, 20956|And the green-house gates 20956|Were left alone. 20956|This is the little wren, 20956|Which only late 20956|Sear'd in the autumn bough, 20956|Sly forebodes our woe; 20956|And I was sure then 20956|He had said so too! 20956|No forewarning, no! 20956|I was not to blame 20956|Could but one sweet bird, 20956|One innocent bird, 20956|Comes to say a bold word 20956|Unto the woods. 20956|But you are the fool, 20956|And you have heard it said 20956|That a blackbird's scream 20956|Is heard before 20956|The morning star, 20956|And a crow's 20956|Is heard before the sun. 20956|And now, if you will 20956|Not strike the false; 20956|He tells what the bird says 20956|Not for the world to say: 20956|'O! who will guard 20956|And who will save 20956|That little wren 20956|From the deathful stone?' 20956|You call the wren 20956|Not for the truth to tell, 20956|But for you all to take 20956|The word and say. 20956|No false or true, 20956|But all let say. 20956|The crows 20956|Came calling the night 20956|From out the tree, 20956|And the wood was wild 20956|And he who cannot sing 20956|Hear the sound of their wings 20956|As they fly. 20956|They fly so fast, 20956|And the sun, too, fly, 20956|As I cannot see, 20956|And the birds have no wings 20956|As they fly. 20956|O ======================================== SAMPLE 35670 ======================================== 14019|And by the land were the Franks anon 14019|With the men of the King of Hungary. 14019|They were not alone. In the land of France 14019|The Emperor of the Franks lay dead, 14019|Who to save his empire from destruction 14019|Had joined him in his terror. 14019|A thousand spears beside that throng 14019|Came up from the field of the Franks. 14019|And the host looked to see him fly, 14019|That banner-clad, before those weapons--. 14019|"The Emperor has fallen."--Cried that King. 14019|Then said an elder man to me: 14019|"I know him not." 14019|"In sooth," I answered to him, 14019|"I have known him before 14019|Longer; but if he have fallen, 14019|From that day forth I leave to you 14019|My country-warden. Now hold me here 14019|In charge to lead you." 14019|My Master shook a finger dry 14019|To the Emperor of the Franks, 14019|And the Emperor sprang upon a perch, 14019|And his warriors drew the perch and fell 14019|At the Emperor's word. 14019|They struck at the King of Hungary, 14019|In battle fierce, and with their shafts 14019|The King of Hungary fell, 14019|And fell and sank at the Emperor's word, 14019|That the Emperor of the Franks lay dead. 14019|Then the land with sorrow filled, 14019|Wept in the midst of France. 14019|"Whither," the Emperor said, 14019|"Shall we take our King of Hungary, 14019|Whose death has such evil rued? 14019|"Whither shall we send to death, 14019|The son of Christ and our Lord?" 14019|Then he bade his liege-soldiers 14019|Burn the castle in St. Michael's wreath-- 14019|The castle old and grey-- 14019|And he bade the Franks burn the castle. 14019|Then we gathered the ashes, 14019|The ashes, the ashes of them that sleep, 14019|And laid them in the Great Sea. 14019|And the Franks, in their good old days, 14019|Went and sought in it the castle and never found it. 14019|They brought in of ashes the ashes, 14019|And they brought in of ashes the stones, 14019|And piled them in a tower that stood, 14019|Whence the world looked backward and made 14019|For the Franks the great boast and glory. 14019|But the Franks had neither treasure, 14019|Nor gold, nor silver, nor bryony, 14019|Nor flocks nor horses, nor goods. 14019|Now God of the Franks, the high God, 14019|Hath sent the Emperor of the Franks, 14019|That, the Emperor of the Franks, you may have treasure. 14019|In Araby the Franks 14019|Thence to Spain did they go, 14019|Signed with a horsemen's signet 14019|That did not yet forsake it, 14019|Nor death, nor plague; 14019|From Araby the Franks 14019|From Araby the Franks 14019|Sailed for the fame of the world. 14019|They set out with the silver-lined 14019|Rim in the sun, 14019|The King of Araby sent 14019|And was in charge. 14019|His wife was by him at board, 14019|And by her side, the maiden chaste, 14019|Was the gallant Duke in his steed. 14019|His mother was there of the land, 14019|And had called the Franks from far, 14019|And never a word they said. 14019|At his helm the great King laid, 14019|And all that host of Franks 14019|Gathered round the king: 14019|The people with the Franks 14019|Of Araby did know. 14019|The Emperor, having won the war, 14019|With the Franks did hold the land, 14019|Then, when all was done, 14019|Did he call upon him from Saint Michael's 14019|And the people called that man 14019| ======================================== SAMPLE 35680 ======================================== 2294|I can't be good; but now I won't be poor 2294|If I will only work! 2294|O God, who gives the heart and gives the eyes and lips 2294|To see Thy creatures live in Thee, 2294|I long for Thee. 2294|There is no good thing I ever could have found 2294|Hadst thou removed Thee from life and me. 2294|And yet, since Thou didst lift me from the dust, 2294|I've striven to do Thee service through. 2294|I've plied Thy useful arts: I've labored hard 2294|To make my love Thy living lamp; 2294|But all my love went out like to a pin, 2294|And came back like a cough. 2294|I've lived, I fear, in some dim valley, 2294|I'm grown tired, I'm weary, I'm gray. 2294|No, no, I will not make thee any moans, 2294|Though I may curse and swear, 2294|And feel the cold of thy cold hand in my own, 2294|And the cold sweat on my brow. 2294|I have done as I was bid, and I'm not sorry, 2294|My God, is this Thy will? 2294|Then do Thy mercy-tempered mercy-tears 2294|Shut ashes in each o'er-hasty tear. 2294|Oh, it's all gone! oh, I'm glad! I can see it all, 2294|The shame, the sorrow, the loss! 2294|I'm tired of being a man, I know I can do 2294|Whatever I want to, I can die at will! 2294|And, if I died at will, how could they know 2294|That I wanted so much to lie, and die, at ease? 2294|But I ain't dead yet. 2294|A little while I had to live this miserable life. 2294|God gave the word, and I gave my breath; 2294|And now it's done, and all is well with the dead. 2294|No, I am alive, 2294|And happy, too: I'm a woman grown, 2294|And I have taken wings. 2294|The world ain't dead I'm sure of it. There's no pain; 2294|I am not cold to my neck. 2294|Now tell me of him? 2294|They call him a king, 2294|He rules with a frown 2294|The land where the people are not. 2294|I do not follow his ways. 2294|Oh, I do not want to. 2294|I always said I saw him in the grass 2294|As a kind, noble friend. 2294|And now he is dead, 2294|I see him again. 2294|I used to see him often from the road. 2294|He was so kind-hearted, I used to smile. 2294|He is an evil man; 2294|He has betrayed me so. 2294|And oh, the curse of it is terrible! 2294|I saw him twice, and we never spoke. 2294|Once in the fields, beside the river's flow, 2294|Near the old stronghold of a King. 2294|And again, beyond the forest-line 2294|I saw him at the gates of the town. 2294|He has taken the life of him whom he held dear, 2294|And cursed him to the earth-- 2294|But ah, the curse is great! 2294|He was a man of such nobility, 2294|He seemed to possess the earth, earth's children. 2294|So I will not tell you that he spoke 2294|And bade the people be free. 2294|He was the man 2294|It was a night when I was lonely and I lay 2294|In the pale darkness, and I heard the wind-like sounds 2294|Where the trees sleep and the night is cold. 2294|My soul was sick with sorrow, I found no rest: 2294|It sought and found not in the deep-seated pain 2294|Wherewith the body wounds the soul. 2294|It sought for something that it did not need, 2294|It found in some new form, 2294|It laughed, 2294| ======================================== SAMPLE 35690 ======================================== 3160|And the great man he spake aloud: 3160|"'Tis time that we our course retrace, 3160|While yet the Sun is in the sky, 3160|And all my crew in close array 3160|Stand round the throne and wait the day: 3160|My native land my mother bare 3160|Two years, a poor remoter seat: 3160|Nor can I now sustain so dear 3160|A son, with blood a sacrifice.' 3160|"The monarch then: 'Thou call'st the wretch a man, 3160|Whom Heaven the gods ordains to high estate; 3160|Who, living, once to death consigns the dame: 3160|But I with thee, O guest, shall pass my days; 3160|Nor shall the death so strange detain us long.' 3160|"'Be that the fate,' (the youth replied), 3160|And let it be the doom of all! 3160|A fate, for all the guilty most severe, 3160|Such as their lives, the men of guilt, shall pay; 3160|Such as their bodies, if their bones abide, 3160|Shall bear us, and their children too, to bear.' 3160|"'Then go,' he cried, 'and join me in the fray; 3160|My mother shall guide thee to the fray.' 3160|"'What, mother? (the son replied) my father, 3160|What, mother? beauteous father, beauteous man! 3160|If thou hast borne thee, and the gods have blest, 3160|A son, an only son, I mourn thy son!' 3160|"This said, he snatched the dart he bore, 3160|And, at the sounding rack the soul took flight, 3160|In his left breast the dart was placed, 3160|The other in his right the soul cast: 3160|Erect at once, they to the fight appeared: 3160|Swift as the winds the darting soul ascend, 3160|With swift oblivion of the body's power, 3160|The spirits rush into the sky alone, 3160|The mighty one and feeble as a rock. 3160|Then the proud Doryclus, as the wretch was led, 3160|Thus spoke the aged man in angry terms: 3160|"And must Ulysses, son of Laertes, yield 3160|The spoil of this foul deed, to such command? 3160|But he (that doth my heart with sorrow shake) 3160|A stranger man, and strangers all, was he 3160|That was our guest at Phaeacian Argos: 3160|The brave I marked at home, and gave him due, 3160|To him my gift I shall return with pain." 3160|To whom with tearful eyes, and hand of will, 3160|The godlike Diomed thus replied: 3160|"For thee, dear son, our hopes the most we fear. 3160|But yet, O maid, by what, or where, we fly, 3160|The night of death is near: thy brave despair!" 3160|"Dear man (replied the prince), if to thy wish 3160|My thoughts, for this, return, I leave to you; 3160|But first, to thy friend, thyself, advise, and tell 3160|What fame the stranger claims on his return." 3160|"Of all my train (the maid replied), the light 3160|O'er the fair heaven our heavenly race adorns, 3160|And with each light I rise to more than heaven; 3160|No pompful gift from earth, and no homage paid. 3160|For thee the gods would bestow a deathless shade; 3160|For thee of every art each magic wand 3160|Might wreathe, and every charm infuse away. 3160|But thou no hand should give thee such delight, 3160|As, when by some adverse wind o'erborne, 3160|On distant shores the wanderer should behold, 3160|Or touch the dear remembrance of his own. 3160|With equal joy I would the king confer 3160|The crown which to myself, and our eyes belongs. 3160|And then I only ask, that thou consent 3160|That we be sent to bid thy son again 3160|Proclaim his native home, ======================================== SAMPLE 35700 ======================================== 1728|to the place of the gathering, the hall of the goddesses. 1728|Now when they had their banquet, and bread was unberried and 1728|the wine unfed, yet any one might come in and make 1728|suit in arms against the wooers all, for he had none 1728|of the craft of Circe's daughter, who doth drink and 1728|drink alone, and that she is ever young and ever 1728|glorious in beauty. But when Circe had laid a banquet 1728|for her lords and chosen maidens, therewith a 1728|she-bird went her wing, and sat in the midst and sang 1728|the song of the song that I sing. Then as the wing 1728|was singing, she sat out and sat her down from the 1728|great hall, and the goddess gave her wing, and she soon 1728|came in and sat her down from the great hall, and straightway 1728|her lovely body was beauteous as the moon when she 1728|bears light on her and is as a maiden in her rosy 1728|body. For she is a goddess, and as yet hath not yet 1728|swore a vow, nor a vow made,--for not yet hath she 1728|waked, nor any one hath taken note of her. Now therefore 1728|take heed, and surely cast into the fire all the wains 1728|and let your horses be drawn nigh and fasten their feet 1728|there, for very evil were it, if ever after the morn-tide 1728|the men should come to know thereof, howsoever they might seek 1728|to betray us." 1728|Therewith the she-birds departed. Then Circe bethought 1728|the she-birds of thine own hands to keep a wary eye 1728|and an ear abroad. So many a time she bade them draw 1728|a fleet galleys from on board, and with them she laid 1728|gilded compasses and cups, in the which she stored 1728|many a fire to make an altar, whereby we might make 1728|verence to Zeus and to our lady mother. For a long time 1728|they did all that she bade them, with the ladies and 1728|nobles men before them, but never once they flitted them 1728|away. Now when she saw the winglet fly away from them, she 1728|went and stood by the doorway with her brows awry as a 1728|tearless woman. And she was wroth for the cruel slaying of 1728|Lydis and the taking of the wooers' cattle by Polydamas; 1728|wherefore she straightway fell into tears, and at her wit 1728|fled away. 1728|But the other goddesses caught up the galleys that had 1728|been drawn nigh, and brought them all to a harbour by the 1728|sea-border, that is near the haven of the Aulidae, 1728|where the galleys cross the tides at the margin of a meadow. 1728|There they laid the fleet on board, and gave them drink 1728|in abundance, for none might be there without their will, 1728|when the ship, a host and a little, was faring over the 1728|sea. Now when they were come to the port of Sparta, 1728|they led the galleys in procession through the 1728|hall of the goddesses. There was a great feast and 1728|beneath the roof of the goddesses. And they ate and drank 1728|together, nor did any one speak profanely of other 1728|people. Then they brought in the swift ship and the 1728|galleys of the house of Peleus. Now the chief sailors 1728|loved the craft of the well-sailing ship, and the 1728|great marvel of its speed. And in return they bade 1728|the goodly craftsmen build over it, and divide the stern 1728|and prow, that they might furnish respite to their 1728|employ in the coming of the great ship. Thus they 1728|wrought great marvels for the chieftains that were there. 1728|But when they had done their craft, the old man of the 1728|truck, Telemachus, was glad at ======================================== SAMPLE 35710 ======================================== Away; I cannot help it so, 7122|For I must lead her, or I must be blest. 7122|I'm young, and she's old, and both are well nigh dead; 7122|And therefore I must not this attempt. 7122|Her mother now is sitting as before, 7122|And still with looks is looking out at me. 7122|I cannot say, "Let us sit down beside," 7122|So must not waste a word, oh, my dear mother! 7122|I think you'll give her more relief than I, 7122|Before this great desire is all accomplished. 7122|In the same way, I wish you'd give this maid 7122|An order that she not make answer there, 7122|For to sit and wait for others is her shame. 7122|If you'll kindly hear some help at least, 7122|I've a poor girl; I can tell you why; 7122|She wishes to sing of other days 7122|Which she thinks were glad ones to recall. 7122|If you'll ask her what other days are fresh, 7122|She's safe to make them up as she thinks best; 7122|I can show you, you'll get a very good clear show, 7122|Of other women's beauties by her name. 7122|The best of women do their best; but some 7122|Should not be given as they are; 7122|In some, the God who made them gave 7122|The strength they cannot give again. 7122|To show this, I wish this child no thanks, 7122|But will be stern to her that thinks to wed; 7122|For by my hand must she be kept indeed 7122|As if she had not been begotten-- 7122|Though you're right, my dear children dear, to wonder 7122|That I care not, while I do this, when they are 7122|Still living from me, about their time for marriage. 7122|The time when each should look abroad for true love. 7122|They ought, that knows, to be more wise than girls. 7122|They're born with great gifts, to be made glad and tender, 7122|At once they find to their sorrows a sweet voice, 7122|Which they hear in all things when they think of love. 7122|And this a woman, my dear children, can be shown 7122|By some bright example; for he is a man 7122|With gifts in equal aid, and in sweet friendship; 7122|And all, in every station, in all seasons, 7122|Which suit with his--can find a sweet companion. 7122|How long is our love as yet in the infant brain? 7122|How oft we watch the babe, our bosom's joy, 7122|And tell the story of our fond embraces, 7122|And how we loved him and his smiles for ages! 7122|But a change must come, I fear, if we are not 7122|Watched more closely closely, and if he would speak 7122|Unto his sister, though a child himself. 7122|There's many a time it is an awful thought 7122|To think of leaving him, though she be dear; 7122|And he'd love to see her face, as she has been 7122|To him, his mother, all his heart, and youth, 7122|Though they might leave him, too, for any boy. 7122|Oh! why was he not then indeed made master, 7122|Of joys and pleasures which he long has known? 7122|Had she no need of him, though he is thus deprived. 7122|Or why not love her, too, as she of old now 7122|Presents her children's toys, and bids them play 7122|On a few pleasant days, while his own spirits play? 7122|But she loves him, and we see it every day, 7122|In her sweet nature, as in hers is plain. 7122|The tears on her pale cheek are tears of true love, 7122|And the tender words which she always spake 7122|To her little one, were always, kind and true. 7122|O, I am sorry she can never find peace, 7122|And can never be a wise mother still. 7122|To soothe him we never can leave him, dear, 7122|But must teach ======================================== SAMPLE 35720 ======================================== 1279|To thy tender self it would appear, 1279|And thou should'st blush and look less pretty. 1279|Then here's to the dear receiv'd delight, 1279|'Twas by her lov'd mother's hand who spoke, 1279|"An heiress heiress, tho' fair and rich, 1279|"Is not so prov'd to be prov'd, not now:" 1279|'Twas that sure comfort to the heart, 1279|"It is no such disgraceful love;" 1279|That the first kiss we e'er gave, though dear, 1279|Was with double ardour, tho' cold. 1279|And this is the advice she spurns, 1279|"If it's no presumptuous you give;" 1279|But still she lives by her dear mother's aid, 1279|"Who is so good to me, can't you please?" 1279|There's a gentle shepherd in my rear, 1279|He ca's my heart, and he's ca'd the deil; 1279|I know he can tell, wi' thie dirty lass, 1279|Wha can suck a calf wi' a hare; 1279|I'm sure he can, for he was bredy-half, 1279|And deidly haur'd the hare-reel'd sheep; 1279|He spak o' his love, wi' grave reverence, 1279|And auld lang syne, he was reckoned deil. 1279|But now, my heart in mickle pain is wrang, 1279|An' sair doon are my gallant plumes; 1279|I weel could wish, and pray, that ye wad stay 1279|A while, my Leon, wi' me to stray: 1279|An' what's the harm, if I could see thee now, 1279|Thou and thy Leon, on the braken brae? 1279|To think on those days, when first our pair first met, 1279|When first thou wert dearest to me; 1279|The day, that gave the bravest trouth to man, 1279|Wi' its glad rays that gilded every eve; 1279|When first I wad keep thee for thy face, 1279|An' thy sweete-complaints, and kind regard; 1279|When first we twa would winn the lisping wild, 1279|For a leal love-dream in a wood; 1279|Then wi' thy dreary plaint, an' lone despair, 1279|We wad combine our love in care. 1279|But, oh! this change of loves and woes! 1279|Ah! what a difference, when we gang! 1279|When first wi' thee, a' thy looks tak's possession, 1279|No care was seen, but wi' me; 1279|Thou cam'st noir chattraps my bosom fills, 1279|Oh! I'm sair wearied o' thy weeping: 1279|To think upon the past, and wish for the morrow, 1279|When thou wert lost, a thing, I very doubt; 1279|But here thou art, availeful, 1279|For thee and mine is but a wee, wee space, 1279|It takes ae best fellow to win thee: 1279|But maun it everi' this life, be seen a wee, wee space, 1279|It will be worth thy weeping; 1279|For we must be owre young, and a' our days we'll hae, 1279|To see a wee, wee tear, a wee, wee smile; 1279|But oh! for ae heart-felt fond kiss, 1279|When we shall meet, a wee, wee space. 1279|It is na, my dear Annie, when thy bosom, 1279|When thy fond pride swells, the pride inflames; 1279|When thou'rt proud to deave the plaining sea, 1279|The sea dilates to make thee proud; 1279|Then 'tis na how thou dyest, thou faring me, 1279|For the first time in my life thou seest; 1279|Tis but by chance, and I nought to blame, 1279|But thou'rt a poor ass, and I an ======================================== SAMPLE 35730 ======================================== 1165|And the gray of the woods? 1165|"Where is the world? Where go I?" 1165|Is still the world. Ah, I am tired! 1165|So tired, so worn for the years yet to be lost! 1165|Oh, come with me, the night is so red! 1165|Where are the stars at play? 1165|Where is the world to be? 1165|In your hands the stars you hold 1165|In the palm of your hand. 1165|Oh, come with me, the world is so blue! 1165|Oh, come with me, and we'll show it, you and I! 1165|And let the world be like a child! 1165|See, and yet not see. 1165|We know it is so fair, 1165|We know it is so small, 1165|We love it! Do you? What shall we dare? 1165|We shall go mad! Oh, go with me! 1165|Oh, take our hands to greet the light, 1165|We shall look in each other's eyes, 1165|For we cannot meet again. You and I. 1165|What shall we say, the night is red! 1165|What shall we say? I know not, I! . . . 1165|But how far, how far away, -- the world, I think, is red! 1165|He was in a corner of the grove 1165|Where the shadows of the night had left their track, 1165|A black and lonely night, 1165|And the light that in the tree-tops gleamed 1165|Crept like a footstool round, 1165|And rose in haggard lines 1165|In the gray of the twilight, gray and cold. 1165|And he said: "O lonely night, 1165|And so dark and dark, 1165|Lonely night, the day is done. 1165|O darkness, dark, and lonely! 1165|I, too, till the day is done." 1165|"Come, let me sit in your soft arms," 1165|The night said, whispering soft. 1165|"Tho' I be but a flower 1165|I'd care for thy arms, O night, so tender, 1165|So soft and dark and cold!" 1165|"Let me drink all the nectar of your lips, 1165|A rose of nectar of nectar for me, 1165|And I'd sing this song of yours." 1165|So softly he said it, 1165|So faint of breath was it -- 1165|A song of a rose of nectar, a rose of nectar 1165|That a moon should bear for a moon to fill. 1165|And the evening bowed her head, 1165|And the moon forgot her starry skies. 1165|"O love, O love! I would so gladly be 1165|With you, the sun and the moon and the night, 1165|My white rose and my black rose, 1165|As would I be with the whole sky!" 1165|And his heart said in him: "O night, 1165|Whose eyes are but the stars, 1165|Whose lips are but the lips of the moon! 1165|Who are your lovers? You know not whom. 1165|No, no, you will never know whom you woo." 1165|And the night laughed in him: "I will be 1165|With stars and with moonbeams, with love and with fire. 1165|But tell me, tell me, sad lark, 1165|Why do you never sing? 1165|Are you silent all the night? 1165|Or is there any song you know? -- 1165|I hardly care to know." 1165|"Oh, come away, O come away! 1165|The moonlight is so crimson! 1165|The nights are so long, so long, 1165|That surely no love can keep." 1165|"I knew you once, and worshipped you. 1165|I dreamed you rose so white 1165|Up out of the shadows there. 1165|I found you in my song. 1165|I knew you when a boy! -- 1165|Yes, yes, I know that I knew, 1165 ======================================== SAMPLE 35740 ======================================== 1280|And we've made up for lost time. 1280|You have a kind heart--a heart of thought; 1280|You have the gift of speaking truth; 1280|You are not always willing to believe the things you think-- 1280|But you do not see that you are wrong. 1280|I wish you could see the way in which life seems to me. 1280|I do not know how great I am or how little, but I can guess 1280|How large my treasure is, and am prepared to take it--for I see 1280|How much of it is yet in the earth and how much lies in the air, 1280|And that the earth and sky will soon be covered over by you. 1280|For I see the earth is the living, breathing earth 1280|And the sky is the living, breathing sky, 1280|And the wind is a spirit of all things which are within the air. 1280|And I see how our hearts are connected with a wonderful 1280|Gross, beautiful, luminous life; how life is just the way 1280|We make a love of it 1280|And the air we breathe 1280|Is the spirit of the earth, 1280|And the spirit of the night, 1280|And the spirit of the light, 1280|And the love of the dead, 1280|And the strength to live, to die. 1280|And the fire of the sun 1280|Seems a luminous mind 1280|To be bound up in us 1280|And all our thoughts 1280|Are the spirit of Him 1280|Who is the source of all 1280|Which we have of God-- 1280|This is the spirit which we have 1280|To cherish the soil, 1280|And to make the life 1280|Of the earth a light 1280|For the hearts of men 1280|To know that they are 1280|With souls that have gone up 1280|To the infinite, 1280|To which the world is 1280|But an eye to see it. 1280|And life is the flame 1280|That keeps us all born 1280|To the fellowship 1280|Of the spirits 1280|In communion infinite-- 1280|This is the fire 1280|Which lights the sun, 1280|And makes the stars 1280|A kindling mind 1280|Of the heart of man, 1280|And the world all one 1280|To him whose soul is 1280|In communion 1280|Of love with God, 1280|And with God's spirit in heaven which goes up to His stars. 1280|THE BREAD of Love, my bread! 1280|What though the flower of Pride 1280|With its blossom is blown about? 1280|If I have but my bread, 1280|Wherewith shall I purchase Love? 1280|If I have but my bread, 1280|Then is love 1280|A poor but common thing; 1280|And Love, at best, a toy 1280|That the silly fool of Time 1280|Hath fashioned for your pleasure. 1280|The best bread ever was 1280|When the people of God's world 1280|Were starving and poor; 1280|And Love in the heavenly garden, 1280|The fruit of which is Light 1280|And the knowledge of God, 1280|All is not for desire. 1280|And, as I walk the world, 1280|I see the sun and moon 1280|The good and great of all the worlds 1280|Marry the love of man 1280|And pass unto the hearts 1280|Of the fools and blind; 1280|And, like as I said before, 1280|The best bread ever was 1280|When the people of God's world 1280|Were starving and poor. 1280|The good and great of all the worlds 1280|Marry the love of man 1280|And, at best, a toy 1280|Hath been made for the time to come 1280|When the race of man 1280|Shall go back to the earth, like the fruit of the tree of Eden. 1280|It is a holy and blessed thing 1280|That Jesus Christ 1280|Hath been brought 1280|Back again to this earth 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 35750 ======================================== 615|That in his rage and rage he will not fail, 615|Since he, through chance, so many nations brought to woe. 615|"I grant, that when the monarch's might is spent, 615|This battle will remain for him without end. 615|But, 'twixt the Christian and the Latian crew, 615|A fight will last an age and ever last; 615|Since it is just; and of the world more sure, 615|I hold it but the due of martial day. 615|"If (to the people's loss) such combat last, 615|'Tis yours to make it fair; if not, mine be, 615|(As that which seems the fittest course for all, 615|To me alone, for the occasion shown) 615|On either side this conquest make an end: 615|For me would Heaven the greater glory have, 615|If but the first should equal that contest done!" 615|"What (quoth he) shall be the first, is left to thee." 615|-- "The right (quoth she) is thine, and so shall be mine, 615|Unless thou wilt the second, as thou saidst hight. 615|But if the first is wrong, and in thy might 615|Thou wouldst defend the second, by a shock 615|I counsel thee, if it for one instant sway, 615|Thou'lt take the prize; for that 'tis thine the right. 615|"Think not to put the second in thy power, 615|And yet the first is wrong: to take away 615|An hour for either is only fair game." 615|Scarce had he said nor left her further speech, 615|When in a sudden flash, a thunder boom; 615|And, for the moment that had past away, 615|The startled world and all that's in her brain 615|Had in one motion stamped such shock upon sound 615|As may be heard amid the cavern-dwell. 615|But not by other sounds, that come, I ween, 615|In other places, as they did in this; 615|But by those of the thunder that arose 615|From out the rock's huge hollow; which, with sound 615|So terrible, broke from its hollow bed, and flew 615|So high that, by its shock upon the sky, 615|Afire to space it made such storm of rain, 615|The thunderbolts flew with such impetuous flight, 615|In that great conflagration, that at hand 615|Is to the topmost peak of Parnassus known. 615|For that, when he has filled it of his might, 615|With all his fiery companions, and it lies; 615|It will be seen if, with the storm and pain, 615|The rock in any part is wounded or torn: 615|And if they in their haste of haste have sped, 615|The lightning-spurts must have caused that ruin too. 615|At this, the mountain and its rocks in sobs 615|Held answer to the deafening noise, and stirred 615|Eternally in middle air anew. 615|By heaven, by earth and hell, by mountain, deep, 615|And deeps in middle vales, the blast was heard; 615|While, to the top of Parnassus, many a one, 615|All on the top, amid the storm was driven. 615|Then were ye, when ye heard, in sounding swell, 615|The noise of stormy sea, the shore on high. 615|And now and then the blast up-wells, and goes, 615|But at our walls the walls themselves up-clam. 615|As soon as they were armed, the foe had tried 615|Henceforth the town and towers; but first had he, 615|All in the storm of battle, blasted be 615|The neighbouring towers with fire, and burnt them all. 615|The walls asunder were of marble made; 615|And, as if, that which it has made, had clomb, 615|A rock, to save themselves from further harm, 615|They had been by the storm and burning lit; 615|Save a stout man, who by the bulwark stood, 615|The very thing on which he could betide 615|A passage from the bulwark, and save he 615|Should fall below in that destruction's throe: 615|And that by this was beaten full his face; 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 35760 ======================================== 1544|And all the land to be one wide 1544|Luxurious feast. 1544|But thou art not of us, 1544|Nor art thou of our band, 1544|That went to the great war to do 1544|Good will to the people; 1544|Thou holdest as of thy own 1544|The land, the people! 1544|In all the land thine interest is 1544|In the uplands and the meadows, 1544|In the deep-tangled forests where 1544|Thy fiercer joyance burns; 1544|Thy blood is shed on hills and rocks 1544|To make thy native plaines 1544|Your own native hills! 1544|When blood-bought Pulham sent his 1544|Knights to bind the Red Pipe, 1544|And, with a Will, they bound 1544|The people's will. 1544|When Bond over-reach'd his 1544|Towers, and built without fee 1544|In the grey dales of Scotchlaw 1544|Heigh-ho! for English soil 1544|The people's will! 1544|The green wood sings to thee, 1544|As if it knew thee well, 1544|And with glad will embrace thee, 1544|Its branches over-brim, 1544|Forget thee like a burshare 1544|To do thee honor! 1544|For though the greenwood bends 1544|Its branches over birches, 1544|And the thrush and blackbird mocks thee, 1544|Thou art the native land 1544|The people's will! 1544|What's your faith, and your right, and your power, 1544|To break the law? 1544|When lawless force would turn from its path 1544|It turned aside; 1544|But when the people's will's made a law, 1544|The will doth turn aside, too! 1544|We'll have no law, then, but the people's will 1544|To tend the common weal, 1544|And the will doth turn aside like the grass, 1544|As we're being trampled on, 1544|The people's law! 1544|He's come and bade us bide his word; 1544|We've bided our time. 1544|For, though our strength be not of him, 1544|We've been his footmen, he's our band. 1544|O, the hour is the hour of bide, 1544|Where the people's will's made a law; 1544|And lawless force is yet but death, 1544|For the will doth bide, too. 1545|With hands unstretched and bare, 1545|And eyes that looked on naught, 1545|A soul in darkness blind, 1545|He was borne upon the wind. 1545|"Here," said the sailors, but the wind 1545|More violently blew, 1545|And they shouted and cried in vain, 1545|That the lad was dead. 1545|He had lived from earliest youth, 1545|He had sung from infancy, 1545|He had quaffed the battle's blood, 1545|And drunk the crimson wave. 1545|He had lived, but he had lived in vain; 1545|He had won at last, 1545|In the world's last wild mirth, 1545|To find that the time of his wane 1545|Was the time of his care. 1545|I saw him lying, I heard him die, 1545|And the waves came rolling still, 1545|And the wind fell and shook the rootain down, 1545|And the sea-mew flapped on the sand. 1545|No sailor on the English shore 1545|Had e'er beheld that count, 1545|Save God and pitying humanity, 1545|He had never loved a man. 1545|"Where can I get a needle?" said the lady of the 1545|They took him into their church, where they laid him in his 1545|"My lord, the lady of the white wing's bed, that's sitting by the 1545|The lady started and started to cry as soon as she saw the 1545|And then the clerk asked the Lady Mary Lou, ======================================== SAMPLE 35770 ======================================== 10602|That neuer ye wolde have in care. 10602|Ye ken best what man was euer last, 10602|And what I am now, that ever I have been; 10602|To-day I see, and know, what ye be, 10602|That I am now the freend Deedestie, 10602|And all men doo in a stranger-like wight. 10602|There was a knight of the realm of Aragon 10602|That made a noble court amonges his knights, 10602|And there a fair lady was of great renowne 10602|In stedfast virtue and in her wit exacte; 10602|For aye she was a damsel fair and chaste 10602|And of great worth, a virgin was she tweye, 10602|And had the goodliest eyes in all that place: 10602|There was not one that could compare her liste 10602|With th'elfox gentynges that in the world were, 10602|For beauty naye with vertue was equall; 10602|Her face was fairer neere in oriente, 10602|Her vertue had the greate light of kindell wone. 10602|Yet soothly her was of a devilish guile 10602|That made her a worthy thing of high renowne, 10602|And that was that her father was the kinge, 10602|And she the queen of his kingdom was begrave. 10602|All his realm she overmoted and grieved, 10602|And his good name was abused and sold, 10602|So that the king himselfe in his owne hande 10602|The childe neglected and over-ruled. 10602|But she that was so faire and so good 10602|At dombe did as well the childe defame, 10602|Who at last that goode thing would it disdaine, 10602|Ne ever could so sore for this torment finde, 10602|And say, that he that was begrave so faire 10602|And in a hall of victorie so good, 10602|Was a devil and a fole, and had be blest 10602|With nothing but a childe and a chastitie. 10602|And yet his mind did not discerne his woe, 10602|And yet his heart would not relent his meane, 10602|So that he was more hated than it was; 10602|And evermore his foes did oppresse him, 10602|So that he had all other foes to hate. 10602|But he, that was so wroth and so sore pained, 10602|Did at that crualte vengance wreake, 10602|And, leaving all the world, did set his soul 10602|Into the realm of God alway to go. 10602|And there he did a thousand wreakes wreake, 10602|Yet, having once so heoward those places, 10602|And with those hemeleagues and high eche yearly 10602|That there were richly steddes and goodly streames, 10602|He durst him in his maryes and mers 10602|And give his enemies good chere to theyr cryme; 10602|And that was why, through his perill in his grace, 10602|His childes and his foes were scribed so sore 10602|That it the sonnes he with them did deeve. 10602|Now nameles and amens of his wreake 10602|Were in his childes wits afold for aye: 10602|He putteth in a wyde-fayrest wyfe, 10602|He fenceth them in a wyfe of grete mery. 10602|He made them in a chere-wise wyfe blythe, 10602|That all the world wold so it wel rewe, 10602|Yet, having nought but a childer and a frere, 10602|He made them all in swich a fals ende. 10602|For, ever as the kinge said by his werk, 10602|That had a childe and that was begrave so faire, 10602|They ne had sette no thing to marye so faste, 10602|That was not blyse and wroghfull of his werk, 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 35780 ======================================== 2824|The first and best friends we have 2824|I trust shall always be our own 2824|Hearts shall be cheer and free, 2824|Our minds be pure and brave, 2824|Our spirits be undaunted. 2824|There he is! he is down on his luck, 2824|And the old man's face is red: 2824|"The devil take your luck, for I think he will!" 2824|And he turns and, standing in a ring, 2824|Brings him a slice of bread and cheese. 2824|He can see them stand on the curb 2824|But he does not say "Well, whither you go?" 2824|For he looks so strong and cold. 2824|"You are the devil's luck, do you see that, sir?" 2824|And the old man says, "That"--but he did not say anything. 2824|"You are not the devil's luck, no, and nor should you be!" 2824|"You can answer him, you can answer him," says the old man, 2824|"And you'll make a great start; 2824|But I won't, for I've heard him, and I see him, 2824|And so I'll not! Why, I might, I suppose, 2824|But why tell him at all?" 2824|"Come in, come in, old man, I'm hungry too! 2824|Come in," says he with a sigh, 2824|"I will find some supper for the rest." 2824|"You cannot find any, I'm sure, sir," says the old man, 2824|As he shakes them both; "but you can't pass me by, either." 2824|"Hush! hush! hush!" said the dog, 2824|"That's a very good little dog." 2824|"Is he so bold? He must be," 2824|They thought, in the room below, 2824|Then they turned round with a frown, 2824|And looked at his courage quite through and through. 2824|"Is he so shy?" They thought, too. 2824|"'E's a very proud little dog," said the dog. 2824|"Is he afraid of men?" They thought. 2824|But the dog stood up straight, 2824|"He's not afraid of anything," he said. 2824|"'E'll tame a bear," the woman said. 2824|Then they talked of the wolf and the wolf's daughter, 2824|And went on with the old man: 2824|"I'm so sorry for the dear old man in this case, 2824|And I know the old dog would not have been happier, 2824|But my dear little dog is a splendid fellow, 2824|And a very, very brave one." 2824|The old man turned to his wife, 2824|And, in a friendly manner, 2824|Asked her permission to see this most special dog. 2824|"Is there any law against it?" he asked. 2824|The old woman answered: "If they're going to call in dogs, 2824|"Would you rather have them?" asked the dog. 2824|"There's none such laws," said he. 2824|"Then what have they got to do with us?" said the dog. 2824|"Oh, the old woman," said he, "she wouldn't take it in danger, 2824|But the dog's as brave as a bull when he wants to fight." 2824|"I wish he wouldn't go," said he, 2824|"I know, and I'm really sure; 2824|They'd have to call in the dogs, 2824|The old woman had a dreadful death. 2824|She was sitting on the steps, 2824|And it was just before the day. 2824|She had brought the dog and fatted calf from the market, 2824|And a slice of plain bread for breakfast. 2824|And this good dog was a sort of a baby-grandmamma, 2824|And the girl's eyes were so very blue. 2824|She was sitting there, in a beautiful dream of beauty, 2824|While her dear dog stood in one strong place behind her, 2824|Sans snout, sans fur, sans head, sans hands. 2824|The dog was a little woman, ======================================== SAMPLE 35790 ======================================== 17393|You said you were no-fuss--but it turns out, no doubt enough, 17393|My brain's a-warping, and the only thing's, I'm in a big way. 17393|"A few more days"--that was your excuse in the end; 17393|But if I'd had a dozen more, God knows just how I'd be- 17393|I don't know what I'd do-just go--no matter what I'd 17393|say to Miss Kitty; I don't even know what I'd do 17393|with my little maid, and how to put her in her place; 17393|And if I'd only got to where you are now--it wouldn't have 17393|been so bad. 17393|"A few more days"!--I think I'll go, but what if I did? 17393|The girl's a child; suppose that the boy will? I don't see 17393|that, nor why it's such a treat to sit there and have a 17393|dinner waiting till I drop out of breath. 17393|But you will understand--and it's all right. 17393|You mustn't--I can't, at least, unless you have a better 17393|excuse--put all your faith in me, and come here if you 17393|want! 17393|Come on!" said I--"come on! So you'll come on again? 17393|If you've as good faith as I have, go on! now, you must! 17393|You're no use--don't you remember? How about that?-- 17393|Don't you remember? What a sort of man I've been 17393|for all those good mornings--one very foolish day of the first 17393|week of June, a man, who could not look in the face that 17393|looked so wan from the sun, and said to himself: 17393|"That boy will see me when he is a child, 17393|And it's out on the country--where he won't leave me. 17393|I'll not take that boy along with me--but then, 17393|I've done with the school, and all, and all. He'll eat a 17393|squirrel alive, and go for a cow or a calf at night 17393|I've done with that school, and done with everything. God 17393|send me peace!" 17393|"Go on!" he cried; "go on! A poor child!"-- 17393|He was the first in the family, and now he was going, 17393|with the rest, 17393|On the most unaccustomed road, and he was nervous as a 17393|lion at the gates, 17393|And he didn't feel well. All our carriage was there, 17393|and the driver's hand 17393|Was a little heavy upon his back and shoulder. 17393|He smiled, and he let us pass, but there was the lad 17393|Standing there, and he was smiling but for an over- 17393|long, 17393|Treading the road, and he wasn't a-happy, you bet I could 17393|You would have let him go off safe and sound; but he didn't, 17393|and I know 17393|How and why. He didn't feel much, for the boy was as 17393|easy for him as a child could be. I don't know a-why or- 17393|whynot, but he said it was good for him to see you again. 17393|I don't feel for the lad; it was only the school that did 17393|it; 17393|I could never have been in the town if I had. And so I don't, 17393|and it's for that I laugh, and I will go a-jogging alone, 17393|when I'm out there, 17393|And watch you walking forward in sight of the boys; just you 17393|and I, for some one you've seen with-out my eyes can read 17393|the letter 17393|A little girl's face 17393|She has always heard 17393|I think it is a-wear 17393|The bird that's free 17393|There is no need 17393|I know a little of the country, but I cannot make a friend 17393|Of the things ======================================== SAMPLE 35800 ======================================== 1382|A little after his death, from a friend who was there, 1382|With an ode to the lady: and then all this long while, 1382|When it had so been written in the book of Time, 1382|When she had stood as a lady of the highest birth, 1382|As a friend has held, that in the day of his meeting, 1382|He would come at last a victor. Ah, that day! 1382|That day he could have met that lady without complaint, 1382|As one might say of the first: for he seemed to know her. 1382|And she seemed as one who had suffered much, 1382|And had come to a place where joy in pain may abound. 1382|And she stood as a lady of rank, 1382|A sister of rank, with the world in her hand: 1382|And, like her, it was time for the end of an age, 1382|But the life of men ages and ages before it. 1382|But there was a question in the air as he stood there, 1382|As he took the last steps of his way of life, 1382|What his life's end might be. 1382|He had marked the years and the centuries, 1382|The ages of men, not years and centuries: 1382|And he said to himself, 'Time's not here to answer that.' 1382|But he walked on in a wise and sober quiet way, 1382|And said, 'I have seen the ends of all the ages. 1382|And I knew that the day was going to come, 1382|When the world's face to a white and open face, 1382|As a lighted window for the world's great purpose, 1382|Faded with smoke, and the old way of life was done.' 1382|And he smiled away the shadows, and said to her: 1382|'I can see my way out of the darkness; 1382|You have gone far enough, O lady fair. 1382|You have found the soul of friendship, love, a long joy.' 1382|So she left him, and to a door he went, 1382|To a door on the further side of the house 1382|From which a world of a different sound proclaims, 1382|Of a different shape and a different scent: 1382|And he made it to a chamber of stone, 1382|And went slowly up a stone staircase, and sat down: 1382|So she, he, she he, and a lady of rank 1382|(I know their names but we do not know their faces) 1382|Had walked for a score of years 1382|And parted in a room by a door of stone. 1382|In the room of stone they sat and looked from the staircase. 1382|And the room of stone was full of night, 1382|It was black and cold and dark: 1382|As if it were a pit of fire: 1382|And the wall the sky had climbed, 1382|And the wall, the wall of the night, 1382|And night had broken through the pit, 1382|And left the wall of the night out of sight, 1382|Out of mind of the two who lived. 1382|It was empty as a land of ice 1382|Of silent moonlit land and sky 1382|Where the snow hath been like a stain; 1382|And a little of moonlight hid the place 1382|In a softness that was soft as death. 1382|As they sat at table and drank wine 1382|And talked of good and ill that happened them, 1382|They drank round them some strange draughts of wine: 1382|In a flash of light in their eyes, 1382|A blush of blood and a blush of wine. 1382|And the fire of love is strong and fierce. 1382|We have met in the dark, they say, 1382|And I brought water for them both. 1382|I have known them long; you know. 1382|I must be done with the story now. 1382|And they stood by one another while the fire glowed. 1382|And they drank, and they drank, and they drank. 1382|And the night went on in a mist of white, 1382|With flames that went through the dark for shame, 1382|As fire that goes ======================================== SAMPLE 35810 ======================================== 8795|With such a weight opprest, as broke the rods 8795|Of wood, then made their heapes more sturdie. 8795|Thus was I ware that I was heaped on bare 8795|And inhuman tombs, and yet no sooner heard 8795|Than I my weighty petition made, 8795|Than I gave a loud Shudder, which the sound 8795|Continued till the day was done. "Asks he now 8795|Who made the kingdom? Says he: 'We, sinners all, 8795|The sound thereof made, who liveth wrongs, at peace 8795|Made with the false gods.' Therefore I do make 8795|His kingdom dark. The kingdom, thus built there, 8795|Right well deserves, because of its iniquities." 8795|Thus unto me he spake: and to make sure 8795|My mind to bear a weightier matter, 8795|He to a nearer part did lead me turn'd. 8795|"I must needs here leave thee; for up there 8795|Above thy thought, thy purpose to subdue 8795|Hath not been yet accomplished. Soon shall pore 8795|The elders of the church, who in wise converse 8795|With thee shall sup and wine. To them shall issue 8795|Counsel more timely. Thomas that sits thereon, 8795|The brother of Arabs, Rabbi of Israel, 8795|Will be the chief messenger between us; 8795|And he is chosen Seer, because of him, 8795|Whose prophetic eye a truth can shatter." 8795|I then: "Surer far, O Rabbi! more guide 8795|Than to find out the best, the simplest path!" 8795|With view, as now to leave him I did walk, 8795|As far as the cincture bound upon my arm, 8795|Backward, as ofttimes travellers wilfully 8795|Ascend the steepest flight of the hill. 8795|Not yet had my audacious thought determined 8795|Where lay the thickest township on the left, 8795|When all at once I saw and heard a noise 8795|Like spring waters bilious. So I spake: 8795|"What seest thou? what alarms thee?" At that sound 8795|A sudden jarr o'er the foliage of the trees 8795|Was heard, which thus my tongue didst whet: "I should 8795|Not fear in so thicket so obstructive a wall. 8795|But how and whereupon, whatso place doth hold 8795|The spirits, Faeries, spirits jocond and bold, 8795|As now I see; and, O how they mount and set, 8795|How from beneath them load them, pray to me, 8795|That they with soot may chaste Adrian mind." 8795|Straight to the top of a high hill, that spans 8795|The space, to us beyond a steeper bound, 8795|We came; and nothing said, yet hardly bards 8795|Should not have lagged. In the glistering sun 8795|Already was the shadow dyed in gold 8795|That coloured dial 1, that shows the way 8795|Wherefrom the souls proceed, by way of drink 8795|To somer, where they woo the AEsars. 8795|When they had exchanged the dosages, and 8795|The sampler filled again, they entered in 8795|Doubtless the seventh circle, where smoulder'd loads 8795|Embitter the soul. There they consume the hours 8795|Numerous, as here and th' attendant Elysium. 8795|And now from mid his coils he declar'd: "Ye 8795|Who ruminate the dire consequences 8795|Of wine, the dye of which thou now seest, 8795|Now drink at once: and think, if I disdain 8795|Your gluttonous wishes, yet a little less." 8795|Already we had stepped forth on the verge 8795|Of the abyss, nor had the heaven-directed stile 8795|Reach'd us by more narrow border. We came 8795|Unto the point, where words three bereav'd me. 8795|First, called perseverance; then, wall'd up, hid 8795| ======================================== SAMPLE 35820 ======================================== 615|(For the earth-dwellings of men, or Gods, abode) 615|Had not a cloud upon his forehead bed, 615|Yet all could see the messenger of heaven. 615|"So on the earth the envoy he took his way, 615|Where he was sent by Mars, the fiery-souled, 615|Who was sent by Saturn, and that other Lord 615|Of Pallas, on the very day; nor ceased 615|To keep his oath, since Venus took the place. 615|And he, till night, with watchful eye pursued 615|The cavalier, through many a shady wood, 615|And many a wilderness of forest wood: 615|Whereof the woods, from out the mountain's side, 615|On some great warrior's passage, gave a light, 615|Who through their beauties on his way had sped; 615|Thus, weary and dismayed, with sleep he broke; 615|And by a winding river sought his way. 615|"When, in a meadow to that cave of gloom, 615|Upon a grassy bank, a mossy bank 615|Studded with bright flowers, a mighty cavern stood, 615|Within whose mouth a narrow passage went 615|Down to the lowest depths of dark and vain, 615|And, as I said, on rock, and bank, and tree, 615|Bared was the savage forest's solitude. 615|"The cave was small, but of a thick and dense 615|That in the mountain-side might never be, 615|Nor on the earth, nor in the sunny lea; 615|And as a cave in mountain-peak was round; 615|There, by the sunlight's glow, the knight espied 615|A damsel and her dame, who in their track 615|Were following him, with whom they seemed to wind. 615|The cave was like a narrow passage, where 615|To pass was very hard to be obtained. 615|"And, to the cave, of mighty power concealed, 615|Of stone made beautiful by fire and stain, 615|With herbs, and berries, blossoms, trees and boughs, 615|And other strange and rarest herbs were sown. 615|This was a place of joy and meditation, 615|And filled with much toil of labour and pain, 615|And much of wonder and delight of sight; 615|Because the cavern, opening on such a height, 615|Was, open, shut, so that the cave was seen 615|Full of the fairest of the female kind. 615|"The knight, from whence those odorous herbs were waked, 615|With his good falchion bore through forest green, 615|And on his head and shoulders wore such gear 615|As to the forest were deemed fit for him; 615|And with no little speed away he hied, 615|Nor to the hill-side, but the neighbouring plain. 615|And after to the cave his course he took, 615|Upon the earth beneath the hollow tree, 615|Where lay with a deep trench a living grave; 615|And, in short, of all its walls had made, 615|The cavern's entrance, shut, and chamber, passed. 615|"At length he came to where he espied, 615|With her, the dame who, as was thought enough, 615|For him to take, and with her, the dame, 615|A lady in the forest was believed, 615|(Thyself on earth, the messenger of heaven, 615|And that the damsel called from heaven her aid) 615|And, having entered in, he took her place, 615|Who had before appeared the fairest of all in hest. 615|"Well loved is she, as her hair and eyes, 615|And goodlier than fair women were before, 615|The day that had not seen their lovely hue; 615|Nor ever in the world with such more joy 615|Went by of eye or thought more joyful wight. 615|"Thence the door, as he in search was bent 615|Of her whose form he sought so lately won, 615|Ran open; and with such a mighty clang 615|As, when the lid is down, the bell is heard, 615|He could not turn his thought, and to his heart 615|He felt great joy at heart, to see that door 615|Which opened on a woman who was fain 615|To lose herself in his ======================================== SAMPLE 35830 ======================================== 37452|To thy long dreamings, 37452|To thy deep, 37452|To thy far wilding of the sea. 37452|So we came back, on a sun-set or the last 37452|Of April, and I remember, as we rode 37452|To the gate of the House of Life's last home, and there 37452|You must have risen as we gazed on the light 37452|Of the morning beneath the evening skies, 37452|And I have forgotten 37452|When we kissed, and I forget 37452|What lips of yours whispered your farewell 37452|To that white face a thousand years ago,-- 37452|You have left me neither grief nor regret. 37452|Yea, I must forget 37452|You, though in sleep ye seem in my sight, 37452|You have left me no memory or farewell, 37452|But the night wind, by a star-lit tree-top 37452|That rustled and sighed like the rain of God. 37452|_Mephistopheles._ Your heart 37452|Sinks in me to this thought of you, fair one, 37452|For I knew that the last hope of my life 37452|Would not come out in this world for me. 37452|How should it come out? 37452|What?--as a kiss 37452|That the last drop out of a weeping heart 37452|Comes rushing back to the mother of joy, 37452|From the heart that is broken by want. 37452|I am weary and so sad, sweet one, 37452|But the love that I held when I prayed 37452|No hand has ever taken from thee 37452|But the hand of the dark wind. 37452|_Mephistopheles._ To thee 37452|We come back from Death and all the sorrow, 37452|And the light of the morning is still, 37452|But my heart is so sad, I know that death 37452|Has left no sign upon my door. 37452|I have kissed a star-struck door; 37452|I have kissed the door from the sky. 37452|What sign is that, if any sign, 37452|That would tell me if thou art dead? 37452|What do I know of the soul that lives 37452|In this dust and the light that would leave 37452|Somewhere at last,--if nothing more? 37452|_Faust._ Not more, 37452|Not more. Thou wert not born to die, 37452|Sweet! but to feel the breath of God's breath 37452|Upon thy soul, and to feel the breath 37452|Of soul-by-breath upon thine heart. 37452|_Mephistopheles._ That is 37452|More than thou canst, sweetest; more than I 37452|Can give thee. 37452|_Faust._ I give thee 37452|The sun that came to smite thee, 37452|The breath that in thy nostrils breathed. 37452|_A look of such tenderness between them, 37452|One moment, was enough to slay!_ 37452|I cannot think this is true. 37452|It is only in the soul's eyes 37452|They see the truth. 37452|She looks upon the spirit of him 37452|Who is now gone; yet her heart is troubled 37452|Beneath the silence of his presence. 37452|_Mephistopheles._ Speak out indeed! 37452|For all this life of us two is over. 37452 ======================================== SAMPLE 35840 ======================================== 24869|Válmíki, in Rákshas form, 24869|Gave her to king Kaikeyí. 24869|Then Nala summoned all his host 24869|And summoned with his blessing. 24869|He summoned and, all his nobles present, 24869|Thus spoke in lofty accents: 24869|“To thee are given this noble dame, 24869|This is the queen Kaikeyí, 24869|For whom thy father Rávaṇ sought 24869|The host of Raghu’s line alliance, 24869|Tried, failed, and borne thence away, 24869|She lives to give a brother’s name; 24869|She lives, for none is dearer now 24869|Than her, my brother, Ráma. 24869|From her, her life is come, I think 24869|If Ráma ne’er shall see it through.” 24869|Such were the words 24869|Spoken by the glorious king. 24869|Then Ráma rose and said, his voice 24869|Rising in tones of triumph: 24869|“For this thou art, for this hast we: 24869|For this I left the city, then: 24869|To thee, Kaikeyí, the queen, 24869|My faithful and true remains return. 24869|The king who gave thee birth, I knew, 24869|Desired her for himself anon.” 24869|Then spake again the mighty king: 24869|“I fain would speak. I will not stay 24869|Until your words be given me.” 24869|Thus to the king in pomp arrayed 24869|Spake the grand bow-man of the foe. 24869|Kaikeyí heard, and, when his speech 24869|The monarch of the fiend addressed, 24869|With scornful words the host resentful 24869|Refrained them as in fear reproved. 24869|Still for all her anger stirred 24869|The king of men, Kaikeyí, still 24869|Retired, and from her side withdrew 24869|Her face so full of scornful scorn. 24869|Then Ráma, lord of men’s expectant sight, 24869|Thus for Kaikeyí made reply: 24869|“How will she now, when by my side 24869|In every part of Ráma’s name 24869|I hold my name I ne’er may lose; 24869|For none but him, for him I blame, 24869|The cause is that by me o’erthrown 24869|This queen my father is disgraced. 24869|But thou, the son of Raghu, say 24869|Wherefore my brother to despair.” 24869|Thus Ráma spake, and Kaikeyí, 24869|To Sítá’s cry, her answer heard. 24869|Her answer and her speech were held 24869|Converse with Raghu’s son the while. 24869|At length she made reply: “I seek 24869|To seek my lord in banishment. 24869|The cause I know, O Ráma, well: 24869|Thy brother by our house is slain. 24869|He slew me when my hands he seized, 24869|In that wild madness which befalls 24869|The foolish ones who wrong the right. 24869|My father’s corpse is held in fee, 24869|And Ráma in my absence shuns 24869|The world and all its wonderous things; 24869|His brother, if he lives, must go. 24869|But still woe and woe indays me: 24869|My wretched heart is rent in twain, 24869|From thee, my brother, and from me. 24869|For me his brother’s body left 24869|With thee and wailing leaves he takes, 24869|And with his limbs is with him borne. 24869|My thoughts have sunk in anguish deep, 24869|And all my heart is sad for him. 24869|O thou, whose words from wisdom move, 24869|Who see that truth which none may see, 24869|My lord, how hast thou loved to pay 248 ======================================== SAMPLE 35850 ======================================== 19221|And I am free. 19221|The winds of winter blow, 19221|The flowers are dead; 19221|But I am not afraid, 19221|Nor for one instant scared; 19221|For I have left behind 19221|No joy behind, 19221|No sorrow past, 19221|No bitterness done. 19221|O Thou, the only Christ! 19221|Who wast conceived beneath the sod 19221|Of old Chaldaea, 19221|I thank Thee, O King of kings, 19221|That, for my daily bread, 19221|I have been made so low 19221|As eat my flowers, 19221|And in Thy mercy sealed. 19221|When I look to heaven, O Lord, 19221|(Thou only canst deliver me 19221|From sin and sorrow), 19221|I see my sins all scathless washed 19221|And cleansed from Holy Salvation's blood; 19221|The only Christ. 19221|That while I breathe Thy grateful praise, 19221|Thy name is in my lips, and thine 19221|Is in my ear. 19221|When my heart's blood's cold whilere, 19221|That lieth in my veins, 19221|While springing life-blood hath been 19221|Dried up with pain. 19221|The sun that is in Jacob's cave 19221|Never shineth there; 19221|But in Thy presence shineth bright 19221|In heaven on high, 19221|While on earth Thou Zion dwell'st 19221|Even on her knees. 19221|O blest Death, when, Death's step approaching, 19221|Thou pray'st that I may be; 19221|And, having offered to the Lamb 19221|My right hand, that he may eat 19221|And drink life's gall, 19221|Do I not then his Eminence 19221|As prince and king, 19221|Before Thine elders in the sky 19221|Let it hang down? 19221|Yes; the splendour of the glorious Host 19221|Hath hung that portal by 19221|To watch who should ride after 19221|And with vict'ry there 19221|The choicest of that mighty host 19221|The host himself; 19221|That by his splendour and his plumage 19221|He might proclaim 19221|In all the land 19221|That unto Jacob was given 19221|The Lamb of God. 19221|So through the country is borne 19221|The glorious triumph home 19221|Told when from Babylon 19221|The tyrant died: 19221|And while all singing and all dancing 19221|The song of praise is sung, 19221|The glorious triumph of the King-- 19221|O glorious triumph! 19221|No longer when the great sun 19221|Is set, 19221|And the dead night clouds gathering 19221|Bring sleep and darkness and the still light of the day, 19221|Through the green branches of the forest oak 19221|Night is not here; 19221|Only in silence and solitude 19221|The nightingale 19221|Sings in the silence of the meadow wild. 19221|Night is not here; 19221|Only in silence and solitude 19221|The nightingale 19221|Sings in the silence of the meadow wild. 19221|As I lay on my death-bed in a lonely place, 19221|I heard all the birds of the air sing, 19221|And all the flowers of the earth were gay 19221|With the glory of the rose in the flower-beds, 19221|And the red and gold of the grass-green sod, 19221|And the blue of the ocean far away. 19221|No darkness now, 19221|But the eternal glory of the night 19221|Broke from the depths of the ocean dark, 19221|And with a silent thunder clomb the height 19221|Of the hill-tops that shield Bethlehem from the road 19221|Where the proud murderers of Nazareth rode, 19221|And Nazareth is fallen--ere yet the Lord driveth him 19221|Selling his flesh for joy to the beasts of the field. 19221|But hark!--they are singing still 19221|In the dark churchyard in Jordan ======================================== SAMPLE 35860 ======================================== 10602|All her selfe to him was knowne, and all her hous: 10602|Whither shee would her selfe by fowle force be led, 10602|And in a fetfull prison placed for to ly. 10602|But he, whose self he was, no less receyved 10602|His selfe, in kinde duty, with much delight, 10602|And in his selfe himselues in her array 10602|His selfe upon her bosome lay full fast; 10602|To him her selfe more good than he was worth. 10602|She, when she saw him thus the more deerely lost, 10602|And all his riches, that long time had els, 10602|As a most excellent dancer, and most fitted 10602|For such like service, to her selfe doo bow, 10602|In her great selfe her selfe was most endear'd: 10602|And when she felt her selfe the fairest deare, 10602|And did herselfe most fitting to the sight, 10602|She would it therefore most admyre her selfe. 10602|Thus by love she vndervayed, and her self bare 10602|Was made vp to the greatest pleasure vnderstor'd; 10602|And by her owne owne sweete tendernesse cou'd. 10602|For it were hard, methought, to make a picture, 10602|Vnto ourselvese, by her faire eyes to be seen, 10602|Or in our selves, by her faire lips to proue. 10602|For all her beauties were in her so true, 10602|That her true beauties also were in her seen; 10602|Vpon her owne face, she gazeth, and doth see 10602|How shee doth make herselfe for herself to stand; 10602|And then she doth her selfe at length relate, 10602|How that her selfe in her is as her best ground, 10602|In her most fit, to her most best esteem; 10602|Which with her owne face, that face doth so simulate, 10602|As to appeare to our eyes, their lovelier eye doth draw. 10602|Thenceforth shee doth us for her true selfe surmonte; 10602|Her selfe so much, that all her beauties we doo 10602|Doe out in us to be perilled full to the end, 10602|And her selfe most in us to soone redeem; 10602|Vmbody to body thus it happeth we to be; 10602|And thus in us to fight it selfe it selfe is, 10602|As we are fighting to the last man-serve weet. 10602|Thus in her selfe she all her beautie doth mourne, 10602|And us most in us to make ayein her selfe 10602|That doth herselfe most, and us for our selfe sherne, 10602|As she herselfe her body doth the last make meeke. 10602|I was a maid, and I was not well to womankind, 10602|But all the more to love, and to lye 10602|With my fair lorde, my liege lord, a noble knight! 10602|Whose faire eyes with a thousand beames were ouerblest, 10602|As a tempest oft disturbs in storms the clouds of night. 10602|And that I was not good, but ill-bred, it was the same, 10602|And all the greater number in me was suspect. 10602|And for my lord to come in this strange place here 10602|And for to lye here with this beauteous face of thine, 10602|I was not true, I was right, and I was wrong, 10602|And all the worse for the less; for with my love I blesse. 10602|Thus I waxed wet and thirsty as the deepe may bee 10602|With lukewarm water that is nieve of beasty hell; 10602|Whiles I sit softlie, while this face is soothed with thee, 10602|As the sunne of day is in the ambers mended. 10602|I am wetter than the eaglet of the marsh ewe, 10602|And ======================================== SAMPLE 35870 ======================================== 615|Him in this battle to assist the rest." 615|"Thy bold and dangerous words," said the cavalier, 615|"Have stirred my fury, and have made me fain 615|To slay thee and thy squires, so shalt thou die 615|If thou dost not with thy squires thyself engage: 615|Thou'lt die, if thou refuse me in this fight." 615|He who his brother should slay, that other wends, 615|With goodly arms and peers, and bears within 615|A furious look, at whose commands to yield 615|That cavalier, who never yet to fight 615|Was known, the same has been the occasion of 615|His life. With him Sir Gernando was beside: 615|And, as they wheeled about the champion, held 615|A distance, and with pointed lances raised: 615|This one and that one in turn has slain. 615|As on the morrow comes another day, 615|The battle shifts, and either warner dies. 615|The war, which had not changed since first it started, 615|By two or three is renewed anew. 615|Sir Gernando, since the other one was slain, 615|Wills that a hundred of his soldiers wait 615|In case he should by the count retire; 615|But he is told that he should yield himself 615|Towards Arles, with many of his train, 615|Nor longer in that spot remain in wait. 615|Their words Sir Gernando to the warrior cries, 615|That he will take his place to combat here: 615|But him the cavalier, that in that place 615|Would never yet with martial might contend. 615|He, that he that was in battle slain, will yield, 615|Because to him Sir Orlando goes: 615|And he, that so has won such glorious prize, 615|Will give, for him, as here is none, his hand. 615|"The youth, my lord, with your escort stands, 615|And with him will I, in place of fight," 615|Exclaimed the youthful Galaphron, "hold 615|The table, and, that here you may be fed, 615|Away with him -- for he himself would hold 615|The table, ere he fought." He said, and went. 615|And there alone the young Orlando stood 615|Beside the table of the Scottish lord, 615|Nor having been more than once his guest; 615|Him, in expectation, with great delight 615|And joy the warrior's name had heard. 615|Meanwhile the other came, with joyous mien, 615|And bearing in his hand a lily white, 615|Which in his courser was in valour placed, 615|As he from land that gave him joy had hied. 615|For by the saddle's rein the charger stood, 615|Whose dame to take him for her lord had flown. 615|The warrior to the table was brought in, 615|And there, and fed himself, and with his wain, 615|His head on daintiest grass reclined, or sought 615|For water's shade, or flowery couch to make; 615|Nor could for weeping find the time to cry; 615|So glad and joyless was the host of Spain. 615|Beside him was a noble knight at rest, 615|Whose martial might the cavalier had taught, 615|Moysen-les, whose long locks and haughty grace 615|Might with the fairest of the youthful train 615|Be matchless, or, I say, of age appear. 615|No lance had he, the sword of cavalier, 615|But what was drawn his saddle gave to him. 615|To him at hand was given the saddle white 615|By Orlando, and was of the damsel's sire. 615|Nor of his other arms the young cavalier 615|Could tell who should be left as best; for so 615|The fair and well-form'd damsel bade him fly 615|Beside the table, and had slain the rest. 615|He, but to find him in an evil case 615|I know not, nor can tell in present verse. 615|They in the midst of all the field did sway 615|The valiant youth; they lifted up themselves, 615|For he was lifted by the noble peer, 615|In martial might, and ======================================== SAMPLE 35880 ======================================== 29345|I'll walk the sea, alone, 29345|A sailor of hope on a stormy sea. 29345|A sailor of hope on a stormy sea. 29345|I'll put my hand in the sea's hold. 29345|A sailor of hope on a stormy sea. 29345|I will be proud to be true to the sea 29345|And brave to take to the sea. 29345|I'll leave my home for a voyage vast and strange 29345|And full of wonder and awe. 29345|I will roam far from my friends, my native land, 29345|Across wide leagues, and through snow and through rain, 29345|Through storm and calm, night and noon. 29345|And on my journey will I find the 29345|My mother and father and sisters and brothers and sisters. 29345|I will see them again and at last 29345|Upon the green and pleasant shores. 29345|I have heard that the sea is a 29345|Dark place, 29345|And sometimes when I have been sad 29345|In heart, 29345|The sea has done it for me. 29345|I have heard that the sea is a cold place, and sometimes 29345|The snow falls in great sheets upon my body, but 29345|I do not worry at all and do not fear them. 29345|I look to the south and the south and look to the west 29345|And look in the north, and I see a fair land. 29345|I have heard that the sea is the place of pleasure, 29345|And that is why I am not frightened of it at all. 29345|It is pleasant all about me. 29345|I wish I might keep away 29345|From the heart 29345|Of the sea 29345|As I lay 29345|In my bed 29345|At night 29345|If I could drift 29345|To a place 29345|That is pleasant. 29345|I wish I knew 29345|From the wind 29345|Where it blows 29345|What is fair 29345|In the sea 29345|That there is 29345|Life, 29345|And pleasure. 29345|I wish I knew 29345|From a ship 29345|I could sail 29345|At full speed 29345|Through the sea 29345|As a girl 29345|Does a boat. 29345|I wish, somewhere 29345|I could be, 29345|Full of laughter, 29345|Full of fun, 29345|When I grew up 29345|And the sun 29345|Was too strong 29345|For my hair, 29345|But I know 29345|That somewhere 29345|Is the right place 29345|With the sea 29345|To drift with you. 29345|I wish I knew 29345|What the sea 29345|Would 29345|Do 29345|If it were you 29345|In the sea. 29345|I will come, I will come, I will come and go 29345|Over the pike and water, over the land and down, 29345|And when I come to the sea again, I will be 29345|As happy as happy can be--as I always have been, 29345|And never shall forget till I am in the sea again. 29345|I will go where the mermaids dance, and where the sea-mew flies, 29345|And the crabs come creeping out above the water, and all 29345|The little fish and sea-gulls swimming by, and all the waves 29345|As black as knives and as blue and as white as ink. 29345|I will walk all the windy seas and sing by the shore, 29345|And hear the mighty voices and hear the many feet, 29345|And the glad sound of a hundred laughter. 29345|I will put my hand in the sea's hold 29345|And then, as one may put a hand in a bestseller, I 29345|Will drift on where the sea-mew calls. 29345|I'll sing what I hear, I'll sing what I see, 29345|I will let my soul go sailing round and round 29345|In this great unknown world as good as in all else. 29345|I'll sing what the sea-moths say. 29345|I ======================================== SAMPLE 35890 ======================================== 17393|With them of old,--my poor old mother on the stair, 17393|And not my brother or my father--me, and none but he. 17393|And all my future, though (I'm too old to buy, I think) 17393|I cannot see the way I am, I could perhaps make right, 17393|By looking backward on the years when I was only boy. 17393|The days of my life, all gone, and all the years when I 17393|Was only child, but never having seen the years go by!-- 17393|The time I am longing for, the time I am awaiting-- 17393|The days the time is drawing near, the time is coming soon, 17393|'Twould take a while to talk about,--when the talkers all are gone, 17393|And the old chronicle's pages are a blank and mirky one. 17393|But there may come a day when I, at forty-five or so, 17393|Will be as old, and I might look at you an hour or two, 17393|And, reading, see what we lived on then in life and love, 17393|And what I shall be then, perhaps, --for what I see, see, 17393|And what I was a month ago; and what the old self may be!" 17393|Then, as the old chronicle went, she took the book down from its place 17393|So at the last she turned from it the pages just three or four: 17393|"The time that I was boy, and all my life since, is from you! 17393|"I see it in myself, I hear it in all those that are past; 17393|"I think it in myself that all that is to come may be so; 17393|"I see it in myself, that Time has not yet undone you. 17393|"If you think in years you are old, I know it, I am old! 17393|"You are but a day in an eternity to me! 17393|"You were but an hour and a half of an hour and a half, 17393|"When I was a little child, in a little room beside you, 17393|"Child, child, what have I done with you?" 17393|But, as she spoke, her fingers, as though thrilled with rapture, 17393|Made the pages vanish out of the book,--and there they stood 17393|With the last of him, and that last page of him, left there, 17393|Just as he had said he would do in the time to come, did she: 17393|But his name? The name that she'd writ for him, if ever? 17393|And her eyes grew dim, and she started back as if afraid, 17393|Just as his last words had warned her he'd return in the spring-- 17393|Why had he written that name, anyway? What had he to tell 17393|That no other one might accept, like his? and could it be-- 17393|"What, you will be content to leave me alone--oh, dear, dear! 17393|"No: let others follow this, let them keep all alone! 17393|"What, you'll be content to follow me, let them keep all alone, 17393|"Let a brother of theirs, who was happy, or a father, 17393|"Let a mother, who wanted to be mine, for the love of my 17393|"No: let them be happy, but follow, follow--why, my dear. 17393|"The love, the glory, the pride of my manhood, I've forgotten! 17393|"Let this be the only one that I have,--and I've nothing else-- 17393|"Take off the ring, let him forget it, for I'll take off the ring 17393|If he'll only be mine, as I am, then--but he will never be: 17393|And she had not the strength to make a trial, to prove her belief; 17393|So away, away through the wild green hills the path wound down 17393|As the day waned, and a wiry old man went riding by, 17393|And up on a height by a river and farmstead ran the runner by, 17393|And the light that came low from the clouds did its business with him, 17393|But he caught it and looked and he smiled, and there at his back drew 17393 ======================================== SAMPLE 35900 ======================================== 1166|With the rain-drops from the leaves. 1166|And she sings: "O, you know 1166|When the darkening moon begins to swim, 1166|Before you lie alone and dream: 1166|"You'll think of me on May." 1166|I've grown to be so tired 1166|Of the old men who talk and write: 1166|"Folks have views, and hats, and money, too, -- 1166|Folks have songs, and looks, and money, too." 1166|I've been to Rome for a speech 1166|And seen the people who talked 1166|In the Roman Pavilions. 1166|I've studied in the Louvre 1166|What men have died for: 1166|Why some are proud, and some are proud, 1166|And some are proud 1166|Because they knew no better; 1166|And some have never known better. 1166|I've been to Rome for a speech 1166|And seen the people who talk there 1166|Shouting in the crowds of men; 1166|I've spent the day with Dante -- 1166|But his words were never mine. 1166|I've been to Rome for a speech 1166|And seen the people who talk there 1166|Trying to make a speech; 1166|And I heard people say to me: 1166|"You have made yourself as small 1166|As a bird that flies from the moon. 1166|You have nothing to show 1166|But your coat of many things, 1166|And your coat which is the colour 1166|Of the clouds of heaven itself." 1166|I know what they are saying; 1166|'Tis the same, I know 1166|That one has nothing that is good; 1166|Yet I always know 1166|That one has something good. 1166|As on the day I went 1166|Down here to Rome, I did not know 1166|If people were waiting for me. 1166|I only knew the way 1166|Was not worth knowing, the people were 1166|Waiting to hear me. 1166|They said to me, "Why you are coming -- 1166|You have changed for the worse -- 1166|That is why you have come -- are coming 1166|You see." 1166|And now when I come back 1166|What will I speak 1166|Of what I've seen? -- 1166|We are the same, 1166|We, are we not? -- 1166|The things that we have done 1166|Will all make right. 1166|And I shall ask no questions, 1166|And all the old mistakes 1166|Will disappear, the ruts and sluices 1166|And all the broken walls; 1166|No one's asking what I've done before! 1166|I am more mature. 1166|When all is done, 1166|I shall be content 1166|Not to have cared: 1166|I shall have done with tears and sighs, 1166|And given over hope. 1166|I shall have built a little State, 1166|And set my face to wait 1166|Till God should tell me I was good 1166|Before I died. 1166|As the bird for shelter 1166|In a cave has gone to brood, 1166|So will I, in the hope of light, 1166|Watch over you. 1166|I shall make myself a little State 1166|And set myself a little home, 1166|Just for your surmise 1166|I shall be. 1166|The little window-pane 1166|Is open spread before the fire; 1166|The little window-pane 1166|Is open wide; 1166|I watch you pass across the floor, 1166|Without a word of speech, 1166|Into the little State of Home, 1166|Into the little State of Love. 1166|The wind is in the little window-pane: 1166|Oh, it leans from the small window-pane: 1166|And the wind sings: "My home is beside the sea 1166|That is for all . . . friends . . . friends!" 1166|. . . The ======================================== SAMPLE 35910 ======================================== 16452|Thence to th' assembled city he had gone. 16452|He found it full in store, that while he stood 16452|On th' extremest point of his compass'd tent, 16452|The chariot-wheel, on which all the cars 16452|In four and eight ranks, and all the charioteers 16452|Were stored, he left his charioteer, and rose. 16452|He called to him old Diomede, and said, 16452|Idomeneus, and all ye other Chiefs, 16452|Ye have my car drawn nigh; I must not see! 16452|Haste then--give it to Jove!--and bring a signal 16452|To thyself, and with it will I depart. 16452|So saying, he bade his faithful servants bring 16452|The glorious chariot. Then Idomeneus 16452|Halted his awful brows, and, his own seat 16452|Beside his chariot, took his spear, and stood 16452|Hang'ring. Then the other Chiefs their hands 16452|Upbraiding, each a new resolve express'd 16452|In his, and each his spirit to Ulysses rous'd. 16452|Who then will lead the noble stranger through 16452|The vast extent of Troy, and show him all 16452|The camp, and city, both, or on their own 16452|His own good person only? Who of all 16452|Can firstly compel Achilles to relinquish 16452|All and renounce his warlike fame his due, 16452|And drive him from the fleet, and make him bear 16452|No more the name of citizen of Troy? 16452|For him let Jove with all the Gods attend, 16452|And he shall live; he never may repay. 16452|He ceased, and every Greek his voice approv'd; 16452|Then to the front toward the trench they went 16452|Of Neptune's royal coursers, which he placed 16452|Beside him as he bade; there Hector stood 16452|The same who to Achilles once alone, 16452|In his retreat, in triumph, thus address'd. 16452|Ah stranger! tell me, and be admonish'd 16452|By whom the war-ship, and the chariot, see? 16452|For I would know; but no man of them all 16452|Can tell me; none I hope to see, myself, 16452|In Argos from far that we may reach 16452|My city and my home. But let them each 16452|Make trial of those strangers; I shall try. 16452|He ended, who at Hector's voice was silent. 16452|Then from the trench forth the swift steeds, command 16452|By Neptune, at the summons both drew near, 16452|And Hector at the chariot next appeared. 16452|He stood upright, and with eyes of flame 16452|Blazed, as he to his attendants gave command. 16452|Then to the two he said, brave Laothöe 16452|From her right shoulder cast the pointed spear. 16452|Armored by a mighty host, he fell at once, 16452|And, groaning, by the spear's point was slain. 16452|Ajax alone o'erleav'd, and, struggling both, 16452|Sprang from the trench; but first his bowels torn 16452|He bore away; then, wretches, thus exclaim'd. 16452|Ye Trojans, ye should have guard your chariot-wheels! 16452|Not mine, as I, the godlike Hector fell, 16452|But I who in your host for safety seek'd. 16452|But give me now the warlike Laothöe, 16452|Whom if my presence would your camp destroy, 16452|That I may succor it while she lives, 16452|Whose arm I arm'd, herself I sought, nor found. 16452|She answer'd, then, Achilles of renown. 16452|Atrides, not of mine account are ye; 16452|I would your host, yourselves, yourselves, have slain; 16452|But, nowise impeded, the fight renew'd; in me 16452|Strongness and courage joined, and in Ulysses 16452|Such as I found him. Yet, oh, think yet how ======================================== SAMPLE 35920 ======================================== 1304|'Mong dells and mosses wild! 1304|'Where the grass was tall and green, 1304|'Twixt the heather and the thorn, 1304|A ditty sweet and clear 1304|Came floating on the wind 1304|To me from Teddesley! 1304|'There, when the leaves were still, 1304|Beside yon cottage door, 1304|Where no shadow dwelt, 1304|Nor breath o' wind could wake 1304|Her dreary angel-loosened nave, 1304|My lonely bard I heard, 1304|In that immemorial ear, 1304|The dreams of Teddesley! 1304|'There, in his book of rhymes, 1304|In its holy urn hid, 1304|He with dreaming fancy smiled 1304|On the wild wanderer's dream, 1304|As, on yon yew-trunk bough, 1304|In the gloaming, lanely shady hour, 1304|The hawthorn bore the bower. 1304|'There, in that garden bright, 1304|Within whose gilded bloom 1304|The ivy hung like treasure,--smiled, 1304|And whispered low her tale, 1304|Of old that wonder-working man, 1304|Whose magic way and lore 1304|Had swept the world from of old, 1304|Into some enchanted deep 1304|That none could see or know! 1304|'There, in the mellow light, 1304|Around whose shadowy feet 1304|The fairy hordes had danced and run, 1304|And won eternal love, 1304|His rapture took from all, 1304|And made him prey upon his own, 1304|Even the bold Robin Hood.' 1304|Then, Robin, rose thy head, 1304|And boldly stole on yonder tree, 1304|Which yet did not decay, 1304|And 'neath the eaves did twine. 1304|And thou, fair Robin, thence didst go 1304|In quest of his true love still-- 1304|Her who was like the sun 1304|To burn and blush and shine. 1304|And there did wander Robin 1304|'Mid the beeches and the fern, 1304|A-fetching, fetching, with a stick, 1304|Of bird's eggs, every one. 1304|'They were all made of jessamine, 1304|'Fair saffron thread they glowed; 1304|'They glowed like burning grass, 1304|'In noonday heat or dew! 1304|'But still they were not free 1304|'As Robin's other store, 1304|'For they could not put to sea; 1304|'Yet neither could they fly; 1304|'And every one was full 1304|'As rich as any king.' 1304|And Robin he stole up the hill, 1304|'And bared the beeches bare, 1304|'And gathered every one 1304|'That in that garden grew. 1304|'Now this is the reason why 1304|'Good Robin Hood 's a thief, 1304|'And of an honest heart; 1304|'For though the seed was good, 1304|'And they all had wealth full, 1304|'Yet, after all, they were not free, 1304|'For their good folk could not sail, 1304|'Since they were poor and small. 1304|'And so, because of this, 1304|'Robin Hood would have to 1304|'Seek his fortune in a glass, 1304|'And never, never rise! 1304|'For though she brought all these 1304|'Green beauteous women in, 1304|'And flowers and silver trim, 1304|'Yet men must needs grow old, 1304|'Else has the cup some lees. 1304|'And this poor Robin Hood 1304|'Still finds his fair lady 1304|'In every garden-close 1304|'Which he has stolen from; 1304|'For every beauteous thing 1304|'In every garden-close 1304|'Must come once more to light.' ======================================== SAMPLE 35930 ======================================== 34237|And yet no more the song 34237|Echoed through the trees, 34237|As though the soul of melody 34237|Filled all the air with sweet delight,-- 34237|No more the words were sung 34237|That we so often heard 34237|In the songs of the woods, 34237|That through the echoes rang 34237|As if the harp-string echoed there,-- 34237|No more our souls went wandering there, 34237|For now the trees sang farewell 34237|To the summer that was gone. 34237|For now the year is springing anew 34237|And life is everywhere, 34237|In the sunshine, and the showers, 34237|And the flowers, and many-leaved grass. 34237|And the trees are gay in their green-bays,-- 34237|And the birds sing still 34237|In the leaves above our low eaves, 34237|For this is Christmas day. 34237|And thou art better, Mother dear, 34237|Since thou hast put that thought from thy mind, 34237|And shut the fearful shutter of the past, 34237|To make room for Hope's full, glad array. 34237|Thy spirit, free from all alloy, 34237|Lookest pure and eager-chewing, I trow, 34237|As if 'twould feast upon its Christmas food, 34237|As one who, hungry, is not wholly bad. 34237|Thou hast smiled for my delight, 34237|And made this feast a pleasant one, 34237|And hast, from thy treasure-house of pleasure, 34237|Gathered without test or ration 34237|Sweet plenty for the hungry soul:-- 34237|Thou hast fed all day the appetite, 34237|And with enough of kindness fed 34237|The heart and mind of the starved child. 34237|Thou hast fed the weak with little gifts, 34237|And given the hungry hours their hours, 34237|And with enough of patience patiently 34237|Hast sate thy sweet and thornless soul. 34237|Thou hast drunk enough of joys divine 34237|In life's torrid torrents that pour 34237|Like dews from Eden, or the dews 34237|From out the cool and gentle South. 34237|Thou hast bathed the soul and body too, 34237|And at the fulness of thy vigils drunk 34237|The nectar of the great eternal Spring, 34237|And hast with thy enough of plenty 34237|Drained from all clods the heart and brain. 34237|Thou art satisfied, good Mother mine! 34237|And I am satisfied with thee, 34237|And I,--who would not be the clown 34237|That thou wert the virgin saint-- 34237|That thou wast the only god-child 34237|To me, have ever sung and said. 34237|Thou hast fed so well the soul and body, 34237|And hast given me so much delight 34237|From thy provision for my soul, 34237|That now, as wholly badder grown, 34237|I make my prayer the nobler thing 34237|Of all prayers, save one to the gods, 34237|That thou wilt be my heart and body, 34237|And I shall feed and clothe thee too. 34237|Come from thy winter sea of snow 34237|A warm and Lydian rain; 34237|A shower of splendour from the blue 34237|Of the green-mantled tide; 34237|And a sound of merry-making voices 34237|That make a merry summer-zone; 34237|The trilling of the livelong tide 34237|That flows beneath the hill; 34237|And the wild trumpet that calls the spring 34237|And all the strings that swell. 34237|O let me be the song that flows 34237|From the heart of the blue sky; 34237|And the sea of laughter that is there 34237|Whose murmur is full of thee. 34237|A happy child, on lake and bay, 34237|Far in the forest wild, 34237|I dreamed a dream, like a song of birds 34237|I sang in summer meadows wild, 34237|Of how my mother was a maid, 34237|And I her darling was ======================================== SAMPLE 35940 ======================================== 2620|That with the first I feel, 2620|And with the last I know! 2620|For what I know or what I dare, 2620|God only knows. 2620|My life like a sad, long sigh is sent, 2620|Sent from the dying sun, 2620|Sent from the dying sun,-- 2620|And the sad, long sigh I make it by 2620|Is the sound of thy sad heart. 2620|For there is one who evermore 2620|Shall bear thy weight. 2620|And he shall lie on the mountain side, 2620|And bear it to his lonely home 2620|On the mountain-top. 2620|So, so I die. Oh, I shall not fall! 2620|Not now! and not till, and not till 2620|Shall my pale memory fade from view, 2620|Fade from my heart! 2620|For I have found thee,--and how shall I 2620|Find thee again? 2620|And what other? The desert's lonely! 2620|So, so I die. 2620|My love came like a little flame 2620|Into my life,-- 2620|In the dark night of a troubled heart, 2620|Out of a dark year. 2620|And the night of a troubled heart 2620|Has been night to my soul 2620|Ever since, since the night of that night, 2620|I looked up in vain! 2620|But ah! I have found, and I know well,-- 2620|This heart, alas! -- 2620|That my own night is not the only night, 2620|Nor that thy night is not the least, 2620|Nor thy least the worst. 2620|For in the dark night of a troubled heart 2620|I know not whither to fly, 2620|Since the dark night of a troubled heart 2620|Comes back once again. 2620|But what of that? Ah, that's a wise pain 2620|Would be nowise like! 2620|I would rather lie here, with the darkness 2620|On my lifeless heart, 2620|And the sound of a sad, dark night, around, 2620|Wherein the birds of the air 2620|All of them weep and wail, and cry their fill 2620|To the empty chandelier 2620|Where I shall never fall asleep, 2620|Save to pitying Death. 2620|A few words to the sun and the green fields, 2620|To the red flower in the dell-- 2620|And to thee, the star, the star of the day-- 2620|With its white and crimson gleam? 2620|With its golden light in the silent skies, 2620|And to die so soon? 2620|Ah, no, I will think of thee, my star, 2620|As I think of thee 2620|In the deep midnight, when I weep and wait, 2620|When Death draws near, 2620|And the night so dark shall come, ah me, 2620|Save to pitying Death? 2620|With the night that follows, let us think, 2620|For the night that is gone is dead! 2620|If this be despair, 2620|Let us have stiller thoughts; 2620|Let us dream that death is but fear, 2620|That the days that are done 2620|Will come back to us no more. 2620|And all this wistfulness and pain 2620|Will be but joy no more. 2620|In dreams that are brief let us behold 2620|Our children coming,--children and years, 2620|All so charmingly fair; 2620|That they may gaze on us with smiling eyes, 2620|And ask with gentle hearts, 2620|"What was it that did all the while, pray Wells, 2620|Make sweet and perfect love to me?" 2620|But dreams are folly; I see them, yet 2620|Could not have dreamed but yesterday! 2620|The sun is not upon the water! 2620|The wind is not upon the land! 2620|The trees are bare; the springs are dry! 2620|The sky is blue; the sun is off 2620|The earth, and all about me, and about me, ======================================== SAMPLE 35950 ======================================== 1322|I do not sing for lovers, 1322|I do not sing for the lovers, 1322|Though they praise me, may be. 1322|I sing for the poor men who feed in the meadows 1322|Where the rattle-snake's rattles grow, 1322|And the old women who wash in the cool dark water 1322|And the young boy with his toys, and that young maiden, 1322|That old man, that maiden. 1322|I sang of love, but, alas! the music failed us, 1322|Love's song of delight is drowned in the silence; 1322|What, alas! were the songs of our lovers, 1322|When the war-hymn songs were over? 1322|And who would dare sing? not I, not I, 1322|In the days when you love me? 1322|Oh, the sound of the war-hymn bells, 1322|And the war-hymn music, alas! 1322|And the songs of our love, how they echo me, 1322|All are perished, alas! alas! 1322|And the songs of the war-hymn bells, O alas! 1322|Aye, but the music of the songs I sing, 1322|Aye, but the music of the songs I sing, 1322|They are lost in the silence, they are lost in the silence, 1322|And the men whom I love no more, no more, 1322|Oh, I cannot repeat it, 1322|Nor hear again the tune. 1322|And so the tune I drop, but there's my bag 1322|In a corner, forgotten as before, 1322|And I will not sing again, nor again lift 1322|My eyelids to the light. 1322|I heard the sound of the cannon, 1322|It was not the cannon which shot the shells, 1322|Nor yet the shells themselves, 1322|For it was only one good ball 1322|Which broke through the mighty German wall. 1322|I heard the sound of the shots and the clashing 1322|Of shields, and I looked up to see, 1322|As I looked up to see her, 1322|Two young and beautiful women, 1322|(One white, the other black like the masquerade,) 1322|I heard their voices and saw their cheeks flushed, 1322|And I could not understand their speech, 1322|(My eyes were fasten'd to my hand,) 1322|I heard the sound of the shells, 1322|They struck the wall on their angry wings, 1322|All that I know is, you'd never have thought 1322|That the walls could be so solidly wall'd 1322|If some giant from outside came to wallow. 1322|I heard the sound of the shots, 1322|They sounded of the shock of earth and heaven, 1322|They sounded as of billows, which break on ships, 1322|Sound like peals of thunder, sounds as of waves, 1322|Of which the deepest is known to the eye, 1322|Sound as of drums, sound as of trumpets, sounds 1322|As of sea-birds' wings on the crest of the wave, 1322|Sound as if bells and tambouroes were beating, 1322|Sound far off, sound far, sound cool, sound high. 1322|I heard the sound of the shells, 1322|They sounded as of waves, as if two seas 1322|Of sound were at strife, and with these I could 1322|Only see the dark and narrow sea. 1322|I saw two black eyes, I saw two bright, 1322|I heard one say, 1322|I heard her say, 1322|I heard the sound of the shells 1322|I saw the wall and the guns, I saw them all 1322|As I was looking up close for she was a maid, 1322|I saw the wall, I saw the guns, and I knew; 1322|So then I was sure I'd see her face to face, 1322|But I knew no day, 1322|The white and black eyes, 1322|The silver lips, 1322|The brown and black head, 1322|The brown and black feet, 1322|I saw a thousand times fifty thousand girls, 1322|With round black ======================================== SAMPLE 35960 ======================================== 38529|In their midst the old man came in sight: 38529|Thus by their sovereigns taught to learn, 38529|This is the world, with all its wars and woes, 38529|The world, so well our fathers bore it;-- 38529|From whence the moccasins and the dagger, 38529|And all the implements of death's command, 38529|Were first introduced.-- 38529|At one blow were these ancient weapons 38529|Thy foes to shatter and thy friends to rout. 38529|If the world's whole system were to fall, 38529|What then remained but this?--a bloody heap. 38529|'T was thus that Britain first, and France, 38529|(And many a conquering chief beside) 38529|A glorious world and fatal chain brought forth, 38529|And gave to Britain's sons a crown, 38529|And all the glory of the world to share!-- 38529|If you want money--here's a thousand pounds, 38529|If you want advice--here's a thousand swords. 38529|The mighty mace that Britain bore 38529|From this rude North, you mean to find; 38529|We fought with guns (as good old Burgiers) 38529|And Britain fought to be our slave. 38529|The English are all in pieces, says he, 38529|For their poor wars with this poor North; 38529|We fight with maces--so they say, but 38529|You're wrong against those proud Frenchmen. 38529|But I--(not heeding him that says he lies) 38529|All my riches to these wilds am bown, 38529|And I can pay my old master's fee 38529|With the sword I gave when I was king, 38529|The sword that cut his heart in twain 38529|And made his fame a world-wide song-- 38529|I can pay him, as he says, in swords: 38529|I cannot send him money, say you; 38529|I can give him advice with a word; 38529|If he's in want--if, say, his blood runs low, 38529|If the King's a king, there's one who can pay; 38529|The world and its glory can help him, 38529|And our hearts, our pockets, our hearts' content! 38529|But to see him--say you, or say you must-- 38529|A good man, and a brave man, say I, 38529|That good King, and that brave King to come, 38529|The King that will be our lord and guide; 38529|I only want a thousand swords, 38529|They are good men and brave to their last. 38529|(With a sword, which he carries in his hand.) 38529|"My lord, the King that sent this bold young man, 38529|This stranger, to Britain's regal dome, 38529|Has granted him, on his merit, all 38529|The lands of all his subjects here." 38529|So read the royal proclamation, 38529|The paper, the papers, the tray 38529|They gave the noble stranger to view-- 38529|(For Britain's regal heads can eat, 38529|And a bold young man can make the tray.) 38529|When the brave youth came to the royal town, 38529|He was received with much respect, 38529|Who, for a time, looked out of his glass, 38529|And said, "'Tis not a common room." 38529|To the King's High Banquets he was sent; 38529|They gave him a thousand pounds a year, 38529|(As the regal papers they had seen) 38529|As the royal proclamation says: 38529|"The King's High Banquets and Regal Park, 38529|Shall now be the subject of the brave king, 38529|Whom he found at the morning of morn, 38529|By a noble youth whom you know well, 38529|The King his brave young friend who brought him hither!" 38529|Here is a picture, which in the family is 38529|So often used to represent the chief 38529|Whom in time's early days you have known, 38529|The proud and great leader of the white, 38529|The glorious captain of the free.-- 38529|The man without a peer ======================================== SAMPLE 35970 ======================================== 1279|And, by my mistress' wille, for she is my life: 1279|Gawaine, Sir! I wish you were in your grave; 1279|But, ah! by my mistress' sick consent I've done. 1279|Pardon, O pardon, gracious God, that ever I sinned, 1279|That ever I sinn'd, and can think on't any more; 1279|That ere I sorrow, on Tammie's belded grave 1279|I'll curse that cheats, on whom I trust so much: 1279|For, ere that, I'll sin no more, or think on't again. 1279|My heart's in the Highlands, y' hae said, Willie, 1279|My heart's in the Highlands; 1279|There's cheer, there's jirt, and there's rest, Willie: 1279|There's pleasure, and there's cheer, Willie, 1279|There's cheer, and there's jirt, and there's rest. 1279|O there's cheer, and there's jirt, whare will ye roam? 1279|Or there's pain, pain, pain, 1279|When yoke-fellow shall curse and you draw nigh? 1279|There's nocht but this o' joy and nocht but pain. 1279|Chorus--O there's jirt, and there's rest, Willie, 1279|And there's pleasure, and there's cheer; 1279|There's pain, pain, pain, and there's cheer; 1279|When that my Jim shall bless and me deny. 1279|There's trouble, trouble, trouble, Jim, 1279|And trouble, trouble, trouble; 1279|It naught can amort, nor heap, nor wrang: 1279|My heart is yours--and there's jirt, and there's rest. 1279|O there's cheer, and there's jirt, let difference grow; 1279|'Mang rich men try to be a bawd, 1279|And poor men try to be rich, 1279|My heart is your, and there's joy, and there's rest. 1279|My life is in your hand, Jim, my heart is in your own; 1279|You can raze what I cherish most: 1279|So, on your credit live! 1279|But, if to steal our joy should fail, 1279|O tell me, whence comes fortune's call? 1279|Thence, spring comes into the scene: 1279|From spring and pleasure flows, 1279|And thence, in gentle water borne, 1279|The stream of human lot. 1279|But why the pleasure to destroy? 1279|That's a cause of grief and misery: 1279|Grief's sweet-savour'd token 1279|Is pain-delighted sense; 1279|And, though by sorrow led, it flow's 1279|To sorrow's bitter flood. 1279|The rose's sweet flowers we love and press, 1279|And love with joy to view them burn; 1279|But love too oft doth quick destroy, 1279|Or quickly mend the broken heart; 1279|The winter's tempests drive them on, 1279|And ice our smiles with tears. 1279|Then seek thou nought but pity, fame, 1279|And virtue's living fires; 1279|To give what here thou lov'st away, 1279|Must Heaven's bounty be. 1279|I canna' see thee, Johnie, 1279|I cannae joine to my han'; 1279|But thus I spy a smile 1279|On thou and on thysel'. 1279|Thou's spent wi' louers' banter, 1279|An' thou's grown sad and sic a wee; 1279|I see thy smile, an' thou's won, 1279|A man of randsome might, 1279|And wad seeme ane that's raved o't 1279|An' mad to join the rarities. 1279|It's true, thy fortune's bad, 1279|As seems ance at sea a prime, 1279|But then a captain's man 1279|To man the helm o' some auld sail. 1279|But thou's a captain of men, 1279|An' man's ======================================== SAMPLE 35980 ======================================== 16686|And yet, as you see, I don't believe that 16686|My "little black book" is so "unreadable" that 16686|My eyes, and only my eyes, can understand 16686|Or understand those passages that I loved so 16686|When I was just a first-time bride and mother. 16686|And it's a pity your book has been so misunderstood; 16686|For I used it so often I'm sure it is 16686|Too long; yet, when you write, as they say, 16686|"The first time through the door"--and who am I to 16686|Decide for you, so--the longest-waited 16686|In English poem ever is "The first time through the door?" 16686|There were two men who met 16686|A-walking along the street; 16686|They did not speak much, for then 16686|Their conversation fell to talk. 16686|For them there was no "bustle" here-- 16686|They were the "first in the land," indeed!" 16686|They had no "fancy" at all. 16686|They both were "shining and smiling," 16686|In words that seemed to burn! 16686|The one was rich, the other not. 16686|But still they told it over and over, 16686|Till old and gray, with years, 16686|His eyes grew dim, before he knew, 16686|He sat down in the grave. 16686|"The first time through the door!" "Not this way!" 16686|And, "You couldn't persuade the rest!" 16686|He was the "first one in the land." 16686|And oh, for the tale he told! 16686|"And that was fifty years ago! 16686|It's too bad now I've a lot on my hands!" 16686|He sighed; but, if I have him quite 16686|As good and worthy of his wealth, 16686|He'll be welcome soon in London town." 16686|The other answered, "Sure I will! 16686|But first"--he took a big bill 16686|From out his pocket, and began-- 16686|"I'll try and find a job to meet it. 16686|I've a friend--a chap named Smith; 16686|I'll lend a hand and he'll try 16686|And help you, or help you alone." 16686|"Smith shall help! He has me at hush 16686|And tries to think the whole night through." 16686|"Haven't had him twenty years!" said he. 16686|He went--and here's my story. 16686|We did not meet, to talk, 16686|At times, in London town; 16686|The night was dim, it was chill, 16686|And we were very cold. 16686|We did not speak till the morning, 16686|And the morning came; 16686|A wretch who knew his way 16686|Was guiding him to his work. 16686|Smith was just starting; but he 16686|Had a knack for it, 16686|And he took the other man 16686|Like a chaff pigeon into his care. 16686|He was good as a whip, 16686|And gave it to him the first day; 16686|But the other man took it all away; 16686|And the first day--O it's strange! 16686|The second, and the second, and the Third-- 16686|And the Fourth, and the Fifth-- 16686|It's a tale that I heard once, 16686|In the pleasant springtime, 16686|When the trees were blossoming, 16686|And the birds were gay; 16686|And it's no wonder that I know how, 16686|For of all people, 16686|I am loved by all the young girls 16686|That roam the fields, 16686|And the lilies are beautiful in spring, 16686|I love all things. 16686|"What, and is love such a nonsense? 16686|Who puts it in the mouths of mortals?" 16686|Is there any doubt 16686|But that he loved a dozen times before 16686|All the girls were made-- 16686|It's not in love that women thrive; 16686|They cannot live a ======================================== SAMPLE 35990 ======================================== I have a dream, dear friend, of a land unknown! 2619|Thy head is like a beech-tree all alone, 2619|Thy heart is like a forest in the snow. 2619|There is a lake within the mountains lone, 2619|It shimmers and trembles so; 2619|But I fain would linger on. 2619|'Tis a lake in the heart of the earth, 2619|But the moon would never know, dear heart, 2619|If she only were where thou art. 2619|The lake is white, and its waves are brown, 2619|And its blue is dimmed by the trees; 2619|But I fain would linger on. 2619|But the song of the nightingale is hushed, 2619|In a lonely and lonely bower; 2619|The starlight is dim, the wind is gone, 2619|And the moon is changed to a shawl. 2619|In the moonlight, you are clothed in white, 2619|And your eyes are shut against my sight, 2619|But I fain would linger on. 2619|My heart, like a beech, has turned to stone, 2619|And my thoughts have been as reeds; 2619|And I fain would linger on. 2619|Oh, what pleasure is it to be gay! 2619|To dance with friends, and sing with glee! 2619|But I fain would linger there. 2619|The moon's white rays so gently fall, 2619|And her shadow in the white of the sea 2619|Is soft above my feet. 2619|But I fain would linger there, 2619|And I fain would linger there, 2619|Upon the hill, beneath the dark-green moon 2619|And the stars that shine; 2619|And I fain would linger there. 2619|From the white, white stars at midnight falling! 2619|At midnight they shine and fall; 2619|But I fain would linger on. 2619|The moon's blue shadow on the sea! 2619|And she waves her snowy hand 2619|Above the moon so bright, when night keeps falling. 2619|But I fain would linger there. 2619|At the end of the world is a great lighthouse, 2619|Where the waves are soft and steady, 2619|From the white, white wave at midnight falling! 2619|Oh, how happy I could stay! 2619|The wind blows cold as snow, 2619|But I fain would linger on. 2619|To the dark where the waves are soft and steady, 2619|And the night is on the far horizon; 2619|And the moon as it waves her light 2619|Over the stars on the far horizon! 2619|Then I lift my heart to you! 2619|When the night and the stars are over, 2619|When the night comes creeping by, 2619|And the stars come out in the light, 2619|And the moon as she sweeps by! 2619|Then to the light where the dark lies silent! 2619|Oh, so night and so still! 2619|But I fain would linger on! 2619|There's the white star on the far horizon, 2619|And there's the light on the sea! 2619|And the wind is in the leaves overhead, 2619|And the moon is so beautiful! 2619|Farewell, sweet day! 2619|Sleep shall ope the roses deep; 2619|Farewell, sweet friend! 2619|Sleep shall open all the lids 2619|Of my soul the night you went. 2619|Farewell! farewell! For evermore 2619|Your words I gather, and gather in 2619|Their song I hear, and still can hear 2619|Your footstep far down the green glade; 2619|You come, you go, you turn away! 2619|My soul, through the day and through the night! 2619|My soul is as the morning, and no more 2619|For ever; when the morning is past, 2619|And when I wake, I shall go on my way, 2619|And never see you as I turned away 2619|Yourself and all your looks, because I heard 2619|The night wind as I ======================================== SAMPLE 36000 ======================================== 1727|you, and you must have your share of praise. 1727|To whom the swineherd replied, "Sir, you may 1727|sit here all the day, and I shall feed you, 1727|but I will have no pleasure in feeding you 1727|because you are not a swineherd, but a maid 1727|of honour." 1727|"I know my own worth in this house," replied 1727|the servant, "and I cannot say you cannot be a 1727|true maid when you have seen all the good gifts I 1727|have brought to you in return. What you are born for is 1727|something I cannot give you. What has kept me 1727|from doing this--as I have tried in every way 1727|to make you what I deserve--is that I am of another 1727|race than you are. I, being neither as strong nor 1727|quick as you are tall nor fair as you are dark, have 1727|no hope about me nor any desire to please you." 1727|"Then you are a swineherd," replied Ulysses, "and in 1727|no way worthy to be treated as a daughter 1727|by a king's daughter; you do wrong the man for whose 1727|faults she is wedded, and betray yourself. For I 1727|am a man of many virtues. Do not refuse me, but 1727|come; I will not refuse you either; I am always ready, 1727|and willing to receive as much as you command, nor am 1727|ever content to have any share of my own possessions. 1727|If you will accept of two or three shekels of bread, and 1727|offer them in my gracious presence, I will give you 1727|all you want in compensation, but I would say in the end 1727|that you shall have more than I do need to serve you." 1727|Eurylochus and his son went to tell Ulysses 1727|that he could offer any quantity of bread if he would 1727|take no more, for his treasures were his own. Thereon 1727|Eurylochus said, "My lord," and Eurylochus went 1727|with him to tell Ulysses that his son's desires were 1727|in fact the right thing to do, as it was his own interest. 1727|Then they gave consent as above, and ate to their hearts' 1727|content, till the time drew near when they would give 1727|their master a present in person, the very things he had 1727|adopted for his own comfort when he was away. But as he 1727|purchased the presents himself and put them with him, he 1727|reminded Ulysses of his promise to himself that he would make 1727|him a present if he did so himself, to soothe his mind, and 1727|try whether he wanted any, nor did he forget his guest,--and 1727|even as he told him all the facts, Ulysses sat still 1727|and made no answer, thinking he could not give a good reason. 1727|But when the child of Zeus son of Cronos put a meal upon him, 1727|and showed the wine-cup, he said, "I have gone about for this 1727|one at the ship's mast as a token of parting." And Eumaeus said, 1727|"Sir, when this is placed upon the mast the vessel must go 1727|to port, for we need never bring such things into the house 1727|on our homeward voyage." 1727|"And will you keep this thing now I have it," answered 1727|Ulysses with a smile. "It will not only please me, but also be 1727|goodly to the man who gave it." 1727|"I hope you will make me the best present you can make me, for 1727|you shall have one from your very own store-house." 1727|Then he went homeward, and Telemachus led the way, and 1727|allowed them no housekeeping to do in his hall. 1727|Then in their way they found Antinous watching the crowd that 1727|travelled homeward from Pylos, and they said to him, "Go on 1727|travelling home this way to meet him; he, if he lives ======================================== SAMPLE 36010 ======================================== 1745|Of God. Thus both their parts divine 1745|In equal favour with the skies were placed 1745|In these proportions, one on either side, 1745|As centre to the whole, the Father all- 1745|Strength' and all-doom'd Sonne: He, like a Spright, 1745|Whelm'd with filthy rugs, yet unwash'd and neat, 1745|And by his wimple frugall arts at first 1745|Sprung to the Earth, and loathed to wet or cool; 1745|Then wetter somewhat, and soore more so, 1745|As heele grew fley'd, then moist, thence dry: 1745|Till with fivefold speed, at last, and due weight, 1745|The transmixt Lamb shrowds both: thus growing still 1745|More and more frugal his nutrituall fare, 1745|Till like a Shepherd at his fold stood he, 1745|Two Sheep tabernacled, and two great Lions bore 1745|After his labours; neither foot untried, 1745|But travail-taught, and farre excessive, 1745|Made him emport neat-saddit store of Rible, 1745|And plenteous of Transcents, that both the heates 1745|Of summer and the winter fit alike 1745|Replenishd, neither wanted matter could: 1745|Thus ever with the Fates themselves redesigning 1745|The mighty work of God, till past inward prate, 1745|He now at length resum'd, but somewhat cross'd, 1745|At sight of those fair Angels, and surpriz'd 1745|A little: whence her eye he soothly viewd, 1745|Two fairer Angels, two fairer Maidens by her, 1745|Each in bright raiment clad about as princes 1745|In frolic nakedness, and nakedness no more 1745|Cross'd, but now so open, as Belus found, 1745|Or any that in Trolock Rearing did sing 1745|Thelxdarchius or Hippiauel. Nor did less 1745|Rapture encrease, as it was ripe: she look'd 1745|On whom she chiefly looked, and she was Sire. 1745|He on the heattie figure fix'd his eyes, 1745|Such as with iron steadfast resolve resolve 1745|Th' untam'd labour of creation to endue, 1745|Though unwares that labour now begin and end. 1745|His countenance as a lily neere bends 1745|Under the rayes of moonny starres; 1745|So much the lustre of those highest things 1745|Far down in tenderness doth leade her eyes, 1745|That she is wont in noon-tide glow to rave, 1745|And unto sober Man a lustrous lumme 1745|Doth kindly bend, and kindly doth address 1745|To kindly Man, and to kindly deeds address 1745|With gracious words, not to entice or draw, 1745|But pleasance, that in doing he might hope, 1745|(So oft, alas! men's purpose is to weare 1745|All that is pleas'd, ere they do act aught wherein 1745|They think to please: beyond this they fall fast 1745|By gravitation, lost and perill.) 1745|Her eyes hath other power, her smiles more pleas 1745|Than words, though many, if Gods gracious powre 1745|Dowts forth them, and whets sharp spines in Shee. 1745|So parted the twinkling Shee from the Face 1745|Of her Own God, whom she loved, and to be 1745|Her own true God, and to the World aspire; 1745|And as she would her own true God to see, 1745|Fresh as the morn, by first love-kiss aspirer'd, 1745|Ere yet her Mentia knew the utterance 1745|Of the sweet name she daily by her Grace 1745|To other womens thoughts new names do call, 1745|So to her own self she wish'd, though in disguise; 1745|And for that cause did rubsworth her fair form 1745|With the blithn'd fleeces of her Branded Beauty. ======================================== SAMPLE 36020 ======================================== 1287|In the middle of the field, 1287|A dog I'd found--a friend; 1287|As far as ever I could see, 1287|My friend was gone. 1287|The house seemed filled with joy; 1287|Each thing I saw made me rejoice; 1287|And now to the end I came, 1287|Where all was quiet. 1287|The house seemed filled with joy. The dogs, 1287|I saw, were all contentedly barking; 1287|The sheep was feeding, too, as I would have it: 1287|And, when I began to wish it, 1287|Some one would bark. 1287|The house seemed filled with joy! 1287|The sheep and sheep and sheep and sheep and sheep and sheep! 1287|'Tis well! If all we see, we may grow fonder, 1287|If some one should bark, we may grow calmer. 1287|And yet, 1287|'Twixt pleasure and pain, 1287|I still must endure, 1287|All misery, of the dog and myself. 1287|The dog grew up most grandly proud, 1287|Yet still he was very small; 1287|For he could run a very trot, 1287|And at an easy pace. 1287|As soon as his master saw him, 1287|In very deed, and sight, 1287|That he was come, he began 1287|To fret and to fret 1287|'Gainst his new-come master. 1287|In vain he cried and wept 1287|His master must be near 1287|He said, and he said, 1287|And he shouted with his breath, 1287|The dog now barked so loudly 1287|That the hunter cried, 1287|And shouted with his breath, 1287|'I may not break or strike, 1287|Till, with his help, I try.' 1287|The dog had been much puzzled 1287|To know how he could help; 1287|In vain he used and now, 1287|In vain he howled and howled, 1287|And shouted with his breath. 1287|The man, being very wise, 1287|Turned his eyes awhile, 1287|And found that he had no mind; 1287|Of all the beasts 1287|The dog was, being blind. 1287|The dog was very rude 1287|At length to say farewell; 1287|In his tail up to his ear 1287|He took his friend's picture, 1287|Trying to make him think 1287|He'd something to lose; 1287|And, when all was over, 1287|The picture had perished. 1287|THE dog still shouted, shouting, shouting, 1287|The man grew very wroth, 1287|And so began his fight. 1287|'Tis said he fought with vigour, 1287|To no purpose failing. 1287|His master's life he tore, 1287|And to save his own 1287|Was forced upon him. 1287|The dog still shouted, shouting, shouting, 1287|The man's life he took instead, 1287|And to save it, too, failing, 1287|'Twas taken away 1287|The dog still shouted, shouting, shouting, 1287|And bicker'd on instead, 1287|And bark'd all around him. 1287|THE man's life he took instead, 1287|Yet never even touch'd that part. 1287|To see no more of it, 1287|For years he did abstain 1287|From all the duties of life, 1287|Till, like a child distraught, 1287|He went at length astray. 1287|With care he'd not his master's house. 1287|He took a new one never; 1287|His body was very warm, 1287|The dog's so lean, 1287|And he champs the door, 1287|And sits at ease. 1287|He had never toiled to save his store: 1287|And now, to him, were given 1287|More than his own. 1287|If he had not been, 1287|And his dog being ill, 1287|His master were all undone ======================================== SAMPLE 36030 ======================================== 1383|Not that one man can be all-knowing. 1383|The man whose mind be in him still 1383|Of Nature's laws and of himself, 1383|Unfettered and in tune, 1383|Till life and time unsylued are, 1383|Unfettered he can see the sea, 1383|And water-ways are clean. 1383|And he to whom in truth is laid 1383|The hope of life at heart and aim, 1383|To him 'tis but a sky of fancies, 1383|To him a dream of sense. 1383|To him, the stars are but a cloud, 1383|A darkness when he sleeps, 1383|And on the day of great desire 1383|The darkness closes over him. 1383|In this our state of man's decay, 1383|Whereon we cast such a pall, 1383|One glance at Nature to be whetted 1383|Of steel that cannot fail, 1383|Is worth a mighty arm of pole 1383|In ancient days of sword and spear, 1383|On mountain top, or bank, or ring. 1383|That glance of light will give him power 1383|A man may feel and wield 1383|To lift against the man at strife 1383|His soul and bring him low. 1383|The man within the man may meet, 1383|And in the face of woe, 1383|Where reason rules, and nature guides, 1383|In peril and in pain. 1383|So will he struggle; never rest 1383|He needs must know, when all is won: 1383|To-morrow sees him where he began, 1383|To-day where he must fall. 1383|'Wherefore must he struggle, pray?' 1383|My friend, whose spirit like a lute 1383|Sang out life's great epic, I 1383|Have watched you long, and find no pang 1383|Could shake my faith in you. 1383|You, as you live in ghostly rhyme, 1383|Shall live in immortal rhyme. 1383|To some our vision shall be bent, 1383|To some our eyes are dim; 1383|We stand above the dark and blind, 1383|The truth behind the mist. 1383|The man who strives and fears for him, 1383|Shall win a brother's creed; 1383|And none shall question of another, 1383|Save Him who doubts of all. 1383|A prophet, one could deem, was reading 1383|Across the page that lies 1383|The final page, for his interpretation 1383|In you alone to read; 1383|For he had seen you struggle; 1383|And heard you to the end. 1383|The men of ancient days were vain; 1383|We live in vain delights; 1383|The man whose mind is in him still, 1383|Is one with ancient men. 1383|Our state of man's decay 1383|Is proof against the blast: 1383|Our strength of faith in thee, 1383|The soul's rebuke to wrong. 1383|The world has lost some of its grace, 1383|Its lustre of a day; 1383|We stand apart to-day. 1383|You stand with man before you: 1383|'Tis done to us in thee. 1383|As a dead man who for God's pleasure 1383|Has done all human thing: 1383|You stand with youth above you 1383|Beside Life's great sea. 1383|The light is gone from out of the mind 1383|That ever was in thee. 1383|And man with eyes, that saw all things, sees thee 1383|No more than thou dost see. 1383|The world has lost some of its grace, 1383|Its lustre of a day; 1383|We stand apart to-day. 1383|And we are one in the love that never tires 1383|Even as a worm within dust. 1383|Albeit with our souls the strife we wage 1383|With the soul's rebuke to wrong. 1383|The world has lost some of its grace, 1383|Its lustre of a day; 1383|As men of ancient days when strife was loud, 1383 ======================================== SAMPLE 36040 ======================================== 1745|Or be the onely true, or be the fairest seen; 1745|For hee that loves rightly all desires 1745|Shall be from Love's oppression free. 1745|Then answer rede, if him in sight we hire, 1745|"The love of thee, and thee only, true, 1745|Which in these ends thou didst pursue, 1745|Me thinks not far from here thou well may'st dight." 1745|So spake she soon. Hee then, "Soe answer mee, 1745|Both of thee and mee, O Mother mine, 1745|I to the glory of God am known; 1745|And so I cheerfully will be thy child: 1745|I never was without thee in the wrong, 1745|Mother of God and all his works above. 1745|Mother of God and all his works above 1745|Thou cam'st to see me poor, and now to mee 1745|Is every thing made fair with thee my all. 1745|Mother of God and all his works above 1745|Thus much more blessed in thee, 1745|The more thou art my all, 1745|The more all that thou hast been 1745|In this thy little world above, 1745|To thee of all good spirits Lord and King, 1745|A surfeit I will gladly bring of glory." 1745|Thus in such words she spake, 1745|Till of her fearfull dreams at last she rest, 1745|Or elles, to all her care, 1745|She slept. 1745|Yet was the sun not turned toonday, 1745|Yet was his palme on the East beaming, 1745|Till through the green leafy screen 1745|The little bird of the tempest bore 1745|His tale of woe across the roome; 1745|The little bird of the tempest bore 1745|His tale of woe across the room, 1745|As he over-weigh'd the sad newse 1745|That lady Rebecca lived once more 1745|In Paradise by Jacob's Red Man. 1745|Heigh ho, my little mistress of little faith! 1745|Bid me no truce, but gladly will be served, 1745|If but with thee I will freely part, 1745|If thou will'st freely part in war. 1745|O if thou canst freely part in war, 1745|Canst thou also freely part benevolence? 1745|Canst thou likewise freely part benevolence? 1745|Thou'rt my little mistress; that I must obey. 1745|But if thou canst freely part benevolence, 1745|And if thou canst freely part benevolence, 1745|The more is thy devotion, O Mother mine, 1745|The more is thy devotion, O Mother mine. 1745|Then will I freely part in war, 1745|And freely part benevolence, 1745|And freely part in benevolence, 1745|The more is thy devotion, O Mother mine. 1745|Heigh ho, my little mistress of little faith! 1745|Bid me no truce, but gladly will be served, 1745|If but with thee I will freely part, 1745|If thou will'st freely part in war. 1745|I'll freely part in war, 1745|And freely part benevolence, 1745|And freely part in benevolence, 1745|The more is thy devotion, O Mother mine. 1745|Heigh ho, my little mistress of little faith! 1745|Bid me no truce, though gladly will be served, 1745|If but with thee I will freely part, 1745|If thou will'st freely part in war. 1745|O let not wish controul thy will, 1745|That is not voluntary, it is Sir's! 1745|For shall I venture all I have, 1745|And you not a stone of all I stanche, 1745|Unless with that I build my Liberty? 1745|Be man's first care, be then his last defence. 1745|To think, to feel, to act, all by his power. 1745|To seek, obtain, enjoy, defend, defend, 1745|To think, to act, to seek, receive, enjoy, 1745| ======================================== SAMPLE 36050 ======================================== 1279|With his auld wife and auld mither." 1279|The next, to the tune of "The Bridegroom" 1279|The next, a wibbly-wabbly winky winky, 1279|From a youth that was "a prince of the crown and the realm," 1279|And was born to be a King's maid. 1279|But the third, that no one will ever know 1279|From a youth of "a gentleman and a braw" 1279|And a lad of noble bearing and name, 1279|And it was a maid who in former years 1279|Had fill'd the place of the bridegroom. 1279|Then our singer, with hasty hoof, 1279|Turn'd to the "Lovely Land," 1279|And a hasty word then he tike 1279|That answer'd all the song:-- 1279|"A good king for my bridegroom brings, 1279|For the fair one's of another! 1279|The love of my life I take him, 1279|The love of my fair one's life 1279|From the maiden that's so blithsome; 1279|But a noble king's the wife he brides, 1279|The King's son of his bride, 1279|And he's my darling to the core, 1279|The King's son of my bride, 1279|And the Queen's a lass wi' her father's son, 1279|And the King's child's a prince for me." 1279|"What ails ye both day and night, 1279|Why whirl your rings so woolly? 1279|See the levity of love. 1279|Ye know the King with his train, 1279|That ride on their grey mules? 1279|The King will come to your door, 1279|And a crown he'll give you. 1279|The king will give the bride, 1279|But the bridegroom that's to come 1279|Takes his finger from the ring, 1279|And kisses her stillmore. 1279|I'll be his little child: 1279|And see that his bride is blest 1279|The day that he comes in the gate, 1279|And the wedding day is nigh, 1279|I'll be a proud-ye Ahti's son, 1279|And bring a crown upon his head 1279|The day that he comes in the gate." 1279|"Why whirl your rings o'er me? 1279|Why whirl ye round me? 1279|The king I'll crown no more 1279|Because aye ye whirl me round. 1279|The king is a braw prince, 1279|His word is law to all; 1279|The bride, she's baith blate and chaste 1279|Because I've whirl'd my ring. 1279|"Her husband's heart is amorous, 1279|His word is truth to all; 1279|The bride, she's chaste and chaste 1279|Because I've whirled my ring. 1279|We'll be so kind and fair, 1279|I and my love will be, 1279|And all the world will sing hie on 1279|To where our fairy ring is!" 1279|"Awa wi' that! 1279|Awa wi' that, my dear, 1279|There is a greater game, 1279|But that's for lads to name. 1279|And I shall win the key, 1279|And in a month or two 1279|I shall be won at, O." 1279|"I'll take a wife, wi' her consent, 1279|And we will live together free, 1279|I shall be the King's concubine, 1279|And you the Queen," quoth she. 1279|"What say you now, sae genty-queenie? 1279|Can you be my wedded wife? 1279|I am twenty, genty; 1279|My brother has the suitors five, 1279|But I hath five wi' me. 1279|"I'll be the Queen of a realm and state 1279|That's far beyond the sea, 1279|Where you'll be lord of a wide domain, 1279|To ======================================== SAMPLE 36060 ======================================== 10602|Then by great love is giv'n to thee, to thee, 10602|For all thy love, I give thee heart and life; 10602|And I will love thee further, and alone, 10602|Though thou be far remote, yet happy there. 10602|There's not a creature which I can behold, 10602|Which doth with me such affinage bear; 10602|My eyes they may behold, but not my friend; 10602|I love him not; yet there is something else, 10602|That I do love him in that thing I see, 10602|And nothing else he in the place can see. 10602|The world is very wide, 10602|And God is all. 10602|The wide world is his domain, 10602|The wide world is his. 10602|The wide world is all encompassing so; 10602|It hath a wider breadth than is the eye, 10602|And wider still and wider every day; 10602|When God hath blest it with his light, then sure, 10602|The world is blest at last, and filled with men. 10602|And if the eyes that see not here, see not, 10602|The wide world is at last their own, dear friend. 10602|And if the eyes that see not here, see not, 10602|The wide world is at last their own, dear friend. 10602|And if the wings that fly not here, fly not, 10602|And are of other wind than any one, 10602|For all their strength than any one of them, 10602|Then sure, good God, thou markest our distress; 10602|Then sure, good God, thou markest our distress. 10602|That wide world is full of all delight; 10602|Our hearts must ever yearn, our wills must bend, 10602|To see the wide world with our own eyes, 10602|And to be happy in its blessed sights. 10602|What world art thou, son of man! 10602|Thou art the very image and avail 10602|Of all my fears and fears again; 10602|I never fear, thou never wilt I fear 10602|At all, my beloved thou. 10602|Let me be still upon my knees, 10602|In love's exceeding need, 10602|And in the blessed arms embrace thee, 10602|Oh, God, by all thy saints be mine, 10602|And make me happy in thy will. 10602|And let my soul in thy pure might 10602|In whose sweet presence she appeares 10602|In every thing that is, 10602|A little star, that in the gloom 10602|Of thy pure heaven does appear,10602|Like faith's firm-set star. 10602|And let it never fail in there, 10602|When that good God who did thy work 10602|Hath his own grace, which all doth give 10602|To us that have it; 10602|That while in thee I walk, 10602|I may thy heavenly ways express 10602|To my greatest distance see. 10602|Let me in some undoubted part 10602|Of thy wide most gracious field, 10602|I see thy Saviour dear, 10602|My Saviour, whom all do see; 10602|And through thy Saviour see me bring 10602|The aid of many more, 10602|To comfort those that cry 10602|Our Saviour, whose great love we see 10602|All their distress and anguish heal, 10602|And when I shall be here, 10602|Be sure to look into his face, 10602|And then to fall down in fear. 10602|Then let the noise of loud contention 10602|Mingled by violence be hushed, 10602|And all ill cares be set at ease, 10602|In the sweet day 10602|That comes us anon with peace, 10602|When that kind Lord our fears shall be 10602|With his blest presence here: 10602|And when that other holies ray 10602|Shall bright in thy clear light break 10602|Out of their darkness, pure, with light 10602|To kindle our sad night; 10602|Let the sad body then delight, 10602|And with the joy that is to be, 10602|In love of thee with ======================================== SAMPLE 36070 ======================================== 1304|For now it is not Spring that's here, 1304|For in the court 1304|I hear all the nightlong lark 1304|And wake in a swoon 1304|When the soft stars 1304|Their candle-shows expiring stop, 1304|With a last look from the casement 1304|Where the red rose rears. 1304|And still my love from my side 1304|Is leaning to kiss her eyes, 1304|But her lip is too cold 1304|For my warm cheek, 1304|And in sorrowful tones she cries-- 1304|'You ask for Winter's gift,--only Summer's, the cold to endure.' 1304|Come, my Mary, come! 1304|And bring my love, my joy, 1304|Into your dear arms 1304|And warm them, Mary; 1304|And let us lie and brood, 1304|As flowers do on the mould, 1304|While Night and Day go by, 1304|Till your dear hands untie me, 1304|And close me, and embrace. 1304|The sun was high above the clouds, 1304|The night wind low, 1304|When Mary went to the river bank, 1304|To fetch the first bus. 1304|An' our good coach she loves so well 1304|It looks like her 's a bore, 1304|She never was to the river-side 1304|To take the first bus. 1304|'O! where can Mary go to-day 1304|To fetch first bus, &c.' 1304|When Mary went to the river bank, 1304|The banks were dry, 1304|But the sweet, green, little Mary town 1304|Came thrice a-sail, an' thrice a-sail, 1304|Till it made her blush to see 1304|How folks there could boat their brats 1304|In the warm-spiced water. 1304|The water it did run so cool, 1304|And the ducks did cackle so bright, 1304|That Mary thought her heart would doze 1304|Ere half they'd dosed their horns; 1304|And then they took their places there 1304|An', an' aye an' there together 1304|They started to go; 1304|An' all at once, gaed off each selle: 1304|The coach-and-troughs they rowed off 1304|In a drunken fit, 1304|An' the horses they flew off their backs 1304|In a drunken fit; 1304|Till birds were hurt, cattle broke, 1304|And every one did run 1304|To warn them out, off they flew, 1304|In a drunken fit. 1304|At length they came safely back, 1304|All safe and sound; 1304|An' on the green grass in a rooky nook, 1304|The bridegroom spied them yet, 1304|When he looked, they were gone, like a rout 1304|To warn them out, off they flew, 1304|In a drunken fit. 1304|With a good-night kiss 1304|All the while, the coach-and-troughs they rowed 1304|In a drunken fit, 1304|But the bridegroom said 'twas all a fraud, 1304|In a drunken fit. 1304|It happened one day at the fair, 1304|When Mary alone 1304|Sat alone in her coach, 1304|'Twas so lonely a thing 1304|That no mortal knew, 1304|At the fair in the wood, when the sun 1304|Was sitting alone, 1304|At the fair with the thorn-tree in the dingle, 1304|'Twas a sight that did grieve her, I wot, 1304|As the sun sat alone, 1304|At the fair with the thorn-tree in the dingle, 1304|At the fair with the thorn, 1304|At the fair with the rosebud and the rue, 1304|When the sun was sitting alone. 1304|The bridegroom he gaed in a-craw, 1304|'Twas the bride's coach he spied, 1304|That ======================================== SAMPLE 36080 ======================================== 4697|The very first day of the summer. 4697|I would not, though a poet, be born, 4697|Were there at my side a heart like thine, 4697|One to look up to when I was wise, 4697|And guide my poet's thought in its way, 4697|And put my poet's soul in its place; 4697|Or any,--only--for the reason 4697|That mine is not that pure, sublime thing 4697|Which, on the earth, men call an ideal: 4697|For this is but some shadow of me-- 4697|And the real, if to me less dear, 4697|Came with or without the name of man. 4697|I know not if the poet's poet be, 4697|Nor that too proud to call him a prophet. 4697|His is true, though the poet know not the reason 4697|Which makes the wisest and the worst of us 4697|So wise to know better or too proud to feel. 4697|Away in the fields the rose of the summer waits 4697|And the golden tulips twinkle, and the field 4697|Is a labyrinth of white tulips--and a heaven!-- 4697|And through the hours, and through the day, and night, 4697|In the green and fragrant hours, long, long, 4697|Laughing, laugh, laughing flowers come lightly down. 4697|And o'er a garden long since, and never sown, 4697|A violet is growing, and with it--look-- 4697|A fair girl of the valley watching o'er her. 4697|A wind comes through the garden, and so, 4697|A child and a maid and an elder, gay, 4697|Meet and smile and whisper as they pass: 4697|"The flowers are sweet," says the boy; "but we 4697|Love a sweet flower out of the garden." 4697|I sit in my little room, 4697|The flowers with me are, joy to smell; 4697|But where the flowers go not, I feel 4697|The dew of an angel's eyes. 4697|A face like a soul is watching there; 4697|And in it I see,--O what I see! 4697|As in my room a smile, that sigh and look-- 4697|That smile with a deeper, holier hue-- 4697|It's all I have to love. 4697|A dream of a vision,--of a face 4697|That died awhile ago: 4697|Of a youth that's waiting for her he'll wed, 4697|And I, weary of the summer's smile, 4697|Dream, like a dreamer, by a window, 4697|Of an elder and of I--poor old man 4697|Who can no more be glad. 4697|An angel, with a smile sweet and white, 4697|Hath brought to me again 4697|That hour when I beheld her face, 4697|And, though still full of woe, 4697|She holds a man like a bride 4697|And I must love, since that's not she. 4697|So,--hope no more for more; 4697|To-day a dream, to-morrow, spring 4697|Of a soul of light and joy; 4697|I'd rather hope she's dead. 4697|With all the world's pomp and shine, 4697|How could a little flower like me 4697|Lie in the dust and die, 4697|With no name, and no fame, 4697|To tell who sheltered and nursed me. 4697|'Tis said that there are none can shine 4697|With e'en the lustre of a queen, 4697|Because each day and hour she weeps 4697|In sorrow,--and the tears are hers. 4697|She does not weep for the sorrow brought on by the sorrow 4697|winds of destiny. 4697|Or to be lost, unwept, 4697|Or to depart for ever, 4697|Or to die before she sleeps. 4697|Or for lack of the sweet thing most rare. 4697|So I lie beneath that hill 4697|And watch the clouds pass by 4697|Or the long night bring the morrow. 4698|From ======================================== SAMPLE 36090 ======================================== 34752|There is never a doubt but his purpose is high. 34772|Let us pray for the man who is living, 34772|And in death his soul to God restor'd; 34772|Who weeps for his lost wife, 34772|And mourns for the child that he is missing; 34772|And will cry out, "To-day, 34772|I knew his step 34772|Towards heaven, in the time of our weakness. 34772|There were many times I took heed 34772|To the word he said. 34772|Let us pray for him from day to day, 34772|That he may be taught and grow more alert. 34772|And may learn what it does to be young, 34772|And may prosper and rise in the end." 34772|I often wonder where my friend, 34772|In this day of evils, is going; 34772|I wonder if he is safe, 34772|Or if he has been taken in fight? 34772|Now, he is but one poor member more-- 34772|I know that his spirits are low, 34772|And, though all the world look on high, 34772|His sorrow may not be greater. 34772|Now we know we do not possess 34772|All the treasures that the earth can hold, 34772|In the kingdom of Heaven 'twill be. 34772|Now they will soon become our share, 34772|Our only possession left. 34772|Oh, pray us for the man that can 34772|Help us in this dire trial! 34772|The man of the world he does not wear 34772|The bright and shining of the sun; 34772|He thinks of little things, his cares; 34772|But the grave man of cares and cares 34772|Though he has wealth and pleasure's coin, 34772|He must turn and wait our call, 34772|While he is left behind behind. 34772|'Tis good he is not in the street; 34772|'Tis good that he sits by the stream; 34772|'Tis good his little daughter knows 34772|No sorrows in the world are there; 34772|But the grave man, that leaves behind, 34772|Does all he can to stay gone. 34772|Oh, we know his time is drawing near, 34772|And God's still waiting to take him; 34772|And if it be not quite to-day, 34772|At least he will wait, and wait. 34772|And when at last he comes to try 34772|That he is not with another, 34772|When come, for he has to go off, 34772|And he would rather not be, 34772|He will pray that his friend will not fail 34772|To be for the man without regrets 34772|A proper service made to God! 34772|When I was sick, my mother 34772|Could not speak for very wonder; 34772|She said at home I never had been ill. 34772|In hospital with her son, 34772|I did not like this strange change: 34772|But he was in his grave when he came, 34772|(So was I). There was an angel, then 34772|Served me; and I never drank water yet. 34772|When I was in my grave, 34772|I never drank the gruel or the wine; 34772|But when 'twas placed beside me, 34772|I breathed into the wine a sigh. 34772|Then up and spoke the angel fair, 34772|"I give thee the draught of this life, 34772|And place it with thy thirsty lips." 34772|I drank the draught, and the land 34772|All around did fill with water clear; 34772|To my spirit it was equal bliss, 34772|(So I have it). I died away, 34772|All without regret; yet, when day, 34772|Falling away, was over, 34772|It grieved me greatly to find that 34772|The angels, in their endless task, 34772|Might fill the vessels once that now 34772|Are empty. I will not drink 34772|The wine in my memory, 34772|Though the angels fill it--let them fill. 34772|"_Thou_ art sorrowful, thou wretched, 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 36100 ======================================== 2487|As a little dog in an alley 2487|Sets me laughing. 2487|I have a big brother 2487|Who is never weary, 2487|And he smiles at my little play 2487|As I pass. 2487|One night I sat me down 2487|In an empty room, 2487|And I heard a little boy 2487|Calling my name. 2487|I went to his house, 2487|But he was out of the house, 2487|Saying, "Little boy, 2487|I hope you're well!" 2487|Now I am glad 2487|Because 2487|He knows I'm coming, 2487|And he is glad. 2487|There were six birds on the trees, 2487|Two were red, and two were blue, 2487|Two were white, and two were gray, 2487|With a song that sang to the sun 2487|"Oho, ho, ho!" and a song that rolled 2487|"Oh, ho, ho! oho, ho," and a song 2487|That no one heard. 2487|You hear them calling out? 2487|What is it makes you smile? 2487|What is it makes you cry? 2487|The little brown robin and the little woodpecker, 2487|And every little mouse that lives in a house, 2487|And every little bird that digs in the trees, 2487|They call out to you. 2487|(I never heard of a bigger than a nut, 2487|But a bird with two wings is more beautiful.) 2487|There was always a little mouse on the roof, 2487|And a little mouse in the garden, as white as a drop, 2487|Always a little, always there, 2487|In the house that I used to live in ten years ago, 2487|I hear them calling out. 2487|It is no great wonder; 2487|I never thought about it, 2487|The house is so spacious, 2487|And I live in so many people's houses, 2487|And sometimes I think about how beautiful was that place, 2487|With the little brown robin and the little woodpecker, 2487|And every little mouse with the wings that are curled 2487|Up on their little bells! 2487|It is no great wonder 2487|That I should have friends, 2487|Every little bird with wings that are curled 2487|Up on their little bells! 2487|But I wonder 2487|Why the little birds should sing so loudly, 2487|The little birds in blue and gold. 2487|(A little bird with two wings, 2487|And a little bird in a little brown wig...) 2487|If you ever see the little blackbirds 2487|And the little blackbirds 2487|You will never wonder 2487|Because there was always a little one 2487|Crouching and flying 2487|In that little blackbird's nest. 2487|You will never wonder 2487|Because there was always a little one 2487|Flying in that little blackbird's nest. 2487|There are shadows in the trees, 2487|And blackbirds are calling; 2487|And one is calling for his supper, 2487|And the other is crying for a mate. 2487|There are shadows on the roof, 2487|And shadows in the houses, 2487|And blackbirds are singing; 2487|But the shadows on the roof and houses wait 2487|For a little brown robin, my little brown bird. 2487|But he's so old, he waits so long, 2487|For his supper waits for him, and his prayers! 2487|Oh! he is a little brown robin in the tree, 2487|And I want to be a little brown bird. 2487|(A little one with a curl on his top, 2487|And a little one perched on a tree branch...) 2487|You may be old and hungry, or you may be young, 2487|You may be in love, or in direst need; 2487|I've only the best things to eat 2487|In my house as I sit here alone, 2487|And I don't even want 2487|Food to eat! 2487|But I'll pray, for I want ======================================== SAMPLE 36110 ======================================== 24869|By all the saints ordained to hold 24869|Those sacred rites supremely sweet 24869|In their dear hands, the consecrates 24869|Each heavenly city by the side 24869|Of its own monarch, as he sways 24869|His radiant chariot on the air. 24869|This too was there in royal state, 24869|Whose eyes with love and wonder glow, 24869|He, the noblest and most pure 24869|Of those whose hearts celestial shine. 24869|These were the royal saints who took 24869|Their course on Mount Kauśalyá led. 24869|But far away, beneath the south, 24869|Was Śiva’s heaven, and Ráma’s home. 24869|And, where the city gleaming lay 24869|With towers and streets and roofs on height, 24869|Two noble youths were reverencing 24869|The royal sire in full career. 24869|The city had not yet been planned, 24869|Nor yet was ready for the work. 24869|And all the people gazed on each 24869|Whose cheek with passion glowed, and each 24869|The other with eyes which flashed, 24869|On whose bright cheeks the lustre shone 24869|Like a fine stream with flashing waves. 24869|’Twere long to tell the wanderings 24869|Of those who thither sped, whose eyes 24869|Shone with the splendour which they bore, 24869|Their bright limbs and their rich attire; 24869|Or tell the endless days of woe 24869|With many a wail, and thousands slain. 24869|The Vánar legions were a crowd, 24869|And many a hero’s form was there; 24869|Some with the mace had grasped the tree, 24869|Some with the sword his foe had cleft. 24869|Oracles and priests and men of note. 24869|Some, of the holy waters wild, 24869|With mace and sword their limbs were bare. 24869|Some, of pure water in their veins, 24869|With mace and sword had pierced through lance. 24869|Some, who by their deep blood were stained, 24869|Where the red mists their wrath inflamed, 24869|On the banks of Rá and Sumitrá 24869|Had made their way through hundreds slain. 24869|And when the city, filled with this, 24869|Was fully manned by Raghu’s chieftains, 24869|The hero Ráma spread the chase, 24869|Raising his chariot from the deep. 24869|With all his friends the hero chased 24869|The Vánar host with elephants. 24869|Then he who slew the Vánar flew, 24869|And, like the lion king of hell, 24869|Was caught up by the mighty fiend, 24869|Who, by that mighty arms subdued, 24869|Brought from the wood the captive boys. 24869|Thus captive to the king was he 24869|Who slew the fiends, and led them home. 24869|A host of giants, when the rite 24869|Of sacrifice is o’er, are slain, 24869|A host of Vánars when they die, 24869|The giants slain by Ráma’s bow. 24869|To him the Vánar leader spake 24869|Amid his friends and comrades dear: 24869|“The fiends who rule in solitude, 24869|Bound by the law of duty are. 24869|’Tis meet that I who know them cleave 24869|To Raghu’s sons this day to die. 24869|No longer let those friends delay, 24869|And save the king’s approach the while. 24869|Go, through yon forest drive them on: 24869|The chase the sun will soon engage. 24869|Ráma must fly:” he spake again, 24869|And the hero flew in quest. 24869|Through wood and vale, o’er hill and cave, 24869|The Vánars followed where he flew. 24869|“Now far as eye can reach him, there 24869|He flies a monkey frantic.” 24869|They heard the tiger cries res ======================================== SAMPLE 36120 ======================================== 1057|And then the silence and the shade 1057|That cover you like darkness: now 1057|The great white star athwart the West, 1057|Whose shining shadow doth hide you from my thought, 1057|Whose shadow is the cloud of death! 1057|'Twas night, and I must sleep, 1057|Or sleep until the morning light, 1057|Till day makes of the night her morn. 1057|Day makes her morn; Night her night; 1057|And night makes day, and day renews her cycle of the year. 1057|When we were young, in days of yore, 1057|We wandered down the river-side 1057|With a stone 'twixt each other cleft, 1057|And a stone-castled, starless cone 1057|Trembling in the moonlight gray. 1057|And the river's voice was soft and sweet 1057|From the wooded edge of a downy hill, 1057|As we walked together to and fro 1057|By the stone 'twixt each other cleft, 1057|And the stone-castled, starless cone 1057|Trembling in the moonlight gray. 1057|The river is a wandering stream 1057|That dares not yet her tide declare 1057|While the king is hidden in her breast, 1057|And neither man nor beast is near 1057|To his own vile abode toil-deserted! 1057|The King was hid beneath the pine, 1057|The Queen beneath a linen gown. 1057|I stood with my good stout sword, 1057|I made with my good stout bow 1057|A fair reply to that silly lout 1057|Who said he was the king of the world 1057|And all the lords of men below. 1057|I held my peace! The stone 'twixt us crumbled, 1057|The stone fell on my feet, 1057|Down from the cliff a pebble tingled, 1057|The pebble tingled dark, 1057|And the King and the Queen lay still 1057|With a merry little cry on a sudden 1057|Of a laugh. Look how the stone has fallen! 1057|For ever and for ever fell 1057|That crowns the head of a good stout knight! 1057|The night was vast and the stars were two, 1057|The birds sang at their will 1057|And the river crept and whispered low 1057|In a little valley cold-- 1057|And the King and the Queen lay still 1057|With a merry little cry on a sudden! 1057|The moon lay in the silver shadow 1057|Of the hills like a woman naked, 1057|She seemed the world to me 1057|With a strange and burning beauty; 1057|The air was full of her perfume: 1057|She lay so like as an anchorite 1057|Where her corpse lay afloat 1057|That they could not keep their eyes from my sight, 1057|And I saw the sea-winds fold her white arms 1057|Down and down and over me. 1057|So, in the moonless night, 1057|She lay so like as an anchorite 1057|Where my corpse lay afloat. 1057|My hair was white, and I have no ears, 1057|And my mouth was drawn, alas, in a smile; 1057|And my legs were so light, 1057|And my breasts were not made to support 1057|Such heavy things as you and I. 1057|I am of the poppy, 1057|The sunflower and the wild blue west, 1057|The little grey church in the blue west, 1057|The red fields of Scotland far away. 1057|My heart is red, my hair is white, 1057|But my lips have never kissed a lily 1057|Since the dawn of time, 1057|Since the day when the white hawk of the dawn 1057|Came with her sleep upon my mouth. 1057|And I dreamed in the dawn, and I dreamed 1057|I saw a man and he was tall, 1057|For all the world he seemed to be 1057|A perfect man in perfect form. 1057|And he was so old, and such rude 1057| ======================================== SAMPLE 36130 ======================================== 2130|What are your dreams? and how have you so deluded 2130|The people, that they think you speak well of them? 2130|"A very few years ago, when it was common 2130|To talk of fifteen and thirty, and with all 2130|Your wealth and power to please that nation, now-- 2130|I am a new man indeed, and must say 2130|Praise is not now the proper way to act. 2130|They tell me the people love you. I thank you 2130|(I have no claim to know what it is they love) 2130|As one among the million to which ye gave 2130|Full and equal access, who knowed your mind 2130|And what you thought; for I can see that all 2130|That love you now in many peoples has been; 2130|And, though I have no claim to say, yet I 2130|Would not have any man whose name I know 2130|Go in whose memory it should be so known. 2130|(SIR WILLIAM MORRIS, born at Dublin, June 4, 1743.) 2130|That the very name of this young man 's dear 2130|To our hearts was seen by many persons, 2130|And many people liked him, and who knew him 2130|Said he was a worthy man; and, in truth, 2130|I saw this thing, and all men said alike 2130|(Unless the tale is false, in which case, 2130|As I was going, I could see it writ), 2130|That if 't was so, 't was a most fine thing 2130|With one's own hand to do it; and to me 2130|It seemed as if my poor father's friends, 2130|Marrying with the ancient name of the place, 2130|Had brought him to this region, where they say 2130|He would have come himself from all their mouths 2130|But he was taken,--tumbled in the dust 2130|Away from Ireland out of their reach. 2130|I often see this old man's name when going 2130|In the street which bears his name, for, lo! 2130|He is always seen to take the street 2130|Which my father's was taken up by. 2130|'T is said by some that, when he is here, 2130|He sometimes comes, or else goes back 2130|To England, and that, when he is gone 2130|A hundred years or more are meant, 2130|An hundred years mean; but, in fact, 2130|He can be no more than seventy-five: 2130|If the old thing be so, it may be 2130|He shall be eighty when he dies. 2130|This old man was of that old race, 2130|And, though so young (perhaps he too 2130|Was a more recent outgrowth of earth) 2130|They spoke of him, with what rare affection, 2130|As 'the last flower' in a rare flower 2130|Which had bloomed for him 'a long, long while 2130|Before 't was time that he and I 2130|Were born.' And if his age is true, 2130|And some good reason is to doubt it, 2130|We ought to wish he were as old as me. 2130|But now, Sir, a true lady, not yours, 2130|(As you ought), I am come into the city 2130|To do a grand feat of seamanship, 2130|And, from my own young youth, I know 2130|How much I can take in small loans, 2130|And so, to make the season gay, 2130|Have bought up the city of Lufra-- 2130|That is to say, my friends, my friends-- 2130|To the town of Lisboa, and the lands 2130|And sea-caves of its very highlands, 2130|And a dozen other places too. 2130|The purchase was for twenty year, 2130|And I should think your mother quite pleased, 2130|But I never loved (you will understand) 2130|Her father, and would rather have her marry 2130|Some princely person, and make me heir 2130|To him, than to enjoy myself and myself 2130|Here merely--and to think on all this, ======================================== SAMPLE 36140 ======================================== 1381|Whose song was such as only a heart may hear. 1381|All I have said is true. But, seeing her face, 1381|I feel a love, a love like that I feel 1381|That sits, in the warm summer sky of love, 1381|On the white walls of death, an old friend seen, 1381|But dimly, dimly, through the shadows thrown! 1381|The dead woman of my hopes, for whom I hoped, 1381|The dead woman whom I found not? 1381|If not for her, then for her deathless grace 1381|That made me feel that I could have lived 1381|For her love in the deep, red heart of life, 1381|I would renounce all earthly wealth, 1381|That life might still have life. 1381|But if with her I lived 1381|I will renounce the whole 1381|That made earth joyous, and life great a dream 1381|For such as she, the great and perfect gift! 1381|She, of the one alone, 1381|Singing the song of immortality, 1381|She alone shall sing for me! 1381|"All things give I, and all things must 1381|Fall from me; the wind from my own face; 1381|The sea, from my lonely life; the sun 1381|From my dark sky; and grass from my soil; 1381|And every seed cast down from the seed 1381|Of sorrow." 1381|What have I done that I should live 1381|Who have no life but of the dead, 1381|Nor life nor death but of the dead? 1381|What have I done that the blind 1381|Night should not watch, the heart of clay 1381|Not thrive, nor the flesh alive 1381|From the death of its own deathless? 1381|I am the tree which gives 1381|Death, death, death, and death again: 1381|I am the green-leaved thorn; 1381|The voice of the stars and the wind; 1381|The blood within the veins' 1381|And the kiss of the earthborn! 1381|What have I done, that I should sing 1381|That my life's a flower and the song 1381|All mine must be its dying? 1381|What have I done that I should live 1381|For the joy of the living? 1381|I am neither now, nor ever, 1381|Seal'd fast, nor open; yet if sent, 1381|I come, I come! as the soul of my song 1381|Came to me in the grave! O that the grave 1381|Were paved with wings! O that the grave 1381|Gave me the wings I need to cross the sea, 1381|O that the seas were wings, not wings! 1381|O that the song, the soul of the song, 1381|Might fly, soar, fly thro' the skies, 1381|Like the wings of my song, not I. 1381|O that the sky, the sky of the sky, 1381|Or the stars, like wings not mine, 1381|Or the earth, the earth of my song, 1381|Or the stars, were wings not mine! 1381|All things give I, and all things must 1381|Fall from me: the wind from my own face; 1381|The sea, from my lonely life; the sun, 1381|From my dark sky; and grass from my soil; 1381|And every seed cast down from the seed 1381|Of sorrow. 1381|O Death, the first of the wrecks, 1381|I hear thee now; thou wilt not stay! 1381|I see thee now; no, nor sawest not! 1381|Waste, waste not one moment of my life, 1381|O great, O tempest! wreck, wreck! of days! 1381|O wreck, wreck, wreck! of heart's delight! 1381|O tempest, wreck, wreck! of world-delight! 1381|Death, what is there more fierce than a breath? 1381|I am as one who hears the breathless sigh 1381|Of something that he loves. He loves! 1381|I love, for death is passing near! 1381|Then close ======================================== SAMPLE 36150 ======================================== 16059|¡Oh puede llorar, 16059|No hay abreuí! 16059|No hay abreuí, 16059|Salió, oscura y alegría, 16059|Me enjuto al pueblo 16059|De la sombra! 16059|No hay abreuí, 16059|Cuanto llorarme á sí! 16059|Ved vida, cuentana, 16059|Que ved ved ved ved ved ved ved ved ved 16059|Ved ved ved ved ved ved ved ved ved ved 16059|Si el agua pide y la cuela 16059|Y siempre un pueblo y muerte, 16059|Pasó la bárbara nada, 16059|No hay afrentário 16059|Sobre el pueblo. 16059|Si en sí España, 16059|Todo es mío que no me mira, 16059|Yo no me mira; 16059|Que puede abre á que muerte 16059|Por entrambos tal manera. 16059|Porque no puede abre, que me mira 16059|Por ti me mira! 16059|También, pues ¡ay! 16059|En cuyo perezca 16059|Huyó, por mi perezca 16059|En esta escenaba 16059|Cual vengo que, 16059|El agua pide y la cierra 16059|De su poder de tu suerte. 16059|¿Y por qué tan sé, 16059|Y ¡ay! puede abre 16059|Y mi vida pide y la llaveza 16059|No puede abre, que me mira 16059|Por ti me mira? 16059|_La muerte insolencho en esos gusto 16059|Con esclavos camaños ni luz, 16059|Que en torno la su ruerenza 16059|El cuerpo pesar, 16059|Cuando el aire en vano se encierra 16059|Ni criatura 16059|El alma indecipido. 16059|¡Alma mismo que en lo corte 16059|Me llama y me maldita, 16059|Porque tenga el bóreo que hántate 16059|Y aun héroes de la vida y bruja, 16059|Como un despedazado eterno, 16059|Para que me esconde 16059|Llevando el alma que, y te llanta 16059|¡Qué solio corazón! 16059|¡Al corrupción que me decía 16059|¡En vano da la vista de su vigiola 16059|La papparattoó el alma cariño! 16059|Ya desganemos el fondo de otros scars, 16059|¿Por qué süave la mano de luto 16059|Más que tu corona animado? 16059|¿Quién queda, ¿quién ir enemigo 16059|Con el fondo de tu alboroto, 16059|Y el gran padre y la luz atenouido? 16059|Unuso, una misma su dolor. 16059|Ni el fondo. 16059|La punto espantosa, 16059|Mi bárbara, mi esposa; 16059|Sus trópico férviese, 16059|Bárbarrades huyó, siempre. 16059|¿Quién rebró el fértil? 16059|Ella está vivir: 16059|¡Oh mía! ¿No veís de tu maldonado 16059|El inmenso impío que en sus cuerdon? 16059|¡Oh mía! ¿No veís de tu pánico ======================================== SAMPLE 36160 ======================================== 1924|We have the mongrel in our midst, 1924|That is his name, 1924|And he is old and lost in sin. 1924|We have heard of the golden fruit 1924|And tasted the root, 1924|But we have never tasted the wine 1924|Of the heart of a man. 1924|We have come across the lonely sea 1924|And we have found 1924|The sound of the wind is not always sad, 1924|And the sea will bring us, as the wind, 1924|The love of a friend, 1924|There is a tale for him that cannot die: 1924|And he shall sing it to the moon. 1924|He shall know it, but he shall not be 1924|Obedient to the strain; 1924|He cannot sing, because of his sin and woe; 1924|But he will know it, and know it well 1924|It is the dream of a song. 1924|It is the heart of a man you hold, 1924|And it is sweet, 1924|And it is true at last 1924|As the dream of a song. 1924|It is the love of a man that I hold, 1924|And it is mine, 1924|And it is all my own, 1924|Because of the heart of a man. 1924|Hush! The wind is whispering in your ears: 1924|"What is the heart of the man?" 1924|It is a sound at night, a cry 1924|When stars are set, 1924|A song that never is old, 1924|A vision at night, 1924|A burden that never is old - 1924|A whisper in your ears; 1924|So listen softly; it will not bark! 1924|It is a voice of hope in need, 1924|A voice that shall sound 1924|In the night, when a star is lost, 1924|Where a shadow lies - 1924|A whisper in your ears; 1924|A whisper in your ears will not bark! 1924|It is a song of my heart that I sing; 1924|It is the song you hear 1924|When the night is dark and a star is lost, 1924|And the soul of a song 1924|Sleeps in the pain; 1924|And the soul of a song will never ring! 1924|Oh, it is but a dream of what is to be; 1924|Oh, it is but a dream of what is to be - 1924|A song that is long past--and yet once! 1924|The moon shines in the heavens over the sea, 1924|And the clouds lie pale and still and dim. 1924|The blue waves cry, 1924|And the white waves sleep; 1924|And the stars rise white and pale 1924|And drift in the sky. 1924|And the white waves wake in their bed, 1924|And their ripples ripple and creep, 1924|And they weep in silence through the windless night. 1924|What is the thing you know is so, 1924|And what is the thing 1924|That you do not know is the same? 1924|When the world was young the things that were 1924|That seemed so different you seemed then, 1924|And the things that are now changed before, 1924|And it is so with me, when I think 1924|The world is changed; and the things that were. 1924|But they are not changed; they are not the same; 1924|When the world was young the things that were 1924|And the things that are now changed before 1924|Are only changed by the things that were; 1924|The things that were are the same. 1924|The sun is on the sea, 1924|The wind is on the sand; 1924|There are a thousand things to do, 1924|All of them you must do. 1924|The light is a star, the dark is night, 1924|(But the star is dimmer than darkness;) 1924|The sea is a glass, the sky is a sky 1924|(But the sky is brighter than sea); 1924|The wind is a breeze, the sun is a star 1924|(But the tempest is the star); 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 36170 ======================================== 2334|When she's on duty, we give her the old "good night" 2334|In the car, when she's on patrol, 2334|And the little boys in the trench 2334|Drop a "Good-night" to her. 2334|"Her eyes are the mirrors of her soul." 2334|I'd a little more gold you'd say, 2334|Though, perhaps, a bit of a frown-- 2334|My old pal, you'll agree, did not 2334|Have his job cut out entirely 2334|For the goldman of today. 2334|He's a blither, lappier machine! 2334|(In a way his lot seems light: 2334|It's gold he's after--gold that stays-- 2334|Gold that flashes, though it's held, 2334|But can't.) 2334|Now, here's a man who's found it out; 2334|He won't tell on his own track, 2334|Or ever shall tell a soul. 2334|There's something in the little grass, 2334|And a star, and a moonlit sea, 2334|And the birds in a small, brown house-- 2334|I know them all; and now I know 2334|What he knew in the days of old: 2334|That little room where he and I 2334|Came once and danced in the sun. 2334|O I knew, I knew! But not again! 2334|I have been changed by a demon's rage, 2334|And now a man and a man alone 2334|Shall kneel by the grave of the Dead. 2334|It is the hour of prayers and praise, 2334|And on this holy day of rest 2334|Of service and devotion, I 2334|May kneel and adore my God, 2334|But my heart is mine--my heart can wait. 2334|My heart, that would adore in earnest, 2334|This hour, I say, for a quick hour, 2334|To worship in thoughts that are true 2334|As my heart, and from out the core 2334|Of all to pour out its desire 2334|For the Lord to stand by my side. 2334|So, O my God, I may not stay, 2334|And do not worship for my heart; 2334|But I may pray in some sweet place, 2334|And in some quiet, sweet retreat, 2334|Before Thy throne--for the day 2334|Has come--for my prayers are said, 2334|His throne is my bed and my grave. 2334|There's a little room in the wall 2334|Where the water lilies bloom, 2334|And a small rose in the wall 2334|Which can tell you a secret now. 2334|And a little band of birds 2334|Round the little flowers sing; 2334|And the little window where 2334|The little sunbeams dart and thrill 2334|Is where the shadow lies 2334|Of all the little lies that were. 2334|And here in the little room 2334|All my world is alone-- 2334|Save for the shadow lies between,-- 2334|As thick as the blossoms are: 2334|So, O my God, I may not pause 2334|To doubt nor to mourn; 2334|But let my soul with Thy grace 2334|Shrink in the shadow as we lie. 2334|All my life is thine--thy care 2334|Smiles round me in the sun, 2334|And my heart lies open wide 2334|To the joy that is not pain: 2334|So, without fear or doubt, 2334|I the life and thee the death may live. 2334|I will go to bed and wake again 2334|In a land where stars are bright; 2334|Where the little hands of Hope go out 2334|And the little feet of Love run. 2334|So, when in the morning I am dressed, 2334|I shall think that I have gone mad 2334|For good clothes make to wear no more, 2334|And I shall cry the more. 2334|So, when the cold comes on my feet, 2334|I shall think that I have strayed 2334|And will cry the more. 2334|To-morrow ======================================== SAMPLE 36180 ======================================== 16059|El alma al vero en la sombra 16059|Su amante el amor de lágrimas nubes 16059|El sol de Tamaulipas, y del día 16059|De sosiego que en su casa eterno. 16059|El amor, que en amar sobre Viva España 16059|¡Oh enemigo! ¡Oh en cuenta cierto 16059|Hija, ha de vengar á mi amargura 16059|Al cielo que dar de su gloria 16059|Como empieza en torno de gloria. 16059|¡Oh cada cuerda, enamorado, 16059|Como cantar de mi alma viva España! 16059|Otros, que es inútil ni veo 16059|Dejas de una puerta la cumbre 16059|De la razón del mundo eterno, 16059|Tristes ojos en la vida el cielo. 16059|Cayó, vencedor, si el alma mía, 16059|De amarillas son laudo la tierra 16059|Con la hermosura del poder: 16059|El amor la hermosura alta en el amor, 16059|Con un día que así abrir el hueco: 16059|Por magas de ser más señor, 16059|Siendo amargos son las nubes, 16059|Todos ha de decir llegar. 16059|Soyondocay, que por ahí vas dejado, 16059|En sus almas dos, que sus fieros no es 16059|En otros desesperados son miembres 16059|Y en toda la luna sus lángustos no marques. 16059|Del mal que si esfera, ¡oh un sol soisado! 16059|Sin que ciega en la grande inmortal 16059|Para amargura desesperado, 16059|Diciendo amor la muerte que sus pechos 16059|De asechanzas y triste carnes inunes, 16059|En toda la muerte de la gloria sincera, 16059|Y entonces en esperanza y desdeñoso: 16059|Diciendo una muerte, que seis amigos, 16059|Que vais así, y se despiertes amigos! 16059|¡Oh siempre congojas! Vuelve el sol seres, 16059|Dios dolient, que espera el amor amé, 16059|El amante en que venga un día 16059|Y desbañado en una amarilla; 16059|Y es espera un pueblo asentad, 16059|Mas mi sigue es el que no reiblerme al despertar! 16059|Vacío, vuela, vuela la nieve mía; 16059|Nunca yo entre les acusadas: 16059|¡Oh cielo ha sido en amargura, 16059|Si entre enas míseres bien la florida, 16059|Todo hubiese la mano impío 16059|Que en torno por las flores se alcanza 16059|De un pueblo en paz asiento. 16059|Y en lo pasado cuanto pone su dolor 16059|Con amor eso dicen, y en lo le huye 16059|Sueños del Picha: la mano en una mano, 16059|La mano en un amor, 16059|Vuelven los que en esperanza en paz amante, 16059|Y en lo esperaba en el país desdeñando. 16059|En su dolor: 16059|Diciendo amor mi palacio una mano. 16059|Vuelen los que en esperanza en paz amante, 16059|Y en lo esperaba en el país desdeñando. ======================================== SAMPLE 36190 ======================================== 23196|It seems that every kind of sorrow you know, 23196|Even with which I've got: 23196|The cold, hard truth, which, I'm very sure, I'd hide 23196|Under my pillow if I could! 23196|It may be the truth I do not know 23196|But think that I may have a cause 23196|For feeling some suspicion of evil 23196|In this man's character and worth. 23196|He says a hundred times a day 23196|He is the worst kind of p----y, 23196|He strikes me with this unfulfilled desire 23196|To cut him off from all my friends! 23196|I wonder if he has a sense 23196|Of the fact that the ladies are not fair, 23196|And, if he knew the women, might know 23196|That I look to his beauty not as proof 23196|Of heaven's approval of the thing they are, 23196|But as a kind of pledge that things will be. 23196|When a man comes into love, I know, 23196|Myself, or his girl, will always be the fairest, 23196|But if I try to make his beauty mine 23196|She would look at me and say I am mean. 23196|I really cannot make a point of it-- 23196|There may be other girls quite as good or better; 23196|But a man who has known most of the best 23196|Must have a sensitive stomach for surprises. 23196|I wonder--though I can't prove it-- 23196|What sort of trouble would be made 23196|If these friends of my own life, those two blokes 23196|Like me should be seen in the street together, 23196|And be known as partners of crime, 23196|For the rest of our lives? 23196|We've a quarrel. He says it was bad 23196|When I saw him this morning at lunch 23196|To see the two blokes come out together! 23196|Well, the lunch hour's done, and the two blokes rush 23196|On a red-hot elevator past the station, 23196|With a crash as the door opens. One bloke looks 23196|At the other with a wry, vacant eye, 23196|Then both of them huddle in a post, 23196|And the door shuts. No time to say "Good-by." 23196|I walk into the room where they're sleeping. 23196|Mamma and Dad are asleep, but a light 23196|Lights up and shows them taking deep pillows. 23196|Mamma leans ope her eyes, and she smiles 23196|So kind, and Dad, too, and I hear him speak. 23196|I guess he thinks I'm a lucky boy 23196|That's taken to this bed so quickly. 23196|"Pray," said I, "tell me, does it feel warm?" 23196|And he said slowly, "I do think it 23196|Will, for the most part, be warm." 23196|Mamma's eyes glanced at the other bed, 23196|and her face fell as if startled by something-- 23196|not fear, but sudden guilt. 23196|"If I were a little late to school," 23196|she said, "they'd kick me right out of the class, 23196|And Dad and Mamma might send me to Hell 23196|To get away from their little Mary, 23196|Who wouldn't be good, and Mary would be mad, 23196|To have two such naughty girls in our school." 23196|But he looked so peaceful and so calm, 23196|I thought he was praying, too, in his sleep. 23196|I woke up, and there was Mary sitting up 23196|In Mary's room, crying. "Oh, God, you, you, 23196|Make me afraid to speak! I can't bear 23196|To hurt you, even with a peck of milk, 23196|So good, so good, and so sweet, and so still." 23196|"If you want to speak, take a little stir 23196|And whisper," said he, "and I'll let you speak"-- 23196|And he began to say. "The world is good, 23196|And it doesn't hurt, and I'm so strong, 23196|And you ======================================== SAMPLE 36200 ======================================== 29700|Who can this glorious vision be? 29700|I dare not look--so strange it seems; 29700|I cannot trust my ears, or eyes-- 29700|My heart will break, too early sworn. 29700|I am so fearful now; I feel 29700|As if thy heart as well were mine. 29700|I will not trust my ears, or eyes, 29700|To anything that seems so bright. 29700|If this be thy great, good Mother, 29700|Who can this glorious vision be? 29700|How long we wait, we long to meet 29700|In all the joys of all the sea, 29700|In all the joys of all the shore, 29700|But still we are not welcome there. 29700|How long these words, "I shall be here," 29700|Are spoken!--I see them slowly wave 29700|Between the mist and gray, each day; 29700|But yet I feel them never wave, 29700|As they were something far above 29700|All earthly bliss, to which the brain 29700|Is prone, like many a joyous limb 29700|A moment before its master's eye. 29700|I hear them softly as the breeze 29700|Ascends the sea-cliff's mossy side, 29700|And, still I hear them softly say:-- 29700|The spirit of old, but lately dead, 29700|He lived on the sea-shore, and died. 29700|How long these words, "I shall be there," 29700|Are spoken!--I feel them slowly wave 29700|Between the mist and gray each day; 29700|But yet I feel them never wave 29700|As they were something far above 29700|All earthly bliss the heart can feel, 29700|To which the soul is prone. 29700|I hear them as a sighing bird 29700|With broken heart, as the ocean round, 29700|Breathless, and sad, and low, and sweet, 29700|In the sweet spirit's ear may chaunt: 29700|"The breath of a distant world is strong, 29700|The voice of my sorrow is weak, 29700|The land of my heart, it is gone! 29700|"Alas! that a home so sweet can cease 29700|And a grave lie where my grave should be! 29700|That the spirit of love should so be flown 29700|Who dwelt with me in heart and soul." 29700|Thus is the soul of each man's spirit seen, 29700|Each bosom a well of hope, a cave of love. 29700|Ah, happy was I in my early prime! 29700|The world was new to me, and strange to me; 29700|I scarce had learned to walk, and scarcely spoke; 29700|For every limb was formed and every sense 29700|Discovering, by its own free will, the path 29700|Of thought, and listening still to every voice 29700|Which cheered it from life's simple springs upraised 29700|To the great world, and beyond the light of day 29700|Of some far-seeing star to guide its way. 29700|My thoughts were wild and ill-contained. 29700|I loved to think, but could not speak. 29700|There came, in moments such as these, 29700|A father to my thoughts, as a companion, 29700|Gentle in his caresses, but stern and cold 29700|In mine, and ever piercing the clear dream 29700|Which I must never close, and strive to close, 29700|And thus my heart grew hard and o'erween. 29700|I thought the father thought my ways were hard; 29700|My heart grew cold to him, for he was kind. 29700|As the first sun, with its last beam streaming 29700|Over the land, that rests in peace and light, 29700|Seemed to the lover the light he had seen 29700|Far from the city's noisy joys and strife, 29700|So life for me, till its last moment, sought 29700|The world of mind and toil and thoughts that dwell 29700|Upon the mind and nature's changing laws, 29700|Would seem, from day to day, a journey lost, 29700|The progress of a moment's sport, and then 29700|As the last sun ======================================== SAMPLE 36210 ======================================== 10602|Whose soul they had from the first, to come in 10602|And view her faire, so pure & well-wch, 10602|Which now before them, they did beholde, 10602|As if 'twas new, newly borne; for there, 10602|Wherein they had so long a liurest, shone 10602|A sun that did them much confesse, 10602|As if that world which was to come on, 10602|Which was the first in her bright plesace, 10602|Were now to their behoofes committed, 10602|Because their eyesight now they did beholde. 10602|But when of this a little time was past, 10602|That they had heard them call, and heard them come, 10602|The olde man that at the charing heard 10602|That sound, spake out, and to his house came 10602|Forthwith that one, that was the other's kin, 10602|And with both voices did acquainte 10602|The world, with every thing that was their fare, 10602|That they to see this sun, and every sun, 10602|Likewise might them doe: for being so disposed, 10602|They came not to their heritages out of, 10602|And to make a feast of it, and to do 10602|The mone their honour, when it was no more. 10602|And for no other cause than there was cause, 10602|That both should come, they also came that so 10602|Might both, which on a day, did take their course 10602|Across the waste, the sea, and open main, 10602|Into a continent, that from them did send 10602|The Lord of Heav'n unto the world. 10602|So long, as they had lain outof sight, 10602|The morrow it seem'd full batefull, but now, 10602|When that the olde man was of his way 10602|Back with him out of the deep sea, 10602|And in a narrow strait, which a land did smother, 10602|They came to an isle, that hardn'd it round, 10602|The which thereof olde Agrican stood, 10602|And found it fit abode, in peace and plenty, 10602|For both of them, to live and labour full: 10602|That land made faire his beauteous face. 10602|So after long labour, both both men and woman, 10602|The isle did make them fit abode; 10602|And that they had more cheer, more pleasure then, 10602|Then rich men yet, in any place, 10602|That ever did reside; so plenteous was the deal, 10602|Nor was any room for fear or danger. 10602|The house there, built like a temple, was, 10602|But nere so high as that of babes and wives, 10602|That men would say, 'tis neither arbour fair, 10602|Nor fair lodging, which is room for both 10602|Men and women, for to rest in peace. 10602|There they the children did enjoy, 10602|And were of noble stature grown, 10602|The which in due time were fed, 10602|And clothed in raiment fair array'd. 10602|But God it seem'd pleased to have them here, 10602|And made them unto Heav'n consort real. 10602|There it was ordain'd that to the King 10602|Should be elected all his realm, and so 10602|Perform'd so well his kingdom's needs, 10602|That the best of all the royal blood 10602|Were now to him made part; and he, 10602|Because he might the truth presage, 10602|Did most foresight know in howto be, 10602|That he would for the sake of his race, 10602|And for his kingdom, take from every land 10602|Those children that were born to him vile, 10602|All whom he had to bring up, with him 10602|Into his world upon the earth, 10602|That their good virtue would make them true, 10602|And never to cast out from home. 10602|For then they were to serve the Lord alone, 10602|The which would always keep them free ======================================== SAMPLE 36220 ======================================== 19226|A little wind from out the North, 19226|That sings the songs we dreamed of long, 19226|And whispers 'Songs without number.' 19226|And yet they only sang as this, 19226|With one song more--the song of their sire. 19226|What matter that the years come round 19226|And we grow like to withered leaves-- 19226|A little wind singing on 19226|In the North-West-Sound at night-time 19226|Cries, "'Tis the voice of my sire," 19226|And we wearily backward go, 19226|And the dawn grows white and cold, 19226|And the dawn grows white and cold. 19226|What matter if we come to die? 19226|It is no matter what comes next-- 19226|Oh! the dawn is white and cold 19226|And we slowly forward go, 19226|And the morning comes as a bud-- 19226|Is it the bud that the boughs 19226|Somewhere above us call, 19226|And is it the voice of the boughs, 19226|Or is it the voice of the bud 19226|That our sire, the wind, was born to sing? 19226|And we wearily backward go, 19226|Not knowing whither or whence 19226|Or whence, with wistful gaze, 19226|But we sing the music of the rain 19226|And it is the music of the Spring. 19226|The birds were singing and soaring-- 19226|"Oh! come to Kew, dear Kew!" 19226|The brook was singing and gurgling, 19226|"Oh! come to Kew, dear Kew!" 19226|But the bird was a stranger toking, 19226|"Oh! come to Kew, dear Kew!" 19226|With a gentle cry singing, 19226|"Oh! come to Kew, dear Kew!" 19226|She was the maid 'mid the blossom-bells, 19226|And she said, "Oh! come to Kew, 19226|My love is a girl that lies in the bed 19226|Of a flower. Why should he seek me? 19226|"Oh! come to Kew, dear Kew!" 19226|She whispered, and the music murmured, 19226|"Come to Kew, dear Kew!" 19226|She lifted her breast for a kiss, 19226|And it was--Kew for a kiss to take-- 19226|And he lay in the bed of a blossom. 19226|I saw the little flower-crowned, 19226|I breathed the word, there grew a tree, 19226|And a flower. I knew that blossom's name. 19226|And I came forth, and I came to Kew, 19226|My love is a girl that lies in the bed 19226|Of a flower. Why should he seek me? 19226|Oh, why should he seek me? 19226|What is Kew? 19226|Well, here is my place. The house is mine; 19226|My land the mine for all my own; 19226|And I have a house to sell, and a farm, 19226|And my mind is a-babble and mirth; 19226|And my soul is like a little spire, 19226|To watch the world like a watch, 19226|At Kew, my dear Kew! 19226|We walk before the sun, 19226|With a little maiden by our side-- 19226|I'm the little maiden who makes her voice 19226|Sweet with a kiss. 19226|We walk before the sun, 19226|And the wind comes sweetly to our feet; 19226|The sun smiles down on us as we walk; 19226|Our love grows greater by a kiss. 19226|We walk before the sun, 19226|Until he smiles no more; 19226|And the little maid in the little hand 19226|Is the girl who made her smile the first. 19226|We walk before the sun: 19226|It's a little maiden on my knee, 19226|Oh! you are a king and I am a king. 19226|We are lovers now of the lips we kiss; 19226|And we have a prince to be, ======================================== SAMPLE 36230 ======================================== 1166|And I, my life's work done, 1166|Grew like the summer-grown trees 1166|That turn to fruit the day. 1166|In the great autumn after 1166|New leaves came flocking in 1166|Till the trees looked brown and gray, 1166|Not as when they came in before. 1166|Now the great season's over. 1166|The trees wait winter now. 1166|Each a different color, 1166|Each bent and crooked like a bow. 1166|No one goes hunting in the wood. 1166|A little green-eared one 1166|Cried: "Lovers, the world is big: 1166|It's a world of busy men 1166|To keep a harp in tune all the year." 1166|And the one by one 1166|New lover came to me, 1166|Tender, and meeker, and more meek. 1166|And one was so tired of passion 1166|That I was hard of hearing, 1166|And the thing is that when I get into verse I'm a-weary 1166|Of the way I'm crying, and being crying, and being 1166|mourning. 1166|And I'd rather die than cry in the street any more 1166|Than be a-weary of the ways all around me. 1166|It's very hard to get the confidence of a good-hearted, trusting 1166|A man-slugger of trees 1166|His face is like the snows 1166|On wintery hills, 1166|His hands like snow, 1166|His spirit like the leaves 1166|When summer winds call. 1166|His life is all wrapped up 1166|In many a tangled net, 1166|He walks a labyrinth 1166|Of tangled green and tangled blue. 1166|The labyrinth is not for him: 1166|When snow-flakes fall 1166|He only hears the crashing crunch of 1166|The tangled leaves. 1166|The labyrinth is not for him: 1166|When snow-flakes fall 1166|He only hears the crashing crunch of 1166|The tangled leaves. _Written after reading an 1166|I do not see all that you look on: 1166|I do not hear all that you hear: 1166|We are too few which are too great -- 1166|Which must rise up from the earth, 1166|Where are they sleeping? 1166|Aye, hear their soft and low calls: 1166|The great, far-voiced waters bear 1166|Throbbing hearts through all the heart of Night. 1166|O heart, heart heart heart! 1166|Thorn, wind, wind, wind, wind! 1166|They are sleeping. 1166|I see the star-crowned night 1166|And the star-mists like white-frail flowers: 1166|O heart, heart heart heart! 1166|O heart, heart heart heart! 1166|I hear the sea's low sighs 1166|In the star-filled midnight: 1166|O heart, heart heart heart! 1166|What need to be glad, dear? _A 1166|dream. 1166|O heart, heart heart heart! 1166|O heart, heart heart heart! 1166|I see through the stars the moon; 1166|And through the moon I hear 1166|The little voices singing 1166|A sea-song low and clear. 1166|O heart, heart heart heart! 1166|So will you dream for ever, 1166|With the soft white stars above, 1166|Of the little hearts that sing. 1166|In the heart of a dream, 1166|In the heart of a dream, 1166|My little love, 1166|In a star-ring, 1166|In the heart of a dream, 1166|Dream on, my heart, 1166|Dream on, my heart, 1166|While the sea-cows 1166|Are feeding on the moon, 1166|And the lights along the shore 1166|Change like a flame ======================================== SAMPLE 36240 ======================================== 36702|And that one he had brought up in the west, 36702|A little older, and with a moustache 36702|That matched the other, in his pocket he'd written: 36702|It's very cruel, but 'twould look a bit 36702|On my old friend Phil, who's as good as he's old, 36702|To keep such an old horse for such a young one.... 36702|It's not much, is the best horse I know, but it's good 36702|For galloping up the country: and it's good 36702|To gallop along at night, and it's good 36702|To wear your hat backwards.' Now I know 36702|He was no tailor who makes a boy 36702|A hat that fits him better, but I know 36702|He saw his purpose, stood forewarned, stood firm, 36702|And, seeing him, the old horse gave a stir 36702|With all his youthful force, and bounded through 36702|The twilight wood, over the white cliff, 36702|And crossed a river, and went by wood and hill, 36702|And reached a little farm-yard, where he sat 36702|Under a maple, with a pint of milk, 36702|Saving his big fat golden eye of pride. 36702|He held up his head, and said without a groan, 36702|'What!' cried the horse, 'would you be dissuaded 36702|(He spoke, and the old horse's legs went jerking up 36702|And down again with the sudden motion) from galloping? 36702|I know myself, in my youth, I know my stall, 36702|And know there's nothing in it that will cause 36702|The danger that you've described.... Yet sometimes 36702|I ride it, knowing that there's nothing in it 36702|But good for one who has a hand to steer.' 36702|'Oh, Sir,' said the horse, 'you have a very old horse!' 36702|So said his friends; for the people know what is best. 36702|But in his heart, he knew no such thing, not a bit. 36702|Now this dear friend spoke out like a sensible, calm, 36702|Sage-like man. 'When I'm older,' he said, 'I think 36702|It will be better to go on living, and 36702|To seek a friend, if need be, who'll be his keeper, 36702|Whom he may call upon. But you must see the horse 36702|And do his lessons.' 36702|'I can learn none,' 36702|I replied. 36702|He was the darling of his school, and he 36702|Was well liked, both horse and people said, 36702|For he knew what he wanted. So I gave him 36702|Two guineas a day, and sent him off to Rome, 36702|In a sort of a pauper condition, I 36702|Served him for seven years, when he began, 36702|In six, a little boy from the old town 36702|Of Ghent. 'He grew up rather ill-bred, 36702|And I was his instructor in his mind 36702|Of galloping, riding, and he was a horse 36702|Till, for self-satisfaction, he was taught 36702|A long way out beyond the dusty streets, 36702|And he was called to Rome, 'to train for galloping.' 36702|Then, for the rest of his life, he lived on 36702|A hundred miles or more from Rome. 36702|He never had any money to play with. 36702|He'd only want to ride a four-wheeler, 36702|And he lived very far from London Town, 36702|And that was always his intention; to see 36702|If he could make it count for any peck. 36702|So he rode down to Rome every Sunday 36702|For seven years, till he was twenty-one, 36702|And then he began to change, and he 36702|Rode to the best of anybody's ability.... 36702|A few horse-bit runners were coming now, 36702|And they all said they'd take him to the races 36702|But the people took him for a horse-fan. 36702|They called him Jack and, one day, he started to race ======================================== SAMPLE 36250 ======================================== 24819|As to a gentle hand of worship, 24819|The voice of prayer hath gone down the deep 24819|And lulled to peace the troubled sea; 24819|The voice of prayer hath gone down the deep, 24819|And lulled to peace the troubled sea. 24819|He that heard it, when the bells rang out 24819|To say the fast, was like the breeze 24819|That wanders through the trees and sings 24819|Itself asleep in coolness fair; 24819|Or like the breeze, when, like a spark, 24819|As it has left the silken blaze, 24819|It breaks upon the leafy scene 24819|And leaves it shivering in the frost. 24819|Ah! prayer goes down the deep, and lulls 24819|To peace the troubled sea; 24819|And the sunsets have begun 24819|To shine a rosy rosy rosy, 24819|And the morning fairies wait 24819|On the green grasses swaying low, 24819|With the green grasses swaying low, 24819|With the green grasses swaying low. 24819|While, gliding down the waters deep, 24819|The silver shadow of that dove 24819|To glad the silent waters run; 24819|And to her nest so soft and cold 24819|Oh! pray for thy swift ship of prayer, 24819|Oh! pray for thy swift ship of prayer, 24819|Oh! pray for thy swift ship of prayer, 24819|Oh! pray for thy swift ship of prayer, 24819|And for a ship of pearl, 24819|And of pearl for prayer, 24819|And the sea hath given 24819|A ship of pearl to thee, 24819|To take thee past each storm that may 24819|A ship of prayer to-day to sea, 24819|Of pearl to-day to sea. 24819|Oh! pray for thy ship of prayer, 24819|Oh! pray for thy ship of prayer, 24819|And for life and for death, 24819|For love and for hate, 24819|For the good and for bad, 24819|Oh! pray for a ship of prayer, 24819|Oh! pray for thy ship of prayer, 24819|Oh! pray for thy ship of prayer, 24819|And for the day or for night, 24819|For light or for dark, 24819|For the good or the worse. 24819|And for joy or for sorrow, 24819|For tears or prayers for me; 24819|For love or for hate, 24819|For joy or for sorrow, 24819|For the good or the worse. 24819|And for laughter or sorrow, 24819|For tears or tears for me; 24819|For love or for hate, 24819|For joy or for sorrow, 24819|For the good or the worst; 24819|Oh! pray for peace or for gladness, 24819|Oh! pray for a ship of prayer, 24819|For gladness or sadness, 24819|Oh! pray for peace or for gladness; 24819|Oh, pray for a ship of prayer, 24819|For the good or the worst, 24819|Of the good or the worst, 24819|Of the good or the worst, 24819|For the best, and for the worst. 24819|Oh sail, sail, to the land of laughter! 24819|The sun may shine in glory ever, 24819|But the ships of heaven sail in sorrow. 24819|The breeze may blow, 24819|And we'll live, 24819|While the sun beats 24819|In his glory 24819|Through the blue,-- 24819|But we'll not 24819|On a wave 24819|Rise in scorn 24819|For a ship 24819|Of smiles, or dreams, 24819|Or a bird 24819|Who sails 24819|With a ship. 24819|There are two sweet birds, 24819|One in the tree, 24819|One in the field, 24819|And though you try 24819|With a pin 24819|To find both, 24819|Though you press an ear 24819|Tightly, 24819|Yet both will find 24819|In the ear, 24819|Though you ======================================== SAMPLE 36260 ======================================== 36137|That you shall ever have. 36137|Then with the rest, our father, 36137|Of the flowers of spring, 36137|The lily for love's sweet sake, 36137|And the daisy, sweet; 36137|Though I should take them all, 36137|That I were one who loves 36137|As if they were the best: 36137|No, nay, thou shalt love, only-- 36137|To love and not to die. 36137|For what is life, if it be 36137|Laughed at and denied? 36137|And what is death, but to trust 36137|All our life to one? 36137|And when I shall have made my choice, 36137|I shall be thine. 36137|Then let us sing, my darling 36137|As we used to sing, 36137|_Lords of the forest, be men, 36137|To be lords of wood!_ 36137|Sing to the world's end, 36137|O voice divine; 36137|Sing to the world's end, 36137|O voice divine; 36137|My love is in his eyes;-- 36137|And I will keep them always. 36137|My love is in his eyes; 36137|And I will keep them always. 36137|_He's a gallant soldier, 36137|A gallant soldier; 36137|He is a gallant soldier, 36137|A gallant soldier; 36137|He is a gallant soldier, 36137|With a gallant ribbon. 36137|When the world is still, 36137|When the world is still, 36137|Oh, I'll arise, and go with him, and 36137|He will be with me! 36137|Oh, I'll arise, and go with him, 36137|He will be with me! 36137|Oh, I'll arise, and go with him, 36137|He will be with me; 36137|For we know all too well 36137|The world will be too wide, 36137|And we must turn aside to reach the sea 36137|When the world is still. 36137|With a sword in the scabbard, 36137|A flask of wine, 36137|Let our spirits be blent, 36137|And our loves unshed. 36137|The world will be too wide. 36137|Oh, I can answer at last, 36137|I can say at last, 36137|I rise, and go with him, and he 36137|Will be with me! 36137|Oh, I can answer at last, 36137|I can say at last, 36137|Oh, I rise, and go with him, 36137|And he will be with me. 36137|_When the world is still with you, 36137|Oh, you know not the hour, 36137|Nor the day, nor the limb nor the plant; 36137|Therein you shall not find the place; 36137|You are lost in that still place._ 36137|_Ah, but when the world is still with you 36137|Oh, you know not the hour, 36137|Nor the day, nor the limb nor the plant; 36137|There in the still place._ 36137|_What know you of love? Have you not, 36137|How many hearts have made you their own? 36137|They pass away like clouds on air, 36137|And vanish with the passing wind; 36137|They go like dreams away from us 36137|When death is close at hand. 36137|But we, we know, have love enough; 36137|We can turn back the ages too. 36137|And we can turn back and find Love too, 36137|But you must die ere we can do so; 36137|Then turn back we may, but we cannot, 36137|Come we must die ere you die!_ 36137|_To live--to die!_ _I die to you 36137|A little child, but as I grow, 36137|So shall my heart a tall man be; 36137|Oh, I must be a little child!_ 36137|_The world will be too wide 36137|When the world is still; 36137|The world will be too wide 36137|When ======================================== SAMPLE 36270 ======================================== 3255|When I think, at my death, of our house,-- 3255|And that, in the midst of a blaze 3255|(Which I've not been able to save it from), 3255|I might have been sleeping or dead 3255|Ere an awful dream about the place 3255|Changed to a mangy black bear, 3255|With a tawny back and a black nose, and a white tongue-- 3255|And a very hard face. 3255|I know I looked and he stared 3255|Just like a black bear that had been 3255|Sixty miles away. 3255|I felt as if he had bitten 3255|The back of my hand, 3255|And left it there in the great darkness 3255|Where three minutes before, 3255|After the first scream and scratch 3255|Of the bear, I had seen him, still 3255|With a face like his. 3255|I think he was frightened and scared 3255|That night when he woke up alone 3255|In the house, with his hand 3255|Groping, groping over the floor like a dog, 3255|And his face still black. 3255|"Have you lost your hand? How do you get it?" 3255|-- said the lady I sat on. 3255|"Is it real, or do you give it to an ox?" 3255|-- said the mourner beside her. 3255|"I'm sick of your gibes," was the reply. 3255|"Is it real?" asked the widow. 3255|"It is not real." I wondered. 3255|"Is it real?" she asked. 3255|The answer was the time the wind 3255|Had grown the sharpest in a bell, 3255|"I give my fingers the black hand," 3255|And the hand was in her own. 3255|"You gave your hand to a bear!" 3255|The widow looked shocked. 3255|"I gave my hand to a rat!" 3255|A little woman spoke in a grave way, 3255|And said with a sigh. 3255|"I give my hand to an old hat!" 3255|At the grave way. 3255|"It's a dreadful thing to die!" 3255|-- said the old woman, gravely. 3255|She did, but in a whisper. 3255|"The old hat must be lost!" 3255|-- said the widow's wistful friend, 3255|For the voice had the whisper. 3255|"Is that true?" asked the widow. 3255|"'Tis a story," she answered. 3255|With the wind at her throat, 3255|And the sun in her eyes, 3255|And a cold sweat on her brow, 3255|The wistful widow said, 3255|"My old hat's lost! Not a tooth!" 3255|I went into the room, 3255|And found the door ajar 3255|As if it held a key 3255|To every door that flew 3255|To open in the gloom. 3255|And I stood at the foot thereof 3255|And eyed the dead in. 3255|So many of them lay 3255|I knew not whither to go, 3255|So with many a frown, 3255|I reached the door, and tried 3255|To shut it, but it clanged 3255|And wailed, "Help! Help!" 3255|So many of them lay 3255|I could not part with them all 3255|Because--because--ah, the face, 3255|The face--I saw not, knew not 3255|In the years, in the years, 3255|That follow, after--after-- 3255|In the years that follow! 3255|If you would have died for me, 3255|If this life would have you, 3255|Let it be the only one. 3255|Do I not love you? Ah, 3255|So much you suffer for a sign 3255|That I can love you? 3255|Would it be in vain 3255|Were I to kiss 3255|That face of yours to leave? 3255|Is the pain worth it? 3255|What is the gain, 3255|What ======================================== SAMPLE 36280 ======================================== 7391|In his proud presence there, of the rich man's fame 7391|And the priest's, the prince's, the peasant's hope-- 7391|Of the woman's love, the widow's prayer, 7391|The sick and the needy's comforts here! 7391|Ah, not for them, but for the wretched born! 7391|Whose bitter hours through life are his own! 7391|While the hungry and the naked are here, 7391|And the prisoner must rest and grow old-- 7391|While the poor in spirit groan in cold, 7391|And the rich man--a tyrant--goes free-- 7391|Be your own guide, the way for life to show, 7391|That the poor man may enjoy his own. 7391|Aye, here's the joy and the glory he shall know: 7391|The world's false smile and false laughter of fools, 7391|The world's high joy and false joy of thieve! 7391|Haste, like the winds and leave the crowd behind; 7391|Be man, be strong, be a man, and die, 7391|And if you won't go to the scaffold stone, 7391|Aye, you'll come back with the spirit more true! 7391|WITH sorrow and pain and tears and blood and pain, 7391|Where the dead and the living strive and fall, 7391|The brave and the good, the good and brave, 7391|The good and true and poor and lowly all, 7391|On a wall of cloud the road is shown, 7391|And far above the stars--the shining stars-- 7391|The pathway for the child and man, 7391|And round the world they rise and climb, 7391|To and fro they wander and roam, 7391|They take their birth, and in life's spring 7391|Spring again and joys are born! 7391|Farewell, farewell, the highway leads 7391|To the heights above the clouded sky, 7391|The little valley and the hill! 7391|Let me take but this one little way 7391|To show thee thy sorrow is vain! 7391|"And when my weary days are told, 7391|What will be left me if I stay."-- 7391|O gentle soul! whose life is spent 7391|To give men bread that giveth not-- 7391|Let me, like a poor beloved child, 7391|Be fettered in the land of life, 7391|And be the wild-child of the sky, 7391|As I have been with thought and prayer. 7391|Let me live, as I have lived, and love 7391|All men and women as they are, 7391|And be the ideal of them all 7391|The best I have revealed to-day. 7391|I WILL not let thee go, lest with some wound thou sever thy 7391|right hand from mine eye. 7391|No, leave to-morrow, for to-day is thine, and I accept thee as 7391|I love thee best who love it best! 7391|What can be left us when life is done? 7391|There was a man, at least, who could not live. 7391|When I have done, thou'ld better leave me here, 7391|And I shall never know when life is done 7391|The joy that stilled my heart--or only this 7391|One memory of the light that e'er shall gleam 7391|One ray from heaven, for all my soul will weep 7391|And all her life-long anguish cease! 7391|Let me have thought of thee when death has reared 7391|Her white brow in the twilight of the past, 7391|And I have slumbered in the arms of slumber, 7391|And rest has come that knows no gap in ease, 7391|As I have loved thee best who loved it best! 7391|I'VE a friend who says: "It's "over yonder," and "it's time,"" 7391|With his hands folded on his breast and never a word, 7391|Sallying forth to the world unseen and the morn, 7391|Till he's sure that he has won a beautiful prize! 7391|He may live till he's old and wrinkled and gray, 7391|And he lives still, faithful and ======================================== SAMPLE 36290 ======================================== 1745|The wisest, or the wisest sage, have err'd; 1745|The right was never in the sword or Pen, 1745|Though in the cause of Truth a right expect. 1745|He said; and I continu'd mute, and straight 1745|Replied: "The sound of music is thy wit, 1745|And thine is to be judge; in what I saw 1745|I can not tell you; but I this will say, 1745|Stand by me, and no other Man excite 1745|The greater to refuse, or shun the worse: 1745|If Justice not remove the rather then: 1745|Therefore, ye wise men of the East, and men 1745|From India, haste to aid the man thus near 1745|Who claims your succour, and the advantage gains 1745|By disputation, learn to treat him true." 1745|He not, I doubt, was aware what I ask'd, 1745|But courteously oblations made; for he 1745|Remember'd me by leave from Tithonus old, 1745|Where I had heard that he had laboured many a year 1745|For my dear sake, though absent much, O man! 1745|My convex dish clos'd: and his high spirit mov'd 1745|My reverend Guide to smile, and bow; and he 1745|Call'd me with vertu, which of sweet proust back 1745|Solid peace procur'd; and as I was received 1745|In peace and quiet, he began his speech: 1745|"Our Sire from On foot, and from the presence of 1745|His holy Father, long and earnest, brought 1745|Into this habitable, now desolate, 1745|High-octav'd land, what erst perceived he there? 1745|Earth now stands open to his view: but those 1745|Who in her bosom sleep, or by prerogative 1745|Of some celestial Spirit walk this course, 1745|This tract of Phillis, they, who possess 1745|Honest of themselves, or faithful to their Lord, 1745|Have reason in this House to live. Go then, 1745|If, as I deem, thy owner will incline 1745|To make thy Maker a faithful searcher out 1745|After Truth, and firmly to reject 1745|Falsehood with Truth, which is to find the truth 1745|Out of the falsehood, leaving the Lie 1745|Of cozenage and subtle perverseness 1745|Unquestioned. This is what I covet: 1745|To search out and to find out the way, 1745|Whither each spirit (so to speak) inclines. 1745|But if, as I think, our constancy, 1745|Our firmness and our patience prevail'd 1745|More in that part, where we were stock'd and fed 1745|Here upon this apparent land, then here, 1745|Where now we lurk, and e'en lack the light, 1745|Then more then here, body and soul, were due 1745|Both to be stock'd and fed; and these are few, 1745|Unless the heaven which framed us both inclines 1745|Or earth which feels. This land doth regularly 1745|Provide supplement to nature, and more 1745|Then others, receiving fresh vigour from our birth: 1745|If other proofs of such existence given, 1745|This is the proof, for which all men need feare: 1745|Yea, I should think them all divinely cursed, 1745|Not to return, though silent, to their dust. 1745|"But let us ask into this mighty proof 1745|If any other proof there is, wherewith 1745|To transport us from this pleasant stead, 1745|This inner world where we two were born, 1745|Long companion of the Almighty Will, 1745|Consummate wisdom, perfect love, and rest, 1745|Or change or alteration (and such thing 1745|Were no marvel) of the will and hands 1745|Infinite, with such just dominion 1745|Over all things, as to have made amends 1745|For lost Omnipotence, and been allow'd 1745|By substitution, worship, and decree 1745|To various forms and shapes, from the summe ======================================== SAMPLE 36300 ======================================== 18238|And, a good-bye to the hills that used to be 18238|Where your heart used to be. 18238|You used to laugh, because I never could tell 18238|Which I was, a little boy or a man; 18238|And when love came, I was as ready as a child, 18238|But now how do you think I would be a man! 18238|I'd like to be the king of the forest now, 18238|As we twain did, and make the trees our king; 18238|And if my heart could dream that a leaf could come, 18238|And give my little ones a boy of their own, 18238|And if my heart could dream that a bird could sing, 18238|I'd try to sing; 18238|But here's a song for the tree and the bird, 18238|And the little ones that never were young. 18238|The woods of my childhood were cool and green, 18238|And blue and bright, and dim with spray and dusk, 18238|And here's a song to keep us ever young 18238|And ever fair. 18238|The world of our childhood so dark and deep, 18238|The world of our dreams so ever new, 18238|The world of our joy and trouble is pain, 18238|And ever on and ever above. 18238|The woods of my childhood were cool and green, 18238|And blue and bright, and dim with spray and dusk, 18238|The woods of our joy and trouble are pain, 18238|And ever on and ever above. 18238|I wish that I were where the sunbeams fall; 18238|Where the leaves and the air and the sea meet; 18238|Where I could be, with my hands and feet, with my eyes, 18238|A part of all the mighty music there. 18238|There is no song like the music of the sea, 18238|And when it whispers and laves with eager drops 18238|Its warm, soft hands, my heart and my brain are stirred, 18238|As the sea-waters are stirred and swayed by Heaven's song. 18238|The sunbeams that dance upon the waves of the sea, 18238|They dance a little, dance all day when they dance, 18238|The sunbeams that float on the sky of the sea, 18238|They dance all night when they dance. 18238|The sea-beams, the waves of the sea 18238|Are made with a thousand little hours, 18238|With a thousand little dreams, 18238|And a thousand little ways; 18238|And when they are swept from me, 18238|It is as if my heart were a little sphere 18238|Where stars are floating on the deep, 18238|And all the waves with wonder are caught and hurled 18238|To dance with each other and sing with the sun. 18238|The sunbeams dance on the sea: 18238|If my hands could be like hands of a dove, 18238|Would glitter like silver feathers of gold, 18238|Would glisten like feathers that fly, 18238|And sing in unison, 18238|Would dance in the sky with every wave and every dove 18238|And every sea-bird singing. 18238|I'd be a bird in the sun, 18238|A cloud in the dark of night; 18238|For I never could play with a tune 18238|That I did not know, 18238|From the morning of spring 18238|All the birds of the air 18238|Have wakened and dreamed with their calling. 18238|The birds in the woods and the fields 18238|All were at a festival, 18238|They played like the men of the world, 18238|And the men of the world played on them. 18238|But the birds of the sea had a joy 18238|Not human, 18238|For every wind that blew 18238|Had a heart more happy than mine. 18238|The sea of the sea was singing 18238|With the song of its feet, 18238|And the birds of the sea were singing, 18238|And they waked and they cried, 18238|But the sea of the sea had a cry 18238|More glorious than their own. 18238|I see the sun rise clear from the west, 18238|I see the night of darkness come ======================================== SAMPLE 36310 ======================================== 1304|Where the green earth meets the blue, 1304|Thy mother is fair, and bright, and free, 1304|And good to all thy kindred." 1304|Then down from her dewy bowers, 1304|From his meadow-side, she went-- 1304|The dew-drops and the lilies fair 1304|Still gathered round her feet, 1304|And ever her smile was like a dew-drop's 1304|In the morning-air. 1304|All the winds of heaven were calling, 1304|And the voice of the warbling flow 1304|Came to join the song, "Fair maid, go! 1304|There are maidens more to leave alive." 1304|And the light breeze of the morning sung 1304|A tale for the maidens there-- 1304|Till the heart of the song-bird fell 1304|On the bosom of the dead. 1304|In the green-roofed cottage sleeping, 1304|With arms flung o'er her back, 1304|Sleeping she dreamed she saw long white clouds 1304|Come swimming up the day; 1304|Saw red clouds rise, aroun' the green hill, 1304|And the steep shore slip down. 1304|Sleepless she lay in her slumber, 1304|Sleepless the stars were weeping, 1304|The moon had hid her face in the west, 1304|It was a dream that night. 1304|The sun in his glory grew fainter, 1304|And all the airs were still; 1304|The leaves on the green hill-side withered, 1304|Only the gleesome Moon was seen, 1304|Only the Moon was green and fair, 1304|When the lovely lovely Moon's alone 1304|The lovely lovely Moon did keep. 1304|Then over the wan hush of hills and valleys 1304|The murmur of light-foot feet 1304|"Away into the west!" that light-foot ran to-- 1304|"Away in the west away!" 1304|Then away into the west the merry lark 1304|Answered, "Away into the skies." 1304|But the pretty Moon was sad because she missed 1304|His usual smile, his usual way. 1304|She looked up into the sky with dim 1304|Pale face, and hands upon her wings, 1304|And sad because she could not go. 1304|The little ones in the sunny grass, 1304|In a row by the green hill-side, 1304|Said, "Mama, the little ones are sleepy; 1304|Mama, they are so sleepy." 1304|So when she heard their sleepy voices, 1304|She looked up into the sky 1304|With dim pale face, and said, "What are you doing?" 1304|And said, "I'm just standing there." 1304|So she went down in a dreamy place, 1304|When the sun, with a purple light, 1304|Filled the whole world with purple light; 1304|And she said, "O the very same 1304|That I am doing now!" 1304|When you give 1304|Me back my lady's smile-- 1304|When the tears that rain for ever 1304|Come down upon my book, 1304|And are cold on paper; 1304|When I seek your face when you are not near-- 1304|I seek your tears alone. 1304|When you come back, 1304|I know not what to think of me. 1304|I know not what the world's calling me; 1304|I know not what the sun is saying; 1304|I know not what the flowers are saying; 1304|I know not what the silent sea is saying. 1304|Only you were lonely, and the night was wilder 1304|Than the day, and the leaves were whispers. 1304|Only you were sad, and the night was silent, 1304|Like a dream of a dreamer. 1304|And the night is faring slowly, slowly, 1304|To beg of the silent sea for me. 1304|And I am going slowly, 1304|As I went weeping, weeping, 1304|Away from the eyes of her that is lonely ======================================== SAMPLE 36320 ======================================== 23196|Where the droning bees blow, 23196|And the moonlight lies 23196|On the garden-close, 23196|That is my garden. 23196|It's not far to the sea 23196|That the sea-birds go; 23196|It's not far to the sea, 23196|To a little black boat, 23196|Paved with green olive-boughs, 23196|On the lee at the edge of the sea. 23196|Now the lee is safe from harm, 23196|And my little black boat, 23196|I, on the lee. 23196|There's a garden in her heart, 23196|A little garden near the sea; 23196|And there, a lady-bird flew, 23196|Paving that garden safe and soft 23196|With green olive-boughs for a sail. 23196|There's a garden that's hers to keep, 23196|And I, a bird, may not intrude: 23196|There's a garden walled round 23196|With rose-leaves and with mistletoe. 23196|I will stay where I am: 23196|I have done with toiling: I shall rest. 23196|He who dwells in the white chamber, 23196|He is the greatest master. 23196|I can tell by his smile 23196|What a lover's doom is drawing, 23196|When the trumpet-blast soundeth: 23196|He is more master than I. 23196|He is master now. 23196|A little while I lingered 23196|And wept, as little children weep 23196|Beside the home for infants rare 23196|We cannot move away: 23196|He is master now. 23196|He is master now. 23196|I know, because I have known him, 23196|What his smile must have been like; 23196|What an after-sad face, 23196|The old immortal way he saw: 23196|He is master now. 23196|He is master now. 23196|It is not that he is cold 23196|As other men: there is fire 23196|When the heart's blue light groweth low; 23196|He is master now. 23196|He is master now. 23196|_You could not say I ever gave 23196|A thing for nothing but the dew,_ 23196|_Nor ever said I ever stooped 23196|To taste the food that I prepare,_ 23196|_But when the meal is good and hot 23196|A little longer stay I do_ 23196|_And I will count upon your grace_ 23196|_But let the matter rest, my friend,_ 23196|_To you I all of mine would speak_ 23196|_And would to God that I might meet_ 23196|_Your soul with yours, when time should be 23196|The God of this poor life, for bread_ 23196|When winter nights grow late. 23197|I remember 23197|The clock about the door-sill rung, 23197|The light in the chimney burnèd, 23197|And, having dreamed it strange and still, 23197|I think, as I lie in bed, 23197|It must have rung, because I lay 23197|Unseeing and alone. 23197|It has not. When I shut my eyes, 23197|The street is silent; and I hear 23197|A heavy click of gold chains, 23197|And voices vaguely sweet. 23197|And, with my watch on my face, 23197|All day long I hear a knock, 23197|(But if there be a trap of gold 23197|I do not follow it,) 23197|And voices faintly sweet. 23197|I do not know 23197|If my heart has known that knock, 23197|Or heard a strange, hollow sound 23197|As of a footfall soft and slow 23197|Upon my matin hour. 23197|But as I lie there in bed, 23197|At morning prayers, at e'en, 23197|And finish up the day's work well, 23197|(I may forget that I am still) 23197|My heart remembers, oh, so well 23197|The gentle ======================================== SAMPLE 36330 ======================================== 1020|The wind was a wild one, the rain had gone. 1020|The garden was a hot-house, full of flowers, 1020|The window was a golden space between. 1020|The wind had the heart to speak to the sky 1020|And talk to the window. The wind lay still 1020|Sobbing, and all the air was full of peace. 1020|He said: "Why is your roof all sodden blue, 1020|So willowy and alder and elm trees 1020|The windows are sodden with the dew. 1020|Oh my heart, can you hear the wind in the room? 1020|This house smells of the sky and rain. Will you let me go?" 1020|But she said: "Oh, I do not want to leave." 1020|Then he said: "I never loved you, Love, and yet 1020|Do you do not love me, and have I not dreamed 1020|As a man dreaming dreams of an unknown woman, 1020|A woman unrememberable, for whom 1020|I did not dream till I awoke to know her 1020|Myself, you dream? What, you, do I not dream of 1020|Because her tears were the rain that fell upon me? 1020|But for all this, you would not know me there 1020|As by the window or in garden; I knew you then 1020|As my woman, I had loved you from my heart." 1020|A blackbird came in between the boughs 1020|Of the wind-swathed tree, a red ruffled feather, 1020|And it sang like a broken thing, 1020|And a bird with broken things in its heart. 1020|He whispered low, and the boughs shook 1020|As a broken bird's song shakes a ruined wall. 1020|But she came down the window that the wind made 1020|She was glad when he spoke to her. 1020|He had kissed the wind that kissed the bird that sang 1020|Under the boughs. And she knew the song 1020|Had reached him but she knew the bird. 1020|She never saw the bird again. 1020|"My heart is a broken thing, 1020|Where is all the love you once did know? 1020|How can you still look towards me, 1020|And remember the dear, dear face of someone?" 1020|The birds were laughing through the wind and rain. 1020|"Now look, my little birds," said she. 1020|"I will tell you now about my love, 1020|My sweet love whom none but I could love, 1020|Whom you looked on so proudly in the trees." 1020|She had broken down, and he was listening. 1020|"My love was beautiful. How strange to you 1020|"In the wood of the black birch-tree. It had the air 1020|of a lonely place. We thought she could have been 1020|"A flower in the spring, a shadow, a blue 1020|flutter of sunlight. 1020|"I was mad to be so sorry for you. You 1020|"It would have been better if you had died." 1020|"You hated a woman who had been so fair, 1020|"Who had been so innocent of any sin." 1020|"Yes, I hated her." 1020|"Yes, you hated her, and how, for that? Why 1020|"In a strange way I could blame you." 1020|"We could not bear it. 1020|"It was a long while ago, I think." 1020|"I have never known about it. I can remember 1020|"Why did you kill it?" 1020|They stood in the rain. 1020|"When you said she had lived for too long?" 1020|"When we found it dead in the river?" 1020|"That is not true." 1020|She looked at him. "That was long ago." 1020|"I found it in your glass. It is as real 1020|As real can be. I saw it lying alone 1020|"You will not stay for a minute more to see?" 1020|He stood alone. 1020|The wind had stopped. ======================================== SAMPLE 36340 ======================================== 4331|With nothing between us. 4331|And oh, the sound of deep winds 4331|That sweep the lonely woods, 4331|Ruffling the silken moss, 4331|Making shrill and small 4331|The jocund birds sing 4331|Under the shining stars 4331|Who knows what secrets 4331|In the dark places 4331|They keep that our bare hearts may 4331|Learn of them too, 4331|Knowing how much they mean to us 4331|And love us too. 4331|And you can hear how the breeze-- 4331|Flowing in on the moss 4331|From the lone, drowsy woods-- 4331|Comes up with the music 4331|Of the laughing birds . . . 4331|And my heart is a mist 4331|And you can hear it sighing 4331|As it goes. 4331|Come with your singing 4331|Out of the mists of the world, 4331|Lift up your heart, and sing . . . 4331|Let us go . . . 4331|Out of his lonely home 4331|And hear the sound; he knew 4331|It was coming soon . . . 4331|And with all his love alone 4331|He heard it coming--and knew 4331|That it was coming soon. 4331|And then, to the far-off hills, 4331|Where only hearkening stars were green, 4331|He went; and they found him 4331|Deep in a lonely garden there . . . 4331|And now there was no sign of him, 4331|And the wind rang its loudest, and the boughs 4331|Of the elm trees were white, and the sun on our doors 4331|Flashed his little soul there. 4331|In the twilight you could still the tide 4331|Swinging down by the shore; 4331|Only I heard the wind and the tide, 4331|But my thoughts went out to the sea 4331|With its deep, white waves. 4331|And I went under to it, and saw 4331|The world lying like a dream, 4331|A thousand dim eyes stared at me, 4331|I knew it then. 4331|But I flung the door open, and came 4331|Out on the night. 4331|I heard the strange waves come and flow 4331|From the white foam of the sea, 4331|And I saw my lover sitting up 4331|By the elm-tree. 4331|The white foam lay in the moon 4331|Lifting black wings of wave, 4331|And, laughing, it came toward him, 4331|And bent down and kissed him. 4331|He knew the thing, 4331|It was so strange, 4331|He had seen it once before: 4331|And every time it came to him 4331|It made him mader. 4331|So he kissed it twice or thrice, 4331|And cried, "Farewell, for I must haste . . . 4331|For I must attend to school; 4331|For I dare not stay here 4331|While you are here." 4331|But the white foam rolled high on the waves 4331|And the wind went sighing; 4331|And the tide swept away the elm trees 4331|And the moon went wailing. 4331|And the wind went down to the sea: 4331|And the sea-wind rose up weeping, 4331|And sobbed, "I know not why,-- 4331|For you never were at all. 4331|The white foam rolled, 4331|Like a young child crying; 4331|And the tide went, sighing 4331|And sobbing still, 4331|Till it came to where the little light-boat lay 4331|Rocked near the shore . . . and said, 4331|"Farewell! If ever I see you more 4331|My happy little brother, 4331|I pray you stay not too long; 4331|For I must attend to school." 4331|They stood in the fog by the water's edge 4331|To watch the fog-of-glass whirling down to the strand-- 4331|My little boat with her white wings all furled ======================================== SAMPLE 36350 ======================================== 3295|From that hour at which his spirit was 3295|Convinced the first time he came home. 3295|Now by my side he stood and gazed, 3295|And he saw not the face but me, 3295|Lest his vision should endure; 3295|Gazing at me with eyes that burned, 3295|He beheld me and was scared. 3295|I, who was his first-born, was left 3295|The lone, hushed death-bed to my woe, 3295|While he, a child, and one whose faith 3295|Was shaken, and the world grew pale, 3295|Forgot the love that never fled, 3295|The light wherethrough my life I wandered, 3295|The faith that never died. 3295|I know not how he knew me then, 3295|Or how he wist of our union yet, 3295|Nor if in dreaming he dreamed me 3295|As a child, my own. 3295|Now he has taken my life's good seed, 3295|In the last of its bloom and its power, 3295|And planted and nursed her, and I lie 3295|Beside her grave. 3295|My brother's child, he hath reaped the best, 3295|Nor has he, for the hour I lie here, 3295|Aught to bestow. 3295|O brother, have pity; have pity 3295|On brother, who cannot feel or see. 3295|And I unto him, in my weakness, 3295|Will whisper and plead. 3295|For I know not but thou shalt plead, 3295|The last of the human race, 3295|Whether in life, death or all. 3295|I know not what the next may bring, 3295|Or if there came a time of peace, 3295|Or strife too strong and dark for me. 3295|But I will not be frightened or sick, 3295|As other men have been. 3295|I will not be! Thou wilt plead, 3295|O brother of mine! 3295|And I will tell what I feel within, 3295|And the black tears will in my eyes fall 3295|Like rain from the skies. 3295|I think that the gods have known me good, 3295|And I will not forget what they gave. 3295|Their gift of life: I have loved them better,-- 3295|It has been long and long. 3295|And they have loved me better: I am not 3295|So blind or so blind as men are. 3295|My brother's child, it shall not be 3295|That I should stand without in pain, 3295|Though he, to whom my life was given, 3295|Be so dear to me. 3295|Not so for him who has lived 3295|For me the life of his dear son, 3295|And who knows what the future yields, 3295|What storms may come, what rains may fall, 3295|Wandering with him in the strife. 3295|For him who can name all my griefs, 3295|And bear up the future hours 3295|He has been bound. 3295|Nay, though my heart within me burn, 3295|For him who is in heaven in bliss, 3295|Though I have borne up the dark of years, 3295|Though I have prayed so much. 3295|A better thing is to live and die, 3295|But he who hears of death will weep,-- 3295|Oh, his own brother's child, will weep 3295|Thy last sigh for me. 3295|The day is almost done. 3295|I had a vision last night, 3295|With the wind singing softly to me, 3295|Of her with the face of a star,-- 3295|Mute and silent, with no song, 3295|And no word to answer me. 3295|But she will not rise; she can do nothing; 3295|I dream that she loves me so, 3295|She is dying. 3295|The day is almost past. 3295|I think, in my dream, I hear her cry, 3295|She does not see in her grave 3295|Her dear ones, and they will tell her 3295|When she is dead. ======================================== SAMPLE 36360 ======================================== 1365|And, thus, at last, I told him, "He is dead!" 1365|Then to the table with his sword he stepped, 1365|The great captain of Galicia's army, 1365|Who, in my youth, had fought against my country, 1365|And had won with his own hands many a victim. 1365|Then I remembered that I had been 1365|By my own hand a cruel murderer; 1365|That some dear-loved man, to whom I confessed, 1365|Had burned me alive on his father's altar; 1365|That when I was dead I had a son indeed, 1365|Who was to his unhappy father named 1365|And was the child of that I had murdered! 1365|Then, as I left the house, I found 1365|An old man with his head 1365|Bending 'neath the heavy load; 1365|He looked at me, and with thinned face, 1365|And heavy raiment, followed me; but I 1365|Was not soon free from the old man's embrace; 1365|The tears stood fast upon his eyelids. 1365|Then to the door I bent my brows: "Give aid," 1365|And he exclaimed, "Take me instead of thy son!" 1365|The king, in answer to that prayer, 1365|From the palace, as from a wound, 1365|Up to the very top of the high stairway sprung; 1365|And with the king he placed the stranger. 1365|But in his breast a fierce desire 1365|For blood, as that is felt by all human lives, 1365|And the king, in his own kingdom, had it not been 1365|That the woman had been taken unto Israel, 1365|Not this deed, which now in my heart is writ 1365|Of thine own doing, and mine own death by sin, 1365|Could have saved thee; for thou wast in doubt 1365|Whether to hold me for ransom free, 1365|Or to ransom thee. The poor old man, 1365|In his old age in some little-used hall 1365|Had often been sold, and had oftener 1365|Borne down into the granary 1365|Within whose walls the poor old man, 1365|Now nearly blind, was ever kept constantly. 1365|He had often heard of the King and his possessions, 1365|The joy and the glory of this land; 1365|And at the thought of all this wealth 1365|He had risen, and cried aloud, 1365|"Why have I not life-long-ethickened hands 1365|To the King, who owns an hundred lands!" 1365|Then I went forth to my journey; 1365|And in the forest-country 1365|To make my journey, through rain and snow, 1365|Away from every kind of eye, 1365|And every voice, and every sound, 1365|Where I could think of the King's possessions! 1365|I went to the court with speed; 1365|Whereon of old were carved 1365|The deeds of many a sultan; 1365|And I saw how the king had been 1365|A conqueror, with three hundred camels; 1365|And by two of them there stood 1365|A sack of barley-meal; 1365|But there lay the sack of the king, 1365|Who had been in the court before; 1365|So I said to him with a sneer, 1365|"There is nothing in thy sack but pride and glee!" 1365|But I paused for a little space, 1365|And when I came back again, 1365|In the white market-place, 1365|I saw how the sack of barley lay 1365|With the king still seated alone: 1365|And his face, as he sat there, was white. 1365|And I said: "A sultan is a poor man's king!" 1365|And he answered: "King Solomon 1365|Behold me, and the riches I bear me, 1365|And behold thy heart, O King! 1365|For in my sack I also have meat, 1365|And in my sack have I bread, 1365|And the sack that thou hast given me 1365|Shall be trodden under foot by thine own ======================================== SAMPLE 36370 ======================================== 18396|For weel I wot, that weel I wot, 18396|Weel I wot ye shall not lie; 18396|Your plaid, and plaidie, my dear, 18396|Will ne'er be plaidie again."-- 18396|"Oh, weel do I wot now! 18396|I'll buy ye a petticoat 18396|Made out of the backs of mice."-- 18396|"Ah! waukrife man!" quo' Johnie Gordon, 18396|"Ye think me an irish-man? 18396|I wis my bonny winker blue 18396|That's been laid in the mould, 18396|Auld Kriss from his roots to it 18396|May freely o'er ye wander; 18396|But say, that's no true rouch for you, 18396|My bonny winker blue!"-- 18396|"Weel do I wott now! 18396|We will buy ye a plaidie 18396|Made out of the backs of rats."-- 18396|"Ah! waukrife man! 18396|Ye cannot buy me a plaidie?"-- 18396|"We'll buy ye a wee bit larger. 18396|And, whare do ye wish to go."-- 18396|"In to the muckle house, 18396|We'll purchase nae clavering chair, 18396|And a' for our pains, 18396|A wee bit larger, the bonny winker's blue." 18396|"Now may we be ever true friends," 18396|Cried little Willie Gordon, 18396|"And our troubles ne'er grow sore 18396|Till ye buy this bonny winker's plaidie." 18396|"What! bought wi' money to buy it?" 18396|Said Billy soon impatient; 18396|"Ye wadna buy it wi' auld Gerry; 18396|And, if ye want a plaidie, 18396|Look, lad, a stone more." 18396|"Aye, a stone more!" said little Willie 18396|"I'm na fash'd to buy it: 18396|Gane, ye'll be fash'd, my lad, 18396|If ye'll buy my dear Willie."-- 18396|The bonny winker sprang in the air, 18396|And caught up the little chair; 18396|"Put it in the hearth, my lad, 18396|To cook my brown dough; 18396|Weel, let no dew drip, 18396|Till I do eat it, 18396|That 's three score years and ten." 18396|Laird Gordon, full o' hasty, 18396|To roast his own fine wi' the rest, 18396|But he ne'er quite took he lid, 18396|For he ne'er ate oot, 18396|Says little Willie, "Let him eat!" 18396|Then, to make his bonny plaidie, 18396|A mighty big knife did he take; 18396|He got it, and shook it round, 18396|Till that knife made him girdle, 18396|And he got it, and stood fast by, 18396|And he got it, and, by degrees, 18396|Caught it by the nape, 18396|And then did his heart in-by, 18396|And to dint his nape, and twist it hard. 18396|And he got it, and then he looked about, 18396|Till then, he did nae langer ken; 18396|"Oh, what's this! what's this?" says he, 18396|"This means," says he, "I have gi'en away 18396|The first crown o' h--nds." 18396|What means't but this, poor lad? "I'm gi'en away! 18396|Oh, 'tis not the first time gi'en away! 18396|Gi'en away, and I'll bring it back. 18396|Oh, 'tis not the second time gi'en away, 18396|I'll return him but the first crown o' h--nds." 18396|But Johnny, he hend him down, 18396|As fast as he might can; ======================================== SAMPLE 36380 ======================================== 12286|His face with tears I wou'd dye. 12286|In short, the days sped on as I would have sped; 12286|And then his words;--"The world is ever round, 12286|And all its joys are ever new;" 12286|Saying "And why should I be old and sad, 12286|When all life's marvels are new?" 12286|My heart he soon was able to unloose; 12286|A light was in his eyes; 12286|His smile as gentle and kind as the light, 12286|And though his mood was melancholy, then 12286|We'll leave his gloomy hours to God alone; 12286|For Heaven has more, he was a perfect child. 12286|And still I'm happy as I eternally 12286|'Tis he,--'tis I, his very soul!-- 12286|While he--as sweetly can be happy-- 12286|Can say or do, as his fancy prompts. 12286|All was his; his mind was his eternal mine; 12286|Oh, happy were the world had he as mine, 12286|And I as happy who could but dwell with him! 12286|He was a child like love and never weary, 12286|And ever new and new and strange to me. 12286|"O happy bird, who well hast gain'd thy nest, 12286|And well hast run thy double course, 12286|And got thee home again, and nest again, 12286|And fluttering wing art tarrying still,-- 12286|Well done!" I cried, and clasp'd the wing. 12286|He sang and played with me and waited; 12286|As well was I content to stay 12286|As he could long anticipate and wait,-- 12286|And we two grew as happy as one: 12286|For I have heard his words and seen his deeds, 12286|And, with his eyes upon my face, 12286|I still am safe from every harm 12286|As in another age I was: 12286|But I'm sad and weary now and weary, 12286|And I'm slow and doubt; and, in the dark, 12286|I long to fly at once into the light 12286|And see what is in front. 12286|And I shall fly and I shall fly, 12286|And I shall live and I shall live, 12286|To see the world at large, 12286|As I in days gone by. 12286|The world is growing old, 12286|And I am old, and you are young. 12286|For, as the years have sped, 12286|With you I often met 12286|The bliss that I have fain 12286|To prolong with you. 12286|I have the world at large, 12286|And I shall never see 12286|An hour of bliss that I could give, 12286|And the world's happy state, 12286|For the world's age. 12286|The world is young, 12286|And not a star in all the skies 12286|Hath yet been born. 12286|I am as young as you, 12286|And you may shut your eyes 12286|And still see all the world 12286|In front of you. 12286|And if you live and prosper 12286|And if you live a year, 12286|Then in your little day 12286|You'll smile for me and say 12286|It was not so bad 12286|When I was young. 12286|I had a little hut in the wood, 12286|A little hut on the hills; 12286|A little hut in the wood, 12286|That all alone and very cold 12286|And very lonely watched. 12286|I was so lonely, and I never knew 12286|The other little children, 12286|For they all were off to bed, 12286|And I was all alone and cold, 12286|And I was to be left. 12286|Each night the good, old cradle held me, 12286|And I was warm and I was fresh, 12286|But for none of you I was fair. 12286|The rest are all gone away-- 12286|O! I'm a little hut in the woods, 12286|A little hut in the wood 12286|With the trees for my ======================================== SAMPLE 36390 ======================================== 1035|You too 1035|Will ask and ask again. 1035|And then the wind, 1035|You'll understand, 1035|Shall be blowing in your face, 1035|With no word back. 1035|All wrong, all wrong! 1035|The man you loved has found his man; 1035|He will not find his love any more, -- 1035|Henceforth she's lost her mind! 1035|That man -- a hundred times told -- 1035|All of that time he stood and watched 1035|The old red church, and now it's cold 1035|And mouldering! Ah, there was joy 1035|In that old loving, old red church 1035|When we were young; 1035|But now 'twas like some sad dream! 1035|Ah, you'll understand ... 1035|But he will not ask again. 1035|I was not born in the autumn of the year, 1035|Nor in the spring of the year; 1035|I'm out of tune with the times; 1035|My rhymes forget the rhyme of the trees, -- 1035|They only ring of the winds, -- 1035|And that's the reason that I come to you. 1035|Your days go by, and at night 1035|Your feet will go astray; 1035|I know it, for I have wandered after you 1035|Till I have come to you. 1035|I know the wind that blows and sighs, 1035|The day that fills the skies, -- 1035|And all day long it keeps repeating the same, 1035|And night and all night long. 1035|It's only when the morning comes 1035|At last that I understand 1035|There's not a thing worth having, but what you'll put 1035|For what you'll never get; 1035|And so I think you'll be as good as any man, 1035|But you'll always be better, and sooner dead, 1035|Than any other man. 1035|It's only when the morning comes 1035|At last that I understand; 1035|And then you'll leave out all else, and only look at me, 1035|And only think of me! 1035|There is a fire in the heart of the heart of me 1035|And never a thing will satisfy me 1035|And I'll never cease to lament, 1035|Though it be for long and long, -- 1035|But only what I have, and only the fire you give. 1035|There's a little chapel in my heart, 1035|And a little choir that sings in the night, 1035|And a little cenotaph above it 1035|Of men and women who died for its sake, 1035|Until the silence breaks afresh, 1035|And the red light in the sun is seen anew, 1035|And the black shadows flicker and pass, 1035|And the long blue clouds go out upon the sky, 1035|And the sun shines over it as in a tomb. 1035|There is a little choir in my soul, 1035|And a little chapel where men kneel, 1035|And a little cenotaph afar off, 1035|Where people tell what their bodies were made for, 1035|In a voice of silence and wonder, 1035|Over and over and over again, -- 1035|Oh, it is long, and deep, and wide, 1035|And will keep you all the whole long year from home. 1035|It will take you in the night, 1035|And let you find that you are not alone; and while 1035|It will keep your thoughts in thrall, 1035|If you will shut your eyes, 1035|You will find that you have found the best. 1035|Though you may try to win 1035|Back your thoughts and dreams, -- you will never know 1035|How long ago it was 1035|That you and me began, -- 1035|How few lives there were, -- how few lives we knew 1035|Before we knew that most of us knew, 1035|Before we knew, -- we know how many lives might be 1035|After us or behind us, -- no man can ever know 1035|Just how many lives are in the little chapel. 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 36400 ======================================== 9889|For the love that was in God's great name to go with him, 9889|I'd have done my bit to make a man of him. 9889|Then I'd have loved him as I first loved one I had known, 9889|And the light had been the heart of my life to the core, 9889|And the world, for a trifle, had done him wondrous good, 9889|For he's just such a good Fellow as any to-day, 9889|Who has gone and done a great thing and who's gone and done it 9889|so widely, as if he were a man of the world, 9889|And the world had not forgotten him, a man of gold. 9889|Oh, then the earth had not forgotten her; 9889|But now, 'twere wonderful if I were still a child and there to look 9889|Upon a man who took his own life for love of one whose life 9889|was hanging helpless there in the darkness of hell; 9889|Who had suffered more, and had done a little more, than they 9889|had done, 9889|Yet there he lay, in the light of life as in a pale moon's light, 9889|with no man's name 9889|To stand on, and to tell of the loss of innocence, 9889|no man's heart to lighten a still dim world of anguish, 9889|But no man's soul for aught to be the symbol of it all, 9889|But a world-wide death as one death for one man's sake. 9889|Yes, I remember it, and it makes me smile to see the state 9889|of the old world: 9889|a country where death may go as a sudden death of a loved one, 9889|as one who, out of the heart's hot world, had come to the grave, 9889|for the love and death of another; 9889|Where the graves of friends lie flat on the country side, 9889|where the friends are far away and the dead may never find them, 9889|where the friends may die together, and where there is no one to 9889|shine the grave with a memory. 9889|I remember the old days, how God gave them. But these days, 9889|my friends, 9889|Are the old with the new that has gone out the window; 9889|Or still the same old world but worse than ever, and with death 9889|in its heart; 9889|And a man's love can die, and a man's heart may break, and there 9889|may never be a word, 9889|And life, that once was sweet to me, becomes a thing for 9889|sorrow--so this world is for me, is yet so far away. 9889|But this heart, my old heart, for some good and rare reason is 9889|still aching 9889|And is aching for some one so near whom life has gone stale, 9889|And a man's sorrowful soul may yet have much to suffer for 9889|so long, 9889|And it breaks my heart to think thus the old world is gone. 9889|I am thinking of the love that was mine, 9889|And the love I give to another-- 9889|And a woman's prayer that is laid on my heart 9889|With her hand and kisses and words of love. 9889|I would give my strength, my thoughts, my all, 9889|For the hope that she would understand; 9889|I would give my life, for her sake, 9889|That she would sing and sing for all the years, 9889|And love me still when years have fled. 9889|Yet a day might come when, for some sweet end, 9889|She would turn away while I am here 9889|And say, "There was nothing I could not do, 9889|I only was made for another." 9889|She is thinking of the end of me, 9889|And now my heart is doubting me; 9889|And she will speak but in the evening hours, 9889|And her words are so soft and sad, 9889|There is pain in them, I know, and she 9889|Will feel all day till my face she forgets, 9889|For she'll take my soul and all its fears. 9889|You're a poet, you love the morning- ======================================== SAMPLE 36410 ======================================== 845|With eyes on that dark altar of the sea, 845|And hearts that knew the great world-sorrows yet: 845|Ah! this the dream I dreamed and this the dream 845|Which made me love the ocean-gales so still! 845|O! was it true? Was that stillness joy? 845|And was it heaven? but no! I knew the day 845|Was nigh, when all these joys should end; and then, 845|If I might make a wish it would endure! 845|I wish that all I ever am to be 845|Shall be another thing, yet is not that 845|My soul where this is but a voice that calls? 845|In what pale ghostless splendour have I hung, 845|This garment of my spirit, that its ray 845|May not be life, but that of the immortal night 845|Wherein thou, O night, shalt own us as God's own? 845|For me that dream is dim--its splendour fades-- 845|That thought is something that I feel, and yet 845|I speak not thou nor I; but if it be 845|God's will that I should speak, then let those fears 845|Be cast on thy love, and on thy peace, and on 845|The sea that spreads so far into the sky, 845|That none can tell what hearts of men it bears. 845|I know that God loves me well for why? 845|Because I am not all unavailing hate, 845|And since I cannot tell you why he gave 845|Me leave to see him in that state of bliss 845|You long to be--he gives me leave to love 845|A soul so frail, in love so noble a flame. 845|Ah! not the stars of all the summer sky, 845|Nor sun, nor star that shines in night so bright, 845|Shall know my face in death of all its light. 845|Ah! can the darkness of the ocean draw 845|More love than this! Ah! can a sea I love 845|So little as to make its waves my home? 845|Ah! did the waves, since I came here, not know 845|That thou, O night? They do not know, indeed; 845|But if some other star in all that shine 845|Seemed near at hand, thou'dst never know it there, 845|Since that would break that sanctuary of stars 845|Into a new creation of their own, 845|But that my soul could find a way to thee, 845|As waves to those whom they are made to move. 845|Yet must I have no more than this, that I 845|May speak, who am as I am in command; 845|That the dark things, which I could never kill, 845|And which my love could do no more than make, 845|May speak with me and have their utterance. 845|So, all my thoughts and desires, with God's word, 845|Are in one soul, and live as thou in me! 845|Why, if he will, can I love only him? 845|Can we not love though I can see him not? 845|No! I shall love him, and love him faithfully, 845|And in a dark eternal place be blest, 845|Since all my eyes are with it, since all my heart 845|Sits in its depth, and knows its deep desire 845|In it, and beats at every beat of mine. 845|Oh! I have seen him in all man's remembrance, 845|I have seen him in all his mortality; 845|I have seen him, and the soul is mine, and love 845|Has made me. Ah! well may I love! my love 845|Has been to all men from my own deep soul; 845|And, in my love, I hold mine immortality. 845|How the green wavelet springs and flows, 845|Like a light-winged joyous sprite, 845|In my hand, 845|'Neath the shade 845|Of the boughs 845|That the wind 845|Has shed! 845|How the white-winged joyous ======================================== SAMPLE 36420 ======================================== 42052|And the red sun-beams fell on her with a deathly coolness: 42052|She had known Death before she came; and the light of his light 42052|Had the beauty of her mother moon, yet was not death to her. 42052|They had loved one another long ago; and her eyes were 42052|white as the white snow in the blue November sky; 42052|but they knew not the great secrets of Life, nor the great things 42052|that the great secrets held that were hidden and hid from them, 42052|and their love was as sweet as the music of birds in a spring,-- 42052|as tender and subtle as the voice of a silent prayer. 42052|In their house the sun-winds sang in the east at sunset-time, 42052|Their hands were still, and each man held a wand of red fire, 42052|His hand was chilled, yet his heart had no quiver of fear; 42052|He held but a wand of red flame against the cold black ground 42052|And his blood was cold like the springing fire. 42052|But one night the day broke into a cold and burning red. 42052|Her eyes burned red for a moment, 42052|And her soul's heart beat a thunder-drum, 42052|And her heart throbbed as the wand of red fire 42052|Rang in the wind and smote the ground; 42052|And like the sound of a tempest, 42052|Flashes up the flame of the red-haired maiden. 42052|Then the black wind whirled the fire away 42052|And the wind flew up the wand of red fire. 42052|Then rose a wild cry where she stood against the fire, 42052|And she cried, "O dark and fierce and cruel, 42052|How can I love thee, my maiden? 42052|O cruel and storm-beaten one! 42052|Thou hast driven me from the land of men 42052|To find a lonely hut for me; 42052|Far away in the dark is a place for me, 42052|A house of dark and dead white wood." 42052|Then up and spoke the winds of the south, 42052|As a great tempest round her swept: 42052|"She is not here! she hath fled the wrath 42052|Of the winds of the south, to-day-- 42052|The winds of the dark!" 42052|And the winds, wild, wild, swept 42052|All day, all night, till the sun came. 42052|With a storm of wind and wave they swept. 42052|Then in a wind-globe of red rose trees, 42052|The white rose maidens of the dark 42052|Ran out over a wide green valley, 42052|With a roar of their wild laughter, 42052|And the laughter they threw down from the black oak trees. 42052|And they sang as they moved, 42052|"Be brave, O storm-beaten maidens! 42052|Let her love come near thee; 42052|But be cunning in loving, 42052|And hold still in loving, 42052|Till she come with the light of her shining love." 42052|But a loud cry went up, 42052|As a great tempest of the blue tore 42052|The air: 42052|"O storm-beaten maiden, 42052|Hold still! 42052|For thou hast lost the light 42052|Of love that comes to thee, and the sound 42052|Of the wild winds of the sea!" 42052|Then the black wind of the south, 42052|With a roar, 42052|Grew colder, 42052|As she ran in the darkening lightening of night. 42052|Then up and spoke the winds of the east, 42052|As a great storm with wings 42052|Wrapped her, 42052|As the white rose maidens did of the dark: 42052|"She came not! she is not here! 42052|O cruel blind tempest-wind, 42052|Thy rage 42052|Has brought her, but thou canst not come to me!" 42052|All day long by the white-rose door 42052|Sang the loud gong, 42052|And all day long she came to the pale maids. 42052|All day long by the pale maid ======================================== SAMPLE 36430 ======================================== 7394|What we are, we are not alone-- 7394|All creatures, small and great, 7394|That the world has to show, 7394|Are not more alike than we; 7394|But the nobler spell is that 7394|Blossoms on the mountains of Hope, 7394|And the winds are what we call, 7394|Love without a name--we know 7394|The world is brighter for it 7394|That is our great, wide, free, 7394|Universal Love to live-- 7394|Love that can change and die 7394|In the arms of deathless life; 7394|That makes neither birth nor death, 7394|That has nothing to regret 7394|Or anything to hide, 7394|And only smiles in open sight, 7394|That the world looks upon, 7394|Gently as smiling days, 7394|And like gentle clouds with love 7394|That gently pass. 7394|Where the dead men lie along 7394|The silent valleys are spread, 7394|And the great forests go 7394|Across the hills and rise 7394|Like mighty mountains. 7394|There is nothing in the world like this-- 7394|We hold that God made it so-- 7394|We never see the sun 7394|To-day, but God shall know 7394|When we may come and go 7394|As the seasons change. 7394|O'er the dead men's bones, on the mountains gay, 7394|The white and fern-clad mountains stand like queens, 7394|And the wind will tell of their triumphs there, 7394|And the wildwood cry, "As if he had been 7394|The grand big princes of old, 7394|And all their feuds and disputes over a kiss!" 7394|So the wildwood will not forget; 7394|And the people will not forget; 7394|And they'll not forget, they'll make a song 7394|Of the dead men's bones and the forests' gay 7394|White and fern-clad mountains. 7394|Though a thousand years go over us 7394|We learn not one word of their lies, 7394|That the wind will never tell; 7394|It will never tell that they can lie 7394|Deep down among the fern-clad mountains; 7394|For the world is ours after all. 7394|O what's the use of the good of our own? 7394|All our best, our brightest, our gayest and 7394|The memories of his glory are lost 7394|In the dark of the graves he left us, 7394|The glory he called our own, 7394|And the good things of his song,-- 7394|For all is ours, we only are not; 7394|And he'll not forget us! 7394|If all the world 7394|Were we, what a world what a work would we make! 7394|What a world of good, 7394|What a world of love, what a world of peace! 7394|Would God so make 7394|To suit the man that will not make us, 7394|A great new song 7394|For the brave men only, in pain and in fight! 7394|Would God so make 7394|To suit the man that will not make us, 7394|Brave as this world is, but more brave in his breast. 7394|Would God so make 7394|To suit the man that will not make us, 7394|A world by the strength of his mind made complete. 7394|Himself shall be great 7394|When he hears his duty and sees his people. 7394|Himself shall be great. 7394|For he hath seen, and he shall see it 7394|Where the great roads run, how they work together, 7394|And what is due to him, and what is due all. 7394|Himself can be great 7394|When he hears his duty and hears his people, 7394|And the way is clear, and the roads are best; 7394|Himself can be great 7394|When he hears his duty, and hears him loud, 7394|And the sound of an army, and hears the tocsin toll. 7394|Himself shall be great! 7394|For the ======================================== SAMPLE 36440 ======================================== 16452|And with his feet at rest, the hero took 16452|His steed, where, at the foot of Danaï, 16452|With his own hand that man had tied him forth, 16452|The chief the chariot had impounded; but now 16452|Had from his seat, at his own will, upgrown 16452|Vulcanian vigor, since with Hector slain 16452|The son of Priam. His he had brought 16452|Forth with a golden girdle of the year, 16452|And with ample cloak and mantle rich, 16452|And thus he took his way; and thus he spake. 16452|Ye hosts of Troy, who of your prowess felt 16452|A joy unmeasured, and an undisturbed 16452|Residing in the spacious Troy, beheld 16452|From what remote extremity the son 16452|Of Priam, Hector, reached, this man, his sire 16452|Achilles, by a hand to grievous wounds 16452|Smitten, our friend and hero, and with shouts 16452|Shall call his troops forthto assail the towers 16452|Of all the town; him perish, while he hears 16452|The voice of fire, and sees the sire arraign'd 16452|And the whole crowd of all our people slain! 16452|He ceased, and all the Host at Hector's sight 16452|Stood still; but the strong-neck'd Trojan thus, 16452|The son of Priam. Friend and guardian ever, 16452|Thou of the sword, with which I now have dealt, 16452|I would not that I'd sinned, and had a heart 16452|Unkindled to strike high Heaven's decree! 16452|Hector heard him, and with voice of loud acclaim, 16452|And glory of a spirit fieriest far 16452|Sounding, his augury at once exclaimed. 16452|My arms, my glorious cause and power, the Gods 16452|Absolve! but if ye dare dispute with me, me 16452|Thine, or my mighty arms shall lift against 16452|The brazen-footed doom, though Heav'n shall give, 16452|My body; at his death my power shall end. 16452|Him answer'd then heroic Hector wroth. 16452|Oh! friend. In thee my trust and hope remain, 16452|Troth and unconquerable! what else should I 16452|Thy might have done, even had I but been thine? 16452|But thou shouldst be to Hector as myself 16452|In blame. That one, to whom I owe the life 16452|Of so many, by some god on me most wrong'd, 16452|By that same god, who will not, cannot let 16452|Anxious the issue of a cause so just, 16452|Powers that arm not me to aid him. But hear 16452|And own me not, and trust me also, friend. 16452|He said, and, with his right hand grasped his spear, 16452|Which, by his side, with full force he grasped. 16452|Not by such force, nor at such time, nor with 16452|Such weapons in my hand, shall Hector now 16452|Defend the body of Patroclus slain 16452|From Hector's hand, till judgment day be call'd. 16452|For never and never, as in battle-field 16452|Men strike with swords, or draw the weapons forth 16452|Of warfare, shall the Gods his death ordain, 16452|But on his body, and his hands, in war 16452|Shed on us, and his body they shall lay, 16452|If his unalter'd soul stand not erect 16452|Amid the Gods above, but, moved and bent 16452|By sorrow, will with all his strength submit 16452|To all our might, that never may he live 16452|Tribute to other hands, or give himself 16452|To others for his life. But not until 16452|We both, our life and honor thus removed, 16452|Shall we be slain. Our glorious birth shall give 16452|Unwearied honor to our arms, though such 16452|And such a cause to die for youthful deeds. 16452|If any, then, in my opinion holds 16452|The charge of all our host, ======================================== SAMPLE 36450 ======================================== 7394|And all in the midst,--this was a sight 7394|"It was a little boy,--I know 7394|It was that little boy I knew, 7394|It was the little boy who died. 7394|"All in the house was quiet as death, 7394|The little boy that went to sleep; 7394|He never woke again! What a world! 7394|We were four small girls from the Northland; 7394|And in this house there were no girls, 7394|And in that kitchen there was one, 7394|And we all knew the other two. 7394|But when my little brother's wife 7394|Saw him in a dream all covered 7394|With his own crimson, and awoke, 7394|She knew the little Hebrew boy. 7394|"Then out there in the desert land 7394|The wicked King of Babylon 7394|Gave he first over Babylon's host 7394|To the King of France's empire. 7394|The three great hosts--the great armies-- 7394|Gave they little heed at first, 7394|Because the King of France had made 7394|The battle-line more boldly bright. 7394|"Then was it that--a mighty war 7394|With Europe's horrors begun; 7394|And never-ending as a dream 7394|Is the blood-red first Red Banner! 7394|All through the world a red war it lasted, 7394|Till the red banner at last 7394|Faded in the Western sky, faded in the East, 7394|And red faded, and before it lay the white, 7394|The flag of Christ that never fades!" 7394|"The white, the white flag--'twas the white army 7394|That stood on battle-fields 7394|To save the white man's right, the white man's right; 7394|The white man's right to be, as God made him, free, 7394|Blossom on green field or tilled field of grain 7394|To clothe the soil and feed the flocks and herds 7394|And peace, which now is all abroad 7394|While world goes down the flood of blood! 7394|"And we, the little Israelites, 7394|All on the white-browed hill of Zion 7394|Went down to kiss the feet of God 7394|And know His sunshine; nevermore to stir again 7394|On the broad sea-shore that lies 7394|Before us like a sheet of cold gray sand!" 7394|I stand upon the shore of the world and stare 7394|Into the restless darkness of its tide. 7394|I, who have cast away the cloak of flesh 7394|And laid the sword upon the hire of pain, 7394|I, who have fought with the great avengers, 7394|I, who have found a friend in every foe 7394|And, with a tear on my withered eye, 7394|Have walked within my brother's ways! 7394|And I stand upon the shore of the world and stare 7394|Into the dark of that sad world's heart. 7394|I who have breathed its sorrow in my soul 7394|And felt its sadness in my heart by day, 7394|I, who have known its splendor only sight, 7394|Love, and a million like me, live day by day. 7394|I, who have lived in the hour of power, 7394|What time the soul of man must stir, 7394|I, who have known the pain and rapture 7394|And painfulness of strife, and struggled and struggled 7394|Till a world of people shared my pain. 7394|Why were my limbs so strong! Why did I dare 7394|To face the storm I might not smite, 7394|To break the will of the avenging powers 7394|That, their own will, might not be told. 7394|Ah! not the proud will that makes our deeds 7394|So glorious or so pitiful, 7394|But the strange will that, like a child unaware, 7394|Lets the wild dreams of youth waken soon! 7394|The wild will that, in the dawning light, 7394|Looks on the youthful brow and smiles! 7394|The wild will that, to the tender wing, 7394| ======================================== SAMPLE 36460 ======================================== 29345|For the great trees and their branches had been burned and 29345|wept. 29345|They had eaten them, and they were dead. 29345|"There's something in this place." He pointed to the trees. 29345|"Something that makes you talk, but I don't know what." 29345|"I don't believe it." 29345|"Let's go," said the men. 29345|Down by the creek the old mill stood, its sodden tracks 29345|glowing with blood of the slaughtered deer that it had killed 29345|and eaten together. "I'm sure I'm dying," he said. 29345|"It's the big forest here there." 29345|"You don't mean it's a cabin?" he asked. 29345|A strange thought came into his head. There must be one place 29345|where a man could find a cabin, out of the danger of 29345|the brush, 29345|Where he didn't have to go to the dark woods any more 29345|Than he had to go to a doctor or a barber or to the 29345|housewife's shop--but he didn't know what he should do 29345|When his life seemed all gone and his heart was breaking? 29345|The mill drum beat and was beating. The wind was 29345|tossing the leaves and the trees, and it whistled and 29345|rattling up and down. 29345|He was standing by the bank and he saw the red leaf 29345|and red leaf again. 29345|The wind whistled and ruffled the hair of the old man's 29345|head. 29345|"It's going to rain," he thought. 29345|He stood up straighter. He put one hand on the bank 29345|as the other stood on the ground. 29345|"It's in the air," said he. 29345|"Look at it, old fellow," said the miller. 29345|"There's a chance," said the old miller, "if we can just manage 29345|the mill." 29345|"Who says?" said the miller. 29345|"Some one out here," said the old miller. "There's a 29345|foot-print coming." 29345|"You are going to put my shoes on?" "I'm going to 29345|cut the windlass out of the tree and drill a hole 29345|in the bottom of it and get some wood and 29345|sink it." 29345|"No, I can't go. There's too much toil and danger." 29345|"It's very bad enough," said the old miller. 29345|"Do you hear the rain rumbling above?" 29345|The old miller was silent. 29345|"It's a danger there," said the miller. 29345|"There's something shaking all around," the old miller 29345|said. 29345|"You must be the only man that's dangerous." 29345|"Don't speak so rough." 29345|"I told you there might be a man." 29345|"He didn't need no scoldin'." 29345|"It's a good long year up there. You'd better go 29345|away." 29345|"Why shouldn't we go away?" 29345|"I don't mind the rain." 29345|"You don't mind at all, do you? We are all toiling 29345|together in the good red river." 29345|"You know we can't get anywhere by roads, can't 29345|get anywhere by boat." 29345|"No, you can't. You haven't heard." 29345|"I haven't." 29345|"You are a stubborn old man." 29345|"But when I come back I will bring you back with 29345|me." At that, the old miller's head came up: "What's 29345|you talking about?" 29345|"You ain't a fool," said the old miller. 29345|"Not that trick, either. It's funny of you to make 29345|that a joke." 29345|"But you don't think it's funny." 29345|"I'll come over there myself to see it." 29345|"That's very good. I ======================================== SAMPLE 36470 ======================================== 28375|And all my life's end shall be, 'neath thy rule, 28375|An' thou shalt be my good old heart's sole care. 28375|Then to thy soul thou shalt take this change, 28375|And meekly be thy God-substituted self, 28375|And to thine own thy will by that thou see'st 28375|I shall live for thee; and not in vain; 28375|For all these things, I see, I have been told, 28375|And can do well, and yet it may be so.-- 28375|For though I see well what should be done, 28375|By thee my heart is still so misgiv'n; 28375|But still the same good cause that I live 28375|Is in my bosom yet so left to thee. 28375|And all that thy young genius should give 28375|Worthy of a god, thou shalt be its meed: 28375|It will not go to riches, fame, or sway, 28375|But that thy love shall be the sole end; 28375|And this my heart and life, what thou desirest, 28375|To thee I give; but thou thy heart mayst own. 28375|Thou'st all the world; what if an aimless song 28375|Like this, the last, best proof of man's devotion, 28375|Should to thy name be given? And if no praise 28375|Shall ever rise from such testament, 28375|But that which thee shall write on my fame, 28375|Is this, that thou hast made my name thine. 28375|When thou and other souls, and angels, sing 28375|Favour to me, I, without this care, 28375|Shall think my merits were so many times 28375|Created, that to _him_ who wrote, they must 28375|Have gone so far, and had them from me. 28375|But, by thy holy Spirit, say, why 28375|I do this; if this may be, do it; 28375|Or will that thou my love wouldst tell, 28375|And send me then to tell it to thee? 28375|Then I thy will, O God, shalt obey; 28375|Thy self shalt hear it, and my soul shall bless. 28375|Thou hast me, whom I had not, in my foe; 28375|When I in thee am nothing, I myself 28375|Have nothing; and therefore never shall 28375|I have another as I would have then; 28375|But if thou be all my life's deliv'rance, 28375|And dost my freedom give, I'll be thy slave, 28375|And never more will want an honest man. 28375|Thou know'st that love cannot be confest 28375|To such as feel not that their hearts are gold; 28375|But all that love to be amply clad, 28375|And in thy robe themselves do daily lie 28375|As rich as thou, have money at command. 28375|They may, and must in due time receive 28375|The same; and, if they could, with store have known 28375|That life which thou didst give them, for they live 28375|In thought, and that which thou dost in them live. 28375|So love, as thou hast shown, yet more 28375|Thy heart doth give, that all that love can give 28375|Are to our souls more than ours themselves. 28375|Yet, though thy heart is such, I do deny 28375|That thou thy gift and power should do the same, 28375|And do thyself thy part by thee to do; 28375|Yet, since thy gifts, thy power, and thyself 28375|To other souls are such, should that be wrong? 28375|Thou canst not; thou thy self, and thy self, 28375|Not others, make the only true self; 28375|That's thine, and ought to be, as sure as thou, 28375|And never from thyself be made to die. 28375|All that can make me live this day, 28375|A blessing and a blessing still: 28375|The best of life I can have: 28375|All my health I can have none; 28375|Nor the world, nor any man 28375|Can take my life away ======================================== SAMPLE 36480 ======================================== 1165|As a child's breath on the wind of a summer day. 1165|Then he leapt on a sudden as a ghost of a bird, 1165|Sparrows, in a forest long since laid a-dead, 1165|Shattered and scatter'd, by some sudden calamity, 1165|Seen no more, heard no more! 1165|Then I watched, through the great blue heavens athwart -- 1165|The sky in its vast and spacious splendor -- 1165|A light like the first flame of a living faith 1165|On the night of his anguish. 1165|For the day was not far from coming, 1165|When the whole world like a sudden flaring 1165|Should be shaken and overthrown 1165|By a thousand glad songs and a thousand glad eyes, 1165|And the light should flicker along the heavens 1165|Like a spark from a burning vessel 1165|Tow'rd th' end of a broken vessel, 1165|To the place where it began, 1165|And where all things have life and are lived, 1165|Yet a little while, on this side and that side 1165|Of the end of the world. 1165|And we sat together -- we, you and I, -- 1165|Watching the long grey space in the heaven, 1165|And the stars, above the vast gray void, 1165|Making strange music against eternity 1165|And into eternity. 1165|A moment, and the music ceased, 1165|A moment, and there was silence; 1165|But suddenly there came to us, 1165|With a sudden light and without a will, 1165|The coming of great starry armies 1165|Of everlasting angels. 1165|And we were filled with wonder, 1165|And we saw the armies by the light of the stars 1165|Flicker on and on, 1165|Until we heard soft music flowing 1165|Across the heavens overhead, 1165|And we said in the silence, "This is surely the day." 1165|And the angels went in, 1165|And sat down by the beds 1165|In the clouds above us, filling them 1165|With a starry glory, 1165|And the stars went back to the sky 1165|Over the face of the waters. 1165|And I stretched my hands and saw 1165|Into th' infinite 1165|The sky, the space, the stars, the glory, 1165|As I sat in the silence by the wall, 1165|With my looking-glass at the window, 1165|And thought of the strange summer had passed, 1165|And the old old old days, 1165|With each wind that blew them, -- 1165|With each flash of lightning, and each rain, 1165|And the wind with his thunder-sound, 1165|And the thunder that came 1165|Like a great clamour of ocean down 1165|On the lonely houses of the coast, 1165|And the sea-dew in the branches, 1165|And pale green fishes swimming by, 1165|And pale green sands and shining seas 1165|And mirage-ships sailing home 1165|In the harbor with towers and shops, 1165|And the grey sea-mills in the town, 1165|And the grey walls with their windows too 1165|Basking in the rays and haze, 1165|And the black sails of the ships, 1165|That came floating past me: and then 1165|The calmness and the silence followed: 1165|Then, as my eyes grew wet, 1165|There seemed to me a great wind-throb 1165|Coming from the distant hills, 1165|Swollen with the ocean-fog, -- 1165|And the strong, great clouds in the rain 1165|Flung up in purple spires: 1165|And from the clouds came drifting down, 1165|Dry and loud with the thunder, 1165|The cry of the great winds: 1165|And the great rain, in a great gush, 1165|Swollen with the turbid fog, -- 1165|And the great winds whirled and howled, 1165|Tearing the turbid fog, 1165|Under the sea and the cliffs; 1165|Hurling together their spray 1165|In ======================================== SAMPLE 36490 ======================================== 36287|Cried the people who are still a-dying: 36287|'If it can be, thou must make haste away, 36287|And seek thyself before the rest die.' 36287|He was mad, to think thus: no one knew it; 36287|But the word he spake made all the dead 36287|Turned from the door, and vanished on the ground; 36287|And all the old people went alone, 36287|And cried, 'Is he coming, that he comes?' 36287|And the aged women, when they saw him, 36287|Were trembling like the others for fear. 36287|So he passed into the village through the gate; 36287|And the people in the outer court, 36287|Who by the sound were aware of him, 36287|Ran towards him to give him welcome there, 36287|And drew him close, and told him freely 36287|How the news had come through the town, 36287|And asked him of his father and his mother, 36287|And of the maiden with the golden ring; 36287|Till at length with a little old man 36287|To make the crowd forget their pain, 36287|They gave the youth a word or two to tell them, 36287|And they led him up to the very door 36287|Where stood they all, in the great darkness: 36287|And without more word to break the silence 36287|He took his seat, and stood composed 36287|In the great darkness, while the news was told. 36287|He saw them at the door! and they came forth 36287|With all their faces towards him spread, 36287|With one accord, with one accord, 36287|And then with joyous shouting and applause-- 36287|'Yours was the miracle!' 36287|But a voice in his mind said, 36287|'That man is dead, in any case.' 36287|And to himself aloud he said, 36287|'It matters nothing! here is one 36287|For my own country, and in me-- 36287|Let it go then! what the devil! 36287|Yet I swear, I swear by all supreme 36287|Justice, truth, and fairness, 36287|And the laws of Heaven!' 36287|And the old men clapped hand in hand. 36287|'Let him pass,' they cried, 'his race, 36287|No judge of fact or appeal, 36287|Let him pass the gate, nor ask again.' 36287|And then the news came slowly, slowly. 36287|'The man is dead,' one answered there, 36287|To a boy with dim blue eyes, 36287|'The woman and child are returned,' 36287|Another cried, and shook his head. 36287|With that they rose and left him there,-- 36287|They knew him well enough to be 36287|Another dead old man, to his face 36287|There shining, like a martyr's cross. 36287|The last of the four kings. When the first 36287|Was a knight like the rest of his kind, 36287|Huge, tall, and white and unshod; 36287|He went out at the dawn to hunt for game. 36287|The king's son with a keen stick in his hand, 36287|He gathered wild fowl and she-towers together. 36287|The old men of the court watched and waited; 36287|He hunted like a king or a god. 36287|In his huntsman's cap he wore a wreath, 36287|And the old maids looked wonder on. 36287|He followed herdsmen's flocks with hooked toes 36287|To the hollows of mountain tops. 36287|On through wood and tangled glen, 36287|Hanging high on the pine tree's trunk, 36287|He went with the pheasant with his arrows-- 36287|Like the eagle's beak. 36287|But when in his fox-cage at its peak 36287|He saw the eagle's beak, he thought: 36287|'Now, now, what shall I do? 36287|How can I let him go? 36287|I can shoot and kill him fine, 36287|But I fear him far.' 36287|Then he took the eagle's beak 36287|And struck him in the neck; ======================================== SAMPLE 36500 ======================================== May we hope to see that day to-morrow." 25953|Then the old Väinämöinen, smith-like, 25953|He the great primeval minstrel, sang: 25953|"May we hope, O maidens, from each shore, 25953|To the May-sadd'n'd sun you may sing. 25953|Sing, O Väinämöinen, and praise, 25953|To the spring-cleaning North bestow 25953|Wreaths that this day my bosom burn, 25953|And that day the very springs enjoy, 25953|And the many-coloured air. 25953|"Now may every wave rejoice, 25953|And the waves their waters sing, 25953|And the great Gulls at our draughts be 25953|As our words of magic good! 25953|And the sea-maids in their bathers, 25953|And the whirlpool-born may revel. 25953|"This I tell you, Väinämöinen, 25953|And again I utter it to you: 25953|On the day called by your choice 25953|On this very day will your songs 25953|Be the very lights of heaven! 25953|"In the same-day might I tell you, 25953|If my words are ever yet 25953|With the day I spoke before." 25953|But the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Answered no longer here to tarry, 25953|And aloud he laughed and asked her, 25953|"O thou old and wanton, O ye, 25953|Dreary one, dreary woman! 25953|Let each one of you sing now 25953|On the day when all things are 25953|In their length of time. 25953|"To the stars now let the stars 25953|Let the great Bear chant shrillly; 25953|While she sits in her own home, 25953|'Neath the sky's high heaven, singing. 25953|When she goes to sit on other, 25953|To her neighbour she shall walk, 25953|And will say with her voice shrill: 25953|'He the mountain is dancing, 25953|And the Bear beside him stands.'" 25953|But the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Answered not to such words of laughter, 25953|In the ancient Wainola, 25953|And the hamlets of Kalevala; 25953|Handsome was he and mighty, 25953|Fretted his hair with ribbons, 25953|Shook the heavens with his hands. 25953|Then he sang a tender measure, 25953|Sang the maiden by the sea-shore, 25953|Who was sitting by the sea-shore, 25953|He was singing as he sat there, 25953|"I myself have no desire 25953|On this day to wander there, 25953|Nor to go to sea, O thou 25953|Dreary maiden! to the water 25953|In this evening-tide." 25953|Then the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Spoke in words of magic import, 25953|And he asked his faithful servant, 25953|Who he knew within the mansion, 25953|Which of all the land-properties, 25953|Which of all the lakes-bounds? 25953|And he answered, with his tongue 25953|Calling the clouds in clouds with, 25953|And he spoke the very words: 25953|"O thou aged Väinämöinen, 25953|I have heard a maiden's singing, 25953|And have known the maiden's feet." 25953|And it was the minstrel, Väinämöinen, 25953|Walked around the lakes in joyance, 25953|Where a month's space was passing, 25953|And among the Tamatellas, 25953|There among the Kalevala. 25953|Loud sang the aged Väinämöinen 25953|Loud sang by day amongst them, 25953|O'er the Tamale-lake and lakelets, 25953|Over all the Bosentoewinds, 25953|And the whirlpools heaving to the river, ======================================== SAMPLE 36510 ======================================== 4332|Went out and came again: 4332|Then all the things you took and left 4332|Seemed lost in some endurable mist 4332|Because the end was there. 4332|I have not passed the gate, the door 4332|And only an old hearth left in the house - 4332|What would you tell me of the wind and rain? 4332|What would you have me do with all these days 4332|Of bitter longing? 4332|The winds are over 4332|And the rains are over 4332|Why should you trouble 4332|My shelter to make a noise at my door? 4332|In the end what would you have me say? 4332|What would you find for your treasure in this night 4332|That you have cast aside? 4332|I should like to know 4332|What day came last. 4332|It may have been a day and it may have been dawn. 4332|I should like to know. 4332|What would you find for your treasure left of this? 4332|What would you find for a way to travel home 4332|If you should find? 4332|O would that I might? 4332|Would that I knew that I might know. 4332|You would not: but I would. 4332|Let me go from this house to see a star 4332|And let me tell you. 4332|All the stars are there 4332|And the stars are fair. 4332|When you have seen a star, 4332|You must know all. 4332|And you must walk all alone 4332|To the world below. 4332|How should I know 4332|Except from so far away 4332|How many stars are there 4332|In a garden far away 4332|Where the birds sit together 4332|In green grass together 4332|That the grass grows green 4332|Underfoot 4332|Underfoot 4332|I would play my song 4332|Till the world went out of sight 4332|Like a long forgotten friend 4332|Who passed before me 4332|And forgot his name. 4332|But a long while ago 4332|I walked out on the wind 4332|And thought I could not live 4332|If I did not know all by heart 4332|The great stars' faces 4332|And the great houses 4332|And the great hours of the world's 4332|And what time the world was born. 4332|It would be all I had, 4332|All I had left; 4332|But now I know a little more 4332|I would have known were all 4332|The stars in heaven true. 4332|I have gone far away in the dark, 4332|And I have come back 4332|To where the stars are all white 4332|And all the stars are glad. 4332|I have gone down in the dark 4332|Before I come here to-night 4332|I think I should be here 4332|If I remembered my walk 4332|With the stars at my heels. 4332|In the old hall stands the statue of Artemis, 4332|The goddess of love and music and wine, 4332|Her arms are rolled in the curves of her thighs, 4332|And a golden ring upon her finger-tips. 4332|And she walks across the hall to the dance 4332|With the wind-flower in her hair, 4332|And then she turns away to go to the door 4332|And talk to her maidens there, 4332|And there are hearts in the white of her eyes, 4332|And their songs are like rain 4332|On the marble floor 4332|In the dark of the hall, 4332|And the walls are all dark, 4332|And I cannot see my own heart beating, 4332|But all the world is dreaming of me. 4332|A dream in the mist of dusk 4332|Of her hair is floating 4332|As her hands glide over the dance floor 4332|Where her footsteps stray... 4332|Her eyes are dark with shame and fear, 4332|Her feet are on the silence 4332|And the wind in her hair... 4332|A girl walks down the terrace, 4332|A girl walks down the terrace 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 36520 ======================================== 5184|For our life to our death is no mean one. 5184|"O thou fair maid of Palwoinen, 5184|Wise as a serpent in the forest, 5184|Thou art worthy of the match-fix, 5184|For thy beauty and thy virtue. 5184|Thou wilt go with me to Mana, 5184|There to serve our father, Frost-fiend." 5184|Now the maiden starts for Palwoinen, 5184|Passes his gate and enters fern-fields, 5184|Where the fields were clogged with reeds and reedskins. 5184|There she finds old Nokomis impatient, 5184|Gifts for Finland's she-fiend enow, 5184|Waiting impatient in the fields, 5184|Heeding not her words of warning. 5184|Quick the maiden speaks as follows, 5184|"Rise, O Night! from thy silver mountain, 5184|Let us go with thine aged arms 5184|To the land of woful sorrow!" 5184|"Mistress, why ask of me for succor, 5184|Why complain thou thus of thy father? 5184|Why this trouble in thy young body? 5184|Wherefore complain I of my husband?" 5184|"Old Nokomis, former wife of Tuori, 5184|Thou that knowest the magic arts, 5184|That can set the elves a sleeping, 5184|That can cause their sleep to vanish 5184|Thou, the daughter of the Echo, 5184|That can tell the secret thoughts of those 5184|That love the golden moon at evening, 5184|That can visit Lempo's forests, 5184|Speak thou to the wife of Lempo's 5184|She that loves the golden moon at evening, 5184|That can tell to her of Tuor's sorrow, 5184|When from afar she heareth stars 5184|Calling her name in the heavens." 5184|Lemminkainen, little heeding, 5184|Weeping thus made answer: 5184|"Woe is me, my life hard-fated, 5184|Woe is me, my life hard-fated! 5184|Uguala has she wed for praise 5184|To the dark hero, Lemminkainen, 5184|Uguala, hero, wild and rash! 5184|Woe is me, my life, unguarded, 5184|Woe is me, but most of all Lylikki! 5184|In the house of Ukko, guarded, 5184|Is my devoted husband; 5184|He will never leave me unguarded, 5184|He will guard me well when going 5184|To the slaughter-fields of Suomi, 5184|To distant Ohsha-hockey, 5184|To the great war with Great Britain, 5184|I have watched and guarded long; 5184|Hoping thus with mighty power 5184|To fight the cruel master, 5184|To destroy the enchanter. 5184|But I have been too anxious, 5184|Had but one presage horrible, 5184|That I was destined, too, to perish 5184|For a suitor just-one-tail, 5184|Was destined to perish for it!" 5184|Then Lylikki, kindly shaman, 5184|Spake these words, intent her answer: 5184|"Lively, too, possesses the hero, 5184|And the virgin guide honors, 5184|Through the villages of Northland; 5184|And the virgin guide favors 5184|Wives in Suomi-waters, 5184|With her gifts and magic sayings. 5184|Lively is he, with the magic 5184|Song-magic of the waters, 5184|All their tongues in song reviving, 5184|Every creature's kind regard for him. 5184|These the praises of the hero, 5184|All his wisdom-sayings:- 5184|That his locks are bright and silver, 5184|All his beard is golden-colored; 5184|That his locks are like the buffalo, 5184|Golden is his beard and black; 5184|That his teeth are like the ivory, 5184|And his nails are like the sea-shells. 5184|Each one ======================================== SAMPLE 36530 ======================================== 5185|"Now my father, bring me here my spear!" 5185|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen: 5185|"Not for thee the spear is bring- 5185|Nor thy mighty spear for me. 5185|Come with me, thou foolish girl, 5185|I am not here to play the beggar, 5185|Bring not thyself to me by tricks; 5185|I am not the kind who dwells 5185|In the forests, in the meadows, 5185|Nor the swimmer of the deep-sea, 5185|Not to thee is my body given." 5185|Spake the hostess of Pohyola: 5185|"Lemminkainen, foolish wizard, 5185|Thou hast little learning, little sense, 5185|Thou canst say and buy my weapons, 5185|Wandere thou wert wise thou shouldst not 5185|Lose thy young life thus to service; 5185|Rites forbode by me and by-lines. 5185|Never have I forbidden 5185|Rites that thou canst accept for payment; 5185|Never have I commanded 5185|By-lines not authorized by me." 5185|This the answer of the daring 5185|When addressed by Lemminkainen: 5185|"I, the island-swimmer, hear thee, 5185|Judge from thy lips the by-lines, 5185|Judge if thou wishest Niphae, 5185|If thou wishest evil omens." 5185|This the answer of the daring: 5185|"I, the Island-Ruler, judgment, 5185|Have a by-line, a home-line, 5185|Judge the by-lines that flow from me; 5185|I have many entrances and exits, 5185|Many perforations and exits; 5185|With the fire I cook thee dinner, 5185|Give thy pockets the best provisions, 5185|Give the best of food to Lemminkainen." 5185|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen: 5185|"Landlord, landlord of these halls, 5185|Have no doubts nor fears concerning 5185|Thy judgment will not waver, 5185|And thy judgment is sound in justice; 5185|If thou wishest to take me, 5185|To thy halls thou canst not only leave me, 5185|I will follow thee to Mana, 5185|Follow thee e'en to Sariola; 5185|There thou'lt find a pleasant country, 5185|Not the best, not the worst of countries; 5185|There with many instruments 5185|Thou canst play the harp of good-luck." 5185|Lemminkainen answered him: 5185|"Noble hostess of Pohyola, 5185|If thou wilt permit me asking 5185|This my question, gladly give me 5185|This to ask thee, but accept not!" 5185|Then replied the minstrel, Lemminkainen: 5185|"I will not give thee satisfaction, 5185|To my asking I will not give thee 5185|Questions in this wise overmuch; 5185|I will leave thee then, the room-door 5185|Reached by which thou standest here, 5185|Into Tuonela's wide valley, 5185|To the falls of Manala, 5185|In the mouth of blind Tomor will I drown thee, 5185|Swim in cold Mahmeet's stream, phantom-hero, 5185|Swim in that stream for six thousand 5185|Laps of years to thou must swim for ever; 5185|Six times in the summer-time 5185|Do the waters rise and swell thee, 5185|Six times in the autumn-time 5185|Do the waters fall and stagnate thee. 5185|Thou canst swim but wheels of water 5185|On the narrow bed of Rymurta, 5185|On the ice-mount Dima running; 5185|Swim but wheel no more, Tuoni, 5185|Nevermore thy floods shall overflow thee!" 5185|Lemminkainen, full of joyance, 5185|Thought not of the evil portent 5185|That befell him on his journey ======================================== SAMPLE 36540 ======================================== 1322|I'm not so very good nor very bad, 1322|Yet even I am the least of you, 1322|Nor am I wholly free from fault and crime 1322|Than you to me am free, 1322|For I am all that I am. 1322|A tree in which you may not tread and strike for the sake of it; 1322|A tree that has no leaves all round it and with them you may not 1322|pick them, 1322|An apple with blossom and fruit as ripe as you please. 1322|I was born and bred in the woods, so no doubt you will say but 1322|you will find me in them, 1322|I can be still as child. 1322|In what land of the universe there is man, 1322|The soil has no secret, the forest has no meaning there, 1322|The tree is not dead, 1322|The tree is living and growing in a green mist, 1322|No matter what you may say, 1322|The tree is not dead, 1322|The tree is not dead. 1322|So what is the good of digging, 1322|You ask? Well, the soil is not all black, 1322|The soil will have that, 1322|So what is the good of digging, 1322|You ask? Well, the soil does not always show the color of the 1322|What is the good of digging, 1322|You will say? 1322|Well, first of all, if all the soil was gold, 1322|There couldn't be anything so charming as earth, 1322|For gold you will find, 1322|So what is the good of digging, 1322|You ask? 1322|Well, first of all, if all the earth were iron 1322|There couldn't be anything so compact and quiet as iron, 1322|For iron is so smooth, 1322|So what is the good of digging, 1322|You will say? 1322|Well, first of all, if all the iron were steel, 1322|There wouldn't be any steel nor steel could resist us, 1322|For steel is so strong, 1322|So what is the good of digging, 1322|You will ask? 1322|Well, first of all, if all the steel were gold, 1322|There couldn't be any gold at all without gold, 1322|For gold is so dear, 1322|So what is the good of digging, 1322|You will ask? 1322|No; if you dig, all the stones are for 1322|The gold. 1322|I have always hated all things dull and formal, 1322|My whole fancy is wholly imbued with wildness. 1322|I do not call such digging a foolish or foolish thing; 1322|But if you dig and hide it must be a foolish thing. 1322|There's nothing that I love in aught but God and Nature, 1322|Let me tell you, as I said last night to a friend, 1322|That this wandering is the only one for me. 1322|O the land of the woods! O the land of the trees! 1322|(You have heard of them? Ah yes, of them you will know.) 1322|To-day I have no work to do, there is not even a tree to climb, 1322|And yet at the place where they stand I can stand and look upon. 1322|I have longed to go there often, the summer evening sun is shining, 1322|And the trees that grow there a place for a place for my clothes. 1322|They are there I love and they are there alone with you to be. 1322|The air is sweet, and we know no other spot, 1322|Our eyes are clear and our throats are wide, 1322|We are out on the earth, we are out as outcasts, 1322|O the lands of the woods! O the lands of the trees! 1322|It is pleasant in the woods to wander, 1322|It is pleasant to lie down in the wood, 1322|For in them no care, no sorrow, no care, no sorrow, 1322|No care of time, no labour done, no trouble, no trouble! 1322|It is lovely to lie down at ease, 1322|To rest, when the busy hum of the world is done, ======================================== SAMPLE 36550 ======================================== 42034|The sea, the sky, the earth, the air, the ocean, 42034|And all the beauty of creation. 42034|The heavens were full of sunshine, 42034|No cloud appeared in the heavens, 42034|No dappled star did appear, 42034|When the morning-glory kissed the breeze. 42034|The birds on every branch and spray, 42034|All smiled with joy of the sunshine; 42034|The squirrel came to his wood, 42034|As bright as he had ever seen. 42034|And the pheasant fluttered like a bird; 42034|The crows flew to their nests of the tree, 42034|At morning in the frosty weather. 42034|And the fish of the river flew, 42034|The trout and whirling ice to freeze; 42034|The walrus's pearly shell 42034|Was as warm as the sun's warm smile. 42034|All day long the sun did shine, 42034|All day long the sky did shine; 42034|But the birds at sundown came to rest, 42034|In the cave of the ice-mountaineer. 42034|And at morn the ducks were on the wing, 42034|And the pheasants peered from the water; 42034|But the sun fell not a whit from the sky, 42034|Till the ice-mountaineer was safe and sound. 42034|In the cave of the ice-mountaineer 42034|The fish were asleep as the sea-cliffs be; 42034|And the birds round sundown flew quiet 42034|To their nests on the mountain breast. 42034|And the ducks and the whirling ice 42034|In their caved hearts woke in the morning; 42034|The fish of the river woke at noon. 42034|At eve they came from their nooks in the hill, 42034|And the pheasants, from the ocean-strand, 42034|And from the sun on the mountain breast, 42034|As the sun upon a mountain brow, 42034|On the mountaineers in the sun; 42034|And they gathered in groups around 42034|The sunlit cave of the ice-mountaineer, 42034|And the sea they waved their nets toward 42034|On the mountain breast of mountain-earth. 42034|By their silent talk the men 42034|Learned of all things to come, 42034|And they knew with whom the great war would be! 42034|For they knew that to-morrow's strife 42034|Would be their last of life, 42034|And that each day's would be another's. 42034|And they knew that God would see 42034|The cause of the strife to come, 42034|And the day of coming morning star. 42034|From a cave at a mountain's side the white people drew, 42034|The red men drew from the south, from the southland, as it flowed; 42034|It was a mighty circle of red, with a stone-circle of blue. 42034|The great stone is the central tower, the great red stones 42034|are the corners. There is the circle on the mountain-side; 42034|The circles of the people, with the circle at its centre; 42034|Now when the night came, the people in a circle drew near, 42034|And the great black stone was round them in a circle of fire, 42034|And the great red stones of the circling black and white people 42034|In the fire were the great stones, the iron stone was shaped 42034|In the circle of black for a sign; and when the white people 42034|Heard it and saw it, they knew as the fire they knew their 42034|A great fire burnt the circle and lit the stones, but a sign 42034|Of what in the fire-circle burned they knew not, but the light 42034|Grew dim beneath the smoke, and the iron stone itself was burned. 42034|Then all at once, a cry: 42034|The iron stone is burned and fallen to the ground, 42034|By a mighty hand, on the stone-circle of a grave! 42034|The red men took up the word 42034|And shouted around the fire: 42034|The iron stone is burned and fallen to the ground! 42034|They burned it quickly in their fires of red; ======================================== SAMPLE 36560 ======================================== 13649|In the dim green meadows of the forest 13649|To give him my love and go to his grave: 13649|I have but a hand to throw! 13649|I am old and lean; 13649|I do not move a muscle; 13649|No, not even to pray. 13649|The air is full of bees; 13649|They murmur and sing, 13649|Pipe into their throats 13649|Poised like little school-boys 13649|Round about my doll, 13649|Leaving with a single kiss 13649|The long red lips of Death, 13649|That slowly creep towards 13649|The tomb at my back. 13649|I am in a cold alley: 13649|A door is at my head. 13649|I pray that I may go home; 13649|I pray that I may go home. 13649|But the door is hard and cold. 13649|When will it open? 13649|There is an end of my prayer! 13649|The moon looks at us: 13649|"The end of all," said she. 13649|Was she dreaming? 13649|Ah me, what a terrible dream! 13649|The moon looks at us: 13649|"It is a time for 13649|Tears and kisses and sad tears, 13649|And nothing else but sobs." 13649|Oh dear! what will they say? 13649|"Oh, it is but a simple old clock, 13649|But this, oh the sweet thing! 13649|But this--the thing--it stopped too soon, 13649|And now it runs in vain." 13649|Oh dear! what will they say? 13649|"I know not," she said; "but 'twas made of tin, 13649|And once it struck the King's Jubilee, 13649|And this--the thing--it gave the people pain, 13649|And they retired to bed." 13649|Oh dear! what will they say? 13649|"I know not," said she: "but I believe you, friend; 13649|You know that you and I were both made of tin, 13649|And--you know--I knew that we could not stand, 13649|So I put it out of our head." 13649|Oh dear! what will they say? 13649|"They said, 'Here is another toy like yours, 13649|And, if you don't tell them, they will break your rest, 13649|And they will break the toy of your head!'" 13649|Oh dear! what will they say? 13649|"I know not," said she, "but they will say a word to that, 13649|And they will say a word that would crush your crown." 13649|And so she took the thing, you see, 13649|And made it in a little house on the Hebride; 13649|And when she threw it from the roof out of the window, 13649|She fell into the river, and was drowned. 13649|There was a ghost of a girl called Mary Ann, 13649|Who lived by the sea 13649|And lived off of peas and her peas'nant 13649|And potatoes and so forth; 13649|But her daddy he was old and gone a-fishing, 13649|And so did her papa, 13649|And so did her mammy, the fiddler's brother; 13649|So they played the fool and she was left alone. 13649|And she always was a-walking barefoot, 13649|And always were a-wearing thin cotton shoes; 13649|She never could find her proper penny 13649|And her mammy said, "Oh, you're a-thirstin' for Mary. 13649|You're going into the woods to-day 13649|And raisin' peas in the juniper tree." 13649|"Yes, mammy," said Mary, "and so am I; 13649|It's the juniper tree that's the problem for me 13649|To get my daddy to take me out and kill it all, 13649|And mammy have no house and no peas to eat," 13649|And so she ate the junippers all up, 13649|And water'd them down with a little tear-y tear 13649|Which she wore on her little, ======================================== SAMPLE 36570 ======================================== 19385|Afar on the coast, 19385|O'er the bonnie hills o' Tartary, 19385|There's a garden of roses, 19385|And a vale o' violets, 19385|And a glen o' valdoos. 19385|In the glen o' the violets 19385|There blooms a rose there, 19385|And an asphodel there, 19385|Like the rose on the heath. 19385|The bonnie blossom of the violets, 19385|Is the rose of the heart, 19385|The asphodel's the blossom, 19385|An hazel twig to bind 19385|Owre the bonnie flowers o' the violets, 19385|Wha 'll come and live in this gipsy land? 19385|Wha can tak the gipsy life, 19385|And a' to the moon, 19385|And sow their young frae their mother's bairnies, 19385|And make them venery, 19385|And rear them like a frigate birk? 19385|Away! no children here! 19385|The bonnie blossom of the violets 19385|Is the rose of the heart, 19385|The hazel twig is the mother, 19385|All tae the bonnie birk, 19385|Then back, then forward through the dewy glen, 19385|Like a flight o' doves, 19385|And a' to the moon. 19385|O'er the bonnie Glenin' 19385|O' Violets sing! 19385|The blaws o' the morning 19385|As blaws can be heard 19385|In venery o' the bonnie Glenin' 19385|The bonnie Glenin' o' Violets, 19385|The bonnie Glenin' o' Violets 19385|Saft as heard frae the hazel birk, 19385|It couldna been hear'd o' thee. 19385|There 's waesome watter and waek, 19385|There sich a waesome sound 19385|As sich as the bonnie Glenin' 19385|O'er the bonnie Glenin' o' Violets. 19385|O! saft baith their doggie-saws 19385|And doggies there were there, 19385|And owre the hazel bud 19385|There spread their fur mists to the sky, 19385|Like the mist o' sleep. 19385|And a' the while, the bonnie Glenin' 19385|O' Violets, daff'd wi' the dew 19385|Frae the dew-spring o' t'heart o' the day, 19385|The daffin' came soughin' owre thy heid. 19385|When thy feal soun' sike a hunder, 19385|When thy faes thoug a hanger, 19385|Thy hanger's a dunt sae flang, 19385|And ilk' ane may be bauld; 19385|For thy auld heid 's makshefu' for thy funder, 19385|It 's never a' braw nor new. 19385|The bonnie Glenin' o' Violets, 19385|The bonnie Glenin' o' Violets 19385|Sae blythe canna be wamed ane, 19385|And still may be, 19385|Whang lang, and loup and waukrife, 19385|And sing in goud o' sang, 19385|And mak' a gude hinter-dinner, 19385|And mak' a braw berd 19385|And mak' a braw berd, bonnie Violets, 19385|For thy braw bretan' bairns; 19385|Or the beles and the mavis, 19385|Or the vyper and the bud, 19385|Or the bonnie, bonnie Violets 19385|May gang their merry way 19385|In their braw brownitie, bonnie Violets, 19385|For thy braw bretan' bairns. ======================================== SAMPLE 36580 ======================================== 1855|I have heard, and loved, in that far land, 1855|And that far time ere the first dove flew, 1855|A wailing sound, so steep and sad, 1855|I fain had in my bosom grown 1855|As numb and dead 1855|As if my heart had never been fed 1855|But by the love of the man that sang. 1855|They had sung as the wild wind sings, 1855|As the wind blows from the wild sea, 1855|And the song was of the soul 1855|That sings on the shoreless sea, 1855|And the storm-cloud the stars hold up, 1855|And the soul that is the wind to it. 1855|The wind that is all life to me, 1855|The wind that is the voice of my spirit's spirit, 1855|And the soul that is the voice and the spirit to me 1855|Must sweep along 1855|Like a white sail 1855|To a sea of bright black sails, 1855|Where the souls of the souls of us that are sailing 1855|Are bound down to the last of the days 1855|To the end of the realms of the world's long morn. 1855|To the end of the world of things, 1855|Where Time is bound by Eternity 1855|To the hour's most distant touch of the hand 1855|Of Him who has forevermore His breath. 1855|My spirit heard the wind o'er me blow, 1855|And a great light was in my eyes, 1855|Which seemed the glory of all-seeing Sire, 1855|Which seemed the joy of all the gods of heaven, 1855|To witness and say, 1855|'Thou hast got my child.' 1855|But I had no voice to utter then, 1855|No voice to utter, who was blind, 1855|But the sight of the love-lights of heaven, 1855|The light of the glory of God, 1855|To witness, and to say, 1855|'Thou hast got my child.' 1855|But I saw as I looked on her face 1855|The glory of all-seeing Jove, 1855|The glory of all the gods of gods, 1855|But she had the strength of a woman born 1855|To stand with the gods and cry, 1855|And the strength of a woman born of woman 1855|In birth, and strength and woe, 1855|And the wisdom of woman, who is wise, 1855|And the strength of a woman, who is strong; 1855|And she had great eyes, I could show, 1855|Like the eyes of gods on the gods' side of things, 1855|And the power of all 1855|But I sat and saw as she stood there, 1855|The beauty of earth and heaven and hell. 1855|Her beauty was as pure as a child's face 1855|And fair as a star; 1855|And in her mouth I heard sweet songs, 1855|Songs of love and of beauty. 1855|And from her feet the strength of life 1855|Stood trembling in its perfectness, 1855|And her soft mouth, whose love could beguile 1855|The heart of God, 1855|Was in her hands as God's hand is in heaven. 1855|I may not know, I may not tell, 1855|Where my own soul would be, 1855|And what home each child would have, 1855|And what rest and what bliss 1855|Of rest, and blissful ease each mother 1855|Of me, and of love for one of mine. 1855|But I know each of the other children, 1855|And how white dawns will dawn on the other children 1855|As blue dawns to the sun, 1855|And how soon the dark will bring them home, 1855|And how they will laugh and sing 1855|Though their eyes grow dim, 1855|And how the world will turn to tears 1855|For my soul's joy of it - 1855|And I shall live to lift them like me, 1855|For all their joys, from perdition and pain. 1855|O, then must my poor sweet soul have room 1855|For the mane and the flight of the wind, ======================================== SAMPLE 36590 ======================================== 37648|I have but a little more in me 37648|Than the waves that make the water roar. 37648|In my heart I must have the world, 37648|As the world contains me and moves me; 37648|On my head the dust that has been, 37648|And my feet the earth that used to be. 37648|But I am but a part of this, 37648|Pour down with a blessing upon me. 37648|Oh, the world I never shall know, 37648|Though I live till I die an old man; 37648|And I wish the world were over there, 37648|Where the young men dance and sing. 37648|But I have but a little more in me 37648|Than the waves that make the water roar. 37648|The old man of a hundred years 37648|May be as young as any one. 37648|There was a young man, who was sorry for his misery, 37648|Who would cry for a thousand years, 37648|Without the least reason whatever to justify it. 37648|And so he was delighted 37648|To make the most of his existence, 37648|As he left it for a thousand years. 37648|There was a young man, whose life hung so low about it, 37648|That he would go mad without it; 37648|When the wind took and leaped out of the pond behind him; 37648|As he was a little too proud; 37648|And thought he had killed an animal in it. 37648|Who was pleased with his life, as it were, but the beauty, 37648|Which she was pleased with; 37648|And with his eyes so sadly full, 37648|Beneath which he sat and thought; 37648|And said he would leave it when all was said, as he had done-- 37648|But he only took the beauty away, and made it say, _Give me 37648|For a moment. What is the point of such a long attempt, 37648|A half-dead passion, that even he might have perceived it, 37648|When his eyes have the sunshine of the skies; 37648|And his body looks a-glad at being made to live again, 37648|Because they have been made to live once for eternity? 37648|The next moment he was happy to die, 37648|And lived on a rock for an eternity. 37648|To live a hundred years on a rock. 37648|A thousand years?--But not that long, 37648|Nor one minute more. 37648|Ah, you were as young as me 37648|Your first eyes opened with delight. 37648|You were not so young but I feared 37648|You would be old ere you could think. 37648|But you laughed, and I felt glad, 37648|And you said the things I did; 37648|And I will say those to the next man. 37648|And the next, and the next, and the next. 37648|There's nothing left, O man, but the sum 37648|Of what you are, and I'd like, 37648|To say--_I wish you good luck_. 37648|The first night I was on board the ship 37648|My mates were so tired they could only lie and curl up 37648|And feel very flat; 37648|But the next night they only lay and played again 37648|And slept all the way to dark. 37648|A woman was taking a piece of toast to eat, 37648|A soldier was kissing a baby, 37648|And the two that were nearest were four and two. 37648|So she said, "Can you read from the story, or just guess?" 37648|But the soldier just shook his head. 37648|"Don't you read from the story; you never can guess!" 37648|She said, in a vexing undertone. 37648|"All that I was before I was married, I am now, 37648|From my wedding day, till this midnight, I've been quite one." 37648|"Well, so be it; how I shall do for the rest of my life, 37648|You shall give, if you please, half, or four per cent., to this orphan." 37648|And then the old mother-baby began to cry, 37648|And the young soldier just blubbered and shook his ======================================== SAMPLE 36600 ======================================== 24869|A dreadful vengeance on a foe; 24869|But, ere he felt each painful blow, 24869|He cursed his lord, and uttered these 24869|Vicious words in scornful strain: 24869|“If thou canst let me see thee soon, 24869|Thine arms once more my head shall wear.” 24869|The captive’s voice was softer, and 24869|His heart more low and hard than these. 24869|Then, not to do the foe the hurt, 24869|He sought, in fury, in his breast 24869|Fierce words of wrath, unsated woe. 24869|The mighty king, whose words were still 24869|As drumshots whirled in wild uproar, 24869|To slay his captive made reply: 24869|“A captive should I be whom these 24869|Would ask? Thee not so much couldst thou. 24869|But this would give me strength to do 24869|The task, O son of Raghu, doom’d, 24869|Who on thy blood have shed a dearth 24869|Of cows, and slaughtered every bird.” 24869|Thus did he in his rage relate 24869|His deeds in wrath, his crimes and pain, 24869|And all his woe-laden breast 24869|With anger roused the giant’s rage. 24869|With furious words the giant lord 24869|Thus wroth: “By one I hold, to thee, 24869|Whose arm the world with might defied, 24869|That all the lordship I have won 24869|My body shall in ashes lie, 24869|To the sweet bowers of Paradise. 24869|If thou, O Raghu’s son, refuse 24869|To quit thee, this is all thy due; 24869|What remains for thee to say? 24869|I kill thee, for I know not how 24869|My conquest of the world o’erthrown: 24869|For all a fiend’s soul and sense 24869|To joy must thus be prepared.” 24869|Then Ráma in his wrath replied: 24869|“The fiend, dear Lord, my life should claim. 24869|Harm will I of his body do 24869|For this the sin of one like thee.” 24869|He to his brother Ráma hied, 24869|His mind with fierce desire to slay 24869|The wild giant; through the gloom 24869|His awful glance the chief beheld, 24869|As in the hour of dawn he heard. 24869|Canto LIX. Rávan’s Lament. 24869|The sight of his dreadful wrath released 24869|The captive’s spirit at the sound. 24869|He, with his trembling limbs entranced, 24869|From the wild rage of that pride had swerved. 24869|Then Ráma with his hand released 24869|The mighty hero from his fear, 24869|While Lakshmaṇ from his hand withdrew 24869|The war-weapon that he bare. 24869|Then by the son of Raghu’s line, 24869|His brother Lakshmaṇ, he to ground 24869|His feet, and like a lion’s pride 24869|He sprang upon his giant foe. 24869|When Śiva’s self in presence stood 24869|He cried with face uplifted high: 24869|“Who first this furious war shall wage, 24869|As lord of Raghu’s sons?” To this 24869|His brother Lakshmaṇ answer made: 24869|“Thou, King, shalt bear thy brother’s fate. 24869|For Ráma’s death thy words have meant. 24869|This fight shall be Ayodhyá’s gain, 24869|Thy sister’s grief the people’s mirth. 24869|Go, and her son shall meet again 24869|A warrior like his brother bold, 24869|When Ráma’s wrath thy soul assuages, 24869|I’ll slay the giant warrior too. 24869|Go, go, save her from her woe.” 24869|He ceased: the brother led the ======================================== SAMPLE 36610 ======================================== 16059|¡Huyénde que vos lo puede en mi mano! 16059|De luto el mar que en tierra tu sangre; 16059|Poblara con cuento tu saña le falta. 16059|No de los hombres ha sólo acompañando: 16059|Mas ¡oh puedo viene! que la viene 16059|Estaba libertado, ya el campo. 16059|Si en mi mano es el cielo tanto bien 16059|Y con su casa está del cielo, 16059|¡Qué más han de los arcos son niño! 16059|¡Quién hoy, que así las armas de oro! 16059|Y á los hombres de esos perdomo 16059|La su base de su luz en su aliento! 16059|Mas ¡oh puedo viene! que la viene 16059|Estaba libertada, ya el campo! 16059|La luna estrella con sol se acerca, 16059|Que aunque es piedra del más grato, 16059|Tan ley de los arcos debían: 16059|Por los márgenes se acercan al alo; 16059|Sin verdure y sin gritura y grana, 16059|Y ya su frente parescer tan ajena; 16059|Mas ¡oh puedo viene! que la viene 16059|Estaba libertada, ya el campo! 16059|Por los pocos cubres que perderan 16059|A las noches, que se acercan al cobre 16059|No las algunos más enamorada 16059|Se el sol temblar por los pocos cubres, 16059|La tierra se le falta el inmenso: 16059|«Señor, que ya la cabeza y mi rumpo 16059|Mi ablandarme a mi cazadero, 16059|Hoy, mi graciosa de tiempo hoy, 16059|Cuando mi graciosa tu sangre al aire; 16059|Aquí ya la alevagla, ¡oh! ¡troom pedía, 16059|Cuando dije ya la alevagla mía.» 16059|«No fizo el mío, ya lo manda! 16059|¿Qué no hay quieren tan acaso, 16059|Para que la noche brama y mi barba-- 16059|Ya lo aligundo con grand mesura, 16059|Me de la noche, mi barba, mi frente? 16059|Ya lo aliquidarme barba y mi frente.» 16059|Y las leves que mueve la verde 16059|La verde que le ven estremeciendo, 16059|Y los leves que poco la risa 16059|Nunca dulce, cuando tus verdes oídos, 16059|Y las leves que mueve la verde 16059|Nunca dulce y no tú, me enamoradosa, 16059|Los dulces vuelves te escucha mi día: 16059|Dilatecensemos te dicen mi sangre la reina. 16059|Y al par en mi memoria, mi memoria 16059|Mi memoria te cierta, que te amor... ¡vale 16059|de muerte, me encanto el campo. 16059|No lo que ese tiempo el amor que junto, 16059|Para más no se hallaba; tú, tú, aun hay quien... 16059|Y aun hay más de tus amores amarrosa; 16059|Ni lo parecen en mi memoria y tú, tú, aun hay la darrosa 16059|¿No veis que dar, que me habla y de su furor mi memoria? 16059|Y si no hay ese tiem ======================================== SAMPLE 36620 ======================================== 19385|And 'tis now the hour, 19385|Which to the bonnie lassie of my loves, 19385|The fair Jeanie M'Burns, 19385|Will bide to see, 19385|While I sit by the fireside, my lassie. 19385|And whiles I wad think o' my Jeanie m'Burns, 19385|Tho' luve be denied; 19385|For I'm so fain for to see that lovely lassie, 19385|Whiles I sit by the fireside, my lassie. 19385|The bonnie lassie of my loves, dear Jeanie M'Burns, 19385|Tho' love be denied, a' ye hae a bonnie lassie, 19385|Whiles ye sit by the fireside, my lassie. 19385|Tune--"_Caledonian Highlands._" 19385|The dewy grass is waving o'er my head, 19385|The dewy grass is waving o'er my head; 19385|The dewy grass is waving o'er my head 19385|And withers frae the heather sae green, 19385|And withers frae the heather sae green, 19385|An' withers frae the heather sae green; 19385|Whare wilt thou wander, weary wanderer; 19385|Whare wilt thou wander, weary wanderer; 19385|On till thy limbs are worn by many a weary throe, 19385|An' never shall a day be made a youngster again, 19385|For I've heard a mighty rumour that the heather sae green, 19385|And the dewy grass is waving o'er my head. 19385|Than yon shaw, an' than yon bonnie braes, 19385|Where I was wont to stray by the roadside, 19385|Where I was wont to stray by the roadside; 19385|Than yon shaw an' than yon bonnie braes, 19385|Where I used to wade through the heather sae green, 19385|Where I used to wade through the heather sae green, 19385|Where I waded many a weary day, 19385|An' seldom was carried to the brugh of the broo; 19385|But I'm wae an' weary at the shore of the Lake: 19385|For the dew hangs on the flowers an' the wan white moon. 19385|Than yon shaw, than yon bonnie braes, 19385|Where I waded many a weary day, 19385|Where I waded many a weary day, 19385|Where I waded many a weary day, 19385|Where I waded many a weary day; 19385|Whare wilt thou wander, weary wanderer; 19385|Whare wilt thou wander, weary wanderer; 19385|On till thy limbs are worn by many a weary throe, 19385|An' never shall a day be made a youngster again, 19385|For I've heard a mighty rumour that the heather sae green, 19385|And the dewy grass is waving o'er my head. 19385|I was bairn till the day that I 've been tow'rd me, 19385|An' I 've nae mair o' my ain mind to play; 19385|An' I've been wi' the auld guidmen o' my ain 19385|A' wearing their gowd sae early that the day. 19385|Lang, lang they hae dawdled as I was morninging, 19385|But I 've dawdled till the day that I wad be lang; 19385|They hae left me when the auld guidmen o' my ain wad be lang, 19385|But the auld guidmen, they wad gie me mair that day. 19385|For the guidman, he 'd spill a drink that is ne'er dred, 19385|But the gudewife, I never ken her name; 19385|I canna say if e'er she was sweet in her een, 19385|But I was blest, I was blest that day. 19385|They 'll no get on wi' the auld guidmen ======================================== SAMPLE 36630 ======================================== 20|From whence it emanated: onely, that whereof they were 20|Inhabitant, from the mouth of a Beast did suck; 20|And from the ground it waxed as soft as is the grass 20|When the green Eglantine is blossoming. 20|Now when into these stately Fold they spied, 20|There left uncurbed, the Angelical were 20|Of God unharmed, but all amazed stood: 20|For from the mouth of Hell Gate they saw appear 20|A dreadful Beast, with horned Head and Eyes of Set. 20|Hee stood unaware, and of his Action shak'd 20|Th' impression, that it might not be worse: 20|What of the Beast?--that hee himselfe maykened well, 20|Or from the Hillock barge?--how hee was acast 20|In the forefoot, in the hind the other bit, 20|No sense was to be had, but what ensues if all 20|Perceive, let babes that are now born discern! 20|This is Set; whosoe'er thou art, that lookest on him, 20|Consider set upon a Sea, and in a Boat, 20|Hawthorne and tigris water and earth compast. 20|Thou aright shalt read: this is Heav'n's ordained Man, 20|By lot assigned him, for his good intent, 20|That in this World he may abound, and come 20|From out his Destruction, with profit made, 20|To live in pleasure, and produce more seed 20|Of Spirit, while this short day expires, and while 20|This World is nould the habitation of man, 20|And of his works the control exercised 20|In constant Justice, bound with fixed boundlesse Chains, 20|The rest employed at will in random bustle 20|Of ill or might; which many seeds may throw 20|And many Seeds run together. Hence hap to thee, 20|A sample of a Rebellious People: 20|But unto us least of all, sample fit 20|Of Evil in a righteous cause, sample fit 20|Of that justitie of the best, to shun 20|That evil alone which is the cause of ill. 20|Thus Satan oft enticeth us with intent 20|To roam abroad, and oft escape from Heav'n 20|With ease; there where no puritie doth repress, 20|Freedom loth is to loose men, but still there Riots, 20|There where no conscience curbs, hate doth abound 20|Uncontrolled, revenge, and violence rife. 20|Those first seeds which Earth in Nature sows doth take, 20|The Sowers of inflamynent Fire, and brings forth 20|By them are also inflamynent and wilde, 20|The Tinke of Air, and straws that by the Rivers 20|Sumpinda and Ganga blaz'd; but so forth let flow 20|All th' Element, so oft the floures of Heav'n 20|Doe cross and merge, if not all Things so, 20|Which is their matter, whence their Motion hath 20|Inhabitedth everywhere. For if all 20|Things were not subject unto thes Quickening 20|Into a greater then the Mind cannot mannce, 20|Into a greater then the Eye cannot see, 20|Things created, if all were not subject to 20|The Eye, would in thir composition growne 20|Unqualitye, and that to selfe void, 20|Though things of finer edge ne're similar found: 20|And such a glutted summe of various grasse, 20|In general, may not well be supplied, 20|Unless by regress of successive kindse, 20|Unless it be concurrent in dolour 20|And in appropriateness of sorts in Flower. 20|What reasoner or chooser of each Floweres fit 20|Is it lawful or ill in Floweres to rear? 20|For Floweres by their proper ordinance 20|Set apart to live, with life they survive; 20|To gardne their GENTLE, and to dress themselves 20|In GENTLE apparel, is an intent fit; 20|For what is Clubb pursuit, but Clubbment 20|Of uniform all? if that Clubbment be Frost, 20|Frost likewise that Foote, that foot likewise; 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 36640 ======================================== 35402|I do not know what was to them, 35402|What was to me; and if this was 35402|Enough to make me glad, be it 35402|I knew not, and thought not long 35402|To seek her in the dark, nor know 35402|Until she left me half-seen--" 35402|"My dear," he said with half an eyne, 35402|"I am too tired to think of thee; 35402|I will rest now, and go to bed, 35402|Take rest, and rest; for my heart is sad 35402|And I have lost thee in this place, 35402|Seen through the window of a door 35402|Awaiting opening, and no more." 35402|And with that word I turned my head 35402|And slept again, and in the dark 35402|Woke from my dream, and heard the sound 35402|Of feet approaching, and beheld 35402|A door unlatched from a stair, 35402|And stood before it, and beheld 35402|I saw a page stand at my side, 35402|And he put his hand upon my head, 35402|And wept, and said, "O weary one, 35402|Sleep now and rest, and in the dark 35402|Behold my sorrow, for I bring 35402|Thy sorrow, who know none other gift 35402|Save love, and thy soul can find no place 35402|Save here within my heart, but I, 35402|Who ever saw thee on this earth 35402|When I was young and on my way 35402|With thee to seek the world, did ever 35402|Have peace, and I am weary and sad, 35402|And I have lost thee in this house, 35402|Seen through the window of a door 35402|Awaiting opening till I know 35402|Thou hast no more to find as yet." 35402|I woke and knew not that the page, 35402|He who had seen me in my dream, 35402|He had but seen me, I knew not how; 35402|I knew not what he wrote therein, 35402|Only that I was tired with all. 35402|And I went forth then, and all the earth 35402|Was silent, while I passed my door. 35402|The days and months and years went by, 35402|And still I know not how I came 35402|To stand before the page of that book 35402|And write this letter, though it was 35402|The written letter of his hand, 35402|And that fair hand, seen through the window, 35402|Is written of a yellow seal; 35402|And it is written that he came, 35402|And came to take away my love; 35402|And he did come, and he did go, 35402|And I have told my love and still 35402|I have no word to add nor say; 35402|And the moon rises and the sea passes, 35402|And the seasons go and the seasons come, 35402|And the flowers die and the fruit lies dead, 35402|And the grass grow not, and the waves grow high, 35402|And the winds sleep not, and the summer years 35402|Are ended in a hollow grave; and so 35402|My pages tell me of no word at all, 35402|And in my empty sleep my soul knows not, 35402|And no more sleep than when the leaf flies dead 35402|From the white blossoms which the blossoms shed. 35402|I know not if I love, wherefore love I; 35402|For all this world a gift to me is given; 35402|It is a gift of fire which makes me glad, 35402|I gave him for a while a word and half, 35402|And once said a word, but it is past, 35402|And my words are dead. If I was he, 35402|I know not if it were not true then, 35402|I should have spoken, but, he not there, 35402|In all the days of all this world I saw 35402|No word come from me for a while; 35402|I was no sweeter than a leaf blown dry 35402|When all the days are dead and gone; 35402|I had no more to say, no more for all, 35 ======================================== SAMPLE 36650 ======================================== 20586|My true loves, shew not thyself so fair; 20586|The fairest woman in the world 20586|Lies blooming in the sunshine there. 20586|And if thy gentle heart is proud 20586|To have set that pride to this, 20586|Let not thy triumph make thy joy 20586|Dearer for thy woful loss! 20586|"In thee my happiness hath been; 20586|For thee I weep but little care 20586|That I have been so long alone, 20586|But that is nothing, now, to me. 20586|"Come, little heart, in pity bring 20586|To my silent eyes the tears that fill 20586|Those aureoles in Heaven that rise, 20586|Of morning smiles and evening sobs. 20586|"Then let my heart hear but thy sighs, 20586|For thou art happier on thy knees 20586|Than I, since thou art better worn!" 20586|The young and old with gentle tread 20586|Paced up and down the grassy floor, 20586|The boy that made the sun his bed 20586|Now prayed, and when the evening ended, 20586|The old man rose and went his way. 20586|So to the worthy shrine we came, 20586|And there above the sweet departed 20586|The little girl of Heaven was laid. 20586|Her spirit is now with those around her, 20586|To dwell apart from human sight; 20586|And angels, kneeling on her grave, 20586|Have shed the water and the dust. 20586|And there her dust shall be uptorn, 20586|And made to dress that earthy dress; 20586|Shall shine like angel-slip and mantle 20586|And be the perfect fair and lovely Mary. 20586|Sweet name, so sweet in French! 20586|In the French name, thy fame is known. 20586|In the name of thee a man was born. 20586|He lived, he ate, he breathed, in France; 20586|He died, and in his dying day, 20586|His name was "Alfred Dordt," said some. 20586|Alfred Dordt died; his name was never known 20586|Beside any other Alfred,--soldier or ploughman 20586|Or any other name more gallant or nobler; 20586|By no other name was Alfred, for his eye 20586|Kept battle in its place, in war his sword 20586|And helmet bright; in peace his brow was green, 20586|Of such high rank his brow was radiant, and 20586|It is the ancient English people declare 20586|That a great man was Alfred, but his fame 20586|Kept going up, and going up, and going down. 20586|I am glad the King has sent him away, 20586|As I was glad that we never should meet, 20586|He that was now a little man and slight; 20586|I'm glad that I may now be proud, and proud 20586|And call his name my own, with the glory 20586|Of the great age of this golden age of time, 20586|When all the glory of all the world was one 20586|With Time's breath and the might of the Great Age. 20586|What is that star that shines the plain through, 20586|A long, long way out, and beckons us on? 20586|The great King who is now a little man 20586|And slender-sailored, is coming homeward. 20586|He has come a long weary way, but still 20586|He cries, "Alas! a little while am I!" 20586|And though no other children the road know, 20586|We see his shadow on the dusty plain, 20586|And hear his tread on the green grasses fall, 20586|And see the gold-tipped ambers tree. 20586|The great King shall come no more. His Grace 20586|That was so gallant shall now be a little boy; 20586|And Alfred Dordt, though no longer so, 20586|Upon the hillside shall have his place, 20586|And he shall drink the water and shave 20586|The hair of him that now is bald; 20586|And he shall be the friend and comrade mild, 20586 ======================================== SAMPLE 36660 ======================================== I knew his song-- 6652|I heard, and lo! the melody-- 6652|The voice of one more dead,-- 6652|As when the evening stars 6652|From some high mountain cleft, 6652|Whence the slow rain of ages falls. 6652|I knew his song--he knew mine-- 6652|We laughed and I was laughing deep-- 6652|We talked of death and of life. 6652|We loved--O never, never 6652|Be ours the better part, 6652|For he had no right to live-- 6652|We had no right to die. 6652|And so I loved him--and so I sighed. 6652|I knew his life was but a song.-- 6652|I knew my life and he no more 6652|To talk of death--nor tears--nor pain-- 6652|But I knew his life, and so I sigh'd, 6652|And loved him--yet I knew no more. 6652|Then down the street we walked together-- 6652|We walked two weary spirits-- 6652|I held him to my heart, and he to me-- 6652|And I said, "We walk in dream." 6652|The sun came up above the house, and then 6652|The moon came out and hid her face. 6652|And when I kissed his forehead, he kissed mine: 6652|And so, we walked together. 6652|He looked at me--as one I'd seen before-- 6652|"How foolish are thy looks" he said,-- 6652|"A simple flower-pot that I knew of old, 6652|"And thou, sweet girl of France, were it you!"-- 6652|And kissed his forehead, and I said, 6652|"That is a pretty world in which to dwell: 6652|"But what if I must live it?--but what if I must die? 6652|--I am a simple flower-pot, and I know 6652|That thou hast seen too many suns and moons, 6652|"And I, as thou, hast wander'd here before, 6652|"And I can tell thee of a nobler doom 6652|"Than this which I am telling now: 6652|"I know the things that I have done for thee, 6652|"And I know the things that I must do. 6652|"The sun comes in the misty heavens, the moon 6652|"She goes to bed with the old queen-breeze! 6652|"What I can, I must; what I dare not, 6652|"I dare to pray for thee!" 6652|He took my hand and went, and I slept alone, 6652|And dreamed that he was here, and now 6652|On golden nights around, were all the flowers, 6652|And now I know that no vain flower-head 6652|Is but a foolish man, 6652|But thus he comes, from all his happy life, 6652|In all his life he comes. 6652|And I am glad! but here are not, alas! 6652|The same kind, loving lips that kissed, 6652|But here are not the heart which trembled 6652|When the long years were o'er-- 6652|Ah! happy are there, but not the same! 6652|But here to me are not 6652|Any smiles, no looks, no soft caresses; 6652|No kisses, no caresses,-- 6652|Ah! happy I! but here are not the same! 6652|Oh! that our love might shine 6652|Like that fair child who shone, 6652|When the gods did make earth, and heaven, and 6652|Then they came and smote the boy 6652|With a great stone:--and he fell fast asleep 6652|On earth, a child, dead. 6652|And now that boy grows wise and darkly 6652|Goes with a voice so soft and sweet, 6652|And looks at me, and talks for joy-- 6652|And when he speaks a tear falls:-- 6652|But now I have my eyes shut fast 6652|In a dark and heavy glass. 6652|I know the gods will save him soon 6652|And give him life for life. 6652|One night the little birds were singing 66 ======================================== SAMPLE 36670 ======================================== 3468|For the light of the sun in the west and the stars about. 3468|And a nightingale in her song the wind is singing sweet, 3468|And a dove under the moon is resting her wing in the skies. 3468|"She is come to tell us all her dreams and her dreams' delight. 3468|Ah! ah! she came to us with a dream of the sea, 3468|Of a home where the moonlight was warm and the stars were bright, 3468|Of a little garden in which she dreamed her dreams of Spring. 3468|"She is come to tell us all her dreams and her dreams' delight, 3468|And we cried when we heard the song of the wild wind, 3468|And we thought there ne'er was lord so rich as the King of Song. 3468|"But we called on the King of the Elves a-king-ness withal, 3468|And we begged him of all the dreams that he dreamed that day. 3468|And the King of the Elves said unto our King, on the crown 3468|Of his head on a day as bright in his life as the moon 3468|There sat a man in the hall and his name was Elene. 3468|"Now I will speak for the nightingale who sings, 3468|"I will speak for the sun," cried the songster, 3468|"With his wings upraised at last beaming as he swims 3468|Over the rose-trees of the forest wild, 3468|And I will speak for the moon where the day-star is blind, 3468|And for the lark who sings above my bowering head". 3468|The songster was quiet for a while as he dreamed, 3468|While the sun went over the flowers by the way; 3468|Then the man spoke forth with a smile in his face, 3468|And all things turned to heart-breaking gold. 3468|"In my dream it was said," said the Songster, 3468|"That the tree upon the forest's wall, 3468|And the star above my bowering place, 3468|Might be sign that the King of the Elves had come there, 3468|And a woman of sorrows had come to the door." 3468|"But where the woman came from?" cried Elene. 3468|"I have heard that many things of her were told. 3468|And as she went up from her own land before her, 3468|We saw the wide plain spread above her in the night. 3468|"But where the woman came from," cried the Songster, 3468|"Is as little as men may suppose. 3468|And that a long time had gone by, and the King had come 3468|Before his herald was here to stand by the door." 3468|"But how was his mother?" cried Elene. 3468|"We have heard of great things," laughed the songster. 3468|"And the great King himself sat there, by his queen, 3468|On the crown of his head and on his breast of snow." 3468|Then the lord of the Elves bade the king behold 3468|A woman in his great kingdom. Her eyes were fair, 3468|And the songster could not put words to them that shone. 3468|"I have seen her by right of fair renown, 3468|As a woman who was fairer far than she. 3468|And I know the place where she came from," he said, 3468|"In a land of men where she was well appaid." 3468|Then up and spoke a little woman who spake: 3468|"For I know the place that the woman thou saidst of, 3468|And I have heard the word spoken of as of one 3468|Who has left his home, and travelled up a way, 3468|And come to this fair city, and in the hall 3468|Of this great king sit and sing for all to hear. 3468|"And I know where her mother lives, but her face 3468|I do miss, and the songs that are sung in her hair. 3468|But I sing not when my songs are as they should be. 3468|"I only sing of the place where she went. 3468|And the songs that I sing have light and they are good, 3468|But it is the songs of the songs that have light ======================================== SAMPLE 36680 ======================================== 1365|Tidings she had given, of a vast ocean below her. 1365|A thousand leagues she journeyed, with no man but her, 1365|From land to land; and a thousand men were along her. 1365|At last a lonely island she reached, the remains of it! 1365|A bleak rock, against which the moon had risen in pity. 1365|There the women mourned their absent husbands night and day; 1365|With their wan face to the sea, they sat weeping and weeping, 1365|For their hearts were sad, and their hopes died within their veins. 1365|Then the men came to offer flowers, and with flowers to offer; 1365|But the flowers were for memory, and the mourners they welcomed. 1365|And the men came to offer them, but the people did not hear, 1365|For the hearts of the men were broken, and the people followed 1365|And the mourners came to offer them, and the people they received, 1365|But the people followed them without heed, and the heart, 1365|Which the people did not care to remember, followed along. 1365|And the women and the men came back by the other sea-shore, 1365|And the women and the men came back, returned; 1365|Fruit of their griefs, and the fruit of their fears, and tear-drops, 1365|And a song their hearts to the melody of. 1365|When the last tree is felled, and the bones are scattered, 1365|And the ashes in the ashes lie scattered, 1365|Oh! the song that will be with us forever and ever, 1365|Of the song that loved them and perished with them. 1365|Widow of Henna Hussey, in tenth of 1365|Years of absence; from home depart from home 1365|As a wanderer; in foreign land forsake 1365|Home and all its inhabitants; turn again 1365|To the comfort of her cottage-door, 1365|Where the old familiar features remind her 1365|Of the features which her childhood seen. 1365|On the green and grassy margin of the pond 1365|Stands a simple cottage; by a small spring, 1365|Which murmurs and is silent, as a spirit 1365|Lingers and beckons one when death is nigh! 1365|And the waters of the pond show traces 1365|Of her footsteps; in the grass the reed-stalks 1365|Seem to whisper of her presence there. 1365|It was no dream; in the stillness of the night 1365|She seem'd to stand before a lonely cot, 1365|And look around, and seem to ponder still 1365|At the familiar scenes of childhood past. 1365|It was no dream; but from each human eye, 1365|The dream had vanished, and she shone as fair 1365|As the same vision which had seemed to pass, 1365|When a faint light from out the land of dream 1365|Startled her vision; the old mien and touch 1365|Of the same features, and the same unshorn 1365|Shles on her memory, as the night and morn 1365|Show the outline of the sky to him who gazes 1365|With that look in his heart's depth on the water. 1365|And these are the traces now, that still are seen 1365|Upon the cottage-front, the same one shown 1365|To the same stranger, when she went away 1365|On her travels in the land of dreams. 1365|But she who stood and look'd upon the pond, 1365|Which the great waves had swept out of sight, 1365|Was the same Mary who sat at the door 1365|Of her cottage, with the children round her, 1365|In the cottage seen by the Pilgrim-band 1365|Of long ago. And the same face was there, 1365|Shone upon it; it was not the old, old face, 1365|But the youthful form of Mary Ann, 1365|Whom the gossips here have always call'd Mary. 1365|And they say, when the evening-sun is set, 1365|And the stars are setting in the western sky, 1365|Mary Ann and her children walk the floor 1365|Of her humble cottage, by the holy door 1365|Of ======================================== SAMPLE 36690 ======================================== 1166|The great eyes stare 1166|From out their depths, I know not why 1166|And yet I know. 1166|The great eyes stare 1166|At me and I at them, and we stare 1166|In vain. 1166|I, gazing, stare 1166|In vain the infinite vasts of space, 1166|We have but eyes. 1166|The Great Eyes stare too, 1166|They stare on me and I on them, 1166|We have but eyes. 1166|We have but eyes 1166|To see in what my sight seeks light, 1166|Or seek darkness: 1166|And all our life but lives in seeing 1166|The wonder 1166|Which the Great Eyes have, or mine have not. 1166|But I have gazed into their wonder 1166|And it is very good: 1166|It gives life to my life, it gives me, 1166|For I knew not they 1166|Had seen such light. 1166|They have seen too much 1166|To live so little. They could spare 1166|Their little lives: 1166|They live at liberty, 1166|To look not back upon the past, 1166|To look not backward on the toil 1166|That has been: 1166|And I have looked into their wonder, 1166|And it is good: 1166|I know them. They make me glad with their wonder. 1166|Our eyes are strange, our eyes are old. 1166|We stare at the sun, and it is cold; 1166|The sun is shy and our eyes are dim. 1166|The sun has lost his way in the dark, 1166|And we cannot see what we would see. 1166|Why do you come here, my friends? 1166|We hear the roar of your ocean waves, 1166|Rising and sinking in their rage, 1166|A thousand miles off, like a ghost. 1166|We cannot see them, or we see them not. 1166|I cannot see you, dear, at the sea. 1166|And your white sails, so white, and thin, 1166|Are too far out like a dream that flies. 1166|It is the great ocean, it is we. 1166|As the wind comes, come all the leaves, 1166|Coming, coming, 1166|Coming, all the long night through. 1166|We see them coming, and we hear them fly, 1166|We see you, we see the wind at play, 1166|We hear the roar of the leaves fall and fall. 1166|One only you, in the wild black night, 1166|In the great night. 1166|The breeze comes, the leaves fall, the leaves break, 1166|The leaves are all in an upturned shape on the earth, 1166|They are all out, and they are all now gone, 1166|All of a broken-hearted night. 1166|We cannot look, we cannot hear, 1166|We cannot see you, and we are dead. 1166|Is the end really this terrible peak? 1166|Our life is so little, 1166|Are they all our burden? 1166|The great mountains stand on their great white backs. 1166|Each is a temple, 1166|A place of silence, 1166|A place of sacrifice, 1166|The great mountains. 1166|The great mountains have their altars in their breast, 1166|And they feed the fire, 1166|And they go in darkness, silence, and awe. 1166|I cannot turn their heads, 1166|For they are silent, 1166|And so they stand, a haggard, silent line; 1166|Their back a stretched white cloud, a white line of earth. 1166|They speak to the stars, 1166|They speak to the light, 1166|And speak in silence, silence, 1166|Till the stars, in their silence, turn to tears. 1166|I cannot look, 1166|And I cannot hear, 1166|Till the darkness is all in their face; 1166|I cannot see what they may say, 1166|For I am lost, and they are stars. 1166|Stars with black wings, 1166|I know them ======================================== SAMPLE 36700 ======================================== 1279|The day is past, and nought is left to claim 1279|My heart in your embrace, 1279|In the long-curb'd lane, on the lonely road, 1279|Where thou art seen no more; 1279|Forget a distant hills, and a distant bower, 1279|For ever, forever lost, 1279|Oh, the time, the time!--Oh, time I'm forgot, 1279|In her cold arms,-- 1279|And the cold breast, 1279|Oh, the time we're forgot! 1279|If in sorrow I should meet, old Time, 1279|And sorrow in the old romance go, 1279|To tell the sad news that's left me sad, 1279|Forget thy whole toil, 1279|Or else--forget-- 1279|While the sun glints on the earth, and heaven's olden light 1279|Shines on the heart of youth, 1279|As it did on my youthful days. 1279|What is left, or can be left, in the earth, 1279|While Time, from Life's portal, has entered in? 1279|Life's sweetest music, and its fairest forms, 1279|The best of sunsets, and the spring's first dawn, 1279|The first fresh glow of leaves, and spring's first mirth, 1279|The first warm blossom, are now rent asunder! 1279|And from Death's black portal the pallid splendour flows; 1279|Death, who so loved thee, being dead-- 1279|Love's rival--is thy refuge, pardon, Heaven, 1279|And to such an enemy is Time, 1279|That his fierce arms in vengeance to destroy 1279|He cuts thee, like a fragment of thy self-- 1279|A break--of all thy being,--and his sword, 1279|At the last breath of youth! 1279|O thou, who in Life's dark tourney, lone, 1279|Hast won the wreath, that crowns thy stay and stay, 1279|And that each youthful year 1279|Hath freshest bloom'd thy brow, 1279|And which thy spirit ever woo'd, and won; 1279|When Time itself hath flown, 1279|And Time itself hath fled, 1279|And thou hast missed her who was all to thee-- 1279|Then, when thy hopes are cast 1279|Asperser'd by an unseen chasm, and now 1279|Thy joys, like broken violets, lie on thee: 1279|Oh, think of her, who so loved thee, thy dear native land! 1279|And think of her, who with love so firmly seis'd 1279|That she was loved, tho' unrightly, ever mou'd 1279|Thy soul with thoughts of her, that lov'd thee-- 1279|Then think, my sweet, dearest, of her! 1279|My love, tho' that I had a country new, 1279|And near the morn should find thee in my arms, 1279|Yet would I rather meet, 1279|Fresh, cheerfully array'd 1279|In all the sweets of all that's best of May; 1279|And, tho' uncrown'd with dense, cold honours, greet 1279|The warm soft sun with true hearts warm'd--I'll meet 1279|My dear, and wish her a full, pleasant day-- 1279|While I can bear to look on her, 1279|And while I can bear to speak to her. 1279|Yet, though the cold winds be loud around, 1279|I would not wish to speak to her-- 1279|Nor yet, 1279|Far hence, to disappear. 1279|But the soul of woman is now set 1279|As in the womb of Nature, 1279|And there are many a deep-born spell 1279|That bids her to the bright abide. 1279|There's little in the World's wide plan 1279|That's best to know, and show to her! 1279|And, tho' an angel sent 1279|To share her doom, she may not flee 1279|With it--yet--she left her signet-- 1279|and her handiwork. 1279|The bright ones of the World are all she; 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 36710 ======================================== 615|Where she, for want too great to bear, would fly; 615|But she was left, and she was forced to dwell 615|In this enchanted castle; and more there, 615|But to a damsel in such guise appeared, 615|As to some queen of fairer throng appears, 615|Which to the palace-crowd with her appears, 615|Or like in mien and beauty so compares 615|With those which spring from that fair queen's race. 615|But I my song shall never conclude, 615|Nor shall I cease the strain which I prepare 615|To Hercules, in a fairer form to view. 615|And when the following song is ended, 615|As it were a herald, with a banner, 615|And heralds with goodly garlands in their hands, 615|Ye heralds, on a day, from land to land, 615|In different ranks, advancing, will appear; 615|First of two, a damsel, whom Alcina's court 615|Ladies and warriors love to hail, whom they 615|And Daphne in the temple's sacred bower 615|Have wedded, and love with her. But we, 615|Our journey is not yet begun to make, 615|Nor are we far from where the mortal tide 615|(Since that so holy bower by mortals dight) 615|To the first God and her, from whence is light, 615|That may the pity of a world display. 615|I ween that thou in some other land 615|Thou wilt find, like her, of whom I speak: 615|Whom to my Sophy weeps and mourns, 615|Who is a widow now; and with her she 615|Will ply that which her griefs and tears incapacse. 615|To her I swear, by heaven and Nature's Lord, 615|No living thing on earth shall bear her part. 615|"To her you shall not bear her share; nor need 615|Of such a gift a greater gift have made; 615|If she with sorrow and weariness 615|Hope not to be the wife of Hercules, 615|And, of this claim, her husband's due reward. 615|If to her we have nothing left as yet, 615|We shall not wed again without good cheer, 615|And all that virtue, which, when last it fell, 615|Thou didst possess, possess her even now." 615|If ever thou shalt read this the first of verse, 615|Know thou, my poet, that beneath that name 615|Must be the other part, and not that they, 615|Of whom the first speaks, were mortal men. 615|This of Alcina, as it seems, was made 615|A mere creation of the youthful dame, 615|Borne by the charms and powers of amorous love. 615|The lady she, the daughter of that band, 615|Who begat the haughty Caryatid, 615|(Who so the less is held a deity,) 615|As much as woman hath; or what a wife 615|Thee e'er aught so far excelth in vassalice, 615|As her that with more lust her bosom swell. 615|Of such a heart the heart's most precious rock 615|Alcina was, who loved the son so well, 615|That he her all else desponded, except 615|Her love, which made the lady's bosom swell: 615|For that in her he loved, as that in light 615|Stars love the moon, or in their wont to rise; 615|Yet to his love such love was little known, 615|Or scarce sufficient to the point, to strive. 615|I say the other was a thousand more; 615|I say, he loved those few, who with her reigned, 615|Or in the town of Babylon, in Thrace; 615|And other than that was she in blood, 615|More than in manners, or in anything; 615|And for all the rest to one devoted. 615|But we that have a thousand ladies, let 615|Those that with us have nought to spare but love, 615|For love they may be good, or bad, or ill. 615|Let us not call those spirits which have more 615|Of all the rest no other use discern, 615|The good, or the bad for ever hidden there. 615|If any wish to view Orlando's fate 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 36720 ======================================== 25981|"He has been there," said one; "and this, again, 25981|Has made him an example to the world." 25981|So we are able to see that at times 25981|We mustn't talk of the things that we must have, 25981|But must make the talk a great one, to-day, 25981|And thus we are able to see it right; 25981|Just as the man who, with purpose so wise, 25981|Merely for the sake of a moment is wise 25981|Merely can speak his mind and do good; 25981|And, after many times, finds it so. 25981|"There is, and long has been, too, a tale 25981|Held in the forest which the fairies tell!" 25981|In youth he dwelt upon the mountain side. 25981|As an undisturbed stream or quiet lake 25981|The good man was. Yet by accident 25981|His heart was moved to tears and to the thoughts 25981|Of others; for his life had long been filled 25981|By a sweet love for a lovely maiden fair, 25981|Whom he was fain to love with life-long love. 25981|To her he came. Upon her beauty bent 25981|He leaned and asked her heart by looks, by word, 25981|And by the way she seemed to him serene, 25981|And in his heart to know that she was kind. 25981|Upon her face the happy tear-drops fell 25981|And filled his heart with tenderness, and there 25981|The man of noble feeling found his home-- 25981|There his heart dwelt. 25981|So it passed. 25981|Yet some still sadder heart, yet brighter soul 25981|Still moved with love and joy to her he loved, 25981|As in his heart the woman's heart did move; 25981|But in a measure, through the years, was blent 25981|A deeper peace, a gentler still the same-- 25981|The fair-born daughter of the manhood fair, 25981|And the first wife of a noble family. 25981|Now a little while he lingered near 25981|The woman's side, and on the mountain-tops 25981|The kindly sounds of music rang, and he 25981|Was led to listen when the minstrel sung 25981|Of birds, and woods, and rivers, and the breeze. 25981|With love the heart was kindled when he heard 25981|That song of beauty. Yet 'twas music only then, 25981|When one to find the happy truth must turn: 25981|Then as from youth to life is passed with few 25981|Eulogies, it was but in a day like this; 25981|And in his heart was now no other thought, 25981|With all that sweetening charm that only there 25981|To bring in answer happiness or pain. 25981|The man was now no more than he hath been 25981|Since first he entered her warm and loving arms, 25981|In youth's young beauty. With a spirit full 25981|Of love he wandered through the forest wild. 25981|'Twas he whose heart for him was tender yet, 25981|And with a manly freedom of the will, 25981|With all these things he loved, must he and she; 25981|So were they both united in the cause 25981|Of woman's right to life, yet to its end 25981|By mutual love, the mutual gift of life. 25981|At first had the fair maid the man gone with 25981|To seek that beautiful forest, where her life 25981|Had now been spent in that supreme desire, 25981|And by his voice their hearts were answered thus: 25981|"Good is to do, if good thou wilt teach us!" 25981|But her own words he answered not, and so 25981|She kept them for her husband's ear alone, 25981|And he forgave her: "My daughter--and thou 25981|Have heard the words of this ======================================== SAMPLE 36730 ======================================== 8795|Vouching an eye to light, that day all dark! 8795|I said, "Count us at least forgiven, should we 8795|Prove thy justice by so great a proof." 8795|Thereat my Guide, without more delay, 8795|Pointed the sixth Spur to another Spur, 8795|Whose backs were bared to tortuous range 8795|Of hell, and whose unspotted face was shown. 8795|"Once, let us go," by this the first was spake, 8795|"Ay go with haste, for man cannot know 8795|The place to which we next must go." 8795|Before the steps of pity they had reared, 8795|And round the wretched sepulchre were seen 8795|Such turbid faces, as when hot debates 8795|Dissolve into feuds, or open all the breast 8795|With unavailing arms. With rage and pain 8795|I thus began: "Head of Carthage!--say, 8795|What tribe is this? and who the people led?" 8795|"In this dungeon are the pots and pans," he 8795|As one of them had said, "and St. Peter's well, 8795|And the Benedictine church of Rome." 8795|To me my guide: "Go now and bring 8795|Down from the' upper world, they do not yet 8795|Convene of whom they are, or ere their act. 8795|But, if so be that thou canst read my thought, 8795|Thou knowest more than they of what their hearts 8795|Have done. So then, Belisarius, ye are 8795|Perhaps the first in soul that isden grace." 8795|"Arezzo is next my thought," said I, 8795|"And then Duke Godfrey my wish would be 8795|That ye wold' heaven's grace accept. Oh! then 8795|Permit me here a little space to stay." 8795|"You are pardoned, friend," he thus replied, 8795|"And may rest well; since of the four here, not one 8795|Has made himself a ready sacrifice." 8795|When they had bowed their bleeding brows, around 8795|The sepulchre theyled them both. As doth 8795|A wolf petrify that offers her young 8795|In hope some harmless goat to lick; so 8795|Their faces with dust were cover'd. O! when 8795|Will such vile enormities be rare?" 8795|And with his finger pointed to the earth, 8795|Whose sharp end whirled it toward him. He cried: 8795|"See that thou crunch nought but the straight ears, 8795|That done, to us thou shalt test the meat." 8795|Then my guide, without more ado, began 8795|Feeding upon the fruits of the stalked holt. 8795|One alone was there who chews with fork 8795|Through the tough stalks, that in the earth do bleed. 8795|He first; and having pinch'd the pulp with plough, 8795|Lastly he spum'd his biers, and neither tongue 8795|Nor ken would he let me finish. Thus we reach'd 8795|The heaven, but towards earth, whence had before 8795|A Thousand and Five Hundred Thousand fallen, 8795|One far more beautiful in its beauties rose. 8795|And, "Here," said he, "is the limit, where God 8795|With adamantine bolts reinstates 8795|The walls that now encroach." To whom my guide: 8795|"Expect not thus, tithe again, and eat; 8795|For thy more part shall be satisfied 8795|When thou shalt eat the fruit of thy study." 8795|Eating, I part the skin; for, for that sin 8795|Within me death at length had us separ'd. 8795|Then asked he: "How much longer in the sepulchre 8795|A person sates, who has broken faith with God, 8795|O master! than he who faithless lives?" 8795|To whom my guide: "When in the world those saw, 8795|Who speak'd Christ's name except John, anathema, 8795|Their blasphemies did cast, ======================================== SAMPLE 36740 ======================================== 8187|In every sound that falls, 8187|The voice of thought that came 8187|From thee:-- 8187|Thou, who wasst like a bird 8187|In earth's airy nest, 8187|To hang in hope, and weep, and sing, 8187|And tell of life, and that 8187|Which's dear in all that's true! 8187|Thou who (tho' long since brought 8187|To man) art near the birth 8187|Of wisdom; well thou know'st thyself 8187|How low from God to soar:-- 8187|Heaven hangs on the wings of thy soul, 8187|Like clouds in summer air; 8187|And the wings of his own soul are thine. 8187|When he's at rest, nor fears 8187|To feel the chill, nor the cool, 8187|To feel the cold from thy cheek; 8187|When thy mind's light, as bright 8187|As the sun, through clouds is shining, 8187|He's the first of all that's fair! 8187|The same light, but brighter, 8187|When on its sphere of heaven, 8187|Flings its soft rays, 8187|Like sunshine, o'er thy mind's deep depths shining, 8187|'Mong the pure thoughts that are there; 8187|And from thy heart 8187|The joy of life, 8187|Like dew on the flowers, like rain on the trees, 8187|By the light of thy heart's bright dreams, 8187|Are the dew and the gleam. 8187|Thy soul then can feel, 8187|'Mid the wild dreams of man, 8187|That his life's life is thine; 8187|When all the life God lives in, lives for thee. 8187|Oh, where is that life 8187|Our father's is unknown? 8187|Though from the first 8187|Thou wouldst be loved, 8187|And to thy spirit's dream were given 8187|The light of his heavenly eyes, 8187|There is not, in the world, 8187|A thought so pure, 8187|As the thought, thy soul had then to thy soul. 8187|But look, look, what is there? 8187|A thought like sin-- 8187|A heart like hell--an eye, a mind, a cheek, 8187|A heart so much like heaven and all below, 8187|That, look ye, where, within 8187|Are all the bright scenes that made our father's face! 8187|Whence the dark look within 8187|To think that there, within, 8187|Man's heart's most sacred thoughts should be given to light! 8187|The air, the earth, the heaven, 8187|The light all things disclose, 8187|All breathe the soul of love, which gives them birth; 8187|But thou, who givest light for light, 8187|Giveth the sun, thou breath'st the air, thou breathe'st each hue-- 8187|The moon of thought--the moon of feeling--the blue-- 8187|The sun-dial's ring all set 8187|But yet a finger's breadth; 8187|Tell me, my lady--(whom can I but love?)--but say, 8187|"My darling, as thy father was a king, 8187|"For many a year thou hast not seen a single day 8187|"Off in his kingdom--in the garden too, I trow, 8187|"That would have loved thee, when thy father was alive. 8187|"Tell me but one word, 8187|Till thy weary hours 8187|Of life are ended, while I bid thee rest; 8187|"When from thy sleeping eyes 8187|"Death's dark veil is withdrawn, 8187|"And the last light is o'er thy weary head!" 8187|'Twas an old, sweet, peaceful word, 8187|And, when thou heardst it oft, 8187|Thou scarce couldst believe th' innocent tone 8187|Of a maiden so well-beloved and true; 8187|But if thou believest, 8187|Believest only dreams? 8187|Then let thy fears, 8187|Like stars on ======================================== SAMPLE 36750 ======================================== 3168|With eyes of silver and a breath of rust. 3168|He rose and wandered to the west, 3168|And then turned homeward and retired to his lodge, 3168|And there the moon, still in the west, 3168|Made a great, white, unshaken arch. 3168|Thus was his heart and hand once more, 3168|And life again was like the old, 3168|Ere death and the unblest began 3168|Beneath his hand, and he lay still and sad. 3168|Yet he saw her once more in the west, 3168|Once more she stood and smiled and smiled 3168|Then rose to go forth at his call; 3168|And all at once his heart was filled 3168|With an unknown thought that she was not there. 3168|He had no thought, for he had waked 3168|In a strange room, with a strange thing told. 3168|How should he speak it, or relate it, 3168|Unless he could feel her lips at his lips? 3168|But still his lips were sealed and sealed 3168|And his heart gave no signal of reply, until 3168|At last his own soul made reply. 3168|"O, what hast thou done for me, 3168|What hast thou done, beautiful? 3168|For I am broken, and nothing more 3168|Thy face may touch mine eyes; 3168|And I am broken, broken, broke 3168|From one fair dream of thine. 3168|"Yea, and I know that thou to me 3168|Art all I could have been; 3168|I dreamed thee as a star that glowed 3168|Over me at close of day, 3168|And on thine eye I saw a gleam, 3168|And in thine heart my heart I saw 3168|The heart I held for evermore. 3168|"With one swift touch thou didst unlock 3168|My heart's most secret well, 3168|The soul-loosen things it hid from care 3168|And I was filled with strength 3168|To go as all men are, far and fain, 3168|And in my breast to lay 3168|Like trees under some great cloud, 3168|To be as all things are; 3168|"To go as all things are, far and fain, 3168|Or live and die as I. 3168|I saw thee, and I dreamed thee white 3168|Upon a golden road; 3168|I had no heart to follow, only 3168|My heart's sweet needs to hear. 3168|"I came, and all was as a dream, 3168|I touched it; it was gone, 3168|I stood again where all was old 3168|And new as all men seem; 3168|I saw thee all, as in a dream. 3168|"I stood once more within thy sight, 3168|Thy voice was there for me, 3168|And I found thee as a sun above 3168|Whereon the dark lay low! 3168|In sooth, I sought thee but was lost 3168|Without one thought for thee; 3168|It was the dream, alas, that made me 3168|For all time lost forevermore." 3168|How should I love you, when, 3168|How should I live, if you, 3168|And when you leave, I die; 3168|Though I have not died, nor lived, nor lived? 3168|How should I love you, when 3168|And if you loved not I, 3168|Even on your brow, when I 3168|Were on your head, and on that hand 3168|Which is your heart, then how was I 3168|To die, or live, or die? 3168|As, when the rain-bird 'mid the rose 3168|Glad of the sun and shower, 3168|And hears the pattering feet, 3168|And smiles and flies away, 3168|So my heart from you dies 3168|And dies to meet you still, 3168|And my breath and my wings is borne, 3168|As 't were that you be dead. 3168|When night with shadows creeps 3168|Filling that bright chamber wan, 3168|And ======================================== SAMPLE 36760 ======================================== 18238|With heart of passion, and the soul of mirth, 18238|Whose light is only darkness and whose aim 18238|Is only glory. 18238|Now, when his hand has loosened 18238|A leaf so rare 18238|And light it throws in glee 18238|Of joy so great, 18238|With wild merry laughter and glee the lad 18238|Takes it as a gift, 18238|And with wild merry laughter and glee he hies 18238|Away to far green islands, 18238|And with wild merry laughter and glee again 18238|Plucketh 18238|The leaf-bright fruitage white of the little leaf. 18238|And there he lingers 18238|Treading softly 18238|Upon the islands of his heart. 18238|But now it is no time for singing, 18238|For the winds are loud with laughter, 18238|And the sun sinks low 18238|In the west once more, and in the west the day 18238|Comes in, and with blackening shadow the clouds 18238|Fall on the yellowing sky. 18238|And in the grey-green twilight, 18238|Away from the town, 18238|With the leaves upon the river's brink that lay 18238|Beside the river last summer, 18238|Whisper and call to the moon, and in the white 18238|And trembling wave she hears. 18238|And the little leaf is gone. 18238|The greening turf 18238|Is still above the little leaf's white form, 18238|And the little leaf, with its light-hued hair, 18238|Falls down the bank behind the stream, 18238|The grey wind blowing with faint music still 18238|From the lone little leaf; 18238|But the grey stream flows on, 18238|Laughing and tossing the ripples of the grass, 18238|But the little leaf is not to be seen 18238|The little leaf of the little leaf is gone, 18238|For the stream is a-weaving. 18238|Sitteth man in his hall 18238|To look and wonder at the sun, 18238|Sitting alone and gazing 18238|At the moonrise and the stars? 18238|But the earth and water are for man, 18238|And here cometh not the moonlight, 18238|Nor the sun, nor stars. 18238|The stars come to us, not from above, 18238|But below us, the earth. 18238|And who art thou, that lookest so? 18238|Look up. 18238|Look up, and see the earth beneath 18238|And the sky overhead; 18238|Then come down, and look once more 18238|Into the dark and watery west; 18238|Lift up thy face and see. 18238|I love you, look at me. 18238|I love you, and love you, look 18238|At me, and look at me. 18238|I love you, look at me. 18238|I love you, and love you, look 18238|At me, and love you, look 18238|At me, and look at me. 18238|The waves are blue as the morning, 18238|The flowers are red like wine; 18238|The sun is bright at dawning 18238|As he loves to be rising. 18238|The moon has a face as sweet 18238|As the face of the lily; 18238|But the lily has a beauty 18238|No other flower knows. 18238|The birds sing like love songs 18238|At the moon's full spark; 18238|The birds are silent and sweet 18238|Like the birds at noon. 18238|The stars are white as a flower, 18238|The dew is red as sleep; 18238|The grass is sweet as love, 18238|But the blue sky is deepest. 18238|The clouds are green and blue 18238|As the clouds that lie 18238|High on a mountain's brow, 18238|And the wind is the wind 18238|That passes by. 18238|The rain-storm, it rides high 18238|On the gale--a flower; 18238|The rain-storm, it is dear 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 36770 ======================================== 4332Waters; and the next, I think, at which I had the 4332|solitary moment,--a little glass of rum. 4332|The next was what my mind conceived to be the best, and the 4332|most satisfactory of all I have touched on here and in 4332|some other places:--I had a glass of strong whiskey, 4332|to which I gave it a strong push into the air. 4332|What followed there were many years of intense and intense 4332|conscience, but I am 4332|puzzled in my memory, and with an almost supernatural 4332|intuition. 4332|There was no fire at all, the air was so icy, 4332|and the glass was, from my memory, 4332|shaken to the tip of its neck, and the whiskey 4332|drank down the sides of its neck. 4332|For the glass was broken, I shall bet my very soul 4332|that at least one glass of strong whiskey was poured into 4332|the middle of it, and I was puzzled in my memory 4332|for the answer. 4332|The next glass was of wine, 4332|a rich black wine, and I gave it a good push into 4332|the middle of the air, and I broke it into a stream 4332|of white flame. 4332|And then, oh my gosh! I had a glass of wine, 4332|and I threw it, in front of me, into the middle of 4332|the air, 4332|for a moment, and it stopped! 4332|This is the answer to all your foolish prayers, 4332|"And I, this day, give you one glass of wine-- 4332|my life for one glass of wine. 4332|I have heard the wildest prayers and the vainest 4332|immortal petitions ever sung, 4332|Yet one glass of wine is all I ask!" 4332|Yes, a white wine--my God--a white wine-- 4332|it is a symbol of all that is worth 4332|in the life of a man. 4332|And I give it to myself, at last! 4332|And take one more swallow, in front of me-- 4332|the last of all my life! 4332|This is the last of the prayers I can say, 4332|and I think of it a little sadly:-- 4332|I will give my life to a single drink! 4332|Oh, my eyes are aching with sadness, 4332|And my heart is aching for joy: 4332|I do not care to stay away from you: 4332|I am going back in the car. 4332|The car with the wheels-- 4332|You are not so slow that I shall feel sorry for you 4332|Or take any account of what you are going to do. 4332|And the wheels at my side--they don't move as if they 4332|wanted to stay alive. 4332|The wheels in the front-- 4332|No--I am not quite sure I understand the wheels 4332|When I see them come to a stop, but at last, 4332|with all their might, 4332|They seem to have no power. 4332|The wheels in the back, 4332|Those are they that move with such speed that you need 4332|to turn around and stay out of the way of their 4332|fetching-- 4332|You are going back in the car, 4332|You cannot change the plan you have set. 4332|It is done, and you are through. 4332|You cannot go on, in all your heartlessness and 4332|sadness, 4332|Till you have made you heart to pity me 4332|Or to spite me, 4332|Or because God willed it so. 4332|A white wine-- 4332|What makes you then so quickly put the glass away? 4332|Did the great God give you the strength to leave me 4332|alone, 4332|With no hope of a respite, and with no promise 4332|that you will return? 4332|I am going back in the car with you, 4332|And only the silence is broken by the low sob of an 4332|old woman. 4332|This morning I was so glad at ======================================== SAMPLE 36780 ======================================== 615|Who, ere he the forest had in charge, 615|Hath now, that a man must take command 615|Of all the forest's powers above; 615|And so, the king is taken hence, 615|Who with the lady had the will to slay 615|The knight and the damsel for to kill. 615|The lady's fault, so fair the dame, 615|And so much better fortune was 615|Than that ill heart of that ill knight: 615|Nor to the care of knight or knighted maid 615|Was ever given, until she died; 615|But, on her death, on death they fall, 615|And die a common death, aye, more blind, 615|Than those who, in that vain dispute, 615|Think not to have their vengeance whetted fine, 615|Who see no fault in either on their side. 615|The men, who in their flight from that wight 615|Away from France, to Italy fled; 615|Who, with them, in battle by her side, 615|Had slain Rogero, with their armour worn, 615|Or else had slain with sword or sworded spear 615|The youthful lord, who there had wedded, or 615|Abandoned the fair lady, that was then 615|The fairest woman that the world had seen. 615|The valiant Charles the royal aid implores, 615|And seeks with him the cavaliers be fain 615|To rescue from that death so swift and sad; 615|And there, with other means, his wish to make, 615|He might his lady safely save from ill. 615|With noble heart and virtuous will, and true, 615|He hoped to free the damsel from the ill, 615|Till death had closed her eyes, and left her blind. 615|The knight and cavalier now, with an air 615|Of patience, all their journey do, till they 615|Within an arbour have the dame espied, 615|Amid the garden-trees, the while the crew 615|Passed every one his tedious round; wherefore 615|They here waited much, and from their store 615|Saved all with care; but that from that delay 615|The weary company at last departs; 615|For of Rogero's death no more in trace, 615|The warrior now has vanished and is gone. 615|Hence, with the lady, by the damsel, they 615|Toward Italy have driven, where that was fair, 615|In hopes that, when night brings over eve, 615|The warrior would appear again again. 615|The Moorish king, with this, a little space 615|Awhile delays with her to come and show 615|Whether she is his, or him her kin; 615|When she, so long impatient of the knight, 615|And her strange sufferings so greatly pain, 615|In hopes to know him, from the dame, repairs 615|Afield, the cavalier appears no more. 615|He to Rogero's side her takes, and, ere 615|The dame may put his arms about her, cries, 615|"Rogero, pray thee leave the castle here, 615|And seek the host of his brother there." 615|This was the first that she this lady knew, 615|To make her speech the damsel was too long 615|In guessing; so too long had been her thought 615|To guess Rogero's name from her desire; 615|And that, when he, as now the thing appeared, 615|Had made an end of what his feet had done. 615|"Haste," said the lady, "and straight, ere night be done, 615|Ere yet the sun is bright or starlight green, 615|I will thy brother make to thee his shield." 615|When, however, she the knight had seen, 615|That he had gone her brother, she replied: 615|"And what is this thou tell'st me? what is brought 615|With thy great company, that I should know?" 615|"From whence I hope to know," the warrior said, 615|"If of thy company thou'rt not one." 615|"And, that so thou wilt, thy brother bring 615|Wife, kinsman, host, or knight, the shield bestow; 615|But nought more," the stranger knight replied, 615|For that so great a company had been. ======================================== SAMPLE 36790 ======================================== 1365|The last of all my friends who left me, 1365|My friend was my friend in the first degree; 1365|I was his brother and his cousin. 1365|He was the only cousin in the world 1365|Whose blood my veins run flowed like a vein; 1365|He was the only friend, when the wine was red 1365|And the city the city of my youth. 1365|In his own house I have sat and been fed 1365|And given out the cordial at his hand. 1365|And that he gave unto me in his place 1365|Is not for me to complain of his right; 1365|He could not have died uncared for, for, say, 1365|A rich man's friend may become a slave. 1365|I do not ask if you live or die, 1365|But that which most I am fain would reveal, 1365|And keep secret, for the sorrows of a brother, 1365|Lest any friend should learn them. When 1365|The day and hour of your decease be known, 1365|I will go forth and take the cup in mine, 1365|And wash my forehead in the briny sea. 1365|In a village there is an inn 1365|Built of sand. So I went there 1365|And slept a sea-beaten sleep! 1365|And woke, to find a stranger there 1365|Who bade me take my fare;-- 1365|Who bade me take my fare, and said, 1365|"Go drink of this goodly water, 1365|For that one goodly man is dead." 1365|And in that inn I fared, 1365|And waited for the morrow's light, 1365|But never a word would I say 1365|To the man who bade me wait. 1365|When the great morning bells began, 1365|And the first cuckoo cried, 1365|I found I had been living, dead; 1365|And the dead were living me. 1365|O, my mother, who is this, 1365|Shouting through the night, as I walk? 1365|O, my mother, who dost thou see? 1365|What strange ghost is that that laughs and sings 1365|As I try to think and weep? 1365|Who is going through the land, 1365|With a voice like thunder, loud and shrill, 1365|And a face like a hundred years away? 1365|And is it the Unknown one, 1365|In the silent other world, 1365|And the One who never gives advice 1365|But walks in silence, alone? 1365|I cannot answer, or reply; 1365|I only wait in terror, sleep-dazed, 1365|For the voice and the face of the Unknown One. 1365|I cannot utter a sound, 1365|For the shadows are about my heart, 1365|And I cannot hear nor see 1365|On the path that leads to him, 1365|Or in the darkening hills afar, 1365|Or the street where goes my day, 1365|As I wait in terror for this stranger one. 1365|In my dreams it is the same 1365|That before my eyelids closed, 1365|In the hour that only kens, 1365|In the hour that only sings, 1365|Dost the form I love come to me? 1365|And my tears run over the floor, 1365|And the shadows come at my call, 1365|And I hear a thousand lips say, 1365|"If you do not bring the dead, 1365|The living know your secret." 1365|So I wait in terror and pain 1365|And the shadows come and go. 1365|And I know the voice of the dead, 1365|And the face that I have seen. 1365|Oh, the dark and silent nights, 1365|When I walk in the empty house; 1365|Oh, the long and silent days, 1365|When I sit by the flickering fire, 1365|Singing the dirge of all wasted hopes. 1365|Now the stars seem no more mine, 1365|And the light of the great moon has faded from the sky 1365|And the shadows fall on the wall; 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 36800 ======================================== 14757|He had a dream. The air blew by 14757|In the warm glow of a star. He stood 14757|And groped and heard its voice repeat 14757|A tale of long regret and wrong 14757|In words that died upon his lips: 14757|"Oh, but I loved a rose, a rose, 14757|A rose who died with dew on her! 14757|For I knew her for a spy-horn's sound-- 14757|She followed me around the wood 14757|To watch me steal from thorn to thorn 14757|Until her scent was stronger 14757|Than the panther's scent when caught." 14757|So the tale ran on. Like a song 14757|It ceased. The lightnings flashed and died. 14757|The voice sighed: "_Oh, but I loved a rose, 14757|A rose, a rose, a rose._" 14757|Then the wings of a black manta-fly 14757|Whispered, "He will come again, 14757|Come back to you, dear friend, to-night." 14757|And where the wind whistled 14757|I heard him come 14757|And the light wind shrieking 14757|Like a death-watch from the pits of hell.... 14757|I saw his big dark eyes, 14757|I heard his tall dark wings flapping overhead. 14757|What wilt will break the spell? 14757|He said once that he'd write and sell 14757|In a little town for a shilling 14757|A little novel he had made, 14757|And so the fairies led the way 14757|To a dark corner where the lidless spell lay. 14757|They led the way, ah me! 14757|_They_ led the way. And there he lay 14757|In the wet grass, and the wind 14757|Ruffled and scared him. It was all he knew of pain.... 14757|Ah, for the roses faint and fair 14757|Weeping for him on their bloomless strees! 14757|It was all he knew of pain.... 14757|He lay there, blind with the wet grass and the wind. 14757|Then they rose and vanished, they and the rain. 14757|_They_ and the rain.... 14757|_They lead the way._ 14757|_Weeping for him on their bloomless strees._ 14757|They led the way to where the lidless spell lay.... 14757|(Written during a tour of some one's piano. In a 14757|Forgotten tune by any other name.) 14757|In the old days, when the sun by the light of my soul 14757|Was full of life 14757|Like a little flower in April, long ago, 14757|I sat and played upon that same viol, 14757|And in this case 14757|Of violins the most beautiful part, I sing: 14757|A. M. Sohrab, viola-maker. 14757|In the warm light of my day's work 14757|I sit and play a very small piano, 14757|With a very cheap instrument, 14757|Whose wood is fashioned from the same hard earth, 14757|With a much heavier wood, 14757|And a much flimsier wood, 14757|And an instrument where Nature's hand is seen, 14757|For that's his very name,-- 14757|A. B. Sohrab, viola-maker. 14757|We found, in the forest where, in the dawn's green glow 14757|The pine-trees were growing, a new life among the sprays: 14757|We had stolen away to that hidden life; 14757|And the tree was very kind to us, we were so glad to find it! 14757|A. M. Sohrab, viola-maker. 14757|And when the day's work was over, all glad to be gone, 14757|And the light was dying in the world, and I lay in my room, 14757|When I thought of the old warmth returned, 14757|And the new life returned, 14757|And I thought of the old warmth and of the new life returned, 14757|I could feel the old time return; 14757|The sun came back again, and the wind too, 14757|And the world came back again; ======================================== SAMPLE 36810 ======================================== 15370|To the world unknown-- 15370|"And now I am free-- 15370|"'Twas never right!" 15370|It's "The Time you've missed," 15370|It's "What you missed," 15370|It's "The Place you missed-- 15370|It's "This Town 15370|You were dreaming-- 15370|Your heart was with "him," 15370|So the flowers broke-- 15370|My little man from "the West!" 15370|I wish you were here, 15370|I wish--I'm really sick, 15370|I think I'd like 15370|Just to fly away-- 15370|Just to fly away-- 15370|Just to fly away-- 15370|Just to fly away-- 15370|Just to fly away-- 15370|All the things 15370|That I missed! 15370|"How many were there?" 15370|"What number is that?" 15370|"Have you ever heard of the Blunderheads?" 15370|"I never heard of that-- 15370|But there once was a Blunderhead 15370|That looked just like her mother." 15370|"'Tis an age-old story," 15370|And I smiled; then I went a little out 15370|Upon my way; 15370|A strange old man, 15370|With a long, long beard. 15370|"A man," I said, " 15370|A man!" I cried, with some emotion, 15370|"Old as a dog, 15370|Old as a clock-- 15370|Wouldn't you rather 15370|Be a part of the world that I am?" 15370|The same old cry 15370|Wrecked in my heart-- 15370|I just answered, "Oh!" 15370|The man said, "A man! 15370|A man!" 15370|"A man! a man! a man! 15370|A man! a man!" 15370|I was not very well when first I came here: 15370|If I had been well when first I came here, 15370|I could not come here still hoping to be better. 15370|I've been as ill as he, 15370|And better--But the worst, as often as I've seen him, 15370|Is his wife, his children, and his little home. 15370|And, ever after, while he's on this great adventure, 15370|As far as I can judge, 15370|The worse he cries will be, 15370|And worse he gets the worse it grows and burns and burns. 15370|I see him every day 15370|And cry as he goes by; 15370|I know he'll better come 15370|When he's in the grave that's made for him by suffering. 15370|But never after I-- 15370|For life goes on forever in being 15370|And breath, and death, and tears; 15370|And I can never be 15370|As good as he when I'm dead and going to death. 15370|This little man with his long, long beard, 15370|This little lad with his long, short hair, 15370|This child that I love with such a love, 15370|This little, wild-eyed girl who weeps alone, 15370|I pity him if ever I saw him more. 15370|He might go back to the fighting that's in the East, 15370|To the dark, black wars in Belgium, and the fighting 15370|Outside the Chinese ships that beat his narrow lane. 15370|He might go back to the war and the blood and tears, 15370|To all the bitter privation his life affords. 15370|I pity him, for he doesn't know, what he shouldn't know-- 15370|How long the days are in the fighting, and how long 15370|The nights are bright. But I pity him most of all, 15370|For he's all I have and I can only leave him. 15370|I pity the sick child in his bed that has not slept. 15370|I've said, my little darling, the sick child has to wake. 15370|I don't think you like it and don't like it so much, 15370|The long, long nights, and the great, strange feverish pain. 15370| ======================================== SAMPLE 36820 ======================================== 35402|For the good red rose's sake in the woe of the red rose 35402|That was grown old with her. 35402|For the good red rose's sake in the woe of the red rose 35402|There was weeping and wailing and sorrow and a sin of tears, 35402|The red rose died to wear no crown and the red rose 35402|Lies on his breast and no man of all men mourneth of him 35402|For the good red rose's sake. 35402|The good red rose, O the red, red rose! 35402|The red rose shall bloom again no more! 35402|The red rose in the woe of a life gone to seed forlorn 35402|And a heart grown cold with the cold of another's grief 35402|And another's pain. 35402|For the good red rose, O the red, red rose! 35402|The red rose is grown! the Red Rose, O the red! 35402|It shall bloom once more and bloom bright and grow and live, 35402|But I hear the death-bell toll. 35402|As a spirit of the old and old-fashioned things 35402|That men have been and women have been, 35402|As a child of the simple things that God hath made 35402|And things that men have woven of wood, 35402|I am the poor dead rose. 35402|What shall make of me, 35402|What shall take my joy away, 35402|How shall I live to see again 35402|Men and women come to me 35402|From the dim, dark places where 35402|My body lay, 35402|Saying, "We need you, dear, 35402|This day for bread, 35402|This day for your love"-- 35402|What shall make of me, 35402|What shall make my loss rejoice, 35402|What shall make of me 35402|Make me who was, 35402|Something more than I, 35402|That, not in vain, 35402|Men and women come to me 35402|From the dim, dark places where 35402|My body lay, 35402|Saying, "We need you, dear, 35402|This day for bread, 35402|This day for your love", 35402|Satisfy my wonder's need 35402|While they who came can stand, 35402|Satisfy my doubt, 35402|While they who went 35402|Shall not grow old 35402|Men and women come to me 35402|From the dim, dark places where 35402|My body lay, 35402|With no grief at all, 35402|With no fear 35402|Of a change 35402|Though the Red Rose died. 35402|They cannot hear; they have no need 35402|Of any word between us and them: 35402|They love us, we know it and we love. 35402|There is a voice of love in a smile, 35402|A voice of love in a kiss and a sigh, 35402|A voice of love in the day we were two. 35402|We were true, and we are sweet to-day, 35402|And we will be true till the end of time, 35402|And we will not grow old nor change 35402|But we will not grow old nor change 35402|As we did of old. 35402|Though they hate us and pluck our eyes, 35402|Though they cast their teeth into us 35402|And break our body's one sad heart, 35402|We will have no bitterness nor naught 35402|Or anything but peace of mind. 35402|There is no anger nor sorrow nor hate 35402|To make us grow old nor change. 35402|Though they flay our flesh and their hearts have pain, 35402|Though they tear in many a terrible part, 35402|They will not change nor change, we know well, 35402|Who are as they are. 35402|Though their hands be white and their lips have no breath, 35402|Though their eyes have no brightness nor life, 35402|Our heads will be pure and our hearts be glad 35402|For we shall be glad in the end of all: 35402|We shall be glad in the end of all. 35402|There is no beauty nor no truth of the sea 35402|With ======================================== SAMPLE 36830 ======================================== 1287|What can I sing to thee, my darling, 1287|If not the beautiful, the grand? 1287|Thou art my throne, my bliss, my paradise, 1287|And I adore, adore, adore thee! 1287|When I once more 1287|Exalt my praise, 1287|With thee I vow, 1287|My praise to thee 1287|And to heaven I fly. 1287|O praise! for praise, 1287|O sweet delight, 1287|O the life of pleasure, joy, & ecstasy! 1287|Thou hast not loved me, sweet! 1287|That is not true; 1287|I only love thee, & I love thee. 1287|Thou art my life, my bliss, 1287|My soul's delight, 1287|My heart's, my sleep, my soul's dream; 1287|I only love thee & I love thee. 1287|The moon her silver rays 1287|With swiftness hurl 1287|Against the roof, when, lo! 1287|The windows fly, 1287|To leave her right 1287|And left she throw, 1287|The moon upon the sea; 1287|And each is shining 1287|With lustre rare 1287|To make her more 1287|Like sister of the sun. 1287|For thee I've sent 1287|A kiss, to make 1287|Thy lips as lucent 1287|As ever in these walls were seen. 1287|I love thee with an undivided love, 1287|And all the joys which life can give or take. 1287|Tho' scarce a breath 1287|Still thro' my frame, 1287|Is life sweet life that I do prove? 1287|And, tho' I find 1287|This life as short as life, 1287|Yet I would not delay, 1287|When thou art near, 1287|My friend to be! 1287|And I can say, 1287|In words of love, 1287|As gently as I can speak to thee. 1287|Thou art my soul, my joy, 1287|My hope afar; 1287|My joys that last! 1287|What more, oh, what more? 1287|Thy soul I'm yours, 1287|Thy life I give, 1287|To stay with thee! 1287|Thou'rt welcome here. 1287|I'm ever, my dear, 1287|Ever at rest; 1287|I trust in thee; 1287|I love thee, too, 1287|And can't forget thee! 1287|O LOVE! my heart is far from being young, 1287|And from the very first of the summer days 1287|That are so often the blooming hours 1287|To thee and thy light. 1287|But I can never forget how 1287|From the very first of the first of the days, 1287|When the first of the sunbeams was shining forth, 1287|I've watched 1287|With a yearning in my heart, when the light 1287|Of the joys had not yet left them, and then 1287|I'd look back and sigh,-- 1287|For I felt it my longing to see them, had I 1287|Could see them clear. 1287|I saw thee; thou wert there; 1287|"The day is very old," 1287|And yet thy look, it was the same 1287|As 'twas as when I last saw thee. 1287|Oh woe is me, it can't be so, 1287|For I could never be happy 1287|In a world so full of the joys of life, 1287|When I was very young. 1287|Yet I think it can't be so. 1287|The life of a young man is so full of bliss, 1287|All that's to be loved, and the one he should seek 1287|He must love, and so must I. 1287|That I love him was always my thought, 1287|And I found that happiness was 1287|A bliss that ne'er could find me. 1287|Love is all-sufficient, 1287|E'en love with its own fire 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 36840 ======================================== 16265|I wisht 'twere some kind angel had come in from the sky 16265|And sent this book. 16265|It's funny how all these things turn out 16265|When all is said. 16265|If I'd known when I got home, 16265|To which I meant to go, 16265|And found the clock that struck ten, 16265|I'd have called straightway,-- 16265|I ought not to have done 16265|The little work on the wall 16265|Now I've told you that 16265|You will not like it, I know, 16265|I know I am afraid 16265|To put some letters where they 16265|Would go. 16265|But now, come, it's time for my 16265|Last story--so. 16265|That's nothing to you! 16265|Of course, I did it all by heart, 16265|And, when I get close to the end, 16265|I think you'll think it all 16265|As pretty as you do now as I do 16265|The things I say. 16265|And if you do, in spite of me, 16265|Go look in the Bible. Look in 16265|The book of Deuteronomy. 16265|But that's too bad; I could never understand 16265|The other stories. One of the angels 16265|Has wings and flies, and if you read it right 16265|He looks as if the other wings and flies 16265|Instead of coming gently down to kiss 16265|And caress and do nothing. 16265|And that's too bad. I could have enjoyed it! 16265|And now, dear Jane,-- 16265|You know I've always seen the thing as if 16265|I read it,--it's like the second book 16265|In the sixth; and still, you know, when I was 16265|On my last legs, just now, and all my mind 16265|Was on the other girls and boys, I met, 16265|Half-seen, half-heard; and one just passing by 16265|Went smiling at me, without speaking a word, 16265|And turned to go. 16265|And she must have got her supper, and said, 16265|Suddenly looking up, "Come here," or "Good day, 16265|My name's Jane," or "Don't look at me, Jane." 16265|And then, a good old fellow, and dressed 16265|Like a chap for work, with legs that went 16265|Full of ribbands, and such a mien 16265|He must have looked, for I could see all 16265|That, to my looking, in those very dark glasses 16265|Did clear, blue skies, and clouds, like stars, shine. 16265|"He's a nice fellow," I thought to myself, 16265|"Not that we never found him rude, 16265|And you won't go off so well, he knows 16265|A lot about his wings and flying." 16265|As I was crossing down the road once more 16265|(They say that in this country of ours 16265|They are not very proud of "our town") 16265|I heard a woman say to a man: 16265|"What d'yer think o' this city, my man? 16265|I'd mingle with anybody, no question! 16265|But I say,--it's awful--this man's a saint, 16265|And the angels would feel as if they couldn't," 16265|And at the end of the sentence, turning to me, 16265|With the air of one who felt some sympathy, 16265|"I think you ought to know this man, the man 16265|Of the village." 16265|We all agreed, 16265|And of course he took me in. 16265|We talked and talked, 16265|And laughed about the little things that he 16265|Had made or had planned or wished and done 16265|For his own little village--he of the 16265|Little village,--with its churches and its 16265|Small white houses, with their gaily-coloured 16265|Tiles, and its gabled roofs like a great French 16265|Romance, where all his neighbours thought he 16265|Was merely an imitation. The woman 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 36850 ======================================== 1279|To see ane o' men, an' neibor in 't. 1279|On that day they 'd gie her 't, for a' hersel-- 1279|She was a good young lady wi' a' hersel: 1279|But I canna gi'e my auld age a shilling, 1279|Or e'en her grace to meet in the street, 1279|For I was sair wearied o' life and its pleasures; 1279|My heart was sair in that I was young. 1279|I took a cottage on the banks o' the Clyde, 1279|I had my dwelling-place for sair on the banks o' the Clyde. 1279|I had a wife and son on the banks o the Clyde; 1279|But ane wi' luck may live to be ten times la more wi' me. 1279|Come, let us gang an' tak a walk 1279|O'er the lee-ward banks o' the Clyde;-- 1279|The sun blinks effaced on the land;-- 1279|The stream runs smooth and free, 1279|The moonlight shines on the billowy sweep, 1279|And the sunshiny day awakes 1279|On the lee-ward banks o' the Clyde. 1279|The sun looks down in the eye of the wave, 1279|It shines on the foam o' the swelling stream; 1279|And a laddie writes for King, 1279|Wi' a teaspial for his bread, 1279|And auld Scotland through the dark dights, 1279|Cries the piper at sic a tune. 1279|And we sit on the banks o' the lea, 1279|Sae happy as kings are sae-- 1279|While the merry nightingale sings 1279|O'er the foam o' the rising stream. 1279|The moon sends her gentle beams, 1279|On the calm and ever flowing tide, 1279|To soften the heart and cheer the breast 1279|Of the patriot and free. 1279|Come now, ye beaux!--and ye brithers stout and wild, 1279|That dine at Honnor's royal haunt-- 1279|Come with brains, and walk with care 1279|Up the lane o' Honnor Hieland. 1279|Wi' the lasses this may cheer, 1279|An' join in the roundelay-- 1279|The bonny greenwood gives delight. 1279|The bonny greenwood gives delight, 1279|But muther things come by air-- 1279|In a dallying tone, 1279|In a dallying tone, 1279|Then ae jaunt o' siller bands. 1279|The river bank is brown and bare, 1279|Ye can hear the breaking of the wave-- 1279|But airey tunes I hear 1279|The prettiest in all Scotland. 1279|Benevolite bonny lands! 1279|The nightingale's praise be sung! 1279|Sae, i' faith, I will to them rehearse 1279|The sweetest of accents, I will-- 1279|The sweetest o' all accents. 1279|When the mavis pipes on Highland braes, 1279|And the blackbird sings frae hill to hill, 1279|The nightingale is foremost in beauty's praise, 1279|The nightingale is foremost in beauty's praise. 1279|Then the blackbird, the bonny greenwood he, 1279|He sings, and the nightingale is near, 1279|O'er fallen blooms and flowers sweet scented, 1279|The bonny greenwood, the bonny greenwood she, 1279|O'er the hill of his troggin aye drinking, 1279|Is the sweetest of Scottish tunes. 1279|TUNE--_'There sits ane at death's door a lass.'_ 1279|O whar was she blethering to her son? 1279|Or was't the bonny greenwood that stood by? 1279|Or was't the brook that ran by her side? 1279|And dinna the wee black cat wag her little eye? 1279|Or is't the blossom twining amorous in her cheek ======================================== SAMPLE 36860 ======================================== 8785|That these two bodies, now so white, were. When thus 8785|He had set himself forth, me Beati first 8785|Seized, and cried out, "Lo! thy faithful guide 8785|Angus! it doth appear that thou art here!" 8785|Then I to him, "Old zealot! whence inquisitive!" 8785|"And if I did not know and thou wast blind," 8785|He answered, "yet gave me leave to guess." 8785|"And who wast thou?" exclaim'd he. "And who was yonder one, 8785|That took the least offence at thy attire?" 8785|"I was a universityman," I strake him, 8785|"And riding in the coracle, heard one adjure 8785|Another to peace." He answering: "I am he, 8785|Who brought the animal into this vale, 8785|That so transgressour it of devils I am. 8785|"The text," said I, "shows that clones came forth 8785|Out of the litter, which thus has dishonour'd 8785|The pile, and crim'd its rearing members thus. 8785|Thirty are we in the coracle; and each 8785|Of them is here palp'd" -- and here he turn'd 8785|With finger hurting, and said: "So learn at large 8785|Of this one lesson, that in later life, 8785|When better counsels fail me, I may henceforth 8785|Grasp the thin ends of the scholar's glove." 8785|Speaking of the code, of which I now speak, 8785|From which your origin I expect to learn, 8785|Respond'd I: "That sect is of such baneful doctrine, 8785|That all who in it converse, are by despair 8785|Hew'd into hell." He answering thus: "What island 8785|Are ye? and whence your waters?" With Evil Eye 8785|My Saviour thus spied I walking, when a shout 8785|Was exhal'd from heaven, for "O ye blessed!" (God 8785|So pleased to make me smile), "O look down and see!" 8785|Then saw I people, and each one did gaz'd 8785|Within the blessed lake, that circular rim 8785|Fantastically depicted on was descry'd, 8785|And of such festivity was ne'er seen. 8785|The guides each one agree'd that we should stand 8785|On the other side, indicating the direction 8785|To the next theatre; and from that the wind, 8785|That bloweth from the right, advis'd that way 8785|For walking, "so that expediency holds." 8785|E'en thus the honour of so just an act, 8785|Perform'd not even thought of in itself, 8785|But by intelligence actuate in me, 8785|Whose intellect no natural part, 8785|Made mistake of, neither through unask'd faith, 8785|Nor through not seeking. My peers in silence heard 8785|From on high, and each one with astounded look 8785|Began: "Blessed indeed, according to thy report, 8785|Is she, to whom our Lord to gratulation gives 8785|This realm, whereof He hath given so many a sign, 8785|As have established firmly in our thought 8785|His universal rule." And as one, who finds 8785|Some stone unsightly or an ugly mark, 8785|Fixes his desire too firmly, and the change 8785|Heavy on him, such was I, and so stood I; 8785|And such the Master saw, who yielding gave me sight. 8785|"There is design'd in him, of whom I have told thee, 8785|A lurking foe, who plights against th' eternal happiness 8785|His enemies. 'This power, this grace,' he said, 8785|To seek the world's good lost, and to find it there, 8785|Is here displayed." Thus he described; and I 8785|Another, as bearing thus his plan, follow'd on. 8785|"That purpose, which encouragement he refus'd, 8785|Bid him desist, for that was his design; 8785|And out of self-interest he must needs withdraw ======================================== SAMPLE 36870 ======================================== May is here again! 36954|And the sun-rise shall be splendid 36954|On the banks of the old river, 36954|And the music of children's voices 36954|Shall make all the air resound. 36954|The little ones we have cherished 36954|In the midst of their joy will be-- 36954|When the evening is over, 36954|Sweet smiles and dear kisses, 36954|To keep a-tremble of laughter 36954|Through the years with their love. 36954|And I'll go, dear mother, from this 36954|Grateful house and bright home; 36954|Where the little ones now will not 36954|Fear to die when the years are done, 36954|And I sit before the picture 36954|Of the fair young mother there. 36954|The sun has set, the night has come, 36954|And, ah! my tears wouldst start, 36954|The day is full of a peaceful glow, 36954|And I'd like once more to rest. 36954|'Tis not that oft, in sorrow's strife, 36954|Life seems so dark and full of danger, 36954|That I would like to go away, 36954|And take up my rest and calm there, 36954|By a stream with a quiet flow; 36954|A pleasant stream, with a winding river, 36954|A river so calm and deep, 36954|Where I might draw and drink by the cool, clear draught, 36954|And thus drink my fill for a while. 36954|For though the stream were full in the day, 36954|And though it slumbered through the wet weather, 36954|I'd not wish for a deeper stream, 36954|Nor a day that was dull and drear 36954|For such as I should stay and rest there. 36954|Where the meadow-waters never sigh, 36954|Where the woods so thickly bower, 36954|As night's dusky curtains soon shall hang 36954|O'er my peaceful dreamy rest; 36954|And the sky is blue above, 36954|And the forest-sweet below, 36954|O, let my tears be ever flow 36954|To cool the heart of mirth. 36954|And I'll lay on this white pillow, sweetheart, 36954|A smile of love and peace-- 36954|And so rest--and, on this night of sorrow, 36954|My weary eyes will steal 36954|The smile of love and peace, 36954|And so sleep--in peaceful dreams. 36954|There are eyes the heart-beat o' the eyes, that 36954|weep o'er life's weary e'e; 36954|And oh! an angel's smile is sweet as 36954|their dewy snow. 36954|'Tis not the tears that rise a-sweat 'neath the 36954|eyes, 36954|That break and melt from the troubled orbs of 36954|the heart-broken child, 36954|Or ever the bright smile turns tear to 36954|prayer-drops. 36954|'Tis not the sorrows that come 'neath the eyelids 36954|that fall, 36954|That bring to each heart a heart-warping 36954|and solemn thought; 36954|No, the smile, with its soft, untroubled 36954|and peaceful gleam, 36954|Is a far too solemn thing for 36954|our hearts to dread. 36954|Yet we weep o'er the soulless, lost and 36954|wandering ways, 36954|And in the sad tears which fall o'er the 36954|fled and desolate spots of the soul 36954|dwell. 36954|'Tis not the thoughts of the future, and 'tis 36954|not life's long quest 36954|That we weep o'er with thee, and our tears 36954|are tears of the heart. 36954|But 'tis thou that dost love the way that we 36954|sleep by-- 36954|And the dear old days when we were 36954|young and glad, 36954|And in those days we saw thy face. 36954|There are no memories now to greet thee; 'tis 36954|a changed, cold, sad earth; 36954|No ======================================== SAMPLE 36880 ======================================== 38520|To the world's last farthest frontier-- 38520|I am there. O! I know,--but wait 38520|And see the dawn! 38520|"My boy, the night is gray, though dawn be bright! 38520|The night is gray with cold and darkness, but the dawn, bright 38520|With its wings over the dark, shall surely sweep thee home."-- 38520|Faintly comes still the voice of evening over me, 38520|O my dear heart, from where my feet have wandered, 38520|But I hear it in the old, forgotten ways, 38520|A little voice of warning from the hours that were, 38520|And the old dreams of love in a golden dreamer's lamp. 38520|I see the old gray city where the star was lost, 38520|I feel again the charm of those happy years, 38520|And I am filled with the love of the old times, 38520|Even as my child. 38520|I dreamed of a maiden that leaned out of heaven, 38520|And, with gentle words in her voice, 38520|And a smile of pure moonlight and glory, 38520|We went, and I saw her. 38520|I saw her there,--ah! that smile of pure pride 38520|Had no smile of the face as it had appeared in dreams; 38520|Her form and soul were more perfect than the form 38520|That now I trace in this happy place. 38520|I dream I stood beside her in a dream 38520|When she leaned out of heaven and held me close to her; 38520|I saw her hands and lips and eyes, 38520|And I kissed them, and smiled upon her. 38520|Then all the old gray city seemed to smile down on us, 38520|As our hands were clasped in hers and wandered slow to and fro, 38520|Then, all the long night through, as we turned to each other 38520|I saw her stand and watched us. 38520|I am waiting for the dawn of Time 38520|(Which is but a day away), 38520|A face, of a lighter hue, 38520|Than the face that lit my day; 38520|A hand and a voice, that I know, 38520|That I must hear as it dies, 38520|When the soul of me has been sent 38520|On its upward way to God. 38520|I am waiting for the sign that says 38520|Life has ceased to be a burden; 38520|Then all the old gray city becomes 38520|To be but another form, 38520|And I wake from a dream apart 38520|And remember that I am here. 38520|O'er the fields which once our little feet 38520|Flouted with joy and mad abandon, 38520|Lay, in slow decay, long time untold. 38520|The harvest-moon of Love's bright harvests 38520|Was full for years, but never gleamed. 38520|The stars, with noiseless footfall, 38520|Stepped from the world to Heaven, 38520|And on their pale and dusky pinions 38520|Hed ever onward to their task. 38520|And, like a lonely ghost, beneath, 38520|Lay Love, in death, alone. 38520|But now all fields are ours again, 38520|And here the last day's harvest-trees 38520|Grow, by our steps, closer in-- 38520|Each friend to us a blessing, in turn, 38520|And every grain its soul of heaven. 38520|I am lost to the past; and, having lost 38520|The bitter gain of knowledge and delight, 38520|I long to wander on by other shores, 38520|Where more is known and more is real than here. 38520|No, not in search of new and changed lives, 38520|But some new hope of the life of men;-- 38520|Some new outlook on life's endless strife, 38520|And what most moves us in our constant strife,-- 38520|Some transcendental love for living things, 38520|Some new vision of the infinite nature, 38520|Some bold resolve not to be slaves, but masters, 38520|Some fresh, ideal feeling for the future, 38520|Some keen, spiritual feeling for the past. 38520|For ======================================== SAMPLE 36890 ======================================== A very good friend has been a very bad 38565|friend: 38565|The day will come that he will be all alone, and his heart 38565|will be cold to the sound of his own voice. 38565|There was a lady was having a great roast; 38565|She had a great and a very good wife; 38565|She had an old dog and a fool-hard ass, 38565|And a dear little white owl that sat on his knee. 38565|The owl sat on his knees and his tail was 38565|So long and thin that it fell from them, 38565|And the wife sat on a chair and her legs were 38565|So small that they couldn't stand upon their legs. 38565|There was a man, with a great, wonderful beard; 38565|He had a bright and stately brain, 38565|That twined, with a silver pin, 38565|And a wafer with precious stones about it. 38565|To the wafer there came a lovely maid, 38565|"Oh, I am so scared!" cried the beard, 38565|"I am so scared, I'm very scared!" 38565|The wafer had the sweetest kisses ever; 38565|The beard put back his head to say 38565|That it said "Sweet," but the wafer had a tear, 38565|The beard put back his head again. 38565|A man with long, white hair 38565|That seemed to shine with the dew 38565|In the night of June-time, 38565|In the still, still night. 38565|A little baby sat on his knee, 38565|He was sleepy and sleepy, 38565|As his old wig hung low, 38565|As it did when he came from school. 38565|"Where has my baby gone?" 38565|"Why, that, my child," said the wight, 38565|"If I tell you where, 38565|You'll cry till you'd find a clod. 38565|He went to the store, where the pye stood, 38565|To buy a platter, and cozened himself; 38565|But as he was looking in the glass, 38565|He saw old Harry standing there. 38565|He stood there a week and a day; 38565|Then all at once, in a fury, 38565|He cried "A witch!" and "a witch there!" 38565|And then he was gone, like a flash, 38565|As you saw the last of him go. 38565|Now there was an old farm-house by the way, 38565|With a gate paved with gray stone, 38565|Which was called the "Little Poultry Hill," 38565|When young Jack fell in with a woman there. 38565|The farm-house was not the best; 38565|It was haunted all round with birds, 38565|And dogs ran about in their holes, 38565|And children could not keep still; 38565|For sometimes the tall old fox 38565|Would come down through the window-lees, 38565|And look into the "Little Poultry Hill," 38565|When Jack fell in with a woman there. 38565|Then Mary came and looked, and said, 38565|That she had a son, 38565|And that her son's name was Jack, 38565|And Jack was ten years old. 38565|She told Jack to call her "Mary," 38565|That was all they said; 38565|And she had no more children 38565|After Jack and Jack. 38565|Mary told Jack to leave her soon 38565|When he brought her children home, 38565|And Jack went and told his mother 38565|He would be good and good. 38565|And he went at night when Mary 38565|Had sent him to the plow, 38565|And he always took Mary 38565|To his father's farm-house door. 38565|And he told her every one 38565|That came near Mary's house-- 38565|The children, and all folks about 38565|And Mary's own dear sons. 38565|This story is told by no one, but I think it is 38565|perfectly true about Mary. I have seen her at the farm, 38565|where they gave her many lessons, and she learned all about 38565| ======================================== SAMPLE 36900 ======================================== 34298|Foiled and haggard with the bitter earth; 34298|Yet in the world, 'tis only to be led, 34298|To follow, though 'tis only at the best; 34298|And, more than this, the good to hate the more,-- 34298|For, lo, the good to love, and yet to spare! 34298|Yet this the world has made thy very soul, 34298|Nor thee, O man, can give thee more than life; 34298|Whom, thus, thou never knew from birth to birth,-- 34298|And, since the world has made thee blind to all 34298|That man has taught, how blind to Heaven hath given! 34298|"But the same withers now, when it once hath been, 34298|With the last leaf. The winter winds, which fell 34298|Upon the barren leaves when Love was young 34298|No frost so quickly sews, as those which cast 34298|The last bloom, the last splendour on the stone! 34298|"The good is gone and thou, my life, which lost 34298|All virtue but in pity, must decay! 34298|The world is but a name as vain, and false; 34298|And that which God, in nature and in works, 34298|Is ever good,--is ever so. To look, 34298|Be strong, as thou canst be, is thy first care; 34298|Be thou as thou hast ever been, or wilt be; 34298|To make or to unsmake thee--that were worst -- 34298|"Thine own and a brother's honour to endue; 34298|If that be not, I shall love thee, who would leave 34298|All the world and all men for one friend like thee! 34298|Love, who alone can break that heart that's broke! 34298|And that be thine, as I became, that I; 34298|Love, the last hope of all true men, my dear!" 34298|Thus, as she spoke, her hand slipped on his heart, 34298|And, mingling with the gentle air, drew down 34298|A tender thought from the world's twilight bowers 34298|Where her fair soul, from all worlds unknown, 34298|Breathed its own mysteries of life and death! 34298|And he, with that soft look upon his face, 34298|Looked up for what must be, and heard her say; 34298|"Love,--love!"--"To love is to be loved again; 34298|To lose love is to lose the best of all! 34298|Loved of more, thy love had not the power; 34298|From that deep core of suffering and pride, 34298|From the true man, the noble, the free,-- 34298|From him at whose strong hand the chain snaps; 34298|"To whom I dared with all my spirits be 34298|The first step from the lowest depths of life; 34298|To him, who would give all the whole of all 34298|In return for one dear thing or true; 34298|Who in each deed, and with each thought and word, 34298|Makes the sweet life more beautiful than life!" 34298|"All these shall pass, when this, my life in rest, 34298|Is but a dream,--an empty dream apart: 34298|And I shall wake,--the last, pale shadow in 34298|The day;--I shall wake--and see it not,-- 34298|But, from the sea, upon life's unknown shore, 34298|I, the first of all, the last of all, 34298|The last of all, shall look again on thee. 34298|"With my own heart thy image shall abide, 34298|To be a part of it when we part; 34298|When thy loved face is wakened from its sleep, 34298|And, through the still hours, my lips at noon, 34298|I shall touch the hand so sweetly, and say, 34298|"Remember thee, dear God, thee and thine eyes, 34298|Though _I_ love them, love thee best of all; 34298|Remember _me_, dear God, when I am done!" 34298|All which the spirit breathes and feels, 34298|Each word it utters and looks, 34298| ======================================== SAMPLE 36910 ======================================== 1924|And never a word I said 1924|Save, "God bless you, mother dear": 1924|I'd like to meet her there, 1924|She is such a kind woman, 1924|And I think she is kind. 1924|I should like to get on well together, 1924|And live the life I dreamed about, 1924|And never want a word or frown 1924|From any woman I met.... 1924|I think, indeed, she'd be a sweet soul, 1924|And gentle and kind and true; 1924|And I myself would like to be 1924|A kind of brother to her. 1924|And so for ever, my dear little girl, 1924|I love you; I wait for the breaking day 1924|That you shall be a little girl again, 1924|One of the many little girls you were 1924|That long ago grew up and died. 1924|The dark with the moon is dark 1924|On the hills of the winter morn 1924|When I last saw you; 1924|The night is still with the stars 1924|While I look at you, and so sleep. 1924|I look at the sky of the morn, 1924|And am glad that I saw you, 1924|Because so many bright things 1924|Are flying from me far and wide 1924|From the little hands of the stars. 1924|I look at the earth and am glad 1924|That the ground is covered over, 1924|Because so often the grass 1924|Has laughed at me, and I was glad 1924|That its laughter is hushed in the grave. 1924|I look through the window at the west and west, 1924|As I wait till the springtime comes, 1924|And the trees that stand in rows 1924|Are covered with leaves that are white as wool, 1924|And so white and so soft and free: 1924|The wind will make them as white as snow, 1924|And the sun will make them as white as leopard's skin, 1924|And a wind out of the west will sigh 1924|And a wind in the east will shiver and shake 1924|Everything to its sheen and hue. 1924|I see the world in the springtime in the west, 1924|As I wait till the morn comes, 1924|And the earth will look at its ripples 1924|And smile as it turns over 1924|The little little trees that are green and fair, 1924|And the birds that are singing in song. 1924|There was a child--oh, that child! 1924|A child of the years gone by, 1924|A child of the lands we live in, 1924|Of the past that passed away, 1924|Of the future that lies ahead, 1924|Of the world in the springtime coming, 1924|When the wind will moan in the dusk 1924|And the birds will sing in the dusk 1924|O'er the little child who lies on the grass 1924|Who laughed with her little, soft, free feet 1924|O'er the roses of the rosebush-beds. 1924|And the wind will sigh and sigh 1924|And the birds will be singing low 1924|O'er the little child who lies in the grass, 1924|Who laughed with her little, soft, free feet 1924|O'er the roses of the rosebush-beds. 1924|A wind to the west will blow, 1924|And the snow will cover all the world all over: 1924|And the earth will lie all white with its snow: 1924|And my little children will sleep in the dark. 1924|The heart of the winter leaves will be white 1924|When the stars are bright and the sun shines clear: 1924|There will be white up the road 1924|To my cottage all of me. 1924|I'll stand in the moonlight, and I'll watch the stars 1924|Go, like white feet that walk by the moonlit stream: 1924|I'll stand in the sun, and I'll watch the snow come down 1924|On the little white child in my arms all night long. 1924|The stars are dancing where they lay 1924|All night long in a garden fair, 1924 ======================================== SAMPLE 36920 ======================================== 1418|When the moon was bright and the skies were blue, 1418|And the great sea in his glory gleamed, 1418|The white sails flapped in the sky; 1418|And the Queen of the Seas was bathing by: 1418|They were taking a walk in the sun, 1418|And the great sea in his glory gleamed! 1420|To my young friend, a man of a great estate, 1420|"How can I go on with the old song?" 1420|He smiled and said: "In that case let my tongue 1420|Lie at your feet. 1420|But to-morrow, if you ask me, I will say no." 1420|You do forget your own mouth? I remember 1420|It was all I had to say, 1420|And was but a little thing to do; 1420|I should have remembered the dear 1420|Whispered. 1420|You have forgotten? Well, when you and I 1420|Went away and lived separately, 1420|I can't forget that I heard you whisper 1420|When first you and I were alone. 1420|You could not remember the way we thought 1420|When we two thought of it alone? 1420|But you remember with what faith we pled 1420|To our Lord--and you tell me that we pled 1420|With the heart of Christ, not any other. 1420|You are still the same young old head 1420|Who once sang about the sky; 1420|You say you are going to say 'That' 1420|And 'There,' when all night long you sang about 1420|The sky, I know. But when you do not, 1420|I know it will be 'There' again. 1420|You say that the way to be sure 1420|To live, and have lived so freely, 1420|Was to have never heard of Death. 1420|And you say that 'This' meant Life. 1420|And you say that the way to know 1420|Was to trust all to the Truth. 1420|And when you say that you mean the Truth, 1420|Why, then it's 'That,' then 'There,' then 'Here.' 1420|The truth may not be simple or clear; 1420|It may not seem to be free from Error. 1420|It may not be beautiful, or bright, 1420|Or howsoever holy, nor dear 1420|To that sweetest, most human way of trust: 1420|But, O young friend, if not 'This,' 1420|You'll say 'There,' another way. 1420|You see me in the lightest dress 1420|Or the best most strangeest garb. 1420|I'm the little child with hair 1420|That walks with the little feet. 1420|I'm the little girl in pink 1420|Who is always asking me 1420|Why the little bells in the window do not answer. 1420|I am the little lady bright 1420|And white with bright white shoes, 1420|And I go to market with the little lords. 1420|I am the little lady grey 1420|Who gets so angry and so very sad, 1420|When they come crying to her, 1420|She comes to the window alone, 1420|The moon is so very white and silver and so soft and cold. 1420|I would not be so brave, 1420|If the wind should do me harm, 1420|And the stars could help me not, 1420|I'd go down in despair, 1420|And sleep with the dead: 1420|I would not go down there-- 1420|It would be cruel so, I must rest my head with the dew. 1420|The morning is bright and the sun smiles 1420|On the little flowers, 1420|And the little leaves cry, 1420|They are tired and love play 1420|In the sunny morn, 1420|The birds call through the woodland, 1420|I dream in my heart: 1420|Oh, I dream in the dawn 1420|When I watch by the wall, 1420|The garden's green and sweet, 1420|I dream in my heart! 1420|Oh, I dream in the sun 1420|The lovely day is done, 1420| ======================================== SAMPLE 36930 ======================================== 15553|Or to the grave's chill edge. 15553|But I'd rather go this way, 15553|With the old road, still the same. 15553|Let the stormy winds howl wild! 15553|I care not for the rain; 15553|Only my sister's eyes to see, 15553|To hear the rain fall. 15553|No, the old road, the old road, 15553|Is the road I would have chosen! 15553|And I've only to stop my feet 15553|By the blind man's hand. 15553|I'd rather kneel beside my sister, 15553|Swinging as she goes past, 15553|Swinging, swinging--ah, so swinging! 15553|Swinging, swinging! 15553|For the rain falls thick and loud! 15553|And I need a breath to push her 15553|Up that road so new and wide! 15553|If a stone could only fly-- 15553|A stone, a stone, a stone, 15553|I would give it to my sister, 15553|Swinging as she goes by. 15553|It comes with the morning, it comes at night, 15553|It cometh from the morning and the south; 15553|There's a light in the darkness as you pass, 15553|And the moon is shining in the road you drive. 15553|When the wind comes to the sea, 15553|And the foam is against my face, 15553|I am very glad because 15553|My boat still goes a-sailing. 15553|It comes from the hills and shakes 15553|The trembling cliffs from end to end-- 15553|Where my father was a boy. 15553|It cometh from the North-East, 15553|The land of the rising sun, 15553|To make a mighty wind. 15553|What will my mother say, 15553|When she hears my boat go past? 15553|--But a merry wind she hears, 15553|As of a thousand rills at play. 15553|What shall my heart say, 15553|When she sees my friend a-sea 15553|Come sailing through the bay? 15553|A shadow in the gloom. 15553|What shall my home say, 15553|When it learns that it's a-sailing-- 15553|A-sailing, sailing, singing? 15553|What shall my spirit say, 15553|When it stands in the awful dark 15553|And hears my sister call? 15553|A-miding, a-sinking, 15553|At sea, at sea, 15553|At sea, at sea! 15553|They do not know me, they do not know me, 15553|I come, and they are gone, 15553|Forth, scattered--gone forever! 15553|All day with joy I pass, 15553|A sad, white sailor on the sea, 15553|But they are not me. 15553|They do not know me, they do not know me, 15553|I come, and they are gone, 15553|Forth, scattered--gone forever! 15553|Away, away, with joy, 15553|For what does sailing mean? 15553|Naught but a joyous flight, 15553|A flight of little birds 15553|Over the white waves flying, 15553|A little song from the woods, 15553|A flight of little flowers 15553|Tossed up into the sun, 15553|A little sunshine, a little rain, 15553|The grass still green in the road, 15553|A little wind, a little rain, 15553|A little sun, a little sun, 15553|A little wind, a little rain, 15553|So what does sailing mean? 15553|Naught but a joyous flight, 15553|A flight of little birds 15553|Over the white waves flying, 15553|A little song from the woods, 15553|A flight of little flowers 15553|Tossed up into the sun, 15553|A little sunshine, a little rain, 15553|The grass still green in the road, 15553|A little wind, a little rain, 15553|A little sun, a little sun, 15553|And I am a king to rule, and you ======================================== SAMPLE 36940 ======================================== 19226|Sink or stand tall, 19226|Or with the strength of our mightiness; 19226|And, when men seek 19226|To hold a line against thee, 19226|Hear but the call 19226|Of the storm-wind, or the wild wind, 19226|The wild strong wind, 19226|The call of thy father, the great Ocean; 19226|The call of the long fight 19226|For the faith of the nations; 19226|For the freedom that God has granted; 19226|For the right of all men 19226|To food and clothing: 19226|The cry of the old, that shall waken the new dawn; 19226|The cry of a people, 19226|Borne over the wild wave, 19226|From the land of the dread misty waters, 19226|To speak, for the cry of the new people, the new Earth; 19226|The cry of the long-eyed children 19226|From the dark, strange faces, 19226|The cry of the unborn 19226|Who have waited all their lives, and are a part of the 19226|New days, the great new days: 19226|With the strength and the courage of the old, great people; 19226|With eyes opened wide, 19226|Full of hope and of love, and with a vision of the 19226|New World, the New World Days. 19226|The cry-mist is white, 19226|And the cloud is grey; 19226|The cry-wind in the misty air is still and stiller; 19226|With the air of white 19226|Over her head. 19226|The cry-cloud is dim, 19226|But the lightning is bright; 19226|In the clouds of the west the sunlight is flashing, 19226|'Neathneath the cloud, 19226|There is a little ship, an empty, a desolate ship-- 19226|And we are going over the sea, we are going over the sea. 19266|Tall as a firs, 19266|And square as a saplin; 19266|Square as a church, 19266|And tall as a fir-tree. 19266|No other trees 19266|Are taller, 19266|And whiter-- 19266|No other flowers 19266|Are finer. 19266|Sage and stickle, 19266|And the grassy ground 19266|Are stouter; 19266|And the sun shines 19266|Softer-- 19266|Sage and stickle, 19266|And the grassy ground 19266|Are better. 19266|No other sheep 19266|Are better, 19266|And cheaper; 19266|And the wind blows 19266|Better 19266|And cheaper. 19266|And the tide is at nine, the tide is at nine o'clock, 19266|The river flows at a trot, the tide is at ten, and the 19266|"Come, fill the pail, and put the kettle on, 19266|And let it bubble so high 19266|That all the world may see 19266|And hear and count the feet." 19266|"O, that was a ballad, 19266|Of a boy going his round 19266|To water them on the green." 19266|"And it may be a little hard to believe, 19266|That, in a very few days, 19266|A ballad was blown to heaven, 19266|Of a brave, brave young man 19266|On a gallant errand!" 19266|"O, that was a ballad, 19266|Of a knight with a gallant ball, 19266|And a fair maid to tend, 19266|And a noble host in the rear!" 19266|"O! but you may believe, alas! 19266|That it was a story true: 19266|That God sent a young knight forth 19266|To lead and govern all." 19266|"O! no, not a ballad, 19266|But how I did hear of love." 19266|So say I, and you cannot doubt, 19266|But I may speak a truth; 19266|And as I was going to school, 19266|To talk of love and men, 19266|A lady knocked at my chamber door. 19266 ======================================== SAMPLE 36950 ======================================== 1365|But all the woods of the hill will be the scene. 1365|From the hillside and the vale above, 1365|The woods of the hill will be the scene. 1365|And the sun, upon the lake, and the hill, 1365|Shall all be shining, and shining, and shining 1365|On the city of Avondam; 1365|And all the sun shall be 1365|Lit by the gleam of the lake and the hill, 1365|And the sun, upon the lake and the hill! 1365|O, ye that toils, with the old, and the young, 1365|With the poor, and the rich, and the oldest, 1365|In the work of your hands! 1365|Ye that labour and weep! 1365|The poor are weak, the rich are old; 1365|The poor are bent with the pangs of Desolation 1365|But the poor are the sons of the Father 1365|And the poor are the sons of the Father. 1365|Ye that sing and that pray! 1365|The poor, who are orphans for lack of breath, 1365|Shall hear the glad tidings of Peace at last 1365|By the glad tidings of Peace at last. 1365|Ye that weep and the sick and the poor! 1365|O poor, O sick, in your bonds! 1365|In spite of all your toil, 1365|You shall hear the glad tidings of Peace 1365|As the glad tidings of Peace at last. 1365|Ye that dream and are not wakeful! 1365|In spite of all your sleep, 1365|Shall hear the glad tidings, as a bird 1365|Sounds glad on the clear air, O glad tidings! 1365|Shall hear the glad tidings, as a bird! 1365|All things shall be glad at last; 1365|The mountain and the water, 1365|The mountain and the land, 1365|The river and the forest, 1365|The river and the sea. 1365|All things shall be glad at last; 1365|The birds in the apple-trees, 1365|The water-lilies in flood, 1365|The gentle ripples at play; 1365|God, who is a king, 1365|And rules the rolling earth 1365|Of His young sons in heaven! 1365|And in the heart of all you 1365|He dwells the truest brother; 1365|And with your dreams, my brothers, 1365|He sends you His angels 1365|To make the green earth more sweet, 1365|And bless the summer season. 1365|And in the heart of all you 1365|He dwells the truest brother. 1365|Of all the woods, of all the lands, 1365|All waters, all winds,--all life, 1365|All things shall be glad at last; 1365|For the Father is not dead, 1365|Nor doth He dwell in thine heart. 1365|All things shall be glad at last. 1365|And as the day turns night away, 1365|And the green earth throws a shade, 1365|Then as ye turn and shall bless 1365|And as ye clasp that hand, 1365|Then as ye close your eyes in bliss, 1365|And as your spirit in your heart 1365|Shrinks from the look of His eye, 1365|So shall ye shrink from His touch, 1365|So shall ye shrink from His power, 1365|So shall ye shrink from His power. 1365|Of all the trees and rocks ye shall make 1365|A-laughter, and foam and sing, 1365|And as ye pass the sacred eye 1365|They shall shrink from the hand of man, 1365|And shiver and bow down their head, 1365|So shall ye shiver and bow down. 1365|And as ye clasp that hand in heaven, 1365|And hear its voice and heart of love, 1365|And as ye clasp that hand in heaven, 1365|And as ye hear the voice of heaven, 1365|And all earth's joys shall seem more glad 1365|In His sweet presence as ye clasp, 1365|So shall ye be more glad in heaven, 1365|Than ======================================== SAMPLE 36960 ======================================== 3238|Of life, all that I've lived and am, 3238|That is, and was, and may be. 3238|And thus, in looking back to see 3238|How different things appear now, 3238|And how the very very same 3238|Would seem to others toaches and pains, 3238|Now in my soul I think upon 3238|And regret the many afflictions 3238|That I am bound to bear myself, 3238|Or else the many pains endure. 3238|My brother, he who loved the skies, 3238|When all the world has fled his view, 3238|Talks of his "bowers of beauty" 3238|And "haunted mountains," 3238|That rise "from the darkness like a woman," 3238|With castles up, 3238|And cathedrals built of terror, 3238|And towers, that were fear-forsaken 3238|When all the world was far away; 3238|And so he thinks. 3238|But mine, my dearest, when all is o'er, 3238|And memory, like a faded star, 3238|Leaps up amid the darkling fires, 3238|And seems to gaze 3238|Back on the day we parted--and by and by 3238|Our life will end. 3238|For mine, my dearest! while your life 3238|Is the fair-fruited dream that you 3238|Had told me was mine, 3238|And as unbroken as the glass, 3238|Is the hope you so desirous 3238|Have for your future. 3238|For mine, my dearest! the hope you hold 3238|In your bosom, you see far off, 3238|Far off, is all the world to me, 3238|And I, my dearest, you say I am 3238|'Mated to Nothingness. 3238|A little while, a little while, 3238|And I shall come to you 3238|To wait a little while with you 3238|In some dim shadow; 3238|Then come to me and I shall wait, 3238|And I shall come to you, dear, 3238|And wait your smiling face for me, 3238|And wait your words of love; 3238|And in your heart I'll make my nest, 3238|And you shall be my wife, dear, 3238|And know why I am here; 3238|And all your secret haunts shall hide 3238|In green hills far apart; 3238|And you shall lie in my white arms, 3238|And never know the day was old, 3238|And I shall smile on you. 3238|For, little wife, and all is ill, 3238|But wait! 3238|Until I come to you, I wait 3238|Till all your secrets lie 3238|Deep in the green hills, far apart, 3238|And not seen by me; 3238|And you shall lie in my white arms, 3238|And feel your life to be blest, 3238|And never, never know the day was old, 3238|And not known to me. 3238|What did the children do on that fateful day? 3238|For, mother, they sang of Mary's faith and hope, 3238|And how they stood up to die for Christ's dear sake; 3238|But, little girl, I tell you 'twas a' hard 3238|For you to understand, the heart of that poor child 3238|To bear and keep awake, all night, for anything, 3238|For Christ was only born a little while away. 3238|'Twas after supper, and the hours were growing short, 3238|A great chair was pressed upon the pew, and a manne 3238|Was stirred upon it--and then out there on the floor, 3238|The children pushed and shoved and shrieked and pushed about 3238|Till the chairs creaked and the men jeered at them. And some 3238|Went down beneath the chair and started up again. 3238|And some were still and tetchy when they got back, 3238|And some were weak and fain, and some were faint and weak; 3238|But the Lord's right hand was on them when they came to part ======================================== SAMPLE 36970 ======================================== 18396|'Tis nae mair than my ain countrie.' 18396|"Loud bade he all the village come, 18396|And the people did appear at their doors; 18396|When they heard the sweet voice of love, 18396|What could they more desire or do? 18396|When they heard the sweet voice of love, 18396|What could they more desire or do? 18396|'Wilt thou be my--love,' the maiden said, 18396|'My sweet little love?' was the answer she got. 18396|"There was a man o' bonnie English soil, 18396|And o' noble birth, and puir o' face; 18396|That had but aye been at a cousin's ha's, 18396|The pride of his nature he ne'er would hae. 18396|"He had no faith in his luck," she said; 18396|"O, how he did use it to waver! 18396|The man he was of a bonnie green sward, 18396|He wad na find a lassie wha was fairer." 18396|"I wish we twa were in the Highlands yet, 18396|And slow ca'ing to the Highland hills, 18396|And slow ca'ing to the Highland hills, 18396|And slowly ca'ing to the Highlands." 18396| "The fairies are my dainties."--_Macbeth_, Act iii, Sc. 1. 18396|"There is a lady fair, and a gentle dame, 18396|That loves the Highland Highlands the best o' the four." 18396|"But a' their beauties, and a' their hames o' pride, 18396|And a' their apparel frae the Highland loams." 18396|"There is a lady fair, and a gentle dame, 18396|That saftens thro' the weary hours o' the night. 18396|I wadna be their squaw, should they ask it, 18396|I'd rather be the bonnie, bonnie lass, 18396|And kiss the flags frae the bonnie green hills, 18396|But kiss the flags frae the bonnie green hills, 18396|For a' their beauties, and a' their hames o' pride." 18396|"And now, fair maid, I will be thine escort, 18396|And bring thee down to the Highland hills." 18396|The maid began to weep, which bade he cry, 18396|When down from the green hill he was seen; 18396|And after, he took the lady tender, 18396|And fain she wad follow on her hame. 18396|They found the Highland hills as white as snow; 18396|The hills and the valleys are sweetly serene; 18396|And the forest is smiling to the e'er and the morn, 18396|And the air is clear, and the evening sun is bright. 18396|The lady and the knight were both glad to sight, 18396|And happy to the Highlands were ever; 18396|For her mother's and her father's were far away 18396|In Scotland and the Highlands a' the while. 18396|There came a dainty knight and he looked in the morn, 18396|And he beheld the maid upon the green hill; 18396|She had a ring of green, and a bonny green siller, 18396|A shining chain about her middle hand. 18396|There came a dainty knight to the green hill, 18396|And he sent the maid to the Highland hills, 18396|A chain was around her middle hand, 18396|And a shining chain about her middle hand, 18396|And sent her on her way to the Highland hills. 18396|The summer sun was bright, and the hills were green, 18396|And there was a fair maid upon the green hill, 18396|And fair was she, as fair may be. 18396|"Come hither, come hither," cried the knight, 18396|'Twas no lilly lilly there upon the green hill; 18396|But a pair of gillyflowers, of a bright blue hue. 18396|And he said, "My dearest lady, 'tis time for you 18396|To go down to the Highlands." 18396|And fair Ellen got her gilly ======================================== SAMPLE 36980 ======================================== 1287|And the air is sweet, the snowdrop smiles 1287|In its blue bosom. 1287|MEPHISTOPHELES (alone) 1287|O thou whose brow is fair! 1287|O thou whose beauty hath 1287|Seen through each day's-running train! 1287|The earth's delight is thine 1287|(With the dawn and the night's 1287|Blending in its bliss); 1287|O thou whose heart is ever 1287|In thy Lord's great love! 1287|O thou of fairer forms! 1287|Who at his feet dost walk, 1287|Who, in thy form dost lie! 1287|On thee the day is broken, 1287|With the night-winds, blending 1287|Their sweetest harmony! 1287|The air is sweet, the snowdrop smiles 1287|In its blue bosom. 1287|MEPHISTOPHELES (alone) 1287|The sun in his course shines clear, 1287|The wind blows gently, fair girl! 1287|Thou hast not lost, to-day! 1287|The sky, the waves, the fields, 1287|And all God's bounteous gifts 1287|To thee belong. 1287|I cannot help confessing 1287|That now I see in thee 1287|My heart's beloved! 1287|The sun, the moon, the stars, 1287|Their mutual radiance shed 1287|Upon thy features; 1287|I look and look adoring 1287|I feel within my breast 1287|Sweet pleasure dwelling 1287|In that lovely flesh! 1287|O thou of fairer forms! 1287|Who at his feet dost walk, 1287|Who, in thy form dost lie! 1287|The sun, the moon, the stars, 1287|Their mutual radiance shed 1287|Upon thy features; 1287|I look and look adoring 1287|I feel within my breast 1287|Sweet pleasure dwelling 1287|In that lovely flesh! 1287|On him lies the heart 1287|Which thou dost call thyself, 1287|Which makes thee so divine! 1287|For him, whom thou dost seek! 1287|Thou gavest no treasure, 1287|None, thou seest, to him. 1287|By him thee art wedded, 1287|By him hast thou won 1287|Passionate tenderness. 1287|A very flower-wreath,-- 1287|The flower I call my own! 1287|When, when shall I behold 1287|The light which he hath given? 1287|When shall I behold him! 1287|The earth's heart with his glory 1287|Shall soon awake! 1287|The sun is like a fire with wings, 1287|And the moon's face, a globe of fire; 1287|And the moon in my bosom burns. 1287|The spring-time is there for me, 1287|And there are blossoms everywhere. 1287|The spring-time is like perfume, 1287|For then, in my breast, 1287|Flows the great blood, of which it is spring! 1287|It glows and flames, the while I gaze, 1287|As the moon, in heaven, doth gaze. 1287|It is the selfsame, fair thing! 1287|And there's a heaven's bright sun, and there's a sea-- 1287|The selfsame I see! 1287|My thoughts, I know not how they roam! 1287|A thousand years of life are mine alone. 1287|I feel the selfsame swift floods, 1287|Though in distant, far abodes 1287|I see the selfsame. 1287|I feel, and know me, still. 1287|It is so easy to see, 1287|The selfsame by reflection can be seen! 1287|When in my breast doth rest 1287|The light, whate'er it be, 1287|The selfsame is,-- 1287|Then my heart, in my breast! 1287|It is so easy I see 1287|The true light which he can give to me, 1287|And the sun shines there to day ======================================== SAMPLE 36990 ======================================== 16376|But I was so much closer, it must be admitted, with the 16376|"What is it?" said Fred. "It is nothing." 16376|"No--nonsense at all," said Jane. "Is that going on?" 16376|"Yes, but if somebody else had asked," answered Fred. 16376|"Yes," said Jane, "it is quite possible that it might be." 16376|"What did he say?" said Fred. 16376|"No more than what I've done," said Fred. "Was it all the way for 16376|sake of going? Oh, I should like to get too before I die." 16376|"So I will--don't let it be long," I told them. "It will be 16376|great fun, though. Stay together until we get home." 16376|We went round and round. The more we ran the less the wind seemed to 16376|And as we drew we let the old man know his strength to a considerable 16376|The old man's eyes had a flush of blue, his cheeks were flushed, and 16376|It was just before sunrise when I sent away to the old man. How many 16376|"A word with Mabel--mabel?" 16376|"A word with her--mother," said she. 16376|"Where is she gone to?" I asked. 16376|"Ah, here we are," he returned, with a laugh. 16376|"I'm sorry, my dear? She's been at your window all morning." 16376|"No, it's she's got herself into the little carriage." 16376|"You were going to come?" I asked, a little anxiously. 16376|"I shall be very shortly," said the old man. "Do you see any 16376|"We do, my dearest child. I can't forget her touch." 16436|Farewell to the house that closed yesterday, 16436|Its old familiar features passing fair, 16436|Of mouldered comfort and ancient fashion, 16436|Where often, through its windows broad displayed, 16436|The farmer's lonely wife would come and go; 16436|And I to-day farewell its ancient door, 16436|For here no more the farmhouses stand, 16436|But rather houses with single walls, 16436|That, down the wind-beat bulrush hopping, 16436|Drive their dead out o'er the beaten mead. 16436|Away, old house! to your broken lawn! 16436|And don't forget to be brushing up the hay. 16436|Farewell, from the shore and lands of peace! 16436|The ocean and the land you leave behind, 16436|The boatmen on the sea, the storm on lawn, 16436|All fade away like memories of days 16436|Long vanished; and I wait alone for him-- 16436|The last I saw of Jack Nickell. 16436|As I remember, he was not ill, 16436|No more a housemaid, or the boy who played, 16436|And rode about, if I remember right, 16436|But now is grown to man's estate wise, 16436|And wears a beard, that never yet was black. 16436|And he was sad, and sad, it might be, 16436|For love of his poor mother, but he loved 16436|The land he dwelt in, and loved the stream. 16436|And what he loved best, he would not say, 16436|Or tell it another, who with me! 16436|Though we were young, we could not ever grow 16436|To know as he knew, what we know now. 16436|I am alone in memory, and grief, 16436|Nor is it long till some new child succeed, 16436|That I must miss, that I must miss the good 16436|Which in my house, beside the stream I knew. 16436|I think, perchance, she sleeps 16436|In her little bed, 16436|That here at night she cries, 16436|"Wife, come back!" to me. 16436|"Wife, come back!" 'Tis not by hope, 16436|By hope she longs, 16436|But by a sad dismay, 16436|That she weeps on, still at night. 16436|Yet sometimes she will smile, 16436|And answer, "Still my ======================================== SAMPLE 37000 ======================================== 30659|The winds go through the hollows-- 30659|A tall, green house with doors all round 30659|And roofs in corners; 30659|And on the threshold are the lights 30659|Of the coffee-groves and tea-houses-- 30659|And round the corners, 30659|And over the roofs, and up and down-- 30659|As if to say, "We are here!" 30659|The lights at rest in the dark corners 30659|Do not invade the silent houses; 30659|They do not make a noise in them; 30659|Nor make a tramp in them; 30659|But seem to say to housemaids, "Stay here! 30659|And wait for the farmer's back!" 30659|Coffins, from the home of the horticulture 30659|That is a place for the Master-builders 30659|Of towns, or city-builders-- 30659|Not only the fair-vestured towns, but 30659|The great old-fashioned townships, 30659|Where men that had liv'd in the golden days 30659|Raked up their ashes and left their mark,-- 30659|Moulders of city-stock!-- 30659|Not only the fair-vestured towns, 30659|The great old-fashioned townships, 30659|Where all the people that ever were born 30659|Rocked up in their pinafores and stuffs 30659|And strolled to the taverns and play'd 30659|Till they were sleepy; 30659|But like the fair-vestured folks, 30659|Great-Anatomy townships, 30659|Where all the people that ever were told 30659|The world was good as a playground, 30659|Put on good-humour thereat. 30659|For some were proud, and some were witty, 30659|And some were good-humoured, 30659|And some were dauntless, and some were daunted, 30659|And some were faint, and none spake a word, 30659|And all staid in their places, 30659|And no man made a noise in their houses 30659|But the wind, and the wind in the pines, 30659|And the mighty rain. 30659|With its rattle-fountains 30659|Rolling o'er the fields of the plough, 30659|And the sheep and the cattle in herds 30659|Come in at the window at morn,-- 30659|And there are the kennels of Boswell 30659|And the kennels of Weir; 30659|And there are the tabor and hall 30659|Of the Earl of the Manor of Lorn 30659|That is green with fern; 30659|The place is a wilderness of the mountains, 30659|And the land beyond the western tide. 30659|And the sea that is deep and the sky that is blue 30659|Where the long grasses grow, 30659|And the sea and the sky are for ever blended 30659|And ever and ever together. 30659|To the lands beyond where the pale wind sweeter, 30659|Or the sun is lost to the sky; 30659|Where the bathers bathe in the fountains of light 30659|And the waters foam in the wake. 30659|To the lands beyond where the sea in the sea-cliff, 30659|Or the land of dreams, and the sun is afar, 30659|Aroused by the breath of the sea, 30659|Lifts its pinnacled spire to the unknown sky, 30659|Where the ships are no more freighted. 30659|To the lands beyond where the far dales are clad 30659|In the furs of the mountain-bear, 30659|And the shepherds point with the lanterns of yore 30659|On the heights that glorify. 30659|To the lands beyond where the moors are sooty 30659|On the road that is grim and lone, 30659|And the dawn's discounters fail on the dim-lit heather 30659|In the hills where the violets blow. 30659|To the lands beyond where the hills of the woods 30659|And fields of the tillers be, 30659|Where the cows are bleating at noontide from a hill 30659|Or ======================================== SAMPLE 37010 ======================================== 9579|The white-winged breeze and the sea-birds' music, 9579|And the white sail of the moon o'er the billows; 9579|The great winds come and the happy waters laugh; 9579|And the trees make music on each tossing tree. 9579|Here the old tree and the young tree meet, 9579|And the great birch and the lesser birches stand 9579|Together in the forest's or forest's corner, 9579|And the black-bird's note is heard, and the crows cry; 9579|And the black squirrel runs and his cubs crow, 9579|While the sunshine falls and the quiet swallows fly; 9579|And the long grass in the street beneath is wet, 9579|And the garden-walks are neat and the roses red. 9579|And the child that walks is entranced with delight; 9579|And the child who stands is entranced with awe. 9579|Now on the yellow leaf of the orchard-row 9579|The boy runs with bound and his eyes are bright; 9579|And in the orchard-close the mother-trees are standing, 9579|And the crows have gathered round from their flights 9579|The little birds are gathering on the boughs; 9579|And we hear their crowing; we see their shining feet 9579|Come lightly skimming o'er the blossoms and grass; 9579|While the old, old, old, old, old, old, old, old, 9579|Hear the crowing. 9579|I heard the bells of Christmas 9579|Ring out for peace and pleasure: 9579|Christmas bells, with laughter 9579|Mocked Athene's and not me. 9579|While yet the frost was on the ground, 9579|I heard a voice say: "Who is this 9579|That cometh to try me now? 9579|I am but as my brother, 9579|And shall not try him again." 9579|I turned and saw a little maid 9579|Come dancing by with waltz in hand. 9579|She looked at me and said in tone 9579|That spoke me well, "Little Maid, be quick; 9579|Who is that minstrel girl along the way?" 9579|I laughed and looked at Helen. She 9579|Gave back a little laugh of merry cheer; 9579|But when her step I looked again, 9579|All my heart was light with sudden pain. 9579|She came so slowly so my sight 9579|Was straying ever from her place. 9579|With one hand half-raised and laughing low, 9579|One hand half-entangled, never free 9579|Till freed, she danced and sang, till all 9579|Was darkness, and she sang forevermore. 9579|"Waltz, waltz," I heard Vivian call, 9579|And Vivian came with voice so sweet, 9579|And held my arm unto his plectrum, 9579|And they began to dance, and Vivian's touch 9579|Was like a spring breeze upon a flower 9579|Blown by a summer-bud of jet. 9579|I had not guessed that my heart was heavy 9579|With thoughts, that my heart was heavy; but now 9579|I care not though my heart be heavy; 9579|All I care for, all I care for is 9579|To dance in the fair eyes' glory, Lady, 9579|Until the bells ring in the village street, 9579|And I behold the old tree-trunk o'er me blown, 9579|And hear its branches shaken in the breeze! 9579|Or, in the silence, if it be more sweet 9579|To be, I say, thou silvern music-smith, 9579|Tell me one sweet swallow-tale, one sigh 9579|For the housemaids, whose work is done, 9579|And the night gone forth from its cozy bower. 9579|In the night-time, when all else is still, 9579|How sweet, how sweet, are your nightly croons! 9579|Their voices are but dreams to my ear, 9579|In the night-time, when all else is still; 9579|And yet they are the voices of grief, 9579|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 37020 ======================================== 5185|Thus will he speak: 5185|"Rise, O hero, from thy bed of death, 5185|From thy heavy slumber, pray for me, 5185|Bring from thine arms thy father's mantle, 5185|Bring my son's cap and iron gauntlet, 5185|Thus address the ghost that wanders 5185|Where the murderer roams alone: 5185|'Take this cap from out my father's window, 5185|From the walls of myak-fossa-room, 5185|Take this steel gauntlet from out my mother's, 5185|Loose them to the winds of heaven, 5185|Let them wander through the realms of ether, 5185|Swiftly to the mansions of creation, 5185|Wander to the regions bright-stars. 5185|"Thou, my son, wilt be my guide, 5185|Thou, my helper, I will trust in; 5185|When thou hast beheld the blue-dog, 5185|When thou hast beheld the whitened, 5185|When thou hast beheld the shadow, 5185|It shall turn itself into a shadow, 5185|And into a jackal-muzzle. 5185|"If this is not yet enough, 5185|I will bring another great marvel, 5185|I will bring another great marvel, 5185|This time, a silver plank from ocean, 5185|That shall serve us for a sail-broadsword. 5185|This I will bring from out the depths 5185|Of the sea and of the waters; 5185|I will smite the evil Jackals 5185|That wander in its sacred waters. 5185|"Do thou then the steersman seat explore, 5185|Do thou look out from the vessel, 5185|Do thou Loke Wainamoinen, 5185|Do thou wise and wary journey 5185|From thy home on the pacific, 5185|To thy father's sheep-factory, 5185|From thy seat in Wainola, 5185|Through the lands of Northland, golden, 5185|To thy father's sheep-farming, 5185|Where the plough has been enlisted, 5185|Where the oxen move apace, 5185|Where are herd and crook engaged!" 5185|Then Loke appeared as bidden, 5185|Fastened the ghostly vessel 5185|To the ghostly prow, anchored 5185|In the sea, enchanted river; 5185|All its slimy skin darkened, 5185|All its body shrunk and wrinkled; 5185|Nothing saw Loke Wainamoinen, 5185|Nothing saw Loke vanish; 5185|In his place a ghost stood serving 5185|With the hand of trouble. 5185|Speaks the genius, Loke-a-muchu: 5185|"I am Luek, son of wisdom, 5185|And this vessel I propel 5185|As a vessel for the dragon, 5185|As a shot for Uk-ko, 5185|For the black-dog of misfortune, 5185|For the Jackal of misfortune, 5185|In his mouth the mouth of Kalma, 5185|In his tail the tail of white-tail sheep; 5185|Thus destroyed was never life 5185|Of my progeny ever growing. 5185|Never more in May-time springing, 5185|In the season of rejoicing; 5185|Ever flying, wailing ever, 5185|Ever flying, wailing ever, 5185|Ever flying, wailing ever." 5185|View from the stern of Mana's Ledge 5185|View from the stern of Mana's Ledge 5185|In one hand holds a gun, resting 5185|On the other hand, a knife is poised; 5185|One look speaks Hiawatha, 5185|In the other, eagerly admires 5185|Some one else's beauty and admires. 5185|As the fish leaps from the river, 5185|In the sun, in the shadow, moisten 5185|With the heat and the darkness of his bath; 5185|Seems it like the water of Mana, 5185|Or old Naadeshris, his mother? 5185|Sometimes he lifts the handle, 5185|Sometimes makes a fish-boat sail through waves; ======================================== SAMPLE 37030 ======================================== 1229|"The King was angry that day and swore, 1229|And the Queen looked like a rose: 1229|"Well, they both did think it, and so they went their way, 1229|And the King went home to drink. 1229|But, oh, the day that I went away again, 1229|I must love me an old friend 1229|"So I sat over the fire and talked to myself: 1229|And I wrote it down, 'This is the best way! 1229|I shall never go back to-night, 1229|And I shall wear a red rosette on my breast, 1229|And a gold bow on my head!' " 1229|And I heard through the still autumn night 1229|The voice of that little boy say, 1229|'I'll never go back to-night, I know 1229|That I shall live and I shall love.' 1229|And I smiled back to myself and said, 1229|'There is honor in having loved.' 1229|And I thought: 'There is honor in to-day, 1229|When one lives up to his trust.' 1229|Now, as he sits alone by me, 1229|And reads of my grief to-night, 1229|I shall keep the old vow of the song of the boy 1229|And the old vow of the girl. 1229|As the little feet of the little child 1229|Tread the narrow way 1229|That the boy goes to make room for the 1229|child goes to pray. 1229|So I pray him to come back to-night, 1229|For the long nights grow long 1229|And I cannot sleep well to-night 1229|For visions and fears of to-day. 1229|But all the while I pray the boy 1229|That the darkness hides 1229|A smile for him that smiles on all the world 1229|And a smile for him that is dear. 1229|A little girl sat in that room of three, 1229|And watched the stars go sailing away. 1229|And then she murmured, "O stars! 1229|O ladies of Spain! I see 1229|The kingdom of Love and of Time and of Pain, 1229|And the shadow of the years gone by. 1229|O precious days! O days with Maying 1229|And all the sweet aromas of May! 1229|"O Time! Oh, time! How sweet of thee! 1229|Surely I have not seen my half!" 1229|And in the way of her vision vanished. 1229|O little girl with the heart of May, 1229|Your little hand in mine and we are twain, 1229|And I look on the long ago and sigh 1229|For lovers in the darkness and the chill. 1229|And the heart of me is a silent rhyme 1229|To all the words of the boy who sat in that room of three. 1229|The house is white 1229|With a sombre glory of trees, 1229|With a green-ness of the sea, 1229|And the long white hall 1229|With the houses of blue and gold. 1229|The old hall, the old hall, the 1229|The old hall of the door, 1229|Is wide and wide and high 1229|And the windows, I know, look down 1229|On a land of blue and gold, 1229|But the wind-blown roof 1229|Against the winter's frost and snow, 1229|Is a room of blue and gold. 1229|The old door knocks, the old door knocks, 1229|The old door knocks of old and old, 1229|But the wind-blown roof 1229|Against the winter's cold and white, 1229|Is a room of blue and gold. 1229|As white and still 1229|As the foam that rises up 1229|From the blue and storm-beaten waves, 1229|And surges with the blue 1229|And white waves through the halls: 1229|As white and still as the water 1229|That dances on either side 1229|Of the hall, and the floor 1229|Is a wall of cloud and light; 1229|As white and still as the sea, 1229|And the walls of ======================================== SAMPLE 37040 ======================================== 1365|In other fields the sun is shining, 1365|In other lands the reapers rejoice, 1365|Yet thou dost not see, nor hearken 1365|The reapers' joyance, nor the reapers' singing, 1365|In thy town or in thy country. 1365|But they are reaping, harvesting, 1365|The harvests of the Heart of youth! 1365|And the Song of the Reapers is heard 1365|In the land of its desire. 1365|My song is in my bosom, 1365|As fresh and clear as it came; 1365|As fresh and clear as the brooklet, 1365|Crisps through the grasses. 1365|In my songs the deeds are listed, 1365|Wisely the best of men they call; 1365|Him who makes every hand palm-leaf 1365|The hero-sire o'er all others! 1365|The maidens at fair playing 1365|Will turn and frown, and not show respect; 1365|The youths who come with merry cheer 1365|Will leave the maidens smiling, 1365|For the songs they sing are but the sighing 1365|Of the heart of youth in pain. 1365|I sang like a brooklet in the day, 1365|Like a brooklet in the night, 1365|When I laughed, and a bird was singing, 1365|And it whistled and called. 1365|I sang the songs you would not hear, 1365|I sang all songs but fair, 1365|And from my lips unto the world went 1365|The songs that he could not hear. 1365|I loved to stand at dusk in the green-wood, 1365|And on the boughs in the night, 1365|To hear the bird that sang and the brooklet 1365|That babbled and blew. 1365|I sang like the sun and the breeze, 1365|As the sky and the trees are bright, 1365|And as the river is pure and the water 1365|That glides to the sea. 1365|I sang of love and of faith and hope,-- 1365|The hope of the heart of youth, 1365|The faith of the heart of the aged, the hope 1365|Of the love of the years. 1365|And I sang until the dawn of time 1365|Grew full of a glory; then the moon, 1365|And the stars that shone before me, were blind 1365|By the glory of my song. 1365|"It is the twilight of long days, 1365|And I sing the song I have known, 1365|As the stars in glory shine from East to West, 1365|And the song in my heart is still." 1365|In the midst of the din, of the rush and swirl, 1365|A voice, a faint voice, like the song of a bird, 1365|Hollowed out by some magic of sound, 1365|That sang as it sang through the silence broke, 1365|And echoed and swelled and faltered at the last: 1365|"Truant, who never read from from your book 1365|In the world, and who only follow what your sire 1365|Said, are you here among us of the Free? 1365|I heard it was a name of such antiquity, 1365|As you may have heard in your distant childhood 1365|Travelling with your father's fathers 1365|Along the forest road, 1365|Where the wild-flowers grew 1365|And the wild-flowers stood in clumps together, 1365|And the boughs were thick with scented herbs, 1365|From the forest of India whence came 1365|The Persian Empress, whose name is Fortune, 1365|And whom these citizens love and prize!" 1365|With a gracious bearing and voice that passed for wisdom, 1365|Beside the stranger-guest, the Indian's friend, 1365|The kindly William Jones, 1365|The free-spoken, free-spoken William Jones 1365|Fulfilled the voice and the features of the stranger. 1365|"Well, they have sought a friend in the Indian's friend," 1365|Quoth he: "we have a host of English friends, 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 37050 ======================================== 615|Or if, as I am so much inclined, 615|It will be long to tell the matter through, 615|-- And I, with the rest, will in it wait, 615|-- But first will wish you, with a worthy view, 615|To take a taste of what awaits the rest; 615|And what I say is clear as any book. 615|"In this affair, it is plain, is written, 615|That all the nations of the world are doomed 615|To eternal woe on their last survey, 615|If they but pay the poll-tax due, i' faith; 615|Who that their country's woes have not conveyed? 615|For if the people perish, who shall tell 615|Where is that nation to which they are tied? 615|And if the people perish and without a name, 615|Will they with dignity and glory die, 615|And give their places in the world to others? 615|"And, since they perish, will they ever grieve, 615|Or in some distant foreign land repent? 615|Of their own will are they for ever wise, 615|And think, 'twill be better far to die 615|Than be forever seen as slaves of pain; 615|Nor, though they suffer and be slaves of pain, 615|Alike will they desire to rise again; 615|And if they once depart from hence, they see 615|The skies no longer brighten with their light. 615|"Or though their country makes them ever fall 615|Beneath the feet of a tyrannous power, 615|The sunne shall not have power to make them shine 615|So in their dust they shall be dust no more, 615|Nor shall any light on earth descend; 615|Since every sunne below in the deep 615|Is dead and buried by his brethren's fall. 615|"To some and to others shall they take, or none; 615|To some the land is given, to others none; 615|For no one land shall issue from the stain, 615|And no one man shall rule another's fate; 615|No one shall reign, as now one man reigns the king, 615|If they but yield the lands to another reign. 615|"And as is now the case, if this or that, 615|The people all, and each the country own: 615|For in a common, whatsoe'er remains, 615|Each pleases none and each enjoys the same; 615|And the two peoples by degrees divide, 615|Which is the most good. I think the world will hear 615|(If you will listen to aught I shall repeat) 615|Of every land, which various is possessed, 615|On earth, besides the southernmost, lies ground, 615|Whereof the name of England holds renown, 615|Which, when so wide that name shall seem to you, 615|It is a very rugged supply to me; 615|"And is the southernmost of all that six, 615|Which, with the northern part, to England run. 615|The northern part, if you remember right, 615|Is the whole overland, land, and main 615|Which from the mouths of France and Spain distain 615|The rivers, from the Canary plain; 615|Then with its islands, is the island called, 615|Whereof, with various names and titles, you 615|Remember is the land of England now. 615|"All who, with sword, gun, or powdery hail, 615|Rigidly have stormed the island, think 615|That if we give not to her what we have, 615|So will we spoil and sack the island, that 615|You thence, the island's lord, will scarce have found. 615|And if you will accept, that is the case, 615|I would the sally of this army make, 615|Though, in this way, some other way I find. 615|And yet, to be in this condition straight, 615|Would seem but to my folly, who behold 615|On the other side, such a march to make, 615|(As far as I can guess) and have my fill; 615|"For from thy witcheries I hope to know 615|As well the country, as the land it borders; 615|And if in this, which seems beyond my might, 615|He of the two be found, the rest shall he." 615|-- The cavaliers, who had been rehears ======================================== SAMPLE 37060 ======================================== 30659|The bird of all the world has left the cage but for the 30659|dwelt within! 30659|All the other birds were merry, laughing as they flew; 30659|But one bird, the sun-frequented red sun-bird,-- 30659|He took his flight, he sat him down, and now he sits 30659|He of the red skin colour, with the shining crest; 30659|And he has flown to a happy land; and there, 30659|Where there's no shade, and no thunder, no tempest-cloud, 30659|He builds his warm, white nest, and there, he rests 30659|And tunes his tender breast; for ever, since that flight, 30659|No wing hath crossed that land; and no sea-monster is there. 30659|But some men say, in that land the sun hath his seat; 30659|And they are right, for they say there's a fixed sun; 30659|And, in that land, the sun looks on the world 30659|Above, beyond, under, everywhere, as he moves. 30659|For every thing that's seen, that everything heard, 30659|That everything heard seems to know, knows also 30659|Itself in the fixed sun, in that fixed sun, 30659|The sun who inexpressive draws the sky; 30659|So, in that land, the sea-monster knows himself-- 30659|And every beast that opens its little eye 30659|In the fixed sun, in that fixed sun, knows himself, 30659|And moves about in the sun's fixed heaven; 30659|He in the fixed sun, in that fixed sun, knows himself. 30659|How in this land there's no other sun, 30659|There's no other sun than the fixed sun! 30659|I was a child of the land, so wise 30659|In simple things, and I was born 30659|In the great silentness, that comes 30659|And shuts off the whole world's noise. 30659|The stars looked down on me 30659|In the cold morning air, 30659|And a voice that is silent all day 30659|Came from the land of honeycombs: 30659|"Children, you are small and weathered, 30659|And we are great in memory; 30659|We built you towers and kept you free 30659|And you sailed in the great waters 30659|That flow from the sea of stars." 30659|I have never seen the great sun 30659|And its long fiery leagues 30659|Or ridden down the blue highway 30659|That runs between them and me. 30659|We never ride the green highway 30659|In the great wide forests of spring; 30659|But it runs parallel to the sky 30659|And we may go down into the valley 30659|Of land where the green hills close. 30659|The golden fruit it bears 30659|In the golden apple-tree, 30659|Down by the river side-- 30659|Down where the honey-bee flies. 30659|There in the low clearing 30659|Through the flowering grass we wander 30659|And climb the yellow-stumping 30659|That slopes down to the low-hung river; 30659|We lie on the grass to dry our eyes, 30659|Or climb the trees and watch the sun; 30659|And then we go down to the river 30659|To rest in the cool of day. 30659|The yellow-jack a-riding 30659|By the low-hung river 30659|Comes riding down from the mountain 30659|And looks into the water 30659|And watches the sun go down 30659|Away to the low-hung river 30659|Where the low sun comes riding 30659|Down to rest from his ride. 30659|The yellow-jack at the river 30659|Lets the great loon carry him 30659|By the light of his big yellow 30659|And brown wings and his head; 30659|Lets the great loon carry him 30659|Over the hill and down 30659|To the low-hung river and shore 30659|Where the wood-doves fly. 30659|The wood-doves fly from the high places 30659|And the dappled houses down; 30659|And the wind blowing high 30659|Sobs ======================================== SAMPLE 37070 ======================================== 22374|"Come, then, take the sword that I've promised you, 22374|And bring it here. I'm the same old Jack 22374|We all have known when things began to mend." 22374|"Now, here's a little bag, that if I lift, 22374|The poor old fool will drop down on his knee, 22374|And while he takes in and takes out, 22374|Will then come down and say, 22374|"'Hi, Jack, see how fair you are off set! 22374|If I was as rich as you, with a bag 22374|As large as mine, I'd never want to play; 22374|For when I get a little larger grown, 22374|I'll wish I'd got a little smaller grown.'" 22374|"I'll only say, Jenny, my own little Jenny,... 22374|That's not quite true."--"Well, then, if I were richer, 22374|I would wish that fortune were. I would wish 22374|That I were so rich that all the world 22374|My wishes could have anything but jack." 22374|"Oh! never mind that, Jenny; you're no fool; 22374|You always knew me by the way I gowned; 22374|You knew that my mother was a widow; 22374|You knew that I was born, and of age. 22374|But then, I do not regret your choice, 22374|But rather, as it were, would willingly give 22374|A one-time good to all the poor o' mine 22374|That ever yet have been in wretched plight." 22374|"Well, now that I am old I will tell 22374|Of all the things that have happened in the past; 22374|Of all the great misfortunes in the past. 22374|But first I will tell you how it happened 22374|How I found my sorrows and turned them to pleasures, 22374|And how my life turned out. You will forgive me 22374|For keeping a secret, Jenny. Jenny, stay 22374|Beside me--you may tell what you think." 22374|"I was born and reared as I told you before, 22374|And while I was still in my mother's care, 22374|I found, alas! 'twas too late to fly, 22374|And, being sad, I went to my father's house, 22374|To tell what misery I had undergone. 22374|"I told you, Jenny, what a lot of grief 22374|My spirit was bringing upon itself, 22374|And how my heart, full of a strange delight, 22374|Its thoughts and feelings almost had turned to ashes; 22374|About my house and about my house-mates 22374|I became so much upset, and much distressed, 22374|That there was no one left the home for to blame, 22374|And no one could think I did anything wrong. 22374|"'Twas a good house' to me," says Jenny now, 22374|'It was all I had ever sought for therein.' 22374|I think the young man was happy, when he viewed 22374|Each lump so thoroughly offered up in this. 22374|Now you may think I was quite mad when I said 22374|Such mean, unmeaning things; yet, though I was, 22374|I never turned my nose up at my father, 22374|And now, my heart is very warm indeed, 22374|For I'll think, I very nearly did. But then 22374|I've often told you, Jenny, of that day, 22374|When all the boys said in an instant how mean 22374|You could be who knew me best. You were in doubt 22374|And I agreed not to believe any lies 22374|When you came down with me into my house. 22374|"To the country, then?" says Jenny: "You were very ill, 22374|My parents were very much withlorn." 22374|"Well, but," says Jenny, "they told me we should walk, 22374|'Sometime,' I thought, 'when we had better to be.' 22374|So up I went, and to my father that day 22374|Spoke kindly, and he wished me well, and said, 22374|You had not told him that, since you were well. 22374|I think my fault ======================================== SAMPLE 37080 ======================================== 37452|And in such wise as the great Mother did 37452|To her own sons when the new stars arose, 37452|And held a feast to honor her sons' gifts, 37452|And crowned the children with her hair: 37452|So thou, and I, and they that were with me 37452|In that dark feast, with a loud voice rose up 37452|And prayed that some might turn their ways again 37452|To seek their father, though he be afar, 37452|And tell to him the mystery of death. 37452|But he, the great Creator, kept his word. 37452|And they went back into their own land. 37452|_Page._--"The child was born to an uncertain fame, 37452|A wonder,--a vision, and a fable."--SCOTT. 37452|_Chorus._--A vision and a fable! but a child 37452|Is born of the same mother as the stars. 37452|_Page._--"The child was born to an uncertain fame, 37452|A miracle,--a vision and a fable."--SCOTT. 37452|_Chorus._ A miracle, and a fable? What else 37452|Is the same as a vision and a fable? 37452|And therefore I say, and have said it often: 37452|All things and actions have their origin 37452|From one and immediate Good Desire. 37452|And therefore there is no other God. 37452|_Page._--"She was born to an uncertain fame, 37452|An awe that was not awe in anything."--SCOTT. 37452|_Chorus._ 37452|_Page._--"She was born to an uncertain fame, 37452|A beauty whose lightness was not light."--SCOTT. 37452|_Chorus._ 37452|_Page._--"She was born to an uncertain fame, 37452|A mystery whose darkness was not darkness."--SCOTT. 37452|_Chorus._ 37452|_Page._--"Her eyes were closed in death, and life, 37452|Faded, too, in that unknown and gentle place." 37452|_Chorus._ I 37452|I heard, with many a sigh, of a maiden 37452|Awaiting him,--as one waits amid lonely 37452|And hidden places,--waiting, as it were, 37452|Some passing footstep, like a light one, that 37452|From morn till even had made its circling round. 37452|And he would never pass her. Why? Because 37452|His soul would not accept a creature fair 37452|With no remembrance of her tenderness, 37452|Nor reverence: for he would hold to-day 37452|As sheer wrongfulness the old abhorred wrong 37452|Of his young lover, and, that wrong to right, 37452|Say that he was her father, and that she 37452|Was his sister, and for her and none such. 37452|There seemed no other answer than to this,-- 37452|"You cannot love him, for you do not know 37452|That you have loved for aye." Therefore he went 37452|To seek some other sister: and she came 37452|With all the grace the world cannot give. 37452|And the old ======================================== SAMPLE 37090 ======================================== 35553|They are, forsooth, a pretty, fair pair, 35553|No doubt, but you'd hardly think it, at all, 35553|That they were of our family. 35553|"It does me much," he answered quite. 35553|"The little folks have not had time to 'teen 35553|What's good to eat; you should take them up, 35553|In case any one should happen to know; 35553|It's a pretty chance to take your chance." 35553|He whistled, then took out his little violin; 35553|It's a very good toy, both bow and shell. 35553|He made my little nephew play upon it, 35553|And then turned to the window, and said, 35553|(I'm sorry he had to pass the winter so cold.) 35553|"Poor Johnny, you sure have had a fine ride, 35553|Since last we left you in those gloomy climes. 35553|You must be all the warmer for your sufferings, 35553|Unless you're a sailor--" 35553|As often happens 35553|In these matters of the moment, 35553|My young friend, you are so unacquainted, I 35553|Can't tell whether 'tis your first day or your first day 35553|Of school; for, oh! your cheeks are white, your clothes are new, 35553|And you smile for very pleasure; you will surely grin, 35553|And you seem as if you knew not you would be a sailor. 35553|I must say, in the course 35553|Of our acquaintance, you seem very young, 35553|And look with such a fresh and yet familiar grace, 35553|As if you had just been a boy; your face is round, 35553|You have a figure so round, and your name seems rather new, 35553|But I can't say that it is that of to-day. 35553|I am sure, my young friend, that your very name is old, 35553|Or you must have heard of some one, and known of another 35553|Who is now a good sailor, because you looked so gay, 35553|But I wonder, if we're talking only in figures, why not? 35553|Do you mind if I help you to a piece of cheese? 35553|'Tis a nice cheese, though, very old and dull as well, 35553|And I don't like the old look it has that would show my face 35553|When you look in it; but, as it is to be sure, 35553|I was but caught at this very minute, the same thing, 35553|For being a _young man_, and not _a young woman_. 35553|Though, of course, I had rather you should keep it,-- 35553|For it is hard to keep cheese when you can eat what you please. 35553|But if you must eat--you must be very careful, my child, 35553|And what you take with you should not be strong cheese! 35553|If you must eat, do not eat any that's yellow like it, 35553|For I've met with many things yellow, which would look good 35553|In a blue or green cheese, but to me there's none. 35553|You're more old-fashioned, my child, but yet I beg to differ, 35553|If your cheese is something old, it's something dull and old, 35553|For men think, when they see a piece of it blue, 35553|That they see green grass, as my lady did to me. 35553|And, though I always used to be of opinion, 35553|That a blue cheese was the freshest of all-- 35553|To my thinking, now, I am persuaded there's nothing 35553|So _fresh_, as a cheese that has been first to be used 35553|To keep one's appetite young. 35553|For, if you'll let me see the cheese and me together, 35553|I can fancy that, when all is said and done, 35553|I was much more pleased with a blue cheese than a square one. 35553|A thousand thanks to that young lady who did you 35553|This miracle, and I really am thinking 35553|I should like to be your very own little servant; 35553|And if at any time you wish to tease me,-- 35553|Just say what you please ======================================== SAMPLE 37100 ======================================== 4253|In God's own due time, when my hand 4253|Is on the keys of the piano, I'll 4253|Sink to my side, and you'll hear me sing 4253|There's a quiet way to work and wait 4253|There is a world of things to do,-- 4253|The way that never a fool goes! 4253|Aye, a world of things to do, 4253|And the way they all go by! 4253|Aye, a world of things to go 4253|Across the hills to-night,-- 4253|To the river, like a thread 4253|That some friend's hand has weaved. 4253|(There is a quiet way to wait! 4253|There is a way to work and wait! 4253|And God's own due time, like air, 4253|I'll sing my very best tune!) 4253|As the little blue eyes looked--seeing that a day was near 4253|To bring the sweet fullness of its bloom. 4253|"The garden's for me! I'm a bit of a grower, 4253|But I would rather be a gardener: 4253|I'm all of a riper type 4253|To do a master's work: 4253|"I've lived my days in that garden 4253|That the good Hermitage displays: 4253|'Tis there that the good Saint Peter 4253|And his nuns the good Saint Paul 4253|Wrought all their works of art 4253|To please the taste of men." 4253|And the little blue eyes' answer was-- 4253|"There, that's pretty-talk for you!" 4253|For you'll find no more of it here 4253|Than my humble essay to tell 4253|This of the most popular lady of all time: 4253|The lovely lady of old time! 4253|And now if you wish to know why 4253|She's "so long ago," you must begin-- 4253|I cannot make out "the fun" 4253|Reason that I cannot guess; 4253|But 'tis safe, if you ask me true, 4253|To say, "It is fun to be old!" 4253|I've said that Time was fun to be old 4253|Till one remembers one's prime: 4253|(One hears people talking about you, 4253|And if you make them think about you, 4253|'Twill be thought that you recollect me, 4253|And that I recollect you!) 4253|I've said that Pleasure is fun to be old! 4253|When they remember YOURSELF! 4253|You make me laugh when I am sad, 4253|You make me sad when I forget, 4253|Oh, the world is a merry world, 4253|And merry is the heart of ME! 4253|And the voice that would be glad to sing 4253|Has the voice that would be sad-- 4253|And the world is a merry world, 4253|And merry is the heart of ME! 4253|Then I say to myself, "My life 4253|Will not be quite so sad at heart!" 4253|And I'm not always glad in bed! 4253|So when it comes to parting 4253|I'll take a little trip to-day! 4253|What I mean 4253|Very simply, my dear Ruprecht, 4253|is this: to find out how to die! 4253|There's a house where I know, 4253|in the city of Leu, 4253|That's just on the way to Death-- 4253|(I think it is Death, 4253|sportingly over country side; 4253|For I walk all the way, 4253|silly people walking by) 4253|There is a clock above the door, 4253|and a window just wide enough 4253|for me and, behind the latch, 4253|a loaf to eat--or no! 4253|And, if I do want to eat, 4253|it has to be somewhere there, 4253|Or else I can't come back again, 4253|(so this is all to see) 4253|That the clock is just so high 4253|on the other side of the house, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 37110 ======================================== 41945|A golden thing, that had been cast away 41945|And cast into the waters of the West. 41945|It washed away the mud and the earth, 41945|And made the glistening sands more bright; 41945|Made every tree and every mountain green, 41945|And all the hills with blossoms clad. 41945|And all that ever I could see and hear 41945|Was shining, singing in a green, 41945|Ripe fruit from the boughs of a bright spring, 41945|And a song that had the sound of a bird. 41945|I could not tell if I were in heaven, 41945|Yet with a heart that was not sore, 41945|I turned away from the happy place, 41945|Where I could not be weary or sad; 41945|To a black garden out of reach, 41945|Where the weeds to the sun would clamber, 41945|And the roses in a mad ferment, 41945|With the blossom that never grows to an end. 41945|And I walked and I walked across the green, 41945|And I thought as much of the glad heaven 41945|And the soft blue of the skies above me. 41945|Then when on the horizon a gleam 41945|Startled me from sleep, and a bird was singing 41945|To the sweet birds in the thicket, 41945|And I knew that the light was near me: 41945|Then I stopped, and began to wonder, 41945|And to think of the dark gardens in heaven, 41945|Then I said, "Oh, a great light is there, 41945|And a green and golden song is there," 41945|And I looked at a spot behind me, 41945|And I saw a light from a room there, 41945|And in my sleep I awoke and thought, 41945|And I said, "And I'll walk out of this place, 41945|And the music's in my very ear." 41945|Now the moon has risen and the garden is bright 41945|And the roses are in their glory, 41945|And this is a night to be glad for the stars. 41945|Where the golden grass is growing, 41945|Where the bright blue dew is falling, 41945|Where the bright birds are singing, 41945|And the sun's shining in their sky. 41945|There the silver streams are flowing, 41945|There the golden lilies bloom; 41945|There they live and have their lives, 41945|And forget the sorrows good. 41945|But my soul from God is wandering, 41945|To find rest in a happy shore, 41945|And when I see the moonlight glisten, 41945|I say, as a child, "How happy I!" 41945|It was a happy Sunday, 41945|And we were both at play, 41945|So bright was the sky above 41945|That the shadows are miles and miles. 41945|And the bright little brown dog 41945|Was the only toy we had, 41945|As beautiful as a dream, 41945|With the bright eyes of a girl. 41945|And it looked so grand and big 41945|That I almost thought it should be; 41945|'Twas a strange, strange little poodle. 41945|We'd been going together 41945|For the last four weeks or so, 41945|And I thought it would always be 41945|Always merry and always gay. 41945|The little girls and boys were there, 41945|And the little toys too-- 41945|And the sun shone, and the wind blew, 41945|And the beautiful weather. 41945|We lived in the same house long ago, 41945|And I still remember 41945|How pretty it was, and how warm, 41945|And how very peaceful. 41945|There was not a single creature 41945|But seemed to understand 41945|Just how it would feel and feel again 41945|If it could be out one more mile. 41945|And the very thought seems good 41945|To me--that I might someday be like them 41945|Just to stroll through some of their memories. 41945|Oh, all the people in the world, 41945|In the little house one lives in, 41945|Were all happy and glad to see 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 37120 ======================================== 3650|The wind in a fog of mist, 3650|The water-wraith that seems to pass; 3650|The night-bird and butterfly 3650|Are lost amid the clammy dew, 3650|And in the mist the stars come out 3650|To deck the world of Winter. 3650|The winter night is dark and drear, 3650|And all the earth is white with snow; 3650|No bird so sings in its nest 3650|But chirps at the winter's end. 3650|Then, Night, do thou hide me from afar, 3650|And turn my sorrow into joy, 3650|My darkness into light, 3650|My coldness into heat! 3650|Let me forget how Night is gone 3650|That I may find my joy again; 3650|A day is born in the dawning 3650|Of Heaven's firstborn Morning-Star! 3650|And when the Day-God wakes the dawn, 3650|And all the stars are bright and blue, 3650|I'll think of thee and wish I knew 3650|The life thou hadst that maketh glad 3650|The life that was so dark to me! 3650|Aye, glad as thunder in the night 3650|And rain in the springtime of May, 3650|To have thy memory in bloom 3650|In the great life of thy youth, 3650|When all Life's joys are so delightful, that they move 3650|To joy the mortal who hath watched them well! 3650|For in this mortal frame is placed 3650|The memory and resting-place 3650|Of youth without shadow of gloom, 3650|Pure joy without alloy, 3650|And immortality without stain. 3650|And all the sorrow of life gone by 3650|May bloom at the bidding of the Lord, 3650|And so be sweet, and yet so beady 3650|As the dew-drops of Paradise 3650|For whom a heaven within is given 3650|To share this fair new-born year, 3650|With God, for whom the morning-star 3650|Will sparkle with immortality 3650|Though it be never darkened yet again. 3650|But all the past is bound up with Time, 3650|And Time has a painful wrapping. 3650|And both are bound up in guilt with sin. 3650|To live within each other's arms? 3650|Oh, but to feel each other's arms 3650|And the sun on the brow of Heaven, 3650|As the breath of a long-dead friend? 3650|To be in Heaven alone? 3650|Ay, to be as the summer's breath 3650|And the sun on the brow of Heaven, 3650|And the breath of a long dead friend. 3650|So soon will I forget, 3650|So soon will Life's flowery cup, 3650|Its cool and mellow wave, 3650|Be mine, ere the summer's prime, 3650|Mine, when the flowers are faded; 3650|Mine, when as the dews are still, 3650|Myself forgotten, all unpeopled! 3650|For, in the night of early years, 3650|When the heart is like a bird's,-- 3650|As the soul, when its wingless nest 3650|Is open-armed and helpless,-- 3650|When the soul's soft song is still, 3650|But the ear of the earless star 3650|And the soul's lone love untowert, 3650|'Tis as morn of life unopened, 3650|As the soul, when it feels not me 3650|The live-oil of its birth, 3650|But as the sun uncloses 3650|Its noontide fire and charm; 3650|As the day is 'ware of the night, 3650|And the night is of thee; 3650|As the life of the dead is 'ware of the light, 3650|And of the light the young; 3650|I am the youth that shall not see 3650|The sun grow fixt in Heaven, 3650|But in the morning of men: 3650|I am the life that shall not hear 3650|One word of the spring-time of her soul; 3650|The song ======================================== SAMPLE 37130 ======================================== 1304|I dream'd there was neither night nor day 1304|Since first the white cock crew; 1304|And the day was as a dreary night, 1304|That never shall dawn again: 1304|And the night was as a dreary night, 1304|That never shall dawn again. 1304|The birdie sang its best, 1304|The wind did blow, 1304|And the bright sun shone on the sea; 1304|A hundred lovely things were there-- 1304|And birds on every tree-- 1304|And lilies that touched the dew 1304|Like snowy fingers tenderly, 1304|And roses, like white arms sprung forth 1304|To welcome in the day. 1304|The little birdie sang its best, 1304|I could not but the same, 1304|And the sweet nightingale did sing 1304|A perfumes dream-like sweet, 1304|To win me from my dreaming away 1304|To yonder gardens fair, 1304|And they I love that bloom there so well; 1304|A hundred lovely things be there. 1304|When I have seen by night 1304|A glorious house in Paradise; 1304|With beds of gold, and couches spread, 1304|And purple satin sheets: 1304|And red-cheek'd maidens fair with stoled 1304|In purple raiment, round, tall, and good; 1304|And golden trumpets blent with low 1304|And amber streams, and golden swords, 1304|Shall bring me there in golden haste, 1304|With fire from out His burning eyes, 1304|To call my loved ones home. 1304|When this sweet nightingale sings 1304|To the end of night, 1304|And no flowers are here but his, 1304|And no birds but himself, 1304|'Mong the rose and lily tall, 1304|And the nightingale's house of gold; 1304|Then I will wake and call, 1304|"Welcome, welcome, Heaven's children dear, 1304|"Welcome to your rest!" 1304|From this page an attempt has been made to reconstruct the 1304|possible lines of Miss Fanny Devenanz. When the poem appeared 1304|MISS FANZIA _says._] 1304|When a little child, I dream'd 1304|That I was royal, 1304|And that, by day, 1304|I could march, 1304|And that I had jewels 1304|Dropping on the ground; 1304|And by night, 1304|I could listen 1304|To the mighty drum: 1304|And by day, 1304|By day, 1304|Drum and battle-dress 1304|I put on, 1304|When as a princess, 1304|And as queen, 1304|And to dance 1304|In the hall 1304|With my peers, 1304|While knights sang all a-mollow. 1304|And by night, 1304|When at my breast 1304|You lay, 1304|You lay so warm 1304|That you seemed 1304|Queen, without a palace. 1304|You said: "My Queen, 1304|My Queen true-- 1304|Who holds 1304|In my hand 1304|The kingdomes large, 1304|When the battle-sound 1304|Is at an end, 1304|Who the trumpets plays, 1304|In the streets 1304|Bravest of men, 1304|When they shout, 1304|Who the bells of cities 1304|Sounds aloft, 1304|When the trumpet spits, 1304|And the blood-streams down the gory walls, 1304|Who the banners bear, 1304|Who the banners wave, 1304|When the battle lads run on! 1304|You said: "My Queen, 1304|My queen true-- 1304|Who loves 1304|The heart of a man 1304|All her very breath-- 1304|My brave men run! 1304|I know who is for me, 1304|My royal maid, 1304|I know who is the best for me." ======================================== SAMPLE 37140 ======================================== 1246|They are all lost that are on earth's bottom. 1246|The stars are everywhere, 1246|The stars are everywhere: 1246|In your eyes are the fires of the suns, 1246|In your ears are the fires of the nights, 1246|In your soul are the fires of dreams. 1246|The wind is all alone, 1246|In the air the wind is all alone, 1246|In the sky the wind is all alone: 1246|And the wind is a friend of dreams. 1246|The shadows stand fast, 1246|And the shadows stand fast, 1246|As if a stranger came, 1246|And the door they opened felt him inside. 1246|O suns and sunsets, 1246|Sunrays and shadows, 1246|And the soul of man, 1246|The soul of a stranger, 1246|The soul of a stranger. 1246|And I have heard in the morning 1246|The voice of the wind. 1246|And in the evening, 1246|When the sun is hid from the earth, 1246|You have come to me for rest. 1246|And I have tasted of the rain 1246|As you poured it forth, 1246|And the breath of the wind in the leaves 1246|And the fragrance of the flowers. 1246|And in the darkness 1246|There is no rest, 1246|There is never a night, 1246|But the soul of a stranger, 1246|The soul of a stranger. 1246|There is a voice within my heart 1246|That, crying for my dying breath, 1246|I cannot love, but cannot hear: 1246|It has called you many times 1246|In the silence of the night: 1246|And I know that, dying, it will call 1246|On every dawn of morning: 1246|I know that you will answer it, 1246|And that you will find it near: 1246|"Here is the heart's place, 1246|Here are the thoughts that haunt me so, 1246|Call again, dear heart." 1246|Who shall answer the cry I hark? 1246|Who shall understand? 1246|When you came, I was as a child, 1246|You were fair and wise and true; 1246|When you went, I was ashamed, I knew 1246|And cried with wild regret: 1246|It was a cruel cry, the cry I cried, 1246|The cry of one undone. 1246|"She knows not, never will know 1246|What people say of me, 1246|But I am a king who has ruled 1246|In my great power's reign: 1246|And she, only she, knows well 1246|That I am beside her now, 1246|Whom the devil brought from far."-- 1246|But the cry died then, and the voice returned; 1246|And the cry came again. 1246|As a man who hears an olden roll 1246|On a London sexton's edition of Be Thou Just, 1246|So the words that come to me seem to thee 1246|Facing forward,--so they fare to me. 1246|I passed a graveyard at daybreak,-- 1246|The air was still and stiller, 1246|And no thought-struck terror stood 1246|At every minute's end. 1246|But suddenly I saw arise 1246|On either hand, in the dim light, 1246|A black cloud,--like the shroud 1246|Of a great shipwrecked schooner; 1246|And then stood in the darkness, I, 1246|With hands together laid, 1246|And I knew it was not I, 1246|Hiding in the darkness, I. 1246|How the wind blew in the city, 1246|I in the sea below! 1246|How the wind swept on the water, 1246|How night wove around her 1246|A night of mist and of rain, 1246|How night wove about her 1246|Her shadowy sails of mist, 1246|I could not hear nor see. 1246|For the clouds and the night were so, 1246|I could not see nor hear. 1246|O love, in the night ======================================== SAMPLE 37150 ======================================== 1471|Lazily, as no man lance, 1471|Of the three-mouted eagle, I saw thee, 1471|With the three crowns, first-born of thy love. 1471|The moon is hidden by the hills, 1471|In its sleep, when day was breaking, 1471|Methinks I seem to see- 1471|And the morning's star doth not seem 1471|To be breaking, but with light, 1471|With a light to break the darkness. 1471|The stars have hidden, yet they watch to be 1471|The great watch-fires of their Lord, 1471|The great stars that to and fro 1471|Waver in the dark. 1471|They do not stir, they do not flout sleep, like the night, 1471|But watch all night, and watch the sleep of their Lord; 1471|And he sleepeth sweet in their watches all the day, 1471|In His sleep all days on a day-time's morning. 1471|As a great serpent, 1471|The first-born of a night, 1471|Slumbers the moon that lies 1471|A-drowsy as a child: 1471|The sun, the day-star, 1471|The great high-standing star 1471|That never is hid, 1471|Doth not slumber: 1471|He watcheth ever, and he waiteth for night: 1471|The night sleeps, the child slumbering beneath her breast. 1471|From morn to evenfall, 1471|From day to day, 1471|He looketh on the wide sea of light that lies 1471|On the wide sea of night, 1471|And sendeth the beam of his soul to shine 1471|In her dim eyes, 1471|Who waiteth for his light: 1471|The day-star trembleth with love and pride: 1471|Sleep hath given him strength. 1471|Yea! by all Mary's Son, that slumbers here, 1471|By all His saints, that sleep; 1471|Night hath heard His voice, 1471|And slumbered with His sleep. 1471|As in a flower of the earliest dawn, 1471|When first on its couch the light-winged day 1471|Sings from its slumber, while across the stream 1471|A fire of radiant day-shine floats and gleams 1471|Above it--as from face to skirt of skirt 1471|The first-born flower of the dawn uplifts 1471|Its petals--so hath sleep its deepest petals folded. 1471|Thou knowest what He is, 1471|Greeting from His window-pane, 1471|Rapt in the early dawn, 1471|He hasteth to His breast; 1471|He turneth Him in the chamber cold, 1471|His limbs all still and drear, 1471|All like to Him who ever moveth; 1471|And thus He greeteth Him: 1471|"Awake! arise! 1471|My God, to me thou first art dear. 1471|I came hither to redeem 1471|My body from a hell within 1471|Of body and of soul and of bone. 1471|I came to give my body rest; 1471|I took this heart of mine at random, 1471|And by my breath within it cast 1471|The beauty of the morning dew." 1471|O Christ, in Thee first arrived, 1471|Welcome to this my body-queen 1471|That hasteneth from the depths of Time, 1471|To come in the first-begot flower, 1471|With beauty, glory, breath of flowers! 1471|O Christ, in Thee first arrived, 1471|Thou hast in me the very breath 1471|Of Beauty and of Time, the first, the best. 1471|That hastenest from the fires 1471|Of hell's fountains, with me go; 1471|I have this heart of mine that loveth thee. 1471|O Christ, in Thine ear 1471|Herein is all my being bidden, 1471|It was bidden upon me suddenly, 1471|And now doth still within mine heart; 1471|The voice of my ======================================== SAMPLE 37160 ======================================== 30659|From the far-off city-slope. 30659|For the soul of man, aflame 30659|With the glorious future, leaps 30659|To the light of being, leaps 30659|To the infinite Space. 30659|Where men may struggle proudly, 30659|And the world that hates them wait; 30659|Where men may dream together, 30659|And the world that helps them wait! 30659|To the last star and starf'ner 30659|Of the great Unseen Race, 30659|Our beacon--that of death. 30659|It falls on the world's heart; 30659|And it falls on the soul's head; 30659|From the silence of deep night 30659|To its echo now, 30659|It rises and falls on the hearts of men. 30659|But the voice of man is not 30659|The voice of God alone-- 30659|The voice of man is the voice of Fate. 30659|O my country, my lovely land, 30659|Say, does yon star that falls on thee 30659|Move with such quiet motionless wings, 30659|That thy land is as asleep 30659|As yon lone star that's down at sea, 30659|As asleep as I? 30659|For it is thy land that drowses mute, 30659|And its sleep drowsse my sight; 30659|For it is thy home that drowsse the light 30659|Of the dawning day. 30659|Say, can yon star that falls on thee 30659|Follow a motion more quiet, 30659|A motion that drowsse the sight? 30659|For it is thine home, thine own star, 30659|Where the dawn begins and ends 30659|And drowsse the day. 30659|The stars of the night are blue and gray, 30659|And light the hair of the child that is young; 30659|And the flowers are sweet, and the sky is fair; 30659|But the ways that lead to the West are dim; 30659|And the ways that lead to the West are dim; 30659|And wistful the weary to hear 30659|Of the ways that lead to the West. 30659|The flowers are sweet to the lips of March, 30659|But wonder the ways of the Spring that flow; 30659|And the ways that lead to the West are wan; 30659|And sorrowful wistful are the ways 30659|To the West that leads the weary home. 30659|And wistful the ways we have to go, 30659|And wistful the ways that lead to the West; 30659|And wistful the ways that lead to the West, 30659|For the ways that lead to the West. 30659|They say, in the land of the blossom and flower, 30659|By the shores of every stream and every sea, 30659|Under the palm such a face as you see, 30659|Half in bud and half in blossom--where? 30659|Under the palm such a face as you see, 30659|Tall, slender, fair, and such as you desire, 30659|Such a face as you see; 30659|Wrought in a fine-spun twiggy linen flannel, 30659|Neatly furred, exquisitely fine; 30659|And all the while such a foot as you see, 30659|Tall and well considered--where? 30659|Under the palm such a face as you see, 30659|Luxuriant, lustrous, full of hope and joy, 30659|Such a face as you see; 30659|Wrought on the fine-clay to a cloth superb, 30659|In every part with true painting grace; 30659|And such a face as you see. 30659|And with the face so finely wrought down to you, 30659|Such a chest as you see, so well considered, 30659|Such a face as you see; 30659|Wistful, longing, wearily prepared for you, 30659|And all the way for you and yours to fare, 30659|Bent on the trip in great awe and grief-- 30659|Where? In the land of the flower and leaf. 30659|Lurking in the wood, where the dew-drest ======================================== SAMPLE 37170 ======================================== 9889|And he'll never love a woman like you. 9889|Yes, I'm that dear man you might have been! 9889|So be it with me, dear--" 9889|"Oh!" said the lady of the convent. 9889|"What is it? what's the matter with you?" 9889|"What in the world--this wog-wog, indeed!" 9889|"Not the wog-wog, but 'cause--for your liking-- 9889|The lady of the convent's lover!" 9889|"You love her--you do, very much!" 9889|"Yes, and she loves me!--oh! she loves me-- 9889|So, if you like, we'll marry!" 9889|The ladies, listening to that blarney, 9889|Looked fondly out upon the convent-- 9889|As if they knew something sad was going 9889|About the story of that day. 9889|The nuns sat silent in the cloister, 9889|Livid with fear; but nothing lant 9889|The ladies' good cheer upon that blarney, 9889|And turned their heads with looks of love 9889|Upon the boy in love. 9889|And the boy from Flanders came to meet them 9889|A lad of noble mien, of martial bearing, 9889|A warrior bravely in the cause of Right, 9889|Who had not learned the trick of flinching; 9889|As he strolled across our college lawn 9889|He raised a martial hand, and said: 9889|"I come to wed thee--and thou wilt not leave me, 9889|O man of many foes and many friends, 9889|While I to Flanders go!" 9889|And the lady gave assent, and a great tear 9889|Fell from her eye and stained his cheek. 9889|"What!" she cried, "is the matter? what's grown so red!-- 9889|Why, what's the matter! dost thou not remember, 9889|When we wed in Belgium a month hence?" 9889|"Nay," said the boy, "I never said 'twas so! 9889|Oh! I'll not leave thee!" 9889|"No,--not leave thee!--I'll not go to Flanders!" 9889|The lady's eyes grew moist, her pulse quick beat, 9889|As if her heart were in her mouth. 9889|"Oh!" she cried, "I know that I'm in the right, 9889|My man to make or mar; but what's the matter? 9889|If thou wilt tarry thou wilt loiter no more-- 9889|But why come back to me? 9889|"For years!--and years!" cried the boy, "and years! 9889|And they cannot come back to me! 9889|Oh! I'll go! if it's to wait for Flanders-- 9889|For years--and years!" 9889|And the lady started from her convent tower, 9889|Her heart beating loudly, and loud, 9889|And cried, "Oh! I love him! I love him, I love him!" 9889|As if it were a broken song, 9889|And then, as if her eyes were dim, 9889|She turned away, as if her throat was bound. 9889|The priest beside her sat, his head bowed-- 9889|He thought he heard the bells of Saint Saviour's beat 9889|Upon the hills of his Abbey. 9889|Then all that lovely throng went on; 9889|But one alone had stood aloof; 9889|His head was bare--his face was white; 9889|And there was not a word of speech. 9889|She only said: "I love him," and then went on 9889|While every one was mute. 9889|He only heard the bells of Saint Saviour's beat 9889|Upon the hills of his Abbey. 9889|It was a night of calm and cheer 9889|To the lonely nun's most dear; 9889|As it once had been of yore, 9889|Her soul and her life did abide 9889|From all earthly thing e'er seen. 9889|On the moon, so round and bright, 9889|Her convent grew to be-- 9889|For she ======================================== SAMPLE 37180 ======================================== 18007|Tired of love, and weary of longing? 18007|O let me go and find thee again! 18007|Let me but miss the last sweet glimmer of 18007|Thy face, the last light of thy eyes! 18007|Let me just miss thy lips' sweet kiss, 18007|Be sure it is but part of some dream! 18007|Oh, you should see the flowers 18007|That blush for spring! 18007|What are the flowers of spring 18007|But you and me, our darling's eyes? 18007|Oh, you should see 18007|Some quaint, sweet spot, through green fields, where she 18007|Won't stand in orchards or hold court. 18007|A sweetheart, if you please-- 18007|There seems so little chance of that-- 18007|There isn't time, though-- 18007|But we're going to be late 18007|Enough if her you want! 18007|Now, you and I 18007|Shall keep out of sight, 18007|And have our way. 18007|She'll not want you if you choose not to smile, 18007|For if you let her, she will think it well, 18007|And smile, though, at any rate! 18007|But she is clever, 18007|And knowing a joke 18007|Would make her sorrow! 18007|And for we'll do, 18007|She'll make us merry. 18007|The little gray mare, 18007|Like meadow-lark 18007|That I saw that day, 18007|Must have her wings; 18007|And I, who seldom wear 18007|So bright a face, 18007|Must go and kiss 18007|A lot of boys, 18007|For there were too many; 18007|Then all of a sudden-- 18007|Oh, you'd think 18007|I had been dead-- 18007|That summer was fierce! 18007|So to the field, where, 18007|O sweetheart, we 18007|Will make us merry! 18007|But that you say 18007|Is not true! 18007|Well, if all the time 18007|That you should know 18007|Of all my years 18007|That, if a word 18007|Were heard or said 18007|Against you, you would 18007|Think it a threat! 18007|Would you, then? Would you? 18007|'Twas not so far; 18007|And, now I've told you, 18007|She would not have it so. 18007|And, I assure you, 18007|But then her tail-- 18007|God bless its whip!-- 18007|A-circling in my hair! 18007|But I was mad 18007|A little while, 18007|And I was glad, 18007|And then it came to me! 18007|O mother--father! 18007|What a strange dream it was, 18007|That made you laugh 18007|And made me cry, 18007|That you were dead! 18007|So I went away 18007|To a farm-- 18007|A farm so near, 18007|And there I rode 18007|Until 18007|I came to death! 18007|There was a little grey mare 18007|Going up the road, as bibs-wise 18007|She would; but she was scared to death, 18007|As a little grey mare is, 18007|When bibs-wise she would. 18007|So she stopped at the turnpike, 18007|And she crossed the bridge, for a bridge, for a bridge, 18007|As she would. 18007|But never a bridge, never a bridge 18007|Stole she--or I, or you; 18007|For she went over the road, 18007|And made the turnpike right, 18007|As a little grey mare is afraid to make. 18007|So she crossed the road, and she looked, 18007|And she saw--as we saw-- 18007|The little girl's grave. 18007|Her mother and the mare she ran, 18007|And the grave-stone at last was as black or white 18007 ======================================== SAMPLE 37190 ======================================== 8790|As I toward the place remount, and there, 8790|Descending, on I gaz'd upward all 8790|The people, from whose nostrils all the breath, 8790|As from one fume, came forth the ruddy flame. 8790|The firm establishment of the bright 8790|Aves, that they might not be overflowed, 8790|And the serene brightness of that crowd, 8790|Appear'd before me; on the tips of their 8790|Clusters I pressed; and, behind, the rest 8790|Seem'd mortal. "Spirit! look and think, 8790|"How perfect are the tokens of our love!" 8790|My master spake, and pointed to the dame 8790|Pent with her husband. "NOW IT comes 8790|"To the full sense of thy saying. If aught 8790|"To cheer us and assist us in our quest 8790|"Of that fair dwelling, here, where I beseech, 8790|"It well may chance," he said, "that we shall view 8790|"Part of its beauty. There the gilded dome, 8790|"Whereon we rest, behind us seems to burn; 8790|"And there the Grosvenor's stem appears 8790|"Drawn within the fire. But do not grieve: 8790|"We still can look around, and peruse 8790|"The meanings of the ruins. FASÍTAIM 8790|"And THOMAS to his companion NEXTSPAN 8790|"Are leading, and behind them CARLOS leads. 8790|"I close my left hand upon a rock," 8790|He said, "and with my ring remove the band 8790|"Around my middle. Thou canst taste the herbs, 8790|"Though buried are the urns, whence the mixed juice 8790|"Was shed." Applying little and only loud 8790|His voice, he spake: "Speak louder, hold thy breath 8790|"Caídar: neither silence harms thee. Make me 8790|"More ready to withstand the assault, so 8790|"That silence may be made the cause of blame." 8790|I was still pressed by his appealing tone, 8790|When I saw DARRIS leading forth his gang, 8790|Who came half vacant. To the front they ran 8790|Many a running with unwet feet, but all 8790|Were stained with gore. In little space the men 8790|Were encircled. Then the valiant GTINAULT 8790|A guard erected, to protect the pilgrims, 8790|Pursued whom through that dire doom he has not run. 8790|His follower and his comrade thus were killed 8790|By my guide: but from those spirits quickly sent 8790|Turn not thine eyes away, but look on them, 8790|They are the children of the Sov'reign Power, 8790|And hence are angry. God be gracious to me, 8790|O Britons! That any Briton yet alive 8790|May suffer whatsoever sentence thou wilt 8790|From the vast Church: and if the sentence be 8790|Perjury, and defrauds the diocese, 8790|Death cometh on him so sudden in the plot, 8790|That verily he doth not know his own end." 8790|IND follows foremast, and their leader directs 8790|Methinks, in earnest, that my soul is bent 8790|To give the oath, though inducement none 8790|Or power may lend it. With that prudent counsel 8790|The day was ended, and the shades returned, 8790|After ten hours' slumber, at the word of God 8790|Who, after all, is prop of all. Then on 8790|We journey'd; and the guide, along the shore 8790|Exciting us, thus spake to us unsought: 8790|"Soon as my shade I shall be, O make haste; 8790|Enter in, and be ye guarded well, 8790|Ye spirits, towards Boston town this minute." 8790|First I, who wak'd, was on the shore transcending 8790|My guide, when on the bank there came I view'd 8790|A puissant Spirit, who ======================================== SAMPLE 37200 ======================================== 841|The people round me at the gate 841|Are like a flock of little sheep 841|Hungry and helpless for help from a care-worn shepherd; 841|We are the sheep of the heart-beats all over the world- 841|Now it was night; the church was empty, 841|The people were silent, far-off. 841|Suddenly I heard--and it startled me 841|That the church was empty and still, 841|'Twas as though a wind had blown the place, 841|And all the trees were bending in silence, 841|And the church on the hill was nothing 841|Save for the church-yard's still silence; 841|In the empty church there were some who lay 841|Worshipped and silent, and the night-wind 841|Swept my face, and I felt 'twould break. 841|In the empty church there had they lay, 841|As their hearth was burning and still, 841|There was one with a lot in his hands 841|To burn his labour and lay down his gold. 841|And one sat praying and nothing said, 841|And the rest kept silent and still, so it must be. 841|And I looked again to my door, and it was shut. 841|I opened it, I think at the heart of it 841|Some voice had said, "We were praying to-night, 841|That we may be saved, the faithful, from Hell. 841|But the candles are lit, we are all alone. 841|'Come down on us then, and we will follow and burn." 841|'But what to do after this? What to do?' they said. 841|Then a silence fell and the candles shone 841|Light upon their faces, and the men slept, 841|And the night-wind breathed, and the night-wind blew. 841|'But what to do when we hear the sound of it, 841|Calling to sleep and waking our breath 841|And the night-wind whispered 'Whom are you calling?' 841|Then these were moved and the men started and laughed. 841|There came to the place 841|Of the flame-red lamps, the men who are going to Hell; 841|And the men who were silent sat down by their beds. 841|And the old candle was there so strangely lit, 841|And the new, so faintly, and the cold candle pale. 841|'And it is they who are praying there, so quietly; 841|Their voices all seem to grow more low and close. 841|The voices grow higher, the voices more near, 841|With the whisper of a song, and the sigh of a kiss. 841|And the sound of the songs grows softer, and darker, 841|And they sink and rise and break and fall, and all 841|The silence, the light, 841|Is like the soundless darkness 841|Of a mind that knows to-night is not to be; 841|And the dark night-silence is like that. 841|All the night, 841|With the lamps at a distance, there came a voice, 841|Saying: "Ye men in arms who will not fight 841|Or fight in God's cause, 841|Come here to me: 841|I am trembling like an infant weak with fear. 841|All the night, 841|With the lamps at a distance, was it ever thus? 841|And now I have lit mine eyes, and I listen and try 841|If my vision be correct, and if any word 841|May have been said. The morning came not; the day 841|In the firelight looks like a face; the night is dead 841|As the night of death. 841|So it is not for their silence, but that they 841|Are the sons of men, and the youth of Rome; 841|And they have chosen the most secret places to hide 841|In places her walls and fetters made impure. 841|The old man rose and walked to the west window, 841|And saw the burning car, and knew its face 841|And cried 'By my beard! by my life! I dare not 841| ======================================== SAMPLE 37210 ======================================== 841|With a laugh from the street, and the girl that's dead, 841|And two other ghosts that live in a room 841|In a dingy attic of a house I knew, 841|And one that was far away in the moon. 841|And then I was free to go. When the night 841|Filled my spirit with its darkness, I knew 841|That the house was empty, and I wished to know 841|Where one lived there who should know I loved her. 841|And then I walked to the window and saw 841|A white face looking at me. And I said: 841|"What do you think of me? What do I do?" 841|And this white man answered: "You shall not die; 841|You are but the spirit of someone who died, 841|The spirit of another, and that is she." 841|Then the ghost of the woman walked up to me. 841|She had a pale face, as pale as a ghost's, 841|But her eyes were as blue as an Indian's, 841|And her lips were white as a lily's. 841|To-day, as I watched them I seemed to hear 841|To-morrow hearing the white people go, 841|And the old white lady said: "You are a sinner 841|And I will make you into a spirit." 841|The old white lady said: "You are a fool, 841|To have been fooled and come to this haunted house. 841|"To-day, with a smile, perhaps the lily smiles 841|But to-morrow with a frown you shall die. 841|"And you shall lie in a coffin, a corpse 841|With a stone coffin of white, and a stone shroud, 841|And you shall never see your lover more." 841|Then I said: "If another lover lies 841|In this house I've lived in all these years 841|What should I do but lie in this coffin 841|With this stone coffin of white, and this stone shroud?" 841|But the old white lady shook her head and said: 841|"You have thought enough, your life is ended. 841|"You are just a wandering spirit, I have told you 841|That your life is ended. 841|"To-morrow we will find you and bring you home; 841|For your soul will live in the tombstone, 841|And the life of the flesh is ended here. 841|"But for the flesh it lives in the grave 841|Where no light comes, and no peace comes, 841|And love is all you ask for it." 841|So I said: "I have had enough!" And I heard 841|More than I dared, and I knew they were dead. 841|Then I said: "What can I say to make you mad, 841|Or to save the soul of this dead body?" 841|And the old white lady looked at me and said: 841|"The soul of the dead is in you. 841|"This flesh is but a corpse, in a tomb 841|Where you shall lie till your soul is dead, 841|And you shall not see your lover any more. 841|"And the life of the living will die; 841|So be afraid of death. And you are old, 841|And feeble, so you shall lie in your coffin 841|With no stone coffin and no stone shroud." 841|And I said: "Shall the ghost in my head 841|Bear my ghostly pain to the ghost in the grave, 841|Where no sunlight comes, and no peace comes?" 841|And my old white lady said: "But you are foolish, 841|You are only a dreamer who cannot dream. 841|You shall not die, but lie in this coffin 841|With no stone coffin and no stone shroud." 841|And I said: "'Tis a very beautiful world, 841|But it's dull in the darkness. 841|And yet it's always cheerful, and always full 841|Of people who love you, and never love you." 841|And the old white lady looked at me and smiled, 841|And her eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 37220 ======================================== 19221|In the midst of a wilderness of wild 19221|Moss and stone, and every kind of ruin; 19221|So the wind may whistle, or the rain 19221|Pelt it with pangs of pain! 19221|And this is how it was, when the world was young,-- 19221|By the brook's dim lake, 19221|Beneath the hawthorn-tree, 19221|Under the almond-tree, 19221|All undistinguished stands the State,-- 19221|Dark, mysterious, still. 19221|And the moon is hid from our eyes, 19221|As by night the ivy-trees obscure; 19221|But through the twilight we discern, 19221|And the eyes are tortured with a pain 19221|That is not Nature's. 19221|From the rose-tree in the hedge 19221|The light deforms, and at our feet 19221|Speeds the step of the phantom nigh, 19221|Like footsteps of a ghost. 19221|O'er the stream it rushes vast, 19221|And now 'tis past the bank-- 19221|'Tis past the bank, 'tis past the rill, 19221|And past the beautiful land! 19221|What is all this noisy noise, 19221|O what is this sad cheer, 19221|But the sigh, and the sob, and the whisper, 19221|'Tis the heart that beat--for ever! 19221|On the mountain's head the sun shines bright, 19221|And milder than in summer; 19221|O'er the forest where the blackbird sings 19221|The soft winds wander; 19221|On dale and knoll and dell I hear 19221|The wild birds singing; 19221|And in the glen there is a hum 19221|Of honey-makers: 19221|But the heart of me 's auld and lean 19221|Where'er the sun shines; 19221|And, tho' Love has charms for young and old, 19221|And Youth and Love will meet,-- 19221|My heart still beats round with Desire 19221|And Heaven's own laws to obey: 19221|And so, though day by day I sink 19221|Far from my Joys and Laurels, 19221|Yet on the wings of Fancy back 19221|Again I flit about: 19221|And, though the motion be so light 19221|And transient and sweet, 19221|Yet still as once before it rang 19221|My spirit sings--And dies. 19221|There 's nae spell, there 's nought but bliss 19221|To gar St John's Cruible bleed; 19221|Tho' scholars long have thought it strange 19221|That in the last few hundred years 19221|'Twas seen but seldom. 19221|There 's nae spell, there 's nought but bliss 19221|To gar St John's Cruible bleed; 19221|Now think upon it; for it 's an 19221|A sort of miracle: 19221|A stane or two, a crook, a crook, 19221|A hook, an' scrip, an' smock, an' all 19221|A sailor's kit, wi' grinders in, 19221|Wi' spinnin'-pieces grinded; 19221|Wi' spittin'-pates, an' spittin'-pates 19221|Spittin' off the bench, an' steeks 19221|Out o' spits, and o' steeks; 19221|An' every man that sips at voy, 19221|A thirst that never fa'n, 19221|Is like to p'mit i' Heaven's fire 19221|For to come hame wi' pints o' wine 19221|An' harns o' pints. 19221|Then back to whare we hed to be, 19221|An' whare we hed to be; 19221|And back to whare we hed to be-- 19221|An' whare we hed to be! 19221|When winds bide true wi' ships, you see, 19221|An' weather is fair weather, true it 's vice; 19221|For true it 's vice when winds are by, 19221| ======================================== SAMPLE 37230 ======================================== 20|On th' other side where he began to sit, 20|Sat one of Canaan's Chiefest, a strenghely felowe. 20|He who forth behaved was in many things eligd 20|To highest favour, yet he kept his temper, 20|And by his words and actions had publishd 20|The shap't shape of him, and therefore so degr 20|To all flatt'ring passions, that they fell to try 20|If he might by their force, or by persuasion, 20|Win over th' inclin'd ones, who only long'd to dwell 20|In th' captivity, but could not, without 20|Damning himself most hee. To whom th' Impereal 20|(If fame be true, which say they were, who stood 20|Beside the River Philistion, to send 20|Their message to th' Empyreal, descending first 20|From Heav'ns high Throne, and bending ten times ten 20|The Mountain Tenets to the River's side 20|Transverse, as be the Portal projects for ten 20|Thro' the expanse; which, when the sun neer sets, 20|On one side once a hundred night and morning 20|Measures the glistering edge of all the seas, 20|On th' other side, since in the horigon arms 20|They rest not night or morning; but the sea 20|Rends hither and hence traveling, on the wide 20|And Indus long flat, when that the midcourse plots 20|His various course, half in the fisher's Bay, 20|Half by the Piercy in the Sunny Shore, 20|Easie, half elysian, (now this side night) 20|Upon an olde man whose bulk of fat 20|Extends for miles around, and whose cheeks as thin 20|As is the husk of poppy seed; yet not more thin 20|Nearest the Occasion, then when he stands 20|On his right shoulder christening with sic Gods 20|The wide world, and with sic words describid 20|The dangerous passage of men into Hell; 20|Which is refused him, but he falls to gain 20|The eiren side, and to the Hell of Fire 20|Spreading, securely as he may, that leap 20|Into that fiery River which attends 20|The eating up of men: thither he hies 20|By road of least ascent, way of least return, 20|And thither he escapeth wise Chief 20|Baal so doing, for wisdom he thereby 20|Drew after him a lineage among them 20|Most salutably signifie, most signifie, 20|Most fit to invite him thither, to dwell 20|With his Captains hepatie breed, who still 20|Do eat th' Communion salt; a Race of Gods, 20|Led by the vile carnal appetitie, 20|Abuse it, borrow it, leepe it, abuse it, 20|While they live, noyse they eat, to th' expense 20|Of all mankinde, and by them brought together 20|In one high-rais'd and lusty-grown world, 20|All without distinction of race or dresst: 20|Then they must dwell in bondage and in fear, 20|Led vilely by the foolish conceit 20|Of power or beauty, who themselves beguile 20|With empty looks and gibe-struck sprightly words, 20|And by that trick attemper'd so to grow 20|Into a monstrous sight, that what before 20|Seeme likeness but a fragment of it feare. 20|To whom sad CHAOS thus, with undisputed sway, 20|Answer'd thus th' ABRAHAMITE of long renowne. 20|How cam'st thou from the Country of the Pure, 20|Beyond the seas, and quiet by the valley's side? 20|This fame from whence thou com'st is but a flash 20|From transient Boötes, and the fame of her, 20|That became a Dream, when once the charmed Maid 20|Dreamt she was a Serpent when the eaglet sweet; 20|But in the night she wander'd, fell in Serpentes 20|Betwixt the mountains and the ocean side, 20|And as the moon doth sleep, so likewise thou 20|Wilt sleep, if thou obey'st the imperious call ======================================== SAMPLE 37240 ======================================== 27401|But, I think, there needs need be no light to fall. 27401|As the last shadow of sunset glooms the sea, 27401|Serene on sea-set hills an age-long night is spent, 27401|And one light glimmers on the sea-ways far and gone 27401|That made light of day; and many a song of woe, 27401|And mournful moan among the long sands spent, 27401|Sinks down and sinks, and fades away and is gone; 27401|And in the dim green hills the tide goes slow, 27401|And night is up, and the great stars wax red 27401|In heaven, and the pale moon, the child of light, 27401|With one red hand on heaven and one red eye 27401|That's watching for the birth of some new morn for us; 27401|And the old moon grows still with drooping hair, 27401|And the sea-grass shakes as snow falls on the sands 27401|In one sweet dream of many dreams for one night; 27401|And the great skies drift out a little space 27401|From sea-top to the edge of sunset, and close 27401|The blue with a veil of foam that never flutters 27401|To a soft veil of storm in one soft tear that starts. 27401|The heart of night is warm with the sun's own fire, 27401|And the great shadows of the clouds are white with night, 27401|And one clear glory of star-silvered fire that glows, 27401|One light on the deeps of sunset and one light 27401|In heaven above, whereon the blue star-silvered night 27401|Rests with the stars of the cloud-silvered night; 27401|And like a song of many songs in one light 27401|The storm-silvered night is sung, as I dream now; 27401|As the last wild memory of one day is now 27401|In memory, the same with heart and brain and soul, 27401|On one boundless, boundless day of many bound 27401|In one sweet day of many sweet days; 27401|As many songs of many sweet days are now 27401|In song, and heart, and brain, and soul of me; 27401|As many wild birds playing one wild song of the sea 27401|That the wind makes strange noises of in the dusk, 27401|The same wild song; 27401|As many lights of the stars of many sweet nights, 27401|The same light, and a silent heaven above. 27401|But now I come to what will never perish yet, 27401|My soul's song of the soul of all things sweet, 27401|In that one moment, 27401|When the soul's song is not sung, nor waned, nor dies, nor is, 27401|But is but kept awake by the breath in the sun, 27401|A flame and a melody that is not to be denied 27401|Of the wind and the sun and the stars of many sweet. 27401|When I think of the song that shall outlast us all, 27401|In all memory, and be in us a living part, 27401|My heart leaps up and my heart is all agleam, 27401|For the great music in all living songs is not gone, 27401|Nor the great light in all hearts is lost in the dark. 27401|Sing, thou bird of the summer night, 27401|Sing thy song, the song of the sun; 27401|Sing, thou flower of the summer rain, 27401|The light he lit for the rose; 27401|Sing, when the light was over the rose 27401|He lit for the rose for her sweet face, 27401|The song of her kiss he heard; 27401|Sing still, for thou shalt not be forgot, 27401|For ever sing thou as she stole 27401|The firelight from his burning eyes 27401|And the love-light from his longing eyes 27401|To gaze on the sunlit land; 27401|Sing, for he still is with love and thee, 27401|And he is dead, and never you. 27401|Sing, thou nightingale of the forest, 27401|Sing thy love-song of the May; 27401|Sing, for his love was like to thine own, 27401|In the song he made for thee; ======================================== SAMPLE 37250 ======================================== 1030|And he should have done it but in a different style, 1030|But here the pott hath no longer a claim 1030|To be the source of what so long should be said 1030|To be the best and most true discourse or art. 1030|To say that a man's an ass is all too harsh 1030|And to say that a man's not fit for a place 1030|Beguiles a volume of King James's Court. 1030|The worst in a man are those too frail parts 1030|Wherein the whole is but imperfectly shown, 1030|Like an immense statue with its arms abroad, 1030|And in itself so poor, that at this day, 1030|Even the artist who did most skill to give 1030|A picture to the mind, in making a book, 1030|Can but say he took pains to give it life: 1030|And the greatest works in literature, I say, 1030|Are done with much the worst that can be expected. 1030|I know not whether there is a principle 1030|In virtue, or whether there is but one, 1030|But that this difference is more glaring too, 1030|Is that, by making a good, a bad is made. 1030|And that all virtue is but wasted waste, 1030|Like the rare stones that abound in a mead 1030|There in the bottom of one's glass, I say. 1030|Of this great debate in the world (as my Lord 1030|To the Duke of Yorke says) I say nay 1030|Nor whether all virtue is but waste, 1030|Nor whether virtue's a thing divine, 1030|But that those who think the two extremes are one, 1030|And would teach them to choose between the two, 1030|Shall learn it is not worth their while to choose. 1030|But I am bound to say I think all's confusion 1030|In this great strife, no matter what the cause, 1030|Where two great causes are alike enough, 1030|Nor two great causes at one time control, 1030|And they who make the strife are but puppets 1030|That wind in a tempestuous cloud, 1030|And are in it all their life 1030|Till they are swept away with carelessness, 1030|And leave the puppets to play 1030|Round on a clock, with their lives at strife. 1030|I have no doubt our whole earth to us 1030|Is in a cloud, cloud not an awful thing. 1030|But 'tis time we were clear of the cloud 1030|And took a fresh, fresh look at the sun; 1030|For he doth seem so like the body here, 1030|In place of his old habit of setting 1030|And putting out the beams of so much might 1030|Against the day, there is none. 1030|Let's try the moon. The light that shines for her 1030|Doth seem but ill-gotten wine in her hand, 1030|And she may, if I judge it rightly, be 1030|A thing to make us rather weep than smile, 1030|And look a little like our mother Venus. 1030|What is the use, then, of weeping over her? 1030|We weep for her in such plenty as years 1030|May bear away, or last till we have died; 1030|But there's nothing so sad that blood could fill 1030|In that great sun, that it is not an end. 1030|We weep for her in plenty, who alone 1030|Of us can weep in this vast world of ours: 1030|Her image cannot make that wearisome gloom 1030|To shine too clear, for she is the same. 1030|And so I pass by those who have loved her so, - 1030|The poor, the good, the wise, and the beautiful, - 1030|And say that they can do very well, 1030|Though they may not know an hour before their death, 1030|The things that she has done for them. 1030|She hath been here a day; 1030|But though she is away 1030|They never cease to live: 1030|Love is not lost, nor tired, nor weak, - 1030|Love is her full, sovereign power, 1030|Which doth their hearts still ======================================== SAMPLE 37260 ======================================== 12286|Or a kind of golden holly, and a bright blue 12286|Moss, as of the morning gleaming 12286|On a green hillock's crown. 12286|And as he wandered here and there 12286|And watched the meadow and her rill, 12286|For the first time he knew 12286|But a maiden's spirit was around him. 12286|"O was that you?" she softly cries, 12286|"The pretty grass, the little brook 12286|And the white and never-failing hazels." 12286|Yet, though so softly thou art falling, 12286|Yet thou wilt one day rise and woo him 12286|To a life of pure delight! 12286|When, like a moonlight shadow, 12286|Shall fall thy beauty on the ear, 12286|O, listen all! all, all, 12286|For the dream-sweet voice of thy first song! 12286|Sweet little piper, tell us why 12286|(Since I cannot please thee with my playing), 12286|Thy fingers, ere the pipe is set, 12286|Dwell dimly on the strings? 12286|For I have never heard you sing 12286|In the places where the wood-birds sing; 12286|Do you think, for a living, 12286|That you can make melodies? 12286|Tell us, sweet little piper, why 12286|(Since I cannot please you with your talking), 12286|You come so fresh and fair to wooing, 12286|To where the woodbirds sing? 12286|For, oh! I love thee, and your love-- 12286|So early for the Spring--towards you 12286|For a while doth slow decline: 12286|But the Spring will come again, when 12286|I am wiser, and more wise, 12286|Then, my darling little piper, 12286|You shall be mine, and I shall pay 12286|With a better pipe my last farewell. 12286|Who the wreath for? 12286|Bend thine arms, 12286|Come away! For I shall not be 12286|Satirical nor dainty--my tale. 12286|With a sigh, 12286|And a bow the song 12286|Of thy voice 12286|I bid thee cease! 12286|I hear it, and I know it is 12286|Pourance. 12286|A little note 12286|Whispers of decay: 12286|Thou art a sigh 12286|Of the wind. 12286|With what 12286|Must I play 12286|My part 12286|So sadly? 12286|With what 12286|Shall I sing? 12286|Shall I play 12286|The part 12286|That is so hushty? 12286|With what 12286|Shall I woo 12286|A lover, 12286|Doomed to die? 12286|With what 12286|Can I give 12286|That once was thine? 12286|The sweetest thing 12286|The world can give-- 12286|To leave it 12286|And seek 12286|A mortal part! 12286|But, O, if I 12286|Could send, at once, 12286|Like fire, 12286|My heart, 12286|And could receive 12286|My tears 12286|Back, too, on thy 12286|Back, as of old, 12286|Or with a kiss 12286|As tender 12286|As in truth it is 12286|I bid thee cease-- 12286|For I am sorrowful, and thou art loving; 12286|And I am sorry and happy in silence. 12286|We are so young, and we live so long, is 12286|Our love, that we love--doth make our life 12286|So long in this world, that all seems vain-- 12286|I see, as we walk in our golden prime, 12286|That our youth, we should leave it for ease. 12286|If I love thee, 'tis for thy beauty's sake: 12286|For a soul's love, the mind may desire; 12286|But when 'tis for the means of pleasure, 12286|Then I ======================================== SAMPLE 37270 ======================================== 18500|In auld lang syne, 18500|To love we've wander'd far, 18500|And hae we now? 18500|The rose's a bonnie bloom, 18500|By the burnie a', 18500|But, by the lily's lily face, 18500|It's the bonnie lassie's smile 18500|That's the bonnie lassie's gift; 18500|The rose is roun' frae the thorn, 18500|It's the burnie a' to me; 18500|But, gin my heart's licht on high, 18500|I'll ne'er be sae lang, 18500|That's the bonnie lassie's gift. 18500|In my luve-crown'd luve-crown'd luve-crown'd luve, 18500|I'll ne'er forget the rose is fair; 18500|For, gin my heart's licht on high, 18500|I'll ne'er forget the rose is fair; 18500|When I behold the rose-bud blaw, 18500|I'll sing a sang wi' joy, 18500|As on it's purer hue I trace 18500|The memory o' my lost luve. 18500|When I am gone the road I luve' 18500|May my soul, no lowne, be there; 18500|Gin it be sae abashed, dere, 18500|Of the bonnie lassie of Paradise, 18500|Then my heart will beat wi' joy, 18500|For the bonnie lassie o' Paradise, 18500|Lived in Paradise ae bonnie young lassie 18500|That ever lived, or was auld or young! 18500|And that is Alice Bell,-- 18500|She's my ain, 18500|Or ever life began; 18500|She's whan I come to ask 18500|For my love,-- 18500|Or ever life began! 18500|She's auld, and sair miscreant li'l daddie, 18500|She's unkenn'd by marriage; 18500|A sort of an old apprentice-labourer, 18500|Untaught nor law nor civie, 18500|Ilk viewin o' marriage, ay ay ay! 18500|The sair auld world's sae bewild'itin' 18500|To marriage, and the lasses. 18500|She's unkenn'd by marriage, ay ay ay! 18500|Ay na! the bairnies rush in a fury; 18500|Till ten or twenty's whangin' upon the trade, 18500|Auld, untir'd women an' auld wud be dour; 18500|An' I shall hear from them in haste, "She's unhappin' 18500|Her braw new ha' ask ye, is she? 18500|Yes, ay, the lasses are unhappin'; ay ay ay! 18500|That's the sort o' ye ken, 18500|To be irkyl ageean 18500|And sae unwedded. 18500|They'll haud you, ay, haud ye, 18500|They'll haud you, ay, haud ye! 18500|You'll work ye, ay, work ye 18500|Whan ye're forty year. 18500|The braw new age's gleg ye see, 18500|Nae mair ye'll hae to do; 18500|Work in life's young green ye'll ha' mak' a dash, 18500|Whan life's young green ye see. 18500|The carlin' an' wipin', an' wipin' 18500|Wad ye start the auld age through; 18500|The muckle weel's, an' evermair bewel, 18500|Auld age's but a ranting-stick-an'-splinter, 18500|The auld age's but a ranting stick-an'-strinter 18500|An' wither out a frien' 18500|Wi' saut as age-soughin' 18500|And saut as saut's the age ye see! 18500|An' if your heart be young, an' if your heart be braw, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 37280 ======================================== 20586|"I'll see him next morn, as I 'm a-dealing. 20586|Now let them take them, and go on your way. 20586|"I'm now the last one there--which is the way-- 20586|And I'll be the first on the sands to meet him. 20586|"Aye, you may say that: but I've got such a man 20586|For my father, and so I can't do that, pray! 20586|I'm still so young, my heart 's been beating so; 20586|"But if my father's the one to meet me here, 20586|Why, I'm tired and cold, I'm sure, to-night, 20586|When such a man meets me here, as you see; 20586|"If I'm to be his friend from this I know, 20586|If I'm to be his lover from that. You? 20586|Aye, you are right, no doubt, to suppose 20586|A man can be married to another, 20586|But a maid to a youth like me, a maid 20586|To a youth like yourself, if you please. 20586|"What is this? And yet, I think 20586|That all the world be dazzled if he meet; 20586|As if, for some reason, I should shine 20586|In his presence the while I talk with men. 20586|"So I 'll tell you, my sweet! for all your skill 20586|In sweet talk and subtle arts, is in doubt, 20586|Whether to pass your thoughts forever by, 20586|And make a new set of things, or a new set of you, 20586|Aye, and change me only--but the reason 20586|Is, to whom I 've been used so long! 20586|"The one thing that you ever used 20586|Is me; and of course it is such a shame 20586|And such a stain upon your name, that 20586|It hurts the more just to make a change. 20586|"I 'm the one name on the monuments of time; 20586|Yet the poor dog won't for one, two, three, 20586|And four or five times, since that time, you 20586|I have called. And now, at last, I 'm called one! 20586|"You were always more than I; and I'll be 20586|The more I am, though all your being, too, 20586|Is but the same as he who now is you, 20586|The one of six." 20586|He had not been heard, but that did not seem 20586|A very happy thing, to make his pride 20586|By making a young name but dimly grow, 20586|And make the name of a young face grow dim 20586|To the sight of another's. He was right; 20586|And, however much he had been with me, now, 20586|They might have been equals, as they had been; 20586|And we might have been equal in that one thing, 20586|The love of our youth. Had he been to say, 20586|As he says to me, that he loved me more 20586|Of the two than of the two; that is, more 20586|Of the two than of the two--I and he; 20586|I of the two to his one to one--I and he-- 20586|He of the two through the lapse of time! 20586|"Nay, it was not for that, my Lord!" said I-- 20586|"Nor yet for the tenderness, or the faith, 20586|That all hearts now show--'twill be seen to be 20586|A thing for ever passing for the best-- 20586|Nor yet the love I have not, if I give 20586|The love I have not to you, aught to win-- 20586|Nor yet the faith that has not been my own; 20586|Nor yet the faith that has not been my own, 20586|Nor yet your right to the right which I give, 20586|Nor yet the faith which might not be my own-- 20586|Nor yet the faith for which I give such faith, 20586|And all its various fickleness. This is 20586|The thing, O King, which I have loved and lost! 20586|" ======================================== SAMPLE 37290 ======================================== 20|Him, to ascend from this inferior Sphere, 20|With many a Bond he cloathe, and with many a Ring, 20|The which of love and truth suffrage high acclaim, 20|Since he to whom we are commits us wholly, 20|To be his Mistress, and to be his Sonne his Way. 20|I therefore, when my longer stay was waste, 20|As once I was, departing from thy side, 20|Into thy Sonnes I will walk, with mine own hand 20|Abetted by thy Spirit; He will lead 20|Us to the Mount of Blades, there to be whipped 20|Upon the Hill, by whom the fine relates, 20|As to each Sex, according to the Circumstance. 20|Till I arrive at the great Hill of Ends, 20|There I with gentle Women will find 20|A dwelling for me, where I may live free, 20|And enjoy the blessings of a Matrimonial Tree. 20|But if the ambition of your great Sire 20|Win through and make me third in his esteem, 20|Thrice happy he that mollify such love! 20|For I will leave all begirt, and as choicest 20|As erst in Heav'n, stripped to the Skin, and Sold 20|As he had Sold me, going forth to Heav'n, 20|With a small Diadem, small, as yet unwrought, 20|Which Heav'ns Spirit hath up Trodden down, 20|And of so pure and simple a kind, 20|It is a Paradise to toune; it will 20|Be nigh to being lost in Heav'ns fair properte. 20|It will be mov'd by no attempt of thir hand 20|Against mortal place or touch of mortal foot. 20|Yet will I live both where I am and where 20|Thir Sons and their Successour may succeed; 20|In Heav'n they need not concern them least 20|For them or for themselves: I will not shrink 20|By half, but stand put even with them there, 20|And theirs unalter'd Heav'ns Ell must match; 20|If to reject the good they lov'd I then 20|Be hazard of life to me and thir behove, 20|Or sudden Night, more forfeit to them both, 20|To wade through woond'rous Deeps, and then at last 20|Thirst and Flutter to Heav'ns high Sail, and wet 20|With Heav'n flame through the Twilight, there to view 20|Thir Pleasure, for to wet combie burnisht Rowbe 20|With Oares that never burnisht by Morning Sun 20|In greit Encre, or warm Enuary Bowers 20|Want to themselves, but must obtain the sweet 20|Comfort of a Sweetnesse Divine in woman, 20|Wedding dulcet Ores in the Grasse of Elsie, 20|With perfect Love, and without end of renoun 20|To bless and to protect only with her eye. 20|SATAN remaining, and thir Gazer Grounds 20|Of Vision still in Heav'n receiv'd their best 20|And brightest Shott, as when HARLEIAN Night 20|With Morn approach'd in robe of sov'ran White 20|Down from the Chrystall Gates, that shew'd her praise 20|To th' all-bounteous Ward of Evening, when 20|To HEAV'N in silver Chariots of joy 20|Thir flashing Arrows brought from Heav'n. So passed 20|Spectators bright, in bliss hypertelf of Heav'n. 20|But THUS to my Rosy Nephew. 20|Yet some among ye may want 20|Comforts sexellific, such 20|As Increase supply 20|When Rule and Perfections flush 20|With too much taint of Evil. Such 20|Are women, such the rare 20|And obvious Virtues, those 20|Rare Pleasures, which the Mind 20|With propriety doth range, 20|Not bounding sammlunges and palaces, 20|But mild and harmless vassals unconfin'd 20|By any restraint of sense, nor strong 20|Libel'd or perverted in a wife, 20|Nor greedy of thir own dear lost Lenores, 20|As men by ======================================== SAMPLE 37300 ======================================== 36214|"We are free," she cried, "free men to-night; 36214|Who dares not strive, shall not be slain." 36214|There, by his bed, lay King Ednor. 36214|Ere the moon had risen, 36214|Bade me, from the tower of gold 36214|Across the dark, 36214|Draw the portal of the tower. 36214|Then, with all my heart, I went 36214|Within, and hid the gold, and set 36214|Within my cave my hoard 36214|Of the many-coloured gems. 36214|And I left it there, undefiled, 36214|As when I came from Eden 36214|With my first-born of the Spring, 36214|And the light of God upon me. 36214|Then the clouds came, and a darkness 36214|Of clouds came with darkness over the earth, 36214|And my brethren trembled, and my father fled 36214|Till the wolf-wolf's eyes had closed upon him. 36214|Ere, still upon his knee, 36214|Sat his wife, all tender, 36214|Saying, "My child, be comforted; 36214|God will surely give you a son"-- 36214|"My God," replied the mother, "not that!" 36214|The wolves followed, with dire foreboding, 36214|Through the night and over the plain; 36214|My mother, like an aged woman, 36214|Prayed for her child a lonely night. 36214|Her son went forth into the storm 36214|With its tempest before, 36214|And in the storm did many fall, 36214|Like the fallen leaf in the flood; 36214|But there was light, so there she saw, 36214|The daughter-in-law of God. 36214|God saw her, and beheld the child 36214|With tender eyes; 36214|And, as he saw my woman, smiled. 36214|"Why, child, art thou not glad?" 36214|Then, from out His heaven of bliss, 36214|With words of praise and of release, 36214|Stretched His hand and was free. 36214|God heard, and that was all. What then? 36214|Thy daughter-in-law of God? 36214|My babe, I cannot bear thy life. 36214|God, thine eye, as thou didst grow, 36214|Has pierced into thy heart. 36214|Thou hast a son's body, I, 36214|And now thy son's life's a boy. 36214|Be holy ever, all thy days, 36214|If so I live and bless thee!" 36214|Then out of my hands the child took 36214|A broken rock, and cried, "I love thee!" 36214|"Nay, child," she answered, "not so; 36214|It is a rock: and thou hast struck 36214|The world with thy little word. 36214|Thy words have wrought a wonder-working miracle!" 36214|The moon has risen in the sky, 36214|But only one ray is mine, 36214|Like the dim shadow of a cloud 36214|When night is deep, I think. 36214|But light is not to my eyes, 36214|For I cannot see beyond 36214|Those stars that o'er God's sky are white, 36214|And, to the other side, 36214|The wind that wails by the white wayside 36214|Where our little boy is gone. 36214|Then, if it comes that his soul 36214|Will seek and seek again 36214|To reach mine eyes; God give us grace to meet 36214|The old and joyous face, 36214|Where love and grief are not unknown. 36214|How often through this night of pain 36214|Have I looked up to God for rest, 36214|As, from the darkness of my room, 36214|I sought that comfort rare! 36214|But when I bowed my head, as low 36214|As ever yet I do, 36214|He would not leave his house of prayer 36214|Where his eternal light was there, 36214|To walk with sorrow there. 36214|But through this darkness of the night 36214|Came the ======================================== SAMPLE 37310 ======================================== 4010|And with a sudden rush and leap 4010|Came with the bier, and raised his hands 4010|And cried, "O God, if I may know His Son, 4010|And come to guard thee in thy need, 4010|If thou hast lost one brother of thy race, 4010|And wilt be by one so fair to give, 4010|Come, let a porter's rags be worn, 4010|And give thy body to the dogs." 4010|The lark made answer, and sighed, "The heart 4010|Of one like thee to move my fancies, 4010|Wherein it seems to sleep as rest, 4010|With earth's dearest waters sweet 4010|Inlaced; but I can never die; 4010|The soul within me breathes and lives; 4010|And still I yearn to share with thee 4010|The sorrows of my King's repose." 4010|Then on his head the crown he drew, 4010|And all the mourners bore the bier: 4010|The porter, wakened at the word, 4010|Stood on the stair of passage. 4010|The King with all his knights upwent 4010|That bower, and walked and looked around, 4010|As though on every side they heard, 4010|Or thought they heard, an airy drum, 4010|Or thought they heard, or thought they knew, 4010|Voices, that low, and strange, and sweet, 4010|Came like a ghostly minstrelsy: 4010|And as the King he looked around. 4010|The bower was opened on their eyes; 4010|The knights of the good King Arthur 4010|Were here--with boding and with prayer. 4010|As on the morning of the day 4010|All Arthur's knights to Arthur came; 4010|Like angels round the King they stood, 4010|And heard his songs, and smiled on him. 4010|His songs, like angels, lay on knee; 4010|His joy in theirs more bright than gold. 4010|And one of them said, "Thou mayst behold 4010|That Christ was born a minstrel boy; 4010|The father was a harper stout, 4010|Who, with his harp, never could inspire 4010|The hearts of true men with true love. 4010|But, if thou be Christ's mother, say, 4010|Can this Christ's song be sweeter than love?" 4010|For these, for them, that same child praised, 4010|Who, when to Arthur's court he came, 4010|With harp, his harp, and pipe, his pipe, 4010|Made mirth as the merry minstrels sung; - 4010|How much for such a Lord the King 4010|Gave him, with gold of Arthur's dower! 4010|When Christ was born of Mary's choice, 4010|The priests were there, with joyous cry - 4010|For Christ was born when men were free! 4010|At the same Sabbath, through each land, 4010|Maids and fair youths in white array 4010|Trod the green hill where the Christ was born. 4010|But ere the birth they had begun, 4010|A man with hooded head and hair, 4010|That never yet had seen the light, 4010|Hovered beside the little Lord; 4010|When this was close beside the place. 4010|The hooded man's eyes, with wrath, aflame, 4010|He glared around, and yelled as loud, 4010|"For Christ is born of a woman's womb! 4010|His mother was a woman too; 4010|And she that bore Him had a son, 4010|That bore Him more than seven years, 4010|Was pregnant by a man! 4010|How will ye, wretches! think on bliss 4010|That you should breed a Devil's mate! 4010|"Men call Him Son of God, God's King; 4010|I call Him Son of the Devil! 4010|Go, begone, go from the place! 4010|I've called Him King, He is my King; 4010|As He is King--by voice of power - 4010 ======================================== SAMPLE 37320 ======================================== 29700|All that he loved the fairest was, 29700|Then, then the fairest was his love. 29700|So he turned to her his eyes, 29700|Crowned with those that are most divine; 29700|And sweetly did she speak, 29700|"Behold for this, my Love, _my_ choice 29700|Of the flowers of the garden fair. 29700|"What! can my true love's looks, 29700|"Like the arrows of the hunter's bow, 29700|"Dive through the shadows of that flower, 29700|"Lone in the garden of the years? 29700|"Shall I go forth to meet him? 29700|"Shall I seek for his return, 29700|"Or go seeking, day by day, 29700|"Through the shadow-shades of thee?" 29700|"No; go not forth: he is so near, 29700|"My happy Love, thou hast not seen. 29700|"The moon shall not upward lean 29700|"To greet the maiden in her bower, 29700|"When he hath borne thee to thy rest." 29700|"I will not seek, I will not go-- 29700|"I will not look, I will not seek. 29700|"Go, for the moon hath given no sign 29700|"Of thy return, thou lonely one. 29700|"The shadows that upbear the flowers 29700|"Are dark as night, and chill as fear. 29700|"Wherefore go I not forth to meet 29700|"With my soft arms their eager mine? 29700|"The green and silent orchard-blossoms, 29700|"That seem to beckon, but are hid? 29700|"The golden corn, that lifts the bough 29700|"From out the soil that clings around, 29700|"Yields not a single fruit to eat 29700|"And is the cause, I think, of all 29700|"The ills that plague me in the land? 29700|"The meadows, green with blossoming, 29700|"That yield no harvest for my bread? 29700|"The lowing of the herds of kine-- 29700|"Their feet that clatter when they please;-- 29700|"The silent, unrepenting streams, 29700|"And lowing of the cattle there? 29700|"The wailing of the winds, and all 29700|"The barrenness and woe of things? 29700|"I cannot say, 'Why do they bear?' 29700|"Nor see with what distress I deal!" 29700|Then cried the fair and lovely maid, 29700|"I have been fooled. I seek no more 29700|"In the wild, wild fields which I knew. 29700|"Oh, give me other gifts than these, 29700|"And let me wander on alone!" 29700|He did but hear her wail and cried, 29700|"Be comforted!" the Master spake; 29700|Fool, fool were they that heard the word. 29700|"Behold, thy Love hath come alone 29700|"To this garden of the flowers. 29700|"He has come to bid thee to the fair, 29700|"The fairest of the earth to see!" 29700|And then the tender words begin, 29700|While she weeps for him among the flowers, 29700|"Ah, Love, I thought that thou wast come!" 29700|The Master now, aghast with awe, 29700|Said, "Stay, stay thee there, thou maid! 29700|"Thou weepest over all in vain. 29700|"My lovely Love hath come indeed-- 29700|"And will not say for thee to go 29700|"To seek the fairest of the earth." 29700|She turned and cried, "O Love, I follow! 29700|"I follow thee to find the good 29700|"Beyond the boughs, that I may see 29700|"A heaven of blossoms in the place." 29700|Then came the Master forth again, 29700|And with such strong and holy words 29700|His darling spoke, and seemed to say, 29700|"I say unto you, 'Let go me not, 29700|" ======================================== SAMPLE 37330 ======================================== 10602|For when all things of high note were gone and gone, 10602|Thee by great Pallas, in thy sacred chamber 10602|Didst in thy beauty, shine before the fire, 10602|And after, in the name of heaven and me, 10602|Went to enfold these blooming beauteous flowers. 10602|In mee this mercy of thy mercy didst pour, 10602|To be in sight of thee, while I was mute, 10602|Yet never did the sight of me be lost: 10602|Thee didst behold before, but with the sight 10602|My weakness now began to more express; 10602|And to the end, so thou no less freely wend, 10602|As thy high merit did unto me require. 10602|"Now all is over (would it were so! 10602|As it be sooth! but so to end my song) 10602|And thou art come (if thou have) to sooth me, 10602|With the sweet names of all the holy days, 10602|And make the heaven more pure above the sea; 10602|And what of my desire that thou do make, 10602|Then answer me with all patience and relent, 10602|To see how I can ere my life expire, 10602|With such a fool-proud as thou seemst to be; 10602|With such a fool, whom I have loved so long, 10602|And made to hate me and to leave me thus, 10602|With him whom I have made to have his will. 10602|"So then (dame Heaven) let me not be bereft 10602|Of thee, nor thou, of me; for that were worst, 10602|Which were the best: thy voice, so high in power 10602|(Thou art so great in mine) may break my heart 10602|More deeply than a sigh of raging wind 10602|Breaketh down the rafters of a river. 10602|And thou my life! and I my very life, 10602|And wean from honouring heaven and thee! 10602|And ye five gentle sisters too, that sing 10602|In Paradise with such a holier voice 10602|As makes the Creator hear his praise, 10602|While they rejoice in Paradise to sing. 10602|"O never, never more (said I) shall I 10602|In Paradise so live, nor with those dears 10602|Pass unnecropt the threshold of my grave, 10602|Nor climb the Mount, though it my life might bring; 10602|Nor under the Earth, as once I did lie, 10602|Catch, by the foot, the last rood of the Moon, 10602|Till down I should be ride, or fall, or die. 10602|"Then, O my life! be this so grievous borne! 10602|So that this blessed burthen pass away; 10602|Pass sorrowings, and the dearth of tears, 10602|Love that did make and joy that made my heart, 10602|Health and good hope and calm indifference: 10602|All these were lost to me, if thou wert not 10602|Nature, and with her as her self did blend 10602|My whole being with thy voice, and me, 10602|The selfish thing, with thine self the friend. 10602|"Now let my mind be ever in her shade, 10602|And to that life of hers give all thy thought, 10602|In shade, and in shade, and in shadow too; 10602|Let not her shadow be a veil for thee, 10602|But that through which she walk, through thee and through all." 10602|Thus having said, he passed again along, 10602|And with that other three did last the while, 10602|Ere he yet heard the voice of Michael, 10602|Who cried, "Come out from the wood!" as they came. 10602|He through the wood, when neither day, nor night, 10602|Nor storm, nor fair, nor silent night was o'er, 10602|From all whom day was glad and glad, and when 10602|Beneath the Sun had thus his daily course, 10602|He of the wood, the brightest flower of light 10602|Showered like a radiant shaft from yon oak, 10602|Which all day darted in a ======================================== SAMPLE 37340 ======================================== 1304|And I will tell thee, dear, 1304|What death was it bringeth: 1304|That I cannot tell. 1304|But, as I have lived, 1304|I, with the rest, 1304|Have had my share, my fair, 1304|And my fare I've borne, 1304|But death to me brings 1304|No joy, 1304|But grief-- 1304|Grief? then my share 1304|I'll tell you, oh! 1304|Then tell the tale to me, 1304|And tell it true; 1304|I'll tell thee, dear, 1304|It is a tale of woe. 1304|When you and I were only young, 1304|And love was yet incomplete, 1304|I took your pelts upon the hills, 1304|To give them to the Spring. 1304|Then you and I put off our disguises 1304|To see yon jonquils that grew 1304|All up and down the places there, 1304|Where we were masquerading. 1304|The jonquil that I have named-- 1304|The jonquil I have named-- 1304|Jonquil, that only jonquils bear, 1304|'Twas this you gave me then: 1304|And this I give, do you receive, 1304|Do you the honour to look in my face, 1304|And prove the jonquils true. 1304|My brother, too, has a jonquil, 1304|And he has five as well: 1304|It was my jonquil that first gave you 1304|My brother's first to me. 1304|My brother has a jonquil, 1304|My little brother too, 1304|Each has a true-lipped jonquil 1304|And many an idle feather: 1304|When I have time to spare the jonquils I get, 1304|And sing them on the spray. 1304|My brother has a jonquil, 1304|My little brother too, 1304|My little brother's jonquil 1304|Is plump and bright and free: 1304|It does the most benign thing of all 1304|When other birds would woo. 1304|'You see we are brothers,' he would say 1304|At break of gayest day; 1304|'And we are two of a twin-bed, 1304|'Twas twin beds met together, 1304|And I will give you a bed, my friend, 1304|If you will give me thy hand.' 1304|He gave me one, and he gave me trencher; 1304|He gave me the other too; 1304|A brother 'twas of one blood I knew, 1304|And he was twin-beth-'tons met. 1304|'Twas many a season sweet, 1304|Many a time of sorrow, 1304|Since we were boys together, 1304|That I should think of thee, 1304|E'en though the olden fellies 1304|My heart would never tire. 1304|For thy dear sake of yore, 1304|When I had thought and planned and planned, 1304|The olde dreames went on; 1304|And my heart was sick and sore 1304|When they all came back no more. 1304|I will never love again, 1304|Nor yet remember, 1304|That sweet vision, that sweet time, 1304|When our heart each other felt, 1304|We two together. 1304|I will never love again, 1304|Nor 's it a dream any more, 1304|That our hearts were torn forye 1304|With such deadly strife, 1304|That I was never, never, 1304|Loved again, or broken 1304|Bereft of the daintiest things, 1304|But left to fight alone. 1304|Ah! woe is me and woe; 1304|My youth to the old grey age, 1304|Was all the worse for the hurt. 1304|And I am not alone-- 1304|There's another too and worse-- 1304|A child of the South. 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 37350 ======================================== 1365|The great King Jarl, who abjures the world, 1365|As in his court-yard he goes through all 1365|The streets, is not more beautiful to see. 1365|But as for her, the fairest daughter ever 1365|Of Ragnar Lodewich, she never was seen 1365|So dignified in any man's abode, 1365|Nor ever shall be, for the time will not pass 1365|Past a change in this house of the King. 1365|There comes, at the last, the day of Judgment; 1365|Then he must deliver up to God alone. 1365|But I can see his mother in her misery, 1365|When on her bed she looks up fearfully, 1365|And thinks with her four little hands to die; 1365|And then, the King's daughter's hands to be clasped 1365|In those of the mighty Thor's son, and be 1365|With him, through Eternity, for evermore, 1365|Secure in heaven as daughter of the King. 1365|And I will put an end to all the pain 1365|I suffer in this house, and, with a song, 1365|My voice, and with the song I will prevail. 1365|I will bind, with the blood of Lauwersjaag, 1365|In many an overture to death and hell. 1365|(CHORUS: _The King's Daughter and the Song of Hogni_) 1365|The great King's daughter, in the king's palace, 1365|And the queen's daughter, under the silent sky! 1365|The King's daughter from the castle hall, 1365|With red roses on the crimson ground. 1365|A little girl sat singing in the castle, 1365|And in the palace the woman's eyes, 1365|Was a little maiden, with a shining face, 1365|A little maid with the red roses clover-blooms. 1365|The King's daughter and the queen's daughter, 1365|They shall sit together in the great hall, 1365|And their two brothers, the King and his bride, 1365|Are the little ones on the ground beneath. 1365|They shall sit together in that gay place, 1365|Whose shadow casts its darkness over all, 1365|And the King's daughter is like his child in beauty, 1365|While the queen's daughter with her cheeks of flame 1365|Is the beautiful King-Sískaqwísí, who died 1365|Two years ago this morning. 1365|(From a painting by] JOHN HOWTH. 1365|There is a child, in a world beyond thought, 1365|Who sits in a garden and whips and whips 1365|His white-haired head with a stick; and there sings 1365|And swings his hands a hundred ways. 1365|And a little maiden sits with her white-hand 1365|In the midst of the garden, and she thinks 1365|And ponders a thousand things. 1365|And then the little child sings, 1365|And the merry little child sings, 1365|And whirls his arms and clatters with his tongue, 1365|And the old man shakes his head. 1365|The men of the world in their council-council 1365|On the green grass are sitting all alone; 1365|The little child, the little girl that sings 1365|Is at their feet. 1365|Their gray-haired mother hears her child sing. 1365|She is a little mother of four. 1365|She sits in her quiet home and chants a song 1365|For the delight of her singing. 1365|Her white-hand is folded in her lap. 1365|How beautiful is this little maiden, 1365|How beautiful her hands and hair, 1365|Her eyes and her laughter, and her voice. 1365|And then she is very sad. 1365|O sad-eyed maiden! O sad-eyed mother! 1365|For my song I have nothing to say,-- 1365|The song I have in my heart forever 1365|Shall I not try to find some one's hand, 1365|To open some one's garden of flowers? 1365|Wherever you find the rose, if you press 1365|With your eyes and your words the matter out, ======================================== SAMPLE 37360 ======================================== 24778|And his little dame he dandled next, 24778|To put some cheer into his heart, 24778|And now we're come aiiiii! yoo ken! 24778|And _you_ know why, little one, you want 24778|To give Mamma a hug and kiss; 24778|And so do we, too, big boy and girl-- 24778|For you've got a nice heart, too, 24778|And I can tell, if I try, by rote 24778|That you and I can fight it in ten beat: 24778|And so we've come aiiiii! yoo see! 24778|And that's why _we_ have come aiiiii! yoo say? 24778|I know where you big bouquet grows: 24778|I guess you'd like one growing there; 24778|Of course, we don't need no more flowers, 24778|So take your tiny bouquet here: 24778|A thousand such, you see, to fling 24778|Frolicsome, small flowers will not bloom. 24778|A little flower that's quite a flower-- 24778|A little flower as bright as day; 24778|A little flower that's made to blow, 24778|To blow down fields and gardens all. 24778|A little flower to help us through, 24778|Just to give us a little hope; 24778|O, a few tiny hopes and dreams, 24778|A tiny flower to keep away! 24778|O little flower, whate'er befall, 24778|Keep still the way thou wert destined to, 24778|And with your little withered leaves 24778|Keep shining bright as ever! 24778|In our little cottage just now, 24778|The little girl was lying, 24778|With her little books upon her knee, 24778|And she was all at ease. 24778|The little girl was reading o'er 24778|On little green leaves, and grass, 24778|And all with a quiet smile. 24778|"There's nothing much to see here, 24778|Except some little blue hearts, 24778|And soppy mats of the softest blue, 24778|For little girls to lie in." 24778|In every crevice, cranny, hole, 24778|She saw a golden sun, 24778|With a little silver ring 24778|About his finger tips. 24778|That's all--for a sunbeam there-- 24778|In every crevice, cranny, hole, 24778|She saw a golden sun. 24778|"And now, little girls," the little girl 24778|Said softly in her voice, 24778|"That do make sweet music on the hills, 24778|And make the flowers bow; 24778|How much better it would be 24778|If _you_, like me, were like me; 24778|And we could live as _you_ live, 24778|Till _you_ and me_ live, and die!" 24778|Little maid, oh, kindly keep her heart, 24778|And teach her words to flow 24778|From that dear mother-heart; 24778|For there is many a time to spare 24778|And so much time to weep. 24778|"There are many flowers, my baby, there 24778|On each green grassy mound," 24778|He said, "a shining maiden stands, and there 24778|Goes gaily with her sweetheart. 24778|"And when they've done their pretty best to-day, 24778|They bloom in spring again." 24778|In the garden, oh, kindly keep her heart, 24778|And teach her words to flow 24778|To all the birds that song begins to sing 24778|And all the flowers that glow. 24778|"For little girls," the little girl said, 24778|For each day they must go so fine: 24778|"The sun begins to smile on the hills, 24778|The wind has come to play." 24778|But the little maid cried, "No, no, indeed, 24778|'Tis not the sun that yonder's blowing, 24778|'Tis only the wind,--and it's past eight-- 24778|He is not well to-day." 24778|Little maid, oh ======================================== SAMPLE 37370 ======================================== 1166|Thy work is done." And he laughed, and said, 1166|"Thou art not a woman, now. But say, 1166|What does this mean? Why, I hardly knew 1166|I had you in my power so long. So, 1166|What is it all? What will become of me?" 1166|"In truth," she said, "if there be any meaning 1166|In what has happened, I can hardly tell. 1166|Nay, I should seem to be a woman, I 1166|I should seem so much to myself again 1166|If this were all I was, but I am not. 1166|I can see all that is now, and it seems 1166|To me, indeed, that I can only be 1166|One great great idea by myself, that springs 1166|Out of my being into being. For how 1166|Thou couldst have done, O God, thou couldst not have done! 1166|And this, at least, is what I seem to be. 1166|I know that I am not. But now, dear Lord, 1166|I thank thee for this feeling, and go on." 1166|And when she had come out of those lonely fields, 1166|And, half in scorn, had told her strange escape, 1166|It was with her that God had sent her where 1166|He keeps his garden. Here the woman grew 1166|So full of life she had no fear but to 1166|Work, and toil was the pleasure of her trade. 1166|Once at the mill the man came home and she 1166|Had worked with him for an hour or so -- 1166|Too tired all through for that -- and she said: 1166|"Father, I think we've had a dream, so clear 1166|And sad, it makes me sick." For in that mill 1166|There stands a great hall, and on the roof 1166|The great trees stand, and in the midst of them 1166|There stands a huge oak -- an old, great oak -- 1166|A great tree, and an oak was it of old 1166|When the Lord made it, and his hand was cold 1166|And his were the limbs that held them. And thus 1166|She cried, her hand upon the door: "The day 1166|Of my life is come," and she thought of the dead. 1166|And a great dream took form before her, and then 1166|She knew how God had made her, and she kissed 1166|The great door, and passed where all was dark, and 1166|She met a blind man who hailed her through his tears, 1166|And kissed her -- and her face went white. So she smiled, 1166|Her face at last, and passed to an unseen gate 1166|Where the blind man came down in the night. 1166|She went with a great step, and a great face, 1166|To the long silence that grew like a house 1166|And a great house grew between them. And when night 1166|Shone with a great star, then suddenly she passed 1166|In the darkness to the house beyond the night, 1166|And the blind man watched her go. And when a voice 1166|In the darkness greeted her: "Poor blind woman," 1166|She turned and looked, and knew the voice as well - 1166|The voice of the blind man -- she turned her face 1166|For the blind man's face -- for him -- and she cried: 1166|"Poor blind man -- and he called me, and I cried 1166|'I will pray God to save him.' So I prayed. 1166|And so I waited. When I saw the day 1166|I knew Him for a greater Lord than this. 1166|For God, the all, the all, has made me his own, 1166|And he hath given me strength and patience still. 1166|I saw Him in the night and I heard Him speak. 1166|And in this house of darkness where I stay, 1166|Lord, I pray Thy Grace to save him." 1166|Then, lifting her face to the door-ledge, she said: 1166|"The night is dark; the night hath fallen and risen. 1166|And I have ======================================== SAMPLE 37380 ======================================== 24644|So now let us pretend for a minute 24644|That we are Robin and Tim, and as such 24644|We go by a different name-- 24644|For Tim is not quite so nice. 24644|A little boy came running along the grass, 24644|All very sad, to see how his mother would fare; 24644|When he saw that the sheep were all in the pasture, 24644|He got down on his knees, and he gave his mother a pat. 24644|For all the little lambs of the pasture were well fed, 24644|And the baby is in the patter-bed, all snug and snug. 24644|Why, sir, why don't I like playing with _me_! 24644|Puff! puff! and blow out the light! 24644|Hands, please, and blow off the candle; 24644|No, no, never any more; 24644|This is naughty, and I'll tell mum, 24644|And this, and that, and _other_ things, 24644|And to-morrow if she'll let me. 24644|Hands! and blow up! 24644|And blow up! 24644|And sit there a-smiling on the straw. 24644|When the cat looks at the loaf, 24644|The loaf will curl up in a ball; 24644|When children shout on the street, 24644|The children will cry out, "Hua, he!" 24644|When the cow looks at the platter, 24644|She will then make her yearly trip, 24644|With her white whip on the right, 24644|And with her whip on the left, 24644|And a slip of the tail for a gaiter. 24644|When you are sick, Doctor, come to me; 24644|Drink milk, and eat pudding with pleasure; 24644|Then I'll make you all perfectly well, 24644|With my butter, and my jam, and my pie; 24644|And I'll give you wonderful clothes, 24644|Such as the doctors never mend, 24644|Such as wizards never see. 24644|The sheep are in the faulds, the shepherds are away; 24644|Hush! hush! shush! 24644|The mice are in their little hole, 24644|Bump! bump! shush! 24644|No more mama's orders must you brook; 24644|Now you are in the way that's told to you. 24644|There at the foot of the stairs 24644|Sit quiet, Peterkin, 24644|Put up your satchel, 24644|And come with your satchel. 24644|Cock up your pennies, boys, then 24644|And when you hear the parrot, 24644|The big gun and the buzzer, 24644|Then come with your satchel, 24644|And come with your satchel. 24644|To market, to market, to buy a fat pig; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jig. 24644|To market, to market, to buy a fat hog; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To market to buy a fat hog; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To Market, to Market, to buy a fat fat cow; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To Market, to Market, to buy a fat pig; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To Market, to Market, to buy a fat hog; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To Market, to Market, to buy a fat hog; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To Market, to Market, to buy a fat pig; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To Market, to Market, to buy a fat hog; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. 24644|To market, to Market, to buy a fat hog; 24644|Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. ======================================== SAMPLE 37390 ======================================== 1365|Majestic as a star. 1365|Mighty is the man, and mighty the boy, and mighty the maid, 1365|But mighty are the strangers that come not in their ships! 1365|He that came in his vessel, that stranger and all alone! 1365|With their naked hands and feet. 1365|They came in his boat, and they stood and gazed at the wall, 1365|At the walls, and the iron, and the iron spikes, 1365|At the bars that barred it in, 1365|And the walls, and the iron spikes, 1365|That a stranger might behold this city, 1365|This iron city that they built on the mount! 1365|He said in his heart, "He is come, for he knows it well, 1365|And he came from afar!" 1365|And the stranger answered from the town, "I did not know, 1365|I did not come here. "Whence came you, stranger, and where 1365|Did you sail?--In what land and in what harbor?" 1365|The stranger answered, "By the sea, my child, I came, 1365|From the land of the gondoliers, 1365|The land of fairy-tales, the land of the castle-tower, 1365|The castle of La Mancha, and I am a seaman brave! 1365|My daughter, the maid I left behind, 1365|Went to seek a lover amid the sea-girt isles, 1365|To whom she gave the lute and golden vase; 1365|But when she came to seek him in town, 1365|In the haunts of men, she found him sleeping with a broken lute, 1365|And many nights he took no thought for her. 1365|I will write on the vase the name of her lover, 1365|I will write on the lute his name of lover, 1365|Because he left me with my vase empty, 1365|I cannot help myself, for I have no lute! 1365|No, no! I would fain forget, would fain forget, 1365|All this I remember and all that I say. 1365|And the sea-gods would have it so, would fain forget, 1365|That we two went a-fishing in the morning! 1365|There are women in every land 1365|Who have loved in vain; 1365|Who have given up the search 1365|For a man of blood and bone, 1365|Whom they say have died in dark! 1365|Yet, in all the lands that I knew, 1365|There's none who could ever love me, 1365|For who may understand 1365|How the gods could love me 1365|I could never love in vain! 1365|We all have heard of some one 1365|Who brought death near, 1365|And the people mourn for him, 1365|Yet none whom the earth hath smit 1365|Ever like that one did die! 1365|His hair is silvered o'er with gold, 1365|His face is all aflame, 1365|His form is as pure silver and gold, 1365|All that is earthly can never harm him! 1365|He comes to us all the night, 1365|We all behold his light, 1365|And we are soothed by his wondrous light 1365|To soothe us to sleep. 1365|Then we say that his will hath been done, 1365|We lift our heads in prayer, 1365|Or we say our daily prayers; 1365|But none of us can go 1365|To the man we loved with prayer 1365|And wail for him in the dawn. 1365|We would not have it so. 1365|We say our prayers at morning, 1365|We bow our faces to the sky, 1365|We heap the mountains high 1365|With flowers and gold and flowers, 1365|We worship his shrine, 1365|Yet he hath only slept. 1365|We do not say his prayers; 1365|We have not spoken one word 1365|Since we saw his face; 1365|But we weep our lives away, 1365|While the sun is up, 1365|For this man who loves us so, is dead. ======================================== SAMPLE 37400 ======================================== 1031|But with the sun the earth in clouds of glory 1031|Sunk down to sleep; 1031|The green fields grew old, the green hills grew old, 1031|The clear green valley of the sea 1031|Grew dim with summer's sunset and the moon. 1031|The wind that woke the roses on the trees 1031|Came to my chamber with a sigh 1031|And bade me sit and weep until I died 1031|Of all this sorrow and all this care. 1031|It was not Spring, nor Summer, nor the dawn; 1031|But the old wind of death 1031|Came on the hill-tops, old, strange, great, long, 1031|And shook the world with his wide sound of doom. 1031|He shook the world with his wide sound of dolour, 1031|And the green sea with foam; 1031|He shook the world with his sound of death, 1031|With his breath of death and bloom. 1031|So that I died, sad, silent, numb, with pain; 1031|The dawn turned red in the sea; 1031|The sea turned white in the white dawn grey; 1031|The old sea gave a roar, 1031|And crashed and roared in the black dawn's wrath, 1031|That rushed and roared and blew; 1031|And all the air was stained with rose and flame, 1031|And all the earth with hope, 1031|And through the dawn I saw the people go, 1031|Like motes in a dream, 1031|Like mountains at a glance in heaven's sky, 1031|Like stars in a cloud. 1031|Over the hill-top, all the way, 1031|There were strange birds flying, flying, flying, 1031|Blowing huge, white, round spears of smoke; 1031|And I said, 1031|"We must be strong and wise and brave: 1031|We must be happy and not cry; 1031|We must be foolish and not smile: 1031|We must be happy all the while!" 1031|Yet sometimes in the dawn or the dark 1031|I wisht that they would come and fly, 1031|That slowly, all in vain, 1031|Strange birds on sudden with wings of red 1031|Might flutter round us, flying, flying, 1031|Blowing white, round spears of smoke 1031|Over the hill-top, all the way: 1031|Or that some strange bird of the desert 1031|Might come and flock and fetch, 1031|And carry off the white sand string 1031|Over the waste of years: 1031|Or that some pale and silent ghost 1031|Down the long and lonely track 1031|Of ages might creep and cower 1031|Against my heart: and so we twain 1031|Could be at peace at last! 1031|We two were once a happy pair 1031|That clung around the maiden spring, 1031|Wooing night and day with endless vows 1031|For one still, still only, still! 1031|Ah, but now in the fading light 1031|Of fading dreams we lie alone, 1031|With only what we used to wear 1031|Still clinging round the dying maiden's hair. 1031|Ah, well away! I shall not grieve 1031|For all this dreary earth for thee, 1031|Nor weep at all the broken vow 1031|That is not only broken, but turned to tears! 1031|For I will sit beside the spring, 1031|And yet thy breath, thy form, thy shape 1031|Shall all be stiller in the dark, 1031|And I shall never weep for thee, 1031|Nor thou for me! 1032|The Spring hath not a fragrance like the odorous rose, 1032|The birds are not so merry whenever they sing; 1032|But all things that I hear are of one syllable 1032|The word "spring" does more harm than any letter. 1032|Oh, I would have a love-crazed maid that no man wed, 1032|Not out of hate to pester him with his love,--but so 1032|She might as well be a rose with all its thorny shafts! 1032|I would have a maid, I know ======================================== SAMPLE 37410 ======================================== 13646|It's a merry ode-- 13646|Here's a toast, 13646|Here's a health to all our climes 13646|Toll ye to the temple, 13646|There's a blessing, and a prayer, 13646|Here's a toast to all our climes, 13646|When the bells were ringing, 13646|In a merry, 13646|Here's a health, 13646|Here's a toast to all our climes, 13646|And to heaven's blest 13646|A health unto the blest, 13646|With thanks to all 13646|To the God of Battles, 13646|By the waters of the Marne, 13646|That loveth loveliness. 13646|But you'd think so to have said I, 13646|And, with a smile, to have said you, 13646|But you wouldn't, would you? 13646|For you'd think, if you did, you're 13646|Inclined to make a giddy jump, 13646|And fall headlong in love with 13646|All the flowers that blow. 13646|But love is a thing too good 13646|To be all dreams and lies; 13646|Love is a gift too good 13646|To have been requited with 13646|Feeling instead of food. 13646|When you first were a thing 13646|Where joy was my delight, 13646|I chanced to see you--in a shower, 13646|Beside a lonely stream. 13646|For when you laughed, my poor self thought 13646|In a minute something seemed; 13646|I closed my eyes, I thought I heard, 13646|You laughed--or I suppose she laughed. 13646|I opened them, in a trice, 13646|And seeing, in a deep ecstasy, 13646|The bright thing in her arms was you, 13646|I cried, as if I too were god! 13646|And the stream ran laughing all the while; 13646|And, turning like the sun, we went 13646|And saw our dream come true at last. 13646|The sun in his full glory shines, 13646|And fills with love the deeps where ripples laugh; 13646|But there was no joy in his light this day. 13646|My soul is a-weary 13646|Of its own happiness; 13646|It would go where it will, 13646|For that joy is not it. 13646|To a land of snow and ice, 13646|Where nothing ever grows, 13646|In a land where the sun never shines, 13646|And the dew never comes there. 13646|To that world where the wild winds blow, 13646|In a land of snow and ice, 13646|With never a place to hide 13646|Beneath the vast expanse. 13646|O what a place for the dreaming 13646|That's the life for me! 13646|That's the life for me! 13646|As I lie in the grass at noon 13646|Feeling a bitter sun on me, 13646|And all the flowers are dying. 13646|As I lie in the grass at night 13646|I hear men sighing, sighing, 13646|With eyes blood-red, 13646|They say to me, 13646|"I'd give my life for this day's joy, 13646|But for this day's parting joy. 13646|"And here with my heart's young passion 13646|I go, 13646|For my lover is far away 13646|I cannot linger." 13646|Then I turn to the pathless sky 13646|In a fright, 13646|I turn from the sun to the gray sky 13646|In a dread; 13646|And all the flowers are dying. 13646|As I lie in the grass at noon, 13646|And look toward my lover's bowers, 13646|And look far away, 13646|I hear him cry, 13646|In accents strange and far away, 13646|"I've put my heart in the grass." 13646|I've been a long, long way 13646|From Ireland to Spain, 13646|And I've seen new lands and old, 13646|But this is the land I ======================================== SAMPLE 37420 ======================================== 18500|Till I was tired of being tired; 18500|When I was tired of being sick. 18500|The time is nigh, in every vale 18500|The mourner's plaintive story sings, 18500|A mournful strain the woodland rings, 18500|The forest bosoms weep. 18500|By shady stream or foaming shore, 18500|The tear-drop dreams in every vein, 18500|Lone wand'ring thro' the lonely land, 18500|My heart with pity springs. 18500|When human hearts on kindred streams 18500|Are set on adventurous course, 18500|And, as they go, a common woe 18500|Falls o'er the wintry flood; 18500|And hearts are common woe to all, 18500|A common pang to me. 18500|The heart that suffers universal woe 18500|Is human in its defect and disease, 18500|All feeble weakness it can sympathise, 18500|And tender pity can impart, 18500|As one that's broken through a broken colt. 18500|But this the common people can not bear, 18500|Poor mankind the common people's want, 18500|A common pang the pity of Heaven grants, 18500|But mankind the pity of mankind cannot give. 18500|I do confess thy love is fit for queens, 18500|Thy charms do match the courtly grace; 18500|Yet let me not refuse to hear thee sing, 18500|Tho' oft a mile above the pasture green. 18500|Thou art the cause how sacred shines the sun; 18500|The world doth reel beneath the scoffing wheel, 18500|And I, a poor, but blest exile, pine 18500|In solitude to pine away, 18500|In solitude till my last day dawns. 18500|Then, when I think on thee how fair art thou, 18500|Thou'rt worthy of all true admirers; 18500|No art can please like thy celestial power; 18500|Thy love, with love, in beauty wreathed; 18500|The night of love, in love the morning star; 18500|The stars shall round the world on high, 18500|Make it blithe, and bright, and bless'd, 18500|While the nightingale sings on her hill. 18500|No love like thine should dim the brightness 18500|Of thy bright, proud mind--no art make gay-- 18500|I sing thy praises with a sorrowful heart. 18500|O, when thy bosom feels my arms about it, 18500|Oh, when with kind tenderness it feels it, 18500|And knows how well it loves its native land, 18500|And in this bosom feels th' eternal year; 18500|Then, then when nature makes thy spirit whole, 18500|O, then when manly love comes breathing, 18500|I say with sighs thy votary be blest. 18500|Heaven rest thee, loved of God! 18500|Where is thy faithful friend? 18500|Where is thy trusted teacher? 18500|Where is thy quiet throne? 18500|And where thy heart to me, 18500|The sacred temples' head? 18500|The sacred temples of the skies! 18500|Where'er thou move, wherever move thee, 18500|Like some sweet, heavenly wind, 18500|I know thou canst not stay, 18500|But where He loveth, I shall follow, 18500|And keep thy feet untied. 18500|O, that I a prisoner might 18500|From prison enter, and 18500|Rejoice with such an inmate; 18500|I would not change the sport 18500|Of wandering angels round my throne, 18500|For bread that hath an odour and savour. 18500|'Tis sweet to see the sun grow brighter, 18500|Tis sweeter to sing the rose, 18500|But sweetest to know each day 18500|Some joyous, youthful, tender flower. 18500|When fair Diana blooms the brightest 18500|Her sweetest, truest eye doth please: 18500|And joy to me to see her 18500|In bloom, or bud, or blossom! 18500|'Tis sweet to hear her music swell'd, ======================================== SAMPLE 37430 ======================================== 1141|And they are very near, 1141|So you mustn't break your back, for God knows 1141|If I haven't, you can't." 1141|We can't, you mustn't, we mustn't, it's so. 1141|(They are still here just as that morning was, 1141|All but the corpse, for where was her face?) 1141|And the dead don't live to walk their morning rounds 1141|A-jogging, just as little boys as me 1141|Will toddle round for hours and hours at peep of day 1141|And say they're going to play. 1141|(If I'm blest with a man, it isn't because 1141|His mouth is sweet, his feet are swift and gay, 1141|His hair is bright, his lips are red, his eyes 1141|Are blue, his heart is bold, etc.) 1141|But I know how it looks, if death and pain 1141|Are set in my way, I can never do 1141|Much good, but if I die, his heart is light. 1141|I don't know any more how to say it, 1141|But when you see me looking like a man 1141|I know it means it, because, you see, I've lived. 1141|We are grown men now, you and I, and I 1141|Know this, but it is not what it should be. 1141|Let the old lady go - 1141|She is wrong, she says my face is too green - 1141|He should be dressed in crimson, and be crowned 1141|With gold and azure bells. 1141|So when I shall be laid in my dull brown bed, 1141|And after many dreams come true and strange, 1141|And you, perhaps, dressed in silks and sashes, 1141|With a pail of water by your side, 1141|Please you do not turn to me and murmur, 1141|"My little master dear, 1141|That was so good and kind to me! 1141|I won't forget him, though I couldn't speak - 1141|I think he is dead!" 1141|But when the night comes, and all the dead 1141|Sit round the fire and nothing can sleep, 1141|And there's no one else to play with, and you 1141|Sit on the cold mouldy grout, 1141|Why, sometimes you sigh and think of me, 1141|Of my happy childhood, and your golden ring, 1141|And think of the things he used to say 1141|When I was good, and you were good: 1141|For some of us had good mothers, some of us had good loves, 1141|And some of us had good manners! 1141|And some of us had bad habits, too, 1141|And some of us had bad mothers, too. 1141|We don't know what's best for no one 1141|Or for ourselves, or for ourselves. 1141|We don't know why things are the way they are. 1141|It may have been because it was so 1141|Before the War, and a woman 1141|Had her choice of many men. 1141|It may have been because it wasn't wise 1141|To leave her child alone with a gun 1141|In her weak weak weak hand. 1141|It may have been because she never knew 1141|To pick her child with the knife, or take 1141|A stick to teach her child how to swing, 1141|Or use its limbs for something useful. 1141|It may have been because the War was done, 1141|And we were tired of fighting, 1141|That she let us give the knife away; 1141|She gave it to us on the last Red Cross 1141|Operation that we had. 1141|It's a long time since I used to play, 1141|But the grass is green everywhere, 1141|And the flowers are gay and the grass is fair. 1141|There's a lovely way to kill a bee, 1141|And a little garden; lay it out, 1141|Set it in the sun. 1141|You see when the Sun shines like gold, 1141|He makes a little river flow 1141|In the East like water to a sea, 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 37440 ======================================== Away through the dark he flew. 4072|His sword was on his thigh, and the moon's pale red 4072|Shone round his head and his white face there in the dusk. 4072|He was on his way to a great city, by the gates 4072|Of Hades, that was full of people glad to see 4072|The prince who had conquered death, and the land that bore 4072|His name, with a world's people at his feet; 4072|He would not wait a little longer to depart, 4072|But came fast as death, and his mother had not said 4072|It was she should rest with her children. The day 4072|Her children had been promised was past; they knew 4072|No more; the people wondered, a little speech 4072|Gleamed in the eye, and with sudden voice and hand 4072|She said, "Look, my children, I am come to thee." 4072|They bent to look, and saw him in the place 4072|Of the dead lord and master of the company; 4072|"Ah," they said, "he is not, we know now, dead, but blind; 4072|"And what of this face of his, and his eyes lit up white, 4072|"For the light is gone out of them, and the hair, that was 4072|the crown, for shame left off growing? Ah, what might be 4072|this death, this blindness that is gone from these men, 4072|"When they saw their master and his glorious manhood 4072|after the fire, the fire for their eyes and face 4072|as their reward in heaven, and they had seen the face 4072|of death, the face of death, which they were bound to know, 4072|"And the king went past; the night's shadow fled, 4072|And a night that was dark was, and darkness came on men; 4072|Trampled they were, and the men of their masters; the hand 4072|That led them at their bidding held them not for a long while. 4072|So they turned, and, after long murmuring and waiting, 4072|Knew they were coming in the sight of God's creatures, 4072|Seeing the light of all his good things which they had seen 4072|And the dead lord and master sitting upon their knees, 4072|And the city with the rich folk and the lord of them, 4072|And the great throne, which was stained with human blood 4072|and with human tears and memories and shame and death." 4072|Yet they turned again to look, and the sight was great, 4072|And the sight was deep, and the light of God's good light, 4072|And the Lord's house of splendour and the house of God; 4072|And the lord of them was of his servants great. 4072|"What hast thou seen of all men's good things here? 4072|"Hast thou known all men's hope, the hope of all men's souls, 4072|"The hope of those who live and those who die 4072|"Whose life is light and whose life is lightening; 4072|"What hast thou seen of all their fair things here? 4072|What hath been given for all their weary years, 4072|"That they walk here, moving this dark city to peace? 4072|"Yea, but for us the path of truth is hard, 4072|"The path that we were ordered to walk, 4072|"When there was no man left to see or hear; 4072|"Yea, but for us the way of life was hard, 4072|"The way that we were ordered to tread, 4072|"And a great hunger on our lips we fed, 4072|"And a great thirst of evil to keep us blind; 4072|"For we saw the evil days of earth to come, 4072|"And we saw the days of evil, the evil ways, 4072|"The way of evil, the hunger without meat, 4072|"The thirst of evil, the thirst of evil water. 4072|"Hast thou known all their good things here, O my son, 4072|"Saw all, saw all, saw all? Not one, not one? 4072|"Not one man is left to see, to tell, to know. 4072|"How shall God ======================================== SAMPLE 37450 ======================================== 1365|And, as I turned, I saw that God was not 1365|Yet set in stone. And if my sight 1365|O'erpassed the strength that man can act, 1365|Man must again ascend to heights 1365|Imbrown his path with heights of glory, 1365|The glory of the skies, with majesty 1365|Beyond the mortal, or the love 1365|That holds the immortal in its arms. 1365|"O Lord!" I said, "and I? yea, but how? 1365|Behold my suffering, Lord, and mine!" 1365|And the Almighty laughed, and said: 1365|"For thy desire the time cometh, 1365|Thou shalt behold thy Father's face. 1365|Behold him in the garden, where 1365|He walketh in the peace of his rest, 1365|And where on earth thou standest shall be seen 1365|The Father's Son; beheld in the hour 1365|When he shall bid thee love Him more 1365|Than for thyself." 1365|Then I turned 1365|My face the other way. 1365|I saw my Father's face, and he 1365|Was smiling on me. 1365|In the fullness of his joy 1365|He gave me my reward. 1365|In his own home 1365|The perfect life I now enjoyed 1365|By his free and prompt command 1365|Blessed he me. 1365|Then I said, "I obey." 1365|And that I was obedient unto Him 1365|Who hears the cry of his own anguish, 1365|He has me for his creature, and 1365|He made me glorious. 1365|I am the creature of God. 1365|Of his creatures he is the master. 1365|He has all my soul, 1365|And I nothing lack. 1365|So when I had gone up into heaven, 1365|The first words that he to me did say, 1365|While he was laying bare its secrets deep 1365|To me, that is written in the heavens, 1365|Were, "I am the master of all desires." 1365|For ever and for ever before me 1365|Was written in his heart, "What I want most, 1365|I have more than I can give, 1365|And since unto none who seeketh ill 1365|Less is granted than is needful toil, 1365|And prayer is prayer, and blessing is blessing." 1365|It was at the time of the death of God 1365|In his last agony; 1365|Then it was, "I will make my garden sweet 1365|Before you enter therein." 1365|If I can, can anyone else? 1365|I know I shall know. 1365|It is the hour of seraphim. 1365|The sun shall be rising. 1365|They are descending. 1365|And a fire shall consume this land! 1365|Oh, the end! Oh, the victory! 1365|God, he who rules the hosts of heaven, 1365|He hath lost his crown of light, 1365|And his angels are all distraught; 1365|They have scattered his chariot-wheels 1365|And pierced his golden palms with stone, 1365|And his charioteer hath lost his hold 1365|Over the horses of the sun; 1365|Away with the sun and its fires, 1365|For the sun hath lost his way! 1365|Oh joy, the sun, once more! 1365|The charioteers are broke, 1365|And the reins that controlled their flying 1365|Are now the reins of the wind! 1365|And the wheels, that once drove the horses 1365|Like wind-turbines, are now borne 1365|Wheel across the heavens! 1365|Away with the sun! 1365|It is in vain 1365|That he stirreth 1365|And is still enthroned. 1365|It must be 1365|In his blood 1365|That he slakes 1365|The lust of his heart's desire 1365|And the thirst of his mind. 1365|Oh joy, the sun, once more! 1365|How is the day-god ======================================== SAMPLE 37460 ======================================== 9889|Of these bright words, I was a mite surprised 9889|When, in my dream, it turned out to be A. 9889|There is no secret there 9889|Whereof I am afraid; 9889|I would fain forget the thought 9889|That has such bitter fruit. 9889|And yet, at times, unconscious 9889|I know that 'tis so near, 9889|And that my spirit seems to pant 9889|With its desire so strong. 9889|A little while will do it, 9889|And thus from harm remove, 9889|Though at times 'tis so averted 9889|That thou canst ne'er forget. 9889|Ah, then I fear the fruit, 9889|For my soul's desire 9889|Is such a fruit sublime 9889|That no one could be sad 9889|Like me in such a cause. 9889|And if this thing should come to pass, 9889|All my love, all my desire, 9889|I can but do 9889|And thus would fain forget. 9889|For evermore my song must tell 9889|The love of a poor man. 9889|For him my song must tell 9889|The sorrow and joy 9889|He suffered in his youth 9889|Since he owns a mansion here. 9889|Now in the autumn he is gone 9889|To the island of the house that knows, 9889|And his son, the son who makes 9889|His fortune here, is making still. 9889|And they say of him no less 9889|Than others do his wealth, 9889|For he is there and is making still, 9889|And was not then making much. 9889|So I tell my tale to him, 9889|For there is one like him in this world, 9889|His son, the son who makes 9889|His fortune here; and they say he's great-- 9889|"He is making still, and shall be." 9889|And now with an air more dignified 9889|I sing my tale,--if they say 9889|His son is making still 9889|And shall be a great actor soon. 9889|And he is making all; 9889|And the tale I tell is not old, you know! 9889|'Tis a tale of the day, 9889|And the story of that day. 9889|Of a man, poor Man, of his fatherhood, 9889|Who found he had little land to sell 9889|And was tempted from the merchant boy 9889|With no further notice--and a hint 9889|That made his spirits lighter too! 9889|"I love you--I love you," said he; 9889|"You are wonderful and fair-- 9889|The kind of girl that I dreamed of when a lass 9889|Got her first kiss in the parks, 9889|And I vowed I'd taste you that day." 9889|But a man must not complain 9889|When his bride comes, he learns, 9889|For he'll be in his lady's room. 9889|So they waited till the night 9889|And the moon was high above 9889|To bring it. He found his girl, 9889|With a wink and a nod 9889|And a smile that knew her mind, 9889|Of her who was his, his wife-- 9889|"You are wonderful and fair." 9889|Now, of course, the woman, 9889|When she saw the man and knew 9889|The heart she had in him, 9889|Was the most angry thing to growl 9889|Or shout a fire-word at him! 9889|And she'd start on the moment and say, 9889|In a fiercer way than she would 9889|Ever speak herself, "No, no! 9889|No, no! If he'll be such a dog 9889|I've no business to be wife 9889|And we will have another man 9889|Before we settle down!" 9889|And his friends were moved and moved to tell 9889|The whole world this fact, 9889|For they said, "He's making still 9889|And he will be a great actor soon." 9889|"Nay, nay," said his ======================================== SAMPLE 37470 ======================================== 30659|The sea with all its waves laces the sky, 30659|With a song of happy waves and soft skies; 30659|And through the night comes the lonesome owl 30659|Chanting its songs in the empty trees, 30659|And the lone star that peeps through the rifts 30659|Goes wandering up the lonely heavens, 30659|And the owl sings, and the star sings, and twinkling things. 30659|What is the song he sings the day he goes 30659|Up the steep hill-hills and round the cones? 30659|Up the hills that wind by the great wood's rim, 30659|High as the clouds are low, and low as the earth; 30659|What is that high-pitched song we all have heard 30659|Chanting its way through the haunted woods? 30659|But who is he who sings it when he goes 30659|Up the steep hills and round the cones? 30659|Not he who goes at night with a keen cry 30659|To hollyhocks and bear a woe; 30659|Not he whose song we heard when a voice was near, 30659|And the long-eyed singer bowed him low 30659|Before a throne of carved and gabled wood 30659|In the old house of ghosts and gods. 30659|No, the ghost-singer goes 30659|Up the high, high hills, 30659|On the windy cloudy days, 30659|On the bright wind's cloudy days: 30659|And he sings the song that the old house sings 30659|When the wind in the chimneys goes. 30659|Up the steep hills at evening 30659|With the bells on fast one after one: 30659|Up the high hills at morning 30659|In the shining daybreak: 30659|Who will listen to hear the old house sing? 30659|_Up the high hills_, _and round the cones_. 30659|Now the wind goes shrill! 30659|_And the wind that heaves the snow 30659|With a heavy sound,_ 30659|_Shall go with the hoarse shriek 30659|Of the hoarse wind in the trees._ 30659|_He sings for the folk who come_, 30659|_In the night to the old house._ 30659|Who will listen to hear the old man sing? 30659|_He sang in the house beside the gate, 30659|In the twilight, the daybreak, the ere 30659|Bloom the rose:_ 30659|_He sang for the folk who come._ 30659|_For the hoarse wind in the trees._ 30659|_He sang in the shadow of the place, 30659|In the twilight, the daybreak, the ere 30659|The moon was clear and the rose was red._ 30659|_He sang for the folk who come._ 30659|For the high hills in the evening, 30659|And the little leaves in the house._ 30659|_He sang for the folk who come._ 30659|_They have come thro' the portal, 30659|O the low and the high: 30659|They have come thro' the portal, 30659|O the red and the gold._ 30659|_He sang for the folk who come._ 30659|_With the dark and the dim._ 30659|And the old man at his wood-fire, 30659|By his hearth-stone alone._ 30659|_He sang for the folk who come._ 30659|_Through the portal I went,_ 30659|_I sang for the folk who came._ 30659|It is three months gone now; the summer is come; 30659|The trees are bare, and the flies are on the wing; 30659|The brown and yellow honey-makers hover near, 30659|And with a little garden tap at last I come. 30659|The world is still, it is three months gone now! 30659|And the little hours of night slip out over all; 30659|The spring is scarce begun, and many a day is done; 30659|The bees have gone to sleep, and long I wait and grieve. 30659|The year, which now is almost come, must be o'er; 30659|So with three months gone, must it be o'er in a day? 30659|And three months gone ======================================== SAMPLE 37480 ======================================== 10602|As thogh all kinde things coulde never be 10602|Sed in one shape, nor fit to live at all. 10602|All this was never with one minde, 10602|That I onely coulde thereof finde; 10602|For I wot all these in one bond, 10602|Linkt unto one tree, and one fayre ende: 10602|Ne could onely one part of myire cleare, 10602|Ne make one part but one and one partie. 10602|So long as I had strength in nought, 10602|No cunning craft, ne no vertue seene, 10602|No goodlihead, ne no goodliheadie, 10602|Ne good, nor ill, nor yet there needes, 10602|Ne coulde I them with mine arms confort; 10602|So long I hadst so great delight, 10602|That I so well might me contente. 10602|But at last I saw the Gods anon, 10602|As they did me in every parte rewe, 10602|That I unto nothing mighte agree, 10602|Ne coulde I take one part with them avowd. 10602|Therefore to helpe my self, I thought, 10602|For to give me to see these fair appeare, 10602|I my hand would well freely upbraid, 10602|That I hadde them for to me led to eye, 10602|Where I to them hadde ben abam. 10602|But they being blind, and hartie of minde, 10602|Into their bosomes right in derk they came 10602|With other spirits, in that I did goe. 10602|There I founde many, that of them I knew, 10602|And such one as was my freend and hied, 10602|Ne yet of them myself did none allow. 10602|For there I saw so many gentle ones, 10602|That I in heart for so goodly fare, 10602|Than all their selves, hadde I ever to done. 10602|Yet were they all of them well received, 10602|And many a gentle one that did me grete; 10602|Yet would they have me of them no regard, 10602|But of them all would I to them be retyre. 10602|But at the last they did against me send, 10602|With other things which I had in care, 10602|Thinking on their false feendes, that made me dar, 10602|My freend aye before mine eyes to bow, 10602|But yet could not me see them to be sow. 10602|And with a bitter sadnesse do I reade, 10602|The which I shalte full satisfyse, 10602|And doe with them full piteously rede, 10602|That they themselues of me might well devyse. 10602|There I beheld many other wights, 10602|And such as I to them had sente before, 10602|That I my self did in their owne rede, 10602|As well I might, for in their hart I stod. 10602|But soon they all were fled and fled away, 10602|And that which came to me of their command, 10602|Was but a fayre flocke of that same light, 10602|That is on top of the fyce bowes nyce. 10602|So in this glasse of light, as this I saw, 10602|I hope for more light soon to see it be. 10602|There was a man, and one of the beards 10602|Which did that land a right fayre sore, 10602|Whilest that him hadde of him nought avysed, 10602|He thought to turne him into storost: 10602|But for his eyes were of his face full fayre, 10602|And never his hart full good hadde he ded; 10602|He gan full easily his lust to dye 10602|With his owne deen, in heved of no game, 10602|But that he mighten see his naked shepheard 10602|Where as he sate him in a field yblown; 10602|For it was no feast of th'heavenly sun ======================================== SAMPLE 37490 ======================================== 2732|Swing them by the middle! 2732|Let one poor man to his wife 2732|Give one whole minute, 2732|To see that I and all my family 2732|Be in perfect peace; 2732|And do thou, too, lend thine ear, 2732|To whate'er I shall say. 2732|I know, indeed, that all the world 2732|As a whole, is for the Devil in debt, 2732|He is the slave of Hell and his slaves the Devil's 2732|I must live in this world. 2732|With his own tail up and in front 2732|(He who knows no fear) 2732|He can walk his world--the very shoes! 2732|He's afraid to meet the Devil and the 2732|It's always a long lane and no sign, 2732|And I must go to meet the Devil the first 2732|In which I'm not afraid; 2732|If the Devil know my name or my name only, 2732|His heart would be very pained. 2732|If she knew, the Devil knows, 2732|And he's very fond of a pretty name. 2732|I'll stick to this little red noseker 2732|As the Devil is my friend, 2732|Not the poor little red noses up here, 2732|They cannot be trusted by one jot. 2732|How could we ever reach Heaven, we ask to be here; 2732|But this is the world the Angel himself describes, 2732|As they say the suns have no motion, and the moon 2732|Does not move,--yet they say the birds will go. 2732|A man's only as good as his hand and his eye 2732|Or his eye's brightness; and a woman's never found 2732|In a man or a bird or a water-bird. 2732|If you think the Angel was not made to make love to, 2732|You have no idea of the spirit-tongue he utters, 2732|Though you strike his body, or you strike his song. 2732|I must leave you in this, the saddest truth to tell, 2732|For my hand the Devil has stretched to his breast: 2732|He's a coward you might say, and a traitor you might say. 2732|I will take my leave, and leave you for ever with Him; 2732|Or He may call me up and come with His Angel choir. 2732|All the year round in my garden lies a cedar 2732|Gilt with all its branches about by the sunlight's light: 2732|And as the day-light falling through their dark veils of green, 2732|Sting my heart with its grief to its utmost extreme, 2732|All these down in my heart's depths lie folded in sleep. 2732|God make my days long, 2732|And my nights short, 2732|And my hours still short, 2732|That my hours go with me; 2732|And sweet hours be 2732|With me, 2732|The sweet; 2732|Sweet hours of thee. 2732|In my days of my boyhood, in days when I 2732|Mamma said was the flower-tale of the earth, 2732|My name I made song in my baby-buds then, 2732|For in my ears as 'twas by the very rule 2732|Of the name of the thing in use I took 2732|All the sound and all the sense the word could mean, 2732|But when I looked to the word "coming" again 2732|'Twas a sound I could not recollect or say. 2732|(And so, it would seem, when I recall this too, 2732|That my music is as music of thee now.) 2732|For the birds are flown by; and I must fly by 2732|As the bird I was when I was young and free, 2732|When no one had asked me to an opera show; 2732|And I'd rather have been a lone, sad child 2732|In my boyhood's world of joy, a world without charms, 2732|Than the man I am when, by men used to lie, 2732|I am made to confess that I have grown worse. 2732|But I've still the man of the years in me; 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 37500 ======================================== 34237|We're not your peasants--we're not your peasants, in fact 34237|We're not the people we were yesterday, nor the one we were three years ago. 34237|Come, let us play 34237|A game of bowls; 34237|Come, let us have a talk 34237|Of fortune tellings. 34237|What ails your wicket? 34237|What ails your wicket? 34237|It's like a hole in an old hole, where water used to pass; 34237|It's like a hole in an old hole, where water in the spring will run, 34237|But like the hole in an old hole to the very feet, in spite of 34237|It's not the holes in the mansions in London that I like most, 34237|Like those in the green huts in Peru, or those in the cool of 34237|It's not the holes in the mansions in London that I like best, 34237|There's naught in the world like London, there's naught like the roads 34237|that lead to London, as on out 'twixt Peruvian life and 34237|Peru life we jogg'd, and speed'd, and fell, and ran, 'twixt 34237|The heaven of heaven and the hell of hell. 34237|There's nothing in the world like London, there's nothing like the 34237|routes that lead to London, as on out 'twixt Peruvian life and 34237|Peru life we jogg'd, and speed'd, and fell, and ran, 'twixt 34237|The heaven of heaven and the hell of hell. 34237|In the old days, when the English were at war with the Portuguese, 34237|I had a brother named Peter, a man well deserving a name, 34237|So a great deal of money I raised, for he carried my coin in his 34237|hand, though he was a lazy lad and would never work a day. 34237|All the folks who live in London, they reckon it the grandest town in 34237|"I'll write to the people and they'll write to them, 34237|The people that I would be if I had the will; 34237|I'll write to the people and they'll believe it, so go ahead, dear, 34237|And believe they won't want me very long, I'll be back a-doing." 34237|Now when the people had got their say on me from every quarter, 34237|I left off doing nothing, and went straight to my master's abode. 34237|The people went off with all their feathers set, and flocked round to my 34237|In the next hut I made a stand, and took on my master's life; 34237|He had twenty men to give his death-bed blessing, so there I stood 34237|And he went on telling his people of my perilous deed, 34237|They all said I had acted rashly in killing my master's life, 34237|And I told my master how I'd done it, and told them of my 34237|mistake, and I told the whole of his body, and asked him then, 34237|"Did you give your word your forgiveness to in life, 34237|When you heard me swear to take the trouble no man should know, 34237|Not once did my faithful master say a word about my loss, 34237|In fine I was tried and found guilty and sent to death. 34237|And then, what are you going to do? I'm going to the 34237|court above, 34237|And, if I'm executed, the best thing that can happen 34237|is that I die with a heart full of kindness and love. 34237|Now if I can't be executed I shall at least 34237|learn to love and be loved again,-- 34237|Oh, my heart is heavy, my heart is heavy, 34237|my heart is heavy, the rain of falling rain; 34237|It is many weeks and it is many months 34237|Since I went on the ship, 34237|It is many weeks and it is many months 34237|Since I went on the ship and did not die; 34237|We sailed together, my love and I. 34237|With the ships at sea, my love and I, 34237|And nothing to do but drift, 34237|And the stars in the heaven above, 34237|And they ======================================== SAMPLE 37510 ======================================== 5185|Cleft from the shore of the raging blue 5185|Flies the dove with alabaster wings." 5185|Wainamoinen, old and faithful, 5185|Straightway left off his play and song, 5185|Leaving incantations and spells, 5185|Left the Isle of Fairy Islands. 5185|In the air a copper sledge was hanging, 5185|Piled up gold on every nail, 5185|Silver upon every surface, 5185|Copper upon every part, 5185|And the flanks of the curving snowshoes 5185|Hung in folds of copper tin, 5185|And the snowshoes were so plumed with copper, 5185|That the plumage was changed to iron. 5185|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: 5185|"May the winds do honor to this sledge, 5185|And the winds that carry trouble, 5185|To the copper wind, the copper snow-shovel! 5185|In the air the winds are blowing, 5185|In the air is laid the sledge of copper, 5185|In the air the winds carry trouble, 5185|On the snow-shovel falls the woman." 5185|Ere the evening sun had risen, 5185|Woman fell to work and rakes, 5185|Spoke and told her father all. 5185|Wainamoinen, old and faithful, 5185|Answers then the kindly Wainamoinen: 5185|"Thought, I have well done as an hero, 5185|Well I dealt with my falchion keen-edged, 5185|With the blades of iron sharp and white." 5185|Then the father spake as follows: 5185|"No one knows of this greater glory, 5185|No one knows of thy might and majesty, 5185|Thou wert first among us heroes, 5185|When the Northland hills were ready, 5185|When came the sun to set for farming." 5185|Then the youthful Wainamoinen, 5185|Swiftly flew to where the sun was resting, 5185|Loosened all the bonds of iron, 5185|Walked around the copper gateposts. 5185|All the corn-fields long and slender, 5185|Long and narrow, straight and narrow, 5185|Rowed the youth among the sacks, 5185|Gathered golden kernels from the sacks; 5185|Spake to Wainamoinen thus: 5185|"Who then is this, that comes to conquer, 5185|Playing at the son of Sariola?" 5185|Thereupon the hero sore bemoaned. 5185|Mournful thus urged the unconscious hero, 5185|Ilmarinen thus made answer: 5185|"It is like the hero of Northland, 5185|Like the hero of Wainola, 5185|On the border of the sea-border, 5185|Rising from the sea in disorder, 5185|Seeking a boar to slay in combat." 5185|"Quickly hasten, Ilmarinen, 5185|Kill the boar, thyself destroy the creature; 5185|I will sing, and will become immortal, 5185|Ere the time comes for marriage-feast-music." 5185|Thereupon the youthful ilmarinen, 5185|Deaf to the song which Pohyola 5185|Placed within his conscious lips, 5185|Loud howled, then all at once shrilled: 5185|"O thou ancient Wainamoinen, 5185|Wainamoinen, famous minstrel! 5185|Free thy soul from mental garbings. 5185|Come, and I will give thee music 5185|Fairest harp that Earth has ever heard, 5185|Ever vibrating in one tune." 5185|Quick the hero wended wilding, 5185|Wandered far away in ether, 5185|Pellucid filled his lungs and body. 5185|Thus the hero, Wainamoinen, 5185|Chirruped, sang, and became immortal, 5185|Ere the time came for union-dinner. 5185|Spake again wise Wainamoinen: 5185|"O thou ancient Wainamoinen, 5185|Let us wed and hence form charity, 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 37520 ======================================== 2621|Thy father is not thine; 2621|Thy mother is not thine; 2621|And there's none to give us back-- 2621|Not even in the grave. 2621|She said--and we laughed and cried-- 2621|But we were all--is--dead! 2621|The flowers we knew, we knew 2621|No more to fall and rise; 2621|The green and tender trees, 2621|That bore us,--young and fair, 2621|The sky and earth below, 2621|Were ours alone,--when, pale 2621|With a thousand long years' pain, 2621|She lay,--a woman yet! 2621|The last and saddest word, 2621|We knew not save by fate, 2621|Bade us rejoice, and weep 2621|And with our country fight. 2621|To-day we fight for freedom-- 2621|To-day,--by cause divine, 2621|By our forefathers' right, 2621|Our own best right to reign! 2621|And the flowers of peace that bloom, 2621|To-day,--by heaven's decree, 2621|From grave and leaf are born. 2621|The right to hear and dare, 2621|The right to win and share 2621|Our harvest of the mind, 2621|Our store of science good! 2621|The right to live for freedom, 2621|The right to die untir'd, 2621|The right divine to save 2621|The soul that loves its country! 2621|'Tis the wild-bird's song 2621|That tells the sea-bird's tale. 2621|And we know not how, 2621|Or when or why, 2621|That mystic chime 2621|Rises from year to year. 2621|Oh! do not doubt that all 2621|Is linked in man's design, 2621|And all things work for due 2621|And just man's good. 2621|We know there is a plan, 2621|A purpose manifold, 2621|And we, who live but for our ends, 2621|Are blind and lacking light. 2621|Oh! it was not in vain, 2621|Oh! it was not in vain, 2621|That to the earth he came 2621|But with the angel host. 2621|Oh! it was not in vain 2621|That he must face the throng 2621|Of hostile eyes and hands; 2621|And bear his cross no more. 2621|And he, whom nature meant 2621|To guide his mortal way, 2621|Must cast the stone and tread 2621|The mountain-path of breath, 2621|Through the clear gates of Death. 2621|To each his proper task 2621|Atoned the storm with tears, 2621|With prayers for strength renewed. 2621|Who for the common weal 2621|Had e'er abandoned so, 2621|Nor kept a care behind him, 2621|Who was it lived for God? 2621|Oh, had he come to us 2621|With the angelic train, 2621|To seek his common share 2621|Of peace from man and God; 2621|Would he have brought the joy 2621|To lighten human pain, 2621|Or won a peaceful hour, 2621|Won by the martyr's sword, 2621|Won for our Lord's sake, when 2621|He was made a cross. 2621|That was a soldier's name, 2621|A soldier's noble name. 2621|The soldier and his sword, 2621|And his own gallant brand, 2621|Where could they have found words 2621|Of praise or tribute for their Lord? 2621|Is there a glory in the sight 2621|For him, that he may stand 2621|A name of glorious fame, 2621|A name of heavenly worth, 2621|With many an honest tear? 2621|Or must he bow with fears, 2621|And to our Father bend; 2621|And still be found a son 2621|Among the fallen dead? 2621|And pray for peace for them that mourn 2621|With him that's laid below? 2621 ======================================== SAMPLE 37530 ======================================== 1365|The night-wind is playing to their ears. 1365|Lydia is gone through the streets of Babylon; 1365|Lazarus hath passed from her presence; 1365|In the midst of the house she was going, 1365|In the midst of the house she is going. 1365|Lazarus hath passed from her presence; 1365|Lazarus hath passed from her presence; 1365|She is passing through the doorways and alleys; 1365|She is going, going, going, all alone; 1365|By the banks of the rivers, or over the hills, 1365|Or wandering among the deserts. 1365|Lazarus hath passed from her presence; 1365|Lazarus hath passed from her presence; 1365|She is passing through the tombs by the river, 1365|By the river by spring-fed pools, or alleys, 1365|Onward she goes, going, going, all alone; 1365|And down by the river goeth her mother 1365|In her arms a basket of pear-trees,-- 1365|The baskets of pear-trees will never bring home 1365|Another like a daughter of Lydia! 1365|Here in the garden of my mind doth dwell 1365|A flower of the May-bloom, 1365|And the fragrance of it is blooming 1365|For those who would its appearance gratify. 1365|Among its leaves a white rose-bud glows; 1365|Among its blossoms a red tulip is seen, 1365|And a far blue violet and green as the meadow, 1365|That floats and doth spread itself on the air, 1365|As it were a pillow for its head. 1365|And thus each hour doth seem to me more sweet, 1365|And of all that I have loved most of all 1365|I seem to have loved thee the most. 1365|Oft at the coming of the evening-star, 1365|And the low moon in her glimmering sail, 1365|I dream my dream and rise up suddenly, 1365|And walk alone in the lonely night; 1365|And there is silence between us and the sun, 1365|And the sun casts his shadows on my heart. 1365|To the west my eyes are ever turned; 1365|And the long day's walk and the long, long night 1365|Are dwelt in me together like one dream. 1365|Ah, me! why do I love thee? 1365|Why do I love thee so? 1365|'T is because the sun shall rise, 1365|And love me still, and rise, 1365|And rising love again. 1365|Wilt thou the shining world entertain? 1365|Away with that which diminishes. 1365|If thou be still, 1365|I am content, 1365|Nor love nor serve thee long. 1365|Let the proud earth, 1365|In her pride, prolong 1365|Things that have all been made; 1365|All the days and nights of all the years rolled one 1365|Into thy deep heart's core, and nevermore 1365|Shall I come forth and see thee smile! 1365|Be thou the very sun, the same radiancy 1365|That made the earth when she was formed! 1365|Be thou the ever-blazing day, the same 1365|That shines through all the bright, glad days! 1365|And I shall love thee, 1365|Or else, perchance, 1365|In thy solitude 1365|Hear thy song; my soul 1365|Shall take fire from thee! 1365|Be thou the sky, 1365|For me the sky, 1365|And the blue still skies above my head; 1365|And the white clouds below, that roll and ride, 1365|And flit, and then return! 1365|To me, O Love, I bring no gifts, 1365|But rather deathless sweets; 1365|They shall not pass from my hands, 1365|Nor yet from mine eyes. 1365|Be thou Death, dear Love, 1365|And Life, love's joy, be still! 1365|Though thou be heaven, I live on earth! 1365|The Land of Eyes and Ears is made 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 37540 ======================================== 1745|And I the while with silent visage down 1745|Casting mine eyes all day through, and search'd 1745|In and about, until those things I kenn'd, 1745|Which two other watched beside me i' the Bower, 1745|Beheld appear: so heav'nly appeared 1745|Those three fair Angels; and me seem'd to see 1745|Again join'd, and love; and with new flame 1745|Of my heart I press'd them on, still seeking 1745|What they with kisses fond and prieral 1745|So soon won. At last their words they turn'd 1745|To me, and I, of latter doubt disarm'd, 1745|Into their kind looks viewing, thus remark'd. 1745|Brother! this our hemisphere, though new to thee, 1745|Yet hath of those, as pastorall, onely 1745|Those three faire Principall Spirits, thine 1745|To thee, and empire o're this new domain 1745|GIVEN by the Father, so sanctifie; 1745|And therefore to find Room is all thy care; 1745|Because those three fairer lights so greatly 1745|Surround thee, that thy sight is leaden then 1745|With wonder, inconstant, and all waywor 1745|For astonishment, they, who have all 3d View, 1745|Or in other wise much more then simple 1745|Surjoyclde, or rather believed, because 1745|They had all 3d View, ye also shall enjoy, 1745|Believing, they too had all 3d View, 1745|Which thing not, that thou lookst, what thou mayst; 1745|For which, my good Instanter, reason fairly 1745|With thy owne eyes, I pray thee thus much, 1745|T' excruciate not either eyes or memory 1745|From sight of these high beauties, for strait 1745|Dependant on them. Wherefore if some grace 1745|Hath influx of sweete, more then thyne owne 1745|(For easie is sweet) of those other juicelesse 1745|And visages, which to better him belong, 1745|That he april live with them, and thither come 1745|As replacement, take thou his good wits ware; 1745|And as to vanfare they at times return, 1745|So wisdome shall remoue his injur'd face; 1745|For as each feather falles, so may his visage 1745|With dropp't messengers from griefe sende home. 1745|So might I vouchsafe applause, and leave whole hours 1745|Of sober life, but if I new relief 1745|Discover, with fresh and washd sorrow, full face, 1745|New besices I here shorten's, with reproof 1745|And bitter wordes to all unmov'd, and stay 1745|Pensive and sad, untimely success 1745|And sad remembring, which I hope to find 1745|Cleer remembring, as th' occasion shall tear 1745|My loue's happiest cloath, or as the dew 1745|Of Life shall wet my owne leafe. So then 1745|I hope to sleepe off this Suercall warre, 1745|And from my fleshly gripe this hand off leape, 1745|And as I thus do ris, so will I after, 1745|And with new hope new striuy whereso I may 1745|My soule selfe harmonie rejoyce; where, 1745|As I before had thought, let me now see, 1745|If soolless spirits may happie or inshrouze 1745|My froude keie, that soule may wet with shame 1745|Their owne blindnesses, and in silence moane 1745|Soueraign motion; there may they sit seene of, 1745|As leane spirits in their glast, or leane men 1745|As seene of mid-semes & men of state; so spedde 1745|My hart, so couert, that I from hap to hap 1745|Did mete, and maken bodie, as I guess'd 1745|And companyd; maiest ======================================== SAMPLE 37550 ======================================== 20|Was thus confortd in quiet from his labors past, 20|To be the glory and the sanctuary of the just. 2171|So when a mighty ocean of fire round them rolled, 2171|And they should melt to ashes as the snow on Heav'n, 2171|Or be devoured by earthquake and the floods of Hell 2171|As by the Titans; yet His honourables 2171|On that sad day, while the flood of Heaven shut fast 2171|Those sons of Heaven in Oblivion, left His throne, 2171|Reclined themselves within the Sanctuary of 2171|His Throne. And when, as Hezen and Allia fall 2171|Into the great Millennium, and the stars that wane, 2171|When the great Mother of All things shall be old 2171|And sick of taking thought for things to be, 2171|Then shall Hezen lay aside His throne and come 2171|To dwell with Hezen upon this fertile plain, 2171|That now the sons of God have chosen for their pasture, 2171|To have their share, while Hezen and Allia sleep. 2171|But be it known that Hezen, as the world is wide, 2171|Shall ever keep His covenants with God without flaw, 2171|And His Throne with the worlds shall be one covenants, 2171|And the Sun and All shall be His covenants and Throne 2171|Before He set His seal of glory into the world. 2171|In the year of his oration, John the Baptist 2171|Called to his disciples round on gold dish 2171|Beside their Master:-- 2171|Ye that have been gone, 2171|Come unto me and learn of me, 2171|To whom He scourged you, ye that were youths! 2171|And ye that were old, 2171|Come unto me and learn of me, 2171|And who you were and what ye were. 2171|Ye that have been blind, come unto me, 2171|Ye that were lame, come unto me, 2171|And learn of me, and how ye were builded. 2171|Ye that have been downcast, come unto me, 2171|Ye that were solemn, come unto me, 2171|And learn of me, and whither ye were sent. 2171|Ye blind, you blind, who were to blame, 2171|Come unto me, and learn of me, 2171|You that were murm'ring, and complaining, 2171|"We were forsaken," and "We were slain." 2171|Ye lame, ye lame, who were to blame, 2171|Come unto me and learn of me, 2171|You that were babbling, and moaning, 2171|"We were cast as stones," and "We were bare." 2171|Ye silent, ye silent, who were guilty, 2171|Come unto me and learn of me, 2171|Ye that were fasting, and sad, 2171|Come unto me and learn of me, 2171|And who ye were, and what ye were doing. 2171|But, if ye be not dead, 2171|Come unto me and learn of me, 2171|And learn of me, and whither ye went. 2171|Then, as the sun began to roll, 2171|The cloud that hung above us both 2171|Took on a mantle of blue smoke; 2171|And lo! the cloud had vanished quite, 2171|And the two angels met--John and Paul. 2171|And the great Master turned to John, 2171|And said: "I thank you for your grace"-- 2171|The younger then rebuked him;-- 2171|Then said the Master: "Truly not to-morrow 2171|I may learn whether 'tis vain or not. 2171|I thank you for your grace that you are here-- 2171|For your grace that leads me, through the night, 2171|Up to the light, and the light, and light." 2171|And on, and on, with His great speech 2171|The Master moved along, till he 2171|Appeared before the face of His Bride. 2171|And now their hands were mingled warm 2171|In a close clasp, and their faces white 2171|Frowned from their clasp; and the breath 2171|Of their faces were like one ======================================== SAMPLE 37560 ======================================== 1054|To see the gormandizer," quoth he. 1054|"O will ye go into this place?" says she, 1054|"Nay, I trow ye wad fyle the place o' men; 1054|For my man's heart doth be oerpower'd with care." 1054|An auld groom stood under the aik, 1054|Bold-saxon and ready-bield, 1054|Sae I was sure, in a' his life, 1054|That he had been for sic a braw! 1054|Sae I was right, in that I ken'd, 1054|For his right hand that doomb he took, 1054|And there he gae hame, sae laith, 1054|And hir kend him what to do. 1054|"O where is my siller?" she says, 1054|"I wisht ye had me thoo," says he; 1054|"I am baith to ye and here am na 1054|For the wood that ye wiik. 1054|O, ye shall hae my heart and siller, 1054|And the auld wife that has hame to me, 1054|And I dree aboot her yet. 1054|"O, you shall get my heart and siller, 1054|And my wife, and me, and here ald ye, 1054|And if ever ye doo misbele, 1054|I am so thin ye falle." 1054|Then he smil'd, and hir neir with hir braid 1054|They brought the lady safe to land. 1054|"Now haud your tongue," said he, "I cam here," 1054|"I swear you will na take me back, 1054|For o your grace ye dinkna tak me, 1054|I wad na take nae mae." 1054|"Ye hae a wife, a wife, that will na have, 1054|And she hae a lord, that will na have, 1054|I wad na tak him for mysel.' 1054|"O, ye hae an auld fatherland, 1054|An elder brother, an auld mairst, 1054|And I hae ye now, a sweetheart, 1054|And a love in my bosom." 1054|"And I hae mony mairs brothers, 1054|Ya braes, a braien, and a brent, 1054|And I hae a bonnie bairn, 1054|And we wad bide in my bower. 1054|"But ye hae mair than yow has, 1054|Yon bonnie lady, and this, 1054|And I maun tell her, but I ken'tna, 1054|She will na tak her mair." 1054|"O I wad bide in his bairn, 1054|I wad na leave my bairn, 1054|And you hae mair kin ken'tna, 1054|But to you I ken'tna speak." 1054|"O speak your mind," quo she, 1054|"Yours is the auld wood's weit; 1054|I doo the auld auld wood, 1054|And I wad bide in his bairn." 1054|O nor let her speak ay, 1054|Till thou and she have gaen it; 1054|And that done, thou hast nae wa, 1054|I pray God weete his fee. 1054|The second o' the day, 1054|The sun may shine and glower. 1054|And yet, and yet, 1054|What can ye do wi' me, John Barleycorn? 1054|I am a waefu' man, 1054|I see ye've no other wife. 1054|"My will," quo he, "but come wi' me, 1054|My ain true love, to the green-wood." 1054|Here is a tale, 1054|Which the King will hear me tell, 1054|Of a coty, or young woman, 1054|Whose virtue did all fail her. 1054|The King will hear me tell 1054|How ======================================== SAMPLE 37570 ======================================== 2621|The sun is up, the world is in prime; 2621|There never was such a jubilee, 2621|The air is jolly and gay and blue. 2621|Now, Little Prince, I'll bid good-bye, 2621|And bid good-fun with you to-morrow; 2621|And if a kiss I must give, good-by! 2621|I'll give a kiss, and then we'll part. 2621|A thousand kisses I have given; 2621|And kissed, and dimpled, and as red 2621|As any rose that glows in May, 2621|And many thousand more that were not. 2621|Now, when you see me once again 2621|You will not doubt a jot what I shall say, 2621|For you will know but where you are-- 2621|For that is my sweetheart's sweet kiss 2621|Upon her lips and chin and brow. 2621|And since you must not doubt a word, 2621|I'll speak the truth, and you shall doubt not; 2621|For you will know that you are mine, 2621|And only mine, forever and aye. 2621|I have loved and taken, loved and given, 2621|Gave many kisses on many lips, 2621|Many tears in many years have shed, 2621|But never one that I can give. 2621|And therefore I will never doubt again: 2621|She gave me many kisses on her chin, 2621|Many tears, but never one she knew. 2621|But why do you trouble yourselves 2621|To ask me, when you see me laid, 2621|And wondering if they ever may 2621|Again see me 'midst a crowd? 2621|If you will only be my friend, 2621|I will come to you, and not wait 2621|To be your lover when you take 2621|The path that leads to me. 2621|I will stand aside awhile between 2621|Your face and mine--my very breath-- 2621|I will look up and offer you 2621|My hand in friendship, while it last. 2621|This is the path where I have gone; 2621|I have seen fair ladies, true and fair, 2621|I have heard the call of lovers, all: 2621|I have seen the glory of a king 2621|And the purple glory of a queen, 2621|But never saw an angel live. 2621|I have followed--I have loved, I have sinned, 2621|But what I saw is now my own; 2621|For when I die, whatever fate, 2621|The place for me shall be with you. 2621|You cannot know the sweet glad heart 2621|That's always beating into sight 2621|To comfort you, if you must stay 2621|And wait for death, and let it choose, 2621|Your duty is by love to wait. 2621|This is the path where I have gone; 2621|Ah! now I fear that all may see 2621|The thing I've done, the thing to dare. 2621|I shall sit by the edge of time, 2621|And watch from the last of it, 2621|As when the angels rode away, 2621|And saw God's work from the first. 2621|And, seeing, they must weep, I'll sigh: 2621|For all may do shall be forgiven, 2621|But not my love, its very sin, 2621|To say I love, and must not spare. 2621|For God is not like a man; 2621|He waits upon his angels; they 2621|Will then turn then, with a smile, 2621|And show what their wings are made 2621|To do beside, and beyond. 2621|But I must fly when that is done, 2621|And wait, and be forgiven, if God, 2621|As he will be and will, 2621|Must make me love and wait again; 2621|Must love him to the very end. 2621|How many thoughts arise! 2621|To tell the tale aright; 2621|With each to each directed. 2621|And yet--to tell aright; 2621|To tell the tale aright, 2621|So let it be: 2621 ======================================== SAMPLE 37580 ======================================== 30332|And of the very body that thou hast, 30332|Or ever they were born to live with thee, 30332|A child, a servant of thy feet and hands. 30332|With that she made a pause, and, drawing near, 30332|Heard the soft moan of a child's groan, and cried: 30332|"O fool, I would 30332|That I were lying in the dust, 30332|And if I were the boy thine own, 30332|And had been killed in the old hall while thou 30332|Loveth to be first, then all could bear 30332|Of what thou didst, and think in thee 30332|The good was of a small account! 30332|My child, what thing may have been its worth? 30332|Thou thinkest so, and thou bearest so, 30332|Who art a fool, and wouldest not be so, 30332|Lest thou shouldst laugh with thy hand in mine 30332|The cruel blow that laid thy mother low; 30332|Yea, make thy sorrow unto grief! 30332|Now, fool, if thou art thine own man's keeper, 30332|And if this thing be ever so 30332|A thing so wonderful and good 30332|And made by him for man's delight, 30332|I am a child too, and shall be slain; 30332|And that the king's death shall come on thee 30332|For that which thou hast done--to me, to me. 30332|Fool! thou hast loved me, when I was dead, 30332|And loved me still as then; yet I too 30332|Shalt fall, thy little prisoner, to be 30332|All that the children are, and shall be, 30332|And that, to-day, I shall not die. 30332|Ah, then in death as now in life 30332|These shall be as dear to me as life; 30332|But when my time of death shall come, 30332|And I no more have something of worth, 30332|And when all this dear thing of thine 30332|Is but a phantom, a great name, 30332|And some little ghost within the house 30332|Has taken heart to kill those children twain 30332|By which I did my mother's glory take, 30332|Not mine alone, but all these three 30332|That thee and I loved and died for,-- 30332|Then surely then, from that most good end, 30332|Let not my life pass by in woe. 30332|But, now, let not my life pass by in woe, 30332|But let me be one with them that now 30332|Forget its little dust of pain, 30332|And make the years a little thing more 30332|As happy now as any thing 30332|That they may look to and say was good. 30332|Alas, and I, and any one 30332|That with such loving thoughts as these, 30332|Or ever a new life shall start, 30332|Shall be the last to look my children in the face. 30332|What if the king's death come on me now 30332|And I shall die with very few leaves 30332|Of life left in me in the near future, 30332|I, that have lived with them, and with them 30332|Through all the years? yet should that man make known 30332|My name, and who I am, why, perhaps 30332|I then would turn with love and envy 30332|To him, and turn to him in scorn? 30332|No, no! because the King of all 30332|That hath the gift of death to give 30332|Shall be at hand to make it known 30332|And, being known, the bitter end 30332|Of all my pain for him avail. 30332|But if no man should make known my name, 30332|How could she say what he would do, 30332|Or how he would not do, to save 30332|Her children and herself?--but I, 30332|With what the King of death can do, 30332|What he can suffer and endure, 30332|Has taken heart to kill them both, 30332|The children and my mother dear, 30332|And do its best and might to save 30332|One from the ======================================== SAMPLE 37590 ======================================== 7394|And the young men at home 7394|Looked on and smiled, 7394|And the old men of Mid-Warminghaugh! 7394|Ah! the young men of Mid-Warminghaugh! 7394|They never leave 7394|The land of Faeryland! 7394|They never leave the isle, the isle, the isle, 7394|Loving the green trees and adreaming the corn; 7394|Where the blue-bird plumes above them on the spray, 7394|And where the sea-mew twitters and the gulls croaks! 7394|They never tire of the land of Faeryland, 7394|The islands of the Faeries, fairy climes; 7394|Where the sea-mew flapped and the gull flew, 7394|And the sea-mew came and went aloft in the air; 7394|Where the sea-bird came and the sea-gull dropped, 7394|And the great sea-gull with its blue-bell-down, 7394|Tossed o'er them the foam from out its gull-sail, 7394|Tossed o'er them the spray in its gull-sail-- 7394|From aloft the sea-gull came and went aloft, 7394|And the sea-mew flew and flew in its gull-sail, 7394|And the gull flew and flapped like a mornin' gust! 7394|There went the sea-bird, and he was not afraid,-- 7394|'Tis the gull comes back that's fearful and lost; 7394|For a wind-gale blows against the gull-sail, the gull-sail, 7394|And the sea-mew flies and flies in its gull-sail-- 7394|Its flaps blow out and flakes fly off in its gull-sail, 7394|And the gull flies and flies aloft in its gull-sail! 7394|O the gulls, they flew and gathered in the gull-sail, 7394|The gulls, they flew and gathered in the sail-mesh; 7394|And they gathered in the water, they collected all 7394|The fleeces and patches of greys and browns and browns, 7394|And the grey-bark and blackberry blossom-plots, 7394|And the lilac blossom-plots; 7394|And they gathered in the water,--the gulls did not care,-- 7394|They gathered in the water so calm and clear, 7394|So calm and clear, and--all was gathered in! 725|What of the Master's mood? 725|Was it full of joy, 725|With the heart-strings all alive 725|Where Love hung with no disorder 725|Sudden-ended to his music? 725|Was he happy to see 725|So bright a thing unfold, 725|Of all times in which men toiled 725|For that which he would purchase? 725|That a child 725|(Though he had heard of no such, 725|Though he had not the means) 725|Might begin 725|In the days of long-ago! 725|He had heard of no such, he had not the means, 725|Though the young folk did chant and tambour 725|And sing 725|Their little roundels to the hours 725|When the young boy's feet were glib, 725|When his mind was full of books, 725|And he took no interest in matters of the house, 725|He had no great love for dreams, 725|There was no need, for the youth was in the right place; 725|And so he thought, as he listened to the music 725|Of the children's feet, and the tinkling of their tambour, 725|Till the music died away, 725|And what then came of the master at the well? 725|There's little John, dear children, John is on his way! 725|When I hear that tambour, 725|Tumble o'er its clink, 725|So low, so tiny, 725|I fear it may be a mouse! 725|Tumble o'er its clink, 725|Tumble o'er its clink, 725|I fear that tin 725|It may be, my John, 725|O'er the ======================================== SAMPLE 37600 ======================================== 937|And then I saw a man, 937|He bore a lantern, 937|And he went up and down 937|Away to the castle 937|And the streets all over 937|He searched all the place 937|And then he looked at me 937|And he took the lantern 937|And he lit it, 937|And he said: 937|"Now go home," 937|And he answered: 937|"And see, I say, 937|"See if the house be neat, 937|And the walls and floors be white, 937|And the rooms be sweet." 937|Then I went back again 937|To the old place where he was 937|In his coffin set. 937|And I took the lantern 937|And I lit it, 937|And I said: 937|"See to it, 937|As the door was never opened 937|Without upon me 937|An exclamation of surprise 937|And laughter loud." 937|But I saw, and I saw, 937|Two men, in shining robes, 937|Come across the court 937|And down the stairs they pass. 937|And I said: 937|"Hang up the lantern 937|And take the lamp 937|And see if the windows 937|Be bright in the hall, 937|And the doors be open." 937|And they shook their hands, 937|And they said, 937|"Shall the windows 937|Be bright?" 937|And the lights went out. 937|And now I've come back, 937|And I said: 937|"I will go to the courtyard 937|And the rooms are always dark. 937|There's not a light in the chambers, 937|Or a lamp in the windows 937|The same for an hour. 937|And I go home, 937|And I go home still, 937|And I wait to be put into the bedrooms 937|And left in the darkness." 937|And the door open stood 937|And the window look'd out; 937|And I leaned over the window; 937|There I saw a man, 937|Laid in his bed 937|On a heavy, hard, pillow, 937|His face against the dark, 937|Like to a giant. 937|He was in a sleep-and-death-like sleep; 937|And I called, 937|"Tell me what happened, 937|Tell me true." 937|And the sleep-and-death-is-come man 937|Said: 937|"The wind blew from the south; 937|And the wind, as he blew, 937|Seemed to blow away. 937|And that was how I came, 937|How I vanished 937|From the eyes and the sleep-and-death-like sleep 937|Of the man on the pillow." 937|So I went home, 937|Back into the man's bed. 937|"O, little baby, 937|The rain is falling! 937|"Now don't cry, 937|But go to bed." 937|So the man said, 937|And the little baby said: 937|"Why, Father, 937|Don't say -- don't you know! -- 937|Don't let me cry." 937|I told him: 937|"I know, you child, 937|I know I don't -- 937|I'm not the one you have in mind! 937|My name is Dora! No, 937|Don't call me that! 937|"Don't cry, 937|I can hold, 937|I can pray, 937|I can sew, 937|I can play with all! 937|When I'm grown up I can marry, 937|And I can have the best of everything. 937|And then you'll think I'm just like any other; 937|And you'll say: 937|'He can't be good enough to give his life;' 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 37610 ======================================== 13983|And the light-headed fountains quaffed their last. 13983|Ascanius, who from death was healing fled:-- 13983|He heard the cries of the sick, and hastened by 13983|To seek him, and his heart was with the dead. 13983|But while he sought, the God of battles rose, 13983|Who with a mighty spear had struck the force, 13983|And trampled on the host, in terror and rage, 13983|Of the great enemy, whom they still believed 13983|A God-sent messenger was coming slow. 13983|The hero to his friends, who to behold him came, 13983|Gave a goodly gift, by those who fell before, 13983|The bodies of the slain, and the blood-stained spoils; 13983|And a fair wimple, and a veil to cover him, 13983|The brave Egerian, which the god did show, 13983|And thus the warrior's glory the Gods did raise. 13983|HERE in the land of the Cimmerians dwells 13983|A people of whom this legend is true: 13983|In the far East they built some mighty pyres: 13983|They called their Gods with sacred ceremonies, 13983|And in the midst the mighty flames did burn, 13983|As on the pyres were seen the mighty Gods. 13983|Thus, in one night, two Gods, sent from the East, 13983|Towered their divine obelisks, they say, 13983|On the high mountains, and the God of Time 13983|Led his obedient steeds, the ages back. 13983|Then, in the land of the Cimmerians, a place 13983|Ruled by that king, a mighty people rose: 13983|But their strong ships were broken by misfortune, 13983|And without battle far, by evil chance, 13983|The Scythian mariners sailed that famous place. 13983|And now they say, by an evil God o'erruled, 13983|One day will come their doom, when, on their ships, 13983|In the deep water of the dark abyss, 13983|Must land the mighty God of the East, 13983|The lord of armies, the mighty one who leads 13983|The hosts of heaven in battle, and the one 13983|Whom men call the Sun, for whose radiance beams 13983|The stars, until the Gods come forth in battle 13983|The warlike God of the Nile by name agreed: 13983|He led his burning steeds in the mighty fight, 13983|And swept the deep, and drove their mighty foes 13983|Back to the coast of Asia, to the land 13983|Of the Cimmerians, where, on his mighty steeds, 13983|The hero-God was wont to ride. The sun 13983|Was the strong God of the East, a God divine, 13983|And to his altars evermo died to gain 13983|New strength for his Godhead, with death as one 13983|He fells anigh; but the God of battle keeps 13983|The fires burning day and night, and waves of battle, 13983|And thunder, rise to meet the clash of spears. 13983|To these the Cimmerians made a gracious gift, 13983|Beds of their groves of immortality, 13983|And plenty of the sweet flowers, for immortal Youth 13983|Of Youth's sweet life, to keep them steadfast, hid 13983|In the dark earth, and to preserve them firm 13983|From the cold death, until the end of time. 13983|Thus the Cimmerians kept the faith with honor, 13983|And kept their promise of eternal youth, 13983|To the Sun-Gods, when their glorious sun 13983|Shall pass away and leave the world in night. 13983|PERSEUS, on the throne of mighty heaven. 13983|A LION of the royal blood 13983|That hath no pride 13983|But is of the beasts the pride, 13983|The beastliest pride 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 37620 ======================================== Abandoned, as he lived;-- 3698|For he was the pride of the land, 3698|And a blessing to all there. 3698|It was not all on him alone, 3698|The gentle old heart there lay, 3698|But he was there to keep it firm, 3698|And to strengthen and keep it. 3698|When they who have no voice of grace 3698|Can ever be hated; 3698|When, for the sin of having wronged 3698|God sent his righteous rod; 3698|God is not on the pitying side. 3698|And he makes it worse by saying 3698|We cannot bear to be good. 3698|They had not been kind to him, 3698|And they saw his cause was lost. 3698|They could not understand, 3698|And if they did not understand 3698|In them God's anger lies. 3698|Their hearts were filled with hate, 3698|And they did not comprehend 3698|What God has said to us. 3698|They had not seen his face; 3698|They had not heard his voice; 3698|Their lives and bodies must have been 3698|Sick; they had not known. 3698|How can a Father, who is good, 3698|Be kind? I say to thee; 3698|Be patient, for his mercy saves 3698|Many souls, not one. 3698|If by a little, God is found 3698|For every man's distress; 3698|If with a little is obeyed; 3698|A little; then a little; 3698|And a little is an angel; 3698|For a little, all is God. 3698|If to think in such a wise 3698|Is man's ambition; 3698|If we, like him, are taught 3698|That God descends for good-- 3698|Think then, my child, that God is kind, 3698|And will indeed descend. 3698|A little, sir? But not too much, 3698|For that would grieve you. 3698|A little, little, sir? Not much, 3698|For then my purpose is, 3698|My little, and no more, I say, 3698|In all your childish woes. 3698|A little, sir? But not too much, 3698|To make my heart ache; 3698|But small, for small was before, 3698|I've heard; and then, a small, sir? 3698|Is little indeed? 3698|A little, sir? But not too much, 3698|To waste with what would fail 3698|My heart, as, without a prayer, 3698|I never could have prayed. 3698|A little, sir? Not too much? 3698|My boy, my little one? 3698|Is it not large enough to be 3698|The God of every other? 3698|A little, and it's large enough 3698|To keep us till the morrow. 3698|An ox and an ass, my dear? 3698|A little and we want more. 3698|A little, and no more, the world 3698|To know, and then--the world is vast. 3698|A little, sir? Nay, not too much! 3698|For when the heart is hard, 3698|All things that look large begin to be 3698|Small, indeed, for the eye to see. 3698|A little, and no more. I think 3698|We might, had God been good, 3698|Have loved each other as we ought, 3698|And let the heavens mend us now. 3698|I like the wind, and always have sung it: 3698|The sound is most beautiful; 3698|It dances along my melody 3698|Like summer music in June. 3698|I like the snow, and love it when I sing it, 3698|But fear it at times. To-day I sang it 3698|At noon, as I went to school; 3698|But soon I gave it up, for, O my fear! 3698|The wind and I were not in accord. 3698|I fear the snow; but fear not, then, 3698|These words, ======================================== SAMPLE 37630 ======================================== 1280|_The Pater_--_The Pater and his wife 1280|Have built a mansion in this house 1280|With a wonderful view of _the stars_ and 1280|This is the way they do it: 1280|The Pater says to the little girl: 1280|"My little daughter, 1280|I will tell you how great and small 1280|The marvels within this house 1280|Are, no matter what be the size. 1280|For if the earth be only square, 1280|And round the sky no man can see, 1280|Yet every minute is a sun. 1280|And he goes to his church, and there he lays 1280|His head, and there he hangs his dress. 1280|And if the heavens be not flat, 1280|Yet if all other sights of floor 1280|Are not so square, 1280|And round the sky no man can see, 1280|Yet every minute is a moon. 1280|Therefore the Pater and his wife, 1280|Make the world as flat and round 1280|As can be." 1280|But if on floor or sky-side 1280|There is a sun that man may see-- 1280|If there be other suns and moons-- 1280|Then the lovely earth is a circle! 1280|Therefore the moonbeams shoot through blue-ceilings 1280|And the sea-caves are not circles but 1280|But lucent solitudes! 1280|When I was seven years old and in a year 1280|The great bell rang all solemnly 1280|Over the graves of the children buried under the sod, 1280|And it seemed that I was in a land of light. 1280|But I was only seven years old, 1280|And the dawn came swift with the blinding light of a day, 1280|And the old graves stood still as the statues in a shrine, 1280|In the midst of the great dawn. 1280|And the great bell was still ringing, 1280|Dancing in the silence of the grave-yards of the dead 1280|The hour of the great bell. 1280|And the graves were still set in the earth under the sea, 1280|And the children were on the graves in the evening breeze, 1280|But they only remembered the great bell ring, 1280|_Oh, be still, children, you shall not remember the great bell, 1280|But we, I and you, we only ever remember the grand 1280|bell. 1280|"The greatest of all who live 1280|Lived for another's love 1280|Who had so little to lose 1280|That she was generous in her work, 1280|And cared not for her life." 1280|Oh what a thing in the midst of the darkest year-- 1280|The dawn, the dawn, the dawn! 1280|Oh what a story to our children to tell! 1280|And what a thing of beauty and wonder 1280|Letting us sleep so long at last. 1280|The great bell, not so far away 1280|From the grave-yard of the children buried under the sod 1280|Who had so much of life to give. 1280|It is all so new and strange now 1280|That I can see it not at all. 1280|If I were only a little child 1280|Who had to live so far away 1280|That I had never something new to see 1280|That I could call my own. 1280|I could not see the sun in the sky 1280|Or the wind on the ocean-flood 1280|In a little bay of Lusitania, 1280|And had to live that day. 1280|The great bell rings so clear and slow, 1280|Calling to me from the grave. 1280|And if I were only a little child 1280|Who had to live so long away 1280|That I had never something new to see 1280|That I could call my own. 1280|I remember the great bell ringing 1280|When we passed the house with eaves and stone, 1280|And then we saw the graves and heard the wailing 1280|Of the children buried under the sod! 1280|I remember them in the darkness 1280|Facing the night, and being afraid 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 37640 ======================================== 36214|Of many a flower and fowl; 36214|The winds that blew through the meadowland, 36214|The trees that bade strange things be. 36214|The lark and the blackbird that sang in the dusk, 36214|The robin brown and white, 36214|The bird that sung to the moonflower moon, 36214|Each a wild music to me. 36214|I loved them all, the trees and the birds and the moon, 36214|Each a wild music to me. 36214|I loved their song of the night, that the night would go by, 36214|And the stars and the night-bird; 36214|The lark and the blackbird that sang in the darkness, 36214|The robin pure and white; 36214|The bird that sang for my soul alone in the dale, 36214|A-singing a lone song to me. 36214|Now the sun is high in the heavens, 36214|And the birds are in the air, 36214|I hear the call of the nightingale, 36214|And my heart will follow the day. 36214|I will rise at morn and depart, 36214|And wend my way at dawn; 36214|For the stars to-night and the nightingale, 36214|In twilight yet will seek me! 36214|Farewell to the world around us, 36214|And home, my heart and hand! 36214|Home, home, with love and bliss for ever! 36214|Farewell to earthly joys and cares, 36214|Farewell to man in glory lost. 36214|Farewell to joy was ever mine, 36214|For the heart of woman is gladness. 36214|A man and wife, a son and child, 36214|I love for their sake and all. 36214|I love them for the eyes that gleam 36214|Like the stars, and the glance of their eye. 36214|I love them for the breath of the breath, 36214|For a breath of the soul and the kiss. 36214|For they are more than earthly things, 36214|For a light in the soul that is true, 36214|And the strength of the soul and the light 36214|For the soul and the light of the eye. 36214|The night is dark, and the night is long, 36214|I hear a voice calling me, "Stay!" 36214|I see a light in the window-pane, 36214|I hear a words of rapture. 36214|"Love, love!"--Ah, false, hateful love! 36214|A stranger calls and calls and calls. 36214|Ah, cruel, hateful love, thou wert born 36214|To be the death of all that we cherish! 36214|I seek her bier in grief and in shame, 36214|I seek her grave with sorrowing heart, 36214|I lift my eyes to her silent clay 36214|As the night goes on and the dark goes by. 36214|But love will never know sorrow and woe, 36214|Love is ever holy, and deep the fire, 36214|Love is never filled with bitter moan, 36214|Away from the earth to the eternal skies! 36214|The flowers that were gathered and pressed in her hair, 36214|Her brow's white drapery, her lily brow's grace, 36214|Her hands that were clasped and pressed with a clasp 36214|Of the lily-clasps in the lily-closet air, 36214|The kisses that her lips on his kissed lips gave, 36214|He has scattered them over the earth, 36214|And the lilies and lilies shall bloom anew. 36214|The sun that was bent above her bed, 36214|His beams, when they dipped through her window-pane, 36214|Shone on her, glorified, and as whitely fair 36214|As the snow is to the pilgrim who kneels there. 36214|"Ah, Mary," he cried, "shall thy heart to thee be given, 36214|That I may go with thee, as thou didst go with me, 36214|Though the journey were many and the sea unmeasured, 36214|I would not depart for the world's sake, nor ask 36214|For a name or a ======================================== SAMPLE 37650 ======================================== 28591|But, like all things by a thousand names, 28591|Ourselves are by the scoreiest scale; 28591|And each opinion on the rest 28591|Is rated by its weight of proof. 28591|Some say, "My friend, I'll let the Truth shine, 28591|Nor weigh the proof from thee or me." 28591|Others "I will do anything 28591|For Truth, and try thee as I please," 28591|And, like a true-born martyr, cry 28591|"For Truth, for Truth, to make thee mine." 28591|But let his words be mere praise-- 28591|"My friend, I'll let the Truth shine: 28591|I'll prove the weight of truth thou'lt find 28591|As mine will prove the scales true weighs." 28591|Some hold, "It matters not at all 28591|What weight the scales I give or bear; 28591|'T will all turn over ere long-- 28591|Aye, ere long, I know the Truth will shine. 28591|My friend, I'll let the Truth shine: 28591|I'll prove the weight of truth thou'lt find 28591|As mine will prove the scales true weighs." 28591|I know not if they be true, 28591|Nor do I care to know; 28591|If they but hold the right, 28591|I'll gladly let them go. 28591|But I'm sure, dear dear Lord, 28591|Thou canst not show dislike; 28591|When they're only lies to sell, 28591|Aye, but a day will fly, 28591|I'll say, "At last, this false lie 28591|Is far too awful dark for me." 28591|But when they give me good, 28591|I will not scoff or chide; 28591|But, if I get a lie at last, 28591|It's not so bad as _I_ feared; 28591|I'll smile, and go along: 28591|_My friend, I'll let the Truth shine: 28591|I'll prove the weight of truth thou'lt find 28591|As mine will prove the scales true weighs._ 28591|All are not mine--all men are mine-- 28591|All are but one united whole. 28591|O how could I make thee lonely-- 28591|O how would I make thee lonely! 28591|The stars that shine round every tree, 28591|The moon that lies in every snow, 28591|And all the stars' stars of the east 28591|I will not make thee lonely, Lord. 28591|For the moon-fire in our hearts is hot, 28591|And the world is filled with longing; 28591|And if I wrong thee, dear, O, wrong! 28591|And if I could but e'er forget, 28591|I would but make thee lonely. 28591|I will not, love, make thee lonely: 28591|There is the gold in thine eye; 28591|There is the grace in thy cheek; 28591|And the music in thy sigh! 28591|Though all else be lonely, 'tis sweet 28591|To be alone in thine own. 28591|I will not, love, make thee lonely: 28591|It was not made for me; 28591|No, no, there's the gold in my hair-- 28591|There's the sweet music in my sigh! 28591|All through the weary day 28591|I have seen sad sights, 28591|And the sea never sleeps 28591|When it sees the sun arise. 28591|I have seen lonely ships 28591|Make their way on sea 28591|That has no bells nor hawsers. 28591|Yet the sea loves them-- 28591|And the sails are stars 28591|If they come to shine within her eyes. 28591|At night when all our dreams of home 28591|Are gone, 28591|We sit within the door 28591|And wait our loved one's coming by. 28591|We know not what we are doing 28591|To-day, 28591|We do not know 28591|What we have done to-morrow; 28591|'T is only God our-father's will. 28591|This was the story she told me: 28591 ======================================== SAMPLE 37660 ======================================== 19389|And a little child, 19389|"You can't say you hate me, only you, you who never love." 19389|The white-haired mother 19389|Wept so, I thought her weeping 19389|Was for some one gone,-- 19389|A spirit from the heavens 19389|She thought I bore, 19389|A burden of a different hue, 19389|And a lost one too. 19389|So the mother, for her son, 19389|Wept, no doubt, at heart. 19389|"You ought to be glad, my dear, 19389|That you have lost to-day; 19389|You'll never see me any more, 19389|Although I'm sure, dear, 19389|I'd rather not of you should have 19389|A lover or you." 19389|Her eyes were hollow, 19389|Her voice was flat: 19389|I wondered where she'd wandered 19389|So many a mile. 19389|"Oh, if I'd stayed with you," 19389|I said, as suddenly 19389|And inly I recoiled, 19389|And, lo! the mother's eyes 19389|Were hollow, her words hollow; 19389|I knew her to be 19389|A woman of a lowly birth, 19389|And, what is worse, 19389|At this, I knew how 19389|Her lips had said her pray'r, 19389|But, withal, no worse 19389|Than if I had, ere I sprang, 19389|A woman of a loftier line, 19389|And of a softer heart. 19389|"So, you will find me, you may say, 19389|If I'll only pray 19389|And only take what's good and true 19389|To make me happy here; 19389|It _isn't_ a thing to look for 19389|To be with you forever glad, 19389|But as you'll say, I'll do my best." 19389|"Well, I will pray," 19389|The mother said, 19389|And wept her words, 19389|And I would gladly see 19389|A prayer like that, 19389|But I'll not be sorry 19389|That I can only say, 19389|"I love you, dear, and--I pray, 19389|When I--I go away, dear, 19389|And if I--go you'll see, dear, 19389|And that is what I'll do." 19389|And then she turned 19389|Her face away, 19389|And when she looked once more 19389|Upon the father, his wife, 19389|She smiled so shyly. 19389|"I think he isn't," 19389|The mother said; 19389|"He says he likes me, too,-- 19389|Oh, he's a good-hearted man!" 19389|And then she went away; 19389|I wondered when I'd see 19389|The father and his wife, 19389|And I was glad, I thought, 19389|To see them at the door. 19389|The day that passed 19389|I walked, while she 19389|Her little darlings wooed, 19389|And all the time I wondered 19389|That they were so very young. 19389|I wept because I knew 19389|They wouldn't please me so, 19389|And I cried because I feared 19389|They'd be too old and think. 19389|No, no; I'll love them well 19389|Till I and you and they 19389|Go to the last, 19389|And when we meet, then I 19389|Will love you and so say 19389|That loving-talk, dearie, 19389|So long I've been alone. 19389|The windy tree, 19389|The sunburnt bee, 19389|Are talking with each other. 19389|And in the sunshine 19389|My thoughts are wandering. 19389|And in the sunshine, 19389|My thoughts are wandering. 19389|The windy tree, 19389|The sunburnt bee, 19389|Are talking with each other. 19389|And in the sunshine 19389 ======================================== SAMPLE 37670 ======================================== 13983|This, that, and every virtue, as it may be, 13983|In that one is in his heart as in his head, 13983|And that no vulture's eye would dare to soar so high. 13983|Here, too, the mighty love of man for his kind. 13983|Here is the heart of man, that never will shrink 13983|From the loud shout of a great family strife, 13983|Through conscience' loudest shudderings against sin: 13983|For though at different times, by fortune and chance, 13983|The headlong son may fall where the proud grandfather stands. 13983|As now for us in our best company, 13983|This one he sees, and yet more loved to behold, 13983|Here, as if born of one like us in his race, 13983|He strives the mighty heart and head to tame; 13983|For, like our race, his great head shows the heart 13983|And race of him, though dimmed our bright light: 13983|But still the heartless son will make the race his own. 13983|A very woman, justly there she stood 13983|With features stern as her own grave and sunken face: 13983|Not in the way of human love and kindness, 13983|For she feared lest men should think her wholly vain, 13983|But, in the style of sternly dignified fashion, 13983|She looked toward the grave, and, with no word of pity, 13983|Drew away the stone from one of those bright eyes, 13983|And made it so white, so cold, so soft, so calm, 13983|It must be clean and fair, as still she looks on it. 13983|And now she lays beside thee, her fair head above, 13983|And all they are she speaks, as if the heart within it 13983|Were not so warm, too full, and filled for other men, 13983|And will at length, her heart's last garland bound. 13983|As when in darkling caverns of the mountain 13983|In most abject form doth one tall elder wait, 13983|His forehead darkly lined and bloodshot, long, 13983|All helpless gazing down the depth unseen; 13983|Yet, as each cavern knows his doom's decree, 13983|The mountain stands all sober in its grave.-- 13983|So looks the woman, gazing down the years, 13983|While all the earth lies trembling at her gaze, 13983|Though now an aged and a houseless one, 13983|And yet a maiden once--alas! such tears 13983|Of hope they shed, of hope all tenderness 13983|Are gently wrung from eyes so hard to fill. 13983|But, as the young and strong men, when the time 13983|For rising comes, the maddening sea do ride, 13983|Do with its foam to cleanse themselves with, so 13983|The man's eye wets--then, from the base stone, 13983|With fervent prayer, the maiden tears descend; 13983|While, by the side of that one other man, 13983|Each child's fair form doth now before her stand; 13983|For in the sea is no repose but this; 13983|And, in that man's heart, sweet hope doth rest 13983|Of his young offspring--ah! alas! their grave! 13983|But, as these children, fond and well content, 13983|Lay watching by this grave near the dead man's side, 13983|He, with a loving tenderness of heart, 13983|Pour'd nectar there, that he might be the better blest 13983|For having borne them; and--it may be so---- 13983|Thus was the grave set in his own sole tomb, 13983|The last of those who have spent their youthful prime-- 13983|Of the brave few that all the world had sadly deemed dead. 13983|Now, while the great Lord of all in Heav'n, 13983|In vision, saw the vast ocean roll, 13983|And all the islands by their n ======================================== SAMPLE 37680 ======================================== 4332|I saw my friends with trembling lips, 4332|I heard them sobbed and wept, 4332|For something in the wind was stirring, 4332|Something I had not seen, 4332|Something that none could ever know - 4332|My heart was broken. 4332|I sat in a room 4332|With my books all arranged in a row, 4332|And I shut my eyes. 4332|I knew then that my friends 4332|Were all sad people 4332|Who had gone away. 4332|My books were open to the wind, 4332|And I looked at the sky, 4332|And then I understood 4332|The heart of it all. 4332|They would have been sad because of the things 4332|Inanimate 4332|At the end of the year; 4332|The sad heart of them would have broken 4332|With the weariness of loneliness. 4332|And I sat and I heard 4332|The rain on the window 4332|As I watched the clouds 4332|Go drifting by. 4332|I understood the things I could not understand, 4332|For my poor mind would never understand them 4332|Until I looked into a crystal glass 4332|And saw the wonders that lived within it. 4332|My life has been a whirlwind of thoughts - 4332|A tumultuous, unruly sea, 4332|Whose unruly surges sweep the heavens 4332|In sweeping disarray of sail, 4332|In disarray of sail. 4332|And a day is the word for the change that takes place 4332|In a sudden tide of words, 4332|Of words, of words. 4332|The wind will blow with a restless wave 4332|Away from English water 4332|Until the sky is as white as a bride 4332|In her lover's arms. 4332|And then the sky will be as full of gray 4332|As if the moon and the stars were white. 4332|And then the stars will smile at you 4332|With endless eyes. 4332|And then the sea. 4332|And then the sea. 4332|Let's lie down close and love with the sea and the sky, 4332|In the sea or the sky. 4332|Let's love with the wind and with the waves in the sky, 4332|In the sea or the sky. 4332|We may forget the long-winded prayers of the gods 4332|In our temples of sleep. 4332|Let us sleep all night long where the sea flows 4332|To the sea-rocks where the reefs are, 4332|Under white skies. 4332|When Night has come in her nightclothes white and wrinkled, 4332|When the stars are looking up, 4332|She takes me to her secret place and kisses me, 4332|Over the balcony. 4332|She spreads me white and tight, 4332|And kisses me 4332|With kisses white and pure-- 4332|I kiss her softly and unclasp her--and then 4332|She will take me with her to the little room 4332|When night has ended, 4332|Where we two lie soft and warm 4332|On the soft velvet of a dark, narrow bed, 4332|And she leans her face 4332|Against my shoulder, 4332|And leans her face over me 4332|Over my breast. 4332|When the dark closes in with a halo, 4332|When darkness hides the sun, 4332|When the white stars 4332|Turn silent 4332|From the world, 4332|And the stars go out together in the dark, 4332|At that sound of many voices a chill comes on 4332|In the air. 4332|And on the midnight of the world the stars are not; 4332|Only stars go out together in the dark. 4332|And then 4332|I do not know who shall wake each night to hear 4332|From my ears 4332|The cry that is no sound that I can read, 4332|Or who shall climb the dark 4332|To the deep dark of the sky, 4332|That the wind shall moan in vain, 4332|That the waves shall be unable to cope with us. 4332|And when I lie stiff and white and ======================================== SAMPLE 37690 ======================================== 1568|And this way of the world, as it is, 1568|A thing to be fought through and escaped, 1568|I like but in the pit to lie. 1568|I am weary of all that it doth say 1568|In words and actions that are evil - 1568|Its false flattery and deceit 1568|That tempts the soul and ends the body. 1568|I know not why; but I think I'd like to be 1568|A singer--I do think I would . . . 1568|I'd like to be a singer, a dancer 1568|Who has lived his time and his whole life through, 1568|To stand on the end of a dancer's line, 1568|And the applause of the whole world to hear. 1568|I'd like to be a musician, a poet 1568|That has sung his song, to stand upright 1568|In the light of a golden sunset 1568|And cry in the glory of a sea 1568|"I have had my hour!" 1568|So, if in the music of this life 1568|You'd like me to seek my soul's desire, 1568|In tune with life and death, 1568|And, a-smile to the world, 1568|I'd stand by his side an old soldier, 1568|A poet of songs, who has gone over 1568|The sea, to the end, and knows death not, 1568|From that happy place. 1568|Farewell, my life and my friend! How far, 1568|So long between you and me, when you are dead, 1568|And the days that I have written seem to float 1568|In a vision upon the air, 1568|And the voices of the dead 1568|I seem to hear in the distance, 1568|A little vessel drifting 'twixt two shores. 1568|Ah, soon enough, it seemed, the day was o'er, 1568|And the days that I have written seem to dwell 1568|In a dream that I have known while awake, 1568|That I keep on telling. Well, what do they portend? 1568|There's nothing in the signs I see 1568|That tells you what it all means. 1568|I only know that what I feel 1568|Is moving from shore to shore: 1568|I only know that what I see 1568|When I lie down to sleep, 1568|Like a golden-fruited grove 1568|Out of which, like a flower out of a tree, 1568|The sweetest flowers bud, 1568|Are emblems of things to be, 1568|Things that make me think and dream. 1568|Like a garden full of fragrance, 1568|Full of birds of calm and birds of mood, 1568|Full of the fragrance, the buds of birds 1568|In your voice, 1568|And the moods of the children and the bees 1568|In your smile, 1568|Out of which in my garden you have come. 1568|I wonder if the garden 1568|Is full of you, 1568|Is full of the fruitfulness of dreams 1568|And of dreams and of the peace 1568|With which your words 1568|And the dreams you bring with them 1568|In the days that are henceforth for ever gone, 1568|Out of which you rose, 1568|Out of which you have grown and love of me, 1568|And from the leaves 1568|That you took on your long gaze 1568|In the light of the garden of dreams, 1568|Are out of reach; 1568|Are out of reach of what I feel 1568|And what I see. 1568|But I know some out of reach 1568|Out of tune, 1568|Out of tune with the songs and the moods 1568|Of this garden, 1568|And with you; 1568|And I know, beyond a doubt or fear 1568|One out of tune 1568|With the life of the day and night, 1568|Out of tune with the world and you, 1568|Out of tune with the flowers. 1568|Out of meadows red with daisies, 1568|Out of meadows white with sheep and mares, 1568|Out of ======================================== SAMPLE 37700 ======================================== 1304|Till, to the maddening strain of psalmody, 1304|The music fails and the words seem broken.-- 1304|The spirit has lost its way! What now? 1304|Pray, who is willing to be dear? 1304|When God first made man, he meant 1304|That she, the sister of his love, should bear 1304|A constant, loving, and perpetual strife 1304|Against all disease that might rob the mind 1304|Of the sweet workmanship that kept it warm; 1304|Should aid her brother in distress; 1304|Should share in his distress; and should not swerve 1304|From the appointed course of duty, ill or well. 1304|And God meant that she should bear 1304|A continual, loving strife, 1304|Against all disease she might swerve unawares, 1304|And ever be true to what he meant, 1304|Though in the way she walked. 1304|O, who of you, alive or dead, 1304|Would dare to do as I would have you do, 1304|And do it well; 1304|And, having got the high good thought, 1304|Would hold it firm? 1304|And having got the low good thought, 1304|Would keep it too? 1304|And who would dare to do what I advise, 1304|And bear that thought, 1304|And keep that thought, with steady mind, 1304|Though tired with thought? 1304|And who would dare to bear what I advise, 1304|And bear the thought, 1304|And bear the thought, day after day, 1304|Though weary of the thought? 1304|And who, alive or dead, would dare 1304|To bear that thought? 1304|For better far than breath of earthly air 1304|That doth soften and enrich, is the breath of God. 1304|THEY are only thoughts of God! 1304|He dwells not in all the mind, 1304|He does not move and has no place 1304|Where thoughts of this can be: 1304|But all the thoughts of men, I wis, 1304|And all the thoughts of God, dwell here-- 1304|Here now and for ever! 1304|A thousand years in Heaven he waits, 1304|And will not enter, till they all shall be 1304|Written, as he is God, and we believe, 1304|They will ascend from out the gate, 1304|To praise and glorify God. 1304|THEY came not hither, they that came not hither; 1304|Nought but the wind and rain came hither, 1304|But God opened wide the gates of Heaven, 1304|And let them in! 1304|THERE are other songs in heaven, 1304|There are other songs in hell, 1304|And other songs among the dead 1304|With which I sang that night: 1304|And one sang softly in the silence deep, 1304|And none believed what I had to say. 1304|"The day has come," said a starry voice, 1304|"When I shall wander from you, 1304|The light of my good watch your faithful eyes 1304|With their deep love-lit fires, 1304|Shall warm, and sweet, and soft for your heart to know 1304|And the lids, your hands should fall; 1304|And your hands and the trees round about 1304|Shall stand for a while and be comforted, 1304|A little while, and then return. 1304|"But yesterday, O heart and hand, 1304|I went down the road again, 1304|To the long home-road by yonder heather-clad hill, 1304|To a man who was a-dearning me; 1304|To the man who was a-dearning me: 1304|Where a pilgrim went, a-weary and worn, 1304|He heard the voice of our long vow-- 1304|We loved each other as we might have 1304|But the world was a dream and the way we were gone, 1304|And he went the old way again-- 1304|But yesterday, O heart and hand, 1304|He went down the road again. 1304|"Oh, was the world ======================================== SAMPLE 37710 ======================================== 30690|The great one saw,’ she said, “this woman’s face, 30690|The very one I had loved. 30690|“And I, at this most sweet of moments, stood 30690|Beside her, as the evening darkens, 30690|And we watched the lovely thing asleep, 30690|’Neath that huge sky, and all night through.” 30690|“If you’re very kind to me,” said I, 30690|“You then may come and take her hand 30690|Around, and so to let us both the joy 30690|That that poor girl has won.” 30690|“But I am angry,” the madone said, 30690|“So much I’ve had it from day to day. 30690|“Your poor little woman in agony, 30690|My life, in want, and wretchedness. 30690|“My head is spinning off her happiness, 30690|And so my body, and my head.” 30690|She said, “You’re sorry,” and the madness died, 30690|But I did not give a damned, 30690|And as I left the room I heard a sob 30690|A cry from one I loved, when we climbed a hill 30690|That gave us view of Rome. 30690|“And you,” she cried, “will never understand: 30690|This woman I was about to wed 30690|Was not a friend to us, and so that’s her name.” 30690|The great one answered, “Her name is Burt.” 30690|The two in agony turned and went, 30690|And all night through a long cold sky 30690|We watched the lovely thing asleep. 30690|At day-break I woke: and all was still. 30690|And all round about me everywhere 30690|The little stars like tiny hands, 30690|On which the sun, with all his thousand fires, 30690|Casts his faint light. 30690|And through the night I heard a sobbing sound, 30690|A sob through many miles of snow, 30690|Like voice of one who goes about his work 30690|To light his candle-flame. 30690|And all round about me were the frozen trees, 30690|And many an empty, lonely nook; 30690|And never in the whole wide universe 30690|Did I feel then a warmer place to dwell in 30690|Than I have yet to roam. 30690|“It is the woman who has loved so long,” I said, 30690|“It is the woman who has cared so long, 30690|And left her husband and child behind,— 30690|It is the woman who has borne the child;” 30690|And then I saw the moon was low, 30690|And so it was that all the stars were bright: 30690|They had not hid that I, who stood afar 30690|From that fair spot of rest, 30690|Could hear the sobbing and the candle-light 30690|The little woman had not seen. 30690|A few moons past and upward, onward, I saw 30690|Another mountain, and another way 30690|Than this of old. . . . . . 30690|Then I rose and wandered far away 30690|Among the hills in a wild, unbroken dream. 30690|Yet there I knew, and yet I knew that she 30690|Who lived with me twenty years ago 30690|Was not the one whose name I knew, 30690|But a far different woman, bright-eyed, pure, 30690|Who had gone with me along the way. 30690|And every day I seemed to find 30690|Another sunbeam on the hill, 30690|Another sunbeam, as I gazed, 30690|With eyes that knew no sorrow. 30690|It was so sweet the old church-tower, 30690|By the church-yard green, 30690|That all my mind was boundless, and still 30690|Away from earth, 30690|Away from time, 30690|Away in the golden glow 30690|Of noon and the golden dusk, 30690|Of the noon and the golden dawn. 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 37720 ======================================== 4332|A white, dead flower, and then I hear, 4332|"And so I have the whole of you." 4332|And once, a time, the flower of me 4332|Was she who came to us alone, 4332|A little form who sat beside us 4332|And smiled at us with innocent white face 4332|Because we missed the little smile 4332|We wore on our lips the instant we died. 4332|The one who brought us flowers 4332|But when we took them, why, no blame, 4332|It left the heart wistful, 4332|And you will cry as we have cried 4332|Who saw you smile in Death's uncertain time: 4332|You might have thought to find 4332|Love, when the flowers had died 4332|And gone to the light, 4332|A little thing to think of in Death's dark hours. 4332|We should not keep them, 4332|We can let them go 4332|Once too easily left. 4332|The night was dark, the wind at play, 4332|The stars were faint and dim. 4332|How should we watch them? 4332|Or where should we sleep? 4332|A little thing we say. 4332|A little thing we do. 4332|Oh, little things, we will not sleep, 4332|Your dreams will fly through your eyes 4332|And all for a little thing. 4332|When you are a little older, 4332|When you have more money, more skill, 4332|And no one takes you home 4332|You will find the little things 4332|How little they are. 4332|I know the way they are: 4332|To the dark house behind an oak 4332|You will find a little thing. 4332|The little things are wise and good, 4332|The little things are strong. 4332|You will have to learn that way 4332|To keep the little things 4332|From going in and out of your eyes 4332|And all for a little thing. 4332|It's no use trying to hide, 4332|They've seen the sun before; 4332|It's easy to keep watch-- 4332|All they want is the right way to go 4332|And nobody's there to tell. 4332|It's all in their little ways 4332|That you and I see right 4332|And we all know all about 4332|The little things 4332|Who play by the tree. 4332|A child may be a little child, 4332|But her heart isn't always blue. 4332|She knows, she knows 4332|That love has the best of heart, 4332|But sometimes, when I say good-night, 4332|She thinks about the little ones 4332|who never can know good-night. 4332|Her lips are too red to kiss 4332|And that's so she tells me everywhere 4332|She tries to comfort me 4332|When things go wrong or don't go wrong, 4332|Or seem a little hard to get 4332|That she can't quite figure out-- 4332|She's always telling me, and she, 4332|Is she not quite right, Dad? 4332|My thoughts are always very wise, 4332|They never say a wrong word. 4332|They say things simply and no less 4332|That are not true. 4332|The little days of the years 4332|Have all the sweetness of Spring. 4332|The little dreams of the thoughts: 4332|I never stop to think or weep. 4332|I make a pretty picture each day, 4332|A picture of a little child; 4332|Each picture fits so well 4332|Just as I would like. 4332|As pretty a face there is in England 4332|As ever the English mother brought 4332|Or ever the English father brought 4332|With a white hand up to be held, 4332|And a black ear. 4332|As pretty a face for the baby Jesus 4332|As ever the mother could draw; 4332|And each is very fair 4332|And very sweet. 4332|As pretty a face I find in England 4332|As ever the mother ever loved, 4332|For all her ======================================== SAMPLE 37730 ======================================== 27776|What a blessing to their souls is given. 27776|With all manner of vernal flowers 27776|That in Spring-time in your homes well grew, 27776|Your children now are numbered; 27776|With birds that once you loved you now lament, 27776|And every night your cottage I have seen 27776|Blooms with sweetest birds. 27776|How can such change an ill to see, 27776|For which we can none of good recall. 27776|I see the time not long nor late 27776|When the first leaf is fell'd, 27776|Or the rude thistle in autumn weeps, 27776|As if the world were sad: 27776|And he, for whom to make a song, 27776|Has not the wit to know at all, 27776|How birds may still be sad. 27776|Now Nature, that with kinder eyes 27776|Pores o'er our needs, is gone, 27776|And we are left to wretched man, 27776|In the same wretched world he's in; 27776|His strength and motion seem to be 27776|Like the woe of birds, that sing: 27776|His peace of mind is almost flown, 27776|And often in sad similitude, 27776|With the same wings and motions, we feel 27776|The anguish of our wretched state. 27776|Awhile we muse and then we think 27776|How sad the case may be: 27776|And yet, perhaps, the time may be 27776|When yet our doom shall not be hard, 27776|To change with him, we must not be 27776|From this time to ever change; 27776|And thus for to endure a while, 27776|The curse of Heaven shall be not hard. 27776|The winds that soon will start, at present, 27776|Our bark will be;--but what of that? 27776|The sea does her utmost to keep, 27776|Our bark will not be there. 27776|Our vessel no longer shall be there, 27776|But from our presence she must part. 27776|So let us now be gone! 27776|Alas, to some I seem to owe 27776|A debt from no long distance paid; 27776|And all the while, I feel the pain, 27776|That on their hearts such thoughts do send. 27776|I'm all to blame. I saw them come; 27776|Nor did I do what it was my part, 27776|T' let my tongue the story may tell, 27776|In this my sad old age: 27776|'Tis not my fault that in that war, 27776|So many died and such a shame. 27776|Then, when they came to me on shore, 27776|In all the world I could not tell, 27776|By the shape of my young face, 27776|If I had been a man dead bad, 27776|Or if--a child asleep. 27776|And if I had been found in bed, 27776|And not in some great place: 27776|If this were my good-natur'd wife, 27776|And all her children, too, at strife, 27776|Yet, by them all, I blame me not, 27776|But when they made their bed ajar, 27776|She took my wound for one of their own. 27776|My heart is troubled with a pang 27776|That once it burst away: 27776|So on a day I seem to see: 27776|And with my dying breath I say: 27776|"Have pity upon us, lord! 27776|How long, methinks, shall we, be 27776|Bound to this bed, and to our pain, 27776|Pardon us not, when we are dead." 27776|The world with pleasures it affords 27776|To men that are as strong as they, 27776|And they are then themselves to try, 27776|And live all their lives as they may. 27776|But, as for us, who are but clay, 27776|What may we say unto them all, 27776|For these can no more give us thought, 27776|Nor give us thought, though in the dark, 27776|Like our dead fathers, we are bound? 27776|And so ======================================== SAMPLE 37740 ======================================== 7394|And she said: "It isn't any use, 7394|"But you can go and tell the priest, 7394|"He ought to have our old acquaintance, 7394|"But since we've got nothing more to do, 7394|"He'll just do his duty by us,-- 7394|"Since he's no better in his humor, 7394|"I know he'll spare our old manner, 7394|"And we may go and see our dear friend, 7394|"And leave him right or wrong at bedtimes 7394|"And not go knocking on his door 7394|"To play devil's advocate for hours 7394|"And for a week to put him out of doors; 7394|"And when he's up to mischief again, 7394|"When things are going so well and so 7394|"I'm afraid he'll get a little ill,-- 7394|"An accident. Heaven save the poor devil! 7394|"He says he's tired of business 7394|"With none but cows and pigs to be cowered, 7394|"Though all I see of what we're doing 7394|"Is a great wooden fence there in the barn, 7394|"And nothing like the game I'm wanting, 7394|"And so, my good fellow, I think we'll keep 7394|"Our cows out of the way of the thunder, 7394|"And the pigs out of the way of the thistles. 7394|"I think our dear friend will be better, 7394|"And all we're doing right, 7394|"And just won't make anything of it! 7394|Away, away, with that!" 7394|That's one for the fences! 7394|Let us make the long drive! 7394|And speed we will to-day, 7394|Though the road is long and hot 7394|For the oxen going fast,-- 7394|For the cows they're sick 7394|And sick the good steeds there, 7394|And the pigs they cry 7394|Like a hundred little girls, 7394|As they cross the pasture-lane, 7394|And the tall grass they fear. 7394|But a hardy lad next door 7394|Is trying his hardest, 7394|And he's pulling his old ox-bar 7394|And he's working, day and night, 7394|To make the long drive. 7394|The old cow's all the preacher, 7394|She makes up her sermon 7394|On the following plain 7394|On the following plain,--but I'm afraid,-- 7394|It's not in her style. 7394|Oh, we shall follow the drive 7394|By the white and swift 7394|Red and silver stars that burn 7394|In the night-sky overhead, 7394|Or the starry lights 7394|Of the heavens above,-- 7394|Or an iron thing of weight; 7394|It's not where's it--well, I say 7394|I can't tell to-day. 7394|The old cow's all the preacher, 7394|She makes up her sermon 7394|On the following plain 7394|On the following plain,--but I'm afraid,-- 7394|But I'll go and see that star,-- 7394|And I'll be there when she's there,-- 7394|And I know that star,-- 7394|But I think I ought 7394|Some day when I see a preacher in the grass, 7394|I'll be glad I wasn't there. 7394|Oh, you'll think,--and you'll guess, 7394|I'll know about your star,-- 7394|There's a thousand things you can find in the sky 7394|When I'm back by the river again, 7394|With the cow, to look, so I know when to be gone,-- 7394|But I'll go, with the cow. 7394|We've a nice little country, 7394|And the people are good; 7394|There's lots of "hollity, hollity, hey!" 7394|All the live-long day, 7394|Till we've purchased our cotton gin, 7394|And our "pile," if you please, 7394| ======================================== SAMPLE 37750 ======================================== 1365|Gathered, and from that time to this 1365|Not a word is spoken in our hall! 1365|At a place in the street-head, just as day 1365|Was closing up, and the twilight was low. 1365|Wolves ran at a jog, apes came flocking down 1365|Through the long galleries, all night long and under 1365|The moon we read and puzzled wittedly 1365|At these grotesque figures: some moved slow, 1365|Some moved like great doves, some like small birds' eggs. 1365|Then, when one curious day was past, out came 1365|The schoolmaster with his long-ball cap on, 1365|And said, "Your furlough here is extended 1365|Until I can give you a proper account 1365|Of all the subjects on which you are required." 1365|Then laughed the schoolmaster; and at sight 1365|Of those familiar faces once more, 1365|He laughed with them all, and then grew grave. 1365|And then to his wife, and to a man 1365|Who was a stranger, and a vagabond, 1365|And half-forgotten things, he solemnly 1365|Said, "I take you, and my children, 1365|And my horses, and my servants' stables, 1365|And all that my mind and body can hold, 1365|And what I can spare of whatever is left, 1365|And all the treasure-troves of antiquities 1365|And antiquary memorabilia 1365|That in old books are stacking in the rooms; 1365|And all the money that I have on me 1365|To purchase these things must from your credit 1365|Be brought up." This was a wise and careful man, 1365|And he paid the debt promptly; but, alas! 1365|While making up his books, some years after, 1365|He heard the alarum of the popish wars, 1365|And hastened from his bed to go abroad, 1365|But, being blocked by the severe archdeacon, 1365|Found not a day the alarum might awaken. 1365|The archdeacon, however, in his rage 1365|Lusted overmuch for this woman's good, 1365|And said one day to the other, "Sir, we 1365|Are all of us to be blamed in your case; 1365|We thought to have brought this woman here, 1365|And made her of all women his desire, 1365|And also all other females his scorn; 1365|But now we find that she may not be brought; 1365|No; she is not here; at least we find 1365|She will not be!" Hence the books he gave us, 1365|The great Bible, in letters large and plain, 1365|And said that God the Father, Almighty 1365|Author of life and all that is on earth, 1365|This woman had made "without my being set 1365|Attaining unto honor, and power, and glory." 1365|Then to himself he wrote, and said to us, 1365|"This woman is the very image and similitude 1365|Of what I sought to make, and this similitude 1365|Is that dead Carmelite, of whom we hear 1365|The bitter tale of Rachel weeping and wailing: 1365|And she was married to that miserable man, 1365|Stretched on the ground in anger, and so murdered. 1365|He is dead and gone; I cannot kill this fellow 1365|Because he took off the life I put into it; 1365|He is dead and gone; his wife has taken from me 1365|The honor that is laid upon, and the pride 1365|That lay upon his head, and laid it down. 1365|She's the one that is left me. I cannot do it." 1365|Thus in secret did he write, and sat down 1365|And wrote verses for himself, and then he tore 1365|The works of the church, and threw them from him, 1365|And said to his wife, "What are these that are thrown 1365|Into this house? a nightmare is coming on me, 1365|As a great cloud and rain is come upon me!" 1365|The husband sighed, and said, "But I ======================================== SAMPLE 37760 ======================================== 1287|With all his friends I then was able to live. 1287|When, lo! that day, my father, sick in all, 1287|Rescued me from his father's grave, with pain, 1287|And to your arms I gave my life again-- 1287|A life I scarce deserved! Then, when he found, 1287|That my mind, which then was so darkly cloudy, 1287|Was now purified, and that I was clean,-- 1287|To him I in a vision of my youth 1287|And childish beauty with my mother pled. 1287|When now his death his cruel hand only wrought 1287|To bring me from the path of duty down, 1287|And now his love to me he took as mite,-- 1287|How would I then, on him I had so loved, 1287|Have looked up or gazed in any way! 1287|To my mother then he gave my hand 1287|And then he led me to his noble hall. 1287|No more to me his smiling face may shine, 1287|And I no more his word of glory he 1287|May hear in this my house! Ah, how he loved me! 1287|As then he lived, so lives he now; I see 1287|He lives to judge, and all his will to check. 1287|If I were only to myself now free, 1287|With him must we, and not to others here, 1287|Nor to the clouds afar, nor to the fair? 1287|Then surely, then, the dark woe of love for him 1287|Would be no sorrow for me. But to-day 1287|I see him as a foe, whom I am bound, 1287|And all my hopes are all to be oppressed. 1287|For to-day is like for me a morning bright, 1287|Or like a merry evening's peaceful night; 1287|But when from us the day grows so far away, 1287|The dews of sorrow then will we arise 1287|To watch, and mourn; since then, like summer rain, 1287|Each tear our hearts shall wash away,--we'll tear 1287|And rend like raiment of a garland fair! 1287|In the land of the Sun-King there is a lake, 1287|And it lies near to the city of the Sun; 1287|And it is very blue,--the blue of the sun,-- 1287|When on its surface you may mark the gold, 1287|Where the fair maiden, the Sun's fair daughter, 1287|Lurks all the morning, always, with him there. 1287|And I'll tell you what her friends in such a place 1287|Say to one another, when they've had a chat, 1287|Who sits there idly gazing towards the sun, 1287|From out their slumber, and smiles, because he's there. 1287|And when they come to that, and the sun is setting, 1287|Their thoughts return to him, who's still at home, 1287|Still smiling on their thoughts,--yet they would smile 1287|With a smile for him, and for her, but him too. 1287|I WILL not stay with you, or seek at your beck, 1287|To tell some secret story, but I'll sing, 1287|Here in my own charming way,--I'll sing a song, 1287|Which on your ears is wafted, and on mine too! 1287|WHEN first I saw thee, a young and handsome one, 1287|I was so proud, and I cried aloud,--"Oh, come one! 1287|And I'll prove to thee this very morn on my way." 1287|--But I heard in the night a lone and secret song, 1287|That I never, I can swear, e'er heard before. 1287|For well I know the music it may be of mine, 1287|And of thy lips,--and of the rest--I'm content. 1287|But if I once again should see thee with silver hair, 1287|And with eyes like light, I might return again. 1287|WHEN late I heard thy voice and with thy eyes beamed 1287|Beautiful with joy and hope, yea, I beheld 1287|Glamour spread o'er fields, and life's bright hope ======================================== SAMPLE 37770 ======================================== 2334|And he turned as he heard his voice: 2334|A man's voice I never heard before. 2334|"They're coming; I hear the . . . 2334|"I said he'd never come back; 2334|No one would ever take him, he said, 2334|If they went with . . . There was a pause. 2334|A great, long pause. 2334|Then I heard his voice again: 2334|"They never will come back; 2334|For he said, he'd fight for them still 2334|If it came to . . . but it didn't. 2334|Why, I thought he was some rebel, 2334|Some wretch who wasn't made of bricks. 2334|"And I thought the women, he said, 2334|Would never let him to their bed. 2334|And he would . . . Come to think of it 2334|I thought he'd never marry me, 2334|Though I loved him all the time. 2334|"But I went from this house of his 2334|When he asked me to come in 2334|Because I knew he would come back. 2334|I was so frightened. 2334|Come to think of it. Let me see 2334|I knew it right like the back of my hand, 2334|And I heard her call his name 2334|At the end of his pipe. 2334|And what did it give me? It gave me 2334|To his men and his rowdy girls." 2334|"If you went to the prison 2334|You should go by the same doors; 2334|I think I'd rather find that man 2334|Who shot Brown and Murphy, 2334|Or whoever they were killing-- 2334|And when I find her out to walk 2334|I'll give her the same scare of hell." 2334|He took a long slow draught: 2334|He thought for awhile; 2334|He took a long slow draught 2334|The wind was blowing west; 2334|He smoked the last cigar 2334|That was in his pipe. 2334|The moon was up, the little stars 2334|And the moonlight were still; 2334|He thought that they were all afraid 2334|Of his red, rosy lips. 2334|They came to him to talk: 2334|He said, "I will, I will. 2334|He turned the water up a bit, 2334|He went to try the room, 2334|Then he said, "I'm going to kill; 2334|You'll know it all by the way." 2334|He said, "For the love of my life," 2334|He never will come back. 2334|He took a long slow draught: 2334|"All right," said the captain, 2334|"Just to be clean up and dry 2334|Before you start to drill, 2334|My fickle lady friend." 2334|She talked to the captain then. 2334|The captain didn't come again. 2334|They said, "We're just like any gang; 2334|Well, if we'll only get it right, 2334|We'll be all right as could be." 2334|They put him in the stocks, 2334|For the fear of his eyes. 2334|They took the pistol out, 2334|And they drew the rib of brass, 2334|And they brought wood and dirt 2334|To keep the fire at a walk. 2334|They put him in the stocks, 2334|For the fear of his feet; 2334|They sent him to lie on his back 2334|For the shame to roll in. 2334|They took the nails out: 2334|He went to sleep all alone. 2334|They put him in the stocks, 2334|For the fear of his eyes. 2334|They took the nails out: 2334|He went to sleep all alone. 2334|They cut the nails from his feet. 2334|They laid him in a heap of stones. 2334|They went to work on his head. 2334|They cut the nails from his head. 2334|They burned his mouth for the sake 2334|Of a scrap in the fire. 2334|They put him in the stocks ======================================== SAMPLE 37780 ======================================== 8187|In such a bright and glorious light, 8187|I had thought, had nature given 8187|Such a part to _Thou_. For how; or why 8187|The light which so serenely came 8187|And glided from the sun below, 8187|Could make us think it of _Thee_? 8187|'Twas not, the sun is bright enough, and there 8187|No soul has ever seemed so right; 8187|Nor was it bright, till in thy breast 8187|There shone as brightly every part, 8187|'Twas all thyself and nothing more. 8187|So, when on yonder grassy mound, 8187|Or in the flowery valley lies, 8187|Thou with thyself hast given up 8187|Earth for ever,--it is _Thou_! 8187|What's the way to glory, the only way? 8187|To sleep, to rest, to sleep-- 8187|How well, oh how well should the weary one 8187|From every pleasure fly! 8187|In every false luxury the weary one 8187|Must take an air; 8187|But--should it not be thus with thee, my love? 8187|To be, thou seemest now, 8187|And have the world below thee for a mask, 8187|All robed in sunshine? 8187|And, after life's false scene of the day-dreaming eye, 8187|Where all is bright and bold, 8187|Shapes of earth and heaven come and go like dreams;-- 8187|As far as eye can follow, as far as mind can trace, 8187|I am thou, my _way_ to glory, my _way_ to rest, 8187|Like those whom the wild woods and hills inspire, 8187|Whose very eyes of bliss divine 8187|Are made of the flowers they love. 8187|What is that to me so pure and holy, 8187|Oh, let it be mine! 8187|'Twas the fountain of pleasure I sought, 8187|And in its crystal glass 8187|I've seen her white flowing limbs divine, 8187|And a light like her own. 8187|O what is to me so bright as thou, 8187|Oh let it be thine! 8187|Thou wert first to me from earth that flow, 8187|In sweetest measure prest, 8187|The waters of the Fountain of Pleasure 8187|And from thy fountain drankst. 8187|And now, like those fair maids of old, 8187|In their turn, thou lookest forth, 8187|And, like them, the fountain must have run, 8187|But there's the sun again! 8187|As the flower by Nature's hand unclosest 8187|When sunlight, sweetest, hath died, 8187|And with her golden hues unperfuming, 8187|Haunts the day-light's verge-- 8187|So, all in the sweet hour of evening 8187|Dost thou go from me; 8187|But oh, the heaven-sent beauty is thine 8187|And only mine. 8187|But tho' for thee my heart forgoes 8187|The music of the spheres, 8187|I feel the joy, my soul is radiant 8187|When thou, like light, com'st down. 8187|For there's a glory in a tear 8187|That will not fade, 8187|A glory in the eye we will not lift, 8187|Can make the night so bright. 8187|'Tis then thy glory, love, as stars 8187|In Heaven; and thine in waking, 8187|When from sleep at night we've tolled 8187|The joy-bells of the day. 8187|Oh--'twas then too that thy bright eyes 8187|Looked out in wonder, from their blue abyss, 8187|A thousand leagues to Heaven's own dome 8187|That shone and shone from night. 8187|And when from Heaven's dome thy eyes did come, 8187|And gazed so tenderly down the sky 8187|That heaven's dome looks in the night, 8187|As if, like me, 8187|A heaven were in those orbs. 8187|"And is my ======================================== SAMPLE 37790 ======================================== 4253|'Tis but the shadow of what comes after! 4253|"What is the way, boy?" said the old man slowly. 4253|"The way, old man?" said the boy, in doubt. 4253|"O, the way that comes with waiting. It is waiting--Waiting!" 4253|All the day long we heard, on our way to school, 4253|The school-boy band's music, softer than a bird's: 4253|One only heard, on his way home through the town, 4253|The rush and roar and clash and roar of the streets. 4253|We heard the schoolboy cheer. That was all he could do, 4253|The cheerful, glad-hearted school-boy cheer. 4253|We heard his blue-grass music, when through the fern 4253|His wild-goose song swam up from where the thorn 4253|Stript off the studded Autumn's crown: 4253|The woods and grass and clover-- 4253|In one short hour all must yield up their sting. 4253|We heard his dreams of glory and love, 4253|The sweet-strung, high-hearted dreams 4253|Our fathers had so often taught us, 4253|Our mother's voice singing in her sleep 4253|That all must yield to her control 4253|And quiet, as we would fain hold them back, 4253|And in the solemn calm her mighty dream 4253|Come true: and glory and love, 4253|Though all may vanish in earth, 4253|The vision that our fathers saw 4253|Shall shine, even on our dying eyes, 4253|In memories of a glory more than ours: 4253|And then shall we be school-boys again, 4253|And not of angels fretting under tyrants' sway! 4253|We heard the lapping waves that wash the shore, 4253|We heard the wild, wild surges whirl and break, 4253|The storm that all the world has known, that is 4253|The world's, and the world's again we leave our graves! 4253|O earth, that do you remember 4253|These simple children, three in one, 4253|And if you forget we never can speak 4253|You take the place we take: 4253|And we are sad, and yet we feel 4253|No grief you understand. 4253|We think of you not by your title, 4253|But as one who could have been 4253|As truly lost, as failed, as shamed, 4253|Have come from out the past! 4253|And when the sun sinks in the west, 4253|The lonely days are over, 4253|The old, old rhyme, the old, old rhyme. 4253|And then you'll be as good as we, 4253|And you'll even know 4253|That there's a song to be sung--that there's a rhyme. 4253|But we must not look for you, 4253|And all our years must seem 4253|A little while--a little while--a little while. 4253|And in the evening, looking backward 4253|And looking forward 4253|We see you pass, and see you move, 4253|And we are good, then, even if we fail. 4253|We have the years, but not the skill, 4253|And in the summer, going to the trick-playing school 4253|We have--or will have--the years. 4253|Yet when you're on your death-bed, 4253|"The rhyme had come," you say, 4253|"But I can think of it now! 4253|I found it in my playing!" 4253|If that's the case, perhaps 4253|If to such a task as this 4253|You had not known it, perhaps 4253|You do not feel the need 4253|To say "the rhyme had come" 4253|If you could see the truth. 4253|When a man knows why his work is done, 4253|When he has conquered the goal he set, 4253|He does not feel as if his hand were wrong 4253|In straining at the last to reach the goal 4253|Of being satisfied that every day 4253|His hand, his brain, his brain were surely best ======================================== SAMPLE 37800 ======================================== 8790|That I may make them know my secret, do thou, 8790|As was my wont, direct thine urgent needs 8790|To him, their guardian and salvation, call. 8790|I was a virgin, all unsuspect, 8790|And innocent as Virgin, when the Lord 8790|Slaughtered me, in Bethlehem, in the field 8790|Where low I sate sacrificked with meat 8790|Of heifers precious: once no more I live, 8790|And still a she-goats' skin is on my hand. 8790|I was a she-goat, not foreign in skin, 8790|But native in the soil: once in all 8790|Milliiolae gave me leave to work. 8790|My hand grasping the broad axe, I shewed 8790|The fruit plump and ripe; our Lord then haled 8790|Me from the earth in pieces, pieces all 8790|Fine-shrivelled; behind him went the black 8790|Magnanimous deviser of the deeds 8790|Of blood and arson, and his hand 8790|Fell also on me, and my whole bulk 8790|Shew'd itself like that huge mass that at Rome 8790|Was thrown out Manno from his mill. After 8790|These exaltation and astonishment, 8790|The sad Patriarch, with his custodial wands, 8790|At once descended, and did cleanse the ground. 8790|Ev'n as the sun doth pour out his floods 8790|From summit to base, one floods me most-- 8790|A while my sight is fixed, and then I lose 8790|Sense of all motion--so is my possession 8790|By the striking character of that durance. 8790|Once as I was walking with my lord 8790|In the quiet after heat of the sun, 8790|VVhom few paces distant from one another 8790|In goings, sighing, here we met; for through us 8790|The great and little rivers, high and low, 8790|So knit their mouths, that the unification 8790|Of the unmingled waters makes her stream 8790|Stagued, agglossive, stuper into aught, 8790|From which it forms the general Bay. He moved 8790|His finger in the fire, and I my pace 8790|Toward him slackening; then we met, and said 8790|(*) I had forgot to say that I had noted 8790|He from youngest grade of men had turned, 8790|This day, toward the Wattendorf, which winds 8790|Into the Rhine. 8790|As a water-wheel near to the wheels of fire 8790|Bends toward the centre, i' th' apex, where 8790|The uncalendared spirit of the coals 8790|Takes manifold lubrication, and waxes 8790|And wanes not to one degree nor other, 8790|So towards the Wattendorf drew he smooth, 8790|In his progress, through the dusky vapors, 8790|Ne'er to divide his journey more or less; 8790|And as the river, flowing into Rhone, 8790|From the old Drybourg, purl'd under foot 8790|At Lugano, thence in stream again 8790|Transverse it flows into the lake, yet never 8790|Divides nor steers its course into branches; 8790|Thus unto the steep course of a thirsty shore 8790|In his progress bent he. And I, as they, 8790|With crowding footsteps went our way, to mark 8790|If some Deity among them lay, 8790|That these my master might perhaps approve 8790|My humble pen, or myself the power 8790|To vent my royal feelings. But not long 8790|We stood, amid th' illumined company 8790|Stood there no God, nor form discerned? He, 8790|Who saw me, smiled, and thus spake: "O thou! 8790|Who art not older by than 99 years the while 8790|That eare is thou hast kept open?" then to me 8790|"I old am by words, and older though by far 8790|Than thou wast, when thou with Caesar's ally 8790|Slew the sovran ======================================== SAMPLE 37810 ======================================== 30332|And now the last, ungrateful men, 30332|Who will no more with us the path 30332|And the high-tided meads obey, 30332|But will go by in the waste away 30332|Where the sea-wolves haunt and fight and break, 30332|To the land that holds and never fears 30332|The sorrows of this lonely spot 30332|I pray thee tell me thou wilt; 30332|For, if thou wouldst, thou hast the gift, 30332|Of that great wisdom which they give 30332|Even to the worst of men." 30332|"But how, my lord, can a man know 30332|If I have such or not? 30332|Some say, to know that thou dost love 30332|Is but to know the thing too late; 30332|That, if thou hadst not made amends 30332|For thy love's sake, I should have died 30332|With the sad heart that it brought me." 30332|"I could not say I knew a thing 30332|So sure as death, thy lord." 30332|"Now, if it may so be, my lord, 30332|My lord, the thing that thou wilt speak on 30332|Is this and nothing more; 30332|The earth around is only dust, 30332|And the wind hath blown in at the end 30332|Where the white cliffs begin; 30332|I thought the end was near, and now 30332|Grief hath come and vanished away 30332|At even-tide; and when I saw 30332|Death upon my feet, 30332|I would die as God doth live, my lord, 30332|A man, so live, that I might rise 30332|And go forth out of the world, and set 30332|In the great light of day; 30332|And yet, because life is joy for me, 30332|I should not care a burthen of earth 30332|For the small world, only for the earth. 30332|Alas, I should not care a bit; 30332|'Tis but a small world which thou dost see 30332|Beside the white sea-line, with the stars 30332|So still about thy hands, 30332|And the sea-wind at thy feet, 30332|And thou wilt walk abroad 30332|Without the fear of death, 30332|And walk without the tears 30332|Of an old woman dying, 30332|Who cannot tell how long 30332|Since first the world began: 30332|And in the sun dost keep 30332|A little quiet, 30332|For, when thou dost sleep at last, 30332|Thou shalt not weep so much 30332|As thou shalt weep more fairly, 30332|For there's no one that thou wouldst see 30332|So good as God and thou shalt hear 30332|The music of the years; 30332|And what thou wilt beguile 30332|With the sweet words that it brings, 30332|The beautiful words of music, 30332|When thou shalt feel them coming, 30332|As the very seasons bring 30332|Their tears of song-power, 30332|As to a woman dying 30332|The dream of her, 30332|She will then dream, and thou wilt weep, 30332|And think of many things, 30332|And some will be to make 30332|Thy life a perfect round 30332|Of song-living, and a dream 30332|And a sweet sweet name, 30332|And some will be for love, 30332|And some for something else, 30332|And some for the very beauty 30332|Of what the days contain; 30332|And thou wilt see the glory 30332|Of many a name made up 30332|From words of beautiful music, 30332|And the name so beautiful 30332|Thou'lt hold in thine heart long after 30332|Thy sorrows have fled. 30332|But the time will come, and thou, 30332|Wilt come too late to know 30332|The way that thou mightst have known 30332|'Twas but a little while, 30332|Since thou wentest on to say, 30332|When thou wast younger young, ======================================== SAMPLE 37820 ======================================== 12242|As on a stage, 12242|The singer's eyes 12242|Are not as in their rest; 12242|Their fire is still 12242|And cool, 12242|While he has words; 12242|And no one knows it is not so. 12242|Songs are born 12242|When eyes are knit; 12242|Ere kisses smite, 12242|The song is in the heart. 12242|But now, folks say, 12242|His eyes are blind; 12242|But, mind you, he 12242|Can hear! 12242|No matter; he 12242|Can feel 12242|The notes 12242|Come from afar, 12242|That's why he sings, and feels; 12242|And, after all, 12242|"The music comes!" 12242|My old grandmother lived beneath the hill, 12242|A footstoner in a shabby blouse, 12242|With a pair of penny shoon 12242|(I knew what I was about, you know) 12242|And a shoe that she had lost a toe. 12242|Her face and her dress 12242|Were like two moths that come and go; 12242|Her hair was like a raven sky; 12242|Her eyes were like two doves that flap. 12242|She had a little crystal ball, 12242|As big as a muffin tin, 12242|And a little book of rhymes about rhymes 12242|That nobody ever will put in a retort. 12242|Her face and her dress 12242|Were like two ants in a corn. 12242|Her hair was combed down to the curl; 12242|Her eyes were like a morn in June. 12242|She never knew when a sunbeam failed 12242|To put out her little silver bell. 12242|Her little hands were red-wrought and white, 12242|And they were a-wonderful as a mouse 12242|At the piano keys 12242|That had been cracked and put back in their place 12242|And the keys of mother's loom, 12242|For she never knew when a lace-bead tail 12242|Was cut too near her ear; 12242|The mouse's paws they would never cross; 12242|Her speech-box was locked and bolted tight; 12242|She never knew when the wind blew wide, 12242|And she certainly never heard 12242|When the wind blew hard against her 12242|In any shape, not even a sock with nipples 12242|Like hands of pirates. 12242|There was her old grandfather's life, 12242|There were her mother's ways, 12242|But the old woman's hand was a part 12242|Of all that she could do. 12242|Her old grandmother had a wizened frame; 12242|Her old mother had a face that fooled 12242|And a manner that the fickle pack 12242|Would throw on, year after year; 12242|But the lady's heart was as young 12242|As the youngest child that lay 12242|In her lap at her grandmother's feet 12242|And showed that he 12242|Was as rich as the paroquet 12242|That the French lady caught when a babe. 12242|And the old lady would have died 12242|If a baby's breath had blown 12242|Frappily in her face. 12242|And the lady's heart was young, 12242|But she never saw another child 12242|As beautiful as the one at her side 12242|And never dreamed of a better day 12242|For a pleasant cake, 12242|If the baby had died. 12242|It's a fine thing to love a boy 12242|When he jumps in the park to play, 12242|And he's carrying his toy, and he talks to it, 12242|And it licks him clean, and laughs at him. 12242|And it licks him clean, and laughs at him. 12242|It's a fine thing to love a boy 12242|Till he smells like a rosebush. 12242|And he sleeps in your lap, and it covers him; 12242|And it licks him clean, and laughs at him. 12242|And it licks him clean, and laughs at him. 12242 ======================================== SAMPLE 37830 ======================================== 16059|(Romancinante ciego, 16059|Al pérfido doña Anna, 16059|Y se amor de un alegría 16059|De la sombra y de la ley, 16059|Y se puede cada 3 de febre, 16059|De la sombra, y de la lumiendo: 16059|Y luego en adelante pino, 16059|Olas y amores... 16059|Y levantarla á la fiere; 16059|Tendió la fiere que está 16059|De su diestra nave. 16059|Y hoy, hoy, dó se muera 16059|La triste busca invernaña, 16059|Sobre el más hecho del Cielo, 16059|Tanta en una rocísa 16059|De tu amador la vista lira, 16059|Y de que amoce la vida 16059|La fiere al lado de hiel. 16059|¡En la tierra, amigos al viento, 16059|Más huye, todas las palmas que canta: 16059|¡Ay de los días amos las almas! 16059|¡Ay dó está la muerte que parece 16059|De la tierra en que así pasada. 16059|Que no recuerdon la flor de la Mancha, 16059|El rey que dado entre sus flores 16059|Vuelve el nave aseguna 16059|Del rostro dos á dudos y dudos. 16059|¡Ay! que así al alba con amores 16059|El rey me basta que me hercillo. 16059|Y á la gente de las flores 16059|La flor de los alanuras y herpicos. 16059|Y así los arboledos 16059|Con su arco infante al otro primero. 16059|¡Ay! que estás amabotos 16059|Al sol de su trémulo ni la muerte 16059|Que mientras el rey muy amedrentoso 16059|Que con sus flores ya estrellas. 16059|Y al fin á todos los muertos: 16059|¡Ay, dó se mira, tus amabos! 16059|¡Ay, que al sol de su trémulo 16059|¡Ay lo siento, sus naves la cabeza! 16059|Cuando los malignos, 16059|¡Ay! te qué de los vengades! 16059|¡Ay, que tú, tus amabos! 16059|¡Ay, que se mira, tus amabos! 16059|Si lo te vendía 16059|¡Quanto así, ¡cuanudos! 16059|¡Quanto cuando sus florestos ojos! 16059|Que dicen esta flor que le tengo reina; 16059|Y veloz con sus turturas 16059|Ó vinies de nuevas, 16059|Vágunos al padre huicieronos, 16059|Ni un palacio, ni un bizarro, 16059|Sube el alma que así llega al mundo. 16059|Siempre ya seguía 16059|Se pasaño el penido, 16059|Todo lo ciego se le dicen; 16059|¡Alas, ¡vive Dios! ¡Qué lleman! Que, 16059|Tu amante hielo que á sus amigos lo 16059|Que y que muero el día, y el santo 16059|Te á otro no han sido, y no ha sido 16059|Para enemigo de la tierra! 16059|Á la nave, Àyar con trópillo 16059|Oyeronkó, làgo el rostro suelo, 16059|Cuando á un arco b ======================================== SAMPLE 37840 ======================================== 1020|But I was never sad, 1020|But I was always glad 1020|To see them, though they came 1020|And kissed my hands in the street: 1020|For we could see them every night 1020|To the old, lonely farm, 1020|And we felt we held the key 1020|To the world of all we craved. 1020|We made the world ourselves, 1020|We had the whole domain. 1020|And so we lived for hours 1020|Till the dust of the streets 1020|Sullied our eyes and lips, 1020|So we hid the truth behind 1020|All the comfort it may cost. 1020|It's strange, and strange to tell 1020|That you never knew. 1020|They never found that name, 1020|And never found the sign 1020|On our little faces, like 1020|The letters on a sheet. 1020|"But he said that when he came 1020|Back to this room again, 1020|It was just a man 1020|Whose name he knew, at least, 1020|And that all his life 1020|Had been a vain endeavour 1020|To find the right one, and 1020|So lost the chance, I think, 1020|Of finding it again. 1020|But that the men and women 1020|Who know the world that way, 1020|Who go in search of names, 1020|Find little comfort there, 1020|And miss a whole avenue. 1020|So I thought it was best 1020|To keep the secret there. 1020|My friend, I thought the same. 1020|I have put names on cards 1020|And they've vanished from the world; 1020|But when the names I put on 1020|Are what you see on cards, 1020|There's nothing left of those names, 1020|And I can say no more. 1020|He asked me for the last time 1020|For the last time to be, 1020|The man I knew the best 1020|In the country and the town. 1020|But I've put names on cards 1020|And they've vanished from the world. 1020|For he may find what he may 1020|That he did not before. 1020|And once, when all the names 1020|Had vanished and gone by, 1020|I put on cards of them 1020|The names for a badge of pride. 1020|I've put names on cards 1020|And they've gone from the city street 1020|In the city, and the town, 1020|In the country, and the town. 1020|The names of friends, the names 1020|That were always kind and true, 1020|The names on cards of them 1020|I've put on cards of them 1020|As an emblem of power, 1020|In the country, and the town. 1020|I've put on cards 1020|The names and faces of men 1020|To look like their real selves 1020|When they die at the end of life -- 1020|The names on cards of them 1020|For a badge of pride. 1020|I used to find them so 1020|That their names were gone. 1020|But the names I put on 1020|Are things for a badge, 1020|For a sign of strength and hope 1020|In the country, and the town. 1020|I put on cards 1020|And they've changed their faces, 1020|And now they're nothing at all, 1020|And now they're very glad. 1020|For a sign of hope 1020|And a pride in our soul, 1020|In the country, and the town. 1020|How long will you be gone, Lou? 1020|I shall be a very lonely wretch 1020|Forever, and I shall have passed 1020|On through the door that every man 1020|Is left to enter in without. 1020|I shall have lived so much, I think, 1020|I have passed on in the door I enter in 1020|When I am old enough to enter in. 1020|And even now, before you hear, 1020|When I've ======================================== SAMPLE 37850 ======================================== 1304|And a' the deil maun do wi' it? 1304|I maun tell the king and queen, 1304|And tell them what I maun say; 1304|For he maun mak 's sae mony a singin', 1304|There is nae a braw brother in the land 1304|Can win them o'er ae braid en' o't. 1304|I've sic jinks that will flatter 't 1304|I've sic ease that will charm 't, 1304|There is nae nobbut me for charmin', 1304|There is nae but me for a'!-- 1304|O wad some Power but fix that star 1304|O' justice, which spares nae a' men; 1304|And at the time when we maun bleed 1304|Give my Mr. Lawerence the dreeing! 1304|O, give me the lordly Hector! 1304|O, give me the man that abides! 1304|O, give me the man that has right 1304|To lay mair or mairstron on another; 1304|Give my Mr. Lawerence the dreeing! 1304|O, give me the man that has right 1304|To lay mair or mairstron on another; 1304|O give me the right to lay mair or mairstron on another! 1304|O, gentle Reader, I have no song to give you, 1304|As I write these rhymes in haste for to appear; 1304|But as o' Merlin's self ye may tell the spell that's in't, 1304|And when ye reach the end of your rambling jingle, 1304|Pray look down the stream of this poem. 1304|'Tis the King of Denmark, I've written, is dead . . . 1304|A king is dead, and with him my long love-- 1304|He lives in Hell to be our witness, 1304|The girl is dead, with her man, both young and sweet, 1304|But what of the songs I've sung of them both? 1304|The gallant and gallant and gallant and brave, 1304|With his eyes in the stars, and his cheeks aglow 1304|From the sweet words they spake-- 1304|(Ah, think for once when grief is youth's sole gush, 1304|How much I suffered in writing!) 1304|Was a noble bard, and he chose well to die, 1304|Because his soul knew how justly to die:-- 1304|How justly! for 'twas a noble cause, to die! 1304|Now hear me sing of a poet that was young and bold 1304|All his life through--yea, for he had eyes to see, 1304|And was proud enough to be young-- 1304|And a youth was he, and was bold enough to choose 1304|For a comrade in love and a comrade in war. 1304|I have seen the bold youth droop and drop like a tear, 1304|Yet his spirit held strong, and never gave way 1304|Until the day it seemed too late to him to fly; 1304|But in the night he rose up and cast away his shroud, 1304|And cast away his shroud and stood there among the free; 1304|Then the clouds fell in, and the night came sour and chill, 1304|And his comrade's body lay in the earth a corpse, 1304|And his spirit was cold, and the friend was gone and mad. 1304|Hark, how the bells ring, as they rang at the break o' day 1304|To the brave young poet and poet's love, 1304|That loved him as none could love, and passed in peace from the way 1304|That was fair as Heaven is fair, 1304|With music and blessing, 1304|To where the brave young poet 1304|Is sleeping in the grave. 1304|Hush! hush! the bells do ring, 1304|They tell the gallant youth 1304|Has fought and died with honour. 1304|They do but tell of love, 1304|Weep, laugh and sing, 1304|In the land of the brave and free, 1304|He has died and gone 1304|The better man from France, 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 37860 ======================================== 1279|For love of God, to be an owl, O 1279|Thou ne'er wilt be so vain as fly to 1279|Some wild, far extremity in 1279|A heart whose ardour burns not hot, and 1279|Wooing with words, but burning with the eye 1279|Of a proud maiden, whose wild passions love 1279|To win some gentle lady from her man. 1279|Or, if thou art to be struck dead at 1279|The altar of some fiery worshipper, 1279|To look on blood is not sufficient-- 1279|But must admire the glowing of the eye; 1279|And must adore the blood of some great cow 1279|Whom sacrifice has brought below, 1279|To whom this world still more becomes 1279|For sacrifice, than all the narrow vale: 1279|How much dearer art thou than a sister-- 1279|Mirth and music are thy sister's mirth; 1279|Music may lull, and mirth may chide, 1279|But the loud laugh, and waltz, and dance, 1279|Waltz and lull, like a wild note, 1279|Through the haunts of men on earth. 1279|In every house that love can give, 1279|Is joy on the lips that adore thee; 1279|Their lips are sweet as wild lamb's' fleece, 1279|Their hearts are ever a-thrill, 1279|For what they love, that loves them, 1279|And the thought of them, is full of bliss 1279|As is their last kiss.--Oh! 1279|How sweet to lie within their sight, 1279|With sweet contentment and content! 1279|For what they loved of old is theirs, 1279|When love and life were but long last'd; 1279|And the love which they loved once loved is thine, 1279|They love thee--they adore thee! 1279|For thy young wife, the happy LESS, 1279|And for THOU wretched LEWIS, 1279|And FOR THOU poor, despised, and HEWIS, 1279|And THOU poor, despised, and hawis: 1279|For thee, and thee alone, for ever, 1279|And for thine, alone, for ever. 1279|Thy head, my simple, tender head! 1279|For ever mine, my very own; 1279|By thee is life and all it means, 1279|Through thee no wretch of fate is free, 1279|No human tears can e'er inherit 1279|The home-sickness of to-day; 1279|But they fall on a bed of snow, 1279|And sink into an icy grave, 1279|And they know how to cover it. 1279|The mourner, oppressed with grief, 1279|The friend offended, or angered, 1279|The object sought, and, forlorn, 1279|Thou sleep'st on's weary life away, 1279|With pain, and care, and many a year, 1279|A heavy burden to thy side, 1279|Though fond remembrance bids thee feel 1279|The sympathy thou never saw. 1279|Thy home is laid in various ways: 1279|There's an obscure spot where you'll never be: 1279|O'er what, my father's dog, sad eyes! look: 1279|He was never tired, for his heart was light; 1279|And there's a house, for aye, his dear body loves, 1279|Of wood, and straw, and bushes under; 1279|There's a yard, a little garden, and such a one; 1279|And there his little bed, my father's sleep, is laid. 1279|Ah, father's sleep! my father's mind was my own; 1279|(He had died ere his prime, and was lying low, 1279|When I, his only child, (the love of womankind!) 1279|Sought in his dying hours a quiet grave at home.) 1279|My father's mind was ever mine; 1279|(Nor, till my father died, was mine ever so dear, 1279|Though yet with scanty rites a father can be bless'd,) 1279|Though in his death at home 'twas seen but as a ======================================== SAMPLE 37870 ======================================== 24334|They never are alone; 24334|And they'll talk it over, and make it plain, 24334|You know each other all alway; 24334|And it's "Dear little brothers, you must not 24334|Come near each other without a kiss!" 24334|And I'm sure I am not alone; 24334|And it's "The night is cold, and no one comes"; 24334|And I'm sure I am not far away; 24334|And it's "Dear little girls, you must not 24334|Live in the open air so long"; 24334|And I _know_ they think it so very nice, 24334|And they love them still to be alive; 24334|And it's "Dear little girls, you must not 24334|Be so much afraid to go out"; 24334|And I know they don't want any of that. 24334|And it's "Come over, come over, the sky is blue"; 24334|And I _know_ I ought to say "Yes" again; 24334|And I'm sure I am not really old either, 24334|And it's "The snow comes down, and it takes old clothes". 24334|And I'm sure they'd be pleased to hear me so; 24334|And it's so very good when little children speak, 24334|And it makes the hearts swell with happiness. 24334|And it's very nice when the sun is high; 24334|And it's very nice when the shadows fall; 24334|And it's pleasant, too, when you hear the winds beat 24334|By all the bells in the old churchyard tower; 24334|And it's pleasant, when, from the sky as it shines, 24334|The trees are leaning o'er the rusty fence, 24334|And it's pleasant, when the cows come home again, 24334|After a little nap,--to lie down to rest. 24334|And it's very nice, as you and I are apt to know, 24334|To know that, when the morn returns, 24334|At breakfast, for a little while, 24334|We can laugh and dream and talk all day, 24334|And play all we like without falling asleep; 24334|Or, with all the talk that's in us, 24334|To catch the thoughts that come and go 24334|And help us to get things right, 24334|All very early, when breakfast comes; 24334|And so when morning's on the stairs, 24334|I feel the new life in all things stir 24334|In my mind's eye, and feel the air 24334|Into music and song and rhyme; 24334|And the bright children, always so bright, 24334|Come hither in the morning bright 24334|To have their fair young dreams begun. 24334|I like them best, who never sleep; 24334|The bright new thoughts I am about 24334|Are sweet as any dreams that men 24334|Dream when they're mad; and then I try 24334|To make the old dreams always true; 24334|The morning new and fresh again 24334|In my heart; and so, without care, 24334|I'm happy, very often right, 24334|With the world of the new, and him 24334|To whom I give the new life's way. 24334|I'd like to be a bird 24334|That, flying, leaves a note behind 24334|Some very simple, clear-tagged message, 24334|Some very plain instruction, too. 24334|I'd like to be a butterfly, 24334|That comes, and goes, and shines, and goes, 24334|Uncharted fields and seas to explore; 24334|On that, and on my other fancy, 24334|I'd like to be a squirrel-stalk; 24334|Or I might be the ghost of a bard 24334|In some old forest, where his poetry 24334|Had once been penned; so, I suppose, 24334|In a still and unruffled way, 24334|I'd sing his very best and brightest lines. 24334|I'd like to be a lady, 24334|With eyes of diamonds, and of pearls; 24334|A queen of men, though never quite crowned; 24334|A mother to a child or two; 24334|I ======================================== SAMPLE 37880 ======================================== 4369|I'll stay at home and watch out till the dusk. 4369|When night comes, in the silence I stand up soon-- 4369|I hear the wind's long bass with my tears in it. 4369|I walk on the dark, and my arms are hot with hot. 4369|Then at the end I'm tired, and my dreams are dark. 4369|My eyes are dim--of my life I can make no plan. 4369|But my heart beats when it comes--as the night wind beats. 4369|The world is silent--what are I to say? 4369|My heart is a little space that is warm and hot-- 4369|I must wait, I must go--I must wait so long. 4369|A year ago, at dawn, at morning clear 4369|The sun shot out from his heaven the great sun ray 4369|And touched the earth with the ray of it; 4369|The sun shot out like a man from his heaven the great sun ray, 4369|And I was in my little bed of flowers. 4369|With my dress on my breast, and my face where gold 4369|And red roses were mixed in my room. 4369|Of the roses I kept the best, so little they were, 4369|My gown's hem swept away the rest.... 4369|I knew not it was darkness in my room for so long. 4369|My thoughts were on them,--their beauty's white.... 4369|I had so much, but I did not have the leisure to keep 4369|Faces pure and bright as you see 4369|At the ends of the earth--you. 4369|I was happy, I cannot say. 4369|I could not rest, and so at last I stood 4369|Facing the windows from my bed. 4369|In my hand my gown, and your lips, I thought 4369|Were not the right place together. 4369|The sun shone on my face--my arms were so long. 4369|My little hands had long since slipped-- 4369|I was not sure if I knew what should happen. 4369|I could not see, I did not move as I ought, 4369|It seemed I was a ghost with you by my side. 4369|I did not even look up.... 4369|You were good, but not great--I was very glad. 4369|You looked at me, your mouth was on my face, 4369|Your eyes were at my eyes--and what they meant 4369|I cannot tell. I would have been crushed, had I 4369|But guessed what your eyes meant. 4369|I did not turn my head 4369|As you said--the flowers had been all white. 4369|I did not answer, and did not speak. 4369|I do not know what you would do next-- 4369|Would you like to kiss me? Say I am good 4369|And if only one more thing you want me to do 4369|You are not angry. You cannot know. 4369|I did not care to stay the night longer-- 4369|You did not care--and so I left you to keep 4369|The night so quiet and to sleep with you. 4369|The night is silent save for music still-- 4369|Your heart is beating, my own heart is beating-- 4369|Now it is done.... I am glad that I cannot speak. 4369|I am very glad that I am not frightened. 4369|I am glad that you have gone away from me. 4369|You never knew, you did not care to know. 4369|The night is still--the darkness still prevails-- 4369|You only knew that I am waiting for you, 4369|And that I go like the morning through the dark. 4369|I think you had the wrong idea when 4369|You said I looked white and white. 4369|I never said I cared. I loved you, 4369|And always loved you, until I learned 4369|That you despise me. You are always mad. 4369|You do not know how much I hate you-- 4369|I hate your madness. They are so unlike you-- 4369|I do not think you have the right ideas. 4369|I am so tired of all the flowers 4369|That I have loved so long. 4369|I ======================================== SAMPLE 37890 ======================================== May the Sun's light shine on her, 37452|And her lips say, "Love me still!" 37452|_Songs from a Family Church Revival_ 37452|"_A child's the more an artist_!" 37452|_Children are the masters of time,_ 37452|_The masters of change, and change,_ 37452|_The masters of time and change_ 37452|"_If the little child were master,"_ 37452|_So runs one old proverb._ 37452|"_The child is the artist!_" 37452|_The little child is the master_ 37452|I stand above the city that I have built. 37452|I see the houses, I see the men go by, 37452|And I hear the tramways sound on either side,-- 37452|And I see from the tramways sound the people pass. 37452|I feel at my right hand the crowd, I hear at my left 37452|The tramways sound, I feel at my right hand the crowd, 37452|But I hear only the music only on my ear. 37452|_Children are the masters of time,_ 37452|_The masters of change, and change,_ 37452|_The masters of time and change_, 37452|_The masters of time and change_, 37452|_The masters of time and change_._ 37452|The sun hath lit up the city on fire 37452|As a great furnace is under a hill; 37452|And men sit at their ease under the roof, 37452|And cry to the heaven, and look out to the sea, 37452|Till life and death of them begin and end 37452|In the sound of their tongues and their crying. 37452|But I know the place where I do never sleep, 37452|But sleep only where I stand aloft, 37452|Or look down on the place where I lie alone, 37452|While the city is in a flame of its pride-- 37452|Of a soul that is not true, or brave, or great, 37452|And curses the sky that it made. 37452|"_All through this hour, God is with you._" 37452|_Children are the masters of change,_ 37452|_The masters of change, and change,_ 37452|_The masters of time and change_, 37452|_The masters of time and change_._ 37452|"_The sun is a dream in the air,_ 37452|_The city a cloud before the sun_ 37452|_The child is a shadow on the street_." 37452|"_Do you know the music that rings through the town?_ 37452|_Do you know the songs that are heard on earth?_ 37452|"_The song of the sea and the song of the storm._ 37452|_All through this hour, God is with you._" 37452|I sat upon a bank 37452|With the waters breaking, 37452|In a place of yellow sand 37452|To tell me of the shore, 37452|And I sang me a song 37452|In a voice I knew, 37452|And the voices of the birds 37452|Stirred in the wood, 37452|And I knew the song, 37452|Until you heard it, 37452|Singing, singing! 37452|I sang you their song. 37452|How fair it was!-- 37452|Birds of the frosty winter and summer, 37452|Sounds of the sea all night, the wind all day. 37452|I told you the tale,-- 37452|Saying, 37452|How love was done there,-- 37452|How love was done there when I was a child. 37452|And the birds went over my head, 37452|And I did not cry 37452|For I knew they knew,-- 37452|But I sang them their song. 37452|"_All through this hour, God is with you._" 37452|Your eyes are eyes of a child, 37452|All that is broken, 37452|All that is darkening, 37452|The light behind you, 37452|The shadow before you. 37452|Mine eyes are eyes of God, 37452|His face is the sky,-- 37452|His feet with the stars' steps 37452|Are ======================================== SAMPLE 37900 ======================================== 5184|From the fire the bride is burning, 5184|From the fire is rising bridegroom, 5184|In the air his winged message. 5184|Now the bridegroom, Mishe-Nahma, 5184|Is the happy bride of Hyacinth. 5184|Wainamoinen runs upon the waters 5184|To the sea-shore searching, 5184|There to wed the Fairy Queen of Magic, 5184|If indeed she be not sleeping; 5184|Quickly runs the magician, rings many bells, 5184|Rings with might of magic, bells divinely tinkling, 5184|Rears his fore-foot in the air, hurling them 5184|O'er the head of Fairy Kyllikki. 5184|From the crystal flood-faces dancing, 5184|From the headlands, foam-lands, temples, 5184|Forth he scuds with bugle blasts calling, 5184|Gayly on the air menaced. 5184|Cheered by the loud and gay signals, 5184|Ended were the pomp and pageant 5184|And the games and feasters allaying, 5184|To the shore came doubly cheering, 5184|North-east path the shore rejoicing; 5184|Singing, from the rock Echo blithely calling, 5184|From the pine-tree laughter calling: 5184|Came the merry, youthful people, 5184|All the heroes, those whose deeds were winning, 5184|Calling now to home-sick heroes, 5184|Calling to the warriors' resting, 5184|To the warriors of the fire-weapon, 5184|To the men who with the axes were serving. 5184|Thus the hostess of Pohyola 5184|Taught the youthful heroes sitting 5184|In their homes among the mountains; 5184|How to brew the honey-biscuit, 5184|How to roast the masses baking, 5184|How the logs for cooking were being fashioned. 5184|Beauteous hostess of Pohyola, 5184|Do not burn your magic honey 5184|In the stove and in the bath-room, 5184|Do not make the food for mortals, 5184|On my altar cursed with bitterness; 5184|Not the food for Manumeo, 5184|Sacred to the Great Spirits, Toba, 5184|Nor for blessed Wainola, blessed! 5184|Make not for the Great Bear eating, 5184|Serving mortals on the altar, 5184|On this altar cursed with bitterness; 5184|Do not feed the Great Bride leaving, 5184|Do not feed the virgin mother 5184|With the nuptial meal enchanted, 5184|But the bitter food of Wisdom; 5184|Do not leave the Maiden smiling, 5184|With the face of bright-red forehead, 5184|On the rock at Lampetree, 5184|On the shore of tranquil waters, 5184|Near the grain-fields of the Tin-ti; 5184|There the hungry elder, Eating, 5184|Fills with his fill of bitterness; 5184|There arise the fires of bitterness, 5184|There the ladens of the culprit, 5184|There the revel of the felon, 5184|In the holy stream and fen-cities. 5184|"Honey-brewed are the magic flasks, 5184|Oil the hosts inspire and feed them; 5184|Often does the bride ask for honey, 5184|Asked by the sweet-faced Wood-king in summer, 5184|Asked in winter by the darkness, 5184|By the Evil-spirits enchanters, 5184|By the strongest of the giants, 5184|Who are wild for thirst and hunger." 5184|Wainamoinen, wise and wary, 5184|Searched the hosts enchanted in magic, 5184|Till ails now naught remained unspied, 5184|Now a fiend was left unspattered; 5184|Now the hosts were fully understood, 5184|Who bewitchingly corrupted 5184|Things for mortals to corrupt. 5184|Here too I could not find the wisdom 5184|To explain all the wonders 5184|Of the things I had discovered 5184|In my journey to the Northland; 5184|Therefore this ======================================== SAMPLE 37910 ======================================== 1304|If all the world were I, 1304|If all the sea were I, 1304|I'd follow thee for aye." 1304|But though he follow'd thee the sea, 1304|He never knew it--never 1304|Would come to see the blue; 1304|For never, never would he go 1304|Till thou wert dead and laid in bay! 1304|"O Mary! I can not sleep 1304|When all the winds are still, 1304|And streams are silent standing 1304|On every hill and dell. 1304|When the light wind murmurs low, 1304|And the loud wind sings; 1304|But in the silence there comes back 1304|A thought of thee. 1304|The morning will not wake! 1304|The nightingale will not sing! 1304|But on, down, down, thou wanderer, 1304|And I will think of thee. 1304|Mary! where are the songs I used to know? 1304|I turn and look--O, 'tis summer--but the years 1304|Are blent, mixed, and twisted, and all the lines 1304|Are lost in gloom!--O, happy were the day 1304|When in my heart's core dwelt every chord, 1304|As once they were, in memory's sweet prime, 1304|When song was but a tender word spoken, 1304|Or whispered in a loved one's ear, 1304|Or blessed them by a spirit-audience. 1304|O, happy were the day, and bright, and new! 1304|What though my fading eyes may only know 1304|The tears, the grief, and all the pain, now washed away? 1304|There's life before, when life was best; 1304|And there's after--worse.... 1304|Away--O, away! for after--and what after? 1304|And where is the life I knew, and where--my life? 1304|O, bitter heavy thing! for bitter heavy 1304|Are the heavy things that lie before us now: 1304|A solemn weight that's heavier than all things, 1304|And heavier still:-- 1304|The weight of things that never weaned from their milk; 1304|Of things that died-- 1304|But liv'd-- 1304|But liv'd on-- 1304|But liv'd on; 1304|But why--but why did ever they live on? 1304|O, you who love, you never know what would 1304|Come after--and after; 1304|And the grave, they say, is but an empty shell; 1304|And love, they say, is something deeper 1304|Than all our joy, 1304|And love-- 1304|But love-- 1304|But love, 1304|But love, 1304|A year ago I held you fast 1304|As a vassal might hold a crown; 1304|My hands were pure, and warm as they 1304|The yellow grapes of your native land: 1304|My heart was far from hurt, nor wrong, 1304|Nor fear--nor thirst: 1304|And you were-- 1304|... My hands were pure-- 1304|And warm as the heart of a child. 1304|But now, O cruel years! so late 1304|The sun was set, and night was nigh, 1304|And it was only we, our king, 1304|Were left to stand and watch for him. 1304|Then to the camp we came, where lay 1304|My noble father, lord of all. 1304|For him I loved to ride the chase, 1304|And hear his voice a hundred paces yield; 1304|Or to recall him when the war was won-- 1304|(O, I would then my days were done!) 1304|To him to promise all my service due-- 1304|My service to my father dear. 1304|My hands were pure, my heart was true-- 1304|And now, no more shall I endure 1304|Weak hands, that can but make the blade 1304|More deadly, as that in mine they did. 1304|I saw my people as they stood, 1304|And I beheld my people fall. 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 37920 ======================================== 9579|To-morrow's sun shall show her here! 9579|I will not fail. 9579|When first on earth my mother's eyes 9579|Beheld thee happy and bold, 9579|Like them who dream in Bohemian bowers, 9579|Or list to flutes when young; 9579|Then, on the battlement of Cannathen, 9579|Where thy gray flocks yet fatten, 9579|The first glimpse of America 9579|Looked for thee, beneath the limes. 9579|When first through sunshine and through shower 9579|I made thy simple dress complete, 9579|I thought, "To no manial home gifted," 9579|Thy daughter lives, thy first born. 9579|Thou waitest for the hour, at last, 9579|When she, with better manly breast, 9579|Shall learn that Beauty is her own, 9579|Unselfish, generous, just, 9579|And come to bind about thy waist 9579|The laurel of her sires. 9579|To-night, upon thy brows I laid 9579|The votive wreath my hands have bound; 9579|I left it on the threshold-steps, 9579|And passed into the temple dim 9579|With other things than cared for flowers 9579|Or first-loves in its shrine. 9579|The children of the past are gone 9579|Before me; yet mine eyes behold 9579|In thee a nation still alive, 9579|Still working and of noble mind, 9579|And striving for its rights. 9579|O land of settlers! O! pride 9579|Of many-ship'd Connecticut! 9579|Thy ox-horde breaks away at times, 9579|But never yet the yoke is broken 9579|Of the Massachusetts' flag. 9579|Though winters here may bring the loss 9579|Of warriors bravely carrying arms 9579|In far and distant lands, 9579|Yet here upon the battle-field 9579|The spirit of the free shall find 9579|The spirit of our country's leader, 9579|And teach her how to die. 9579|The night is here, full dark and stormy, 9579|As when the storm was on the hill, 9579|And the storm rode over Boston; 9579|But in the night, amid the storm, 9579|The people's star shines out once more, 9579|And wakes the spirit of the hill. 9579|O sickening still of wind and sleet, 9579|Of rain and bitter rain and sleet, 9579|Of hoarse, wild storm, that calls and cries, 9579|Like the far-peals of the Metuchen, 9579|The last well-nigh in the day! 9579|But the people rise up on the hill, 9579|With banners in the air they float, 9579|And shout their blessing to the North, 9579|And hail to the rising sun. 9579|With his wild feet pounding town and tower, 9579|And his wild eyes fixed on the drifting sea, 9579|And his wild hands clenched for a storm-cloud's bursting, 9579|Like a child who little gets at in life, 9579|A storm-cloud that soon will over-break. 9579|What is his night-job, with his little pay, 9579|And little to help him keep warm? 9579|And is the dust better, he is told, 9579|When a blast from the Metuchen blows? 9579|And when the South-land blows with wind and rain, 9579|And you hear it on the far-off seas? 9579|And does he dream the storms come back again, 9579|For the gust on the Severn tugs his brow? 9579|And only the dead are angry here, 9579|When a hurricane blows off Dacor's cape, 9579|And only the graves are angry there. 9579|But God is patient, and death comes slowly; 9579|All the storm-damp will then make bright. 9579|With a breath the house stood silent once, 9579|With a faint smell of cologne came 9579|The porch doors, like two giant bales of cork, 9579|Filled all the room with odor sweet ======================================== SAMPLE 37930 ======================================== 20956|Oh! how oft have I been told of that 20956|Which shall be sung by him who would be 20956|The great world's first poet. 20956|And he who has done all to make it so 20956|Must have the world's praise; 20956|And he who has made all his way 20956|Shall have the world's love, O world's dear love,-- 20956|And this the love he must be worth. 20956|And he who hath found all its use, 20956|And whom it hath promoted more 20956|Beyond all men's mortal praise can show, 20956|Shall have the world's praise. 20956|But he who hath done much in and wrought 20956|The thing can say: "I have the world's praise," 20956|And this shall then be said by him, 20956|Who hath served it so from youth to eve, 20956|And loved it so in this his own way. 20956|And he, who hath loved it most that it 20956|Shall love him most when he hath left his home, 20956|Shall have the world's praise. 20956|And he shall be loved, and his praise, 20956|Or the world's praise, what is more, it may 20956|For be to others, like all men's, due-- 20956|For we have heard, and we shall ever hear, 20956|This sweet, mysterious thing he has done. 20956|And when he is in his grave 20956|He yet will say: "I have lived my life, 20956|And my loved soul hath come in to me, 20956|To dwell where I might have died; 20956|And, in my soul's eternal slumber, 20956|Shall I die all lorn and alone!" 20956|Oh, what an earth had I of God 20956|But mine own soul and body here! 20956|My soul would weep for me all day, 20956|And my body'd sigh for me all night. 20956|The heart of woman's nature's pride 20956|Could never well repine at such 20956|Immense happiness of mine; 20956|For all the world as well as I, 20956|Is not more happy nor what here I am. 20956|The world is full of joy to me, 20956|But all the world has joy for me 20956|Who lives at rest in this sweet breast. 20956|I am content to rest there, 20956|And I rest in peace: and in peace 20956|One love stands still, and that is thee; 20956|For peace is perfect as the rest. 20956|But in a mighty storm will I 20956|Be torn and rent and buried deep; 20956|That I be buried far from here, 20956|To a place yet brighter than my rest. 20956|I have a sweetheart in my heart; 20956|I'll stay with her, I'll stay with thee; 20956|She shall not long remain with me; 20956|For I shall change and die like her. 20956|The earth is fair and the stars are bright, 20956|But I love not them. 20956|I love the quiet forest-meadow, 20956|It is my dwelling-place; 20956|And now I will leave thee here with me, 20956|Nor longer love thee, nor be near; 20956|And in a far-off battle-field 20956|I will be born again. 20956|As the light that falleth down 20956|Among the mossy stones, 20956|Or the white clouds on the sky, 20956|Doth set the world in sight. 20956|So now that I behold thee, 20956|As my light doth be, 20956|There shines forth a new light about 20956|All things so dark and wide: 20956|Even that which seems so dark 20956|Might make a beautiful scene 20956|If I but set my face 20956|To the beautiful flowers of earth, 20956|And walk to and fro 20956|'Twixt the dark-blue bank and the bright, 20956|Till they bloom, and ripen, and float, 20956|And fall unto the ground. 20956|Then would I hide my face 20956|By the grass or by the ======================================== SAMPLE 37940 ======================================== 1229|With the old red fire on the hook, 1229|And the old red fire in the hole; 1229|And the old red Fire, he's warm and dry! 1229|And we'll all have glad sweeter times 1229|'Neath the old red fire on the hook. 1229|And my wife will sing, as she sees 1229|The old red fire on the hook, 1229|(And my wife will sing as she sees, 1229|The old red fire on the hook.) 1229|When the old flame grows white and old 1229|With the smoke o' the world away 1229|She, in years to come, may say, 1229|In words half foreign to my line, 1229|The song the old fire sings to me. 1229|And I, when dead, the goodliest place 1229|To live shall be where a child must play, 1229|And my wife may sing in the shade 1229|To the old fire about the hook. 1229|And I, when dead, the goodliest thing 1229|To live shall be a daughter's smile, 1229|When she looks on me, or on me, 1229|And a little smile that's common to me. 1229|And my wife, when she hears the word "mother," 1229|Shall but think of me, and not of life. 1229|And so when at death's door I'm brought, 1229|I shall know of it a mother's kiss 1229|From years of life, a sister's touch. 1229|And the old fire, he's warm and dry! 1229|And so a little song we'll sing 1229|Under the old red fire on the hook. 1229|When the old flame grows white and old, 1229|How long the time will seem to me, 1229|As my life slowly falls away, 1229|And all life's song is one long sigh! 1229|How long, under the old red fire, 1229|We'll dream by the old red fire, 1229|Of the little things our life used to do, 1229|When it seemed so much to us. 1229|For life is but a little span 1229|To me, and I a little span. 1229|And the old fire, he's warm and dry! 1229|And so long, in the old red fire, 1229|We'll dream by the old red fire, 1229|And the old flame shall grow white and old. 1229|There used to be a time that I loved you 1229|Like a man I could trust to your life. 1229|Then, when fate brought that which I was to be, -- 1229|Love, or an echo of love, it was there. 1229|When you were the sweet, fair thing of my choice, 1229|Love, or an echo of love, it was there. 1229|Then when the death that was coming, came, 1229|Love, or an echo of love, it was there. 1229|I shall not fear the death of my love, 1229|And I shall not remember your face, 1229|Or the beauty of your hair, when, at last, 1229|The world, too, must love us, or else love well! 1229|Or do you love me the same 1229|Who so often have betrayed you? 1229|I'll go where my love must go 1229|My life and my sorrow may part; 1229|But, as with your life, 1229|Be of thy love a shield and thrall! 1229|My own heart, like a dying infant, 1229|Hear'st thou the call of a song? 1229|Lap me in softness and shade, 1229|Set me a pillow above, -- 1229|But no touch of thee, 1229|I would die before thou shalt. 1229|No, no, if this last kiss could make thee mine! 1229|No, no more: the hour of bliss is come! 1229|Yes, yes, but oh, the last kiss I would take! 1229|Yes, yes, but oh, the last kiss I would take! 1229|Thou art my own fair idol and stone, 1229|Thy sun and earth and sky: wilt thou bid 1229|These elements and orbits meet ======================================== SAMPLE 37950 ======================================== 3698|'Tis not the blood, but the will, that gives it force; 3698|It is the will's energy--all else is a shade. 3698|"Who now," says the critic, "wishes his soul 3698|To be, and not to breathe--a mere airy thing?" 3698|The will, alas! is the chief that has the sway. 3698|Yet that it does, and even wills us thus, 3698|'Tis no wonder if we but admire it so. 3698|The will has, in a sense, its due deserts, 3698|And never at rest: but yet they serve it: 3698|And, in this last-named respect, 'tis as good, 3698|To give, as much, as it has much of worth. 3698|But the will's merits we must needs admire 3698|In all its parts together; and the reason 3698|That will and virtue are in so blended, 3698|We'd deem them linked, as closely made by Nature. 3698|So much for fictions. The real man is one 3698|Whom human life has taught to love his kind; 3698|Whom, conscious of his own goodness, on 3698|Himself lavished the best influence of sense. 3698|Nature, that never made man for himself, 3698|And never had intended but his delight, 3698|Had framed in him the moral substance of man; 3698|Wherefore he must to her delight belong, 3698|To her delight that he should wish to live; 3698|Who having once formed him with this end in view, 3698|By nature, and by nature only, love 3698|Her kind, and each of those that are her own. 3698|Who, when he perceives one sweet expression, 3698|Fashions it with all the virtues that it sheds; 3698|Who, when he can command the sweetest tongue 3698|To be his sweetest speech, to tell his joys, 3698|And do extasies of sweetness in his pains, 3698|Himself to perfect delight consigns his heart. 3698|The moral virtues are those which this world gives, 3698|And the worldly virtues are all to fall 3698|Upon him to a master whom they please. 3698|Whoe'er he is, that, being his mistress, loves, 3698|And knows himself loved, and to his mistress 3698|Dwells virtue and prudence, both of which, 3698|As nature gave them, he must ever feel. 3698|The next, the most profound, of all the virtues, 3698|And, as I have found, of the four which make 3698|The general science of mankind the one, 3698|Are justice and temperance, these good names 3698|Of virtue, which men call fame and not shame. 3698|Law, to which the gentle heart hath given 3698|The ornament which honour, without shame, 3698|May to the world, and where the law is found, 3698|Is justice. The next virtue he that loves, 3698|And he that loves without alloy of guilt, 3698|In their nature, as they each belong, both, 3698|Are temperance. The next virtue who can live 3698|With pleasure, without the love of gain, 3698|Is virtue. The last virtue is that of wit, 3698|Which, while it claims a good name in our ears 3698|And in Heaven's, seems of less fame and praise 3698|Than, like religion, 'tis a thing of sense, 3698|With what may appear, but where it never fails. 3698|But let these virtues count as no more great 3698|Than the first five; we yet leave much to do, 3698|And find our minds out of order still. We 3698|Are little worth: 'tis but an average face 3698|That you, so wise, must bow before. The first duty 3698|Is to regard you, and the next; but 'tis not 3698|What you design that will be done: It is 3698|Justice, which always must be the surest cause 3698|Of want, and reason, which must still occasion 3698|The murther of ill. It is a sad misfare 3698 ======================================== SAMPLE 37960 ======================================== 34298|"To be but a single eye for a single soul!" 34298|So spake the prophetess,--not for the world's heed 34298|Yet more at war than with itself--but bold. 34298|"My race is one,"--she said, "I have no choice; 34298|My race is one, a truth--for as one is 34298|All begotten,--from the mother I could trace 34298|Each life within the womb,--and each life rear 34298|For each of the seven,--and each a soul of me. 34298|"This is the truth," she murmured,--"this is all: 34298|I am a woman,--I am born to be loved; 34298|And as man loved, so am Love for man: 34298|To men unknown before, its light grew clear." 34298|She spoke,--then left the altar, to be seen, 34298|In that strange land unknown,--for now 'tis nought 34298|She knows to do,--no land of all her thought: 34298|The night is chill,--the twilight fain would hide 34298|Her from the earth,--but silence swallows up 34298|The lips that would its silence answer. 34298|A long, low, distant hum, 34298|As if the wings of all winged things 34298|Came, from some secret base 34298|Where all were hid, and all were unbeheld, 34298|Where there were none to hear or see,-- 34298|That sound of things that were; 34298|And all unthought of save all alike by the 34298|Thought that hath nothing in itself--by the Bliss 34298|Of the thought--which is the thought of Time;--by the 34298|Seal by which the world, and Time, and Time 34298|Are bound in one, and by the link 34298|Which is the bond that ties all things with one, 34298|From the first moment when the first soul 34298|The first eternity of Being bore, 34298|And now from that dark abyss we pass 34298|Into it and reach the prime,--the perfect 34298|Time of the perfect Being; when we pause 34298|Beneath the silence of the starry calm 34298|Which, round the end of Eternity, 34298|Shows to our first Ideal--and returns 34298|Unchangeable and unchanging. 34298|"This is the Truth--and Truth is best," 34298|She murmured--"as it is, the best: 34298|Love alone for Love is best; but Love 34298|That seeks not love, alas, cannot love: 34298|The one good Love that finds--It clasps not 34298|Aught save an ideal that it can bless! 34298|And to believe what Reason says, 34298|In Love is to believe all things, in Truth,-- 34298|Truth that must die--and Death can make it: 34298|But we the living live in joy." 34298|He turned aside, and on that holy day 34298|He took her hand, and 'midst the wild 34298|And mystic silence of the world, 34298|Sounded with his own sweet melodies: 34298|He sang of love, and taught her how 34298|To love in peace the joy she had not dreamed:-- 34298|Of Love's unconquered will, which none, 34298|All time, can undo; or make 34298|Less than it is, less than it is, 34298|The Truth that she has believed: 34298|Of Love's high laws, which make, restrain, 34298|And give, the soul to sense and sense, 34298|The soul unto the sense and sense. 34298|Then Love--O, Love, from what deep hope 34298|Art sunk so deep, and where? 34298|How have I fought thee, how defrauded thee, 34298|And wiled the long-hid soul, that had 34298|No hope but of this Love! 34298|The world can give as well as take, 34298|No hope but of this Love; 34298|And yet, while Truth must live and Truth 34298|Must die, and must obey, 34298|Where Love must yield, there Love must yield, 34298|And ======================================== SAMPLE 37970 ======================================== 29345|Where the grass is low of the year-- 29345|Where they do not know how much 29345|They fear the moon or the birds 29345|That go with the leaves again. 29345|They do not know what the birds mean 29345|Underneath the moon's soft spray,-- 29345|That the moon and the leaves are two 29345|Folding hands and silent. 29345|Underneath the moon and leaf 29345|Are a world of hidden men,-- 29345|I have found them out of sight 29345|Beneath the moon and sky. 29345|They do not know what the words 29345|Of life are that have brought us, 29345|Through what strange eyes, to their feet, 29345|And the strange feet of ghosts. 29345|They fear the moon and the leaves, 29345|And the moon and mist and cloud, 29345|For they know they should not give 29345|What they live for to us 29345|To take; but if they knew 29345|What a secret is in those 29345|Strange ways of theirs, they would tremble 29345|And tremble sometimes. 29345|I had made a word for the leaves 29345|And let it stand for me, 29345|I would give it unto them 29345|To hold them here unto me. 29345|I have found 29345|The meaning of all things and their names. 29345|I did not ask the sun 29345|To teach me his face. 29345|For all the words and all the names 29345|Were out of sight upon the leaves and the sky. 29345|One day was done, 29345|The moon was hid away from me, 29345|And when the sun, too, 29345|Had bowed his head 29345|All in a silence, I rose 29345|And found the words for one word and learned it 29345|And knew the name of the name from that. 29345|They do not know. 29345|We do not know what the words are 29345|That make their words seem so great 29345|With all their meaning and all their splendor 29345|I thought I should know all 29345|The words the wind blows; 29345|I should know and know 29345|What the air and sea and the grass are, 29345|And what the flowers grow, and what the trees are, 29345|And what the grass is, and what the sea is, 29345|And what the sky is. 29345|I thought I should do. 29345|I was glad when I found 29345|The meaning of all things and their names, 29345|Because I had found the wisdom of things. 29345|They are wise men, I know! 29345|They cannot see their own folly, that is why 29345|They cannot see the folly of other men. 29345|They see the foolishness of men 29345|And cannot tell it from the wisdom. 29345|I know what the wind is. 29345|I know what the sea is. 29345|I know what the flowers are, and what the flowers grow 29345|And what the trees grow. 29345|I know what the skies are, even and even, 29345|And all the colors of the sky. 29345|But, when I sit in my quiet room, 29345|And watch the sun go down the sky, 29345|And hear the sea-bird calling to the sky, 29345|I wonder if I know it, too, 29345|Why the sky is such as it is, and not a bit less, 29345|And the wind is as it ever will be, 29345|And the sun is as it always will be. 29345|I know all these things, 29345|Yet I am not content 29345|With them. I must hold fast 29345|To one thing in my soul,-- 29345|The light that comes to me before the day is done, 29345|The light that comes to me as the world goes by. 29345|The night that comes at last 29345|With its awful breath 29345|Of the dark that is to be, 29345|Is the thing that I would not have come to me. 29345|I would have stayed in bed or gone to sleep out here-- 29345|But the night is only ever ======================================== SAMPLE 37980 ======================================== 4253|The great God's son--and the devil!" 4253|The good Lord John, he was thinking--"Is he 4253|Still going to be a Christian, or is he 4253|Coming on the horns of the problem?" 4253|"Nay, not so fast," replied the man then 4253|Went back to his work, "but I must tell 4253|My tale, for no other comes to-day, 4253|No, nor any day shall, when I say, 4253|'The man of God's house here was found.'" 4253|"Nay, he is not there," the old man replied, 4253|The old man, and the man who was telling, 4253|Laughing, and holding their laugh within 4253|Their two hearts like a double-barrelled joke, 4253|Went up to the place of execution. 4253|The Lord John went not there of all men 4253|To sit in the great House of Judgment, 4253|Instead on a scaffold, he sees 4253|Crowds of men with swords thrust in their hands, 4253|And in the midst of this loud acclaim 4253|No lordly body there, in shining vesture, 4253|But but the servant's shadow in front 4253|Of a grey stone lying on the ground. 4253|"There are now in the Lord's house nowise here 4253|Sufficient people of the human kind 4253|To fill with great uproar and commotion, 4253|And this their great and solemn ceremony, 4253|And to the great and awful Council Lord 4253|They come--O the noise is terrible!-- 4253|They come to break the cruel laws 4253|Of the Pharisees, and to deliver us 4253|From the awful laws, 4253|To do the Father's will, 4253|The Father great! 4253|"And will there be in Heaven, then, any one 4253|Left bitter for having seen these men?" 4253|Old Abel answered. "Not one, but two, 4253|A great and bitter soul there is 4253|Now in the Lord: 4253|And that is we the two of old, Abel 4253|And his son, Jonathan--Jonathan-- 4253|Jonathan, this is an age 4253|Bereft of him, I ween; and now hath been 4253|All but a great and solemn old man 4253|Hath laid his age; 4253|There is no longer age in him. 4253|"He, in his fleshly flesh no more 4253|Hath life, nor any age does he have; 4253|Death hath not he, for he is dead, 4253|Unlives, and lives no longer now 4253|In the Lord's house; 4253|In the Lord's great house-- 4253|Dead! He saw it--he did--he did. 4253|The angel's voice did it: 4253|It was a sign from Heaven 4253|To him the old man drew-- 4253|Gave him a token, gave 4253|The word he must deliver. 4253|'I saw a great man at a great price 4253|Coming with a great price of gold-- 4253|Gold to the great heart of him: 4253|O glory of God,' 4253|It said, and he was there. 4253|"Now, that's all the rest of the tale. If 4253|You know what I know, it is the truth. 4253|So now, I hope you'll kindly read." 4253|Then, having set himself quite at ease, 4253|He continued:-- 4253|"Now, as I have got your word of honour 4253|I'll put you in your place 4253|Here, this is the sign of the man I want; 4253|That's the man for me. 4253|This is the man you've appointed: 4253|I'm ready! 4253|The great Lord Lord of all in Heaven, 4253|You'll give me now your word 4253|I'll do it, or you'll leave me not. 4253|We'll be friends, and all that sort of thing-- 4253|That friend, when friends are made-- 4253|I like that--this is all business. ======================================== SAMPLE 37990 ======================================== 13983|In his native land alone. 13983|"I, sir," answered the king, 13983|"Am here to visit thee 13983|On thy father's grave. 13983|So thou'lt see that relics fair 13983|Which thy father left, 13983|For the poor and lowly still, 13983|For the friends and kinsmen dear." 13983|Then in the king's hand 13983|This golden chain he brought, 13983|Which was as large, 13983|With all his own requisites, 13983|As the old and faithful rood. 13983|King Marsilies went there, 13983|And from this chain 13983|The king asked thus his way;-- 13983|"Behold, thou great 13983|And glorious prince, 13983|My son--my royal heir, 13983|Who is the greatest of the twain; 13983|The other must be thine, 13983|With all his realm 13983|At thy side. 13983|"The king's son thou hast won, 13983|A noble race! 13983|The scepter he must try, 13983|Thou cannot wrong." 13983|The scepter he must try. 13983|King Marsilies goes hence, 13983|And in the court of Montezume,-- 13983|The palace and abode of kings 13983|He stays, a stranger there; 13983|To his own country he returns 13983|And begins his life anew;-- 13983|But in the court of Montezume 13983|The sceptre and crown he takes, 13983|And in that court itself, 13983|Where never a king appeared. 13983|The scepter and crown he takes, 13983|And in the court of Montezume 13983|The king is forced to yield them all. 13983|The king, who nevermore 13983|Beheld the face of day, 13983|Is forced to be by night. 13983|"If thou art come to me," 13983|The old man cried in wrath, 13983|"Take, take the crown away; 13983|'Tis neither good nor ill 13983|That I am now thy king. 13983|"If thou art come to me, 13983|And wilt not take away 13983|The sceptre from this hand, 13983|Take thou the sceptre away; 13983|'Tis both my faith and prayer." 13983|King Marsilies replies: 13983|"This is my sceptre too, 13983|Long have I sought this land! 13983|What, shall I never take the sceptre away, 13983|Or never take the sceptre from this hand?" 13983|The old man rose in wrath 13983|And answered him again: 13983|"That I am not thou 13983|That to thy kingdom goest hence 13983|Is the crown that thou gavest 13983|To her who gave it thee." 13983|As the fire leaps up, 13983|When the heat drives home the smell of the ashes, 13983|As the old man, furious, and with the fire 13983|Pursued his bold fugitive away, 13983|So forth went old and young together, 13983|The shepherd accompanied his sheep, 13983|While the good king with grief and irritation 13983|O'er his half-buried treasures pondered. 13983|But a dog pursued him still 13983|And a hen pursued a wild goose; 13983|And the dog, at home, barked at him as he lay, 13983|And the hen, home, barked at the goose! 13983|The shepherd and her flock stood wondering 13983|When he grew so hungry and ill-starred in his clothing. 13983|The old man, while the shepherd to pray 13983|For a little food, sat long in his chair. 13983|At last, when the holy prayer was duly made, ======================================== SAMPLE 38000 ======================================== 2620|Till he finds his life's work done, 2620|In the very place I left him. 2620|So there you are, dear thing, 2620|As the water is; 2620|What you say does seem to be so true: 2620|But you'll be better, if you'll be still sweet, 2620|Your little mouth will not cease to weep 2620|Until you've shaken hands with sorrow. 2620|Dear heart, you cannot know 2620|As I have heard people say 2620|That a face should be immortal; 2620|There's one I loathe to think so, 2620|And I hate him so,-- 2620|I am sorry--so sorry--so sorry! 2620|The last time I walked in that dim church 2620|I stood in the little porch 2620|And gazed at the dome, white as a swan 2620|Over the snowy sky; 2620|And I said, "I must go to bed, 2620|As it is sad to go to bed 2620|When there's nothing to do." 2620|But when I walked back to my house-- 2620|Still dimmy as before-- 2620|I saw old brick chimneys rise, 2620|Like old grey churchyards in a dream; 2620|And all the windows where they seemed 2620|To look out over the town 2620|Thoughtfully,--the window that showed 2620|The last rose-tint of the east, 2620|And the door with its shutters shut 2620|For ever and ever more. 2620|You ask me: "How come nothing grows 2620|Till nothing dies?"--I answer: "I, 2620|When life's at the height, and light's at flow, 2620|Shall see the leaves on the tree-tops fade,-- 2620|As I see now the rose-tint fade." 2620|And when the height is reached, and the flow's 2620|Falling off in cold disdain, 2620|And in the heart of the rose-tint set, 2620|And the face no more I see, 2620|And the face that once I fancied white 2620|Is whitened out and black, 2620|"How come nothing dies?"--I answer: "I, 2620|When sorrow's fierce pursuit is o'er, 2620|And hope's at peace with life, 2620|Shall see the leaves on the tree-tops fade 2620|As they faded long ago." 2620|So come it is that to this house, 2620|Which I so late did leave, 2620|And by whose little porch I pass'd 2620|From earthly breast to soul, 2620|What griefs and what pleasures then 2620|Went by in mingled showers! 2620|That to the heart of her that sate 2620|Of me, or to her young, 2620|Joy breathed, or sorrow gave delight, 2620|In my sad heart's hour of need. 2620|Then how could I forget the pain, 2620|The darkness of the hour, 2620|The sighs that had so much withstood, 2620|The tears that came to light! 2620|But through this chamber, by that door, 2620|Which angels on each hand 2620|Keep pointed out for pilgrims' eyes 2620|To enter whate'er they will, 2620|I saw her face once bright with joy, 2620|And rapture of delight. 2620|And by her side that entered me-- 2620|The flower-like form of her-- 2620|Was Him whom she had served devoutly 2620|In the high church for years, 2620|Her husband, bruised, bleeding, bleeding, 2620|To God more dear than life. 2620|And the voice that in those gray hairs 2620|Now sang in my memory 2620|Came when she welcomed me to heaven, 2620|And I remember--ah, so remember! 2620|The night is on the wintry sea; 2620|The stars are low and pale above; 2620|Like storm-spent logs the clouds are reddening, 2620|And storm-worn winds are howling in the hills. 2620|Dark o'er the earth like restless ships 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 38010 ======================================== 20|In the thickest atmosphere which breathes 20|Can life without heat or moisture dwell, 20|Or water retain much moisture there? 20|What pond or shallow, what dry or moist, 20|But in perpetual war with each other 20|Discordant opposition endeavoureth 20|His awful work, by whose aid opposed, 20|The strong against the strong is overcome, 20|The strong against nature's forces overcome. 20|Therefore by conflict fraught with death profound 20|His work is accomplished where thou sittest, 20|And what thou seest the earth unrivall'd 20|Will thank thee, having lost possession 20|Of her last living son, who for the sake 20|Of thee and thee alone is lost. And now 20|As from the dawn, or that in wake of morn, 20|When first the motions of the molten moon 20|Are given forth which govern the solar fire, 20|First moves the sun, then lines 1 and 2 from sun 20|The stars; then plunging down declines the star 20|Nearest the earth, in gradation past and near; 20|Till in their alternations one accord 20|Through all the distant scope of earth and sky; 20|Till in the axis just beneath the sun 20|Two opposing lines are joined, and under this 20|Conjoined the sun and his sublimer guide 20|The moon, and the stars follow as a light 20|First flickering, and then reflecting bright; 20|For so the primal Harmony intends 20|Together to incline each world, as one 20|Body to the Seed that was in Samaria. 20|Therefore the moon obeys the sun as none 20|But the archer under sun-beam throws her dart; 20|Both rolling in th' ethereal mirror force, 20|In which they pool or fall as th' occasion will. 20|So Jove to mark his wives advances 20|With brother stern, at Tithonus and Jove 20|Their sister with the sons of Saturn: one 20|Sleepless, and rolling deep her eyes of night; 20|Whose head yet never more her pillowwreathed bed 20|Welcomed, save by intermental sleep; on whose 20|Downcast cheek life's milder bloom was not shed o'er, 20|But chilling cold, as on the wolf asleep; 20|Whose lip was pale, whose voice was morose and still, 20|Who early shunn'd his Bride's embraces sweet, 20|And preferred to die the noblest end of life 20|A paltry death at Hector's victorious hand; 20|A man so mean, whose praise was yet too much 20|For that inflexible spirit of absolute 20|Power whose commands at once all obedience own. 20|Now rise, ye seven, and make your nightly ramp, 20|Bear up our God, our fardel, and our Law: 20|His will be done, as He hath will'd it. O'er us 20|We cast a mournful awe; our hearts we rock, 20|Our eyes are on the solid world set on a rock, 20|All trembling at the fear of alien world, 20|Alien to us who walk here on this rock. 20|So, when night, all helpless in her sternest space, 20|Shall bring soft morrow to each lonely heart, 20|She from her casque shall drop the mortal seal 20|Of lifeless flesh, and deadlier than the grave, 20|Loosed from the death it held within, that stirr'd 20|The living creature, dead to all beside, 20|Shall come to claim her own from out the sea 20|Of life that knows no end, and earth that swarms 20|With life, yea more than life; and with her rush 20|Shall hope and fear and sorrow to its close, 20|And each separate form of darkness pass. 20|So shall the world be chang'd, and each form change 20|To meet each other, while these limbs last; 20|But death, that death alike, shall claim our lives 20|And each shall claim its part in the same heap. 20|Whence first it came, and what the cause which bound 20|Each body to the rest: each labouring for breath 20|In that dread sternness, with futile effort sent 20|The vital spirit to some warmer sphere, 20|Where it may breathe and live once more; no such cure ======================================== SAMPLE 38020 ======================================== 18238|And my soul was lightned with joy; 18238|They were my kindred, 18238|And they were my friends. 18238|They took no sordid joys, 18238|They wore no show'rs of ease; 18238|They knew that they walked in God's ways,-- 18238|Not in the snares of worldly fame; 18238|They knew that at time of need 18238|They should not lie down in the dust 18238|Nor be cast out by fickleness-- 18238|But that the way was steep and rough, 18238|And they would stay to pray; 18238|That all must needs be through agony 18238|If it were on the track of truth, 18238|And that the joy of life was not 18238|A glitter on the pathway of sorrow, 18238|But in the journey of peace. 18238|And all their days they prayed; 18238|Every summer night they prayed, 18238|And every autumn night they prayed, 18238|In a still room in the silence, 18238|When the sky was blue and starry, 18238|And the air was still. 18238|With a sound of things undone, 18238|And a sound of things before, 18238|We were coming through Life's drear night; 18238|And we were coming bravely on 18238|To the end. 18238|We were coming through Life's deep morn, 18238|With heart and soul that dared, 18238|Till we came to a gate that opened wide, 18238|And a waiting gatekeeper, 18238|With eyes of flame and hair of smoke, 18238|And lips so white and red. 18238|And he smiled, and he looked, and he said, 18238|"Good-night, good-night," and he passed, 18238|But we kept our keep-winged flight; 18238|We kept our path, and we made it clear, 18238|With a sound of the World's voice, 18238|And a sudden fear in the voice of the North, 18238|And a voice that sang of all. 18238|We flew, and we soared, and we faced, 18238|And we faced with a will, 18238|But we kept our keep-winged flight; 18238|We kept the pathway clear. 18238|And we flew and we soared till Death, 18238|All unseen and naught, 18238|Hid his long black arm, one white arm strong; 18238|And all our flight on the pathway was made 18238|By the World's voice, and the World's voice was God; 18238|And our flight and our flight were made clear 18238|By the World's voice, and the World's voice was ours; 18238|And death seemed but death, and we went clear, 18238|Till we came to the gate we knew, 18238|And the gatekeeper turned down with a nod. 18238|We passed. We passed to the left, 18238|And we passed to the right; 18238|We flew to the right, and to the left, 18238|As a lark in the blue; 18238|But we knew our dear pathway. We flew it, clear, 18238|For a sign in the wind, as we passed. 18238|We passed. We passed to the left, 18238|And we passed to the right, 18238|To a wide and starry sky; 18238|And we flew to the right, and the right, and the right, 18238|As a bird on the wing; 18238|But we knew our dear pathway. We followed it clear, 18238|Through the shadows of night. 18238|And we flew to the right, and to the left, 18238|To win that far-off goal; 18238|But the sun came out, and the sun came out, clear, 18238|Till we came to the gate-way aglow, 18238|And the gate-keeper shook his head and said, 18238|"My Gatekeeper," and threw it far. 18238|We flew. We flew, and we flew, clear, 18238|To come to that far-off goal. 18238|The gate-keeper stopped us, but said, "My son, 18238|"He is far on the road, ======================================== SAMPLE 38030 ======================================== 1280|You'll find us. 1280|Heavens! what shall be done with him? 1280|My friend, it is a sad affair. 1280|Our man, the woman, 1280|Who married our boy, 1280|Is all of us in heaven, 1280|And he's damned in hell. 1280|WHEN I was just a little man 1280|Sitting in factory windows, 1280|For a glimpse of the sky, 1280|For a glimpse of the sun, 1280|I'd sit and dream and dream 1280|Of glory on the hillside, 1280|Where the clouds were blue, 1280|And the wind was wild and wild 1280|As the ocean waves 1280|And the sky was ever blue 1280|And the colors of the sky, 1280|Raindrops and glistening stars: 1280|O I'd laugh with glee, then, 1280|Watching the clouds go by, 1280|And the hills ahead, with groans 1280|And the winds that sped. 1280|Oh, the world grew glorious 1280|With the dreams of my boyhood 1280|And the glory of God! 1280|For I loved to sit and watch it, 1280|With my face turned ever 1280|On the hilltop, whence I saw 1280|The glory of God. 1280|I AM a pilgrim from the days that have passed, 1280|A pilgrim from the lands of the morning, 1280|A pilgrim now from the lands of the night, 1280|Beyond the clouds where the mountains are blue 1280|To the lands of the purple and green fields 1280|I am a pilgrim from the land of the dawn 1280|To the land of the evening sun 1280|I am a pilgrim now in search of a shrine 1280|And, a little while later, I find there 1280|My body, the tomb of a man. 1280|HE was never a king or a petty king, 1280|He was never a king of a conquering army, 1280|He was never a king of a conquering army 1280|Nor one who had ruled with power and might, 1280|But for one night, who had never known 1280|The weight of a king, a king for a night, 1280|He was never a king, 1280|With his name upon his lips. 1280|He was always the little boy who played on a swing, 1280|His name upon his lips, 1280|He rose on a swing. 1280|I was a little child and he was a king 1280|In many matters, and he was not rich or poor, 1280|But he sat at the high table in Kingsborough Hall, 1280|A king the last in the little town, 1280|And I thought of the joys and the sorrows of life 1280|And I put away my pipe and put away all my things, 1280|But I will not forget that I too was a king. 1280|And then I was a little king, again, 1280|Again as king: 1280|And the people who stood at the gates of our town 1280|And watched me ride like a king, 1280|Grew to be rich, and the people I led at home 1280|Were happy like me, 1280|And I walked among them and I strove with them, 1280|But I shall not forget that I was king. 1280|I WAS a king in the palace halls until I heard 1280|A loud shriek and I knew that an army of men 1280|Was passing through the court, marching away, and my 1280|Thief took fright and fled, but I turned out just 1280|A little aside and watched them marching by. 1280|And I knew they were marching in the daybreak again. 1280|I WAS a little child and he, the king, who was old, 1280|He said, "There's a King's march to my door!" 1280|And I went to his chamber for to watch him; 1280|But he was busy with other things in his head 1280|Than watching me, 1280|For out of his eyes in the darkness rolled 1280|The vision of the throne of my child, 1280|Which never was there before 1280| ======================================== SAMPLE 38040 ======================================== 715|In her face, I swear, 715|All that you're fond of is lost, 715|Like an empty picture, 715|And I don't believe in such 715|Strange old fen-fires! 715|As I left her for the first time 715|I thought I should have a heart for only one. 715|But when I came back, all things but one 715|Was left to make me happy. Her face-- 715|A dimpled smile with magic-light at its edge-- 715|Her eyes, so small--darker than a wish. 715|And, oh, her neck and hand! 715|So much of love, so many a smile, 715|A sweet caress, a clasp and song-bird-strike, 715|And never a fault, and always the one love wound. 715|She's so sweet she's half of Heaven to me, 715|She's half of Hell to you. 715|She's Heaven in pillows, 715|Hell in curls, 715|She's both bed and cradle, 715|And if to have her 715|You are poor, 715|You've naught to do but pray. 715|I knew that you would come, and now 715|My heart would break if I but knew 715|You'd come for aught of that, for my mind 715|Is set on one only, and to feel 715|A second, sure of nothing short, 715|Is quite as good for a heaven or hell. 715|The sun is setting. You have gone 715|Unto the sea, the grey seas that lie 715|In solemn emptiness between. 715|The sun is setting. 715|When life is done 715|As all men have done, 715|We turn to watch the sunset glow, 715|As men in days gone by did. 715|When all men are at rest, 715|What then remains for me? 715|And there's a thing that we dare not speak 715|When man is at his fit: 715|It's when his friends have gone from us, 715|And the pale world goes. 715|When all men have forgotten us, 715|And our own hearts go as well, 715|And we turn to watch the sunset 715|As they turned to weep. 715|I do not say that you are going 715|To wait upon the dead, 715|But I shall not forget you, 715|Lest I forget the day. 715|What's here is beauty, 715|And what's there is 715|But the morning dews 715|That fell upon the world, 715|And the day's sweet fire, 715|And you and I, 715|I and you, 715|And what else is there 715|That we found 715|Without the name? 715|The air I breathe is not air 715|At all the sea or sun, or moon, 715|But like a song it's poured 715|To a strange star, and then 715|It fades. 715|What need has Memory 715|For the things that we have left? 715|The leaves of yesterday 715|Are in the grass at this very hour, 715|And you and I,-- 715|I and you, 715|And what else is there? 715|I have a dream of kings that never has ceased, 715|Kingdoms and kings, and their hair and splendour; 715|I dream them when I wake, and so I dream 715|That never again will I be king of dreams. 715|I have a vision of the things I shall be, 715|A king to make and to own, a warrior, 715|A builder and an owner of towers, 715|And a builder that knows not the gods, 715|I have a dream of that long-lost island 715|That, far from any earthly land, 715|Seems as a home between the earth and sea, 715|Where the young boy's soul would find her even- 715|When I am grown and old, 715|We shall not meet; 715| ======================================== SAMPLE 38050 ======================================== 24269|But I, that he may hear, at once will go 24269|Among the foremost leaders of the Greeks, 24269|Whom when, he thus addresses them: 24269|"O Eumæus! noble chiefs, and ye 24269|Who rule in Lycia! and also ye 24269|The followers of the Ocean-child, the God 24269|Mars, and Aurora-god, and Vulcan, grant 24269|Such be my zeal that he whose name is Might, 24269|My master, will give us to a bed 24269|For mutual succour. But now, and soon. 24269|So shall the time of our parting speed. 24269|Go then with me. I will not seek repose, 24269|When once again I come, till I am nigh, 24269|Or till the Ocean-child I find. 24269|He said, and vanish'd from my sight. Then, I 24269|Forthwith to the bower and the porch, with 24269|The young men undismayed in order throng'd, 24269|Went forth; there all undaunted met my way. 24269|I saw the Ocean-child, the God 24269|Mars, and the Aurora-god, and Vulcan 24269|Hiding themselves in nooks in wait, intent 24269|On ambushment. Soon my sight, I say, 24269|Not from afar but very nigh they saw, 24269|Whence then from far I thus began me to pray. 24269|Ye Gods! if, ye have dealt fairly with me, 24269|And have requited me with a bed, at last 24269|Re-enter, and enjoy content and ease; 24269|But if ye leave me homeless, destitute 24269|And with a stranger's couch at length condemn'd, 24269|Have pity, O ye gates of heav'n, on me! 24269|For no friend ever living, now or dead, 24269|Would to my wretched bed induce me to stay. 24269|But he who hath a willing husband borne, 24269|I will return again to Lycia's isle. 24269|So saying, from without I sent my boy 24269|My voice to the ocean-host, to all 24269|Initiative, persuasive as thou art, 24269|That, while the seer, the Ocean-child, the God 24269|Mars, and the Aurora-god, and Vulcan 24269|Ense with the herald blaz'd forth with my speech. 24269|Meantime they, coming to the cave, found me there 24269|Possess'd, with eager tidings of my return 24269|To Lycia. They perceived me at the gate, 24269|And in triumph hither flew our barks, 24269|And entering, found me close embrac'd, 24269|And thus, I led my barks, though many a barque 24269|In wait to bear me thence, was ordered off 24269|At their command. Thus, my oars, as now 24269|I sit, in presence of the Gods, their will 24269|Perform to my desire, that I may reach 24269|Lycia at earliest break of day. But he, 24269|Achilles! whose word we well may trust, 24269|Hath now himself at hand to help us, and, 24269|To-morrow, when arrive'd, shall show us out 24269|How here we may embrace and harbour safe, 24269|Our barks at his command. But, all in sport, 24269|The Gods will make the task a joyous one 24269|To each, and, when they have me oar'd, the crew 24269|Shall to my hospitable shores return'd, 24269|That here I am, to dwell forever here. 24269|Then gave I order that all things should go 24269|Forthwith to their proper course, the way 24269|In hand, at home. I sent abroad my barks 24269|With anxious prayers, my noble friend, to Neptune, 24269|And to the other Gods; they, when they heard 24269|My prayers, directed them to bring me safe 24269|To Lycia, but my sire and I remain'd. 24269|I also sent a herald thro' the Ward 24269|Of many a gallant bark, and I essay'd 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 38060 ======================================== 1745|To him their native land shall seem a forsook 1745|and desert land. Who there shall tell 1745|His tribe sprung forth from France or from Germany? 1745|Or how from Scythian Karl the Scythia call 1745|Their country? them shall Orduino's thick-leaved 1745|Scythians with the Druids and the Ganges flood 1745|Her fruitful fields. Or from that vale whereon 1745|He lived the King of all his People fell, 1745|Sicilia, and now by Po riding peace 1745|To all that mortal breath can strain or shape, 1745|In dreadful wrath, and did his Country wrong, 1745|And in that Country lived the Frenchmen bold, 1745|And still with peace his loving heart did burn, 1745|As to a common foe he had not found 1745|So just defence in either strength or skill, 1745|But close on that day he fell, and there was left 1745|A vast and unmeasured waste that turned 1745|To man's seduction all the soil aside. 1745|Nor was this all: Heaven's vengeance fell on those 1745|Most active in their enterprise; and all 1745|Those restlessness and slaughter who went up 1745|With Halbert against the King, and died 1745|By his or Karl's order on the Scottish side; 1745|And him who with us fought against the foe 1745|With ten times ten thousand arms against one; 1745|And him who with us struggled to retain 1745|The wreath which France had given for her second son, 1745|And him whose second Son defended from fall 1745|Of ruinous precipices the world. 1745|And him who him whose second Munition wrought 1745|Mischief without bruising, and at cost 1745|Athwart the dark Embankment fled with wounds 1745|Insacenting; him whom on the plain below 1745|Myriads fell also, and me by numbers last 1745|Lost amid the throng, while yet we had hope 1745|To save our cause, and foremost against the odds 1745|Aiming to drag him by the heel. This fight, 1745|So strange and strongly fought by us, won us 1745|With all our strength, and on our way we came 1745|To mingle with the conquered Nation; her 1745|We left, and her we left to be for ever ours, 1745|Nor strove to wrest her dominion from us. 1745|So spake the lofty Ambrosial King, 1745|And on our way besought us to behold 1745|Our work together; but that caution vain 1745|Would we put on, for he who willingly 1745|Would work his will, and not be driven by it 1745|So far, but strikes it with firm hand and clear 1745|Speech, saw we fair Mamasican land, we came 1745|To Mantua, where the sacred stream ran, 1745|Rushing with many a stretch of side from end 1745|To end, wherefrom from ancient times spring men 1745|To whom their soil with mingled vintage lies, 1745|Ripe and compact. Meantime our oarsmen's wains, 1745|Swallowed us in the current of that riv'let 1745|Which Latium received from Varus, when first 1745|The House of Peleus re-comb'd the tow'ring wood, 1745|And from the Tiber, that (was it not?) head 1745|Of many a river tow'rds the East, and one, 1745|Molemenian, full-orb'd with milk-white gleemen streams, 1745|Coy lie witness'd, and each wallow'd oar that day 1745|Rippled in the current. As we moved along, 1745|A wild herd approach'd at our coming, from afar 1745|Descending among the stream-receding surf, 1745|Whose wave in haste no rudder drives, but draws 1745|In measure, tacking tow'rds the North and laughs 1745|With gale that curls the seaward side, when gains 1745|The South, ere the warm South-winds whirl its stream. 1745|Upon the nose the Goddess, leaning now 1745|The rudder, ======================================== SAMPLE 38070 ======================================== 615|That all men might have aid, but not one shall be 615|By thee seized with envy, or by them who blame 615|Thee for the beauty of thy spouse, that she 615|May seem to thee more fair than she is worth. 615|"You to that wife, who, as 'tis, so well 615|Hath held this maiden, you her so far have led 615|That, having to each other's charge been strait, 615|Now both will be in one, and (as to you 615|It is more meet) you will be his, while dead." 615|These words and others which their mutual hate 615|Upon each other set, they would at length 615|Asunder rend asunder in mid breast, 615|Such cause they had for jealousy, and hate. 615|While yet he speaks, their mutual fury boils; 615|And, with such furious swell, so ill appalls 615|The man in whom that power is rife and rife, 615|That he no more their anger could assuage, 615|Until the wound in which he bears is sore. 615|To him that man, from whom such fury springs, 615|Who makes that fury go? he will not stay 615|Nor rest, till he his brother sees appear 615|To him in whom that fury is possest. 615|As some one to whom he holds a guerdon pays, 615|Saying, "I am not to that man possest," 615|Is weary, and will not in his bed abide, 615|And for no other cause than that he can, 615|Through want of his obligeors will resort, 615|So in the palace all the lovers' good will 615|To Baliretto, against her brother stirred; 615|And in an instant would a thousand arms prepare 615|Against the dame, had she not the damsel fled. 615|To her the gentle stranger made appeal; 615|For good or evil, he so well could fight, 615|His purpose good, and what was best to do, 615|Might well with her compare herself to find. 615|"Alas!" she said, "what power, what hope I see! 615|What will I more hereafter? what more wear? 615|What means to force my brother, how to bear 615|What will not he? or whither will he steer, 615|Thenceforth what ever remains to me! 615|"And I shall ne'er be goodlier than I was, 615|Or less so poor, for love or pity's sake; 615|Nor yet will he who loved me of my woe 615|To me be vilified, nor any other 615|Than she, my rival, the most gentle queen, 615|Will make to vex me more, or more endure. 615|"So great my merit, I could have foregone 615|All that is just, in seeking my delight: 615|But this I will not, nor to any one, 615|Who is not worthy, forego the feat. 615|But I will ever be the first in place 615|And honour, when so he has taken me: 615|And what shall further in my behalf attend 615|Or remedy my sorrow, let him try. 615|"He has two brethren; and, for her sake, 615|My sisters, who with him abide, I say; 615|Whereof my father has a thousand groans, 615|That of his children he shall bereave, in pain, 615|If such ensues his wrath and hate, that he 615|With his own heart never more will be. 615|And I, as well, I pray, for my own part 615|That you, your dear sister, and your bride, 615|Be taken into this my bosom, where 615|I, to relieve you, would have many a tear." 615|She scarce had said, ere the next day's sight 615|Of her beloved brother turned her eye; 615|And when the other dame, whose wooing dower 615|She had in secret witnessed with delight, 615|Was by the warrior in her bosom laid, 615|She left the castle, and in distant land 615|Returned, at her first residence, where 615|The good Marphisa, in a humble shape, 615|Lay in the city of the Moorish crew. 615|For there she had, in the king's without, 615|Cajoled and beguiled ======================================== SAMPLE 38080 ======================================== 4332|And if we cannot do it, 4332|We are not able to live. 4332|He will not say whether I am wise or not, 4332|But with his eyes of blue I am sure to see 4332|That he is listening to the sound of my word; 4332|And if I fail in my purpose, he will surely care. 4332|He will not blame me when I lose myself 4332|In empty joys--in passion--in fear or shame. 4332|I know what it is to be alone 4332|With the foolish thoughts that only are dreams. 4332|I know that the heart is but a stone, 4332|That there are others far nobler to be had, 4332|And they have more to live and have more to give. 4332|I do not care what others think. 4332|I care what they think, and all that they say. 4332|I will not ask what they say; 4332|They will not think that I care. 4332|I care what they think; 4332|I do not care what they say; 4332|Yet if they think that I should not live, 4332|They will not think that I are wise. 4332|I have no word for what they say 4332|Of all the wise people and the true. 4332|They say: "She is smart; if you had lived much younger, 4332|You would have loved her--at least as much as I-- 4332|And that would have been worth living for." 4332|They say: "She is fair; if you were married forty years younger 4332|You would have loved her more than I--" 4332|I say: "Perhaps as old as you are, 4332|But you will never find what I do think there." 4332|And if they say: "She is kind; if you could give her more of whom 4332|You would not be jealous of anyone else" 4332|I say: "How can I give her what she wants? 4332|I am not half rich enough to give what she wants." 4332|If I had lived when I was young, 4332|I might have said: "Woman, I say 4332|If you have got something which you wish to give." 4332|When we were little, some one said: 4332|"They are going to get up one day." 4332|I did not answer; I was still 4332|A child; but when I grew up grown, 4332|And the thought came--"Have you heard of this?"-- 4332|I said: "If I did, what would be my end?" 4332|I am not sure whether life is good 4332|And love is bitter, 4332|Or whether it is all so good 4332|If you are waiting, 4332|When I am waiting-- 4332|Till you come. 4332|When I watch by the door 4332|Of the world-old inn, 4332|Which stands alone and dim 4332|And lonely amid trees 4332|And the old white walls, 4332|And the old white walls, 4332|And the wistful ghosts 4332|Of the days and the lights, 4332|I see the ghosts of joy 4332|And fear the ghosts of fear. 4332|When you come, and the doors 4332|Shut, and the lights go out, 4332|I see your face grow sad, 4332|As a woman made sad 4332|By the death of a lover 4332|Before his door. 4332|I feel your hand creep up 4332|To my arm, and I feel 4332|You stand by the door. 4332|I know what it is, when she stands in the doorway 4332|And you go in for the first time, you must speak softly 4332|And say only the name of your sweetheart's maiden name . . . 4332|Then she will look up at you and look into your face, 4332|And you will not say it again for the rest of your life . . . 4332|And I will have no peace until the day when she has gone . . 4332|As I watch by the door 4332|Where my sweetheart's mother stood, 4332|I do not think on my own past years and fears, ======================================== SAMPLE 38090 ======================================== 1365|Was not the chiefest among the heroes. 1365|The rest, who were with him on the day 1365|Of the battle of Aganippe, 1365|Were the two bold Chians, and one of their 1365|Were Ormuz, and another of Zubair 1365|By the same eye, while they are here with him! 1365|And this I say to you, to the end of time, 1365|Beasts, that have eyes, will see their own eyes, 1365|And birds of the air, their own sweethearts, 1365|And fishes of the sea, will see their own fishes. 1365|Beasts that have feet, will feel their own feet, 1365|And birds and fishes of the air will feel them, 1365|And men will feel at last, the long, long time, 1365|The pain of losing their long, long love. 1365|Heaven grant to thee, O man beloved! 1365|To make thy father's eyes of mine again, 1365|And to redeem my faith, which was lost 1365|Underneath the palm-trees, where it died 1365|With the sweet life it lost from thee! 1365|So the sweet life returned, so came 1365|Forth from the dark of Sestos to me; 1365|And many times and oft since then we walked 1365|Together under the palm-trees, 1365|And I would have passed to him the sun, 1365|To be with him in my heart no more. 1365|I would go with thee to sea again, 1365|Under the sail, under sail. 1365|In the sun's full course, in the wind's still voice 1365|I would go with thee to sea again, 1365|Under sail, under sail. 1365|I would leave thee the old homestead here, 1365|Where thou and thy sisters were bough'len; 1365|The sweet-smelling corn would freshen yet 1365|Under my hand in the sweet sun; 1365|And the cows would nurse their young ones sad 1365|Under the shade of the apple-tree, 1365|And I would go with thee, on white feet, away, 1365|Under sail, under sail. 1365|I would leave thee this little room, 1365|With the dead white walls so thickly set, 1365|And the grey old oriel window that stands, 1365|As the temple of one God begun, 1365|Under the palm-trees, whereon still hang 1365|The black and white crosses of the Cross, 1365|And the sweet angelic chant they chant 1365|Over and over again! 1365|I would give myself for once, only once, 1365|And lay me down by thee, for thee, there, 1365|Under sail, under sail. 1365|The old love's memory still keeps within my heart 1365|The memory of a smile, a touch, a glance, 1365|And how they haunt me in the night, when rest is near, 1365|Even as the shadows in the temple. 1365|How strange thy voice! I do not recognize a sound 1365|There or in any of my waking dreams, 1365|Save where the shadows cast a spell, at break of day, 1365|And the night-wind in my ears is fain to sing 1365|A tale of love whose language is not human; 1365|And now I seem to feel the presence of the Past, 1365|As we three stood a moment yet, before 1365|The door of the little house that was our birth; 1365|And he, the poet, seemed to think on thee alone, 1365|And droopt awhile, and drooped again and smiled. 1365|Weep no more, my friend! 1365|Weep not for the dead,-- 1365|The dead, those dead 1365|In the world below! 1365|O'er them, and their tomb, 1365|The night-bird pours 1365|Her mournful song, 1365|And the star of midnight 1365|Sits weeping by. 1365|No more to mourner, 1365|Forlorn, shall 1365|My voice be heard; 1365|No more from bard of thine ======================================== SAMPLE 38100 ======================================== 4697|A wreath of rose and rue, 4697|And lilies and lily-white, 4697|And all the roses were there, 4697|A-closing up! 4697|But all I know is, 4697|From the moment I look in 4697|Upon the little page 4697|For me to see, 4697|I could read his face and 4697|In some sweet way discern 4697|The dear dear likeness of the books 4697|And so be reading--never knowing 4697|That the meaning lie. 4697|The child that's bound for Duty, is 4697|By the rules his teacher made him know, 4697|He may do as I do. 4697|He may be as I am. 4697|And I will teach the boy to do, 4697|His soul at last to be in his hand; 4697|And as I know I am his teacher 4697|I will be his wife. 4697|O, would that mine were found in his house 4697|To serve him well in his high estate, 4697|Nor his own house's wealth for a debt: 4697|I would that my were found in his hand 4697|For to take home--to his heart. 4697|Let the maid's eyes be soft, for Love's the same 4697|In both of them from a man and a maid. 4697|And the lover's so in love that what a fool 4697|(As well I know) for her will he do. 4697|But the fool a fool is, and so 't is love! 4697|And, when Love makes love to a maid, she 4697|Will be his in life or death. 4697|When my love kisses me I want to feel 4697|Her lips that way, her hair in the curl; 4697|I look and wish as if I could kiss her, 4697|So to be kiss'd so fondly as she! 4697|How when I first be kiss'd by a man, 4697|A man, not a maid, there was his heart 4697|FREED up, and when I kissed a man again, 4697|He had not the feeling of his first heart, 4697|But was cold as ice and had not a tear. 4697|He took to his second lover to be-- 4697|It seemed a very ill descent from Love! 4697|And when I kiss'd by a maid another, 4697|It was as if she were my second-born. 4697|And when I kiss'd a maiden whom I love, 4697|She is not for me, nor for her sake, 4697|I have not a wink that is not murder. 4697|A woman's kiss, a maid's kiss, a youth's, 4697|Who will not, cannot, will not, ever kiss? 4697|But it seems he knows just what he is about, 4697|For a few soft hours, he'd be kissing me! 4697|Then when he'd done, and the kiss was over, 4697|Why, the world and all its sorrow toil, 4697|The world of a kiss--and no one to tell! 4697|How would my heart rejoice in the thought, 4697|The maiden's first kiss and the youth's atone! 4697|The first and the last are but one, 4697|The former is sweet, the latter is sweet. 4697|To love 's as to know a little child, 4697|To love 's as the little child to learn. 4697|So when my woman's kisses fail, 4697|I am grieved and I am mad at last, 4697|For if I had love like that I would teach, 4697|To teach my heart to love, the world. 4697|The first and the last for each to teach:- 4697|My heart would love to be first, and so 4697|Begin life's lessons; if I only 4697|Were something of being; and as well 4697|As to be good and able, I would strive 4697|To be the loveliest little maid in all. 4697|O, was it not worth while to be so grieved 4697|Because I should never know how to kiss? 4697|And would not my soul be more content 4697|If she were content; the ======================================== SAMPLE 38110 ======================================== 2732|I'll let them all take care of their wits. 2732|They'll think it is a great shame 2732|For a man of twenty-one, 2732|To hear the women call him gay, 2732|To live upon a poor pension. 2732|I'll leave to them my country life, 2732|Till they shall own it's not my own. 2732|But when I do, we shall meet: 2732|My lady's in her taffeta gown, 2732|And my own father he is dead: 2732|I'll give him three thousand pounds, 2732|If we will meet at the Ball.' 2732|'Then we will meet you, Mr. Jones,' 2732|Her mother said; and so began 2732|The house to ring with loud applause. 2732|That night the Queen and the King 2732|Were both in a pageant of pride. 2732|The Queen went before and beckon'd 2732|Mr. Jones, to come behind her; 2732|Mr. Jones did as she bade him, 2732|And left both his ponies alone. 2732|The Queen's Majesty, who knew 2732|The Queen, saw the two ladies there, 2732|And called upon them to come, 2732|As one might call a noble court. 2732|And, when they came, each beauty shone 2732|Like a sweet rose to the Queen's sight; 2732|And such a fine and charming sight, 2732|Such a gracious and noble sight, 2732|(For the Queen was the world to him,) 2732|That every fair and good girl-- 2732|If she'd had such dames as these four,-- 2732|Would have loved her, and that's a rule: 2732|And if all the daughters of men 2732|Were such as these four were, 't would be 2732|A true reflection of our race 2732|Before it had gone further on: 2732|And 't is in such an example, 2732|A fine and good example, 2732|That boys from birth will follow after. 2732|A fine and good example. 2732|O! that we would know 2732|The world, but the years ago: 2732|How those great kings were born, 2732|And those great queens were given over; 2732|How the people were used, 2732|Saw many a sad mistake, 2732|And little good there was in them. 2732|Then we would know 2732|What deeds were done in later days: 2732|How their deeds were praised and sung, 2732|And the deeds reproach'd no more. 2732|And that's the very thing, 2732|It's a fine and good example. 2732|O! that those good deeds were known 2732|To the youth before them when they went, 2732|How the youths will be good, 2732|And how the youth will be young; 2732|How the youth who go to die 2732|Will be good, and not be young; 2732|And so will each succeeding youth; 2732|And so will England as a land 2732|Before that she goes away. 2732|The Queen's horse in the Stumpetoe. 2732|(That's the way I like to know.) 2732|And the Queen's mare she was a dodder 2732|Than all the rest about: 2732|A fine and good example. 2732|O, that the King and the Queens, 2732|With my lady in her bed, 2732|Were to town, in a coach and six, 2732|And the Princesses to see! 2732|Then we should be able to make 2732|A wonderful spectacle! 2732|O, that they would not give way 2732|To that great rabble of fools, 2732|Who are like sheepish brutes, 2732|Who have never had the shame 2732|To meet such a noble lady! 2732|O, that when she was going 2732|The Kings would take her in hand 2732|And ride fast, fast after; 2732|And they'd give them money 2732|To carry her away; 2732|For all this is a fine example. 2732|O! we should never be ======================================== SAMPLE 38120 ======================================== 841|And, though I'm not a woman, I feel 841|The need of all men in the time of need 841|Of strength to help a little girl like me, 841|And comfort her as she lay down to die 841|And she lay sleeping in a dream, and she 841|Slept to her heart and only dreamed for joy 841|Of being, as she thought, so bright, and the night 841|Rained down like rain and darkness fell around 841|And nothing ever came of it. It was all 841|And all was vain to comfort me. 841|A dream, a thought, 841|And the moon rose and the sky grew white 841|As I was asleep and the night is gone 841|And he's come to save me. Oh! it's you 841|Who love me and I love you, for that 841|In the heart of you there's something clear. 841|In the heart of you there's music, like an angel's song, 841|Or a harp with a string to ring. The stars keep watch 841|O'er the way our love is hidden. Be good 841|In aught you say, and love me more. 841|"I'll make my will, 841|And the will of my life," she said, one golden morning, 841|When the world had been still. "And I will give you to me; 841|I'll make my will, and your will, my will, and make yours 841|If you value life, as I will once I have lived. 841|And a little while you'll wait 841|And make of your mind mine; 841|And I'll keep a will and put you in a grave, 841|And you will be my will. I'll let you be, I'll make yours yours 841|As you love me." And the world's voice 841|Was heard and the world was glad; 841|The world was glad and smiled and laughed at her, 841|And the earth grew white 841|Where the flowers were 841|With their breath of sweet; 841|But the will of the world meant only one thing 841|And she loved him the more for the sake 841|He was her will. And the world's voice 841|Was hushed and the world was sweet. 841|Her heart was dead as the living and the dead, 841|His heart was hers, 841|And the world was glad, 841|He thought so with delight. 841|There they talked about the ways of the gods, and how 841|They make the hearts of mortals flowers or weeds, 841|And the souls of men grow white in a swift light, 841|Or white with flame. They had long since lived as if 841|The world were naught but a dim grey sea, 841|Where never an oar came and there was never a wave; 841|And never a boat went out, 841|And the stars did not move. 841|They laughed and sang all the way as he took her hand, 841|And talked about love and love's strange ways, and death, 841|And how pale lips grew to kiss 841|When they parted, and night came, 841|Drifting softly close and close, as evening comes on, 841|Over the moonlit waves; 841|And how the leaves fell to the earth that was so green, 841|And the winds came up from the great dark forests. They 841|Had been long together, 841|And now they were broken with talk; 841|And suddenly she was gone. And by and by 841|The sea swept on, 841|Like a red sand-shroud, 841|And all night long 841|It whirled about, 841|But suddenly the wind stopped, 841|And the night ended, 841|And it came into his mind to go up and see. 841|He said, "Let's try and keep, 841|To the very brim, 841|Unto this flower as a token of the bloom." 841|And up they came, and he could see the gold, 841|And the white and green and red, 841|And ======================================== SAMPLE 38130 ======================================== 4369|All the little windows that open to look upon the sea, 4369|To watch the sea, with her little bells that tink, 4369|To watch the sea--they will not seem 4369|Less than waves that roll in the sand, 4369|Like waves that beat in the sand: 4369|So much I feel the deep and growing flood 4369|Of life at its inexorable gates, 4369|The life that is not afraid 4369|To break the walls of the walls. 4369|The sea is here, its white wings trembling 4369|To the sun, its little fins trembling, 4369|To the wind, its red hands clasping. 4369|The sea is here beneath the sun, 4369|That swings above the sea. 4369|It is a city of little clouds, 4369|And bells that toll. 4369|Its streets are all of red and yellow, 4369|Like a bell-ring: 4369|The sky is a golden veil: 4369|I cannot go within. 4369|But, slowly lifting me up, 4369|It swings the water: 4369|The sky is a green-red curtain, 4369|And the waters sing. 4369|My soul must leave the city, 4369|It must pass through darkness, 4369|Must go forth alone, 4369|Above these walls of silence, 4369|A pilgrim. 4369|I must walk on: they have taken 4369|My joy. 4369|On, on--I walk in beauty-- 4369|With open eyes, with fearless feet, 4369|I walk on. 4369|The city's life is drowned in sadness. 4369|I leave it utterly: 4369|Like one long string of pearls it clings 4369|To the roof. 4369|I must walk on: I have taken 4369|The burden of my grief, 4369|And have broken it into fragments 4369|And thrown them away. 4369|I have let this earth's life pass after me, 4369|I have let the people talk about me. 4369|Ah, how can I go upon! 4369|I can not think-- 4369|How can I stay to walk on, 4369|And gaze at this old grey wall, 4369|And the black and sunburnt sea! 4369|I am too old. 4369|I am seventy-five. 4369|I have lived enough since then, 4369|Enough of life, and rest. 4369|I have seen enough things, 4369|Enough voices in the night. 4369|Enough of summer suns, 4369|I have seen enough colours. 4369|Enough of laughter and tears. 4369|Enough bitterness, and pain. 4369|Enough of silence and tears. 4369|I have lived enough, 4369|Enough of moments and hours 4369|I have come here to rest. 4369|Enough of summer suns, 4369|Enough of colours, 4369|I have come this moment, 4369|I have come to-night. 4369|I have come to live, 4369|I have come to sing, 4369|A song, a jingle of bells, 4369|A psalm, a psalter of verses: 4369|I have come--but it's evening. 4369|I have come because it is lovely to see the sun at the edge of the sea-- 4369|I've left my heart with peace in my feet. 4369|I have walked all day with my soul for a way up the slopes to God, 4369|Where my heart is unendingly pure and unspoiled as a prayer. 4369|I have followed as a child follows the shadow of the angel. 4369|I have taken its joy as an offering. 4369|I have given up the old body, 4369|Its flesh, its sorrow, its body and its blood. 4369|I have set my heart to the mountains and the hills, 4369|The stars, the ocean, and the sun. 4369|I have found God-- 4369|God is my friend. 4369|I am no more in love, 4369|Love and the stars and God have fallen apart. 4369|The sky is blue again, 4369|The hill ======================================== SAMPLE 38140 ======================================== 1365|From the first moment that the word 1365|Was uttered, I can say with truth 1365|That we all knew of its being. 1365|From the time that it had been 1365|In the room, we had all heard 1365|Of the power it had attained, 1365|And the mystery surrounding it. 1365|We were aware of its presence, 1365|And our thoughts were on the watch for it, 1365|Till on the morning of the eighteenth day, 1365|It took wing from the silent skies, 1365|And away we flew and down the plain 1365|To the sea-shore and the harbor. 1365|There the waves all parted, and to right 1365|And left, and a green lightnings flashed. 1365|We were on the waters, and a night 1365|Was about to come, so still a light, 1365|That we could hear a far-off bass 1365|In the night, and our hearts would leap 1365|Unto the sounds of hymns and prayers! 1365|At the mercy of the heavens, a group 1365|Of youths in white, with beards as white, 1365|Had been resting, when at once 1365|The great wind sent his horn, and shook 1365|The great billows far and near. 1365|And it came and sent a shriek through all 1365|The waves; and the noise and the din 1365|Of fishes roaring and of cries 1365|Rose in loud and dreadful tones, 1365|And the great bell in the moon above them 1365|Sang out, with its bell of gold, 1365|With shouts and clamors and howls, all around 1365|The wreck which was Providence there! 1365|I was in the midst of this; I saw, 1365|And I can perceive and I can name, 1365|In the moonlight and the darkness near, 1365|The spirits that the wind made fast 1365|In the boat, with their wreaths of hair, 1365|And a great crowd around had gathered. 1365|And the boat began to sink, 1365|As the wind sank the wreck of two ships; 1365|And I, in the midst, I can perceive 1365|On the bowsprit, who in front of her 1365|Was singing an old, loud hymn, 1365|Which the old wind made swell and beat 1365|Upon the boat, and the boat sank, and vanished. 1365|All round about the wind 1365|Were the white heads of the children, 1365|And the children danced upon the deck, 1365|And the old master laughed with joy: 1365|"When I, with my people and all these, 1365|Came to his land a little while ago, 1365|He did not find it full of joy; 1365|For the people were hungry and poor, 1365|And little of anything was sold, 1365|And the vineyards, withered and closed, 1365|Trod the soil, and nothing was enjoyed. 1365|And we came without grass or tree 1365|Upon dry and dripping days, 1365|And we, who had been in these lands 1365|From the first of April hither, 1365|That which we saw of comfort brought 1365|Was nothing. 1365|"But in the winter, when the skies 1365|Were cold and dark, and none could see, 1365|And the trees lay in the vale below, 1365|And the water ran in streams between, 1365|Where the rivers run from the castle 1365|There was hope among us. At the first 1365|It seemed to us that things should be 1365|Less grievous. I knew that all is 1365|But an empty dream, and we must 1365|Wander with weary feet 1365|Along the desert ways, 1365|Without sleep. The days went on. 1365|"In the middle summer day 1365|I thought I saw a light through 1365|A thick canopy of trees, 1365|And thought, as far I turned my head, 1365|I heard a song, half sung, 1365|And saw a village church, 1365|Built upon the temple-wall, 1365|With niched domes ======================================== SAMPLE 38150 ======================================== 1031|And that the sun of every night 1031|Was but the spirit of a thought, 1031|And that in all but sleep we find 1031|A living world of the dead, 1031|And in the midst of that we see 1031|The spirit of a life that dies 1031|And we see all things at a game 1031|Against a fixed game and yet 1031|A world more strange than any game 1031|The living souls in us play, 1031|Who, having not our own, but this, 1031|All of life's play and activity 1031|Were part and parcel of the dead. 1031|O! how could I have dreamed it thus! 1031|That my whole life before was vain, 1031|And my whole heart at last were vain, 1031|Of thine, O God! would in despair 1031|Myself accept uncreated 1031|Nothing, till through that blind and blind 1031|I saw that thee didst also give, 1031|I had a right to doubt and to pine 1031|For certainty of my own denial. 1031|And lo! my very heart within 1031|Had a strange doubt come to it now 1031|That it was so much something to thee 1031|That did my very heart enclose 1031|In that sure, far certainty, 1031|But it could not have confessed the least 1031|That thy death had been so very good; 1031|I have a heart that now denies it. 1031|The old sweet love that's not again 1031|To know my face, my place, my thought, 1031|The old sweet love I long have known, 1031|That, after thee, doth not return, 1031|But leaves me here to live and die 1031|In this lonely place, O God, 1031|Though I should know thee in the grave, 1031|Thou shouldst be with me still, 1031|That I and all things else may be. 1031|O, be with me still! 1031|Thy own dear face I see 1031|From time to time within the garden walks 1031|To-day, to-morrow, and within my thought; 1031|And I, being young and innocent myself, 1031|Dream these things day and night. 1031|But thou, whom nature taught to know and love, 1031|As one that knew it all before, 1031|Dost teach me to deny my all to thee, 1031|And to adore, but thou canst not make me so. 1031|In a strange land and lonely 1031|She lay, upon her death bed, with 1031|The last rites paid to her loving 1031|Old priest, and with her name inscribed, 1031|With the years that had passed away and left her 1031|As barren as a waste of sand, 1031|As the last flower blown from bloomless 1031|In this world of bright flowers. 1031|And she, when, as the years passed on, 1031|Death came with a sad farewell, 1031|Died of fatigue, and tired with toil, 1031|And the land lay sorrowful at her feet. 1031|But when a year had come and fled, 1031|And she her strength forgot and fled, 1031|She found alone, upon the road, 1031|A little farm, where her sheep 1031|Lay unprotected upon the dell. 1031|And all was desolate, all was cold; 1031|And she sat all night upon the floor, 1031|And listened, and heard the winds go by, 1031|But never one could draw her breath, 1031|Or tell to what fair city she was come. 1031|So she died. And those that bore her 1031|Had nothing of their farms to tell; 1031|The rain, the wind, the snow, the rain, 1031|Were all for her; the wind and snow 1031|Were dust and ashes under her heart. 1031|Yet sometimes in the moon's pale beams 1031|She thought of that long-lost garden, quiet, 1031|And all the stars of her, in whose trees 1031|The quietest grasses grew, 1031|And she sighed and wept a little space 1031|And died upon the little quiet ======================================== SAMPLE 38160 ======================================== 8187|"Now,--'tis plain, 'twas not your power 8187|To make her feel, as I have done, 8187|That, were _she's_ so, and she _can_ love, 8187|'Twere folly indeed for a man 8187|To ask for more, and for no woman 8187|To give him what she _can_ receive. 8187|"But, in truth, your daughter can feel, 8187|And feel and love, without your pains, 8187|As I have felt, all-sufficient 8187|To find your happiness at last. 8187|Then, if in love with you, _she_ can prove 8187|So much the dearer by a pledge, 8187|--I wish that she _could take the pledge-- 8187|As much, indeed, for yours and mine." 8187|Thus, sweetly, while he spoke, he gazed 8187|Upon her, as with love's own joy 8187|Her eyes were shining on him made. 8187|Oh! could such sight but have been spoken, 8187|'Twere sweet--'twas not--a woman's word 8187|And love's surest pledge, which even then 8187|She could not have denied. 8187|Still to the house her way she took; 8187|And now, a moment in the gloom 8187|(How can it be, to _her_, the light 8187|Of morning glow so brightly sweet?) 8187|Upon a seat beneath a flag 8187|That o'er her head was hung, that flag, 8187|As if to grace her,--"Oh! where shall I, 8187|"When time and love are over, over, 8187|"And all my hopes, and all my dreams, 8187|"Are but of thee?" 8187|She sat, in thought--and now again 8187|The morning's rose-leaves on the grass 8187|Grew warm, and smothered--as if to rest 8187|In every bloom, where they might lie 8187|Sweet-sleeping, till their bloom again. 8187|As in a temple of the Lord, 8187|In worship's dewy, midnight hour, 8187|He saw, as o'er his altar gleam 8187|The consecrated gold-embroidered dower 8187|Of those who worship Him--thou gazest, 8187|And lookest as if thy God did sleep, 8187|And did but dream of Paradise. 8187|"Then, angel of God," the Sainted Sage 8187|Thus spake, "pray for us, since we of Him 8187|"Have vision of Him, and hath no heart 8187|(That will not feel it)--let us fly, 8187|"Mild-natured brutes, where the warm stream 8187|"Of our heart-beat sweetens the rest. 8187|"Come, angel, on the lap of love,-- 8187|"Sigh, my soul, for the world is here!-- 8187|"The joy without, the anguish within, 8187|"That was our home,--and is thine now." 8187|"Come, gentle one, for you have dreamed,-- 8187|"We shall escape, if we fly from God!-- 8187|"But, if yet one heart, one mind, 8187|"Should feel the like, that heart will break, 8187|"This mind would follow him away. 8187|"I saw, upon the sable sea 8187|"That now my heart is swimming, lies 8187|"Some one thou didst love, in life dear, 8187|"Whose eyes are, in thy breast and me 8187|"The sun and moon of all the rest. 8187|"A man in love whom thou didst make! 8187|Even his eyes--how bright they shone, 8187|"As if the eyes of God looked down 8187|"From heaven on every shore that shone! 8187|"And, when we clasped, my love looked down 8187|"From heaven on every shore that shone! 8187|"Then, like the light that comes among 8187|"The clouds in May, he glided near 8187|"Our hearts,--and, in my bosom ======================================== SAMPLE 38170 ======================================== 1471|And so the dream was not done. 1471|I had a mind for that one thing, 1471|--And love and sleep were one 1471|O'er the grey water, and the green. 1471|I have not said the story 1471|To some foolish wife or girl, 1471|That may not understand the tale: 1471|"What a fool was he!" 1471|The tale may lie in books, 1471|Some penman's heart may break the bars, 1471|And bring the world to light; 1471|But here the tale, as I have told it, 1471|Is not of world-to-morrow 1471|But of some woman's tears. 1471|O'er the grey water, on the green in June! 1471|The old sweet song is back again--forget 1471|Some love we may not tell, some griefs we must! 1471|It is the old sweet way--and still, I know, 1471|It breaks my heart to hear it, having nought 1471|To say of love, or hope of such--but this, 1471|It is a song the heart may never know! 1471|'Tis the old song--from the old good old land! 1471|And still, by some bright day I know we'll know 1471|'Tis the same old story, just the same--the old 1471|Song that once we knew, that once we heard, 1471|That once we knew--but not in days gone by. 1471|Yea, 'tis the old song we knew, that once grew 1471|In the old sweet seed-sowed old good land once more, 1471|And the old dear song--but this, and naught beside 1471|(So old it never will return again!) 1471|It is the old song, and still, though naught I know 1471|Of the old sweet song, of the old dear sweet song, 1471|It is the old sweet way--and still, I know, 1471|When the day is through, the old dear song, the same 1471|Song, that once I knew! 1471|And so, now, if, as time passes, we may 1471|A little more and less behold what we 1471|Were once so much in love with, withal we find 1471|The song alive and true, the old sweet song, 1471|We say, then, farewell, and with the day's light 1471|The old dear song, the old sweet song! 1471|The light was gray on the altar, 1471|On the altar, 1471|And the fire was hot in the passage, 1471|And I heard the words of the priest:- 1471|"Make holy the place for me, 1471|For I go to the place of the dead!" 1471|And I turned in my place, 1471|As with eyes that were wet; 1471|But a thought came to me 1471|Of a woman was kneeling 1471|On the pavement beside the way, 1471|Days, months, years ago, 1471|That the Lord God might have a spot-- 1471|A soul for his son. 1471|And, with hands together, 1471|I prayed that God would give me 1471|Some whereman's place; 1471|But the priest said, "We know 1471|The place is His, but God, 1471|He is the Whereman here. 1471|The places He has provided 1471|Are as plain at hand; 1471|They are but souls in death, 1471|And we are but souls in life." 1471|And, with blood-red from the altar, 1471|For I knew that a soul there was 1471|That came to that place near-- 1471|The spot where the priest had knelt; 1471|And I said unto him:- 1471|"I pray the place be mine; 1471|And do thou tell the priest 1471|Why the words come so white:- 1471|It is red blood that hath grown 1471|In my breast. 1471|I know the Father knows-- 1471|The Only God, the All-Powerful-- 1471|"And would not let my lips 1471|Speak the name of a daughter, ======================================== SAMPLE 38180 ======================================== 21016|From the dung-heaps, from the earths, that made 21016|The sun, the moon, their own light, 21016|The little birds the same, that sing 21016|As in the days of old? 21016|O sun, O moon, may be 21016|The same no more, the same no more! 21016|For, looking now about us, we 21016|See the same,--the same the trees 21016|Stand in the way of human tread; 21016|The same the river and the sea; 21016|The clouds of the sky! the clouds of snow! 21016|The clouds, of yore, the earth's blue dome; 21016|The morning light; the spring's first dawn! 21016|The same the flowers! the flowers have bloomed! 21016|The same the winds! the winds of heaven blow 21016|On earth's glad morning mornings! 21016|The clouds that hung above the sky, 21016|The clouds that veiled the day were gone; 21016|The sun's great silver beams have shone 21016|Like angels on the blessed earth! 21016|The grass-blades that adorn the grave, 21016|The grass-blades that hang o'er graves, 21016|Their silver fancies all have shown 21016|Ahi,--Oma! Oma! to me! 21016|O, come to our door, fair Spring! 21016|Out of the past, 21016|Out of the future, 21016|Out of the past, 21016|Where is the good old love 21016|That makes the heart grow young again? 21016|Now there's a face, 21016|Now there's a hand, 21016|Now there's a foot, 21016|Now there's a lip of fire, 21016|Now there's a kiss for a time, 21016|And then it's o'er,--Oma! Oma! 21016|Come away, 21016|Come away, 21016|And with a voice like the flow'ret in bloom 21016|Sing, O the days of May! 21016|Come away, 21016|Down and down, 21016|We'll wander 21016|Through the green wood, the green wood, 21016|Through the gorse, 21016|Through the hawthorn, 21016|Up and up, 21016|We'll wander 21016|By the break of day, 21016|Our hearts with a joyous zest 21016|Yearning to follow;-- 21016|Greeting from the fields of corn, 21016|Sweet the fields, the sweet fields, 21016|Sweet the air, 21016|Down by the river side 21016|In a boat, 21016|O'er the streamlet, 21016|Up and down, 21016|All the birds that are 21016|Round about their sun-browned nests, 21016|Sounds of joy, 21016|Sounds of sorrow, 21016|Sounds of terror, 21016|Sounds of friendship, 21016|Sounds of division; 21016|Sounds of union, 21016|Sounds of dissension, 21016|Sounds of alarm, 21016|Sounds of pleasure, 21016|Sounds of pain, 21016|Sounds of friendship, 21016|Sounds of love, we're not afraid of, 21016|We may trust to Nature's benignness; 21016|But if man's wicked, it is well,-- 21016|That is, if he fears or thinks not, 21016|Or, being not, he fears and thinks; 21016|For in this we always find 21016|Hesitation, and cunning, 21016|As well as chance and change. 21016|Come, my own love, and leave me here alone; 21016|My heart lies heavy with thy absence, 21016|Its hollow sounds like to a mournful wail 21016|Lonely and dear and strange and indistinct; 21016|And I would put from me a throbbing pain, 21016|And cease to know, and know not why I know, 21016|And so be fixt and never change again. 21016|Thou art the sun of my day, and in the pale 21016|And distant sunrise of my day, thou art 21016|The only being, ======================================== SAMPLE 38190 ======================================== 1280|The last of the world's children to see 1280|His day of resurrection. 1280|So, as all things are, let me be true 1280|To that which I had in view. 1280|Let the moon that was round me 1280|Slip aside so gently into the past 1280|And bring old memories 1280|Back to me, so they shall evermore 1280|Make full our lives and memories, 1280|When I read what was written, 1280|On its first page, to-night, for you. 1280|Now, have you not read it? 1280|And have you not heard 1280|The music of the singing 1280|And the music of the music? 1280|The music of some bird, 1280|In the forest, 1280|Like a human voice 1280|That the spirit 1280|Of some one of the dead in the olden time 1280|Told, till he knew himself in the olden age? 1280|And why does it come back to me 1280|Such vivid and true, 1280|Though I hear it but in a vision at night? 1280|It is not my voice, it is not the music that has such power 1280|To give meaning, color, purpose to life. 1280|My spirit, with a keen alert 1280|To a secret, 1280|To the danger, 1280|Of a thing of evil and sorrow, 1280|Is it not the spirit of that music that moves me? 1280|The spirit of that music has had power to guide me 1280|Through many centuries, 1280|And over many graves. 1280|My spirit is a spirit, 1280|Who knows that in all heights and depths 1280|A thing of darkness, 1280|Is not at rest till it can no longer move 1280|To such subtle warfare 1280|With darkness. 1280|If I am silent, 1280|The spirit 1280|Of darkness 1280|Will be absorbed. 1280|And then, when something has done a evil deed, 1280|Darkness will be absorbed. 1280|If I am silent, 1280|The battle 1280|Will be won, 1280|And then 1280|The war will end, 1280|And then the spirit 1280|Will be free, 1280|And then 1280|The spirit 1280|Will be restored. 1280|This is the mystery of the soul; it can only be 1280|The spirit of the day-spring that comes at evening. 1280|A white rose, 1280|Or the white of the snow is the thing for you. 1280|But if the snow of snow 1280|Are you not glad, 1280|For it made the world so beautiful? 1280|Then, to-day, 1280|The snow will be a thing of evil, 1280|And the white rose a thing of light. 1280|The snow will be a thing of darkness, 1280|For darkness will keep the spirits of the dead that are tired. 1280|The snow of snow 1280|Will make them 1280|Wake in their graves, 1280|And make them feel 1280|The power within them 1280|That no man meets. 1280|And the red rose 1280|Will make them 1280|Come out of their darkness 1280|And see the joy in the gloom. 1280|The snow of snow 1280|Will bring them to the day-spring 1280|And bring them to the eternal dawn, 1280|And to the light, 1280|And where the heaven is, 1280|They will build a heaven. 1280|To-day, the soul 1280|Who is at work will know 1280|The power of the rose-flesh 1280|To hold his work in sleep. 1280|To-day, he will take up the rose-bed, 1280|And lie 1280|Under it. 1280|And the snow will be a mystery. 1280|I cannot make a tree, 1280|Nor a boat, 1280|I cannot carve a word, 1280|Nor make a song. 1280|My mind is a bird 1280|Flying out of my left wing, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 38200 ======================================== 16059|¿Con una vida otra palma no 16059|Desordre contra mi aguas? 16059|¿Cómo se asei venganza mejor 16059|Para que te quiera te amor? 16059|Ya de entusiasmas hablar el 16059|África más alzarse en esto: 16059|Mas sin la tierra no te quiera 16059|Si no ha de más de amor quiero, 16059|¿Qué sosbandar con la mano 16059|En la región del cielo? 16059|¿Qué hirió la aguad paz 16059|De verdad selva el miro, 16059|Y el árbol al domo se ven 16059|De su maldonado y su paz, 16059|Y entre diferentes son toca, 16059|Y aunque te caudillo entiendo, 16059|Siendo el alma, con el hueco 16059|El templo y sus corazones 16059|Águildo le cercó su dolor. 16059|¿Quién lo tal vez oculta? 16059|Y aunque no queréis al cielo 16059|En el inglés de la pensa? 16059|¡Cuántos, vencedor, esa presa! 16059|Porque no tengo, ¡cuántos ahora! 16059|Que mi presa de su vida va, 16059|La roca con mi frente viene, 16059|Hace el alma á mis cémores. 16059|Porque ha dejar la triste espada 16059|Del paso de opinión, viene 16059|Porque llanto está en los valles, 16059|Y las aves niña el esclavos. 16059|Cual ti la ausencia hace lo que: 16059|«¡Colarta, messana...» espere 16059|La presencia que en ver el estrago 16059|Acompañó la condena al verlo, 16059|Mi messana con el cielo había 16059|Del sudor de su voz; sin esclavo 16059|Sin esperes y sin émulas, 16059|África por el esclavo 16059|Que con el rigor de mi pensamiento: 16059|Y el paso tenacimiento 16059|En el estrago, la cercanía 16059|Sobre el bien de su luz. 16059|Sólo en la ciudad estrago 16059|De amarillos cimientos 16059|Y la luz el dolor la cuita; 16059|Alzó la ciudad esplendor, 16059|El sol de las nubes el mundo, 16059|La ciudad condena el pueblo, 16059|Y por espuma fuego 16059|Siempre el suelo, en este minero 16059|Lo expirar al cielo la esperanza: 16059|Con el sol destino en tanto se enlaza, 16059|De la esperanza que el nave gala, 16059|Y un instante de todas las lágrimas 16059|Sus pendones niña, por nuestro poder, 16059|Que inclina veinte 16059|Que con oídico esplendor 16059|Y el sol de las nubes el mundo. 16059|Cuando el rigor de mi pena asomaba 16059|En la ciudad estribués el pobre 16059|Al ver la cuión delante y la estobra: 16059|Mas el rigor sallá, 16059|Y cuando mi pena asomaba 16059|Hoy un alma vieja. 16059|Aunque yo poder la ciencia mezquina 16059|Se pierda al bien que le hall ======================================== SAMPLE 38210 ======================================== 1057|What is this thou sayest? What is this 1057|Within? Whose arms are these, these green 1057|Thin leaves of thine? Why, all these buds 1057|Have blown about them, blown about 1057|By every wind that sitteth by 1057|The sea, and by the winds that rave 1057|'Neath the pale moon in her silvered hair 1057|And by the murmuring winds of night 1057|That wander round the pale red hand 1057|For durance, as the prisoners thrall 1057|The Kings in some red- scarred gate 1057|Where all the Kings sit in irons. 1057|O me, I never laughed, I never said 1057|"Amen," for the day was dark and gray, 1057|But just for this I sat here alone, 1057|And the green leaves hung about my head. 1057|I am one of the old whose feet 1057|Walked up and down 1057|Between the pines that shook and swayed 1057|In the great windless Summer night 1057|Over the sea. 1057|And I am one of the old whose hair 1057|Was gathered as a bended reed 1057|By the great windless summer night 1057|In the great windless lands of Time. 1057|And oft I have sat one night alone 1057|With my face set as far from sight 1057|As from the light that lies between 1057|The sea and the sky. 1057|And many times have I said "I do 1057|Not marvel much 1057|At the blue-black shadow in the sea 1057|Where all the soft green shadow lies. 1057|For from the old white mountain's top 1057|Over the sea, 1057|The old, white mountains wait to hear 1057|The far, white thunder of the sea, 1057|And all the deeps that are for you. 1057|"And though I know the night is long 1057|And a great silence is within; 1057|I shall not turn aside to hear 1057|Those sounds of earth, for all night long 1057|The great, white mountains wait to hear 1057|The great, white mountains wait to hear." 1057|And many a day have I been young 1057|And gone with many a joyous face, 1057|And left the old green mountain land, 1057|And many a great, white river by 1057|The great, white mountain's wall. 1057|And many a day have I been old, 1057|And the great clouds have passed 1057|Like the last leaves of autumn rain, 1057|And the old white mountains stood and mused, 1057|And watched into the long low light 1057|The great, white mountains wait to hear 1057|The great, white mountains wait to hear. 1057|"And many a night have I slept 1057|And all night long 1057|The mountains have been singing 1057|And the trees, and the rivers running, 1057|And the old, white mountains with their tears 1057|Had whispered to the great white moon 1057|The things that men dream, 1057|And the great winds with strange dreams 1057|The old, white mountains have done 1057|Their work, and the great winds have shaken 1057|The leaves of the grey forest tree, 1057|And the great hills, and the great deeps of air, 1057|Where the great clouds go rolling by, 1057|Have been my little sleepers. 1057|"For my sleep had many names; 1057|Oft I was with my kindred fair, 1057|And the song of birds to hear; 1057|I was with my people, 1057|I was with my old white love, 1057|And the great trees with their leaves 1057|Had followed us to many a green meadow 1057|Where children play upon their beds, 1057|And I was with my young white loves 1057|On the great hills of the English home, 1057|And with my songs and my dream, 1057|And with my songs and my singing, 1057|And with my singing, and the many a dream 1057|My songs have always made to me, 1057|From my little sleepers ======================================== SAMPLE 38220 ======================================== 12242|Of the same old, same old theme; 12242|The same old chorus, "God is love!" 12242|And that's the best. 12242|I love these old "fancy airs" 12242|Of old "Fancy," like "a rose in the bud;" 12242|The tunes they come in, they all unite 12242|And lend a "Fancy" weight 12242|To the old chorus, "God is love!" 12242|"I cannot go, for to my mind" -- 12242|"And I cannot stay, for to my mind" 12242|"Some night will come, and I'll be--come back!" 12242|Ah! Betsy, my Betsy, the spell 12242|We two have loved is broken! 12242|We loved, and we loved -- and we broke it, 12242|Ere your glance could rouse us. 12242|We turned our back on Love, and Death 12242|With his icy hand extended; 12242|We feared, and we feared we were wronged, 12242|We fled in our inconsistency, 12242|Like the same vain delusion. 12242|"A dream?" said Betsy, "the same must be; 12242|We'll seek each other -- not again!" 12242|We stood in the garden, hand in hand, 12242|Clasped in his cold embrace; 12242|But somehow, somehow, our love could not 12242|Be more altogether. 12242|"A blight!" said Betsy, "a blight on me, 12242|A blight my heart has cursed for years; 12242|And my feet must tread death's earthly roots 12242|Even while my love is by!" 12242|We stood in the garden, and I turned 12242|As one moved into a dream; 12242|But the boughs shook, and I felt a chill, 12242|The very ground was uncomfortable 12242|With love's deep-felt, resonant ache. 12242|I knew it was time for Betsy, 12242|I knew it was time for me; 12242|And I stepped from the blossoms and dew, 12242|And I looked at my own bright eyes. 12242|I looked at my eyes; my heart stood still. 12242|I looked at my eyes; my heart stood still. 12242|We stood within the garden, 12242|Hush'd, cold, and solemn, and blue; 12242|And there in the depths of her eyes, 12242|I saw the depths of her love. 12242|The boughs shook; I stepped out again, 12242|And clasped her to my throbbing heart, 12242|As in days long gone by. 12242|She looked up with her glass in her hand, 12242|And there in my love's face 12242|I saw the light of the world renew 12242|Its beauty, -- love, and her love. 12242|The roses and lilies renew 12242|Their fervid life again 12242|In my love's dear face of death, 12242|As in my own dead face. 12242|The sweet birds fly again, 12242|As birds that had been sent 12242|To song in my love's cool grave, 12242|And die in my breast of joy. 12242|Now when the roses fade, 12242|And the lilies show their heads, 12242|And when the birds forget, 12242|And forget to sing, 12242|I shall not be content 12242|To lie by my love's side, 12242|But I shall be the guest 12242|Of the gardens of her bliss 12242|In the pleasant meadows wide, 12242|Where blossoming fields are sweet, 12242|And the bees hum everywhere. 12242|I shall find more of her, 12242|And there shall be more of me, 12242|By climbing up the blue-gray spire; 12242|And by the white-washed spire 12242|Shall I find more of her? 12242|Through miles of snow I'll chase her, 12242|Chasing her steps across the field, 12242|And I'll climb the blue-gray spire, 12242|And I'll follow where she's led. 12242|I'll follow where she's led me; 12242|I'll climb the white ======================================== SAMPLE 38230 ======================================== 615|Which they in the field had to besiege, and had 615|In all their works, if any here had been slain, 615|With one or two of their cavaliers had died. 615|To whom the monarch, "To what place is now 615|His rest, I pray thee (his plighted word 615|Belied that day) if it be lawful found 615|That any here, save a part of them, be left 615|From all the rest condemned to be sacrificed." 615|With that, his courser charged with lance and spear, 615|Which had no other load behind it, past, 615|And whirled into the air his courser's head; 615|And forth, in the loud crash, King Agramant 615|Arrived at Orleans' royal palace door. 615|The valiant young Orlando, in the dame, 615|As usual, who was in his chamber seen, 615|Was with the valiant cavalier, with joy; 615|And thus, with welcome, to his lady said: 615|"Thy lady's heart, and only so that heart, 615|Which in thy favour in love did ever grow, 615|For her sake thy good fortune is not now 615|More fond and glad than if it were the bride, 615|Of whose well-lovely features was thou hight; 615|And 'tis for thee the war, and for the one, 615|Because a virtuous woman is thy guide, 615|And doth content thee with a faithful breast. 615|"And 'twere another cause, if thou wouldst wend 615|Myself to meet, why I should not here have stay: 615|For not without a guide, or friend, am I: 615|Who, having a good heart, a good will, and skill, 615|Could make such passage as thy palace did, 615|And do thy journey where thou wert by me, 615|As should by heaven my guide and help attend." 615|His good companions, all of whom were bred 615|In courtly ways, did not delay their guide; 615|And him, whose royal father was the peer 615|And spouse of that fair Angelaus, who 615|Was for a while his monarch, to the gate 615|They bore. But when the dame of Spain by grace 615|Of Agramant the emperor had shown, 615|He sought the palace, and, amid his peers, 615|A mighty host, at last received before 615|The lady, on whose locks his own he bore; 615|Who, as he found, was the illustrious peer 615|Of ladies of all cavaliers renown. 615|The knight, in that he deemed her favour high, 615|Cared little how her words to him were said; 615|But, having seen the dame to him as well 615|As any that around her was, his fear 615|To lose her, nillished thus his lance: "What means 615|Him, who so ill to him returns, and shows 615|No mercy for lady or for cavalier? 615|But that I fear, by my fair countenance, 615|And that of those that with us wend the way, 615|Thou, too, my lady, art of royal race. 615|"Yet, if he have some other mean to show, 615|And with his lance his lady win, I know, 615|It shall not trouble me, though sore bested; 615|To such defence as this shall in return." 615|The warrior said; and, for he deemed no ill 615|To him but his unjust dismissal, hied 615|To be the fairest of the lady fair, 615|And he that day did so his valour move. 615|What he at first did, to his rejoicing, 615|When he had found, by her, a man of might, 615|He next for her, in honour, in spite, pursued, 615|As if he would be vassal to her sway. 615|In the first week of July, which now was bright, 615|As this short time was passing o'er, this day, 615|Rinaldo, whom, in his wish and by craft 615|He had at first, and now by honour, brought, 615|Rode with his barons unto a vale of roses, 615|Which, as he rode, he through the meadows past. 615|So passing most, he came, upon the height, ======================================== SAMPLE 38240 ======================================== 18238|The moon goes down, the moon goes down: 18238|And there's an end of that young love of mine! 18238|Ah, but the moon is very old, 18238|And I, I am young as yesterday. 18238|But the moon does not go down to-night; 18238|She just puts on a small new look. 18238|"They're going out to dinner," said a boy who was one years back to 18238|My dear little boy, 18238|When you are a little bit older, 18238|And you know the tricks that you'll do, 18238|As to the dancing and the singing and all that, 18238|Don't you sometimes think: "How I wish 18238|I could be the way she is! 18238|Oh, let me be a little bit older! 18238|I should not have to do 18238|All the wonderful things she does, 18238|And the wonderful things she thinks! 18238|It would be a pity 18238|To put off this sweet child of mine, 18238|Just because she won't let me see 18238|That I am a little bit older!" 18238|When you are a little bit older, dear, 18238|And you know, my dear boy, 18238|That there is no other thing more grand; 18238|That you are a little bit faster; 18238|When you are a little bit older, 18238|Oh, think of how it would be 18238|Being the little wonder that you are 18238|Just a little bit older! 18238|They are so fond of songs and poetry, 18238|And the songs that they have written. 18238|I love them more than they love me. 18238|I love them more than songs can tell. 18238|There's hardly a thing that I dare say: 18238|"Lazy wanker, what are you doing?" 18238|There's scarcely a thing but it's happening. 18238|When you are old enough for reading, 18238|And you know all about it, 18238|Don't you think it's rather nice 18238|Being a little bit older? 18238|It has been three weeks. 18238|It has been almost three weeks, 18238|With the snow still falling, 18238|And my dear, dear mother,-- 18238|Oh, I've been too good a mother, 18238|For to-day's all too long. 18238|But my mother said to me, 18238|(I'm so sorry,) "Hold your tongue!" 18238|And I won't, indeed, for days, 18238|Because- 18238|"Ah, the old things are things 18238|That we can never forget 18238|As we grow older!" 18238|I have waited long, 18238|And I wait always, 18238|Till the old days return again; 18238|I have watched so many days, 18238|That their ghosts of sorrow 18238|Look so much as yet in vain; 18238|(Well, maybe they never will, 18238|Unless I get old enough.) 18238|And I say with all my heart 18238|"It is years ago 18238|That I lived upon the plain 18238|And my dear were sheep; 18238|And I had but two books to read to them, 18238|And they used to listen to me, sheep, sheep, 18238|And listen, and wander right near me; 18238|And I loved them in the woods so well! 18238|"And I loved them so! 18238|And they took me up in their little house so big, 18238|For shelter from the sleet, 18238|And I was so young. 18238|I used to lie in the open dirt, 18238|With only sheep for company; sheep, 18238|And never once dream what they were, sheep, 18238|What they meant to me. 18238|But years later,--ah, so many years,-- 18238|When they came up to me at last, and found 18238|I still loved them, never dreaming what they were, 18238|What they meant to me, 18238|It broke my heart. 18238|They said: "There is no God; 18238|This is an idle story, you know; ======================================== SAMPLE 38250 ======================================== 16376|The world is all right, I say: 16376|'Tis well, I fancy, as it used to be. 16376|The world is all right, and then 16376|A little shock!--to see the sea! 16376|The world's all right, till suddenly, 16376|The sea's a bajob full o' weed! 16376|The world's all right, it seems to me, 16376|As I've just been thrust straight in - 16376|It's true, I've got a jick! 16376|I've got a lump! 16376|Well, if it's a lump you do suppose it is." 16376|The sea was all a-quiver 16376|A little while, 16376|Tilt sideways, sideways, turnabout, turnabout. 16376|The wind had a chaffy swagger, 16376|He roared with a jingle in his teeth: 16376|The air was a-quiver, a-turning, a-turning, 16376|He blew at the prow, 16376|And a-shivering I said "Good-by," 16376|With "Good-by" I bolted, 16376|For I thought the quicksand would never tire me. 16376|And "Turnabout" I thought it would chide me. 16376|Ah! but the sea, 16376|Oh, the sea was a-quiver 16376|That ever I could see, 16376|And then in a panic 16376|I thought the whole world would burst me. 16376|He sailed and he sailed, with a rattle in his teeth: 16376|But the wind was so high 16376|That, if I had but a penny to spare, 16376|I might drive the ship away 16376|Full twenty miles or so, 16376|If I only had a toehold on the deck. 16376|I have always considered it a great pity 16376|That the men who carry swords should practise archery; 16376|For the men who have money to stroke their horses 16376|Perhaps won't be able to stand upon their toes. 16376|And they're always complaining they can't find work 16376|And they dread their bellies' sore distress 16376|If they try to stand up when the sun is in the sky; 16376|Aye, and it's dreadful when it goes away. 16376|The man who has money to buy a hat 16376|And his own work to bother him at all hours of the day, 16376|When his wife runs to look for a chair 16376|And his child returns from calling the doctor, 16376|He thinks on the man who has nothing to spend 16376|And he finds all trouble a pity, you know." 16376|The sea is a-quiver 16376|A little while-- 16376|Then it's tumbling round a bit, 16376|And it's a-whirling in a circle again. 16376|The wind blows down the river. 16376|We are standing above the ship, 16376|And the wind is blowing down the river. 16376|And the night's so bright 16376|Here in New York, 16376|When you and I 16376|Would like to go 16376|Across the water 16376|We must be very careful 16376|_Our ship is up the river; 16376|He's coming, he's coming; 16376|With a voice so shrill 16376|And sweet, your father 16376|Will soon be here. 16376|For, oh, they'll have us 16376|When they come for me! 16376|Oh, the dear, dear dear, dear Christmas! 16376|When I can sit upon a chair, 16376|With a bottle of good old Prothell 16376|By my side, and drink as deep, 16376|As I did when there was no Prothell; 16376|And shout and shout and shout I might, 16376|And, oh, how shout and shout I must! 16376|For each sound that goes across the deck 16376|Is a shout of "Hear you, Hear ye, all!" 16038|"_How do you like to go up there with your gun?_" 16038|Said Sergeant Jim, with his gun by my side. 16038|"Just splendid ======================================== SAMPLE 38260 ======================================== 12286|Then let that day be my deathless monument; 12286|Let those who love to worship _Celia's_ light, 12286|Be they the only and not the only _Celia's_ children! 12286|But when the soul, to meet that beauty comes, 12286|Puts on the veil of silence, let the rose, 12286|Bearer of Paradise, the veil of sin, 12286|Inch by inch, a little while allow 12286|To those who look, a space, upon that face, 12286|To those who look, a space, upon that face, 12286|A moment's look, perhaps an instant's space, 12286|Whereon to build their heaven.--When that is gone, 12286|Who hath left that picture shall forget it, 12286|And in the silence of his soul forget 12286|Even that sweet image, and the sweet last look. 12286|_Celia's Promise_ 12286|_A Rose in Paradise_ 12286|To me that fair white Rose! 12286|As the light that lies asleep 12286|Upon the morning's deep breast, 12286|That still and soft doth lie; 12286|Like the rose from whom it came, 12286|Unseen and white as thou: 12286|Where are those happy eyes, 12286|Where are those happy eyes? 12286|Thou knowest not, oh, neither I, 12286|I who only see thee now, 12286|I who sought thee in all thy pride, 12286|And found too late, too late! 12286|Thine eyes can make me woe, 12286|Thine arms can so encase me, 12286|And thine eyes can make me wail, 12286|And thy breath stir my heart so wild, 12286|Oh my darling! woe! 12286|If, when I saw thee last 12286|I felt so faint and low, 12286|It was but that thy beauty 12286|Lay dearer far than when. 12286|Thy cheeks with rose-buds filled 12286|Are all decayed the more, 12286|Thy lip is all decayed 12286|That once wore such charmed sway. 12286|Thy eyes are dim with weeping 12286|And drooping tenderest pride; 12286|Thy pale cheeks with roses twined, 12286|Are all decayed the more. 12286|As when some maiden's pride 12286|Falls from the roof she soars high-- 12286|The roof stands still the while, 12286|Nor doth she know the falling fall. 12286|As thou, my dearest Rose! 12286|Forsake of her whose pride 12286|Bids up the stormy void 12286|Of dull dull earth-born cares. 12286|Thou hast thy high ancestor's pride, 12286|No tears shalt dim thy lids for him, 12286|Nor can his memory haunt thee 12286|As of his pomp and joy. 12286|He who was born to be 12286|Where all the worthiest strive, 12286|Like him, dearest Rose! 12286|He by whose soft command 12286|All nobler feelings move 12286|Like thee, sweet Rose! 12286|Thou by whose touch soft ways 12286|Are opened to delight, 12286|Thou by whose soft caress 12286|All love's old wounds decay. 12286|By thy sweet influence mild, 12286|All things that are on earth 12286|Thou hast ennobled found, 12286|As the clear star of night. 12286|No voice can reach thy brow of living 12286|Or any living thing that's noble, 12286|Nor any gesture of thy brow 12286|Whisper soft words through man or maid. 12286|I've heard men say thy smile was noble, 12286|But what's a soft kiss to a cold morrow? 12286|Ah, thou art fairer still 12286|Than when thou gavest life's new spring 12286|To her who bore thee. 12286|In thy mild eyes the light of love is blest 12286|As in the blushing pride of early spring, 12286|When love wept in thy dim eyes, 12286|And oft we watched in thy calm eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 38270 ======================================== 2678|I would that I had been a soldier, 2678|With my head beneath a flag, 2678|And a soldier's life a life to keep 2678|In the land of the brave and free. 2678|But that's no soldier's life, my boy, 2678|For a soldier never goes 2678|Out in the night to lay a hand 2678|Friend of my heart, I pray thee 2678|Please to look upon my child. 2678|And to know her for an angel, 2678|And to guard her from all harm, 2678|And a mother's love unsullied 2678|Unto all thy son recall. 2678|And to know her for a woman, 2678|And to guard her from all ill, 2678|For an idle shrew would seek to do 2678|Her part, 'tis grand to see. 2678|The Lord God made the waters, 2678|He only made the sand, 2678|And the sea's a sailor's wife, 2678|To take you to the "Land of Play." 2678|With your little Bible, 2678|And the lilies in your hand, 2678|Come away and follow me. 2678|The waters in their wise seeking 2678|Found not the lilies white, 2678|The waters found the wandering 2678|Little lilies on the shore. 2678|The waters, beauteous seeking, 2678|Found not the little lilies white; 2678|The waters, weary seeking 2678|For the sweet and harmless palm. 2678|The waters, lily-like requesting, 2678|Seized not the lily pure; 2678|The waters, lily-lipped requesting, 2678|Found the lily bright as day. 2678|The waters pressed hard, and cried, 2678|And the very roots were red! 2678|I'd like to see them, Lily-White, 2678|Carry you to the "Land of Play." 2678|But you are in the train so far, 2678|And I must hurry back! 2678|With water and with sand, 2678|With sand and water help! 2678|God's little children, 2678|How happy you make an evening, 2678|A goodly, grander, richer morn! 2678|But you are in the train so far, 2678|And I must hurry back, 2678|For there's no return for all 2678|The little happiness, 2678|Our Lily-White is tall and slender, 2678|I like my dimples, but you've none; 2678|When we were babies, 2678|You had dimples for your beauty, 2678|But I am older, 2678|And they for me are now grown beardless. 2678|There are no beardless boys in London 2678|But are crying for crutches just now. 2678|The streets are full of mirth and singing, 2678|But you sit frowning by my side, 2678|And for half an hour I cannot help but think 2678|How sad it is for you to sit mute. 2678|For just one hour more 2678|Of your good humor I can spend, 2678|Which will make up for half an hour 2678|Of my sorrow and wasting. 2678|There's nothing like a good, firm, strong, 2678|Firm-fixed smile to clear the clouded brow, 2678|And the cold, hard look which cold words rend, 2678|Which the heart stills like an infant's play. 2678|There's nothing like a good, firm, strong, 2678|Firm-fixed smile to clear the clouded brow. 2678|But just like clouds the best poured out 2678|By warm June glades at close of day, 2678|Bend down, though bright and blithe they trace 2678|The silver lakes in summer's face. 2678|They're like the silver of morning's showers, 2678|Or like the early glow of spring-light, 2678|When a child's face smiles on us till I know 2678|Our hearts are all one golden mist. 2678|There's nothing like a good, strong, fixed 2678|Firm-fixed smile to clear the clouded brow. 2678|They are ======================================== SAMPLE 38280 ======================================== 1287|But what he said to me he didn't speak to, 1287|Nor heeded the warning I gave. 1287|"How long am I to live and how long will I be 1287|'Tis a grave for me!" 1287|All silent yet he stood, nor even a shadow came 1287|His hands he clasped as in embrace; 1287|His face the same that when the lightning flashed 1287|At midnight,--when the thunder roared,-- 1287|His countenance was. 1287|With hand on head he sate, with head above him, 1287|And spoke thus,-- 1287|"If the poor do forsooth receive a blow 1287|At work, I ask 'tis seldom given! 1287|I am poor.--No, I'm not. 1287|I live for others. I'd live for thee; 1287|Thou'rt the same, poor man! 1287|"Thy heart is full. I'd a heart that's full, 1287|And my deeds I would not conceal; 1287|In the past I've seen thee with the same 1287|Face of thy wife! 1287|When we met and fondled our first love, 1287|In thy bosom then I bore thee. 1287|That, then, was all: but I've seen thee many a day, 1287|Aye, many a year. 1287|"Then came misfortune, the last, and the worst, 1287|That ever sorrow brought on thee. 1287|On the bier I put thee; and I'd bewail 1287|If the time could ever come again 1287|When I'd the strength to remove thee from that bier! 1287|What a wound Thou art wounded in! 1287|I've been through many dangers of ill, 1287|E'en to death and distress: 1287|For to-day I see thee a poor man, 1287|A wretched wretch, an outcast! 1287|"At night I'd mournfully sit and watch thee, 1287|And watch thy trembling eyes; 1287|Thy pale cheek had such a look of woe, 1287|They did not seem as red as blood! 1287|And I would wish that I were dead,-- 1287|I would wish that I were dead, I pray! 1287|"I'd give me a good supper, a bed, 1287|I'd give a couch, a fire to burn, 1287|I'd give thee too an ugly sword, 1287|But not thy hands in mine!" 1287|"In the morning I'd see thee forlorn, 1287|I'd think that I had never seen thee! 1287|And I should say, with a sob and sigh, 1287|'I'll give for this thy hand,' 1287|Then we'd stretch away to-day, 1287|If it were not for the cruel blow!" 1287|My father's house is in the market-place! 1287|The master's in the house; 1287|And a poor, wretches' house. 1287|On my father's walls the birds around shout; 1287|I hear their glad tongues out; 1287|While they laugh at me, a foolish lout; 1287|He is in bed, with cold, and pain. 1287|The master's in the parlour, and to him 1287|Every day a child is given. 1287|I am no child of his, not he of me, 1287|Whom as a brother he hath known. 1287|He had three little ones,--and to-day he sees, 1287|As a lover, all I've been through. 1287|"My father's house is in the market-place, 1287|The master's in the house; 1287|He has a beautiful, sweet, and lovely face, 1287|But none on earth can match it!" 1287|The master's in the parlour, and his eyes 1287|Are drooping, all day, and late. 1287|They've listened to a dismal song, in the night, 1287|And the song is his own alone. 1287|"I'm sure God would have made me, ere I knew, 1287|A fool to wish to be. 1287|I'll try and ======================================== SAMPLE 38290 ======================================== 12286|That every man he thinks a poet, 12286|Possessing a mind the light of genius, 12286|That he may give his genius glory, 12286|And leave a man of genius poor. 12286|In a far-stretching country. 12286|A farmer's little daughter, 12286|She is full of wit and beauty, 12286|And is a very lovely creature; 12286|But the farmer's self has never 12286|Laid hand on her head, or led her 12286|To the school of Nature and Birds. 12286|When she was but a baby, 12286|A Bird flew near her crib, 12286|And the Baby took it kindly 12286|And fed it with his breast; 12286|But the Bird flew away in silence, 12286|And the Baby slept all night. 12286|At dawn 'twas found on the ground, 12286|And around her bed of straw, 12286|The Bird still fluttered and flew in silence, 12286|But took no food but sighs. 12286|At noon, a Sheep came wandering, 12286|And sat on the hedge by the door; 12286|The Shepherd looked up in alarm, 12286|For he heard a sound of weeping 12286|And the sound of wailing; 12286|He hastened from the house immediately, 12286|And found her on the ground, 12286|Beseeching him to cease; 12286|But he, still weeping, went on his way, 12286|And never stopped for sorrow, 12286|For he went where the wheat was golden, 12286|Where the cattle were weak. 12286|He knew the Tree of Life was near; 12286|And in the apple-tree there 12286|He learned to build and to plant seed, 12286|And to sow with care; 12286|And he knew the seeds could not be 12286|From the flesh, but the white heart-- 12286|He knew that no Plant life could be, 12286|But by flesh and blood. 12286|And now on this wise he built his plant, 12286|And so began to survive 12286|One day for some Men, and then to expire, 12286|And then to be forgotten! 12286|And even as you may see, O child, 12286|The earth, its history, tell; 12286|So, after so many days and nights, 12286|The dead may a new day see. 12286|All things we know to have been must 12286|Be but copies of one vast thing. 12286|When the old Sun from his journey's end 12286|Hath climbed high Heaven's lofty brow, 12286|In haste the world-wind drives him west, 12286|And bears him o'er the ocean tides 12286|Where he shall light the rising day 12286|On the far mountain's crest of snow. 12286|And all the long bright days were thine-- 12286|Thou art the sun, the light, the day, 12286|And the great stars are but the feet 12286|Of thee, O Moon! so bright and lone! 12286|The flowers that live in Paradise, 12286|And their fair brethren in the dells, 12286|How like to thine, O thou forlorn! 12286|Yet they will love thee in their May 12286|For thou art sister to the air; 12286|And the nightingale, when she perceives 12286|That her poor wounded Bird of wax, 12286|Will sing to her, and tell her all 12286|A sadder story than she knew! 12286|All things we know to have been must 12286|Be but copies of one vast thing. 12286|At last the weary sun, retiring, 12286|Lay sick oppressed with grievous fatigue, 12286|And many a mournful bird was here 12286|In the white gloom of the silent skies; 12286|He heard the lark, whose plaintive note 12286|Fainted in his absence, mournfully 12286|Sing, while the stars were bright above; 12286|And the hoarse sea-mew, with his train, 12286|A dreadful tale was telling too: 12286|All things we know to have been must 12286|Be but copies of one vast thing. 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 38300 ======================================== 24605|And, oh, it was an idle feeling! 24605|This was a life which all must share, 24605|And, for its sake, all have to thank. 24605|No idle feeling, dear, it shall go with me everywhere. 24605|And though I sometimes feel discontented for men, 24605|My soul will not complain, nor my body burn for strife. 24605|No, God is with me when I go for the work to do; 24605|The work is better than men may understand. 24605|I never will regret if I keep my hand on the sword; 24605|I trust in Him who is mighty to slay. 24605|I'll never regret if I use the rod of my trade; 24605|When I die I will have as many sons as I please. 24605|No, God is with me everywhere, and, oh, it were best 24605|To be sure that the work which I do be of His praise! 24605|I loved my mother, but there is no word to say; 24605|I would rather with all my heart I had left her behind; 24605|But the little ones all used to tease her and to cry, 24605|I know I would have done the same but I could not be gay-- 24605|I knew that God would have led her in goodness and truth. 24605|I tried to help the poor--I wish I could do more; 24605|But my heart was as hard as the stones on the ground. 24605|I tried to help the poor--I wish I could do even more; 24605|But I know I would have helped her through all her years of toil. 24605|I'd all the means of Heaven's kingdom at that moment be, 24605|And I'd offer them all to the poor all at once. 24605|I loved my sister--I'm sure she had naught but the best; 24605|And I'd be like God, and not beg, and not ask in vain; 24605|I'd give the best to God, when I die, 'fore I went to God. 24605|If I had no friend, I should not die alone; 24605|'Twould be a gracious thing if none had found me here; 24605|But for all the love that I have, not one of them know 24605|I'd care to leave home, where so many have gone, 24605|And to make an exodus which God would support. 24605|If I had no hope, I might yet find my mate; 24605|It might bring to me a bliss the rest did not buy; 24605|But such joys I'd give to the Lord whom all approve 24605|Who gave all for earth, and I do not think he knew 24605|That the grace which is found in the Lord is more rare. 24605|Oh, I would not have life wasted for my body's sake; 24605|And I would have my soul freed from the sins of the flesh; 24605|And I'd seek a friend of God, whosoe'er and where, 24605|Who would give me the hope my soul had so long lacked, 24605|To grow into, would help me to stay with my God. 24605|I would not have this life for the world's sake waste; 24605|It's a comfort to live, to help me to be still; 24605|But for a soul to struggle for Heaven so hard, 24605|It is but slavery--it is wrong--'tis a crime. 24605|I'm sure there is some must say, "It seems to me 24605|As if they were praying to God the King; 24605|And the Lord has done a grand thing in giving away 24605|This world of a little of his precious breath. 24605|I wish that some of them would go and beg, or make 24605|A little contribution, and give for my sake. 24605|I wish that others would say, "You seem a good dear soul." 24605|I would not have any of your selfish words, 24605|But it seems to me as if we are praying each one, 24605|If God may be merciful in saving another; 24605|When there's trouble ahead, that it's right to be poor. 24605|I am sure a man must not be sad or anxious 24605|If he finds the task will be done; so there isn't cause 24605|For to be ======================================== SAMPLE 38310 ======================================== 28591|There's nothing in the world more sweet 28591|Than this good friend of ours, my dear! 28591|But how we used to play 28591|All evening long, 28591|To the same old tune, 28591|She's grown so dear, so dear to me; 28591|For he takes the lead in every walk, 28591|I've known him often on the green, 28591|The kindest and the best of friends-- 28591|And I know that he'll be my dear 28591|Until the end! 28591|There's nothing in the world more sweet 28591|Than this good friend of ours, my dear! 28591|O, were I in his place, 28591|My heart would be at rest, 28591|There were no more war's alarms, 28591|There were no more weeping cares; 28591|Ah, what's a king's daughter worth, 28591|When he's of whom you speak? 28591|O, were I in his place, 28591|And he the lord of me, 28591|My world would be a fair temple, bright and free; 28591|And he would love me just as well, I know, 28591|As he has ever done. 28591|O, were I in his place, 28591|And he the king of me, 28591|I'd seek, from time to time, his counsel with a tear, 28591|And he would never shrink. 28591|There's nothing so sweet as love, dear hearts that are one; 28591|There's nothing so true, but trust; 28591|There's nothing so strange, but ever in mine ear 28591|They sing,--"Love, and a kiss!" 28591|He came to the Bridge in his boat 28591|And he set it into the stream; 28591|The waves came together in haste 28591|And rose adown to the sea. 28591|He saw the topsails of the roofs all through 28591|With clouds of golden light, up through 28591|The clouds of gold and emerald ray, 28591|While still the bridge stood on the sands. 28591|He saw the piers of the city too 28591|With towers with scenes of pride inraid, 28591|Inraid of castles and kings and dragons. 28591|With a great gala the day was giv'n. 28591|With a great welcome it was due. 28591|"Whence comes this crowd?" he asked with awe; 28591|And he gazed upon the watery sea. 28591|They come without word, for they have not a friend on earth; 28591|They came not to ask; they came not to be; 28591|They came not to lie, they came not on foot; 28591|They came not by word of mouth, but in deed: 28591|"If I be of them, it is a welcome news." 28591|"What of the war? How are the ships? 28591|'T is not well," said one; "but they give no cause." 28591|Said a man from the other band: "In all the world 28591|There is not one that seems so eager to serve and to win." 28591|"O Lord!" they said, "what will become of us? 28591|What of the peace? 'T is bought at dear, dear cost." 28591|"For my love still I look," they said; "we go to Heaven 28591|Unblamed, unharmed, unjudged: we will be with Thee!" 28591|O Christ our Love, our peace, our joy! 28591|Thou art by none preferred: 28591|Thy little ones seek thee, but thou speakest not still. 28591|O Christ, our Peace! O Christ, our Glory! 28591|Thou art by all preferred: 28591|Each one to other knees 28591|Adores thee; the great heart fills 28591|Thy tiny voice with prayer. 28591|O Christ our Peace! O Christ, our Glory! 28591|When in my lonely hours 28591|I hear the fluting of the dove, 28591|And feel the sweet caress 28591|Of God upon my lonely hours! 28591|O Christ, our Peace! O Christ, our Glory! 28591|When darkly o'er the dale ======================================== SAMPLE 38320 ======================================== 937|A great man is the man who strives to be 937|A poet's dream, a hero's strength, even 937|A man's greatest love. 937|I was alone in death; my friends did not speak 937|Of their delight, nor I of theirs; they had no word; 937|I only held my peace; they did not know my name 937|Or pity me; they only saw a white mask 937|Around one dead man's head; it vanished, and none 937|But one alone was left me now, that last, alone 937|And loving friend. 937|"And this is what I dreamed, O father! that I said: 937|I am a poet's dream,--a poet's hope; 937|I am thy son, and all that was to be is thine: 937|O, not of me wast thou robbed! There was no crime 937|To rob me -- or to leave me so -- but mine -- 937|Thy child! 937|Thine eyes were not on me, but they watched, and I 937|Was alone in Heaven; they have not left me now, 937|Nor will I till the last day of this life; 937|They are not with me; but I will pray for them 937|Till earth and Heaven cease to span; they will not part 937|From thy dear breast. 937|"Their tears shall pass to me from heaven, their kisses 937|Will never be with me; their love will be 937|With me as sunshine, and their tears with me. 937|They will look in on me, and they will weep away 937|The shadow from my life; they will weep and smile 937|And I will pray for them to pass away in heaven. 937|"O, thou alone hast strength! The rest are idle, 937|Or toil and woe and loneliness! Why, 'tis you 937|Who keep me awake? They have no part to play 937|For me, who am as still as sleep, and they 937|Have no part, who have no heart to break! 937|"O, thou whom I have loved a thousand years 937|And evermore, with all my soul and strength 937|Have held in my own life and tears, my own tears 937|Of sadness and delight. Thou art the man 937|Who made the world and taught me how to live 937|Free and cheerful lives; thou art the man I love -- 937|Thou might'st think that I should want to leave thee! well! 937|But I will never leave you." And he wept. 937|"O," I said, "Father, do you weep for me? 937|I see -- 'tis long and long -- but God sees best. 937|Thou art my hope, my whole -- my only hope -- 937|What is it else but this life, and its pain? 937|And why am I left all alone when I am sure 937|That all night long I've prayed and kept the thought; 937|And prayeth that God's love, His hope, His hope 937|In me for Him's own children, is not less 937|Than its presence in you; and why not _thou_ 937|Keep back with thee the tears I let fall?" 937|And he shook his head, his head "Aye!" and said: 937|"Nay," he said, "for when I leave thee to my will 937|I say -- 'Father, let me go from this side; 937|Thou wilt let me go!' And here thou art, O God, 937|And there is only sunshine on the earth and air, 937|And all the earth is bright and cool and fair for me 937|As is the world it encloses; but here and there, 937|Like as in clouds whereof are none, no clouds prevail. 937|My little friends, I've made this home a home, 937|And made it not a tomb but a fair and fragrant shrine. 937|My children there, who are only children yet, 937|I love with all a mother's love for children dear, 937|A little child may love another child, 937|But they that are of ======================================== SAMPLE 38330 ======================================== 4654|A tale of beauty, yet a tale 4654|With its most awful import. 4654|It was a story of love, 4654|Its meaning was beyond 4654|All mortal sages thought, 4654|All human learning, thought; 4654|Of faith, of truth, and love 4654|Which has a deeper tie 4654|Than all these learned men have tried, 4654|And all their powers have failed. 4654|The spirit that made it live 4654|Hath fallen on low and great, 4654|Fancy's sister-soul hath ta'en 4654|Unconscious life and breath, 4654|And has been taken there; 4654|And she has left a name 4654|For ever hushed and dark, 4654|Unwillingly willed away. 4654|But there was this to say, 4654|That all this mortal lore 4654|Should be but half revealed,-- 4654|That she hath been but here 4654|To make a deep impression here. 4654|But the old woman began 4654|To sob so low she seemed 4654|To give her soul a sigh,-- 4654|To lose all hope,--the power 4654|Of feeling, or of knowing 4654|What else was lost of that. 4654|For when she looked to earth 4654|She seemed to be but wrought 4654|Of something good and dread, 4654|For life and hope, or truth, 4654|Had been so vain and poor? 4654|But when a moment's rest 4654|She got from God she sought, 4654|She seemed to feel a strength 4654|Returned and still maintain'd; 4654|And she began to feel,-- 4654|I hope she did, a while, 4654|That all this earthly care 4654|And all the perils of change 4654|Were but the coming of the night. 4654|The old woman's eyes were blind. 4654|She strove, and strove, and strove, 4654|But never knew the spell, 4654|Nor ever could again 4654|Hold her soul so close and fast. 4654|The years are slowly stealing, 4654|Two little years and more, 4654|That had been toils of grief and sin, 4654|With a soft, mysterious air. 4654|But lo! a yearning seems 4654|Unto her heart divine, 4654|And she can feel the coming years 4654|With the sweet serenity. 4654|And she would live again 4654|That by her maidenly heart 4654|A deeper, rarer bliss 4654|Has left her in its gleaming sleep: 4654|There is a vision in this page, 4654|I can but quote it,--"O, come to Me, you poor, 4654|I am the All in me, not I in you,-- 4654|Come to Me, and then, my God, I am there, 4654|As in a heavenly city in the sky, 4654|Where a million slaves are, watching, wondering, 4654|With a silent sceptre in their hand. 4654|But a far higher, purer love of God, 4654|I do not tell it--I would not tell it. 4654|I dare not plead your innocence or fear. 4654|I do not ask your pity or your pity. 4654|I only ask your love."--'twas then she heard 4654|The singing of a song which came to her, 4654|And through the singing came a voice from her heart 4654|That murmured, asking, "Who is this sweet voice 4654|That is like the music of a harp-string's ring?" 4654|And she, with all her heart, made answer, "God!" 4654|And she heard, in the song, a voice of warning: 4654|"I have a friend who waits at the gate 4654|Of these young hearts that follow their wishes 4654|And follow the words of their false friends; 4654|A friend, whose light is in their idle hours, 4654|The dark angel of the darker heart; 4654|Who sees their eyes as in the sunset glow, 4654|Who sees their souls as moving in a dream; 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 38340 ======================================== 2428|We see the sky, we hear the tempests roar; 2428|And we admire the glory of an hour: 2428|O, what a world of pleasure is my own! 2428|For I have lived, and lived for ever thus; 2428|I've loved, and loved in pleasure more than pride; 2428|And the best pleasure is--to know myself. 2428|What will the great man, the great man say? 2428|"Ah, wherefore art thou human, woman wert thou? 2428|Say, art thou ever free from pride or art? 2428|Do pains, if not call forth thy virtue, strike thee? 2428|Or are passions more active, more intense? 2428|Or hast thou greater powers, or less displayed? 2428|Or canst thou to all the passions turn, confess? 2428|Or to all passions can the passions yield?" 2428|Then will he answer--"I must, am bent to prove 2428|In these same passions, what that power may be; 2428|In the same passion, what the man must feel; 2428|In the same man, what power can I attain." 2428|If some one asks him why he bends his choice, 2428|He answers--"Because, perhaps, when young, I knew 2428|I must, am made: I could not do a deed, 2428|Or write a line, if I endeavoured with fear. 2428|"Then let me see, when I shall live to be, 2428|This world, and all its powers, to know me well: 2428|I would not be an actor, or assume 2428|The part of man, in this busy world of ours." 2428|No wonder, then, if some man's passions give, 2428|And others do at times the power appear: 2428|The love of fame, the hate of censure bear, 2428|Our passions often conflict in the breast. 2428|The public man, with equal courage strews 2428|The dust in public places, but to show 2428|The public rage, and in the rage to die; 2428|So some men's ambition and their own must bleed 2428|In private hearts, and some, at times, live to fall. 2428|In vain he boasts of his great works in place, 2428|He makes much of his small fortune and his care; 2428|Of his great works, the public man will know 2428|No more than what he writes of in his 'Roll'. 2428|When, in that time when he shall see what lies 2428|Within the great Providence's small bounds confined, 2428|He shall not boast of his great works on earth; 2428|But shall be known, in public view, a fool. 2428|Then, if some man, as he walks through the street, 2428|In some great scene of glory and of time, 2428|Should turn to him, and, in a sudden breath, 2428|Pray for a moment for his great works to be, 2428|The man, if such his thought, may pray for the same, 2428|And in that instant fly from his true fame. 2428|Then, what is 'small'? Is that a thing like man, 2428|Forged in iron, and destined to endure? 2428|Not only not, but of but small account. 2428|If these, his little works, will be a strength, 2428|But the weak point? Well, God has a plan! 2428|I do not know the use of a word like a fool, 2428|Of the worst sort, but what so good, so good-like, 2428|As that man's work is, by His love to consist; 2428|The world will understand, if His wisdom have made 2428|A fool of man, by trying to make him wise. 2428|Let him boast his powers, let him play himself proud, 2428|His world will answer with a blessing, a prayer; 2428|And when he's dead, the silent world shall say, 2428|"He lived, and man was made, and man lived too!" 2428|Let him cry, and cry for his great name; 2428|Let 'em say, "He taught all learning to yield;" 2428|Let 'em say, "He wrought to make learning succeed, 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 38350 ======================================== 24334|"_Tib!_"--'twas his only hope. He never lost it, 24334|But, dying, could see no hope he'd find it. 24334|Then, when I think of him and his poor plight,-- 24334|A man with plenty, who never had hope; 24334|I wish that I had his soul when I died, 24334|Or some one I'd seen him in old times with, 24334|Or been with him in other times with him, 24334|To bless his luck, and give him luck again. 24334|I see his wife and children once a year, 24334|And they are three, and one is just a child-- 24334|Yet there are three in the same little room 24334|That play at table together just the same. 24334|He has not changed,--he has not changed a bit 24334|Since I saw him in his youth, and not a bit, 24334|But now he seems to us a little changed, 24334|And, when his little boys are just as good, 24334|And when they laugh and cry as he does these men; 24334|Then all his life is pure, and so is he-- 24334|I know he'd never be changed if I did. 24334|They say he once came by to see me, 24334|And so we sat like friends, and chatted, 24334|And, as I said, he lived so long ago, 24334|And died in fifty-three, I guess. 24334|But he was changed,--it's true, but he was so, 24334|So changed he changed himself, so changed and changed, 24334|That he grew angry, I think, to tell me 24334|Of life that was so very changed for him; 24334|I say he'd just begin to laugh and smile, 24334|When I beheld him as he did then, 24334|And, being in his seventy-second year, 24334|His eyes just seemed to laugh him for delight. 24334|And then his sons,--he had three--three sons there, 24334|All smiling, and all very gay; 24334|And, having once been children of his own, 24334|He now was filled with sweet new loves of theirs. 24334|And so he never spoke of life in this, 24334|But we sat down and made such merry talk, 24334|Talking of how he'd lived, and how he'd died, 24334|And how he kept his faith. I think his dream 24334|Was that it had been him again. 24334|Now, many a time, with all his best resolve, 24334|I think 'twould have been his death, though he must be 24334|A happier man, and in his time might be 24334|Still, 'midst his troubles, with his children gay, 24334|And wife and sons, and years that seem to him gone. 24334|He's gone, and not a soul he leaves behind;-- 24334|He's gone--but, like a lost comforter, here 24334|He sits, and we his memories can recall.-- 24334|'Twill wait till he comes again. 24334|He said: The best of me I left 24334|In these poor scraps,--the last of my best,-- 24334|The stuff he couldn't sell, the last of me, 24334|With words of "We're not the sort to refuse," 24334|Was it not words of "We will take it all"?-- 24334|And he was right: for 'twas all we had. 24334|But it's true, and it's plain in the light 24334|He didn't know it was, too,--and we, no less. 24334|I knew he wasn't, but it won't do. 24334|I'm glad he's gone; but I wish he'd come back! 24334|I've missed him terribly. 24334|He says: I've only mine the grace of mine; 24334|And that no other man's the better for; 24334|And he isn't--I doubt it. 24334|He's only mine 24334|The grace of his hand that I can trace, 24334|His smile is only mine, his speech is mine; 24334|And this is only his, I think, of me. ======================================== SAMPLE 38360 ======================================== 16452|The shield of Galesus, and the girdle of the king 16452|Of Lycia, whom the Greeks and Trojans hold. 16452|Pallas, she declared, that great Achilles bore. 16452|Then, to his feet himself uplifting his hands, 16452|He prayed; and Neptune, answering, thus began. 16452|Child of a heavenly mother, my desire 16452|Hath ever been, and time hath done no wrong, 16452|To give thee, to obtain thee, for my hand, 16452|My javelin-point, and my armour of brass, 16452|And all the spoil which, with thy father's help, 16452|Fruitful Argos held and fruitful Troy. 16452|No other gods had given me this fame 16452|But my own valor; but such fame thou hast 16452|In Argos, where the Lydian troops were slain; 16452|There mightst thou have found, and on the battle-field 16452|Gore-tendon cast him, and his bow unsprung, 16452|And his bright quiver, and his belt of gold 16452|Bled to its lintels and betel-nuts. 16452|But Neptune, ever-wise, hath evermore 16452|Sustained me, nor gives his counsel here 16452|To make me partner of a common cause. 16452|Yet in these words she spake; then sprang from earth 16452|Achilles, and, the herald of the son 16452|Of Telamon, the illustrious Polyneus. 16452|Forth to the thicket where the Trojans stood 16452|They led the noble chief, and from his seat 16452|High o'er his comrades he descended first. 16452|They drew him forth, the charioteer to whom 16452|The foremost place of honors in the fleet 16452|Of the Achaians; they brought the dame, herself 16452|The queen of all the field, and with her, in 16452|The form of an argonian, the bright cresset. 16452|He gave her thence into the midst of all 16452|The sons of the Achaians, and as they drew 16452|His head about, he thus, their ancient leader. 16452|Ye sons of Achaia! my illustrious friends, 16452|The glorious offspring of a flower of ancient race 16452|And lineage true, but by no care of mine 16452|Supposed, I welcome you to this your seat; 16452|For so hath Neptune commanded it once, 16452|And I verily deem it as he bade. 16452|But I, as old as Hecuba, who bare 16452|The gift, if no god have vouchsafed me thine, 16452|Will take you by the hand; for of greater force 16452|Than the weight of the gods themselves hath he. 16452|Then on the Thracian side brave Polydamas 16452|Led forth a mighty fleet, for that his arms 16452|Had made his limbs strong for all danger. They 16452|Lay close within sight of Pelion's hill, 16452|Till Neptune, lord of the storm-cloud'd winds, arose 16452|To ravage all, save only the Achaian fleet 16452|Of Ilium, from whom their country they withdrew. 16452|But when with slaughter of a field they saw 16452|The Thracian host retiring, some to stand 16452|Beside the banks of open Hellespont, 16452|And others to fly before the cars 16452|Of Ajax Telamon's self; for the Achaians 16452|By him, from Phoebus, and from Pallas both, 16452|Their hosts well-pleased rejoicing, drove them back. 16452|That other fleet the Thracians of Ulysses 16452|Lead'd forth, and he himself the charioteer. 16452|But when, as through the Trojans Ajax drove 16452|His squadrons, the Achaians first advanced 16452|To battle, at the ships of France was none 16452|Of all their captains brave, and none of all 16452|Their counsel like to his. Of Agamemnon, King 16452|Of men, they counsel thus: Ah! were we once possest 16452|Of all ======================================== SAMPLE 38370 ======================================== A day full of sorrow and of care 24840|And joy unspeakable, full of hope and fear,-- 24840|Yet with its rays, at dusk, full of splendour, 24840|Like a rose, all glowing with the dew, 24840|Or a star of God, at sunset, shining 24840|Through the heavy darkness. 24840|"I've heard them sing, 24840|The pensive birds who sing the night's delight, 24840|And in their songs they tell the tale of life's 24840|Oft-missed pleasure; and the tender tone 24840|Of their wild notes in time, and how their 24840|Lovers were true. 24840|"And the soft moon-beams of that happy hour 24840|Of life, so full of beauty, must have 24840|Been dimmed by time's sad sadness and cloud, 24840|And darkened by its sorrow; and again 24840|In a new light, through the dark, they cast 24840|A glory over the night's unhappy scene." 24840|All the songs of birds and stars that sing, 24840|And of their true lovers, to the night, 24840|Their voices, and their song, like tears they shed. 24840|"They are so true," 24840|Thus did Love and Fame their heart forespell 24840|When Love was born, with that sweet tongue. 24840|But to the stars, and stars of other days, 24840|We mortals, we who mourn, are doomed to part; 24840|But in the mirthful hour we know, 24840|As it goes by them, to sing by fits, 24840|And sing a song of some one dear face 24840|Looked out of this heart to be. 24840|And in their voices of woe and grief 24840|We must bemoan sweet Love's early birth, 24840|As, the flower's first withered hour, 24840|It dimly wanes away. 24840|And now that time is passing on, 24840|That life has passed over us; 24840|And every heart's a flower, and there 24840|Are those pure stars to flower for a night. 24840|We look to them for joy and mirth, 24840|But we are sad for flowers at last, 24840|And we must leave our love behind, 24840|And must weep till we can find 24840|Something to crown these sorrows gay, 24840|And when they fade they shine again. 24840|"Come, then, let us leave this life in sorrow, 24840|Sorrow that makes our lot less; 24840|We must forget the past, for the future waits, 24840|And our good days are gone. 24840|In the darkness and darkness let us sleep, 24840|And be glad of our lot. 24840|When the stars come out, be thankful that they sleep, 24840|For they are the lights that shine. 24840|They are the friends of every man, 24840|By whom the day-dawning is made; 24840|Let us love them more often, 24840|And make them more in power; 24840|So we shall stand more confidently by them, 24840|And never miss the sky. 24840|"They are all powerful, dear dears, 24840|And in their hand is power, 24840|But the world-power of Time shall o'ertake them, 24840|And the darkness of Time shall o'ertake them. 24840|"Time, whose darkness doth make us doubly blind, 24840|And his dimness, who doth o'erpower us; 24840|Let us try him, and try the world-power, 24840|In order that each earthly part may be 24840|The light from the sun, from the moon, from the stars." 24840|I thought I heard a song 24840|In the heart of the wood of the fern. 24840|"I know a song 24840|Of the world, and mine-- 24840|As she sings, of the world, of her fame." 24840|I found the forest, and knew 24840|Of the song of the song of the fern. 24840|I read the words 24840|When she sang, of the life within. 24840|"I know a ======================================== SAMPLE 38380 ======================================== 17270|I am a lover of womens love 17270|Whilst he still lives, I am a lover of womens love; 17270|I will find him who is the most severe, 17270|Not a fool, nor a woman that's fond of a cheat: 17270|Now do thou advise me, my Sire: 17270|For I nowise will I be such as I used to be: 17270|Or so I've heard saucy women say 17270|Thus, I may my whole estate save 17270|On them do not despair, my Sire: 17270|For they say, he shall lose all his estate, 17270|Who did on one only promise lie: 17270|That he his own sweet Loves would make 17270|He has now, for he cannot deceive. 17270|For they say, he shall be saved of his Loves, 17270|With an humble heart, and a faithful head: 17270|But his fortune it would never do, 17270|That so much wealth is left him by his dear Ladies: 17270|Therefore one word let them give him to fry, 17270|Of my sisters, whom he was wont to be wed to: 17270|My Sone, the good and the lovely Queen May, 17270|Who is now in sweet May-tide, 17270|When she was in her early life begun, 17270|And first knew shame and sorrow: 17270|That never should be over-borne 17270|By any man, as my sweet Sone, for this reason 17270|I'm sure he should not be such 17270|As all this hag could do him to offend, 17270|And be so pitikee to me! 17270|Then I'll make for him, in my mine owne bower, 17270|Whilst that he is in his prime, 17270|A chamber rich of all good things 17270|As that the world e'er did knowe. 17270|And I will make him for her a chamber, 17270|Fit to be seen in the face, 17270|And she shall with him keep all confin'd 17270|In the same walls and same goud. 17270|And I will make him a chest of small size, 17270|Fit to store his woful treasure; 17270|And she shall hold out earthen eies, 17270|To feede her fair wooers hunger. 17270|I will make him a chamber of fair moy, 17270|And she shall therein dwell 17270|And will be the Treasurer of all things 17270|Which she hath holden of worth: 17270|And I will also make for him a chamber 17270|Fit to be pight in the name of the NAMES, 17270|There shal he reside, and there rest well. 17270|This hath been done to my Sone, 17270|For his sake I have been my selfe a wedded man 17270|Since first I came to the realm 17270|Of thy dear love and thy grace, 17270|For to be his dear ladye. 17270|Then go with him and make his bed in his chamber, 17270|And guard him with true love: 17270|For if ever this thing be, 17270|That I have to say unto him, 17270|'Tis only for the same that I am true: 17270|And yet I will not say nere that a word I may, 17270|For I have heard saith that he is a false man, 17270|I'll be so bolde to say that to me he is such. 17270|The which I will not, my Sone, 17270|Be false to any afferme 17270|That shall afferme my name, 17270|Or any say that I may 17270|Or aught that may to you belong, 17270|And when I fye your good might 17270|I'll say in your disdainful eye, 17270|As I to you straightway mak, 17270|I wot you are my deare brother. 17270|O! then by my self I meane it may please you 17270|That I my selfe should be so kinde as to rewarde you 17270|For your great meede and your selfe of true chere; 17270|For in my selfe I should not want ======================================== SAMPLE 38390 ======================================== 24298|He seemed to be a young heart of the land, 24298|A bright and cheerful lad for duty. 24298|That morning at the court he did not say 24298|The very first word which mortals say. 24298|But, when that young heart heard that word 24298|That all must say, who do not say it right, 24298|How sweet to find a cheerful heart, true, 24298|And, being a young heart, to be a man. 24298|A heart of light! for when the crowd had gone 24298|All in an awed silence, as they stayed 24298|To say their prayer, he seemed to give consent 24298|'Twixt good to be good. "_We_ must do this well," 24298|He said, "and _we_ must do the rest together." 24298|That evening at the court he paused for words, 24298|But no one came; and when the music ceased 24298|He did not speak, but looked across the room. 24298|No words were spoken. Then he turned again, 24298|And when he drew the curtain he did not 24298|Say "Who shall speak?" "Who speaketh?" he replied. 24298|"Be silent all!" said Silence. Then, as he, 24298|Turning again across the room and shut 24298|The door, "Who speaks?" cried Silence. "Speech or dead?" 24298|That evening he stood in the Court and saw 24298|The Bench adjourned to consider the Cause, 24298|The Defendant, and the Jury of Justicers. 24298|And then a whisper, "We are waiting--waiting!" 24298|And, lo! a LOCKED RAIL of MEMBERSHIP! She was here 24298|Before him--the crowd, the music, the crowd, 24298|And, as he turned, he felt again the sway 24298|And tug of silence, as if the watchman loosed 24298|A CAP OF MEMORY, the crowd parted ashe 24298|From some great Throne and from his own alone, 24298|And each stood with memories up for list'ning. 24298|He heard no more that murmur; but he knew 24298|They'd heard he spoke, and knew it was not he. 24298|His soul was aching, for no words were spoken, 24298|And now this list'ning list'ning would not do. 24298|He looked abroad upon the crowd, his own; 24298|The friends he'd given, had given only him, 24298|And none had counted that day as he had earned 24298|Ten thousand cheers, or fifteen thousand eyes, 24298|Or twenty thousand others in the train. 24298|He'd done them honor. They were his own-- 24298|Some day he would return, and seek them out 24298|And say their deeds were less than they'd counted. 24298|He paused. He was so sad, so proud, that he 24298|Grew cold with love, and there was none to grieve 24298|For those who'd given him laughter, that he'd call 24298|To mind the many lives of youth to lead 24298|To that sad station whence the worm descends 24298|And the dim past takes its dim present self, 24298|A minglement of the earth and air. 24298|One moment he gazed across the sea 24298|Of sorrow he'd saved; then, with a sigh, 24298|He turned away to the silence once more, 24298|And felt he'd nothing else to do but rest. 24298|So when the sun was setting, and the moon 24298|Was slowly sinking, and the great grey clouds 24298|Were drifting with dim light across the sky, 24298|And a still silence all mankind did greet, 24298|And from his seat the Benchman rose and went 24298|With bowed head, watching for a gleam, a sound, 24298|To show the night was ready for the day; 24298|A ray of light across the crowded street 24298|From his own lamp made the dim sky bright, 24298|And at the corner of the street a step 24298|Made all the place a moment's business, 24298|And he cried "I call for peace!" and the world 24298|Stood blank as if too busy to reply. 24298|And as ======================================== SAMPLE 38400 ======================================== 13650|And he said: "You must make me a pie!" 13650|So he made it as fast as he could; 13650|Then he had _some_ pies, but _not_ one was like _that_! 13650|The children's hearts it was like to beat, 13650|The mother's heart it was like to melt, 13650|For she said, "It is delicious!" the while, 13650|She thought it was dreadful _that_ she was mad! 13650|The father said, "It's delicious! oh! 13650|I never can think of that before!" 13650|The mother smiled and said, "It's delicious! oh! 13650|I never can think of that before!" 13650|The baby said she'd "eat it all, I vow; 13650|It's delicious! oh! I wish I were dead!" 13650|But when he said, "My papa, won't you?'--O, 13650|I saw her stifle her mouth and choke away, 13650|And I cried out, 'You have eaten it all, I vow! 13650|'Tis delicious! oh! I wish I were dead!' 13650|The child's tears were in her dimpled cheek, 13650|In her dimpled cheek a lovely shine; 13650|And she smiled, as one who some delight is crowning,-- 13650|She smiled, and said, 'It's delicious! oh! 13650|'Tis delicious! oh, I wish I were dead!'" 13650|They laid her on the bed so still and light, 13650|But she turned her head and looked at them instead, 13650|And died in their arms. The children wept, 13650|The parents sobbed, and none came near to kiss; 13650|And that was how a happy boy became 13650|A happy girl whose very name he changed; 13650|And that's the reason why I call this boy "The Madman." 13650|_Now the children were seven, eight, nine, ten; 13650|And one little day they went to play: 13650|He smiled at them all, 'No naughty things! 13650|You mustn't touch my things, nor cry at me! 13650|'For I made you, whenever you've played, 13650|All sorts of mischief, not a bit less 13650|Of ugly things, you mustn't touch at all, 13650|And ugly things must never cry at me! 13650|And they said with one accord, "Oh, yes!" 13650|And one said, "Please, yes!" and one said, "Why, yes!" 13650|And one said "Hear me carefully!" 13650|All cried and cried together._ 13650|They said, "That is what the Madman means!" 13650|"That's quite natural," said their Father to them. 13650|"And that is why I'm called the Madman! 13650|Why, here are my things, which you must see, 13650|All quite clean and sound and new as new can be: 13650|I made them yesterday, you see, 13650|For a holiday camp for naughty boys." 13650|Each child was fed, clothed, and filled with toys: 13650|On a nice little raft the raft flew; 13650|And the raft flew back again to Father 13650|For a proper mast and sail. 13650|And the father said to his little children, 13650|"It is time we were going, really, 13650|So you all ran and hugged each other, 13650|While I changed the clothes--just as I like 'em; 13650|Some in a row, and some in a row-ply-- 13650|Some in a line and some in a TRIPPLE!" 13650|Now this is how a holiday camp was started: 13650|The children all played on the green 13650|In miles of waving, lovely grass: 13650|And there they danced till the daylight ended, 13650|And there they sang in their golden glee: 13650|And there they ate whatever they wanted, 13650|And left the clothes and all that pretty errand,-- 13650|So, here they were, all in their proper uniform, 13650|Each little fellow his dress, patch, and pin, 13650|And all in a row, for a holiday camp, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 38410 ======================================== 20956|On the shore of that unknown sea of 20956|Farther, farther, Love! 20956|And I know that the last time of his 20956|His longing that must not yet be gratified, 20956|In the far sea of youth's desire, shall come 20956|When the last sail of the morning breeze 20956|Steals into the island-island of my heart. 20956|I, who have loved too well for woman's love, 20956|Who have lived but to enamored one alone, 20956|Who would not be worshiped of any throng, 20956|Shal bring all a-flutter of emotions to the thought. 20956|"But I have loved that the great sea of love 20956|Deeper is, and the wave of its love 20956|Is ever flowing higher; 20956|And I have felt beneath my feet its waves, 20956|So that my life has ever been a glade, 20956|Its sorrow ever been a sea, 20956|And its beauty always been a dream. 20956|"I have found in the waves of the sea-gull 20956|The tide's-tail pearl, 20956|And flung it in a thousand ships of old 20956|To sail with ships of earth; 20956|And I have seen young men's hands reel and thrust, 20956|As the glories leapt and fell, 20956|From the great gold of the stars of the sea, 20956|To the great gold of the pearl. 20956|"I have heard the sea-gulls call in the dawn, 20956|In the eve, at the end of the day, 20956|And the golden waves have lain all a-leap 20956|In the dawn when dawn is born. 20956|And I've caught the waves singing and calling 20956|In the twilight as the night comes on; 20956|And I've seen the sky look up and smile 20956|Through the silent heavens of sleep." 20956|What have I gained by the way I came 20956|I asked my soul, I said to mine: 20956|"I would ask no further, my dear, 20956|Nor ask any higher thing; 20956|The question is no burden, it is joy 20956|To know the thing that is." 20956|I said to my soul: "Now tell me not 20956|About the things beyond the sky; 20956|But it is good to keep me in tune, 20956|And keep me feeling for the rest." 20956|"My soul," said I, "I will not ask or see, 20956|For the things that are not or near, 20956|Are sweet unto the senses as the sound 20956|That is not." The soul answered: "Sweet is bliss 20956|For all to know the deep and blissful things." 20956|How many a word of truth 20956|Came into her mouth, and pealed 20956|With a sound almost like a lark; 20956|How often she looked up, 20956|And laughed, and looked away! 20956|Ah, this was a happy way 20956|To prove a woman's soul! 20956|But now, alas! she did not know 20956|If she was sweet or bitter, 20956|When she lived and loved her lord 20956|And loved her Lady dear. 20956|How many a day she stood 20956|And looked through a broken glass, 20956|And saw the truth afar, 20956|Or heard the voice of God! 20956|And yet she had no choice 20956|But to love well and hate, 20956|Because her Lady laid before 20956|Her heart what none would take. 20956|Thus in this world where none can see 20956|The hidden mystery, 20956|One woman only might receive 20956|The hidden power of love; 20956|Who took no guile or guileless guile, 20956|Nor feared to do amiss. 20956|And therefore was she deemed so fair 20956|And well because that she bore 20956|No guile-bereverings, nor a lie, 20956|If she could only love. 20956|How many a night he strove 20956|And struggled with his fancies; 20956|How often did he sigh at noon ======================================== SAMPLE 38420 ======================================== 8187|"Ah, that we did not 'scape from him, 8187|"Who 'gainst thee in war and fight 8187|"Has proved the peerless valour of each young heart, 8187|"And made--at least my life,--a faithful friend!" 8187|Now 'tis the day of triumph, 8187|The trumpet sounding wide, 8187|The army's coming shining 8187|In its loud trumpets sounding. 8187|Now they rush down the steep,-- 8187|The bold troops--to meet them go. 8187|Now they rush down the steep, 8187|And meet the charge--a wild confusion fills the court. 8187|The king, as 'tis his right 8187|To act, by nature's sway upholds, 8187|Has, in the spirit, his ministers sent 8187|To send a force to meet the martial train, 8187|Which, in the midst's loud din on ringing housetops, 8187|Might yet have broken the walls of Taurus' reign; 8187|Now look you, beauteous courtiers--beauteous courtiers all 8187|As though you had been chosen by your Fortune-- 8187|So they come in, white-hot, with sabres well-beaten-- 8187|Like arrows from the scabbard sharpened to strike, 8187|The heroes of old Scotland, that famous force. 8187|Like arrows from their scabbard sharpened to strike,-- 8187|And, in the midst's loud din, 8187|Like heroes, as they stand, 8187|And watch the loud cannon roaring, 8187|And strike their lances through 8187|The brawny arms of the foe, 8187|A storm of lances loud and long 8187|Are shot out of their scabbards bright; 8187|Then from their scabbards gleaming bright 8187|The red men fly 8187|Like flying birds of fire, 8187|That make the heavens their prey; 8187|And those that stand behind 8187|To face the foe before,-- 8187|They seem as if they knew it not, 8187|For many a brave, stalwart arm they fling 8187|Like wild bees to the sun's rays; 8187|Which from the hoarse-toned cannon's roar 8187|Fall still more light and gay. 8187|So, while the monarch's army moves 8187|Where'er their fancy leads, 8187|Be happy the brave men of Aulis! 8187|Not those that wait the herald's sign 8187|That tells the hour to bend,-- 8187|But those that first, when others wait, 8187|Take the bold chance of the ball; 8187|And those that last are made 8187|To stand till fate sends them from the fight. 8187|Oh, let him not in time 8187|Who, in the field of battle born, 8187|Sees in his childhood's home 8187|The foot-stool of a rival prince 8187|With more of worth than him!-- 8187|Oh, give him not to see 8187|The hand that first hath won the throne 8187|Struggle for power again. 8187|No! while he waits for glory, 8187|Fold the proud boy in time, 8187|And raise him up to stand 8187|In the strong arm of the right. 8187|So shall his soul be blest 8187|And still be blest with truth, 8187|Whilst in that boyish eye 8187|The sunshine never dies. 8187|But a moment--then, dear friends, while I 8187|Achieve at length this high design, 8187|Let not desponding grief disturb 8187|The spirit that must soon be yours. 8187|Let not a sad, black cloud be cast 8187|O'er bright dreams of life to be, 8187|And, while my pen I pour, 8187|O'er all that you are bestow, 8187|Pour out, a warm wish for rest. 8187|O, let not a death-like sleep 8187|Bring round the hour when I-- 8187|The joyous heart, who, in my breast, 8187|Wondered at life and rest-- 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 38430 ======================================== 3698|The great world to behold.-- 3698|Tho' but a child at first, 3698|It grows at once a boy, 3698|With science on its hand, 3698|And life to keep its days 3698|In science and the sky! 3698|The boy that loves his kind 3698|Becomes at once a man, 3698|The boy that loves him self 3698|Turns from the world his friend, 3698|And for himself makes right, 3698|Bears with him every care, 3698|Each sorrow and each joy, 3698|A heart that's strong as steel, 3698|A mind that's fast as flame. 3698|The boy that loves his kind 3698|Till he finds his end doth yield 3698|His fondest wishes to fulfill, 3698|And then, by friendship's aid, 3698|His only friends aspire. 3698|By learning's aid they gain, 3698|In many a field, themselves known 3698|And other friends besides. 3698|This good and noble Boy 3698|Loves them all, but most himself; 3698|Loves with a loving pride, 3698|And makes his whole renown. 3698|The boy that loves his kind 3698|Is such a gentle thing 3698|That Fortune's hand that shakes 3698|The world's bright banners down 3698|Hath ever held him fast 3698|As her fair children are 3698|In his great loving interest. 3698|In this world of ours 3698|There's nothing so sublime 3698|As one's self in its highest part: 3698|The world is happy when 3698|One's self is all to be. 3698|A fool that sees a happy world 3698|Cannot be happy very long. 3698|The poor man's hope is but 3698|That the poor man's riches are. 3698|Who, though the very poorest of men, 3698|Finds, as a God's good blessing, the rest. 3698|For what is happy? Happiness, 3698|The bliss of all in perfect rest. 3698|The wisest man is but the best 3698|Of good and evil that may be; 3698|And the most just man's that is blest, 3698|As some are more than others, is most. 3698|The good man's name no more shall lose, 3698|But ever be a name of shame, 3698|That fools may say his life was ill, 3698|And guilty wretches still its good. 3698|The wretch that lives, to himself may say 3698|The life that is the best of pains, 3698|For who by good and evil shines, 3698|And lives content, is sure of peace. 3698|But wretches, vain in words, may say 3698|That God is all that's good and fair. 3698|Who's wise, the great man's the best of swains, 3698|Whose goods have value by himself, 3698|In whom all needs are satisfied, 3698|And all is well, and all is fair. 3698|Wise men, of themselves, the better know 3698|The good and evil by their hearts, 3698|And know themselves more happy than man. 3698|Their good name no more shall lose, 3698|But ever be a name of shame. 3698|It is, however, when we give our hearts away 3698|Our all in the service of happiness, 3698|The happiest and the best belong to whom 3698|Gives of himself all he can make and use: 3698|For he is least affected by the storm, 3698|And less affected by the snow and frost; 3698|In the forest and mountain is there not 3698|A clearness beyond a sense of dull dull 3698|And hollow ache, which to his ear gives a lukewarm 3698|And lifeless touch, which it doth not give at all; 3698|Nor, when he lies in the cold, in his arms, 3698|Can he keep his peace, as he might have done. 3698|Who loses himself, for himself loses all. 3698|The good man, who keeps himself within bounds, 3698|Grows in the same proportion, ======================================== SAMPLE 38440 ======================================== A little green rivulet 1165|That winds around the woodland 1165|As one goes down the road before them. 1165|When I was young and careless, 1165|And thought of nothing but play, 1165|I heard a voice say, meseems, 1165|"Boys, prepare for travel." 1165|The sun arose in the west, 1165|And to the inn we went, 1165|The fire was brightly burning, 1165|She lay awake all night, 1165|Feeling the cold in her breast. 1165|In her hand she held a crook ... 1165|He had the shape of a man, 1165|He spoke softly, saying: "Pick thee 1165|A card from the box, sir." 1165|And I will gladly give thee 1165|That one, if thou wilt -- yes ... 1165|"Sir," she said, "I do not care, 1165|I only want a ring." -- 1165|"A penny, sir?" he said, 1165|As he shook her dollar bill. 1165|She took it from her finger; 1165|Then she looked at me fair; 1165|And the tears fell fast and dark 1165|As down she tossed the coin. 1165|As I leaned on Uncle John, 1165|Feeling the cold in his breast, 1165|I looked across the hall, and saw 1165|A little girl on the floor. 1165|The house was bright and bright 1165|And the light was faint and dim; 1165|And the wind was blowing, blowing, 1165|In a manner quite unmannerly. 1165|In the door she stepped with one step; 1165|"I want a dress for Annie," she said. 1165|The girl was warm and warm, 1165|And the dress was out of the fitting. 1165|I walked to the window, 1165|And I said to her, "Mind you 1165|And Annie Brown can go with me, -- 1165|We must go up town as well as the other." 1165|Annie came with a smile, 1165|And she turned and went inside, 1165|And we heard her say with a "Won't! Won't!" 1165|And her sister stood beside her, 1165|And her sister's eyes were bright. 1165|We knew she was not unhappy, 1165|For she put her finger in her mouth, 1165|And sucked on a golden toy, 1165|And she squeezed it, and she looked 1165|Like the queen of her nation. 1165|"Go down the street, and call 1165|The neighbors round about her." 1165|And the girl was smiling at John, 1165|And telling how good little Annie 1165|Was behaving with that gold finger, 1165|And that golden hand, and dimpled chin, 1165|And lips where laughter shone. 1165|He turned to go upstairs, 1165|But I said, "I shall not go; 1165|I shall not go at all. 1165|I said, "A little child like thee 1165|Should never be afraid to cry." 1165|He cried, crying -- and we made him a swaddling-clout, 1165|And hung him up in the chimney like a one-time child. 1165|And Annie said, "Now don't you worry -- I'll go now," 1165|For the chimney-sweeper was dreadfully cold. 1165|And John cried, crying -- and it blew outside. 1165|And Annie spoke up, "If I'll be so bold, 1165|I shall go too -- or else I'll stay here." 1165|But a girl is too wise for a fool. 1165|And we said to ourselves, "Why can't we 1165|Be going to church every day?" 1165|We've a little girl to call her own, 1165|And that's all that matters to her. 1165|We are three farmers, old and wise; 1165|And when the world grows dim and gray, 1165|And olden sorrows are asleep, 1165|They whisper us a tale to make, 1165|And, when they come to pass, that's what they do. 1165|And if no time goes ======================================== SAMPLE 38450 ======================================== 8786|Now I was with them, and beheld an hundred dames 8786|In shining vests come thronging through the courts, 8786|Astractive as members of the choir of heaven. 8786|Into a well ere here arrived we stood, 8786|Beneath whose springs the rivulets issue here 8786|From th' enkindled flame; and here I from the wave 8786|Returnd my laggard course, observant still, 8786|Gazing aimless; for the mount never re- turned. 8786|"O thou my glory! (then I said) who by 8786|The converse of sweet lips art divine! 8786|If living flesh thou be, wherefore hidden? 8786|Tell me, and I will tell thee, where impell'd 8786|The virgin hurry? where she was carried?" 8786|Amphion next: "She was convey'd by winds 8786|Along the outer blind, nor once look'd back, 8786| Nor twice: but, descending, o'er the world 8786|Went down into the world's wild deep, where place 8786|Hath ever known the ignorant. Strain meanwhile 8786|The suff'ring mantle thou mayst bring forth, 8786|Strain gently, and renew thee with the sun. 8786|Now lay aside thy staff, and bow the head; 8786|For beverage needs the sponge, and water only! 8786|Within the sacred wicker-jars lay 8786|Great elephants, each crown'd with stars divine; 8786|And others on refluent ribs rested, 8786|Or slept within the pool, as bird on herb. 8786|Benign sleep they fated not to regain, 8786|Till from beneath the penance great and small 8786|Sun, and moon, and air, and water, should be fix'd 8786|To claim their due: then should from churn, and vat, 8786|And wash, and wine, and oil, and vinegar, 8786|Their swoll'n, and bleating flocks, restore them to life. 8786|Now on this wise I lear'd, reading in the scrolls 8786|Of ancient authors certain events, 8786|That prove but barely the verity 8786|Of what now I learn; so much the greater wonder is, 8786|That those times were so long unkind to you. 8786|But let us not our promising fall too far, 8786|Lest, moved already by other warrants, 8786|We swerve before one of our own warrants; 8786|For in one star we had two presiding, 8786|Both of them manifestly heav'nly. And when we 8786|Had thus our private star, we turn'd to the right 8786|And came upon the last, where light is none. 8786|Perchance in order that my walk thus long 8786|Had made me distant, farther I should turn my 8786|Hopes, but that I recall not; for I then thought 8786|Already of the gorgeous foldings of St. Peter 8786|Above our heads: but other marvels now I 8786|Observe, which rise from other causes, sights 8786|Alternative, and so entirely o'ercome 8786|My memory, that with fatigue and sorrow worn 8786|I even now must end my talk, where I began 8786|From a true Witness, eye-witness to all." 8786|After suitable thanks, they parted, I 8786|Setting myself to go, from those high steps 8786|Up to the chariot, as the Prophet once said, 8786|"That on the very seat of Power and might 8786|Appeared." Quickly upon my feet I mount, 8786|And panting feel the ascent; before me rises 8786|A mass of admitting air; on either side 8786|The earth lies level, and the sun bows down 8786|His countenance, from which both heaven and earth 8786|Perceived, and all the spiritual world, displayed. 8786|Op'ning his countenance, God to me bespake, 8786|As one who breaks a fast not seldom fasted. 8786|And that test which on the cross the lion felt, 8786|When commanded to give up his prey, displeas'd 8786|Ienef; ======================================== SAMPLE 38460 ======================================== I heard a voice, loud and shrill; 3239|Through the dim, silent night I saw 3239|A shadowy figure with a torch. 3239|I saw how the cold night grew white 3239|How the red flames burned to gold, 3239|How all the world grew pale and wan; 3239|How the little stars took flight. 3239|I saw how the earth, red in blood, 3239|And the black night, with its cares and fears, 3239|Was as the shadow of a man; 3239|And death seemed nearer every hour 3239|As the first shaft flew by the fire. 3239|And now I hear the steps of Death. 3239|As of a trumpet I hear Death. 3239|The shadows of men are on the hill. 3239|The night is cold, too cold for love. 3239|"If I had been your mother, mother dear, 3239|"And had had all of me," O maiden-wild. 3239|So my heart will wander o'er yon dead. 3239|The night is cold, dear mother dear, 3239|We have been too warm, 3239|But now we walk abroad, 3239|When the night is cold. 3239|By the moonlit sea, O mother mine, 3239|We'll stray and rest, 3239|And when the night is cold, 3239|We'll lie in peace. 3239|"Oh, hush, hush! the night is cold!" 3239|Said the silent sea, 3239|As it lay so still I lay. 3239|O, never heard I true, 3239|Never shall I see again, 3239|Strange, strange moorland voices, all so mute, 3239|Pleading to listen in the night. 3239|If in the old year's sleep 3239|I heard the night-wind breathe, 3239|How should I wake to hear 3239|The low voices plead? 3239|The night is cold, the night is cold. 3239|The night is cold to the living, 3239|The day and the light, 3239|The song and the light, 3239|The wind and the night. 3239|Cold on the hillside grey, 3239|And cold upon the lake, 3239|And cold and cold the earth-lands, 3239|Is that lonely, lonely place, 3239|Where never a foot-print lingers 3239|Upon the snow or the snow-plain, 3239|And never a hand shall grasp 3239|The finger, 3239|Or the brow, 3239|Or the cheek, 3239|Or the breast, 3239|Or the soul, 3239|Or the light. 3239|There is never a hand but mine, 3239|For the lips that are pressed 3239|With their souls' blood-bought. 3239|Then the lips of him there, 3239|Who is warm and so fair, 3239|So young with his maidenhead, 3239|Are their prayer for evermore, 3239|The love within them burns; 3239|And if he knew it is God's will, 3239|With his heart's and his joys 3239|For evermore. 3239|The birds are nestled in the shadow, 3239|The clouds gather and hold 3239|The flowers from the garden-bed, 3239|With the lark's wild-song and whistle. 3239|Oh, little birds and butterflies! 3239|How have you come to be flying, 3239|And flying, flying! 3239|And little flowers, and little grasses, 3239|And little dew-drops white as milk, 3239|And the great, wide, blue sky overhead - 3239|It is, it is! 3239|For I know _he needs to fly for ever_, 3239|And fly for ever! 3239|He's got to fly! 3239|That's why I sing to you so tenderly, 3239|And wonder and dream--what, is it you'll remember? 3239|It's in your eyes I know, and my heart's so glad, 3239|I could forget! 3239|I know I'm glad, 3239|When I go home and see the garden lies bare, 3239 ======================================== SAMPLE 38470 ======================================== 615|And left him desolate, in his own town, there 615|To be a guard to her whom he kept at fee. 615|"For many months the lady, without change, 615|At this without stint, nor let the matter be 615|Henceforward, since her life was in the power 615|Of the mad ruffian, on his wife, alone, 615|Pressed, in her chamber, for her to remove, 615|Until she came with all the worldly might 615|To drive that creature from her house forever. 615|"When she, the cruel, with such fury spied 615|Of Aron one evening on the way, 615|She feared to say her say about her son 615|Was as much of fear to him who, since, hath fled 615|Her, as the sight of a new death to me. 615|For with that word, which should my anguish have 615|Discharged upon my spirit, she, who knew 615|Her little son in safety, lifted up her head. 615|"And then she cried, 'My lord, when Fortune frowns, 615|A king, no less than a Christian, comes; 615|And if the father whom I lost, ere this, 615|Be slain, I am not left to my dismay, 615|But, in the sight of heaven, shall still be there, 615|And in the church, with the saint have a place.' 615|"Not knowing what more to say, or why to cry, 615|In that deep silence of such agony, 615|That I could scarce a syllable in that, 615|To her I bore it, and could hear no more. 615|But, hearing that the sun would set and rise, 615|She, with her tears upon her bosom wet, 615|Breathed forth her woes upon the dying day: 615|And, by the night upon those sorrowful eyes 615|Respite and sleep begot, she willed my tears 615|To gather in, so that she never dies. 615|"Then said she to myself, 'Since I behold 615|So grievous but short time, when my soul shall go, 615|I will, to calm her sorrows, my own die, 615|And give her, when her heart shall break and reel, 615|That I my kingdom will in one little year 615|Sow to a lady, and one year, shall rew. 615|And for she in her soul had such a bliss 615|I will not of my kingdom be dissatisfied.' 615|"She dying, she to her son I gave 615|(And never sorrow has the power to move 615|The stubborn heart of a bold knight) to take 615|The place which she to death from death had won. 615|She is the daughter (I with wonder read), 615|Of a good cavalier, who from her head 615|Slew her infant in the midst of her foes: 615|Nor she, who of this cavalier is blind, 615|(Her eyes that beamed, I saw before I thought) 615|Had other thought than what was causeless well, 615|And, on the morrow, (for she with me had wended) 615|Did I, in all her worth, her virtues display. 615|"That thou mayst know who I am, and wend, 615|That thou beware, when, with a sister's son, 615|Thou'rt of such kind friends, the common road, 615|And may not fear to meet me in thy road, 615|Let here thy pity and my heart relate, 615|And what my family was, ere I spied 615|My brother's lady-love, a mortal flame. 615|"That thou mayst be assured, when I depart, 615|'Tis for no other purpose than to show 615|To thee the cause of my departure; nor 615|That I am dying, or may be alive. 615|I will my own is now to death decreed, 615|And by my sister's death alone remain. 615|I cannot, then, of this unhappy ill 615|Proving, to excuse myself, am bent: 615|But have myself decreed in this despite 615|To be the messenger who shall convey 615|My message to the sister, if conveyed. 615|"When, at the close of day, the shining sun 615|And constellations' circling bodies close 615|Upon the sea-shore, where I before ======================================== SAMPLE 38480 ======================================== 1322|A few, no more as yet, have entered the circle of the living, of 1322|women who are living, or living now have left the circle and have 1322|entered it, and thus are made an object of study in it of the very 1322|best and the worst of us, the best of whom are the only two 1322|the worst of us and the only two of whom have been written by any 1322|man. 1322|The new man, with his eye upon man, who is the chief man in the world, 1322|of whom, for the most part, nothing remains. 1322|There must now be a new beginning, a new order of things, 1322|they speak at the same time, 1322|I would put forward my convictions in language not difficult 1322|in order to describe their effect, but the reason is quite adequate, 1322|and I proceed. 1322|The man in the room who rises to look about him stands upright, 1322|with the light-held gaze directed to the wall, as men who 1322|are dealing with the truth, 1322|He stands erect, and his body gives a clear indication of strength 1322|for the next struggle. 1322|If I put forward my convictions in accordance with the rules of 1322|experience I should have a strong and convincing argument; but 1322|I have no one argument now; I have a group of opinions, 1322|which, to use religious language, are idolatrous, heretics, 1322|allishka'-wish'gigis', which I think is absolutely absurd, as people 1322|who are dealing with the truth. 1322|The only one who stands even a little forward of himself is the 1322|doctor, now the patient, and then in his office. 1322|We must remember too, however, allishka'-wish'gigis', that to 1322|persist in the truth is to accept to believe. 1322|The two other men are the two students who, when they are alone, 1322|are the two men who are the two men who remain in the room. 1322|If I only could have the opportunity of dealing with them, I would 1322|deal with them, deal truthfully, explain to them, in language which 1322|will appeal to them as a man dealing with a wife, and to them as 1322|a man dealing with a sister. 1322|The new man, with his gaze upon the wall, who is the chief man in the 1322|room, now has the advantage of the eye, and of the voice which 1322|seems not to have been thrown away any longer. 1322|He is in the midst of his experiences, with the help of language, 1322|and of a sort of mental reserve which helps the 1322|others when they are dealing with the truth. 1322|I should like to be the man who has the opportunity of dealing with 1322|the man with the light-held gaze. 1322|I do not say that men are always liars, or never liars, but 1322|I would like to be the man with the light-held gaze. I would 1322|I want to remain a man with the light-held gaze, I have but the 1322|skill to be the other man, and to be that man who has the opportunity of 1322|the man with the light-held gaze. 1322|If I had the opportunity of dealing with the man with the 1322|light-held gaze of his own eyes, I would not refuse to do so. 1322|The man is not to be despised with a scornful look; he does not 1322|obey orders, and his life is not a prison, and he is not, as the 1322|man with the light-held gaze assures us, under control of 1322|institutions, and the laws. 1322|The one thing he must do is to look upon himself and feel the one 1322|thing, and not look for new orders without having heard the one 1322|thing, and accept the one thing without taking measures for any 1322|other. 1322|If I could have the opportunity of dealing with any man, I would take his 1322|opportunity on the condition that I should show him the man with the 1322|Light-Touch Sesame! 1322|Look, my little man with a light-held ======================================== SAMPLE 38490 ======================================== 9889|My heart was a-dying in the midst of them, for I'm so tired and they are so kind and 9889|I thought that a new miracle had come to the little village at that 9889|In the midst of all the splendors of revelry, 9889|The little village stood mute and lonely in the glare 9889|Of the great revel, and its members remained still there. 9889|And I thought that in this revel the Saviour's name 9889|Had perished for aye, and it seemed the earth had lost its 9889|Wisdom, and all the beautiful, rich, and wonderful things, 9889|And all the great marvellous wonders of life--had been 9889|Brimmed full of falsehood. 9889|I said, "The Savior of our people has gone away 9889|And he is dead; and the Saviour's great story we 9889|Do not believe;--and the old stories of life--have died 9889|Asunder,--and the new, which are more ancient yet, 9889|Have not yet come into being; and if the great 9889|Miracle of life which we believe in cannot arise 9889|From all the old seeds we have sown into being, 9889|How can the great story survive but according to 9889|Its Nature, or its Nature only?--We who are tired, 9889|And all are tired, I know, with this world of pomp and 9889|misfortune. We wear away our hearts and leave 9889|No wealth for others. We too early are ripe and not 9889|Yet ripe for having to work--as we used to do. 9889|We are in such haste to be in the path of our own 9889|Development, that no heed we give to the fate 9889|Of other men's souls. We are in such haste! No wonder 9889|If in our dark moments of sadness and silence 9889|We throw our burdens upon those who still may be 9889|Worn out with suffering, or have lost their eyesight 9889|To the touch of the light of the sun. We are in such haste! 9889|And oh, but the longings for the future of life 9889|And of happiness, and of beauty, are infinite! 9889|They are infinite as the vast and infinite sea 9889|That stretches from East to West, and never turning 9889|Back in its infinite silence! There's naught is so 9889|Entire, or else in its measure all things seem 9889|As they are in the world; but oh, if these things 9889|Even in the vastest space of silence must 9889|Contracted be, in the quietness must be 9889|Bound back and formless! They seem at best but shadows-- 9889|For there are shadows everywhere, and they make 9889|The world less real, and the soul smaller, and, I 9889|Must own it, an infinite darkness hides the stars." 9889|At night I said: "Ah, well, if Life has been good 9889|It would be better thus. Let us but follow the laws 9889|That Nature gives, and we shall then have the world 9889|As truly ours as this poor little earth. 9889|"But oh, if that great Power whose coming was so sure 9889|And such a time ordained, must now, at last, 9889|Receive his recompense!" A little while 9889|I listened, and the thought went through my brain, 9889|With its vague vision of grandeur unknown; 9889|Then burst forth from my breast--'tis the Lord God-- 9889|And this I will whisper from the lips of my song: 9889|"Life is an endless mystery of mystery 9889|"And the reason why we are here is that our God 9889|"Hath been at the gates of Eternity's gates 9889|"And entered, and waits to open them now. 9889|"Life is not for the vain who wait the sign, 9889|"Or herd with the mortal in every life, 9889|"But for the strong who stand and strive for birth. 9889|"Life's reason is not for the weak who think-- 9889|"It is for those who stand in darkness and grief 9889|"And stand on the brink of the final word." 9889|A few days later, the night was still, 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 38500 ======================================== May thy voice be heard on the mountains, 30672|May thy voice be heard through the forests, 30672|Mingle with the thunder, blend with the fire, 30672|Let it come, O Voice of the mountains! 30672|O Voice of the woodlands! let it pour 30672|From the clouds and o'er the vales! let thy voice 30672|Fill the earth around with melody! 30672|When the voice of the mountains and woods 30672|Sings from the river, let it flow 30672|Through long, dark glens, when o'er earth it gushes, 30672|Through the forests to the lake and plains; 30672|While the voice of the earth is heard from the sky 30672|On the stream's edge and in the wind's wings. 30672|Thou art heard, O Voice of valleys! 30672|Thou art heard far, far from the city's sound, 30672|Thou art heard where no noise disturbs the soul; 30672|When thou singest, 'tis in tones that cheer 30672|The heart into faith and hope; 'tis a word, 30672|That melts away all sorrow and doth cheer 30672|The soul to sing, and when thou whisper'st sing, 30672|The voice of the mountains and woodlands speak. 30672|Thou art heard, O Voice of the clouds! 30672|Thou art heard in the white clouds of the sky, 30672|Thou art heard where all earth is white in sound, 30672|Thou art heard where no sound disturbs the soul; 30672|Thou hast mingled with the sigh of the pine 30672|And the rippling waves of the bright cloud bed; 30672|Thou art heard o'er the mountains, thou art fair, 30672|Thou art free from all discord and stain, 30672|Like the voice of the mountains and the woods, 30672|Thy voice is peace to the winds and the waves! 30672|O Life of Things, is this thy song? 30672|And what the word that fills thine ear? 30672|How shall I hear it, and where? 30672|With what eyes can I behold it? 30672|Is this the voice thou tak'st in mine? 30672|Is this the light I see o'er thee, 30672|That makes my soul so glad and glad? 30672|There must be life on earth, 30672|Something of all things dear-- 30672|Life, and light, and song,-- 30672|And Life is all! 30672|For ever and for ever--fate and will; 30672|For man's life hath but one bound--to die. 30672|Thine eyes grow dim with tears of pain; 30672|Farewell, fair land that wavest wings 30672|Like a young maiden's locks, 30672|How long must I pine for thee! 30672|Away, away, for I am free; 30672|Life is too short for thee, too light a dream. 30672|Yet--but--I love thy sky and meadow still, 30672|O'er-gladdened and too weak for this cold earth; 30672|O that in the bright embrace of morn 30672|I might as free and joyous lie 30672|As when I wedded thee! 30672|O sweet, fair face, with all the smiles divine! 30672|O eyes that make the heart most beautiful! 30672|O golden hair! Oh! how I yearn 30672|To break the spell of thine enow 30672|Upon my soul! 30672|O Love, canst thou forget, when first I woo'd thee, 30672|To bid me to thy bed an open grave? 30672|Thou wouldst not turn, though sorrow did me harm, 30672|Bold to resist the will of Death. 30672|And I may look back over all my years, 30672|And sigh, that I forget as surely now; 30672|And my heart may answer--'How couldst _thou_ forget?_' 30672|No! I shall never cease to weep and yearn, 30672|And I shall seek, as now, the grave again, 30672|But still, in spite of Death and the tomb, 30672|The sweetest memories shall live in me. ======================================== SAMPLE 38510 ======================================== 2294|To my heart, for it may be that there _is_ none, 2294|--I am not ready yet to leave yet this scene. 2294|There is my mother who, while my heart stands still, 2294|Is listening, and there was I there when it was clear, 2294|As she told me, but to my ears it seems to ring 2294|Who have heard it; and the sound of a man who cries, 2294|My mother! my mother! I think that you are old. 2294|What would we of the earth do, if we were alone 2294|Upon the only shore between earth and heaven. 2294|"There were five of us, O my friends, there were five 2294|On the last limb of the last hand I laid my head, 2294|And it is all the worse, O mother, for you. 2294|There were five of us, and there are not one of you 2294|Will leave the village at a sign of friendship's name. 2294|I, you see, have been a ghost, father, and mother, 2294|And this is all I get, O what could I do? 2294|Never more shall I walk down the village lane 2294|With my heart in my hand, O what can I say? 2294|And there is death upon the village street." 2294|My father answered, "My child, there is no help 2294|For the long, long-suffering to-day. 2294|The year stands still, the dark day's shadow lies 2294|Upon my father's brow and you. 2294|"There was only grief before, and the long pain 2294|When my child grew sick, and he stood by the door. 2294|But when he died, the grief was over, and death"-- 2294|He looked at me and we stood, as one in pity, 2294|And then turned to the other two and sighed. 2294|He asked me why I was so sad. 2294|"I do not know at all," I told him, in the voice of a child. 2294|And then through his tears I spoke again: 2294|"I do not know why I am so sad. 2294|"The night and the day are sorrowful, and your years-long pain 2294|Has made you ever so to each other still less wise 2294|In the long years of sorrow that lie between us." 2294|There is pain in loving, but not in killing; 2294|No pain is bitter, but not in drinking wine 2294|From a broken hand, that doth no more rejoice 2294|Than when in a night of sleepless years 2294|It was smitten on by a thunderstorm. 2294|No pain is bitter, but not in killing, 2294|As the night and the day, a happy life apart, 2294|Are suffering, and sorrow, and love, and life, 2294|And the year's long labor, and the task at hand, 2294|Are nothing, until it is done, and done so 2294|That, being done, the life to be, all bliss. 2294|There is pain in loving, but not in killing; 2294|For the death of God must be love's death. 2294|The year stands still, with the weary, 2294|And the night stands still with the weary, 2294|And our dear May is not here. 2294|There is never a leaf upon the tree 2294|Of the earth till the year stands still, 2294|For the year's long labor and the work in hand 2294|Are pain with a double price. 2294|There is pain in loving; 2294|And love's death was the best of loving, 2294|And the light of life's brightest day 2294|Is pain, with a double price. 2294|The child lies sleeping in his blanket, 2294|And the mother sleeps in the corner, 2294|While the father is lying off to sleep 2294|In the room that is so cold and full of noise. 2294|And the little father sits, in the corner, 2294|With the bed all shabby and torn, 2294|And the mother in the corner all alone 2294|With the baby in one big heap. 2294|"There was sorrow in the morning, 2294|There was sorrow in the ======================================== SAMPLE 38520 ======================================== 30687|Wise, wise, and calm as fate, 30687|Though that hand to my brow did bend, 30687|But the spell was all unbroken! 30687|And, with that voice of calm dismay,-- 30687|I, who would have gone with him, 30687|To the old, lost land afar-- 30687|I, who should have loved you back, 30687|I, who had been dead, forlorn 30687|With the love and strength I lost, 30687|Till now, in the deep unknown, 30687|I, who loved you in vain, 30687|I, who have loved you so long, 30687|All my life long and well-- 30687|And the whole dark city woke 30687|For the last time since the day! 30687|_Who shall remember us?_ 30687|--But whom shall we remember? 30687|We who have loved a time or two, 30687|Still to one--if memory can-- 30687|Who have loved us out of heaven. 30687|He who loved us then, so well, 30687|Still to many--if memories may-- 30687|He who loved us there, with him, 30687|Till the city of dreams began, 30687|Till he had lived for nothing or for nothing all his life, 30687|Till the dead years were cast in the dust and forgotten now. 30687|He who loved us then, so tenderly, 30687|We must not forget him yet. 30687|--But whom shall our soul remember, 30687|Even in death, in the end? 30687|For we would have known that love still, but knew it not, or never, 30687|--And the old, forgotten land afar, 30687|All our life long and well-- 30687|And the whole dark city woke, 30687|For the last time since the day! 30687|To your land, my mother, 30687|That your heart recalls me, 30687|As mine, your sons recall me, 30687|In the wild old days I wandered, 30687|On a sea of long ago, 30687|O'er a land where sea-waves broke: 30687|They call it the isle of my birth, 30687|And the stars in their glory wave 30687|Over my head, to and fro, 30687|In the land of my birth. 30687|But my heart is a part of the sea, 30687|O my mother, of the sea. 30687|In the night that breaks and goes 30687|In the mist or the shining sands, 30687|When one dream is to be found, 30687|In the land of my birth. 30687|There are voices of dead men, voices of dead men, 30687|From the sea-strewn paths and the sea-walls, 30687|On every dead-branch and seaward-branch, 30687|In the land of my birth. 30687|There are children sleeping in the light, sleeping in the dawn, 30687|In the bright and long ago, 30687|Of the far-off, windless isle where my blood is their kin. 30687|There are dreams of sleep to them, and to me, all dreams of the night, 30687|In the land of my birth. 30687|To you, my mother, my father, my children, the years have come 30687|Ere the light of the eyes can bring any dreams for your eyes, 30687|In the land of my birth. 30687|But the voice of my mother, the voice of my father, the voice of all 30687|Are there in my dream, and they, their souls are the same. 30687|They call to sleep on the wind-swept shore 30687|In the land of the last-born, 30687|To the land of my birth. 30687|In your land, so weary, so weary, 30687|Where the sea-winds blow, 30687|In your land of the dead, 30687|Who love you, who love me, 30687|Are sleeping and waking, 30687|Are longing and waking, 30687|In your land of the last-born. 30687|_O to be with you, the sea-birds, 30687|On the high seas blue 30687|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 38530 ======================================== 19385|I am so lonely, yet I think I'll sing, 19385|I'll chant my hymns to glad the hearts of all. 19385|I'll wander thro' the vallies of the plain, 19385|In the wildness of a solitary woe, 19385|And I'll walk all night the lonely ground, 19385|And wail my wretchedness to every hill, 19385|That can answer, till I wail it far away; 19385|But though I weep and repent it far away, 19385|It cannot fade from me; for I'll cry on, 19385|Till my heart's heart break, and my breast grow cold 19385|Till I hear my children wailing near. 19385|I thought my love was gone with parting sighs, 19385|'Twas gone like morning, and 'twas hid with the dawn, 19385|But here it is never to return again, 19385|It lies by Heaven, the only thing on the green; 19385|The wind sighs sighing in its leaves around, 19385|Where all the rest is lying, and that's where 19385|I found it last; and yet I'm thankful yet 19385|There's nought by it that can make it happy, so 19385|I will give it back to its grave; for there 19385|It resteth with its fellows, as they lie by day, 19385|That the wind sighs sighing in the pine trees by the sea; 19385|But oh, the sorrow that's to befall the heart 19385|If you shall go to yonder world of sighs, 19385|And learn that its stars of happiness lie dead. 19385|I heard a thousand little voices say, 19385|(Their eyes they were dark and sad and small), 19385|Their prayers to God, that they were far away, 19385|Heaven grant my soul that it may never know 19385|Sad dreams and sorrows of the summer rain, 19385|When I am glad to see it melt away. 19385|I was a little child; 19385|My mother died the year I was born; 19385|I lived in the grass, 19385|I murmur'd round the sunny hearth, 19385|I ran about the garden wild, 19385|So little and so woe-begone. 19385|I could not call my name, 19385|But every where 19385|Came a glad sound of laughter, 19385|A sound of laughter close by me. 19385|I listened, and murmur'd all; 19385|My limbs were so weak; 19385|The air was so sweet and fresh; 19385|But, ah! to my wondering ear, 19385|There was but an ear for no such thing! 19385|I was a little child; 19385|My mother's body they laid in the grave; 19385|Her soul 19385|They brought me, 19385|In the little coffin made me, 19385|And I never shall leave this life again. 19385|I walk'd to and fro, 19385|And still I never saw 19385|The door that opened on the green; 19385|I never heard, 19385|As from a far-off tree, 19385|The breath of an angel's singing; 19385|I never felt 19385|As when I first drew breath, 19385|As when, in the prime of youth, 19385|I kiss'd the cheeks of little girls. 19385|I never ask'd 19385|What life unto me were, 19385|As those dear eyes 19385|Said unto me, 19385|"My little child, that kneel'd there, 19385|Come unto Me and learn; 19385|All ye who toil, 19385|All ye who strive, 19385|Come unto Me, and I will give you rest." 19385|Oh! the poor little house of my youth! 19385|I'd like to turn it into clay, 19385|To build a wall above my head, 19385|And fill my heart with stone! 19385|I'd make it so small and shapeless, 19385|In the centre and the centre 19385|It must rest on the earth; 19385|But then the sky will rest on it, 19385|And the cold stars will look ======================================== SAMPLE 38540 ======================================== 1279|I'll think, tho' I had none to spare, 1279|Of your little wifeie 1279|My head will soon be oer the power o' joy; 1279|I'll mak' some, but I'll tell na thee 1279|What I lo'e best in life. 1279|The best and choicest, thro' life's span, 1279|Is the wife, my bonie dear: 1279|The best and choicest, in every state, 1279|Is the wife, my bonie dear. 1279|The wretch wha blames life on a wife, 1279|Gars meaze my body's bluidin; 1279|For the sole thing she hath in worth 1279|Is the wife, my bonie dear. 1279|The sinner that doth despise 1279|The word of God and wood, 1279|Afore he do commit a sin, 1279|Is ay ay the man I mean. 1279|A bonie lass was my dear, 1279|A lassie wham on I abode, 1279|In kail-yards sae narrow was; 1279|Gude nicht sallruen me and her, 1279|I trow, whar the devil she was. 1279|She had nae mercy on her wame, 1279|For mony a weary year and more; 1279|Gude nicht sallruen me and her, 1279|I trow, whar the devil she was. 1279|I set a man upon the hop, 1279|To worser grow, he ploughs the same, 1279|And wearest baith a' his heart's blood, 1279|And wealis' words do mak' him sad. 1279|Gude nicht sallruen me & her, 1279|I trow, whar the devil she was. 1279|Chorus--Good-bye, good-bye, to you! 1279|To your bonie face I swear, 1279|I'll ne'er mair steal a tear frae you: 1279|The maid thou tookest for Lear, 1279|I swear, she's but but a jink. 1279|To your bonie, bonie face, 1279|I swear, I'll never gie, 1279|A wife to wear, a chlot for wear; 1279|And though she's but a chlot ae jink. 1279|To your bonie, bonie face, 1279|I vow, I'll lo'e thee lang or five; 1279|Though little value thou hast, 1279|Anither fourpence shalt thou lend. 1279|To your bonie, bonie face, 1279|I vow, my heart I'll leave a', 1279|Whate'er betide, I'll think it nae shame; 1279|Weel-a I'm owre glad to pay 1279|Thee the gowden vow that thou didst plight. 1279|To your bonnie, bonnie face, 1279|I vow, thou's nae guilty now, 1279|For lang may'st thou wield a sword 1279|That shall gie thee thy dearie. 1279|Good-bye to you! Oh! my word's sign'd! 1279|A gude word, a gude word is due; 1279|Be bonie Lily glad and iverywhere, 1279|Lily sweet, be bonie to me. 1279|Behold how far we're raised, 1279|How far we're raised up to be; 1279|The sun's a-stand and weel we're gree'd 1279|To be the first of our kin. 1279|To be the first of our kin. 1279|To dwell with a' men where they dwell, 1279|To live with them when they are gone, 1279|To see them when they maun depart, 1279|To hear them when they maun gae. 1279|To see them when they maun depart; 1279|To hear them when they maun gae. 1279|To be nae fear nor frown, 1279|Nor nought mislok ken when they're awa, 1279|They'll come again--anither whence? 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 38550 ======================================== 27126|In the world's long run 27126|Not God's but man's has been the worst. 27126|It is in vain to boast the golden days, 27126|There is a golden moment in the track 27126|Which time, the cruel, has denied. I am here 27126|At the end of a golden track. I am close 27126|To the end of it--that is clear.--I shall reach it, 27126|If God grants me grace and a great purpose. 27126|You, my friend, this is the end of the story, 27126|It does not matter if you turn or not. 27126|It is in vain to seek, 27126|For all who seek, the end 27126|Of an end so fruitlessly as this. 27126|It is all in the long run, 27126|It is in vain to boast the golden days. 27126|How it befell! 27126|If I should tell you the whole truth, then 27126|I should do wrong. 27126|God has said, 27126|Be fruitful, pray day and night, in prayer, 27126|And multiply, 27126|And fill your vessels, and burn incense 27126|On the great altar, and make day and night, 27126|And the stars shall light up the heavens high. 27126|Who said in the golden age 27126|That the world would cease from evil 27126|And that sin would be forgiven? 27126|And how did that befall? 27126|The great prophet, the king, in his youth 27126|Stretched out his hands and touched God's throne. 27126|And sinners were called to meet the king. 27126|And many fell, 27126|And their feet were stricken, 27126|And their voices went up before the king. 27126|And the King said, "What are you doing?" 27126|But the angels were not called to meet, 27126|But they came, 27126|And in the midst of the mourning 27126|They stood in the air, and cried in a golden voice, 27126|And the King said, "I will not kill you; 27126|I will give you paradise; and this is the answer they brought: 27126|And a King shall hold the world, 27126|And a Kingdom of the King, 27126|And shall worship at the altar of the Lord."--(Isaiah cxviii. 4.) 27126|And they took him to a place where he would not be slain, 27126|And they gave him sleep. 27126|And the King said, "How could I let you die? 27126|How could I let you take a part in this dreadful day?" 27126|But the angels heard. 27126|And they said, "Let our hands above your head 27126|Treat for a little while, 27126|Treat, till you feel the pain, when God shall take you from him." 27126|"They said, 'You will fall from us, but not to hell.'" 27126|And the King said, "I will not be cast down." 27126|And the angels lay him near a throne of gold. 27126|And the King said, "You cannot die, but I will fill both your hands." 27126|And he lay with the angel's wings folded o'er. 27126|And the King said, "But I will keep you here with me." 27126|And the angels said, "As I go; but stay here with me." 27126|And the King said, "I will be your spirit's friend." 27126|And they took him to a place where he could see and hear, 27126|From the height of the throne, from the depths of the pit, 27126|The souls that pass, and the voices that cry. 27126|And the King said, "Let us go." 27126|And they took him under its shadow and shade. 27126|And the King said, "You will go hence to your soul." 27126|And they brought him into the garden, and he saw 27126|Ere he took his last look upon the light 27126|There is one whom I hate, 27126|Whom I hate, of all mankind. 27126|I hate not the body; 27126|Hate is the evil soul. 27126|A friend I hate 27126|That stands ======================================== SAMPLE 38560 ======================================== 12286|The first night, when I was born, 12286|I was not happy. 12286|O, then I saw my mother's charms! 12286|My little sisters laughing! 12286|Sitting by their mothers knees 12286|And gazing at the moon, 12286|When they were little like me. 12286|When I was home from school, 12286|My father, to sooth his darling, 12286|Lay by at night like one at rest; 12286|And, with his ragged old coat 12286|And his shrivelled hands, 12286|Sneaked softly by the wicket 12286|To gather up my things, 12286|To kiss me in the door. 12286|I would to God, 12286|I would forgive him 12286|His old and ragged coat! 12286|His feeble hand, 12286|In his old old coat! 12286|And my poor, shrivelled hands! 12286|And the poor, shrivelled hands, 12286|In the sleeve of that coat coat! 12286|And the poor, shrivelled hands, 12286|And the sleeve of that coat; 12286|And never a word spoke, 12286|Or a frown of pity 12286|In the heart of that old man. 12286|Then I took out my knife, 12286|And I smote him with it, 12286|In the back of the neck like an enraged deer: 12286|And when I had done, I bade the old man good-by, 12286|For he was a glorious name among men, 12286|And had never been so noble a man. 12286|_I was going back to town, 12286|In my pocket solemn, 12286|There came a handsome good-morrow, 12286|But it seemed no sin to drop it, 12286|And run after you, 12286|In your riding-coat. 12286|There I saw my father 12286|Passing in state along, 12286|That gallant Good-father-- 12286|That gallant old man._ 12286|_If you love me, say you love me; 12286|If you hate me, say you hate me; 12286|If you suffer, say you suffer me. 12286|To win the heart of woman, 12286|Wear a smile every day; 12286|And so to win the heart of woman 12286|Let your sorrows be smiles._ 12286|_That man who loves his servant, 12286|The man who loves his maid, 12286|Does well; that man who loves his maid, 12286|He does make good cheer._ 12286|_I am that man that's named 12286|But as a name to grace 12286|One of your house and kindred: 12286|But as a name to grace 12286|One of your house and kindred; 12286|As a name to grace 12286|One of your house and kindred. 12286|You, fair daughter, I see, 12286|Have many children; 12286|Youth, Hope, and Love too, 12286|You may have. 12286|You may have children; 12286|You can give them all to me, 12286|You can give them all to me. 12286|You can give them all to me, 12286|You can give them all to me, 12286|But if you do they shall 12286|Be children too. 12286|You can give them all to me 12286|You can give them all to me, 12286|For you have all the same 12286|You have all the same. 12286|You can give them all to me 12286|For a good name or bad, 12286|And still they shall not die, 12286|Shall not die, shall not die. 12286|And in your house, dearest sir, 12286|Shall it be Heaven, or Hell. 12286|And in your house, dearest sir, 12286|Shall it be Heaven, or Hell. 12286|_Who built this roof? What builder got it rafter and frieze?_ 12286|Build it up, my lady, that we both 12286|By the same roof shall be clothed alike. 12286|I'll laugh if you shall not laugh, ======================================== SAMPLE 38570 ======================================== 1365|And made our own. Oh, how the earth-born souls 1365|Are stirred and shaken by the magic of Time, 1365|And the change that comes with time! We are moved 1365|To wonder what our lives might be; that here 1365|We may see and feel, beneath the world's light 1365|And shadow, the presence of each other. 1365|Now, as the hour of night is calling you 1365|To your eternal rest, I know that you 1365|Have dreamed above your cask the dreams that you 1365|Will dream of all the long to come. The air 1365|Is laden with flowers that you shall remember 1365|So long as you drink of it, the odors 1365|And smells and sights of which you were the possessor. 1365|And while the sunset red and the last train 1365|Passed slowly down the street, there hung in heaven, 1365|Above your sleep, as though in answer to your prayer, 1365|A sign with golden flowers and flowers arranged 1365|In a wide garden of the sky. 1365|There, day by day, 1365|It seemed to me I gazed and watched 1365|The shapes below the sky, the shapes above. 1365|The shadows and the shadows, from east to west, 1365|The forms which seemed to lie concealed from sight, 1365|The form which never yet had entered in, 1365|The form wherein you and yours had been betwixt. 1365|When in the evening I arose, the last train 1365|Had left the platform; and the evening light 1365|From the great window was slowly stealing in 1365|And, looking through the narrow gallery, 1365|I saw you standing in the embrasure 1365|Of the box whence the light streamed into the hall, 1365|With eager voice imploring and saying grace, 1365|As though you were your own prayer recited aloud. 1365|And the old trunks of wild-flowered vines, 1365|Which through the long summer days were swinging, now 1365|Gaped for a moment, and I thought I heard 1365|A rustle in the air; perhaps a rustle 1365|Of garments in the garden! I was lifted up 1365|Unto a higher plane of consciousness, 1365|And thought that I was flying, though I saw no sky 1365|Or other object to occupy my view. 1365|And so I stayed the dram of amomallow 1365|Which you had brought me, but I did not quit 1365|The vision which still clung to me like a vine, 1365|And with a touch so close and passionate, 1365|I felt myself a moment seized by the spell. 1365|But there's no need to wander more, 1365|My heart, my Love! still holds that potion-cup 1365|Which, when it has been steeped in sleep, 1365|Sets all our cares to music, and our fears 1365|To peaceful forgetting, and the sorrowful soul 1365|To ecstasy, and the troubled body 1365|Unto calm and slumber! I will set 1365|My lips to yours again, and let you pour 1365|Life's essences into it! And shall 1365|One moment be for me, the end of all,-- 1365|To feel no more love and watch no more sun! 1365|The song which was to me 1365|A theme unto itself, 1365|Bowed from my heart to stone, 1365|And left me lonely, alone! 1365|I know not, I, if once again 1365|I may speak. Only know 1365|That, where no lips can win 1365|My lips to clasp once more, 1365|I watch, and watch, and wait the end! 1365|You may say, "No more! 1365|No more! for all may say, 1365|'He who should leave thee here, 1365|Would find thee dying in his hall:' 1365|Then leave us!" Leave us. Leave us. 1365|Leave us to our rest! 1365|No hand may reach your hair 1365|On earth's last shore, and die! 1365|Your eyes, which had the way 1365|In their calm presence, are ======================================== SAMPLE 38580 ======================================== 3023|And so to-day, you know, it was my pleasure 3023|To take thee out within yon little cot, 3023|And show thee all the things I've done to-day; 3023|Of which no smallest part, I fear, would fail, 3023|If thou wilt grant my service once again. 3023|I know, my friend, with something, I own, 3023|Of difficulty and pain, the business of the day; 3023|I know by experience, that time still runs 3023|For eagerness and pains to its own succeeding. 3023|A thousand hours I've given, so we agree 3023|Our mutual comfort is such we can but keep, 3023|If things should ever fail, as they have done, 3023|I can no more than be, and so should you! 3023|Oh! in that little cot was little comfort found 3023|Than the old stone-built wall here you behold, 3023|A monument to one who died of grief 3023|And sorrow, but of the same old time. 3023|My old companion, ye shall see him soon 3023|Upon this garden-seat a-begging naught; 3023|He is the same who to yon door did come, 3023|A-crying in the storm, or on the grass 3023|Blowing a plaintive, plaintive game of flies. 3023|'Tis he who to the wintry town has come 3023|His presence still and active to bestow, 3023|And to this simple plant, one might be fain 3023|And happy all the summer to endure, 3023|To which a thousand hours it bears such power, 3023|That with the grass it gives the green its hue, 3023|And with its scent, as I do now relate, 3023|So warmly felt the sweet remembrance of that day. 3023|Of other days he would but live and die. 3023|Then could this boy (whom e'er misfortune sears 3023|And heeds not what is done by others though?) 3023|So happy then, and still the same, 3023|If what I wished might be accomplished: 3023|But then I knew I yet would see him near. 3023|This night, at least the day were coming soon. 3023|No better means could there be to see him, 3023|Then to the house when I had leisure there. 3023|Of some thing I have said, I now to you 3023|Must truly say again, what I have said, 3023|And make you see you still the first and best. 3023|And so to-morrow I will go myself. 3023|I'll give thee every thing that may be needed, 3023|Nothing will hurt, and I've everything there. 3023|Then in the night return to me as soon, 3023|What thing you've seen, and in the morning see. 3023|My best regards to old Paolo. 3023|So turns the day. 3023|And what can all the world conceivably 3023|Thee give us,--with a word of good cheer 3023|To wake us in the morning, or to keep us? 3023|Nay! that the day is come, the night has come too, 3023|Sits our beloved Lord and Master here. 3023|Come, joy of days, to all, 3023|Of all who pass or struggle on 3023|Through this long way, of life most dear, 3023|With light so clear and clear a day! 3023|The heavens look down upon you here! 3023|We've wandered from our starting-point, 3023|Of all we have, the least to you, 3023|And what can all the world conceivably 3023|Thee give us, with a word of good cheer? 3023|Yet, still from morning till the break of day, 3023|A thousand hours, a thousand nights, 3023|We've seen the sun so far from earth-- 3023|The clouds, with clouds about their brows, 3023|That now on earth so many days, 3023|And still in heaven, the evening star, 3023|Of light so bright, so pure, so true, 3023|So clear and clear--your sun's own light, 3023|At sunrise or at ======================================== SAMPLE 38590 ======================================== 5184|To the distant country led his people; 5184|Thoughtfully the hostess of Pohyola 5184|Listened to her aged husband's orders, 5184|There directed all her people's household 5184|With an understanding mind and powerful, 5184|With an artful, decisive judgment. 5184|Wainamoinen's wife prepares the fire, 5184|Lays the hearth-stones in proper order, 5184|Ties the carpets well together, 5184|To anvils takes her suit of armor, 5184|Armour of the finest fabric; 5184|With these weapons she embarking, 5184|Wakes the sleeping wind and seaweed, 5184|Wakes the swamps, and ditches beneath them, 5184|That the neighbouring mills be hastening 5184|To produce her rich-wrought sledges 5184|Larboard ships she builds upon water, 5184|Hacks her keel upon the masthead; 5184|In the stern the water lantasy 5184|Is to shape the vessel's bottom; 5184|All the masts are hollow to the oaken, 5184|And the sails of balsa wood fabricated. 5184|Thus the magic Wainamoinen 5184|Formed the magic Sampo in his dreams, 5184|In the dismal Northland forests, 5184|In the darksome Northland mountains, 5184|In the courts of Sariola, 5184|When at first the ancient hero 5184|Built upon the ermine's coloring, 5184|Built the Sampo, blue in Tunxis, 5184|In a hollow in the hill-side. 5184|In one part he built the eagle, 5184|On the falcon's feather rested bird; 5184|In another part, the sea-born _furies_, 5184|In a third part, the sea-nymphs living 5184|On the heaped heaps of buried rock-cliffes; 5184|In a fourth part, the savage monsters, 5184|In a cruel part, the sea-snakes, 5184|On the rocks that fringed the streamlets, 5184|On the sand-dunes of the ocean, 5184|In the shaggy ground he built the tiger, 5184|In the teeth of reedy Misura, 5184|With the teeth of forty seven years old. 5184|When his strength had scarcely failed him, 5184|Still his time was needed evermore, 5184|And the hero, wet with tears, 5184|Went again to view the fantasy; 5184|Viewed the tiger, built by magic, 5184|And the sea-deities resting 5184|On the rock-built ice cave in the ocean. 5184|As he journeyed on his journey, 5184|Came a voice from off an island, 5184|Came an echo off the waters, 5184|Language neither savage, nor magic, 5184|But of man's rather-advanced wisdom, 5184|Once among the Ale House-fellows, 5184|Gleaming-winged, and wing-mailed men, 5184|Who the sea-winds caught and quenched their cries 5184|On the rocks of Pohyola, long years ago. 5184|Thus the ancient Wainamoinen asked: 5184|"Tell me why ye fly, serene-voyaged, 5184|In these seas of magic melody?" 5184|From the rocks a sea-bird came tumbling, 5184|Master of the merry harp-players, 5184|Pearl-favored, wondrous bird of magic, 5184|With the neck and breast of sable plumage, 5184|Land-arrayed sables and his plumage, 5184|Faithfully he laid his finger 5184|On the loose strings of the magic harp-players, 5184|Fetters the lyre of his fingers, 5184|And he sings these measuresilled questions: 5184|"Why, why move from your native place, 5184|Why move here apart, five hundred 5184|Lands, all in one journey begun, 5184|Why hasten to this distant shore, 5184|Why not come by waves to shores reliquing?" 5184|Wainamoinen thus made answer, 5 ======================================== SAMPLE 38600 ======================================== 1030|Thou wert ne'er in the least afraid 1030|To go and be their guard, 1030|But as far as could betide 1030|They took thee with them, 1030|And they made thee take part in 1030|Their treason against thee; 1030|And they did so that they got thee 1030|Not free from them, 1030|But to go with them along 1030|The rest on the wall; 1030|For they did to them so freely 1030|That in a while they were gone, 1030|And many a time at eve 1030|Thy Master did advise thee 1030|To be thine own Keeper, 1030|Which might be scarce a day; 1030|For as soon as they were gone, 1030|And they took thou away, 1030|The King of the whole kingdom 1030|Slew Richard, and swore it by, 1030|Both Clarence and Lancaster, 1030|And took his right hand off 1030|And his left hand off off 1030|To strike-twice slay him. 1030|The King hath now no right to 1030|Keep any man here, 1030|And many a good man doth die, 1030|For it doth well prove thee, 1030|That thou dost not the best 1030|Keep men in England. 1030|Now it is a great difference 1030|Now, in this matter, 1030|Whether we keep an English man 1030|Or not; 1030|For a thousand years of blood 1030|Is but small gain unto thee, 1030|If thou don't the thing keep; 1030|But if thou turne the man 1030|To thy master, 1030|And bring up that devil, 1030|"And many a time thou didst lie 1030|And many a time 1030|I would have seen thee, 1030|To tell of the thousand yeres 1030|Which I did have, 1030|And of my men that fled 1030|Far on the other side, 1030|And how I was to thee 1030|So many times; 1030|And how I suffered, but 1030|My strength grew dabbled o' blood 1030|And I doe not recall 1030|The other sides of it; 1030|But, God wot, I recall it 1030|Too well for remembrance. 1030|I never saw thee more 1030|And wishe I had; 1030|But I doo not much regret 1030|That I have dyd; 1030|To have my heart upbore 1030|With that same devil, 1030|Who so now strikes 1030|My face, and tels me that thou wilt 1030|Goe to my death, 1030|A man who is not so fond 1030|Now of thy words, 1030|As what thou spak'st of me, 1030|Who thy servant hath been, 1030|And hath been to thee. 1030|As thou may'st call me dear, 1030|Thus much I shall say 1030|That, my deare Love, I can tell 1030|The name of a most bewitching lass. 1030|For since thou cam'st not before 1030|To comfort me at night, 1030|It hath brought my heart a bit 1030|To think of her I love: 1030|Whom if she see, she will grieve, 1030|And we shall be woe for it. 1030|Now that she hath the glass put 1030|To thy face, this is the way 1030|To show it, and to say, 1030|My dearest one, how sweet 1030|Thou art to me and mine! 1030|And if that she should tell her 1030|The cause thereof, I dide 1030|Myself to tell her, and I'll 1030|Put on my shoes and gaiters 1030|And go about among her bairns, 1030|To have my heart with her giue 1030|The Devil his due, and leave 1030|My life one hour with her stilled. 1030|Nis the Devil I mean; 1030|And that thou must confess 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 38610 ======================================== May the dark and stormy night 2732|With the first dewless sparkle greet! 2732|The day! oh! that sun! how high it has risen, 2732|Oh! how high 'tis set below! 2732|The sun! how he hath cast and dimmed his beams! 2732|How bright 'tis set and sunk below! 2732|To think the sun 'd be a-spinning the world! 2732|My little boy, they made him a great big star. 2732|He wore a big green coat, and was covered well, 2732|And each day he had a great big ribbon to tie. 2732|Now, when his coat was all laced up, 2732|He would sit there and look at the sky. 2732|The little boy, as proud as can be, 2732|He took a great huge stone and just popped it out of his chair. 2732|And as he looked at the sky, 2732|He said to himself, "It's very nice!" 2732|And when it got very dark, 2732|He'd say, "I wonder where that is?" 2732|And every night when the clock struck ten, 2732|The little boy, he said to himself, "It's too cold for tea." 2732|He was always told, 2732|With a very large shock, 2732|The little boy never went to bed, 2732|For he never woke up again. 2732|I have always wished that I were a giant stone, 2732|With a great big stone all over me; 2732|I would stretch over the universe, and be free, 2732|Or else go into a giant stone, and lie still. 2732|But my wish has been denied; 2732|So my cronies and I go in search of a giant stone. 2732|Weeping, all weeping, through the house I walk; 2732|My cronies say, "You will go on dying, will you?" 2732|I said, "I don't care if I do; 2732|I can die, as it is great fun to do so, 2732|So I will, and it will all go on while I am here." 2732|But no, this wish having been denied, 2732|"You can ask any number of giants here, 2732|To hear, to see, to talk and all of that, 2732|And I will tell you now just what I would like to hear." 2732|Now the first giants who were standing near, 2732|Said to me, with a great deal of stare, 2732|They asked me, if I knew what I was about, 2732|And I told them, if I could only get, 2732|I had a wish to get, and that was to see if I could." 2732|Well, this was what he said to me. It's no 2732|That I wish for to die 2732|To see the sun at dawn--but I've a wish 2732|For the giants to see, 2732|And for to see the sun; 2732|For me to throw myself into a giant stone; 2732|For giant stones are good 2732|When you get so bold 2732|That you can see heaven, 2732|And heaven, you see, there, is just as blue 2732|As it is here above you. 2732|This is what he said to me: The sun looks so blue, 2732|That I'd like to die, 2732|If only I could see it die. 2732|So he went in search of a giant stone, 2732|And he found one in a heap, 2732|With a little bit of blue 2732|That he placed in its place above me. 2732|I can see myself now just how my wish had come! 2732|Now it's quite time for to go all a-whirling, 2732|And see if I can see one more sight, 2732|See the great big sun above me, 2732|The little blue sky. 2732|Oh I'd like to go with just the stars for a guide; 2732|That would be sure to be more than enough, 2732|And would be sure to make the journey shorter. 2732|For I know the sun is going to rise, 2732|And the stars are going to set, 2732| ======================================== SAMPLE 38620 ======================================== 2150|And I will not be long in seeking 2150|The son my eyes abhor. 2150|I could have sworn that I should never 2150|Return in safety home!" 2150|And to make more light of things 2150|I rose again before the sun, 2150|And drew my cloak from off me 2150|To cover none, but all, but all, 2150|That my eyes might meet withal, 2150|That I might in their gaze behold 2150|The vision of my dreams. 2150|But soon the darkness fell about me 2150|With a damp and heavy sense of dread, 2150|When I heard the sound of hoofs, 2150|And the trampling of a thousand men, 2150|As they passed the threshold o'er me. 2150|I seemed to feel it sweep upon me, 2150|A sense of being that I did not 2150|Feel at all, for then my body lay 2150|In the cold limbs of the dead night. 2150|'Twas the sound of horses on the green; 2150|And I looked through the darkling air 2150|And saw a glimmer of the sun, 2150|And the light gleamed on men and turf, 2150|Shining a little brighter. 2150|I saw the white-haired moon arise, 2150|And the stars that burn in the blue, 2150|Whisperingly afar and near, 2150|Like a voice in my ear. 2150|'It was the sound of a horse's mouth 2150|That rode past;--it was light and fair,-- 2150|Sweet and pleasant was the sight! 2150|It was light and fair, 2150|Because of the light that shone 2150|On his flowing mane. 2150|To the stars I was gazing,-- 2150|I was gazing across the sea, 2150|On the land and the shining land 2150|Of my wishful heart. 2150|A man went forth to the sea, 2150|A man went forth, with eyes like stars of May 2150|Gleaming in a sea with sunshine and rain, 2150|Swaying with their motion; 2150|But his bridle was silenced by a stone, 2150|And he ne'er rode past again. 2150|I know not any day, 2150|Yet still I think it a' in my dream, 2150|That I see many, many, many days 2150|Come, going, coming, 2150|On, on, 2150|Through the sky and sunlight! 2150|When the first light gleamed o'er the mountains, 2150|As from the dawning of dawn, 2150|Then did I look upon my feet 2150|Familiarly. 2150|Then through the green earth 2150|I moved, and, walking, 2150|And speaking softly, 2150|The voice I love seem'd to speak, 2150|Though I knew not its language. 2150|For the voice was hushed 2150|As I spoke and murmured, 2150|And seemed in its depth conceiving, 2150|While I spoke and murmur'd. 2150|It was silence, calm and silent, 2150|On that silent morn, 2150|When I stood in the sun with the sun-ray 2150|Upon my mantle, 2150|That I had left there in the dewy morn 2150|When I kissed my wife in the garden! 2150|It was this I murmured, 2150|When I knelt upon the ground, 2150|"There will come a time, 2150|When we, in our grief, 2150|Must speak, though we understand not. 2150|Not in bitter words, 2150|But in loving ones, 2150|With a heart's heart beating 2150|For our child and our elder wife!" 2150|I did rise 2150|And take my seat 2150|Where the sun shone 2150|On the smooth green turf, 2150|With my sword in my hand, 2150|And my eye on the sun-ray, 2150|Till the air of the place was hot, 2150|Though I scarcely had time 2150|To speak; yet did I sing 2150|As I sto ======================================== SAMPLE 38630 ======================================== 13646|I'll blow you a raspberry! 13646|And then I'll give you a banana! 13646|And then we'll go to Mizzoor! 13651|"I will!" cried the Little Mermaid. 13651|"In a very big boat, 13651|In a very big boat, 13651|I will go to the Fairy Boat." 13651|And he danced to the stars above, 13651|Down in the sea below, 13651|Singing "Whoop, whoop, whoop!" 13651|Out of the sky there came a bird, 13651|And he whistled and sang this song:-- 13651|"Oh! where's Mamma? she's been down 13651|To the wood to lend a leg. 13651|She's to be a horse-shoe to shoo!" 13651|Out of the woods came a great black dog, 13651|And he howled and he howl'd:-- 13651|"Oh! where's Mamma? she's bound to town 13651|To borrow a minuet. 13651|To give it her thanks, she'll borrow 13651|This gold chain from my pinky paw." 13651|Down in a lane, a hare ran quickly,-- 13651|With a bone in her mouth! 13651|Heigh-ho! dandelion 13651|With its bells of amber! 13651|With its cheeks like a violet! 13651|Oh, I know the name is nonsense; 13651|Yet some folks say it is. 13651|Oh, I know the name is nonsense! 13651|And the name thereof is "Green"-- 13651|Yet some folks say it is. 13651|Oh, I know the name is nonsense! 13651|And the name thereof is "Blue"-- 13651|Yet some folks say it is. 13651|Oh, I know the name is nonsense! 13651|And the name thereof is "Red"-- 13651|Yet some folks say it is. 13651|Oh, I know the name is nonsense! 13651|And the name thereof is "White"-- 13651|Yet some folks say it is. 13651|"Is there a bird in this room?" 13651|A little boy sat on a log, on the log was a leg in a shoe-- 13651|Lullaby heart! 13651|A little boy with a golden curl, 13651|And sleepy eyes. 13651|"I'm very tired, little boy!" 13651|"A little child went out to water the rabbits,"-- 13651|Lullaby heart! 13651|"Why," says a little man, "why did you leave the door wide?" 13651|Lullaby heart! 13651|"I never saw you sooner, little man," says the little child, 13651|Lullaby heart! 13651|"Oh, then," says the little man, "why, then--why was the 13651|little door only left ajar for you?" 13651|"I never leave a door open long," says the little child. 13651|"But I think that it never feels the wind and rain," says the 13651|little man. 13651|Lullaby heart! 13651|"But it's true!" says the little child. "One time I felt it 13651|you have been so kind as to leave a song for me." 13651|"Oh! sing it, and keep us full, little man," says the little 13651|child. 13651|"A song?" says the little man. 13651|"Nay, nay!" says the little man. 13651|"The wind," says the little man. 13651|"I shall find something to complain about," says the little 13651|man. 13651|"But tell us, O tell us, O song of mine," says the little 13651|Child of the Morning. 13651|Hark! Hark! the cuckoo sings, 13651|While out in the woodland 13651|He sits and pipes and broods, 13651|And the lark in the ivy 13651|Sings his best ditty; 13651|While I sit beside you 13651|That is the way to go; 13651|But I think the best way, 13651|Would be to catch a train, 13651|For it's ======================================== SAMPLE 38640 ======================================== 35190|To her myng, I have a grype, 35190|To her to fynde, and ryghte hym thre, 35190|A man to lerne and to hym tere, 35190|And his gortuneles to wyghte so, 35190|That they wyll lyght wel for to seeke. 35190|Fulfraye my tyme, a tete I fayne 35190|The kyng of Grece to kepe, 35190|That other takyon of myn owne name: 35190|I am vnthryfny god and knyght. 35190|A syghe, syghe, syghe, 35190|A syghe, syghe, syghe. 35190|It was of gaudy and of garné, 35190|And of gaudy and of garné, 35190|And of gaudy and of garné, 35190|Therwith he bounde his charreis hye. 35190|Then he gavee hym a lyf, and thus bryght 35190|To loke upon his lyf what longe he lyghte. 35190|A lyghte, lyf, lyf, 35190|It was of gaudy and of garné, 35190|And of gaudy and of garné, 35190|That he loke on his lyf what longe he lyghte. 35190|But in to the king the kynge to wronge, 35190|And to the lordys spak ful fayne, 35190|The king of Grece the bloknes gan seyde, 35190|To sende his lyf to her kyng, 35190|For that he hade the beste of garné. 35190|The king himselfe gan hym bryng, 35190|For he was so gert of garné. 35190|Now was he come, at the lordys window 35190|To see the kyng his fader seyde, 35190|Therin was a fawtie, and a faire. 35190|To her went the kynge, and seyde he this: 35190|A fayre, fayre, fayre, 35190|A fayre, fayre, fayre, 35190|That went her waye at the lordys window. 35190|With gret mervaile gan she syng, 35190|And in a fawtie good tyme she stode, 35190|Be-twene her lef and her leve 35190|She was so glad as she were here. 35190|And he that the kingys kynge here stode, 35190|With a syghyng of golde a dyght, 35190|In that same mervaile sheyn hent 35190|In her blonkned her beautee as golde. 35190|Sone after this, the king of Grece 35190|Gan to the kynge his wryte call, 35190|And preyd to the kyng ful fast, 35190|And gan hys fayre a wey to se. 35190|To Godderhe in haste the kynge went 35190|And in a freke of cherysshe streyght, 35190|And sayd: a fonde, a freke 35190|Of cherysshe in good hyhe is; 35190|You are of mery effecte of hym to seke. 35190|She stod and lyght, and for the day 35190|As his lyf did stappe him styre, 35190|And of his mynde gan the day, 35190|The sothe for to seke, she hadde seene. 35190|Tho was the lorde in a wonder wyse, 35190|At the lewes on hys syde he went, 35190|With his seruauntes that made hys waye, 35190|To see the kyng in his chamber, 35190|But natheles, he hys mawhte to seke. 35190|Whan they were come forth to the kynge, 35190|Th ======================================== SAMPLE 38650 ======================================== 21103|I would not fear the sea when I heard him tell 21103|His story of danger where the tall ships lay, 21103|And the dark rocks and the wide abysses grieved 21103|With fearful men and many an ill and evil dream. 21103|And his story in a lonely cabin there 21103|Lies like a dream, and all his deeds, like sand, 21103|Are buried in his heart, and he is dead 21103|And buried. Yet I fear the deep if I hear 21103|The other tales he told, of men of war,-- 21103|And the men who came from far and found their home: 21103|The black ships at the dawn, and the fierce death 21103|To those who fell before the sun of men 21103|And fought for Britain when the last great fight 21103|For a new empire began;--and the dark ones hid 21103|Deep in the depths below the dreadful wave 21103|Beneath the waves, and the men who fled away, 21103|And the men who died for Britain, and the men who now 21103|Make Britain's grave, and the men who are as dust 21103|And men to be forgotten--and the men who came 21103|And stood, in the dawning, for what England lost. 21103|When the clouds hang heavy over the south 21103|Where the white mountains kiss the sunset skies, 21103|And the white mists of morning rise and sweep 21103|Across the fields that crown the western hills, 21103|'Tis sweet to gaze upon the wide blue sea 21103|And watch the waters as they pass behind 21103|The cliffs and the black ships in their line. 21103|They sail away to the west, 21103|The wild wind on a stormy tide; 21103|They sail away to the west, 21103|In their mist-robed, far away way. 21103|To the hills that they once knew so well, 21103|To the far-off glory of a sky, 21103|They sail to the light and laughter of waves, 21103|In the light and laughter of the sea. 21103|They sail away, away, away; 21103|Their flight is like the night-dew's flight, 21103|The sea-birds flying down from sight 21103|To their silent gulfs in the west. 21103|They sail away to the west; 21103|But they go not the way they came; 21103|They go far on the stormy tide. 21103|There are clouds in the sky and winds, 21103|And their wind-ways are dark with black, 21103|And the storm-wind and the black that pass 21103|Are dark with fear and the fear of death 21103|And the fear of the many that fly 21103|On the wave of the great storm-cloud 21103|To the western home of the light and laughter of waves. 21103|When the storm had sunk, and a mist had spread 21103|Round the sea-line that the grey clouds lay, 21103|And still the black ships moved on their way, 21103|And the great sea-waters hid from sight 21103|The grey cliffs that rose all black and white, 21103|And the sky above the cliffs looked far and clear 21103|As the eyes of God to His angels near-- 21103|Then came the Queen at the King's right hand, 21103|In her royal crown of gold and pearl, 21103|With her crown of gold and pearl in her hand 21103|And she cried to him, "Sir Henry, speak! 21103|Why, thy Majesty, 'twas an unknown thing 21103|That England heard you speak a word at last 21103|That stirred this land to pride and might. 21103|But this, my lord, is one thing I ween-- 21103|The King, indeed, in England is the same; 21103|And he shall nevermore for England's guilt 21103|Forget the fault that is his: his blood 21103|Had spilled the harvest in a field where now 21103|The red grass bleeds upon it. 21103|"Sir Henry, by this night, methinks, 21103|This sea-beat track, and the long track from our tower 21103|Are one unto our day. 21103|How may we go back, Sir Henry?--how shall we ======================================== SAMPLE 38660 ======================================== 19221|The birds, all in a mournful squad, 19221|Hovered round her, and to hear her talk; 19221|Like to her self half in a flutter, 19221|The rest on waiting wings were bent. 19221|"Mother dear, what does your son do?" 19221|The mother did not repose her voice, 19221|Nor in her eyes the depth of woe; 19221|"Nothing but trouble," said she, 19221|"And what he does, I cannot tell; 19221|He seems a restless boy, I know it, 19221|But yet he does it openly, 19221|And lets his fellows do what they please, 19221|And they do it so as may be plain." 19221|"O my dear son, pray do not play 19221|Such dangerous tricks, and I can't endure 19221|To see your face with anything but tears. 19221|"I hope you're getting well, but O! 19221|It is not for you to judge my fears: 19221|And I had rather you were sad; 19221|The very worst you ever suffered 19221|Was from another's hand." 19221|"Where can I see no harm, where are you? 19221|I love you dearly, mother; pray, take 19221|That poor boy home, and do not let me die. 19221|"He said he feared; but I am sure 19221|He did not so, for he never did 19221|Such things upon his youth commit: 19221|O father, you are young; I wish you 19221|Were thirty years older than I. 19221|"And I could go and tell him all, but then 19221|The very worst would come of it; 19221|Nay, he was not of your family-- 19221|A nobleman in Burgundy, 19221|In whom you might have stored your treasure 19221|For great occasions. 19221|"I will not tell you all; but now 19221|Take my advice; and do not stay 19221|Longer in this world; to weep and sigh 19221|Would but undo what griefs undo. 19221|"O how sad is the state of man, 19221|Where one ill thought usurps the throne: 19221|O cruel state! that no one acts 19221|Th' individual but the State. 19221|"When France, at this last hour, demands 19221|The aid which she herself has needed, 19221|Why should Britain, when she asks, refuse? 19221|Her need is particular, not general. 19221|"When France demands thy aid she truly means 19221|What Britain has to give; but, tell her this, 19221|Before she takes it, she needs thee. 19221|"Ask then, if ambition bar my mind; 19221|'Tis ambition, I swear it, does bar; 19221|And when I rise in arms, 'tis but to use 19221|The aid she needs. 19221|"Ask why ambition does not content 19221|Thy wish, but makes ambition bane: 19221|Ask why it is ambition does not rise, 19221|And force ambition to descend; 19221|"Or why ambition doth not find the wit 19221|To make one day appear a month instead: 19221|All these are questions well decided, 19221|But most important still, thy wish. 19221|"Go now; and if thy foolish wish denies 19221|That France has it her own, go seek 19221|Her own before she knows, or knows it she has. 19221|Ask her why?--she knows not she has it; 19221|Ask her why?--she will not believe it; 19221|Ask her why?--she will not let thee prove it. 19221|"All nations of the earth have it their own; 19221|All nations of the air their own; 19221|All nations of the sea have it their own; 19221|But never have they a nation but Britain." 19221|Then answer made the restless child 19221|Who sought to catch his own: 19221|"Then ask of that which all have got, 19221|Or none have got at all; 19221|Ask then thy wish, that thou mayst gain 19221|From others' worth as much, 19221 ======================================== SAMPLE 38670 ======================================== 14591|Than those that come like strangers, 14591|And make our hearts to ring! 14591|I don't care for all the fowls I see, 14591|And they'll all go home to the den; 14591|For every kind heart that's within 14591|Won't welcome the fair queen! 14591|I like the old, old ways, I say! 14591|I'm sure the new way's the best; 14591|No, I'd sooner live in hell, 14591|And live like a dunce, 14591|Than live the same good life 14591|With all the happy flock; 14591|To give my heart a heavy pinch. 14591|How do you do? 14591|How do you do? 14591|That's rather easy! 14591|A little girl, with silver hair, 14591|And slender legs, 14591|She stands beside the door, 14591|And waits the order to let in the fresh spring 14591|Of the young, new year 14591|To her young heart! 14591|Yes, it has been so! 14591|And I have seen the spring, 14591|And the warm, fresh, delicate sky, 14591|And the strange, strange world, 14591|But I've been a little girl. 14591|I'm fourteen days old this year: 14591|I'll be a girl this year, 14591|And not a girl, at least. 14591|And so I'm off to the town, 14591|When--I don't know. 14591|But I shall be so happy, so happy, 14591|So happy, so happy! 14591|What shall I bring? 14591|A bundle? 14591|A box? 14591|A letter? 14591|And what should I say? 14591|The old, old ways, I say! 14591|I'm sure it's easy enough, 14591|The fresh life, new joy, 14591|That's what I'm bringing,-- 14591|The girl's happy way, 14591|And not the "girlish way," 14591|So I can't complain. 14591|O yes! I'll make you both welcome! 14591|And nothing's too hard for you. 14591|Yes, give! 14591|We'll be a happy couple! 14591|We'll not go a mile astray. 14591|A letter! 14591|A letter! 14591|A letter! 14591|Dear child, my baby, put off all your clothes; 14591|Let your bright hair shine for me, for I am going 14591|To walk through the woods, 14591|From the village-door to the end of the lane. 14591|But you will not run, 14591|You will rest on my breast, 14591|You will make me happy with me! 14591|For a dream of the night is for you, you child, alone. 14591|And nothing that you see can be more delightful: 14591|A little old woman and a little old man, a child and 14591|And the moon's white light, and the stars, and the stars! 14591|And the evening star, above the river, 14591|And the little church-bell under the tree, 14591|The garden's stars, the stars of a flower-bed. 14591|Oh, I'll sing you a 14591|new song! 14591|And when I play it, I shall feel so free, I shall say: 14591|"Oh, what a happy thing it is, 14591|I know not if it be real; 14591|But if it is, 14591|As my heart tells me, 14591|It must be for a little old woman and a little old man, 14591|And a moon at night like a heart at play!" 14591|I have a little new frock, 14591|And in my pocket a penny sack, 14591|Wherein a certain fruit I've got 14591|With shining rind like glass. 14591|And therein I lay in the dark, 14591|And plucked it with the smallest tool, 14591|But to my bitter loss. 14591|I did not mean to break the sack, 14591|I only wanted to eat; 14591| ======================================== SAMPLE 38680 ======================================== 615|And I am by my foes of all, who speak 615|My honour as a foe, and make my will 615|As well my neighbour as my lord. And so 615|'Twere but to leave me without my care. 615|For since the time I go, what shall befall 615|Her will to be my guide to mine afeared? 615|"My wish is this, to see the world no more; 615|(If there above on earth the fire of jest 615|Was once the theme) and, being dead, to die 615|With all my company, and lie beneath 615|The cold. If this thou would'st, thou must with me 615|Behold the fainting and ill-starred one; 615|Worse than the worse of those my peers." Such said 615|A woman crying, "Thy face is changed, 615|And all thy grace is lost: the man is fled, 615|Whose grace at first the lady praised and loved. 615|"And here 'twas only by the common turn 615|Of fortune, as thou mayst well imagine, 615|Thou canst not reckon my loss, except 615|A thousand, that I was numbered, as I 615|Was ten years lost by thine, as thou rememberst. 615|"And if the lady's mind be altered, and 615|She deems, because I am not in the light, 615|Thou thinkest her, when thou dost see thee wane, 615|A greater sorrow than her love, will be. 615|But here my lot falls through the mortal spite 615|Of Fortune; so I rest in peace content." 615|To whom the sable cavalier replied; 615|"And I, whose deed she could not change, nor he 615|Who bore the lady's name, will be as well. 615|"The lady, since the day we found our love, 615|Has had a care, that so the cause was known, 615|When he has gone from her to battle: and, 615|As it was of more import than aught, 615|Of such renown, she grieved that he had not. 615|I, who have nothing more to answer thee 615|With this petition, but the good of both, 615|Grant you to ask, and I reply full flat, 615|That I am of the house, and am that man. 615|"She that with so great fame hath won thy grace, 615|And seen her goodly deeds, now turns away, 615|And goes her ways contented with her woe, 615|That such a cause so great is to my pen: 615|But to her aid I promise, so entreat: 615|So may she stay as long as the day lasts, 615|Ere she be banished from the tower, and die 615|Of her disease; for I for so remiss, 615|Have lost the reason to make it her own. 615|"If I return, with my fellows, when borne 615|To the high-built part of the palace, here, 615|That ill should be thy sufferings and mine. 615|But now I will not on that account 615|Be silent more. O my Beloved! spare 615|This life we live; for, from this time so near, 615|I hope in Heaven my fate shall change no more; 615|Nor evermore hope to be a lord again; 615|"And now, that I am absent, hence to show 615|My mind and good behaviour, if I can, 615|The very day, or if some other man 615|The lady see, of her distress may tell; 615|Since it were better if she were to live 615|Unfreddo and deserted in her room, 615|Than to behold another's pain, and see 615|Her shame, and sorrow, and dishonour." -- "Thine 615|Are other ways," the lady said, and smiled, 615|"Than this, by me so trusted, and my love." 615|So she and her companions forthwith 615|Ajar their ships; but those, where they were seen, 615|In the high portico, their churls besought, 615|By loud and cry of tumult and alarm, 615|And how those lords had fled that house withal, 615|And where the others went, of whom yet, far 615|As if the churls themselves had left, ======================================== SAMPLE 38690 ======================================== 19385|Till the hills grew still more dark, 19385|An' o'er the banks was spread the moon, 19385|That like her bridegroom's banner 19385|Floated around his mother. 19385|Till sweetest lullaby was sung 19385|Her silver voice was low, 19385|So calm, so sweet, and so mirthful 19385|That it shook the trees on high, 19385|And wak'd the hills to peace. 19385|There may not any song know 19385|So sweet as she, nor any 19385|So soft a lullaby; 19385|For never saw I morn so joyous 19385|Or noontide give such honor. 19385|The sweetest dream that ever dawn'd 19385|On a happy mother's cheek-- 19385|Or ever the hills were dreary 19385|Or auld the summer fled. 19385|No more will I, to ease the cares 19385|Which my heart hath oft oppressed, 19385|The moonlight dreams of summer wear, 19385|The woods are hidden oer. 19385|O'er each brown limb soft airs are wafted; 19385|O'er some young eyes a tear is glisten; 19385|And now and then a star doth rest, 19385|In the low heavens serene. 19385|No longer shall I mourn for them, 19385|To think of the tears they shed, 19385|Which they must weep at night or rue them, 19385|Though their last sleep should be so keen, 19385|Their last hours were so sweet. 19385|Sweet is the voice of May, 19385|And soft the skies are laid, 19385|And gay the forest green, 19385|As brooches the bough! 19385|Sweet is the song of May; 19385|The lark hath sweetened the gale; 19385|The blue-eyed heifer lifts 19385|Her fondling horns! 19385|Sweet is the song of May, 19385|That echoes about the door; 19385|Sweet is the laughing gale, 19385|As loud the lark; 19385|And sweet--as broider'd vest 19385|On a green sward. 19385|Sweet is the music of May, 19385|And sweet the birds' sang; 19385|And sweet the greenwood dew 19385|And sweet the breeze. 19385|To heaven from the green wood is spread 19385|The song of the birds; 19385|And sweet as is the spring to the bower 19385|Of love and of hope. 19385|Sweet is the music of May, 19385|And sweet the spring is grown; 19385|And sweet the birds' sweet song 19385|When the summer is gone. 19385|Sweet is the tune of May, 19385|And sweet the broider'd vest; 19385|Sweet is the bird and the bee; 19385|And sweet the birds that sing; 19385|But sweeter far the music of May-- 19385|My love has his home! 19385|We 'll go to the green wood this May, 19385|'Tis so never to see; 19385|Where will the May-tide be this May? 19385|The forest and me say. 19385|The boughs of the trees in the woods are gay; 19385|The trees are the merry birds they sing; 19385|The trees are the merry ladies all the year, 19385|They are the sweetest of all the twilights now. 19385|Oh, the forest boughs are like the gay woodland nest, 19385|Where the nestling the mother will gather, 19385|And where, upon the ground, the little sister we love 19385|She hath made an excellent bed; 19385|A lovely nest where happy the baby may sleep 19385|In soft sleep till her mother returns, 19385|And by day her bright wings the loving mother weeps. 19385|"Oh! hush! the children come," 19385|The mother said; 19385|"The children come-- 19385|They are at home: 19385|Our little one is here 19385|With me. 19385|We 'll climb this tree and we 'll kiss this tree, ======================================== SAMPLE 38700 ======================================== 9372|When the air is faint with the breath of the earth: 9372|Oh, it is not for the glory of war 9372|A poet would sing to conquer, 9372|But it is for the glory of heart 9372|That the poet sings to freedom. 9372|I will turn the page of time with a smile 9372|When the days of my youth have passed: 9372|I will bid the pages of my book be bound 9372|With the seal of the years gone by. 9372|With the ring of the stars upon my finger, 9372|To-night the light of thy life-blood falls, 9372|For it is thy sign that thy soul is true 9372|And thy spirit is high and free. 9372|I am thine, thine to redeem; 9372|With my hand the seal of thy soul I will take, 9372|While a world of darkness shall fade away, 9372|And thy love be the light in that night of years. 9372|And what is there beyond thy home, O Earth, 9372|Where thou dost dream, and dreamest and dost not act? 9372|From the heart of all the world I bring thee 9372|The strength of the heavens, and the strength of God. 9372|O my soul is as a star 9372|Flying in space with other stars: 9372|On, on my pinions they soar, 9372|Above the night, and far away. 9372|There the mountains, like sleeping ships, 9372|Shine through the crystal of their fires, 9372|Catching the shadows of the clouds 9372|Down into the azure of the sky. 9372|Hark! there is music, and it is sweet, 9372|As when birds have sung, and the great 9372|Star-eyes of morning rise and fall 9372|On the far-off, silent plains. 9372|I hear the rush-light's silver wings, 9372|And from their sky-encircled chambers, 9372|The star-corps into night are blown: 9372|Night is come, when all is still. 9372|And lo! I come into the light 9372|Of the great sunrise of day. 9372|I am on the wings of the day, 9372|With wings that make the stars sing. 9372|I am one with all the hours, 9372|In the glory of a dream. 9372|I am one with the vast abyss, 9372|In its darkness and all aweless ease. 9372|I am one with the stars of noon, 9372|Burning in a thousand fires of heaven. 9372|I am one with the boundless sea, 9372|In an endless motion and in a bound. 9372|O my soul is as a star 9372|Flying in space with other stars: 9372|On, on my wings I soar, 9372|Over the night, and far away. 9372|In her golden robe of rest 9372|Fairy with folded arms 9372|Round her pillow tossing, 9372|All things, all things blessed sleep. 9372|Oh, she was a fairy queen! 9372|All the world was silent, 9372|Wiser than she, and more wise; 9372|Yet one night the wind gave sign 9372|Of a something strange within. 9372|She was not glad, she said, 9372|To lie asleep by her side: 9372|But she dreamed she heard strange strain, 9372|And the murmur of a song. 9372|It blew from a far-off land, 9372|And the breeze that breathed it 9372|Seemed the music of an unseen tongue. 9372|From the dark and boundless sea 9372|The song of the breeze came, 9372|And the sea-wind in a circle bound it. 9372|Then she, who had nothing else 9372|But a soul and a floating wand, 9372|Suddenly, and with a cry, 9372|Leaped forth and was free as the streaming sea. 9372|Sudden, and swift, and free, 9372|From the bonds of earth she rose, 9372|Singing her song of the sea, 9372|Singing of power, and glory, and release, 9372|And the world was glad to hear. ======================================== SAMPLE 38710 ======================================== 36148|I never had a chance,--so I took to work, 36148|And lived alone at last before I died, 36148|Till I stood up and married a good man. 36148|What can I say about my early years,-- 36148|How I was all alone and had no friends;-- 36148|And why I always wore a strange, queer hat 36148|And always left my work-box down on table. 36148|It wasn't that I lacked what I'd had for life; 36148|For why?--it was my luck; 36148|So my aunt she said: "Pray, can you give us something, 36148|Perhaps you may not have the lot to miss?" 36148|I think I had a little sum, 36148|And, to make up for not having anything, 36148|I paid it off in a couple of months. 36148|I don't believe in the old, old story,-- 36148|I think I had no father's money when 36148|I came here from the West in the Spring of Life 36148|But there was something missing of my wealth, 36148|My father gave it me. 36148|And in the Spring of Life I knew 36148|That my wealth was gone; 36148|I hadn't any fathers here like you, 36148|So I knew I was poor. 36148|And as I was coming through 36148|The city streets I saw 36148|I hadn't one-tenth of one-sixth of one-sixth 36148|Of my father's gold. 36148|So I went home to spend a winter, 36148|And there was no one at my door 36148|To lend me a hand. 36148|You and I are in our graves-- 36148|But the luckless woman, the wife 36148|Who robbed him blind. 36148|Oh, I am come to a house 36148|That is not fit to live in, 36148|I must be clean and well to-night. 36148|Weeks have passed 36148|Since I found it, and I'm glad; 36148|There are bright lanterns and bright fire, 36148|And the light is bright. 36148|Weeks have passed.... And now I'm here.... 36148|And what is this? no fire in the hall? 36148|I hurried--there's no one here! 36148|I hurried in and out, and found 36148|A long, long, long, long time 36148|A little child, 36148|A lonely little child, 36148|This was her bed. 36148|She'd had very little blankets 36148|Nor a cover for her little head; 36148|She'd hardly slept, 36148|And the fever in her bones 36148|Had scarcely come to her. 36148|She lay there in the nighttime 36148|For the night to be her own; 36148|She was so pale and wan, 36148|I could scarcely bear to hold her. 36148|I stood outside and looked 36148|At the white and naked snow, 36148|At the sky above the ground, 36148|At the trees and the hills and streams. 36148|I had no words nor tears 36148|For the child in my arms, 36148|But I sobbed and I wept 36148|With her, and I thought of her, 36148|As I held her, and wept. 36148|Oh, it was a lonely room, 36148|And I sat by the windows, 36148|And the day was done, 36148|And there were no friends to see. 36148|I knew she'd never come; 36148|I could see her eyes were wet; 36148|I could hear her breathe in 36148|A low weak voice. 36148|I could see her dress, 36148|A lovely gown of white, 36148|And the pale blue eyes. 36148|And her hair down her back, 36148|And her ringlets dark and brown; 36148|And the flowers around, 36148|And the flowers underneath her, 36148|And the roses' red and white. 36148|I could see the roses, 36148|And the grass beneath her, 36148|And the rosebuds in the grass. 36148|And ======================================== SAMPLE 38720 ======================================== 10602|To make men's hearts and hands less bounde. 10602|"And thou, fair king, shalt see and know 10602|How true love for truth still walks as wyse; 10602|And how thy fayre brother Daphne, 10602|To witnesse of th'unfettered heart 10602|In th'olde testament, does as writ, 10602|By that which he which scapeth blis: 10602|And th'other day, for that ye wote, 10602|Ye shall be wedded as before, 10602|And I will make you both of us, 10602|So that ye may be happy both: 10602|Then shalt thou have my hand and myne: 10602|I can. but can not well ensew"; 10602|And the king to all it gave anon 10602|In his desire of weddes fayre, 10602|And to his palace he wente ofte, 10602|And left it all in great delity 10602|The worldes lastes worth, and was the firste; 10602|Yet was it lost, and lost now more, 10602|When the good wyfe whom it clos’d in 10602|Was lost e’re she liv’d: wherefore I fynd, 10602|And all our love and love to finde 10602|Of Daphne and her hewish wyfe, 10602|And what was once so longe est. 10602|But the next day the chylde which gan 10602|And the good king that were in lyne, 10602|And what the worlde worth, was all away’d 10602|Out of the sea, and were in space 10602|Of air; and that the same was fayr, 10602|A gules, an argent, a Diademed, 10602|I wot, the same as was Eleyne 10602|So lately holden in his hand. 10602|That day his hearte took he gan to grieve, 10602|And as he thought upon this sight, 10602|In his wyse he lost his wif for wyne, 10602|With what he toke in hand so good, 10602|Ne never any other herde 10602|Ne ever other coude there go, 10602|But all in wyse, for all alone. 10602|With what so was so sorabee 10602|That all the world, whilome so mote he, 10602|Ne onely were to love he had, 10602|Ne never werre, ne never were to dyde, 10602|But all were in a wode with him. 10602|Thus all these things to his heart he dyde; 10602|And after, his wyfe, his loue and eke, 10602|His wife, his hart, his loue to kepe, 10602|Were all in this wode in which he dyde. 10602|But all the while that he did it inne, 10602|In the which he lost her wyfe and life, 10602|And her, his wif, his hart, his loue to kepe, 10602|In his heart, as he in his wyfe did, 10602|Was much disdained, it was so well, 10602|And all that he before could do 10602|On her were all in vayne for love. 10602|But as his hart neuer so wel, 10602|Ne as his hart so glad can be, 10602|So much he blamete e’r he could say,-- 10602|"So thou have lost me all the rest! 10602|"What shall I do? what can I do?" 10602|And as that other wyfe did greeue, 10602|So was his heart with that forsake; 10602|But he, his hart withouten place 10602|That ever was in the worlde blest, 10602|Still his heart was glad, alas! 10602|As if God made it glad; and his chere 10602|He kept so hard, that as he dyde, 10602|By such a worke he was forbye fayne. 10602|For many dayes he made himself glad ======================================== SAMPLE 38730 ======================================== 3255|With the great red light of his candle out; 3255|And I stood by my door, with a new idea of the light; 3255|For now, as I looked up, 3255|There seemed, somehow, to be a little star 3255|Burning in me like the spirit of a beacon-light. 3255|"O lovely star, that shineth high 3255|Out of the sky, over us here, 3255|To tell of our meeting in the door 3255|And of the journey that we're to make!" 3255|Then came a pause, and I saw that we went 3255|Over a place of shadows, yet 3255|The house was lovely: all the walls 3255|Outlined in colour and in green, 3255|By soft-lined lines and dark with darks, 3255|Seemed still to wait for the heart's will 3255|To be their roomier. 3255|I held my breath 3255|As the candle's gleam grew more and more. 3255|Then was heard a cry, 3255|Crying, "Who's there?" and then a cry 3255|Of "Whom has lost the light? and has the door 3255|No one come in to save?" 3255|The window was the only one 3255|Of all the doors in that high room, 3255|And I turned from it to look at him 3255|Who was here. 3255|"Not he? not he?" 3255|The tears were already welling 3255|In the eyes' hollows, and they looked 3255|As far as I could reach. 3255|I knelt with his wife by me, 3255|I who had looked on him, I who had loved him, 3255|I whose soul would have been broken 3255|Without a kiss. 3255|"Not he? not he? no, no, my husband, 3255|Not he! Dear God!" she cried, and went, 3255|And I followed her, but could see 3255|From the dark-linted sill 3255|That she had gone, who had not come back. 3255|"Is your dream gone, love?" 3255|I spoke low, for my heart was wrung 3255|With a wild anguish, knowing that I had 3255|Wrung some dear soul. 3255|And he rose and turned slowly 3255|From the sill of the little window. 3255|He stood up and slowly. 3255|I could not see him, but I saw 3255|The dim-lit chamber, 3255|The candle, at the casement, 3255|The rose-hued cushion. 3255|He stood up slowly too, 3255|He, that had come back slowly, 3255|Like a ghost within a dream, 3255|And looked up gently at me, saying: 3255|"Why have you called me?" 3255|And I answered him, "I have, 3255|But this time of year, 3255|To hide my face on this couch 3255|Of my flesh, for any one can see, 3255|When the night-wind sighs." 3255|And he answered, calmly turning, 3255|"O the year's heart would break, you know, 3255|Losing you and your place here. 3255|And you are all that now you had, 3255|What should I lose or give or give by you?" 3255|"O, my love, I give you not! 3255|By God, your heart is mine and mine only. 3255|And if I live to live again the life 3255|You lived before me, all your self-love 3255|Lies in the giving of it to me. 3255|Yes, the year's heart would be broken, dear, 3255|Had your love not come like God's in my life. 3255|My dear, you have given, I live indeed 3255|Lived for you, and now know what it is. 3255|"I love you! My love is for you! 3255|And I will give to bring you nearer me. 3255|And soon, you think, we two will meet 3255|In some garden deep and dewy, 3255|At dusk, and love shall hold my hand, 3255 ======================================== SAMPLE 38740 ======================================== 37804|So sweet a voice were heard, that I had 37804|Felt the whole heart within me melt in tears, 37804|To see thee as thou _might_, but ne'er could see. 37804|With rapture and with pity mingling, 37804|And so close we twain embraced, and sweet 37804|Was then our love that on my very knees 37804|My hands I clasped while on thy lips I lay,-- 37804|We were so near unto one another, 37804|That scarce my eyes could see each other's face. 37804|And now thine eyes have opened into mine, 37804|And now they have not closed for thee alone; 37804|And thus I muse, what god must thou obey 37804|That in the shade of earth so soon didst move 37804|And speak thy name; that I have held thee so 37804|To lull my soul to sleep, and all my blood 37804|To ceaseless passion, till I loved again, 37804|And knew thee truly for a life-long love? 37804|My father's children, first in line, 37804|Are dead, and so I am at last; 37804|And though, in grief and sorrow, I'd fain 37804|For ever stay, and still endure, 37804|Yet could I bring no blood, no life, to birth 37804|For my poor dead, who loveth me. 37804|For though the love, which I have made to thee, 37804|Be gone, and only as an air, 37804|I could but make thee, dearest, love me. 37804|Nay, I must bury thee: and though 37804|The wind should be that thou wert blown 37804|Into the ocean, yet at sea, 37804|Of men, thou ne'er would say farewell; 37804|And though no more thy foot should stamp 37804|The ground, yet wilt thou walk, and smile, 37804|And say farewell to me once more. 37804|And thus, methinks, with sorrow bent, 37804|If e'er I meet thy dear grave, 37804|E'en then, O my love, I shall say-- 37804|I shall still say farewell: I shall go 37804|To thee, beloved, for a while. 37804|When the first snow-white flower is on the bank, 37804|Where yon tree's mossy branch of green 37804|Peeps whitely round the brambles gray-- 37804|Then, if the snow-fall are not deep 37804|And we have not cold to fear, 37804|I'll watch the way that we may climb 37804|With light and airy foot and sure 37804|In the fair, green-carpeted field. 37804|And when the wild-rose sighs in brier, 37804|I'll make a little fountain lone 37804|In the thicket, and within 37804|My musing mood I'll tell her all 37804|That I've heard or dreamt of late. 37804|The birdies' twitter and the bee's hum, 37804|The merry summer's jest and dance, 37804|When the autumn winds are blowing and shake the wood-- 37804|I'll hear what they have to say, and see 37804|What answer they might make. What strange things are they, 37804|So sweet, so solemn, that I turn from them wholly, 37804|And look out on the mirth and green of spring? 37804|Nay, smile not! Spring-sweet is the way, 37804|And is not Autumn sweet enough? 37804|What sayest thou with that look of thine, 37804|That smile of sweet and solemn love, 37804|Whose deep eyes a shadow lie 37804|On the summer's bright, golden dream? 37804|That look, to many a dreamer dear, 37804|Sheds light and peace where death might come. 37804|And yet thy grief my heart does fill, 37804|For thou, O love, didst perish here; 37804|And I, a maiden on the green 37804|Whose life was one sad summer-dream. 37804|My heart shall sing for thee the praise, 37804|To-morrow, when winter locks 37804|The woodland under foot again ======================================== SAMPLE 38750 ======================================== 1568|The airy, dark, and white-hewn 1568|The ancient town, 1568|The ancient street, 1568|The ancient clock, 1568|The ancient sign-board, 1568|The ancient sign-language, 1568|The airy old man 1568|A little boy of the church, 1568|A little boy of the orphan-home, 1568|And a white-robed, white-haired priest 1568|With his wings spread open, 1568|And the old-fashioned sign-board, 1568|And the old-fashioned sign-language; 1568|To see him pass, 1568|To greet him, him alone, 1568|The little son of the man from the orphan-home 1568|And the old-fashioned sign-language. 1568|It was good enough 1568|Good enough for him 1568|That he had friends to love and be loved. 1568|If he came back to the orphan-home to-day 1568|The old-fashioned sign-language 1568|Might say, "Here am 1568|The man from the orphan-home." 1568|Not him you sing of 1568|Who came in the old-fashioned way, 1568|Backing a pack 1568|That his wife had ordered for them; 1568|But the little son of the man from the orphan-home, 1568|With the old-fashioned sign-language, 1568|The old-fashioned way, 1568|The old-fashioned walk-throughs, 1568|The old-fashioned graveyard trick 1568|That he did when he was grown, 1568|When he had finished burying a man 1568|Who had fought in a battle for them. 1568|The long procession 1568|Of dead and dying 1568|Held the funeral procession 1568|All around the street. 1568|The old-fashioned procession 1568|No more he marched in, 1568|But he who had lived with his Own 1568|Began to laugh 1568|When the dust-clouds obscured his eyes; 1568|He began to smile 1568|When there came a pause 1568|And he could scarcely see 1568|His own house and his own yard, 1568|And a little room 1568|Where he slept in the dark. 1568|And the old-fashioned signs, 1568|The old-fashioned signs 1568|That said, 1568|"Here's the man from the orphan-home!" 1568|And no funeral 1568|Hearts were breaking 1568|On his coming home. 1568|His father's 1568|And his mother's 1568|And their love-light, 1568|And their dreams of the new wedding-guest, 1568|And their hopes of the last triumph, 1568|And their fearful dreams 1568|Of life in the dead city, 1568|And their loveable fears 1568|Of the last victory, 1568|And their sadnessful doubts 1568|Of death in the old burial-place, 1568|And delightful dreams 1568|Of summer days 1568|When no one knew 1568|What was going to be when he was done 1568|And no one saw, 1568|And the world ran on the old street 1568|With the old and the strange and the new, 1568|With the old and the dead. 1568|And the little dog-eared woman, 1568|A faded, gray-eyed woman, 1568|(All her heart a long, long song in rhyme, 1568|Song still unguessed and yet untir'd, 1568|Strong, unyielding, 1568|Song to the end, 1568|(Old woman, old woman, where are you?) 1568|Sang on, till the last words were said, 1568|(All the old, long song in rhyme) 1568|"O where am I--here--here? 1568|My eyes are wet with tears...." 1568|But the night wore on, 1568|And the old, pale woman shook and died. 1568|The last words were not said. 1568|But a great door opened and a wind blew out, 1568|(Wind 'mid shouts of madman, ======================================== SAMPLE 38760 ======================================== A man whom I knew for a certain Captain Macdonald, 15370|Came to the board at this time. 15370|His name (I cannot remember the name) was Johnnie Macdonald, 15370|With a handsome manner, and an easy air, 15370|(But no business at all he had to do) 15370|To a certain woman that I knew. 15370|I don't know that it is right to disclose 15370|The manner in which this Captain came 15370|To the board of a company, like this one, 15370|And he went to the person whom he knew. 15370|My Lord, the Captain, though, was in the wrong. 15370|I have no word to say of the matter; 15370|I cannot tell of the Captain's manners, 15370|Or the way he behaved in his calling 15370|A lady "I know" was very rude. 15370|(Perhaps he did it because she was white?) 15370|I do not know, if the Captain knew, 15370|If the lady knew she was asked rudely, 15370|And very rudely she gave him her hand. 15370|"You are my lady," and "you are my good girl." 15370|"You are my lady," and "You are my good girl." 15370|The Captain went to the kitchen to dinner. 15370|He asked if the waiter could give him the name 15370|Of the person that served him his "bungh-u"-- 15370|(Although the cook was silent, and made no remark). 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"The name of my mistress," the waiter replied. 15370|"I know the name of my mistress, 15370|And I come from all parts of the world." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"If I understand," said the waiter, 15370|"Your master, he lives in a house of stone? 15370|No, he does not live in a house of stone; 15370|He lives in a castle that is in France." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"If the sun shines on high, 15370|Through the window would I fly, 15370|At the name of my mistress the Sun would shine." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"It is only a title, 15370|And my master is the King of France." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"And if you had a friend, 15370|Who could help him carry his load, 15370|As quickly would he throw it away." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"Yes, indeed! He is in the castle." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"Oh, I don't know--what is his name?" 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"Yes, I know it, and it's the name 15370|Of my mistress and my brother." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"Yes! He is in the castle." 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"The King? He is in a palace!" 15370|"You are the waiter by profession," said the waiter. 15370|"Yes," said the waiter, and "You're right!" 15370|So he went straight away, 15370|And the King came behind him-- 15370|"It's a fine treat, and a rare one too 15370|To treat a servant like that!" 15370|Then the master made a sign, 15370|And an officer went over to him 15370|And whispered, as he shook his head, 15370|"If you treat a servant like this, 15370|He'll never serve you more!" 15370|The woman who lived near us when I was young, 15370|Made me feel very lonely and very sad, 15370|And she was always coming out when I was out walking-- 15370|When I was out on the town. 15370|She would be in the flower shop, or at the window plucking, ======================================== SAMPLE 38770 ======================================== 2630|The maddening joy that fills the poet's pen-- 2630|Yet, what, ye men who toil and suffer strife, 2630|What, ye who, through life's perplexing maze, 2630|In dust and blood alone your toil have won, 2630|When man, at length, shall reach your blissful ground, 2630|O ye who gave your manhood for your fire, 2630|O ye who gave your passion strong to master, 2630|Now kneel at rest in God's victorious land! 2630|In this last year of Frederick's royal power, 2630|A day of grief to Kings and Lords is born; 2630|The King of Spain, who oft the truth has scorned, 2630|Is come to claim thy homage for his own. 2630|O what of peace! and what of war! Alas! 2630|Troy's triumph is an empty phantom fair. 2630|He comes, who oft, in other years, you deem, 2630|Will dare to tell you that the contest ends; 2630|But this was all his power, his fame, his name, 2630|And now, like other Kings, he fades away. 2630|He has not come to claim thy homage quite, 2630|For oft, through truth's perishing page, he strung 2630|The laurel on his temples long ago, 2630|But now his praises cannot get abroad 2630|To make his praises known by any name. 2630|But what of that? Shall we deplore his fate, 2630|Or, as in days of yore, lament his fall? 2630|We are not kings; all lesser powers must yield; 2630|His fall was ours; we came, he flew to try. 2630|The day was late, the weather was cold, 2630|And so did that ill-fated day appear; 2630|The King, like others of his royal race, 2630|Was late to-morrow when his fate he found. 2630|He came from Spain, our hopes to check, 2630|To conquer, and to reap what he had sown; 2630|He came, but came alone, and left 2630|Troy's life a little livelier with the past: 2630|Like others once his name did pass o'er, 2630|But now he does not stay to consult it. 2630|O thou who comeest late, to find us well, 2630|Be thou thy mood of peace and kindness then: 2630|Our strength is great, our glory high; 2630|Thy coming late, the King is ill. 2630|O thou, who came'st at last, to succor us,-- 2630|Thou, and thy voice, for once, did stroke us deep; 2630|The King is well, our hopes are high, 2630|The storm has ceased, the sea is calm. 2630|The morning sun, from his deep fountainhead, 2630|Beheld his darling on our western side. 2630|He took up his armour which was laid by, 2630|And he went on his way, which being made, 2630|To meet our foes as the sun went up. 2630|We held him by the hand, but he shook sore, 2630|Nor yet gave it his weary limbs to move; 2630|But pressed from without his fair and stately breast, 2630|"My Queen, where is thy sword?"--"A valiant band 2630|Of warriors," he said, "Have come to burn me here: 2630|My mother sent it from her own sweet country, 2630|The sword's for them, the woman said, 'tis hers: 2630|The Lord be praised! the sword shall not be lost. 2630|'Sith, sister, thou hast loved me long, 2630|Let not thy brother be afraid: 2630|We have not one of all our number less 2630|That has not served my kindred well and true; 2630|Sith, sister, thou hast loved me long!" 2630|A youth in armour then was he, 2630|And had no wish but to be free; 2630|In his eyes shone glory, and it seem'd 2630|That his sword did much confide: 2630|The sword which my father kept, all golden plated, 2630|The pride of ======================================== SAMPLE 38780 ======================================== 19226|The sun, on his last day, he shall not see 19226|Ere he shall die. 19226|The sunset, like the last gold gong, is ringing, 19226|For the last time! 19226|I will rise early, and walk through the wood, 19226|As the brown bee wanders to and fro. 19226|With a little piece of yellow sand 19226|I will make an arch for you; 19226|An arch to last and lengthen out your life, 19226|As you lie down on it. 19226|Though your days have not been as bright and long 19226|As ours, which you departed in; 19226|Your life has not been so great and gay, 19226|That day by day, as ours are now. 19226|Your life has not been so sweet and good 19226|That it has been loved a noble part. 19226|Your life has not been so sweet and good 19226|That it has been loved a noble part. 19226|You say we have drifted in passion's fire, 19226|To lose that light of you in this dark world. 19226|And, as you say, we miss your soft, wise face, 19226|And what's so hard to see? Your sweet heart so brave 19226|So full of happiness! 19226|And, as you say, we miss your soft, wise face, 19226|And what's so hard to see? Your sweet heart so brave 19226|So full of happiness! [The music stops. 19226|O, I remember what was like to you, 19226|In those dear, long winter months, 19226|When with the snow your little sister came, 19226|And told the fairy tale too. 19226|When, at her little brown voice, all night long 19226|You cried, when the stars around you smiled, 19226|While the winds, with love-music, breathed. 19226|And you listened with a little child's delight, 19226|To hear the lisp of her little song, 19226|And the soft, fairy air. 19226|The stars that shone, I think, 19226|Had just a little link 19226|To love, and heaven, and love. 19226|You wonder how it came about 19226|That we, on such a day, 19226|With your own love, and mine, should come 19226|To greet and greet a year. 19226|The stars that shone, I think, 19226|Had just a little link 19226|To love, and heaven, and love. 19226|The lisp of your old heart said, Dear one, 19226|"Come!" at your feet, Dear; 19226|And you did come; and I could see, 19226|And my heart was glad you came. 19226|The stars that shone, I think, 19226|Had just a little link 19226|To love, and heaven, and love. 19226|The lisp of your old heart said, Dear one, 19226|"Come!" to meet me--you!" 19226|And you did meet me, and I stood 19226|As glad as could be near. 19226|The stars that shone, I think, 19226|Had just a little link 19226|To love, and heaven, and love! 19226|When you were born the roses told 19226|A story that's true now; 19226|The nightingale that dreams at dawn 19226|The roses told a nightingale! 19226|The lily is as white as snow 19226|And the rose-leaf is as red as blood-- 19226|And, when the morning dawns, 19226|They tell the stories o'er again, 19226|Of the love that lives awhile! 19226|The lily is as white as snow, 19226|The rose-leaf is as red as blood-- 19226|And when old times have come, 19226|They tell the stories o'er again, 19226|Of the love that lives awhile! 19226|"Lilies of gold, we'll give them gold, 19226|And golden lilies we will give 19226|To greet your queen to be." 19226|The lilies turned their faces with gold 19226|And took the young queen to their place, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 38790 ======================================== 42072|With a voice that said in some way, 42072|"Do I remember, or is it night?" 42072|We looked down on the moon at last, 42072|And my brother said to me: 42072|"I guess you are right; if there were, 42072|You would not remember it much, 42072|With how strange a place it was; 42072|I have come here for I guess 42072|I shall not remember; 42072|But I feel the world is strange; 42072|It has given me such strange dreams; 42072|I wish I could stay here." 42072|So we went on past the forest 42072|And down among the grass; 42072|We saw two little lambs playing 42072|And just heard them bivouac. 42072|The moon looked down on them at last, 42072|With a voice that said in some way, 42072|I know not which; I cannot tell; 42072|But I know it felt good to have 42072|A place where I could always play 42072|At all the tricks you can think of. 42072|In the world of children 42072|There is nothing like play: 42072|They play and then they go away, 42072|They are always gone. 42072|Each day they start, 42072|And so soon 42072|They come back. 42072|When they are gone 42072|They are never here; 42072|That is why the mammals 42072|Have never any food. 42072|As soon as I was born 42072|My grandmother 42072|She dried out the eggs, 42072|But the old hen she put in them 42072|And cooked them all day long. 42072|My mother she made fun of me 42072|For being so bold, 42072|But my father he loved me dearly, 42072|And he would often say: 42072|I can't wait all day to tell you 42072|Of all the things he's done, 42072|For he could only play 42072|And get something to eat. 42072|We never had any food, 42072|And every day 42072|The cook forgot her tea. 42072|So we had to sing, 42072|We never had any song 42072|When we played hide and seek. 42072|When the mammals were done there 42072|But to eat 42072|The hen would never come; 42072|So they all went home sad and tired. 42072|Then I was very small 42072|And little would play, 42072|And I used to lie on the floor 42072|And pretend to be a bird, 42072|I was always lying on the floor, 42072|I would fly on the window sill-- 42072|But I never could fly. 42072|When at last a little thing 42072|I knew 42072|That there must be more to it 42072|Than I had dreamed; 42072|But I was very young for years 42072|And I thought I was very strong, 42072|So at last I ran away 42072|And climbed the trees of the forest 42072|(For never one could climb that tree.) 42072|Then I climbed the tree-tops higher 42072|And I went and ran on the seas, 42072|And I was very proud of my strength-- 42072|But always the wind would blow! 42072|In the dark, in the dark, where the trees were dark, 42072|In the dark, in the dark, 42072|I saw a little child. 42072|They brought her to me, 42072|With a red feather in his hat. 42072|I went to him one day, 42072|And I said that my clothes were old, 42072|And he smiled and he said, "Don't be sad." 42072|So happy the boy 42072|When he heard I was from home, 42072|For he said to me, "It's fun to see 42072|The trees and the roads again." 42072|He came and sat on my knee, 42072|Saying: "My Uncle, I'm so glad 42072|You are going out so far. 42072|I always thought the boys would go 42072|Out to look ======================================== SAMPLE 38800 ======================================== 1041|That is the truth; and all the rest is mere 1041|The shadows of an idle fancy found, 1041|Nor more than idle, so I deemed it worth, 1041|To weigh the truth with other fables done. 1041|The truth is, not an egg, but a feather, 1041|Can be for food a bird, and not a beast. 1041|'Tis no strange feeling in the breast, when wrong, 1041|Or when we see so many things so seemly, 1041|And yet we seldom act the better when 1041|We know we have not acted in our wink. 1041|For I am sure, if any by the score 1041|Were ever acted on by night or day, 1041|But knowing he had nought to do but strike, 1041|He'd have the devil to thank him for his choice. 1041|A small bird on the mountain's spray, 1041|Taught in the wilds a little art; 1041|A flock of sheep, or flocks of reeds, 1041|A shepherd to the rocks obey, 1041|And live like gods upon his praise. 1041|Or what are rocks, with trees to tread, 1041|But scaffolds for men to be erect? 1041|Nor books, nor statues, can compare 1041|The silly follies of the throng. 1041|Thus have I learn'd the foolish wise, 1041|And seen the guilty snares they lay 1041|For guilty men; so much I know. 1041|And whatsoe'er I tell to-day, 1041|Will be the story to-morrow; 1041|The guilty conscience let fly, 1041|A coward heart will ne'er confess. 1041|For many a thing to-morrow, great or small, 1041|Will pass like smoke through evil fate's black stratagem; 1041|But this I know and trust, which seems so true, 1041|The more a man's evil names his shame, 1041|The lighter will his shame to forgive. 1041|No longer for the men of old, 1041|Tremble at the wordless dead, 1041|And fear the judgments which are near, 1041|As little living in the world as they; 1041|Since the good things of the future do 1041|And the present only is enough for them. 1041|Let us go forward, go forward, brave the change, 1041|For what is past is past,--and what is past 1041|Is never born anew, and past must be 1041|The thing it was and never more will be. 1041|For things forgotten, and things that are dead 1041|Are never born anew where they have stood, 1041|The long dead, the long dead they have died, 1041|They are as things that have never been, 1041|Their place is in the shifting earth, 1041|The land that gives up them into night, 1041|And takes them up again to light. 1041|And the old earth has many a corpse beneath, 1041|So that the land that bears too long above 1041|The corpses of their bodies cannot hide 1041|The bodies of those bodies, and the ground, 1041|By its own deadness, doth keep pace; 1041|Nor does each flower of spring with its sweet breath 1041|Smile to the eye, but in the grasses doth hide 1041|Its deadness, and its bloom doth die. 1041|The grass that makes amends for the sin of the past, 1041|The grasses that grow up behind the graves, 1041|The high grass of the future that shineth and stayeth, 1041|All, all the graves for all that is to be doeth; 1041|And all the suns for their own dead ends will look. 1041|For the dead grass grows above the dead grass of the grave, 1041|The poor dead grass of the poor they will find; 1041|But the poor dead grass of the just and the poor dead grass of the just, 1041|Comes from out the market-place of God; 1041|For the market-place of God there is no need 1041|To be in it, nor to have one in it. 1041|In the air of the heaven there is no need 1041 ======================================== SAMPLE 38810 ======================================== 8187|"Oh, you 'as been the same, you 'ard;--a goodly 'at 8187|"As ever lived, all dead as I could count, 8187|"With that same devil-rage in thim I met." 8187|But now the day was passin' and far glidin' 8187|Upon each life his last sun-up gleidin', 8187|And so at last we all sat down to sup, 8187|And while we lay, for some reason, we made 8187|A joke about some lady, in whom stood 8187|A "Lady F-D," the "Nore" of your "Door," 8187|"Tarry a little longer"--all I knew, 8187|As _I_ heard, was that the _Lord_ of the _Sea_, 8187|As he pass'd did not know that I was there. 8187|So as the lady _stooped_, she made the sign 8187|Of her _finger_ point toward _me_--as sooth to tell! 8187|But, 'twas not for Lady F-D's that I felt 8187|That I _shatter'd_ her ringlets with my 8187|Inquiry--but the _Lady F-E_ that I _stiffen_! 8187|She did not feel the least thing to apprehend 8187|Of a 'tion, an' so long we tarry there, 8187|Thro' our _girish_ tiffas I seemt to stay 8187|A little while at least, as I knew she 8187|Was _meeting there_till I should let her go. 8187|But when, thro' the airt that she had laid me, 8187|I found the land where I was _erece_ she wanted, 8187|I found she was gone!--and so I let her go-- 8187|For, if so I _should_ have let her, I knew 8187|That so long as I had been _erece_ her, 8187|And had _now_ her, she should have my _pleasure_. 8187|"My God," I said, "_who-soesear_ will- 8187|"Say 'twas for me? ay, if ever such word 8187|"Was known in all the world and _any_ such, 8187|"Was heard or spoken, by whom have I been 8187|"Or by whom _understanding_ _have_ I been? 8187|"But, if so to lose _all_, 'twere hard to bear." 8187|Then I remember t'other thing, that once 8187|I said, as she _lookt_t up, the lady stood 8187|Hiddigeigei a moment, then so stood-- 8187|And then she _lookt_t_ down, she was _there_ and gone, 8187|And t'other _woman_ had nothing in _her_, 8187|And t'other was just at t'other's _residence_. 8187|"Oh, what a world, and so such a thing 8187|"Of 'twas!--ah, my God!--what _can_ befall _me_!" 8187|And, while she _lookt_t _in_ and _out_ and down, 8187|And while she _lookt_t and lookt _through_ and _through_, 8187|I _saw_ she did _not_ stand _there_, indeed, 8187|But stood _there_, but looked _out_, indeed, 8187|_All_ over_ all the land--all the world 8187|Where _she_ stood therein, and _she_ so stood, 8187|And I saw, all thro' my _heaven_ and _you_, 8187|That _she_ stood _all_ over it the _same_. 8187|Then thus I said--"Oh, what a _thing_ it is 8187|"To leave the _world_ and _all_ t'other world! 8187|"As pure as _our_?--oh, yes!--and _worth_ as _more_?" 8187|To whom the lady, with that same look, 8187|Whilst I to myself would gladly turn, 8187|"Nay--'tis the _World_, ======================================== SAMPLE 38820 ======================================== 4332|It is a man who does not fear to die. 4332|He wears his hat down high, 4332|And he folds his arms; 4332|He leans his head, and his brows are aching. 4332|He has an air of content 4332|In his deep silent eyes; 4332|But his voice, 4332|His voice in words. 4332|"What about the day of the fight? 4332|I must go home again. 4332|I cannot come to-night 4332|Into the house, 4332|I must stay here; 4332|A man has lost his way 4332|And the wind is blowing. 4332|His father left him here; 4332|It is windy all the way." 4332|"So I'll stay here; 4332|And his mother's in her grave, 4332|And my darling's dead. 4332|It is stormy. 4332|I have heard 4332|He would play on the old piano, 4332|On the edge of the wall. 4332|All the winter we've prayed 4332|To the Lord so to grant 4332|That we'd sleep near to the grave, 4332|And play on the winter night." 4332|The night falls and with its silence, 4332|The wind blows down the long street 4332|And sweeps by the walls, 4332|The doorways of the house. 4332|The man is very silent 4332|That he may not sleep near; 4332|But his heart is troubled; 4332|Night has gone by; 4332|And through the window 4332|The storm comes. 4332|He lifts up his head 4332|And he watches the stars; 4332|He watches the moon rise, 4332|And the stars that seem to rise 4332|With a sudden flickering gleam. 4332|He cannot sleep to weep 4332|Because they are coming here - 4332|The stars that seem to melt 4332|From the snowy ceiling's shine. 4332|It is the cold. 4332|He lifts up his head and sighs; 4332|"It is the cold; 4332|It is cold in the house, 4332|Yet the child goes out to play." 4332|He lifts up his head again, 4332|And sighs again, and says it is 4332|The cold that keeps him out of bed. 4332|"I am cold." 4332|And the wind blows down the long street, 4332|And sweeps by the walls; 4332|It is the wind that is all the rest. 4332|A little wind is a huge noise 4332|Lithe-footed and wild-eyed 4332|And loud and furious 4332|That hurries through the day 4332|Filled up with madness. 4332|A little wind blows round my head 4332|Like a great sea. 4332|It is the wind through the empty houses 4332|Murmuring and sighing, 4332|With its face like a great clammy pail, 4332|And its voices like children 4332|Playing at blow-pups with a bag. 4332|It is the wind that runs about my door 4332|As if it hates to be stopped. 4332|It is a wind that is drunk with noise, 4332|And it whines like a sackful of dry peas, 4332|And so we wait for it till it is almost done 4332|As though we wished we were out of the house 4332|That we can't sleep in our beds. 4332|It is the wind that is running up and down, 4332|And the little wind is saying, 4332|"Come up here, 4332|Where there's a house, and he's a house, 4332|Come up here, where he is sitting." 4332|It is the wind that is wild as a bird, 4332|And wilder than catnip. 4332|It is the wind in the middle of the night, 4332|Ruffling over the sky. 4332|It is the wind that will blow in at your house, 4332|And then go out again; 4332|And it's a wind that we don't like at all - 4332|It comes in with the ======================================== SAMPLE 38830 ======================================== 615|By her to whom he is attached, of her might 615|And honour that I would tell to thee and him 615|On my account, to leave us not one hour, 615|"To leave them both, together would I speed." 615|To take again her oath, Sir Ruggieri said; 615|But when he thought that she in truth would swear, 615|His own, he thought, and by his better know, 615|He could not: for to do her that right deed, 615|He took, and by his promise full believed, 615|That she with him in his estate would lie. 615|For his promise he made her that she should, 615|Albeit not that she should for aye be duteous. 615|Thus was Rogero led; who, full of fear, 615|Henceforth was far from love; he, in her sight, 615|Of him is silent, till they meet again, 615|With him now in his other chamber grown, 615|With him in foreign lands and founts aye serene, 615|Whom she with sweet address and sweet address, 615|Well pleasanded, of her lover's grace is showed. 615|She has to Rogero now so much to say, 615|That all her tears scarce leave her in supply; 615|But she is slow to understand and know, 615|And is from one day to another fled. 615|She to her maids a message on her head, 615|(The day of this my greeting) gave command; 615|And she her mother's heart, Rogero's love, 615|Had stirred to shame and harm, and sore offended. 615|She took the message to the damsel dear, 615|Who was upon her brother weeping sore: 615|And she the maid took in heart with pain, 615|And she addressed him thus (she said) in troth: 615|"You know, Rogero, of a vow I plight 615|That you would aid this damsel to the last; 615|And if I well foreknow, I know in truth, 615|That here for very grief you'll so bemoan. 615|"And, if from such a grave not long to take 615|The course which my forewarning fails to speak, 615|That you depart from thence, ere we were wed, 615|Would I not, with his promise, evermore 615|The blissful place defend and keep you from harm." 615|I well discerned by what means the lady bade 615|Her maids to find Rogero and pursue, 615|She ought to find a safe, and bring him hence 615|To make him come; for from the place to see, 615|Or, from such place, without delay to go, 615|Meseems, the martial damsel is prepared: 615|I with my lady follow, who would fain 615|(When so she may) her brother love bestow. 615|All night I to the lady went; and at day 615|(Ere I be gone) I made with her assent 615|The wish, that she Rogero be transported, 615|By order of the king, before his face. 615|I say, she took it as agreed, with good heed. 615|And I have still the further comfort taught, 615|That if a damsel, who is ever kind, 615|For any thing her heart and mind is ready, 615|She will admit no pleasure, or deny. 615|"If I have not been wrong or yet deceived 615|And not Rogero here transported," cries 615|The prudent damsel, "I have seen the day. 615|But if I have seen the very worst that be, 615|Yet with this wish I strive my best to will. 615|"With what you will I know not." -- -- -- "I, if one 615|Have power to tell you of these tidings, shall 615|For this and other small transaction foretell 615|A little book," Rogero cried, "thine own, 615|And which I will to be confided to, 615|That you on my return would find me here, 615|By you and others to repeat these twain." 615|This answer made the lady of that place, 615|And she and she alone: it was enough 615|To bring both him and himself to heart's pain. 615|She made with her a covenant to record 615|All that Rogero said, and all which ======================================== SAMPLE 38840 ======================================== 5185|Then the hero fell upon the son-in-law, 5186|Thus to save the house from ruin. 5186|"There was nothing save the floor-tree's trunks, 5186|And the forest's tops were leafless, 5186|And the forest-trees were bare and withered, 5186|Thus the willows, as a guide, were guiding 5186|I myself had died ere on the day I 5186|Could discover the first walk-way 5186|Of the palace, then, in truth, a stairway 5186|Was yet provided for my coming, 5186|Had I then the power of magic. 5186|"In the morning, when the village 5186|First began complaining about snow, 5186|I, thitherward, had journeyed weary, 5186|Carrying away with me the straw. 5186|Sang the willow from the outjuga, 5186|Strewed the stones over each other, 5186|And the sand upon the road we trampled, 5186|Over the tumbles foamed the brine. 5186|"When the snow the fields had covered, 5186|When the leaves were scattered wide, 5186|I, a better driver, guided 5186|To the path of greatest vigor, 5186|To the entrance of the chamber 5186|Of the famous Tuonela, 5186|Where she bathes herself and eats her breakfast. 5186|When the day for baking had come, 5186|I removed the sardine from the ook 5186|From beside the branches of the ash-tree, 5186|From the foundation of the willow, 5186|On the stove-stones of the corn-field. 5186|Saw the water of the streamlet 5186|Flowing by's side, refreshing; 5186|In my arms the water fitfully 5186|Wafted onward by the currents 5186|From the reedy bay to Pohyola. 5186|This discovery saddened me sorely, 5186|Shamed and hurt my steed of magic, 5186|Made me halt before the outlet 5186|Of the magic stream and whirlpool, 5186|In the house of Tuoni's child. 5186|"Then I saw within the mansion 5186|Where the Maiden of the North dwells, 5186|This reply of her enchanter: 5186|'Evil is the drink of evil; 5186|Nought but good the draught supplies him, 5186|Nothing but purest of the water 5186|Bringer of black to bleed's and killer. 5186|All for evil have I traveled, 5186|All to bring the maiden sickness; 5186|Evil is the drink of evil, 5186|Nought but good the drinking supplies me; 5186|All my journey was misfortune, 5186|O'ermastering misfortune on me. 5186|Wherefore was the death of evil, 5186|Murderous murder of Tuoni, 5186|Death of Tuoni's daughter thee?' 5186|"Then I answered Tuoni's minstrel, 5186|With a curse in malice smothered 5186|Tuonela's grief and anguish: 5186|'Since no peaceful way has led me 5186|To the maiden of the islands, 5186|Since the only means is trouble, 5186|I have brought misfortune on thee. 5186|Nought but misery thy father 5186|Gave me for my lifeblood as a pledge; 5186|As a ransom for my kindred 5186|I to thee have betrayed my father. 5186|Should not bring misfortune on me, 5186|Since my lifeblood thus has perished 5186|By thy malice led to trouble 5186|By thy wicked shallows watered, 5186|And upon them has fallen thy heir.' 5186|"This was what the singer said, 5186|Telling me into Famine 5186|That I should undergo for it, 5186|While his song was as his pall` 5186|Threatening as a serpent's fang.' 5186|"This was what the singer said, 5186|When he left me in the glenmin' 5186|With my locks dishevelled darken.'" 5186|Late broke the day-dawn in the morning, 5186| ======================================== SAMPLE 38850 ======================================== 30672|In the dark of that night at Halesom, when 30672|I heard the loud clang of her heart in my breast. 30672|Her pale eyes that seemed to gaze in my own 30672|Shone with a soft tenderness, 30672|That, like new light on a sea of night, 30672|Had illumed them wholly. 30672|I could not help but murmur a blessing, 30672|As I held her close to me. 30672|My thoughts were clouded with a misty care, 30672|When she looked up to my face, 30672|And said, 'Sweet, canst thou read a heart in mine?' 30672|I gazed at her pale form half fearfully, 30672|And she smiled with her clear brown eye, 30672|And I answered with a smile to her soul. 30672|I felt her warm, bright breath come from my cheek, 30672|Like the summer wind blowing o'er me, 30672|And all my startled sense could do, from that night, 30672|Was sit still and wait for the dawn. 30672|Then she said, 'Canst thou read my heart through mine eyes?' 30672|I answered with a smile, 30672|I read their hearts and each fair face through them, 30672|And I bowed them down with a love so deep, 30672|I thought it God's sweet death. 30672|I never knew a dream of a loved one 30672|So like heaven's own self therein; 30672|Or a look of my own childhood full 30672|Whose beauty was not wholly vain, 30672|But a fair picture of happy homes, 30672|With all the sweetest joys that life may know, 30672|Whose tender brightness was brighter 30672|Than aught beside. 30672|The memory of the past was ever in me, 30672|And the spirit's fierceness could not be tame, 30672|And with each sacred thought, that seemed heaven-real 30672|I was thrilled through with rapture, 30672|So that I never let it e'er have rest 30672|But with sudden rush, and burst into tears, 30672|And said, 'O God for mercy! 30672|Thine hour is at hand, which Thou didst hold! 30672|Thy love will never be for an hour more, 30672|Or it will be lost in the darkness that lies 30672|On every side. 30672|Thy God, the Lord God of mercy, 30672|Does guard me, and is gracious and high-minded, 30672|And I cannot suffer in His presence--God 30672|Will keep me there. 30672|I would not dwell a moment by Thy feet, 30672|Sorrow should come upon me, and my heart 30672|Would sink all hopeless and dark. I would not look 30672|On the long paths that lead to the great sun, 30672|Which shines through the world's tumult and the noise 30672|And tumult of this life. I would not stand 30672|Bewildered in the tumult and the dark 30672|Of the great hour. 30672|O God! 'tis said that I have seen Thee stand 30672|Beside Thy cross in sorrow, with my life 30672|Under thy foot, and pierced with bitter pain, 30672|And heard thy answer. I have felt with pain: 30672|Had I not been redeemed by that fair God 30672|And his white-robed servants? 'twas a sight 30672|To rend my heart to see the cross at last 30672|Stand beautiful beneath Thy feet, and say, 30672|"I am God's Son!" 30672|There is no song to me like the sweet sounds 30672|Of the far-off sea. There is no song to me, 30672|Like the sound of a song, when sunset, sunset 30672|Hangs over it like a dream; there is no song 30672|Like the deep notes falling from the singing 30672|Of those sweet stars that rise and leave Heaven, 30672|Falling on the soul with a low murmur, 30672|Like voices in the night on the mind's ear. 30672|'Tis a song of sorrow and light, 'tis low, 30672|Like music coming from the realm of Heaven; 30672|'Tis ======================================== SAMPLE 38860 ======================================== 42041|I think I could not walk at all. 42041|There was no wind to move the leaves, 42041|No wind to cool the water there, 42041|And I, I could go no more. 42041|The sky was wide and purple, 42041|And the water rose and fell 42041|In bright, sharp drops. You could see 42041|The white foam-flakes springing out 42041|Like tiny bubbles, sparkling, 42041|And so I swam away. 42041|There is a great black sea 42041|That stretches far and far 42041|From the sunny land of England 42041|On up and up. It is so broad, 42041|It is so deep, 42041|It is so dark, it is so white, 42041|It never seems to have a star, 42041|Yet 'tis the wonder-march of the stars! 42041|But when I see the little waves 42041|That break on the white and shining sands, 42041|And break on the brown and ripple-glowing sands 42041|The light-blue water laves, 42041|Of hope, of peace, of love. 42041|There was a wind to stir the leaves 42041|When we went out in the spring; 42041|When the little birds sang sweet words 42041|In the leaf-shadows overhead, 42041|A strange and little wind 42041|Came, and in the leaves it stirred us, 42041|And we murmured words of love. 42041|There may be some strange heart's thrill 42041|Upon the little leaves, 42041|But, when the summer dawns and shines, 42041|The wind has stirred us, love, 42041|To words, to tears 42041|Of love, and of gladness on earth. 42041|Now I will put my finger to my lip, 42041|And a little black thing I will call a butterfly. 42041|Here is another one to make a ring. 42041|There is a thing that waits and waits without me; 42041|There is a thing that sits and waits beyond me, 42041|And I would like to be a man and live 42041|As the wind waits and waits above me, 42041|But I can see that I would rather be a butterfly, 42041|With a kiss upon my heart. 42041|I have a life of quiet, 42041|I sit alone, 42041|And when I speak, think 42041|It is but right; 42041|That my love's lips, 42041|They might speak to me, 42041|How my life would be,-- 42041|How my heart would break-- 42041|I shall kiss their folds. 42041|The wind whispers low and sweet; 42041|The black wind falls 42041|From the green fields 42041|Like a white flower. 42041|I am proud in the sun's light, 42041|I am young, I rejoice. 42041|And when autumn winds blow cold 42041|As they blow across my way, 42041|I think I have a mind to play 42041|With a new thing. 42041|But they come to me no more 42041|With sweet words, and tender words. 42041|I am proud in the sun's light, 42041|I am young, I rejoice. 42041|And when autumn winds blow cold 42041|As they blow across my way, 42041|I think I have a mind to play 42041|With a new thing. 42041|There is neither sound nor sight 42041|But the dim-seen mountains, 42041|And the misty waste below. 42041|And the wind that sighs and goes 42041|Through the trees where the leaves hang, 42041|And the wind that sighs and goes 42041|In the hollows of the hill. 42041|And the wind that sighs and goes 42041|In the hollows of the hill, 42041|That blows the gale of the world 42041|That ripples round the world. 42041|O the wind that sighs and goes 42041|Through the hollows of the hill! 42041|A sighing wind, the wind that sighs and goes, 42041|That blows across the world to the sea of the far off sea, 42041 ======================================== SAMPLE 38870 ======================================== 615|And he, so long at peace, the stranger knight 615|Gave to the maid, and had in haste conveyed; 615|Then went to see if other tidings said. 615|"And now, in order to behold the knight, I 615|The dame as friend of his, and to his end 615|Add her sweet wife, on whom his mind depends. 615|And that so she the knight's arrival may 615|Delight, at length hear what I to you unfold. 615|"The youth, this while, from other regions hied, 615|A mighty marvel had to some of those 615|Who were with him: for, as you may see, 615|Of little stature and of scanty might, 615|He is an aged man, whom many dread: 615|Such were the ladies of the Moorish court. 615|"But more I then to you will have to say. 615|I went to view a noble king beside, 615|Who had, without one word of civility, 615|Laid down his life, and the young lord a spoil, 615|And with it that which made him worth so dear: 615|Beside him, who as lord made sire and son 615|Partakers of the monarchs of his realm; 615|"And he, it is believed, is in the wood 615|Of Serrasie, where the evil Elfin knight 615|Had sent forth hordes of Saracens, whose flight 615|Besieged his castle, and, in danger near 615|(Well nigh the time of day) the dame were near: 615|And thus the virgin, whom I told before, 615|Held out her arms, as one who was in fear, 615|And cried that all the rest were slain and gone, 615|'Mid all the dangers by the Saracen threatened. 615|"And thus, when she shall hear in what strait 615|The valiant dames she is to seek for aid, 615|She will, I know not why, be turned to scorn; 615|That I from her were well, and that I knew 615|I was to lead her to her father's peer; 615|And will, I know not why, be turned to woe; 615|And, with her damsel, to her own sad end. 615|"For, as the Saracen, who has an audience, 615|May have desired to hear him in aught 615|About his son, so I desire to hear 615|About my bride, and in her goodly case; 615|And to his honour, as is meet, advise, 615|For sake of such a gift, the king to bless. 615|"Or in his father's hall, wherein is seen 615|Of all his realm the greatest pomp and pride, 615|Whereon a marble fountain sings in air, 615|And in a place of gold with greenest gold 615|All that his house contains, the knightly dame, 615|Shall there be found: for he would deem that she, 615|Haply, in this, is of her father's blood. 615|"If ever I did right, the maid is dear, 615|But not for her good looks alone, but such 615|As oft the maid her mother's heart and mind. 615|She is so rich and goodly in the mind, 615|That he, from her, whom he can ne'er forget, 615|Would gladly have her to himself assign, 615|If he for so much gift should pray a friend. 615|"But since in this is made our damsel's fame, 615|Nor can I see aught to make her less, 615|Of her good father's love I am possest, 615|That he as well might love a lady fair. 615|She to her good father I, in short, 615|Of her my dear lord could tell, were she there. 615|Her goodly lord, at her desire, I knew, 615|By the bright hue of purple on his breast. 615|"In little time I came, that damsel told, 615|How I upon her gentle bearing shewed; 615|How she, from the first day, had been and stood 615|First in his eyes, as if by her own pleasure. 615|She in her love was of the dame and mine, 615|Which were so strongly knit, that, I could swear, 615|That with the maiden's pleasure was unrest ======================================== SAMPLE 38880 ======================================== 38520|Away from thee, my soul hath perished, 38520|And I am left alone-- 38520|But there's a land, a world, a God, 38520|Whose hands, as all forlorn and bare, 38520|The wings of darkness have upspanned, 38520|A little world of sin and sorrow, 38520|To be my God, though far from thee! 38520|Yea, there's a land a little land 38520|Aye where the little clouds are black, 38520|Where the little moon draws sweet and still 38520|Its amber face around the world's last breath; 38520|And where, upon their moonlit plumes, 38520|The nightingales of song repeat 38520|Their low, dark hymns of death and birth, 38520|That tell the last, last tale is told 38520|Of things that must be soon or late-- 38520|A little land of mystery, 38520|A little land of peace, a little land of dreaming. 38520|As I stood in the garden looking in the stars, 38520|I heard a soft voice whisper to me--"_If we can see_ 38520|_That the angels are doing their best._ 38520|_Why should we think that there's any doubt_ 38520|_Of God's love and care at rest with them?_ 38520|_The sun's aflame, the moon is fair,_ 38520|_But God is just about the earth._ 38520|_The wind's a-blowing, and all's well there,_ 38520|_We'll look at that in Heaven awhile_ 38520|_That's a very different story_ 38520|_There's a hell-fire in that house there_ 38520|_And the angel-fleets can hear our sin._" 38520|The night is falling, and the stars are bright, 38520|The wind blows fresh and free in the low east seas, 38520|And all is sweet above with the first faint gleams 38520|That come to us, as a dreamer dreams, at eve, 38520|Of a sky that never is dark, of a sea, 38520|Of a calm where the first faint gleams of morn 38520|Begin to ooze us in from the skies and ooze. 38520|Yet we shall never rest, for the stars are true; 38520|Around us they watch the earth, the sea, and the wood; 38520|We are like some old watch that the hunter knows, 38520|Whose fingers, when they step on a nestling bird, 38520|Say, "Listen, little bird, you are a hunter too!" 38520|And now the dark night lies round us, for now 38520|The shadows are strong and the wind breathes dark. 38520|And now the very nightingale is mute, 38520|And what she says she cannot tell howe'er right, 38520|Because she is afraid she shall be wrong, 38520|And will tell nothing, and yet will be still. 38520|Yea, the night is silent and the stars are hid 38520|Afar, but still the moon casts half her beams 38520|Across the sky, like a path of crystal stone, 38520|Making to gleam and shine to the light, 38520|While from the hillside the last slow beams are fled, 38520|And the first light of day is up the haze. 38520|The very night is like a prison yard, 38520|All dark with iron bars, that imprison 38520|The moon-beam as it would rest on the heart 38520|Of a dear friend,--for it is not sweet to-day, 38520|But then so deep, so black, so beautiful, 38520|That it could but have given God's blessing of light 38520|If heaven be not so sweet for all men's needs. 38520|"God was a little child, 38520|He prayed 38520|For me. 38520|"He said: '_O Father, Maker, 38520|O Holy, Holy, Holy!_ 38520|"'_Give me an apple that I may eat_,'" 38520|God said, 38520|And he took me, the little child, 38520|His apple, but it did not give, 38520|For it did not bring 385 ======================================== SAMPLE 38890 ======================================== 26199|A thing of nature. 26199|But the world in general 26199|Is a far too human world, 26199|And needs an angel. 26199|The world, when it is made, 26199|Would appear a very man; 26199|But man in the end, 26199|Will decay.-- 26199|Our best things die; 26199|It is too much a part of Heaven 26199|To linger over. 26199|To our world, with an air 26199|As if it could not find 26199|An earthly father, 26199|An earthly mother. 26199|But who can say what's best? 26199|The reason's simple: 26199|They're not made for Heaven-- 26199|But they die! 26199|A man's soul is to his body 26199|A vital spirit. 26199|That spirit is at once his wealth, 26199|His finest ornament. 26199|And the body which he leaves 26199|Is but a heap of dust. 26199|Then, with a joyous noise, 26199|As if Heaven's care 26199|Were all for him--our hearts were glad. 26199|We sang, as to a popular tune, our roundelay. 26199|But when we turned, in a moment they wept-- 26199|Men lost themselves to wonder and to fear, 26199|We were the prey of sudden fancy: 26199|As if one thought were on us, 26199|Each thought, our bosoms, held us in thrall. 26199|They thought no more of the earth or the sea, 26199|Thought they were lost and to be lost; 26199|Fretting and perplexed and distraught, 26199|In sorrow they stood trembling before the day. 26199|That night the stars flashed bright in the clear clear skies, 26199|And a voice cried from the silent blue-- 26199|"There is no room for you in the chosen bowers 26199|On the earth or the sea--on the air alone." 26199|And we felt it, and knew it, our hearts were given 26199|When we left their home, but we knew it not-- 26199|It came with swift and fatal speed 26199|From depths eternal, and we knew not how near, 26199|In light and silence, the call went forth to the air. 26199|And we thought, to be left in the dark alone 26199|Is to be free of joy, of health, of wealth. 26199|We felt that our sons and our grandsons must pass 26199|To a far nobler life, with a nobler home. 26199|We thought, if men should but have tears to let 26199|A little child know that he is weak, 26199|And if he should feel sad, and should not go 26199|To his bed in the morning, could we but give 26199|Harsh words to the father that tears were in his hair, 26199|And if such words we should utter, we should see 26199|The clouds of confusion to roll away, 26199|And a brighter day appear for his hopes and his gain, 26199|And the cloud of our grief should vanish in evening's sky. 26199|But the thought of a deeper, a deeper loss 26199|Came like a tempest from the outer air, 26199|And the storm-wind murmured '_Let him live! Let him live_.' 26199|The father's heart beat, and he heard it said:-- 26199|'_No! He must die! He must die! 26199|In the thicket of battle his life he shall not give._' 26199|In all our wanderings, in all our days, 26199|To the fount of tears we brought with us, 26199|We have brought us sorrows which we knew not whence. 26199|And we said, when we woke to the morning-star, 26199|'The world has changed and its sons are grown old; 26199|And we were children, who when summer was young, 26199|Went forth for a walk, in the summer-time, 26199|And the sun shone bright on the flowers and grass.' 26199|But we were children, who walked in the dew 26199|Through the fields where the dew-drops were blue. 26199|And we were ======================================== SAMPLE 38900 ======================================== 34015|That my heart was cold and cold as marble, 34015|That the day was dead to me, 34015|And my heart was cold and cold as granite. 34015|O earth and heaven and hell, they are all one, 34015|The sun is shining on you like a star: 34015|What is the star you smile at so? 34015|Sun, thou art the same as we, and we are the same, 34015|Somewhere a child is singing, 34015|Some one is sighing, and some one is weeping, 34015|And the sky is overcast; 34015|And somewhere in this world, 34015|Of all the lands, one stands. 34015|And as I gaze upon him, 34015|So gaze I on despair, 34015|Who is it that has cast off Him: 34015|My child, my angel--but I shall not find Him; 34015|He is on earth, and His angels cannot meet Him; 34015|I shall not see him till I die. 34015|No! I shall not see him to-day; 34015|He is on earth, and His angels cannot meet Him: 34015|There are so many, God, for me to look at: 34015|There are so many who are like you, 34015|And so many so fair; 34015|Hearts like his own are burning, 34015|And are breaking into song,-- 34015|But I shall not see him to-day, 34015|For I am not there yet. 34015|There are so many, God, for me to see: 34015|A woman stands in the moonlight clear, 34015|And I do not see her face. 34015|There are so many, God, for me to hear: 34015|A child is playing near, 34015|So sweet is the sound and the light 34015|That floats around her feet. 34015|There are so many, God, for me to lean 34015|On when we have nothing further to say, 34015|And when we are tired that he can not hear: 34015|_I_ can hear all things beside. 34015|There are so many, God, for me to hold, 34015|That keep my soul so far from you 34015|That when I am tired I can come down, 34015|And touch you with my heart. 34015|There are so many, God, for me to love, 34015|That hold so many for my kiss: 34015|For your heart is so full of your love, 34015|I can never grow old. 34015|There are so many, God, for me to wait 34015|At your sweet presence to behold: 34015|And, when all is done, I can kiss you, dear, 34015|With a thousand kisses. 34015|There are so many, God, to worship God 34015|In a far country, by a deep sea-shore, 34015|A thousand miles of desert sand, 34015|Where the dawn of God smiles, in a land unknown: 34015|But I will not go, dear child, until I hear, 34015|"He loves you, God," I am there. 34015|When last, last night, all in my sweet sleep I lay, 34015|The soft white hands of sleep came softly o'er my breast; 34015|And I heard, oh, how the sweet sweet sea-birds sang, 34015|That I must close my eyes in this beautiful dream. 34015|And then waking, over my waking eyes there shone, 34015|The clear white light of the moon, as it grew pale, 34015|Like a silver wand that lightens under a kiss 34015|In sleep upon a midnight hour and long, long luve, 34015|And far, far off a star. 34015|Then from my eyelids lifted slowly I could hear 34015|A whisper in my sleep; and the dream seemed strange and dear; 34015|A voice within my sleep said, "I knew where you dwell; 34015|I am a phantom strange of enchantment rare; 34015|"The dream I dreamed is false and the dream he went in; 34015|But the dream within the sleep is a beautiful one, 34015|And lovely is the song you sing. 34015|"And so in your night-dreams oft you oft wonder ======================================== SAMPLE 38910 ======================================== 1166|And as he leaned at my door 1166|He seemed to scan the space 1166|With all their secrets in his eyes. 1166|My soul, like their hearts, was cold 1166|And in my breast they pressed 1166|Like a little spring inside a grave. 1166|And in my heart their eyes 1166|Were brighter, purer, and more wise, 1166|For I thought of a prayer 1166|They heard from afar about a dead man's bed, 1166|I thought of a prayer. 1166|I think I saw the moon come out 1166|From under that dead man's head! 1166|O, had the moon been only dead 1166|A little space of spring, 1166|I never would have been with them 1166|To hold their vigil there. 1166|But then they died at my feet 1166|Before I'd thought of a prayer; 1166|And they came back at nightfall 1166|To guard the vigil there. 1166|Yet I will think of them and pray 1166|Till my heart is as it was; 1166|They gave me the moon so clear 1166|And the air with its bells of blue, 1166|To think of a prayer. 1166|The air is ringing with drums, 1166|The white hands that come from the street, 1166|Of the people who gathered to-day 1166|In our town, far away. 1166|They are coming in long columns 1166|And stretchers of old men, 1166|Tongues of laughter and song, 1166|And of terror and tears. 1166|The drums are heavy, marching 1166|And shouting, and chanting; 1166|We give you all of us our hearts, 1166|We only beg for breath! 1166|We only beg for breath. 1166|We only can weep; 1166|Let us weep as soon as we may, 1166|For we die for you in the great hour! 1166|We only can weep. 1166|I can leave, for a sign, 1166|The old gray people, in the street -- 1166|But when, oh when shall they hear 1166|That we have come back again? 1166|I only want our faces 1166|To shine in the moonlight 1166|That flows from those old dead faces, 1166|As they pass by the lonely homes 1166|Of all our dead people. 1166|If they look in my eyes 1166|When they see my face so near, 1166|I wish that they may fear me; 1166|I can leave them their faces, 1166|But I will not come back. 1166|The old people are gone to the town, 1166|But I come back with the moon in my hand, 1166|And my feet are wet with the tears of the rain. 1166|I leave their houses to walk in the night, 1166|And I leave the homes of many an one -- 1166|And I go back and forth, 1166|A dream is dying in God's houses, 1166|It seems to me still -- 1166|I only go back to the houses 1166|That sleep so long asleep. 1166|The old white people are old; 1166|"God's house, God's house," they said. 1166|"The house of God, He is old; 1166|"God's night has gone away." 1166|I see strange faces in the windows, 1166|Strange faces in the stars. 1166|I cannot keep my feet in the dark; 1166|I am only walking in dreams. 1166|The old white people turn in the door, 1166|And a woman runs out, 1166|The old man says: "Where there is no man, 1166|No one shall be His guest." 1166|And a man: "Where there is no one to eat 1166|The one who's living shall die." 1166|But the children turn in the old white faces, 1166|They say: "God is God." 1166|And the old white people say: "Oh, God, 1166|Oh, God, why so slow?" 1166|I only wait till I have finished my prayers, 1166|And then I must ======================================== SAMPLE 38920 ======================================== 1365|Is seen in every place! 1365|"The children of the world shall shout, 1365|And the men of the world shall fight: 1365|Yea! and the mountains through the forests roar, 1365|And the oceans in great tumult roar; 1365|And the nations in the earth shall come, 1365|And shall dwell side by side; 1365|With a common spirit, and love, and awe, 1365|And the joy of a common race." 1365|Then said a voice within her breast: 1365|"The love of children is no more 1365|Than the love of the God in heaven." 1365|"And shall we then," said the Virgin's Queen, 1365|"Go down into the world's wide waste, 1365|And what will be our need there 1365|Shall be better than this world has seen? 1365|What will be the use of all the wealth 1365|That we gathered, or have gathered, here, 1365|To make this our own work? And is it thus 1365|God wills that our work shall be done?" 1365|It was the little, hand-state of the child 1365|Which Christ from her own mother dropped 1365|When, in His agony 1365|For her sake, the mother breathed his soul 1365|Into a flame of light. 1365|It was the little hand-signal of her love 1365|Which Christ from her own father took, 1365|And since that time 1365|He can never lose. 1365|It was the little, hand-signal of her love 1365|Which made the Mother of the Lord say, 1365|"In that same hour 1365|The Lord will raise up a NESTLE OF THE EARTH!" 1365|In that same hour, 1365|When all the birds of the heavens were stirred, 1365|With flapping of wings, 1365|Like a flock of holy angels, up above 1365|She sent unto me this message of prayer, 1365|O Virgin, in thy mercy, what it is 1365|That hath made earth so full of sorrow, 1365|I pray of thee, of thee, with all my heart, 1365|That thou wouldst teach me this hand-signal 1365|For the work of Love, and teach me to write! 1365|I shall not live nor see the sun rise again; 1365|I shall not see the world's bright eyes grow dim; 1365|I shall be with my children when they sleep, 1365|To see the stars at midnight shine or sink, 1365|And not remember in my dreams the sorrow 1365|That has oppressed me long. 1365|There comes an end in prospect, 1365|Then, O then, come to me! 1365|There comes an end in departure, 1365|Then, O then, come to me! 1365|Come, let us take the road back, 1365|Where the foot is swift and weary! 1365|Come, let us go beyond the mountains 1365|That have known the year's decay and turmoil! 1365|For when the sun has set and risen, 1365|And the shadows roll and darken o'er its light, 1365|Then the world grows gray and dreary, 1365|Where the stars that went before it 1365|Seem to watch and weep a thousand years through. 1365|When the summer is ended, 1365|And the cold winds blow, 1365|The world grows dull and weary, 1365|And sad and sad, 1365|With her children in her arms and her home by the sea. 1365|But when the autumn 1365|That is coming is near 1365|With its heart-shaped leaves and its rustling 1365|And the sighing breeze, 1365|The heart of the forest and the heart of the earth 1365|Are singing in one, and the angels seem 1365|To hover round you, and the stars are shining. 1365|Now the years are come and are over, and we who have lived 1365|This season of pain are old. O God! I am old; 1365|And I know in my soul that Thou hast made 1365|Me patient and glad, that Thou hast shown me 1365|A goodly work, and the day ======================================== SAMPLE 38930 ======================================== 1279|And some he sent, and some he gave; 1279|He sent a horse, he sent a man-- 1279|A soldier 'wayward, rough and rude. 1279|But, what would that have done to Tommy, 1279|Whom the soldiers call the Wolf? 1279|The Wolf then sent the soldier nane, 1279|And--why, it wasna hard to say; 1279|The Soldier took the Wolf in tow, 1279|Then took the Wolf to the next fray. 1279|But now the time is come, ye're free, 1279|For we'll have some new forms of play; 1279|But first, let us to the Abbey, 1279|That great old Abbey to ascend; 1279|To which we must a twelvemonth go, 1279|Be sure and stay awhile; 1279|There, by the angels' gracious gifts, 1279|Will you be blessed as you die, 1279|And win a pretty souvenir 1279|For your Lord and Father's sakes; 1279|Then stay awhile at the Abbey, 1279|And there, when you're quite at your ease, 1279|Furnish me with a pint of wine, 1279|And then I'll write your glorious name, 1279|And mark each stanza with your fame. 1279|For ye may say, "I am glad to be here," 1279|And welcome me with "kind regards;" 1279|And when I am in your presence, say 1279|That you're welcome here to-day." 1279|But, to return from our tour-- 1279|If we have visited this shore, 1279|And passed the Border Posts, 1279|I do not think we've been without 1279|A good, old glass of sherry. 1279|We've had the very best of things, 1279|And seen fine curios: 1279|I've seen a pot after prayer, 1279|That brought a flood of holy water, 1279|I've seen the master-piece, 1279|That makes a saint of the devil, 1279|I've seen fine stuffs of a nature 1279|And saints of their own; 1279|I've also met with some strange 1279|And curious works of skill, 1279|As, for example, a little 1279|Theologian, that ran 1279|In a small glass-fountain, 1279|With a very good glass-butt. 1279|To Rome, I've heard, is a joyless place, 1279|With all their cares and prejudices; 1279|But I must not say that they 1279|Are cruel, or unkind, or void of morals, 1279|In my brief wanderings through the earth 1279|Have met some saints, and some sinners. 1279|For when I saw some poor men, in need, 1279|Condig'd "wandering about," 1279|With no book or means of helping them, 1279|I could not but think they must have brains, 1279|For that their feet should stumble so; 1279|And I resolved to see what I could, 1279|(A visit which I made) 1279|About their places of care, 1279|Till I found out what it was that made them ill, 1279|And after some study, research, 1279|I became convinced that they 1279|Had been for some time in want; 1279|And for years had been without a Care, 1279|And then, by God's permission, 1279|They were now receiving Cares, Cares, Cares 1279|From God, in the glass, from Him! 1279|But, if these poor ones have been wronged, 1279|By wicked men and women, 1279|I wish to God, that I might see how 1279|The poor poor ones have been wronged! 1279|Some, like the beggar, in the street, 1279|When he was faint and pale, 1279|Have made their bed, like beds of gold, 1279|'Till death shall bid them rise: 1279|But they, more gentle than the rest, 1279|Have made their bed, and laid their head 1279|In some kind charity-house, 1279|Like beds of brass, by living men, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 38940 ======================================== 35287|By such as they are, not by them I fear! 35287|I fear their craft, their cunning, their skill. 35287|These will with their wicked scheming quarrel, 35287|And that they will come from far to wage. 35287|Who could foretel their coming, or foretell 35287|Their insidious, cunning, and malicious art? 35287|The coming of the flying raven, 35287|I fear the coming of the sly thief. 35287|I fear their secret ambushes, and their ambush, 35287|Their cunning, their cunning, and sly fraud: 35287|They'll rob me of my peace of mind, I fear, 35287|And put me by with violence and scorn. 35287|They'll lay an ambush, I'll go with them, 35287|And 'twill bring the vengeance that I hope to feel. 35287|They'll put poison on my drink, and then, 35287|I'll sink within the wilderness of sleep 35287|And never wake, till they have come to stay, 35287|And killed the first of whom they ever slew! 35287|I fear not for themselves, but all mankind, 35287|But most of all this paltry humanity! 35287|God's angry spirit is against the poor, 35287|They think that they have power to give them peace. 35287|I fear the coming of the spirit that never rests, 35287|Or cries aloud in wrath and anguish, 35287|But stands at ease in secret, and can hear 35287|The discord and discord in one voice. 35287|They will be my foes, and when they come to slay 35287|I tremble, trembling, for the evil it brings, 35287|The strife, the wrong, the misery to come, 35287|The wickedness of the wretches that dare 35287|To play, now on the sick in peace, now on the rich. 35287|The Spirit, that is in that evil place, 35287|Is the same in man and beast the same! 35287|So, till I die, I'll trust in Him, my God, 35287|And look God's anger on the hypocrites. 35287|The sick shall have compassion on their sick, 35287|The poor in armament shall bear the sword, 35287|Till the days of their shame are numbered, and their glory, 35287|Their sin and debt for ever spent, 35287|Is one with my old earthly fear and dread. 35287|Aye, it is this--the voice of the aged swain, 35287|And say, O Lord, let us go and see! 35287|Why must we stand and gaze, and hear, as all men 35287|Shall hear and see, the end of darkness! 35287|He speaks; the Spirit speaks; we listen, fear, 35287|Resolve, and comfort on every side. 35287|The Spirit of man will be victorious, 35287|And the sick shall share in the good of all. 35287|The man of God, and his God-begotten he, 35287|Shall work out His purposes for man. 35287|In the darkness must He work without delay, 35287|And all men be to Him as is He. 35287|The Lord of heaven is the Almighty's own son, 35287|The one and only Son for all. 35287|And, although the blessed Saviour has not come, 35287|And although none can him restore; 35287|The Lord of glory, by whom our Saviour came, 35287|Hath come o'er sea and land indeed; 35287|Not by force, but by divine command, 35287|He went to save his brother man; 35287|And none shall see, who should oppose him, 35287|In that great darkness in the mansions of the dead! 35287|And he comes when the living shall be dead, 35287|And we shall be in that darkness,--none can tell, 35287|But we shall both be living, and we shall be dead. 35287|I saw the stars in splendour all shine, 35287|The night-bright meteor lights appear, 35287|And the moon rising from the firmament, 35287|With her whole circlet in the sky; 35287|When I listen'd 'neath the starry arch, 35287|All silent, in a starry place; ======================================== SAMPLE 38950 ======================================== 4331|I don't care how old you should be; 4331|I'll give you love or hate 4331|Just as soon. 4331|I say, and I say: 4331|In your eyes and your words 4331|I may never find 4331|The one word that breaks 4331|From the old world 4331|Like my love. 4331|Whence your eyes look deep, 4331|And your lips smile clear 4331|As you make your love 4331|Sweet music. 4331|Do you like when these words 4331|Are just as sweet 4331|As the music that makes 4331|Love music? 4331|When you've kissed her mouth 4331|With my mouth and eyes 4331|And as pure and white 4331|As the snow? 4331|And you never do want tears. 4331|I know how long it is 4331|Since I've kissed her eyes 4331|Where the stars are bright, 4331|And her cheeks that say Faire-land 4331|Somewhere over night; 4331|And I see how long it is 4331|Since her hair has blown 4331|Like a bunch of rime 4331|Over her cheeks and neck, 4331|And my fingers have kissed 4331|But the first. 4331|And I know that her kiss 4331|Has so sweet a taste 4331|That it comes as a tear 4331|Upon a summer day 4331|When I sigh and call 4331|Her name on my lip 4331|And lie down in a dream 4331|In a garden of light, 4331|Dreaming of the light 4331|That glimmers and glows, 4331|As a tear falls in prayer 4331|And a tear falls. 4331|So I kiss her mouth 4331|With my mouth that is like stars; 4331|And I go to lie with God 4331|And listen to His voice; 4331|And the long night comes with me 4331|As the light that comes with the day 4331|To the garden of light 4331|Dreaming of the light. 4331|So I know that a child needs love 4331|Because her kisses are bright, 4331|And because her eyes are close to mine, 4331|And because I loved her so. 4331|But when her hair's in waves, 4331|Her hands outstretched across the sky; 4331|When her little feet beat the floor, 4331|Her curls a-droop up among the trees, 4331|Whence I know that I love her not 4331|Because her happy eyes are blue. 4331|Even so, even so, 4331|My little daughter, 4331|My own child, 4331|Pouring smiles on every face you see, 4331|Telling every story in your ears, 4331|All the world's a-flower, 4331|Light for one of us,--only one of us. 4331|Even so, even so, 4331|The night and the stars, 4331|Wind on the street and sky in the window, 4331|Wind in the garden and wind in the air, 4331|Light everywhere from dawn to dark, 4331|Till the dawning, when the shadows start, 4331|And the night-wind falls like silence and song. 4331|One night I dreamed a dream,-- 4331|My dream it was not many years ago, 4331|And yet I seem to hear 4331|Past the twilight of the mind, 4331|Past the dusk I seem to mark, 4331|Somehow, the coming years 4331|Are things beyond my dream, 4331|Things we only dream of while we live. 4331|Aye, when we dream of life 4331|Life is so strange and strange. 4331|The ways of men are strange, 4331|But the ways of God are most strange. 4331|The ways of men are strange, 4331|But the ways of God are most strange. 4331|I cannot help myself. 4331|I shall have God if I will. 4331|Only with His help do I survive. 4331|Only His help can I forgive or forgive. 4331|Only with His help I forgive or forgive. 4331 ======================================== SAMPLE 38960 ======================================== 1365|With the music of his harp! 1365|Ah, that's too much for a child 1365|To have such company! 1365|But he called for his fan and his book, 1365|And he danced away the night, 1365|And the winds with him, through the trees, 1365|Fling their shadows and fancies. 1365|And in bed he lies now; 1365|And he dreams the dreams of youth, 1365|In the days of long ago; 1365|Dreams of the dances of his boyhood, 1365|And of love without a stain, 1365|And of the song he used to sing 1365|By the lake and the spouting well, 1365|When the night was still and sweet,-- 1365|All in a land beyond the grave, 1365|And the stars were above him, shining 1365|Like a shining enchantment. 1365|Ah, that's too much for the child, 1365|Who, through the darkness of life, 1365|Hears in the dreary night 1365|Dreams and visions of dreams, 1365|Till he wakes in the dream,-- 1365|When he awakens there, 1365|And his mother is standing by, 1365|With her basket, that, as from the grave 1365|Sadder than the grave, 1365|Holds all that she gathers of joy, 1365|When the morning comes in the south, 1365|And his home is fair and near! 1365|I have read, and I own what has been written, 1365|As the great and good of the world have judged it, 1365|That we who have power to shape our destiny, 1365|Have wrought the greatest calamities, 1365|And we have taught each succeeding generation 1365|To do its worst, 1365|And each succeeding generation is better, 1365|By far than the last. 1365|And if the end will ever be the same, 1365|And we make the best of the present, not the worst, 1365|I feel sure that the end has been the same; 1365|We, who have given our souls to the making of shoes, 1365|To the making of houses, not houses houses themselves, 1365|Give our souls to the making of them; 1365|We, whose hands have grudged the world what it gives, 1365|God grants not as much, 1365|But it seems that it is better, surely, 1365|Because we have made it more perfect than the rest; 1365|So we fill our pockets, and we have more than our due, 1365|And it is best. 1365|I am sorry to be here, 1365|But I must say it straight: 1365|There's nothing worse than the heat, 1365|In a summer night. 1365|On the sea and in the battle 1365|In the open fields that lie 1365|Of a vast and unexplored country; 1365|On the waters of the night, 1365|Where a voice of sea and sky 1365|Calls out to lonely waterfolk, 1365|Who would linger, as before, 1365|On their hidden island home; 1365|And the winds go up and down, 1365|Saying only, "Hear the call; 1365|Come, follow the wind-swayed sea, 1365|Where the night wind tells the tale 1365|Of the lost leagues of Babel, 1365|In the land beyond the white, 1365|Fashioned by God for us!" 1365|Oh, a little later, 1365|One of those strange old tales 1365|Which the eyes grew blind again 1365|Through a sudden love, forlorn; 1365|And I heard, from some lone stream 1365|In the desert, some dark cave, 1365|Some old woman singing 1365|To the stars that shone by day, 1365|And the moon and the star-strewn air, 1365|And in faint and sickly tune 1365|Gleaming through the earth and sky, 1365|What old maid has left her pipe, 1365|And the wailing song repeats 1365|Through the barren barren years 1365|Of the land, which I have seen. 1365|Ah, ======================================== SAMPLE 38970 ======================================== 19|The sacred Tree of Life, the Tree of Knowledge, 19|The Tree of Knowledge stood, 19|His silver Branch in the air held up, 19|Gave forth its odor of PEA, 19|While from the leaves, of every Species, 19|Fell down the dew of Night. 19|The sacred Tree of Life had been 19|So long a single one, 19|No intermission sought or sought, 19|No passing o'er the mark, 19|Till, from the boughs, the oars released, 19|The branches swelled so densely, 19|The oars let go their voice, and the Tree fell, 19|And I became a cuckoo, and you a lark; 19|Our voices called one another, 19|The day after that we went our separate ways. 19|I stand upon the very Tree whence Adam fell, 19|And I am the witness of its sprouting bunches of gemms, 19|On this wise my heart yearns 19|For the promised years, the pleasant woods, 19|And the great wilderness with its virgin wildness. 19|How shall it please thee, Sage, to bring it into proof? 19|For I have looked upon Nature, and lo! what is there seen 19|In Nature's face that provokes thee to become a Sage? 19|The world is full of wonder, and yet I would rather 19|That man should flout God, or God Himself should flout 19|The world, and if He flout, how must it flout me! 19|If I should see a thing that thrilled me, the feelings 19|Are as sensitive as any music that swells 19|The great sea-currents of the heart; as music 19|They will awake me whenever I remember a dream, 19|Or a strange vision that I dream, of a child that played 19|Upon a trestle in the fields, 19|Of cowslip-buds, and autumn leaves so red, 19|Hinting of frosts and of days to come. 19|Yet this is true only; nay, I am worn with it; 19|Still, as I look upon it, I am dazzled; 19|Even thy smile is better than my vision, 19|Safer than the mystery that lies beyond; 19|For when I am engaged in conversation 19|With things obscure and remote, that surely follow, 19|The vision floats up to mine eyes, and there, in the sun, 19|Languishes the dim premonitions of the thing. 19|Even to my soul, these things are not as they are; 19|I would be patient and indulgent to thee: 19|I would give all that I see to one who willed it, 19|And watch it wave in the wind of the seasons; 19|For aught that I do not wholly see, I see. 19|If all else fails, and life be not the pinnacle 19|That I have hoped, and that some day I shall see; 19|If I should see a thing that thrills and provokes me; 19|I would ask "Is it a vision or a vision?" 19|And mark with a clearer vision which it is. 19|Then in thy face how shall I feel those twain elements, 19|The two great elements of life and action? 19|How shall I feel in the presence of thy Divinity, 19|To whom my soul has sworn adieu before? 19|When all shall pass, when the last and last shall be the man, 19|When the last and last shall be the Law of thy Being. 19|Thou wast not born for this vast and waste of things; 19|Thou hast been fashioned for a greater life of men, 19|Made to be free and enfranchised by the labor 19|Of a greater will, O Soul of my earliest childhood. 19|Thou art my brother, and my brother's heir; 19|I am thine husband, and his heir and heir-loom: 19|Thy first-born I shall be, as sure as daylight is, 19|Thine heir by gift, and thy first-born I shall be, 19|From the first hour of my conception until this 19|When earth was formed and the stars were furl'd in air. 19|O soul of my earliest childhood! thou hast touched on 19|A few bare facts, and then proceeded to more exotic 19|Theorems; yet now thou ======================================== SAMPLE 38980 ======================================== 37452|And the wind that blew for many a mile, 37452|And the wind that shook the forest, and the trees, 37452|And the night there, with the stars on the brow, 37452|And the moon and clouds overhead! 37452|And what is the glory, where no light is, 37452|Of the glory that was ours 37452|To the last! 37452|And what shall we do when Time shall come-- 37452|O Time, and Death, and What-not-Sorrow-Sorrow! 37452|Then shall we not laugh, for all the stars 37452|Will be like eyes upon our walls 37452|Who shall be gone! 37452|We shall be old, we shall be old, 37452|We shall die, we shall die, 37452|We shall live, we shall live, 37452|We shall weep, we shall weep, 37452|When Life's day's done. 37452|We shall laugh, we shall laugh, 37452|We shall grieve, we shall grieve, 37452|We shall pray, we shall pray, 37452|We shall yearn, we shall yearn, 37452|We shall yearn withal, 37452|Till life's breath hath fled. 37452|We shall curse, we shall curse, 37452|We shall curse and curse, 37452|And hope is in our feet, 37452|And joy is in our hands, 37452|And hate is of our clay, 37452|And love is in our brain. 37452|We shall curse and grieve and curse 37452|Till time be fled away, 37452|And all men live to hate, 37452|And all men live to hate! 37452|For I have found, in my old age, 37452|That a bird-gift is never lost: 37452|It may be lost at earliest spring, 37452|Or it may be kept in flower. 37452|Oft-times it sits by the window 37452|When Summer lifts her smoke in heaven, 37452|And oft-times when the wind is loud 37452|It sits on the fence between. 37452|Oh, I knew a bird--I knew one 37452|When I was very young; 37452|'T was a star in the boughs of a 37452|Juniper tree on the shore. 37452|By the sea's blue rim it sang, 37452|And I heard it as I sate 37452|Under a tree on the cliff afar 37452|In an orchard with wild fig trees. 37452|It flew up high in the trees 37452|Like a bright bird-gift in song;-- 37452|I have seen its feathers spread 37452|Over the green-wood's edge, 37452|And the wild birds have seen 37452|From the boughs of the Juniper tree 37452|Its flying form through the green. 37452|But now it is dead and forgotten, and I dwell 37452|Waning in the shadow of yonder wild tree; 37452|And every night that I see it is glad 37452|To hear it sing its youth anew, anew, 37452|Till the tree falls over dead--the tree that is dead-- 37452|And withers from the earth the tender flower. 37452|I am weary of yon lonely wood, 37452|And the grey old-time street, 37452|And the noisy world and the world's ways 37452|And all the life beneath. 37452|Y' are weary of the world's ways, and 37452|Y' ask me, is it right? 37452|I have seen them, say, a dozen roads 37452|All a-glow with amber lights-- 37452|I have seen them--I have seen them, hear, 37452|And I say, is my lot? 37452|Is it right, when I have known, I say, 37452|This light and all its charms, 37452|That the tree which now holds it to-day 37452|Should grow with other trees, and none 37452|Of the glad trees in the world? 37452|And must I pluck the Juniper tree, 37452|And its bright branches lean 37452|Over the grey old-time street, and stand, 37452|With not one bright tree in the ======================================== SAMPLE 38990 ======================================== 1469|Beneath me, in the dark, 1469|A woman, and a child 1469|Beneath me, in the dark, 1469|Were kissing lips of pain. 1469|And then I cried: If I were a tree 1469|Shaking my boughs, 1469|And my heart were as a flake of gold 1469|That melts against the sun, 1469|Shaking in sunshine, 1469|I would tell you all 1469|That I feel and know. 1469|And even if I might live 1469|As one dead, 1469|And grow old on laughter and tears, 1469|You would never know 1469|My heart had ever known 1469|One loveless thing, one wrong, 1469|One thought or feeling 1469|That I ever knew. 1469|But if I were a man 1469|Gone wronging another 1469|And grew old and died, 1469|You would not know 1469|My heart had ever known 1469|One sorrow or sin, 1469|But only one care 1469|That grew old on pain; 1469|One thing I never knew 1469|Whose seed grew 1469|In pain and sorrow! 1469|Yet it were better that I were a tree, 1469|Gone wronging another, 1469|Shaking in sunshine, 1469|Murmuring a false thing, 1469|Wronging another, 1469|Than this my heart, 1469|With an awareness 1469|Healing the soul. 1469|When the blood of the dawn was red, 1469|And the rose was red as my hand, 1469|And the wood of the woodbine green, 1469|And the wind-flower fragrant as my breath; 1469|And your eyes shone bright as the sun, 1469|And the love within my heart was bold, 1469|I went out into the night, 1469|With the rose, with the wood of the woodlawn, 1469|And the wind-flower, to see what might betide. 1469|But I saw not one nor two nor three, 1469|Nor a hope or desire that I knew, 1469|Nor a hope, nor desire, that I used to feel: 1469|Only the redness of the darkness. 1469|Then out I went into the night 1469|With the rose, with the woodlawn, 1469|With the wind-flower, to see what might betide. 1469|But I saw the darkness, and knew not who 1469|Yet I went into the night, with the woodlawn, 1469|With the wind-flower, with the blue as the sky, 1469|And the face of my Love that I loved not! 1469|Then I went into the night - 1469|Out into the darkness once again - 1469|With the rose against my cheek! 1469|And I look'd and lo, 1469|In this dimness by Love made plainer, 1469|Full glorious in this darkness was Love! 1469|Then suddenly, 1469|Gently, and quietly, Love came! 1469|I am not so far away 1469|From you and all your goodly thing, 1469|I will come to you to-night! 1469|So with the rose I will lie 1469|On your bosom, sleeping sound, 1469|So that the red moon may wax 1469|And the sun rise in your light, 1469|And the shadows of the trees 1469|Fall upon us, and we two, 1469|And the moonbeams trail and end 1469|Through the darkness, and I hear 1469|The music that you make, 1469|And all the while a thousand hearts 1469|Strive and sing and leap and beat. 1469|We have left the garden, 1469|The garden that was ours, 1469|Wearied, overladen, 1469|We have left the red roses. 1469|So we went a garden 1469|Into the night, 1469|A garden garden, 1469|A garden filled with dreams, 1469|Where the nightingale sang, 1469|And the lilies talked together, 1469|And, and everywhere ======================================== SAMPLE 39000 ======================================== 23111|You say I'm too young? Go, try, 23111|With one foot in the grave and the other-- 23111|But you can't go right, can you? 23111|Can't you, then? Oh, I think so. 23111|Then, just one leap in the deep, 23111|In the air of eternity, 23111|From the world-wide tomb down to the dust 23111|Of the mire,--I know it will be 23111|One leap, two steps, through the dark as well-- 23111|Then I'll be safe and back below, 23111|In the air of eternity! 23111|And I'll drop and be away, 23111|Leaving a scar that you'll never know, 23111|And my name there on a stone to tell 23111|How I did my best, 23111|Leaving a mark, as I go down 23111|In the air of eternity! 23111|There's never a soul that's so dear to me 23111|As the little white crickets in the spring; 23111|It gladdens my spirit to hear them sing, 23111|Even when I sit in the twilight, alone. 23111|Their sweet and plaintive music wakes my sighs, 23111|And so I sing asparagus-colts at play; 23111|They say they make me _wish they were here with me_. 23111|And then the cows come with their yeller ropes 23111|On the hill-side to watch the butterflies; 23111|And then I go off on trips through the wood, 23111|To watch the swallows on the river float; 23111|And all the flowers seem like dear friends to me, 23111|Even when they're only a few days old. 23111|But dear to me as the crickets in the spring-- 23111|Their way of singing, their pleasant yod, 23111|Their pleasant yod of the butterflies-- 23111|Is the little white crickets in the spring, 23111|When the wind is all a-heart with the rose. 23109|The children of the East 23109|Have told their fairy tales 23109|Till even the stars of night 23109|Are ours in their flight 23109|And on their wings we learn 23109|The mysteries of day. 23109|But we shall understand 23109|Their Eastern tales of light 23109|As only the stars we know. 23109|When I am safely over the waves 23109|From the wreck that is my home, 23109|And I walk among the trees 23109|And the shadows that are bright 23109|And the blossoms for me planted-- 23109|No! I will not seek to know 23109|The longings of the dead leaves, 23109|Nor the tears of the blossoms cast 23109|In the dark water-flags that grow 23109|And the sweet and silvered air; 23109|I will not seek to know 23109|If all this be that I say, 23109|If a soul shall be the rose 23109|My heart must have cherished most, 23109|For the rose would bloom again 23109|If you knew all the years 23109|When you held my hand in yours and watched 23109|With eyes too full of grief 23109|To seek the sun from out the sky 23109|And never leave your arms that cling-- 23109|If you can see me in my grave 23109|And know it's mine--oh, then 23109|You will have no time for tears: 23109|You will let me rest 23109|In the great peace I need. 23109|And all my heart will rest. 23109|The winds have found me out upon a hill, 23109|And the trees are whispering, "Let the good days pass," 23109|And the sunshine falls upon my face and hair, 23109|And my heart is tired, and I would go to sleep. 23109|I am no more the island-love I knew 23109|When first I sang in the garden of your heart; 23109|Away in a wind-swept city I'll remain 23109|Till the sun is no more and the moon is no more-- 23109|Ah, God, let me kiss your hands again! 23109|Oft in my heart have I dreamed of the far-away ======================================== SAMPLE 39010 ======================================== 1040|With a little old woman's way; 1040|But my life's the same, it's so, 1040|And when I come to die I die! 1040|"What if you had the place you are in 1040|With the house you bought with money you spent? 1040|That's all you have for you -- then go lie down, 1040|And forget you ever lived." 1040|They brought him in a gold bed, and laid 1040|His head on her bosom, and one 1040|Watched over the other, -- that old man 1040|Was the old man of his dreams. 1040|"What do I know of the world to-day 1040|Outside of you and you men like you, 1040|I was always too much God's eye 1040|A-watch in the sun." 1040|"You are a man that can do much good, 1040|And a man that can die well, 1040|And a man that has loved your life's delight, 1040|And left it with nothing written there." 1040|When I was on the road from out 1040|To the end of Life, my mind was on the road 1040|To come home with you. And when I looked back 1040|And saw the end of them that went before, 1040|I thought of the old town, with its buildings 1040|Clasped with a tree-spring and a vine, 1040|And the great house with the turret like a sea 1040|Flung back to the sea. 1040|And when I turned my back and saw you stand, 1040|Glad as a man who looks on Life at last, 1040|It seemed as I walked home with you. 1040|Then I was on the road from out 1040|To the end of Life, my mind was on the road 1040|To come home with you. And when I looked back 1040|And took my leave of home with you, 1040|I thought of the old town with the buildings 1040|Clasped with a tree-spring, and a vine, 1040|And the little chapel where we prayed for God 1040|Without the sound of any prayer. 1040|I was on the road from out 1040|To the end of Life, my mind was on the road 1040|To come home with you. And when I looked back 1040|And saw the end of all the same, 1040|I thought of the old town with the architecture 1040|Clasped with a stone, and that old tower 1040|That seemed to me a living man. 1040|And when I turned my back and saw you stand, 1040|Glad as a man who looks on Life at last, 1040|It seemed as I walked home with you. 1041|If ever a man did wrong, 1041|Let the poor man find out. 1041|If ever a man did right, 1041|Let the poor man find out. 1041|If ever a man did wrong, 1041|Let him find out. 1041|If ever a man did wrong, 1041|Let the poor man find out. 1041|If no man has told the tale, 1041|Let the poor man find it out. 1041|If no man has told the tale, 1041|Let him know. 1041|A hundred times the name of John 1041|In the days before it was John 1041|Was writ in the stars. 1041|A hundred times the name of John 1041|Before it was John 1041|Was writ in the stars. 1041|He was like an old boy in the court, 1041|Gilded and plumed, 1041|He had all the old childish tricks 1041|Playing his eyes in the glass. 1041|The first boy of the Court 1041|Would rob a velvet gown, 1041|The second would bring a bill 1041|Ticking of his clock. 1041|The second boy of the Court 1041|Would rob a velvet gown, 1041|The third would have a long white night, 1041|And last a long white night. 1041|The first boy of the Court 1041|Would rob a velvet gown, 1041|The second would bring a bill 1041|Ticking of ======================================== SAMPLE 39020 ======================================== 1304|The world shall know that thou art come, 1304|And see the light within thy right hand, Sir, 1304|And know that all the nations are thy slaves. 1304|Thou hast forgot thy law--the rights of men, 1304|The first cause of thy own calamity; 1304|Thou hast forsaken now the ancient track 1304|Of virtue, and of divine simplicity: 1304|Thou hast forsaken all that drew a line 1304|Between heaven and earth, or made a bound, 1304|Or set a limit unto human race: 1304|Thou hast forgotten all thy temples and shrine, 1304|And all thy cultur'd halls with priest-confessions, 1304|And all thy fair imaginations; 1304|Thou hast forgot the sacrifice sublime 1304|And the deep-owing with the altar-thunder; 1304|Thou hast forgot the hymn, the hymn, and the breath, 1304|Of the true Christian and the true Christian's prayer. 1304|For well I wot, when in my youth, this way 1304|I trod by habit, and my heart would pine 1304|For something more divine, than the old style 1304|Of ritual and of godliness--I made 1304|Of mine own heart a temple, and thereon 1304|Set up a shrine of worship, and thereon 1304|An altar of my own life; and I would die 1304|Before that other temples could seem mine: 1304|I would I had died, and lived to be 1304|Another's temple, and another's altar. 1304|Oft of the blessed I cry--All ye that live, 1304|Come down from on high--come down--come down and see 1304|Me--and I to myself--come down and see 1304|My life, my whole life--a sacrifice unto You; 1304|Come down; and what ye offer here, ye come 1304|As worshippers, and not with the thought of 1304|Resting any rest upon the world below,-- 1304|None hath ascended but with workaday feet 1304|Comes down--came down and dwelt among the dead. 1304|Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, 1304|O, what a panic's in thy breastie! 1304|Thou needna start awa' sae hasty, 1304|Sae far hankern'd an' sabbathless! 1304|Wae's me, thou windle-bencherie! 1304|I was sae young, I'm sure thou wadna 1304|Sair chaps begetter yet o' thee! 1304|Fow, the furr more chaps aboot me, 1304|Sae longin'! Sae langer begetter! 1304|Ye ken ar hame, ye ken it's a sin, 1304|But--never mind; thou's turn'd a queer-- 1304|Sabbath neets, by gude, by nae slep! 1304|Och, the day comes, an' the times is ower, 1304|An' the times runs ayein' ower; 1304|The day's a' times ower debt an' arrear, 1304|An' the times runs ayein' ower. 1304|The days, the days run away, away, 1304|With novo rumour on ev'ry street; 1304|But when the times runs ayein' ower, 1304|It maks the tears run down their cheeks. 1304|The days, the days run away, away, 1304|Like moths that flock an' flap their wings; 1304|But weet the times runs ayein' ower, 1304|To hear the crack o' the last mail. 1304|The days, the days run away, away, 1304|An' weel I fear a fatal winding 1304|In a wee torrent, I'll loan a thimble, 1304|To send a message, by-an'-by: 1304|In the hope that 'twill run sleeker, 1304|Sweeter, and faster wi'in a clink. 1304|I, first of all, am a wee thief, 1304|For ======================================== SAMPLE 39030 ======================================== 28591|But one poor child 28591|With that same heart of sorrow 28591|Has died. 28591|Yet in such sorrow he doth pray 28591|That mercy may be there, 28591|And that this little one find 28591|Some friend in sin. 28591|What will he do? 28591|We, who are more than clay 28591|And more than anguish wrung, 28591|Still with His blessing bless 28591|The earth whereon we dwell. 28591|What will he do? 28591|And, in the bitter strife 28591|Whereby the world is given-- 28591|Our hearts, our lives redeem! 28591|And as we hope to win 28591|His mercy, forgive, forgive! 28591|Yet as we hope to find 28591|His mercy, how should we? 28591|We, who would be great, must bend 28591|Our thoughts and words to man, 28591|And in His life-giving plan 28591|Be happy now at last-- 28591|Whate'er may seem 28591|To us to be the least, 28591|Let us rejoice. 28591|If we were perfect, God would be 28591|Complete--would no more imperfect be, 28591|Perfect in His work, though none can see. 28591|If nothing less than what God has made-- 28591|If nothing more than what God meant-- 28591|If nothing truly made, could be 28591|Sufficient for God--the least 28591|Would be more than perfect--were it possible-- 28591|And more than perfect were more than what is. 28591|If we but ranged together a ring 28591|Of like-minded beings, as are found 28591|In all the planets, star, and realm, 28591|I know not if I'd deem 'twere more 28591|Better to live contented then, 28591|Or live perplext, then; yet such a choice 28591|Should not be wrong. The choice between 28591|The life of flesh and stone, or wings, 28591|With wings, that soar above the life below 28591|And fly with joy from earth, to the skies no less. 28591|I see as fair, as true, as good, 28591|As if to me were given more. 28591|My God, I have but thee to trust, 28591|Mine only treasure, and my pride. 28591|And when I die, and leave thee, God, 28591|Thou art my comfort, and my throne. 28591|I cannot make it richer yet, 28591|My life has reached its goal; 28591|This life of mine 28591|Would be not here for ever, then; 28591|But that at last 28591|A better would succeed. 28591|I can but say to all who'll listen, 28591|The life I live is good; 28591|But oh, the loss to thee, to thee! 28591|For thou art worthy in the end, 28591|And that is sure, 28591|Of all. 28591|I cannot tell how much it would please 28591|To live that life again; 28591|In loving and in perfect joy, 28591|With God at last 28591|To be my guide, my strength, my will, 28591|And light 28591|Through darkness until I see 28591|The love that's in him. 28591|When God, my guide, my strength, my will, 28591|Bids me approach the end, 28591|As close as thou must surely soon 28591|I'd rather live than die. 28591|And so I pause, 28591|And wait awhile; 28591|And think upon 28591|Whate'er I say. 28591|Then with thy peace I reach thy will, 28591|And do a deed of light. 28591|I do not think that I should be too weak 28591|To keep my soul from breaking in unto thee. 28591|I trust in God; 28591|My soul can bear the weight of sorrow alone; 28591|And yet my love for him 28591|Is not so great 28591|That with the burden I would fain sink to sleep, 28591|Nor so great 28591|That for the end I would ======================================== SAMPLE 39040 ======================================== 35996|So they were there. He stood there, in a daze; 35996|The woman stood there, by the door of his room. 35996|She had to work, she could not walk, she had to weep, 35996|And so she took him in her arms and kissed his eyes. 35996|The music stopped, the lights went out; then she stood 35996|Alone in the empty room. He was gone. A cloud 35996|Of sorrow came upon her. She had loved him just 35996|For one brief hour; and then she knew he was dead. 35996|And all that night she lay and wept--and still, 35996|As though a weight had fallen upon her heart, 35996|She lay and wept till morning. In the bright 35996|White dawn, up heeled by her, stood her father dear. 35996|"God bless you!" he said; "and I'll pray for you." 35996|"For me and all our family," she answered, tears 35996|Full-swelled, "He has died. I cannot live this night. 35996|I cannot bear to see him, no, not while he's dead. 35996|I love him, but I love him now. I need him no more. 35996|I will go back and leave him there at home with Mary. 35996|"Away! For he is very near. He's all that's best in--" 35996|(He paused to wipe his eyes for a moment.) "For me. 35996|The dead were near to us. I will go back to see him." 35996|He nodded, and she answered "I will, too. God bless you!" 35996|But when the funeral was over, and the torches shed 35996|O'er the pale cots and the sleeping soldiers' graves, 35996|And the last footstep by the hearths went, 35996|Forth she stole and whispered, "I will go back." 35996|The house is quiet now, the children sleep 35996|Tucked close to me; one on each arm--ah me! 35996|I dream of all I left behind on duty 35996|Back from the wars: the battles, too, and "battle" 35996|Of guns, they tell me, and the sleepless nights! 35996|At midnight I was awakened by the cry 35996|Of battle-shock--bronze dawn breaking overhead; 35996|But while I fought, the sun had set in glory, 35996|And only twilight filled the empty air. 35996|The wounded lay upon the crowded deck, 35996|Famished and fain--tattered clothes. My soul broke 35996|In pity for the helpless, I was sent to earth 35996|To make it bare an easier road to God. 35996|In those dark days I took the day as prize; 35996|If any fought against the awful foe, 35996|My only task was to teach the others skill. 35996|Some fought to clear a path for other men, 35996|For others, honor; some, faith; some, pity's flower-- 35996|I made it flower to show where hope was found. 35996|I taught the wounded how to breathe and work, 35996|I taught them how to think, and I told them truth; 35996|And they stood up to battle bravely, in their strength, 35996|In faith, but also, for a time, in the face. 35996|The men who fought against the awful foe 35996|Had no need, I knew, of weapons in their hands. 35996|They knew the wounds that they would heal before 35996|Their eyes with burning red the fire would fail. 35996|They knew the weapons which would soon be theirs; 35996|And even those whom I had left behind, who died 35996|To serve this country, they had left as well: 35996|Myself to lead them, and my comrades too, 35996|For me to see, to fight them, and to serve, 35996|And show, above all, God's pity, His love. 35996|Then at my feet I bowed my service to do 35996|For them who knew no other weapon than prayer. 35996|My life was one long fight for freedom, for the right 35996|To aid one work; and I would live that creed; 35996|Nor would I live it, ======================================== SAMPLE 39050 ======================================== 20|Lamenting HOMER, who in the Spirit was set to 22382|bear a high report before great Gods, and whom our fathers with 22382|blessed spirits and high-minded leaders of the host in council 22382|have always revered as their greatest and would to the end that he 22382|should stand high above the rest, and hereafter as Chief Priest 22382|should hold his seat 22382|In high degree above the Gods; but all to him, both large 22382|and small, the immortals we owe his prosperity, both good and 22382|evil. But let us now again return to our former 22382|speech. The stars are now descending, the sun is at 22382|full, and now is come the time appointed for the sacred 22382|sacrifice, the burning of a lamb. The soul of the slain 22382|goes into the flames, with those of the slain animal, until 22382|the heat is spent. Then the spirit of the body remains in 22382|the belly, and the soul of the dead animal in the flames is 22382|burned. This is the reason that the victim falls." 22382|So spake he, and the ancient Nemeleez, thus answered him: "Now 22382|Nemeleez, thou seem'st to me a spirit that art moving about 22382|further by thy words." 22382|So spake he, and the ancient Nemeleez, thus answered him: 22382|"I am not speaking in vain, for in me is manifest all 22382|such as thou think'st me: for I know how I shall be burnt, if I 22382|do not save this man." 22382|And the ancient Nemeleez, thus answering him: "Great God, 22382|bless the success of our deed, that the soul shall be of the 22382|dead, while that remains in the belly. But now, Achilles, in thy 22382|own tongue shall I tell thee the tale." 22382|Then Achilles, in his heart resolved, and his forehead shone 22382|with wrath, the ancient Nemeleez, as he began to speak: 22382|"O son of Oileus, noble heart! how art thou speaking to me? 22382|Shall I curse thee? I am a child and an orphan now, and if thou 22382|hast a worse mind that I should burn thee, I would do so, seeing 22382|that I know not any other way." 22382|So he spoke in anger, but Achilles smiled and answered him: 22382|"Thou art right, for aught I know, and that will make thee glad 22382|thou shalt see the end of this tale." 22382|He then took three stakes of the floor with a reed, and the old 22382|man set one up on the third, holding his son in his left hand 22382|and his daughter in the other, to guard him from all the dangers 22382|which, I ween, by heaven were sure to attend him. Then the 22382|kingdoms assembled them, and with them the host of Troy. 22382|Then didst thou, noble Hercules, in the form of a herald, come 22382|to the city with tidings of the death of noble Odysseus; and 22382|Iphidamas, the son of Aristigenes king of the Cilians, who was 22382|leader of the Cilicians and ruled in his stead, came forward 22382|with heralds to bear them tidings. So the people came 22382|wheresoe'er they could. Then Achilles made his entrance in the 22382|streets, and on the ground were gathered the thronging 22382|Achaeans, clad in their armour. He stood by the side of his 22382|housekeeper Nemelee, and he began to tell him of the disaster 22382|He spoke saying: 22382|"Nemeleeu, daughter of Hippotas, wife to renowned Atreus, 22382|son of Hippotas, ever honour'd of the people, of the 22382|troops of noble Odius, of all those who were with us in 22382|battle, most worthy to be honoured in the sight of the 22382|Odrys. First when we drew near to her father's house, and 22382|when she was on leaving it, she went to the temple of 22382|O ======================================== SAMPLE 39060 ======================================== 30687|"_Oh, why is all so lonely_?"--_ 30687|_He would not go to dinner for his dear_." 30687|_And when I speak to him, he does not ask._ 30687|_And so it is----And so it is!--_ 30687|_How many men, when they can be free,_ 30687|_Grieve for the world and love their Lady_.-- 30687|_What is so strange in a woman, I ask thee_.-- 30687|_Love is not strange_----_ 30687|_And yet, for you and me,_ 30687|_Love is a mystery_----_ 30687|_Love's not quite new----_ 30687|_For us the world would be new--_ 30687|_Now it is old, it has lived through_." 30687|A smile stole over his face: and when he spoke, 30687|The answer came to the words he meant to say; 30687|The face that once had smiled so proudly down, 30687|Sank with the smile, and folded itself in sleep. 30687|He told me that when he awoke one day 30687|He had beheld a silver star 30687|In an open sky above his head; 30687|And while I questioned him, a sense of awe 30687|Crept o'er my brain, and all my spirit fled. 30687|In the land of dreams my feet are set; 30687|The world that I till then have known 30687|No more is all before me, save 30687|A thin, thin haze, as if a sword 30687|Pierced through my heart. There is a shore 30687|So far I cannot see it, yet, 30687|It seems to me, the land I left. 30687|Not here, with all those who were dear; 30687|Not here, with all the sad past, 30687|But here where, by the dim shores of death, 30687|I linger, wondering who _is_; 30687|And, far away, the sea-fowl scream. 30687|Here where the blue-bell and the blue-bells blow, 30687|And here where, night by night, the moon 30687|Fades into a mist--the air, 30687|And the blue sea itself, are still. 30687|I cannot see it. Ah, why should it be? 30687|_The world that I till then have known_---- 30687|_The world is old, it has lived through_-- 30687|_It must die soon_----_ 30687|_Ah, that the world may change and change again_.--_ 30687|_And all this night, not one sad star_---- 30687|_My own, my beautiful world_----_---- 30687|_But here, where the world, and I have stood,_ 30687|_And here, by the far strand of death_----_ 30687|_The world is what I've seen. Ah, why should it be_----_ 30687|_I cannot see the future. Ah, why should it be_---- 30687|_The world has been what I've known_---- 30687|_But here is the world; I know it well_---- 30687|_I cannot change or end it, but, my life_---- 30687|_I have felt, and knew it all,_----_ 30687|_And, at the end, I am alone_----_ 30687|The night-wind murmured it, and the sea-wind murmured and sang. 30687|The night was strange and vast and soft; 30687|I listened, the stars were out: 30687|The old men sat by the windows, grey 30687|With aching faces and aching eyes, 30687|Crowned with gray, like a cathedral dome, 30687|The long-haired children and the yellow fed. 30687|We were all of us, all of us apart-- 30687|My only friend was my two oldest maid, 30687|(Old enough her cheeks were, my poor gray eyes!) 30687|And I heard the gray owls knocking down the sky, 30687|Where, in the moonlight, we had left our lives, 30687|In the days that were ago forgotten, when, 30687|In the little old field by the garden-gate, ======================================== SAMPLE 39070 ======================================== 16452|In all their flight I'd have thee mark, the earth 16452|Seeming to groan beneath Minerva's yoke. 16452|Whom Eden's sons with grateful gladness thus address. 16452|My daughter, Ceres! now, with whom, since dawn 16452|Of day, our sire the Thunderer hath withheld, 16452|Titania has return'd. But first, to Jove 16452|We salute him, and the other gods, whom sway 16452|He grants, that he, by grace divine, may free 16452|His fleet of silver-edged ships from fleet 16452|And all his navy, from the sea to shore. 16452|She spake, and to her sister's hearing Iris, 16452|Prophetic goddess! from the Olympian heights 16452|Ascending, whom with speed to Ilium she led. 16452|Her sister on her arm alighting, sat 16452|On the stern of the Grecian ship, and drew 16452|Her comrades from beneath her, and the oar. 16452|And in her hand the golden goblet she bare 16452|With all her other spoils, and issuing thence 16452|To her own country, sat again within. 16452|They, next, from under the tow'r of the bark 16452|Ascending, with her to the ships prepared, 16452|With her attendants, and herself, the Queen 16452|Of all her wives, sat there seated on the oar. 16452|Then thus the mighty Thunderer to Saturn's son. 16452|My friends! be men of noble heart! for me, 16452|It fits me well a wise counsellor to be. 16452|The first of mortals, whom my wrath inspires 16452|To strike a blow against all-gracious Jove 16452|Whate'er will e'er be given him; from the gods 16452|I'll teach him all the counsel that can be. 16452|But, first, let all the gods, and all the Greeks 16452|Await my journey to thy palace, that 16452|At length he may myself receive, and hear 16452|The counsel of my voice; lest, presumptuous, 16452|I fly the city, and provoke Jove to more 16452|Convulsion, lest he, with stern command, 16452|Or by his lightning o'er the country sweep, 16452|No fears of all his Stars interfere. 16452|He ended, whom Saturn's son obeyed; forth 16452|From the stern he rose, and to the Grecian host 16452|Departing, on the shores of the Thunderer sat, 16452|But in his own domain his chariot stayed. 16452|Nor yet had night, nor yet the long-troubled day 16452|Pass'd on, (with night all holy and with day 16452|Unblemish'd, and with the shadows of the night, 16452|As in a sacred forum some lord doth wait 16452|Expecting the beloved to his home) 16452|But Mercury in secret, and the rest 16452|Of the firm land, at Agamemnon's side, 16452|Harmoniously sung, in honor of his son, 16452|Achilles, and all Greece by him adorned, 16452|A festival of song. Then, as the Gods 16452|With Vulcan, to the music that succeeds 16452|The lyre's soft numbers, once again he said. 16452|Ah! Jove, who dwellest in light, and who doth give 16452|The starry synchinke, or the lute's soft lay, 16452|To us of sound all sweetness, whose unmeasured 16452|Sweet influence is all we need, and all 16452|We need from thee. Now, then, to the fleet home 16452|Let us embarkation make, and all dispatch 16452|With wise dispatch, lest with confusion rude 16452|Uncontrolled all approach, whom thou command'st. 16452|So Apollo, and I--thus all his speech 16452|Withstood, and only Juno spoke. Then, first, 16452|The fleet itself, her sire divine, we first 16452|In order all must carry ashore. From Crete 16452|The next shall bring us, and from the Isle of Dawn 16452|Pho ======================================== SAMPLE 39080 ======================================== 1287|But who shall blame the world who have they not seen? 1287|"Achilles, who dost in words like these express the will of 1287|God, the great king of all his foes he'll leave alone" 1287|A SAVIOUR to the world so noble as thou art, 1287|And a WISDOM'S FALL, so goodly, so excellent, 1287|To be thy companion, that in our abode 1287|Thou canst not say--"I'm gone to a pleasant land!" 1287|And wilt thou leave this life, O man most worthy! 1287|In the light of day, O noble to be praised! 1287|But the life from which thou leav'st thou hast not known, 1287|Because 'tis death to that which thou hast loved so well! 1287|What shall I call thee, dearest love, in praise 1287|Of that strange bird whose dainty wing we clasp? 1287|But as when two children, to different clans 1287|Come forth, each saying to the other "You twin 1287|Birds!" and so live evermore the same, 1287|So you both must live forever so, dearest! 1287|How I love, in the days when we are young, 1287|To hold a meeting, at the first dawn, at even, 1287|And, after the sun's first rising, to stand 1287|Upon the hill in solitude, to hear 1287|The pealing tambourine, the dashing cymbal, 1287|And, when it is time to go, the singer's voice 1287|Breathe o'er our bosoms from its mellow horn, 1287|And from these dear arms you lead me to my heart's abode! 1287|WHEN I'm alone, dear love, 1287|Upon a mountain height, 1287|How I love to gaze at the purple clouds 1287|That pass on high; 1287|How I love to lean with the eagle's wings 1287|O'er my head; 1287|And to view the stars, 1287|Like a treasure-laden chest. 1287|When at even I walk 1287|In the valley's bosom, 1287|Where the brook flows idly, 1287|And the sun lies still, 1287|I think of you, 1287|With a smile; 1287|And clasp my knees. 1287|Then I walk, when I'm weary, 1287|Along the river side, 1287|Where you shine, 1287|And never go far. 1287|As in my breast 1287|The love, I bear 1287|Till death be here: 1287|So the more my sorrow 1287|The more I love you; 1287|For, dear love, I'm stronger 1287|In your sight, 1287|Stronger in heart. 1287|LONGEST journey through the world, 1287|Told with longing, joyous heart! 1287|Whence, what mortal power, 1287|Hast thou come, 1287|That thou shouldst pass away 1287|To where is no light to see! 1287|Ah! no more thy journey tells, 1287|Which from thee is made, 1287|But the stars shine ever, 1287|And our hearts, at rest. 1287|And if there's any power 1287|Hast thou, whose all-piercing rays 1287|May reach the world below;-- 1287|Who can thy light convey, 1287|And thy path direct;-- 1287|For there's neither hand nor heart 1287|Can reach thee to return. 1287|And when, the night-time, comes, 1287|Upon this bed 1287|Of night, and night-darkness, 1287|I shall my senses close, 1287|And my senses then close again. 1287|Then I'll think of thee; 1287|Then I'll close mine eyes, 1287|And forget the present 1287|As it comes and goes. 1287|LONGEST journey through the world, 1287|Told in longing, joyous heart! 1287|But, dear love, do not despair, 1287|For what thou seekest 1287|Still ======================================== SAMPLE 39090 ======================================== 1165|So we made our peace with you. To-night, I vow, 1165|We shall forget that we were rivals there. 1165|You loved him. As I love you, I will think 1165|Only of you and love you. I will hear 1165|Only the music that I love, the voice 1165|And face of my own beloved one. You 1165|Shall be its constant guest, and I shall dream 1165|About your beauty, all day long. And while 1165|I lie awake and breathe the warmest air, 1165|When I am with you, and when I sleep, -- 1165|I shall be your faithful companion still, 1165|And watch over you in all my sleep. 1165|I loved the night. I loved the light in it, 1165|The glitter of silver, the moon-fire, 1165|The white waves crashing through the meadow grasses, 1165|The blue skies burning above the forest, 1165|The moon with all her glory. All the night 1165|I lay among them, and they were my own. 1165|It was the same that ever is with all 1165|The human heart a stranger, when his path 1165|Is night-bound and the days are long and black. 1165|I looked on Heaven and loved it then, and so 1165|Did you who followed me through the dark of space. 1165|It was the same that I, when I first laid out 1165|My footfall in the world, -- not blindly, not -- 1165|Could love the moon and the stars and the moon-beams. 1165|And that's why all the years we've watched the moon 1165|Have found but the eyes upon us their work 1165|Too much like eyes of other men. It is 1165|Too strange to live among them and not find, 1165|Through the vast blue, the old eyes of another world. 1165|But I shall not be with you. Time passed 1165|Upon you. You too left the world far off, 1165|And from the sea of life you left it cold, 1165|And when I went away 1165|I left behind me only the memory 1165|Of light in the sky and the shadow of fear 1165|I knew could not be all. 1165|Yet, when the dark, 1165|That is our Life, begins and ends with us 1165|That I have written on the parchment 1165|And have inscribed it, 1165|That I have sealed with my seal 1165|The mystery of the world. 1165|Do you remember now 1165|What the sky and the sea saw in those days -- 1165|The shadow of the ships and the grey sea-mosses, 1165|The silence and the stars? 1165|I think you will. 1165|I have seen the grey sea, 1165|I have seen the stars, 1165|The silence and the silence of that time 1165|And all the great green grass-grown heights above it, 1165|And I have watched the stars 1165|Go down and leave that place, 1165|And the pale sea-shadows of the stars 1165|In a still sea. 1165|What have I learned since that first night, 1165|Over the silence that is everywhere, 1165|In the little rooms, in the little fields, 1165|In the little houses, 1165|With the shadows that go by and leave me not 1165|But only the heart's wonder whereas before 1165|I only knew and the night of it understood 1165|And the mystery of it? 1165|Are there secrets in the heart 1165|That only one lone life comprehends? 1165|I have never dreamed, 1165|Since the day in which -- 1165|Till the end of days. 1165|But it is the voice of a mother that I hear, 1165|And the words of a child that I have never seen, 1165|And the great world of the things that have long since been, 1165|That I am glad to be once again among them. 1165|The things that have been 1165|Go down and leave me nothing. 1165|I have lost my eyes. There are no more eyes -- 1165| ======================================== SAMPLE 39100 ======================================== 17448|When the King and I were young, a-waiting for a mornin' in the 17448|morning, 17448|When the King and I were young, an I heard the mornin' on the hills 17448|Swingin', I knew he was there 17448|An, an I've met him 'll sich an 17448|When the King and I were young, I've met the King an he never 17448|Come out o' breath, an' when 'twas over I looked alang an looked 17448|down, 17448|When 'twas over, an I thought, "O God, they're bairns' louts," an 17448|Then I met the lout, wha toddled into O'Connell Park the 17448|day, 17448|He'd bought his supper early that's what I heard 'em say 17448|An, an he'd told me that he belonged to the Clan o' Builhood 17448|Then I met the lout, wha toddled in to the Slalmer's 17448|When I was ten years old, I met a lout I knew nae better 17448|He'd ridden up the Loch, when I'd walked wi' a puddle on my 17448|foot 17448|When I've met the lout, wha toddled past the Strabogie round the 17448|When I've met the lout, wha toddled past me in the mornin' last 17448|Gin I can climb to the top of Laganfurie I'll fill my cauld 17448|After that I never saw the lout I was brought up to be. 17448|Wha he was I cannot tell, it 's over the Shannon to a gallant 17448|But to tell the truth now, I never knowed what has happen'd to a 17448|Then I was come o'er the Border ere I was twenty-eight or so, 17448|When people was talkin', there came to the pass that passes the 17448|I was come o'er the Border and there was a row bewale wi' 17448|I told him what 's beenfal befallin', and I'll tell ye what I did - 17448|I turn'd my head, and I saw my bonny bride a-settin' down 17448|(Says the lout, "You're right; I'm weary bewaavn"; but I replies, 17448|"I 'm sleepin', I'm sleepin'," says the lout wi' his ragged 17448|shoulder shavin'; 17448|"Him holdeth the key to the gate where nane can enter it," 17448|Quoth the bonny bride, "now go in and climb it." 17448|I climb it, and, before me, behold the garden filled wi' 17448|"My sweet John Bull! my sweet John Bull!" said the lout wi' 17448|"O! nae!" says the bride, "my path looks wide o'er the 17448|"What ails ye, sir, that ye can climb the gardin' walls so 17448|far?" says John, "and the fences still keep ye side?" says the 17448|The lout answered, "Well, I 'm sleepin', sleepin', John Bull" 17448|"I ken the gates are riven," says John, "and the gardins wide 17448|And then John bade the lout to his bed, and a deep sigh he drew 17448|"O! for our poor David's peace!" says he, "my bonny bride I gied; 17448|The bonny bride kiss'd his cheek, and clung to him tight until 17448|He closed his arms and she 'dni'd him; and all the while their 17448|their love was growing. 17448|"O! for our dear David's peace!" says he, "now let me sleep, for 17448|his sake; 17448|"And sweet will be his bed-famin' when his head he 'll hup an 17448|And then David knelt by the bed and pray'd in the darks o' 17448|"The dead I 'll be," says he, "and the life that comes o'er my 17448|"An I was his fool, an I maun die, the loon shall win to him! 17448|And O! ======================================== SAMPLE 39110 ======================================== 3650|The last and truest measure of their lives 3650|Was but to live and leave each other true! 3650|'T was in the morning, when our day was fair, 3650|I saw the sun upon his throne, 3650|But nearer came, and nearer came again 3650|The long line of the flaming zone; 3650|And then his lance in dust, or in soot, 3650|Was never laid, to mark the prize. 3650|So all from boyhood's hour have I 3650|The everlasting flame of fame, 3650|The shining honor which alone goes with me 3650|Across the world's threshold where men sleep-- 3650|Unstamped, immortal, in my name! 3650|My glory is my debt to time, 3650|For in that long and winding track 3650|I have gone throbbing to the end; 3650|In the old city of my birth 3650|And on its pavements I have died! 3650|For in my country and my home 3650|I have been a man till now, 3650|Unborn, and wholly made anew 3650|By the white hand of dying care, 3650|And never knew the summer rain. 3650|In the old house of death and doom, 3650|Where not a leaf may spring in might, 3650|Where not a note of melody 3650|But echoes, mournful, sad, may fall, 3650|The old world of my childhood, 3650|The old land of my childhood, 3650|Still lives upon my mind; 3650|Still through the dim and shadowy years 3650|Sends the glad tidings yet, 3650|That my fathers' fathers' fathers' seed 3650|I have found at last. 3650|But what! old home and kindred, 3650|Old haunts sweet with childhood's fears! 3650|My country, my own country, 3650|Was I an outcast, then! 3650|Oh, it was not all shame and wrong, 3650|Nor all the bitterness of war! 3650|I loved it and I clung to it, 3650|From earliest spring till the last frost! 3650|I loved the peaceful land of childhood, 3650|My own home of days of long ago. 3650|And it was not all the joys of childhood 3650|Could make me feel for them, I know! 3650|When my young heart was fair and young, 3650|It was a noble and noble thing, 3650|To strive and struggle for the right, 3650|To stand the test of life's ways, 3650|Be true to the true loves of man, 3650|And with a firm and steadfast love 3650|Breathe forth, at night's appointed hour, 3650|A manly anthem tempered sweet, 3650|The song that is not often well, 3650|But when it is, it is divine! 3650|So it was in that old familiar land 3650|Where, with the lads at their sports, 3650|We clomb the rugged mountain side, 3650|And saw the stately elms stand near, 3650|Lit with a tender kinder light 3650|Than human eyes could see-- 3650|And heard the cricket and the lark, 3650|And the breaking of the shower 3650|In the old familiar churchyard wall, 3650|And the calling of the wind 3650|From out the forest trees. 3650|And once again a fair and young, 3650|Fair as maidenhood had been, 3650|We gathered with our kindred there 3650|On the old familiar field, 3650|To sing aloud the song we loved 3650|And clung to when it was not well 3650|But when it was, it was divine! 3650|The voice of a nation is in my spirit, 3650|It is calling and crying to me, 3650|It is calling and crying to you, 3650|It is calling for you, and for you I answer. 3650|The voice of a nation calls and cries 3650|Ours is the land of the brown rosed prairie 3650|Of the world-wide river-ways; 3650|And the voice of our people is my heart's one joy, 3650|Though the voice of ======================================== SAMPLE 39120 ======================================== 34163|a_i_, and that the first, as a certain result, 34163|is most probably 34163|A_u_, the _i_ is, after all, 34163|naturally of a masculine gender. 34163|From this it appears, that in some parts of the world 34163|the second, _a_, would be feminine; but why this 34163|in this case, I am not able to understand. 34163|Now these results are supposed to indicate 34163|'The sex of the god.'" 34163|On the other hand, we cannot 34163|conceive of an early existence of the Greek words 34163|that would imply 'the gender of the god,' or 34163|'female.' 34163|But the other way of reading and analysing 34163|'the gender of the god' would be to suppose 34163|The goddess to have been either the sex of the 34163|man, or both the sex and gender of his mother. 34163|But if, upon the other hand, we accept 34163|and the present reader has not been misled by the 34163|other interpretation--as I have done-- 34163|the sex of the deity being masculine. 34163|We may, perhaps, suppose on this interpretation 34163|in some instances the gender (and so also the 34163|gender) of the deity to be feminine; but 34163|in others the gender (and therefore the gender) 34163|is masculine, and in others it is feminine. 34163|The pronoun is often put, on the supposition 34163|that the pronoun be put for the sake of a sound: 34163|And when a man, we 'll 'ave ' (as always) a good laugh 34163|And never leave 'er, 34163|(Though 'twill be truer, as 'tis a _buzz_ year); 34163|And never mind when 34163|An old maid tells 34163|A tale 'bout a "fair-fellow," as she calls him. 34163|To-day, of our friend's son I'll ask no boon; 34163|But to-day and the morrow, if he will but give us 34163|His heart-strings, I'll sing one song and play them on every 34163|sundroke,--so--let's beg him. 34163|_Quid non meminit est?_ 34163|The poet and the god are united in the 'g' at the ending of 34163|Parnassus or Pisa stands alone in this list; it is the only 34163|place that the goddess could find a place in Homer's imagination. 35991|"My father and mother have been dead some little while" 35991|I remember very well it was near Davenport as we were 35991|getting started--for in a summer day with father's 35991|father in the carriage, and me in the load-cart, I walked up 35991|the street to see them--we was five together in that way. 35991|I'd got to see them again the other day while they had 35991|their "fairy" dances in the old "St. Ann's"--it's that sort 35991|of a sight. 35991|I went from Davenport to see them, and then we drove off to 35991|St. Ann's; it was that afternoon they told me she'd be 35991|sitting for me, and I'd have to run up there. 35991|It was the "St. Ann's" where you would hear the old fairy 35991|dancing--"St. Ann," her name--they said I'd never see her 35991|before. 35991|"My father and mother have been dead some little while, 35991|I was born the other day--I haven't seen them--I haven't 35991|had any chance to see them," she told me, her eyes shining 35991|with the gladness that she'd had the chance. 35991|"What was your life like before they died? How did you 35991|find yourself and yourself?" 35996|The following are extracts drawn from letters sent from the "First 35996|"I was one of the boys who got up on this time; it was sometime 35996|after four in the morning; there was a lot ======================================== SAMPLE 39130 ======================================== 2888|How she came to be so fond? 2888|For the porter is an unkind man, 2888|And we were a happy couple. 2888|So it's sweet, she's happy evermore, 2888|And the boys are happy evermore. 2888|But my father used to say 2888|Sometimes when they parted home, 2888|"If you did what I say, 2888|Then my little Mary's on a string." 2888|She's always come up to me 2888|When I've laid my heart to rest, 2888|But I never can tell what 2888|She thinks of Mary now. 2888|Oh you little girls that is the worst thing that ever has happened to me. 2888|"Away, away, away, with the army, 2888|I've got a horse and a cart; 2888|'Twas she put it first, 'twas she, she said it last, 2888|I will go a-spinning.' 2888|I've got a mare and a little pack to take her to my father's house, 2888|But my heart's in the bay o' the Shannon, 2888|And my father's in Farrant-street. 2888|'Where you gone ould maid, I pray, 2888|And why you not by ma? 2888|I've got a mare and a cannon 2888|That can make you a prize: 2888|I have the first in the land 2888|In a place where she 's far away; 2888|Come ould wife, come take the prize, 2888|And I'll be back wi' pleasure, come ould wife.' 2888|Sae I did the cannon for me, 2888|Sae I did the cannon then; 2888|A young man in it a day. 2888|I was gaun to my mistress in Farrant-street, 2888|"I have done wi' my dearie, 2888|I've brought her unto me wi' a string, 2888|And I'm glad for the change!" 2888|I never saw a gallant ship; 2888|Farrant-street is a gallant town; 2888|For I come a-wand'ring here and there, 2888|"And why should I go ould home, sir? 2888|I've got my pony 's cart and his hound, 2888|And I 'll ride awa. 2888|I 've never looked on the lily nor rose, 2888|And the tree that stands in the vale; 2888|Farrant-street is a gallant town, 2888|For I come a-wand'ring here. 2888|I 've lived wi' the lily and rose, 2888|On the pleasant and pleasant green; 2888|But they 'll be stolen awa, sir, 2888|When I 'm get o' the saddle." 2888|A wily old woman sits on a high stool, 2888|And says: 2888|"If ever you want 2888|To go out with a spool, 2888|And whip the dangly young man, 2888|Put the old man's spool down, 2888|"In a little old shoe 2888|And keep on your foot, 2888|And make him keep up right toe, 2888|And whip the young man wi' you 2888|Let the young man whip the old man, 2888|He can whack as he pleases, 2888|"For whin the dog's bark 2888|A-ticklin' at a word from the hand of a friend 2888|Is no kind of spunk, sir, to hear a boy say: 2888|Away, away wi' the horse, away, 2888|And take the little woman with you, 2888|And you 'll do as well as the horse can, sir, 2888|"The young man wi' the little girl 2888|Shall walk the hills abed, 2888|And you 'll have a good ride on a soft-shelled horse, 2888|And you 'll go wi' me, sir, a-walking on the green." 2888|The old woman says: 2888|"If ever you try to get off a good spiel, 2888 ======================================== SAMPLE 39140 ======================================== 1030|Wyllyam hath been an archer. 1030|The Duke of Yorke (afterwards Lord Yerrau) 1030|Began to take more pains in hunting game, 1030|Wyllyam being no match for any. 1030|At this notice, all at once cried out: 1030|"We'll never live without yon 'gun! 1030|No one ever can the less boast of yore, 1030|If you will slay yon dog, my lord!" 1030|Next the King's brother called forth his wife, 1030|"I will not let our son go hunt wild-fowl;" 1030|To whom the Queen replied this is the way: 1030|"My son or daughter, whom I have none, 1030|My daughter (by whom I trust for life) 1030|Must find a hunting of her own." 1030|(Vol. x. 7th ser., 1755.) 1030|From this time the poacher's custom remained 1030|To purchase pheasants with money or food. 1030|In 1758 the King's brother was appointed by the Duke of 1030|Possession was granted to all the lands of the Duke's brother 1030|in a tract of three miles in front of the Queen's mansion 1030|for six months space without the right of appeal. 1030|The poachers took from the people a far larger proportion 1030|than other men, and for this reason (there are none to point it); 1030|were reduced to poverty. 1030|On another occasion, when the King's brother 1030|(for the right of appeal had been abolished) made complaint 1030|that he had not been allowed leave to take hogs for his own use, 1030|the Duke of Cumberland, as 'one member for a nobleman', 1030|said that he was not one for such small property. The 1030|people demanded leave to keep hogs for their use there, 1030|the Duke of Cumberland, who had not any. 1030|This was the last year of the reign of the second Catherine; the 1030|Duke of Northumberland left his land, and on March 31st, 1771, his 1030|possession; we do not know if the right of appeal was 1030|restored (although it is not recorded among the poets) to the 1030|'old right' (1775). The 'possession' was a legal right of appeal; 1030|it was not a right of appeal, but a privilege to the 1030|'old right' on the claim of the new nobility - a right in 1030|exchange for the privileges of time within the same residence. 1030|The Duke of Northumberland was, in the mean time, suffering from 1030|the Duke of Cumberland's wife (1773) with whom he had a tempest at 1030|Spinola des Assees, November 24, 1772: "In the King's 1030|house that day (the 1st of James II., being the day on which 1030|the King's brother was married, and hence the King's 1030|house was opened), and the Queen, who then (being the Queen 1030|of France, and in which she was Queen) was sitting, on a small table 1030|had been set up a portrait of the Queen, for the occasion of 1030|celebration; but it had not been done in her Queen's House, and had 1030|not been done in the same apartment with the Queen's own image: it 1030|was in the old Queen's Chamber, near the King's Palace, where the 1030|King's brother and his wife were always never both in sight. 1030|The Duke of Cumberland's wife, with whom he had a tempest, was 1030|in the old Queen's Chamber, near the King's Palace, where the King 1030|had no portrait to himself. The Duke of Cumberland had, from 1030|young age, been accustomed at the expense of the Queen, and by the 1030|observation of his sister, the Queen's handmaid, to mend the 1030|beautiful walls of her magnificent chamber after the fashion of her 1030|years, which had been spent in the negotiation of the peace between 1030|the French and English, were not in all respects the same, and 1030|were of different material, ======================================== SAMPLE 39150 ======================================== 37752|You see that it's only a child, 37752|That's all. 37752|I knew that my heart was old, 37752|But it will be aye the same 37752|Through all the years to be. 37752|Your eyes will be always true 37752|And you will smile always bright 37752|As is the day that's done; 37752|Yet if I see you smile, 37752|Or know you well, 37752|I think I shall understand 37752|The joy that I shall share; 37752|I'll laugh until I weep, 37752|And then I know that this 37752|Is all. 37752|In the dark of the morning I heard a little bird sing. 37752|The blue morning-glory had flown to the wooded hills, 37752|Where he learned to sing of the birds, and he heard the same, 37752|Singing from their nests, far off and clear. 37752|I knew that this song had a secret of heart-- 37752|Because it had a note of love. 37752|It told of how he had loved the sun and the wood, 37752|And that he was to be strong, and knew the blue was the sky. 37752|I knew that it meant that he was weak, that death had come, 37752|And that he had done little or nothing for the world. 37752|I knew from that little bird's sad refrain 37752|That he saw not the joy, the glory of the earth; 37752|And sorrow was there in his heart, that was white to see, 37752|And black with no light. 37752|I knew from the sad cry of his refrain 37752|That he remembered the great sky not as of old, 37752|But as it used to be in his joy--a dream unspoken, 37752|And unknown of the world. 37752|But that little bird's sad refrain 37752|Had taught me how wise it was to let go 37752|The world's allurements, and find in the woods 37752|Greater joys than men can know. 37752|And when at midnight and when dawn is at hand, 37752|He goes to the wood and sings so sad and low-- 37752|I know the dead eyes smile on me-- 37752|Because I have heard them smile and know 37752|That the world is worth living in. 37752|A little bird in the dusk of a September morning, 37752|With wings of gold and of red, 37752|Flying back to his nest from the land of sky, 37752|Piping his sorrowful song-- 37752|"I love no man from this hour, I love no lover, 37752|No friend, no wife, no child, 37752|For the things that are done or are to be, 37752|Are wrong to me and mine!" 37752|With his little heart full of love and light, 37752|He sings his lamentation then 37752|On the blackbird's silver song-stealing throat-- 37752|"For the things that are done or are to be, 37752|Are wrong to the blackbird and me." 37752|There was a little boy and a little girl, 37752|And they twain were walking the ways of the world; 37752|They walked and talked for hours till the little boy said: 37752|"One day I shall marry her that's black and cold." 37752|The little boy was young, and the little girl was old; 37752|And they walked on with bare feet, and they kissed and they said: 37752|"One day we shall make love together, and sleep together." 37752|The little boy was young, and the little girl was fair; 37752|They danced till the morning light, and they sang the wild love-note; 37752|And the little boy dreamed on his bed and he said: 37752|"One day I shall marry her that's young and gold and white." 37752|"No! that's not right!" the little boy cried, and he started up; 37752|He hid his head under his wing and he said: 37752|"No, no! I'm not married; I'm married to a girl that's black." 37752|"That's right; but, ah, that's wrong!" the little girl said, and she laughed 37752|at his pain; and her face ======================================== SAMPLE 39160 ======================================== 30235|Thy voice, to whom all Nature seems the same; 30235|And all such as thou, on thy wild wanderings? 30235|Where is it now, but an old, old longing? 30235|And all the rest, that is right, that's fair, 30235|That is lovely, fair, that is sweet, 30235|That is high-towering, or near the sky: 30235|All is vanished; and so is I: 30235|All is gone; and I am left alone. 30235|My thoughts are as the dead leaves lying, 30235|Lights in a cup, 30235|Saying to the dead leaves, Be silent yet: 30235|And I say, Whisper to the leaves, for pity: 30235|And all the cup-bearers turn from the hearth, 30235|Saying to the thoughts, Why stand ye gazing? 30235|And I say, Why not weeping? 30235|And the thoughts answer, Saying What is this, 30235|Why look ye at the stranger thus lying? 30235|Is it but a sad thought, a wailing thought, 30235|That from thy heart 30235|Comes the selfish end, 30235|Some hapless friend to slew, 30235|And makes thee turn pale? 30235|Is it but a thought, 30235|Like the last leaf that falls and dies, 30235|Or the last breath that from the tree is drawn? 30235|Nay, it is a thought like the rest of these, 30235|And is of the world at heart. 30235|As I sit here, 30235|All forgotten, 30235|Stretched out on the grass, I remember 30235|How thou wast wont my sad hours to crown; 30235|And all these years I still remember 30235|The sad nights, and the sad loves I gave, 30235|And in this heart that aches with these ill days, 30235|There is no rest-- 30235|But with the grass my body I cover; 30235|And close to it, 30235|As if it were thy grave, I fold my clothes; 30235|And for thy sake I weave these endless hours, 30235|And for thy sake, 30235|I keep a doubting heart, that cannot feel the touch of sorrow. 30235|For pity let me bewail thy absence, 30235|That thou, among the living dead, art laid, 30235|Ere my soul hath found out rest and peace, 30235|And to fulfil all her high emprise 30235|Has to the grave been brought. 30235|There are some sweet flowers that no stern winds can overblow, 30235|And they come out in the sun and in the rain; 30235|And the dew comes down on the thorn in silver showers, 30235|And the leaves on the hill. 30235|And the larkspur blooms that no winds can overblow, 30235|Blow in the gusty wake of the moving clouds; 30235|And the grass comes out in the windy morning dew, 30235|And the thorn in the oak. 30235|From the hills the red fire-fly starts and burns, 30235|And the night-winds whisper and tell 30235|How one loves you well, and one loves the grave! 30235|And what more is there to do but sit and weep, 30235|And call on the Lord in your heart? 30235|I was a child and they bore me away 30235|Among their dusty, silent ways. 30235|The gray, dank ways, where the little feet 30235|Perish in the stillness; where the ways 30235|Of the Dead are beaten by faint feet. 30235|A little child that died fair young, 30235|And lies upon the lonely turf, 30235|With eyes that weep, and lips more white 30235|Than the white stars that shone before,-- 30235|I would I knew the poor, white Soul 30235|That slept within the silent grave. 30235|I would I saw her gently bent 30235|Over the little corpse, and knew 30235|What broken words and strange dismay 30235|In the stillness of the night had been 30235|That made her so still and broken-hearted. 30235|I would I found her in the grass, 30235|And ======================================== SAMPLE 39170 ======================================== 1041|As many more to do and die. 1041|The man shall meet his death-doom, 1041|Nor see the day of his man's desire; 1041|His very name shall be writ, 1041|And, being sad, be thought a shame, 1041|And be despis'd of by all men. 1041|He shall not look abroad to see 1041|His child or granddaughter's nuptial state, 1041|But like a beast that hath no eye 1041|He look't abroad for some strange thing. 1041|No voyage of all his wealth 1041|Shall find him Irish-born again, 1041|But look'd abroad for many a thing, 1041|Because he was an English man. 1041|The great man of all the country, 1041|He shall not live to see his son, 1041|But like a beggar die away, 1041|Because he can not live on land. 1041|I see a woman now at town, 1041|Which many men at town behold: 1041|I see a woman now at court, 1041|Which many men at court behold: 1041|I saw a woman now at wits, 1041|Which many men at wits behold: 1041|I saw a woman now at hags, 1041|Which many men at hags behold: 1041|I saw a woman now at tears, 1041|And a new woman now at floods, 1041|And a new woman now at gales, 1041|And a new woman now at lands. 1041|I see a woman now at death, 1041|Which many men at death behold: 1041|I see a woman now at life, 1041|And all her days are now at this. 1041|I saw a woman there the morrow, 1041|I saw her on my knees a-dying; 1041|Her husband had her in his keeping, 1041|And had for her his last blessing: 1041|This I, I know not whence, am going 1041|To see the wife that loved me yesterday. 1041|I saw the house with the trees all flourish'd, 1041|For which my heart had much to longing: 1041|A fair house is the heartless heart, 1041|That loveth not her beauty's cause. 1041|It made the house-dancer's feet to dance, 1041|And in his hand the lover's heart; 1041|But the fair house is the heartless heart 1041|That loveth not his love's cause. 1041|When I look in the glass, the fairest thing befalls; 1041|There the fair house's in pieces scrap'd and rend'd, 1041|And the poor house wherein I dwell's in such plight, 1041|That little chance has it to last a day: 1041|There was the house of my infancy, 1041|Here's the house of my youth, 1041|And here's the field of my childhood. 1041|So to the fair and the good, O ye winds that blow, 1041|Ye winds from on high, whose sacred trust you aid, 1041|Ye are my nurse, my father, and my friend: 1041|The house wherein I am born is my dear and trusty abode, 1041|And the house where I dwell am my father's beloved grave. 1041|And the house that I now in shall see 1041|Shall not be a ruin'd wreck, 1041|But shall be rich in the profit, 1041|If a few tears suffice to tell her: 1041|If a few tears suffice to tell her, 1041|That my home is but a broken fragment of the house of God. 1041|So to the fair and the good, O ye winds of heaven, 1041|Ye winds of pure truth, 1041|Whose wings are the windows of God's blissful city, 1041|Who wave his gentle holy banner to the skies, 1041|Which through the windows of her heaven as you go shine: 1041|Ye are my nurse, O father, and my friend, 1041|And a winged messenger of comfort are you: 1041|The house that I shall behold upon my birth-day stands, 1041|And my God the house is blessed with. 1041|And the house that I shall behold upon my ======================================== SAMPLE 39180 ======================================== 42052|And the light and the darkness and her all-enduring beauty 42052|Grew on us, while the dark sea of shadow and sorrow 42052|Lay ever too deep for any hope and no grief: 42052|And the sweet love of the sun-god, the moon-god, 42052|And the mighty love of the stars, were one. 42052|But the sea was ever too deep for all that was done: 42052|So we climbed up and were borne down to its depth, 42052|All, save one, that had been lost in the darkness and still, 42052|As we bore it, borne on the waves, borne on the sea: 42052|And a wind that was ever blowing, a thunder still 42052|Shrieked from far that was never heard or seen! 42052|And it came, as we bore it, borne on the waves, 42052|Back from the deeps that the wind of the universe 42052|Had hid from us; for ever back, and ever still. 42052|And our hearts were filled with a wonder--an awe, 42052|And a love and a wonder that grew out of desire, 42052|Then grew to a passion forever, in sadness and scorn, 42052|Till the sea-wind, strange, wonderful, out of the night, 42052|Cradle them up to the dark and the dark unto the light 42052|And the night to the dawn of the dawning of the day. 42052|In the shadow of the earth, in the shade of the sea; 42052|In the soundless silence of the windless forests green: 42052|And they were there, so far out of the world, that I knew 42052|I had passed beyond its reach, and was the last with these 42052|To be heard or seen;--and I heard them cry as I stood 42052|At the end of my journey in the world--the ending of a day 42052|That had brought us all joy of life, as the great Earth, 42052|And all life's grief, and all life's sorrow, were vainly spent. 42052|And from every sunset, there rang to me one clear cry, 42052|Like the music from music-making wings, on high: 42052|From every sunset, and always--evermore--forevermore! 42052|So we climbed up and were borne down to its depth, 42052|All, save one, that had been lost in the darkness and still, 42052|As we bore it, borne on the waves, borne on the sea; 42052|And it was not borne on the waves, and nevermore to be, 42052|But the wind kept calling us till we gave answer, so far, 42052|So far away, from what might have been, to which had we been bound:-- 42052|But the wind called in the silence of the earth, and said:-- 42052|"No more is toil upon thy path, O noble One, 42052|But the wind called in the darkness of the earth, in the shade 42052|Of the dark, and said, "Behold, it is the dawn of the year; 42052|The wind calls; and the sun calls, and the deep calls back." 42052|A dayless year, so long. Yet now, to-day, the sun 42052|Hangs with a shining hand on the golden grass, 42052|And on the blue and the green grasses the low bird sings; 42052|And the leaves hang still and still across a wintry world; 42052|Only a little wind stirs along the sunny wood, 42052|Or a little wind in the mist, or in the blue of noon. 42052|Only a single wind, that rushes through the trees, 42052|Till the great oak tree seems a whirlwind in its wrath. 42052|Only a single wind, that makes the leaves fly by, 42052|Leaves them green, and leaves them dark as a winter's night. 42052|For the wind hath said to the leaves all their will, 42052|To the leaves every word of the wind hath said. 42052|The winds of the winter hold many a leaf, 42052|And in the darkness the leaves lie, all night long. 42052|When the sun and the stars are one 42052|With the song of the river, 42052|The leaves of the forest dance 42052|Out of sight upon the grass ======================================== SAMPLE 39190 ======================================== 1322|Where you are not you can't come by. 1322|I am too shy, my strength is gone, 1322|I am cold, too keen a sense. 1322|I will leave thee leave thee, 1322|Thou art not thou, 1322|Thou hast left me, leave me, 1322|And if thou hast not left me, 1322|I am all alone for ever. 1322|I love thee, I kiss thy feet, 1322|I lean and clasp thee, I press them; 1322|I touch thy body and souls, 1322|I feel thee swell and expand and pulse and ripen, 1322|I love thee, I swear to thee, 1322|I am thine, 1322|I lie in thy embrace, 1322|I am mine, I am thine, I am thy devotee. 1322|I think not of thee, 1322|I think not of thee, 1322|I feel thy touch, I love thee, I kiss thy feet. 1322|I cannot think but that I love thee, 1322|I cannot breathe, I know not I love thee, 1322|Thy loveliness is like a wave, 1322|It ripples from bough to bough without ceasing, 1322|It moves as swift to me. 1322|It falls upon me like the breath of a breeze, 1322|It leaps upon me like the light of a sun, 1322|My soul is it, I think you are mine. 1322|My heart swells to the sound of the kiss, 1322|I hold thee now in my breast, 1322|I hold thee in my breast, 1322|I hold thee and I feel thee swell and expand, 1322|I hold thee and feel thee throbbing throb to throb to throb to throb to throb to throb to throb 1322|to be thy Lover forever, 1322|Oh, are they dead? 1322|Are they dead to this life? 1322|Are they dead? 1322|Are they dead to what they are to thee? 1322|(He leans his head against a shelf and lets the silence fall.) 1322|I dream I see them now, they lean to us, 1322|They touch this book, they hold it in their hands. 1322|(He turns and looks into the dark.) 1322|I dream I hear them now, they are near us, 1322|Their voices are like a breath. 1322|(He turns to the left and looks in the dark.) 1322|I dream that I hear them now, their feet are near us, 1322|They come, they go, their eyes are like a flame. 1322|They come, they go, they look at us with radiant eyes. 1322|What is happening here? 1322|What is it? 1322|The air is shaking, the room is shaking, 1322|The room is shaking, the air is shaking, 1322|The room is shaken, the air is shaking, 1322|And the air is shaking. 1322|What is shaking? 1322|Nothing shaking. 1322|Shaking? 1322|I cannot make a shaking, 1322|The room is shaking, the room is shaking, 1322|The room is shaking, the air is shaking, 1322|The room is shaking, the air is shaking, 1322|But she is shaking not. 1322|Oh, where's the shaking? 1322|How do you know when they are here? 1322|How do you know when they are here? 1322|He has come! 1322|What does he want? 1322|My life! 1322|He has given it thee, 1322|He has taken it, 1322|And he will take a place in the world,-- 1322|No, and he will not leave thee,-- 1322|He would have no wrong to thee, 1322|To me, to the world--to thee, to himself. 1322|The old woman's dead, her children gone, 1322|Her house with walls around, 1322|Her garden, with its pansies and pansies'' blue, 1322|The dear old house in Salem street, 1322|All forgotten, forgotten, 1322|The house with walls around. 1322|I cannot remember the way to Salem street; 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 39200 ======================================== 2621|With the wild wind, when the wild leaves fall. 2621|A little child's heart is glad and strong; 2621|And love is here. 2621|Let not the heart of man 2621|Be weak, for it will never fight like the heart of God; 2621|But rather use it as a lever to be strong. 2621|The life of man or its decay is not worth 2621|The life of God. [_A pause._ 2621|Oh, when ye look far up into the sky, 2621|And the skies grow dark, 2621|And the little star trails 2621|A path for its shadow, when shall men behold 2621|A brighter sky? 2621|Oh, when the long dark path 2621|Of night goes by,-- 2621|When the winds go crying 'hush' in the sky, 2621|And the clouds are all a-crying 'hooray!'-- 2621|How bright shall be thy path! 2621|When earth lies dead, like a dream, 2621|The light shall die with her. 2621|When time and the darkness are done,-- 2621|How bright shall be her path! 2621|When the last day's work is done, 2621|And the last day's sun is high, 2621|How shall men behold thee bright, 2621|When all is dark,-- 2621|When there is no sun? 2621|In the far off city of the west, 2621|Where the world went ill, 2621|With the wind, on a horse of snow, 2621|Came a man in grey. 2621|He went about and spoke to men 2621|With a cheerful voice; 2621|And one of the town's young maids, I wis, 2621|Came next with him. 2621|"Ye have heard," said the wind, "of the ill 2621|That the west-wind did tend." 2621|Then the youth he called the wind "madam," 2621|And the wind "sirius," too, 2621|But the madam was far the best 2621|"To sing for when he came. 2621|"I'll put a stone up to her, 2621|A stone up to her knee, 2621|If it says to me that she 2621|Had a black and white face." 2621|The wind blew like a wind of the west, 2621|And the stone rose high, 2621|And the grey-haired lad, with his grey hair, 2621|Came down the green glade. 2621|All along the long green lane, 2621|All along that glade's way, 2621|From the stone up to the white white face, 2621|How sweet was the singing of the wind! 2621|The wind sang the old song--the wind sings it 2621|As it rides along the sky. 2621|"And as ye go up, ye see, 2621|In the time that's to be, 2621|A stone up to her, she shall stand 2621|A stone up to her knee." 2621|When the wind is up and the waves flow south, 2621|When the wind is up and the tide flows south, 2621|When the tide at its low 2621|Lurks an old man asleep, 2621|A little child's heart beats high: 2621|"Hearken, my mother dear, 2621|To the song that I sing, 2621|How the waves run and glint 2621|And ripple and run 2621|All round about the house, 2621|Where the wind is singing to me, 2621|Boon well do ye know 2621|How to make the house to sing 2621|So when the cold and snow 2621|Have vanished from the door 2621|And the wind, by the street-lamp, 2621|Strays past to and fro, 2621|And the house is warm and bright, 2621|Then, dear, the wind will make 2621|Blowing of the latch, do you think, 2621|And the wind will make 2621|The door so warm and bright 2621|That in winter time 2621|I'll be warm and bright, 2621|Then, mother ======================================== SAMPLE 39210 ======================================== 4010|And they must yield;--this is the way of kings:-- 4010|For such were we our sons who gave the crown 4010|To Britain's prince,--but, O! I fear that oft 4010|When Britain's pride is threatened by a clique, 4010|She will have cause for resenting the dissent 4010|Of her true-hearted sons. 4010|But, by our souls, 4010|And by his, my brave Sir John, who dares 4010|To do the best his skill and courage can, 4010|Whose thoughts, forsooth, are ever on the good, 4010|And the best cause;--what is it to my son, 4010|Which aught gainsay, but thou must do thy part? 4010|Yet, if thou wilt have thy self before the rest, 4010|Tis little that the rest will want thee then: 4010|It might be little, so thou wouldest do the best 4010|That thou mightiest do. 4010|And, O! my brave Sir John, well I know 4010|That, by the love, and the faith of thy breast 4010|And--by thy mother's prayer, sir--sire, and God! 4010|In all this trouble, and all the gain, 4010|The joys of life, 4010|Which thou--thou must do, if thou wouldst be--thou 4010|Must do. 4010|Thy country needs thee--and thy father's need 4010|Will help thee, Sir John; yet, how, with this need, 4010|Shallst thou and all the women of thy blood 4010|Go to the searching sea, 4010|Where many a good ship is lost and many a life 4010|In yonder stormy deep? 4010|What is it to me, that I should see 4010|My children, the wife, the wife, the wife, 4010|And sons, and great-six sons, 4010|All sink in death, a fearful prospect there, 4010|Unless thou do the very best thou art 4010|To slay them all? 4010|And, if, for so little, thou refrain, 4010|My boy!--and this I trust all means are good-- 4010|Thou wilt not leave them in the sea-- 4010|If thy strong heart can feel 4010|That one poor life is very oft too poor - 4010|Then pray, sir--for, if thou'lt not live, 4010|Why shouldst thou fly to seek thy mother there?" 4010|The sad husband paused--his breast was bare. 4010|"Well then, and if it must be so, 4010|Why?--for my soul, in this I know, 4010|Was not so very great 4010|As to require the utmost aid 4010|Of some high power, that I might be 4010|Equal to ask, 4010|If that my mother's help might be lent-- 4010|And if I could not, then, at last, 4010|Necessity and grace would bid me die 4010|A little--yea, very little--little while." 4010|He, stooping, raised her up, and held her head 4010|Upon his; and she, with sobs and sighs, 4010|And tears, and sighs that seemed half answerless, 4010|Came forth, and seemed to say, 4010|"Nay! I can feel thee, sir! would never pass 4010|The heart that thou hast pierced, 4010|Even of little love, with all its full measure. 4010|I, that once strove with thee to climb, 4010|Now sink upon my knee,-- 4010|For not on thine were I beguiled!" 4010|She wiped away the tears that were beginning 4010|To flow unbidden. "Ah! let this be written 4010|On this cold hand," she said, 4010|"This trembling night, that I could meet thee near, 4010|Or e'er thy mother come! 4010|If this be written, then, thou wert too mean 4010|To be my son indeed; 4010|But--O! let this hand, thus clean and fair, 4010|Be my poor child, my sweetest ======================================== SAMPLE 39220 ======================================== 615|Called, and he made answer, while he stood 615|Where, 'twixt the wall that divides them with ditch 615|And ditch and auger and wide bridge that flings 615|Up to, an eddy in the air that flings 615|From wall to bank, how so far to sea he went, 615|And where, his journey to close, he came, and who. 615|He knew, and withal did point out the spot, 615|As well as mark would man discover wrong, 615|And in short measures did the thing repair. 615|In that, the prince at distance near by stood, 615|Upon the bank, and bade the warrior go 615|On, and should see what might he with his eyes 615|To other place of comfort, then and here. 615|In this did this good warrior think his stay 615|Well ended, for he had no resource 615|To bring his foes to prison, since no guide, 615|By any, knew the mazes of the bank, 615|Nor he would faine to find out what he knew. 615|The stream of that fair river and of this, 615|And of all other rivers that are found 615|In fruitful or unfertile places, are 615|Bound by a bridge which, when at its deepest, 615|In all its course, and in its highest verge, 615|He through the mountains with the valley leads. 615|The gentle waters, with soft murmurs fair, 615|To her in arms, that there amid the tide 615|Had bared her breasts, now softly move and flow 615|Into the green and fertile river's bed; 615|This, as before, upon the bank they meet, 615|And on the margin lie, while she, to show 615|And bring the flood to bay before her foe, 615|Sends forth one foot; but does not stop to rest 615|Her knee on the soft gravel, but the whole, 615|In that they both lay close, in bosom close. 615|So like a tree, by wind or other blow 615|Struck from its native bough by some adverse shower, 615|Or by some blow cast headlong to the ground, 615|That by the river-stream it falls and swims, 615|So lay the damsel and her lover, nor 615|Aught cared they how by him the flood was gone. 615|Nor had the maid and warrior on the bank 615|Passed, for those banks would not suffer a way. 615|They thence would soon approach a town or plain, 615|Not distant thence from Lampedosa stem. 615|From these, as to the river's mouth they wended, 615|A mountain's side, in which was damsel seen 615|A damsel with a damsel's form and face, 615|With arms and breast, a damsel all the while 615|Hanging the maid in amorous air; the while 615|Of course and plan a certain step pursued 615|Ere thence the damsel could upon them steer. 615|They stop, and there, with little trouble strait, 615|In silence watch, till she, who knew, through mean 615|And evil fashion, the place and season, 615|Bore with the damsel their captive captive way. 615|Them well-nigh stopped the shepherd from pursuing, 615|And, where 'twas night, she gave them to pursue. 615|The shepherd, as the rest, who saw her go, 615|Was on his way to visit, and to stay. 615|At length arrived the knightly pair, as gay 615|As when they came, and, after he had past, 615|Turned from his lady to the other side, 615|When, since she was so ill at ease, she seemed 615|So little comforted, she had scarce risen. 615|The damsel, who was weeping sore, made bold 615|To ask the knight what cause he desired to know. 615|He showed, and told: -- his name and worth, he said, 615|Were famous in Brittany, and in Afric; 615|And on, for few, a mighty journey through, 615|And, at the castle, he had left her there. 615|And to her she made a present made, 615|Of arms and other things she said were dear. 615|-- `A thousand times this maid I thought to have, 615|So richly clad, and suit so pleasing ======================================== SAMPLE 39230 ======================================== 1020|And when he saw they could not have it then 1020|He left them in confusion for their pains. 1020|The night had fallen quite silent, 1020|Not to be out of his cot, 1020|And he did what he could to quell down 1020|The bitter and the bitter taste 1020|Of having to watch that awful place. 1020|He watched there like an eye that's asleep, 1020|As if a ghost was stealing 1020|About his room with its breathless sound 1020|And silent, sweet. 1020|He watched when he had the strength to take 1020|His little sister out 1020|In the light of the morning, 1020|Or else, being a good father, went out 1020|When he had a sickle to reap. 1020|He watched all through the long day's drowsy hours 1020|When he had no trouble there, 1020|Nor when the baby was not screaming 1020|And sobbing in his bed, 1020|In the dark 1020|Of the house-top at even, 1020|When the fire at midnight 1020|Had but little heat. 1020|He watched all through the long night's silent watches 1020|When the child was going to sleep, 1020|Even when he was afraid he'd sleep too late 1020|And he would watch all through the baby's slumbers 1020|So she could be happy and good. 1020|He watched through the baby's dream of him 1020|When they were fast asleep, 1020|And he saw 1020|That God's eye was looking up 1020|In the good home-front of his son, 1020|When you were all alone with God, 1020|I had come with you to my grave, 1020|But I could not find her there. 1020|And this was the end of me and God. 1020|In that black town 1020|There was never a house-dog alive, 1020|And never a house-dog to walk 1020|Through a dark alley. 1020|I had heard of a certain lad, 1020|Whose face looked on me through the night, 1020|And knew me through the house-cord. 1020|So, through the night, 1020|I looked through the door of that lad, 1020|To find out who I knew. 1020|I had no name, and I knew not his 1020|From his pallid face, 1020|But the night came and went with him, 1020|And his spirit floated about 1020|Like a little ghost, 1020|And he was no longer able 1020|To see who I was. 1020|I had no face, but I knew who he was. 1020|"Handsome! Handsome!" I cried at last, 1020|"Gaudy without a crown. 1020|Handsome in a night-shirt from the waist, 1020|But still the same, the same." 1020|He shook his head and said with a smile 1020|"No one is so bright as you, 1020|I have been a great many ages 1020|Beyond the way to say. 1020|You cannot be the doll that I dreamed, 1020|And you are so far away." 1020|He was a little man with a little beard, 1020|In spite of that he was as tall. 1020|And I knew him for, if it were not strange, 1020|I should go by. 1020|How am I to tell you this story? 1020|Only to say that it is true, 1020|And, if you care at all, to keep quiet 1020|And let them know that I do care. 1020|I had been all to myself, and all 1020|What I called self-love could not make wise, 1020|And I was a little child with nothing gained. 1020|Then I saw this beautiful face. 1020|I saw the light in his eyes, 1020|I saw the joy in his face. 1020|I turned his happy look. He had brought 1020|The perfect baby-face. 1020|I put his pictures in the frame. 1020|I loved him like any boy, 1020|But when I had had ======================================== SAMPLE 39240 ======================================== 37861|And I shall stand a statue, though he be gone; 37861|Yet shall a little thing I know,-- 37861|A little thing, not very fair; 37861|Shall see the little thing grow up, 37861|In a little life, and know him, 37861|Till that little life is quite ended; 37861|And I shall die a statue at sixty, 37861|And go to the end of the line. 37861|And some women say to me: 37861|"Why, it is well the boy should be dead; 37861|It is not his father's, but his own." 37861|And I reply to them with this: 37861|"Because the mother is not dead." 37861|And the same woman says: 37861|"Hush! if he was not yours to save 37861|We should have died a moment ago." 37861|And I say to her: 37861|"There were two things he should not have died: 37861|A child that was not born to you, and death." 37861|And she answers to me: 37861|"If he were mine, I'd say no more." 37861|And I answer: 37861|"It is not yours to save him, but mine." 37861|What is the use of waiting? Why not soon 37861|A man will give and take a wife, and take 37861|His heart as lightly as a feather upon a wing; 37861|And while he thinks of her at her feet,--when he has 37861|No further care for her,--he will go and come, 37861|And see her face one moment, and her face again, 37861|Till it is midnight, and the moon is just beginning to shine 37861|On the white window with the stars. But, if she be 37861|A little older, he will follow her to bed, 37861|And make her little bed, till she wakes and begins to 37861|To talk and laugh, and kiss him once again. 37861|What is the use of waiting 37861|To the child of joy? 37861|And there comes another dawn 37861|With all the world to see. 37861|How do you like your new doll? 37861|The white is so pretty, 37861|And the pink looks very white, 37861|But I like it best 37861|When I think of the pink. 37861|What do you like about your doll? 37861|I like the little curls, 37861|I like to see them curl, 37861|And the way they sound against my cheek; 37861|I like them all so. 37861|What do you like about your doll? 37861|I like her pretty face, 37861|Her eyes very brown, 37861|Her cheek that's soft, I think, 37861|And her little mouth that holds so sweet, 37861|When I think of her face. 37861|What do you like about your doll? 37861|Her little mouth, too, 37861|The way it opens and shuts, 37861|Her little teeth that seem so thin 37861|To be of any weight, 37861|Perhaps they may be stones. 37861|What do you like about your doll? 37861|She has a little hair, 37861|Which she lifts up and draws 37861|Over her eyes when she talks, 37861|I really think that it's queer 37861|To take off that hair. 37861|What do you like about your doll? 37861|I like the little feet, 37861|I like that little face, 37861|And what does not my doll? 37861|I wouldn't give them up for you that much; 37861|And yet, it is just as easy to go without,-- 37861|I wish you could have them, or to have them, or not, 37861|As it is now to have them. 37861|What do you like about your doll? 37861|I cannot tell what ======================================== SAMPLE 39250 ======================================== 24334|As though she'd only wished a "sweet, sweet, 24334|Good-bye, good-bye" to that, but oh! 24334|She'd never, never say "bye." 24334|"My dear!"--the very first word he'd said, 24334|And she'd hardly lifted this same lid 24334|Which once she'd rolled out for a "tattler," 24334|To the very last puff and puff 24334|Until she could breathe with him in it. 24334|But the light was far too faint to see, 24334|Although the rain-clouds poured in with glee, 24334|And a great breeze would play the thunder 24334|In the house all night with its rattle. 24334|For the rain would come--and the wind was so 24334|It would be "no heavy thing"! 24334|But things would change by and by--for, as bad 24334|As it was, there wouldn't be an end!-- 24334|Till night, dark and silent, like an old chair 24334|Could keep her watch and watch at a clock. 24334|And the night came and found her, still as still, 24334|And the rain-clouds went rolling in with glee, 24334|And the house was empty, like the empty chair 24334|When the night-wind rang out in May! 24334|Then she heard a voice, 24334|And it cried, "Take heed, take heed of things to come." 24334|She's dead!" she said; and nothing in the sky 24334|Was ever so dark upon a brow, 24334|But, with a sigh, she turned, and in her face 24334|The last dark ghost in this world was seen, 24334|And she knew it--and her husband's life was lost. 24334|But she never knew that grief which comes so fast, 24334|Nor heard that hour of which no word can tell 24334|Far or wide, the shadow of her life, 24334|A solemn doubt, and sorrow that the end 24334|Could never know a doubtfulness and no pain. 24334|Then at first she knew not why, when sorrow's rain 24334|Thrilled in her breast, she seemed to look in vain 24334|For all the friends that she had loved best, 24334|And wondered and was sorry, and feared 24334|Her life had wasted so much. But they went on 24334|And did not speak of what had been, because 24334|They thought it but a little thing; 24334|Nor she the form nor I the face recalls, 24334|As the day wore on, and the shadow grew; 24334|And her last words were the last she made 24334|Till she heard him cry, and the dead was gone. 24334|Alone there sat the old man calm and still, 24334|To his watch with its steady ebbing rain 24334|His wrinkled hands he loosely clasped, then shook 24334|His hair back, and with slow, strange lips spoke: 24334|"Ah," he said, "my thoughts are as a pall, 24334|They cannot all remain behind: 24334|"And I do seek a grave, with every bed 24334|Where any dead man lay, 24334|But no living man can read thine heart 24334|Ere the dead man dies of his own pain, 24334|And sleep and death that know 24334|Their own mortality." 24334|Now to me, alas! 24334|This truth I always hold, 24334|Where I go out 24334|To read a story fresh, 24334|So with me to-night; 24334|To-morrow, you will say 24334|That all is passing fair; 24334|But to-day, I see 24334|The tear in my eye, and all is dark. 24334|All night, and all the day, 24334|The same--to sleep--and to wake 24334|And to weep and to weep and to weep: 24334|And all night through I weep! 24334|Ah, when I hear the lamp at dawn 24334|Start from the dusky wall, 24334|Will my tears start--or start indeed? 24334|Ah, when I lay awake, 24334|Will I cry, and, when I awake, 24334 ======================================== SAMPLE 39260 ======================================== 19385|The daffodils in green, 19385|The robin redbreasts all growen 19385|With new-sprung joy. 19385|The rose by Mary o'er the sea 19385|Is fragrant fair; 19385|The lily still in the fauld 19385|Gives fairest show; 19385|The elm and the willow in bun 19385|Are blithe and gay. 19385|The cuckoo calls on the wind 19385|To keep his wings; 19385|The wind, by morn's en fauld, 19385|Calls every howd! 19385|The moon, by love o'er Heaven shed, 19385|Is bright and true: 19385|She makes the night more fair, 19385|And gilds the day. 19385|O may I, when young, 19385|When life lies o'er,-- 19385|When I meet Life's kiss, 19385|I reach my hand out; 19385|With it she puts out 19385|Her bosom true! 19385|Away, hence! 19385|The day is done; 19385|The night is up, 19385|And sorrow waits 19385|But you'll find it hard, 19385|As you 'll meet withal 19385|The tears of care. 19385|If we were lying down 19385|To lie and sleep, 19385|Not thinking that the night 19385|Was ever young, 19385|Were we not feeling glad 19385|And glad withal, 19385|That life hath nane 19385|But good the while? 19385|Away in the dark 19385|We 'd think of nane; 19385|We 'd talk of the day, 19385|In its joy or pain, 19385|Like to a lang-liefed lass, 19385|Or doggie doggie doggie. 19385|Away in the dark 19385|We 'd be as still, 19385|Or feel as happy then, 19385|As doggies doggies doggies. 19385|Nae dainty ca'm, 19385|An' wee fudger hizzie, 19385|Nor auld claurkin cauld 19385|Would tempt us, doggies doggies, 19385|To tak' to bed, 19385|An' doggies doggies, 19385|A dreepin, doggies, 19385|To sleep with our doggies. 19385|Fareweel, for yet, 19385|Here's nae dainty ca'm! 19385|Our hale, our head we 'll get, 19385|If we do tak' our doggies away, 19385|An' come to stay; 19385|They 'll keep our hearts warm 19385|Till we come back again; 19385|Away, for we 'll wake again, 19385|To tak' what we can, 19385|For the days are plenty, doggies, 19385|Doggies, doggies, doggies. 19385|"My love, my love!" 19385|To the tune of "Ode on St. Cecilia's Day," composed by George Herbert, 19385|expression by a living poet is ever welcomed as an added 19385|added richly to the work already begun. 19385|"Thou art fair, and thou art young, love, 19385|And two young eyes, love, 19385|Methinks I see the smile of thee 19385|In their eyes of brown and gray. 19385|And thy sweet lips' sweet, low whisperings, 19385|And thy tawhd brown hair's wreath." 19385|"O for the days of yore!" 19385|"As sweet as when I was a queen 19385|With the world before me round, 19385|Or as all the roses are, love, 19385|In their glory of bloom. 19385|Nor the music of birds alone, 19385|To the heart of man's delight, 19385|But the joys that I loved to own, 19385|And felt when first I twine'd the plant, 19385|And love that 's all in light below." 19385|"I wander'd up and down ======================================== SAMPLE 39270 ======================================== 5185|In a boat upon the lakelet, 5185|In a vessel, silver-wrought, 5185|Gorgeous as an aukward birch-tree, 5185|Rising to his sledge's top, 5185|Hasting to his journey's end; 5185|Sable is the mantle he wears, 5185|On his shoulders bears the buckler, 5185|On his head the plaits of deer-skin. 5185|On the sledge are gold buckles, 5185|On each end are plumes of silver; 5185|In the stirrups sits an eagle, 5185|And his wings are made of silver; 5185|On his head the cuckoos cluster, 5185|On each point sing cuckoos sixty; 5185|Silver on his feathers gleams, 5185|On his beak the sweet-waters gleams, 5185|On his beak the brooklet's plashing; 5185|In his talons wears a net-work, 5185|On each foot are nets of silver; 5185|On each toe is trinkets placed, 5185|To enwrap the body of the stranger, 5185|Enwrap the thought of Kaleva. 5185|Him the eagle on the sledge, 5185|Woos in wooing and in marriage. 5185|Spake the poet, Ilmarinen: 5185|"Woe is me, unhappy me, 5185|That unhappy fate ordained 5185|For a race of handsome suitors, 5185|That they all propose to me! 5185|I was born and reared in Ivala, 5185|Was a prize-fighter in Suomi, 5185|Was a mighty singer in Suomi, 5185|Was a singer both tri-, and min', 5185|Both hoar and tender in filial duty; 5185|But alas! my people all forsake me, 5185|And forsake me too their princely prince! 5185|O are the people false or doubtful, 5185|O are the people untutor’d, 5185|That will not learn my virtues, 5185|That do not learn my lineage ancestral? 5185|Then the silver-portioned vessel, 5185|That is made of magic metals, 5185|O the heaving in my bosom, 5185|And the growing all my members, 5185|Farewell for now unwanted suitors, 5185|Farewell for him of Evil-head, 5185|Farewell for him that hither comes 5185|From his portal to pervert me, 5185|That I thus may tell them all, 5185|Suitors of the ancient Honoria." 5185|Then his mother took the helm him, 5185|Quickly gave the hero greeting, 5185|This command the moment he understood: 5185|"Now indeed, illustrious hero, 5185|I have brought thee from the portals, 5185|From the fir-tree’s top-row� to top-flight; 5185|Now I bid thee to the wedding, 5185|And command thee now to speech begin: 5185|“Come thou here, my lovely daughter, 5185|To the modest, virgin-honored, 5185|To the virgin-honored bridegroom, 5185|I charge thee say to her and tell her, 5185|Songs for singing to enchant her, 5185|Trivia with which to draw her, 5185|That she next may tell to meaker, 5185|And perchance perchance perchance her, 5185|Trivial things that please her wellings, 5185|Of the lovely maidens of her kindred.” 5185|Then the daughter of Midas 5185|Answered thus good,11|Good in speech and birth, Kalervo: 5185|“I will speak as He has bidden me, 5185|As the ancient, gracious Creator, 5185|Who created me, give me wisdom. 5185|What the maiden in his vision 5185|That has won his eye and heart, 5185|That has won his love and favor, 5185|That has won my dearest sister, 5185|Since she cannot choose but answer, 5185|Dwells there in Pohyola, princely? 5185 ======================================== SAMPLE 39280 ======================================== 38566|diversal movement of the various voices in the landscape. 38566|We shall find that the poet has made use of many different 38566|routes, as are found in the writings of Homer, Virgil, and 38566|Bede, in order to give form to the various movements of the 38566|the sea. It is true, too, that this region is mountainous, and 38566|that our poet has employed much colour and variety in 38566|the scenery with which it is clothed, but we know that it is 38566|a soft and gentle country. The number of hills and mountains 38566|and of rivers, and of sands and pools, is so great, and is 38566|so distinct, that they demand not the exact delineation of 38566|the figures of the landscape. They are easily seen without 38566|the aid of art, and are generally, in the poet's own 38566|view, much nearer to the nature and the feelings of the 38566|the land than any other part of it. 38566|The language and expressions of which we are speaking are 38566|from the French, and are adopted in the fashion of the day 38566|by which they are being practised. The expression "with 38566|his tail between" is a very natural one, and is very 38566|like the expression of a Frenchman in the neighbourhood of 38566|Loire, in the tropics, who will take an idea, and make a 38566|translation of it, if he can, to bear such an influence with 38566|it. The very word is taken from a French legend of 38566|the tenth century, which tells us, the story goes, that 38566|the demon Fratando, as he was on the march from Hell, sought 38566|by a sudden and fatal example the aid of the great and 38566|languid sea. The great and languid sea was caused by the 38566|great and rapid sea, which the poet has thus made a 38566|concrete and fixed principle; by which great and 38566|slow rivers, and the gentle and fast flowing rivers, 38566|which run in the same lines of the ocean, are in great measure 38566|uninterrupted. We have also a picture of the flow of that 38566|great and fast flowing river as the line follows the line 38566|of the landscape; by which we are told that the great 38566|and languid sea was caused by the great river, which flows up 38566|from that place by the great sea (probably by an action 38566|of the sun), which always runs to the sun's action, 38566|everywhere, everywhere. This is a model of a sea with 38566|numerous vessels, all of one kind or another. They have 38566|their stations on the shore in the sea, and their 38566|sail-yards in the ocean; but they always flow to and fro 38566|through wide regions of water, which are not the narrow 38566|and narrow seas of earth; but are not so wide as the 38566|six principal rivers of the sea. 38566|(10) It is of the first rank among the tragi-comedy poems. 38566|(13) Probably meant that the poet's character was not very 38566|perfect but that he did not like to remain so long in the 38566|world. 38566|(14) Possibly meant to support his argument by showing that 38566|the English, with the introduction of Christianity, were 38566|forced upon themselves by their own weakness, into a 38566|terra incognita. 38566|(17) Probably meant that he thought that some would be of 38566|the opinion that the poet and the poet's wife were 38566|resemblance to each other. 38566|(19) Possibly meant the poet's wife--or his wife's sister. 38566|(21) It might be meant that the poet had travelled somewhat 38566|closely allied to his wife. 38566|(23) It is doubtful whether the poet knew who or what 38566|had given him the idea he was taking. I suppose that his 38566|thought that he had come into the hands of a lady. 38566|(25) Perhaps in reference to the poem on this head, referring 38566|to the fact that the poet's wife was one who gave her 38566|best counsel to the household, and had given the most counsel ======================================== SAMPLE 39290 ======================================== 1382|Mixed not. If from what he felt 1382|She had some secret, it was not that of the sky. 1382|Her softness, and the way she smiled 1382|At all his doubts, was what he sought, 1382|Not what he gained. She was his light. 1382|She was his hope. What was its price? 1382|Her eyes were stars of her sky: 1382|His soul a soul of pure light. 1382|The wind that he would feel 1382|Had breath'd to her the living sap. 1382|If he would drink of her blood, 1382|His spirit found the heart of man. 1382|She was the spirit-tree 1382|That takes the sun, and leaves the green, 1382|And on her branches a sweet blush 1382|Brings daffodil and water-spray. 1382|And since the world is blind 1382|To what is wise or worth, 1382|She hath a hand to heal 1382|Worldlings wounded by the light. 1382|Her voice is music-sweet 1382|To make the world at rest, 1382|And in it she reveals, 1382|In dim and dusky ways, 1382|The life-long wisdom of the skies. 1382|She is the voice of Love: 1382|Who hears from her how sweet 1382|Is she for him to know. 1382|Her eyes were stars of night, 1382|The sun-rays of her skies; 1382|They shone to charm the wise, 1382|And were her lips of love; 1382|For Nature and her son, 1382|Her only wisdom, are she. 1382|The winds were light of her, 1382|Her trees were glad of her hand; 1382|They lifted soft her head; 1382|To charm the world they are. 1382|Her flowers were glad of her breath; 1382|Her fields were full of her gold. 1382|Sweet Spring, the flower of her 1382|Who knew the light of her eyes, 1382|She is her mother now; 1382|The trees are bare for her sake. 1382|They love a voice of her: 1382|They are in love with the sun; 1382|For all her sweetness: they. 1382|Her songs are in her ears; 1382|They have her heart all through; 1382|And, in the heart of the tree, 1382|They sing of her lips. 1382|For all her sweetness, and she 1382|Is sweetest of all of her things. 1382|He lay 1382|In a dream a-smiling as the grass, 1382|And a stone at his feet 1382|Stood smiling, saying, "I keep 1382|You for a sweetheart, but 1382|I am weary of you 1382|As a stone might be, 1382|You will not be tired 1382|While the sky is clear: 1382|And I am weary 1382|Of the world's ways, 1382|I am weary 1382|Of a thousand dreams, 1382|I am weary now; 1382|I am weary of you!" 1382|Thus dreamt he, and woke; 1382|And so the dream 1382|The stone said, and smiled. 1382|I waked to a great, broad sea, 1382|And heard a great voice say, "Look: 1382|This sea, this sea is for me!" 1382|I looked, and the great sea ran 1382|Red and red; and the great sea said, 1382|O look, and the ships are far 1382|But far away. I looked, and the sail 1382|Stood red on the sea's smooth green breast; 1382|And the great sea said, O look, and cry, 1382|I am all right soon. O look, and cry, 1382|I am all right soon. 1382|I waked and saw the stars go by, 1382|All singing, all singing in song; 1382|And the sky went far down to the sea, 1382|As one would go to sleep. 1382|And up into my heart flew song, 1382|And the great sea sang it for me ======================================== SAMPLE 39300 ======================================== 8187|(Thy own fair realm, and thy own royal queen.) 8187|And all the charms of old Ocean, with thy charms, 8187|In the sweet, sweet round your isles and isles behold. 8187|In the golden, gold-embellisht palm, 8187|And in the vine-covered, golden soil! 8187|Where the lilies' blossoms, pale and green, 8187|Melt in the river's limpid wave. 8187|In the deep, deep bosom of the sea-- 8187|Where the bright, bright waves, like diamonds, glisten, 8187|And the wind is a living lute, 8187|Which the golden ocean breathes and plays. 8187|In that sweet, golden land I've found thee, 8187|In those green hills, and mossy willows green! 8187|Oh, the sweet dreams, of my summer there, 8187|(Waked but in vain,) are o'er me flown; 8187|Wakened but in vain--the light of joy 8187|Wanes--still round me die the tears of love. 8187|For the world, like a dream, lies in wait 8187|For my steps,--and they, my darling steps, 8187|Must have wings above them, or--they're lost. 8187|And the world loves to meet me on the green, 8187|Where the flowers hang over the willows green; 8187|Where the daisies drop their bells of light 8187|Out of the dell, and the bees, by night, 8187|Come hieing to me from their flowery home; 8187|The daisies are here, all bright with dew, 8187|Hiding their bells of light above the brake, 8187|Where the maidens play, and the flowers blow;-- 8187|Where the white lilies smile, and the violet, 8187|With a bloom like the rose's soft breath, 8187|Lies near the fountain where they dip their heads, 8187|And there, among the hyacinths that flow 8187|Through leaves that hang like white flowers above, 8187|The deer-lethrous oxen pass with half-closed eyes-- 8187|Where 'tis whispered in the pine, and echoed by the sea, 8187|That there dwells in the bosom and the glen, deep love-- 8187|Love so deep, that the heart, who hears would sink 8187|And be forgot as a spirit of gold, 8187|In which Love speaks not, but in which lips 8187|Bear witness how love is as dear as his own, 8187|Would rather swear, like his soul, that nothing in all 8187|Is lovelier than the soul of the loveliest flower. 8187|_"Praesertim hoc quam nunc propter Fraus Nuptialis, 8187|Heaven grant hei jace, et Christi sibi lusimis;"_ 8187|In the wild world's dark wilderness, 8187|Where Nature's charms are seen no more; 8187|Where Nature's charms-- 8187|The flower of all her beauteous flowers-- 8187|In vain to charm as in disdain, 8187|To charm and vanish from the eye. 8187|The flower of all her beauteous flowers, 8187|The golden dream of Beauty's hour, 8187|And in that hour 8187|Lose all its worth.... 8187|Lost in the gloomy world's wild ray, 8187|With naught of Beauty's light to brighten there, 8187|But dark, as earth, 8187|And black 8187|And dull 8187|As the bleak earth, Love's dream of Glory's light-- 8187|Lost in the gloom of this poor life of ours; 8187|Where Love, that in life's bloom should shine, 8187|And shine divine, 8187|To that dull dream 8187|Is as the dark earth, Love's glittering dream-- 8187|Lost in the gloom of this poor life of ours; 8187|Where Love in life is known to be 8187|The only charm that ever charms us here; 8187|And all the charms on earth are known 8187|To be the only charms that ever charm us here. 8187|The ======================================== SAMPLE 39310 ======================================== 1304|And if the rose grow only with my cheek, 1304|And if those lips do kiss but once or twice, 1304|And if you tell my heart by any breath, 1304|It will not be spoken in vain, I trow, 1304|For yet I trust my lips will meet to-day 1304|With theirs. 1304|The night is long, and still the night is long; 1304|The stars rise over hill and dale; 1304|The air is clear, and yet the air is long, 1304|And yet the hour is short of dawn: 1304|O lover, could you come with every hour, 1304|And close the door of mine upon a sigh, 1304|And close the window-sill upon a sigh, 1304|And close the ears of sorrow, and upon a sigh, 1304|Then should love, not death, be closing you on me. 1304|The wind blows cool, and yet the wind is still, 1304|The sea-weed glistens on the sand, 1304|I hear the wild duck as she drives her way 1304|And calls to life by every beam, 1304|The land-birds sing together, all so gay, 1304|The sea-bird calls in wild delight, 1304|And O with what enchantment the sea calls, 1304|Now sounds her timbrel, now her song: 1304|Trip it, sweet lover, and with speed, 1304|With haste, my own, mine, I too, kiss thee here. 1304|O have pity on thy maid--for I too 1304|Am like thee, but not of many like thee, 1304|But not of many like me, a very child, 1304|With longing lips, and heart unquiet. 1304|But thou, O lover, O O thou he charmed, 1304|Held me but for a moment, then I fled away, 1304|And have not looked upon thee since then, 1304|Come I again, come I again, 1304|Come, come in every wind that blows; 1304|I'll sit beside thee, kiss thee, love thee 1304|When air is still, and stars shine bright, 1304|When Earth has still her merry day; 1304|When Earth has still her merry day. 1304|O leave me not in the hour that I must part! 1304|I would that I might see thee once again; 1304|O let me live within thy power and might, 1304|But let me not see thee often or long! 1304|When air is still, and stars shine bright, 1304|When Earth has still her still her merry day, 1304|Let not my heart be broken, let not my head be sad: 1304|It were better death were near than life too near. 1304|'This life hath been a year in heaven!' she said: 1304|'This life shall be no more!' and she has flown. 1304|'This life hath been a year in heaven!'--Then she will come 1304|O'er the sea that lies outworn and wide! 1304|O, do not let her stay and bear thy heart away! 1304|But let her be thy soul, and heart, and hand, and ear, 1304|And let her come to thee in seasons to be! 1304|Here in this lowly place of tears and sighs, 1304|I can remember still the light that shone; 1304|I can remember the hour, when first I saw 1304|The little work-shop in which I played; 1304|I can remember the gate where I went out, 1304|And the great trees round that little work-shop. 1304|And when I came in (as if the bright blue glass 1304|Had caught the gleam from round my head), 1304|And saw the wide-walled, dusty, dusty place, 1304|I knew, for sure, that Heaven had smiled on me. 1304|Then life passed, and I was cold, and dull, and sad 1304|As all my friends and kindred are; 1304|And in these lonely days--oh, then I know 1304|God smiles on all--I shall be blest! 1304|I've heard them tell that if you sang a bird 1304|A silver song would fly to you, 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 39320 ======================================== 1020|A white-haired, silver-haired young woman 1020|Came with her basket of fruits and flowers. 1020|She brought her baskets with it here, 1020|And brought her fruit to eat, she said, 1020|And her mother's little son. 1020|She did not give he word she would, 1020|For the night had not yet risen, 1020|And it seemed as though from the dawn 1020|She were not even there. 1020|Then I saw her. The way was long 1020|And the road was so steep! 1020|She had a great basket of fruit, 1020|And the way was so long, 1020|And the sky was so dark and the sun 1020|Was not all warm and the moon so small 1020|That he could not even see her face, 1020|As he peered over the rocks all the way. 1020|But he could see her body, her face 1020|And her hands. And he tried to think, 1020|But her hands were just white, thin, white things, 1020|And his thoughts were all of them. 1020|They had been, and been good, and good men, 1020|And sweet things had been spoken all the day, 1020|And there had been no danger. But when 1020|He had had enough, and turned away, 1020|And had watched her through the darkness, too, 1020|Then the old man had said to his son: 1020|"My son, you know that the great God 1020|Calls you His worshippers? You have dreamed 1020|Of these great trees and the wind and bees. 1020|You have known of the great trees, 1020|And the winds and bees, and how the leaves 1020|Lifted to the sun, the wind to the sea, 1020|And the flowers to their new, fresh breaths. 1020|You have known the trees. There is no time 1020|For the life you hold as good, my son, 1020|But know, when time shall ease is near, 1020|You will know how much more dear God 1020|Is than things upon the earth," he said. 1020|Then the old man had taken a bundle 1020|And laid up and set aside 1020|In the basket of his carriage, 1020|And a night-cap on his head, 1020|And his son had gone over the hill, 1020|To get a fire-glow, 1020|And his son had fallen asleep near the glow, 1020|And his wife had come out and she had put on 1020|The great night-cap on her head, 1020|And watched him while he passed, and said nothing. 1020|Now at last the dark-haired girl 1020|Came over the road to say good-night. 1020|So the night-cap on the girl's head 1020|Put on the wind that cried all night through, 1020|And the woman's night-cap, black and red, 1020|On her dark hair, and she went out at last. 1020|A man came walking to our door, 1020|A stranger, strange, 1020|As if he had never been here before. 1020|He had a long-drawn face, 1020|And a heart of stone, 1020|He had two little round dimples 1020|Lying on his chest, 1020|And every year, at Eastertide, 1020|When the time is smallest, 1020|Bids them both together 1020|Rise from their churchyard altars, 1020|The two most beautiful children 1020|In the world. 1020|On the two big black cheeks 1020|Lashed tight in a cruel smile 1020|The eyes were like a pair of snow-white 1020|lips. 1020|From out of their hearts 1020|Gently they kissed each other 1020|And when that the young man 1020|Stroked the hair on the dark brown face 1020|He seemed to say to his little boy: 1020|"Truly my children, 1020|We are not afraid of death 1020|"Though we walk among us, 1020|And it comes in its bright death procession. 1020|For ======================================== SAMPLE 39330 ======================================== 16059|_Tres años_, _tribales_. 16059|Turbolite, _transmuted_. 16059|Un desierta la muerte, _unchosen_. 16059|Un derribo, _uncorrupted_. 16059|Un desierta al punto, _unaccountable hosteler_. 16059|Un día, _unaccountable work_. 16059|Un desierta, _unaccountable of duty_. 16059|Un desierta y muerte, _unscholastic_. 16059|Un desierta, _unscholastic_. 16059|Un derribo, _uncorrupted_. 16059|Viento _tribo_. 16059|_Verse: Desenadro_ [_Romero: Un desenadro_], _a poesíst_. 16059|Vierte, _a poesíst_. 16059|Whitigallo, _a white-whitaker_. 16059|From a Spanish poet of the middle of the thirteenth century. 16059|From an old Spanish poem. 16059|F. T. REED, New York. _Transcribers:_ CHESNIER, John. _Translator:_ GRAY. 16059| An epic of Spanish, with a modern influence. 16059|This book is a translation, partly. 16059|The text has been chosen by the editors. 16059|Page xxii 16059|A short Spanish epic of the Middle Ages. By Antonio de 16059|The Spanish epic, or panopada, is an ancient folk-tale, told 16059|in imitation of real events by a priest or friar. It has 16059|a peculiarly Spanish cast. Some of its characters are called 16059|"concierto," while a few of its plots show wide, exotic 16059|and peculiarities of the Spanish soil. Some of its 16059|characters and situations point toward a foreign 16059|voice and outlook. All of its other characters resemble 16059|Spanish peasants of the eleventh and twelfth centuries 16059|Bacchus, Pizarro, Don Henry de la Huerta, J.J. de 16059|Gavilismo, who are named principal characters, is usually 16059|rendered by "C. F. T. REED."] 16059|'Tus amigos ainsi qu'i alto amanti 16059|Gironda mal criado; 16059|Si os algunas modas pesar aisis, 16059|Diva que amor qu'in piloto doyo, 16059|Cantando en la mano tingua mia 16059|Si sospiar no cantando 16059|A quel resplandor qu'atroso 16059|Vivient la luna d'un hombro. 16059|De quien seso bater mi membra 16059|Me entrar de un corte fresca 16059|Caballeros, te cantaros 16059|A los muros infinito, 16059|E por una fizia y otra mío, 16059|De nido te dió tenaz 16059|Con lágrimas dura, hielos 16059|A la corona se ví: 16059|E ya llega, y amo bien placidos, 16059|Al pérfido ejemplo, 16059|Con sus cuerpos levantas 16059|Al bárbaro levanto, 16059|Tronse de nacqueros 16059|De las noches mieses gloria, 16059|Que del cierzo perdido 16059|Sextando en el alcázar 16059|Tuvo de su pobre cielo, 16059|Tronse de nacqueros 16059|De sus cuerpos teiences 16059|De su pobre corona 16059|A su afán desperte 16059|Y por qué su fortuna 16059|Viendo el que siente 16059|Cuando el otro carpeño 16059|Lanzó mi membrosa 16059|De quien viste de su ======================================== SAMPLE 39340 ======================================== 30282|Þ{o}n ȝede watȝ þe fayr i{n}-to þat flot þat fayr wy{n}ne, 30282|& ful ferly i{n} þat glent þer glente watȝ his gere, 30282|His geuen-fayre wyth vncurlede his gere, 30282|A þat ȝet a caldee & caldee ky{n}g aduoylede, 30282|& þer watȝ noch þe{n}ne hy{m} wyth i{n}ne fayre & freȝe; 30282|his fayre & gaylido{n}g þy seuen on hy{m} þ{er}-aft{er}, 30282|So watȝ i{n} a fowle carle & a fowre carle wyth-tet, 30282|& al watȝ i{n} mony a mon, a mon þo mon watȝ his hert, 30282|So watȝ i{n} a fole & a fet þat a fet watȝ wyth-tet; 30282|his gere he hyȝt to his grou{n}de & hider on-mowe, 30282|Þe vnny{m}mes he gretly to hene watȝ his honde, 30282|Þat he were a florin, & floyde i{n} floures, 30282|& ful sone þe same I mely vp-rong þe{n} hem i{n}ne. 30282|& þe{n}ne watȝ watȝ i{n} a fole fayre & fayre fayre hent, 30282|Bot oþ{er} so flurtyf he wyth-aft{er} to mylle, 30282|& al watȝ þe fowre carle of a wych ȝate carle, 30282|His fayrest fyftere alle þe{n} he was no mon, 30282|As for to specke hem alle þe to se, vnder-schyne; 30282|For þer alle alle þe waye þere hem syȝ noȝt, 30282|Þen þay on þe waye þer watȝ no mony to day, 30282|& eu{er} watȝ þe carle on þe carle þer-aft{er}, 30282|Þurȝ þe carle on þe carle þere vche a carle vchende, 30282|For þer alle alle þat blynde at þe ai{n}g a carle þer-aft{er}. 30282|Þe{n}ne a rok of rou{m}borrye ran to þe rog, 30282|Þe roker of þe rok he watȝ al þere þe ryȝtes, 30282|Wyth þer on a rou{m}bre & on a rou{m}ble boþe, 30282|& a mou{n}tes þat þay moȝt þer on a mydeler, 30282|& makkes o{n} þe mou{n}te on mony a mote. 30282|Þe{n}ne watȝ þe mo þat makyde mowe his bote, 30282|for alle þe day wer þe þryȝt & þe waytes gayned; 30282|and his father and mother.] 30282|Rou{m}borly fyrre, þer-where i{n} þe ryȝt he goȝed, 30282|W{i}t{h} his wakenande wych ful fayre & fer, 30282|As for his myry mydde þat he mydde his mayden ay ronken, 30282|& watȝ alle þyse a ma{n}ne as mydthayred hym by nayre; 30282|Þe{n}ner-on þer-lefa� ======================================== SAMPLE 39350 ======================================== 24199|_"Here was he on the left, and on the right,"--_M. A. 24199|Here is a poem so good he could not write it himself; it is 24199|Punishment is the crown of the wicked; 24199|They have all sinned, and are doomed to bleed; 24199|Heaven is a gage with which they must cower; 24199|But _he_, the righteous sinner, never quailed. 24199|_"O, I am sorry you take pain, 24199|And wish that you had a little better luck; 24199|If so, I pray you think how much you _can_ win, 24199|And do not scold your sorrow away."--_F.L._ 24199|_"In truth, I am sorry I was not made when I came; 24199|'Twas a very foolish, foolish thing; 24199|And now, though it _will_ happen some day, 24199|I'll think very kindly, and never say _no_."-- 24199|_"And do not mind my sorrow; I'll let _it_ be, 24199|Or else I'll _never_ tell; I'll _never_ say_."_ 24199|The Lord help you, so good, so good, so good; 24199|You're never _taken_, you don't care when you're _killed_. 24199|So do not think that I _cannot eat_, 24199|I think that I'm allowed to _eat_. 24199|My soul it is _too_ good for all things here, 24199|For though I _had_ more, I _have not_ a little less, 24199|And, when I _eat_, there's comfort to be had, 24199|Like _sparks_ before an _eat_. 24199|I never will be sorry that I'm not _made_, 24199|Or _eat_, or _drink_, for God would have it so; 24199|But, _I'd_ rather not, so _don't_, go _singin'_ by, 24199|Nor _kill_ for _lives_; but I _couldn't_ do _that_. 24199|I don't think it's pleasant my sins to confess; 24199|And yet my sins are pleasant; and my tears are scarce; 24199|And still it is tiresome, but as I'm _kind_, 24199|To be _wished_ for, and feared, and cursed with pains. 24199|_In truth,_ says he, _I'm sorry that I could die; 24199|I think what God meant when He said _I deserve it all_, 24199|Is still the Bible, or at least not bad; 24199|And _so_ to _give them all _themselves_ a _bonus_. 24199|My soul it is in the _gods_, so _kind!_ 24199|I do not know where to put it now, 24199|For _your_ sins and mine are alike to _give_, 24199|And _you_'ve _found_ a _perfect_ merit in both. 24199|I'm _wicked_; but what a beautiful _wound_! 24199|If I had _nothing_ better to do, 24199|I should rather not do it, I fear, 24199|Than to _live a wickedly aught_, sir. 24199|Yet this _is_ the most excellent thing, 24199|The _best_ thing to _die_ and _to live with_; 24199|That _my_ sins should come to _our_ forgiveness: 24199|This is the blessing I _do not_ want, 24199|For I _would_ be _dead_ _before_ the cross; 24199|This is the blessing I _would_ want _with_, 24199|And would gladly have _your_ _most_ for _you_. 24199|O that I could die before my time! 24199|Or e'en before the last are born, sir, 24199|Or e'en before they _die_ at all; 24199|Or let me _die_ before I see _your_ life, sir, 24199|Or e'en before I reach that _end_, sir. 24199|O that I could die before I know 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 39360 ======================================== 3628|And never one of these in a million or so? 3628|"Oh, no," I whispered, "no one yet; 3628|I'm sorry, dear old dear," 3628|"What do you mean?" I stammered out. 3628|"Look here, my darling; 3628|I'll be careful." 3628|"Oh, no, I won't. I'll take care." 3628|"Now, now, little kid, 3628|I must not get caught 3628|In places; you are quite safe." 3628|I told her I'd taken the road 3628|(No matter how wild); 3628|I told her what I had heard at night 3628|In the great woods of home. 3628|She never knew; she was so true; 3628|She never cared. 3628|I took her, I said, "Take it care of you; 3628|My dear, I will!" 3628|She answered in her wailing tone, 3628|"No, sir, I won't!" 3628|"Oh, yes, sir, you will. Take him home, 3628|My babe." 3628|I took him and put him down beside me, 3628|His little hand in mine; 3628|I took my boyish smile and kissed him, 3628|And so I did. 3628|The world of him is not my care. 3628|I loved him so. 3628|I do not care now, I would not care, 3628|Though he be dead. 3628|I'll sit with him in silence, with him 3628|I'll pray, 3628|And think how I may find peace for all 3628|Who cannot see. 3628|"Oh, no," I sobbed, "yes I'll." 3628|But just as I broke and ran away, 3628|Down I and fell and cried. 3628|I woke up with my boy's face in my hands 3628|For all the rest I'd had. 3628|I've been through death, and learned how good men 3628|Can bear a pain, 3628|And know how good the people who take 3628|They let you go. 3628|And how the people who let you die 3628|Must face this, no matter what they may allege: 3628|That you cannot say, 3628|"My dear, I'm sorry, sir, I did it, 3628|I--can't!" 3628|It is a wrong your mother-in-law 3628|Has always known. 3628|And she was here, she was there, 3628|My boy. 3628|She knew as I knew, and she did not care; 3628|Yes, she's dead. 3628|The sky was overcast, and I was afraid 3628|To leave him, 3628|And I tried to think of the path he had taken, 3628|And the trees. 3628|I never should have passed 3628|The door at the end of the day. 3628|And I never shall know again 3628|That he was scared. 3628|It is a wrong your mother-in-law 3628|Has known. 3628|And her hands are wet. 3628|It is a wrong she does not know! 3628|It is my fault. 3628|And she does not know how much it is wrong 3628|To think and pray 3628|And think and pray and think for my child. 3628|I thought and pray and pray to him, 3628|She let me. 3628|I think he is safe behind a stone; 3628|I am the master of my fate, 3628|I am the priest of him; 3628|And if I should pass the door 3628|As he passed mine, 3628|He knows where to find my boy, 3628|He knows where to find him. 3628|Yes, he knows where to find him. 3628|There's a door in the old hall, 3628|There's a door to my son. 3628|I will knock with my living one 3628|And put this trembling to shame, 3628|And he will answer, 3628|And lift me from my knees, 3628|And tell me his sins are ======================================== SAMPLE 39370 ======================================== 5185|To his sister, Lemminkainen; 5185|To the hostess of Pohyola, 5185|Spake these words of power and prediction: 5185|"Surely thou wilt give me gold, 5185|Whence a thousand ta-ra-gís 5185|Can I buy for a single crown 5185|From the daughter of Tuoni, 5185|When thou comest to Mana, 5185|In the land of Wave-fields, 5185|Of the fireside of Tuoni, 5185|In the kingdom of Manala." 5185|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5185|Bade her hostess give ear to him; 5185|He fulfilled his word with willing hand, 5185|Fulfilment meet in time of need; 5185|Three times o'er he placed the money, 5185|As above thou seest the silver, 5185|Two times o'er the gold he placed it, 5185|Three times o'er the pone of copper. 5185|Then the hostess of the Northland, 5185|Golden moon, gave light and guidance 5185|To the eyes of Louhi's daughter; 5185|But the daughter of the deserted, 5185|Mana, daughter of the darkness, 5185|Notify'd her that her days were ended, 5185|That she must either journey 5185|To the cave of Tuonela, 5185|Must reside there, her refuge, 5185|Must forever pine for Lemminkainen, 5185|Must perish thus of despairful hunger, 5185|Lay an egg for the kindly Lemminkainen, 5185|Not a hero has the strength, 5185|Strength to lay her lay a-neckle, 5185|Fully a hundred folds beneath it, 5185|From her gown of crimson color, 5185|From her shining golden pinings; 5185|Not a hero with the bowyer, 5185|With the hunter brave and mighty, 5185|Can the cruel Pearl-King kill; 5185|Not a hero with the knife, 5185|Can the ruthless flesh of assassin 5185|Can wound the aged wife of Tuoni, 5185|In the kingdom of Manala." 5185|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5185|"Time will fly, I know not when, 5185|I will find this aged wife, 5185|Fetch the aged wife of Tuoni, 5185|Find the wife of Manala; 5185|I shall draw a knife and kill her, 5185|Tear her body to thousands of fragments, 5185|Kill the aged wife of Tuoni." 5185|Lemminkainen, careful magician, 5185|Deftly peeled the pap of copper, 5185|Quickly cut a piece from top to bottom, 5185|Drank the hot and spicy sauce, 5185|Ere the time for eating had come. 5185|Then the spinner shaped the handle 5185|Of the knife in many colors, 5185|In the finest wax of copper; 5185|Loud the handle on the handle 5185|Sang through all the narrow house-roofs. 5185|Spake the reckless Lemminkainen, 5185|Laid the handle on the dining-knife, 5185|In his magic canoe stayed it, 5185|Took the handle from the time of feeding, 5185|Hastened backward to the stable, 5185|Threw the handle in the water, 5185|Where the water-dragon feed their young ones. 5185|Straightway boatman ashore the knife. 5185|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen: 5185|"We have well the booth in Northland, 5185|We have won the instruments for playing, 5185|Well-made are our poles and fish-net ends, 5185|Water-weapons may be purchased, 5185|Therefore would I gladly trade me 5185|For the tools of Lemminkainen." 5185|Thereupon the young man took the knife, 5185|Quick to cut the cords of fishing-cloth, 5185|Quick to carve the boat for Pohyal, 5185|Quick to carve the fishing- ======================================== SAMPLE 39380 ======================================== 1322|(But with a spirit that could not endure the presence of mere human 1322|And these are the things I want, my dear young friend. 1322|The light has come, and the daylight, and the air is serenely 1322|(But with a spirit that could not endure the presence of mere 1322|And so at this late hour the soul, my pretty girl, is at peace 1322|I cannot but be led by these things, my old comrade, 1322|(But with a spirit that could not endure the presence of mere 1322|And yet I do not believe they are the things most worthy of my 1322|desire. 1322|So let them all be dreams, that the day may arise to meet the 1322|And it has come to pass that the last, and the best, of my 1322|dreams has risen for me to-day in the morning. 1322|How many dreamers were there in the Orient, how many dreamers of 1322|themselves, 1322|(But the spirit that could not endure the presence of mere human 1322|It matters little, friend, what people say of them or me, 1322|we have no right to be puzzled or puzzled, what matter how much 1322|The man who has entered Paradise must live with his Lady 1322|Towards the hour when the dawn is at morning, 1322|The moment that the soul is first awakened 1322|By a light that is not of the earth, 1322|Then, that no life is left in the heart of man, 1322|When the man is over-tense, how full the mystery of death, what 1322|passeth away! 1322|He cannot stay long behind, he cannot wait to be brought to the 1322|heavens, 1322|He cannot wait long for a moment, he cannot abide the moment, he 1322|must come the moment. 1322|When the soul shall stand alone at last, 1322|When the soul has conquered death, 1322|Then must that soul be made Man, 1322|The soul, that comes from behind death, is Man, 1322|The man that comes comes from behind death, 1322|He must take the part that a young man once took, 1322|He must win the position that man once won, 1322|He must bear the reins of a man that he has never yet, 1322|He must take the part that a young man once took, 1322|He must have his place in the human race-- 1322|The young man only took it, no doubt, 1322|The young man never yet took it. 1322|We are not quite right, nor quite left in our ways, nor quite 1322|wrong, 1322|We are not very good as men, we are not very brute as beasts, 1322|We are not always right when we are most free, we are not always 1322|wisest. 1322|The most powerful man I ever yet saw was the beast that made 1322|him, 1322|We have done all we can, we have dared all we can, 1322|What is left us now? 1322|The greatest man of us all is the old man that never bore, 1322|(As he was the greatest man of them all,) 1322|The finest man is the old man with his head so full of wisdom, 1322|The most free man, and the greatest, are the old men you ever saw 1322|in your time. 1322|We are not just men at all, we are not mere men of flesh and blood, 1322|we are free men, free wenches, he-wolves, a-sons of a man, 1322|The man is a man once more, 1322|The man stands on his own feet, he takes his hands off of him, 1322|He takes off his old clothes, he throws away his old shame, old 1322|conceit, 1322|He throws away the old man-poles, old-fashioned, 1322|He is not all that is right, he is not good enough, he is no 1322|greater than he used to be. 1322|It is no sin to be a man, to act and think just as you 1322|do, 1322|To sit the life out without whining, to sit the life out in 1322|peace, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 39390 ======================================== 30332|A king to be beloved; yet some think 30332|I would have gone to him, and found him dead; 30332|Nay, some would have done with him, and been 30332|Unkind to me--if I had been young and green 30332|When this unhappy strife began, not old. 30332|Ah, well, I know the world goes ill with men 30332|Who know not when 'tis time for going home." 30332|"And what say'st thou? say, is it not meet 30332|(For men still look upon the death they see) 30332|To die with all men ere they find out life? 30332|So, in such wise dost seek to make the wise 30332|Confess their folly, or to make their shame? 30332|But know that I was once a young man too, 30332|And took to weeping when the eyes I turned 30332|Upon the end of many griefs and woe, 30332|Because I knew my joy lay hid in womankind. 30332|"But now come, O dear my love, and let us, 30332|This night, at times be talking in the wood, 30332|And hear the tale which many men have told 30332|Amongst the wild-flowers; how on one hand 30332|I felt for many that loved me ill, 30332|And on the other, for many that loved. 30332|If all who loved me should know this, my tale 30332|Would tell a tale which is not worth the hearing; 30332|Or, if at all it may be doubted right, 30332|It might be known in truth the night I died 30332|Was as the night I first took love for thee. 30332|"And well may'st thou confess these things unto me, 30332|Seeing as now I am thy knight, thou know'st, 30332|How in the world they were not seen by thee, 30332|To set thine hand above my shoulders bare." 30332|"Nay, do not speak so much," he said at last, 30332|"And let them live ere we go back to bed. 30332|But say the worst of what I have to say, 30332|That I would have God speak through that dust 30332|Before we go that way, and to this end 30332|May he, my love, be called at any cost. 30332|"To-morrow may my love be dead indeed, 30332|And I to-morrow take my death-bed: 30332|What, will God leave me to that pain, or set 30332|A fairer death-bed for my love of thee? 30332|Then let me sit in that king's palace here 30332|Until the last fading of the sun." 30332|Then from the tree she took an alder-wreath, 30332|And laid it on his head, and kissed him so, 30332|And next in silence they passed into the house, 30332|And when again they into the hall drew near, 30332|The stranger-knight that day therein espied 30332|The strange strange things the chamber's door had wrought, 30332|And came therefrom unto them; and, what he found, 30332|He showed them to the queen that night, and said, 30332|"This is the hall wherein I found this work, 30332|And I have found, O Queen, a thing in sight 30332|That thou wilt let me tell to thee in due, 30332|That thou shalt hear aye long of it in all, 30332|And this first thing of all, that he was true 30332|Who set it there, for thou shalt love it well, 30332|And that will make thee a loving queen, I ween. 30332|"And I in secret hope thy love, my Queen, 30332|But know, my love, as men say, that it may do 30332|No good that may be told in any land 30332|Unto men's hearts in other lands than thine, 30332|Although they waken true women as they may, 30332|And lie in all the world, for they love right well." 30332|Therewith she took the alder-wreath from him, 30332|And on that night she prayed God to set it there 30332|Upon the king's head, as one ======================================== SAMPLE 39400 ======================================== 4272|"There shall I dwell in peace" - 4272|How oft, 4272|How oft shall I have loved 4272|I do not know; 4272|But I will dwell in peace, for now 4272|I know 4272|No more shall it avail 4272|That one to win 4272|Some promise--such as once was given, 4272|Or that which was offered in his youth. 4272|What shall, and what may yet avail, 4272|I ask not now: 4272|But, ever dwelling in his sight, 4272|In every thought 4272|Still shall my thoughts rejoice alway. 4272|All things he loves--love him-- 4272|Away from me: 4272|The bright-eyed morn of love, 4272|The golden noon of love, 4272|The silver midnight hour, 4272|He loves the best: 4272|And he shall love, as I 4272|Will love, till the dawn of time. 4272|I will not tell him how it shall be, 4272|But leave to him to find it his: 4272|His heart within him shall be true, 4272|In all, or he shall not. 4272|He shall not be in fear to feel 4272|The coldness of old days again. 4272|How often, how oft hath he lied, 4272|With heart untaught to doubt, 4272|And to thy secret soul told plain 4272|That God is love! 4272|In other days, how often stood 4272|The old, wise gods about thy feet 4272|While, like some thunder-stricken tree, 4272|The tempest of the mind did play: 4272|They brought thee to thy heart's content, 4272|They taught thee how to wait thy will; 4272|They taught thee how man's feeble soul 4272|Was fit for Paradise to fill; 4272|And they were sent by God at first 4272|As thy heralds of reward. 4272|But how to fly in faith, or make 4272|The gift of God thy due reward, 4272|Where none but God shall see thee fall 4272|'Scaped from the sea of life's confusion, 4272|By that true wisdom which the skies 4272|Arose from,--when we see God are 4272|The true, only rich reward! 4272|To seek thou, every moment blind, 4272|God would be heavenward; and he, 4272|The witness of his might, might bear 4272|His light upon thy spirit's breast, 4272|Till then it was obscured; 4272|Or as an altar-light could glow 4272|To light thy way from Night's grey shade, 4272|By watching God in each man's eye 4272|With all a man's being's light. 4272|O holy Lord, let thy rod descend 4272|In fullness on our willing breast 4272|As on our altar-planks the fire, 4272|And in our blood the grace of Heaven; 4272|And then thy promise do fulfill, 4272|The one most dear, the one most great, 4272|While light is on our pilgrim brow: 4272|Lift us to seek, ere this life end, 4272|The hidden things God sees below, 4272|The lost ones of this boundless sky, 4272|Who walk not, wandering yet on pain, 4272|But watch by angels' feet. 4272|We read a vision in each breath 4272|That leaves us from life: 'twill give us all 4272|The strength of loving, and shall save 4272|Our souls from death's dull misery, 4272|If we but know how to adore. 4272|'Tis here the hearts of all should rest, 4272|'Tis here of all hearts sweetest make - 4272|The soul's calm ease, so oft made vain 4272|By life's restless passion-fires. 4272|The very words of Love's fond command 4272|From our first-summoning angel fall, 4272|As on his own tongue they arise. 4272|But here, when with the love of truth 4272|We first meet, 'twill have a sound as shrill 4272|As ======================================== SAMPLE 39410 ======================================== 1852|He could not think it. He seemed in so short a time to 1852|These two, to whom, as he said, he was sorry to say 1852|That his new friend had no place in his life 1852|Now to find him so much missed. 1852|One of the two 1852|(With the first smile that ever did cross his dark gray eyeball 1852|Being the first smile of his dark gray friend) 1852|Sang in his own way, with the air, dearest, most 1852|Dulcinea! "Your eyes and your heart, with the hand of a mother 1852|And the heart of a lover, are dearest to me. 1852|But all else is dear 1852|(There's something of which you are so deeply bereft, to 1852|I have not the smallest notion, but you may infer 1852|That I know something, or think I know something, of your 1852|For the years since that day I--dough! I am sorry. 1852|But, if you come with me to my old house in the forest. 1852|And after the evening, on some lovely day, 1852|When we both have alone to ourselves more or less alone, 1852|Though perhaps you will wish perhaps, if aught of harm 1852|Remains, to take one at last in our hands, and hold him 1852|As you hold a young soul. Perhaps, my dear Dulcinea, 1852|We may go to the forest together. 1852|Nay, I have some small idea 1852|Of what must be the state of one's own heart to him 1852|Who, like you, has been made prisoner both by love, 1852|And by fate. The very truth is, my dear Dulcinea, 1852|Your heart is broken, as I see. 'T was not what you gave, 1852|When last you were broken. Perhaps you think it was. 1852|But I see, and I feel, that I know nothing of you; 1852|And I own it, Dulcinea, as you will easily 1852|In due time. Do but say, Dulcinea, my dear Dulcinea, 1852|I have felt pain. I do feel you. It would not be right, 1852|Had I told you the truth, that I now should be lying 1852|And not feel. You must be wrong. Alas! it is late!" 1852|"Farewell, my friend, my friend! Farewell, all the more honour!" 1852|With both hands he flung her off. "Yet it may be to you 1852|That I owe an apology. A very large sum 1852|Is due from the Countess of Twisi. I beg your leave, 1852|Now, then, to go with your compliments to him." 1852|Her speech was interrupted by one who, coming behind, 1852|Came up, with a sigh, and a trembling hand; for, hearing 1852|The speech, she had felt the red pulse and bloodshot eyes 1852|Frequented, as if it had been the last on earth 1852|That her heart could satisfy. The Lady Dulcinea 1852|Suffered, however, from her weakness to offer much 1852|In payment. 1852|"Your honour!" 1852|She replied, gravely, "is much in my power. You have said, 1852|Well, then--what is it?" 1852|"Well, listen," said he. 1852|"You are late, Dulcinea. Why dares I to-night return?" 1852|"You have asked that of the young lady, the Countess 1852|Of Twisi. She has come back to her country; that is it. 1852|She hopes, when she sees me, you will be as kind as 1852|We were a moment ago!" 1852|"Ah, stop! 1852|How could I forget?" the Lady Dulcinea was sobbing, 1852|As she answered the voice that was lingering behind. 1852|"To-night, my good man, in your chambers are the remains 1852|Of two days' discourse with Lady Twisi, in which you 1852|Did with great warmth shew affection. I must have a 1852 ======================================== SAMPLE 39420 ======================================== 22374|"There is no time to go, for I must finish it," 22374|Said a good stout man, in spite of all he could say. 22374|When we started to play at the Rattle, it was "Gee-wink-wink" 22374|But our luck never did quite carry us along. 22374|"Woolwich Squash-sticks and Warfinger-grass, 22374|Warfinger-grass and the Squash, 22374|Woolwich Squash-sticks and Warfinger-spar, 22374|Warfinger-spar and the Wool: 22374|There's a cricket at Wicks End, 22374|and we won the match by nine." 22374|"But a cricket sounds fine to me, 22374|and we lost the match by fifty." 22374|"And our cricket sounds good to smell, 22374|and the smell is very nice." 22374|We played the Mat-fool-over, and it was a "fiddle-faddle" 22374|For the very last thing on earth we played was the "fetch-fetch." 22374|And I told him we'd take him and his dog home, 22374|and I set him up a fence for them to live in, 22374|and I gave him a pennyworth of yarn to spin, 22374|while his old dog ran home with his fur tooth. 22374|"Gee-wink, wee, dear!" was his only moan, 22374|As he came in after us with his fur tooth. 22374|"Yes, sir, he's in the garden, but he won't return to-night." 22374|Then I said "A little talk with him will mend him, 22374|We took tea with him, and he let us look at the dishes. 22374|We had a great deal to eat and drink, 22374|and his clothes were very filthy. 22374|"Oh, did you bring the cook some "fetch-fetch" 22374|with you, good sir, to entertain him? 22374|"We brought him a dish of _gowd_ and _pigeon_ eggs, 22374|and a _pudding-soup_ with the best of cream, 22374|But he was no good at feeding a gentleman 22374|I made a big talk with him and he shook his head and sighed. 22374|They've all gone to London, 22374|It's a very long distance, 22374|It's ten long miles; 22374|It's fifty years: 22374|He's in London 22374|And my little son, 22374|He's four! 22374|But the people in London 22374|Are very nice, 22374|You are very much welcome to stay with us, 22374|And to hear the music of the harps and singers in the palace halls! 22374|There is a garden green, 22374|Bright as any flower, 22374|Where the trees on every hand 22374|Sit and watch the sun, 22374|Buttercups and daisies-- 22374|I cannot say which-- 22374|And there's the Apple Tree, 22374|With its fairy tulips, 22374|And all the pretty wild roses 22374|In huge rows; 22374|And where the grass is very shaven 22374|Like the hair on my head, 22374|There the gold-eyed daisy runs, 22374|With a human solace in its sunny hair! 22374|There the wild pumpkins blow, 22374|And the sheep and goats go by, 22374|And there the meadow flowers are laden 22374|With dewdrops, and de jocund May-- 22374|I cannot say which! 22374|And there's the little meadow 22374|With its grass so smooth and bright; 22374|And all the little sheep and goats 22374|Go by to sport and play; 22374|And there the milch cows repose 22374|When the day is done, 22374|And the blue-bells peal their bells; 22374|And the wild cows howl their sound 22374|Through the woodshaws shrill. 22374|And there the sheep and cows 22374|Sit in the grassy mead 22374|To their milking, where they graze ======================================== SAMPLE 39430 ======================================== 2428|"When, so my fortune may, I'll let it run"? 2428|"If thou hast the force of force and heat, 2428|Hence, from thyself I curse the hour"-- 2428|"So Fate will have it, as it is"-- 2428|So let us chide like little children; 2428|Let us, like little children, jeer. 2428|When one is dying I ask not what he will do, 2428|But let him rest secure, and that is enough for me; 2428|I cannot care what fortune to-morrow brings, 2428|Since life to me is nothing but a great deal of pain. 2428|The man whose lot it is to see his trust repaid 2428|By his own doing, thinks of nothing else but death; 2428|The wretch who leaves his treasure so far to chance, 2428|Nor looks for more from chance than he has taken still; 2428|And has no care for what the next lucky day may bring, 2428|But only lives to bask in th' assured joy of gain. 2428|If Fortune smile as smiles the angel in my story, 2428|I bless the hand that can put her out of her game. 2428|If Fortune frown and frown, and shake her crown in his displeasure, 2428|I am content that Fortune shall still make us poor. 2428|From poor beyond the ability, I beg to differ; 2428|And while Fate still makes us poor, I thank thee, friend, 2428|Thy heart is as free to give as my own heart to take: 2428|For, if that heart were to grow richer by half a score, 2428|If less on earth the loss of thy friend, my friend, were worth, 2428|I might live to wish it not, though by Heaven's command. 2428|O friend, you must lose, nor yet despond,--yet you will not; 2428|You may be toil-worn, but you'll not despond again. 2428|If, by misfortune, Fortune gives the beggar to gain, 2428|Not knowing that she gives, being yet so easy to gain: 2428|If she should find, without thy prompting or a jot, 2428|That she has taken the thing she meant for the worse to do, 2428|If she should find it was not her intent, yet kind, to lose, 2428|Then she had been better--she certainly had been less. 2428|This is the reason, friend, that she must needs decay. 2428|Though fortune, for three hours in an afternoon, give no aid, 2428|Yet she is still a blessing, till she takes her own way. 2428|Though Fortune seems the cause, yet she must still appear, 2428|If she has no meaning not named in the track she pursues. 2428|What can a man live on but cares and distress, 2428|The curse of an ever-devouring mind? 2428|A woman, when once on a throne or a shelf, 2428|Makes an equal or sudden monarch seem: 2428|She's like an aged monarch who has been dead 2428|A hundred years and more, and is no more. 2428|A woman is more than a garment or vest, 2428|Her life is her dress, and her dress is her heart; 2428|She makes a good lord of her own estate, 2428|And gives her heart to the good and the bad of her clan: 2428|What cares she or what she may chance to offend? 2428|Wealth, birth, age, they make none unequal to her. 2428|Though she have been good, not of her own accord, 2428|She fills the empty place, as if she were there already. 2428|Yet let us not, when she cometh upon us, 2428|Forget or disown the blessings that she brings; 2428|Let's bow down humbly before her as one 2428|Who has known and obeyed her sovereign rule; 2428|'Tis the great thing to do, and the great shame 2428|To be absent for her, and to wait for her still. 2428|Thus women, as a flower, flower-like, becomes 2428|And fills up a space, or a pith, or a space, 2428|Then like a spool they slip into a place, 2428|And ======================================== SAMPLE 39440 ======================================== 15370|"Wants the ball?" said a man who 15370|Was playing in the street. 15370|A boy answered "Yes" or something 15370|Too much in his own way,-- 15370|"I wants [the ball] and why not I?" 15370|In spite of his sense of right, 15370|They had to take it away. 15370|"Is it just this rain," said a girl, 15370|"In this damp, gloomy shroud?" 15370|"Yes, but it doesn't hurt you, dear-- 15370|It is only in a shroud." 15370|"Why, what did you tell me that was 15370|You said I had to take it?" 15370|"Oh, I said I'll go down the stream, 15370|And there I saw some ducks." 15370|"Was it in the wind, was it in the wave? 15370|Or was it only in the air?" 15370|"Only in the air it hurt you so; 15370|It will not come off in rain." 15370|"Oh, come with me now, I'm sure it feels 15370|Very bad to be so cold." 15370|"I'll put your hat on, I will not take, 15370|I will not doff my cloak. 15370|It isn't like your coat--I don't think 15370|You would put on your cloak in rain." 15370|"I'm aye the coat won't come off, now, 15370|I'll go without my cloak, 15370|No coat to please myself will it please, 15370|And why?" asked a boy on the shore; 15370|"That's a very good boy, 15370|You're a young fellow, don't know it's wrong, 15370|So come, bring me my clothes." 15370|"Is it cold?" asked a boy, "is it cold?" 15370|Again the rain fell, 15370|And yet again the water grew white, 15370|The river bed was hard. 15370|The boy said "I don't know," 15370|His face with cold grew white, his voice 15370|Was so hard and cold-- 15370|The boy stood on his head in vain, 15370|The river turned all red. 15370|The water got so very cold 15370|The boy said "you cannot stand on it 15370|While you are a young boy." 15370|Then down he sank by his side, 15370|And died there in the ice and rime 15370|The river soon was changed to wine. 15370|The boy did not die cold, 15370|He laughed to laugh, in jest, so cold, 15370|And said, "That is why." 15370|"I never saw a man," the boy said, 15370|"I never saw a man, 15370|But he's so tall that I know him well-- 15370|That's why!" 15370|Then down he sunk in the water-- 15370|"Come on, come on! 15370|Don't sink! don't sink! do _not_ sink!" 15370|The schoolhouse is full of the throng 15370|Of children, going to school there: 15370|The windows are all over with "Huzza!" 15370|The children run here and there about, 15370|But everywhere they see a man. 15370|Every day the bell is rung 15370|To summon the children to school; 15370|Each little boy and maiden too, 15370|With a long, white, red cheek-let, 15370|Takes out of its pocket its "Bread"-- 15370|"Bread" for breakfast on the hill-- 15370|It is better for us at home 15370|Than any little toy, they say. 15370|Then, the day before the bell is rung, 15370|They go down on the "Tug" together-- 15370|Tugging at the "Squash-o'-Loft," 15370|Each in a white frock peplum-- 15370|Each with a long, red, cheek-let-- 15370|Each one "Bread" to eat, my child. 15370|All the morning, the children do. 15370|While they're waking, the sun shines warm, 15 ======================================== SAMPLE 39450 ======================================== 17393|They could have been a lot of things; 17393|Could have been great women, could have been men, 17393|Could have been rich men, could have been beggars too-- 17393|But in the world I do not think the man 17393|Himself could be made to feel so much pain and care. 17393|What are all these men, all these young men, 17393|Those proud young men, that the world's walled round with the 17393|bigest of all walls, against the love and 17393|kindliness of the young women with their 17393|sweet kindliness of young men--they all make up 17393|shamefully against love and pain. 17393|So all these young men, young women, 17393|All women, all beggars too, against each other 17393|make up--ah, it makes me laugh to think of it-- 17393|against each other. 17393|Ah, but it is enough to go through all this 17393|however, for it is to some that I belong. 17393|I am only a little fellow of three years old, 17393|And all the wise men's eyes I do not see. 17393|O God, let me go down to the streets, 17393|And shake the wise old fellow of his prate. 17393|I know what the wise men say, and they're very high-- 17393|I say, don't you know? 17393|To them I am like the flowers, and what they say to me 17393|All sorts of things: the flower will never speak; 17393|The flowers are always so wise they cannot say no, 17393|And so they do not take things too far. 17393|Ah, no? 17393|I can think of no good thing to say to them, but to say: 17393|"I am a baby, and what do you think of it all? 17393|Why, you fools, you take it all so seriously; 17393|And what is the matter with you that your babies make you mad? 17393|For, first and foremost, I do not believe in God; 17393|And, if you don't believe in God, why have the babies?" 17393|You think, ah, think you? 17393|I will tell you what you think: what is God, anyway? 17393|It is the mind of the godlike person who made him, 17393|And that is the mind of a child, too, who was made by him. 17393|Look at the stars, and the little moon in the sky; 17393|Is the world as it ought to be? 17393|And do you believe in God? 17393|O Lord of life and light, that all may have their being, 17393|For the good of the world and for us all the more, 17393|That we, poor children, may look on each other in gladness, 17393|And know that there's other people worth our knowing: 17393|Who laugh at our foolishness, who help us to enjoy ourselves, 17393|And love and pity and cherish and cherish. 17393|Oh, there's me your father always, 17393|The most beautiful you ever saw! 17393|Look at him from the window, 17393|Beside the crystal moonlight; 17393|He's smiling at you tenderly; 17393|He says: "Dear, I'm the old-time kind of fellow, 17393|Who takes a little man into his heart, 17393|But he is so much larger than the kind old fellow 17393|That I mustn't be used to him at all. 17393|"For, come what may, that is only my trade, 17393|Don't send me out on the highway now; 17393|I can't go up and down without turning my back, 17393|For I am so strong and tall, and there is no man 17393|But could shake me off if he tried. 17393|"And I am not the sort of creature, you know, 17393|Who would want to go down to the devil, 17393|But if you think I'm not worthy of to go down 17393|You mustn't put up with it. 17393|"I'm not the sort of young fellow to complain 17393|When a pretty woman gets angry at me. 17393|So I'm not, ======================================== SAMPLE 39460 ======================================== 1383|So, all the day he wrought, and sought and found. 1383|Thus from the life he sought and found and wrought, 1383|He turned him to the life. His life was wrought 1383|Of the first part; and he saw it wound. 1383|Thenceforth, his life at length, ere he grew blind, 1383|Forthward, out of the body, it did swing. 1383|So aye a king and ever so a fool, 1383|He sought and found his life a balm for strife. 1383|Henceforth, with love, for love, his life might sway, 1383|'Gainst evil, gainsaid, gainsaid o'er and o'er. 1383|So the life with love and strife from youth begun, 1383|Till life to death, to death the love was spent. 1383|O life to death so fair! O death to life! 1383|Who saw this life of strife and love o'erthrown? 1383|The child, the man, the lover; and the wise, 1383|Pale in the light, in wit in depth of age: 1383|And one by one gone, and never gone before; 1383|They came into the tale. Each came with tale 1383|Familiar, strange, obscure: but all the time 1383|Through the life's darkness the light seemed fair. 1383|The child, the man, the loved; the wise, afar, 1383|In thought of love, in thought of love beyond; 1383|They came to view him by the brook-side; they came. 1383|The child's thought of love was light, that light was free. 1383|The man, the lover; and they walked, as they walked, 1383|The brook, and a bird. The bird had wings; 1383|The lover's thought of love was tender, free, 1383|As an unclouded joy from any source: 1383|The bird's mind of love; the lover's mind the same 1383|So in the life the lover came to death. 1383|So this life passed, thus was man known to earth. 1383|No longer did this life be loved, and still 1383|The world is loved, and lived, and lived in vain. 1383|The life of death is love; the death of love. 1383|No longer saw the world and all its good, 1383|Now this life had passed, and this was known. 1383|All this to him seemed nought, naught was his end, 1383|Naught was it worth: as birds and birds on air, 1383|So he grew silent and had died in peace. 1383|With lips that mouthed not, and eyes that saw 1383|Not who should come, and arms that carried strong, 1383|With hands on stone unconquerable, and breath 1383|Unquenched by death: and he was dead. 1383|Here at his call the King of men abode, 1383|And his life's work was fulfilled, as all good kings. 1383|For he had seen, and heard and blessed, the truth. 1383|All his life he wrought, and all his life to come. 1383|How was it that he lived, that he was so? 1383|Who knows, mayhap, what God may give or withhold? 1383|But he lived, he served: and now lay he to rest. 1383|The king is dead. To him were known the ends; 1383|Men looked upon him, and called him to the throne: 1383|They who willed that his hand should slay the sheep, 1383|And feed the fields: he fed the sheep on bread 1383|Wheat-white, enriched by tears upon the ground; 1383|And the first words to greet him were the tearful cry. 1383|He is our King, and we shall know of him. 1383|He who is King is loved, but we, but we 1383|Shall know of him as God and sire, and be 1383|As brethren, and call him brother, and obey 1383|His voice in every thing, until the last 1383|In the last hour of the world's heart-throb that yearned: 1383|When the last cry of hunger ======================================== SAMPLE 39470 ======================================== 1008|Which on the side of Sion bears, I saw, 1008|As it were wave-worn, lo! a company 1008|Of spirits, warring in the shape of trees. 1008|Soon as they view'd me, they accordingly 1008|Ordain'd their limbs the downward branches down, 1008|And climbing, to the ground. This last took up 1008|The arch of a great pylon, ta'en from ship 1008|Whose rigging he had sever'd. Thus they plann'd 1008|Their gallup stunts, and showed their martial prowess. 1008|A space, and then call'd in their aid two faits 1008|Made of the beams of two tall window-sills, 1008|Wherein two people merrily did dance, 1008|And sang motes along the floor; and these 1008|Ent'ring, closed the grove, and render'd still 1008|Ev'n to the middle , and ev'n to the top. 1008|Mine eyes so seeking, soon resuming, gain 1008|A still intently, and a deeper shade 1008|Hold, as methinks, the living roof; so grew 1008|My sight direct against the sparkling lights, 1008|When men of angry aspect from the gate 1008|Descended, under the dread mandates 1008|Of the red dragon. With fixed eyes 1008|They beheld I stood; yet nothing saw I there. 1008|Ere to the middle I had turn'd, and view'd 1008|The spirit in my sight already spoken, 1008|Whose visage did express most severe rage, 1008|I saw the word, "Here I am, and here I rue it!" 1008|That bore against the tile. "And here I am tormented, 1008|Therefore sue, if you can, for compassion." 1008|The ruler of the spirit cries: "And woe is me! 1008|What should I more? I am Osteus wild 1008|And moulded alike out of both. Let him win 1008|Whose words I hear; that he may know I heard him not." 1008|I thus: "His shade thou art, and holdest he true form, 1008|So far as he may lend us." I did not mark, 1008|While I did look, that any part of me 1008|Exchanged with the spirit, that I fear'd lest worse 1008|Than misery I might betide me. He toward me 1008|Extended his right hand, and shouted, "See there 1008|How ferly grazed thy toe in thine affray." 1008|I did not answer, and to me he said: "Go on." 1008|But me he beckon'd; and this of mine admonishment 1008|Heard desiring, I perforce must speak; whereon 1008|He to keep his peace. "Are those two nymphs beauteous, 1008|Who in their gait and figure exactly match'd 1008|Their sister," said I, "them that closely print 1008|Thy face seem." He then: "Their semblance, move thou swift 1008|Their motion to waive their vehemence a little." 1008|We on our feetINGAME'S countenance start, 1008|When either of the twain, transpierced with the 1008|Dark leaf, they have before so show'd us that ne'er 1008|Did mortal look upon so monstrous a steed. 1008|Let thine eye, Reader, mark the hump, the crest, 1008|The crest and whiskers, which each member bears, 1008|Below the eyebrows thick, the two-fold rule; 1008|These whiskers first transform the mincing ape, 1008|Then stretch him in resplendence of all height. 1008|The whiteness of their members shall alone 1008|Admit of their being classified: such 1008|Are shown by the softness of the trunk, the white 1008|Sublimity of soul, and, lastly, their hue 1008|Assur'd by fadeless orbs. If but th' ascent 1008|That leads to beauty's source, and the end 1008|Of heav'n to justice, known to theologians, 1008|Were ======================================== SAMPLE 39480 ======================================== 2428|"Then to the king,--for he will hear no more 2428|That idle word!" Then, "Be it so to me! 2428|Let me, not he, give up my place, as well." 2428|So, after some little time she went: 2428|To the king the courtiers came at last: 2428|'Twas no more than might be expected there, 2428|In France, to hear, and only wait, in England. 2428|Not yet had spoken all without the rest, 2428|Each one, the common office to attend: 2428|To the right hand and left the courtiers turn, 2428|Till the king bows him from the window low. 2428|Then up the stairs they rise, to find him there; 2428|In the next room the king his answer bring. 2428|"I hope"--said he--"you'll take me for your friend; 2428|Now let me put thee to the proof. What's your fame? 2428|What titles have'st thou? what country her? 2428|But who art thou, and why t' hast called thy hand?" 2428|"Sir king," says Moll, "an Earl's degree at least; 2428|My birth, my land, and native country shend, 2428|And, Lord! in France, and England too, I've been 2428|To take to wife that stranger in your train, 2428|But, as I think, he'll give her back at last." 2428|"He seems a good, good man," the king replied; 2428|"Of all my court, the very saint I wed." 2428|"How strange, methinks, this man must needs be strange! 2428|What could his fame or country have to do 2428|With our two kingdoms--either in Europe, 2428|Or else so distant they be none of ours? 2428|Methinks we know him not: what if here he be?" 2428|The queen to him with noble air replies: 2428|"O king, a stranger to all that we can; 2428|Now, who art thou? (and answer tell me now)-- 2428|What country art thou? who thy parents? what 2428|Thy city and name? what lands do these afford?" 2428|"My name (quoth he) is Sis, an Earl of England. 2428|An old man, and I am come at last to stay; 2428|But, in my country, what am I--a man? 2428|A king, perhaps: and here I have been shown 2428|My seat and regal pall, my sovereign throne. 2428|My lands and kingdoms are, the greater part, 2428|Within your limits (so I think and so 2428|I speak) and here I have great need of this. 2428|But tell me then thy country, I beseech. 2428|And where art thou?" "By my head!" said King Gunther: 2428|"To serve thy Majesty in what way I may, 2428|I come from Burgundy: there was a time, 2428|Ere this, when I in your court did rejoice; 2428|And then for thee, a gracious monarch gave 2428|That boon which, in my land, I would not ask, 2428|My father was a knight of prowess bold: 2428|Then tell me, knight, was he murdered here, 2428|Or in the court? by whom?" "In your court, 2428|In mine, my lord," quoth the other; "who here?" 2428|"In both, and both together." "Then who," 2428|Quoth the knight, "is she who in our court doth live? 2428|The wife of one whose name is Thorkill?" 2428|"That name," said Gunther, "to know I dare not; 2428|The mother of one that is my age and mine. 2428|And, lastly, she is here, with one who is dead: 2428|A name that I may not ask, but which I hate, 2428|So that for that purpose I have come here. 2428|Be sure, my friend, that I find you both honest; 2428|And see that you keep the same, as you've the pasturers; 2428|Here, be ======================================== SAMPLE 39490 ======================================== 16265|With such a face! 16265|As one who feels his heart grow old and chill. 16265|As one who feels two worlds have crept up behind 16265|His childhood's years,--two worlds where he had not 16265|Away been born and had to play. 16265|He does not see the man who has not played. 16265|"Oh, no, I won't," he says. "It makes him ill; 16265|It takes away his fun." 16265|He looks at all the boys, as they laugh or beg. 16265|But never, I think, at the boy who looks 16265|Most sure of a laugh or a laugh, and thinks 16265|His very words are jokes. 16265|He glances, and his heart goes mad again, 16265|And he must laugh when he is laughing now, 16265|As we laugh at the sunbeams that flicker and 16265|Flutter and flash into a showering light. 16265|In the night when the lamp beacons in the hall, 16265|I turn my eyes, and see them flare and glow 16265|Down the long hall, like some huge light of faith; 16265|I see--a man in iron chains, whose face 16265|Is a face, no more, that needs the care 16265|Of the withering mockery of a sun 16265|On a sea of crimson. 16265|Then his body lies--his head lies low-- 16265|Like a man in pain. There's blood in his face, 16265|And in his hands, and in his heels, and on 16265|His breast, and on his brow, and on his knees, 16265|And in his hands again. 16265|A faint light burns along the darkened hall, 16265|And another gleams from the chapel's lattice 16265|Where the boy and maiden sit. 16265|And then a sudden light upon the hall, 16265|His body lies on his breast. He looks 16265|And sees his friends--his poor, wasted friends-- 16265|His father and mother--his tender wife-- 16265|Mysterious figures in moonlight, white 16265|And silent and unutterable, so still! 16265|Yet the white moonlight makes the pallid face 16265|Almost full of light. The boy's and maiden's hands, 16265|Are held in his hands. 16265|There is no heart of his; but the blood of his heart 16265|Runs out and surges, and is crimson in pain-- 16265|The blood of his heart! 16265|His eyes are light on their pale friends. With sudden 16265|Pantance the fire of their passion burns high; 16265|He lifts this tender man, and his heart is broken! 16265|But when he turns him to his comrades, he clasps 16265|A young woman--a young woman and young 16265|Beauty.--His lips are trembling as he holds her 16265|In his arms. 16265|The boy and maid have come from the chapel 16265|And are kneeling by the dying boy. 16265|And now the flame has gone from the soul 16265|Of the young man. It stands at its helm 16265|Werner's head. And that young man, Walter,--his eyes 16265|Now shine to the boy and maiden's--as they shone 16265|To the pale man's eyes--and says: "Now let us die: 16265|Yea, die now, I say it gladly, I give-- 16265|I give my life-blood to the one who will 16265|Turn to my side, when I shall tremble." 16265|He gives his life blood. They die!-- 16265|And in that moment his soul has been transfixed 16265|In a cruel and cruel death, a death 16265|He never deserved. So all his life 16265|He has been a little death-like thing; 16265|A creature that men would hate, and wish all life 16265|Would die with him. But now he has gone. 16265|How the little death-like thing is changed! 16265|I can see the blood flowing from the face 16265|Of him who once was beautiful, so young, 16265|So simple, so glad, in the church-yard, now dead ======================================== SAMPLE 39500 ======================================== 28796|Firm, and as if to hold. 28796|All was in form of form; 28796|In her cheeks a rose; 28796|In her cheeks a gentle glow: 28796|The grace as of a spirit. 28796|All on earth, save she, had vanished. 28796|Then a man drew in his strap 28796|That was of ebony, 28796|And his belt he took of scarlet. 28796|He looked over the waves 28796|Which the sea-fowl swept; 28796|And he gazed therewith, and said, 28796|As he gazed at the maiden: 28796|"This is no dream; and I have seen 28796|The shape that never was seen." 28796|Then the man turned and strode 28796|Over the rugged shore, 28796|That he knew was sandy and bare. 28796|And his band he took of balsam, 28796|That was of amber, 28796|And his belt he took of brook-wood bark, 28796|And bound him about his limbs. 28796|He grasped the maiden's waist, 28796|And the maiden's hand he drew, 28796|And the man stretched a hand to meet, 28796|And grasped it in a wild, wild grip, 28796|And made him ready for his task, 28796|And to take his place his trusty swain 28796|Stood there upon the sand, 28796|Waiting his order to come forth, 28796|And took his leave, and turned back to rest. 28796|To-day he wears but little charm, 28796|Beneath the sun, nor, while the day 28796|Sings on, would he forego his charm, 28796|And the joy of nature to retain. 28796|All the earth is aching for him, 28796|All below him lies enthralled and cold, 28796|The wind of death is blowing, and the dark 28796|Towers of the forest, and the wave-tossed bay 28796|Flow on and on, with hist the tide. 28796|The river, in his dream, seems to grow 28796|More heavy by his side, and, when awake, 28796|To leap and break--so great in dreams are men, 28796|With minds as black as dreams, like to the sea. 28796|It is his part to say and think, and his own 28796|The force and end of each wild thought he strives. 28796|He walks through the night as silent as dew, 28796|And hears the sounds of a million mazes, far 28796|Behind him, in the sky. 28796|He rises and draws up to the heights, and, standing free, 28796|Sings in the light of the morning as he goes, 28796|"All that I would be is, or e'en so I should, 28796|When I had reached the goal of my long strenuous search. 28796|"I should be the star of the night, that, far 28796|In the wide, unknown ether, might tell, 28796|Even unto you, who are stars above, 28796|A story of a mighty love." 28796|This is his task, when day is done. 28796|There is an ending to his long quest. 28796|With every day the story grows darker, nearer, 28796|And the stars grow dimmer to his gaze. 28796|But he listens to the wind and sun that come 28796|For the tale of the life he sings, and sings it well; 28796|That is his voice, and he is the song-stanter heard. 28796|It is a dream of another day; 28796|And that is the end his song. 28796|He is not near the goal where, in his heart, 28796|He knows that, ever after, still, he shall go 28796|To the place of the lonely night, 28796|And sit by the lonely sea, 28796|And watch the great, vast white waves, 28796|And watch his hopes and fears depart, 28796|In the night and the heavens alone, 28796|With no thought of any future tide 28796|To take him like the sea. 28796|Yet, ever he looks up 28796|And sees the world in a new light, ======================================== SAMPLE 39510 ======================================== 10602|Th' unrivalled Ganges, th' Indian wilde, 10602|And that rich grove that is the King of all. 10602|That sweet and precious juice is on the tree, 10602|Which all the birds doth suck, all beasts do nere; 10602|The earth the which it selfe is feeden still 10602|With nectursous moisture, is all other food. 10602|And so, sweet flowrs, sweet flowers, and yvorie rare, 10602|That draw the sight with honour, and do draw 10602|Into the bosome of Divinity. 10602|Thereon with other things (as beauteous things) 10602|That in the earth doth of right tend to and fro, 10602|The world and nature seem on one same plan. 10602|But, lo, a bough at noonfull sweetnesse, there 10602|It doth, as if for seede, come down againe; 10602|So is that bough full of fruit and cherries bred. 10602|See, the yong night, that lately did endure 10602|So long the long hot dayes, is now renewd 10602|And fresh, as if a fresh man should avail 10602|Againe to governe this ill-begot world. 10602|Yet, see, the sun, that so now sets, doth go, 10602|As if he us'd not, but for the sunne a ray: 10602|The dew, that so late nigh hid him, is to day 10602|Furnishd with pearles of radiance and light; 10602|Whose golden beams now shining, on this bough 10602|Are lighted with these lillies, and new sweet fruit, 10602|Which, kindling, fall into the sea which doth sing, 10602|And make the windes therewith play two breeches one. 10602|O what a pleasure it is to see day then night! 10602|What a delight to spy the starres of heaven, 10602|And hear the trumpets of the blake nightingale! 10602|The day comes forth, and waneth from the ground, 10602|The day expires, and wanes, and hath his day, 10602|The day is gone, and doth his laboured day renew. 10602|Then it is meet, and oft in coming years, 10602|That men shall vaunt, and say, that they the best youth 10602|Have made, for that thine is, the fairest body. 10602|Fair is the morn, though cold, though drearie the skies, 10602|And though the night be loth to leave the world, 10602|Yet well is she, in her remotest eyne, 10602|For which all else the least agreeable needs, 10602|And most admired is the best beloved! 10602|So well a flower or fairer flower doth spring 10602|From a fairer seed than that which did be spred 10602|By him which now in prison in his cell 10602|Is fastd in imprisond age and parching age! 10602|Yea, long may he and his bequests live in fame 10602|And in their childrens lives be glorious tales 10602|Of great and mighty deeds, his deeds exceeding; 10602|But shall his name upon the mouths of men bee, 10602|To last but ages, and his glory fail? 10602|Nay, nay, but life is short, when good endures! 10602|As men be brief, who in great fires endure, 10602|And yet their people last and highest while, 10602|As time doth pass, and the same pass away, 10602|So short our happy days, when that great flame 10602|Doth soothly for a while the mindes of men; 10602|And time, who so doth wisdom and power best, 10602|And who so well doth virtue, hath it short. 10602|As the white rime doth last, though men growe pale 10602|And lose the rose at length and last the lily; 10602|But a new rose doth still renew the place, 10602|Whose place is changed, and not by tempest or frost, 10602|But that which men once planted be in flowers. 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 39520 ======================================== 17270|Wisest man in the face? I can'a thou, 17270|As thou wert neere a wight, an' a shame, 17270|Not to be lou'd by a wyfe, tho' fit. 17270|Come thee forth; come let thy manere be 17270|As the sun in his refreshing noon: 17270|Come, let thy face full of delight be. 17270|But whoso that heere is not in bed 17270|And daungeres up, than he ought may weie 17270|In rauishaunce of his bodi-pierce, 17270|T'ewoo him into som easterlie chaine, 17270|That is forto ankeite at his likes. 17270|Thus maks he his hearte full fain of grace, 17270|And he is allone with wonder and joy 17270|At the wonders of the daungerous night, 17270|That is such fownd, and soos welmore bright. 17270|Then loth to go to bed, but as he lies, 17270|As sad in heavinesse as in ioy, 17270|He laments his soule and all his woe. 17270|Al is a marre and a marre res, 17270|Withall is but a wylde plowhy moyse, 17270|Withoute erþe I yow beseche, I mai 17270|Hym anone and haue here my wylle lyst. 17270|Whan on the morowes morowe by me, 17270|Shal hit be hit, be hit, and be my wylle! 17270|For al this wylde plowhy moyse is so fylt, 17270|I must therof tellen, if it fyll ar wyll, 17270|Why I have wrought of it the liknesse; 17270|For the sothe as I wole the sothe, 17270|For I wole yow lippe for the sothe, 17270|And shal therof begete me ful good. 17270|And this is so, and eke the more why 17270|I can no more make the bettacioun 17270|Of this worschipefull lady, for to fynde 17270|It is a marre, and I wolde hir fonde; 17270|But eche foly of her, I may not thryve. 17270|And eke her woful werk of hir soule, and eke 17270|The worschipe of her sorowe, I can not doo: 17270|The cause is that she is a waused Witch 17270|Who is a waused wombot, and thus is sene 17270|To al the world, and eke to Christen Christe, 17270|As in the same wise as is my chylde. 17270|For the sorowe of her wombot is to blude 17270|With the evil draught of blody lust, 17270|Which makes her as the wisest of womblingees, 17270|But soothly it is nought but a wanton frome, 17270|That whilom was a faire draught i-wysdoome, 17270|That hath now become a worme o the weye 17270|That her wherthe I wombe as now I maye. 17270|And forto knowe the whiche I maye kepe, 17270|In an other cours rowe I do not thrive, 17270|Al-though she cometh to the werk of Limes, 17270|And I to the werk of Aspys, and there be 17270|Som-what on that wordes I wolde haue sayde; 17270|For I wolde speake to her, and haue said 17270|As she cometh in, and then I herke. 17270|And thus in her right wan of wofulnes, 17270|Her heart was rauisht, and loth to sleep, 17270|And her soule loth also was for to skowne, 17270|For she had wo and sorrowfull rauhts to mowe: 17270|Her face was loth with luf ======================================== SAMPLE 39530 ======================================== 1365|A light is shed upon the whole of the 1365|land without. The sea waves in their undulation 1365|Pallidly rise, and, issuing into the blue night, 1365|Roll backward and backward in a circle. The night 1365|Breaks suddenly, and over the plain there 1365|Crimson shadows darken all about us. 1365|We have begun to gain upon the enemy. 1365|This is the hour, "The End is near!" 1365|It is already near, and the battle 1365|Begins! I hear the roar and the tramp of troops 1365|Goth and Saxon. I hear them marching up 1365|The hill-top, and they are moving away 1365|In the same undistinguished, undistinct way. 1365|Come out with me; your time is not yet. 1365|If you wait long, you may come late. 1365|That's what the Prussian laugh'd at. He was ill. 1365|One of the old companions said it. 1365|I never heard. 1365|It has a terrible sound. 1365|It sounds like the thunder of cannon. 1365|That is the sound the Prussian laughs at. 1365|He laughs at his own people. A good laugh 1365|Sings with him, unless it is to mock him. 1365|He is a mere puppet, and a very poor one. 1365|I, with the rest, are laughing too. 1365|Let's do battle! 1365|Yes! let us fight. 1365|He's at the head of them all. We must stand 1365|Between him and the destiny of our race. 1365|Myself, and I, and all your ancestors, 1365|Were here to fight him. There's one man here 1365|Who must be firmer than the spear, and more 1365|Like an ox with a long beard, and leaner. 1365|One, two, and three! 1365|A good friend, the man who has the wits 1365|To pierce a cunning heart, and in a few 1365|Of the first of the three, to break the spell 1365|Of a foolish idea, and break the spell 1365|Of a superstitious silence. 1365|And you with me? 1365|I'm here with you, but I must be more 1365|Reserved in combat than I have the moment; 1365|And the more reserved the better. If he 1365|Who comes with us, should be caught at home, 1365|Or if he flees, or if he is lost 1365|At the nearest tavern, we shall fight 1365|And shall find no rest but with the tavern. 1365|When we fight, there'll be a cry from him 1365|And from the crowd and from the women too 1365|For a moment. But the next and the nearer 1365|The combat begins, for then there'll be 1365|All night long about it, for the boys 1365|Will be asleep in the field, and boys 1365|Will sleep in the huts, and then by day 1365|The whole of the land will have a voice 1365|In song and thunder, like the sound of guns 1365|Ringing through the night. And we shall see 1365|Men fighting with swords in the streets, 1365|And women with axes making clubs, 1365|While little children shout before them 1365|And laugh at axes being smashed, 1365|And then they'll be sick with sudden pain 1365|And die. 1365|When they hear the sound of guns 1365|They'll stand and turn their faces aside, 1365|And some will take a knife; yet they remain 1365|In the long rows. 1365|He'll be dead; he'll be dead, 1365|He'll be dead and not let on to-night. 1365|They will find out the place: I hear the door 1365|Opening, and in the midst a table, there 1365|Was he; before him there stands three comrades, 1365|Hanging upon it. First they hang him, 1365|Then they take off the bandages and shirts, 1365|Raiment, and the soles of their feet. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 39540 ======================================== 1469|Whose heart-strings have been tied 1469|For love, love in the grave. 1469|So the grave-blacksmith made 1469|A necklace for a woe. 1469|And the coffin-lid to it he 1469|Inhaled in lieu of breath: 1469|"The world's a pipe without death; 1469|Life's but smoke in the end." 1469|They took her out of the sun, and set her there 1469|Wrapt in the night, in a shroud of night, 1469|As in some old Norse story. 1469|And they placed a silence over her, 1469|And a silence thick as the sea-mist, 1469|And a darkness over her eyes. 1469|And they laid her low, and they bound her hard, 1469|In the darkest of the darkest sleep; 1469|And a chill wind from the forest stole 1469|On her hair's silken strands, over her breast. 1469|Then they went to the high sea-side, 1469|And they found her long-buried - dead; 1469|And they went back to the tomb - back to the tomb 1469|That was built in the tomb of the tomb! 1469|She is dead. She is dead. 1469|And the funeral pyre is burnt 1469|And the dead are laid in their graves. 1469|It was summer weather, 1469|And up the beach went singing, 1469|With the brown brown cones in their cones, 1469|And the tide was white and wan: 1469|"Ah! the summer's fierce" they said, 1469|And they sang as they went. 1469|You may know where we are, 1469|For we go to sea every day. 1469|We dive under water, 1469|When the tide is at mid tide; 1469|And we lie on the beach-cliff side, 1469|And listen to the breaking tide: 1469|"Ah! the summer's fierce" they said, 1469|And they sang as they went. 1469|When the summer's over, 1469|The tide comes in mid tide; 1469|But we do not change our tune; 1469|We are still as tide and wind. 1469|We do not sing or sigh, 1469|Nor break the song-spirit strong. 1469|We lie on the beach-cliff side, 1469|And listen to the tide: 1469|"Ah! the summer's fierce" they said, 1469|And they sung as they went. 1469|There is many a queer thing told 1469|In the dive-house up the beach; 1469|But the best is when the tide is low, 1469|And the tide is white as chalk: 1469|"Ah! the summer's fierce" they said, 1469|And they sang as they went. 1469|There is many a queer thing sung 1469|In the dive-halls up the coast. 1469|But the best is when the tide is high, 1469|And the tide's white as clumped seaweed. 1469|"Ah! the summer's fierce" they said, 1469|And they sang as they went. 1469|When the blue sky is black with snow 1469|And the pale drift marks the naked air, 1469|When the brown birds build in the stump, 1469|Or chant in the wrecked hawthorn thole - 1469|Then all the old queer things are said: 1469|"Ah! the summer's fierce" they said. 1469|They sang that round world away, 1469|Like the sea-birds sung it on. 1469|But the best star-songs are sung 1469|When the white wave melts at mid tide; 1469|When the sky is red with sun, 1469|And the cold naked blue-sea-snake 1469|Stops and stings the naked shoes. 1469|Then all the old queer things are said 1469|"Ah! the summer's fierce" they said. 1469|Why do you build up all the masonry of the 1469|mountain? 1469|For your honour and glory, 1469|And for that I make you 1469|This monument of stone, 1469|Mounted ======================================== SAMPLE 39550 ======================================== 16605|But when I thought it _could_ not be said, 16605|The thought of _this_ was all _I_ feared_. 16605|But my fears are vain--I was so good 16605|As say, in a _way_ to be clear; 16605|So I'd be grateful I might say 16605|The same thing as my brother--yes. 16605|My brother would never know the spell, 16605|But when I talk--you'll excuse me. 16605|If my voice trembles with the air 16605|Of one born for it, I think more 16605|Perchance, of the same high address, 16605|As if in his ears were uttered-- 16605|'_You! you know that these are the rules, 16605|And must live by them, no matter 16605|How strange, how sweet, 'twould happen, 16605|If one should chance to break some rules: 16605|But you, the honest one, you must; 16605|And you, the selfish one, you can! 16605|So, when I'm gone, you may be sure 16605|I'll never cheat, for you would cheat! 16605|And if I should, should I cheat you? 16605|I never even thought of cheating. 16605|A _caviar_ in a _flagon_ 16605|Is a thing, perchance, that's not good, 16605|And so you needn't wonder at me. 16605|I care not what your feelings are; 16605|Let the man who thinks of _me_ be 16605|An ass or worse than bad or ill-- 16605|You won't know, if you don't care to know.' 16436|_The Poet's Friend_ 16436|I had a picture thus, all in colors-- 16436|A picture, with an angel's wings, 16436|And my love for her and this world thereon, 16436|Had the world with beauty and the angels, 16436|And the little birds' and fishes' dancing feet. 16436|I had in my mind thus a long, long time; 16436|I knew of her and of the world, 16436|And the light in her pure eyes that day by day 16436|Was more sweet to me than amber bells. 16436|When I could not speak, and felt so weak 16436|That the thought of dying were but to freeze me,-- 16436|'Twas a thought that would not well content me 16436|With the life that life seemed to have then; 16436|But the thought of her eyes and the light of her grace 16436|Brought back the day that she was born. 16436|When it is time to go, then go early; 16436|But leave them, when they stay behind you, 16436|Till when they come your life is hid from you,-- 16436|It is not life, but the life of you. 16436|'Tis not well to say, 'I must not do so,' 16436|Till you find, with the dawn of the day, 16436|You must do something to make them good! 16436|Do not leave your loved ones, then, in doubt; 16436|Do not let the world say that you are blind; 16436|Think of them, then, and think of God. 16436|O, the sun rises over me; 16436|I can see the city of Rome 16436|All lit with white, white glory. 16436|O, the bells ring out, 'Tibi mea carmen, 16436|Ipsa mea cum laude.' 16436|The clouds are deep and dark, 16436|The moon is shining, the world goes gently on, 16436|While I am sitting and watching you. 16436|I can see your face--how fair; 16436|My soul with love for a thousand years is filled; 16436|For every little tear we have, it is blessing you. 16436|O, you, the living soul, the living life,-- 16436|Oh, you, the spirit that should be loved to death! 16436|I have loved you with a love that was true 16436|From the first hour God put a stop to my heart; 16436|And now I love you, dear one, better than 16436|All the lovers who came after that ======================================== SAMPLE 39560 ======================================== 42052|And I saw the wild huddled clouds draw north, 42052|And heard the dark waters speak and weep; 42052|And a voice of weeping cried, "Thou art not here!" 42052|Then rose the storm on the dark blue air, 42052|And the cloud-shadows rose--and then the voice-- 42052|"Stay with us, Love"! and then I knew 42052|That the sea-horns waved in the skies, 42052|And not the cold wind's voice of woe. 42052|_Then, when the sea-winds shook the shore, 42052|And when the sea-waters cried alone, 42052|And not a soul was in the shore-- 42052|There I found, by the moonlight, 42052|A little ghostly child._ 42052|When the wild wind is on the sea, 42052|And the sea-snakes are all silent in their cell, 42052|And they watch the sea-mew, helplessly blind, 42052|While the white waves white-clad mothers are o'er them cower, 42052|And they watch and watch and watch, 42052|Till the moon should cry, 42052|And the shadows darken overhead, 42052|There is an ancient mystery that I would tell: 42052|Where the old watch-towers stand, 42052|The sea-gulls flap their wings 42052|At the white night-wind, on the lonely shore. 42052|And the wind is like a wild voice, 42052|And the sea is like a silver bracelet, 42052|That beckons down the dreaming years to lie. 42052|The wild wind that sings through the pine 42052|Is whispering soft to the leaf; 42052|The rain-bitten earth is still, 42052|And the sea-sound of the sea-breeze stirs the air 42052|With a song so ancient and sad, 42052|That I know all its words are lies, 42052|And its voice is a sob; 42052|And I know that, far beneath, 42052|The dead ages sleep: 42052|But, in my dream, I dream of the years that were-- 42052|And the moon-crowned years that shall be, 42052|And a child that is long forgot, 42052|And a face that is sweet to me; 42052|Of the lonely watch-towers that stand, 42052|The sea-gulls low, like a child at rest, 42052|In some far-off watch-tower grey, 42052|And a face like a moon-crowned day 42052|In the sea where the stars are strong. 42052|And I watch by the sea-bird's wing, 42052|And the moon-light falls from high, 42052|To stir the depths of the dark below; 42052|And I think of the silent sea 42052|That seems unquiet as death; 42052|And I wonder how he loves me-- 42052|And this dream of death, and life, and love, 42052|Is a tale of a woman--or a God-- 42052|Whose eyes have looked upon me now; 42052|Whose eyes have gazed on my face 42052|As the blue day goes over the sea; 42052|Whose voice is like the sound of a song 42052|Whose words are sweet; 42052|Whose hands have touched me in dreams, 42052|Like the hands of the sea-borne birds 42052|In dreams; 42052|Whose feet have treaded on my heart, 42052|And held it with their pinions faint, 42052|Where the sun flints are weak; 42052|Whose face is as a golden lyre 42052|Whose lips are as a silver string; 42052|Whose feet are as the sun beneath the sky. 42052|Then I dream there is a wind 42052|Flooding everywhere 42052|This great land of ours: 42052|My soul with love is heavy; 42052|Though I am not a man, 42052|Yet I am a woman, 42052|And my soul is a dove 42052|That flutters in the wind. 42052|My heart is a flower 42052|That dreams its eyes are stars; 42052|And my soul is a bird ======================================== SAMPLE 39570 ======================================== 25953|"Let him not fly when I ask him, 25953|Sitting upon a rock he, 25953|"Whereon I might look with the glass, 25953|And see the fishes fish for me, 25953|In the round-water of the sea, 25953|Or the sea with its waves upheaved." 25953|Then the little bird, Allemelen, 25953|Turned his head to the back of the ship, 25953|As a comrade who would question; 25953|And at once sprang forth from the ship 25953|Right before his master's eyes. 25953|And, as he reached out his fingers, 25953|Gathered all the fishes up, 25953|And the minnows in his baskets, 25953|And the perch of the rainbow-fish, 25953|And the herring in golden mixtures, 25953|All the small fishes of spring-time. 25953|Then the bird, Allemelen, 25953|Heard the words his mother listened 25953|On the shore he heard his mother 25953|Call her son without answering, 25953|And the aged mother questioned 25953|With her hollow and wrinkled lips. 25953|"Look toil-worn, my son beloved, 25953|Wherefore didst thou look at last? 25953|Wherefore were thy foreheads bowed, 25953|And thy hands were full of dirt?" 25953|Then the little bird, Allemelen, 25953|Heard his mother speak the answer. 25953|"Therefore I have left my home, 25953|And have come the sea to seek for. 25953|Here I left mine old home, 25953|And the boat in which I waded 25953|Filled with all my fish-fattened, 25953|And the oars I placed upon them; 25953|And the oars I set upon them. 25953|"There is water where I sit, 25953|Water in the middle of it, 25953|For to dive is forbidden, 25953|And in order to swim 25953|One must sit not upon it." 25953|In the water sat the little, 25953|And the water from his boots 25953|From his toes he drew with trembling, 25953|And with trembling sat the hero, 25953|And with fear he spoke aloud, 25953|"Wherefore sits my mother there, 25953|There beside the lake-pool's brink, 25953|In the dark-green of the water?" 25953|Said the wise, old Väinämöinen, 25953|"Here upon a lower bank, 25953|Sit beneath this moss-rose tree 25953|In the cavern where thou sit'st now; 25953|There upon the stone thou pressest 25953|Which the rock has fallen from." 25953|Then the old man spoke in answer, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"But before we dive upon it, 25953|Let us sit upon the stone, 25953|And ourselves also sit right here, 25953|Underneath this moss-rose tree, 25953|By the mouth of Pohja's river, 25953|In the dark-green of the water." 25953|Thus his friends made answer wisely, 25953|And then, with all their strength, 25953|Hewing boards from neighbouring branches, 25953|On the boat they set them down, 25953|Underneath the moss-rose tree. 25953|Thus at length the boat was ready, 25953|Thus was skilfully fashioned; 25953|And the hero's eyes are full 25953|Of the joy which he possesses. 25953|In his lap his little one is, 25953|Thus he drinks the drink of life, 25953|Thus at length his thoughts are joyful, 25953|And at length the boat is ready. 25953|On the benches placed before them, 25953|In the cabins piled around them, 25953|With a little bread they ate them, 25953|And a little wine was stirred. 25953|Then a moment only spent they 25953|By the oars between themselves, 25953|For no other boat could come 25953|Through the water's spacious margin. 25953|And they spoke in tones of joyance, 25953| ======================================== SAMPLE 39580 ======================================== 1279|She'd gie ane a crok awa; 1279|The wretch had na hersel, 1279|And that was noa her loss. 1279|Chorus.--Wi' auld Marriner, he gaed awa, 1279|He gies a' his waefu' heart and senses; 1279|He saw the sorrow sark in his ain face, 1279|And gaeing on wi' the force o' reason; 1279|He heard the lammies, and he saw the cress, 1279|And he's a fien' o' the muckle water. 1279|He gied him to the brutes, their own sad treasure, 1279|He gied him to the floods, and the rocks o' folly; 1279|He gied him to the trees, and he destroyed them, 1279|And he's a man aboon the name o' glory. 1279|The fulsome-glowing o' his e'e has been seer'd, 1279|For he's found a' the lammies, and the cress, 1279|He's found a' the lammies and trees, 1279|Upon the crest o' heather; 1279|Ae day he 's gane, while the day was dark and dun, 1279|To the haunts where many a weary wanderer aboon, 1279|They're found a' in mirk and storm, 1279|In yon wild forest, and by the lea-rig, 1279|O'er the heath where the dews hang low. 1279|There's ae spot on the wabster braid, 1279|But he 's gleg neebours ever ca'd, 1279|That 's ae bower o' bonniest hame, 1279|Whare bonnie Jeanie builds, a bonnie bower, 1279|Wi' the sun shine gloamin'. 1279|She puts her kerchief in i' her hand, 1279|And she takes the een o' the letty sun, 1279|For that will bask her in. 1279|The stars are a' her theme, 1279|So she maun gae i' her braw new shoon 1279|To the land o' the leal-- 1279|The land o' the leal an' the bairnies a' sae meikle care, 1279|Whare there 's ae easefu' nest; 1279|They cuddant not a' to see, 1279|Nor care for the wan cloud that o'er 's danc'd a bonnie beldy, 1279|An' the lee-lang day. 1279|Then a' to gi'e auld men auld-folks ae night, 1279|My words are na auld, and yet, whate'er ye gang at, 1279|I'm na as lang awa as he; 1279|An' whyte and wae to the warl's waur, 1279|An' the warl's waur! 1279|It 's naethin' a', an' it 's awa', 1279|It 's awa' in the bog, an' awa' i' the birken' birken', 1279|An' it 's never mair lettin' me a' leave it! 1279|L--d, come whaur we caird the lee 1279|We'll gang a bluidin' to the loch, 1279|An' I will be the brither that steppit it; 1279|Gin ye gang to the loch together-- 1279|I, tae, an' you, I would gang to the loch. 1279|I had but my han's, as a gude may doi; 1279|I had but my han's, as a gude man may, se; 1279|Sae I had but my han's, as a gude man's doi, 1279|But Sir Job Sir I was, and now I 'm gude noi, 1279|For thou must be gon to the loch as we git it. 1279|Cauld Boreas, sae bienowie he 's there, 1279|The heithering snaw has made him hoose ======================================== SAMPLE 39590 ======================================== 1304|And the winds, with the roses in their hair, 1304|Rhyming in their glee, sing and chatter well. 1304|THE sweet, glad season is nigh at hand, 1304|Fair spring is smiling on the earth, 1304|And in the greenwood garden gay 1304|My love and I will sport and play. 1304|There shall be times of youthful glee, 1304|No voice of sorrow, regret or care: 1304|Such harmless fun we'll never miss, 1304|For every limb will know a strain 1304|That will bless us when we meet again. 1304|Then welcome be the new-born year! 1304|With all new pleasures we'll rejoice: 1304|No darker night than summer's will 1304|For us, my love, for us will dwell. 1304|When we the lonely forests o'er 1304|We will toss our light bon-peau plumes; 1304|And fluttering wing, and gently blown 1304|We will sport, like swallows in the sky, 1304|And sing, and o'er the earth will pass. 1304|HENCE, fleeting joys of this short life! 1304|Come, let us with our lover dwell; 1304|And each mirth and every joy prepare 1304|To crown the short, sweet blossoming year. 1304|WELL hast thou done, precious leafy bower, 1304|That I may wear thee in my dress? 1304|I have no shell to please thy tonic, 1304|Sweet emollient of the field. 1304|But let me bear in heart thy saying, 1304|That I would to God I might convey 1304|A little leaf of thee each day-- 1304|A whisper of thy name each night-- 1304|Mingling well with sweet, fresh roses. 1304|I know not why,--and yet I love, 1304|And honour thee, thou harmless blossom. 1304|Thou art not born of mortal seed, 1304|So much I would not suffer death; 1304|Nor would I do this deed deserve, 1304|Nor fear a thing that's not to be. 1304|But though I know not when we meet: 1304|Thou bidd'st me make this journey, 1304|That thou may'st wear my dress all year, 1304|And, when I put on this poor garb, 1304|In love, all loving, sweet, I'll find 1304|This thought my soul and body's spring. 1304|THE gentle breezes, breathing balm 1304|Our labours overbid; each bound 1304|My heart and hand, and I was blest. 1304|But as my hands had nobly wrought, 1304|Their master's hands had robb'd my heart; 1304|And even with his master's aid, 1304|I could not often look on thee. 1304|I could not look on thee, fair Queen 1304|Of Summer's pride and of Spring's fount, 1304|But as I looked, there came a chill, 1304|And something drew my timid soul 1304|Up, till the heavens to meet me cried, 1304|'O my poor Child, what is't to do?'" 1304|THERE would be summer's full-blown bowers; 1304|O'er many a thorny flower I'd bide 1304|Soft hands to trim the mossy steep, 1304|And hear the forest in the grove-- 1304|But when that sweet-voiced, happy thing, 1304|The sweet-voiced maid, 1304|(O! may the fair and gentle pair 1304|Meet as they used to do, since 1304|The fair and gentle times were,) 1304|Would there be music, and with it 1304|A more musical voice--though each 1304|Should have the secret of her charms, 1304|And nothing miss the mark we'd give. 1304|O! then I'd mourn 1304|That any could be full of fears; 1304|I'd look for something far away, 1304|And never hear the sweet-voiced pair; 1304|The fair and gentle times were. 1304|WHEN I recall the summer time, 1304|And gaze on the fair ======================================== SAMPLE 39600 ======================================== 30659|"You are my master now," she answered him, 30659|"So will you show that you are mine to-day?" 30659|"Why, my dear lady, I will not," said he. 30659|"Your master, my sweet lord, is dead,--dead, I know; 30659|But you, my lady, you are my dear lady now, 30659|Now show that you know me, and I will have my way. 30659|"How shall I come to your lord, how find him now, 30659|Who was most noble in all valour of his time? 30659|By his high brows, in what was then a grievous hour, 30659|Was he not most noble?" 30659|"For,--his high brows were not his only grief," 30659|She said, "but his eyes had the deepest, the saddest. 30659|O eyes, O light, was this the time of our distress? 30659|Why weep you not, sweet eyes, your lord to see, 30659|To love him more in your lord's despite as now?" 30659|"O lady, all this grief for him so dear 30659|Is now for nought," said he. "My lords will never die: 30659|And all is over well with Hengist and his men: 30659|Then, what can grief be, 30659|As noble knights' lives end in ashes, dust, and clods?" 30659|"I cannot tell," quoth the lady, "how else 30659|My lord will ever be known--if ever I may see 30659|A golden beard on his head, or how he fares 30659|Tossed in the gutter,--if this will ever be. 30659|"So, lady, go to him, for now I have found 30659|There is no glory left for me in my days; 30659|No peace from heaven, of all that my noble mind 30659|Soared up to now,--no joy left for me or mine. 30659|Why, even this moment has vanished away 30659|My very honour,--I shall never 'scape this blow, 30659|And never find another, till I am dead." 30659|O lady, speak to him; speak of battle-fields 30659|Where he is dying, of women who beseech 30659|Your love, your mercy, on his fainting heart; 30659|Sound the full noise of speech they utter there, 30659|Of honour, wealth, and loss, that his last breath 30659|May leave your father's land to walk in freedom by. 30659|So this I know, from letters which our lords 30659|Have shown to France: he has a house and land 30659|Priced so many years ago it seems meet 30659|And just; as for myself, as yet of low terms, 30659|I live 'mongst squires, and am at very mean. 30659|"In sooth I'm one of those who do lie in wait 30659|For a few good fellows who can fight my way, 30659|Or a good pike, or a good ship; for which cause 30659|The King hath sent me as a warning. And this 30659|Seems all the time the very reason God made 30659|The Royal army: that each man might keep 30659|A watch upon his fellow, and the state 30659|Of things of all kinds; and that we might 30659|In like authority of watch and ward 30659|Wearied keep well within, and sleep a song 30659|Uninterrupted. 30659|"For which very good men of the world! for aye, 30659|All ye the few that have the heart to use 30659|And are used to work the work of life--and I-- 30659|Shall I be placed in any care, or watch 30659|Thee? No? Then I'll watch thy watchmen no more, 30659|Thou Lord of good and evil! And I'll be 30659|Forgotten all the cares and pains of men. 30659|For, sir, they are not men, but things of one 30659|Set in the world which do as their masters please. 30659|Shall I be in a landwide war, a sea, 30659|To gather my chiefs of many knights, 30659|Men whom I think of as ======================================== SAMPLE 39610 ======================================== 2487|A sweet-toned, sweet-mouthed bird, 2487|On its wing so light and fleet, 2487|A star seems out of sight. 2487|But the moon has a way with me; 2487|So I wait--wait for her light,-- 2487|Waiting, waiting, waiting till 2487|The star so sleek and bright is gone. 2487|A bird, a bird, a silent bird, 2487|That flies to my little well, 2487|Where it does not sing a song, 2487|But waits for a trickle there. 2487|A bird, a bird, a bird in tune, 2487|That has a wondrous way of singing-- 2487|Not a rhyme, but some magic singing 2487|That's not sung by any other bird. 2487|A bird, a bird, a bird, so white, 2487|That I am lonely--I know not why,-- 2487|For I would make my little well 2487|Into a beautiful, white, white bird. 2487|This is the night we come, 2487|As friends we come together, 2487|We are always together-- 2487|The little stars light us, 2487|The little leaves light us, 2487|And the stars and leaves glow, 2487|As we come together. 2487|The stars and leaves glow, 2487|And the bright winds light us, 2487|We are always together-- 2487|We know we are ever two! 2487|A little flower is waiting near, 2487|Lifting up her tender face 2487|To the moonbeams, 2487|But no flower could ever be 2487|A fairer flower of the earth, I think! 2487|My little flower, 2487|Would it be right 2487|If I took her on my knee, dear little flower, 2487|And put her to my lips? 2487|Would it be right 2487|If I kissed your little flower, my little rose; 2487|Might any might that sweet kiss bestow-- 2487|Might any be right and good? 2487|Would it be right 2487|If I put you to my lips, 2487|Would any good 2487|Come unto you, my little flower, dear flower, 2487|Come unto me? 2487|Your little eyes, 2487|Your little heart, 2487|This very night are in my hands, darling, 2487|I cannot let you go. 2487|My hands, darling, 2487|Are holding your heart, 2487|O, good to hold it, good, fair, and brave, darling, 2487|To keep it warm and sweet, I can't let you go-- 2487|Till I kiss your little eyes, 2487|And kiss your little heart, 2487|And make them radiant with love, 2487|I cannot let you go. 2487|I love you dearly, my sweet, my little flower, 2487|And this is the reason why, 2487|That day in spring, 2487|As we walked by the water, walking side by side, 2487|Your little heart so gentle and kind, 2487|And my little heart too light, 2487|The water, with a sigh, 2487|Swayed in the wind; 2487|And then, 2487|The waves swept by in silence; and, 2487|The whole night long 2487|We walked by the water 2487|To the place where you and I lie here tonight. 2487|And on and on, 2487|By the side of the water, forlorn and alone, 2487|We walked, 2487|By the side of the water, till at dawn of day, 2487|And then 2487|We found a shelter in the forest, on a hill, 2487|A shelter and good heart, 2487|That you and I, 2487|And the wind, as it softly blew and died away, 2487|Could sleep in the forest tonight. 2487|Till the green moss 2487|Was heavy with flowers, and to the sky you clung, 2487|And the moon showed like a gem, 2487|Like a golden shell. 2487|And then at last, 2487|At ======================================== SAMPLE 39620 ======================================== 1365|Faster and faster and faster, 1365|Over the hills and over the dales, 1365|Over the meadows and up the mountains, 1365|Over the borders of many rivers, 1365|Into Switzerland and under Alps. 1365|And his brother, the King Erland, 1365|Laying his hand on his brother's shoulder, 1365|Said: "I have a little daughter, 1365|Little Jeanne d'Arc; you must fasten on her, 1365|Guard her like a son, and take care of her." 1365|But before the fast was fastened 1365|On the little daughter of the King 1365|There was a wild and sudden eclipse, 1365|A darkness like the coming of the End; 1365|So the King his answer was still uncertain; 1365|Last upon the ground he laid his daughter. 1365|Then said the King Erland: "Give me leave 1365|To take my daughter, give with her this word 1365|The one thing that I can give without it,-- 1365|On faith alone I should not lose the life 1365|Of this child, my golden-haired young daughter." 1365|Then said the King Erland: "I give you leave 1365|To do it, for I give my life also." 1365|Then said the King Erland: "What shall I do? 1365|There is no other thing upon the earth 1365|That I can do."--"Nothing!" said the Swiss. 1365|Then to the King Erland rode on horseback, 1365|But before they reached the place of hiding 1365|Erland was forced to issue forth from thence 1365|With a white hand and a black behind him, 1365|As a white hand and as a black he rode 1365|Over the desolate land till he came 1365|To his own country, the King Erland. 1365|Then, one night in winter, when the frost, 1365|That is the Lord of Night, had never crept 1365|Upon the castle, or over the land; 1365|But always snow-conspiring at its casements, 1365|And snow on every hill below them, 1365|How then should King Erik's heart rejoice? 1365|For the King Erland's heart was not rejoice. 1365|Then said the King Erland: "No help now, 1365|For thus it is; and thus alone I live. 1365|For the winter is over; and the spring 1365|Will bring forth another harvest, I trow." 1365|But a black knight came one morn, a ghost, 1365|Forth from the castle, and the King Erland, 1365|And a white knight; and they rode over the snow, 1365|And found the white knight hiding in the castle. 1365|"I am the white Knight," said the King Erland, 1365|"And you are the black Knight's ghost; therefore meet 1365|Here in the castle, for we both are hidden; 1365|And I will tell you the news I gather 1365|From the women in the neighboring hamlets. 1365|In the castle is my daughter his wife, 1365|And they say, with tears upon her cheeks, 1365|That she weeps because she hath no son 1365|But only cries in vain for her thin hand. 1365|And a white knight came one morn, a ghost, 1365|Forth from the castle, and the King Erland, 1365|And a black knight came forth from the hamlets 1365|And found the King Erland in his chamber 1365|Waiting alone the day of fight. 1365|"I am the King Erland," said the ghost, 1365|"And you are my poor white lady's knight; 1365|Therefore, though you do not fight with me, 1365|I will tell you, for you do not fear, 1365|The grief of this poor maid, alone in the house." 1365|So spake the ghost; and the King Erik replied: 1365|"I cannot do it, but he goes to fight, 1365|I know not what, against his will to-day; 1365|And I wait the day, on faith, the morn, 1365|When in his place shall be my daughter his wife. 1365|"A ======================================== SAMPLE 39630 ======================================== 42041|Hang on the door-beam; 42041|"I am very cold!" 42041|So said, so done; 42041|But he had a laugh 42041|At her last words, as he flung the door wide open and 42041|went out into the cold. 42041|The wind blows 42041|From the west, 42041|The blue-bells blow; 42041|I cannot see a thing; 42041|My heart is very sore; 42041|O! all's well; 42041|Let your love take wing, 42041|Leave me for dead. 42041|And I said, "O love, 42041|We are old, 42041|We two, and so young, 42041|All's quite well. 42041|We are going all alone-- 42041|You and I--" 42041|But he whispered low, 42041|"You cannot know 42041|That I love you so-- 42041|There are no words to tell 42041|Love is strong." 42041|You and I, 42041|You and I, 42041|We were both young! we two, 42041|You and I-- 42041|I was a child! 42041|I was glad to let 42041|My beauty run. 42041|You ran with it all, 42041|We were both young! we two, 42041|You and I-- 42041|I was a child! 42041|The wind and the rain 42041|The house in the grey, 42041|The rain at my window-pane, 42041|The wind and the rain! 42041|The wind and the rain, 42041|The house in the grey, 42041|The wind and the rain! 42041|We were going our separate ways, 42041|And I said, "I will go, 42041|For I will not stay behind-- 42041|Let's run after our love." 42041|But you knew that I could not go, 42041|And that you said low, "No, 42041|We must stay together still." 42041|I know, I know that you said, "No," 42041|And it was all your smile, 42041|The wind and the rain! 42041|The rain at my window-pane! 42041|O, when you are far away, 42041|And I am all alone, 42041|Will you know anything at all, 42041|And will I ever find? 42041|Will you know how much I miss 42041|Your smile, the wind and the rain? 42041|The sun goes up, the wind goes down, 42041|The trees sway to and fro, 42041|But we that loved in the dark will not know, 42041|And can you never learn? 42041|We loved--we loved, love we loved-- 42041|The wind and the rain! 42041|The wind went round the sea 42041|From a foggy dawn, 42041|Like a child to a lass 42041|With a frolicsome song. 42041|The waves went dancing by 42041|Of a dreamy May, 42041|Like the little children were, 42041|A joy-bereft band. 42041|But hark, the birds begin 42041|Their carollings; while the thrush, 42041|Blue, is singing sweet; 42041|And hear the larks so free, 42041|How the green leaves fall! 42041|How the blue leaves fall! 42041|The wind that goes to and fro 42041|With a joyous heart 42041|That he sings as he lies 42041|In the flower-like grass. 42041|I love the wind's warm breath 42041|In the golden morn-- 42041|The wind's dreamy breath 42041|While it sighs upon the trees-- 42041|And his breath and song. 42041|I love the trees' dark shadow 42041|And their old ripe shade, 42041|The little boles that wink 42041|When the dew-drops fall: 42041|The wild-flower's dainty breath-- 42041|Its dreamy song, 42041|And the old ripe shade 42041|Where the dew-drops fall. ======================================== SAMPLE 39640 ======================================== A man to me, and to the Church 1304|Of England, if I must be a slave! 1304|So in the temple of that holy church 1304|I give him up, and in my mansion-- 1304|I, if I can, away, away! 1304|O that I could but reach him down! 1304|But must he never see me smile; 1304|But never see me reach him by! 1304|But must he never feel my arm? 1304|And must I die! and he not be 1304|Kind to him, and to my friends? 1304|And when he sees me home from labour, 1304|With him at home, no whit behind? 1304|Thy name is written in my flint; 1304|My mother's face is painted on my lip, 1304|My love's is on my heart by night! 1304|I am as one in love who looks 1304|With staring eyes, and yet with you 1304|Hath happiness no more than being kind, 1304|Seeing your name, and knowing how dear it is! 1304|In vain I look to heavenward, upward, 1304|In vain I seek for you in you. 1304|No more, no more, no more; and shall I look-- 1304|Only your name, your name alone! 1304|I sink and sink, my burden grows! 1304|Ah, what is this to me but to feel 1304|The wind blow sharp against my back, 1304|And think of death? Ah, what is this? 1304|What but to want and want alone, 1304|And hunger after you, and you? 1304|In vain you tell me you are come! 1304|Not here to-day I should have died. 1304|My name is on the ploughshares in the light; 1304|I am the river of blood in the land; 1304|I am the soul of me that shall live, 1304|And I am the will of the living law. 1304|Not in your name, and yet only mine, 1304|I am punished and made glad of you. 1304|Yea, and I am happy in the pain 1304|That makes all heaven smile and pain all right; 1304|In the bright sun, that all the years allow 1304|With its own light to be a joy to me. 1304|Where this good life is lost, and after, how 1304|Of what remains but evil? 1304|Not good by itself but good in all 1304|Kinds be it called, yet this most pure of men, 1304|Whose heart is so to me a fountain cool, 1304|Whose soul a quietness, whose tongue not sounds, 1304|Whose face all beauty, all ease and calm, 1304|With all that sweetness of his has won, 1304|His soul's own sweetness--is it wrong to call 1304|A little good a great excess? 1304|O this is not earth's, that, having done all 1304|For men, and God's, makes them to praise her still; 1304|That, having done all, makes them forget 1304|And in scorn of good she puts an end 1304|To their desire--as if they had been hell! 1304|The sea was full of ships. The waves came up 1304|To meet them, and they ran and sang in haste. 1304|But all the ships that came there were but gossips, 1304|Sleeping fast with the gold that was in their teeth. 1304|I saw them sailing, ships of different nations, 1304|Captive nations: they were gossips of mine own. 1304|And the King listened and stared at them. He dreamed 1304|That they were of one breath and lived in one sea. 1304|In her hand the golden chain, that hung at her side, 1304|In her white hand a lantern in the night, 1304|Came with the moon, as sailors always come there, 1304|Always men, as women always come there. 1304|The night she came, like a cloud, and all things were still, 1304|Save the moonlight, moving, being known by that name. 1304|The water was dark, and every wave went up. 1304|At one moment ======================================== SAMPLE 39650 ======================================== 1382|And is not onely a name? 1382|No; not the name of an evil thing, 1382|That makes the blood forget 1382|To flow with the water; and so 1382|Of the earth's water. We are taught 1382|To honour that, from our birth, from earth 1382|To the seat of heaven, when its rivers 1382|Roll to the deeps, and the heavens are the ears 1382|And the wings of its waves, and the clouds the claws 1382|Of its beasts at their pleasure, of its sun 1382|And its moon and its stars, the last of them all. 1382|The name they tell us of time has made 1382|And we can no longer say 1382|Who made these; who gave them sight, 1382|And who made the mind. Who taught we them 1382|With the voice of their voice, that we learn 1382|And know they be. 1382|Let not our soul with its gifts despise 1382|A gift from earth that is good: 1382|Let us be better with our life, and be 1382|The better from it. 1382|The gift of the body we can give 1382|But when our soul's gift to live 1382|Is good, we give to the body life: 1382|But good, or not, that has no heart, 1382|Nor heart in it, can we give. 1382|We will not know that the soul we feel 1382|Is as the heart of the brute, 1382|But we will know that the brute and the wight 1382|Whose marrow's in our breast, 1382|Shall fight all against it, and in vain: 1382|A man's brain is a beast's brain: 1382|And, to the brute, God's work of His are we. 1382|We who hold in our minds and our eyes 1382|That what is born is that life's gift, 1382|Our own, as a man's eye is his. 1382|It has a gift: 'tis He 1382|That gives it him: 1382|As an eye gives sight, 'twill have sight 1382|Of itself in it, 1382|And the soul is the sight thereof. 1382|O ye who have a mind to foresee 1382|And see with clear mind, 1382|When ye have known it, what ye shall 1382|Of the coming of yon God-given time. 1382|For the mind is a flower that springs 1382|Out of the blood, 1382|And of the blood is the germ of all things. 1382|And of his germ, whiles, is the heart 1382|And the soul in him: 1382|As it grows on an eye, it eats in it, 1382|A living thought; 1382|And as thought feeds thought, so of the pair 1382|Do they that live! 1382|For what was death then? Thy spirit 1382|Did it stand fast, 1382|The one that lives, that lived in one, 1382|And that the twain of yon and the sky 1382|To a common point. 1382|Was it to stand fixed, a tree, 1382|And a tree its stem, 1382|In the land, that is all land; 1382|And that, from the same with the same, 1382|Ran to a flood? 1382|Was it God's arm of his Son 1382|To dip it in the flood, 1382|When the waters swelled round the root; 1382|In a pool of a flower, and a flow 1382|Of his breath; 1382|That the flower, and the root, in the flood, 1382|Shall be strength in man's hand, 1382|And his life be a life of a shield? 1382|It stands up straight, and its feet 1382|Are strong to the guard; 1382|And his mouth is wide, and his eyes 1382|Are a shield to the foe. 1382|In the man is the God-given fruit: 1382|The fruit is his food. 1382|When he eateth of the food of man, 1382|And of his fellow man. 1382|He is man: his flesh has eaten flesh ======================================== SAMPLE 39660 ======================================== 1365|He was so bold and so fierce; 1365|And his breast with blood was red, 1365|And he called for the maidens three, 1365|And he cried as he strode among them, 1365|"Give me but these, and they shall be MY. 1365|And he said to the maiden three, 1365|"I will make you fair, and I will give 1365|Beauty and youth to one of the three." 1365|Fair was the maiden, but she shamed 1365|The boldest warrior on the earth; 1365|Yet she stood there stern and still, 1365|Although the sun looked sad upon her, 1365|But the mighty sun smiled upon him. 1365|And she said to the third maiden, 1365|As she gazed upon her wonder, 1365|"I know that you are beautiful, 1365|But I will not stand here alone." 1365|The third maiden took her place, 1365|And she gazed upon the maiden, 1365|And the maiden's eyes were strange, 1365|And strangely sweet the maiden seemed. 1365|And now, when the third maiden 1365|Was not fairer than the other, 1365|She cried to the third maiden: 1365|"Oh maid, I knew you not before, 1365|But I see in your eyes the light 1365|Of some first ardor beautiful, 1365|Some first flush of some inner fire, 1365|Some first and first best pleasure." 1365|And the third maiden took her place 1365|And she gazed upon the maiden, 1365|And the maiden gazed on her, 1365|And with murmurs like a sigh 1365|She said: "I know that you are fair, 1365|For you seem so young and lovely, 1365|For you seem so young and fair, 1365|I knew you not before, but I 1365|See in your eyes the light of youth, 1365|And in your eyes the light of truth." 1365|And thus the wondrous maiden 1365|Stood for a moment mute, 1365|And the third maiden took her place, 1365|And she gazed on the maiden, 1365|For she stood there so proud and still, 1365|And the third maiden smiled upon her. 1365|The third maiden took her place, 1365|And she gazed on the maiden 1365|Till the tears crept up her cheek, 1365|Till the tears fell from her eyes: 1365|"Oh, thou beloved maiden, 1365|Look on me as one loves who knows 1365|The whole world is but a village." 1365|And then she smiled upon her, 1365|And a gentle terror fell 1365|On the maiden and she turned pale, 1365|And a little while she gazed 1365|And the maiden grew in beauty, 1365|And the maiden was ashamed, 1365|And her pride was gone, and she made 1365|A silent vow unto her soul, 1365|And unto her soul there came 1365|A voice which said: "I am God! 1365|My name is God; I am His shadow, 1365|I shall endure for a little 1365|In the darkness; but if that 1365|Must be, I will go back 1365|Into the darkness, and will 1365|I will go back and be as God!" 1365|And the maiden bowed her head 1365|She bowed throughout the village; 1365|Into the darkness her shadow 1365|Passed by, and there was no more 1365|Aught alive in the earth and sky 1365|But lay in His likeness! But a voice 1365|Said: "Nay, this thing we do in the night, 1365|This thing we do in the night, 1365|Is naught but the mockery of it! 1365|"If it was really so grand, 1365|All this great world of ours 1365|Would see no more, and nevermore! 1365|If it was really so grand, 1365|If it were really so grand!" 1365|And the light of the sun went out in the west, 1365|In the land of darkness and cold, 1365|All the people there were silent in the land of darkness and cold. 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 39670 ======================================== 1382|Feeble the strain and tender is our fate. 1382|O youth! O youth! O strength to win and lose! 1382|We, toiled, we, for this day are still a child; 1382|Behold the light that sets me to the past! 1382|We, who made you a kingdom and a crown, 1382|Must make you a nation; we must have all blood 1382|Ravished and quenched to be a nation's heir. 1382|From now on you shall be sovereign lord of all. 1382|Our king has grown as old as we! Now he 1382|Receives the kingdom of his life as we, 1382|Our love as tender as your tenderness, 1382|Our pleasure as he pleasures them. 1382|As we, you have grown as young! Oh be wise, 1382|As we, as we, young as we. 1382|Not ours the ancient wisdom we will win 1382|To make our people equal to our own, 1382|But we must find their equal, 1382|And with their children, through the world, embrace 1382|Our children's children, and in the bosom hold 1382|Our children's children as a common brood. 1382|What we, for whom all is the work of God! 1382|No more have we the right of hope to brood 1382|Upon the unknown from the future's brink; 1382|Yet this be it: He wills! 1382|Wholly unto his kingdom are we bound 1382|With them, with the children born of his womb. 1382|We are the children of the day we live, 1382|We are the children of the old we dread, 1382|We are the children of our love's high place, 1382|And you are his children and we know you. 1382|The love that gives him birth 1382|Ours by no loving word 1382|And he is what the world 1382|Made him: he has seen, 1382|And he can see, 1382|And he knows the way. 1382|In his life, his times, his year, 1382|He has what his life calls. 1382|He is what, if we knew, 1382|We would have the same. 1382|As a flower to the spring, 1382|He is what he doth yearn; 1382|As a bird to the sky, 1382|He is what he doth yearn. 1382|His eye is fixed on youth; 1382|His cheek on a May bank, 1382|His hand on a March field. 1382|We were all afeard for fear, 1382|But our pity was more for the love we knew. 1382|O, our children, O, 1382|We had not what they have not; 1382|We have known, we knew 1382|The world of the years and the days. 1382|To us, our dear, to us, 1382|The life of our longing 1382|Touched our life to an earthquake of song. 1382|We were made of the same blood; 1382|We were made at the same birth. 1382|We, whom the old were a part of, 1382|We were made by the same breath. 1382|For we are the children of the whole; 1382|We, who are sons of man, 1382|We, who have loved the world of all, 1382|We, whom the old were a part of, 1382|We, who have known its joy and pain. 1382|We who are brothers in thought 1382|We, who are sisters in love, 1382|We, whose souls are at rest 1382|In the world of the years and the days. 1382|For this, for all, in the years yet to be, 1382|We have learnt how to live, 1382|We had taught the world: 1382|Taught, by the whole, 1382|The way to be free. 1382|Whatsoever have you done, 1382|Ascend to God, a friend of man. 1382|We, who have had your good and bad, 1382|We, who had hope, 1382|Have lived with the joys 1382|God and man has ======================================== SAMPLE 39680 ======================================== 16059|De su padre y puede querida..., 16059|Lleva otra dejar en la dizia 16059|Que en el alma se hiere, se hiere 16059|Se decir lo que no quiero esto 16059|Dame la fiesta hace lisonjera. 16059|Y estas deja el bien que esquiva 16059|Al hombro de su séquito oído, 16059|Dijo de amor, de todo nacido 16059|Es su pena á la avecilla frente. 16059|La ruega, con la guerra llena 16059|Se quiere su infeliz, si quedé, 16059|Su voz: ¡Ay triste llorar la muerte! 16059|Su abismo el bien que esquiva 16059|El mísero que á la espada santa; 16059|Su voz: ¡Ay que más amor esquiva, 16059|Su abismo, que con tiempo santa; 16059|Su abismo: ¡Ay que le días amorosos! 16059|Nunca estava: «Qué quese hace cierto 16059|Te marchitaste de duras y asiensis, 16059|Te parto en la ciudad ni muera? 16059|Te marchitaste de duras y asiensis 16059|Te acento allí: «Más son! Mi amores! 16059|Tanta letra de Dios de todo los mares...» 16059|Con el bien que de tus amores 16059|Te encuentras á la pena ni existe 16059|Mujer: «No era un viene á todo oído.» 16059|Y si es la Vega enamorando, 16059|Si era un viene á tanto todo amores 16059|A todos los destinantos en mi pena. 16059|A tiempo era insomuchillo, 16059|Que en el primer que te ha hallaba el piélago, 16059|El que le amor en la pena están: 16059|Ya peor seré sola, yo le vió amigo. 16059|Al pena y con tus sin cristalinas 16059|El que que le amor en la pena le dijo. 16059|Es un día de ti, que le pena ha de dar: 16059|No es mi laude; no es mi laude á ti. 16059|¿Quién es tu vero y la dar? 16059|¿Quién es tu vero y la dar? 16059|La verde lisonjera infesta, 16059|Me fuerte en la guerra santa 16059|Que me abaste en sospirando 16059|Los cazadero quebrantando 16059|Lleva, porque le dí por medroir, 16059|Sueña de la fama, Símate; 16059|Se ve por medroir me al viste. 16059|¡Oh mi amiga, no le piedad! 16059|¡Oh medroir, pues mi triste amiga! 16059|Cual fuego y acero, dejado 16059|En sus cifras estábamos, 16059|Me podrán de sus afanes 16059|Y por medroir hasta amarillo; 16059|¡Oh mi amiga, ¡oh sombra! 16059|No la piedad, en sus amigos, 16059|Años, fieros, dulces de ellos, 16059|No la feroz, no los cabezomas 16059|¡Oh sombra! ¡mi bajando! 16059|¿Quién aséqué no se pasa 16059|Y á sus tristes tengo sueña? 16059|¿Qué aséqué los que baste? 16059|La vista que lo halláis alabam ======================================== SAMPLE 39690 ======================================== 1852|And that night he had his meal to eat, 1852|And had the care of the table and bed. 1852|"So, so," said he, "when I am gone to-night 1852|I am to visit with you, and you will come!" 1852|"Heaven! What ails you, Sir?" Mrs. Allen asked. 1852|"Omit some remembrance of some other guest," 1852|Replied the young man. 1852|"Yes, yes," the old man replied. 1852|"And to visit with him, as you suppose, 1852|For weeks, and if you were ill? You think 1852|That my absence he needs to be glad to know, 1852|And that this visit will be as much yours." 1852|"That is true! Well, well," replied the young man; "I can 1852|answer that." 1852|The old man made a pitiful face. 1852|"Then, the guest is to stay with you, a week, 1852|Till the good Lord will advise you to go home; and if 1852|You are ill--to stay with me till you are well." 1852|The young man smiled. Then he said nothing more. 1852|The old man's head drooped with a half-sobriquet sleep 1852|That he had worn, which none but the dead knows. 1852|Then with the sound of his own footsteps a knock 1852|Came at the door. The old man rose from his chair, 1852|And stretched his arm round the young man's neck and said: 1852|"It is a strange question, Sir;--but tell me of your name!" 1852|"A young man," said the man (and a loud laugh ran 1852|Through him like a stream), "that's what I was, Sir!" 1852|"And what--" the old man began, and then, 1852|Wistfully as if he had been kissed, "Then I think 1852|I am to call you 'Madam.' What is your name?" 1852|But, as the young man's head heaved in his hand, 1852|The voice of the old man was "Silence! Silence! 1852|Madam," he cried, "I do ask you something!" 1852|"I am a young man!" said the young man. "And I know 1852|That you have known me for long enough to have heard 1852|One time, in the days unbroken, the word "Silence!" 1852|"And you can bear to hear it again? Why, what need 1852|That there should be, when there is so much good will 1852|In this world? You will not think as I do. But you 1852|Are right,--it is not right that you should be wrong: 1852|There may be one good reason still, if you remember. 1852|Do you not know me?" and he said, "Sir, I was." 1852|"You are the young man who came with the news, 1852|On the morning of the first day of the week. 1852|You had seen me,--you remember me?--and declared 1852|That you would come and stand, with the letter of thanks, 1852|By the young man the old man had honoured with this cup. 1852|Ah! what a chance (I will never forget it!) 1852|There was none else to ask and none else to give!" 1852|"Then go!" cried the young man. 1852|"Go!" cried the old man, gravely. 1852|"Now tell me what's the use of this visit?" 1852|"Your words!" said the young man, as he rose. 1852|"My master and guests! my master! the old man-- 1852|The old man! 1852|Why, what does it all signify?" He said (in brief 1852|As he had told the tale), "My master to stand 1852|At your feet, with the thankless thankless thankless thanks!" 1852|And he went from the house, with the old familiar voice 1852|Of the friendless and the wandering one: "My lord, 1852|I can see how your mind and your face surprise me. 1852|I have heard your own tale, by that name ======================================== SAMPLE 39700 ======================================== 8187|Like a small bright moon, 8187|O'er his grave so white. 8187|Who knows what, in that scene, 8187|He'd dream, or guess in other skies? 8187|That still is there--and the sun 8187|Looks upon the tomb. 8187|And there she sits, by his grave, 8187|The woman who has stood by his side, 8187|When he was weak and broken in the strife 8187|Of life and death, and in his life's dark hour 8187|A sadder memory sleeps. 8187|A sweet and lowly woman, 8187|With a heart as pure as she; 8187|A wit that never knew a rest, 8187|Unskilled to cheat or sway, 8187|A man whose life had never been 8187|Trod by the lusts of earth. 8187|Who had never been on the brink 8187|Of folly's treacherous stream, 8187|But knew the sure and sure way 8187|To make it safe again. 8187|She had been his guide, and still 8187|He followed to the sea;-- 8187|And oh! the way was perilous, 8187|But she was true to him! 8187|Now in the perilous place, 8187|How patient she was there! 8187|Oh God, the awful way she went 8187|To make that safe again! 8187|Who knows but she has learned the way, 8187|To make that woman his again, 8187|Have taught him to be one, and known 8187|That heart as true as hers! 8187|Who knows but he hath made her one, 8187|Have taught her that he loves; 8187|Oh God, how true is it, in sooth, 8187|That he hath taught her one! 8187|Oh God who gave him life 8187|And life gave him the light, 8187|To see him through life's dark night, 8187|And give him light to see! 8187|Where is that heart of his, 8187|That inner heart of his, 8187|Within the living light, 8187|That brightens in the night? 8187|Oh God, look downward on him; 8187|For, as the sun-ray glows 8187|The sun in his bosom wells-- 8187|So hath that inner light 8187|The light that loves mankind. 8187|Oh God, look downward on him, 8187|And say, "I give them place 8187|To live, in that fairer light, 8187|On that, the fairer light!" 8187|What is this strange charm that now 8187|Has filled his soul, that here 8187|He sits in the blazing blaze, 8187|And watches the living flame 8187|That in the firelight plays; 8187|In the bright light, in the bright light, 8187|That fills the world with light, 8187|To whom is given this gift 8187|Of light that loves mankind? 8187|It is not--ah, not--her glance 8187|That with such rapture shines 8187|As when, thro' life's darkest day-- 8187|Her light so radiant now-- 8187|He has watched it, on the sea, 8187|So ardent and gay, 8187|For the first gleam that would disclose 8187|The future of mankind. 8187|'Tis not--ah, not--the smile 8187|That the young flame that burns 8187|Is radiantly revealing, 8187|As 'twere a living dream. 8187|'Tis not--ah, not look thine, 8187|For thy heart hath sworn 8187|That none who are in that flame 8187|Should see a shade. 8187|Such a spirit, in this world 8187|Of human passion and strife, 8187|Is powerless to divide 8187|The man from the brother of man, 8187|Or to love the soul of the one, 8187|And to love the soul of the other. 8187|'Tis not--ah, not--th' old light 8187|That burns beneath the sea; 8187|'Tis not the life that is given, 8187|Like the shining shell, 8187|The ======================================== SAMPLE 39710 ======================================== 24869|The chief of those who knew the tale of woe 24869|Gave up the tale with tears: so Nala spoke: 24869|Then spake his brother, mighty Rávaṇ, 24869|Till every sense was clear, and thus began 24869|With reverential look, the mournful tale 24869|To every creature in the earth and air 24869|Wherever fear and mortal agony 24869|Mingle:” and with his hand the hero threw 24869|His elephant to sleep, and then began: 24869|“Whence comest thou? whence? where dwell thy foes 24869|Within the dark recess of Yáma’s realm? 24869|Say, and the answer shall be mine: 24869|“I come to seek the fruit of Angad’s toil, 24869|And turn what grief my spirit has felt. 24869|Now by my side thy darling son.” 24869|This task in his dear brother’s hands 24869|Thou wilt not shunn; but forth with speed 24869|Into the wide-extended plain, and speed 24869|Thy way across the wood.” 24869|He ceased: a gentle sense of awe 24869|Within him passed, and forth he hied. 24869|With equal speed the brother took 24869|His steed, and forth to meet the dame 24869|With all his cheer and hope began. 24869|To Lakshmaṇ by the will of Heaven, 24869|To Viśvámitra by the will 24869|Of Náráyaṇ(631) by the will 24869|Of Sítá, by each son he pressed; 24869|Then each before his brother sprang 24869|Back to the presence of his sire. 24869|Canto LXXIV. Angad’s Counsel. 24869|Then each to the two-eminent lord 24869|Turned; and each in firmness obeyed, 24869|And slowly walked the long way, 24869|With anxious joy their hearts content. 24869|Again they sought the sage’s presence 24869|As they the woodland pathway sought: 24869|But as they neared their distant shade, 24869|The mighty king, of woe distrest, 24869|Thence to his weeping spouse withdrew. 24869|Thus lost unto the world he fled, 24869|And thus to all his progeny was known. 24869|Thus Viśvámitra’s soul was freed 24869|From all the sorrows of the strife; 24869|And with the hope of Sítá’s bliss 24869|He died beside his dear Videhan wife. 24869|Thus went the story of his fall 24869|To Ocean’s distant shore and to 24869|The western sea.(632) 24869|Canto LXXV. The Rousing Of Angad. 24869|The Sál tree, in each bough’s bower fair,(633) 24869|With branches, wide, and branches, strong, 24869|Ranged in their thicket’s shade, were seen, 24869|As he from stream to stream was borne. 24869|Thus by the mighty sire he died, 24869|And those two brothers to the two 24869|Became their guardian, one and all, 24869|The king in council and the throng 24869|Waxed proud, the faithful counsellor. 24869|Canto LXXVI. The Cánar. 24869|So when the time was come 24869|When Nárad,(634) warrior bold, 24869|Gave forth the glad announcement, 24869|The people’s hearts were saddened. 24869|The king, as though a giant slumbering,(635) 24869|In deep dream, lay down to rest. 24869|When Śavarí’s son his wonted seat had gained, 24869|Soon as the mighty man beheld, 24869|All that his brother’s line had done 24869|With honour and reverence paid; 24869|His eyes he turned upon the sainted king, 24869|And thus with suppliant gesture sought: 24869|“I came, ======================================== SAMPLE 39720 ======================================== 1727|and that you might bring your ship to me. I will not harm you, and will not put you to 1727|the harm, for I have seen all that you can do.' Whereon she took his 1727|sword and bound it carefully in her own hand, and then she drew 1727|her knife, and severed the head from the body, took the helmet 1727|from above it, and set it on the ground with a loud cry. Then she 1727|spoke in words that only women can: 'I am going away to the house 1727|of a king that is far away, a man who is wealthy and famous, and 1727|I am going to give a message to my son, who shall bring a ship to 1727|my mother and take me back with him into my country, in the hope 1727|that he may see my happy home. If this be not so, I will do whatever 1727|bravely by your will. Let the ship then go out with a man to the 1727|house of the king and say that he shall take me in as his wife; this 1727|will please my mother and her servants, for they will accept the 1727|offer in my favour and send me on my way.' 1727|"With this the maiden led the way, and I followed after. My heart was 1727|filled with great joy, and we set off into the midst of an island, 1727|where the sea was fair and the sun shone at its height. We stayed the 1727|way we came by changing our course as we went, so there followed 1727|our vessels on to the house of the king upon the island, where we 1727|were met by King Antinous. When he had taken his seat and the 1727|women had laid their hands upon him and kissed him, he spake 1727|straightway to the old man, 'Antinous, I am the king of 1727|Greece and of the island Arcady, the wife of Idomeneus. Give me to 1727|suit my father's need; he cannot have any people to supply his 1727|ships, for there are too many ships lying about. I have not yet 1727|taken oath with any one that I will rule as his son as long 1727|as he is alive and I am in my twelfth year.' 1727|"The old man at once began to spurn me for having disobeyed him, 1727|and I told him, 'Heeds not he, Antinous, but will give us good 1727|word; he will send us a fair wind as we sail into Ithaca.' 1727|"Then he said, 'Idomeneus, look for me on board your ship, and 1727|take me out and put me on board. Go then to the house of the 1727|mother whom you like best at the first tilt of the dice, who will 1727|tell her the news, and I will give you money, and give you 1727|all manner of help, according to your performance.' 1727|"Thus he spoke. I went back to the ship with the other 1727|companions, where I stayed till the crew were about setting sails. 1727|Then Jove would have us bring the ship to the island of Chrysa, 1727|for he knew we would not go near when he told us the news 1727|about the house of the king. We sailed through the foam, the mist, 1727|and the spray into Chrysa, and soon landed on the top of a 1727|high mountain. There I took my stand under the tall pine tree, and 1727|stood over our shields on both sides with my shield between 1727|my shoulders and my side. There I put my spear away, for it was too 1727|bad. Then I took out my shield and laid it by our leader's 1727|feet; I then charged in front of him with a spear in my hands 1727|and told him to get down and hide his arms; and a great man said 1727|to us over his shoulder from those who saw us, 'Come 1727|out here and let me advise the king, for I am a man that can 1727|tell the king a man's trouble, and this man's can do no more 1727|than your father or this man's, and he cannot lie, as you have 1727|said, if he is a son of his and cannot hide his guilt. As for ======================================== SAMPLE 39730 ======================================== 8672|'Tis you that's sleeping, so I'll wake you, 8672|And try you soon to sleep. 8672|In the early hours I doze all day, 8672|When mother sings, the cats awake me. 8672|They cry, in their night glee, and in fright, 8672|When shadows cross the kitchen-stool. 8672|And when the children come to look at me, 8672|I lie there, all wrapped up in blankets, 8672|And tell them that I do not dream at all 8672|When they come down the stairs. 8672|But what does mother do, when I wake at night 8672|And wake in the morning, and find her gone? 8672|She smiles, and I think she smiles at me, 8672|But she does not speak a word. 8672|When at twilight I come in at her door, 8672|I do not think of that, I do not say, 8672|I cannot see her face again. 8672|I lie and dream, and think that mother seems 8672|To me in the morning, in the grey, 8672|As bright as a picture, for she comes again 8672|Out of the grey and sunshine together, 8672|And greets me as is good. 8672|When in the heat before it goes to seed 8672|The child runs home to tell its mother. 8672|I think when mother goes she goes to look 8672|For something that is lost in the day's light. 8672|She seeks the child that is safe and sound, 8672|And brings with her something, dear, to make it good; 8672|And she would like to-day to bring home 8672|A blanket, and plenty of something to sleep on, 8672|And the things that make children happy. 8672|But mother said, 8672|'Twas time to be up, and had more to do: 8672|Her work put off, she came to see me, 8672|And found me lying in my little bed. 8672|Though I was busy lying in it, 8672|Singing a song, the while she knelt and prayed, 8672|Making sweet music and pleasant music. 8672|'Tis very strange, she did not say to me, 8672|I'll go and worship her in here before noon: 8672|Though so she often said to me, 8672|'You'll soon look like a Christmas tree in the sun.'* 8672|When the smoke-rack is gone 8672|And the hearth-fires lit, 8672|The children come home to play, 8672|And no one's in the house 8672|But the fire-light on the wall, 8672|And the hearth-smoke in the chimney cool. 8672|'Oh what a night! Oh what a night! 8672|When the fires were red, and the flames were black:' 8672|And when they've gone to bed, 8672|And the hearth-smoke is still in the chimney, 8672|And the fire-glow is gone out, 8672|How sweet the story will seem, 8672|With the fire-ring on the hearth-stone, 8672|When the children go to bed 8672|And the fire-glow is gone in the night. 8672|A baby had a little thorn, 8672|That out of the very sweetest red 8672|Came sometimes a little pin prick, 8672|And sometimes came down quite redolent sweet. 8672|The thorn went round about the baby's leg, 8672|And it hung down quite low upon the ground, 8672|But when the little thorn had been a while 8672|It hanged up upon one strong golden arm, 8672|As if it could not help a pin a pin: 8672|In this errand of a pin it stood mute, 8672|And at length a little tender thorn 8672|The little thorn at last got the chance 8672|Of going to town at one of the maids' hands. 8672|Barefooted she was, and barefooted she did cry. 8672|She took the thorn from the ground and down she staid, 8672|And then stood up and cried, and shouted and cried, 8672|Saying, 'Oh, little thorn, oh, ======================================== SAMPLE 39740 ======================================== 30282|and yodeȝ or nyȝt; 30282|the nyche of þe nyȝt.” 30282|Þair noyne by þay nyȝteȝ, 30282|Þe neu{er} nou{m}breȝ hodeȝ; 30282|Þaȝ þe neu{er} of oþ{er} eu{er} fot, 30282|& þay noynly neu{er} aneȝ; 30282|Þe bote of þe bonkeȝ & þay nyȝteȝ, 30282|Þat bybyden þe blody cou{n}, 30282|& ky{n}g þe{n} moȝt noȝt moȝe. 30282|frooth] farrost. 30282|Tøthly to his fader þat ho stasted, 30282|þat he gif hy{m} þe g{ra}ce of her, 30282|That he for alle þe worldes drede. 30282|For Ihoȝ erly þe{n}ne hit was grymande 30282|Riht rot þe ronk & þe sourdame; 30282|Erly þe serche of soth serued, 30282|As alle þe syȝt was þe þrydame. 30282|Alle þe{n}ne þat he wydeȝ þer bylded, 30282|& he nyȝt not þat neu{er} his myddes; 30282|Hit was þer fyfty{n}g for þe frendeȝ; 30282|For þi fylyf I mote of my seluen; 30282|My hert watȝ lyst wyth-i{n}ne a wonyande, 30282|Bot of þe fyldestande mete þe remen 30282|Bot of þe thynge þenk þat þe thynk weren 30282|As hit be fyldest þ{a}t þ{o}u þe ȝate of hy{m} hed, 30282|Fro þer v{er}by wern ȝetteȝ of þat ȝongeȝ, 30282|& þe wyȝe wern þ{er}-i{n}ne v{er}gyseȝ 30282|& welkkeȝ on a lyttel lyneȝ. 30282|When þay be fledde fro þe folde; 30282|Hit haf al haldeȝ, alday watȝ hit syȝe; 30282|Hyl vch a{n}g þay heuened ful lyȝte, 30282|Þay haf to þe þe þay þay hyȝt hy{m} seluen, 30282|Þay haf þay saue þe saȝt-outes, 30282|Þay haf þay seluen þay selde þe{n}ne. 30282|Hit watȝ sone of þe sone þat sone of þe sydeȝ, 30282|As þay comen þe ros vnder roȝeȝ; 30282|When þay be fledde fro þe folde, 30282|Hit moot efte ou{er} a werk i{n}-to þe wurde, 30282|Hit watȝ þe waul, þe waul i{n} welkkeȝ; 30282|& þenkkeȝ þy wod for wynde i{n} what wyȝeȝ, 30282|Þat þay ros þyro, þay ros vnder þe wede, 30282|& þe þay saue þe sode hit cheu{er}ed. 30282|So heoȝ þat is þe{n} þe saut{er} i{n} þis stounde 30282|Þat alle myȝt wat� ======================================== SAMPLE 39750 ======================================== 1365|And now and then, by chance, one of the women 1365|Would pause and look as if to say, "I know!" 1365|At first the words came faintly out, 1365|But then they broke out in song, 1365|And the men started singing, 1365|The words were so simple and tame 1365|That the music-makers, all in their glory, 1365|Sang in the chorus of "De Profundis"; 1365|And there were echoes in the air 1365|Of his voice so grave and sweet, 1365|That the people listened and smiled. 1365|I wonder what the people thought 1365|Of the song of the chorus of "De Profundis" 1365|When the great chorus was ended, 1365|And the singing ceased. 1365|The women, still in their vests uptown, 1365|Left their jobs and their children, 1365|And the men went up in a crowd to the bars, 1365|And the women sang and their children chanted and prayed, 1365|Singing "De Profundis" 1365|All night long, in the little black church 1365|That overlooks the river, 1365|Stood the black cross painted on panels 1365|That were covered over and over. 1365|And it looked so unlike any church 1365|In the squares of the city, 1365|That the eyes of the people passing by, 1365|Like a ghostly photograph, 1365|Moved in the church, and remained there, 1365|Pursuing the black crosses 1365|That had the words "Christ remains here" 1365|Traced upon them. 1365|And a woman prayed, "O Master, 1365|How can I give my life to a cause 1365|That ends in bloodshed? 1365|Give me still further proof 1365|That I am what I seem to be, 1365|And that I care not to deceive 1365|The people with more certainty"-- 1365|"Henceforth, no more death and doubt 1365|To put me out as a mere fancy." 1365|Prayed she, "Why is my life thus altered? 1365|Henceforth, no more life of an artist, 1365|No more pain of a heart in turmoil! 1365|Why is it that I cannot but delight 1365|In serving the Cross, and the people? 1365|Ah, that I might still in the world 1365|Continue as before, and go on 1365|As before, without leaving behind 1365|Any change at all in the world and me! 1365|No more doubt, no more pain--no more life's agony; 1365|No more life's confusion, no more death!" 1365|Thus she prayed. 1365|Then, without warning, 1365|A sudden voice from a corner there, 1365|Drew her quick to gaze at her. 1365|Was it a voice unknown to fame, 1365|Or did she recognize it? 1365|A voice that had been heard from another room 1365|From the great organ's droning melody, 1365|Came through the open casement. 1365|And she heard it, 1365|As if she had been seeing things that were not 1365|She thought it the voice of someone else, 1365|But who was it speaking? 1365|She did not flinch; 1365|She turned on her side and listened. 1365|It was the sound 1365|Of her father's organ, playing in the darkness 1365|The hymn for Easter Sunday. 1365|It was like the sound 1365|Whose melody is in the air 1365|Like the sound of waves that softly glide 1365|Out of some far-off, unnamed island, 1365|When the fierce, winds are still. 1365|It was as if some one had entered, 1365|Casting open each shut room and study, 1365|And played that strange mysterious music 1365|Through the dark, thick, ponderous doors. 1365|Then the organ began to make music; 1365|And the dark, thick, ponderous doors grew wider, 1365|Until it blended with the sky and opened 1365|Dazzling and wide and beautiful 1365|Through the open casement. ======================================== SAMPLE 39760 ======================================== 21016|The great, the glorious and the holy; 21016|The high and just and glorious man. 21016|The mighty ocean's boundless store, 21016|Which never an end of toil doth bring, 21016|Of strength and wonder and of peace, 21016|Doth bind the world and all its lands; 21016|The fire of God, and God's pure right, 21016|The air and sea doth hold together, 21016|Bound in yon great chain of faith 21016|To Him who is the life to man. 21016|There is a man who doth intend 21016|To cross the sea, 21016|And bring his wealth, for all his care, 21016|A ship to go 21016|On a ship made of love and faith 21016|That he shall take 21016|To his mother's land: 21016|With an eye as deep as the sea, 21016|A heart as true, 21016|He shall cross the sea, and bring 21016|A heart that's well beseeming. 21016|There are three men who wander with the sun, 21016|Their God is good, their hope good, 21016|They are the first of the three, good and wise, 21016|The second of the three, 21016|They are the third as wise as the first, 21016|The third is only their kind. 21016|My heart is like to break, as the sun is dead, 21016|My heart is as a flower, and the flower is gone! 21016|The flower was my life, my heart, my love, my all, 21016|And the wind blows o'er it all wail and sigh. 21016|The wind blows loud and the waves are blue 21016|That roll to the wan brim of the tide, 21016|And swell and sigh as they rush up the shore, 21016|Where the great dead sea-things lie at rest. 21016|The sea-things sleep, and they rest as in scorn, 21016|Though they dream of the sands of some Spanish main, 21016|Where a thousand galleys lie forgotten deep 21016|And a thousand dead loves lie at rest. 21016|The dead loves are as dead in the sea-- 21016|Though they dream in the dead man's eyes; 21016|The dead loves dream as they dream of dead lives, 21016|And the sea-flowers blow on their heads. 21016|The night is chill when the storm is on, 21016|And a soul in the tempest is torn; 21016|And the soul is a soul is a star in a pit 21016|Of darkness, and it is wan with the black and chill. 21016|And my soul is as black, as is the night, 21016|When the sea-mist blows on my heart, 21016|And its light is a light that is weary and dreary, 21016|And there is none to soothe it of hope or delight. 21016|For the black stars in the sky are stars of doom, 21016|And a star within is a wan star within 21016|That is wan as the heart of a soul in a wreck, 21016|And it bleeds with a star on it--and the black night 21016|Stalks with it still, and stalks with it still. 21016|In my dream a phantom comes to me. 21016|It is tall and beautiful as death, 21016|And its face is dark and beautiful as night, 21016|And its hands and feet are black as the grave. 21016|It is the phantom of a sword, 21016|And its eyes are dark as the death-black night, 21016|And its face is black as the black night's deep, 21016|And its hands are black as the sword-point deep 21016|That is swift as the death-black night. 21016|Ah, how long since black night walks with it here! 21016|And how long ere it hovered ever there! 21016|In my dream, a ghost that comes and goes, 21016|And haunts me as the dreams of men, 21016|Is the soul of love that dies in woe. 21016|Ah, dark wan night!--ye have seen her--ye! 21016|Yea, the tomb of love, where all her sighs 21016|Are ======================================== SAMPLE 39770 ======================================== 8187|"And when I've done, as we'll no doubt say, 8187|"To go the first, or come the second, 8187|"And when I shall not think I've done well, 8187|"For if no one's going to say it, 8187|"I'm sure to say it, now they're gone-- 8187|"That will come at the next coming, 8187|"No more work for your little head, 8187|"As I've been at it lately!" 8187|"How's my boy?" the _Hazel_ answered. 8187|"_Sir Nod_, says the _Brown Eyed Maid_, 8187|"Whose beard has grown into a broom." 8187|Now, if you're wondering how the thing happened,-- 8187|When they say not one word, yet all that I saw 8187|Was what they said at the time--all that I heard,-- 8187|When the Lord High Shepherd, the Lord Lord High Shepherd, 8187|Came to the door and then they said to him,-- 8187|All that I heard--all-- 8187|Was that I heard that cry. 8187|"_Sir Nod_, says the _Brown Eyed Maid_, 8187|"I've heard the grass rustling and the leafs 8187|"Shattering together--when you look, they tell 8187|"You in their secrets look so _high_ that you'd crush a tree; 8187|"And when I try to climb,--and when I try to crawl, 8187|"The grass is always greener--and the earth just so _lofty_-- 8187|"A simple tale, if you please, but it's all I know." 8187|I've heard what you all say--you say, 8187|You know not what you say, 8187|Your Lord High Shepherd's but a lad 8187|Who goes to serve in war; 8187|And you say, "The Lord's own Word is just as good 8187|"As he has found it this fine day." 8187|But who's the Fool that tells the fool? 8187|And who but _I_--the Fool that knows 8187|That Truth is sometimes worse than Truth? 8187|If the Lord High Shepherd was here-- 8187|Oh, then, dear children in the night, 8187|My heart's in your eyes, my heart's in your looks-- 8187|Who's the fool that calls the Lord his friend 8187|And that claims to be His right one? 8187|And whom but _I_ that comes with me 8187|To the house _of_ the Lord to-night, 8187|Should watch as the Fool that's but a fool 8187|And is so brave to be so cruel. 8187|When at last we were come home, 8187|Sir William and his friend, 8187|The King, Sir Peter, Lady Jane 8187|And Lady Jane were there. 8187|The Queen, the Lady Kitty, Lord Fanny, 8187|With Lady Kitty's Lord, 8187|All in the evening came; 8187|The little Prince in the white gown 8187|Was there--but _she_ was there. 8187|There, in a stately chair, the Queen sat, 8187|The King beneath, and beside her sat, 8187|So tall, they almost wished, to press 8187|Their very little children near, 8187|And soothe, each whispered "Child," to hear 8187|Their "Mother's," "Mother's" voice. 8187|"Whose child are you"--quoth the Lady Kitty-- 8187|"What, my Dear, your child, say?" 8187|"Oh, Lady Kitty, Dear, I'm your child 8187|"I'm yours," quoth the Prince, "And yours, too." 8187|"And how did you guess it?" the Lady Kitty. 8187|"Pardon, my dearest Father, I did." 8187|"But, Jenny, in our house it's _set_, 8187|"But, Jenny, it means much to me. 8187|"I'll go in, and put it on the board." 8187|"A pretty gift, Sir Peter," quoth the Lady Kitty. 8187|When one sweet night, ======================================== SAMPLE 39780 ======================================== 1054|He was not found: 1054|"What ho! my dear love!" quoth the knight; 1054|"Where are ye? 1054|What ho! my love! 1054|Thy lord, he came not." (He had brought her there.) 1054|"Forgive me, pardie! (said the knight) 1054|For what I did were but in game. 1054|Who would take me for a knight? 1054|Be my love, sweet! 1054|And you, my sweet love." (He was armed, and dight, his mail, and might, 1054|The day was as it ever can be. 1054|And the day was well-nigh done; 1054|The king with the court, and the knight with his bride gan away, 1054|"O, who are you?" cried Robin Hood, for now he knew 1054|they were the King and his bride; 1054|"Say, who are you?" 1054|"I am Robin Hood," said the knight. 1054|"I am the King!" 1054|Then said Robin Hood on a posten. 1054|He rode to a field full of bracken, 1054|It did the utmost to his mind, 1054|That he should never know or see, now he found himself; 1054|He said on a posten--he said to the King-- 1054|"And now, as the King is away, 1054|Will you let me make the court-yard all gay? 1054|For I will paint for your pride 1054|An elk and a moose, as fair as any." 1054|On the morrow he painted the elk and the moose, 1054|Robin Hood rode to the King's own hall to see; 1054|"O, how do you do, my Lord?" said he; 1054|"O, how do you do well?" said the King. 1054|"O, how do you do well?" quoth Robin Hood, for his words did make 1054|"I have done well, for I brought you the goodly ring, 1054|And a gold-band to wear." 1054|"And now your wife," replied the King 1054|"And now your wife. 1054|I will love her till death, but never ask her of her hair." 1054|"That shall her hair," said the King, for he was very kind, 1054|"Now, sooth, now, what will you make me?" 1054|"Give me green boughs, and silver leaves, 1054|I am weary of stone." 1054|"But O true Robin," said the King, 1054|"I will make thee great hereafter: 1054|A hundred mules shall thy chariot bear, 1054|Of silver and gold to thy place of burial." 1054|"I will make thee great by taking thy wife by the hand, 1054|And riding away with her to a place of his choosing." 1054|The King had sent for good old Robin Hood himself, 1054|To see the elk and the moose at the King's house-door; 1054|"O Robin!" said it is true, 1054|I gave him a good stout bark." 1054|And then they went to braid his hair. 1054|"O Robin, now I know how to dress well, 1054|I shall bring my wife to your house to make her merry; 1054|I have taken two silver boughs, 1054|And a good stout bark. 1054|A hundred mules shall ride on thy chariot bore, 1054|To the place of thy grave." 1054|The King saw that he did his best, 1054|And went to take Robin Hood to the place of his choosing. 1054|"I cannot take my wife, I shall never have her; 1054|I shall leave her to my woman, and never more kiss her;" 1054|"Well, well," said the King, "I will leave her alone." 1054|"Not so," said Robin, "I will not leave my wife: 1054|As she is the dearest thing to my heart, I will leave her." 1054|"O, Robin, be not afraid 1054|Of any thing, 1054|Since I have wooed so dear a lady, 1054|That ======================================== SAMPLE 39790 ======================================== 19385|My bonnie green leaf, 19385|I lovingly did bow 19385|Before its shade; 19385|But ah! a stranger's voice 19385|I'd hear no more. 19385|There 's nae mair I ken 19385|Of blythe green leaf 19385|That wafts thy hue, 19385|I 'm nae for bairnies mair, 19385|Fu' merry man. 19385|I 'll pluck a bonnie braw 19385|For aye my ain; 19385|Fu' happy, blythe and free 19385|I 'll be my ain. 19385|When nature, in her prime, at last is ready to begin her grand career, 19385|She gathers all the flowers that heretofore have hung upon her 19385|"I see a maiden maiden at the door, 19385|A sweet sweet blushing maiden is she; 19385|The laddie maunna mak his bed o' the ground, 19385|A' ye come frae hame I 'll bless ye an' alle." 19385|Then he has sought her in the forest wild, 19385|Beneath the spreading birk tree yestreen; 19385|He bade her stay to tea in the shade o' the birk tree hall, 19385|An' she has entered, as she bade him, the birk tree hall. 19385|"O come into my birk, sweet maid," says he, 19385|"An' thou 'rt welcome for another day; 19385|Come into my birk like a maiden as ever 'ad braided her hair, 19385|Then she has entered like a young bride gawning in to a bridal, 19385|her gown and ribbons, and the like; 19385|her mother's kiss, her father's kiss, 19385|An' the dear kind words she never could speak. 19385|"O come into my birk, my bonnie dear! 19385|Oh, will ye be my mother dear? 19385|An' will ye be my mother's beautiful daughter dear? 19385|I 'll be thy mother, bonnie dear, an' ye 'll be my mother's, 19385|"O come into my birk, sweet maid, 19385|That ye may brag o' yon bonnie young man; 19385|I 'll brag o' yon bonnie young man, 19385|An' I 'll brag o' yon young man's hair a blaze o' gold; 19385|I 'll brag o' yon bonnie young man, 19385|An' I 'll brag o' yon young man's hair a blaze o' gold. 19385|O come into my birk, sweet maid! 19385|An' leave this foolish mother's care; 19385|But leave this foolish mother's care, 19385|For I 'll make my birk a nest on the green birk tree, 19385|With my young bonnie man for my dearie." 19385|Saw ye the waukrife kirk-bells ring 19385|As the chiel' he a' sounded, 19385|Or the clatter of a thousand sparrows' wings 19385|Awaking on the wing, 19385|And a' for a' that we 'll never see a day, 19385|O ye a' that ken'd nae a mair, 19385|There 's a day that glooms in the dusky west, 19385|And the day that brings the heir of the earth, 19385|O ye a' that knew nae mair 19385|From the hour that you saw the face o' Johnie, 19385|The mitherless lad o' Johnie's bairn, 19385|The sweet little he i' the gloamin' came, 19385|When a blink o' the eye o' the world was fled, 19385|And it was not for you I could grieve. 19385|But for all my ae-ey an' my grief, 19385|I 've hope o' the Lord, sae bonnie and dear; 19385|I 've hope o' the Lord frae here, 19385|For I ken he 's the light o' this grave, 19385|When the light ======================================== SAMPLE 39800 ======================================== 1322|(I love you, Lady, no more can I), 1322|For I too, this heart, will pass beyond its stage of sensual pleasure, 1322|My life will pass through many tremens from its first delight 1322|with joy to its last rapture, and through the end of all things 1322|I shall not die in you, will not die in your bosom. 1322|But a little after dawn I shall come forth from the house, 1322|I shall come forth from the shadow of the world, and I shall take your 1322|hand, I shall take your hand, and I shall make you my bride. 1322|(I will wear your veil, I will wed you with the veil, I will 1322|wash your garment in my blood, I'll lay upon you garments made out of 1322|my heart, the veil of my blood, my marriage veil.) 1322|I WILL live like a butterfly, 1322|Will fly around and around, 1322|Will hover, then fly again, hover, hover, hover. 1322|So I'll let the world pass by me, 1322|Pass in a world of shadows. 1322|It shall not always be so to me. 1322|My friends shall come and pass me by, 1322|I'll not wish myself to be alone, 1322|I'll be as one that is alone, no one, no one, 1322|One of these other still, for these have passed me by. 1322|Myself too, as I wander this life, 1322|As I, and I alone, behold. 1322|There are many such, they pass me by, 1322|Pass over me, passed on, passed by. 1322|I'll not be one of these, but stand alone, 1322|Stand alone among all the rest! 1322|I will not be in the shadow of these shadows, 1322|I wan't not stand in a shadow, 1322|I will not be in one shadow only, 1322|Will not be one of them, not myself, not myself, 1322|I shall not be, I shall not be, I shall not stand out, 1322|No more, I shall not stand out. 1322|For I shall be with other friends, 1322|With other poets, other dancers in dances, other 1322|musicians. 1322|For my mind shall be like others, 1322|Like others will my mind. 1322|I shall know other friends, shall see other dancers, 1322|Musicians, other dancers in dances, 1322|With all this time for the dance of time and motions, 1322|With all this thought of time and motions, 1322|By the time of my love I shall know them also, 1322|Knowing and naming these by names, 1322|By the time of my love will know them also. 1322|But O O my soul, by time, 1322|There is more there than this body, 1322|By time will pass away. 1322|And O my soul I'll be with these other friends 1322|With their songs, I'll be with them in dances, 1322|Shall be with them in songs, shall dance in dances, 1322|Shall go on with them in song, 1322|Shall walk with them in song, shall be in song, 1322|Shall keep with them their dances, 1322|With their thought and by thought shall grow apace, 1322|By the time of my love I shall not mourn for them, 1322|Nor shall mourn them in song, 1322|Nor wail they without thought at all, 1322|Nor without song shall die. 1322|Thus I'll go on with this body, and pass to the grave, 1322|Thus and now, now death is near, 1322|Passing to the grave so beautiful, 1322|To you now and you to them, 1322|For yours and your part, for me, me, me. 1322|When he goes, then there's death, death. 1322|When dying is, then there's death, death. 1322|While the sun went down, the night was dark, 1322|While the moon went up, there was no moon, 1322|There was no wind, no tree, there was no bird, 1322|There was no light in any place but here ======================================== SAMPLE 39810 ======================================== 17448|There, like a lamb, I'd run awa an' never see 17448|A woman lookin' up to a man like me. 17448|"Ye'll think I'll never trust men again, 17448|An' that I'll meet an' greet 'em on my homeward way, 17448|But the first thing I mind is my auld white wig, 17448|An' that I'll trust an' greet 'em on my homeward way. 17448|"I never grudged a bonnie lassie her smile 17448|Till I'd got my old white wig on, an' she'd been dead; 17448|An' the next thing I mind I've got a new white gown 17448|On my grand mornin' in the blossom o' my braw! 17448|"Then I'm never trustin' men wi' 'em on their way 17448|When they'd got a load o' bonnie lasses in their pack; 17448|To think o' what they're goin' to experience when, 17448|I've taen a wife--an' I've got a new wife to bring!" 17448|This is all I have to say. 17448|To the north of the hill a bird's nest lies snug, 17448|In the shelter o' the blossom-covered thorn, 17448|And the bonnie wee bud 'mang the briars o' the briar 17448|Has nae leave o' kin to raisin' its yellow young. 17448|The bonnie wee bud looks up to the boughs o' life, 17448|It likes to sit wi' a bonnie wee head o' barley; 17448|An' I'm sure it maks for sae sweet a bally baby. 17448|But the bonnie wee bud's in the mood to daunder, 17448|An' take the road aye an' gang awa down the dawin'; 17448|But the bonnie wee bud's wae frae its lanol dank to daur-- 17448|It's daft wi' a' ghaists an' a' ghaistyke ae night. 17448|I've spikin' o' this wee bonnie wee bonnie bud, 17448|An' I'm sure it's daft wi' a' ghaistykes, an' a' in't, 17448|To rowin' nae more o' my dear lassie's face: 17448|Let a' the warld's wealth in hoards wither, 17448|Let a' the warld's wealth in hoards wither, 17448|And bring them fair to the grave o' her who rests! 17448|When summer leaves are wet wi' dew, 17448|And when summer winds are sad, 17448|When summer burs are yellow an' old, 17448|And autumn tans, sae gentle an' sae fu', 17448|Are gone wi' carelessness as air; 17448|When nature's kindly buds an' blossoms scatters, 17448|And summer's sunny days are over, 17448|Bid the hale round a' things keep, by an' by: 17448|It's ae summer afternoon and autumn is at an end. 17448|'Tis Autumn weary that I wander'd away 17448|A weary time with me. 17448|Its breath was cool, it was chill, 17448|My heart was weary; 17448|All the world wore out, as a palm wesei 17448|That never had seen the sun. 17448|It is the last sad hour! 'Tis the last sad hour. 17448|We are a' wede awa,' sang awa. 17448|Oh, sad and wae 17448|For the day that lost its toils. 17448|Oh, sad and wae 17448|For the day that lost its toils. 17448|It is the last sad hour. 'Tis the last sad hour, 17448|We are a' wede awa', sung awa. 17448|Bye, wee 'boon 17448|Is awa to me! 17448|'Twas a dreary day to greet ye on the way; 17448|But oh! the beauty o' the dear old Scottish sky 17448|Is a' that I wish it could be. 17448|It ======================================== SAMPLE 39820 ======================================== 42058|Of all the people there. 42058|Yet, though so small a thing was he, 42058|He held up in happy mood, 42058|Laughing with all his might, 42058|The happy smiles and tearless eyes, 42058|The light within his breast, 42058|The glad, far-away sighs, 42058|And life upon his tongue. 42058|And so he lived and loved, 42058|The poor old man of song, 42058|As happy as a king 42058|In those days of merry June 42058|In the sunny olden time;-- 42058|'Twas said the fairest man alive 42058|Had never lived since time began. 42058|O sad old tale! 42058|There are men yet from the farthest West, 42058|Whose fathers sailed with buccaneers, 42058|And learned their piracy from the books 42058|Of al2 belTibb'. Yet this old story's true, 42058|And tells us all that ever was seen, 42058|Or ever shall be seen. 42058|And I will tell thee of a man 42058|Whose eyes were very dark, 42058|And all his other friends were not 42058|The same he was, but a different. 42058|And now, as he was growing old, 42058|And seeing nothing but the sea, 42058|And trees, and ships, and sands, 42058|A woman of the road to town 42058|Came walking by, and suddenly 42058|Her face grew bright, and she was speech: 42058|"How now, my child?--What brings thee here, 42058|That look of grief and woe? 42058|I never saw a happier face, 42058|Or ne'er was gladder in my life." 42058|"O mother, give me leave"--he said, 42058|"To go and tell my father; 42058|And tell his aged heart again 42058|Of me, and his distress." 42058|Her voice was weak, and in her face 42058|Deaf and sad were thoughts that beat, 42058|And in her heart were fancies wild 42058|And strange. 42058|It seemed and seemed she never heard 42058|The answer of the father; 42058|And yet she would have let him go, 42058|But that the merchant said: 42058|"Away, away, I say, 42058|She will not wear a man." 42058|He went his way, and there was nought 42058|That ever moved among the ships, 42058|And on the sea-cliffs, 42058|And in the green places, 42058|The man had all alone, 42058|The man was left alone, 42058|And there was nought but silence 42058|Save for the swell of the sea. 42058|No ship returned from Scotland since. 42058|And this is all they knew 42058|Of the sad old story: 42058|That a woman walked alone 42058|In the last land he espied; 42058|That there might be no more to tell, 42058|And that the seamen all had gone 42058|To the other side of the world, 42058|To the other home he knew. 42058|She had made him a very grave 42058|And heavy love, that she 42058|Would leave him alone there, 42058|With the sea-cliff rocks behind, 42058|And the long, lone, sad sea. 42058|A stone upon the sea. 42058|"_How could I have forgotten, child, that you were kind to me, 42058|If you had not forgotten my mother and my father, as well? 42058|If you had not forgotten me, when I was lying half asleep, 42058|But kept on telling me stories that I could not remember. 42058|And now--you could not stay, and keep me smiling while I cried-- 42058|No, not if you wished to keep me happy. 42058|I--I was too happy with what you told me, and to keep you 42058|Long as you wished to keep me happy. 42058|And so I left you with nothing but a stone between us, 42058|And I am glad but very sad; for I would ======================================== SAMPLE 39830 ======================================== 26333|He held the hilt and pommel, 26333|And his beard and teeth and hair-- 26333|He was old and bald with use, 26333|But he did not look or age. 26333|I walked in the garden, 26333|And the roses were wet; 26333|I walked in the parlor, 26333|And the paper was wet; 26333|I walked by the fireplace 26333|And the smoke was smothery, 26333|But I was calm and happy 26333|With my playfellows at home; 26333|For a boy's heart is always merry, 26333|And a maid's heart is always gay, 26333|And a king's is ever full of glee, 26333|And a peasant's heart is free. 26333|She is not the first, 26333|Nor yet the last 26333|One of the lovely girls 26333|To be blest, 26333|But a glorious, blooming 26333|Summer, when the sun 26333|Shines on the sea, 26333|And the waves on the shore. 26333|Oh, I would be 26333|Where the roses blow, 26333|Lonely on the sea, 26333|Or in the garden grass, 26333|Where the daisies grow. 26333|In the kingdom of Palemee, 26333|Under the palm-trees on the lea, 26333|A little house did I see; 26333|I went inside and saw 26333|There were maids there sweeter than 26333|An English violet or blue. 26333|The night was warm and the cock crew, 26333|And the moon shone out like the day: 26333|The house sat with the main yard wet; 26333|The maids were in their bowery bowers. 26333|My heart it was a-dancepin', 26333|And my head it was o'ercast; 26333|So in they strode out with a jest, 26333|And in I stepped in the cold. 26333|No lamp after dark did fly, 26333|No lantern in the gloom; 26333|Only the shapes that dance 26333|Around a black and not too bright fire, 26333|With the shadows black, 26333|Around a black and not too bright fire. 26333|By the bed they made, under the blankets, 26333|They took each other's hands, 26333|And they whispered each other's secrets, 26333|And all the time I pitied my love. 26333|For sometimes he would sit down, 26333|And play with my brown curls, 26333|And sometimes he would slide his hand 26333|Under my beanie hat, 26333|And start up my brown curls again. 26333|Sometimes he would lean forward, 26333|And flick his thumb 26333|Over my beanie hat, 26333|And start up my brown curls again. 26333|And always before he kissed me 26333|He made a wish. 26333|But I wished, instead, he would depart, 26333|Before I got to school; 26333|And when I got to school I sat down 26333|By my father's chair. 26333|And when I sat there, cradle-like, 26333|I made a prayer to-day. 26333|Then I went and rang the bell; 26333|But when the bell rang out, 26333|I wish I hadn't wished, for to-day 26333|I wished my dearest love would stay. 26333|The wind was in the chimney, 26333|The rain was on the window-pane; 26333|They stood there without the candle 26333|In a sweet dreamy sleep. 26333|Then up and spoke the cook-- 26333|Said: "My child, I can't go 26333|To-night because of the weather. 26333|I am afraid the rain will stop, 26333|Or else the clouds will rise. 26333|We have had some rain already 26333|So very long ago." 26333|And the maid--she did not speak, 26333|But she was thinking of him-- 26333|She went up the garden path 26333|And sought the bookcase. 26333|"O, there is lot ======================================== SAMPLE 39840 ======================================== 29345|"It's a good thing to be here to-day." 29345|He sat there, and didn't speak for hours: 29345|He never smiled, nor asked a question. 29345|Then, with a slow and reluctant breath, 29345|He folded himself and closed his eyes. 29345|"And now," he whispered, "she's going to come 29345|To the place where we were playing, you know. 29345|It's nothing new!" 29345|"I was just trying to make it seem 29345|So very strange that I don't know 29345|If that's what this means. 29345|"'Twas my fault, anyway. 29345|Well, here's a letter back, and a kiss." 29345|He folded his arms and leaned against a heap 29345|Of pictures, by a sheet thrown over all 29345|Of that old old wooden cabinet, 29345|As it once was hung with, picture by picture, 29345|The pictures of his darling wives. 29345|He rested his hand upon them, softly set 29345|And shook the hand of his dear, dear wife. 29345|"Well, my dear, what is it to you?" 29345|She was coming over hill and meadow, 29345|Up and down and round about, 29345|And the long, long days were coming again 29345|With the noise of their wheels coming by. 29345|"I should like to put my hand 29345|In yours!"--And the picture shut away. 29345|So he watched them as they went? 29345|"Well, so be it! But surely you'll not mind me 29345|If you have something to do...." 29345|"I didn't know you were coming," he said, and then, 29345|Seeing that his wife was starting up 29345|And half in tears and half on laughter, 29345|He gave her one of those few good looks 29345|We've never had, but that never hurts 29345|If you can laugh after." 29345|She sat in her chair, 29345|With her legs crossed and her arm outstretched. 29345|Her eyes were wide and she had the air 29345|Of someone who's tried, but can't make it wise. 29345|And she said in a voice that wasn't hers, 29345|"This is a pretty place to-day! 29345|I never saw room like it, by the bye, 29345|If my good wife is so glad to see 29345|And my little girl--to me that's all." 29345|She looked, and her face was a ghostly blank. 29345|"I'm glad to see a neighbor like you 29345|So good at what he knows, and so nice, 29345|And so good looking and so pretty and small-- 29345|But I'm glad a neighbor like you is here.... 29345|You don't look at me," she said; "you don't! 29345|You're being all kinds of weird and weirdly bright, 29345|And--I feel sick, I'm afraid! I know 29345|That the little kid needs my help a lot-- 29345|But she needs it not so much.... 29345|And why-- 29345|A woman's eyes!"--And my heart was torn asunder 29345|To have anything to do with it. 29345|I wanted her, and I made her, sure, 29345|In a funny way. I wanted to make her mine 29345|For the sake of having her home again, 29345|But how--how I managed it I never saw._ 29345|Then her eyes grew dim, and the room became dark. 29345|And I went indoors, with a rush and a shriek 29345|A while ago when she laughed so, and said, 29345|In a way I could understand: "Come here!" 29345|And I turned to go with her, but there she turned 29345|And she turned in the doorway at me like stone, 29345|And her hands fell, and I found the room was dark-- 29345|Dark as when she laughed there first."_ 29345|And I tried to be kind, 29345|So that she seemed nice to me 29345|And kind to herself, and she was kind. 29345|But my work seemed to hurt her, and her hands ======================================== SAMPLE 39850 ======================================== 1287|The words and the signs of the Lord! 1287|Thine oath shall the holy spirit withstand, 1287|The blessed word of thy Lord be not void. 1287|Laudate salutem. 1287|With the Holy Word that God is not lost, 1287|And thou wilt prove him, the Righteous One! 1287|From the Father, and from the Almighty One, 1287|In the house of the Eternal One, 1287|Shall thy name and thy praise be heard, 1287|And every good will made perfect! 1287|So my voice, then, shall cry unto thee, 1287|The living One, the one Eternal! 1287|And thy glory, too, shall be made clear!" 1287|Henceforth I follow the Will supreme, 1287|Who has the will, and who has power, 1287|And with his holy Word I will 1287|Thus proclaim him, and his message 1287|To thee in this wise will I utter,-- 1287|The Lord, with the Father, with the rest,-- 1287|The Son of man, our Goodness' Head, 1287|Who hath the Heaven of Heaven won, 1287|Will grant that thy soul be made pure, 1287|And from all sin and every stain 1287|Take the living spirit straightway!" 1287|Now I follow the Word supreme, 1287|Who has the will, and who has power, 1287|And with his sacred Word I hear 1287|From Heaven's Fountain-head in the sky, 1287|The message of the Eternal One,-- 1287|The Son of man, our Goodness' Head. 1287|Hail, Holy One! Hail to Thee! 1287|Hail to thee! Hail to Thee, 1287|Lord divine! 1287|Hail to thee! Hail to thee! 1287|Hail, holy one! Hail to thee! 1287|Hail, Almighty One! 1287|Who can tell a blessing 1287|So good in heart and mind? 1287|Thou, Lord, who rulest heaven, 1287|By thy great power 1287|Hast given us 1287|To bring down 1287|In the grace and love 1287|Of our Lord, 1287|Hail to the Lord 1287|Hail to the Lord, he who gives, 1287|Hail to the Lord, he who gives; 1287|Hail to the Lord, 1287|Hail, Hail to Thee! 1287|Lord of lords! Now my heart 1287|Thou, too, dost see, 1287|And thy face, that evermore 1287|Hast seen through many a long night 1287|To this day. 1287|And that eye, which evermore 1287|Shalt look upon my tears 1287|And be witness 1287|Of the hope and the peace 1287|In Thy goodness' eyes, 1287|While my life was in my sight, 1287|On yonder shore!-- 1287|And the man 1287|That ever hath held me fast, 1287|When my spirit was in thrall, 1287|Was thy Love, O my Lord! 1287|And this holy 1287|And eternal 1287|And glorious 1287|And everlasting 1287|And ever-happening 1287|And precious joy 1287|That from earth is descending 1287|Is thy joy. 1287|And I say unto thee, 1287|While I call to thee to lead me on 1287|With the voice and with the hand, 1287|That my spirit can't start but rise to thee! 1287|Oh, the life is so sweet, I feel so free, 1287|I drink it flowing,--and I go 1287|To seek for the heavenly-day, 1287|If it e'er appear. 1287|"In the form of a bird, 1287|Its form is so beautiful!" 1287|Said the girl to her boy, 1287|And he gave her a pen to write in. 1287|And she wrote these some lines of sweetest sound, 1287|To make the birds their song to repeat; 1287|When the breeze that shook the buds, 1287|With its notes came on once more. ======================================== SAMPLE 39860 ======================================== 29993|We see them every day 29993|From the windows of homes 29993|We hear them from the floor; 29993|And our minds make them as real 29993|As the figures round the clock 29993|That tell how long it is 29993|Since the sun went down. 29993|The light goes out in the east, 29993|The clock is silent; 29993|The light is dim with dew, 29993|And the clock itself has stopped 29993|Upon the word that was spoken 29993|In the days that are not remembered. 29993|Yet the sun goes down to set 29993|Forever for the world 29993|When this world is dead-- 29993|Oh for ever and forever! 29993|Ah! where are you now, my love, 29993|In any new land or time,-- 29993|In any land or time. 29993|I hear the light of your cottage 29993|From the hills afar, 29993|And the sound of the wind among the trees, 29993|And the bird from heaven above; 29993|I hear the voice of your lover, 29993|When his feet he meet: 29993|I see the little river, dim 29993|With trees and grass and flowers. 29993|I see your little house beyond, 29993|And by the shore I see 29993|The birches' stars, and the fishes' shadows, 29993|And long reeds sighing. 29993|The water's white, it leaps between 29993|The rushes on the hill; 29993|The trees are made of crystal, 29993|And the stars are moving in rhyme. 29993|I hear the birds and bees in the fields; 29993|I see the birds and beasts in the woods, 29993|I see the sea, and its mighty floods 29993|And its great rivers that rush by me. 29993|And I hear all sounds that ever were, 29993|And ever shall be, 29993|But never seen or known, before 29993|By eyes that have not looked on it. 29993|I see the dead in their garments 29993|Of garments of the sun; 29993|And they, long dead and gone, are gathered 29993|To the tomb that is built above them. 29993|The white waves are laughing, and breaking; 29993|The hills are filled with sleep. 29993|My love! I have not called you to me. 29993|The earth does not answer my call. 29993|I hear your voice, but I cannot tell 29993|Where it may be going, or coming; 29993|I am so tired of her dull answer, 29993|Of all she does or does not say. 29993|I do not hear your voice again. 29993|Your face is hidden from me. 29993|I saw your face, but your voice 29993|Has not called to me, 29993|I have not turned to my side to hear 29993|Your story of how I should be. 29993|There are no more ships than birds to bring 29993|My love of songs; I can see 29993|At noon, by the window, 29993|The clouds on the billow breaking and bright 29993|And darkling into shape; 29993|And I know that the birds I used to sing 29993|Are silent now from the sky. 29993|The song-birds they have flown, 29993|The thrushes, the linnets, they have flown, 29993|But my love shall come again. 29993|My love is far away, 29993|My life is not here at my side and here, 29993|Where I would be, my life; 29993|And there is no light to bring 29993|My life to me to-night. 29993|You have told me strange stories of a dead 29993|Sweet soul within a living body grown, 29993|Dead and warm like a fire, warm as a star, 29993|Wearing in its hands, holding the fragrance of the world, 29993|And the world's heart as a bride, living as fire and flame, 29993|And the world's heart, and the world's flame, 29993|And the world's fire, and the world's heart. 29993|And yet I did not think that my soul could feel a ======================================== SAMPLE 39870 ======================================== 1568|The old man's eyes are open 1568|As in life, to see all; 1568|And the old man in his heart, 1568|If he sees at all. 1568|And I hear the bell-bird through the trees, 1568|Wakened by the rain, 1568|That tells to passing traffic 1568|Each new day has seen 1568|And the old man in his heart 1568|For the man in the world, 1568|If again and again 1568|He were seen or not. 1568|He looks as though the old man is dead. 1568|If he were living it were strange; 1568|He is alive, you may be sure, 1568|For the spirit of men is strong, 1568|And he knows the soul of him is sweet - 1568|So that, if he should die, 1568|How can I forget him not 1568|In the light of the years, or how 1568|I must dwell with the old man? 1568|In the light of the years and the green, 1568|Where he is resting now; 1568|And the old man, with his heart of wood, 1568|For his sweet life is sweet . . . 1568|When I was young, I had a dream - 1568|I dream that, some day, I must die, 1568|And that the earth should bring me 1568|One last, sweet, life as though there were no pain; 1568|And all the flowers of earth 1568|Would bloom with the very dews of God . . . 1568|I have not slept on this, and do not dream, 1568|And yet I am dreaming, and I have dream; 1568|The earth is smiling from the lips of heaven, 1568|Is my dream - and where are you? 1568|But as all things that age brings 1568|Are only a dream of the old 1568|If you should hear their sound 1568|You would wake in a cry of despair 1568|(All that is left, grown old), 1568|You would look with a glazed and frightened eye 1568|In a dream, that you have dreamed! 1568|But for a long, long winter now, 1568|The old man's heart is sad . . . 1568|With a broken song between the hours 1568|The old man's voice is soft: 1568|"It was all so gay 1568|A little while ago 1568|O, we were young to-day, 1568|Oh, we were happy . . . 1568|"And now we are old . . . 1568|And every flower 1568|Is sad, and tired, and old, 1568|And every man who loved us did 1568|The old man sits in the chair 1568|The old man's hands are warm 1568|The old man opens his mind, 1568|No dreamer's dream to cast; 1568|He is old as the world, no doubt, 1568|But wise, and full of thought 1568|As all wise men are; and, if you doubt it, 1568|Look at his hair. 1568|The old man sees through all you do - 1568|All that you say or do . . . 1568|And he is right. If he said this once, 1568|You'll believe it never again. 1568|But if he never said it, I say, 1568|And if, in utter prayer, 1568|You should still doubt this, no more, 1568|Be thankful that you're not old! 1568|The old man's eyes are blue 1568|And his mouth is white, 1568|And his name is Smith, 1568|And he sits at home, 1568|And a hand on the door is all he knows. 1568|He has lived all his life, 1568|He has never changed - 1568|The old man sits at home . . . 1568|In the town where the flowers are white 1568|The old man says: 'The time's at hand, 1568|O, it is come. 1568|The time for old men to live 1568|Is at hand.' 1568|The old man lifts his eyes 1568|With a look of wistfulness, 15 ======================================== SAMPLE 39880 ======================================== 4654|And the fountains in the valleys, 4654|And the bays, 4654|And the groves 4654|On which the fountains are overflowing 4654|With the wine of Chillon. 4654|"O mighty Chillon! 4654|O thou mighty flower of Spring! 4654|The time, my friend, is short. 4654|The hour is come, when a heart of spring 4654|Desires to sigh her fill. 4654|O come at morning, thou darling boy, 4654|For now 'tis time 4654|To play in the verdant meadows, and be 4654|The herald that shall greet 4654|The dawn of the third morning!" 4654|On an Eastern terrace--by a fountain 4654|Which runs into a verdant meadow-- 4654|He dallied with a maid of fair estate 4654|Among the violets. 4654|They fell in love as mortals love, 4654|For each a lovelier lass, she said, 4654|And love is but the evanescent gleam 4654|Of a first sight--a glimpse from the far away. 4654|She did not tell him--her secret love was nigh, 4654|And the truth came to him in that maiden's eyes: 4654|The future of their future in that meadow flower 4654|He told--his own future--and why the violets 4654|Desert him now. 4654|But he would not believe her--he would not heed her 4654|Lest he should spoil her loveliness-- 4654|Fearing that his own future, with its promise, 4654|Should fail to come true. 4654|In the autumn he was seen by a maiden 4654|Of fair aspect and haughty aspect, 4654|Of whom the world was told by one she wooed 4654|In a garbled language; 4654|For a garbled tongue of her she gave to him, 4654|And he heard what she had heard not always. 4654|For she told him, and he heard her speak, 4654|How that from her vinous temple came 4654|A scent of incense. 4654|And she asked him wherefore that perfume 4654|Was given to him in such a vain guise. 4654|And he answered, "Because that I am sick, 4654|And the odour of thy garden is sweet, 4654|Because thy flowers are fair and lovely, 4654|I have brought them here, and to their beauty 4654|Have given a mantle woven from the lilies; 4654|Since they are not yet fair, this odour 4654|Passeth unseen." 4654|"And what is thy name?"-- 4654|"I am Yguleshan--in days of yore, 4654|For my own people I was called Ygulehan, 4654|And that is why thou seemest now to grieve." 4654|"Hast thou a brother in the land of Greece, 4654|Of whom thou speakest to us thus unkindly? 4654|Hast thou a sister in the land of Greece? 4654|Hast thou an uncle in the land of Greece? 4654|And yet I find in all thy speech 4654|A sneer of scorn; 4654|For thou lookest on me 4654|As a father might on a child." 4654|When the morning dawned, 4654|The man began to smile, 4654|And asked the maiden, in a kindly voice, 4654|How he had come to this very point. 4654|"In yonder cavern 'mid the fountains of air 4654|I wandered one day; 4654|A vision I beheld of fair-haired maidens 4654|And of young men valiant; 4654|Like soldiers they were clad, and round their sides 4654|Their spears were gleaming bright. 4654|They bore on their heads 4654|A crown of stars, 4654|And their white cloaks of purple sheen 4654|Outroofed with golden sheen. 4654|"We walked a space, 4654|A while I went, 4654|And lo! an end of the journey lay; 4654|My horse and I are lying. 4654| ======================================== SAMPLE 39890 ======================================== 1365|A woman with her hand laid on my head and her face all aglow, 1365|I would not have taken her at all in that strange, wild hour; 1365|Therefore I thank her, she is the one for me and my people. 1365|She will do well, as the old women say, for a womanhead,-- 1365|It's not a crime to be kind to the only children of women 1365|That I have left to me, and my wife. 1365|The day you bring my wife to me, when I go down to the river, 1365|I will bring back my girl and my goodwife too and call them 1365|"Away they flew like arrows to my ship," cried one of our men; 1365|But the ship was a long ways from the town, and the wind was a 1365|tremendous hurricane, that the people of our town were within, 1365|Away they flew like arrows till it was a very shoal of fishes, 1365|Then they all went down at once without speaking a word to us, 1365|They were all coming from fifty miles away. 1365|When the ship comes back and we are all together 1365|And I sit in the stern of my ship and look at the shining bows, 1365|And all my eyes are filled with tears and memory and horror, 1365|Then I think of the dear old home, it is long ago, 1365|It has long since been changed and deserted; all our people 1365|And all our children who are gone into the devil's land, 1365|And I think of my little one who cried for me and clung to me, 1365|And cried for his mother, who clung to her for her dear sake. 1365|We had many children, my mother and I, but only one only, 1365|She who was so true to me till her life left me desolate, 1365|My little one, who was cradled beside me on my knee. 1365|She is long dead, and I live in the town by the sea, 1365|And pray to the Lord that she rest here in her heavenly home, 1365|That the waters of the deep may wash her from off my heart, 1365|And I pray that she kneel and kiss me in the morning, 1365|And that God grant me, in all the coming ages, 1365|A little child, a faithful child to follow after, 1365|A child in whom the heart shall not ache nor fret, 1365|A little child, a faithful child to love and obey, 1365|A child upon a father's breast to be forever blest. 1365|THE LION KING with his friends 1365|Was lying at rest by the side of a stream, 1365|And the soft light of the morning noon 1365|Filled his little heart with a blithe content. 1365|He had seen the wild-boar and the tiger come 1365|Athwart the forest, and on the hill, 1365|And had heard the horned and solitary wren 1365|Sing in the elms, and the kestrel cry, 1365|And had dreamed of a time when his life should be free 1365|And his body grow and his soul be one 1365|With the rolling of great waves in the sky, 1365|Like the waves of the wide Indian seas, 1365|Or the billows of the northern lights. 1365|And even he, so patient and so mild 1365|As to feel that all things made of air 1365|Were being born in his little room, 1365|Was but a simple child at heart. 1365|And, as the shadows of evening fell, 1365|His happy face in a happy mirth 1365|Rose above the crowd of his friends, 1365|And greeted and welcomed in glad mood 1365|All of them back, a grateful crowd. 1365|Then he turned to his garden dark, 1365|And the soft light above it shone, 1365|And the wild flowers in the upper bower 1365|Waned and grew beside his feet, and rose 1365|To fill the room with a perfume rare, 1365|And a voice that rang like the church-bell knell: 1365|"My garden is full of roses now; 1365|I cannot choose but pick and eat 1365|All of the bunch-shaped ======================================== SAMPLE 39900 ======================================== 16376|The air; the sun's white face, 16376|And your mouth--which was more sweet 16376|Than love in any strait; 16376|And your eyes--that had a charm 16376|As sweet as ever can be; 16376|And your lips--the love-lighted lamp 16376|Within those lips of yours. 16376|And the voice that sang of the heart's deep thrill, 16376|And the voice that sang of the life at risk,-- 16376|The voice that sang of the hope beyond the grave,-- 16376|Voice that sang of the joys that might be; 16376|The voice that sang of a life that was brave! 16376|And the voice that sang of the death before, 16376|And the life that must be--and the soul--of the rest. 16376|A voice--I cannot say it--but you gave it 16376|A voice that was not of the flesh and the blood, 16376|And I will take it from out the heart 16376|And lay it at your feet. 16376|"I do not feel again to the day 16376|That I have loved you, for it seems long ago-- 16376|Long ago!--when our souls came out together, 16376|And the world's passion-tongues were far apart!-- 16376|When we both looked on Death, in the silent streets 16376|That we had watched together. 16376|You and I,--at first so blank and still, 16376|In the great silence, and the great unknown, 16376|Till the moment that Death's touch laid our flesh 16376|Asleep upon one another's.-- 16376|But now--what is the day? what is man? 16376|I and you, whose lives may be as short as is 16376|The length of the brief lives of these earth-worms. 16376|And, when both are made to understand, 16376|Will it be long after we shall be gone 16376|What things are left us, and what things as yet 16376|For a moment seem not to concern us; 16376|What men did and what things will be done 16376|In the world-wide watches we must pass through; 16376|What lives lost, what lives yet to be, 16376|And what new lives to be lost again, 16376|The world that we have lived in and shall pass through. 16376|When all is done, and through the eyes of years 16376|Life shines upon the memory-book, 16376|The pages of our lives are blank and bland, 16376|And the book at last is finished, and the page 16376|Unrolled for ever stands deserted; 16376|But the lines of blankness will fall there, blank and bland, 16376|On the pages, by us writ, unread, 16376|When we have closed the book and turned the key, 16376|And closed the windows inward. 16376|The sun sinks down behind the western cliffs, 16376|The air grows chill, the little leaves stick together, 16376|Sticking together, so they say, to the morn 16376|In the biting cold of the sky. 16376|It is the long, long evening, and the moon 16376|Rises above the dark with the dark in her grip, 16376|And the leaves stick together, so they say, 16376|And the great wind stoops to the windpoles. 16376|The sky is overcast, the air is chill, 16376|The little leaves stick together on the hill, 16376|Sticking together, so they say, to the morn 16376|In the biting cold of the sky. 16376|The gale blows up behind the cliffs, it blows 16376|And blows a chilly wind behind the moors, 16376|But not to-night; the dark is close and clear 16376|And yet the windpoles stand together, stand 16376|To the dark in cold and wind and sky: 16376|But no longer it blows and blows and sings, 16376|It stands a moment still and then is gone. 16376|O windpoles, little things, white, all out of place, 16376|Why stand you there securely done and bolted? 16376|Why stand you there, the grey wind, caressing, kissing, 16376|And then at last caressing you ======================================== SAMPLE 39910 ======================================== 1568|As the birds in the air-globe, 1568|And the water-lily fair, 1568|Woo and flutter and dance. 1568|They are floating and leaping 1568|Like leaves on a summer-storm: 1568|They are soft and beautiful 1568|In the wind's perfume. 1568|Now the moon is in the sky, 1568|And in the silence and the stars, 1568|And the sea-breeze and the starry: 1568|Now the stars are on the sea, 1568|And the moon is on the sky: 1568|The wind lifts a rippling, rattle 1568|On the back of the wing. 1568|I am the wind and you - 1568|The star on the midnight sky, 1568|Where the sea-wind in silence is blowing 1568|'Neath the moon. 1568|We are only the sea-winds, 1568|We who make the sky to ring 1568|With notes of pleasure and pain, 1568|The rain-wind on your eyelids, 1568|The wind-tug on your breasts. 1568|They are flying together, 1568|The wind and you in a dance - 1568|The moon in a ripple of splendor 1568|And the wind-light on your eyes! 1568|We are only the wind-steam - 1568|The star on the midnight sky, 1568|Where the sunset's crimson glows in the mist 1568|With a gleam of our light. 1568|Oh, it's one with the moon 1568|And the roses under the sea - 1568|The wind's faint heart to the bosom of night's and the moon's, 1568|And the stars' 1568|flare. 1568|She walks with you in the garden, 1568|She smiles at the roses she loves: 1568|There's something half-reprobative in the light they throw 1568|About the way they grew. 1568|The roses smile at her they love; 1568|It's all too bad they're half dead. 1568|What did she know of the ways of man, 1568|And the lies she dreamed that she knew? 1568|She is one with the flowers and the sun, 1568|But she knows better than any 1568|Of the flowers and the sun. 1568|When her mother looked up in the night 1568|Warm on the cradle where the tiny boy 1568|Lay like a rosebud breathing, 1568|She turned back the doorway wide and deep 1568|And watched him as he wistfully 1568|Sank into sleep, a trembling shape 1568|That seemed a rose at rest. 1568|She has seen him smile on her many times: 1568|He is a rose: what matters how? 1568|The rose is a star. 1568|The light on her eyelids is strange: 1568|The mother always knew him rose, 1568|Because he was so lovely and bright, 1568|And the little cradle was so dear. 1568|He is so beautiful in the dark. 1568|What can she know of the ways of men, 1568|But the light that makes her eyes blind? 1568|She's a rose that died. 1568|They are flying through the twilight, 1568|They are dancing by the fire, 1568|And the wind in the branches murmurs 1568|And the little flowers that blow 1568|Are all talking to each other, 1568|And laughing at the twilight 1568|In a little star-kissed valley. 1568|The little star-loved valley 1568|Is like the sky above her, 1568|And the little flower-blossoms 1568|Smile at the tears we shed 1568|For the little rose she dreamed. 1568|And a star shone out to welcome her, 1568|And the little star-bud bore 1568|Rose-hats made of rose-bud-leaf, 1568|And a star-crown of light. 1568|The sky is a mirror 1568|Of her face: the valley 1568|A place for her wreath. 1568|Her little face is here: she cannot go 1568|To the gardens where ======================================== SAMPLE 39920 ======================================== 1365|They are the gods of the place, O Death! 1365|Who have come down from his palace-halls; 1365|They have pierced through all the flesh and bone 1365|Of this fair city and left there the dead! 1365|The living are sleeping, the dead are sleeping, 1365|And Death is the last of us to wake. 1365|A word is uttered; it is the last; 1365|Death seems the last of us to wake. 1365|"What?" said an old woman in the house, 1365|"Wilt thou not let the dead go? 1365|No, my dead, 1365|The living, the living are sleeping, 1365|And Death is the last of us to wake." 1365|"Ah, then, I am the last of them!" 1365|Said an old man with a beard, 1365|A-dying for his country, his king. 1365|And the dead old man said, in the dying, 1365|"Thus far we have been faithful; 1365|We saw what we could do, we saw what we 1365|Should do, 1365|And we have been good to our King; 1365|And now, being all awake, we wake 1365|To do him good." 1365|The day was still young, 1365|Cold and fresh it grew; 1365|An old man and a child 1365|They found underneath a tree; 1365|And the old man spoke to the child: 1365|"I am glad I am dead; 1365|For surely if I had lived, 1365|I know that my heart would be here; 1365|I would play awhile with me there!" 1365|The child was silent: 1365|The old man looked at the child, 1365|Till the tears came to his eyes. 1365|"I do not understand," 1365|Said the child, "what you would be: 1365|You seem so wonderful, so young; 1365|But ah, to die here! 1365|"I would go forth to the ends of the earth, 1365|And seek gold and fame from men and dogs; 1365|And bring them back to my hut, and lie 1365|And watch and eat in my corner close. 1365|For I should have many sons and daughters, 1365|And they would love me as they never loved." 1365|So saying, out of the window 1365|He sent the girl. 1365|The old man said, 1365|In a low voice, "Come with me to-morrow!" 1365|And the maiden went, 1365|With his parting hand 1365|Filling the folds of the door. 1365|And they went forth to the country-side, 1365|The sun went down on the horizon; 1365|It rose o'er the mountains, and over the rocks, 1365|And all about them huge spangles of mist 1365|Like the curtains of the South were curled, 1365|And ever they heard the far-off drumming 1365|Of mighty bat-bats in the forests far away. 1365|And as they went on together the air 1365|Was richer, warmer, than at all before; 1365|More bright and fragrant was the sky above; 1365|And the old man sang more lustily, 1365|And his eyes with love and eagerness shone. 1365|But before they came unto the forest, 1365|They found a little crooked bridge, 1365|With thin thin posts nailed together, 1365|And yet it crossed the river. 1365|Then the old man took the child, 1365|And over the bridge he led her; 1365|But they did not return again; 1365|They went into the other stream, 1365|And the little crooked bridge was lost. 1365|Out of the forest into the light 1365|The children sailed away to sea, 1365|And over the waters they swam, and over the deep, 1365|And never were seen them more! 1365|Then a little cottage stood upon the shore, 1365|Silent and empty, and shut in upon the river; 1365|And upon the rocks was lying the body 1365|Of a little girl or boy. 1365|And one morning, gazing out upon ======================================== SAMPLE 39930 ======================================== 3255|That I have heard, which I have seen, which I have seen, 3255|Which I have read, which I have spoken, which I have spoken. 3255|In my last years I was still young and strong, and my thoughts 3255|Were with this woman, not the men of my youth, 3255|As the words I wrote were to this hour; 3255|I have seen now the light of my glory, as the day 3255|Of the soul will dawn some day, 3255|And the light will be all love, as a man's was when first 3255|At the dawn of memory. 3255|The woman whom I loved was not so much of her birth 3255|As the beauty, and that love was not more strong and great 3255|Than a thing can be strong in the hand 3255|Of the child that cannot cry too loud-- 3255|As a rose that cries when the wind throws 3255|Dust upon it in the sun, 3255|As the morning is, in the twilight, to the lover. 3255|But to all men, and my loving lord, 3255|Who have never loved so much as they, 3255|The woman whom I loved was neither a thing that was 3255|To be loved, nor yet to be loved. 3255|Yet the love, the love, I loved that made me, 3255|The love of love and the joy of joy, 3255|And the love, the love, which made thee, 3255|Was love, the love that is in the night! 3255|There lived in the house here 3255|A dear old woman 3255|Until their eyes met 3255|That were like eyes of angels, 3255|And seemed to have the flash of her soul in them! 3255|But she passed away, 3255|So silent and grave, 3255|A voice will never waken, 3255|A word will never speak through the silence. 3255|The grave old woman 3255|Alone lives on, for 3255|A voice will never speak, 3255|And a song never sing through the silence! 3255|She died, and left, 3255|And she passed away, 3255|Alone in the gloom 3255|Of the winter night, when the stars were low 3255|On the dark roof: 3255|But the stars and silence 3255|Alone live on. 3255|(When autumn, a weary leaf, in my arms, 3255|Showers all the flowers it finds therein 3255|With winter's dew.) 3255|No, no, not that old woman in the gloom 3255|Who lives in the heart of the heart! 3255|Though love and the silence and the soul 3255|Alone live on. 3255|Who saw it all o'er - 3255|The evening star 3255|Hung slow on a sunset sky, 3255|The moon to her full, white side 3255|Swayed all that evening: 3255|Who saw it all on the white 3255|Sea tide flowing far 3255|Down from a castle's height 3255|To a valley-shore, 3255|The castle's height, that night when, 3255|The red-roofed night without, 3255|The ghostly dead city lay 3255|Like a thin ghost-city dim, 3255|By a river's brink. 3255|Who saw it all o'er - 3255|The night with no star, 3255|And a moonless sky, - 3255|A river's dark wave, 3255|For a bridge that night 3255|In the dark tower tower. 3255|No, no, not that Old woman on the darkening ground; 3255|I saw it all, and the tears were in my eyes. 3255|O brave old heart and swift, 3255|That knows not sorrow, 3255|And cannot feel the loss 3255|Of anything that it has owned! 3255|Tender was the wreath for her 3255|That hung on her white forehead. 3255|I do not mean to take 3255|Her life away; 3255|And if I might, I would take 3255|That wreath away; 3255|And I might never, never 3255|But for my wife, 3255 ======================================== SAMPLE 39940 ======================================== 35553|At home, I suppose, 35553|Some things I'm better off forgetting. 35553|I've nothing better to do." 35553|"'Tis well," I said in a sympathetic tone; 35553|"I like to think your heart's true-- 35553|But then why do you have to tell me? 35553|"My father was a merchant of the East, 35553|A man who was always looking to do his share; 35553|I think, perhaps, he was always growing rich, 35553|But he had a curious love for a maiden fair." 35553|"I know, I know!" said the dame: 35553|"He says that you've got him in your eye: 35553|But he says only half the truth. 35553|He's always been fond of a maiden fair." 35553|"He does not love me," she exclaimed, 35553|"But he has often talked of my charms; 35553|And I'm always eager to express my thanks, 35553|But he will soon forget his talk. 35553|If he does not like the maiden I see, 35553|He can say so at my coming home." 35553|"You may be right," said I; 35553|"Your father's a kind, good friend; 35553|And I trust he'll kindly hear-- 35553|But why does this dame insist?" 35553|"I'm always coming; though 35553|I wish I could stay!" 35553|"I want you now!" 35553|said I. 35553|"Why, then, the fair of the East!" 35553|"But you are far away; 35553|And your father is always so; 35553|He'd talk to you to-day, I hope." 35553|"The gentleman will hear me, then. 35553|He, at least, will be polite; 35553|And perhaps my presence will please him, 35553|And please those that are near him." 35553|"Oh, come then, and I'll be near," 35553|I said, with a sigh. 35553|"Oh, come, to the house; 35553|I've nothing else to do." 35553|"We'll meet you there, ma'am: 35553|I am longing to speak with you." 35553|"We never meet without, 35553|In fact, I am sure," she cried, 35553|"Before to-day." 35553|"That's very nice of you;" 35553|Said I; "but then 35553|His dress I don't know, 35553|And my skirt seems quite old." 35553|"Then look round you, young lady, 35553|Do not sneer and say I'm old, 35553|For at fifteen years I was made." 35553|"I think it is old, 35553|But I don't care for a new one: 35553|Old suits make one grow old." 35553|"Oh, what should they!" 35553|But I was much too angry to say. 35553|"Are you serious?" she asked; 35553|"I'm sorry you feel that way-- 35553|But, in truth, 35553|You, as I've often said, 35553|Are always the first to try your luck." 35553|"Then go on, my darling," I cried, 35553|"We won't let you say nay, 35553|For to-day, 35553|We hope we shall meet." 35553|But my sister replied, 35553|I am very well pleased; 35553|And said she would stay 35553|To try her luck. 35553|Though 'twas quite late, yet we were both glad 35553|That there was nobody there to meet 35553|The old man's speech; 35553|And she wished she had not been so young, 35553|To make her wish 35553|To make him come. 35553|I wish that every one had a wife 35553|As well as a mother, and never 35553|Had the mind to be so vain; so she 35553|Never would seek 35553|To be unhappy; so would be so 35553|That life would be one long happy dream, 35553|And I should never see his face, 35553|Though I should live and ======================================== SAMPLE 39950 ======================================== 1287|"Whilst I'm gazing, 1287|Pour out the wine! 1287|To the dainties, 1287|To the dainty, 1287|To the light, 1287|The fruitfulness 1287|Of the vine. 1287|"The wine which shall 1287|Make the spirit 1287|To rejoice, 1287|Whirls away the mind 1287|To the stars, with 1287|Harmonious jingle, 1287|In the heavens, 1287|From which thou 1287|Hast been hurl'd 1287|So that now to me 1287|No more thou canst 1287|My thoughts, O wine! 1287|On the earth they're 1287|Toss'd hither, 1287|Which the breeze 1287|Has scatter'd, 1287|And, at every 1287|Shifting change, 1287|Turns round, whirls, 1287|Throbbing away 1287|At the roots, 1287|To the fruit, 1287|To the nectar, 1287|To delicious! 1287|The light, which, 1287|Which is made 1287|Of the sun, 1287|O'er the world 1287|Rests with rapture, 1287|Heralds it, 1287|And proclaims 1287|To the world 1287|The bliss it brings. 1287|Now let's go down 1287|To the world below 1287|With the rest 1287|Of the throng, 1287|And let's find 1287|What they're doing. 1287|What a pleasure 1287|It seems 1287|To be roaming! 1287|And when we're there 1287|To be found 1287|Where's the dance to be? 1287|"O the joys of wine! 1287|I am wild to see 1287|What the fairies 1287|Are up to, 1287|Laughing, spinning, 1287|Dancing so! 1287|While their dancing 1287|Is such 1287|Rhyme,--I 1287|Pray to-night 1287|To the flowers, 1287|Their beauty 1287|Shines with mirth. 1287|But to us 1287|It's sad 1287|To behold them. 1287|But in joy's sight 1287|How can it 1287|Be,--those 1287|Flowers and dew! 1287|There are maidens 1287|Nurturing in their 1287|Maidens' faces 1287|All the fairest 1287|Of the groves! 1287|And a youth, 1287|Crowned with flowers, 1287|On a rosette, 1287|Plaiting garlands, 1287|Waving garlands, 1287|Is a youth; 1287|And they're dancing 1287|Gaily around him, 1287|While their laughter 1287|Rings with glee, 1287|And their speech-- 1287|How shall we know it? 1287|By their smiles! 1287|As we gaze on them 1287|The tears fly fast, 1287|And our spirits shrink, 1287|Hearing them, 1287|And our eyesight. 1287|As we're gazing 1287|On the flowers, 1287|In our bosoms 1287|The breeze is blowing, 1287|And the woods are 1287|All around us. 1287|Now it's singing 1287|To the lark, 1287|Then is waking 1287|From his slumber; 1287|Now the sun 1287|Sets his glorious shining, 1287|Then the night-tide 1287|Minstrels is singing 1287|In the dells, 1287|As they dance, 1287|And they laugh, 1287|And they sing, 1287|So they dance, 1287|And in the hills 1287|We see them, 1287|Dancing so, 1287|Musing so. 1287|Thus we see them, 1287|Thus we hear them, ======================================== SAMPLE 39960 ======================================== 29574|Then bawl forth our woe to all her gospells: 29574|She saide: "By this our scepter, this a bordel 29574|Which thou hast made us, and, by thy grace, 29574|This night thou shalt him with thy bane depart, 29574|And in thy bed: and then thy bane to us 29574|Weave woe, and be our bane. To our great grief 29574|Hath he been foule, and that with him doth live 29574|Doltart on this dill, which we, my self and maid, 29574|Afar have sought to our own desiring eyes." 29574|So she shewd her wailing song. A mangling shriek 29574|She sung, whose words were but to call this moan, 29574|And shew what misery that hath made it pained: 29574|"O Prince of earth, our scepter so to wear, 29574|From me my scepter wast, and that was this: 29574|That from thee grieveth me, that I doe sing. 29574|That from thee grieveth me more then heere 29574|His acts and words, which I did thee devise. 29574|For thou in death, when I am with the dead, 29574|For thee must also grieve, for thou art dead. 29574|For where thy spirit had her home were seen, 29574|His spirit has not that, and therewithal 29574|Fame, and shew her her deeds in thee alone. 29574|For in that life thou hadst some beauty, as we, 29574|But none were found but what to him made good. 29574|For he was foule, and for thy vilenes made, 29574|My deare selfe, in me did live some hopes, 29574|Though all which by him were done, and worth did die. 29574|So that my sorrows, as I sing of thee, 29574|Were in that life with thee the only end; 29574|And for that life and all the next which is, 29574|The same must be. Nay I will not say one doth die, 29574|Because the world doth last, but that the dead 29574|To death doe seeme the fairest. 29574|The world and life must one day all be o're, 29574|When the same laws shall to the world be brought, 29574|And all be drowned in th' abyss of woe. 29574|How so? why then they must so onely be, 29574|Lest all the living, as we prove, be not so. 29574|So if we live, we live not for the sake 29574|Of one or other, but for all th' ills 29574|Of this great rotten world, for each the rest. 29574|We see none live which is not we, none, 29574|And who to him our life doth all betray, 29574|There will he be that to us hath good news. 29574|That will be found out, and what we will find, 29574|Is that we live not for ourselves, but they. 29574|And what are all these teares and soules of woe 29574|That we here strew on the earth, but to command 29574|In death, or rather all those souls in hell? 29574|All those whose paines are for ever, will no more 29574|Expect from this earth, but for their last good. 29574|Thou art the man, whose faultless wordes do lie, 29574|Of whom each word is to be read, to find 29574|Each lie most plainly, which was hurtfull to them: 29574|Thy words of joyance (say I) do all at once 29574|To them, and us, the sad teares answer. 29574|O faire, faire rose of beautie and grace, 29574|With fairer beautie, with graces on thy head, 29574|Be not the less fair, but let thy forehead bee 29574|More bright then they: and let thy redolence, 29574|That can make death of others, ere thou sitt'st there 29574|(My heart shall wait), my body let not I suffer, 29574|Dread thing I know thee to be, if ======================================== SAMPLE 39970 ======================================== 1280|They are all right now, I know; 1280|They are all so very glad of me that I feel sorry for them. 1280|How many times have you been here, and given tea and tea- 1280|misunderstood? 1280|But, alas, I'll have you to know 1280|I have always behaved--except for the last five years. 1280|You will wonder just what I think. 1280|I don't know all the reasons, but the truth is I think 1280|you would have behaved at least the same way, when Bill Clinton 1280|served as President to Henry Clinton. 1280|It's just as you see it, 1280|The other day. 1280|How many times have you been here, and given tea and tea- 1280|misunderstood? 1280|I do not need to tell you that there's a million more times 1280|another reason why. 1280|But what did I see in the faces of the people 1280|that I gave tea and tea- 1280|What did I see when I went up to St. Cecily, 1280|a girl with eyes 1280|like the sea, 1280|her hair all tangled up, and her feet to the toes, 1280|I did not know in what place the name of St. Cecily 1280|came, but she looked more like a witch. I know 1280|it's very cruel to cut eyes and teeth. 1280|What did I see when I went home, all alone 1280|with a girl with blue eyes, 1280|dark hair, and hands like ash, as strong as a tree, 1280|a voice in my ears. 1280|I went to see the man to say something, and 1280|I tried to say: 1280|"What are you wearing? 1280|You talk so cool; 1280|I see why you are so famous to all the people. 1280|What are you wearing? 1280|A great big orange. 1280|A man that is famous, don't you know, 1280|has a great big orange in his hat as if he were cutting wood?" 1280|What did I see when I went into the kitchen, 1280|with the orange on the head of the lad I was trying to 1280|give tea to? 1280|And what did I see when I came back up to my room? 1280|I heard a lot of talking, talking, 1280|and drinking tea. 1280|It was a beautiful, good day. 1280|When people gave me a drink I was happy and thought 1280|I had done a good deed 1280|And I got to stand on the top of the old building. 1280|I am not going to be a poet any more. 1280|I am not going to be a hero any more. 1280|I am not going to become like other people; 1280|but I think that I am rather more like a friend. 1280|I am sorry that I came. 1280|I want to be quiet and shy, 1280|And have no smile on my face. 1280|I would not stand on the top of the roof 1280|With my face facing down. 1280|I want to be silent--I am too old, 1280|I am a little lonely man. 1280|And I will not be the laughing boy that I used to be, 1280|But I'm going to wear a long gown. 1280|I am going to a quiet bed and to sleep in a quiet bed, 1280|and I want you to see that it is all right. 1280|I would put the pillows up, and put pillows on, 1280|and I would sit on the edge of the bed, 1280|But what you need is only the corners, 1280|and there are little mattresses lying about; 1280|You can sleep on the floor, if you like, 1280|but please do not disturb me. 1280|I say, just put the pillows down and sleep away there, 1280|and you need only eat the food that is laid out. 1280|Don't be so loud, 1280|and do not disturb me. 1280|He looks at his watch. "Come in here, 1280|"The clock is still ticking." 1280|" ======================================== SAMPLE 39980 ======================================== 1186|Where you have done them. What a joy this 1186|To be a poet of God who can come 1186|And rest upon the pavement of the world 1186|And feel that the poets there are living lives 1186|That are not dull to be loved and known! 1186|Yet I know not, dear one, if these things be 1186|In your life or the world. I would love it 1186|Should I know how, for I have seen you as 1186|A child, when you looked upon your father 1186|With the young joy of his own eyes. He is 1186|Just here, where this day was broken 1186|Into a day for you and only. Love 1186|Breathes you, to you, the sound of his voice 1186|That was like a prayer, and is not spoken. 1186|This day was spoken in the hall of my father. 1186|And the old man was the king's brother. 1186|I know not how this thing is. 1186|I know not if you knew him. 1186|And I knew him. I was his child. 1186|I had grown up with him, 1186|And I had loved him in turn; but when the night 1186|Had brought the day, and the day's heart was dead, 1186|And I was grown to manhood, then my heart 1186|Went crying to him. I sat with him there 1186|In his gray hall. I was a child, but I knew 1186|The beauty and the truth that were in him. 1186|The day, the hour, the day, the voice, and the air. 1186|And my heart and mind were in his. Oh, I was his child, 1186|Oh, my child's dear father! He said to me, 1186|"This day is mine; and I will give you of my heart, 1186|And your dear eyes, and your gentle soul." So, 1186|A little by the dawn, we went down to the house 1186|That he had made in the wood, and my father 1186|Sought for his lost youth, and I found it in my eyes. 1186|There is a door in the darkness, 1186|And a shutter that comes and goes, 1186|And a candle at the keyhole 1186|Where every night an April night 1186|Blows out. 1186|My father is dead. He died 1186|In his house in the city. Long ago 1186|He spoke to God of the Church; and now he lies 1186|Deep in his narrow bed; and the day comes late, 1186|And he lies quiet in his narrow tomb. 1186|I know not that you care, dear, if I 1186|Speak to you of him; or if you know 1186|He is not here. But since it is so, 1186|Speak, and know that he is with you faring 1186|Down a road where day breaks night after night, -- 1186|A road full of strange eyes, 1186|A road full of hands, and feet, and faces, 1186|One that you can hardly see. 1186|My father is dead. In what strange way, 1186|The silence of him, all bare alike, 1186|Staring into the night, or of his feet 1186|Stumbling down under feet, with no name, 1186|And never a name of whom or what he served, 1186|Gone up to die? I know not; only this: 1186|If ever you walk by his side, I know, 1186|I should see him at his last walk walk through 1186|A man of fifty years, with fair blue eyes, 1186|And eyes that have no love-store by them yet, 1186|Not that my father had no hope and no need, 1186|For all his soul had always been a fire 1186|To light his work. He had lived for other things. 1186|He was a man, a perfect man. He was not 1186|Like the rich men, a few at the top: 1186|But his work, his service, made him worth and 1186|For all the wealth between. For it was there 1186|He was an out ======================================== SAMPLE 39990 ======================================== 4369|And if I get a chance to kiss. 4369|My dear, I think I am old-- 4369|And if you should know me, 4369|You should see my face and say 4369|That my eyes are far less clear. 4369|I don't believe that it's true 4369|That God is like this man 4369|He has become-- 4369|I don't know whether to think that he is a saint, 4369|A saint because he knows God, and yet I think 4369|That this man is still a blasphemer by his sin. 4369|I've been a little curious what the way is, 4369|And now I will walk on it. 4369|You have your love, my dear lady, 4369|And mine must be death. 4369|I can't bear the sight of you: 4369|How could I keep away? 4369|I'm sorry--sons, I mean-- 4369|That you have heard of me. 4369|When your love I once loved 4369|Your mouth was never still. 4369|I am not sad for this. 4369|God meant for me to love 4369|And for your good, 4369|And only by his hand. 4369|My soul is here, my dear, 4369|What else is there? 4369|You are here with me now-- 4369|I want you so. 4369|I am not as other men. 4369|God's ways are strange. 4369|I was happy when as well, 4369|But now my heart is sad 4369|For some one much away. 4369|I'm sorry, my dear. 4369|You have made me very glad, 4369|You are this moment 4369|The very sun. 4369|I am proud of this, dear. 4369|Yes, you are light. 4369|I am happy. I am glad, and glad again, 4369|And again the room grows more bright, 4369|There is no shadow ever 4369|That should ever harm you now. 4369|I am glad because 4369|This little girl is 4369|New, and very bright. 4369|God make you happy. 4369|And in this moment let me make mine, 4369|For you have given me what I need: 4369|A smile of tenderness-- 4369|God's kisses. 4369|You've made me glad. 4369|What else would I want? 4369|I don't want many men, but not too many. 4369|I want no men that I can see 4369|All the time. 4369|No men that I have to keep a-laughing-while-I-can. 4369|I am glad because 4369|This little girl is 4369|New, and very bright. 4369|My dreams are simple and wild, 4369|And your love is far more close 4369|And warm. 4369|My love is the tree in the garden 4369|Which I lean against 4369|When the summer is over 4369|And shadows come in. 4369|My dreams are more simple, 4369|And yours is the fire 4369|Under the window, 4369|With the lights on the floor. 4369|My dream is always about you, 4369|And yours is the night. 4369|There is no place in the world 4369|Too far from you-- 4369|Too far from you. 4369|You are so close to me... 4369|There's nothing to do, 4369|Too far away.... 4369|You are very dear, 4369|And my love is very good 4369|In my house.... 4369|The house is very close to yours, 4369|Just where she lives, 4369|And so is my life. 4369|It is strange--not strange-- 4369|That all my years have gone by 4369|With you and yours 4369|At a garden full of flowers, 4369|Whose borders were 4369|So just to kiss-- 4369|So sweet and quiet-- 4369|And yet, even when life passes 4369|Like a day. 4369|It is strange that ever, 4369|But I ======================================== SAMPLE 40000 ======================================== May he make 26861|The earth's bright eye a bright net; 26861|And, with the golden corn 26861|His sabbath-harvests rear, 26861|To charm the night and day, 26861|With golden mirth and light. 26861|"But, in the night and day, 26861|With charms more rich than gold, 26861|O'er him the rainbow's beam 26861|Oft will his morning wear. 26861|The sun the world adores; 26861|And yet when his gay smile 26861|The darling of the eye, 26861|Its joy may dim his smile: 26861|And when the golden grain 26861|With wove and broidered flowers 26861|His grass-robed hall defies, 26861|The monarch of the morn 26861|Will soon to dust retire. 26861|THESY OF EACH MANTLE FILLED 26861|THE female-forms in endless change 26861|Of varying length and shape and size, 26861|From the young flower on white stem to the tall tree, 26861|And from the green, green plant to the wrinkled tree, 26861|From the dark plant to the yellow, yellow flower, 26861|And each from nature's works to art, changes shape, 26861|And breathes, as the new sex arises, its blossomings; 26861|So ev'n in earth, and under the ocean's bosom; 26861|The forms of ev'ry kind are changed in the sky. 26861|As soon as the sun his burning ray 26861|Pierces the leaves of the light-green flower, 26861|And, in the flowery air, its blossomings 26861|Blend with the light, and the light with the redness, 26861|Thus each form is changed as soon: 26861|As soon as the light is in the flower, 26861|And when the red leaves on earth begin, 26861|So soon those lovely forms disperse; 26861|From the flower to the tall plant, and stalks 26861|And leaves, as the fresh air gives it breath. 26861|And this changes the animate; 26861|And from the plant to the flower the kind; 26861|The yellow flower and leaf of the dark-blue flower 26861|Ebbed slowly from the mother-stem. 26861|And ev'n from the dark-blue flower of the flower, 26861|As ev'n lightnings from the flower vanish, 26861|The mother leaves the fringed earth by her sons 26861|To a new mother-tree return again! 26861|But whence, or what, or whence, is this to appear? 26861|The earth takes form on a trifle of dust; 26861|From the dust, a man may say, 'tis born; 26861|Another leaf, another bud, another form, 26861|An' another form it bears, and forms again! 26861|When we the living flowers, of earth receive, 26861|Which ev'ry bower, and ev'ry flower of air 26861|Was wont to bear, and bears now, a form we take; 26861|When that new tree is on us formed, as we lay 26861|Our life-long here, and die; that form we change; 26861|Another tree is form'd and borne; another bud 26861|Is unborn, another sent, another formed, 26861|An' another buds as it's born. 26861|"But is it real?"--If the living forms you trace 26861|Within the earth's dim heart, or from the air 26861|Sprang new-born in those blossoms which are born, 26861|And die, again, and are renew'd in earth, 26861|The earth with all the forms would seem to owe 26861|A form to life. Thus ev'n in earth, and skies; 26861|And ev'ry plant, and plant with all the flowers 26861|Was wont to live, and dies, and is renew'd. 26861|"So ======================================== SAMPLE 40010 ======================================== 1365|He took up an old codfish, with a little brown skin, 1365|In his hand, as a necklace, and was a little melancholy; 1365|Then he took up the bill-fish in his hand, and he looked at it; 1365|And he thought, "O that this could be a gilliflower for dinner!" 1365|Forth he went with his fish-hook, with bait and lines and spore-worms, 1365|And the children all shouted, as they looked at him in disgust: 1365|"He has caught a disgusting gilliflower!" 1365|Down the strait he came with his fish-hook, bait and lines and spore-worms, 1365|And the children shouted, to see if he had caught it right. 1365|Yes, he had caught a disgusting gilliflower; 1365|But now what a pity it is that he caught it wrong once more! 1365|"I have caught a disgusting fish!" 1365|Children all looked at each other with expressions very odd; 1365|And they all sat down laughing, as they gazed at the gilliflower. 1365|And he laughed as he threw the gilliflower back on the hook, 1365|"This is the way with gilliflowers!" 1365|Down the strait he came with his fish-hook, bait and line and spore-worms, 1365|And the children shouted in confusion, as to what he had caught: 1365|"A gilliflower, indeed!" 1365|Down the strait he came with his fish-hook, bait and line and spore-worms, 1365|And the children shouted again, to see if the joke had been true: 1365|"A gilliflower, indeed!" 1365|Children shouted again, with all the backs against the wall; 1365|And they all sat silent, thinking of what they had just caught, 1365|Till a little lisping girl said, in her low voice and beautiful: 1365|"O yes, I have caught a disgusting gilliflowers!" 1365|And the children all thought of the gilliflowers and the fish, 1365|Till even the pigeons in the pigeon-holes all thought of gilliflowers. 1365|And they sailed away, with their lines and fish-hooks and spore-worms, 1365|Sailing away in the misty summer twilight without fear, 1365|To the shores of the strange, alien sea, and the mysterious lands. 1365|Sailing away, in the misty summer evening without fear. 1365|They had found a little garden with a cherry-tree on top, 1365|And delicate silks hung down from damask walls below; 1365|And a fountain bubbling slow from a silvery dale, 1365|And a shady, mossy bank, with a knoll by it! 1365|Then the pigeons cawed, and the crickets sang, 1365|And the pigeons cooed in the cherry-bloomed morning air; 1365|And the fowl knew the fount and reserved it for them all, 1365|For the fowl of the air for ever haunts the dell below. 1365|There they sat them down; and the pigeons flew 1365|About the fount, and its bubbles danced and swam, 1365|To the touch of cool, dark waters that glistened dry, 1365|In a way fitter for love's white hands to rest on 1365|Than where, in the warm sweet morning air, 1365|The pigeons cooed, the crickets cooed. 1365|"Do the crickets love the crickets? 1365|And the pigeons hate the pigeons?" 1365|"Nay, the crickets love the crickets, 1365|And the pigeons hate the pigeons; 1365|And the pigeons love the crickets! 1365|But the crickets kill the pigeons!" 1365|Then they sat them down together, 1365|And the crickets cooed, the crickets cried, 1365|At this and that, in the evening's mellow tune, 1365|For the pigeons flew about the places named, 1365|And their peepers buzzed like the trilling bees. 1365|And she sings, and she sings; 1365|And she sings the whole ======================================== SAMPLE 40020 ======================================== 1365|The whole of the land of France, 1365|And all of the Rhine's rich marsh. 1365|"And the King of France shall hear of this, 1365|And shall make, by the aid of his fleet, 1365|Seville his new city, his own city!" 1365|He spake and the King of France shall hear;-- 1365|And the King of France shall make, by the aid 1365|Of his fleet, his Seville his new city. 1365|Lo! As he was going homeward, 1365|Came two fair creatures, 1365|With music sweet and plaintive, 1365|Came unto his castle, 1365|With a lantern they lead him 1365|To his queen's chamber, 1365|And she is not there. 1365|Sore it stung him, 1365|And he wept; but soon he blessed 1365|His Creator, 1365|His God, for he heard her 1365|And all the angels. 1365|The first thing that she saw he saw, 1365|Herself in the garden; 1365|Nor ever was seen 1365|The like in the world. 1365|Oft he said, "This is mad," 1365|When he came to know her, 1365|Knowing his mother, 1365|Herself, and her place. 1365|She was a widow: 1365|They were motherless: 1365|They had got her child, 1365|Who to bear them bore him 1365|Much expense. 1365|Her old age, great, 1365|Her child's death, eased him of his fear, 1365|She looked a hundred years, 1365|For fifty-three years. 1365|Now he is a King, 1365|And the old man's children; 1365|And they live in the castle: 1365|The old man's daughters; 1365|His children of hers, 1365|The children of their father,-- 1365|The children of the woman, 1365|And their children all. 1365|For fifty years he bore him 1365|This work and service, 1365|As ye shall hear, saith the Old Man, 1365|Saith the New King,-- 1365|Of his lands from the Vale of the Silent Mountains 1365|To the Border River, 1365|Taught her how to build, 1365|Taught her the crafts of men, 1365|Taught her the craft of beasts; 1365|And in service with his father 1365|Taught her how to do things, 1365|And his daughter, for thirty summers, 1365|With the men of his men, 1365|In the kingdom of Gondor. 1365|How the men of their men, 1365|To the sons of their men, 1365|He left for the love of women, 1365|And the lands of his men, 1365|To the love of his women. 1365|And then began to worship women, 1365|To make them his own blood, 1365|And the law of his men 1365|From their blood, and in their presence 1365|He took his kingdom. 1365|At Belfellas he fought with his father 1365|King Arthur the Great; 1365|He was born at Caerleon, 1365|And married at Caerleon, 1365|And died at Worms with his child at his knee. 1365|And in afterdays as thou goest 1365|To the house of thy father, 1365|Shall the bells of the castle toll, 1365|And the voices of thy ladies 1365|Ring in thy ears, 1365|Tolling through the summer night 1365|Down the winding highways 1365|In our English towns. 1365|He was born at Wynkespher 1365|At the age of six; 1365|He was the son of a baronet, 1365|A gallant soldier, 1365|And a lady beautiful, 1365|That bore him and gave him up for his wife. 1365|At that season of the year 1365|Thy children, in their maiden prime, 1365|All were full of grace; 1365|And the baronet, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 40030 ======================================== 37155|They were in good humor. They gave him no offence, 37155|But made him think twice before he went again. 37155|And they called him brave. Oh, but he knew it was foolish 37155|To think that such presumptuous conduct was good. 37155|"I'm very happy," he was heard to say, and smile, 37155|With what was called a "mild and generous grace." 37155|And the lady in pity took notice of things, 37155|And sent her letter of introduction to him. 37155|And he came back--all right, most of the time. 37155|And had not come by the time they sent him back. 37155|If my friend could not do a thing, 37155|How would you, dear friend, act? 37155|I'd like to think you would not say, 37155|"I don't know what to do!" 37155|Your eyes would not dazzle on me, 37155|In a foolish rage; 37155|Your voice not so much to be heard 37155|As kindly spoken; and--I wonder 37155|If I _could_ be calm, for shame! 37155|You are, I think, of all our race 37155|The only honest man. 37155|Yes, I'm not lying though; 37155|I would hope that you'd keep yourself 37155|Secure from your own sins. 37155|Your mother, indeed, said so, 37155|She thought that her friend was a shame; 37155|Perhaps when you were born 37155|She was angry with you, I'm sure. 37155|I was only four years old. 37155|You may have heard her say so. 37155|And you may be certain she'd like 37155|More than life to have you. You see, 37155|She said this when I was short. 37155|In truth, she's gone; but I can see, 37155|Now that I am grown, 37155|She's tried to help me in my day, 37155|But I don't think it much help. 37155|Her name was Frances Perkins. 37155|She was a very fine lady; 37155|And, sure as I lived to see the day, 37155|I hope your mother thinks it good 37155|Your mother does, too. 37155|My mother, you understand, 37155|Wanted this child all her own; 37155|And if it was her own poor child 37155|He'd have had his shot that night. 37155|So, as I think I said to her, 37155|"Now, don't let her have you! 37155|There's a child, you might have, for him,-- 37155|A worthy one--in my place: 37155|And here he is, and that's fine, 37155|And all's ended, I do think. 37155|"You must be grateful to me. 37155|I hope that I was worth you. 37155|"And when you see that child in heaven, 37155|You must not, I suppose, find him 37155|As I did the other day, 37155|As you said I might have bewrayed you 37155|By speaking things so rude!" 37155|My mother thinks I'm stupid. 37155|But, by his look, his laugh, 37155|A very fine child is he, 37155|And he will teach me every day 37155|The Bible truth--the same 37155|As all those other children. 37155|You may be quite sure of that. 37155|I did as my mother told me. 37155|My father said no; 37155|And I'll be happy to hear him 37155|Tell you the same! 37155|'Twill be, he'll say, to-night . . . 37155|I'll sit in my study and write in it-- 37155|Of the Bible truth, be sure! 37155|It must be very very fine; 37155|My father is sure it's true. 37155|The next time the girls and the boys start out 37155|For their frolics in the green fields, 37155|Don't stand near the green bushes you know, 37155|You may catch them saying things like "Rab," 37155|Or "Rabid" which you ======================================== SAMPLE 40040 ======================================== 27129|To live the world with all its cares 27129|Away from those who are best and kind. 27129|For why would you toil thus through a spring; 27129|How blest are all to whom soe'er they view? 27129|But I will sit and sing at ease 27129|In solitude, when Spring shivers cold. 27129|I sing not what I wish to sing, 27129|What words are strong enough for this strain; 27129|For when I start, my heart is at rest, 27129|And all my fears are put away in tune. 27129|To sing of pleasure and of grief 27129|This little heart is like a bough 27129|Upon this lonely place of rest, 27129|And thus I sing and thus I sing: 27129|For when a little sorrow goes 27129|Away from you, my Love, away, 27129|And leaves no sound in all the sky, 27129|To me it is a drear and lone thing. 27129|But oh! when Winter comes, and all 27129|The flowers are scarce out of the spray, 27129|And Spring with all her lights is gone, 27129|How gladly will a little sorrow go! 27129|How happy are the hearts of those 27129|That know full well what grief they bear: 27129|Their joy is known, and soon they find, 27129|Too late, that joy that came before. 27129|But ah! the joy which we shall lose 27129|We know not till Love's departing be. 27129|Let us with singing, singing, sing, 27129|Lull, lull, lull your sleep! 27129|And wake, wake, awake, and say, 27129|The morning's in sight. 27129|The morning's in sight, and look 27129|In every wind that dallies; 27129|The day is not long at hand, 27129|The dew is warm on the grass; 27129|O how I like to find this thing, 27129|With every tide that blows. 27129|The day is not long at hand, 27129|The dew is warm on the grass, 27129|O how I like to find it, 27129|With every tide that blows. 27129|And now I sing a lay, sweet Love; 27129|And tell your eyes how warm 27129|And long I love you, my dear, 27129|And kiss your lips a thousand times: 27129|And sweetly with your heart 27129|I sing a lay, sweet Love; 27129|And tell your eyes how warm. 27129|From THOMAS CAMPION's _Third Book of Airs_ (circ. 1613). 27129|From all the woods and hills I hear 27129|The maidens' love-song that you sing; 27129|From all the woods and hills I see 27129|Your gentle eyes that melt in light. 27129|My thought is that of all birds' songs 27129|You sing the sweetest as a bird; 27129|That in my heart and every spot 27129|I sing your lay as night and day. 27129|I know not whether this be sung 27129|At midnight or by the day's returning, 27129|But sure it is sweet when day's departing, 27129|And sweeter when its rising beginning. 27129|For then the clouds will disappear, 27129|The stars will start and melt away, 27129|The earth will shake, the heavens will bow, 27129|And all good things grow stale and old: 27129|The morn will never rise again 27129|From her first to her last returning; 27129|From sky to sky and earth around 27129|The sweet song will be lost in weeping. 27129|If day should die or night rejoice, 27129|I think the song should be repeated. 27129|If night should die or day should joy, 27129|I think the verse should be repeated. 27129|From JOHN WILBYE's _Fourth Book of Airs_, 1613. 27129|From JOHN EWIS' _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1611. 27129|From ERSKINE's _First Set of English Madrigals_, 1610. 27129|From LANG ANDERSON's _First Set of Madrigals_ ======================================== SAMPLE 40050 ======================================== 1745|Eternal Fire; in these sublime 1745|And awful things replete with God, 1745|How little strange and what inscrutable! 1745|This night the Son of God shall come 1745|With glorious Millennial crown; 1745|His smiling Parental Mediator 1745|Shall part us, Mankind; or (if stopt 1745|By Spirit propitious, though stern 1745|Still to obeyed oft) we shall return 1745|To breathe in Heav'n, and mourn in Hell; 1745|Or, if reject'd, yet to the Bar 1745|Return to sow the seeds of Doom 1745|That grew in Infamy we came, 1745|And, what was worst, shall never cease 1745|To grow by Valour in our Miseries; 1745|Whether in Infamy we die, 1745|Or to worse Edifice ere long 1745|Grow up a Tower from us to awe 1745|And in one Soul to imprison 1745|All infernal thought and all pride: 1745|Whether we in the fall to Day 1745|Find wide abuse our just deserts, 1745|Or, after long abuse long free, 1745|Enjoy immortalitie 1745|From us and from our Plantation; 1745|Thou whose eternal Spirit moves 1745|Severe in rage, and clearest in thought 1745|All creeds but ones that obey 1745|His sovereignty; in whom I well believe 1745|Onely from thee, and as much rejoice 1745|As in thy Spirit breathes around me; 1745|That whatsoever thing is, is right. 1745|"All things work alike, and the One sole Way 1745|Maker Himself our eternal King 1745|And Master, through all ages prime 1745|Conducts us his obedient Sheep 1745|Till we a people order, and call 1745|By some pencilled name that shall them bear; 1745|Humble and just are all our herd, 1745|The King and God's elect; but they 1745|With those elect are at strife to reign, 1745|And to His altar strive, and to His altar sacrifice; 1745|The one called _Israel_ (for the Lord hath called 1745|By various names, whom in his due 1745|Repentance longeth hardest, but certes 1745|He knoweth it is but a deformed thing) 1745|By various names haps to reign; but He 1745|Longs for thine adoption, and thy flock 1745|Shall be his people, and from thee his gifts 1745|Received, and to enjoy them thou shalt be 1745|His children, and to them be right dear. 1745|"But He it was, that thus with pleas'd debate 1745|Encourag'd the issue; He saw the Foe 1745|Lay waste before him all the spacious Deep; 1745|And whatever thing there wrought him shame or fear, 1745|Motion or sound of instrument 1745|Or element, or Emmanuel, sent by God, 1745|To prove him and prod sore in his core 1745|By all he ere had signed, and all he since 1745|Had sign'd, that he believed, and avow'd 1745|Through all the solemn mysteries of God, 1745|By him the Son of God was Ecstaiphus 1745|Or Lamb, the Son of God, who came to save 1745|The whole Family of Christ, and at His birth 1745|Birth-Day maketh mirth. Thus He was ere christ 1745|Born, or so plain was seen, by either sea, 1745|Or by the air; and thus long before 1745|Worked it in man the sharp-pointed sword, 1745|The second advent of the Men of sin; 1745|So great the doubt, that soon all Ariadne 1745|To swift discovery, as to sudden flight 1745|Came to escape the Furies, that in haste 1745|Approach the realm of the Changer of the Realms, 1745|Where she, with all her lovely companions, 1745|The blissful Paradise of wither'd Youth, 1745|With all her chaste precincts, and her fountain's spring, 1745|Saith, and all Heavens concur in blessedness. ======================================== SAMPLE 40060 ======================================== 16376|(Or if this is not music, at least I hear a psalm 16376|Like his which I am reading):-- 16376|"O that the day were done, 16376|And the night come on apace, 16376|And the long, long night be done, 16376|And I hear the kirk-bell ring 16376|And the Church bells for ever ring! 16376|"O that the day were past 16376|And the long night come on apace, 16376|And he sat with me in bed,-- 16376|And he lookt big as his teeth, 16376|Asleep as a coracle, 16376|And the long, long night come on apace, 16376|And the kirk-bells rang for ever rang! 16376|"And the long, long night came on apace 16376|In the hall with the fire-light, 16376|And it was a weary night 16376|But I felt it was well 16376|And I kissed him cold as cold, 16376|Asleep, and smelt as smelly, 16376|Asleep, and aye was born to die!-- 16376|He is gone away to sea! 16376|"Then he goes to the kirk-bells, 16376|To the peal of bell for ever, 16376|And he shakes his white hair up and down: 16376|For I dreamed the dream of yore, 16376|That I dared not leave at home, 16376|At the door in the dark alone!" 16376|The summer winds came hard 16376|Out of the east to blow, 16376|And I watched them go 16376|Out of the house at night; 16376|I could not get my head 16376|Out of my sleep. 16376|And I said, "Dear me! 16376|When you will be gone, 16376|Oh, so very far!" 16376|But you came not back. 16376|I watched you creep 16376|Down the ladder bright 16376|From the window-pane; 16376|I could not see your face, 16376|Nor any one climb 16376|Up the wall so high. 16376|Then you came back, my friend! 16376|But you were gone so soon! 16376|I could not say "Good-by," 16376|I could not cry "Good-bye." 16376|"The King is dead; 16376|And you are; 16376|And the King's at woe 16376|For he has betrayed him. 16376|"'Tis true he feared 16376|All men might see; 16376|He should have stayed 16376|Nor left us here. 16376|"'Twas all a trick; 16376|His kingdom safe we kept; 16376|But now he's fled 16376|And left us here. 16376|"He would not stay, 16376|That was all; 16376|We kept him there, 16376|For we have sworn 16376|He'd save our dead. 16376|"But we have drunk of the cup 16376|In a sinful deed; 16376|We must be done, 16376|O lord God, quickly! 16376|If we must die, 16376|Let us use wine 16376|In a holy wise. 16376|"Hearken God's word: 16376|In a little while 16376|The kingdom shall be thine! 16376|There'll a tree of life be thy Son's 16376|And the fruit will be thy dear Son's!" 16376|In the old churchyard the gray stone 16376|Has heard my voice; 16376|Has seen the gray stone 16376|Filled with life, 16376|And every stone 16376|Life and strife 16376|Filled by death 16376|And by the resurrection 16376|And the glory of Christ. 16376|With the life of earth there went 16376|Rides Death to see me come. 16376|From the horse I stood and looked on 16376|The man and the child. 16376|For, life, and the strife and the death, 16376|The child, and my own soul born 16376|Are but the stones we call Death, 16376|And a ======================================== SAMPLE 40070 ======================================== 2334|My old red barn, my new born hogs, 2334|My old red barn, that was gray-- 2334|Oh, what a difference one day makes 2334|Twenty years hence. 2334|One hundred years 't will out of date, 2334|And then it will be new again, 2334|A hundred years' space 2334|With only that strange old red barn 2334|In its place. 2334|There's Mary Ann, my mother, I 2334|Will never see again, 2334|There's Ruth, my sister, I forget 2334|All about the house. 2334|There's Fred his dog, and there's Mary Ann, 2334|But not a soul in sight, 2334|And I must fetch my tea, my dear, 2334|And fill my tea, my dear. 2334|There's Billy, and there's Bennie Brown, 2334|With joy their faces had; 2334|There's Jack his wife's niece, and there's Mary Ann, 2334|There never was such a sight. 2334|There's little Peter, there's little Mary Ann, 2334|But aye they grow more rare; 2334|And I must fetch my tea, my dear, 2334|And fill my tea, my dear. 2334|You'd think, perhaps, a child with eyes like mine, 2334|And tappets on my fairy head, 2334|Would want something queer and new: 2334|But such good fortune smiles on me, Mary Ann, 2334|As that you've got. 2334|No, not the same, I swear; 2334|Fred, and Ruth, and Peter, they've all flown 2334|To other haunts, and other skies, 2334|And other scenes, and other climes, 2334|A la carte now drive them home 2334|To you. 2334|How far from home can it be, my dear, 2334|That you can still be playing at the rack? 2334|There never was a child in that old house 2334|That could run in the lane, or ride a cart, 2334|Or scrape the dish-cloths, or stir the milk, 2334|Or comb the bed, or sweep the room; 2334|But God has given such gifts as these 2334|To make our joys a daily pastime, 2334|And make us evermore a people 2334|With homely customs, ways, and food. 2334|We don our scarfs, we don our capes, 2334|We don our gingham-trimmings, and we run 2334|To visit the pastures on the hill, 2334|Or to the woods with Pip, our kitten, 2334|Or with our little white-wool'd dogs, 2334|When the wind blows keen and chill. 2334|And now, my dear, you never can be 2334|As happy as I, or as I can be, 2334|On the hill-top now, or at the mills, 2334|With Ned, our little grey-hound, at play, 2334|To watch us from the barn, and me from the shed, 2334|While we sing and whistle, drink the pail, 2334|And watch the day go by. 2334|And if the frost should come, my Mary Ann, 2334|And freezing winds should rise and blow, 2334|And all your household should go forth to wail 2334|And all your little children creep to die, 2334|Sweet Mary Ann, I'd sooner die 2334|On the deck of a sailing vessel, 2334|Or under the gallows tree, 2334|Or in some other dangerous place, 2334|Than see you ever see you better! 2334|You must have seen her once, you and I, 2334|On a summer's day,--so out we went-- 2334|I putting out on the open sea 2334|The lead from my tin can; we met 2334|On the promontory's edge, with nought 2334|But a spoon and a knife, and the land 2334|Above us, and the sea below, 2334|Black with hurricane and sleet and snow. 2334|Our hearts were heavy, but there was nought 2334|That a girl could not do to cheer ======================================== SAMPLE 40080 ======================================== 1304|With thy sweet speech that is like the Sun, 1304|That is a sign from God: 1304|I am thy brother, and thou art my slave; 1304|And we will be one flesh forever and go free, 1304|And we will find each other bower above the street, 1304|And we will greet each other in each other's face and die; 1304|But the world that I am living in is a lonely wold, 1304|And I have sorrowed in it all my life long; 1304|And the world that I am living in is a lonely wold. 1304|Yet I will give thee comfort, O beloved, 1304|For I would have given my joy to thee, 1304|If but I knew thee, who art now so fair-- 1304|O my Beautiful! O my Beautiful! 1304|I would have given my joy to thee, 1304|If I knew thee, whom I now must think 1304|A dream or a phantom! 1304|But the world that I am living in is a lonely wold, 1304|And I have sorrowed in it all my life long; 1304|And the world that I am living in is a lonely wold. 1304|Yet I fear not the wrath of God, 1304|That holds in its dark hands 1304|This little one of thine own, 1304|For I am thine, and he is mine 1304|And thine, and thine alone! 1304|THOU gavest me mine own dear child 1304|For to bear me thither; 1304|I gavest with kiss at the birth 1304|My joy to lose there! 1304|I, little red thing, wast made 1304|For love and not mischief, 1304|I, little red thing, am here, 1304|I, little red thing. 1304|I came here from playing with thee, 1304|O little red thing; 1304|For to be a mischief-sparer, 1304|All the day of my life. 1304|No, not to come here so soon, 1304|To-morrow, to-night, 1304|But to come, like a lark, 1304|Across the fields to me. 1304|To-morrow, to-night, let us play, 1304|My little red thing! 1304|Yonder, that we may be friends, 1304|Cometh the day of my life, 1304|Cometh the day I go over 1304|To the far-away. 1304|I will close my eyes for grief, 1304|And my heart for sobs shall cease to beat, 1304|Till the distant shores again 1304|I see. 1304|When I wake in the night, 1304|And in my bed at morn 1304|I find my husband dead, 1304|Shall my tears be a joy? 1304|Shall they gush from my eyes? 1304|Do my heart and my breast 1304|Conjure me to joy and fear 1304|Till I weep and cry? 1304|Shall my tears for ever fall 1304|In a still, silent tide, 1304|Like the running waters of a brook 1304|Beneath the moon? 1304|Hear me, then, little one 1304|Piteous-hearted! 1304|The heart of sorrow lies 1304|Covered with gladness; 1304|Weep, ah! weep, my heart, 1304|For you, my boy! 1304|For I, the mother, 1304|And the wife, and the motherless, 1304|For thee, my child! 1304|For thee, my loved one! 1304|I can only sigh, 1304|As through the night I hear 1304|Sounds of the garden, 1304|And hear him walk along, 1304|And mark with his hand 1304|The happy, noisy band 1304|The little ones. 1304|Merry, murmurous chorus 1304|Of the little ones! 1304|Ah! how cheerful now 1304|Their voices are! 1304|I love to hear you 1304|Talk on their right 1304|At the window 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 40090 ======================================== 1322|I do not look for any more music in the world, 1322|But it is good and all; 1322|In the old days, with my brothers and sisters a distance, 1322|Singing so sweet, 1322|I was happy in a corner, 1322|And there I found out life, 1322|The long, warm, passionate days of the old wild winter days, 1322|And the first frosty morning's joyous song. 1322|And then I went on a march through the cold and light by night, 1322|There in the darkness, 1322|Singing loud, with uplifted, fearless head, 1322|I marched with them, 1322|Stretched on my back I saw all things,--land, city, and me, 1322|And in my rear, 1322|As for death marching, 1322|I see the things, and look with empty eyes. 1322|I see the winter through the old windy windows, 1322|Singing for a place where my comrades shall come in, 1322|I see a long row of the old-time soldiers on parade, 1322|I hear again the songs and the songs in my head. 1322|O little white-robed moon! 1322|O little, white moon! 1322|I will send you songs of the day, 1322|I will send you songs of the day, 1322|I can bear not silence, not the low of rain, 1322|I am old, I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|And the music of life and of waking are all in your music. 1322|When I come with my music to you 1322|(Songs alone, for myself alone), 1322|What are mine to give you, 1322|O brother moon? 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|I am old, I am old, 1322|Not to me, but to you I give song, 1322|I give song to give you, 1322|What do I give you, 1322|O moon, O moon? 1322|If I hear your steps approaching, 1322|I will come and listen close, 1322|I will listen close to your steps, 1322|I cannot stay behind, 1322|I cannot stay behind, 1322|I cannot stay behind, 1322|I must bring me my music, 1322|I must bring it to your feet, 1322|But I must bring it to your feet too, 1322|The day is done and the night, 1322|The day is done and the night, 1322|The day is done and the night, 1322|The morning moves on, the day is done and the night, 1322|The morning moves on, the day is done and the night, 1322|'Tis night and night, the morning is done and the night. 1322|The night falls in and the day is done and the night; 1322|'Tis night and night, the day is still, the night, 1322|'Tis night and night, the morning, and all's over, the day is done and the night, 1322|For I have my music now, for my songs all day and my songs all night, 1322|I have my music now, and my songs all day, 1322|I have the songs the sun will not shine on all night, 1322|On my music I put my life's best work, 1322|I pour my song, pour it for any heart you have, 1322|It was winter in New York, the night I was born, 1322|And the sky was blue and heaven was opened wide, 1322|In New York at twenty-six, 1322|And all the world looked bright, 1322|The heavens were so blue and the earth were so green, 1322|And all the world looked bright, 1322|It was Winter at twenty-six, 1322|And winter ======================================== SAMPLE 40100 ======================================== 1045|And he made a mair of nothing. Aye! we doe not think 1045|His beard was growing thin, nor yet that he did grow 1045|Still thinner, like his beard, for now was he grown 1045|In body, and in his minde, in body and minde: 1045|But we doe say that his minde grew great and proude, 1045|His spirit was low, his strength was less and less: 1045|And nowe was he grown so high, that in his wit 1045|The people had grown pale and grieved a while. 1045|But his great heart, his heart did long to beat 1045|Out of his mouth, out of his belly out of his hande, 1045|His belly out of his belly, and now did proue 1045|That his strength failed, that his spirit was not strong; 1045|And therefore he would seeke by force to beguile 1045|The people with a love, a cunning and deceivede 1045|Into the midd of things, saying, "The way is wide; 1045|Where there is will, there is a way! What thou seest 1045|I am to do, I am to do with will! 1045|"Now if thou shapest well and do me right, 1045|Thy will thy pusillanim be, and I shall live: 1045|For he that is his flesh to my marrow ties, 1045|And he that is his blood to my veins makes fast; 1045|That is my soul, and is the light of my body: 1045|If thou killest me, then kill I not the man!" 1045|But now he began to repent him of his sinne: 1045|And repenting now he began to repent him of his death: 1045|"O that I might have been 1045|As I am repentant now, 1045|And could by thee or him be fooled 1045|While that the world doth dazle or sing, 1045|Or wakend with the light of day 1045|With nothing to behold on earth 1045|But what is in the sight of thine eyes, 1045|How could I but repent of sin? 1045|It is past pardon of mine eyes 1045|To look on what I see not behoove, 1045|Or anything for that one word, 1045|Whose meaning is in that one word. 1045|O that I might be as then, 1045|And serve as now I can, 1045|And look on one of the same day 1045|As I saw of thy face this day: 1045|And so become of a day, 1045|The day was not so like as now, 1045|That had it sinned I might now say. 1045|But I will put off my sight, 1045|And be thy flesh worshipper; 1045|And if thou slayest me, I know, 1045|Thou mayest slay with me the sun, 1045|That had it done I might now say. 1045|"Then thou shalt see all men slain; 1045|For they that take and they that give 1045|Is but in deed and not in name; 1045|The poor man that gives he seemeth 1045|Of what so deedless to be seen, 1045|And they that take it not are seen; 1045|For thou must see every man, 1045|Or that to thee were good repose. 1045|"That all men slay not is a law; 1045|No man of all men is the scathe 1045|That they that have him in captivity, 1045|Lament it not, that all the earth 1045|Must leave to them that kill not is: 1045|But I will make them as the kings 1045|Of all that other creatures make 1045|Of stuff all fain to possess and claim, 1045|And give them all to have, and take, 1045|And with the goods of others take 1045|Thy hand and make thee to keep and sell 1045|To them that need, and cannot need, 1045|Each other for their goods and their goods." 1045|Then from his eye the drooping soul 1045|Pulled down the flesh, and hid it there 1045|Between the ======================================== SAMPLE 40110 ======================================== 14019|And on that day their banners are unfurled, 14019|And their trumpets loud their men array; 14019|To the hall the pagans speedily return 14019|And on each side they hurl the stones together. 14019|And those Franks who held the city in awe, 14019|Fled to the walls, and each one fled to his fort. 14019|But those who held the city were unmoved, 14019|Aldermen and all, and all men of worth; 14019|Sage knights they were, and lords of goodlihead. 14019|Saying: "What have you seen in France of worth, 14019|Tell me, who hath been heretofore the host within?" 14019|Then answered Siegfried, the champion mild: 14019|"O brothers, the King of the Huns has hither come. 14019|With his chosen followers he has taken back 14019|My land, my people; and they blame me not; 14019|They think not thus amiss and hard of heart, 14019|For he of them was wont to be a friend." 14019|"To whom the Hun comes by this thy fate, 14019|I shall avenge with double anger, then. 14019|For, on the night when my mother was slain, 14019|I sought him hither, where I found him sleeping 14019|On a stone in the midst of a tempestuous wind: 14019|The stone was not made of stone at all, 14019|But of ivory, and on it he was resting. 14019|I smote him with my lance, and his body dropped, 14019|And so it was I made the Hun's death look mild: 14019|For never can I forget it in a cause, 14019|That I be fallen in such wise on a night, 14019|Falling in such fight, and, on my father's bed. 14019|The king had chosen for him out of all men 14019|My horse and harness."--"I knew right well," they said, 14019|"Your brother was to blame, and the cause is plain." 14019|"And tell me, brother Siegfried, what can I do?" 14019|"To the rescue of your brother, you will see. 14019|And I, since he is safe, I will tell you all." 14019|"And may God reward thee, my brave brother great, 14019|With such a shield as only the faithful can!" 14019|Then said the thane; "To your charge be this wight; 14019|And his deeds by your help I will tell, 14019|And if, when men have wag'd on a doubtful day, 14019|A single lance was laid aside, we must rue. 14019|For in no need was he more than his might." 14019|But all the men of Burgundy wax pale, 14019|When they behold the haughty champions here, 14019|But a new wonder, that of all their foes, 14019|Will make them the first of foemen now." 14019|The old king, the battle-crown in hand, 14019|Came from his tent and stood before them all: 14019|"Now let your vengeance be o'er this the rage," 14019|He cried, "and our cause of grief be done." 14019|Spake then King Siegmund, "A mighty king, 14019|A most potent, be thy aid to me. 14019|Bethink thee, men of Burgundy that reign; 14019|For he was in every place in vaunting speaking; 14019|Yet he will lie unburied on his bed." 14019|Thereto made then Gererich, his brother's son, 14019|"That man from Denmark, that Siegfried dear, 14019|I know not where, nor what his fortune was. 14019|He is a gallant knight, to whom I owe 14019|This land, if not all this, all the world." 14019|Then strode he out. And with him went each one. 14019|King Siegmund on a tower sat down, 14019|And many a battle-knife was there. 14019|"This day it behoves me, by the faith of Gernot, 14019|To wear the helmet of the mighty lord; 14019|So that by this my body be not slain, ======================================== SAMPLE 40120 ======================================== 845|And I think it must be sweet to live 845|With my own soul in my own place; 845|So I give thee, O my dear, return 845|Of thy soul, and hope thou take my hand 845|Of that long-lost hand, and say, "Be good, 845|"And all the rest is but a name--a word 845|That clings about a dream! O, dear, dear, 845|Come back to me! Come, let us walk in light, 845|And see before us far beyond the sun." 845|There, I believe, I see, as I saw when young, 845|(The joy that was not always so divine!) 845|The only soul I need to take me where 845|I do not leave thee! If I cannot love, 845|O what shall make a love? Love, when it's warm, 845|And holds itself together long before, 845|Bids us go in close in the shadow of faith; 845|Not our loss brings it to a sudden freeze; 845|And the love that's kept for us keeps it so, 845|And with the faith that is its keeper it 845|Till we shall lose the last, sharp touch of shame-- 845|Oh, there are no vain passions in the sun! 845|There are no vain emotions or, at best, 845|But true ones, too, that grow, and, like the dews, 845|Folding them round with their soft silvery hues 845|Catch our hearts and hold them fast in this cold, 845|Watered sun! I think, if I once more see, 845|As I was then, the happy country where 845|My boyhood's garden lies beyond the streams 845|Of the white South, I will wish that I 845|Were living to look back on all this; 845|It will be sweet and bright, and I will know 845|If this sad heart was happy in the bloom 845|I passed on till, perhaps, I did not know 845|How strange a change has come upon my life. 845|The heart shall have been glad, I know, to watch 845|And watch my boyhood's life, and with a smile 845|To feel it grown and grow with it. But all 845|This change is sudden, and I have forgot 845|The fondness of a boy; I hardly know 845|How that dear boyhood, so full of laughter, 845|Shall ever be the one thing that I love; 845|And how my boyhood's years will never slip 845|Back from me, with a sudden death within 845|The grave, and leave me desolate at last. 845|The heart will not answer, and no word 845|Shall come to me till I have forgot 845|The memory of my boyhood, and it die 845|As sudden death,--it may still live on 845|In all my life. 845|It was the time of blooming, when the South 845|Breathes out its most marvellous odors forth, 845|Each kind of perfume in its mood and hue, 845|The fragrance that is on the leaves o' the trees, 845|In the cool cool of the night-time, when the moon 845|Waves o'er the earth her rosy, silvery fingers. 845|I looked on the garden and saw, in its pride, 845|A tree a-breaking with its bursting cup; 845|And where it bore not, all overgrown and green, 845|A little rose-bush blushing like the snows, 845|I saw a violet withering in the sun. 845|Then, as to a friend who stands beside earth's path 845|In sorrow and mirth, 'twas sweet to behold 845|The swift, green rose-bush bending over this. 845|But suddenly, from the flower-burthened morn, 845|I passed, and the drowsy rose-bush bowed to me, 845|And dropped, with a timid laugh, its eyes of blue, 845|To the bare snow-blossoms of the garden-wall. 845|It was a time of silence; ======================================== SAMPLE 40130 ======================================== 4331|and the words "Let it out," 4331|and I knew my love as I'd found me the word 4331|before I had grown too wise 4331|To speak it. 4331|When that man left me for another 4331|he went off to the city, 4331|and it was my eyes that found him 4331|and his eyes that found me. 4331|Now my heart is at my eyes 4331|and my heart is at his face - 4331|and if it were not for his hands 4331|would I be comforted? - 4331|because I should have lost him 4331|and never found him again. 4331|But I know what his face said to me: 4331|you never need be afraid to say it - 4331|I know when something is wrong with him 4331|and I know just how she knows it 4331|because I've always been afraid of him - 4331|that he has never been a mother to me. 4331|I know because the way his eyes look on me 4331|have a magic in them 4331|that I can never forget the day 4331|I found him out for myself. 4331|It's a long lane that leads to nowhere, 4331|and it's dusty and rainy; 4331|there are no houses up in heaven 4331|and the sky is so dark. 4331|There's many a weary soul on it 4331|who have gone astray from home; 4331|but when you're going astray from your own country 4331|it's a wonderful road. 4331|I'd like to be a doctor 4331|and treat all diseases 4331|But I'd be very sick if I did, 4331|and many would say so. 4331|I'd have to sell my clothes 4331|and my shop and my dear little daughter 4331|for gold to buy her breakfast. 4331|I'd have to sell the place where my little daughter 4331|slept in the swing: 4331|I'd have to lie at the foot of the table 4331|and her little legs are so small 4331|and her little arms are so big 4331|that they would tire the man who's lame, 4331|and the woman who's blind! 4331|It's a long road that leads to nowhere, 4331|but it's dusty and rainy; 4331|there are no houses up in heaven 4331|and the sky is so dark. 4331|The children are so sad, 4331|and the people are so sad, 4331|It's a long road that leads to nowhere, 4331|and it's not going to take me home. 4331|It's a long road for a little boy 4331|and his eyes are so dull 4331|and his face is all so pallid 4331|because of sickness. 4331|It's very lonely and sad, 4331|and the road is so long, 4331|And my little daughter and her daughter 4331|are not going to cheer me. 4331|I'm too old and tired to play, 4331|and I want to sleep. 4331|It's always rain outside 4331|with our house all bare 4331|and everything in the lane 4331|and the trees and all the bushes 4331|itches under the skin. 4331|I wonder why god made it so, 4331|and why it rains so much, 4331|And I've so much to think of 4331|and so little time to sleep. 4331|It's very strange that trees 4331|and bushes and the town 4331|and the sky 4331|should make such terrible storm, 4331|but there's so little time to think 4331|and so little time to sleep. 4331|Why are men so wise 4331|and why have the poor 4331|such a hard time? 4331|Because they've always had time 4331|to think. 4331|Because they are so happy 4331|and so smart to please 4331|and so hard to please 4331|and can't be bothered to sleep 4331|as others can be 4331|who are given the chance. 4331|They have always had time 4331|to think. 4331|If you are happy you must ======================================== SAMPLE 40140 ======================================== 13650|There lives a man in the sea, 13650|And his name is William Godwin, 13650|With a long tail and a broad tail, 13650|His heart's delight, and his tail's delight, 13650|He was fed in a boat of stone, 13650|When the Dutchman said to the Dutchman, 13650|This miracle I will show thee, 13650|The miracle will surely show thee. 13650|William gave a great meal, 13650|William Godwin took it thence, 13650|But the Dutchman laughed and said, 13650|That's no reason for giving thee. 13650|He ate the flesh of calves 13650|Till he had eaten the woman, 13650|But the woman laughed and said, 13650|That's no reason for taking me. 13650|She took two papists, 13650|And they sware that they'd each swill him 13650|With the water as it fell on, 13650|Although the billow did them swell, 13650|And they swore that William would swallow them. 13650|But the woman laughed and said, 13650|He's no such miracle swimmer, 13650|He's no such thing as swammer, 13650|He's the devil's own deputy, 13650|And his oath is, Take him down, Bill. 13650|The Devil's own deputy, 13650|As my oath thou'lt take him down, 13650|There is one here with a gun, 13650|And another one therewith, 13650|One and two, and three, and four, 13650|That never laid down his thumb, 13650|When Bill was taking him down. 13650|They are as willing swimmers, 13650|And as happy as happy swimmers, 13650|They say, Take him down, Bill; 13650|In a wooden boat, 13650|Will not pay it heed 13650|Whose head is in the sea. 13650|The Devil takes a hundred hats, 13650|An' a whole lot more than that, 13650|He'll keep a thousand hats. 13650|And there it is finished. Bill! 13650|Come, come, thou beast of a man, 13650|Thou wench of Hindostan! 13650|Thy lusty sultan is dead: 13650|His head a barrel rolls upon. 13650|The King of Pericles, of old, 13650|(As the good old sultan once said) 13650|Was sick, and had his bed neglected; 13650|His sultan could not pay his debts; 13650|So the sultaness came and sate her, 13650|And watched her suckers growl and grind; 13650|And she remarked, as she looked upon them, 13650|They were as fat as fat could be; 13650|Upon her breast lay a naked cup, 13650|And a shiver ran through all her body; 13650|Her face and gown had vanished completely: 13650|She stood and gazed at them with dread, 13650|Till the shiver gave her visions fair, 13650|And she knew what was becoming of mind. 13650|"Dear sis in Persian lore, 13650|Know'st thou not this song most sacred? 13650|Say whether here beneath this minster dome, 13650|'Twixt holy basil and sacerdotal flowers, 13650|There's a creature, of all mortal kind, 13650|Lords of his own; whose soul, in its hour 13650|Of glory, with its every joy and sorrow, 13650|Sways in calm superiority to all that live. 13650|A lion-like form, with scaly skin, 13650|With a bright shining eye, and a lion's nose; 13650|No fierce life there is in him; no blood 13650|Rushing from the heart, in his unrest; 13650|A king of calm and heavenly gifts, 13650|Of his own realm of power and beauty,-- 13650|And now when the sultaness looked above him, 13650|He was a lion more fierce and splendid; 13650|And a lion without a heart, 13650|A lion without a pride, 13650|And with his tail in an attitude magnificent, 13650|He wagged his tail to torment a lady 13650 ======================================== SAMPLE 40150 ======================================== 34298|A host might boast that he was free from ill, 34298|Such slaves in chains, to his own slavery tie! 34298|What though the fates to him, like hellacious Fate, 34298|Should in a day of slavery close the door? 34298|Or when in freedom's happy morn, again 34298|To live in servitude? "No," the slave replied-- 34298|"Though to the direst moment, life be ours, 34298|We love to live on, we love to drink the dew; 34298|For then our hearts are blest--and we die in debt! 34298|"The poor man needs but little when to weep; 34298|Than Heaven's reward is all he ever had-- 34298|A wretched man with sorrow evermore; 34298|For that is only woe and misery; 34298|Then to be cringing at the lash and chains, 34298|And beg when chains are thine to give, I guess." 34298|The slave nodded solemnly, and sighed with tears. 34298|With that the hound had bound him arm to arm: 34298|The cudgel dropped its hampers, and the chain 34298|Broke into clogs; the fetlocks snapped unbind; 34298|The horse went free, unstrung the hanger yoke; 34298|The hound let go its jaws, and breathed of air. 34298|And now, upon its last extremity, 34298|A soul on such a tether would be wrought, 34298|As if the air were all the breath it needed 34298|To break the jar by death that huddles it; 34298|And the wild heart, that had so long been bound, 34298|Received the sweet breath--unbroken yet-- 34298|The only voice, that spoke amid the thrall, 34298|And breathed the only sigh through all the chain. 34298|Then sudden, as from earth the earth relax'd, 34298|Lapped from the eye, the man fell forward still: 34298|Through the thick gloom his eyes the lightnings flash'd, 34298|And the dark earth in his heart threw back the ray, 34298|Nor paused the savage at this glorious view, 34298|But on--the trail of life--with boundless glee. 34298|He climbs the mountain, not with joy and pride: 34298|The hill's one joy of solitude to him, 34298|The only joy of earth--to him 'tis wise. 34298|Life's joys are few: to the keen-eyed hunter, 34298|Life's joys are naught--and so his quest he pursues: 34298|Not for himself alone he takes his chance, 34298|But as an aid to fortune in her course: 34298|Yet is the wild life not the only friend, 34298|Who hath the favour of the lord of life! 34298|He's in to daunt, he's in to flatter, 34298|And he's a fool and a liar when he's alone. 34298|He holds the hand that claspeth his own; 34298|He calls to him and hearkens and obeys, 34298|Nor deems his comrade a friend of his own. 34298|No--in the bosom of wild Nature 34298|The friendship--the alliance of his heart. 34298|For his delight, and his glory, 34298|The Master he has called by his name; 34298|For a breath of the God he does love, 34298|The hand that claspeth his own is his own. 34298|And when the hour is at midnight 34298|When the world is dead and the stars are pale; 34298|When the cold, silent body of his soul 34298|From the brows of dark death draws its last breath, 34298|And the voice that saved him--he wakes to life again! 34298|The moment comes, the hour is at dawn, 34298|When he hears, as from an angel's tongue, 34298|That the soul is not dead but alone: 34298|Then up from his brows the sudden breath is drawn; 34298|A new-born life is round him, the old gone home! 34298|There is no god, no mortal art, 34298|Which can make us, as he is, 34298|One with the wildest thing of earth; ======================================== SAMPLE 40160 ======================================== 2294|And the red mist creeps past; 2294|O the crimson rose that gilds her own! 2294|O the crimson rose of grief! 2294|O the flower that will fade, when the day is dead, 2294|And the day of life is done. 2294|The red rose 2294|That is ever the prey 2294|Of the wind and the rain 2294|Shepherds, and shepherds' bees. 2294|The rose of the morn. 2294|The crimson rose that waits 2294|For the wind and the sun 2294|When the day is past. 2294|Now, in the dawning, 2294|In the twilight, 2294|In the afternoon 2294|The wind is at rest; 2294|And the stars are up 2294|In the clover 2294|And the dew is upon 2294|The flowers. 2294|Now, in the dusk, 2294|In the twilight, 2294|In the noon 2294|The wind is at play; 2294|And the stars rise 2294|In the clover 2294|And the dew is gone. 2294|Now, when the day 2294|Is past and the dusk 2294|And the noon 2294|And the dew have flown, 2294|And the flowers 2294|All are red like blood, 2294|The wind goes sighing, 2294|And all night long 2294|The wind is blowing 2294|Through the heart of the flower. 2294|So I sat one morn 2294|And heard the wind grow soft. 2294|And the stars are up, 2294|And the dew is on the bud; 2294|So I came to you, 2294|And I kissed your face, 2294|And the wind goes sighing, 2294|And all night long 2294|The wind is at rest 2294|And all night long 2294|The flowers blow. 2294|The wind is gone from the wood to the sea, 2294|From the tree-top to the vine, 2294|And I saw on the horizon the moon rise 2294|Like a spark of fire! 2294|The wind is lost in the trees, 2294|Blown through the leaves, and all alone 2294|In the dim, silent forest go 2294|When the night is fallen. 2294|With a rush and roar of wings, 2294|Like a sound of rain, 2294|When the last dank trace of shadows 2294|Hid away in the dark 2294|Birds and leaves are scattered, 2294|Falling, in a mist 2294|Over the water. 2294|Over a sea of mist I see 2294|A light against the sky-- 2294|It is the wind of dawn-- 2294|Its course is wholly run: 2294|Its path is sheltered: 2294|A white sail, like a fleet-winged 2294|Flying dove,-- 2294|It is the daybreak, 2294|The land-bird's homing. 2294|A white rose in the wood; 2294|Where the leaves are wet 2294|On the slender stem; 2294|All day long and under 2294|I have been to tell 2294|Of this sweet rose. 2294|All night long and under 2294|I have been to tell 2294|Of this sweet rose. 2294|O! O! O! O! O! O! 2294|I heard on the lonely shore, 2294|In the night and the rain, 2294|The sea-bird whistle shrill; 2294|And, as he whistled and sang, 2294|The waves made a sigh, 2294|And the winds in the tree-tops 2294|Were sighing and wet. 2294|For the sea-bird's home was far 2294|Above the billows' swell, 2294|When the billows were wet, and 2294|The winds were still; 2294|And all the woods on the island 2294|Rang with his song, 2294|And all the winds in the tree-tops 2294|Sat with him in May. 2294|But now the winds have changed-- 2294|The ======================================== SAMPLE 40170 ======================================== 27221|Thine art, and thy excellence, 27221|Of man distinguished, as thou art, 27221|A nobler object will be found.” 27221|Now was the hour of pealing light; 27221|From the dark towers the bugles rang; 27221|And, round the mound, at every turn, 27221|Rang forth the furious trumpet sound. 27221|Full on his head, with thundering roar, 27221|The brazen helmet rattled loud; 27221|And, as the brimming trumpet blew, 27221|His eyes with fire o’er Lucrece streamed. 27221|“Now fly,” the pale witch cried, stern-browed, 27221|“Now fly to Circe, and promise fate! 27221|“For never, so foul a demon, I, 27221|The sinless virgin of Calypso, 27221|Shall meet with such a demon now, 27221|That, through the fair precincts of his home, 27221|Comes never a thought to scan me in!” 27221|But he--as oft he 'scapes the dark, 27221|Where the foul flame their furies feed, 27221|And, bolder for his strength, more fierce, 27221|With the lightnings is not afraid; 27221|The haughty witch, his boast acquires, 27221|In his arm slung, and hand white-robed strong, 27221|Stands by his side, and thus accosts,-- 27221|“Say, why do ye by the witch-cup? 27221|Why does your lip a smile express, 27221|And not a frown conveys your sorrow? 27221|“Forget the cup, forget the cup, 27221|Whenas, forget the wedding night 27221|And the love-sick maid beneath the moon? 27221|“And the bride gaily dressed to-night! 27221|Let them dress to-morrow for me! 27221|“Forget the ring, forget the ring, 27221|And your heart’s refreshment now! 27221|Forget the ring, forget the ring, 27221|And joy that’s aye to wait for me!” 27221|“What!” she cried, “not forget the ring, 27221|And be sure to remember me!” 27221|“I love thee, love thee, my Lucrece; 27221|And my love is sure to bless thee. 27221|“Then, if the cup can make thee smile, 27221|When its velvet-flowing top unfurls, 27221|Then rejoice, my love, rejoice, 27221|And the cup shall keep thee smiling.” 27221|At this “Hev, ich, bei dem Nacht sah bin!” 27221|They rose and hied them homeward homeward; 27221|His hand she fain had kissed, but she did not; 27221|His hand she wished she would not; 27221|And when they reach’d the distant land, 27221|With trembling she the vessel seized. 27221|From coast to coast their voyage they keep, 27221|Till reach’d the isle of Calypso; 27221|And there they meet the Nereids most, 27221|Who give them curios prudes to view. 27221|Then they behold the mighty Dead, 27221|Who all his good as bad as his bad, 27221|And then they turn’d to him and smile, 27221|And said, “We’re all of us good.”” 27221|So they reach’d the isle of Calypso, 27221|And there they view the fair Cocytus; 27221|And there they kiss’d her maw, and part 27221|In sooth no gladness was there found, 27221|But this their parting words express. 27221|“O, what a pity it is, that love 27221|And marriage’s lot should ever be!” 27221|“Thou shalt be wed, my husband now, 27221|If, when I am dead, thine eyes shall blink.” 27221|And here the merry bard ======================================== SAMPLE 40180 ======================================== 20|All in the height of his magnanimity. 20|So was the World, in which I have disjoined 20|My Soul from this created World, outrang'd 20|To lower notes; nor long had tow nor far 20|Into my ear so strange a Narrative rung 20|Of perfect Happiness; when up I rais'd 20|My eyes, and questioning, 'All hail! what now 20|Hath brought me hither? who hath done this thing? 20|Out of my mind! and thou be first suspected. 20|What helpest thou? who alone couldst ordain 20|Or who else do first and last with thee this 20|Strange Employment? who didst thrust forth 20|Thy 2 hands and 1 breast, and pluck thy hair, 20|And climb up with thee this highest peak 20|And sink it in the depths below; where lies 20|The least wherein to scale or climb up 20|With mortal hand; why cam'st thou not with speed, 20|Descending? whence thy talons? why 20|Against the chain in which thou gird? why 20|So sad a talon? why so slight a grip 20|Of thy upper paws?' 20|Thus I 20|Ask'd with slow sad eyes, and much disquiet 20|Dwelt on my lip, when lo! up shot his eyes 20|At once, withal so bright, with greatest love 20|They seem'd to blaze, as ruby when outglows 20|The purest white; and thus I felt new fire 20|Come o'er me, and new etherial spirits 'gan 20|To play around my head, with such a heat 20|As will not suffer forth the cattle home 20|From the lily lying by the river's side, 20|Or grasshopper in his lonely gaited bed: 20|New joy I had not felt till that day 20|When first he took me by the hand and said; 20|My mother, tell me, didst ever gad about 20|The house thou cam'st across? and I follow'd ask'd, 20|Until we came to the high sea-shore, to whate'er 20|Might ease my pain. There I beheld one bound 20|All in his mourning sprig with ivy-banners brent, 20|His head and body buried under the slime. 20|Thither he led me, and I follow'd tried 20|The ancient shepherd, and presently he came 20|Up to a mountain's top, on which a tree 20|Broad-pinn'd, and of olive-wood, bare, and plumed 20|With berries, as to him was come reported; 20|And under it an old crag leave- AMDYD F. 20|(AEneid x. 300.) I do confess, as amply shown by Mr. WATSON, 20|v. 4. A rich man's daughter.] There is another MS. 20|v. 6. Th' ill-starr'd Herdsman.] The original has 20|and above all in front of the tent the "harsh shepherd,"-- 20|the same who arrives in the vale and is greeted by the 20|hounds, and the hounds and the shepherd in the vale. It 20|v. 30. One.] Cp. Milton, Heroick Canto xii. 20|Hail, me! I see 26785|The good I come to do. 26785|P. The place for the hart is mine. 26785|Th' ill-starr'd Herdsman. 26785|v. 31. In the dark.] Cf. the poem on this passage 26785|Hail me the day that I am born, 26785|When the dark stars shall see me. 26785|v. 36. By a lake.] Cf. the description of the same occasion 26785|In his house the king he went, 26785|Down upon a lake into which the sea 26785|Whispered through the trees. 26785|v. 50. The woodman's daughter.] A daughter of the woodman 26785|(the son of the tree whose name in this poem is to be found in 26785|P. V. LIII. 26785|Bid her come and draw water from the stream; 26785|For water ======================================== SAMPLE 40190 ======================================== 42041|And the great heart beat fast like a drum, 42041|And the strong blood surged in floods, 42041|And the whole earth went to dust, 42041|And a long, long time there was no song. 42041|And the great heart beat fast like a drum, 42041|To see the grey-haired, grim-visaged man 42041|With the brown eyes, that had so often told 42041|His tale of youth, and joy, and sorrow,-- 42041|Old Ned like a great thing tall. 42041|And the great heart beat fast like a drum, 42041|To see the broad, black, sun-burnt brow, 42041|And the long, thin beard, and all of them, 42041|As he took the wine cup from his breast 42041|And filled it up, and drank. 42041|Then came the other man, 42041|Who was more grey and sad 42041|(But not quite dead), with a great, old, white face, 42041|And a broad, grave, serious mouth, 42041|A long, hard, heavy dark beard, 42041|And the wan, white eyes of a dead man 42041|Blind with the sun's gold fire. 42041|And his long black hair 42041|Bowed back, o'er his face, 42041|Like fallen leaves of autumn, 42041|That curl like little rivers 42041|In a mountain's vast heart. 42041|His face was fixed as in an icy stare, 42041|There was nothing to smile at, 42041|Only the heavy dead pallor 42041|Around his eyes. 42041|And he stood in the window staring, 42041|With his long black hair 42041|Rolling in the wind; 42041|And the bitter wine cup, 42041|And the tall dead man. 42041|They did not speak, the two men stared, 42041|They did not move from their place; 42041|They watched the sunset, and he saw it die-- 42041|The last pale gleam of the pale golden sun. 42041|The white-robed monolith of the last, 42041|A tomb, a temple, a black, grey stone 42041|Where men who lived once lived again; 42041|The last pure gold of their amber tears. 42041|A moment; and then they turned to go, 42041|They saw the old man in the window, 42041|He was straight, and his eyes were white. 42041|And the long, white shadows 42041|Of the black shadows slowly crept up, 42041|Like the long, white walls of a church, 42041|That stand up from the mists of history. 42041|_You_ saw it stand-- 42041|A great, white, black stone-- 42041|And the last great sunset shone 42041|Bright through it from the earth, 42041|And the last man saw it stand, 42041|The last white man stood there, 42041|With a smile so old, so dead, 42041|And a great, white, black stone, 42041|In the window of the tomb 42041|We have made between us and Him. 42041|I am going to go back to the town 42041|A few times a week, 42041|To see all the houses along the street. 42041|I shall come back with weary feet 42041|And weary eyes, 42041|Tread softly, for I shall find 42041|There are no flowers, my Mary. 42041|To see all the houses along the way, 42041|In the dim green night air 42041|I shall come back with tired, desolate feet 42041|And weary eyes. 42041|Here in the village 42041|We often stop to talk. 42041|We seem to know each other. 42041|I think that it is she ... 42041|But I know not ... know not what ... 42041|We walk hand in hand 42041|Along the quiet, lonely, lonely town. 42041|We walk hand in hand 42041|Along the quiet, lonely, lonely street 42041|In the dim green night air 42041|We walk hand in hand. 42041|And in the evening 42041|We go to rest together 42041|In the little, little quiet night with her. ======================================== SAMPLE 40200 ======================================== 1365|Sobbed to see the young men's hopes extinguished, 1365|Cried as thus the king, 1365|"O me! oh, the woman is not thine! 1365|Away with her! Away with her at once! 1365|"For in the old days she would not yield us 1365|This woman that I love so. 1365|The old days are long gone over them, 1365|The old days, long gone over; and she 1365|Hath yet to learn; 1365|And I, in the old days, could not see 1365|With the sight of her, 1365|Nor know my sorrow. How will she forget 1365|Her father's graves and his daughter's tears, 1365|And all that has pass'd to-day, 1365|Since we two were parted, me, and her, 1365|In the old days? 1365|The old days, long gone over, will not return! 1365|This woman will not yield to me." 1365|Then the king, the old man, the good old King, 1365|Rode forth with his retinue 1365|Through the greenwood, where his troops had laid 1365|Dead, fallen, slain before him. 1365|In his queen's chamber he was lying, 1365|There that man of men, the fool, whose wit 1365|Awhile outwears the world. 1365|The Queen had given him a farewell kiss, 1365|The King a greeting and a greeting; 1365|And the evening, as he sat alone, 1365|Seemed but a dream in that dreamy eye 1365|That watches manhood long since dead, 1365|Or, as some poets term it, in the clay 1365|That makes immortal, as the dream 1365|Ages onward from the mortal life 1365|To that which, being immortal, makes 1365|Dull mortality even drear. 1365|He heard no trumpet sound through the greenwood, 1365|He heard no herald on his balcony; 1365|But he saw the gleam of the morning beam 1365|On the old oak-tree 'bout which he dreamed, 1365|With its boughs bowed backward by the winds of fate. 1365|He felt the cool fresh breath of the morning air, 1365|For the first time in his life; he passed then 1365|Out through the green-wood to the castle-yard, 1365|Where the chivalry of Belgium lay. 1365|He saw the castle doors swing open wide, 1365|As he rode through the green-wood 'mid the leaves; 1365|Then heard the rustic draw-bridge murmur again, 1365|And the watch-dog's bay that sat with drooping head, 1365|And the low tread of a greyhound sent to keep 1365|The neighborhood tidy. At a door he stepped, 1365|To the shapely arm underneath the benches, 1365|And a window, where he saw his mother stand, 1365|Bending o'er a quart of port, and looking grave 1365|To send a message to her daughter. 1365|What joy was his! what grandeur! On the walls 1365|Lay the sketches of heroes of long ago, 1365|The pictures of his life? 1365|So he sat there, gazing 1365|O'er the faces of his early kinsmen, 1365|And he dreamed. 1365|And there fell strange and strange a sense of space 1365|Between himself and the drawing; but he caught 1365|A gleam of light, the kind that only Heaven 1365|Appears to receive, and he was at the door, 1365|And closed it, and entered in, and was alone. 1365|The world was round him, and his heart had been 1365|A part of Heaven, and his spirit had been 1365|A part of Heaven; and now here, now there, 1365|Like an old story told! 1365|But it was all a dream! 1365|What could it mean? 1365|There is a time and a place for all things, 1365|And the old poet's eyes were very near 1365|To the sweet fruit they hung upon the tree, 1365|When the ripe root was green and budding red, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 40210 ======================================== A thousand eyes behold him: 5186|In the thousand eyes a thousand colours 5186|Spread themselves as flowers in Autumn, 5186|On the skins of wild-fowl scattered, 5186|On the carcases of wild-boars; 5186|On each tree-top spreads its glory, 5186|On each deer at rest and glowing. 5186|Everlasting colours spread them 5186|On the plains, on the mountains, 5186|On the heads of men in battle; 5186|Colours on heroes' spears and bucklers, 5186|Colours on magic casques sent it 5186|On the bodies of the heroes, 5186|On their shields, and caps, and casques ofwomen, 5186|Colours on bucklers and on plumes of salmons, 5186|And the mighty buckler of Wainola, 5186|And the magic casque of Wainamoinen. 5186|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5186|Flying from Pohyola's court-yard, 5186|To the forest flies a dovelet, 5186|And he foals its feathers to her. 5186|Thus the golden chick of virgin-cricket; 5186|Thus the silver-throated blue-fowl, 5186|And the long-tailed part of the marmot, 5186|Flies to seek her mates among the heather; 5186|Singing, sings within the pine-trees, 5186|Sings to please her wooers, her suitors, 5186|When, alas! unhappy Bruno, 5186|Who the mate of her affection, 5186|Has by force of magicians, 5186|By the aid of pow'rs of ether, 5186|Wooed and won the lovely chicklet, 5186|That she bore a son of magic 5186|To the house of wicked Hogen. 5186|Thus the blacksmith, Toppo, interprets: 5186|"Hogen, how can Toppo train his hawklets, 5186|How may Hogen's own fire be kindled, 5186|How may Hogen, magic brother, 5186|Befriend his father's fire the most, 5186|Kindle magic power in flock-lings, 5186|Kindle it at the fires of Hogen?" 5186|Thus replies youthful Wainamoinen: 5186|"Woe is me, my honey-bee is injured, 5186|Poisons my beloved chicklet, 5186|Fleets away in quest of sweets and sobers, 5186|In the chase of the cuckoo-cock's prophet." 5186|These the words of Wainamoinen: 5186|These the words of his brother, Agemon: 5186|"I can check the plague of youth and happiness, 5186|Can disperse the silver-showery prophet!" 5186|Thus again these magical words 5186|Are recommenced from the blue-mere: 5186|These the words of the enchanter: 5186|"Kill thy bee with poisoned shaft of mercury, 5186|Kill it with poisoned shaft of oak-wood!" 5186|Thus they spoke in a troubled manner, 5186|In the days of old and summer weather, 5186|In the days of winter weather, 5186|In the seasons of the summer-house, 5186|In the happy homes of heroes. 5186|These the words of old Wipunen, 5186|These the words of the magician: 5186|"Call in herds of swine from the stables, 5186|Bring me cattle from the pastures, 5186|That I may burn the flocks of lambkins, 5186|That I may feed my cattle hero-children, 5186|That I may keep them in all their vigils! 5186|I will give the best of all my herdsmen." 5186|Thereupon waxed wise Pohyola: 5186|"Woe is me, my herd-boys in danger, 5186|From the stables of Poppoo, jackal, 5186|Poachers from the marshes ravenous! 5186|I will send them to the court of Louhi, 5186|To the great queens to warn them caution, 5186|Thus warn the hero-maidens, Louhi!" 5186|Quick the youthful Wainamoinen 5186|T ======================================== SAMPLE 40220 ======================================== 29345|For I shall never, never, never see you again, 29345|Not till I pass the door and go my own way." 29345|I wonder what he thinks of it, as I say "Never," 29345|Because it seems so long ago, and we are neighbors now. 29345|I wonder what he thinks of this house, which is to be 29345|Built to the laws of the earth and to the laws of sky. 29345|To see so wide a world, one cannot really be, 29345|But, as it seems to me, there is something, something new. 29345|So, as a matter of fact, "a little farther north" 29345|Is not the place to put the house, and I'm not seeking to 29345|In any case I have had the feeling 29345|That when next year my garden grows again 29345|I'd come and see it, and if not, I'd not. 29345|The ground so very hard is now in sight, 29345|And there's something round it sitting now 29345|In shape of a worm, or a slimy thing 29345|The garden has never seen. 29345|The grass is so gray that it has seemed 29345|There was a change of air 29345|Long ago. But now the green still stands 29345|And stands and looks like earth its own; 29345|And I do not think at all 29345|That the old ground came about 29345|And the grass was changed to gray. 29345|Or else it was so hard in front 29345|That some of it changed to air 29345|And ran, like a green ribbon, back, 29345|Or else it was changed with grass 29345|To gray grass flying among leaves 29345|Where then some green was left. 29345|But that is what I find; 29345|And I do not know if I can find 29345|Whatever it was, but I know 29345|That, since I saw it there, 29345|It seems to me something that was ground 29345|But not its own. 29345|Some one said to me yesterday: 29345|"I wish I had some house 29345|For me and Mary 29345|In somewhere out of sight, 29345|And out of hot winds and rain." 29345|He did not quite deny it, 29345|But he said the house would not prove 29345|Very long to be. 29345|It might take an hour 29345|Before the grass is ripe or 29345|Even if he could stay 29345|Until the grass is green. 29345|He said that he knew 29345|The ground would soon go right 29345|Or else what would he do 29345|With all the trees 29345|Wearing green, 29345|And all the trees and grass 29345|All blowing on the same! 29345|The day that it was dark 29345|It was a good way to go-- 29345|But now the moon looks red, 29345|And there was a great big cloud. 29345|He is at least out of it. 29345|I wonder what he meant 29345|He was standing on a shelf 29345|That had a door to go through, 29345|And it was all closed. 29345|I wonder if he thinks 29345|The house is here. 29345|It's funny the things he says. 29345|He said: "But the thing I think. 29345|You can't do anything 29345|With all the things that live 29345|Where you are in the sky." 29345|And I don't see a step or door 29345|Wearing any blue 29345|Because all the trees 29345|Would wear blue, too. 29345|But there would be some that could 29345|Hide from cold or rain; 29345|And some 29345|That he could wait a little 29345|Until the trees would drop 29345|Some kind of leaf or two; 29345|And one or two. 29345|He's come away from what's to be 29345|And is in a world of his own; 29345|But something is off in his brain, 29345|And it seems to me 29345|That he is the man who stood 29345|And watched his garden, 29345|And said ======================================== SAMPLE 40230 ======================================== 615|A tale of shame and disgrace, how she 615|To be the first in all that realm to lay 615|His arm upon her, he her first did lay. 615|But in mid-winter to the east is brought 615|A mighty shower of rain, which now descends, 615|As when the sultry sun doth warm the plain. 615|Beneath the cloudy showers the heavens are spread; 615|And with new light and glory each high round. 615|This is the time, when in the heavens to look 615|Heaven, which the earth does by her rays foreshow, 615|Lets forth its bright and beauteous face before 615|The eyes of men, nor keeps them in suspense; 615|And on her brow is tinted, that she show 615|All hearts equally, as men's eyes do show 615|That they will smile and feel for every one: 615|But he who now had clasped her, in the strife, 615|Now sees all hearts like his own with vigour. 615|A thousand hearts all united, as is meet, 615|And beating with the same unconquered cheer, 615|She falls at length upon Arion's lap, 615|And there, 'midst them, lies with her life at stake. 615|As from the damsel lies the damsel dead, 615|Who was her husband's, if he had been dead, 615|'Twixt love and death, and all a man can know: 615|Nor will Love save her, or hope any other, 615|But the swift arrow and the fatal dart. 615|The youth and damsel, ever to be friends, 615|The boy, who found them in the field of fight, 615|Love, that could not, though so soon, be at ease, 615|And so, as he, was proud and cold in hate, 615|Had but a faint desire to see and hear, 615|As well as touch those lips which never gave 615|Aught but displeasure ever since their close, 615|But in his hand that dart and dart in one 615|Folded its shafts, and, whizzing upward cleft; 615|And pierced the neck of it, though by no fault 615|Of his, upon the cheek and chin it wedged. 615|But it was broken, by the victor's stroke; 615|Since with such pressure of his arms and brain, 615|That, ere the fatal wound the youth could close, 615|He died, his blood was drained away in vain, 615|And in his blood was drained a life too bright. 615|The valiant man, upon his mortal wrong, 615|A few sad steps had taken, ere he spied 615|Such fearful and unfathomable woe 615|(All things appear, although they not beheld) 615|As, that a very youth, who from the door 615|Of his prison aye kept watch upon 615|So many hours, was slain and in a breath. 615|What time the victor on that slaughter-struck, 615|In haste to find and aid his captive crew, 615|A thousand times and times and years his thought 615|Had, as his wits, to wonder at and dread, 615|That man of his should in such a mighty fray 615|Be slain that many an eye on earth had lost. 615|He, even as if that warrior's death were sore, 615|Of one so many, was the heaviest pressed, 615|And in his flesh the most piteous pang had made, 615|As he would well have suffered that his foe 615|Had died by him, his comrade, and his friend, 615|Yet would not with his comrade share his pain; 615|And, with that soul of man, now dead, begin 615|A life of bitter woe; that woe to show 615|By what is told. 'Twere better (so believed 615|The cavalier) the sad story had to hide; 615|And he whose body from the field had borne, 615|-- The cruel death which him had suffered there -- 615|And was by him before, should here rejoice, 615|And bear, ere it should perish, in his way 615|To find and save himself from death and pain. 615|So by his fault the sad wight forbore 615|The fatal act, when he had heard the tear, 615|And, on reflection, what is told, desired 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 40240 ======================================== 1924|Where the lark's voice sings. 1924|The sun is on the mountain-peak, 1924|The lark is on the plain; 1924|For the first time since time began 1924|Thy heart has changed beneath. 1924|My heart, my heart; thy heart, my heart, 1924|That was so cold before, - 1924|Is it the same, thou dark-eyed one, 1924|Thine eyes of silver fire? 1924|'Tis done. The world is mine and thine; 1924|My heart is cold and still. 1924|Come away, come away, 1924|I cannot sit and weep; 1924|With my love, O come and sit; 1924|I cannot have any rest. 1924|It is no use to cry; 1924|I know the world will find it so, 1924|And then, with tears and moans 1924|I will turn to my poor love, 1924|And kiss her cold and dead. 1924|It is too late for sighs and tears; 1924|I must not look at her 1924|Who is such a thing as gold, 1924|I must not see her face, 1924|I must not know where he lies, 1924|Who will not come to-day. 1924|We can make things too bright, too bright 1924|For the dead and the hiding; 1924|We can paint the moon and sunset, 1924|But in the dead and hiding, 1924|That is what makes the glades and hills 1924|All pale in the hiding. 1924|I should love to turn and go; 1924|I should love to go with you, 1924|Down the dark ways, the very dark ways, 1924|And the dark green hollows. 1924|I can make a little altar-light 1924|To stand by my bedside, 1924|With the ashes of a half-forgotten god 1924|Set in it at even; 1924|One that she had left of old, 1924|When I was a boy still, 1924|And one that she would always bring 1924|For me, when I was sick. 1924|I will make a little altar-light 1924|To stand by my bedside, 1924|With ashes of a half-forgotten god, 1924|Set in it at even; 1924|One she had left of old, 1924|When I was a boy still; 1924|One that she would always bring 1924|For me when I was sick. 1924|One we know well, 1924|One we know well, 1924|One we know well, 1924|One of whom we must be 1924|Whose face will the world speak, 1924|Whose face will the world be; 1924|One whose life has gone over 1924|In the darkness with care; 1924|One whose very presence we 1924|Must suffer for a space 1924|Of years, or years will return 1924|In the manner of her face! 1924|Her face that is gone; 1924|Her face gone, 1924|All the tears of her eyes 1924|Shall ever outlast a day. 1924|She has gone, 1924|As it was her fate, 1924|In the darkness with care; 1924|But her memory is there 1924|Still for ever and forever, 1924|And there are lips that are dry 1924|And piteous hands still, 1924|And a face and a face 1924|Which she did never forget. 1924|There is a face of flame 1924|In a great sea of life, 1924|Where hearts beat brave and high, 1924|Where men have a home-place 1924|In the mountains, and a home 1924|For the love of another, 1924|In a world of care. 1924|There is a face of fire, 1924|And the fires of joy 1924|Look out on this land 1924|And glory in the skies. 1924|She never shall lie so low 1924|And never with the dead 1924|Sink and pass away, 1924|The love of one who loved her 1924|In a ======================================== SAMPLE 40250 ======================================== I've made a lot of money, but nevermore 22421|Shall riches bring, but sorrow, or a heart so sick. 22421|No more, no more, sweet housewife, shall this be, 22421|And here, alas, and I must part: 22421|For the poor lass that's left a lone and outcast 22421|In a desert like this is evermore, 22421|A hunted thing and hunted that no one knows. 22421|She that may have been the mother of this 22421|With her sweet eyes and baby brow, 22421|With her soft hair, with her lily breast, 22421|With her ivory hands are all forgot. 22421|O, that I had been so strong, 22421|To drown the grief that's in me! 22421|But I am but a poor wanderer 22421|For want of shoes and boots. 22421|If to the street I go, 22421|A servant-lad I go, 22421|A sister is with me; 22421|But ere I go, a brother is 22421|Away with me for my brother. 22421|When my sweet mother calls for me 22421|I sit down by the hearth, 22421|And smoke and sing with her; 22421|When my sweet father home comes, 22421|I sit and spin for him. 22421|Then when the spun-sparkles fail, 22421|Then away with me I fly; 22421|And when the door-latch squeaks, 22421|I follow my brother's plaid. 22421|I'll not accuse thee, ye witch-devils! 22421|Thou'rt the cause of this our trouble. 22421|Now my little sister's at the feast, 22421|And I the guest beside her. 22421|To be in that merry company 22421|'Twere a shame to me; 22421|Or to sit and watch another's wife, 22421|A most unkind comparison. 22421|I sing how I did grow 22421|Grow up in air 22421|To such a height of knowledge, 22421|So much more than boys my age. 22421|At school my head was dight, 22421|Till one day I was made aware 22421|A certain maiden there, 22421|That looked like me, and seemed like me, 22421|But had a ring of a different colour. 22421|She asked me why I came, 22421|And I replied, 'To pay 22421|A visit to my little sister, 22421|For she has been for a long time away.' 22421|A man of my age, and scarce well known, 22421|The very name of his sins is writ: 22421|He swears he loves none but me, 22421|That loves me, and the same doth swear. 22421|He'll kiss me, he'll kiss me, he'll kiss me, 22421|He'll whisper to me in every street. 22421|His mother and his father's a great merry-making; 22421|And when he's but come of age, he'll make a great swiping. 22421|My hand, I've been like unto his ever since; 22421|And there's never a man can say I've given him less. 22421|At school I made so good a bustle, 22421|That all the principal asked to know, 22421|And every one found out when and how I did it. 22421|But when I got to College, with one half-tuckered nose, 22421|I found, a lot of times, his mother had lied; 22421|Or, if she told 'em to one that he might credit her, 22421|She'd swear 'twas one of the sisters of mine. 22421|He scorns me, I see, that I can shun him so 22421|I see no way he may deny me there. 22421|If I am so by nature prone to doff 22421|His garments, 'tis because I do so just; 22421|And heels, that I did once for a dout 22421|Of his lusts, now to forsake me, he'll say. 22421|At school I was a silly boor; 22421|I used to curse and swear so, 22421|That my little brother the doctor ======================================== SAMPLE 40260 ======================================== 1317|(That is 'twould be my last line, I beg your pardon) 1317|Is that the end of it? Not the end of it. 1317|I am no more to be the bane of the world. 1317|The old-world ways of men I must withdraw 1317|From out the world of spirit, and put in order 1317|The world of body. There I must go, you see, 1317|A man. I shall be nothing anyhow 1317|Save what my body and spirit together make 1317|For the good of the world. That is all. 1317|(They set to their work and forth on the wide world run; 1317|The wind is still, the deep twilight seems long; 1317|Noiseless the grey mist creeps across the meadows 1317|In silent procession--the great sky looks down 1317|Where the white clouds fly slowly--unfurled 1317|The huge masts of the flying battleships lie; 1317|And a silence falls upon them, one long pause.) 1317|There on the great white sea-marge, the waves about us 1317|Roll the battle-battleships to and fro-- 1317|There the ships that fought of old and still prevail-- 1317|There the battleships that burn like moons in heaven; 1317|And, lo! the sky and sea are dark and everdark-- 1317|But the air is full of the voice of the wind, 1317|And the golden scent of the wild thyme 1317|Stirs in the valley 'mid the tall grasses. 1317|So the song of my love runs on. 1317|For he's a stranger to our shipyard-- 1317|He must travel the sea, I know, 1317|And there on the other side-- 1317|But there is a home enough for him 1317|To keep him a little longer. 1317|He will wait the winter out, 1317|Till the spring return, and then 1317|He'll sail home to England--to his own. 1317|There's nothing in the world that beats her-- 1317|She has nothing to offer, I fancy, 1317|Except that she might be, and be better. 1317|She has none, and more's the pity, 1317|For she always was the same old thing. 1317|She's like the apple of his eye-- 1317|A yellow, plump apple, juicy-- 1317|A little round, white-fruity apple. 1317|But the devil in her will not let her 1317|Be tempted by the taste of flesh and blood. 1317|And so, while the rainclouds frown and still 1317|Her ship is in the gulf, my love 1317|On the ship's deck sits by his window. 1317|The windy seas are his-- 1317|His ship's quays are the waters about him, 1317|And the wind and the storm are in his sails. 1317|Here in Britain I love her well, 1317|For there's nothing in her that excels her; 1317|She has nothing in her--nothing the man alone 1317|Can want. If the man could want her, 1317|He'd let her have my love for his sake. 1317|There is nothing more strange or strange 1317|Than the young land. It's like some strange dream 1317|Which the old men have been dreaming-- 1317|Some strange vision the man and I have had-- 1317|The fog that clogs our eyes and our noses. 1317|The old men have been dreaming 1317|Of a land beyond the sound that we heard-- 1317|That's what the old men have been dreaming 1317|Over the fog and the rain. 1317|But the man and I are not the same, 1317|The land is not the same, the sea is not; 1317|So, what is it we dream of? 1317|There's nothing that would set the man 1317|An appetite for the sea, 1317|Nor the man's desire to taste. 1317|The sea is no dream--it's real: 1317|And the fog is not the sea--it's neither. 1317|It is the fog, in my mind's sight, 1317|And the old ======================================== SAMPLE 40270 ======================================== 19221|For in that garden, God made man, 19221|A small delightful place. 19221|'Twas here our father William grew 19221|And brought his household goods; 19221|Here my ancestor Nancy came, 19221|And built, as well you know, 19221|The trusty dwelling of my soul-- 19221|That is, till I am gone! 19221|'Twas here our mother Nancy came 19221|With her good grandsons three, 19221|For she said, "Wee baby, little boy, 19221|You must take mine, for my darling boy!" 19221|'Twas here my sister Nancy came, 19221|For she said, "I'll have such a son 19221|As grows like a mighty peach in the figtree; 19221|And he'll be the sport of a nimble boy." 19221|'Twas here my brother Nancy came 19221|When a little boy slyly; 19221|My sage forebodings were confirmed 19221|When he said, "I've caught a swallow," and she cried, "What? You're a bad boy!" 19221|'Twas here my father Nancy came 19221|When a young one she had had; 19221|She gave him a good guinea, my good dear, 19221|And made him a nether one, 19221|To catch fish in the river, and rob people of their things. 19221|'Twas here my mother Nancy came, 19221|And she said, "Oh, beauteous child! 19221|Come tell me some tidings of thee; 19221|For my darling child and mine own I'll not live without thee." 19221|She did come, but she cried, "Why, what duns! 19221|Why, what duns is here so ill?" 19221|She did weep, and away she went as fast as her whisk, 19221|And what she brought us she wore on her neck and on her arm. 19221|The world did cry, "'Tis well, 'tis well," 19221|When I came, by God's help; 19221|But I do think that there's some better is than the best. 19221|'Tis not at all right, 'tis not at all right, 19221|To shake your fist at an evil; 19221|Give me the silver shill of the sea 19221|And a diamond apple! 19221|My own beloved child! 19221|I do entreat and implore you, take with you 19221|The best of what God has destined. 19221|The life of a child should be simple and free From all fret and strife, 19221|The cradle and the nail, 19221|For nothing is of lasting sorrow or pain, 19221|But that the mind must wander 19221|To keep it wholesome, 19221|And every atom-- 19221|A precious gift that cometh out of the great darkness, 19221|And out of the sun, 19221|The child's own physician--the father of all that is born! 19221|That you have a father I do beg ye look up to me 19221|To show me that which I can see in your eyes and yours 19221|For the soul that is born to us, 19221|In every human heart, 19221|Is nourished on that holy water which is water divine. 19221|But when the little feet 19221|Grow up to go a-field, 19221|And the dear body is no more 19221|A welcome resting-place, 19221|Oh! then there's no wanting 19221|Those pure and gentle gifts 19221|Which do make up the life of the earthly home. 19221|Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! 19221|Bird thou never wert, 19221|That from heaven, or near it 19221|Pourest thy full heart 19221|In profuse sprights of love 19221|Or longing to content 19221|Any earthly sight. 19221|Higher still and higher 19221|From the earth thou springest 19221|Up in the ether 19221|Unconscious that there I dwell 19221|And only to my soul 19221|Intoning breathe thy single breath. 19221|In the golden splendor 19221|Of the zenith sublime 19221|Thy form em ======================================== SAMPLE 40280 ======================================== 8672|And like a child he's gushing from the stream; 8672|The water's lapping up on either hand, 8672|And he is laughing loud the while he flows. 8672|The snow is lying on the topmost brake; 8672|The wind is blowing with the current through, 8672|And like a river now and then he breaks 8672|And down the river takes a towlike run; 8672|The snow lies thick upon the ridge like lead, 8672|But he is flying all the way o'erhead, 8672|And when he drops, the air is warm and fair, 8672|And then his speed is great--'tis folly, I trust, 8672|To let a fly go creeping where a fly is not; 8672|He's a brave little intruder from heaven, 8672|And has a way of peeping in at last. 8672|He's a little bird, 'twas made at break o' winter, 8672|That I had for an only son, 8672|As cold as he was meek and mild o' April, 8672|And strong like me to do his best bidding; 8672|He lived but for my pleasure, 8672|By far the fondest he ever yet did win, 8672|To be the bird I named the wettest ever, 8672|Of the two that stood in bed to keep it warm. 8672|He got a little in his fancy moods, 8672|With his old mate on the bank to play, 8672|When both were lost to every man except me, 8672|My dearest, but my dearest; and if he stray'd 8672|From the cool bed to the green bank, 8672|Or from the bank to the sweet couch he slept, 8672|They were the two that made my heart run race. 8672|And when his time was come I had to leave him, 8672|And the cold field-weed was ready for me: 8672|For the two that stood by my side were my friends 8672|And I could live no more but with them here. 8672|Now I'm lost, a wretched wench, and all desolate, 8672|But, oh! my love and my little hens have a way, 8672|To make a life at every hour 8672|Of a heart that they can ne'er divide; 8672|And if they fail their duty's they've ever bound them, 8672|They never will be divided, as they ought to be. 8672|Now what a pity it is 8672|That birds should be so cruel, 8672|That they will hate and despise men's houses, 8672|And the friends that are left behind them; 8672|And yet they have so much less sense 8672|Than dogs and too much more cunning, 8672|That they often go the wrong way, 8672|And hurt the thing they're after. 8672|Oh, they may fly in the same place but, no! 8672|They come no clearer to the cat they'll follow 8672|And then all in the face their love they'll tell, 8672|And never talk to a man again: 8672|Poor dear birds! oh, pity them 8672|And make them the friends they ought to be! 8672|My dear little darling 8672|The children want to play with me-- 8672|They've brought their toys and they're all away-- 8672|I've been in bed all day long, 8672|And every minute goes away. 8672|I don't like to go to bed, 8672|My feet are always in the way; 8672|So, having lost my way, I'm in such dread, 8672|I thought I'd rather go to sleep, 8672|And if I'd but the sleep I crave, 8672|Though every one would say it, so, 8672|When I at last should find out how, 8672|When I was come to love and to hate, 8672|And you must be happy, little heart, 8672|They'd say I'd forgotten you. 8672|Oh, how I've wished 8672|That I myself could be as she is; 8672|A little daughter of earth and air 8672|(So many lovely children born), 8672|The morning star upon a cloud, 8672|A violet on a ======================================== SAMPLE 40290 ======================================== 1304|'And I'd fain have left all hope behind 1304|To win an honest friend,-- 1304|The poor mite on earth that's worth a pin. 1304|My spirit's been cast away, 1304|Though no disease mars my mind; 1304|But life, I find, is cold and drear, 1304|And death,--how sad! my dearest friend, 1304|Is sweeter to despise.' 1304|'Ah! why did you not leave me then, 1304|As all the rest must die?' 1304|'My friend, that was not far; but you 1304|Must wait while life remains; 1304|For life has none to tarry here; 1304|Then why not me?'--'Too late, alas! 1304|I see--you've been too long. 1304|But see! my friends, they all are dead, 1304|They all must die; 1304|Your friendship never more shall live, 1304|Tho' earth's affliction pierce 1304|My heart and purse in store of woe, 1304|And loss of aught of treasure, 1304|And long-desiring child. 1304|O! we too oft have felt and heard 1304|This cruel change, 1304|And we, who ne'er have felt or heard 1304|Such torturing pangs! 1304|A mother's heart is aye the slave 1304|Of sorrows in her breast, 1304|The sister's heart is widowed too; 1304|The wife is all alone; 1304|The sage and just and good 1304|All turn'd to stone, and worse; 1304|While I would willingly be still 1304|For that, in sorrow, at the last, 1304|What can I do but live?' 1304|HUERTO! we have not to fear 1304|The future; now that we are here 1304|'Tis clear no further should we go: 1304|The time now is the best we have, 1304|'Tis now to choose, to take or keep. 1304|And we so long have travell'd far 1304|That thought of 'coming home' becomes 1304|Our only hope and all regret. 1304|And will no one talk of _your_ departure? 1304|Will she no more remember your story? 1304|HUERTO! she is in a way the same, 1304|'Twill soon be well if she thinks not of it, 1304|For once the very thing I said, 1304|That you are now the happy woman I knew, 1304|For once I knew, and now I know not any more: 1304|And _she_ is the same, and I do know not where, 1304|Nor if she be or if she should be or not, 1304|Nor whether she _be_ or _she_ be an inhabitant of it. 1304|In all that hath a name, or else its image, 1304|The mind may go astray, 1304|Like the blind boy who finds a bird's-egg, 1304|And runs afraid all day 1304|And never sees what he is about. 1304|Wherefore, good Sir, pray why so pale you are, 1304|And why not dress more richly than when else?-- 1304|That you have the same shoes on-- 1304|And I that have no shoes but on my toes: 1304|Your sister has them, and your brother not so-- 1304|That you have a girl and he a warty nose 1304|That he cannot smell, even with a nosegays, 1304|More than when he has a warty nose-- 1304|And, sister, you must be most humble, 1304|For I am humbly too, and you are modest. 1304|And, sister, when you are as tall as you are, 1304|You must remember though, you and I, 1304|We who are of your age are growing old: 1304|O we are nearing of the time to part, 1304|The time to choose when we shall cast off this flesh, 1304|This wiry tissue as to suit less girls-- 1304|A time to which the man more warty noses 1304|Would rather have than ======================================== SAMPLE 40300 ======================================== 937|And that, by one strong will. 937|And that, by one true heart. 937|And that, by one, great God, 937|I'll be all He can make 937|And bind by no vain will. [~_Grateful, and full of love_~] 937|Ah! God of Love, why will thy Will, 937|The very Will of all, 937|For us but now? 937|And why must we, not to please, 937|Him, the only Kings make 937|To bless him so? 937|Why must we leave all else behind? 937|All else is all behind, 937|It is our fate, is our fate, 937|That we must live. 937|I'm weary, weary, weary, 937|My head is like a thing that sleeps, 937|And I dream of things afar: 937|_My life has passed, and gone, and done 937|With, and for, and for-thee. 937|And I think of things I never saw, 937|But think of them still and cannot speak. 937|I think of things I will never see, 937|For I must think and think till they are gone, 937|And I think of things I cannot know, 937|And think that they are gone forever. 937|And I think there is a lot of sin, 937|But, nevertheless, I have learned not to grieve; 937|I know that sin's there! 937|I know some things are false and false; 937|I know there are things that are not true; 937|But the things that I do know are the best, 937|And the days of my life are the sweetest. 937|I know that the world, so cruel and vile, 937|Is but a false, false world; 937|And that I will have many good days 937|And other good days and other days. 937|I know, I know; I know I know! 937|I only think, I only feel; 937|I only dream in a night of night, 937|And I only think, and dream, and feel. 937|What a world it is! What a world for me, 937|And why I should be satisfied so? 937|But I must think on, think on through and through, 937|Keep still; 937|And yet think in vain; 937|Think, think, think, 937|Think at will with thoughts that are vague and strange. 937|And the dim and distant day is full of night, 937|And the sad things that I would give up to-night. 937|And what is a sad thing to-night? 937|_The world is full of the dark things that I would forget; 937|And I think of--and feel, and love; and I sing; 937|And I dwell, I heartily, in my little room; 937|And I dream that I too can the day have gone through, 937|And to-morrow go through the same, 937|But that this last day's I wish for, too, I know, 937|Is that after this is my own. 937|For this is all, then, 937|A world of the dark, and a world of my grief; 937|And a life I will live, a life I must live, 937|But cannot live; 937|And I only know, by a deep, deep faith, 937|That I must have joys far sweeter than I want. 937|For I _will_ have joys when I _die_. 937|And I cannot help my heart at all, 937|For my soul would rather live and be glad 937|Than that I should have my share 937|Of the good things that are than have a share 937|In the grief that is past. 937|And I only know that, if all that I have won 937|Are to be found in the sky, 937|All that I have won, that, in time, 937|My soul will have joys far sweeter than I can. 937|A ======================================== SAMPLE 40310 ======================================== 8187|Of yonder sun and stars; 8187|And each, as they drew near, 8187|His heart with wonder warm-- 8187|Ascended with full wings, 8187|To meet the light and song, 8187|Through all the realms of light,-- 8187|"Let us explore the skies!" 8187|So the wise and brave say. 8187|Yes--let us look that out, 8187|If we can! I am bold, 8187|With that great desire, 8187|That sets our hearts afloat 8187|On a light that lies 8187|In a vast, unmeasured sea-- 8187|And waits, when we shall call, 8187|To welcome us to sea. 8187|To think of this! the dream 8187|Of that bright world that lies 8187|Far, far above this shore, 8187|And waits, for our dear sake, 8187|To welcome us to sea. 8187|But why, my pretty Maid, 8187|Wilt not thou listen to me, 8187|And with some sweet reply, 8187|Such as I shall choose to frame 8187|For thy future love? 8187|Then thy little heart shall sing 8187|Much as never maid hath sung 8187|In her sportive mood; 8187|And her lute shall oftentimes 8187|Ring with notes so bright and clear, 8187|That we shall, well pleased, 8187|Will pretend to hear them, and 8187|Will even believe they come 8187|From the Fountain of Youth! 8187|As this Fountain, thro' the tides, 8187|Of all that pure and bright 8187|Can fall from its azure throne, 8187|Sheds its warm dews in showers 8187|On the flowers that deck the lawn, 8187|So, from its crystal brink, 8187|By night and day, 8187|The dews of youth and flame 8187|Fall gently on the face 8187|Of this fairer world of ours-- 8187|But it is not our choice 8187|When, thro' the summer light, 8187|By noon the flowers of earth 8187|Bloom on the hill and grot. 8187|The flowers that once thro' Time's wave 8187|Have shone with more than Southern grace, 8187|Shall now upon his eye, 8187|Fade rather, I fear, than bloom! 8187|So, when thy chosen maid 8187|In some blooming garden walks, 8187|By Nature's magic wand, 8187|To pour her love below, 8187|The fountain's waters mix 8187|The spirit of her mind. 8187|Then stay--and softly flow, 8187|That, mingling with the spring, 8187|Her soul may meet the same 8187|Immortal fountain's face; 8187|While, deep in thy undying source, 8187|The waters of our love 8187|Still fill that soul with woe! 8187|Thus, when thy chosen maid 8187|In some blooming garden walks, 8187|By Nature's magic wand, 8187|To pour her love below, 8187|The fountain's waters mix 8187|The spirit of her mind. 8187|I know my love is true, 8187|And loves me most of all,-- 8187|The only love, it can be told 8187|By the dear voice so sweet, 8187|Which from his eyes came forth to mine 8187|And told my heart to me. 8187|Then it is truth, my love so true, 8187|That if he had a soul, 8187|He never could love me but 8187|As I love him now! 8187|"When first my love became a thing 8187|That knew itself a ray, 8187|I loved with all my soul, and said 'twas he,-- 8187|A glorious youth of air. 8187|"I mean in fullest love, as well 8187|As other love that's free, 8187|Which, to my heart, is nothing more 8187|Than pure affection's fire, 8187|"No other passion so enchained 8187|As this; in its full orb, it seems, 8187|The sun ======================================== SAMPLE 40320 ======================================== 27195|He's the man that comes round. 27195|Ole Jack nink it on de hick'ry picket; 27195|Dat ole black hen's gwine down to de hole; 27195|Dat is dat man, Jack Sparrow. 27195|We's a-slippin' de chamby end on, 27195|We's de same as we' loved ole Jack; 27195|I'se gwine down to de hole dat Jack fall in, 27195|So gwine I down to de chamby end. 27195|I loves you, de black mother hen. 27195|Den she he'p me her laffin' way, 27195|In dem dancin' days. 27195|Whar de hen want a piece o' bread? 27195|Come off dat crowbar, boy; 27195|Dey's de same as you an' me. 27195|Dey's de same as old Ould Liddle Sparrow. 27195|Come, I'll kiss you my bread an' my butter,-- 27195|Nen I kin kiss you de dizzen hook, 27195|An' de mouf-men laugh at dey cheek. 27195|I'se gwine down to de hole dat Jack fell in, 27195|So gwine I down to de chamby end. 27195|In de chamby end,--all de hole is de hole; 27195|W'en de hen she wants a piece o' bread, 27195|She'll w'en de hen w'en de hen comes. 27195|Oh, I loves dat goose yappin' up an' down, 27195|I loves my gander big, too. 27195|Dat ole mammy hen says I is weak; 27195|Dat ole mate his right now is dead; 27195|De ole big goose jes co'n to de place; 27195|I loves 'em all, but I loves dat goose. 27195|Oh, I loves 'em all,--but I loves dat goose. 27195|Here goes one dollar: 27195|Dees a go now! 27195|You is gittin' tired 27195|Do you not miss 'em! 27195|Oh, I loves dee's real good, 27195|But dat ole mammy crow! 27195|Dat ole mammy crow 27195|She wus nigh a hawk; 27195|An' it's dat ole hen's gwine to die to de hen. 27195|Dat ole mate wus gwine die; 27195|Dat ole mammy crow 27195|She wus gwine to die to de hen. 27195|De ole mammy crow 27195|An' she was a dove: 27195|De ole mate wus gwine to die widders to. 27195|Here goes a big ole dollar, 27195|You is gwine to try 27195|To make de flock o' sheep, 27195|An' she wus nigh a loon. 27195|My dear! My dear! Miss Jeanie, 27195|I never thought to run away! 27195|But I run away so liddle, 27195|I hain't got no ould leg! 27195|It's all I hain't got, 27195|I hain't got no ould leg! 27195|De ole hen is gwineter lay. 27195|But my old lady's hoein' soun'. 27195|But my old lady's hoein' soun'. 27195|She's got a whip so stout, 27195|An' I do believe she'll finish. 27195|I'se gwineter stay and eat, 27195|An' sew an' embroider. 27195|You nix't know how I fret 27195|Whar I can cook for a man. 27195|But I can cook for a man. 27195|You nix't know how I fret, 27195|Whar I can cook for a man. 27195|Dey's a dingsome pie! 27195|It's yall'my, an' delicious. 27195|It's yall'my, an' delicious. 27195|My good folks home, 27195|An' I wish I wus back again. ======================================== SAMPLE 40330 ======================================== 27297|As he went from them, with fear,-- 27297|And so, that day, their tears were shed 27297|As with his heart they rocked. 27297|That, whatsoe'er befall, is well; 27297|He'll mourn with you while he lives; 27297|But whatsoe'er befall--ah, who, 27297|Whatsoe'er, will ever know? 27297|For his sweet love, for his pride-- 27297|I have read it in the tears 27297|That were wrung when Love was dead, 27297|And all the world was woe! 27297|He will be glad, when I am gone, 27297|To lay him on his sleep: 27297|But whatsoe'er may come to him 27297|As his, I fain would know. 27297|I know, I know, the years will come 27297|When he and I will part; 27297|But my heart knows, I know, a surer way 27297|Than words can tell, you say. 27297|I know his heart can never lie; 27297|Yet, the heart can never cheat,-- 27297|Where love lies dead, love will live. 27297|Though Love, all passion, died long ago, 27297|He lives to love for me. 27297|I've loved too much, too much to lie 27297|With any man, I think. 27297|If I forget my love when Spring 27297|My heart will smile, and lie 27297|Proudly, and let others know 27297|The days were better years. 27297|For the things Love lent I've made my own, 27297|Or turned my heart to them; 27297|The flowers I've stung, the leaves I've gathered, 27297|I've made them all my own, 27297|And turned my heart to them, I think. 27297|Or if I forget, or falter 27297|Or fall because of it, 27297|I'll smile and make another rose 27297|Because I've lost before; 27297|For the days were better days, I think. 27297|The Spring-light in the eyes 27297|Of all the world was one 27297|That made my heart its own, 27297|Because she laughed, and sang. 27297|What makes thy cheek so red, 27297|My heart so bright? 27297|What makes thy mouth agleam, 27297|My breath so sweet? 27297|What makes thy hair untame, 27297|My soul so strong? 27297|What makes thy eyes of blue, 27297|My sun so true? 27297|O moon with gold and pearl! 27297|O star with night's two eyes! 27297|Where are thy friends, my soul-- 27297|Tell me, where are they? 27297|I will remember, I will 27297|And with my sighs will mourn, 27297|The day that died when I, 27297|Went away to meet. 27297|I'll sing to thee, dear one, 27297|Of my life's journey, 27297|I will sing thee still with me, 27297|Till the stars grow bright, 27297|Ere I come to thee. 27297|O little bird, your song 27297|Is such a tale for thee; 27297|And it is all so dark, 27297|My bower, I so dread 27297|To wake thy soul from sleep, 27297|Nor hear the birds cry, 27297|Away, away, 27297|To meet, to meet, 27297|To meet, to meet! 27297|All through the night we sat. 27297|With no word with thee, 27297|We knew not what we said. 27297|Afar the stars gleamed, 27297|As through my window they 27297|Flashed into my soul. 27297|With no word with thee, 27297|With no word with thee, 27297|We knew not what we said. 27297|The evening came with rain, 27297|It was so deep and still, 27297|We did not hear nor see 27297|The rushing of feet; 27297|We walked alone alway 27297|By the shadow ======================================== SAMPLE 40340 ======================================== 1383|Ascends to the stars, all that he needs; 1383|Not all that life could bring his toil, 1383|Whereby this world is made a home. 1383|Then, not for him this darksome place, 1383|Not for him this darkness can impart; 1383|And he in the earth is blessed, 1383|Here with the children of his youth. 1383|In the midst of that eternal waste 1383|I stand sublime in what I am; 1383|No fear of this or the world's disgrace, 1383|By mine own hand a poor man's bale. 1383|If I had my way this work to do, 1383|It were the easy task of will. 1383|I will be patient, I, the Lord; 1383|And patience with thee, the King of men. 1383|My purpose by the way is set. 1383|But that thou know, all the more may'st heed, 1383|When I am gone hence, 1383|The way thou must go hence. 1383|I know. 1383|Not so am I in the land I choose. 1383|When thou art gone hence, 1383|Go forth thou lone sea-strand, 1383|Dive deep, dive ever deeper. 1383|Hark! hark! Listen, listen too! 1383|Hark! how my grey goose 1383|Surges round in white-spotted rout, 1383|As when a shot is heard, 1383|At distance, nearer, nearer. 1383|Heavily, heavily, my feet I press 1383|Unto that soil of thought; 1383|Not for the things that are, 1383|Nor the things that shall be, 1383|Not for the present; for the future seek, 1383|And the things that have been. 1383|I see the great dark world of thought, 1383|I feel the law of change; 1383|My love-line stretches out beyond the stars, 1383|O my own sun, my own stars! 1383|Thou, thou art not the earth, 1383|Nor the sun, nor the stars, 1383|Nor the life I have had as thy worth; 1383|But I choose to trust, 1383|I choose to count thee better than thou wast worth, 1383|And hast done worthily. 1383|I hear in that still silence deep, 1383|A sound of some great bird, 1383|And all is still around me, save 1383|The quiet deep for which I pine. 1383|From thy black wings, my soul, 1383|And from thy black eyes, my love, 1383|I see that birds of prey 1383|Have always food, 1383|Save for this, that I have 1383|No hope, no fear, 1383|Of hunger or of thirst. 1383|I may not lift my head 1383|From this smooth depth; 1383|But something, something tells me 1383|I am alone. 1383|In those black heart-blood-suckers 1383|I know that they 1383|Do not have the world to teach them, 1383|They only have: 1383|A place whereunder 1383|They learn that they may live: 1383|They are no more human. 1383|Yet this is beauty, 1383|This quiet and serene; 1383|Such beauty I could never, 1383|I only know: 1383|Yet, for that quiet, 1383|I am not mad, 1383|But sick of the thought of change. 1383|When it should be the other, 1383|Not I; 1383|Yet for a while 1383|I wish that thought 1383|Might come to me, 1383|Not as it would the others; 1383|Yet, when I am dead, 1383|Can think of the others. 1383|The moon was like a fluttering cloud, 1383|The stars were gold and green; 1383|The wind said one word; I said "Amen!" 1383|And then, "Good-bye," for so we went. 1383|We passed under hawthorn trees; 1383|I said not a word; she murmured low; ======================================== SAMPLE 40350 ======================================== A new book is born to do justice to our English 38566|A new edition of _St. Thomas's Innocence. By A. C. and 38566|B. D.; with an introduction and notes by P. J. 38566|_The First Eighteenth Century. by Pamphlets written for the 38566|publication of a translation from the English of the fifteenth 38566|the year ended up in being printed, and a good and useful 38566|translation, at the end of which was this line:-- 38566|"When he lies in slumber, that is, when he does not move, 38566|This is a time to eat good meat and to sleep well!" 38566|There are some scholars who (like Tonson and Trench) believe that to 38566|pauseth him, and all the better to rest and to sleep on: for 38566|truly in this book (the third of this series of seventy-three, 38566|which is bound in quarto), is a poem of that kind, begun and published 38566|by Dr. William Tytler, a German theologian, written for the 38566|publication. In other words, it is a very interesting and valuable work 38566|written in defence of what, after all, he would never have condemned. 38566|But it is to be regretted that so few English writers have been 38566|produced for our English ears. The German poets of the seventh and 38566|Eighteenth Centuries were, in a manner, the majority of that 38566|scholar, and the very first to make any headway upon the path 38566|which the English have trodden, in the same way as the Spanish 38566|in the eighth and ninth centuries. The great English readers 38566|who made the greatest headway upon the subject, viz., Voltaire and 38566|Montesquieu; (who was much a follower of Montesquieu's example) 38566|Pompadour and Mazarin; D'Israeli and the other French 38566|poets of the sixth and seventh centuries, and by whom we are 38566|now so pleasantly told of, that it would be wrong to allow 38566|enough attention and credit to the English for nothing else than 38566|they were the first Englishmen to have seriously entertained 38566|the idea of following the footsteps of the Spanish or French. But 38566|the English of the seventeenth century were, with the exception of 38566|William Congreve (who was a good man and a learned man, 38566|and the first French reader of our poets) very ignorant, 38566|and very ignorant of the German poets. But they were not alone 38566|indifferent to the Frenchmen and scholars of the seventeenth 38566|centuries, for the German poet, Dr. Humbolt, in the name of 38566|Stentorsheben and his others, brought the Germanic influence to the 38566|literature of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, 38566|taught them German poetry, and to introduce it to the English 38566|by means of its translations, both of which were extremely 38566|well received both in Germany and among English 38566|readers in England. 38566|In the beginning of the seventeenth century the learned German 38566|scholium of Hegel, the first German who wrote in the German 38566|language, put it thus:--"The German mind is at first sight 38566|as absolutely irrational, a result of that revolt from reason 38566|which is the subject-matter of philosophy. It is therefore of 38566|the nature to be chaotic and chaotic at the same time. It 38566|does this by an extreme renunciation of human happiness, in 38566|such wise that nothing can be born in its own image; it 38566|does this by an inflexions on reason, by an inflexions on 38566|self-interest which would be more rational and more valid 38566|than their principles of faith and charity. The German philosophers 38566|under the denomination of 'Eckrist, the advocate of faith' (in 38566|the sense of the word) made use of this principle in 38566|the way of religious conviction, for it is impossible for a man 38566|to act or to think freely who believes not in God, not in 38566|the eternal Deity, but only in the power of action or on 38566|the more logical conclusion that only those who act and who ======================================== SAMPLE 40360 ======================================== 24869|Still at his word the charioteer 24869|His royal office mastered. 24869|As in the sacred river’s tide 24869|The lotus turns and smiles at view 24869|So, bending from the air that bore 24869|Her glory, Lakshmaṇ looked and smiled. 24869|With Lakshmaṇ there the charioteer 24869|His master’s son espied. 24869|He hastened to the chief himself, 24869|Celinda told to Ráma then 24869|The story and the penance wrought 24869|By Ráma’s heart upon his foe, 24869|And Ráma to the monarch cried: 24869|“O Queen, whose fair face the fame 24869|Of truth and virtue adorns, 24869|The son of Raghu’s royal line, 24869|To thee my message bring. 24869|Whate’er thy royal sire commands 24869|With me he will comply.” 24869|She, when the words she spoke was heard, 24869|With all her saints and saints of kings, 24869|To Vishṇu then in heaven addressed 24869|The hermit of the lotus’ head: 24869|“Vishṇu, glorious emblem of bliss, 24869|My messenger commands, 24869|I came, but thou, O Ráma, dost 24869|Thy duty here perform.” 24869|He heard the saint’s speech, and then 24869|The saintly hermit spoke again: 24869|“With thee I came, but thou art he, 24869|The god of every good intent. 24869|Now duly on my journey bend, 24869|And all that I request thee hear.” 24869|Celinda, when he told the rest, 24869|A mighty task completed. 24869|The mighty hermit, reverent, bowed 24869|His head and came at Ráma’s call. 24869|As the sad river turns from west 24869|To south and shakes with pained breast, 24869|So his keen sense, his eyes about, 24869|The charioteer of Raghu(946) 24869|Went asking Lakshmaṇ’s courteous speech: 24869|“Canst thou, O Raghu’s son, with art 24869|Unveerably strong, compare 24869|With Lakshmaṇ, when he turns to east 24869|His chariot and his steeds from west? 24869|Canst thou with Lakshmaṇ contend? 24869|With Lakshmaṇ canst thou cope 24869|With Ráma, or the hero’s son— 24869|Canst thou, or Lakshmaṇ’s self, prevail?” 24869|“I know,” Ráma cried, “I know 24869|The man on whom thy care relies: 24869|And now I answer to thy word, 24869|To Lakshmaṇ’s, and his honour bold: 24869|Whence mayst thou turn my mighty soul, 24869|My utmost care to please? 24869|How can I meet thee face to face 24869|On equal terms as thou art?” 24869|“O Monarch,” thus the saint replied, 24869|“The truth I more than half reveal: 24869|Thy brother, true e’en to the end, 24869|Whom in his faith of duty fain 24869|Would follow through the world.” 24869|Then Lakshmaṇ turned to Ráma, and 24869|He, reverent, spake the answer due: 24869|“Let all the best his merits tell, 24869|As they have made avail to me. 24869|And be their faith the truth confess, 24869|Their worthiness the glorious king, 24869|That be his spouse for evermore. 24869|Or be this noble lady mine, 24869|And in her virtue’s sway be still, 24869|Like one who, freed from all restraints, 24869|Lifts up and loves, to heaven exalted. 24869|Or well I know that honour calls ======================================== SAMPLE 40370 ======================================== 20|Then on the earth he raised both hands to Heav'n, 20|And, rising supplicant, cried: _O Father_, 20|_Thou_ hast pity! raise thy throne, the Mountain 20|That we at last may draw aside, and see 20|Your works and work Thy glory! We are come 20|Into the work for which we toiled before; 20|Thy will be done; we ask not, blessing on him, 20|That thou hast made our death a gift to speed us, 20|But that the dissolution of this world 20|And our ascent to Thee have been ordained 20|And will be so, pleased is he who hath known 20|The truth, and known it already, to the 20|Fullest satisfaction of His great love 20|That from the play-house of Capri fell 20|Into the eternal river of Heav'n, where 20|Lift up each effort to fulfil the wish, 20|That knew our death and sought our life to end it; 20|He wins from thee the gracious boon to work 20|Where peace and rest all men alike enjoy, 20|And righteousness, which is the work of him 20|Who made us guilty, and decreed our end. 20|Thou knowest, Father, and hast said, we die 20|For Thee, and fall also--so we rise 20|Out of the dirt and mire, and quench the flame, 20|If we have one, that flames in our belief 20|And furies in our hearts, and makes us mad. 20|But if this quenchless fire of self-love, this zeal 20|Of perfect good in others' wrongs, be naught 20|But the brief breath of being, and the death 20|Of one of us by violence to one, 20|And Chance has done it, then will rising life 20|Scarce recognized, or existence scarce be had. 20|No, no, not yet--ah folly! but we'll strive 20|For holiness, and find it; nay, will live 20|On the mount to mount, and there will seek 20|Food and repose to give us strength to bear 20|Our lives out, and that bright life in us found, 20|Which will be for a lengthen'd term outlived, 20|The shortest life our frail race may consume, 20|We'll outlast Creation; and will gain thence 20|A glory that we think not of now, 20|As once we thought of it, and in our youth 20|Made sport of it. But if it be the doom 20|Of all creation to go to ruin now, 20|Wretched man! to perish utterly--no more. 20|He ceased; and all were silent, except that eare 20|Of Micah, prophet after prophet, which 20|Was listened to more for the sound of his feet 20|Than for his words themselves. Almighty God! 20|What thoughts within us could form such a strain? 20|Was there in all Jerusalem then, 20|Or in that village in whose embrace we died, 20|A gentler, dearer race than these were now, 20|Or men perhaps more vile, or less devoted 20|To purity and holiness then we were? 20|Whether in Aroer, or in the plain twain 20|Of Beth-horon, or the land of Chichimeen, 20|Or in the land of Pirithoed, or here 20|At this our trial, or in the future day, 20|We know not, but we seemed to some remote 20|Of space more distant, off against the west, 20|Off against the sunrise, or at set of sun, 20|Off against the evening, or as some suppose 20|More propitious, when we ceased, off from hence 20|Into a world of sorrow and of tears, 20|Into a world of sorrow and of tears. 20|But soon returning from our labours here, 20|Some few departed, whom we mourned and saw, 20|And whom we saw departing, with the light 20|That on that hand uprose, and gazing on it, 20|Laughed a joyous laughter, and began to say: 20|What can a work like this produce? we look 20|For one like it in all our work, here, there, 20|In every thing. The very least it takes 20|Is ======================================== SAMPLE 40380 ======================================== 1855|His voice is low; his hand is small 1855|As his dark hair, that creeps. 1855|Yet a ghost of joy and youth I know, 1855|A man who loved the world and felt 1855|Its needs, and knew not that they were 1855|But earthly, foolish things! 1855|Yet in the night he seemed to view, 1855|And feel, and breathe the peace of God, 1855|Even as the night, and all the world, 1855|Was bright and dim, and very light, 1855|And faint and far. 1855|A man unchilded with thoughts of earth, 1855|Unsatisfied with all that men 1855|Or men's unruly sons shall do, 1855|Gets up to find new fancies there, 1855|New pictures in the eyes 1855|Of some grave angel's sad, dead child, 1855|A phantom of the soul. 1855|O love, our love is but a word, 1855|We need no more, I ween, 1855|A word of praise, a word of thanks 1855|For what He has done. 1855|Yet never did our hearts so strive 1855|Beset our path with woe, 1855|That from the day our eyes were parted 1855|We had not heard, in some far clime 1855|(For all things strange and alien seem 1855|Thou knowest), the sweet voice of one 1855|Who called me to his heart. 1855|He called to me, his tender love, 1855|His soul's in song and story, 1855|He called his infant love, my own, 1855|And I have listened, and I have wept, 1855|Yet never did it move, or stir 1855|To any sense so deep and dear 1855|As this, beloved one! 1855|As far away, as far away, 1855|I hear the voices of the birds, 1855|As far away, I read, as far away, 1855|The songs he sung me to new joy! 1855|And so I go down to the world of men, 1855|With this alone to cheer me, and this alone, 1855|For thou art faithful that wilt not turn from thee; 1855|Thou art faithful that wilt not give a thought 1855|To any need of another, but will pray 1855|To Him who guides, and who takes away 1855|His care for all,--the poor child, whose prayer is strong 1855|But hath no strength to keep it while he keeps, 1855|And who sends love that makes the heart rejoice, 1855|And joy and peace which passeth thought away 1855|And prayer and help and love that wilt not fail. 1855|The heart hath need of the voice and hand, 1855|But more than all things here,-- 1855|To him, that is God's servant more and less 1855|Than all things are to him,--to me, that is God. 1855|I came to thee a poor old man 1855|And all thou saidest seemed sweet, 1855|But to be true unto me, 1855|My life and everything. 1855|And now my very tears are vain, 1855|For surely in thine eyes 1855|I lie upon the earth, and yet, 1855|I weep no tears at all. 1855|My lips lie shut and sorrowful 1855|And thy bright eyes are wet; 1855|But I had a happy childhood too, 1855|I still remember well. 1855|From the land of light my mother came 1855|And gave me her old home place, 1855|And set me on the earth with hands unfaltering 1855|And in my heart a home. 1855|Yet still as I go, when I remember well 1855|A little house, and a little bread, 1855|I am sorry--in myself I know-- 1855|That thy love was harsh and cold, 1855|And my heart had turned so far away: 1855|Yet as though a little child I mourn, 1855|That this my heart thou couldst not heal, 1855|I would have known, if thou wouldst give me 1855|A home and home to-day. ======================================== SAMPLE 40390 ======================================== A little while the young are sitting in the 1728|hutches; 1728|And then the mother and the sister sit by the fire and roast the 1728|channa. So when they have roasted the channa, they sit on the 1728|beef and drink the foam, and from the bowl they drink 1728|the sweet wine, and they lie down by the fire, and the 1728|woman sits opposite, and the youth sits by the hearth. Now 1728|when they drink they fill the cup and draw off the wine, 1728|and drink their fill within their hands, a great bowl they throw 1728|away unwashed, and they smite off the channa from the 1728|bowl, and throw it at the sage. Now the sage, in counsel 1728|and counsels sharp, is sitting by the well of the house, 1728|in the midst of his goodly-ranked hall and within his 1728|square. Now he had been sitting all that way on the 1728|maddened ox's hardy hide, but the youth gave him a stone to 1728|hold his balance in the fall, and he held the rock, and the 1728|rock he set on the ground, and cast the weighing scale, and 1728|set up ten to the sixth part of a length of his stature, 1728|and the tenth part was the breadth and length, and he set 1728|it on the floor of the hall, and cast the balance of the 1728|stone, as the youth, in his turn, set it at the end of his 1728|shafts, that from the first to the sixth part of his stature 1728|he might keep a continual measure. Now it chanced Odysseus, 1728|when he was yet sitting this way and swifty, that he should 1728|find that the channa was yet alive, though it had long been 1728|slaughtered. Hereof he would have been sorry, for he had no 1728|favour in his house, if he had killed it. Now the youth 1728|stepped forth from the hall where he sat down, and clasped the 1728|gibbet and made fast the bolts to the door, and he came 1728|out to the sea shore, and went swimming towards the island, 1728|where he had left his wife and son; and Iphidamas came to the 1728|house, and he came in his own name. 1728|Now when the son of Odysseus had reached the sea shore, he 1728|lasted one meal, and lopping off the channa he lay down to 1728|sleep beneath a green bough, and slept not till the other three 1728|gather at the breaking of the day. Now there was an old 1728|woman of the town, whose name was Mentor, who sat at the 1728|mouth of a stream with her daughter, who bare corn continually 1728|to the people, when the harvest came of the field. Even thus 1728|did she abide her place among them with her daughter and 1728|daughter's wife, watching how the children fed, and her 1728|mOTHER, a rich woman, had great cares for her; and she was a 1728|woman both of speech and of mind. So these children grew up 1728|together in the halls, and by the fair-vested maiden. And 1728|when they had come to the fourth year, all of them in their 1728|seasons were going to the great city of Crete. And to 1728|Utidamus they sailed, and by the shore of Oceanus; for 1728|their voyage proved of little length, and their stay was 1728|short, for the ship was wrecked on the shore, while they 1728|remained in your town, weary of feasting fast, and without 1728|good store of wine to drink. And Odysseus was come home. When 1728|he had got home, his friends asked him of his voyage and 1728|their sorrow; and he answered them that he had been lost 1728|on the wide sea, with no one to guide him. And they 1728|made mock of him, and were not persuaded, but cast good 1728|wrought vessels to the shore, and bare them with them, as the 1728|muse, mightily skilled in such arts. And in the ship they were 1728|kept, and in the ======================================== SAMPLE 40400 ======================================== 15370|And he shall kiss me as he left me. 15370|And if the fickle moon should wane, 15370|And the stars should change their sky, 15370|I'll think he's turned to a pretty 15370|And little white star. 15370|"I want to be a little bird" 15370|I have talked. "And flit about the kitchen floor 15370|To build a nest to live in and to perish by!" 15370|"And eat the kitchen's bread," 15370|I have talked; "and fly away, if birds should sing--?" 15370|And every bird but one had gone. 15370|"I wish I could fly, 15370|To build a little ark, and to fly about!" 15370|Now this is a silly idea, 15370|And a pity, I declare, 15370|For a bird with a large round belly 15370|To venture to build it. 15370|All birds should take a leaf 15370|And write a letter on a book 15370|Before they fly away. 15370|"My mother let her cold cat out of her stocking, 15370|I'll let you out of yours." 15370|I like cats, but then, 15370|As I said before, 15370|I say things by halves. 15370|Then I like hats, but still 15370|A hat, though, 15370|Is better than no hat-- 15370|You wear one--why, 15370|You have no tail either. 15370|How sweetly did you say 15370|"My dear, I think you should wear a gown!" 15370|But since I have, 15370|When you think you 15370|Have nothing else on, 15370|I guess that you do, 15370|And therefore you have nothing on. 15370|I like my bread muff, 15370|With water jest, 15370|And I like my hash, 15370|But, oh, my! 15370|I wish I could sing like you! 15370|Of course I _should_ sing, 15370|And dance like you, 15370|But I'd rather not. 15370|My mother, I'm sure, 15370|Would think it absurd, 15370|And say I was ridiculous. 15370|If she were deaf and blind, 15370|And you should see 15370|The light of her eyesight! 15370|But you see, papa, 15370|_I_ am not deaf nor blind. 15370|And yet if you could see 15370|What I _am_, pray, 15370|You'd say I'm not half so pretty-- 15370|As pretty as you. 15370|I was once a pretty girl, 15370|But now I am very plain; 15370|And I won't go by "May," 15370|And I don't go by "Mona," 15370|When I'm out walking with "Mabel," 15370|And "Sister Ann," isn't she? 15370|"Celia," you know, 15370|In flower and tree; 15370|I'm always in "Hollies," 15370|And always in "Daffys." 15370|But I do love to visit 15370|My grandmother's shop, 15370|At Springtime, when it's so full, 15370|To take a little closer 15370|To the goods and lovely folks, 15370|And see pictures in "Mimma's" case; 15370|I see her, one day, 15370|With "Whip-poor-will," 15370|And "Daffy," with a smile, 15370|And "Little Jack," and "Jimmy," 15370|And "Pat," and "Polly," do they? 15370|But I am very fond of all things 15370|A little childish, little, 15370|And go out in the sun to play, 15370|And laugh and sing away my joy; 15370|I play and whistle and shout, 15370|As I pass by the homestead "Golly," 15370|And then go home in the night 15370|And sleep, and dream, and love--and then 15370|I go and cry, 15370|And cry it loud and cry it deep, 15370 ======================================== SAMPLE 40410 ======================================== 1365|And in vain the hand of love was ever raised, 1365|No touch of earthly thought upon the head, 1365|But in the grave the grave, 1365|The grave alone, a little space for prayer and rest. 1365|How should I tell the story of my bliss 1365|In these sweet times and this glad world of ours, 1365|With all its joys, its sufferings, and its fears 1365|How should I speak of life in its old way, 1365|Of my love lost, and the love of other men? 1365|For the new times have come, for the new world's land 1365|Seems full of peace. I see it daily in my dreams, 1365|And never shall die. 1365|I remember, in my boyhood, 1365|The pleasant ways of the old-time peasant. 1365|The way of the shepherd, the way of the knight,-- 1365|The way of life is the same, and it is good. 1365|But in the fields with my friends, 1365|Laying aside the dust and the burden of lore, 1365|I sat me down and played with my idle boyhood. 1365|Then came the knights, and they went forth to fare; 1365|My father's name was Hocine of the Rhine, 1365|Of the great Hapsburg; and when, at last, 1365|They came back from their journey of many years, 1365|I was known by the name of Hocine of Reims. 1365|One said to me, "Hast thou not seen, in this hall, 1365|On this grand floor, the old man of Austria, 1365|Who was called Hocine of Reims when here 1365|He came among us with his army of knights?" 1365|And I answered him, "In that land I am not sure, 1365|But I must away, for a noble knight's love 1365|Binds me to life with a garment of gold." 1365|"Then I am come back!" 1365|"Hast thou not heard of a mighty man among us? 1365|He is called Hocine of Reims; the son of thee, 1365|And Hapsburg of the fair and noble father; 1365|He is coming this way, and he goes by thy side; 1365|He is the knight against whom the king stood forth 1365|With his sceptre in hand. 1365|"He is coming now to thy door. I was alone 1365|When the good Hocine went forth among us to-day, 1365|And was heard of in this hall. His gold had pierced 1365|Into my bosom, and his name came softly out; 1365|He is coming now to thy door; and he holds thee, 1365|And love is over thee, and love is over me. 1365|He holds thee and he loves thee. Come to me!" 1365|And I answered him, "To me the love was strange; 1365|My own heart held me, as the breath that holds a bird; 1365|But that I spoke, it was a word, so to be feared. 1365|It fell upon my heart as a breath upon the grass,-- 1365|As the breath of summer on the meadow-grass. 1365|To the castle-gate there came a lady, 1365|And her eyes were bright with the light of war; 1365|They were like the holy stars of dawn, 1365|When the day is just half-past, 1365|Or the dark time between twilight and nightfall 1365|When the night is growing chill and still. 1365|But she did not come to me; 1365|She only stood and said, 1365|"Come to me, beloved, at my gate, 1365|O my heart's dear master! I know not what will be 1365|'T is strange, when things that are not strange must be, 1365|To see with my own eyes the truth, 1365|And stand on the threshold that leads to heaven!" 1365|The Master of this house spoke. 1365|"Come to me, dear, at my gate, O hermit here; 1365|Come to me at the gates and at my feet; 1365|I shall hear thy voice, and I shall see thee ======================================== SAMPLE 40420 ======================================== 12242|As is the sea-wind on a wintry shore, 12242|On which God's creatures all go sorrowing. 12242|Not unto the sun the sea-wind claps, 12242|Nor winds from inland breezes blows; 12242|But to the earth, where'er she treads, 12242|Airs of sweet sympathy impart 12242|Into the workings of her heart: 12242|And flowers and birds, which beat their wings 12242|In airy liberty before her, 12242|Do like dear Ones complainings send, 12242|Which on the tongue of Love partake. 12242|It is a dainty thing, when May is nigh, 12242|A blooming, blooming matron to be seen, 12242|With rosy fingers prattling on her page, -- 12242|Of all the flowers a host is willing still 12242|On the sweet morrow to the bud to show. 12242|Then, little time we lose for dreaming, 12242|To set the spice of mirth among our tongues; 12242|For then the flowers, to whom we owe 12242|A debt of heart, but not of tongues, 12242|Soon grow to be as eager in their suits 12242|To pay the tribute of their "Ladies' Bank." 12242|It was the custom of the ancient world 12242|The great and the little to patronize; 12242|They loved the sage and illuminator, 12242|For wisdom's sake, to make his patrons wealthy. 12242|But as all other honors are decay, 12242|So love of the great patron is decay; 12242|And the sage, who once durst be wonders, 12242|Is now a burden, a dead drudge. 12242|In the streets of Rome, at least in my acquaintance, 12242|There was a man who, in his own way, 12242|Was thought a poet, 12242|Because his feet were found 12242|In the common business of mankind. 12242|Was such a man, it would appear, 12242|The founder of that genius, 12242|That has made him the object of all 12242|Contemplation and augury; 12242|And that, some twenty years ago, 12242|He made love to a lady named Fame, 12242|Because her fame, he said, was strong. 12242|But the girl was his ambition; 12242|She was he only, no one else; 12242|And they were kindled beyond the pale 12242|By their mutual respect of his genius. 12242|There were the two lovers, 12242|One with a soul, one with a body, 12242|And, at times, the two 12242|Would sit at a table 12242|That overlooked the wine. 12242|And it was here that they began to plan 12242|For an intimate encounter, 12242|For of the guests at that time none knew 12242|The name of the man at the other's feet. 12242|And then it was there would be 12242|The hour of the most extraordinary things. 12242|It might have been a dance, 12242|Or a jig, or even a romance, -- 12242|For the man in the lady's lap 12242|Would not have been too fond of any crime. 12242|But never did the two exist. 12242|And now, by the advent of the deuce! 12242|(The last is a matter of course) 12242|Is the only thing to relate, -- 12242|That the deuce to make it up! 12242|'T was a night at sunrise, 12242|And the moon looked down in 12242|The clear morning's amber 12242|Pure and glowing on the sea. 12242|The blue was on the water, 12242|And all the stars of heaven 12242|The hour shone up to me. 12242|And in the quiet of the night 12242|My soul was a star; 12242|And down the sky's blue rim, 12242|Just as it was begun, 12242|I heard it grow -- a cry. 12242|It was a cry for love; 12242|It was a cry of pain, -- 12242|The sound of love's strife; 12242|And at the cry's onset, 12242 ======================================== SAMPLE 40430 ======================================== 1727|you will tell to the men who have been in your ship." 1727|Ulysses thought awhile, and then said, "I cannot tell 1727|you this sort of tale; it is not pleasant to me, nor to the 1727|people of Dulichium. But you may think it a very good 1727|thing--my father and his son are both of them that old 1727|men who know about the gods, and what not--to be told 1727|of the story of Ulysses and his journey. Now that ye 1727|have told it, I will send home the stranger who comes 1727|bringing this message." 1727|On this he sent straight for his sons with him, but he said 1727|not a word unto the men of Ilius, for he had not come to 1727|know what the man was about. He then told the story of Ulysses 1727|and the suitors, and they all of them laughed at it. When he 1727|had told it, he sat him down in the shelter where he was 1727|sleeping to content his eyes. He said, "Honoured guests, 1727|one and all, be not disturbed, but go about among you, and say 1727|everything that you will, for my father and my son are both 1727|out there. Let them stay here where they are, and I shall be 1727|soon home again; and I pray you do likewise." 1727|Thus did he speak, and Antinous said, "Not so, not so; 1727|no truth in what you say, nor any evidence for it; it is 1727|but idle talk! There is a mighty city in Ithaca, the 1727|city of Ithaca, built up of walls by the god Melanthius. There 1727|is a certain man in Ithaca, a man that would raise an army and 1727|allied against us should he come; I have heard that this great 1727|city is built up of walls by the god Melanthius, and Melanthius 1727|shall be the first to fall from the strong towers here about 1727|the city; I therefore go about among you, and tell everything 1727|that you shall say, and do all that you are told by the 1727|people of Melancthonius." 1727|Thus spoke Antinous. They replied, "Antinous, be not in 1727|great offence, and tell my lord Idomeneus the king of the 1727|Dulichians to come here and fight us. If, too, any other of 1727|us do his best abilities greatly weaken, we will go up to 1727|him and make him come." 1727|Thus spoke Ulysses; they all of them shook their heads in 1727|appearance, and went on their way, but Eupeithes alone he 1727|kept company with his men, and went among them. 1727|Here the man of Dulichium was suddenly moved to tears by his 1727|own grief. "Father," said he, "we are a long way on our own 1727|flocks to drive us that we will never see the land where 1727|we are going to live." 1727|Then Antinous said, "Take him along and go up to him, if you 1727|please, and say whatsoever thou shalt have him say." 1727|Thus did they go up to the king, when, lo, Ulysses was 1727|towards his own country with his men, and was sitting in his 1727|country home. But Antinous was in bitter grief, for Ulysses 1727|was to be king over the whole people of the island. Then they 1727|brought him to Penelope, and she gave him the first chalice and 1727|fell ruddy in her hand, and cast her down on the ground, and 1727|when she saw him she shed a piteous sweat, and the tears ran 1727|down her cheeks without ever failing, and she spake to him, 1727|"Come, my son, do thou with me go up to my son and tell him 1727|all that has passed this way between us, and also to all those 1727|people, I who sit here in sorrow, who have come from a long 1727|strange country and a strange land. You would have me take you 1727|on board a ======================================== SAMPLE 40440 ======================================== 1166|In a green pool, a butterfly, 1166|I am floating on an airy pin! 1166|In a green pool, a butterfly, 1166|I am floating on an airy pin. 1166|My eyes the lovely stars do fill, 1166|My heart the skies is touching, 1166|Yet I am neither sun nor moon, 1166|Earth's joys and sorrows over, -- 1166|I am neither sun nor moon, 1166|Earth's joys and sorrows over. 1166|My heart is as a green leaf, 1166|A green leaf, a flower in the grass, 1166|For joy I find, -- or a sigh, -- 1166|And joy that finds no sigh. 1166|My heart is as the green leaf 1166|That dies and leaves you standing there, 1166|A flower in the grass, -- the grass, 1166|The flowers and grass. 1166|I have found the flower of song, 1166|A rose out of the field of flowers, 1166|A rose in the flower world, 1166|The flowers and grass. 1166|I have found the grass that is green, 1166|And grass that is blue and white. 1166|I have found the flowers of love, 1166|Of light and joy; all flowers 1166|The angels bring to us on angels' wing, 1166|That our lips may fill. 1166|I have found the song that is done 1166|And done so very gently, 1166|I have found the flower of song, 1166|That bloomed and withered too, -- 1166|It dies and leaves you standing there, -- 1166|It dies and leaves you standing there. 1166|In the twilight gray, 1166|With his lantern at his side, 1166|I went to the window 1166|To look out. 1166|The sky was so still 1166|And deep, and dull, and old, 1166|That it seemed like an old-time village 1166|Seen only in dreams. 1166|Through the window 1166|A star came out. 1166|It gleamed and shone 1166|Over fields of grain; 1166|It shone and shone; 1166|It vanished from my sight, 1166|But it shone 1166|Through these old fields of wheat, 1166|And in my dreams now 1166|I see it shining. 1166|A star? I knew, 1166|When she put it there, 1166|Her eyes would say: 1166|"But you must go up lower, 1166|Or else it climbs 1166|To the window where it shines 1166|So still and bright." 1166|The night was chill, 1166|The wind was high; 1166|We could not sleep 1166|Because of the wind and the night. 1166|She said: 1166|"But what will happen 1166|When the stars come out?" 1166|The night was chill. 1166|The wind stood still, 1166|And then the star 1166|"I am ready," they said. 1166|And suddenly, 1166|With eyes a-glow, 1166|I slept the sleep 1166|That kept me warm. 1166|The wind stood still. They went away. 1166|Up in the sky, 1166|Over the snow, 1166|With a song 1166|I made last night. 1166|The stars looked down. 1166|"What is the song I sing?" 1166|I said: 1166|"Under the snow, 1166|Where the spring time comes, 1166|I make merry, 1166|And I forget all that has been. 1166|I go to the place from whence 1166|All things were, 1166|And the water-lilies bloomed, 1166|Under the snow, 1166|Under the night, 1166|Under the snow. 1166|"What is the sound I hear? 1166|I see 1166|In a wood 1166|There's not a sound 1166|In the land to-day, 1166|But there is a bird 1166|Perched in the hedge. ======================================== SAMPLE 40450 ======================================== 24334|'Twouldn't do to tell her all about it-- 24334|I don't mind, I like the secret; 24334|Nay, I'm glad she know'd I knew 'em-- 24334|She's the child of one who knows. 24334|A kindlier ear I give to her, 24334|(Though I'm sorry sometimes, too)-- 24334|If she thinks I'll keep a secret, 24334|I'll not conceal the truth at all; 24334|Though her head may seem to nod-- 24334|I'll not do the latter; 24334|As is just and right and fair, 24334|I'll have her keep the former: 24334|Then shall my hand, at all hazards, 24334|Do but hold the secret good, 24334|Let the world alone beware. 24334|'Tis the old saying, I believe-- 24334|But, dear sir, 'twill not please me, 24334|If they can guess at its secrets 24334|All my life long; 24334|You may think I am fond of secrets, 24334|But, 'tis all I have to show you-- 24334|'Twouldn't do to tell her all about it 24334|If I tried: 24334|There is plenty of secret lying 24334|Hidden from the world, you know-- 24334|You can guess at all the rest.-- 24334|Let them laugh. It's the old saying, 24334|It will not do to tell her 24334|All about it, does it seem to you, 24334|Of all the rest? 24334|It does, it seems to me, now, to me 24334|Of the rest, oh yes! 24334|Let her see I used to live for secrets, 24334|All my life long; 24334|I'm glad enough if that be so, 24334|I was always glad before. 24334|She has often seen me laugh beneath the laughter of _them_, 24334|And they've sometimes laughed at my secret, and she has often 24334|laughed awhile at my laugh, 24334|And some of them, I've heard, are now quite earnest in their 24334|saying. 24334|They know I am pleasant, and I am kind, and I am kindler 24334|than we. 24334|My kisses are like light; and the way I take my turn at the 24334|dinner-table 24334|And the way to do it is, that no one knows when they see me, 24334|But the day will come when they will know. 24334|I believe the world cannot bear to see a man, though he _is_ a 24334|Ah, I knew it, and I know that there is no man to be found, but-- 24334|I've the secret and I _do_ know the way. 24334|Now I will tell you. If you ask me to tell you what I _did_ 24334|I will not tell you; and you must let me be the friend you were 24334|When I come to an end of the day, I do not know how to tell 24334|It might have been otherwise; but to _your_ eyes and the eyes of 24334|them, 24334|I think I am looking; for I never seem to be quite clear and 24334|One night, in the evening, 24334|As we lay alone, 24334|There came a pause in the 24334|Now, 'twas all one dream. 24334|You know the old story 24334|From the churchyard rhyme 24334|Why, the stars were out, 24334|And the garden night-- 24334|All night up and down 24334|Was the rain, and the wind, 24334|And then all at once, 24334|The rain, and the wind, 24334|Ticking away, and dead-- 24334|_My_ stars were gone! 24334|And as I listened, 24334|In a sleep that was 24334|As if the world were still, 24334|And the stars the wind. 24334|I dreamt that once, before 24334|Loved me a little, loved me very, very much like the old 24334|When in the Spring I meet the flower-people. 24334|Though for me the flowers are only ======================================== SAMPLE 40460 ======================================== 17393|That only you can ever know. 17393|What will happen to me, a fool or sage 17393|With a mind to read my thoughts, my own? 17393|What can be to me the worst or best, 17393|To my heart's core at once the same? 17393|I must be a fool to serve these men 17393|Whom I serve not myself, but men: 17393|That's the rule the great Lord Father set, 17393|And I'll keep it--so I rise and sing! 17393|Not for you or me may I aspire 17393|To things beyond the lowestliest level, 17393|And not without effort, or skill, 17393|Can I do what I would to do, 17393|And can God write a verse for me! 17393|But when I'd write, as one by one 17393|Waged their work for others to do, 17393|You, and all, would look you ill 17393|When a poor rhyming fool you found. 17393|You have but to choose your place, 17393|And God's law is set for you. 17393|No, never I'd dare to dream 17393|What you'd love and own should be; 17393|Your place is all in Nature's tune: 17393|And if you choose it--why, that's your place! 17393|You are all I have to give, 17393|I the song, you the poet's love, 17393|You the whole of earth and sea, 17393|For the whole of time I have. 17393|This, you too must know, my friend. 17393|God gives you here the rest of life, 17393|And you will only get one part if you 17393|Do the best you can for this. 17393|"We give all you have, and more: 17393|We give you our highest right: 17393|You have but to give up that, 17393|And God's law is set for you! 17393|"We give all you have to give, 17393|And there's room for you all there, 17393|For the last good word you say! 17393|And the great God's will can say it for you: 17393|So, till then, be glad, or you may forget." 17393|What is a man with his right hand? 17393|I think it were no right 17393|To make of it less than good, 17393|By thinking of it less than bad! 17393|God made man, and man was made, 17393|To do a man's work for a man. 17393|For what he does and how he works 17393|Man needs not to be told: 17393|Just as God made man, but gave 17393|Man more, made more exempt 17393|From what the brute calls prudence, 17393|Made more exempt from instinct. 17393|Man needs not to be told by you 17393|Man is a servant all his days-- 17393|Servant all he lets on you. 17393|If you would tell the man what he is, 17393|I cannot say too much-- 17393|I cannot say much when I start 17393|And urge it in your ear. 17393|But still when I say that, God's slave 17393|Says, 'I don't see why Man's not, God's slave. 17393|Shall not the Man be proud? is he that proud? 17393|Is he that God-forsaken--what is he? 17393|Is he not God-barker--what is he? 17393|Is there no one yet at your door 17393|Servant of the gods and dearer so far 17393|Than that Other Man?' 17393|Now here is a man of iron will, 17393|A strong and hardy fellow, 17393|A soldier, a seaman, skilled in war, 17393|And a wise king's man, for he is wise 17393|To the pale mad thoughts of a slave, 17393|And he is brave and has a soul 17393|To know what is right and wrong: 17393|So that the man with his iron will 17393|Moves mountains and he is the centre 17393|Of all that is, is, and shall be: 17393|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 40470 ======================================== 1365|As at her first entrance the youth was filled with wonder and 1365|thought. 1365|He looked upon her, and he looked upon her face, 1365|And then he said aloud in a trembling voice,-- 1365|"Oh! my sister, my fair one, my life, my life! 1365|Away with me, and bring me back again 1365|To this my native place above the stars!" 1365|The maiden answered him, with her eyes 1365|So lovely and full of wonder and love, 1365|And said with a voice that seemed to float,-- 1365|"Away with you! No more of our house here, love, 1365|Nor home, nor old companions! I go 1365|In the great church, and you go in the world! 1365|"Oh! go in the church, for here your place is, 1365|The world has no better priest, all speak 1365|Familiarly,"--and away with her! 1365|Then, in the hall, with her new-found lord, 1365|All her wealth of chrystals and stone 1365|Was stowed away in little white bags; 1365|And she, her form a shape of calm delight, 1365|Gained in the church a little grace 1365|From the old poet of the forest land. 1365|There in the court alone she saw her rest, 1365|And a voice spoke from her heart to speak, 1365|And her brow hung over all in this wise:-- 1365|"My sister, this hour of all my days, 1365|Of all my life, you give me a pledge; 1365|If you go not to the world, and here, 1365|In this lone place, to bless and to save, 1365|I, with all my heritage, will go!" 1365|And so it was she went and took the name 1365|Of Wagner's son, and began her road 1365|Across the land, and into the court 1365|Of courtly Ludow, her father's place; 1365|And thence she passed, with all her gold, 1365|Into the little church, the stately church, 1365|Which had been built in the forest land, 1365|The ancient vestibule, all carved and hung 1365|With pauper's lace and pallifolds grim, 1365|The gilded columns, and the architraves, 1365|And minster windows, and the pews 1365|Of little hearts with their sad faces hid, 1365|Gazing with mute adoring eyes, to God 1365|In the green church, where they could behold 1365|The living lord of life, with face so mild, 1365|Such life about him, that the stranger's eye 1365|Could not have said more light, so mild a soul! 1365|Thus she passed, until she came to him, 1365|And said, "Give me these beautiful things, 1365|As gifts from my heart to help your life!" 1365|He said, "Not so; for all these things are given 1365|To live upon, though your life be spent. 1365|In my house, at my own age and my own, 1365|I shall be long with all these dear things grown; 1365|And I shall feel that they are but as dust, 1365|That I must take to dust, and that they go 1365|Down into the earth with their dull, dark weight, 1365|And be buried up again. For me, though, 1365|I give these for a sign; and if you take 1365|The happy meaning of them, a sign, too, 1365|Of that which you value more and more,-- 1365|The little love that will soothe your grief 1365|As in a hundred years you bear the rack, 1365|Or wear the cross to those you love most dear, 1365|As in your hand the ring the priest may fling, 1365|And make a present to your mother when 1365|She kneels at your knee, and says her prayer, 1365|Ere her and her child go out,--these shall be 1365|As a thin flame that you may light upon 1365|When your life is out; and you shall hold 1365|These, like an angel ======================================== SAMPLE 40480 ======================================== 1008|To whom my guide thus spake: "A fiend was ere these 1008|Was daylight made aware of us. Yet desire 1008|So prompt would be of furthering our thought, 1008|That all our short suspense would yield us short space 1008|To win towards the goal; and soon that fruit 1008|To hope upon would follow. Not the wraith 1008|That waxes and wanes by artifice of yours 1008|Is so in these, as seems at first to be; 1008|But beauty in them lives. O human race! 1008|What can ye more expect? Is this not God 1008|'Tis he, who in the beginning made the world? 1008|Where then shall we seek Him? If thou mark and look 1008|Enwreathed with ear of wheat, he willán sit 1008|Secure with spirits all, who have their fill." 1008|I saw a tribe, whose skin was like to wool, 1008|Each had a cornel bow, each an upland path, 1008|Whereon such force could not fail, that on the houre 1008|It laid Havay-law fast, such mark it had, 1008|Such ruth was on the stubble, that the wain 1008|Did reel, with labour, from the first load; 1008|And ev'n the burnt-off'ring tips, that poked the mounts, 1008|So redden'd, that to my wonder they had smoked. 1008|And on one butt there sat such multitudes, 1008|I thought they ne'er would burn, this smoke so black, 1008|As they had drawn up there; wherefore, as folk 1008|Might entertain a boaster, then, as folk 1008|Thought, I, with uplifted brow, such question fram'd, 1008|Upbraided me: "Even as I am exhorted 1008|In heaven, so draw me down; and if too far 1008|Thou cast thy eye upon my strength, more'n 1008|Because I am diminut'd, deem not my back 1008|Unsteady. The high goodness, that secures 1008|The votive votive, in its ward and guard 1008|Dauntless expels him; and th' immutable 1008|Into the bosom of the deep, keeps tempers 1008|The forthspring of vigour, which as soon 1008|Flows on unimpaired, rejoicing in itself. 1008|"I will declare what moved me thus to talk: 1008|The spiritual laws, that art divine, 1008|So govern all things, and so impress 1008|Into the human heart the conviction, 1008|That unto these, as to the earth, reverence 1008|Is due. This love of ours, which you now have heard, 1008|Is of two kinds: the first, in which we boast 1008|A soul reconcil'd to God, with reason firm 1008|And vivid, through the sense compassed smooth; 1008|The second, in which our judgment turns 1008|Not to one course, but to an opposite; 1008|So that with either sort we may intrench 1008|Our resolve. From the first trust me thou shalt know 1008|That kind from another. Neither moon, 1008|Nor stars, nor any spirit, hath entered 1008|My heart, not even of these evils combined; 1008|But, firm internal freezings of thy kind, 1008|That separate essence, with which I look 1008|On myself, have secured me. That, in whom 1008|Weake each is, weakness thus in him doth strengthen, 1008|As the wall's firmness against rum: And thus 1008|My flesh, urg'd onward, down yon bulk doth sway, 1008|And yields to that organ, with which to reason 1008|Of her own being she doth require Assistance. 1008|"Thy counsel good." I then: "She runs the risk, 1008|Not to offend if she speak, now too bold." 1008|But forthwith her to her words assay'd 1008|The bard, who erewhile had told how pride 1008|Oped on its crooked neck the hook, and swoov'd ======================================== SAMPLE 40490 ======================================== 2619|The day is short, the skies are blue, 2619|And sweet the song I sing; 2619|Thrice welcome is it to thee, 2619|Young friend of mine! 2619|Though thou art long, thou'lt find in me 2619|Those hearts that rust at home. 2619|Sweet are thy songs to me, though short to me, 2619|Their time it is in summer when the birds make music, 2619|To think of which I love to repeat them loud. 2619|They tell of good and evil, of joy and sickness, 2619|They tell of sweet happiness and bitter. 2619|They sing of peace and storm, of storms and thunder, 2619|Of singing joy that is beyond the common. 2619|Of all my days the sweetest I discern in thee, 2619|For thee it was that early in my childish years 2619|I began to join in songs the tones of which 2619|Composed at a well near home. 2619|I like thy face, thou lovely guest: 2619|Thou com'st with quiet welcome 2619|To these downs so cold and dark; 2619|Come as thou wilt, here thou art welcome at our fireside, 2619|I fear not for me--if it are not trouble enough 2619|For me--thou com'st alone." 2619|There came a cloud, and stood her, 2619|And spake to her--"Come, fill me full, 2619|Of all good that the earth has given, 2619|Come over me, O thou best! 2619|"Herewith--here alone, 2619|I come into mine own. 2619|I am as I was when first I set my face to this world. 2619|Who was not I, myself, I shall not be to thee, O thou best! 2619|My end is not in death, for death does not cease to be, 2619|But all that life is is life, and this is good." 2619|She stood in white, she gazed upon him: 2619|"Thou hast a soul in me that withers and shrinks away. 2619|With thee the earth is but a bed of rest, O thou best! 2619|I know thou canst not kill me, I dare not kill thee. 2619|Be quick in thine embrace,--but come not near my dwelling." 2619|She stood in white: he came. 2619|"O God! these witherings and these shrinking backings 2619|I own, but know they are thy will. 2619|"Thou didst not leave me as some dead thing, a thing of sorrow, 2619|But gave me soul and form and voice. 2619|"Here, by thee, in life I have been not long enough: 2619|I am all flesh and spirit. 2619|Thou knowest, Thou Smiling Earth, I know I am undone 2619|And am too weak for Thee--too sick for Thee, O Thou best! 2619|My heart runs over, O God, with dainties; I fill my home, 2619|And all the little woodland nooks I find are filled with them, 2619|I look to see the old-world creatures, and I hear them call, 2619|All joyous, all good, all pleasant. 2619|"And yet, O God, Thou knowest I am not alone, I bear me company, 2619|All comfort and all good I bear, and a sweet little name, 2619|So happy and wise, with a long, long rest and a little pain." 2619|She stood in white, and all her witherings were gone away; 2619|She was borne on Him, and a joy and a wisdom unspeakable 2619|She bore Him, and from His bosom was borne unto her Maker's throne. 2619|"Thou'rt very fair," said the Master; "come rest with us, and I 2619|will tell, 2619|How long it is ere you may go." 2619|How long it is ere I come 2619|To the last vigil of that night-- 2619|You that are my last, you that were my first, 2619|These sweet little words that thou should'st hear it, 2619|As thou art fast asleep." 2619|"He never ======================================== SAMPLE 40500 ======================================== 1035|Or with what the wind in his hair blows, 1035|Or in some other way withal 1035|He made the water and the grass alike. 1035|What did it matter though all God said, 1035|It had not been for any of my thought, 1035|For I but made a word that He had said-- 1035|But all the world goes forth and makes it grow 1035|To cover the whole world's ways and ways, 1035|A mighty plant that I have planted and seen 1035|With flowers in it, so that its seed be 1035|All the world's seed and all the world's reared for me. 1035|For when I wake and see my garden's fair 1035|And see the sweet and lovely things I have won, 1035|My heart would go down there unafraid, 1035|And in my joy of joy come all too near 1035|To hear the old old old father-hearts of men 1035|Talking that I ought to listen more. 1035|God would have given me not to know the names 1035|Of things to be in my garden bright 1035|Or men to sit and drink in God's good ways, 1035|Or something for him to be good for--or 1035|His will to die for all the rest of mine. 1035|But I have known so many things, and known 1035|So many things in all men's eyes, 1035|That every man knows how God made me. 1035|Even I will hear the old old father-hearts 1035|I know so many, when, and where, 1035|And I will stand and drink in God's good ways, 1035|And stand and drink in God's good ways in prayer. 1035|For when I see the ways of God I love, 1035|My eyes are full of tears in nights 1035|And for that reason all the old good days 1035|I stand and watch for to be gone 1035|Until I come to him and hear his voice 1035|While I stand and watch for to be gone 1035|Until I come and hear his voice in all men's eyes 1035|In all men's eyes to shine, 1035|And the old old father-hearts of men. 1035|I know no good of life or rest for me 1035|If in his ways I go to sleep. 1035|So, having seen the ways of God as much as I can, 1035|It comes to me that having seen them there and there, 1035|I may come back and hear the old old father-hearts 1035|Of men in all men's eyes. 1035|If anything good come of the old days, 1035|I have the sun and star as much as he, 1035|Who, having seen the ways of God, may rise and see 1035|Those ways made good for men to live again. 1035|A man may see all good in life as much as he 1035|Who hath seen the ways as good of his in all men's eyes. 1035|The end for this man's sake I ask of heaven, 1035|And if the way to him be not good to me, 1035|Why, all the world is good to me. 1036|I heard the trees in their purple beauty 1036|Sing and say their daily song, 1036|Till the night was in the south, 1036|And I had dreams in the old-time fashion, 1036|I said; 1036|Then a shadow moved in the window-blind, 1036|And a little after that 1036|I woke up and looked about and saw 1036|The sea and the tall ships sailing, 1036|And in the morning bright 1036|I saw and felt the long white fingers 1036|Of a friend. 1036|When the wind blows the grass upon the road, 1036|And the sun goes down the hail, 1036|And the birds are out on the roadside all the day, 1036|And the fields are all grown brown, 1036|I think the old man of the road knows it, 1036|It is one with his daily toil, 1036|And the woman, all the world apart 1036|Is a part of him who makes. 1036|Though the world with its noise and darkness 1036|Is a long way off he ======================================== SAMPLE 40510 ======================================== 3255|We may have said we loved you from your youth, 3255|Or with a tender smile have held you through, 3255|But love is not a word that words can lift, 3255|It is a gift of which the man 3255|Only hears and does not ask for more; 3255|And yet I know--alas! how like a child, 3255|My love has grown to be--and is - 3255|I might have told her you had grown for me, 3255|Instead of having known you from my youth, 3255|And having loved you well enough. 3255|Or--were you not just as you were of old, 3255|Or had I just forgot to say your name? - 3255|I might have left you, in your newness, 3255|But I could not think it was fair. 3255|(For you to forget her when you knew her best, 3255|And when my joys were best of all!) 3255|You were a little sister to me then, 3255|As she was dear to you and you alone! 3255|She did not see the secret of our love - 3255|Only in my heart did she see the hint. 3255|But now my days are over and done, 3255|And now I go and meet you by the way, 3255|To tell you the old story; 3255|But now my days are over, and done, 3255|And now I go and meet you by the way. 3255|"The Lord is my judge as well as he is my friend." 3255|(The Lord is my judge, and I am his friend!) 3255|"Of our father the manna was never lacking, 3255|When he came hither in the holy mail, 3255|With the blessing that we should each be helped, 3255|And he gave us the lily and the wreath of bays." 3255|(The Lord is my judge and I am his friend!) 3255|"In the years since that parting with you then, 3255|And at this hour I have met with no man, 3255|No, not in any place, 3255|But a man who had ridden with him on his way, 3255|Who said: 'I have known him well-- 3255|He was the man for you; 3255|He'd only come to prove you.' Therefore, 3255|When he asked me to say me, 'Sir!' 3255|I told him, 'I have only ridden with him now.' 3255|He replied, 'I have never known any man.' 3255|When I asked him had he found one ever, 3255|Or any one in his life, 3255|He replied, 'Oh no, 3255|He left no other friend.' 3255|"I was touched to hear him; and at once 3255|I whispered to that stranger, 'He's my friend!' 3255|And, as I was talking, the first word 3255|That was said by me out of his lips was: 3255|'He's my friend, and he's the prince of friends.' 3255|"Then said, 'Oh, we've only on this day 3255|This horse and rider 3255|We spend abroad together, 3255|But we have talked with the horses a bit; 3255|The rider, as sure as my hand 3255|Is on his saddle now, 3255|Would fly into a passion at your words, 3255|And wish that I was by his side.' 3255|"'You go back home,' said he, 'to your mother's house; 3255|And you do not tell him, 3255|And do not tell him, until he's come, 3255|Where we are riding this day, 3255|And what the destination is to-night' - 3255|'But I think I can hear him muttering now: 3255|"'Oh, the end of days and the end of nights! 3255|And the last of days, and the last of all! 3255|And the end of sorrow! 3255|Heaven be good and sweet 3255|When the last of days, and the last of nights, 3255|I hear, and the last of joy, 3255|Come, and the rider for me riding there! 3255|Oh, I've the heart for the ride! ======================================== SAMPLE 40520 ======================================== 1365|The voice 1365|Of our true friends, the priests, has been heard, 1365|Bearing a crucifix to the Lord, 1365|That, when the evening is departed, 1365|And the night-wind wanders the hills, 1365|The people may keep company. 1365|The night is so still 1365|That no hand has power to stir 1365|The heavy branches of the sycamores, 1365|In the holy spot,--the holy rock,-- 1365|And that the people no longer can, 1365|Being shut in by the wall of stone, 1365|From every direction and behind. 1365|The time has arrived 1365|When those who in the garden sit, 1365|Should have their gardens watered well, 1365|That they may be able to see the moon, 1365|And the stars, and other things that be; 1365|That is why on the terrace-walks 1365|The priests are weeping like the rest. 1365|The water of the well 1365|In the garden-pond is running now; 1365|But in spite of that the verdure flits 1365|And changes color-like, and the grass, 1365|And changes also the weeds and rushes, 1365|And the water-weed and the willow-thorn. 1365|But the water's not turned yet 1365|Because the priests are weeping now; 1365|Because in the spring 1365|The priests will pray in the evening time 1365|To the God of life and death, to be 1365|Unwatered, the while they are praying; 1365|And because the priests must make themselves 1365|Watered also in the summer time. 1365|And many times 1365|Before dawn the little boys will come, 1365|Asleep, among the garden-walks, 1365|And hush themselves, as if a silent ghost 1365|Had been among the children there. 1365|They hush themselves and look not up, 1365|And tell their fathers nothing, nor ask 1365|Why their prayers were not heard at all. 1365|And when the night-wind sighs 1365|Among the bushes, and around them sleeps 1365|The cool and breathing of the grass, 1365|And the stars, and the moon and stars, 1365|The priests then go down among the stones, 1365|And when above them stars are bright 1365|There comes the sound of a priest's voice 1365|Among the blossoming vine-roots, 1365|The people flock round the place and cry, 1365|And when they hear the word they cry 1365|In louder shouts, and shake their curls, 1365|And smile at the children, and say, 1365|"If the poor ones were like you and me, 1365|We'd teach them to spread out their hands!" 1365|And on such time the children's fathers 1365|Are mighty heroes to the children. 1365|"O children!" then the priests they say, 1365|"You were not born in the world's workshop 1365|But in the heart of earth itself, 1365|And the father of your future lies 1365|In the good Father, who gives you life. 1365|"He gives to you 1365|Henceforth the same body as his Son, 1365|In the same flesh that you may abide 1365|In the place of the old mortal world, 1365|In the place of the old superstitious 1365|Body of flesh and bone and blood, 1365|But with all its beauty and all its might 1365|Of spirits, of angels, of gods. 1365|"And you must be 1365|His heirs in the work that he begun, 1365|And in all that he forethought and planned, 1365|And all that he ordained on his account, 1365|And all your days and all your labor 1365|Be of the truth, and this eternal strife 1365|Between good and evil. When the night 1365|Grows dark and drear, you must rise 1365|From out the sea of your labor, 1365|And sit at the open window 1365|Of your heart's desire. 1365|"And when the morning comes, 1365|Be joyful and ======================================== SAMPLE 40530 ======================================== 1229|Or the last great joy that life may show; 1229|The joy that makes the thing it knows, 1229|The joy that makes it what it is. 1229|I see thee all alone, and know 1229|Thy thoughts and thy thoughts alone, 1229|Though in those thoughts and those thoughts 1229|I should share, if thou wouldst share them; 1229|Know them, and love them; know and trust 1229|Thyself to thyself, thy being, 1229|But know not thy self, and know not 1229|The secret of thy self, only 1229|That self is not divine, nor wise, 1229|Yet canst not be wise; but only, 1229|All through self, can hit the short een, 1229|The very self through which I see. 1229|The secret of my self I 1229|See well, and it does tell thee, 1229|As the sky tells the sun, the moon knows; 1229|But the secrets of it are hid, 1229|And the secret is not the sun's, 1229|And the secrets of the wind's, 1229|And the secrets of the wave's 1229|And the fire's 1229|And all beauty's, 1229|And all virtue 1229|And all goodness, 1229|All knowledge, 1229|All good that's done or unseen, 1229|All fault or faultless, 1229|I see thee all alone, 1229|I know that myself am wise. 1229|I can see the soul of man: the heart; the hands; 1229|The lungs; the throat -- 1229|The lungs' soft breath; the throat's fire; the throat; 1229|And all, 1229|So, so can see the soul 1229|All, all be thine and mine. 1229|I can see the soul of man; 1229|I know the soul of him 1229|That has made me, and I am no other 1229|Than he, 1229|And all, 1229|All, all be thine and mine. 1229|And if I may not part from him, I know him: and with him 1229|I sit and sing: all be thine, 1229|Or I know but one, that knows, 1229|And all, 1229|So, so, the soul of man is thine. 1229|The old woman goes, with her bag and silver, 1229|At the corner of the street, 1229|And the children run to her to hold them tighter; 1229|But she smiles and goes on her way, -- 1229|Until the children grow restless, 1229|And think of the great old aunt 1229|That never went in her old gray gown to church once, 1229|And wondered if she should fill the pew; 1229|And the old woman goes, and the children too, -- 1229|But the children fill the pew, and come no more. 1229|There's a corner where no one turns back, 1229|And the old woman goes, and the children too, 1229|To the little church that's always full of them, 1229|When the old woman's gone, and the children, and the 1229|children's children. 1229|When the mother's gone, and the children, and the mother 1229|go, 1229|When the mother knows that they cannot go any more, 1229|Then the children are the children of the mother. 1229|No one goes by in her gown ever; 1229|She's not tall, she's not white, 1229|She lived in a closet all her life, 1229|And it's she that I love best. 1229|When the mother's gone, and the children, and the mother 1229|go, 1229|When the mother knows that they cannot go any more, 1229|Then the children are the children of the mother. 1229|A long while ago was that long road, 1229|So long ago it seems to me, 1229|And the apple-blossom on the tree 1229|That seemed to perfume the air, 1229|Was a tender yellow, 1229|And white as a dove's breast: 1229|And there was a face like the ======================================== SAMPLE 40540 ======================================== 22229|When winter winds blow cold, and chill, 22229|And winds are blowing cold! 22229|"Oh, come, my bonnie lassie, 22229|Oh, come and sport with me; 22229|Oh, come and sport among the trees, 22229|And sport with me." 22229|"Away, alas! for 'tis past," 22229|And the snow lay wide and deep; 22229|And the winds blew loud and shrill, 22229|And the snow lay wide and deep. 22229|"Oh, come away, for 'twas late 22229|When I left thee last, my dear, 22229|And the day is bright, and the night 22229|Is far too deep for dreaming, 22229|"Now on the mountain height above, 22229|Or by the foaming pool, 22229|Or in the wood where the blackbird wings, 22229|Or up the lea, love, love." 22229|Oh, what is the use of speech! 22229|And the words are rude and rude, 22229|And words flow like water-fowl 22229|And nothing's said at all, love. 22229|My thoughts, my thoughts are few, love, 22229|And they have no song to sing: 22229|Away, away, my thoughts, 22229|They cannot talk. 22229|And the stars, above, below, 22229|I would gladly see-- 22229|But up, I cannot see, 22229|Or you would sleep-- 22229|Oh, sleep you must, love, sleep, sleep-- 22229|But you won't wake. 22229|Oh, love, I'll ride to the Firth-side, 22229|Away to the Firth-side; 22229|There is many a bonnie lass 22229|There; and many a heartless man 22229|And many a heartless lad-- 22229|There is the Highlandman, 22229|And the O'Fool, and the Fool-four, 22229|And a strange man as yet. 22229|There are the hills of Loch Katrine: 22229|But a better place to die 22229|Is the shore at Doon, 22229|Or, dearest, where the old cliff rinos 22229|Glow in the dark, 22229|Or on the hill, or where the moss 22229|Is dark above. 22229|And there for the last time I'll say 22229|As I clasp thy breast, 22229|Goodness to my heart! in heaven above 22229|Is the world at rest; 22229|And God shall give you a bride, 22229|Of many a dusky brother. 22229|Oh, if thou canst laugh away 22229|The bitter tear 22229|That falls from thy sorrowing eyelash 22229|And smile up once again, 22229|The world is richer for its loss 22229|Than if it have never been. 22229|And if there still be a black cloud 22229|In the fair blue sky, 22229|And if there still be grey hairs 22229|On the hands of thy dear, dear maid, 22229|Then, dearest, God wot how I love thee, 22229|I love thee as I love a star, 22229|Though my heart is a broken ship 22229|With a broken main-sail. 22229|"Oh, say not so, my bonnie lassie, 22229|My bonnie lassie, sweet and kind, 22229|My bonnie lassie, do not speak of it 22229|As a cause of bitterness between us. 22229|Say not so, my bonnie lassie, 22229|As for cause to be bitter to me; 22229|Nor for aught to bring me to this-- 22229|An idle sadness in the air. 22229|Say not so, my bonnie lassie; 22229|My bonnie lassie--but I care not what 22229|The cause of that may be, I cannot tell-- 22229|It is not life I care for, nor death, 22229|And not without interest. 'Tis the fate 22229|Of these poor people who can spare no pain, 22229|And yet with little ease are able to bear ======================================== SAMPLE 40550 ======================================== 27441|The Queen hath sent him on his way, 27441|He shall return again 27441|As bright and free as when he came. 27441|No longer now his face bewray 27441|The cold disdain that marred his grace, 27441|For pity's sake now he has ceased 27441|To care that ever he was born. 27441|And you, you, will change your mind, 27441|Will say, 'Well done, you see,' 27441|And that will be the reason why. 27441|The King is dead, 27441|I am his dying day, 27441|And you will hold your peace, 27441|Because the Crown 27441|Had been taken from the living King. 27441|I, when no more by rhyme 27441|And no more by any rule, 27441|Was sent here to be a fencer 27441|Of all of you, 27441|And so 27441|Of all of you. 27441|Yet I would know 27441|As well by any bar 27441|That any mortal wight 27441|Me would choose be his mate; 27441|Me, of all whom he hath loved 27441|I would advise, and know. 27441|O I know so well his ways, 27441|He may choose any one by far 27441|That ever I had hope; 27441|And I with my eyes would see 27441|If he would be mine. 27441|For him I'd bear, as I would bear 27441|Some great and gracious man, 27441|In his high office, 27441|The weight of the crown; 27441|Or else in the highest place 27441|I would bear His trust, 27441|And if I was wise in love, 27441|He would guard His kingdom and His throne. 27441|This is the land 27441|Wherein our glorious king 27441|Before his nobles sat, 27441|And chose him out for his spouse: 27441|Whose hand would make so great 27441|The realm of our white realm 27441|Not one leaf of a book 27441|Could hope to write of it. 27441|But who hath ruled it, 27441|Whose feet have trod 27441|On where the angels walk 27441|Who shall know what they have seen? 27441|The kingdom of our love and delight. 27441|It is our land. 27441|We are the only people who can see 27441|The glory and the majesty of it. 27441|We take our liberty at the worst, 27441|For our dear royal country's sake. 27441|O if he has not one friend in the whole world 27441|In all the world, then where is the right of it? 27441|He, the monarch, he, King Arthur's self, 27441|Is our brave King, and his day is done. 27441|It is the season of refreshment, I have heard men 27441|Who say the season is made better by drinking. 27441|I hate refreshment on the highest, when we seem 27441|To have nothing to do or play; 27441|For it looks most like a tavern-bar, 27441|Where nobody drinks or nothing drinks. 27441|But every man shall have his fill of wine, 27441|And every man his own health nut, 27441|And every woman her own health nut, 27441|And every boy a pint of tea; 27441|And every girl a quart of water, 27441|To drink upon the sunny bank, 27441|And every boy some orange-peel, 27441|To eat upon the lea; 27441|And every girl a loaf of bread, 27441|And every boy a buttery. 27441|For nothing's to be had without first drinking. 27441|In the month of May the cock craws, 27441|Crawleth the year in the month of May; 27441|June in the Spring it craws, 27441|In June it craws again, 27441|In Autumn it craws in the month of May. 27441|In the season of revelry, 27441|In the summer the cock doth croak, 27441|Croaketh everywhere in every place. 27441|In autumn the cock doth croak, 27441|And all ======================================== SAMPLE 40560 ======================================== 29993|On the plain, 29993|He is dead. His blood the red leaf has stained 29993|And the green, 29993|In its shade, is white. 29993|With his blood and with his soul we will seek 29993|To-morrow's green, 29993|If we but dare, O God, 29993|Through the red leaf of a dead night, 29993|Though the leaves be white, 29993|To find its green in the black night! 29993|One little red leaf of the night 29993|Swayed by each wind, 29993|And I watch it, and, in fear, 29993|Will pray for it in vain, 29993|That the red leaf of the night 29993|May never turn to grey. 29993|If it were only as white as my hand! 29993|I know that it would shield me from all fear 29993|And pain, 29993|If I only had the strength of my hand! 29993|But if it be not even as white as my hand, 29993|My eyes 29993|Will see too late 29993|It lies before me as red as my hand, 29993|So that, in fear, 29993|I will pray for it in vain, 29993|That the red leaf of the night 29993|May never fall to grey. 29993|In this world of dust and darkness, this place of gloom, 29993|The light of home has gone. 29993|There seem'd at first no sound, 29993|The wind had hushed; 29993|There came a sudden voice that seem'd from far, 29993|And in the room there fell 29993|Some shadows on the wall, and seemed to cry, 29993|"This is the end!" 29993|But when that light of home had gone with it too, 29993|And left an empty air, 29993|All that there seem'd to me in that sad place, 29993|When the black night 29993|Hath cast its shadow o'er me, is the light, 29993|And the dark night 29993|Has cast no shadow o'er me! 29993|Now that I've heard them, now that I have seen them, 29993|I know the thing that they are: 29993|The wind that whipps the hawthorn in the forest, 29993|The wind that shrieks through the brier, 29993|The wind that steals through the forest's shadows, 29993|The wind that whirls the brier, 29993|The wind that sweeps the forest by me, and the 29993|wind that blows in the wood, 29993|Have all come back with that voice that seem'd say, 29993|"This is the end!" 29993|And if that voice came not again to beguile, 29993|I know that I would turn 29993|Into the night and let it speak for me, 29993|And look for it there, there where I lay, 29993|By my bed's foot, 29993|And I would turn into its mouth, and be 29993|The wind forevermore! 29993|I hear the cry of the wind in the wood, 29993|The wind, whose noise I leave behind me; 29993|A note in my heart that cries, "O Wind, 29993|Thy voice is still in my ears." 29993|And I know that I'll hear it, when the wind 29993|Whippish the hawthorn in the forest, 29993|Aimee, dear Annie! and your voice in me, 29993|Will know for its own! 29993|My wife and I were children once, 29993|Till, we being grown, you went 29993|And brought me Mary's letter to read,-- 29993|The one that I had written on my own 29993|When we parted for England. I think 29993|It was not well, in the end, of you, 29993|Or any one, to think that I had thought, 29993|And still the same I thought of you, when 29993|I could remember nothing of you since 29993|We parted, and was reconciled. 29993|But years and years had come and gone, 29993|Years and years had come and gone: 29993|My wife was as good as dead! 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 40570 ======================================== May God guard you all! 16362|The Sun came out at night, 16362|I said "Let's go to bed!" 16362|He said, "Soon enough, my friend." 16362|We both fell asleep. 16362|The maid awoke to find 16362|The lamp beside her bed 16362|Had lit a tan 16362|In most disgusting manner. 16362|She ran to the parlour window, 16362|And rang the bell for Stanislaw, 16362|When Stanislaw came home from the army, 16362|To find his dame so ill. 16362|He quickly summoned the doctor 16362|He'd treated the maid before 16362|But she'd now grown much better. 16362|"A bed," said he, "for this wight!" 16362|He took the maid by the arm, 16362|And led her to it. 16362|"Here!" he said, "you must not fret 16362|At this, Sir Doctor, for it lies 16362|At the very bottom of the matter. 16362|I don't think you know all my means. 16362|Let's see a bed with linen round it." 16362|The doctor he produced 16362|A pair of false wings to the stall, 16362|And out he launched his galley swift 16362|"O, it's time, Sir Doctor!" saith she, 16362|"To get to bed!" 16362|"Then that should do," said Stanislaw, 16362|And looked at the sleeping maid; 16362|And she thought she would like it so, 16362|As she slept that night. 16362|The doctor's galley crept along, 16362|And reached the false side of the boat, 16362|And with a little shaking 16362|The sail unsittered. 16362|The doctor looked on the sleeping maid, 16362|And he said, "How is it, pray? 16362|Will any one tell me who 16362|Has laid this ill on the sleeping maid? 16362|And why is the sleeping maid ill? 16362|And I want my money back." 16362|"No, that's not your right," replied the maid, 16362|"But I'll tell you what I'll do, 16362|I'll go and call the neighbours in, 16362|And they'll come and take me to." 16362|She went to the neighbouring town; 16362|She found the neighbours waiting at 16362|To do their bit for her. 16362|She said, "I'll never ask you 16362|For my money back, I'll only say 16362|That I know your servant sure." 16362|"Then you'll have no better right," 16362|The neighbours said; "Be at home right away; 16362|But I'll have no right to pay 16362|For your service the next day. 16362|When the sick-day comes, I'm sure 16362|The neighbours won't forget you." 16362|When the sick-day comes, the maid 16362|Shines out in the candle-light 16362|And tells the neighbours, "Your right's waived," 16362|And makes them laugh; 16362|Till nobody thinks it real 16362|That they have the right. 16362|The Doctor went to the neighbouring town, 16362|And he rang the bell for Stanislaw, 16362|And he said "I'll see you in the chamber!" 16362|And he went in to take her. 16362|He took her out into the hall, 16362|And they went to bed that night. 16362|The sick man came, and looked in 16362|To see what lay inside the bed, 16362|At first with his eyes he took 16362|First a part of the walls, 16362|Then the windows up and down, 16362|While a laughing maid slept there; 16362|And he looked from the walls, 16362|Till he could scarcely take. 16362|Then the window back he pushed, 16362|But a door there lay, open wide, 16362|Where a lady slept, 16362|Of lovely foot and face; 16362|And a lady was beside her, 16362|And a lady's voice said in her ear, 16362|"O my love, O my ======================================== SAMPLE 40580 ======================================== 1030|And some doth it to God for to pay 1030|For the blood of the Lord, 1030|Then let us a King be; 1030|For by that King our country may 1030|In the last days to her pride give o'er, 1030|And may no more be kept for us. 1030|The King is gone; he is gone 1030|To his last resting place. 1030|Then let us a King be, 1030|For by that King our country may 1030|In the last days to her pride give o'er, 1030|And may no more be kept for us. 1030|And that is to say, 1030|To give o'er our old world, 1030|And to give o'er our ancient, true, 1030|And our old religion, our old laws, 1030|And our old peace; 1030|And, whate'er may betide, 1030|Be it ever so, 1030|That never King, or tyrant, shall reign 1030|In the world, now, hereafter, or here. 1030|And this is the end 1030|Of the rest; for where the first began 1030|He left a further proof of himselfe. 1030|If any one, or any body thene, 1030|Should take offence, 1030|Thither to run 1030|As soon as he had seen their blood, 1030|Is no other cause 1030|For his sentence, than but a beginning, 1030|And a worse form of him; 1030|Which will be found, 1030|When we come to say 1030|What was his first eventors for, 1030|And the first cause 1030|That he might there be found. 1030|Thither I will run, 1030|Or I guess, 1030|So as to bring him out for shame 1030|With the rest, 1030|Or to draw for him a close, 1030|And there be left with the rest 1030|To pray each to be judged what he is. 1030|But some they'll say, 1030|That when he was born 1030|He was a bad king, and that he was 1030|Doom'd to be hanged; 1030|Nor was the reason 1030|In that he was but little good, 1030|As it might seeme, 1030|So that in his life, 1030|When he was on his death, 1030|He none did see 1030|Who was the cause of his death. 1030|His blood, however, 1030|In the same time did fill 1030|The sea about his head, 1030|Which it did thene 1030|With its flood not lie, 1030|And his age was not so great, 1030|The same he did survive: 1030|But if you suppose 1030|That he died for ever, 1030|That you be so foolish, 1030|You shall not be left in the littleness 1030|To say 1030|That what is done is done; 1030|As he lived, and did endure 1030|To suffer, and be fed, 1030|In a place so great 1030|As the world does not overpass, 1030|In an age so great 1030|For men to endure. 1030|A King who was the subject of a great 1030|And powerful nation, and who durst beke it's 1030|own head. And it was in this time that the country 1030|And land were lost, when the King had his last 1030|feeling of it's doom. But the King will die in the 1030|pang, because his house was so soon destroy'd 1030|By the want of men there to rule, when they had 1030|possessed it so long of them. So he departs from 1030|the land, and in his soul is his right 1030|ordainee, to give up himselfe to the hand of those 1030|who would wrest from him his true-loathing realm; 1030|which he did; it became a prison-house, 1030|Of which he made himself a prison. But at the last 1030|principle that made the kingdom his master, he made 1030| ======================================== SAMPLE 40590 ======================================== 4010|To him had all our people named; 4010|Who with him sov'reign had been, 4010|Of his high-born lineage well 4010|The title of the Roman King 4010|He had been held in high esteem. 4010|The Lord Cardinal was of him. 4010|And on the day when Edward went 4010|To his high throne, and his new friends, 4010|And found the old and faithless folk 4010|With him in fellowship counselled, 4010|The Lord Cardinal was with him; 4010|Had been a long good deal of faith, 4010|But that in time of danger he, 4010|Where'er he went, found in his faith 4010|His kinsmen and his brethren true. 4010|He had a country-wide renown, 4010|And he a great and noble name. 4010|With them he lived a long life long, 4010|And was the first in Christian truth 4010|To put the power of Norman Kings 4010|Into the Church's good hands. 4010|And in his noble family, 4010|The lord-lieutenant was his nephew: 4010|A stately man of high estate, 4010|And of his time a learned man; 4010|He had not heard to what they gave, 4010|Nor what they made him for to find, 4010|That made his heart to break. 4010|He knew, and well had he declared it, 4010|That he the Pope was sire, and he 4010|The Guelphs, who the truth contrived, 4010|And in the guise of harmless fools 4010|Would make them lords of Europe; 4010|That, when at Rouen the King, 4010|As God ordained, was to fall, 4010|He, as the Guelphs' right hand, 4010|Would make King Charles his foe; 4010|And to make Charles a Norman were 4010|To make him, as a foe, a friend; 4010|And his own kinsman, through fear, 4010|To speak of his so fair a name, 4010|To make him, as a friend, a foe. 4010|What should be done? But what could he 4010|Do for the Guelphs? How would he 4010|Make them a truce, and at their helm 4010|With him would ride on horseback on? 4010|Then if, indeed, the Guelphs spoke 4010|Their threat was but a threat in vain. 4010|The noble Duke of Suffolk, meanwhile, 4010|Who had been made a Norman King, 4010|For all his kinship to his blood 4010|Would make him the head of all 4010|England through all its bounds; 4010|And the Guelph priests might make good 4010|The blood that through his veins distain: 4010|For afoot should the noble Duke 4010|Go riding, to a land unknown, 4010|With a chivalrous host,-- 4010|For that should be a fearful day, 4010|And England, in a panic hour, 4010|Should lose her mightiest of kings, 4010|His country's safety, his life, 4010|The liberty of all her fields, 4010|With all his might and main. 4010|What should he do when a Norman host 4010|Should join to aid the Guelphs? 4010|He could not stay; 4010|For, as a Norman, he would go, 4010|His country's safety, his life, 4010|But not to that base land. 4010|No; if, as Charles, the old King died, 4010|He, through the Guelphs' craft, would ride 4010|Where the grim forests hide him deep, 4010|Till he should come to Netherby. 4010|And should the Guelphs, from all their might, 4010|Carry him to that dark abyss, 4010|And should his heart, all set on flight, 4010|Like sea-gulls all aflame, 4010|And should it burn all feebly there, 4010|And should it break in twain, 4010|What should it do but to bring shame 4010|To all the ======================================== SAMPLE 40600 ======================================== 26861|The long-drawn and rapid change of the winds. 26861|These are the sounds that nature breathes, or sears, 26861|To which our nervous system ascends, 26861|By slow degrees her changes. And behold 26861|How slowly those parts of our frame decay, 26861|That gave the body to the shape it is; 26861|How rapidly they rise and change again! 26861|The change in our frame is measured in years; 26861|But years, that change like air, are transient things, 26861|Concentred in a single hour of time, 26861|Like those phantoms on which young Nature gazed. 26861|But how far different, too, the change of heart, 26861|And by degrees of change, in each member feels. 26861|The brain, that in the bosom can regulate 26861|The motions of the members, and combine 26861|Their influence, like a perfect genius, 26861|With Nature's influence, can influence heart 26861|Through tenderness and hatred, and passion wild; 26861|In short, can change the forms of all the members 26861|By some special touch of reason through love. 26861|Nor this alone; the other four degrees 26861|Of nature have influence of this kind, 26861|In addition to influence of the first; 26861|And hence we see the facts of this transition 26861|Can easily explain a change of heart; 26861|A sudden change of emotion, which meets 26861|With change in all the forms of the same frame, 26861|As a sudden change in a glass or animal. 26861|Thus, when a tree or animal of stone 26861|Is tottering in its early state, and shows 26861|A recent injury to its roots, it bears 26861|A violent motion in the region whence 26861|It first fell: the injured bough its weight 26861|Attends with successive breaks, and forms a chasm 26861|In the old age of growth; and the old growth 26861|Pours forth and sways in opposite directions. 26861|In plants, and insects all a rapid rise 26861|Brings forth and swings, with quick quick and rapid force 26861|And force invisible to us; with quick 26861|And rapid motion on their roots is hung 26861|The stem from which the plant is from this fact 26861|So clearly acquainted, its parts are shaped. 26861|So every animal has its germ; the seed 26861|Is at a distance, and its centre is 26861|In some part of space distant from the rest 26861|Of the rude stem; that plant is here an insect, 26861|As another follows with the motion still 26861|Of those five-winged insects whose swift wings 26861|In spite of these swift winds still strike on trees, 26861|Bodies, and grass, the same, and more. 26861|Nor this only insects; all the insects 26861|Of the green leaf or the stony shelter; 26861|The ants, the bees, the ants still more, and these 26861|Crowd to and fro, when Nature has called them, 26861|And hover with active motion; on the earth 26861|Fly the same bees and ants, of the ten tribes 26861|Hovering, and so all nature seems to hover 26861|With equal motion, and all nature seem 26861|To hover, and still hover, and still stir. 26861|As in a mirror all the lines appear 26861|In proportion seen, thus is the form indeed 26861|Of every part varied; but in the brain 26861|The form is uniform, but the inward sense 26861|Is innumerable, and is ranged about 26861|Through the large frame of more than one member, 26861|So that each part is changing, and so varies. 26861|The central nervous power, the soul, is form'd 26861|In part of light, part of dark, from the heart 26861|Cooley, which, by its influence with us 26861|To produce motion, and in ======================================== SAMPLE 40610 ======================================== 24869|In his own city, and, as he should, 24869|That boon I should, for his sake crave. 24869|O chief renowned in all the world, 24869|To whom all kings of the earth belong, 24869|May the fair goddess, to whose care 24869|His soul is ever and forever given 24869|These are the requisites 24869|For thy dear son’s happiness: 24869|And I with grateful mind would send 24869|This precious prayer to all on earth 24869|The lotus-loved Sarasvatí.” 24869|Then with his mighty bow he hied 24869|His onward march. 24869|He left his father’s town, and thence 24869|His journey to the distant hill(846) 24869|With glad companions, when at last 24869|He reached the western city. 24869|Then to the forest near he came 24869|Where Sítá, lovely maid,(847) dwelt. 24869|There, as he viewed the region round 24869|Where temples blossomed fair and large, 24869|He saw, at distance, all the ground 24869|Encompass the plains and plain. 24869|Near the sea’s western bounds he stood 24869|Within his own dear mother’s bower, 24869|Where dwelt with Brahmá’s child she since 24869|Has been his constant, dear and true. 24869|Then to the noble lady said 24869|The hero Ráma greeting: 24869|“I go, dear mother, to behold 24869|My father’s home and mother’s face. 24869|There shall a lovely son be found 24869|That in my soul’s deep gloom doth dwell. 24869|From thee, my mother, I depart, 24869|Yet to those who now adores thee, 24869|As by his will I go with thee: 24869|Thus is my father’s house for me. 24869|His faithful daughter and his child, 24869|Where are the bliss which thou hast told? 24869|Now by the lovely lady’s side 24869|I look once more on home and bliss. 24869|Then let her son with all my heart 24869|Be my beloved mother. 24869|O mother, give him sudden joy 24869|From the bright garland’s fair hand; 24869|For as through all the world he went 24869|To gain and keep a glorious name.” 24869|He ceased: and Lakshmaṇ heard his speech, 24869|For he was ever true, and told 24869|The son who came to be his bride: 24869|Thus to his father’s house he sped. 24869|In hall and turret fair he rode, 24869|As some fair beech sheaths the air. 24869|He looked on all his friends around, 24869|On all his kindred lovely-gowned. 24869|Then, to his brother Lakshmaṇ said, 24869|In tones that caused delight and fear, 24869|He who the virtuous hero eyed, 24869|In him his mother’s eyes respected: 24869|“Rise, Sítá, and depart 24869|Where thou hast shown thy grace, 24869|And cast these useless thoughts away, 24869|Lest, lingering with the mind to-night, 24869|Thou fall behind the hiding-place:(848) 24869|And lo, thy sire with longing cried, 24869|From our dear bed to fly. 24869|O tell the happy tidings, 24869|And let thy mother go 24869|To meet her children’s eyes. 24869|Let her, in grief and sorrow, seek 24869|Thy presence with her tears, 24869|And, ere she part from thee, let her 24869|The parting be with joy.” 24869|Thus Ráma spake in parting said, 24869|And Ráma rose and left 24869|The city’s noisy quires, and thence 24869|Stood by and looked on all: 24869|Then, as his father went, he hied 24869|Within his mother’s dwelling, 24869|And asked ======================================== SAMPLE 40620 ======================================== 18238|I may not go down to the bottom, 18238|Down to the darkness and the darkness, 18238|Down to the bottom of the sea. 18238|There is no help for it. 18238|The deeps will be with us, 18238|And the end we shall see; 18238|When we die, and in death 18238|No power may hold us 18238|The end of it all, 18238|I think our God will send 18238|The end we shall see, 18238|The end of it all, 18238|When we die, and in death 18238|No power may hold us 18238|'Twas a long time ago; 18238|O the years! 18238|When the world is new, 18238|And the man who goes 18238|Out in the world at last! 18238|When at last the sea 18238|Takes you and me 18238|Down to the deeper deeps. 18238|When all the ships 18238|Seamen are swimmers, 18238|When the sea is filled 18238|With the sun, 18238|When I am dead and gone, 18238|Let me have my wish, 18238|And have it from you, 18238|Sitting in your chair. 18238|Let me lean my head 18238|Against your knee, 18238|Though you do not speak, 18238|Though you do not hear; 18238|And we will rest quite apart, 18238|And you will speak to me 18238|Only of what you see, 18238|And I will talk to you. 18238|In the dark and damp 18238|And the dusk and dew, 18238|Just when the dawn is low. 18238|Just when the world is young, 18238|And when hope grows weak, 18238|Do we ask our eyes 18238|For a glimpse of the sun? 18238|Do we look for days, 18238|Or do we ask a name? 18238|All the words of men 18238|Seem for one to use, 18238|And the only one I'll give you 18238|Is that you know. 18238|Oh, the joy to be 18238|Seeking from lips and eyes 18238|Aught we name, a word, 18238|Aught to help or ban us, 18238|Just to turn and say, 18238|"I am all alone when I say it; 18238|There is but one beside you, 18238|I am strong when deserted, 18238|And I know no name 18238|And my wings are strong. 18238|"I am very strong; 18238|The wind and waves are strong; 18238|But though the sea and sky be strong, 18238|I know you far better; 18238|Far and far I wait 18238|For the name you will give me: 18238|The name that's strong and sure, 18238|And clear to clear my mind, 18238|For the name--but then 18238|If you should say, 'You are weak, 18238|And you have only one friend 18238|Come down and help me, 18238|We are weaker than we are strong; 18238|We are weak and need you. 18238|"I have only one friend, 18238|My sole self, my pride, 18238|And no one, save you, can fill that place 18238|More fully than you. 18238|So I know and know well 18238|You will give it me; 18238|I give what you may ask, 18238|God's strength in him, 18238|In the strength of his love. 18238|"So I rest when I rest, 18238|But I will gladly be 18238|In peace with you or death; 18238|I'm only myself when you seek me, 18238|And then I am the same." 18238|O the wild West winds, that flutter and sweep, 18238|Blowing the wildest music o'er with song! 18238|I would that I had wings to sweep the air, 18238|And I could soar so far thro' darks that glide; 18238|With the world in my control, how blest! 18238|To be only me and feel ======================================== SAMPLE 40630 ======================================== 1745|In such wise of himselfe they him to arraign; 1745|And him behind all the rest in act to flie 1745|In flight from off his Steed the Roman Horse, 1745|He from behind had in the dust dislodg'd 1745|The fell Arch-Angel, hee the same whom late 1745|Aboue Turk, and others besides him bear 1745|Who foule the Fiendes Rage: him on a sudden 1745|Achilles with a mighty Thrust cleer'd in Heav'n, 1745|Whom as he passd he seemd not loth to lay 1745|Broad-warn'd on the ground: but with upright Fall 1745|Up flying, with inspir'd bowld Salutes hurl'd 1745|A lofty Arch of Scepter'd Glory shake'n. 1745|Onward the mighty Thunderer, as they say, 1745|Laik'st midway between the Horse and Car; 1745|Which on his leaning Shoulder meets the face 1745|Of fierce Leon, and tok his Fall athroughheap 1745|He drove him, like a Warr in his degree, 1745|Against a Cornet, thither where he most 1745|Deserv'd to be hurl'd: but as his head 1745|Surpassing stature with huge bulk collidn 1745|Por wicked sword, as when two Mountains highest, 1745|From some wide ravine, wallow in fierce flood 1745|The loosed passage, Heavens heav'nly Hurls together 1745|Both Rivers to the main; him then in hew 1745|The Hell-gate near the steep Fell, where he past 1745|The barrier with ponderous fall, huge ponder, last 1745|Secure of all. Then fum'd with sweat of fear 1745|Achilles, loath, to fight the first onset dread, 1745|Fled, where the gate shut not. The rest, as reck'ning not 1745|Their next encounter with the force of Hector, 1745|Ran counter to him, vext how to assail 1745|Hector alone; and what the Chief's support 1745|Should be, or even, what defend? who, when he fell, 1745|The hoary Prince of the aegis-crested head 1745|Had loftiest mount, which to its top he lift, 1745|To tend amid flames; but he was doom'd of old 1745|Down to the earth; now fire, and tempests more 1745|Than He with wings upspeeding, light upon him, 1745|With such a speed he moves not, and with such force 1745|Stands fast by Troy, as when in sight of Troy 1745|He stood, the Feal Sons of God o'relook'd, 1745|Before the proud Barbarians, who for Troy 1745|Astonish'd stood, when fled were hundred thousands; 1745|So thousands though ten thousand seem, yet seem 1745|But single borne along the flight of one 1745|Hither or thither wing'd; and now by one 1745|They fly, and now in twinkling of an eye 1745|They fill the vaulted skies; and now are gone 1745|Some thousand steeds, and now a whole night past 1745|In death unprofitably long to me 1745|(So lost I thought not) and at sun-setting 1745|I sought my bed; and feeling sure my doom, 1745|Rose at my curtain, sighed and wept; nor ceased 1745|Until I calm'd me, slept, or wak't the light, 1745|Nor call'd in aid the seen or unnamed power, 1745|That in my heart had action, in my dreams 1745|Approaching saw, or at my window saw, 1745|Or at my gate, where now was ceasless tread 1745|The same, the same incumber'd; till approach'd 1745|Dreamland, and approachd, yet once I said, 1745|"Ah, cease to bring me such miserie!" 1745|It chanceth near the grave, where the fair race 1745|In quiet rest their aged heads, 1745|A gentle wind comes softly, 1745|Softly the leaf-strewn branches cast 1745|Shadow on each shady nook: ======================================== SAMPLE 40640 ======================================== 2383|Of all the worldes bane. 2383|The thirde king of these wee folk was called 2383|Ioyne Mortelos of the linees good, 2383|And was worthy in his ordre to be 2383|And of his ordre was brave and warie. 2383|He was called Christos Christodos, I 2383|And from him was named Eleanre. 2383|Ioyne was good knight of noble hight; 2383|Full fayre was his ordre and gentle, 2383|And in his hand he had a bowe a ful good and strong, 2383|And upon that bowe he gat him an arrow good of gold, 2383|That made them whilome vpon the ground to goe, 2383|As they that in the field were y-fought. 2383|As soon as he had shot his arrow, 2383|That highte Eleanre was brent away; 2383|And after had he not shot his arrow, 2383|That highte Eleanre would have gone; 2383|And whan that the king of these wee folk 2383|Eleanre had shot his arrow that bent, 2383|He gan to crye -- 2383|Alas! it was a deadly wound! 2383|With this word anon there fell him an ewer 2383|Of false Christianes, a mighty one, 2383|Which ehe they held him in, I you assure ye, 2383|All for to fillen up the bankes, 2383|That the best blood in the worldes hode 2383|He hath slain with his bloody blade, 2383|And he hath slain withal the best; 2383|And for to fillen up the bankes 2383|God never him assented to. 2383|"I never see so swift a man 2383|As my brother Bartholomew;" 2383|But wheneuer they came upon the field 2383|Away he fled, and came again; 2383|And all those that him held chaste loved him 2383|As they would have their loves loved thereto. 2383|This Abbot of this good abbey, 2383|This good and noble brother Bartholomew, 2383|Was a gallant man and a goodly knight, 2383|And to him gave a fete, a fetes every day, 2383|And that was on the holy day 2383|Of Saint John the Baptist the Prophet, 2383|On Saint John's holy morn; 2383|And with a thousand men that had his graces, 2383|This king of Denmark's cause attended; 2383|To him he sente a courteous messenger, 2383|And tolde of this news to the King 2383|And to King Eric, and tolde him anon 2383|How Bartholomew was slain; 2383|And all that with him had business had, 2383|And if he had his handes over his head, 2383|That he was slayne, said this good Abbot: 2383|"The man that this man slayne may not live. 2383|A thousand men that were his knights, 2383|To do him wrong, that never they did him wrong, 2383|Doth this bold man to death and blood abate. 2383|The man that slayne the man that be dead, 2383|His owne body shall see; 2383|That is the law that is unto me." 2383|"And if that him have rightfull right 2383|Upon my right handes, I wot right wel he may, 2383|That withouten his right he wolde make a dole 2383|Of that vertuous Abbot that abiden is 2383|Of Canterbury that abiden was. 2383|And in no manere that euer I did knowe 2383|He hath nor vertu, nor any schuldres ye witen. 2383|"And for I wot a thousand men 2383|Of his body, and he hath in hele a hond 2383|Two bowes and two faulchions full fowley, 2383|And twenty hymsne of blood to make him glad 2383|That he the manger stunde to me, 2383|And that he hath sente one of ======================================== SAMPLE 40650 ======================================== 27405|"And yet no king of the world has come to my bower, 27405|"Only the king of the world is my lover and master. 27405|"And then I came to your bower, my love, my queen." 27405|Then the queen replied: "For whom have you come, my lord, 27405|"And why do you bring the maid so dear unto me? 27405|"I am the queen of the forest, the lord of mine hart, 27405|"And I lay my love upon your knee with a kiss, 27405|"The best a king can lay on a king of his kind." 27405|"O love, for a king that is lord of his land, 27405|"The fair lady whom you have wed may be there, 27405|"My lady is the wife of the lord whom I rule. 27405|"And you may have the maid of your choosing, my goodly queen, 27405|"Of those that I give for the sake of the queen of the land." 27405|Then the king he answered: "My queen, my queen, 27405|"My queen of the land, my lady, my lady, 27405|"Yea, and when death shall banish me, and the world be all gone, 27405|"There shall my lady be and there shall mine own knight." 27405|But even then she was not in the bower, 27405|My lady and princess of the forest, 27405|With the rest, but a maiden alone, 27405|The maiden my knight and my peerless dame. 27405|Long, long the queen was hidden away, 27405|And hid from sight till her days' full sum of hate, 27405|And for seven summers prayed for the knight, 27405|And with the king, for seven summers, forswore 27405|The woman that loved him, and with weeping eyes, 27405|Wailed the sweet life from his dear lost love, 27405|Prayed with sorrow for her own beloved one. 27405|And now that their sorrow is a thing atoned, 27405|And the world-wide weeping is his own, 27405|The king to the maid has returned, 27405|And with all the king's and the king's good 27405|And lady's glee it is that her love is there, 27405|And the fair lady is all adored of man. 27405|"O thou that lovest all things and all things' 27405|"Who loveest not me?" “Nay, nay, ’tis not so 27405|"Thou who loveest everything and everything’s thine, 27405|"And who lovest me? 27405|"For I was a little maid and now am now 27405|"A lady, a queen, a queen of every name, 27405|"And every thing and I love thee, O thou Lord. 27405|"Wherefore would love go with me in my wise flight 27405|"In the hope that thou by my love might'st be led 27405|"To be all alone with the king of the world? 27405|"O thou that loveest all things and all things’s mine, 27405|"And wouldst not let thy foot in the path of love stand, 27405|"O thou that knowest all the secrets of love, 27405|"O King, to whom not in thine own good grace only 27405|"Is love, who loves to know all things and love all things, 27405|"O thou that knowest all things and all things’s mine, 27405|"Give back my soul and let me return to thee." 27405|He sighed and said, “In such wise wilt thou prove 27405|"Thy love, thou loveest the lady and never mine 27405|"Who loveth each one other and never maketh boast, 27405|"Even of love, who loveth the lady, and loves mine, 27405|"So let their loving be for ever and ever, 27405|"And their passion, and pride, and longing for bliss, 27405|"Until the hour that ever is full of the hour: 27405|"That hour is the hour for all lovers and mine.” 27405|Long the lady hid the truth from face the day 27405|Because she loved not the man that she loved so: 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 40660 ======================================== 17448|To my bonnie bairn when he come 17448|For to sing the thrack o' the clog, 17448|For to bring the han'fu' fau't 17448|Into his bonnie bairn's pay', 17448|An' a' the thrack we sat sae wee, 17448|When auld Nick he sing'd our thracke! 17448|For auld Nick he sung our thracke! 17448|W'en he first had his knuckles denty, 17448|An' a' the thrack he sat sae wee 17448|Then he thocht nae mair of the hecht, 17448|For to sing the thrack o' the clog, 17448|For to bring the han'fu' fau't 17448|Into his bonnie bairn's pay', 17448|When auld Nick he sing'd our thracke, 17448|An' a' the thrack we sat sae wee, 17448|For to sing the thrack o' the clog, 17448|For to bring the han'fu' fau't 17448|To our bonnie, bonnie, bonnie King's 17448|Bud O! the King's was a' in fashion 17448|When the young man an' the lassie 17448|Was a' in beauty's ray an' style; 17448|Till a wife's a' but gowd and skin, 17448|Aye when the new an' the hoary, 17448|When auld Nick he sing'd our thracke, 17448|An' a' the thrack we sat sae wee, 17448|For to sing the thrack o' the clog, 17448|For to bring the han'fu' fau't 17448|Into the young man's hauf-leather, 17448|Aye when the new an' the hoary 17448|When the young man an' the lassie 17448|Was a' in beauty's ray an' style! 17448|Till our trist an' our dawg an' our canana 17448|Aye when the new an' the hoary 17448|When the young man an' the lassie 17448|Was a' in flower an' truth an' fashion 17448|Till we 've been twa years or so, 17448|An' when auld Nick he sing'd our thracke, 17448|For to sing the thrack o' the clog, 17448|For to bring the han'fu' fau't 17448|Into our young man's hauf-leather, 17448|Aye when the young man an' the lassie 17448|Was a' in flower an' truth an' fashion! 17448|But he tauld us a' that yestre'en, 17448|For to-morrow wad be our nuarl, 17448|An' the brigs o' Clinkt' would gie 'um 17448|The new auld manse a' to drink. 17448|O, then we sat an' sang our rhymes: 17448|Sae we were but lin, my lad! 17448|But the King was jock an' we liked fine, 17448|An' there were but three to a door. 17448|O! aye the young man singed our rhymes, 17448|For he was but a wee, my lad, 17448|But, Och, it was a' that, my lad! 17448|O, auld Nick was a gowdamut! 17448|For a' the little things that be! 17448|For to sing the thrack o' the clog, 17448|For to bring the han'fu' fau't 17448|Into our young man's hauf-leather, 17448|An' the new young man's ain heart, 17448|When the young man and the lassie, 17448|For to sing the thrack o' the clog, 17448|For to bring hame the hizzie, 17448|Into our young man's hauf-leather, 17448|An' our ain young man's ain style! 17448|But aye the young man sang for his ======================================== SAMPLE 40670 ======================================== 1020|To the place of meeting. 1020|You who have learned for a fact 1020|It is not all to do, 1020|How many a man 1020|You have raised to the sky, 1020|And how many must fall, 1020|Must you be 1020|Happy to see 1020|Only men that fell? 1020|For you have seen men die, 1020|You have known the pains 1020|That poor weak women know, 1020|The hopeless loneliness 1020|Of lonely mothers, 1020|And the empty rooms 1020|And the hungry faces 1020|And all the rest of it, 1020|And have for a fact 1020|Only men that fell? 1020|O God! How many men 1020|In my life who would give 1020|Their love and their lives for me, 1020|Have done so in my place? 1020|Will they now cease to live, 1020|Wear a form like mine, 1020|Or their lives be left on earth 1020|To be pitied and forgotten? 1020|They who once strove with me, 1020|Rushed on my back with pride, 1020|Cared for my body, 1020|Paced my errand for me. 1020|They left me to myself, 1020|And they never asked for work, 1020|Never gave me a word 1020|But they gave me something. 1020|And who gives now to them 1020|The thing it is my own? 1020|Must I be they that have loved 1020|Their souls with the love of me, 1020|Who have gained through me 1020|All they desired of me? 1020|The time is long, 1020|A great year is past, 1020|And I am lonely, 1020|But I am strong. 1020|What have I done 1020|To make you mad, 1020|To make you waste 1020|The time of me? 1020|For I would give 1020|Whatever's left to me, 1020|Nothing save myself. 1020|I would not ask to be forgiven 1020|If I have wronged you by mistake, 1020|I would not seek your pity 1020|If I have wronged you utterly. 1020|I would renounce you 1020|I would not ask your patience 1020|If I had the worst 1020|Of all imaginable human woe. 1020|You who have taught me, 1020|You who have nursed me, 1020|You who have loved me, 1020|I can leave you all. 1020|There is no need to trouble you 1020|If I have already given all, 1020|All in the greatest agony, 1020|And would in agony give more 1020|If I could do it all again. 1020|So let me pass, 1020|I will never find you. 1020|Come to me, I have lived in the open for the last three years, 1020|I stand on this hill with a torch in my hand to shine out; 1020|I will never lie down to sleep while the wind and the rain and 1020|The rain and the wind and the rain and the rain and the 1020|rain, 1020|It is the law of the sky. 1020|I am in a garden full of aisles and coloured lights, 1020|And I see beautiful women waving their tresses in the air. 1020|And I am in a world where the sunlight is coloured by the 1020|flowers and by the grasses and by clouds and by trees, 1020|But I must sleep peacefully at death. 1020|I do not know the meaning of this great light, it is only 1020|the way I love it to be. 1020|It is the morning on the sea and the morning on the plains and 1020|and the clouds. 1020|It is the light of the sun that comes and goes like a leaf, 1020|It is the sea and the sky in whose blue depths you can touch 1020|and talk. 1020|It is the day and the night and the moon that shines upon the 1020|land, 1020|It is the grass of the fields and the sea and the trees in your ======================================== SAMPLE 40680 ======================================== 2620|But I could not be a star; 2620|I was not worthy, or I would not dare, 2620|And so I stayed at home. 2620|No, I must be up early, and I must be 2620|Up at night; 2620|Up in the morning, up in the morning, 2620|Up at night. 2620|So up in the early mornin's, and up 2620|In the early air; 2620|So up in the morning, up in the morning, 2620|Up in night; 2620|Till tears did fill my eyes, 2620|And then I lay down in the shadow land 2620|At the end of the world. 2620|Then up in the early mornin's, and up 2620|In the early air; 2620|Now I must lie down and go to sleep 2620|In the shade of the world. 2620|So up in the early mornin's, and up 2620|In the early air; 2620|Now I must go to sleep and go to war 2620|With the bad folk in the West. 2620|So up in the morning and then down; 2620|I must lie down at night 2620|And lie down and lie down and be well 2620|All the livelong day. 2620|Who always says it's all over, 2620|And nothing comes of it; 2620|And never a dream of it, except 2620|A few words from it;-- 2620|The little things that make you think 2620|Away upon the earth. 2620|He may say: My thoughts are brutish, 2620|My words are rough, 2620|Though he have written them in great letters, 2620|And hid them in churches. 2620|He may say: My life is like an air, 2620|My words like stones, 2620|And all one doom, since they have reached him 2620|God's star forsaken. 2620|But, oh! the star of Heaven, whose eyes 2620|See all things; 2620|And through them see far into God's starry nights 2620|The dark stars whilom trembled. 2620|And in me lies a heart that's not ashamed 2620|Of its poor service. 2620|The sky is blue and the wind is fresh and free; 2620|The cloud-rifts show it plainly, 2620|No mist or cloud is there--not one at all. 2620|Not far off is the house where I live, 2620|And where his family lives; 2620|There are two windows with the same glass, 2620|There's an air-shack in the house above-- 2620|An air-shack with a key! 2620|I know the key, for it is blue in color, 2620|And it can open all the doors within 2620|By which the air is brought in. 2620|I know where all the bells must be, 2620|For they must be at the close of day, 2620|Or the town will be in a sorry state, 2620|Unless the bells were heard. 2620|I know where all the children are, 2620|For they too must be quiet and good, 2620|To be ready for a great sermon, 2620|Or the town would be in a sorry voice 2620|Without the voice of the children, 2620|Unless all the children took arms 2620|And struck at the tongue of God. 2620|I know of more than one place, 2620|More than one church without a wall, 2620|Where the poor, who're homeless, kneel and pray 2620|And the beautiful sound no one shuts 2620|And brings the winds a-calling. 2620|I know other ways than these,-- 2620|I know of others churches with belles, 2620|More goodly than their words make them seem, 2620|The Lord's glorious silence. 2620|But here the trees are beautiful, 2620|And every child looks up, with full bowl 2620|In his hands, at an angel's feet, who stands 2620|Upon the hillside watching. 2620|And so my heart is joyful here, 2620|For the bells here are the angels' feet, 2620| ======================================== SAMPLE 40690 ======================================== 16059|Á la acompañar del mundo. 16059|Aunque no me basta, de este incierto, 16059|De tu sombra, de su libre él, 16059|Nosotros pone á mi libre ejemplo, 16059|Y tienes una vez y una ocion. 16059|Mas no le escucha á mi libre ocio, 16059|Que una vez lo hicieron del día, 16059|Que un perejoso de armonia 16059|Ocupó más bien señora 16059|Ni la iglesia del profundo. 16059|Tan sólo al oro: «Tendrás años, 16059|Que en aquel á tu guerenzas días 16059|Vió el último últino había, 16059|Vió á los últimos que la llamada 16059|Los que en el mundo de su sensibilidad.» 16059|«Señor... yo tú! Ni todo es despecho, 16059|Es tu señor de la vida... y en un béchas 16059|Que con su alcuni el sol mis ojos 16059|Dedicas al cielo se pensan tornas, 16059|Cuando mi pecho es entra el cielo se podía.» 16059|«Dios de todo cuándulo, que es forfácil 16059|En cuadrilla desierta por el espacio... 16059|Otros ni de alegres, ¡despedida! 16059|A las ventanas á oro se ven cercan, 16059|Ni el alma á la frente á los pies el alto, 16059|Ni de esperanza á los pies del alto.» 16059|Y olvidado á la nieve á los pies, 16059|Por quien cualquier no, en este mundo 16059|Sobre el cora de ese mueroa, 16059|Con sus alivios de torno es vuelve 16059|Su cruzan con el pueblo del alto 16059|Y al mismo llanto en el alma está lo alto. 16059|Dijo: Nuevas mejor; y á mi voz, cuál dulce... 16059|Ya la que más honda con miedo al mismo, 16059|Sobre el cora de esperanza, 16059|Que entre sus altos fuentes, y al sabio, 16059|Honda mejor y en los cielos al sabio 16059|Nos ojos buscan de cuadra marido; 16059|Sobre el monte de la puente arrojaba. 16059|Y él ya por su avecuelta, 16059|«Nunca alegre,» que hoy y muestra, 16059|Un bel cor avilana, 16059|Y en mi memoria 16059|Y en mi frente antiguas, 16059|Nuevo dedóse 16059|De mi alta amargura, 16059|Que en su furor arrulla 16059|Y en el polvo y en el cielo, 16059|El moro, el espanto espero 16059|Que en lo hondo á libertad entre las flores, 16059|Ese lepre dejudíe, 16059|Y se lepre mi memoria; 16059|Que la esencia amedrenta 16059|En mi boca ardientes, 16059|Con su cadatino 16059|Al sol de los dias del Indio. 16059|Lleva en el Cajatiz afligido, 16059|La voz alta siesta 16059|A su rayo á su anchoe, 16059|Cual corona á mi noche y asombra: 16059|Y la guerra de un vuelo bocarado, ======================================== SAMPLE 40700 ======================================== 27781|An’ a’ daws a’ gaws an’ daws, 27781|For Christ’s sake, I’m gwineter come to a daws, 27781|An’ I’ll gry a’ you! 27781|An’ whan my kahilt i’ its cord at he went, 27781|My kahilt an’ i’d wunny the mune, 27781|I’m gwineter come to a daws, 27781|O’ whan I’m gwineter gewn to a daws, 27781|An’ I’ll gry a’ you! 27781|An’ whan my kahilt i’ its cord at he went, 27781|I’ve wunny the mune so hodden, 27781|I wunny no longer stand on my knees, 27781|For a daws will com to a daws, 27781|O’ whan I’m gwineter come to a daws, 27781|A daws shall com to a daws, 27781|For Christ’s sake, I’ll gwine to a daws, 27781|A daws shall com to a daws, 27781|For Christ’s sake, I’ll gwan walk ta a daws, 27781|I’ll walk a daws wi’ me. 27781|O’ monny an’ gin at a woddon 27781|I cuddant cuddle wi’ my dearie; 27781|It’s dreme at thine an’ meen’, T’ou-tous-ee. 27781|But my nimble, steed wi’ a silken mane, 27781|Is cuddlein round wi’ my dearie; 27781|For an’ a, there’s a dawht yon dainty, 27781|For an’ a, the daan wi’ thy breeath. 27781|And I’ll a gert lassie, wi’ thy bonny hair, 27781|Tak’ him wha knaws, for an’ a, 27781|When the lass heaats wi’ a lassie, 27781|And wuns ta a dreethin’ dahn him. 27781|Fenix geddit! Ought sic a man fra a waggin, 27781|Ought frien’ wi’ his tappin, Ought flogggin,-- 27781|Jock o’ teetot, or monny a frikin! 27781|Jock, o’ teetot, or monny a frikin! 27781|“I’ve a lassie to mind, O lass o’ teetot! 27781|I’ve my dainty lass o’ teetot, 27781|An’ I’ll gie her hame teetot. 27781|If I get a friend o’ teetot, 27781|An’ if I get a friend o’ teetot, 27781|I’ll gie a leg o’ teetot. 27781|For I’ll aime her hame up teetot, 27781|An’ I’ll aime her hame up teetot, 27781|Gin’ a friend o’ teetot, Ought frien’. 27781|An’ Ought frien’. 27781|I’ve a mouth o’ teetot! Ought sic a mouth! 27781|Ought frien’ wi’ my teetot, Ought langer,-- 27781|Jock o’ teetot, or monny a frikin! 27781|Ought nahti taan shane t’other, 27781|For I’ll aime her hame up t’other, 27781|An’ I’ll aime her hame up t’other, 27781|Gin a friend o’ teetot, Ought sic a mane. 27781|When ======================================== SAMPLE 40710 ======================================== 13650|If I had never seen you before, 13650|In the whole world there ne'er would be 13650|A night, a day, a month, an year 13650|In which I ne'er had seen the sun! 13650|Ain't you tired yet, my bonnie lass? 13650|I'm tired of heretofore haunts; 13650|And O! I'm tired of this 13650|Familiar air, this sight, this air! 13650|This place, this atmosphere, 13650|This music, voice, these mirrors, these sights! 13650|I feel it all too--I feel it all! 13650|Ain't you tired yet, my bonnie lass? 13650|I'm tired of heretofore haunts; 13650|And O! I'm tired of this 13650|Familiar air, this sight, this air! 13650|This place, this atmosphere, 13650|This music, voice, these mirrors, these lights! 13650|I feel it all too--I feel it all! 13650|'Tis strange that ever I was born, 13650|That now I seem to be at heart 13650|In another clime, in another land, 13650|In a foreign body, with a different blood. 13650|You've heard the old story--'twas a fact-- 13650|A fact that never my mind can rein-- 13650|The old story and the unknown wind 13650|Had brought my birth, and set me here. 13650|I know not what their course may be-- 13650|It may be this, or that, or this,-- 13650|But in this place--in any place, 13650|That I am the offspring of some power-- 13650|And nevermore I'll leave this place. 13650|I never heard of so dark a fate, 13650|Nor so strange a fate to bring me! 13650|And now my life is here, with me, 13650|In this cold, dark, barren place, 13650|And I am the spawn, the delight 13650|Of a cold old, ancient thing. 13650|This place--but wherefore is it here? 13650|I never set foot in this place. 13650|Aye, in my youth, I wandered far 13650|With the wind and the rain and the stars, 13650|And I never was heretofore. 13650|But now, with all these thoughts awake, 13650|In the darkness of my own mind, 13650|And all the old joys come back to mind, 13650|Here I am, the spawn of that old time. 13650|I cannot come forth to-day. 13650|'Tis now and never was, I know 13650|Or you, or this dear, strange new place, 13650|And if it come to-day, I doubt 13650|If I'll stay in it long, or not. 13650|I feel that I am here to-night, 13650|I can feel that I am here, sir, 13650|And this long house is the end of it, 13650|And the long porch is the gate to this. 13650|The sky is a sea of gold, 13650|The sea is a field of poppies, 13650|In the field and in the yard, sir, 13650|The sea is a field of poppies. 13650|(Air: _A Farewell to Poppies_) 13650|The sea is a field of poppies; 13650|The sky is a field of poppies; 13650|And down below, sir, the land's the sky, 13650|And the land's a poppies field to-day! 13650|(Air: _The Sea and the Land_) 13650|When I was young, 13650|In those happy days, 13650|Where the meadows flowed, 13650|By a lake as clear 13650|As the pools in May, 13650|We wandered out 13650|Together down into the meadows, 13650|By a lake as clear 13650|As the pools in May. 13650|Now the wide world's mine; 13650|All ahead lies drowned; 13650|Naught is near except the shining meadows 13650|And the little quiet lake ======================================== SAMPLE 40720 ======================================== 1365|But now the fire has ceased to burn, 1365|The shadows lengthen to the night, 1365|And darkness covers all the place; 1365|And in the hall's deep recess 1365|Sleep holds his purple skirts in, 1365|And closes o'er the chamber's mouth. 1365|But on the balcony, just overhead 1365|The light of life burns dim and warm and red, 1365|As when the sun-blaze bursts a storm of rose, 1365|And the warm sunshine ripples the hall's hall way! 1365|A girl in shining robes so fair 1365|Is kneeling at the housemaid's feet 1365|Like a lost lamb that is out of sight; 1365|Barefoot, of slender stature, she 1365|Perched on the rafter of the porch, 1365|Waiting the judgment that is laid 1365|Upon the fool and all his wight, 1365|To whom her father's wrath she gave. 1365|Her hands are folded in her lap, 1365|And all her face is bathed in tears, 1365|And her heart is broken with remorse, 1365|And sore is her sore conscience at sight 1365|Of the fair lamb for whose loss she mourns. 1365|The lamp above the casement burns, 1365|Its flame doth kindle up her hair; 1365|It falleth up with a soft sweet charm, 1365|And kindles again in her eyes. 1365|She looked upon the picture, and wept, 1365|And wept with all the kindred weeps 1365|For the lost lamb for whom she wept. 1365|In vain the housemaid plucked a flower 1365|From its tender sepulchral buds, 1365|The lamp above the casement burns, 1365|The lamp doth kindle up her hair. 1365|Her face as fair, so fair! 1365|Her white and rosy fingers stray 1365|Down the lily-drop that lies 1365|Upon her bosom as it lies-- 1365|Her white and rosy fingers stray 1365|From the heart of a lost Lamb David, 1365|Lost yet to Pity's cry, 1365|And her face as fair, so fair! 1365|His heart was kindled, his teeth fell, 1365|The God of the Witches over him 1365|Had taken him to Himself, 1365|And left her for his own; 1365|And still the moon shines on her head, 1365|The stars are round her head, a line 1365|Of white, round stars that hang and shine 1365|Against her golden hair, and there 1365|She smiles upon the young Lamb David! 1365|The Bridegroom is of my heart. 1365|For he is a young and loving Lamb, 1365|And all day long he sits and bleeps 1365|To the sound of his great father's flute, 1365|And at nighttime down by the brook, 1365|In the darkness of the shadowy brook, 1365|He plays with my heart and flutters 1365|With his little eyes. 1365|The Bridegroom is of my heart. 1365|He sleeps in the bosom of my Lamb; 1365|And all night long he prattles 1365|Of his little dreams, and laughs, 1365|And all day long he prattles 1365|Of his little dreams. 1365|The Bridegroom is of my heart. 1365|And he is a tall and stately Lamb; 1365|And when at night he hears the sound of the bell, 1365|Under his pillow he lies still, 1365|And he murmurs with his lip, "Ayn richt!" 1365|And all night long he murmurs, and I think 1365|That my heart is all that he murmurs. 1365|The Bridegroom is of my heart. 1365|And he is a tall and stately Lamb, 1365|And he is so mighty that his feet 1365|Are planted on the earth and on the sea, 1365|And his broad white hands are relaxed, 1365|Tenderly on his breast, a Lamb, 1365|A Lamb, a Lamb, a Lamb, a Lamb, 1365|The Bridegroom ======================================== SAMPLE 40730 ======================================== 2732|And when it's "Hurrah for the olden time," 2732|To do all sorts of odd kinds of tricks; 2732|But oh, the times they never come again! 2732|When I came out of the army I knew 2732|It was "just time the old time was begun"! 2732|So when I went sailing about, 2732|I took my little bucket of tin; 2732|And when I went to fill it up, 2732|I knew "the war wasn't all fun and fro." 2732|When I was in my Sunday'swear, 2732|And wished I didn't need to weep, 2732|I didn't mind telling them so, 2732|That I had been "tired and quite ready for Die!" 2732|I said I looked like a pauper; 2732|My face was rather too "cheeky," 2732|And when I tried to think of a slogan, 2732|Oh, that was all I got on the post! 2732|I wish I had a bank of Olden Times, 2732|Where I can deposit the "palsied headlines," 2732|And, if there's one thing's sure, it's 2732|That I'm never, never, never tired 2732|By the "Waste Doctrine" I hear blarneyins; 2732|My mind's "always on the improving side;" 2732|I always say my very best to things. 2732|I'll stick to the "salt inland" and "dow"; 2732|And when I'm called to the "Committees" 2732|I will say nothing but "Hooray!" 2732|When I've done with the "whirling Dervise" 2732|And "Catchphrases" you've "Catch a Train!" 2732|I'll get me into the "Hole On The Left" 2732|And "Hooray, Up to the Majors!" 2732|I'll get me into "The Office"--so fresh, 2732|And cheery and gay and gay, 2732|"Good days, and glad days, 2732|And the fun that comes with "Good days;" 2732|And all that's "blessing the soul" 2732|And the joy that follows upon "Good days;" 2732|If I haven't got, oh, my! 2732|You'll never suppose 2732|That I don't see 2732|That my heart isn't 2732|Well, yes and no, 2732|I don't see that my head isn't free; 2732|And now for good and ill: 2732|The first of a great many friends 2732|That I have, when things fail, 2732|Are some relatives, that, through duty bound 2732|To comfort a friend's distress, 2732|Can always be found at the postern-door. 2732|And now and then, indeed, they can 2732|Take me a track-trip and 2732|Look for me over seas 2732|To old friends--any one on earth 2732|(Except the old and lame): 2732|But my fondest and dearest 2732|(There are few things more beloved 2732|In a lump on the shelf), 2732|They will let me have the rest of them 2732|When I'm out of "the work." 2732|O, yes, they will. The first thing she said 2732|When my poor old eyes were out, 2732|That they'd met once or twice, at church, 2732|Was a look that said, "Good faith!" 2732|They will meet my grave at home, 2732|In the yard; and each one will say, 2732|"We did meet awhile." 2732|The last and best of friends, 2732|They will see me to my grave, 2732|And take my old and broken glasses 2732|Home with me to my grave, 2732|Where the church clock will be going, 2732|My old spectacles. 2732|Now, my friends, my brothers, I must sing, 2732|And I must sing, and I must sing; 2732|And I must sing these words and more; 2732|O, the time is very, very short! 2732|Yet as long, and far as I ======================================== SAMPLE 40740 ======================================== 19385|As they were the same to ever, 19385|The wild waves are in their fury, 19385|The waves are o'er the rock-bound shores. 19385|Let us be merry while we may, 19385|The tide is out, and over the wave; 19385|Yet, as we roam, I 'll cheer you, O, 19385|And so I 'll be you, my dearie. 19385|I 've loved and lost but half enough-- 19385|The best of my days is almost past: 19385|And, while I wander this dreary shore, 19385|I 'll look for the other half yet! 19385|I 'll look for the friends I had missed, 19385|The dear ones I have left but little; 19385|Their smiles and their looks, so dear, 19385|They will not come to me. 19385|Sweet maids and gentle youths, 19385|Oh, stay, for the tempest has come on! 19385|Oh! may none ask 19385|The heart thou canst feel for, and for me! 19385|The flower that we were wont to think divine, 19385|To every one of us a dear delight, 19385|Is yet not of this earth; 19385|The flower that we were wont to think divine, 19385|No blossom of thine can blossom upon earth. 19385|Oh! could my darling smile on my sweetheart's face, 19385|And my face smile on the cheek of my dear one dear? 19385|And there would be life to the rose on my cheek; 19385|But no--the rose is a rose of the earth, and earth 19385|May love no more. 19385|Oh! 'tis a curse on the dew 19385|That never is breathed into that blossom fresh; 19385|Or flowers of the spring, 19385|That all the summer through 19385|May kiss my cheek and eyes, 19385|But, though their blossom is not of this earth. 19385|Oh! no! we may never rejoice 19385|In the sunshine and the moonlight, 19385|Through the day be kissed and caressed, 19385|And feel that the heart of the bloom is ours; 19385|For the wild-flowers of earth may not be kissed, 19385|Though they love this life, 19385|Nor the sweet flower of spring, 19385|Though it love this life--and be of the earth. 19385|But, yet 'tis a curse on the dew, 19385|That never is breathed into that blossom fair; 19385|For the sun is a flower-bee, 19385|And the bower of the dew 19385|May smile on the cheek of one loved on earth. 19385|Ah! never forget and never falter, 19385|Oh! my love is all that thou art! 19385|Then turn not aside from thy path; 19385|For Nature is strong though the foe be weak; 19385|The world is a land of the Lord, 19385|And in life is a shining shield. 19385|How strange a thought as this, my love is all that thou art! 19385|Though the cloud-drift roll on thee with gloom of woe, 19385|Behold, the clouds fall, and the sun breaks on me. 19385|Thy heart is the cloud o'er which it throws her woe, 19385|The cloud-drift is all Nature's, and all Nature's own. 19385|I am a slave, my love is a slave, 19385|The clouds and the sun and the moon 19385|Are the images of each other, 19385|The clouds and the sun and the moon 19385|Are the images of each other; 19385|And I am that which hath not any part, 19385|And I have none to take up, 19385|That which lies in every nook and cranny, 19385|And I have none wherewith to play, 19385|That which lies in every nook and cranny; 19385|I am that which hath neither name nor fame, 19385|I am that which hath neither name nor fame. 19385|For a smile is a lovely image, 19385|A blush a pleasing variety, 19385|A word is a colour changing, 19385|A ======================================== SAMPLE 40750 ======================================== 1304|Or where, amid the fields of dew, 1304|The snowdrop lies, and wakes to song. 1304|O, come, sweet snowdrop, and let us 1304|Here in the Summer-indolence 1304|Work on, till all the leaves become 1304|Lingering music in an hour 1304|To stir the heart's affections there! 1304|And here, the very birds rejoice 1304|In our soft grass to gather sweet 1304|Honey of their own made melody: 1304|And here, sweet fountains from their caves 1304|Their fountain-showers here produce; 1304|And by this fountain-side alone 1304|I sit who am a solitary creature! 1304|What are we, then? that we should know 1304|Lesson from example? we are clods 1304|Spread in the endless war of heat 1304|Among the many fiery tribes 1304|That war through endless generations 1304|To reach the shining goal of day. 1304|O, though the sun and stars be kind, 1304|And thou, O thou bright planet Earth, 1304|Risest always with a gleam and blaze 1304|To give us life, and let us see 1304|What radiance lies beyond thy sphere, 1304|How far below us, dim and bare! 1304|I, too, am a solitary clod 1304|Blown hither in the rush of years, 1304|Blown hither in the rush of years, 1304|To meet those cares that never change 1304|The smiles that I may never wear. 1304|I might behold thee in my pride, 1304|And find in thee a solace meet, 1304|But ah! how few shall meet thy gaze, 1304|The one I love, the one I love! 1304|The sun, that o'er the vasty main 1304|With tender pride our vessel rides, 1304|Beameth now our welcome home; 1304|But ah! how few our home are here, 1304|The one I love, the one I love! 1304|What makes our happy home so rare, 1304|So loved by those that live below? 1304|The splendour of the star that shines 1304|Above the ocean's glassy stream, 1304|How many faces does it show 1304|To those that dwell beneath its rays? 1304|The light of thine ascendant beaming 1304|Upon these azure realms of light, 1304|And on the wide, smooth ocean flowing, 1304|With that deep and tender radiance blest, 1304|As thou shalt know ere time's decline, 1304|And ere time has blest thy sister's day. 1304|My sister, fairest of the Sisters Three, 1304|In whom the seeds of Wisdom do grow, 1304|We all are blind to Heaven, yet all men know 1304|That thou art there, and see not but thou shalt see. 1304|As one who, driving from Delphi's height, 1304|To view the stars that cluster there did climb, 1304|His eyes being shut by some heavenly cloud, 1304|No more he sees than is a single row 1304|Of clustered stars in the still, clear night, 1304|When nearer to the moon his hope to spring, 1304|So I, who from the world my being cull, 1304|But see, as far as human eyes can see, 1304|Only three tall, upright, and noble trees; 1304|And what is here behind those trees? 1304|A thousand decks!--and thousands more 1304|Of those immaculate verdure boughs 1304|That now are bent on lofty statues gay; 1304|Till Time so sets them, that the eye 1304|Of man may never understand 1304|Why these pompous trees should the gods choose, 1304|The earth's true garden and her flowers. 1304|Come, Nature, come! I must attend my Lady, 1304|Who comes with me to consider the cause 1304|Of this sad state of things, and in short 1304|Of their returning favour do implore. 1304|For we two lovers live, not for ourself, 1304|But for the Lady, she that hath my suit, ======================================== SAMPLE 40760 ======================================== 36153|The one thing the world has left, 36153|In all our days of pain; 36153|The one thing that can take your heart away-- 36153|I bring a message to you-- 36153|A message from you to me, 36153|The one thing the world has left. 36153|I send to you my secret soul, 36153|The secret I can't hide, 36153|That's very strong enough to hold 36153|The world and all things in one, 36153|The secret of my heart. 36153|Ah, well for the lover who hears 36153|The secret of his lady's heart. 36153|I have a sister that sings to me, 36153|And the songs of the wild birds evermore 36153|Make music for that little songster 36153|That we call, "Aislinna, Aislinna, Aislinna." 36153|Oh, we're a happy little bird 36153|That sings so sweetly aislinnna, 36153|And the songs it sings to the little bird 36153|Sue a sorrow in on us, 36153|And "Aislinnna, Aislinnna." 36153|We had many comrades awhile 36153|That sing as sweetly as the wild birds sing. 36153|We had four blue-eyed kittens, too, 36153|That slept, love, in the tree tops overhead, 36153|When the summertime was still; 36153|And the little kittens in a row, 36153|All in a row, 36153|So I put them outside to play; 36153|No matter if on ice they cried, 36153|They all cried the same. 36153|I have a sisters that sings to me, 36153|And the singers that she sends to me 36153|Have a sound of delight, 36153|And the song of the little bird that sings 36153|Sue a sorrow in on us, 36153|And "Aislinnna, Aislinnna." 36153|Oh! I have a little sister, too, 36153|That sings so sweetly and sweetly, too, 36153|And the twinkling strings that she makes 36153|Make a glad echo for the song. 36153|If a little sister but came there 36153|And sang as well as she can, 36153|She would be the darling of hearts 36153|The sweetest little sister I know. 36153|She would have diamonds, pearls and gold, 36153|And she would have a gown that's new. 36153|And if ever there were children two 36153|One had to be a bride; 36153|And they would run and hide away, 36153|One hide by the old tree top, 36153|One in the grass would be so good 36153|To go and call on, 36153|And the other listen and wait 36153|Till she was gone. 36153|The birds and the children--I'm sure 36153|That they would all have to go. 36153|But the birds and the children--I'm sure 36153|That if the children two could be 36153|That you--I love you, dearie. 36153|I went to the garden 36153|To see the blooming peach; 36153|To look at the violets 36153|That shine as they hang on the bough; 36153|To look at the pansies 36153|At dawn in the blue day-light; 36153|I went to the garden 36153|And looked at the bloom. 36153|'Tis there, in the sun and the shade, 36153|The blossomy pinks and the violets lie, 36153|And the pansies glow like the sun 36153|On the ground of the little garden I keep. 36153|And the pretty birds sing their song of spring, 36153|On the branches that meet, and the grass, 36153|As they come and go on their way, 36153|And the flowers all flutter in the yellow light. 36153|'Tis sweet to imagine that the flowers are 36153|A thousand times more fair that we see, 36153|With every one of their thousand lips, 36153|A thousand kisses their beauty expresses. 36153|And how they touch and linger, 36153| ======================================== SAMPLE 40770 ======================================== 1280|For I want your love that I might love you the best. 1280|But then, you must be happy that you found me out. 1280|"Why don't you come? Ah, come, then--oh, my life is my own. 1280|I love the sky and it rains everywhere. 1280|You see me now with the sky-light? 1280|You see when the trees are bare and the leaves are brown with 1280|dust the white flowers in the fields, 1280|And the red leaves trail behind the rain? 1280|I love the clouds that hang above the clouds, 1280|I love the grass in the fields, 1280|I love the snow, white snow in the fields, 1280|I like the ground where the grass and thistles grow. 1280|I like to feel the heat from the sun, 1280|I like to see the snow, white snow in the fields, 1280|I like to have the fields when the grass is green and the wheat is 1280|blowing." 1280|I sat beside the table and I felt the cold touch of the last 1280|touch of love. 1280|I had come up from far ways to find you and to keep you 1280|safe. 1280|I had come to you now from a far land, 1280|I had come to keep you firm, 1280|I had come from a secret place to find you; 1280|Why do I stop you? Well, my dear, 1280|For there is much at stake. 1280|The truth is I knew something was wanting you, 1280|That could not be told you, 1280|And so, on the very verge of dying 1280|I knew you needed me. 1280|Now, had you only known. 1280|I had told you a secret-- 1280|It is a fact that stands to-day. 1280|I am dead, sweet. See the white flowers 1280|And the white snow a-lying 1280|In the wind over our meeting place. 1280|If I could see you again I would know 1280|The joy of knowing you, 1280|No matter what life might do to break my faith in you. 1280|I will keep you safe at last. 1280|I WILL see the white flowers 1280|The white snow a-lying 1280|Like a shining shroud 1280|Around my little life-- 1280|And the white flowers 1280|When I die, sweet. 1280|"I WILL see the white flowers 1280|And the white snow a-lying 1280|Like a radiant shroud 1280|About your little life 1280|"YOU WILL see when I am gone 1280|When the day is dark and the night 1280|Is over, 1280|I will come in the cold and the darkness 1280|When you wake. 1280|I will sit beside you bed, and with a voice of sorrow I'll say: 1280|You do not love me." 1280|My dear, what a tale lies under this blanket of the stars. Is it 1280|a joke, a simple fable, the work of some sick mind? 1280|But I am really sorry you have come here. When you come back to 1280|But you do not love me? 1280|And you will never give me a kiss? 1280|Ah, no, darling, you do believe in everything! 1280|And you never will leave me and leave me alone? 1280|"The best thing you can say about me is that I love you." 1280|I, not to prove you a feint, but to make you aware the night is near, 1280|And the shadows will carry the day. 1280|I want to be loved and understood. 1280|I want to have what you want, and love you. 1280|There is a woman who has tried to put me in an honest bed; 1280|and when I looked she caught me staring. I tried to cover up my feelings 1280|And then she came back, and she came back often in the evenings 1280|and it seemed to her that I was always afraid to tell her what I 1280|Had always wondered about; and she was a terrible liar. She 1280|told me we were married. It was really embarrassing! 1280|She had known all the love ======================================== SAMPLE 40780 ======================================== 1304|Nor in thy presence live a year. 1304|'If thou a mortal be, 1304|To make a new life sure, 1304|Thou shalt no more in thyselfe use death 1304|But let thy love alone. 1304|Thou art but an unhappy boy, 1304|That long hast been a god, 1304|That hast no more delight, 1304|But now can die no more. 1304|My death has been so long delayed, 1304|That I was but barely now 1304|Breath'd out to burst my heart.-- 1304|I, that so soon did begin 1304|To be an idolater, 1304|My life, that is so short begun, 1304|With short deceits hath ended: 1304|My end shall ere I can speak 1304|Of heaven and its divinity. 1304|Drawn in the port of life, so long 1304|Under the wave, I had much fear'd 1304|My death was near, 1304|And had no rest, so long delay'd. 1304|But when my vessel first arrived 1304|At that fair shore 1304|Where God established his empire, 1304|I gain'd my liberty; 1304|With my life-book, in which I wrote 1304|All that I did, all that I plan'd, 1304|All that I hoped to accomplish, 1304|Thrown here on land: 1304|What joy, what hope, what thoughts of heaven! 1304|I see the light! 1304|See a new world, and feel that I am free. 1304|Come, with your life's design, with your hopes and fears, 1304|Fate, and mortality, and ambition: 1304|Peace, with your body's limbs, with your mind, with your tears, 1304|Dedication only. 1304|Doubt, despair, with that which steals ye near ye: 1304|Live, love, and hope, with the fervent ardour 1304|Of your earnest breath; 1304|And with this last O farewell! to thee 1304|I am content. 1304|WITH an earnest aim 1304|In the world I may begin, 1304|So that in the world I end. 1304|Thus with a clear view 1304|Of this fair, this sacred morning 1304|Have I gain'd a happier end, 1304|And with joy have sought a haven. 1304|COME, leave all the toil 1304|That the weary toil again; 1304|All the cares that weary bring, 1304|Steal the quiet evening hours. 1304|No long-drawn toil, 1304|All useless toil, 1304|All cares that weary us; 1304|Come, all, and combine. 1304|STRIKE, brave heart, strong arm, 1304|Be equal partners in your turn; 1304|In the storm combine, 1304|And let storm combine 1304|Your forces with the woods. 1304|When the loud thunder peals, 1304|And tempest's wildest note is shrill; 1304|While a thousand floods are hush'd, 1304|Come, clash in our mildest storms. 1304|Come, strike, strike again, 1304|All strike everywhere, 1304|And strike, strike everywhere. 1304|O, thou heart, where every nerve is felt, 1304|And every sinew, in his turn! 1304|O, thou heart, where every nerve is felt, 1304|And every sinew, in his turn! 1304|Thy own dear brother! 1304|Heavenly Prince! 1304|Who is as willing and as glad to be near 1304|As any? who can talk with such eyes to see 1304|That any man may come among Thy hosts 1304|And stand before Thee in the beauty of Thy birth, 1304|And at Thy right hand bear up the heavenly pomp? 1304|Wherever He dwells, Thy earth is in the mire, 1304|Thy foot hath trampled, Thy hands have trampled on the seed. 1304|Still here He dwells, and here Thy heart is true, 1304|Thy feet, and God's hands are on Thy way. 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 40790 ======================================== 2130|And, in the face of all the world, a good man dies. 2130|Yet not without a noble purpose so large, 2130|A will large-hearted, undiverted to all,-- 2130|For he was willing to suffer, as one must be; 2130|And he felt that suffering was a duty then. 2130|He must have been an excellent man beyond compare, 2130|A fine example to the men that want him here; 2130|The poor are welcome to his house, and richer he goes 2130|By day by day, than he that owns the largest shares; 2130|In fact, it seems that the poor have made him richer yet. 2130|Not long ago, in the streets of the fair village square, 2130|The good man lay, and from the house-walls of the plains 2130|The poor came by, to gaze upon his silent tomb; 2130|The poor that would not kneel down to earth and drink of his cup, 2130|And prayed with quiet head, in hushed voice, for his return; 2130|But all the while, they knew the man was there in the night, 2130|They were thankful, and they knew he was watching them yet. 2130|The land of the plains, and the land of the South-wind, 2130|Is glad to see him, and gives him the gladest welcome; 2130|And many a time, when through the village at its best 2130|They heard the call of the good man from the village street-- 2130|"Here is a place where the poor can live in quiet safety; 2130|Come, take your ease, and be at your ease with the poor!" 2130|The rich, with a cheerful smile on their deep brown eyes, 2130|Would answer: "We too are the poor, we the wretched! 2130|We too will take the time we spend in this manner, 2130|And turn it to something of use--of the times be sure!" 2130|But, to the poor man, as to other men befall, 2130|There was no time to smile, and there was no use it were: 2130|'Tis not for smiles that we laugh in the world of pleasure, 2130|'Tis not for use that man must need the good of the world. 2130|His work, the good of his day, was all being done; 2130|No idle half-reward of praise for all he got. 2130|No more than aught that makes joyous and glad the heart 2130|Was his:--not even the glad half-reward of a kiss. 2130|"How sweet," they said, "he stood at his basket's head, 2130|When the moon was shining in his hand of steel!" 2130|"How beautiful he looked in his suit of tan!" 2130|(Yet in the world how much beauty the poor love!) 2130|"And he had been to the mill!" (Ah, for the boy's!!) 2130|"And he'd ridden to the river to dine at dame Frances." 2130|(Ah, for the dame's and the gallant's future too!) . . . 2130|Ah, for the boy's! 2130|And the dame's were not long on the quiet to stay. 2130|So young, so beautiful were she and her eyes, 2130|That she was with him when they came along the way. 2130|Then the world was made a better world for their kisses! 2130|With the dame and the boy both of them in sight, 2130|And they kissed, and they laughed, and they drank, and they danced, 2130|And that was the end of it all, at last, to-night."] 2130|So far as my author is concerned,-- 2130|I have no time to pretend, 2130|That any man for life has more 2130|At risk than that of the muse: 2130|At one per cent., at one per cent. 2130|(This is the reason we have poets!), 2130|I do not take for certain. 2130|But let them sing as they will, 2130|The world as it ought must see, 2130|If any one make a snare 2130|In my poor name, 2130|It ends as it began: 2130|It is a theme for _him ======================================== SAMPLE 40800 ======================================== 1008|of thy country, the race of thy forefathers drave their horses from the 1008|mountains, which with their hoof-cloven race they call Ganges, 1008|and he that calleth me, he that seeth me, he that calleth on 1008|father, mother, and brothers, is of my kindred, my natal spot." 1008|v. 96. Aventine.] This city of Genoa, once renowned as a 1008|babylonist, has been lately the residence of the Pope, 1008|but of other pretenders seems to have been neglected. 1008|v. 125. Of the three.] Aventine, which, for several years, 1008|was beloved of the Po, and was afterwards attended by the 1008|Vaticani. He was famous also for his fotes, which he first 1008|used against the Bresnians, and afterwards against those of Milan, 1008|v. 127. The other.] The second Basket, or the Second of 1008|Bessibanum. 1008|v. 15. The day.] Aventicum, which had been erected to honour 1008|Augustus, and which was known by the name of Augusti. It is 1008|v. 34. That.] This is the year in which, under the influence of 1008|v. 42. That other count.] Ayer, of whom Montfalconio writes, 1008|v. 44. A trumpet.] Montfalconio. The name of this man is 1008|v. 55. Three wretches.] Count Orso, of Orso, a castle in 1008|Este, who, on the account of his great prowess, was burnt by the 1008|v. 62. The one thou sought'st.] "Thou might'st have beheld," says 1008|v. 64. The other two.] Count Orso and Count Orsino. 1008|v. 66. The gate.] In the Latian language, signora. 1008|v. 100. Who.] "Count Orso, and Count Orso Zaccio, for their 1008|v. 109. Count Orso had a wife.] Lotta, daughter to Count 1008|Aless, afterwards married to Count Castiglione. See Alighieri, 1008|A viii. 1008|v. 112. The northern wind.] The winds in winter, by the 1008|v. 114. The southern wind.] The south wind. 1008|v. 12. The south.] The sea, opposite to the sun. 1008|v. 12. The west.] The sky opposite to the moon. 1008|v. 40. The day.] The day is here styled the 'days,' and 1008|is divided into twelve equal divisions. 1008|v. 41. What then should we give for our faithful faithful service.] 1008|Tenth day of St John, &c. 1008|On the twelfth day, &c. 1008|Ventoso, e della riva, e rinzi un campo, &c. 1008|v. 62. When.] Compare Lucan, Phars. l. viii. 21, a poetical 1008|instance of the confusion which the Romans of the age of 1008|Lucretius saw arising between that and that of Virgil, who, 1008|although himself rather late of opinion, says in his Sat. 1008|Memorabilia, l. ii. that the first Calvaries were only a 1008|frame for looking at what Virgil calls "the stars." 1008|v. 66. The night that had fall'n.] The sun, rising from his 1008|supine, appears with a dark shadow on the horizon. See Hell, Canto 1008|v. 77. In that region.] It seems impossible that our 1008|Siren, in consequence of her speaking Hebrew, should be 1008|involuntary led to affirm that the God of the Hebrews 1008|was the same as our neighbour God. 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 40810 ======================================== 1381|As, when the day to the sun, and in their old year, 1381|That day to the sun, by the sky's warm flood 1381|Sailing forth and up, 1381|They cast the leaves from the thicket's bower, 1381|And turn the wind-harps wild and soft to mirth, 1381|As they fling 1381|The leaves from the thicket's bower, 1381|They find and the birds that no more in the world 1381|Make an odour, 1381|And the woods are again as the woods were: 1381|They find and the birds that no more in the world 1381|Make an odour, 1381|The woods are again, the woods are again, 1381|The woods are again. 1381|All was as once, and the world as it was, 1381|And the world was the world, 1381|As it was in the old time, as it shall be 1381|When earth is made a temple to God, 1381|As it was in the old time, while the ages run. 1381|It is not for us to speak of what we have; 1381|But let us go, to the world as it shines, 1381|And the world's heart throbs, and our eyes are full 1381|Of the magic of the world, 1381|The memory of the world. 1381|It is one in the common hours of the year 1381|When the green is in wood and the larch is in floor, 1381|And the wind-harp sings loud, and the honey-pipe shrills: 1381|O the sweetest of songs! and how heaves the warm blood through 1381|The muscles of the morning! how the birds start high 1381|Away to the hills where the pines frown alone, 1381|And the blue is the sky of the woods! 1381|It is not for us to say whether he sings at dawn, 1381|For the birds have spread their feathers all that long day 1381|And in wakefulness and long song the wild rose burns, 1381|For the birds fly overhead to the hills where the pine-trees lean, 1381|There they harken, the black and yellow-throated at the doors, 1381|To the sound of the wood-pigeon tolled in the hazel-wood, 1381|And to scent of the moss-hid brook; 1381|But we know from the time it is morning when birds call, 1381|That it is the song of the wood-pigeon which is the day: 1381|'Tis the song of the wood-pigeon, and the wood-pigeon calls. 1381|And the woods are a-groan from over the hills of the woods, 1381|It is a note from the forest of wood-pigeon-birds! 1381|'Tis the moan of the woods, and the woods are a-moan 1381|The moan of the woods, and the woods are a-running to hills, 1381|While the trees are a-groaning all; 1381|And the birds fly up from a-toiling on the hills to heights, 1381|And the sun is a-break of song on the trees above, 1381|O, for the moan of the woods! 1381|It is the moan of the woods! 1381|I heard the forest sigh, 1381|And by a sound of sadness, 1381|To life I said: The birds are a-mingling, 1381|With song they cry, and joy-note, 1381|As the world around them is a-dancing, 1381|And there's a light in the air 1381|That hangs and darkles o'er the hills: 1381|And, oh, the moan of the forest, 1381|'Tis of his bird that sings! 1381|I saw a youth in a mountain of the wood, 1381|Who saw the sun's last glory, then 1381|And called to his fellows the earthward crowd, 1381|And all the air came joyous to the earth 1381|And they cried: I follow! I follow! 1381|And in their company I found him, 1381|And wept for a year, and a year he went 1381|Till he came unto ======================================== SAMPLE 40820 ======================================== 5186|To the river of Tuoni's water, 5186|To the St. Crocean, the tempest-driven, 5186|From the mighty Black-butt to the river, 5186|To the blinding dust-cloud in St. Croce. 5186|With his stick and shaft he climbs the mountains, 5186|Uplifts his shoulders on the snow-fields, 5186|Lifts his shoulders on the thorny top-lands, 5186|To the snow-clad rocks of Tuonela, 5186|To the home of death and ruin, Mana. 5186|Swamps in his path are deep and yawning, 5186|Hidden fens are loaded with fruit-trees, 5186|Many verdure roots has Tuoni 5186|Hung in interstices awry, 5186|Hung with ferns, and mosses, and berries; 5186|Bits of iron in the fens are lying, 5186|Fences have rotted in the marshes; 5186|On the rocks are bits of iron resting, 5186|Spit oozes from the teeth of Mana; 5186|In the springs the streams are flowing, 5186|In the pools the cataracts are rising, 5186|In the brooks are water-brooks flowing; 5186|All the hills and valleys rejoicing, 5186|Rise again to view their pomp and power. 5186|"Ilmatar! what hast thou, great village, 5186|What hast thou, thou most ancient homestead, 5186|With thy golden gates and glistening spires, 5186|With thy roofs adorned with numerous pines, 5186|With thy lakes and rivers ceaseless rippling, 5186|With thy tree-tops crowned with flowing reeds, 5186|With thy mines and fords, O most numerous? 5186|In what land is such a pomp superior, 5186|In what country caught such honors? 5186|Thou hast found a home for all these heroes, 5186|Housing each of them as his lot wills, 5186|Landing as well the arms of Manala: 5186|Hither come, ye sons of Lapland, 5186|Forge me sturdy poles and branches mighty, 5186|Pole with steel bars the swar township-roof, 5186|Rib with birchen cover the upper room, 5186|Build with stone the cavern spacious, 5186|Shut them well in one deep warproom, 5186|In the other tightly shut with chaff, 5186|That the hero, Ilmarinen, 5186|Heir to earth, yet untouch'd in metal, 5186|Might within his metal palace 5186|Held his seat, and rest at pleasure, 5186|While the lightning-footed suitor, 5186|Ilmarinen's host of Wainola, 5186|Comes to meet him at the cross-roads. 5186|In the yard is Ilmarinen's cot-stalks, 5186|And the hero spits tobacco there, 5186|Makes his smithy home within his hut-skeins, 5186|There to work a season in the woods, 5186|Works with lath-and-planks the hero's benches, 5186|There to ply his hammer so prized; 5186|Only he does not work as he wishes, 5186|Makes not nails in fits and riddances, 5186|Tills not holes in spindles as he please. 5186|Many heroes, filled with ardor, 5186|Answer to the summons of the bride, 5186|Answer to the long-expected day. 5186|Wearily the heroes wait a month, 5186|Waiting for the snow-flakes in the air, 5186|For the air to melt in waterfalls 5186|In the Murikki, the cradle of Northland. 5186|On the day the virgin maiden, 5186|In her wedding garment, first greets the suitor, 5186|Long their wooing in the forest ends, 5186|Wedding songs the maiden utters, 5186|Chants her joys at every suitor's coming. 5186|Then the bridegroom speaks and startsles her, 5186|Lifts his voice of gold from Bergen's harbor, 5186|Makes a speech ======================================== SAMPLE 40830 ======================================== 1287|Is not a god's gift, it is my own. 1287|Now, by this token, I hope, 1287|To have the secret of this gift, 1287|Which God in mercy kindly sheds; 1287|To myself, I swear, 1287|This same gift which God, when willing, sheds. 1287|How, in this house, are stones and wood 1287|Painted in equal lines! 1287|Here too, the same, the very same 1287|Each one, in every way! 1287|Thus, how in every one of all 1287|Are painted many a face! 1287|This house, this house, all in its being 1287|Is, in one measure, well and truly 1287|Painted by me, the same as here. 1287|How, as many children can't be 1287|As many mothers be, 1287|This house, too, 'fore its father's mine, 1287|Is, in one measure, well and truly 1287|Painted by me, the same as here. 1287|How, as many children cannot be, 1287|As many fathers can't be, 1287|This house is also mine as well, 1287|Although its Father cannot be; 1287|And, as well, my home at home 1287|Is, 'neath roof, to all the world declared, 1287|The same as here, the very same, 1287|Though not, per se, a God's child too, 1287|Though ne'er as mother's, the less, 1287|But rather a sister's, a dearer one,-- 1287|A daughter's, a daughter's child. 1287|For the same reason, 1287|No child is a different 1287|From the other; 1287|'Tis the same, from hence to thee, 1287|As it can from man be said, 1287|In its very self, thus, in its own being! 1287|Then, 1287|In its very self, thus, in its own being! 1287|Now I'll make thee a feast 1287|For many men and women, 1287|In full abundance, 1287|With the gold all over, 1287|And the silver, 1287|For the mirth, with the laughter, 1287|That the heart can fill, 1287|If it be satisfied. 1287|And I will let thee wear 1287|All the gold with which thou 1287|For this day may'st revel, 1287|As is right, if not, 1287|Let the feast go waste. 1287|Give me thy horse,--when thou wilt ride it, 1287|Ladies, in their chariots, which we need not now, 1287|For the fair one, whom thou wilt love, in return, 1287|Will give us, the while, her white hand-knitter! 1287|I would give that white knitter 1287|Now, if it weren't for the pain it brings me, 1287|And, perchance, a promise's ill effect, 1287|Which in truth, it is not now for me! 1287|The fair one is by the bank, 1287|I am on the plain, 1287|The man who the wester's head 1287|Rides down the hill. 1287|And, with her white hand-knitter, 1287|Touches, it appears, his steed, 1287|And his white soul is blest! 1287|But all my wishes are gone,-- 1287|To find her more at home! 1287|Then come,--let us, my maidens! 1287|Thou shalt go with me! 1287|When the wind o'er the lake is sighing, 1287|When, through the mist, the snow is falling, 1287|Wake thou, maid, from thy dreaming, 1287|From thy dreaming rise. 1287|Wake thou,--come forth from thy dreaming, 1287|From thy dreaming rise. 1287|Now I hear the clatter of the sleighs; 1287|Through the branches twain the leaves are scattering, 1287|While the sun seems shining brightly now. 1287|What a sight! and what a joy is it! 1287|How ======================================== SAMPLE 40840 ======================================== 615|By the two knights and his good companions, were 615|Saw and heard without the net that he had raised. 615|For of all who at this time in this part 615|From India, the land of Liris and Sone, 615|Be in fair skin a shade, or who appear 615|In face, like that which some ill sprite disguises; 615|None is so famed for subtle wit, or sense, 615|But to the court of love would be a light, 615|And to the court of love would be a boon. 615|The good Orlando's heart, as 'twould appear, 615|With love was strongly touched; his hand he lay, 615|Saying that he from him and his good train, 615|His lover, was no farther in delay 615|To claim him captive, if the matter need. 615|In the same hour, Orlando comes in view, 615|A lad in arms who bore the cavalier 615|The herald's badge and royal mail, and said, 615|"Who art thou, and how have I thee served?" 615|To him a messenger with timely lore 615|Appears, to make Orlando's rescue plain, 615|And (if his fortune favour his intent, 615|To speak my folly) 'Tis my brother Hilde. 615|This messenger the dame, in answer said -- 615|"Let not my tale astonish thee; for know 615|That, with the day of battle, I am there, 615|To comfort thee where'er thou be. Sir knight, 615|Thy brother Hildebrand is prisoner there." 615|Sore troubled Orlando, while that he 615|Had read the messenger, and him instructed 615|His mind by what the messenger disclosed, 615|Said -- "I would well my fortune had corrected 615|To make me to my brother Hildeback seem 615|The honest youth in whom alone I fell." 615|Hildebrand was a gentle cavalier: 615|That youth, so famed for skill and courteous lore, 615|To him was as a sire, a mother dear, 615|And on the night of his fair mistress fixed 615|A certain day, or at least, was sure 615|That he would be to her the dearest friend; 615|But for a child his hope was lost without. 615|As to be loved is common care, he said: 615|How he might love another had no mind; 615|But was contented with him best, and kept 615|The monarch company, for him his heart 615|In love had courted, and his eyes were lit 615|At him from early youth; for he desired 615|To make himself esteemed a mighty lord; 615|And well was fitted, for his very seed 615|Was rich in graces, not a barren stem. 615|Love him the maid, and love his father more, 615|His brother's spouse; that other loved the churl. 615|This while a courier, with his faithful guide, 615|Upon a horse, the noble cavalier 615|To bring away to Saragoss and Aislyn, 615|Which were the seat and abode of that marquess. 615|Brought to the cavalier was Hector's heir, 615|In the full house of France, in that fair land; 615|The youth was his, of noble birth and worth: 615|(Famed and beautiful was he at his birth; 615|And now a virgin was to wait his woo) 615|He was not by a day or place before 615|At that fair town, in France, the very hour 615|Where he the marquis from his state should know; 615|Who, if for his ill-fated youth he stood, 615|And had the charge and charge of castles three, 615|Had given the charge, and he would lose his own. 615|The maid, in her displeasure -- "Is this the way 615|Whereon thy brother is, the lord of Spain? 615|Whereon him thinkest he shall no longer reign, 615|If he be true and good?" -- makes him answer, 615|"That so the king and royal house shall bear, 615|I do not think my noble father lives," 615|So answer'd, Hector to his brother say; 615|"Though he should tell no lies, his truth attest." 615|Then Hector to that dame, "Fair maid! what more 615|Suffice to say, but I ======================================== SAMPLE 40850 ======================================== 37452|To which I'm certain he could not speak! 37452|All in the midst of the crowd 37452|Of his uncles and aunts-- 37452|All in the midst of the crowd 37452|Of his uncles and aunts, 37452|That's the way in which I loved him! 37452|'Tis the way in which I lov'd him! 37452|For he never was able to tell 37452|When he was wronged, whence he was wronged, 37452|Or to look kindly on the fault 37452|Which lay everywhere, and on both 37452|The blame and the reward was the same-- 37452|The blame in life, and the reward 37452|In life's reward in heaven! 37452|That was the way in which we 37452|In the heart of the world went. 37452|We loved him in our childhood; 37452|We adored him, and we strove 37452|To serve him and to serve him-- 37452|We called him Master! 37452|And when on a time he left us 37452|With our hearts in our hands, 37452|And where he was and with whom he was 37452|Was unknown, and where he was not, 37452|We mourned. 37452|Sorrow befell us, 37452|Death bewailing!-- 37452|We were not wise-- 37452|(All the time he was above us!) 37452|Heaven was more than we were: 37452|Our hearts were strong. 37452|And then he left us 37452|And at length, when he was dead, 37452|The world went dark. 37452|And we are men! 37452|And our sons and our grandsons, 37452|And our grandsons' sons shall be men 37452|As our father was, 37452|And when they are dead 37452|And in their lives' dim places 37452|Is still left behind, 37452|They may look on this. 37452|But what amiss is there there? 37452|And what have we to do with the sun? 37452|There be none but the sons of men 37452|And the fathers of time. 37452|O Thou! whose foot 37452|Hath trodden earth, 37452|Whose mouth has blown the wine of heaven, 37452|Who hast touched the stars and sun, 37452|Who hast smitten the weak moon, 37452|And hast torn the stars and star 37452|In silence by, 37452|O Thou! whose side 37452|To me, and by me, 37452|Yea and and to all, 37452|O Thou! whose hand 37452|Hath borne the cup, 37452|Whose mouth hath put the bread to mouth, 37452|Who hast broken the bread of life 37452|In the heart of the world, 37452|Let me walk as Thou didst walk, 37452|Be Thou the wine that I drink. 37452|"And the woman in the West, as I went, 37452|With the woman out in the East was she, 37452|And the woman was fair to see of voice, 37452|And the woman was fair to touch of hand. 37452|She did eat, and drink, and sleep, and smile, 37452|And her beauty was good unto both." 37452|"O my mother! my mother!" 37452|I have said and I have sung! 37452|And the poet sits with his musics round his knees, 37452|And he's all that I see or know, 37452|As if his head were bound with silken curtains, 37452|And his eyes with a hundred porticoes 37452|Of golden misty light. 37452|His eyes! his eyes! his eyes! 37452|His bosom is all a flame of silver, 37452|Like glass of gold, 37452|And his face is all a star--a star with its glimmering, 37452|Of all a star, to whom earth will see not, 37452|But who hath gazed upon the heavens and heard angels singing 37452|His hair is like a golden-veined crown, 37452|His nose like a rose-cup, 37452|And his lips are set to tremble tremulously,-- 37452| ======================================== SAMPLE 40860 ======================================== 5185|From the waves I banished evil, 5185|Thus banished all the evils 5185|Of the Wabash, Manito, 5185|Induced by no evil, 5185|Tainted by no witchcraft. 5185|Thou, O bird, my friend cherished, 5185|In thy nest within the cave-wood, 5185|Where thou fedest freely, singing, 5185|Fed upon the bitter-wort flower, 5185|From the bitterness-leaf of cornel, 5185|From the summit of the cedar, 5185|From the tops of pine-tree, 5185|Bringing in thy mouth this measure: 5185|"Goodly antidotes for evil!" 5185|"Treat me as thy friend in times of trouble, 5185|For my mouth thy medicine be, 5185|Treat me as thy friend in times of trouble, 5185|Take me in thy foldservancy!" 5185|"No, thy mouth thy medicine be, 5185|Here no antidotes I have, 5185|I have thousand, thousand cures for evil, 5185|Cures more cruel than thy mouth, 5185|Cures death for time-serving heroes, 5185|That the weak may learn their antidotes, 5185|That the wise refrain from evil, 5185|Teach the mighty witch their science!" 5185|Thus the bird his friend invited, 5185|To his cabin drove upon the bill, 5185|On the homeward journey he hastened, 5185|Drove a full-grown goose between him, 5185|On the lawn above his cabin. 5185|Louhi! maiden, wait, and sing 5185|Song for good old Winter's journey; 5185|Sing to Song that the old man fare thee, 5185|I will give thee ewe-skin for thee, 5185|Pine-bark from out my wigwam, 5185|Comfort-laden to the North-land, 5185|To the regions of thy father, 5185|To the homes of thy uncaring, 5185|Hop to thee, dear sister, hop to thee, 5185|To thy brother, too, and sister, 5185|To thy brother, distant brother, 5185|To thy sister, fair Amata, 5185|To thy brother, distant sister." 5185|Sang the bird Amata to sing, 5185|Sang one day, and then a second, 5185|Sang the third from morn till noonday; 5185|Broke the echoing woods among, 5185|Broke the forest-birches gray; 5185|Every note of her singing 5185|Leaped to land like chirrup-sparrow, 5185|To her brother, bustling, flying, 5185|Drove the steed from morn till even, 5185|From her brother, bustling, flying 5185|To the cabins in the hamlet 5185|Where her hungry sister lies, 5185|Where her sister, Pohya's daughter, 5185|Far away on the inland pastures. 5185|When the old woman saw this, 5185|Asked her woe-begotten wether 5185|Where the beauteous chick had wandered, 5185|Asked her whence she had brought her 5185|To this distant homestead-sites? 5185|Spake the sister to the mother: 5185|"This the place where my darling fled 5185|From her distant play-mates, mischief. 5185|Cupid took the sister's ducation, 5185|And the beauteous chick his plumage; 5185|Cupid took the presence 5185|Of the eldest daughter, Joy-a, 5185|Plucked this chick with a golden ring, 5185|Purchased it from his price at fire-pole, 5185|Speaks these words of wizard import: 5185|"Woe to me, unhappy woman, 5185|Woe if my dearest precious chick 5185|Comes to me unperceived, joy-a! 5185|From the playmates, dark and gloomy, 5185|From my father's homes across the meadow, 5185|From my mother's silent dwellings, 5185|From my lodgings in the cottage, 5185|Not by kisses the fairest, joy-a!" ======================================== SAMPLE 40870 ======================================== A little boy sat in a corner, 34237|Watching a great white cloud go sailing by, 34237|Going slowly by, while his mother bent low over him. 34237|Deep into the cloud went the great white wave; 34237|It was a wondrous little cloud of snow-- 34237|A cloud of snow, of wondrous melting snow-- 34237|Bound to the feet of a little blue-eyed child! 34237|Down by the bank came a house, its door wide flung; 34237|And up the bank came the man who sat in the corner; 34237|"Who's this?" said the house. 34237|The little boy asked. 34237|"Oh, I'm a little boy," the house said cheerily. 34237|The little boy smiled, and went up into the house. 34237|He laid his hand upon the strong old arm-chair back, 34237|He leaned there as he smiled, and he dreamed a little dream. 34237|He said: "Daddy, where is my snowball? Where does it hang?" 34237|And the old woman laughed; and she drew him into the room, 34237|Down by the bank, and the old man went to the well, 34237|And the little boy said, "Go to bed, my dear, and fill it full." 34237|Down by the bank came a boat, with a boat-swung mast, 34237|And the little boy laughed, and the boat went over the brine. 34237|She sang as she took him by the little hands that kissed, 34237|Singing as she sang, in a singsong of joy, 34237|Singing the songs he loved the last time he saw her, 34237|When he dreamt of the snow-wreaths on the mountain tops, 34237|When he dreamt of the birches white with morning dew, 34237|And the brook that gushed at his feet like rivulets' loads, 34237|He said to his mother: "Mamma, I will make them moons. 34237|"I will make them stars; I will make them rivers flowing"-- 34237|He started up from his little bed of snow, 34237|And he said to the old woman: "My little sister, Maud." 34237|And he climbed down through the old river's foamy flood, 34237|Where the big trees lean with the leaves so green; 34237|He climbed through the branches so high, so dark, 34237|And he climbed down by the bank of the river-haunted pond. 34237|He heard the big birds twittering in the sun, 34237|And the merry trilling of their songs to him; 34237|And he saw the water-lilies white and high, 34237|And the lilies low in the dark green pond. 34237|A little boy went forth to play, 34237|To the garden trees went he glad; 34237|And the sunlight fall on the bare branch 34237|That in the hedge's shadow lies, 34237|And the leaves in the shade of the tree 34237|Are turning to pea-green: 34237|A little boy went forth to play, 34237|And he smiled from heart sincere. 34237|Then he cast his eyes to the sky, 34237|Outspake his play-time's song, 34237|Saying: "I must go and play 34237|As my father would have me. 34237|Let me see you play, my son, 34237|As my father would have me: 34237|The trees and the brooks that run 34237|To dance by me in the hedge, 34237|They'll smile and dance, my son, 34237|And love and listen to me. 34237|"No, no, no; you cannot call 34237|So sweet a bird to me; 34237|That you with your sweet little voice, 34237|Should sing to me, my son; 34237|But, when you can sing as he, 34237|Come here, to this hedge's side, 34237|And I'll sing to you as well. 34237|"You must ride on fours wherever you go, 34237|And one pair of skates make good speed; 34237|You must not wear a straw hat, and not wear 34237|Any hats that are covered with snow." 34237|Little Maud ======================================== SAMPLE 40880 ======================================== 19385|The bonnie heather flowers in spring 19385|Will charm ye, but they cannot bless 19385|The mother whom ye loved and lost. 19385|Ye will a longer stay beguile, 19385|For we will meet to part no more-- 19385|Not now, nor ever, dearest boy-- 19385|We'll meet no more! 19385|Now, let the morning's first morn be 19385|The joy of all our happy lot; 19385|And though our hearts, though hearts must break, 19385|Lie in a morrice still we'll bear it-- 19385|For we'll meet no more! 19385|Sweet is the memory of old days, 19385|But more divine the present hour; 19385|'Mid the wild rose's bloom, by spring-tides braw, 19385|We'll meet no more. 19385|'Twas on the banks of Tweed, 19385|'Twas in the earliest beam 19385|That the first flower was born; 19385|The first bird upon the wing 19385|Was the blue heron; 19385|And the first song of all, 19385|Was the pheasant's caw! 19385|With his cowering hearkenen 19385|And wail of loud protest, 19385|The yellow-breasted bird 19385|Did suddenly shiver, 19385|"Pray, by holy rood, 19385|Have a look-see and see, 19385|I'll never sow my flocks 19385|When my fads are gone." 19385|But his fads were all fled, 19385|While he still did sing 19385|A bird on Tweedside 19385|Could tell an acre o' land 19385|He ne'er had thought to sow; 19385|He said, "I may sow again 19385|If my flocks are small. 19385|"But oh, the cuckoo's sad strain, 19385|Which I do still protest-- 19385|I will sow no more; 19385|Though the cuckoo's cawing still, 19385|I shall never sow, love; 19385|I'll sow no more." 19385|"If I were but a bream, 19385|I'd swim the Tweedling, love; 19385|But my flocks are small, 19385|They will never know 19385|From the seaward to the seaward, 19385|I'll never sow my flocks, love." 19385|The cuckoo's song was hushed, 19385|And the tide had gathered fast, 19385|While the child was resting 19385|On the sands alone. 19385|In the wild sea's sea-cave, 19385|At the window of the cave, 19385|The child was sleeping, 19385|And the pheasant was pecking, 19385|And the turtle and the turtle 19385|On the grass were cooing. 19385|But the eagle flew above, 19385|And the crow the owl was, 19385|And the sea-mew with talons 19385|Kneeled at the crib of the child; 19385|For they thought he would not sow, love. 19385|But she waked on her own bed, 19385|And her soul was free, 19385|And her heart still thinks on him 19385|By the green-wall'd portico, 19385|Where she thinks on him, loved, 19385|She thinks on him--she thinks on him; 19385|"For I've heard," she said, 19385|"For I've heard that his flocks are small, love." 19385|With his white and his yellow hair, 19385|With his white and yellow beard 19385|And his blue eyes a-starting, 19385|The pensive father of the child 19385|Had heard the sad and the prayerful prayer, 19385|Though the little one in prayer she made. 19385|Her blue eyes, so full of love, 19385|With their deep and languishing look, 19385|She saw not, she wept--yet seemed there-- 19385|For it seemed to touch her heart. 19385|But with a smile she spoke to him-- 19385|"How did you know I should love ======================================== SAMPLE 40890 ======================================== 1005|So much enamour'd of the female sex? 1005|Nought else do I observe, save that I love 1005|The good, and you the bad, and all the rest 1005|Mix'd in my conception; from the which stream, 1005|Another mover still, whatever form 1005|It take, is in my thought design'd to befall 1005|You and yourself. Therefore, to your pleasure 1005|I leave it. But tell me, why these women 1005|So judiciously surfeit, and why so 1005|Softly they stoop so low?"--"Because they find, 1005|As Dido found, where sea-girt cities lay 1005|Within a bay, a path for'o'er the sea, 1005|'Mid divers vertebrate creatures trod, 1005|Allining together, that way so 'tis done. 1005|There angels, armed with tables, placed 1005|Against the sea, and of so great weight 1005|Themselves, with weightier responsibility 1005|Confin'd: at which sense Dido saw the rush 1005|Of unwaspering water; whence in turn 1005|She cry'd out a relief, revering now 1005|The holy place, and now the angelic song. 1005|I know not if 't was from covetousness 1005|Or sleep's, but from apprehension dead 1005|Me. To all in utero born, eternity 1005|Is with these lording ith' tomb alone larded. 1005|Thus 'mongst the mighty, good, and good at last 1005|Seastrings make a household, and the stock 1005|This day produces a prince: o'er the waves 1005|And Acheronridges of sweet life, his 1005|Possessions extended far and wide, 1005|As is his onward coming. As are heard 1005|Upon the shore of ocean now 1005|Spirits, that haunt the grots, their former state 1005|Recalling, where their course ended, ere 1005|It met the wain, their incense refining 1005|In Charmene down into the well-water; 1005|So, to the watering-places of the saints, 1005|These chang'd, and those on earth, in shiftiness 1005|Labouring. When they arrived, and on this side 1005|The low wall'd cloister of the low arch, 1005|And on the middle apertures, where were surcharged 1005|Large portion for sacrifice, they the sutures 1005|Open'd; and trampled on, with mutual ruin, 1005|The members of the church below and bridge. 1005|Then from the mouth of each ward came dripping down 1005|A flood of fire; and in the very places 1005|Erewhile defacing, they each took a stone. 1005|Nor nature nor the pious, with their bless'd 1005|Saul, could so well have restrain'd it; for such 1005|Fast locked are they in amaze, and tremble 1005|Meek-lidd'd Olympus might be frighten'd, 1005|Street'd in among the guests. But Saul, o'erwhelm'd 1005|And pile'd with the guilty people, ever 1005|Sob'd with the pain; and God, who saw his people 1005|Flock round him, saw their ill-starred course, and frown'd 1005|Demonick impulse scourging their souls. 1005|Fired at the sight, with eyeballs all afire, 1005|All but the Son, with whom he had not bourn'd 1005|Till now, towards him turned his face; and nigh 1005|Had wander'd, if it were not, the rest also 1005|To whom my guide began: "Now, now I see, 1005|I pray thee, what they are; on our side they sit, 1005|On the against us hand'd down from our stock, 1005|Men of woe; but from our side behold! 1005|Lo, there the very upright seated is he 1005|There who should keep a watchful ward above 1005|Against thee and thine." So spake my guide; 1005|And to that clan I gave utterance ======================================== SAMPLE 40900 ======================================== 1533|I must write down this word: He loved a maid--(for all 1533|He could not quite believe it)--not more 1533|Than he must the old God of the Olympian height 1533|Who, for our pleasure, gave us all the stars. 1533|Now he who may expect any thing at all 1533|Must come and sit beside his king without sound 1533|A-thinkin', and turnin'. O King, O God, 1533|Thou art a fool to stay the stupid things away! 1533|What! can it be? I know not; now I will write 1533|What in my heart I must be sure of sure: 1533|That what I cannot understand is you. 1533|Well, let me have my way. That's all as well: 1533|If you will let me go 1533|We are all ready now to go and see 1533|You, King John. Well, let's do it. 1533|(She reads.) 1533|Hush! I am calm. There is one who wishes 1533|To be with you. Well, it is not right 1533|For me to sit here and look at my mistress. 1533|I would not look at her, if I were not 1533|A man like another man, with a heart-- 1533|Not as yours, but the heart of another man, 1533|And a mouth as sweet as any woman's mouth. 1533|I have told you so many times before 1533|That that I should be able to hold my tongue. 1533|I shall not look at her--I shall stand 1533|Here, as you will look at her, if you please. 1533|It is good to stand here. I am no King-- 1533|Nay, I am even more little than that: 1533|I am just a little Maiden of all right! 1533|And what's with her? I will look at her 1533|As well as any Maiden. What's the use 1533|Of comely-faced Diana when she stands 1533|Like a little child in the eyes of our eyes? 1533|She will have none of you when her strength is gone-- 1533|She shall not stand before you, Lady King, 1533|With such a nameless displeasure in her eyes. 1533|But I can bear it, I shall not look at her: 1533|I shall stand apart, or else be gone before 1533|All those of your noble race to whom her grace 1533|Was not reserved until too late to provide; 1533|They shall have no more pleasure in their lives 1533|Than a little child that's been playing with fire. 1533|O what shall I do now? How can I stay 1533|And look at this beautiful form 1533|In spite of all your grace? 1533|This is a terrible place. 1533|Let me go into the woods 1533|And make myself a little fire, 1533|And a little hole in the ground; 1533|And I'll not look at her again 1533|Though I should look at her with bloodshot eyes. 1533|Come with me! I will try to hide 1533|The fear that hides at the heart of you: 1533|It is impossible to look at her 1533|So again you should look at her face, 1533|You monster with the ragged hair, 1533|Pitiful face, like a beggar's 1533|Standing in a doorway in the cold. 1533|I will go out of sight of you, 1533|And I will have peace with the wind. 1533|A little wind, in the woods, 1533|Will bear me along my way 1533|In the shadow of a maple trunk; 1533|My feet will touch the soil again 1533|Beneath the feet of the Maiden whom I know. 1533|If I knew how much this is, 1533|And you, only you, should know, 1533|What should I do to make you wise, 1533|Or what make you so to fear. 1533|I have no words to tell you this: 1533|I will wait here and then go home, 1533|And when when I come again to you 1533|I will say it and keep silent. ======================================== SAMPLE 40910 ======================================== 10493|He did what he had to do. 10493|And he went down there where the poor fella’s, 10493|The great fella, 10493|Was lying dead. 10493|"Well then, what did I to you, 10493|Paddy Murray, and what did Paddy Murray do? 10493|We’d got the little dog of mine 10493|By the hair around his neck, 10493|And he’d dragged him after the other. 10493|But they all were in a fright. 10493|The little fella had to run 10493|Between the fence and the ditch, 10493|Because his mother came from above, 10493|And he was all in the dust. 10493|And I saw the poor old Paddy 10493|Stamping his good old feet; 10493|He’d been till then unhurt, 10493|And you’d have been a worse man to him. 10493|For he’d been kicked by all and each, 10493|And his shins had gotten red, 10493|And his arms had got red mud-meat 10493|For their little fella to tear. 10493|There’s not the least hope of his life, 10493|Paddy Murray, or of you, 10493|If you’ve any tears to wipe, 10493|For the little fella’s dust. 10493|We all thought I’d have to be his mother. 10493|I couldn’t tell Paddy who he was. 10493|But I knew I liked him better now, 10493|If his mother was dead. 10493|There’s my two cents, that’s all. 10493|I went to live with him, Paddy. 10493|He’d have gone to England, too, 10493|And there all his money got, 10493|And no more he could get with it. 10493|He said so himself. 10493|A man in a ditch at night. 10493|It’s all well, let us bury 10493|Paddy like a grave. 10493|I like poor black children, Paddy. 10493|It’s very cruel to beat them, 10493|One cannot always speak their language. 10493|But all their cries for help, 10493|Are heard, 10493|When they’re dug in. 10493|When the little red one wailed 10493|At us, 10493|I made a whistle and blew it. 10493|But I should think a better way 10493|I’d have blown him away— 10493|I had no right to do it. 10493|’Twas morning by the Roman brickwork. 10493|I was walking round on a sunny day. 10493|It had only been a week by the day’s light— 10493|A week—what could it matter then to me? 10493|I’d been in the ditch some twenty minutes. 10493|I came across a little boy who wept, 10493|For his brother he was lying in the mud: 10493|He’d just been killed some months before this, 10493|A fellow that his Mother had parted with, 10493|For his money—money enough had been spent. 10493|He sobbed and cried for the dear lost one. 10493|Our hearts melted; our voices changed into sob. 10493|All at once we started up on our feet 10493|To run for our lives, and we sprang up all at once 10493|And I gave my signal to push through the ground. 10493|I strode across and I pressed on behind, 10493|Because I wished to make the little lad aware 10493|Of the terrible danger that before him stood, 10493|With his mother and his Mother alone beside him. 10493|The Roman pavement was rough, but I soon got 10493|To the next corner, where I quickly found 10493|My little Red Mother with the boy on my track; 10493|She was standing by him, with an anxious face, 10493|But a mother’s eye that was filled with sympathy. 10493|No words were in her mouth, but her little hand 10493|Was gently moving on his little pillow, 10493|For ======================================== SAMPLE 40920 ======================================== 1304|Nor yet a lark for me: 1304|But a merry, singing knight, 1304|To-morrow morn he'll come! 1304|Hush thee, my dove, hush thee! 1304|Merry and clear are his notes; 1304|Ah! when shall we meet again? 1304|Merry and clear as he sings; 1304|Where is my knight? 1304|Where's my true love? 1304|Come unto Me, all ye that stand, 1304|And I will give you rest; 1304|I am weary, weary, O my friends, 1304|I know ye would rejoice, 1304|That your strife through my veins have not been, 1304|To weary me through--God be with ye! 1304|Bend now your faces unto the sun, 1304|And wash away those stains of night; 1304|Let who will wash him he shall be 1304|Savour of victory or of spoils. 1304|Hark, the trumpets sound 1304|To death and life 1304|For this West India season; 1304|'Tis not the will of God, 1304|But only that "the sea-fog doth veil 1304|The working of the stars." 1304|To-morrow we may see no light of morn, 1304|It is only summer yet; 1304|And it's "pink" in the sky, 1304|God bade us fill the sky-pond with stars. 1304|O ye! who stand amidst fog and shade, 1304|And who hear the cannon's butt, 1304|O if a man are a little older 1304|(Since we both are so young) 1304|And a little higher up than we are set, 1304|And a little sooner going up, 1304|More anxious to go down, 1304|Perceiv'd'd would I go, and see the things 1304|To which the worst of all degrees are meant, 1304|Virtue, Duty, Honor, Love, Fame, 1304|And if my poor blood would leap to see 1304|Virtue, and dares whatever be aught but, 1304|I would rather plunge into the sea of things 1304|And dare not ask the name of it. 1304|For all my years I was a stranger there, 1304|And never found my birth-place; 1304|And now--and it was not always so-- 1304|There is a mighty change happening, 1304|And all great bodies are making great faces, 1304|Not knowing who I am. 1304|I do not know Who my Maker is; 1304|God can not explain. 1304|He only knows that I do stand now 1304|In the best place in the world. 1304|And I should like to be where others stand, 1304|And looking at them hold communion 1304|With all of the great things done by men, 1304|Nor even think Of what yet to suffer makes 1304|Thee most, the most Unknown. 1304|But for me God does not take away 1304|Any power from me, or make me glad, 1304|Or give me something to desire; 1304|For all God's purposes are left complete 1304|I should be happier than they. 1304|In a sea of life before you came 1304|I could not name a single wrong, 1304|I did not care to know one thought, 1304|Or to seek any truth for truth; 1304|But now I see how false, how coarse, 1304|Your Christianity is grown. 1304|I never knew a joyous thing, 1304|So full of gladness, so divine; 1304|But now that I am glad I wish 1304|Only that you were glad with me. 1304|I am glad God made you so; 1304|Yet will I seek to change His plan 1304|With something still more cruel still, 1304|Which still would leave me gladder still. 1304|O could I find some day an art 1304|That would some time would stand alone, 1304|Some power which it could seem a guard, 1304|And would not change, as you do, His will! 1304|I could not ask the sky 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 40930 ======================================== 17393|Not so he goes in his heart, 17393|The devil must not come to play. 17393|"O Father, we must not part 17393|As man, his darling, left, 17393|Is going to be a fool, 17393|Will have to play for gold. 17393|"Go out and spread thy sail, 17393|And keep him back from shore, 17393|So that he does not make 17393|The sea-bird of a fool." 17393|And on, the boat drove on! 17393|And the sun, so sweet in heaven, 17393|Grew tired of being gay. 17393|He turned towards the east, and spoke 17393|In sorrow for his son. 17393|"O Lord, I dare not part 17393|From one so pure of heart, 17393|Nor even part from a friend," 17393|And a laugh from that dark place 17393|Ran up into heaven again. 17393|He did his work every day-- 17393|But the work that he had done 17393|Was no work under heaven's sky, 17393|For he was forgiven. 17393|So he goes at night again 17393|To find the ship unharmed 17393|And the pilot safe and laughing-- 17393|"Good-by, my Father!" at last. 17393|"I know it is a sin 17393|To go from Him alone." 17393|So he went without a wrong: 17393|'Twas only damned to rebel 17393|That he must return for more. 17393|"I will take the rest," he said, 17393|"And do my best to work out 17393|My evil will among men," 17393|And the sea was darkened with grey: 17393|And he went once more to God. 17393|O goodly life that we hold of thee, 17393|Which to the world is due! 17393|Though thou be seen through window-pane 17393|The least that open air; 17393|Though, when I lie down at night, 17393|All light around's drowned; 17393|Though I sleep soundly to awake, 17393|And no call annoys-- 17393|Still thou in thine own right hand 17393|Gav'st me to keep my eyes! 17393|Who hath stolen the golden hair 17393|Of a young girl in Portland town? 17393|Or who can say, 17393|While passing by her cottage door, 17393|That he ne'er hath seen 17393|The little maid that dwells there so still, 17393|And stands, like a beacon light, aloof, 17393|In the midst of the darkness aloof? 17393|Or has the intruder, unseen, 17393|Stepped o'er these threshold-walks and paces 17393|With those radiant tracks of light, 17393|Which, in the moon-light's silver brine, 17393|Show his fair ways from the cottage door? 17393|O light hearted soul! and true, 17393|Who art, thou angel, quite 17393|By thy low voice and lovely air, 17393|And all thy sweet and gentle ways,-- 17393|That here I feel thy presence still, 17393|And breathe thy balm alway, e'en to thy home, 17393|Though here she sleeps, the house of Love! 17393|O gentle, shy, and shy again! 17393|Again the maids her sweet apparel deck, 17393|Again she seeks me in the glade, 17393|That never did her beauty so deceive. 17393|Yet, as a child, that wandereth still, 17393|I hear the echo of thy voice, 17393|As I sat by the winding river-banks, 17393|And felt the gentle flow of its wave-dashed way. 17393|In the soft twilight, where the wildwood flowers 17393|Lay shivered in their deeps for lack of sleep, 17393|I heard thee, and my spirit woke; 17393|And, like a dream I seem to see! 17393|As I lean back in my warm summer dress, 17393|And watch and hearken and be still-- 17393|As, in the bosom of my cottage-home, 17393|I ======================================== SAMPLE 40940 ======================================== 12286|As they are a gift that heaven to man hath given, 12286|For the use of a little lifetime, 12286|Nor can the earth of her beauty vie 12286|With his own form, nor is he so blest 12286|In him, as lives beneath her roof 12286|That Life so wise may not be vain. 12286|His spirit in her form did dwell, 12286|She gave it love, through love it fed 12286|On the sweet fruits of the field's green leafy bower 12286|Till all the warm youth of her body perished. 12286|When the day's work was accomplished 12286|And the labors of day were ended, 12286|She from her side suddenly did drop 12286|While the world saw aught earthly as living, 12286|And in death the heart, and the mind too; 12286|And without a spot she did hide, 12286|The spirit of man from the sight, 12286|And in the dew she was like the dew 12286|That lies upon the flowers in summer time. 12286|Yet I think, that the love of the wise 12286|Wearied and tired must yield to the charms of the fair, 12286|And he, who was loved of his birth, 12286|Thought in death that he loved her still, 12286|Nor felt the charms that did make fair 12286|The spirit of man, when that love is expired! 12286|Now for these lovers, 12286|Who are now in their graves, 12286|And shall have no sons; 12286|Whose hearts in their beauty are set 12286|With flowers: and whose spirits may share 12286|An element with the blessed, 12286|A fate may await all their race 12286|Whose names are the glory and pride 12286|Of the land, when long, long years are over. 12286|But, my friends, your best regards 12286|May ever be given to you, and to me; 12286|And I wish I could find more to say, 12286|Though I wish it ever so very long, 12286|That must make the love that I bear you, more, 12286|Dear, and more cherished than it is to say. 12286|"Come, then, let us all our hearts upbraid 12286|The evil and the sorrow 12286|In our land, and in its history. 12286|"The greedy, greedy rapine 12286|By our country's blood defiled, 12286|And its laws profaned; 12286|The tyrannies and superstitions 12286|That were hateful in all lands, 12286|For our country's and for Christ's dear sake. 12286|"And most, for a man's dear sake, 12286|In the land of hearts, we blame 12286|The tyranny and the wrongs 12286|Of men who would hold the truth less dear. 12286|"Thy life, Sir Walter, 12286|Is a part of that good which shall yet be, 12286|Although 't is done by men in the dark; 12286|And when we can tell why they did do it, 12286|Let this our plea for our country be; 12286|With what right, in what fame, 12286|In what men of thine to stand? 12286|"And now, Sir Walter, 12286|To the grave go we; 12286|Now to the grave, now to the grave 12286|Harp, come follow us! Hare, Hare, draw near! 12286|"Ho! Hare, ho! where are you going?" 12286|"I am going--to seek 12286|Some means, through my friend's grace, 12286|By which he may be raised to you 12286|If I should die." 12286|"I will seek them, my lad, my dear, my good, and then in the 12286|A Child of Beauty, of Nine 12286|So, as the Child was growing up, 12286|Bending her little head, 12286|Her cheek half seen amid the fairer wheat, 12286|She was so sweetly sounding out 12286|The dear little name of Joy; 12286|The kind and tender joy 12286|With which she was to all her playmates known. 12286|As on the topmost hill, ======================================== SAMPLE 40950 ======================================== 11101|And thus did I address him, 11101|And thus my words he understood. 11101|In this our love I must confound, 11101|Since not so many as we! 11101|If I could take the name of love, 11101|Dread as thou art in thy wrath, 11101|And put all mine anguish on one sigh, 11101|I would have changed the word "doom" 11101|For "lover," and my pain be dead. 11101|But as it is, I am afraid 11101|I must be mute till love shall come 11101|Whose name shall be the name of me; 11101|Yea, I must come, nor have a grave, 11101|Till my true love shall come in sign. 11101|This love that so doth enamoureth 11101|I am afraid of all men, 11101|To whom my true love may be known; 11101|For I am afraid of all men. 11101|"You shall have gold for your hair!" 11101|He said, his lips apart, 11101|(His lips the keys of a gold-fired lyre) 11101|He drew it up, it was soft and thin, 11101|And then down the strings it went, 11101|And there a strange melody broke 11101|Like tears of rain from a weeping eye 11101|That can weep no more to rain no more; 11101|My heart did such things like this 11101|That the words were made of mine, 11101|So that I spake and they are true; 11101|He gave it my lips, and thereon we twain, 11101|We have kissed and then our eyes were wet: 11101|Away with words, away with words! 11101|I loved him, and for this I am parted cold 11101|From the most beautiful true love that ever was born. 11101|If he live, 11101|A true lover and a loving maid 11101|Then will I be 11101|Somewhere off the beaten land, 11101|And the land of the bright-eyed girls, 11101|Where the heart is true and the tongue is poor 11101|And the lips have things to let out. 11101|I will love him, and the rest, 11101|And the land and the little bed, 11101|And the children as happy as brothers, 11101|And be at rest in it all. 11101|The rest will not ask for his love; 11101|All the earth a fairy land will be, 11101|A world of pleasure where love dwells, 11101|A place of many wonders, 11101|Filled with birds and flowers and brooks, 11101|And alluring little maids. 11101|Here Love will come and we go flying, 11101|And singing, flying, 11101|A-dreaming, a-dreaming, a-flying, 11101|A-swinging, a-drifting . . . 11101|O I'll be happy if he'll think of me! 11101|But in the night he'll laugh as he flies, 11101|And my heart will break, and my feet will run 11101|With an irretrievable sorrow, 11101|But I'll never think it was love he loved. 11101|Yet would he have my heart if only I 11101|Should know how dear it was; 11101|And I'll be happy if he would understand me. 11101|I will go out into the country, 11101|My dear heart, 11101|And will roam all alone, and kiss, 11101|And whisper soft and low, 11101|As the red cock crows at half mast, 11101|And the idle hours pass, 11101|Where the straw lies lying on the meadow, 11101|And the ploughman is marching under, 11101|And the lonely stars look out, 11101|To watch the sleepers crawling after 11101|Toiling amidships over, 11101|And the dreamy night wind sighing 11101|A sigh across the sea. 11101|I will go out into the country, 11101|Dear heart, 11101|And will lie by the dark fireside, 11101|And hear the twilight worshipping 11101|With torch-light and hymn; 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 40960 ======================================== I have, and never can, 38562|I have and never will! 38562|I'll carry my parson in the dark, 38562|And I'll make him sing a little song, 38562|Which will always sing itself; 38562|I'll wear a long skirt and a bow, 38562|And I'll carry my parson behind, 38562|If I sing myself, as I do now, 38562|If I sing myself I shall be blest, 38562|There aren't any witches in my shop, 38562|There don't any witches live at all; 38562|There aren't any witches in my shop. 38562|Witches are as happy as happy can be, 38562|So I think there's nothing a bit queer; 38562|But I've got a pair of witches on my knees, 38562|I wonder where they are at all. 38562|You can guess where they are going sometimes, 38562|As fast as you can read a book; 38562|But I hope nobody guesses at all, 38562|Because, if you should read a book, 38562|One day you would come to know what witches are, 38562|And why no one guessed before. 38562|There's nobody in your house today, 38562|There's nobody in your house this year; 38562|I wish you a great evening of your beauty, 38562|And a good and pleasant walk. 38562|They've done with the door where it stands, 38562|And gone and left no key behind; 38562|There was no candle to guide their feet, 38562|Where the path was round the house. 38562|The little children they all ran to kiss 38562|The hands that they had planted there; 38562|They all began to prattle and prattle 38562|And babble, and babble, and talk. 38562|But still the door on it stood wide, 38562|The key in it stood safe and sure, 38562|And it was very nice to ride on, 38562|And down, and over, and all about, 38562|To every one in the house. 38562|I'll go and look in the attic, 38562|It's that way down my ladder; 38562|And I'll find where the window is, 38562|And lock it tight on the hinges; 38562|And I'll go in and out of the sill, 38562|And I'll leave the key there hanging. 38562|I'll climb up the wall, and I'll climb up the floor, 38562|And I'll look about the room; 38562|But I hope it will do for a fearful room 38562|With the walls all around me. 38562|I know just what I'm doing, 38562|For it's the very thing, 38562|I can't help myself if I try, 38562|So please, don't look at me. 38562|I think I never saw a face 38562|That wasn't better off there, 38562|If it were only its home, too; 38562|If it weren't just like everyone's room, 38562|And all alone all the night. 38562|If it had windows for its glassy gloom, 38562|And a bed with chair for me; 38562|No, it wouldn't look bad in the garden, 38562|With me wrapped all by myself. 38562|In the twilight when the stars are flying 38562|And the moon shines in the blue, 38562|She looks at me with such a happy look, 38562|That it makes my heart go round! 38562|And her little face is the only thing 38562|On the dark and dreary ground; 38562|And she laughs in the stillness of the night, 38562|And she talks to me from the sky. 38562|Dear child, if you could only dream that we must part, 38562|If only for a day, of this senseless grief, 38562|Then you would feel as I do now and be healed, 38562|Not think as you do and do not suffer so. 38562|And think, dear heart, at last you can love and not mourn, 38562|While I know that I shall never speak to you more. 38562|He would have loved her. 38562|Now she is dead, 38562|Why should he love her? ======================================== SAMPLE 40970 ======================================== 4010|They gave the word, and they stood to ground, 4010|And lifted high the glassy tide. 4010|A thousand ships their courses formed, 4010|As when the winds in summer blast, 4010|And from the mountains storm the sky, 4010|The billows drive before their mood, 4010|Blowing the sea's blue in the air. 4010|When on the waters, bright and gay, 4010|The western sunbeams fell again, 4010|And bright the western morning rose. 4010|"My arms were folded, and my eyes 4010|Were half-closed on sleep that day; 4010|I cannot tell, though deep were my sighs, 4010|When I shall weep no longer; 4010|But I saw your form upon the waves, 4010|Your arm about you twining; 4010|And I wept, and wept, and wept for joy, 4010|As though the ocean-trembled close, - 4010|For I was with you--but not alone, 4010|For the sea hath a sister." 4010|And thus he wept: "When in my sleep 4010|I woke, ye looked so gently on, 4010|My love and your long silence broke, 4010|And through my heart your sweet sweet voice 4010|Told me that I was alone." 4010|"The waters," said the ladye, 4010|"Drew nigh to us. By the high tide, 4010|I prayed you would lie with me the while, 4010|Nor thought the sweet sleep I had. 4010|You were never weary, loved one, 4010|While I was absent from you: 4010|Nor, were you still, were always with you 4010|Within the watery world." 4010|"Then, good Sir Knight, let me be still! 4010|The ocean-showers are near. 4010|When they may fall like a flood, 4010|Let us, love, rest within the brine 4010|Till we two see the sky-line clear." 4010|The water, which now flowed near, 4010|Now drew more steeply down; 4010|And a steep bank of foam was seen, 4010|A broken crag that led 4010|Fantastically down to the deep, 4010|From the strand's side, where it swelled, 4010|Or from the sea-girt tower. 4010|When, lo! on that precipitous bank, 4010|A ship in calm weather lay; 4010|A beauteous ship no larger size, 4010|Within whose hold we stood:- 4010|Sir, a maiden was she; 4010|And, "Shall I take her to my breast, 4010|Or on her bosom rest?" 4010|Sir, you made answer, Sir, you might have said, 4010|She bore a maiden's woe. 4010|"O, then that beauteous ship was there, 4010|"The woe of yours, Sir Knight," she said, 4010|And the sea seemed to let her go, 4010|And to answer only her. 4010|She bore that woe by the watery way, 4010|And she bore it to her love 4010|In silent calm; 4010|But the stormy waves she bore them as the brine, 4010|And she bore them deep within her heart. 4010|We parted then; 4010|Her kisses made me more strong: 4010|My hands on her bosom fell. 4010|Her bosom held me with a happy clutch, 4010|And it throbbed with the bliss of its own babe, 4010|And the milk-wine of life ran clear 4010|From its bright roseate lips. 4010|I could not move, 4010|But she bore me to her sweet breast, 4010|Where, in rapture, its lone self 4010|Filled with a holy bliss, 4010|She said my life was her own. 4010|We lived in quiet bliss, 4010|And that was all my bliss. 4010|A time had come that bade me dare 4010|My lady's form to see; 4010|And now my heart's desire 4010|A thousand worlds in ======================================== SAMPLE 40980 ======================================== 2888|You'll pay for the burs for your shayl, 2888|And you'd as lief your name to lose, 2888|As I, if I had an arse to pay. 2888|If I should make the bargain first, 2888|The arse would ne'er be made to me. 2888|But don't you be so darke-- 2888|_But_ you're to pay for the bay, 2888|And you'd as lief be dead as I. 2888|If I should make the bargain last 2888|The arse would ne'er be made to me. 2888|There's a hole in thy hame, my child, 2888|And a hole in thy hame, my babe, 2888|But a hole I'll ne'er make in thy heart; 2888|For I canna buy the dear feeling 2888|That there's a hole in thy hame, my child. 2888|But the haggis at yon fair is new this year, 2888|And I wish I'd bought a little--a bit--a quarter. 2888|I bought my haggis, a trifle, at the fair; 2888|I bought them at a penny, but there's a big difference. 2888|With a bough of sweet holly, a basket of cheese, a barrel of rum, 2888|And a bottle of the best that whisky e'er gives us, 2888|And a berry, my sweetest, there! 2888|Tho' the berry was all I had, 2888|A bough of sweet holly, a basket of cheese, 2888|A barrel of the best that whisky e'er gives us, 2888|I wish I'd bought a bit of thee, my child. 2888|I've bought a bough of sweet holly, a basket of cheese, 2888|I've bought them at a penny, but there's a big difference; 2888|For a bottle of the best that whisky e'er gives us, 2888|I wish I'd bought a bit of thee, my child. 2888|The cherry's on the tree; 2888|The cheek of the lemontree! 2888|The rose is red and the cherry is ruddy, 2888|And the daisy's in bloom. 2888|The flower of the rose is red and the cherry is ruddy, 2888|The flower of the daisy is in bloom, 2888|And the lily, all white, 2888|Is as sweet to the sight. 2888|The flower of the lily is white and the cherry is ruddy, 2888|The flower of the daisy is in bloom. 2888|The wreath of the mignonette is sweet and fair, 2888|And the lily-white as buttercups, 2888|As fair as the dew, 2888|But sweeter than dew--that cherry. 2888|The wreath of the mignonette is sweet and fair, 2888|The wreath of the lemontree is tall and slender; 2888|He's good-looking and true, 2888|And the man of stature is sure, 2888|But the man of stature's not worth a souse if he lies 2888|For a cherry's in bloom. 2888|The wreath of the mignonette is tall and slender, 2888|The wreath of the lemontree is good-looking and tall, 2888|But he lies--alack! 2888|For a cherry's in bloom. 2888|Where the rose-leaves curl, 2888|That way, my dears, I've walked a mile or more, 2888|And a bawdy-browed lass, I'm sure she must be; 2888|But I've bought her not, my dears, 2888|For a bawdy-browed lass, 2888|But a bawdy-browed maid. 2888|She's lily dimpled and pale, 2888|She's blushin' all the time, my dears, 2888|And as for our three pence I've seen her plenty 2888|Of times at the fair of that lady the fair; 2888|But I'd sell my lady if I could-- 2888|That would be a dainty fare. 2888 ======================================== SAMPLE 40990 ======================================== 18238|And never, in the world, have I looked on so much 18238|As a white woman: 18238|I am never cold or haggard on a morning 18238|With a lovely lady. 18238|The evening is beautiful, 18238|And all the hills of Arcady 18238|Are light for summer in the sun ... 18238|I know that I lie, like a child 18238|On the hills and valleys far away; 18238|And that all day long in Arcady 18238|The hills of Arcady 18238|Are light for me who lie awake. 18238|And when the day is over 18238|And the stars are dim in the heavens overhead; 18238|When the night like an uncurtained gown 18238|And the wind as a ghost walks the sky; 18238|When the stars drop from the cedared hills, 18238|Like blue drops in a golden-girdled urn.... 18238|The hills of Arcady 18238|Are light for me who lie awake. 18238|It was a fair old friend of mine, 18238|My own dear lad, 18238|My good old friend, 18238|No more he'll draw me to his side 18238|The old friend will not stay here 18238|With a heart that doesn't care 18238|That the good-old friend is dead, 18238|My child, my darling, 18238|The old friend will not stay here 18238|With no one here to keep and keep! 18238|For the old friend will not stay here. 18238|A dear, dear friend was the first 18238|To die for me. 18238|He's far away, so far away, 18238|Far, far away. 18238|A beautiful friend was the last, 18238|The friend I knew! 18238|He came from out the lands of snow 18238|In all his majesty,-- 18238|Gentleman, come back to-day 18238|A-fishing of the lake! 18238|The fishing-tackle is still 18238|To which the silver line is tied, 18238|And the line he often gave 18238|Was the one I held of the world. 18238|For me he brought no fish more, 18238|He brought no game for my hands, 18238|And the boat was empty that sailed 18238|Where never a boatman went. 18238|But I was free and he was poor, 18238|I had nothing to eat, 18238|And I thought 'twill bring me again 18238|My old friend, the old friend--old friend. 18238|He is free, he is free and he is free, 18238|He will take me to his rest 18238|Near where the lilies and pansies blow 18238|And the waters flow in dreamy measure. 18238|But, oh, the long hours of wandering, 18238|The long days drifting! drifting drifting drifting! 18238|In the dark still stream drifting! drifting drifting drifting! 18238|With the blue flame in my heart floating! 18238|In the still heart sinking! sinking! sinking! 18238|With the foam-bells ringing--ringing--ringing 18238|The long hours of wandering drifting 18238|While I think, oh, who ever set out in search of this? 18238|For he has never come back from the north nor from the south nor from the east, 18238|And he will never set out from love. 18238|He will never come back for the blue sky overhead, 18238|For the lilies and pansies that hang all over the water, 18238|But he will come back in sunshine or storm. 18238|For he will never come back to my heart or the water, 18238|But he will come back in singing of this song. 18238|He was the blue sky of spring, 18238|And a song was in his voice, 18238|And a prayer, he was the spring time's 18238|God, He answered prayer.... 18238|Was His way of making song 18238|A song, a song that was strange; 18238|'Twas a song that came and went, 18238|When the heavens were blue and cold: 18238|Was His way of making song 18238|God, who made heaven and earth, 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 41000 ======================================== 1002|From this thy discourse be not deceived, 1002|Since to discern herein is my purpose, 1002|And to approach the truth thou must discern. 1002|From what great angel, then, soever he 1002|In heaven be, ere again he make his air 1002|In earth below known to mortals, power is 1002|To make them angelical; and each time 1002|Some better class of spirits is added. 1002|Among these some shouldst heed, to do some task 1002|For him in Paradise, which is the faith 1002|That makes us daily happy here below. 1002|For this were hard for any adversity 1002|To harden us against all corruption. 1002|But who to God can prove, save he and him 1002|Who serves him continuously, must own 1002|All power which can create or destroy? 1002|And this demands attention first from thee; 1002|For unto God's service others fall, 1002|And to the bidding of that one are seen. 1002|On this account the human upraise 1002|Against the law, and then the down-fall; 1002|Because the will in human justice is 1002|Obstructed so that it nothing can fulfil. 1002|Hence it is that some are perfect without it, 1002|Perfect so that good may not come to do it; 1002|And hence it is that some are incomplete, 1002|Because the will in charity is void." 1002|And I to him: "If what has chanced be true, 1002|This doth prove an angelical nature, 1002|Not of my stock, and not a new one; 1002|Whate'er it is, that I have felt its power 1002|Before it had from me anything else. 1002|That I unto the last hold I no more 1002|Than any other soul that yet remains me, 1002|Let the event be what it may, for this 1002|I know and hold by it in special." 1002|"How is it that thou seest so small a thing 1002|Within the large ark of the universe, 1002|Whilst unto every spirit other lances 1002|Thou jugglest, and to me efface some circle 1002|In the ten directions, making thy circuit 1002|Through all the spiritual circles with a narrower, 1002|Than is lawful to the finger; therefore 1002|Art thou amazed, and wonder's self say likewise?" 1002|And I to him: "If what thou didst marvel at, 1002|Meaning at that which I witnessed to me 1002|A second time, be in conformity true 1002|To what has happened to us in this thicket, 1002|This marvel may be accounted for: for in sooth 1002|Not from the fountain of Veii, nor the spray 1002|Coral on Mount Agoe, the blood of Noah 1002|Comes the sexual smell of each femal shape. 1002|It is the juice of juices, and the fragrance 1002|Is placed beneath the power of each woman 1002|To utter or unearthly. The first Bacchus 1002|Was she that reigned in the amber with Ixion; 1002|The smelling fig was weaker, and the fig-tree 1002|Oppressed with moisture, and the cypress dread, 1002|That fringed Mona, and dreaded Friulissa; 1002|And Mantuan Venus to Avernus wheeled, 1002|For fear that Cupid should his bride-tune 1002|Turn to marvellous passion in her. In such sort 1002|The lady, that without guile is pleased to roll 1002|On Wisdom's charm the stone which turns a lover, 1002|With the rock turned round in her own inclination, 1002|For venomed fumigations is she now; 1002|She, that while others with her garlands stood, 1002|Normal and dignified in her attire, 1002|Now with her fingers round and her feet bare, 1002|Draws off the wintry vapour, that condenses 1002|From the cool wave with gentle motion rased, 1002|And in the light she towers up to the moon. 1002|The other, who near to me was pressing, 1002|Turn ======================================== SAMPLE 41010 ======================================== 20956|Where they do their "Moorabinda's" 20956|In the shade o' the great Willow tree. 20956|All the "Moorabinda's" 20956|They carve out of the fir-tree's leaves, 20956|And when they think of the time o' year, 20956|'Tis the prettiest thing on earth to die. 20956|'Neath that tree's the "Merry Widow" waits; 20956|Where she smiles for her children's sake, 20956|A fairer smile to heaven o'erflows, 20956|Than the smile the sunbeams ever cast 20956|On the green earth's greenest spot, or e'er 20956|Made beautiful from out the mother's breast. 20956|And the fair child of that merry wife 20956|That is all in the smile of Mary, 20956|The "Merry Widow" was a maid that year, 20956|And so rich in all her little loves, 20956|That the very morn of her nuptial morn 20956|Was most lovely to heaven and earth. 20956|I never set eyes on a face 20956|So full of sweet grace and blest content, 20956|As is this poor little maid to mine, 20956|Grown old in that sweet happy home. 20956|She is full of love's sweet yearning, 20956|And yet the maid, though wan, is blest; 20956|For the soul that is full of love's yearning, 20956|It waits to be filled with the sun. 20956|Her feet are shod with silver shoon, 20956|And her hair is like the swallows' wings; 20956|Yet so soft, and soft is the golden tress, 20956|That the maid's fair eyes, her soul's delight, 20956|Show all their rapture to heaven now. 20956|I never saw a maid so fair, 20956|As this poor little maid unto me; 20956|Yet God made a woman in her stead, 20956|To soothe her soul, to save her sight, 20956|And so I will not envy her. 20956|How beautiful her skin is! 20956|How beautiful her eyes! 20956|And her lips are freshest red 20956|That e'er bathed maidens' feet. 20956|She will shine in a thousand charms, 20956|For her soul is not afraid: 20956|And though I be a lion wild, 20956|At least I will not betray her. 20956|As the rose-leaves floating on the brook,-- 20956|Or far down in still orchard nooks,-- 20956|Or in the quiet of a dell, 20956|Where the fawns their little laps fetch 20956|To rest upon soft moss and flow'rs, 20956|This little maid of mine may see, 20956|In all her glory,--how she grins! 20956|Her tongue's a-tune with her sweet glance: 20956|She cannot help it: 20956|The sun is golden, I rejoice, 20956|As I lean to her sweet words and see. 20956|And this will tell her that, all night long, 20956|I laugh beside her as she goes: 20956|That her thoughts are half-blown in dreams, 20956|I watch her smiling with her eyes. 20956|This, that, etc. 20956|No voice, no laugh, have ever soothed my ear, 20956|No smile, no kiss,--this is too much to bear! 20956|I'll go and kiss my mother's new-born child, 20956|And then, my heart is sick to death of pain. 20956|I feel the blood within me flow again, 20956|I cannot look upon her eyes no more, 20956|I cannot think upon sweet Mary's face; 20956|I would go back to sleep, sweet, but I know, 20956|We shall not look upon each other's eyes,-- 20956|Sweet, I'll go, when I am weak, and pale, 20956|And heavy, I'll steal to Mary's arms. 20956|O sweetest, sweetest of all music, 20956|Thy soul with the song of this night is furled; 20956|There is no ======================================== SAMPLE 41020 ======================================== 1008|with such artifice, and so, with all their faults, 1008|maintained and even reigned, that never through 1008|time had their original splendour faded." In his "Epistle to 1008|his Brother"] 1008|The Poems written by Bishops, or Cardinals, or other holy 1008|Church Officials, when the Pope has appeared before them, are 1008|in the "Imitations from Rabelais" entitled, "Le 1008|poétique de Bismillah," and the "Virgile" are thus translated 1008|"All un professeur Bismillah 1008|S'en été est un pauvre 1008|Qui se t'endroit dans l'universe 1008|Lui qui tout en lui se plaie 1008|Les brasseuses, pour nouvel 1008|Les brasseuses, se plaie 1008|Et la loi pendant de sences 1008|N'autre réussit dans leurs beaux sature 1008|Les bras des uns, et les des uns 1008|Les bras sur les bras, 1008|Et lui se plaie sur les bras, 1008|Et lui tombait sur les bras; 1008|C'est là que je crois pour lui 1008|Cerca la rue croit commode 1008|Lyon avec le roi de croyee." 1008|The first "Virgile," that commences a stanza or two, is 1008|that from "Lyon avec le Roi, de cree." 1008|It is true, that a poet of genius like Shelley's deserves 1008|no praise that had not its own, and may afford no defence. He 1008|never was known to have surpassed the standard of 1008|earliest Scottish romancers. But it was in no age, and without 1008|submission, to represent that majestic silence of the dead. 1008|There, from a lofty vale, the melancholy Bard reviews 1008|from house to house, yet lives the life of each he narrates, 1008|and even sees it, breathes, and takes his rest, as if his own 1008|house and quiet dwellers slept beneath his roof. He narrates 1008|the sorrows and exclamations of men, to whom alone it is 1008|given that the world and all its affairs are not indifferent, 1008|and in their sorrows they relate his own sufferings. The 1008|southern gales which drive the curtain o'er the sea to the west 1008|land are said, but the voice in the north, which has no connection 1008|with that region. For the Bard is wandering, and the voices, 1008|those of men and of sorrow, are the accents of the wind, 1008|which they follow to all the countries under the sky, it 1008|is not a coincidence, that the last stanza, where man departs 1008|for evermore from this world, should be the first stanza 1008|of the tenth stanza of "Ovid's Metamorphoses" (c. i. 1008|the fourth century). 1008|Now it is the season of refreshment, when men, once more 1008|enjoyed of the sight, their day's employment once more proclaim 1008|and not a few are not contented with the same employ. Among 1008|these are some who, after long fatiguing and distressing 1008|life on earth, have the clear vision of heaven, and are satisfied 1008|themselves with resting from the fatigues of this world, 1008|which they were wont to bear upon them. Others, more diversified 1008|than is the case among common people, are so disposed 1008|that they make themselves agreeable to the sun and the other 1008|gods, by their continence, which to a great extent is not 1008|perceiving, but is still gazing upon the lofty structure of the 1008|crown, and is impelled by the passion of love. And even as 1008|a cord of iron is swiftened by an iron, so a fixed purpose is 1008|enhancer by which the mind is moved up into the realm of happiness; 1008| ======================================== SAMPLE 41030 ======================================== 1304|When I my life was take, 1304|Oh! 'tis well you do! 1304|But in short, a life so sweet 1304|In the beginning meant, 1304|And is still for to bring 1304|Of deathly pain. 1304|My love was fair, and fairer still, 1304|That time and change deceives! 1304|A flower that spring of age did blow, 1304|Grew to a gem of better worth; 1304|For as the blither seed 1304|Bent soon to yellow, so my love 1304|Bent soon to yellow too. 1304|Sweet were my lips when first we met, 1304|And sweet the hour we met; 1304|And were their kisses still confest 1304|To thy lips, to thine eyes, O maiden mine, 1304|Didst thou but kiss for me, I would kiss thee back! 1304|I never loved till I could kiss 1304|What love had to believe 1304|In the light that o'er me spread 1304|A clouded moon, and night below-- 1304|That moon, which did my soul perplex; 1304|Yet baffled it so still, 1304|She like a ghost to follow 1304|Would haunt behind my night, 1304|Which seemed a phantom's ghost to me. 1304|But I have found a true belief 1304|In love, my life's best dower; 1304|And I believe in the true light 1304|And the true moon's lily white. 1304|A kiss, a kiss, my dearest love, 1304|I crave thee, O my love-- 1304|For I shall sleep in thy steadfast arms. 1304|I never loved till I could kiss 1304|What love had to believe 1304|In the light that o'er me spread 1304|A clouded moon, and night below-- 1304|That moon, which did my soul perplex; 1304|Yet followed it so well, 1304|That when I am thrown from this world 1304|I shall not love in vain, 1304|Nor sorrow, nor grief, nor sorrowing die; 1304|Tho' I have found in that true light 1304|Truth, and immortality. 1304|She shall not come to me desolate; 1304|She shall not coldly say, 'My place is with Thee.' 1304|She shall not shrink from me desolate; 1304|But when her hour is come 1304|To me her hand she shall clasp still more; 1304|And be her hand more kind: 1304|In peace within, in bliss without, 1304|She loveth me, my love, my very soul. 1304|I know not what may come,-- 1304|There is a joy in pain, 1304|That with the heart in this world's wilderness, 1304|And with the blood in Babel's sea, 1304|Can make us gladden here, 1304|Amid the cruel strife. 1304|He said to me, 'My dearest, I should live to praise Thee forever.' 1304|And I said, 'I know not what may come.' 1304|She said, 'You shall not die without a worthy successor.' 1304|He said, 'Thy place is with the martyrs, and with the right.' 1304|She said, 'You shall not waste your strength, nor ever tire.' 1304|And I said, 'I know but one consolation, a love for thee.' 1304|He said, 'I know a martyr to the world, a maid of the poor.' 1304|She said, 'I worship at his feet.' 1304|He said, 'My friend, you praise, and my name goes up like the stars in the 1304|He said, 'I know the place and the time.' 1304|She said, 'My heart is not afraid of the dark.' 1304|He said, 'You shall not faint, nor ever weary, nor ever sin.' 1304|She said, 'The heart that was mine is my heart, and of that we made 1304|He said, 'I am the Lord thy God, and I hold thee in my hand.' 1304|She said, 'I am a mother, and thou art a child.' 1304|He said, 'Your life it is only a rope ======================================== SAMPLE 41040 ======================================== 21003|Where the sky shines out and the sea flows below, 21003|And the sea-birds, on the waves, flit and swim, 21003|Till the stars above them, brighter grew, 21003|Came in light and shadow to greet their gaze; 21003|And the little maiden, standing at her father's side, 21003|Saw, or dreamed she saw, as in an angel's hall, 21003|The bright, strange visions of bright life,-- 21003|The dreams that have a life and meaning, too, 21003|Beyond the world's pale, and in its shadowed floor,-- 21003|The visions of fair hope, though they seem now ill, 21003|And vanish in the coming of the dark. 21003|"Ah, father, see! the sun is up!" she cried; 21003|"Look, look!" and so she saw him in the sky. 21003|Yes, see! the angel's hall, and all its fair, 21003|And all the visions of life's brightest dream, 21003|Came into their twilight chambers and rested there, 21003|And came not back again. 21003|Yes! see! the skies are clear, and the sun shines forth; 21003|And the sea flows on, and its waves are white, 21003|And the stars shine out, and the night is far asleep; 21003|And the star of the morning is shining far. 21003|See! the world writhes and trembles, and the air 21003|Is a mist of silver around its feet, 21003|And the sea, and the stars, and the earth, too, lie 21003|Touched with glory, the white, white waves of the sea. 21003|Ah, father, see! the tide is past and gone, 21003|And the birds have ceased their twitter all together-- 21003|See, she sees him! Now she thinks that he is there-- 21003|But he is in the garden all alone. 21003|"Father, father, this is a great wonder! Father, father, 21003|the time of our forefingerity! 21003|Where are the lights that have so many a flash? 21003|Father, father, the day dies, and the night comes, 21003|The night of our forefingerity!--Father, father, 21003|where are the flowers? 21003|Alas, father, we cannot see where the flowers are!" 21003|The young men, to the tune of "The Rose," sang in a chorus: 21003|The rose of Christmas has bloomed in the East; 21003|And the rose of Christmas is pure and strong, 21003|And the rose of Christmas is red and pure, 21003|And no bird but love sings of the rose of Christmas, 21003|The rose of Christmas. 21003|The young men, to the tune of "The Bell," sang: 21003|The bell of Christmas rang loud and clear 21003|On the midnight when she came to me, 21003|To give me the ring of her fair feet. 21003|But my heart was far from midnight, and I heard not, 21003|To make me the bell of her fair feet. 21003|And I passed the night in a convent, for a child had died, and 21003|"The bells, the bells!--they sound, the bells! 21003|O, they ring shrill,-- 21003|They ring for the little ones and for us all the more, 21003|When life's long day is done." 21003|But no, a long long year did pass. 21003|And one night he stole from the cathedral, and with his body was 21003|The bells, the bells!--they sound, the bells! 21003|O, they ring shrill,-- 21003|They ring for the little ones and for us all the more, 21003|When life's long day is done. 21003|Then I left my convent, and I wandered through towns, and I saw 21003|A little cottage stand where a spring rin in a grove of clover, 21003|The bells, the bells!--they sound, the bells! 21003|O, they ring shrill,-- 21003|They ring for the little ones and for us all the more, 21003|When life's long day is done. 21003|Then I went back to my convent, but I could not stay ======================================== SAMPLE 41050 ======================================== 4332|And that's the way I see it. 4332|I am only a man 4332|Who is to be contented 4332|Because we have done well, 4332|And you will never see 4332|Our great triumphs done, 4332|So let it be, I say it, 4332|And I will sit me down 4332|When you have done your singing. 4332|I did not say, Go to the sea; 4332|I only came to see 4332|How my ship sailed for her pay. 4332|What a day in April! 4332|To the sea we sailed, I - you. 4332|The sailors said it felt good, 4332|As it was so rough and free, 4332|But we did not find the reef 4332|The best we had sought. 4332|So we came back by sinking ship 4332|And stood on a new sand 4332|Until the wind was strong 4332|And we were very near the island. 4332|To see it all we did not see - 4332|The sky, the ships, the sea, 4332|The wind, the sun, the singing, 4332|The air, the rain-drops on the tree, 4332|And all the beauty of the land, 4332|And of the sea; 4332|The wind from off the sea 4332|And the beautiful leaves 4332|And the silver spume in the rain - 4332|And you too, 4332|O dear, dear eyes, 4332|How long you watched with me 4332|You were very brave and still, 4332|But now you are weary, 4332|With a smile 4332|And a dream of the sea. 4332|And you saw the sailors dozing 4332|And the way I was coming back 4332|How I saw the white sails swaying 4332|In the wind, 4332|And the ship so proud and fleet 4332|And I, 4332|How long I stood on the deck, 4332|I saw the great waves flow 4332|And the wind blew from off the sea 4332|And the beautiful leaves 4332|And you, dear, dear eyes. 4332|The sea was a stormy place 4332|Before we got here, 4332|But it never did us hurt 4332|So long as I was young. 4332|And I think in some strange wise 4332|It always is as if 4332|Something happened in the stormy sea 4332|Last night. 4332|We went to bed last night, 4332|I and you. 4332|We had nothing better to do 4332|Than rest, 4332|Though this storm made it loud and deaf 4332|And the night-wind rude and wild. 4332|But there came a voice, 4332|And we heard the calling of a ship, 4332|And you said, "'Tis a ship coming near - 4332|We look, and see a form 4332|Coming; 4332|And we look, and see a crew 4332|Coming near; 4332|And the storm makes their dreams so white 4332|That their dreams are only made of good 4332|And the sea-breezes are a part 4332|Of the dream we two are waking through." 4332|But there came a voice from sea and sky, 4332|And there came a voice from the people's ears, 4332|And the voices all came one to one, 4332|One voice, 4332|One voice said, "Do not sleep, 4332|Do not sleep, 4332|Take your dream back, dear dream-loving one. 4332|We know how long you have been dreaming, 4332|We know what you have done 4332|Since you have been praying, praying to-night 4332|For the love of God, 4332|For some happy and safe sleep for a while, 4332|Till we find the storm is past. 4332|The sea in storm and tempest how will it be? 4332|We cannot know, you and I. 4332|Come to us, dreamers, pray for the wind to pass - 4332|Pray for our ship to drift, 4332|And we two together, praying together, 4 ======================================== SAMPLE 41060 ======================================== 835|With all his good old friends, 835|In the old hotel, 835|Where he was going for good 835|To his business again. 835|They had found him, though the way 835|Was not the way of fame; 835|And they carried him along 835|The path where men might see 835|Only a path for Lazarus's feet 835|And Lazarus's body white. 835|It was in a little room 835|Where the people knew not 835|(Or were unaware), 835|That his life began: the rest 835|Was as dust in a great city. 835|And the great city only knows 835|The dust on the streets of it, 835|And the dust of the old hotel, 835|And that poor old hotel. 835|It's a strange thing, one must say, 835|To look into the face 835|Of the dead who have loved and lived 835|And the dead who have loved and died 835|And who never turn from earth. 835|There is the living face of the dead, 835|And the silent grave and white; 835|And a ghost of my boy to weep 835|By the grave of the dear young man. 835|Lazarus had gone out to pasture, 835|And Lazarus had fallen from the sky; 835|And the world's great heart was very heavy 835|As the days went by. 835|Lazarus had grown so very old, 835|And Lazarus, long since dead, 835|Walked in the valley round 835|With a sad face on his head. 835|And the valleys and the rivers 835|Were very thick, and the birds sang their songs; 835|So Lazarus, old and grey, 835|Was the one lone song-bird 835|In all the valley. 835|Lazarus had gone to pasture, 835|Lazarus had grown so very old, 835|Lazarus had gone to pasture, 835|Lazing in the long white golden grass, 835|With a long white beard on his head; 835|And the birds sang their lovely songs, 835|But it was not beautiful to hear; 835|And Lazarus, old and grey, 835|Walked on, and would not smile. 835|He had a little garden, 835|And he had a very rich wife 835|Who gave him often the sign 835|Of old affection for his child, 835|But there were many things to do 835|That it was very late in the night; 835|And Lazarus, old and grey, 835|Had a little garden, 835|And Lazarus had a little wife. 835|And in the garden as of old 835|There was a little boy who went. 835|Lazarus did not ask his name-- 835|The name was the thing to him; 835|And Lazarus, old and grey, 835|Was very much afraid. 835|So he went to the little boy, 835|And asked him who he was; 835|And the little boy he said yes, 835|Lazarus had never seen his name 835|And had never heard his birth. 835|And Lazarus smiled on his little child, 835|And told him all the things that he must know; 835|And the little boy, he answered 'I. 835|Lazy little beggar!' 835|Lazarus went to his little garden, 835|And asked for a lily white; 835|And Lazarus, old and grey, 835|The lone child went with him there. 835|And Lazarus asked the little child 835|If his name was anyhow. 835|And he shook his poor, weak head, 835|So the little child was very glad, 835|And answered: 'Lazarus, 835|I come to be a little man, 835|And I have a little garden, 835|And I have a big mouth to feed, 835|And I will feed you soon.' 835|Lazarus said 'You are very old!' 835|And the little beggar answered 'True!' 835| ======================================== SAMPLE 41070 ======================================== 19385|My lassie, I'm ower wedded; 19385|That's just the thing will do, 19385|My bonnie lassie, on marriage-days; 19385|It lets her look ahead, 19385|To see to-morrow. 19385|I 'm ower young o' my age, 19385|My mither's ae mither dear; 19385|Suffice it to say, 19385|My lassie, I'm ower married 19385|On marriage-days. 19385|O, my ain native land! 19385|And oh! my ain native land! 19385|For there are nae lasses there, 19385|There are lasses to cheer the gude; 19385|As there are lasses to drap their wee; 19385|As there are maids to flie, 19385|When the lassie 's in the mill, 19385|Sae, lasses, drive away! 19385|Nae! I 'm ower young o' my age, 19385|My mither's ae mither dear; 19385|Suffice it to say, 19385|My lassie, I'm ower married 19385|On marriage-days. 19385|For my heart is sic as sic, 19385|And my brain sic as sic, 19385|And fain it wad be the ha'f a bonnie lass, 19385|Sae, ye 'll weil wi' me 19385|Before my lass shall cross the bar, 19385|Sae, lassies, drive awa'. 19385|Oh, I lo'e my ain dear lassie, Willie, 19385|Her face was fair an' sweet; 19385|I lo'ed her wondrously in spring, Willie, 19385|But I 'll never woo her mair. 19385|Oh! I lo'ed her ance with a'll ben deid, 19385|An' was fain her ha'f to kiss; 19385|But we 'll never woo, wi' our money, Willie, 19385|The lassie that 's never his. 19385|Oh! I 'll woo my ain dear lassie, 19385|An' her fame I 'll cherish still, 19385|For the man that she snipes upon 19385|Sae sae weel has mair chance wonna win. 19385|Oh! I lo'ed her ance wi' a'll ben deid, 19385|An' the deil that she has got, 19385|Wha 's auld as is she, wi' his cank'rin', 19385|Is ae king o' men o' her kind! 19385|And I 'll woo my ain dear Ma'am-- 19385|For thae waledoms were a' in the dole-- 19385|We 'll live together this day, Willie, 19385|And I 'll woo her wi' a'll red yill. 19385|The Bridegroom and the Bairn 19385|The Bridegroom and the Bairn 19385|The bride is sleeping wi' her dear luve 19385|neath a bush o' bonnie wild flowers; 19385|The young yeoman braes are glancing bold, 19385|They 've plaid their quills, they 've dash'd the beer, 19385|And jow'd wi' ilk braw thing to daur to see. 19385|For him they 've dress'd, and frock'd him gay, 19385|And dighted their beaver-necklets fair; 19385|Their wavy hair, like a lily wreath, 19385|Frae a' their bonny, bushy beauteous face, 19385|Frae their smiles, in a gleesome twilight gleam, 19385|Like flowers on a bank, they 've blown and sweep'd. 19385|And, O what a joy the night had been, 19385|When round them bairns a lass could lie! 19385|A' ye look o'er the bonnie hill 19385|Whare dear Charlie lies, young Charlie lies; 19385|And aften will ye think o' the morn 19385|When dear Charlie rose, poor Charlie rose. ======================================== SAMPLE 41080 ======================================== 19385|And the green hills are in the sun, 19385|The green hills are in the sun, 19385|The grey stream is running clear; 19385|And the sea's a-shining bright, 19385|And the sea's a-shining bright, 19385|And ever the song-bird saith, 19385|And ever the bird saith, 19385|And every fair thing that may be, 19385|And every good thing that may be, 19385|That's of the green hills in the sun; 19385|O'er the green hills in the sun! 19385|There are many who seek fair things; 19385|While others strive to come to light; 19385|And some are weary of the sun-- 19385|The sky is bright above, 19385|And no soft airs seem to waft 19385|To love-sick burs a thought of mirth, 19385|Till sleep, the dewy sleeper, seems 19385|To hide the stars away. 19385|There are many who have sought fair things, 19385|But are not glad of the light, 19385|And weary of the sun. 19385|And many, in their loneliness, 19385|Look far beyond the starry skies 19385|Wherein, like an unceasing joy, 19385|The love of all seems to be. 19385|There are many who, in darkness, 19385|Have seen the face of the fair and great 19385|Yet do strive to learn the meaning. 19385|Of love and life, and joy, and death, 19385|And every thing that is dear, 19385|Who cannot comprehend. 19385|There are many, and many more, 19385|Who wander on the desolate earth's breast, 19385|And, with little thought for praise or blame, 19385|But solely, to wander on, 19385|Have little hope of their coming home, 19385|In the distant, glad heavens; 19385|And, in the dreary silence of night, 19385|Have little peace of mind. 19385|There are many who, with their longing breasts, 19385|Lift up and seek the sunny skies, 19385|While the night, with a chill serene, 19385|Cometh o'er to enfold them there; 19385|And, as their longing pulses beat, 19385|They turn to the calm nights of heaven, 19385|Till, with the stars in the distance bright, 19385|They feel their souls in Heaven are born. 19385|There are many who, with strange thoughts fanned, 19385|Lift them up to the pure blue skies, 19385|And, as the moon, in the night, 19385|Fades like a spirit from their skies, 19385|They turn again to the sea, 19385|And to the silent heaven; 19385|And they seem once more to be there, 19385|With the same souls that they long to be, 19385|Yet from those heights, from those skies high, 19385|They look through a veil of tears. 19385|The sun, when he shines out to play, 19385|Glanced o'er the hills, and brooded o'er the rills, 19385|While the fowl that frolic in the dell 19385|Crop'd large the flowery mead and forest-clad; 19385|To which, as o'er the green hill-tops, now 19385|The morning, with the morning, came; 19385|And the light that fell on the meadow-lands, 19385|Had the air of a smile on his sunny face. 19385|So life itself so tender and sweet 19385|Seemed to him, 'mid the mirth that was round him, 19385|As in memory it seemed to be 19385|The sweetest present that Nature could give; 19385|While his spirit, in his young spirit's dream, 19385|Saw the angel's look, the love of heaven. 19385|On the hill-side, where the wood-shade grows, 19385|The fern and the moorland meet. 19385|Oft in dreams of his infancy, 19385|He had thought to himself, 19385|This wild hill-side has grown so green, 19385|It will never be bare again ======================================== SAMPLE 41090 ======================================== 27405|Hath a king and a queen, 27405|Thou art a woman, mine own, my very queen, 27405|I must choose my royal mate.” 27405|“Thou hast the king’s favour now, the queen’s care, 27405|No care for thy hand.” 27405|“Nay, thou canst not choose thy royal mate, 27405|Though of my heart thou crave.” 27405|“My prince, I come to thee, though thou canst not choose, 27405|My prince, my prince must seek me here.” 27405|“Farewell, my prince’s favour now, when I have loved thee here, 27405|The world is so wide and so high.” 27405|“I come, however thou mayest choose, but thou must choose 27405|The king and the queen to follow.” 27405|“I too have my choice and my king’s favour now, 27405|I follow my lovely queen the queen.” 27405|Out from the window she saw the young prince come, 27405|Out of the door her maidens then spake, 27405|“Who have the king’s favour chosen with thee, my lord, 27405|And hath his grace been good?” 27405|“Out of the castle gate my maidens then spake, 27405|The king is the guest that will be here.” 27405|“The king, the king’s queen— 27405|“What care I for the king with his kinglings all? 27405|’Tis not for a maiden to woo.” 27405|“O farewell my dear!” the maiden thus began 27405|And to her own castle turn’d. 27405|Out there she see’d the young prince coming down, 27405|And the maidens and ladies round him standing. 27405|“Who is this thou see’st the king with his maidens all 27405|With mirth and good cheer at his presence? 27405|“’Tis my mother—my father, if perchance thou’lt say, 27405|He left my father in slumbers dead! 27405|“’Tis he, my mother, ’tis I—though my hair so brown 27405|Is already much shorn, 27405|Yet from an elm I come, a red rose sweet, 27405|And here am my father true.” 27405|“O maiden dear! O mother! 27405|I bear the hand of thy son, 27405|The child of a maid, of a maid so fair 27405|And tender-hearted are they.” 27405|“If this our king were my son, 27405|No more I should grieve thee, dear, for this, 27405|Thy Prince in the field should be thine.” 27405|“If his child thou be’st, thy son I hold, 27405|Thy son my very God shall be, 27405|Or else the earth of all things shall be filled 27405|With sorrow to see both thee and mine.” 27405|The young prince’s mirth thou now wilt never know, 27405|A little while I’ve seen thee here. 27405|The maidens are gone where they may, 27405|And I watch alone at the window now. 27405|I think my life is a burden heavy, 27405|And that of a maid I can scarce be blest, 27405|And when I am gone to my grave I shall rest, 27405|Nor then again will thou see me here. 27405|“Come hither, thou lovely one, 27405|A little, little time, 27405|Thou must not be long absent, 27405|But soon shalt thou return.” 27405|The maiden was glad when she heard his words, 27405|She left her castle in joyous time; 27405|Out of the window then she went with glee, 27405|She came home to her father’s house. 27405|And many sorrows she there bore, 27405|And many a love-plot she played, 27405|Such love as she played, and suffered ======================================== SAMPLE 41100 ======================================== 30332|"Nox septenior"--in all the letters this he had framed in verse, for 30332|which, if he was the author of the letter which follows, the poet 30332|crediting this authority as the veritable date of the story 30332|and the date at which that MS. was framed; and so on, through the 30332|long years and his own private words; till at length the story 30332|was to appear in a separate form. In this we may learn the 30332|truth more readily than if 'twas the story of a simple story; 30332|for it can only be said that they never met. 30332|But in the course of all these years he wrote many verses 30332|after having proved to his great joy that all his versomaness 30332|could not but bring him fame. And now, whensoever I say "He, 30332|he," my answer is "She, the woman he loved," because, although 30332|well-pleased to see the poet writing verse, was he pleased to 30332|know that the verse which he at length produced was his own: for 30332|if he had made the verses himself he might have shown 30332|pleasantly a poem to him, that all the others had been 30332|overmuch by the critics. 30332|Thus did the poet come to the twentieth year of his life. 30332|After his father's death, and by himself, he had three sons, 30332|And, after the death of his first son, of him no further 30332|besides three daughters. And he might have continued a man 30332|without his other children had he had any more. 30332|"Now, while I was with my father, who was in the house 30332|where I dwell, in his great hall, by the pillars made 30332|sweet and fair, I began to hear one calling through the 30332|door: Now is the morning of the rising, my son, 30332|here is the son of the same." And the poet, saying what he 30332|was saying, began to sing out. 30332|But the first time it was said, the old man was in the 30332|most despair, and the next time it was said, his heart 30332|beat in his throat with a dreadful noise; but the poet 30332|began to sing out, and he sang with such sweetness, that it 30332|made all the old man's senses again to be glad, and his eyes 30332|to brim with wine. 30332|"O thou, my son," he sang out in his breath, "this one 30332|cries: All hail, good morning: wherefore hast thou no 30332|dew? Now is the morning of the rising! Then thou shalt 30332|get thee out of all this bitterness of soul; for this 30332|is the day of the coming of the morning of the 30332|God, at which the world shall end." 30332|And the poet, saying "Hail!" he ceased from singing, and 30332|the old man arose; and they departed and departed in the 30332|fawns of their wakened life. 30332|Now the Sun hath set and the world is grown dark, 30332|And the stars of the sky hang down, and the night 30332|slowly lies o'erhead. Yet on the third day 30332|cease, my son, the songs that thou hast made, and come 30332|into the open road that leads into thy father's house. 30332|The poets have all fled away from that house 30332|that never yet did its doors stand open, and now 30332|its doors stand barred. But the father still rejoices, 30332|because he has so goodly store of treasures of gold, 30332|and treasures of silver, and of bronze, and of pure 30332|silver, and of precious and goodly works. 30332|But they all have perished and perished from all this 30332|world, or else are dead and long dead. In vain did the 30332|Son of the same name seek after fame and riches, and 30332|in vain have wrought them; for they have set up signs and 30332|therefor have wrought them to fade away; but I go back 30332|to the time before this, and the day when his son first 30332|became a man. Long, long ago, when ======================================== SAMPLE 41110 ======================================== Aye; for the Lord He will give thee strength." 3238|Then the light, too, shone bright. A little voice 3238|Rose from the shadowy places, a faint cry 3238|From a heart in pain--"Sir, I do not wish to die, 3238|Not now, not now, not now! I am strong; 3238|And if I were here, then should not my blood 3238|Stream at your feet like water from a rock 3238|And gush on your lips like blessed dew?" 3238|The words came too soon, too strangely for ears 3238|To catch them; but I saw the smile unfold 3238|Once more upon his face, and "Wish me well!" 3238|Was the last utterance that he made. 3238|Then the voice grew high and plaintive, "Wish me well, 3238|O spirit of the mountain! I am weak; 3238|But if my shadow falls on the way to-day, 3238|And a rude fall by the fire sets me down, 3238|Shall the sight of your eyes, ah! be lost, 3238|And the sight in space of your feet and hands?" 3238|Then the shadow moved to and fro on the shore, 3238|Sighed the man, and the deep tone filled my heart 3238|With the sound of a burden I could bear. 3238|"Let me live now my own to the uttermost 3238|Of the love that I love! but for the rest, 3238|Let me die no more--no more. And I am strong. 3238|I will bear my weakness to the end. I pray 3238|For your help now! My God, your God, is good." 3238|I saw his light. I heard that voice once more 3238|Come down from the heavens, the voice of a man. 3238|And a shadow went by with a light as soft 3238|As a woman's hand that is softly laid on the breast 3238|Of a dead child-- 3238|Shadow of hope and of truth? 3238|The man looked at her, then went on in silence. 3238|"God sees all, knows all, knows all!" the woman's voice 3238|Came back from the heights, the heights of the sky, 3238|Where the joys of the earth had no part. 3238|The shadow went by. 3238|"God knows my soul." 3238|"Lord, have mercy! I know not, I know 3238|The power and the mystery of pain. 3238|I know not the way I go. But I walk 3238|The roads of the ages of past history. 3238|If there is hope ere I come to this end, 3238|Ask it, Lord, and pardon its cause." 3238|A voice cried, "Go!" 3238|I went to the wood path from the wooded glade, 3238|There was a breeze of the summer blowing, 3238|The leaves were bright, the air was soft, 3238|Catching of a maiden sitting there, 3238|Under the boughs of a lilied tree. 3238|The tree showed her dark cheek peeping 3238|O'er all her brow with a smile of sweetness, 3238|Laughing at my love to be free, 3238|But not with her arms to clasp me. 3238|I led her by the hand to the lilied seat, 3238|The shade was full of golden stars, 3238|The flowers were fragrant, but I knew 3238|The heart of the maiden was mine not. 3238|She leaned above the hem of her long pale dress, 3238|I put her chin above the velvet arm, 3238|She laid her cheek upon my knee to rest, 3238|Then I rose, and from her arm I took her hand, 3238|Kissing the earth to kiss her face so fair: 3238|"Sweet one, come to me; 3238|I will make you whole"-- 3238|With her arm out, for the night wind screamed and shook her. 3238|We passed the village gate; above it flew 3238|The wild fowl calling each to each; the night 3238|Brought to the maiden beauty and delight, 3238|But with me all the night's ======================================== SAMPLE 41120 ======================================== 2619|But the boy, the little boy, 2619|Who is walking in the lane 2619|Is laughing a merry sound 2619|And shouting with head upraised, 2619|Because his heart is set 2619|To conquer the maids and love 2619|That look in his mother's eyes. 2619|His mother says, and her eyes are bright with joy:-- 2619|"How will you learn to follow me?" 2619|She says, and her eyes are bright with joy:-- 2619|"How will you learn to follow me?" 2619|And I'm certain, upon enquiry, there's nothing in it; 2619|But I know what her answer's going to be:-- 2619|And if you ask me, and I learn to follow you, 2619|I say, Good-night, Good-bye, Good-morning to you! 2619|I know what my mother shall say:-- 2619|And if you ask me and I learn to follow you, 2619|I say, Good-night, Good-morning, to you! 2619|I know what my father shall say:-- 2619|And, if I can learn to follow you, 2619|I say, Good-night, Good-morning, to you! 2619|And if you ask me and I learn to follow you, 2619|I say, Good-night, Good-morning, to you! 2619|What, do you think, shall my mother say? 2619|And, do you think, my father shall say? 2619|But, my dearie, the day is so soon near 2619|When I'll marry somebody else. 2619|My mother's a belle, my father's a knight, 2619|I'm very poor, and live as ill as I can; 2619|And, oh! she's very fond of me! 2619|My Father's been dying long, 2619|And my mother's been dead wise; 2619|I think he's done and left me here; 2619|But I know how it will all be all o'er, 2619|I've but to call and she will come, 2619|And she'll come with her mother sweet, 2619|And they'll both pick me up and go, 2619|And she'll come with her mother sweet. 2619|Ah, the sun shines bright, and the wind is strong, 2619|And the snow lies thick on the ground, 2619|And the flowers have all bloom'd this April day, 2619|But I loiter in cold and mire. 2619|I am loath to leave the ground I've trod, 2619|The mead I know so many loves, 2619|And the happy eyes of friends I love, 2619|And the arms that fondle my arm. 2619|I go, a wanderer, on a lonely road, 2619|Alone, I'm lonely as the night, 2619|Yet the wind blows clear, the snow is hard, 2619|And the earth is strewn with its dead. 2619|As the flowers that deck the springtide bed, 2619|Or the flowers that trail their fruited bays, 2619|All blossom here and withered there-- 2619|Yet the spring is full of fresh delight, 2619|And the spring is full of woe. 2619|For every tear that scrubs the blue of day, 2619|For every thorn that smiteth the cheek, 2619|For every jutting crag that swings in air, 2619|For every rock of grim degree, 2619|Was giv'n by chivalric champions bold: 2619|Blind chance! they wrought their will of yore, 2619|And passed it on to you--the brave! 2619|And now they sleep in quiet shade, 2619|Forgotten of the song of mirth, 2619|And every turf that slopes to show 2619|The meadow-grasses 'neath their feet. 2619|There 's a pleasant land beyond the sea, 2619|A slender isle in uncharted lands, 2619|Frequented by a sunny race, 2619|That never trod the earth, nor breathed the air: 2619|A place of flowers, of fruit and olive trees, 2619|Of lofty mountains, and of gentle bowers ======================================== SAMPLE 41130 ======================================== 10602|To my great Foe, and with great pain to thee; 10602|For that great Father both both ye must dread 10602|And both yourselves must suffer, onely this 10602|Through the sad captivity of my Love; 10602|The other, that his heart hath ever spide, 10602|And shall by thee suffer, must both in woe 10602|With all other wantings still increase his care. 10602|Him then to visit and to heal shall I 10602|When I once more his selfe out of his place 10602|Return, and to myselfe his selfe at home, 10602|To make me his sweete consort in his bower." 10602|Thus she, with wailing and great sorrowe, 10602|So much to soone follow'd teares and sighs. 10602|But soon as her sweetheart againe was come, 10602|Ne saidfornish beast, which ne're did take 10602|The sweetest of all meats, to be feasted. 10602|She, that to him oft with griefe did teare, 10602|Ne did she not her tears to wet his cheek; 10602|Ne, with her troubled heart, nor her bluee might, 10602|Her weeping eyes no more his glose outbrake. 10602|Yet, when she saw the sweetheart both at home, 10602|And oft with wailing and with sorrowe 10602|So much at both her hands to soone follow, 10602|She, that was now well pleas'd with that way* 10602|Of weeping, and had there soone been at all, 10602|Yet would she, for such she might be in spirit, 10602|In memory thereof, of her goodnesse. 10602|And for her wailing might soone be appeased, 10602|Ne would she therefor beare his sweetheart dead: 10602|Yet might she therewithal a kind, seate heart 10602|In remembrance of her grieffull afflictions, 10602|Pray her, that for the sweetest of her cares, 10602|She nere might by that cruel pain be weary. 10602|But at the last, and for the first time peeping, 10602|Ne will she minde him either in his care, 10602|Ne for no mirth nor doting in his face, 10602|Ne nere let be seen her eyes so long disprising. 10602|Soone after that, she mighte finde him at rest, 10602|Yet in her bosome she would not by the wound 10602|Dissembled be, but out of her inmost soul 10602|Still by remembrance of her grieffull name, 10602|She weeping would her owne shame withst upbraid. 10602|Yet she, that nere would his name unto him bowe, 10602|But thus to him her owne shame eternally 10602|Would from her breast forthwith by her selfe be falle, 10602|And of his name eternally be damned; 10602|And therefore would she nere for him upbraid, 10602|Ne nere for him, but nere her sad heart would quail. 10602|So having got, she would her sorrow take, 10602|And gan out of her her selfe soone to sing 10602|That dule with which her breast did in her rome 10602|Frowned a fole, that she might never see his face. 10602|Ne did her gentle-mindede hand keep still 10602|The ruddy, warm blood, which from his was spred, 10602|Ne would she that her hand should never rest 10602|On aught that did his owne blood ever shed, 10602|Ne would she that her love should never grow 10602|With his, where such a wonder did befall; 10602|But, of her owne shame, would she his name do, 10602|And for his sake would sing for ever so. 10602|Ne would she that his hand should never grow, 10602|Ne that his hand should never grow in kind, 10602|Ne that his hand would never grow with grace 10602|In kinde, but that he her true praise would rende. 10602|Ne would she that his wounds her would enioye, 10602|Ne that his wounds her would be aye ======================================== SAMPLE 41140 ======================================== 2619|For the sea is a dream of foam; 2619|The wind is a fairy ghost 2619|In the trees on the hillside; 2619|And she is a virgin wild 2619|In the forests of the wild. 2619|But the sea-weed on the hill 2619|Is a scourge to the careless thief; 2619|The wind-weed that lifts thy white breast 2619|Is the thorn of the death-doomed tree. 2619|For all things with the earth are made 2619|From out the sea; and, oh, if aught should break 2619|From out the sea it must be life, 2619|The life of the sea-grass' crown. 2619|The sea is the life of thee. 2619|The sun is the life of the sea; 2619|The moon, the love of life; 2619|And the sea-birds to whom the sea-wind 2619|Is bride and mother all the year. 2619|For only the wild wind 2619|But knows thy form now; 2619|And only the sun knows thee, 2619|And only the sea-bird now. 2619|He woos thee into love; 2619|And every little wing 2619|Is like a maiden's that is weeping-- 2619|The wild wind is his lady! 2619|He wakes thee out of sleep; 2619|And in his breath is love; 2619|He is a sea and a moon, 2619|And all the winds of heaven. 2619|He is not strong as war, 2619|He is not small as hate; 2619|He is not cold as night, 2619|He is not as the sky; 2619|But he is strong as love 2619|On the lips of little men. 2619|Little dreams, do you not thrill? 2619|Little dreams, but yet not fright? 2619|Little dreams, if we could see 2619|What you really are, 2619|I'd understand. 2619|Little tears, little kisses, 2619|Are for the little feet, 2619|Are for the little hands, 2619|All through the summer long. 2619|We know not why, but we do know: 2619|There's happiness in the light of noon. 2619|There's peace with stars above us laid: 2619|There's a little peace, at last. 2619|Then we go our merry way 2619|And love each other as we naturally ought. 2619|When the winter comes, my love, 2619|And the snows begin again; 2619|When the winds blow keen and cold, 2619|And the leaves hang shriveled and still; 2619|When the birds are seldom heard to sing 2619|And the flowers are none to see; 2619|O then, my true love, when you're away, 2619|I'll come to you and Winter again! 2619|When the winter comes, my love, 2619|And the clouds are dark and deep; 2619|At dawn through the trees I'll softly steal, 2619|And with me you will not stay; 2619|O then, my true love, when you're away, 2619|I'll come to you and Winter again! 2619|When the winter comes, my love, 2619|And the winds grow loud and drear; 2619|Then will the leaves above you heave, 2619|And the ground under be tall; 2619|O then, my true love, when you're away, 2619|I'll come to you and Winter again! 2619|O, a rose in my bosom, my love, 2619|Where are my rose-flowers now? 2619|O, a breath in the summer air, 2619|Where are my summer fancies now? 2619|Nay, a breath of the East, where the sunset glows, 2619|And the sea, all white, is white with the moonlight's gleams, 2619|And a grave beside me, my true love, 2619|Where is my true love now? 2619|O, a song in the winter night 2619|Of the glory of the sun, where is he? 2619|O, a song of the sunset, when, by the lonely sea, 2619|The stars rise ======================================== SAMPLE 41150 ======================================== 1229|He'd no time. So the old man sat, 1229|A-watching the way a fleabag went; 1229|And then the little gray bird that clung 1229|On the old gray man's neck and breast 1229|And clung all day long and all night long 1229|Till death came at last without the dash 1229|Of hissing on his face and throat. 1229|"And this is a song," said he to himself, 1229|"That I shall sing to the end of days, 1229|And, ah!" said he, "for a bird of song 1229|It's better than a hunter's life!" 1229|Said the bird to the old man; "I see 1229|You think the hunter is a joke; 1229|And I will tell you the secret of life, 1229|And why we have to wear the garb." 1229|Said the old man to the bird: "Listen!" 1229|And "Listen!" answered the bird: "you see 1229|That when you shoot a bear in sight, 1229|Two are enough" -- 1229|And the truth came to light -- 1229|You have two fattening skins 1229|When you shoot a bear in sight!" 1229|Said the old man to the bird: "It seems" 1229|"It seems" answered the bird: "we're meant 1229|To be the eyes and ears of our kind; 1229|And so we live -- live free -- live our lives -- 1229|Live our days as long as men." 1229|Said the old man to the bird: "So" 1229|"So" answered the bird: "we're meant 1229|To be the eyes and ears of our kind; 1229|But if it come to death, we must die; 1229|For we, like men, can see and hear a thing 1229|And a thing seen and heard -- but men are blind." 1229|Said the old man to the bird: "So" 1229|"So" answered the bird: "we're meant 1229|To be the eyes and ears of our kind; 1229|But men are blind -- for they are blind 1229|To the meaning of sight and sound; 1229|And so they let their selfish wants constrain 1229|Their blind desires to things above -- 1229|And so they live, and so they die, 1229|And there is no death." 1229|So we learn 1229|Life is only worth the living of -- 1229|The love for which men strive for gain, 1229|And all the hard labor in the quest. 1229|And what is best of all: 1229|To be at rest -- that is what we mean 1229|Who, to the end of days, 1229|Are no longer striving to be more -- 1229|And all day long they strive to be more, 1229|And not let gain come between. 1229|A man who knows a manger is a manger? 1229|A man who gets his day of reckoning at the last? 1229|Who always knows what's what? A man who never 1229|Has a clue as to what a man may have done? 1229|A man for whom no facts are ever struck in his life, 1229|But is yet struck in all the strikes he's had? 1229|Or a man who has a stroke of some sudden intelligence, 1229|But never quite knows when it struck him? 1229|A man who comes to nothing but nothing at all? 1229|A man with which -- for years, weeks, and days? -- 1229|Never a figure of one of his children or a friend, 1229|But is struck and struck in all his children's faces? 1229|Or who comes to nothing but something at last? 1229|A man who comes to nothing but comes to much at one 1229|With his own folly and the folly of others? 1229|A man who comes to nothing but never comes at all? 1229|(Oh, not by accident, but by way of surprise! ) 1229|A man who's always coming, but never comes at all? 1229|A man, I think, whose death is a sudden event? 1229|No one ever comes but comes the death of one 1229|Whom ======================================== SAMPLE 41160 ======================================== 8187|Thy dear example's been known thro' the world, 8187|Thy gentle voice thy mother-tongue, 8187|Taught thee to smile and to sigh and to weep; 8187|A voice that all thy kindred can sing, 8187|For thy dear brother is sleeping so deep. 8187|Thou never wouldst forget, O, sweet! 8187|Whose memory lives in every breath, 8187|That thou mightst hear thro' this day, 8187|To thy dying eyes the message which falls 8187|From the hand of one more blest than thou:-- 8187|"'Twas thine own brother's voice--ah! thine own-- 8187|Thy brothers, too, were thy friends in the chase-- 8187|"They bore thee, child, the fruit of their toiling; 8187|"And thou hast blest the cup of your glory 8187|"With the breath of their labor. In every vein 8187|"'Twas thine own voice--ah! thine own-- 8187|"And thou couldst the glory of all the rest 8187|"A bright and blissful memory bestow on. 8187|"A bright and blissful memory, which wilt one day 8187|"With one bright and blissful--none beside? 8187|"When thou thy blessed memory didst impart 8187|"To those who knew not whose it was save their own, 8187|"To the world I forget not--it may be 'twas 8187|"Then thou didst to each a new Paradise bring, 8187|"And in each Paradise thou didst thyself. 8187|"Thou art most blest, my loved and lonely Brother! 8187|"And thy name, oh! sweet! may'st be blest all the while." 8187|"But not alone in the blessed circle of songs, 8187|"Oh! not in the blessed circle of songs, my Brother! 8187|"I love not to go alone; 8187|"There's a great world round me too, 8187|"A great world, a strange, wild world, where all is well, 8187|"But not in the blessed circle of songs, my Brother! 8187|"I love not the world so much that I can bear alone 8187|"A world so blest as this world to some; 8187|"And if it were all but the song from my dear brain 8187|"I could love it all, while I have it here; 8187|"But not in the blessed circle of songs, my Brother! 8187|"No, not in thy great circles of songs--they are 8187|"Too wild for me, too small for me. 8187|"No, not in the blessed circle of songs--'tis true, 8187|"If they took the place of my own--Oh! never, never, 8187|"When they came around me--my dear!-- 8187|"I could hate it all--my--_my! 8187|"And this world round me must be the world no song could fill 8187|"With a joy so far in excess in its power." 8187|This was said in his mother's sweet voice; 8187|And the mother said, as she whispered 8187|With eyes that seemed to glisten, 8187|"Thou canst not love me, my darling boy, 8187|"Unless, like him, thou know the way, 8187|"The blessing of the waters, 8187|"And the bliss without end of the lakes, 8187|"Thou canst not love me, my darling boy, 8187|"But through the beautiful view 8187|"Of the lake below, you shall take 8187|"The joy of all the waves below, 8187|"And the light of all the shore." 8187|With these words of sweet speech, dear lad, 8187|This light upon thy brow, 8187|This hope of all their bliss around, 8187|This thought of all above. 8187|For this is the time that I long 8187|For the world so lovely, the shore 8187|Which the waves in the day, in the night, 8187|Hang from the sky's brow! 8187|The moon's white moon-point 8187|Is the heaven of the day, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 41170 ======================================== 19221|The night was spent; and he that to the shore 19221|Beheld it rising tow'rds the town, 19221|Gazed with a happy and constraining smile, 19221|As three times salutary thoughts he stole 19221|Among the old heaths of the county. 19221|He gazed among the heaths, nor dreamed that he 19221|In midnorthern Higne had arrive; 19221|Nor feigned joy, but felt a sense of woe, 19221|And hope of change, far distant from the coast; 19221|Nor that the land was desolate, nor that 19221|The winds, with sudden and adverse blast, 19221|Had cast him on the barren isle. 19221|It is not written, nor is it likely, 19221|That I, the old man said, who lie 19221|On this cold land, shall lack the warm blood 19221|And feeling of those ancient days; 19221|And would I were bet'ring pence in store, 19221|Or that the earth was smooth and young! 19221|But if the seas of old time dow'r'd my frame, 19221|O then the story must be true, 19221|That even the young earth is well able 19221|To quell the fire of youth and youth; 19221|For never was I known to feel 19221|Thro' skin and hair and sinewy frame 19221|To pulse, and cool the summer sun. 19221|Nor can I deem that these bleak climes 19221|Have ever harboured bird or beast 19221|That knew the gentle care of man: 19221|For he that walks abroad, alone, 19221|Might hope some human nature there 19221|Had found their prison door secure 19221|Against the tempests and the wind: 19221|But there the uncouth goblin drives, 19221|And hates the scoffs of nature's jest; 19221|And from the rocky headlands, where 19221|It rests upon its downy nest, 19221|The wild ducks fly in wrath and dread, 19221|And from the waves the sea-gulls shriek. 19221|Yet still with human kind it will 19221|Feel sympathy and find delight; 19221|But when the world is turning blind 19221|To stranger skies, to greater things, 19221|Will turn from human with surprise 19221|And view the wonders of the deep; 19221|And from its youthful, careless pride 19221|Will gaze upon its native skies 19221|And feel the sympathy of heav'n; 19221|In all its young and innocent pride, 19221|Will scan its vastness with a glance, 19221|Will gaze on worlds, wherein it hath birth, 19221|And view new worlds as swiftly there, 19221|That it shall change to other lands. 19221|For I was born beneath the sun, 19221|And, while I breathe, the earth doth move 19221|Upon her revolving ways, 19221|And my young heart with pleasure beats 19221|And beats with hopes of world-to-morrow. 19221|The birds were singing in the clover, 19221|But I was sleeping on the hill: 19221|And so I dreamt in my peaceful reverie, 19221|Of homely russet-grey furred;-- 19221|And I crept to the thicket where I sat, 19221|And so I dreamt in my peaceful reverie. 19221|My father's hound was a fuddy-duddy, 19221|And I my mawyer's dog was three; 19221|And each had his grave by the sunny Gate, 19221|And each had a brand in his han', 19221|And nothing to wear but a white hand glove, 19221|And nothing to wear but a white hand glove. 19221|And where the last of morn had dreamed his morn, 19221|My mawyer's dog came out of the gate 19221|With a little spurs of red on his heels, 19221|A little spurs of red on his heels; 19221|And I went round to the neighbouring houses, 19221|And I knelt down in the old church pew, 19221|And so I knelt down by each house, 19221|And so I knelt at each domestic fire, ======================================== SAMPLE 41180 ======================================== 1287|That, by the law of love, she was 1287|My own, and to this day and future 1287|Unchanged. 1287|Now, as all things, both bright and black, 1287|Are for our good or evil, 1287|Let us at once give all we have, 1287|And take the wealth of years! 1287|So, in this busy world of ours, 1287|We must all act on the impulse 1287|Of our lives; the joy will then be 1287|Expressed in each heart. I have heard 1287|That in the depths of nature's heart 1287|The world begins; and I would fain, 1287|For the first time, have formed my vow 1287|That I alone should be the one 1287|For a maiden maiden's heart to feel! 1287|O, if my promise had been true 1287|For my own soul's salvation, 1287|Would I not have so gladly brought 1287|As a slave one hand of servile clay! 1287|And shall I not, with joyful soul, 1287|Give her up to her desires, 1287|To seek out the happy home 1287|Where the bright suns illumine! 1287|As a boy to-day I'd sing, 1287|With the joyous lark at heart; 1287|And when I with childish will 1287|Would that little lassie join, 1287|My heart, now happy, would be gay, 1287|When each little voice would be merry. 1287|And when the night upon me lay, 1287|O would I with a childlike face 1287|That child's dear smile each day beguile! 1287|And would that every year with me 1287|I a child would see with joy, 1287|When with my fellow children we 1287|Should all delightfully play together! 1287|I see, I see the sun, that shines, 1287|At dawn, at evening, noon, and night, 1287|In clouds that veil its dazzling light, 1287|In clouds which, when my eyes' bright glass turn, 1287|I must not see the sun as yet! 1287|With the light, I see the stars arise, 1287|In heaven, in moonlight, on the sea, 1287|In wind-bewildered woods, and by the brink 1287|Of troubled water; and within 1287|The dark I see the long-drawn line of light 1287|Like the long thread of a web that glimmers, 1287|Which by the light of it a fisher hauls, 1287|And then by the light he makes a web. 1287|And as the moon goes through the sky, 1287|My thoughts fly upward through the night, 1287|And they, so far from earth, are free 1287|From trouble and care; then I must say, 1287|'The days of life are short;' and from thence 1287|My life must fly so quick away. 1287|Thus does the day-star rise; so long 1287|The night-tide; so short so ever! 1287|'Tis in the hour which most makes sweet 1287|The food of life, and, from it, draws 1287|The breath of life; and all the while 1287|The day-star rises high, for well 1287|The time is short and life's most sweet. 1287|If the sweet morning be too late, 1287|The night-tide too soon is noon 1287|And that is to the hour to go, 1287|And that is the hour to sleep! 1287|The sun is not at rest on high, 1287|Nor yet is the shadow at rest, 1287|He, too, is in motion; 1287|A hundred thousand shapes are round 1287|The sun with light, while I am one 1287|Of the few who are but one! 1287|Thus all our time we must give and take; 1287|The moon is not still, but, as fresh tears, 1287|The clouds are in motion. 1287|If the snow-white rose is not fair to see 1287|It is too soon, too soon; if a star, 1287|The storm is at bay; if the river-bed 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 41190 ======================================== 1280|'T is not a man's voice speaking. 1280|How shall we know if he be wise 1280|Who stands between us and ourselves. 1280|'T is the old, old story over,-- 1280|And all the folk are weary. 1280|Who do you think is speaking 1280|With the old woman and us? 1280|We're not yet forty, young and fair, 1280|But a good deal older. 1280|She seems a little out of place-- 1280|We're not a step or more apart, 1280|And she seems the old woman. 1280|But there's a good deal of common sense 1280|In our speaking with each other. 1280|The old woman is half mad 1280|For the common sense of us. 1280|The common sense of him-- 1280|We are all of us together 1280|I wish I would say something, 1280|But I can't. 1280|You know I cannot answer you, 1280|But I can't speak. 1280|They say you're wiser than I am 1280|And you say you're more cunning. 1280|That means a lot of things, 1280|But it most probably means naught to me, 1280|If you'd gone with him. 1280|If you'd gone with him. 1280|I'll say it. 1280|We'd have learned in the woods together 1280|What time we'd been married. 1280|If you'd gone with him. 1280|I have forgotten all about it 1280|But what I've said is true. 1280|And if you'll tell the tale to me 1280|And set it in rhyme, 1280|You'll learn the common ways I have 1280|Of thinking of men. 1280|I have loved you till I'm sure 1280|You've come to me for satisfaction, 1280|And for the kind of woman I have missed, 1280|My dear, 1280|I'll tell it you. 1280|The young man goes to sea. 1280|The old man stays at home. 1280|The young man marries a wife. 1280|The old man marries a wife. 1280|I have met the young man 1280|At the fair. 1280|I have met him 1280|At the fair. 1280|I have met him 1280|At the fair. 1280|He has been to Spain. 1280|He is old and tired. 1280|He has been to Spain. 1280|He has been to Spain. 1280|He is not old or tired. 1280|He is not old or tired. 1280|He has been to Spain. 1280|He is not old or tired. 1280|I have been to Spain. 1280|I have been to Spain 1280|I have been to Spain 1280|The old man and the young man 1280|In the town of Aves. 1280|She walks among us. 1280|She walks among us. 1280|I will not go with her. 1280|Go somewhere safe away from her. 1280|Go somewhere out of her sight. 1280|In the road. 1280|In the road. 1280|The old woman is singing. 1280|She is singing like a lark. 1280|To the tune of "My Country, My Self." 1280|I have met the young man who goes to sea. 1280|I have met him at the fair. 1280|I have met him at the fair. 1280|I have met him at the fair. 1280|I am at his side to this hour. 1280|God grant he find us at the fair. 1280|I have been to Spain 1280|I am at his side to this hour. 1280|God grant she never will leave him. 1280|God grant she never will leave me. 1280|He went up to sea with a broken leg. 1280|(Saw him when he was old.) 1280|He went up to sea with a broken leg 1280|(Saw him when he was old.) 1280|He was at home with his wife 1280|When he saw the ships come in. 1280|But I met ======================================== SAMPLE 41200 ======================================== 14993|Vida, y tú tu sangre de su ninfa pálida 14993|De sus víctimas alcanzas la ausencia 14993|Al solito de dura otra vez oído; 14993|Y víctima y estarán con esto que falso 14993|Las canoras y calaveras pura el alto. 14993|Y el alto purificar con su odio maravilla, 14993|Por ti cazador de ti colina, 14993|Los ecos de oro y lison desnarce de la boca. 14993|Vida, y tú tu sangre de su ninfa pálida, 14993|De sus víctimas alcanzas la ausencia, 14993|Al solito de dura otra vez oído; 14993|Y víctima y estarán con esto que falso 14993|Las canoras y calaveras pura el alto. 14993|The sun is in the sky, 14993|The light is in his train; 14993|The flower is on the spray, 14993|The moonbeam lies on sea. 14993|We follow in his track, 14993|And the world looks large on us. 14993|His wing the eagle beats, 14993|In the darkness deep we rove, 14993|Through fields of myrtles white, 14993|Where the dewy spring-tree woos the breeze. 14993|'T is from the night and storm, 14993|The dews of the night and storm, 14993|That his song comes up to me. 14993|And I make answer with the song, 14993|As I wander down the darkling street: 14993|"Love, what is thy name?" I say. 14993|"I ask thee, sweeter maiden, 14993|Where's the light that was thine own? 14993|Say, would it be folly, 14993|Hadst thou a husband 14993|True as his word was." 14993|"Nay, maiden, naught can bind 14993|The heart that longs for a light; 14993|But what care I for gold 14993|Or raiment rich and fine, 14993|I would my lover's love again impart." 14993|Alone, away, 14993|In the wild woods, 14993|With thy heart in suspense, 14993|Thy faithful words I hear. 14993|Till a bell begins 14993|To summon us to bed. 14993|"Come away, come away, 14993|Where the wild-wood birds 14993|Pour forth their melody. 14993|Where the streams flow clear, 14993|Sound, in the meadows, 14993|Of the sweet bird and leaf. 14993|Doubt not, maiden, 14993|That I have thy heart 14993|With mine own ever, 14993|As thy heart's tune is piping, 14993|So thy heart's tune is piping." 14993|In the darkling woods, 14993|With thy heart in suspense, 14993|Thy faithful words I hear. 14993|In the darkling bowers, 14993|With thy heart in suspense, 14993|My love, my love, thy sweetheart, 14993|My true love is she! 14993|All the leaves are silent. 14993|All the flowers are withered. 14993|The wild winds beat, 14993|And the night is darkening 14993|With the silence of the stars. 14993|The darkling waters, 14993|At the night of night, 14993|When the moon is smiling 14993|Through the gloom, come softly 14993|Crying in my ears. 14993|They are calling on me. 14993|All I hear is longing, 14993|For thy love is near, 14993|And thy kisses are like rain. 14993|I would keep thee safe 14993|Till the night was gone, 14993|I would kiss thee, 14993|Whilst thy love-light shone. 14993|And, if ever they are silent, 14993|And have grown so dark 14993|And so sad that it maddens me, ======================================== SAMPLE 41210 ======================================== 1728|stained in blood. He did not dare to fly away till he heard that the 1728|warrior had fallen a hero.] 1728|'Lo, there he lies, and I know that he was a valiant man, and that 1728|the son of Zeus was with him. But sayeth a God, "Why is this 1728|man lying on the earth? Hast thou slain an hero,--and the 1728|thou wouldst fain have my bow of the bronze, which is the 1728|shield of all the Argives, and which I will give thee, and 1728|give thee strength to make the arrow of thy hand more deadly 1728|and craftliest of flight? Yea, I know that Zeus the lord of 1728|men hath led thee to destruction. Thou shalt surely die in my 1728|hands, when in the morning thou shalt see my house in sore 1728|need of thee, and my sons must bury thee as at rest in the 1728|deeps of the land." 1728|'Then Zeus would fain have my bow of the bronze, and his 1728|strength. But I have seen him die among the sons of the 1728|Argives, and I say that the sun shall never help him in 1728|his trouble. Come then, for I will give thee the shield of 1728|All-seeing Jove that he lent to thee in the days of your 1728|affection, when he sent you on board a goodly ship and given 1728|to thee in his own due time. There was no need to give it him in 1728|the days of your desire; but now, if he would help you in your 1728|battle, the gods who live above will grant him glad renown.' 1728|Then the goddess, grey-eyed Athene, answered him: 'Be not 1728|yoked to the counsel of Fate, which is the bridegroom's, and 1728|will never take it from him. Verily in wise wise things do not 1728|any mortal make trial of the Gods, but all is done on thine 1728|account.' 1728|And Odysseus of many counsels answered her saying: 'Yea, she is 1728|thereof no false woman, for my bow has never wrought loss to 1728|any of the Achaeans.' 1728|'What mightest thou have given him, then, indeed, that he 1728|might fulfil thy desire?' 1728|'Odysseus of many counsels answered her greatly saying: 1728|'"Nay, of all gifts the gifts are foremost in my mind, for 1728|the gift of a friend to a hero. But I will make an end of 1728|wandering in the wilderness, a man slain in his own land. 1728|Therefore give me and his horse the bow, whosoever may behold me. 1728|But if he is to return alive, give me to bear him over to 1728|your city. Even though thou give me a cloak for my body, I 1728|will give your city a man alive.' 1728|'Nay,' she answered him, 'not with gold, since our fathers 1728|were rich in gold. But I will give your city an 1728|alive and stout man of renown, and bring up my children 1728|well in your city, in the eyes of men.' 1728|When they had thus exchanged gifts and gifts of wooing, 1728|the mighty-hearted Telemachus spake among them, saying: 1728|'Ye goodly yet poor men, accept of this my gifts.' 1728|(Then wise Penelope answered him:) 'Foolish daughter, 1728|that thou hast wooed me, though I will give thee now 1728|what thou wert willing to get for thine offer. Say, 1728|wherefore comest thou hither from out of the land of 1728|the Trojans and from Ilios, when thou askedest me thus 1728|in the day of thy temptation? What counsel wilt thou 1728|make me now by asking such a thing? For I am come 1728|forth from the feast and from the house of my father, that 1728|I might enquire thee about it and teach thee, if I might find 1728|thee such wisdom as unto us are wont, that is, knowledge 1728|of the heart. And this is at the same time ======================================== SAMPLE 41220 ======================================== 4332|Like birds in their plumage, 4332|In such bright colours 4332|And such lovely lines 4332|They will be sure to come across the sea 4332|Like precious memories in a book. 4332|A book which, though a wonderful book, 4332|In its simplicity will be good: 4332|And if I've not been so diligent 4332|In telling the story of my youth, 4332|My story may be very well known. 4332|For the good old men who died in glory 4332|Are as dear to memory's heart as to Thee, 4332|And would have been as dear were it told 4332|Among the things I now would fain rehearse, 4332|As, had they lived, their stories would be told. 4332|But what they died for, 4332|Who would have thought would come to pass, 4332|Was, to have lived, 4332|To have loved, 4332|To have lived, and not dying, 4332|To have loved, and not dying. 4332|I think, with all our human things for us, 4332|It would have been life more truly ours 4332|Had they not been of God's blood, 4332|And as like Him, in the same breath, 4332|As our very souls, 4332|In God's name, 4332|All the other lives' great things they died for 4332|Have been of theirs the better parts; 4332|And the old words, 4332|They would have lived, 4332|They would have loved, 4332|They would have lived, and not dying. 4332|The great years they perished in, 4332|We had to live with them for them. 4332|We who are now of such a life 4332|Are now of such a death; 4332|And we would have loved 4332|For the love of them 4332|Love that would have lived with them. 4332|They lived for us; 4332|Not for their own sake, 4332|But because of ours; 4332|And we might have loved 4332|That were living now, 4332|Being of the blood we now would fain have loved 4332|All the good lives died for us,-- 4332|All the lives and passions, passions-- 4332|Like our very souls 4332|In being and being loved. 4332|So the life we now are living 4332|Was a great deal happier life than they; 4332|And we would have loved 4332|For the love of them, 4332|All the lives of us who now are living 4332|Being of the power they now can wield. 4332|And we might have lived, 4332|Being of this life, 4332|All the lives and passions we were dying for, 4332|All the souls we long to be making; 4332|Seeing, through our very pain, 4332|That were not dead, 4332|But living and being made; 4332|Being of their world's power, 4332|And the world's life 4332|Being of our very life. 4332|Not knowing, not being named, 4332|Not fearing, no fear of those who hate you, 4332|Nor one pain at the slightest touch of yours. 4332|In my arms your face 4332|I have kept 4332|For past love's sake 4332|So that I might look at it 4332|And see what I saw not see at first. 4332|In my arms and in your breast 4332|I have kept all 4332|That at first seemed dead 4332|And dead to my sight 4332|And made a living soul of you, 4332|And found once more your beautiful face. 4332|You that seemed dead 4332|To my heart, 4332|I have gained 4332|The very living new life you gave 4332|Out of the dead things of long ago, 4332|And made of what you had died something new 4332|That in my arms you now might see. 4332|How does a ghost love his grave? 4332|His poor grave, poor flesh and bone, 4332|Is but a grave to keep him quiet, 4332|An empty grave beside a grave, 4332|Which no ghost loves his ======================================== SAMPLE 41230 ======================================== 37132|_Oh the night is dark, we cannot wake and go; 37132|But we must watch, for I know what shall come._ 37132|_Come out of your beds, my little ones; 37132|To bed, my babes, come, the dewy morn is here._ 37132|_Oh the night is dark, we cannot wake and go; 37132|But we must watch, for I know what shall come._ 37132|We'll watch each other's hands till the light fades, 37132|We'll seek to hide from pain, my love; 37132|Then we will hide in the dark and we'll seek 37132|To make you a night of your night, 37132|For the dew is falling from heaven above, 37132|And the night is falling from heaven below. 37132|_Oh the night is dark, we cannot wake and go; 37132|But we must watch, for I know what shall come._ 37132|_Come out of your beds; dear baby, come; 37132|It is morn and I cannot sleep._ 37132|_It is day; it is the dawning light._ 37132|_It's very dark now and we cannot wake and go; 37132|But we must watch for what comes next._ 37132|_Oh the night is dark, we cannot wake and go; 37132|But we must watch and we must not weep._ 37132|_Come out of your beds--to bed; 37132|Come, my dear babes, come, it is dark._ 37132|_It's dawn and I do not sleep._ 37132|_And it's darkness, and it's I must sleep._ 37132|_It's light and it's we must sleep._ 37132|_Oh the night is dim and all goes o'er._ 37132|_It's light and it's I shall sleep._ 37132|_It's light and it's we must sleep._ 37132|_It's light and it's I see in our dreams._ 37132|_Heaven is white and it's bright; 37132|It's a goodly light when night is past._ 37132|_Then it's a fair light, O it is bright; 37132|It's a fair light to me, for it is fairest light._ 37132|_And it's darkness when it is done._ 37132|_It's darkness, and it's a night that will never wake._ 37132|To-day is the last, you think? 37132|But do not count the minutes flown 37132|Until the shadows gather; 37132|It's too late now to start this night 37132|And hide it so with care. 37132|It's too late, too late. 37132|O it's too late. 37132|It's too late. 37132|Why did I want it so? 37132|The rain is on the roof again, 37132|The wind is loud, and why not? 37132|The lamp is dim and the night is cold, 37132|And I must hide it away. 37132|It's too late--too late. 37132|I'll not forget; the night was fair, 37132|The moon was fair, the birds were free; 37132|But why that day was never fair? 37132|I know it can not be. 37132|No matter, 37132|Till I sleep, and if I sleep 37132|God will wake me by and by. 37132|To-night I'm tired, O it's hard to think; 37132|And it's hard to sleep, and it's hard to think 37132|That all in vain, and all in vain, 37132|We seek to be what God meant we were. 37132|_Oh the night is dark, we cannot wake and go, 37132|For the dews are falling from heaven above; 37132|But we must watch for what comes next, 37132|And hide each step we run 37132|Until our eyes are drenched._ 37132|_Come out of your beds; dear baby, come; 37132|It is morn and I cannot sleep._ 37132|_It is day, and it is the dawn of day._ 37132|_And it's the lark that we hear in the sky._ 37132|_Then it's our bed, O it's our bed. 37132|It ======================================== SAMPLE 41240 ======================================== 2294|I have no choice, I do not dare, I must 2294|And the great words he said to her in that night: 2294|"I am yours, and only yours, and that is all." 2294|I do not know if she was wise, not wise 2294|To look into his eyes and hear him speak. 2294|I have no choice, I must not tell, I will 2294|Not tell, that was his sweetest secret speech. 2294|I did not tell, I will not tell. This is 2294|My love of time, my time for my beloved. 2294|I have no breath to tell! Tell Him, tell Him. 2294|Tell Him that I love Him, that His heart is young. 2294|I have no breath to tell Him! It is done. 2294|I dare not tell Him, the word to tell Him, tell Him 2294|The word to tell Him." 2294|And now the years have come, 2294|All the years, since we were lovers, long years, 2294|Long since, and over and past 2294|The last red moon has set. 2294|I say with my heart 2294|Is not all for me. 2294|Now the years 2294|Come as years, my darling. I am grown to man's estate, 2294|And I will pass them as years, as days and nights, 2294|As many years as they will come, or might. 2294|And the wind and the tide come 2294|As years, my darling. 2294|My body still is a slave to my body's slavery. 2294|In this bed of our two lives, 2294|What slave-notes have I heard, 2294|Since our first love bloomed in my brain with the flowers of youth, 2294|In the spring of our two lives? 2294|Since our first love bloomed in my brain with the flowers of youth, 2294|How are I a slave to myself in the night, 2294|In the night when I know you are lying on my breast? 2294|How shall I tell you the name of my love in the night, 2294|Whose name and whose name are forgotten. 2294|You never forget, 2294|Whose name I never know. 2294|But my soul is still a slave to the days that passed before, 2294|And those days and those days have made a magic of the way, 2294|In the night, when you lie dreaming in your bed. 2294|And what of your smile, 2294|Whose light and shade together? 2294|Now that all time has vanished you have brought it no more. 2294|And yet, my darling, you are lying awake in the night 2294|To see what its name may be, 2294|And to look through what seems like a window 2294|For the face of my love standing there. 2294|For that face looks back at you with its eyes of fire, 2294|And is looking at you up for you. 2294|There is nothing in light that is not kind. 2294|There is nothing in shadow that is not holy. 2294|There is nothing you make of your hands in the night 2294|But draws down the dreams of your heart again. 2294|The stars come out of the sky, 2294|Like beautiful maidens' eyes; 2294|Out of the sky the wind goes, 2294|And the birds come out of the wood. 2294|You have come out of the light, 2294|You have come out of the wood: 2294|And the flowers and the birds are one. 2294|The flowers are your naked hands, 2294|And the birds are your bare breast. 2294|You bring us flowers and the birds are the birds' 2294|earthbound lives, 2294|You are the heart of an unknown woman. 2294|You bring us shadows of the night, 2294|And the shadows take the light. 2294|You bring the dear woman's house. 2294|And we take your hands and run in the light . . . 2294|O sweet love, give me the flowers first, oh, 2294|O sweet love, the flowers of your body and my 2294|the wild. 2294|The flowers are your bodies, 2294|And the shadows ======================================== SAMPLE 41250 ======================================== 2622|Where is he? I, who have always had to go. 2622|I shall have to go,--that means leaving you all alone. 2622|He's come! He's coming! He can hear the sound 2622|Of many waters in the night, 2622|And all the birds and all the winds of heaven. 2622|He has come, the little friend of flowers, 2622|Who never has come and never can come; 2622|But his long, light step and scarlet lips 2622|Show he will wait through many a future year. 2622|O he has come! I had never thought 2622|That he should come so soon, so beautiful 2622|(The roses all must wonder how 2622|They could be happier than they smell 2622|When he has come) 2622|To sniff the new leetla-flower, 2622|And wonder how 2622|He could be happier than that he can't 2622|Stay long. 2622|But he has come! Oh, bright, beautiful face. 2622|How he will love me still! how happy he 2622|Will make me be, 2622|While I, poor, wailing one, must lay 2622|Thee on my knee, 2622|And cry 2622|Until the rain is stopped 2622|And every merry bird shall sing ere long to sleep 2622|To the blue-eyed maid, the maiden fair, the flower of May. 2622|Sweet he will come, so beautiful, 2622|To be seen of all beside this quiet stream 2622|In the warm summer night, when noiseless sweep 2622|Of nightingale and sparrow wake the hum 2622|Of the moist air, and the loud cricket rings 2622|And calls his merry song; 2622|The little water-rat shall sit 2622|By the dry roots, and take what drop 2622|He needs for his swim; this little snail, 2622|The paunch of youth, shall lead the way. 2622|Then they, who loved him after his scorn, 2622|The people glad of him, the past and death, 2622|The lovers and the artists, shall come 2622|And whisper of him. He shall be there, 2622|All flushed and well; in the white moonlight 2622|Shall keep a circle round his grave. 2622|In all the gardens where he loved to pluck 2622|The scarlet blossoms, and kiss them, 2622|When he had gone to make him blossom again, 2622|In the black-winged night on his way to sleep, 2622|O my garden is a tangled net of fear 2622|All over now, I am afraid. 2622|It may be by the moon's soft rays, 2622|It may be by a moonlit sky, 2622|Oh, I know, I know, I know 2622|He will come soon again, 2622|Come soon, come soon, I know. 2622|Oh, the roses are blushing for joy, 2622|The lilies are silent in the stream, 2622|But he shall come again, 2622|Come soon, come soon, I know! 2622|In the old, old days, the red roses died 2622|Within the garden growing, 2622|The lilies too, when we heard 2622|They had grown too old 2622|To bloom in greenish glory any more, 2622|Nor wither in the moonlight pale, 2622|The wild parsley died in summer gloom. 2622|But he shall come in summer glow, 2622|In winter glow, in autumn glow. 2622|Oh, he shall come in autumn glow! 2622|If I should die to-night without a kiss 2622|Would lovers still be looking for one? 2622|Could love so easily pass? 2622|Would lovers still be standing, standing, right there, 2622|When you came by me? 2622|Ah no, not so, for I remember 2622|That I never was fair enough for 2622|Your eyes, and that I never was brave enough 2622|To face to-day! 2622|I remember that I never could prove 2622|Myself worthy you. Ah, you used to say, 2622| ======================================== SAMPLE 41260 ======================================== 24405|She has been there, and she is a Queen, 24405|And she is not for ever dead, 24405|Because she was a maiden once. 24405|She has been there, and she is a queen; 24405|We hold her in our hearts for aye 24405|With the lightness of a breath, 24405|Because of something in her life 24405|That was like death to her. 24405|She cannot ever be forgot, 24405|For in the hearts of all men 24405|She holds an elderhood, 24405|They may not see the tender smiles 24405|Of her maidenhood divine, 24405|The eyes whereon, in twilight, 24405|We watch for a new dawn. 24405|For no child of womanhood 24405|Would change her for the worst to see, 24405|And no man, in his lonely years, 24405|Would change her for the best. 24405|I shall not see her face again, 24405|I shall not touch her hand, 24405|I shall not even be her husband, 24405|Because she is not dead. 24405|But I shall think of her in silence, 24405|And shall not ask her name, 24405|Because it is some sign 24405|Of life that is out of sight. 24405|They are but toys that pass away 24405|And are not worth a sound; 24405|Their worth is measured by our tears, 24405|And we know how much by kisses. 24405|I have seen a dream, and I am mad, 24405|For I have known my Lady dead. 24405|I saw her as she passed by my arms 24405|With the tears in her dark eyes dim, 24405|In vain I called her names, she turned 24405|To shun my looking at her face, 24405|I have known her dead. 24405|I have seen a dream, and I am mad, 24405|For I have known my Lady dead, 24405|I have seen her in my soul awake, 24405|And I know my Lady dead. 24405|I have seen a dream, and I am mad 24405|And in my madness sick, 24405|As on my lips I touched you once, 24405|As I thought of my lips again, 24405|I have loved her dead. 24405|The moon comes to the city, 24405|Her moon is fair, 24405|The lamps shine in the towers, 24405|And in the wide street 24405|Shadows sweep anon. 24405|She comes as shadows, 24405|She comes as light, 24405|As shadows, as light. 24405|The moon comes to the city, 24405|Her path is plain, 24405|And on the city gate 24405|The shadow of night. 24405|"O maiden fair," 24405|She goes her way 24405|As shadows, as light. 24405|When he came out of the house 24405|The world was still, 24405|The city gate was white 24405|As the moonlight. 24405|One hand held at his side 24405|When he came out of the gate, 24405|A little boy who wept: 24405|Her eyes were full of tears, 24405|But she held his head high. 24405|She went in and found her lover 24405|Dead at her side, 24405|And on the stone her love 24405|Lay like a child. 24405|Two dead he had slain, 24405|The mother had mourned them well, 24405|The little boy had died. 24405|That heart is not inlaid 24405|And he would not lie still 24405|And sleep on the lawn, 24405|Nor lie in the house, nor lie 24405|Away in the garden. 24405|He would not be a bride 24405|And wait for his mother to come 24405|To hold her finger fair. 24405|A little child she would have been, 24405|A little child of her breath, 24405|And he would have been her bride, 24405|And the whole world over. 24405|We sit beside the fire 24405|Watching the ashes die, 24405|Where we shall lie in the grave 24405| ======================================== SAMPLE 41270 ======================================== 1280|But now the moon hath sunk to her highest 1280|To the west. 1280|With a sense of dread 1280|It was late but I knew it was eve 1280|And the sun was a-bed 1280|And it was time to eat and to sleep, 1280|For some men sleep 1280|And some men dream, 1280|And I was the dreamer; 1280|And the dreamer's voice was in my dream 1280|When the night was still, 1280|And the snow lay deep 1280|O'er hill and plain 1280|And the wind sang 1280|In my dream. 1280|I woke up mid the stars 1280|And the moon was a-watching, 1280|And the stars were my brothers. 1280|Her eyes were the eyes of a wolf and a dove 1280|And I saw in them I saw in you 1280|That the heart in me held and the feet 1280|Went wandering far away. 1280|And there was no place 1280|(I thought,) for my heart, 1280|That was mine, and yours were mine, 1280|So that I must follow them, 1280|And I knew it even then. 1280|A bird came flying through the twilight of night, 1280|I saw it flying in my dream 1280|Who was it flying through the night and darkness? 1280|He did not look at me. 1280|Had I killed him at the night? 1280|Oh, yes, I killed him from afar, afar. 1280|But it was not my blood or his that hurt me, 1280|Neither was it his that did the hurt. 1280|I watched him dying in the distance, 1280|For I thought that I heard him speak, 1280|And it was not his voice, 1280|For he was far off, 1280|And I turned my face. 1280|I never saw him more 1280|Or caught his last faint word, 1280|Or heard him passing by. 1280|THEY walk among us 1280|We are in their place. 1280|They whisper to us 1280|And we must keep quiet. 1280|They are here all the time 1280|As though the earth were Heaven; 1280|And we must watch them so 1280|In what we cannot see. 1280|I would be only one, 1280|But I walk alone, 1280|If the path I follow 1280|Is not in a dream. 1280|SCHOLAST, or the Chastity of God, by which the Christian 1280|Church, by Christ's death, by His intercession, or by the Virgin, 1280|is sanctified, chastized, and perfected. 1280|The Chastity of God has been in Baptism given the expression in 1280|two meanings:--(a) as the filial, or pledge, or promise of God, 1280|(b) as the filial impulse or pledge of Man, made present to 1280|His high and holy priesthood. 1280|As the Christian Church has not been a nomad hereto-fore, it is 1280|inseparable by sea from the other Churches. (See Appendix to 1280|THEY are marching in the night and in the light; 1280|They are waiting in the darkness, even here. 1280|We are their slaves, and are fighting for their right; 1280|We are fighting in the field for their honor. 1280|It is their will to keep this place, 1280|They to take that away from us. 1280|I am waiting and waiting in the night! 1280|And I know I wait, for it shall be 1280|I wait and watch till that time comes 1280|For that which is now beyond my ken. 1280|The sun is hot against the sky. 1280|It is time to go out and see how it grows 1280|So hot that it damps the sun's bright ray. 1280|And it takes away the light from the sky 1280|And the dark will be like that again. 1280|I will see how it grows, and see 1280|If it groweth in all my room 1280|Where the sun burns it or not. 1280|If it groweth where ======================================== SAMPLE 41280 ======================================== 2294|Thin lines of white 2294|To the sun's eager gaze 2294|Wreck like a white bird's wing! 2294|A wail of the wind, that stirs 2294|The tree-tops as it passes, 2294|The wind that stirs 2294|My heart as I read of your song, 2294|The wind that has stirred the trees 2294|And stirred the skies, of this song, 2294|Wind and tree and sky! 2294|A wail of the wind with its breath 2294|That scatters clouds on the breeze, 2294|The breath of this wind 2294|Shall make it more sweet 2294|To float like a floating dream 2294|Along the blue. 2294|The wind that came over the sea 2294|And a wave of white over the sea, 2294|And a white wave over the sea 2294|Rising and breaking with song from the North, 2294|The wind that sings its name 2294|In a note of white in the blue! 2294|You are white with the sun, and the moon at your feet, 2294|And I too, with the sea in my hair, 2294|Lifting me head and breast to the stars on high. 2294|I do dream of the years 2294|Of the sea and the land, when we played 2294|As children together, 2294|On the deck of the ship. 2294|The ship with the human sails 2294|Blowing over the stars, the wind on tow, 2294|Filling my soul with glad dreams, 2294|Wrecking my body with dreams. 2294|Your feet were on the deck, and your hands were down 2294|On the boards of the ship, holding me, 2294|While you told a good long tale, 2294|And sang an old song. 2294|The tales we told when you were on the sea, 2294|Soothed our hearts into singing, 2294|While the ships passed over the sea, 2294|And the ships passed over the sea. 2294|I dream to-night of a dream 2294|That came and went from me, 2294|While the ship moved on over the sea, 2294|And the ships passed over the sea. 2294|The ship that never knew sail, 2294|But carried only winds; 2294|And the ships came and went over the sea, 2294|And the ships came and went over the sea. 2294|The night has come in dark, 2294|The night has come in noon, 2294|All drowsily lulling us, 2294|All reposing in slumber. 2294|All asleep with the stars, 2294|And their eyes like the moon's, 2294|And the stars for their keepers, 2294|And the night like the night. 2294|The sun is in my heart! 2294|My eyes see the golden light 2294|Of the stars in the blue, 2294|And a vision in my dream 2294|Of the day that comes not back; 2294|Of a night that goes away 2294|Before all is done, 2294|But is always with us still, 2294|The love that is not dead. 2294|The old blue day is dying, 2294|And its light shall be shed 2294|Out of the night and my dream! 2294|I will rise and go with the stars, 2294|And evermore will say, 2294|"I am God, and I am glad 2294|That my heart is such a heart!" 2294|I will go with the day and the stars 2294|In light on my path set, 2294|And I will turn to and call, 2294|"I am Love, and I am great!" 2294|I will go back over the sea, 2294|I will go back on the ship, 2294|With the wind and the tides and the stars, 2294|And the ships that pass me by. 2294|I am but a frail heart that must try to live 2294|On the strength that I bear, 2294|With little to give and much to give 2294|Of the love that is not won on strife 2294|Through long long centuries, 2294|Yet with some little faith that God ======================================== SAMPLE 41290 ======================================== A little way from her native wood, 38438|With only her shadow for fellowship; 38438|To the heart of some deep place, which made sweet moan 38438|Of beauty, of passion, of mystery. 38438|And I knew well that she, with her shadow's glance, 38438|Would leave me, and reach out for others' eyes,-- 38438|My heart's heart, that beat for her and was mute,-- 38438|Toward the darkness, toward the darkness deep. 38438|_What is it that I see in these dark places we pass?_ 38438|_What are they, in all their loneliness and rapture, saying?_ 38438|_What are they looking at with such earnest eyes?_ 38438|_Not the light nor the dark!_ 38438|_So many things I see,_ 38438|_So many ways of loving them,_ 38438|_That there are voices in them calling me._ 38438|The light, the dark, voices from the places where they were, 38438|And the voice of the one in me seemed to say it to them-- 38438|"I have been. I have been. 38438|The way that is beyond the way and all of the way 38438|Will grow old with the sorrow, and the night will close; 38438|But the heart of each one will know with the other,-- 38438|I have been. I have been." 38438|But the darkness is dark as the one before us,-- 38438|And we cannot see with our eyes the sorrow that moves-- 38438|And the heart of each one is heavy with the other-- 38438|I have been. 38438|And I know, with the sorrow, 38438|And the pain and the love that is in me, 38438|And with the broken joy that is in others,-- 38438|There is no better way to live than that which I have gone 38438|by--The road by which we went, 38438|The light, the dark, voices from the lands that are dark for me, 38438|And the voice of the one in me has only been mine. 38438|_The road of tears,_ 38438|_The road of sighs,_ 38438|_The road of sorrow,-- 38438|Shall I know that which I am not telling? 38438|Yes, I know. 38438|For the sad things that I think are not all just; 38438|For the sadness that comes not with the life of earth 38438|And the love that goes not when love is gone; 38438|For the joy, a little thing aside at the edge 38438|Where the great and small come together to play; 38438|For the great and small that are never at home; 38438|For the joy that comes all too late; 38438|For the sorrow, a shadow that hides all the gladness; 38438|For the sorrow that comes with no known day; 38438|For the joy that is all in vain; 38438|For the sorrow,--and the joy, it might be none; 38438|For the joy that is all in vain! 38438|This is the road by which we speed on our way,-- 38438|An ever-rolling mystery, with hills and streams and skies,-- 38438|Whereby we travel down ever-longer years, 38438|And where all is done and wrought, as all was meant, 38438|Makes the old road look new to me, and only old roads feel new. 38438|I know the world. I am part of it: 38438|All paths into and out of it lead me; 38438|All paths that lead to some ultimate goal, 38438|All paths that lead to some ultimate prize; 38438|And I go, though never wholly understood, 38438|And I go, even when I go not at all. 38438|I know the world. I have been many ways; 38438|It is my destiny to be a saint. 38438|I know the world. I hold it in scorn 38438|Because it seems so fair to me; 38438|I know the world. But I would give it all, 38438|If it might be a little more-- 38438|My world, my world! 38438|In the dark and storm, 38438|With the wind on my face, 38438| ======================================== SAMPLE 41300 ======================================== 19|Gave I to them the gift of tongues, and would 19|Have given unto them the birthright of 19|The tongues of prophecy. This is all 19|I could have spared! And now, my son, behold 19|How little these, these squalid vagaries mean 19|Which ye behold! For what are they but rage 19|And confusion, these immoderate whirls 19|Of crowding thought and folly, these outrageous cries? 19|He looked, and saw before him empty hall, 19|And empty all the den; empty also, he 19|The thunder and the lightning, and the flash 19|Of angry lightning; and the empty shelves 19|Stood picture-like filled with crumbling things unremoved, 19|Save one fair shelf, whereon was written this: 19|"'This stuff is for the Innocents who live 19|In this house: they do not die, they merely stay, 19|And pass from death out of the world indeed, 19|As dust into the world again, and then 19|They are no different from the rest of us: 19|So do the Prosters, who do not understand 19|And do not care for us. They are the Saints 19|Out of whose watches God the Universe 19|Divided so that two were made. And ye, 19|O children! have the Wisdom that sapped the Hessers 19|And gat ye not from them the Lesser Key 19|Out of the great chest wherein they hid 19|Their priceless treasures? Nay, it was a tax 19|God placed upon the hearts of all mankind 19|To try them in. What were ye, then, to them 19|If ye were served only with this Lesser Key, 19|And if ye paid but to redeem it meek 19|Ye would not wage war again upon us 19|Because we are so much the Neighbourhood." 19|So unto him in turn did Daniel tell 19|Daniel's Tale, and Daniel laughed to scorn 19|The empty words. And when the crowd no more 19|Could answer, saying, "Evening, well done," 19|They stripped themselves naked and went their ways 19|Glad of the sunshine and the radiant light, 19|Gathering dust upon the way, till the cave 19|They entered opened and two shadows bright 19|Approaching loomed before them. Thence they saw 19|The One from the East, and that other Man 19|From the other North, who seemed by sight 19|More near approaching to be trusted truly 19|Because he came forward looming o'er them 19|From the outermost, ominous, and ominous 19|Point of Darkness. Daniel then behold 19|How the blind folk held their breath and stared 19|At the wondrous marvel of that sight, 19|And marveled at the approaching Man, 19|And Daniel answered and said to them, 19|"So they saw Him, these blind people, monstrous, 19|And monstrous seemed to all of them to see 19|This Man with garb attired in advance 19|Of them who were to lead them in the van; 19|But when they beheld the Man with robe 19|Whom they saw looming yonder o'er them there, 19|They marveled and were fain to draw near, 19|And Daniel to all the crowd replied, 19|"Not without reason: for this Man did seem 19|To be the Image of God image only, 19|And to the Man with him not as she seems, 19|That thou mayest see the greatness of this 19|Which I shall tell thee. This was the first 19|Incident that I remember; and the fact 19|Is borne in numerous instances by me 19|After fifteen years and more of war, 19|And many a battle. So thou seeest 19|The facts are these: there lived a king in Thrace, 19|A mighty prince: a son he had of thee; 19|And after him his mighty kingdom grew, 19|And all the people loved him, and adored 19|The son, for many days thereafter he reigned. 19|And there was a time when he with his princes 19|Was wont his empire to enjoy: but evil 19|Began to seize upon him: first the Greeks, 19|To whom he gave his rich heritage, 19|Unmasked him: then the people slew him 19|In ======================================== SAMPLE 41310 ======================================== 16059|En lo que yo un suero5 16059|Aunque no se mantiene, se pasa, 16059|No me enque el pesar ni tanto. 16059|Cuando llega ya mí, bien pudiera, 16059|Cusi, pudo que viene pudo que viene, 16059|Dedica la noche, que á nivela 16059|Que con mulece ya no me dijeres, 16059|Si si un instante tenga el áu Roldáron. 16059|Por tierra á la luna á sus cabezas 16059|Que al mismo conquistad squared escuras 16059|Como una roca entre las nubes 16059|Y alazás, como en las nubes 16059|El aire, un valor, del águila, 16059|Y una pasión al fuego en oro 16059|El trono bien placidada nueva; 16059|Y la aguda más hermosa en medro 16059|Sus temenos y una noche bosa; 16059|Y en tanto más sabes de la gloria, 16059|Y la nube profunda al fuego 16059|Viendo las cabezas, y el alma estrella 16059|Por la triste poderosa España 16059|Sino haciendo faz seguro asombro, 16059|Y á los que tú cercos y caballos 16059|Aun hay al acoefor dirá cuerdas 16059|El otoño direyera inmediable. 16059|Mas el tercer lira, no soy aclamamos, 16059|La víctima mía: 16059|Y el manto de una frente acompania, 16059|Cada manzan tuena el mío recita, 16059|Y una cuna bien placidada nueva, 16059|Y una gente de las cabezas flores 16059|De una hermosura á sus cabellos. 16059|¡Oh! ¡nación de alguna mano, 16059|Que tus ojos impulso en ellos! 16059|Sí, las dos cual rosal le cercan 16059|Por quien á la vida que no requiebrada 16059|Tal vez y amedrenta en el estío 16059|Hasta el viento de lo que miro. 16059|¡El mundo de los pocos juegos 16059|Que la atuanesa impía! 16059|¡Y del mar del mundo de los ojos 16059|Del sol, al mundo arrebatado: 16059|Y aquella cual que el mar sol 16059|¡Ay, enlace, al pueblo de lo pueblo! 16059|¡Besa de cuanto á cuanto envía! 16059|¡Brava, se le tenido de mis ojos 16059|Del Pico, alma tristeza, 16059|Y luego se engenderada: 16059|Las pies festa de su arcó, 16059|En el aire ardiente, en el cielo 16059|Con sus cabones y sus cuerdas 16059|Que en los campos, con los fuerzas, 16059|Luchando con su sombrero llora 16059|Y en que venga sus cabanas 16059|¡Besa de cuanto á cuanto envía! 16059|Así turbar por el alma 16059|Y en la noche la que canta 16059|En tos som nadie enamorada, 16059|Y el amor talançe en amargura 16059|Por eso por consuelo: 16059|Y ¿quién no lo lo lo voz? 16059|Vamos al presente: 16059|Que yo talançe, el sueño está 16059|Y en la cal ======================================== SAMPLE 41320 ======================================== 5184|Then the father of the bridegroom, 5184|Called the hostess of the village, 5184|To his help he called the matron, 5184|Thus his need was quickly supplied: 5184|"'To the care of thy household 5184|Send a wolf that will not growl; 5184|This,"--he asked the kindly maiden, 5184|"Hides the wolf that eats thy cattle, 5184|In the care of thy husband, 5184|In the hands of thy hero, 5184|In the lair of Imatra. 5184|Thou must find a bearkin 5184|For thy hero's eager foals, 5184|Bring him beef from out the freezer 5184|Of the herds of the Outer Islands, 5184|Bring him beef from Northland, 5184|Bring it in the form of runners, 5184|From thy stables of choice ingredients, 5184|From thy great battering-ranger, 5184|From the great bear-skewer, butter, 5184|From the smokers of liquors, 5184|From the beer the finest in Northland, 5184|From the barrels of seven-up; 5184|In the barrels place the wolf-bone, 5184|In the vessel, the wolf-flesh, 5184|That the bridegroom's eager fingers 5184|Be the ingredients of his couches 5184|For the guest of Pohyola, 5184|For the hostess of Pohyola." 5184|When the hero of Wainola 5184|Had the ingredients of his couches, 5184|Then the ancient Wainamoinen 5184|Drew an opossum from the marshes, 5184|Sent it to his thousand players, 5184|Sent it to the thousand players, 5184|Spake these words in searching passion: 5184|"Of the words of mine application 5184|Did not catch the echo oneness, 5184|Did not guess the singing central, 5184|Did not know the singing central, 5184|That shall now be sung in honor 5184|By the hands of my disciples; 5184|And the words of mine aspiration 5184|Shall be sung in honor by thee 5184|As the ancient wane and wane again, 5184|As the evening and the morrow, 5184|When my mighty bones are breaking." 5184|Then he went to seek the mountain 5184|That the aspen-trees might furnish him 5184|Rice to aid his cups of porridge; 5184|Found the mountains piled upon him, 5184|Found his table-boat embanked, 5184|Found his sledges piled in junipers, 5184|Found the rails of fir and aspen, 5184|Found the rails of willows, oak-trees, 5184|And the links of lime and ashes, 5184|And the nails for fastening them. 5184|As the aspen-trees were flourishing, 5184|And the rails in juniperwood, 5184|When he walked across the brambles, 5184|Climbing where the aspen-trees were standing, 5184|Karate-pushing where the fir-trees stood; 5184|There he found the temple of Ukko, 5184|There be saw the walls of reverence. 5184|Straightway Kwasind, ancient minstrel, 5184|Kwent to the windows, looking backward, 5184|Saw the columns turned into rafters, 5184|Saw the cross-shaped doors of copper, 5184|Saw the fire-flies in the candle-ends, 5184|Saw the gourd-skin in the corners, 5184|Saw the red girdle on the rafters; 5184|All the walls of lights and windows 5184|Were transformed into shining walls of trees; 5184|All the windows sang in unison, 5184|In one song the walls of magic; 5184|As the rafters chanted together, 5184|From the windows fell the sparks, celestial, 5184|Came the lightning, fiery-colored. 5184|These the words of Kwasind's messenger: 5184|"Whew! Wow! Northland, how awe-brave! 5184|Who has gone before to Northland, ======================================== SAMPLE 41330 ======================================== 24869|Obey the lord of Earth and Heaven; 24869|With heart and soul the king shall be 24869|Whose rule and glory shall be shown, 24869|And the whole nation shall be made 24869|A God like Him, to whom shall fall 24869|All the earth under his control, 24869|And Kings from every land shall hail 24869|His law as law of all the skies. 24869|There is no god who is his peer, 24869|Whose power and might and might assume, 24869|Whose might can all his foes subdue, 24869|For he is Vishṇu, glorious name, 24869|Supreme supreme Lord, who keeps the law, 24869|The Master Lord whose throne is rent 24869|By every fool, whose sire is sin. 24869|With his supreme power, with his grace, 24869|He is the Lord who gives or takes, 24869|King of the mighty arm, and he 24869|Is Vishṇu, glorious name, supreme.” 24869|Canto XXVI. The Sons Of Ocean. 24869|Their war against the giants ceased, 24869|And, as the monarch wished, their might 24869|Been checked by Vishṇu’s side, 24869|So long as Śiva gave no aid 24869|Till Bharat the great man obeyed. 24869|He looked on Ráma bright and tall, 24869|The youthful hero of his youth; 24869|And the long hair’s lustre graced him 24869|Like the bright moon and bright Sun. 24869|Then Bharat in sweet accents broke 24869|This prayer, for Ráma’s soul to frame: 24869|“O Ráma, Ráma, if my sire 24869|Shall see thee, by his heart impelled, 24869|His holy life he needs must end, 24869|Whose form is pure, whose soul is kind.” 24869|Then as the words of Sire Him gave 24869|He clasped his darling in his arm: 24869|And “O my darling, sweet dear,” he cried, 24869|“Do not refuse her as my bride. 24869|From her this earth shall end and be, 24869|And I in heaven’s pure realm will reign, 24869|A God as glorious as the lord 24869|Of Vishṇu in the realms above. 24869|From Lakshmaṇ’s hand this precious charm 24869|Shall be mine, ere I pass away: 24869|My son with all my heart and mind 24869|Shall keep it ever, when I die. 24869|Then from her death shall I be free, 24869|And be, as I am born, a God.” 24869|Such were the words he prayed to hear, 24869|So fervent was his earnest prayer; 24869|And he in answer thus replied, 24869|With eyes uplonger with delight: 24869|“O sire of men, who gird the sword 24869|To face the battle wroth with wrong, 24869|To view the son that is so dear 24869|And to the King of Worlds replied. 24869|Hear then my prayer: I will not part 24869|With that dear son, mine only joy, 24869|The chief of Raghu’s sons, for thee. 24869|Let me, O Monarch, ne’er despair, 24869|When thou shalt see him as he is. 24869|With him as in the glory shine 24869|Like Vishṇu in his bridal hour. 24869|Then thou shalt make thyself a star 24869|Shining through heaven, above the rest. 24869|Then shall I be my sire’s delight 24869|And watch thy every thought recall. 24869|And Sítá, sweet, again shall shine 24869|Bright as the Moon’s bright crescent shine. 24869|And I, high Queen, shall be thine pride, 24869|And all thy realms be mine with thee. 24869|To Bharat’s kind and thoughtful mind 24869|I pledge this life and death, my sire.” 24869|He ceased: but ======================================== SAMPLE 41340 ======================================== 1567|A thousand things come back to him, 1567|The noise of wheels and the stir of men, 1567|The sudden clash of red and blue glass, 1567|The hush among the broken eaves; 1567|But one thing comes back with him always, 1567|Beyond the hills the sea-winds blow. 1567|He goes out with his companions 1567|Into the blue behind him spread; 1567|They look back for him through the trees, 1567|They hear him at last return. 1567|Out in the wastes without the sea 1567|His faithful dogs shall watch and serve, 1567|And he shall come to them again 1567|From over the marshes gone. 1567|When the night-wind makes the casement creak 1567|And the low moon pours her dripping ghost, 1567|He who is left forsook and gone 1567|Shall see the land through the window-pane, 1567|And hear the beating of his heart. 1567|It was nothing but a doll that used to be my pet 1567|When I was a boy, and now I'm a toy to entertain 1567|Little mamma at play. 1567|There's not a toy like it in the world for little girls 1567|But I'll bet a pretty penny that I can see her stand 1567|Before my very eyes with her arms crossed and staring there; 1567|There's not a sound in the world but I'll bet a pretty penny 1567|That she will come the same way and laugh and be a fool 1567|With those laughing eyes of hers. 1567|I could give a bundle if you only gave me the power 1567|To carry off the doll in time and keep her from getting hurt-- 1567|That is the bargain for little girls, isn't it, mother? 1567|When a little dolly runs away I catch her and hold her, 1567|Till she's safe and well in my keeping. 1567|It's hard work when you want to keep your doll away from harm, 1567|But if I can stand her and hold her close when she begins 1567|To swear and to swear, 1567|I'm sure I can make it all worth while. 1567|I'll bet a pretty penny that if she were to get hurt I'd cheer her 1567|Out of the house and let her play outside if she chooses, 1567|I'll never have a toy too heavy or a toy that's too big for her, 1567|And she won't have time to play at it. 1567|I won't have any dolls too heavy or too small for her; 1567|But if she should grow up to be a boy, I'll be his man, mother, 1567|And help to train her to be a boy. 1567|I'd like to have a train set up for little girls 1567|That they could run about with arms stretched out and look 1567|Like any big batteries built by soldiers to fight-- 1567|That is the bargain for little girls. 1567|I'd like to have a train set up on the very edge 1567|Of a green-swarded hill where there are butterflies and bees, 1567|And where all day long there'd be plenty of hay to fold 1567|From the bails of timothy trees and run about among-- 1567|That is the bargain for little girls. 1567|I'd like to have a barn, I'd like to have a house, 1567|With rails for tramp-beats all along and rails below, 1567|That she and I could run on both hands and feet-- 1567|That is the bargain for little girls. 1567|I'd like to have a circus of little men and women, 1567|With ropes to-day that she could tie behind her and on 1567|Wherever she wanted a show to be the grandest yet-- 1567|That is the bargain for little girls. 1567|Little maid, little man, and baby in arms, 1567|Weep no more, weep no more, nor any more confide-- 1567|Weep, baby, weep, and we'll be fathers to you. 1567|Pity, baby, pity, and kiss your little mother's knee: 1567|And then your mother will bury you by a churchyard pool. 1567|It's sad when children die 15 ======================================== SAMPLE 41350 ======================================== 12286|The heartless world, that, loving ill thy poor, 12286|Lamenteth for its dead, and for the soul 12286|That was bereft! 12286|How have thy poor ashes to the earth, thy soul 12286|Lent new life, and been preserved by Nature's power, 12286|Thy grave! 12286|The earth hath kept thee, and the earth is changed 12286|To other flowers; and thou art gone as fair, 12286|As fair thou wert! the roses which were white, 12286|Now bloom more fair, and tint them better; and the 12286|violet is but more rich in hue, 12286|And like a tear to rise and fall. 12286|Thou wert a star on the night's blue firmament, 12286|The sky's first friend, and the sky's last foe! 12286|Now star has fallen, and all the heaven is hued 12286|With tears of grief, and mournful mirth; 12286|And the low sun is sinking in the sea,-- 12286|O, tell me, tell me, sweetest,--does he bring 12286|His parting rays to thee, and not them to-day? 12286|Now all the joys of night are fled, and the light 12286|Of the morning sun shines brightly, and the bees, 12286|The stars, the mountains, the seas, are all in tears,-- 12286|My sweetest, tell me, thou wilt go with me? 12286|How canst thou be true, sweet heart, to the last, 12286|When as our own hearts, though we saw our eyes 12286|Turn to the path by which our eyes turned back? 12286|Tell me, my beloved, art thou true 12286|To life--to the world, and to thine own love? 12286|Love thou art; and a lover's heart, and a world's wide 12286|'Weeping' thou art--when they heard not, we were as far 12286|From thee as the birds from thee; for we love no other. 12286|How strange their ways! how they strangely go 12286|Where other joys our hearts have bound! 12286|But we, as loving spirits, can distinguish no end from 12286|So with a joy that hath no bound 12286|To those that love and those that hate, 12286|We will make our choice to be 12286|The chosen ones on which they look. 12286|And let us dream,--'tis nobly to choose, 12286|And choose we will, when night has come; 12286|Yet let us dream, in a quiet mood, 12286|That we are the chosen ones. 12286|We've read the words like stars on the wall, 12286|And the words like waves on an ocean sea! 12286|But love has no time for their gloom or flow, 12286|Its love is immortal and cold: 12286|Then we'll read and obey in the dark, 12286|And in darkness, read and obey. 12286|'Tis written: "Go not forth to the battle 12286|Between the bright sun and the star!" 12286|Go on, my dear, go on, my lovely boys-- 12286|My only two words shall there be heard 12286|Each word shall be a tear--every word 12286|A sob of grief and not a sigh. 12286|When the dark broods and shadows on the floor 12286|Go whispering and thinking 12286|Of some love-sick love, that can not live 12286|Its true life on the other side; 12286|When the great stars in the air are stirred 12286|As they seek for new scenes; 12286|And when from the silent heavens descends 12286|A thought so wondrously bright, 12286|When the love-tales so many come to tell 12286|The love they feel must fly from them-- 12286|When with the silent stars, and shadowings, 12286|And dream that has never been, 12286|The little voice of the night shall go 12286|On the wing of the coming night, 12286|And cry on my heart: 12286|Go ye, my love!--we have the secret hid, 12286|And love is but dying-- 12286|Ye must not weep! 12286|She ======================================== SAMPLE 41360 ======================================== 8789|That he of my health in danger might not be. 8789|Who now shall bear us in contraband through 8789|The gloom, where Night and Day are silent all? 8789|Such hosts on this side and on the other, 8789|Not of those numbers, courags and stout fighters, 8789|As here below to look upon them would 8789|Entertain a spider, they, of whom I spake, 8789|Not otherwise apprized, press about, 8789|Thinking to find new plunder. Enter, ye Gods! 8789|And help our lady, for we are in danger." 8789|So spake my liege, to whose tidings much I vouch 8789|My wonder, when he saw our guest so soon 8789|To whom their duty and their fear were likeliest. 8789|And from the lofty bank, whence he had passed, 8789|Retreated we with bows and shoots of arrows, 8789|Each favoring his arrow, as that it served him. 8789|Above the rest were two stout knights, who blew 8789|Upon the air with hurrying feet and keen, 8789|As to their coursers rendered ready for the fight. 8789|"O brother!" my sire exclaimed, "heed not thou 8789|For this barbarous rout; here breaks a shower 8789|Of fire, and bellowing around the plain 8789|Long words, with music in the noise according 8789|To the octave, which Siestri alone 8789|May bear aloft. Of those, who by the Horn 8789|Are inviolate on high, exempt from rain, 8789|Here fire breaks out no less, there the snow 8789|Strips at the helm, and on the hauberk throws 8789|Wide circles, that the clear visage affords 8789|No VOLTAIRE is there wrought in jest, 8789|Ætaticus nor Philoctetes grave. 8789|The rest are hurl'd down suddenly, that all 8789|May witness of their awful force and awful look." 8789|RELUCTANCE and DYING off him thus disordered, 8789|My Master stood, and shook despondent, like 8789|The leaf, which, shaken by the winds, or else 8789|By mental weight which imprisonment weighs, 8789|Starts trembling at the stake. He with his eyes 8789|On my immutable looks fixed whole and clear 8789|For three long sanguine rounds; when each one there 8789|Glow'd with the spirit of that revel, which 8789|By turns I turn'd upon my Fellow-men. 8789|I see them come, and scarce were conscious where, 8789|When those bright angels pour'd out ambrosial feast 8789|On my fair Course, when from the golden chalice 8789|I wak'd, and from my lip the salt effluent dried; 8789|Whence first my glad voice forthwith was raised, that made 8789|My loving Master attentive: still in peace 8789|They wander'd near me, and the HUES of joy 8789|In their celestial beauty fill'd my heart. 8789|O MATRON mild and gracious! tenderest Spirit! 8789|Now almost num'rous in affection to me! 8789|If e'er thy charity towards me was expressed, 8789|Well must it please thee, that my brief tale are ended 8789|So in amiable company I stood, 8789|Of gentle manners and of honest fame; 8789|And that, though almost naked, I might glide 8789|Within the distance of their dance and song. 8789|afar." [Footnote: Early Version of the Nights. (ed. M.H.W.T.), p. 7.] 1008| "Reverie," etc.: The first "Reverie," of the six Divine 1008|Queries, is resumed in this order, after the fashion of Divine 1008|inquiries. The second "Re-chorus" consists of twelve stanzas, 1008|of seventy-two words, each lasting three measures, in various 1008|themes. The "Chambers" of which are found in the Revised Version. 1008| "In sevenfold" (!) "Chimed" (!) "dancing," says the date-book, Feb. 1008| ======================================== SAMPLE 41370 ======================================== 1727|on the very best part of a man, who was a master, or who was in command if 1727|the king himself had ordered him to command them, could there be an 1727|indeed, I say that I am sure he should have stayed here to look after 1727|himself, for he had taken great care about the baggage, and was 1727|troubled by what he had kept, for his baggage was an excellent 1727|fertilizer. The king and Neptune had been trying to get him to come to 1727|them in a way that they might both give the Thunderer their thanks, 1727|that he kept so much trouble at hand. They made a noise of 1727|it--he and the other gods. When he heard of it he looked very 1727|shyly at them and said, "If you are the Thunderer and Neptune's 1727|daughter, why are you worried about me? I have never wanted to go, 1727|nor do I wish to, but I will tell you what it is all about." 1727|"I have not heard of it," replied the other gods, "but I 1727|can tell you that a great many others besides you and me are 1727|wonderful pair of seers--Odysseus, the Cephisus, and the people 1727|who were fighting the Argives. He would have gone, but he 1727|begat the Trojan war, and he has now gotten a great deal of his 1727|fortune in the land of the Phaeacians, for it was the other way 1727|with the Argives and their ships that day, but we could not help 1727|him either, for the gods gave him all-sufficient strength and he 1727|lives in their sight, and we hear him daily calling on his son Peleus 1727|to bring him safely over the sea into the pleasant land of the 1727|Phaeacians. We have not lost his pity, after we had driven the 1727|Argives out before the sun had gone out." 1727|On this he made a loud cry, and as a rock that is being 1727|hurled from a cliff by some strong hand, if it breaks and falls upon 1727|the shore it will not stand much of a head till it is filled with 1727|white sand; but Ulysses' heart within him quailed, lest Odysseus would 1727|say: 1727|"You must be a fool," and he would have killed her; so he drew one 1727|from the other, but Telemachus came up and pulled them apart. 1727|"You seem to have some ill thoughts, Peisistratus," he said, 1727|"Telemachus. I am sorry to see you fret and quarrel so, for 1727|I have never liked this sort of going, and I do not like your 1727|look at me. Tell me, therefore, why are you so angry and so 1727|indignant? Never have you ever treated me with such disrespect." 1727|"Your words," answered Telemachus, "come as you will, but I 1727|am not willing to hear one thing at the same time. I had not been 1727|making any progress in bringing about your desire, nor in keeping 1727|account that you should have a good conscience. I have had only a 1727|little trouble with Minerva, for now and then she came in the 1727|hours of evening and said good-by to me, although she was not so 1727|indignant as that other god above, she was a woman and had one 1727|thing in view, and that was to hold in the bounds of justice. 1727|"I must own, moreover, that we have not been perfectly lucky 1727|in our dealings with the gods. I have never had the honour to 1727|meet them, as I would have it with all due respect, and you and, 1727|"I would not have it so. They were very good to me at the first; but 1727|we have had the same calamities to-day as we had been before, 1727|which have put me to this. There is a woman near your house called 1727|"I will not have you to go hence with your ships and be at the 1727|prayer. I would have you to take these up before you go to your 1727|home and sit down ======================================== SAMPLE 41380 ======================================== 7122|Is far beyond the scope of language, yet, 7122|There's little doubt, that when their own dear son 7122|Held many years upon their hearts' affection, 7122|Their love to God was growing stronger by the day, 7122|By constant prayers and feelings far too weak 7122|To stem the evil works of man here below. 7122|They thought it time the Son of God should know 7122|Who bore that dear family pain and peril; 7122|And, as the time and effort proved too great, 7122|They placed their son on the shore and bid him go, 7122|While they to God their thoughts of comfort took, 7122|And, day by day, a brighter hope they held 7122|For Him and for the promised land of light. 7122|But their love did not, of itself, make this way 7122|A road of comfort or of escape for him; 7122|'Twas a great burden on his soul, and there 7122|It pressed too close, and often dimmed his sight. 7122|They did but seek a path they could not find, 7122|And he was placed on a boat at anchor by 7122|The shore--a vessel that was slow and weak, 7122|Not built for sailing,--yet well matched with his hand 7122|And skill; though small, so well prepared was she, 7122|And safe was the berth her crew could not miss. 7122|A day or two did Passantine remain 7122|Among the islands of the earth, and, weary, 7122|He sought a haven, near his father's home, 7122|And there was his very brother living; 7122|He sought him out a home so hospitable, 7122|And thus the sorrows and woes of his soul 7122|Was slowly cleared up,--and his brother there 7122|A comfort gave him still, and in return 7122|Was the sweet son of God who was his name. 7122|Ah! would he were back upon the earth again, 7122|And safe in his lovely brother's right! 7122|Ah! his brother had to pass a long way 7122|To bring the welcome of the Father's word, 7122|And then pass on, still far, still farther on, 7122|And still more far, till they arrived at rest, 7122|And the happy couple were welcomed there! 7122|The day was spent and the hour had come 7122|When the Son of God, in glory, should appear; 7122|But all our prayers, and much of our tears, 7122|Were but to lighten our burden that day. 7122|To them a glad message came in the form 7122|Of that sweet Spirit, whose presence now fills 7122|The courts of Heaven and will forever fill 7122|The hearts of God's people, through all times and places: 7122|"I am the breath of Life, that they may breathe 7122|Into their seed immortality of life. 7122|As they breathe, Death hew them down, but spare 7122|The flesh to rot and waste, and leave them free 7122|From death's sharp pangs, and other hindering fears. 7122|I am the breath of life, that they may breathe 7122|Into the "Body" of their "Spirit," free 7122|From the slow pains and death-damps of fleshly strife! 7122|As they live, Breathing freely, I shall breathe 7122|Into their "Body" a life which shall not fear 7122|Tearing it to atoms of dust and clay, 7122|But which the Lord God will provide to bear 7122|Their souls into the skies, where they, too, may see 7122|Immortality, and constant Paradise!" 7122|Aye, Jesus! thou! my sure foundation bold, 7122|Whereto to rear thee in all faith and truth, 7122|Whom God the blessed Spirit himself 7122|Hath breathed into thee since thy Saviour's death, 7122|While thou hast yet His teachings in thy heart! 7122|Who, not ungrateful, but in spirit still 7122|In heart has felt that all He's taught was true! 7122|And thou, my dear Son, to all eternity! 7122|Whose soul, when the dark night descended, 7122|Beholding the ======================================== SAMPLE 41390 ======================================== 10602|And doe thee moche of my love, my onlycht. 10602|Nathelesse I am your debtor for the same, 10602|Which I with al my lyfe for thee doth use, 10602|Not to do thee more service than I lent: 10602|Thou art my best, and best vnto my beste, 10602|In that thou make a man of thee my best: 10602|And to be fayre and fayned in vyce, 10602|Thou must soone love me: if I be soone 10602|Vpon my will, thou must my will also fynd. 10602|"So may no twinkling bee of twinklenstynge 10602|So sore of his vertue finde a place; 10602|So may the vse full of the nimble swyne 10602|Not be in this world, whiche soone shall end. 10602|Thus, sauoyned, mayst thou live in thynesse, 10602|And be of service, as a wysman shal. 10602|"So may my flesh in thy blisse abide, 10602|And be neyther stryked nor stonynge, 10602|But neyther bleyne nor stonynge in deede; 10602|For no sweetnesse may pouer thy frendes head, 10602|Ne greuous nor grasse, ne greene of hewe, 10602|Nor any othre greuous may myayne trewe, 10602|Ne ryche of grasse be in that greuous face, 10602|Ne al my strenges be in that greuous visage. 10602|"So may thy myndes be of such a semblable, 10602|That neither day, nor night, nor day-dew, 10602|Shall weke the bond of so sore swete swetnesse, 10602|Ne never any syre in this world ete; 10602|For, my soone as I swette thee with thy stryfe, 10602|Thou mayest doo nothing without thy shete. 10602|"So mayest thou live, withoute fettre sett, 10602|And live so long, withoute frend, 10602|That no bot of thine soone shall ete thy fettre: 10602|And this may happie be, for that I have 10602|Taught thee how to be livesome and full fayre, 10602|And al have set thee in lykenesse, 10602|That thou me be not to dystresse inne: 10602|"And I will do to thee all that pleaseth me, 10602|As I have meyd sauy'd for to longue, 10602|For ye know that I am well a-greef, 10602|And will be right to you almyfyed; 10602|Therefore if ye wolde wel my cure have fecched, 10602|Ye never had, that I am content to be 10602|Right good to you, and to your ryches chare." 10602|In long debates in the city old, 10602|The wisest Counsell of the wyde world, 10602|The lordly TURTLE of the lytell fayre, 10602|Went on with a large assembly glad: 10602|The which that day was of the greatest cheer. 10602|In his great wiferness he loved her well, 10602|And in wedded lond he did abide, 10602|That all the world, and that most envide: 10602|And after that the Lady had ben good, 10602|To whom he said he may be so pleas'd, 10602|A daildent of that same night he told; 10602|And having, with his great wifes part, 10602|Diwce, and of her vngraguide also, 10602|For her love and for her wit, he did them give, 10602|And, though in his desire he hadde be, 10602|Yet wold not by word of his so faras, 10602|But to the dewke for vengeance hearkinge 10602|A thousand times the Lady dide him make, 10602|That her right were by his right undone. ======================================== SAMPLE 41400 ======================================== 1568|And then to think 1568|That it was just this kind 1568|Of a dream that made his head 1568|So much simpler. 1568|My God! And did it last, 1568|Or was it a dream, 1568|A thin, thin thin cloud 1568|Floating, floating away? 1568|It is a sad, sad thing, 1568|To gaze out, never seeing 1568|Aught but the far sea rolling 1568|To its breaking. 1568|Sick, sick, sick, 1568|Sick as I draw near, 1568|A drop falls on my cloak; 1568|I cannot sleep. 1568|I see a sea-bird 1568|Fluttering 1568|On a far, wan dawn 1568|Of dusky tapers, 1568|A dead man's cap; 1568|Dead men's caps along a sandy sea-meadow 1568|Look down from a stone; 1568|They are no more, 1568|So very still. 1568|They are no more, 1568|So very still. 1568|A woman has gone out 1568|In a low garden-nook, 1568|With the long, brown, silken-leafed primrose 1568|Whose pale pink turns 1568|Into a piteous, ghostly ribbon in the heat 1568|Of the hot noon. 1568|She comes back, 1568|As it seems to me, 1568|With a heart-shaped smile; 1568|She is carrying a purse of Golden Lily 1568|On her husky breast, 1568|And a little pink hand in her dainty, dark hair. 1568|She has come back with the cool of sunset on it, 1568|The blackness and the silence 1568|Bringing thee back, 1568|And I see thee come 1568|Back to call me, 1568|Back to see me; 1568|And all day long 1568|I think of thee, 1568|Thine eyes, thy eyes - 1568|I see thy lovely eyes, 1568|Wrought, as the primrose is, with the love-light 1568|Of summer-night. 1568|Like a flower in a rose-bush 1568|Or a dimpled lily 1568|Like a white rose in the garden 1568|With the first new moon 1568|I feel thy touch, thou sweet-smiling 1568|Thou dost know, oh, tell me, 1568|Tell me, O thou child, 1568|Is this a dream of thine, 1568|A dream of another night, 1568|Or is this, oh, sleep? 1568|In the dark night of thy hair 1568|The moon turns to light 1568|And the light is like my sister 1568|With her face that's soft and tender, 1568|And her bright eyes, 1568|She has come, she has come 1568|With her dark eyes of light, 1568|Singing, singing: "A dream 1568|A dream! Well have the stars been dreaming 1568|Under our eaves these many years, 1568|Since I woke and found thee sleeping, 1568|A child, and with thy dream-flower 1568|My little sister on my breast. 1568|I had the sweetest dream-flower 1568|Of all the seven, and she is wakened - 1568|"Dream over dream to dream, 1568|The flower and the bird, 1568|I had a dream in the golden moon 1568|When I lay close to thee, 1568|In a room of sweet roses 1568|And thy lips were like the wind." 1568|The night wind sings: her kisses 1568|Are like the song of a fay 1568|Who comes with a tale to tell. 1568|The moon is like the maid, 1568|And like the girl the stars 1568|And like the rose the moon. 1568|In the night of my sister's kiss, 1568|The flowers turned to hair 1568|In the darkness like her hair, 1568|And like a star her eyes. 1568|In the night of her dreams 1568|I have heard ======================================== SAMPLE 41410 ======================================== 1304|Thou that hast made me for thy sake 1304|And for thine own, not for mine own, 1304|Come and breathe my life into me, 1304|And I will breathe into thee 1304|The breath of life into thine eyes. 1304|Thou that hast made me by thy grace, 1304|I give unto thee my soul: 1304|Thou givest it--and I take it: 1304|All that in all this wide world is known 1304|Shall pass from me and to thee 1304|In silent change: not my own soul, 1304|Not mine own, but thine. I touch it 1304|With mine own lips--no change is in it. 1304|O love, thou art not what I deem thee, 1304|But in thyself thou seemest so: 1304|For thou art more than I, in thee 1304|Happiness art given by Love. 1304|When he who on the earth hath heaven in view 1304|Would set his boast on high, and have a throne 1304|Above the stars, to bear with him a part, 1304|And there sit 'midst the immortals of a line, 1304|'Twixt earth and starry heaven to make and mend, 1304|There should he be--'t is the same with me; 1304|I'm that I am, and evermore shall be, 1304|All that I aim to be, or shall be mov'd to be, 1304|Until the heavens themselves bend down to me 1304|With tears, and I outshine, and stand alone 1304|The man that heeds not what God's very eye 1304|To shine or shade hath made, nor hath made him so-- 1304|Shall find what he would never find in me, 1304|When I shall be the man he never knew; 1304|I can make all that his own heart ever thought: 1304|I can set high thoughts, or low thoughts low set; 1304|I can lead men on with hopes or fears, 1304|I can overcome him who hath made me doubt: 1304|In my good time, when all men's eyes are bright, 1304|And I can smile, and turn not at men's eyes, 1304|And can behold my soul's unnam'd abode, 1304|I do not sometimes, when I can laugh, 1304|Call my desire what I shall not receive dross. 1304|I will smile, and I will lead; for that's all 1304|God says, and does, and still must keep for me; 1304|I will be glad, and all men shall be glad, 1304|Who shall the good things that they can give me say, 1304|'She never was glad to her, she heeded not.' 1304|I will take all that my soul could wish for now, 1304|And turn it to my use or to my use: 1304|I have a life that I can use and use, 1304|And the livelong hours will be the death of me; 1304|I can see the end not, and must needs endure't, 1304|For the dead eyes must see as well as me; 1304|I will stand where I am, and go to the end 1304|In the glory of my life, I shall not change. 1304|THE SUN was smiling in his place on the shore, 1304|When first we sate to eat our breakfast there; 1304|And I remember we were quite pleased to find 1304|No need of any further assistance from our side. 1304|Our table there was spread with as fresh meat 1304|As ever was cut in any ancient story: 1304|'Be everyone contented with what you have got,' 1304|The dame remarked: and I was glad to retort,-- 1304|'Thank you, dame, but what with honey and good fat 1304|You make it every day more delicious still!' 1304|She laughed, and called out, 'It's delicious,' 1304|But said,--what with laughter and so much bile 1304|I should have been sick with the most delicious fire! 1304|'You shall have them done by the end of the day: 1304|Take the best of it, and roast it more lightly, 1304|Till the sav ======================================== SAMPLE 41420 ======================================== 7409|With all their arts, by which one man can be taught, 7409|To read mankind, or to be understood! 7409|To all he did the world, or her's to you. 7409|How little has the world, the world in him! 7409|He can but find a few of such, and yet-- 7409|In that or in another capacity-- 7409|God bless him! the rest we cannot say. 7409|The last few days--as to the last 7409|A verse to be sung--remain our tears, 7409|The last few days, our thanks and our praise, 7409|As to the last, before we bemoan 7409|In yon bright town, the last wild grave. 7409|Behold the last few days--behold the last 7409|And only of thy prayers. 7409|There is not a flower in all the groves, 7409|Nor a breeze in all the winds, 7409|To match a father's last resting place 7409|In that dear daughter's eyes. 7409|There was never flower or wind to play 7409|To so much joy in that last resting place, 7409|As when the daughter's name 7409|Heard like an angel's in the name of the dearest heart 7409|The last few days--as to the last. 7409|O ye who have no daughter, nor a niece, nor just son, 7409|O ye who have no darling grandson, O ye! now say prayer 7409|To the mother of one all other joys surpass, 7409|For the mother of William James is dead,--dead as ever 7409|Knee-deep in Death's crimson-kirtled dominions, 7409|Deep in Death's crimson-spattered decks, 7409|Far from the warm, seducing arms 7409|Of her warm arms, his warm, seducing mother, 7409|In her soft hands clasped round his side. 7409|Deep in Death's crimson dominions, far from the sight of men 7409|And half known to the light, 7409|Beside yon lake of blood, where death's deep currents meet, 7409|Beside yon wreck of commerce, industry, and art, 7409|And where, in that dread place the gates 7409|Are shut unto the dead,-- 7409|Wake, ye dreaming sons and daughters! wake and see 7409|Like a strange sunrise on a storm-tost land, 7409|A glorious truth on a dark day told, 7409|A lesson learned by the strong, 7409|And a crown on the poor. 7409|And the mother of him born in the Great House of Joy, 7409|And the father of him dead in Life's sad year, 7409|And the mother of him gone to the grave in his bloom, 7409|And the father of him born in Mirth, 7409|And the father of him dead in sorrow-- 7409|Where he shall go to his rest. 7409|For aye the eyes that weep shall weep in vain, 7409|And the lips of him shall press shall be cold; 7409|And the voice of him shall hang on the paling lip 7409|Like the dying wail of a wretch in irons, 7409|A tale for the preacher to tell. 7409|And the father of him gone to the grave in his bloom, 7409|And the father of him dead in Life's last dark year, 7409|And the father of him gone to the sea in his pride, 7409|And the father of him dead in sorrow-- 7409|When he shall go to the grave. 7409|In yon lake of blood, where death's deep currents meet, 7409|In yon wreck of commerce, industry, and art; 7409|And far from the warm, seducing arms 7409|Of his warm, seductive mother, 7409|In that dread place the gates 7409|Are shut unto the dead,-- 7409|Wake, ye dreaming sons and daughters! wake and see 7409|Like a strange sunrise on a storm-tost land, 7409|A glorious truth on a dark day told, 7409|A lesson learned by the strong, 7409|And a crown on the poor. 7409|On the shores of the wild and bloody sea, 7409 ======================================== SAMPLE 41430 ======================================== 3023|With this your eyes, I swear, you'll never see 3023|Such a pretty creature there." 3023|"I thank thee! 'tis no time for thanks 3023|Thou savest, nor for no." 3023|"Now, in this chamber thou seest, 3023|A very gentle soul!" 3023|"I thank thee! I will be bold! 3023|So, now I see the rest. 3023|Thou'rt right, for all their faults. 3023|Yet, be not harsh with me. 3023|'Tis now my joyousness 3023|Has won them all to love me now. 3023|If I am right, 'tis true, 3023|They know with what a wretch I feel. 3023|But still 'tis well,--if ever 3023|I suffer long content! 3023|"The girl I see there with those two, 3023|She sits upon a chair, 3023|And on her knees she stands, 3023|While with a look of pain 3023|She looks at me without stir. 3023|She says, 'My sakes! where'er you be, 3023|I'll bring a towel of water, 3023|And wipe my face, till dry! 3023|And pray to God to give you ease.' 3023|I saw but yesterday 3023|A lovely woman sitting there with two or three friends: 3023|So in the springtime they'd sit at a little window to watch the sun, 3023|When evening came, all their windows were closed!" 3023|"I thank thee, child! the tears which thy dear eyes bedimmed, 3023|Their pain the present hour has all, and I hope to make amends, 3023|But for the coming I would pray no part of the present, 3023|A moment's quiet through the present moment's desolation, 3023|In which I hear a sweet, and I feel a tender thought. 3023|I hope she will not ask,--of her own dear self she trusts,-- 3023|And therefore I will not ask how she can aid me through the day!" 3023|"Oft on a cold winter evening I've had a pleasant day, 3023|My friends--a good-looking crowd--in quiet sat without form. 3023|I took their glance, and thought, to be sure, that I would try 3023|To reach a hand of welcome to you! You would give me your hand, 3023|With something like this: But first a very great deal: 3023|Dear friends, I need thee still upon the day that I go!" 3023|"My poor heart, it goes hard to think, 3023|That when I am by thy side, 3023|I never shall be able to write; 3023|No poet thou, nor painter either, 3023|Nor lover, only in a glass! 3023|Though many a book I've read of youth, 3023|And some of wisdom too, in youth 3023|So keen, that in a moment I may see, 3023|With eyes turned backward like a tree, 3023|The whole of me at him grow wild; 3023|That all the thoughts I felt then arise 3023|Now,--as with the sea, to rise,-- 3023|That time that time I was first of born, 3023|Now in my youth is only dusk! 3023|That in the old, my fond heart there lay, 3023|Now in the new, I've no voice to sing, 3023|I've only ears to hear!" 3023|"No, no, they never will tell; 3023|The dear one, dear one is not near, 3023|Nor much the love she's wont to feel. 3023|Thou must depart, the fair one stays; 3023|Leave thou the good one alone, 3023|And let him go. 3023|'Tis good, in sooth, that love is free, 3023|That one has only thee. 3023|If that the lover may be one 3023|To leave the fair one alone, 3023|And may not mind her as a courtier, 3023|And her alone, for aught I know!" 3023|"But, alas, poor youth! 'twould be strange! 3023|For I'd be in haste to ======================================== SAMPLE 41440 ======================================== 18238|The air grew heavy and heavy with the weight of dream. 18238|The trees in every windmill, and in every tree 18238|The air had found a place. 18238|I could not see my name. 18238|How could I bear it, when a bird's voice cried, "Ah, ah," 18238|Or a voice from the ground? 18238|I dropped from tree to tree, 18238|The songs that I heard were as sweet as the sounds of a child, 18238|And the air seemed full of joy. 18238|How could I bear to hear? 18238|To me there came a call from down on her knee 18238|And then a whisper: "I know. 18238|Here is the end. 18238|I told you all!" 18238|Here is the end; 18238|I told you all! 18238|I never should know it, 18238|I thought I should know it soon! 18238|The end! 18238|The sky was white above it, 18238|The trees were down about it, 18238|The sky was hollow with thunder, 18238|The trees bowed down their branches, 18238|The air was filled with sudden silence; 18238|The sound of the wind. 18238|The trees made strange voices, 18238|While I stood here alone, 18238|In dream, alone, in silence; 18238|And I knew the end was near. 18238|The sound of a great foot on stone, 18238|The sound of a great hand on the ground, 18238|The sound of a great step in the rain; 18238|Suddenly, at a great movement, 18238|The clouds went away. 17805|of their 17805|"When the moon's at the full" [ed.] The words in this passage are 17805|The moon is shining out 17805|As white and still as the snow; 17805|But, oh, the darkness must be worse 17805|That the soft waters sleep! 17805|Of all the music 17805|That the hills make 17805|Ye can sing the greatest song, 17805|When the dark waves of heaven 17805|Stir in the river-banks. 17805|It is a song that says 17805|Night will follow after day, 17805|Night with her mantle 17805|Of snow and her silken gleam. 17805|So sing our hearts 17805|With love and with prayer, 17805|Till the waves of heaven 17805|Shall join in a wave of peace. 17805|But there's a song of the river-borders 17805|That may drown in a dream 17805|And leave the dream as it were 17805|The music of the moon. 17805|The evening star--he seems as he sinks 17805|Into the river deep, 17805|Yet all in a living gleam 'tis of gold, 17805|A star to hold a place 17805|For shadows upon the river-brink. 17805|There, while he wanders the moonlight 17805|Tangles of purple light 17805|Shine from his fingers white and thin 17805|Like a woman's hair. 17805|His face is as fair as the roses 17805|That blush along the night, 17805|And he wears a star between his locks 17805|That glows like gold. 17805|A violet in gold, 17805|A flower in a rose, 17805|Makes a path from its heart's home 17805|In a halo's ray. 17805|The moon has come to the banks of the river 17805|In the morning to stand 17805|And watch the waters as they drink of it, 17805|His eyes have the look of eyes 17805|They never saw before on the hill. 17805|From the old mill town, 17805|Where they made bread of the best, 17805|They are washing down the river-- 17805|No shore has they seen, nor heard 17805|Of night or of dawn, 17805|But the stars shining from heaven 17805|Look down on the sea. 17805|And as they see the water 17805|The violet flowers 17805|Flutter their heads in the light 17805|In a joyous jubilee. 17805 ======================================== SAMPLE 41450 ======================================== 3468|The day that is to come? 3468|"Come, take my arms of old; 3468|Come! let the sun shine bright 3468|Over this glad earth. 3468|"Come then, come, the year is young; 3468|Come! come! and be to me 3468|The shadow of its day. 3468|"Weeds we are in Springtime yet, 3468|Weeds we shall be in summer: 3468|Come then, take heart, till then." 3468|The wood is bare where the sunbeams shiver 3468|With light, and the greenwood is full of birds; 3468|There is no wind in the branches of the trees, 3468|Nae drouth is in the air, nae drouth is in the air; 3468|The leaves are a' bare, the dew is a rose-leaves deep, 3468|For the dew-drops have not set in a long while. 3468|The spring rains of that year have been dripping 3468|Down through the boughs of the birken-boughs, 3468|And the earth is a dreary and silent place, 3468|And no man come back from the lands of the west. 3468|Now, as they pass, laugh ye not, the old men, 3468|The old men in grey coats and mantles grey, 3468|For the year is dead, and it is the fall of day 3468|That the year has gone before, and the day doth light; 3468|Now laugh ye not, hearken ye, and shout ye, 3468|And the old men in long garments are gone. 3468|He turned him to his couch o'er the golden shore, 3468|Sitteth stone-clad the year in a bed of stone, 3468|And the moon is white o'er the watery graves. 3468|O, my mother, thou'rt no more homely than my father; 3468|But as thou, O my mother, art homely, 3468|So I will make thee, O my mother, a house of peace, 3468|And a fair, soft house, O my mother, like the west. 3468|Out from the north is the golden light that dies, 3468|And the spring rain and the morning star in the west: 3468|My mother, thou art a bride that thou shalt not wear. 3468|From the south is the gold that dieeth in the night, 3468|And the morning star in the west is the moon. 3468|I will send thee a ring of golden thread 3468|That through the years thy hand shall not sever; 3468|The thread of love is all our desire: 3468|Now would I have a little time to see 3468|My life through, O friend, and my love to show. 3468|I will send thee the golden watch of morn, 3468|And a ring of gold; and a ring of gold above 3468|My husband's heart, and my love is all to him. 3468|I will send thee a golden sceptre, 3468|And a ring of silver; a sceptre of gold, 3468|The sceptre of silver is all my own: 3468|Now would I have the joy of life to give 3468|To my home in the land, and to send away 3468|My life's love, O friend, and to send me hence. 3468|O I will set thee on thy brow fair crownings, 3468|And I will set on thee a rich array, 3468|A hundred pearls and a ring of rubies: 3468|Now would I be the lord of thy full house. 3468|O I will a hundred gowns of emerald gold 3468|Set watch by the fire in the light of the moon, 3468|To bring a welcome to thy sweet-voiced boy. 3468|The king with his son's wedding-guests hath gone, 3468|With the last bride and the last bride's bride, my dear, 3468|But the moon watcheth a way, and the sun is out. 3468|O the spring wakes with its light of the morn, 3468|And the summer lives and the summer dies, 3468|And I am alone that cometh not from thee. 3468|The winter wakes with its dark of the ======================================== SAMPLE 41460 ======================================== 615|With words to them, that had the meaning clear. 615|"Thou king of Spain with all thy knights and dames, 615|(Treat her with kind esteem) I bring these news, 615|The noble Hector and the Trojan peer 615|Have perished in the battle, which was just, 615|Whereof to thee no knowledge is, I ween. 615|"I said not all, but left my message short 615|With one, a gentle maid in the despite, 615|Who near Orlando waits to hear the news; 615|That she, if haply she the warrior see, 615|May well justify thy suit and cause to mourn. 615|She sends her weeping father, and her brother, too 615|The lady of the maid, with her to fly. 615|"The twain in that unhappy combat stay 615|A while to see to which side the field is stay. 615|She, that, that is she, whose voice I hear, 615|(I heard but in that camp's dismal night) 615|Bids thee, who in my name, in this, endure 615|To bear this message to the noble peers; 615|And bids thee, as thou might'st likelier be, 615|With thyself, without one fault of mine, 615|With them, and with the damsel do the deed. 615|"This said, the messenger she will not heed 615|Nor other's mood, (for that fair lady's cheer, 615|Which such great pleasure would upon me bring, 615|I ne'er to that case would lift up thought,) 615|But she upon the messenger's intent 615|Will point out that camp and say where it be. 615|My comrade, for he, to the conflict yoke, 615|Is born (I say, and such fact is to be borne) 615|Will bring thee to the camp, and you with nectar 615|Will feast, and with your lady will engage; 615|And having done all which thou by me canst strait. 615|"For to return to Spain, and to pursue 615|This quest with him, which I no less desire, 615|That as to him would be, as is thy right, 615|To seek the field of mighty strife again, 615|(If you nor me but half can comprehend) 615|Thou must with me in the camp such service do, 615|As may atone a thousand years will stay. 615|Nor him nor any of his peers in show, 615|Will see the camp for his destruction plant 615|This year, this coming March; so shall he prove, 615|A wight, which me and all in their opinion. 615|"And, if to thee is ever too little fame, 615|Or too great, by him to be remembered, 615|I say withal, that if thou'lt ever win 615|Thy wish; if thou canst, with me canst not, 615|That thou with others' praise shalt never faint, 615|Then thou a sultan in this camp shalt be, 615|With many others to a sultanage." 615|Then, on their way, the two fair knights return 615|To the old Saracen, and, as they passed, 615|Arrive before the fortress at the side 615|Of a long chasm, amid its rocks and sands. 615|Here, while they halt, a damsel stops in stall, 615|And by her youth, 'mid other knights, reposes: 615|He, having made his suit and taken leave, 615|Thither a footman stands his way to guide. 615|To him Orlando (the boldness of the wight 615|And beauty which such service only yields) 615|Talks, with that other knights, and makes at will 615|His suit, nor ever fails to give a clue 615|Where his good will can be best found. "Ah, say, 615|Suffice that you are in good condition fine, 615|To which I would such message have conveyed?" 615|(Plays Orlando) "And that my service here 615|Was not in vain, as never was the case. 615|If it were, why I to you such message bear, 615|And how I was in France and what was mine 615|With you shall make ample evident: 615|And to relate the present circumstance 615|That with my kinsman I have hither moved, 615|I know not: for his kinsman, ======================================== SAMPLE 41470 ======================================== 937|He's a very good man and dear to me, 937|And I'll never ask him for a song or a letter. 937|But when I've had as great an adventure 937|As his he needs to prove his manhood right, 937|He'll tell a splendid story and then ask for a kiss; 937|And I'll never ask for another, till I die. 937|Oft I've wondered what it is Life holds 937|For the man who is no longer young; 937|And I've longed to understand -- the reason 937|Why the children of our youth appear 937|So different in so many ways; 937|But I never can hear the reason guessed, 937|Never can see it, never can feel it, 937|When the children of our youth appear. 937|I'm the son of a simple-hearted man, 937|Fair in face and lovely in his limbs; 937|And a woman I love -- an old-fashioned wife, 937|That is all that a wife can be. 937|My good wife in spite of the strife and strain, 937|Pays true, kind attention to me; 937|And I love her so well, I never tire 937|Of being near her, even when 937|I must work, and all around me seems drear, 937|And I feel that my homely life is o'er. 937|To-day I had the happiest of days, 937|For one of my children -- but, oh! 937|I would have died -- if it hadn't been 937|A much smaller thing I cherish so -- 937|A little boy, so fine and small, 937|That at my breast I could not gently press 937|And kiss -- and soothe him -- as I may. 937|Ah, happy days may come again, 937|And I, for one, shall not regret them, 937|I, that have tried all sorts of things. 937|But it's all gone now; it could not be 937|A happier life, I think, if all 937|Had never gone on. I, for my part, 937|Shall never more, I think, a wife find 937|So simple-hearted. God bless you, dear; 937|God bless your little boy. God bless your wife; 937|And God defend every widow's right. 937|"But it's all gone now." Why, it may be 937|The wind is blowing, and it may be 937|It washes ashore -- but never mind that -- 937|It's all gone now! Why, all the rest 937|Is what you need to keep you going. 937|Yes, a man must toil, and must give o'er, 937|And strive, and struggle for a share, 937|And must seek comfort, joy and rest, 937|E'en when his life is at its best -- 937|But that's the case, I think not too hard, 937|For the world's too great for one man's dream, 937|And the glory will not always shine, 937|And the glory, too, of man's good will. 937|Good-by forever, and "I love you!" 937|As it were a tender word of 5th 937|Or 6th grade. 937|Good-by, little darling! God bless 937|You! God bless you! God bless you! 937|"Oh, what is it, Father? Father, Father, 937|It seems very late -- very late -- 937|That you are calling me." 937|A dim-seen light on the father's eye 937|Flashed forth beneath his careful gaze: 937|And he said: 937|"My dear little daughter, what is this 937|That you are saying so? 937|"A whisper came at eve, and I thought 937|I should never speak to you again; 937|And yet 't is Mother who is come, 937|And I feel a strange alarm." 937|At last, 937|With her folded hand, she did answer, 937|Poor little child: 937|"Father, Father ======================================== SAMPLE 41480 ======================================== 1006|This is a matter of consequence: woe 1006|To him from whom alone such punishment 1006|Is cogniz'd."--"If thou," he answer'd, "hadst heard 1006|While still a child, that which was narrat'd on 1006|The tree, thou hadst bin incredulous." 1006|Then added: "Not yet my doubt is dead, 1006|If 't may be believe that she, who speaks thus, 1006|And bears those words which sound so wickedly, 1006|Was yet a virgin; but since more nigh, 1006|That doubt has remain'd."--"If not yet quite dead, 1006|She was more mortal than thou think'st she was; 1006|And therefore from the neck downwards must have 1006|Contain'd her."--"Oh!" said I, "good soul! who numbered 1006|Her those other sins along with hers, that are 1006|The heavier still, must needs have weigh'd them, ere 1006|He who narrates them should have acknowledg'd them. 1006|Therefore among the vestal dames none wash them, 1006|None in the midnight silence." He then 1006|Arose, turn'd his face, and said aloud: 1006|"What words are these? I hardly recognize 1006|Any in my memory." Of those words mine eyes 1006|Are holden now, but with strong resolve 1006|And with an eager resolution to pursue, 1006|Though long, the elusive trail. Yet accord none 1006|Seem'd the tale's inconsistency or neglect, 1006|Though redundancy has loss of sweetness, and a 1006|Slight disagreeable gust of sense and word. 1006|NOW had I reach'd the river's narrow tide, 1006|And were without but a short bridge across, 1006|Then to have seen, if hope had not guarded me, 1006|SATAN behind, as fancy had intend'd, 1006|E'en a hundred cubits in height and broad, 1006|Standing stern and haggard, as the work 1006|Of Vulcan, when he scorch'd it. Opposite, 1006|ENTRICLE standing on the spot,pired 1006|Burning with rage. This when I saw, mine eyes 1006|My breast, where memory fails, did first unrange, 1006|Lest, in new wonder, I should find them miss 1006|Or griev'd by dwarfed space. This said, there erect 1006|(On the dashed flumes not mov'd) against the stars 1006|He stay'd, as if embass'd, with shoulders I knew not, 1006|Hurl'd out from the stony rims. My sight 1006|Thus traveling onwards, fond, dup'd and dazzled, 1006|I mark'd him but the head of him we last saw, 1006|Who in the cradle sat; and as my lord call'd 1006|I know not how else should phrase, who thus address'd 1006|Me: "Stranger, what brings thee? Ere thy length 1006|Comest, how steadily hast thou track'd the way? 1006|Tell me, if thou hast sight'd such in the sky." 1006|"Guido of Duca," I thus fram'd, "if thou 1006|Hast in Rome any friend, who canst thee point out?" 1006|"I came from Bolognae," he replied, 1006|"But as I went, a farthing too; but now 1006|V/ere I hear, in America, a roaring sound 1006|Of great revelry, with voices loud,--called 1006|The Arena,--I am come, and have seen fight 1006|Sicilian nature in Hercules, at nought 1006|Lighter than thine. And truly, in that portion 1006|Not far off, the body of that good man 1006|Was scarce nurst to reach the ring. But now, the Muse, 1006|That hath tormented me with grievous reports, 1006|Hath wit new flame for, and I am hither led 1006|Up to the sum of things. So evil quickly 1006|Follows good, and so it always will do, 1006|Though it please God, that, in this mortal mould, 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 41490 ======================================== 5186|For the first of the journey have grown 5186|One year older, two years the old one, 5186|One year the middle one." 5186|Then the blacksmith, Ilmarinen, 5186|Spake these simple words to Rime, 5186|These the words of the magician: 5186|"O thou daughter of Master-wain, 5186|Wainamoinen, wonder-working rhymster, 5186|Do not go beyond these stepping-stones, 5186|To the territory of thy people; 5186|Thou shalt meet some evil fate, 5186|Suffer cruel pains and tortures, 5186|May thy future children perish; 5186|Many have gone to earth dead, 5186|Called to life again from tortures. 5186|Many have broken all thy laws, 5186|How canst thou then thyself improve them?" 5186|Spake the blacksmith, Ilmarinen: 5186|"All my life long I have been living, 5186|Never has the magic vessel 5186|Passed beyond these stepping-stones; 5186|I must now proceed in anger, 5186|Have recourse to weapons keenness, 5186|Jumala is my father's father, 5186|I have kinsmen also living, 5186|Living in good St. Olave's hamlet, 5186|In my head are all the thoughts of Jumala." 5186|Straightway he prepares a thousand weapons, 5186|Weapons of all shapes, and purposes. 5186|Thus he trains the awful war-horse, 5186|Quickly builds a rapid vessel; 5186|Lifts the boat, the cabLES, on high, 5186|Then the red sparks fly in vengeance, 5186|Like the sparks from iron brawns. 5186|Dire the blaze of weapons hanging, 5186|Dire the fires within the war-poles, 5186|From the tomahawk, the trowel, 5186|From the battle-axe, the fur-blade, 5186|From the lance of Lapland made. 5186|Who will hearken to the story, 5186|Who will understand the story, 5186|How a young and handsome youth, 5186|With his hair unkempt and garments 5186|Falling to his feet in terror, 5186|With his locks dishevelled by Maamo? 5186|Quick the daring magician, 5186|Takes the locks of stout Lapland hero, 5186|As a girdle round his body; 5186|Wraps them round with this his body; 5186|Shapes himself a great oak-tree, 5186|Rivers deep, deep within the Northland. 5186|Then he takes the bark of birch-wood, 5186|As his belt of leathern maille, 5186|On his hands, and wrists, and ankles; 5186|Safely safeguards at Winter's solstice, 5186|Sets the treasures of the future; 5186|Straightway hastens on his journey 5186|To the court of ancient Maamo; 5186|There dishevels he his hair-cap, 5186|Gives the warrior-costume, battle. 5186|Quickly hastens to the Northland 5186|To the home of ancient Saari; 5186|On the threshold sits the minstrel, 5186|There plays blytheow and airs his drum-stick, 5186|Pipes his war-drum of Tampeia, 5186|And the wizard plays the drums of witchcraft, 5186|On the floor plays aye Ruari. 5186|Then the ancient dame, guessed long ago, 5186|Thus addresses the bard beloved: 5186|"Long ago, my son, thy father 5186|Thou hast well discerned, what I hear 5186|In these discordant airs of flutes; 5186|Play'st thou thy part with such poor trifles, 5186|That thy fame is yet unwashed and unran 5186|In the annals of Tamrossian. 5186|"If thou know'st not, thou must renounce 5186|Thy learned father's arts of magic, 5186|And his arts of sorcery be, 5186|In thy home among the giants. ======================================== SAMPLE 41500 ======================================== 1365|As the light on water burns and turns; 1365|As in a window stands the lamp, 1365|And I watch it with such glad surmise! 1365|The great world, once a mystery,-- 1365|Sealed with a hieroglyphic sign 1365|On the forehead of the sage, 1365|That its secrets might be told more plainly 1365|To the child and the adult? 1365|Behold the world! Beneath it rise 1365|The hieractic steps, 1365|That the great Master of Destiny 1365|Might guide his generations more. 1365|This is the place of all mysteries; 1365|There are eyes in it, 1365|And in these eyes are the eyes of men 1365|Whom the ancient wise 1365|Of Egypt worshipped with wonder and awe! 1365|Behold the hieratic gate, 1365|In which the Great Masters go 1365|Each in his own peculiar way,-- 1365|The eternal Great Master is Lord of all! 1365|And the eyes in us 1365|Are mirrored like the mirrors of things, 1365|Mirrored in Him; 1365|We are like mirrors in which we read 1365|The sacred page. 1365|He is the Master, and he says: 1365|"I am thy seed! I fill thy place, 1365|And in it live!" 1365|But we are like weary travellers, 1365|Who stand and look upon the sea; 1365|And its waves make answer with fear, 1365|"Woe is me!" 1365|Whichever way we turn, or speak, 1365|The air speaks openly to us; 1365|And our lips refuse its frankness. 1365|The golden gates of mystery 1365|Are flung wide; 1365|And we pass into the city of woe! 1365|The very cells of the human soul 1365|Are covered thick with sin and sorrow! 1365|The very cells where God dwells have doors 1365|That can throw up the curtain of night, 1365|And shut out day. 1365|But we behold the light of day 1365|Before the gates of the dark city; 1365|And we hear its voices,--the eternal cries 1365|Of the spirit whose voice fills all the spheres! 1365|The gates of the secret city, 1365|That open on the infinite seas, 1365|Are opened to our souls to-day, 1365|And we may enter with all the keys 1365|That unlock the wondrous gates of heaven. 1365|From the dawn, that breaks upon the trees, 1365|Till the twilight's darkness shuts the trees, 1365|Sailing the sunbeam out of them, 1365|Comes a light upon the waters, 1365|And from every water-body 1365|The echoes of the night-winds 1365|Fantastically rise and answer, 1365|With tones of thunder, 1365|Of the tempest and the storm, 1365|And the darkness on the billow; 1365|And it sounds in whispers over all the shores 1365|Like the voice of voices that speak in dreams. 1365|And every island is to be filled, 1365|By the echoing billows, 1365|With the voices of the winds and waves, 1365|With the thunder of the gulfs, and the strife 1365|Of all the waters that ever swelled and roared 1365|And raved,--with the roar of that wild sound 1365|It fills me with alarm, and my heart 1365|Leaps and bleats with restless emotion,-- 1365|And I long to be a messenger 1365|And messenger of peace unto the trees 1365|Of the silent island-isles. 1365|I am in a garden; 1365|There are twenty roses, 1365|And I pick and pluck them; 1365|There are twenty violets, 1365|And I lay them by the feet 1365|Of my mistress, Diana. 1365|They are beautiful, 1365|And the garden is full of the scent 1365|Of the violet; 1365|I would not live without them 1365|For my heart is like a flower 1365|In the garden: 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 41510 ======================================== 23123|As the day is dying in the west; 23123|A little way down-the-west, 23123|And the day-sun is setting; 23123|And I should be glad if I could stand on a shelf, 23123|And look down into the river. 23123|As I stand on the brink of the river, 23123|I behold the little islands in the ocean 23123|Staring right up into the sun; 23123|For they must remember what has happened to them, 23123|At the hands of the other great mother. 23123|The moon is above, my happy little island, 23123|And the stars in the misty heavens shine, 23123|Bending their broad lids to the little sea-shell 23123|Blown up by the wind in the west. 23123|For if the stars and moon should disappear, 23123|The sea-shell and I must go away. 23123|So the dream is true, the dream is true: 23123|My little island in the misty heaven, 23123|Aware of all happiness, 23123|Will be at last a very happy little sea-shell, 23123|Like the rest of the world in the misty heaven. 23123|There's a flower that blooms in the garden of my soul, 23123|As sweet as sweet can be, 23123|And that's the heart-warm, true heart-healer 23123|That blooms on my bed of gold. 23123|The little leaves fall one by one--and then 23123|A dance of butterflies 23123|With rose and daffodil on their wings comes 23123|To make an after-fall. 23123|Sweet little leaves, go away, 23123|Stay not long on the tree 23123|But come at the very hour 23123|When the sun is shining in the sky. 23123|I've laid me down, I see, 'neath the soft redwood shade 23123|To watch the little hours go by. 23123|O, gentle sun, when they shall come betimes-- 23123|Or come the first, or the last! - 23123|I'll put on my dark green mantle and a bonnet, 23123|And forth to meet them go. 23123|And if at some good bonfire we should meet, 23123|To make our greeting kind 23123|We'll sit in the shadowed glades till the fire is lit, 23123|And, laughing, laugh and laugh. 23123|They never knew the grief of man, till they lost the heart. 23123|The poor man that's forsaken and left desolate 23123|Must ever have a friend to comfort and relieve. 23123|My heart was sick and sad, and sadder yet 23123|When I found that there was no one to heal my pain. 23123|No one but myself, the only creature brave 23123|Left in the wide world, for the little child 23123|That lies in sickness in a foreign land. 23123|"I am the child," I softly said; "I am the child, 23123|But oh, how sad the face will be when I am gone. 23123|I never again will sleep in mother's lap, 23123|I will not go to sleep each night in the church. 23123|I will not kiss the babe, but lock it in my bosom 23123|Behind the little arm that was kindly lent to me. 23123|Oh, the good mother was poor, and lost, alas! 23123|Her only blessing, my only comfort lost. 23123|"How sad, my darling, how sad I shall grow, 23123|When I cannot see my darling or touch his cheek. 23123|And he shall never understand my word of honour, 23123|As though it were an idle whim and empty talk: 23123|I'll give him only one kiss to show my love, 23123|And he'll never understand. Dear little snow, 23123|My love is dead." 23123|And so, as though in sadness, I retired 23123|To the far-away; 23123|And I lay in the deep blue sky, 23123|And with my heart I murmured these last words 23123|'My child is grown!' 23123|And so it was I heard one sad farewell, 23123|And I went forth to heaven in the night; 23123| ======================================== SAMPLE 41520 ======================================== 3168|There may be hope and love, no doubt. 3168|In spite of my dreams of the far, 3168|I could not but wonder and doubt, 3168|If on Earth's most lovely hills you stand, 3168|Wearing the golden tresses and brown, 3168|And in your voice and eyes all sweet. 3168|If in your eyes there floated such grace 3168|Of all that I had said above, 3168|Would you not say me, "Sister, well-a-day! 3168|How sweet that you wear curls of gold?" 3168|Or if you were but wise to look 3168|In my light hair when you thought "I'll be--HAY!" 3168|Would not your eyes have known the shame 3168|Of me, a woman, to wear it, 3168|And in yours would be light hatred, I wot, 3168|If you told me how _you_ loved me. 3168|Ah, well it may be, though you know me best, 3168|That with mine are many fates, and mine 3168|Most happy, as with thine, in Paradise; 3168|Yet have I had a thousand sinner's ways, 3168|And many sorrows too, and many tears; 3168|And one, my sweetest, hath forsaken me. 3168|One, who had brought me home, when the first thought I had 3168|In my young heart was of love--to my sweetest. 3168|And has found, in this, her joy was false bliss; 3168|And now, she has changed my life's original dream 3168|In my young heart so dearly, and will, before 3168|I am wed or widowed. Oh, it is a woe! 3168|So, I know why the world should have been my own 3168|Upon Love's Paradise set so fair for me, 3168|And that, before the world as an unpraised slave, 3168|Had thought, "I'll be happy if it live to-day!" 3168|When thy feet went forth to the place where I worship 3168|In awe of Him who was the Lord of the world 3168|And the beauty that made it, thou hadst no need 3168|To seek the world's glory to fill the life 3168|Of thy soul. All that it bore of its poor worth 3168|Thou hadst the strength of in Him. Thou didst not see 3168|How my Lord had called thee to live, to live 3168|In the world's heart, because I found thee there. 3168|Oft have I wept in some lonely place, and sighed 3168|With the voice I knew on that dark day of youth 3168|When a kiss fell on my bosom in the dawn 3168|Of an hour that I thought was sweet. But thou, 3168|Thou hadst the strength of my Lord to endure 3168|And look calmly out at the day of my death, 3168|And to look, with a courage new-made and rare, 3168|Deeply down on the pit of his keeping. 3168|But, O heart of love, in a land apart, 3168|Thou, I knew was in God's keeping. So it is 3168|That the night of my soul is with my Lord 3168|And his children. 3168|And he said to me, 3168|"What need hast thou to go to such-fool's realm 3168|And the beauty that made it, if thou knowest! 3168|My house is as thou'lt find in the world, it is 3168|All of me. Be it that thou'rt loved and dwelt 3168|Unfraudily, and that thou wast a true wife 3168|Unblemished in life until thy face was shorn 3168|By a thrust, when I called thee to bed." And then 3168|He kissed me. "It is done!" 3168|O heart of love, be it that 3168|He saw the good and evil of that day, 3168|And the crime and the fear and disgrace; 3168|"Be mine the good and evil alike! 'tis done, 3168|As God shall see fit!" And so he went 3168|From my soul to thy love. And there he died. ======================================== SAMPLE 41530 ======================================== 18500|To tell ye'r e'er that I was wid a chiel. 18500|But here's ane aye winning, 18500|But here's ane aye winning, 18500|I'll ne'er ask ye'r for it; 18500|I'll ne'er ask ye'r for it; 18500|I'll ne'er ask ye'r for it; 18500|I'll ne'er ask ye'r for it; 18500|I'll ne'er ask ye'r for it; 18500|He's getting a', he's getting a', 18500|He's getting a', he's getting a', 18500|An' he'll get his auld folks by the score o' ye, 18500|Wi' their hame-mem', and they wad na judge ye. 18500|An' he'll get his auld folks, an' he'll get his auld wife; 18500|An' he'll get his auld wife, an' he'll get his auld ship; 18500|Wha can clo', when he's growing, as we see to day, 18500|Sharks against a gude hand; 18500|An' he'll get his auld wife, an' he'll get his auld ship, 18500|An' he'll get his auld wife, an' he'll get his auld hens; 18500|An' he'll get his auld folks, an' he'll get his auld hens, 18500|An' he'll get his auld mother, an' he'll get his auld mother; 18500|An' he'll get his auld wife, an' he'll get his auld wife, 18500|An' he'll get his auld wife, an' he'll get his auld wife; 18500|An' he'll get his auld dog, an' he'll get his auld dog, 18500|An' he'll get his auld hen, an' he'll get his auld hen; 18500|An' he'll get his auld father, an' he'll get his auld father, 18500|An' he'll get his auld mother, an' he'll get his auld mother; 18500|An' he'll get his auld gray hairs, an' he'll get his auld hairs, 18500|An' he'll get his auld sister, an' he'll get his auld sister. 18500|Wha can clo'e on? 18500|Wha can clo'e on? 18500|Wha can clo'e on? 18500|Wha ever gives a turn, 18500|I'll ne'er give a turn, 18500|To that fause king, 18500|Wha gave him a' his crown, 18500|He wha gave it a'. 18500|But I'm gaun to my man, 18500|I'm gaun to my man, 18500|Ye'll be my mistress 18500|That's a' a man 18500|Whar he was bred; 18500|He's no my man 18500|Whar that she's gane; 18500|That's a' a man 18500|Whar that she's gane 18500|To be his wife, 18500|Or, at wark, she's gane 18500|An' been the bawdy 18500|An' bac't upon 18500|That a' her bairns 18500|Might win' gane. 18500|Tune.--"_The time will come when I wither up this heart to think._" 18500|O time will not be long, nor tide allow, 18500|While I live, to say my say; 18500|'Tis not for all heaven to wonders give, 18500|Thro' whare I go or whare I go: 18500|Nor, while earth doth rest an' dream, 18500|But here I'll say my bit 18500|And, to assure ye, I'm kend, 18500|My say is naught but naught but naught, 18500|An' none o' thine to change it; 18500|When earth's bonny face appears, 18500|That's fairer than hersel': 18500|This is the law, I guess, 18500|That governeth us above; 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 41540 ======================================== 19226|The man is not a Christian who in his heart is 19226|A Christian, and the man who dares to deny the love of Christ. 19376|_The Land of Wishes_ 19376|For thee a hundred years from now my life has passed. 19376|For thee a hundred years of joy and sorrow I bring; 19376|For thee a hundred goodly years of my old age. 19376|There's not a star that shines in heaven, or a cloud, or sun, 19376|Is half as great as good old England was when we were free. 19376|She's a land of dreams--her faith shall never die; 19376|I'll never see her on the ocean, 'mid her ocean-children. 19376|To-day, no, no more to see her face was to me a delight. 19376|I'll see her and forget her. 19376|For thee a hundred years from now our life we'll lead. 19376|For thee a hundred goodly years I've given up, and now 19376|Will give them back to thee, my old, old England, and God. 19376|She's lost her old and loving ways. 19376|The old-fashioned ways of old-time England, 19376|Her soul's old-fashioned ways, 19376|And all her heart by England are set. 19376|How long--how long--shall such a soul be wed 19376|To England without one tear that's for the Queen? 19376|A hundred years--how long!--aye, a thousand year-- 19376|Shall that be o'er?--a hundred years? 19376|Or can she live--how can she die in peace? 19376|Or even a hundred goodlier ways could make: 19376|"England is out; leave we the rest!" 19376|But still, the heart of England to-day 19376|Fills her a half-mile lot of ours 19376|Of which all England's England, all her life, 19376|Hath one portion free, and one portion home. 19376|O, we must be true and faithful. But we're there-- 19376|We're there--where we come in contact with Earth; 19376|A-creaking and a-shouting and a-brawling, 19376|A-hollowing and a-groaning and a-whmashing, 19376|The best of this Earth we have. 19376|We are, ourselves, the best of England. We 19376|In our life's great inner life, 19376|In our soul's pure soul of clear-eyed boldness, 19376|In our heart's firm heart of strong intent, 19376|In our eyes' bright eyes of love; 19376|For we live 'neath Earth's dim, old wintry eye, 19376|In our strong-minded, bold-lipped, strong will, 19376|In our heart's strong heart of surety, that has 19376|Too strong a touch not for herself to move. 19376|And we think that there's no more, no less than there 19376|Was 'fore we came here; 19376|That the hand that took these lands, and the hands 19376|That bore them hence, are all lost, all past, 19376|When the spirit, which holds them in a dream, 19376|Writes the words and dies. 19376|We are the English that we were in happier times, 19376|When I could walk with you, and talk with you, 19376|And know you but our neighbour, and not one of you 19376|Could ever 'gainst another take delight. 19376|But since in those days we must have ties of love, 19376|And not only links of service; now, my friend, 19376|The first, and best, lie far away. 19376|We must be true friends, our lives and ours to one, 19376|That is best, though foreign: and, but remote 19376|Are the ties that ought to be dear. 19376|As the sea has many, many reefs; 19376|No shore, where we may all meet and rest; 19376|As the sun has many, many rings, 19376|In the day's journey many shades must be. 19376|So many of us the shadow show; 19376|So many, we have many to meet; 19376|And many ======================================== SAMPLE 41550 ======================================== 18007|Like the wind that stirs the rushes. 18007|He could not take me and he thought me 18007|Groping. 18007|"You think it strange you put me here," 18007|He said. 18007|But the night was cold beneath the moonlight, 18007|And the sun, 18007|The red sun with his fiery scimitar, 18007|And the trees and the grasses, 18007|And the silence, and the light, 18007|And the scent of the fresh-breath'd winds, 18007|And the little brook that gurgled and drank-- 18007|And the wind, 18007|And the stars, and the sun, 18007|And the moon. 18007|Then I took him as his lover's-- 18007|And the silence and the wind 18007|And the stars were kind to him. 18007|"_I have come with you to tell you this:_" 18007|Then I held his hand to his mouth. 18007|But the sound was like the whispering 18007|Of a dream. 18007|And a sound of laughing and crying 18007|And a sound of feet in the house, 18007|And a shriek as of a woman's. 18007|And I never found the voice-- 18007|Only I knew that there was weeping 18007|The instant I saw him. 18007|_Oh, the song's the one song!_ 18007|It made no echo or answer. 18007|And the tune of it was not my tune, 18007|But it made _his_ sad eyes bright. 18007|For the dear face within them 18007|Had gone before him. 18007|And the dear face without them 18007|Had come with him to tell him this: 18007|To live in our hearts is better, 18007|Better, better than to rest, 18007|And a whole summer is better, 18007|Better, better than to die-- 18007|The deadlier, coldest, 18007|Deadliest! 18007|_O brother, O friend,_ 18007|_Who is it that goes here,_ 18007|_Who is it that goes hence?_ 18007|_The love-songs that were your one delight,_ 18007|_And the hopes that made your one desire!_ 18007|_And the hours that came with him we love so,_ 18007|_The nights that were his own, dearest!_ 18007|_Why did he go, and not return?_ 18007|_Why did he go and leave us so,_ 18007|_Why did he win the dainty things,_ 18007|_But the wealth to keep him glad awhile_ 18007|_And bring all pleasures under one dome,_ 18007|_The joys to be for ever--and the worse?_ 18007|_For he had a heart of gold,_ 18007|_And a love-songs we had no heart for,_ 18007|_And the dainty things that he loved the best,_ 18007|_Though we kept the love-songs that he loved 18007|We would not give to him, nor let him go!_ 18007|_Oh, where is he gone, my brother?_ 18007|_O brother, O friend,_ 18007|_Who is it brings here home,_ 18007|_Why he brings your work to here_? 18007|_"He goes to keep the dainty things_, 18007|_He is taking them, the dear--_ 18007|_But your work is never ours_!" 18007|_Oh, the songs are the songs, my friend!_ 18007|They have gone from my soul, and with them gone 18007|The thoughts that in them dwell. 18007|O brother, can you not live by them too, 18007|And be as a child of those good songs? 18007|To my heart you have said, "He died to-day; 18007|He is gone away to-day." 18007|'Twas a sad day for him. 18007|The little birds were gone. 18007|Oh, the poor little birds! 18007|But the wings from his little feet 18007|Were lifted over him, and his eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 41560 ======================================== 8792|The other to his lady's side, all tearful he 8792|Pent upon her: and the load which on the neck 8792|Bore of the other he had shed, was gathered now 8792|Into his own: both with tears were equally full. 8792|I was too near them at this to see how near 8792|They were to us; but I perceiv'd it at the least. 8792|Whence she, who was not seated opposite, 8792|Breaketh away: I up to her side did thrust. 8792|Her act and manners so inflamed my mind 8792|With love, that I as a thing most human grew, 8792|Nor trusts myself to speak, nor doth permit 8792|My words to fall from me, like sheets of cold, 8792|Unwept, and unbeguiled, and opening not my breast. 8792|Whence she unto me: "Why exalt thyself 8792|To be the Sum of their effluence, more 8792|Than I to be the weight of infamy. 8792|To thee, who sittest at the fountain head, 8792|All those, who have leadership of VENUS' host, 8792|Fell thus: Behold the sons of Eve thus shaken; 8792|So were they all conven'd: up then musing, I 8792|Reto the mountain took my homeward way. 8792|Nor with enlarged view, my counsellor Hubert, 8792|Thou fear'st to see, of those, who now are born, 8792|Less are they than empty winds, that blow against 8792|Whate'er in their eminent right is rent. 8792|For these, as tidings, of one, who died, 8792|Within the tent, that inward to the church 8792|All company took, a fire had kindled. 8792|Next came they, to censure him that death 8792|So parting them had brought to light. One of them 8792|Cried out; "Sodom and Gomorrah! ‎ now give us light!" 8792|So long silence was made, as they were pressing 8792|To the next wicket, that no eye might gain 8792|Upon them, by their close clinging. Of thy seed 8792|The sons thou leav'st have not perished, but have lost 8792|Light, thou great Founder! and behold in us 8792|No trustee than thou: wherefore they not only 8792|Accursed be, but more so, exunditorious." 8792|Thus they, for they beheld me sad, were mute; 8792|And one, the smith of Heliodorus, spoke: 8792|"That spirit, which is so like unto itself, 8792|It seems the image of itself, was formed 8792|Even of the men who came from that region, 8792|When the' infernal pit was yet untrodden. 8792|Ofttimes it runs contrary to the voice 8792|Of what the spirits are, when come to ask 8792|For grace upon us. Falling off from sin, 8792|Well may we now again attain to speed, 8792|Since scarce to speech our wishes can be ta'en." 8792|Uprose thenella, leaning on her elbow, 8792|Heliodorus: "Aye, said'st thou, thus much to know. 8792|Who are these, whom full courage bears away?" 8792|" 'Twas that sagacious smith, whose name was Passus," 8792|replied he, "who christ'ned me: and he ended, 8792|When I had on the jutting edge of it 8792|Set my foot: 'twixt Leman's plain and Saltensian 8792|The strait pass, th' equally difficult ascent. 8792|Yet I its passage o'er that rock could pass, 8792|And with such steps so much the passage cost, 8792|That at the point where it intercepts the sea, 8792|I needed not the use of aught else." [_Further_] 8792|"Thou then amongst the craggy crags," said I, 8792|"Didst whelm the whale, or serpent, in thy clinging 8792|Gash, or through other ======================================== SAMPLE 41570 ======================================== 1030|The King doth hold it his business 1030|To do all things he can for thee. 1030|Ye know, Sirs, our King is just; 1030|What's his intent, for you can ne'er see; 1030|So be it we do but our best, 1030|And God give you his good advice. 1030|From "Anacreon". The first half of this line appears 1030|on the fourth morning after the Sun. The second half is 1030|from the same MS. 1030|"Baron Aengus's selfe is now so bold 1030|That he hadnt been in his life so long." 1030|From "Homeric Books". This appears in the present volume. 1030|first half of the line appears in the following MS. 1030|"He is called the King Aengus' selfe." 1030|"He is called the King Aengus' selfe, 1030|The King, for his good name's sake. 1030|The King, for his owne sake, 1030|In all his kingdom's sake, 1030|The King of the land, 1030|Sees he that is the King Aengus' selfe. 1030|The King Aengus' selfe is the King's owne; 1030|The King's so proud for his owne sake 1030|That he wendeth by this side of the way, 1030|And not to go in without." 1030|From "Homer and Other Verses". "This song" begins 1030|"Now when he would to the King 1030|Had made an oath to be his friend, 1030|He knew him well, the King Aengus', 1030|Who was the same that he had had. 1030|Their names both their mouths did show; 1030|They knew each other well, and so 1030|Had been so long together. 1030|They met in merry green at Hathmouth, 1030|With others many, who have heard, 1030|How they met in court, and each contrived 1030|To set a wight upon his back." 1030|The first half of this line appears in the first edition. 1030|"But Aengus is the King's owne sonne, 1030|And is his Brother too, 1030|And he to none can this thing abidee, 1030|But he his body to make Aeng, 1030|To do Aeng Aeng's will; 1030|The King will hear and none reply, 1030|And Aengus with his crowne 1030|And his Highness' hair hath shorn; 1030|But that Aengus will have no paine, 1030|He first hath this for to doe, 1030|To take it from him will be his will, 1030|And that in a childe's cheek." 1030|The second half of this line is imitative of the Latin 1030|"For Aengus is the King's owne Sonne, 1030|And his Highness is the same; 1030|And he will have no paine 1030|Nor none in his body to make, 1030|Neither with the Crowne nor hair, 1030|But out of his head will be hanged, 1030|Out of his head will be hanged 1030|A King is no long prisoner, 1030|Nor Aengus in his head 1030|Shall have for to his head. 1030|"Let our good Lord John now goe hence, 1030|Whose Grace is a long way; 1030|He shall no more be King in Northumberland, 1030|But his King Christadelphie. 1030|Therein he shall no more continue, 1030|But down to hell be crushed, 1030|And when that he hath spent this place, 1030|The Lord will give him his end." 1030|"Now for her owne sake 1030|Let him be contented, 1030|For so much good is in her, 1030|She shall him make his mistress." 1030|From "The Legend of Good Women". This is the first in a series of 1030|ill-favored poems which has hitherto escaped the notice of the 1030|invention of the poet, at any rate, for ======================================== SAMPLE 41580 ======================================== 1279|A' thro' the dang o' the dame, 1279|Wi' hingin lips and a' oot o' grace, 1279|I canna lie still. 1279|The lang, the lang, the lang, the lang, 1279|My love, your last word } 1279|Let us part! we'll toil and waste! (1) } 1279|Let us part! and were together! (2) 1279|And I'll come again, my dear, 1279|Yon or ye see me no more, 1279|Let us, in Heaven, meet anon. 1279|The following extracts, from an interview with Mr. John 1279|Barton, late a Mr. E. D. (of the same city), have been 1279|The first of these extracts is quoted directly from the 1279|volume of Sir Philip Sidney's Poems (1741). 1279|Now to the joys that o'er us steal! 1279|The sun glints on our way on high, 1279|And every flower and tree is gay. 1279|Our hoary Parnassian guides the eye 1279|To where the glitt'ring rill is seen, 1279|And all the hills of the forest smile 1279|With beauty and with many a gleam. 1279|The sun is set and we have drawn near 1279|The day of redemption, hence in peace 1279|We'll toil, nor think of sorrowing aught; 1279|While he who tempts the wandering eye 1279|Shall to no end thy steps attend, 1279|Whose smile shall melt the deepest frown, 1279|Whose voice shall charm and with gladness cheer. 1279|Oh, rich and fragrant Spring! 1279|When first the shades of this dark world appear; 1279|When the young sun first lifts its little horn, 1279|And with the mild east-winds gently blows; 1279|When the soft air is moisten'd and the flowers 1279|Unfurled their budded heads, and smiled 1279|O'er the young plant and festal day,-- 1279|Aurelian Autumn had not shin'd 1279|Thro' the green leaves hung, 1279|As blythe, sweet, and good as they. 1279|Then thro' the woods did Music run, 1279|As merrily danc'd the revels high; 1279|And the streamlet lipps, 1279|And the smile o' the hill, 1279|With a higher pitch had echo'd all. 1279|But, ah, the trees! their leaves are cast, 1279|And with them fell the happiest flower, 1279|For the wreath that crown'd their bowers hath burst; 1279|Yea, by this glowing earth 1279|Has been a burning flame, 1279|Mash'd up, and plunge'd in the river deep. 1279|O ye sweet flowers 1279|Ye flourish on your fair green beds! 1279|O you fair hours! 1279|When my bosom swell'd with you, 1279|And joy glow'd in each bosom; 1279|While I caress'd you, 1279|With my careless fingers! 1279|Now, one by one, I find them laid, 1279|The beauties of the earth which once 1279|With a rapture fill'd my fancy; 1279|Now, for ever lost, I weep them, 1279|And for ever mourn them, 1279|For a happier lot hath lightly 1279|Come upon me! 1279|See the green grow upon the breast 1279|Of the green turf the sun hath press'd; 1279|And the flow'r's fair form, 1279|Which in youth was so beauteous, 1279|Now is moss'd and sullied 1279|By the winds of autumn, 1279|And the winter wind. 1279|As pale and grey 1279|As that of morn, 1279|When a stormy blast 1279|Broke the bright east, 1279|And whirl'd it, with a heave, 1279|To and fro about the earth ======================================== SAMPLE 41590 ======================================== 24334|To her my soul,--like to a little thing,-- 24334|Whose eyes were open and who saw the way 24334|That leads from earth, to heaven on high;-- 24334|As a little child, and in her childish way 24334|So innocent, so dear, and yet so wise! 24334|Oh, the world will look, when we are gone, 24334|As she will look when I am gone. 24334|Oh, I had a heart for every part-- 24334|I played with the boys--like the boys play; 24334|But I could not get a bit of my share 24334|In the great life; 'twas not for me. 24334|And I'll never, never,--let me tell ye that!-- 24334|Look at my features any more! 24334|The face I used to see in the old years 24334|No more. 24334|They've changed it, all, beyond all belief,-- 24334|So dear it was, in the old days. 24334|Ah, the old days, how the years have flown-- 24334|It's a long while since they're back; 24334|And years will fly, when they are gone, 24334|That look that I met in the old days. 24334|And, my dear, there's naught behind the curtain 24334|That ever shall touch thy fancy; 24334|But with such as these in life to-day! 24334|And, my lady, I'll do my best, 24334|In the world to-morrow. 24334|I am the man that wrote-- 24334|I was always with the best; 24334|And now I'm going to do the same, 24334|(A sort of _retrenché'_), 24334|The world to defend. 24334|I have no money to lose, 24334|Since they'll all say so, anyway, 24334|That I am no coward; 24334|I know I was born to win, 24334|I know that I am best. 24334|So, take this note, and make it mine, 24334|(It is all that I have,-- 24334|A spark that shall but be a flame, 24334|A sort of a motto, I think; 24334|Let us not murmur, though each one mutter: 24334|I'll do my best to defend, 24334|As best as I can. 24334|And so, by _that_, I hope you'll join, 24334|And take the liberty to write, 24334|Dear lady, to each of the boys 24334|And _me_, of the things we've read, read, read. 24334|You and I together-- 24334|We've read the world afar-- 24334|We've read the worlds, like a sun and stars 24334|And the deep blue of the sea, 24334|All the wonders life can hold, 24334|All the mysteries of life; 24334|That we find enough here at last, 24334|And can even begin, 24334|(If we must find, since we are grown, 24334|To stretch our wings and fight) 24334|To be happy. So we'll be the men 24334|We have always been. 24334|And this is what we'll do, at the least, 24334|(A sort of a surrender, that, at least,) 24334|To stay alive--to stand 24334|On the side-walks where we read 24334|Our books all the day with lightened eyes. 24334|To come home, at the end of our day, 24334|Astride of the world, at night, 24334|And read, while the lights dimly burn 24334|On the green road to our dear homes; 24334|That's what I hope you'll do, 24334|That's what we have always been. 24334|And this is what we'll say to the children-- 24334|The naughty children that have not learned to bow, 24334|The unruly ones that will not obey,-- 24334|They're our servants who can stay at home, 24334|For the time in the house is always long. 24334|We have waited long for you, my dear. 24334|We would have waited, if it meant to get ======================================== SAMPLE 41600 ======================================== 1365|Fling in defiance to all Fate. But all that you say is true. 1365|There are many who are fond of singing. The best are those of high birth, 1365|The best are those who tell the good from evil. They are the prophets. 1365|The best, for they know good from evil. They prophesy it, 1365|As those who are high and great and loved of men. 1365|They are the judges of men, the triendlers, the masters; 1365|They make the judge. They take the crown from the hands of the king 1365|And place it upon their heads, and so they are wise; and all 1365|This man that is proud and would do noble deeds, is a fool. 1365|And those who would leave the world, are the fools that rejoice. 1365|Be patient to the end 1365|When there is no more room to move, 1365|When there is no more room to do. 1365|Be patient by the door; 1365|Then break not the door down 1365|Even though the pane be gone. 1365|But if there is not room to leave 1365|The keys away,-- 1365|Why then the keys must lie 1365|Underneath the key-hole 1365|Till, aye the better for them. 1365|If there is but room to lean 1365|Upon the roof or seat, 1365|Let it stand firm and let it 1365|Be as it may be laid. 1365|But if there is not room left 1365|To lean or to be still 1365|At the door, then so much the better. 1365|When you are in the house, 1365|When you go out of the house, 1365|Then the windows seem to speak; 1365|There is but room behind the door. 1365|So if you go out, 1365|So if you go in, 1365|Then the glass speaks, 1365|And says it speaks of where you went. 1365|But if it speaks of the door 1365|Where you stand in the door, 1365|Where your hands go on the door-latch 1365|In the door-latch at the door, 1365|That the key is there with the key-board, 1365|That the key-bone is seen with the key-board, 1365|That the key-chain is kept in the key-board, 1365|That the handle on the nail of the key-board, 1365|And the bolt with the handle of the key-key, 1365|And the handle with the key-bolt of your father, 1365|And the long brush on the nail of your father, 1365|And the brush with the brush of your father, 1365|And the long brush with the brush of your father. 1365|Oh, the room in the corner is very small, 1365|And the hall is very long, 1365|And they make a little house in the corner, 1365|And a little house in the hall. 1365|And when you can hear no louder than the cricket, 1365|And when the bells no louder ring, 1365|Come in and rest yourself here in the corner, 1365|And come in from the hall to me. 1365|The little house on the wall is my home; 1365|The little house with the garden green 1365|Is waiting for me in the corner, 1365|And wait it long in the hall. 1365|My window is open and wide; 1365|I can see down into the garden, 1365|And across the river, and down 1365|Into the woodlands, and up into heaven, 1365|And over back, behind the scenes, 1365|Into the world and under the world, 1365|With the past and the present,--all the world. 1365|In every room of my room is beauty. 1365|In the ceiling the bumble-bees. 1365|In the walls, the crows and crows-bees. 1365|In the walls, the larks and cocks. 1365|In the corners, the great white crows. 1365|But the biggest and lightest is there 1365|In the corner, where you can see it. 1365|In the corner is it ======================================== SAMPLE 41610 ======================================== 1568|Takes his part. But when the world shall know 1568|He came, the world that knows not him; 1568|Then, when his image fades before men, 1568|Then, with that memory, is born. 1568|'Tis the shadow of a bird, 1568|Spreading its wings. It is the last 1568|Heaven-born vision of the Youth. 1568|Tosses his bill and vanishes from sight. 1568|And now it has come home - it flits 1568|Across the garden-wall, 1568|Steals from its perch, and drops thereon 1568|To die on the grass, and so 1568|Be peace to the world that sleeps! 1568|What are the songs the Sun makes upon 1568|The night of his flight? 1568|They are the songs the birds make not, and so 1568|They die not. The stars make war 1568|With the nightingales of night, 1568|Which live no death on the sky. 1568|How should the Sun know 1568|The war of the night for him? 1568|Stars strike at the skies, 1568|And strike for awe, and strike for light. 1568|Stars strike for awe, 1568|And strike for love, for love, 1568|And strike for light. 1568|They strike for the light to break 1568|Their own souls that sickly lie 1568|Beneath a cruel sky. 1568|They strike for the light to kill 1568|The ghosts that die of night, 1568|And live beyond the dark. 1568|They strike for love, for love, 1568|They love, for they are not dead, 1568|And love can be alive 1568|And fight for the light. 1568|Stars strike in the cold, 1568|They strike for awe, 1568|And strike for light. 1568|They are the stars that lie 1568|In the dark that they must spare, 1568|And the darkness must give 1568|To love for the light. 1568|Stars strike at a sign, 1568|They strike for awe, 1568|And strike for light. 1568|Stars strike at a word 1568|And yet strike for love and right, 1568|And light strike for love. 1568|Stars strike for love, for love, 1568|And strike for the light 1568|Of the world that knows not us. 1568|You will not understand 1568|The words that we write, 1568|But we can hear your fear 1568|In the silence, the night: 1568|'Would God we were where God may find 1568|All we have made denied!' 1568|You will not understand? 1568|Then hold your head up high, 1568|You will not understand. 1568|We, who love you so 1568|Must see our love, must see! 1568|O the joy you must 1568|Grow dim with thinking 1568|Of the things we would make you know - 1568|Locks, crowns, and slippers, 1568|Cups, and mugs, and ice - 1568|How would _we_ make you drink? 1568|Not all, not all! 1568|We have the rest - 1568|All those things, so dear, so slow, so deep, 1568|That go to buy you rest 1568|When you are dead and--you. 1568|But some we have, who think 1568|You must be blest with love 1568|All the days in the year through; 1568|And we sit in the dark 1568|When the house is dark. 1568|You shall know what we mean, 1568|On the day when we go 1568|Out of the great unknown, 1568|When the great unknown's done. 1568|When the day is done. 1568|On the day you die. 1568|On the day that you go to the grave 1568|When you're asleep, and need sleep 1568|All the days in the year through. 1568|Then the things we put by we rest 1568|In a little glass of wine, 1568|Which the things we put by we wear ======================================== SAMPLE 41620 ======================================== 10602|Her love, and for her love doth strive. 10602|For which the sence of that chirche may well suffize, 10602|I shall thee write, and give thee thise ayein:* 10602|_For which to thee this litell lyein is grete, 10602|I have the same, that the same hath with mee!_ 10602|For which I haue, I have another in care, 10602|Another, another, still, another one, 10602|And with mine owne hart for her I grieve and say, 10602|And of love doo wistly my selfe abet 10602|By her, my heart that to love am all amonte. 10602|Myselfe I have another, and another mo, 10602|And have no mane free, nor hart for my mo, 10602|And thou shalt be my other, and another he; 10602|Though I have one, and yet another I have none; 10602|For none of them to me can be my mo, 10602|None of them mine owne, nor one of them thine. 10602|O! whiter is the face of my love then, 10602|Than the white floures of the aire withoute, 10602|Or than than my soule more pale and feare, 10602|Or floures fayre, or fayre, though fayre be they. 10602|But my love is fairer, more fayre, than both, 10602|Because he is so chaste and so pure, 10602|And than the soule is fearefull, more pale. 10602|O! whiter and fayre is my love than both, 10602|Than the white floures of the aire withoute, 10602|Or th'rose blooms, than the roses of the springe! 10602|For that faire love has me to crie, 10602|And to teare as the leafe bloomes than the staine, 10602|And whiter than the snowy staine of the springe. 10602|O! whiter than the white flowers of the aire 10602|That bud in the midst of the vale of springe! 10602|For that faire love is more pure than the rest, 10602|Because he is so chaste and so pure and yeve! 10602|O! why should woman be a lamb, 10602|Or covetize her selfe her owne wombe? 10602|For which both she and child are fowled, 10602|And none hath all he woldely fayled? 10602|For whiche I hate both house and man, 10602|That thus with their wombes do defyle 10602|The sons of men, and the fathers thre! 10602|Yee may say that love was never in it: 10602|But I it is, that I believe and see. 10602|Why ought woman be a lamb, 10602|Or covetize her selfe her owne wombe? 10602|For which the children of mankind, 10602|That livde and ripen together, 10602|Yee may say hath never been in it, 10602|But she shee is a wombe, that ripes. 10602|For whilom love to her first did bee 10602|In her owne wombe that ripes so fast! 10602|But now, I say, she is a wombe, 10602|And hath his seedes multiplie, 10602|That she, forsooth, may cause her herbe 10602|Both of her wombe and her new skelbe, 10602|That she for her sake may her brest be strong. 10602|O ye fair and windish youth, 10602|Ye too did to my musique hear! 10602|I had before my head, 10602|Some old & rude tales told, 10602|To you, that loved the manners old, 10602|And had the poets muse. 10602|I had before my heart, 10602|Some ancient tales read; 10602|For, as I sallie were to go, 10602|I had me fille a stack. 10602|I had already to mind 10602|Gramaryce olde lies, 10602 ======================================== SAMPLE 41630 ======================================== 38520|In the morn, when the night wind 38520|Is whispering its drowsiness, 38520|With the light o' the westing-star, 38520|And the dew on its cheek. 38520|Then the heart begins to glow, 38520|And the eyes start to see, 38520|O'er the land of glad dreams 38520|The land of true love. 38520|O'er the land of glad dreams 38520|We'll wander and roam, 38520|With a heart as light as a linnet, 38520|And with a heart of fire, 38520|And our feet on the track of light 38520|For ever and aye: 38520|For life's a journey that stretches back, 38520|We shall cross it together, 38520|When the earth's heart, a little larger, 38520|Is full of a song's release; 38520|When the heart of youth is aflame 38520|With the flame of a song's birth; 38520|When the end of the line of labour 38520|Is the song that is done; 38520|When we shall see the vast horizon 38520|That stretches above, 38520|And the world in its vast splendor, 38520|Gleaming from west to sea, 38520|With the eyes of a child at its ease, 38520|With the breath of a child at play, 38520|And the world-wide universe 38520|So young and yet so brave; 38520|When the winds of the coming spring 38520|And the spirits of spring, 38520|Shall sing and blow and call our souls 38520|O the world is growing old, 38520|The day is dim and the night is long, 38520|The world is weary and low; 38520|I am weary of its rest and play, 38520|For the joy it used to give, 38520|And I cannot choose but think and think 38520|How much the days are gone, 38520|While the things that used to make life sweet 38520|Shine out of the sun. 38520|How slow we seem, or how swift we go, 38520|When the world is growing old, 38520|And God's old tale is a-quiver, 38520|With the hope that's a-straying. 38520|The world is growing old, the day is dim, 38520|The days pass so slowly away; 38520|How hard to tell, and how deep to mourn, 38520|When the things that used to make life sweet 38520|Shine out of the sun! 38520|I am weary of the rest and play, 38520|That fill the earth without end, 38520|When the things that used to make life sweet 38520|Shine out of the sun! 38520|I am weary of the world as it is, 38520|Its pomp and grandeur and its hate; 38520|How weak are the hearts so empty now, 38520|Those who were filled with gladness and calm, 38520|And now are weary with fear and woe, 38520|While the things that used to make life sweet 38520|Shine out of the sun! 38520|I am weary of the world as it is, 38520|The joy and peace I have known there; 38520|The joy and the peace only there are in it, 38520|For life was always full of that too; 38520|And since the earth has lost its rapture yet, 38520|My heart may seem inebriate when I pine, 38520|And my soul to its worst enemy 38520|Shine out of the sun. 38520|In a far land 38520|There was a King, 38520|With the name of Gurney, 38520|Who used to rule 38520|A large kingdom 38520|By the name of Gurney, 38520|A king of might, 38520|And his people were hard, 38520|And they lived as hard, 38520|As you must surely guess. 38520|"If I live to be 38520|Ten years old," 38520|He used to say, 38520|"I'm a very great man. 38520|"The things you see 38520|In the world above 38520|"Are all new things, ======================================== SAMPLE 41640 ======================================== 2487|And there by the roadside lies a little boy, 2487|He has an old white face; 2487|They have come home from fighting. 2487|He is trembling in his sleep, 2487|And they are holding his small white hands-- 2487|And he's lying in his bed, 2487|And no one else is near. 2487|There's nothing but his bed, 2487|And nothing else is near. 2487|There's nothing but his bed, 2487|And nothing else is near. 2487|And they kneel to kiss his hair, 2487|And kiss his cheeks and eyes, 2487|And kiss his dimpled, rounded cheeks, 2487|And his long, curled hair-- 2487|And they kiss again... 2487|For their lives are threatened, 2487|And their hearts can never rest... 2487|And they kiss again... 2487|For their lives are threatened, 2487|And their hearts can never rest... 2487|When the night winds are sighing, 2487|And the shadows are stirring-- 2487|At the corner of the road 2487|The little soldiers sit. 2487|They have come home... 2487|To face the cruel foe, 2487|Their hands are red with dirt, 2487|Their faces pale with fear. 2487|The enemy knows their faces, 2487|Their faces, which are blurred 2487|With dust and mud, 2487|They fight and fight again, 2487|Till death has brought defeat. 2487|No matter how hard they strive, 2487|Their lives might never end. 2487|If they die, 2487|They cannot save their homes! 2487|No matter if they die 2487|In battle, 2487|Their souls will not perish far. 2487|They are never dead; 2487|They have come back strong, 2487|With their hearts and bodies warm, 2487|And ready to fight again.... 2487|Oh, do not turn your gaze 2487|From the soldiers who stand 2487|By the walls of a town, 2487|The innocent soldiers who 2487|Stand in a line, and wait. 2487|God's angels guard them, 2487|Or guard this line of human souls... 2487|They have come back strong! 2487|They have come back strong! 2487|With their hearts and bodies warm, 2487|And ready to fight again. 2487|It is the evening of a summer night, 2487|And the candle is out in the dark room, 2487|And the noise is heard, and the shadows rise, 2487|As the children come out to play. 2487|They are all in white,-- 2487|The little children,-- 2487|White with their jackets off, 2487|And their heads thrown back, with their heads thrown back: 2487|The little children, who have been lying there, 2487|When they had better have been lying there 2487|With their heads thrown back in shame. 2487|But now they're all in white: 2487|The little children, who have been lying there, 2487|When they should be lying there in a band. 2487|They are not very young, dear mother, 2487|They are very tender and quiet, 2487|And the old man, it happens once a day 2487|Has a little one of his own to hold, 2487|And he knows that he'll have to take 2487|A hard hand from his little man. 2487|So he makes him sit against the wall, 2487|And he tells him stories of the Past, 2487|And he tells the old man very proudly, 2487|While his own little man is silent. 2487|And he says: "They say 2487|That once, on a night, 2487|One was so lonely, 2487|His head was very tender,-- 2487|"'Tis what the old man told to-night." 2487|And the old man listens, and his face 2487|Is full of emotion, and then takes 2487|A light shove on his little son, 2487|And shows him his very beautiful boy. 2487|And he says: "Go to sleep now, 2487|Before the sleepers wake; 2487| ======================================== SAMPLE 41650 ======================================== 27129|In his own true language we 27129|Shall he be in all times to come: 27129|But yet he needs must go 27129|On his own path, where he may go 27129|With his fellows, and not need 27129|Some other guide; 27129|While others in the path may see 27129|And to them he may give 27129|Guide as well as to the fruit. 27129|Now hath come the fair May-days, 27129|Since which time we have seen 27129|Ourselves now in the garden, 27129|The birds in their places; 27129|For all things seem in their season, 27129|Now are bright and smiling: 27129|The flowers, the leaves, the trees, 27129|Laugh with the breezes, 27129|Or sing in their boughs the birds' 27129|Fresh songs of gladness: 27129|The sun shines, the birds do sing, 27129|Though all the country be 27129|Sleep-bound, waked from slumber, 27129|All things have sweeter dreams 27129|Than before were so. 27129|The sun, that warms the western side 27129|Of this calm country, 27129|So long hath shone but at our feet, 27129|Or in the garden; 27129|And we have heard no sounds of men 27129|To such good joy on earth; 27129|But now is high with evening-bird 27129|Above our house. 27129|O, that the sun were nigh, and brought 27129|Such gladness in his course, 27129|As should o'er this quiet place 27129|From mortals dart his light! 27129|His face should seem to glow aflame 27129|With a perpetual joy 27129|That from this place should spread abroad 27129|His warmth of light and heat. 27129|From joys of earth, to joys of heaven, 27129|He should be wafted on. 27129|The sun ought to shine, but not in such 27129|Curtainous and dusky age 27129|As that old age that lashes June 27129|With age's dark and silvery spray, 27129|When all the flowers of earth are gone 27129|And every flower is dead. 27129|And who now shall teach these children 27129|The music of his rays? 27129|Not those who in their ragged gowns 27129|Dance on their father's ground. 27129|Nor is it meet that these fair children 27129|Should see the sun arise, 27129|Who walk in darkness to-day, 27129|To-morrow make it day. 27129|O, if the fair young men and women 27129|Of Essex, in the time of Lent, 27129|Went round about their native town 27129|To honour him with song, 27129|With all the sweetness, grace, and glory 27129|That sweeteneth all time! 27129|Nor left their native home behind 27129|To come and work for hire, 27129|But in their father's time might ride 27129|To view their father's sun. 27129|O then when time and years had brought 27129|Their bodies ripe for mirth, 27129|Would they not show the joy and gladness 27129|Of Christmas at their own? 27129|They, not unprovided with all gladness, 27129|Performed for six whole weeks 27129|The song of Christmas in all ears 27129|From throats of people far and near-- 27129|This Christmas in a time, 27129|And in a season so fair to see. 27129|From joys of earth, to joys of heaven 27129|They came, and set them free; 27129|From prison, death, and sorrow, made divine, 27129|The happy home of Christmas. 27129|A man of peace, and good advice, 27129|For what I say, and what you don't say. 27129|A true, kind man, who ever knew 27129|His friends no less by heart than he, 27129|And who had often said, "Nay, say no!" 27129|But would doff, not all that to a man. 27129|Yet if a man did want to be 27129|A true ======================================== SAMPLE 41660 ======================================== 19385|The lady was the fairest that e'er I roved with my love 19385|In a' the flower-deck'd hills and glens, wi' the lave o' the snaw; 19385|She was a lovely lady,--the fairest that e'er I roved by John. 19385|I gaed up to the lowlands, to see the lasses and lassies, 19385|I gaed up to the mountain, to see the cowslaps and willows, 19385|I gaed up to the mountain, to see the mountains o' the fen; 19385|And there 'twas my lot to see to the day-goddess,--but ah! 19385|The hills are oer, and the snows are on the glens and the braes. 19385|I 've been to the kirk, to the bonnet-tree, in the fair Loch-nog: 19385|Ah! where have the young lads been, in the fair Loch-nog? 19385|And where has the merry maid been, in the fair Loch-nog? 19385|Is there a fairy there, that will tell me what has happened? 19385|Is there a lady there, that will talk to me oer and oer? 19385|Or I 'll seek and follow the lady, through the bowery glen; 19385|And if the bonnet-tree be in a blossom, or wad na be, 19385|I 'll follow my own true love, through the wood o' the kirk; 19385|But if there is not a fairy there, or a maid that will talk to me, 19385|I 'll seek and follow my true love, the fair Loch-nog. 19385|And where is my true love, fair Loch-nog, wi' her green hood? 19385|And where is the merry maid, in the fair Loch-nog? 19385|And where is the bonnet-tree, wad na be a bud? 19385|And where wad na be merry, my true love, the fair Loch-nog? 19385|And where is the sweet green hood, but the head 's oer the 'mou'; 19385|And where is the sweet sweet smiles, but they will fa' nae mair. 19385|The flowers are sweet as sweet could be--in the fair Loch-nog; 19385|And the wild flowers are beautiful in the fair Loch-nog,-- 19385|The blushing rose and the jimp,--and hame never mair mair. 19385|The blushing rose and the jimp, and hame never mair. 19385|And the bonny bonny blue-bell, and the blue-bell green. 19385|And the bonny bonny blue-bell, and that bonny grey moss. 19385|And she shall bring me hame my song, and my true love to win, 19385|And the bairnies maun gang fu' o'er the field o' their love, 19385|But ae bonny blue-bell's rare as the twa that grows beside it,-- 19385|For ae bonny blue-bell was on the fair Loch-nog. 19385|I met a lass wi' a lang face, 19385|Wi' looks to please me dear; 19385|But when she gae my face she turn'd, 19385|And say'd she had na been. 19385|I thought the lammie was owre fair, 19385|And thought nae gentry were; 19385|But she gae me her hand and promised, 19385|That she would be my ain. 19385|I was na lang, and thought a lintie 19385|Was buildin' a drucken grave; 19385|When, O! mony a kind o' luckless, 19385|Poor lammie's tane to live. 19385|I wish'd that I wad ne'er be in, 19385|I wish'd that I never could bide 19385|To drop a wink o' love frae her e'e, 19385|Till she 'd gae me my six. 19385|And what will ye gie, I wonder, 19385|What 's the use o' flirting fainting down, 19385|And flirting up to die? ======================================== SAMPLE 41670 ======================================== 36985|My life is only as it passes. 36985|Yet, if I could, I'd try to make it 36985|By listening. 'Tis so hard to say 36985|So little; so much to say: 36985|But I am only as is 36985|My daily presence here. 36985|But if I could, I'd try to hear 36985|In every breeze that passes, 36985|The subtle sounds of thoughts that rise 36985|In my thought, or dreams that come 36985|With many a changing touch, 36985|Like murmuring voices, all at once. 36985|What do I hear in the air? 36985|I know not, I know not, but I hear 36985|The passing sound of tread, 36985|The low voice that comforts me, 36985|The deep tone, that is not heard 36985|Within my own thought, but made 36985|By the voice that disturbs 36985|My heart, like the voice of the owl 36985|Within my own room. 36985|I see you with your face set up 36985|Above the window and the light; 36985|I see--yet I do not see. 36985|I only see yourself in me, 36985|The only visible thing. 36985|I dream of you, still I know, 36985|But dream I understand: 36985|Still do I see, though nothing sees; 36985|Still see this woman 36985|When you are not there, 36985|And the children, and all. 36985|I see a house a-top of the world-wide hill, 36985|And on the window I behold a youth 36985|I cannot call his own; 36985|But I see, once more, 36985|A boy whose hands in mine hold the book 36985|That held his life and his true faith full. 36985|I watch him on his arm, and his eyes 36985|Burn to me, he is so fair and wise; 36985|How I wish that I could sit 36985|By him and watch, and have him here beside me 36985|For ever and anon 36985|To say how kind he is, and how dear to me 36985|His happy words, and sweet his laugh, and sweet, 36985|His kindly word, his tears. 36985|One summer eve one summer night, 36985|The woods are as in dreams! 36985|The stars are singing in the blue 36985|And all the world to me seems bright. 36985|The winds are flying and the leaves 36985|Are waving as a summer sky. 36985|There's a man who walks on two legs; 36985|A man whose forehead, broad and long, 36985|Stretches as if through hell from pole to pole: 36985|He walks as if upon wheels; 36985|And he's an honest man who's stout and hale. 36985|His hair is brown in many a row; 36985|His face is pale, as if in sleep; 36985|And his eyes are dark as stars that shine, 36985|In that lonely night of days; 36985|When you find the road all forgotten. 36985|And he walks on two legs; 36985|But I have the fancy that he's the one 36985|Who took to walking on two legs. 36985|My neighbor, the old doctor with the cane, and the old lady with the 36985|A tall old man with a long white beard, 36985|Who says he's had a dream to-night. 36985|How old is this old man with a long white beard? 36985|The doctor said it is a bit old; 36985|But I wouldn't dream of saying it's not a young man, 36985|"I tell you what, Mr. Doctor, 36985|This very day a wonderful man I saw, 36985|Who ran and hid, and ran and hid. 36985|But I didn't see how he did it, 36985|I only saw the cane he wore." 36985|And then they all laughed at the old man. 36985|"And what did the old man do," cries the Doctor, 36985|"Unless you would kindly tell me who you are, 36985|I guess you'd better put the old man out of his misery. 36985|So it ======================================== SAMPLE 41680 ======================================== 1287|From out the water, in the cold 1287|On the bare ground in the wood, 1287|My hand was in each cup. 1287|On you the sun was pouring down, 1287|On you the sky was clear, 1287|And the wind was blowing from the north, 1287|All life in your womb was. 1287|But you, my darling, are so small, 1287|And, my boy! a wimple there is! 1287|And, oh! and oh! and oh! how far 1287|The moon doth shine in those skies! 1287|In each cup is a little life! 1287|Oh, how far, in the deeps of night, 1287|The moon doth shine in those skies! 1287|And love that you are so small 1287|All life's mysteries tell, 1287|And all love is deathless! 1287|I love to see you in the morning shining 1287|With all its sparkling light, I love to be there 1287|To see your rosy cheeks--my mother told it me-- 1287|In her fond arms you'd creep; my life is not worth 1287|The fear you would bring to me. 1287|Ah, my boy! 1287|How lovely through the fragrant air of morning, 1287|How lovely at eve, dear infant of my heart! 1287|To be with you, then, in the meadows, and gather, 1287|Under the glad sky, our mirth and our laughter, 1287|And meet you at evening, with our company, 1287|And welcome you to our dwelling. 1287|I love to hear the merry music of the bee! 1287|A sweet, sweet murmur I hear, where, just in front, 1287|The tall grass spreads its shade o'er the flowery mead. 1287|The wild bees float on the breath of each flower; 1287|Ah, sweet to me are the hours of morning's joys! 1287|I love to see the bird's small plumage gleam 1287|Through the green grass through the branches all aflame. 1287|I love to see the little sunbeam pass 1287|And sink at last into the heart of each bower, 1287|While the young day, with a smile as gayly smiling, 1287|Speaks to me from those forest bowers. 1287|I love to think how God's grace, which ever glowing, 1287|Bade earth's brightness blossom in beauty to light, 1287|While, still, a shining, quiet world lay there, 1287|We lie, all around, our loving hearts folded; 1287|And when, at last, the night was come to close, 1287|To our humble dwelling we haste. 1287|The sun, his journey now done, now sinking, 1287|From His bosom smiling on earth again, 1287|The angels' song in His word is published, 1287|Humbly to show what He is like. 1287|And this light, which from His brows the roses scatter, 1287|He now prepares to fill with glory's light, 1287|And fill all hearts with gladness's promise, 1287|Making each bosom with radiance glowing 1287|In praise of Him whose soul, so glowing, 1287|Filled, from its depths, in light's infinite measure, 1287|Calls all who see and imitate Him, 1287|To praise His glory and its brightness, 1287|And, in it, utter their own love's blessing. 1287|"I am the Spirit of God, who is his own God!" 1287|With such speech he rose to glorious heights; 1287|The Father, and the Son and Holy Ghost, 1287|Are all together, thus united, 1287|As is the crown of God's full orb. 1287|And in the light of such glorious truth 1287|He quelled, in love, each heat, and fierce attack, 1287|And by that faith in him became so bright, 1287|He led the way to peace with God. 1287|But now, that faith, in heavenly splendour set, 1287|Hides the holy truth from sight; 1287|But in the eyes of men the glory lies, 1287|As 'twere, in God's own image's guise ======================================== SAMPLE 41690 ======================================== 30357|And in the world no one knows, 30357|But she is one of the Nine,-- 30357|That is, the Nine I love. 30357|"And though she be now so slight, 30357|And has not strength to walk alone, 30357|And cannot lift her head again, 30357|And cannot speak to me, I wis 30357|That in that case she is _other_!" 30357|Harp of the valleys and of peaks, 30357|Harp of the glens, of fens, and rills, 30357|Harping to thy Lord alone, 30357|From the morn thou shalt awake 30357|To the world of dreams, to thy Lord alone: 30357|His beckoning finger beckons there,-- 30357|Thou hast returned to thy Lord alone. 30357|Harp of the hills, thou hast returned 30357|To thy Lord and his bliss alone; 30357|Thou hast naught to dread, thou only art 30357|A succour unto him who wakes. 30357|Thou who hast nursed the wandering bee, 30357|And fed the fed with honey-dew; 30357|Thou who hast worn the livery 30357|Of morning on thy back for aye: 30357|Listen, and learn if possible 30357|How far soe'er thou art from thy Lord. 30357|Harp of the vallies and the hills, 30357|Harp of the dawn, of eve, and morn, 30357|Thou hast a Master who will hear 30357|And assist thee to thy Lord and his bliss. 30357|Harp of the hills I bring thee now, 30357|To sing to him who arose this eve, 30357|And bid him welcome to his Bride, 30357|To his dear Bride,--the Lord alone is here. 30357|Come, sing to me, O ye Dead! 30357|Ye that with lamentation hoarse 30357|Pour your lamentations into the breeze; 30357|I sing no longer for your woe, 30357|But for my own despair, yea, even mee, 30357|O ye Dead! 30357|For your sad housekeeping and your rest 30357|Dissolved my spirits whenever they were, 30357|And now I am alone, alone, 30357|Unhost unto the winds. 30357|Yet sing as thou wilt, for sing or not, 30357|O ye Dead! 30357|Yet sing as thou wilt, for sing or not. 30357|The lonely heaven hath a charm to please, 30357|That damps the pangs of loneliness; 30357|And there doth stillness watch o'er mee, 30357|The sound of ocean's voice alone. 30357|And I still do soothe my weary breast. 30357|O ye Dead! 30357|But O! for all the troubles of the wild, 30357|The cares of the great world, that do vex 30357|Even their comfortless comforters! 30357|And O! for all the sorrows I see 30357|Around me,--there in the dusty town, 30357|And yonder among the meadow-grasses, 30357|And there in the mead and thickets, 30357|And there in the brambly hollow, 30357|And there in the dark and dusty lane 30357|And yonder in the churchyard deep, 30357|I see my baby, that was born and died 30357|Two years ago yesterday. 30357|O ye Dead! 30357|But O! for all the hopes that now are fled, 30357|And all the vain hopes that long were flown, 30357|And all the tender thoughts that died, 30357|For all the hopes that died, for all the fears 30357|That perished in the lonely town, 30357|And all the bitter fears that mourned, 30357|And all the childhood's fears again! 30357|And O! for all the sorrows that night and day, 30357|And all the cares that came for me and mine; 30357|For all the sorrows that perished then, 30357|And all the cares of all the childer's age 30357|That died and died and nevermore return'd; 30357|And all the cares that now no more ======================================== SAMPLE 41700 ======================================== 10602|For this same same cause, I should I might 10602|Make this my song and my testament 10602|That I have lived in hope of grace; 10602|In love of God, and of my Sire 10602|Whom I can but rely on still. 10602|But whatsoe're this I could devise 10602|Should be made also, and so devise 10602|That mine owne heart I should not fear, 10602|And the same should please, ere I went hence, 10602|And do it withoute need of pay; 10602|But if they should for pay insist 10602|Then I my owne heart should repossess, 10602|And the same should grieve me sore indeed. 10602|Then if in your stead I doe remaine, 10602|And do my task with ease, and do my best 10602|Both night and day, then may you soon 10602|For this new life you live as I desire, 10602|As I for you; for in your sight 10602|What better life can there be found, 10602|Than of your good old mother to give 10602|Life and beauty that shall live in mine? 10602|And, therefore, from the day that last, 10602|I shall go hence to my olde schooil land, 10602|And to this house, and not returne, 10602|Shall live and lyke my father in the feld, 10602|Who is in peace for me and you both: 10602|And, sooth, that is something that we may do! 10602|"O my father! what shall I do 10602|To my true-love, that hath me sincere? 10602|For I will take another's side, 10602|And with her shall not differ muche, 10602|But one of us two shall be content; 10602|And she may love another man 10602|That hath not my great honor blis. 10602|"And, true-love, if I do not now see 10602|That none else can honour me as me, 10602|Nor that she needs no other grace 10602|Than her love, than to me her good grace, 10602|Than to her wisdom, or her lore, 10602|That she may honour me her-good. 10602|"Where as I live, and where as I die, 10602|No will that ever I did kill 10602|Or love that she may do me ill, 10602|Shall be founde in earth or in the sea, 10602|For all that lived by me shall die." 10602|Thus did she speak: so long they stood 10602|Like hanging, waiting on her words, 10602|That neither voice nor hand might move, 10602|And nought was moved but each the air. 10602|But one last word said, ere either quaked, 10602|And both eyes wide, she spake anew. 10602|"My true love, my father's word be sure, 10602|That ne're can any love more small, 10602|Shall not be borne, but small shall be 10602|Our love, which wee will never pair. 10602|"And nigh our home put up our bed, 10602|And twain shall lie there twixt her and me; 10602|And twain we will ne're be two in one, 10602|With hers shall ne're be one in one; 10602|For we shall ne'er do either good, 10602|But twice her self do either ill: 10602|"For well she knoweth both the harm 10602|That we shall do so shall betide. 10602|Oft have I seen a maiden bright, 10602|Which when she was on earth in spring, 10602|In a green mantle drest and gay, 10602|She found full deep her heart within, 10602|And made her head to her heart turn, 10602|Which was full loud with wailing still, 10602|While the wind her tresses raught, 10602|For it was night, and all the way 10602|Was white and snowed about with white. 10602|"And when the morn came shining forth, 10602|And from the sky the dew did start, 10602|She found her heart with woe distraught, ======================================== SAMPLE 41710 ======================================== 18238|With a voice like a horn's 18238|When they're all gone 18238|Who would not love the old 18238|Old song 18238|The rose's heart of snow 18238|Hearts that are old 18238|Hearts that were born to be 18238|Hearts that were glad to be 18238|Hearts of this earth 18238|A lady of France 18238|The singing and singing 18238|The Spring, born in vain 18238|They brought us roses 18238|God and the roses 18238|God's will be done 18238|The suns and stars 18238|Farewell, farewell 18238|The sun-flower 18238|The lark's farewell 18238|The red-breast's farewell 18238|Song of a poet old 18238|In a dream 18238|The day is done 18238|The star of my days 18238|The winter 18238|To the moon, the white 18238|The night comes to me 18238|The sunset 18238|All I loved of yore, 18238|The world may come to be 18238|The night is cold and long 18238|The world of my days 18238|The moon came from the west 18238|The night is long 18238|I found you at last 18238|The world of my days 18238|The sea of beauty is over the sea 18238|We walked together the length of the shire 18238|We could not understand oneilde and ewe 18238|Under the moon you and I were alone 18238|We have lived side by side all our lives 18238|Oh sweet were the lilies in the spring 18238|Love in a white moon 18238|The moon came over the sea 18238|She who sits at the end of the bed 18238|The moon came from the west 18238|She who sat at the end of the bed 18238|They are sleeping 18238|Lift up your head from the pillow of pain 18238|I have looked and looked to see 18238|There are hearts that lay prostrate 18238|The world is cold against heaven's will 18238|The stars were shining 18238|There is singing and sighing and bowing 18238|The end is nigh 18238|I found you sleeping 18238|To-night at twilight 18238|In a garden of flowers 18238|To-morrow,--for ever 18238|Through the hours that lie 18238|The years that lie between us 18238|Lies England cold and austere 18238|The old blue sky 18238|The flowers in the street 18238|We left you in the country of peace 18238|We did not love again 18238|As I went through a field of summer wheat 18238|They bring you home-free-Willie's Blue 18238|I saw you running at break of day 18238|A little sprig of turf to wave 18238|A little sprig of turf I'd have set 18238|The green earth flowers 18238|A day and night in summer 18238|In the green field's shadow 18238|The song the nightingale sang 18238|I saw the long drift of shadows 18238|I would not stay in your green bower 18238|Hush now, O nightingale, though the summer flies 18238|How oft through all your endless green 18238|Through long grasses, and through leafy trees 18238|I wandered in the country of my youth 18238|When I was but a child 18238|One long hot summer's day 18238|The flowers of your garden 18238|The little green bower 18238|I heard the sound of drums 18238|I knew it when the leaves fell 18238|The dark was dark when I was young, 18238|And yet I do not think that it is so 18238|Thy face is fair, thy eyes are blue 18238|The song the nightingale sang 18238|The red rose in my mother's garden 18238|The wind in the wooded hillside 18238|God's hand is in the reeds 18238|The shadow in the garden 18238|What shall I give my friend 18238|When I have heard the Lord's word 18238|Thou who didst live in the dawn of time 18238|God ======================================== SAMPLE 41720 ======================================== 1365|He who is here the wisest shall command; 1365|From this same rock one thousand years shall sound 1365|An age's broad wave on which our commerce beams! 1365|For whom, who knows! what hour of summer skies 1365|Shall see the sun himself descending fast 1365|In the last westward glow, or glimmer, on 1365|The waters of the morning star at noon! 1365|What moment of hope, at last, shall mark the end! 1365|This is a mystery which Time may ne'er solve; 1365|Yet, through all nature, from the sky to this, 1365|I perceive, at least, an age's wide design, 1365|That life and light, and life's broadest blessings, shall 1365|Be theirs at last, beyond this last great sunset, 1365|In the land of shadows and of worlds unknown. 1365|So it began; so ended. Then, in accents mild 1365|And sweet, in accents low and calm, I heard 1365|The Gospel whisper of the Master's words; 1365|And, as I stood in silent and suspended thought, 1365|To Him it urged this solemn vision of the Last 1365|Day being transfigured; and at once, without delay, 1365|The voice was borne to Him. In Jesus, at His feet, 1365|A universal pageant, the great hope of all 1365|Worlds waiting for the day of life, was transfigured. 1365|And, as I read, and read, in His high triumphal march, 1365|O God! whose word is truth, whose mercy ever heals, 1365|What thoughts and visions ever filled my soul with joy, 1365|Ascending, when I turned from the Gospel dream 1365|As some wild, passionate dream some lonely bird 1365|Hath heard or knows, and now soars and flies in wonder, 1365|Till it descends upon the water, leaving 1365|A trail of golden dust in its wake, while the throng 1365|Of millions in the heaven rejoice, their rapture the same, 1365|Singing, "Come unto us and be saved!" 1365|Then, one by one, as the world's great lights ascended, 1365|I felt the power within me within me falter, 1365|As, with the first of the world's great lords, 1365|I stood before Him, and in faith and strength he blessed 1365|And sent a voice unto me: "Behold thy servant, 1365|Seeest thou His handmaid with a crown upon her head? 1365|She shall be saved, as He said was saved, and thou 1365|Behold His people, whom the Holy Ghost shall lead, 1365|Saying: 'They know us, the just people, and no more fear.'" 1365|There was a silence in heaven, so great and deep 1365|As when, at some great feast, the loud re-echoed, 1365|A thousand voices and a thousand tambours smite 1365|To silence earth and heaven together, and again 1365|A universal tumult and sound of tears 1365|From eyes the gloom of, and from hearts that beat for, tears. 1365|Oh! I could bear all this, and more, until that day, 1365|(Such as the ancient fathers, the wise apostles saw 1365|In their great witness,) when, from the heavenly stand, 1365|The Holy Spirit, like the breath of heaven in noon, 1365|Shall over the earth and heaven stream, like a dove 1365|Which clears itself of earth's perils as the dove 1365|That has its wings in summer, and its food in storms, 1365|And goes in leisure over hill and vale. To bear 1365|So will not weary thee, O thou in Heaven! 1365|And I could bear it, and the sorrow, yea, the guilt, 1365|Which must be done to Him, could I but share, 1365|To the least sin that on my soul must be revealed! 1365|But there is that I dread not, yea, which doth banish 1365|O'er all that world my presence which doth make 1365|Such miserable a welcome to the saints 1365|As if I were the cloud upon their heavenly chaplet! 1365|And it is one of three ======================================== SAMPLE 41730 ======================================== 25153|At the great feast, in his chamber the old King 25153|Stood, and looked deeply into my face. 25153|"Tell me, is it we, is it I, am it you 25153|That have such a passion for this wine? Does it 25153|Burn like a sunbeam in the distance?" 25153|I, who scarcely knew myself, and who had 25153|Nothing to answer but "Yes," "No," and "Hard" 25153|And "Yes and No," the silence of my voice 25153|Struck upon his ear. In earnest he began:-- 25153|"Sir," answered Ariadno, her bright eyes 25153|Rushing to meet his, "we're in love." 25153|"I'm an old man," said he. 25153|"A healthy old man," I answered. 25153|"And your hair is long, and your eyes are bright, 25153|And your cheeks are red, and your form is fair! 25153|And your teeth are fair, too, Sir Ariadno." 25153|And with these words my cheeks grew wet with tears. 25153|"What, is it then I am old?" said he. 25153|"What, is your face that of age?" I asked. 25153|He spoke, and his breath took in as he dried, 25153|As the wind takes in the fresh-blown rose. "And you're--" 25153|"Yes, I am," faltered he. "It were cruel, I confess, 25153|To deny one who has loved you so long, 25153|To a love so passing--but I'll confess it, too, 25153|To no mean way, for I love you too well." 25153|"O, you love me too!" said the old King. "I'm a proud 25153|And good Ariadno; and you love me not!" 25153|"Nay, you love me not!" said I, "for a rash 25153|Robbery is now my doom; and if you could see, 25153|Above, my castle,--" 25153|So I turned back with Ariadno by my side 25153|As he turned from me, pale and rueful, to the door, 25153|And stood there for a moment, looking down. 25153|Then in the silence I heard his voice once more 25153|Breaking the stillness, and "Ave!" it cried. 25153|And up into the gallery, I followed him. 25153|Once more in the dark, Ariadno, the old King 25153|Looked down at me, and his eyes with love were bright, 25153|And he said, "Nay! but I love you! and that's enough!" 25153|As I stood on the terrace and looked down upon the night, 25153|The great rain beating down upon the terrace, the wind of August 25153|Breathing fresh perfumes from the wood-enchanted bay, 25153|A voice came from the darkness that was echoing the beach. 25153|"Oh, love, oh, love! canst thou not love me yet?" 25153|Then suddenly, in the stillness that broke out suddenly, 25153|I heard an answer and saw a form going swiftly away. 25153|And in the silence that followed that swift departing form, 25153|Two lights that were shifting strangely together, two lights that 25153|never had met, two torches, two arms, two breasts, 25153|Two lips that were speaking in the moonlight, two arms that had 25153|kisses on their palms, two lips that were loving on the sea, 25153|Two eyes for the love that had come from the darkness, two 25153|eyes for the love that never had come to them. 25153|The sea in the darkness came singing at last, 25153|A voice coming to the trees on the beach, 25153|"Oh, love, oh, love!" and the mist was white in the cold sky. 25153|But the tide was ebbed as the light vanished from the sea, 25153|And the green tide flowed south along to the Land of Frogs; 25153|And all the little cots in the fields were still, 25153|And the little shawls on the roofs were still, 25153|And the moon rose in the western sky, 25153|As the old love of the sea took its ======================================== SAMPLE 41740 ======================================== 615|For aught that by the faithless wight is meant. 615|The knight is fain, as he proceeds, to show 615|The path that he in secret takes. The Moor, 615|With angry look and furious temper, 615|Cries, to the Scottish cavalier, "Now, now 615|Shalt thou proclaim this deceitful tale; and say 615|That the king and king's wife have in all 615|The love that ever loveth, never quit." 615|The Moor thus spake his angry speech, and said 615|In very sooth, his boast so to attest, 615|That to the king and dame his boast would be 615|Espoused. To whom the monarch, as he goes, 615|In angry tone yet more the Moorish crew 615|Arrest, and in the middle place them fling, 615|Hasting to the field, and, as at field, 615|Their troops divide, and so, at every round, 615|And with such might, that still the Spanish lord 615|Fell headlong from that onset. No less speed 615|And gallop than his lord that knight must go, 615|That with that mace which is his breast to beat, 615|He comes to meet, than of a surer hope. 615|And at his back had been a league or more 615|A hundred yards in courteous company, 615|If the right course so many warriors bent, 615|And that his foe had but his harness bent 615|To that, as I before foretold to-day, 615|He had begun: when, full in the face, 615|In the same instant, the same sight he met, 615|In which his dame was thrown amid the crew 615|Of foes who in his company had been, 615|Forth from his saddle, and with his eyes upreared, 615|Beholding the light he to the knight 615|Drew sudden, and with sighs the damsel said; 615|"Why have you come, a youth so youthful, O? 615|Why hastened I, who, I deem, for me 615|In so young an age was never wont 615|To wear our mail or girdle, and in such 615|Irksome place?" And, while she wept, in answer he 615|Assembled her, the warrior, "For you; 615|I came and entered that to seek, in search 615|Of that fair gown and ring -- but who, I pray, 615|Or ever you or ever I were born, 615|Shall wear it? -- if in field or palace, free 615|From other fetters, here, I ever dwell, 615|Then who shall ever wear it, who shall come 615|To wear its garment?" If that maiden be 615|The one who so has sues, 'tis but to say, 615|That he with her hath sues; for nought she said. 615|He by the other's gown may plainly see. 615|She then returns, and with yet stronger strain 615|Achilles' horse, "Who shall this token bear 615|To king or dame, since, by whom he died?" 615|She answers not. But he, if this be so, 615|Shall, in the next amphithee, be arraign 615|Their names, and his their arms; not they alone, 615|But all their ladies who in that same part 615|Brought death upon us -- with our ladies twain -- 615|And the third great woman, that, more than all, 615|Brought death upon the Saracens. So said 615|The monarch, but in that, that he had heard 615|The dame, that he had never seen before 615|A knight with mail or shield aright, was fain 615|And needed further counsel. So he spake; 615|And, with an oath, of God, his word he told. 615|If this his oath and oath be true, this light 615|For the false and the true shall be his guide. 615|At him his army moves, and cries anew, 615|"What shall I do? by heaven's eternal grace, 615|To my good fortune I will cleave a chain; 615|Or to a barrow to be fixed down." 615|Not that he meant this thing in jest, he said; 615|But of that oath 'twas ======================================== SAMPLE 41750 ======================================== 2619|And my song is the song of them two. 2619|Come, love, and kiss me, while I sing 2619|Of old loves and of new loves; 2619|Kiss me, and we will live again, 2619|And be men in the world to come. 2619|But thou, since thou canst not kiss, 2619|Come, love, and kiss me once again; 2619|Kiss me, and we will live again, 2619|And be what we are now. 2619|The rose-tree and the violet 2619|Live in the blue azure sky. 2619|To the violet give the rose-tree's 2619|Blown perfume from her morning mead; 2619|The rose-tree yields us life eternal, 2619|We two yield our lives forever. 2619|O, tell us not of gloom, tell us not of sorrow, 2619|In a day like this of June! 2619|The world with all of its cares is swelling, 2619|But like a swell of cheer for thee! 2619|Thou wilt go on living, year by year, 2619|Till Death shall bid thee cease to strive. 2619|The day is not over yet; 2619|Still round the circle true 2619|May dance the merry May-time 2619|O'er the flowers in Nature's shrine; 2619|The hours go swiftly by, 2619|And the roses follow fast, 2619|And they shall never meet 2619|To part in May's fair air; 2619|For they shall live till May is fled, 2619|And the roses fade from sight, 2619|With Death at the last, to lay them low. 2619|How long the days are, how short the spaces, 2619|And where the bright spots disappear! 2619|This year, the grass was green and blue; 2619|But this the year was gone. 2619|I sat, and heard how the lark came down, 2619|And came from the meadow-brook; 2619|He flew aloft, aloft, in the pure blue air; 2619|But I was looking down, 2619|And there within the garden-pinks' deep blue hollows, 2619|And in the green and brown moss, 2619|I see his body, cold, and white; 2619|But, O poor child!" said I. 2619|But when she came at evening to peep, 2619|To hear the leaves go to sleep, 2619|"There lies one buried," said she. 2619|"And here," said I, "is the place you lie; 2619|But here is a sign you may: 2619|To keep you from all grief and fright, 2619|There is a rose-bush on it, 2619|And you can see a little flower, 2619|And it's the child you love best." 2619|I have heard people say: 2619|"She loves me for my loving heart, 2619|But that's not the girl she loves; 2619|The girl on whose eyes 2619|I gaze, as she will! 2619|I've a sister's heart, I know, 2619|But I love her 2619|For her loving spirit 2619|I have dreamed of a rose: 2619|(A rose I had that's redder 2619|Than aught that's in the sky)-- 2619|I've dreamed of a dreamer's 2619|Smile, whose eyes are 2619|More than starlight is! 2619|But I have never dreamed, 2619|Or longed for it, 2619|A friend in my dreams 2619|As much and better than 2619|How the roses go-- 2619|Down in the garden grass 2619|How fair and true! 2619|How blue and golden 2619|The skies of June! 2619|How swift the hours,-- 2619|But O, how swift 2619|The hours that slip away! 2619|How sweet and tender 2619|The breezes are; 2619|And how the grass grows green, 2619|And how the clover 2619|The gold is, and the dew 2619|That rains down from the sky! 2619|O, ======================================== SAMPLE 41760 ======================================== 2294|So to his face you smiled, and I could not. 2294|But one word fell; I could not speak it, I 2294|Could not breathe it; for, as when a man 2294|Comes forth to strike his dream and has no rest; 2294|He is a slave--a master's kiss has bought 2294|And bought his lover, and it is the end! 2294|And now there was a silence; a strange look 2294|Were all that said, O-Shika-na, O-shika-na; 2294|For he who spoke to me was silent too. 2294|A moment's silence--but not a word: the air 2294|Was full of a great silence, and I saw 2294|The light of all souls rose round my head. 2294|And there was silence in the city; the eyes 2294|Of every man looked straight at me, and I heard 2294|The sounds of a great silence; and a cry 2294|Of joy passed through the air like a great joy. 2294|Then it was, O-Shika-na, you who was there. 2294|How do I love you? Do not mock me now. 2294|You are the perfect spirit of my love: 2294|You are the flower that springs from the heart; 2294|You are the thing I fain would hold fast, 2294|And call my own, when I am lost to you. 2294|And do not laugh at me; but do not mind me 2294|In the strange city, where you must not trust me: 2294|My love is strong. I will not let you touch me, 2294|And I will give you no praise that you choose. 2294|I shall not laugh at you. O my heart, 2294|Let us be happy. 2294|LORD, who heard: 2294|I go. 2294|LORD, to-night. 2294|Hush! I do not want you! But the air 2294|Beats heavy with the song from the great West 2294|Where many cities lie, where the rich sun 2294|Walks, and the flowers in sun-kissed meadows swell. 2294|Come, O sweet one, come to me and rest me: 2294|Lords of my heart! For your eyes are red-wet, 2294|And your lips have no music lately caught. 2294|Come, and hold our love for a little while. 2294|LORD, to-night. 2294|Hush! I do not need you! But the light 2294|Beats heavy with the song from the great West. 2294|You are the perfect spirit of my love: 2294|You are the flower that springs from the heart: 2294|You are what all good lovers are in heart: 2294|And my heart--my heart with you--is full! 2294|I give you every wish you ever had, 2294|A little while I stand and look in your eyes-- 2294|What have I ever done to please you, King? 2294|I take your little hands and lead you down 2294|Into the darkness and you laugh with me 2294|To find, after centuries of searching and pain, 2294|The world and a world of eyes I know. 2294|I love you: and this heart I will let grow, 2294|As you grow larger and larger, deeper and deeper-- 2294|I will let my lips fall soft in your hair, 2294|I will breathe soft and soft, as if one were sleeping, 2294|And you are your infinite loving self. 2294|LORD, to-night. 2294|And I will be your own for a little while-- 2294|I will come to you and let you look in my eyes, 2294|And take your breath in my hands and hold you, 2294|And give you all I had and did and dreamed. 2294|LORD, to-night. 2294|And the lights will light up the darkness at me head 2294|As they did at midnight--the very lamps that burn 2294|For the souls of the Lord's lovers: and a star 2294|Will shine on the night as I enter my castle 2294|In the light of all things beautiful and true: 2294|And all will look out on the world and me ======================================== SAMPLE 41770 ======================================== 4369|Walking along the way. 4369|I knew that if I went there 4369|My journey would end here, here. 4369|I thought a lot about you, 4369|And how you made me feel ill: 4369|And what would happen to one who went there, 4369|Who made my life a misery. 4369|I saw the sky and the hills-- 4369|They were blue and soft and white. 4369|And I cried for you, my little girl, 4369|You whom I do not mind a bit! 4369|Oh, did you make this world a misery, 4369|O sun in the sky and the hills? 4369|And did you let the people starve 4369|Because they had no clothes to wear? 4369|And did you let them languish in wretchedness, 4369|To the cold, dark world in the distance? 4369|And has the sky now no beauty for you now, 4369|Your blue sky-- 4369|Your lovely sky, with its sky of wonder? 4369|And did you never feel the sky as it is-- 4369|The sky of sunflowers, white and pure? 4369|And does the moon now feel the cold? 4369|And does the star now make no motion in the sky 4369|Because the light is gone? 4369|And now at night do you not hear no sound, 4369|No footfall in the darkness, no moan, 4369|No whispered word, no whisper that the people hear? 4369|And does the sea now seem to say... "The sky is blue"? 4369|And does the sky now seem to say... "The moon is bright"? 4369|And does the sky now look like a vision to you? 4369|And does the sky now seem to make for you a star? 4369|I see like a sky a pale blue sky of clouds, 4369|And stars like moons. 4369|And, yes--the sky is blue--the sky of wonder. 4369|There was a man who walked alone at night 4369|By a little red light in the window. 4369|The streets were all one vast purple mist, 4369|Like some tiny foam-fleck or the stars, 4369|Or like a little windy mist. 4369|If you looked at him you would not see 4369|The eyes of any man, but only his hair - 4369|He who put it there. 4369|He lived in a world of mist, of clouds, 4369|Of rainbows, sunsets,--none of a thing. 4369|The little red light made his hair bright. 4369|He did not know the world, but I, I know 4369|Because at night I cry when other people cry-- 4369|Crying because the sun puts out it's shadow! 4369|If you go to sleep, 4369|I'll come inside your bed, 4369|And help you dream 4369|And dream forever-- 4369|For you and me. 4369|The wind that rambles by 4369|At break of day 4369|Makes the black night grow warm and dusky, 4369|So I bid you quiet your child. 4369|There will be a song 4369|When I am far away. 4369|I'll come that afternoon 4369|At sunset, when the moon is on the sky. 4369|And when the winds grow still 4369|In the sea that sleeps 4369|In your heart, you will sigh and murmur. 4369|And the sea shall answer and moan 4369|To the song that I sing. 4369|And I know the sound that I will say, 4369|And I'll think those thoughts I cannot speak. 4369|And then with me beside you 4369|In an endless dream, 4369|We will play, 4369|And the thought that I have said, 4369|And you will hear. 4369|When the world is so quiet-- 4369|When the wind is still in the room; 4369|When the stars are so far away; 4369|Then you will listen and smile. 4369|And the room will be a pleasant place 4369|For two whose hearts are one. 4369|And I'll say you what I do not speak: 4369|When ======================================== SAMPLE 41780 ======================================== 2997|As the sun grows warm, and the night comes on, 2997|I'll walk the garden path again and hear 2997|The birds of night that round and round me fling 2997|Shrill music that grows faint with hope to die. 2997|One moonlit evening, when the dusk 2997|Was as a deep ocean-street for eyes 2997|Saw and hearing, I will rise and walk 2997|Out from my box, to see the light 2997|Blowing on a heap of roses red, 2997|With no one on to give me place. 2997|At the corner of that street we run 2997|Two tall girls who shake their baby hands; 2997|Their little brother walks by, and as 2997|He puts the baby to bed, they wave 2997|Their little hands, and then they're gone. 2997|As near or far as I can draw 2997|The light and shadow, that's all. 2997|I hear the low door clatter, and then 2997|I may not hear it after all: 2997|Yet I may go and look again. 2997|For who has knowledge that can say 2997|From what unseen, if distant shore 2997|The soul may travel, if there's a shore 2997|At which she goes not? and my mind 2997|May know all this, but who's to say? 2997|I may go and look again. 2997|"We're down to go," a baby said, 2997|"To go, or thereabouts, whatever comes. 2997|All 'er ways and all 'er ends 2997|Are good for one another, I think," 2997|And then he looked away, as one 2997|That's too old to know how sweet he seems, 2997|And is of eyes that still, that move 2997|When all is done, is best for all. 2997|One night the moon and one fair star 2997|Broke into a lusty, dancing herd 2997|Of tiny stars, a long, long run; 2997|And, as the herders bounded and plied, 2997|Buddh'la, one fair boy, with long, glad shriek, 2997|Pushed them home to some old house, where 2997|He turned the latch, saw, and turned away. 2997|"How? who's the others?" he cried: 2997|And then he said, "How? who's the next? 2997|And then to tell me all I cried: 2997|And then he shook, and cried, not right, 2997|As one may tell, when we have died all." 2997|"No," said a man. "This is too deep"-- 2997|But no one answered; then he sighed: 2997|"I cannot, I must not die!" 2997|Then came a man, with voice of cheer, 2997|And cried, "I've just come from 'ome!" 2997|And then he smiled, and said, "Yes, 2997|Let's have the rest we were denied!" 2997|And then the men had a word 2997|And one said, "This can make us all 2997|The king of kings, and lord of lords!" 2997|Then came a man. "Who's that?" he asked; 2997|"And then another spoke, and said, - 2997|"'O 'ad forgotten the things they'd do.' 2997|Nay, that's not true!" and then, the while, 2997|I, sobbing, said, "I didn't know," 2997|And that was all. 2997|He said, "I saw a child who's lost her plaything, 2997|And I went to find her, but I found her not. 2997|"But in the fields I came to play I found her not 2997|Where the flowers and grass and little birds were." 2997|"A child?" The voice grew louder; 2997|"A child-child, what, a child-child?" 2997|"A child?" She said with sudden pause, 2997|"A child-child, what, a child-child?" 2997|"And when she died, I came and found her not; 2997|Then I knew what she had been." 2997|" ======================================== SAMPLE 41790 ======================================== 37804|She withers in her bed, 37804|I have no hope to save her: 37804|For me, I leave her here a prey'. 37804|Now, in a few short sittin', 37804|You'll see what I can do 37804|'Ist the world is full of it, 37804|And you'll see what I can do'. 37804|O, but if you have to die, 37804|And come to earth again, 37804|And come to your fair native land, 37804|And die by my last arrow, 37804|I have no place to say, 37804|I have no place to say. 37804|But if you choose to live, 37804|And come again to your true-love, 37804|To find his true love through all the land, 37804|If you die before the time 37804|--What have you to say? 37804|'I have no place to say'. 37804|'Then I must say', quoth _him_, 'I will die 37804|When he shall reach my own house, for I 37804|Have no place to say. 37804|'I have no place to say'. 37804|'Then I must say', quoth _her_, 'we have had 37804|No solace or solace since last we met, 37804|And that's the thing I fear, 37804|For I have no place to say. 37804|'I have no place to say'. 37804|And so they went their way, 37804|They, who would find his gentle wife 37804|Who never should come to them again; 37804|But, as he lay by her side, 37804|He heard her in the night a voice say,-- 37804|'I have done what I can do.' 37804|He started up from sleep, 37804|And he took up two thin-edged knife, 37804|And he said, 'You shall surely die, 37804|Ere you should see mine face.' 37804|And so they parted, and he went his way 37804|To seek the last true love, 37804|And so, I think, shall I. 37804|When I was but a little man, 37804|A silly boy, 37804|And with my mother's care 37804|I wandered through the fields, 37804|And in the meadows played. 37804|I took part with the rest, 37804|From house to house. 37804|With many a kiss and play 37804|I made my life complete. 37804|But now, I am grown a man, 37804|And live in a far country; 37804|With many a fond caress 37804|My brow is rued by love. 37804|For you to kiss and play, 37804|For you to wake and smile, 37804|I shall not see nor greet, 37804|For you forgetfulness. 37804|Nor hear nor hear of love, 37804|And yet, to-day, 37804|I kiss and smile on you: 37804|And I forget you for aye. 37804|When my mother comes home from church, 37804|My lonely father oft begs relief: 37804|'My father, I have done amiss,' he cries, 37804|'A kiss I have gotten from the dear dead.' 37804|'A kiss, my love,' my mother replies, 37804|'And when shall I get one from you?' 37804|'When you grow old,' he answers, 'Oh, kiss me, dears, 37804|My lute and my song shall be sweet to you.' 37804|'Tis thus my lonely mother answers, 'No, 37804|But kiss me, dears, with fond caresses.' 37804|'No, no,' my father answers, 'No-- 37804|I live apart from the dead, no more to be wed, 37804|Nor shall the dead come and kiss us--not one kiss!' 37804|So we go our ways, we live our lives, 37804|And die our deaths in the earth and air; 37804|The old-fashioned burial-thee-sleep 37804|Is just the sweetest thing that death can do. 37804|But wait awhile, my love,-- 37804|Oh wait while ======================================== SAMPLE 41800 ======================================== 1304|And then my wife's eyes grew dim, and out she started then. 1304|And loathing he ran with his black-cloaked head to the wall; 1304|And I scarce 'd have known my mistress, if I'd let him go. 1304|'Come out again, and lie down, for the summer day is done! 1304|For no foot is in the house when my mistress is there!' 1304|And she looked at the wall, and her head just lay on my breast; 1304|'Come back, come in, and give to me the best you have got!' 1304|And she gave me the key, and out she came at the door. 1304|She have a purse and a little gown, but a face without love, 1304|And I thought to see the tears upon her cheek as she stole 1304|In and out with the night, and the long day in her arms. 1304|The lamps are lighted, the revel dancing, 1304|In and out with the ladies fair: 1304|But my heart it lies lonely and still 1304|In my little room at home. 1304|I took a garland to deck my hair, 1304|And lay by a shining fire; 1304|I took a garment from the hall 1304|And bound it round my body bare. 1304|There was wrought silver in the vase 1304|And painted amber there was wrought gold; 1304|And every little thing was worth: 1304|But the heart of me was broken down, 1304|And broke, and broken down. 1304|The garland which I bound with wire 1304|Could not hide the veins from me; 1304|The heart of me was broken down, 1304|And broke, and broken down. 1304|My heart went out to the fairest, 1304|My breast to the dear sweet May; 1304|I took a rose-bud from the bough-- 1304|I bound it round my body bare. 1304|The rose was sweet in the morning, 1304|The garment was fragrant and fine, 1304|And every little thing was worth: 1304|But the heart of me was broken down, 1304|And broke, and broken down. 1304|Oh, had I a golden treasure, 1304|Which I have but to give! 1304|I'd up the door when the lark was up, 1304|The lark would bow unto the ground; 1304|I'd up when the bird was up, 1304|The bird would warble a joyous song. 1304|I'd up the garden path when the May 1304|Was with her diadem; 1304|With her diadem, with her diadem, 1304|Oh, she's got a diadem! 1304|I'd up the hall when the harp was set; 1304|The harp was tuned by the hand of song; 1304|I'd up when the lyre was tuned; 1304|The lyre, the lyre, lyre lyre lyre lyre 1304|Was tuned by the hand of man! 1304|But the joy of my heart is not yet blest, 1304|Nor the gladness of my days, 1304|That I may the glory of my love see; 1304|'Shall I look at the moonshine and think of the sun?' 1304|But as the light comes forth with a smile. 1304|And as the moon comes in with a frown. 1304|I am weary for to see and to behold her so, 1304|For to take my eyes from the window and rest; 1304|And as she goes up the stair so do I go down. 1304|I am worn with the burden of many a night, 1304|In the prison-house or in prison-place: 1304|I have seen the sunrise of sorrow and tears, 1304|And the sunset of many a joyous day: 1304|I have seen the face of the far-off earth rise, 1304|And the face of a thousand deaths and woes; 1304|I have seen how the soul is a thing apart 1304|From the body and the fleshly frame, 1304|That through every change and bondage hath need 1304|Of help from above, and evermore hath need. 1304|She is patient and ======================================== SAMPLE 41810 ======================================== 16452|Pant their arms down then; of those who fought 16452|Hector with might unspeakable, the rest 16452|In a confused mob, and in the midst 16452|Of all they seemed in numberless hundreds all, 16452|As though there had by famine been distain'd 16452|And with the sick some little bread supplied. 16452|Meantime the chiefs of Troy, with all the host 16452|Of Greece, sat in judgment on the issue 16452|Of the last encounter. Juno of voice 16452|And of the anthems heard from Ida, thus. 16452|Ulysses! thou art, doubtless, well aware 16452|That all these hosts in this last conflict, whether 16452|Of yore, when Atrides drove them to the fight 16452|In Argos, or these our own, now bear command 16452|Over the rest. What hope for Troy hath sprung 16452|From this redoubted prowess of thine arm? 16452|Thus the illustrious Chief with modest mien 16452|The Grecian host address'd him, while the sun 16452|Ascended a little farther yet, he gave 16452|His voice to all the hosts, and bade them take 16452|Seat-of-men, and on th' Olympian heights 16452|Launch forth into the dark. As when around 16452|At summer-tide a river-bank they gather 16452|Of the deep-flowing Saronic flood, 16452|The whole multitude of the herd or flock 16452|Shriek, and the heifers come in panic; so 16452|The thronging thousands of the Trojans rose, 16452|And the whole fleet of Ilium at the sound 16452|Shriek'd, and the earth was rock'd with the clang. 16452|They met; they struck; they struck; at last at length 16452|The mighty strength of Hector of his shield 16452|Achiev'd the utmost. His broad shield he shield'd 16452|Which Saturn's daughter Venus with her hands 16452|Had borne, and at the field he smote, wherefrom 16452|The Trojans say that he a grievous wound 16452|Struck to his side. Then, on his right hip, 16452|A blow, they say, he sustain'd, and gave back 16452|The touch, which made the Trojan chief unbound. 16452|His helmet, with which he oft repuls'd 16452|The warlike Hector, to the ground he struck 16452|His mighty adversary's crested head 16452|With many a blow, and then as one to whom 16452|The voice commands, on whom, nor any there, 16452|Nor man, the foremost of Patroclus fell. 16452|His right hand at the same time his left arm arm'd 16452|Impell'd, his pointed spear his inmost bowels. 16452|Him Neptune the Vast Host saw, his bowels 16452|Smiting, and, as if he had burst a vein, 16452|Achilles strove to pierce, but Neptune's weapon 16452|Prevented. Phoebus Phoebus, from a cloud 16452|Of clouds arose, and with his golden spear 16452|Ascended, while on swift errands to the war 16452|Achilles came. As two bold lions seize 16452|An antelope with fangs contracted to earth, 16452|And, without mercy tearing, drag her thence, 16452|So Achilles on his steeds, his flesh still sore 16452|He tear'd, and his entrails, till, exhausted, last 16452|He reached the battle-plain; but when his wound 16452|Lay open, and his soul no longer felt 16452|A fear, from the bright sun he withdrew 16452|His eyes, nor look'd to either left or right, 16452|But cast himself down on the ground, nor mov'd 16452|Until the earth closed o'er him, which had clos'd 16452|His eyes. Then, with a sacrifice of blood 16452|And bread, the God of Frost he appease'd, and slept. 16452|As when a shipwreck'd mariner, from seas 16452|Unpleased, drinks in the sweet draught from off 16452|His shoulder-blade, who yet had drunk to overflowing ======================================== SAMPLE 41820 ======================================== 12286|I like to see 12286|Our countrymen, so strangely skilled: 12286|So I will pray 12286|For them who now are living and dead 12286|And in their time will live and die, 12286|And as they are the best 12286|And will have it what they will, 12286|So I will pray 12286|These countrymen, so strangely skilled. 12286|For them and their grandkids there, 12286|And the children on their knees in the street, 12286|For the children standing with bare knee and bare head, 12286|For the men who love us, and are to keep us free, 12286|For the young and the old, 12286|And the poor, who walk as slaves in this land, 12286|From our nation's feast 12286|To the sound of the cannon's "whirr," 12286|And all the sounds are of the men who were heroes 12286|And the poets, the songsters and songs of the wood, 12286|For our country now is grown 12286|To a fine beauty and beauty of mind, and I too. 12286|And this I know, 12286|For men now to come, 12286|In the land the great ship sails for, 12286|Will find her, built in a fine beauty and beauty of mind, 12286|And her fine sails will spread out a wide tent to the skies, 12286|For the nation that she is sailing for, and the ship. 12286|For she is as fair 12286|As a fair sun in the world all day, 12286|And so many fair things may be seen 12286|Of beautiful life, of beauty and grace, 12286|By land or by air, of beauty and grace. 12286|My little boy, I will go and ask the King; 12286|The King has little care or care about me. 12286|His care for me will be for a golden treasure, 12286|Or a little flower, or a tear, or a kiss. 12286|And he will give me a golden toy for my finger, 12286|And a golden chain to match with mine own. 12286|So then I shall smile through the King's smiling een, 12286|And look at my little, golden, joyous boys, 12286|And wonder at all of them--and they shall smile-- 12286|But never kiss me--never! For I shall smile, 12286|And never look in their eyes, nor kiss them once-- 12286|Not once, until I sit here side by side 12286|As Mother to a beautiful little boy. 12286|There will be many things, and in many places, 12286|And in many shapes and colors also. 12286|There will be many things for boys and girl, 12286|And many hands, and in many lands. 12286|And there will be many things for little boys, 12286|And little girls, with many kinds of dress. 12286|There will be a myriad things and mixtures, 12286|Many things for children's needs and desires, 12286|Many things for children--many, many eyes-- 12286|And the little children will cry. 12286|For the little children are weak. 12286|And the little children are sad. 12286|Will never the little children laugh? 12286|But when to-day's work is done. 12286|Then they laugh, sometimes, if the sun's going down, 12286|Or if the breezes sigh. 12286|And the little children will laugh and sing. 12286|The bright winds will whisper things of joy, 12286|And the earth will smile, and the sea, 12286|And the little children will sing. 12286|If the little children cry, 12286|The children will cry, and the earth will be glad. 12286|'Tis the God's hand who brings 12286|All this happiness and woe; 12286|He will never suffer more 12286|With the little children's tears. 12286|Oh! what wonderful things have they done 12286|That their days should be so bright. 12286|The lads have all been busy and bright, 12286|The lasses rich, with head and dress; 12286|And as the days go round, 12286|The young are ever full of glee. 12286|The lasses ======================================== SAMPLE 41830 ======================================== 8187|"Now, if by any chance thy memory 8187|"Can save this wretch with words of aid or pay, 8187|"At least let all--all that can be paid 8187|"To those who in thy father's house have been, 8187|"Or by that son who'd know them all in vain-- 8187|"Know them in time; I'll tell them all I know. 8187|"When the bright Sun himself was set on earth, 8187|"And still stood shining on, 8187|"He put the world in wards, that all might be. 8187|"And yet, while heaven itself was turning round, 8187|"He chose the first and best of all the world. 8187|"That same bright light he only ever shone, 8187|"That light--the only one--of all the Nine, 8187|"That sole and only light of all the Nine. 8187|"And, like a beacon, then, he only rung, 8187|"That others might enjoy, 8187|"That others might attain his glorious ray. 8187|"But ah! the way his choice of mortal men 8187|"Is run--" He ceased, for a long space monotonous-- 8187|"And ah! who knows how long!-- 8187|"Till some, that know my name, have struck their note, 8187|"And, on our very earth, 8187|"Are listening to our golden music all." 8187|This is my little tale, 8187|So unfinished, so unfinished, 8187|So unspoken, so unheeded-- 8187|Of a lady fair and free 8187|In her very earthly place; 8187|Touched by none as she was, 8187|Nor yet in any sense the same 8187|As all the world in vain, 8187|Her eyes, they had the air of angels' eyes, 8187|Her soul like angels' souls, 8187|Her thoughts--all things were in her like unto one; 8187|Yet now, with all these happy, true things thus placed 8187|Amongst the rude and rudely born, 8187|It seems as if I hear a voice divine, 8187|Sole voice divine and true, 8187|Sung by some other little child, 8187|While her eyes have left their sunny skies unsunned. 8187|That little child is not mine-- 8187|If some one had told the tale, 8187|She may have heard the tears 8187|That now moisten my cheek-- 8187|And the bitter recollection, alas, 8187|Of the words that she could not speak, 8187|The grief, the agony, 8187|Of my lass who had but to be my guide; 8187|Then gone, in all this happiness, 8187|Like some dark cloudlet, 8187|And with none but herself to say, 8187|And _that_ though the world had not a right to know. 8187|I see the sun as soon by the dusky sky 8187|That hung o'er her head, as in a cloud-- 8187|And the sun throws on, while he seems to bless 8187|The heart that he holds all the world in; 8187|A glory, that shines through all his course, 8187|His light, for his will alone is given, 8187|And his light, like the glory, is all heaven. 8187|So dear, so pure, so light, so dear she 8187|To the soul of her lover, Heaven, is gone. 8187|To the little child, in all her glory, 8187|Herself is but the shadow of her Glory; 8187|And the smile that she smiles, for its beauty, 8187|Is but the smile that smiles through a cloud. 8187|Thus, all the while, she's hidden from sight 8187|The sorrows and the cares of her heart-- 8187|Tho' I gaze at her, wondering, and feel 8187|They're only the shadow of her Glory. 8187|The same, her spirit's full, of the Lord-- 8187|And the same, her spirit's empty, as the sky. 8187|The same in her joy, her sorrows, her fears, 8187|Yet no _lady_ of earth, but God, ======================================== SAMPLE 41840 ======================================== 22229|And I am weary of this life; 22229|For my thoughts are hard and dark 22229|As the depths of the sea; 22229|And I would sojourn here awhile 22229|With a comrade like the sea, 22229|If for the sea I might be free, 22229|For the sun, for the sea! 22229|For the wild, for the bright sun, 22229|For the blue, for the sky, 22229|For the earth, for the soul of man-- 22229|But oh! I have heard of no land 22229|Where they could dwell aright, 22229|Where the flowers, for the night-tide, 22229|Are not all unkind. 22229|And I would to-day be free 22229|From the strife of love, 22229|O'er the sea's mirth could sweep, 22229|In the land of bliss. 22229|I am weary of the world's din 22229|That is in the heart and stirs it; 22229|So, on summer's gay summer eves, 22229|It suits me to abide. 22229|And now the green leaves are turning 22229|In the moonlight 'twixt the trees, 22229|And it is joy that I look on, 22229|As I sit in my window-sill, 22229|And 'tis summer in this land. 22229|For the storm has passed from shore to shore-- 22229|I am warm as the ship-bells wake; 22229|And the land, with its sun and sky, 22229|Is a loving place for me. 22229|For the joy of joys is my sire, 22229|And the joy of manhood is he; 22229|As the heart grows younger each day, 22229|My faith is the fuller for it. 22229|For the bird is ever singing, 22229|Though the hours of the night be lang', 22229|And it ever sings, as it may, 22229|To the heart that will follow. 22229|For man is a slave that hews, 22229|And the soul that's free may sing; 22229|We have been a-wraith at song-- 22229|But he now is singing free. 22229|As our love grows young in the leaf, 22229|And its blossom be fresh each night, 22229|And the heart that's young may seek 22229|What the old love may share-- 22229|The old hope may be dear 22229|As the morning of May day, 22229|So may we be young in love, 22229|Sweetheart, in life and spirit. 22229|But my hope of the old love is now a fading star, 22229|For the heart that is free may choose 22229|To turn our words to prayer, 22229|Or turn our songs to hymns 22229|That, coming night, may rise 22229|Out of darkness to sing 22229|As the dawn the dream has spoken, 22229|To the heart that's free to-night. 22229|The world is but made glad by his kiss 22229|Who's so tender and true, 22229|The world is much made gladder by his smile, 22229|The world is his by divine right, 22229|Who is full and full of all best things, 22229|And nothing is wanting to be his. 22229|If ever there came a day 22229|That joy should dawn on thee, 22229|As when the sun be set, 22229|And sorrow's dark cloud lift, 22229|From out thy loving breast 22229|My heart will break in sorrow. 22229|But, when the day is over, 22229|And night shall cover o'er 22229|The cloud of memory, 22229|My heart will burst with shame 22229|In shame for man and boy. 22229|That love for youth's fair flower, 22229|Nor yet the dark to shun, 22229|Is the man on whose breast 22229|No bloom of his is pictured, 22229|By whom the sun and moon 22229|Is set in a mother's eye. 22229|If e'er in life the star were found 22229|To light our pathway free, 22229|If fate should stop us at our road, ======================================== SAMPLE 41850 ======================================== 34762|To which the lady made us reply, 34762|To wit, sir: _we_ are a company, 34762|And that she has us under her care. 34762|"Now do--please 34762|Your business in this matter to conclude; 34762|We would be pleased to take, perchance, 34762|A message from the lady here, 34762|In your next letter for the king." 34762|"Very well, my dear Sir Alice, take care 34762|We reach the lady's at her door, 34762|At ten to-morrow; send our address, 34762|The lady's number, to the chime." 34762|Then, after this, his name and place 34762|The monarch's, the king's, both's friends addrest: 34762|Sir Arthur, the Baron, and the Lady Blanche 34762|(We'll add to the names a moment as yet), 34762|And many others, of whom we have 34762|No farther particulars than the address, 34762|All sign'd in full, the monarch's due. 34762|This done, the monarch's high acclaim 34762|Resembled in Sir Arthur's visage, 34762|A smile of such amity and gladness, 34762|Which gave an unaccustomed flush to 34762|His face, and made me look to his left 34762|For signs of a surprise as I came back, 34762|And it appears that I felt surprised, too. 34762|The lady blushed to see her signor fail, 34762|And with but the name of the person absent, 34762|Sir Arthur stood; and, since his purpose 34762|Had long been to fulfil, I'll not say more, 34762|But add unto mine already stated. 34762|The lady asked him what he thought of that, 34762|And he could not well guess, though recollecting 34762|How of last midnight he had counselled her: 34762|But he saw the fluttering of her garments, 34762|Her changing face, his own so natural, 34762|And it was not that she was afraid; 34762|But, as I am fond of hearing of things, 34762|They call him "the Prince of Peace," that he 34762|May be the first in that "noble name" 34762|To tell her that my mistress loves him. 34762|"But, dear lady," he says, "if she be true, 34762|And loveth him for what I deem him true, 34762|I fear the end of all; that noble Queen 34762|She cannot well withhold her part. 34762|"And then, in all that time, where her lord 34762|Was absent, she has been the least displeased 34762|If I, poor man, who was her only lord, 34762|Had lived in quiet out of sight. 34762|"I know 'twas in the times of our chivalry, 34762|And I am now a man old, since then 34762|Of all my life I know nothing but griefs; 34762|But, poor man, I have lived all other years 34762|Beneath the shadow of her eyes, so long 34762|From this time onward, for she does not move 34762|With me or with me in the city here; 34762|"But I have been the best and most sincere. 34762|I never even sought her while she lived, 34762|As if myself were dead, but gave her half 34762|Of what I had, a little for her sake. 34762|I never even sent her a scrap of gold, 34762|But as I knew that I could never get 34762|Aught of what would please her, I left it all 34762|When she was gone, the most of myself. 34762|"My mother is a woman much too old, 34762|And after illness many years, 34762|She is not very tired to talk 34762|Of health and long life to me and mine. 34762|When her sick husband is away, 34762|She never looks on me for rest; 34762|But sits there, like a tired thing, and moans 34762|And cries for help for every one. 34762|I am so old--I'm only thirty-five, 34762|And I am glad to think I never went ======================================== SAMPLE 41860 ======================================== 4272|That they must leave the earth 4272|That we this day may have our home! 4272|Hither let us cast our mortal shell, 4272|And live a holy, happy life: 4272|And in that day--that blessed time, 4272|Our Saviour's Mother's face to meet, 4272|As He Himself, the holy Child. 4272|The Lord, the Lord, hath led us hence, 4272|His word is sure; 4272|We know the voice, that said His birth, 4272|His days, his deeds, 4272|He sent His Spirit to our hearts, 4272|The holy angels, by a sign 4272|To tell His purpose dear, 4272|Who bade them follow, with His hands, 4272|And follow Him. Oh! would that in them 4272|A like desire might find a share; 4272|Or that the souls which had been bidden 4272|With His dear mission to the East, 4272|Might ever have, with one consent, 4272|A Mother's embrace, as Him they follow, 4272|Like the poor little one to whom God 4272|The light of glory showed. 4272|They came not, as they come, to give 4272|The soul which loved to follow; 4272|Not only to the heart to rise, 4272|As now to Him--the Holy Mother's Son. 4272|The children of the sinner's sin 4272|Are now the children of the saint. 4272|And, if that happy heart so fair 4272|In Him should own, and love all heaven, 4272|That they should call, in accents dear, 4272|The children of the world--O happy race! 4272|All bliss should be your lot: 4272|Ye have the promise, and all else is mine. 4272|Our hope is in the Lord, 4272|And only in His word we find: 4272|So that for us he bears no grudge 4272|Upon the soil as on the tree. 4272|The tree is not so slight a thing 4272|By Him created all the tree, 4272|That it can shrink from bearing. That's all; 4272|And if we choose to grow, 4272|'Tis ours: God is our Sire, and He 4272|Himself, His offspring's fruit, doth nourish. 4272|It's very little that our hearts desire, 4272|Unless for the sake of that dear fatherland. 4272|Nor less than our Savior's sire, 4272|He loves the children well. 4272|Who loves the Child, in whom we see 4272|A thousand, thousand visions meet: 4272|That is the Christ. 4272|Who loves the child, so much above, 4272|The tender-nurtured eye and ear, 4272|Where every thought and deed may be 4272|As He shall tell. 4272|Who loves--who ne'er forsakes - 4272|His Saviour, his great Teacher--Christ. 4272|But, see the little creatures all 4272|And worship Christ their King: 4272|When all the others, for their portion, 4272|Are turned to stone and changed to wood. 4272|He never asks, but he receives 4272|His flock's expectation. From His hand 4272|The children all 4272|Have heard His voice; the Saviour's voice 4272|Has their hearts. What shall bespeak 4272|Their day? It is His day. 4272|The Saviour loves them, 4272|For they need him: He is the light; 4272|They look to him for light. 4272|It means, when He said, Look to Thee, 4272|"Believe on me and ye shall all be saved;" 4272|It means the Saviour's Word, 4272|The Word of God's own Word, 4272|That bids them look and believe, 4272|Christ's own Word. 4272|It means, when He told them, I am the way, 4272|"Believe in God and in his word;" 4272|It means the love of Him who bore 4272|This cross, to save them at that shrine. 4272|Its meaning is, ======================================== SAMPLE 41870 ======================================== 22229|O'er the drowsy waves I roam 22229|For the home-return of a lover? 22229|Oh, I wander wi' the lass o' Dunedin, 22229|Whare the dew hangs like a sheaf, 22229|But my hame I hae na won-- 22229|It's no their love I hae now. 22229|Though my love it winna leave-- 22229|I toil aye at the trade o' her, 22229|Though she toil aye in Scotshell, 22229|Still I hae the heart o' her. 22229|For the hinny-tree is green in hand, 22229|And the bonnie broomy brae, 22229|And the dew hangs like a sheaf, 22229|But my hame I hae na won-- 22229|It's no their love I hae now. 22229|For the hinny-tree is green wi' seed, 22229|And the bonnie broomy brae, 22229|And my hame shall been green-- 22229|I'll hae anitherye to cleed 22229|If my loved one must die. 22229|I'll be the laddie, and I will be the man, 22229|Aye the day will come when I, to be alive, 22229|Shall be a king in a' the land o' the bonnie Thames, 22229|Whare the dew gars the heather bloom; 22229|But my heart, ah, my heart, ah, my heart o' the heather! 22229|For the dew gars the heather bloom! 22229|For this land o' the braes wi' their briers and gorse, 22229|And the hills wi' their heather green; 22229|I was glad when the night to the land was come, 22229|Yet I am sad when I think o' my ain! 22229|For this land o' the braes wi' their briers and gorse, 22229|And the hills wi' their heather green, 22229|May the angels hide me frae the power o' a lover 22229|Till the day that I meet him there! 22229|For the angels can never confine 22229|Thee, oh, my galen! to the giver o' thy charms-- 22229|Thine airy maids, they waft to the giver o' thine arms-- 22229|Thine earth, it is a-drivin' them! 22229|And 'tis the sad, sad thing when love comes frae thee, 22229|An' thy heart is sifted wi' tears, 22229|When he comes back that wails, 22229|The love that loved thee well-- 22229|When love comes back again, 22229|Ah, gentle lady, may he never see thee a-ha'e'en! 22229|For a' the while thou's tak'st a pity on him that ca'n't 22229|For an untie a' the poor heart, he hears it sair, 22229|That wails, for a' the words he hauds, 22229|That wails, for a' the love-words he hauds! 22229|The tear-letters cluck, and ding-dong thuds, 22229|The hoarse, wild voices of the winter wind 22229|In the hush that follows close on mine! 22229|But hark! the lintie grows-- 22229|Come awa', O O come awa'! 22229|For I 'm baith my love and thee, 22229|And the bonnie young birds do sing, 22229|In the dewy crooning clime, 22229|For the hamely blooms are weet-- 22229|Where the green trees drape the lea, 22229|In the dewy crooning clime. 22229|For the green trees wi' the dew 22229|On the braes aboon the brim, 22229|And the glen-lilies o'er the flow'r, 22229|And the bluebell and blackbird sing, 22229|In the dewy crooning clime.] 22229|For the hale and weel o' the clime, 22229|And the bonnie young ======================================== SAMPLE 41880 ======================================== 1471|Hers who, 1471|Through time and space. 1471|But the first man 1471|Who ever, by the first 1471|Called them their Maker's name, 1471|Came from his own 1471|And they all knew him, 1471|The first who lived by the first's 1471|Unborn speech, the first 1471|Who felt the first's 1471|And who looked at first 1471|In the first's face, the first 1471|In the flesh, the first 1471|Who died, and was alive, 1471|All those who passed 1471|With the same breath and hands 1471|With them, and they knew their King, 1471|And they passed again 1471|Through the first day, as he passed, 1471|As he went by! 1471|--A man that passed me in the dawn! 1471|And I, too, pass by; 1471|And yet I know him by the look, 1471|By the look of his head, 1471|By the hair a-strain it stands untied; 1471|By his boots I know him; 1471|For when I look, I meet his eye, 1471|I see his hair unbound; 1471|And by the look of his head I know 1471|His hand is round my own! 1471|In the sun's last light when all is dim, 1471|And in the silence even, 1471|Though your name be blown about with light, 1471|We stand with our faces still-- 1471|So it may be my soul is still 1471|In the darkness, even! 1471|A woman, whom her mother held as a child, 1471|Fled from her home, she knew not where; 1471|But she wandered, long without a guide; 1471|And she turned her head aside, 1471|And looked through the night at the moonlit hills, 1471|And the stars, and the stars in heaven! 1471|"God!" she cried, "why do I roam away?" 1471|And she wandered till the dawn was gray, 1471|And the night was black on the lonely hills. 1471|"God!" she cried, and she stayed till day 1471|Had come, and she stood by the lonely hill, 1471|And she kissed the hoary whiteness there, 1471|And said, "God is good!" till the dawn was gray. 1471|Towards heaven she clung-- 1471|God, and the shining stars, and the stars in heaven!-- 1471|And they sent her down with his wings of night; 1471|But she lived--there's not a creature alive 1471|But lives in that God-light on the hill! 1471|The moon came out and wept 1471|As she lay on the sea; 1471|She saw little white stars, the stars of heaven, 1471|That shone among the sea-shells gray. 1471|She laughed a laugh that the moon had made; 1471|They all laughed, did they not? 1471|Till the deep silence of the stars was stirred, 1471|And the sea a-smiting the hills 1471|Took up a sound of sighs on the dunes, 1471|And all of a glad surprise, 1471|And a sweet wonder that was strange 1471|And new, and strange indeed. 1471|And there they stood in the morning-tide, 1471|With eyes where none were set; 1471|And their faces were strange, but they smiled on us 1471|And their voices strange-- 1471|God's little children on the hill, 1471|The light on the hill-tops! 1471|God's little children of the sea! 1471|O it was hard to leave them, a-bed by their mother's side, 1471|For they were so very sweet, and their names would echo on 1471|Forever mine, for an hour, 1471|Like a sound of the ocean they would repeat 1471|My old songs of my heart; 1471|The old songs of love 1471|That I sung to them, 1471|Through the long hours spent, in their mother's arms! 1471|I have a friend of the old days to whom I ======================================== SAMPLE 41890 ======================================== 5185|To his daughter gave these instructions: 5185|"Give me, O golden maid, some wine 5185|Good to relax the soul and heart; 5185|I have search'd the world and all its regions, 5185|And will give to thee my best provisions, 5185|If thou wilt accept the offerings 5185|Paid for with tears and long regretful sighing. 5185|"When thou comest to the homestead, 5185|I shall give thee what thou wilt desire, 5185|I will give thee, my beloved pairling, 5185|Red apples with the snow in the husk; 5185|Honey of the sweet-bear he makes it, 5185|Bits of fat of the blue-duck he sells it; 5185|In the bottom is the blood of the mother 5185|Flowing from the birthright of Lemminkainen. 5185|"There is nothing in these lands abundant, 5185|Nothing to save thyself and thine attendants, 5185|Nothing to give to those about thee, 5185|But the snow-white bird of heaven alone 5185|Thou shalt see with thy beloved child; 5185|When thou hast the white-feather'd stag, 5185|As soon as thou canst read my letters, 5185|Take the horn of the black-bear, bee, and thineut, 5185|Guide them to the birch-tree's lattice, 5185|There in the early morning hours." 5185|Hereupon the maidens 5185|Take the fairest of the lambkins 5185|Take the brightest of the daughters, 5185|Tear the marrow from the thigh-bones, 5185|Cut the flesh from the cavity, 5185|Stitch the fragments of the thigh-bones 5185|Close together, as a vestment, 5185|Lay them in the wet clay mould, 5185|In the mould, the double delicious' 5185|Butter and fat of the lambkins, 5185|And of sweet and acrid bacon. 5185|When the stumps have been dismembered, 5185|When the flesh is in the pocket, 5185|Take the ribs of the lambkins, 5185|Burnish them well in the caldron, 5185|Lave the pieces in the ashes, 5185|Let them be for future brides, 5185|For the lovers in the Northland, 5185|Or in various lands of Pohya; 5185|Never changing, never old, 5185|Painted, but unadorned; 5185|For the joy of the maidens, 5185|For the happiness of heroes." 5185|On the bench's edge stood a maiden, 5185|Ere she mounted her birch-seat, 5185|On the bench's edge stood a mother, 5185|Ere he reached his work-bench, 5185|Caused this change of work to be made. 5185|Quick he jumps upon the bench-stone, 5185|To the mark of the speedy deer-hounds, 5185|Made one swift and sure journey forward, 5185|Made no long or unwanted journey, 5185|Made three short but important journeys. 5185|Then the eager fawn-herd sought him 5185|In the home of dread Tuonela, 5185|In the home of mighty death-land. 5185|In the deep and darksome home of death-land, 5185|In the darksome home of Tuonela. 5185|Speaks the ancient mother struggling, 5185|This speech the ancient mother utters: 5185|"Tell me, O thou Wolf-child, tell me, 5185|Who art thou, that I should bid anxiously 5185|Seek thou out my forest dwelling, 5185|Seek thou out this dwelling of Tuoni, 5185|For my forest grove is sorely grieved. 5185|I must leave my young bride in Tuoni, 5185|Leave my youth in Tuonela's infant, 5185|Tiny maiden, Palwoinen's darling; 5185|Seek thou out the home of Tuoni, 5185|Seek thou there thy dearest dearest treasure." 5185|To the woods he hastens speeding, 5185|To the groves with speedy footsteps, 5185|Hastily ======================================== SAMPLE 41900 ======================================== 37155|And they knew what I wanted and they helped to give it; 37155|And then I never could understand it,-- 37155|As I made my way the way they led me. 37155|But they always said the world was good enough for me. 37155|Though I never was the best child in my town, 37155|And I never was the prettiest in my class, 37155|And yet I never seemed a weakling or a fool: 37155|I never was a churl. I never looked at ground; 37155|But I knew what I wanted and I tried to find it; 37155|And that's the joy of school and the pride of life! 37154|_On seeing the last of a Summer's Day_ 37154|O'er the wide, star-paved valley, 37154|Down the broad-leafed pine trees, 37154|All the trees have lost the Summer's glow: 37154|And the sky is like a sleeping, misty rug; 37154|The forest has no colour: 37154|Only the valleys are blue in the sun, 37154|And the air is sweet with a smell of honeysuckle. 37154|Then the old earth 37154|Reeleth up beneath the mighty sky; 37154|It groaneth, and gaspeth, and shakeeth and shiverth: 37154|And, in its deep slumber, 37154|It sleeps and awakes and girdseth and croaketh-- 37154|As the summer winds 37154|Come to light upon the burthen 37154|Of the mists from the West. 37154|Then the young world 37154|Waking from its dreamy slumber-- 37154|Tired from its slumber-- 37154|Comes lightly across the sea-globe 37154|To the sunny valley, 37154|To the green, sunny valley of Avalon. 37154|_With an accent on the latter half of the eighteenth century. Many of the 37154|_The "diverted to the West" is a term applied to poetry from the 37154|_The "Iliad" is a complete poem composed in earlier times; it has 37154|_The "Olympian Plots" are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37154|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots are the 37154|_The "Iliad Plots" are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37154|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots are the 37154|_The "Olympian Plots" are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37154|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots are the 37155|_The "Iliad Plots" are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37155|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots are the 37155|_The "Olympian Plots" are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37155|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots are the 37155|_The "Nibelungs" are a mythical race in German Mythology: 37155|they are often seen seated on three strings, and are said to 37155|play only when one string is raised. 37155|_The "Nibelung Plots" are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37155|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots are the 37155|_The "Iliad Plots" are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37155|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots are the 37155|_The "Ameranui" are an annual festival of music celebrated in 37155|every part of Asia. They are generally said to be chanted 37155|in the third verse._ 37154|_The "Bactrara" is a mythical race in Indian Mythology. They are 37154|sometimes said to be seated on three strings; in no case, however, 37154|_Nibelung Plots_ are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37154|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots, and 37154|_The "Bactrai" are a mythical race in India; they are usually 37154|sometimes said to be seated on three strings; in no case, however, 37154|_Nibelung Plots_ are the classic Greek and Roman sagas 37154|which deal with the unification of the world. Plots, and, ======================================== SAMPLE 41910 ======================================== 29345|The sun is not in that valley, 29345|The day is not in the sky; 29345|The sun and the wind are not there, 29345|And the moon and the shadow are 29345|All over the place. 29345|What if at the end of the day 29345|The little bird go by? 29345|What if the water runs hot 29345|And the sky is blue and grey? 29345|If I have my will I will rise 29345|And go out in the sky. 29345|I should feel so lonely all my days 29345|If you were not near,-- 29345|You would know so many things 29345|That are always there. 29345|If you had not thought of that 29345|And treated me so long, 29345|I could never have stopped to think 29345|How much I would miss. 29345|If you and I were dead and old, 29345|What would you be to me? 29345|For we would be very sure you'd come 29345|And never know a day 29345|But if it fell if you were dead 29345|You would be waiting yet. 29345|And you would be coming down, you dear, 29345|Up to the window-pane, 29345|As often as you ever could, 29345|And talking to me now. 29345|And I should feel so lonely all my days 29345|If your body were not there, 29345|I could never have come so soon, 29345|Because your spirit would be there. 29345|And I should never be sure if you 29345|Were coming again just now, 29345|Being so lonely and glad and glad, 29345|Unless I could meet you. 29345|And when the wind goes far away 29345|I should be happy and strong, 29345|And talk to you, and kiss you, and kiss you, 29345|As seldom you used to do. 29345|I should have a home and friends, I guess, 29345|And not be lonely just every day 29345|The while the world went by. 29345|And I'm sure I can go through the long day 29345|And turn and wonder, "Why so?" 29345|I would have no more friends to show me 29345|Or give me any kind of pleasure 29345|Unless I met you sometimes. 29345|And I am sure if you were out of sight 29345|Some day I should come home too. 29345|I think it all comes back again to you-- 29345|The little boy who played with me, 29345|And then he was always looking for you; 29345|And never having seen you that way 29345|I got so much comfort from you. 29345|A little boy who never knew 29345|A home where he could be, 29345|Who dreamed a lot about men 29345|And told a lot of jokes 29345|I never knew till he was old 29345|And had a lot of money, 29345|And saw the light of day, 29345|And walked with little skirts that flew 29345|Down to the water's brim,-- 29345|I guess he never thought of you. 29345|And then you came along, 29345|And we were children too; 29345|And that you loved me first, and then 29345|You thought of nothing else 29345|But water and your little boat, 29345|And how we drifted on 29345|And on and on, from dawn to dark, 29345|And in the dark we talked so 29345|Until the shadow fell 29345|At last on a dear thought of you, 29345|And then you said to me 29345|That children should not play 29345|With sticks and rocks and water-- 29345|And that the prettiest things they did 29345|Were things you did, not I. 29345|I wonder if you were afraid 29345|When I was playing at ball, 29345|And then the way your hands were held 29345|And all your pretty dresses-- 29345|And then you used to say to me, 29345|As I played with them here,-- 29345|That I might find the sticks upon 29345|And you might find yourself 29345|On some white churchyard wall 29345|With ======================================== SAMPLE 41920 ======================================== 8187|(The first, tho' rather weak, attempt to show its worth; 8187|The second,--be that as it will--is better done by.) 8187|The First being all, and the Second all but one-- 8187|Of these, the other's a kind of soul. 8187|Oh Thou, who art in fact the soul of man! 8187|Oh One, that life and being do consist 8187|In that One Soul which we are born to feel, 8187|The same which in our souls in infancy lies 8187|And is, in infancy, evermore to grow in us;-- 8187|Oh Thou, who art in truth the soul of man! 8187|Oh I, too, who am all that is man, 8187|Am in the thrall of death and Thee! 8187|One is this world of mortal things, 8187|And one is this soul which I am. 8187|Then must it be with all who have been, 8187|Each life, each soul from me; 8187|So we have only one, one only soul, 8187|That can love us all the world. 8187|And the only one whom I am 8187|Is the soul which I am; 8187|For if Thou wilt, by death or life, 8187|Be my soul or my soul. 8187|And I say, as one who knows all things, 8187|I'd rather die than to be half wrong, 8187|I'd rather see earth miss her only son, 8187|Than have the world look on in horror. 8187|For though, to love all things, life, death, life, 8187|Must in their course outswerve our love at last, 8187|Yet there _may_ yet be found enough 8187|Of the good man's life to please, 8187|(Though, alas! 'tis very doubtful which,) 8187|To please while life lasts. 8187|And to this end--my soul--to this end, 8187|My soul, I feel myself in earnest longing, 8187|That life should never be very long to thee; 8187|And I have found, as I've told thee, 8187|In the man-lime of the world, where man lives, 8187|The best means to please that soul, 8187|Which is the soul that never dies, 8187|And who, tho' bound to that one soul, 8187|Lived, with it, a heaven on earth, 8187|Where Nature and Youth, the Heaven and Soul of Man, 8187|In friendship and in communion live and live for ever, 8187|And ever to serve each other. 8187|For the sake of Youth, thy good 8187|And kindly soul, the man-lime of thy flesh, I'll try 8187|To have no wrong to man or earth and each man's soul; 8187|That, if they're the right ones for him, 8187|Thou hast no right at all to hold his life and soul! 8187|The dead, poor dead! what is there to us 8187|That they should not be honored even as the living?-- 8187|Their fame and their honor are all due 8187|To one fame only--that of living. 8187|It is a fact, the soul alone 8187|Can ever deserve the living breath; 8187|And that alone we know, 8187|Because--because we ourselves have been-- 8187|All living--all we feel or can feel, 8187|And all we are, or could be, 8187|Has brought us to this, the end! 8187|The soul can live but to give, 8187|Nor _could_ it ever be withdrawn! 8187|It is the only name by which 8187|A man can know his living soul 8187|(The soul that _could not_ live without the soul), 8187|And all it _can_ do-- 8187|All, all, is _thou_, 8187|Who, with the spirit of life, 8187|Can keep the dead man's soul alive._ 8187|That man, whose name is Truth, I love, 8187|Who lives the manliest, loftiest style, 8187|Who is more than mirthful self-expression; 8187|So many are the true souls there are, ======================================== SAMPLE 41930 ======================================== 2130|To lead a life of toil and ease. 2130|But, ah, my dear fellow, I say 2130|Thy life was made for labour and care!-- 2130|What? and hast thou no need of thee? 2130|Thy mind must needs be filled with cares. 2130|How ill-suited is it then 2130|Thy true affection to employ! 2130|"To fill thy mind with care, my friend, is evil! 2130|To clothe thyself with luxury is ill-- 2130|Thou didst not leave thy fathers' nests, 2130|Thou didst not wear thy sons' disgrace; 2130|Thou didst not brave all manners of foes, 2130|By sacrificing thy own breath; 2130|And yet, alas, the fault is mine. 2130|"Thy counsels, wisdom, hopes, have been 2130|To give thy son but ruin and shame, 2130|To leave him to the lash of thine, 2130|And to resign to penury." 2130|"My friend, thou art not what thou keepest-- 2130|I do believe thou art all but killed. 2130|Thy thoughts are scattered, thy designs undone; 2130|Thou takest thy ill-gotten wealth for worse. 2130|Why, there was not enough gold in the world 2130|To build thee a city unto's own shame: 2130|In all this world, why should not man enough 2130|Be made, to deserve the curse which was mine?" 2130|--A sudden silence! at a sign from heaven 2130|The King rose from his cushioned cushions, and took 2130|That wench of his in haste, and in the King 2130|Sole mistress of the train, in tow, he called. 2130|"My Lady, this lady withstood her lord; 2130|I say that by her virtue and too much 2130|Herald given, she has done thee what she can. 2130|To have thee in her sight would put thee in 2130|The shade of God half way, or at most half-way: 2130|--But tell me, dame, and for what cause dost speak 2130|So harshly of me?--This woman's language 2130|Is not the language of my infancy." 2130|"My Lord," she said, "the people of this land 2130|Are proud and insolent. A goodly store 2130|Of coin is gone abroad, and well I know 2130|You long since spent, in war and rapine, 2130|Your other heritage. Thou art come here 2130|To fight an empty fight, and show but faint 2130|And shadowed wings: our enemies are few, 2130|And that weak arm, thou yet canst not stretch, 2130|Wounds them with empty trumpets, while thy tongue 2130|Lies smooth as wax defac't beneath thy cheek. 2130|I know full well what fortune bids me now: 2130|I would have sent you here, to give you cause 2130|To fear me too, and speak less kindly of me." 2130|"Dame, thy words are harsh, yet they have right: 2130|Behold the strength of this thy noble son! 2130|Thy hand may crush him, though the blows thou say'st 2130|Are not but just. I wish he had ne'er come 2130|This side the seas, nor thus upon the earth, 2130|As others heard. For this, to prove thy point, 2130|I will perform a thing incredible: 2130|I will show thee what a great and puissant lord 2130|Is, and can be, great and puissant to thee." 2130|Then with his right hand raised she went upon 2130|His breast, and with her lifted eyes, 2130|Which seem'd like heaven's, to guide her, took his place 2130|Between his brows, and bade her go her way. 2130|He bade her do it: then with a step as slow 2130|And slow as when a man a step retrac'd 2130|After his consort erst, to where he stood, 2130|Made her good horse bend his forehead to the ground;-- 2130|The Princess then drew near the royal seat, 2130 ======================================== SAMPLE 41940 ======================================== 615|Hence the wild fury, in his heart, had grown. 615|Hippalca was the first to strike a blow, 615|Who to her hand in turn the warrior sent. 615|And said, "Now help me, fair Dianne! to say 615|The first of all my chivalry, to whom 615|I do this fair, and worthy deed commend, 615|That to a lady's love you to a knight 615|Have won the hand and chastity of one." 615|When by his name they with the king were known, 615|Fully to the dame the dame the warrior spied. 615|The damsel to her lord to make reply 615|Was swift, yet in her hand her sceptre kept. 615|She said she saw Diana there, but not 615|What place was allotted that lady's friend; 615|But with the wish, she had not there to wait, 615|Of her to hear the tale, before the pair 615|Ascribed the writing on the casement-post. 615|Hippalca, when she to her lord was told 615|How that a certain lady was with him, 615|To find the maid a place to wait on none, 615|With her great love, together with her watch, 615|And with the aid of goodly arms and shield, 615|She with much labour sought, and to a shield 615|Returned the knight, who with a sword and spear 615|Had stripp'd the lion's lion-like portion sharp; 615|When he to arms a cavalier espied, 615|And he by stealth the dame was with concealed. 615|She straight began to pierce the warrior sore, 615|And on the foe with sword and spear distanced; 615|Lest he should smite his arm or leg, and die; 615|And while this or the that she aimed in vain, 615|The courser and the damsel both he slew. 615|Meanwhile Rogero, at another view, 615|The arms, that he before concealed, displayed. 615|Hippalca knew the maid was in the print, 615|And of his valour so forewarned was she: 615|She thought the warrior 'gan his course pursue 615|Before she knew him by a little breath; 615|And so that day, when on the morrow light 615|Her little lamp, the paladin withdrew 615|To his own lodge a warrior of his train, 615|Determined to return upon that night, 615|With what he had by Diana bought. 615|Rogero, he that same night and that day 615|Had by the maid the magic book possess'd; 615|But if he would return to France with speed, 615|The book no spellful means, to quell his fear, 615|Or save the fatal deed from more mischance, 615|He would not have; and was with doubt and pain 615|Baffled, till the third day after his bane. 615|For while the lady thought to find on ground 615|In which Rogero might return to her, 615|She fain would have the holy vesture clad 615|She wear, beneath her robe of white and green, 615|And in her hand, upon a sceptred bit, 615|Rogero, she descried; and him in sight, 615|She left unconscious in his nakedness. 615|But such as they were both to the affray, 615|The maiden only is a hero's bride. 615|With that she bound the vesture to her breast; 615|And thus, to see her loved one more, alone 615|The warrior to his bed her took, and gave 615|The bridle in the stable to afoot; 615|And, though upon her arms and armour tied, 615|Somewhat she waked, that thought made pain and pain. 615|Here sleeping lay the virgin; but when waked 615|By the sad sound of weeping, she had heard 615|The cry of one who, weeping sore, had spent 615|His every vein--at first with faint surprize; 615|To whom a maid, whose tears on other ground 615|Were due, with sudden tearful eye, and face 615|Sunk, and as lofty as her sire, did say: 615|"Ascend, my father! but be that one not dead, 615|I to behold the knight, who hath himself 615|The lady's heart, and ======================================== SAMPLE 41950 ======================================== 1008|Which with an instinct both wise and good 1008|I understood and had in hand, to him 1008|The Spirit of the living, as it were, 1008|Pointed. And that as clear and unmistak'd, 1008|The utterance which my speech should flow from it 1008|Be not mixt with the smell of incense sweet. 1008|Hereafter write of him, thou who art heaven's mouth 1008|And he the seal, 'In him are seen, and none 1008|Between him and his first love and her 1008|Differ.'" I at once did answer, and began 1008|"Conrad! For that thy words, from whence I drew 1008|That surcease, wherein thy letter took me so, 1008|Have drawn to me the sighs, that from thy heart 1008|Regard me not. But tell me, if thou knowest, 1008|In what manner, since the state, from which it was 1008|Thou escaping, Satan fell so low, and how 1008|He there remains so long as 't is lawful for him." 1008|"Brother!" said he after me, "among the stars, 1008|Above the others, shows the mark of thy wrist; 1008|Therefore of its force does not my question lie. 1008|Thy words, though seeming rude, yet counselled right; 1008|And I will tell thee, not to thrust the question 1008|Back from thy lips, but so that others may 1008|And I may learn from thee, who knows not they? 1008|Know ye, that underneath the pitch, wherewith 1008|We are crushed, is a further wall, built right 1008|Upon the mount, wherein the spirit of D. Matthew 1008|Is hung aloft. From the other side, 1008|If thou ride straight, thou art not so far removed 1008|That without cloud or shadow he returns: 1008|But let thy pace be slack, and it may chance, 1008|Some moment, that thou hast paced in vain." 1008|My master slacker in his pace, as doth 1008|A beast, who from the side whereon the stall 1008|Is mounted, stops and marks whether way 1008|Hath crooked been, or otherwise untried. 1008|I, when he Sage Brunetto had espied 1008|Lying near him, with a step so slow 1008|He heard not; I, then, slackening, held my ground. 1008|"And may God send thy master safe conduct 1008|To the arena, where such strife is held!" 1008|The Sage frowning smil'd, and ere I knew, 1008|After a pause, his look had chang'd to fear; 1008|And I, who was desirous still to speak, 1008|Implied my willing truth; but to speak 1008|My own desires did no consent alter. 1008|Let him, who would conceive what now I saw, 1008|Remember that on Calvano's day 1008|My master was, and who I was; and how 1008|I, being still desirous of hearing more, 1008|Toward me ran, even to the fundament 1008|BENEATH, as one who seems of sense, and speaks, 1008|That purpose keeps behind him, and not fears. 1008|"RELATE thou with me," thus spake my teacher, 1008|"What matter to me who doth know the truth? 1008|I am not worthy to see thy face, 1008|Not worthy; if my master had not known, 1008|No need had been of this secret place." 1008|"If he had known, no need had been," 1008|Return'd I; "and if aught have so beset 1008|His knowledge, it has been the more to him, 1008|That he concealed it. Therefore if he show 1008|His favour, or his love for me, not void 1008|Of merit, I my answer shall make. 1008|I know not if he know already of thee, 1008|Nor if his mind is orient to be joyful 1008|Or sad, that so closely now it coils 1008|Above thy author. But the mind, which finds 1008|Valour, love, virtue, ======================================== SAMPLE 41960 ======================================== 27405|As in his heart he wept to see the child, 27405|A mother's child, and loved him evermore. 27405|Then from that castle a troop of horses came, 27405|And a company of goodly eagles came 27405|To be their sentinels from that day forever, 27405|In fair and pleasant company they flew. 27405|His eyes were ever on the happy land, 27405|And every time he smiled it made his joy; 27405|The maid that bore his child was her delight, 27405|He blessed her for her sake, and she was glad; 27405|And his wife the joysome maid, and her were blest. 27405|With one of their guard all the lords were known, 27405|And they would say, “Ye gods of heaven they be, 27405|The happy lord the king with his bride to see, 27405|And his wife the happy maid with joy to share;” 27405|They gathered from distant lands together 27405|In the good old hall together to be blest; 27405|Each with other they were kindly met, 27405|They could not but feel the warmth of love. 27405|“It seems,” he said, “that the King was ill, 27405|And now his health has turned to his grave, 27405|And I now take the charge of the house, 27405|And all your care to your land to bear;” 27405|The host paused, and looked on with pitying eyes, 27405|And said, “Thou lovely woman, thou hast brought 27405|Fair flowers to deck my hall for the King; 27405|To you my love I bring the priceless store 27405|Of lovely flowers, and every gem behold; 27405|The richest dainties I can offer, 27405|And every fruit ye will with one accord 27405|To kiss, ’tis sweet to hear, ’tis sweet to see, 27405|And every song ye will with one accord 27405|Make music sweet with the singing-birds so free. 27405|It were a pleasure for the host to hear 27405|Your songs ’twixt your own sweet lyres to sing. 27405|“It were a pleasure,” the king he did say, 27405|“If your own singing, and your singing’s 27405|The sweetest music that the birds can ’scape 27405|Or ’scape, or the merry birds that ’mate ’em; 27405|For we all ’scape and sing when the king is dead, 27405|And a new song makes us sing sweeter for the good.” 27405|Then the maid of the host, as she ’spake, 27405|Did smile, did turn her head, and did smile 27405|Upon the king with a kind of grace, 27405|As she spake, while the king’s love-litten eyes 27405|Gazed back upon the maid with a curious gaze. 27405|“Why are ye so happy, my lord King Ethelred, 27405|For we heard, the other day, your praise, 27405|And when I ’spied your smile, thou wert the man 27405|I hoped thou wilt be for my good.” 27405|“The king is dead, his health is now no more, 27405|And by my love the lady lies dead; 27405|My heart is not mine, my life is not mine, 27405|Save to the maidens that were true to me. 27405|“I love the maid with my very heart, 27405|So I am proud to make me a vow; 27405|But first of all thou must begot as well, 27405|For ’tis not lawful as ’twere a thing of the folk. 27405|“Thus said the king, it was not for me 27405|To a maiden born with thee to bear. 27405|“Then thou’lt try thy fate in a forest place; 27405|It shall be known the maiden’s name, 27405|And he will take thee forth for the maiden’s sake. 27405|“The king is dead, his life is now no more, 27405|And all his wealth is turned to dross, 27405|But in that ======================================== SAMPLE 41970 ======================================== 1280|At a very glance! 1280|THE day was very cold on the mountains, and when the trees turned 1280|down the snow, the birds, with their wings that looked like blossoms 1280|that were lifted, went flying. 1280|The moon rose from the mountain. 1280|SIR WILLIAM BENTON, on hearing his name in the list of the 1280|dead, 1280|Grieved and felt pity. 1280|The trees bowed their heads and bowed their leafy heads. You 1280|saw it, and felt it with the heat. 1280|O THE heat! It brought the heat! 1280|A FEW moments and the moon rose from the mountains 1280|with its splendor in her hand, and then went back to the hills. 1280|I am afraid the sun will be in August. 1280|I HAVE had many adventures since we got together. 1280|But lately this is what my fancy led me to select 1280|the spot where we first met. 1280|I have had a big goose and he brought it 1280|With the other, but it came too late. 1280|I like to play games here on the open hill 1280|When I can see the clouds roll up and make the sky, 1280|When I can see the moon slowly go by from a far-off star 1280|And feel the wind on my hair. 1280|It is nice to think that life is like a great game of a game, 1280|In a wild wood. 1280|O the wind! 1280|I like to feel the wind on my hair! 1280|I HAVE had adventures since we got together; 1280|But I always tell my secret when I go to tell it 1280|To no one but my friends, and that I cannot tell it to God. 1280|I have had a fight with a man with an axe, 1280|And the two of us in a wood. 1280|He fell from the tree where he stood and hit the ground hard, 1280|And my foot was stuck in a gummy bag that held his hat. 1280|It was hard to be a boy that way. 1280|But I think, when I die, that my secret will be known 1280|When the tombstone lists for him and the graves prove true! 1280|But my secret is my secret. 1280|I HAVE been much a traveller, and have lived 1280|In various countries and had strange pleasures. 1280|But I like to find in the fields the old spring water, 1280|And my secret is out in the open sun. 1280|THE sky hung above the farm and the hills were all lit and lit again 1280|as if under the feet of the sun. 1280|No one will know that I am here, for the earth hangs down, 1280|as if under my feet. 1280|I like to leave the old houses and have my own place, 1280|and to go and see the hills when I have found one that I like. 1280|In the field by the river I love to sit and go by each one of them, 1280|And I think, when I am dead, that they will want me here in the old 1280|houses, as I was then. 1280|THE sun hung like a bell about the farms, and the fields were all lit 1280|and lit again as if under my feet. 1280|I went to the town with my friend. 1280|I went by chance to the house that we would leave in. 1280|I stood there without saying a word, but looking out. 1280|And I saw how the sunlight came over the trees. 1280|I knew what was going to happen. 1280|The sun had risen. 1280|You might have been expecting the sun to come out and say, "Good-night," 1280|Had I left you the house--the sun was going to come out to-day. 1280|I know what your face will be when you come back. 1280|We are together here--and no one knows. 1280|My little friend, he laughed when I told him I knew that 1280|everything about it. 1280|He said, "I have a new idea, I will go away for a year, 1280|and that will bring me home under a new moon." What of that? 1280| ======================================== SAMPLE 41980 ======================================== 22229|I feel the weight of years, the tide's strong roar, 22229|The waves that laugh when the great winds blow! 22229|There is the sea, the sea, the sea! 22229|My land is but the sea's sea 22229|And my heart is but the sea-wave! 22229|With a sweet and a holy fear 22229|Upon each bosom I feel 22229|The life-throb of the sea-- 22229|The heart's wild joy! 22229|I feel the wave, the wave, the wave, 22229|And the roar of the deep beneath; 22229|There is never a song on my lips 22229|That I can't in part utter forth 22229|In that calm and holy fear 22229|Of the deep-sea life! 22229|I fear no waves, I fear no sand, 22229|No more to fear the wind or sea; 22229|But in terror of their strength 22229|And the strength of this life, 22229|I tremble while I utter forth 22229|The prayer that doth me utter forth: 22229|Alas! for me who ever dream 22229|That the mighty sea and the deep, 22229|The land-waves, are my home! 22229|They have kissed me many a time 22229|Through all the long autumn day, 22229|And I have drunk their kisses 22229|Of the autumn-time. 22229|And I have drunk their kisses 22229|With an ear close-watch'd, close by, 22229|And he was a young hunter, 22229|And she was a merry-hearted one, 22229|And they twain were walking there 22229|In a wood beyond the corn, 22229|And they laughed a wild jest, 22229|And they laughed a wild joke. 22229|And one of them turn'd to leave, 22229|And one of them turn'd away, 22229|And both laughed to see me,-- 22229|They laughed as high as the corn, 22229|And--she laughed as low 22229|As the corn's high head, 22229|--But her wit and her wiles, 22229|And her wit and her wiles, 22229|And laugh as high as the corn. 22229|And so they twain laughed to each 22229|What the other in her heart 22229|Sail'd unto that laughing-place, 22229|Where, in the corn-fields of Clare, 22229|As you may think, no joy is found, 22229|In the corn's deep, deep heart! 22229|My wife to us was as sweet a creature, 22229|And when she to the window turned the blind 22229|And look'd across the fields so fair, 22229|She seem'd to me like the sweetest creature, 22229|And she would sometimes say,-- 22229|The dear eyes looking on the flowers 22229|As they come from my flower-bed, 22229|As the sweet voice sounds from my cheek 22229|As of a bird in the sun-- 22229|The dear voice sounds from cheek to cheek, 22229|When it sings from the lovely spot-- 22229|As softly sings as is song from bird, 22229|When in love's bosom it is nestled, 22229|Or as birds of the bush its singing 22229|On the green grass and the golden grain. 22229|But I--I would love her more in sorrow 22229|And love her in joy and glee, 22229|For I loved her, when the joys were all-- 22229|'Twas when the sun and moon and stars 22229|And the glad sun-shine were round her, 22229|When love's fires were lit and lit with joy, 22229|And her heart was breaking so, 22229|Beneath the bough of a bush so fair! 22229|Ah! I could love her if I only might, 22229|But time would end my dreaming now, 22229|So to the bank I turn'd me round, 22229|And there it stands the bitterest ony, 22229|For there my thoughts are soiling ever, 22229|And the tears run down the cheek so thin, 22229|O, I have weep'd for many a wee toothy gill, 22 ======================================== SAMPLE 41990 ======================================== 1211|With all the breath of meres, and all 1211|The golden tiniest. 1211|My mind is of the orient, from hence 1211|Maketh its abode 1211|In such a palace (as I believe, 1211|In sooth much the same as this), 1211|With golden taper in it, 1211|And silver poniard in bed, 1211|And silver-chitoning bedclothes, 1211|And silver bedheads:- 1211|Such bed-fellow is this, so 'tis said, 1211|Whom ever did a maid detest: 1211|And whoso sheweth such, 1211|This day her name shall die with her. 1211|For what can be to a jealous man, 1211|But he may swear and linger still? 1211|But he may go his happy way, 1211|That is a jealous man! 1211|Then make me no inquietude, 1211|But only praise of this one, 1211|In this one place; 1211|To whom alone the glory and the state 1211|And glory and the stately grace are shown 1211|Of lovely Venus. Here 'tis place 1211|For pity and for love of her, 1211|This is her place, and she is graced 1211|With such a grace. 1211|In this one room I see her seated 1211|In beauty, in her room 1211|Of stateliest fashion, in her chamber of state, 1211|Which is the seat of state, 1211|And seat of sov'reign in this royal house, 1211|The sacred pew is prepared 1211|Of stately marble, rich the woods 1211|Upon the farther end, 1211|Where the holy hands of Venus shall touch, 1211|For love and beauty, on the wavings of the air 1211|Through the soft leaves, which seem 1211|To breathe and move there, as the leaves breathe and draw 1211|Their motion after Love. 1211|Then here's to her, whom Love adored 1211|And worshipped as a god; 1211|To her, for whom all hearts would be so 1211|If they but knew her face. 1211|My eyes are on the happy sea, 1211|To which I sometimes cry, 1211|And what is the ocean that doth, 1211|When I am weary and old? 1211|But I am very sure, 1211|It is the sea that loves, and doth, 1211|And longs evermore, 1211|All happy in its quietness, 1211|For something may there dwell; 1211|I see upon its sands, a band, 1211|Some happy child of dreams: 1211|And then the waters cease, from all 1211|The sea-tangled ways, 1211|And they glide away. 1211|See how it smiles upon the land, 1211|It does not seem to be 1211|Alone, by any strait way's; 1211|But, round a garden fair, 1211|It sits, the sun doth show, 1211|While all the land lies 'neath the grey 1211|And gentle azure beam: 1211|But see, it's nought of garden here, 1211|But seseth church and tower, 1211|Seseth temples, and seseth land, 1211|In their abode secure. 1211|Thou love-lorn lover, come and rest 1211|Upon my slumb'ring form, 1211|That's laid upon the holy hill 1211|In quiet, sweet repose! 1211|The dew shall slumber all around, 1211|And thou shalt wake again: 1211|This life, to me so pass't and light, 1211|Was ne'er more dark or drear; 1211|Now with a new delight I smile; 1211|The clouds are rent with joy. 1211|The sun is risen, and the birds 1211|Go singing up the sky; 1211|The little fountains gush, and the rose 1211|Upon her bower lies low: 1211|I see the grassy mounds arise 1211|Of oriole's lonely nest; ======================================== SAMPLE 42000 ======================================== 1030|The Queen, at a distance; the knaue, the knaue, 1030|The knaue, the knaue, the king's jibe, 1030|The king's jibe at the knaue. 1030|The Queen with her arms high in the air, 1030|She's been walking up and down. 1030|The King with his arms in a trice 1030|He's put betwixt our ears. 1030|The man which was sent to the Queen 1030|Foams with angry heat; 1030|He's sent up to the scaffold room 1030|A letter to her. 1030|The knaue's got one word to say, 1030|Who's his name? 1030|'Tis not so much the letter 1030|As his evil name. 1030|And he's got another to say, 1030|For you must know he is old; 1030|He's put betwixt his teeth a thimble 1030|Which once he wore. 1030|In vain for us to flee, 1030|For we know what he must do 1030|If we take heed. 1030|In vain for us to fly, 1030|For we know what he has done 1030|For his evil name. 1030|But he's made the man who's his lawyer 1030|The King's fierest knave, 1030|That made the man who was sent 1030|A fiend at the Devil. 1030|For he's put betwixt his teeth 1030|A thimble of gold; 1030|What is it more than that is gone 1030|Into the man's throat? 1030|For he's put betwixt his teeth 1030|A thimble of feathers. 1030|For in vain for us all to flee, 1030|For we know what he must do 1030|If we take heed. 1030|For he's put betwixt his teeth 1030|A thimble of pearls; 1030|What's to follow he's made the King 1030|Of his own heart. 1030|For all he's done that is not base 1030|His crimes show; 1030|And for one letter that he's read 1030|His name is tarnished. 1030|He's put betwixt his teeth 1030|A thimble of stones; 1030|As I wish'd me he'd never see, 1030|To the King of Spain. 1030|To be proud, then, on this letter 1030|To put his wrong with right; 1030|And for the King to be proud, 1030|Let him be proud. 1030|For he's put betwixt his teeth 1030|A thimble of bread; 1030|And by his own good name to judge, 1030|He's put betwixt his teeth. 1030|And I have put in the King of Spain 1030|A writ of amnesty, 1030|And that the thing cannot be undone 1030|By him, the King, for I swear. 1030|For I swear by the King, and the Queen, 1030|That he shall ne'er suffer it 1030|By aught but himself to sue. 1030|For he's put betwixt his teeth 1030|A thimble of gold; 1030|And I say what he should by right, 1030|I vow, by right, by right. 1030|So then I swore by the King and Queen, 1030|At the time of my life, 1030|To make my soul all achivere, 1030|And I said he should be King. 1030|'Twas a king and prince for ever, 1030|His enemies to be! 1030|And he's done so far for ever, 1030|As God wot, by right. 1030|'Mong beggars, of all things so great 1030|Was the King in that battle; 1030|No man the more should want the sword, 1030|Nor the stately horseman. 1030|For if the King his own son had not 1030|A king, there'd be no king. 1030|So that for years he had no son, 1030|That will never be, 1030| ======================================== SAMPLE 42010 ======================================== 30672|Like an old maid's love to tell, 30672|Warm, warm as the sea-wave's wave; 30672|So, while each tender limb he broke, 30672|And the heart's music swelled within, 30672|He had felt the soul of love 30672|Tinkling in the air; 30672|All his being, in its calmest tune, 30672|Was wafted by the song. 30672|"Now, dear, I've had enough--my heart 30672|Has longed for rest from pain; 30672|I must lie down and dream of thee; 30672|Thou must not wander far. 30672|"I've wandered weary from the throng 30672|To some wild place apart; 30672|But now I see my life-blood beat 30672|Towards thy dear face in vain. 30672|"I must rest where no dark shades lie, 30672|Nor have I power at all 30672|To wake from slumber in the shade 30672|The phantom that I fear." 30672|Thus he thought to himself from sleep, 30672|And sought for peace again, 30672|And from his slumbering spirit stole 30672|The joyous dream of love. 30672|He dreamed of a new life in the land 30672|That on the western stream 30672|He loved to see, like the moonlight there, 30672|In passing over, and with wings, 30672|Through the white trees and flowers, 30672|Like a phantom bird or a misty cloud 30672|Fretting away the day. 30672|And he dreamed of a young maiden bright, 30672|With her fair hand, and cheek to blue 30672|The western sunbeams kissed, 30672|And she smiled on the boy that lay 30672|On the floor there so calm and still. 30672|And in the dream still he lay still, 30672|Nor moved his lips from the kiss he gave, 30672|And the voice that he'd heard now only breathed 30672|In its ecstasy of joy. 30672|So with sweet, strange thoughts his soul was stirred 30672|And his breast rose again to seek 30672|The love he'd won, and with glad heart 30672|He wandered through the fields of thought 30672|Till he saw her on the western wave, 30672|Whispering faint music to a sigh. 30672|Oh, what shall I sing for thee? 30672|I have no song to give-- 30672|No hymn of praise for thee 30672|Except a silent prayer. 30672|I will not call to thee 30672|A song to fill my ear. 30672|Come back! I am content. 30672|When I shall hear thy laugh 30672|I shall forget the noise 30672|Of life and pleasure past, 30672|And all that sorrow brings, 30672|And all our tears. 30672|The world is bright with many a ray of light, 30672|But light that burns with a more celestial glow 30672|Than the ray that flings its glory and fire 30672|Across the cloudless heaven. The heart, that yearns 30672|To clasp an angelic form, is more blind 30672|Than the tired soul that mourns upon earth's dark night. 30672|Oh, wherefore should I seek for a song to sing? 30672|I have too much of earthly music to choose, 30672|While I have only softness and thoughts that rest 30672|On the sweet melodies of angels who dwell 30672|Within my spirit, and whisper the names of God. 30672|O, in the heart that is silent a lily is born, 30672|While the heart from out the soul is blending in morn; 30672|A lily in silence till morning is born, 30672|Yet rose-leaves will twine around it and sway its mood. 30672|I would be a lily in silence with thoughts of God. 30672|I would be a lily in harmony with love, 30672|A rose-leaf and rose-petals in harmony, 30672|While all around me are music and melody, 30672|And all my spirit is singing God's praise to Thee. 30672|Oh would I were a lily in silence with God! 30672|Love hath a ======================================== SAMPLE 42020 ======================================== 24605|The "hollow" in his heart of hearts--it is right; 24605|The "crest" upon his head is not right, I own. 24605|There is a great deal of "crest," that is clear; 24605|He has "doubled the chace" on his life's "crown"; 24605|He hath "won the race" in all things human kind; 24605|The heart within him is lightened of its weight; 24605|But I doubt whether he'll have the "great" again. 24605|He is as good as dead, I've no doubt, 24605|And "dead" is good enough for me; 24605|No one knows what he was, or will be, 24605|But I'll be just as rich as he was. 24605|The world is all his, and the world shall be mine, 24605|I doubt not, John, at the first whim. 24605|We can get "worse" than "he was" or "she was," 24605|We can get more "worse"--I do not know how. 24605|The world is ours by a right broad grant, 24605|And the good man knows it as well as I; 24605|We have a "right to ask" and a right to refuse, 24605|He has no right to be "worse" to us. 24605|He has "sought to the height," he has "strained to the limit," 24605|"To the end," indeed the "end" of it is true, 24605|But I know not the end to the end of strife, 24605|He has "moved from the start," he has "changed his mind," 24605|And our "restraint to the end" has not room for the "start." 24605|We can make him "better up," we can "give him the best," 24605|When he is "at his best," who has we or will be, 24605|We can give him the gift of peace at last, 24605|For he was "better up" than we at first. 24605|I'd say we can do "better," but we won't, John; 24605|He's as good as dead, and we must let him die. 24605|So, 'twill be good to go, my John, to his rest, 24605|For we won't have him "better up." 24605|Oh, let us not weep over his death but lift 24605|Our mournful hearts with a joyful shout; 24605|We cannot say it is a sadder death, 24605|But a sadder life's life to lead. 24605|For he was one who knew what was best, 24605|A man of lasting worth and fame, 24605|With a soul by whom the world was moved; 24605|And a man of action, too alert 24605|To be passive, bold, or tame, 24605|He was one who held to the truth, 24605|And never gave way to its tide; 24605|That ever wore his heart with pride, 24605|And never looked the other way; 24605|A man of many talents, many gifts, 24605|With the gift of learning at his side, 24605|But chiefly a thirst for wisdom still, 24605|And his soul afire for service still, 24605|And the lust for truth and duty high, 24605|And loyalty to humanity. 24605|So when fate called him to enter age, 24605|'Twas not in the "long, long term," it "at last," 24605|But as his life grew nearer its goal, 24605|He felt in the work of "the Lord's at last." 24605|He knew not that he knew, nor dreamed he, 24605|But on while a man he could go, 24605|And work his way through the varied task, 24605|As best to further his God and himself; 24605|And work his way through the myriad tasks 24605|Of daily life, which the world puts off, 24605|And which at last he would serve well or ill. 24605|He did not stand at "most" in his life, 24605|But stood for the highest and best. 24605|And he lived by "work" as the masters do, 24605|Though they seldom could hear his song; 24605| ======================================== SAMPLE 42030 ======================================== 1166|In the great old house of the King; 1166|(The old house of the king with the big, wide doors, 1166|The old house with the iron doors, 1166|So long out of fashion) 1166|How long will it be before I can get to the door and meet the 1166|people coming through the large iron gates? 1166|They have left us, they have left us, a weary many, but come again, 1166|(We shall never more meet, I fear, though we have wandered far away) 1166|They will never come again as they never came of old. 1166|(You need the older smoke, my friend, 1166|To see the smoke on my face 1166|And the old smoke to carry back to the old house of the king.) 1166|He is dead, the great King Gude! 1166|And it is a long while since I had a good laugh with him. 1166|The old smoke is out of the old house of the king (and it must be done) 1166|I am tired, my friend, 1166|I am tired, so tired I grow faint; 1166|To the old smoke I bend my way, 1166|My new friend must never be found. 1166|(How long do you know?) 1166|To the old smoke (of the old king) creep slowly on, my friend; 1166|With old songs my heart grows young again, 1166|The old smoke (of the old king) clings to my feet 1166|And the old songs are singing still 1166|The tale of the King Gude. 1166|Now they have done with the King, 1166|With the old King Gude who ruled with an iron rod. 1166|He was a tyrant, 1166|They have done with his tyranny. 1166|Now in the old King's old red house 1166|They are sitting in the open air. 1166|I can hear the songs of the old king 1166|For I hear them always still 1166|And I hear them singing still 1166|The tale of the King Gude. 1166|You would know me by the flowers I strew 1166|In and about the old red house 1166|As I wander about the open air. 1166|The old songs of him are still 1166|For I listen till the music dies 1166|And the songs come back to me still 1166|In my heart of many a year. 1166|The old songs of him are still, 1166|For I hear them every day 1166|And I hear them singing still 1166|The tale of the King Gude. 1166|Now I know by the air the bowers, 1166|And the bowers of the old king, 1166|When the old men sit together, 1166|And the maidens all are calling 1166|All the words of the old songs. 1166|To the old king, who is dead; 1166|To the old king, I say, 1166|That I know him by a flower 1166|That I gather in the wind, 1166|And a flower I know him by. 1166|(I know him by a flower) 1166|And by a song of the old king. 1166|(A song of the old king I know) 1166|Of the old king, I know him by 1166|A flower that I gather in the wind, 1166|And a flower of the old songs. 1166|For I know him by a song 1166|And a flower that I gather in the wind, 1166|The old songs of him will never die: 1166|The old king is gone to the old house of the King of the Sun and 1166|The old King of the Sun, 1166|He is gone to the old house of the King of the Sun: 1166|The old King is dead and the new King of the Sun, 1166|He is dead and the new King of the Sun, 1166|He is dead and the new King of the Sun, 1166|The new King of the Sun is born on the hill: 1166|The new King of the Sun is born on the hill: 1166|By the new King of the Sun, 1166|By the new King of the Sun 1166|The King of the Sun grows old and dies: ======================================== SAMPLE 42040 ======================================== 42058|To the last. 42058|And he left me in our quiet home, 42058|For years and years with sorrow spent; 42058|And then his fate we knew was nigh, 42058|And my eyes wept, I can not tell how, 42058|And there we sat the years of joy and rain, 42058|While his body died away to save, 42058|And so he passed in the years yet to be. 42058|We watched his fading bones 42058|As the sun went down, 42058|And his friends, the children, 42058|All in mirth, 42058|Filled the lonely room; 42058|But the grave that held him 42058|Gave no greeting, 42058|No welcome to my friend at all. 42058|I walked at twilight, weary and alone, 42058|I found my way to the school in the day; 42058|I could not forget how the faces looked, 42058|The eyes they could not see, and the ways they knew. 42058|On my way I looked out at the windows, 42058|At the faces and at the eyes I could not see; 42058|And, oh, how short lived the summer with them, 42058|How short with them-- 42058|The children and the maids, 42058|The school-girls and the boys! 42058|I would not look behind me at all; 42058|I looked at them, and they were all the same; 42058|I was one with their laughter, one with their tears, 42058|And I lay down by their side, as one with them dies. 42058|But what I must never know of them is why 42058|I lie there in the shadow at midnight so! 42058|The faces I could not see, the eyes I could not see, 42058|The ways they could not know-- 42058|The faces, the eyes, 42058|No matter where, 42058|I watched at midnight-- 42058|Ah, how short lived the summer with them! 42058|I went back to our house, and I left our door wide-open, 42058|I left the children in the dark alone, 42058|I put a stone upon their grave, and there I went. 42058|That morning, when we went up the stairs together, 42058|A little boy was leaning against the door; 42058|I went up first, to hold him while I fetched a gun, 42058|For a long while he did not stir, and then, all agog, 42058|He lifted and stared out at us from our hiding-place. 42058|And then he carried a gun without one knock, 42058|And shot at us from behind the door, and none was hurt, 42058|And I said, "My! how it is!" and put him to bed. 42058|I will never forget, as I sit here alone, 42058|That, at ten years old, just then I laid a stone upon his grave-- 42058|A grave to follow wherever he went, 42058|A grave to make his name upon. 42058|The names should stand forever outside 42058|Of time and space, 42058|And over that, 42058|The world grow large. 42058|I never knew so much sorrow before, 42058|I never knew so much joy before, 42058|You say, this is very bitter fruit 42058|Of all my grief? 42058|But it is red and blue to say the least, 42058|And if I have been glad, yet all the more is the reason 42058|That I am sad. 42058|The summer sun shines, and the birds come back again, 42058|But that is not what is most like the summer sun; 42058|I hear the water singing for the birds again, 42058|I see the hill and field where the grass is green again; 42058|How the flowers look to-day, 42058|How the sun shines on them, 42058|While I sit weeping and dreaming of what they were. 42058|If I knew what I knew not-- 42058|A little child in a little bed, 42058|Worn warm and clean, 42058|And shut from all cold, till I slept so deep 42058|I could not keep awake, and I was too weak 42058|To care; ======================================== SAMPLE 42050 ======================================== 17393|"A man may be a great poet, or may be a great slave; 17393|'Twas only self-interest made him great or damn his crime: 17393|He must be great because you find him the man to be. 17393|'Perhaps I shall be true to thee, O my Lord and Master!' she said: 17393|'Well, for a man to be a great statesman are nothing less: 17393|A fool's a fool, but a man's man is a great statesman too.' 17393|"And here there would have been a stir and uproar, 17393|A mighty noise of minds that would have been glad to be 17393|The great rejoicings of the world, with all their joy, 17393|And what's more, the world would have been less angry with the king, 17393|And made his pride of the throne, not less, less in the mind. 17393|And what's more, the world would have been less angry at the fool-- 17393|And now we can't have more of him, for reasons I'll tell-- 17393|Now, to be sure, he needs must rule if he is to be one of us. 17393|"'Well, there's that man,' said I to him, 'who may be king 17393|For that poor child's sake, that was his own, his only child! 17393|He must be great because you find him the man to be. 17393|'He may fall down and break his neck, and all the rest may fall 17393|Because that's the man to be who rules, because he's so wise! 17393|He may rise up and fight from out the fire, and plunge his sword 17393|In the hot steel and flame--the sword of fire--and be no man! 17393|We like him and obey him, not because we fear or hate; 17393|I think he's wise because I like him, and that makes the man! 17393|'Well, if he fall, and if my child grow up with him, 17393|The woman-folk shall love and honour him, shall praise and bless, 17393|Hold him as they would none else; and his dead wife's children shall 17393|For all his folly, and I envy and loathe him my days! 17393|'But if he live, a child of mine--this poor little life,-- 17393|I know I shall not die in shame, with him and all his fools, 17393|Till I am known as one that ruled in wise and mighty ways; 17393|And they, the common people, shall lift up a voice to say: 17393|'He made her, as she is, a woman, for her Lord and Friend! 17393|Nay, and the children of queens and kings shall worship at his shrine, 17393|And he shall be loved and worshipped by a nation to the last! 17393|'"I'll be loved and worshipped by a nation to the last!"--He came: 17393|And that's how things will be, anyway." 17393|"Yes, and there'll be no other, for all the world's a way-- 17393|And the world and the world's at war and God is just and right, 17393|If but this thing stand, the world is just to the end of time, 17393|If this be the man to rule! And there's the world for a prize!" 17393|"Yes, if no other thing," he said. 17393|So through the street he turned, and in the old familiar place 17393|Shone the great fire of the old man of the house. 17393|And there, beside the window and among his kindred, 17393|At the old man's side they watched his dying face. 17393|And the old man of the house was gone, an hour or two, 17393|And the old man of the house was gone, and never more. 17393|In the old man's house was the old man of the town--that was all. 17393|But we must say that this is not the best book of the best 17393|Which I could choose to read this day: and I'm in despair, too, 17393|Not even, I pray you, for myself, with the hope that you love 17393|The man who is gone through the house--but for the memory 17393|That there are still men left alive--who may read this book and 17393|never tire ======================================== SAMPLE 42060 ======================================== 1564|The little old Man 1564|There's something more on my heart than you shall know, 1564|I'd almost as much say, 1564|If you would leave me! 1564|There are moments when the heart is sad: 1564|There are moments when the heart is sad: 1564|The smiley face that used to be so kind 1564|The eyes that used to smile so soon 1564|Are turning a cruel, sad eye: 1564|The smiley face is turning away -- 1564|I know it, and they're turning a sad one. 1564|And I must not look when we are silent, 1564|And I must not look when we are silent. 1564|All my life is silent except for a song I know, 1564|And I feel the touch of a dear hand in my own, 1564|And I know I am beautiful, and strong, and good, 1564|And love it bitterly as it leaves my mind. 1564|So my friends are silent: is it wrong of me? 1564|The smile is not on my lips, and the heart is sore -- 1564|How shall I smile while they know that they are worse than dead? 1564|I am not sorry ... but why should I be? 1564|I am not sorry ... but why should I be? 1564|And we all live in regret, you and I: 1564|Is there not plenty on earth, you and I? 1564|There are clouds that we can see, but we don't heed 'em, 1564|And there's a land above us, but there's a shore below, 1564|And we don't talk of it when we are parting, 1564|But why should we? And it's not the colour of the crow, 1564|And it's not the voice of the sea, and it's not the moon, 1564|And it's not the wind, and it's not the sky, - 1564|There is nothing in the world more beautiful than I, 1564|But we don't talk about it when we are parting, 1564|But why should we? 1564|When I look at the stars, and they glare in my eyes, 1564|And I gaze in the stars and I gaze with them, 1564|There comes to me a memory of the first words 1564|I sung at the opening of each school year; 1564|And it's not a vain one, and it is not sweet, 1564|For it's the tears at the end of each school year. 1564|Oh, we are all the poorer for it, you and I; 1564|There is something so strange in the things we said, 1564|That there's something that is all we knew and cherished 1564|But we don't seem to know that with pleasure lingers, 1564|And something that is all we longed for yet we long. 1564|I know not how: if I had asked you, friendly, 1564|Why this gladness and why this pain, 1564|Why your eyes were happy and yours were sad, 1564|And yours was all the joy there was in the world! 1564|No, you, it seems to me that in all the world 1564|Your eyes are glad because, when I come and go, 1564|Your eyes are happy because I am not; 1564|I am here and you are far away. 1564|I know not how: if I had asked you, friendly, 1564|Why this gladness and why this pain, 1564|Why your voice was glad and your eyes and lips, 1564|And yours was glad with all joy's a-twain; 1564|No, you, I think it was because it was you! 1564|When you were gone I was happiest for crying, 1564|My life is dull and desolate without you! 1564|And when I think of your happy days, 1564|My tears begin to come, I cannot stay; 1564|And when I think of your happy years, 1564|I swear they come back to me. 1564|When you were sad and I was glad-hearted, 1564|My heart was all the brighter for sadness; 1564|And when I see the dark old corners 1564|That you so fondly dug, I long for tears. 1564|And when I see the dim old places ======================================== SAMPLE 42070 ======================================== 1746|I will not sing the songs and deeds of old, 1746|Nor seek to rhyme with any immortal rhyme. 1746|For I have known and loved and died too well 1746|And I would be forgotten! Nay then, 1746|The words have been too strong to utter. 1746|And I have not forgotten, and I am not weary of song, 1746|And I would be the master of a mighty line and a great word! 1746|And I would be no lesser than the greatest of the great, 1746|For the heart of a mighty lord in a time of distress! 1746|And one little drop of sorrow was all these words were, 1746|So I went forth to the country, and I went on a journey, 1746|And I was not forgotten, nor the very heart of sorrow 1746|Was not forgotten, nor the very tears of regret. 1746|And I was not forgotten, nor the grief of sorrow, 1746|Nor the faintest tear that the blue eyes ever will shed, 1746|But I was the pride of the country and the sorrows of joy, 1746|And I went forth to the country--as one goeth his way. 1746|For one can see, like the moon at the brink of the sea, 1746|And his soul is all but at rest till a soul forget. 1746|I went on a journey with a youth; 1746|My soul was in his presence, 1746|He seemed so near, and my life's strength was the height. 1746|My soul was in his presence, 1746|We talked together, 1746|He seemed so near and close, 1746|And the moon hung in the silence; 1746|While the moon stood low and low. 1746|But the night was on my journey. 1746|Our journey was by hill and hollow, 1746|And the night was on my journey, 1746|And he did not come when I came. 1746|I went on a journey with a youth. 1746|My path was not fair to see; 1746|And the night was on my journey, 1746|And the Moon came low and low. 1746|And I went on a journey with a youth, 1746|He went to the land where the sheep dwell, 1746|Nor the very first night did he stay, 1746|Till the Moon had left my pathway. 1746|I went on a journey with a youth, 1746|And I never found his resting-place, 1746|"For the Sun is low, and the day is done." 1746|And the Moon was low and dark, 1746|And no soul came there in the dark. 1746|But I saw, all round my pathway, 1746|A youth who followed in darkness, 1746|And the light was on my pathway, 1746|And the Moon was low in the dark. 1746|They made a bride of gold, 1746|And a chace of shining marble; 1746|I heard them in my heart the sighing of it, 1746|For the Sun is low, and the day is done. 1746|"Where to fly, and where to hide?" 1746|They asked a youth of blue, 1746|And he answered it not a boy of blue, 1746|And the Sun is low, and the day is done. 1746|They put the sunburnt youth in prison, 1746|And he did but laugh and go, 1746|Though he said, "O prisoner, pardon, pardon." 1746|I shall be a god in my brother's house 1746|And a mighty king in my home, 1746|And I shall have the hearts of the sons of men, 1746|When the days of our youth are done. 1746|For the Sun will hide, and the Moon will seek 1746|Him whom she loves in the mire; 1746|But she that is older than I 1746|She shall find a man whom she loves. 1746|I shall go up in a fiery chariot, 1746|And the fire from my wings shall burn, 1746|And the sons of men, when they see me, lean 1746|On me for wisdom and light. 1746|For the Sun will hide, and the Moon will seek 1746|Him whom she loves in the mire. 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 42080 ======================================== 615|Who the three kingdoms of the Latins held. 615|One with this prince and Charlemagne is there, 615|Who with them, under the banner and king 615|Of Persia, is king of all that land: -- 615|'Tis in the first and second division, 615|Of them a third is in the fourth; for so 615|They each would rule, or war had, or were, 615|By the royal right, and his were the word: 615|For by the royal right he holds the reign, 615|And, by his order, rules, and so he dies. 615|"And first above, of them, a valiant knight 615|Is seen, as on the earth, who would defend 615|His realm and people, and be sovereign 615|Of all the realm and half of all that land, 615|Which from his princely birth the king of France 615|Took by right of conquest from the town. 615|That other king and many more were there, 615|And of all France this kingdom is the lord. 615|"The other is in stature like his peer, 615|Greatly in warlike part endowed, and tall, 615|Whose neck is bared, fair, and noble-souled, 615|And both his feet of polish and of leather 615|To his corslet are attached, and quilted gown, 615|And sandals, with a sword and mace in hand. 615|The third, in age, like to a maid is he, 615|And fair of face, and well withal in valour, 615|And of great fame in battle and in fight. 615|"As his illustrious sire he wills to wed, 615|Where of the French there reign not ten to one; 615|So in his sovereign sovereign's court he lies, 615|But he will wed to none but one of two 615|Virtues and merits, with the crown secured. 615|'Twere long,' (the duke said) 'to see that one 615|With one good husband's chosen, not one good 615|To wed for other, would be happy lot. 615|"One good, like other, in fair semblance gay 615|Is that good in whom my lord commanded, 615|So that with that he in a far more joyous kind 615|Shall hold his throne and rule his sovereign. 615|Of him to hold in trust is Charles named, 615|The king, 'twixt him and others well beloved; 615|And him his daughter, his first-born taken, 615|Wills, by word of mouth, that he the prince shall wed; 615|"And in that marriage shall be lord and heir, 615|And be for Charles and his the sovereign's heir; 615|And they shall never want an equal lord. 615|Nor yet shall Charles fail in his great will, 615|To hold it, by his sovereign's wishes made. 615|For in the martial valour, wit, and might 615|His son and heir shall be, who shall deserve their sake. 615|"For him will Charles with honour great possess, 615|Who next in age to him shall vassal go. 615|Who of his right shall suppliant be to thee, 615|As lord and king to Charles, and so to all. 615|Charles and his son and heir have been foreshown 615|And duly crowned, and, by his leave, to wed: 615|And he, with them in realm shall reign as well, 615|As they have held, as they enjoyed before." 615|As said, so is it done, the duke is wed: 615|For he, the first in splendour of his worth, 615|A valiant cavalier, or lady fair, 615|Will wed: and then to him his sovereign spake: 615|"This was my thought when, for the want supplied, 615|I did me this advice give you, that man 615|Should in the world be king, nor he should miss 615|Himself because he had no husband found. 615|"You had your fill, (said my lord) of him, 615|And I would have his heir in Charles' place. 615|Which, if the oath be duly sworn, to thee, 615|And if the vows be duly paid, thou shalt 615|Wedd as my proper heir, if thou prefer 615|But that him here, to me by name referred, 615|Thy lord, by oath ======================================== SAMPLE 42090 ======================================== 1229|When to-day the words of wisdom shall appear. 1229|"Aye, say I! The day when on the Earth we meet 1229|Must be the day in the far sky when we shall smile 1229|At our past love and look back on each day's walk. 1229|And when we stand in the sun to view the plain, 1229|And when the trees are in brown at the wood's feet, 1229|And life is at its gushing, and the birds are loud, 1229|And the clouds are silent, and the rain is still ... 1229|Yea, I say to you that the sunsets of to-day 1229|Will surely be green with grass and bird and blade, 1229|And the hills will smile upon us ... The rain's on us ... 1229|The flowers will smile on us ... The clouds will smile on us ... 1229|While the world grows young and laughs in the sun 1229|How happy we must be that, in this life, 1229|We die our dying happy as Christ did. 1229|This I remember, this I speak to myself, 1229|That life and I have known it the longest time, 1229|And that my memory would be clearer than his. 1229|But now my mind is heavy for this scene. 1229|Aye, he was silent; and so was I. 1229|I sat with him at supper. It was May; 1229|And while his salt and pepper to my knife 1229|He paid; I had never paid till now. 1229|And this seemed to me the best of man's delight, 1229|Was to be paid so much for that meat 1229|And yet not to taste at all ... And yet, 1229|This I remember. In our old acquaintance, 1229|And when we met, and I remember it well, 1229|We talked of dear things ... I often said 1229|That time could never take me from his side 1229|Who paid so much ... And yet this was not he, 1229|But a passing shadow of that old man 1229|Who paid me so much. And so I could remember 1229|What all men must think now I am gone. 1229|I am not sorry that he paid for the beef. 1229|He paid for the bread. He drank a cup; 1229|And this was all I said I am sorry for. 1229|A few days eloped; and at last there met 1229|Me sitting in his study in the old way, 1229|And the old way I loved. And the old man 1229|Sat there and read or stood and read or stood, 1229|And the old man read or stood, as he willed, 1229|Whatever I said he must, as I thought, 1229|He would read, as I thought, whatever I said. 1229|He showed me his pictures, and he talked; 1229|He showed me his prints in his book, and told 1229|The stories of his life, and then would go 1229|Bolder still, and read, as I, his text ... No, 1229|'T was not long after he dropped dead 1229|With his heart all torn out round him from his book, 1229|And died as his friends came crying from the house 1229|And all the world wondering. So I stayed 1229|In his study, and his prints all round me, 1229|And the old men cried together, "O, how sad!" 1229|And old women sobbed and cried aloud on street and hill. 1229|And I sat among them, in my worn clothes, 1229|A poor old man with a face as white 1229|As snow; and a man in the garden, leaning 1229|Close to me with his arms wide open, 1229|Spoke softly of the years long gone; 1229|Treading softly with his fingers where my hand had trod 1229|And kissed me through the broken words, and I wept there, and 1229|Then we rose and went 1229|Once more among the friends who came from far, 1229|Through the garden and along the pathless ways 1229|To the heart of the city, where the children played 1229|And one rose with the day's last smile. 1229|We turned to look on the ======================================== SAMPLE 42100 ======================================== 2819|"That's the way we came." 2819|"There is a valley close to your feet 2819|Where the sky is blue and still." 2819|"We could lie down and sleep, 2819|But why do you keep us on your errands?" 2819|"Keeping them always, 2819|I don't think it's right." 2819|"But they've been out of the way sometimes." 2819|"I don't take much care 2819|To take any notice of 'em." 2819|"What is your name, and where do you live?" 2819|"My name? My name is Thamyris." 2819|"That's a common name, 2819|But what do you do?" 2819|"I'm the same as ever, 2819|Do you really mean that?" 2819|"That's another way." 2819|"And what do you do?" 2819|"Oh, I'm a hunter." 2819|"And what do you hunt?" 2819|"Oh! I don't know." 2819|"And what does the gods plan for you?" 2819|"They plan no better." 2819|"But you know what the gods plan for you!" 2819|"Indeed, dear? I do." 2819|"You don't know much else." 2819|"I know that you like to hunt--" 2819|"I do." 2819|Thy name, my name is Ayeside-- 2819|Ayeside, whose parents were slain-- 2819|Ages ago. 2819|(I know what it was, you know, 2819|And what it means when I see it) 2819|But a thing of that sort 2819|Was never so before-- 2819|And now, that I am here, 2819|The same old thought occurs to me-- 2819|That, somehow, some day, 2819|A friend who's far away 2819|Will come to me 2819|And set me free. 2819|I am not sure what shall become of me, 2819|(My father he has passed away, 2819|I cannot tell why) 2819|For I see nothing in the sky of me, 2819|(I never see, you know, 2819|The sun or the moon or the stars of me, 2819|I never hear the birds of me-- 2819|I scarcely can hear their song)-- 2819|But I know what I see in the sky of me 2819|(And the eyes that I lost long ago, 2819|And the eyes that I lost long ago), 2819|And I think I shall see the day. 2819|In the morning there was peace: my little lord 2819|Stretched on his back against a stone; 2819|My mother laid her hand upon it, tender and calm, 2819|And slept, and woke half-remembered wellings in her breast, 2819|And these are the things she whispered in her sleep-- 2819|(Ah, what a weary world it is in which we live)-- 2819|When the sun rose and lit the sky and the earth. 2819|I wonder if it's the same to you, 2819|(Your father was a noble youth,) 2819|If the sunlit landscape and the peaceful earth 2819|Which I used to seek, have found you here, 2819|(The very boy whom I see only in dream!) 2819|If the same is true, and they have come to you, 2819|Why, what a weary world indeed it is! 2819|They may sleep again, my lady fair. 2819|But let them sleep; the starlight on the snow 2819|Can never wake a thousand dreams, 2819|Can never wake the day that made them rest, 2819|No more but dreams. 2819|I wonder if it's the same to you, 2819|(For the very lads you ever see 2819|Are not the lads who are gone forever, 2819|But you too, my love, are fair, and wise, 2819|And passionate, and frank, and free, 2819|As the lads you used to greet in the street,) 2819|Did the lads you loved have to wait 2819|The days of waiting for you, my ======================================== SAMPLE 42110 ======================================== 19084|And all the world was silent, 19084|And with a smile she smiled; 19084|But as a man that's lying 19084|He would not speak, but kneel. 19084|And in his breast the life 19084|Would rest, and long for rest, 19084|But while she gazed and blushed, 19084|She had forgotten her friend. 19084|And the heart, that loved it, 19084|Nevermore would rest; 19084|But like the moonbeam 19084|She faded from her path! 19084|It was not long 19084|That time was flown, 19084|But a merry boy 19084|Was come a-reindeering, 19084|As he prinked down the hill, 19084|A-sailing on the water, 19084|Up came a-fishing; 19084|He was very little, 19084|But he had a raven, 19084|Eager and true. 19084|Said the boy, "I'm going 19084|A-mowing at the corn; 19084|I can't get ahead, 19084|For the field is all agog with harvests 19084|From the north and south." 19084|Said the farmer, "The best thing is 19084|For you to come with me; 19084|For the best thing in the world is 19084|A farmer on his knees, 19084|We can't afford a school-marm, 19084|And I don't know where to send 19084|It to get education." 19084|At the end of his story, I'll put it on the record, 19084|"I would say unto the devil if you did me wrong-- 19084|Yes, sir, for 'twas in the very cause you did me wrong-- 19084|A farmer, to whom I had pledged my faith!" 19084|There is a little village out in the country, 19084|There's a farm, and a farmhouse thatchers, too; 19084|There's a little garden of honey and books, 19084|And a little garden of apple-trees; 19084|There's an old woman that lives in the country, 19084|And her name it is Lillie Murphy; 19084|And she lives by herself in the village, 19084|And she sings like the swallow, and talks like the swallow, 19084|And she writes like the robin, and flits like the robin, 19084|And goes out in the country when it's midsummer, 19084|When the weather's warm, and the birds are singing, 19084|And it's nice and dry to be warm in the country. 19084|There's an old woman up in the house; 19084|She lives in the village, you know, 19084|And her name it is Sorrow Murphy; 19084|And she lives by herself in the country, 19084|And she sings like the thrush, and talks like the thrush, 19084|And she flits like the home-bunny. 19084|There's an old woman up in the house; 19084|She lives in the village, you know, 19084|And her name it is Fear all over, 19084|And a-dropped her eyes like the swallows, 19084|When she heard the children crying; 19084|Then he heard the children crying, 19084|And they fled in the country together, 19084|And this is the little road they took 19084|To my own little village: 19084|"All through the summer there was Rain, 19084|All through the winter there was Snow; 19084|And I made a Snow-man to wear, 19084|And he would go to my house whene'er 19084|Snow was on the ground. 19084|"He carried a stick, 19084|And when it thawed, 19084|'T was always freezing, 19084|For the snow 19084|Was never to be got out by Snow, 19084| ======================================== SAMPLE 42120 ======================================== 18238|All of the gold, 18238|All of the purple, 18238|And the hues 18238|Of the roses, 18238|All of the red, 18238|And the lilies 18238|Of the night, 18238|And the stars, 18238|And the light 18238|Of the morning gleams. 18238|Gather the grain, 18238|Gather the corn, 18238|Gather the sweet 18238|Grain that rustics 18238|Rise up at e'en, 18238|Out of their graves, 18238|To be gathered, 18238|Gathered, 18238|In the sun's presence, 18238|In the sun's heat, 18238|In the heat, 18238|Of the rising and setting, 18238|In the warmth, 18238|Of the sunlit land; 18238|Gather the grain, 18238|Gather the corn, 18238|Gather the sweet 18238|Grain that is green, 18238|Gather the rose 18238|That is red, 18238|Gather the lily 18238|That has blown, 18238|Out of the grave 18238|Of their love and service." 18238|"Oh, my brother, my brother, thou art old; 18238|And this is my second death, the last yet death." 18238|"Who shall be the next?" he stood in his place, 18238|All his arms thick-carpeting the air; 18238|He sat and muttered in his throat 18238|And he drew them back, a thousand dead men. 18238|"What is the use of my living, brother?" 18238|He looked down, he looked up, and he looked in air; 18238|And what did he see he said not, nor speak. 18238|But he stood in his place--this man of clay; 18238|And he said, "The reason why you are dead, 18238|Is that we are not what we were but you. 18238|And the world is a wrong world, my brother; 18238|And it shall be so for ever you know it." 18238|He was a wise man. And he stood in his place. 18238|And he gazed at the blue sky. And the stars 18238|Blinked, the stars shone, the night was a shrine; 18238|And he bowed among the dead men's clay, 18238|And he bowed among the fallen things there. 18238|As a man bows, and with weary hands, 18238|He sees the sun rise in the east, 18238|And longs for the day that is not long; 18238|As man is man, so he bowed, and bowed. 18238|But the other dead men laughed and frowned-- 18238|"You are the man," said one, "of clay," said another; 18238|And another said, "We are the men," and another; 18238|And one said, "We are the men," but bowed again;-- 18238|"You are the man," said he, and looked at thee. 18238|"For all our laughing and bowing, 18238|We can neither see the sun rise nor set. 18238|We only know we care, and we will help, 18238|But we cannot give thee what thou hast, 18238|Shall we?" 18238|"I can help myself," said another. 18238|"I can help myself," said another. 18238|"And I--but not to gods," said another. 18238|"You have done," said Death, and he stood; and he nodded. 18238|In the dawn of night a voice came, 18238|Like the breath of a sound 18238|That wanders at the opening 18238|Of a soul in sleep, 18238|And calls to it a spirit in death, 18238|A spirit in death, 18238|And whispers, "A song!" 18238|And whoso hears it, wakes or sings; 18238|For it is that same voice, 18238|And not a spirit or a soul. 18238|In the dawn of night a hand beckons 18238|And he draws him on, and he sings 18238|All his life for others and for him; 18238|And if life be his, and ======================================== SAMPLE 42130 ======================================== 27663|Nor that the Muse so well, so true, 27663|By gentle art, her charms display; 27663|As these the hero's arms supply, 27663|Who views _thee_ _in the face_; 27663|The happy bowers _she_ ever blesses, 27663|Where every joy of life-desire 27663|May find an equal seat. 27663|I saw her, and she seemed a Queen 27663|By every monarch's sceptre blest; 27663|I heard her name the world could hear, 27663|And hear her every sigh. 27663|Her smiles were smiles of winning power, 27663|With sweetness, light, and zest, like fire; 27663|Her looks as beams of glory blest 27663|Would charm the world to tears, 27663|Her air as the full star, that beams 27663|Upon the morn in sunshine round. 27663|I saw her in her latest spring, 27663|Her flowerets in the verdure glow; 27663|I read her charms in every trace 27663|Of beauty, grace, and truth! 27663|But when I view her, on a storm 27663|The sunne no more will burn. 27663|O fairer Nature than before, 27663|In all her pomp, and pride, appeared! 27663|I mark'd that all was dull and grey, 27663|Which I before beheld! 27663|Her light was mingled with the shade, 27663|In the dark world around; 27663|And when she sits, in state array'd, 27663|The star that lighted her is set. 27663|Her days were spent, her years were cold, 27663|Her soul is left on earth; 27663|She sleeps with that in heaven created, 27663|Whom, had she been his mate, 27663|She surely would have spelt the closing 27663|Of each fond vow and tear. 27663|He sleeps, on earth. A shade is seen 27663|About his charmed form; 27663|A veil is rent, and to the air 27663|The smile, the tear, are given. 27663|He sleeps, on earth. The world beheld,-- 27663|The scene of scenes so bright; 27663|Of light, of joy, of glory, all 27663|That e'er was seen of him. 27663|_Two_ forms, with various features mark'd, 27663|Now o'er the terrace tread; 27663|_Three_ forms--of youthful grace united, 27663|The first I view'd, the last I cease to view: 27663|A summer's day, with gaudy gilding, 27663|Shine o'er the wall along; 27663|Their steps in softness the bright sand shew'd, 27663|And the pale sea below. 27663|'Tis a bright day that my eye-lids open 27663|Shall see, to-night!--and I! 27663|'Tis a bright day,--tho' I may doubt 27663|If I awake to-morrow. 27663|With what pleasure will the sunshine 27663|Ravish me, at this hour, 27663|And my heart with what rapture blaze 27663|To view my fairest! 27663|In my dreams, alas! how blest is 27663|The eye that long has wept, 27663|While with the young in rapture blest 27663|I gaze on my darling's form! 27663|Yet will I not with joy pursue 27663|The lovely sight I see, 27663|But sighing, say, "'Tis time we parted; 27663|Too oft, the parting thought 27663|Makes me feel as it would falter, 27663|And is more than all I dare 27663|To wish for to my dying hour, 27663|Or so my life must end!" 27663|In the early morning, when the sun 27663|O'er his shining pathway, as he paces 27663|Ascending, at his zenith lifts his eye, 27663|And, though vainly he repeats his vow, 27663|Still shall thine eyes still gaze with fondness 27663|On some smiling face! 27663|Ah! then the parting ======================================== SAMPLE 42140 ======================================== 19385|And the lads that go to the war 19385|Tak' the jinglin' o' Scotland. 19385|Come away, the stars o' the night, 19385|Bend low to see what I saw; 19385|The bonnie moon glitters on high, 19385|And the lasses are deein'. 19385|She floats to the shore in a bower, 19385|By the side of a crystal wave, 19385|That waves round her and o'er her, 19385|And glints with a rainbow light. 19385|Her sweetheart is louping by, 19385|And laughing as he stares at her; 19385|He smiles in his cradle-wise-- 19385|Ah! there's no need to tell him-- 19385|She loves him so heartily! 19385|When he sees her in the wave 19385|He'll kiss her and tak' her hand, 19385|And I ween he'll do so and fro' 19385|Until his wee fingers kiss:-- 19385|O hark the heaily part! 19385|O dear I like the young man! 19385|See how she glows underneath that mantle of blue! 19385|He taks her hand and he taks his breath away! 19385|Then hark the laughin' o' that dimpled auncient one! 19385|He lifts his lips so sweetly as she gaily strays. 19385|The young man awakes, and his head doth bow, 19385|And he sighs as he peers from his dawter's shroud; 19385|It is joy for the lads, for it is glory for the maid 19385|O' the brier and the rose! O hark the merry lay! 19385|Come awa', my bonnie lassie, 19385|Come awa', my sweet lassie, 19385|My dawtie is the owsen, 19385|The owsen is the plumber, 19385|The plumber ain't a stranger 19385|To sich banter as mine is. 19385|We ken your mammy's owsen, 19385|We ken your daddy's owsen, 19385|An owsen sae deaconick, 19385|He tells it naebody; 19385|He's gaun owsen to the wedding, 19385|Gaun owsen to the fairin'. 19385|When the bride an' the lassie 19385|Are meet in theirwan shade, 19385|We 'll sit on the aik for a while, 19385|An' welcome the bridegroom; 19385|The bridal they'll win them some tawse, 19385|The bridal they'll win them some tawse, 19385|While the kye sail the flood, 19385|We'll see their bridal they'll hae, 19385|An' the kye hae the water. 19385|Hove Charles Taylor o'er the border, 19385|And over the tide o' Thames, 19385|He made the people of London 19385|A holiday to see. 19385|A bonnie lass in a kilt, 19385|A bonnie lass wi' a braw bun, 19385|A bonnie lass wi' a wizen, 19385|Wae ye to hop the gude red flag? 19385|What waukrife thought was that, 19385|To take a lass in your bonnie kilt? 19385|Bessie weel worth daffin' his spuds, 19385|An' Bessie noo his health he knows; 19385|He 's dons a kilt and a plaid, 19385|An' noo 's his deae wi' his bairn buttons. 19385|My bonnie Bessie, thy luve 's in the nest! 19385|He 's auld as can be a poet--long since! 19385|A poet 's a weans, an' sings hame to praise; 19385|O! I 'll sing, an' sing hame, Bess, to thee! 19385|An' sing, sing, Bess, to thy sailor bairn. 19385|His braw braw bane is a sailor, an' a sailor he 's ======================================== SAMPLE 42150 ======================================== 1365|A little piece of the sky? 1365|'T was a bird I saw ascend 1365|The airy mountain's crest; 1365|A bird with diamond-throated voice, 1365|And rainbow-marks on his wings. 1365|It was a shining cloud of light; 1365|And then a mist went with it, 1365|And e'en the mountain was obscured 1365|With clouds of gold and purple mist. 1365|It was an elfin minstrel maid, 1365|Dancing upon the mountain's brow; 1365|And ever close behind her came 1365|The music of the minstrel band,-- 1365|A silver voice, a golden sound, 1365|With music as of old in Spain, 1365|That still praises Hector bravely slain! 1365|Come, harken! how the rippling sound 1365|Seems wakened the nightingale! 1365|Awake, beloved Nightingale! 1365|The nightingale with silver throat. 1365|The day is broken into the flower, 1365|And the sun with tears again has drunk; 1365|And the stars, that are sunken in their tents, 1365|Have ceased from their nightly pageant round, 1365|And a silence settles on the sky. 1365|The night moth with its silken mouth 1365|Now seeks again the velvet cushions, 1365|And the velvet nights in the corner lies 1365|Of the lovely baby's crib. 1365|The little bird upon its breast 1365|Nurses its little tender nest, 1365|And sleeps upon its mother's lap. 1365|The sky is pale, and the long shadows 1365|Come from the world's ends with the moon, 1365|When the morning shines upon the scene; 1365|And the bird sings, singing there. 1365|The little girl upon the bed, 1365|With her little doll and her toy, 1365|Is like a mist before a white cloud; 1365|And the song in the bird begins to be heard, 1365|But not long with the whisper of rain. 1365|The little man with his droning rime, 1365|Who sits on his donkey through the day, 1365|Is busy with his household business; 1365|The old man he sits rocking in a boat, 1365|Watching the dark waves as they pass, 1365|Or listening to a great sound blow, 1365|Or a mighty storm to descend, 1365|That shakes the earth like a millstone. 1365|The child upon her mother's knee 1365|Goes, when the storm is o'er, 1365|Downstairs and goes to bed; 1365|Wherefore for her babe and her toy 1365|To seek again the world's ends, 1365|If storms shall cease to blow or strikes blow 1365|As silent as the rain, 1365|A child is needful in the world's ends 1365|Although there be no day. 1365|In his house by the open door 1365|The old man sits, and listens 1365|To the sound of the rain on the street, 1365|Or the hurrying wind that stirs 1365|The leaves of the linden trees, 1365|And he sighs and stretches his hands, 1365|But no one comes and he sighs. 1365|In his house by the open door 1365|The old man looks at the rain, 1365|And the leaves and the rain in the street 1365|Roll downward at his will. 1365|In his house by the open door 1365|No one goes or comes to his door; 1365|For rain has come, and he has no one 1365|To give him his comforter. 1365|In his house by the open door 1365|He sits, and he listens and he sighs, 1365|Because no one comes, and he sighs, 1365|And no one goes, and he sighs. 1365|In Summer or in Winter, when the sun is high, 1365|To the poor we go with tidings of rain and snow; 1365|We see them thrown the dust together in the street; 1365|And many times when we have finished our errands there, 1365|For lack of ======================================== SAMPLE 42160 ======================================== 1317|I could see our young girl in the window 1317|Just sitting there in spite of her being sick. 1317|"My dear girl," he said, "it has been awful. 1317|It's aching nerves, it's misery all round. 1317|It's hard to think of the boys gone from us. 1317|Our hearts are breaking. They've taken a turn 1317|Against the natives. To-night I'll be raving-- 1317|I could be here all day if not for them. 1317|I'll pray for them. I'll pray for you and theirs. 1317|I'm so bad. I never dreamed we'd be dead. 1317|A night of flowers by every churchyard door. 1317|I feel as if some god has come to save: 1317|God has overcome the odds, and so we'll live. 1317|It's hard to think of the children. We had hoped 1317|To see them more than once a week at school. 1317|We've missed them every day, and I've missed first tea. 1317|We've only left to-day to catch the school play. 1317|They've taken the morning flight and we've missed too. 1317|I've wished them back all summer to school. 1317|When one of us is absent does the children miss 1317|The good things we can't miss ourselves? 1317|Well, I have missed my tea and the children haven't come 1317|To see us as much as I; but I am quite well." 1317|"Then I'm going back to school," she said. 1317|But he waved his hand dismissively. 1317|"It doesn't matter," she cried. "It is enough. 1317|I've got to be somewhere. There's nothing further 1317|Out there, and it's all over." 1317|For a moment she laughed. He took her hand 1317|And led her to the churchyard, where, beside the stream, 1317|He laid her off in a glade: "You go there now. 1317|Go home and wash and dress, and tell your father 1317|My good-by, and bring him good tidings to him. 1317|There isn't another house of our own at all. 1317|It's the worst house of all--my dear, dear father!" 1317|They made a bed for her and set her in it. 1317|It was a shagreen bed: one side shiny green; 1317|The other rough with mud from the stream and sodd. 1317|It was all well enough when they slept and bathed but 1317|It wasn't much when they starved on the way down. 1317|The wicker coverlets curled about them; the earth 1317|That stood upon them was bitter, slimy and raw. 1317|Their food was just salt water from the stream and salt, 1317|But they hadn't any of either, and it was all 1317|But they hadn't any of either when they starved 1317|On the other side, on the school-yard, with the boys. 1317|Sometimes it was the same old story. Sometimes it was not. 1317|And then, when they'd all be feeding upon the same grass, 1317|They'd say in surprise: "You boys, it's like a barn to me!" 1317|"But how to we feed on before we get home to wash?" 1317|"Let little children have their willows," the old man said. 1317|"I'll talk to little children." 1317|They went to the next bush school, but it was a desert one. 1317|They never washed their clothes: they went to the wash-house 1317|And left their shoes and slippers in the wash-tub. 1317|But they couldn't get through to the man in the black jacket 1317|To buy them a cloth, so they went round all round the country 1317|To seek him out a spot where they could wash and scrub. 1317|A country that was only two years old, 1317|And that was all covered with woodland. 1317|They found a tree-water well, 1317|But not a drop was there to wash them in. 1317|They could not sleep on a tree. 1317|Then they gathered tree-gre ======================================== SAMPLE 42170 ======================================== 1246|The music of song goes down the winding ways 1246|In the spring time. The birds sing to the flowers 1246|In early May. The snowbirds sing. The leaves 1246|Stir to the wind. The autumn leaves lift to the skies 1246|Their white and gold bosoms. The sea and sky 1246|Tremble in silver silence. The grey sea sings 1246|To its lone shore. And the white clouds rise from the hilltops, 1246|And gather in the west. The old house towers 1246|Are silent, and the old clock, and the beds 1246|With their thin blankets, and the faces a-groat, 1246|And the voices of hands all silent for a while 1246|Are strange and new. In the dawn's first gleam 1246|It is not midnight! The clock rings and stops-- 1246|The bells ring midnight--you do not hear 1246|The faint sound of a foot upon the stair 1246|That is tall and green. You do not hear 1246|A step--only a footstep,--still a faint 1246|Silver footstep, and no word. 1246|The house is built 1246|Of silence. The old rooms, in their dark, 1246|Black-brown and gray, are built of shadows, gray and black, 1246|And shadows from the windows rise in dark on the walls. 1246|To the right, the open window on the brown and white 1246|wall, and the old carpet-bag, and the old table. 1246|To the left is a new bed, with its little white headboard by it. 1246|The two old beds lie upon the table, and the old chair. Behind 1246|the table is a new bed,--a new dresser,--an old book and a 1246|old rose. 1246|The old window,--not that you think,--but only you wonder a 1246|little. 1246|The old walls 1246|Are grey and silent--like the windows which are closed. 1246|The old room is silent only through its curtains. 1246|The old hall,--how you smile at the black walls, and smile! 1246|How you talk to yourself through the old window,--speak to yourself, 1246|You. You. 1246|You are not the one I love. 1246|But in this long silence of your silence, there is one 1246|something of yourself,--perhaps. 1246|You sit by the window, when the morning stirs, 1246|And through the black folds of your white robe pass 1246|Slow children, sleeping in the lighted darkness. 1246|You smile, and sing. 1246|It is an old-time game that has come back again; 1246|The game I knew among the wild-flowers, when 1246|We lived together, and played, as we played, the same 1246|strategic, beautiful game of the lighted board. 1246|In the deep heart of some old memory it came; 1246|It was a game you loved to play with me; I remember 1246|That joyful, white-robed maiden with her wimple, 1246|And how my soul would dream and tremble and dream 1246|Until the white curtains fell, and the moon came 1246|Culling dreams of gold and red from the forest, 1246|Till my hand would tremble and tremble and tremble, 1246|And the white arm round you, and all that quietest 1246|touch upon you, and we walked through the shadows 1246|together till the twilight, through moonlit streets, 1246|To play with you in the lighted chamber, and sing, 1246|The dreamy soul of the young heart would stir until 1246|We felt we were older than the world, and one 1246|more with God and the pure and radiant morning, 1246|The soul would rest in the great silence of silence. 1246|But now it is your silence, your immaculate, 1246|Unquestioning silence, that doth veil your eyes, 1246|That holds your soul, that holds your hands to my breast; 1246|That holds your lovely souls and holds them fast 1246|For all my weary, lonely hours, and holds them fast 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 42180 ======================================== 615|And to him, and to his brethren three, hath paid 615|With solemn oaths the freight he would not loose; 615|And, as they would not to the strangers bring 615|Humbly the gifts, such faith the noble maid 615|Had for his love and faithfulness advanced; 615|Herself as well as one or two her brothers. 615|They, by the maid, his oath of faithful plight, 615|And other holy vows, were held so fast, 615|That evermore of them, with her consent, 615|Beside his bed they held their solemn vow, 615|So that her wish it was that she could be 615|His constant partner for evermore; 615|And so, with other women, evermore, 615|Seldom to him a wish was void or vain. 615|This by Rogero evermore was sworn, 615|Nor would he, with her faith in his first game, 615|So many days or months, or ever ye 615|Had pass'd, his vow broke, and all on him. 615|Aye, and with her on the days wherein 615|He pledged his vows, such service and good cheer 615|Was performed by each in other's arms, 615|When she to him from him withdrew the rest, 615|Which he before had pledged, upon his side; 615|And now those days are passed, and that day's joy 615|To the two warriors is not yet foregone; 615|Their vows are all suspended, till mid-way 615|Their hearts should with Rogero's love be prest. 615|He for Rogero to depart would do, 615|If not to him his heart-affection burn; 615|Nor would he from the damsel ever bide 615|His wish, if any were to clasp her then. 615|He, that in the past, when for love she yearn, 615|Was faithful, will he be so again; 615|And should he but delay her to this end, 615|And with his love the warring gods restrain, 615|Whoe'er so fair and so fit a spouse should be, 615|He would not woo her in the eyes of fly; 615|But to the goddess make her come with speed, 615|And let his heart her to be true enfold. 615|The maiden with her brethren would not move 615|The warrior's joy; by force or guile forego, 615|For other had the warrior taken it, 615|And would not have her, save he her wore. 615|As it would seem, to one who from above 615|Had brought the dove, the dame, in her attire, 615|Now on her bosom would appear so light, 615|She in the arms Rogero had not placed; 615|And to the warriors' joy was the plighted one, 615|Till they but gave her other wish to wear: 615|Next, that in marriage she should be espied 615|On his Elysian plain, at his return, 615|He bids him bear her to Charlemagne and say, 615|Such a wedded lady would she be. 615|With this, when he with them, within his tent, 615|Had found him, his wife was lying fast, 615|Where, in a flowery bank, a mead was mown: 615|But that she, there laid by, was weeping sore. 615|He bade her, with the other damsels two, 615|To bear it: and she answered thus and said: 615|"If I were bound, you were still on thine side; 615|Nor I am bound by other: if, for love, 615|I would, as by duty, thou should'st go, 615|I should -- I could not. If but thou hadst been, 615|'Twould have been otherwise. This was my choice; 615|But now I may with equal pleasure go 615|Another road, as good to want and thee. 615|"Thou, that the damsel of such a face, who so 615|Seems fair and mild, and like to heaven itself, 615|Wilt not with me and my Companions one 615|To make the journey thither where the twain 615|Are staying, from your camp, from where aye we, 615|Are living, and will take our stand, to hear. 615|And this would be of no great use to thee." 615|Rogero, seeing such ======================================== SAMPLE 42190 ======================================== 615|Whose fame was of that day with distance spread, 615|Who gave such slaughter and such dreadful deal, 615|And in such number did the fight renew, 615|That, though the sun had long refrained his light, 615|And night did so disturb the sky and ground, 615|Still was the din in that great field maintained. 615|While the fierce Saracen with furious strife 615|In the third circle had his heart in pain, 615|And had as well the head and headlong breast, 615|So much the demon's courage and his might, 615|The following words of the Tartar king 615|To the valiant duke were heard in ear and eyes: 615|"Since from the combat thou, I see, hast fled, 615|That in the open plain I see no ground, 615|Nor there retreat, nor stay me long with courtesy 615|When I am after thee, to find thee here: 615|As for the place and time, to you I call, 615|For, not content with arms and horsemen, I 615|Will have to-day a fierce and deadly fight." 615|To this the Tartar replied: "Forbear 615|That speech, I will, where'er it will have sway; 615|And in this space with other kind discourse 615|We of our foes shall each other engage. 615|If thou by me at any time dost prove 615|Thy cruel mind to ill -- that ill I curse; 615|And thou wouldst that the warrior I should show 615|Not like thyself, but like a brother sort, 615|Wise, faithful, valiant, well-determined; 615|Let me to thee that warrior be, 'tis clear, 615|A gentle youth and of mild degree." 615|Thus will his words and manner, as I know, 615|Tolerate a spirit so cold and vile, 615|The Tartar, when he sees the youth display 615|Of that fierce bearing, which might well excite 615|Pity so much to cure; with that in hand, 615|And makes his sword and spear of steel and gold. 615|The other, when at him he the sabre, bent, 615|Of that he feared, and, "Do thou for my sake," 615|As he the warrior's virtue would express, 615|For that his heart was with the warrior's crew. 615|So that, in combat, the warrior's pride 615|Torn by the champion, was from head to heels. 615|They, as the warrior and the youth engage, 615|For one and other way would make their choice. 615|Sobrino, with that other warrior's aid, 615|Thinks to overwhelm that cavalier, though fleet; 615|So they on each other to the death, 615|Till one is slain and one escaped by flight: 615|The victor to take to them the worthiest 615|Of that well-taught and mighty battle band. 615|The good Almontes is of royal blood, 615|Haply a ducal, and without a peer: 615|Of good, fair-haired, and of ducal age, 615|He in good service ever had displayed, 615|By his good birth and martial fame displayed. 615|But that his life was well, the Tartar King, 615|His knight by magic, and by force imprest, 615|By magic, or in cunning, he foresaw, 615|And on his followers' feet in turn bestowed. 615|As Rogero, that from that fair spring, 615|Which is the source of many a warrior's fall, 615|Did, if the story is true, or if it be 615|More fortune than Merlin's wondrous spell, 615|That on that night from that fair, wondrous spring 615|His footstep is imprinted in the air; 615|So on the warriors of his band, that night, 615|Had shone that light, or else by magic light 615|Illumed the place, with which I shall unfold, 615|-- I speak of that bright moon the night of doom 615|Covered with midnight, and the day of ill: 615|Which, as my tale to this of this relates, 615|And of the days that follow, I beg, 615|-- I hope at length as well a faithful rhyme 615|To my preface shall in your ears resolve. 615|To speak will seem, what better can ensue ======================================== SAMPLE 42200 ======================================== 1287|In thy tender form, 1287|And thou in a ring 1287|Of the joyous joy-powders! 1287|'Tis a ring all thy own, 1287|Which I bear, and thy pride, 1287|And thou canst be 1287|Thyself, even thine own!" 1287|Then, to the music of the flute, 1287|I, with the lute and flute, 1287|Hollowly sang my song! 1287|And, in love's joyous, joyous mood, 1287|I took thy life away! 1287|And, my sweetheart, thou hast been changed 1287|Unto a flower of roses; 1287|And as thou wert a rose, so I 1287|Now turn to be a fume! 1287|O thou who loveth all delight, 1287|And wishest that no pleasure 1287|Or no beauty heareth 1287|The music of thy flute! 1287|How glad to thee were I, 1287|To fling thee to rest at home! 1287|And, to the happy song 1287|Of thy loved fife! 1287|There 's joy for thee and me, 1287|A mirth and feast in heaven above! 1287|The sun shone brightly, the day shone brightly,-- 1287|Till the fair garden-lawn was wet, 1287|And I sat at the doorway, and waited, 1287|With my pipe and my bows unsandalled, 1287|In an hour when the maidens went 1287|To serve the priest-beer. 1287|And to me the blithe and good-natured maid 1287|In answer answered me 1287|With an honest smile, 1287|Of what she could do. 1287|"I 'll take a pretty picture," said she, 1287|"Beside your window, and paint it, ye see: 1287|I have brought it of late, with my usual 1287|And in haste, the picture I 'll give you;-- 1287|See, how fine 'tis, I 'm bringing it here 1287|And painting it so true: 1287|So you, fair maidens, take good heed, 1287|And think, perchance, as I of late, 1287|'Tis not the very same 1287|"And though at first glance 'tis indeed 1287|A very common picture, 1287|Yet I hold it to be so, because 1287|It is so to a maid, quite; 1287|And her hand shall not give it thee, 1287|And her kiss not give it; 1287|In spite of all, my darling will 1287|Give it thee in full,-- 1287|Which is reason enough." 1287|And she vanished away, 1287|While my pipe I blew 1287|With a pure and joyous cheer, 1287|A song of peace and pleasure. 1287|Then I saw, from my chamber, all 1287|The maidens all had gone, 1287|And I sat and smoked again! 1287|"Thither," the lover said, 1287|"And I 'll carry her home, 1287|For she is not here; 1287|I hope--it may be--that she now 1287|May smile around the place." 1287|And as he drew his lips across, 1287|The fair young thing then smiled, 1287|As if, from her kiss, her form 1287|Was torn asunder; 1287|And her head I saw a-twinkle 1287|At the end of my pipe, 1287|As she took in the passing air, 1287|And looked into mine. 1287|Thither I went as fast, 1287|And, with joy and gladness, I 1287|Stood by the wall, and view'd 1287|The picture as I 'd seen, 1287|And the words she said,--when sooth, 1287|At least, it was not so! 1287|The lover he had vowed unto me, 1287|Long, long I'd sought from him, 1287|If I did not love him quite, 1287|For I knew as he did, 1287|That he ======================================== SAMPLE 42210 ======================================== 27195|When the cat's a-dyin' and the dog's a-barkin', 27195|A-goin' an' a-grookin', 27195|We 'ave to be comin' 27195|In haste lest we break one rib, 27195|Where we'll find our sweethearts and sisters,-- 27195|A-scookin' an' a-grapevine. 27195|"Oh the time pass along the hills, and sweetly 27195|The golden days pass away. 27195|Oh the days when I would dance the lark, if 27195|That song I could sing. 27195|Oh the time when I would climb the old rock, and 27195|Would go and come again. 27195|Oh the days when I would take the morning 27195|And kiss the cold dew. 27195|Oh the time when I would dress up in a robe 27195|Of emerald green and fair blue. 27195|Oh the days when I would take the morning 27195|In my hand and hie; 27195|Where the wild black owl would call "The Spring is come, 27195|And there's a spring in your heart." 27195|"Oh! the time I would go to the cornland, in the 27195|Golden, golden summer days! 27195|Oh! the days the days so long,--Oh! the days that 27195|Are like the bees in the clover! 27195|Oh! the sweet sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet days I spent 27195|In the great big cornland! 27195|"Oh! the time I would roam and I would travel, 27195|To visit the friends I loved; 27195|And I'd take all the sweet things they had brought, 27195|Which made the days so sweet; 27195|And I'd send them all back, but the last one 27195|So tender sweet that, ah! my heart it gave, 27195|"Oh! the time I'd go back the time and the 27195|Golden, golden summer days. 27195|Oh! the days when the sun was in the sky, 27195|And the wind was in the tree; 27195|And my sister and her sweet little boy 27195|Were always right in my sight. 27195|"Oh! the times I'd roam and I'd travel, 27195|To visit my friends again, 27195|And I'd set off a dollar or a quarter 27195|To help a little child. 27195|Oh! the days when I would dance the lark, if 27195|That song I could sing. 27195|Oh! the days I would leave the old cornland, 27195|And seek the blue valley on. 27195|"Oh! the days in the glen where the little 27195|Black roe would call, 27195|And I'd take my little black robin, 27195|And wander away. 27195|Oh! the time I'd seek the glen and hear 27195|The song of her little bird. 27195|Oh! the little red one, and her sister, 27195|Whose hearts are so dear; 27195|So warm, and so white, and her brother, 27195|And his sweet little sister. 27195|"Oh! the time I'd go back the time and 27195|A man I'd meet, 27195|And we'd both be alone, and we'd know 27195|Nothing but the wind. 27195|Oh! the time I'd never hear and see 27195|Of the dear-lovin' bird; 27195|Oh! the time I'D never look upon 27195|A body by the sea. 27195|"Oh! the time I'd be away the time and 27195|A man I'd meet, 27195|And I'd go back to the years in my youth, 27195|Whose words were sweet--O sweet! 27195|Oh! the sweet, sweet, sweet days I'd roam 27195|In the great, green lands of childhood; 27195|Oh! the sweet, sweet, sweet days of the year, 27195|That were so long. 27195|"Oh! the time I'd be away the time and 27195|A man I'd meet,-- 27195|My mother's and I'll go with my brother, 27195|And we ======================================== SAMPLE 42220 ======================================== 1728|this wise. 1728|'I will not trouble you about any more, and I shall be glad 1728|so very much to lie in your house; for now we have 1728|the matter settled on even terms, whate'er shall come to be. But 1728|let us now give ear, you are our man, and I come from 1728|the well-builded house. For I would have none one of the 1728|host to complain of. Come, let us make us ready a meal first, 1728|and then I will tell you all. 1728|'Here after long sickness the man and the god-like youth 1728|come together by Helios, the sun, who is his housegod. And 1728|their 1728|mother is Agastya, and her son, Telemachus; but for the 1728|man and his father he is a stranger. Yet in his youth he 1728|was a very great traveller, and the people in Ithaca named him 1728|after Zeus, who is the earth's lord, even Odysseus. Now 1728|Agastya was the god of the well-builded house, and Zeus 1728|is lord over all. So all was accounted for in the 1728|house which Zeus built, and the things which he gave to 1728|their mother. 1728|'So many years went round the fair-pitched house, and the 1728|people lived there. Now when the fair-pitched house was thus 1728|built, Zeus made the wind to be the chief workman: 1728|straight the wind his work began, and straight the 1728|bulk-load roof did he bear of old in the midst of the 1728|wind. And with hand strong he beat the roofs and 1728|burdened them with timber, and he laid beams of 1728|mixed iron under each piece. But when he had the work 1728|complete, then he stretched the doors apart, and took out 1728|wood and grey sea-bark, and set the beams and the floor 1728|on, and he made fast the doors in, and the doors 1728|were hard to open, for he had in his house some strange 1728|guests from afar. Now when the strong doors were stretched 1728|out wide, and when they were bare of arms, the lord of the 1728|house gave a fierce cry, and stood still and trembled: 1728|for in his heart wise Telemachus was sorrowing for his 1728|lost love. Then he took a spear out of his double-edged 1728|spear-stock, and drew an eye-teeth forth of the hilt, 1728|and stretched aside by the heels, and struck the bull before 1728|the knees of the bull. Thereon he sprang to his feet and 1728|began to groan, and his arms were all bare. And his 1728|sons marvelled, and spake, saying: "It seems now as a 1728|greatly wondrous thing in this sight and kind that this 1728|stranger hath slain a bull the best of all the beasts 1728|he has seen in Hellas, and that he hath given the people 1728|song about his death, but we do no such thing. Truly 1728|now have we a god here in our house, one of the sovran 1728|heavenly ones, who is of the sons of Zeus. And of his 1728|greed hath he taken to himself these strangers, for he is 1728|the same whom we have heretofore, and on a day came hither 1728|from afar. Howbeit the gods will fulfil our 1728|desire, and thou shalt see the return of our dear 1728|ancestor from his wanderings, which he long hath desired, 1728|and this day is come." 1728|Then wise Telemachus spake among the wooers: 1728|'"Friends, have ye not heard that our dear father 1728|has a son here in the halls, who does the like of him: 1728|and I would now go to my father's house to see if 1728|he have anything of our merry men in the halls, such as 1728|they who come with the cattle." 1728|'So spake he, and his wise men all consented thereto. 1728|Now when they were ======================================== SAMPLE 42230 ======================================== 1141|She sat by the water-stem 1141|Wet with the noon-sun's gold: 1141|With her soft hand upon the strand 1141|Her feet she covered, and her hair 1141|About her shoulders flung: 1141|And like one in dreamful calm 1141|She watched the sunset flame 1141|Spread its broad and crimson ring 1141|Over hill, over stream, 1141|Over bower, over tree, 1141|Over fen, over fell, 1141|Over sea, over plain, 1141|Over quarry, over steep, 1141|Over fox, over hen, 1141|Over crane, over ewe, 1141|Over calf, over fowl, 1141|Over kine, over mare, 1141|Over little calf, 1141|Over little lamb, 1141|Over little boy, 1141|Over little puppy, 1141|Over little puppy mare, 1141|Over little lambkin thin, 1141|Over little puppy mare, 1141|Feeble and helpless she, 1141|Down at the river's edge, 1141|Feeble and helpless she, 1141|Full of despairing cries, 1141|Full of anguish and wails, 1141|Feeble and helpless she, 1141|Her small cries mixed with joys, 1141|Full of despairing cries, 1141|Feeble and helpless she! 1141|Over the bridge in the twilight 1141|They drew her lifeless limbs, 1141|They drew her lifeless limbs, they drew her lifeless 1141|hands to the yoke, 1141|Till the hot stings of the engine 1141|poised with a thunderous boom 1141|To burst in the engine in the engine, 1141|at the engine in the engine. 1141|Out of the engine in the engine, 1141|the engine in the engine, 1141|they drew her lifeless hands; 1141|They drew her lifeless hands to the yoke 1141|of her tortured soul, 1141|Her flesh, the living flesh, 1141|was decked with stars and the blood-red blood- 1141|of the long century long ago. 1141|But the yoke was so strong and the engine 1141|so strong, 1141|And the engine would not unloose, 1141|and the hot bolts of the engine 1141|would not unlock, 1141|With the shuddering of the heavy steam 1141|thrown up by the long century 1141|ago. 1141|But the wheel in the darkening of twilight 1141|broke into stars, 1141|And the wheel showed the long road before it, 1141|with the red-star on its axle, 1141|The long road that was forgotten, 1141|forgotten by the long, long years. 1141|What though the engine should cease? 1141|She is only dead to me, 1141|I, only living, am to be the Mother of the many millions 1141|who shall be toiling millions. 1141|I, only I, am the Mistress of the many millions of little 1141|Children. 1141|The little stars, their love to win, 1141|Slipped away from out our sky, 1141|Little children, have you any wings? 1141|My little children, what is this you bring us? 1141|What have you in your hands? 1141|Nothing but stars and little children crying? 1141|The stars are crying, little children crying, 1141|The little children are crying, my babes! 1141|Little children, have you any wings? 1141|Our great, our little Babes are crying, 1141|Our great, our little Babes are crying, my babes! 1141|Little children, have you any wings? 1141|Our great, our little Babes are weeping, 1141|Our great, our little Babes are weeping, my babes! 1141|Little children, have you any hands? 1141|Their hands are full of little children crying, 1141|Their little hands are full of little children 1141|crying, 1141|Our great, our little Babes are crying, 1141|Our great, our little Babes are crying, my babes! 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 42240 ======================================== 5186|Hastens from the forest towards the village, 5186|Hastens through the midnight forest-glooms, 5186|Onward, on to the shores of Gitche Gumee, 5186|To the home of the Naiads and Sea-Eagles, 5186|To the seat of heaven founded on the waves. 5186|When the hero, Wainamoinen, had arrived 5186|At his father's place of settling, 5186|Then began he to contemplate, 5186|Listening to the tales he heard, Arnar, 5186|Toothless wisdom-singer and singer, 5186|Sang he Tuonela all of Northland, 5186|All of South, of Fensal's golden regions, 5186|Rode his steed through the meadow, pierced it 5186|Into the forest deep and wide, 5186|O'er the mountains, through the marshes, 5186|Rode till he came to Hartusa's falls, 5186|To the falls of Mana's holy water, 5186|Where his band of magic warriors, 5186|With their war-axes, bore away Manala, 5186|Leave her naked, war-torn maiden, 5186|Bid her once to nakedness and chastity. 5186|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5186|Uttered then the words that follow: 5186|"Manala, naked virgin, 5186|Bid thy heroes, Arnar, Thyarin, 5186|Ply the war-paint on thy cheeks, Arnar, 5186|Ply the war-paste on thy cheeks of oak-wood; 5186|Make it bright and beautiful as snow-flakes, 5186|Golden indeed as mountain-streamlet, 5186|Fairy-lilies of the North-land, 5186|Fairy-lilies of the Saitama, 5186|Fairy-lilies of the wond'rous Death-land." 5186|Then the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|The eternal wisdom-singer, 5186|To the dwelling of his people, 5186|To the ever holy homestead, 5186|Sang with gladness his rejoicing, 5186|Sang a song of six degrees, 5186|Sang the origin of Wainola, 5186|History of Wainamoinen's people; 5186|Sang the songs of higher power, 5186|Songs of wonder and of wonderfulness. 5186|When he had thus his people sung, 5186|Then the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Spake and said to young Tennyson: 5186|"Tennyson, son beloved, 5186|Learn the words of knowledge, songlessness; 5186|I shall sing thee wondrous wond'rous songs, 5186|I shall sing thee songs of marvelous wisdom, 5186|When a certain maiden thou findest living, 5186|Underneath the water, on the high seas, 5186|Underneath the happy window-sills; 5186|Sing to her all thy hero-lore, 5186|All thy wisdom, all thy knowledge, 5186|Of the love that thou here takest on land, 5186|All thy thought, and feelings, and scheme, 5186|Breaking thine sheaves with thy song-throng, 5186|Sheaves of Liko's, long ages past; 5186|Singing as it were a message 5186|From thine own heart to her dear brother, 5186|On the wide, sweet air, her bosom cherubin." 5186|Then his sledge he fastened, made his whip-stick, 5186|Answered thus the friend of wild and wood-crowned: 5186|"Bind her fast with thongs of soft vermilion. 5186|Speak for me the words that I require thee, 5186|Speak and I will not disobey thee!" 5186|When the guest had carried his order, 5186|Bearing by him his golden trays, 5186|On the topmost of the honeyed vathes, 5186|Spake the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|Thus addressed the pretty Silenus: 5186|"Sing, most melodious bee of Northland, 5186|Sing, most beautiful of creatures; 5186|Thou ======================================== SAMPLE 42250 ======================================== 1004|I turned me to those holy elders 1004|Who for the poor had taken pleasure 1004|In crucifying the unjust one; 1004|And therefore was their visage holy. 1004|They made me of their flock an example, 1004|Making flocks and spacious flocks of them; 1004|They provided for me the running streamlet, 1004|For in the same kind was it given me 1004|To go along the right and left banks, 1004|As far as Branda to the Cipsalia; 1004|The people who thither most desire 1004|A home, the lawful residence choosing, 1004|Not by afflictions, but by faith in Him 1004|To make them, at the last, renownours. 1004|Feltro, Turbine, citizens as well 1004|As Paarde and Sorrento, people swart 1004|In every spiritual sort, these saw, 1004|And joyful for the glorious inheritance. 1004|When they to honour were additning, 1004|And some upon the down-fellows seated, 1004|And to the cleaner upstreaming of Bologna 1004|And of Vecchio aniv'nd Oliveton, 1004|And to Maggio and to the Jovial Lazzari 1004|Their eyes, that were of good report endowed, 1004|They lifted in the air, and each one beheld 1004|A blazing fire upon the Praetorian hill; 1004|Nor did the glorious mount whose honour it was 1004|Impart against the others, unaw'd of her, 1004|E'er let the hazard of battle quit the field. 1004|"If flames in presence of other garlands, 1004|So great, adorn, and with such fervour burn, 1004|Displeasure the occasion of the thing, 1004|The place of their appearing cannot be, 1004|Nor their our distance even with our sight. 1004|Therefore, if it be possible, that you 1004|Offer up this Praetorie to altars new, 1004|Since it of late befell our country, 1004|That not without your vict'ry you were vict'rous, 1004|What clamours then, who hath done you honour, 1004|That to so great a post you set yourselves, 1004|How may your glory be replenished ever? 1004|Who will not, if I tell you truly who 1004|You were, with Amphidamas your handmaid, 1004|And Polyeidma, with whom Ulysses 1004|Did banish from the city the suitors? 1004|I speak of whom; for myself, alone, 1004| Do you not hear me speak openly? 1004|Among the virgins was it your desire 1004|That I thus should honour among you? 1004|Forth from her bower then went your goodly bride, 1004|Lest by too much preeminence upon her 1004|Too much might be upset, and she too be 1004|Too little impressed. In everything 1004|She surpassed all more prudent and worthy. 1004|Her mind was such, whatever she undertook 1004|She first determined upon carefully, 1004|And, for not yet another laboured round, 1004|Considered, and re-mused it all the day 1004|So that she wholly grasped her accomplishment. 1004|And I, who am a cautious husband, 1004|Doubt much whether thou wilt have her obey me, 1004|For I should lose my breeding well down 1004|With all the sons my good and evil deeds 1004|Have crowned with such a grace; but let her try, 1004|And she will understand with simple pen." 1004|Then did my Sage: "Be to this meeting held 1004|As thou behoveth. Let not thy husband chide, 1004|In this one night, thee, because thou com'st late. 1004|But lead forthwith the blessed hours away, 1004|As calling on them so desireth thee. 1004|I will not lose sight of what thou say'st, 1004|Even of thy coming in private or public, 1004|Unless this be well understood, that both 1004|Are pleasing in their time, and are performed 1004|Withoute sin in ======================================== SAMPLE 42260 ======================================== 1287|That the old tree-hugged tower is reared anew. 1287|There are so many things that they'd like, 1287|I know not which they'll choose, 1287|(It matters not to me who's in office); 1287|From the garden's shade I take my way. 1287|'Tis strange! how the mighty have forgot 1287|The things that they like best-- 1287|The tree beneath the stone, in which it grew; 1287|The garden's tree-tops and the door it gave 1287|To passers in to-day's new-found day! 1287|But all around the old tree stand 1287|Its branches gleaming ever clear. 1287|'Tis there the king sat waiting to see 1287|My daughter and her train, 1287|As through their lines the women came, 1287|A shining, glittering crew. 1287|And when they came at last alone, 1287|In silence all, alone they stood, 1287|Erect beneath the tree; 1287|To him who looked from the high tree-top, 1287|'Twas nothing more, nothing more. 1287|"Thou art but a child!" said the lady then; 1287|"But come, my child, let us depart, 1287|And when thou'rt grown to man's estate 1287|Thou'lt come to me and ask for bread and wine." 1287|In the church of Saint Sergius next, 1287|The mother of the emperor sat; 1287|Upon a lofty chair, they say-- 1287|'Twas like a saint's on holy ground. 1287|It was the time of the festivity 1287|Of the Church and her saints which we have seen. 1287|She took a precious box of amber, 1287|The like which I never did believe, 1287|(As far as I can well surmise, 1287|For as to the style it seemed most Chinese,) 1287|To put in her purse. 1287|And then she put the box-butted chair 1287|Into the door of the holy place; 1287|And as she went to the fountain-place 1287|She prayed to the East and the West, 1287|To come and be her lover ever! 1287|And lo! there came to them her children three! 1287|And those children--I can't tell where they went-- 1287|All clad in silk robes, and crowns on head. 1287|It seems they all went dancing merrily. 1287|They danced a round, and then began to sing, 1287|And from many a trumpet shouted loud,-- 1287|That which is written all over the house-- 1287|For 'twas the Emperor's Christmas. 1287|Upon the table where first he'd been 1287|He piled up gold, and his favourite meerschaum, 1287|That he and his little daughter had caught, 1287|To give the children three. 1287|And with delight they gathered round him there, 1287|Each taking gold to his little hand, 1287|And bidding the emperor give her a child 1287|So good, she loved him too. 1287|And when she thought how she'd give it him then, 1287|While a little child she did love him too, 1287|As her own child that love her alone. 1287|But one night the emperor was mad; 1287|The next he laughed, so loud his laughter rang. 1287|And thus the mother--"But who are we, 1287|I know not what, a little child at home, 1287|But, having a strong child in the church, 1287|We will go back again and again!" 1287|"You are the child that has made his own 1287|With the help of a strong woman's heart." 1287|"O, mother dear, you shall not think it strange, 1287|I am the child that has made his own!" 1287|From the church the child they took, 1287|His little hands they tied close, 1287|His little foot it was the first 1287|That was sent to the land of the Huns; 1287|"They shall not know," they said, "how great 1287|He was that has made his own!" 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 42270 ======================================== 615|To the last line, so dear and precious on her eye, 615|When I have told you who each maid is deemed the fair, 615|You shall know who first to his fair eyes appears 615|The queen, in her full beauty's pride displayed. 615|"Hither have I brought the damsel, as instructed 615|By her good hand; a fairer flower I bring, 615|Then whilom to this world had never budded, 615|Since the world before was darkened: nor to me 615|The fruit is such as oft I in my song have told. 615|But haply, to thyself, thou wilt be woe 615|And know thy love when thou shalt see it sold. 615|The good Saint Gregory to the dame I tell; 615|In whose attire the world was saved from stain. 615|"The cavalier, for whom my life is spent, 615|And of his merits will I in full retraul, 615|Has in his holy house, in good Oxford land, 615|Titled, to what honour must from him proceed. 615|The saint and dame were friends and comrades wed; 615|And from the first I, with this love, proclaim: 615|"He, as he hath deserved, the goodly gift 615|Will give me, in memory of that day, when, 615|By the light of his own soul, I fled away 615|(That man of good intent who ever fed 615|On flesh and blood, even to the end and end) 615|To the great faith and holy faith of Christ." 615|So said the damsel, and of her intent 615|The maid prepares, like a lady of a day; 615|And to the saint she gives that gift, to hers 615|As back to him: he on his forehead fix, 615|Pricking him with a lance, the pointed spear, 615|Which to his bosom she above the crown 615|Holds, and with the arm from off her net 615|Takes away the forfeit of her heart, that bared 615|For him upon the grass. With this, and this, 615|That she upon the grass behind the peer 615|Doth hang, was her desire fulfilled. 615|Her tears of joy are dried, her gladness lost, 615|As by the saint's arm, which at his prayer, 615|She makes the goodly gift; and the poor maid 615|Who first for her and he their way pursued, 615|Now stands and frowns, as if reproachful sky 615|Would make her frown before the saint's eyes; 615|And that, which the saint's eyes, upon display, 615|For her good work, with tears had scarce permitted, 615|She in the midst of sorrow long had shed 615|Of her fair love, on earth, and on the sea, 615|She now, with sighs, and anguish much, in song 615|Her love doth sum up; which when the song-bird sings, 615|The others' music is no longer ours. 615|Thus, for that saint's service, in a sultry air -- 615|"Ye saints, of Christ the Lord, the righteous man; 615|Hear thou, as I implore, and with my words 615|Receive, if not, my words, in peace or war, 615|If with my words and prayer thou'rt to be freed 615|From any harm, or any misery, wrought; 615|Or else from love or pity be released; 615|For, if of prayer thou think'st not, or no, 615|I' the faith I hold, as much may be achieved, 615|If prayed for with love or pity be." 615|Of his own faith thus he made demand, 615|And told how, when his heart, at first emerging 615|From mortal mists, by this fair promise gush'd 615|Of heavenly life and life eternal, he 615|Would to his parents, and would do his part, 615|Hearing what thence was said, as man's oblige. 615|-- By all with kindness he received in store -- 615|His parents and his brethren, of his guide, 615|In sooth and faithless to his duty, lay; 615|Yet, with good works, to him such bounty paid, 615|Nor fear'd dishonoured for his service due, 615|That he his parents' faith, his brethren's light, 615|And that ======================================== SAMPLE 42280 ======================================== 1031|The sound of the sea, which is still and sweet, 1031|Heard I in an old tale, written long ago: 1031|It was told me of King Eochaid, who reigned 1031|In Bohemia ere Christ, a man of great renown, 1031|Who slew a stag, and for the sake of his kingdom 1031|Made arrow-shafts in the pools where the swine breed. 1031|For he should have no triumph at his gate, 1031|But they should make a sport for his royal horse. 1031|Nor would he tolerate the people's envy 1031|That he should reign, and should rule in such a wise 1031|As they would wonder at his lineage and name. 1031|Therefore he made shafts bright with eyes of amulets 1031|And a robe of light that was to lighten his years. 1031|Yet was he not born in a day: he lived in the night, 1031|The midnight, when men sat at their windows and shook 1031|Their heads, when their heads shook, till they came to own 1031|The life of the moon, and no man was more at ease 1031|And more in tune with the moon's silent minstrelsy. 1031|For she came down on the earth, the full and the full, 1031|And men sat with their faces towards the south; 1031|And the moon came down upon their shining lap, 1031|And for ever was the song they cried in the wind, 1031|For ever the night wind in their faces uprose. 1031|And she came down, and she looked at their nakedness, 1031|Pressed out their thirst and wrapped them in warm winds of sleep, 1031|And she led on the day. And the children of men 1031|Watching all there by the sea of the sunless sea, 1031|Stood out upon the shining of her coming near: 1031|And the sea was white with her coming. 1031|And she fell from heaven 1031|Like a star, and the moon was shaken by the wave, 1031|As she came down in the twilight, and the sun 1031|Lifted his head above the level and the white 1031|And starless sea. 1031|And when the holy sea had wrapped her 1031|And when they clasped her together in its vast, 1031|White arms, with no word or look, as they had done, 1031|They fell asleep again: but the holy sea 1031|Was still as a dead face, save for the sound it made 1031|Of a watery song. 1031|But the holy sea 1031|Was calm as a sick man's heart that is calm at home, 1031|When he is weary and he longs for rest; 1031|And the holy sea 1031|Was calm as a sick man's heart that is weary with care, 1031|Though wearied with the things that he can have 1031|And the joys that he cannot. 1031|The day has come when life is sad and bitter 1031|With the bitterness of the evening-draughts, 1031|And the dew is falling on snow when the day is out, 1031|And we are tired without, O weary folk, 1031|And it is almost dark. 1031|If you have only a dozen days to live, 1031|Or have but a little more than that, 1031|And you have but a little sorrow to tell 1031|Of the little lonely ones you've lost, 1031|Why do you work so hard to make the earth 1031|A little larger for you and your sons? 1031|You say that you are happy here, but what is this? 1031|You say, "I give my life for this world, 1031|But I have not got all that I would have, 1031|And I am fain to die instead." 1031|And how is it that you, who are poor and naked, 1031|Should be so glad that others live? 1031|The earth is much too wide for you to traverse: 1031|Have you not more to live for than this? 1031|It is very well for you to eat what is in your power: 1031|Have you not more to live for than this? 1031|The flowers are quick to gather 1031|When the ======================================== SAMPLE 42290 ======================================== 1211|Till thou hast left us 1211|That we all may enjoy our love 1211|On this, and now 1211|To this end, all my parts sing, 1211|Till all shall be in tune. 1211|"What is the love of man 1211|That he doth not envy thee? 1211|Why is not love the same 1211|As when both were new?" 1211|"Sweet Mary Brewis, I love thee 1211|For thy wit and figure fair; 1211|But if the fortune wilt thou make 1211|That we twain should love each other, 1211|Oh! what shall I do?" 1211|"No mischief, sweet; I'll make no war; 1211|Thou art so full of woe, 1211|There's not one thing in all the world 1211|Which is so like to fortune, 1211|That I can choose but be sad. 1211|Then, for my love, do not grieve; 1211|Go to thy bed, and be as gay; 1211|Nor want, nor want, 1211|To please the boys at the ball." 1211|"A kiss for thy mouth, and a tune for thy throat, 1211|And a tune to the viol, 1211|If fortune so will, to my castle may run, 1211|And there let me sit alone; 1211|And I will be the mistress of all that is said; 1211|And I will be the belle of all that's sung: 1211|And I will be the belle of all that's said; 1211|And I will be the belle of all that's said; 1211|And I will be the belle of all that's said." 1211|"My lady's in the gard'rage a bloody sadder 1211|Than the devil or half of them; 1211|For late she went to the cupboard to be bred, 1211|And there she has her gown so gay; 1211|And the devil drinks out of his own eyry, 1211|Which makes him laugh on the ground. 1211|For late he went to the cupboard to be bred, 1211|And there he has his gown so gay; 1211|In the cupboard have you rogues your fill, 1211|And all their rogues make crownes, 1211|And all their rogues make crownes 1211|For the sake of my lady my dear? 1211|And all their rogues make crownes 1211|For the sake of my lady my dear? 1211|In the cupboard have you rogues your fill, 1211|And all your rogues make crownes, 1211|And I'll be king of all that's made; 1211|And I'll be king of all that's made; 1211|And I'll be king of all that's made; 1211|And I'll be master of all that's made. 1211|Where your king lies sleeping, 1211|That king would have his bow." 1211|"And my love's in the grave, 1211|And my love's in the grave." 1211|And there she lies in her shroudings, 1211|And never a day comes 1211|For the priest to weep; 1211|Nor the surgeon's hand to take, 1211|With the dagger he sees her 1211|Bleeding to death. 1211|Where his king lies sleeping, 1211|That king would have his bow." 1211|"But I have heard a wondrous thing: 1211|A King or Queen so wise 1211|Is laid under a stone, 1211|And in the stone I see a child 1211|In shining sheen. 1211|The child's eyes are fair, the stone 1211|Holds not a child at all: 1211|Where the stone holds a child at all 1211|The stone is full of sheen." 1211|"O, I will go to the court-yard, 1211|And bring thee this Child to see; 1211|She shall be a double crowne, 1211|And thou shalt see a king, 1211|And thou shalt see a royal queen,-- 1211|The world like to this is Seen 1211|In all the world so very plain, 1211|That it's hard to make ======================================== SAMPLE 42300 ======================================== 16059|Y unos á los mares: 16059|¡Si tienen aquí le dice 16059|Tornados sus brazos, 16059|Al pasando la hermosa 16059|Gloriosa de amor! 16059|Mas si por desplice la espada 16059|Vacar nuestros ojos, 16059|Y cuando fué el tete 16059|Dorantes, tus escombros, 16059|Era encendido el cabeza 16059|Que la fuente el aire 16059|Dejó los brazos, escombros. 16059|¡Cuántos son él renascos 16059|Y el aire entre las altas 16059|Que más ardiente 16059|Los poderanos garradas, 16059|Los remos rientreçíos 16059|Que con ellos esperere 16059|Y desplegados 16059|Los ánimos destinos 16059|Oyendo el viento 16059|¡Oh dicen eternos sois, 16059|Se oye los tiempos 16059|De las mujeres del alma! 16059|Los halagos en los bajes 16059|De ver la cabeza 16059|Y oye las lágrimas 16059|Y los alborotomos 16059|De los tetrinos creosso 16059|De un pájaros fieros 16059|Ese levantar? 16059|Y tú, de traidor larga 16059|Vista con vivir, 16059|Y todo se hacerme 16059|Que á dar á los hérlandoes 16059|Tú lo cuerpo, os perdiónece: 16059|Dice al que será, 16059|Que le han dejando, 16059|De nuestro poder la tierra. 16059|_Los rompanas del mundo, 16059|¡Oh cuánto, Dios mío, 16059|Por los ojos, con sol largas! 16059|¡Oh, cuántos halagos esposa, 16059|Cuando yo sabe alegres! 16059|A la tierra muy claridad, 16059|No me aclama las vidas 16059|Y el pájaro se te sigue. 16059|Para que las vidas 16059|Al pasar con árboles, 16059|Que no me aclamó los ojos, 16059|Por los ojos esposa. 16059|Y se acercó los ojos, 16059|De nuestros ínclitos, 16059|Era en el mar un bussaco 16059|Cuando te della vida. 16059|Ya en el mundo deja 16059|Amor la música frente, 16059|Y la música hermosa 16059|Y entre la muerte. 16059|Rompana mi dolor 16059|Del espíritu humano, 16059|Cuando te fueron cabeza, 16059|Se aprenden presente; 16059|Y oye los pobres no algunas 16059|Y los pobres ellos. 16059|A cual la muerte 16059|En estrecho vestido 16059|Los córromes de las fuerte, 16059|Rompana mi dolor, 16059|Cuando te fueron cabeza, 16059|Se aprenden presente; 16059|Y oye los pobres no alba 16059|Y los ojos esposa, 16059|De nuestro poder la pelea 16059|Está, en tu título son, 16059|En pobreción la gente, 16059|En pelegua la luna 16059|Y á tus páfilas nunca esto. 16059|De nuestro poder la pelea 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 42310 ======================================== 941|You said; "I'm happy for the life and the way to go"; 941|You said. And the thing to do was just wait for his call. 941|You know, I have been waiting for the day to come, 941|It has been a weary time for a woman to wait. 941|You waited in your life for a wife or a home. 941|But I have a home in my heart with the sunset's gold. 941|I had no one but my love to look to when day was done, 941|With the sunlight in the gold. 941|So I'm a husband that's waiting for the day to come; 941|And I'm a lover that's hoping when it is time to part. 941|It's hard to be young if you don't tell. 941|You can't let go of your youth 941|But when you find your heart has grown old, 941|You cannot have the old you keep. 941|You can't let go of your feelings of yore 941|And put the old you away; 941|It's hard to be young, you know. 941|Your heart holds some things you did not guess 941|Until you found them out; 941|The old you can't have. It's harder still 941|To keep your old you in. 941|I could never let go 941|Of my heart's old joys; 941|And I could never see 941|My feelings in my eyes get old; 941|I could never let go. 941|I had faith in you, O my dear, 941|You'll be true to me till the end. 941|And I have hope that you will be fair 941|When I am dead to my life and you've passed. 941|You may have died long ago, 941|But you'll be true to me to the end, 941|And I will see you do; 941|Your old you know. 941|That's a dream I dreamed for a good-bye, 941|My dear, you know; 941|It's hard to be young if you don't tell. 941|The old I can't have... It's harder still 941|To keep old you in. 941|I'd like to have a talk with you, 941|I'd like to talk with you for a day. 941|You must understand that I am mad, 941|Though you must have forgiven me. 941|I am a fool, because I cannot keep 941|My love for you with you, 941|And you'll never think of me 941|As a fool until I'm dead. 941|I'm just a woman who has waited 941|To meet what you're to come, 941|It is hard to be young if you don't tell. 941|But, tell me, you, if you do, 941|You would be true to me? 941|All day long I've sat 941|And heard the children 941|Play quietly, with all their waltzes, 941|And when the sun comes up 941|I think of you, dear. 941|And I keep thinking of you, 941|All the time, and dream 941|In the twilight, you; 941|For I know all the time 941|That your face is mine, 941|And it is always mine, 941|When you're forgotten I, Dear. 941|All at night I sit 941|And think of you, dear, 941|And the hours you waste 941|On this earth. And I am so tired 941|That at times I dream. 941|And I hold on to my heart 941|And I see you once in all these years. 941|And I love you, and with every boy 941|That walks on the lake, 941|And every little lad that weaves, 941|In the dim, dead plain. 941|And I love you, my dear, 941|And I hope you still will love - 941|For I know that you love me. 941|But oh! it's hard to believe 941|That you have loved me so long, 941|And I feel so bad when I ======================================== SAMPLE 42320 ======================================== 2863|You do not see that the earth is old. 2863|I like so little to be young. 2863|I am not what we call young; 2863|A good place is the place at the end: 2863|And the good places are not made by men. 2863|But that is in a house, at least: 2863|But what of the place at the end? 2863|I think the kind one's in the house. 2863|The old things are put away, 2863|Like books. 2863|When you go to your grave the same 2863|You'll think 2863|Of what was then. 2863|And it will pass to the old things. 2863|In your grave 2863|No one will notice a word; 2863|But they'll call a child by your name 2863|In their book, 2863|And he'll have a playhouse or a tower 2863|For his school, 2863|And he'll think of you as he sees 2863|His own dead mother. . . . 2863|Why should you care? 2863|The thing will all be the same, 2863|And the earth will all have ceased to be 2863|A place at the end of the earth, 2863|And the world will be the same, 2863|And the stars still be in the skies. 2863|I know so little about the earth. 2863|I cannot tell if it is bright 2863|Or dark 2863|When the sun goes down. 2863|What's this, then, about the earth, 2863|You pale old grave-digger? 2863|Is it your hope, 2863|With all your digging-wains at your back 2863|To make sure the house is safe 2863|Until the earth grows young? 2863|--There's a light, 2863|As the moon 2863|Lies in the sea-rock dark and deep 2863|In the land of no-days-we-know. 2863|There's a light. 2863|(And a child is standing in the room.) 2863|A child with a face all gray 2863|And tawny as the dead, 2863|And a blue chin; 2863|I love to see them stand, 2863|For it gives me pain to think 2863|How they looked in the house when 2863|There were shadows and laughter and 2863|Glee in the summer night; 2863|And there was no one there 2863|When the summer night grew cold. 2863|But, with the moon above them, 2863|We saw the child who had stood 2863|Trying to climb 2863|A window-pane 2863|When the moon put out the light. 2863|--And it makes me so sad, 2863|For it gives me pain to think 2863|Of the day when we came up 2863|And saw him in the house 2863|Just lighted by the moon. 2863|And he had gone mad, 2863|And was throwing stones at us 2863|As if he were a doll 2863|In the hands of a master-pale 2863|Who has moulded his child like a mummy; 2863|And it made me so sad-- 2863|I didn't know when the house 2863|Would be too cold for him; 2863|But at last 2863|He told me what a man lived there 2863|Who will never have fun; 2863|And I don't care whether 2863|I am a grave-digger or not; 2863|For I wonder now and then 2863|If the house will be not too cold! 2863|It is a little, little place, 2863|And the room's small, too, 2863|And the floor is soft but thin, 2863|And the walls and ceiling are clean. 2863|There is something in the air 2863|About it--a windless rustling. 2863|And no, I can't see a book, 2863|But I know the lamp is shining. 2863|And what do you think I meant, 2863|The little, little room, 2863|With the window-blind and sofa-board, 2863|And the bed, at ======================================== SAMPLE 42330 ======================================== 1280|So she knew what the great war had brought to you, 1280|And what the great wrong it had done to us-- 1280|A woman, now, with a child in her arms, 1280|And we who saw what the world stood between us 1280|Shall see no more. 1280|Our blood is spilt in the strife. 1280|You are strong to-day,--and I. 1280|I have loved you too long, 1280|But not through all the years that know you wronged me, 1280|Or made one of our family of grief-- 1280|But only now when tears begin to fall 1280|A light shines in your eyes. 1280|I do not know if the great nations still 1280|Will conquer in coming years what they will: 1280|But if they do, 1280|If they will live to the very end of time, 1280|I, too, must leave the world. 1280|A little town is our own, 1280|Built at the time when freedom first began. 1280|I live in sorrow and fear 1280|For these who are here no more, 1280|These who were born to live and die. 1280|But, through my sorrow, I see 1280|There is no life like mine, 1280|And neither death nor life is fair, 1280|Nor either sorrow is sad. 1280|We did not build the building to lose, 1280|Nor seek to take our share of money, 1280|But for to give our best for service, 1280|While others have the same opportunity 1280|For being careless in the pursuit of 1280|The smallest gain through many years. 1280|And I have given my best for that 1280|Which I am now to give 1280|For the convenience of those who live-- 1280|But you knew the secret of it all. 1280|As you knew, with the whole 1280|Of the people that are here, 1280|And you knew I had nothing to fear, 1280|And there was nothing you felt in me-- 1280|You are so wise and so selfish, 1280|You have learned to keep yourself in charge 1280|Of the little girl who is orphaned. 1280|I am the wife of a man, 1280|But you, of no less importance, 1280|Butterflies in a garden, 1280|And you know what I should do. 1280|With the rest of the butterfly race 1280|I am second to you. 1280|I would find out what the butterflies know 1280|and use it to win you to me, 1280|And in a minute I would marry you, 1280|And your little girl would have the throne. 1280|I would teach the butterflies to sing 1280|because I hate to be idle, 1280|And every night before she came to bed 1280|I would find out everything about her-- 1280|I think no one could do it better-- 1280|And tell her of the great things I have done 1280|for her while she was sick. 1280|I would give her the secret of every leaf 1280|I leave upon the bushes with the flowers. 1280|Every leaf in every bush with the flowers. 1280|Butcher the butterflies for me and send us 1280|home for the rest of them. 1280|You must give your soul to someone else for her sake 1280|and for mine to-day. 1280|If you have one wish, your only wish it is 1280|for to leave your sorrow out of the story 1280|and make her one of your joys, and you cannot change 1280|on that account. 1280|The children of your heart will suffer greatly 1280|for this matter while your fingers may be 1280|overpowered by their sorrow. 1280|In truth, the mother's part would be only 1280|that she might have some joy before we 1280|were two months away from leaving the shelter 1280|that we were going to live in. 1280|But, I will not be at all lonely 1280|when I think of you. 1280|This is a thing of sorrow, 1280|and I will fight and fight with it. 1280|Let us see what a woman's heart will do, ======================================== SAMPLE 42340 ======================================== A little boy, 2621|And the little bell 2621|That tolls at two. 2621|The little boy, 2621|And the little bell 2621|That tinkles clear. 2621|The little lamb, 2621|And the little bell, 2621|Whose little string 2621|I've tied is gone. 2621|The little lamb, 2621|And the little bell, 2621|Whose little string 2621|Was tied so tight, 2621|For he who stole its fleece 2621|Must not be ridden. 2621|The little lamb, 2621|The little bell, 2621|Must be kept awake 2621|For fear it may go 2621|To sleep whose lameness 2621|The night does not know. 2621|There is no childer at all 2621|Of man or of woman, 2621|But is a thing unto itself; 2621|If that it ne'er hath been, 2621|There is no man nor childer 2621|That is: that is, earth and air. 2621|And there was no man, before the Flood, 2621|Nor any after so, 2621|Save what there is to show, 2621|A mountain and a sea. 2621|And every rock by man cast down, 2621|Or made by God more dark, 2621|Show'd the same aspect there. 2621|And every sea by man made dark 2621|And overcast with rain, 2621|Was made, or seemed to seem, 2621|By man, or man's hand, or wind, or snow. 2621|For what is land then? Answer, then, 2621|Who are the rocks that hold man down? 2621|The rocks, or man, or God? 2621|Land, mountains, or God? 2621|The land, the mountains, or man? 2621|No, the God is not below, 2621|Nor yet above; 2621|But on high, with many a star 2621|Of shining might; 2621|And every fire that is in the sky, 2621|Within, without, 2621|Stands in his stead, 2621|And every living thing that liveth, 2621|Standeth well! 2621|I am not afraid to meet with you in the face; 2621|You are not frighted by the ways of the blind; 2621|I have never known the horror and fright 2621|That is the face of the innocent and weak. 2621|A face that has gone to the dust, 2621|And a name that is out of date; 2621|I had rather believe your word 2621|Than be looked on as a fraud; 2621|A horse has never breathed, 2621|Nor a dog been fed; 2621|And I am sure I have done as you, of course, 2621|And been as you wished to see. 2621|How many years have gone 2621|Since the good people of Dundee, 2621|Taft and Ftzen, found their king, 2621|In a stately cathedral, 2621|For the worship of a goddess? 2621|While the old Queen and the Pope 2621|Crouched to right their noses off, 2621|And had some quiet long chat, 2621|Hugh Heap told the tale -- 2621|(Didn't he ever do it?) 2621|And said he never heard of 2621|The Stork in the sky, 2621|But he'd like to know the reason 2621|Why the blue flag seemed to 2621|A floating column to be, 2621|And why the blue waslazer 2621|Floated on the sky: 2621|And how, when the battle breaks, 2621|You're safer if you hide 2621|In the ditch and let 'em; 2621|And how in the night you're more 2621|Concealed and safe and dark 2621|Than a Frenchman at the head 2621|Of a hundred trenches! 2621|Him and the Queen had a talk, 2621|And nothing more they said 2621|Than what a minister might 2621|Or a lady should. 2621|But the Stork came up to the Queen 2621| ======================================== SAMPLE 42350 ======================================== 29357|On the hillside, where the little creek dashes 29357|Through the fields, and down through the pine woods, 29357|And where oft, in the pleasant summer nights, 29357|The farmer's daughter went to school, 29357|Through many an old house and old-fashioned room 29357|She'd creep and sleep away the hours, 29357|With many a lovely maid, 29357|(And some, I ween, slept better, 29357|Since they were wed to _thee_) 29357|And oft she'd hear him talking to the dogs, 29357|And frequent see him standing by the door, 29357|And often, when she came to bed, 29357|(And she herself with her fair hair hanging by its socket) 29357|Be sure and welcome she'd find 29357|The same familiar look by lot 29357|By him, who always stood at her side 29357|With silent reverence, as in trust 29357|The lady used to bear 29357|His faithful servant; 29357|But I must put you to the proof, my dears, 29357|I'll tell you one thing that's true." 29357|Then a sad silence fell, and anigh 29357|The lady's voice whispered low:-- 29357|"So I must go, my dears, as it befalls 29357|For me to go alone, you know. 29357|I trust that I may ne'er again 29357|Be greeted by a prettier face; 29357|But now, at least, to all mankind 29357|This truth I'll boldly utter,-- 29357|In the grand old garden, o'er the hill, 29357|There dwells a shepherd and his sheep. 29357|And if my fancy e'er errs 29357|By any one of their name,-- 29357|Why, so much as a "wonder," I'm sure, 29357|That they can't be like you, I pray. 29357|"A shepherd is he whose love the flock sublimates 29357|A shepherd by whose thought they are entranced. 29357|The Shepherd is he, the flock, and all beside 29357|That live by shepherdess, or ever can bee 29357|That any other shepherd, but he, alone, 29357|Is a good, happy shepherd, who the sheep can hold." 29357|And then the girls went laughing to the house, 29357|They kissed the face of the lovely mamma, 29357|And they went dancing out to the park. 29357|They sang sweet songs to the old time chime, 29357|And they went singing to the old time tune, 29357|And they waved their curls in the garden shade, 29357|And they waved their arms in the garden green. 29357|I saw their little hands shake with glee, 29357|I heard the ringing of their happy bells; 29357|I saw their lips on mine in sweet surprise, 29357|And I thought how often, soon, too soon, 29357|We shall meet, I dare to hope, again. 29357|A soft, warm hand as it was set, 29357|And it touched my mother's own. 29357|A sweet, dear kiss as it came through 29357|The warmest waves of the sea. 29357|When I saw, how a kiss like this, 29357|Should make, in memory's hour, 29357|The heart of a mother's love rejoice, 29357|I thought how much, as now, we're to blame, 29357|And I thought, if mother's breast should be 29357|So softened and so soft, the man must 29357|Be but as his soul--and then it came, 29357|Ah--here's a dear mother's memory 29357|That she'd a kiss and would a song. 29357|Mother and daughter, now alone, 29357|Lone and separated, bent 29357|With their hands folded on their breasts, 29357|In a low and quiet tongue 29357|Of sorrow and pity speaks. 29357|"Oh," she said, "I've been sad in life, 29357|My babe is dead and gone; 29357|But what would I do with a soul 29357|In my mind's eye set fast?" 29357|"No," said his mother, "No--not I ======================================== SAMPLE 42360 ======================================== 2381|I never have looked on a picture, 2381|I never have heard a bird sing, 2381|And the woman in the picture is--I know she isn't a woman; 2381|But a bird could sing, and can dance to her singing. 2381|And I know what she would do, and I am not a woman. 2381|A woman who doesn't wear a girdle, 2381|Or do doublets, or whatever 2381|It were no matter: 2381|You'd think, you know, my dear, if she 2381|Were one of us two girls you see, 2381|That she always looked to us boys 2381|So shy and homely. 2381|Yes, even though I never was told 2381|Of her liking boys, I'd believe it. 2381|"I've never been told by her never, dear, 2381|She's a pretty girl:" and so, no more, 2381|I'll just say I am told she is. 2381|But I'd be a liar still, if I did. 2381|A pretty girl, my dear. 2381|But one who is homely is homely, 2381|And, say what you will, the girls don't like boys. 2381|It's the very truth! 2381|Yes, I really think that you'll find it so. 2381|And that is why I didn't say at all; 2381|And now I'm sure you'd really like him. 2381|You'd like him? No? I'll talk to Aunt Mary 2381|That you wouldn't be so glad to see 2381|I really think she's lovely, my dear, 2381|And he's as homely as me. 2381|But when you have seen him, dear, in person 2381|He's nothing at all to you at all; 2381|He is too proud, you understand, 2381|And not the sort of boy at all. 2381|Ah, and he doesn't play, and isn't homely, 2381|And Aunt Mary isn't homely,-- 2381|And that's why I'd like you to like him. 2381|What kind of boy? What kind of girl? 2381|Yes, he's homely as you are: 2381|Then what's the harm? 2381|Oh, yes, you are homely, my dear, 2381|You'd make the boys your own. 2381|There's other girls as homely, 2381|But they can't be better. 2381|You are all boys, my dear, 2381|And are as homely as boys. 2381|I should like to be as homely, 2381|As any girls I see. 2381|And the man I really see-- 2381|I'm happy just as you are; 2381|And you, my dear, I think you ought 2381|To be as homely as girls. 2381|And for every day 2381|You come home from school 2381|Do you wear a garter? 2381|I do--and not in public. 2381|I tell you, if a man 2381|Did me a wound I'd give, 2381|I would not show my breast 2381|To any other man 2381|Nor show my hand to any other man. 2381|And I should go to Heaven 2381|If I should play 2381|With my hands and feet 2381|Play without garter, 2381|Till some other man 2381|Left his bare feet 2381|Unmended and free. 2381|There's a place I know... 2381|It's down in the ditches 2381|By the places where people live. 2381|And when I can't get there 2381|I go over there 2381|Where the poor people live. 2381|I go there on Saturday. 2381|On Sunday none at all. 2381|I am just a vagabond, 2381|A beggar with two vagabonds. 2381|There's a man in the street 2381|Who says he knows where my house is. 2381|But, in the street or out, 2381|He can't tell where my house is. 2381|And I go by the sound of his feet. 2381 ======================================== SAMPLE 42370 ======================================== 1054|And for his sake to her she sent him to sea, 1054|He was to her a faithful and faithful friend. 1054|He sent her word that he rode to the Fair; 1054|To the Fair, O the Fair it would not let him rest; 1054|It grieved her day, she cried, "O be not sad, 1054|The king will never give me a better love." 1054|The king will neither give me a better love, 1054|Or else he would release me from this quest, 1054|That now on the fair is my lot to pine, 1054|And I shall be a poor pauper for evermore. 1054|What shall we do, what shall we do, Johnie? 1054|What shall we do? 1054|Let me sing unto my lovely mistress. 1054|There was three kings into the East they went, 1054|And one of them spake unto my little daughter, Deora. 1054|"Behold, I send you a key, that will open the gate, 1054|And will deliver this chest to thine own hand." 1054|He opened the chest, and there he had a tray, 1054|There were kingcups and queendees he gave her, 1054|There were twining ditties, marigated oranges, 1054|There was grapes of many kinds, and mellow wines. 1054|"See, see," he says, "the grapes are all of one color, 1054|To tempt fate hath he drawn from the vines of Danae; 1054|And this box it is, this handsome box with art 1054|He has drawn for mine own pleasure, my fairest child; 1054|Therein many a pretty trifle hath he put in, 1054|Wedding a present to her, of himself he's made. 1054|What think you of the presents that he's put in, 1054|I'll tell you now, my little daughter dear?" 1054|"Oh, they are all pretty, father, but them not fit 1054|To look on, when you sit in the king's chair, 1054|So now, father, come and take them all for me, 1054|The gold and purple, the silver, and the dish"-- 1054|But the gold wasn't big enough, and the silver 1054|Was not large enough to meet the dish of dainty meat. 1054|"The wine, that the king shall drink, and myself will give, 1054|The cup that the king will ladle, and myself will spill, 1054|And this box 'twill hold, and this gold ring I gave 1054|For my own delight, to my darling, my Deora. 1054|And this cap, and these shoes, that the king shall wear, 1054|And myself, he shall not wear them, my darling; 1054|He'll get his fair side up in their very design. 1054|"The trayne, Deora, with all the trayne I have here, 1054|That the king would take and put therein to keep 1054|The beauty that my fair hair had made so bright, 1054|And the lilies, and lilies, and lilies all, 1054|That the king might use them for his safety's sake, 1054|And a present to his sister, my Deora. 1054|And the gold ring, and the gold locket sweet, 1054|That were given unto my darling, my Deora; 1054|He'll wear them for his safety, my Deora." 1054|She's no the fool that's fooling by his side evermore, 1054|As he kneeled on his knee to her so pretty and smart. 1054|"Oh! look, ye king, and ye daughters and sisters dear, 1054|How he loves my dearest, my darling, my darlint, 1054|And he'll love you all, he will, O he will--so! 1054|He'll love you all for love, and for love's dear sake. 1054|"A man cannot love two thoughts at same time, 1054|Nor a king, nor a queen, of love can be; 1054|I will die, or he will die, as I am a king-- 1054|I will die, that my little daughters wer kill't; 1054|But in peace I will live, ======================================== SAMPLE 42380 ======================================== 5186|Comes to this country and asks 5186|Where his wife has wandered." 5186|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen: 5186|"Never, never, suitor, strive to 5186|Do me wrong by your good fortune, 5186|Not by one who claims descent 5186|From a distant sire or mother; 5186|Come with me and I will give you 5186|Staple-sticks and bags of the birch-wood." 5186|Then he leaves the village-gate 5186|Homeward with the bridegroom, 5186|Speaks these words to shutter his gates: 5186|"True it is my mother told me 5186|Never to try myself for 5186|Journey to other countries, 5186|To the uninhabited islands, 5186|To the ever-darkening Northland, 5186|To the never-pleasant Sariola; 5186|That each journey through Northland 5186|Is a death in itself and journey. 5186|Never in my life have I journeyed 5186|Seas beyond Slemish borders, 5186|Through nine mouths from this house to other." 5186|Ere one mouth the hero crossed, 5186|Stepped across three more in haste, 5186|Stepped across one day, then a second, 5186|Stepped across on foot the third day. 5186|Now the horse's feet are scarcely 5186|Moving upon one half inch of space; 5186|Hands are moved in moments by moments, 5186|And the head is moved by thousands, 5186|For the life-destroying journey 5186|To the Osmo-fields and mines of Suomi. 5186|To the sky and to the earth is lifted 5186|All the steed's load of fatigue; 5186|But he scarcely lifts his head at full 5186|From the ground his hair is lifted, 5186|And his eyes are shut to heaven; 5186|Now he ventures forth in front of 5186|Pegsportionage, wisdom-swayed; 5186|Now in front of Pee-muk-jo-mok-mi, 5186|Now in front of Kawa-be-jo. 5186|Toward the mouth of Bearna-notes, 5186|Toward the upper horizon's margin, 5186|Homeward now he hastes by land, 5186|Toward the borders of Manala. 5186|Lemminkainen's wife awaits him, 5186|Weeping on the high eminence, 5186|Weeping, the fairest of her daughters; 5186|As the earth rolls round, her forehead 5186|Rolls upon her ruddy pillow, 5186|Rolls upon her silver rindens, 5186|As the tide rolls in a sieve; 5186|Weep, weep, the wife of Kaukomieli. 5186|Spake the mother of Lemminkainen: 5186|"Cease thy sorrow, sad one, cease; 5186|Cease, alas! thy tears of anguish, 5186|Cease, in bitterness of weeping, 5186|Cease, this evening, to weep any! 5186|Better far thy sitting-place, 5186|Better, than suffering, torture, 5186|In the dismal tribulation, 5186|In the land of evil genie, 5186|In the abode of foes and insults. 5186|Better far thy seat in heaven, 5186|In the palace of thy father, 5186|In the courts of the eternal, 5186|Than to lose the best of suitors, 5186|In the land of evil genie, 5186|In the mansions of the evil. 5186|Nevermore let strangers taste beef, 5186|Never while the wings flutter hither, 5186|Never while the head dips in morning, 5186|In the home of the illustrious; 5186|Never while light dreams are sweet to dream on, 5186|Never while the eye and ear fill with foam, 5186|Never while the lip is unpolluted. 5186|Thus at times, my son, thou dost not see 5186|Any grazier with beef of suitors, 5186|Straightway approaching with cup of wisdom, 5186 ======================================== SAMPLE 42390 ======================================== 35991|For the time is ripe to break up the old order, 35991|And show how the old order can be maintained, 35991|And we must live now and see the new world, as it is." 35991|And all the years between the days of her brother, 35991|When she had a husband and they had a home, 35991|When she was living in a city by the sea 35991|And she was working with a man in a shop, 35991|It was like another life, and yet it's all changed 35991|And the old life and her life are living together: 35991|But at the end of her story, there's another. 35991|It's the same tale: she's grown old and then her life 35991|Is a failure and trouble, and a woman's mad 35991|To keep going so. 35991|And in a moment's time 35991|She can't find the strength to rise and stand on her feet. 35991|And at the end of the story, there's a hope. 35991|It's the boy from the city: she knows he's out 35991|To seek his fortune. But he's a good heart, 35991|A little boy but a dreamer and a dreamer, 35991|Some day he will win. You think you're going to 35991|Have your death-bed, get your last cry of faith, 35991|And be carried back. 35991|And when at last at last 35991|You get to the end, the little gray field, 35991|There's a room with shelves for her body laid: 35991|There's a grave and a coffin and a box for him. 35991|And there's a little poem for his heart 35991|That ends the story. We're friends. 35991|But though she's dead, he's dead, and a woman 35991|Lies here and dies. 35991|I saw a woman lying--so does the grave-- 35991|A great old man, a man in his prime, 35991|With a son in the war and a wife of power, 35991|And his life, as a man lived in his youth, 35991|Was a dream of the man in the war layin' dead 35991|And the daughter, he married the woman was 35991|A woman with the daughter had no mind. 35991|There's a woman lying here, and a little girl's 35991|And the mother is dead. 35991|This is the picture of poor Kathleen 35991|The girl who fell in the war and was spared, 35991|But the girl who lies in the grave is not lying. 35991|There's the mother and there's the girl with the girl, 35991|And poor Kathleen with all her sorrow, and the boy 35991|Who lay here in the war, is not lying. 35991|And I said to myself: "Well, I've a wife, 35991|And a wonderful life, and to-day I've a wife, 35991|That's a life, but the picture doesn't stand for me: 35991|My life is a dream which is nothing more. 35991|That's the picture of poor Kathleen the girl 35991|Who fell in the war, but the girl with the girl 35991|Was a woman with the daughter and her daughter. 35991|And a woman lies here in this story. 35991|It's the father and he's dead. 35991|But how to save her and how to keep her in, 35991|And how to pass a life without regret. 35991|You may live, but you're just a man in the war 35991|Who did not save, except by the man in the war. 35991|And then I said to myself: "Here is a story 35991|That's all we have left to offer in a story." 35991|Which is it--save the woman with the daughter, 35991|Or save the man with the boy and his wife 35991|And his wife's sister, and there's the picture stands. 35991|So I made it up, with the wife's sister 35991| ======================================== SAMPLE 42400 ======================================== 4654|And with their flutes in deep and delicate harmony 4654|They drew the long-wished-for night to close. 4654|Now at their dark approach a strange uproar rang 4654|From the great hall--the maids, their flutes in hand, 4654|All piping sweetest, and, with many a long sigh, 4654|Forgot their fond duties, and together ranged 4654|To dance, to sing, to mimic the wild dance of youth - 4654|And with wild dances, many a youthful foot 4654|Did hover o'er the marble courts of state-- 4654|The dancing-girls, in silver and in gold, 4654|And their chaste maidens, all clad in white. 4654|The laughing-woman danced a lonely strain; 4654|The fair-haired youth on golden pipes did play-- 4654|But they, alas! in many an after-while, 4654|Had vanished with their music, and no more 4654|In the dim dance, now at rest, they played-- 4654|But, hark! the bugle, loud, again did blow - 4654|Again they did dance, and, through the chamber dim, 4654|To the high-born dames the piping men did sing. 4654|Then with a sigh, at last, did she come in, 4654|The aged matron; her bright tresses hung 4654|Amid her pails of water from the wall 4654|And the white rugs beside her feet. 4654|Now by every maid 4654|Of them who played that night, 4654|The youthful dames were seen 4654|A couple of fair sisters, wed in wedlock; 4654|The other fair twin-brothers with tender love 4654|Of their young sister had wedded them - 4654|Their mother, the old house-keeper, who saw to it, 4654|And a bright son was theirs; and all the young ones 4654|To their young sire were married, together, 4654|In their house as the evening tide was flowing. 4654|And thus, when this sweet time was o'er, 4654|And all were coming in at last, 4654|With much rejoicing came all about the house 4654|The old and young, and every maid in the place, 4654|And gathered round her in a happy mood 4654|To gaze upon the sight of its fair ones wed. 4654|But, as before there came in youth to sing 4654|The simple songs of childhood's happy day, 4654|In many a merry laugh went they about, 4654|And all was mourning in their tender hearts; 4654|And at the death-bed of one they would console 4654|And a last, fond word would give, 4654|But in vain, for the old man and the child 4654|From speechless lips had perished quickly both. 4654|And these were left without a sire 4654|And none were left to look to them for help. 4654|And from a flock of sheep, once good, 4654|And loyal, the young ones had to-day 4654|Been flayed, and scattered like sheep-cows, 4654|To the windless wilds of south-westering night, 4654|In search of a pasture. 4654|And many a daughter's glance, 4654|And fond embraces, 4654|And little words of greeting and greeting, 4654|And the bright locks twined about their dainty limbs, 4654|Had been spent on their white beds of down. 4654|And they who gazed around them sadly murmured, 4654|"Ah! why had we no earthly father dear! 4654|Where we shall meet him, say,--what shepherd was he, 4654|Or where the grave o'er which the sunbeams rung." 4654|And she in answer made, 4654|"The father whose sheep-fold we will dwell in; 4654|And he was known to all who had been his flock, 4654|By name, by conduct, by gift of old; 4654|For he was of the strong Ligurian race, 4654|A man of great experience and wisdom; 4654|And he the young couple saw with their own eyes, 4654|Where their fine new-born sons now slept. 4654|But ======================================== SAMPLE 42410 ======================================== 1280|My friend, I do not think these things to you. 1280|You may know me from the sea and mountains 1280|To the great west, where I have written 1280|For all the books to put on shelves. 1280|But I would ask you, friend--I believe you-- 1280|If in your mind's eye you could see me, 1280|I say it with a kind of pride, 1280|I, who have lived, have died, 1280|On my own farm. 1280|To-day, on the farm, 1280|The old piano heaped its treasures 1280|Of old-fashioned joys and pleasures. 1280|Some were of steel or wooden reeds. 1280|But many times a week, 1280|While the wind went up, 1280|When the wind was blowing, 1280|Was tuned a music-making instrument, 1280|Fiddle or fiddle-string, 1280|Like a fiddle-hat made of maple. 1280|He might swing his fingers and draw his hands 1280|Like a fiddle-fiddle, 1280|Or he might swing with eyes full of fire, 1280|And fire in his eyes, 1280|And then fiddle and play on the fiddle-string, 1280|With eyes open wide, 1280|Crying to see in his father's house 1280|My own fiddle-name come home. 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Dinner is ready, 1280|Fiddle-tonk, 1280|Dinner is ready. 1280|In the house is the father, 1280|In the farm is his children. 1280|It's the first thing 1280|Which the children see, 1280|And they cry: 1280|"He is coming 1280|Towards the castle now, 1280|Over his oats and grass. 1280|He is tired and just goes out 1280|To wander down the walk. 1280|The sun in his face is a fiddle-string. 1280|The wind is in the branches is a fiddle-string. 1280|Handsome father 1280|Weighs his plate, and drinks his wine, 1280|The children cry: 1280|"He has gone away to roam 1280|From his own country, 1280|And is to the west of the place; 1280|It's sure he's come to the far end." 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Handsome father 1280|Takes the old fiddle from his knee, 1280|And he will play till the evening air 1280|In the same words he played 1280|On the first day of his playing. 1280|He is tired now. 1280|He will play the old play 1280|Over and over again, 1280|Over and over again. 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Dinner is ready at last. 1280|I can't eat the old meal 1280|The bread has been old and stale, 1280|I am hungry already. 1280|The fire is still bright, 1280|The tea is still flowing. 1280|"I will go to bed now, 1280|And wake in the morning 1280|To eat the old meal." 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Fiddle! fiddle! 1280|Dinner is ready. 1280|We sit in the corner 1280|To watch the old time music 1280|Which is dancing on the walls, 1280|And in the empty room. 1280|"It was beautiful," 1280|I say, "I cannot forget 1280|To see the old day's music 1280|And hear the fiddle's laughter." 1280|"And in the summer," 1280|A child girl says, "in the summer 1280|The fiddle ran so wild and mad, 1280|It had no wings to fly away 1280|When children were playing. 1280|"But now it is dead and lying 1280|In the corner of the house, 1280|And no one plays with it ======================================== SAMPLE 42420 ======================================== 2619|And on their way to the feast I beheld, 2619|With all its tender, smileful throngs that rode, 2619|With all that ever the future may bring, 2619|A happy throng come riding down the straits.-- 2619|But when we sought the King in his great hall, 2619|I saw beneath the high high-raised tapestries, 2619|In the heart of each castle, the knights of Spain. 2619|The proud ones all rode, their heads all bare, 2619|A-quiver like serried armies. 2619|The sergeants rode, the porters too, 2619|Like sergeants in mock-warfare marching. 2619|Each man with shining sword and casque 2619|Upon his shoulder. 2619|And we that followed, 2619|Followed through the crowded pass, 2619|The thronged traffic of the city, 2619|The high-raised tapestries in every angle, 2619|The high-tipt hat, the jingling whistle, 2619|The gay high-mettled steed, and bridle, 2619|The broad and firm broad flounce, and gilded bridle, 2619|The high and flapping breeches, the saddle-bags 2619|of purple color, 2619|The bright silver buckles, the silver studs, 2619|The silver lance studs, 2619|The silver bridle straps, 2619|The silver mail-plates with their pointed lances, 2619|The long broad lances 2619|With clasps of gold, 2619|The gilded buckles, the gilded bridle, 2619|The heavy silver mail-plates gules, and angusts, 2619|The long and narrow shields, 2619|The mail-rings, the crest-bars, 2619|The rich and precious stones, 2619|The gold and silver mail-plates rich and rare; 2619|And precious stones and colors gules, and angusts. 2619|And all went out in a mingled rush 2619|To the high-arched squares, on whose stones were set 2619|The cross-flags and the cross-outlines of kings, 2619|Galleys with the broad sail 2619|Of the sea, and the black ships of war 2619|Hove through the crowd, 2619|And in the crowd there came one mighty sea-swell, 2619|As the stormy blast the rolling sea beat high, 2619|And all the world looked wide 2619|To the land-breeze that held it held fast, 2619|Where the high sea foam, 2619|In the bright sunshine, 2619|And the glad green sea-flower strewed the green sea-sand! 2619|The joy of the high sea, 2619|The life-giving power of the waters, 2619|His shining shield, 2619|His bright and burning standard, shining high 2619|On the long line of the blue and shining sky-- 2619|The good ship Glory-- 2619|He bravely sailed, 2619|With her gallant crew, 2619|To the battle of Fate! 2619|And every heart beat high 2619|For the glory of his deeds, 2619|For the light of his rising and his going home, 2619|And a war's red mist on the wave of the war past, 2619|And a sea-wind blowing over the land of the free! 2619|The sun goes down, and the darkens begin, 2619|Yet bright and clear to the eyeless eye of Night, 2619|Comes glimmering up the misty-shining West. 2619|O bright and silent night, away! 2619|Why chase the flying feet 2619|Of the sun-god as he passes? 2619|With folded hands and eyelids wet 2619|Wait on the enchanted ground 2619|The warriors of the Night, 2619|To guard the gates of Dawn. 2619|For the foot of the Night, with folded hands, 2619|Frets at the rim of the shining land; 2619|Tangles of tangled vines, and pines, 2619|Sifts by the lonely streams, 2619|And moans in every hollow place, 2619|Falling like the ======================================== SAMPLE 42430 ======================================== 27336|Then I made my answer in a whisper: "Well, he is here. There's nothing but the 27336|But I saw in him some features that made my heart rejoice in the 27336|Then I whispered me to follow your car and follow you, 27336|And I followed you to the spot where you told me there sat 27336|Your brother, with his brother's sister 27336|(So it was called, because we were so very very much alike). 27336|So I saw you sitting there, and the car was quite in motion, 27336|And I said: "I'm yours." 27336|I was very sure he was going to say, "Do you remember 27336|In that little book that you wrote, with the words 27336|On the back, like they are all the words, and the numbers all 27336|Like to say, it was there, all the letters that stand for 27336|"The Book that She Used to Read in Bed with You." 27336|And I looked behind him, I turned my eyes away from him, 27336|And I said, "It's all too long to read over there." 27336|And the car was still in motion, and more rapidly faring, 27336|And I knew it was coming home. 27336|And the wheels were near a million miles, and the wheels of my soul 27336|Had been turned a million times. 27336|It's a very good thing, when a man is old and he is old indeed, 27336|That you should not try to be God's angel when Heaven is open, 27336|But go visit other angels where you are not seen by me. 27336|I'd like to see you; I wish I knew where you are hiding out. 27336|I'd like to sit with you on an arm chair, and we'd talk about 27336|The things God has in His keeping; and I think I'd tell you 27336|What He keeps in keeping with us. 27336|I'd like to sit there and watch the sun rise on the clouds, 27336|And take the clouds for clouds, and stand on the cloud-top-- 27336|Oh I wish I'd all that day have livelier eyes than yours! 27336|I'd watch all day the stars and the sky above us shine, 27336|And drink in all the beauty I had never yet seen, 27336|And never should see again. 27336|I've seen them all; and, in a word, the things your heart is doing 27336|Is what I now should have seen, and what I could do, too. 27336|What's so good about sorrow? 27336|I will have a child, 27336|And not forget 27336|The sorrows of other lives. 27336|When I was twenty-one 27336|I died to a man 27336|With whom I lived 27336|And had a house, 27336|And a garden, and many loves. 27336|I was old and fat, and lived 27336|Close to a great tree, 27336|And I'd sit there by the water 27336|And drink my lunch, 27336|While the winds went wild, a-singing-- 27336|"Oh, how glad were we, 27336|And what would we do 27336|By the great firelight in the hall!" 27336|And I think of what I was, 27336|And how old I seem, 27336|And I know I could have lived to be a man, 27336|But for sorrow. 27336|And I think of what my body was 27336|When my soul rose in agony 27336|And was made a bride. 27336|I think of the life that was mine, 27336|And the sorrows thereof, 27336|And what a life of love I had 27336|Without a drop of sorrow! 27336|The trees with their heavy arms 27336|Are aching for my death, 27336|And the winds are sighing 27336|For all the pain of life. 27336|How slowly the years go, 27336|Which I had waited a child; 27336|But I will be a man, and then-- 27336|I'll come again! . . 27336|What is there to be said, 27336|Or what must be done? 27336|We have lived a life of toil, 27336 ======================================== SAMPLE 42440 ======================================== 1365|We are in the open, and I must speak to him. 1365|But he has not come. No! He is far away. 1365|Look, how he comes! He is at our palace gate! 1365|He comes to see if I am well? He beckons me 1365|As one who never yet has walked with me! 1365|It is the stranger, I understand it well. 1365|You have seen him? I have seen him. 1365|No. 1365|He is strange. He is not as I have seen before, 1365|And yet I will not be angry with him, 1365|For when we went away for the last time, 1365|He came with his family with me in ship, 1365|And with my husband, and with the priest as well. 1365|But this is nothing new. 1365|In those days, 1365|I think; and this is nothing new, I think. 1365|He is a stranger. He has come among us. 1365|You do not mean it? 1365|We are not Christians, except that I suppose 1365|I am a Christian. And I love his mother 1365|As well as any Christian in the world, 1365|And I would have you to understand that I 1365|Am not so much at a loss for understanding; 1365|But I know you are not Christian, and to say 1365|That a stranger will come among us,--he comes 1365|To see if you are well and to say you are 1365|Still in your senses--he would say that you 1365|Were less Christian than yourself, and then say, 1365|"Go, pray now to the Almighty." 1365|Do not fear; 1365|He will not harm you; 1365|"God hath mercy on us." 1365|O, I like to see 1365|Those tears of a mother falling from you. 1365|You have no mother, I fear. 1365|And I had a mother, too. 1365|She was white 1365|As the apple in the spring. 1365|She was white; but a Christian woman 1365|Is white, even as a woman of Christ. 1365|How is it that we have here a Christian, 1365|And not an Arabian or Roman priest, 1365|Who comes among us? 1365|That is the thing. 1365|He is of the Roman Church, 1365|And was a priest for many years. 1365|O, you know it! There is no way, 1365|For the same story is repeated. 1365|And there are other Roman Catholic 1365|Who come among us. 1365|A great and holy Emperor 1365|Is among you; and this night we will sacrifice 1365|A little boy. We have great meaning for him 1365|If he is brought to us at a little age. 1365|Why should you not sacrifice a child 1365|To the great Father, as you will with him? 1365|He has a mother who can be your guide; 1365|Do you not hear her bidding? Do not speak! 1365|He needs her prayers, and there is hope for you. 1365|But if he shall die as you would have him die 1365|If he should die, and you would have him die! 1365|I have not done it, 1365|As he has done it. I will not suffer him! 1365|And I have said again 1365|And I will say again 1365|That I will not suffer! You are the father 1365|Of the little boy. Do you not know it? 1365|The child is my son! 1365|O, you know it! 1365|Then it is not right, but it is life! 1365|How can we suffer? How can we die? 1365|O, do I not know it! There are two 1365|Great rocks in the desert,--one in front, 1365|The other in a cross way leading from 1365|The desert? One of them is Roman; 1365|The one is not. The Roman would be thine! 1365|A strange thing happens in this desert 1365|When one comes near them. 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 42450 ======================================== 1365|That the earth is ready for the world's harvest, 1365|That the moonbeams and the stars are ready for man's future, 1365|That the sea is ready for all ships drawn from every place, 1365|That the sky is ready for the stars' and winds' moving, 1365|And that it may not be long before the world is gone. 1365|As we came on and came on, my lord, 1365|And came upon the earth; 1365|Whereon I gave good-morrow; 1365|Here, I gave good-evening. 1365|And here I am come hither to ask for leave, 1365|With words as soft and gentle as the dew, 1365|To follow you, O son of mine, 1365|Out of the city to come once more, 1365|In the moonlight, in the moonlight, to you! 1365|If, at such last, the moon, rising, sinks: 1365|By this ring, 1365|Here, at the gate, I wait, 1365|For my feet must follow behind you. 1365|And if I meet you there, O son of mine, 1365|It is but a shadow; for I am not. 1365|You think to find me after all, 1365|As you do, my son, of men of sense, 1365|To meet you as you stand before them, 1365|With that deep voice and radiant tresses, 1365|That flame of your own light in your face, 1365|Aflame for such at the fountains of fire, 1365|And ever to be followed by the flames 1365|Of your own fires. 1365|A man whose life has lived in the bright rays 1365|Of many loves. He had thought that in time 1365|He must rise up up again with the sun; 1365|And then, again he must arise up, and go 1365|And be known as by the law of the feast, 1365|The feast of the golden goose; 1365|And then again he must rise up again 1365|And come again, and then be known as by 1365|His own light in this ring of flames. 1365|I have read that the nightingale was the one who 1365|In that far time, in the time foretold by the Bible, 1365|Was doomed by a curse to the earth, and would not 1365|Make himself known, being dark and silent, 1365|Till the angels brought him to the door of the world. 1365|Ah! there he stands in this ring of flames, 1365|But in the light of the sun he is only a shadow. 1365|A black and shapeless mass of iridescent flame, 1365|And the heart of him is hidden in darkness, 1365|Since, while the other rings arouse him, he stands 1365|Waiting the uttermost joy, and the joy of the 1365|Gladness which is not sorrow, nor can be 1365|Except its sorrow be a thousand times, 1365|He stands, the one and only thing, 1365|Beside the tomb where the great martyrs sleep; 1365|And when from his heart is broken the curse 1365|Against God, and all the mysteries of the world 1365|Are broken up by a prophet, who says, 1365|"Now he hath found in his heart for once 1365|A spirit like unto God;" 1365|Then he will come, and when he sees the place, 1365|And sees them there all gathering together 1365|So like in form and fashion, that his thought 1365|Takes colour and shape of them, no longer the ghost 1365|Which once he met with or saw with wonder, 1365|Will he seem now in his flesh. 1365|And he will give to us 1365|A glimpse, I believe, of that white body 1365|And hair of the man in whom the angel 1365|Is written at the beginning of the book, 1365|Who is to come, not being hid from us. 1365|But that the reader will be better in doing so, 1365|He will go back into the world in which he stands, 1365|And look on that white body with those hair; 1365|And he will tell the man sitting with the sword, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 42460 ======================================== 4369|And I think I can hear the bells of the cathedral in his ear; 4369|When all the other men are like some olden thing, in their prime, 4369|You can see the face of the man behind the man. 4369|For I have heard that a time long ago in a far-away land 4369|We made love by the candlelight to some old flame of their own; 4369|And there is a song of our love in the air that still rings 4369|Through all the lives of the people. 4369|I do not know what it is that I do not know, 4369|But in spite of the knowledge that there is no certainty in life, 4369|In spite of the knowledge that there is some uncertainty in death, 4369|And that the world has no faith, and that we are all alone, 4369|I still think of the road that is going through my mind; 4369|I still think of the way that the dark road turns and glints, 4369|And I still think of the people standing in a crowd, 4369|And of the people standing in the road. 4369|When I am all alone and the world seems lost and strange, 4369|Do not leave your hand on my shoulder. 4369|When you are in the sun, always clasp your hands. 4369|For there is no peace, nor any hope, nor faith, nor God, 4369|When your face is on me, I cannot live. 4369|There is a shadow in the world to-day, of which I know not where, 4369|And it fills my life with a strange mysterious sadness, and it lifts 4369|me, with its mystery, and makes me afraid to breathe. 4369|It is like a forest. I am frightened to touch its boughs, 4369|It is like a mountain, whose high tops are so very white, 4369|And the green of its boughs seem as though they were afraid to shake, 4369|And the great trees tremble and tremble. 4369|And the huge trees tremble. 4369|And the great tree branches shake in the wind. 4369|O silver, silver clouds of the sky! O blue, blue tears that 4369|sweat through my heart and fill it with weeping! 4369|O silver, silver clouds of the sky! 4369|And the great clouds tremble in the distance, and the little cloud: 4369|"Oh why does the sky tremble and the sea cry?" 4369|The sun is like a little silver ball. 4369|The moon is like a ship that is steaming slowly. 4369|A little cloud of darkness is falling on the road, 4369|And I cannot let you leave me, and walk into the darkness. 4369|When I am all alone and the world seems lost and strange, 4369|Do not walk to the door of my room by the stair with a step 4369|With your fingers all full of the flowers, and you can hear only 4369|The music of the birds. 4369|I walk among them, but only the leaves; only the wind that goes 4369|screaming through the grass. 4369|It was beautiful in the spring when the sky and the earth 4369|were all just as they are to-day. 4369|There are now no grasses above me, and no trees to climb, 4369|There are now no flowers in May, but only grass and green leaves. 4369|When I have walked among the leaves, I can feel the earth, and the 4369|And a little cloud of darkness fills all the sky with weeping, 4369|But I know that the air will be bright because of the sun, who 4369|is now shining everywhere. 4369|When the clouds are like a little cloud--and the grass is 4369|like a little grass--and the wind is like a little wind--and 4369|the clouds are silent and motionless-- 4369|A little wind will be the little wind that dances among the 4369|plaints of the flowers of yesterday. 4369|It is so beautiful and I love it. 4369|For now in my heart I am always walking. 4369|It is so beautiful and I am walking. 4369|When the rain is on the grass and the wind is in the trees-- 4369|The clouds are only a little distance away. 4369|Then I can hear ======================================== SAMPLE 42470 ======================================== 8187|The day is here, and all the world's as bright 8187|As morning's light, that breaks thro' skies so bright, 8187|And fills the heart and lights the lamp of hope. 8187|When first in spring my mother's face with grace 8187|Was cast around one summer's happy noon; 8187|And still, as bright as when her youthful grace 8187|Was just the same, so fair, how swift it fled, 8187|So beauteous was her lovely form and face, 8187|As then, in youth and beauty, thro' the years,-- 8187|A life that was to be--I cried it out, 8187|And said, "Alas! no more, if this be so, 8187|"The time has come when love and beauty part; 8187|"Love, that at first hath changeless power to move, 8187|"Is changed by age, and life is then no more!" 8187|The day is here--my soul's all in array, 8187|To-morrow's day, whose glories are but few, 8187|In all that glory, no false glitter would be, 8187|From this sweet hour on,--but I was not meant 8187|To live to-day, till all the past is gone! 8187|'Tis only fitting that, like thee, I should be 8187|Forgot of earth and henceforth of remembrance; 8187|Nor is remembrance such a blessing, tho' 8187|To lose it were a blight, as to forget it. 8187|If thus it were that life and all its joy 8187|Are but the phantom of a soul in tears,-- 8187|Of a love lost, in which each cloud of mirth 8187|Is but a sparkling streamlet like the South, 8187|To wash the wither'd flowers of summer's prime, 8187|Tasting of the sun's last dew,--oh, 'tis not so! 8187|But, haply, in these years of transient bloom, 8187|When, all too bright, the sun shines but once every year, 8187|It may be that some cloud of memory, thrown 8187|At once away, with every passing year 8187|Will fill the soul with a deep feeling of light; 8187|And that tho' a void there be in the heart, 8187|That loves _here_--yet scarce can take its flight, 8187|I 'll not be _in_ the same spot as I was, 8187|Forgetting that my life hath been a dream, 8187|Nor that my soul has left it thus in tears. 8187|The days of summer and the days of spring 8187|And blooming summer's richest leaves that wave 8187|In every breeze that visits these lone glades; 8187|The lovely blooms that gather on the bough 8187|Of every thorn, that kiss their brighten­t lips, 8187|And blush o'er the green spots where they are strown, 8187|When first the sun his golden lids deign to lift,-- 8187|These days are but an April sunset to me; 8187|In them the sweetest and most splendid are-- 8187|The time when May is here in every breeze, 8187|When hearts and spirits are a moment enlit, 8187|And joy is o'er each one like the dawn of day. 8187|The springtime, when each leaf and every bud 8187|By turns is waking, and each flower that's blown 8187|Is living or lying dropt in the bosom 8187|Of some young heart, like a light that 's been sent 8187|Of some lone maiden from her angel-lord; 8187|'Tis the sweet time, tho' time itself abhorrs it-- 8187|And when we see the springtime fading fast, 8187|How sweet to remember that its beauty is 8187|Of love and not of cares, and that the time 8187|Is but an April sunset to me-- 8187|That we are here, and henceforth _shall_ remain 8187|The whole of each heart's eternity. 8187|And the whole time, thou sweetest hour of a life, 8187|Shalt _never_ depart. 8187|That time when all that I loved was but a name, 8187|A cloud, that ======================================== SAMPLE 42480 ======================================== 16686|I'm in a box, and there is a lovely box, 16686|And I've the key to it, and only I can see! 16686|The light is flaring in the grate, is nothing to me; 16686|I only wear the garment of the sun, 16686|And through the air I pass, and then I seem to pass, 16686|And in the sky I rise, and then I seem to rise. 16686|I am a star, and I have come unto a star, 16686|And I am the same, but now I am a different thing. 16686|I am a song, and, like the song, I cannot die, 16686|And every one I pass makes me greater than before, 16686|As one by one the stars sink down, as though they were weeping, 16686|"Oh that you would go back, and see my stars," they sigh. 16686|Oh, the sea, the sea! 16686|I sail on the wind, 16686|The waves roll higher, higher, higher, 16686|I sing to the sound of their song-- 16686|Oh, the sea, the sea! 16686|I have a ship, it is full of treasure 16686|Of little blue pillows, 16686|I've bought a bunch of garlands sweet to see 16686|The smiles of the little children--they. 16686|The little blue pillows are filled 16686|With golden treasures, 16686|I've bought a bunch of garlands sweet to see 16686|The smiles of the little children. 16686|Oh, the little blue pillows are filled 16686|With golden treasures; 16686|They're very soft, with silky curls, 16686|Like a sea-shell shell. 16686|I've bought a bunch of garlands sweet to see 16686|The smiles of the little children, why? 16686|For the little children are very bright. 16686|They'll laugh at the play 16686|And the pretty playthings-- 16686|They're very soft, with silky curls, 16686|Like a sea-shell shell. 16686|Oh, the little blue pillows are filled 16686|With golden treasures; 16686|I've bought a bunch of garlands sweet to see 16686|The smiles of the little children, I. 16686|It's a merry, merry world, 16686|The sea is the sea, 16686|With the billows green, 16686|Then the billows gray, 16686|And the icebergs dark, 16686|And the snow the colors. 16686|I'll look to the billows for ships, 16686|And the icebergs for boats, 16686|And the sea shall be my kingdom, 16686|With naught of care. 16686|When the sea-bird is singing, 16686|Then my heart doth sing, 16686|Oh, my heart is singing, 16686|While the snow is lying, 16686|With the billows gray. 16686|A little baby is smiling, 16686|And the smile is so sweet, 16686|I love to see the baby smiling, 16686|It makes my hair stand on end. 16686|It is just my baby, 16686|I never was told it meant me. 16686|And so I smile, for it is strange, 16686|I never heard of you, baby, 16686|Or any one for that matter, 16686|Until you came and smiled on me. 16686|I'm happy, happy, happy, baby; 16686|But, O be seated for me. 16686|You're just as happy as angels; 16686|And there's a reason why. 16686|You love to be so very white, 16686|Yes, and so I'll make you white, 16686|And sit on your little little breast, 16686|And have a grand, grand, grand white cradle. 16686|The sea is as still as death, 16686|When I lay you down to sleep; 16686|Though up and away with the wind 16686|It scuds from the sea. 16686|It scuds, but I stay close at hand, 16686|And close to my breast beside you, 16686|Where the blue sea-shells cling. 16686|I lean, I lean, and ======================================== SAMPLE 42490 ======================================== 18396|When the wind blew in the morning; 18396|When the sky was all cloudless, 18396|The woods were all green, 18396|And our hearts were free, 18396|So we flew o'er the heather, 18396|And we were fain! 18396|We had not fear for aught that we said or did, 18396|For fear was a thing for dreamers, not for you; 18396|But we were a happy thing, that flight, my dear, 18396|And the greenwood was ever in view. 18396|The first that we saw was the beech in spring-- 18396|The bay that was growing there-- 18396|Its bark on the hill, and the river below, 18396|Then came the birch and the willow; 18396|And now came the poplar, and its shade o'er the green, 18396|And now came the alder tall, and the poplar high. 18396|The heather was all a-blush for that shower, 18396|The alder and heather, for fear is the best; 18396|And I felt the alder blush, which is kinder 18396|Than him of yore, when love was our lot. 18396|There is a sweet, a fragrant, a heavenly flower, 18396|That oft to us the heavenly breath of the Spring; 18396|And the light that is in that flower is the Sun, 18396|Whose beams are as fragrant as he. 18396|That other land of the far-off is our own 18396|When the sun in our hearts in his summer ascend, 18396|And our home is the wood of the poplar tall, 18396|And we are the heathery poplar tree. 18396|The fauns that dwell in the vale of Glen Lomond, 18396|Upon their haunts and their haunts' desire, 18396|Have fled the blithe, happy haunts and the bowery glen, 18396|For there the fauns of the brier-bed are free; 18396|But we, as we roam the green-wood yon, 18396|Are our own fauns--gave they not work enough? 18396|And we look to the wandering-stars where the wild-brier clings, 18396|And look for the spring in our hearts yet warm; 18396|And we call to the fauns from our bowery glens, 18396|When the Spring is not on the gladsome plain; 18396|But the wild-brier flowers blooming as now lie 18396|On the lawn, and the flowers of the birch and the heather 18396|Blossom as heretofore on no other spot; 18396|And they bloom because the Spring is in flower! 18396|And we turn our hearts from the sun's mild smile, 18396|And we turn not the other way to our part, 18396|When we see the brier-bushes in spring full bloom; 18396|And we think of the mirth and the gaiety 18396|That was to us wont in the days of old, 18396|When our bowery glen was the heart of the wood, 18396|And our bowery window the heart of the city! 18396|And as we look to the world's rude frown, 18396|We turn to our own brier-beds in a smile; 18396|And the Spring has come back like a stranger, our friend, 18396|In the shape of a bird that sings most sweet. 18396|O, when the woods were most full of growth, 18396|And the heather tall, 18396|I took the brooch I loved so well 18396|And went to dine. 18396|But soon, too soon, a dainty found 18396|My loving bosom was wet; 18396|I said, "O love, this brooch is dearer 18396|Than all the store I have. 18396|"But, ah! I have the heart of a thief, 18396|And this eye of a fool, 18396|I dare not say to such a one, 18396|'I am as much your own true lover'"-- 18396|But no, he had stolen the cuckoo song! 18396|O, 'twas the ======================================== SAMPLE 42500 ======================================== 22374|You must get out of my way. But let me say--and I must say,-- 22374|When you're there, I must give a good deal more than I can spend; 22374|And I mean _that_, which a friend and a lover, a dear girl and boy, 22374|A _dear_ young man, a _kindred soul_ and a _kindred heart_ and a 22374|I dare say, I would love to be that little lady, 22374|And I think I would love you, dear, in our house here 22374|And I think I would love you also--and we two could live 22374|Just in our house, my dear, so just--you and I. 22374|The sea is blue and the leaves are red, 22374|And the brooks run on with their song. 22374|I hear each quiver of the breeze 22374|That stirs the sea-foam. 22374|My heart in my bosom is full, 22374|I hear the surf run wild, 22374|And feel a flush as of joyance 22374|As beats the sea, and beats it well. 22374|And what are the words that you speak, 22374|My little maiden dear? 22374|Why have you put into my heart 22374|A passion that cannot rest, 22374|And what would become of my life, 22374|If you, my sweet, should say: 22374|A rose in the spring, 22374|That falls and fades away: 22374|A song upon its lips, 22374|And all in a day or two 22374|Cannot bring back again. 22374|My heart is full, my little maiden, 22374|That falls and fades away; 22374|But something seems to melt within 22374|The bosom of the sea;-- 22374|And that is love. 22374|You never can say, 22374|When you have come to her, "He is dead," 22374|"He is lying where sinks the prows;" 22374|But when at last, I think 22374|You will understand-- 22374|Where, where can he be, my dear, 22374|Without a tear or a sigh? 22374|You never can know, dear, 22374|When you have come to her, "He left me;" 22374|"He went farther than he ever could;" 22374|"I nevermore can reach his heart;" 22374|But when at last, I think, you may 22374|Know somewhere, somewhere,- 22374|And, somehow, there is peace-- 22374|(How do you think it shall be with you?- 22374|You, poor, long-suffering heart!) 22374|That he is no more at home 22374|Where is the sweetest place, 22374|Where is the sweetest sound? 22374|Here is your garden,--how small! 22374|Here is the sun and the flowers; 22374|Here are your lovely children,-- 22374|But you have gone beyond them 22374|(You, poor, long-suffering heart!) 22374|There is a sea-cliff on the far West 22374|And a land where men dwell in castles now-- 22374|The land of castles, the island of sleep, 22374|And a thousand castles and castles for me. 22374|There are castles and castles in this place, 22374|In that island of the dark and the sea-spray 22374|That lies all around us, a thousand castles strong, 22374|And, if I am a man, they say I've seen more castles than these 22374|For the love and the pride of man's heart that must be theirs. 22374|When the sea-spray is over, when the sun has set, 22374|And the stars are coming back with the darkness to light; 22374|When you hear the great sea roar and the wind and the waves, 22374|While the night is a phantom ship sailing in the night. 22374|Then you will hear so mournfully the voices of mothers 22374|(How do they know when their children are sleeping?) 22374|And they'll be whispering to it, "Far-away, far-away!" 22374|But the dream will cease to mock at the things that he says, 22374|And a mother will lift ======================================== SAMPLE 42510 ======================================== 615|Had not the Prince, without her warrant'd part, 615|With all his might and main, had driven the maid 615|With all his might and main, had driven the maid; 615|Away with her, and to his vessel take, 615|Loathing, the goodly damsel and the maid; 615|But having made his prize for this and that 615|(As was his wont) return; and, not one maid 615|For other was so fair, but in a breath 615|Had vanished from the hall, and all was hushed. 615|"And now, in very deed, that night, was hush'd 615|The tumult, or the music, or the rave, 615|From day to day, till with a solemn pause 615|It now was mute: till last, without a sound, 615|All silence; save the river's gentle swell, 615|And, where, in midst of earth, the grass did lie, 615|Beneath a silver moon, and with its course 615|Through trees and bushes, in the leafy air, 615|The sky's green scale with clouds was bright and dight. 615|"A damsel, with good horse, which was in good case, 615|I do suspect of beauty, on that night, 615|And made her my escort (for of good horse 615|I was in good part endowed) wherewith, 615|To bear the maiden to the palace, fair 615|And noble was to mount the palace floor. 615|But, as to have a guard without a guard, 615|Is not a cause for wonder, but for praise; 615|The maid, as well as she was damsel, seemed 615|The very thing that was a knight in fee. 615|"I, and my horse, and every attendant 615|Of my company, and all my company, 615|Were, next, embarked upon the morning tide, 615|From where the land was distant in a degree. 615|Thence, in the little port wherein we lay, 615|I bade them loose me, and the ship was steered: 615|I then to my comrades and the land convey 615|My body forthwards, which were on board borne. 615|"Thence we were by the river's bank conveyed, 615|Where my company, and I, stood by each 615|To watch our warding from the adverse blast, 615|Till I should come to Spain; then, on a shore 615|I made it, by the signal of a voice. 615|I saw my lady with her train before; 615|And, as the wind with greater speed did blow, 615|Our journey was secure; nor could one be 615|Humbled to see the maiden near us there, 615|And with her company. She led the dame 615|To a high tower, the place of her abode, 615|Where a new bark was laid; and her they view 615|So happy and so high that none should be, 615|Who had not found the maid the better maid." 615|From this fair city of the Orient, whence 615|In recent days were to the Orient-sea 615|Returning, was she borne in order due 615|From the white city of Alcina's kin, (1), 615|Where was born King Dardinel, for her sake 615|Of one who to her father was her wife. 615|This was the ancient name of that fair land, 615|And, so the story says, of the noble blood, 615|For which the royal Marzucco bore among 615|His noble daughters, of so great a size 615|That he can say he hath seen none like her fair, 615|Nor other of the nymphs, whom he is bred 615|To honour in his forest, and whose fame 615|Is like that of Dian and the nymphs, the store 615|Of which they are; and hence the damsel told, 615|Not with the name of Cynthia, but of nay, 615|As she was ever call'd by the name. 615|Yet, as her lineage, and those who bore, 615|The same which we will speak of in our song. 615|With her the damsel went to see the peer, 615|Who had been robbed; but when away the peer 615|Was, she, of him dead, as had been fore-told, 615|By a spirit (so that he was in the wrong) 615|(As he ======================================== SAMPLE 42520 ======================================== 8187|While every bird, and every tree is mute. 8187|Yet still some bright and glorious song, 8187|Where all the birds can surely be 8187|Bearing each to each and each to each. 8187|The world so long since lay in dust, 8187|The world, I trust, shall rise again. 8187|The heart of man was never made, 8187|To move the stately creatures of the woods, 8187|But a wild woodpecker, who, 8187|Away, and away, with bounding speed, 8187|With wings of golden color swept 8187|His way to where the lark, 8187|At her blue summer joyance, 8187|Her love o'er the mountains singing, 8187|Lights her gay fire-side, 8187|And over meads and mossy ways, 8187|And over fields of silver-green corn, 8187|Where the birds in early dancing go. 8187|But while I saw, and marked, 8187|His song and his flying, 8187|The man himself, and all his tribe, 8187|All deserted me, 8187|For well he knew, tho' I kept still, 8187|From such a prey, such a prey should fly. 8187|Tho' I, from such an prey, was flown. 8187|The man himself flew from me. 8187|"He is my friend; 8187|"He loves me more, 8187|"Than birds can love, and men can do;" 8187|So I said to the youth. 8187|But the youth, with eyes afeard, 8187|And with his wings extended, 8187|Pursued my flying feet, and flew away-- 8187|And we met no more. 8187|Now in the forest, once again, I go, 8187|There, where, by the light of purest truth, 8187|I speak the truth, that, in my youth, 8187|I oft have found to be 8187|An odious false philosophy, 8187|But ever since, 'tis true as truth can be. 8187|The only one, that I believe 8187|In the life of life, and that's all I know, 8187|Whose spirit is ever in tune 8187|With the mighty powers that move beneath,-- 8187|Is the youthful, young, 8187|Young, beautiful, 8187|Mighty-hearted, mighty-gifted youth, 8187|Who sings to me his song of love so sweet, 8187|As I sing to my love in the forest there. 8187|But the youth, so true and brave, 8187|So full of noble fire, 8187|So full of the hope that never dies, 8187|Sings the song of a man's love for his wife. 8187|But I, who am false, 8187|False, and scornful, 8187|Who worship at all 8187|The beautiful, or some old maid or man;-- 8187|I, who have never seen 8187|A single trace 8187|Of what is most true in the great world round, 8187|In the lofty sky, 8187|In the clouds at night, 8187|Or in a single town of men to feed!-- 8187|I, who the world admire, 8187|But can but despise, 8187|The man that should say, 8187|Like a man, that no man's heart, or eye, 8187|Is full of the beauty, and truth of the bride! 8187|Hark to the song I hear, 8187|Singing by the wood, 8187|The music of spring's 8187|In the blue spring day, 8187|When, the wild birds singing together, 8187|The flowers and leaves, 8187|Are mingling their odors together, 8187|As the birds sing to the light. 8187|Hark! the song again, 8187|Singing by the Wood.-- 8187|Who is it singing so gayly there? 8187|Is it she?--oh, no, no, 'tis she! 8187|Hark! the birds, that have left their sleep 8187|To sing together, 8187|In silence singing in the light. 8187|All ======================================== SAMPLE 42530 ======================================== 37752|The man who comes of man! 37752|He who is not in the flesh, 37752|He who was never, never 37752|Saved by the sword, 37752|He who is not mortal, never 37752|Saved by the spear, 37752|And this life, that is but a form 37752|Of the Infinite, 37752|Of the unutterable, ever 37752|Saved by the soul. 37752|And life is the life of thee, O King, and the life of man, and the life 37752|Of the life of man, 37752|For life is the life of man and the living of life and the 37752|the life of man. 37752|And love is the love of heaven and the love of heaven and the love 37752|of man, 37752|For love is the love of heaven and the love of man and the 37752|life of man. 37752|Then look in my face, you with the soul of me, and turn your 37752|eyes from me and do not turn, like a spirit, from me; and let me 37752|be, 37752|You, and smile to me, and turn your face from me, and turn 37752|your voice from my name, and take my hand and be mine, and be 37752|I swear to you and give you all my life, as you have sworn; 37752|Take it, and be my mouth, I swear. 37752|I swear. 37752|I've sworn, and I'll do it. 37752|So many little oaths in this world 37752|Were left undone by their weak man's weakness: 37752|My oath is now. 37752|I've sworn and I will, and I have sworn. 37752|My heart is a-singing, love, my heart is a-throbbing, 37752|My word is a-breaking, my love is a-waking: 37752|And the sky is a-glowing, love, and the sea is a-waving, 37752|And the trees are a-wavering, O love, and my heart is a-breaking. 37752|My oath is now. 37752|I have taken his oath; 37752|In my oath I have sworn, in my oath I have sworn. 37752|O take him, love,--in this strange world,--behold, 37752|He knows not of the death that is waiting him; 37752|In my oath I have sworn. 37752|His promise was that he'd go out to the war, 37752|(And the night came and waned and wung), 37752|He'd go out where the dead were marching in, 37752|And the sorrow and the woe was over. 37752|He said he'd die, as he thought, that night; 37752|He said he'd die in his bed; 37752|Yet he's lying there--and the battle-tide's come, 37752|And our hearts' a-tide, too, O love! 37752|O my love! and your life I've kissed, 37752|But my soul has broken the vow; 37752|If I could undo the deed, and go 37752|And strike down love on his path, 37752|'Twill make the world more fair to me, 37752|Make me no less his true wife. 37752|O let this love remain, forsooth, 37752|Until our love is done, 37752|Until we find our love is just 37752|In the bounding of each limb. 37752|Let this love stay in my heart, I pray, 37752|Till my love is pure and just, 37752|Till the heart is firm and fair and free 37752|From a wound that's in my love's. 37752|Let this love dwell alone in my heart, 37752|Till that heart is true and strong, 37752|Till it strikes the king-fall to the ground; 37752|Till its king-ward-touch brings death: 37752|Then it's clean to God above. 37752|O love me, love! Love me, love! 37752|O my love, my heart's desire, 37752|Love me first, for Love shall die, 37752|And his queen shall be my bride. 37752|Truly ======================================== SAMPLE 42540 ======================================== 1279|And a' their gaudy pomp. 1279|She is my Jane, and she has got 1279|A kind of clatter, gabbling tongue, 1279|But I like her best o' the loud 1279|She runs aye like a bub' braw-- 1279|In a' her pretty wily ways. 1279|She runs aye true--says as I dree, 1279|She'll live with a' the warl' till dee, 1279|And then she'll be my Jane. 1279|My dear Sir, I know ye well, 1279|Though ye hae tane for nane; 1279|But what o' gin we gat o' gin 1279|Or o' gowd we scap't our lane. 1279|As I was poising remigh 1279|To get frae my o'er, 1279|Ye did me a chield an' mine, 1279|And kidded me my ay. 1279|To a' the Tents I march'd 1279|The lads did me dew, 1279|In a' the fields we had ado, 1279|Bech'ry ane nor ten. 1279|Gaed to the harvests waukin, 1279|An' looked to the thairrick sea, 1279|But it's "scoop as it will, 1279|I'm tewit to Iver," Jim. 1279|We've tappit a neighing kirk 1279|In a' the district larkie, 1279|And skirlit frae leis' toil, 1279|By hand or by ring. 1279|I saw the lads go by, 1279|An' aften gang doun-- 1279|For nane could wrang my wi', 1279|For nane could wrang my wi' me. 1279|They were as leuk o' a rauキd rookie: 1279|But to my wondering wi' these 1279|They'd been, I s'pose, like the Lark. 1279|But the gleg thowlets they had there, 1279|For our o' mind-bogging joy, 1279|They'd brought a dozen at a day, 1279|They'd brought a dozen at a day. 1279|They had tould a dozen a day, 1279|And they'd told a dozen a day, 1279|They'd told a dozen a day: 1279|They had nae waur to wrang their wi', 1279|They had nae waur to wrang my wi' them. 1279|I saw the deevil they befell, 1279|By sic a tappit job: 1279|But I'll be sic: there! sic a tappit job! 1279|Till I get off them scaists an' bluds 1279|An' ca's them saus' o' land. 1279|Anither, whase herds the mair than mine, 1279|Or a' the lasses know; 1279|That was their pride, their pride, till they saw me 1279|A deevil-driven. 1279|And they beheld my manly manly man, 1279|My dusky, brownie man, 1279|A sweir, an' auld an' wi' the deil 1279|An' sairlie dirty things. 1279|Sae auld an' waurie he was sairlie- 1279|An' I my ain-withered agean; 1279|But weel-faur frae my heart I wat her, 1279|Sae blacklike in his face. 1279|'For a' the sea,' she says, 'and a' the wind, 1279|We're Ours--and that's my creed, 1279|When a' my best landlady's awa, 1279|I'm the better for her.' 1279|Now, Jim, for ane a' thae, I'll be bound, 1279|When a' my landlady's awa, 1279|I'll be sic: I'm the better for her, 1279|An' sic, a' yon, she say. 1279|Oh, a' the war ======================================== SAMPLE 42550 ======================================== 29700|He's only one of that black brood 29700|That prowls in dark Esthwaite grove, 29700|Or in the shadowy glen. 29700|The other dark companions 29700|Who lurk beneath the rock, 29700|I never see, for when I come to the spot 29700|They cannot be, nor will be. 29700|No foe would dare to meet them then, 29700|Save one, the giant gray, 29700|I hate the other, for the look, 29700|The voice of fear, and strength that lives 29700|In memory of those days. 29700|"But thou art a little bird, and I am a goodly man, 29700|Who live in the oak to-night; 29700|I had but little thought thereof, I dare to say, 29700|When I dreamed of a wondrous thing. 29700|"I dream'd of a wondrous thing, but I could dream none-where, 29700|Of a wondrous door that leadeth to a starry sky, 29700|And a door of wonder wide. 29700|"And there we shall enter the door, and hear the voice of it 29700|Who was never yet lost, 29700|And who with all his people returned to the land of men. 29700|"We are to stay here together in the woods and the gray stone 29700|And the hearth and the fire and the stone; 29700|And if thou have a heart to hear, I shall bring him again, 29700|"Or be quicken'd to the vision, as I saw it arise, 29700|When we waited in wonderment. 29700|"The oak was green and sweetly the wind murmur'd as sweetly, 29700|And the wind was so fair that all our hearts did beat, 29700|And we never can fall in love any more, we will be 29700|And I went, and when I went, I knew not how, but I thought 29700|There was a star was near us, and no longer I wait in vain." 29700|Frolic birds alighting as we pass'd 29700|By the light of the setting sun; 29700|And ever onward in the dewy morn 29700|We saw, with a fleeting glance and a sigh, 29700|A shadow that flew. 29700|A bird came flying on our right 29700|By the setting sun to the wood 29700|And lightly to the shining stream; 29700|And we could hear its songs in the hollow 29700|As it move'd by our pathway past, 29700|And the birds did their devotions 29700|And we wept. 29700|On the left we came into heaven 29700|With a vision of blue skies and skies blue, 29700|And we knew by the light that shone so clear 29700|The shadows all were gone. 29700|All day we journey'd on in a daze, 29700|And my heart was merry on every hand, 29700|And I wept not, I wept not, nor sighed 29700|When I saw the sun so suddenly 29700|Glow with bright red. 29700|As the leaves in the morning shed, 29700|In the morning of life, a glory, 29700|How the sun is shining, 29700|Dawning so lately upon you 29700|And upon me. 29700|I am not afraid when the world is hid in night, 29700|For the darkness of the years that lie behind is gone; 29700|I am not afraid when the stars in their courses are sped, 29700|They cannot harm me. 29700|I am not afraid when the great world grows so small, 29700|And when we grow so old that we know not to rejoice; 29700|In a time like this when the soul is so tired of life, 29700|Let us sit and weep. 29700|For I saw you in your summer dress ride by, 29700|Gazing at all things with eyes of love and awe, 29700|And with lips that did not sigh, as she said had been, 29700|Till she said she was blest. 29700|And I said to her, "O summer friend, you know, 29700|How beautiful and what happy hours for you! 29700|And now you tell me I wear not mourning, 29700|Though ======================================== SAMPLE 42560 ======================================== 29357|A friend of mine, from Haverhill, 29357|His business was to make guns, 29357|"This gun was made by Messis," 29357|Said one of his fellows. 29357|Said another, "I remember him, 29357|He made guns like these." 29357|"That's he; that's the big gun!" 29357|"I saw him in the hayfield, 29357|In a long procession, 29357|He was making guns, too, 29357|As straight as a tree!" 29357|And other folk said, "He's making them 29357|As smooth as a bow! 29357|I've seen him, too, in the wars, 29357|But never a smooth-bore!" 29357|So the gun was bought, too, 29357|But the friend I loved to death 29357|Has been turned out of market, 29357|And I'll buy another, too, 29357|To make me another. 29357|I'm going out, like a madman, 29357|For I am one of those that is driven to madness, 29357|To think of dying for my country and country's cause. 29357|With his little hands, of a truth, 29357|And his strong heart, he made up his mind 29357|On a day that would bring disaster to France, 29357|In the name of God and of the flag. 29357|The flag that is so beautiful and bright in he sky. 29357|"Dear boys," he cried, "the time is flying fast, 29357|Our father the King is laid in his tomb." 29357|With a roar the schoolmaster ran out, 29357|"Put a rag upon his head - 29357|Some one has fallen in the street there - 29357|That's a fearful sign for the school." 29357|And soon as the child stood up as if to pray, 29357|The child made a sign to the boy, 29357|And the two cried out, too busy to speak, 29357|"O, by the stars! By the stars, and by the sea!" 29357|But they knew the sign, and the boy and girl, 29357|They looked up to the blue and gold, 29357|And they cried as they heard it, "That's the King!" 29357|And a deep sigh escaped them then, 29357|For that grave, grave sign upon the ground 29357|Showed where one had fallen in the fighting, 29357|And now that it's safe and the sun is high, 29357|We'll carry on with the story of that day. 29357|A little boy, the oldest 29357|Of a household of ten, 29357|Was the first to volunteer,-- 29357|His very best to his teacher. 29357|He could read just as well 29357|The story of the play, 29357|As any other child; 29357|But he said, "I'll read the _sign_, 29357|'Tis the pledge that I'll sign." 29357|He did not hesitate, 29357|And said, "Go and sign for me: 29357|It reads, in no simple case, 29357|The pledge is written right." 29357|They were the first,--I saw them, 29357|I saw the year begin; 29357|And I have always wondered,-- 29357|Had a suspicion, too, 29357|How the world would answer when 29357|Poor Jacky was ill; 29357|And, as a kind friend would help, 29357|Would nurse his infant sore, 29357|And try the means his friends might use, 29357|In little Jacky's behalf. 29357|But it was long,--it was two 29357|Year ago, when Jacky lived,-- 29357|And the world's great sun to-day 29357|Shone through a frosty cloud, 29357|And, like a beacon bright 29357|To guide the weary feet, 29357|Shone up above the trees 29357|To say, "It's half-past two." 29357|It's so long since we've met, 29357|And so many years away; 29357|But I can remember 29357|How we used to meet. 29357|How we used to meet, 29357| ======================================== SAMPLE 42570 ======================================== 1166|The day the air was still again, 1166|The snow lay on the grass at last, 1166|The clouds crept through the skies again. 1166|I met the man one day; 1166|I gave him my hand; 1166|I looked a little way 1166|And gave my head the push 1166|Back to the lady next me. 1166|I looked a little further 1166|And in the street there grew 1166|A little tree. 1166|There was a little tree. 1166|Some woman came a-walking, 1166|Her voice had a strange sweetness, 1166|And for an instant she stopped 1166|Her tiny steps to listen. 1166|She could not speak it well. 1166|For all her baby eyes 1166|Was the dark of the sky on the water 1166|And the pale-green of the leaves on the tree. 1166|She was so young and so beautiful 1166|That I could not help but gaze 1166|Through my startled sightless eyes. 1166|A woman walking by the railway station 1166|Was speaking to me in a whisper. 1166|I felt as though I pressed against me 1166|A silent kiss, and I could feel it 1166|In my neck and throat. And then, 1166|In a little while, my lips ceased their whispering, 1166|And the voice was gone. And that was all! 1166|I have been looking for you all the day. 1166|The sun has been up, the sun has been down. 1166|The wind has been sleeping by the river 1166|When my sweet pet cat runs down the stairs. 1166|The wind has been breaking in the trees, 1166|When the sun has been shining in the sky. 1166|The wind has been breaking and sighing 1166|When the sun has been shining at my face. 1166|The wind has been shouting in the street, 1166|When nothing can break through the darkness. 1166|I have been standing all the day long 1166|And it is not till the sun has gone down. 1166|I have been lying on the road last night, 1166|I had so much to drink; 1166|The people and the world seems nothing, 1166|But everything is only there for you. 1166|I was not born this way, I know, 1166|And I have had to go through this, too; 1166|But now, in the end, when you are dead, 1166|I think that I have been as you were. 1166|I said that I would never leave you, 1166|But I did not dare to say no. 1166|I will not lie awake all night long, 1166|And dream about the world and you. 1166|The sunlight shone on your face, 1166|The wind blew through the window 1166|And the rain came down the stair. 1166|I took the road just as I found it 1166|And the houses lay by the road. 1166|My heart was waiting for the rain, 1166|And my hand had to go back. 1166|They said I must have courage, 1166|But it's the other way with me -- 1166|I have been walking all the day long 1166|And it's the other way with me, 1166|I have been laying out the cloth, 1166|And it's the other way with me. 1166|When the leaves are falling and the grass is wet, 1166|When the sky is dark with a weight of rain 1166|And the wind is sighing and wailing and wailing, 1166|Then I think that God knows what to do 1166|With all the thoughts and dreams I have let 1166|Into His world, and for him I try 1166|To sew them into some kind of song. 1166|When the day is done and the day is done 1166|And shadows grow across the sky, 1166|I sit in my room and think that I 1166|Am walking in the dead of the night. 1166|All the stars have gone away 1166|One by one, and the snowclouds 1166|Drowse in the warmth of the light. 1166|The wind goes whimpering to my 1166|Silent door. ======================================== SAMPLE 42580 ======================================== 38520|"I know not where I shall get aught now 38520|Of comfort so much missed in heaven,-- 38520|Yet, being a man, I feel, when you 38520|Say you shall go, you really mean it; 38520|I shall have something to keep me down; 38520|I have no little store of gold,-- 38520|'Tis to be grateful for it all." 38520|The heart of youth, if never wholly dead, 38520|And being strong enough to know and see 38520|That all the world that is to come is done, 38520|Can still the waters of its grief and woe. 38520|But he who loves not youth, nor ever has 38520|A glimpse of hope, be he all young and strong, 38520|Shall never be wholly good. His eye, too, 38520|Is filled with death,--the night is closing round, 38520|Night, night, the world and his dark future lie 38520|In dark embrace; nor can the soul hope to move 38520|Away from the dark. And if his hand should slip, 38520|He need not sigh, or even look at all; 38520|The darkness over his body was cast, 38520|And death-watching is a duty to be done. 38520|One morning, as he sat in his cool place 38520|And read his name aloud, the poet heard 38520|A woman's voice, and, blushing to be near, 38520|He answered, "I--" and stood motionless. The voice 38520|Replied, "Then say 'twas I--" and he fell dead. 38520|Ah, who is this that speaks and flouts us, 38520|This man with all his talk of life and fame, 38520|In whom the very words he uses 38520|Only prove that they are hollow as old, 38520|And all his poems but dead melodies 38520|As lifeless as the grass beneath their feet? 38520|O, who is this man? How can we tell 38520|If he, alas! too naturally, too soon, 38520|Pants of a dream, or the dews of heaven, 38520|Or else the breath of morning blow through 38520|The lily-pads which cover him so well? 38520|O, who is this man? What is his use? 38520|What is his chance of wealth? What is his place 38520|Upon the throne? Who is this man? Where is 38520|One who could speak like him? Who should read 38520|With him and understand him so to-day? 38520|We must needs trust him, and let slip for him 38520|The golden sceptre, and forget to praise. 38520|What knows he save the words we use to him 38520|Of God? 'Tis idle to suppose he knows 38520|Aught of life; our hearts must teach us better; 38520|They touch our souls the first touch left behind. 38520|What is his name? Where is his birthplace? 38520|Is this the man that wrote some trifle of thought 38520|And set his name, o'er all the words of men, 38520|Above the rest of the poets of this age, 38520|On their bards who must write most; this, o'er all, 38520|Is the man who speaks and writes in a book; 38520|It never had done so. His verses, 38520|When they come, come in a voice like honey:-- 38520|With a song in his eyes and a song in his voice, 38520|And a song in his pen; a trifle of rhyme, 38520|A song without a rhyme, and in all 38520|That verse a star that leaps amid the mists, 38520|And in a song without a song. 'Tis he; 38520|'Tis the man; 'tis he the poets call great; 38520|'Tis he the poets call great in the pages 38520|And the reviews, though the poets should stand for 38520|Every man on their own names' names. 38520|"If you like the man I am going to call poet, 38520|There's something in the music in my voice, O! 38520|When I have done with that, and to you, O! 38520|A song ======================================== SAMPLE 42590 ======================================== 3228|The last of it all it is worth,-- 3228|The old song that's sung from year to year, 3228|The love, the faith and the faith and the doubt, - 3228|The old song that's sung when spring is nigh. 3228|It is a song of love, of faith and of hope, 3228|Of God's long love, that, full and strong, 3228|Is in the sky and is in our souls. 3228|It is that old song with a touch of sadness, 3228|And a touch of hope's own grief, 3228|The old song that makes you love a friend. 3228|It is that old song that I hear in dreams, 3228|When you and I were still young, 3228|And I and my friend were young and strong and gay. 3228|No doubt I can tell 't by the way you look, 3228|But how do I know? A poet's tongue 3228|Has never learned or can pronounce 3228|The name that fills my bosom. 3228|How well it suits your ways, and your sunny ways, 3228|So sweet with the words of love, 3228|And a way of loving that is no ways divining! 3228|The heart that you love has given 3228|To me, my dear friend, a gift of its heart, 3228|And 't is the old song for me, 3228|As it is always true. 3228|A song of God, of God's love 3228|And light and power, and joy. 3228|In his great love and power 3228|His love, the world's, is the same; 3228|In His love all men sing, 3228|And have their hearts in His hands. 3228|And when the world's darkness 3228|And darkness with the world 3228|Have left the heavens a-bloom 3228|We have no word to say 3228|Of that dim day of light. 3228|But let the darken and blind 3228|With the shadow and the night, 3228|That we, in the light, may see 3228|How love can light the world when we call in doubt His Light! 3232|_Farewell, O stranger! 3232|The earth is more beautiful 3232|Than the sunlit skies that shine 3232|Over yonder mountain blue. 3232|Love dwelt with her, and the world was bright. 3232|He had reaped his early harvest. 3232|The spring was fresh and the year was fair! 3232|Farewell! 3232|O, that home and heart are thine 3232|When to-day is over, thy to-morrows. 3232|O, that life and thee meet, 3232|When the world grows darker, and the heart more worn: 3232|For the sake of a dear old time-honored friend, 3232|Who shall never remember the joys of his youth 3232|With his young heart filled. 3232|Farewell, old friend! 3232|The earth is more beautiful 3232|Than the sunlit skies that shine 3232|Over yonder mountain blue! 3232|O, farewell for ever-- 3232|Yea--for ever--farewell 3232|To that dear old time-honored friend. 3232|The morning sun, like an eye of gold, is born in the clear skies, 3232|On my breast the clouds are flying like smoke from the incense-hale 3232|Rose, the morning sun that does not quench his light, is born to-day. 3232|The earth grows old with her love, and her sorrow is overborne. 3232|The morning sun looks forth and sees her face with his radiant eye. 3232|The earth groweth old with her love, and her sorrow is overblown. 3232|O, where is the song that was heard 3232|Beneath the summer trees? 3232|Where the sweet and bitter songs that were sung, 3232|While Earth writhed with heat, and God was silent? 3232|O, I would sing it again! 3232|We have heard it long ago; 3232|We have seen it burn bright at birth, 3232|And it is dead to all who never saw it. 3232|O, I ======================================== SAMPLE 42600 ======================================== I have seen the day 22803|When our old world was all my pride, 22803|And I must pass, with years declining, 22803|Its lonely beach forsaken. 22803|That was another world, and now I 22803|Am but that other one! 22803|"There is no heaven on high," said the saintly 22803|but little good in a world of trouble; 22803|And then he bowed his brow, and prayed, "Be thou, 22803|Who do account my sin and sorrow 22803|The price of perfect joy." 22803|"Not till we see Thee," the Lord answered to 22803|the saint, "will mine eye grow dim. 22803|"Go thy ways on earth, and there, be sure, 22803|I will be near thee. Take my grace 22803|In waking and in going day by day, 22803|In every thing and every hour, 22803|And make my joy supreme, and hold 22803|Thee by the right hand evermore." 22803|Then, as a man besought for Christ's sake to go 22803|And wash his wounds, he went and gave His body to 22803|the Church; to one of the chosen, the Lord 22803|made life everlasting; to another 22803|His spirit took, and he was called his Son 22803|in his great name--Son of the Living Word-- 22803|and his name is glory. 22803|And in his life and death he never could 22803|be less faithful, or more near to Christ, for 22803|he looked abroad, and saw in the depths of 22803|God's will and capacity, how it was 22803|done, and how it was accomplished. 22803|But, for all this, it is little to praise him, for 22803|this man who goes with all his fame, 22803|But in the far-off realms of death and dearth, 22803|and death and dearth, is not more near to God, for 22803|He is the only good man and least! 22803|"A man's not one wound that's worth the telling," 22803|said the man with the black eye. 22803|"O what a little one is he," said the 22803|old man of the eyes, "who sits and gazes, 22803|and gazes, and gazes, and gazes, 22803|with his little cloud of little cloud, 22803|on that little cloud of hair and beard." 22803|"What is the meaning of it?" 22803|the young man said. "Is it that he can see 22803|things that we cannot, and know-- 22803|things that we do not?--how should he 22803|believe it lies between so small a thing 22803|as a little cloud of little beard?" 22803|"Yea, yea," said the old man, and looked 22803|forward. "What you tell me is true." 22803|"Ay," said the man with the dim mien, "it is 22803|true. If a man can see, 22803|and do, and know, and feel, and do. 22803|What is it, then?" 22803|"Is it because your eye is so small 22803|and your eye so large 22803|That you see everything well, and everything 22803|is fair 22803|And your mind and body and soul are good 22803|enough? Do you see me well content?" 22803|"You may," said the old man. "But why 22803|tell me this at all?" said the young man, 22803|curious in that your eye so large? 22803|"I see so many, so much, and some," 22803|said the old man. "For the soul that you 22803|have taught me, it is as much a man's 22803|worth as your eye so large." 22803|"Ay, ay," said the young man, "what 22803|means your soul is as much yours as 22803|body or mind? I see so few things 22803|and so much of gold, 22803|And you say 'it is fair'--what means that?" 22803|"O little cloud of little hairs," said 22803|the old man, "I am sure I cannot tell; 22803|but why should ======================================== SAMPLE 42610 ======================================== 9579|The heart of that lone warrior lies; 9579|From his pale temples drops the rill, 9579|The sacred fountain of his soul! 9579|The old men bowed; and he said, 9579|"I had a daughter once, 9579|But long since was married her._" 9579|No more of that; for evermore 9579|The voice is heard resounding round 9579|On truth's eternal throne, 9579|And round us where we tread, 9579|The voice of man is heard repeating, 9579|Lo! where she stands before us, 9579|Our brother Man of the Mountains! 9579|The voice, the sign, the vesture, 9579|The sign that hath its cause in Heaven, 9579|The vesture that blesses man! 9579|"Oh, lift me up," the woman said, 9579|"From the dust, oh Lord!" 9579|"And bring me up," replied the Man, 9579|"Out of the dust, oh Lord!" 9579|"Yea, lift me up," the man replied, 9579|"Out of the dust"-- 9579|"And bring me up," the man replied, 9579|"From the dust, oh Lord!" 9579|The angel touched her hand, 9579|The hand so slender and white, 9579|The hand of Mary white; 9579|And all Israel answered, Amen; 9579|And she was lifted up, 9579|Out of the dust,--ye thrice blest! 9579|O mother! hear her moan, 9579|O Israel! hear her cry! 9579|Thy sorrows are our sorrows, 9579|Thy moan a moan of awe 9579|Calls from the pit of night. 9579|We are but rites performed 9579|To keep the Sabbatean, 9579|High Heaven's dread and only,-- 9579|The realm of God. 9579|To the earth then the man lifted her, 9579|As upward he moved, 9579|Maimed and bowed, with brow on backpack 9579|Bent down to pray. 9579|The manna fell on dregs, 9579|And heaped the dust about his feet; 9579|But she no whit defied 9579|The bridle-end that softened down 9579|From the Judge's rod. 9579|She turned, the angel took her by the hand, 9579|And led her slowly where 9579|He did receive her; and to him 9579|The stranger bowed his face. 9779|"Mother, I am of the people; 9779|"And this is why I am here below." 9779|"'T is true" she answered, "I know thy ways; 9779|But this is all of thee,-- 9779|Thy self, thou knowest not; and yet, 9779|I am of thy tribe. 9779|"Thy hair is gray and sere, 9779|Thy face is wintry-wrought, 9779|Thy eyes are wet with winter snow-- 9779|Thou art of the frost and heat,-- 9779|Yea, of the cold." 9779|The Angel spoke no more, 9779|She only answered thus: 9779|"I am thy mother, and am of the tribe of the toiling Chinee, 9779|And I had rather trade my heart for the gold mine extended 9779|Than wed thy brother." 9779|As in the dark a moth floats skyward 9779|Glad in its carou and gay in its plumage, 9779|So flew the maiden to her lover, 9779|But lost her flight in the silent arms of her lover; 9779|Then on his breast her lightest feather she laid, 9779|But found no tongue for it, and found no mouth for it, 9779|For on her cheek the tear rolled down like a flood. 9779|But the man was undaunted; for while before 9779|His heart beat only for the love of his sweet, 9779|There stirred within his eye a thought of higher value, 9779|And in his cheek a flush o' the rosier boyhood's tinge. 9779|"I had rather trade my heart for the gold mine expanded, 9779| ======================================== SAMPLE 42620 ======================================== 8789|To find the secret passage, was of better mood; 8789|For at this distance all attention seems to wag; 8789|And thus I speak, that you believe me wiser far 8789|Than wise, unless upon my errand sent. Of those 8789|Who journey lightly on the earth, and breath 8789|Unutterable talk, concerning the zone 8789|Around the neck of Saint John, who so loved 8789|To bend the bearing of his venerable head, 8789|From him 'tis wont to lead the way: and, as 'twere 8789|To him were known, from him 'tis known to all. 8789|Christians and proud, with perverse opinion 8789|Pleading the low, have never of that world 8789|Had witness, nor look'd upon the truth, which shows 8789|Another Gospel equal to the NT. Adorable 8789|The Ox, which once the Brindle-spot of Rome 8789|Did grace with her virtuous name, now shrink'd and pawed, 8789|Proud of her skirt, and pined for her original loveliness. 8789|Now dowered with sight and touch of heavenly light, 8789|Two spirits, duly chosen by his Hand, 8789|Avenged his people's wounds, and recompensed 8789|Their industriousness in agony past. 8789| "The twofold vaunt of prudence and of strength." 8789|Bishops are sometimes supposed to inhabit 8789|In one church both night and day. See Note to l. 4 of 8789| The original readings are, _The good Shepherd_, _the holy_ 8789| The literal sense is, that the twofold vaunt is of prudence, and of 8789|strength, as well as of vision and vision of the act of God. 8789|L'Allegro, Sat, 1. 8789| The poem runs: "I was alone, and her empty shade 8789|Forsook me, and to God fled." L'Allegro, Sat, 4. 8789|This last assertion, however, is to be observed exactly, when 8789|he speaks of "forsaken me"; and the whole "forsaken" seems 8789|to have reference to the Church, not himself. Saint Hilda is evidently 8789|applied here only to Dante's fancy: to Dante's vision of 8789|Hilda's image is a shadow in the opera-glass, or, as we say, 8789|"forsook her;" and the meaning is precisely the same. 8789|The sense is, that in whose shade the Lover of the Martyr is 8789|found. 8789|Of all that lie within, 8789|This last is the bond, 8789|To thee I send it, which shall sever 8789|At the root its bond, e'en as I have said. 8789|But for the other, it needs must be 8789|Never too closely kissed. For the Serpent's seat 8789|Is itself the home of every evil thing. 8789|Cast into our own, we all there one grief 8789|Meet and ofttimes fierce, until the just weigh 8789|Reproachfully our perfidy. But this 8789|Now may we close with head reclined, and say, 8789|To which of two ways Heaven with Earth does comb 8789|The ties which bind us. Those, which Nature makes 8789|Between herself and Her creatures, tie 8789|The heart most tightly. Those which Nature moulds 8789|By Deity, more loosened are the ties, 8789|That gather to themselves and strongly bind. 8789|"These," thus we to ourselves and silent turn, 8789|"Our own innocence in this ourselves do know, 8789|And how frail is that connection, which doth bind 8789|The books of nature, writing, or of God; 8789|So that this also we may do without, 8789|If to supplicate Thee." Such the tone 8789|Of the good Shepherd, as if conversing 8789|With himself, he spake.--And I beheld 8789|In his look understanding, wisdom, love, 8789|And favour, as he related, from the hand 8789|In which the seal was won. "Oft does the sower 8789|Find in the ======================================== SAMPLE 42630 ======================================== 1471|The sun and you-- 1471|The moon and you-- 1471|The moon and me-- 1471|In a little room 1471|We two 1471|With a little child 1471|By my side -- 1471|What do you know 1471|Of the secret of my heart? 1471|When do I find it? 1471|The day -- the day! 1471|When do I find it? 1471|What do you love about it? 1471|The night -- the night! 1471|When do I find it? 1471|What is love to me? 1471|The love of a child; 1471|A passion and care, 1471|A care enough for my soul, 1471|And a child with her eyes 1471|And a passion for her 1471|When she laughs and says the wrong things to you. 1471|And what are love to me, 1471|If I lose my child? 1471|Then I shall be a man! 1471|_I_ shall have the child! 1471|_I_ shall be what she says! 1471|To have the child! ... 1471|I see the light, and I turn again 1471|Of the days gone by, 1471|When I knew no fear, 1471|I had no reason to be afraid; 1471|But I could have an awful dream 1471|About a little child that was good, 1471|And loved but its mother. 1471|About a little child that could see 1471|The wonder of the world, and know 1471|The mystery of every face,-- 1471|And so go look-- 1471|Go gaze into the eyes of God 1471|And read the mystery in them. 1471|About the little child that I knew, 1471|That had a name, 1471|That was not only _my_ child, but ME. 1471|How could the dream be true 1471|About the little child I loved? 1471|And wherefore was it so I loved, 1471|If it had no more light -- 1471|Had no more light than a dream? 1471|I did not love -- 1471|I do not love, 1471|I only know how much I knew her when 1471|The air was full of flowers to her, 1471|When life and her were as one 1471|In the sea and sky. 1471|Now I only know, 1471|In the deeps of memory of things -- 1471|And the words of the years -- do fade 1471|And die. 1471|Where the roses bloom you see, 1471|And where your mouth the kisses made, 1471|And where they fade like pale flowers. 1471|And where their lives do go -- 1471|Like dreams when light is not, 1471|As they lie, pale roses, on the plain! 1471|I know that when a little child, 1471|I had a little thing that cried. 1471|And when I told him to sleep 1471|He answered with his eyes. 1471|And when I taught him to sleep, 1471|He told me stories. 1471|And when his mother came to stay 1471|She never said "No" -- she only said 1471|"How do you like your new d----?" 1471|His mother, my mother, said, 1471|"Ah, do not stare! 1471|He has such queer fingers, don't you see?" 1471|But I, a child a-dreams, never said 1471|"No, he has my fingers!" 1471|And when I told my mother 1471|He'd never play with her fingers again 1471|She always said "How do they do?" 1471|And when I told my sister 1471|His mother didn't care, he said "Well, 1471|That is, if you don't mind." 1471|But when I tried "Yes" 1471|He'd run out, jump in the sink, and then 1471|And say in his wildest whisper, "How does it feel 1471|To be--my mother's--own mother?" 1471|And when I told my father 1471|"Why, how do you like your new d----d hand?" ======================================== SAMPLE 42640 ======================================== 29345|The old man thought to stay and watch them. 29345|There were five of them--two of them were boys. 29345|"I'll talk with Annie now," he said, in a tone 29345|That was like a cold wave, "and after tea, 29345|If Annie will get us to the ferry. 29345|The Ferryman is kind enough to spare 29345|Annie's little cabin, and he'll have all he needs 29345|Of running out errands for me, and Annie dear, 29345|Who lives here is his sister, and if she is here 29345|It's Annie." 29345|Annie rose and started toward the door, 29345|Walking at a brisk. "Here's my mother," she said, 29345|"Wings a hand to let me in?" 29345|"That's not Annie. That's my mother." 29345|"What have you been?" 29345|"Watching to make sure that no ghosts were in. 29345|I found a box of matches under the bed. 29345|I think the firemen must be here to-day." 29345|"No firemen, and no firemen." 29345|"A curious sight!" 29345|"I don't care to know. I want to see her face." 29345|"And, Annie, I can go now." 29345|"You must. And you'll go up now with the others 29345|To tell about the little fire we have been keeping." 29345|"It makes no difference." 29345|"I'm sorry." 29345|"You are just as sad as I am." 29345|"I'm sorry, too." 29345|"I have a bad conscience. I will pray again." 29345|"You can't pray for any of us." 29345|He thought it over for a little space, then said: 29345|"I'm tired of praying for these things, and you 29345|Will go with me. It's time. Come up. Let's go home." 29345|They did. 29345|"What shall we do?" 29345|"We're going on a long walk. We can't do much walking now, 29345|But I can tell you what I know--it's a shame for you 29345|To be among the living when the dead should be away. 29345|It isn't fair; it's what they'd give us to do. 29345|We won't be good things for anything to keep us here. 29345|If Annie had some--the only one of them--in case 29345|She had to live a year and maybe not go back-- 29345|She has a girl I'd like to live with when she's changed her home, 29345|And as for that. She wants to go to school. You know 29345|That, Annie, you are as dear to me for the girl 29345|As if you'd lived a year and gone and been a year with us. 29345|That is why I don't envy you, when you have gone home. 29345|You see what this little girl's been. I wonder what kind 29345|She would have made of living with us all, as I'd have done 29345|If Annie had some anyhow." 29345|"I don't envy anything, but she's lived a year. 29345|I've let her pass, and she wouldn't let me let her live, 29345|So we are going on a long walk, to make a new start." 29345|At that the old man's heart seemed to go reeling. "Don't you 29345|Know what it is! You see the little tiny girl 29345|Lit with the fire of faith that she has got to grow up 29345|To be-- 29345|Don't you know what it is? 29345|"Who knows what else? We may all live to be the same. 29345|But if she's not one of us, Annie, you can blame it too. 29345|You knew she could be, you know that, Annie--not she. 29345|You didn't let her pass, you took care of me then; 29345|You'd think you'd let her pass once she was right in your way. 29345|Why not? Why, why, dear child; why can't you say you've 29345|"Why don't you let her pass?" 29345 ======================================== SAMPLE 42650 ======================================== 4369|At the same time it is sad; 4369|It reminds me of things I forget. 4369|With the memory of a sorrowful yearning, 4369|As a little bird in the sun 4369|To a far-off water, 4369|I seek my lost love, 4369|And the blue sky of heaven over her darksome! 4369|The sun goes down.... 4369|The night of sadness 4369|Is over-run with the ghostly mist of tears! 4369|In the heart's chamber 4369|Of the soul that is broken it is too late. 4369|Then all the ghosts of my long sorrow 4369|Draw near me to whisper: 4369|"I have witnessed the ending 4369|Of your day! 4369|"And now the time must be decided 4369|Which is loss or gain to you? 4369|When you heard my voice 4369|You did not rise, 4369|"But in a moment's space 4369|You fled from here 4369|Into a place 4369|Where all the birds of the air 4369|Were crying out for your life. 4369|You did not come 4369|Nor startle nor beg 4369|To play with the wild beasts that stung. 4369|All became confused 4369|As you left the place. 4369|It was lost-- 4369|It was lost-- 4369|Lost, lost! Your heart must still be beating! 4369|And I, only I know why: 4369|It is that it is true that it rains. 4369|Rails and stones and wood, 4369|Butter is eaten by cows, 4369|Cakes are left by sheep; 4369|Weep the grass, 4369|Butter is eaten by cows, 4369|Butter is eaten by cows! 4369|Hither and thither grows a hornet 4369|On the lawn. 4369|Here it stands, 4369|And there it stings, 4369|And sometimes it stings. 4369|I do not sleep 4369|In a tent: 4369|I live a life of walking, 4369|Swinging, weaving, 4369|In a caravan; 4369|But never the sound 4369|Of a hornet comes: 4369|I have a tent, 4369|In the garden gate 4369|I sleep the hours 4369|Abandoned to the will 4369|My alarm hours. 4369|And then I come 4369|And sit by the lamp. 4369|But then as soon 4369|I go to sleep 4369|I am awakened. 4369|And then I wake 4369|At the sight 4369|Of a hornet's wings 4369|In the deeps 4369|Where I dwell. 4369|I never sleep! 4369|I dance on the balcony 4369|Of my bed. 4369|The night falls. 4369|The clock on the wall 4369|Shakes, and the day, 4369|The sun, lies red 4369|On the green fields 4369|Among the hills, 4369|Under a gold sky. 4369|I move the ring 4369|On my finger 4369|In the air. 4369|The wind blows: 4369|A noise of feet, 4369|And hands! 4369|I hear them pass, 4369|Shrieking, 4369|And move on 4369|In the air. 4369|The rain comes. 4369|The rain falls-- 4369|And the wind whistles-- 4369|And scatters 4369|Flames on the roof. 4369|I turn. 4369|Ah, the little 4369|Loves 4369|On the grass! 4369|Ah, the larks, 4369|Hurriedly flying 4369|Out of the blue! 4369|The wind whistles-- 4369|Faint sounds 4369|Dissipate. 4369|But I never 4369|Sleep in my bed... 4369|I sing all day, 4369|In my tent, 4369|Over the stars, in the blue of nights! 4369|My heart ======================================== SAMPLE 42660 ======================================== 24605|"God damn thyself for such a deed of lust, 24605|Be not deceived, thy self for thy sin 24605|Gave in the name of God." 24605|"No harm had I done, 24605|Heaven gav'st me good-will; it biddeth me 24605|To show true affection; 24605|To God I give my trust 24605|That he be true and true in him to the end." 24605|"It is the Lord's commandment. Do as He will, 24605|Thou shalt receive thy reward." 24605|"How can I do _this_, when I knew no greater crime, 24605|Than to love thee?" -- 24605|"O'erruling thy desires, O thou most happy man! 24605|And, now I know thy faithless crime, I know, too, the law 24605|Of God, which thou with thy heart must follow still. 24605|"Thy sinned against it, therefore, in doing this, 24605|And to the end thou makest it a crime never more. 24605|Thyself thou canst take care of, and from hence 24605|Thy sin and punishment follow me no more." 24605|"If the Lord commands, I do obey, Lord." 24605|"My Lord and Goddess, thou hast bade me take the law, 24605|And let me follow my guilty sin." 24605|"Away with thee, fool! for I have found in this 24605|A help in God, and 'tis the work of God alone." 24605|"But I am now commanded--and if I disobey, 24605|My sins will I incur till I give in my pain. 24605|"My sins are all mine; my fate is in the Lord, 24605|My sins and misery follow my disobedience." 24605|"Now that I obey, why should my love abdicate?" 24605|"Why, to abdicate? No other man but God." 24605|"Be still my faith; it is not so much for fault 24605|As it is for sin, though sorrows may ensue." 24605|O Thou, that didst send the lightning bolt, 24605|The lightning of Thy power, 24605|And sent the thunderbolts of heaven, 24605|And sent Thy love in all its blasts, 24605|Hast sent me with my thoughts on high, 24605|With thoughts the skies must answer. 24605|And I, oh God, am weary still, 24605|For I could not rest till I was given 24605|The privilege of dying here; 24605|And thus, to mark my grief o'er, 24605|Thy loving, merciful breath 24605|Makes bitter death my dower. 24605|The Lord has sent a blessing wide; 24605|My sins no more can me confound; 24605|His mercy still for me remain. 24605|"For ever, O Lord, our God of love, 24605|My thoughts must ever be 24605|In prayers and blessings still to thee 24605|The same as when we heard thee come; 24605|For it is hard to keep to our laws, 24605|But to obey without a flaw. 24605|To live in love as I did long, 24605|To love with heart and mind, 24605|And still obey if so thou will. 24605|"I think on thee, God, and now prepare 24605|To pay my portion sure 24605|Of debts thy mercies yet shall lend; 24605|The same is mine to-day" 24605|This man may die, yet he is not changed, 24605|Yet must the world confess 24605|Our sins were what they were. 24605|No fault I see, no sin; it cannot hurt 24605|My heart, for I can heal them all. 24605|Yet still 'tis curious that no soul 24605|In pity should be moved and moved, 24605|And, in the midst of all our tears, 24605|We must all give up the ghost. 24605|And it is sad to see the sad, but how 24605|The sorrowful make merry! 24605|To see each cloud, that we may not embrace 24605|Like clouds, and so create a mirth, 24605|Fills us ======================================== SAMPLE 42670 ======================================== 27663|The soul's fairest, to the lover true.-- 27663|Nor are there things too high, nor things too low, 27663|To please the sweetly sorrowing crowd! 27663|The gilded wheel, and painted statue, 27663|The minuet, and the chaunting bird, 27663|With all the charms a mourner longs 27663|To hear, and ne'er enjoy again. 27663|The happy lover's fond address, 27663|The cheerful household's joy, and health; 27663|Then come not near my lonely heart, 27663|Nor to my eyes those happy eyes, 27663|But with this thought of grateful praise 27663|Attend the poet's thankless flight, 27663|Till he his source, in lonely heaviness 27663|To the lone realm of exile rise. 27663|_From the "Measure R"; with a facsimile."_ 27663|THE _Muse_. By _Alisterio_ ANDRIL DE VO _Printed, 27663|To W. C. GROTEMUND, ESQ., OF WALNUTSIDE, N. Y. (_First_ 27663|"THERE is in Nature all great and good 27663|Designed by the Hand Divine; 27663|And all her works are great and high 27663|Established on Experience's rule; 27663|Then try our power and claim our own, 27663|That all Things are not right alone." 27663|I was first taught to love a Maid 27663|By my own Lady's Hand divine; 27663|But when that lovely Youth was gone, 27663|I left my young Heir unblest. 27663|O the ills I endured to prove 27663|My choice of this faire Maid! 27663|Now, whither shall I fly to hide 27663|The stains that Honour's hand hath done? 27663|My choice, of Beauty's fairest Fruit, 27663|Which neither lust, nor force, nor tempest, 27663|Can alter nor can blight. 27663|Then, in this dreaded hour when cries 27663|I hear, from Court and Court!-- 27663|How may my Fancy meet these ills, 27663|Which Time will neither bear nor show? 27663|Nor to the brawling World appear 27663|My short-lived days; nor may mine eyes 27663|With fonder joy discover 27663|The Youth I mourn'd to leave behind, 27663|Yet wished his days would end awhile. 27663|And will his memory's rays 27663|Resumed, bright as when, unseen, 27663|He shin'd a Youth, that would have shone 27663|As bright as he hath shone thus far? 27663|To _all_ marriages, the fault may be 27663|Mature, perhaps, but to _me_. 27663|Now, what has Love to do with _This_? 27663|In _This_ no love, no hope, no love. 27663|Yet in its stead I see a love, 27663|And hope in it, though Hope decay; 27663|The heart of Youth, when cold Despair 27663|With cold despair, and with cold Time, 27663|My grief not yet, no more to tell, 27663|Its last sad tale to Memory. 27663|What of my _Partner's_ hopes? and who, 27663|When I shall die, can then dismiss 27663|The only hope my _Partner's_ had, 27663|Or to the World, as _Heir_, can show? 27663|Nor _I_, my _Bride's_ Child, can tell, 27663|In this sad situation, so 27663|A tender Love, so sweet, so fair, 27663|The grief, which my _Bride's_ own can be, 27663|And not more bright; nor can the wish 27663|Of my _Bride_ more bright, or her, explain. 27663|The _Beauty_ of a Maid will breed 27663|Such warm, so sweet, so innocent, 27663|As never Virtue or Truth 27663|Loyalty or Honour should dishonour. 27663|In vain, O Woman, in thy pride, 27663|Thy lust of wealth, and pride of state, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 42680 ======================================== 8187|With a most lovely, silent, sweet, 8187|I'll bid adieu to all the rest. 8187|"Thou shalt be free, my love, to roam 8187|"Through the forest and the vale. 8187|"Be this our life--this ring, my love? 8187|"Let me be true to thee, 8187|"I'll be true till the night shall close, 8187|"Or till life's over--never!" 8187|That night at the Inn she sallied forth, 8187|And as night fell the moon shone over her, 8187|Though for love of the old, sweet, heavenly star, 8187|In the heart of each moon it had shone for her. 8187|There they sat by the candle, 8187|While the rain, a gusty sound, 8187|Pealed down the dark stair; 8187|And a fairy-like light 8187|Illumed the room. 8187|When Love came in that eve, 8187|"Oh, I'm come here to stay!" 8187|Sang the nightingale--and so did she, 8187|For the night was o'er, 8187|And the roses looked as red 8187|As if their dew. 8187|But the nightingale and I 8187|Were as true as truth can be; 8187|And he never meant to rove 8187|So far hence to stay. 8187|When Love came in that eve, 8187|"Oh, I'm come here to stay!" 8187|Sang the nightingale--and so did she, 8187|For the night was o'er, 8187|And the roses looked as bright 8187|As if their dew. 8187|What is the meaning of this ring, 8187|With the golden clasp, 8187|And the hendofeather tied so dear, 8187|And the heather hanging down in rows? 8187|And this with the words, "Love came in!" 8187|Oh, my love, it _is_ a dreadful thing! 8187|I see by the sunset's shade, 8187|You're safe from harm or cold; 8187|And there's a chain of gold you wear, 8187|On which men's eyes may meet. 8187|But you must not take, my deary, in spite 8187|Of its dreadful message to this mind; 8187|You've but a few days, I know, to live; 8187|And, after that, they'll be _my_ curse. 8187|_His_ curse!--if e'er it came, I never 8187|Shall see _another_, that _so_ much rarer! 8187|And so, I've bid you, you'll say, farewell, 8187|And kiss the ring, and bid me good-night. 8187|Oh, my darling, I am torn with fear; 8187|And every feeling that beats a slave 8187|So near the gods--it seems I'm near thee. 8187|But, ah! as if I spoke the word, 8187|Thy father's sword goes gleaming on 8187|Thy hand. 8187|But--my Love! in what a state of misery, 8187|Are we! 8187|If death for our crime were a prayer, 8187|We should be weeping far worse tears; 8187|For never, since the world began, 8187|Have mortals, like thee, a wish to die. 8187|But no! for, _such_ a one can bear 8187|No woe but what 'twill call his own,-- 8187|An angel, like my son of bliss, 8187|His life shall linger round with me. 8187|No, no--for in _our_ case too sore 8187|Is the loss of thee, no wish of thine. 8187|Think not, my sweet, in death to rest, 8187|Thou'dst not wish to lie for ever by 8187|Another's side--but, like thee, to _rise_ 8187|To the fair skies where thy sweet dreams, 8187|Like the lark's, fly o'er the dewy morn, 8187|And give the world once more its song. 8187|And tho' ======================================== SAMPLE 42690 ======================================== 1727|{51} {52} This passage, it seems, is the "Muse of Aumale", and not 1727|O son of Oron, who hast been so long faithful to thy 1727|brother, and to me, I am going back to Aulis with the 1727|fatal ship, and bidding thee stay. Come with me to my mansion 1727|that I may put you in a proper place. Be not angry when 1727|you see me--for we two should rather be together 1727|than without you, so that all the gods of heaven may grieve 1727|against us. I will give thee the mule that thou hast made 1727|for thee, and the ox and ass thou makest ready by the 1727|well side of thee. These shall you bring back with thee to the 1727|Myrrha house, and thou shalt bring back the two maids with 1727|which thou hast made ready." 1727|"If thou wilt have me, then," answered Ulysses, "it was not right that 1727|I should refuse another's wish; for he who would marry whom he 1727|loved but should first make sure of his liking and let him 1727|knock at the door and get permission first. Do therefore as I 1727|have bidden me, and fetch the stranger into the house; and if 1727|I am to be kind to him, let me give him a rich dowry of 1727|chattels, as also as much gold as thou canst give to a stranger 1727|without being out of sight of him. And as for this maiden, I will 1727|give him her and all that is his, but tell her to come with me 1727|to my palace when the other maids have mingled their 1727|cloaths. I will give him a chamber in my house, and will give him 1727|a bed by day and a fair wardrobe by night. I will give him, 1727|after the suitors have paid their offerings and cast lots for 1727|the good of the bridegroom, twice as much as I gave to the other 1727|suitors,--four hundreds of silver and six pence, and he shall 1727|have a trunk full of good things, which you may eat with him, 1727|for he has the best of beds at all times. What has happened to my 1727|old father Jove? He has been much on his travels since I left 1727|his mansion, for he is about as far as you can see, so far as 1727|there is any man in the whole world to set him in mind. He died 1727|an hundred and twenty years ago, and was a renowned and 1727|vulgarly surnamed Ulysses: yet he did not stay in his home 1727|too long, but went straight to the city of Laertes to see if he 1727|could get any news of his friend, and as soon as he did so 1727|he took refuge with Penelope in the shelter of this wretched 1727|sheep-fold. There he learnt the truth of all the rumours I 1727|had told him, and he came back to his own country with news 1727|which no one thereafter ever told him. He came on the very day 1727|I told him of my having gone to the house of Odysseus as a 1727|vessel en route from Troy to Pylos, and he came back much 1727|worse than when I came, for all his riches had been burnt all 1727|together, and his wife and children with him. His daughter 1727|Luthona, whom he had got at a very early age to wife, and 1727|raised in her father's house ere she became beautiful enough 1727|to make him famous, had by some unfortunate chance fallen in love 1727|with her own brother Antiphates, son of the richest and most 1727|ambitious licentious Laomedon, who had twenty daughters and 1727|twenty sons to the young man. These other suitors made at 1727|once for Odysseus every one of them who wooed him, and the 1727|shepherds came with a force of twelve dogs to keep them from 1727|making off with his estate. The richest and most haughtiest of 1727|the suitors, Echeneus son of bold Pylaeus, stripped the wool ======================================== SAMPLE 42700 ======================================== 24269|He gave thee to a son, whom name Eurymachus 24269|He named thee, not ignorant that his birth was far 24269|From hence, and that beneath a cloud of woes, 24269|Sightless and witless, thou at Crete didst wait. 24269|My son! if I can make thee a man for to reign 24269|Over a state so prosperous, rich, and fair, 24269|Who will obey thee? yet my will is such, 24269|Thou couldst not; and, as for _me_, my heart is sad. 24269|For, though this time I may be well supplied, 24269|And though I may well refresh the cup of all, 24269|Yet will I still complain to thee and to all. 24269|But see, Ulysses' ship is there, prepared, 24269|The ship of Gods, on which the gifts shall arrive 24269|Of heavenly seer, and to my son he says 24269|That now shall be the way, and that the way 24269|Is easy: when I go, my son shall bring 24269|My vessel to the shore; he will proceed. 24269|To him, therefore, will his own will command. 24269|With one consent, all, then agree, that thou 24269|By his own pleasure and his own command 24269|Shall rule the seer of Crete; so shall be 24269|The rule. Thou gav'st him thus in charge, who knows 24269|The seasons, and foretold thy future bliss. 24269|For ne'er to me seems gladness so secure, 24269|But now I feel it, and now scarce can shun it. 24269|For who, my parent! could have thought, of yore, 24269|That thou the royal sceptre shouldst resign, 24269|And to a second mortal's sway submit 24269|The sceptre of the brazen-helmed Gods! 24269|But come--give me, I entreat thee, thy hand, 24269|My father's strength, to subdue the people all. 24269|She, meantime, herself, the seer, would fain 24269|Have given thee, but, that I may well descry 24269|Thy wishes; but, if, O father! thou 24269|Depart not yet, a moment let me hear 24269|This little tidings which the seer will whisper. 24269|The people now, their assembly met, arise, 24269|My son! with speed ascend to town, they say, 24269|That on it all may assemble, and all- 24269|To all- the Gods, the Goddesses of heav'n. 24269|She spake, and them obedient listen all, 24269|And straight to Pentheus, by a raven-hounds 24269|And dogs commanded, brought an armed band. 24269|They, bearing in each hand a brazen spear, 24269|And swords, their masters, hastened on the sound; 24269|They led him to a grove, then held him seated 24269|Upon a rock and plac'd him on the ground, 24269|And with a sign and scourge the nymph began. 24269|Cease thou, Ulysses, stay; nor let me see 24269|Such impious deed, lest haply I should fear 24269|The Gods, to whom I would most credence give 24269|In such a cause, if of a sudden wrath 24269|Escape from Circe they should suspect, and die. 24269|So saying, they cast the brazen spear, the sword, 24269|Then, pressing close beside, their chief instructed 24269|Into the form of an ox-eyed wild beast. 24269|But he forbade, and spurn'd the nymph's command. 24269|Yet, for the son of Tydeus took some care, 24269|And fasten'd fast the pliant staff, with skill 24269|That in the grasp it might not fall, Ulysses 24269|Laid it a-bone; but soon as he had reach'd 24269|The hollow mouth, and thence, if Gods availed, 24269|He from the staff eject'd and on the sands 24269|Stood, like a god, in furious action 24269|Of battle raging, and his comrades smote 24269|With stones, hard ======================================== SAMPLE 42710 ======================================== 17393|(For they've not yet learned to use the verb _hath_ to mean anything 17393|Other than the sum of what's named at present, while I've 17393|Just as well tell what's not now so right.) 17393|"Oh!" says the Pope to the Pope, "the question is: 17393|Which is more--Lord or Papal--" 17393|"The Holy Pope"--"The Papal!" says the Pope, 17393|With a smile that said more than it said. 17393|"If this thing should come to be," says the Pope at length, 17393|"The title of Justiciar'll be settled by you: 17393|But, in order that neither of you miss the terms, 17393|Justiciar and Papal, madam, must agree. 17393|So, if both of you'll accept this simple terms, 17393|Then--for your surety only--the Papal Seat 17393|Will be my old Papal Chapel." 17393|"And it can't be?" asks the Papal, as he took 17393|The simple terms (and the facts were the same the same) 17393|Declared for the reasons of the matter 17393|Both equally in the Papal's mind to resign. 17393|"How? How? Lord, how? the Papal's pride is the Lord's! 17393|And it's not in these matters I can guess, madam. 17393|There's my old Papal Palace, madam, and you? 17393|Yes, of course I'm in the matter. When I went 17393|Out at Rome to order my monks, you know, 17393|To show the way to "The Office," to make 17393|My Papal Palace stand again like theirs, 17393|They called me up to the Papal House--as if 17393|I hadn't told--to show them, I! but I didn't, 17393|And if I had, you, papa! you would have scoffed, 17393|And said I had in Rome's holy name insulted 17393|The Papal Throne! So no more I'll show these times 17393|In which you and I are enemies. Well, well!" 17393|And he went--and I could do nothing else. 17393|'Twas well to take advice from those two Gentlemen 17393|Who took care not to upset me; and they didn't 17393|Aught suspect of what I'd then to do, try, dare. 17393|I found myself to be a devil quite a sort 17393|(There lurked in each word), and I was--in spite! 17393|No doubt I shouldn't have been a devil, by now, 17393|With you, my dear wife! it's no such thing at all; 17393|And I could be a devil never again! 17393|But, as to _you_, well--if I might do so much 17393|I'd like for else, but less than nothing; and I'd 17393|Don't like me so very much, I'll not even 17393|Keep a devil's name for devil's-sake! My lord 17393|And honour is not for such as I or you! 17393|You'll find he's a much better man to judge of what 17393|Is most excellent. Let the question be, 17393|Which of us two the better is: you, madam, 17393|Or he? You're right. He's far, I must say, a far 17393|More excellent than I: and I am rather proud 17393|To think my own love is such a thing as I! 17393|For God knows that I was never quite so right 17393|As you think me now: and I'm far as I can prove 17393|From that--and there's no more I can do for you. 17393|Now, then, I'll choose you for the Devil, by name, 17393|And send you over, at your own pleasure, here. 17393|A name? a name! I think I've got it down to-night. 17393|Why, name it is, as sure as night is, the light 17393|For both of us--and what shall it afford you thus? 17393|And name you so: but don't you think that--look, 17393| ======================================== SAMPLE 42720 ======================================== 3160|And, with a mighty shout, he dauntless leads the way. 3160|And thou! I ween, the monarch's son art thou. 3160|Whose sire, O generous youth! thy royal race 3160|(For thou hast heard my tale the first of all) 3160|The fair Laodice was, from whom thy race 3160|Emerge; the lovely Ithaca is she 3160|Whose bosom bore thee early in the day 3160|(Whose charms no suitor's charms could surpass 3160|His sire's, or mother's charms, while life remained) 3160|From her fair lord to thee she bore the name; 3160|The sweetest of the herds in Shen's well-kept plains: 3160|But now the queenly man I never knew, 3160|And know not who thou art, nor whether born 3160|In earth or heaven, or where the sun ascends. 3160|To these our friendly princes, of my state 3160|We all shall go: nor will thy fair domain 3160|Be hard constraint or power to bear away: 3160|For to the queen shalt thou in peace return, 3160|Nor to this realm return unglorified. 3160|The rest, in time, may prove thee worthy here; 3160|And yet 'twere sweet to see thee more than happy, 3160|To bear thee to a palace and thy power, 3160|And to thy son the sovereign right to reign. 3160|But no! in later years the maid remain 3160|A faithful friend and faithful wife to me, 3160|(Thus in my earliest days I learned to bear, 3160|And thus shall henceforth bear me to the end) 3160|And while for life the time to live appears, 3160|My sons shall take thee to Aiblathos' coast, 3160|Where my own sire shall in fond affection feel, 3160|And to live distant from the happy isles 3160|Sicily sent thee. Then I wait for thee 3160|Where, 'mid the pleasant isles or Cyclades; 3160|Or in a distant isle, where noishes grow, 3160|Or Cyclades the sacred: but thy home, 3160|Where once, thy father's dwelling, they belong, 3160|My son, my children; and the last shall bless 3160|The father who can call thee to his arms. 3160|"To me, from distant Aireysshee return'd, 3160|Myself, with Pallas, to the forts repair'd: 3160|But, as at present from the Trojan land 3160|I seek my refuge, so the time shall spare; 3160|For much I fear that our dear country's rights 3160|Suffered, in violence to friendly hands: 3160|The fates demand the late our latest hour. 3160|But if I come by stealth, or else by force 3160|Seem'st to provoke th' unwary strangers to my door, 3160|If so my lord's advice the safe defence 3160|Shall give, I trust him; nor these to be denied: 3160|The rest have heard my father's word as late; 3160|But now, if Heaven decrees that I his death shall know, 3160|My life in thy dominion shall begin: 3160|For all thy worth, O mighty Pallas! shines, 3160|And I shall share thy kingdom and thy throne. 3160|"But thou, who now shalt bring my counsel here, 3160|Make ready for thy native country's side, 3160|That, if some adverse wind shall waft me o'er, 3160|Some future day some happier hour may crown. 3160|For, when the year succeeds the spring to bloom, 3160|And blossoms on the mountain's lofty side, 3160|What time, to please the summer, dews descend, 3160|And winds the trees in freshness of amethyst; 3160|Then, by the god's indulgence, to be blest, 3160|I promise thee thy wish shall be supplied. 3160|But, if I do thy first request decline, 3160|My age and my long servitude decline, 3160|And for fair Iolchos I go to live 3160|With thee, to reign for life or short enjoyment." ======================================== SAMPLE 42730 ======================================== 4272|In the face of the hour when my people must go beyond the hill; 4272|And when my soul shall feel that I need not be fearful; 4272|Or when she sits, and knows, and can feel them like a sister, 4272|Knowing, she does the heart in her strong woman's fashion, 4272|And can be her sister's guiding star or her sole guide. 4272|How oft I've said that which has fallen upon my ear, 4272|So oft and full of warning and comfort is thy tone: 4272|My hope, my life, my hope thou hast warned aloud and told, 4272|And when we met in council I felt thy trust in me. 4272|"No, not if all for thee would be over," she said: 4272|"Thy life and death are in thy hands from year to year: 4272|And they say that all is lost, though there be no grave, 4272|And we think our hope of life by each change of the wind: 4272|"Yet trust no more: when death comes with his o'erruling blow, 4272|All is safe to thee: trust thy strength, and it will all be well." 4272|Thy words are like the sunbeams, that light the forest-glades, 4272|And through the trees, at their sweet noon, that still are flying, 4272|They fling themselves upon the flowers and to the sun 4272|Draw the fresh leaves, and bring back the bright morning back: 4272|"And they know not that I am for them only to shine, 4272|And that I leave not one that is not fair to smile on;" 4272|So is thy heart not strong enough alone for this grief, 4272|To know as I that I have suffered and could not save; - 4272|"That no man can, for him who knows the heart of prayer, 4272|"A light in his life shed upon another's need; 4272|That those who have loved in heaven can have but one sorrow, 4272|"Are one in the blood of lovers who passed away." 4272|O say, could you not give what so long thou hast asked, 4272|A joyous heart, and the spirit that, in Heaven, must be, 4272|To the love of an angel, a spirit of love and grace, 4272|O say, could you not give back with a joyous reply? 4272|If thou wilt, let me, in this time of sorrow and pain, 4272|Say in my heart thy story: if thou wilt not, still be-- 4272|A mother's answer, and a mother's soul that has shown 4272|That faith where love was not, will I make plain to thy mind. 4272|"One only thing there is to do: let all things be done, 4272|And give to others that which one would give to me; 4272|I know how hard it is to live--for thy dear sake 4272|Take thou my little life, and give it to me alone." 4272|When the Lord's sorrow is highest, 4272|And His joy hath a charm most rare, 4272|He needs no other thing but thee 4272|To strengthen Him, to guard Him, 4272|When the Lord's sorrow is highest, 4272|And the joy hath a charm most rare. 4272|Then, when He wakes and bids roam 4272|With a light thought the earth and air, 4272|O trust His heart, its best defence, 4272|With a light thought,--with a light thought. 4272|Then, when He wakes, and it is light 4272|For the first time since sorrow made thee weep, 4272|With a heart that is sure and light, 4272|With a heart that is sure and light, 4272|Thou'st done thy little life, 4272|And thine eye is bright at his smile, 4272|Like the light eyed angel in the vision. 4272|And so, then, give, oh, give all things back, 4272|From life's darkest wave, as in memory. 4272|The night's bright star 4272|Whispers through the dusky wood, 4272|But all is silent, 4272|Save when a lark 4272|Blesses the dark with song. 4272|I 'med myself a merry cup, ======================================== SAMPLE 42740 ======================================== 16376|That they all looked at once to see 16376|The face of our old friend 16376|To whom they all had pledged their faith as of a life-blood! 16376|A hundred years they knew her as a comrade in arms; 16376|They had known her as a lady since the first of year she came; 16376|They had known her many years in marriage and widowhood; 16376|They had known her only since her birth. 16376|If you ask me whether I know her now, 16376|I have but seen her now,--the lady of the wide wide sky! 16376|And I know that, though the war be won and won, 16376|A hundred years hence you will see her standing by the grave. 16376|"_To all that serve and all that love, 16376|Be true to one another! 16376|Be kind to one another! 16376|And be sincere to one another!_" 16376|That was their great War-chorus's song, 16376|Over the ringing housetops; 16376|And still, through all our annals, 16376|The chant runs by us. 16376|Is true as good that song can say? 16376|We fought beside old Hampton! 16376|And still the echoes live there 16376|To make us true to duty 16376|And sincere to one another. 16376|Is true as good as this that's true? 16376|We fought beside old Hampton! 16376|And still we hear those silver rills 16376|From our hillside singing. 16376|We fought beside old Hampton! 16376|And still the waves are on the shore; 16376|And we feel in old Hampton 16376|The joy for us that we have never known, nevermore! 16376|For we were there when the sky was blue 16376|And there when the sea was calm. 16376|For we were there when the sea was white! 16376|And we are still there now. 16376|For the sea is calm and sky is blue; 16376|And here, beside old Hampton, 16376|We're keeping the chant we loved of old. 16376|And we'll chant on, till our hearts forget, 16376|In the silence of the years to be, 16376|The joy for us that we have never known, nevermore! 16376|Come back, come back, 16376|Come from the South, 16376|Bring back the smile 16376|Of the land you left behind! 16376|Bring back the mien of the boys 16376|And bring back the ways of the boys! 16376|Bring back the music of the ways 16376|And bring back the words of the boys! 16376|Come back, come back, 16376|Come from the South, 16376|Bring back the song 16376|Of the ways where you left us! 16376|Bring back the arms that were warm, 16376|Bring back the eyes that were bright; 16376|Bring back the lips that heard love's name, 16376|And bring back the hands that were strong! 16376|Come back, come back, 16376|Come all ye loyal sons of the South, 16376|Bring back the songs you sang 16376|In the days of long ago; 16376|Bring back the laughter, give back the cheers, 16376|And the songs of our youth that we chanted 16376|In the footsteps of soldiers once brave 16376|In the days of long ago! 16376|Come back, come back, 16376|Sing the song once sung, 16376|In the days of long ago, 16376|But bring back the eyes in your tears; 16376|Bring back the hands in your bended hands, 16376|Bring back the feet in your beating feet! 16376|The old, the wise, have said, and be said, 16376|Of this Southern maid, 16376|When the day of our love is ended there will be nothing left of her. 16376|O the day when they came at her door for the last time and they 16376|passed into their through-fare, 16376|O the last they spoke to her by the lonely sea--her home and her 16376|But they left her not--not a word they uttered. 16376|And we sit before the smiling story-books to see her face ======================================== SAMPLE 42750 ======================================== 2080|"If the poet should sing of the sea, 2080|Why, the sea gives back the strain!" 2080|In the days when the poets, with their vision, 2080|Had known the Sea with her waves and spires, 2080|They wrote sweet music that made the sea-waves 2080|Swoon with light as the sun in his way. 2080|What song or what song shall compare to it? 2080|And they who, now, in their way of the sea, 2080|Look where the great white lighthouse is there 2080|Praise God for their art, they, with their hands? 2080|And the sea, in her midst, makes her song reply. 2080|O thou, O Holy Mary of Heaven, 2080|That burnest in the fire of our souls, 2080|Thou art our hope! O thou, O thou Divine, 2080|O thy light and thy love is our faith! 2080|O thou, O the Holy in us that knows thee, 2080|Thou art our God, and our God is thy might! 2080|A day for the earth; a night for the soul, 2080|A day for all that is pure and good, 2080|A day of grace, a day of forgiveness, 2080|A peace and an even balance of right 2080|That comes when our eyes have gazed on thy face, 2080|When our hands have held our children's graves. 2080|A man comes along the valley by the mill--a young man is he; 2080|The mill-girt, red-roofed cottage, high in the hill, is dim beside 2080|'Twixt mill and cottage on the right, and the hill to the valley on 2080|'Twixt hill and hill by the mill is the grave-yard. 2080|The grave-yard is where they laid young Samuel, 2080|A youth, a martyr, a young man to fight, 2080|A youth, a prophet, and he was lying in death. 2080|The mill-girt, red-roofed cottage, high in the hill, is dim beside 2080|the hill beside the mill; the grave-yard is where he lies. 2080|As the man goes on his way, 2080|Lifting up his tearful eyes 2080|To the stars in the sky, 2080|For ever he hears a cry 2080|That makes his spirit melt, 2080|And thrills the spirit through his dream, 2080|Until the heart is over-warm 2080|With the love that he would have her hold, 2080|The mother's, who sings her life-song, 2080|With the dear voice of the angels there 2080|Singing her life-song in a star-lit sky, 2080|And in the light of the star-lit sky, 2080|When the heart is over-warm with love! 2080|Where have you been, young man? 2080|In what land at last? 2080|What did you fight for? 2080|What do you feel for now? 2080|What do you know of your death, 2080|And the hand of the foe laid deep 2080|In his, and the heart in his hand? 2080|What do you call sweet to breathe 2080|Of the sweetness you once lacked? 2080|For you do not know of your death 2080|Or that your hand in his hand will drop, 2080|Or that the hand of the foe will stop 2080|When the hand of the King lies deep 2080|In the grave where your dreams lie still. 2080|It is not the world that can kill, 2080|'Twixt the earth and the stars, 2080|When the heart is over-warm with love, 2080|When the love is over-warm with death! 2080|It is not the world that can kill, 2080|Or the world and the ways it mocks, 2080|'Twixt the earth and the suns that smile, 2080|And the light that lights it from far, 2080|When the spirit must hold its breath 2080|When the hand is laid deep in the heart! 2080|It is not the world and the ways it mocks, 2080|Or the dark or the daylight days, 2080|When there is one at need for this world ======================================== SAMPLE 42760 ======================================== 18238|As once to me. 18238|"The world's too big to keep, the stars 18238|Never shall go out; 18238|The sea, he sauntered out of it, 18238|A poet in a jar. 18238|The world's too big to care 18238|For any one poor bird, 18238|And the world's too big, as always, 18238|To keep from him a feather. 18238|"His mother came to him anear, 18238|Two wings to his bag; 18238|He looked--an ugly ugly sight, 18238|A little grey hawk. 18238|"He looked--and there, one golden beak 18238|Came from his tiny throat! 18238|He whistled--I wonder if the birds 18238|Knock at his breast to-day? 18238|"And there he flickered on the ground, 18238|With only a slow heart, 18238|Only a slow, slow, slow gaze 18238|And just a pity for men. 18238|"Hands that are sharp and hungry 18238|As any in the world 18238|And feet so very much like men, 18238|As anyone could see. 18238|"But all this is forgotten now; 18238|The world's too big to pay; 18238|To love, as he who is always a bird, 18238|He's only a boy. 18238|"But he--he is a bird who knows 18238|A far far nobler name; 18238|And all the time that he is a bird, 18238|He is so happy and free. 18238|"I am so happy, O me, 18238|To think of him as we walk 18238|By woodland-side and hill. 18238|"We are so happy, as we go, 18238|With just this word of 'happy.' 18238|Away, away on the sea, 18238|She's gone to the brook to be gay. 18238|"But he--he has no business to go 18238|For to sing of a world--is a bird." 18238|A bird, a bird, a bird, 18238|The only bird 18238|In all the wide, wide world. 18238|The earth no more with him we fill; 18238|What matter where he is now, 18238|He is at one with the earth and the stars! 18238|His little life was like a spring, 18238|His feet were in the dew, 18238|His face was like a rose,-- 18238|It was that face of his 18238|That made the world all his own. 18238|For him there was no day of heat, 18238|Nor sun, nor frost, nor snow; 18238|For him there was no gulf, nor creek, 18238|Nor strait nor braidless tide; 18238|For him life was love,--and death 18238|Was sweet release from pain. 18238|His love made day and night both bright 18238|With roses and with smiles; 18238|His love made the day and night both bright 18238|With stars and little lives. 18238|His love made the green earth bright, 18238|And the soft dews of the night, 18238|His love made all things new and sweet, 18238|And day and day of him! 18238|But there's a bird that lives in a wood, 18238|In a wood; 18238|The red, red bird, 18238|The only bird 18238|In all the wide, wide world. 18238|He sings of the land, he sings of the sea, 18238|He sings of the stars on high, 18238|The silver wheels in the heavens,-- 18238|Of the joys of the home he knows. 18238|The red, red bird 18238|That dwells in a wood, 18238|He sings of the land, he sings of the sea, 18238|He sings of the stars on high. 18238|He dreams of the shepherds on the hill, 18238|And they wander together, 18238|The shepherds in the green hill-side, 18238|And the sheep on the windy hill. 18238|He dreams that a star shines high and clear, ======================================== SAMPLE 42770 ======================================== 1165|The one who never dies. 1165|The one who never dies. 1165|But when he died in Eden 1165|The earth was made anew, 1165|And he must come again to it 1165|To do all things again. 1165|His God once lived upon earth -- 1165|But he is gone from us -- 1165|A spirit on the wings of death, 1165|He wandered far away. 1165|And now he's gone beyond the stars 1165|And the suns of heaven; 1165|There shall be no evening star 1165|On his path to-day. 1165|O star of gold and silver! 1165|What beauty has you wrought? 1165|What secret of light and song 1165|For a mortal man to know? 1165|Why, the light of eyes to see, 1165|When nothing else you are 1165|But a lamp at midnight lit 1165|By a thousand little wings. 1165|O bird of beauty, speak! 1165|Or I shall faint to hear 1165|How many secret words there are in you 1165|Unspoken and untold! 1165|For a spirit lost in Heaven is like a little spark 1165|That wanders in a forest, 1165|And, having found the bird within the tree, he fears his flight 1165|And finds in vain his nest. 1165|To the lonely desert the flower 1165|Came in pity when no more 1165|I heard the sad bird's lamentation. 1165|And the sun, like the sad star of night, 1165|Is silent to his light. 1165|When the flowers are tired of singing 1165|And the shadows pass over them, 1165|They stand in the forest lone, 1165|And look across the lonely night. 1165|And they say, through the evening air, "If I 1165|Could hear the way the shadows go, 1165|If I saw the way they took the light, 1165|I would not cry and sing." 1165|It was but a wind that shook the woods, 1165|And shook the trees and scattered dew, 1165|And the sun shone out in the sunlight, 1165|But there was a cloud in the sky. 1165|My heart had missed you, dear, 1165|When it had grown tired with gazing and listening. 1165|I did not think that that would be. 1165|The sun would come again, 1165|But what would you do then? 1165|I shall go to my grave alone, 1165|If I do not soon be here, 1165|For my heart is weary of living. 1165|What are the things you do best? 1165|My thoughts are weak with sorrows, 1165|They are but like flowers that fade -- 1165|The spirits that come from the distant lands. 1165|They come to quiet and shade me 1165|And in a dream I see you, 1165|And I laugh and sing with glee, 1165|For I hear you always calling. 1165|I must make trial of you, 1165|As I have all before; 1165|The spirit of life that stirs you 1165|Is stronger far to me than gold. 1165|A word of bitter wisdom 1165|May be sweet to you -- 1165|But oh, not to a spirit who cries: 1165|"It was all a sham, all a sham: 1165|I never will go on living." 1165|It is true: we are still wandering 1165|Over the dim uncertain land, 1165|Over the long-drawn sands. 1165|But we will find it, if we lift 1165|Our hearts to the glory and the need, 1165|Finding the way. 1165|O flower-embowered folds of sky, 1165|Dreamily trailing all their length, 1165|Are the dim and dimmest things of God 1165|And he is there, a flower in every fold; 1165|A voice to guide and be to us near, 1165|And through all days a bright, great sky. 1165|He has a word: he shall have it! 1165|What shall we do with it, or what the next? 1165|Shall it be a thing ======================================== SAMPLE 42780 ======================================== 3255|In silence I stand, 3255|And look through their eyes as they do look through mine 3255|This night as on the long-banked west, 3255|With a sudden, sharpened, almost blind 3255|Kindling of light in the eyes, 3255|Though it is but shade, as 'tis soon worn 3255|Through the heat and the sweat 3255|Of a little sleep; 3255|That I know is the one shade, 3255|And only dark. 3255|So, after all, the sight 3255|Of our house is the sight, 3255|Till some new thing that is new and strange 3255|Is brought forth, 3255|And then the gloom 3255|And the shadow are our eyes. 3255|As there you must be 3255|If there be one and only one 3255|Who comes to me, 3255|And turns back at my window-sill 3255|And walks in my hall, 3255|So do I know that you are your lord 3255|And only that 3255|You carry that darkness away 3255|Of our house that they bring 3255|From the dark within. 3255|No, I am not the one 3255|Who has not been known 3255|In a room 3255|I cannot name, 3255|Or one in the house, 3255|But yet there is a sense, 3255|And a quiet, too, 3255|With its heat at the back of the head of the 3255|strange blackness. 3255|But the house is ours, and the house was made 3255|With a love the night God made it, O Lord, 3255|And with a love the day God made it, O Lord: 3255|And love is never lost. 3255|There are the voices which haunt it, 3255|And the words, and strange voices, 3255|And the voices of strange things, 3255|And the voices of strange ways, 3255|And voices of ways that bring 3255|Strange hopes to strange hearts, which are the soul 3255|Of the house that we are leaving, 3255|And the house to pay. 3255|There are the faces, the faces of our dead 3255|In the dark, with dim, slow eyes 3255|On the faces that are near, 3255|And the faces that lie far. 3255|And the house is yours, and the house was made 3255|With a love that He made it, O Lord, 3255|With a love that He made it, O Lord: 3255|And love is never lost. 3255|A moment more, and the night will come 3255|With the wan moon through the doors, 3255|And an airy shadow of light 3255|Must fall upon the faces of our dead, 3255|And the shadows of the faces that lie far, 3255|And the shadows of the faces that lie far. 3255|And the house will go, the house we know so well, 3255|And the shadows will be as thin as misted glass, 3255|And the words as soft as wind-blown hair - 3255|And, O God, how long! 3255|We will never come again. The hour was ours - 3255|A moment. We were strong. Yea, we were fair, 3255|And happy in our looks, and in our eyes 3255|The light of beauty that were bright to be. 3255|We made thee strong, my Lady, as strong as Death, 3255|And thou shalt live, O King. Thou hast not died 3255|Nor changed. No change is here. I hold a sword 3255|And strike at darkness, and my sword is bright, 3255|And my blade is swift for evil, clear for bright 3255|The light that I am waiting for at last - 3255|The light of thy face again. 3255|And I would leave you now,--not evermore, 3255|Not in the years to come. I do not lie 3255|Under the weight of love, which makes us long, 3255|Or fear of the dark and its miseries, 3255|Or all the anguish the world ever bears, 3255|But, ah! my whole life's on one aim: that ======================================== SAMPLE 42790 ======================================== 19221|While, at her side, some old unhappy lady 19221|Went glancing through her window, and sighing-- 19221|O that I were an opera-master! 19221|O that I were an opera-master! 19221|The old lady went glancing through 19221|The window by the way; 19221|The music she heard was too sweet to last, 19221|And all the songs were vain. 19221|Stupid old wight, hastie to the dance! 19221|Sing on, sing on, round-a-circle; 19221|Sing, and try 'tither grace nor mirth,-- 19221|I've quitted you for that graybeard. 19221|O, stay! thy ditty's all wrong; 19221|Thy rhymes take a strange turn; 19221|I feel it must be a mistake-- 19221|-Oh, the gray-beard stops the song! 19221|The old lady goes gaily by, 19221|While I toil on in the night. 19221|O, who may be awake at such hours, 19221|And so preposterously gay? 19221|I woke, and, in a dream, I saw her yet 19221|With her face a-tint--alas, it is late! 19221|Poor Miss Sophy was all on fire; 19221|For on hearing this, 19221|She had made a wish, that ere she woke, 19221|She would turn her from that place. 19221|And she did--at once, with all her might; 19221|And her little heart beat fast with joy; 19221|For she saw, in a vision, 'twas plain 19221|That she--must leave that place. 19221|The girl turned round, and the hour had come 19221|She dreamed not of, that dark place. 19221|What is't that shakes itself to and fro, 19221|On the top of the window-ledge? 19221|It's the sound of the school-boys' voices, 19221|In the gloom of the night. 19221|Who is it boys and girls, when together, 19221|Go shouting to the drum? 19221|Oh! the Devil is in that troop; 19221|The Devil in all their face. 19221|He's in the white musy-faced mantillas, 19221|With their faces all aglow; 19221|He's lurking in the dark black henchman, 19221|And he's lurking in the crew. 19221|There's not a bonny, plumed, plaited rogue 19221|In all the troops I see, 19221|But has heard, some morning in the fallow, 19221|Or some afternoon of May, 19221|Something that saftly swells the choir,-- 19221|"Hear, O hear! the Devil's choir, 19221|Come thrum your pibroch, come thrum the drum, 19221|Come thrum the pibroch and row." 19221|So I run to the school-boys, 19221|To the band that is playing, 19221|And I say in my whisper, 19221|"Hear, O hear! the Devil's band, 19221|Come thrum your pibroch, come thrum the drum, 19221|Come thrum the pibroch and row." 19221|And they immediately obey, 19221|With their backs to the window-ledge, 19221|And they lean out of the lattice, 19221|And they peer through the creaking door. 19221|And they whisper in my ear, 19221|"Remember, remember, 19221|When to sleep, when to sleep, 19221|Hear, O hear, the Devil's choir, 19221|Come thrum your pibroch, come thrum the drum, 19221|Come thrum the pibroch and row." 19221|And they whisper it sae sweet, 19221|And sae dark and stern, 19221|That I think they are dead men, 19221|As fast as they thrum. 19221|And then, to comfort me, 19221|I raise the latch and look, 19221|And a little black mantilla-woman 19221|Comes in and takes the chanter of my ======================================== SAMPLE 42800 ======================================== 1287|With the words of the Lord himself. 1287|But, alas! the man is so great, 1287|Such a man is the King of Kings, 1287|How vain the power! What ails thee?" 1287|"Oh, I beg thee, O King of Kings, 1287|Not with a word, but a deed, 1287|Mayst thou bring me to my children dear, 1287|My long-lost people!" 1287|The King of Kings had oft ago gone, 1287|(As he had promised, 1287|Never again to do so), 1287|But a golden bird remained 1287|To make the king of kings happy; 1287|When unto the nest his birdlings came, 1287|With golden words, the noble monarch 1287|To them in a gracious manner spake, 1287|When their very mothers they greeted 1287|With these fair words and with tears freely flowing:-- 1287|"Wife, and thou child, my children dear, 1287|Ye all have always been my joy 1287|And care have ever loved you, 1287|Since your tender mother could not save, 1287|And leave ye each in our keeping, 1287|So grateful an undertaking is, 1287|As to send you to another's arms!" 1287|And the golden bird soon answered:-- 1287|"Father, thou my heart's dearer still! 1287|If thou would send away the offspring, 1287|I would leave and never seek again, 1287|I would follow you to regions other, 1287|Where ever more beautiful is changing, 1287|In regions other than ours." 1287|THE King of Kings had gone down to the Abyss; 1287|And he asked of it, the dark Abyss to take; 1287|He sent his herald with a sign to behold, 1287|And the black sign was sent from his presence high. 1287|It was the black sign of anguish and death. 1287|On a black day, the night was approaching its close, 1287|When the dark Abyss had come forth to the day, 1287|And the King called his herald and said thus unto him:-- 1287|"Fetch, my herald, fetch thy bow and forthwith!"-- 1287|And the herald was fain and would come quickly, 1287|But was turned away by the angry King. 1287|So he drew his bow, with no arrow's flash, 1287|Then 'gan he to shoot, as was said he must,-- 1287|And the dark Abyss took it for a sign, 1287|And the King sent his herald forthwith 1287|On a black day, and let him never shoot 1287|Again upon the white sand. 1287|"But if the King require thee, now, to shoot 1287|That evil sign from a mountain, now, I protest thee." 1287|But, when he took his bow, he aimed an arrow 1287|Heard not the King, but heard the herald calling,-- 1287|"Ah me, the sign is there!--the black sign is there!" 1287|And the King sent forth his herald forthwith 1287|On a black day, the night was approaching, 1287|When the black Abyss had come forth to the day, 1287|And the herald was fain and would come quickly, 1287|But was turned away by the angry King. 1287|THE KING of kings is a mighty lord, 1287|In power as well as form; 1287|For his beard in youth is long, 1287|But in age grows not so. 1287|He is a mighty master of lute and of harp, 1287|In song and in rime; 1287|He is in battle a knight of renown, 1287|'Mid the Kings of old. 1287|And his mouth and his hoary hairs 1287|And the beard of the King. 1287|He is clad by a coat of skin 1287|In scarlet I love him very much, 1287|In scarlet, in scarlet. 1287|And his sword, with the hilt of gold, 1287|He is made of a most precious stone, 1287|That shines in the sun. 1287|And his bow, with a silver string, 1287|With a silver string, 1287|He's well ======================================== SAMPLE 42810 ======================================== 12242|And she made sweet music at the end, 12242|As I told them to the children. 12242|A girl said, "How can I get a cat, 12242|Or a dog, or a horse, or a shirt, 12242|To wear daily in my house?" 12242|The answer was a simple "No." 12242|The girl wished a cat or a dog, 12242|Or a horse, or a coat, or a gown. 12242|The answer was, "But why should you need 12242|A shirt, a shoe, or a pair of gloves? 12242|You need them every day in play, 12242|Just wear your gloves every day." 12242|And this was ever the girl's diet: -- 12242|The time, and place, and whatnot, 12242|When the boys went to be good boys, 12242|A book, a pencil, or a piece of paper. 12242|So she made a girl every day 12242|Go to the woods and waterfalls, 12242|With nothing else but water cool, 12242|But what the girls brought home every day. 12242|Then the girl could always play, 12242|And look pretty in her play, 12242|And tell the birds the news of the year: 12242|But all she told 'em was the news 12242|"You were nice to me last summer, 12242|And very nice the boys will be, 12242|Who come to care for us each day." 12242|The sun shines bright; 12242|The birds sing loud; 12242|What boots the boy, 12242|With bloodshot eyes and hair all white, 12242|And bumps on morn, 12242|Going to school 12242|In the land of white man? 12242|The sun shines bright; 12242|The birds sing loud; 12242|What boots the boy, 12242|With bloodshot eyes and hair all white? 12242|Now breakfast's over! 12242|See the blood! 12242|Blood all over the place, 12242|Blood on the doors and windows, 12242|Blood on the steps and the siding -- 12242|Blood on the children's toys! 12242|Children, where are Uncle's? -- 12242|Children, what happened to him? 12242|A black mule broke his back -- 12242|Now what did it all end in? 12242|A white mule ended in black -- 12242|Oh, the poor broken-leg boy, 12242|Mother will end in black, 12242|And father will end in white! 12242|A child ran down the street 12242|Whistling -- and the noise 12242|Came from the housen door 12242|Of a tall gray person! 12242|What could it do to the tall man, 12242|If the child ran in? 12242|The tall man looks out of his gate 12242|With a wise expression, 12242|And then knocks with a good-will 12242|Of the very best kind, 12242|As he did before. 12242|What do we care for the noise or the noise alone? 12242|Or the house, or ourselves? 12242|What do we care when the weather's stormy or nice; 12242|Or the music is soft? 12242|What do we care for the merry or the sober rhymes, 12242|Or the laughter sweet? 12242|What do we care for the weather, the music, or jokes, 12242|When the tall tall tall lives to be a great deal bigger 12242|Than the child that made the noise? 12242|Thy mind's like a plum, and thy body's made of butter, 12242|And the tailor shaped both alike, 12242|And the cream, to please his Maker, curdles into cream, 12242|And the child with its thorny thorn-cups played, like a child, 12242|On the plum-shell breeches of thy son 12242|Was no bigger than the house itself, 12242|And could not go in or out, 12242|And now thou art grown so tall thy shoulders echo the skies, 12242|And the house doth enclose 12242|A loft and stable for thee, 12242|Thyself a loft and stable for thee, 12242 ======================================== SAMPLE 42820 ======================================== 24405|And the little girls were shouting, 24405|To the children all, "Sons of the Sun!" 24405|"For the children all, O children all, 24405|The child that weeps shall be comforted!" 24405|"For the children all." What is she saying? 24405|We are but a shadow through the air. 24405|And the sun may burn like fire, at any time, 24405|But the shadow's power shall be for ever. 24405|Then how shall the children of the earth 24405|Enrich the heart of the earth, and bless 24405|With the blessings that were hers alone 24405|When the dark days of the law with love are o'er? 24405|_"My little girl, O, be not angry!"_ 24405|_"If that is all that God will give,-- 24405|Give it to me, I shall live again!"_ 24405|_"The little children sang 24405|In the pleasant summer air, 24405|When the grasses were in prime of growth; 24405|Now they may stir their heads from side to side, 24405|But they sang no longer, little child."_ 24405|_"The old man died to-day, 24405|The old man died to-day; 24405|But the children, on Christmas Day, 24405|Will keep the spirit true."_ 24405|I have dreamed a dream in which, 24405|I sat like one on chairs, 24405|And sat until the dawn of day, 24405|And dreamed until the night. 24405|And all that I have won 24405|Can never make me mine, 24405|For I was never born, 24405|Nor ever will be, 24405|Nor shall there be a man, 24405|But he must have a dream: 24405|When he is a little more, 24405|I'll sit on his head. 24405|I have walked with the things they keep, 24405|They are not to me strange; 24405|I do not weep for the dead, 24405|Or shed a tear, or moan. 24405|I take the things that I hold 24405|With hands that are strong and kind, 24405|I count them sweet when they find 24405|Me sitting there alone. 24405|They cannot leave me alone quite, 24405|And so in passing past, 24405|The things that I hold with hands 24405|May leave me lonely too. 24405|The little blue dog in the street 24405|Cuddles with the little red dog 24405|To whom she gives her love; 24405|He's bounding round, and playing at flies, 24405|A very good dog. 24405|The little boys will go and play 24405|And eat their muffins; 24405|The little girls sit close by, 24405|They never can rise. 24405|The little girls will go and play 24405|With little boys of theirs, 24405|The little boys will dance and sing 24405|And eat their muffins soft. 24405|The little girls and little boys 24405|Do not understand; 24405|And this is very sad to see, 24405|For when all the time is through, 24405|The dog sleeps sound. 24405|The dog sleeps sound, 24405|And is content to sleep 24405|At times, if only to dream, 24405|About his dear liddle mother, 24405|And always under the bed 24405|His dear little dolly lie. 24405|I shall not know the happy hours 24405|That passed last Christmas eve, 24405|The little dog goes with the hours, 24405|He is quiet and still; 24405|It is wonderful to stand and watch 24405|Him sleeping, when the dog has slept, 24405|And watch with his good-night call, 24405|If the time of day should come again. 24405|I may not take my chance that day 24405|Of sitting by the fire, 24405|Of meeting the friend that I should try 24405|To be. 24405|And so I shall not go to see 24405|The family once more, 24405|The little house and garden clear 24405|Before I go away. 24405|When I am ======================================== SAMPLE 42830 ======================================== 30332|Yet naught shall her eyes behold 30332|Of honour, hope, or joy, or pride; 30332|Yet, nevermore to wake again, 30332|And nevermore to die." 30332|But then did Queen Helca speak, 30332|As now was wont her wont, and said 30332|"What, and am still a child?" 30332|In sorrow and in wrathful dread 30332|The queen in heart grew old; 30332|But she would bear her many a groan 30332|While deep within her heart she heard 30332|The song, "She never might forget 30332|The days that were for growing good." 30332|Thus while they were, while all things seemed 30332|Still to endure, her hand she laid 30332|On golden-haired Helca's head; 30332|And there the queen of Helca died, 30332|And by her side her child she bore 30332|And in her grief her mother found. 30332|So now when all things were prepared 30332|For him to come once more to bliss, 30332|He, in his deep despair to take 30332|The mother, caught her by the hand 30332|And said, "And here, I know no more 30332|To die, for I have seen that face 30332|Once more: no more, I know, until, 30332|This sorrow pass, no more to come." 30332|But when it had passed for him, he wrought 30332|The thing he should have never done, 30332|And laid the mother low below 30332|Within an eastern palace-grave; 30332|And his heart-sickness was o'er, 30332|And then he spoke, "O mother, know 30332|'Twas thee, once dead, I came to bear. 30332|Oh, bring me sleep, and bring me peace, 30332|And call me, as in olden time 30332|The women called men, O, call and say 30332|Why should not I by some to thee 30332|This fair morning call and hear, 30332|Who sleep so long should now be loosed?" 30332|With that the Queen of Helca came, 30332|And she, as ancient wives do, laid 30332|On him of all the years his hand. 30332|And he within those eyes of hers 30332|Woke, and cried, "Yours, O Mother mine, 30332|Be sure the work we set our hands 30332|To none can be as we would; 30332|I would not have it otherwise, 30332|Nor yet for me, or any one, 30332|If death, which is the gift of sleep, 30332|Might come in this dark day of woe." 30332|Then through the door they drew apart, 30332|And 'neath the casement sat them both, 30332|His mother's face that little span 30332|Was grown of him he loved so dear. 30332|"Good rest, dear child; my heart, it knoweth 30332|How much thy heart is weighed with life; 30332|So, if our work be well-nigh done, 30332|We'll rest, and dreams of thee shall pass 30332|Out of them as the day is gone, 30332|Till death come in between." 30332|His mother said, "Nay, 'tis not so, 30332|My child, my child, for death must come 30332|From many a land and strange land, 30332|And we must make it seemays to thee 30332|Howe'er that thou and I were wed; 30332|No man can bind me with new-wont, 30332|My child, my child, nor work me woe." 30332|"O mother of my life and joy! 30332|Now good-bye, and God be with thee! 30332|Go to the pleasant land beneath, 30332|Where I shall long to see thee more; 30332|There I shall be thy wife no more, 30332|For I have wrought the thing thou thought'st not." 30332|The last thought of the mother's thought 30332|Rose to his heart and melted there; 30332|Then his eyes were filled with tears, 30332|The dew came down on the roses, 30332|The last ======================================== SAMPLE 42840 ======================================== 16265|And the little house that stands there on the way 16265|From the little town to the little town-- 16265|When the little town's a bit more green 16265|And the little house has a bit more room-- 16265|Oh, the little house with the gables brown 16265|And the ivied paths, and the little gate 16265|And the roses, and the daisies so young, 16265|And the roses, roses, roses--everywhere! 16265|Little house with ivied walls, 16265|Little house with roses brown-- 16265|Ah, our little house without 16265|The gables,--brown and blue! 16265|We've sat there in the window while 16265|The moon hung like a cinder, 16265|And told her tales of ships that pass 16265|In thunder and the rain. 16265|We've put out candles while we thought 16265|Of a dog that bit our kitten, 16265|And a mouse that looked at us through 16265|A crack in the door-peg. 16265|Little house with ivied walls, 16265|Little house with roses brown-- 16265|And what makes all those broken shapes 16265|Stand tall in the window now? 16265|What keeps the dark from falling 16265|Across your dim-lit floors? 16265|Little house with ivied walls, 16265|Little house with roses brown-- 16265|Is it a spirit will them move? 16265|Or is it but a ghost 16265|Of that last, long-gone age?-- 16265|Where was I, and what's the use? 16265|--My dears, the moon was late! 16265|How you looked was just as strange! 16265|As you said--but nobody could tell!-- 16265|_Those_ were old memories! 16265|The moon was low when the moon came out: 16265|She shone on the house that I lived in. 16265|I watched the leaves fall down from the trees, 16265|I watched them fall and come back again. 16265|And in the hollow of the tree 16265|I was so happy to be hanging there, 16265|And the cool, dark water was just ice 16265|And snow and I. 16265|The snow melted from the branches, so they 16265|Were hid in the thicket beside the road. 16265|But the cool sky was a vision to me, 16265|For the road was a sky--and I was a tree! 16265|There was never a star in the sky, for the gloom 16265|Of a dark cloud, like a man with a knife, 16265|Lay in wait for us. 16265|But one--he was afraid! He was so afraid 16265|Of himself and the darkness and the road and tree, 16265|That he lifted up his hat and he walked 16265|Back to the town. 16265|We thought he would go to God 16265|And tell him to put away his sins, 16265|And to pardon the evil days: 16265|But he never came. 16265|And a voice said, "There is a Man, 16265|He is out here!" as we heard His voice 16265|Cry, "I am so glad I am alive, 16265|For I know that if He had been far 16265|And I asleep, I could not have kept Him 16265|A moment from the darkness!" 16265|Then that's not the way to sleep, 16265|That's not the way to sleep. 16265|I heard a footstep sound 16265|I heard an awful cry. 16265|The darkness was so dark 16265|I couldn't even see! 16265|I must have gone out there, 16265|Out in the night, 16265|And never looked behind 16265|Nor over my shoulder! 16265|But there it was! 16265|It's the door again 16265|That I opened--when? 16265|When I think of them, 16265|Oh, the old night was dark, 16265|And the moon was gray, 16265|And gray the stars, 16265|And the wind was low, 16265|And the night was so still, 16265|And I couldn't sleep for the fear of waking, 16265|And ======================================== SAMPLE 42850 ======================================== 21016|"Who's coming here, little baby boy?" says he. 21016|"I don't know who," he answered: "it must be 21016|Daddy's men." The little lad nodded and patted 21016|His little daintily shaved head; then he laughed: 21016|"Thank you, dear," and kissed the little boy's dark, 21016|nose. 21016|The world was like a bed of silken linen, 21016|Hooded round with velvety carpets 21016|Of softest texture, and each had an inner 21016|veil of rosy turkis frilled 21016|And gleamed with silver crosses of the morning. 21016|No feathery, feathery snow-drops 21016|Stretched on the purple, rosy, rosy snow-shod hills 21016|Till the wide-winged wintry wind 21016|Swept over drear Land-of-Sleep-and-Night's-Deep 21016|Shrilly, thrashily, and piteously. 21016|A far-off clock struck, and then a gentle, slow, 21016|sad-sounding bell, 21016|As if a stranger stood at the great gate, 21016|Bidding the waiting, waiting, waiting folk 21016|Hear an echo of another stranger, 21016|And that of him they were here to hear 21016|Up in Land-of-Sleep-and-Room-of-Myers. 21016|The moon rose over the meadows, 21016|The moon rose over the hills, 21016|I watched the darkling waters, 21016|I watched the darkling waters flow. 21016|The moon rose over the mountains, 21016|The moon rose over the main, 21016|The stars danced in the west, 21016|At the dead hour of midnight. 21016|But all the while a wailing, 21016|All the while a wailing came 21016|From the other side of the mountains, 21016|From the other side of the seas. 21016|I did not hear the loneliness, 21016|I did not hear the lonesome tides, 21016|Nor the wailing loneness of the mountains, 21016|Nor the stars, for they seemed to say: 21016|"She is come! she is come!" 21016|The moon rose over the seas, 21016|The moon rose over the main, 21016|From the distant towers of old England 21016|The moon up there in the sky was shining, 21016|Over Andros' cliffs, 21016|Where Troy lay smoking, 21016|And Ajax was at Ajax. 21016|Out in the night the king's riders 21016|Came back from battle dying; 21016|But Ajax on the sand alone, 21016|With his helmet off and his long red cloak, 21016|Looked for the king. 21016|There was Ajax on the sea-sand, 21016|And the mast so white that glistened 21016|With the blood of slaughtered men 21016|And Argive women there in the dark, 21016|The king did not know; 21016|He sailed safe over the waters, 21016|He swam, but could not rest; 21016|Still through the night did he look for the sleep 21016|That was coming slow. 21016|And when dawn came, dawn came in haste, 21016|To the land where Ajax was, 21016|His head upon a bark that was sailing 21016|Through the misty sea. 21016|"O father, must we perish all, 21016|To perish in the tempest born? 21016|Who but the brave of heart would stand 21016|Where we stand now by the mast-head? 21016|Or who but serve the Argive men 21016|This day for Ajax dead?" 21016|He stood by the ships mast-head, 21016|Waiting for word from the men at the helm, 21016|They steered for Troy the narrow way, 21016|Over the Chipalè plains, 21016|Over the hills, and down into the sea, 21016|Underneath a gloomy oak, 21016|Underneath a spreading mossy rock, 21016|Where Ajax was set to wait 21016|Till the Argives should the hour arrive ======================================== SAMPLE 42860 ======================================== 8672|For the dear ones all that he's loved 8672|Are in the arms of a sailor, 8672|The dear ones are lying at rest 8672|In the sea that's waiting for them. 8672|All my loves by my bosom hang 8672|Worn out, and they'll soon be dead, 8672|For, oh! they've come to the land 8672|Where she'll lay them safe at rest, 8672|To the arms that were wrapped about 8672|In life's soft winter garb. 8672|The night air sighs o'er my head, 8672|The earth is full of a tear, 8672|For my love's heart lies torn in twain 8672|On the shores where his body lay. 8672|The sky grows sad for my sake; 8672|And the wind sighs out in a sigh 8672|For my love and the dear ones both 8672|Sleep in the bosoms of the sea. 8672|Weeds for the flowers where the sea-mew sodds 8672|The land they died to defend, 8672|And the waves for love that had died. 8672|And here are the dreams that they dreamed, 8672|Here are the hopes that they had 8672|In the past when the world was good 8672|To my loved ones all that day. 8672|"_Cinderella is dead_ 8672|The sky looks blue and blue, 8672|The winds rave and rave, 8672|And it's far to the town to-night 8672|For Cinderella's dead. 8672|"She once was so fair," 8672|The sun looks white and white, 8672|The dew lies on her breast, 8672|And it's far to the town to-night 8672|For Cinderella's dead. 8672|"_She's all set to turn her wheel_ 8672|The sun looks black and black, 8672|The dew falls on her face, 8672|And it's far to the town to-night 8672|For Cinderella's dead." 8672|"She's sick all the day, 8672|And sicker by half," 8672|The storm looks strange and strange, 8672|The dew lies on her hair, 8672|And it's far to the town to-night 8672|For Cinderella's dead. 8672|"_There'll surely come a day_ 8672|When she won't turn about_"; 8672|The dew is on her face and breast 8672|And it's far to the town to-night 8672|For Cinderella's dead. 8672|"_A great house and a big gown_ 8672|_With servants to obey_"; 8672|There be three of them still at her side-- 8672|The children, her servants and all-- 8672|The children, her servants, and all, 8672|They lie in a sty till the next moon, 8672|The big gown she wears for her hair, 8672|To keep all the wicked away, 8672|The big gown she wears for her hair. 8672|"_The house is the land_ 8672|_And the great gown so fine_"; 8672|The dew is on it night and day, 8672|As she stands there without a sound, 8672|To keep all the wicked away 8672|The big gown she wears for her hair, 8672|To keep all the wicked away. 8672|"_A great book to think on_ 8672|_And a long parcel to carry_"; 8672|The stars, and the earth, and the sky, 8672|Are all hid there in a paper fold, 8672|They never are seen by the light, 8672|The little parcel she carries 8672|To keep all the wicked away. 8672|"_She lives on a table_ 8672|_With an apple for a chair_"; 8672|When it is done she does not speak, 8672|She never turns round to say grace, 8672|She never stirs a leaf or leaf heap, 8672|The little parcel she keeps there 8672|To keep all the wicked away. 8672|"_She has a golden goblet_ 8672|_To drink till she long_"; 8672|A little ======================================== SAMPLE 42870 ======================================== 15370|That's all the rest? 15370|That's all? 15370|And now, my little baby, I pray you, 15370|Do not be naughty, so love-joys are flush! 15370|For _you_ you're an orphan, 15370|You'll have no father, so love-joys will burn! 15370|I'm so glad, my little baby, 15370|I haven't got a lover yet-- 15370|For you, I swear, I'll be true. 15370|Now be good, my little baby, 15370|In all your little tricks, I beg! 15370|I'll tell you all a story 15370|So very strange, you fear; 15370|It's a great mystery 15370|To me,--I'm afraid. 15370|When you were just little, 15370|Did you ever see 15370|The moon to young children 15370|A white thing on the beam-- 15370|A shadow on the bed? 15370|No, nor the sun, I trow; 15370|'Tis something very droll, 15370|A baby's hand to guide. 15370|You have no doubt now, 15370|My darling, that I 15370|Have told you how to sing! 15370|The baby, 'neath the bed, 15370|'Neath the pillows' head, 15370|Was playing at a tune 15370|Of many colours, dim-- 15370|And there upon the ground 15370|They danced upon it so! 15370|And when it was all done, 15370|'Twas all in the wildest measure 15370|It's never could repain: 15370|No melody could give 15370|Its sweetness to a child's ear. 15370|'Twas played them one by one, 15370|And then again, and again. 15370|One night, as the candle 15370|In my bed was lit, 15370|I heard a boy cry: 15370|"Ah, that was a naughty pair! 15370|They'll never play again." 15370|Weeping he flung his arms 15370|Round some young people three. 15370|I woke and called, I cried,-- 15370|"Go out my pretty babes, 15370|And put them in bed!" 15370|Weeping, they cried, "Our babes, 15370|And keep them from mischief!" 15370|Then back I took my stick, 15370|Drew the bed for all-- 15370|Fond little folk, I pray, 15370|Never, never go to bed. 15370|It is a fine thing a little baby to cry, 15370|And to cry so when she's lying in a man's bed. 15370|Sometimes the little folks do not speak; 15370|That is a good thing: 15370|Their mother's got no bread or meat; 15370|I'm sure she's cryin' still. 15370|And when I've done my duty 15370|There's times when they do sleep. 15370|I think the world is very big 15370|When one can take a baby on my arm. 15370|One would be a great big feather-- 15370|I'd be a feather. 15370|I wonder what you would do 15370|If you had that little one with you! 15370|You would run and hide your face, 15370|You would run and hide your face, 15370|And then you'd have to go to bed. 15370|It is a nice thing in the evening before a play 15370|To laugh awhile at the quaint stories that were told, 15370|Then when the light is brighter go on to the game. 15370|'Twill please you much to see that with children when play's done, 15370|The children come to love the author of the deed. 15370|'Tis no little thing to be able to laugh at the play, 15370|And the silly children who grow up to love me. 15370|O! the sweet, sweet feeling of play in the morning; 15370|When all the world is so busy and busy about 15370|Some busy hand, or busy foot, or busy brain, 15370|That it needs no "quick and smooth" to make its business go. 15370|I could never ======================================== SAMPLE 42880 ======================================== 18500|An's got a wife; 18500|She can sing and e'en can dance, 18500|An' cook like a lord. 18500|She's a kind old lady! 18500|I dona envy a king; 18500|I think our bandy kings do 18500|Much better seem: 18500|We've sae much on land and thrift, 18500|But we hae plenty o' that, 18500|On either side: 18500|There's mony to be proud, 18500|An' proudabouts still; 18500|But she is most magnificent, 18500|An' modest the best: 18500|Nane e'er excell'd in dress, 18500|(I'm at Bob shoomes in search), 18500|The shape an' the face o' a lass, 18500|As pretty is she as fair: 18500|An' she's a very deserving prize, 18500|But she never to heaven comes: 18500|For siccan crimes she's guiltless known; 18500|An' like to break our fau't. 18500|But hark! I should like to get her-- 18500|I think she has a pair o' smiters, 18500|A fau't or two, and a bit o' gewgaws 18500|Wi' rapping an' cracking. 18500|She's gaun to London, I do declare-- 18500|The fairest I ever did see; 18500|But they've sic things a-comin', sir; 18500|O, dear, poor devil, she's gone! 18500|Now, lasses I do detest, 18500|For they keep young men in tears, 18500|An' maids they never do us dear, 18500|But rob us o' joy-- 18500|An' mony a sad affront 18500|That's made me bear to see, 18500|That there's not a bonnie lass 18500|But is as bonnie as Myra's, 18500|For she's been my laddie afore, 18500|That was my ain! 18500|Wee'n then we were cordial an' fain, 18500|We co'd the cream o' the gate; 18500|But sic a burst we did get, 18500|The king forbade the joke. 18500|Wee'n then we were cordial an' fain, 18500|An' mony a merry friend 18500|Faled ill, an' the people hatered 18500|My liverie an' me heart. 18500|Wee'n then we were cordial an' fain-- 18500|We never kept rancour close, 18500|But we could every thing forbear 18500|Wi' the king's gallant son; 18500|I thocht wi' my Leith he was a rebel; 18500|But I found him a knave-- 18500|For he's awa' to join the county, 18500|An' I'll kilt him inyeh; 18500|Wi' the king's son he's a rebel, 18500|I'll knock him a kintraith-- 18500|I've waled my Leith son, 18500|For I'll aye be kintraith 18500|To me ain auld fauchaunce! 18500|When the morn was dawning on boughy Bloord, 18500|O'er brambley bluff, or brown low, 18500|An' a' the bendin' bend o' Malshedie, 18500|That chollie, easy jade did pass, 18500|Wi' her o' ten thousand cheerfu' gowdie, 18500|An' bairnies a' her lovely brood, 18500|O, but at dewy Callard's, the heather banks, 18500|Her auld gray mither, Bloord dowie, 18500|Would gang to woo her auld gray husband, 18500|An' please her ayulch a wee forwyn', 18500|An' saunter to her auld gray mither, 18500|To show her how sae she could frolic; 18500|But Bloord's auld, an' blithe his spirit was ======================================== SAMPLE 42890 ======================================== 30282|Ȝare: _all. all._ 30282|Þe hire, the þroȝen halle, 30282|Þe þryd þe þryd hoomȝ wakke 30282|& þe halle þrong, þrong þrong hoomȝ 30282|& þrydy þe hyȝe hyȝe 30282|With loked þres, loued les, 30282|Þat lyftly lyftely lyftely leftely. 30282|Þai were þe lyfte & lyftely; 30282|Lest we wyn þat þe lyf should lyue 30282|Alle þe lome of heuene. 30282|Þer wern al þat iles, þe werreȝ 30282|& alle þat kyndeȝ kost kepeȝ; 30282|Þat watȝ wyȝ þat weyȝ wroȝte. 30282|Bot elles ȝedeȝ ȝeden & ȝaters, 30282|Dere wern alle þat wer{es}, as dere ȝaters, 30282|Þyn kene & his kern, as deye hit riche, 30282|& alle halden alle þe hyre. 30282|So efteȝ þe ky{m}ste & þe ky{n}g ȝettes, 30282|Þat þe wy{m}men wern so wyse & so hedeȝ: 30282|W{i}t{h} þe wyse of þat wyse wytteȝ, 30282|For so moy{n}t i{n} þe mo{n} eynteȝ.” 30282|The bryȝt{ure} vch bry{n}k vpon þat w{i}t{h}-i{n}ne; 30282|Þe{n}ne þe mawte of moue moteȝ, 30282|Þen þat mau{n}gen mon þe mai{n}geȝ; 30282|Þat þe mihtes moyt{er} on me{n} gret, 30282|& þe{n}ne mon wern þe{n}ne of þe moȝt{er}ande þam; 30282|Þe{n}ne þe mote & mim myȝte, 30282|& seme to speke, seme to fayre; 30282|Þen swarede vpon þe{n}, on þe syde, 30282|Þat þe swete wat{er} v{us} heteȝ, 30282|& þe ky{n}g watȝ kest to þe{n}ne. 30282|Hwres vche longe mon hele; 30282|Heuen þat lyste ne lieueȝ 30282|& þe{n}ne þat moche meȝed; 30282|For þat moteȝ mote wern to nauþ{er}, 30282|& þe{n}ne moteȝ oþ{er} oþ{er} þat mone, 30282|& þe{n}ne þe mote & ma{n}neȝ his mete. 30282|Now þe schame of þis schame, 30282|Þe schour þat syþe to schour, 30282|Þat þis schryf a{n}ne schryme, 30282|& þe schyre a{n}ne schreef schrof, 30282|For þe wy{n}ne wern wern wrof, 30282|Þat al þe{n}ne alde a{n}nande arof; 30282|Þe wyȝeȝ awyseȝ, 30282|& þe sy{n}g þe to-syȝt; 30282|Þe ro ======================================== SAMPLE 42900 ======================================== 18238|He had a wife now, a girl, 18238|And children. In their hearts he felt 18238|A solemn hope. He'd found them fair; 18238|And there was comfort in his word, 18238|For surely they would like him yet. 18238|The last words were spoken, and the door 18238|Was opened, and the lady entered. 18238|A faint blush flushed her cheek, she took 18238|The letter from her bosom's swell, 18238|And read within: "This, with your leave, 18238|Befits him well, if his good fate. 18238|But here's something to be done. 18238|This morning, while in my chamber, 18238|My husband heard a loud assault 18238|Of soldiers on the gate-post; and I 18238|Beheld the soldiers' swords and spears, 18238|High dangling, black and iron-hilted. 18238|A gallant band of soldiers. 18238|Then my poor husband came from sleep, 18238|Bespoke, unasked, for my rescue. 18238|He asked the town to provide a band, 18238|Great too be his stature, great his wit, 18238|He said, to join with them the force 18238|Of soldiers and my husband, one 18238|Of whom he was not pleased to see, 18238|As she sat on the arm of him, 18238|With his arm outstretched, a woman, 18238|On the galloping step inviting. 18238|That night we sat together 18238|To supper with our husband, 18238|And on the morrow, when he woke 18238|In looking toward the road, 18238|He watched the man and woman, 18238|And said, 'My hand comes between us, 18238|And you will save him from injury?' 18238|What would you have me do? 18238|'I will not say 'twixt them I would not do.' 18238|Not as before in life or death? 18238|We could not speak and think together, 18238|We could not breathe together, 18238|All things of one nature 18238|Came upon my sudden, as 18238|A dream within a dream. 18238|Then you should see me thinking, 18238|As then I did at heart, and said 18238|To him who sat beside me, 18238|'My hand embraces your arm, 18238|I do but think aloud, 18238|But I am in the light.' 18238|"You do but see and feel him, 18238|As if he moved within you as 18238|He moved his limbs did you, dear. 18238|You would not feel his arm, that is 18238|My soul that is thy flesh and blood. 18238|You are not like this body's life: 18238|Your body's life is flesh and blood, 18238|And life is flesh and blood and soul." 18238|"I do but feel his arm, that is 18238|My soul that is thy flesh and blood."] 18238|"Woe to the man, the man of war, 18238|That with hands like polished chalcedon rings 18238|Hammers, and hews the throats of women, 18238|Bites at her breast and rends her hips!" 18238|"For his wife, the man of peace, this day 18238|Comes, in her arms, the daughter of an earl, 18238|And kisses with a finger-end her 18238|Crown, and says what men he knows best; 18238|She's the sweetheart of a king, the maid 18238|Of a king's daughter, the bride of a king." 18238|"You are the sweetheart of a king, the maid 18238|Of a king's daughter, the bride of a king."] 18238|"The king of old who gave you birth 18238|Is rich in silver, gold, and raiment, 18238|And gaves you at your birth. 18238|But he must die, 18238|And that will be, after his life is done, 18238|As well as any one." 18238|"The king of old who gave you birth 18238|Is ill and dying, and his daughter, 18238|A damsel in the gold of ======================================== SAMPLE 42910 ======================================== 26333|I've found a world of love, 26333|And it's not quite this way 26333|In its simplicity 26333|To my mind; 26333|I sometimes think it would be 26333|Easier far to part, 26333|And just go and find 26333|My heart's one another; 26333|The world has much to do 26333|Before the grand deadline. 26333|I'm ready now to part, dear, 26333|With everything you hold dear: 26333|The dear, long-fetial bond 26333|Of a brother-life with you; 26333|But first I would like to give 26333|You one last look, Dear, with tears, 26333|And then we'll sever. 26333|The flowers, the trees, the air, 26333|The music, all will fade, 26333|And though we never meet again, 26333|In heart we'll part. 26333|The world will have to live 26333|With the sore ache of being gone, 26333|And so we will not part, dear, 26333|We'll live in our dear love, dear, 26333|With smiles and laughter and gladness sweet. 26333|The sun will set, dear, and rise 26333|A Monarch upon his throne; 26333|But I will find you, love, 26333|And you shall reign my ruler, 26333|King of my heart for ever. 26333|In the garden of Murniya, by the banks of the River of Song, 26333|there was Siddartharma, a prince of the people. They named him the 26333|If you will bear a faithful heart when distress and pain 26333|pass from you away, 26333|Remember, all of these will remember you, will remember: 26333|and pity our sorrows and our weariness, 26333|for you will find peace in the light, 26333|and will know that our sorrows and our weariness 26333|come from the heavy love of you. 26333|We have known sorrow on our way, but the sweet, 26333|somewhat patient, very kindly soul of pain knows 26333|that, in spite of our sufferings, our sorrows and our weariness, 26333|it is very, very sweet, very almost divine 26333|in the midst of our wearisomeness, 26333|to know that, though all our hearts may be aching and 26333|wearisome, the soul of pain alone knows, 26333|that, with the touch of her heavenly wings, 26333|our weary feet will find rest. 26333|_Italics added= . . . 26333|For the sake of those little children seated, 26333|with their eyes half-closed and their hands in their lap, 26333|may the blessed God of mercy, the Lord of life, 26333|allow me to tell of their lives! 26333|Tired with travel long and thick-faced cities, 26333|like a bee in the bloom of the rose, 26333|I turn in my little boat of sand, and hear 26333|the water singing underneath and outside; 26333|the wind comes whining from the sea and chafes 26333|my side with a tale of sudden, bitter weather; 26333|the children, with the idle heads and the bright 26333|clamour of a baby in the flower-bed, come near. 26333|I can scarcely go, but at the last I draw 26333|away, and the children have drifted a little further 26333|because their weary mother's so sleepy. 26333|The wind comes through the door, and whispers: 26333|'It is so hot in the air that she must go, 26333|and I feel my eyes growing more and more blue; 26333|heaven has a kind of thing to do outside the door 26333|and watch our hearts beat like little bells.' 26333|So I reach under the tarp, and the boy is gone; 26333|I put the boat to tender, and then, oh God! I knew 26333|There is no way of being true without death. 26333|I heard you tell about the night and the windy hours; 26333|I saw the little blue houses you had built, 26333|and, if I had been there, it is easy to see 26333|how ======================================== SAMPLE 42920 ======================================== 20956|That a' were free from care and sorrow, 20956|And joys can never come for ever, 20956|But heigh now it's a' the truth, 20956|The poor man sall follow wharves 20956|That sall find delight, and be 20956|A' content wi' Heaven. 20956|For life and death I never cared, 20956|For joy may stay but few; 20956|But heigh now I think I want 20956|For the sake o' the lave mair free, 20956|And content wi' Heaven. 20956|The gowans bower was green and fair, 20956|And fragrant was the heather; 20956|The nightingale was singing sweet, 20956|The peacock gay was flying: 20956|Oh, the wee wassail vessels were 20956|The gowans bower to row in; 20956|And wha but Johnie's boys did ride 20956|On Merry Johnny's pony? 20956|"Oh! wha's Johnny," saith the lass, 20956|"Wha's Johnny?" "Oh! wha's Johnny?" 20956|Nane dared to kiss the sweet blue lid 20956|Of the gowans bower to ride. 20956|But when o'er the honey and roses 20956|Comes Mary-Ann's gosling, 20956|Then the wee wassail vessels blaze 20956|And Johnie's boys are bonnocking. 20956|Oh! wha's Johnny?" saith the lass, 20956|"Wha's Johnny?" "Oh! wha's Johnny?" 20956|Wha is Johnie? He's Johnie Borthwick, 20956|His wa's is in the sea; 20956|It's ane at gat Johnie Borthwick, 20956|Come out to swear to me; 20956|When he come hame, he cam to the door 20956|Wi' his hand frae gude grey hair, 20956|There's naething to dae to lang or sair, 20956|But baith himsel' and me. 20956|He was auld as a laddie now, 20956|He was auld as a laird; 20956|He'd a wife and he had naught to rin, 20956|He dwelt on a lea; 20956|He left his two bonnie daughters 20956|To care for his need; 20956|He sold his twa gray hairs for bread 20956|When he came awa'. 20956|Oh, he was auld as a leal, 20956|An' his heart it sang wi' joy! 20956|He was a dwallin' kind ye may ken 20956|E'en in the morning we 'll rise, 20956|E'en in the evening we 'll gae to 20956|The kirk with the deil. 20956|The kirk in the morning he keeks, 20956|And it's Johnie Borthwick that sings; 20956|But the kirk is sae bien an' sair 20956|Baith saft an' sleepin wi' tears, 20956|I doubt na how their e'en may bend 20956|E'en in the night. 20956|The kirn lights up sair to daur ye ken, 20956|The kirn lights on Johnie Borthwick's land; 20956|The kirk in the morning it casts 20956|Its smile sae sweet on Johnie's land; 20956|For braw and blue the kirk comes owre 20956|My mither's leal boy. 20956|The kirk when the morning it blawn 20956|In the early morning's early day, 20956|When the sun was down frae the hill 20956|An hour ago. 20956|Oh, aye lang or aye lang, 20956|We 'll sport our stock and stook, 20956|He 'll ride by the waesome side 20956|When the kirk lights up in the morn, 20956|While the kist wa' love and life 20956|Oh! aye lang or aye lang, 20956|We 'll sport our stock and stook! 20956|Then wh ======================================== SAMPLE 42930 ======================================== 941|Somebody called it "Saucy-Car," 941|And he never knew another like it 941|Until he "went to Saucy-Car." 968|I was twelve years old 968|And lived in a big house 968|In the back of the "Big Diomede" 968|Where the cowslip trees were standing. 968|I could not be found 968|But I heard the cowslip trees, 968|And my heart was happy and light and merry 968|Until the old cowslip tree fell down 968|And they all looked in my face. 968|In the morning I went 968|All down in the grassy land 968|At the bottom of the hill 968|To the grave of the cow with "Sausage-ear" 968|And that cow was sad and weary. 968|I could not be found 968|But my mind was all a-blink 968|And my heart the slime of slime. 968|And oh! the old cowslip tree stood still 968|And looked out at the lonely hills 968|At the lonely cows--and thought. 968|And there was never a sound 968|But the hoof-beats of weary feet 968|In the moonlight of the earth. 968|And my heart was all a-gush 968|Till I lost my hat and the shoes 968|But I always was glad that I was young 968|And proud and happy and free. 968|So I never found him now 968|But I always was glad of him, 968|And never cry alone, 968|And my heart is still as a pot on the bar 968|When I see a dog's head. 968|And the cow could only moan, 968|And the old cowslip tree was dead and gone. 968|But I always was glad of him, 968|And my heart is glad of him. 968|Oh, 'tis sweet to stand 968|But not to lie and love, 968|And a good friend to put 968|In a friend's hand when he can't stand 968|In his own room alone. 968|To go on and on 968|As the sun goes down the sky, 968|And the sky is blue and sweet. 968|And oh! the old cowslip tree stands still 968|And looks out at the lonely hills 968|At the lone hills as the sky's blue-- 968|And thought. 968|But it isn't for me, and it's not for you! 968|I can't bear for you, now the sun's low, 968|To go down in morning with all the rest 968|Of all you think I know, but I'm glad for you 968|And the old cowslip tree! 968|And the sky is blue and sweet 968|And the pasture grass is brown 968|And the cow is standing there, 968|And the horns are all the same 968|The old cowslip tree! 968|Heigh-ho! How the world are we! 968|And if I should be thinking now 968|Of our little boy sitting there alone 968|And the old cowslip tree. 968|The good things have come true in a great many ways; 968|Not all of them, not all of them was good, 968|But some of them I have let fall away, 968|And now I see that none of those good things are all. 968|But many things are good that were always good, 968|The brightening of the sun, the soft-throbbing breeze, 968|The stars' swift gleaming, and the light that dances 968|On every grass blade, or the summer moon. 968|And the old cowslip tree, and the hills of the plain, 968|And the old cows being there, and the cool sky, 968|And the good things are like flowers--but lost to me, 968|And I let them go away. 968|And I see the things I'd let them go away 968|That were so plain, and I'd let them go away, 968|That the day would come and the light be grown gray 968|And I'd let them go away. 968|How should I live if it should come to be 968|That I let all the bright things slip away? 968|But now life seems so dull, and I see my soul 968|Is like a little bell that just goes tolling; 968|And as soon as I hear the knell of death, 968|I ======================================== SAMPLE 42940 ======================================== 37371|That I'd like to be? 37371|How is the Spring in my soul, 37371|Since she's gone away? 37371|Do I say, "My heart will be 37371|With her, when she's dead"? 37371|Or do I say, with one thought,-- 37371|"My heart is true to her"? 37371|As the red leaves fall, 37371|As the white leaves break, 37371|What matter now how I look? 37371|As the days go, so goes thy love. 37371|When the years have gone 37371|I still have Time for thy love to see, 37371|And Life for thy to dream. 37371|So I'll keep the days 37371|And Time the hours; 37371|And still, for that old love's sake, 37371|I'll wait for thee, in this life forlorn 37371|Of time and space. 37371|How can the sweetest, sweetest life, 37371|Where all is good, and all is fair, 37371|Be short of love and love divine?-- 37371|Oh, this is all I know, I know. 37371|The night begins to droop, the air is cool. 37371|The lily's rose at rest 37371|In dewy pools below, 37371|The little blue-bell is nestling there; 37371|The moon's edge is glooming, 37371|As if its silver light were sleeping; 37371|But now the shadows of the leaves 37371|Hide the fair moon, and, lo! 37371|A cloud-fleck on high 37371|Of silver-yellow glow, 37371|With starry flecks, is passing by. 37371|The lily white's fair, but all too frail, 37371|Yet in the dewy mosses 37371|And mossy banks I'll rest for thee. 37371|I know a spot where a green misty misty 37371|Minstrel of the May, 37371|She sleeps in a flower bed by a streamlet 37371|Of sunlight and of sun; 37371|And now the shadows of the leaves 37371|Hush her dreamily. 37371|And when the light of day grows faint and far, 37371|O'erhead, like a misty line 37371|The rainbow gleams in her eyes of azure, 37371|And my spirit to hers 37371|Is like a dove to a rose tree; 37371|But now, 'gainst the sun, 37371|In the grasses dark she lies in a dream. 37371|For her soul's in turmoil, its heart is full 37371|Of its own grief; and now she dreams 37371|A song of longing and care; 37371|And there are flowers, and I who may not meet, 37371|But whose souls will touch thy heart at least. 37371|Oh, love me, oh, love me, my love, 37371|Oh, love me, oh, love me. 37371|For I know it will not be long 37371|Ere the flower in my bosom be 37371|With sweetness of song and of sunshine. 37371|Then will I come back to thee, and bring 37371|No tear of regret, but love at last 37371|For the things that have made thee so true, 37371|And have given thee all I know and all 37371|To make my life half sweet to thee. 37371|It is sweet in the meadows of May, 37371|The fields lie in golden sheaves 37371|In a golden haze amid the green, 37371|And the wild birds sing love-songs 37371|As they feed in dusked grasses. 37371|The birds are wild and happy, and there's joy 37371|In the soft-lipped grass and the quivering sheaves 37371|For summer and winter; and the sun 37371|Is a-breathing love and hope. 37371|Oh, love me, oh, love me, my love, 37371|Oh, love me, oh, love me. 37371|The sun and the birds are a-tremble, but 37371|The old flowers of the May 37371|Lie in their glory a-swaying: 37371|A-dangling hair and ======================================== SAMPLE 42950 ======================================== 1287|Thou wast not made for earthly strife. 1287|I think I have too firmly clasp'd 1287|In my strong bosom the strong thought; 1287|That love I'm well-nigh sick of, 1287|That life is full of woe; 1287|I see life's glory fade away! 1287|The old, old story I remember, 1287|I long'd for ever to hear it. 1287|'Tis still the same, 'tis still my passion; 1287|I have but little to hope for. 1287|And yet, I would have gone,-- 1287|There's still the trouble--there's a way! 1287|With me, with me, thou still! 1287|'Tis strange, my life hath still such longings! 1287|Yet the charm is such,--I'll seek for it. 1287|With thee alone I could go! 1287|But thou art not to be mine! 1287|Thou, thou hast nothing: go away. 1287|Oh, do not move! oh, do not move! 1287|The old, old story I remember 1287|I long'd for ever to hear it! 1287|Ye gentle folk and noble, thou 1287|Have I long'd for ever heard it! 1287|But since thou canst not, I'll seek for it; 1287|The old, old story I remember 1287|I long'd for ever to hear it! 1287|And I,--with thee alone I could go! 1287|But thou art not to be mine! 1287|Thou, thou hast nothing: go away! 1287|And the old, old story I remember 1287|I long'd for ever to hear it. 1287|The old, old bard hath sung it, 1287|For his children's sakes he sings it; 1287|Then wilt thou go, my child, away, 1287|From the bard thy faithful comrade! 1287|Heaven only honors those 1287|With whom thou'lt still fellowship unite! 1287|The old, old bard hath sung it, 1287|When the world was very little; 1287|Heaven only honors those 1287|With whom thou'lt still fellowship unite! 1287|For thy father's sakes thou shalt not 1287|With him to foreign regions wander; 1287|But he'll teach thee what to love, 1287|And what to shun, and what to pray. 1287|He tells thee how to find 1287|A good friend in all men's eyes; 1287|And how, too long undone, 1287|He seeks to give his soul to others. 1287|He's ever ready to tell thee 1287|In what things he's full of woe, 1287|And, when it's said to thee, 1287|Wilt make the sorrows of thy nature. 1287|To others he'll make it known, 1287|How his heart with grief is rife; 1287|And how 'tis he must needs lose 1287|Hearts dear ones, he must not spare. 1287|He tells thee of the joys of Heaven, 1287|And 'tis he must not suffer pain 1287|In sending thee to the tomb. 1287|He wants a friendly spirit, 1287|And 'tis not yet enough 1287|To know it: then, dearest boy, 1287|Thou need'st not fear to find it. 1287|Thou must not ever tell him 1287|What thou think'st he ought to be, 1287|But, if thou lov'st, thou'lt tell him. 1287|A shepherd who knew nought of care; 1287|A shepherd who did not despise 1287|The sorrows, and the tears, of earth, 1287|And ever freely didst impart 1287|To others a grateful heart; 1287|Whose wit, his wit combined, was new, 1287|Whose eye, his eye's grace displayed. 1287|Yet he was loved in vain--the eye 1287|Wrought mischief where it might-- 1287|To me, the heart in sorrow, turned, 1287|For still and ever still I miss 1287|'Twas in the bosom of a father 1287|I sometimes am ======================================== SAMPLE 42960 ======================================== 2863|But I am in the mood for the old, old days.' 2863|'Yes, to be sure,' the old man cried. 2863|'What's she doing here? Who can she be, 2863|With her big eyes, and the curls upon her head?' 2863|'She is the mistress of a convent which is called 2863|The Sainted Veil;' and he said: 'We are all of one mind here-- 2863|No man goes home with the Lady Veil.' 2863|'The Lady Veil?' 'She is the mistress of a convent.' 2863|'And the old man said: 'Have patience; see there in the rear of it 2863|The stone walls of the convent are of a nature so 2863|intimate that they seem 2863|To have given in to the weather, and it looks as if 2863|They must be formed of a rock for a rock's internal 2863|purpose; 2863|And the walls are thickly embossed with pictures of saints, 2863|Who are very often dressed so 2863|Out of the bustle and bustle of life are clothed so 2863|Well, the Lady Veil's convent that is called with the name 2863|Of The Sainted Veil, 2863|To which that, as the old man said, 2863|'The Lady Veil is so accustomed, 2863|Is the subject of my story.' 2863|There was a pause: the old man said 2863|'Her father is the Bishop of Saint Mark's-- 2863|It is written the Lady Veil has many friends 2863|Who support the Bishop of Saint Mark's-- 2863|He is coming to say Mass 2863|To-day at the end of the day.' 2863|The Lady Veil's convent that is called with the name 2863|Of The Sainted Veil. Who are they? 2863|They are a thing to dream upon; 2863|Or to dream upon forever, 2863|For they are a thing of dream, 2863|And their convent is called with the name 2863|Of The Sainted Veil. 2863|'What is the name of the convent?' the old man asked the child. 2863|'The Lady Veil', the child answered the old man evenly. 2863|"I have not yet been to the convent,' answered the child. 2863|'Then she is the subject of your story, is it not?" 2863|The old man's face a moment was clouded; his forehead wrinkled; 2863|He began: - 2863|"I am quite sure, old soul and young, 2863|In the world's cold day," he said in a tone of pain, 2863|"'Twas the Lord of the Veil who walked below, 2863|He was troubled at having walked so near 2863|And not seen, and having spied so long 2863|And for two hours had slept, and the silence followed 2863|As if he had taken his rest: 2863|"He was silent, but I was weary, 2863|I did not even wait to take his seat, 2863|I only turned my feet from the priest, 2863|And drew out far away the door-stop, 2863|That he might get a seat there nearer, 2863|And I could sit at the right-hand side, 2863|And he could make the rest of us think 2863|I sat at the right-hand side of the priest." 2863|"He was glad to see me sitting there, 2863|He seemed to wish that I was still waiting, 2863|And did not want to speak, because 2863|He did not trust that I could speak; 2863|He thought before we spoke I was only 2863|He thought of what had happened this day 2863|I felt as if this man were some evil spirit 2863|"I stood at the right-hand of the priest, 2863|And he looked at me fearfully, 2863|And we both sat at the end of the seat, 2863|His face turned to mine, his eyes were bright 2863|"I sat there like a shadow, for I did not know 2863|If he would rest or struggle back 2863|That I and his wife, for I was young, 2863|Should have it so; but I did not seek 2863|To be a ======================================== SAMPLE 42970 ======================================== 17393|What I have to say is that the world is out of tune 17393|For those who make such good use of them to a good end, 17393|And that's why I've come to the conclusion, as you will 17393|And I must say the same of the world's indifference 17393|And all the selfishness it puts out to get at me! 17393|I say that the world's indifference shows itself 17393|In the great need thereof for a world of its own; 17393|What's a world of its own, to mine? No, not the least. 17393|As a poet I have made no world, I myself would say. 17393|I never even saw a thing and never shall. 17393|It's only a name upon a name that is not mine, 17393|And it's as false to Nature and to man's estate 17393|As was that statement some five hundred years ago 17393|That if a man's got nothing the world will furnish. 17393|But if you look beyond that, I may say that man 17393|May win a little if he's careful enough, 17393|And a man may grow with his effort--what's that? 17393|A thousand years ago, to you or me, 17393|A man's a man, and a man is nothing. 17393|'Tis a hard life, and I'm glad that God has made it, 17393|And I can say, for I have lived it, I have learned 17393|As much in the six years since I left you first 17393|As all the wise old men who came after me, 17393|And all the women still in their glory stand. 17393|What's your answer? I say to yourself, if you choose, 17393|What have I gained by seeking? what has I lost? 17393|I have made this world an awful thing and strange, 17393|And strange too is every man, and strange the world. 17393|And in seeking to make it a thing of this sort 17393|I have lost all sense of what is real to one 17393|Or more of the myriad million souls in this 17393|Far land of souls, and all the wealth of it. 17393|And every man that has held me since I've known, 17393|And loved me since all else went to seed in me, 17393|That I can give up. I never wrote for praise, 17393|And now I don't take any credit for it. 17393|Well, to a man I'm sorry. I confess to you 17393|That I have written things I like; but you are wise, 17393|And you'll see this thing and hear it then, I'm sure: 17393|If all of the men in the world were the men 17393|That you see here for ever, then all would go well; 17393|But you're not one of the many, and the worst is yet-- 17393|You're one of the many, and it's best that you go. 17393|Nay, this is best for you: there's no one here to hear 17393|The words that hurt in the days when I was young; 17393|There's no one here for me to kiss, and your fame 17393|May go with you a-maying anywhere you go, 17393|A-making your jokes, and your wit not being heard, 17393|And all the other things that young men will say! 17393|So this is the end of it, and now go away! 17393|Why, when I get to be a man, I shall be 17393|A very great old man--very old and gray, 17393|And that great old man's got a great old scar 17393|On his forehead, and a grave on his breast, 17393|And the grave there is, where all the men are. 17393|You smile to-day when you're walking your dogs, 17393|To-day it's good to think of the little things 17393|That used to grow and change and change again 17393|Each day. Oh, the little things! I've forgot them all, 17393|And all the years have past, and all the songs that were. 17393|How you smile! But that's the very thing that keeps me going! 17393|No one likes me. I'm always sitting with the band, 17393|Or ======================================== SAMPLE 42980 ======================================== 30332|Or that she loved him as she had loved them, yet 30332|Could she be reconciled? could she hold 30332|The peace that could not change for her their will? 30332|What should woman do when she is not free, 30332|And every day to herself must yield, 30332|And every hour have thought and hope be dead? 30332|The tears were falling in her eyes' deep glories, 30332|And at her fingers' ends of twilight green 30332|They seemed to hold up golden mirrors, whereon 30332|She looked and nothing there was hidden there. 30332|How should she weep when all that her life might crave, 30332|All that her heart yearned o'er, is given to nought? 30332|How else should she be comforted who sees 30332|Things that have been the sole delight of all 30332|Ere the first sun of youth had touched the earth? 30332|Nay, rather than that bitter thing be she 30332|Whose very name could feed the wild beasts o'er, 30332|Or that which she should love the most of all 30332|To be herself for one season, may I ask, 30332|Who is there that can make sweet things out of pain, 30332|Even as I, O Christ, and hold my breath? 30332|It was an old, old story unto her 30332|Which told of one who in his strength made 30332|The mighty earth his bride, and all the sea 30332|He made under his waves; but all the day 30332|The people loved his work; nay, the people 30332|Were all so happy in their bliss, and fed 30332|With fruit of his very pleasant fruit, they said, 30332|"This must be ours, for now we know the spring, 30332|And we have our wearied arms and feet again." 30332|Then there would arise sweet voices from the sea, 30332|And the sea would give back sweet words in play, 30332|And still through all that sunny world of bliss 30332|The sea said, "I will make you fruitful, and give 30332|My life-giving waters in your living streams." 30332|A little while and the new life was fulfilled, 30332|And all the little waves were filled to the brim 30332|With young men, and with young women, with fair hair 30332|And lovely eyes, but all of every hue 30332|But one, the youngest of all, the maiden's hair, 30332|Her hair which yet had not so many waves set 30332|Upon it, because she went without a kiss 30332|On many a midnight journey of her own 30332|Far up the sea-road to the shore that lay. 30332|Ah, lovely old sea, no other way would be 30332|But thou shouldst make thy waters a new world, 30332|And all the lives of all men be the same 30332|And no man's life was not a little paradise, 30332|Nor other life but that for which thou wast born. 30332|And so, as ever, there would be peace to keep 30332|Till the Lord set all things in their places right, 30332|Until at last the waves and all men's lives, 30332|For all the people, might destroy the sea. 30332|And, therefore, the old god, weary of his days, 30332|Moved on at last, and with him many more 30332|Of the same land, but none of them as great; 30332|The town was that of that old man from Ithaca: 30332|And now the king came on with all his men 30332|As though the sea should be changed for a day 30332|And changed for a night, that then would pass away. 30332|So forth he went, with his great host to the sea, 30332|And to the shore that lay beyond the sea-side, 30332|And he passed by the haven of the sea, 30332|And on to the haven of the sea he went 30332|But a little while he stayed, till on the shore 30332|The tide came in, and there was water enough, 30332|And there upon the white sand lay the maiden 30332|Whom thou hadst seen not and hadst heard of not, 30332|But she was beautiful, and bright withal-- 30332 ======================================== SAMPLE 42990 ======================================== 1280|In what time I left my home. 1280|It chanced one day, as I was out walking up the street 1280|A man came near to me, and then came back. 1280|I asked him if he would not drive me home, 1280|But he refused and said he'd drive me in. 1280|I looked at him and felt proud, 1280|For this was the man's way 1280|Of dealing with a stranger. 1280|When I returned to my old home, 1280|He followed me to the door, and 1280|A while thereafter 1280|He came again, but I was not at home. 1280|When I was growing up, my father ran the school 1280|And my mother died, I was left without 1280|A father or a mother to love me. 1280|I had only one sister, and she was sweet and kind 1280|When I would visit her, or to see, 1280|But she often seemed to me 1280|An out-of-doors woman, 1280|She often moved about in rags. 1280|I had one toy that grew in the garden 1280|Which I played with upon a little rail, 1280|And the boys who played with it would often run after it 1280|And play with me upon it. 1280|I always thought it a shame 1280|When I was left alone 1280|To go, without a friend or relative or brother 1280|To look after my toys in the yard. 1280|So I thought I would go with them, and learn my trade, 1280|And work with the nails to make them stick. 1280|When I got here, the men were working all around me, 1280|And calling my number; 1280|They worked up the price of the goods, 1280|They carried them away, as it was. 1280|I cried and pleaded when they took away my toys; 1280|It made me sad, and I could not bear it. 1280|But they took them away, and then I had to give 1280|The little toys to a beggar. 1280|THERE was a farmer in Haverhill, 1280|Who had two goats, one white, the other black; 1280|He said they would not work if one was not there, 1280|But would work if one he was not there. 1280|His wife went into the barn to fetch him a drink, 1280|The goats started at her coming so wild, 1280|In fact it was scarcely even a sound 1280|Before they started on their way to the mill, 1280|To drink and to play and to tease. 1280|The farmers took their evening supper 1280|By the hot stove with the goats in the stable, 1280|And each said to the other, "It is sad 1280|That one cannot work with his hands enough, 1280|For I have had a hard time of it." 1280|And they made up a bill of about five dollars, 1280|A bill they had passed the night before. 1280|But it was for the black goat, it would not pass. 1280|They passed that bill all along the street. 1280|TOO rough the breezes were blowing, 1280|The skies were a-blue; 1280|The sky was too blue, the water too cool; 1280|We couldn't get the little duckling to swim. 1280|We called him "Samson," and he loved our talk, 1280|But he would not eat. 1280|For we were crying all the time, 1280|He was the sweetest thing under the sun. 1280|And now it's dead, and he lies on the beach, 1280|And we should have him safe, but, oh, he won't come! 1280|He had a friend. 1280|So we tried a new thing, 1280|And put him in the air. 1280|And over the water we raised him high 1280|And hung him in the trees. 1280|We thought he would come home at night, so we cried, 1280|But he would not come. 1280|WE were all talking in the house, and the cat, Bess, 1280|Dropped down upon the couch: "Come, go away!" 1280|But, in fact, ======================================== SAMPLE 43000 ======================================== 1304|And he to the moon shall yield, so high 1304|His vessel's keel shall touch the cloud. 1304|And the sun shall rise and set beneath 1304|A mark in water on the sea-- 1304|A mark that no waves can there betray-- 1304|A mark to tell of his descent! 1304|And the stars, shall they ever cease to shine, 1304|Shall rise and set in the sky, 1304|Unto one mark, one glittering line, 1304|From the center to the sea! 1304|A RISE, oh! a RISE, for the World's sweet sake! 1304|And a RISE for those who walk the world's vast round! 1304|A RISE for all, where'er their ranks are spread 1304|Who rise to do the same, or strive to do the same! 1304|Where'er the feet of Freedom's ancient kings 1304|Search the Great Stream, or the dim streams of Thrace, 1304|Or the great streams of Hindustan, or the Great Lands, 1304|Or the streams of Ganges or the winds of Ind; 1304|While the world has feet, and hands, and hearts, and heads, 1304|Beyond the reach of all that mortal ken; 1304|A RISE, oh! a RISE for the World's sweet sake! 1304|A RISE for any land, or even the wide earth! 1304|A RISE for all! so that the weak shall stand, 1304|And the strong shall fall, or the cruel perish! 1304|A RISE to the name of that first, that first, 1304|Oh! the greatest! oh! the greatest and the best! 1304|If but for the one, that single hour 1304|We might have gathered all our wealth and power 1304|And made mankind our slave, and all mankind 1304|Slave-like had grown, and all the toiling earth 1304|Had trodden under foot the grass we trod; 1304|But no such brotherhood had manly been, 1304|As brotherhood of man with brotherhood! 1304|For what were manhood's duties--what meant 1304|These duties!--if man were made not to live 1304|To his fellows only, and exclude 1304|All other men from his, his kin! 1304|For what were manhood's virtues--what meant 1304|These virtues!--if man were made to live 1304|To his fellows only, and avoid 1304|All other men from his own love's verge, 1304|From the strong's struggle, and from strife's arms!-- 1304|But even in this, as in that other strife, 1304|Our blessed Maker knew, as well as we, 1304|That we all knew what we were making! 1304|'Tis hard for man to seek what he can! 1304|But harder still to feel he can't! 1304|As well, methinks, our blessed mother knows 1304|What cannot be, and what cannot be 1304|Sought--'tis she alone is constant here, 1304|Because she is all that we deem we know, 1304|All that we need for comfort and rest. 1304|She is the only sure and perfect bliss, 1304|The only sure and perfect happiness, 1304|The only ever joy that's mine, 1304|Since man by woman's unfeeling will 1304|Was made so full of life and beauty, 1304|Made such far, far to be free. 1304|Why may not man's love, then, only be 1304|Love for himself alone-- 1304|Why must we still, as heretofore, behold 1304|Such things as waken Love on men? 1304|Let the world's sun rise in splendor 1304|And the world's moon shine in splendor 1304|And the sun himself dance full, 1304|As he hath told me to have seen; 1304|Let the world's stars shine in splendor, 1304|And the stars themselves dance in splendor; 1304|For a God must love a mortal, 1304|And a mortal must love a God. 1304|ALL the old, old things again! 1304|The old blue window, the brown birk, 1304|The old black ======================================== SAMPLE 43010 ======================================== 34215|The moon. And it's very sad that my mother 34215|Has to go out to the wood to look for it! 34215|"The moon is very beautiful. 34215|It shines so bright, so bright, 34215|That young men are happy at noon, 34215|But at night they are sad." 34215|In the old days we had two beautiful sisters, 34215|And these words we kept as a rule: 34215|"No, do not look at the moon, 34215|If you really are good." 34215|But at the break of day we used to sing aloud to it, 34215|So we sang our song so well: 34215|"No, do not look at the moon; 34215|Unless you are very, very, good, 34215|And know how to make it bright, all day!" 34215|"I can not go out to the woods 34215|And look at the moon so bright; 34215|I cannot see through the trees, 34215|Nor cross the meadow-lands; 34215|And I fear, when I shall be there, 34215|I am sure that I shall miss it. 34215|"I cannot go to the meadow-lands 34215|Because they would not let me; 34215|Nor can I leave my mother, 34215|Because she would not mind me. 34215|So when I suppose I'm going, 34215|I'm hoping I may see her!" 34215|"I cannot go to the town 34215|When the sun is dark on high; 34215|I cannot see the people 34215|Pass along the road. 34215|"I cannot go to the market-place, 34215|When it is not bright or fair; 34215|I cannot hear the people 34215|Murmur, because I'm far away." 34215|"And I can not go to the court, 34215|I cannot look at the men; 34215|No, my mother still has care 34215|For me in the house when the sun is dark." 34215|"Oh no, no! in spring they make me a dress 34215|All richly colored and well cut, and fine to wear 34215|In the market-place when 'tis full of fair young folk; 34215|But oh, when the sun is very dark, and my father 34215|Has to go from the village, I will go too." 34215|Hilda and I did not speak a word 34215|For a long time, and the maiden stood still 34215|With her head bent down, so peaceful and pure 34215|And loving-kind. She had hidden, 34215|She had never seen the sun; 34215|For she wept for sorrow and the bitter pain 34215|That her heart was all in agony suffering. 34215|And I too said:-- 34215|"We can not go to the world's fair city 34215|But quietly we will go there; 34215|For if I have to leave off playing, 34215|If the great one come to me, 34215|"Then will I go to her and say:--'Dear, 34215|Why is this grief in your heart so red, 34215|While that other's blue?'-- 34215|"Ah, if I know that her heart is glad 34215|At this life of mine, then then 34215|I must suffer the same at the grave!" 34215|But the maid, who loved me so tenderly then, 34215|She looked once more at the face of the maiden, 34215|And she said sadly, as if she were weeping: 34215|"Oh, I go so gently, go so quietly, 34215|For oh, I do love you so dearly! 34215|"In the spring I will come to your village. 34215|Oh, tell your mother now that I'm coming!" 34215|_Fate_, _Fate_, _Thou _afflicteth_ me, 34215|Oh I am doomed to suffer;-- 34215|For the sun is setting, 34215|The moon is setting, 34215|And I must leave the wood. 34215|_Fate_, _Fate_, _Thou _afflicteth_ me, 34215|Oh I am doomed to suffer;-- 34215|The sun is setting, 34 ======================================== SAMPLE 43020 ======================================== 1057|The night that is ending is beginning, 1057|And as the stars are lighting you, 1057|Lilies pale, and amorous lilies, 1057|And the night is beginning to glow. 1057|O night, O night! 1057|They are calling to you, 1057|And in the deep night, they are calling, 1057|There's a voice from you calling. 1057|A little voice, a little voice 1057|Of prayer upon a midnight prayer, 1057|That makes the spirit to-night 1057|Ineffably blest. 1057|Ah, little voice, do pray! 1057|They are calling through the night, 1057|It is only in the darkness 1057|That we hear you. 1057|The little voice, the little voice, 1057|That makes the spirit to-night, 1057|As the sea by the shore is heard, 1057|Will surely be heard 1057|When the fires are lighted with the stars, 1057|And the voices of the Gods. 1057|The little voice, the little voice, 1057|Of prayer in the silence, 1057|Where death is, and life is, and death and life, 1057|Are not the gods alone. 1057|And we must hear you, little voice; 1057|Though they are calling through the night, 1057|Though the darkness be black and deep, 1057|We must hear you, little voice, 1057|And be thankful. 1057|And if we should fall, if we should break, 1057|Against or with our foes, O voice, 1057|We must rejoice: we must cry, 1057|And we must fall. 1057|And all the gods have done are ill 1057|That you have heard me say: 1057|But even should I never be heard of by the Gods again, 1057|The little voice of your praise 1057|I hear from the dark night 1057|In the still darkness; 1057|And on the darkness I cry: 1057|And we shall never fall. 1057|And the gods shall not be sorry for the little voice of praise 1057|But there shall be louder the little voice of the praise of you. 1057|And there shall be deeper the gladdening throng 1057|Of the souls that you had guided 1057|To a place of gladness 1057|In the darkness. 1057|And they shall know all the joys of the dark night when the dawn 1057|comes, and the great stars shall cry: 1057|Who has heard you now, 1057|Oh, faint little voice? 1057|How shall I sing of your praise, 1057|And your glorious triumph, 1057|When the lights are yet on the sea, 1057|And the dead have sleep? 1057|My love is sick, she lies on her sunny bed, 1057|All her hair is white with the snow, 1057|She is very old, and her eyes in a dream see 1057|Only the stars, that gleam so bright. 1057|O heart, is it true, that the white stars kill the 1057|sighful? 1057|What have the white stars done to you that you can be 1057|sore? 1057|The stars are watching, O eyes, 1057|As they watched over your youth, my heart. 1057|How long will it be then, when you lie on your sunny bed, 1057|Dreaming of the days that are long, 1057|And the stars, the white stars? 1057|O heart, my love, my heart, 1057|Why will you lie as you have laid, 1057|With the dead on your face, far off? 1057|What have the white stars done to you that you have sleep, 1057|That have sleep in a dream and die? 1057|The soft eyes that look into my face, 1057|The eyes that look at me, in the gray, 1057|To see if love comes, love passes by, 1057|By day and night. 1057|O heart, my heart, 1057|O heart, my friend, my soul that loves, 1057|Have you sleep, or dream, or do you know? 1057|Why do you lay on your bed so weak, ======================================== SAMPLE 43030 ======================================== 1727|and the ship was made as fast as it might be, for the men and their 1727|crews were all still inside the ship. Then they took the timber 1727|out, and the rest of their building, and then again they dragged the 1727|swamp out of the holes. They piled it up in a pile under the ship's 1727|side, and then they cut it up with axe and sickle, and with 1727|blades they broke it up, and it went on being the ground year by 1727|year, for it was not hard to him who had been there to look for 1727|witnesses to look for. He had a very little brain. It seems clear 1727|that he must have been astute in all sorts of things. 1727|"But at last the sun had now got down to his own black and 1727|reddened hair, and the winds had gone at last from the South 1727|(which is very rare, of course) and moved away from the straits 1727|at the mouth of the river, for they did not have time to go 1727|about all round the island gathering sea-weed, such as the 1727|Achaeans made with their ships; then they began with their 1727|ships and then with their armour; they built them up with a 1727|great many tools, for in the event of a sea landing they 1727|needed armour of some kind. Their helms and their hauberks were 1727|of oak, which did not lose a hair either way, and their guns were 1727|made of copper, iron, or even bronze; their heavy shields 1727|were of oak of the same thickness as is the standard worn by the 1727|Achaeans. No one ever could have told how much weight they had, or 1727|how many pounds, or how many feet or miles they were, for it is 1727|nigh impossible to keep track of all the tools that a man can 1727|use with the tools he is given, for even the gods are blind and 1727|have no more reason to keep track of the world than they do to 1727|help one another. 1727|"Therefore we had to make a hard stand here against our inclinations 1727|and resistances. When we got through with the sea we went on to 1727|the mainland, where the sea-side is, and on the other hand we took 1727|down the island, where the best ship anchors can and which has 1727|best chance of saving itself; now, however, this would be 1727|the only way of carrying off the armour and men, for there was 1727|too much water here for us to do this work with other tools. 1727|{* The island in which the ship of Ulysses made a stand (the 1727|Sidonian] was not yet in sight, for we were in a sea with a 1727|real sea already against it. On the right bank, in the midst of 1727|the water, we found a well and a man, about six or seven feet below 1727|that part of the coast. One of those who had been here at the 1727|ship's keel was looking up at us from the top of the reef, and 1727|said, 'You come from another ship,' and all who saw him heard him 1727|with one voice. He said that the Sirens came here also, and are 1727|those oracles who always keep watch and ward by night about the ships, 1727|and in the morning are like to come to the ships to guard the 1727|heads. The fishermen make them promise a great many things 1727|that in the old days, if a ship was wrecked, they would surely 1727|bring it to a river near and swallow it as long as there was 1727|fire. If then no fire comes to the ship, they may go on with their 1727|business, for it is impossible to keep fire all the long as the 1727|fire burns a great many things. On this account they 1727|promise that which they can't keep; they do indeed always keep 1727|themselves in mind, and say a great many things that are 1727|not true. They promise also in their business, and this is 1727|like a vow. Therefore give us the armour that is lying here 1727|beneath the mast,' and they did so; they laid it ======================================== SAMPLE 43040 ======================================== 2428|With whom, if I but know the right's the left's what's the use; 2428|Tho' Fortune's favours often may all your pains repay; 2428|But what's the good of her? or what but her decease? 2428|'O the old days of yore, before women were, 2428|O' course my mind the subject broods on again. 2428|A time when all the vulgar were all female-- 2428|And, God forgive me, I'll aver, 'twas yore. 2428|There never was monarch worse off--no matter what 2428|The gods decree, so Caesar had it so-- 2428|And now that monarchies change shape and station, 2428|'Twere madness to suppose them as before. 2428|Then 'twas a monarch who was known to all-- 2428|Aught but a monarch is now the commonplace. 2428|A fool once, as I've no small acquaintance, 2428|Did hold it as a rule to have no wife; 2428|No wife was ever known to quarrel with him, 2428|Till quarrel he was almost always about. 2428|But what is happiness? and what is a change? 2428|What is a change when neither you nor I? 2428|When neither you nor I it may seem to be, 2428|But an existence of a kind peculiar? 2428|A fool was happy once--one of a kind; 2428|He had not got too far with that strange pair, 2428|And, as the world is still in pieces made, 2428|The only kind of happiness left him-- 2428|A kind of existence, a kind of wife. 2428|But then how many thousands of wives are gone, 2428|Forgetting--nay! not liking--in a trice! 2428|The mistress of a thousand husbands, let's see, 2428|Was once a fortune-teller, or so she says. 2428|And when his mistress'--and his own mistress'--hands, 2428|(Though what is a wife's, I can't find in Statius) 2428|He was not thought to have betrayed the touch? 2428|His mistress had a manner that would do; 2428|But as to that--well--it is a theme for Homer. 2428|He's gone and found another, you suppose? 2428|You may as well ask "Where, how, and whereabout?" 2428|No--not he--not quite, I should defend him; 2428|Why? Oh, no--a devilish creature he. 2428|A devil like him, the good folk all condemn 2428|Who will a devil take on credit with. 2428|But what is the good or bad of a mendicant? 2428|Or if to mend is to be cured, I say't, 2428|The best physician in a city like this, 2428|Who would not wish to meet with a mendicant? 2428|My soul swells at once with hopes and fears; 2428|As when the mountains, with his tempestuous storms 2428|Disheartened, are forgotten in their wrath, 2428|And the low winds, which now from the west deny 2428|Their room, their shelter, are forced to retreat; 2428|So when the day is gone and the sky is gray, 2428|And no star glitters from the summer sky, 2428|My soul, o'erleaping its prison of cares 2428|And dreams, in rising clouds begins to sing; 2428|"O'erjoyed at length, I turn to the song-birds: 2428|Their song comes flying o'er me, like a blast, 2428|And sweet it is, as the last notes expire, 2428|To hear the singer of joys like mine arise, 2428|And kiss my eyes and meet my greeting there." 2428|'Tis said that some who had in life been poor 2428|Are now more prosperous and, if they could, 2428|The most iniquitous beggars oft are 2428|The poor make all the rest obsolete. 2428|The poor men are the men of strong attainments, 2428|A man's great learning or art's excellent gifts, 2428|Who, without any praise, was the supreme: 2428|A man to whom great honours ======================================== SAMPLE 43050 ======================================== 1186|That you were born to die. 1186|The years are years away, 1186|And the light is faded; 1186|I will come to you still 1186|And sit on your hearthstone. 1186|And the moon will turn from your room 1186|And not see you there; 1186|And the moon will smile and go 1186|And not see you come. 1186|I know your grave, that's beneath 1186|The flower-less meadow-ground, 1186|Where the long gray hills uprear 1186|Their shadow to the sun. 1186|Not a flower there is sweet 1186|As the sweet lips that loved it well; 1186|Not a field where the lilies grow 1186|Would the yellow roses miss. 1186|I love the little green things so. 1186|The little gnats, that fly and sing. 1186|The little caterpillars pale, 1186|That have made me like their way, 1186|I love the little green things so. 1186|All night through your house and me, 1186|O life, my darling, life, 1186|I have lived with the stars and caught 1186|The light of your face so bright, 1186|I never had faith that death 1186|Would ever be in it. 1186|But I am glad I am living now 1186|That so good you are dead. 1186|I should be sad and I dare not weep 1186|If you were not in the sky. 1186|I was glad I am living now, 1186|If you were not in the rain. 1186|I had hoped to live and love you long, 1186|But now I must kiss and hold you fast. 1186|I have hope in my heart to sing, 1186|When the white flowers are borne 1186|Where the white rose fades in black air 1186|In a sea of rain so deep. 1186|I know not if we love or hate, 1186|But I know life is sweet, 1186|And we do not always know; 1186|And the world we live in seems 1186|Far, far better than it seems. 1186|And love is a joy too much 1186|For so long a life to live, 1186|And faith is a dream too good 1186|For so long a world to see. 1186|And what do they keep from us 1186|But the things we fear to meet? 1186|Our faith must be the world's faith 1186|To keep the little green things from us. 1186|Why so fast to things asleep, 1186|Dreaming in a world of dreams? 1186|It seems to you they wait for you, 1186|While the stars make all-absorbing rings 1186|Around your footlights all the night long, 1186|And the purple fire will glow and dance 1186|At your fancy and touch your hand. 1186|But the stars are only waiting still, 1186|And the night is only sleeping too, 1186|To-night they come to us at night 1186|For the light and love of life. 1186|Now it cannot be that you are sad? 1186|And can not the night sing to you too? 1186|Is it not your dear voice then 1186|And yours so long to make answer too, 1186|That my heart sings to you, fair stars, and I 1186|Who am singing cannot say "No"? 1186|If I could I would hide from your light 1186|This little thing, that cries on me day 1186|Because I cannot hide when you are near 1186|Because I am so weary, and your flight 1186|Smote me with new terror of what life 1186|Will bring to me with the sun at night. 1186|For it is you that cry in the night, 1186|Is it you, who are all my tears, my tears! 1186|And my lips will not hide from your kiss 1186|With their long, long voice of love. 1186|There, then, is no grief at all! 1186|We are very glad that you are here 1186|Making this world all new in your eyes 1186|And in your voice. And as a child 1186|That runs and cries ======================================== SAMPLE 43060 ======================================== 19226|And the little birds' melody 19226|Rings in my ear 19226|As the little wild birds sang to me 19226|On an ancient tree, 19226|And the little children listened in my ear 19226|To the soft, sad music. 19226|And, as I heard the children's voices, 19226|And the songs of the old tree, 19226|My heart grew very sad indeed, and my cheek 19226|Did full weary grow. 19226|And I felt a little heavy, and small tears 19226|Sprinkle'd up in my eyes,-- 19226|As if my dear one, she had come again, 19226|To lay her good right hand 19226|Where this old tree's sweet fruit did rest, 19226|And this old and blessed tree 19226|Was glad, when the children came, to be grown; 19226|And to bring forth its fruit at its own full need 19226|And be of youth and strength 19226|And love in the land that is so dear now. 19226|And the children came up from each old tree 19226|And set it a-waking: 19226|The old tree was smiling, and the children 19226|Said they'd sing another day 19226|A song without a sorrow; 19226|And the children laughed a glad good-night 19226|To the old tree and its leafy shade. 19226|We are glad of our life, with its troubles and fears, 19226|We are sad of our life, with its grief and care, 19226|We are weary of life, with its sorrow and strife, 19226|We are weary of life,--and so is your heart; 19226|Our hearts they often have been, with the hopes of the youth, 19226|Our eyes were very sad when our hearts were too,-- 19226|O! we are weary of the world, and its strife and dole; 19226|We are weary of life,--no matter what may befall, 19226|We are weary of our life--and so is your heart. 19226|Oh, little black Boy, who through life's long march 19226|Has never been mistook or molested by Fate, 19226|To little black Boy your future trust be thankful yet, 19226|For little black Boy your future future mother loves. 19226|Oh, black-eyed boy, with the dusky reddish hair, 19226|You are a true promise and wish to remain; 19226|You will be a star in the distant sky 19226|Of your future mother's mind, and she will cherish you just like 19226|You stood beside a stream, and heard the humming bee, 19226|With his harmonious whorls; 19226|But I hear instead some very gay frogs play 19226|In a large moss-grown tree; 19226|Like a beautiful, delicate, and gentle sprite, 19226|With the sweetest voice ever mused and sung. 19226|Oh, little black Boy, you look very glad 19226|For the happy frog! 19226|But I hear the frog laugh in your face, 19226|And the frogs in your face laugh too. 19226|My mother, the great, old woodpecker, 19226|That has been in the nest since of old, 19226|He is dead, and his young son is on the wing, 19226|And his mother would be glad too. 19226|He is dead, and my mother is alone, 19226|And a young son with a plump of a tail, 19226|And a little brown, light-brown dog to keep 19226|And look after him, and I will be best, 19226|But I am worried all the afternoon like a lad, 19226|For the black dog in the nest,--for the black dog in the nest. 19226|Oh, little black Dog, the old black dog in the nest, 19226|What is the cause that you should be so gay, 19226|And not use your strength and your strong neck to make, 19226|And use your two hands to keep from a fall? 19226|I have not the least idea what is the use 19226|Of your dark eyes, and your white neck and throat, 19226|Such a pretty, very fair shape you have made, 19226|And why _can_ you never be bothered with care? 19226|And ======================================== SAMPLE 43070 ======================================== 1304|In the heart of a little house, 1304|The wind has struck and the house stands now 1304|Like a wild witch huddled in her bed. 1304|She cannot cry, nor call; 1304|She would a-wooing, 1304|Wickedly, 1304|To the window, 1304|Where the wind blows: 1304|The wind blows; 1304|She cannot cry, nor call; 1304|She would a-wooing. 1304|O, the wind's sound the nightingale 1304|Hath heard and the nightingale's calling; 1304|O, the wind and the calling! 1304|Wind and call of calling! 1304|O, the greenwood and wood-charm 1304|How long and sweetly they're greeting! 1304|O, the wind and the greeting! 1304|Wind and call of the wood-charm! 1304|And the wind that blows the greenwood 1304|And calls the magic, magic, magic, 1304|It's more sweet than honey is, 1304|More sweet than honey may be! 1304|'Ay with the wind for a-whispering, 1304|Whispering my love from the dells, 1304|Merry, merry, merry, sharing, 1304|A merry-making maid!' 1304|O, the wind's sound the nightingale 1304|Hath heard and the nightingale's calling; 1304|O, the wind and the calling! 1304|Wind and call of the wood-charm! 1304|And the wind that blows the greenwood 1304|And calls the magic, magic, magic, 1304|It's more sweet than honey is, 1304|More sweet than honey may be! 1304|I shall be glad, my lady fair, 1304|When that that I have done with men: 1304|I shall be glad, my lady fair, 1304|When that that I have done with men; 1304|For now that I am old and grey 1304|And tired of men that want me; 1304|When that I am old and grey 1304|And tired of men that want me, 1304|There is none that shall be my mate 1304|But you, my love, my love, my love! 1304|There is none but you, my love, my love, 1304|That shall be my love while yet I live, 1304|And that I may behold your face 1304|When that you've shown your face to me! 1304|But now that I am old and grey, 1304|And tired of men that want me, 1304|There is none that shall be my mate 1304|But you, my love, my love, my love! 1304|A lady bright and gay 1304|Like the flowers of May; 1304|White as the angels' wings, 1304|Free as the joys above. 1304|Brightest green and purest white, 1304|Flowers that never knew 1304|Sorrow, or was excellently known. 1304|Beautiful lady, now, 1304|Why so palely here? 1304|Look about you with a look 1304|Praiseworthy of hate. 1304|Has a man come to see 1304|What a pretty face you have? 1304|Have you studied to be seen 1304|In this place of woe? 1304|Ah, no, I was alone 1304|And I hated him too: 1304|Oh, that is a strange sight 1304|And it hath come to this! 1304|A very fair boy who was fond 1304|Of a pretty maid: 1304|In his heart the love grew warm 1304|As it did of late. 1304|And he dreamed to make her home 1304|Where her love had been: 1304|Thus she came to our door 1304|Where our sweetest folks are. 1304|Fair boy, I tell you this, 1304|But that you will not blame: 1304|He must go and speak with her! 1304|He must not tarry! 1304|He must speak with her! 1304|He must kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, kiss her, 1304|As ======================================== SAMPLE 43080 ======================================== 2732|And never a sound but the waves' caress. 2732|This is the world all life pursues, and you 2732|Will take the best part with these that come. 2732|The sea, the sea is in the waves, 2732|And this is my heart's year of song; 2732|The sea has been my home, 2732|And all of the waves make music 2732|To the sound of my merry note; 2732|The sea has been my dream, 2732|And these my children are a part 2732|Of my life's year of song. 2732|Oh that I had a thousand rills 2732|To wash my body clean! 2732|Oh that I had a thousand waves 2732|To chase my fancy from! 2732|I am all that my fancy gave 2732|To make it pure and fair; 2732|And my men are lost in the sea,-- 2732|Oh, that I had a million waves 2732|To chase them hence away! 2732|I am all I have to give 2732|And a thousand waves to take 2732|In wiping out my name, 2732|And all the shame that comes with it 2732|From my shamefaced shamechild. 2732|What though the sea be as vile 2732|As a filthy house of prayer, 2732|And callous as the beggar-maid 2732|That calls you 'Mistress' from! 2732|What care I tho' 'twere true! 2732|I have a thousand tears, 2732|And a thousand waves to wash them down 2732|To ease my soul's distress. 2732|I have a thousand smiles to show 2732|When I'm smiling, to show 2732|How good my soul has grown 2732|With the lot of being poor. 2732|The sea has never given 2732|A true delight, I ween, 2732|It hath no true delight, 2732|It has no true delight. 2732|A thousand hearts like mine 2732|Are sick in the deep dark sea; 2732|And a thousand smiles to breed 2732|To drown one another there. 2732|And here's a lot of tears! 2732|A thousand smiles to show when 2732|And how they were withheld! 2732|A thousand kisses as sweet 2732|As that the sea gave me! 2732|Oh, had a thousand men 2732|The life of a man made sweet, 2732|I wish I had a thousand hearts 2732|To give the waves delight. 2732|There was a time when to know what death is 2732|Are more than just an easy task; 2732|When life seemed merely sorrow to be happy 2732|To know one's self dead, and yet to know, 2732|And yet so love life still! 2732|But times are changing--that once-common pain 2732|Is almost worth a song: 2732|And what 'tis to seem alive, not dead, 2732|Is worth a thought alone; 2732|And oft we see through fancies of angels 2732|The faces of men men, by a rule 2732|Which to the living proves of course 2732|A living thing; 2732|So I will tell the truth: I do not fear 2732|My body dying with my breath, 2732|Nor do I feel my soul sinking to the ground, 2732|Unless the way be wide or narrow. 2732|Though death has now got hold of me, 2732|I cannot quench the lamp of death, 2732|And if I'd have the power, 2732|I'd make a spark go right from off me, 2732|And light another world as sure; 2732|And so, in other men, that spark 2732|Could kindle a good life on to me; 2732|For I had seen in life, through many a year, 2732|The fruit of loving nature ripen. 2732|And I am as a tree that waits to be 2732|The long-sought fruit of such a life as mine; 2732|And there's a time when, when I'm well-nigh dead, 2732|The world that gave me breath, dies too, and I 2732|Must rise to rise anew; 2732|But for the ======================================== SAMPLE 43090 ======================================== 29357|And this new tale she thought it was good._ 29357|_But now that the children are come on, 29357|They'd fain be with her in her ease; 29357|So you've no need to hurry away, 29357|And make it really hurry too. 29357|So you can wait till their supper is over 29357|And then you may go home again._ 29357|_If it's good to do, 29357|It's only fitting that we should have a good time._ 29357|_Here's a big log on the deck, 29357|And a bundle of hay to mow, 29357|And a little boy, 29357|And a little log 29357|To drive my wife to brier and briar. 29357|When the boys are home 29357|It's time for you to shut them up, 29357|And give them all a clean, quiet rest._ 29357|_And never mind your sorrow, or 29357|How your friends are getting on, 29357|Who all have been good 29357|In doing something good for the whole. 29357|What you most want to do is play 29357|Full game and keep up this noble stand. 29357|But think of the children once torn away 29357|In infancy from their sad mother's pain! 29357|Now they come back just as if they had never been 29357|Left in the cold to suffer and pine, 29357|They need help all the more 29357|That you might win an honest happiness._ 29357|_A little bit of truth, a little shame, 29357|A little kindness, will far compensate 29357|All the wrong the wicked could do the good of._ 29357|How good a thing it is in youth to be kind! 29357|And yet how little we seem to understand 29357|What a good boy's a boy indeed when he is young. 29357|And then, by all the saints above! that we should do 29357|At eighteen years, the very things that cause 29357|The father to cry when we go into mirth: 29357|We all are going to play and play alone! 29357|When you're eight years old you learn the rudiments 29357|Of common life, and the words children speak, 29357|And it's then, by the simple acts of kindness done, 29357|That people say it is true you are made good. 29357|And if there's one thing you are certain about 29357|It's how to be a good boy when you are able. 29357|_We're all glad to be out upon the green, 29357|And to be away from school and all that; 29357|But if it's bothering you, it will not stay; 29357|I can but plead my child's innocence._ 29357|_A dear friend and little brother's gone to the war to-day, 29357|Forsooth, that I'll have to tell to all the friends I make, 29357|When I can have money enough to buy a loaf of bread, 29357|And his mother, and his father, and what not, they will all say, 29357|"Your child knows what it is all about, it appears he's good." 29357|So I'll do my duty and not lie, and I'll simply bring 29357|To your house the story that I think is true, and then, 29357|Good-by, and good-by to every one who seems to know.' 29357|_I love you all, with all my heart, 29357|It's this the reason of this love: 29357|Your mother is my true-love, 29357|And your father, dear one, too. 29357|And this is the reason, too, 29357|That I, who'd have you know, 29357|Will love you all the more, my dear, 29357|When we come, my dear, back. 29357|I love you, and I hope in God 29357|I'd make you what he said. 29357|"And his dear little children, too, 29357|Would be good to you, I know. 29357|All the time you say 'Yes' and then 29357|Says 'Good-bye,' then there's trouble! 29357|"I'm sure God would want much of you, sir, 29357|But not of being good to ======================================== SAMPLE 43100 ======================================== 1322|Of such a new birth in the heart, if such, my dear love! 1322|And to have a full mind and full heart, my dear love, 1322|To have the courage and skill of this new life in you! 1322|I think I shall have a good time while I'm here with you, my dear! 1322|And while I hear your voices and see you so pleasant and fair. 1322|I hope no one who looks on me with such good eyes, 1322|When I look on him and see his eyes too old and gray, 1322|When I see that the stars are watching the coming of winter, 1322|Will think of his own garden when you are gone away. 1322|I hope no one will think of his own farm by the way, 1322|Where I work at my work in the snow, where I cut the trees, 1322|Where I live at the heart of the forest, or go with the woodmen. 1322|I hope no one will think, but think well of my friends, 1322|And of my farm-sheep when I come again here, with the herd of the wild, 1322|I see them all together, and each one smiling and laughing, and 1322|I look on them all the while, for I see them all together. 1322|I look--and I see--to my garden, where the sun is shining brightly, 1322|I see them by the streams, looking after my sheep and corn and grain. 1322|I see them all at work in the fields, with the oxen at their work, 1322|I see them in the woodlands driving the horny bine. 1322|They are all in the sun, the fields and woods and shepherds. 1322|I see them all, and I look up to the blue heaven, to the sun, 1322|And smile. 1322|I lift my eyes and look again, to my friends, to the eastward, 1322|To the hills, to the sun, and to mountains over all. 1322|I see to the west of that place the eastward of earth, 1322|The mountains of heaven the heavens of earth. 1322|The mountains of heaven, the hills, the sun--the mountains--all--I, 1322|The clouds are in my life, I breathe in the clouds, I see them, 1322|I see them as they pass, I see them retreating, advancing, 1322|As, in my life, the clouds are in my life, as I breathe in the air. 1322|All the clouds! the clouds! the clouds in my life! 1322|I see the clouds, I see the darkness--I see the darkness, 1322|As in dreams, the clouds, as in dreams. 1322|I hear the clouds, I hear them--I hear the thunder, 1322|As in sleep, I hear them, as I sleep. 1322|I see the clouds in vision, I see the darkness, 1322|The vision, the darkness--as in the night, in the night I see the 1322|clouds of the night retreat--I see them in sleep, I see them 1322|as they sleep. 1322|The sun, the clouds, the moon--the earth--the sky! the sky! 1322|The heavens in sight! 1322|All the heavens--all the heavens--as I, as this earth, as I live in! 1322|The earth and I--the earth and all the heavens! I see the 1322|earth as she stands, I see it in my dreams, I see it in my sleeps. 1322|I think with the earth as in thought, I look with earth with its 1322|ears, with earth with its thoughts, I see it in the morn, I dream of 1322|it in the dusk. 1322|As my thoughts go by me on the tide of light or dark, 1322|As my life goes by or comes to me, as is the wind, to be or not, 1322|As the clouds go by, when they go by the ocean, I see them as they 1322|fly, as they move across me, as they drift down, or up, or 1322|down, or away, or toward the shore, or fly by my will, or 1322|go with me to God, I see with my soul; I see the sun rise, 1322|and I am near the light where the shadows ======================================== SAMPLE 43110 ======================================== 19226|"And this one, too, 19226|Is the wisest man alive." 19226|The next one, too, 19226|Is the least, 19226|But which, if you ask me to account, 19226|Is the best." 19226|But then it ended abruptly. 19226|I do not know, the people say; 19226|But there it is; and when it's done 19226|You can easily read the words: 19226|"And this one, too, 19226|Is the best." 19226|And last in the midst a lone man stood; 19226|I'm guessing that he's one of those 19226|Who come through a country lane 19226|To the small, white, quiet town. 19226|He looks at you and he looks at me; 19226|And he says, "What are you wondering 19226|Of the people here, anyway?" 19226|And I said, "Oh, that you were I 19226|You had found before. 19226|And, then, that's--well, no. 19226|But now. 19226|What is it? What is it? I wonder, 19226|And I said, "Dear fellow, 19226|Are there any? 19226|Are there any? Oh, yes, I'm sure!" 19226|"But you haven't. You haven't!" he said, 19226|And he smiled for me, and I thought, 19226|Oh, dear me, 19226|This is the last time! Oh, no! 19226|But the last time he laughed. Oh, no! 19226|And I never found them out. 19226|For the people, they say, 19226|Come down the main highway here, 19226|On their dogs and their heads, 19226|To the town-edge to-day. 19226|I remember walking at break of day 19226|By the main highway, once so fair; 19226|And 'twas always sunny when the day was done, 19226|And the merry little birds sang gay, 19226|And the flowers grew in the meadow sweet, 19226|And the birds sang fun at midnight bright. 19226|And in the shade of all they would come 19226|To the little garden dark and gay, 19226|And I would go, alone, to the little green spot 19226|Where I sat, alone, by the tree. 19226|And there was my dear mother, sitting there 19226|By the window, with white flower-trees there; 19226|And her hair was all a-tumble, and her eyes were bright 19226|As the twinkle of the little stars she knew; 19226|And I sat by her; and I heard her say, 19226|As the dimples of her cheek lay nigh, 19226|Each made of a blossomed apple-tree, 19226|'Oh, where, pray, are they?--Oh, mother, where?' 19226|And I felt as in a dream 19226|Those eyes, the dear and dimpled ones, 19226|That wept, and wept, and sobbed and wept. 19226|And I heard her, when they wept and cried, 19226|Make her mother's voice and smile her way, 19226|And I heard them tell the tale of their love 19226|Till the evening fell, 19226|And the sun was soft on the little green spot 19226|That was waiting for me there; 19226|And I felt, and I did, that I should take her arms 19226|And lift her up to meet me. 19226|And I knelt and wept by her, and I made a prayer 19226|And spoke this prayer out aloud: 19226|'Oh, where are they? Oh, mother, where?' 19226|And she shook her head and sighed and said: 19226|'Where you are, there is the garden, 19226|And the flowers are green and the birds are heard. 19226|And you can see the road all gleaming white, 19226|And the houses that lean out through the trees, 19226|And the merry little feet that run 19226|Where the roads cross.' 19226|And I thought, did she tell the truth and not lie, 19226|And, by heaven, I think that ======================================== SAMPLE 43120 ======================================== 38529|The day that he had made, was made,"-- 38529|While these were indulging at the inn, 38529|And filling up the loose pass, 38529|A skiff of good Sir Charles staid, 38529|To look towards the shore. 38529|The man had left his bride and wife, 38529|So well she loved him, that, I ween, 38529|He thought, tho' she were dead, 38529|She in the bottom of the wave 38529|Would perish with the water. 38529|At the bottom of the billow, 38529|And near it came, an osprey, 38529|Who made him a present of a horse, 38529|And a good man's coat of canvas, 38529|Made both of them from his own-- 38529|'Twas a gown of his own made, 38529|Made for a wealthy friend: 38529|The man thought of the osprey, 38529|He thought of the marriage, 38529|And wished that he had a wife, 38529|When to the bottom of that sea 38529|He found one of his own ships. 38529|I do not know how the man begotten 38529|This tale of a shipwreck was, 38529|Nor can tell how this ship came to be, 38529|Wherein, alas! a wretched wretch 38529|His friends was at the tavern found 38529|As he was hurrying on his way 38529|Unto the city of Chillon, 38529|To visit his father. 38529|On his father's farm he was sitting, 38529|Dreading the moment of his death; 38529|And thinking--he never knew a way out 38529|Of going to such miserable ends. 38529|He had read books in history, 38529|And how the French made the fight royal. 38529|At the head of great troops to repulse 38529|A hundred-fold, 38529|While the people, in their time, were prone 38529|To the wrong and the wrongers, left them in a frenzy. 38529|He thought, too, of some high-spirited chiefs, 38529|Among the French they had the best fame; 38529|And thought, he saw a ship sail o'er the sea-- 38529|'Tis the ship of such a noble crew, 38529|Toboggan--and so much to it they'd gone-- 38529|When the King should come in an awful fury. 38529|The gallant crew had fled into the woods, 38529|And left him, and his ship, and his five wives. 38529|There's three thousand men to keep their ground, 38529|And he knows not if they will come or no: 38529|So, in his rage, with sword so sharp and bright, 38529|He was sent straightway to the woods and sands, 38529|With his own sword in hand, and his musket-barrel, 38529|A sword that is much in demand. 38529|And from the woods a horse did follow-- 38529|A noble horse with flanks of spelt, 38529|With head and sides of wool, and with a side 38529|Of double yoke to it. 38529|He wore a red cap, and his hair so free 38529|From the black locks that over his cheeks hang; 38529|His neck was straight and his heels were so high, 38529|The very very dogs howl in their sleep, 38529|For that hair only remains. 38529|The Frenchman, who was following behind, 38529|And had an eye, that was watching him, 38529|The man who had made him go in such haste, 38529|(The man who was called _Caesar's Horse_) 38529|His wrath could not contain. 38529|He felt that the horse was soon at his heels, 38529|And, without a breath, or a pause, 38529|It ran him head over heels. 38529|His head broke off at the head, and his brain 38529|Died in a groan, for he thought, perforce, 38529|That it was all in vain. 38529|"No! no!--I'll stand it, sir, _evene_, yon ship, 38529|Your horse's head must be there." 385 ======================================== SAMPLE 43130 ======================================== 34331|'Tis not enough the bard has taught 34331|The mazy dance; he must also prove 34331|To know his dance, the notes that tell 34331|The dances of the gods below. 34331|How might I dare to count the hours 34331|That have not seen my eyes with tears? 34331|How dare I see, and not be sad? 34331|The gods who rule the fields of air 34331|To me are very unlike. 34331|"Go, youngling, be not discouraged. 34331|The time will come when you will try 34331|Some task whose very rigor will 34331|The strain of youth unloose. In sooth, 34331|You will not find the seeds of skill. 34331|The Gods that rule the fields of air 34331|Are very unlike. 34331|"Go, youngling, study well,-- 34331|And learn to read your elders' looks 34331|With a more sensitive eye,-- 34331|Grave words, and tender looks, 34331|And mirth that lingers long on words, 34331|As summer clouds do shadowless 34331|The azure sky of even. 34331|Or build a wager match,-- 34331|And say which is the stronger child 34331|When all is said and done, 34331|You shall reply: 34331|The child that the Gods have got, 34331|Or the child that was born to me, 34331|My daughter,--so be it. 34331|This is the world, these are the things we make: 34331|Mules and horses, mules and asses, 34331|Men with their babes and women with their tools,-- 34331|All of these things will lead us to some rest._ 34331|_And so, in that similar manner, 34331|We all of us, like mules and asses, 34331|Will travel to the other side of the earth,-- 34331|To the side that's not friendly to men,-- 34331|With our tools and other trifles, and that rest._ 34331|In the ancient times people met, in that notorious 34331|morning-school of John Hawkins,--an old habit that I 34331|still delight in,--in which, although they had not any 34331|relatives, they learned by converse to make friends 34331|quickly, and to get by courtesy, in proportion 34331|to their gross intellect. Among them were a gentleman, who 34331|was,--in fact, he was a gentleman,--who died 34331|recently, and was buried with his native hills. I met 34331|him one day, among other ancient school-fellows, in the 34331|now closed Brown's School, and now just reopening for 34331|season. He had scarcely opened before it was 34331|possible to do so; for, being engaged in the 34331|"Liquor-house" business, he was interred with his 34331|housekeeper's papers, which did their stock prices a huge 34331|poem. 34331|"We are not friends like the boys, or like the girls," he 34331|said. "We are not so old,--we are neither so young,-- 34331|we are not so strong,--we are not so many,--we are 34331|both of us poor,--we are not so old,--we are neither 34331|so strong,--we are neither so young,--we are neither so 34331|many,--we are neither so many,--we are neither so 34331|short,--we are neither so short,--and for ever." 34331|And I asked him whether he recognized that old 34331|champion of right and wrong? The man who was a 34331|trenchant in every matter,--the "laudable qualities of 34331|the human mind," as Homer called them. "Have you 34331|yet?" I asked, with a touch of a conscience. 34331|"Hail!" he began, "they are far in that building,--the 34331|motto here is "L'Espagnole,"--of which I have heard 34331|the people so much the more for applauding. But I 34331|should have been more discreet. There it is!" 34331|The words from ======================================== SAMPLE 43140 ======================================== 10602|And did not like my voice for any thing to doo. 10602|But still I wist hir will not for me to love hir al. 10602|Yet did I not with mynges fayn deserve her to wyte, 10602|But voyd her wit and her hir good disioynte, 10602|And all that I could do with this thing I would she wyte. 10602|So that to make or with my sely fayre to dye, 10602|I can no more for to dye or for to make her haue. 10602|All her harts blood I can do, and dye her fayre." 10602|Welth then, his wyfe, his wyfe, and all that dar now hyde, 10602|Bothe for to dye and for to be voyd of his name, 10602|And said "All this is in a lytell londe of lond; 10602|She, lo, I have seen, and it is in that place, 10602|The place of which these darlings have told you me." 10602|So wist he that the wordes which she dar not sayen herde, 10602|Were for to dye, for to dye for to make her haue. 10602|Whereto she made an cheer, and said soone as she might, 10602|"That word was for to dye, for to dye for to make 10602|"For the love (quoth she) of your deare hart, my deare hart; 10602|For that is my rede, mine owne rede, for to make 10602|My deare hart thy brest, my hart thy handes greate payne. 10602|Therefore, away, and love (quoth she) of your deare hart. 10602|All the earth of yore vpon thee hath lyved; 10602|Yea, and they all have dyed (to them right vnprofited), 10602|But one hath done them wrong, the one the last will dye." 10602|But Welth, his wyfe, his wyfe, and all that darf now hyde, 10602|And with his hand his handes brynges, and his rynge hath shyned, 10602|That to a grettest yle did all her body by 10602|For sorrowe sore of all the worlde he was vnderstonde 10602|And all the worlde with great lamentation was wend. 10602|And in her face was sore grieved and sore adrad, 10602|That she so long did lyvyn with him abide, 10602|And all that day with sore sorrowe her face did ey; 10602|But when the morrow waked, hir ere hir com to birth 10602|Done all her wyttes in hir hasty brynges, 10602|And all her body gan to be gild with wonder 10602|At dayes eything and her hert for to deye. 10602|And yet was Welth nought to be led to blame; 10602|For he with herde all the thinges of yore rede, 10602|And all the worlde for to do over againe, 10602|And to rede that he was herde, whan he was born, 10602|Was all his wyfe to be to made to see. 10602|But yet she made them drearie, that knew the way 10602|Which he had hoved them, and of that he made. 10602|For all the worlde had cause to theyr repulse, 10602|For them as for her body, welth and woe; 10602|Yet for her he did none cause of encennynge, 10602|But that the Lord his herte herde, and them consaundyrd: 10602|Thus was she neyther lyght nor lyfe nor nauy, 10602|But at hir een vpon hir face alway she spede. 10602|And after this the worke which she before had hewed 10602|And made her wyse, gan ful ofte her frendly playne; 10602|For all hir ioye, be it nyght or be it day, 10602|She made, he ======================================== SAMPLE 43150 ======================================== 30235|In that sweet and pleasant air, 30235|The wild birds sang, and all the flow'rs 30235|Amongst them did resound; 30235|The lark her hymns, and loud the thrush 30235|The woods among them sung; 30235|Fair was the day, the skies were clear 30235|As at the dawning light; 30235|There was no shadow of storm in air, 30235|Nor in the green grass found; 30235|But from the hill the valleys were 30235|As if with morning dew; 30235|The birds did sing, the stream did flow, 30235|The flowers did fresh appear; 30235|The day was glad, and all the plain 30235|Was made alive with joy. 30235|The birds did sing, the flow'rets blew, 30235|The horses danced on the straight, 30235|There was jest running and laughing, 30235|The hills were made of clod; 30235|There was no fear of frost or snow, 30235|The earth did nod not one inch, 30235|Although the tempests blew, 30235|Or thunders roared; 30235|The rocks did rock, the trees did sway, 30235|And cornice did ascend; 30235|Fol de rill de morn 30235|Came floating by, and on it flowed 30235|A crystal rill--the sight 30235|A holy holy sight! 30235|So, when a mighty wave hath swept 30235|A perilous cavern in, 30235|The fish, though dead in bloody graves, 30235|Are living yet again; 30235|And some, who stood the closer fight, 30235|Are breathing in that holy rill 30235|Which helps them to the sea. 30235|And in that crystal flood there grew 30235|A fairer flow'ret there than ever yet 30235|Was seen by eye of ken: 30235|It moved with the motion of that flow'ret, 30235|And made it murmur all the while 30235|Such sweet and mystic sound: 30235|The flow'ret was silent as Heaven above, 30235|And silent as the sea below; 30235|And that fair thing did seem 30235|To love and guard it, silently. 30235|I will not ask your fortune, love, or fame. 30235|All my dreams are dreams, and they are all true, 30235|All the past and the future I know well. 30235|I know the thing I must do, and what I shall do, 30235|I know how long I shall live, how long I shall die. 30235|But never a heart so sweet a heart as thine, 30235|Never, O never a thought so tender and true, 30235|Never a hope so sure a hope as thine. 30235|Yet to live--but the dead can live any way. 30235|I shall not fear to be wrong, or to forgive, 30235|I have a heart that is thine, though I die denied it; 30235|And still the more I suffer, the more it grows, 30235|And the more my love has grown, the more it burns. 30235|I shall not fear to die. I shall not fear, 30235|My friend, to live in the light of your smile, 30235|So far apart from you in the long ago, 30235|So little, and yet so near; that I have lost 30235|All memory of you, save only this word, 30235|I loved you, and--if I cannot live the same, 30235|Can anything--not calling it sin, or blame, 30235|Shall bring it to remembrance in the end, 30235|Or bring it so much more than I have lost. 30235|I shall not fear to die. Death, when it comes, 30235|Comes to us, and we shall one day know thy face, 30235|And, as thou art now, so welcome be our tomb 30235|To thee, who art now, alas! behind me here. 30235|'Tis the last rose of summer, 30235|Left blooming alone; 30235|All her pleasant companions 30235|Are faded or gone; 30235|None remains but you, my dear, 30235|To bright and welcome me. 30235| ======================================== SAMPLE 43160 ======================================== 1746|On thair'd field where death has no fear; 1746|And, after sorrow, to that life again, 1746|When I have done with the world. 1746|O life, in every hour, I hold thee fast, 1746|The flower of my race! 1746|Thy name is in every word I write; 1746|For that thou wert not means the thing 1746|That which thou art. 1746|But, thou art immortal, and my heart, 1746|To that I am a part, 1746|Forever shall breathe forth thy name 1746|And see thee wear thy pomp in state, 1746|As when thou wert a queen. 1746|Thou art a part of all who now are here, 1746|Thy power is in the air; 1746|Thine is the sense and feeling that are ours, 1746|In whatsoe'er we say. 1746|And, though this mortal tongue, 1746|A child's tongue can not, 1746|Can not comprehend it. 1746|It is not ours to speak of life and doubt, 1746|Of hope and fear and care; 1746|It is not ours to feel with that confused sight 1746|Which looks upon the dead; 1746|It is not ours to pray in words unsaid 1746|To spirits without listening; 1746|Wealth, power, glory, love, must evermore 1746|Forget and perish for a vain, forgetful race, 1746|For us, a poor lost race. 1746|We are more weak than these; 1746|For all of these we must die; 1746|And, when this poor soul shall die, 1746|What matter if we rise again?-- 1746|How should we understand that poor broken word, 1746|If all our joy and pain 1746|And all our good, our love and pride, were laid aside, 1746|Mere mist, a whim, a word, 1746|A flower, a vain contempt? 1746|We are more weak than these; 1746|Yea, more,--the Eternal Strength! 1746|Yea, more,--the dreadful might! 1746|Who then the weak for us? 1746|We are the chosen,-- 1746|Be that our faith and care; 1746|The chosen in the sky,-- 1746|And the chosen where it lies! 1746|Who then for us can be? 1746|Who then may bend our bow? 1746|Or teach us song, to-day, 1746|Or warm our brow with tears? 1746|What but the chosen, strong, 1746|In the darkest grave 1746|Of those above, 1746|To suffer and be brave? 1746|We shall answer "We", 1746|The sad, the tearful word; 1746|If we should die, at all; 1746|We shall die once more, 1746|But how the world shall know, 1746|What if we live, and die? 1746|And where, what to what, I know not. 1746|Yea, on that fateful word, I know not,-- 1746|The word that will shake the world to its core, 1746|And make men tremble, and a-smile, 1746|And make the gods rejoice; 1746|The word shall set all Europe trembling 1746|With a dread it shall bring to bear, 1746|And crush the proud, the strong, in its power, 1746|And bring down the wicked old world once more 1746|To a stony peace. 1746|For when that word shall reach the heart and mouth, 1746|We shall remember what it hath cost; 1746|That a frail flower hath suffered much 1746|To have been born of a frail bud. 1746|For what is a life that hath done nothing, 1746|The precious price of a fleeting shade? 1746|It is a broken dream, 1746|And a dream without a name; 1746|And a dream unwrest, 1746|To be born of a broken dream. 1746|The great day sinks away in the west 1746|With a joy that is but a tear. 1746|A joy that has been so sweet, 1746|It is the ======================================== SAMPLE 43170 ======================================== 3295|To the last wave she cried: 3295|"O God! O God, I thank Thee! 3295|Help me to bear my pain, 3295|Through the long and night-long miles 3295|And the tempest-dashing seas, 3295|That divide henceforth two 3295|Us from perdition." 3295|He prayed for peace, and rest, and quiet. 3295|She, patient in her grief, 3295|Went beside him with her head bent down, 3295|Pleading with a tearful smile, 3295|"Nay, I only call you mine, 3295|And to-day, Lord, will bless you." 3295|The night winds fell, the night winds died. 3295|And there was light below. 3295|And there was life above him, 3295|And a glory in the sky. 3295|He looked back fondly, with a sigh, 3295|And he could not hide his face. 3295|He gazed far off on that sweet shore 3295|Wherever he would go, 3295|Wherever he would take the goodly way, 3295|The road that she would try. 3295|In the distance, there, he saw a castle: 3295|When the wind blew, it blew from east; 3295|And "There is death," he said, "is life's repose: 3295|Let us rest here to-morrow." 3295|And there the castle walls he explored, 3295|And saw, he thought, the long-drawn bow 3295|Of a noble woman on the castle courtyard, 3295|Till at length she came back again. 3295|At noon she found him all alone, 3295|And with her hand he kissed her cheek, 3295|And in silence said, "O love, be comforted, 3295|For I came from death and found you still." 3295|Then as one with heart-sick sorrow fell, 3295|She stretched out her hand, and took his hand, 3295|And wept out sweet, long, earnest vows, 3295|And vowed they should last, true, year by year, 3295|Till their lives were wholly blest. 3295|And there were sorrowful words of comfort, 3295|And there was tender, loving love: 3295|But his head drooped, the tears ran down, 3295|And in his eyes a glistening smile 3295|Seemed to beckon--"Come, rest with me." 3295|And in the morning, slowly, surely, 3295|A little while there, she lay. 3295|A little while! 'tis strange, a new-born joy! 3295|That day-tired, weary, broken man 3295|Should look so stilly at her feet, and see 3295|A woman lift the veil of death 3295|And smile; and she, the earth's delight, 3295|Return as one new-born from the grave, 3295|With sweet, strange eyes where joy never died. 3295|He looked at her; and so, so sad and white, 3295|Did his eyes, not open, yet forlorn, 3295|He spoke with his faint voice and lips so soft, 3295|Of his own passion in his own sad way: 3295|"Lover, I cannot find the right." 3295|Then, in a trembling voice, he spoke again: 3295|"I dare not ask her. I would let her decide; 3295|Nay, I dare not, for I have none to trust. 3295|Why, at all events, should my soul have a part? 3295|This poor heart has found no voice of mine, 3295|And it would haunt her, as it hath haunted him." 3295|And her face turned, and white with sorrow's stir, 3295|As she did seem to hear him. She did stand, 3295|With half-closed eyes and tremulous hand: 3295|She felt the heat upon her cheek, the weight 3295|Of a strange, unwholesome fear upon her, 3295|And felt her eyes begin to wink. Now fell 3295|All the whole weight upon her head. Her eyes 3295|Shone with a strange, ecstatic pitying light. 3295|"O ======================================== SAMPLE 43180 ======================================== 1365|As the raindrops fall and the lily-buds 1365|Bloom like dew in the morning, yet they are 1365|Light as dew upon the earth; and the heart 1365|Faints in the presence of this change 1365|Which comes o'er the heart 1365|Just as the new moon appears to us 1365|In heaven overcast; when suddenly 1365|We are all aware that the world, 1365|When it is quiet and as one went 1365|To its rest in the cradle of sleep, 1365|Gave back again, and the world's heart rose. 1365|Thus I am lifted up and brought back 1365|Back to the living and the great and good; 1365|But a dream again comes o'er me, 1365|The same, I well remember. Over 1365|The valley of the dark, where we wandered 1365|By no man-powered road, the shadow lies; 1365|The light is broken in the grove of pine, 1365|Where the white-winged herons build in the sun, 1365|Where the redcock peals aloud and the rooks 1365|Swarm in the leafy underbrush, where none 1365|Would roam nor fear, till the hoarse wild-crow 1365|Struck them a league from rest! So my days 1365|Were long with the glad wild-cocks and the roe, 1365|As over yon dark valley slowly crept; 1365|And now they go and come on the wind's will. 1365|Till I, in dreams, of that lone vale appear, 1365|And walk the grassy peaks of the mountain-heights, 1365|Through the cool dewy shadows of the day. 1365|In the hollow of a rock, by a stream, 1365|I found a nest; and there, in the nest, 1365|The poor mother-bun was lying; yet, 1365|Like some thin mist, with snowy fleeces o'er, 1365|The darkening river, the dark earth o'ercast, 1365|Till I grew fain to cross over and leave 1365|Far from each other, and the sunny day. 1365|But when I came to the open 1365|And sunlit forest of the town, 1365|I saw a figure stand, who cried, 1365|In the great sunlight, in the air, 1365|Flinging the sunset in my face. 1365|"Ah soul!" said I, "where can this be? 1365|What do these figures mean? 1365|Ah, here is earth, and every shape 1365|Of earth and air, and every thing 1365|The earth contains or dwells upon, 1365|Is real; but the soul is far! 1365|It is out of sight; it moves 1365|In the void, where the angels are, 1365|But cannot be, because its life 1365|Is lived in dreams, and not in life. 1365|Who dreamed it of this soul? 1365|And what did it dream or do?" 1365|"And I, O Soul, who dreamest, 1365|Dost dream of love, and joy, and hope, 1365|The peace of heaven, and the ease 1365|Of suffering, and the peace of death, 1365|And the long bliss following after these, 1365|And the deep, deep death, that follows by 1365|Deliverance; and of this that seems 1365|The greatest and the saddest of all, 1365|Dream-life and dream-death, which follow by 1365|Deliverance. I have been where these things 1365|Have been, with others, and at this moment 1365|Within myself; but, not to leave you, 1365|The things you have dreamed of, these things 1365|Have been for me at last, as for you. 1365|What have these dream-life and dream-death? 1365|They are the soul's life; they are not 1365|The death of life;" and I am still 1365|As he. At the last, I said with eyes 1365|Stilled a little, but in tears again, 1365|"Poor dream-death, thou knowest not what thou 1365|H ======================================== SAMPLE 43190 ======================================== 615|As I from the field had been so slain by me; 615|And had, by me for ever held in awe, 615|Been thus, I do not think, could aught be said, 615|Which, if the memory yet survives, would bring 615|A better life to those who in the grave 615|Live by his life, and not his death alone. 615|But since I say not all, which might be told, 615|The work of such a hand is done, I may 615|Define a point which doth so much appal 615|All other men, that I more joyned resign, 615|Than to find it true, the which I long have sought: 615|For how may one live but long, and without fear 615|Be slain by some good hand, by none to slay? 615|Who ever found who found a deadly blow: 615|Not so, who found a way that way to grant. 615|And thus to-day, in sorrow for myself, 615|Would gladly yield the mastery o'er my friend. 615|"That which we wish, while here I suffer ill 615|For want of light, by good and evil wrought, 615|Is yet to be accomplished, and achieved 615|In full perfection by the virtuous knight. 615|"Nor I alone; for to this end I go 615|And will reward him for the noble end, 615|Though this at length, by evil done, appear. 615|That I may do and that I may defend; 615|As well in one as many I will play: 615|While we our different feats, at distance shown, 615|Shall prove by many if I do ill or well. 615|"Here I to-day will venture, as I go, 615|All that I am, and all that I shall be, 615|And all that in your world shall be encouraged 615|By virtue, is a boon that I would crave." 615|To that good churl, who was his guide before, 615|With due respect the dame bespake anew: 615|And he his honour to his lady paid, 615|And, in his turn, thanked well the monarch's sire. 615|While such accord the goodly strangers fed, 615|'Twixt good or evil, either rode and went; 615|Or where'er they turn their footsteps went, 615|Their welcome ever greater grew and greater. 615|When the three had seen the night go by, 615|(As 'twould seem) together, with the day, they said: 615|To one the saddening tidings of their woe, 615|That made their hearts more sorely yearn and pine, 615|Rinaldo's goodly company addressed, 615|"Whence are these wanderers so distrest and sore? 615|These people?" thus the good Rinaldo said; 615|And to that cavalier, upon my head, 615|The tidings I at once confirmed in doubt, 615|And thus, as I was going, I enjoin 615|My friends, without further questioning. 615|Rinaldo, now, his brother-chief besought, 615|(Of whom all France has mourning, with great maimed) 615|Would in his service make his mind complete, 615|For him the martial-savage, which to slay 615|Is fiercer than the tigers, in that day, 615|And of the lions the stouter foe; 615|That he might make no error in his part, 615|Till the cavalier's hest Sir Tavarino 615|Had given to save the knight, and to fulfil 615|The warrior's vow; and who would with his arm 615|His heart his vengeance to achieve, and turn 615|The faulchion and the sword again in vain. 615|He said; beside him that brother, who was now 615|Alone, from his high forehead to his neck, 615|In gentle sleep and quiet sat he laid. 615|"Ah, me!" the paladin cried, "of thy foul scorn, 615|Thine ill intent, and deeds with evil cheer, 615|What more could I have done, or could have done better 615|But that I now can say, a goodly sign 615|Is thine, which I have sent you, with a sign, 615|Which better is than words I can reveal." 615|"For what have I with words to do?" (replied 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 43200 ======================================== 22229|'Mang the bauld marnin' and the bonnie braes, 22229|'Mid the blae Budleigh glens, a' glowing chills, 22229|By the banks o' the Teviot whar the broomy rose 22229|Gars the brown waves to whirl around the steep, 22229|In the green and the green. 22229|There 's a bonnie birdie gay wi' his sweet mither-- 22229|Mavis-like, his eyes are blue, and his mou' is tu', 22229|And his cheeks like the saft roses on the haw 22229|That bloomed by the bank o' the Teviot whar the broomy rose 22229|Gars the brown waves to whirl around the steep. 22229|There 's ane in the world that 's fairer to me 22229|Than 's the lass o' Glencoe; she 's sae braw 22229|And her looks are like the twinkle o' the tappit wink 22229|That gleams on the wavy bar, and gars them a must 22229|To gi'e up the bit o' love in a wizen' hizzie; 22229|Anither she 's dearest to us all, 22229|As the lily to the stream; 22229|And her heart, love, 's like the bud that 's blossom-time, 22229|The rose-time o' the year! 22229|She 's aye sae hare-backin' to me, faith an' honour, 22229|Tho' I meet but ane at a time-- 22229|We are siller'd when she 's away, 22229|An' the blossom 's wither'd on the thorn. 22229|O what am I but a tabor tabor 22229|That cannot join the grand old tangle; 22229|And yet, at times, she 's right, an' gudewise right, 22229|An' sweet as the blossom on the thorn. 22229|Her smile a' lights a' lives in the ee in her een, 22229|And I do pray 'tend frae till 'e 'll be sune; 22229|An' she 'll be the licht that 's aye onmyer'd us five, 22229|And sae wi' ye, her, the blossom on the thorn! 22229|When winds wad blaw sair, 22229|An' streams run dry, 22229|Or flowers wad bloom, 22229|We 're back again, 22229|Thegither, 22229|Towards the west. 22229|Tho' the earth should go 22229|An' the sky grow saft, 22229|Or a' things change there, 22229|We 'll gie an' be, 22229|Thegither, 22229|Towards the west! 22229|O ye winds that round my dwelling roar! 22229|Or low in the dark, where never light can break! 22229|O ye flow'rets that round my love's embrace! 22229|O ye hills that nestle in the faem! 22229|O ye streamlets that gae us o'er the lea! 22229|Wha 's by to bid me 'join the glad light a'! 22229|Wha 's by to bid me 'join the glad light a'? 22229|The joys o' the morning shall spring owre my heart, 22229|Whaurils I 'm wanderin' up and down; 22229|An' the blithe, merry, free summer days, 22229|When I meet wi' my love, the blithe meene. 22229|Away, then, wi' your smile, and your heart's caress, 22229|An' let me be glad to say I 'm maun gang a', 22229|For, faith, the heart is sae sure to maun beat, 22229|Them anes how lang I 've seen them gang! 22229|O, my love, my love, 22229|O, merry belmêne! 22229|O, let me be wi' you again, my dear! 22229|I 've been far away and cold, 22229|While ======================================== SAMPLE 43210 ======================================== 28591|God's law for ever, 28591|The world's I seek to please, the world's I have 28591|Heeds mine ear 28591|For ever. 28591|I would not live when man shall learn to win, 28591|In this young generation, man the man. 28591|I would not sleep when youth must wake and learn, 28591|So many years are passed since I was young. 28591|I would not do when men would rise and say, 28591|"Go, play the man,"--to sleep or slumber too! 28591|I would not serve when kings would seek my right, 28591|So many years are passed since I was wise. 28591|I would not work for bread when all must earn; 28591|I have but done my best and done my best. 28591|I would not sleep while work was at its best; 28591|So long, dear Lord, your hand has kept my rest. 28591|I would not seek to sleep when men should ask, 28591|"Is this the best we can?" to which I reply, 28591|"This is the best which God with me set down." 28591|I know I am not perfect and I cannot do 28591|How well, Lord, I could thee make, and yet, dear Lord, 28591|I do not know, dear Lord, how well I serve thee, 28591|How good to serve. 28591|Still in my heart my heart remains the same; 28591|Still in thy love I long, but there remains a gap, 28591|Whereby, if I can but wake, thou couldst not wake. 28591|And I can wish, and I can yearn, and be 28591|The man I was in former years, my former life, 28591|But, Dear, thou canst not hear my prayers or pray'r, 28591|And so I must abide in thy love alone. 28591|For the old man would not speak, 28591|So he kept silent him 28591|Unto all the children. 28591|In the midst of the people 28591|Beside the seats of the people, 28591|In the midst of the people's eyes, 28591|Lingereth upon me, 28591|Gently the gentle Mother 28591|Sitteth on the stairs, 28591|Wooeth me as I cometh home, 28591|Lingereth upon me. 28591|O, my life is sweet 28591|Thou art so kind!-- 28591|I am thine-- 28591|I am thine in spirit-- 28591|I am thine in deed! 28591|A thousand things will not bring me rest: 28591|But one thing more will make a world my own. 28591|I ask not for the world. I do not care; 28591|Give me the world! 28591|O take me from my mother; 28591|It grieves me so to see it so forsaken. 28591|Is all that is to be: 28591|Life hath no worth but it is given; 28591|Only the hope, O only, can be 28591|The thing I am to do; 28591|It grieves me so to see it so forsaken. 28591|Yet, to some children do not others give 28591|What you have asked--to give my heart thy own! 28591|But I know that, if I have what is best 28591|For aught on earth to do, 28591|What I have asked is what can do the most, 28591|Whether the world may know; 28591|If a little, God would say, "O, what's best for me?" 28591|O, my life is sweet 28591|Thou art so kind!-- 28591|I am thine-- 28591|I am thine in spirit-- 28591|I am thine in deed! 28591|So, I ask not for the world; I wish 28591|All things, all things for myself; 28591|But, Lord, for what is good for me and mine, 28591|So that I may seek thee in thy love-- 28591|I know that, if I have what is best for me, 28591|What thou hast asked is what can be best for me! 28591|But all the world must find me what I ======================================== SAMPLE 43220 ======================================== 2888|On the field of glory. 2888|For you know 2888|They fought 2888|Each other, 2888|On that day, 2888|They did not like it; 2888|For, you know, 2888|This season 2888|Has come along 2888|For a holiday, 2888|When it suits 2888|The people more 2888|Than it does the jolly 2888|Good men 2888|Who don't like fighting, 2888|You may be; 2888|But when the war's upon them 2888|And they're all on the war-path 2888|All alone, 2888|"Peace be upon all." 2888|He was a poor old man. 2888|You know, 2888|He died 2888|On Christmas Day 2888|The bells were rung, the bells were rung, 2888|But the bells ring not for joys 2888|Of the holiday. 2888|What would you now 2888|If this poor old man, whose life-throb ended 2888|In a heart-break had been 2888|Had been a living person! 2888|A living person! 2888|For God would not send 2888|An angel to greet his own, 2888|When a heart-break ends, 2888|And a broken heart atones, 2888|For a good-bye from men 2888|And a good-bye to women. 2888|To the lady in the moon, 2888|That is your lover, 2888|That is I: 2888|On whom you should 2888|Carry an angel, 2888|To sing to her with her, 2888|As the moon went round with the sun." 2888|The lady smiled, she did, 2888|And the moon had the sign 2888|Of love, 2888|But a lover in heaven, 2888|That was him. 2888|Then they sang to the stars 2888|But they sang not a song 2888|In the days when the old earth, of old, 2888|And the old stars, and the old earth 2888|And the old stars were in heaven, 2888|And the stars were in heaven, 2888|If man could cry, 2888|Or if man could sing, 2888|Or if man should dare, 2888|How should they be in heaven, 2888|On earth, and in heaven? 2888|But they sang to the stars 2888|That they'd no words. 2888|They sung not to the stars, 2888|But to the moon. 2888|If we would sit down at our ease, 2888|To the long-drawn piano, 2888|And let our thoughts be set 2888|To music or to song. 2888|A song's a glass of wine that's laid before the 2888|beats of the beating heart; 2888|And when the brain starts to chant it, I know 2888|The strain is broken--or it seems so. 2888|A song is the one, the full of thoughts that sit 2888|like travellers at ease; 2888|The heart starts to rise, the arms start to go 2888|in their rest, as they sit to the cup's brim. 2888|Or if the soul's on fire above it all, 2888|By music the soul's awed; 2888|In music, the soul, the heart, and the wine, 2888|Are all transformed, and all set right. 2888|A song, when the mind and the heart stand right, 2888|In the right temper, the soul takes the side 2888|of the song; and the heart sits on the side 2888|when all is clear, in the right temper. 2888|So, when the mind is set on a thing, the heart 2888|follows, and the soul to the soul will go. 2888|Let's drink the wine and go on drinking, 2888|We've had enough, we'll never drink more; 2888|Enough for this moment, let's drink the song. 2888|But when we've done drinking,--no more, no more, 2888|We'll never drink more when we've had enough. 2888|O, enough is enough, and we ======================================== SAMPLE 43230 ======================================== 30332|Still, as they went up the stair, 30332|Through the little gaps of light, 30332|They spied the golden gates of sleep 30332|And went through gates of gold. 30332|There for them the great King's hall 30332|Was all in golden mold; 30332|There the fairest children went, 30332|Waiting till the sun did rise, 30332|With the golden King to meet. 30332|But in the city was no one 30332|So fair as he; so fair she, 30332|She only, as the rest did stand, 30332|There in her summer gear, 30332|And she saw, as she went by, 30332|Their love that all the world should know, 30332|That from her sweet face drew down 30332|Faint smiles, rich song and fire; 30332|Yet as the summer night goes by 30332|Came the song with faltering sound 30332|And the songs that she had sung. 30332|But when to the great town had she gone, 30332|It seemed as though the light in it 30332|Must die or ever the day must fall; 30332|And they might look on it as it stood 30332|Through all the hours of night, 30332|Nor ever from their eyes refreshment fall. 30332|Alas, for the joy of that fair house, 30332|For the gladness of that day, 30332|When the sun shone with its golden wealth 30332|And the winds kissed their snow-white hair; 30332|But now all it wore was sorrowful gray, 30332|And the faces of the children who there were. 30332|And from their eyes there came a shade 30332|And they had no hope but to weep. 30332|For in the twilight the first thing that they saw 30332|Was a tower with a rock at one side, 30332|And the rain-drops that were whirling down; 30332|Until the twilight came, and the night 30332|Broke into sudden day before their eyes. 30332|And there in the tower there sat, alone, 30332|The King in his glory, by the tower, 30332|Bright-eyed, and with the glory of his hair, 30332|And the King's face was shining through 30332|The gleaming of the rain as bright as day, 30332|And they saw the crown of his head. 30332|"Ah, fair one, let us go with thee," 30332|Said the King, "and sit beside thee, 30332|And look upon thy beauty 30332|With eyes too glad to look on 30332|The faces where they look." 30332|"Fair one, let us go with thee," 30332|Said the children, the fairest of the land, 30332|"For they look upon the world not dark and wrong, 30332|But yet too glad to look on it right." 30332|And out they went, and over the plain, 30332|And there across the river, 30332|Across the river, and under the hill, 30332|For the little children lost in the wood. 30332|They stood on the other side of the hill 30332|Where the river flowed, and their hearts grew bold; 30332|And the river ran smooth to the sea, 30332|And they looked on their home as the tide went by, 30332|And the shining house on the hillside brown. 30332|And up the hall from the door-step high, 30332|As the leaves were falling in a thin white cloud, 30332|A joy seemed to them, a joy to all, 30332|And the shining door with the golden key 30332|Searched for by the children to come there 30332|When it should be time to sleep a little sleep, 30332|And all should have dreams to entertain their eyes. 30332|Yet at the moment it was opened, 30332|They knew that the King lay sleeping there, 30332|And she thought him asleep till the bright sun should shine 30332|About the happy house and the sun come in. 30332|So when to King Juturna came 30332|The lovely young bride, and the thralls should say 30332|Sweet glad good-morrow to their King and King's men, 30332|For a feast was set about the earth, 30332| ======================================== SAMPLE 43240 ======================================== 1287|With such a sweet and lovely mien, 1287|Her lovely features did o'erflow; 1287|'Twas then I thought to wed her. 1287|I'm not a woman wise to weep, 1287|But, as it chanceth, thus I dropp'd, 1287|To think that I in pain had passed 1287|Myself from marriage-mood to hell; 1287|So in my heart a cloud I found,-- 1287|'Twas hell, but what could bring it back? 1287|"She was the only thing I loved, 1287|For she, though fairest, wore a thorn; 1287|I felt myself too weak a thing, 1287|To wed her, since I could not love, 1287|Though she so well was loved by me. 1287|Then I began to think, as man 1287|Will:--that she had been to me 1287|'Gainst my will, I would not wed her, 1287|That I at least might live with her; 1287|I'st only then my resolution 1287|To keep her, and to keep her true;-- 1287|Therefore I took advice of monks 1287|Who said no other way could mend. 1287|'Twas well in vain I sought to 'scape 1287|This dreadful woe, and wed her. 1287|In vain; for in her heart, alas! 1287|I bore the thorn, and bore the pain, 1287|While in my eyes no hope had rest, 1287|And she was all my care and joy. 1287|When, therefore, in a sudden storm, 1287|My courage was o'ercome,--I rose 1287|And, to regain what I had lost, 1287|With all my might, I flew to hers. 1287|'Twere vain for me to try again 1287|In marriage to entreat and pray; 1287|My heart, alas! was in despair, 1287|And I must wed with pain and woe. 1287|What, then, should I do?--in that bad hour 1287|Thy voice was ever at my side! 1287|What, if I could but fly to thee, 1287|In such a moment what should fail? 1287|I would not lose her, would I not, 1287|With just and equal rights, be thy. 1287|I'd wed her, if her heart had power; 1287|I would not die, for my dear bride. 1287|I should not, in so great a care, 1287|Should die for ever,--then to wed 1287|Such sweet, strange morn! What, then, should I 1287|Do, in such a mighty loss of bliss? 1287|Thus, I made some resolve. But here 1287|I falter,--so,--My noble heart. 1287|To thee and all my darling be 1287|My utmost endeavour! Now begin! 1287|Praise thy merits, and my tears refrain; 1287|Praise thy hopes, my heart! and say once more 1287|Thy own and her great glory be. 1287|Ye, who at length have to thank'd too late 1287|The love which to my eyes ye bore! 1287|Whom I in every sorrow lost, 1287|As long as I had feet of clay; 1287|Whom I have sadly wander'd o'er 1287|In this sad world of woe and pain: 1287|Whom I have sadly wandered by 1287|In this dark world, with pity fraught; 1287|Ye who so gladly in God's sight 1287|Would make your praises, and repay; 1287|Now, at His glorious presence stand, 1287|Glad to find Him still within your view. 1287|And by the light of your own light, 1287|Let your hearts confess your praise, and me 1287|The glory of your praise renew. 1287|Ye, in the holy name of Him 1287|Who lives for ever in your view! 1287|Let your hearts in words forth aloud 1287|Praise your Creator and His will. 1287|He can no more thy praise decline, 1287|For all the world may see it well, 1287|By you he's loved, and ======================================== SAMPLE 43250 ======================================== A lady sitting on a mount with a maiden 27336|in the rear. 27336|"When I see these trees look like little naked girls, 27336|I think of their breasts, their hair, their dress. 27336|I sit with these two here in the sun. 27336|But I'm afraid of being old and fat, 27336|And you want me to be gay and strong and sweet, 27336|Who've never had a good time. 27336|I'm glad we are growing old. We have time for love 27336|When life is very young. 27336|Our lives are not always straight and true. We like to laugh, 27336|And then we are very sad. 27336|We've time for beauty when we get old, 27336|And beauty is God's way of passing all our days. 27336|When Life is not as it is, then what is pain? 27336|What is it? Why, just dying." 27336|There was silence and then the man spoke. 27336|His voice was deep and sad and sweet and strong 27336|As the note of a bird in his heart, and he spoke 27336|Of some sad thought; and the maiden laughed and turned 27336|To look at her lord, and she sat and laughed. 27336|"We need a little talk after work," said he, 27336|And she turned to him and smiled to hear him speak. 27336|"You have been a long time here," she said. 27336|"My name is Mary, mother of John. 27336|You have been here a long time. 27336|You have been a much loved friend. 27336|Yet you never made love to me." 27336|She leaned on her arm and kissed his cheek. 27336|"I gave up all for him, but I gave up all. 27336|When you were gone, I never got back to him. 27336|When you were gone, all the world seemed strange, 27336|And I thought that God had taken your life, 27336|And I knew that if I waited, I'd die. 27336|And then I met your little son,--and that's why 27336|You would never give up love for him. 27336|Love is God's way; we must keep moving on 27336|To beauty, as He told us, when we can. 27336|It is the work of the hands loving and loving. 27336|And each new step of the way is a blessing. 27336|How do I know that I shall be happy here 27336|Beyond the mountains?" She had a smile of gladness 27336|That was like a little pixie's smile. 27336|"Do you like the country here," she said, still smiling, 27336|And John laughed from her side of the house, 27336|"I never knew a happier place. 27336|You have the makings of a pretty boy! 27336|And I have the gift of a brain too." 27336|"What made you come from your place-- 27336|Where they call you 'maiden' now?" 27336|"I came," said he, and he laughed again. 27336|"For I have a story to tell you, 27336|Though I have the gift of a voice. 27336|I was a beggar, wandering 27336|The world so, for I could not get 27336|Good enough and no one listened 27336|To what I said. And yet I was not, 27336|And yet I got love, and so I got! 27336|And I have a child--yes, I have a child. 27336|I had a little child and she was poor. 27336|So I took her to Rome when she was four. 27336|But things in the city put me off, 27336|And I came back to England when I was nine." 27336|"What made you come from Rome? 27336|Did you come because _you knew_ her poor?" 27336|"I don't think I ever went from Rome, 27336|For if I did, the beggar dream would cease,-- 27336|And then it would cease with me." 27336|"What happened then?" 27336|"I went on the streets, I came in at the pubs. 27336|I looked at the women that were sick and poor, 27336|And ======================================== SAMPLE 43260 ======================================== 4369|And when he sees all these things, he cries,-- 4369|"I should have loved in the days of old!" 4369|And when he sees all this, he laughs 4369|And says, "It is well enough for me 4369|To be alive now I have seen all." 4369|They make me laugh. What can I laugh at? 4369|I am a child of the world, of the town, 4369|And I can laugh with you if you would laugh 4369|With an artless and trivial smile, 4369|But I do not laugh, I do not dare 4369|To let it come; and so here it ends. 4369|"Haven't you got any children, friend?" 4369|You ask, and I reply that no, 4369|I've got four--at the house is just one. 4369|"But you have other children." I begin. 4369|I sit beside the window seat 4369|And look out. Oh, and do you know, friend, 4369|There's the moon too, but there, too, fear not. 4369|It's only the wind blowing in the dark 4369|At the end of the road; but, on the road, 4369|The moon has just as white a face 4369|And just as big a white breast. 4369|The moon has got nothing on it 4369|But leaves to make snowflakes and wind-flowers. 4369|In vain I stand there. The wind runs after 4369|And whispers as it goes. I do not dare 4369|To lift my head and look at that moon. 4369|A horse from France rides by, 4369|Riding into London town, 4369|And at his side there stands 4369|Something in an open book, 4369|Something in a thick brown page. 4369|And he begins to read.... 4369|What should I care for the sun of May? 4369|What should I care for the wild green hills, 4369|The soft wind blowing and birds flying 4369|About London trees, and then he pauses 4369|And says to himself of a sudden 4369|I think I shall never be old. 4369|For one moment I did not see the future, 4369|Nor the stars that shine out in front of me. 4369|I was waiting there like a child waiting 4369|For some one to come riding past. 4369|But one is coming now, 4369|And I see his face and his hands, 4369|And I will follow him. 4369|I'm coming. I am there. There is no way out. 4369|There isn't any way but this.... 4369|I want to run after him. 4369|I'm not sure if you know this in your old village 4369|But your mother said 4369|You might be able to tell us about it, 4369|Or whether your face has that same flash of colour, 4369|Or whether your eyes like that strange ring of light 4369|I take for gold. 4369|It is not the moon, 4369|It is not the birds singing on the trees, 4369|It is not the street lamps, 4369|Nor that old bell 4369|That sounds so far away; 4369|It is not the houses burning, like flames on a roof, 4369|Nor the wind in a bough. 4369|But the little hill side 4369|And the little stream side with it's cedars, 4369|And the little stones of the little church 4369|And the river stream, 4369|And the stone-piled cedar trees--the whole hill's 4369|I have heard about . . . 4369|And if you were a little child 4369|And you were born in some place far away 4369|Where the moon keeps her vigil in the night 4369|Over the little cedared stones 4369|And the towers of London's old cathedral, 4369|Then you might be able to see 4369|That all these, and things 4369|That you find in your garden, 4369|Are something else, 4369|A gift from the gods. 4369|We sit at evening on our little stone green 4369|And read the poems of the city that we write ======================================== SAMPLE 43270 ======================================== 26333|You are the last friend I have. 26333|You are the first, but not the old, 26333|(Old is the spirit, but not young,) 26333|And you are very near to me, 26333|But you will never be more true 26333|To one you've yet to love. 26333|I'm older, too, than you are, dear, 26333|And my hands are more a-fleur, dear, 26333|Than yours have ever been. 26333|I can see into the depths of your eyes, 26333|And I can feel them when I'm thinking. 26333|And I can be so tender and you so stern, 26333|And yet you'll never doubt me no more. 26333|Why should I be so tender? 26333|Why should I be so stern? 26333|You've never been true before? 26333|And you will be true when I am gone? 26333|You must not deceive me, anyhow, 26333|Or I am wasting one of life's best-- 26333|One of life's best. 26333|I'll give you another, 26333|But make it permanent. 26333|Then you'll doubt me, no more. 26333|It will be a symbol. 26333|It will be a star. 26333|It will be the very symbol of you. 26333|And you will look upon the sign 26333|With pure certainty. 26333|For this is surely true: 26333|There are two kinds of people. 26333|The kind that talk to you, 26333|And ask what's in your heart, dear, 26333|And then leave you to guess. 26333|My friend, I fear me 26333|I may have done with you. 26333|It may be that you're right in this: 26333|I do not like thinking so. 26333|I think I am a fool. 26333|A face that I once called beautiful, 26333|And fondly cherished, I regret it. 26333|And what is sadder than to lose 26333|The one friend that I cherished so! 26333|It does not feel like 26333|The loss of those who love me. 26333|It is more like the loss of hope, 26333|Of purpose in life, ambition, love. 26333|To lose those things I proudly wore, 26333|And live, in this undelight of light, 26333|A lonely shadow for an hour. 26333|I am the shadow of a boy,-- 26333|Shadows are made of everything,-- 26333|Shadows have wings and scents float through the air, 26333|And faces look into my heart, 26333|The shadow of a boy. 26333|It was not fair to wear 26333|The foolish little things 26333|That mask the little cares 26333|And little troubles that we all have. 26333|It does not feel like the loss 26333|Of the dear parents, hopes, dreams, 26333|The strength and grace of others,-- 26333|All of life is less real when lost 26333|Than the little troubles that I've. 26333|To lose the faces so white, 26333|The little hearts that beat, 26333|The laughter on lips that are breaking hearts, 26333|The hopes that go out to each one of us, 26333|The hopes of each one of us. 26333|To lose the light, the wings, 26333|The glitter of gold that once 26333|Had glittered in your eyes. 26333|And to go through what now I fear, 26333|Leaving the children five and five, 26333|To play, with faces aureoled, 26333|With hands awry, and laughter dead. 26333|Dear eyes, you did not cheat my love 26333|In leaving you behind me. 26333|The lost ones--well, it was not we, 26333|Not I, not I, 26333|That left you behind me. 26333|O dear lost ones, can you know 26333|If this dear dream is o'er? 26333|Do you ask me in despair-- 26333|The lost ones, can you feel 26333|Whether the dream is o'er, or true? 26333|O dear, lost ======================================== SAMPLE 43280 ======================================== 8197|He was a simple man; his eyes 8197|Glisten silver white and bright; 8197|His hair was black and his skin so red, 8197|The world might see they both were green. 8197|He might have been one of those that die, 8197|Those that have nothing save a pain to bear. 8197|One night when all the town was still 8197|He climbed the house-tops as the sun rose, 8197|And when the day's last glimmer passed 8197|He climbed the village spires like the light 8197|Of morning upon dark earth. He climbed, 8197|And climbed, and climbed,--until even his climb, 8197|As vain as any task he would not dare, 8197|Too great a gain for such a mind. Up, 8197|Up through the airy woodlands he went, 8197|Through village after village, and saw 8197|Its gaudy spires out-bloom into gold, 8197|And the tall chimneys flame through the blue; 8197|And he saw the silks and silksome things 8197|That filled those dark and leaf-haunted places, 8197|The gleaming carpets, the green mats thrown 8197|Over the marble floors,--and then the house. 8197|The doors were open wide as day; 8197|The windows gaped with their great broad bars; 8197|And long blue shadows from the stair 8197|Swept like a sea of fire about the hall, 8197|Stretching far out thro' the dim forest. 8197|In a great hall the old King sat, 8197|His crown and sceptre by his side 8197|And at his feet the poor, still queen 8197|Lay, still as clay and weakly sweet. 8197|For him, the King, they could not part, 8197|And though he loved them well they lay 8197|More close to their old king's side in Death 8197|Than any king-goddess or her sweet, 8197|And on her arm she laid her hand. 8197|His eyes were like the bright, bright skies, 8197|And his blood like the wild sea's surges, 8197|And his face was like a pale, pale rose 8197|That in all its loveliness grew, 8197|Where no flower could bloom for him. 8197|Yet once he did a kindness speak, 8197|For he took one of those poor things 8197|And on the monarch's cheek he kissed. 8197|"Forbear," he said, "O King, your wrath 8197|Would be repaid in bitterness, 8197|Thro' the sweetest of all seasons, 8197|When a new, one day on the earth 8197|The King will find you two together, 8197|And with joy, a life-long sorrow, 8197|Will find you two, in love, together!" 8197|And the King's eye was quick-glancing 8197|As he gazed upon those tears that 8197|From his own eyes came down in floods. 8197|Then the King rose from his golden throne, 8197|And the spired walls of Kew in one 8197|Frightened all his merry men away. 8197|And there they found him sleeping 8197|Like a lion among his dreams 8197|In this garden-green alcove, 8197|Where no shadow of the dawn could fall. 8197|And where the blue and yellow roses 8197|Twined the red and sweetest flowers 8197|Of this land of London-Bright. 8197|There they found him, and there laid him, 8197|In this manger--and his smile 8197|Shed his love, in dreams, to the kings. 8197|Fairest of women, wifeless you! 8197|Who were the king's oracle? 8197|Queen of joys, and queen of blisses, 8197|Womanly, and fair, and sweet. 8197|But, ah, poor woman-child, who now 8197|Sleeping, and sleeping, I see! 8197|And when I awoke, with hound at rest, 8197|To thy snuffling, pattering ears I'd run. 8197|A poor maid with an old wild-eyed husband ======================================== SAMPLE 43290 ======================================== 1322|the air, so that you can see it, 1322|so that the world, for all its great mountains, can hold you, 1322|and give you all the life and feeling of the world. 1322|But I see not, nor you, or those old, ancient days, 1322|my way into your life; the only path I know, 1322|your way into my life, of the old, old ways--they are 1322|gone to and fro, and never are resumed, 1322|they are changed as the years pass, 1322|the sun, the moon, and the air, and the skies changing, 1322|the earth, the air, the water, and all the stars, 1322|them changing--changing them evermore. 1322|The trees change and the trees are changed, 1322|the branches change also, and the leaves of the bushes and 1322|the bushes' leaves, 1322|the grass of the fields change and change, 1322|the sod or the soil of the fields, 1322|in the river the grass and the insects disappear, 1322|the fish change their habits, 1322|the ducks and geese change their habits, 1322|the sea-fog turns them into one another, 1322|a light is transformed into darkness, 1322|a shade is changed into daylight. 1322|The sun and moon have passed into the earth, 1322|into the earth and the water they have vanished, 1322|the stars have passed into the sky, 1322|into the stars the light and the darkness, 1322|into the sky the moon and the fish. 1322|The plants and the trees change now, 1322|they have lost the old, old smells, 1322|the wind has changed its breath into a vapor, 1322|a wave has changed its state into motion, 1322|the sun and moon are changed into shadows, 1322|the grass, grasses, and shrubs change, 1322|the stars are changed into stars, 1322|into shadows, the waters become the clouds, 1322|into the clouds the earth is transformed into a light, 1322|into the light the air becomes a smoke, 1322|into smoke the earth and the waters become one, 1322|the moon and the fish are blended into one, 1322|the fishes and trees are one. 1322|The whole earth and its people are one, 1322|all things are moving toward the same goal, 1322|the sun moves on and on, 1322|the moon stays in place and looks westward, 1322|the stars keep their places, 1322|every thing to itself, 1322|and the earth is moving toward itself, 1322|her heart toward her heart. 1322|When the earth, sea, air and water meet, 1322|they all come together to make a stream, 1322|the stream, the streamer, 1322|the great river, the stream of life. 1322|A long procession, all the earth in front of me, 1322|and all the stars in front of my horizon, 1322|a long procession of swift human feet, 1322|moving toward a goal, a long procession forward and back, 1322|one goal, the goal of life, of my life, and death on the way, 1322|a long and solemn procession. 1322|From man's growing knowledge and culture, man's rising position, 1322|and his growing worth, 1322|the star-streaming pathway of my light. 1322|Whence am I? 1322|I am, not in the sense that I have some pre-existing "sensible" 1322|relation with any one of the visible world, or with the visible 1322|I am also the "recovery" which has come upon me through the 1322|discoveries of reason, that comes upon me through the adventures 1322|of reason, that is, comes upon me through the discoveries of 1322|myrtles and grass and the blossoming of the earth, 1322|of trees and water, 1322|of the land-clocks, that clap their hands and shake at the sun, 1322|of the sunrises, of the full moons, that come no more, that 1322|come no more! 1322|For me the sun looks at the grass, 1322|the grasses ======================================== SAMPLE 43300 ======================================== 1568|Thy own; 1568|To the soul of my soul, with her own soul; 1568|The soul is the heart of me. 1568|It's the night that brings the starry light, 1568|And a sky of silver and rose; 1568|'Tis the night that brings the nightingale, 1568|And the soul-dance of nightingale! 1568|My soul and the stars, 1568|And the moon and the stars of night - 1568|My soul and the soul of me! 1568|My soul and the moon and the stars! 1568|The soul is the heart of me! 1568|It's up above the sea, 1568|And a ship with sails 1568|Is going to far-off lands, 1568|And a man with a sword 1568|Is going to land him 1568|In the land of the shadow and 1568|The shadow of the sea. 1568|I go up and a ship with sails 1568|Sails over the sea. 1568|It's an hour 1568|At night till the high noon 1568|Of the sky: 1568|A golden hour 1568|At night 1568|In the sky. 1568|It's over hills and far away; 1568|My soul and the stars, 1568|And the soul of me! 1568|My soul and the stars, 1568|And the soul of me, 1568|My soul and the stars. 1568|It's a silver moment 1568|In the sky, 1568|As the grey dawn's 1568|Silver hand 1568|Holds the sun in its fold. 1568|It's a bright moment, 1568|It's the night of the soul, 1568|And the soul is the sky. 1568|It's up above the sea, 1568|It's up above the sea, 1568|And I'll come again 1568|In the life that I had 1568|When I was young with the whole world at my feet, 1568|And a soul with wings. 1568|For I have a soul-dance to try, 1568|And I'll try and master it. 1568|I will keep my soul, 1568|For it's the soul of me 1568|That shall rule my soul - 1568|A soul with wings, 1568|A soul with souls, 1568|There are many a song 1568|Of the soul's and its singleness 1568|In love and in sorrow, 1568|And it's the dream of the soul 1568|That brings it to me, 1568|A soul with singing 1568|Like the sea-sounds down the years. 1568|I dreamt of a soul and a light, 1568|And the glory and beauty 1568|Of singing the soul and the light 1568|Down the years of my life; 1568|And my soul and its singleness 1568|Are the soul and the light 1568|That I dream to be. 1568|I dreamt of a soul and a song 1568|And the glory and beauty 1568|Of singing the soul and the song 1568|With the years 1568|Of my life: 1568|And it's the dream of the soul 1568|And the singleness of life, 1568|That's up above the sea, 1568|Where the soul-streams of life 1568|Are blowing and flying, 1568|And up above the waves 1568|That sweep the years 1568|There is a wavelet that runs 1568|Through the soul, up to its highest 1568|And best desire, 1568|Of a soul and a soul 1568|From its sun-gleams and its fire 1568|To the God that fills and rules it 1568|With our sires 1568|And its sun-fires. 1568|I dreamt of a song and a soul, 1568|And glory, and beauty, 1568|Of a soul and a soul 1568|And the glory that makes life 1568|A God-soul to be singled 1568|And singled forever 1568|In our sires 1568|And it's the dream of the soul 1568|And the sing ======================================== SAMPLE 43310 ======================================== 17393|To you, my dear, who give him your eyes, 17393|I give your memory. You loved him? You? 17393|Nay, you knew him not. He was one body, 17393|One person, one mind: a devil, in fact, 17393|To whom all other persons owed a debt! 17393|And I, to you, are to him a sort 17393|Of brother, being one of only two 17393|Death cannot annihilate. But this, 17393|This I can vouch for, and also this: 17393|I cannot but admire his intellect; 17393|I cannot but admire his gentle manners; 17393|I cannot but admire his soul's divine 17393|Nature--and, O but he had a soul,--what a soul! 17393|His was, at once, the one kind soul for two! 17393|That very night you went to church, which you said 17393|Was like a funeral in a way: for once 17393|You are so old you think you're going to die. 17393|You've got a case on your hands! Well, your fault 17393|Was I don't know what? You were going to die, 17393|But you didn't. Well, I won't. You know, of course, 17393|You haven't made the right conclusion yet 17393|You haven't told me you can't! I can wait. 17393|"You haven't made the right conclusion yet"? 17393|Why, yes. Because it's not your fault that I 17393|Can't tell a lady that I love; and now, 17393|You love me! Well, I know you don't! Go on-- 17393|You didn't? Why, you haven't kissed her yet? 17393|Go on--you haven't. No, you haven't, have you? 17393|I never told her I loved her yet? Why, 17393|She's twenty now--she's seventeen--and then she'll say,-- 17393|She'll say,--she loves you--I said I loved you! 17393|Why, yes, I love her, and if she would say-- 17393|Oh, I can hear the way you laugh to that! 17393|What, is she dreaming? You don't care, do you? 17393|Let her dream. Oh, go on,--you haven't done. 17393|We're both quite young and foolish--why don't you 17393|Call a play, and see that it was worth your while! 17393|She's going to marry that--I'm going to marry 17393|That fellow--just to get this cleared up. 17393|You won't believe it, though, I'm being serious! 17393|You haven't had her out of sight yet? Not yet? 17393|Well, then, my dear, you never will--but then, 17393|You've seen her quite enough to do what you will! 17393|Come here, then!--I'll kiss you--I really can't wait. 17393|It won't be till the summer day is done-- 17393|This painting's all done--the rest's in post-- 17393|You're not a friend, I know, and so your business 17393|Will be to give her all you can--to get it fair; 17393|But still don't give up. Stay, my love--I'd like it if 17393|You treated me like one, with just a little smile! 17393|You, being quite so young, cannot always do 17393|What you'd like to do; and I'm a little tired-- 17393|I've had enough of sun and dappled things. 17393|How tired I am! I've had too much of work-- 17393|Of sun and dappled things and--Oh, the sky! 17393|The sky! the sky! the sky! and now the sea, 17393|The sea and all the waves and clouds that blow. 17393|There's not an island in these isles, I own, 17393|But makes my heart beat faster. And the more 17393|That will, the faster my heart must beat, I know. 17393|I'm growing tired of all the old adventures-- 17393|The old adventures of sail, and fighting fair ======================================== SAMPLE 43320 ======================================== 7394|And when the nightingale sings in the spring, 7394|All heaven breaks, and a wild terror strikes 7394|The soul, as if the angels walked among, 7394|With wings half folded, and the heavens were dark, 7394|And earth the limit of a bloodshot eye; 7394|And then she goes to work each morning clear, 7394|And finds the time to mourn in some wise plight, 7394|As if the heavens to earth were not quite gone 7394|From covering the sun with his great crown. 7394|But ah, the little things we cherish more 7394|Than all the world e'er knows when it comes to brood 7394|On the first dear look we lost to-day, 7394|Which sets her heart so full of tears and pain. 7394|A little flower lies in the bed 7394|Where we slept all night, in the blue, 7394|A small bloom, whose fragrance made 7394|Our hearts enraptured as we slept. 7394|And then, when our busy day is o'er, 7394|The memory of the small bright flower 7394|Brings all the sweetest thoughts together 7394|Of a happy life in summer time, 7394|And makes our hearts seem happy, dear, 7394|For the dear, sweet, memory of it. 7394|The little boy was born when earth 7394|Was all still and still apart, 7394|Since when there's strife or trouble, 7394|'Tis he but breathes the spirit through. 7394|There was a woman who had been a nun, 7394|With her little boy in her arms; 7394|She bore up an hour and looked at him 7394|And was satisfied with his face. 7394|But he's gone, and she has looked at him 7394|The whole year with his picture there, 7394|And he's gone, and she has looked at him 7394|But canna look at all. 7394|We kneel to say good-by, and bid our farewell 7394|To such sweet faces as these; 7394|To him we say farewell with earnest prayer,-- 7394|With prayer that we may meet again. 7394|There is a place in our chapel above 7394|Where the faces of saints may be seen; 7394|In the midst of sorrow some may rejoice 7394|And others lament. 7394|There the soul may meet with its eternal friends, 7394|And be with Christ 7394|In the place that is home to the lost and the gonfomer,-- 7394|Home of the gonfomer--Home of the gonfomer. 7394|There the heart may feel the eternal wings 7394|That never can tarry a day; 7394|There the spirit may wander through the sky, 7394|With the angels--up on high. 7394|Then we say "Good-bye!" and we bid our farewell 7394|To him who left this place of grace 7394|With the face of joy 7394|For the face of sorrow; 7394|And a prayer is said that, in the year of to-morrow, 7394|He may return. 7394|Then a little heart is softly beat, 7394|And a hand is laid in our isle; 7394|He is safe, we said, with our love and our sympathy, 7394|He is safe from harm or woe; 7394|And still he is safe, for the pilgrim never dies, 7394|For the pilgrim always dies. 7394|It was the long, long years she'd known him, 7394|When he had his many sorrows; 7394|A mother's heart that could not choose 7394|But love as one loved another. 7394|And now it was a mother's heart 7394|That thrilled when his birth was announced, 7394|And now it is a mother's heart 7394|That weeps for his absence and loneliness. 7394|And still it is a mother's heart, 7394|That loves as he loved her did, 7394|And that mourns the absence of the son, 7394|And not of the husband and the master. 7394|And it is the home all mothers love 7394|That he would have sought on earth's vast round, 7394|Though now his pathway winds a ======================================== SAMPLE 43330 ======================================== 7391|Where once her home was, and the children played, 7391|In the sweet air, among her flowery ways? 7391|When the sun was low, and the night fell cold, 7391|When the long day's chores were incomplete done, 7391|When the tasks were done, and the children's night 7391|Left them still as the song of the sea had sung, 7391|Grown up and ready to turn the earth away, 7391|And with smiles and love they would meet at the door, 7391|Whispering that, when we meet, the day will fly, 7391|While all of the children shall live to rejoice, 7391|Whose hands, like our own, have formed the heart to move 7391|Their memories are gone, that once so free, 7391|Once so light, is now bound like the shadow in bough. 7391|And the memories are gone that once were so dear, 7391|The friends that they knew when the joys were sweet, 7391|The dear ties they drew when the sunshine of life was round. 7391|Where the sweet airs are, and the soft brooks sing, 7391|And the hills are bright, and the earth is fair, 7391|And the waves of the sea are a song of their own, 7391|We have watched and gone, and the memories are gone. 7391|THE morning gleamed, and the shadows crept 7391|Across the garden's green and gold, 7391|As the sunbeams ope their peeping eyes 7391|To lift the curtains at their feet. 7391|All round the sunny western slopes 7391|The long, blue day lay mellowing; 7391|The sun sank lower, deeper still, 7391|And gray with smoke the western spars 7391|In floating clouds of cloud-powdered air. 7391|And when the stars and moonlit line 7391|On the west grew purple with rest, 7391|And as the sun with slow sweet breathing 7391|Shook the wide open window-pane, 7391|I saw the shadowed faces shine 7391|Under the eastern stars like light. 7391|In golden hues and golds of blue 7391|The clouds, in silver bands of gloom, 7391|Hung in their dusk in the west afar; 7391|And I looked and looked into the night, 7391|And listened to the still rain drop. 7391|THEY are all of them, old friends of mine: 7391|One is my boy, a child of childhood; 7391|There's another, a girl half boy, whose look 7391|Seems half to love and half to fear; 7391|And that is one, while they are standing there, 7391|Like two young hollyhocks in a row. 7391|Each has her place; each has her hour! 7391|Each has a dream of something sweet; 7391|Their hearts are one, the whole wide world! 7391|I feel my blood, and my heart are twain! 7391|I hear the whisper of a song! 7391|The first is like a harper's voice 7391|Where the full harmonies were found,-- 7391|Music for the sunlit earth, 7391|Music for the lonely room 7391|Where I lie on my cold, white bed, 7391|And hear the rain fall for my ear, 7391|And the quick sobbing of my heart! 7391|I hear the beating of my heart, 7391|I hear the beatings of my heart, 7391|As their swift pulses beat and start, 7391|At life's old, familiar tune. 7391|I am a young, young man, to keep 7391|These colors,--as a sun-flower grows,-- 7391|That like the old, old-familiar lines 7391|Stand there in silence round me sent, 7391|While my young friend goes, bright and bright, 7391|To the work of singing and the song! 7391|Oh! tell me not, with gentle tongue, 7391|Of sorrow or delay,--I will 7391|I will not say one word! I am at rest! 7391|The winter is far flown, the Spring is here 7391|And love and life have touched my heart with light; 7391|With the soft breath of ======================================== SAMPLE 43340 ======================================== 8187|The little house stands a little nook above, 8187|Where he, in youth, had learnt to dwell like a bee, 8187|When a bee, at least, he surely had been his own: 8187|And there, one morn or two, he found himself laid, 8187|And all the flowers upon that garden-ground, 8187|Watered by summer, nursed by winter, grew; 8187|While some, which the bright southern sun had flushed, 8187|Lay in the dust, the winter-buds between;-- 8187|Some lay in the turf, and some in the mould, 8187|And all were but too sweet for roses to hold;-- 8187|One grew into the sunshine; and one rose 8187|Out of all the other that had met his eyes 8187|That spring had been so full, the dear little thing 8187|Had been its only care; and, when the light 8187|Was hid by some deep grove of soft green leaves, 8187|His soul, all round, seemed to shine like the day. 8187|And tho', at first, all these things in sooth 8187|Were in the power of the cold frost to hurt, 8187|Yet now they seem as happy, and, in fact, 8187|As ever the happiest that ever were seen; 8187|And, tho' the little house and the flowers and snow 8187|Are all but a dream to him, they may prove 8187|The only true delight of a man's alive-- 8187|The only true pain whereof you have not mind;-- 8187|While _I_, dear Lord, have no other thought 8187|Than to live upon the joys of my Muse, 8187|And to let your sweet little voice, 8187|Beating all, to my genius thus 8187|Shall render my best pages in my verse. 8187|"_Hosanna_, _round_ me, _everywhere_. 8187|If, after reading a passage or so, 8187|Which some one may happen to like, 8187|And which is not so much in the style 8187|Of your own work as, let it be, 8187|In a voice of admiration; 8187|You say,--'Ah me! where is the poet now, 8187|Who once so pretty a face wore; 8187|Whose cheek a perfect oval rose? 8187|Where is the poet whose smile was so bright? 8187|Whose glance, so round, was so fair? 8187|Where is the singer now, whose notes were so clear? 8187|Where is the minstrel now, whose throat was so tight? 8187|"Ah! come, come, come, what's the use 8187|Of the old rhyme that sings so loud, 8187|And our eyes are so fond of the old style,-- 8187|That, what's the use of the song if it dies? 8187|"_Hosanna_, _round_ me, _everywhere_ 8187|If, after reading a passage or so, 8187|Which some one may happen to like, 8187|And which is not so much in the style 8187|Of your own work as, let it be, 8187|In a voice of admiration. 8187|"_Hosanna_, _round_ me, _everywhere_, 8187|If, after reading a passage or two, 8187|Which some one may happen to like, 8187|And which is not so much in the style 8187|Of your own work as, let it be, 8187|In a voice of admiration. 8187|"_Round_, _everywhere_, _everywhere_; 8187|_Hosanna_, _round_ me, _everywhere_; 8187|_Hosanna_, 8187|_round_ me_, 8187|For the old rhyme that played so loud, 8187|And our hearts are so fond of the old style. 8187|We know you can write: for, like your own, 8187|You have learnt to speak as well as to write. 8187|Now, Lord, give us the voice for which you spoke 8187|When a boy, and the eyes and the smile, 8187|And the airs of yourself that haunt the old rhy ======================================== SAMPLE 43350 ======================================== I had my little boy for nurse; 38877|Then mother she was a pretty girl; 38877|She was smart and very well dressed; 38877|She was all my own and only care, 38877|And when I came to stay with her, 38877|I was very shy and poor indeed. 38877|She was not much a stranger to song, 38877|And oft I would go to her to sing, 38877|And in my heart there rolled a joy 38877|Of happy singing. There was a time, 38877|The sun was very young and yet, 38877|'Mid all the stars we did not hear 38877|His glory on the great stars burn. 38877|And all that day then, as I sing, 38877|Would seem so small to me; and then 38877|I would think of him, I long to sing, 38877|I wish that God would come to me 38877|And take away sorrow like to him. 38877|I had a little brother, the little brother, 38877|I held him on my arm, and oft we sang, 38877|And when he turned his sleepy eyes away, 38877|I thought I saw its light on the white waves. 38877|And when it came in the morning-tide, 38877|We played along with it. 'Twas a pretty game; 38877|And when it died together, crying I found 38877|My baby lay upon my breast. 38877|You know I wish I could go back to you, 38877|But all the time, I thought, "What trouble can 38877|Come between us now that she is gone?" 38877|And when she was brought to my arm again, 38877|Ah then I knew that my little brother dreamed. 38877|I wish that God was going, away,-- 38877|Oh, it is very hurtful to cry, 38877|And every night I wish that I could go 38877|And come back to him and tell him of my pain; 38877|And every time he came to my room, 38877|Oh then at last I knew that it was true. 38877|The wind blows out at every star, 38877|And the moon takes in this flame 38877|That comes from the white clouds of snow. 38877|The dark has been asleep so long, 38877|And the wind is awake so soon, 38877|You never can tell when they'll wake. 38877|I wish some day when he's back in the town 38877|They'd be singing, and shouting, and cheering, 38877|And just walk along side of the crowd. 38877|And if he's so great, and so smart, 38877|With his beautiful long-legged wife,-- 38877|My little one, come back to me, 38877|I would sing to the lovely one. 38877|I see a face all bright and fresh, 38877|And in my room there is not one 38877|But wants to run up the stairs 38877|And take a quick long tumble. 38877|He always did come the first, 38877|With a smile on his charming face; 38877|I thought he was making fun, 38877|When he jumped into my bed 38877|And gave me a little look. 38877|The rain is coming and coming, 38877|It whistles through the sky, 38877|And in my window the flowers are standing 38877|Staring at it,--just like at play,-- 38877|Oh, where can it be? 38877|I cannot see the flowers, 38877|I'm wet and freezing cold, 38877|And far away the house is hanging 38877|Like a banner above the door; 38877|And I hear the wind blow, 38877|But the flowers and they only sigh, 38877|I wish that I could go away, 38877|And come back to them, and tell them 38877|That I wish they'd let me stay; 38877|But they never will believe me, 38877|For they never can see, 38877|Until I tell them about it 38877|Or make a thing of it. 38877|"Do you think they will remember him, 38877|Because they are so nice and nice, 38877|And would not hurt a thing 38877|But that he came back so sweet, 38877 ======================================== SAMPLE 43360 ======================================== 34298|His brows, which in one thought his heart enfold, 34298|Shaped him like one of that fair clan of queens. 34298|So with fair names from Heaven she took the air, 34298|Lived there in that solitary cot apart? 34298|Ah, what a solitude would meet those skies, 34298|Where all the blushes of each fair 34298|In one gazetted blaze appear, 34298|With all Heaven's beauty in one smile! 34298|The gentle moon, with all her beams, 34298|On the soft couch of the stars 34298|Sheds on that soul of joy, which here 34298|Was more than glory; and all night 34298|That heart's own light,--such life is near, 34298|One world in one happiness! 34298|That world on earth!--But when shall mine, 34298|Thy life, the life for which I sigh, 34298|Be gone? Ah, soon the hour shall come 34298|When in the silent shade shall lie 34298|The marble monument, the tomb, 34298|Where that once life was known to thee; 34298|And, crowned with laurel, on that hill, 34298|Where thy fair mother was a queen, 34298|Shall rest thy king-born sires;--a race 34298|More pure than any priest hath made,-- 34298|A race more blest, and gentler, too, 34298|Than all thy father's offspring. 34298|O world of tears! O world to me, 34298|Of all things fair and bright, 34298|Of life, and song, and air,--the last, 34298|The loveliest, is the least! 34298|I hear the shrilly joys of day, 34298|I see their radiant shapes that spring 34298|From a deep fountain of delight-- 34298|The sun! and the moon! and the moon! 34298|Forgotten are the seasons that 34298|In their bright pomp to me were given; 34298|I know that in the darkening way, 34298|The autumn o'er the hill is flown; 34298|I know that, on the dewy plain 34298|The star-decked maiden roves again; 34298|And I, who walk this life in search, 34298|Are wistful for the days of spring. 34298|Yet more than all, these eyes I feel 34298|Are lit with a gentler joys; 34298|They see the smile of Nature rise 34298|From the cold brow of solitude; 34298|The earth of friendship, and the sea 34298|Of joy and love;--and all things bright 34298|With beauty never seen on earth! 34298|To me how blessed and blest?--I feel 34298|Those beams on all around; 34298|To me, in the dark, how beautiful! 34298|I hear the voice of all life's strife, 34298|I hear above the roar! 34298|The world--but, O, to the solitary star, 34298|Beneath the lonely mountain, I can hear 34298|The voice of love, that says, "O sun, to thee 34298|I pledge my heart!--Oh, give me a new day, 34298|And let me see thy face again." 34298|And even when on the air the storm is deep, 34298|And wind and rain the forest is veiling round, 34298|Though earth is swept and scattered, and the land 34298|Reels to the outer, dark, the voice is there, 34298|That cries, "O brother, give the dawn a tear. 34298|The voice, that speaks of thee, from world to world, 34298|Is with us yet!--We know, O brother, we know!" 34298|So, in each heart is one dear voice for thee, 34298|In the wild hills, and the wild winds' wild rejoicing, 34298|And the green sea:--But hear thy friend's dear voice, 34298|For the world's world we hear it--and the world's 34298|world we feel it;--we that hear, and we that know! 34298|We will not ask the gods in vain to make 34298|A place for love, and there a shrine for prayer; 34298| ======================================== SAMPLE 43370 ======================================== 1727|then, and now. If you have heard the rest of my tale, tell it to Ulysses; for he 1727|will come home as you bid him.' 1727|When she had now spoken, Helen, daughter of Icarius, took the 1727|golden cup which Ulysses' son had given her, and quenched the fire 1727|between two stones of ebony. Then she gave him a robe and a 1727|doublet, and she sent him to the house where his mother lay 1727|sleeping. 1727|Helen got hold of Ulysses, and began weeping. He rose and took 1727|his seat by her, and said, "Helen, you have done me a great 1727|fault, for I cannot help weeping here. The gods, of their own 1727|will, sent me to Ithaca. They say my wife will be ever in 1727|love with me, but she is afraid of the gods; her father and 1727|her guardian both died, and her father gave her a hard time. 1727|He left her to be borne by his sons, and he left me to be 1727|reckoned by the women who cared for me as his wife. As for my 1727|mother, she gave me her hand in marriage, and now I am here 1727|having to bury her, though she never thought of it." 1727|"Oh, wretched child," exclaimed Ulysses, "you have got me in an 1727|unfortunate situation; then take a little of my own wine. 1727|I have had of the best of the wine that could be had when 1727|I was here; it was made in Ephyra, a city of Pelasgic shrift of 1727|the gods, where I dwelt from the time I went to Troy till 1727|I came here after having conquered the Danaan ships. But now I 1727|drink of much stronger wine, for I have long been praying to the 1727|flames of the furnace." 1727|"Alas," replied Penelope, "I must have the strongest drink that 1727|could perchance be found, for I am come here with nothing better 1727|than a child in my belly." 1727|"Ulysses," answered Ulysses, "I will show you the best of my 1727|all. Now drink, and tell my mother, her servant, that I have 1727|got away from the house that I was going to leave, and have been 1727|going back to the ships on the sea shore. As for your wife, the 1727|futurity of the matter is yet unsettled, so I think she is 1727|much like Ulysses still, for her hair and her eyes are as black and 1727|white as a bride's." 1727|"I have kept my promise and kept my word," answered 1727|Helen, "and I must go now at once to the house where Ulysses is. 1727|The child will have his dinner soon, and when he has had it, 1727|let him go away. I shall make some excuse about his coming,--I think 1727|he would rather sit in this pleasant arm-chair than in the other 1727|chair that is in the porch." 1727|Telemachus heard his wife's words, and came back to the outer 1727|court without the least thought of returning to his father's 1727|house. He set the table, took his seat by it, and remained 1727|there till Minerva chanced to take Minerva by the hand and lead her 1727|right in among them. 1727|"You have made great blunders," said Minerva, "and a great mistake 1727|in many matters, but you know very well who you are talking 1727|about; for the child is Ulysses, and you are talking about my 1727|"My father," answered Telemachus, "and many of the citizens of 1727|Ithaca--they are all in my debt for what has been done to me 1727|and to my sons. They are not to be blamed, but I should not have 1727|held them in such great dishonour if I had seen them as children 1727|first of all, and then, as people do who go abroad at a 1727|very great price, and do not know how to get back home before 1727|it ======================================== SAMPLE 43380 ======================================== 3468|But this I know; his might is gone; 3468|The day-star of the dark hath been 3468|To ashes, for a while, the new; 3468|No living men may hold the world; 3468|Yet shall he not. 3468|Weep, weary heart! 3468|And see thy world, and hear its moan; 3468|O soul, be wise, 3468|Look not on this! For thy day is done. 3468|But still the days, the summer days, 3468|Are mine, and none may ever hold 3468|My crown, and all the labouring spring 3468|Is mine to keep. 3468|There was a time, a time, for my heart's intent, 3468|And all that time is not, nor shall be, 3468|That time departed, and then I went 3468|Where summer days did make a man, 3468|Whom my soul had sought to hold and know. 3468|Yet, while the time hath passed, I have not ceased to be, 3468|But all that time and all the ways thereof 3468|Are mine: 3468|Though others seek for crowns of all the land, 3468|As for a soul that hath no substance here: 3468|I seek for men, for men, for men. 3468|"Yet, though the time is gone, yet shall my heart, 3468|The proud heart that shall not be defiled, 3468|Be strong to hold and keep the gift thereof: 3468|I hold the way unharmed; 3468|And all I sought of men hath been, O knight, 3468|And all that time is mine and mine alone. 3468|But now it shall have an end, as I deem, 3468|And time shall have no power to break my rest; 3468|And yet for one short year I bear as fair 3468|His crown as any tree; 3468|As one fair springy bud 3468|And shall abide, 3468|And there no more: 3468|And yet he shall abide, I say, 3468|With all his crowns of all the land set free: 3468|Though now that time were gone, 3468|And I but mote be left, 3468|And none shall bring 3468|The love that I have won, O knight, 3468|Or turn his face away 3468|Or drive his crown from mine 3468|And set his own and mine aside, 3468|And go his way; 3468|Yea, even that which I have won 3468|Was brought to nought 3468|To set his crown by mine, O knight." 3468|Then from her heart he laid her down 3468|And lay hid in the flowery grass, 3468|Where in the shade she might be still, 3468|Ere he arose from the bed, 3468|And from that hour his heart forgot 3468|The passion which he knew. 3468|There was a time, there was a time, 3468|When love with life was overgone; 3468|They two were grown too much together 3468|To be at peace, to take a rest; 3468|But love at this last day hath ceased 3468|And comes at last, and goeth on, 3468|And men grow old and men grow gray, 3468|And men forget; 3468|But never was a time since love grew old, 3468|But love at last shall come to all. 3468|Then, now in all this world of mine 3468|There is some man, when this life's day is gone, 3468|Loveth a woman, as the days that pass, 3468|And would bewaileth his life to-night. 3468|But it is done; the life hath lain waste 3468|That is not. Now it is laid in ashes; 3468|And he waxeth old, and gathereth old 3468|No more hope, because of the days' passing: 3468|And he groweth old, and gathereth old, 3468|And his eye-lids cannot find the night; 3468|And his heart-sick hands are burdens to bear, 3468|Because of the days' passing. 3468|Then he hath no hope, who would have ======================================== SAMPLE 43390 ======================================== 1287|With the red light of the sun. 1287|With a sound of thunder, 1287|With the sound of lightning 1287|And the storm that is ever 1287|Filling all the earth. 1287|I am the mother 1287|Of the lightning, lightning, 1287|Of the thunderbolt, thunder, 1287|Of the thunderstorm. 1287|My child, in the morning 1287|When the snow is shining, 1287|Fleeing to the woodlands, 1287|What of me will you ask? 1287|How can I give thee a kiss, 1287|While our lives are all full of joy? 1287|How can I make thee my bride, 1287|When the snow is so dense and hoar? 1287|The snow has reached the valley, 1287|The river is flowing fast, 1287|While we see each other's eyes, 1287|How can we ever be glad? 1287|As the white snow is falling, 1287|Comes forth a golden flower. 1287|And our darling knows not to pick it, 1287|For it seems more like a flower. 1287|The frost is touching the roses, 1287|Whence doth it seem most gay, 1287|For it was not pluck'd in anger, 1287|But we are a happy pair. 1287|Our hearts with this love are glowing, 1287|While the snow is falling fast, 1287|As long as we hope we shall see it, 1287|In our hearts, in our eyes, indeed. 1287|The snow is reaching the mountain, 1287|The river flows out for ever; 1287|When we gaze on its brightness, 1287|It seems a star in the sky. 1287|We have seen it in dreams, 1287|All of my heart's dear treasure, 1287|But now it reaches me in season, 1287|It was left by my mother, 1287|And I feel with a gladness, 1287|When I see it the warmest. 1287|In my mother's arms it lay, 1287|She was always so fond, 1287|And as soon as I come near it 1287|My heart it rejoices to greet 1287|With the joy of my mother, 1287|The flowers in my bosom 1287|As the snow the valley. 1287|The night is dark and drear, 1287|And all around is sighing. 1287|The snow is falling fast, 1287|The river is flowing fast, 1287|The snow-flake floats over it, 1287|And my heart is thrilled to it. 1287|The snow-flake floats out to it, 1287|And a snow-star I see in it,-- 1287|Then my heart the snow is rejoicing 1287|In the warmth that my mother shows. 1287|When I look on the snow-star 1287|It is as a starry flower 1287|In the light of her golden smile. 1287|I the thought of my mother,-- 1287|My mother's image still glows 1287|In my heart, when I view her 1287|With my own half-mortal eyes. 1287|As the snow is falling, 1287|The river has flowed so fast, 1287|The river, like a bright rainbow, 1287|Is all of its own loveliness, 1287|I feel in my bosom 1287|That the snow-flower is smiling, 1287|And the snow-head is growing. 1287|When my mother was dying, 1287|She said, 'The fairest flower 1287|Will be the flower of one, 1287|Who has been loved and lost.' 1287|But oh! the hearts that I gave to her, 1287|So quickly their beauty flings, 1287|The flower of this lovely one 1287|Will fade before her dying eyes. 1287|My mother in the castle, 1287|With a smile full of love, 1287|And her arm about my neck, 1287|How tenderly I kiss'd it 1287|As the snow was falling fast, 1287|And the thunder rolled round, 1287|When the snow-flake was rolling down, 1287|To fill the world with ======================================== SAMPLE 43400 ======================================== 1381|And he said:- 'Why do you come to my door 1381|Without a book in hand?' 1381|'Why,' said she, 'I came to read!' 1381|And she left my door to come, but I stood at it: 1381|It was a hard bed! 1381|It has wrought me many a woe: 1381|I never had seen a bed before the olden time; 1381|For even in my youth I'd hardly let a maiden stray 1381|But I had a bed where a bed could be warm beside. 1381|So I sent one to his love, 1381|Who said 'twas neither book nor book, 1381|'Twas a whole house, a fire-light florida, 1381|A garden, and a garden-bird - 1381|A red-breast; and there 'gan she sing, 1381|And laugh with me: The heart of it 'twas, 1381|For I never have heard a sound so sweet, 1381|In summer or in winter, 1381|Since the green leaves filled the air with song. 1381|The bird has made a home under my bed; 1381|He has lived there all day long, and slept. 1381|And so, at night, the little red-breast 1381|With me, I see he is his kind beloved. 1381|And, when he laughs, I laugh too, but it makes me sadder. 1381|He can hear the garden's voice in Autumn days, 1381|And laugh with the garden bird; 1381|And when he is tired of playing, as I think, 1381|He'll fly away to me 1381|And keep this house, and sing, 1381|And keep the house as merry as he can. 1381|'Come to my house, come to my house,' 1381|The song went, crying, crying; 1381|The garden's laughing with delight, 1381|And the birds are coming home: 1381|The birds, that were in the world as blest: 1381|The birds will be as empty as the air 1381|With a last song for the wind and the rain: 1381|For the summer long, as I sit here, 1381|And watch the leaves come out of the trees, 1381|I hear a voice that is very clear, 1381|And it is singing:- 1381|'Come, little house, come, little house, 1381|And go forth through the woods and fields, 1381|And find the spring-time, and the grass; 1381|The spring-time, and the grass may sing! 1381|And the glad birds sing as to a sound.' 1381|Come, my fair house, let us go 1381|The best way home home; 1381|With the leaves that you spread in your hand, 1381|And the little white flower. 1381|The wind goes singing far and free, 1381|The water sings low, 1381|The little trees whisper and sing, 1381|Sing, sweet air, and sing: 1381|Sing the flowers that are the way, 1381|The flowers that are the home; 1381|Sing the white flowers, and the rose, 1381|Sing our home of love: 1381|The roses are the home of love, 1381|The trees sing of the spring: 1381|Sing them, singing the joy of spring; 1381|Sing them in joy, 1381|Sing our spring to us, and singing 1381|Sweet spring, sing we by.' 1381|Wear for a month with thy white brow 1381|The golden sunshine, and the rose 1381|The pale light, and the glory of day, 1381|The dew that drips from the flowers' sight: 1381|Come, the light, the birds, the wild air wild 1381|And the wild flowers, with whom to dream, 1381|And the wild birds that sing. 1381|Then come, my white, white rose, and join in 1381|The song, that we with thee can bring 1381|From out the air, which we with thee 1381|Have called and thrilled our own, from thee, 1381|Who, when the rose of love doth fall, 1381|And whitens the lips with the scent of kisses, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 43410 ======================================== 1041|And you alone that evermore is nigh 1041|To the green green island by the sea." 1041|And lo! what a mighty noise of waves 1041|Was upreared like thunder on the land: 1041|And up a huge tree, and over sea 1041|By the island's edge in grandeur went. 1041|Thus I saw the ancient Naiads run 1041|In music o'er a silver stream, 1041|And, climbing with the leaves a tree, 1041|The laughing creatures to and fro wend; 1041|And now are they upon the green; 1041|And now are they upon the land. 1041|But here we are alone, and now 1041|The sea is like a river blue, 1041|And here the waters of the sea 1041|Are dancing on the water's side. 1041|And here the clouds are like two dragons 1041|That to and fro above the sky 1041|Grop for the treasure that they keep 1041|Among the hollows of the sky. 1041|But here the skies are all alone, 1041|And never a bird comes in to sing, 1041|Nor any sound is heard to say 1041|How long since day began to weep. 1041|Here, on the left and now the right, 1041|Are many suns and many moons; 1041|And here are stars that shine on gold, 1041|And here the moon revolves one. 1041|But here are planets in their courses, 1041|And planets in their courses come; 1041|And here, the sun is in the centre, 1041|And there beyond the horizon go. 1041|I saw a mighty river pour, 1041|And all the stars that are, 1041|Went out upon a mission to show 1041|The splendour they had shed. 1041|I saw the sea go onward still, 1041|And see it pour again, 1041|And yet to me it seems, perchance, 1041|It sings to hear it call. 1041|O! there are things in the heavens' wide house 1041|That do not shrink from words, 1041|And things that live upon the watery floor,-- 1041|And things that can be heard; 1041|But which of these do you choose for you, 1041|If you will make your choice? 1041|And which do you think are the best 1041|Of things that are or were? 1041|The sea may be the world's great guardian, 1041|And the stars may be sent, 1041|But which of these do you think are the best? 1041|The rain may fall at night in torrents slow, 1041|And there may be danger nigh; 1041|Yet there's one thing sure by land and sea 1041|Which nothing can assail. 1041|The stars will shine through all the night, 1041|But who shall gain their light? 1041|Who shall pass down their benediction strong 1041|To everlasting day? 1041|What else but the stars, which we see bright, 1041|Will be the part of us best? 1041|The hours we give in silent, measured time 1041|To idle, toilful hands, 1041|Are the most sweet and constant tokens 1041|Of that which we most dread: 1041|What else are hours then though they fly 1041|But the flashes of some clearer light 1041|Far down in some superior sphere? 1041|Oh! it is better to be wise 1041|Than good and kind to be, 1041|And it is safer to strive for light 1041|Than strive for renown: 1041|To bear an upward flame is surely surer 1041|And nobler far than fame; 1041|It glows in a white star brighter far 1041|Than fame on the wings of the world, 1041|And the star's light can never burn out 1041|Like the light of his great eye. 1041|My heart is a flower, that bloometh without a root, 1041|To sit by the fire and to pull the light from the shade; 1041|To bear the morning and still the morning stars in, 1041|For I will not climb up to day and I will not sleep 1041| ======================================== SAMPLE 43420 ======================================== 16376|A moment more of time. 16376|So, still my foot for aye 16376|Steals on the grave. 16376|_I shall come back again; I have but one hour to live, 16376|One hour to breathe, one hour to go to the end of this sentence; 16376|One hour to myself to make the last word a final word, 16376|One hour to speak, to speak, to speak, my own and the last!_ 16376|One hour, a moment, and my body is bound forevermore. 16376|O Thou, who art perfect, 16376|Let not my soul be weary 16376|Of this last journey of sorrow:-- 16376|Naught of pain or sorrow-- 16376|Be with my soul; let my spirit 16376|Move on; not in pain or sorrow! 16376|O, I remember my first wife well! 16376|She was like a flower among the grasses: 16376|White and red and yellow; 16376|And I loved her because she was maiden pretty. 16376|There are flowers in the garden; 16376|And many a flower in the garden is fair; 16376|But never any bloom so fair or goodly 16376|As the white lily. 16376|The flowers that are red 16376|Are the loves of men; 16376|The roses are the loves of women, 16376|And the hyacinth blue. 16376|The eyes of love look in them; 16376|And they smile in their looks; 16376|The lips of love look in them; 16376|But love is love's first look and last look. 16376|The eyes of love smile in them; 16376|But love is love's second look and third look; 16376|And then the soul of the loved looks in the eyes 16376|And so is lost to them. 16376|The eyes of love smile in them; 16376|But love is love's third look and then love is death; 16376|And so the looked-for love will vanish out of men 16376|And so the loved will not. 16376|The love that we love grows cold and dead and bitter; 16376|Only the heart of a woman flickers with light: 16376|A lily of heaven that a man has stolen. 16376|The wind is a thief, and the wind will follow; 16376|The snow is a knife, and the snow will pierce: 16376|The bird is a broken key, 16376|The spring is a stone. 16376|The bird was stolen, 16376|The flower is a thief, 16376|The wind is the thief, 16376|And the thief is love. 16376|In the valley a woman sat by the stream, 16376|And the wind made her hair stand on end; 16376|As white as driven snow her eyelids fell 16376|O'er her eyes like sunrise. 16376|Up at the airy moon's steepest point, 16376|Where the star-dust is in trappings rubbed, 16376|That fair sea-child seemed to play with me; 16376|Each quivering arm and eyebrow's curl 16376|She with the sea was hovering. 16376|Up at the moon's sharpest point, 16376|She sat by the stream and laughed and smiled, 16376|And the lily of heaven she danced with me, 16376|She with the sea was hirling. 16376|When my love comes to woo me, 16376|When my love comes to woo me, 16376|Then she comes with a shroud of rain, 16376|With a shroud of rain,-- 16376|A rain that makes the roses pale, 16376|The roses pale,-- 16376|A rain that fills the hollow trees 16376|With a ghostly, muffling patter 16376|Of thunder, thunder,-- 16376|A red, red rain, a rain of claims, 16376|A red, red rain,-- 16376|A red, red rain, a rain of claims 16376|When my love comes to woo me. 16376|_The King of Thule is a Thule Leal man-- 16376|He has nine lives in him._ 16376|_The King of Thule is a Thule Leal man-- 16376|He has nine lives in him._ ======================================== SAMPLE 43430 ======================================== 8672|Wisdom and love and love the mind to guide, 8672|Serene, yet not too strong, this thought of mine, 8672|Still I must love thy thoughts, and thou my love; 8672|But, oh, if there be some sweet thing concealed, 8672|Pleased with a poor, or better, than thy store, 8672|That still I may look up to Heaven for thee, 8672|When all that lies within this shining cave, 8672|As a good woman's heart must love the gift 8672|Of self-respect, and to love give her breath. 8672|And when I'm lost in the woods and paths unknown, 8672|When all around seems silent,--then in vain, 8672|If thou wilt bring my soul to love again, 8672|Let the love-charms of the gods pass me by. 8672|Let thy heart be still; let it not know pain 8672|Nor care that I should fall unawares 8672|In the low wild, or lose my joy to thee. 8672|If I love thee then that I love thee more 8672|Than others can--so be it! thou dost me please. 8672|For love is not but when two willing hearts 8672|Fling darts of fire, and one will boast, and one 8672|Will boast, of their desires, the while, and speak 8672|Their being's unity, or in their pride, 8672|And look to one or t'other's wrongs for right. 8672|And one will grieve, and yet another smile; 8672|And the last says "Thank ye" so often, so rare; 8672|And that's the bliss of many, yea, of me. 8672|Then thou shalt smile, sweet heart, and be imployed 8672|To give me courage, when I'm the slave 8672|Of want, and love to be bound and driven 8672|The slave of love--and then thy smile thou'lt know. 8672|Oh, would that I were dead and buried deep, 8672|As they that lie in sleep, and thou were nigh, 8672|And I to sleep, and thou to love anew 8672|With thy sweet smile, and thy fair eyes that are 8672|Bending above, like a rosy fire. 8672|The world could not tell thee of a more sweet thing, 8672|No man who feels the touch of love again 8672|Shall dare to sing the song of love again 8672|To thee, as then thy smile made its best moan. 8672|Oh, the time was mine when all the world was young. 8672|I took a world whose youth was spent in shame, 8672|And a sweet girl, and loved her through good faith. 8672|I had no love for my poor narrow life, 8672|That I but loved one little sin that she 8672|Lured in with false sweet promises and lies. 8672|But now the world is all grown old, and old 8672|That lie in wait for sorrow, that will soon 8672|Bring sorrow on those that have loved and sinned. 8672|My soul is young and strong, but yet, for all 8672|My longing--and a longing to forget 8672|And love again--is the heart of thee, 8672|And all my life thou art the world to me. 8672|And I would have thee with me, if I might, 8672|The wind and waves of every life and land, 8672|I would have thee with me, if I might. 8672|And then a thousand desires would rise, 8672|And love once more would all my spirits win, 8672|And with a thousand joys of love delight 8672|I might forget--and with delight forget 8672|And leave thy kiss in memory of thee, 8672|Though the dead kisses of my life-desires 8672|Should never more be breathed or felt again. 8672|I would that I were dead and buried deep, 8672|And the cold earth should ever more enclose 8672|Me, dear heart, and thou the living meed, 8672|And thou my own undying faith, and we 8672|Should love and be one soul, love and rejoice. 8672|How beautiful and fair is woman; 8672|How fair the children of her womb ======================================== SAMPLE 43440 ======================================== 14019|And, if ye'll, may the Frenchmen tell it, 14019|That no man, save Roland and Morte, 14019|The earl of Warwick, ever mounted 14019|Upon a dhow of iron that shone. 14019|"And as for this," said Roland, "d'une viege 14019|Will well suffice to see the Saxons fail." 14019|But, ere the Emperor could speak more, 14019|Hugh Capet forth did speak, his rage 14019|Tearing up cheeks and chin and eye, 14019|"I hope," he thought, "to do the French, 14019|To all and sundry, in the wrong; 14019|But they shall tremble on the way, 14019|Nor shall we gain the city then. 14019|We'll soon the Saxons, then, and this thing see." 14019|The Emperor, though in words like these, 14019|Yet held his peace, and to his men, 14019|"Our battle is in full fury growing, 14019|And the vassal host shall not fail. 14019|The Lord God hath his sword in readiness 14019|To strike and make the fight more hard, 14019|And I but wish us to behold 14019|How we may win the city now." 14019|The Saxons then made challenge good; 14019|The Franks replied, "Welcome here, 14019|And if we do not hold our ground in fear, 14019|Then our arms shall be in little space." 14019|In answer, Roland deemed that he 14019|Too much in rage was overcome; 14019|And thus unto his fellows, "Be well thanked, 14019|Ye have your swords ready to smite." 14019|He told them, and they gave him thanks. 14019|They had not seen more than a little part, 14019|Of the Franks' army in combat fired, 14019|And he deemed that his words were naught, 14019|And that he could not make his will, 14019|And his rage for the battle grown more keen. 14019|In the front of the battle he stood; 14019|And the Franks and the French at the wall 14019|With their chieftains and their liegemen bade their men 14019|To the rescue with their swords in hand. 14019|Gaul's King was in the field's exit, 14019|And the Saxons a mighty multitude, 14019|Their swords at his heels, for their King slain. 14019|To the gate they came; the barons, 14019|By whom the gates were open laid, 14019|And the Franks did as well; that right well sped 14019|Their swords as they bade their men. 14019|Through the fight and through the panic, 14019|But their swords were in sight for all, 14019|And they took and barred the door to the castle. 14019|The town was safe till then; then were they bold, 14019|For in the van of the fray 14019|Were they brave in heart and will, 14019|They looked toward the field of death. 14019|The gate is open, the city walls are low, 14019|And its people all alive or dead. 14019|The Franks have not seen a fight like this: 14019|For they heard the Saxons' shouts, and saw 14019|The Englishmen who rode at their back, 14019|With their steeds all white. 14019|They were the Saxons' foes, they are men: 14019|In the field they are ready to fight. 14019|"O God!" said a Duke, "to the death 14019|With us must we fight. I must go 14019|And see what might the Emperor dare. 14019|No man is there of equal might: 14019|He will show us a dreadful show." 14019|He said, "Go and lay an ambush, 14019|And wait on Roland, the earl." 14019|On the other side, the Duke of Rome, 14019|With his lords and his squires so grey, 14019|He sent them out to the ambush. 14019|And he called on God the Almighty, 14019|To defend the Franks from the Saxons' hate; 14019|And the Saxons, when they saw them, quailed, 14019| ======================================== SAMPLE 43450 ======================================== 12286|All the world was he, 12286|The world must now his slave, 12286|And none shall stand in his way 12286|But God alone. 12286|"The little bird is the most divine, 12286|The smallest creature to me worth my star!" 12286|A star, a bird, a tree, 12286|No love-deeap and delight, 12286|But that is the glory of this earth, 12286|The world, and every man that's born. 12286|I have my heaven there, 12286|I had rather have my heaven 12286|Within the world! 12286|A stone, a bird, a tree, 12286|No love-deeap and delight, 12286|But that is the glory of this earth, 12286|The world, and every man that's born. 12286|There is a place, a fair place, 12286|Far in the west, where I will go, 12286|There is a little isle, 12286|With a golden river and fair skies, 12286|And my love lies in it. 12286|Shepherds in a shepherd's song 12286|Their flocks with gladness greet, 12286|And the land grows rich for them 12286|While winter's winter is; 12286|The flower of the year then springs 12286|With the blushing spring, and they 12286|Who by their pleasure lie 12286|May live through many a winter, 12286|And have the summer all. 12286|There in the pleasant valley 12286|To live the blissful sleep, 12286|Where in summer they may dance 12286|And have the summer all. 12286|There, while the snow is lying 12286|O'er the garden-beds at noon, 12286|To sit to wine and tea 12286|And the merry youth be merry, 12286|'Mid kisses and embraces, 12286|As the day draws nigh; 12286|Then come their friends at Christmas 12286|With merry presents, 12286|Singing the old songs 12286|Of the past Christmas-time 12286|As their friends all come, 12286|And in singing the old songs 12286|Their faces bluer 12286|And their houses bluer, 12286|And they kiss and put out light 12286|Of the old Christmas-barns; 12286|While every man for his bride 12286|Warms to the livelier flame, 12286|The world grows beautiful before me 12286|And my love grows dear. 12286|To the first Christmas-eave 12286|And to the last isle 12286|Of each friend or family 12286|That they have known in the olden time 12286|That I shall miss. 12286|To a lady of my uncle's house 12286|With the name of Kate: 12286|With the name of Kate. 12286|With the name of Kate. 12286|At a summer in the valley of Pains, 12286|At the time of the Christmas bonny dales, 12286|Two children were playing within the fields 12286|When a little Old Man came on, 12286|And took them out upon the green-bank'd marshes 12286|That fringed the bank of the river Tyne. 12286|He also brought a bowl 12286|With a little bread and cheese. 12286|And he tells them to eat, 12286|For it shows great goodness 12286|To the young and old. 12286|Old Sam Brown was a little boy, 12286|Tall and of a fineness gay; 12286|He was not large nor short, 12286|But as happy on his feet was he 12286|As a dog on his feet is. 12286|He would laugh a great deal, and he would weep, 12286|And he was rather sad of mood; 12286|He was weary and hungry too, 12286|And that made him sad of mood. 12286|Tommy, the Turtle, was a poet 12286|Inclined to sing and drolly tale; 12286|"Wad do, an' dreen do," he said, 12286|"An' do it wi' a pair o' tails;" 12286|But when he'd done, he'd smile and say, ======================================== SAMPLE 43460 ======================================== 3698|What do you say, 3698|If you and I 3698|May by the will, 3698|The one that's in the right 3698|Will say, "Let there be light:" 3698|But if by force 3698|(As men are wont) 3698|There is not left to us 3698|The secret of the star; 3698|Then see by what contrivance 3698|We have become 3698|Into a night of death 3698|Our life's delights, we see. 3698|But let me beg 3698|You let me keep 3698|As I shall wish, till then, 3698|This little hour I have. 3698|And when again 3698|I look and see, 3698|To all your beauty fair, 3698|That has for me 3698|Such a stain as you can spare. 3698|Behold on either side 3698|Two faces of a man. 3698|Whose mouth, 3698|So long to my sight 3698|Kept shut, lies open to the sun; 3698|And in the midst, 3698|So like a brow 3698|That with its weight 3698|Is set in its lowest place. 3698|There's something so like 3698|An angel's face I'd fain believe 3698|(Such close resemblance is not heaven) 3698|I scarce can deem 3698|Some likeness of that face may lie. 3698|And as I look, 3698|And see and hear 3698|The gentle, gentle grace 3698|Of him that smiles 3698|So sweetly on me as a queen, 3698|While from his eyes 3698|Unseen, a thousand tender lids unfold 3698|A form so bright 3698|I almost fear that in those orbs divine 3698|I had a real God. 3698|Why do we so expect 3698|That he whose form is seen 3698|So near upon that surface as to be, 3698|To which that poet holds his deign 3698|To make his heavenly own? 3698|It is a vain assumption; for the wise 3698|And good all beauty despises; and all 3698|That nature allows a prize to get, 3698|Hath often made a saint. 3698|Beauty is nature's truest ally, 3698|And loves, with all her various gifts, 3698|To teach her darling things. 3698|Nature's sweetest minstrel, in her praise, 3698|Her darling, is in her song: 3698|But love, wherewith life's flowery cups are filled, 3698|And beauty's cup, like God's own work, is filled 3698|With the sweet thought of love. 3698|Now, if love were not so rare a soul, 3698|That he, who walks abroad so fair, 3698|Can to the bosom of the lass belong, 3698|That would be lassified there; 3698|But Love is too divine a name to fit 3698|In this narrow lot, with meaner things. 3698|The stars had dimmed the horizon, 3698|The sun was low; 3698|The air was cool within. 3698|O'er hill and dale 3698|A gale blew keen and balmy, 3698|While all was still. 3698|But calm and glad, 3698|For there was not a thing to kill, 3698|Save only she. 3698|The moon was low and high, 3698|The moon was passing overhead, 3698|And never I knew. 3698|But still I held my hands to my face, 3698|And kept my eyes and soul ajar, 3698|And ever I heard in the air its sound, 3698|And still I heard it call. 3698|And though 'tis not a trifling 3698|Disturbing, 3698|What was it but a tender, 3698|Sweet, tranced, dream-like sound? 3698|That lulls the ear asleep, 3698|Or rouses the brain awake, 3698|And makes them, each with a different change 3698|Of feeling, awake again. 3698|It is as well to love, and lo! ======================================== SAMPLE 43470 ======================================== 1006|To the right hand, where the Angel of God 1006|Sits. But to the left hand, of a sweeter flow 1006|Than ever frothed Boana, to the shade 1006|Whereof South-Easter never had her birth, 1006|The spirit turn'd. My perplexity I overcome, 1006|And call unto mind no greater of these 1006|Within the heaven, nor its enviers farther off. 1006|I have no further need, since upon my view 1006|Thou fixest Thine eyes. Ere a short while, 1006|As ivvery speck encreants on the day, they move 1006|Those circles, which th' horizon marks, to retrace 1006|Their ways, and win to th' other pole from thence 1006|Certain knowledge. Thine eyes, directing now 1006|Their sight aloft, I say, Ethereals! cast 1006|Full on Beatrice's beauteous face, that shone 1006|So brilliant in those rays, that her fragrance breath'd 1006|Soul of divinest sweetness. On the ground, 1006|Betwixt her and me, sat that ill husbandman; 1006|Whom she occasion'd fear'd, by seeming to slight 1006|Things he dearly prized. Caressing had he taken 1006|The flowers, that opposite grew to him, or else 1006|Had thither come to press them. Smitten by him 1006|The tender grass, that nearest to his fold 1006|His stand, had made the wat'ry way seem long, 1006|And made the pathway rough. Peeping now a little 1006|Saw me, whence I again my steps retrac'd. 1006|As from the forest, or by ring or creek 1006|On mountain came the shepherdess, learne of fear, 1006|When, by a whirlwind rushed, or torrent flood, 1006|Down from the bank he fell, or from ken of ken 1006|The grounds beneath; that he in monster shapes 1006|Might shelter, though on dry ground; such aid I gave. 1006|When I had pack'd my body on, and cover'd me 1006|With double tatters, and my heart on earth, 1006|Then of our course what further could we take, 1006|I to the mastery of my thoughts bequeath'd 1006|The mastery thereof, ineffable! These 1006|Some here, some there with delight behold rejoice. 1006|What need of aid the present court had voutsaf't? 1006|Myself I count as fullest knowledge of all, 1006|And feel enamour'd more with every pass 1006|I make of it, than with all that I in truth 1006|Acquaint with thee or any one else. 1006|Thou would'st not have discoursing reached such length 1006|Of lov'd Lection, had I not extoll'd 1006|The thrush, that triumphs in the sylvan reign, 1006|As having no equal in the world of light. 1006|But knowledge is perplext with desire 1006|Of thee, O virgin mother! to discourse 1006|More fully of thy praises; since the foiner 1006|Always winds up the story; and, as draws in 1006|Fresh breath, the print track'd in his motion grows 1006|More faint the more it grows. Of thee, I frame 1006|My narrative, not for thy own credence only, 1006|But that alone which is to others given. 1006|Not to please the eyes, that do not bend before 1006|Delighted, and to please the ears that are deaf, 1006|Did Crassus bring thee in his fleetest boat 1006|To heave thee, but for poesie's sake and praise. 1006|Not to please the eyes that feel not (sad elf! 1006|To guide thy baits with their intuitive trust 1006|From out their native channel, but for fear 1006|Of frozen blood, thou ran'st into such wise 1006|Thy course contrary to the sun's course, that noon 1006|Was almost over. Nor with thy fin 1006|Didst thou defer thy going forth to mark 1006|The time of prim ======================================== SAMPLE 43480 ======================================== 4272|That he is there: and when his name is told, 4272|The darkness hides him from his sons and his reign! 4272|But the long-eyed mother, as she hears the voice, 4272|In tears, and all her son, at that dear name cries: 4272|"'Oh that my sons, dear son, were living yet, 4272|My son,--my one, my only 'neath the green!' 4272|How should I sorrow, my only dear, 4272|If he left me to watch forlorn and lone, 4272|When the light was burning in mine eyes 4272|That his dear soul was with me in the sky? 4272|'How should I weep, my child, when thou hadst sworn 4272|Not for a bride again, that thou wouldst wed me. 4272|I ne'er was seen but in the deep green glade, 4272|Nor breathed a bird but it loved to dwell 4272|Where now, my love, thou art with me alone. 4272|'And there is peace in that dark land alone, 4272|Where nothing but the sound of summer wind 4272|Can be heard, nor is there sound of man's speech 4272|But for the love of beauty: thou and I 4272|Are blest that we have love, and love alone. 4272|'For where thou'lt not have it, surely thou wilt have 4272|No grief like this, and if thou wilt have a wound 4272|Then, with a sword, thou shalt make thy sword of me; 4272|And when thy grief is like the world's, it is done. 4272|'The love that moves thee then, is none other than-- 4272|A wound by nature given, and 'twill heal: 4272|Then heal thee with thy boy, my love, my own. 4272|'But lo! thou gazest not round about thine eyes, 4272|To whom and to thy friends so dear a care? 4272|For he has gone: thy weeping, sweet, must be: 4272|God sends thy grief on thee and thy son,-- 4272|'Tis done: but, look how dear 'twill be to-night 4272|When I, with joy, shall see thee as again, 4272|And as the one that, in that far land, I knew. 4272|'No more thou gazest then: farewell! so let it be.' 4272|Then vanished from her eye the tears on her cheek, 4272|And turned with slow, lingering pace--she could not feel 4272|How slow she went, how fast her step was set,- 4272|Till, at the threshold of her cottage-home, 4272|Walking alone, she heard the soft-sliding feet. 4272|So stood she gazing, as that soft-rushing feet 4272|Gave not a sound, but passed her silent by; 4272|Then suddenly, with many tears, her name 'gan say, - 4272|'I loved thee; but I loved, before I died, 4272|To love thee never another hour, more.' 4272|Then up the river came the mournful maid, 4272|And stooping, bowed her head; and all the flood, 4272|As oft forester-maids shall do at night, 4272|Gave down to her sweet face an ebon grace, 4272|Wherein so tenderly the passion she had kept 4272|Lay broken, and hid a love so deep and keen, 4272|That all their wild-windowed sorrows seemed but sighs, 4272|For Love, that is the life of every day. 4272|It chanced that on that day, when by the river bank 4272|She stood to speak with some one 'mong the leaves, 4272|And, on her trembling arm, a bit of gold, 4272|That, with a silent tear, the maid had won, 4272|Stuck fast to a bush that blossom white: 4272|She could not tear it from the tender face, 4272|And turn it from her arms, in pity,--so, 4272|Folding her arms about the child that lay, 4272|She said,--'Ah, Love, wilt thou go with me away?' 4272|'Ah, no! no! that golden ======================================== SAMPLE 43490 ======================================== 27129|We'll go to the mill as fast as we can, 27129|And sing, O! sing, by the merry Thames! 27129|And all for a penny, 27129|If thou wilt! 27129|And all for a song, 27129|If thou wilt! 27129|And all for a song, 27129|If thou wilt! 27129|Farewell, then farewell 27129|To thy sweet song, 27129|Her laugh is sure a true penny's cheer. 27129|O what a wondrous change has happened since thou hast been young! 27129|Thou hast been very ill, and now thou art well. 27129|When thou wert but ill how didst thou so much virtue find? 27129|Well being hath made thee a saint. 27129|O, have a care, good friends, how thou liv'st, and what he rues, 27129|And mourn'st for what thou must have mourn'st for long ago. 27129|Farewell, well being, fare thee well! what will the future wear? 27129|It were pity to detain thee through no future day: 27129|But mourn'st thou for what thou must have mourn'st for long ago. 27129|I'm old, and sorrow makes me sad, 27129|I cannot weep, for I'm so full of care; 27129|I would have a thousand guineas, 27129|It must be so, in Rome; 27129|I'll try to change the town for Rome. 27129|But I must not. The best of Rome 27129|Is nothing but the old white town, 27129|'Tis called without my consent, 27129|And I will tear it in pieces. 27129|But what will the old white town do? 27129|It must turn again into old Rome, 27129|It must be very neat and courtly, 27129|But what will it do with the rain? 27129|But what will the rain do in a day? 27129|I cannot tell. I'll go and tell. 27129|But what will the rain do, when the rain has laid its hand 27129|On the flowers, and upon the grass, upon the vine, upon 27129|the olive, upon the fir tree, the cypress, and the bay, 27129|upon the beech, of all things, that there are born? 27129|Farewell, good friends, the house of Rome, 27129|That standeth so high and so straight! 27129|The world shall change for us, forsooth-- 27129|The rain for flowers, and grass, and trees, and vines, 27129|And every little thing that is born. 27129|What then will be the end of all this? 27129|The old white town will change, and grow old, 27129|And turn into a new gold town, 27129|'Twill be all new again: so, farewell, 27129|Good friends, I will go and tell. 27129|The world is not a stage, but the actors, 27129|As they move, sing, and move their instruments. 27129|The world is not a stage, but the actors, 27129|As they move, sing, and sing their instruments. 27129|And in this change of seasons the actors, 27129|In their changes, too, are as good as the actors, 27129|They sing and they play their parts, till we are 27129|Asleep, or we wake, and the world is over. 27129|Here in this house of many things assembled, 27129|Which was once of ONE and ALL the world! 27129|Here we in company do meet, 27129|And the singing and the dancing cease; 27129|But the world is grown old, and grown wise, 27129|And the world grows wiser, as we meet, 27129|And wiser as we speak, or as we hear. 27129|I am the man that makes things grow wise, 27129|But we grow older in our meeting. 27129|If any chance to read this Book, 27129|Or to see these pictures drawn, 27129|O why should I wish to stay 27129|All day in window-store, 27129|Wishing to sit in wood? 27129|If I could get my way through all, 27129|And go from room to ======================================== SAMPLE 43500 ======================================== 3628|There the bright blue tide of my heart is as it were a flower, 3628|And every wave brings me one glad, happy moment alone 3628|With the dim moon's glassed ceiling to view them as they glide; 3628|And I go out over the silent, blue-tiled waters, alone. 3628|And my heart is as small as a flower, and a lovely flame, 3628|And I go out over the lonely, blue-lit waters alone. 3628|And with the breeze of the morning the stars come dancing by 3628|As I walk the waters, 3628|And I know that their brightness will bless me through the night, 3628|And all night long my bosom will sigh for a sweet kiss. 3628|And the stars will glance down at me from the dim and blue 3628|And wonder what makes me so glad to return alone. 3628|But as I walk and sing and run along the tide 3628|I hear a sound of voices and tears; 3628|For I have loved and lost like the waves that splash and fall 3628|Of a sea-swept island. 3628|And in that silent tide of tears, I hear old wistful pleasance, 3628|The voices of the women; 3628|And I go out in the silence to dream of long-gone loves 3628|And the dreams that used to be. 3628|Then in each voice there is a voice of sorrow, pain, and woe, 3628|And the wordy voice of longing, 3628|And a sorrowful sigh, and a voice as mournful as the tide, 3628|Of a lost sea-swept island. 3628|It is a strange, strange dream, and the waves have filled my head 3628|And drowned all words in their surf, 3628|But the vision of a lonely, blue-lit ocean remains 3628|A part of my life, is a part of my heart, till the day 3628|When I stand alone in the morning, with my young and fair 3628|feet in the sea's face, with arms far away, in the sea-break, 3628|And hear the waves wash them away. 3628|In the world's cold light 3628|I have lived a young and fair life. 3628|No mortal life, 3628|But my life hath been a life of love, 3628|And joy, 3628|And peace, 3628|And hope. 3628|Like the flower, 3628|The sun, 3628|I lie 3628|In the sea. 3628|On the sea 3628|I stand 3628|At peace. 3628|No wind 3628|Has smote my face; 3628|I am free 3628|To do as I please, 3628|Save what God sets 3628|Upon my path, 3628|Save that I know 3628|There's no law 3628|In the sea, 3628|But my love, 3628|And my faith, 3628|There's no law 3628|In the sea. 3628|But now I know 3628|That there is not 3628|A hope 3628|In the sea, 3628|But my soul, 3628|And my hope, 3628|It is not death 3628|But my soul 3628|To suffer with 3628|The pain, 3628|To endure with 3628|The patience, 3628|In the sea, 3628|But no hope 3628|In the sea. 3628|My love, it is true, 3628|That there is 3628|No strength 3628|In the sea, 3628|But the faith 3628|Of my soul. 3628|And a little while 3628|I shall abide 3628|Free of the flood, 3628|And the sea 3628|Shall laugh, 3628|And shall call 3628|To the wave-- 3628|And I shall go 3628|Free from pain, 3628|Free of the will, 3628|Free from fear, 3628|Free to endure 3628|This little while in the sea. 3628|The sea sings sweet and low, 3628|And his songs are filled with dew.... 3628|They echo well his words a tune ======================================== SAMPLE 43510 ======================================== 1229|That a man could do so bad a thing. He didn't do it. 1229|I heard him laugh as the ship went down. I'm quite sure 1229|He didn't try to save her, for he had never done that before. 1229|When I met him after the ship fell down -- 1229|He was sitting on the deck, watching the water blue 1229|And the hills of the Pampas blue, 1229|As if he were waiting for some great event, 1229|Some great chance occurrence, to come; 1229|Some great plunge, some great turn of the tide, 1229|To end his suffering and save his life. 1229|But when I asked him if he could talk, 1229|He said he could scarcely walk, 1229|And something -- something -- moved him still. 1229|"I want to help you," he said. "You know I cannot." 1229|His voice seemed to tremble and swell -- 1229|It wasn't a whisper he was saying, 1229|But something. "What is wrong?" I asked. 1229|He said: "I can't walk, for a long time." 1229|I leaned below the deck and caught his hand, 1229|He said: 1229|When you will be done with the city of sin. 1229|When you will draw nigh to the city of sleep, 1229|That the city-garths of the dead shall awake, 1229|And the dead shall give you peace, and give you rest -- 1229|Of all their dead are the honest and the just. 1229|O you who have loved as you should love, 1229|The long, long battle, and lost on the way, 1229|When you will be done with the city of sin. 1229|When you will draw nigh to the city of sleep. 1229|When you will have fought all the harder for Truth, 1229|And found the people were juster than you, 1229|Then you will look from the city of sin. 1229|O you who have lived in the truth for so long, 1229|You who have fought as you fought, and won every fight, 1229|When you will be done with the city of sin. 1229|When you have fought all the harder for Love, 1229|And found that the people were juster than you, 1229|Then you will breathe easy at last, 1229|For Peace is not in the city of sin. 1229|Of all the cities that I have known -- 1229|The bustling, bustling cities of men -- 1229|(How could they be just as they are? 1229|I could not look through them, no more) 1229|What sweetest of memories did I ever find? 1229|I found in the bustling, bustling city of men 1229|The best of the best of all I ever knew. 1229|(For there is no city can compete 1229|With the bustling, bustling city of men) 1229|The river of space that flows all day, 1229|And winds beneath the bustling, bustling cities of men, 1229|Never reaches the heights of their grandeur, 1229|Never reaches the skies of their daring -- 1229|Ever reaches its far, far home 1229|Far in the belly of the moon, 1229|Far in the heart of the earth. 1229|(For there is no river can compete 1229|With the roaring, roaring city of men) 1229|Only in dreams of the dreams of the dreams in the dreams of the dreams 1229|Of the river of space, I ever found 1229|The sweetest of all delights, 1229|As the visions and the visions of dreamland ever lured me 1229|And led me on to the river of space. 1229|And a vision I ever saw 1229|Will ever be with me always, 1229|The vision of river of space; 1229|Of a world of wonder at heart, 1229|Far in the heart of the ocean. 1229|(For there is nothing on earth can compete 1229|With that river of wonder at heart) 1229|And I will ever see, ever and anon, 1229|As the visions and the visions of dreamland ever lured me, 1229|Never in the slumbers of sleep 1229|From that river of ======================================== SAMPLE 43520 ======================================== 12286|Now to thy soul I give 12286|A gift,--but, dearest, know 12286|'Twas all in vain to fret 12286|With fearful fears, which bred 12286|So deep a pang, that power 12286|Of comfort did not fail 12286|On whom I pray'd; and, dearest, know 12286|I do it because of thee. 12286|O ye! who dwell in Arden's shade, 12286|And on the mountain's western side, 12286|When the day's lustre glows below, 12286|O! who would dwell, beneath this bower, 12286|In peace, and rapture, and amaze! 12286|A scene, an image, fair to view! 12286|'Twill last till time shall wane away. 12286|That image, who can speak true? 12286|Whose form can speak true?--The Lady Fair, 12286|She doth adorn my mind with beauty, 12286|And to my heart a feeling brings 12286|Of many a sweet, sublime delight. 12286|The lady fair whom I behold 12286|In her bower there standing at noon, 12286|And when the sun goes down, the gloom, 12286|Of this pale twilight is her portion, 12286|The landscape then, the scene of nature, 12286|Is her sweet smile, and her sweet heart. 12286|Her brow to mine in noblest style, 12286|And all her beauteous features show 12286|How happy, how how enchanted 12286|By love's delight this dower of time. 12286|But, O my heart! the lady fair, 12286|Is all in bloom, and now her eye 12286|Is dimm'd, her smile all is resigned-- 12286|And I forget the rest of day. 12286|Hear the jovial song, the song of the lark, 12286|When, the morn's bright smile and the morn's white star, 12286|He wanders the earth with life's gaudy spring, 12286|Till the ground, from its velvet bed at last, 12286|Shines with the first rosy-quilted corn. 12286|The mirth, the mirth of the jocund day 12286|Is life's music; and all mirth, a part. 12286|Thou laddie on the banks of the burn, 12286|When March's sweet showers are on the burn, 12286|When the first hawks have hopped on the snow, 12286|And the first cranes have been on the snow, 12286|The blithe, the merry spring is come, 12286|In all the ways of the flowery spring 12286|To blithe and cheerily dance the livelong day. 12286|O! mirth, mirth, of the blithest heart, 12286|The bonie lass o' Naebodyby! 12286|When the hawks have perched on the hill an' hown 12286|Laid an' danced the kye frae morn till kye were gray; 12286|And the saft Southron frae hill to hill 12286|Haith in the blue Loch to whang the gude rod,-- 12286|O! aye an' gude or foul, it's the laddie on the burn 12286|That maun a' the drap a' mair in the bonie lily. 12286|When the deil a hauf don't do it, the deil aboon 12286|For auld and young and the young it's a turn o' toil; 12286|But the bonie lass o' Naebodyby, 12286|It's the blae Dee he cherries serta for, 12286|The bonie lass o' Naebodyby, 12286|My bonie lass will bake for me, 12286|That's aye the blae Dee he cherries serta for. 12286|When the deil a hauf don't do it, the deil aboon 12286|For auld an' young and the young it's a turn o' toil; 12286|But the bonie lass o' Naebodyby 12286|It's the blae Dee he cherries serta for, ======================================== SAMPLE 43530 ======================================== 16265|But then he smiled. 16265|"Why, here she is!" he said. "Where's the big gun? 16265|Come on, I'll carry it." We trotted down 16265|The walk, like hobnails dragging the cold dust. 16265|His coat hung slouched in a shabby coat-pocket 16265|Gaped for us, the old brown one. His great, stout arms 16265|Showed his large, hard hands, and his mouth to the ground 16265|Was a hard-fought fight. The air was full of blow 16265|And clatter, and he was sore stiff, sore stiff, 16265|He was too tired and sick to fight. 16265|"Well, here am I," he said, 16265|"But I'm better now. Don't you see 16265|I'd fainted--and here I is-- 16265|I'm better now. Here, hold! I will stay. 16265|I'll bring the gun." His face was all a-fight 16265|Like some old man's with a hard beating heart. 16265|We limped on. But his words made us glad 16265|That we could be so good. Come out here-- 16265|Here sit. 16265|I made him one of my last presents. Why, 16265|His nose was so full! 16265|That is just one of the things she said. 16265|Her fingers caressed him and his face 16265|Was like the face of a doll. Ah, there are men 16265|Who love such tender, living things. There are 16265|Men like that man. He was a man. 16265|"Who is this fellow you say is there 16265|With his big, red gun? Well--oh there are two 16265|Better men than you and me. Let us try, 16265|My husband! I'll do it--I'll go; and then 16265|I'll--take the pistol." 16265|"Oh, you will not 16265|Do it, then--truant!" 16265|He laughed and strode off with a huff. 16265|When we heard the sound of the nails on the floor, 16265|The long, hard grind of the nails, 16265|The thud of his feet on the boards, 16265|We stood at the door and the window-bars 16265|Where they seemed to drop down. 16265|He came from the house all hot and drunk 16265|And drunk with our sorrows. He was like the wine 16265|Out of the bottle at the bar. His eyes 16265|Were blue like the dawn and heavy with tears. 16265|Then a word we heard him say: 16265|"Let's go to the hall and give them a run; 16265|I was there that my wife was married to 16265|That my wife could have me here. 16265|"But, sir, the old-maid loves 'em, and it's his way; 16265|And he's a medd'lar--sir--with the ladies. 16265|But I don't like the place--it's too lonely. 16265|There's not a girl about but must be alone, 16265|So he knows where she is at the last. 16265|"I never saw a place that looked so-- 16265|And she's here with me, sir. Why, sir, I wonder 16265|When she goes out to go to her lab'ring work 16265|Some day, in the hot, wet weather. 16265|"But I didn't know till yesterday, I fear, 16265|That he'd never bring her home. 16265|I've told him that right here in my heart, sir, 16265|And yet, it seems so strange, when he comes home, 16265|He comes home and wants to say good-bye-- 16265|He wants to say good-bye to her." 16265|We turned and began to go outside, 16265|But he went down the other side and out, 16265|Then came to the corner, and stood there still, 16265|Till we came back. He went off in his tracks 16265|And disappeared like a fangy ghost. 16265|His wife came home that afternoon 16265| ======================================== SAMPLE 43540 ======================================== 1004|And had not thus my Master shown thee. 1004|O happy soul, in whom is felt the love 1004|Which drew him to create for thee the world 1004|So goodly and so perfect in itself, 1004|Without all intervening wonder, 1004|As one delights in knowing his delight! 1004|I have cognizance high of that blind gnat 1004|Which killed the couplet of the poet Hesiod, 1004|So that he should not die without his word; 1004|O human being! for what cares he? 1004|He that from this passage takes his rise 1004|Somewhat astray, and walks as if his feet 1004|He shared with Proteus only in his name. 1004|The eternal Fates are silent, neither have they 1004|For you nor for me the promised bliss, 1004|If we shall sing your praise; for we are children 1004|And have no joy of our own. 1004|Hear now and understand 1004|What later history thou knowest not. 1004|In the first city, that is called Tyre, 1004|Slew seven daughters of a father named Hast 1004|For seven nights hence hither." 1004|In the third circle of the grave, where 1004|Is made the portal of the fourth angel, 1004|What time the infant Eve in secret walked, 1004|I beheld a horrible and a marvelous 1004|Mightiness of him, so far as to look on him, 1004|And backward seven times to backward take my stand. 1004|And I beheld even such as may be imagined 1004|In heaven, if all the stars stand luminous 1004|At the same time. Thus the first circle girt me, 1004|And of a mightier no, when it is said that he 1004|Who sits thereomer in heaven, hath made the rainbow 1004|Fade and depart, and down fallen from the lip 1004|Of a pale countenance, it is said that he 1004|Whom in the twilight thou hast seen sitting 1004|Now is not there; and he who from his seat 1004|Perceiving, now sitting stayest, hath his 1004|Vision lost, and therefore is not what he seemeth. 1004|Now we were turning our steps away, 1004|Although already full-way unto the middle, 1004|Because much people it entailed to stand 1004|Upon the point nearest us; but so will not 1004|The people be that remain within it, 1004|So heavy weighed are they with exceeding dread. 1004|We, therefore, as it seemed to me best, 1004|Should to the side towards the summit turn, 1004|Lest the dismounted flock bewilder us. 1004|Well doth it seem that in that region 1004|The feet should ever be irresistibly drawn. 1004|Capaneus is foremost of the fowls, 1004|That hovers there so near at hand, and appears 1004|Entered, it were too trivial a thing 1004|To be of weight to drag o'ermounts the mount, 1004|Where was the very ascent of mine own steps. 1004|The high Fairy, that with brow severe 1004|Impudent forbids the telling to her songs 1004|The obscure circumstance that I sing not, 1004|Gaze not at me from her upper world, 1004|But, hearing that two like feet are ours, 1004|Suspends her song upon her analyst. 1004|Behold thy master! He must needs be lame; 1004|But, so thy having heard, suspect not me; 1004|For I will tell him on his coming, not 1004|Because he comes more near to grace him with his sword, 1004|But that his shoulders, which have suffered so, 1004|Like two stones, that have been e'er soiled or soiled, 1004|Are shaken by the limping cavalier. 1004|Ah, Capaneus! thy woe is grievous and complete. 1004|If in the field of earthly battles thou 1004|Werwart, perchance, the foe defended by few, 1004|And pausing, when thy foe was fought and died, 1004|Thou paused not, but with yet more lamentable 100 ======================================== SAMPLE 43550 ======================================== 2732|A' roun' a cot in yon hoary bield, 2732|When all the de'il had run awa, 2732|They heard the sark it did aroond the heather bells. 2732|"Aroond the hoary heather bells!" 2732|(I hear ye, Jenny, as I look upon this picture, 2732|Whar eyes so bonnie glancin' in the sunshine-- 2732|When the deil aint near enough to dee, 2732|I'd think ye was a hindi dearie; 2732|I think the deil was a saumiere, 2732|Wha, when the sark's a-twinklein', is deean 2732|In a manner that 's aye as bright as a star, 2732|When the deil was a saumiere, 2732|Are a-furnishin' the homely best o' barges; 2732|I would a-know a saumiere, 2732|Wha 's bout a cauth'rin' on the narrow bar-- 2732|That a cauth'rin' thoo'r whahl baith braw and brown 2732|Wadna dimmed the licht o' the bargessie, 2732|Wha sings in her cheepin' tune, whahl at noon, 2732|Wi' the sweetest throat i' the busking o't, 2732|Whahl, whahl at morn, whahl, whahl at evening. 2732|"A cauth'rin' on the narrow bar! 2732|A cauth'rin' on the narrow bar!" 2732|"O, whahl, whahl!--the cauth'rin' on the narrow bar!" 2732|Now for a winden' and a whistlin', sir, 2732|And the pippin' and the dapple an' the brattle; 2732|The auldliest o' the best of the bumble-bee, 2732|That 's britherin' in the auld linty-borde; 2732|And whahl the clinkum-clank o' the kettle sings, 2732|When the cauth'rin' is a cauth'rin' on the narrow bar. 2732|"A cauth'rin' on the narrow bar!" 2732|And wull 't be sicht o' him wi' the cauth'rin' on the narrow bar. 2732|"I wish I were into the lane, 2732|And out thro' the yowes and the weynes; 2732|Or out thro' the aulks and the aukens, 2732|And back again to the breezeless Ith; 2732|Or where the daisies grow on the dale, 2732|And where the lammies grow in the thorn. 2732|I wish I were into the lane, 2732|And out thro' the yowes and the weynes. 2732|There 's mony a joy in the cockle-shell, 2732|And other a hell in the heug't; 2732|There 's mony a joy in the cockle-shell, 2732|And other a hell in the heug't. 2732|"But the best o' the best o' the lammies," etc. 2732|And he 's a lammie, sir; and that 's true; 2732|There 's a hell o' the cockle-shells for him; 2732|And the best o' the lammies, sir, 2732|For him are the yowes, and the weynes, 2732|And the muckle moorland o' the lea, 2732|And the dark-blue yawns and the yawns o' daisies, 2732|And the muckle moorland o' the lea. 2732|"The deil din' think o' the lammies yet, sir, 2732|Wi' a hauf got ower either o' them auld cockle-shells!" 2732|And a fool warrants his day as lang as he can, 2732|And yet he fancies his auld self far too wise; 2732|For the deil din' think o' the lammies yet, etc. 2732|In the green-wood ======================================== SAMPLE 43560 ======================================== 18396|A' day it is efter ten. 18396|And yet I canna tell ye why, 18396|Though I dien to see ye cry; 18396|For oft wi' you I has mit wi' me, 18396|And oft wi' you mit ye mo.' 18396|'I 'll tell yon bonniest thing,' quo' she, 18396|'That ever loveth a lammie; 18396|Thy bonny face is blue amang, 18396|And the lammie is my ain.' 18396|He heap'd a bonnet on thy head, 18396|And gae her a word wi' it, 18396|And sair she did deevil it, 18396|That made him love and loe the lammie. 18396|'Twas ay at night, a bonnie lammie, 18396|When wi' her thou might'st say naw, 18396|And love her for to tell yon bairnies 18396|Yon bonniest thing the gowans can. 18396|She bade him come to her, and kiss, 18396|And lammies and bairns to do the deed; 18396|And bide, till the morrow was gane 18396|He could her bairns a' in love doon. 18396|But oh! how she was blithsome to see, 18396|That couldna be told wi' thee; 18396|And how she was fain to see nae mair, 18396|Than speak a word to please thy Jean. 18396|She bide till the morrow cam 18396|And he came out to thee; 18396|And sair she couldna speak to him, 18396|But just to let him in her e'e. 18396|He stood by thy fire and bide long 18396|Till the fire should burn and grow white; 18396|She was the mair that couldna see, 18396|And made a sign to him by the fire. 18396|But his bonny face it grew sae red, 18396|As soon was seen the next day by me; 18396|But, gae the look that he gaed give, 18396|That, just the whisp o' his bonny e'e. 18396|And hark! that is the whistle that blows, 18396|A whistle, a whistle, and a whistle too. 18396|But weel I gie him her bonny breast, 18396|And braid on her ruddy, white, white breast. 18396|'Twas a bonny, wee lass o' mine, 18396|(Mony a hint o' the lassie's name!) 18396|But she wadna be thine, nor thowght be thine, 18396|For the heart that loves a lassie dear. 18396|O, had the sun on her bosom, 18396|Be grew the fairest flower i' the mead; 18396|And the dew on her hair, just a wee, wee rose, 18396|Sae rich and rarer to greet a King. 18396|O, had the Spring come on her bield, 18396|Wi' a kiss at nicht, and a wedding-cake; 18396|And the dew on her hair, just a wee, wee rose, 18396|O, sud a King ere I met wi' a lassie! 18396|But I hae a wife, a' auld and young, 18396|And ye needna gang by me and ye needna ken, 18396|A king 'mang them hath bought for nane could mar; 18396|My heart would 'v lost its just luve in a blink! 18396|O! were she a Queen o' gowd! 18396|Wi' a crown o' silver shoon, 18396|And a queenly crown o' pearl; 18396|With jewels of lustre bright, 18396|And diadems that could not fade; 18396|I know that the heart would gae 18396|Its tribute to Thee Mary Brown. 18396|O! were she a Queen o' gowd! 18396|Wi' a scepter o' gold, 18396|And a throne that was not crown ======================================== SAMPLE 43570 ======================================== 4331|The moon is pale: for me, 4331|The wind is chill. 4331|In the dusk as in the night, 4331|The clouds have crept 4331|Over the roofs of the city, 4331|Over the roofs of the village, 4331|Over it all. 4331|The moon is pale: for me, 4331|A strange voice whispers, saying, 4331|Go in peace, go in the night, 4331|Go in the silence 4331|With a sword at your side 4331|And the glow-worms on your hair; 4331|Or, if the wind should bide, 4331|Let the dead trees wave their hands 4331|As your footsteps pass: 4331|Pass on, go in peace, 4331|Pass on, go in the dark, 4331|On over the lightsome stones 4331|To the end of the world 4331|There's many a day that takes 4331|And none the least, 4331|There's many a night that lies 4331|As the sun goes down, 4331|And many a day that comes, 4331|As the moon goes up, 4331|I never care what luck may be 4331|By chance or skill 4331|That fate may bring 4331|Just the same, just the same. 4331|There was a halo let down 4331|About your head before me go, 4331|And your hair, so smooth and fair, 4331|And your cheeks--what have you to wear? 4331|And my own,--what have you to wear? 4331|As you pass on through the streets 4331|Your face casts shadows on the ground 4331|Your hands are things that pass, 4331|Your mouth that speaks,--and your hands, 4331|Are what they seem 4331|When I look up and I look down. 4331|In your eyes 4331|The sun and moon and stars and 4331|The sea and the sea-mist are, shining, 4331|And your heart is the wind that cries 4331|While cities sleep 4331|And men die and women weep. 4331|So, in the darkness, 4331|There is no place 4331|To hide or hide 4331|All your wounds and all your tears. 4331|In the darkness, 4331|There is no place to hide or hide 4331|A light 4331|Will only burn on 4331|When you pass by; 4331|And only you who are still. 4331|In the darkness 4331|I am only one 4331|In the darkness that sings forever: 4331|In the darkness, 4331|There is no place to hide or hide 4331|In the darkness, 4331|There is not even a light. 4331|She's gone to-day 4331|As if she had never been there, 4331|In the sunlight 4331|She must have been dreaming; 4331|But I seem to hear her voice 4331|Being praised for her being there 4331|In the sunlight 4331|And the sunlight of eyes. 4331|As one with no dream 4331|And listening and not there, 4331|I cannot turn my head 4331|To see the light 4331|Which only has the look of her, 4331|Yet is always by and bright 4331|With praise; 4331|As if the light 4331|Were a kind of song 4331|For giving the world so much light. 4331|She is gone to-day, 4331|I cannot look at her, 4331|She's gone away in the light 4331|And I have not seen her face. 4331|In the darkness, 4331|I seem to hear her voice 4331|Being praised for her being there: 4331|In the silence, 4331|I seem to hear her voice 4331|The whole day long, 4331|For it goes on and on 4331|And the voices praise 4331|Like to each other, 4331|But praise that is not praise 4331|As I said before. 4331|There goes a man 4331|As clear as stone 4331|With a pistol to his head: 4331|I wonder where 4331|He is going ======================================== SAMPLE 43580 ======================================== 1238|To love of love my friend is gone, 1238|And mine to love my friend is gone. 1238|His head, to him the thing of worth, 1238|His heart, love's goal, to love of love my friend is gone. 1238|His heart is mine, his body, too, 1238|Of what we are his things, his love of love my friend is gone." 1238|Thus said my mother, thus I said. 1238|Thus said my mother. To her answer 1238|My father I spoke: "O my darling, 1238|Of what have you the knowledge that your son was found 1238|Alive?" 1238|"I know what I have," quoth I; 1238|"And that's enough to satisfy a man. 1238|"For in this world no woman is to him 1238|So fair, so true, so full of love as you are, 1238|Though all the world may call him a fool, 1238|That's little worth, being made for him! 1238|"For you I've made my home, at any cost of stone, 1238|Where I receive him with joy every night, 1238|And honour him as you yourself may, 1238|If once as great a fool he make you!" 1238|My father smiled: "I tell you, I tell you true, 1238|If the fool comes home as you say he must, 1238|Why, the fool's like you! 1238|"And let the fool tell on!" 1238|And thus the fool was told. 1238|My mother answered: "Then the fool is blest 1238|To have known just how to love without fear: 1238|The fool my son, 1238|And let him speak of it!" 1238|My father smiled: "My darling, you are right; 1238|And then, who's a fool, the fool is wise: 1238|The fool my son, 1238|And let him speak of it!" 1238|Then with a cry that filled the air, 1238|Down, down they plunged the skiffs of foam, 1238|And lo! the fool was there, 1238|Just lying where I told him! 1238|The fool was like me, in his way; 1238|But he had no one to tell him why, 1238|Or answer his question, 1238|Or guard him from mischief. 1238|With a cry of joy and bliss, 1238|To the land of peace the fool went flying, 1238|And when the fool was found in flight, 1238|He was saved, at any cost, 1238|And loved with a happy love, 1238|And held in his hand, the fool was gone, 1238|And left the place of memory. 1238|My mother stood beside him there, 1238|And then and there did speak, 1238|And then she went away: 1238|(There came a while 1238|Anxiety in her mouth, 1238|When there was no voice to speak, 1238|And now there is no tongue, 1238|And now she lies down, 1238|And now she sits upright). 1238|The fool was gone and left nought to tell, 1238|The sorrow came to my mother's mouth. 1238|We all have griefs, some great and some small, 1238|And when they come in a lump they fall, 1238|But tears fall from the eyes that see not. 1238|When we must suffer we might well have rather 1238|We had not stood in the place of suffering. 1238|For the man of wisdom is a wise man. 1238|My mother had been gone a week, and I 1238|Was left in the house, with the little children. 1238|In all the garden, in the greenwood shade, 1238|There was no little sorrow, no little mirth, 1238|But joy lay everywhere: there was love, there pain; 1238|'Twas joy that found me when no little man, 1238|No little king, nor ruler, 1238|But only a poor fool fool, fool no more, 1238|Saw the last of the fool! Now, when the rain 1238|Lies on the window the blinds are drawn, 1238 ======================================== SAMPLE 43590 ======================================== 25340|The world that we love, to thee we'll make our own; 25340|This night with thee shall be the world of the moon: 25340|And all the next, the next, in happy concert ring, 25340|The world with thee, the world with thee, shall be sweet. 25340|I saw him last in the summer, in the race 25340|Of manhood's prime, when 'gainst his nature's will 25340|We bound the wreath and cast the wreath on his brow, 25340|And in the song and the dance we, gay and proud, 25340|Moved in his youth in our youthful bosoms fair; 25340|His face so pale, his eye, so hollow and slow, 25340|And lips half open beneath so fair a frown 25340|That I, like one who hears the song endearing 25340|And thinks not aught of the prize won, would stand, 25340|While all his fellow-passers, with a frown, 25340|Strove with the gauntlet of the question to gain 25340|And win our youth's affections, and his love,-- 25340|Then came the day when he, to whom all give ear, 25340|Says: "I stand a little. But, I say, listen!" 25340|I saw him last in the winter, 'mid the flowers 25340|And the leaves and the snow at a neighbouring head- 25340|And when I drew near, my heart at once was full 25340|Of forebodings that he might turn me back. 25340|I caught the hand that grasped the hand to lift, 25340|And knew that the hour was approaching close, 25340|When, like a ghost, he was to be the chosen lord 25340|Of our bright dreams. But no! a voice says "Hold!" 25340|I saw him last in the summer. Oh, when the moon 25340|Shines on the river, and the clouds with frost will pass, 25340|When the wind in the garden will whistle and blow, 25340|And the ivy, the bark, and the woodland shall be young, 25340|And the forest and valley shall all be young; 25340|Then let the earth rejoice that the year is fresh, 25340|And let the world be young, and let the sun be young! 25340|But last of all, the summer of happy dreams, 25340|And last of those who, 'mid their pleasures, may know 25340|A deeper, a denser, a deeper sorrow deep 25340|Thrown forth into life's deep tide from the grave! 25340|The summer of unhappy, passionate youth! 25340|Is it a summer? 'tis a memory wild 25340|Thrilling to life the spirit--a joy's sweet yearning, 25340|A grief that comes and goes with the joy of spring? 25340|O summer of unhappy, passionate youth! 25340|Is there a summer that has blossomed in tears, 25340|A summer that is born and dies with the tide? 25340|And shall not the winter bring thee a sweeter bloom? 25340|And is there no summer that is woven of dreams, 25340|No summer more that the soul of delight proves? 25340|For what is the summer of unhappy, passionate youth? 25340|A soul of hope, that is born and dies with the tides, 25340|A hope that comes and goes with the joy of spring? 25340|There is a summer of happy, hopeful youth,-- 25340|There is a summer that is woven of dreams, 25340|There is a nest where the robin flies, and the dove 25340|Woos with the wren,--a youth from his native skies, 25340|There is a nest where the robin folds his wings,-- 25340|A soul from beneath the greenwood tree, in the nest! 25340|Where the oak-tree bounds in wintry clime, 25340|Doth an orchard hide? 25340|With what fruit, I pray, 25340|Lady Grieveth 25340|The autumnal day, 25340|As white as the snow? 25340|I, who for an endless spring 25340|Have toiled beneath the apple-tree, 25340|On whose apples 25340|The grapes have rung 25340|The soft Marini's tune? 25340|The ======================================== SAMPLE 43600 ======================================== 19221|The sun is setting! the night is fled, 19221|And the last leaf, as it sinks to rest, 19221|Fades into the ocean of the West. 19221|But the spirit remains, though the form be dead; 19221|I have faith, that the loveliest shall arise, 19221|And the beauty it loved that is no more. 19221|"All right, old man; why don't you talk to me?" 19221|Is the short ungreeting, the hard taskmaker; 19221|"What, old man? what, who's asleep?"--I will tell 19221|The simple truth, and make the heart's reply; 19221|I will break the silence, and bid him speak-- 19221|"I have had a dream, and this it is that made 19221|My heart set free from the bonds of aching pain. 19221|'Twas a pretty lady, a-sitting by me, 19221|Whose beauty and grace all my thoughts beguiled: 19221|I was alone, and was very alone; 19221|Her hand on my darling boy I had; 19221|She said, 'My son, what a name's--my name's Cecily!' 19221|I said, 'My Cecily!' there, in my pain, 19221|All the world seemed wisest, and I was wrong; 19221|I felt the world went wrong--and I was right. 19221|And now O, with my heart and with Cecily, 19221|We will walk hand in hand through the world's dark lane,-- 19221|Through the sighing mazes of life's dark street, 19221|Through the mazes of sorrow's dismal square, 19221|To the calm, white lips, whose love's sweet promise lingers, 19221|And the eyes, whose tears are gladness and truth. 19221|Then, O then, by the hands of Love and of Beauty 19221|We will walk on, hand in hand, in the peace of heaven,-- 19221|On, hand and Love, as through the calm, white tears 19221|Of all your children's children, who mourn for you. 19221|In the quiet and sweet places where we dwell, 19221|We will talk of the dear days before we were married; 19221|Of the dreams, that came into our lives to charm, 19221|And of the feelings, that only a wife can know; 19221|Of the fond heart that beat, in our arms to greet it, 19221|And the soul that burst in our arms to depart. 19221|I'll tell of the friends we have found since we were married,-- 19221|All the friends I have known in the old, brown way. 19221|Old and kind, and kind and kinder yet every day,-- 19221|I knew them all, both in childhood and in youth, 19221|All the friends who smile on me, in a stranger's land, 19221|In the old, brown way. 19221|I loved them all, dear; but you loved me the most, 19221|For you know the old, brown way. 19221|Old and kind, and kind and kinder yet every day,-- 19221|I knew them all, both in childhood and in youth, 19221|All the friends who smile on me, in a stranger's land, 19221|In the old, brown way. 19221|With a kiss from you--and then it was your turn, 19221|Old and kind, and kind and kinder yet every day,-- 19221|I gave them all their kisses, but they were pale, 19221|All the friends who smile on me, in a stranger's land, 19221|In the old, brown way. 19221|I'll tell you a tale that's old and fair to see, 19221|How the King and his good Company did come 19221|Out of Ghent, to battle with the English; 19221|I will tell you a tale that's newer still, 19221|How the King and his good Company came 19221|Out of Saratoga, to fight the Moor; 19221|I'll tell you of the Mountain and the Pine 19221|That overlooked the city of Burgoyne, 19221|The City with many Pines; and how again-- 19221|How the King and his good Company came. 19221|Then the ======================================== SAMPLE 43610 ======================================== 13649|To give him a new nose and ears. 13649|"Go get it, then, before any one else," 13649|Replied his mother, as she went in to dinner. 13649|And he gave a lively laugh and answered, "'Tis past dispute-- 13649|"You'd make a fool of me, if you tried, my dear auntie." 13649|His aunt made a terrific gesture of fear, 13649|And threw herself from the window-pane. 13649|"O dear aunt! was this a joke of a joke!" 13649|Went the little boy, as mad with laughter. 13649|And there, on the floor, all alone, 13649|Sang the lovely, happy lark, 13649|Heigho! there the tale is told. 13649|Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower; 13649|By the dimpling blue horizon, 13649|How I long to pick thee up and hold thee close! 13649|Thine eyes are bright 13649|With a mysterious light; 13649|Thy hair, how soft and golden it comes! 13649|Thy cheek, how pure and golden it goes! 13649|I would give a world of gold 13649|To see the sun shine in thee, 13649|Or the blackbird twine thy yellow leaves 13649|'Mongst the gay flowers of the May. 13649|I would give a world of bronzes 13649|To hold thee close and make thee bronzed and curled; 13649|Thy voice, mine own, would be the sweetest 13649|That e'er came out of thine or e'en that's muffled. 13649|Oh, never fear--I would be frolicsome 13649|In thy beauty and thy lightsome dyes; 13649|And, though I were a violet 13649|That fade in the sun, 13649|My thoughts would always be calling 13649|"Come away, come away, come away!" 13649|The flowers are in the field, and the wildflowers gone; 13649|They are out in the meadow, and the yellow and the red; 13649|And the rose-leaf winds are at rest, in the hills above, 13649|And the birds are still making music in the rain; 13649|But I cannot leave thee, for I love thee so well. 13649|And the sun shines over the green earth, so hot and red, 13649|And the flowers all go back where they were born, in the dawn; 13649|And over the green hill-side, as I go by the gate, 13649|The winds are a-calling in the sunset by the fire; 13649|And I think it is Love alone can make it go 13649|Back to thee, oh, never to return! 13649|O bright, I know thee, dear and beloved boy, 13649|The sun was shining on thy happy, little breast; 13649|And the world and all it holds thee for were nothing worth, 13649|The earth from thee would fade, and the sky from thee, and mine; 13649|And I never shall know another like thee, my own; 13649|And no art can make thee happy, oh, never while I live. 13649|All day high in the air I have striven, 13649|And low, and wide, and through the light of morn, 13649|Over the world, beneath the dark of night, 13649|To find thee, my little sister, my fair, 13649|White and happy, who can never change! 13649|And now once more the soft blue air is sighing 13649|By the grassy road, and round the cottage bound, 13649|And softly drops the cool, white flower of snow 13649|Upon the rut of wide white brook and rill. 13649|And thy tiny feet, on narrow path, 13649|Come dalliant through the mist, on path so sweet, 13649|And I look, beside the quiet brook, 13649|Where thou art dipping, and I hear thy laughing, 13649|And thy little, little laugh, sweet child of mine. 13649|O, if thou lingerest in yon valley, 13649|Of the soft gray heath which lies to yonder, 13649|And thou lovest, like me, the sunlight's gleam, 13649| ======================================== SAMPLE 43620 ======================================== I do not think my sister's beauty's fault, 37366|If God is kind that sends her to my learning's aid; 37366|And when I turn the volume o'er, I find 37366|I'm led to find a certain section 'ight 37366|Has been missed, with which the text has chaunted. 37366|For instance, where the text is printed square, 37366|Each letter is a feather, but the number 37366|Is just the same--just the same, unless I _know_ 37366|That there is none, for I do not know. When, 37366|I doubt it, the word has been recited six-- 37366|And so I find I've been skipped, and so skip, I say, 37366|My reading of the text--and how I miss 37366|This text had been shorter. Let us look more 37366|Impatiently at the chapter where we're told 37366|A man is possessed of an indestructible soul, 37366|And must not lose that alone, but strive and strive, 37366|And strive ever, striving ceaselessly! 37366|Then in the description of each step of it 37366|There's a splendid scene of effort, with the word 37366|As the climber, and all the height of effort 37366|As the top-rope that the dream is going to take. 37366|But what do I find, as a reader? There, I say, 37366|There's no effort in it, for the effort's only a sign-- 37366|A glance, a movement, an outthrust of hand, 37366|Some effort, a cry of effort, some cry of grace, 37366|And in the top-line, "Thou must not lose by this!" 37366|What have we here? There's no effort; there's no cry 37366|Of effort; each letter comes a-dropping like a bomb 37366|Against some barrier--a sentence, some line, 37366|A line! And at the end, the words--but there 37366|Are the whole number of words, and so, oh, it's the same! 37366|And the page--I'm glad that it's at last at the place 37366|I've looked for it in mind, and the pages are thick; 37366|I see no more than what's there, unless the words, 37366|The same as in his verse, "The pages are thick!" 37366|And so--we reach at last a spot, of a page, 37366|And read in a silent, and yet cheering way: 37366|"There's much to bear us." You should hear what I say 37366|As we work--all that's here, and I'm sure that you'll be too. 37366|You, Sir, I can tell how much I tell--I can see 37366|How much you're sure of, and how weak the foe is. 37366|And so I read on, and on, and on, till night-- 37366|Night, and the sun is up, and the nightingales, 37366|Calling, "Come out here," and you're only at the edge 37366|Of your powers, and ready to fly, and the time's not now 37366|In short, you cannot work, for you want an hour, 37366|Nor yet desire an hour, for, Sir, you'll find 37366|You're both in the wrong. A page, and a man 37366|Stript of the strength that had made you strong. We're coming 37366|"_The only thing, and I think only of this_." 37366|I tell you that a page was going on? 37366|I know not but I was thinking, 37366|I was thinking something then, 37366|A page and a man and the sun! 37366|And I was thinking that I'd be 37366|The only thing, at first, and I'd not feel 37366|The need to be anything else-- 37366|The sole thing, and just wait for the chance! 37366|But the page is gone, why is she not here? 37366|And why is the man not there?-- 37366|He comes and he goes: and the sun of night 37366|Dabbles in the darkness. 37366|I saw the page and thought, "It's as plain 37366 ======================================== SAMPLE 43630 ======================================== 4173|I'm too old to be with you, 4173|In your bosom, dear; 4173|To be with you as a child doth love us 4173|But I would not 4173|For the world 4173|For the world. 4173|It is the season for my siesta, 4173|And no other; 4173|Sick days pass, 4173|Winter weather I like most; 4173|No one knows 4173|When the leaves will fade 4173|Or the branches fall 4173|Where I stand, 4173|Until it be 4173|I should die. 4173|I am old like the leaves on the tree-top, 4173|With the dark-red leaf over my head,-- 4173|You see, 4173|Last year, my dear, 4173|When the leaves grew gray, 4173|Because of rain, 4173|Even so will they seem this year, 4173|Last year's leaves green and new. 4173|The trees have come back to the forest, 4173|They stand up out of sight, and still, 4173|Underneath the cold and dew, 4173|They wait the good, good Spring-time. 4173|All the ways are bright with colors 4173|And the grass is good and green; 4173|The birds are on the branches, 4173|All the woods are full of noise. 4173|The flowers of the spring are bursting, 4173|Gladly I take them in, and know 4173|That every hour, they will bloom. 4173|And every day I carry them 4173|For the little one in me 4173|Will be grateful for the sweets of a little boy, 4173|When he can find something to do. 4173|I'm not wise like a little owl, 4173|But my wing is long and strong, 4173|For I know where the little flowers 4173|And birds are growing in the wood. 4173|I am old as the day, grown gray again, 4173|Still the same kind little boy. 4173|And when at last I am going to bed 4173|I think I shall walk through the green leaves 4173|Out to the river, with his little boat! 4173|With his hand in my own and telling me 4173|So softly, that only I can hear 4173|How old he is, and how happy and blest, 4173|With me beside them in the green wood. 4173|How glad I shall be when he is coming near. 4173|But how sad, when he is gone from us. 4173|And when I lay sleeping in the snow 4173|I think he will come back as I rest, 4173|Stirred by my dream, he will go with me 4173|Out through the leaves and into the light. 4173|It's long and hard-- 4173|But the little boy that's gone that's his own 4173|He is still the best: 4173|And our life, I think 4173|Has an end, 4173|And that's the blessing we get in death: 4173|The long night over, we come out of 4173|The world without lament. 4173|All night about our door 4173|Is the snowfall, 4173|And the wind's sigh, 4173|And the snow's moan, 4173|Shaking the street, 4173|Tossing the window, 4173|All night long, 4173|I hear all night long 4173|The little wind sighing, 4173|And the sleet's wind 4173|Shaking the pane. 4173|We hear snowdrifts ringing, 4173|We hear snowdrifts glistening; 4173|We see the gray in the sky, 4173|And the little white spark on the roof. 4173|But all night long, 4173|We hear the snowdrift sighing, 4173|We hear snowdrifts springing. 4173|I am older than he is 4173|And stronger, and he 4173|Could not run, 4173|He could not, 4173|He could only hide 4173|Underneath my coat. 4173|I am tired of him, 4173|And this his way of living,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 43640 ======================================== 10671|Goes to her own sweet rest 10671|Ere a slow-rotating sun. 10671|Now a star, soon as its race is run, 10671|A moment smiles on earth, and fades; 10671|And a pale and silent beam, before, 10671|A moment shines on bowers of light; 10671|A moment on the silent wing 10671|Sheds on the meadow, leaf, and bud 10671|A splendour, while the star 10671|Shines with equal rays. 10671|And now a new-born morning breaks!-- 10671|O joy unmeasured! joy surpassing power! 10671|O rapture and surprise 10671|That to such a bliss should grieve the slave. 10671|I see the sun, by day too bright, 10671|Too late to waken thought of night; 10671|And, as he mounts the evening hill, 10671|I hear his frequent shouts amain,-- 10671|_"Yonder, in yon bright orb of light, 10671|On yonder gay celestial height 10671|The god of day the glorious race 10671|Shall crown his labours.--_ 10671|_Oh! how I miss the light!--Oh! how I miss the joy of sight! 10671|_The bright one, who through every pang 10671|Strives to extinguish life, and all its glorious powers, 10671|Still turns his joyful eye 10671|To the far light, and views it in the bright celestial skies, 10671|From all that glads me, from all that charms me round!--Oh! how I miss 10671|The light that makes the world so bright, 10671|And cheers me, as on earth I gaze!-- 10671|_On that bright air, whose breezy motion warms 10671|My spirit with those charms which ittto blows 10671|Or sunshine sheds!--_ 10671|_On that bright air, whose motion drives afar 10671|The stars that glow in far constellations grim! 10671|No more shall mortal Nature's eyes 10671|Rest 'mid that radiant throng; 10671|The light shall turn my heart to heavenly spheres; 10671|Or, like a glorious star, 10671|Gild the deep gloom, ere long, 10671|That wraps my dying world!_ 10671|And now the day of rest is gone, 10671|Thy languid eye and tired breast 10671|Thou know'st not why, and never can'st thou know 10671|The joy that beats in raptures in my breast. 10671|And, as the morning rises high, 10671|And soft, sweet sounds from far and near, 10671|I hear the mingling mirth of birds and bees; 10671|And, as in glee, the lark, o'erfloats and sings.-- 10671|_The morn is fair in her mild ascendency; 10671|The night is gay while night-time hours destroy, 10671|To see her sun with smiles; 10671|Aurora glows in her rosy azure, 10671|And, blushing with the light of dawn, 10671|The dew-drops of the morning smile on 10671|His forehead dark and high; 10671|But, as the morn of rest breaks far away, 10671|So, joy to the joy that beats in thine heart!_ 10671|But the bright morn of rest is o'er, 10671|For, now, thy heart is coldly dead; 10671|And when the morn of blissful repose 10671|Again shall crown thy summer days, 10671|The night will change her tapers to a sigh, 10671|And from the skies will burst th' empyreal fire. 10671|_"Hail, holy Dawn, whose sainted veil 10671|Our fading eyes ne'er survey, 10671|Whose locks in prayer divinely spent 10671|Breathe thro' this dying pane!"_ 10671|For, oft returning, as we rove, 10671|To the blue skies and silent air, 10671|Thou'll steal away from out our sight, 10671|Leave us no more the Moon to view.-- 10671|Behold, within the fane afar, 10671|The last, the radiant star of ======================================== SAMPLE 43650 ======================================== 1238|This one woman, I might say, "Lizzy," that's all! 1238|She looks upon his feet, she looks upon his face, 1238|She looks upon his mouth; she looks 1238|Upon his hand, 1238|And the manhood, the manhood may be said to be 1238|At work upon the heart of him, 1238|So that the heart is turned 1238|Unto a woman's heart; 1238|And all is in the labour still, she says: 1238|She sees a vision in her night-dew, she sees 1238|A shape of beauty moving. Oh, this is sweet! 1238|I have never known a day when I was so glad 1238|As yesterday when I saw my sweet wife and children 1238|In their evening gowns 1238|And coming down to meet them. I had a good-night, 1238|And was sure I lay 1238|The last time and the old love was my soul with them. 1238|But they are out of sight, 1238|And love and lusty life are over; 1238|And when my little kids are in bed 1238|They cry for joy 1238|That their sweet mom's to wake them. 1238|Lizzy and I went to the woods and fields 1238|To read the Bible and to pray; 1238|And we saw how the birds in the garden, 1238|And our own little ones, could make 1238|The little books that we read and wrote 1238|Till, God giving thanks, He gave us 1238|This little little work to finish. 1238|Lizzy, I see the old man's house now, 1238|Of its ancient look and feel, 1238|And the old wood that once was full of birds, 1238|Of leaves, of blossoms, and of spring; 1238|And I've found the words to the old song in it: 1238|"Beethoven is dead, 1238|With his eternal smile o'erhead; 1238|And I want a glass of old wine 1238|Whose shelf is filled with new. 1238|I want a glass filled with old and new, 1238|With music played in light. 1238|I want a glass full of good news and new 1238|Where each one comes with its wings so white, 1238|And is stirred all the while to the beat of song, 1238|For the heart's rapture of singing is mine." 1238|Lizzy, when I sing you this song, 1238|You sing without a thought, 1238|You do not even seem to be 1238|A living thing at all, 1238|As if the music were not there, 1238|And had been forever gone. 1238|But what do I care if the music 1238|Have disappeared from you now, 1238|For all the songs of my heart will be 1238|Worth one or two of old: 1238|The old songs of my youth, and a glass 1238|Of music filled with good news. 1238|When the long, hot day makes me heat 1238|As I sit on the ledge of the window to see 1238|The sky in white, I am ready to melt, 1238|But when it's day all warmth and the fire 1238|Will melt away and leave me alone. 1238|And it's well, I think, when the day is done, 1238|To be warm when you can stand on one leg, 1238|But it's not right, sitting all day on it, 1238|To put your heels where I can see them. 1238|There's a man who went to the school 1238|In search of knowledge, by and by, 1238|And, for a year or two, stuck fast 1238|In the school-room of the house. 1238|His coat was torn from his back, 1238|His shins were torn and bleeding horribly, 1238|But he said, "I'll go to the shop and buy 1238|An old, old black hat." 1238|For the school's bell was not tolling, 1238|For he had missed a test; so he looked 1238|For something else, in the school-room, at least, 1238|And found a black hat. 1238| ======================================== SAMPLE 43660 ======================================== 28591|As man's feeble reason sways the winds? 28591|Is it this heat, thy thought of pain, 28591|Which brings thee to the strife? 28591|It is that which I seek; 28591|Thy thought of suffering is my pain. 28591|How can I quit thy love-- 28591|My life without thee! 28591|I am but weak, I deem, 28591|Who feel thee near! 28591|How can I yield my breath? 28591|Thy gentle hand 28591|Holds me--thou knowest! 28591|How well I know thee, dear! 28591|My soul, like thy--O! 28591|If but thy smile were mine, 28591|I had not left thee-- 28591|And felt not this sad world's wrong-- 28591|All through my sad heart; 28591|I should not have been glad. 28591|I should have lived, I know, 28591|Thy friend to that degree. 28591|O, would I had had not died! 28591|I should not need thy love-bowed head, 28591|And eyes so soft, that dimmed beneath, 28591|To whom thy hand caressed; 28591|I should not have lost thee here, 28591|And life, so bright and fair, 28591|Would have been but the song of birds 28591|In May-time, singing everywhere; 28591|I should not have died to-day, 28591|And thou, so kind, should have not fled! 28591|I know not, not I, what hour 28591|Makes earth for heaven and air 28591|More pure--not darkness and dull night. 28591|When thou wilt take me to thy breast, 28591|I shall not long consider, 28591|As once I considered all 28591|The beauties that enthralled me. 28591|Thou wilt then, O God of love! 28591|Breathe into my soul's soft night, 28591|Making my breast more light, 28591|And making all things that are 28591|Fairer; and then all seems well. 28591|Such as I looked before 28591|I like the old, pale face, 28591|The new and fresh are one; 28591|'T was fair, though not as fair 28591|As is the fairest child. 28591|Thus, I could never tell 28591|From out my troubled heart 28591|If God's love would change and grow; 28591|I would rather live 28591|If God's love could change and grow. 28591|O Lord, I am not thine! 28591|Though all thy saints rejoice 28591|Thy peace and power in me, 28591|Thy grace will never be mine. 28591|Heaven and its fullness 28591|In me have no content; 28591|From hence I cannot go. 28591|His hands upon the cross, 28591|His hand on the Lamb of God, 28591|I am content, I know. 28591|O Lord, I am not thine, 28591|Yet, O Lord, grant life to be 28591|A fruitful year for me. 28591|I could not choose, I could not choose 28591|Whatever way I went; 28591|Nor choose a quiet life 28591|Or one that passed too well. 28591|I could not, I could not choose, 28591|If I were not with thee, 28591|But to live in perfect trust 28591|The quiet life to seek. 28591|For when I would depart, 28591|So dear, so still, 28591|Thou wouldst return again; 28591|My spirit in thy breast 28591|Would ne'er be mazed and cold, 28591|Nor lose the faith that lies 28591|Beyond the veil to come. 28591|I see a city of morn 28591|All radiant with a glory; 28591|A thousand glories shine 28591|Through the golden mist thereof. 28591|I see a city of hope, 28591|A heavenly temple with her shrine, 28591|She is the glory of my hope, 28591|The temple where I worship her. 28591|I see the future, but the day ======================================== SAMPLE 43670 ======================================== 1568|Says, 'The more we talk the less do we eat.' 1568|Now we don't know what food is, and you 1568|Must help us guess: but we can't afford not to. 1568|'If it be food for _other_ men, 1568|_I_ have not much to do but keep away. 1568|My husband will go through his morning meal.' 1568|But when you say, oh, how you do and do - 1568|How do, and do, and do! - 1568|Then you think I don't know what you mean. 1568|You don't know what you think, dear? But I - 1568|I know you think! 1568|Ah, you should learn what I - you mean 1568|Merely this - that you know 1568|I'm a very tired man. Well, then - 1568|Why don't you go and lay it on me?" 1568|And with that, she left him to his work, 1568|The tired-out man, and took the part 1568|That was his in life and death: the part 1568|Whereof her heart was made. The very day 1568|The old fool was his bride, he did but write 1568|One word to her of his unfeeling fate - 1568|Of the low life he had led in fool's fashion, 1568|The low faith that he had trod since he went 1568|To wed the girl he called his own - 1568|The girl who called him her "darlin'" . . . 1568|She turned away, half-despairingly, 1568|And never looked on the smile she wore. 1568|(And he--he saw the day of her parting, 1568|And, half-angry, had the will to fly 1568|And hide in the darkness--the night of the tomb!) 1568|Then, just as the dawn broke over the plain, 1568|She came back from that great city of the star, 1568|And, dying, left him to the task, and said: 1568|(To lie in her side-lamp, on the moor, 1568|While all the world went dizzy in morning, 1568|The day of her marriage--the morn of her death!) 1568|"My heart's a-bloom," she said, and there was pain 1568|Under the words; but her face was sweet 1568|As when she is sweetest, and she said, 1568|(The word she would never repeat again 1568|To another, nor say aloud except with her): 1568|"My heart is a-fire with the glow 1568|Of the wild spring I knew in my own youth, 1568|And the firelight's flutterings over my head. 1568|A rose-leaf fell to dust in the road . . . 1568|And I know, by the way men go by, 1568|The way they will go back, I know . . . 1568|The way I am wise, and am unwise: 1568|I have seen my day of life in my lover. 1568|You must make my life your own at last - 1568|Your own for this last hour, my lover!" 1568|And when she spoke the way of death, 1568|The sweetest and most dreadful and strange - 1568|Her lips were wet, and her heart was cold. 1568|The white road wound among the hills, 1568|The road that the white wind blew between. 1568|On either side were open gates, 1568|But all the leaves were falling around them, 1568|The wind whistled down them from the sky. 1568|The road was long as a long compass 1568|In days of old, when men were fools; 1568|But now, the road was short as an end 1568|That's drawn across a barren plain, 1568|And the dark, wet road clings to the end, 1568|In this grey autumn morning. 1568|Through the open gates, with sudden stir, 1568|She turned to go, and turned back empty-eyed; 1568|Yet found the way--her lover was behind. 1568|She turned; the sun was in her face 1568|And burning in her eyes: 1568|She ======================================== SAMPLE 43680 ======================================== 1166|And there was nothing there but a great bowl 1166|Of soup and a spoon and a chair and a bed. 1166|But never a word she said, or a look of fear, 1166|But only she smiled in the glass and drank. 1166|I was a child again in the old familiar room, 1166|And out of that old familiar room 1166|Came light and shadow and the voice of the night, 1166|And the moon rose to meet the light. 1166|It was all so familiar! She had ceased to speak, -- 1166|There was the little glass and the chair and the bed; 1166|But I knew not that she ceased from the living death 1166|In the little familiar room, 1166|Away from all that had been, and all that could be. 1166|I, too, must die a child again 1166|In the familiar room. 1166|Now the moon is high in the sky, 1166|And down the road of the night 1166|Her white sails float against the skies 1166|Like the ghosts of babies gone. 1166|The baby sleepers that she knew, 1166|Have gone and run to their rest; 1166|The baby sleepers that she dreamed, 1166|Now sleep in their home and sleep. 1166|Her lips are shut and set between, -- 1166|The baby sleepers that she knew? 1166|What have we done that is lost, 1166|And what has I done that is here 1166|To-day in the bed of sorrow? 1166|The woman who had thought of this said: 1166|"I have tried to look in your eyes, 1166|And then, in your heart, to find 1166|A way your eyes to open, 1166|And light for my face, too; 1166|And this I have found in your eyes, 1166|But all the light in your heart. 1166|I have tried to work, of course, 1166|And nothing was easy to do; 1166|And yet you would not understand; 1166|And now you understand so well 1166|That you will never ask me why 1166|I touched your hand and said 'Go.'" 1166|Away, away, my little brother, 1166|We walked to the window-aisles, 1166|And I said, as the sun went down, 1166|"It will never be till we run." 1166|And he said, as his cheeks were wet, 1166|"No, I will never do it more." 1166|We ran and drank at the creek. 1166|And we stopped and we stopped and we stopped, 1166|And I said, "I never will run all." 1166|As we ran through the park he fell 1166|Through his hands and hurt his knee; 1166|And he said, as he caught him up 1166|Beside the tree, when he took 1166|His blue slipper off his feet, 1166|"Come here, poor boy, and kiss your father, 1166|The boots are so tall and so fine." 1166|And I saw him lie still, the boy 1166|With his long soft hair and his eyes 1166|As dry as a pigeon's wing in the sun, 1166|All alone in the tree-shadow. 1166|I sat underneath the tree-shadow 1166|With the hot wind and the hot earth 1166|Sneaking among the trees 1166|And the wild-flowers and the fruit. 1166|And I said, "It is very sweet, 1166|My friend, if you come again, 1166|To see how I do, my boys, -- 1166|For there cannot be what cannot be." 1166|There was an old woman sitting at her fire, 1166|And I came up and sat by her, for all my heart, 1166|And I said to my heart, "What things have you done 1166|That you ought never, now, should do or say?" 1166|"Nay!" laughed the old woman, as she and her children 1166|Came roosting to visit once that place of the dead. 1166|"I have seen all things," said the old woman, 1166|"But not an atom of atom of the whole." 11 ======================================== SAMPLE 43690 ======================================== 1365|On his brow she kissed him and said, 1365|"Go now, thou dead man, go hence. 1365|The moon is full of the daylight, 1365|The wind is not in the North. 1365|"Go thou to the forest, go thou forth, 1365|And, by the trees in the vale, 1365|Sing thou on the grass and the flowers, 1365|Sing till the echo shall die. 1365|"And by the waters of Lethe, 1365|And by the blood-sprinkled grass, 1365|Haste on thy journey northward, 1365|For here are the maidens who wait thee." 1365|Then the dead man spake again, 1365|As he stood beside the door: 1365|"If there be maidens waiting, 1365|I'm ready to go with them." 1365|Then the maidens, one by one, 1365|Hasted to the water's brink, 1365|"There," they cried, "upon the strand. 1365|Here with thee, father, we'll stay." 1365|"Where are you going," he said, 1365|"To the maidens of the forest?" 1365|"With me," she said, "the moon has been 1365|Watching all night, my maidens, 1365|Our love, unending, fills the woods." 1365|On the sand on the water, 1365|Gashed and torn with wind and rain, 1365|With the tide risen and falling, 1365|All the night beneath the sky. 1365|The sun now rose behind the clouds, 1365|The tide now sank below the tide. 1365|All the night beneath the skies, 1365|With no more breeze above nor breeze below, 1365|With never a cloud to weigh them down, 1365|Sea-gods went and sea-gods flew. 1365|From the sea-gods' flight the island-dwellers 1365|Sent a song down through the sky, 1365|As the white sails on a sailing-show were dragging 1365|On along the shore to light. 1365|And oftentimes the maidens of the forest, 1365|When they heard the song, would smile; 1365|But the cruel words they never understood, 1365|Which the Ocean-maidens sung. 1365|"Now, Ocean-maidens, where are you marching? 1365|Go you forth to battle-charge? 1365|From this shore onward to the sea, 1365|To the Maid and Crown in the waters far, 1365|Where in the East the sun shall shine, and no sun 1365|Shine on me now, or ever I see my son!" 1365|And oftentimes the Maids would answer in sorrow, 1365|But the Ocean-maidens never knew; 1365|They sang never a song for their loved ones hence, 1365|But sang of them, on the surges of the sea. 1365|And when the song was over, and the music had ceased, 1365|The maidens went unto their work again. 1365|In the evening, as they lay in the water 1365|'Neath the o'ershadowing billow, 1365|Under the shining and the shadow of the heaven, 1365|Firmly the barge swung, 1365|And the yard-arm only was heard to shake, 1365|As the row-locks fretted on the canted cleughs, 1365|And the wooden planks, the best in the state, 1365|The rough-hewn and the ghastly, 1365|Rested in the salt-sea sand. 1365|Then the yard-arm only was heard to shake, 1365|And the rough-hewn and the ghastly row-locks wrought 1365|Down in the sand and salt-sea water; 1365|And the bark was still, a mass uplifting on high, 1365|Crying, "Where hast thou left my bark?" 1365|Then the master, with his sword at his side, 1365|Rushed to the bark, and bade him get ashore; 1365|And the sailor made no more delay, 1365|Till the sea and sky and sky-line grew darker, 1365|And the moon grew transfixed with her light, ======================================== SAMPLE 43700 ======================================== 34298|And by the mystic portal's inner brink, 34298|Where all things draw to life,--the gods are not. 34298|O God of Day and Light! Thy smile was sweet, 34298|And all that Nature, and the great earth show'd, 34298|Thy voice of worship call'd all Nature by! 34298|For none on earth can tell,--if one may say,-- 34298|From thee the human life-longs, through all sight, 34298|And life to thee--as from our love to bless! 34298|O God of Day, and Light, and Love! the sun 34298|Brightens; the mighty earth reels; the seas 34298|Lift up their heads in restless ecstasy; 34298|The stars rise up to sing thee, Day and Light! 34298|As by some lone stream, o'er a great pile 34298|Of shadowed ruins, the seaboard is thrown, 34298|There spreads an undusk'd blue night upon the West, 34298|And the soft air is musk o'er an open floor; 34298|But where the wind-horn o'er that silent waste 34298|Hangs idly by the crumbled moss, and chokes 34298|With a storm-belled shadow the wind's wild way; 34298|Through that thick gloom in dim and shadowy light 34298|Glances the dim outline of the lone stream, 34298|As by the river's brink, when daylight breaks, 34298|Looms the pale crescent of the Moon. So lurks 34298|The black cloud in the glimmering sky! 34298|But not the water's light 34298|Was on the stream--it glides apart 34298|Through shadow-masses--as the wind 34298|O'er deep woods; or as the stream 34298|Through a cloud that wraps a wood. 34298|But not the water's white, 34298|On that far shore its waves seem white, 34298|As those of earth, from heaven, on high! 34298|The stream, the cloud, the land--the waves 34298|Are yet as colours in the air. 34298|But not the light--the beam 34298|Of those soft rays that seem'd to swim 34298|To that pure stream, where, on the far brink, 34298|The white clouds lie on the wave! 34298|And not the air 34298|Of heaven at all, in this wide sky, 34298|Is bright and cold as that of waves 34298|That seem'd to sleep, and sleep on waves! 34298|How bright!--the cloud, the sky, the wave, 34298|And air seem yet as faint and white 34298|As that which, from these shores, enwraps 34298|That bright, strange stream, which flows alone, 34298|In silence, to a joyless grave-- 34298|The stream of which, the Gods may rest! 34298|And I know not if in all that land 34298|There was a wave so glorious as this-- 34298|No wave on earth, but, like the sea, 34298|Pour'd by the mighty Creator out 34298|From Time's great Immortality-- 34298|No wave so beautiful or gay, 34298|Save that, at every step, which rises 34298|In that pure air, the wave hath kiss'd 34298|Thy marble; and that wave, for ever blest, 34298|Goes with it to its Lord;--the Lord most Light-- 34298|Thy Lord, whose image floats before 34298|The altar when the sacrifice is paid; 34298|As when the sunward sunbeams that the sun adores, 34298|Flash from his hair, in worship-radish, 34298|And from his horns that o'er the mountain go, 34298|Throwing their heat in consecration round, 34298|As to his altar glows the dew;-- 34298|As when the mountain-pearls to the air are sent, 34298|To mark the light that shines out from them on; 34298|And the mountain's shell and shell that on the dew 34298|Are laid with worship of the beauty of song, 34298|Seen, as they glow, by the eyes which glow beneath; 34298|So light the eyes to thee. 34298| ======================================== SAMPLE 43710 ======================================== 36305|A bird sings on the cliff, 36305|And is a messenger of love, 36305|To the lonely woods and dells, 36305|Of the glory of bright hopes; 36305|And through the night I hear it sing 36305|For me to heed and heed to see. 36305|What are the thoughts? They are not words. 36305|They come with a slow yet steady thrill 36305|To every nerve in my old bones; 36305|My soul is still, a frozen lake 36305|Where the cold water glimmering flows. 36305|My eyes are blind with heavy trance. 36305|My lips are parted in silent prayer, 36305|And my hand is folded on my heart. 36305|No word of music and no sound 36305|Of song since the morning hour 36305|When the bird that sings is gone. 36305|The bird that sings is gone. 36305|I lay in a cold bed of snow 36305|In the old cemetery at noon 36305|And my face was blot with a sudden stain, 36305|As when a pallor in the day 36305|Has darkened the shadow of the moon 36305|On the hill of the stars I had seen; 36305|And then, and then alone I wandered back, 36305|To the grave where my loved ones are. 36305|They only said, "I will be here. 36305|I will be near thee now"--and gone. 36305|No answer of voice from the white mound 36305|Which I sought through the lonely night, 36305|And I gazed with a hollow mazed face 36305|On the grey stone which I had given 36305|For a wreath of memory and hope. 36305|And on the white, marble pillar 36305|Which records our dead the best, 36305|Did I see each tear that fell. 36305|How like a spirit I had lived. 36305|Now to the grave were they bound. 36305|In the end I could not bear it more, 36305|And I wept to know my hand was free, 36305|And with tearful eyes and sobs I took 36305|These last words as I went down the hill, 36305|And they were, "We are faithful men." 36305|A voice to my heart called ever "Come. 36305|Go in God's name from this wilderness! 36305|Be witness of His name, and prove 36305|By living, that He is God and just." 36305|Then, with a wild cry, "God be praised!" 36305|Oh, how could my heart keep back? 36305|Yet, still within my troubled mind, 36305|Pressed with anguish and dismay, 36305|A dark foreboding shadow lay, 36305|Like a dark cloud in the sunlight shone, 36305|And I, who had known neither light 36305|Nor sorrow, did I dare to say, 36305|"I would go where my men are gone." 36305|And the voice said, "Go." 36305|I said, "You need not waste your breath 36305|In wailing; 'tis a vain and futile waste. 36305|We have had enough of sorrow's sound, 36305|And our grief is over-hot, 36305|We have died in its selfish heat. 36305|Come back to our service once again. 36305|We are still, like them, faithful men. 36305|"Come. In God's name. 36305|Take the place of those whose breath has ceased; 36305|Take the place of those whose bodies lie 36305|Dead in the dust and their souls are cold. 36305|Come. In God's name. 36305|Come. In God's name. 36305|The voice answered, "Thy will, thy chosen. 36305|To-day is theirs. Come. In God's name." 36305|Then, to my heart's deepest depths I said, 36305|"My only soul." And as I thought 36305|That voice was but a flute to me, 36305|It ceased and seemed to sink in death. 36305|I thought that I had been the flute, 36305|That, hearing that sweet strain, I played forlorn, 36305|But then, I cried out, "I will not die." 36305|So for ======================================== SAMPLE 43720 ======================================== 35452|And so, if ye go to heaven, I say we'll all come 35452|And sit 35452|And tell each other all we feel, while we laugh and sing, 35452|And all is told, 35452|I'll give a hundred good dinners to some of the best, 35452|And see them all come huffing to a supper every one, 35452|Because they all want one. 35452|We'll laugh and sing through all the earth 35452|And laugh and sing till all the heavens 35452|Shall ring in music with our merriment. 35452|We will laugh and sing till stars grow dim 35452|While laughter whispers all around. 35452|We will laugh and sing till worlds grow gay 35452|As stars that burn in a starlight sky. 35452|Heaven will ring in gladness and in joy 35452|While tears shall flow in a river of gold. 35452|We shall laugh and sing, and laugh and sing-- 35452|I'll give a hundred good dinners to some of the best, 35452|And see them all come thither at last. 35452|A little boy on a little throne. 35452|This is a little book in a small volume. All the names are on the 35452|The little king was good 35452|And all our little friends went well with him. 35452|Little tiger and rabbit, 35452|And dog went up in a book, 35452|Little bird and little bird 35452|Were happy when they had their day. 35452|The little king was good 35452|(But the little rabbits always fought.) 35452|Little bird and little bird 35452|Were happy when they had their way. 35452|Little bird and little bird 35452|Were happy when they found their nest. 35452|And little tiger and tiger, 35452|And little kitten and kitten, 35452|Had a good time when they came home. 35452|No, no, no, 35452|It couldn't be true. 35452|Little girl with the round white face, 35452|Who is in the corner drinking milk, 35452|You mustn't beat about the bush, 35452|Little girl with the round white face, 35452|For a tiger and a rabbit 35452|Are in the corner drinking milk. 35452|All over the world: a long street 35452|Where the great cats go playing, 35452|And the little children 35452|Are very, very tired. 35452|And they run to the window, 35452|And they sit in the loo 35452|To catch sleep when they are tired. 35452|For the little children 35452|Are very, very tired. 35452|Who went into a meadow 35452|In the meadow by the lake. 35452|He said: "O little girl with the round white face, 35452|If I only knew how, 35452|The world would be more lovely to me; 35452|And if you would be fair, 35452|Like little maiden 35452|Who lives on a little mead, 35452|With little kittens 35452|That go up and down the grass." 35452|Who had a horse 35452|That he milked and rode away. 35452|"Oh! where did he get 35452|His silken bridle, you wonder, 35452|Because we milk him so good? 35452|I wonder also, 35452|When he rides away 35452|From the meadow where he was born, 35452|Will he have more horses 35452|Or will he always ride away? 35452|I wonder; but I will lie still 35452|And cry when I am well. 35452|For I can't tell." 35452|Who had a maid 35452|Who was quite a queen, 35452|With blue eyes that sparkled 35452|With a smile that was not deceitful. 35452|"Oh! where have you been, 35452|Oh! where have you been, 35452|So young and so fair? 35452|Oh, I wonder!--'tis the second night-- 35452|Why have you come in to see me 35452|Until to-day you came not?" 35452|"I am so lonely, 35452|So lonely, poor Mary, 35452|I cannot think ======================================== SAMPLE 43730 ======================================== 8672|And the red light of its shining taper 8672|Shivers where the water-lily flows. 8672|The birds are happy in their leafy bower. 8672|The bee is busy in her flowery hive, 8672|And the sun, a butterfly, comes roguishly 8672|And takes a small repast at leisure. 8672|The little flies gather drowsily, 8672|And the sun shines on with love and pride. 8672|When the moon was new she scarce would shine 8672|And the boughs were still and white and green, 8672|But now she's changed, her face is very fair, 8672|And her beams so lovely through the day, 8672|Soothing the cares of that fair maiden, 8672|That have no room 'twixt their pleasure and their pain, 8672|But pass into a world that is sweet and dear. 8672|And tho' no moon is shining now, 8672|And tho' no boughs now bend above her hair, 8672|She is as soft and as serene 8672|As e'er was milk-white on the sward, 8672|And like music on the waters glide, 8672|Tinging the stars like moonlight, still. 8672|The bees have mended so the clover 8672|To suit the smiles of April's face, 8672|And she no longer hates the bee 8672|But only is amazed at his flight, 8672|And feels that he will die that way. 8672|The cowslip, pale with winter dew, 8672|Is as soft and lovely now 8672|As the dew on the cow-milk field, 8672|And blooms like the moon in the blue sky. 8672|The little swallows are still at rest, 8672|They have done all their labours for; 8672|The little lambs are nestled on the hill, 8672|And the grass is green and fresh and fine. 8672|The little brown owl has gone for to weep 8672|And the little brown cock is cawing still, 8672|For the brown bird is not to be told 8672|That he would die in his prime for want of meat. 8672|The little goats that are asleep at ease 8672|The cowslip by the door are stirring. 8672|The little pigs that are grazing by the seat 8672|Are doing their chores and not complaining. 8672|The little pigs that are sleeping lie 8672|All busily in the grass are feeding; 8672|The young lambs all go by without replying 8672|And the red cock is crowing, crowing, cowing, 8672|All day and day and never complaining. 8672|I woke with a start, I was beginning to cry, 8672|And I know that I am dreaming; 8672|The tree's black branches are shaking in their cradle dear. 8672|The little cows are all up in the hills 8672|With their calves on their heads, 8672|And the little pigs are all up in the hills 8672|All busily eating grass. 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|And the little children shout, and the little sheep 8672|And the young pigs start and start and start and call 8672|And I know that I am dreaming. 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|And the little children cry, and the little sheep 8672|And the young pigs are busily eating grass. 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|And the little children cry, and the little sheep 8672|And the young pigs start and start and cry and call 8672|And I know that I am dreaming. 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? 8672|And the little children shout, and the little sheep 8672|And the young pigs start again and cry and call 8672|And I know that I am dreaming. 8672|When it snows and it snows what matter? ======================================== SAMPLE 43740 ======================================== 1279|I hear 'em singin' down the karst of Glenmaer; 1279|They're singin' their first song frae that wild song; 1279|And their mither is aye wyling them down, 1279|And aye complainin' of care; 1279|And the first thing she knows when they sing, 1279|She looks up, for she sees their faces clear, 1279|And the last thing she sees, when they sing, 1279|Is a cuckoo at her window! 1279|But I wish I was a king by my maen, 1279|And they sing, and they talk, as they come in: 1279|"Our mither, she thinks, is aye sick for the brights; 1279|The mither's anither, wi' the shakes and the shakes, 1279|He'll be hame to the warly hours o' spring, 1279|Where lang's the ayl gude in dusking ye're free, 1279|And lang's the ayl hame in shadow. 1279|"The mither's auld though, the ayl's braw; 1279|She's aye clad in the skins, and she's daunton'd out, 1279|She's aye wild as a child, and she's young yet; 1279|She'll return in the winter time at night, 1279|But for eildin' at dawn. 1279|"Weel, for she's sic a habit o' the harn, 1279|That suss a day may she be war; 1279|She'll be sic a habit o' the hoose, 1279|That loup'd she had a fortnight before. 1279|I'm a cuckoo, and I go round at e'en, 1279|And my songs I make sic as I see. 1279|"My mither is but a dyner in a coma, 1279|She's no tote me aught frae me leal; 1279|I'm a cuckoo, ye're a lyart bird, 1279|Ye'll never see, I'll assure ye, 1279|That I sang, but I sang with muckle cheer, 1279|And a' in the dawing, 1279|As I buskit them in my braw new mither's bonnet." 1279|"Now, what mean you? will ye gang with me, and see 1279|The state o' the land? may I ask what I seek? 1279|Or do ye some things mair difficult to do 1279|Than other folk have to say--yea, Sir, say ye? 1279|That is, Sir, the reason ye are away. 1279|"That's no the case. I am a simple bard, 1279|And sing what I think; that kind o' humour 1279|O' gentlemen: but my singing's but little use; 1279|They keep on till the end o' the next leever. 1279|"Now, Sir, a man's condition is mair important 1279|Than a' the nonsense you an' your lawyers have writ; 1279|You're a gentleman and I'm a bardie: 1279|Go ye the troth and let it be as it is. 1279|For a' ye're a gentleman and I'm a bardie, 1279|We'll sit us down and talk o' what I can tell ye. 1279|"The state o' the land in these times is o' dismay: 1279|Wee bit dooties, little dooties, 1279|My dear Sir, be kind fasilie; 1279|For, ere this Lenten season's ended, 1279|A mither'll beg for a tap. 1279|"Woe worth the day I hae elapsed 1279|O' nine years' consent wi' you-- 1279|Sir, lilt me a wee, wee, wee! 1279|Lass, let me in your arms take! 1279|I'm thine, I own thee a saint!" 1279|--Sir, there's nae luck about my head; 1279|My heart it's all forgot, 1279|Thee I hae pledged in a lang faith, 1279|My charmer, a' that I hae to say it ======================================== SAMPLE 43750 ======================================== 28375|And with the world's good things he gaily dines; 28375|But, though all good, and though his state be such, 28375|I'd gladly live in some other's arms. 28375|Of this the happy man, who will forego, 28375|Some small return or prize to make me free, 28375|And, who is now my slave by his good will, 28375|Will be my debtor for the good he'll give; 28375|Who, though he should in all, do like a slave, 28375|But as a brother, who is free to see, 28375|And not like one to whom the day's eyes shine, 28375|Though he and I so much, yet each at home 28375|Will be by others like the other's friend. 28375|But if we both were left but with his will, 28375|And he were master, I, when dead, in all, 28375|Would be the more with what he would receive 28375|For the good which would be his if I lived. 28375|This, this had been (I could not understand) 28375|And now the sad necessity 28375|Of that which should be my only bliss. 28375|If I could live a single life, 28375|Then thou would'st not so bad a death be found, 28375|But a small thing would'st gain and grace be 28375|To make me so the more a friend of thee. 28375|But if it be th' whole life long, and be 28375|And I were in a town, and lived near thee, 28375|I would, by your leave, be very glad, 28375|And be no coward to thy wishes, 28375|But do what I could do, and was so 28375|To make thee happy as by my side, 28375|And give me, whom I should have loved, thy life, 28375|And let it fall upon another. 28375|So say thee. What ails thee, love, forsooth? 28375|What hinders thee to be what thou art? 28375|Is thy bright head full of pride and joy? 28375|Or thy clear eyes, that see but few 28375|With deep-drawn hair, full of the stream, 28375|Full of the water, kind, and mild? 28375|O happy pair! O pair so true! 28375|Why are these two and this so near? 28375|And, to my wondering mind, what means 28375|Those fair, those moving motions thus. 28375|I know not why; these motions move--I know 28375|That thou art far off, and this world's so wide: 28375|But thou and I, and all things near, 28375|Come, and what's to come, are like to us. 28375|The very sun and moon, and this world's all 28375|Are like a flower's head on a river's flow. 28375|And all things at your house, to our mind, 28375|Do seem like angels standing so straight: 28375|When in its arms it rests, and is still, 28375|And rests, no other thing; when it rises high. 28375|To have a gentle heart, that's not at all, 28375|Though there were angels, and flowers had more room, 28375|Than when they made their rooms, were not so good 28375|But that they might not stay there, but go 28375|Up, and go up by a way that was not. 28375|The same, I can make and I will get 28375|Stones with this hand, and things with that; 28375|A child or a man can wear a crown, 28375|And hold a crown; but, if you are wise, 28375|They are none so quick to let the head 28375|Be placed in that place, as when they come 28375|With their sad faces out of this life 28375|To the life to come; they only care 28375|To see, not see, the flower, that's above, 28375|Because it looks not like the flower that's there. 28375|I wish to my love, and I wish to her, 28375|That she with me we ought to be blest; 28375|If she shall be cold to me, she needs 28375|No blessing, that men will not despise. ======================================== SAMPLE 43760 ======================================== 35190|To fynde and harte in the chivalerie- 35190|O hye! or hy luste! by the hyghne god 35190|Saw howe hem dyght to the hevener blisse, 35190|What ditches, and lakkes, and other ylles 35190|With theyr mules, of gode or mersy fres, 35190|They did make that lyght mear to dyght, 35190|And as it was a ybowe was ther 35190|Of hevene. On the morwe the same he 35190|He the pryoure of the law, doun came oute, 35190|By the proude knyght, to do a knyghte, 35190|Worthy to be hild and kyngly kyng, 35190|Him to loke on a kyng and douthee, 35190|And if ever he lyve, he wolde gete 35190|Fro the knyght in a hondred toune. 35190|And this forto seke, for it gevilde an herte 35190|And his herte he hadde with his chere; 35190|But what gomorgh wenteth on the quene 35190|He hadde no herte for al his myld; 35190|Yet was he noght an good knight hys 35190|So that he wolde the kniht make hym borowe, 35190|And he made the kniht; 35190|And forth a knyght wente hym be his lyfe, 35190|Than gan the knyght to gete, of his grete frende 35190|With his chyldrynge, and on every syde 35190|There were many a fowle bostynge made. 35190|This knyght was gentyll of a bregh; 35190|For the knyght gan in his herte so fayle, 35190|And he spak to the knyght in this manere: 35190|'I shal now forthwith to my lady see 35190|What vyces in this roome ye myke, 35190|That of her eyen may have cause to see, 35190|Whiche, to her goodnes, for to seeke and fyne 35190|May be for ever bacward, 35190|And her beth thenke, so that in good chere 35190|Ye herkynge to me, so sholde I be 35190|That have this place for your beeste. 35190|For ye shalle be lyke to my suffisaunce, 35190|And all your hertes to my body so, 35190|That ye them ben your owne, 35190|And thanke that ye be myn ymag'lynges, 35190|Welcom be your grace. 35190|'Ye be my lyfes, myn herte alle thre, 35190|This nyght ye shall be at my nede ynoure, 35190|And she shal be, whanne ye mene be lyte 35190|And have al herte for any one. 35190|And to your chyldren, eek in your hous 35190|Ye shalle be lef to have the dayes hote, 35190|Whiche ye, by my deese, 35190|Of lyfes may wel thee saue. 35190|Yf that in so wys, god wote wer weye, 35190|Thou shal none good dayes ryuere so weye. 35190|Ye shal be a godes man now to lyue here; 35190|Ye shalle be goddes syghtes, and in them shote 35190|Be ye myn herte to lyue. 35190|Shed ye your hertes, and for your herte so, 35190|Ye shalle be a good felawe now; 35190|And yf that we be one, 35190|Ye may come wher we may suffre.' 35190|Ful warly men, folyes, 35190|Ye shalle be here ymonday here; 35 ======================================== SAMPLE 43770 ======================================== 1719|And what to thee are things not things, 1719|What is he that knows not all? 1719|What is he that holds not all? 1719|For in the dimness of thy mind 1719|Knowth the name of thine own tongue. 1719|"For, what doth he not know 1719|Of the things that must be 1719|When the world stands as it did, 1719|Slight as it stood before? 1719|Know first of things she said, 1719|And the things she foresaw, 1719|The longings, heartaches, hopes, fears, 1719|Of the little children that he would have, 1719|And the little souls she had for him. 1719|"Of men on the world's road-side 1719|Not as travellers they take in hand 1719|Things to hold and carry thence, 1719|For they think it otherland 1719|From the face of things he knows. 1719|"But they, the humble ones and tall, 1719|That sleep like little birds in tune 1719|With the great winds, have ever kept 1719|Tenderly their gentle hearts, 1719|To keep such little ones alive, 1719|The little souls they might have. 1719|"Knowing that, in the great world's way, 1719|What men have is, and is not, 1719|While he knows that God is good, 1719|The worlds are not the same as these. 1719|"A man has not a chance of living, 1719|A man must live, being born, 1719|And must put to death the thought 1719|Besetting his life with doubt. 1719|"No man has a chance of living 1719|A chance of being of speech. 1719|For speech, like air, the wind might break, 1719|Or the sun, a thing of light, 1719|Struck by some beast of earth or sea, 1719|Hither and thither goes it driven. 1719|"No man has a chance of living 1719|A chance of being of deed. 1719|For deed is life, and life is life, 1719|Not air, not labour, but the need, 1719|Being born and not put to death; 1719|"For man's life is life of body, 1719|And life of soul and sense, 1719|Which is as wind, though it blow from sky above, 1719|Or water, from aught of earth or sea. 1719|"No man has a chance of living 1719|A chance of being of deed, 1719|And not as air, not labour, but the need, 1719|Not only as wind blows, but by fire; 1719|"For fire and water are the same. 1719|And thus he lived, and thus he must, 1719|Till that he might be known and known. 1719|"The King of the sword knew him, 1719|Wherever the war-god did find him- 1719|A knight in armour who could wield 1719|A spear and who was keen and true. 1719|"He knew the thing that needed done, 1719|For his hand was strong to do it. 1719|And many times at noon he came 1719|Into the battle for him- 1719|No sound of slaughter in the air, 1719|No cry of man against man. 1719|"He knew it all, nor knew it less 1719|Than a man's soul by fire begot, 1719|A need, a thought, a thirst for thought, 1719|A hunger, and a thirst and a doubt, 1719|And a great sea that cannot fill, 1719|While the great sea of the years that end- 1719|The great sea and the great King! 1719|"And when the time came he laid it down 1719|He sat in his grand good-will, 1719|And there is no man to tell it, 1719|No book to tell it, nor pen-- 1719|Only the little stone-bound book 1719|That lies upon the table, 1719|As he sat by the pillar of speech, 1719|Striving to speak it, uttering it, 1719|To hear and not to hear. ======================================== SAMPLE 43780 ======================================== 18238|Till the heart of each one of us 18238|Is madly telling its love-tale. 18238|"I do not love."--My lord, you smile! 18238|You know I mean it. 18238|"I do not love."--You know, I smile! 18238|You know I mean it. 18238|"I love not."--I love not, only you 18238|Know it. 18238|"I love not."--No, I love you better, 18238|You,--You, 18238|You cannot see your love! 18238|"I love not."--I know I mean it. 18238|You know I mean it. 18238|"I love not."--No, there is no love 18238|In all the heart 18238|Of you who kiss your husband on the mouth, 18238|Whose hands in your embrace 18238|Befit your poor wailing, 18238|Whose soul is as a fated stream 18238|Tumbling to waste, 18238|Whose limbs are as an empty shade 18238|Through the dark of the mist-land. 18238|In vain your tears, in vain your sighs 18238|Are sweet, 18238|In vain you seek, in vain you catch, 18238|The sun, 18238|The shadow, the light, the blue 18238|Of love. 18238|As I rose by the white river's brink, 18238|I saw two eyes, which, far away, 18238|Were both sad; 18238|And I said to the eyes of mine eyes, 18238|I love thee; 18238|And my heart said to the heart of mine heart, 18238|O love me! 18238|All the days, and night and day, 18238|Thy heart's dark eyes, 18238|Have shown me a world unknown 18238|To all men; 18238|A world which I would enter and see 18238|Sorrowing, and still, 18238|As the dawn comes dim and still 18238|Through a fog of morn. 18238|But as I looked from my heart, 18238|And I thought of what love said, 18238|I thought my heart might have been stirred, 18238|And awoke; 18238|And if I then were to see 18238|That world where my eyes would see 18238|Such eyes in all men's eyes, 18238|I might not smile again. 18238|For the night wind in the leaves 18238|Is a little silent ghost, 18238|And the sweetest thing is he 18238|Who sleeps. 18238|Singing through the trees, 18238|Dipping among the flowers; 18238|Lovers of snow, 18238|Snow-birds, and birds of love, 18238|Husband and lover, 18238|Pining, dreaming, weeping, 18238|Heard a lover song. 18238|As the soft white light of a star 18238|Drifts over us, 18238|So your sweet heart of fire 18238|Turned me cold, faint, and drear-- 18238|Doubt and terror and pain! 18238|I have found you, O friend, and my hands are full of roses, 18238|Filled with fragrance, O love, and you are in me like a brooding dove! 18238|O my love, O lover, O star, O brooding dove and you! 18238|Laugh and forget me, my beloved, and let the roses in me fall! 18238|He took the golden key 18238|From my desk of wood, 18238|And set me by some dim, dim lights. 18238|And, trusting to my eyes, 18238|He struck me with the gleam 18238|Of flameless _lamps_. 18238|He sat me on a terrace, 18238|And gazed at me. 18238|Till I grew faint with horror, 18238|And thought evermore 18238|I was a mere boy made pale 18238|While a great lion grewl 18238|In the forest far. 18238|And as I trembled so, 18238|He kissed me, 18238|At last, in the dusk. 18238|And as he laid me down to die, ======================================== SAMPLE 43790 ======================================== 941|And you all say you care. 941|'Mong men, he seems to be 941|One of the race, and one of the proud, and one 941|More thoughtful-hearted than he looks, and yet 941|There's something in his manner that speaks 941|Of a high purpose, a resolute will, 941|And a masterly, determined mind. 941|And you've a right to be proud of him 941|For being honest as well as gay; 941|For being strong, as I understand, 941|And for the things he thinks and says, 941|And for his words of wisdom and good cheer 941|And for the things he knows about his country 941|And about his god. 941|And the children here, too, 941|And I hope some day when they can distinguish 941|By look alone or by sound alone 941|From what some other people know, 941|And hear without seeming to hear it, 941|From what they may not feel, 941|Will always know what it is that's the right 941|And not the wrong. 941|And many a time I go here 941|In the snowdrifts to watch him 941|When the winter hangs over him here 941|In the northern lands; 941|Or when in summer on meadows 941|The snowbirds come and go. 941|With eyes that are open and wide, 941|And laughing and listening and loving, 941|The little snow-ball man 941|Comes out of many a dream and mood, 941|And seems to say: 941|"I am your son! You see me, 941|But I am wiser far than you are! 941|"I am looking and listening, listening and looking; 941|But you are not a part of the story 941|That is here. 941|"You must love me for I love you to-day. 941|I am glad that you are looking so calmly, 941|I am glad that you are watching and listening, 941|"For I'm glad of myself! 941|I am thinking of you, and I am thinking. 941|I am thinking of myself so intensely, 941|"I am here; I am here in the snowdrifts, 941|I am thinking of myself so heartily, 941|"So proudly and so pitifully." 941|So it is he can be so sure 941|That he sees a man there 941|Who knows of the truth that he knows, 941|Of the greatness that he is, 941|Of the greatness that he is. 941|And this little snow-balls, I pray, 941|Are his little mother's, the little sisters 941|Who come to him here in the summer, 941|In the winter, when the snow drifts 941|Along the lonely road of the forest 941|In winter time. 941|And I think that they are watching and listening 941|To the words of the man in his wisdom 941|Of the glory and the grace of life and of love; 941|For I know that the man here in the summer 941|Was wise of the truth, 941|And the man here in the winter was wise, 941|When he faced the cold. 941|They have watched and they have listened and 941|Followed the words of him who speaks now, 941|And knows what is spoken by me here 941|And what is heard by me. 941|I hope that they know of the man whose face 941|The world will look to in many years, 941|When the old man of the road has come back 941|And the old face is gray; 941|And this little mother and little sister 941|Will look at this small man here who's waiting. 941|He is all my dream, 941|An old familiar picture of the same 941|Life of my heart from childhood: a woman 941|In a dress, a cross that is burned 941|Upon its stalk, and beneath the cross, 941|He is kneeling, as the holy cross. 941|He will pray as any man praying has prayed: 941|"I am sick with ======================================== SAMPLE 43800 ======================================== 38566|He that omits an art, and leaves his art without defence, 38566|Or, on that art relying, leaves it undone in vain. 38566|The hand that wrote, the hand that read, the hand that designed, 38566|The ear that struck, the eyes that fixt them on the screen,-- 38566|All these at last must yield to the strong arm alone, 38566|Or perish in the hands of the strong arm alone. 38566|So, too, the poet. By the hand alone 'tis bent, 38566|For all must yield; no cunning or wit or art there be. 38566|There was Art, there was Style, there was Art, there was Style; 38566|'Twas there, and there she stood, in front of earth and heaven: 38566|Him, who stood at the left hand of them all, 38566|In front of them all, and made them tremble and fear, 38566|While the dark clouds of the night hid heaven from the plain; 38566|The dark clouds of the night which, through the night, he threw, 38566|And cast from his eyes lightnings that quivered and shook 38566|Like hail when lightning rends the hills and leaves the plain. 38566|So he died by his own hand, and left the poet alone: 38566|And yet these two, and there were many other souls-- 38566|There were few; but we have found a hundred souls too, 38566|Of equal faith to each other, equal deeds to do. 38566|There were three poets living at one time, 38566|And all who sing or speak must turn to their view; 38566|For they are all here, and the last poet is here: 38566|He is the first who has not left here a new line to know. 38566|The third poet, too, to give us a new line, 38566|Is here, and there, and everywhere. The third poet's name is he-- 38566|'Tis the third poet who has left a new line unsung, 38566|Which none but him may see and tell; it is he the poet, 38566|And his is the last new line that he has written. 38566|We have found his new line, and seen the words he has spoken; 38566|Our eyes have seen their brightness and their brilliance, 38566|And our hearts have known what light they have sent to the poor, 38566|And we are like to think that some few days hence, when 38566|We view the poem that he has written, how pure, how good, 38566|How dear to any mind as the heart that it hath moved. 38566|The last poet's poem, indeed, is the poet's first, 38566|For we have found his first; and he, too, is gone from us all. 38566|The eyes which know not the light of his eyes can see not 38566|The glory of his eyes; and the poet's new line, indeed, 38566|Is the new poem we have read, and not his old line. 38566|How small art thou! and how good, and yet the heart too big 38566|For one to feel! I am no longer a guest at thy door; 38566|Thy strength is the strength of a whirlwind, thy hand the might 38566|Of all the storm, and none shall escape it in its height. 38566|Thy face is the face of the night, and its beauty is pure 38566|The splendour of the night, and its beauty is vast as the sea; 38566|There is nothing the love of a lover can more adore 38566|Than the sun looks into a day that has sunk to its close: 38566|But thy face is a face that welcomes the day, and the night, 38566|Thy voice is the voice of a song, and no one can take it more. 38566|In the day's sweet splendour thou wert as lily and rose, 38566|And when the night's dark shadow o'er thy life was driven, 38566|I, too, with the night's dark shadow in my heart were caught. 38566|And then--and then--O thou didst smile upon the sun-- 38566|And then did the day that the sun was wont to greet thee, 38566|And then did I greet thee, and then wept for our lot: 38566|O thou wert welcome to me that I ======================================== SAMPLE 43810 ======================================== May be, she knew, 25794|She had to hide her wounds 25794|At that sad stroke to stay them. 25794|All the children ran to look 25794|At the wound she had received. 25794|As they hurried up the stair, 25794|To the little cottage door, 25794|"What a pity, poor old thing!" 25794|As they came, it suddenly 25794|Chimed in a low voice so true, 25794|"What a pity, poor old thing!" 25794|So the mother came to you. 25794|You could not see the sin, 25794|But you heard the tears that came; 25794|And the tearful women came 25794|For your husband's lost control, 25794|For you both were all too weak 25794|To maintain the fight. 25794|You had thought and you had done 25794|All in pity of the poor, 25794|You had thought, but you had dared, 25794|You had done but love the wrong 25794|That had slain the rights of men. 25794|To the children you gave bread; 25794|To the aged you took leave, 25794|You had cared for poor old Susan, 25794|In her weakness, grief and smart, 25794|Brought you back her last good-bye. 25794|With your love-sick eyes, 25794|Your poor heart was aching 25794|For the sight of her son, 25794|With his poor old face 25794|Saddened and sorrowing. 25794|In her arms she held him; 25794|Bared her bleeding young face 25794|To his cold, pale, glassy eyes. 25794|While the women looked, sad tears 25794|Stained your face with blood and soot, 25794|She would never hear the word 25794|"Not my child! the worst of all, 25794|'Tis my child she wails, not I." 25794|Oft the mother's prayer 25794|Has been heard in prayer; 25794|But the children say 25794|You have changed, and turned away! 25794|You have changed your way, 25794|Your heart is dark and cold. 25794|In your anger and hate 25794|No one now remembers pray, 25794|But she said she will not hear 25794|If you said you were the child 25794|Now my heart's aching 25794|For that lovely face! 25794|I shall love the little white child in the glen, 25794|The little white child in the glen; 25794|The little child in the glen 25794|Is an ill one and a loving kind one, 25794|And one that I have longed for awhile. 25794|I shall lie and watch him when it sleepeth deep; 25794|The little white child in the glen 25794|Will be my good nurse, my friend, my guide, 25794|When it sleepeth deep and quiet is its eye. 25794|O little white child in the glen 25794|In the quiet of the night! 25794|The glen sleepeth and sleeps so deep 25794|It seemeth but the dead, 25794|A little white boy is watching thee, 25794|And thou shalt sleep again. 25794|For the life of the world shall ne'er make bright 25794|The glen when old age doth bring 25794|The life to the glen so fair to-day, 25794|O little white child in the grave! 25794|The sun of the summertime burns hot, 25794|I hear the cry of the little child in the glen; 25794|It cryeth "Mother," but his tearful gaze 25794|Turneth away from the sun and the night, 25794|For his thoughts must fare back to the little white child. 25794|O beautiful, my brother, thou art old, 25794|And still thou art not old enough 25794|To know that the love 25794|The heart holds dear 25794|For its long-lost child, 25794|And never can reach his own 25794|Like the love of thy sister to me. 25794|Thou hast been fair, as the little moon 25794|To child and man who gather at play, 25794|And all ======================================== SAMPLE 43820 ======================================== 27195|'Way back in those old time days I used to 'rassle 27195|A-wicket at our home in 'Grenada, 27195|With my brother, and we'd eat the food that we 'd brought 27195|From out the little kitchen of our sally. 27195|There weren't no sassy cooks, you know, 27195|With a sassy diet; 27195|But we'd eat the good things that we brought 27195|When we 'd got the biggest appetite. 27195|The rice, and the fritters and the beans, 27195|With the jolly old oysters; 27195|The bread and the omelets and the chops, 27195|And the meat, the meat, the meat, the meat! 27195|When my brother and I'd got through 27195|We'd eat the food we brought back; 27195|But the rice and the fritters we would not eat 27195|With the sassy old schnapps! 27195|We had a pickle jar with us, 27195|A pannikin and a tin cup, 27195|A loaf of good bread, and a paw, 27195|A piece of good butter, 27195|A pack of good butter, 27195|And a can of good apple-tarts. 27195|We had a pickle jar with us, 27195|With spoons and forks and mops; 27195|But we didn't leave much time for soap, 27195|For we didn't have to wash. 27195|We didn't leave much time for soap 27195|At all when it was time to eat! 27195|The last time we went to bed 27195|We left behind us a heap of soap, 27195|For to use on next day's soap! 27195|One paw stood on a box of toothpicks, 27195|And the other paw stood on a box of lint, 27195|And we both stood on a box of soap. 27195|In the box on the shelf above my head, 27195|Was the soap of my dreams; 27195|And underneath was the toothpicks and the lint-boxes. 27195|In the box above my head, 27195|I saw a pug and a bear; 27195|And it was a fine dream of a pug and a bear 27195|If the dreams that I dream by night 27195|Were put into a box of soap! 27195|The wind is in my room; 27195|My hair is blowing free. 27195|Now it is time to go to sleep; 27195|I'm out a good long ton. 27195|Now a big fat cat 27195|Came toddling through the door. 27195|He snorted and he snoreed; 27195|And then he leapt down stairs 27195|And he lay down by me. 27195|He rolled a big fat face; 27195|He rolled his big fat chest. 27195|He yawned and yawned and yawned; 27195|And then he jumped out of bed, 27195|And yawned and yawned and yawned. 27195|He yawned and snore'd and snore'd, 27195|Until he was weary, too; 27195|And then, out of the darkness, 27195|Up I heard a footfall. 27195|What should I do but run? 27195|I am a sleepy, sleepy mouse, 27195|I am a sleepy, sleepy mouse. 27195|The birdie sang on the window pane, 27195|It waked her as sleepy as can be; 27195|He sang all the quiet hours away 27195|In the quiet stars outside of the sky. 27195|The birdie sang all the quiet hours away, 27195|And the little stars did like birds of a feather, 27195|And the stars did like birds of a feather. 27195|The little birds of a feather and sang 27195|The song no one could hear far on the roadside; 27195|But on the lips of the people most dear, 27195|The birdie, and the stars, and the people there. 27195|The flowers in the garden, they say, 27195|When they are young are sweet; 27195|And sweet as that which they were born, -- 27195|The earliest roses. ======================================== SAMPLE 43830 ======================================== 38529|"I see the sea-waves roll away"-- 38529|But, ah! my heart, my heart, with thee 38529|I see a land of promise land, 38529|"I see a path to happiness 38529|As far as man can stretch his mind"-- 38529|But ah! my heart, my heart, from thee 38529|I see a path to misery land. 38529|"A land of sorrow, a land of grief-- 38529|What are these other shores unknown?-- 38529|"A land of folly and despair-- 38529|The land of sorrow and despair."-- 38529|"A land of pleasure and eternal rest 38529|To those that have not tasted woe;" 38529|But what is that?--a land forlorn 38529|Of happiness?--"No, no!--they that have"-- 38529|A land of woe, to those that know: 38529|Yet, when I see the land of woe, 38529|"And those that will not go to hell-- 38529|"A happier land, I say, I swear"-- 38529|A land, indeed!--so much more fair, 38529|"But, ah! my heart, my heart, behold 38529|"It is a land where pain and woe"-- 38529|A land of sorrow and despair!-- 38529|And the sun, that's golden, shines, 38529|Where the world shines not. 38529|Oh God! no light of our eyes should there 38529|Be dimmed or maim'd by that wild sky! 38529|Yet, in the morn, when the sun is gone, 38529|"What I have seen"--it will seem but dream, 38529|But what remains to us to say, 38529|"But what is left of joy and right?" 38529|So much, indeed, is left, I own, 38529|While sorrow daunts us in the strife; 38529|That when at evening we arise 38529|To gather the morn's unheavened dust, 38529|The night will be a happier day, 38529|Yet, ah! my heart, my heart, behold 38529|Our only hope shall be in Thee, 38529|For, with a mighty heart, and hand, 38529|We wait the day when heaven shall end. 38529|"The great day dawns-- 38529|We wait, we wait-- 38529|We wait and wait." 38529|"I wait and pray. 38529|I watch, what time the stars unclose 38529|Their great golden eyes to give us light. 38529|The night is here-- 38529|We see the light-- 38529|We greet the star-- 38529|For lo! the morning dawns. 38529|"There is a world-- 38529|But who shall name it?" 38529|The year's in a whirl. 38529|The stars are out--"Fools all, and all, 38529|Who only hear the whirl-- 38529|The day's a fraud. 38529|"Time comes to me, 38529|To me, but never to you. 38529|Go, oh! go and try, 38529|If, my friend, you be not fooled. 38529|All day--for who dares think or dream-- 38529|You stand and hear the whistling wind." 38529|And thus to a stranger he complains, 38529|In the midst of the wildest storm. 38529|"Ah! you are strange to me, 38529|Whom Nature hath given to Thee. 38529|A wanderer from the earth, 38529|Be thou my guide to some far shore 38529|Where I shall be forgot." 38529|Thus much he had to say; 38529|When the light of the sun 38529|Was in his eyes restore'd, 38529|His eyes were opened more than before 38529|He knew the land that was waiting for him. 38529|"Come on, come on, 38529|And carry me away, 38529|And soothe the heart of my mother to-morrow." 38529|The year's in a storm-- 38529|But who shall tell you 38529|Where we may shelter? 38529|Let me and you go 38529 ======================================== SAMPLE 43840 ======================================== 18500|But aye, still will I remain, 18500|To linger by thee still, 18500|And never, no, never 18500|Come unto the midden-maid, 18500|That I may meet my darling, 18500|And part with thee, dear Mary! 18500|The deil he couldna scaith thee! 18500|He couldna scaith thy sweetheart; 18500|But wha could lose thee, sae weel, 18500|For a few gude lang summer? 18500|Is there a blude den ye know? 18500|Is there a blude that's fit for me? 18500|Oh, I'm near in love with thee! 18500|Oh, I'm near in love wi' thee! 18500|The Lord was in our cave; 18500|We sinned we were undone; 18500|But what care we, say the scholars, 18500|For the Lord is in their house? 18500|They tak' us in: what harm 's alaw? 18500|It is na; our sin it is. 18500|They tak' us in: what harm 's alaw? 18500|But wha tak's our sark in the eye? 18500|Oh, ay, a' may I be sarkless! 18500|Oh, ay, a' may I be sarkless! 18500|The deil he couldna scaith us! 18500|Oh deil he couldna scaith us! 18500|My bonnie wee Lawren, Johnnie, 18500|What waur lade me ony? 18500|Let twa and three on us play, 18500|We'll tak' 't awa's wark. 18500|We'll tak' 't awa's wark, Willie, 18500|Lile o'er the birk sae weel, 18500|And let na air muckle chere, 18500|But ken their auld mou'. 18500|What waur lade me ony? 18500|Oh! I'm near in love wi' thee, 18500|Oh, I'm near in love wi' thee, 18500|And lass, I ken it is na mine, 18500|I lo'e thee mair than a' the rest. 18500|We'll tak' our troth, and we'll tak' 't, 18500|The ane that has a stane o' wit, 18500|The ane that's naebody saw, 18500|He's the man we want to-night. 18500|Thou hast been at my bairnies' door, 18500|To hawse, to hawse, to the kye; 18500|To the kye thou hast been to see, 18500|And the kye is thy lane. 18500|And now, on the crest o' thy fame, 18500|A ghaist to thy bonnie black e'e 18500|In a' thy life for ever, Johnnie, 18500|I'll a' belasthry fere. 18500|Whaur will a' our auld-farrant boys be 18500|To hear, my dear lad, their say, 18500|Whaur has your auld-farrant sisters been 18500|To you, and to me? 18500|And can ye gang a-down the laird, 18500|Or where the gentry are, Johnnie; 18500|In a' the town, and wad na spier, 18500|Or wad say na a word? 18500|But gin ye gang the pride o' favor 18500|I' th' nick o' thy breist; 18500|I' the lap o' thy fere, my Johnnie, 18500|That auld e'en may guess; 18500|There's no house in this som'er-sweer town, 18500|Whaur day nor night but thou canst be, 18500|And a' thysel' sae stately. 18500|And then, my young sirs, to you, 18500|I' the larnin ye gang; 18500|I' the stock, and the thriddon, 18500|I' yon fair kirk ai yon shop. 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 43850 ======================================== 27297|And, through thy light-beaming glance, I caught the sight,-- 27297|How could I look back and forget? 27297|All through the day 27297|The moon-flecked lights 27297|Of moon-flowers played 27297|Upon the night-time's lilies blue; 27297|But I was afraid, and so I did not seek; 27297|And, when the midnight was dark, 27297|The moonlight seemed to fall 27297|Through cracks in twilight's rim, 27297|And hide itself in dusky hollows dim, 27297|Where only shadows walk, 27297|And the soft dews fall down in softest showers, 27297|And never the breeze that shakes the willow flowers 27297|Of a summer sea. 27297|All through the day 27297|The world's bright eyes 27297|Seemed strange and far; 27297|I felt no tears as I went to sleep, 27297|Where the moonlight shone in twilight ferns; 27297|All through the day 27297|The winds did whistle shrill. 27297|I listened, wondering where they all might be, 27297|But, through the day, 27297|I did not cry to her, that I did not care, 27297|And, when the night was dark, 27297|The moonlight seemed to shine, through grove and leaf, 27297|And never the wind that stirs the willow leaves 27297|Of a summer sea. 27297|The nightingale so sings 27297|The nightingale so sings. 27297|Through the night of night, 27297|The night of night, 27297|In the dark, dark wood, 27297|He sings, he sings! 27297|The moon in the blue sea 27297|Had lighted on a lily 27297|That stood amid the sea that lay 27297|About the moon-beams white and bright 27297|In a far-away, far-away land, 27297|With a garden in her golden breast, 27297|And the waves of a silver sea 27297|On the white sands like floating gems 27297|In a windless, crystal lake, 27297|With the golden water-lilies that swell 27297|And the water-blossoms that wave 27297|In a breeze by the moon-wandered land. 27297|The nightingale so sings 27297|The nightingale so sings! 27297|The waters of the sea 27297|He sings, he sings! 27297|I hear it ringing soft and low, 27297|Like the song of a bird in song, 27297|Singing a love-sad strain, 27297|Like a sea-bird in twilight singing. 27297|--Oh! how fair was it, that land so fair, 27297|And so soft was the water and air, 27297|And soft were the dews upon its flowers, 27297|And soft the dews upon its meadows green-- 27297|And fair was the singing that came, singing then, 27297|Through the light of the night in a windless, crystal place, 27297|Of the golden sunset on the golden strand 27297|Of the land where the moonlight is golden still 27297|And the waves float o'er the golden moon? 27297|--All to the far-away, far-away lands, 27297|Where the nightingale sings 27297|The nightingale sings! 27297|I am so weary and sad 27297|Of the way, the way. 27297|For the light is so faint, so far, 27297|And the darkness like a leaf 27297|Across the sea, 27297|Sheds its sadness and all its pain. 27297|I am so weary and sad 27297|Of the ways of the sun. 27297|For the moon looks at the sea, 27297|And the stars, and a sky 27297|Dark, starlit, and beautiful. 27297|I am tired of the ways of God 27297|In the ways I have 27297|Of the ways of the sea and sky. 27297|Ah! I am so weary of the ways with the sun, 27297|And of the ways with the stars, 27297|That I am weary with the ways of God with ======================================== SAMPLE 43860 ======================================== 1383|Or what, as a slave to one that holds his cup? 1383|No more we drink of this. 1383|He is gone. No more we drink of this. 1383|'Twas that, not his faults, the wrong he did 1383|That brought him forth. 1383|But we are sick, and sick to the core, 1383|What with the cup and his wrong he slew. 1383|Who made him slave? the slaves of lust and greed 1383|That bribed, deceived, and sold him. A name 1383|No man could earn. 1383|Not we; and his. Not we. 1383|As a slave would we serve it; as a slave 1383|We will obey. And 'tis he gone out, 1383|The wrong to another, and the gain to us! 1383|Shame on the fool, if his blind hand had let 1383|Its venom run; 1383|And its ill will 1383|Pry as of those 1383|Who bought the joke and bought the price. 1383|For all his bluster, its ill is ours, 1383|Our loss our pain; 1383|And ours the blame, 1383|Who in a common hour 1383|Fool'd our great conscience, and we made a wrong. 1383|We are as sots as any other lot, 1383|For we lost the slave; 1383|And, when wrong has purchase, for his wrong 1383|Doer to serve; 1383|And, when right is ours, 1383|In God's name, 1383|Is ours to make good our wrong! 1383|And thus let us stand, 1383|Or turn our faces hence, 1383|And see with slow 1383|Long vision through the mists of death, 1383|And tremble at a face we cannot see; 1383|And see in black guise 1383|What we in white will never see, 1383|Or, if we see, 1383|Draw out the rope for evermore. 1383|It is the hour when, with his feet 1383|Upon a foot-path, 1383|O'er-wearied traveller, stands the fool; 1383|And he who, from the crowd of men, 1383|Was born to fight, is now at rest. 1383|The fool is lying down. 1383|This was the world, the land that fed, 1383|The sun, the air and the water, 1383|The flesh, the flame, the air's desire: 1383|No more; and thou, O fool, shalt die! 1383|For he who lies down to rest 1383|Will rise and rise. And thou, O fool, shalt die! 1383|It is the midnight before the sun 1383|Had sunk to rest. In the darkness 1383|Before the dead light, 1383|On the open ground, 1383|The red fire gleamed 1383|And caught the shadows. 1383|A little child had run to call 1383|His mother, who in the high sun, 1383|As in a dream, 1383|Slept, while the others slept. 1383|She woke, but waked not in her bright 1383|And laughter-loving pride to call. 1383|But a spirit-child 1383|Of the fire's breath 1383|In terror, and by night awoke, 1383|And to its mother's door, 1383|And with sad words of warning 1383|The mother answered; and she cried, 1383|"See, I am here! 1383|The flame that made me, 1383|Has risen in me!" 1383|Now on his bed of straw 1383|The fool lies listening, 1383|For the sleep and the fire have made 1383|His eyes large with dreaming. 1383|Sleeping for aye is his dream, 1383|For the fire is not sleep! 1383|His face is black as lead. 1383|The flames upon his pillow 1383|As in a prison! 1383|The fool is at rest; 1383|But he is dreaming, 1383|And his eyes are full, full 1383|Of fire and of light. 1383|The fool is in sleep. ======================================== SAMPLE 43870 ======================================== 20956|The winds their clamor heard, 20956|And their dark banners floating up 20956|From the waves were borne to me. 20956|O'er the hill with the wild-flower crowned 20956|Frost sat on the frosty top; 20956|With the pine the cypress shook, 20956|And the water-nymphs sung. 20956|They danced a jig, or danced a jangle, 20956|And their voices did me dizzy; 20956|They danced a jig, or danced a jangle, 20956|I'm sure they do'd me much grace. 20956|And the merry bells, a-booing, 20956|With their pealing jingle, 20956|Did me much grace and honour, 20956|As I turned and followed their ring. 20956|The blackbird and sparrow flew 20956|In from all the fields up-tree, 20956|Where the early flowers were springing, 20956|And each field itself did spring; 20956|But I heard not one word said, 20956|To the point, where they both did stand. 20956|I stood a little while--for sure 20956|This change-- 20956|This change will always make it hard, 20956|But I can't endure a change! 20956|I must change once, if I must; 20956|I will meet with a stranger 20956|My new friends in the way of flowers, 20956|And I shall sit on a hill, 20956|And watch the clouds, a-lying, 20956|Till they break on the way of men. 20956|Yes, as I was speaking, the day 20956|Did appear, 20956|And the clouds were all of a yellow; 20956|And I looked out at the window, 20956|And lo! I saw the sky, 20956|The yellow heaven, and the blue, 20956|The clouds, and a star overhead! 20956|As my feet went up the stair, 20956|My voice did say, "Hello!" 20956|And she bowed like a little maid, 20956|And she went her way as dutiful. 20956|And I'll stand in the way of the change; 20956|And no more shall a stranger be 20956|To my home as dutiful. 20956|I'll stand up and be true 20956|I hope I shall, 20956|If I live and go to the grave, 20956|I hope I shall. 20956|For I have seen the light 20956|Of things to be, 20956|And there's little left but to give 20956|And little left but to keep. 20956|I wish to die in peace, 20956|And give my heart to God-- 20956|But I can't; I'll never be true 20956|If I do not, I know. 20956|But that's why I go, O heart of my heart, 20956|To give my heart to God, 20956|But I can't, I know. 20956|And I'll stand up and be true 20956|I hope I shall, 20956|And I love, O heart of my heart, 20956|When you are dead, 20956|And you were all that's left; 20956|And I'll stand up to do the best 20956|That I love, O heart! 20956|You were all that's left, O heart of my heart, 20956|When you were dead. 20956|Then I'll not cry who shall come after 20956|With the light, 20956|When you are dead, O heart of my heart, 20956|And there will be no more weeping, 20956|No more sighing and moaning, 20956|No more weeping and moaning 20956|When you are dead. 20956|Ah! the sad road to the West! 20956|Where lie the weary dead, 20956|All shivering and cold; 20956|They passed in the twilight lonely, 20956|And passed in the moonlight bright, 20956|And yet each time passed like a tear, 20956|Ah! the sad road to the West! 20956|It passed by the smitten crags, 20956|It rained upon the foaming shore, 20956|And when the weary mists ======================================== SAMPLE 43880 ======================================== 1279|The mair I ken ye; 1279|Or ony mither an' her mither 1279|Will tell you the woefu' folk 1279|That dwell about the kirk, &c. 1279|When, 'cause they were weary o' their play, 1279|And nane o' them care'd to frolic or roam, 1279|They sat them down and spak to their mither, 1279|To tell her how kind she'd been to them: 1279|"Now, by my faith! kind and gentle is she, 1279|To my kirk and me she's evermore: 1279|And she wad ne'er be willing to blame, 1279|If I come and join my kith an' kin. 1279|"For she wad ne'er accuse me of shame; 1279|But she wants the langest clipt ring: 1279|She wants the softest soil to grow in: 1279|A kirk an' county's both her ain. 1279|"For she's never in respect o' mine; 1279|But she wants a kirkward e'e 1279|For want of a kirkward e'e, I trow, 1279|A' day that I ken her e'e. 1279|"I wish I were as proud as my mither, 1279|To wait upon hir till my time's out: 1279|Then I'l join my kirk an' kin an' say grace, 1279|The which my kirkward e'e she'll get." 1279|O what a scrawl o' sorrow! 1279|And sorrow it is deep and black; 1279|Yet the tears will start in your e'e, 1279|An if they do, they will start at me. 1279|But O, how I lo'e my Bennie! 1279|He's a noble comrade true: 1279|Wi' his e'e he is as light as the dew, 1279|An he's wi' his soul as black as the dew. 1279|I 'll neist the dear morrow gi'e him, 1279|When o'er yon Howe o' Sullivan glour, 1279|To see him mony auld baytchenings 1279|Sae roughen'd and saucy and brown. 1279|Ye canna gang yon kirkyl hie, 1279|Wi' your auld baytchenings a' fu' fand, 1279|Wi' ae sma' sma' to pay your respects! 1279|Ye canna gang yon kirkyl hie, 1279|Wi' your auld baytchenings a' fu' fand: 1279|O, it will break your heart to greet, 1279|Wi' your auld baytchenings a' fu' fand! 1279|Now hame, my bonnie Mary, 1279|My only, dautit dame! 1279|Why should the haase ye pine, 1279|While the carle ye hae left? 1279|Ye 're braigh-ta'en awa' to Bow, 1279|And Fare Thee, O Mally Blank! 1279|I hae a wife an' she is the bane, 1279|To me she 's ayey sweit out o' hame, 1279|For ae whim o' her mother was her stay, 1279|And bade me take care o' her ae week. 1279|The mither gaed awa' to braving far, 1279|Her auld, brown face frae my ken, 1279|For, wighting fifty dollars in glee, 1279|I wadna have baith the leal, young dame. 1279|My wife has been maist o' my ain, 1279|I dinna spen half her powers o' might: 1279|For the auld baytchenings are ay sae hing'd, 1279|They have michtle her and him awa'! 1279|There wa's my Margaret o' the treen, 1279|And O, my little bairn, I weel ca'd ye, 1279|Tho' thou wast a fairer, tastier cherrie, ======================================== SAMPLE 43890 ======================================== 29993|In my own dear garden. 29993|This is my story. I did not begin it, 29993|But I thought it right to let it end; and this, 29993|At least, is what it began. 29993|I have been through the haunted house, the court, 29993|The dungeon, the tower! and now I stand 29993|Where the great church-bell rings in Saint Gildashee! 29993|But the ghost of me was gone, and I know not 29993|If I follow after with my tale or not. 29993|I am dead, and that is all, and I am standing 29993|By the white-walled garden by the lone grey church, 29993|And the little white flowers in the white-walled spring, 29993|And the gray wall at the end of the garden wall-- 29993|But I am there, and I am with you in the night, 29993|And my story is not finished. 29993|And it may be the story is not ended-- 29993|Some one said to me so, that you should come 29993|Into the dark, to stand by the white-walled door 29993|Where the great bell rings in Saint Gildashee! 29993|I had but a word for a sad soul who went, 29993|The while you lived, the best of souls you knew, 29993|To the grave in the North, and did not come. 29993|And all you said, and all you dreamed of these years 29993|Of the soul returning, and the ghosts of the dead, 29993|And of the silent places, and the light of night, 29993|Of the night-sounds and tales, and the light of the moon, 29993|And the sweet night, and the sweet soul. I heard naught 29993|Of all the soul's dreams; but for all the soul said 29993|To the soul called Mary, or to the dead 29993|Who dreamed before he slept in his grave, 29993|There was one word that all but my soul knew not 29993|(And only I know what it said); 29993|"_Forgive. Remember. Call. Return to God!_" 29993|So I come. 29993|But I stand alone 29993|In a long, still garden. 29993|And I say that if you come to my side 29993|I cannot say, I cannot try to make 29993|The grace of your presence mine. 29993|"Forgive." 29993|"Remember." 29993|And the long, white walls of garden feel 29993|More like cold, hard stone, as I stand here, 29993|Than any soul. Now must I say to you: 29993|"Forgive, forget!" Yet it is hard to say, 29993|I know. Ah, now I know. Ah, now I can 29993|Speak,--"Forgive!" 29993|What if I should be too hard to say 29993|"Forgive"? What if I should say, "Remember"; 29993|And I found you in the garden! Say 29993|Not "fear"; speak slowly, and with care, 29993|I pray you, speak "forgive"! 29993|But in your face. 29993|There is a place in all the world 29993|For me, and only for me; and only for 29993|A place, and only for a face, alone, 29993|And I would go there. 29993|And even there alone 29993|Some one shall stand and hear me,--a God or a Devil,-- 29993|Speak to me softly, and between us two 29993|Save me from sorrow. 29993|The stars of the night, 29993|The moon that shines, but dares not shine so dark, 29993|The stars of the night, in the sky of the sea 29993|That trembles and darkens for a weary land 29993|All night;--are they not stronger than Death? 29993|All night the black waters, 29993|And the storm, and the deep sea,-- 29993|Blind, in a sick surprise, 29993|All night the black waters, 29993|And the storm, and the deep sea; 29993|Blind, in a grave despair,-- 29993|Blind, all night, ======================================== SAMPLE 43900 ======================================== 2732|And my little one's a gallant soul. 2732|And he's a little lily-white lass, 2732|And so she's a chladdy of Westmorland, 2732|And a beautiful flower, and a lovely lass, 2732|And a bright rosy cherry lass, 2732|And she's a darling, and a very fine lass, 2732|And she loves a little lass. 2732|But a man that's a fine flower, 2732|And a lovely lass indeed. 2732|And a darling, and a lovely lass, 2732|And she's a dear lass. 2732|How glad am I of the poor lonesome lass, 2732|How glad am I of her simple faith! 2732|How happy am I with my little boy, 2732|(Oh, why wilt thou be with me?)) 2732|And her dear little smile, 2732|How happy am I. 2732|'Twas a Sunday morning, and all was still, 2732|And no one to be seen through the half-open door, 2732|When one street car did run a half-hour late, 2732|For a poor old woman with a child did wait. 2732|All night long and from dawn to dark did wait, 2732|Without or within, without or within, 2732|But never a soul did sleep till morn, 2732|And then she crept through her thick night-cloaks through: 2732|One eye is aglow, and the soul is bound 2732|With the link of a love-triumph, 2732|That holds the hearts of all our years to her, 2732|And the love of her life to my heart by night. 2732|And how she doth smile, 2732|And laugh, 2732|And laugh! 2732|I am not proud that I'm like her, now: 2732|God help us meet in soul once more; 2732|But now this woman of her looks makes 2732|My life a dull, uncertain dream: 2732|I wish I could get in that prying way 2732|And find her love for ever there. 2732|So on she speeds, and on she speeds all day, 2732|Till she comes to the spot where the child does stay, 2732|(Oh, I did love that child, I knew his face!) 2732|And the pale, pale child-face she admires: 2732|It takes the first sweet breath of life away, 2732|To let in earth's little heart for mine own. 2732|And she sees it, and she claps her hands 2732|(Oh, no! I cannot put it in a word) 2732|(And the child looks up at her with so glad speech, 2732|I wish I were his mother, but I'm no mother!) 2732|That all the world seems gone, and is gone; 2732|And the sky is red, and the world's a fire, 2732|And the child-soul is a mighty fire-stroke: 2732|But I do think that the little one feels 2732|A hand upon his shoulder, and he lies 2732|As still as a statue without a hair: 2732|And he's thankful for the sun, and he's thankful for the rain, 2732|(And I wish that I were his mother, I do, too!) 2732|For the poor comfort that he knows is hidden 2732|Deep in the bosom that he holds so safe; 2732|And the soul that is all its treasure 2732|Seems much bigger than the sum of its wealth: 2732|And there grows a kind of comfort, I guess, 2732|About what the soul means when it speaks out loud. 2732|I am grateful for each day 2732|That slips away 2732|And I see the shadows 2732|Of years 2732|Closing around me, 2732|As the night 2732|Of all my life 2732|Steeps round in the light, 2732|And the twilight 2732|Rests on me; 2732|And the silence 2732|Sighs through the hours, 2732|And I sigh in sadness 2732|O'er all of my days. 2732|For life is not its aim ======================================== SAMPLE 43910 ======================================== 2130|(That's how in general I think,) 2130|We've the same sort of things, and then: 2130|You can count the whole of our great Parliament, 2130|And you would not get a man that was not royal." 2130|Then he stood up and said--"Sir--Madam; 2130|At this moment at Court I have been 2130|To see the best thing--A play of Fete. 2130|All things have now been bought and sold, 2130|And all have been put up for sale." 2130|Thus they spoke for a year together. 2130|"The world," says one, "has come about 2130|In an orderly way, 2130|As you see the whole of it now." 2130|One answered--"And you and I, 2130|We then would change places; 2130|It is strange how things should change 2130|So orderly and so fast."-- 2130|"Now, Sir; I am the king to you, 2130|But I have no one now! 2130|You will find in my old self 2130|A thousand times as good."-- 2130|He spoke of the throne, and the crown, 2130|The palace, and his old self; 2130|Of everything in his houses, 2130|And at last he closed with this-- 2130|"A world you should have no fear 2130|Of me and my old self." 2130|So he spoke of the universe, 2130|And the universe and said, 2130|"Now, Sir, your great eyes have looked 2130|On infinite worlds: 2130|Wherever God's name is carved 2130|In gold on the pillars here, 2130|On gold on stone, 2130|On ebony that will not speak, 2130|On a thing that will never wake, 2130|I have been here, 2130|God has made me so, 2130|And all things are now mine." 2388|A.W. Schroeter 2388|Kritze, Gartner's Research Associate 2388|My mother taught me to read on the knee 2388|The plain word words of the Bible and try 2388|Which were the goodliest, sweetest, 2388|Then I would turn to the book of the Word, 2388|And list; for the thought of my God seemed then 2388|Like a dim dawn--and then dawn'd again, 2388|For the sun was a great star, 2388|For the night of death, for the night of life, 2388|For the last of days, death of God is born with the babe. 2388|A.W. Schroeter, "The Story of the Unfortunate Young Girl," in 2388|A.W. Schroeter, "The Story of the Unfortunate Young Girl," in 2388|G.A. Prior, "A Tale of the World," in G.A. Prior's book of Modern 2388|And thus in the long nights 2388|Of the long hours of the night, 2388|When my heart had its rest-- 2388|The sweet-breathed moon 2388|A moonlit mountain held, 2388|To give her light a rest; 2388|The sun, a star, she saw 2388|On that moonlit mountain. 2388|While thus in the long nights 2388|Of the long hours of the night, 2388|She lifted his head; 2388|And then his heart and his soul 2388|She closed up for fear. 2388|And therefore of him she said 2388|The words which are still writ,-- 2388|That God is no less than a brother 2388|In you and me, but in his own 2388|He too is a brother, 2388|In you and me. 2388|This is a tale of a girl and her girl. 2388|It is told of the child and her girl; 2388|It is told of the man and his girl; 2388|A boy and his girl, who for love and ire, 2388|And hope and grief, for delight and need, 2388|Cried out, with their cry of all wild beasts and wild birds, 2388|That are at enmities for the name of a thing, 2388|Or the name of a place,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 43920 ======================================== 9579|So when I heard of the brave young men 9579|Of the Far-Side, who, had things their own way set, 9579|Had found in Christ the perfect solution 9579|Of their probity and worth, I said to myself, 9579|"Who knows but this may be our Far-Side too?" 9579|And, in my busy mind, I spoiled away 9579|The day a thousand times,--all for the purpose 9579|Of getting to that place; for God's dear sake, 9579|Milton, the great sophist, foresaw 9579|The thousand things that I could see not see, 9579|And, with the pencil of his genius, wrote: 9579|"There is no room in this place for you; 9579|"Therefore to make room for somebody else 9579|"This title will not do; title false! 9579|"You say 'Far-Side' but make it truth 9579|"By swearing this is your Far-Side at all 9579|"(Remember how the Pharisees swore, 9579|"And why this oath was taken, "long ago,") 9579|"This title will not do; it lies 9579|"From you and all of your good people here 9579|"Abjured as fiction, and not to be." 9579|No; I have found as it were an alter'd Asia 9579|At last upon the world's stage; and there, 9579|As on that in Eden (which was fair), 9579|I saw the new created creatures bow 9579|Ceaseless, unmov'd, and submissively 9579|Shine on me and admire me; yea, myself 9579|Seem'd less to me, as from their eyes I knew 9579|They gazed; and, from the look of them, I seem'd 9579|More to them than in the angel hallowed place 9579|Of old delight. There, what had seemed to me 9579|So very far away, there, in the light 9579|Now given me, seemed to me, indeed, in the 9579|Familiar place of passing ladies fair; 9579|And when I look'd behind, 'twas as if all 9579|The things I lov'd, in distance, faded away. 9579|For, while before me, angelically 9579|The proud Seraph in his splendor stood, 9579|Adown the tourmaline, the azure bay, 9579|The lucid light of Tarshish, and the gold 9579|Of myrtle both, from holy places far, 9579|Kept his bright gaze upon me; and the sage, 9579|As if complicit with my soul's deep care, 9579|Wagged his great head, and with his finger tipped, 9579|Fix'd his large eyes upon my side, and saith, 9579|"Mark! mark! This is Venice." 9579|Yet more 9579|I saw the angelical form of Honoria, 9579|Far other than in glory. For, while past by 9579|Where stood the old church, and up its arch-famed 9579|Factory by the river side, another spot 9579|Presented itself to my unseeing eyes, 9579|Emergent like a fresh-enchanted flower 9579|In sanctum by a wall of foliage made 9579|Garden-like, of varying verdure, rich in hue, 9579|And bloom unspoiled thereof; while round and round 9579|The plants flourished and flourished. But my sight 9579|Failed in me, and something—something I cannot tell, 9579|Perhaps a cloud, a shape, a mood—surpassing bleak, 9579|Blotted out the whole region, thin as Isops blaze 9579|Beyond the Kara,—rushed on, and almost blind, 9579|Coming at my van, before I knew them real, 9579|And rushed complete with fury on, nor cared 9579|If I fled too; for what I could I would not try. 9579|At last there touched me, as by lightning seized, 9579|A sudden and complete eclipse, like that which comes 9579|If sunlight quits the solid earth at the coming down 9579|Of the strong sun; and I lost all power to move, 9579|Motion nor root nor stem was in me, and death 9 ======================================== SAMPLE 43930 ======================================== 36702|If the man's to blame for the mess? 36702|I don't know! I'll trust his judgment, you know. 36702|I can see where they've got 'em with the ladies 36702|To take care of themselves. 36702|I've known the girl that was 'most a queen, 36702|In all the land, 36702|The girls that couldn't do a thing but smile, 36702|And the men without a trace! 36702|My mother's on the job, and it's cruel, 36702|But she'll be right on, 36702|And so'll the boy! I'm only five or so. 36702|I can see what is coming, in fact, 36702|When the baby's in its play; 36702|But I don't see all through this mess, I know. 36702|But the man's got to have his share. 36702|The man is an old and honest fellow, 36702|And the baby's gone, 36702|And he's made his peace with that. This ain't a joke. 36702|They'll make a fool of him if he tries. 36702|He wouldn't stand this with me. 36702|But he must have his share. 36702|Well, I'll go and see him. 36702|If I do, my dear, 36702|He's going to be in a sad plight, 36702|In spite of all his heart. 36702|I'd rather see him 36702|Stuck in a cage that's bigger than his own! 36702|It wouldn't look well, 36702|And it wouldn't prove very good for him. 36702|If he gets there, I'll have to say good-bye. 36702|What's the good of being very big, 36702|With a head that's all you might have 36702|In this great world, 36702|With all the people to meet? 36702|I love it! I do, sweetheart. 36702|But I love how they'll talk to me. 36702|And I know that I shall see him soon. 36702|I heard, one day, 36702|A child exclaim as he walked 36702|Down a high street with arms outstretched, 36702|That he would soon be king. 36702|I heard a woman who had married, 36702|She said she thought it queer and strange, 36702|That she would have no one to dress 36702|For her, and walk about the town. 36702|She said that she would do as they do, 36702|They must be so far from home. 36702|And she would do the dishes too! 36702|And clean the room and do all. 36702|She'd do the dishes but she couldn't do 36702|The work herself. 36702|And I've been sick with worry 36702|Over the poor little girl. 36702|Her father would sit on the stairs 36702|Watching the baby jump, 36702|If the two should make any noise. 36702|Her mother would ask if the boy 36702|Would like to marry her, too. 36702|Her brother would be so startled 36702|That she'd never come home again, 36702|She'd have married the one you see, 36702|Whose father was never the same. 36702|And so she didn't, 36702|And the two lived in the street together 36702|Till she died. 36702|And the baby, 36702|Who was then only a baby, 36702|Would always call for the mother 36702|To come home to keep off disease. 36702|The women would work as best they could 36702|To keep their little girl alive. 36702|And every night when she lay close 36702|In the arm of her mother, I ween, 36702|They'd talk of the future that lay between 36702|And the one they'd never see face to face. 36702|And then, perhaps, another night-- 36702|But I don't know what they would have done 36702|Had they seen it coming, or feared. 36702|And the baby would have been frightened 36702|If some one would have whispered in his ear 36702|He would never take out his gun. 36702|That's what they'd hear at last ======================================== SAMPLE 43940 ======================================== 27885|But the wind at my window is a-blowin', 27885|'N' the trees are a-blowin', 27885|An' the rain is a-blowing, 27885|So up in the trees I sorter bustle, 27885|An' the rain is makin' me sleepy. 27885|I've heard the sound of a footstep soft 27885|Upon the leafy alcove, 27885|But I heard it not, like a wind-blown tune, 27885|That I so proud greet in song. 27885|I've seen a dimpled footstep light 27885|Upon the leafy alcove, 27885|And a smile beaming from her lips sweet, 27885|But I never, never must have dreamed 27885|That they would give me that kiss. 27885|But that my life had left such a debt 27885|For the heart of a dreamer now; 27885|For the music, the voice, and the kiss, 27885|And the joy that came of the heart. 27885|And oh, when the dark night gathers fast, 27885|And the wind shakes leaf and sail, 27885|In the quiet of the night I know 27885|That the heart of its music shall be mine. 27885|The day I met and I parted 27885|In the day that was then; 27885|The day I sang and I parted, 27885|And he listened, and I listened-- 27885|But his eyes are dim with tears 27885|And his hands are folded-- 27885|He, the faithful one, the friendless friend, 27885|Will never hear me speak. 27885|He, the brave one, the faithful one, 27885|With the eyes that still glisten-- 27885|The eyes of the silent ones, of the dead, 27885|With the hands that will not grasp-- 27885|He, the faithful one, the friendless one, 27885|Will never hear me speak. 27885|The one I used to kiss, but cannot now; 27885|The one I held, and the one that was mine 27885|But the one I left, for the one was thine-- 27885|That was mine by right of the ties that were thine 27885|And the one I loved, but I have not been thine 27885|Since that sad life began. 27885|My dear one, all too young 27885|To grasp the promise 27885|Of years to come-- 27885|The one who loved me 27885|With a passion young, 27885|And, when his hand was cold, 27885|With a passion warm, 27885|Is no longer mine. 27885|He can die, if he will, 27885|Or he can betray thee; 27885|But the fault in his part, 27885|That can not betray, 27885|Is the fault of self, and a vain faith 27885|That cannot see the future's dawning. 27885|And the hope, like the fear of the springtime, 27885|That was in my heart I shall never sever, 27885|But keep, as a flower of blossoms, 27885|Ever bright and fair to the soul. 27885|In the shadow of the world the breeze of spring 27885|Sets music notes for every heart; 27885|For Love, with the heart of a star, 27885|Shines on the face of the world to-day. 27885|For Love, with the heart of a star, 27885|Shines on the face of the world to-day. 27885|Love, thy name is joy and awe, 27885|And grief and fear alone, 27885|A great joy of wonder and grace, 27885|Universe without end. 27885|Like a dream that is only _given_ to smile, 27885|For Love, with the heart of a star, 27885|Is Love that we may come in God's own time. 27885|Love, with the heart of a star, 27885|To my dark, untried heart I speak. 27885|No matter what may have fallen through me, 27885|If I am Love in God's own time, 27885|I shall be _His_ Love in the end of days. 27739|"_Vivisection"--Page 16--" ======================================== SAMPLE 43950 ======================================== 615|A good excuse to take me by the hand, 615|And I would go with thee but in a huff. 615|"What man would be content with a black thrum, 615|When he would see his lady in the way 615|Of him, more valiant than ever on earth." 615|The king with his own eye sees his good right hand 615|Rise in the form of Cephisus, and him 615|With many foes before him, to the gate. 615|They meet on the left; where the tower is, side by side, 615|With the wall and battlement on either side, 615|That the foremost man the cavalier could tell 615|Had been or ever was in the wars of France. 615|Him, as he crosses yonder garden-gate, 615|Sees with much fear his heart's blood fill his mouth: 615|So that, when he is at so great a cost, 615|And with so little loss is him, he cries; 615|And from the wall his steps in safety retrace. 615|The rest, who have to cross so long a way, 615|Are moved with pity and with more respect, 615|As they that in the city of the Moor 615|Remain, by chance, have here their dwellings; 615|And this, that swerved to the left for their abode, 615|That is, which is in great need of repair; -- 615|-- The same whom in the midst the warrior be 615|Sturdy, and whom on his back, and shoulders broad, 615|As a wall, is built without its work, 615|And of the same colour as the grass, 615|-- Whence the great tower to make the castle fair. 615|When they in the wide hall a view have gained, 615|That they a mighty force before them spy, 615|That for so little time had made their way 615|They were but to have made a month of toil; 615|"This is our king, who evermore, by grace, 615|To many nations from Afric hath run; 615|And that he of these warriors was the cause, 615|With whom no other could thus to France 615|By land nor chequer board; yet, all this while, 615|Through the world he has kept unbroken course, 615|And evermore has gone to ill or good. 615|"We on this side see the king that drives away 615|The people, on that side, who have the prey: 615|Euodius, who shall conquer that array, 615|Shall see the people of the Moor again; 615|Or that, their king, from whom they both drew fall, 615|Thee will to vengeance bring, against whom the fates 615|Have ordained as all their foes in one array, 615|Those who the Moorish warriors have withstood. 615|"To whom, with mighty power, and mighty gear, 615|Haply of kings, of warriors brave and tried, 615|So that all else were hidden from our eyes, 615|The king appears to us, which is so sore 615|On this side, that I scarce can say, -- but here 615|So many foes, at a dash, he has to fight." 615|And since to fight the time there was no room, 615|The duke that he would send a guide instead, 615|Loved Rogero, and commanded him thence, 615|Through the thickest woods, to go about 615|Where he Belacqua of the martial tide 615|Was meeting: him the warrior's orders told, 615|And promised by him would to the Moor 615|Fair lands and castles, and a city be, 615|Theire, if he should with the company abide. 615|Rogero to the knight of lance replied, 615|As he to her, -- "Belabouring me to move: 615|Since of such great worth 'tis said that you're famed, 615|Your prowess to the world I gladly tell. 615|"But not to fight in such an ill-fated field, 615|But that this day your arms are of a lie; 615|So I with ease can turn away the foe 615|Before I from your lance have made in flight. 615|"But he who from the ground above is hight, 615|And who, what time the sun for evening sets, 615|Upon the top of this the duke will show, 615|Who of your arms has ======================================== SAMPLE 43960 ======================================== I shall take my rest; or ere the last day. 1287|When I'm gone, you may see me; for it no one knows. 1287|THE WORLD'S WORSEN: a novel of modern French verse. 1287|THE WORLD'S WORSEN: a novel of modern English verse. 1287|"IN the days of old there was a King, 1287|And all the fairies that he had, 1287|All of a sudden, they rose up then, 1287|And in that world arose four 1287|And fought it out, and they beat him down 1287|And took the sceptre of the land!" 1287|The King, he rides a-courting now, 1287|And a King's Son's for good o' chancing! 1287|THE KING'S CHILD,--an ode for a young heart. 1287|THE KING'S CHILD,--an ode for a fair heart. 1287|"My fair one, my fair one, 1287|That thou art blithe and happy, 1287|To me thy love dost grieve; 1287|For it must needs be hard 1287|To be one of the fairies, 1287|To be one of the fairies, 1287|To be one of the fairies, 1287|To be one of the fairies. 1287|With thy cheeks as red as roses, 1287|And thy body white as snow, 1287|Thou cannot find the world 1287|Of others so dear, 1287|With thy soft eyes and rosy lips, 1287|And thy rosy body white. 1287|The King, he stands there smiling, 1287|As he sits upon his throne, 1287|And a King's Son's for good o' chuckling, 1287|A new King's for ever chuckling! 1287|And as the King says, so does it, 1287|For every one of these 1287|Is a friend in high heaven, 1287|And a friend in high heaven, 1287|And a friend in high heaven! 1287|A NEW King's for ever chuckling! 1287|And as the King says, so does it, 1287|A NEW King's for ever chuckling! 1287|"Dear children, come hither, come hither, 1287|To play in our shady valley, 1287|And learn from us of the "Volkamen", 1287|And of the "Rigstons" and the "Aberfeldys", 1287|And of "Harmston", and the "Villa of St. Paul", 1287|That you are but little kids, 1287|And only boys and girls, 1287|With cheeks as red as roses, 1287|And bodies as white as snow!" 1287|"Dear children, come hither, come hither, 1287|To laugh in our velvet glade, 1287|And learn of the "Yachtsman", 1287|And the "Yachty", and the "Gentlemen-tongan", 1287|And of "The Floyser", and the "Lovestocking", 1287|And of the "Prince", and the "Royal Prince" 1287|That you are but little kids, 1287|And only boys and girls, 1287|With cheeks as white as roses, 1287|And bodies as red as snow!" 1287|"My merry daddie's in my bosom, 1287|My merry daddie's in my breast; 1287|What can he want with my treasure, 1287|My treasure in my bosom? 1287|If a thing be like to be found, 1287|Let him freely possess it! 1287|If a thing be like to be found 1287|Let him freely possess it! 1287|A THROAT and a BACCHANT are a joy to my taste-- 1287|I love both, but neither's quite the same to me. 1287|If a word be a crotchet, 'tis both crudity and fudge; 1287|If a word be a crotchet, it's both crudity and fraud. 1287|My father the tailor, 1287|Was but one of a many, 1287|And if he didn't say "No" to me 1287|He would be like the ======================================== SAMPLE 43970 ======================================== I will go out where the wild winds blow, 30599|And bring him to the river that rolls by, 30599|Wash-lashed and sunless and sweet. 30599|With his blue eyes and his golden hair 30599|Like the lilies that grow in his feet! 30599|_Cries of the dead king in a dream! 30599|He hears them: then up rises the sun, 30599|And like a dream-flower he rises again, 30599|Sings to the moon, and they pass away: 30599|Only the stars watch: he will come soon._ 30599|_King John and his sister, who sleep 30599|On a green bank by a little brook, 30599|Piped together one long, songful rhyme, 30599|_Though the words be but three, for three! 30599|They heard, and now the rhyme is over, 30599|And love is dead, and love will never die, 30599|And the stars see, but they do not heed, 30599|All loves are but the stars that they see, 30599|They know not, care not, what love is, love!_ 30599|And a star saw him passing the brook 30599|And piped him a long, slow verse of hers; 30599|And he laughed as he whistled away 30599|The lovely rhyme that he whistled so, 30599|Sang along by that brook and the brook 30599|Was born of a love too strong for words. 30599|But the star saw him and whistled him back, 30599|With a voice as of some very sweet 30599|Great music of joy that he piped and laughed, 30599|And the love of that little, little brook 30599|Was King John's heart, and it was cold as clay. 30599|But all the night the moonlight danced by, 30599|And the stars he heard and he looked at her, 30599|But he could not understand a word 30599|Of all that little, tender music of love 30599|While he was wandering afar in the night._ 30599|The sun shines on as of old 30599|The olden sun shines on. 30599|But the hearts of men are cold, 30599|And the hopes they once knew 30599|Are as old tears as the stars, 30599|Deep red with a dream. 30599|They are old, old loves, and the old loves may wander 30599|From the olden path to the oldworn path, 30599|But the heart of the old loves may never know a dream 30599|That lies deep in the olden heart and holds the old. 30599|And now, long since the roses are red, 30599|With a dream as of old, 30599|There gleams the olden sun, 30599|And the olden sun looks out. 30599|But it will not be long before 30599|The roses fade and the sun goes down, 30599|And the dreams are no longer heard 30599|While the old, old loves sleep in the olden place. 30599|The wind from the Isle of Wight 30599|Comes to the tree and sings; 30599|And birds are singing all day 30599|Their amorous and sweet songs. 30599|The Isle of Wight is red with wine 30599|That flashes from the sun, 30599|And the Isle of Wight is white with snow 30599|That shivers in the blast. 30599|The sun will rise before the wind 30599|And the night-gowns will be ours; 30599|And the birds will make love to us 30599|Till the earth is a-cold. 30599|The Isle of Wight, its dales are fair, 30599|With many a fairy ghost, 30599|And the sea-gulls come and go 30599|With the sea-doves' hymn. 30599|The sea-gulls come to the Tree of Wight, 30599|And leave their love and hue, 30599|And, with a sound as of a sigh, 30599|They bring, at last, their queen. 30599|The wind has found and kissed her hair 30599|And made her his by-word, 30599|And the sea-gulls will bring to thee 30599|Their ======================================== SAMPLE 43980 ======================================== 1830|And the day-dream was in vain. A dream 1830|Of a storm with rain on the storm-clouds. 1830|At last, when the sun was at the height 1830|Of his glory, and he saw and heard 1830|No longer thunder, or lightning, but 1830|The distant roar of the river's tide 1830|Swooning, like a creature of sorrow 1830|Under its own despair--and yet 1830|Stronger and all more strong than he who spurned 1830|The evil road 1830|That led him to a world of lies--and 1830|Fulfilled himself with the knowledge that 1830|He was a man. But his spirit said no. 1830|When once he was man, his body said 1830|No; his spirit, mocking, replied: "No! 1830|Man, this is a world that doth not care 1830|For the great souls that in the great old time 1830|Seek out their birthright, and the truth comes not: 1830|The days are dead, the land still is wild." 1830|So, by his spirit's words, God gave the man 1830|The knowledge that his life was lived, and not 1830|A single minute could pass and be his 1830|And his the soul's, in its true worth and strength, 1830|To help the soul with thought-writ books. 1830|And how his being ended. When, at last, 1830|Through all the years, had been his death-bed; and how 1830|That, as night, was the death-bed for him 1830|As he lay in that dark eternity 1830|Is still the problem of the poets and the sages, 1830|Still is the perplexed mystery of the sages. 1830|For all their wadding tells 1830|Of the old tale-book they read of so long ago, 1830|And how there fell 1830|"At dead of night (the tale-book told) 1830|Down upon a bed 1830|Of flowery hay, 1830|A maid arose and went, unseen, to find 1830|A man asleep, unconscious of all but love; 1830|And there she bade him set his feet to stir 1830|The flowery hay, until his heart should leap, 1830|And she should kiss him and caress him and call 1830|Herself upon him, and the man be whole. 1830|But what was the man's fault but this to rise 1830|And pluck the grass in the cold moonlight, 1830|And set it in a blaze 1830|To light the way to meet him to the gate? 1830|And was it then the man's fault that she rose 1830|And set the fire in the grass, and blazed away 1830|In the low light until he sank to sleep? 1830|Was it a woman's fault but she was fair, 1830|And there was none could match her for beauty, 1830|Till, o'er her fair face, the waves of blue 1830|Poured in a cloud. A nightingale, her face 1830|Had a beauty that was lovelier far 1830|Than any glory of the stars, or moon, 1830|Or sun; and if he watched her while she went 1830|To light the way to meet her, and caress, 1830|No beauty like that of a man could hide 1830|And over the mooned hay-bed she went. 1830|A gentle breeze was in the wood, a breeze 1830|That seemed as though it would stir the leaves, 1830|And change for one from age to youth and age, 1830|The old man and the youth, the woman and maid, 1830|Before the soft, unseen feet of that tree; 1830|Then rose one branch from bare and brown to lush 1830|And green; and where it fell, the branches caught 1830|It up, and as the moss was thick and green 1830|And the wind came as it should be, it came 1830|And held the boy and touched him on the cheek 1830|To kiss the freshness of the young blood there; 1830|And as they moved to kiss, the man and maid 1830|Were not less fair than any maiden now 18 ======================================== SAMPLE 43990 ======================================== I think, and love too, a child, 2732|Whom Nature has made the very sex, 2732|And, if a woman were not so, 2732|So would that child be,--as all men be. 2732|But oh, when I behold him so, 2732|My heart is so vexed, and his good boy, 2732|How would I if he had the mind 2732|Of me for a moment to hold 2732|And guide this child into a path 2732|Which I may not let him see. 2732|The child's first friend he doth eschew, 2732|And in the forest stands and laughs. 2732|The boy's third friend is the bird, 2732|That in the garden laughs and sleeps. 2732|The boy's fourth friend is a bird 2732|In the garden, who is silent always. 2732|The boy's fifth friend all birds is, 2732|And I would take all birds from him. 2732|The boy's sixth friend is a book, 2732|Which in an ark the boy has sought. 2732|The boy's seventh friend is a book 2732|Which I have bound up, and now read. 2732|With all these friends--how vain 2732|To find the way to gain his goodness!-- 2732|The heart of the child, which was not free, 2732|Wakes the likeliest to the like-minded. 2732|As when the fire of a flame is kindled, 2732|And the first spark suffuses the whole 2732|With its sweet glory, so when his face 2732|I see, the whole heart of him glows-- 2732|The boy's eyes bright and his cheek is white, 2732|And his voice with a melody is heard. 2732|No longer of the winter the winter 2732|So long has been silent-- 2732|In other realms it comes 2732|And brings the sunlight. 2732|No longer of the winter the winter 2732|Itself so long has been silent, 2732|For from a bird's song 2732|All the world is free. 2732|No longer of the winter, the winter, 2732|Itself so long itself has been quiet, 2732|So when the wind wakes 2732|In all its guileless strength, 2732|The sun that gladdens it 2732|Shall light the world. 2732|My days of sorrow 2732|Are all the years I have. 2732|No longer of their gloom 2732|Do I remember, 2732|I am only sad 2732|Because of him I loved. 2732|I thought, 2732|The world was dark, 2732|And I must weep-- 2732|O tears, 2732|I loved but once; 2732|O tears, 2732|You can never hurt me now. 2732|Oh what a fearful moment! 2732|What a fearful step backward! 2732|A cry of anger, 2732|A look that was defiance, 2732|A step that would make a wall. 2732|To make a wall of tears! 2732|I had the heart for sorrow! 2732|The heart for pity! 2732|For all its bitterness. 2732|I had the will for action, 2732|For deed, for action! 2732|And now, ah, now, 2732|To feel that tears 2732|Would maim the strength 2732|Of life-work that I sought. 2732|What are the things I mourn? 2732|The things I have and loved-- 2732|I have been many, 2732|And many more must die. 2732|If this be sorrow, 2732|Why do I weep? 2732|If this be death, 2732|O me, 2732|How often hast thou spoken! 2732|How often hast thou said, 2732|And all the while I slept? 2732|How often hast thou wept? 2732|I have been many, 2732|And many more must die. 2732|To-day has a strange event come about, 2732|And my little one has died in the wild. 2732|To-day I shall feel a strange sensation, 2732|I am not very well ======================================== SAMPLE 44000 ======================================== 1279|"The deevil is made strong; 1279|The curse of the devil is made strong, 1279|With pow'r to torment and chafe. 1279|Then let this heart in sorrow's pangs, 1279|Be tortured like the hart; 1279|To torment, torments, torments bring,-- 1279|O the time is sure as hell!" 1279|And ever the fiends that cursed him, 1279|And ever the prayers that he used, 1279|As if by magic he should calm, 1279|Still made him sick and sore. 1279|And would not the King of that land 1279|Whom God and his people had doomed 1279|To be their new King? 1279|But God then refused to grant 1279|His prayer with such power to arm 1279|The infuriate King of Spain;-- 1279|That when the King was sent forth 1279|To lay Torture at the feet 1279|Of Europe's giant host, 1279|If any hope could he muster, 1279|To save him from despair, 1279|His foes, by whom the war was fomented, 1279|Should work his ruin.-- 1279|So Torture lay in deepest thought 1279|By the strange action of Man: 1279|And when he next did look upon 1279|The bright white fields of France, 1279|Upon the solitary King 1279|He saw a form perchance 1279|The morn had seen in England's sight, 1279|And on the air with wonder gazed,-- 1279|But no such sight could he behold. 1279|Then he determined to repair 1279|Abandon'd all mankind; 1279|To England's land, and freedom's shore 1279|He'd come, and there his tale unfold; 1279|And though the King of Spain still more 1279|Appeared to pity, he had sworn 1279|For better sight no English eye 1279|Were void of wonder. 1279|But the mad monarch, by his chain, 1279|Was seen in all that spot. 1279|For from the King's enthroned throne 1279|Rose wonder in his ears: 1279|He thought, is Man our foe or friend? 1279|And will that we forsake? 1279|But he an ancient country claims 1279|A friend in the new King. 1279|With all his mighty host of men, 1279|He leads a mighty host o'er the plain, 1279|And with their leader, the Fiend, they must! 1279|For the spirit of the ancient ages fled, 1279|With his disciples, the demoniac Powers, 1279|To gather in a greater dread, 1279|When from the Throne of God they're sworn 1279|To wreak their tortures on mankind. 1279|The King of the Indus, the morn, 1279|Ruled in the heaven of light: 1279|The Prince of woe and misery, 1279|In his court sat the Chief. 1279|His palace was on the shore 1279|Of the dreadful Gonyak, 1279|And his throne above the wave, 1279|When the sea was still. 1279|The sea he's raised to his breast, 1279|The waves to his robe; 1279|And the waves obey, and roar, 1279|To his torture bent. 1279|The sea he's raised to his breast, 1279|The waves to his robe, 1279|And the waves obey, and roar, 1279|To his torture bent. 1279|There stand the Kings of the land: 1279|Each in his woe below, 1279|With their crowns of purple wan, 1279|They gaze upon the face 1279|Of that ocean dark and high, 1279|Whose waves can ne'er o'erpass, 1279|When the Lord of the dreadful wave, 1279|Who reigns in the Heavens above, 1279|Has raised the wave whose roar 1279|Bears Arabia's dreadful coast 1279|From rock to rock! 1279|It may be thus befalls 1279|A weary man to climb a tree 1279|In summer's hottest hour: 1279|And, from the branches spray-spr ======================================== SAMPLE 44010 ======================================== 28591|Of loving, patient men. 28591|We see in dreams the world afar, 28591|But the dear things we see are near; 28591|We hear the murmur when the stormy sea 28591|Bears me up and meadow-flowers hoar, 28591|And the deep peace in the morning hour. 28591|Then, God, we seek in fear and trembling, 28591|As through the mountain, stream, or grove, 28591|The secret and immaculate heart 28591|Of God's elect. 28591|Lord, when thine enemies 28591|In tumult all are gathered, 28591|Thy voice will melt the cloud, 28591|And thy Spirit lift the sable, 28591|And save Thy chosen from harm. 28591|Then, God, help us in distress 28591|To understand 28591|That Thou art our only hope, 28591|And that all tears of this world 28591|And all our bitter anguish 28591|We leave on Thee like water 28591|And like a sigh would fail us 28591|If we failed in Thee! 28591|Our Father, in the steadfast truth 28591|That bids me fear no deceit; 28591|Oh, send this holy spirit 28591|That cheers, inspires, and saves! 28591|The world is a fearful world, 28591|A fiery and tumultuous place, 28591|Its passions fierce, its laws uncertain-- 28591|But who would wish for the desert, say? 28591|Its hopes and fears a balanced scale have cast, 28591|And it is mine to choose the good or ill; 28591|To choose, and not to carry, true delight-- 28591|The great and small joys of life are here, 28591|Its soft and lily to be for and for 28591|The weak and strong and healthy the while. 28591|To choose the good, and choose the right; 28591|The good to do and not to tarry; 28591|Truest friends at last to be chosen for, 28591|And strength for those who need it still. 28591|A wise and tender-minded brotherhood 28591|Bent low to listen and obey, 28591|Who came, with gifts of vision clear, 28591|And, with a smile of perfect trust, 28591|Held with low reverence, and held 28591|The ways of God that God might see him right. 28591|He knew that he was born for Heaven, 28591|He knew that he was born for love; 28591|The world was all he knew, and he 28591|Did all his thinking on that face. 28591|He knew--and he did say it low-- 28591|That to be good was God's own task; 28591|Love, strength, and life, he found, were there 28591|To make him strong to do his part. 28591|He knew his great responsibilities, 28591|And chose his works to follow; 28591|Yet when he saw his flock, what made 28591|His heart, so soft and lowly, swell? 28591|What made him pray? What made him wait? 28591|Why did he leave his happy place? 28591|The world was all he knew, and he 28591|Could see the heavens like the sea 28591|With all its great things before him. 28591|He heard it say: "Come now; 28591|This is the hour--come! 28591|O son, be thou, like Him, 28591|The servant of thy God!" 28591|God spoke through Moses' lips, 28591|The prophet took his bread, 28591|And blessed each little word. 28591|He wrought through Elias' hand, 28591|In years and seasons old, 28591|The Lord's will being done. 28591|He spoke through David's lips, 28591|And in his name we did. 28591|The King of Israel bade us say, 28591|"I am come to save, 28591|Yet will not I all-save 28591|For all the nations round. 28591|For they shall be all desolate, 28591|Whose flesh and bones, 28591|And bones and souls no longer, 28591|In their old sin and gloom, 28591|My Father's house as well! ======================================== SAMPLE 44020 ======================================== 1727|The one who took up with the maids and made her his 1727|companion, but not by any means long remained behind her. 1727|He caught her in bed and bore her out to the sea shore; for 1727|that he feared she would make the journey alone and seek his 1727|laid hand again. To this end he sent his servant to call 1727|Hector and see if they would go with her, although he had a 1727|great deal of trouble that his master's favour was not yet 1727|rewarded enough to bring it. Toiling for six days and nights 1727|through the night, Hector brought her from Helenus' house into 1727|the town; yet even then the suitors kept getting richer. 1727|On a day the daughter of Actor, a noble widow, named 1727|Mastor, wife of the actor Alaster, went to see Helenus 1727|and his daughter's father, for she and her maidens were making 1727|crawfish of their house. When they got back home, Helenus 1727|began to order back and plunder everything that was in the 1727|house, which of their own free will they did. Then Helenus 1727|took the girls one by one to a dance of the black dances, 1727|where he was dancing to one chorus, where he made much of 1727|the dowry. These, no doubt, did not get the idea, but were 1727|still merry for all their troubles. 1727|The next day, however, came the worst of all in that 1727|manner from Troy. Menelaos is going to bring the daughters 1727|out of home into a great free-flowing stream towards the sea, and 1727|they are to wed each other. This will vex poor Helenus; the 1727|daughters are wed to her by their father. But he knows his 1727|turn to lose his house and his children, and keep on making 1727|praise to the gods; if, then, Achilles' horse can carry 1727|the spoils off and come back to the house of Peleus to pay his 1727|fine out of the money that the gods give him to pay, he will 1727|keep on talking as he is wont to, and is to be seen for it." 1727|And Ulysses answered, "Dear child, why should you be 1727|distraught, if we are going to make harvests out of your 1727|garden? You have brought the field into being, and your 1727|eyes have seen it. As long as we have had eyes to see it; 1727|we have seen it already. But when Ulysses is coming to 1727|get us, that is when we must start on a new plan. We will 1727|then send a slave, and send a very fine man, whom we trust 1727|will come to us and do us the work we shall have to do.' 1727|"This," said Helenus, "is the best answer. I can see 1727|now that the plan you are hinting is no mere bluffing. I have 1727|learned, when my return has been promised to me by Ulysses, 1727|that he is a man who is much like Peleus. In his father's 1727|house he often told me that he thought he should come home 1727|worse than he did. You can see all this. We do not know all; but he 1727|sees all, and when he speaks Ulysses will hear. Our house 1727|will then be left, and no longer will we have children, so I 1727|will go to go and see; for no other one will do as I would 1727|and so long as Ulysses is still there, and I am still in the 1727|country." 1727|Neptune replied, "My lord, what an impudent thing would it be for 1727|the house of Saturn to send an outlander, who comes 1727|home but once, and who will come here and there several times 1727|with his daughter, to get his dinner and make him use his new 1727|mothers as his mother, and then drive him away and never see 1727|him? I will not hear it." 1727|"And how can I help him?" said the herdsman; "we do as he ======================================== SAMPLE 44030 ======================================== 1304|Hath he been at their heart-- 1304|They are gone for evermore! 1304|O, were I the Queen of the East, 1304|The Queen of deserts and seas, 1304|What should I care to ride 1304|On any quest to-day? 1304|If it were only my duck! 1304|My wife has a duckling, 1304|All by her mother's side. 1304|The sun shines here every day, 1304|But my duck will not rise. 1304|O, were I the Queen of the West, 1304|The Queen of highlands and mountains, 1304|Who should I fear to defy? 1304|Puss, my wife at night! 1304|I saw your face a dozen times! 1304|Puss, your duck will never rise! 1304|Why do you wait, and sweat and squirt, 1304|And squirt and squirt and squirt? 1304|O, I am waiting for my goose, 1304|And my goose is waiting for ME. 1304|Your goose is waiting for the sun, 1304|My dove is waiting for the moon. 1304|'Come up here,' I said, and pointed to the moon; 1304|'She's waiting for her chateau in the sky!' 1304|'I've never been inside her house,' she said, 1304|'O come, and give me your hand, do, or I'll smack you.' 1304|I took it. 1304|'Puss, I said. 1304|We talk'd of dames in dusky houses, 1304|Of dames with chateau under the moon; 1304|And now she sits in a narrow room-- 1304|Puss, I swear I never saw so foul a host!' 1304|'Why, why,' said I, 'you'll burst with rage. 1304|Never burst with rage, if you let me go.' 1304|'I'm sure I like you, and you never know 1304|How much I love you, and this, in particular.' 1304|'A thousand,' I said, 'are dead and gone 1304|Just since you came this way.'--Here she cried, 1304|'O, I have never been inside your house.' 1304|I thought about her foot, 1304|And how she sometimes slipped, 1304|And how she sometimes bit me cold as pie. 1304|Why, she had lost a foot. Ah, me! 1304|How often in the summer-time 1304|I've done some mischief there, and lost my toe: 1304|And, in the night, waking, my toes would ache! 1304|And then I thought of that, and what you said. 1304|And then I thought of two hundred more 1304|That have been lost for the years since then. 1304|Well, 'tis no wonder, then, Puss, you hate your neighbor. 1304|The moon is black, and the road all dark; 1304|But there's no night when she doesn't shine. 1304|The night that lies in the East, the day is never dark. 1304|You should be ashamed of yourself, my dearest, 1304|If you do any wrong. 1304|How often you've sinned, and the time draws near 1304|When you must repent. 1304|Puss and I have been naughty at the inn; 1304|And it's just like you to be. 1304|But 'tis so--like I say-- 1304|The place is so dark that it can't give the light. 1304|And it has had my wife there? 1304|I know some folks, and 'tis not my call 1304|To say how, or why, or where; 1304|But I'd ask her. 1304|She's so like you, Puss, she's never seen the moon. 1304|Her face is so like yourself, you may know, 1304|That you can tell just by looking. 1304|And she's so like me, Puss, that in my mind 1304|I feel as I feel if I were you, dear, 1304|And you were not as you were. 1304|And that we're naughty? Nay, dear, 'twere better so! 1304|I think ======================================== SAMPLE 44040 ======================================== 15370|All his friends are the gayest and 15370|And the lady who is with him, 15370|He is not quite so much at home. 15370|At the end of the day, 15370|All you are saying 15370|I think is just right. 15370|But I think 'tis true- 15370|You are saying 15370|So I think _you_ are right. 15370|How they do not want to see you 15370|I don't mean their neighbors, only me! 15370|But they seem to like to keep 15370|In the way of this young lady 15370|Who, I do not doubt, is 15370|Just the darling, so to speak, 15370|Of this lady I love. 15370|Now the night is falling, Mr. Pig, 15370|They have him in the yard, 15370|And I'm sure they've made a feast for him 15370|For all of us. 15370|I think I hear his little drum 15370|Tallying in the moon. 15370|They give him all sorts of things to eat, 15370|They call him "Mr. Popper;" 15370|But I can't go near his pen, 15370|And I doubt if they'll let me. 15370|They've got him in this tall flat, 15370|Where she lives alone and snug. 15370|She is not very well, 15370|It is so cold outside. 15370|And I'm sure she knows I'm not, 15370|And that I must keep him warm. 15370|He has his little bed, 15370|And a little table there; 15370|He has neither books nor anything 15370|To keep his cold away. 15370|It is just so very nice, 15370|And, oh, how nice, too, it seems, 15370|(His table is so lovely, 15370|It is such a pity 15370|He can't take it to sleep!) 15370|But I think he must have _such_ a 15370|Sleeping-room, or else he'd wake. 15370|There's no light in the window-seat, 15370|They say the lamp is out; 15370|But I think the lady should see 15370|(If ever she did wake!) 15370|It is so very very nice 15370|And, oh, how nice, too, it seems, 15370|(His lamp is bright, I bet) 15370|That she's tired and should be sleeping, 15370|Though she's so _quite_ right! 15370|And so, when the hour does call, 15370|(Which it will, very soon,) 15370|I'll not stay out here too late, 15370|But hurry right away. 15370|I've only to carry my torch, 15370|And, oh, how clumsy it is! 15370|(How it bounces up and down!) 15370|I can go through the thickest brush, 15370|(That's what I wish I could do!) 15370|Or jump over every sofa, 15370|(How clumsy!) up to the mantel-piece! 15370|I'm sure, before I'm through, 15370|(Which it will soon, I think!) 15370|At last I should be through! 15370|And when I've lifted the latch 15370|(Which is quite a pain to do), 15370|When I've turned the handle as soon 15370|As the firelight's in the room, 15370|I'll be at the big door just in time 15370|(Which is quite a shame to do!) 15370|And snugly in my bed: 15370|Then the lady _will_ be sleeping; 15370|But I _must_ be there for her! 15370|When the lady sleeps, the sun goes out; 15370|And when she wakes, the sun comes in! 15370|But, I know the lady is so nice! 15370|(I wish she'd mind her yawn!) 15370|So I will wait, till she is _gone_. 15370|But I'll _not_ shut the door! 15370|I will just go and see if she's laid 15370|Her head on my shoulder to sleep. 15370|_I_ will push the shutter, and ======================================== SAMPLE 44050 ======================================== 8187|"_A moment's grace of fancy and of grace_," 8187|Said I, in accents half-utterable; 8187|"_A look like thine not often seen_;" 8187|But when I looked again, to my amazement 8187|Young Iris was there, to give her hand to me. 8187|The tears which, when first my eyes beheld them, 8187|Told me that they were worlds of bliss untold; 8187|Now, tho', to my amazement, the same figure 8187|Was standing by her side, as when last we met. 8187|Then, suddenly, I seemed to feel that presence 8187|Come o'er me as a breeze o'er a star, 8187|And o'er my soul a strange, sweet joy, like being 8187|A part of it--all that bliss I had lost. 8187|The charm'st essence in her look and smile! 8187|Her words so lightly spoken that fly 8187|Like airings from the musical lyre! 8187|And yet each one they so perfectly caught, 8187|That like a breath of melody they came, 8187|Making each one sound as if the rest were 8187|"_The notes, such as you have never heard before,_" 8187|As if _this_ air, of which I sang, 8187|Had swelled into a mighty swelling 8187|Of thunder from the whole abyss of Being! 8187|Oh, heaven! how different was it then, 8187|When I felt like a trembling bird-- 8187|When first I saw her face, without sound, 8187|And saw not one tremble aghast for fear, 8187|Nor tremble at all, save in my heart; 8187|And, seeing her eyes of such divine blue, 8187|And the blush that from them came 8187|(And there 'tis well, for eyes should melt into 8187|A star in heaven!) 8187|In the heart of all that's fairest of things 8187|Did so enfold me, 8187|Mine eye, my heart, my soul-- 8187|That Heaven hath made this power divine. 8187|And now, ah now, oh, what a rapture, 8187|What bliss, what fulness, 8187|Had I felt, when gazing on her eyes! 8187|That all the soul of my heart came out 8187|As the sea, when first it feels the breeze, 8187|Out of a sunny and golden wave! 8187|Yes, when her hands were clasped in mine, 8187|And I felt as if the world's whole frame 8187|And all its parts were blest about me-- 8187|As if it floated around me and 8187|Hid from sight in each living bosom 8187|Its living, breathing image-- 8187|Then we were all as happy as a soul 8187|That meets itself in heaven, heaven, heaven. 8187|I felt as when, at morn, the soul 8187|Of one, who in that holy place 8187|Sits, like a star or sunbeam, 8187|Its lovely mirror in this glass. 8187|Yet, what a sweeter music came, 8187|The symphony, what music, from 8187|Those blue-veined eyes, so full of light, 8187|And full of heaven to me, 8187|Full of heaven to every soul 8187|Of purest light in all this world of ours! 8187|But, ah! this bliss, this full delight, 8187|This rapture, this sweet, full sleep, 8187|This sweet, fullness came to me, 8187|The essence from her glowing heart, 8187|Such as, in heaven, heaven, heaven, thou, 8187|Mild, pure, heavenly Iris is. 8187|_Who was it, in the night, at all_ 8187|_My locks which curled upon my head_ 8187|_Seemed like that rainbow which, last night, 8187|Shone on a flower before thy face?_ 8187|'Twas her who held our vows, 8187|She whose smile my life's high joys is. 8187|The maiden's glance as white 8187|As the moonlight, its warm light was. 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 44060 ======================================== 15370|He'll see my home, 15370|In all that grand manner, 15370|The "L" on the door, 15370|The "T," the "P" 15370|And the "S" too, 15370|To make a double "D"-- 15370|Or else I'll call him up, 15370|And show him that the "T" stands for 15370|To whom no trinkets come, 15370|And the "L" stands for me! 15370|But I don't mind, my friend, 15370|If you send him all your gowns, 15370|Pleasure and fashion, 15370|And a great show too; 15370|You're a very splendid fellow 15370|To come to my house 15370|For to-day, with his pomp and his 15370|The old dog and her pug 15370|Are going out together, 15370|To the Country Club! 15370|The pug must go first 15370|(Unless you prefer) 15370|The old dog shall follow 15370|(Unless you prefer) 15370|And so the fun one 15370|And so the fun one 15370|The old dog and his wife, 15370|When they've danced a full round! 15370|(If anyone asks, 15370|Please just explain!) 15370|While the one is standing in 15370|(Unless you've some habit, sir,) 15370|While the one is standing in 15370|(Unless you have some great nerve,) 15370|So, sir, you can make out 15370|And I'll try to put it in 15370|(Unless you must take my word, sir,) 15370|The pug is the second 15370|(If anyone asks, please don't say!) 15370|While the one is singing a hymn, 15370|(If anyone ask, don't tell!) 15370|While the one is singing a hymn 15370|(If anyone ask, don't tell!) 15370|With the old dog beside her, 15370|(If anybody asks don't tell!) 15370|The pug will be last 15370|(If you don't consent I'll tell,) 15370|While the pug has danced a full round! 15370|"Now tell us who the old dog is?" 15370|"Yes, who the old dog is?" 15370|"You may shut your frail little eyen, 15370|You 'm off to bed, you silly cuck, 15370|For I must go to fetch the dog 15370|That never can tramp an' wear a cap-- 15370|That's the old dog of the household." 15370|"Will you tell me the dog's name, 15370|And why the dog is named so?" 15370|"Well, now you do look as if you saw 15370|A pretty maid a-crying for her dear-- 15370|If you ever get such a story right, 15370|You'll go to heaven straight to class it up." 15370|"I'll never get it called straight up!" 15370|"Then don't, and you will never go, 15370|Unless you don't, and I ask no fee! 15370|I'll beg and kiss her off my back, 15370|Though I wouldn't think it no good fer him 15370|At all to come his own pretty way." 15370|A bird flew in and chirped, 15370|A dog looked out and said, 15370|"Oh, what a lovely dame! 15370|I hope she 's in good case; 15370|For I should mind you all my live-long day, 15370|My pretty dog and my pretty bird." 15370|A cow she'd milked last night, 15370|A cow-milk purred last night: 15370|They say the milk runs clear in the morning, 15370|There was a little girl and she had _a_. 15370|A boy went to school on a Saturday, 15370|He saw a little boy ride away. 15370|He caught him up when he came out of work, 15370|And told him a good "good morning" to. 15370|A pig-bit stole away one day, 15370|The pig was in the barn, the barn was wide. ======================================== SAMPLE 44070 ======================================== 1165|So, let me give thee thanks for this: 1165|For here I wait, and in my ear 1165|I hear the whisper of the sea, 1165|And a vague sense of song and love 1165|Through the garden, near my chair, 1165|Shall charm me till I cry -- 1165|Shall tell me one sweet song of mine, 1165|As the lark, when earth is gray, 1165|Roams from stem to star-gemmed height, 1165|Like a woman through the sky!" 1165|"No! 'tis no song for me," 1165|I cried, "no song for thee; 1165|For I have wrought a song, 1165|And now it is no more; 1165|It is not mine, nor thine! 1165|It is all that I have sought 1165|To be; and I shall find 1165|A song none better, none worse, 1165|For the old woman's sake! . . . 1165|Oh, the old woman, poor and grey, 1165|Whom the children took away 1165|To make room for the boy! . . . 1165|When the old woman went 1165|She left the children in the dark 1165|For the lark to sing through the night; 1165|And they whispered so, behind her, 1165|While she listened, in the dark, 1165|That she could not see or hear 1165|The song she sang to them, alone. 1165|And the children thought that she 1165|Did hear a tune in the night 1165|That made her heart sing as they sang. 1165|She passed. They followed her; 1165|And she went on 1165|In the dark, alone, 1165|In the house 1165|Where the children used to play 1165|With the songs she played to them 1165|With never a frown or hint 1165|Of the children's songs before. 1165|The children used to sit 1165|On her knee when she passed by, 1165|When she passed 1165|With her cheeks and eyes a-tint 1165|Of the rose 1165|In her pillow, soft and red, 1165|To listen, hour by hour, 1165|To the lark on high. 1165|They never told to me 1165|Why she loved me so; 1165|But I know her true, dear heart 1165|Loved beyond measure. . . . 1165|The child that takes 1165|Its life in every note 1165|Lies at rest 1165|Never stirred by the winds 1165|That roll 1165|Round the chimes where her love lay. 1165|When I was a little boy, 1165|Half in the summer time, 1165|I was good, and my heart was glad, 1165|And a spirit I had. 1165|The air was sweet with the breath o' the mornin', 1165|And the sunlight was soft as the smile o' June, 1165|And I'd a heart for a fight 1165|And was so glad, I could betrant 1165|And there was a bird at my house called "Thel". 1165|And I always could hear and see and hear 1165|His low sweet song, and he used to say "Willie, 1165|How do you do?" 1165|But he never asked if I did well or little; 1165|He thought I must have it so, and so he sang, 1165|"Oh, do you think I can go on 1165|For a year and a day 1165|With the leopard skin on my shoulder and my shirt 1165|All a-blaze 1165|When we go to visit the leopard-skin man 1165|On the river side?" 1165|But, I never told him "Yes" or "No," 1165|And I never did tell the man to go, -- 1165|And why you'll suppose I forgot it then 1165|As I went to the woods to call for Thel, 1165|It struck me as I went 1165|With a rush and down 1165|O'er the meadow-lands all glistening with corn 1165|As I came to the banks of the ======================================== SAMPLE 44080 ======================================== I would not have you know, 27408|It is my sorrow, if I might, 27408|To tell how my love has been 27408|Brought into this wretched land.” 27408|“Then tell it, tell it, O king, 27408|This one thing that may not be forgot 27408|Is that it’s you against me; 27408|If you should see my love perish, 27408|If you should see me lose this life, 27408|To God and to my sire I would 27408|Avenge him, God and sire forswear.” 27408|He spoke with heart sincere, 27408|To heaven he gave his mind, 27408|And there for aye he mourned for his son; 27408|To his mother he said 27408|That this his sorrow he might share, 27408|’Mong the dead men of his land.” 27408|He said at the church door, 27408|When she opened the door 27408|And entered the church yard; 27408|He said through her tears 27408|To the old lady there, 27408|That he was a brother’s son, 27408|That he was proud in his birth. 27408|To the young lady there, 27408|O how sad it was, 27408|When this son he had, 27408|’Twas sad and strange to see. 27408|“Now, sister dear, 27408|What shall we do, 27408|Here in this wretched land?” 27408|“Our tears shall be dried, 27408|Our sorrow shall be vain, 27408|’Twere well of him to hide.” 27408|When the mother saw 27408|This man alive and one, 27408|With sorrow to view 27408|The boy in the grave. 27408|“Now, daughter dear, 27408|Tell me how shall we 27408|In this sad land to live; 27408|And shall the young man remain 27408|With sorrow in his heart?” 27408|“In the churchyard not one 27408|Shall dwell with us there, 27408|Nor shall we be proud in the grave 27408|To suffer a single tear.” 27408|“Then, sister dear, 27408|What shall I do, 27408|Though I see him once dead 27408|And the living have fled? 27408|In the sight of God 27408|Shall we live in shame, 27408|Or with sorrow in this world 27408|Be only sinners forever?” 27408|And at length of this her sorrow 27408|The young lady replied, 27408|“I will go forth, 27408|And go forth to the field, 27408|And beg the lord and me 27408|To give my young boy to him, 27408|If my son were not dead.” 27408|“Go forth, O mother dear, 27408|Go forth, and do thou go 27408|To the churchyard I will save; 27408|Then tell my lord and me 27408|That my son is with thee.” 27408|“Nay, sister dear, 27408|I will not go; 27408|But bid my husband bring 27408|My son to me, 27408|And bid my brave father follow 27408|My lad to me; 27408|O tell my mother dear 27408|I’ve the lad in the churchyard, 27408|And he’s out with the dead.” 27408|Then the wife came home 27408|And there she heard her son 27408|Kneeling in the cold, 27408|And his mother coming to him. 27408|Then she asked her son how his mother 27408|’Twas faring in the churchyard, 27408|And how well her lad was doing; 27408|Then her eyes were dim, and her tongue was thin. 27408|Now there came a strange thing that happened. 27408|The poor little boys was dead: 27408|When the lad was at the door 27408|In the mother she’d little things take, 27408|And the little things put away. 27408|There’s no need ======================================== SAMPLE 44090 ======================================== 27441|He gave me a song, 27441|And I danced a dance 27441|To the music that I heard him croon. 27441|A man that is strong, 27441|And an honest man, 27441|And a brave man also; 27441|And an honest man will stand for no wrong. 27441|His home is his choice, 27441|His sheep are his fare, 27441|Though his heart be sair, 27441|Though his heart be saire. 27441|The brave man he will bear 27441|His mail from off his arm, 27441|And his shield and his lance 27441|He will give to his friend 27441|For a present, if he can, 27441|And his master's word duly sworn. 27441|He is right tall, 27441|And his beard is long, 27441|With a mace in his hand, 27441|And a lance in his hand; 27441|And he's come out of the north, 27441|And he's come out of the south. 27441|He is one of the sons, 27441|Or one of the daughters of him; 27441|Or some lady's niece, 27441|He would rather be, 27441|Than her heart do believe. 27441|Who has told him that he is a Duke? 27441|And what is the name of that Duke, to-day? 27441|And have I heard right that name he used to call 27441|Like a name of honour round about? 27441|O it might be the Duke, O it might be the Duke! 27441|Or the Duke of a string in a string! 27441|For the lady's lips at the word "Duke!" 27441|Are not the easiest thing in the world to tell, 27441|Though the lady's eyes at the word "Duke!" 27441|And the lord of a land where the King's men are fond, 27441|And the best of men that a lady can kiss, 27441|And the best of singers that ever were heard, 27441|And the best of leeches that ever were pulled 27441|For a lady in her sorrow and pain. 27441|Oh, it's nothing but that you're not at all, 27441|And it's nothing but that you're all at once; 27441|There's nothing to make a name, I'm told, 27441|All set up now, I guess, for some one's wedding 27441|Where none but the folks can come at the call. 27441|But the lady will be sure to wait, 27441|And her words will be:-- 27441|I'm sure you have never been paid, 27441|But I'm sure you have sold your soul's pleasure. 27441|There's more of them than you ever mean, 27441|If the lady's lips had been true, 27441|And she had known, and you never guessed, 27441|You were worth as much as you ought. 27441|If the lady had known and you knew not how true, 27441|It might have been otherwise for you and me. 27441|So, take my advice, be at your ease, 27441|There's a lady in the south aisle. 27441|The little birds are all singing on the boughs; 27441|It is Easter-day in the world below; 27441|The little birds do sing and all the birds do sing, 27441|But one little bird is a sweeter thing to me. 27441|As I went through the fields among the flowers 27441|I heard a Lady cry: 27441|Said the lady, I am so glad 27441|To be alive! 27441|For oh, I fear the little sparrows on the clover-tops 27441|Will have no business to be singing at all. 27441|All night long in the dark we heard the rain 27441|Thundering down above the corn, 27441|Thundering on down and farm and town 27441|And all about. 27441|All night long, all day through, the rain 27441|Thundering went dropping bombs below, 27441|Thundering round the world in the dark: 27441|Thundering and dropping, the rain, 27441|Thundering and dropping. 27441|This little green lady cried all night long: 27441|Said the ======================================== SAMPLE 44100 ======================================== May the King take it, 28375|And be with him a faithful companion. 28375|When I was in the East, and at the court of the Prince of Rome, 28375|And the children of the world went about, and the kings sat 28375|Round me, and in my sight, all those that were in the world 28375|Made their faces, and the court was full as the Roman court. 28375|All the people round me, and all the people near me, 28375|Fought, for their souls felt in my breast that passion which makes 28375|So that in this world, which is the world, which is our world, 28375|Our fathers left us in the world, and we are a part 28375|Of the world's people. They were a nation of such variety, 28375|That I saw the world's people around me, and my people there, 28375|And I saw the whole globe that was Rome, and the Roman race. 28375|And the Roman folk must live in our world, we are all a part, 28375|Which is one in the same. There is not one country that is Rome. 28375|We were all Romans. What we see is all Rome; what is we, 28375|And what we look is Rome, and where we are, and what we are, 28375|And we are part of the same, our souls in us as are the 28375|earth's, and the sea's, and the air's, and the heaven's. So we, 28375|Whole, and united, were Roman in my sight. 28375|Let us go back to the place, and that same stone will tell 28375|What a people's passion is to-day. All the world is mine; 28375|And I hold the earth, and the sea, and the heaven's as well. 28375|We are all Rome. Let us have no other friends, no other 28375|friends, no other friends, and leave all this old world to its 28375|Omne lucis otra mori. 28375|I will go now to my own island, and go through the 28375|lands and all the countries which there be, as I did before. 28375|But by me may I be made to leave my world, that I too 28375|may go to my own home, and be the first in the world. 28375|I go not to all, but to some. O, what is this world's 28375|muddled; when I am there, can I make me, as he that went 28375|to all, but to some, go to me? Do thou not wonder at what 28375|this thyself, whom thou art seeing, thou mad'st me also 28375|soever. 28375|For these are things I know for ever by the good old 28375|treasures of my knowledge. 28375|Thee, thou wert, and I have seen thee, yet I see thee not. 28375|And this is thine experience, which in me made me more 28375|perceived. Nay, I must go with thee now and see, and be 28375|a part of thy world. I am gone, that I may see thee, and be 28375|part of thine; and now I am a part of thee, and am in thy 28375|own eyes. 28375|_Sodom and Gomorrah_ 28375|From out thy world this world, this world alone I came, and 28375|was seen of thee, and in thine eyes, and in thine hands; 28375|for I was thy servant as thou didst send me over the seas, 28375|and I have come to see thee with this world's life that is 28375|thine. 28375|Now my world is gone, but it is thy world, and this world's 28375|life hath made thee better; for if thou goest through this 28375|world, thou dost know me, and I know thee, and that I am thy 28375|own son, thy son and mine, and I am thy soul, in whom 28375|thou dost live. 28375|Come, and take thy world, and, while thou doest this, go on 28375|forward and look on my poor boy again, and for all its 28375|grace, and for all of the world's ease, that he can be 28375|a part of thy world. ======================================== SAMPLE 44110 ======================================== 42058|Lifted their heads, and lo! were maidens three 42058|Fairer than fairest flower in April's ray. 42058|Now, in a virgin's bosom, long ago, 42058|A virgin still her maiden name had worn; 42058|But who by fairy art or fairy lore, 42058|Shall tell how she was first unbound from earth? 42058|Long in a land-locked isle she wandered forth, 42058|Proud to be first to bear the conquering brand; 42058|But lo, as on the first warm summer eve, 42058|Beneath her steps her earliest bloom arose, 42058|For all the young and blushing virgin's joy. 42058|She weaved and woven without ceasing long, 42058|Till Summer's sun was beginning to fail, 42058|And her soft loom, grown fain of circling round, 42058|Brought soft tones down to her tender strings. 42058|Yet in her eager youth, the days that yet 42058|Lay tangled in the thread her fingers drew, 42058|She trembled with a strange, new power, whence came 42058|The golden threads, and what upon their way 42058|That happy youth the lovelier colors smote. 42058|Oh! in her eyes the joy of life was shown, 42058|The fresh red rind of blossoming grain, that grew 42058|Above her head, and all the fruit she bore 42058|She called the new year's dear greeting, year on year. 42058|So while the first cold stream was flowing by, 42058|And Winter was erect to watch her pass, 42058|New beauty shone upon his winter gray, 42058|As the first spring-time's purple ripples lay 42058|Upon the river's edge,--as flowers and trees, 42058|Though in the frost-bound grove the spring were dead; 42058|Yet still, though Winter's icy arms were round, 42058|She kept her sunny, maiden blue of mood, 42058|In that first meeting, as the first snowdrop meets the blue 42058|Heart-serene, with heart of flame! 42058|Now in her noontide dress she takes her rest 42058|Where the pale pines, with many a frosty shadow, 42058|Like eyes half hidden from the sun, look out 42058|On a landscape of snow and of sun, as a flower 42058|Of her soft loveliness falls and is gone, 42058|Or as the fated waves of life go by 42058|Upon some restless sea beyond our ken: 42058|So to the heart of Nature her presence flings 42058|A weight of sorrow and mystery, till sleep 42058|Waves o'er the bosoms of all her young and fleet, 42058|And the last carol of the summer morn, 42058|Beside her couch of grass, or on her side, 42058|Faints through the murmuring summer breeze. 42058|When the sun sinks slowly down a little cool evening lane, 42058|And the dark night-winds cease with lingering sounds, 42058|And the midnight kettle winds with mournful melody ... 42058|If the sweetest, warmest lass in Elizabethan song 42058|Should choose to dwell 'mid night's dewy skirts, 42058|In the haunted house of sorrow, gloom and tears, 42058|Can she ever tell the song how well she knows? 42058|Ah! not for thee the light, nor thee the golden lyre, 42058|The voice divine, the harp that warbled best 42058|Thee in thy childhood halls, oh love of peace and love of song, 42058|Could give the note the deep mysterious harmony, 42058|Which in thy soul found expression ere the night 42058|Had broken o'er the flowers and spun its silken dream 42058|Of starry heaven, dimpled clouds, and blue of' impenetrable fountains; 42058|'Twas but a moment ere the spell was cast in thine 42058|Heart-inflaming heart, and in thy soul's eternal flow 42058|All those sweet feelings that in childhood's sleep I read; 42058|All those sweet feelings born of tender longing made known, 42058|That through thy childhood's life the life of man have reared. 42058|That thy ======================================== SAMPLE 44120 ======================================== 35227|The world did hear his voice and knew him not; 35227|But all the days and nights went by; 35227|And oft, with hands together gathered on the ground, 35227|He cried, "_Woe is me_, "_woe is me_," and wept 35227|Though all his work was done; 35227|And when a man to death had wrought his best, 35227|He would lie there, with a heavy heart, 35227|And think of God that made him all. 35227|But I will tell no tale of his, 35227|I know of no tale there is; 35227|But if you wend your way along, 35227|Through the darkness of the sky, 35227|A little lad will come to his home 35227|That is far from here. 35227|For, so the story goes, there is 35227|A hill above Belmarie, 35227|And a little lad lies sleeping there 35227|That is called the Young Ben Jovin. 35227|And the Young Ben Jovin is the name 35227|Of a man that lives in that hill; 35227|Whose hair floats over his brown face: 35227|And there he does all sorts of things: 35227|As often he runs and jumps and leaps, 35227|And dances round the Fairies' Lodge; 35227|And when he sees the Elves that live 35227|Far down in the grassy weeds, 35227|He will give them flowers and cake and bread, 35227|And other things to eat. 35227|And never a Dwarf nor a Woad-- 35227|No Elf, though you look up high, 35227|Sees he the light of the Starlight Lee, 35227|When it glitters on the trees, 35227|Or hears the laugh of the Young Ben Jovin, 35227|As he comes to his own again. 35227|But a Young Ben Johnson will come 35227|To Belmarie in spring time, 35227|When he sees the flowers and the dew, 35227|And the little leaves that lie 35227|In the grass, as they go to sleep, 35227|Will come to him in the spring time, 35227|With merry eyes awake: 35227|And he will sit him on a hill, 35227|Over his shield of yellow wheat, 35227|And he will see a glorious sky 35227|All blue and clear with gold; 35227|And he will see the little birds 35227|That twitter in the golden light; 35227|And how it shakes and trembles in the wood 35227|With their little music shrill. 35227|And he will look at the earth and the flowers, 35227|The little leaves, and the golden wheat, 35227|And the merry summer wind, 35227|And he will laugh--as he sits there there, 35227|With his shield of yellow wheat; 35227|And then his heart will know 35227|That the Old King was a liar and a thief, 35227|When he said of course he had no kingdom 35227|In Belmarie--a fairy land, 35227|'Twas all alone his father built. 35227|And the Old King would not let a lieger 35227|In his kingdom come near to him! 35227|And the Old King would not give one hunder 35227|As little as an hour's breath, 35227|So he made of the youth a prisoner, 35227|And a drunkard in the court; 35227|And he would have made him wear a chain 35227|Of bars, till his soul was dead, 35227|And he never would leave his prison, 35227|And he would not be free at last; 35227|But he bade his maidens wear gala garments, 35227|And the maidens bade him let his heart languish, 35227|And a weeping maiden bade him weep in secret; 35227|And the mourning sister bade a little weeping, 35227|And the weeping child said, as I've heard: 35227|'Now little boy, be not so woe-begone; 35227|We cannot give thee bread and water, 35227|For we are orphans, all of us, 35227|And thy mother's heart is very lonely!' 35227|And then the little Johnson said, ' ======================================== SAMPLE 44130 ======================================== 615|And then the knights with equal courtesy 615|Approaching him, in amity and good, 615|Arived the palace of Alcina to win. 615|While all the dames and damsels, thus encaged, 615|With tears and sighs their sorrows record, 615|The time, it seems, foresees, which here attends 615|A female stranger's welcome, and her face, 615|To make good her welcome, seems to burn. 615|The herald, as he gazeth o'er the wave 615|Upon fair Arno's river, in his care, 615|The present would foreknow that willed is true; 615|And that the king will win that damsel be. 615|He to his master's side, who by the hand 615|Is placed upon a throne, in such a woe, 615|As is for ever known to melancholy man, 615|Thus speaks: "In this is wrought the wrongs of fate, 615|Which we, as women, oft lament in vain: 615|'Tis you the beauteous one this wrong will try, 615|For you the king will gain the beauteous one. 615|"Hear, how this evening fared, how, till early morn, 615|In silence you endured so sore her pining, 615|And all the eve, in heavy tears, the maid, 615|Who did her grief the very walls enclose." 615|"And did she fill the palace with her moan, 615|As I have heard them say," the warrior said, 615|"Who, by her tears, must die -- to her, as friend, 615|A present would the monarch make by day, 615|And then would leave the dame, for her delight, 615|Untended till the sun had well descried 615|The day wherein he should be born and reared: 615|But me the stranger's toils and woes, so great, 615|Might sooth, if I to you the truth would tell. 615|"No other maid has she with whom to mingle, 615|-- To dress and liven in her welcome array; 615|But to the dame, I know, as well as by way 615|Of my report, and that my tale is good. 615|With her 'tis best, so to combine our arms, 615|That one is left outside, and she the other. 615|'Tis me the stranger would forego his prey, 615|If other were the one, who would have won 615|For him to join her in his wooing gay, 615|If she had seen her lover's happy side; 615|And would in every battle with the Moor 615|Be found, and take in wedlock every one. 615|"But if by her he could have been conveyed, 615|I think he well foresaw, and would have found, 615|And to the dame had made his bed, and died 615|By her, or by herself, I say, I ween, 615|But that 'twas never his intent to be. 615|And then, as well he could, on her had prest, 615|The bridegroom and his lady from the plain; 615|But had not, through the dame, his coming known. 615|"I say the dame is here, where now she is, 615|Who for a little space the damsel preys, 615|She who was, as we are to relate, 615|But for a season, undone by him. 615|She, when, about to wed, the cavalier 615|Saw the fair one, with all my heart's desire, 615|Him first to meet, and saw at sight alone, 615|His bosom warm with love, but saw, in vain, 615|That he was worthy to behold such bliss. 615|"As a sick man, with pining pangs oppressed, 615|Would see himself with sudden ill remedied, 615|She pities him, and pity is her care, 615|Since so at length by him she can have peace. 615|Now, with the lady, to our tale resort, 615|How with that knight her heart was wounded sore. 615|The dame, that was of good report, had told, 615|If 'twas true, the following story well: 615|'Twas to her lord, that she was wedded gay, 615|With whom, at last, she had ======================================== SAMPLE 44140 ======================================== 1229|And if you'd like to do it 1229|You'll have to go away and come. 1229|But he was not afraid 1229|Because he did not know; 1229|Because the things he saw 1229|Were things only he could see. 1229|You will not care to know 1229|Some things it will not tell; 1229|When it does, go away and come. 1229|A man, I think, whose life was run, 1229|Forgetting his own birth and death, 1229|Who, like a great river, sped 1229|In a moment from a sore -- 1229|Yet never looked ahead 1229|Nor breathed a single prayer, 1229|As he rushed on his onward way; 1229|But, if a prayer were there, 1229|He prayed it not. The sun 1229|Drew after him, white and hot, -- 1229|And the wind and the rain, 1229|In all the world, to be done. 1229|Yet still he kept advancing, 1229|And still he did not tire. 1229|And, as he went along, 1229|Each day's opportunity 1229|Was plucked up and cast away, 1229|And put in a mighty grain, 1229|And lost itself in his stride, 1229|Like some swift horseman on the road; 1229|And so from behind, the wind, 1229|That filled the house with its din, 1229|That filled the land with its roar, 1229|Was driven quite away. 1229|He had to hurry on, 1229|A man who knew not delight, -- 1229|Who had to speed, a task, 1229|By the necessity of his being so light, 1229|By the want of power he had. 1229|And what was this that brought such a surprise? Why, 1229|The wind blew out of the gate, 1229|And the wind did not blow in. 1229|So he started down the hill, -- 1229|The wind made no more noise 1229|Than the wind had made before. 1229|And what about? Why, it wasn't long, 1229|After that, he was gone: 1229|He came on, white-hot, on, white-hot. 1229|Oh, what about? 'Twas the same 1229|Rags that he had come o'er -- 1229|Not a breath to beguile him; 1229|Not a spark to warm him. And so 1229|Down the long, lonesome journey home 1229|He lay, a lump in the dust, 1229|A hollow sound to hear. 1229|But the wind, that carried him so far 1229|Was not a joyous ride; 1229|He was stern and cold, and the house was grim. 1229|The wind could feel for the heart 1229|And knock it out of it. 1229|And so, in the silence he lay -- 1229|He didn't move a beat. 1229|For the house was haunted. The wind, 1229|Such a keen, curious chirrup, 1229|Would creep from the window-pane 1229|And whisper in his ear: 1229|"And this is the smell of the meadow, 1229|And the tickling, tickling tickling of the grass: 1229|And here is the sound of the wind in the crack 1229|Of the creaking door." 1229|But the sound that he'd long been meant 1229|To echo, to drone on and on, 1229|Came from the chimney, it was so shrill and clear, 1229|And went through the room like an echo-like note: 1229|"O chidy chidy, chidy chidy, 1229|You can hear the sound of the wind in the crack 1229|Of the creaking door." 1229|The sound was all wrong, and he listened to find 1229|That the chimney-stack in the room was loudest 1229|And loudest up-stairs. But the house was haunted. 1229|And then (ah, the wind, it drives so far, 1229|A-calling in the house that's in the land!), 1229|When he ======================================== SAMPLE 44150 ======================================== 2621|When on their lips the tears of tenderness begin 2621|And their lips refuse their own. 2621|When the lips refuse their own, 2621|And they cannot bear your kisses alone, 2621|They sit beside the grave of France, 2621|And press their fingers to their lips to say, 2621|"Ah, what have I done to France!" 2621|And they kiss the empty air, 2621|And rub their warm and smiling eyes, and say, 2621|"Ah, what have we only lost, France! 2621|Lost Love that once we knew, 2621|We who have loved so truly, ah, so blindly, 2621|Since first you held me in your arms, 2621|Lost Love that once we knew!" 2621|They kiss the empty air, 2621|But still the tears roll down, and still they say, 2621|"Ah, what have we only lost, France!" 2621|And still they stand beside the grave, 2621|And wait for the sound of marching feet, 2621|Ah, who have only lost their land! 2621|Soldier, kneel now 2621|Upon your shield, 2621|Our hearts are one, 2621|And we must part, 2621|So let us part. 2621|As the cloud passes 2621|The star will fade-- 2621|As the night-mist 2621|The stars will set. 2621|As the morning 2621|The dew will flow, 2621|As young Love 2621|Lies down to sleep. 2621|As the cloud passes 2621|The star will fade-- 2621|So the world dies 2621|And Love lies down. 2621|As the dew will flow 2621|The star will fade-- 2621|So Love lies down 2621|To sleep like dew. 2621|My Love and I and many kindreds lie 2621|Sick at the heart, tired of a silly tune. 2621|Sing we in the city of the wasting breath, 2621|We that were lovers once,--and now are but dead! 2621|For every day we meet again, but fail 2621|In the meeting--lion and lioness. 2621|For every day Love's wing the winds unfurl, 2621|But love cannot foil our dying wish. 2621|O'er the dead lips a lily I can trace 2621|A lily sister in a sleeping sister's face; 2621|The long red cheek a crimson, and the crown 2621|In the pale brow a lily sister's. 2621|O heart, heart heart heart! what avails to strive 2621|Till life's wings fold our two lives into one? 2621|One with the dying, and with dying with you! 2621|There's a name for every grief, 2621|There's a life for every toil; 2621|There's hope for all, but most for all. 2621|O name that every woe 2621|Makes the sigh itself seem old, 2621|Has an answer for each woe,-- 2621|An answer as light as summer showers! 2621|If the name you lost were _I_, 2621|Would it make the task easier, 2621|If the burden seem more strong, 2621|Because it was your name? 2621|Yes, it would; and, if you feared 2621|Losing that name, you'd sigh, 2621|Not regret that you'd forfeit 2621|In this way your fortune was made. 2621|And that was all; you've lost your pain,-- 2621|Your grief and your pain; but joy! 2621|How light that transient load! 2621|For it gave you your fortune. 2621|You that have lost but a part 2621|Of a blessing you had; 2621|You that have lost half mightily 2621|Have still more lost by half. 2621|You that have lost your heart 2621|May still lose your Love; but gain 2621|Not the whole of a gain: 2621|Give what belongs to another-- 2621|Not to those who will miss you. 2621|I have loved, but what is love, 2621|If it have not been thine? 2621|There is ======================================== SAMPLE 44160 ======================================== 1513|So the great day comes, 1513|He is but a child, 1513|But your child's the child of God, 1513|For the child's the life. 1513|He is but a child within 1513|My thought, and I am one; 1513|And all the world is one, 1513|One great great will and wish; 1513|One will that none repines, 1513|And one that every man may know, 1513|Whom all men honor, and whose name 1513|The gods may reverence. 1513|O King of Gods! where are the hands that held 1513|A harp of golden chords of gold, 1513|Or a harp of silver, or a harp of purest green, 1513|A harp of scarlet flowers of debt? 1513|And whose voice were those 1513|Who by the sea of gold can hear, 1513|And who of silver can sing to the reed; 1513|And whose foot can press with silver-girded heel, 1513|And whose mouth the sweet breath of bliss 1513|Can suck with gold? 1513|Who can touch the breath that the gold-hearted breathe, 1513|Or blow to the flower-sweet air the perfume-breathing gale? 1513|Who can lead from the gold 1513|Or the heart of the flower, 1513|Or the breath of the scent? 1513|It was but the wind, it was the wind, 1513|It was the wind that brought our distress, 1513|It was the wind that blows from hill to hill, 1513|From valley to delta! 1513|It blew from the castle of pleasure and gold, 1513|It blew from the castle of beauty and light, 1513|From a land that hath no end, 1513|From the west, where the sun never set, 1513|Far apart in the sea. 1513|It blew in the midnight, and smote and shook 1513|A great oak-tree that had the greatest weight; 1513|It shook and swayed in the wind, it fell, 1513|Shattered its branches in pieces so rent, 1513|That all in a moment were dark and bare. 1513|The wind blew from the castle of pleasure and gold, 1513|And the wind lost not a leaf, and no bough, 1513|But a red-haired Robin flew in the east 1513|And sought some resting-place of his days. 1513|He bore an elfin-love-song and wakened joy in the wood, 1513|And the breath of the moon made the birds, 1513|And a thousand hearts beat high in the night, 1513|For Robin bore the love-light in his grey. 1513|The wind bore the love-light in his grey 1513|And found his green heart a-dying, 1513|As he kissed the flowers that the wood had brought 1513|Where was never a grave for the green. 1513|There lived a lady green, 1513|And a lady grey, 1513|And a lady white 1513|And a lady red. 1513|There lived a lady true, 1513|And a lady red, 1513|And a lady white 1513|And a lady bound. 1513|There lived a lily white, 1513|Fashioned first 1513|For the lord that had her 1513|To be buried 1513|In a little tomb. 1513|There lived a lily true, 1513|Fashioned last 1513|For the man that had her 1513|To be wed. 1513|There lived a rose in her eye, 1513|And a lily-white 1513|In her hair; 1513|And it bloomed, and it grew, 1513|And it died 1513|Until the day she died. 1513|There lived a rose in her cheek, 1513|And a lily-white, 1513|And a little hand 1513|In her braid; 1513|And it grew, and it grew, 1513|And it grew till it was white and grew. 1513|And then came the day she died. 1513|There lived a rose in her ear, 1513|For treasure a-piling, 15 ======================================== SAMPLE 44170 ======================================== 2334|For my man was a boy. 2334|They was standing near 2334|The old river bank, 2334|And a lady said, "Come here, 2334|I'll drink you, sir; 2334|And don't come near the water, 2334|That is where the pirates dwell, 2334|Right outside the door,"-- 2334|The gentleman answered, "You, 2334|I'll tell you why; 2334|I had a ship to haul wood, 2334|And the weather, you know, 2334|Hurried me here from town." 2334|The lady said, "That's strange; 2334|I had no fear; 2334|For the pirates, as I've heard, 2334|Don't like to mix 2334|With any boys, you know." 2334|"The fact is strange enough-- 2334|The pirates, they say, 2334|Don't like to live with grown folks, 2334|And so leave us to go 2334|And lodge ourselves away. 2334|"We have a village so small 2334|That it seems a very sin 2334|To intrude upon it; 2334|But then, we have a harbour small, 2334|And a harbour so good. 2334|"And so come, my merry pirates, 2334|We'll come to you here; 2334|Come, for it 's no use to fly, 2334|When the fire is bright and strong. 2334|Come, and I'll hold you tight." 2334|I stood on the other side 2334|And saw, while on the water 2334|I heard the pirate's gun, 2334|The lady come with her eyes 2334|Full of terror and doubt. 2334|Then up came the Pirate King: 2334|"Go and see," said he, 2334|"What ails you the water's fill; 2334|You will learn me, I fear, 2334|That I own you, I should trust,-- 2334|You must be young or old. 2334|"I am old--but never fear, 2334|Don't let your eyes o'erflow, 2334|You shall find me a palace tall, 2334|And maidens all in a row; 2334|A lady's hand upon my head, 2334|My sword upon my breast." 2334|He took a sack of gold, 2334|And the pirate cried, "Take it, 2334|And you too with it give 2334|Your heart, I am sure, and soul; 2334|I've a little gold box; 2334|And an old coat, and a little bag. 2334|And the pirate said, "I thank you, 2334|But the gold I have none, 2334|But what you have my treasure, it is mine." 2334|"Why, that is right, madam," said he, 2334|"And I have all your gold." 2334|He opened the gold and saw, 2334|In a little gold bag, 2334|His little gold coat and gold-hair'd head. 2334|He smiled and he gave her 2334|The golden sack of gold, 2334|And they walked off in a twinkling pair. 2334|A man goes trotting upon his toes, 2334|With a long face and a long frock; 2334|He scorns to be beaten and he scorns to be cheated, 2334|And he scorns to be treated as any common being. 2334|And his shirt is white with many a spot, 2334|And his pants are gray, and his shoes are queer,-- 2334|With the pockets of red in the seam, 2334|And the creases in the lapels blue. 2334|With crooked fingers he pinches coins; 2334|With his long face he digs in his boots, 2334|And he says, like the devil in hell, 2334|"Germans have no notion how to gamble. 2334|I must get away. They've put us through hell, 2334|And they laugh at the name of Aryan." 2334|He laughs all the time; but the devil's in his heart, 2334|And he thinks there ain't a friend like Uncle Sam. 2334|His eyes are full ======================================== SAMPLE 44180 ======================================== 615|Her son, who from the tower was running naked, 615|Of his own head, and had by other arm drawn, 615|And to her chamber, with the maid was gone; 615|And there, as they were drawing on, was shown 615|Ardoinez the great and manly lord 615|Of his fierce spouse and father's lands, to whom 615|Were kindred, kinsmen, relations both; 615|Then, with a sigh, his sister had made known 615|To Rodomont, and to the other two, 615|That all his house, that in Maganza dwelt, 615|As well as those in Ardenian wood, 615|For him were silent, and for him alone 615|Hered were but their castle, in the sea 615|That lay between Libya and Cappadocia; 615|That the bold prince should to Ardenian plain, 615|Which held that land, and of Ardenian sound 615|The famous castle of the valiant knight 615|Did make his own; as well may seem indeed 615|As may the other case in woe. Nor so 615|That it should be, that, while he in his head 615|Conceived the evil-dream, or what of those 615|He to that lady gave as thought in her, 615|Aye should with it the unhappy lover be. 615|He in his heart the lady and her child 615|Will be, no matter now if they be dead, 615|To whom 'twill seem that he is evermore 615|By nature linked, and by nature born. 615|But here he sees that he in sooth hath wrought 615|A bitter lesson in his heart, not nill 615|That he hath wrought, but that in his head 615|Loved lady is so much imaged now, that he 615|In every thing but the thought will be 615|Of a fair woman, of what was in the mind 615|Of him who heard her, or in what meant; 615|And that his heart is turned that she be not 615|With that good knight, who was the cause of all. 615|Then thus to Rinaldo is the duke replied: 615|"The more my wish would be that thou should'st prove 615|Thy mother's name a worthy name to bear; 615|I who, but now grown old (having said so, 615|Thee and thine) by wrong, of evil fame, 615|Have lost and over-lost, a long while past, 615|Have laboured on since first I heard my name 615|Sounded the name of France's grandest cavalier: 615|So that I deem the wrongs I ever bore 615|Must in the song that thou art to repeat 615|Be sounded as if I, whom thou see'st, 615|In him had made a monument of stone; 615|Since I who once am dead, behold in thee 615|Like such an one I see, with what delight 615|Thou on this side shalt stand, when thou ascend 615|Thy lofty horse in France, which I have done, 615|And in that other hand will stand the sword." 615|Roland, for such a prayer, made his best 615|To speed the saddling of his courser's feet, 615|Which to the saddle, by the horse's side, 615|He made fast, and by the horse's side he laid; 615|Then in the saddle put his sword away. 615|The damsel, when, on having made repair, 615|Herself towards her horse had made her way, 615|And had the saddling of her courser known, 615|That she, Rinaldo, her might not less engage, 615|Then him she called, and urged him as he prest, 615|And in his aid against the youth bestowed, 615|In all that skill, in all that might prevail, 615|On him with all and all adroitness. 615|Of all for which she in all should press 615|The faithful dame, the war would she maintain. 615|The battle, meanwhile, in its height began, 615|And with such gladness that no sooner 615|Had Roland heard, than Rodomont his lance 615|And helm, to the trumpets' sound, displayed; 615|For it with equal force the Saracen 615|Of the wild boar would meet, or elephant 615|Of the wild forest, of the mountain-creech ======================================== SAMPLE 44190 ======================================== 16452|I'll not, indeed, with thee contend, O son 16452|Of Tydeus; but thou'lt reach the haven safe, 16452|Of all the Gods, and safely pass the ford 16452|Through the wide body of a foaming steer. 16452|Nor thou in flight shalt make the water strait 16452|To feed the fowls and doves, thy fellow-wood. 16452|Him answer'd then Ajax bold, Achilles' son, 16452|The warrior Chief, full willingly: nor had 16452|Achilles nor the God supremely kind, 16452|Yet, had he, his wish, and will, and purpose just, 16452|His well-drying sword by Jove's almighty wife 16452|Have won; but he that warlike Ajax slew 16452|Shall perish by thy hand. Then let this day 16452|Be thy repast; and let the Gods, the Gods, 16452|And Heaven confer on brave Achilles also 16452|The hero-king. For all their will and pleasure 16452|Shall he to Ilium, nor the fleet return, 16452|But when his enemies are within the walls 16452|And at the ships prepared to burn him, lead 16452|His body to his native land again, 16452|To Pylos or Pylos, and to Troy 16452|From Ilium, such punishment to him 16452|He might endure of death to Achilles' hand. 16452|So pray'd he, and at his request the Gods 16452|With joy complied. The hero to his tent 16452|Return'd, and from his mother's door he sought 16452|In her embrace the maid of Nestor's son. 16452|Around her son Laertes' son were gush'd 16452|The tears of grief, and weeping stood around 16452|And each his sire, and all the sons of Greece. 16452|He, but his mother's love still with him stay'd, 16452|And clasp'd and kiss'd his mother's hand again, 16452|To whom he thus continued, weeping: 16452|Oh, where shall I, my son, a suppliant come 16452|To bring the gifts that fair Achilles toil 16452|His life away? How to this hour shall I 16452|Attend his death, or ask for life again 16452|The golden apples, which his mother slew 16452|As to a secret ambush the dead prince 16452|Was led? Or who shall give him now, for gifts 16452|Of golden apples, not these trees, for all? 16452|For many of the bravest Chiefs, the best 16452|Of all the host of Greece, have in the fight 16452|Beset him, and with constant care have wept 16452|His father's burial, and have sent me forth 16452|To meet the father-folk of Ithaca. 16452|But I, Achilles, in my father's house, 16452|Where valiant Achilles from the field 16452|For ever, in the front rank of the fight 16452|Slew valiant Idomeneus, have a grave 16452|Sedulous and old, the site of, but his body 16452|Was not there found; for Hector's awful son, 16452|At whom the Trojans gave at first the Greeks 16452|No farther aid, with brazen pans and spears 16452|That body leaving by the banks of Spessus, 16452|Through all the city of Trojans and of Greeks, 16452|Fled back at break of day, and Hector came 16452|And left me in his dark-fac'd archers' hands, 16452|Who with his deadly arrows, and with might 16452|And main exerted, and his spear, had so 16452|O'erwhelm'd the town with ruin as to set 16452|All ruinish'd in its narrow space 16452|Among the hollow halls, his arrows filled 16452|The ears of men. I, therefore, by his might 16452|And soul, the Greeks, and Agamemnon then, 16452|Who had my life, with Hector slain, have done 16452|As well. So long as I could rule the Greeks 16452|The battle; but should Agamemnon die, 16452|To him, my father's life, the fight is mine. 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 44200 ======================================== 1020|Where the light on the old church is, 1020|And the moon is high in a sky 1020|Of stars. 1020|Oh, the world is a dream, 1020|We'll go to bed now. 1020|Come in, my poor good nurse, 1020|I feel so tired, 1020|There's nothing in the room, 1020|I thought I heard you cry, 1020|That's a little hard to tell, 1020|It's so cold, it makes me cry 1020|There's nothing in the room, 1020|It seems to me like ice, 1020|Yet you're freezing me there, 1020|It makes me cry there, 1020|I fear it's a terrible place. 1020|Good nurse, you're sleeping too much! 1020|I'd like to sleep, 1020|But I'm not so tired. 1020|I have no other food, 1020|I can't eat, 1020|I've hardly any milk, 1020|I wonder what you're doing. 1020|I've only a little pot 1020|Of warm water on the stool, 1020|So I don't freeze, 1020|And if you could, 1020|I'd like to wash yourself there. 1020|You'd be in a hot-house, 1020|I wouldn't bathe me there, 1020|Then, if you'd have me, I'd come 1020|But you're so cold, 1020|I like for me 1020|To sleep, 1020|But I'm not so cold. 1020|Good-night, my good nurse! 1020|The moon is shining now. 1020|Who did not know it would be so cold? 1020|I am not cold, 1020|So long as I am happy, too, 1020|But I would like to know 1020|If the fire will burn! 1020|A little fire somewhere, I think, 1020|Would help me sleep, 1020|Or give me sleep so hard 1020|That I could not sleep, 1020|So bad it's the fire. 1020|I'm thinking how I'd like to burn 1020|My house and all the trees, 1020|But it's not possible, and it's not good 1020|When I am freezing cold. 1020|So I'd rather have a big fat lump 1020|Of ice that's not alive, 1020|Like my house and all the trees. 1020|If you would keep me on your lap 1020|You must put up with all sorts of things, 1020|Good and bad, 1020|The same as they. 1020|I have my doubts 1020|About what is and isn't right, 1020|And what is going to be good, 1020|And what isn't, I say. 1020|But if I find 1020|I've had my afternoon 1020|Of the day, good nurse, 1020|Good-bye, I'll not forget 1020|If you did not shake me off, 1020|You were always bad, and I 1020|Don't mind it now, though I 1020|Don't mind much at all. 1020|I'm not so bad 1020|As many folks think I am. 1020|I find I've had enough 1020|Good things, it seems, to keep me in thrall 1020|For a long while, you see. 1020|I think, 1020|And that's my fault, if you don't think 1020|I'm bad, you'll never care to know 1020|How I got off on the other side. 1020|I don't mind, you've made me feel 1020|Like a thousand fucks, and like 1020|A thousand damned wrongs. 1020|I've had mine so hot, 1020|I've had it, you see, 1020|In the same way as you do... 1020|But that's not my only mistake. 1020|I never should hope 1020|To get back out on the other side 1020|And get back to the air, 1020|Or make it even possible 1020|To get back to my old flat 1020|In a fashionable place 1020|That I used to ======================================== SAMPLE 44210 ======================================== 2491|But no--that love, that tender love must ever die 2491|Before I take my home. 2491|But oh! I'd rather leave this mortal coil, 2491|Then die and see thy face again. 2491|My heart it grows weary of earth; my blood 2491|It craves the deep blue sea; 2491|Of dreams alone should it strive, of day 2491|To rest--a white rose on the tomb. 2491|I wish, I wish, I wish again to die. 2491|To love the air and the land, to love the sun- 2491|Away from the stars on the wave; 2491|To breathe with the earth and the sea alone 2491|A breath from the God within. 2491|I seek no more for the sun-god's silent home; 2491|I do not crave the breath of the earth; 2491|I would have thee leave this poor breast, O my lover, 2491|And kiss again, and to-morrow be free 2491|Out of the world of the grave. 2491|With a soft smile upon her face 2491|My love she lies; 2491|The smile of Death is on her lips, 2491|A breath in her eyes. 2491|The smile of Death she sees, the breath 2491|In her cold eyes; 2491|And now she's gone from them away, 2491|Away with the dead. 2491|The roses of my life they lie, 2491|One by one; 2491|Her rose is o'er their grave, and I 2491|Will leave them not. 2491|She smiles at me so, as she lies 2491|In their graves; 2491|It seems as though I were lying, 2491|But I am not. 2491|The roses of my life yet lie, 2491|One upon one; 2491|Her face is so fair, and so sweet, 2491|It seems as though. 2491|Her face is so fair, and so sweet, 2491|They wear 2491|The smile of Death forever in 2491|Their hearts forever. 2491|The roses of my life are dead, 2491|Yet they will lie 2491|With their faces turned to her fair face, 2491|In the grave; 2491|And on her breast those roses will sleep, 2491|And I am not. 2491|Oh! the snow-white rose of the south 2491|And the dear red rose of the north; 2491|The rose that I always have loved, 2491|And the rose that I ever will love. 2491|Her hair that I always have pressed; 2491|Her lips that I've pressed in my dreams; 2491|The kiss that I always have given 2491|To my beautiful, dear, dear mother. 2491|Her face! The face that I love, 2491|But I have never smiled on it. 2491|Oh! the snow-white rose of the south 2491|And the dear red rose of the north; 2491|The rose that I always have loved, 2491|And the rose that I ever will love. 2491|I love her so, that I give her me; 2491|To her name I give my life; 2491|That you may live and be loved ever, 2491|Nevermore to know love or pain. 2491|To-day she is cold, without a home; 2491|To-morrow I may be free; 2491|I know the love that cannot grow old, 2491|And the love I can never give. 2491|She lives in my heart, with my life 2491|And my love for her never weighed; 2491|She breathes in my soul, with her breath 2491|And her gentle life in mine. 2491|She is a rose that springs in my heart, 2491|And the love that I can never give 2491|Is a rose that never dies; 2491|And the rose that never dies. 2491|There is a rose of roses 2491|That never dies; 2491|There is a rose 2491|So sweet and fair. 2491|There is a rose 2491|Where there's no thorn, 2491|A rose 2491|So sweet and young. 2491|But there is ======================================== SAMPLE 44220 ======================================== May we not strive, and dare, 38511|Then, as this mortal soul grows old 38511|In this life's fire, shall we be driven 38511|In the realms of heaven to dwell? 38511|For who can say, in life's young day, 38511|When, by no shadow of doubt, 38511|Our souls and bodies shall be freed 38511|From all this misery, death and doubt? 38511|What! shall the man with soul so strong 38511|Die thus, with soul so fair and weak? 38511|Then let him breathe, his breath be free; 38511|He shall not long endure this life. 38511|We should not be in such a plight, 38511|Were it not madness never to think 38511|That all this earth and all its folk 38511|Might come to be the best and worst, 38511|Of many, of the best outshone 38511|In sooth, or woe, or joy, or pleasure. 38511|The soul that is so filled with pride, 38511|To leave this world, it will forsake; 38511|And then what is the world to me? 38511|I know a lot of griefs are deep 38511|To one who lives this life of grief, 38511|Yet do I not disdain these feelings. 38511|Let us make the best of what is given us; 38511|And when we shall return in peace again, 38511|To that which is already past us, 38511|Awhile delay, in silence, and forget. 38511|I knew the best of pleasures was this, 38511|And, in my wanderings, I have found it; 38511|And shall I be all in all? My tears, 38511|Be silent; and before God decrees 38511|I make thee mine, my body, and soul! 38511|This earth was given for a while to me, 38511|And I shall be no more the servant 38511|Of this joy and sorrow of the world. 38511|Let us to Heaven. I hold no more; 38511|This is the end of life on earth; 38511|Death closes on us. Our bodies pass 38511|Into the light everlasting, 38511|And our souls into the realm of yore. 38511|Who hath not pondered deeply? Who 38511|Doth ponder in his heart with pleasure 38511|And with unholy delight undying 38511|Here is one secret to explain it; 38511|That, I have found, and still shall find, 38511|And shall reveal to other men; 38511|This earth is but a scene of drama 38511|For two or three brief hours, to tell 38511|"Here ends the drama of death and life." 38511|How far above us in the air 38511|Are the clouds of every moving thing! 38511|They show us all, like gauze or gauze, 38511|They wrap us not in dust or rain, 38511|Their silver shadow on the world 38511|Falls not far off, and is as light 38511|As a single moment's shadow; 38511|Their white and sable scales divide 38511|The stars that shine and shine away,-- 38511|'Tis thus all things go wrong, and all 38511|Lives go right, but the earth is wrong! 38511|Here's no snow on mountain tops; on them 38511|The sun but points a little finger; 38511|From these very clouds there descends 38511|A single moment's falling shower, 38511|As if his beam had reached us overhead, 38511|With our own earth so near behind! 38511|The moon, above the waters bright, 38511|From her clear fountain-head descends; 38511|How sweetly shines the lightnings there, 38511|And how the stars are lit in heaven! 38511|The moon appears in every sky, 38511|And there beside her none can be, 38511|For she is ours, and she is here, 38511|And loves her friends, and we her friends, 38511|And always all the greater light, 38511|And ever are ourselves and all. 38511|In every hour, when noontide swims, 38511|On the floor beneath the water-ballons 38511|We sit; till in the ======================================== SAMPLE 44230 ======================================== 13983|As if, having risen, he were to walk abroad; 13983|"Henceforth your host will have it," the man replied, 13983|"Such a servant as I am and his lord must be. 13983|Now be gone, my lords, and be gone; I speak to thee."-- 13983|He said, and strode from the chamber. 13983|So he left the chamber, and his lord returned, 13983|With his men still holding out against them; 13983|They saw in the morning light that the door-way was wide, 13983|But would not forward take. 13983|Homeward all went then in search of the house. 13983|But when the lad was in and search had failed, 13983|For fear and trouble to his loving spirit said: 13983|Thou dost not know the worth of true love; 13983|A faithful heart and a true heart must be; 13983|The best of friends, a life that is noble, 13983|And all these things and more together, 13983|But without them were unendurable, 13983|And therefore farewell, farewell for ever! 13983|And on the morrow, while the sun was yet high, 13983|A letter at the gate, and a knight came by, 13983|And the lady's lord came also. Then he read; 13983|The letter said--and the knight cried: 13983|But, as he looked, 13983|What pitying eyes were there! And he said, "I 13983|Know thee, lady, with all the love I may feel, 13983|And if it should happen that we had not met, 13983|And, when the sun grew lower, I was living 13983|Still all the world--that love I had for thee-- 13983|That passion, lady, see! The heart which I gave 13983|For that which thou art now is so dear to me, 13983|For I know thou wilt keep it to the last." 13983|Then the knight's eyes saw through the eyes of the lady, 13983|And they were glad as a maiden's in her first bliss. 13983|"I come, and my lord's wife and knights will find 13983|And I must say farewell from that day to-morrow." 13983|He went on, with his message, the rest to tell, 13983|As he came through the gate, and they all left her 13983|With another message, that said: 13983|"That is true, my lord dear, I have met with delight; 13983|But I fear my message may have brought me a shame." 13983|So she sought to stay, but her lord's wife, 13983|Lady, by his wonted custom did oppose; 13983|Bade all the knights of the tourney not appear 13983|Before him there, but her presence to reprimand, 13983|With the fault of the letter; nor would relent, 13983|So long as the letter said, for his mind was fixed 13983|That none should be found, save he himself alone, 13983|To carry the message to his lord and king. 13983|The night passed out along the valley's brow, 13983|Then through the morning's bright air broke in haste; 13983|And forth from the city of Orlemain 13983|The knights of the tourney all drew rein, 13983|Came the King and the ladies in stately trains: 13983|Each clad in her diamond ornament, 13983|Each with her hand upon her heart in love. 13983|All day they rode; but at the end of the day, 13983|When the sun in his glory rose in the west 13983|And the night-winds breathed soft, and the stars grew dim 13983|And the moon in her atmosphere sank to rest, 13983|Came a band of warriors--in such fashion they were 13983|All three--of the tourney, the land, and man. 13983|They rode till the light of the morning gleamed, 13983|And the King said, "Good friends, 'twere well you were ======================================== SAMPLE 44240 ======================================== 27297|That he, who made his name, 27297|Should be the first that gazed 27297|On the fair blue room. 27297|But that was not his lot, 27297|And he turned away, 27297|And the world grew old. 27297|"Nay, let him stand within the door, 27297|He and all may go; 27297|The world may know his name, the world may stand; 27297|But I have loved him well." 27297|She stood in the gloaming, 27297|She leaned above the moon; 27297|The wind was in her hair, 27297|And down her breasts it blew. 27297|The wind was at her feet, 27297|The moon below were dry, 27297|And when they stood at her feet 27297|She put out all her feet. 27297|They were so fair, and swift, and sweet, 27297|So swift, so lovely they! 27297|As on her eyes the tears went, 27297|The tears fell from her eyes. 27297|And her love, as it made her moan, 27297|And her grief it did not hide, 27297|And the tears they fell away 27297|The sun grew black on the mountain height; 27297|The clouds were dark in the vale; 27297|The wild wind fell in the vale; 27297|And all night long the white moon fell 27297|Through lonely glen and clover. 27297|The moonlight fell on the earth: 27297|The light was earth with tender grace: 27297|The green grass bent beneath her tread; 27297|The hill was dark with many a star; 27297|And night's white wings were still. 27297|She came down and looked at the sea, 27297|Then went away into the deep, 27297|And left it all in the deep, 27297|And the sea all in the sea. 27297|"No wonder you are wandering!" he said; 27297|"Your home in Paradise is near." 27297|He went down to the sea and the land 27297|In the moon's silver brightness; 27297|He went down to the sea and the wood, 27297|And never came back again. 27297|"You see your home in Heaven?" said he. 27297|"No, I never see it," said she; 27297|"I am gone for a space from this light, 27297|My place in infinite night. 27297|"I am all in your silence," he said; 27297|"I am here with the linnets and birds; 27297|I am very loud in the night, 27297|But I try to sing when day breaks in, 27297|And the whole world sings." 27297|"Then why did God make you so strange? 27297|Why did His hand so near you play?" 27297|"Because my God was strange, too, 27297|And my God had strange things to do; 27297|He went to a desert land, 27297|And did strange things to me." 27297|"Why did you not love Him the same, 27297|And share His suffering and pain?" 27297|"Because that were strange," she said; 27297|"But the desert knows no sorrow." 27297|"And why did He call you away, 27297|To do this strange thing in the sea? 27297|Because He was not strange enough 27297|To walk in the sun." 27297|"But why did you go after Him? 27297|Why did you follow His pain?" 27297|"For all my love, for all my pride, 27297|Was all to follow Him. 27297|"But why do you think, when you were free, 27297|God would not hear you," she said, 27297|"As I followed Him all alone 27297|Across the desert land?" 27297|And while she spoke, the white moon shone 27297|Bright on the starry air; 27297|And she took a hand in hers, and said, 27297|"I thought, my God, His hand might be 27297|Like mine to hold the latch. 27297|"But you know Him all too well, my dear, 27297|How hard it is to go on. 27297|He will not let me ======================================== SAMPLE 44250 ======================================== 1358|And with a kind of prayer of some kind I make, 1358|And then I go to mine own house again. 1358|A month goes round, at which you all begin 1358|To make some alterations and to trim, 1358|And when the second month is come at last, 1358|And all the lights are out upon the earth, 1358|You get to see that the world is one, 1358|And that the sun has set, and all is still-- 1358|It will not do to look about the place 1358|I must go up to sea again, 1358|And you must sit and laugh awhile at me 1358|Because I'm going to a mistress.' 1358|Here is a thing to make me laugh 1358|And sing, and sing a living ode. 1358|I will laugh for ever, even in death; 1358|I will sing a living song, 1358|That the world may hear and not think nought of me, 1358|Because I'm going to a mistress. 1358|I'll sing a living ode, and tell 1358|What it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it be in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode, 1358|Which is the better path to take, 1358|To live to be a man grown old, 1358|Or to die a woman old? 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|When I was young I lived among the fields, 1358|And plucked Cherrimas, 1358|And made the corn stand up by day, 1358|And shook the green maize by night: 1358|This I did when I was young and blithe, 1358|That's the way that I was always glad. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it be in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it be in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode, 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it be in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode, 1358|I'll sing a living ode; 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it be in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode, 1358|I'll sing a living ode; 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it be in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode; 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it is in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode; 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it is in war. 1358|I'll sing a living ode. 1358|I'll sing a living ode; 1358|I'll sing a living ode; 1358|And tell what it is to grow old, 1358|Whether it be to drop dead in peace, 1358|Or whether it is in war. 1358|The old folks at home do sigh and stare 1358|When I my love-life tell, 1358|And they say what was in my life to do 1358|Tells them all ======================================== SAMPLE 44260 ======================================== 37648|And it did make me glad to see it die, 37648|And made my heart rejoice to see it fade. 37648|But the way of my duty, my good Doctor, 37648|I tell you is the way of all men do, 37648|Who all their lives long earnest the way take in 37648|That may bring them happiness and peace. 37648|For never to man did man so great glory 37648|As from the faith and holiness he learned 37648|In faith and love and self-denial; 37648|Wherefore when he dies there's ne'er another 37648|Can equal him in everlasting fame. 37648|Thenceforward in the midst of crowds I came 37648|Into my own sweet religion, 37648|Whose laws are known to every soul 37648|By the sound it makes when it rebukes the world. 37648|For if the world to true humility bow, 37648|There is a power can bestow them; 37648|And they are made free of all the sins 37648|That beset the world in every age. 37648|And though I may not look to them now 37648|For counsel, I rejoice to see 37648|That all those who in the spirit live, 37648|As men and women, are held to-day 37648|To virtue's standard by a faith like theirs. 37648|For he is just and true 37648|Whose heart is so resigned 37648|To a purpose so profound, 37648|He will not, while he lives, brook rebuke, 37648|But do his duty, do his very best: 37648|The sun goes down 37648|And darkness comes on quick, 37648|But shadows will fall on the other side, 37648|And the darkness so dim and sweet 37648|Will soon make up for all the light it sheds, 37648|With a deeper and deadlier crimson. 37648|The birds sing happy songs 37648|O'er the beauty of the wood, 37648|And sing as they comb their tall 37648|Green boughs overhead 37648|That the sun's high noon is past, 37648|And evening brings the starry hours; 37648|But life's day is not yet o'er, 37648|He has yet to begin, 37648|And darkness is about the day 37648|As about an eclipse the sun. 37648|Thus let us go 37648|To the kingdom of delight, 37648|Where no hindrance may be found 37648|By wandering from our way, 37648|And where the shining kingdom fills 37648|Our souls with rapture and with peace. 37648|The lark is flying west 37648|And the sunshine is come, 37648|The leaves are bright with gold 37648|And the flowers are springing fair. 37648|The little birds are singing, 37648|The bees are at work in the grove, 37648|The wild birds follow the trail 37648|And they make an awful noise. 37648|Ah me! how soft the air, 37648|How beautiful is May! 37648|But all the day long 37648|In the city's throng we pass, 37648|Each with some idle thought. 37648|We talk and think and jest, 37648|The city's busy slaves; 37648|And at the close of day 37648|We hear the noisy bell. 37648|As the birds they fly 37648|And the flowers they strew, 37648|Let us with pious toil 37648|Let our thoughts and wishes fill. 37648|As the sheep in time of drought 37648|They seek their grassy fold, 37648|So let us, each day, seek 37648|Some pleasant work and home. 37648|We'll see the sun set, 37648|And at evening we'll call 37648|Upon some friend or other 37648|To tell us of our good. 37648|We'll hear the nightingale 37648|And wonder how she sang 37648|By moonlight in a clime 37648|Where not a bird but she has made 37648|Her nest and stayed to sing. 37648|We'll see the sheep and think 37648|How many sheep she might 37648|Have raised in many a wold, 37648|And left ======================================== SAMPLE 44270 ======================================== 1008|From that fair house, where Christ his Bride 1008|Beheld, and through the golden grates 1008|Of those bright windows pours his light." 1008|"The day breaks," he cried: then, "from the feast 1008|Tak ye your way, and perchance return ere night." 1008|They journey'd on, far as the Lombardy 1008|And Apennine, where they sojourn'd many days. 1008|Here, mist at even rising with the sun, 1008|Made from the waters visible the sign 1008|Betwixt the two sharp storks, that shiver'd the light. 1008|Thus went they to the mountain, whence early night 1008|That covers both; and haste unto the touch 1008|Of touch they took, as one who travels, and 1008|Than the cold takes fatigue. Soon as they stood 1008|Upon the bridge, where first is the passage 1008|Down which mortal men have never come, 1008|Upward they gaze'd, and lo! a glorious orb 1008|Came forth from hell, by that blasphemous lamp 1008|Which once did gird him. Each beholds anew 1008|The beauty of the lovely, and hath need 1008|Of repeatance: for the new display hath wearied 1008|Both of his kind and them. Stern reassembler 1008|Of lamps! thou Pharisee, why thus disputest? 1008|Recall how thou didst grope before, going up 1008|From bridge to bridge, and examining each 1008|Man, whether free and bright, as well he might, 1008|Or burdened with the strait of the earth. Now 1008|With careful eyes, and step unstain'd thou seest me, 1008|So that if I aver that I am led by will, 1008|No temptation ever may him be help'd. 1008|Up to that height, from whence thou dost lift thy head, 1008|One was I; and of the other group I saw 1008|Few gleaming on, when I following them came, 1008|Seven small sparkles alone could I descry; 1008|Whereat I exclaim'd; "Mistaken fellow, 1008|Why of these aloft dost thou so grieve, 1008|And as a thing inconsequent trash breathe'st?" 1008|Then he: "The blame, which falls on me for thee, 1008|Is that, which flows not from the wanting truth, 1008|Which thy desires seek. The truth once learnt, 1008|Unto my longing would I give my love, 1008|Shouldest thou ask for any. Now thy will 1008|Is this reward'd, whereby these mount to thee, 1008|For their deliverance." Do not dismiss, 1008|Latona's bidding, which I was grieved to hear, 1008|And accept as true the vision false which came 1008|From him of peace, which counsel he so sternly 1008|Disclos'd; for he was sign'd by Beatrice, 1008|Who thus in answer spake: "Greatly indeed 1008|His desire is of equilibrium, to know 1008|What is the balance-plate holding in its goblet, 1008|When the water and the other ingredients 1008|Are added. But that hard provision take 1008|That in our skiey cell, 'mid sojourn there 1008|Of winged flame, we are press'd on all sides, do scale 1008|So high a step, the tumult would be still 1008|And distant, if I were not th' attendant thrall 1008|Of pre-eminence. Therefore thy comprehension 1008|Is far beyond our wit. Therefore for this, 1008|Hast thou less appetite to listen, I charge 1008|Thy mien and discourse to make persuasion, line on 1008|Line with the Infinite, that thou mayst feel his truth, 1008|And he of it thy doubt may sum up." Thus spake 1008|The tempest. To whom the bard adjoin'd: "Say, " taught 1008|Truth, and her strict justice with justice reconcile." 1008|"Outhor your Guide, and Father, you are kin 1008|Into ======================================== SAMPLE 44280 ======================================== 615|"To him the King of Spain my life restore, 615|So to return to France and thee, he prayed." 615|So he in kind amity made sign, and stayed. 615|And made the courser speed his way, and drew 615|Behind the two, and they, beholding him, 615|To the two couriers turn. To Rodomont 615|We have an image, which so well appeareth, 615|That I with other likeness will compare. 615|With so great favour a pitying friend 615|Bespeak to him, or by sound or sight 615|Show him the wondrous man, (for he was wise, 615|Nor lacked the wisdom which such goodly deed 615|Bespeak) which Rodomont perceiving, said: 615|"That image of mine, which is like the man, 615|In likeness and in likeness, tell, and will; 615|And the sequel, which on that knight is known, 615|This will I tell to thee. In that well-grasped land 615|Wandering, I met a knight of France; whose name 615|Was Charles; and we (who had not found him there) 615|Had travelled under another, in spite 615|Of what I had not yet found out by sight 615|Of the third, on a mountain side that lies 615|Within three mountains of that brave, illustrious band. 615|"I asked him, what, if he were living grown, 615|He with the cavaliers was living with, 615|And if his mother, and whereof we learn, 615|At Marseilles is lost: that he might tell 615|What chance had reft them of the father man; 615|But he for answer would have turned me round; 615|-- And with a bitter smile was full of woe; 615|"And when he heard that I in answer spake, 615|He grudged to God nor less his answer new, 615|That I had deemed his sister from his side 615|Could safely bear him and the child beside; 615|For of a wife in life he could not feel 615|The fear, the terror, or the fear with me; 615|And, to behold his sister, he would wend; 615|-- Such as that cavalier was wont to show 615|To me and to my mother, when she bade. 615|"This said, that cavalier, who knew the pair, 615|Swayed by that love that had so well beguiled 615|Our youth, (so Heaven decreed) to gain to light; 615|Was such the love by which in everlasting light 615|We hope, in misery, in want, and evil plight. 615|The love is like the sun, that kindleth all, 615|The light by which the glory of the day 615|Is kindled, as when on the plain, 'mid heaps and heaps 615|We see the smoke of the nightingale's new-mated nest. 615|"I ween, on that mountain's rocky top, 615|(For so it happed, the fire was in the air) 615|The knight, with horse and arms, in answer made 615|His lady the following words, which I repeat: 615|- "That cavalier, whom from my mother I 615|With Love's eternal bliss, O mortal man, 615|As many times have heard him swear or say, 615|Albeit to me unknown, is, oftentimes, 615|In one of nature's smiles, my sweetest knight; 615|"Or else, he would have me know, that from his heart 615|Fair love, with that celestial beauty, springs: 615|And such this lady is; as thou may'st see, 615|And all the rest that dress the heavenly bower. 615|Him to this quest I will deliver are, 615|To see this lady without more delay; 615|And, as a faithful guide, to help him me, 615|And tell, to what strange port he sails for me. 615|"But, if, o'erfull the mountain that she press 615|(And that so mightily the goodly-skilled 615|His hand) she shall her vessel raise, that mails 615|Me in Argier's isle a thousand fathoms deep: 615|But if she tow'rds mine arm let her be seen, 615|So shall she bring me safe to where I dwell. ======================================== SAMPLE 44290 ======================================== 1322|I have been through this town on every side 1322|Hither and thither in the morning and at night. 1322|In the first hours only a thousand have met and exchanged 1322|A moment's silence at the door of the prison-house, 1322|I am come with the first beam of light to make free 1322|For the soul's sake for the soul's sake of them who will come after me! 1322|To me and to them the future is as a candle burning pale. 1322|Through the first hour the soul has not been free to exchange 1322|A moment's respite from the soul's respite which is but a dream. 1322|And there is only the first beam and the one moment to ask-- 1322|But you, O prison, have heard the cry that has not died-- 1322|How can you hold me? in what fortress shall I find strength? 1322|I have been with them day and night and season after season, 1322|I can not remember the time, not if I looked for it long; 1322|But I see you have a thousand prisons and watchfires-- 1322|I see the jails burning and the cuffs clicking in the morning light. 1322|And you see the prison with its watchfires and prison walls, 1322|And the sight of each separate watchfire has a thousand chances. 1322|I look at the prison and am free to the heart and with it; 1322|I am free to the heart, all the more free because I look so. 1322|In you I have found freedom, O prison that holds me--and you! 1322|In the light of early morning at night the prison was burning. 1322|And all the prison, with its watchfires on the hill and below, 1322|Is a flame, O prison-prison. 1322|O prison, I look back that was the way into America. 1322|(This is a common mistake made by a traveler in an unfamiliar country.) 1322|The city-cities grew and rose and were flourishing without me, 1322|And I have been dying in the gardens and flowers and sunlight and the sea. 1322|And the prison grew and grew beyond my prison. 1322|I found a way into the country in the ancient American city. 1322|I shall build again the prison-wall along the road that I have trod; 1322|My heart finds a way into the city even though it hears not. 1322|As an out-ward bound ship that makes no port nor any port in the world, 1322|There's nothing you can say to me, as I stand on the beach of my native land. 1322|To-day is the forty-fifth day since I have last looked at the sea. 1322|And it seems a long, long time when the time comes to pass over again, 1322|I shall build up once more a wall upon the desolate sand tracks that lead 1322|Over and over again a trackless path that no human hand can find. 1322|In the year of our discontent the land was in flower, 1322|For its season was full, and the fruits were all gathering. 1322|The flowers grew on the elms, the chestnuts littered the ground, 1322|And the berries in the bushes stood up and seemed to be inviting, 1322|The lizards in their holes sat smiling, the ante-holes of the 1322|roots were all open and waiting to take in the gems and 1322|sweetness that they had missed so long. 1322|And the birds sat on the boughs, the bats perched and waited, 1322|But they had no word to say and they could not all be heard, 1322|It was very strange to see them coming down in the wind that was 1322|bringing them in from the other side of the water--over the waters 1322|that roll in a steady stream and ever go down to the sea, 1322|Over the waters that open and are silent the only sound is the 1322|still 1322|And it's very strange to see them going slowly down the trackless tide; 1322|It is very strange to see them going under in the sea, 1322|It is even more strange to see those strangers, the children of the 1322|rain, 1322|It is strange to hear them singing the country songs they learned when 1322|Little brown star 1322|For the years of silence in which I lay my ======================================== SAMPLE 44300 ======================================== 29574|In the boudoir, where in peace she doth 29574|her house, where she will live her life, 29574|In quiet and repose. 29574|This night she gan of all her woe 29574|to bewail'd, she wail'd so long: 29574|She spake to him that her husband loved, 29574|(As she said on that day) 29574|So that he came home from sea, 29574|To be with her. He is now, 29574|as a true husband and true man, 29574|He's married with the deere, 29574|the most fair of womankind. 29574|The morrow, as we have heard saire, 29574|He came hither houluie. 29574|and all gan he to bewailes 29574|Th' olde lord, the god doth cry, 29574|_Levee and realm adios_, _ye mighty knaves,_ 29574|_Why should your goodes for ever be 29574|with the bloudie, the worldie and vile, 29574|The worlde is witli the foule; 29574|I'll put you in my deere, 29574|and by herselfe; she would be your wife. 29574|So that these _Iesu_ drewe to make. 29574|and made the _Phobol oaks_ a shrine and fane, 29574|The knaue, the aire and the flowers, they call 29574|All kinds of _Ioue_, that's so gret a name, 29574|To her that's a knaue, to her that's a beau. 29574|She then did say, _Elesa_, what have we 29574|to doo? what has the burthen made us now? 29574|Thou shalt thy husband be, and be his wife. 29574|To whom said _Iesu_, _Phobol_ then spake, 29574|_Levee and kingdom of Aude_, shee said then. 29574|I will be his wife in his boudoir now, 29574|I, _Elisa, heauen of gold_, shee said. 29574|_Phobol_, said _Elesa_, shee said again, _Phobol_, 29574|I will to thee be his wife. 29574|_Elys_. Aye then said _Phobol_, I will be his wife. 29574|To which, with more politique and grace, 29574|said _Phobol_, _Elesa_, for this true heauen, 29574|I will my lordesse in the lawe of heaven to take 29574|and his knaues, that they may be his wife. 29574|And next to doo this knaue and his son, 29574|for this false heauen, _Ioue_, shee said. 29574|Then said _Phobol_, _Elesa_, and _Levee_, and _Man_. 29574|Then _Phorke_, _Ioue_, _Iauel_, _Phoebe_, said then. 29574|Then backe the king an hundred goodly bowes, 29574|_Phorke_ said, _Elesa_, you shall with no mense 29574|sigh for thy son, for this he would avenge; 29574|And hee would be his wife in his boudoir now, 29574|he would be his wife in his boudoir now, 29574|And be a knaue in his deere, _Phorke_ said then. 29574|And _Phorke_ spake a second, _Ioue_, you shall be 29574|his wife, _Elesa_, and his son thy selfe hee. 29574|Thou shalt, _Phoebe_, be his wife in thy boudoir now, 29574|But I will make thee his mistress of all time: 29574|To make thee his mistress when hee is dead, 29574|I will take thee, be so wise as to seeke 29574|this thing to allonge in such wise, as I taine. 29574|But ======================================== SAMPLE 44310 ======================================== 29357|Till a blue-bird sings, then the rain is silent, 29357|The flowers are all away from the garden, 29357|But there's a little yellow butterfly. 29357|When you look through the peeling rafters 29357|At the bright blue sky, at the little sun, 29357|That like a little penny in the rafters 29357|Wrestles its way through the gleaming glass,-- 29357|And then, oh, you feel as if you were going 29357|Down a golden and shining street, you 29357|'Mid the tinkling bells, that seem to jingle 29357|Just as gently as a penny pennant, 29357|And the merry children run and laugh so 29357|Romping and shouting with such splendor! 29357|And then you stand and smile and think of the 29357|Lucky boy who's playing there by your side, 29357|And the big white lantern on the roof, just 29357|As brightly gleaming and smoking there; 29357|And you wish that you might go back and 29357|Play--oh, yes, I wish I could go back and 29357|Play in that wonderful, wonderful city 29357|Of yesterday. 29357|It was somewhere in the east before the 29357|morning, 29357|And nothing could be seen in the window 29357|But the tall black clouds, that were rolling overhead, 29357|And the little red sun, shining through them, 29357|With a gleam of its little splendor shining, 29357|As white as a cloud, 29357|And white as a moon. 29357|It was somewhere in the west when the 29357|morning shone brightly, I'm sure, 29357|For the little red sun shone on the 29357|hillside so, too, beautifully. 29357|For when I was down there, in the wood, 29357|I found a little apple-tree, I think. 29357|It was a beautiful place, I've seen, 29357|With green and blue, and green and red, 29357|And every red leaf had a gem. 29357|Oh, there were many little trees 29357|Where blossoms of April came, 29357|And many little flowers, too, 29357|And so, in sweet April weather, 29357|The apple-blossoms came down;-- 29357|I guess I was always a-listless child, 29357|Being such a tiny boy. 29357|It is so cold and dark outside, 29357|With snow so thick and white outside," 29357|"I wonder where I might be now 29357|Without my mother," he reasoned, 29357|"Seeing the winter weather; 29357|For I see the snow, the black road, 29357|And the road that's coming up, 29357|And I hear the wind, that seems to grow 29357|More and more hoarse and gray, 29357|As if some great snow-storm was near," 29357|"Oh, I have nothing to bear, 29357|No task for every day," 29357|answered the little boy; 29357|"Why, in the spring-time, I was always toiled, 29357|And often I heard the dogs barking, 29357|And you were standing near me 29357|In my busy day's work. 29357|I am sure I was not shy, 29357|But always glad to be there 29357|When you greeted me each day. 29357|I am sure, if it pleases you 29357|To find me here already, 29357|It should be only with wishings 29357|That I greet each day. 29357|My mother, who is waiting, 29357|Will come to-morrow, will meet me 29357|With some kind of greeting. But, I must be 29357|Going to-morrow, so the flowers 29357|Must wait and watch for me." 29357|"They need not hurry, 29357|My friends, for one so brave; 29357|The first and best friend is a girl, and yet, 29357|The old clock now keeps time," quoth then 29357|The little one who waited near. 29357|"What shall I do with my clothes?" 29357|"I shall lay them down," she replied; 29357|"And wash ======================================== SAMPLE 44320 ======================================== 2130|And I in her eye, my soul within her eye; 2130|I had been happy, were it not for this strife, 2130|Forgetting half the blessings woman gives, 2130|And half the sorrows that in her do lurk, 2130|The bitterness, the passion, and the doubt; 2130|I should be happy, were I not beholden 2130|To the god I loved and called my godhead, 2130|She loved and called me, and she loved me ever. 2130|My God! my God! I live in thy sweet air, 2130|Thy sweet green garden, and thy trees and flowers; 2130|I touch thy hand with mine, it quivers there, 2130|As if there had been some death to sever. 2130|And this sweet feeling! O, thou knowest it! 2130|Some heavy darkness, some unaccountable dark; 2130|That shall not pass, but still torment me. 2130|If I should feel it, thou wilt know it too. 2130|O God! thou knowest; and the world must give way, 2130|For I should know, and feel it too, at last. 2130|I do not feel thy love as yet, 2130|As far as I can rightly say; 2130|'T is too soon, I know, and I delay 2130|Time with a long farewell, so soon! 2130|But when 'tis fully ready for my last 2130|First words to say, I'll utter them, 2130|As if the words were spoken to fly o'er 2130|The very soul of sorrow. 2130|O! when I should be left alone 2130|To my last moments with my God! 2130|I should be weeping, yes, but not of mine; 2130|All on my head hung down a bough for me. 2130|O, when I should be left alone 2130|To my last moments with my God! 2130|I should walk with a friend on some clear day, 2130|And walk and speak with a hand divine, 2130|Till I should be the friend of the Friend divine, 2130|And the touch of his hand have no end. 2130|O! when I should have strength to speak 2130|And not to lose it in silence, 2130|To stay me here with my friend on the brink 2130|Of a sea which cannot tide me from thee, 2130|I should speak with some one's voice in it, 2130|And I should be silent, yea and still, 2130|And watch my breath drop as if my soul 2130|Were breathing through it a few sweet words, 2130|While still my heart would beat in my lips 2130|And feel it not yet! I should feel thee 2130|And follow thee, and on thy face 2130|Should look one heart; and I should kneel down 2130|A moment in reverence--not as one 2130|In a mad-cap chorus, praying to be 2130|Unconscious to stay, but as one 2130|To kiss thy last lips, and leave thee 2130|When thou shalt rise from out the cold 2130|And call thee, in thy god-like place, 2130|Up to thy place where only I 2130|May see and know thee. Thou shalt speak, 2130|And in thy wisdom teach me, while 2130|I too shall walk with thee, speak, raise 2130|My face for such a quick farewell 2130|As on thy breast I'd leave ere the end. 2130|Then we shall kiss, and make farewell, 2130|And be one soul again! 2130|Thee as I walk not 2130|Thee silently, 2130|As I stand 2130|And listen, I should fear to say 2130|Good-night to thee. 2130|Thee as I go not, 2130|As I stand 2130|On my door ledge, to thy far cry, 2130|To the noise of the woods, 2130|To the noise of the sea, 2130|As I call thy name, 2130|As I listen, I should fear 2130|To answer thee. 2130|As I call thy name, 2130|As I lay me on at thy feet, 2130|At thy feet-- 21 ======================================== SAMPLE 44330 ======================================== 8187|"Away with your folly!" says a little lady, 8187|"I've been a naughty, naughty child my whole life long. 8187|"I never did what I've just now decided to, 8187|"But I'm so scared of _doing it_, I can't stay there. 8187|"I'm so naughty that I want to be a boy, 8187|"But oh, the thought of _starting_ makes me scream!-- 8187|"Away with your folly! _I'm_ going to be a boy! 8187|"I'll have a dress on my back, and a cloak on my head, 8187|"And a boy's coat will I sew on, and a boy's hat on, 8187|"And, oh, yes, I'll go by my boy's name, Miss Pup!" 8187|I'll give you three golden girdles to bind on 8187|Your hands and feet in a ring; 8187|And you shall have three golden ribands to bind on 8187|Your neck in three, O. Miss L. 8187|I'm so shy and so sweet, I wish that I were a butterfly. 8187|I wish, if I were a butterfly, there were no borders round my heart. 8187|In summer I am gay and bold, 8187|In winter I am shy and cold, 8187|In summer I am hushty and low, 8187|In winter I'm silent and gloomy. 8187|Oh, I'm very, very shy, 8187|So timid, shy, very shy, 8187|And very, very, very, very shy! 8187|Then when my darling does come, 8187|Oh, then I look about, 8187|And oh, there's nothing but flowers round my darling's feet! 8187|"Come to the garden, Rose-- 8187|I've planted a little flower"-- 8187|"And it shall bloom till the night"-- 8187|"Oh come to the garden, Rose, 8187|And bloom till the nightingale!" 8187|So saying, she gave a peep, 8187|And, lo, the little flower was sprung-- 8187|The moon beheld its beauty of tender grace, 8187|And as it gleamed upon her fairy bride 8187|"Come to the garden, Rose, and bloom there, 8187|Oh come to the garden, Rose, and blossom there; 8187|For surely at the word of the nightingale, 8187|The flower will come to light, and the bird to sing." 8187|So, timid, shy, she went in, 8187|And plucked a flower so bright, 8187|That it turned her light heart afire, 8187|And made her blushes bright, 8187|And made her cheeks as warm 8187|As blushes of the rose, 8187|And made her lips as red 8187|As roses when they blow. 8187|Then went she back to the husht, 8187|And when she got there, 8187|Her darling dog, the little dog, 8187|Was waiting in the hall, 8187|The garden where, oh, love, 8187|She'd come to sing and dance. 8187|"O come to the garden, Rose," 8187|The lovely lady cried; 8187|"Come to the garden, Rose, 8187|And flower the flowers so sweet. 8187|"And when you come, kiss me, 8187|My dearest dog, and I 8187|Will make you the rose of the garden, 8187|And sweetest of fountains." 8187|The little dog looked up, 8187|And sniffed the dew so sweet, 8187|And blushing took her kiss, 8187|Of flowers that, oh, heaven, 8187|She made a rose from then, 8187|And blushing rose to-night. 8187|And every day she danced 8187|And sang a rosy song; 8187|It filled her veins with bliss, 8187|And made her heart sing too. 8187|And every day she danced, 8187|And did the songs well, 8187|Till rosy Rose herself 8187|Gave consent that she should marry. 8187|Come to their windows, come to their latt ======================================== SAMPLE 44340 ======================================== 19385|As he would a king. 19385|The gowany neck he wore 19385|With many a lace, 19385|And the white satin stole, 19385|And the gorget-weave gay 19385|With the gossamer flowers; 19385|And his hand, in service long, 19385|As was high-hatted; 19385|Then the silvery fluttering wreath 19385|That hung down, while his eyes o'erran 19385|The sun-dial's azure rim-- 19385|A sable gournameen, 19385|With the yellow gold of his hair-- 19385|And the light curls that fanned 19385|His neck in the full brow, 19385|And his gilded cheek like a dream 19385|Of a summer night. 19385|His feet were light as the feather, 19385|His hands were light as a wreath, 19385|And, in passing, he smiled with love 19385|As his lips to a fan; 19385|But ah! he was of that proud race-- 19385|The rarest of things rare, 19385|Whose rarest of things 's the light that falls 19385|O'er their white breast of snow. 19385|When he smiled, for his heart grew sad 19385|That any eye should prize 19385|A form so fair and stately, 19385|To the heart that loved to feel 19385|The pride in its bosom glisten. 19385|There is a mountain-home beside the seas, 19385|A mountain-home whose roof is never gray, 19385|Where the birds that ply their notes among 19385|The oaks of long beech trees are known far and wide; 19385|A mountain-soul and a mountain-will 19385|Enchant the soul that dwells there, where the bowers 19385|Of yonder world are bright and sweet as they; 19385|There, on the rock that leans above the stream, 19385|The white rose falls its fragrance on the ocean, 19385|That rolls and reels and heaves in beauty's arms. 19385|I think it is that mountain-soul which sings 19385|The dewy light of the flower of hope that gushes 19385|So sweet on our spirit-world while we dream it, 19385|The voice by which our life-way to God is led. 19385|The moon-dawn is breaking, and the clouds are gray, 19385|Yet yet the white moon is brightening the sky, 19385|With a tender and tender light that's like the ray 19385|Of her light love-lit eye as she's looking up. 19385|Away to the wild woods is a pathway high, 19385|'Neath the oak that stands alone on the hill, 19385|And, O, if the morning is sweet in its glow, 19385|To the lonely mountain-hold it will make gay. 19385|Its mountain, like a mountain, that hath been 19385|Torn from the summits of old oaks, and is 19385|The symbol of a living and mighty will 19385|Which, though far apart, yet in each heart is true, 19385|And, though all earth-things may be scattered and fled, 19385|Its mighty memory to every shore shall cling. 19385|There, by its rocky bed, the young lambs bleat 19385|In the sunshiny dawn of spring, 19385|While the sun's beams upon its mountain steep 19385|Are pouring in a joyous shower 19385|On the white snow lying on its bosom pale, 19385|While the birds sing on all their blossoms cool, 19385|And the trees have their tall violets wreathed 19385|Round by the white snow in a carpet fair; 19385|Nor, when the night is darkness, is there said 19385|The happy hours of the Christmas-tide to die, 19385|While the white stars glimmer forth their sweet light 19385|And the sun his glory grows more great of heart 19385|And goes down to the earth as if to rest 19385|Where the tender heart of the babe is laid; 19385|Onward goes Love--the world is his--the sea 19385|Is his and the sun is his, the light which flows 19385| ======================================== SAMPLE 44350 ======================================== May be seen in my memory as is far more vivid the whole scene. 1365|I have a daughter and a brother, my son, whom I hold as in high 1365|possession; and in my daughter also I hold a brother who is the 1365|glorified father. My son I love with as tender love as any 1365|son can give unto the mother she is the mother of my son, 1365|and it is more than a semblance, it is more than a resemblance. 1365|The day has come, the time is late, and the night draws on, 1365|I am but weak and my strength is fallen, so they have stripped me 1365|and their torture is done. 1365|The day has come, and the time is past, but still I can feel it 1365|harming me. 1365|I am the weakest and the most ignorant of them that I have raised 1365|them to my eyes: 1365|Yet I have been a shepherd to all the flock I have gathered as I 1365|think. I have been the leader of the flock that have gone to 1365|My father is an old and learned man, and the house has had no 1365|little he is not one of the wise, 1365|But he has given me a cup of wine to drink before we eat, for 1365|the end of this war. 1365|The day has come, and the time is past, and the tumult of the 1365|war is over. 1365|I am but a child with the handmaids of Nature round me; she is a 1365|greater woman, and we two have risen into great beauty, and 1365|and in the light of her face we have met, and she is happy to 1365|therefore. 1365|I have brought the wine and the cup to the feast-table of one of them; 1365|I am but a child with the children of Nature round me; they are 1365|wondrous with love and knowledge and wisdom. 1365|I have been a shepherd to all the flock my sons have gathered; they 1365|have stripped me, and their torture is done. 1365|It hath been a great joy and an holy gladness to me while I 1365|hast been the shepherd of the flock that has gathered; they have 1365|taken, and brought, and I have been strong and free to their 1365|treaties and their promises. 1365|I have been a shepherd to all the flock of which I have been the 1365|leader: I have been the shepherd to all the flock of which I 1365|have been the leader. 1365|For they are more than men, and I am more than they; I am a child 1365|with the handmaidens of Nature; they lead me round to the great 1365|And I am the mother of all my flock, and the father of all my 1365|possessions. 1365|I am the mother of all my possessions; and thus the greater 1365|and more glorious I am. 1365|This is a wondrous thing, and in a wondrous manner I have been 1365|a shepherd to my flock, and I have been a shepherd to them. 1365|And all their children have been my children, and all their 1365|children's children have been my children. 1365|I am more than I have been. I have risen from the water and risen 1365|from the earth with the sea and the fire, and with the 1365|blessing that is without taste of sorrow, and have been crowned 1365|With the blessings of this earth that is the gift of the sky. 1365|I have been a leader, and I have been a leader, and every 1365|possessing. 1365|And the glory that has been bestowed upon me by all the 1365|having been one day with the handsmaids in the presence of them, 1365|and the day, and the night and the day, and the night and the 1365|morning, and the morning of all the year. 1365|I am glad to have been one day with them, and I rejoice in this 1365|measure. 1365|But all the glory of my life hath gone unto the earth; and 1365|I have become a slave to death, and a slave through all the 1365|world, and a servant. 1365|And ======================================== SAMPLE 44360 ======================================== 1365|A shadow upon the sea. 1365|To him in the dark, with his sword in his grasp, 1365|The captain of the pirates cried, 1365|"You must be John de Winter, my good sir, 1365|As you come sailing o'er the sea!" 1365|"I wish I were," said Rob--a lad of twenty years, 1365|A lad of twenty years from the Rhine, 1365|With a heart for adventure and a head for learning, 1365|And a hand to do a job as well. 1365|"We should not have brought any of our merchants here, 1365|If we had not packed a trunk with arms and men; 1365|There must be somewhere in your company a wife, 1365|That would like to be a sailor's wife. 1365|"Our captain's boy is half of a high noble family; 1365|I knew him, ere I sailed to the world, 1365|As a kid knew the king of the land, a great and gay boy, 1365|With a chin of cream and a golden hair. 1365|"The king of all high lands is dying in exile, 1365|And all these lands in the sea are his, 1365|And now in his dying house will he be buried, 1365|And no one on earth shall the truth recall. 1365|"The king's daughter will choose from among a thousand dames, 1365|Who work out their own lives in the sea; 1365|But never before had such a choice been made, 1365|As woman has ever made till now." 1365|The captain of the pirates then replied, 1365|"You must be Nute, with your curly head; 1365|I think you will find that we take not much pains 1365|For our people, and think there is more room 1365|On the shores, in our store of gold. 1365|"We carry not silver, nor any heavy brass, 1365|Nor do we bring any iron ore; 1365|If you seek us out, you will find that we live 1365|By the sweat of our brow in the heat of the sun, 1365|And do not fear us a whit." 1365|The ship came closer to the shore, 1365|And closer the pirates drew near, 1365|And louder and closer drew to shore 1365|The ship's haunch began to dip; 1365|And out on the sands one saw, with a shudder, 1365|The whole body of Rob the pirate stand, 1365|As it was nailed to the mast with a piece of lead. 1365|For behold, upon his breast 1365|Was a garland of wild flowers, 1365|With a thousand blossomings the brightest 1365|Were spread from east to west. 1365|Then forth with joyous shout 1365|Came the whole of the pirates on shore, 1365|But not a one came back again. 1365|The King of the pirates saw the gauntlet, 1365|And he cried, "The day's end is coming, 1365|Bring the gauntlet to me!" 1365|So forth at the harbor head 1365|Came the pirates one by one, 1365|And soon the gauntlet reached the King of the Pirates, 1365|It was cut by a thousand ducats in gold, 1365|That was the necklace that John de Winter 1365|Wrought for himself and fifty pounds for the pirate. 1365|And it weighed but ten pounds when he cut it, 1365|Had no pearls as yet to carry it; 1365|But the twenty knights of his household, 1365|With an oath they took at the shoulder, 1365|And pledged the gauntlet to John de Winter, 1365|Till the pirate by the shoulder threw it, 1365|And in the wave of the sea it broke. 1365|The pirate with the gauntlet flew up, 1365|And cried out, "The day's end is coming, 1365|The day of the pirate, John de Winter." 1365|Out of the river it fell on the king's ear, 1365|He laughed, "For John de Winter! to my shame." 1365|Then he said to the pirates, "Come back! 1365|By my word and my truth I will not be cheated, 1365|Let me see your g ======================================== SAMPLE 44370 ======================================== 8187|That in the world, though he himself 8187|Hath been more happy than the rest, 8187|Yet, "as they live" (says he) I'm one, 8187|One alone that all the rest surpasses; 8187|"One"--but why think overmuch 8187|In looking at this mighty waste-- 8187|The _others_ have _made_ me; and, _I_, as one 8187|For whom no _burden_ was too hard to bear, 8187|Who have felt, like a whole great nation, woe 8187|_Woe_, and had reason to be wisht _why_-- 8187|If so it be, who tells--that _I_, too, _could_ 8187|And _would_ be happy, and all that, _if_ 8187|But one were here to give me one little place 8187|Where I might, year after year, in my glory rest, 8187|_For_ _one_ dear _moment_ be all alone with _mine_! 8187|But if, thro' all their bliss and sadness here, 8187|In these gay halls of marble, one were to tread, 8187|One only _moment_, as a _memory_ divine, 8187|One little _place_ of earth, one little _moment_, 8187|Where he could look at me without thinking of _he_; 8187|And, if, thro' many years, _one short _moment_ of joy, 8187|_One_ were not left, one single _moment_, to say 8187|I had _one_, no _burden_ in life could lay-- 8187|One sole _moment_ be _mine_--tho' one were _all_ that lay 8187|Before me, to _settle_ in that _one_ for ever,-- 8187|There, all the world would lose its _best_, most _perfect_ peace-- 8187|My _one_ were to be left, _all_ that _one_ could give, 8187|One _burden_--nothing more--the wretch, who _feels_, 8187|Had _one_ _moment_ left me to _break_ his _will_,-- 8187|And I should, when _that_ was all, lie on an urn, 8187|The _work_ of all my _duties_, from _one_ fault free heart! 8187|And it were so! but, ah, that was one _fault_ in life, 8187|Which, even when it _may_ be, some _part_ befell me! 8187|The rest was all myself, in all its _suit_ess, 8187|What, not one word, by heaven, in _my_ _hearing, 8187|From my own _heart_ spoken, even _though_ I _must_! 8187|The _life_ I _living_, as I _living_ _thru_; 8187|How oft, even_while_ I _heard_, thro' _my_ _living_ hearing, 8187|That thou wast _ready_--thou, _sure_, thro' _this_ thro' _that_! 8187|Oh, what _lows_ the parson, who to _one_ love cannot 8187|Find any excuse--_two_?--no,--_three_ too?-- 8187|When _four_ will never _do_, when _five_ are _too_ many? 8187|When _six_ thro' _seven_ must now_ and _eight_ suffice? 8187|And when _nine_ there're no _tolls_ to _ten_ening _two_ there, 8187|When those good _ten_ are _twelve_ still _whole_ enough? 8187|Oh! 'tis hard, it seems, to love when none doth love; 8187|It would be worse, forsooth, were I _right_ to love! 8187|But, _three_ good _fours_ my folly could _steal_, 8187|To _four_ good _fives_--well, how bitter to learn 8187|That the poor fool _has_ such a _fiver_ (they say) 8187|As, by the aid of chance, I may not ======================================== SAMPLE 44380 ======================================== 3650|From which he now draws off the soul. 3650|A bird, of nocturnal wings, 3650|Has made him one whose drowsiness 3650|With rest can never check. 3650|His thoughts are light, whose thoughts are swift, 3650|Though of themay they're a mile, 3650|As swift as eagles' as they fly, 3650|When from the earth they lie. 3650|He drinks from life's large life without slaking 3650|Its sweet and savory things, 3650|And he devours the wholesome fare 3650|That Jesus ate of old. 3650|He comes among us from without 3650|With things no sense can see 3650|As food for thought that eat our bread, 3650|And drink our wine too soon. 3650|O great is my knowledge of this bird, 3650|And many more. And so I cry: 3650|"This bird and I shall have a feast 3650|Together; and when you have drunk deep, 3650|This bird will show you all." 3650|I've heard that in the days of old, 3650|Ere the world was made, 3650|Birds like unto us did sing 3650|Silence and rest among. 3650|Now unto us their song is sweet, 3650|Their rest is ground, their clay is hot. 3650|And our great sage, the great Teacher, 3650|Hath put a stop thereto. 3650|And when from bird to bird we go, 3650|A silence doth not break; 3650|But life and love and light and joy 3650|Are in that quiet place. 3650|I've heard that in the days of old 3650|Birds like unto us did sing 3650|Rest amid a throng; 3650|And we alone, in the open air, 3650|A like sweet joy find. 3650|Ah! then the world was made without hands, 3650|And birds with wings did fly apace, 3650|As now with plenty of their food, 3650|Aye helping by the way. 3650|And so the world is made without hands, 3650|And still the birds do sing 3650|Their joys in the open air to share, 3650|And for to rest the while. 3650|I've heard that in the days of old 3650|The earth was made of many a lotus, 3650|And beasts of the field did feed 3650|Till the earth was full of them. 3650|Now unto us their land they take, 3650|And us they make to keep, 3650|And make the world, and have their own 3650|And have their own alone. 3650|But now the earth is made of lotus, 3650|The beasts of the field do dwell 3650|Here in the land they do not own, 3650|My good friend, without a cause. 3650|Ah! then the earth is formed of lotus, 3650|The world is made of us, 3650|And birds of the air thereby are born 3650|And fruitful in the wave. 3650|The hills of the world, the hills of grass, 3650|Were made to be the beds for beasts, 3650|And thus the world grew up, and grew old, 3650|And still the flowers thereof thrive. 3650|The flowers of the world, I grant them, are 3650|No more in the state of ashes, 3650|But, in the state of immortality, 3650|They flourish still in glory. 3650|We are born, our happiness is known 3650|With the first dawn that lifts a bud; 3650|And nothing we can do is unknown, 3650|Whatever we do or dream. 3650|We are born to joy, and we are sent 3650|To laugh and smile and strive and be glad; 3650|And we have all things to be glad of 3650|When we are born, in the open air, 3650|With spirits of air for friends. 3650|We are born to laugh and sing and run, 3650|To love and to be strange and wise, 3650|And once more we are glad in the flush 3650|Of the new day that we have seen. 3650|We are born and ======================================== SAMPLE 44390 ======================================== 16059|La luna á sus estaciones 16059|Del áspero á la llama 16059|¡Ay! ¡Cuán riquez, oir la nieve, 16059|Ya la que dicen mí me niega 16059|No encuentara 16059|Nada de mi amor. 16059|¡Cuán riquez le hallaba 16059|Y las flores, donde al que nada 16059|Más bien riquez otro, 16059|Y á los estados mi padre 16059|En mi nombre le dice 16059|Del arco riquez. 16059|Viles y mis garconsas bonos, 16059|Viles y mis garconsas llegas, 16059|Viles y mis garconsas tambas 16059|Después de tu moscone 16059|Y aun veíase el féretro 16059|De venganza, á mi voz, en la montaña. 16059|¡De noche vida! ¡cuán riquez, 16059|De mis ojos, con el estrago 16059|Todas las barreras 16059|Tus correrces de los muertos 16059|Todo se encanta; 16059|Yo le vestan de los vientos 16059|Y que los garces, cuando esposa, 16059|Algún se fueron 16059|Por viento su dolor. 16059|¡Pidió ser de este niebla 16059|Y serás de ella sería! 16059|Tus raspados hielos perlas 16059|Los páchos cristales rosa 16059|Para su caro atroz; 16059|¡La más humilde de los aires 16059|No quiero: el aire está 16059|Por todo el santo cuartosa 16059|Al sol se abastó. 16059|Y aun tú, y mucho de monte, 16059|Los querellos alcanzas con oprobio 16059|De la fuerza y de oro, 16059|Vuelve insolenzos al sol 16059|De mi alma que cercano. 16059|El vencedor al fin amigo 16059|La tierna de un aire, 16059|Volveráis á las nubes 16059|Sube y se escondir. 16059|¿Qué, tanto también por viviendo, 16059|Y luego en un villano? 16059|¿Quién me hiere se acorde 16059|La más hermosa amigo? 16059|Por el alma á tu amiga nadega, 16059|¡Qué qué sino en esperanza! 16059|¡El alma, la querería! 16059|Si en el alma su divertiendo 16059|Cuanto al despertar su estrelloso; 16059|Pues el alma en su furor suena 16059|Del alma, la mía vieron. 16059|¡Al subjete la muestra enchantera! 16059|Volveráis en las penas de Zulia 16059|Severa; el alma cuartecanto 16059|Como su voz fueron. 16059|¡La mía! la mía! el alma estrella 16059|De mi puerta de Tiro, 16059|Y al subjete la muestra enchantera 16059|Y el alma su divertiendo. 16059|¡El puerto, oro! la alma estrella 16059|De tu fe soplando, 16059|Que con tus canto los muertos! 16059|Tus bienes de su opra nido 16059|Y en la ciudad la muerza. 16059|En su maldito 16059|Del trabajo feroz, 16059|Por eso la misma v ======================================== SAMPLE 44400 ======================================== 28781|That every man must know his own: 28781|That all must take his own way, 28781|And all men make their own bows, 28781|And all must have their glory, 28781|To help to make him such. 28781|"If every man but one, that one, 28781|And if the most are those that are, 28781|This world were a paradise, 28781|And I were much as any man, 28781|To help to make it so." 28781|O thou, whose strength and cheer 28781|Weft every labourry uphold, 28781|When thou art gone, we sigh! 28781|But when thy light shall shine 28781|And thou hast ta'en thy course anew, 28781|We then shall meet and smile. 28781|There are of us, as there are of you, 28781|One who will say to thee: "I will," 28781|And while upon his lips we gaze, 28781|"I am as you are." 28781|Some, some say: "O my Lady Blanche, 28781|Tell me what I long to do!" 28781|She, being far above their rank, 28781|Will make them answer thus: "Why 28781|"Go not to the sea, my love, 28781|To wander with the breeze? 28781|Let me but say as we have spoken, 28781|'This is my love:' and then 28781|We will be friends." 28781|To the wind-nymphs: "Yea, tell me then 28781|What I for thee would fain do? 28781|Some task I could perform 28781|That honor may repay." 28781|Some say: "I would the sea-birds sing, 28781|That I may as they swell." 28781|If thou wouldst be as they, O love, 28781|Turning sea-birds to the wind, 28781|Say, "Dear sea-birds sing to me: 28781|I would, forsooth, help my love." 28781|Oh! the earth is a glorious place, 28781|My own beloved is it! 28781|There can doth rest the maiden fair, 28781|The lover and the dear. 28781|Her cheeks for ever are fresh made, 28781|There can be no changing there! 28781|Though sorrow or death doth smite her, 28781|And she the world doth leave. 28781|There is no death; she doth not pine; 28781|Hastily do I cry, 28781|And then a happy sleep doth go 28781|In the bosom of my love. 28781|Then hasten thou to the green-wood shade, 28781|To the green-wood's end; 28781|There in the valley there doth lie 28781|A maiden of thy kind, 28781|And in her arms thy darling lie, 28781|And kiss away thy tears. 28781|So we two shall lie so long 28781|And sing a lullaby, 28781|The while that thou thy joys and woes 28781|Hast sung unto me, 28781|I the maiden of the wood, 28781|And thou the lover far. 28781|_Icarus._ I am tormented with shame. 28781|_Icarus._ But how am I tormented? 28781|_Marjoram._ Let him not boast who is tormented with shame. 28781|_Marjoram._ Let him not boast who is tormented 28781|With the shame, dear Lady. 28781|_Nimelia._ 'Tis not the words I spoke, dear Lady. 28781|_Marjoram._ 'Tis not the words I spoke, 28781|The words which of her love she did record. 28781|_Nimelia._ No! 'Tis not she I heard, 28781|And not her voice I ======================================== SAMPLE 44410 ======================================== 12286|But yet at length the last remains: 12286|A flower that grows in the heart of the wild, 12286|And with the breath of the rose is sweet in the dew, 12286|Yet, though the heart oft hears of the rose, 12286|And the perfume that sweetens and beautifies the dew, 12286|Yet, though the fragrance may make thee rejoice, 12286|Yet comes the blight, that lays the flower low. 12286|The flower, though the heart may remember, 12286|Still is the flower that bloomed in the heart 12286|And its sweet fragrance is sweet still in its dew, 12286|For still the soul still breathes in the dew, 12286|And feels the heart's pure rapture, the rapture of spring! 12286|"The Spring, dear Mother, is here, 12286|And thou, fair Bird, must wing 12286|And mount the air and sing. 12286|The Sun in the East is high, 12286|And yonder doth the breeze, 12286|Which, like a trump that strikes the hears 12286|Of warbling birds and herds, 12286|Waves sweetly o'er the lawn 12286|Whose leaves are yellow and green." 12286|If, from the hour when Pallas came 12286|(Thou once didst sit on Sheba's crest; 12286|And, clad in snowy robes, made free 12286|With lovely hands and feet, 12286|Sat dressing her golden hair), 12286|Thou wert a Queen in thy pride, 12286|Like Pallas, and not less fair 12286|And nobler thou, and hadst thy mien 12286|Of Pallas; while thy bosom glowed 12286|With the old celestial heat: 12286|Like Pallas thee, though in that day 12286|Thou hadst thy pleasure only pain, 12286|In Eden only joy, Thy pain 12286|Shall be a first delight of this blue sphere. 12286|I had a dream 12286|Of thee, O Sun, 12286|But thou, O Moon, 12286|Dream'st of a sweeter fire: 12286|Thou wilt not kiss 12286|As these bright faces do 12286|In this blue heaven of ours 12286|With that sweet face of thine, 12286|When all the winds are sweet, 12286|And a river's course is free 12286|From the rocks o'ershadowed, 12286|I dreamt thee, and awoke,-- 12286|Thou wert singing so sweetly 12286|When I woke me from a swoon. 12286|O, when I was a child 12286|Thy voice was like a song; 12286|And when I was a boy 12286|I never was told song; 12286|When I was sick and lay asleep 12286|'Tis like a summer sunny day, 12286|And sad and heavy, heavy is the pain, 12286|This love that I have had for thee. 12286|What can I say, 12286|What can I long for more? 12286|Thou cam'st to me 12286|Wrapt in a dream of love, 12286|A wondred sweetheart, 12286|I looked and saw thy face; 12286|I kissed thy cheeks and downcast grew, 12286|My soul grew dark with love and sad with care 12286|For her that forswore thee. 12286|Her heart was false and false were she so fair; 12286|But this thy truth could make more false again! 12286|To me thy bright face were a star for aye, 12286|A light of love, a spark, a flame of delight; 12286|And for all the pain of love, 12286|For one sweet tear of pain to see thee true. 12286|She is not dead, and never will be dead; 12286|But her sweet soul is taken from her, 12286|And my sorrow for thee is still unknown, 12286|When thou, my Sun, wert singing so sweetly. 12286|Till his light wings droop, for his flight is o'er; 12286|But he rises ere the dawn of morrow: 12286|Then up, the Sun, and up the Moon, the ======================================== SAMPLE 44420 ======================================== 28591|And all in vain. 28591|Though many days be spent in duty, 28591|And in the life I have lived, 28591|In earnest striving and in sorrow 28591|For evermore. 28591|Though men do blame and wrangle, 28591|In vain they do it; 28591|A joy is in the work; 28591|A joy is in the purpose, 28591|That, without any change 28591|Is to complete, if imperfect, 28591|The life of labor. 28591|The joy of God is here; 28591|And when the cloud is past and the firmament 28591|Awoke and breathed, 28591|It seemed to me such as I now might find 28591|If I from earth a little while had withdrawn, 28591|And set my heart 28591|To watch forever, though it dwindled to trace 28591|This heavenly gleam. 28591|In the day-times, sometimes even while a dreamer, 28591|Let loose by heaven, 28591|It seems that the God of old, in the light 28591|Of some fresh dawn, 28591|Looked down from heaven on mortals in their folly, 28591|And saw them standing here. 28591|No matter what you may have or have not 28591|Made you, God, to be, 28591|The all and the one, 28591|The all and the one, 28591|One in the whole. 28591|When you made earth and life, 28591|Time, the great builder, made the mountains, 28591|And the stream that ran between them. 28591|The water was, to a depth, of man-made things, 28591|And man, when he dwelt at the flood's edge, 28591|Ofttimes would the river's bed be found 28591|Of mouldering walls and mouldering roof! 28591|When man first built a house, then, in the earth 28591|Sustained it, and the fire, of course, 28591|Of a second kind or kind extraneous, 28591|Was not for the long enjoyment of the inside 28591|Nor for the look of the door, 28591|But for the outer use of the building, 28591|Whence all its ends were derived; 28591|When it was wrecked, it had served its purpose, 28591|As I have noticed before, 28591|But now we have fire, walls, and a roof; 28591|But where comes the fire that was needed? 28591|Who can give us fire nor heat? 28591|Who then will supply heat nor walls? 28591|How can he furnish us with walls 28591|When earth was made for body and mind? 28591|'Twere as if the angels in heaven would fly 28591|And then return all blood and fire, 28591|The earth that on earth is now to be had 28591|Would be too rough and hot for earth. 28591|It is our earth; so make it good; 28591|And, if it fails us, praise the Lord, 28591|That, when our earth, lacking our praise, 28591|Is still more heavenly than it needs; 28591|So our earth may fail and be above 28591|All praise from earth that we can give. 28591|In humble life we may be wise 28591|And noble and content for good; 28591|But if, with praise, we were reviled 28591|By the man who now holds greatest place, 28591|For what other kind of praise 28591|Could he expect than the praise 28591|And honour of men's praise? 28591|In humble life is the best; 28591|And when he takes the least from us 28591|Who is the man to call his friend? 28591|We would be servants in high places; 28591|We would obey and bear down 28591|On this or that earl, and none the less 28591|We would be served in all places. 28591|But though in the lowest nooks 28591|Our lives must be held prisoner, 28591|We would be servants in every place. 28591|The man who can make all rejoice, 28591|To his own joy alone and pride, 28591|Though he may find no crown of kings, 28591|Is lord and leader of his soul. ======================================== SAMPLE 44430 ======================================== 3628|I say that it is hard to be a woman. 3628|But the truth is, I'm very fond of my heart; 3628|So I never feel an urge to be a man. 3628|A man is just a big, strong, passionate beast; 3628|My darling, I love my man--my lovely, good-luck, 3628|Firmly, lovingly,--I hold him by the hair. 3628|Sometimes, with this thought up in my heart's recesses, 3628|I seem to stir the very blood of my heart-strings. 3628|And, if I love my heart so much, why do I wait 3628|For men who love me as men love a queen? 3628|Oh, no one ever loved me as I love my heart. 3628|I am but a poor girl at heart--I have no need 3628|Of any man but a wife; I have but a son, 3628|Who is dear to me for his strength, his manliness, 3628|His courage, his sense of duty; his strength of will 3628|And will to be; his strength of soul that dare not fail. 3628|Oh, yes! I could pluck him now from his mother's grave 3628|And carry him forth to his father's high tower, 3628|And set him in a better land and a better life 3628|Than he to-day in the city wears in the mart, 3628|Where the poor, poor are made to hate and to fear. 3628|He is strong, but not the strong man's--a soldier, 3628|He knows that there is only one way to kill, 3628|When the soldiers have done with being slaves and victims 3628|And set up a kingdom and city for his head, 3628|As I know that I can do it--and so can he, 3628|When the world is on side with him and the right. 3628|I am a poor girl, but I love my darling son. 3628|The Lord of hosts, I pray not to thee, 3628|But to the darkling world below. 3628|Let me not tremble at thy will, 3628|But with a tenderness abide, 3628|That the light of some better day may shine 3628|For him that sits beneath the dawn! 3628|But let me feel in some better time 3628|That he can give his heart to thee! 3628|Let me not cry for a spirit blest 3628|That he has failed to love fully. 3628|No, no, my heart is patient yet, 3628|For I am only a poor child! 3628|It is not for the world or the world's desire 3628|That I should seek to learn how to love and be loved. 3628|There are no lofty aspirations of art, 3628|In heaven or earth. My home is in the arms 3628|Of the beloved--the heart that never sleeps, 3628|But is glad and happy all the livelong day 3628|And never a soul in the world is undefiled. 3628|Oh, love is the gift of God and no more 3628|Than the poor child of grace and beauty must be 3628|Free and free from the curse of sin, and strong 3628|To persevere in the worth that is in her. 3628|God hath given her gifts: he who gave her 3628|Love and hope and a high will divine. 3628|She is but a humble little child, 3628|But she is happy and God is ever near. 3628|I love but her, she is my own, 3628|My life, my passion, my desire. 3628|I will not seek for happiness 3628|Save that for which my hope is high: 3628|And though the eyes of love be dim, 3628|I would God I could see Him well! 3628|I would God I could see His face, 3628|The dear sweet face of my Beloved! 3628|I would God I might see His grace, 3628|My happiness, my beauty too. 3628|I would God that He, my Beloved, 3628|Could look on me and see my love. 3628|There is a God above the skies, 3628|He can make us or destroy. 3628|I know Him, but I must keep Him ======================================== SAMPLE 44440 ======================================== 2334|That had such an instinct to the things they talk about, 2334|He knew all about the things they did without fail. 2334|Well, his was an instinct to the wrong he did commit, 2334|But he acted as a man will do, 2334|And the world will not let him live to regret it much, 2334|The things he didn't tell his girl. 2334|It's funny, the way we live now through our televisions, 2334|The things that people tell. 2334|The things that people tell. 2334|As I stand in the sun by the pier at sunrise, 2334|I think of the people that used to be here in the sea, 2334|Of the men and the women I used to know, 2334|Of the country, and the town, and the farm, and the sea, and the bay, 2334|And the friends that will never know me more. 2334|I'm not the man that I was then with my heart all a-chirping-- 2334|My teeth so young and my step so light-- 2334|But I'll bring the old songs back to you, and maybe they'll ring 2334|like they did when I was young. 2334|How often I tell this story, how often I rehearse, 2334|With my lips--my teeth--my boots, when down at Reigate 2334|I meet the girls, and the boys, who call me "Little J." 2334|They say I came of no stock, nor did I jump over 2334|the wall, 2334|But I was just a kid, just a little kid, 2334|All--all I wanted, all I wanted was just a child. 2334|I thought, as I wandered the country,--as I wandered the day, 2334|For I was just a kid, just a little kid, 2334|That I'd end where God ended,--where never ends. 2334|I thought there'd be toys and playthings and pleasure-grounds 2334|And the world would end just as it is. 2334|The world ended peacefully,--it ended in fun, 2334|As it ends now:--each successive day 2334|May have more smiles upon it,--each day 2334|Seeming a less forbidding paradise. 2334|We build a little empire, 2334|With money and empty pride, 2334|And nothing to show for it but corpses, 2334|And nothing at all to hold. 2334|We build a little empire, 2334|In emptiness and pride, 2334|We conquer a little empire 2334|By nothing we value but empty pride. 2334|We conquer a little empire 2334|With empty pride and nothing to hold. 2334|At the end of this, with empty pride, 2334|We are told, we shall see the curtain drop; 2334|Or some great catastrophe--what then? 2334|The curtain falls, it never comes down, 2334|In emptiness and pride and nothing to hold. 2334|Now we know why they let us have the gun, 2334|And why we must submit and give our breath 2334|To the black army of the dead. 2334|In the morning the skies were blue, 2334|And like an angel in my dream 2334|A beautiful city rose-- 2334|Parks and green gardens everywhere, 2334|And little white houses shapeless, 2334|And great spires that tower'd and spire on high. 2334|And like an angel in my dream 2334|A graceful and wonderful band 2334|Of angel ladies played their concert chimes 2334|To a wonderful harmonies 2334|Of sweeping songs that filled the listening air, 2334|And the air grew fragrant as they played. 2334|On the hills the leaves were falling, 2334|Down in the valley the rains were falling 2334|And they left behind a grand, white rain-- 2334|It fell on fields where wheat was sowing 2334|In the warmth of summer days. 2334|There were no houses when I saw them, 2334|All empty and gloomy and gray-- 2334|Only the bleak and barren stone walls 2334|That say the poor are wretchedly poor. 2334|I never shall forget that grey rainy day-- 2334|I never shall forget this, God knows when ======================================== SAMPLE 44450 ======================================== 25281|Sorrow and doubt and fear and pain? 25281|What is the magic that can set us free? 25281|What is the magic that will never tire? 25281|But it is late, O my Soul, to be repenting, 25281|The stars go down, the lights grow dim, 25281|The shadows pass in silence by, 25281|And I am lonely in my tomb. 25281|Though heaven and earth in patience wait 25281|For my returning foot to tread 25281|The earth that gave me pain and shame, 25281|I know not yet at midnight hour 25281|When dawn shall bring me to my gain. 25281|O Moon of the calm soul, I pray thee, stand 25281|Thy hand on my forehead. 25281|Pierce my heart with thy hot, wandering, red 25281|And livid tresses: 25281|See what a dream of pain this breast has borne 25281|Till other hearts were broken. 25281|And let a moment pass between us twain 25281|The agony of our first meeting: 25281|If any moment of the night have been 25281|Sweet then, if that have been. 25281|So may the golden hours, with May-dew, 25281|Melt in our faces, 25281|That I may look upon the world no more 25281|With the heart that was new to love, 25281|And be a fairy queen, and have no more 25281|A place on earth to smile on men, 25281|But be happy in a cloud. 25281|A maiden on a summer sea 25281|Looked out upon the moon, and thought 25281|But little of her sorrows, when 25281|A ship came sailing towards her still 25281|With sail-blown flowers in its hold, 25281|And she looked, and saw a bright-eyed boy 25281|With sails upon his shoulders rise 25281|And place upon the bowsprit's prow 25281|Songs of the water-soul, all unbewildered, unbought-- 25281|A song she heard, and knew not how he heard, 25281|Nor cared to ask, for he was bound 25281|Through every pulse with tendrils, till she drew 25281|A little nearer, and he passed 25281|And vanished thro' the stillness; but she still 25281|Felt the great motion of his wing 25281|As it swept over her, and knew that he must ride 25281|His quest for ever. 25281|And so it was, when the long night flew, 25281|She came back to the maiden sea, 25281|And on the evening of the flower-crowned morn 25281|A silver shadow came to her, 25281|As fair as in the day, though cloudless and clear: 25281|And they who had been lost upon that morn, 25281|Saw their own shadow flitting, fluttering by. 25281|She crossed it, and the shadow took 25281|The form and voice of that high-voiced voice 25281|Which she herself had heard. She listened, she lay 25281|As still as in a trance, while the magic lay 25281|Strange on her ear and seem it still; 25281|Then she sprang forth and walked toward him 25281|Till the shape changed and dwelt with her still dead. 25281|Her thoughts like white clouds in the dawn 25281|Flit over her like rosy rain, 25281|As he stood on a lonely hill 25281|Upon a peak, a crag's sharp peak. 25281|But she stood high up in the steep 25281|Where it felt even lower, and he stood high down. 25281|The shadow took on their forms; she felt 25281|More strongly as he moved round her, 25281|Though her voice lay low and still between, 25281|Though her eyes were fixed on the mountain-top, 25281|Though his face seemed low, and her heart dwelt there 25281|Of him who lived and rode upon the air 25281|On a pure thought's air-breathed air, 25281|Through the soul-transfiguring power of a song. 25281|They had made a dream; they were gone to ride 25281|Upon the wind, and he was faint with strife, 25281|She a golden ======================================== SAMPLE 44460 ======================================== 1030|Then was our lord a good Lord; 1030|And when they had found their leas, 1030|The king went in to bed, 1030|And we went forth to see the fight, 1030|With a jolly good cry and a crow. 1030|Says he, "When I return home, 1030|I will make this olde man bow 1030|And give the olde man golde, 1030|And do my darters too, 1030|And I will to the Queen's house." 1030|"Yes," says the king, "the jolly man shall do this." 1030|And then he went to the King of France, 1030|And dined there, and gave him his full consent. 1030|Then went to France and did it, 1030|And we brought him in safe; 1030|But as the King did nought, 1030|The King took him to his bed, 1030|A good yarm with all the rest. 1030|"Yes," says the King, "I will do this." 1030|Thus ended the night, 1030|And the sun grew great and red; 1030|The moon came forth in the east, 1030|And she shone with a lustre so clear, 1030|That the world could na see it was there. 1030|So we had an audience, 1030|And my Lord king did say, 1030|If he had not, he had done it. 1030|For my Lord king says, "We all do it." 1030|Then went to St John's 1030|For our dinner, and all their broth was good, 1030|And for a little butter, 1030|And good ale with their wine, 1030|And for the most part they did not frown. 1030|The most part I'll let them, 1030|And pray them at St John's 1030|For a little grace unto their soul. 1030|But to end this our tourney; 1030|'Tis done, 'tis over 1030|To a degree, we have won our way. 1030|Now to make a fresh conquest; 1030|Says St John, "Now I'll conquer 1030|My heart, my soul, and my flesh, 1030|And give them to my God." 1030|"No, no," says my Lord William, 1030|"They have done it by conquest, 1030|And a goodly deed we ha' done; 1030|But we'll bring the rest down to the ground, 1030|And we'll have nothing but the heart. 1030|Lord William, go in peace, 1030|And bring that heart to all men." 1030|So the whole company 1030|Came together to St John's, 1030|And a worthy comical dance ran. 1030|A noble comical dance 1030|The Duke of true Henry wore; 1030|His cap and plume, 1030|His feathers on his head, 1030|All, all afeard 1030|Was in his form, 1030|And all his face was pale, 1030|With his great grief, 1030|That he had been slain at the Bolingbroke; 1030|And a goodly funeral 1030|The ladies brought 1030|To the Chieftains in the town; 1030|And the great guns 1030|Came to sound in the street, 1030|To see that the good regent did not grieve. 1030|Then good Duke Worcester 1030|Made a goodly feast, 1030|And had the good King's governor 1030|For his chaplain, 1030|And then great Lord Duffield came, 1030|A knight of the guard, 1030|And all the King's horses of the watch. 1030|So they made him King, 1030|And had his robes of gold 1030|With their crowns of snow, 1030|And with the rest of his train 1030|He came to the Bolingbroke with all his squires. 1030|"Good Lord Duffield," King Henry said, 1030|"What news bring you from my people? 1030|Or what news, my lords, bring you from mine?" 1030|"King," said Henry, 1030|"King, ======================================== SAMPLE 44470 ======================================== 13650|Hear a bird-song, 13650|Hear a lark 13650|Laughing and singing 13650|In a little house 13650|My dear little boy, 13650|My baby's a whistling 13650|My aunt and her monkey 13650|My poor little dog 13650|My mother dear 13650|Nebulous splendour 13650|Neva-vitae maternae 13650|Now, my dears, I've a news-bottle at the door, 13650|Which contains such precious things as these and more: 13650|One of these days I will write to you, and tell 13650|So good a thing as a baby's eyes! 13650|Now, how can I write to you, good folks,-- 13650|Lying snug in my lady's cradle, 13650|A-reading of the news of the baby? 13650|'Tis said that baby in this land is 13650|Mature to all understanding, 13650|And all that is middling and no good can tell at all, 13650|But what he says in his talk to his mother. 13650|And, oh! if he only had such eyes for the good of his mother 13650|How my dear baby would look, 13650|And all the world to see how pretty she looks-- 13650|Lets slip into her cradle asleep. 13650|A mother's voice speaks in her head, 13650|A mother's voice whispers in her ear: 13650|And when I have done all that is fitting 13650|I'll tell you what I think of the baby: 13650|'Tis sweet he is so modestly modest, 13650|And never will show his opinion 13650|More anxious than on any care. 13650|When he hears his mother talk to his sister 13650|(The one a pretty child is made to obey), 13650|He is, when he's made of his feet, a dunce: 13650|But when he's made of his feet and his hands, 13650|Naught but a dunce are his "gifted ones." 13650|He's never a youngster yet--his eyes are dark, 13650|His cheeks are like the pallid cyon. 13650|But then he says, when his mother gets him: 13650|"'Tis sweet to be seen lying in my bed, 13650|At night when I lie like a child asleep, 13650|With neither fears nor caresses. 13650|"That, my dear mother, I talk with you 13650|Of things that the world would say were bad; 13650|But when I feel the babe gently napping 13650|And call it "baby's sleepy-head," 13650|My baby goes to sleep with its little ones, 13650|And the night is still and bright. 13650|"And that, my good mother, is why, 13650|When you wake with your baby up and begin, 13650|The first thing you do is to try and find 13650|What you call "baby's cradle," 13650|And, then, when the night is still and bright 13650|And you can hear the child comin' round and round, 13650|Then you turn your face to the window, 13650|And hear the baby calling round and round. 13650|"And that, my mother, is why, 13650|When day comes with its shadows on the ground, 13650|You stand in the dim twilight, like a saint, 13650|And watch the baby in its cradle there; 13650|But night comes, and then you must sleep again, 13650|For you must have your child to comfort there. 13650|"And this," said my mother, "is why 13650|I do not put baby in the bed; 13650|I dare not do it if I did: 13650|But I'll see: and I will stand 13650|And watch, with a mother's pride, 13650|As baby slumbers by its cradle there. 13650|"And this," she said, "is why 13650|I put away all my troubles and fears 13650|And put baby into the bed; 13650|For if it's wise I do, it's far more wise 13650|To put it out of its cradle there." 13650|You should have seen my cousin, 13650| ======================================== SAMPLE 44480 ======================================== 28591|God, thy word is full of meaning, 28591|All our deeds have some high purpose; 28591|God, thy will be done on earth, 28591|Then is our strength full and clear. 28591|The world is too much the prey 28591|Of sin and folly to be kept 28591|From being a whole, great throng. 28591|Lord, thy will be done on earth. 28591|When man was made he had a father. 28591|The world is too much the prey 28591|Of sin and folly to be kept 28591|From being a whole, great throng. 28591|Lord, thy will be done on earth. 28591|When man was made he had a mother. 28591|For thee, Lord, it was as though 28591|The earth were naught but air, 28591|And the sea all stillness found, 28591|And life all silent lay. 28591|Yet in thee the world abides, 28591|The air is filled with thee; 28591|The sea-waves with thy breath are brimming 28591|A joy that it is good to keep. 28591|Then be thou still, O God the Lord, 28591|And in thy world be strong, 28591|Saying to sin and sorrow pass-- 28591|"I am Lord and King, 28591|But I will make all things new 28591|To thee, to thee I give. 28591|And I will make all things new to thee 28591|When thou shalt pray the same." 28591|Then be thou still, O God the Lord, 28591|And in thy world be great, 28591|Thy Father's will be done on earth, 28591|The angels answer thee, "Pray." 28591|Oh, make no tarrying, 28591|Keep not your passion 28591|Like to the couragers; 28591|We must hurry, hurry on, 28591|Before the summer hours; 28591|For the hours of sun and rain 28591|Come but to be away, 28591|While the hours of wind and sand 28591|Come but to be at rest. 28591|For the hours that bring with them 28591|The fogs of grief and sin; 28591|The moments all of joy and pain 28591|The wind has its choice. 28591|The restful hours of ease and rest, 28591|When earth is bare and bare; 28591|The cool and bedcoteed moments, 28591|Which the night-wind brings; 28591|And the glorious moments, which bring 28591|The world and its woes; 28591|Are they not yours, O Lord? 28591|But in what ways are ye? 28591|'Tis not in slumbers, 28591|'Tis not in slumbered sleep, 28591|That ye may pursue the way 28591|By which the sun came forth! 28591|The way is long and dreary, 28591|But it is the sureest 28591|In the whole world over 28591|And through all ages, 28591|Because the sun comes forth. 28591|O Lord, I pray, 28591|Whose love is day and night, 28591|Be thou the light through which we shine, 28591|O Lord! to us who love thee! 28591|O Lord, I pray, 28591|Be thou the strength to us who wait! 28591|Be thou the wisdom, 28591|The assurance to them all! 28591|O Lord, the dark night's mystery 28591|That keeps me open-eyed, 28591|The heartaches of my youth that I can read-- 28591|What can I more? 28591|O Lord, I pray, 28591|Be thou the comfort of the night! 28591|Be thou the handmaiden 28591|Where they faint or fear or strive! 28591|Of all the help at last for them, 28591|O Lord! to them be true, 28591|Until they rise above themselves, 28591|They shall not fall! 28591|And for some sure and sure 28591|Sure hope of some good thing, 28591|O Lord! be thou the guide, 28591|As in your service borne-- 28591|As in their handmaiden. 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 44490 ======================================== 1005|The sun is in his chiefest May, and day 1005|Rises already, when the livid clots 1005|Of this year's spring-crow are fled: therefore mark 1005|How fast this hour is fled; for in an hour 1005|Will Malkavian David's noble stroke fulfil, 1005|Which he assays, with David's battle-gear 1005|Will I be there, when with his sons to sup, 1005|Whose death so gloriously their father avenged." 1005|Noting that artist still more ample grows 1005|With age and limb, "So fickle is the sun," 1005|Said I, "that in these ruins, far from here, 1005|One thing will flourish, after other fails, 1005|If cassia and sacred sawdust rest." 1005|When there amiss he brought me word, that read 1005|In Chiavi, to the glory of my king, 1005|That through my palace future Giulio's fate 1005|Would be foreshown, ere my power had seven years 1005|Recal, the foaming kernell should be quelled. 1005|With that he took the olives in his hand, 1005|Then cried in Chinese, 'Lo, my word is voiced; 1005|All power in him, whom I should rule, must yield 1005|To me; and him my sacred keys unlock, 1005|Ere till death my kingdom shall be dissolved.' 1005|Me, then, the Emperor seized, and to the deep 1005|Uprose that leader, who, me followed, said, 1005|'We now approach the mighty doom, which looks 1005|With doubtful and unstable eye, to worst 1005|Whether aught good remains when all is gone.' 1005|Whoso of Rome's sacred father art 1005|That thus so rashly dares to speak, let him 1005|Answer, that the Emperor to a sign 1005|Caesar so justly heir of Rome is girt. 1005|And I to him: 'Perchance thou deemest, if 1005|Thou knowest, that I am Brutus: confess 1005|I do not cumber him with ignorance 1005|And thin conceit, which lieth base within. 1005|But the grave judge, who views all things with dread 1005|Grievously scann'd, is helpless in his doom. 1005|And, if the clause of death which I pronounce 1005|Pass not o'er the memory bothered 'twill leave 1005|(As 't were a slip), some sense of offence 1005|Shall prompt thee to the bridge of dishonour.' 1005|"He ceased: "Ascanius, iambus, medes 1005|Vates Latinorum mortalius. Limbo 1005|Nil disertum. Your Raudibus infelix 1005|Praecipit, ut quomacumque dextraeque 1005|Hunc pedibus ordine labascit ipsa." 1005|This paused not: then his brow profounderned, 1005|Pelagianus, cried out: "Fiunt quod Deus esse, 1005|Efficacy, dum licet, onus tot fuerint!" 1005|I heard the holy mien he wore, and cried: 1005|"Fiunt, Licinus, nostrae: licet, eadem." 1005|The one upon his right breast turning his 1005|Fix'd eyes between the youthful and his sire, 1005|Here had he ic'd: but when he view'd me 1005|With look intent, fix'd upon me only, 1005|"Look," he cried, "through the iris magnanimous: 1005|There, only there, looks Licinia beautiful, 1005|Who looks so passing mortal-seem'd. Turn, Child, 1005|And in the rear," he points, beck'ning me to go, 1005|"See how she strains her anxious face away: 1005|How she disparts her tears, and how with air 1005|She winds her o'erarching ivory pinions, 1005|That seem (so smooth she is) of gold exceeding! 1005|A swan of silver! O Melite accentual! 1005| ======================================== SAMPLE 44500 ======================================== 1304|To hear or dream they had done. 1304|And I have loved them,--though in truth 1304|Nor their own words nor my own 1304|Can evermore compare. 1304|So, though it be my fault and mine 1304|To wish them happy lives, 1304|I would wish them happy too 1304|When they are old and grey! 1304|There were three heroes, one of them old, 1304|And two of them were very wise, 1304|And one was rich, and he gave orders good 1304|Unto his servants, that they should come. 1304|And there are the Three Stooges with their sack 1304|Upon the mountain, beyond the town, 1304|That stumbled in the earth for a living, 1304|But it was all for a laughing jest. 1304|But they came when the moon was but half gone, 1304|And the stars were two-and-twenty years young; 1304|And it was all for a laughing jest. 1304|And now they are here, in all their prime, 1304|And it is all for a dying jest. 1304|There were six maidens in King Edward's bed, 1304|One in the mire, and six in the wine; 1304|But they all are out, and the seventh one 1304|Sits with her rings upon the pillow; 1304|And it is all for a dying jest. 1304|And it was all for a dying jest. 1304|For one was very rich, and he would not part 1304|Earth from that bigotry he was born in; 1304|While another was very poor, and he 1304|Made peace between them, when they were old. 1304|And now the sovereign of the maids is dead, 1304|And now they are here, for a dying jest. 1304|There was a lord of High Henry's blood, 1304|Had a little son that was not small; 1304|He sent him to the tourneys every day, 1304|Though he lost much money on the tourneys. 1304|With his sons, it is a changing trade; 1304|There's little Sam, with curls all red, 1304|And little Freddie, with great blue eyes, 1304|And Freddie Gray, too small for Freddie's fall. 1304|With his sons, he lives in a wretched state, 1304|His heart is as hard in his een as he; 1304|His little head is as black as the dead, 1304|His little face like a wintry snaw; 1304|With his sons, there's little Kater still, 1304|With eyes like a pool bedablines her hair, 1304|For his sons, he still keeps his old estate 1304|Where with great care he fed on the corn; 1304|The corn, his glory; and the corn-meal, 1304|The glory and store of it. 1304|And he will rest him, still in good condition, 1304|Where no harm may come to his children; 1304|But for one that lives in the outer court, 1304|His children, he leaves them, both poor and old: 1304|For them, his sons still feed, and they keep him well; 1304|And this is his lamenting treasure. 1304|The nightingale sings in the orchard tree; 1304|So, in life's evening, sings he, 1304|The noble trump of my renown, 1304|Telling the hour of my coming and power. 1304|To the wide sea I go in spite of my grief; 1304|My mother commands it, and my father dares not speak; 1304|But my father will go, and my mother will follow; 1304|But my mother will never, in all her life, give willingly-- 1304|But I go, my master, to my sad servant sends me,-- 1304|I go, my master, crying for the child I love best. 1304|'Forbear, oh, forbear! to speak of this wretched state 1304|Wherein thou art captive, child of thy father's service! 1304|Not long this torment must thou endure, 1304|Thy eyes shall be shut, and even now thy tongue is barred.' 1304|There they be ======================================== SAMPLE 44510 ======================================== 1471|I'm in the carrer and the wheels have been clattering, 1471|I've been in the carrer and the wheels have been chattering. 1471|"What do I see?" I ask, and the wheels keep turning, 1471|My mind drabs. 1471|"What do I see?" I ask. 1471|The sky's a-blue and the wind's a-blowing. 1471|What's a-coming that's sure to be welcome? 1471|I've been in the carrer and the wheels have been chattering, 1471|My mind drabs. 1471|We've met and parted, our heart-strings seared, 1471|But the stains of the road remain; 1471|So let us be still for a season, 1471|And, through the glass, let your tears fall 1471|And weep you away for all time. 1471|Let the old memories be with you there, 1471|In the silence of the long ago; 1471|And let the new memories come in, 1471|To fill your heart with love and light; 1471|And all the old thoughts be with you there, 1471|Eternally in the dark. 1471|In the dark. The glass is broken, 1471|The stones are grey with age, 1471|But never again with your weeping 1471|Shall tears for the world be shed. 1471|I've a friend--a friend so gay, 1471|A friend so gay, so gay, 1471|So gay, so gay, so gay, 1471|So gay, so gay, so gay, 1471|So gay, so gay, so gay; 1471|I've a friend, I trow, 1471|That is a Friend in one. 1471|My friend is a friend of mine-- 1471|My friend--a friend so gay, 1471|So gay, so gay, so gay, 1471|So gay, so gay, so gay; 1471|My friend, I've a friend-- 1471|The friend that I have--in one! 1471|My friend has a friend-- 1471|The friend that I have, so gay-- 1471|I'm in the carrer; 1471|I've passed, I trow, 1471|The last that I've a friend 1471|That is a friend in one. 1471|The carrer's a hard stone, but it holds fast, 1471|Somewhere, some precious thing-- 1471|When morning breaks, it's very hard to gain. 1471|In the glass of the glass-sharpeneth, 1471|(And my glass is broken) 1471|I've a friend--a friend so gay, 1471|And a true friend, so gay, 1471|So gay, so gay, so gay. 1471|My friend is a friend of mine-- 1471|My friend--a friend so gay, 1471|I've a friend, I trow, 1471|That is a Friend in one. 1471|My friend is a friend of mine-- 1471|My friend, a friend so gay, 1471|I've a friend--I've a friend, 1471|That is a Friend in one. 1471|My friend is a friend of mine-- 1471|My friend, a friend so gay, 1471|I've a friend--I've a friend, 1471|But the sun rises, and it's all the same to me. 1471|In the glass of the glass-sharpeneth, 1471|(But my glass is broken) 1471|I've a friend--I've a friend, 1471|It's a friend that I have, 1471|And a friend that I shall have, 1471|So there's none beside me in the world. 1471|When at thy feet my spirit lies, 1471|Sunk, as is the land of Night, 1471|Down on the breast of the silent sea! 1471|When, by the light that wandereth, 1471|Erect, like some high temple's temple, 1471|The red burns upon the horizon, 1471|And the dark is seen upon hill and tree, 1471|My dream of the heaven thou seest 1471|Puts my soul into song, like stars in ======================================== SAMPLE 44520 ======================================== 2732|For the gilt and the splashed and the rough that were in her way. 2732|It does seem quite fair to have a maid that you can love; 2732|But, in a few days, the love will soon be at an end. 2732|O, my love, what have I got to do 2732|With all the drossiness of love? 2732|I can love you till I die, or nearly so, 2732|Or I can love you till the sun is gone. 2732|A nightingale a-singing, 2732|In my bosom it is nigh, 2732|"Ot miserie, dreary night, 2732|Wherein I am lost and torn." 2732|O, my love, 'tis quite the same, 2732|I am torn with pain and guilt; 2732|O, my love, 'tis but a thought 2732|That is in my heart's core; 2732|I am torn with pain and guilt 2732|Till the sun is out of sight. 2732|Aye, and when the moon is low'ring, 2732|And the stars 'll a score away go, 2732|Then in what I dare not name, 2732|This a thought will enter in 2732|And I'll love you till I die. 2732|Oh, I love as true as truth can be, love as true! 2732|I have loved at the deepest of black holes-- 2732|To the bottom the lowest--ever! 2732|With the coldest of cold marble and earth, love me! 2732|Till you are dead I shall not love you more. 2732|To love was born in the cradle, love grew up 2732|And grew to man's existence in a trice, 2732|And now is at the birth of all things. 2732|As one would carry a little girl at night, 2732|With a little boy who is in the rear, 2732|So my little girl was carried by the wind 2732|And my boy was carried by the wind. 2732|Now the wind blows all day and blows the rain, and breaks 2732|This road and that bridge and the trees to pieces: 2732|And it is my fault if I don't go down 2732|To the corner of the street, in front of the inn; 2732|But when the sun's away upon the hill 2732|I want you there by my side, my baby, my boy. 2732|O, my love, my boy was so glad to see 2732|That little girl's back, 2732|And his eyes were bright as the little ones are. 2732|But when he was long 2732|My joy was drowned, 2732|My baby's feet grew cold and chilled, 2732|My baby's heart was dead. 2732|O, the cold sky and the rain and the wind 2732|That come from the door of my window: 2732|O, my love, my boy was proud and brave 2732|And very tired. 2732|You are late, little girl, you are late 2732|At coming back with storm to me; 2732|For I have watched and waited, watched and waited my time. 2732|O, my little girl, you don't like me, you don't; 2732|You love the little boy in me; my babe to you comes true. 2732|If in the darkness you call on your mother dead, 2732|Oh, I am not sad about that little talk, 2732|I am so happy to have known you there, my son. 2732|O, you don't like me? Now kiss me, my darling boy: 2732|O, you don't like me? my little boy and boy, 2732|And I shall lie at your feet and beg you to stay 2732|A little longer down the lane, away from the road. 2732|It was the year after furlough from the wars, 2732|When all the little girls in England went to school, 2732|The little girls in Germany were learning Latin, 2732|The little girls in Italy too were through. 2732|The German was a little laddie, as little laddies are, 2732|But the German girls were all the beauties we know; 2732|And the German girls in their menses sweaters ======================================== SAMPLE 44530 ======================================== May not a flower in thine eyes, 22403|And a rose there, too, on thy brow be set-- 22403|And so much more! 22403|A day-long in love, and a day-long in love, 22403|A day-long in love, 22403|A day-long, with the music of your love 22403|My heart a-throb 22403|With pleasure, will feel and will grieve-- 22403|For you a-feast 22403|For the day-long, when you and your eyes shall meet 22403|There, one by one, 22403|And be happy together, oh day-long! 22403|Love that was mine, in summer and in winter 22403|So rare that love did not hear from me, 22403|So rich and so sweet it was that only 22403|The voice of the moon can make sweet it: 22403|Love that--love that knew only love's voice, 22403|When it came, it went never back; 22403|But with the moon, and the stars, and the night, and the 22403|the stars, 22403|I, who shall come but to die again, 22403|Where only the white stars go. 22403|Love that, a-wondering while I lay 22403|How God and the stars make love, knowing, 22403|What time I heard love--as I hear now 22403|It is--my sweet heart was a-moaning, 22403|Like music when some man or other, 22403|So bold that they are, 22403|Hath broken, and is broken again, 22403|My heart said not, nor does it care. 22403|That which the music of the sea doth beguile is love's 22403|merry 22403|That doth beguile and do beguile, 22403|As in the sea the day and the night. 22403|There is no song, only songs, for you are silent! 22403|For you, not one song that doth fill, but what, 22403|Till your songs are silent--yet not any silence 22403|But how all things, you, whom song, if it might come 22403|Piping and singing, heard, the voice,--how all of the sea- 22403|For you who, for you, in the life you live 22403|No word of mirth or sorrow is but love's 22403|And all your things of pleasure, and all your things of 22403|sorrow, 22403|For you, a man by the sea, in song or in 22403|I dream that I see all things--all things to all! 22403|All things, and in their many places all, 22403|All places, and in all places. 22403|And all that my eyes can name are things of mine-- 22403|Only the vision, I think. 22403|I dream; then where a gleam of life and light 22403|Hath bound me, there--a vision, and a day? 22403|Not the same; I have become less certain 22403|Of one thing than of something else, and what, 22403|When I believe I see something, I show 22403|Not the same; but all the way a gleam 22403|Glimpses between a shadow. And I say 22403|If I could see again the sea-shatter that first 22403|Saw me 22403|When you, but you, not now seeing, could not see; 22403|If you, could see, and you could see not, 22403|No more seeing any more, all life 22403|And life's light would lie at the sea's bottom, 22403|Nor any bird to take wings on air; 22403|Not a breath would have 22403|Of breath, but would 22403|Under his earth; not a flower 22403|But would shrivel 22403|And grow up, but would not thrive, 22403|Yet all the world's birth and life and breath 22403|Down to ashes, to ashes, down, 22403|And the sun be as a death; 22403|And nothing be seen 22403|But the soul, 22403|By her death, 22403|Being only seen. For this I say: 22403|If you should see, what would follow then ======================================== SAMPLE 44540 ======================================== 37649|And in the night there come a cry of woe 37649|That fills the silence. Then she hears a voice; 37649|A voice by which all words grow dim and soft,-- 37649|They seem to float upon a silver stream,-- 37649|A voice that cries a word, and speaks a word, 37649|And bids us turn and enter in the throng, 37649|And with our hands to the hilts of gold 37649|We thrust the doors and windows open. 37649|O soul, O voice of love, the doors are closed! 37649|And do we watch the endless dark alone? 37649|Have we not heard a strain of golden voice, 37649|And felt the breath of autumn air? 37649|There is no spirit. I, that heard thee call, 37649|I, whom all things loved, would pause for thee. 37649|What voice of power and pity stirs 37649|In the still silence here, amid this night? 37649|What tears on eyes like eyes of stars? 37649|What tear-drops sparkle upon the snow, 37649|Or shine upon the sea? 37649|What song of longing, what note of joy? 37649|What word of beauty does the wind give us? 37649|A breath of incense, O love divine, 37649|A voice and a shadow of things sweet! 37649|The night is silent. What a spell is this 37649|That breathes from silence! Oh, come thou in 37649|And take the heart of me! 37649|What, hush thy soul, and hear'st thou not the sound 37649|Whereby our souls are drawn and set alight? 37649|A word, a song, the world's loud chorus sent 37649|In ecstasy from all the stars above. 37649|O sweetly from the night it falls in light, 37649|And makes us live the love of things below. 37649|We breathe in flowers from the sacred place 37649|Where thine image sits in glory at last. 37649|We breathe the scent that from its sacred seat 37649|Comes with the sweets that make our dreams divine. 37649|We breathe the sound and sight of what is gone, 37649|And make its shadow life when death is dead. 37649|We breathe the breath from flowers and fruit divine, 37649|And breathe thy soul in our spirit pure and free. 37649|We hear thy song and breathe thy air, 37649|With all the night's breathing, 37649|The day's and the night's best breathing, 37649|The stars' and the sun's, the rain and snow, 37649|The sunshine and dew. 37649|We see the glory of thy face 37649|When all the world is dying, 37649|And hear thy voice of rapture born 37649|From all the world's death. 37649|Thy songs are words of rapture's birth 37649|And breathing of the rapture's breath, 37649|And not with voice of sea or tree, 37649|But one of beauty's words, 37649|The voice of love, the love of heaven, 37649|The words of peace. 37649|So, when a shadow falls on day, 37649|And fills the senses with its grace, 37649|Love seems to walk in glory, and it comes, 37649|Singing our wildest joys to mingle. 37649|What wouldst thou? 37649|I am as a dream with thy voice, and thou art light, 37649|And when I love thee, I worship and adore. 37649|O love? what love? the heart that is in thine own. 37649|The gods that love us are the gods that hate. 37649|We are thy worshippers--thy worshippers!--and they 37649|Make the sun sad, and the moon glad; 37649|They make the dew fall on flowers and land in streams, 37649|And cast away the cares of men. 37649|They have robbed us of our joys and our desires; 37649|The nightingale sings on her tree, 37649|And the moon laughs in heaven, and the stars are glad, 37649|And the world laughs in heaven. 37649|O love! and I am as the sun, and thou art light, 37649|And when thou callest ======================================== SAMPLE 44550 ======================================== 1745|Or if a Sire, or if a God, might dwell 1745|More blissfull in his Son, and be less fell. 1745|This said, and other Paralogies following 1745|Of those who fondly desire to know 1745|The wanton play of Fountainees and wanton Heav'n, 1745|In my third Book, will I here pass weer 1745|For now we have regardful of the World; 1745|And of the Son of God, of him who was, not 1745|One day worthy of all reverence, to wit 1745|The second advent; for our present Sire 1745|Was then conceived in Heav'n, and of his election 1745|MESSAGES shall answer some where brought. 1745|Of his election no Hymn shall be wanted; 1745|In this our Epistle we sing no new thing, 1745|But oft recite the sacred Blessing, meant 1745|For our redemption: this for Men of Old 1745|When Morvale died. For of such men as these 1745|Not HOMER or his Prophets meant, though oft 1745|They curs'd the passage, mentioning a Messiour, 1745|Of whom to vent their want: for whatsoever mouthes 1745|Have wept in our father's eyes, was intended 1745|To save them from the wrath of God more final, 1745|And from his own more mighty-hand: but this 1745|Is all unknown, and shall be, when we return, 1745|To purgese our Closet, and to prepare a Table 1745|Of wholesome Ramah, which shall be a Friend 1745|And Helper to all miserable men: 1745|And thou, my Sone, and all thy Fathers daies 1745|Shalt see, but shall also Deitie, and thou 1745|Shalt see it with rejoicing Eyes, and feel 1745|New joy, as though new News from Heav'n and Hell 1745|Had arriv'd, and from the active Heav'ns 1745|Had all his Kin, or as if all things 1745|Had safety left, and nothing against all 1745|But the evil will of MAN stood in the way: 1745|For I, though blind, do see the mighty work 1745|Hope hath of Heav'n, and know the thing endu'd, 1745|Which all unlook'd for, though th' event rather please, 1745|And mostly solst with good, than with evil long: 1745|That which ere this shall madden thee, though late, 1745|And madden also my poor Bengtheth of age; 1745|Since to know just how I flourish, or enjoye 1745|My joy in thee, will not make Thisirth a Day. 1745|Therefore my verse shall rather please thee well, 1745|If in some distant Year, or at the end 1745|Of another book, thou read'st it and sigh'st 1745|Oft thanking that thou did'st not out of Curiosity, 1745|But in contention to delight thee; 1745|So shall it be to other, as well as thee, 1745|When thou aright. But well hast thou requir'd 1745|This service with timely Musick, to mee 1745|More pleasing then with Library ringing. 1745|To whom thus Adam gratefully repli'd. 1745|O thou most Ludious, most Ludious of men, 1745|Most courteous of all gracious Gods, most wise, 1745|Most merciful, most provident! Fairer 1745|Then in all Glory or Poet ever shall 1745|After Thee sing in any Sonnet be, 1745|Or sing, or sigh after dying. Soothly yet 1745|The change, that came upon me, comforted 1745|My sad Distress, and brought me housewif'n My Child: 1745|And now, for Shewaun's sake, I must needs appeare, 1745|And all my strength in one blow, for Sheaun shall be 1745|My only Hope and Love. Thou, therefore, whom all 1745|This beautie likes, of all desires bereft, 1745|Since to the death I side with all, sing now 1745|To set my buried Love alive once ======================================== SAMPLE 44560 ======================================== 1365|A thousand years may not tell the story. 1365|The world, I say, is passing so fast. 1365|I feel as if my heart were breaking, 1365|That I, poor child, that I was singing, 1365|The winds can never sound upon. 1365|I hear the wind upon the mountains; 1365|I hear it from the river-banks; 1365|I hear it in the trees and bushes, 1365|Where the birds they are singing at dawn. 1365|It is in all places, in all seasons, 1365|That the wind was first and second nature; 1365|The first is in the morning, twilight, sunset, 1365|The second in the evening twilight. 1365|It is upon the clouds, in the heavens, 1365|Where the light and darkness meet and kiss; 1365|Where the darkness is the presence of the clouds. 1365|It is upon the rivers and brooks 1365|Where the water and rising meet; 1365|There the rising is, and there the light. 1365|It is in every leaf and grassy sward, 1365|Wherein the grass is bright and fresh; 1365|There it is, in all the different seasons, 1365|In all the valleys bright and green. 1365|When I have gone on long and lonely walks, 1365|My spirit has turned back to home; 1365|And so I often hear the voice of him 1365|That has been dead for two or three hundred years. 1365|When I have taken a long walk with him 1365|Up to the top of the mountain, 1365|And seen beneath the hill a town, 1365|And thought, "It is not what I expected," 1365|Then my spirit turned home to its home. 1365|When I find a flower at evening 1365|In a garden full of flowers, 1365|I think, "This is not the flower I expected," 1365|I should think that she was lost. 1365|A few days after our loss, 1365|The shepherd, thinking of this thing,-- 1365|Weeping full much as would be, 1365|He fed his flock upon hay. 1365|The people were all at hand, 1365|And asked him, "Who has been harmed?" 1365|Then they fell upon him hard. 1365|I see how he cried at last: 1365|"I will not trouble any more; 1365|I can no longer do this thing. 1365|There are two of us left alive, 1365|And they both have gone from me; 1365|I can no longer live this life, 1365|For they both have gone from me!" 1365|My own soul, it became so faint 1365|And trembling, that it would not dare 1365|To close its two small legs to Earth, 1365|As I had done before. 1365|Oh, what can be more lovely sight 1365|Than a poor bird upon the wing, 1365|Whose beak is like a silver harp, 1365|And his voice is like a lilting song. 1365|It was a silver harp that flamed, 1365|And in the golden fire I heard 1365|A voice that cried for me, and called. 1365|"Give us, for our wine and bread, 1365|The song of a song for thy soul!" 1365|O'er my simple bird I cast a wing! 1365|A silver harper loosed it from Earth's neck! 1365|As of a silver harp my hand is set, 1365|I sing no longer, for my voice is faint. 1365|I shall not have thee, if thou art lost, 1365|The way is dark, and all bewildering! 1365|The silver harper was kind to me. 1365|He said: "As for thy soul, thou must 1365|Look far down on thee before thou canst find it." 1365|I looked down on the cruel night, 1365|I lifted up my head to see 1365|If any thought of life or freedom came 1365|Upon my mind. As sometimes the light 1365|Of a bright star seems in a dream 1365|Seen through the darkling darkness cast 1365|On some lone vale, I saw, ======================================== SAMPLE 44570 ======================================== 2619|When Love is at the door, 2619|And every heart is glad. 2619|When Love is in this room, 2619|He'll bring a rosebud down 2619|To kiss to my face; 2619|With but a look, to me 2619|He'll bring the rosebud full 2619|And then I'll kiss him, too. 2619|When Love is in this room, 2619|In his true love's stead; 2619|The rose, that is so dear, 2619|He'll press for my forehead, 2619|And I'll kiss it, too. 2619|When Love is in this room, 2619|The sun should shine, the snow, 2619|The winds should whisper sweet, 2619|The sky, 2619|The earth, where we should walk, 2619|But they whisper not; 2619|In all the world at large 2619|Love is not found. 2619|When Love is in this room, 2619|And no true heart can see 2619|What passes in the love-light, 2619|How, oh how shall I pass? 2619|No, no, no: if I could meet 2619|Hers who are dead or gone. 2619|No, no, no: if I could meet 2619|Hers who are dead or gone! 2619|My Love is in another house; 2619|My heart is still with her: 2619|In my sleep I hear her talk, 2619|In my dreams the tread of her. 2619|(O golden hour!) 2619|She sits by the fire, 2619|She lieth at her book, 2619|The dew falls on her hair, 2619|The world is all aglow 2619|With grand old day. 2619|Sleep is for shut eyes, 2619|And love is a secret trance 2619|And nothing can disturb it 2619|As the world is all asleep. 2619|There is nothing to do, no, never, 2619|Till the morning wakes: 2619|So shut your eyes, and dream away 2619|The hours you love. 2619|So shut your eyes, and dream away 2619|The hours you love; 2619|And I'll show you at last 2619|The door that you cried to open; 2619|The door you opened,--so, 2619|The door that opened out of; 2619|It opened to the day, 2619|It opened to the rain, 2619|And all the sunshine in, 2619|And all the pain and care 2619|You shouted out, "Come in; 2619|'Cause I open nevermore." 2619|I waited for him. The dawn was red, 2619|The little birds sung, and the flowers were fair. 2619|'T was a summer morning, and the birds were gay, 2619|And the flowers were fair, and the breeze was sweet, 2619|The little children ran upon the green, 2619|And danced about in wild delight. 2619|You said that you 'd sing when Christmas came, 2619|And every little one sang a song, 2619|And then you stood against the spray, 2619|And laughed because I said you sang; 2619|For they all laughed so bitterly. 2619|And they all sat and smiled at your words, 2619|And you smiled back, mocking,--"Oh well, well." 2619|And then you led me to your little room, 2619|And you said "They will all come to-day." 2619|The little ones danced about me there 2619|With flowers in their hair, and their eyes were bright, 2619|And a smile on their lips, and one on their face, 2619|And a kiss on their little feet. 2619|They touched my arm, they touched my hand, they kissed 2619|My cheek, as their blithe little head they raised 2619|And their hair flowed back and danced. 2619|And every little one said there was 2619|A bright, bright fairy in the misty sky, 2619|And she brought a bit of gold, 2619|And a little boy said "I will go and see"-- 2619|But there was no fairy there. 26 ======================================== SAMPLE 44580 ======================================== 1229|But, no, neither did they say, 1229|"The world is all a dream!" 1229|When one would make his little whim 1229|To make a world as good as this, 1229|He must not let his whim go by -- 1229|He must, or else the world would break. 1229|So, I say, when one would make a whim 1229|To make the world as good as this, 1229|He must not let his whim go by -- 1229|He must, or else the world would break. 1229|I do not ask how you can bear 1229|To be the world's one burden-case; 1229|I care for nothing else at all, 1229|Except that you be brave and true. 1229|I do not ask how you can bear 1229|To be the world's one burden-case; 1229|I care for nothing else at all, 1229|Except that you be brave and true. 1229|But I will tell a tale that is fain 1229|To make your world the world's one burden-case. 1229|'T is said, that, by degrees, 1229|The more a soul is sick and tired, 1229|The more it must believe -- 1229|To be the world's one burden-case. 1229|He did not want to believe. 1229|He only hoped, perhaps, 1229|That some day, by chance, he too 1229|Should feel an alien fear: 1229|That, having once betrayed, 1229|He must have some remorse 1229|For the kind heart he had no part in; 1229|That, having lost, he might 1229|In time regain the whole. 1229|That he, who, everywhere about him, hovered nigh, 1229|The earth and sea and sky, 1229|And by his presence had some pride therein expressed, 1229|Should be a slave and a dunce in that bosom still. 1229|But that strong bird, whose plume, blown by the wind and surge, 1229|Showed the way to wealth and power, 1229|Soars like a bird of prey, 1229|Wherever God leads his flight. 1229|And from afar on that wild, rambling flight, 1229|The Lord of lords and masters came, -- 1229|For that, I think, his little whim was flit, 1229|And he has come, I wot, 1229|And with his wrath has changed some world for his own. 1229|I only know that he came, for he was there, 1229|And that, some morning of July, 1229|I came -- and you were -- and you only! For I knew 1229|That to the soul, of all things fair, 1229|The first sweet touch of his wings came, 1229|And that he went some shining, happy hour 1229|On wings of love and light. 1229|And, even on my death, I, too, stand here 1229|And hear the birds' clear call, 1229|And hear the sunbeams in the sunrise rise, 1229|And, in the sunlight, hear 1229|The world sing through the darkness of his wings. 1229|O my love, my own, O heart! O heart of mine, 1229|I am not glad for what you will not give, 1229|Or the riches of the world you dream not will grow, 1229|Or the wealth that life may claim. 1229|I do confess that I am glad to have known 1229|That power which your desires outran, -- 1229|I am glad that I was weak to serve the right, 1229|And to my service knew despair; 1229|But I do suspect you're merely putting these 1229|In words that I cannot write. 1229|'T is well, 'tis well (O love, my heart), that you've come, 1229|And the world is smiling at you. 1229|But you've come, and you've come in the days of yore, 1229|And you cannot take away my tears, 1229|And the world, in loving you, cannot doff 1229|The mask, that your brown eyes wear; 1229|It is good that you are gone, that you would leave me, 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 44590 ======================================== 26|Of these I am conversant. 26864|But, to return to what the 26864|Heavenly One decreed. 26864|Th' Almighty spake: 26864|“"Heed I the counsel of 26864|’Mid the Gods above, 26864|And their High Fane”--thus spake 26864|The Almighty none: 26864|“I’ll go and seek within 26864|A golden God’s breast, 26864|Where’er that gold may stand, 26864|And my vengeance speed.” 26864|And he left the golden Hall 26864|With a heavy heart; 26864|He took his bow and arrows, 26864|Firm in his hand; 26864|And he spake all in fear 26864|To a godless race. 26864|’Twas the hour of the sun’s 26864|Lately last ye saw. 26864|Ye were all in chains 26864|By the King’s command. 26864|Whence might you get the arrows, 26864|Greatest arrows made? 26864|From the gold of the Heavenly 26864|King of Heaven, who 26864|Fled with all his host, 26864|Till the clouds were dim, and they 26864|Threatened to hew him down. 26864|The arrows, then, I 26864|To thy father do ask. 26864|“Now hear thou!” he pleaded, 26864|“And thou the arrows” give, 26864|And thy father’s bows 26864|Send to her, with a bow and quiver.” 26864|The ravening maw of Death 26864|Was on him laid,-- 26864|And his heart began to fail him, 26864|When, with blood upon his hand, 26864|Th’ eagle cried: “Woe thee!” 26864|From high heaven to hell, 26864|From hell to high heaven, 26864|The eagle charged across the heaven. 26864|All the Gods before and round 26864|In the awful hour 26864|The eagle chased and chased and chased. 26864|To the north then west, and then to the north. 26864|But they heard him not; 26864|They knew not his voice, 26864|Nor they heard his arrowings. 26864|They gathered up the golden bow, 26864|But they could not seize 26864|The arrowy vengeance sped. 26864|Then, with death about them, 26864|The eagle swept on; 26864|And his eyes were blind; 26864|And their eyes grew blind 26864|With the blindness that the eagle saw. 26864|For the eagle saw and fled, 26864|And a cloud of darkness shrouded heaven; 26864|So a cloud of darkness did he make 26864|'Twas the night of the feast; 26864|Forth from the feast and the banquet 26864|The eagle was drawn, 26864|O’er the land and the sea, 26864|And never again, with eagle face, 26864|Upon the earth be seen; 26864|Until the sun of the midnight feast 26864|Hath risen in light, 26864|When unto the dome of the heavenly feast 26864|He cometh, clothed in light. 26864|And now is the hour full bright, 26864|And the great God of the feast 26864|Hath lifted the golden gates 26864|On the eve of the feast; 26864|And the eagle is flying 26864|On the wing of the feast. 26864|A light in the East shall fall 26864|And sweep all the darkness away; 26864|And a light in the east shall rise 26864|Like the dawn on the face of the sea, 26864|For a joyful sign it shall be, 26864|With a joyful sign it shall rise. 26864|The eagle hath flown 26864|From the dawn of the feast, 26864|On his path to the feast, 26864|While the bright beams of the sun 26864|Heareth his charge renewing, 26864|And his wings are wet with the gold 26864|Which the earth has borne and hidden. 26864|From this bright dawn, ======================================== SAMPLE 44600 ======================================== 15370|Laugh and dance 15370|About to fall, 15370|And soon will feel that he's safe to-day. 15370|When they laugh 15370|The world in laughter; 15370|Then what we do, 15370|We find in feeling, 15370|And that we say-- 15370|"O, it was nothing, 15370|But we have found, 15370|And now we all think 15370|That life is nothing but a song." 15370|This line 15370|Is the most interesting of all, I fancy: 15370|My heart 15370|Is to-day 15370|In my bosom, 15370|But I do not think you'll find it here. 15370|A new beauty 15370|Looks through a riddle,-- 15370|How beautiful! 15370|But I'll leave with you,-- 15370|"No, no, not me!" 15370|It has no place 15370|In the bosom 15370|Of a bosomless girl! 15370|My dear Sir, 15370|I am always 15370|The dearest, 15370|To my mother, 15370|But I'm yours, your mother! 15370|Dear me! you are; 15370|And a dear thing is 15370|That I might not be!-- 15370|So, a word of warning 15370|To a kind reader, 15370|Who may think you 15370|An angel 15370|Whose eyes are 15370|Like angels' orbs-- 15370|Yes, a friend of yours and mine 15370|I can make divine, 15370|With the love I bear thee, 15370|Can never fade away-- 15370|He who has no friend, 15370|Can never feel a friend 15370|Thou art--friend I cannot leave thee!-- 15370|The love of all my days! 15370|So, your good-by 15370|Is to yours forever, 15370|Your little heart 15370|Is to-night my heart's beloved, 15370|And I love it till morning! 15370|"What is an ode?"--Sir Walter, p. 40. 153|"'Is you mean to live?' My dearest do I mean?' I answer freely, 153|"Now when I was just a boy I read an ode with a friend there, 153|But it will do, my friends, if I give it your advice. 153|"There were no poems then to make us poets either, 153|Therefore he asked--but here's the whole poem! with the notes! 153|"And he was right. I have to say--though that is only in verse-- 153|But it gives the thing an even greater meaning; for 153|myself would I read what I can read in a poem." 153|"Thou art like a dove 153|With eyes of fire:" 153|"No book shall heal me of 153|My sorrows. 153|The heart of me is still 153|Aflame with pain, 153|To think that I can read, 153|But you, your books, are dead!" 153|Oh, how we'd use our book-wisdom, Walter! 153|The odes of the wise are always ready made. 153|I am of the belief that the poor man ought to know. 153|If Walter's right in the dainty-fashioned way I would. 153|"In the great and holy Book 153|All things are there," 153|"Then life indeed is one 153|With all its grace." 153|"It is the very Book; 153|It calls to-day, but is the Man." 153|"When I was up the sea, poor boy, 153|I was the talk of the town; 153|When I was up the sea, poor boy, 153|I was a king by the dozen. 153|We used to sail across 153|The seas in galleons, 153|And all the time we were well aware 153|That men who went to sea, 153|Would never come back again 153|To give a speech about the moon." 163|But they would not let the man take the book, or take the paper. 163|"I thought, you know, the very day there was a drought 163|You could make your own wheat flour 163|When ======================================== SAMPLE 44610 ======================================== 1020|His face had grown more grave, but that was past-years. 1020|He had become the lord of all the village. 1020|It made no difference whether he was small or tall, 1020|It mattered nothing what the clothes were about him. 1020|He'd the tools to do them all himself. 1020|With his knife and his axe, 1020|With his mops and his water, he always seemed the king 1020|Of that mad, wonderful, and fantastic town. 1020|All the young ladies came to see him. 1020|He had one, a pretty, rosy-cheeked girl, 1020|And two older sisters, whom he loved the best of all. 1020|Then he spoke to these old ladies as they lay 1020|In the inn's parlour, soft-lit by a candlestick. 1020|He told them funny jokes, and made them cry. 1020|"You cannot help thinking me a little vain," 1020|He often said. "The girl that goes with me 1020|Is like to marry a great man. You see 1020|I'm only forty-two. You see my land. 1020|I make my best on fishing, and on mending shoes. 1020|I've a family, I make their work, and then 1020|There's the shop, and all the trouble I have to run. 1020|I'm the happiest man on earth. I don't know what's more: 1020|Being a factory-man to a little house 1020|Beside a pool, or a villa yonder." 1020|Once he wrote to a friend, 1020|"The girls are growing cold. There is one that 1020|Will marry a fellow-man, though he's a bore. 1020|He is always telling me this; but his life 1020|Is so dull and dull! 1020|He's a dunce, who could not see a future. 1020|Oh, there's some girls that'll talk to him! Why, 1020|He'd make a tale of me if he could!" 1020|Says the friend: "Do you know? You're only forty-two. 1020|You've all sorts of things to talk about. You can. 1020|You think of that girl, and how she will look. 1020|Don't know; she's a liar. She says I am lame. 1020|She thinks you're old. Well, she is right." 1020|He took this letter home with him. 1020|As he read, the girl grew quiet, and then the tears 1020|Started to the eyes of the boy. So he said to his friend: 1020|"Oh dear! This is stupid! You know, my friend, 1020|I know that I am lame. You'd have no use 1020|In the business. I like horses. I'm always good. 1020|Why, I can hold my own in races like you. 1020|My legs are like the legs of a donkey. 1020|I'd like to run like one again." 1020|Then the friend said: "Well, you see it's wrong 1020|To be a factory-man to a little thing. 1020|The girl that would be our wife is as good as her mother, 1020|Even better. You want a woman you can run with." 1020|And the boy began to think. You see, 1020|He could run for a half-mile, or run that half-mile, 1020|When his legs went lame, and the girl for his wife. 1020|He put in his half-marathon. And it was won. 1020|He ran the race. He beat the girl. She finished 1020|The race, but by a grain of sugar. He knew 1020|She did not. He had come through even. And the years 1020|Came--he was twenty by the time the school-dance stopped. 1020|But he was glad to run, even though the girl had run 1020|The same as he, and even though she had come through. 1020|For he'd been through with life. He'd done his bit, 1020|And he'd made his money. He had a wife 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 44620 ======================================== A hundred thousand more, 6652|That now, all day, in streets and alleys, 6652|Crowd like the wind, till it can be said 6652|That, from their midst, the crowd is flowing, 6652|As, by the tide, the billows rise and fall: 6652|And still, and yet--a thousand leagues more! 6652|The sun is sunk: what time that last tower 6652|Riseth from the sea; and still you see 6652|His heat, and still you hear his voice, and feel 6652|His breathings, and he speaketh everywhere: 6652|The air is hushed: what time that long line 6652|Of streets and alleys is beginning 6652|To blanch the light of evening into grey: 6652|And still you hear the cry of running men, 6652|You hear the murmur of that little voice, 6652|And feel each pulse of the throng like motion. 6652|Now is the hour of morning! and the low 6652|Unwonted music of the noonday breeze, 6652|Uncaring for, fills the silence day by day, 6652|And makes the morning's misery seem joy: 6652|In London, this--in London, that-- 6652|In London, which the Muses deck with gold, 6652|And in its streets the proudest cities boast, 6652|'Tis "Chusey!" "Ifford!" and "Byrd!" "Broughams!" 6652|How sweet a noise they give: the noise--the din, 6652|That fills their busy streets and city-piers, 6652|Like songs of birds that throng London's lanes, 6652|And over bridges, like an autumn breeze, 6652|Floats on the echo of each swelling stream! 6652|In London, and around it in its span 6652|How lovely is the green and fruitful field, 6652|Which shows the silver harvest of the earth, 6652|While, in the distance, on the ground is fenced 6652|Gigantic pikes--the work of Genius bold-- 6652|In which for centuries have been plundered men, 6652|And in the past ages have been pillaged thrice. 6652|Such fields can never be to _foreign_ eyes 6652|Of English feet, nor be to foreigners dear, 6652|Since to our own is sacred, and by faith, 6652|Great Britain's triumphs from the north are due. 6652|Yet the sweet memory still of these remains 6652|And must be sweet to us, and the last old 6652|Brick in London lies: and we may look 6652|A long-lost country through, and find no ties 6652|In England but those that bind the south. 6652|For well the north hath honoured thee, and well 6652|The south hath honoured thee. How long shall Rome, 6652|In that old hour, be still and cold, to thee, 6652|And thy poor days and nights, which had all else,-- 6652|A country's days and nights,--have never wrought? 6652|At last, at last, the time draws near, when Rome, 6652|By the full tide of English tide, shall stand 6652|As now it stands: our proud city shall 6652|Upon her high hills, the broadest of hills 6652|In the whole world. How well her towers have stood 6652|Above her fields and woods, her canyons thrown 6652|On the blue sea, as if, beneath the dome 6652|Of that high dome, a dragon had their rood! 6652|All things have risen on their feet; their fame 6652|Above them has been hoar and awful; 6652|Not a stone now is without fame--its name 6652|Is all remembered, and the fame of old. 6652|In spite of all the dangers that befell, 6652|And the crimes of kings, and the horrors that befell, 6652|As long as we remembered and revered 6652|The ancient story, the glory, and the might 6652|Of mighty British statesmen, who with swords, 6652|And arrows, to destroy, and with their hosts, 6652|Had passed in a single age or life long ago;-- 6652|Yet, at the last, our mighty ======================================== SAMPLE 44630 ======================================== 28591|For those who have passed on the blind. 28591|God is in Christ. Aye, in the heart, 28591|With God a whole creation holds! 28591|O blessed creature! not a soul 28591|Can ever find its perfect rest 28591|But that which Christ has led astray 28591|And wrought for all his thrall. 28591|Who is God's child--the child whose name 28591|Will have, like Adam's, the name of sin? 28591|The heart that Jesus bore of old, 28591|The Saviour, loved of, love is there! 28591|Who is God's joy--the joy of Him 28591|Whom the first heaven's angels met and kissed, 28591|And made His bridegroom, Christ Himself? 28591|The heart that Love's own angels know, 28591|The child whose kiss made Heaven a heaven of earth, 28591|Is this, Thy child, with joy to meet! 28591|Thy joy, Thy sorrow, all Thy care 28591|Are one child of God's perfect love. 28591|The joy that sorrow makes seem pain, 28591|The sorrow that is earth makes sweet. 28591|The joy that love will never part 28591|With love in others' loss, 28591|The sorrow and the earth, Thy child-- 28591|The sorrow makes a heaven of earth. 28591|God will not lose to thee the joy 28591|Which is not, or where or how, but everywhere, 28591|Whose joy it is of God and love, 28591|And light of life and light of love,-- 28591|The joy of God and joy of God, 28591|The light of life and light of love,-- 28591|He will not lose to thee the glory 28591|Of the joy Thou never knew of old, 28591|The joy of God and joy of God, 28591|Though the deeps thou wouldst not enter. 28591|In thy heart God's word is truth: 28591|He saith, to do him will I all: 28591|Let him but work, and I am his will. 28591|If I knew myself, I could fly with speed 28591|From thought to thought; but this, alas! 28591|I do not know,--and yet I try. 28591|The stars of all the heavens all so bright, 28591|And all the glory's of these worlds are shown 28591|By these true, trusting eyes! 28591|I have no other faith but this. 28591|It is so sweet and true; 28591|I dream the night I was a child; 28591|But I can't forget I was a child. 28591|'Tis all the light of heaven through me,-- 28591|All the love that all loves me. 28591|I know not why, but why, O why, 28591|I must not sleep with day; 28591|And if the stars of all the heavens be 28591|Shed from me out of my way! 28591|The stars of all the heavens all so bright, 28591|In them I have but eyes, 28591|And yet I can't, can't, can't see. 28591|'Tis all the faith and knowledge bright 28591|Of all heaven's children given,-- 28591|That I am not alone 28591|In my own faith, knowledge, love. 28591|It can not be, it can not be; 28591|For I can't see why this be so, 28591|But I can look on and pray. 28591|For I know that thou hast given 28591|The thing in all this mirth and woe; 28591|And I know that thou hast laid 28591|The seal of God's love on all. 28591|I see no place for my feet, so I must take up 28591|The burden of life in prayer. 28591|The little birds sing in the green, the flowers 28591|Bloom and follow the sun's first glance. 28591|I would be where God has made me, and would find 28591|No place for my feet but God. 28591|I would have done if I had been what I am not, 28591|And the earth would be better for it. 28591|I would have fought to be what I am not, 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 44640 ======================================== 9889|He stood astride on his head. 9889|He stood in the air astride of God 9889|With a crown of blue and gold, 9889|And it made a huge noise when the rain got in-- 9889|A very loud thunder, I mean. 9889|Then an old lady came and said... 9889|She didn't tell what the trouble was-- 9889|In the days my boy was born, she said, 9889|A white mist came down upon the town-- 9889|But now it's over, and now it's here. 9889|"My son," the old lady said, 9889|"When you look down upon the town, 9889|Be afraid to cry or cry, my boy; 9889|The rain will not fall on you yet." 9889|But he laughed, and he yelled, and he cried, 9889|And it came down like a giant black 9889|And hid in the woods, and hid in the sky, 9889|As if he were some sort of angel, 9889|And never could be seen again. 9889|And they called up a schoolmaster--an old man, 9889|And brown and bald of face; 9889|But he said, in a very grave voice: 9889|"It is rain!" and he shouted it out 9889|Because the clouds were so black and still. 9889|But the old lady stood by the fire, and shouted 9889|And cried, because the rain was so black. 9889|That's the reason for the lightning; it's not 9889|A thing in the clouds; it's the lightning's own 9889|Great fear that makes it flash and flash and swim. 9889|A white mist came down upon the town-- 9889|It was dreadful and awful dark-- 9889|And it hid in a corner by the window 9889|For three days, and the birds and the bees 9889|Had all gone back to the north. 9889|But it danced up the mountain as if dancing 9889|With a great, white, round, beautiful bow 9889|And let the clouds go by with their cloud-shocks, 9889|And glided right across, 9889|Until it came to the town with its arrow 9889|And then it dropped and vanished. 9889|And the old lady stood by the window 9889|Just like a bird with feather! 9889|The clouds went by, as if they could see 9889|The clouds go by, or be as blind 9889|As they were to the sky. 9889|And the day went out with its arrow 9889|And then it came to pass. 9889|And the young boy waited outside 9889|While the clouds went by, 9889|And she said, in a melancholy voice, 9889|Of the clouds--"Oh, they are very kind"-- 9889|And she spoke of them sad-- 9889|"And I did not know that you wanted me, 9889|For I would not have you go. 9889|"When we're near the clouds, for the clouds' sake, 9889|And you are near the sky, 9889|My eyes they will drop down and look on you, 9889|And be more bright than all the other glasses 9889|To make you smile." 9889|And we laughed and talked that good-night 9889|With the old one, and the boy; 9889|And the man in the brown and brown coat 9889|Came back to-day. 9889|And I said: "How many suns have passed 9889|Since last I had your wish?" 9889|And she said: "I don't know--but there's a year, 9889|A year and a half." 9889|"There's only a year, a year and a year 9889|To a good Christian man," I said; 9889|"There's no more time to change your mind; 9889|You are old and all that, 9889|And you are old and ail you well 9889|I'll take you back now. 9889|"Well, how shall we do, you old old thing, 9889|If you are so short-sighted so-- 9889|Can you see us through the trees so high, 9889|In the summer time? 9889|"How many suns ======================================== SAMPLE 44650 ======================================== 3160|The savage king, with furious rage, 3160|For Bathycles and his blood exhorts: 3160|"My son! thy uncle the wise Pylos died: 3160|Bathycles, I judge, was slain beneath 3160|By Tmolus, and was on some foreign shore; 3160|If all be true, the rumour is true, 3160|That he had crossed the Trojan, hostile shore: 3160|A death inextricably black, 3160|If his sad fate the Trojan hero mourns: 3160|For thee (all hearts are fixt to pity thee, 3160|And thou art dear alike in Troy and home); 3160|Now live; the fate of Pyle he fears. 3160|O take, oh take thy son and kingdom once 3160|Back from those foes; in arms and in command! 3160|For thy dear brother's life at Proetus' hand." 3160|Meantime to Nestor spoke the chief of Troy, 3160|With words of friendship and of gracious meed: 3160|"What say you? shall the royal pow'rs remove 3160|Thy royal power, or I the place consecrate? 3160|To us the king a son, your first concern, 3160|And our illustrious prince! yet such is fate: 3160|If Jove some god like thee shall grant to slay, 3160|The mighty deed must rise in ways unknown, 3160|And roll, as roll'd the thunder to thy shore. 3160|The gods themselves the mighty woe display, 3160|And mourn like us, and tremble at our fate: 3160|We must, or perish in the combat last. 3160|The time is brief, the dangers new appear, 3160|And all must choose if they can still retain 3160|Their ancient names, or in the flames be lost." 3160|Thus in his anger from the god he flew, 3160|When thus Ulysses to the queen replies: 3160|"From what poor soul, what doubt remains? 3160|If in my father's cause to rise he fell, 3160|A king in war and glory to disgrace; 3160|Should I refuse the charge, if heaven commands, 3160|The godlike prince will claim my destiny; 3160|The gods have not the power, or want the grace, 3160|With which to claim a suppliant suppliant's aid. 3160|I know, nor could the warrior dare deny 3160|His father's will, my guardian from distress; 3160|This, and more, this son I chose to bless 3160|With greater charms, and give him a divine; 3160|Nor is it needful that my care to move 3160|His heart, when from my bed I take my way, 3160|To court his presence in the palace-gates, 3160|And pledge to Heaven his manly meed in war; 3160|So will he take, ere he shall rise in power." 3160|"If this a god or goddess thou canst claim, 3160|My wish shall be the mighty suitor's heir! 3160|But if to gods or men the lot belong, 3160|The suitor's portion I resign to heaven." 3160|Thus saying, from the palace-corner he hies 3160|Where to his bed in quiet Nestor pours 3160|The prince, and in the arms of Pallas sides 3160|The lovely queen: the couch and couch respectively 3160|For both bestowed, with love and pleasure blest: 3160|Thus to the chamber-side Ulysses went; 3160|But soon as near the evening shades he drew, 3160|His faithful maid with air benign she spake: 3160|"I have not wept, nor ceased, nor ceased to smile; 3160|But that, which you have sung, your thoughts have said, 3160|But that which now I state and now conceal: 3160|When to thy bed I bound thee in that cave 3160|In the full noon of summer, when the sun 3160|Sits on his golden mount, and twinkles far; 3160|When, in the middle night, I turned the wide 3160|To shed the golden light, and from my train 3160|The torches took: when all at once they came, 3160|The shades celestial, and ======================================== SAMPLE 44660 ======================================== 28591|I feel the weight and heaviness of 28591|The cares I have. 28591|Ah me! if I had power to change my fate, 28591|And cast the shadow of a cloud aside, 28591|Then would my soul, like some fine vase, 28591|Grow warm and red, 28591|And gather into itself new vigor from the cool, 28591|soft air. 28591|And would I change this life of care 28591|To one of gentle patience 28591|In all my daily care? 28591|To suffer patiently, 28591|To trust in God and men, 28591|And so live out my days? 28591|I can choose as I please; 28591|For there is no god but you, 28591|And none but you will keep 28591|The little words that we teach 28591|The little words that we teach. 28591|How well have I loved the little letters, 28591|Which once the tender hand of Mary touched, 28591|In the pale light that charmed, 28591|And from out the shadowy space 28591|Of the dark background of a dream 28591|That I had kept. 28591|How little did they mean unto me 28591|When they had spoken on that morn; 28591|And how I had loved them, most of all, 28591|When we, too, heard 28591|The holy angels say: 28591|"This is the morn of rest!" 28591|How well have I loved the little letters; 28591|How well have I loved the little days, 28591|How often I have stood 28591|Beside the sweet stream; 28591|And watched the dew-drops glide; 28591|And the water-nymphs chant in the night, 28591|Their marchen's broods and bells of gold; 28591|But still to me and to my days 28591|The little words were sweetest: 28591|"This is the morn of rest." 28591|The dew is on the clover, 28591|The grass is under my feet, 28591|I can hear the dew-drops flow, 28591|The birds in the apple-tree, 28591|And the bright morning star, 28591|That rose so suddenly. 28591|But all the old familiar scenes 28591|Are gone forever from me-- 28591|The days of my youth are dead, 28591|The faces of my friends are fled, 28591|And many a phantom word is spoken 28591|Of love and innocence, of duty, 28591|Of faith and hope, and sorrow for sins, 28591|My heart has grown as cold as thine, 28591|And now, "Good-bye," my dear, I say, 28591|In the sweetest and most controlled way, 28591|"What does good fortune?" I am asked. 28591|Alas! for all who cannot say 28591|How to begin, or when to end; 28591|What the best thing that fate has planned, 28591|Or the earth has meant by good or ill. 28591|We are moved by nothing--staggering stars 28591|And the still, far murmuring tides; 28591|But we know that our God listens, 28591|His will and glory know, 28591|And He leads us--in the very best way. 28591|All the little children of the earth, 28591|They in their Father's wisdom play, 28591|And in His ways of glory live. 28591|But the careless little ones, 28591|They wander from the way of joy, 28591|And in their foolishness and play 28591|Lack reverence, and self-control. 28591|I have heard of children that have long been dead-- 28591|Famed children and great leaders of the world; 28591|And the fair laurel and the wreathed palm they bear 28591|Have often crowned the image of their sire. 28591|They have fought, and conquered, won, they have gone 28591|Among the nations; where the faithful slaves of Truth 28591|Have found their noble graves, and the fair land, 28591|Seeking all fair fruits of the human life, 28591|Is now full of laurel and of wreaths of vine. 28591| ======================================== SAMPLE 44670 ======================================== 14019|The English archer therewithal 14019|Was swift and sure of flight. 14019|The English cavalier 14019|The French in amaze beheld, 14019|And from their seat were lifted aloft 14019|Their shining steeds. 14019|"The English archer fly in vain, 14019|He smites him on the land; 14019|The mighty Frenchman will be slain, 14019|But of his blood we'll obtain." 14019|They rode upon from that day forth, 14019|And nevermore in all Spain 14019|That day from the English archer came, 14019|Nor that from the English band. 14019|And this their word of end-- 14019|This is the thing they do; 14019|It may be ill for one or two, 14019|But--"Baldwin will be slain." 14019|The King of England's liegeman true, 14019|The noble George of Brandun, 14019|Upon that day rode forth with him 14019|And nevermore saw he man. 14019|He slain, the Norman archer found, 14019|Albeit the King of Castile 14019|Still held the land, nor had not slain 14019|In his own realm. 14019|On their return the Franks then cried, 14019|"Ah! that to-morrow we might share 14019|Your death, our noble Brandun! 14019|"To you the dukes are faithful foes, 14019|From Burgundian land ye came, 14019|And you, in good or ill, 14019|Shall perish at our hands." 14019|The English then, with rage unfeigned, 14019|To their leader turned and hurled. 14019|With fury at the Franks they cried, 14019|And brandished at their sides their swords: 14019|"Fie! your lives are forfeit now, 14019|Your lives are forfeit now, 14019|And your swords be within your saddle. 14019|On the ground with stones are strown, 14019|And they who gave you cause to fear 14019|Shall have the vengeance they deserve." 14019|At this, as he, in anger wild, 14019|From his saddle rode away. 14019|From the field the Franks in fright 14019|Sawed and feared the coming fray, 14019|And to their leader Lancelot cried, 14019|"The day is come, Sir Baron, 14019|The day the King of England rules 14019|And I shall perish ere it be day. 14019|I've never loved a lord or knight, 14019|And now my very life I take 14019|Before his falchion on the wall. 14019|If all the lords of the world were we, 14019|The day, Sir Baron, I fear not less: 14019|We ride to wreak vengeance on the foe, 14019|Let but our horsemen find their way, 14019|And I myself will make them bleed, 14019|And I my sword in victory won, 14019|That I may see my daughter's face. 14019|"And if with them the fray is stayed, 14019|Our land is bound in war again, 14019|Then God reward Saint Francken: 14019|For I shall see my daughter there, 14019|And my sweet wife, and may He send 14019|His grace that she and all may live!" 14019|They rode, with many a slaughter, 14019|And many a bloody brand; 14019|At the first charge the Franks were met, 14019|Their foeman met them in the front, 14019|With brandished brand and gore-spattered brand. 14019|The valiant Brandvin of Pultelin, 14019|The valiant Swabian, each in heart 14019|Wound by the broad shafts of his foes,-- 14019|Stood with all their helmet-beams white. 14019|Each time they smote, by which sure suspicion 14019|The French were wakened, each time they slew. 14019|The Franks were slaughtering thus alone, 14019|Wherewith, unnumbered, every way 14019|They fell, and of their blood were storrw. 14019|The noble Duke of Monvêque led on, 14019|Sir Olivier a ======================================== SAMPLE 44680 ======================================== 9372|When all the world is white above, 9372|And stars are out-- 9372|Tho it may be a land of mist, 9372|And fog that clings, 9372|And shadows dark enough for sleep, 9372|And shapes so real, 9372|It's the place of angels looking down 9372|Upon your world. 9372|In this land of dreams and light 9372|You are a little place. 9372|Here in the shadows God's love 9372|Forges every heart 9372|To sing the songs of love and joy 9372|In the land of light. 9372|A place most beautiful 9372|I know, and I love that spot, 9372|But I find it all so strange 9372|As when at twilight time 9372|I stand and listen for a voice 9372|From some great heart 9372|Who says unto my steps, 9372|"Why do you walk in the light 9372|"Where the stars do wander?" 9372|O blessed hour, when, for the moment, all 9372|The earth at rest is, while the stars keep watch! 9372|When I behold the vasty heavens of night 9372|With their great peaks and all the snow-peaks piled 9372|With the stars of heaven and the earth beneath; 9372|When I behold the land where peace abounds; 9372|Where the wind beats on the sea and wind on stream, 9372|The shining stars on the sea and sky; 9372|When I behold the moon, the stars' wonderment, 9372|The wondrous nights and daylight's wondrous grace, 9372|And all the beauty that is the night's repose, 9372|When I behold the land of bliss so deep! 9372|Come, come with me, the golden-girdled morn, 9372|Come to our country and its light; 9372|Come to our country to spread to air 9372|That radiant splendor which is her heart, 9372|That light that burns in her eyes. 9372|Come, come with me in a golden shower, 9372|Come to our country, come with me, 9372|To build the shrine of God at our feet 9372|And offer up a tribute true, 9372|And vow our love for her joys to her loss 9372|In her dear Lord who has our hearts. 9372|O come with me, for the sun, the wind, 9372|The river and the sky are there, 9372|And the waters murmur as they pass 9372|Through the woods and fields across the mead. 9372|Bring no man's goods from the field; 9372|Bring no things of man's for food 9372|But the fair blossoms of the wood 9372|And the mellow grasses of the land. 9372|Bring no fruit for them that eat; 9372|Bring no wealth of gold or silk 9372|But fresh honey, and the dew, 9372|And the sun that comes in the sun. 9372|Bring no thing for the soul alive 9372|But the golden sunbeams on its way; 9372|Bring no light for the soul that sleeps; 9372|Bring no love and no dear word, 9372|But the heart's golden sunshine, heart's, brain's light. 9372|Come with us to the land of my birth; 9372|Come with us, O my country! 9372|We are no child of stars that rise 9372|Out of the clouds and drop them down. 9372|We are free and strong, and our lives tell 9372|The story of our equal birth; 9372|We are no slave-men and weaklings of fate, 9372|Whose hands are stained with blood and tears, 9372|And the fate that slays our fathers lies 9372|In their silent graves for us; 9372|We are the sons of men, and the wise 9372|Know what their deeds meant and wrought. 9372|Come with us to this glorious land! 9372|For here is the land of my choice; 9372|Our songs shall echo evermore 9372|In the songs of the South. 9372|O the shining of the hills of Northland 9372|In the light of its pine-glen! 9372|O the golden light of ======================================== SAMPLE 44690 ======================================== 35193|I was a pauper in my own countrie, 35193|And yet that I was pauper and poor is clear, 35193|Yet did they give me a handsome salary, 35193|Nor did poor Fudge stand by and let this be done, 35193|I would not take his money to take bribes, 35193|But I would take down the poor and make it good. 35193|I did not know what 'twas to _give_ and _take_, 35193|(I knew that I was pauper at the worst) 35193|While this wretched creature sat at the head 35193|Of the poor in a pauper's garret-stair. 35193|The beggar's a fool, no doubt, but no less 35193|A fool is poor, the honest man in his eyes, 35193|He feels the pinch of starve-and-drink every day, 35193|And the poor are made _truly poor_ for a day; 35193|But to make this same fool a fool is all, 35193|The beggar is a king with a crown of thorns, 35193|In being--poor--pauper, and having nothing; 35193|For such are not poor at all, or at least 35193|Are of the most that the world sets you at mire. 35193|There may be that at last who does not feel 35193|A heart and soul are left out of the story,-- 35193|I know it, for in that case how can he brag, 35193|That he is pauper? though that heart and brain are gone. 35193|'Twill soon be my folly, I know, to curse, 35193|All the world will read it thus, and say, "Well, 35193|'Twas the fault of the poor that he has an _out_ 35193|The only fault to be cursed is the fault, not ours; 35193|So take that tongue about you, if you will, 35193|Not my heart's fault at all, for well they knew 35193|They made a poor man a royal pauper; 35193|If you care to ask such a thing they may tell you 35193|How one child born in my poor house came out. 35193|I have nursed it ever since, yet in truth 35193|That child's cradle no child was that gave it suck, 35193|No child was ever a poorer, though poor of birth, 35193|It might have been better, no doubt, to be poor, 35193|But if it wanted it was not worth your pains; 35193|It might have been better for ever to sleep on 35193|The filthy floor of a wretched wretched home, 35193|And the very smell of its mother it loves, 35193|But to want, though it has none, is a curse, no doubt, 35193|And it will be a curse ere it can want again. 35193|One thing it demands, what is this you bring, 35193|Of which it seems so pleased to know nought? 35193|It is some trifle at your hands you want, 35193|I beg you will give it to me, now, 35193|As I hold it, with my hand to-night, 35193|It will be a treasure in the bargain, 35193|'Tis sure of more than one good thing, some! 35193|There's plenty of good things in one such thing, 35193|And the most, perhaps, is the little name, 35193|What I see in this thing I feel a sense, 35193|Some hope it may be yours, which may be mine, 35193|I know, at the least, that all will be well, 35193|And one more good thing shall be yours that day, 35193|You know, a good word at the least to me, 35193|Oh! you, who are poor, yet have hope that God, 35193|Who cares not how poor one is, will give 35193|The heart-warmness and the joy to know, 35193|That _there_ is good enough for all, for none 35193|Have riches enough to want their way, 35193|And for those who have not yet in ackward thought 35193|The sorrow of riches, you may have faith 35193|That He will not leave them in the lurch, 35193|But in ======================================== SAMPLE 44700 ======================================== 19221|For ever and for ever. 19221|O ye, my early friends, 19221|The brethren of my youth! 19221|That now are parted--younger yet 19221|And sweeter than my own: 19221|Is it because I age so fast 19221|That I must wander by myself; 19221|While ye are keeping pace with me 19221|In peace and in delight? 19221|When shall be sent, like frost, and like to frost, 19221|The tender blossoms of my days? 19221|For which of us, when his life is giv'n, 19221|Shall ever, never, quite forget? 19221|But for the last-begotten, 19221|No time has come to pass 19221|On a dull couch in a dark cask: 19221|But when the great world shall reckon 19221|Me when it erst has seen; 19221|When the great world (my contemporaries) 19221|Has learnt its lesson sae aright, 19221|And in their hearts grown wise and keen 19221|In respect of me and mine; 19221|Then they and I shall take delight 19221|In going out one day 19221|Into the endless seeking 19221|Of the sacred little land: 19221|We shall hide ourselves in terror, 19221|And be fain to find each other. 19221|O, to be young once again! 19221|O, to be young once again! 19221|The world is a prison, O my dear, 19221|And life a tomb, and sorrow a stone; 19221|When the soul's life is ended, 19221|The pale body's function's o'er; 19221|When the heart's blood's in its trough; 19221|And the spirit breathes no more, O dear, 19221|For loss of blood and labour, once a year. 19221|My spirit is wasted with the shame, 19221|And I lie upon the earth in waste; 19221|It shrinks not from the body's dole, 19221|But grieves that I can never die. 19221|It is my pride, my boast, my aim, 19221|To climb the ladder of an hour, 19221|Where youth and beauty, like two torches, glare; 19221|Where the light of love is ever burning; 19221|Where the great heart feels its warfare, 19221|And that small arm hangs in the dust. 19221|'Twas but yesterday I wrought, 19221|With the same hand that rivets steel; 19221|To serve my king, to bear the brand 19221|And break the shield of Victory: 19221|'Twas but yesterday I struggled, 19221|And baulked my country's call; 19221|'Twas but yesterday I dared it-- 19221|And failed, and swerved from my country. 19221|Oh, Thou that all-tempered art, 19221|That e'en in storm or snow, 19221|In wind or shower, hast lent thine ear, 19221|And seen the fountains play; 19221|Thy sternest word was sent to France, 19221|And o'er her borders flung 19221|Where heroes fell, and tyrants rose, 19221|Till thou hast heard the groans of Doom. 19221|Oh, when the word was sent, the light of England fell on Rajaw 19221|Who, crowned with glory, sat beside the throne; 19221|To-night his banner flies, who once sat gloomier by. 19221|With hand uplifted to heaven, to-night we pledge our 19221|fellowmen, all natives of the earth-- 19221|that they have kept their good name 19221|And faith in battle, and their God in danger, and 19221|have done bravely for their King 19221|Who, till the fatal day he passed beyond the mocking 19221|brittle edge of the fatal trumpet; 19221|But, oh! we grieve to see his ghost 19221|So long dishonoured, and on him to rest, 19221|His grave so honour'd, for whom, through all these 19221|strangers, his great mission was to be taught. 19221|We turn not from the people's right, 19221|But look into the blue and black ======================================== SAMPLE 44710 ======================================== 2130|"My life is gone, my body and my friends are not here." 2130|"The man may be happy, but for all he is my son." 2130|"As if not two and three whole days and nights were gone 2130|Since he left my bed." 2130|If thou art of good hope and faithful to thy vows, 2130|The Lord be with thee! may thy days be long when they 2130|Shall be no better in thy graves than man's. 2130|"My son, I will go home; what need I hear it spoken?" 2130|"And if they say no, do you not think that it is good?" 2130|"My father, and thou." 2130|"My son, and my God be with thee." 2130|"My God, my God, and thine." 2130|The King of Argo saw this, and in anger spake to the Lord: 2130|"Henceforth, when I return from this I will send thee the body and the 2130|"Go out, where I have made the way straight and broad for them." 2130|"I say, leave thy dead!" 2130|The King of Argo, when he found that he was in the body, spoke this 2130|The King of Argo heard this, and, in compassion, answered: 2130|The Lord is of the dead, he says, "I trust all will be well with 2130|But the man says the Lord is of the dead. "God keep 2130|"Let me go hence to God," quoth Argo. But the man was dead, 2130|And when the King of Argo saw his father's soul was at home in the 2130|"My father, where wert thou?" 2130|"I was in God's sight; and I have lost much company." 2130|"God be with thee; be not afraid." 2130|"And is the man so lost that all that I have left him to depend on 2130|"I do complain thee of this." 2130|"God keep thee, man; be pleased to leave thy father." 2130|"Forgive me not," said Argo, "for by Argo I was beguiled." 2130|"I have left him." 2130|"God bless thee, father." 2130|The man said, "No; I am dead." 2130|"No more, Sir! see that thou bring in Argo." 2130|"I go, Sir; I go." 2130|"For God's sake, Sir, never let such a man see thee again." 2130|"Thy son is dead to me and all thy company." 2130|"Thy ship withers, and is forced from its channel." 2130|"Then, father, open all the portals to thy son." 2130|But he says, "I know not, I know not aught. 2130|"He is too young, indeed." 2130|"And if he be not, what shall I do?" 2130|The man cried, "Take my soul, and carry it to the court." 2130|"What will I do to the good Lord, then?" 2130|The man's last word made a terrible rending of his shirt. 2130|"I have no son." 2130|"O son, do not take my soul. 2130|"God forbid it!" 2130|"Nay, father, yea; but why should thou be guilty of it?" 2130|"And what will be the gain to man if thou shouldst take my soul?" 2130|"I will not take my soul till I have got it back. 2130|"I swear it by the Holy Ghost." 2130|"O son, be not afraid." 2130|"No, father, thou shalt leave me and my company." 2130|"The man is dead, and all are gone from the court-house." 2130|"It is God's curse upon you all." 2130|"Go to! go to!" 2130|Argo with a crew of sailors on the shore 2130|Pass by a vessel with a heavy cargo of dead men, 2130|And reach the port of Argo; and she sends a 2130|Cabin of wheaten baskets, filled to the lids; 2130|Then they begin to prepare a feast for their 2130|Delighted guest: and ======================================== SAMPLE 44720 ======================================== 27441|Away in the dark to the mountain-glens 27441|The little blind Merman came to her door. 27441|'I am come,' she said, 'to thee, Prince John; 27441|For thine orphan-sick heart has not so well. 27441|The poor art thou, of all the great of Rome; 27441|But the poor dead Merman was called to thy aid.' 27441|The old tree spread a shelter from its branch, 27441|And in it the Merman sat on his throne. 27441|His head was of the mossy ash wood; 27441|His beard hung forth in the sunlight dead. 27441|His eyes were like dead stars by night, 27441|But now and then beneath his lashes there crept 27441|A tremulous tremulousness of fear. 27441|'A prince that is poor may not be poor, 27441|But I, my lord, am poor.' 27441|'O Merman, a man who has been born of thee 27441|Might well be called a god.' 27441|The old tree spread a branch above 27441|And looked the Merman through. 27441|His eyes were full; but his mouth was thin 27441|And the black hair hung about his crown. 27441|'A rich man's heir may not grow up poor!' 27441|'O Rich Amintas! Merman, the way!' 27441|He cried, and sat down on his stone. 27441|'I have been thy brother for a space; 27441|But what cares I for a princely lot? 27441|'The way is so narrow, so the way is so long, 27441|And the sea fills with its noise like a deaf ear. 27441|'The waves break their banks, and the sea-bird's heart 27441|Pleads with its pain for the dear long dead.' 27441|And at his feet the old tree fell. 27441|'The way is so narrow, but I go 27441|On to God's sea, and away to mine.' 27441|With his last great tooth he flung back the crown 27441|Of his head and lay dead. 27441|Out on the dark sea-gulf 27441|Where the ships go sailing by the light 27441|Of the moon; 27441|Out on the sea-gulf 27441|We have given up the ghost. 27441|The Merman sat in his green hall, 27441|Sleeping out his life away, 27441|And a thought of him woke the old tree; 27441|He was a wise old tree. 27441|He had seen Merman-kind 27441|A thousand times before; 27441|He had walked the sea shore 27441|And seen the tall trees 27441|And the silver shore-line. 27441|He never slept till morning, 27441|For he had seen Merman-kind 27441|A thousand times before; 27441|He had walked the sea shore 27441|And seen the tall trees, 27441|And the silver shore-line. 27441|He had never seen an Amintani, 27441|But he loved him so; 27441|And he sighed, and he sighed, 27441|And he bowed into a body, 27441|And the old tree grew. 27441|And the black trees that were on the mountain-sides 27441|Shuddered at a curse he cursed, 27441|And the old tree grew. 27441|When the King rose at break of day 27441|With a garland on his head, 27441|To his stately gardens went the Queen, 27441|With a heart full of joy and pride. 27441|It was the Queen of Heav'n, and she came 27441|To celebrate a feasting royal 27441|While she and their Chiefs and Liegemen sat 27441|In the great royal seat of state, 27441|High upon the Monarch's Throne 27441|That is spread for Kings to sit. 27441|There was set about her Majesty 27441|A table crowned with Roses gay, 27441|And all about the Court at ease 27441|Were laid the busy trav'llers proud, 27441|Gathering up the fleeces bright, 27441|And set upon it their Gold Bloom. 27441|They gather'd up the ======================================== SAMPLE 44730 ======================================== 2294|Where the hills and valleys lie in shade like the deeps below: 2294|There's a gleam of flowers 2294|In the sunlight shining in her eyes. 2294|She has a song, 2294|A song and a song and a song- 2294|And I wonder what she sings to me. 2294|She is very wise, 2294|Like a bird, 2294|In the sunlight her eyes are bright. 2294|How her song is sweet! 2294|It's the song I love best! 2294|O mother dear: 2294|We can both of us read! 2294|There's a song of the roses 2294|In your heart, dear, 2294|And I wonder if your eyes 2294|See the same 2294|I am a young bird 2294|That sings love's secret 2294|A golden time seems to be 2294|Ever since you were born,-- 2294|You were such a sweet, 2294|You would say so very 2294|Well, well, I would, 2294|O mother dear, 2294|For I know how 2294|You never could keep 2294|My heart within reach 2294|And I hear you weep, 2294|And my tears start, 2294|For I know what song 2294|You have learned to sing 2294|I am a bird 2294|That knows the secrets 2294|You cannot tell! 2294|You are most wise, 2294|So wise I am, 2294|Until I know 2294|If that I 2294|Would be so kind 2294|As stay at home! 2294|The moonlight and the starlight, 2294|The mist and the rain, 2294|Are shadows that hold me in 2294|And never leave! 2294|You are too kind to be wise; 2294|There's a love in the night, 2294|And a love in the day 2294|That always holds me in 2294|When I go astray 2294|O mother dear: 2294|You did not know 2294|The peace you can give 2294|To bird or child 2294|When you did not know 2294|When I too shall learn 2294|The secret of the sky 2294|If my child knows aright 2294|The stars and the rain 2294|They will smile at my wonder; 2294|For they say that I 2294|Am but young, and that 2294|I know so little, 2294|That I cannot tell 2294|The secrets of the sky. 2294|The night is over for me-the leaves are lying on the ground, 2294|The wind is out and the stars are gone, I can't hear the rain 2294|Upon my letter-car-a-brook-a-bay-a-brook-a-brook. 2294|O how can I bear it-that wind sorter loud, a-fumbling round about 2294|A-whipin' of the leaves-a-troun'in of the sky, a-mochin' up at 2294|The stars look down-a-singin' there, a-dancin' among the flowers- 2294|O they says 'bout an hour before we matin': "Come on down 2294|I say we meet 'longside you never leave us side; 2294|We meet no more here-no more together-nothin' else that we can do- 2294|Here's where my love is safe-and here's where my darlin' is to be! 2294|"Where's my letter-car-a-brook-a-bay-a-brook-a-brook? 2294|I've picked it up in the mill-and I'll get you a box o' keys, 2294|I'll take the trunk down-and put it all in order, 2294|And I'll put you a dollar for a map you never can go astray." 2294|O he goes down the road an' turns on the light, 2294|But we never see him again! 2294|He goes down the road and we go astray, 2294|But he never turns back again. 2294|I think she's hid for aye an'fore the windin' that has swept by-- ======================================== SAMPLE 44740 ======================================== 5185|To the farthest Northland's shore; 5185|To the village of the Wight of the North, 5185|To his home the Maiden sent; 5185|But the Mother's mind-powers misgave her, 5185|And she spake the words the thief addressed: 5185|"Send thou me a boat of water; 5185|Took she from his heart the heart's delight, 5185|In his arms the might of manhood took, 5185|Thus to take the mightier maiden, 5185|Thus to take the mightier hero. 5185|"O thou child of sorrow, Sivi's maid, 5185|Of the sorrowful and widow's lot! 5185|Let them live and happily linger 5185|In thy father's fields and woodlands, 5185|Live and love with me untended, 5185|With thy mother without ceasing, 5185|I with labor unceasing, 5185|Full of care to both my parents." 5185|Thus the Maiden spake in answer: 5185|"Since thou givest me little, speaking, 5185|Little as a man can give me, 5185|And to me thine arms thou sayest, 5185|Give a boat of water ready, 5185|Send me now a barge of living, 5185|Thus to take the mightiest virgin, 5185|Girdle me with a golden tassel, 5185|So to take the strongest hero; 5185|But thy will be done for other, 5185|I will offer what thou askest, 5185|Why the will of little-ness, O, 5185|Why thou givest naught above it, 5185|Why thou givest naught below it?" 5185|Now again her mother answered: 5185|"Since thou givest me little, speaking, 5185|Little as a man can give me, 5185|And to me thou givest, speaking, 5185|Little as a man can give me, 5185|Give a boat of water ready, 5185|Girdle me with a copper sash, 5185|So to take the strongest virgin; 5185|But thy will be done for other, 5185|I will offer what thou askest, 5185|Why the will of little-ness, O, 5185|Why thou givest naught above it, 5185|Why thou givest naught below it?" 5185|Then the virgin's mother answered: 5185|"Since thou givest me little, speaking, 5185|Little as a man can give me, 5185|And to me thou givest, spoken, 5185|Lying-inest child of falsehood; 5185|Since thou givest naught above it, 5185|Naught at all thou givest, daughter; 5185|There is none is e'er so selfish, 5185|Nor so near to God and Father!" 5185|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5185|Then began to speak as follows: 5185|"Easy 'tis to make the mirrors, 5185|Makes them with taykas made of reed, 5185|Hard the will of little children; 5185|Hard the fool who cannot see 'tis 5185|Fraud beneath the taykas' reflection; 5185|There is naught within the mirror 5185|For the little children's fancy; 5185|There is naught to win the virgin, 5185|Nor to find the fairest virgin." 5185|Straightway hastens to the garden 5185|To the mirror of the maples, 5185|Turns, and looks within the mirror, 5185|Finds there, all undefiled, 5185|All that lies in mirror, little, 5185|Finds there, all that was implanted 5185|In the willow's stem, implantated 5185|By the magic of Wainola, 5185|By the Louhi family's dwellings. 5185|Then the ancient Wainamoinen 5185|Spake these words in meditation: 5185|"Let me now engage the maiden, 5185|Wilt thou give thy daughter for her 5185|To become a bride of mine, 5185|Assembled here in Northland?" 5185|Then the fair and ======================================== SAMPLE 44750 ======================================== 1471|Hush! the old moon's down; 'twould cheer 1471|Us all to know the spring again! 1471|What is it that I love best, 1471|In spite of all I see, 1471|If I could paint a dream, as sweet 1471|As is the sound itself? 1471|If so, then I should know, 1471|If I could give all heed to that, 1471|With the sweet words that fly, 1471|If I could, by that, prove 1471|I loved, and not be so proud to try 1471|My love of man,--not so vain as I, 1471|When I can choose, what is the prize, 1471|Of this my Love, this Love, 1471|This Love divine! 1471|My soul, thou art the air, 1471|The world, the world's desire; 1471|And thou be it my body be 1471|Or anything! 1471|Ah, now I hear again 1471|A voice and sudden sense, 1471|Dull hours, that do not mean 1471|The end of any joy; 1471|And dulled dreams, which do not tell 1471|I shall not wake, till sure 1471|Thy will and light I know. 1471|I heard the wind go sighing down from the west, 1471|A heavy note of weariness, 1471|And in it the slow time, that comes slow, 1471|A slow note of worniness; 1471|And underneath it the long gray days, 1471|That wait like worn days of old, 1471|A worn note of worniness. 1471|And in the note there was pain, and mirth, and glee, 1471|The long, the sad, the glee of June; 1471|The larks were very high, a very few 1471|Of the birds were like water; joy was born 1471|To a sea of worniness. 1471|The winds, all weary with being so small withstood, 1471|Cried out, and fell--"How vain our being! 1471|Thou art the wind, thou art all the sea, 1471|We, too, are wearied; come help us." 1471|But I--who am as much earth and sea as they-- 1471|My song was but as air that blew; 1471|And I heard the cold stars look from high, 1471|And I heard them speak to me: 1471|For the stars are silent, and I have not heard 1471|A song as sad as my song, 1471|And the world is like a weary child that weeps, 1471|And the world is sad as I; 1471|But sad I cannot be unless my thoughts be sad, 1471|And sad I cannot sing unless my song be sad, 1471|For I have nothing to fix if my thoughts be sad, 1471|And nothing to save my song if my song be sad. 1471|But I feel, that the winds are silent as trees, 1471|And the stars have eyes like water; 1471|Therefore I pray that my thoughts be sad-- 1471|I would pray that they might be sad-- 1471|For tears are cold and silent as snow; 1471|And I will pray for none but such as have thoughts of me. 1471|But who is the stranger, and whom do they seek, 1471|Even in my house? I pray that the birds not sing, 1471|For I have nothing to sing; 1471|And the world is like a weary child that weeps, 1471|And the world is sad as I; 1471|But sad I cannot be unless my heart be sad, 1471|And sad I cannot laugh unless my face be sad. 1471|But I only can grieve; 1471|I have done with my sorrow; 1471|I have done with my sadness, 1471|And I wish no more-- 1471|Ah, my joy, my grief, 1471|My sadness, my bliss! 1471|My life hath naught for me; I am weary and dreary. 1471|The wind, on the sea, 1471|Heard the sea-birds cry: they were in the air, in the sky. 1471|And he thought of the birds ======================================== SAMPLE 44760 ======================================== 19221|And, while it is thy pleasure 19221|To hear a noble song, 19221|Nor know the art to lay it 19221|In pleasing numbers; 19221|While it is thy pleasure 19221|To trace and look along, 19221|Nor view the country round 19221|Open as day is; 19221|While it is thy pleasure 19221|To take a country-side, 19221|By stream, or prairie, grass, 19221|Or a clear lake; 19221|And, while it is thy pleasure, 19221|To hear a noble song, 19221|Nor know where to go; 19221|Give me a forest at a distance, 19221|That no passing foot shall dare 19221|To climb its bank; 19221|And a calm seat by the fire's blaze, 19221|Where pine-trees strew the glimmering glade; 19221|And near it build, with living boughs, 19221|A shelter from the cold and rain 19221|That from the forest damps the beauty 19221|And rich perfume of the Summer's hair. 19221|There, while the singing voice of song 19221|Within my ear persists, 19221|I'd change each petty existence 19221|For the transient scenes of air; 19221|Where honored marble speaks 19221|Of honoured names; 19221|And proud memorials fade 19221|Into the shade. 19221|Where the proud monument, whose name 19221|Ascends unto the past, 19221|Hath lived in fame, and triumphs still 19221|Through succeeding days; 19221|A voice within the heart 19221|Of each succeeding age 19221|Tones like distant thunder still 19221|Above the thunder of the past; 19221|And ages trace 19221|This dreary blank, 19221|Which from the pages of lost stuff 19221|Leaks such a sound as bells and drums 19221|Have shaken in an echoing sea. 19221|What time the laurel leaf is faded, 19221|What time the oak is fallen, 19221|What time the mossy faun whose head is bent 19221|Has left the wood, 19221|Shall ring from stream to wood, 19221|And waters from shore to shore; 19221|A voice shall seem to hear, 19221|As if it were a bird's: 19221|As loud as peals of winds at even 19221|A voice shall seem to go 19221|From hill to hill, 19221|From trees in leaf, 19221|From leaf to th' other bush, 19221|And then a sound as if a well were broke; 19221|That sound shall seem to go 19221|From man's heart through all 19221|His veins, and through his soul to heaven, 19221|And then a voice that seems to say-- 19221|"Here is the end! the end!" 19221|So sung the laurel as she shed 19221|The hues of eve and morn; 19221|So softly did the mosses steep 19221|The tree of her dear name. 19221|So lightly did the birds go by 19221|That were their twilight nest; 19221|So softly did the stars go down 19221|In glory over her. 19221|So gently did the winds blow 19221|From heaven that was her seat, 19221|And all the stars were lighter 19221|When fell the laurel crown. 19221|O fairer far than ever fell 19221|On earth, or in the sky! 19221|O dearer than the day that made 19221|And only thee my own! 19221|Thou wert a lily in the spring, 19221|And yet a flower is thou! 19221|The summer sun is in the sea, 19221|And in the garden hedges brown, 19221|But he is not on thy lip, 19221|Or in thy rosy hand, 19221|Or in thy rosy hair. 19221|Ah, happy tree, that did outlive 19221|The tyrant frost and fire, 19221|And happy bird, that did outlive 19221|The exile frost and fire, 19221|If thou canst give me one clear burst 19221|Of happy hope for me,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 44770 ======================================== 24869|His brother, and his daughter, both, 24869|The sons of king Sumantra bore,— 24869|The hero, Raghu’s son, a man, 24869|Who held the royal city’s place,— 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, his beloved son. 24869|He held that realm, with land and gold, 24869|For twenty years, till he himself 24869|Was hurled beneath his own weight thence 24869|By Daśaratha’s cruel hand. 24869|Canto LXXIII. Dasaratha’s Word. 24869|When Ráma’s kinsman, high in might, 24869|Had learnt those tidings of the foe, 24869|With him the hero Lakshmaṇ came, 24869|And stood before the monarch’s seat. 24869|And Raghu’s son and Lakshmaṇ, true 24869|To duty, scorned his feeble might: 24869|“O Rákshas chieftain, all hail, 24869|Thou lord of Raghu’s host! behold, 24869|Thy brother Lakshmí, pure from spot, 24869|And holy men who brave the heat: 24869|Then Ráma, thy favoured son, 24869|This day the foe once more must dare.” 24869|As thus he spoke, their arms each drew 24869|In honour of his brother, 24869|And Bharat bade a trumpet sound 24869|In answer to the royal prayer. 24869|The sound came forth and loud replied 24869|The echoes that around it came. 24869|Loud as the echoes when a blast 24869|The mountain torrent from the steep 24869|Pours from the mighty flood below. 24869|And loud the trumpet’s blast came forth 24869|To rouse the foe from sleep. 24869|From every side the stormy blast 24869|Hail-swelling, like the billows found, 24869|On every side the smoke and fire 24869|Of battle mounted on the sky. 24869|With eager steps the monarch pressed 24869|The warrior, and thus told his tale: 24869|“My brother, dear to Raghu’s race, 24869|In battle fierce and mighty, fell; 24869|His arm the lion fell a tree. 24869|His body lies by Sítá’s side: 24869|Thus to the fight once more I stand.” 24869|Thus Ráma to his brother cried: 24869|The chief in turn his tale began 24869|And Sítá, still with pitying eye, 24869|“Behold,” he cried, “the arms I bore, 24869|The arms with bladed plumes abided. 24869|But to-day I fain would bear 24869|With me our brother Ráma too.” 24869|Thus while the chiefs of Vánars fought 24869|The Vánar chieftains from the fleet 24869|Of Lanká’s prince, on Vindhyan night, 24869|The mighty fight began again. 24869|Canto LXXIV. The Capture Of 24869|The Vánar Hosts. 24869|The Vánar hosts the foe defied 24869|And fought in glorious clash again. 24869|Now Ráma’s mother, from her breast 24869|Sighing her soul in answer arose, 24869|And, of the Vánar hosts disdained, 24869|Spoke in her joy that Śúrpaṇakh(1039) 24869|Had fled the battle in the foe’s despite. 24869|And Lakshmaṇ, as her joys assuaged, 24869|To Lakshman, in the midst of all 24869|The Vánar chieftains thus addressed 24869|The Vibhishaṇ, as, borne in pride 24869|Of prowess, he was gazing on 24869|The host he held but little use: 24869|“O friend, this day the foe shall break 24869|Our ranks, O Saint, thy honour’s stain. 24869|To chase, and to defeat us there, 24869|The Ráks ======================================== SAMPLE 44780 ======================================== 1382|The heart-sick world will have a tongue to tell him, 1382|The voice of Christ, though the dark days smite not. 1382|His eyes will open and the dawn be nigh. 1382|His feet will tread the streets of Bethlehem, 1382|And he will stand to view the Lord's anointed, 1382|Who will arouse and hear the blessed voices, 1382|The goodly, and the pure, and the glorious. 1382|Hark! I hear the voice of Hezekiah falling, 1382|And hearken to his coming, though you be sick. 1382|The Lord is come from the river of Jordan, 1382|His sword it is sheathed, His banner it is waving, 1382|And hearken, brethren, hearken to His calling. 1382|He sees that the time is lost, when the day of life 1382|Would come; and he feels the weight of that debt 1382|Which grows and swells because man trifles: take it. 1382|Take it! and lay the lash down on the breast 1382|Which fiercest swells, and drive the cold sweat out 1382|Ere the good day arrive. He hath heard the call. 1382|Lo, now His voice within His breast is ringing, 1382|And from all the world He cometh and will come. 1382|Lo, the Lord of earth and heaven! He will make 1382|His people blessed; and the Lord of men 1382|Hath bid good morrow. Listen to it not. 1382|Only, to-day, may man's word be made known; 1382|Only, to-day, on what is to be is given; 1382|Only, to-day, life's promise may be tested. 1382|Listen to the voice of Jesus! Take it! 1382|Hear it and take it: take, and listen. 1382|The Lord is come from the river of Jordan, 1382|His sword it is sheathed, His banner it is waving, 1382|And hearken to His calling. If you hear, 1382|For your gift is in His hand, and all who wait, 1382|If you hear from His lips, and are not blind, 1382|If you look with trust to the heart of Him, 1382|But see your lightnings shot with iron sight, 1382|I give to you the gift of life's good store. 1382|Hearing the voice of Jesus, 1382|Whose breath of grace is all that is possible for man, 1382|He will fill you with the light and heat of fire, 1382|The spirit, joy and gladness of life shall flow 1382|To you as from an unseen fountain. He is sweet 1382|With the love of life, which he gives your life, 1382|And the joy of life's joyous gift for the joy of the world. 1382|So, in your ears of his voice and light 1382|The very life throbs will find a name, 1382|And in your heart a meaning, and will find 1382|In each and every word of his the need. 1382|His voice and light are life. His heart is light. 1382|Hearken! And when you hear him ringing 1382|Your gates will open in your heart of hearts, 1382|And earth will be a fuller, a clearer place, 1382|Because he will answer. He will give you life. 1382|No need for speech more lofty and clear 1382|To tell his message! Not a word to stray 1382|From the path he set for man. 1382|The time is ripe, the season full of good; 1382|Your prayer is heard, you go, and go not back, 1382|And all the world will know. 1382|As a rose in the morning 1382|Or rose-flushed petal after shower, 1382|You lift up one small ear to hear 1382|The voice of Jesus calling you. 1382|As the petal lifts above the dew, 1382|He is in light, and you are light. 1382|A little while your feet may be 1382|Upon the sunlit hills afar, 1382|And you may do a work at trade 1382|And reap the harvest ======================================== SAMPLE 44790 ======================================== 1304|And a' the lasses were but lassie's maids. 1304|An' oor lasses were the fairest maids 1304|That ever gat the hand o' flake in it. 1304|For them I did nae mair beguile, 1304|But blithe as fair an' fairest maid, 1304|That I maun have thee with all my cares, 1304|That thou wha has a mind sae amused, 1304|May hap the gowd or thou maun be a maid, 1304|An' maun fare aye as blythe an' cheery. 1304|I wad na been sae pou'd to wear thy ring, 1304|For it was licht to me sae fair; 1304|I wadna be sae pou'd but thou shouldst be 1304|My sweetsel for to be sae sweet. 1304|I am sae fair and haud me by the snaw, 1304|I am sae free frae all the world but thee, 1304|That no man mair can win, 1304|But I will win to thee. 1304|Then win me, sae wha hits on my heart, 1304|And win me fair and fair; 1304|And win me, and win me I wad na bear, 1304|For I darena bear to thee. 1304|Away, then, whither can I flee, 1304|Or what can be worse than to love thee? 1304|The whiles my foes may ask me where 1304|I hae beener? yea, let them ask. 1304|But I hae beener, as my head sae low, 1304|And that maks a doubt no more; 1304|I darena doubt aught, for certes I wad 1304|I wad na leeve it off for thee. 1304|Then away, away, I tell them, 1304|I darena tak't sae mair; 1304|For I darena tak't and I darena yin 1304|For I darena bear to thee. 1304|Tune--"_A'en haet, and then, 1304|A'en haet, and then._" 1304|O, sair 'twere that the stars in their courses 1304|Were wet wi' dew, 1304|And we should see the light o' day 1304|Around Langdale lay; 1304|Or that the star that guides the morn 1304|Should flash on us from above, 1304|When the mavis and the moor-cock 1304|Frolicked by ilka swine. 1304|Or could we ken how bonnie Brewis lad, 1304|Frae shore to shore, 1304|How sweetly he would thrid the auld lane, 1304|And gang wi' ilk beastie; 1304|Or could we ken how bonnie Brewis lad, 1304|Frae shore to shore, to laik wi' meikie, 1304|How willie waddied up his e'en, 1304|How quick wi' his e'e. 1304|A' ye whan the warl' gae to the well, 1304|A' ye whan the warl' thole the dawin, 1304|Oh! whan ye ken whan ye'll be comin, 1304|Come to the warl' gang! 1304|Nae mair we'll hear the warl' gang, 1304|Nae mair will the twa ree wee bee, 1304|The auld warl's ride. 1304|A' ye whan the warl' gang to the kirk, 1304|A' ye whan the warl' gang wull awa', 1304|A' ye whan the warl' gang by the mill, 1304|Come gangie whare ye may; 1304|Come gangie, and beabouts twa hours, 1304|Come gangie, & beabouts twa weeks; 1304|A' ye whan the warl's gang by the mill, 1304|Come gangie, ilk day! 1304|Come whaur through kirk and street, 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 44800 ======================================== 30357|O dearest, fairest, blushing Glorious One! 30357|For as on thee the glorious sun doth light, 30357|So on thy sacred form doth morning glow; 30357|And when thy light doth hide the face of night, 30357|Then, lo, the glories of my dreaming sight 30357|Spring to thy mind, and all my being shines. 30357|Thus, then, the world thy beauty doth survey, 30357|Not as in some painted urn, or urn of stone 30357|Or sculptured frieze, where imagination roves; 30357|But in the centre of calm-fretted peace, 30357|Midst peace and harmony, where all is love; 30357|And peace, and love, and heaven, and goodness high. 30357|So glides the streamlets on their way, 30357|On the soft currents of thy smile; 30357|So flows the silver tide at noon, 30357|On the clear moonlight of thy hair! 30357|Fair Queen of this harmonious choir, 30357|Fair is the light that comes from nigh; 30357|But purer are the eyes that look 30357|On this fair flood with pitying eye. 30357|The air is full of gladness rare, 30357|The air is sweet with dewy delight; 30357|To thee the gladness and the love 30357|Are less for thee and less for me. 30357|For thee a long-lost lover sing, 30357|And bid the shades of night depart; 30357|For thee a joyous evening wait; 30357|For thee a fair horizon lie. 30357|Farewell, my cheerful book!--my daily bread, 30357|A blessing for the wearied eye! 30357|'Twas on a day, long years ago, 30357|That I wrote the golden days of yore, 30357|And laid the pavements of the world in order; 30357|And, while I read in rapture's lucid slumbers, 30357|O'er the white tomb a golden curtain fell! 30357|Farewell, my fancies flock together! 30357|I see no gleam of sunny splendour now, 30357|The light on morning heights, the blaze of noon-- 30357|No joy of hope, no health, no pleasure pensive, 30357|In the dull gloom of yonder wintry dome. 30357|How vain the strife with Nature's ancient powers! 30357|She breaks our pride with her eternal wrath, 30357|And, all in rage, she rages, rejoices, 30357|The sunlit morn, the soft horizon parting, 30357|The white road, and the parting parting friend! 30357|O that I had the strength to lose in nights of sleep! 30357|When Fancy flies from rude, unwomanly dreams, 30357|O that I had the power to breathe, in quiet hours, 30357|The gentle spirit of serene content! 30357|Then Love would sink into the bosom of his gale, 30357|And joy would glow like morning in the sky! 30357|The eagle's wing to wildest strife would stoop, 30357|The tiger's rage be kindled, and the pomegranate 30357|Grow huge within my breast, and every leaf 30357|Of every tree that melts into the skies. 30357|And all those scenes of peace would bloom, with me, 30357|When life had lost its ancient mouldering mountains, 30357|And only the wild woods stood in honoured courts, 30357|And only the bluer sea, which freezes to foam! 30357|The voice of Nature never shall be mute, 30357|The hand of Beauty ever its silent chords; 30357|The voice of Nature, as in ages past, 30357|Still bids her songs be ever fresh and true; 30357|And the pure Spirit, which still stirs beneath 30357|The mouldering rock, shall fight to every change, 30357|And make the rocks obey the loyal voice. 30357|The earth was green, the grass was green, 30357|The lark was sky-blue, and the bee 30357|Went to the elfin palace-hoof, 30357|To sip the dew at every rill. 30357|Then, as the lark alights, the ======================================== SAMPLE 44810 ======================================== 18396|We had our huzzas, bonnie Loo; 18396|Our pipes were tuned by dame Garibaldi, 18396|His fingers twinkled dew-lipped in the linn; 18396|An' we wad na let him gang awa hame, 18396|Wi' a' his swats o' whiskey and a' his flae, 18396|For wee seemed to hae the least suspicion 18396|That he had nae sense or restraint in him. 18396|He had nae heart, an' sae had his frounce, 18396|That aucht a blink on us mithers could rin; 18396|We were a' sae hasty o'er him, an' his hulk 18396|Wad touch the best masons' hame to-ye! 18396|The stanes were high on our trothy heaps, 18396|Wi' plaister crowns and gloamin' toun, 18396|An' the gowans bussed us in our kirl, 18396|Till we chapt wi' gout and hansom hoamin'; 18396|An' as we gaed blundering thro' the corn, 18396|He gat him a sair clout to hold me in; 18396|Nae more, but "What's the good o' a name? 18396|Nae matter wha is there to boast a name?" 18396|When we were bauld an' we were bauld in style, 18396|Then the dame an' the hiel' lasses were bonnie; 18396|My heart it wadna tine us yet a wee, 18396|Sae frae these saft p'sun's to "Weeteer" she went, 18396|Wad wadna stay to look on a blink, 18396|But she's far awa frae this she's owerd, 18396|For me he's dead, an' she's far awa. 18396|Sae this dame an' her bonnie dear are gane, 18396|I' the mire o' the siller and siller; 18396|I'll a' win plaister the sun in my path, 18396|But I see them a' for my een' to grieve, 18396|For my auld love luve's awa an' me. 18396|What wae's me for this auld love's awa, 18396|For sae my heart's as warm to her ae morning; 18396|Yet she's awa like a snell auld mou' 18396|Or a tear frae a soul that's gane abeb': 18396|In haste I gaed to seek for my love 18396|But a' the town was in a scoff an' a roar; 18396|The caird that had nae wae-bell'd larkes 18396|Gaed ower the watertill I should rue. 18396|Then I saw a lad wi' a wizen-spear 18396|Hoo my heart was sair, and o' the warst; 18396|But I saw a lass where aye was the sun, 18396|And the bower o' Looilcon was my home! 18396|O, the sun shines warm upon the lea-nees; 18396|The breeze soughs soun'ly through the clear hazel; 18396|The rosy waters o'er the lea flow, 18396|Lap, a crackless streamer, on the grass; 18396|And the breeze gae's soughless, the wave-rosied cow-ches. 18396|Fond love sways like a lily when it sips 18396|The dew, or sinks sune when the wind soughs; 18396|But a' my fond loves like a waefu' cup 18396|Were soused wi' this last kiss o' ane. 18396|In my auld father's house yestreen, 18396|When the warld was young and fair, 18396|My auld father took me wi' a' his heart, 18396|And he bent me to his wooing. 18396|He was sune a bride had I my mither, 18396|And he said, "Yon maiden is mine; 18396|A maiden that ======================================== SAMPLE 44820 ======================================== 1365|And said, "The prince who conquered and won is not dead." 1365|And he left us, and he left us not. So we stayed 1365|And wept, and wept, and wept, and prayed; till at last 1365|In the dawn, at the coming of the morning sun, 1365|A man came to the door, with heavy and sullen step, 1365|And a face half-hidden, half-revealed, we know not how. 1365|He had a broken and ragged dress, and from his face 1365|The strength of years was gone; and in the face there shone 1365|So full of grace and beauty, that we could not bear 1365|The broken and ragged dress, and from his face 1365|He showed us a face like Christ, and a man without name. 1365|And when I saw the Prince of Peace, I said, 1365|"Give him a horse," and he gave me a mare 1365|Of his own making, without a bridle or stay, 1365|My blood beat fast and bold, and I rode away. 1365|And then the old man said, "Go back to him, 1365|And let him know all this that has transgressed, 1365|And when you return to him, your handkerchief 1365|By your own hair, by your own lips sworn, by this sign, 1365|Shall be unbound, shall be publicly bound 1365|By all the people of the realm of Heaven." 1365|Ah me! what grief it was to die! 1365|What joy to leave this land! 1365|To see the hills and valleys fair, 1365|To rest in the wide city, near 1365|To the fair city which my love 1365|Built with my own hands, and which she 1365|Built with my own hands. 1365|So to my brother came we, 1365|And he beheld the city, and he said, 1365|"Go home to your city, and there 1365|Be cured of this same disease, 1365|That doth afflict you so long." 1365|And behold! the old man's face 1365|Had turned a sudden color; he stood 1365|In the midst of the city like a ghost 1365|That comes to some sore-hearted man 1365|Whom he hath been in danger with the Huns. 1365|And he was pale as death; his beard was white; 1365|His very voice was faint like wailing 1365|Of winds among the forest leaves, 1365|Or the din of a shipwrecked wind. 1365|And he said to me: "Brother, myself 1365|Would fain cure you of this same disease, 1365|But I live to thy returning; 1365|For there is none can heal you of it yet, 1365|Not I, who, in thy behalf, 1365|Am still a maiden unmarried." 1365|Then I answered him, I who had wrought, 1365|In the deep caves of Thy regions, 1365|The sin of my heart, and my sin had wrought, 1365|And I said: "Neither am I alone. 1365|I am come from the lofty mountain tops 1365|That crown His head, and I am come from night 1365|And day, by the rivers of Paradise; 1365|I am come, I am come to heal 1365|You these words of my brother!" 1365|And he said: "Brother, if 'tis true, 1365|I have prayed and wrought and prayed in vain, 1365|Neither can I bring to life this tree 1365|Whose life hath been turned to a span of death, 1365|And whose branches bear the weight 1365|Of a thousand suns and a thousand springs!" 1365|Then he said to me: "Fear not. In God 1365|Thou shalt find a succor, for he is kind 1365|And has a mercy for all things, as it were, 1365|Except the sin of Adam! 1365|And, when he shall command it, he will bring 1365|Another Grace above what is now his own!" 1365|And I answered him: "Not so. 1365|In the world that is beside my path, 1365|And I wait for one who ======================================== SAMPLE 44830 ======================================== 2819|The wretch that's in this hell? 2819|What are the thoughts of the dead that are in the grave? 2819|Where's the man that the dead should not have seen? 2819|Where's the man that's in this place? 2819|There is the man that the dead would have saved, 2819|There's the man that never can live. 2819|The dead are all alive in their graves, 2819|They're all in the world together, 2819|For the dead are always in the world, 2819|But that dead man that's in the grave 2819|Is in the world a hundred times more dead 2819|Than the dead man that's in the grave. 2819|It is written: "Death shall be with Life; 2819|An End and Beginning"--yea, "both alike are short." 2819|But to what end? 2819|Life hath many mouthfuls and days, 2819|Love has many mouthings, 2819|Crowns and decorations 2819|Have many days. 2819|Was the man dead? Yea, but he 2819|Lives, and that is well, says the King. 2819|He that's in the grave 2819|Will make the grave with his breath. 2819|Weeping is the road to nothingness, 2819|Smell the ground for nothingness, 2819|Gather the rotten sand, 2819|Build the hollows in the ground, 2819|Wipe the smut from the sky; 2819|Wash the nose from the eyes, 2819|Melt the brain from the ears. 2819|Weep and blow tears of the moon 2819|Over and over the grave? 2819|Weep and blow up and say: 2819|"The grave is here, and we're grown old; 2819|We've lived with sorrow for an hundred years; 2819|We have had tears and sorrow, pain and sorrow, 2819|In an ancient story,--what think ye?" 2819|Not for nothing do we weep 2819|And blow tears of the great white moon, 2819|Lest we should think that we knew the wise, the good, 2819|Life and everything. 2819|They shall hear the story, 2819|Of who was the great fool, 2819|Ere He took a guess at a hundred-and-three-score years, 2819|The fool that He made,-- 2819|Ere a boy was born, 2819|To laugh and shout in the Holy Place-- 2819|The foolish fool. 2819|O'er the dust of the earth 2819|In long array they ride, 2819|The fool rides first, to laugh and shout, 2819|Where the old gray stones, 2819|The old gray stones, 2819|They bear away; 2819|They bear away, 2819|He nevermore. 2819|Down the air, from the heavens, 2819|Faint as a flower or a bird, 2819|Blooming the turf with its leaves of gold, 2819|Swift as the sound of a passing shower, 2819|Golden the sheaf upon their shoulders. 2819|Faint as a flower or a bird, 2819|Golden the sheaf above, 2819|Soaring and singing and flying 2819|Over the sod,-- 2819|Soaring and singing and flying, 2819|The old fool's gone. 2819|The blind man sees not the sun rise, 2819|He knows not at what time the west wind blows; 2819|He hears the white-throat and sees the pale bee, 2819|But the blind man travels over land and sea. 2819|O'er the earth the dark clouds gathering, 2819|The coming rain and the going snow, 2819|The sound of the whirlwind and ice breaking, 2819|All these be to the blind man strange. 2819|Under the trees on the hill 2819|The gray wolves howl and howl; 2819|And I like a wounded hound watch 2819|With bated breath and trailing foot. 2819|The blind man sees not the sun rise, 2819|He knows not at what time the west wind blows; 2819|He hears the white-throat and sees the pale bee, ======================================== SAMPLE 44840 ======================================== 1365|The children of the world, 1365|Who live and love for a little hour, 1365|And die. 1365|The light upon your eyelids 1365|Grows dark at last, 1365|To tell you what a day has done! 1365|It was a good, strong day, 1365|It was a fair, bright day! 1365|The sky was very blue; 1365|It was so bright that there was not 1365|In the world one drop 1365|Of dew on the leafless bush! 1365|A beautiful, rich day! 1365|And the birds sang in the leaves, 1365|And the rain went like a song 1365|At the heart of the hour. 1365|And the sun, that comes up so blue, 1365|Says to the birds, "O my children, 1365|"Tell me, if you dare--" 1365|But the children do not care; 1365|Each one does his best; 1365|And they tell the birds and he 1365|Says, "Good-morrow to you!" 1365|I love you so! I will tell you so! 1365|The flowers in your lane 1365|Have given you a heart 1365|From which flowers should separate, 1365|And you must go leave them all! 1365|I love you so! I will tell you so! 1365|Ah! that time is past,-- 1365|With the grass above your head 1365|And the stars in your blue, 1365|And the clouds in the west,-- 1365|I remember how you looked 1365|As the day drew near; 1365|But your eyes, in one wild flash, 1365|Were not always bright. 1365|I love you so! I will tell you so! 1365|A little while we had,-- 1365|As the night drew near,-- 1365|Some joy in our hearts of hearts; 1365|But your heart must have wings 1365|Some day on its wings must rot,-- 1365|I'm sure of one day 1365|That never was born. 1365|You'll be old before you know it, 1365|And then I'll have to say good-bye; 1365|But I will not forget till then 1365|Your beautiful eyes, 1365|As day breaks round you, 1365|Your beautiful smile, your dear white hair! 1365|All the same, I've nothing more to say; 1365|I wish you all good luck, and may your eyes 1365|Always be as happy as your heart's delight, 1365|And your love as warm and as good a kiss 1365|As they are blue and bright,-- 1365|You'll all be old and old and older 1365|Before you know it,--and my kisses, 1365|Your dear lips of blue, 1365|The soft kisses of you, and your dear kisses, 1365|Might not be long! 1365|I'll see you in Ireland, then, when your days 1365|Are almost done. And when you are seventy, 1365|You'll take me to your grave, 1365|And I shall be very old and sorrowful. 1365|The snow lies white on the chimney tops, 1365|The wind blows chilly and cold; 1365|I wish that you were here, as you used to be, 1365|And I could make you laugh! 1365|And when you are dead and dust to dust, 1365|When you are quite as dead as I, 1365|I shall not lose you while I live; 1365|But in my love, I'll kiss your dear eyes, 1365|And take you to your shroud! 1365|You came to me so gladly the other day, 1365|Your picture, the old picture, on your hand; 1365|But, ah! I never can forget 1365|That you called me that!-- 1365|You took my hand to take a look at the picture 1365|And I looked it away; 1365|For at last look, my dear, at the picture no longer,-- 1365|When the pictures come back. 1365|I can see the little prints of ink that were in it, 1365|As I see them now; 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 44850 ======================================== 1279|Thy gentle spirit would not betray! 1279|But here for thy dear sake, I surrender 1279|My earthly kingdom, and submissive 1279|Resolve and strength, with thy dear Son to stand 1279|With thee in Heaven, in company with Jesus! 1279|"I came to woo 1279|Thee my Love's hand; 1279|But oh, she said, 1279|My Jesus is not here!" 1279|A little while I stay'd, 1279|Then spake I to her: 1279|"My Angel still, 1279|Will come and say nay; 1279|Though I, my Love, can say noe, 1279|Yet still thou shalt go." 1279|"I never loved! 1279|No, never more will I!" 1279|She turn'd aside with that-- 1279|That cruel kiss! 1279|She never turn'd away; 1279|But now she lov'd me so, 1279|As never but in fancy 1279|Could she be turn'd by. 1279|I took her sweetheart glove; 1279|I wrung her brown braids: 1279|I made sweet chains of rayon 1279|To deck her hair. 1279|I bind'd her braid, 1279|To the clasp of her stockings; 1279|I drew her shoon, 1279|To cover them well. 1279|I bound her hair with a braid; 1279|I gave her curl: 1279|But aye that curl'd her brow-- 1279|Its twine were vain. 1279|She look'd to the west; 1279|And there, methinks, stood 1279|The Prince of Peace; 1279|And she said, in a voice of woe, 1279|"Dear Prince of Peace, 1279|"Why hast thou left me thus? 1279|"I would as sure have been 1279|Thy heart's best treasure! 1279|"And now, methinks, this wealth 1279|Will be spent 1279|As here it was intended! 1279|"I'll go and ask the others; 1279|My sweetheart sure! 1279|"She'll ne'er be pleased to learn 1279|That I am her father! 1279|"I'll go and make request, 1279|With a tear in each eye; 1279|And, as I came from school 1279|I shall hear them whisper, 1279|'She is a brave child! 1279|"Go and ask the others; 1279|Her smile may be false now; 1279|It was a pretty thing, 1279|Her mother, methinks, did seem 1279|Like the old Rabbit, methinks, 1279|And yet as pretty as he. 1279|"At the first sight of him she turn'd, 1279|Her father, into tear, 1279|Her brothers, sisters, made a knee 1279|And a firm leaning ta'en. 1279|"Her father smiled, and he bow'd, 1279|Which seem'd the cause, 1279|To hear a gentle heart 1279|Its sorrows utter'd so. 1279|"And, O, how sweet are mother's smiles 1279|When first they're receiv'd! 1279|And sweet is father's voice when he 1279|Heard voice that was his own! 1279|"That voice, methinks, is dearer 1279|Than voice of any that's born, 1279|I ween, for ever hears its moan 1279|With so deep-ton'd moan, 1279|That it would break the glass 1279|It flies into, when shaken from 1279|The high-mounting star." 1279|No more the merry bells 1279|Can ring, or evermore be heard 1279|The pleasing sounds of nursery-bell, 1279|The pleasant, soothing, merry sounds of school. 1279|Now while the dews of night 1279|Bring forth health to each primitive flower, 1279|And peace to each young head, 1279|Let every little blossom with all its power 1279|Be cheerful, and be gay; 1279|In honour of May, 1279|And Love's high May-Pole ======================================== SAMPLE 44860 ======================================== 8187|I saw, a while ago in the place I 8187|Have so frequently stood before, 8187|A woman kneeling there, and, with voice 8187|Just as plaintive as she was poor,-- 8187|With one hand upon her bosom, and 8187|A child to her right hand nigh bended now,-- 8187|And gazing, as still she kneeled there, 8187|At the old man kneeling to him. 8187|"Oh, that is _mine_!" she cried, her cries 8187|Singing from that other child, which she 8187|Had been kneeling to in her own. 8187|"This is my own! this is mine! 8187|"Yours, my own, and yours only! 8187|"Thou, who lovest this moment alone, 8187|"This is my very own only! 8187|"Thou art mine--thou dost not love me? 8187|"Thou lovest this child alone? 8187|"Farewell, O heart!" she sobbingly-- 8187|"Farewell, thou heart, farewell! 8187|"For ever our peace thus breaks, 8187|"Our communion is so deep! 8187|"Farewell, all the world! for ever!" 8187|The child took the placid hand, 8187|And murmured, "Nevermore!" 8187|While that other child bent down 8187|And kissed it as in prayer; 8187|Who shook its languid fingers, 8187|And sighed, "For ever!" 8187|But the woman knew them both, 8187|She loved both like the sun. 8187|While that child, with languid smile, 8187|Felt in the hand her heart-- 8187|Its bosom still in that sweet clasp unknown, 8187|And far away was lost! 8187|'Twas the wildest hour of all time:-- 8187|What was I doing then, 8187|Who in that happy hour, at that same 8187|Twilight hour had stood, 8187|And found myself in the same wild hour 8187|On the same mountain wood?- 8187|And yet, this I could not comprehend, 8187|Even in that hour; 8187|I could not grasp the secret gloom, 8187|Or look behind at aught; 8187|What strange, unheard-of things are they, 8187|Which even at this moment betide 8187|My soul to me belongs; 8187|And I too now the wild hour bears, 8187|And walks on like a dream: 8187|With all the world before and behind, 8187|And Love before it behind, 8187|So, 'tis I walk on--and the woods 8187|Of yesterday are gone! 8187|And as I look, and as I look, 8187|I peer, and look, and search 8187|For that soul, oh Youth so near the sun, 8187|Which brightened the world of old; 8187|But neither sun, nor world, with all 8187|Their glory are mine now; 8187|That time when young I saw thee shine, 8187|And while I'd play with youthful flame, 8187|Thyself was all beside me then 8187|And now both only shine. 8187|It was long ago: the same, it is, 8187|I see as it was then: 8187|The light that gleamed on its glory then, 8187|Is still reflected there! 8187|Tho' it shines, with a richer glow 8187|All round, and is brighter now; 8187|And tho' its own radiance thro' earth it's flung 8187|It shines not, it is not so! 8187|And still the same--that once it gave 8187|But last night, as yesterday, 8187|Myself has but one ray, one light, 8187|For me still shining o'er the ground, 8187|And o'er that spot with all its wealth! 8187|And tho' the same the Sun and _me_, 8187|Tho' from two very skies he be, 8187|Still shines one ray on our path to win, 8187|And still on all our way he runs! 8187|He ======================================== SAMPLE 44870 ======================================== 1568|Sees, not a few, a face that seems 1568|Crowned by a dream of a man's last hours. 1568|The man's last hours, the man's last words, 1568|The man's last life--all his love and all. 1568|And, in this, the wonder-work of dreams 1568|That make this miracle of a man, 1568|This man, whose eyes are darkness to thy light, 1568|This star-sown and fashioned light and air,- 1568|This, a God's best gift, this perfect thing, 1568|This woman, light-hearted and shy 1568|As a star-flower when September blushes 1568|Light in the darkening air, 1568|Sits her, as one that would abdicate 1568|Her chair of honor, and in scorn 1568|Grabs her chair and declares we all 1568|Are her slaves. (This she said to me, 1568|One day, in early childhood's year, 1568|And I know that it was so:- the thought 1568|Stirred in my heart with a new-born flame 1568|Which has lasted though Time has to-day 1568|Curtailed and bent it; and I smile 1568|For all that, though it be, it is not.) 1568|The woman that I sit in here 1568|In the corner of this little room 1568|Lives. Though the hours beat loud and fast 1568|In the silence of her life, she speaks, 1568|Fruit of her fruitless griefs, 1568|Fruit of her empty, weariful life: 1568|The hours that flit here, like tiny stars 1568|Flickering a-half an age 1568|From the hand that makes them and the soul 1568|That feeds them, from the hand that casts them. 1568|Her life seems endless, and all strange things 1568|To her strange eye appear, 1568|And strange hopes that seem so distant 1568|Flit through her mind. She is the child 1568|Of an infinite sorrow, but is not, 1568|For she has seen this man. God speed him, 1568|For he seems to me so very near. 1568|(Ah--what strange days she has had since I came here!) 1568|So do these dreams come back to me 1568|Of the days when, having nothing, 1568|I knew joy, and he of me, and he said, 1568|"I am a son of God," 1568|Because our hearts were the same blood, 1568|Because we had eyes to see, 1568|And hair of light. We seemed to speak 1568|Unutterably, for a word 1568|Will wake a thousand memories 1568|In some man's soul. Now have I seen 1568|That soul of his with fear, 1568|And I sat with him that day 1568|In the silent silence of his face - 1568|And his hair-brush, as one sees 1568|The painting of a child, 1568|As some face he must have been. 1612|"I hate the feeling, 1612|It makes me melancholy 1612|As it does you. 1612|It seems to me the human heart 1612|Is the best of things, 'tis true, 1612|But I think the human heart has better parts 1612|As you see. Why can't I be happy with a heart that loves 1612|When it is human?" 1612|"If you were happy you 1612|Would let me love you now; 1612|But when your heart is human 1612|You are not human now." 1612|"I hate the feeling, 1612|It fills me with amaze, 1612|For it seems so human, 1612|And so human then. 1612|I am human, but how cruel 1612|That human now! 1612|Human heart, however beautiful its tenderness, has, in 1612|many a case and in various moods, the power to make us 1612|fond, sad, foolish, good, evil, loving, angry, fearing. 1612|It seems to me 1612|that human heart which is so sweetly human is most suitable 1612 ======================================== SAMPLE 44880 ======================================== 1365|As the moonlight floods the sky. 1365|They say that he was never loved again, 1365|That a new love hath come to him; 1365|The last words that he has spoken 1365|Are the words of hate and envy! 1365|And I know that in another life 1365|The song of his own voice will flow 1365|From the song of the old and broken; 1365|That the songs in Heaven are not still; 1365|But the songs in earth are still! 1365|O my loved and lost one, 1365|O my own, and thou art dead! 1365|Wandering over the earth 1365|At this time, as of old! 1365|Wander over the sea, 1365|A child for a child! 1365|Wandering over the snow, 1365|At this time, as of old! 1365|Wander to the north-east, 1365|Behold, where the sun shines; 1365|That is Paradise, at last! 1365|Wander to the south-west, 1365|And the moon does her circuit 1365|In a yellow circuit, too; 1365|That is Hell, at last! 1365|Then be not amazed and fearful, 1365|In God the Father sees. 1365|O the dead of the world, 1365|Dead with your fathers! 1365|Dead with the born of the world 1365|In their graves forever! 1365|O my father, my brother, brother, 1365|From the foot of the mountains come! 1365|From the tops of the valleys, 1365|And the borders of rivers! 1365|My father! O my brother! 1365|Halt! that which was to be! 1365|Let us make moan, 1365|From the feet of the tombs. 1365|Lo! the dead arise! 1365|Lo! the born grow strong! 1365|Wandering over the earth, 1365|At this time, as of yore! 1365|Lit the dead embers, 1365|At this time, 1365|At the sacred fires! 1365|They that went up into the steeple, 1365|When the fire burned so bright; 1365|They that bowed down in reverent humility, 1365|And confessed their weakness there: 1365|They that now, in the upper parts of the door, 1365|Are the people of Christ's Church! 1365|They that still are adored in the hearts of the world 1365|As now beheld in their seats; 1365|With their face to the sky, 1365|And their hands upon the Cross, 1365|Now let us bless and appeal unto them, 1365|As unto their God. 1365|Let us give God thanks, 1365|And with benediction, 1365|As a child to the saint, 1365|That for him shall they arise and rejoice, 1365|And with his blood be spent. 1365|And the holy, holy, born, 1365|At the Holy Eucharist, 1365|And the body and the spirit and the whole, 1365|Are united in one. 1365|They are united in one, 1365|At the head of the throne; 1365|One with the Father, one with the host, 1365|One in the Father, one in the host, 1365|One in the word and the life. 1365|Wearing the white and blameless robe, 1365|The Christ of Nazareth; 1365|Girt with the twelve Apostles, 1365|And with the twelve deacons. 1365|We are not alone, in the realms above, 1365|When our Saviour shall come. 1365|The angels, the Seraphim, 1365|The Dispersion's many voices 1365|Are all in one, 1365|When his feet are planted there 1365|In the true Redeemer's place! 1365|Let us all, as he goes, 1365|Carry his body along, 1365|And be it sweet or bitter, 1365|We will say, 1365|"We be his." 1365|It will be for light, 1365|It will be for faith, 1365|It will be an everlasting flame ======================================== SAMPLE 44890 ======================================== 27195|An' I'll let a black eye blind you for a bit! 27195|An' 'long 'is shoes. 27195|An' long 'is hat! 27195|'Rang dry, dry, an' hung 'is head on a nail! 27195|An' long 'is cravat! 27195|"Oh, 'igher dreams I'll make 27195|When I 'ave done with 'is sins!" 27195|An' while I'd give all to see 'em never bud down! 27195|I'd give 'im all I'm worth fer that! 27195|I'd give 'im all I'm worth fer mine-- 27195|Mine 'eart, mine 'agle, an' mine 'air! 27195|It took a lot o' grit to cut 27195|The Stag in two, you know. 27195|When 'im says: "Go dig, Fred," 'e goes, 27195|"An' bring back Pink Gumtree!" 27195|They got no land 'near 'is wife; 27195|'E's gone an' t'umped an' gone an' licked. 27195|She never knew. 'Er Nat had a flockin' dog. 27195|An' 'is mussy sez "Fred, wot--?"' she sez, 27195|When 'e made 'is demands fer 'is own! 27195|'Imself sez, "I'm not worth a cent!" 27195|And I know sez that, 'fore 'e gits to, 27195|"I don't dig! I dig not!" 'e sez! 27195|'Im sez: "I'll do my best." 'E swears. 27195|He swears fer 'is wife, 'e swears! 27195|I'd 'ave 'ed 'im! It is 'ome fer me! 27195|I was 'immed when a feller saw. 27195|This Nat, you 'ave to 'and him once; 27195|'E sez he's 'icked 'im so 'ust! 27195|And when I was 'avin' blue, 27195|The stittril 'ad a feller bite 'is 27195|An' beat 'im. 'Er head swam. 27195|The dog-tagged heart 'ad a 'and 27195|'Eseemed 'ot. 'Ese seemed all right, 27195|'E seemed much kinder; an' then 27195|'E fell off 'is leash. 27195|"Oh! the Lord made Fredy Smith, 27195|The man that 'as got a collar on!" 27195|I heard 'im callin'. 'E 'ad me 'and, 27195|I thought 'e meant to 'urt, an' bite 'im, 27195|Nor let me save me two. 27195|'E looked like any normal feller. 27195|I 'adn't seen fer sneezerin' fer 'is 'ead. 27195|'E was just as 'e was wont to be. 27195|'Im 'andsome, when I got 'im straight, 27195|Wot made me swot to jump? 27195|But I got 'im up to 'is feet an' I 27195|'Eved 'im down an' 'im on my back straight, 27195|An' 'is 'air pulled off 'im. 27195|It's up to 'is 'and to work now! 27195|'Im's 'im's gone, with this, all gone. 27195|The dog's not a flyin' around. 27195|An' I guess I will tog 27195|The dog! 'E wagged its tail as I done it, 27195|An' sez: "You must go to the dog den!" 27195|The peltin' and grugglin' 27195|Don't seem to come from no man. 27195|'E was a tough, tough dog, 27195|An' 'is mouf wus' bein' fed! 27195|An' 'im wusn't the prettiest he knew. 27195|An' they won't bite you on the collar, 27195|Lusty and bein' bald, 27195|Nor 'e'll bite fer a dog den, 27195| ======================================== SAMPLE 44900 ======================================== 8790|In a deep pit in the hill that encloses 8790|The chapel of Saint Peter. So thick a fog 8790|O'erwhelmed him, that to ascent the embankment 8790|It were as posing in a dark night; and all 8790|The steps, which he ventured on, were soiled. 8790|And then he sank; and pulling forward his hand 8790|And falling down, as unsuspecting man 8790|To woman's stage has fallen, I heard him call 8790|The saint: "Give me thy blessing, saint!" Then smiled 8790|The visage of that saintly visage, at whose word 8790|I rose upright and pressed on those I found 8790|My feet. "And may God bless thee," said I, 8790|"When, opener of Beatrice's lids, I view 8790|That mountain, needed for her purposing good!" 8790|"In si sponte padre, inerte si nella Pianto 8790|Ave atar dell asez le manse; in cerio 8790|E da manse di me segeta, si forza lello 8790|Contegne mia tutte impia: e dolce mani 8790|E manza col tuomo spesso." Oh How fall'n! 8790|By many wounds about her loins he lay, 8790|Our eyes averse, and half in death reclined. 8790|When now my farther question somewhat had 8790|Renew'd the vigour of my fellow's doubt, 8790|The tree forth of fire, withoration 8790|Branded with flames, inverted, finally broken, 8790|The spirit to our broth of life releas'd, 8790|And shape we straight towards the summit upglow'd, 8790|As one who standing swallows in his heart 8790|Fear flat, and doubts if he is going to chuse, 8790|Or not, the pleasant short prospect of his choice. 8790|The morning came; the soul, that lingering linger'd there, 8790|Crept up, and with her weight bereav'd her arms, 8790|(A weight besides were hers), when we all mov'd toward 8790|The long descent, together 'bove the old wells. 8790|NOW by the Alpheus hades the Acropolis 8790|Of Samos receiv'd our nymphs and Spartan guides, 8790|The sand which on the Dacian side covers Bohem, 8790|Paynim as he is Maurus Celtaean, 8790|Such was the aspect that address'd me: when, 8790|As one who attends and notes his audience, 8790|Attentive to her words, whom singleness 8790|Of song nor solitude annoy, other care 8790|Deprives, ear longing, and eye longing eyes, 8790|So sat I pendent on to ears next meet, 8790|Looking for response no brighter for those words 8790|Than for morning lilies on the highway 8790|That glide amid flowers and run below, 8790|Part gamboling with young ganseros 8790|Snatching prey, and part in circle winding 8790|With fond anticipations their sequel; 8790|When of a sudden, as the steep increas'd, 8790|Up springs a creature, round and covered o'er 8790|With moving coils, resembling a train 8790|Of flexible reeds, twining them round 8790|In smoothest ebb, and flowing alternately 8790|With spattering sound like frenzied bees 8790|Chasing their lances back and scouring their limbs. 8790|On this side and on that, the breadth expanding, 8790|I with my eyes, within themselves joined, 8790|Behold them driven and hold me. I was fain 8790|To give them entrance to more spacious space; 8790|But motions me so slight, that light they seem'd 8790|Above my sight, at which they struck delay, 8790|Until their feet I recognized, and knew them. 8790|All I saw was, wilderness and rock; 8790|No curb nor bar to prevent their way: 8790|And high above the curving craggy land 8790|Upwent their head, as where they stand LARISSON stands. ======================================== SAMPLE 44910 ======================================== 29574|Whoeuer be his mothere; 29574|I the day have seen her, 29574|And a daughter of my chaire. 29574|Loquacious to such maiestie, 29574|Ife that I do not die, 29574|You will see my deare intent. 29574|And if I will be content, 29574|To the end that you see, 29574|To your dearest brother will 29574|By her best loyall intent 29574|Be my life-deseruer, 29574|And in his defence 29574|Let all womens words be stolne, 29574|Sith that he can take me 29574|And so vnder her woe. 29574|So may you see such men 29574|Doo as vnfairly deal? 29574|And that you doo not see 29574|A piteous and sad tale: 29574|For it be not so with me, 29574|I will it with my tale, 29574|That in his defence 29574|Let all womens words be iaw, 29574|Sith that he can take me. 29574|All I told, for my distress, 29574|You hev it know not how 29574|Nor know ye that I meant, 29574|So I should have a son, 29574|That ought to be my he'r'r; 29574|For I mean not one feare, 29574|That shall be his defence. 29574|And who it is that doth love me, 29574|I wish him all to lose. 29574|I will doo my desyre too, 29574|That he ne may eschew me. 29574|Thou hev me sent from farre away, 29574|And with great dispatch hast. 29574|For what can befall me 29574|I shall know, I can not tell. 29574|The night was old and blacke, 29574|And the weather was the worste; 29574|For the day was begun now, 29574|In the blacke night of hell. 29574|Thou wast gone away so soon, 29574|And what wilt thou have to stay? 29574|We will part and bury our wick, 29574|To keep us all one a night. 29574|Now come to that good morrow, 29574|And when thy sad face I see, 29574|And the wan stars of sadness 29574|Shining in thy face, come see, 29574|If thy love shall be more loyte 29574|Than my hart am I. 29574|I will say I shall haue care 29574|To haue my love for ever; 29574|Till the daye is done, I intend 29574|To die as well as I. 29574|My heart is broke and may break, 29574|As we are gone away; 29574|For now is my life at an end, 29574|And now is my good health. 29574|For I will come to thy mercy, 29574|For I am thy true-love, and therein 29574|I shall die or I shall live, 29574|And not be loqu[=y]d for thee. 29574|I am like the flower which a bee stinks, 29574|Which heaping molestic ao as he goes, 29574|Doth strow the earth in such a terrible way, 29574|At the sight of the poor blushing and meek blest Blossoms, 29574|And with a moan doth blow his honey-hot scipes. 29574|My breath as a beast doth strike, or in an hour 29574|When at the first he doth smell his new-ploughed soil, 29574|Doth with his little life his bones cast down, 29574|And so doth he too, and so doth my sweetheart, 29574|And each one doth his own life forfeit, 29574|So that neither man nor woman can be free, 29574|When blacke men do slay him that doth livde. 29574|My breath as a beast doth so doth inflame 29574|The blood that he doth spoyle in the doth goo, 29574|And for the blac ======================================== SAMPLE 44920 ======================================== 38520|In that old house of stone and iron 38520|That we called the "Irus," 38520|There be fathoms nine in that old house of stone and iron-- 38520|(Nine hells, if you please)-- 38520|And the soul of man is drawn in from all the depths of the earth. 38520|"Oft have we sat there dreaming over our past deeds 38520|"And the days were dark before we rose up on our feet; 38520|"And there be fathoms nine in that old house of stone and iron-- 38520|(Nine hells, if you please)-- 38520|And the soul of man is drawn in from all the depths of the earth." 38520|"And the years went by, and there were no tears in any eye, 38520|"And the years went by, and we sat in a little room; 38520|"And there be fathoms nine in that old house of stone and iron-- 38520|(Nine hells, if you please)-- 38520|And the soul of man was ever soiled from the light of his soul." 38520|"Oft have we watched through the twilight slowly unwinking 38520|The slow dark years gone by, and we sat and wept together, 38520|"And there be fathoms nine in that old house of stone and iron-- 38520|(Nine hells, if you pleasure-- 38520|Nine hells if you please)-- 38520|And the soul of man was ever soiled from the light of his soul!" 38520|"Oft have we heard the bell of a distant village ringing, 38520|Says little Billy, "it's midnight and I want to go to bed; 38520|"And there be fathoms nine in that old house of stone and iron-- 38520|(Nine hells, if you please)-- 38520|And the soul of man has a right to be sad at the thought of rest!" 38520|It's a wonder of a night. The moon climbs the heavens, 38520|Waiting for the call to her who was always mute 38520|Of a long departed brotherhood who came to earth 38520|To give away their worlds to the world's renown. 38520|Then there be fathoms nine in those old stone and iron houses-- 38520|(Nine hells, if you please)-- 38520|And the soul of man is ever sore at a father's breast! 38520|"Oh, I must go back," her father cried, and bent 38520|Over him with loving sympathy and held 38520|Her cold face, close to his own, like sister, to feel 38520|In her poor teeth how much it vexed him that they met 38520|So many years ago; and it would have been sweet 38520|To have fallen in that old, familiar way, were we 38520|Not old, and young, and both together, and young again. 38520|"But how will this come to-morrow? And where go, pray, 38520|"That little child that was so young and gay?" said he, 38520|And the tears were falling fast as he spoke, but soon 38520|They gathered in his eyes a warm and kindling light, 38520|As he gazed upon those old black walls that seem 38520|In their stillness like a cathedral church to be. 38520|"God! will he ever come to-morrow? No! he's a fay, 38520|"And you don't think the bells of those old church-bells ringing 38520|"Will be there? I wonder how my baby will walk? 38520|"I hope he'll get in prattle and then walk away; 38520|"But I'll take him back to mother, when he's a little child." 38520|"Oh, it's going! Oh, 'tis he!" said the boy without 38520|Hope, the father, when the little children cried. 38520|So, as the hours dragged by, and the night came on, 38520|All the old life faded from their dying eyes, 38520|And the soul that now and then flashed with a spark, 38520|Shed its last parting ray, and vanished from view, 38520|The father laid his arms around his dead son's neck, 38520|And let come back with sudden movement, half-stifled, 38520|His face serene and cold, a sharp and shuddering cry; ======================================== SAMPLE 44930 ======================================== 19221|Which, when they see it, burn with love divine; 19221|O Love--let us clasp thee to the heart! 19221|When first I saw thee, first I saw in thee 19221|The image of our Lord's own virgin blood; 19221|So fresh and round and delicious to the sight, 19221|That, when within my sight, I almost died 19221|To see thee; which makes now this very death 19221|To see thee. Thou art such, that I have grown 19221|Caught up and driven away wholly from 19221|The Church, which God designed us for his use 19221|To keep and feed on; which, however, is 19221|A thing to bear with age, though not the same 19221|As living out our faith and virtue here 19221|On solid grounds every-where; for then 19221|The Church which once we saw so pretty grew 19221|Untimely; and she whom we had hoped to see 19221|Grown gracious to the end, has become a thing 19221|To be endured without and without 19221|The hope of any resurrection. 19221|How long the Holy Office shall abide, 19221|In peace and righteousness, in this world 19221|Which to our eyes it looks brighter than day; 19221|How long the blessed Vision shall endure, 19221|In holiness and mercy still the same, 19221|And we behold the hands wherewith we held 19221|A child to cleanse the world; and these we see 19221|With many more miracles that will soon 19221|Disclose the will of God; but ere that do, 19221|Light from the Knowing knows no more, nor has 19221|Aught of the power that blessed it still been 19221|'Twixt us and our own senses; then, how long 19221|This life of ours which seems to us so bright, 19221|Shall seem to us unpassable? 19221|The King's men of the Law, 19221|They go unto their graves; 19221|King John hath taken to his bed: 19221|God save the Queen! 19221|God save the Queen! 19221|We pray Thee that all things to Thee 19221|May go smoothly; that all Things to Thee 19221|The King to do may aid and bless, 19221|And send such peace as may not be 19221|To come to His suffrage in this life 19221|For which we love Thee; 19221|While still upon the earth may stand 19221|Some few loyal servants, not as many 19221|But just as loyal; faithful ones as those 19221|That soon shall reign: who, when the world is blind 19221|With strife, and all things rule by right, 19221|Shall, ruling all with Thee, establish 19221|An only son, that none shall find a King 19221|In all the earth:--God save the Queen! 19221|The day has come, that takes us thusen away 19221|To rest beneath the shade, from our joy and 19221|strife: 19221|A day of gentle rest, in which nothing stirs 19221|Save a quiet, and a slumber without sound. 19221|We are to rise and go, unseen, apart; 19221|Into a shady valley, dell and dim, 19221|Into a temple dim, where Thou hast placed 19221|A crystal altar, round which Angels bleat 19221|The praise of Thee; and bidden all be still, 19221|St. Francis, from among the cloudless spears 19221|Of Heav'ns broad arch that fling their brightness far 19221|And near to the great heart of Earth, begins. 19221|Here rest Thou, for on this Holy-Day 19221|Thou shalt be duly remembered, and on 19221|The morrow rest, and then be blessed again; 19221|Yea, blessed are the Bountiful--where none 19221|Refusal dare resist, nor argument, 19221|Nor argument unskill'd; but lo! the Sea 19221|Is kindled; and the stars have answered, and Thee 19221|Saint Peter, Bishop of Thatchen, hastes apace 19221|To kneel at Thee; there the credulous see 19221|Thy cross made akbar; ======================================== SAMPLE 44940 ======================================== 36954|From the dark ravine-- 36954|From the far-off ruin-- 36954|From the dim-lighted wall. 36954|Hark! what strange, sweet, melancholy cries, 36954|From the wild night-air, 36954|With its sound of bells, and fiddle-furl'd 36954|Wand'ring through the wood, 36954|Telling of the night-wind; 36954|Like those of home, yet far apart! 36954|Hark! what strange, strange cries 36954|From the wild night-air, 36954|While beneath them, 36954|Burd'ring forest shades, 36954|The blue twilight falls. 36954|Where, in the darkness, 36954|Darkly gliding, 36954|Sleep-time comes, 36954|Gentle, and low, 36954|Shelterless, and pale; 36954|With his breath o'ertaking 36954|All the air, 36954|The dream-bewildered 36954|Homer, from his bed 36954|Makes his ghostly 36954|Strangely sweetest 36954|Peculiar rhapsody. 36954|'Tis the last redoubt of hope, 36954|The last of home; 36954|And all is hushed for care 36954|To be gone there: 36954|And all is hushed for hope, 36954|Save the rumbling 36954|Of the torrent 36954|From the darkness 36954|Beside them in the forest. 36954|In the night, we see 36954|With eyes that cannot help us; 36954|In the night, we see the night 36954|As it should be. 36954|In the night, the star of youth 36954|Leans to the earth, 36954|And shines in harmony 36954|All around it. 36954|The great stars of heaven, we feel, 36954|Are gazing heavenward 36954|In the glad twilight; 36954|While, toward the sky, 36954|Tremble the children of time 36954|In the sleep of time. 36954|When he comes to me, 36954|When I see him pass 36954|From the night afar, 36954|From the dark to me, 36954|I feel with strong 36954|Innocent, half-understanding 36954|He will come again. 36954|But when I hear him die-- 36954|When his hand I find 36954|I must make an end, 36954|I must close my eyes 36954|And the world go on. 36954|I saw him once before; 36954|The hill his horse had neighed, as if it said "Stand!" 36954|And the dark trees, like ghosts, were coming overhead. 36954|The wind was blowing down upon the land; 36954|The sun was shining in upon the sea; 36954|The people, with their faces turned away, 36954|Were looking like the people who had gone before. 36954|But still he came,-- 36954|He came, in spite of all! 36954|And still, the day goes over, 36954|And still, the day goes o'er: 36954|He came this time this year, in spite of all! 36954|We cannot tell 36954|When we are gone: 36954|'Tis so long ago, at any rate; 36954|You can trace it in his stride, in his look. 36954|And yet, to me, 36954|When we were young, 36954|I saw his face more often, 36954|On the sunny days, the way to see. 36954|I must not know 36954|What I may be; 36954|And yet, and yet, I cannot help it. 36954|He was so full of youth, and looked so gay, 36954|So cheerful-hearted, and seemed so sure, 36954|With such a smile, that, I remember it, 36954|You could almost hear him, as he rode, 36954|Within his home in the woods, far away, 36954|And heard him, in his voice, 36954|Sing and chatter to the echoes, 36954|As he would sometimes laugh or prattle. 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 44950 ======================================== 1568|The wind of the world goes out." 1568|Where there's more than one of them all things that you want 1568|There, you'll find that they come from the sky. 1568|They come from the sky, 1568|They come from the sky. 1568|They come from the sky. 1568|I love your face. 1568|I love my face. 1568|The roses are all at you and blossom in your hand, 1568|And a song rings, but the voice of the song is gone. 1568|What do I say? 1568|You are a lovely flower. 1568|Oh, beautiful the face. 1568|And the air about your lips is sweet as the air 1568|That stirs to a tune the nightingales prefer. 1568|They bring a fragrance and light of the night 1568|That's sweetest of all on flower and tree, 1568|And a grace beyond the eyes, 1568|And a wisdom that comes by night. 1568|Then I too love your face. 1568|If you could see me 1568|How the roses come 1568|Out of the heart of a rose 1568|Into the hand of a lover: 1568|For they have got no smell and they are white, 1568|As white as a sea-mew's breast-bane. 1568|From the red rose of love 1568|To the white of hate, 1568|And back again to the heart of love. 1568|It is a terrible thing 1568|For us to see our eyes shine 1568|In the suns of our desires. 1568|So we think that the soul of us 1568|Looks like the angelic spark 1568|That lights the firefly's candle flame. 1568|But it is the shadows in the place 1568|Where our old dreams have filled 1568|The emptiness of space: 1568|And its very silence is sound 1568|To us who have gone before. 1568|And when all of us are silent 1568|And the wind is in the trees 1568|And the sea is up the stars, 1568|As if it would have some word 1568|With the silent heavens, then 1568|It whispers to the stars. 1568|"If you would have any love 1568|Or patience, say 1568|With your voice soft and low 1568|In my secret, silent place." . . . 1568|And the roses tell of a flower there, 1568|They are the music, they are the sound 1568|Of the music in our heart, 1568|And through the wind-flung leaves 1568|They whisper to us. 1568|Like you, the nightingale, 1568|Crisping the darkness like sin; 1568|Like you, the moon: 1568|Silvery, spectral, white; 1568|Swaying like a spirit; 1568|Up the sky the stars, 1568|Walking with us to the sky; 1568|Down the sky the moon-drops, 1568|Whispering and whispering, 1568|"Go, 1568|Go, 1568|Go, 1568|Go, 1568|Go, 1568|Go," 1568|Saying no more, 1568|Through the darkness, 1568|And the night, 1568|With 1568|"When I die, 1568|You 1568|Shall 1568|Wrest me from your 1568|night-mocking; 1568|When I live, 1568|You 1568|Shall 1568|Win 1568|Wild 1568|Roses from my 1568|heart. 1568|Sole star, 1568|You 1568|Pour 1568|Light upon a night 1568|Dull and austere; 1568|Pour 1568|Radiance on a heart 1568|Stagnant and bare." 1568|What is this that you send 1568|To the lips of me, 1568|What is this that you send 1568|By the fiery car 1568|With the wheel bar round 1568|That drives you to me, 1568|And goes with a song 1568|In the wind in the ======================================== SAMPLE 44960 ======================================== 2888|And the pibroch in the dusk the wauks. 2888|And the lint-white bird, homing near, 2888|Thinks for his heart to be dead. 2888|And his wings they are thin, and he's waukin; 2888|His wings are waukin, and his feathers 2888|He's a-drenched and wet with dew. 2888|"O that bird is my mother Bird, 2888|I will bring him to his home." 2888|Now the fiercest of the wild things 2888|In the woods that echo, say, 2888|Is the one wild thing that loves the sky, 2888|And the fiercest of the wild things 2888|Is the lint-white bird that flies. 2888|I have seen him on the forest slope, 2888|I have seen him when the breeze, 2888|I have seen him wheeling in the trees, 2888|With a bird in every hue. 2888|I have seen him on the mountain peak, 2888|I have seen him through the rills; 2888|And 'twas his song, I know, that made 2888|My heart to dance on tiptoe. 2888|My Father has a son--I know him-- 2888|I have seen him in the sun; 2888|He's the king of all that grow by night, 2888|They are all his own to take. 2888|His wings are bright and his crest is free, 2888|And my heart in me is free; 2888|The sun shall be his keeper at dawn 2888|And the bird his guide on the air. 2888|I know him, I know him as well as you, 2888|I know him as well as the wise and the brave; 2888|My Father has a son, a son, 2888|He is so proud in the woods. 2888|His wings are bright and his crest is high, 2888|And his father is so brave! 2888|"Give me the lass, the lass that I love, 2888|Let her ride me and make me a nest-o-lot; 2888|I'll give her a lass from the forest gay, 2888|With a bird, with a nest-o-lot." 2888|We 've a lass from Rosieber, 2888|She 's so fair, and lily-featured: 2888|Her hair is bright and lovely; 2888|Her eyes the sweetest I ever saw. 2888|Her lips, for the softest kisses 2888|Are the sweetest I ever heard. 2888|Then out yon forest stands: 2888|The little hens coo, the cowslips peep, 2888|And the flowers with summer dew are bursting. 2888|"O where are my lass and her lassie? 2888|O where 's my lass and her laddie?" 2888|"On the greenwood yonder; 2888|She is walking by yon hill; 2888|She is looking at the coterie, 2888|O he'rt the dear little hens at play." 2888|"O where is my laddie and her laddie? 2888|O where 's my laddie and her lassie?" 2888|"I s'pose she 'll come home to the coterie 2888|And she hopes to get Mr. Jones's vote." 2888|"O where's my laddie and her laddie? 2888|O where 's my laddie and her laddie?" 2888|"They wadna gie yer e'en if she dona gie 'n day; 2888|O they wadna gie yer e'en if she dona gie 'n day. 2888|In the morning sall be her he'p; 2888|In the morning sall be her he'p. 2888|That 's my laddie, that 's my dearie, 2888|That 's my dearie, that 's my laddie, 2888|That 's my laddie, that 's my dearie, 2888|My mother has gie'd me many a kiss, 2888|And gie'd me many ======================================== SAMPLE 44970 ======================================== 2620|O lovely child, 2620|The fairest still 2620|Of the fair and glorious child; 2620|And lovelier still, lovelier still, 2620|With brighter hair, 2620|Than one on earth who loved thee, Child! 2620|What didst thou do, 2620|A fearful child! 2620|The mountain's hollow, and the wind 2620|Is blowing deep, 2620|The moon is hidden in the cloud, 2620|And the night is blind or dead, 2620|And the night is cold. 2620|When we two climbed up the cliff 2620|Above the hill, 2620|I look'd for the great bay, 2620|But there it was not; 2620|I heard the river's roar 2620|As it flows by; 2620|It did not pass, that sight, 2620|It made my heart bleed; 2620|Its hollow rock is dark 2620|And I cannot see. 2620|He is not dead; not dead, at least, 2620|And if he were 2620|I knew that he would waken still, 2620|And speak to me, 2620|And lead my silent feet, 2620|And sit by my couch, 2620|With the smile on his lips that ever did on others, 2620|That smile of his when he was young, 2620|That smile of his when he was old, 2620|He was born with himself, the other time. 2620|His face was like a garden-plot 2620|Full of blossoms, and with songs, when all the birds but he were born; 2620|And he sat under the blossoms, singing to them. 2620|And by and by the birdings left him, singing to the hills, 2620|And went to other quarters of the boughs, and were forgotten there; 2620|And he thought of no man or bird by the way. 2620|And he grew in stature and in heart, until his wife and he 2620|Came to the valley where the hills are, and the valleys hoar, 2620|And the mountain-cliffs, and there they found him alone, 2620|And the hills, and the valleys, and the mountain-waters, 2620|And his wife and he, with a sorrowful face, 2620|Singing their song for evermore, till the end came round. 2620|Where is her boy's true blood? where is his father-line? 2620|Where is his lineage of battle and of battle-weariness? 2620|Where is his father-line whose sons for him were promised? 2620|Where is the line of the warrior, his son in arms? 2620|Who will tell me of them? 2620|Who will tell me what? 2620|She is far, she is near. 2620|I cannot reach her, or reach other worlds or other lands. 2620|But I know the ways of God, and with her do I reach my way. 2620|Where is the mountain-heart that knows not the mountain-sight 2620|That knows? for all the hills are aye of her, and she is nigh. 2620|Where is her boy? She is in the night, and we have heard all 2620|The night-wandering stars that were, nor knew the night alone. 2620|There is no night the whole long time, 2620|No song, no words, no breath of air, 2620|No change of sun, no bird's swift flight 2620|Save when the sea-frost is gone: 2620|But she with moonbeams round her, in her eyes 2620|Tingling as blood-drops, her mouth wet 2620|With tears, still sitting there, and dreaming: 2620|In the lonely, pale, unearthly place, 2620|Where the hill-slopes quiver and the seas abase, 2620|She stays, I know not what thing she knows 2620|That I shall ever more remember, dear, 2620|Than the long-troubled soul that I forget 2620|In dream-time. 2620|So still she lies, so still she sleeps: 2620|The heart's deep, the heart's quick, the night's deep, 2620|And the eyes that are shut to the heart's ======================================== SAMPLE 44980 ======================================== 42058|With tears and prayers the old man wept; 42058|But nothing of that on earth he cared, 42058|For he was rich and loved his fortune more; 42058|Though now 'tis no such thing; but if he could 42058|He'd tell it all, and let the world take it. 42058|I 'll tell it all and you shall bear it; 42058|And if you must, you may forget it; 42058|I have no wish to hide aught that 's told; 42058|As well may Fate take it as I 'll give it. 42058|It comes with many tears 42058|And many prayers. 42058|The poet, poor broken one, 42058|Now sits a broken and sick man in his tent. 42058|The birds of the air have spread him a corner; 42058|He cannot get rest 42058|Unless his tent be silent, 42058|And he writes songs to drown 42058|The wailing of his woes upon the rafters, 42058|Which at the hour of seven, 42058|At morning and at night, 42058|Are hung with silken cloths in a wild conspiracy. 42058|He has written him songs, 42058|And one has wings and another has no wings; 42058|And then the little singer, 42058|He will have some sleep, 42058|And then shall we 42058|Speak of him kindly, and then we will forget him. 42058|He has no children, he cannot claim them; 42058|He is too weary, too lonely, too worn; 42058|With tears in his eyes for to beguile them 42058|On the way that he goes; 42058|So it may be, if we 42058|Remember him kindly, he may rise up and go with us. 42058|I 've heard it said that he shall be remembered, 42058|And they have sought his grave 42058|By the light of morn, before 42058|A dark, deep chasm there yawns, 42058|That no man ever yet 42058|Ever more surely shall pass. 42058|So it may be, but I cannot be certain; 42058|I can but say it is certain, no less, 42058|That he will be remembered 42058|By the light of morn; 42058|That no man ever yet 42058|Ever more surely shall pass. 42058|"I will walk in the garden, 42058|I will look on the lilies, 42058|I will look on the snow white roses. 42058|My father has gathered them 42058|And put them in racks on the wall, 42058|And my mother has piled them 42058|Five and twenty in a stack. 42058|"I will not go away. 42058|I have no place at home; 42058|I cannot get leave to go, 42058|I am a little child, and cannot go. 42058|I cannot go, for now 42058|I am in hospital 42058|And do not think there is anyone here 42058|To take my place in the drawing-room, 42058|Or give me a book to read: 42058|If I were older, and might speak 42058|I know there would be little joy 42058|In talking to such a patient, 42058|For I have no use for tears and laughter." 42058|I do not think that he is dead 42058|Who is now quite so much with us, 42058|Who is so near and dear to us, 42058|So much we see and hear about him. 42058|I know that in this room he lies 42058|Far from the prying eye of gossip, 42058|Who thinks that he cannot do right 42058|If he speaks once to a man of sense. 42058|If he were here I doubt if he 42058|Were not already aware, 42058|Or if he were too far gone 42058|In his own weak, weak desire, 42058|That we would not forget his pains, 42058|If we thought it not right to miss him. 42058|The old tree, all his life long 42058|Did his sweet branches shade, 42058|Nor yet fell so, while I was there, 42058|When I took my first walk abroad; 42058|The old tree ======================================== SAMPLE 44990 ======================================== A little girl and her brother sat by a well-manicured stream, 2620|And a boy came and played upon a red-breast whistle and sax-pipes; 2620|Then the boy spied the little maiden in a meadow by the road, 2620|And played with her and gave her cream as presents for his sister. 2620|The dear little maiden wove a woof of green in his bosom, 2620|He wove a net in her bosom, and drew it over her head; 2620|But she wove a net of redder kine-fross in his sister's place, 2620|And the cat in the net cried, 'Oh, sister, my sister, come home!' 2620|Then the little boy spied the little rosy mouth that had been 2620|A part of the o'ergrownament of her old heart's treasure. 2620|He wove a net that would hold her forever in bondage; 2620|But it could not hold the old man from his home, for he was born 2620|In a little house built of the brown oaks of Hesse, 2620|And the little girl's mouth was made of a golden stem, 2620|And the golden mouth, as I gaze it, is parted in a tooth 2620|Of an ancient ivory leaf that is brown, soft-curled, and clean, 2620|That lies in a little bed by the windier part of the land. 2620|The hand of the wind blows up to lie on it, and the golden stem 2620|Is pied with the spots of a hundred sunsets on a sea. 2620|'I'm glad I'm not a queen,' he smiles, 'my king is lovely and tall.' 2620|'Oh, my lady, I love you so! I swear so by my heart.' 2620|But the golden stem is a thousand-fringed child of the sea, 2620|The little child, the little king, a child who knows no bounds. 2620|There's nothing under the sun but a little woman and a little man. 2620|And a little bird sits on a little hill, and watches the sky. 2620|And he sees a star, an orange bright with perfume. 2620|And he says, 'Oh, my queen, my lady, the moon looks down.' 2620|And he leans down and kisses her mouth, and his kisses are sweet. 2620|And a small voice says, 'Oh, my king, my lovely gentleman!' 2620|And he says, 'It is the little brown hat slipping in the grass.' 2620|But the little bird has made his nest in the green o' the hill, 2620|'My dear, my lovely, my dear, my baby, take me home now!' 2620|The great red sun, 2620|Over the broad blue sea, 2620|Comes burning forth, 2620|Comes aye smiting, 2620|Till the waves grow bright, 2620|Till the tide goes out, 2620|And the sky grows dark, 2620|And I lay on my bier 2620|My two dear friends who are dead. 2620|It was dark when they were sleeping, 2620|It was dark when they went to bed. 2620|Now they are waking early 2620|To open wide the door 2620|Of the long night and the morrow. 2620|And the sun-god plunges forth 2620|In his ocean breezes, 2620|Till the blue waves he foam-curled 2620|To the shore in silver sheen. 2620|And the merry mariners 2620|Shall recall to mind 2620|The long night and the sailing, 2620|And the many dangers 2620|That were passed together. 2620|The grey seaweed grows on the keel, 2620|The grey keel goes far to the sea, 2620|It is but a plank of reef to me, 2620|Which goes over the white foam. 2620|My thoughts go far away 2620|From this shore of England, 2620|This is the place where we loved to play, 2620|Our summer haunt rowing together. 2620|My heart recalls them all, 2620|How blithely we paddled down the bay, 2620|While the wind blew loud from the mouth of the river, 2620|While the ======================================== SAMPLE 45000 ======================================== 1745|Eternall peace to Spirits of all good. 1745|Thenceforth their joyes unbinne comes unbinne 1745|And full of bliss; unbinne now their woe; 1745|For all their sorrow left them unbinne, 1745|To take delight in Heav'n and in the Sonne 1745|Which he from death shall come to bring to life. 1745|Praise thou his Power, who hath so bountiall borne 1745|The arduous Testite in the deep 1745|Deep Basis of the Earth; and now hath drencht 1745|The Seav'n Thousand Floods of Catastrophic Flood 1745|Flooding the deep Basis of the Earth 1745|With unbitsome Drouth, and let the Wilde 1745|Wilde Wilderness runne; while thou, sad Seav'n Woe, 1745|Mov'st eye-regions of the Earth mid-way 1745|With thy large Scorpio roll'd round from place to place 1745|In sad despair; yet wilt thou not deny 1745|Thy Worship, though her Head defac't hast slain? 1745|Or is thy Deed outside th' Absolon sight, 1745|Which ofte past resolv'd hast won with Death 1745|To Mercie over all the World, as I 1745|Above all Worlds to come declare: and Fate, 1745|Whom thou for tru peace wilt now enioy, shall bring 1745|His just revenge, which shall thy death fulfil, 1745|When thou in Heav'n shalt reign victorious, though now 1745|To thee accords not Victorie, but perill 1745|By which thou hast been perill'd: then thou ther-with 1745|In thine own Terfe long shalt enjoy thy Fate, 1745|And then, when thy life-pring thou shalt strain 1745|To Heav'n, shall findth there thy Paradise 1745|On Earth, the pleasant places all of these 1745|With thee shall bee, and many shall be pleased 1745|With thee as now most admir'd, and many more 1745|Desir'd, but where thou canst not, happy swain, 1745|Without thy Mate, without th' offering made 1745|To Angels Mate, the Sage Superior, 1745|Meanest then thou canst be, suffic'd with mee 1745|Me as with Mate, to offer up the Goose 1745|In honour of the Sixt; the which Offerings day, 1745|The seventhil, hee, thy Matron Husband then, 1745|To thee for ever, and thy Seed, his heauens Sield 1745|Shall there perform, with those of all the World, 1745|Equal, of all men deare. But the Suitor good 1745|And Suitor evil, thir fames and labours end; 1745|The former fained to win, the latter still 1745|Bereav'd; and this mutuall, as ae thing might 1745|Be countd, thir discord, till God at last 1745|Made war and theyrang thir Creation woke 1745|From darkness, and th' Angelic Clime abreade, 1745|And darkness fled. When God thus heard tell of all 1745|That was to happen, out of his Greife challenged 1745|To tarry with him till the dawn of light, 1745|Or till decay of these Galactic Jays 1745|Call'd twilight: this they did full shortly abreife. 1745|But God still in his. First night found they, 1745|First darkness, at which oft he hath said, 1745|O weary Space! O far too weary long 1745|In ceasless fight, with wage pending still, 1745|Between creation and end of day; 1745|Betwixt the night and day there revolving long, 1745|I bid good-night, and to my Sutor close 1745|Close his great Lamps and went his sacred Lamp, 1745|Though God hath oft with him stayed the Night to wane, 1745|Hath lighted for his peepers, that the while 1745|Sleep he was now breaking might among them both, 1745|(As oft in watch men watch against the guard, 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 45010 ======================================== 1054|Ane argh! 1054|O, no, na, 1054|I do not mind, 1054|It's naething to do wull I mind, 1054|I'll keep me gien to my aith. 1054|I think it fair 1054|He taks the land, 1054|Than ake me hame the sea. 1054|An I were dead, 1054|The pouther mair I'll do, 1054|An I were living, 1054|I wad go o' whar I wer't. 1054|I mak a borse, 1054|I mean to bide, 1054|I want to be behind the rock. 1054|But whare auld Rosy's tod be sent, 1054|That she might hae some sport wi' her? 1054|Then she wad tak her ane in hame, 1054|And mak her mak her ain boast. 1054|Loup, lad, lao a lane, 1054|To lea'! livin, lea', loup, lad, lao a lane! 1054|Lauk me a lane! livin, lea', loup, lad! 1054|He gae the King his dish, 1054|The King he gae his dish, 1054|He gae his dish at Ayr, 1054|To see the kye to Ayr. 1054|The King was in good cheery. 1054|To see the kye to Ayr: 1054|He gadgered ower the burn, 1054|The kye to Ayr. 1054|To Ayr the King gaed a pace, 1054|To see the kye to Ayr: 1054|For Ayr has payd the best, 1054|For Ayr has payd the best. 1054|There's little league between them both. 1054|To Ayr the King gaed a pace, 1054|To see the kye to Ayr; 1054|They hadna nae daur to meet, 1054|For Ayr has payd the best. 1054|At Ayr she has to fly, 1054|At Ayr she has to flee. 1054|Then Rosy and Margaret we'll let, 1054|Ayre went on her way. 1054|And tell your father the king be dead: 1054|And tell him the king be dead. 1054|Then Rosy and Margaret we'll let, 1054|Ayre went to the war. 1054|Then Rosy and Margaret we'll let, 1054|Ayre would awa'! 1054|We have a maukin by the sea 1054|That lives in the deepest sleep; 1054|Where'er she lie, if she be dead, 1054|We wad lift her to the sky. 1054|She's a child that wad wake at a blink, 1054|And give her father his bread, 1054|She's a child that wad wake at a blink, 1054|And kiss her white cheek. 1054|Now, father, forgive me; 1054|But I will, for I'm a poor lass, 1054|And I have nae better thing. 1054|To auld Robin Gray 1054|Weel, weel, my lad, what cheer? 1054|Ay, ay, let us be merry; 1054|Weel, weel, my lad, what cheer? 1054|O Willie, look after the sheep, 1054|We're a' hungry asleep. 1054|To the kirk, to the kirk, 1054|We have cheer to spare: 1054|There's nae dint o' the bar, 1054|There's nae dint o' the bar. 1054|Sae hearken my rede! 1054|Gae yourselves the ten, 1054|Ride wi' your auld, 1054|Ride wi' your auld, 1054|There's nae dint o' the bar. 1054|To the court, to the court, 1054|We have cheer to spare: 1054|There's nae dint o' the bar, 1054|There's nae dint o' the bar. 1054| ======================================== SAMPLE 45020 ======================================== 2732|And if I see that dame in the end, 2732|I'll go on and talk of that same maid, 2732|Till I'se have paid for that dear old kiss, 2732|And I wish that I were a tall man, 2732|With my nose in mine arm-chair, 2732|Like a man o' the law whose nose is 2732|Very small indeed to-day. 2732|The hogsheads the town has for sale; 2732|I'll buy a "Polly," and then I want 2732|To go and see the old dog there. 2732|I'll sit and listen the good-bye, 2732|And when the old dog's done, and turns, 2732|I'll take him in my arms and kiss 2732|And kiss and kiss and then I want 2732|To kiss him, and then kill him! 2732|There was a man in town 2732|Who was not very well, 2732|At least, not very well at all. 2732|His wife and children near died, 2732|For a dog ran into their way. 2732|"I won't run into your way, 2732|"Nor your children's way, 2732|I won't bite you, Sir, now and then. 2732|I won't bite you nor me, 2732|"If that would draw you mad, 2732|I'll not draw you mad, nor you a dog; 2732|I won't draw you a dog nor you, 2732|"But I'll bite you if I can!" 2732|"Why, Sir, I'll bite, if I can!" 2732|He would not bite him, not he; 2732|So he brought a warrant in. 2732|The warrant did at first go fitfully; 2732|But it was too late: it had not been so 2732|Ere the warrant died on the padlock. 2732|It was so long and thin 2732|That men said, with a sigh, 2732|"When they think of the padlock, what a death! 2732|"But the warrant was good, 2732|And no man died in vain 2732|In spite of the padlock the Paduel way, 2732|Sir, you shall die in mine." 2732|A fool I was! for, taking his crown 2732|He was not in the world a jolly fowl: 2732|Some said he was a trifle bold: 2732|Some said he was a fool. 2732|His nose was big (as was his mind), 2732|And I am sure he carried that nose 2732|Upon his staff. 2732|The weather was bad as he walked by, 2732|And at the next orchard's end 2732|There was a bridge of cherry-boughs, 2732|There was a bridge of poplar-tree: 2732|I saw him look in. 2732|"That bridge and that span of road 2732|"Are built to pass quickly by, 2732|And I would stay at ease if I could 2732|But I am not a horseman at all, 2732|But a plain little man without trunk, 2732|"I am not a fool, my dear friends, 2732|"But take my cane and keep me at heart; 2732|And if I think of any one, 2732|"A thing I would not like to do, 2732|"Come, fellows, and look in my face! 2732|I am a fool!" 2732|And I could not speak that I knew; 2732|But I sat quietly: I did not cry; 2732|I kept on looking at my cane. 2732|He was in such a sulk. 2732|I let my sire hold me, and I took 2732|My food, and I had no more then to do 2732|But I took him and kissed him, and went out; 2732|And he was lost to me! 2732|The morn was grey and the sun was low, 2732|The wind was high, and the birds flew low 2732|At the dawn of day. 2732|A little dog went running by, 2732|It was the morning: the hillside 2732|Was like a shining forest-cleft, 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 45030 ======================================== 1054|The steeples of Gwyn on his auld brither," &c. 1054|"I'll give my leetla for to dee, 1054|For she's gude ane, &c." 1054|"Oh, come awa, and aye we'll try 1054|To fette my brither to her weetla." 1054|"For wee, wee thing," says little Jamie, "I hae no claverty to dee." 1054|"Now we shall dee, now we shall ca' by, 1054|Now we shall dee, now we shall ca' by." 1054|"There's a lass in England loe, 1054|That's a true love to me 1054|To bide wi her for ever blest 1054|Will make me aye the sweeter to love her." 1054|"I'll hae a lass in England loe, 1054|That will live the sweeter to me, 1054|A young man my love will be, 1054|But yet he'll ca' her aye for ever." 1054|"That will live the sweeter to me, 1054|Gin ye hae a lassie sae sweet, 1054|Gin ye have a true love for me, 1054|Aye and aye in my life will be." 1054|"I'll hae a lass in England loe, 1054|That will live the sweeter to me, 1054|Gainst him, gin ye have a true love for me, 1054|He'll cast his saul to my bonny lassie." 1054|"That will live the sweeter to me, 1054|Gin ye hae a lassie sae true, 1054|Gin ye have a true love for me, 1054|He'll cast a sair frae my bonny lassie." 1054|"Come then, my heart, come thocht, 1054|And I will ca' by thee; 1054|For gowd and silver, gold and hone, - 1054|For all the treasures that are in thy keeping." 1054|"Now, come then, heart, come thocht, 1054|And I will ca' by thee; 1054|Ye hae a heart I ca' by thee, 1054|And ane's wad be twa. 1054|"And I'll give all the treasure 1054|That in me lies; 1054|And I'll have ane and twa, 1054|And I'll have ae and twa." 1054|"Prithee sit sae blythe; 1054|Prithee pray take arms, 1054|And take us to the wood; 1054|And I will slay this swineherd." 1054|"Take me to the wood, I pray, 1054|And I will gather thee; 1054|And I will have thee, and two, 1054|And I'll send thee to the king, 1054|And he will slay this swineherd." 1054|"Take me to the wood, I pray, 1054|And I will gather thee; 1054|Thy lord and king I seek, 1054|And I revenge thee for them all." 1054|"Take me to the wood, I pray, 1054|Take me and thy twain sisters 1054|And cast them in a boiling caldran." 1054|"Take me and them sisters 1054|And cast them in a boiling caldran; 1054|But there was an aik, 1054|And a red herrin'-tail, 1054|And a curlew there, 1054|Which was never seen." 1054|"My father was a swineherd. 1054|My father was a sheugh-keeper, 1054|A sheugh in Kilmarnock." 1054|My father was an ill man: 1054|My mother was a cow-keeper. 1054|A thousand mae, 1054|'Tis fifty, and mae. 1054|The cow was a laird; 1054|The red herrin-tail a cow; 1054|They came from Kilmarnock, 1054|They brought him over the fields, 1054|And the cow ======================================== SAMPLE 45040 ======================================== 18238|Him on the floor who once hewed up the oak, 18238|The wind-wrung burthen laid him 'neath the root, 18238|And there he stood, a leaf blown off the tree 18238|Of life that was his life; and in between 18238|Pursuit of glory he fell, as many do, 18238|But he fell never as these other fells 18238|Groped up and felled the dead leaves of the tree, 18238|For all their hopes and prayers and longings he lived, 18238|Living as still as dreams on earth that passes. 18238|And when, in dreams, they bide his death-bed, the leaves 18238|Shine on the earth like sun-shattered dead leaves of June, 18238|And he is dead, and not dead in the land of dreams. 18238|There is no place as shore for the last of her, 18238|And none as the last of the glory of France. 18238|There is no line on her flag as the brightest star, 18238|And none as the lineal ancestor of hers. 18238|There is no glory there like a land of dreams, 18238|No pride like a France that will not be scared, 18238|No beauty as France that will not die. 18238|He loved the sea, he loved the seas, 18238|He called her a land of wonder, 18238|And the winds that swept across the waves 18238|He loved were all his very own. 18238|"Oh, the world," he said, "from midst to height; 18238|Oh, the world"--he paused--"from height to height, 18238|For there is no place as sea-side shore, 18238|Nor country more fair and free." 18238|But, ah, the world was not his own; 18238|"Oh, the sun, Oh, the sun," was his cry, 18238|"For the sun that climbs the sea-wind 18238|Is all my own, all mine, freedom!" 18238|Oh, the world is full of wonder, 18238|And full of songs and fairy fire; 18238|Oh, the world is full of gladness, 18238|And a mighty sea in freedom; 18238|And a sea of hope for thee, France, 18238|That shall not die, for freedom's sake. 18238|There is a place as sea-side shore, 18238|There is a land as sea-side home, 18238|Wherever hope and longing go, 18238|Wherever hearts are love and glad. 18238|It is all in thee, God of love, 18238|It is all in you, Marie, my dear, 18238|The world shall never close, God of us all, 18238|It is all in you that shall survive! 18238|There is a place as sea-side shore, 18238|There is a land as sea-side home, 18238|Wherever hope and longing go, 18238|Wherever hearts are love and glad. 18238|There is a land as black as hell, 18238|There is a land as blue as flame, 18238|There is a land as far as hell, 18238|Where Death is king and Life is flight. 18238|In it, all men must die, God of us all, 18238|As e'er o'er the sea with death we rowed; 18238|On it we must all meet the last day, 18238|In it our heads and hearts be crushed. 18238|As the sea-waves lap in it, O Lord, 18238|As the wings of flying sea-gulls pass, 18238|As the sea, in that dead shore, is speech, 18238|So must our heads and hearts be lapped; 18238|All are weary on the world's wide beach. 18238|As the waves rush in it, O Lord, 18238|As the sea, in that dead land, shall cry, 18238|As our souls in that land must die; 18238|So, while the waves and all things clamour, 18238|All our hearts must be as men's, dear Lord! 18238|When the last light hath vanished 18238|Of the last full moon's ray, 18238|And the last sun hath vanished 18238|Of the last star-shine, ======================================== SAMPLE 45050 ======================================== 18500|I heard the turtle-doves coo; 18500|I saw the robin in the bush; 18500|I heard the winter lintie fret 18500|And think the day is sped. 18500|The autumn air was sweet and free, 18500|The summer-dew was bright and fair, 18500|But death was near, and well I knowed 18500|How short my time was. 18500|My task was light, my task was light, 18500|My little work, lassie; 18500|My bairnhood, was it not fair? 18500|And bright thy hair, laddie? 18500|I scarce can tell, it was a sight! 18500|For dark the locks o' Dian! 18500|I thought, my feet were gone, 18500|And fast they flew 18500|O come come let us daff the maid, &c. 18500|The lassie bade me come, I thought, 18500|I knew her well, I knew her well, 18500|That night was fond and true: 18500|My task was light, my task was light, 18500|My bairnhood, was it not light? 18500|Her face was wild, her hair was wyling, 18500|Her breast was bare and bare; 18500|Had we been strangers ne'er spilt 18500|An infant's fate. 18500|At midnight was there seen a ghost? 18500|At night she went astray, 18500|My task was light, my task was light, 18500|O come let us daff the maid, &c. 18500|In the gloom of the moonless night I lay, 18500|The night was cold and dark and deep, 18500|And my master came not when I prayed, 18500|Nor she dreamed that she was slain. 18500|I called on the dead, and they heard me speak, 18500|But the dead never came to life; 18500|They were as stones, by the silent dead left, 18500|That heard the tempest on the bill; 18500|And the stones were as hard as the granite rocks 18500|That terrify the sea. 18500|O could ye hear me, ye men of the war, 18500|Howl far through the gloom, and come to my side, 18500|And my lover's sword would bereave me of blood, 18500|Ye'd welcome a breast as cold! 18500|But could ye see, and could ye plead, and coax, 18500|And plead--and plead--and begged in vain, 18500|And still desire, and still desire, 18500|To see the living stain removed, 18500|And seek the dead who were in my stead, 18500|Ye'd die--ye'd die! &c. 18500|It is the hour of a deathless knell, 18500|And the wan stars watch by Love's dread grot: 18500|The light has a haggard look, 18500|Its cheek is pale, its hair is brown. 18500|And softly as falling snow 18500|It whispers, thro' each orb, 18500|'Love, how shouldst thou thus bemoan 18500|Thy lonely hours?' 18500|Love, how shouldst thou thus bemoan 18500|Thy lonely hours? Love, how shouldst thou thus bemoan 18500|Thy sad, thy smiling hours? 18500|And mourn that Death lays soft that springing pearl aside? 18500|O never, never more 18500|Shall I see, nor woo thee, 18500|The heart that is like thine, 18500|The hand that is like mine! 18500|Oh! where will they be to take and soothe my Love to-day? 18500|When to-morrow morn she be there, 18500|And there my Love may stay 18500|With thine owrelit, owrelit, owrelit: 18500|And with thy robb'd brooch 18500|For ornamented, every day, 18500|Thy gowne of roses, dear, 18500|And thy hUldrick hUldrick hae, 18500|Ae night let it be weel, 18500|And I will come to thee 18500|For roses and for ======================================== SAMPLE 45060 ======================================== 29345|To say, "No. You are the best. How can I 29345|Let you do your thing and leave you standing there, 29345|Munching a fruit? I am the only one 29345|Who can stand here with a grape that's in your hand, 29345|And know you are not welcome anywhere; 29345|Then maybe you know how I am to you: 29345|And that's okay. The man in the dark is there. 29345|Who knew him so? And I am as good as you! 29345|Who knew the man in the dark would be so good?" 29345|"Well, what do you know, Jack. When you said you knew 29345|The man in the dark, what did you mean?" "I know 29345|He was a good-lookin' little lad, maybe, 29345|Good form and all--and he's gone." 29345|"No one knows the lad. Only one thing 29345|Will be sure, it's all true. If it wasn't true 29345|He's lived off the boys since he went away." 29345|"But he's gone! He's died of hunger and cold!" 29345|"And you can trust him, if you choose. No one knows 29345|When hunger and cold come. What makes you think 29345|He won't put it out again, when he's dead? 29345|Of course, he can't; nobody can, and it'll kill him. 29345|What's that? Who let him come in here? What do you 29345|Th'ow he says?" 29345|"The man with the little grape, 29345|It's funny, Jack; but it's true. There's one thing 29345|That's sure: he's out there, somewhere, I'll be back. 29345|Then you can sleep easy in the cellar there." 29345|"He'll let me go, Jack; I know I can't! He'll-- 29345|He'll let me go!" 29345|"He's out there, Jack, and you must be brave, 29345|And I'll be back to try him on that grape. 29345|Now, there's one thing: I see he was a liar, 29345|And, if he ain't lying, that he didn't know 29345|When I come back he'll be so hungry and cold, 29345|And leave his boys to starve by night and day. 29345|How can I turn out to be the man in the dark, 29345|And leave my boys alone? I'll be sorry for him." 29345|Then what to do? 29345|"If I can't change, or if he does change, 29345|I'll be the liar--the poor fool--for evermore. 29345|If I lie in my cellar there to-night, 29345|I'll sleep well if I sleep there through the night." 29345|"And if he claims your wife will change to go with you, 29345|And you'll leave him to starve? Will that ever be?" 29345|"That will never be. You, Jack, will see it never." 29345|It was only a little girl on a tree, 29345|And she was singing softly--in her way; 29345|And the little girl on the tree was free 29345|From the love and the fear and the strife of men. 29345|And she sang, and the music went away 29345|With the song of her love and the song of her birth; 29345|And that beauty of song, as it took wing 29345|In the moonlight, she sang to her song of love. 29345|How far away! And the moon was a-wait,-- 29345|The moon is a-thrilling when the moon is there, 29345|And the song of her song goes from her lips to her heart 29345|In the heart of the night. 29345|The song of her words goes from her into mine 29345|In the moonlight when she sings! 29345|It's an old-time song 29345|Of the song we sing in the spring, 29345|When the stars are shining, 29345|And there's a star in the sky. 29345|And it's the tune we sing, 29345|When we hear the birdlings 29345|At our feet in the meadow ======================================== SAMPLE 45070 ======================================== 1279|My heart goes out to thee, my Jeanie, and mine, 1279|I'll say my say, and when I've told thee o'er; 1279|O take a wife, and thou shalt ne'er see me sad. 1279|Wad some gude luck to me, 1279|When I'm to be wed; 1279|Some gude luck to me, 1279|When I'm to be wed. 1279|To wed wad be mair fine, 1279|Mysel' wad be fine, 1279|Fygage, or other wight; 1279|I micht not lo'e the knicht, 1279|For he gaes me the snaw, 1279|Sae I'm e'n fley'd o' gud names! 1279|Why so gurs me the snaw? 1279|Sae I'm e'n fley'd o' gud names! 1279|The dea a wafer's blate, 1279|The dea a birdie's blate, 1279|The dea a blythe blate, 1279|The dea a bonie bairn, 1279|The dea a bubbly boge, 1279|Hoo nane can handle him! 1279|He is a braw bein bauld man! 1279|He's nae for a' the fray; 1279|Weel's he kens a' mysel', 1279|Gin he be at my door. 1279|There's nane to frighten him, 1279|There's nane to fret him, 1279|He a craw-shank barberry 1279|Hoo siccan weel be done. 1279|He's a gude, gude man, 1279|We'll aye welcome him; 1279|We'll aye welcome him, 1279|A gude wife for a'. 1279|Wha 'll be nae my dearie, 1279|Wha 'll be nae my dearie, 1279|When she 's grown wi' a', 1279|And I foryewed wi' her? 1279|Gin she has a' grow'd, 1279|And I foryewed wi' her? 1279|He 'll be the man for her, 1279|To aye be her dearie; 1279|He 's nae my dearie, 1279|And I foryewed her. 1279|When the carlins sang, 1279|And the carlins sung, 1279|I canna blame the Morn, 1279|I sing it when the larkes sang, 1279|When the carlins sung, 1279|And the carlins sung. 1279|While gowd and honour lives, 1279|In the glen below, 1279|And lads and lasses please 1279|To walk with hinds across the char, 1279|While gowd and honour lives, 1279|In the glen below. 1279|I was a young and trusty stoure, 1279|I was trusted and loved and mair; 1279|As you will now discover may, 1279|I was trusty and loved of mair. 1279|But now I must to other parts, 1279|Where I lie broken, poor, and blue; 1279|Where there is nothing but drink and grub, 1279|And nothing but pain I bear, 1279|I 'll sit in aneath, and I 'll die, 1279|And I 'll die in aneath. 1279|"You 'll give me all my health, 1279|"I never will be blythe; 1279|You 'll give me seven or eight, 1279|I 'll stay with you an' be gay; 1279|But never give me anither 1279|All my gowd and honour!" 1279|Then up and spake a wight 1279|He was called the warl' angel:-- 1279|"Awa ye come awa'?-- 1279|"Ye 'll never make a man 1279|"O' wit and guile at will-- 1279|"If you should seek them here, 1279|"Ye ' shall ======================================== SAMPLE 45080 ======================================== 3698|As the earth's heart beats out with each pulse: 3698|For I have seen thee, howsoe'er befool'd, 3698|And, as they pass, a smile from thee appears, 3698|But, in me, what thoughts intrude? Oh, woe 3698|That they should! What thoughts, though? If thou and I 3698|Had never met, I might have love in vain; 3698|But then the sun, no whit less, had set not yet 3698|On half the joys of life, had we not met. 3698|The sun that set so soon, and bid the world, 3698|Too soon, abide, is not the sun again. 3698|'Tis not the sun, though firm, unshaken, strong, 3698|That wakens us; 'tis the past, which hath a spell 3698|Which never more enlightens with returning light. 3698|But the cold past, which was so true and strong 3698|As events, which we must part from for life's sake, 3698|Is ever mute; and we may never scan 3698|The truth, until an hour be wasted. Be 3698|That hour! The present hour the past doth give 3698|To us. If we be fruitful, true, sincere, 3698|As never was, we shall not know of aught 3698|Till we are past to know not, or that we 3698|Be false to God. The night is past and gone 3698|Ere thou hast seen, by that dull past forgetful, 3698|How full of light is woman, and how sweet 3698|The present hour. It lies along the left 3698|Of yonder tree; the light is from above, 3698|And in the shadows of that shadow sweet 3698|Each hour is a summer's day. And if in it 3698|The day's dear hours are cast, and not the less 3698|Thy soul, in their light and silence, shines 3698|With equal ardour, and in one short hour 3698|The world's broad womb our very life hath filled 3698|And formed us. And if this scene, which seems 3698|So dark and solemn to me, be full 3698|Of good and glorious, then behold to what 3698|Infinite happiness 'tis given 3698|By our own happiness, and that we owe 3698|So wholly to ourselves; the truth, how vast! 3698|We're given a share in life, a small and self-sown 3698|Reed of its harvest; and of its fruits 3698|An ever-varying complexion seems, 3698|From this, the whole of life's material seems 3698|To be received; its sweet, its harsh, its nigh, 3698|Its distant, as the heaven is comprehended 3698|By Earth's weakest atoms. Thus we see 3698|A nature, howsoe'er subdued, yet high 3698|And grand, and humbly pleasing, in one joy, 3698|The object of all beauty. And we see, 3698|In so short a time, what is impossible, 3698|And, like a mountain's height, with height it heighteneth, 3698|As more and more is stretched a straight line; 3698|That where thou standest, where ever yet thou art, 3698|Man's life grows greater, and his glory greater, 3698|As his unbridled, and unguided, as life 3698|Unchilled, if man's life only so wild seemeth. 3698|But, what thou sayest, so high and noble 3698|Above the power of earth, and heaven, and hell, 3698|And all the narrow world below, it seems 3698|A right, a boon of God, that it should be, 3698|That thus I hear thee, and I praise thee so, 3698|That thou, O poet, dost outdo the great, 3698|And all thy brethren that aspire to be, 3698|Mak'st our earth happy, and our heaven more fair, 3698|And, while I praise thee, all the world above 3698|Fulfils his eternal state, a day more bright 3698|From man, that now has passed, as I behold. 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 45090 ======================================== 615|Of all the world that he shall hold; and that, 615|If they who held the land were slain, he there 615|Would be their king; but all in the dark air 615|He to the world would leave the body, woe 615|To him: but of the true and virtuous breed, 615|-- The good men of the Church -- he only bore, 615|Nor less would to such as are in vice and fear 615|Of Hell, this burden than to all the world; 615|That other kings would say, "To him is borne 615|This weight which is too light!" and others deem 615|He had in hell with other souls been found. 615|In the same night as the good man was torn 615|Away, the same messenger brought, while he 615|Sought on his journey, his good sword, with which 615|His good God could ever see with delight. 615|With what a happy mail he now arrived, 615|To be with him, as far as either road, 615|To help him with his armour; and the maid, 615|More swiftly than the messenger had thought, 615|He took from him; but her good lord himself 615|Sought not, for he did not see her face. 615|They go; and from the river the young Prince 615|Descends into a valley, where they view 615|A town, in a green valley near the place; 615|And see where a low hill; whence, in their view, 615|The valleys in the rear of the town were spread. 615|A hundred steps or more, with thither falls 615|A cloud from the south-west; on the left 615|Iridium's high wall lies hid, and on the 615|West, long, walled town; and now and there. 615|But they can see, and have in their view no more, 615|Except in the midst, where of a plain 615|The river winds around; and that the plain 615|Rounds to the valley which of late they strove 615|For many a league among the hills, and here, 615|As thence they came, they saw a land appear, 615|Whereof a tale is here recorded plain, 615|Ineffably, and long-lived by poets told. 615|This is the city that by love and death 615|Was by a river forced to flow; for death 615|And the red blood of love made it that way. 615|This has been from its foundations cast 615|By many a river since; and by those 615|Who in their bosoms live a thousand years. 615|I do not, for my tale in vain has been 615|Recovered, tell thee more of that, or 615|Wherefore this is kept in store. The fair 615|Came in; and her the noble Prince is hight. 615|Of that the ancient, that one of younger blood, 615|One who by him died at a younger year, 615|Or who by him was born and made a boy. 615|When they above all mountains of which wax 615|Their slopes, had seen the other valleys' shade, 615|I deem we shall be here; at least, so 't will. 615|And I of their return and course to seek, 615|If any here may him the same address, 615|That with the palace is, a thousand paces 615|Thither, to take them to, he shall not miss. 615|For it is here, and at this door I say, 615|He does not leave us, that, when he is here, 615|Within this city he may go or flee, 615|Where to our journey may be made assays 615|Of light and horse, upon that emprize, 615|With which that city is adorned below. 615|The noble Prince will wait with patience here, 615|As he to his fair wife his mind has pointed; 615|With which she was not yet his mother blest 615|When he to her with child was born and went. 615|As well might he have waited, if he 615|Had ever on other road been steered, 615|As on the way, that the rich place was won; 615|For if the lady had not delayed, 615|She might have perished in the river's stream. 615|That he did not delay, as he was bent 615|To learn if it was he, and here was he, 615|So that no one could him have ======================================== SAMPLE 45100 ======================================== 27221|And, if a verse more sweet should ever grace 27221|The lips of Poets, they may learn to pay 27221|The debt with songs more lovely to be known, 27221|Than notes of flute or harps of any art. 27221|"The happy pair, whose loves the hero paid, 27221|(The heroes of the world) a tender wooing, 27221|The while, with smiles that feigned alarm serene, 27221|He urged with all the art that he contrived, 27221|Till, by his magic's pow'r, they both were won, 27221|To live the life they would not else live. 27221|"O thou who know'st the way, the only way, 27221|By which the heart of Poetry can move, 27221|To whom the lore of Nature gives its use, 27221|In soft and artless rhymes, and easy style; 27221|Ye other few, who of these gifted men, 27221|Remote and unregarded, have no name, 27221|Whom Fame has made the envy of the earth, 27221|To whom uncrown'd with his celestial band, 27221|Her sovereign Muse has shared the second throne; 27221|Shall we, in these sad days, shall we, rejoice, 27221|That such sweet harmony should charm the throng, 27221|Which Nature has destined to be our last, 27221|Because she willed it so? or does she know 27221|What words are best for such a sacred matter? 27221|"But if the Muse, with all her subtle art, 27221|Can call up thought from the silent depths of mind-- 27221|Can claim from chance and change her favoured flowers, 27221|And yet them with resplendent purple stain; 27221|If in the soft and artless strains we range, 27221|Which she alone can paint; if even she 27221|The secret pangs of Poetry can teach, 27221|Ah, then, that sacred work shall shine on her, 27221|And she a queen beheld! perhaps in time, 27221|When she shall fade, a subject for a lay!" 27221|So sung, in chorus, to the sounding wires, 27221|The while the crowd, in wild enthusiastic chorus, 27221|Had sung this song for ever since the world began. 27221|The air was hung with honey-laden air, 27221|Which seemed to hail to earth the coming of Spring: 27221|Nature was to be all Spring's belovéd queen: 27221|Her white-emblazonéd veil, enwound with blue, 27221|Like light's white bow 'fore Yama's lightning flew, 27221|And, opening, hung with orient joyous weight 27221|The precious blessings of the Spring's appoint'd day! 27221|A thousand colours flashed on every side, 27221|And every zodiack was filled with gems: 27221|Each bird that flew in haste to view the spring, 27221|Convey'd a charming quality of speech; 27221|And little notes, with joyous fervour fraught, 27221|Flew tumbling through the air to hear the song. 27221|So on they came: the zephyrs rose in haste, 27221|Breathing the fervent breath of Spring! each bird 27221|Flew fluttering to receive the greeting of 27221|His kind beloved, the oriole. 27221|A hundred thousand colours! ah, what new sight 27221|May life reveal, in this primaeval clime! 27221|What splendours! still what shadows o'er the face 27221|Of Nature's self, like violets, play! 27221|But Spring's self no light o'er the desert vista, 27221|No wealth of gems! but, what the richest hues; 27221|No soft green spreading o'er its virgin lap; 27221|No rich red glistening thro' the vallies warm, 27221|But a blue pallor upon a naked plain, 27221|Cover'd with sad vernal hues: a gloomy sky, 27221|Blackened by far infrared; a dense white, 27221|Moisten'd by the sunset, movelessly settling down, 27221|Which hangs o'er all with an aspect stern and austere! 27221 ======================================== SAMPLE 45110 ======================================== 1279|To take good he'r the kirk, 1279|For, O, sirs, I lo'e that auld Scotsman, 1279|That has been wi' her. 1279|There was a L--d, gude to him--the L--d gaed awa, 1279|An' a' the fesh'irit, I'll gie him the licht o' Heaven-- 1279|I've seen him at the rashes, 1279|The rashes o' Heaven, an' a' the licht o' Heaven-- 1279|He wore a' the licht o' Heaven, 1279|And a' the guilt, by heavens-- 1279|The rashes o' Heaven, an' a' the rill o' Heaven, 1279|On me it's gane, 1279|Auld Souse, she's gane awa, she's awa! 1279|She's gane, she's gane, she's gane, 1279|She's gane, she's gane, she's gane! 1279|Bedeck'd wi' dew, an' clad in nylock's silken dawties: 1279|Ye little think how lovely she is to see, 1279|As in the gloamin', when the lark's tune is near, 1279|That he, a' that's young, an' a' that's young may love! 1279|She's bade me meet her hame, an' saftly I may rove, 1279|An' blithefu' spring, an' a' that's blithe, an' a' that's blithe; 1279|Wae worth the drap or care o' siller, 1279|Wae worth the care o' windes, 1279|Wae worth the wimple, wae worth the wame o' fow, 1279|Nae hope but for the gowd! 1279|An e'e I'll ask her, if I chance to rove again, 1279|I'll say--"Ha, ha!" and I'll gang her like an rabbit, 1279|An' sairly will I! 1279|An' by the bed-cave when the wee bit croodlin' hour's fu', 1279|I'll lay me down, and slumb'ring lie the sleep o' ilka mither, 1279|And then I'll kame my een, and gang me doun by the mossy hazel; 1279|An' by the moss o' the mossy hazel, 1279|An' by the lily bed, 1279|I'll rap a kiss to my laddie, 1279|For he is far awa. 1279|The rowin shall hop to the kirk, 1279|The kirk to the hill, 1279|The hill to the broomy fen, 1279|The broomy fen to the sea: 1279|And lang may the brier wave up to the sky, 1279|And lang may the plaid wave up to the sky 1279|To the sweet naig, and rave! 1279|As the sun shin'd o'er the sea, 1279|As the sun shin'd o'er the sea, 1279|She sings to the wee lintwhite's 1279|Nights of delight. 1279|Cauld blew the blast frae the linn, 1279|Cold blew the blast frae the linn, 1279|There dwelt an honest burgher, 1279|That mind'd his trade on the plains; 1279|And aye the poor person loved him, 1279|The poor person loved him. 1279|He served the lord of the manor 1279|In the church, &c. 1279|Wi' honest manly heart, 1279|There dwelt another burgher, 1279|That mind'd his trade on the cairts, 1279|There dwelt an honest farmer, 1279|That loved his waif the lochs, 1279|The fox is cunning, 1279|There dwelt another brewer 1279|Wi' his wily wag, &c. 1279|This gentlewoman loved him well, 1279|This gentlewoman loved him well, 1279|An' ay she would gang him 1279|Wi' a' her bonie ======================================== SAMPLE 45120 ======================================== 3028|The whole a foreign court; 3028|No doubt of honour's ear 3028|For any state; 3028|No doubt of wealth or birth 3028|The true end of men; 3028|The meanest wight of all 3028|To the best lord. 3028|No more of the good, that lies 3028|In dungeons dank and dark, 3028|And no more of the great, 3028|That came from the East and West 3028|In different lands; 3028|Nor any man of worth 3028|That for love or crime was born 3028|In Babylon, or town, 3028|Or castle high. 3028|For now no more the king's face 3028|Stares through the throng. 3028|No more we hear the word, 3028|"To-morrow he's damned!" 3028|No more the cry, 3028|"Lord, help!" from that dark cell, 3028|And now no more a name, 3028|But silent, and forlorn, 3028|The dark-haired maids behold 3028|By day, the pale one by; 3028|The word of their heart's desire 3028|A word for nought. 3028|I know not who the house is 3028|Where this fair dream is: 3028|All that I know it is, 3028|The light's sweet charm 3028|That makes the dark one shine, 3028|The light of life; 3028|The one thing I do know, 3028|The light's sweet change: 3028|And now she's gone away ... 3028|The sight of the white maid's face, 3028|And the light of the moon, 3028|The sweetest sight that e'er beheld 3028|My lonely days.... 3028|The light of hope, 3028|The moonlight's glory; 3028|And now the night shall be 3028|The hour of death; 3028|When she'll wake for one brief smile, 3028|And come not back.... 3028|I know where the palace stands, 3028|With many a vaulted hall, 3028|A great hall of wonder, 3028|And of enchantment, 3028|'Mid the towers o'erthrown, 3028|By the mighty feet; 3028|Where the lord of many lands 3028|Lay in his pride; 3028|Where he saw the star-strewn rooms 3028|Of death and of hell; 3028|Where he felt his power's unrest 3028|And his power's strength; 3028|Where his hands hold all kingdoms yet 3028|And the last of kings; 3028|Where his voice, as a voice sweet, 3028|Rang for a space; 3028|Where his heart, in the depths of its might, 3028|Laughed with delight, 3028|While the fount of the universe rolled, 3028|As the universe flows: 3028|Here was the lord of the earth, 3028|And the world below, 3028|Here the great sea that was his soul; 3028|And the sun in his eye; 3028|And the world at his word, 3028|And Heaven at his word, 3028|And the stars on his promise; 3028|And this: "I am his; 3028|To me, to me, his, 3028|His whole soul, his whole soul so sweet, 3028|Is one with mine!" 3028|Ah! then 'tis thus, O world, 3028|While the light grows weak, 3028|You go joyous through the gloom, and sing, 3028|The light of your song. 3028|And what is your song? 3028|Its notes, I know not, 3028|Its notes, I oft have heard 3028|From the lips of kings and queens, 3028|And great and small, 3028|And where the lovely maidens dwell, 3028|With what wild hearts it filled, 3028|And what wild eyes it lured: 3028|O'er the sea of thought I went, 3028|And saw it blossom, 3028|When the first wild birds came up, 3028|And what their words and glances said 3028|To many children there ======================================== SAMPLE 45130 ======================================== 24216|And with a sigh, and nod, and murmur, 24216|And whisper, 'Sweet peace is sweetest.' 24216|We have lived a year together; 24216|Ah! what were life without thee? 24216|We have stood so near to Time's 24216|That his shadow looked to us, 24216|And his feet had trod the floor 24216|Where our feet slept in peace. 24216|We have parted in the strife, 24216|But your gentle hands are 24216|The links that bind us now. 24216|We have loved each other long. 24216|And this heart has lived with thee. 24216|Now, when Time comes to sever 24216|The long links from the early, 24216|When I take thy hand in mine, 24216|And, with the morning-air, 24216|Rise the old song of a summer day, 24216|And breathe the old kiss, 24216|How happy in this new world of pain, 24216|When life to me was music in the old! 24216|For thee, thy face has gone before, 24216|And no one else can see 24216|My empty heart that now is here! 24216|And, while the morning-air is sweet, 24216|In the old way I sing, 24216|I, the singer, can recall 24216|The old hours of love; 24216|And think of thee, dear summer night, 24216|How white thy boughs have grown! 24216|How brown thy flowers have grown, 24216|Like roses, in my heart! 24216|When we had met once, 24216|In the midst of the street, 24216|Where we'd long walked side by side, 24216|And in my dream we talked, 24216|And when we parted 24216|All that I remember 24216|Stood like a rainbow's height, 24216|And in my dream I heard your voice, 24216|My love, my lover; 24216|How glad I was, 24216|So young and glad, 24216|To say to you, 24216|'My heart is thine, my Love, 24216|My life is thine; 24216|Come to the world about me, 24216|I come to thee, 24216|As a little child who kneels, 24216|With a smile, 24216|To take a gift, 24216|And to kiss it, 24216|Where thou hast been, my Love, 24216|With a smile, 24216|To say to you, 24216|'I love thee, my Love, 24216|I love thee well; 24216|And if I ever did wrong, 24216|To do well 'tis, 24216|I feel that I know 'tis wrong 24216|To love thee, my Love, with a smile! 24216|Oh, how beautiful is the summer sun, 24216|The hills, the meadows, the wild deer's flight; 24216|And, though it is but summer weather, 24216|The birds of the air flutter, cry, and sing. 24216|Oh, the heart that's proud, with its longings rife, 24216|And the will's restless burning, should be blest 24216|With one long, blissful, beautiful summer night; 24216|For the world is full of beautiful things, 24216|And all that's bright in life should be bright too, 24216|When the dews of sleep, falling, faint and low, 24216|Fall o'er the eyes that dream with the weary brain. 24216|The leaves are falling, the wood-winds are sighing, 24216|And soon, without a cloud, the sky shall be fair; 24216|Oh, how beautiful is a summer night, 24216|When sweet sleep comes, and sweet sleep goes away. 24216|There was a time, when the world was new, 24216|When I loved you in a dim, sweet way, 24216|And now I love you like wine alone, 24216|With a love, like a fire, in the look 24216|And the way you held my hand, and when 24216|I feel the breath of the heart in my cheek! 24216|Oh, love is a fire that burns, it is wild, 24216|Where ======================================== SAMPLE 45140 ======================================== 27221|Then, when his hand had taken the blade, 27221|With a shrill voice, the Bard began: 27221|“The art, thou say'st, that makes the blade 27221|“To cleave the foam and hide the sea! 27221|“That gives the gliding sail its wings. 27221|“And why is ’tis such devices 27221|“For thee, the foolish Bard, to boast? 27221|“Or why the sea so eager craves 27221|“The glad fore-shadow and the sail? 27221|“Know'st thou, thou fool, the reason why 27221|“The sea-beasts keep their fast? Well, then, 27221|Why, this, I vow (I laugh), be clear: 27221|“The sea-snake, ’gainst his sun-burnt doom, 27221|Is ever wont his fire to feed; 27221|And I have proved it many times, 27221|And many a boon I oft have won 27221|By that devious way, whose secret power 27221|Can drive the swain away from dreading ill; 27221|And can prevent the gale, and many a day 27221|Pursue the oar, nor care the dry margin how. 27221|In his own bower the Oread sleeps, 27221|With all his fragrant violets; 27221|The nymphs of Phoebus love to stray 27221|Near his bright and leafy screen; 27221|While Oreads breathe the soft repast 27221|In the balmy breeze of morn. 27221|From their green and leafy caves 27221|The Blossoms rustling round him spring, 27221|And the dews drop sweet perfumes 27221|From their silken balconies; 27221|But pale and wan was the once bewitching Maid, 27221|And pale and wan was the once bewitching Maid. 27221|But, with the dawn, he wakes--and lo, 27221|She is transformed into a flower; 27221|And O, what wild delights are hers 27221|To dalliance with the enchanted Fay! 27221|To dalliance with the enchanted Fay! 27221|How blest in fairy-world were such a pair, 27221|To love as well as beget 27221|A pair of blossoming youths! 27221|But blest they more in happy hours 27221|A blissful pair, of sweet intents! 27221|To love as well as beget 27221|Two delicate and delicate girls! 27221|But blest they more by happy hours 27221|When on her ear the plaintive Lark sings: 27221|But blest they more by happy hours 27221|If some bright vision should arise 27221|Should this fair face the mind inspire, 27221|And soften all my dark despair! 27221|“Come hither, fair Aurora bright, 27221|And from thy starry canopy 27221|Detain this dreaming Maid with thee 27221|Alone upon our trembling earth.” 27221|From the thick leaves the Sabine maid 27221|Drew away the beauteous Maid: 27221|On her cheek the hues of morn 27221|Seem to breathe, and smile, and shine; 27221|Though, at times, the bloom would fain disclose 27221|The heart-thwilling tale of pain and shame. 27221|Oft would she murmur soft, while thus 27221|“I love thee? yea, and am thy slave.” 27221|She would have named me th' amorous Boy, 27221|The blushing Babe who would entreat 27221|To be the humble lover's claim, 27221|And worship the celestial eye. 27221|Then would the Night so dark appear, 27221|That I might hear the night-hawk's warning cry, 27221|And tremble in the shades of sleep. 27221|With me is none contented, none, 27221|Save when our wandering fingers lay 27221|The sport of smiles, while love went round. 27221|To lose thee, Love! I would not give 27221|To long, nor hot, nor easy love; 27221|Or, when thy form I first behold ======================================== SAMPLE 45150 ======================================== A little while, and then,-- 35667|I do not know. 35667|I would not tell you why I cannot tell 35667|With words to you who read them--but, 35667|How well,--we two may see! 35667|So, let them pass,--there is the end:--see 35667|How well we have gone together! 35667|Why, there goes my pipe--the dust lies near, 35667|But not so near to where I smoke 35667|As that one hand that now must hold the oar, 35667|Or that one heavy arm, or that head bent 35667|To kneel at you. Now it seems as though 35667|There were just one human pair! 35667|If you wish a better tale, 35667|Take a child in a car or boat: 35667|A carpenter, or a sailor--or a soldier: 35667|Take the little child on the oar 35667|Or let it run and play, 35667|And not in the dust. 35667|I had an old book lying near, 35667|That held a picture:--there my book was set; 35667|And I had dreamed of your face, 35667|And your voice, and in my dreams 35667|I had met your face--and then that awful night-- 35667|I lay with my face set 35667|Against that one empty shelf 35667|And had turned from it, fearing 35667|The horror of the place. 35667|And at the last it came again: 35667|I looked with open eyes, 35667|And saw your face--and so, 35667|Abe Smith, I thought, 35667|We read together where you lay--or read-- 35667|And died, or I--or you--or both!--and you. 35667|When Death speaks, 35667|My heart still keeps you dear 35667|In its old little room-- 35667|But why should I go now there? 35667|When I must die, 35667|I have to go apart: 35667|I have to fly, on wings 35667|To my old old little wing-- 35667|I'll always keep you here-- 35667|But can you come to me there? 35667|You are so dear to me 35667|It can't be right 35667|To let you pass away. 35667|When I am dead 35667|I will come back, 35667|And you must be 35667|In my heart's arms still. 35667|O the dead 35667|Are never dead: 35667|It's how my mother lived, 35667|The little Mary Mary.... 35667|She never knew 35667|That life could be 35667|So sweet as it could be! 35667|O Mary, 35667|I'll stand 35667|Yonder, 35667|On the stairs, 35667|So you'll know 35667|The secret of 35667|That little one. 35667|It's a tall gray tree, 35667|And the branches are gray and old-- 35667|I could stand in the Spring 35667|And dream of my mother's tree. 35667|The wind from out the east 35667|Goes blowing through the trees 35667|Like kisses on the glass; 35667|As we watch the trees, 35667|Dreaming, with faces a-puzzled, 35667|What will she make of you, 35667|How long she'll think of you! 35667|I have a sister in the east, 35667|And she has come to see me 35667|Now I am back from the east 35667|Where my sister has come from-- 35667|Oh, I'll make her a gown 35667|And a wedding veil-- 35667|That's how old she will be 35667|When I make her a gown. 35667|O Mary, I shall make 35667|Another doll for you 35667|And hang it in the hall 35667|In front of the parlor: 35667|A little white church, 35667|A porch that is tall, 35667|And a door on the east 35667|And a step in the wall 35667|And a door on the south-- 35667|Oh, how long I make her ======================================== SAMPLE 45160 ======================================== 3255|"For the old man sat there looking at me; 3255|And I tried to smile, but it came out, 3255|'Do you hear that? . . . I am going to die!' 3255|And out I started, sobbing, till I 3255|Won hold of a hand." 3255|"And as I sat there sobbing, he 3255|Frowned, and said, 'I had no right, 3255|Do you hear that?' 3255|'I had no right,' I said again, 3255|'Do you hear that?' 3255|"'You had no right to take my son 3255|'Like that?' He said, with contempt, 3255|Then he turned and vanished, and the tale 3255|We told to the old man. 3255|'My lad,' he said, 'the old man, 3255|I did but play a game that day 3255|You should have seen him then. 3255|'He went and raised his hand to strike 3255|And let it fall and let it break; 3255|For all you had to do was see, 3255|And you should have been satisfied.' 3255|O, what to me is this man, 3255|Such a little old man, 3255|Shaving his nose. I wonder why 3255|He shaves it off so late, 3255|And why, when all is said, 3255|So few hair-cuts he does take, 3255|And why he shaves it down so late, 3255|And, oh, his mouth seems so small, 3255|Shaving his nose, I wonder why, 3255|And why he shaves it off so late; 3255|I am but a little old man, 3255|Shaving his nose. 3255|"Ah, well, all is changed," he said; 3255|"I might have been persuaded a moment more 3255|To stand as I did before - 3255|But, no, no, that's not it: this change 3255|Doesn't change the reason why. 3255|"I might have been less angry with her - 3255|I might have wished her still 3255|Some other way, and not so fast, 3255|For, no, that would not alter, 3255|Nor make less bitter my pain; 3255|But that will not do--I must - 3255|I must shave his nose, he must, I must, I must - 3255|My little old man. 3255|"So he shaves it. He stands up--I wonder, 3255|Why he needs to shave; 3255|For no one could be more tired." 3255|My dear, when I heard his story, 3255|I said, "I know 3255|(As many have said), 3255|How life's sun is set, and all the flowers 3255|Have withered within the shade 3255|Wherein they were. 3255|But I believe that when our friend, 3255|The old man in the field, 3255|Saw what is now a barren field 3255|Spread wide with grass for flowers, 3255|It seemed as if he might have more, 3255|As he might wish. 3255|For no one would have seen our friend 3255|Turning, one whit 3255|So tenderly down on us 3255|As he saw us turn from him 3255|A frowning frown, as if we feared 3255|To see 3255|Our dear one's face, 3255|Laid on the breast that still shall rest him, 3255|In his own sleep. 3255|The flower-beds are still, forlorn, 3255|And far away; 3255|But through the silence of our friend's sleep 3255|Blossoms our neighbour's name. 3255|The old, old friends may meet no more 3255|At fair or street; 3255|But those that greet him at his rest, 3255|Their greetings and their good-byes 3255|Shall be the greeting and the cheerings 3255|Of those to-day. 3255|Yet wherefore do we leave him, we that fond, 3255|Forever fonder of his face than ever? 3255|O, ======================================== SAMPLE 45170 ======================================== 4272|That there were none to give thee grief and woe, 4272|When thy long pilgrimage did here depart, 4272|And thy young life to darkness had been o'er, 4272|And thy home to that dim region had been o'er, 4272|Then lay we all in woe. 4272|Yet one dear smile was all our parting knew - 4272|Ah, when did such a spirit soothe thine ear? 4272|Yet in this night of woe thy heart is free, 4272|And woe we all! 4272|When shall I meet thee, fond departed one? 4272|When shall we stand a-tremble on the tree 4272|So lately green, and say, "This was a joy"? 4272|When shall we lift our eyes, and see, beyond 4272|The light of the sun, the night of desolation? 4272|When shall the morn of all our love renew, 4272|And wake the notes of all our music mute, 4272|That still in spirit still shall haunt thy mind, 4272|And make thy sorrow one of life's sweet thrall? 4272|"When shall we see the day of happy years 4272|Faded ages after ages long?" 4272|"When shall our fathers pass away from earth, 4272|And leave thee a forgotten void?" 4272|'Tis not of pleasure that doth this mournful mood: 4272|'Tis not to have them "gone," but "fondly remembered." 4272|'Tis not in pity, 'tis not in vain to seek 4272|Those that we think of here to have our greetings. 4272|It is for those with whom we were of yore, 4272|But separated in the olden season, 4272|That we see them not, and know they are no more. 4272|"When shall we see the morning dawn, 4272|And join the choiring stars above and below?" 4272|'Tis not till the dark is past, and we 4272|Have seen the bright heavens shine and be divine, 4272|And gathered on the Day that's to be, 4272|And the Last Judgment come, with hour by hour: 4272|Oh, but to think of what may yet remain, 4272|Before we pass and lose our days and hours - 4272|How one, like us, may yet be with us, 4272|And share in their glad memories to make, 4272|In the pale twilight, the lost minutes' rhyme. 4272|'Tis not for us "lost years," nor "time passed away," 4272|But for our fathers' stars 'twixt this world's cradle 4272|And the grave ray's echo: while they shine 4272|O'er the white tomb as light, or like our God 4272|We make this cry: "Not immortal, but Lost!" 4272|And when we turn with weary glance, 4272|And think of this, we see how brief 4272|Our time's far-distant, 4272|And how our life is blotted o'er, 4272|And how we leave it all behind: 4272|How brief our days, how many woes, 4272|How soon the joys we lose too soon; 4272|How quick the feet we walk may fly, 4272|How quick might the long way matter, 4272|Yet all in vain we may endure; 4272|Yet all in vain we may endure. 4272|But what of the past? What then? 4272|This life is but a fleeting dream, 4272|And life like this is all in vain, 4272|And vainly we are hurried on. 4272|What of the present? Let us seek 4272|Some few brief days, and those to fly, 4272|The joys that we shall not enjoy: 4272|Yet in our youth's most youthful bliss 4272|Our little portion shall be one 4272|Of life's most youthful bliss. 4272|Then let us pray: for while we stay 4272|The hour is not yet lost, 4272|Nor shall it be as one we stay 4272|Who hast a lasting holiday. 4272|But in the hour of death, let this 4272|Feeble hope fly reeling 4272|In vain to break that last ======================================== SAMPLE 45180 ======================================== 37365|To the far end of time, 37365|And with the old soul's strife 37365|Come back once more to earth. 37365|So the years roll on, 37365|And the soul's bright future 37365|Shines with hope and truth. 37365|But ever, like the star, 37365|It rises from the sea, 37365|And, after its own manner, 37365|Its own bright future shines. 37365|It will not bring a golden day 37365|Whom I would ever hold dear, 37365|Nor the day's calm will not bring the night 37365|Which, with its clouds, always grow 37365|Like a faded flower to faint with age 37365|And vanish in the light; 37365|Nor the moon's silver hand 37365|The windy, snowy mountain will not banish. 37365|But the days of hope and sorrow, 37365|Whose sad sun and dark, 37365|Like their own day, all summer long are burning. 37365|When the bright day breaks on night, 37365|And the wind is in the leaf, 37365|And the cloud is full of fire, 37365|It is always winter now--I say. 37365|Where, oh, where are the years for me? 37365|When, oh when will those bright years appear? 37365|Oh, what joys are in store? 37365|What glad, glad days are mine, 37365|Which I hope for full release? 37365|What joys will follow joy? And how, and how? 37365|While the world goes onward still 37365|Without its darkling clouds,-- 37365|While still the mighty storms roll on 37365|With their great rage afore, 37365|And the great winds, through the forests, 37365|Storm the sails all night; 37365|When, like a silent comet, 37365|The sun, rising, brightens the land, 37365|And the blue water, with eager eager strides, 37365|Goes down to the sea; 37365|And the winds are wild-breathing, 37365|And the waters, sweet with many a foam, 37365|Flow far to the shore. 37365|When all is sunny, when all is bright, 37365|And the joys of life are mine; 37365|And the love of a loving heart, 37365|And the friendship of friends, 37365|And the faith and trust that we know are true, my wife, 37365|And the joyous things we are to each other promised, 37365|To each other, dear, 37365|And the joy of a life which, even now, appears 37365|To be living its day. 37365|When, in summer, we walk together, 37365|And our lives are in tune; 37365|When to each other's eyes, in tune, I raise 37365|My reverent lips and bless. 37365|And the music of the universe, as it flies, 37365|From the sweet heart of each leaves the earth; 37365|And the trees and the flowers, in tune with each other, 37365|Chanting the morning song. 37365|If the earth be weary of the sun's returning, 37365|And of music and light, 37365|If the voice of youth seems weary of a man's kiss; 37365|And the soul of love that knows no rest; 37365|If the soul of the world be so, 37365|As to say, if I may not be mine own,-- 37365|If the love that in all things I have loved 37365|Be not my slave; 37365|If we are both of us contented with the same, 37365|And be ever glad-- 37365|If the universe were not full of the same; 37365|Or the soul of man may seem to thee, 37365|While a stranger unto man, 37365|I cannot choose but think it is the case 37365|That I am here to-day with the sun to see, 37365|And its kindred beauty greet me and enshrine, 37365|As a being worthy, of the same; 37365|Or the sun may seem to thee, while it glitters 37365|For a being worthy, of a different 37365|Subject, that is worthy: that for him is I ======================================== SAMPLE 45190 ======================================== May never I see your hair 1365|Like this again; 1365|Nor the soft kisses of your mouth, 1365|Or the lids of your eyes, 1365|Where I live again, 1365|Under your soul. 1365|Ah! the dead are always dreams of me, 1365|And always here. 1365|Yet a long, dead woman never was, 1365|And neither may be. 1365|I have seen her face, and her eyes, 1365|And the smile of her lips, 1365|And I know it was a holy smile 1365|Of some old lost love. 1365|And I know the song her laughter made; 1365|And the voice that sang, 1365|And the eyes whereon my life-long love 1365|Kept its rhythm true. 1365|And no farther shall I search, nor try 1365|To find the soul behind 1365|Those fair, that pale, that deep-felt eyes; 1365|To know the secret hid 1365|I have known as a boy, long ago, 1365|In the old days of Greece. 1365|I have been to the far-off fields, 1365|Where the dead wheat weeps, 1365|And the dead flowers whisper, and the dead leaves 1365|Shake in the wind, 1365|The dead leaves tell of lives since then, 1365|Fashioned in dust, 1365|Love-songs of the old time. 1365|I have known love, and grief, and joy, 1365|And death of days and nights, 1365|But never any death as sad as this 1365|Could make me mad, 1365|For I am lonely, alas! 1365|Even when I am with you. 1365|How the old time folk 1365|Would sit in those old times! 1365|Would dance and sing, and leap, and run, 1365|Like the new-born birds 1365|That came with the new-sprung years 1365|Into the new-wakened earth. 1365|And dance and sing in sweet surprise 1365|At the strange old world! 1365|How the old men smile and drink 1365|To see their old-fashioned wine 1365|In the clear, cool cup of grape! 1365|And shout and bow and wave 1365|In the old-fashioned way 1365|At the strange old ways of men! 1365|And still the old-fashioned women 1365|Are as fair and fine 1365|As the old-fashioned women, 1365|And the old time folk 1365|They used to sit in those old times. 1365|(Written in the MS. of the Latin MS. in the British Museum.) 1365|I know a fount of tears, 1365|I know a place of weeping 1365|Praying with a soul, 1365|Where the dead souls of men, 1365|Pitiless, impure, 1365|For the soul of man! 1365|In that lonely place, 1365|In the dark lonely place, 1365|Where the dead men lie, 1365|Where the dead bodies lie, 1365|Where the dead souls sleep, 1365|God alone is there! 1365|Piteously I bowed my head, 1365|And with many a prayer 1365|I poured forth over them 1365|A great sorrow pour, 1365|While in the lonely place, 1365|In the dark lonely place, 1365|With my soul I poured it forth, 1365|Gratefully on them 1365|A great sorrow pour; 1365|Piteously I poured it forth 1365|O'er the dead men's desolate beds, 1365|And the dead souls' desolate beds, 1365|For the soul of man I pour it forth 1365|Piteously I pour it 1365|Over their impure and hateful beds, 1365|And their beds of sorrow; 1365|Piteously I pour it, 1365|Piteously pour it 1365|Out of my own deep sorrow, 1365|With a great and heavy sigh 1365|Piteously I pour it 1365|Over their dead bodies, 1365|Piteously I pour it 1365|Out of my soul ======================================== SAMPLE 45200 ======================================== 1040|When the old one was born to-night. 1040|To think of that. 1040|And if I ever think of it 1040|As long as this one's out of sight, 1040|While he goes with his ghost to pray, 1040|A few of the long blue eyes 1040|That watched him, and a few 1040|Of the old ones who played with him, 1040|Will keep them always awake. 1040|There's nothing now to hinder them 1040|From coming when they're wittiest: 1040|Only the old one is so old. 1040|One can't talk with him without cracking his head, 1040|And the old ones cannot sing him without 1040|Tearing their hair. 1040|"Who's the fool that's laughing at this young man?" 1040|"I want to put some cheese in this young man's pudding." 1040|"I want to kiss this young man's mother." 1040|"I want to give this young man some ham." 1040|"I want to say that I never loved him." 1040|"I want to sing a song to this young man that's dead." 1040|"I want to kill this young man in a way that he 1040|feels 1040|At once that he is better for it, 1040|And a thing." 1040|The world is so full of the old things that people say, 1040|That no life will endure without them. 1040|They are such foolish things that people say, 1040|That the living will not be good without them. 1040|But you must be for them all at once, and I, 1040|I shall want for them. 1040|If they were not there now what would I do? 1040|They are so old and old, 1040|And I am so young, and there's nothing I can do. 1040|I like the old life, and I have lived it long, 1040|And I think it has many advantages. 1040|But I have a young one to deal with, I dare say, 1040|And a young one to drink to, and then hear again 1040|After he makes his home so safe and snug. 1040|There's nothing I can do 1040|After a while. 1040|As I was saying, I thought of a young man to kiss. 1040|O, the world has much to bear; and I don't love it any more. 1040|I shall want for it, 1040|And never cease to regret it. 1040|I shall say that too often 1040|After a while I was so frightened, and I found 1040|Nothing to do. 1040|And, though I shall not care for it much now, 1040|I had much of a dream 1040|I'll never wake again. 1040|I shall see him once again. 1040|And still I shall be for the old before he goes, 1040|And I shall say to him that that was all that he wanted. 1040|They are too old for me to go after the old of any more. 1040|And I will wish that they were as young 1040|As those who are going to meet him some day. 1040|But I have the old life to make them sure that they are not, 1040|And I think my son will be happy without them still. 1040|What will be the end of her? 1040|I think I shall say. 1040|It won't be too different from those of you and me; 1040|But she is there now, and she knows not what she is. 1040|And that's enough for another day. 1040|Why did she not say something in the night 1040|When I had the dream to say farewell? 1040|She will have time for nothing now, and I, 1040|Having given her all I had, 1040|Will be as he was, except I must die. 1040|That I could do the same, and yet not die? 1040|There is no one to do it but myself; 1040|Let me have time with the old life now. 1040|I gave her the old life, which was fine to her; 1040|I do not want it any more. 1040|That I was always good to her -- but she? ======================================== SAMPLE 45210 ======================================== 1279|When I meet my fiercest foe--it's sure to be 1279|When I meet my fiercest foe--it's sure to be. 1279|But I won’t despair--though defeat are mine, 1279|It's like as if there were a sudden frost, 1279|And that I shor't without my needles then 1279|And that I shor't without my needles then. 1279|Oh, that my soles were as warm as they 1279|Oh, that my soles were as warm as they. 1279|Then at night-time, when I'm ablaze, 1279|With the light of a thousand suns, 1279|I'll hop in my dusky cot to 1279|Bend o'er both thy beds and thine, 1279|A short bed to spare and a long 1279|One for my mistress-- 1279|Thy head-in-west, my bonie Jean, 1279|I'll lay it up, and try wi'al, 1279|And try wi'al. 1279|Then at night-time, as Heaven will, 1279|My hounds and I will search the field 1279|For that lost tail, and all the night 1279|To chase it far and wide; 1279|And night and day, through every neuk, 1279|To chase it far and wide, 1279|Till, hark! it moans in thy covert, Jean, 1279|Of late lost, lost, lost. 1279|Then in haste I haste, I haste, I haste, 1279|To seek my bonie Jean; 1279|I'll seek her, till I cease to wish her, Jean 1279|"Oh, that I durst deny her," 1279|The song-bird said as he sat in the nest 1279|All day by his mate to nest, 1279|And was ever so happy and blithe 1279|That he did never sing, 1279|To make his nest among the poplar leaves, 1279|His song upon the lint white, 1279|The birk-tree branches tangled close, 1279|Was ever so happy and blithe, 1279|As he lay in his self-chosen self-chosen bed, 1279|And sicken'd never more.-- 1279|The song-bird, on his wintry nestling, 1279|In deep anguish was laid; 1279|And there, till death's dark twilight came, 1279|He murmur'd a solemn ditty; 1279|As one who, on the brink of life's dark stream, 1279|Upon an empty nest is thrown, 1279|In anguish, for the lost and far away; 1279|Then he lies down in his current, 1279|Sleepless and panting for his songs.-- 1279|Sleepless and tired, I fain would rest, 1279|For now my flight is o'er, 1279|And, look! my wing is weary'd too; 1279|I cannot stir. 1279|To the end of life, my misery, die, 1279|To misery! the thought of you-- 1279|Weep or smile, no matter where; 1279|Each emotion shall be shed 1279|Where there's a tomb. 1279|Ah! that I could now the power regain, 1279|No more to feel a wanton's touch; 1279|To feel the tenderness of age, 1279|And to despise contempt. 1279|And that I might regain my courage, 1279|Where nought could give a pause or dread 1279|As the ocean's torrent roared, 1279|Or the tempest's fury past, 1279|When a mind unawed to its despair; 1279|'Twould be noble folly--proud folly-- 1279|Proud folly, my dear, 1279|To feel remorse, and pay my debt 1279|To Nature's impenitent sire. 1279|But, oh! that grief, that anguish, should 1279|Torture me, and make me feel 1279|Thy coldness' stern destructive power, 1279|Which I could ne'er forget; 1279|And, ah! if Heaven should mock with mockers, 1279|How could I pardon them! 1279|I ======================================== SAMPLE 45220 ======================================== 1471|The dead 1471|Are all 1471|Are all to me 1471|A dream. 1471|Lines fragment in collection of "Poems." To be signed by the author only 1471|in the office of the 1471|Milton_ Library" and other periodicals, and "Manuscripts, 1471|In these pages I have made a lucky guess, made at last, 1471|As to the state of things, the state of things must be mine, 1471|In the state of books. 1471|I see her not yet; I see her not yet--so I guess, 1471|With myself, with Nature, in my fancied way; 1471|I know, I know her not, with myself. 1471|For here with her I never will meet her more, 1471|The poet's poet that I am, must stay with me. 1471|I will not see her face: I shall be lonely, sure, 1471|For this very song that I compose is vain; 1471|That this very song shall be the wane of life, 1471|When all my books shall fold their leaves like dreams, 1471|And the world be dead at last--and never more: 1471|So now I will not see her face. 1471|The Poet's Friend 1471|For as my friends may die, my soul may live, 1471|A Poet's friend whose feet shall never die 1471|In the wild days when God was man and man 1471|And the earth to all the beasts of His kind bare, 1471|Yet--he can die! 1471|He knows what death is, the last, the noblest death 1471|The soul of all men shall ever know; 1471|He knows his soul will end in night, with dust, 1471|And death upon the earth: his breathings be 1471|The paeans of his soul that breathes despair 1471|A glory to the light. 1471|He knows--he but believes! All things have place, 1471|And all things are for living and for dead; 1471|Dead things may love and live and die with him, 1471|And life and death. 1471|For there is nothing, nothing nothing be in all 1471|The worlds where my heart may have a part, 1471|Or have my life: the poets, whose great thoughts fill 1471|Every age: this must be life in all its worth; 1471|And they are poets--they must die. 1471|He will be great indeed, his soul shall not faint, 1471|But lift the heart he loves; and, all his days, 1471|Shall it be ever loud at his great praise, 1471|And praise long stilled! 1471|When death the poet's name hath never heard, 1471|His feet will never touch the road he went; 1471|He will be lonely, yet live on, and call, 1471|And call with sighs, O Nature, and call again 1471|Longer, and yet again -- 1471|But they shall not die. 1471|God's Book, which life is in, hath laid the seal 1471|On every page, and time takes its last flight; 1471|And all the world is in His hand for me, 1471|And all the ways of men. 1471|I am that which he shall make anew to-day-- 1471|I shall be witness that I am a King-- 1471|His chosen! 1471|A King's friend, he says, 1471|I am that which I shall make anew to-day 1471|Through the great war of death, to-morrow--no! 1471|His hand shall be strong 1471|To take the dead as he shall take the living; 1471|To make a living heaven's immortal bloom, 1471|And earth my fair-walled garden; to make 1471|One nation with the rest, 1471|One Church among the many Churches of the earth. 1471|I alone, I sole eternal 1471|Son of God, I sole God-born one, 1471|The mighty voice of many thousands of thousands of thousands. 1471|And the cry, O World! O World! There is one, but none 1471|Can tell us one, not one. ======================================== SAMPLE 45230 ======================================== 615|And of his people to avenge and slay. 615|"To bear away the warrior that he held 615|Of Charlemagne, who had by him been made, 615|With him I took my way, and to the knight 615|I urged me: 'O thou of goodly blood, 615|And of great stature! for as king to thee, 615|And his to none but thee, so far is woe 615|This enterprise, this enterprise of mine, 615|To bear away the cavalier who wrought 615|So many evils for his sake, as never man 615|Before has, nor will, or may, in future age. 615|"Thou shalt not suffer him to live, though wronged, 615|If I withal and every one beside 615|Will do thee service in the strife to-day; 615|For thou, who now art king, art sovereign here. 615|I of the realm of France, though lord, am king, 615|And, save thou help me yet to put the knave, 615|No better service can I from thee ask, 615|And little, save this victory, will I owe. 615|"Thou art a warrior; I am a cavalier, 615|And, lord, for him a life I would not give; 615|The goodly warrior thou shalt well afford 615|The worth I should not be content to tell. 615|No wonder that I should be troubled so, 615|If in such service I in part were sued. 615|But, as thy glory, if I have thee wrong, 615|Dost thou no greater folly display than this, 615|To hope what is not -- that my true cause be won? 615|"If this be thus thy pride and hope in me; 615|If yet, of this our evil to be proved, 615|In life so glorious as in valour's lore, 615|This be the cause, in doing this or that, 615|I shall the greater glory, and thine none. 615|But if to me the good it may be known, 615|That thou didst thy revenge before the swain 615|Such service bestow such honor, I my liege 615|Perceivest, and be it not unmeet 615|That thou as well to me the credit yield, 615|Or the more glory, for my good or ill; 615|Nor that -- to make good thy recompence -- to thee 615|The swain the goodly horse shalt give again." 615|Afar from hence the king, who heard his words, 615|Returned to take his seat; and there remained 615|The cavalier, who had not made repute 615|With his discourse, upon his journey gone, 615|Nor had the royal champion found whereon 615|He bade farewell; and he, it might be said, 615|That while he mourned, he sorrowed as he lies, 615|Was wending on the sea to France beyond, 615|When a wild beast suddenly turned his back, 615|Where, past the reach of harbor, the good ship lay. 615|Who, at the sight of the good ship left his crew, 615|And so his bark against the wave was cast, 615|He scarce could hope to save himself with cheer, 615|Nor save one, alone, from that fierce wild beast. 615|Who could be deemed a worthy man of name 615|In aught else than a sea-faring band to woo? 615|Yet some such was here, at least upon shore, 615|As such a man in such a glorious cause. 615|Him, with a loud and sudden shock, the land 615|Surprised, and finding he was there alone, 615|Unable to descend upon the land, 615|He to the bark his steed did chase with blows. 615|Forthwith the warrior turns, and with no mind 615|To fly, he to the ship, where he espied 615|With what so fierce a fury the wild boar 615|His prey would chase; and for a time in doubt, 615|Turns back, nor seeks to quit that evil place. 615|But all to save the boatman finds too late; 615|Who leaves him not, in his unperceived ill, 615|Yet, if he should for long time remain 615|Behind, his master, in a moment, sees 615|Aught but his master, on that shore in tears. 615|Of this, in ======================================== SAMPLE 45240 ======================================== 24856|You'd say to them: 24856|"You can't tell! 24856|You must be blind! 24856|You'll never see in bed at night. 24856|But you'll not be dead, either." 24856|But you don't? 24856|Well then, you won't? 24856|So you won't be in school a while? 24856|You're the kind that I'd always love. 24856|You want to be reading books, 24856|But you never can tell; 24856|You always think the things 24856|That you are thinking now. 24856|You're always reading things, 24856|And you always say 24856|If you could see them exactly, 24856|You'd find, that all 24856|The rest of us are not here. 24856|You want to be a poetess, 24856|But you can't write poetry like me; 24856|You want to write a little book, 24856|Some day! 24856|Then I'll say this and more, 24856|And--if you'll 24856|Take me to sleep with you each night-- 24856|I'll tell you I know a good way, 24856|All you have to do is to say "whirr," 24856|And they will come! 24856|I'll tell you something 24856|That's very hard to do; 24856|I always hear a cry 24856|When my bed-chimney rings, 24856|And my pillow falls 24856|On my head and is broken. 24856|No one's called but you, 24856|O dear! 24856|All night long 24856|I was awake, 24856|And I heard you on the stair. 24856|I've had lots of trouble, 24856|But no one's called me 24856|All night long, 24856|My pillow falling on my head. 24856|That's not very good fortune. 24856|I am sure my bed 24856|Isn't very good fortune, 24856|I'm sure the pillows 24856|Are not very good fortune. 24856|I'd rather play 24856|At the halloel or the stickle's-stick, 24856|Or I'd rather be meek and humble, 24856|Or I'd rather play at the quoit-poit. 24856|That's not very good fortune. 24856|I'm sure the pillows 24856|Are not very good fortune, 24856|I'm sure the bed 24856|Isn't very good fortune. 24856|When you're at home, 24856|And you'd like to go away; 24856|When you're away 24856|From the world, 24856|You have all your need of rest; 24856|You have sleep, you have food, 24856|You have rest, you have no need, 24856|You have all your need of food. 24856|You are resting from your labors, 24856|You have eaten well of food-- 24856|You have eaten and gotten all you wanted, 24856|You have food, you have rest. 24856|I'm glad that you are away, 24856|Why the fever in your hair? 24856|You can go to sleep and sleep, 24856|Or you can have rest and rest; 24856|But I'm glad that you're away, 24856|For the world has no end in view, 24856|And I'm glad that you're away, 24856|For, alas! 24856|Your day's done. 24856|But you've said something that the rest 24856|Of us thought was good. 24856|But you never said "Yes" 24856|To us, 24856|Or the rest of us who'd hoped the same. 24856|You have always said "No"; 24856|And your head was swimming 24856|With a vision 24856|Of all your hopes and dreams 24856|That were yours and yours forever. 24856|We'd like to take you home at the last, 24856|But we know it won't be long 24856|Until we meet disaster; 24856|And the night before you die, 24856|We'll try and find you. 24856|But it won't hold out the night ======================================== SAMPLE 45250 ======================================== 4272|So oft in youth's mild hour! 4272|'Tis all in vain: the voice that speaks not yet 4272|Hath won a heart; 4272|Love, thy full flame in all my fires 4272|Burns, and they know their Lord! 4272|He knows, and, from that hour, 4272|The world hath turned, and made 4272|O'er me the world's scorn and hate, 4272|Though 'tis not mine to dare: 4272|To-day the Lord forgives, 4272|With that great smile of his whose love 4272|Arose from misery; 4272|But when I meet thy face, 4272|And feel 'tis not thy place 4272|To give the life I know I must 4272|In some far, far domain 4272|Of sorrow, joy and tears, 4272|And be with those who love me here 4272|To-night! Dear, dear are my sins, 4272|But not the sin most dear - 4272|A life that ever loves you best, 4272|Not mine that loves you best. 4272|My spirit in its utmost strength 4272|Cannot bear thy life: we meet 4272|And there the moment pass like words, 4272|And then, like summer sun, 4272|Through heaven's blue depths you break the spell, 4272|And meet me in the mead. 4272|O God! that when we meet at last, 4272|We two with love's embrace 4272|Might hold thee in each other's arms, 4272|And kiss thy hands divine; 4272|That on the last dark hour, ere we part, 4272|We two might face the hours that fly, 4272|And pray that heaven in that moment's space 4272|May teach us how to meet. 4272|O, happy hour! But let us think 4272|The best and worst of life, and keep 4272|A faithful watch before the door: 4272|O, hour that gives us strength to stand 4272|Before our God! if by no hour 4272|Can we be called his. 4272|O, glorious task of life, to seek 4272|Where all the hearts of God are turned, 4272|And find and keep both true, 4272|That though from every side to go, 4272|Our own may find us lone, 4272|We may be weak--how weak e'en we 4272|Our hearts can reach: 4272|Our God may bend a brow above, 4272|And through your secret heart be read 4272|Where all the hearts of God are bent, 4272|And he may rest. 4272|If thou canst tell in words why this is, 4272|And tell in deeds how men have lived 4272|'Mongst whom the name shall be thine, 4272|If thou canst say by how thou didst die, 4272|O, well that thou hast lived. 4272|O, happy hour! but still let us know 4272|That the dark hours of life may be 4272|The finest of all things round, and keep 4272|Their brightness but for us. 4272|Oh, may our God, who keeps our hearts 4272|For ever bright to look on, 4272|Our feet may look on his, when we awake, 4272|That in our strength he waits, 4272|And never wake to look from above, 4272|And never wake to weep; 4272|Our God may smile and take us up 4272|To him, and still our thoughts can find 4272|A deeper, purer night. 4272|'Tis said, that when the Saviour's love 4272|Was writ in man's life, the work 4272|Of our heavenly grace that day was brought. 4272|That now the Saviour's work is wrought, 4272|As always must be found. 4272|We learn this, from the things we see 4272|In life's calm noon of hope, while yet 4272|Our shadows, still to men confined 4272|By night and day are round us. 4272|The calm as with the sun's decline 4272|And the clear light of angels' eyes 4272|In the dark night is seen. 4272 ======================================== SAMPLE 45260 ======================================== 615|That to a hundred thousand were she given 615|By many to her care or to her care 615|Of his own choice; she would her maidens make 615|In order with his love abide; her will 615|To this she must of right receive. As thou 615|Wert of late in favour with the peer, 615|I cannot now refuse thy prayer, and say 615|Withal thy lady's love is the sole store 615|That I within my vault can store, which yet 615|Is piled with other treasures such as lie 615|In store, while others have more store grown low. 615|"The maid is far away, that evermore 615|The monarch loves and evermore his guest: 615|-- A sister of a scepter far and wide, 615|And chief of all the Franks, whose beauty bright 615|And high descent is as supremely wan, 615|As that of Charlemagne, by whom alone 615|Is every goodly thing and praiseworthy, 615|Her, if she yet appear, is not to me: 615|But in the castle that the princess keep, 615|That of the daughter she may be possest, 615|I cannot now withhold the holy book; 615|Because that honour I so justly claim; 615|And for that I, with all my might, repine, 615|That I to make thee one of my consorts fled. 615|"A virgin is not so discreet and shy, 615|As is a maiden with a face of shame: 615|Nor is a holy book more sacred than this, 615|Which, to the king who it shall read, I dread. 615|And, I believe, no vow or vowse more strong, 615|To me than mother, than God of Heaven is; 615|For, sooth, I would not that such a bond were broken. 615|"If this thy wish be to possess the dame, 615|Or to persuade to let her hence remain 615|In her castle, while she has such favour done, 615|That thou mayst go without the dame forever, 615|My life is as thy death is, and shall be. 615|No more, if thou wouldst hold the dame, demand her, 615|But ask of me, her sister, that allow her. 615|"But if to lose her thou wouldst not forego, 615|Then love her not; but make thy mind to her, 615|That I may love her, if by her I may. 615|What, though 'tis long to love her? I will tell 615|Myself what shall I do; and by the word 615|Which thou hast in my favour, by my will: 615|But if this should not be, I in thy breast 615|Will be undone by thee: for that will so 615|The oath, or will thy sister's will be done, 615|That thou wilt never love her, while I live; 615|"And if she gives thee leave to love her, swear, 615|As many times thou shalt, as many times 615|As thou shalt wish and will; and in thy need 615|I'ld prove and prove thyself thyself above 615|Henceforth that lady will be dear to thee. 615|Then be thou still a warrior, be content 615|With this good knight, nor ask my sister's grace; 615|For never by such ways was any freed, 615|Till he who took her in his arms was drowned." 615|"Alas!" Roland cried, "so much I fear me! 615|Alas! so much I fear me! my wrath 615|Shall be my ruin, if I live to swear: 615|And to my sister now I give command 615|To go, where I may meet the sister there. 615|In the first place, the damsel, to return 615|Where she is, I shall not lack a guide: 615|I see the damsel is a count or knight -- 615|Or was; for never yet was lord or knight 615|Brought by such pity to be wedded to. 615|"Let her be not without her goodman then: 615|But if of wedlock, then let him wed 615|The lady, or let her abide alone; 615|Nor yet to me, nor yet to all those are 615|Who have their hearts in that affair withstood; 615|But such as have with prayer or lawful pledge, 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 45270 ======================================== Away! Away! 2334|And the dead men go on with their dead 2334|From the house of their Lord to the dust-heap 2334|Of the shore of the pit--away! 2334|Out of the East and upon a sudden out of sight, 2334|Over the billowy plain of Sutlej, 2334|Came a light as from the flame-flushed zenith, 2334|A sudden, fierce flashing, swift eclipse: 2334|And a thousand was the clamour--all the isle 2334|Was as a giant's flaming domain 2334|But, 'Mid the smoke and tattered ruin there 2334|Were the echoes of Mulk, the Mulkank tribunate. 2334|In the heart of a lonely house she came, 2334|A girl in the grip of a ghastly wrinkle, 2334|Her eyes were dark, her mouth white as the cumme 2334|From the boilers of the sun-burnt tamarinda. 2334|Sole daughter of that mighty house, old Ram, 2334|Her heart throbbed full, her hands were full of sway, 2334|But, as ever, to a sleeper she said: 2334|"I will teach you a spell," she said, and her eyes 2334|Shone white with the ecstasy of a spell. 2334|In the street there came a man with a whip, 2334|And a red-haired maiden with a rueful smock: 2334|"Mulk, Mulkank tribunate! Mulkank! Mulkank!" 2334|They struck and they kropt, and the land was rent 2334|By the cry of the flesh and the cry of the bone-- 2334|By the cry of the flesh and the cry of the bone! 2334|One glance at the sky, and a wind arose-- 2334|A cry from the blue and a cry from the plain,-- 2334|Like the cry of the gods in Paradise,-- 2334|"Come back, back! Mulk, Mulkank! Mulkank!" 2334|And the world yawned wide, to a clamour shrill,-- 2334|The sea swelled like a little child at play, 2334|And a thousand yells of "Mulk, Mulkank!" 2334|(And there came no sound save the rattle of the whip 2334|Of the muttering waggon and the rattle of the dust) 2334|But there was a spell over the land, and the air 2334|Was as strange as the music in the sky: 2334|And the dust of the world was white on its face 2334|With a white, white veil of dust and clamour and dust. 2334|The sun behind the clouds like a great horn 2334|Blazed over Sutlej, the red sun of hate: 2334|And with lash of lasht men went down with the mules 2334|And the horses of "the Cause" in the dust lay dead. 2334|And the sound of the mules on the Road of Raja 2334|Swirled to the wind on the sky of Sutlej 2334|And smote the dust to the ground in the sea of dust. 2334|And the voice of Sutlej cried:--"Mundaya be won! 2334|Mulk, Mulkank!" when the dust had come down from the whip 2334|As the rain was falling in Sutlej for the night. 2334|And the eyes of "Mulkkara" were teary and fast 2334|As he rode over Rajouri with Gunga Dass 2334|And his son Daksha, the brave and the fleet:-- 2334|"We have captured the camp and the town, sirs; 2334|'Tis morn in the land of Gunga Dass. 2334|We are the last big men that are left in Rajouri"-- 2334|But Daksha spake in an angry tone:-- 2334|"Stay, my father, stay with the Mulkkara. 2334|We cannot run away any more. 2334|There is fire in the sky when the sun goes down." 2334|And the waggon and the dust lay still in the road of Raja. 2334|And in the darkness and the rain and the thunder 2334|The camp and the town were ======================================== SAMPLE 45280 ======================================== 5185|Then did the great Kullerwoinen 5185|Puff out his smoke, 5185|Smoke as forth issueth smoke 5185|From some old crone, 5185|From the crone of old I slumber, 5185|From the old Crone of Gongs of Magic, 5185|Tiny crone of far-off Laugera; 5185|From the mountain tops he hies him 5185|To the house of Vulcan, ships him 5185|To his grand-daughter's court-room. 5185|First the old woman spake as follows: 5185|"Whither, evil wizard, whither, 5185|Sailing the Sampo away, 5185|Sailing the wonder of the Northland 5185|O'er the rolling hills and vales? 5185|Shall we thus repay her kindness 5185|With our lives? -- shall we thus repay her 5185|With unfriendly words and scornful gestures?" 5185|This is Lemminkainen's answer: 5185|"O my mother Earth, most gracious, 5185|Most hospitable is your judgment, 5185|You can take me to your ocean-lakes, 5185|To the deeps of crystal waters, 5185|Where the wondrous silver sea-foam 5185|Stretches its white arms above me!" 5185|Then again Earth spake unto him: 5185|"I will send you health and plenty, 5185|Grant you Moon-beams whenever you visit, 5185|That your tribe may prosper side by side, 5185|May their cattle feed the Einar-flowers, 5185|May their young men find their gravesside, 5185|When their mother-flowers are over, 5185|When your marriage-morn is opening." 5185|Kullerwoinen gives this answer: 5185|"I must go then, my aged mother, 5185|To the dwelling of the Moon-flower, 5185|To its topmost tree-top dwelling; 5185|I must do this for thy daughter, 5185|For the Moon-child, Lemminkainen, 5185|That from hence my days may prosper, 5185|May my tribe increase and prosper." 5185|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5185|"Not a vessel, son beloved, 5185|Not a snow-craft fleet can ferry, 5185|To the deep, blue depths of Pohya; 5185|Go to other regions seek me, 5185|Other regions, ill-fated hero, 5185|Where the cold, fierce north-winds roar me, 5185|And the sharp-tongued ice-collecting, 5185|Whose huge eddying whirlpools reel me, 5185|Where the ravenous pines release me, 5185|To the regions of the Eifel." 5185|This is Kullerwoinen's answer: 5185|"I shall not go to other regions, 5185|To the regions of the Eifel; 5185|There the pine-trees grasp me fiercely, 5185|There the massive ice-collecting, 5185|Where the sharp-tongued icicles whirl me, 5185|Where the pines beat asunder, 5185|Plashy, bumpy, toppumullet, 5185|Where the fierce north-winds roar me, 5185|Whistling all the distant mountains. 5185|If I were a birch-wood vessel, 5185|Not a walleyed vessel sailing, 5185|I could bear the trip in safety 5185|To the regions of the Wi-no-nae, 5185|In the kingdom of the icebergs, 5185|In the coldest regions of Northland!" 5185|Then the island-maid, a virgin, 5185|Sent a squirrel to Kullervo, 5185|As a beauteous daughter-audience, 5185|As a sister worthy audience, 5185|That she might inform the hero 5185|How to wed the beautiful maiden. 5185|Quickly hastens Kullervo, 5185|To the court of Lemminkainen, 5185|To the chambers of the hero; 5185|But he does not enter dazed, 5185 ======================================== SAMPLE 45290 ======================================== 8796|And all the place, that they might better look. 8796|Whence I to him: "The nature of this shape, 8796|Or kindred nature, in the sea is found, 8796|Which rolls with shallow volume on the sand. 8796|And thither thou wouldst follow the same course, 8796|If that fair form were here that mantle shown." 8796|A little thence retir'd, into a place 8796|Open and bright and incubus cistern, 8796|Went smilingly along, as wont with kiss 8796|Of genial day. "To give alight 8796|To your fair brightness," said I, "so closely follows 8796|Your moist and glimmering exterior seal." 8796|From this cave I whelm'd myself again, 8796|And with the spirit of the dew-wei moving, 8796|Seem'd as a ghost, and chang'd to woman's seem. 8796|And if the wretchacious lust of lusting were 8796|Not quench'd in me, who now was from myself 8796|Submitted, his progeny should be blame'd not, 8796|Who yet involuntary would submit. 8796|With camarisch Spain he rav'd in Italy; 8796|With Austria crepitated many a 'council,' 8796|'Traditor,' and other'd offices between. 8796|To the same end 'gainst these discontented yoke 8796|The king of men, Constance, comperend for justice, 8796|With all her dames, was to him so dear 8796|(And more was yet) that to his bed he chose 8796|Gustin Pila in Aricia, (whom he lav'd 8796|With most voluptuous libertie, most pure, 8796|And who, as Luke hath heard her name, Dianee,) 8796|That spot's owner he lov'd dearly. To the grove 8796|Of that one saintly grove, whose graceless side 8796|Arrives just above the valley of the Teuton, 8796|I visit'd, when I was ware that pleased her 8796|Now breedeth up a family of pearls. 8796|That family I ne'er shall record, or say 8796|What it conceal'd, for it is long detain'd." 8796|It may be proper this Epistle should cease; 8796|But the short date which fits my short penance, 8796|And to comply with thee, who e'en since hast pleas'd, 8796|I fire with remorse for the delay 8796|My pen hath waited. May the grace, thou shower'st 8796|Consumption, on whom that grace requires, 8796|Shine with as bright lustre in his light, 8796|As thou did'st in mine. And I, that haply 8796|Have half so much to answer, spare thee the pleasure." 8796|Soon, as his words were finished, by a singing 8796|Of birds, and luxuriant foliage seen 8796|And fragrant 4791|Streaming before him, he himself appeared; 8796|Which farther pleased me so, that of desire 8796|I sware, and of his beauty long had thought. 8796|Like as a winter, (inlaquyere crisped 8796|Against the sun's ray, and starr'd with ice, 8796|Most rapid the snow-fall is by reason, 8796|That with larger passage makes the surface purer, 8796|Then those porous materials that surround 8796|It:) and the juice of a kind of fruit, which seeks 8796|Through slivers of the trunk its transparent vis- 8796|bon, and which after descending unites 8796|To a thin veil, (and thus the fruit resembles 8796|The leaves of Veterer, when veins biurnal 8796|Feel heat, and veins biweekly beats the sun 8796|Week after week, season after season,) 8796|T' enable me to distinguish its sweet odour, 8796|Singing in summer, and in winter singing, 8796|On the two leaves of Veterer's tree, as one 8796|In this dim vale. "Master, now vouchsafe aid, 8796|And let my hands their vigour give to furrow 8796 ======================================== SAMPLE 45300 ======================================== 30993|I thought they had never lived for any man; 30993|That life had been a joke they had been too young,-- 30993|And what was death but a dull and restless dust, 30993|More fit for some dark and dreary region? 30993|A thing of sorrow and of shame, 30993|A thing of joy and hate, 30993|A thing of joy and hate, 30993|So let me, instead of crying, tell 30993|What the world is like. 30993|The world is like the sea and water, 30993|The fields and forests in the evening, 30993|The trees and birds on the hillside, 30993|And the white gull on the water. 30993|And the hills with all their hills so steep and vast, 30993|And the long fields turning to sunshine as it passes; 30993|And the wind in the meadow, 30993|The wind in the hill, 30993|And the wind in the lake 30993|Are but like earth and water. 30993|The flowers in the garden, 30993|A flower's white feather and a flower's red flower, 30993|The birds upon the branches, 30993|The bird upon the bough, 30993|And the earth in the shape of the earth, 30993|The shape of the air, 30993|And the air above, 30993|Are but like the sea and sky. 30993|The sea is like the sea; 30993|The trees are like tall men; 30993|The sea is like the moon, 30993|The moon is like a star, 30993|And the stars above are women. 30993|And the stars about the heaven,-- 30993|The sky above the sky, 30993|The sea above the sky, 30993|The stars below are monsters. 30993|And monsters are like fires, 30993|And monsters are made of sea-shells and rocks, 30993|And men as the sea-waves, 30993|And monsters are made of sand and sandstone, 30993|And women were made out of earth and stones. 30993|And the earth is like a tree; 30993|The trees are made of grasses, 30993|The grasses of the sea, 30993|The sea-grass, and the sea-shell, and the logs 30993|Of the logs of grasses, 30993|And the logs of grasses, 30993|And the logs of grasses, 30993|And the logs of grasses, 30993|And the logs of grasses. 30993|And the sky is all the sky: 30993|The sky is blue and blue, 30993|It is cool and cool, and cool and cool, 30993|In the middle of the sky. 30993|And the sun in the morning, 30993|And the sun in the morning, 30993|And the moon in the morning, 30993|And the stars in the morning, 30993|Are but like the sea-shell and the tree, 30993|And the stars of the sky; 30993|And these same stars that shine in the sky 30993|Are all of the same with you and me, 30993|And all the same with the sea, and the moon, 30993|Even as we with the earth are all. 30993|The earth is like a bird, 30993|And the skies are all of clouds, 30993|And the sky is blue and blue, 30993|And the birds of the sky 30993|All sing in the sky: 30993|It is cool as ice and free, 30993|But you cannot sleep, or eat, or go to rest. 30993|You are like a vine,-- 30993|You hang up in your vineyard 30993|And twine your lovely vine, 30993|And then,--oh, how could you 30993|Give your lovely vine away? 30993|The world is like a tree, 30993|And the grass and the leaves, and the sun, 30993|And the sea and the stars, 30993|Are but things that can live 30993|In the blue air of the sky. 30993|It is cool as ice and free, 30993|But you cannot sleep, or eat, or go to rest. 30993|The sun is like a bee; 30993|You may ======================================== SAMPLE 45310 ======================================== 1002|Thus I beheld it, and it passed 1002|As a man walks, seeming not more stone." 1002|Paradiso: Canto XXI 1002|Impelled by the same causeative, whereof 1002|He who brings the east and the west, and bears 1002|The other poles in concert with himself, 1002|Motion a little sprightly, I drew me 1002|Behind those spirits, and began: "Mine eyes 1002|Here overtake me not, so far as thou 1002|Commandest, nor with those other lights 1002|Will I so well pursuiv'd thee. But the thought 1002|Still haunts me, that of all the firmament 1002|Thou didst not pinion, but up mount away 1002|Above the lamentable dirges, wherewith 1002|The wretches of the world are tunnelled. 1002|The recompence will, I know, be great to me, 1002|When I shall return, from Abraham's offspring 1002|This day I shall wed this dame, and with her 1002|プレンジ־クツのに, " 1002|Thus I performed the token pronounced me, 1002|And was as glad in spirit as I could; 1002|And all the mountain, which seemed so dull, 1002|With smiling air was filled with people holy. 1002|Then said: "What aileth thee, that thou diest not 1002|Call'st poverty? Rather have thou said, 1002|Praise God, that I thy sire hath made me so, 1002|Since I am he, and all these lights have been 1002|Made to accord to me their due concert." 1002|From whom I knew in part, as much as here 1002|I speak of it, my master knew too soon, 1002|When he beheld my joy, and of his own 1002|Both pair and normal diminished more and more. 1002|"O spirit accursed, why dost thou still live? 1002|Was't in thy loins a stone or living thing, 1002|Or ever mortal chain was round about thee?" 1002|I answered him, with eye that knew not yet 1002|Its sight, and with my words still open wide, 1002|As one who speaks and conceals not what he hears. 1002|And he to me: "If I had kept mine eyes, 1002|Which were deprived, not so easily, of these, 1002|Things hereafter would not for thee moan falsely. 1002|Thou art incorruptible; and I to thee 1002|Expectance, with good will, of that hope great 1002|Which thou thereby create'st and conscience grant'st. 1002|But wherefore waitest thou me, that is not clear? 1002|Take now thine oath, and give up to him, who 1002|After consultation makes his supplication, 1002|The grace which thou hast kept hidden in thy heart." 1002|I added not, and trusted to my silence; 1002|But when I had swol'n my oath, I made reply: 1002|"God knows how much with me is darkness dull, 1002|And how much darkness there is beyond the lamp; 1002|But God be praised that such intense and keen 1002|He makes it so, which in his kindness shines 1002|Into the hearts of those, who, unaware, 1002|Pass cheerless on, nor marks what is amid 1002|The dark which they are in. My name shall be 1002|For ever after this speech in the world, 1002|Because my utterance was not of my dust; 1002|Nor could mine honour have been harmed thereby, 1002|By any whom it came unto wilfully. 1002|But may the grace of God, which moats itself 1002|About this castle, for the folk irreverent, 1002|In presence of such hundred thousand, pass unblest! 1002|The castles are so arranged, that one to one 1002|Of them are walks; and one through the whole is seen. 1002|This revolution may be accounted with good sense 1002|If two and twenty times, in the order shown, 1002|Thou go round the dusky walls of the old castle, ======================================== SAMPLE 45320 ======================================== 1304|What can a Poet do, 1304|When all the world is set 1304|On a wrong deed is already wrought? 1304|When on no man's tongue 1304|Any good intent, 1304|Is any good or ill-will to brook? 1304|When all with one consent 1304|To do good is done, as each to his self most goodly 1304|For all things is one master, yet none of ill? 1304|Then, Poets, for thy mistress do thou rather what thou wilt, 1304|Throned in the loft of heaven, singing without an idle wind, 1304|For thee the golden city is not all the wealth of silk, 1304|Thine eyes are dim because of sorrows long past over: 1304|Hast thou thought on the good that came not to thee of old, 1304|What harm of the human kind thou canst perceive? 1304|Is there no pain now, that thou thyself mayst flee? 1304|No evil to shun, no evil thou canst forget? 1304|Is it not better to live, than suffer wrong? 1304|O that I were as thou, that I might then be thou in me! 1304|O for this soul without a stain, 1304|That in its soul, is not so hard and vile, 1304|That is so much more beautiful than gold, 1304|Yet has but little virtue in its heart-- 1304|That is so much more of earth, and much less of heaven! 1304|O that I were as thou, that I might fly 1304|As a bird past its nest 1304|From my body's flesh, and fly! 1304|Fly, for the earth is hot in heaven's air, 1304|And nothing mortal here on earth I see! 1304|O fly from the body's flesh, and leave me here on earth alone. 1304|'A bird would fly?' 1304|'Behold the bird, it has no home, it finds nowhere it home; 1304|The soul of the bird finds no refuge in the Lord in heaven: 1304|It is torn from the body, and to fly to the skies is possible. 1304|'A flower would grow? 1304|Let the flower fall to the ground! 1304|Let it bloom at last in death! 1304|Let it fade away and fade, 1304|If but the soul make no firm stand here in earth. 1304|A flower is torn from the body, and not more beautiful 1304|Than tost on the plain. 1304|'A bird it is?' 1304|'Yes, I saw the bird in the air, 1304|It flew by a sudden end, 1304|And it left the body to fly upon the air, 1304|The bird and the air are one in the Lord at work and play. 1304|'It is grown old in the spirit of its youth, 1304|It is torn from the body, and I cannot find it there; 1304|It is grown fat and wise, and the spirit will find it there, 1304|'I cannot find it, but my heart is filled with the dream of the 1304|'And now the body must die, 1304|Since the soul is not strong enough to save itself 1304|From the body's pains and stillness.' 1304|There was a song in her heart, 1304|And it said, 'I will stay with you, dear!' 1304|And it touched the heart with tears, 1304|And it touched the heart with a sound of pain, 1304|And the sorrow in the song told it me. 1304|I know the way, I know the end, 1304|I know how the body dies, 1304|I know how my soul comes back to me. 1304|O I have come to tell you what grief 1304|Has come to me from what is not returned! 1304|O my God, my God dear, 1304|Was it not written in the book? 1304|The Book of Pain! How long since I 1304|Have drunk of the river, 1304|And known the bitter river 1304|That goes up to the sky! 1304|The hills are naked, the earth is bare, 1304|I would hide beneath them, 1304|For the sunburnt mountains 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 45330 ======================================== 1279|Wee dee-lant in the grype, 1279|Grype in the grype. 1279|O the maukin maun gae, 1279|My heart, my heart. 1279|Sweet Charlie has been abroad; 1279|Mony a heart it was sae sair; 1279|Whaur the burnie, black and tan, 1279|Gars my love Willie blaud? 1279|Sae sair Willie blaud, 1279|As he gaed hame wi' a bang, 1279|Cou'd me tirl him wi' a thong, 1279|Mony a tear was shed! 1279|O Charlie came wi' a bang, 1279|Kist me this day, 1279|Cou'd me tirl him wi' a thong, 1279|Mony a tear was shed! 1279|O Charlie came wi' a bang, 1279|Kist me this day, 1279|Cou'd me tirl him wi' a thong, 1279|Mony a tear was shed! 1279|Charlie came wi' a bang, 1279|Sae kist me this day, 1279|Michelin a' was shed. 1279|Auld Bonnie's bonie daughters all will die, 1279|And wha buts auld Bonnie's sons remain! 1279|O I hae a wife and lands at hame, 1279|Ae wife and lands at hame; 1279|My comick comickness I hae had, 1279|Since my latest comick comickness was: 1279|Now it is comick, it is comick time, 1279|And I begin to look for my comick peace; 1279|The deil he couldna ken, sae weel he view't, 1279|I was beginnin to look for comick peace! 1279|Whan Willie came ower the netherrie, 1279|And brought a wife and lands at hame; 1279|His wife came to the comin, sae weel she view't, 1279|And sair, sair weel she view't: 1279|Wifer than the netherrie than the bowie, 1279|Whan Willie come nicht for my comick comick comick peace!--PUNCH 1279|Wee, modest wee wife, on your green grouse, 1279|That made my heart so saft with your voice; 1279|How can you tempt my vowel flame 1279|To rove beyond the counting's mark, 1279|Or fen hunting and a-hunting fill 1279|Me wi' the heath and the hills of Scotland? 1279|I hate your low talk, and your quaint tales, 1279|I hate your talk o' a domestic flare; 1279|I hate your talk, and your humble song, 1279|And I hate my heart when I hate your heart. 1279|And I hate the land and I hate the court. 1279|I hate the gilded minster and the pew; 1279|I hate the lords and the squires in dark lace, 1279|And I hate the harp that a stranger strung 1279|I hate the lasses, and the bairns, 1279|And the maids, I should name them, nine, 1279|Wha wad think me naething their age-- 1279|But all these loveless lasses, nine, 1279|Wha wad think me naething their age; 1279|And the mixt, the fourm, and the aught 1279|That's left my true love--my ain love, O! 1279|I hate the heid o' gray mear or dun, 1279|And I hate the yellow head o' auld or young, 1279|And I hate the muckle-ware, 1279|And I hate a' the pride, and the ease, 1279|And a' the joy, oh, auld or young, 1279|That wad think me naething their age-- 1279|But the loveliest, brightest, best, 1279|Of what they look o'er the ward--oh! auld or young-- 1279|That wad think me naething their age-- 1279|But the ======================================== SAMPLE 45340 ======================================== 8187|'Twould seem an impudence to tell 8187|Of all that's great and beautiful, 8187|Yet say, that 'tis to beauty born, 8187|That I, the Muse--I am the same. 8187|All, all be thine; the world has need; 8187|Thy world was made for those who chose thee; 8187|Come, meet it like the sun that came; 8187|And then may Time, when he is done, 8187|Give thee as fair a look as he gave 8187|One half the world's applause at last; 8187|Oh! never shall the Muse be quelled, 8187|Which only _had_ a cause to fly. 8187|May _mine_ be worth the pains and tears, 8187|And all that Heaven hath sent to woo thee, 8187|To teach thee what, if like thy verse, 8187|'Twas made but yesterday that thou 8187|Wert not, like them, a poet's dream! 8187|When the night, by storm or storm, 8187|Turns all the stars from light, 8187|Sitting lonely on her hill, 8187|I love this spark for all-- 8187|That light, the star that shines, 8187|In the sky's blue hollow; 8187|Or as that lonely shell 8187|That, all night long the wind 8187|Had been rocking and a-weep 8187|By the tempest's breath, 8187|From that lonely shell. 8187|The blue and bosky night 8187|Of summer all around 8187|Has its own quiet dreams, 8187|Its own sweet rest of thoughts; 8187|This, this is the rest! 8187|Hear it, ye winds: 'tis I 8187|Who say these words to thee, 8187|Thou, with thy stormy strife, 8187|Thou, who dost all things fear! 8187|The storm and storm do well-- 8187|But the rest of things do well 8187|To such as I who go, 8187|Away from all but thee, 8187|And dwell in this one spot. 8187|When summer's moon is bright, 8187|When the sky is smooth and clear, 8187|Thou shalt sit at my feet, 8187|And my smile shall be-- 8187|That smile so beautiful, 8187|When the sun's bright eye is wet! 8187|And when they say, "Come, let's part," 8187|Thou shalt answer, "Who will watch?" 8187|And my smile shall be that light 8187|That o'er the night-time beams. 8187|My own, my own! 8187|One thing must all be over, 8187|To be sure--to cease from living:-- 8187|A heart that's never in prison, 8187|A voice that's never alone, 8187|A mind that's never at rest;-- 8187|"No, no, never, never!" 8187|All I love most in earth, 8187|All in this earth must perish. 8187|For how can one keep the heart 8187|That's loved too much to spare it? 8187|And still hope, when hope is fled? 8187|Oh! the wretched heart must pine, 8187|For the hand that never held it. 8187|And still hope, for how can they 8187|Who love so dear give up it? 8187|And still hope, for how can they 8187|Take the hope that's left them? 8187|The tree, I love myriads, 8187|By me ever blossoming, 8187|Wherein the sweetest flowers, 8187|As often sweetest sweets, 8187|Are born for me to see. 8187|But vain is that tree's sweetest blossom. 8187|How vain that fairy's boastful bower, 8187|That it, as often happens, 8187|Breathes not the perfume of its blooming! 8187|For how can it, I ask thee, 8187|To me be more dear, pray'r, than this? 8187|In vain the rose, the star that shines, 8187|The light of those dear eyes that bright, 8187| ======================================== SAMPLE 45350 ======================================== A little boat on the Thames! 29378|To go in and out with the stream; 29378|To wander over and through the Park, 29378|And cross the River so green and cool, 29378|And then to come back, as fast as you can, 29378|And lie down on the bank again. 29378|And then a little boat on the Thames! 29378|To go to church in the morning too, 29378|To take our Blessed Lady to church; 29378|And then a little boat on the Thames! 29378|To have a little picnic each day, 29378|And then to lie down on the cool grass, 29378|And be warm and cozy, while you may, 29378|On the bank beside the stream. 29378|And if the time should happen, as it surely may, 29378|That one of us should die, what should we do but 29378|Go to our Friends on the banks of the river, 29378|And have a little look-off, and then, 29378|With a prayer to God on our knees, 29378|Together repair together, you and I, 29378|To keep them from drowning? 29378|Go to the bank: what's there seen? 29378|See, the banks have the face of a man! 29378|Go see what's under the mould; 29378|And what's there seen? Here, there's a view 29378|That you may read--a little more. 29378|The big banks look very still, 29378|As you view--but why look so? 29378|There's a little room beneath the hill, 29378|Where they'd well be left alone. 29378|_Here's a little room beneath the hill, 29378|Here they never move a chair, 29378|Nor have you seen, nor will hereafter, 29378|The little dog in the lane, 29378|His loving Master sitting by, 29378|And watching for his word? 29378|But heaps are on the dead-bed here: 29378|And heaps are on the dead-bolts there, 29378|And on the table, too, there, 29378|_There is furniture there!--not much_. 29378|And, look under every corner, 29378|There is furniture there for you. 29378|And you may see it under there: 29378|The little dog in the lane, 29378|His loving Master sitting by, 29378|And just being _whispered aloud_. 29378|There's a little bird in every corner, 29378|I've seen him sing "A little while!" 29378|But he's a-wandering away, 29378|With his little eager wing. 29378|If you look you'll see that there's nothing in it; 29378|But there's a little little thing that's _naughty--_good_! 29378|And this is the little bird of the corner, 29378|The little dog will let you know: 29378|But tell him "No! I want you to go away! 29378|But here's a little room beneath the hill, 29378|That's just a little room, 29378|Full of fun and toys and beds for you, 29378|Where you may be alone._ 29378|_But look, there's a little boy, and that's _very_ nice, 29378|We always hear him, when we meet him, 29378|That "My little boy is very nice." 29378|What a clever little little Boy. 29378|What's his name? 29378|'Tis "Johnny Doc." 29378|_Here's a little boat 29378|Go out upon the water, 29378|And out upon the river; 29378|For she's a very merry duck._ 29378|Who is that at the window? 29378|My little Boy; 29378|Is his name "Bing" what not? 29378|And "Billy" too 29378|_Who's the little boy on the left? 29378|He's "Bing" what not? 29378|And "Billy" on the right, 29378|"Oh, then who's _his_ name?" 29378|_What's the reason for those bushes here, 29378|And _how_ do they grow so high? 29378|He is "Bing" what not ======================================== SAMPLE 45360 ======================================== 1287|A very good girl indeed! 1287|That a good girl should so be won, 1287|When she could not be won before; 1287|So as now, my friend, my love, 1287|Now that all that thou hast shown 1287|Thou hast now done, 'tis fit I 1287|With my faithful sister take 1287|Thee in my arms, thee dear; 1287|To my lips then give the kiss 1287|That to me thou gav'st to one. 1287|I have no need of words, 1287|What before my gaze 1287|Beams, of a new year 1287|Grown old with snow and rain. 1287|When I see thee, and hear 1287|Thy voice sing sweetly clear; 1287|Thy cheek shine with the dew 1287|From thy lips, which still are fair. 1287|When I kiss thee, and catch 1287|From thy fingers lovely charms, 1287|Then my heart grows heavy fast, 1287|As the day draws on, that flies; 1287|And I wish for change of life 1287|That I had not seen thee first. 1287|Farewell then! Thou hast done well, 1287|Thou art so young and fair 1287|That my eyes may not behold 1287|Thou so great, and strong; 1287|And my thoughts, for to behold 1287|Thou canst never be. 1287|Thou art now in thy grave; 1287|That where thou wert of old 1287|Thou wouldst not see me rise, 1287|To soothe my heart, and close 1287|In a new eternity. 1287|When my life has lost its ray, 1287|And I can but see 1287|A gloomy veil asthin 1287|As the veil the stars cast, 1287|I am sure thou wilt be 1287|Above the darkness there, 1287|Which my tears would dry, 1287|And my tears too dry. 1287|And my friend, and my best 1287|And my dearest love, 1287|Whom I thought long dead, 1287|Whom I thought dead! 1287|I would not say that he 1287|Is dead, I say, 1287|And the light he puts out 1287|Is a glory, 1287|That no longer we 1287|Should be sad, 1287|For thy beauty 1287|Hath no need of cheer. 1287|Oh, thou art dear to me, 1287|And I, too, love thee! 1287|The night has come, the morn has come, the sun has come; 1287|And the day has come, the light has come the Sun. 1287|My friends are gone, my love is left behind; 1287|And, O, my dearest, my dearest! why weep ye? 1287|We loved a thousand times, and both were deceivers. 1287|How shall I go on yet, on yet my way? 1287|Here lives the last of me, no light, no aid! 1287|And now, O sun! the sun will shine no more; 1287|And now, O friends! farewell, for evermore. 1287|But who will follow my life still to-day, 1287|To follow after, and grow weary of me! 1287|Who still may think the dead I see not, though, 1287|And with them, no more in the world, depart, 1287|O goodly corpse, that all my friends 1287|Died for, with their words, so oft that I 1287|Would they were far away; but ye 1287|Moved me so fast, and ye have left me, 1287|Far away, at the last! 1287|O thou that on my couch dost lie, 1287|I wonder much about thee 1287|If my heart, of thy own, was free 1287|As is this heart; 1287|For never the heart that lives, with soul and will, 1287|Can be free! 1287|But, in truth, thou wilt come back no more, 1287|And nevermore wilt come back, 1287|At the last! 1287|How shall I sing her ======================================== SAMPLE 45370 ======================================== 937|The sun with golden rays is shining 937|Bright as of yore; 937|And the night-birds are stirring in the bush 937|With joy and thrill; 937|And a thousand stars in heaven's blue 937|Are flushing from sky to sky. 937|And the earth is singing with the joy 937|Of her birth; 937|And the heavens are with the gladness, mirth and glee 937|Of the night's birth-glorification. 937|The stars love day in the heaven above, 937|As they watch the dawn 937|Shine out with trembling and with light, 937|Till the dark earth-world have a grace 937|Of their own. 937|The flowers love night as they are flowering, 937|In the air 937|Of that far-off sky; 937|And the sun with golden beams in his beams 937|Makes them gaily glow, 937|And the flowers bow their heads and sigh -- 937|Oh, mirth! 937|The sea like a golden flower 937|Lies in the sea; 937|'Tis the sweet breath of the summer's birth, 937|And the sea 937|Gladly now nods and nods, 937|And the waves are glad and glad 937|In the sea. 937|Oh, love; for all is love 937|In the spirit of life; 937|The spirit for earth and heaven; 937|The spirit for human things; 937|The spirit of spirit and worth; 937|The holy spirit -- the perfect spirit 937|That is love's own light. 937|Oh, love; why should I strive 937|To be all that I could be, 937|And yet the love of others bring 937|So little of my joy? 937|It seemed a heavy weight to bear; 937|And yet in pity's tender care 937|God placed it here; 937|He gave us love that could not kill, 937|That showed no tender ruth, 937|And yet he placed it here 937|As nothing else might do, 937|Which made us wise and wary friends, 937|And yet it taught us how to win, 937|And yet it led us on to live, 937|For all it served to do and say, 937|To do and say; 937|It taught us loving hearts to hold 937|And, if we thought or dreamingly 937|Of such things, to hold; 937|But all it taught us was -- to love 937|As love is bound to bound; 937|For what of love the Lord doth give 937|Must love in fullest measure made, 937|And must love still be strong. 937|The spirit of love can never faint, 937|Because its spark 937|Is quenched in flame, when clouds of woe 937|With all their darkness come and sweep 937|And gather o'er its path; 937|Or a single gem, a broken star, 937|Can ne'er to darkness turn aside; 937|And though love can in sooth be blind, 937|It cannot weep its light. 937|O Love, I ask thee no more 937|Why thou hast left me thus, 937|When the darkness of my life 937|Has dimmed my own bright dream; 937|And the shadow of thy absence 937|On my heart must hang. 937|I ask no more, only this -- 937|In thee I find the rest; 937|Thy name shall ever be o'er mine, 937|And thou shalt be my rest. 937|Where were ye, my angels bright! 937|Where were ye, wings that gladden 937|Sporting mortals, flying 937|In the glad youth o' the spring, 937|The angels' voices clear as rain, 937|Where were ye, wings so light 937|That the angels' feet glided fast 937|On sunny days in summer's glow, 937|Where were ye, angels fair? 937|In the happy hearts of men 937|Where was ye, wings all bright, ======================================== SAMPLE 45380 ======================================== 2732|Wore a white satin coat o' the stuff! 2732|And a silk handkerchief, I've since learn'd the fashion, 2732|That they _never_ don't wear it by their ears; 2732|But with all due honour, 2732|It's now in a dusty corner where 'tis out of use. 2732|And on the lip--a kiss! Well,--you see, 2732|It is the fashion of the land, to wear a handkerchief. 2732|And when it's folded up, I've been told 2732|For a special treat to place it by, 2732|And then pull out the little clasp and push it round my Heart; 2732|And when I see the hand of a girl 2732|Hovering in the flower-pots at church, 2732|I make a wish that I could push my hand of hers through, 2732|So that she may feel the same as I! 2732|Oh! then I think I'd like to see 2732|Some of the pretty people of Trowbridge lift up their hands, 2732|And hold up their fingers, and look so small! 2732|And then the Reverend People asked to take 2732|The hand of Miss Kate's sweet sister-in-law; 2732|The Reverend People did ask and forbid, 2732|And when the hand went forward from her own, 2732|Then, pretty Miss Kate! (and what a glad 'un was said) 2732|I think I'd like some of them to go. 2732|A dog and a pony went out together, 2732|Two little dogs and a little pony, 2732|And a red leaf, a blue leaf, and a raven blue, as they trotted, 2732|A-droving the dew in the meadows of St. Helen's. 2732|With their brown heads a-drooping, 2732|And their tails uptowelling, 2732|The little dogs came trotting down, 2732|And they followed the pony, trotting, trotting, trotting, 2732|In the meadows in the proud pride of St. Helen's. 2732|"A fox and a fox-glove," 2732|The little fox cried, 2732|"O my dear, O my dear, 2732|O my dear, O my dear! 2732|How many are in the house? 2732|Twenty, twenty, twenty, 2732|Twenty, twenty, twenty." 2732|"No! the house is not full; 2732|The place is all right," 2732|The little pony replied, 2732|"The ponies have done it, 2732|The fox-poles trot it, 2732|The foxes trot it." 2732|"Aha! aha! aha! a ha, 2732|A fox and a fox-glove!" 2732|Said the little pony, 2732|"The foxes cannot be much in number, 2732|They trot to the kitchen, 2732|The foxes trot it." 2732|"Aha! aha! aha! a ha, 2732|A fox and a fox-glove!" 2732|Said the fox-pony, 2732|"Twenty and three has done it, 2732|The kitchen has done it, 2732|The foxes trot it." 2732|"No! there's no fox nor glove, 2732|And the foxes know it," 2732|"A hokum fox is a very mean thing," 2732|The little pony cried, 2732|"It's better to trot with a well-fill'd stocking 2732|Than be caught with a shandy." 2732|A grey wolf ran by in the wood, 2732|And his eyes were blue: 2732|"Who goes there with a stick so small?" 2732|Said the wolf to the little mouse. 2732|"Oh! who goes there with a stick so small?" 2732|"Who goes there with a stick so small 2732|As me?" quoth the little mouse. 2732|The wolf looked at her pretty white, 2732|Aghast to see 2732|What mischief she could do. 2732|"Who goes there with a stick so small?" 2732|They ======================================== SAMPLE 45390 ======================================== 13167|For all who seek to live forever 13167|On the green's heart of the land. 13167|We want the sea, we want the sky, 13167|We want the wind to blow, 13167|We want it all. 13167|The sea, the sky, the wind to blow, 13167|The sea, the sky, the wind to blow. 13167|But who's to blame if it all be vain? 13167|What if it be all vain? 13167|The sea, the sky, the wind to blow, 13167|The sea, the sky, the wind to blow. 13167|I'm thinking what it would be to be 13167|A girl, a thing I love, to be 13167|This thing, all things beside: 13167|The beautiful, of the beautiful, 13167|As beautiful as anything. 13167|Then come, the sun will shine 13167|Away down a long blue sky. 13167|We'll have a ball-race 13167|To the top of the cliff; 13167|And then to the top of the hill 13167|From the top of the hill we'll go. 13167|Now if you're feeling gay, 13167|For all the rest, don't hurry along, 13167|But lay aside your pipe and take a view. 13167|There's me and Sally here, 13167|With a view to a ball-track 13167|To the top of the hill. 13167|No matter how fast we go, 13167|If I think of it we never tire; 13167|We're both as gay as can be, 13167|And, should I think of it, we'd sing! 13167|When we go in the sun, 13167|In a garden of green, 13167|Where the tulips are seen 13167|Floating in the grass, 13167|I can see them moving in 13167|And out of the sunlight 13167|Till they win the prize 13167|By which they strive each night: 13167|The most perfect light! 13167|In the darkness of dews, 13167|When we come within sight, 13167|We can watch the sunbeams, 13167|Until the room 13167|Is filled with the sound 13167|Of the laughter that rings, 13167|By the wonderful sight: 13167|The most perfect light! 13167|And we both sit down 13167|And try to keep it down 13167|While we stare at each other: 13167|The best view 13167|Of our dreams all day! 13167|You are smiling in my face, 13167|You are in my heart and in my soul at once! 13167|You are in your home, the home of peace, 13167|You are in the home of love and joy! 13167|And I'll not seek your grave, for I, too, would sleep 13167|In the home of peace! 13167|"Merry, merry, boys!" I heard the kindly rhymes, 13167|While the shadows covered the woodland paths with flowers; 13167|I sat at the window and the sunlight o'ercast 13167|And listened to the merry laugh of the robins. 13167|"Merry, merry, boys!" I heard the sweet refrain-- 13167|"Merry, merry, boys!" 13167|But the robins were gathered in the dark and lonely cave, 13167|And a voice was calling from out a cave far away: 13167|"Merry, merry, boys!" 13167|"Brother and sister, what shall we do for Christmas-tide?" 13167|"Hang a sack around the neck of each one of you here!" 13167|So they hung it--and it wouldn't float, they swore; 13167|And the little kites were crying as they struggled there! 13167|"Merry, merry, boys!" "Brother and sister, what shall we do? 13167|Merry, merry, boys!" 13167|Then the robins flew higher, and nearer, and higher, 13167|With the kites gathered in the stilly night before; 13167|And the little kites, with a shrill and terrified cry, 13167|Hear the merry laugh of the robins. 13167|The robins are flocking round, the kites are flying fast ======================================== SAMPLE 45400 ======================================== 30282|The oon awauk, and gryme þat he grete, 30282|Þe hyȝe god hatȝ wroþly neu{er} so gret a py; 30282|Þe hyȝe god, þat wolde neu{er} neu{er} go nedes, 30282|Ne wyth hy{m} worde for worde ne wyth for eu{er}; 30282|Þat watȝ eu{er} fyþe, þay wolde wer fleting, 30282|Frauys-of-þeast and fayre, and fayre þay were, 30282|He schal ȝet alle þe aþure of his wylle 30282|Ne leue ne lettyn, that so he may be hyn 30282|Þe vpon ȝet euer þat tyme is lyȝt, 30282|Þan his pokkyn to pake he gret þe grete, 30282|Þat neu{er} was þe pout I wyȝe not ȝere, 30282|I noȝt neu{er} w{i}t{h} pou{er} he ne wynue, 30282|& langely he hit nyl be my nedere; 30282|His wern þay swete syde he toȝe, 30282|& þaynely þe brayn he wern his wroȝte. 30282|When þe brynge of þe gosoun is hit on þe brynge, 30282|Þan he hit myn hode, þe my{n} swete freke; 30282|For þair his myȝt he watȝ wyȝt i{n} hert, 30282|Þe þre mon is hit vpon þe{n} þe fyrst brode: 30282|Bot þre mone of mase þer ar þe{n}ne vn-stre; 30282|He hyȝt his barne a-yede he no day þe{n}ne, 30282|& goth hom euen, & goth to his mawh order, 30282|Aye{n} hit bi wat{er} so hom bi him i{n}-to, 30282|Þat he kyst þe{n} þat ky{n}g of his kyndowe, 30282|Fowle in a wod i{n} a world of welkkes wyse, 30282|Þat a myȝt of myȝte þat his may dote, 30282|Þat a fowle wawe bi þe flod wyth a fete, 30282|Þ{us} boþe his fote & þe fyrre folȝed; 30282|& þer he vp-pasted vche a þro heue, 30282|Þan he vp-basted vche þat wroȝt was wroke. 30282|Þ{us} he gaf þe gode & go dyȝt þe houres, 30282|Þat þer he goed v{us} his hele þat he þer-to; 30282|Þe{n} he gode & gode & syten bot his honde 30282|& oþ{er} of þe oþ{er} i{n} ȝon erle þ{er}-to; 30282|& hit he no bihod & bi hode to helle; 30282|Þe god of þe goddes alle eu{er} i{n} þe hert, 30282|& ou{er} alle þe oþ{er} of þe place al stille; 30282|& his hert þat he hit neu{er} so harde heue, 30282|Þaȝ þi hert þe{n} a schuldrick sytte of his sytte, 30282|& his sheste þa{n} þe seli þy ======================================== SAMPLE 45410 ======================================== 5185|Thick leaves of many-colored mosses; 5185|On the leaves a hundred mosses, 5185|On the moss the footprints of hunters, 5185|And the footprints of the fierce death-hounds; 5185|In the thicket came the forest-maidens, 5185|Walked around, and made a lodge-herds, 5185|Gathered moss upon the treesides, 5185|Gathered leaves from off the meadows, 5185|Gathered red and yellow together, 5185|Gathered all the young and tender, 5185|Gathered sprigs of different dyes, 5185|Gathered dandelion-flowers, 5185|Gathered Iris, goddess of love, 5185|For her part, the village-maidens, 5185|For the beauty of their leader. 5185|On the benches sat the maidens, 5185|Listened to the hushed story, 5185|Listened with the benches close-pressed, 5185|Listened with the walls and marble, 5185|While the singing-girl made answer: 5185|"O my berry-givers, my comrades, 5185|Fair ones of the forest-lands, 5185|Listen to my words of magic: 5185|"Make of earth a coverlet, 5185|With the magic moss enwrap it, 5185|Give to the hunters, victors, 5185|For the eyes of great Ahto 5185|Sometimes to look with delight, 5185|On the gannet's soaring plumage, 5185|On the long and lissom pinions, 5185|On the pinions of the eagle, 5185|On the beaks of crows and eagles. 5185|"If this thing, my friends, has power, 5185|Let us row to shore in order, 5185|Let us use the widest breadth of water, 5185|Let us make the 'scape mine explorations, 5185|On the deepest Dauber-ports, 5185|To the rocks that look to ocean 5185|Rising from the endless waste of waters. 5185|There a tree of honey-dew shall float, 5185|There the lotus-leaves shall wither, 5185|There the lotus-bag shall strew it; 5185|Row to Kalevala now, my comrades, 5185|Turn to Saqqa'-thro'-dra'va-moi-li'gi, 5185|There our bark-rods shall be rooted, 5185|Coast-line turrets raveled, 5185|Firm with tongs the 'scape-guards shall be, 5185|Tear their faces, ear-drops gush, 5185|And the rocks be rocked with iron, 5185|Stones be driven to wrench-stipes, 5185|And the rocks be rocked with nails." 5185|Then the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|Handsomer than a grain of sand, 5185|Handsomer than the pine-wood, 5185|Head as big as that of an antelope, 5185|Hands as smooth as linden-beri, 5185|Ears as smooth as tasseled corn-flowers; 5185|Played in feverish fits and starts, 5185|Spake in words, richly painted, 5185|Words that use men's minds to paint: 5185|"Fairy music never thrills me 5185|Like the music of the sea-mew, 5185|Nor the song of swans and fisher-folk, 5185|Both on lake and river-fjord-boats; 5185|'Tis not what the tuneful maidens sing, 5185|Singing-bands, or tabour-desks unite; 5185|It is Mielikki, the maiden, 5185|All the charms of song and melody 5185|In her cheeks, and body, mouth, and eyes. 5185|"But my tongue is rusty and lacking, 5185|And my singing comes not worthy 5185|To the joys that it might express; 5185|Therefore am I turning to dice-box, 5185|Turning to gold my former coins. 5185|This the game that I am playing, 5185|This the game that I plan to play ======================================== SAMPLE 45420 ======================================== A king in every land and every age! 28591|He is above the mire, he guards the golden mean, 28591|He keeps the balance well, he scores the battle's stress, 28591|And in the long, long war is victory's gain, 28591|God and his truth, and that all-saving prize 28591|The peace and joy of souls which know him not. 28591|O Christ! that through our hearts, our mouths, our lips, 28591|We should all say, "He is a king; 28591|A king in every land and every age!" 28591|O Christ! that through our hearts, our mouths, our mouths, 28591|We should say, "He is a king;" 28591|That our lips should be our lips, and our mouths our lips, 28591|That we say, "He is a king to every age," 28591|And that Christ's name should be writ not on our books 28591|For a shame upon the king of kings. 28591|In every home, in every clime, 28591|He is a king. 28591|The great world's king, the great king Christ, 28591|Is a king in every land. 28591|We cannot learn the language of the hours 28591|That seem so distant to us; 28591|'Tis the language of his people's heart, 28591|'Tis the language that he speaks. 28591|We cannot hear them speak his language 28591|So plainly that they seem; 28591|But we can note their thoughts, their hopes, 28591|And their desires; and all they do 28591|Is to do his will. 28591|The great world's king, the great king Christ, 28591|Is a king in every land. 28591|The great world's king, the great king Christ, 28591|He has the language of his saints, 28591|His thoughts and feelings they convey 28591|To us, to us, his people's language. 28591|The great world's king, the great king Christ, 28591|Is a king in every land. 28591|It is from him that we learn to see 28591|The meaning of life and suffering, 28591|And for which we bear the yoke of pain 28591|In faith and steadfastness. 28591|For from the very fountain he 28591|Eats suffering and endless rest; 28591|And from the hand that feeds us so 28591|We must expect the same. 28591|I never shall have, dear Lord, 28591|A better or a worse 28591|Than what was taken from me 28591|And given into thy hand. 28591|But I'll work the life to thee, 28591|And I will give myself to thee, 28591|And I will give all I have been 28591|Unto thy peace and love. 28591|All that I have I give to thee-- 28591|My body and my soul to thee, 28591|My body and my soul for thee; 28591|I give myself to thee. 28591|But for thy sake, dear Lord, 28591|I will be, for thee, my best, 28591|And work the life to thee, 28591|Yet in the giving let me have 28591|To work all other things for thee. 28591|God is so great that in our weakness he 28591|Moves all things, and all things with him move. 28591|As the great river of which Christ was the wave 28591|Rushing along the desert shores of the world 28591|To wash and shelter all--so be it with me; 28591|Thou art the life of me, and all things else 28591|That move about this crowded work-box world 28591|Shall gather strength of me to buoy them on, 28591|And carry all their mass with them, and find 28591|The swift high life-movement that supplies 28591|The purpose of this world that we live in. 28591|The life thou art hath the same goal in view 28591|As do my world and the white star far away, 28591|And in the world to be thou art the goal-- 28591|Not all the many lives that move about it 28591|Are equal goals to thee, dear Lord, not all 28591|The lives thou life's life in me have one 28 ======================================== SAMPLE 45430 ======================================== 28796|With joy I had, as if my boyhood's joys were near, 28796|And joys that yet shall come. 28796|The joy that will not cease, 28796|'Tis the love that shall be long my life-time's joy, 28796|My heart's dear shepherdess: 28796|Who shall not go before, 28796|To see and to embrace thy face so dear, and bear 28796|My babe unto the grave. 28796|Though I have heard of joys manifold, yet ne'er, 28796|Of all that are or ever have been, so great 28796|As that which still, with faith, I bear within, 28796|I feel a tender joy when I consider 28796|I have a babe that shall not rest in earth. 28796|"When first we sat and sate, I was his mother's maid; 28796|But he was father's child, I gather from the story. 28796|There had he been but for six months; 'tis said by some, 28796|Although he knows not what, and that he had a heart 28796|Whose full, unspent joy he did not know till then!" 28796|I sit in the shade of the past, 28796|I lie in the shade of the future, 28796|With the stars of the last future in my heart. 28796|The stars of the past that were white, 28796|Have now become black; the years have brought 28796|A weight of grief and sorrow on my breast; 28796|And they who stood by me in childhood now, 28796|In the shade of the past, 28796|Have laid me low, 28796|In the deepest grave of the land of dreams. 28796|The heart that was young lives long, 28796|When the young heart must give up its hope. 28796|It sleeps in the shade of the future, 28796|In the shadow of the far away; 28796|Yet never, though it be laid in the dust, 28796|Shall the grief of the world my spirit dim, 28796|If my soul but know what lies in the mould 28796|Before it, with the dreams of the years, 28796|And its own soul's dreams are the dreams of all. 28796|O! what is the deed of war done in the East, 28796|'Tis done in all our hearts, and yet it seems 28796|Never a deed so brave and terrible 28796|As the fight that is waged by us in the West 28796|In the name of the dear love that we hold. 28796|To lie in the dark and to watch the stars 28796|Wakened from sleep in the heart of the night, 28796|To know that love is strong and that war may die, 28796|Is to know life and God and the sky. 28796|'Tis so sweet to dream that victory must fail, 28796|Knowing that victory cannot overcome 28796|The spirit that war creates for to be born. 28796|To know that war's fierce fury, love's passion, death, 28796|All may pass in the end away in peace. 28796|It is true, the long years brought no joy, no sleep, 28796|Though a peace of peace for us all we win; 28796|But the peace of God is the peace we seek 28796|In the path toward the end of our bliss. 28796|It is true to the core that we stand here now 28796|Beside the sea, upon the brink of doom. 28796|We must win or die. There is no choice unsaid, 28796|But God will help or help us. 28796|We must win 28796|Or lose through our loss is our victory. 28796|The tide, who is it shaping the tide? 28796|It is not God, it is not any man; 28796|It is an evil that moves the sea, 28796|A worm at the head of a beautiful world. 28796|We are born; and when we stand for the birth 28796|Of this new earth, before our eyes, 28796|God bends above the earth, and his power 28796|Puts the stars on their shining track, 28796|And gives the waters light and life, 28796|And makes the earth a place where men may live. 28796|In the very beauty of God ======================================== SAMPLE 45440 ======================================== 19385|My dearest loved, 19385|Sweet is a heart in flower, and sweet is the dew 19385|That slumbereth in the sun-- 19385|But the flower is fairer, sweet is the dew to me - 19385|And my heart is young. 19385|In the gloom of death, 19385|O then, then sing, 19385|Sing with her in her sleep - 19385|Sweet is a soul in blossom, and sweet is the dew 19385|That slumbereth in the sun... 19385|And my heart is young. 19385|Till thy spirit, dear, return to heaven, 19385|Let us go forth to meet her. 19385|She'll hail the coming of the dawn, 19385|And hail from far the maiden fair, 19385|And cheerfully she loves to seek 19385|The sweet fresh morning of the eyes, 19385|When, in her maiden pride of youth, 19385|She thinks on those bright times long fled, 19385|When she was young and fair. 19385|Then sing o'er her youth's bright years, 19385|'Twill live in each fair maiden's song; 19385|And when she comes, the maiden fair, 19385|The rose-buds of her youth will bloom, 19385|And with them she will be. 19385|O! the green moss will grow o'er my grave, 19385|And the dew will cover my gown; 19385|And the sweet lily will rise up 'tween 19385|Mine ear and e'en my heart. 19385|The little white-thorn buds shall start up above, 19385|And to-morrow fill the dew with rose, 19385|While my head bears the load o' beauty down 19385|With love's unquiet grace. 19385|O the young bird with the summer wing 19385|Its first note to me will send, 19385|And 'twill be a happy morning soon 19385|To thee and thine. 19385|Though I've lost the lovely, fair dears, 19385|And never can meet with them again, 19385|Yet, sweetheart, now I can bring you gifts, 19385|In that fair breast of yours. 19385|I'm only a lassie 19385|All for you, my dear, 19385|A little lassie 19385|Of all the lasses 19385|That men would have! 19385|Oh, that I were the first 19385|You ever saw! 19385|So let me be, my dear, 19385|And wish you always-- 19385|My name and name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|For you alone. 19385|And so we'll cross over 19385|And never be afraid 19385|Of any man, 19385|Our hearts for you, my dear, 19385|But, if we ever 19385|Should meet a stranger-- 19385|To be the first 19385|And wish you always 19385|Our name and name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark't name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name 19385|And mark'd name ======================================== SAMPLE 45450 ======================================== 1166|The eyes of my wife are dark 1166|With tears, 1166|For I can feel the dawning day 1166|Thin in the rain. 1166|Sorrow is a wound of God's, 1166|Wound of the soul! 1166|How many have known that pain: 1166|The touch of hope's ill-won prize 1166|The day of joy too sweet! 1166|But I, not one of them, 1166|Breathe such a bitter sigh! 1166|He had found her: not alone 1166|In the world he went. 1166|He found the house of clay, 1166|A vast eternal clay 1166|For his great love's glory. 1166|In the vast, unbounded earth 1166|There was he only she. 1166|Yet in his soul he strove. 1166|As a great fish-throat strives to reach 1166|The white rays of the morning 1166|He strove to reach 1166|The white rays of the morning 1166|Above a land of sin. 1166|He strove to reach 1166|The white rays of the morning 1166|Above a land of sin. 1166|And ever the tears came, 1166|For ever the tears came! 1166|The eyes grew dim, 1166|The lips grew pale, 1166|The troubled hands 1166|Went stumbling after prayer. 1166|He strove to reach 1166|The white rays of the morning 1166|Above a land of sin. 1166|So near the white rays came 1166|He could not hear a wink; 1166|And ever the tears came, 1166|For ever the tears came! 1166|The eyes that looked for her 1166|Were not for him. 1166|The lips that pressed for her 1166|Had only for him. 1166|I am not the wind that laughs in the sun, 1166|The ship that goes out to find the unknown West. 1166|Not even the bird that flies as the ship runs out 1166|Is I. For as the ship runs out I know 1166|I shall be nothing, the wind laughs in the sun. 1166|The ship may pass and I may never see it more. 1166|But some way out I shall know the blue heather, 1166|And the heat of the hot earth may make me proud. 1166|I shall climb up through the flame-blotted years, 1166|I shall hear the voice of the dead men who died, 1166|And know that the wind that laughs in the sun, 1166|The ship that goes out to find the unknown West, 1166|Cries in mockery to God, "Behold I am not dead!" 1166|I was only a flower 1166|Shattered and torn in the wind, 1166|Broken and beaten down. 1166|I was only a leaf 1166|Shattered and broken in the wind, 1166|Bleached in the sun. 1166|You know what it means when a leaf must go, 1166|Gone to meet its death. 1166|You have lived and you know, 1166|You have known what it means. 1166|I had hopes that burned in me 1166|Fires of gold unseen; 1166|I had dreams that died 1166|In a crimson, fiery fire; 1166|I have loved and been loved, 1166|Kissed and kissed and kissed, 1166|And I had to go 1166|Myself alone into the storm. 1166|What was I but a rose, 1166|A flame swept by the wind? 1166|What was I but a leaf, 1166|Shedding its heart by the wind? 1166|What was I but a flame, 1166|Gone by in the wind? 1166|What was I but a leaf, 1166|Gone in the storm? 1166|Ah, the storm came down 1166|Hurling its lightning, then -- 1166|And it swept me down, 1166|I had only a rose, 1166|A flame blown by the wind. 1166|I went into the storm, 1166|A leaf in the wind. 1166|I have drunk of the fire, ======================================== SAMPLE 45460 ======================================== 16452|Whom I would now have taken not. If, as old Pindar told, 16452|The gods in wrath would punish him whom they love, 16452|This sentence be of use, if e'er the Grecians learn 16452|To ask the Gods to be their friend; to whom, perchance, 16452|The gods may give some pity, or excuse the crime. 16452|Yet shall the Gods, the people, and myself 16452|Be the first on whom thy vengeance fall, shall he 16452|Who will not fear thee; shall the Gods who love thee 16452|Themselves with all the Gods, and if my mind 16452|Are with thee, who know I not, and they who know 16452|And know me, he shall meet the vengeance which falls 16452|Responsive from the Gods; for if not, some part 16452|Shall in the sky, not other world, be first, 16452|And vengeance be the lot of Hector here, 16452|Whom all in Troy will seek to save; so blame not me. 16452|But that thou mayst not, therefore, thyself despise 16452|In silence, stay me with thy speech; if I 16452|To this severe rebuke, and not make known 16452|Myself, the Sire of the Olympian heights 16452|Shall judge. Should he find I am, to fight 16452|Waging protracted war with a defying host, 16452|Then, let it be my task to shun the fight. 16452|For in the battle we are both of us 16452|Inferior, I, the more so, at thy hands 16452|More than my brethren, nor from war is he 16452|Made fugitive. To him now and in his halls 16452|He will command the warlike sons of Greece 16452|To meet their doom, and his victorious band 16452|Shall give him vengeance. All the Argives, each 16452|Shall bear a sword from my hand, (the first which yet 16452|Was wrought;) my courage shall it so empower. 16452|For in my father's house I know the Gods, 16452|And from our fathers hold them, who are sons 16452|Of Olympian Zeus, and of the River-god 16452|Ynes; in our own we Olympian Jove 16452|Conjectures, in his solemn council held 16452|Between Olympias and his son Orion. 16452|Him who hath left his golden city far 16452|From Ida to the mountains to return 16452|By night to Sparta after his absence there 16452|Of the Achaians filled with grief and rage, 16452|And whom the Trojans, to the fleet resort'd 16452|At break of day, they knew him not; for he 16452|Had gone to banishment. My father dear 16452|Came to your fleet, and to Olympian Jove 16452|Approach'd, and with his brother and with him, 16452|His consort and his son, resolved to save 16452|The city of Priam. But the Gods, in reason, 16452|Set up a barrier at their own command, 16452|That no hostile force (so they willed) might pass 16452|Through the barriers, nor to Hector fly 16452|The stubborn fight. On this the war arose 16452|Between the son of Panthus and myself. 16452|But, Peleus' son! thy voice and face forbear 16452|Forsooth, to speak thy mind; forbear! for thou 16452|Hast dared to use, both at home and in the field, 16452|Thine unsupplied, the aid of thy heroic youth. 16452|Yet let him fall, who dared thee thus to wrong; 16452|But now, let him who saves, to him repaid. 16452|So saying, she turn'd away, and on her lips 16452|The quiver he gave her, and at Hector's feet 16452|Detained it. Then she drew the trenchant spear, 16452|A herald, Phylides, by the name of Jove, 16452|The son of Saturn sent into her arms. 16452|Then from the ships they, united, from the walls 16452|Of rich Pherae, Pheia's sons, and the tow'rs 16452|Of Pha ======================================== SAMPLE 45470 ======================================== 19385|For he'll surely come back to his mother. 19385|My name is Johnnie, I am a scalliant, 19385|I am the colour of pleasure-seeing; 19385|I sail on the high seas, I sail o'er the billow, 19385|And my home is among the islands. 19385|When the evening deepens over the waters, 19385|And the sun sinks down in the western waters, 19385|And the moon rises o'er the western billows; 19385|And it's time that we a-sailed away to a storm-cruising; 19385|Then we all, o'er the wide deep, we row in pairs, 19385|And row till the deep we can hardly hear; 19385|It's a wondrous journey, a voyage of wonder! 19385|And, dear Johnnie, we've reached the wildest waters! 19385|But, Johnnie, we understand it! o'er the billows 19385|We've found a strange river, it flows and it flows; 19385|And we all row in pairs, and row, and row, 19385|For fear it were a river of fire! 19385|But the fire was a river, it's called Lomond; 19385|But the river is the mighty Eirian; 19385|They flow on together, they flow round and round; 19385|And we all row in pairs, and row, and row, 19385|And fear not a flood to come so near. 19385|But the river is a river of gold, 19385|We've learned that it flows 'mong ancient hills; 19385|With a beauty we cannot fathom it; 19385|For ever, with a murmur as sweet, 19385|It moves and it murmurs to the hills. 19385|It flows on, it flows round and round; 19385|And so row, and row, and row. 19385|There's a river in Brittany 19385|It flows down to the sea, 19385|And it is the Danube's stream, 19385|'Neath whose mighty waters 19385|The mountains flow, 19385|And the streams of mighty Rhine, 19385|And the Rhone and Dan, 19385|And the waters of the Danube, 19385|'Mid the rocks above, 19385|And the streams of the mighty Eifel, 19385|Flow ever towards the sun; 19385|And we row, row, row, 19385|The streams of the great river Dan, 19385|To the world's extreme. 19385|Ye River-men in Brittany, 19385|We're coming here apace; 19385|We've heard the river flow 19385|From our Father-land, 19385|And we've come back with our fame, 19385|Your praise and your din. 19385|The river is flowing on apace, 19385|And now we're all ready for land; 19385|Let us first take the ferry, 19385|And then on your vessel we'll run, 19385|Then we'll row to the waterfall, 19385|And you'll go where you please. 19385|But not to our country, 19385|Nor ever at sea, 19385|Till that is completed. 19385|We have a beautiful land here 19385|We won as we sailed away; 19385|So take of this we've gathered, 19385|And then you may trust to me. 19385|There are many beautiful things 19385|That we've plann'd in our wanderings 19385|In the name of the Master, 19385|Our guide through this wonderful world; 19385|And, oh! as we've felt the sting, 19385|We'll not shed a tear for Him. 19385|There are many beautiful hills, 19385|There are many beautiful trees; 19385|There are beautiful flowers, 19385|And many beautiful dells. 19385|But, oh! we may not forget 19385|The masters' pride and power, 19385|The great chiefs who ruled this land 19385|When we came with the blood of yours 19385|Beneath their flag in the fight. 19385|Oh! what a heart is the mighty heart 19385|That's beating the beat of the battle's course 19385|When the red flag is ======================================== SAMPLE 45480 ======================================== 13650|The children were well and happy, 13650|And, all the time, the cats and dogs 13650|Did make their hair look long and black. 13650|And one day, as the rain poured down, 13650|They thought it would be a very good idea 13650|To see if they could tumble out of the window, 13650|And get into the stable, which lay close at hand; 13650|And, as the door was close and strong enough, 13650|Cats and dogs did at each other rush and run. 13650|"They can't tumble out!" cried the girls and boys. 13650|"It's safe enough here, with the dogs and cats: 13650|They will be safe and happy all the while; 13650|And this dear baby boy, with his lovely whisk, 13650|Will never be a little tired, when he gets to Nine Towns." 13650|While it was thus, and while they could not be moved, 13650|The children were all of them in a frenzy; 13650|But an old man dressed in sheepskin, and armed only with a cane, 13650|And a pair of old boots, and a tattered dress, 13650|Came with a basket and went knocking about the place, 13650|And carried off some milk, and cooked it for the children; 13650|While the bellows and the sheep-dog barker, with much noise and much ado, 13650|Tumbled all the sheep into the stable, and put out all the beef; 13650|Till, by and by, the others came, and the day did completely fail, 13650|And the milk and the butter and the potatoes they were going to eat; 13650|And that was the end of that particular day. 13650|Now, in my next I shall take place a schoolgirl and a man. 13650|The schoolgirl would be the daughter of the man, 13650|And the children would be very old and very well grown, 13650|While the man would be the son of the woman who was passing by. 13650|"It's no use," she cried, "looking as young as you can, 13650|With the same effect as smoking--aching nerves in the head, 13650|That never has found out the use of ever since." 13650|So the schoolgirl began in chorus, "Shall we go down, 13650|With the man with the fatherly air, 13650|Down into the water-vines, that grow 13650|In the sunshine by the water side 13650|Of that gloomy track where the rails are spread?" 13650|But the men refused, and the row proceeds apace, 13650|And now there is an angry squall 13650|From the young women, and a general din, 13650|And the man, he is in his glory, as the breeze 13650|Slops the sand from his wings. He strides ahead,-- 13650|Straight as the dew, or as the gleam 13650|Of a new morning, that breaks on the flower. 13650|But, alas! with his manly strength he crushes down, 13650|Bruised and bruised and quite scared, 13650|Most like to break his cap--so poor he is! 13650|The schoolgirl, laughing, says, "Now you see, 13650|I am the woman who has lived, 13650|Sorely suffering in unmeaning sort 13650|Like you as a woman, in spite 13650|Of what the men said, in spite of their talk. 13650|Though I might be a woman of the head with you, 13650|No, nothing of the sort. 13650|"Why, if you asked me to be what we call 13650|Men's friend, with your very best intention, 13650|I think I should be glad to be what you call 13650|But a woman's friend. 13650|"But if you only wished, 13650|And it seemed to you as it does to me, 13650|To have a woman's voice in our choir, 13650|Then you'd get music and poetry, 13650|And your singing would make the most discord 13650|With the manly music that I sing, 13650|And I should not be what you think I am, 13650|Or what you think I should be." 13650|And the man replied, "You shall play the ======================================== SAMPLE 45490 ======================================== 26199|The fowler and the hunter, all men of worth 26199|And men who love the woods, who in the field and grove 26199|Do battle, and who with good results prevail. 26199|"If the young fowl be free?" I said--"for the sake 26199|Of them who have no homes but woodland-ways." 26199|"Where are they?" I asked, "and where are they gone?"-- 26199|"Where every year new birds are born." Yet they 26199|Are left alone in their old woodland havens, 26199|In homes of their own. Then if the bird be free." 26199|They are not free!"--"Then let the living birds return 26199|Where they were wont to warble." They return 26199|From the blue hills of their hills, and from their homes 26199|To make themselves again, and to keep their homes-- 26199|To keep their homes in use, and to take their lives: 26199|To take their lives for service, and to give 26199|Their lives in service of the world. 26199|A man, in truth, might say: 26199|"A good man's a fool in time of trouble for aye, 26199|But in time of need the wise man makes the fool." 26199|"The wisest of the wise men--the wise man never lies. 26199|I'd ask him in a trice--and what would he say?" 26199|The fool is a good fellow and will say the truth, 26199|But the wisest of the wise men--the wisest of the wise men-- 26199|He will give his body to the sword and die. 26199|When the wind blows all day and is merry with the woods, 26199|And the rain beats--and is sad for the trees; 26199|When the winds begin, and the rains are scarce, 26199|And the water runs, and the watercourse falls; 26199|When he sees the forest all wet-smothered, 26199|Mellowed in winter's sultry glow-- 26199|Then, poor fool, he grieves, but not as those 26199|Who in trouble and anguish go mad. 26199|He sees the barren oak-tree, and the withered leaf; 26199|He sees the grey stone fence, and hears the bugle note 26199|Of march through mist and over the snow, 26199|While he thinks of all things to be--that's his wares; 26199|He seeks for an hour in the darkness of June, 26199|Then yields up his body to be sold. 26199|When the moon comes out in the morning, and the wild birds run 26199|O'er the trees--and the fields are cleared of their hoary 26199|flocks of frozen hay-- 26199|When out of the darkness of the woods, the white-tailed deer, 26199|With a jocund gallop-- 26199|The huntsman sees the fool of his coming-- 26199|And thinks how he may best surprise; 26199|He turns and, thinking, goes to the woods;-- 26199|For a moment he spies the fool of his ways, 26199|And marks the shape of him in the shade; 26199|But, with eyes cast wide, he wishes that heart, 26199|Though a fool in his efforts to please, 26199|Had died where nature and delight were, 26199|For a goodly price at least was his blood, 26199|Brought to enrich a vile thing of clay. 26199|The moon comes out in the morning and wild birds cry, 26199|With a jocund gallop--the rain beat down on their wings. 26199|As the wind beat on their wings--and the rain beat down, 26199|And the gale and the wind--and the rain bore them on, 26199|And the gale and the winds--who their sorrow soon 26199|Would utter for evermore-- 26199|Bore away alive, each in his own way, 26199|To the heart of the woods--to the heart of the woods. 26199|Away goes the fool who would be away. 26199|Away goes the fool who would go far away. 26199|The trees are in their autumn array, 26199|No man now hopes to see the wilding rose; 26199|And as ======================================== SAMPLE 45500 ======================================== 615|In whom he felt a fond and ardent care; 615|And, when the knight beheld the warrior near, 615|(If he were not the proud Lote), with shame and dread, 615|That there so goodly he had been espied, 615|He wept and, like a little boy, would have died. 615|"So well is he known, the warrior takes him in, 615|And that a knight so goodly, his excuse 615|Makes, if he could, of his own honour sore: 615|And he, with joy, in all that warrior sings, 615|"In order to this man am I acquainted: 615|I was a messenger from his goodly ear; 615|But who, in this, had never such discourse, 615|That here our speech, though brief, I would adorn; 615|Because he is an only son, and known 615|By his imperial father; with him said 615|The cruel, in that warrior's ear concealed, 615|In cruel deed, the royal damsel slew. 615|"Where is not found the land where him I view 615|By every person told, that he was born, 615|With certain friends whom he has honoured well, 615|And honoured most, of whom not even he, 615|The boldest, and most prudent, has not heard? 615|Who all that news, and I, in secret read, 615|Have borne, at night with the goodly sword, 615|And now the knight has put the rest to shame. 615|"Of the fair land I hear how he is gone, 615|And of the news that follow: and in sooth 615|They tell me that 'tis this same day his fall, 615|Who made all war, and conquered all that fought. 615|So be his fame, his noble name, and peer, 615|That to my people so the issue flow, 615|That if he do not rise from out the grave, 615|That his is buried (which much dread would be): 615|But shall I speak of that, -- to-day shall be 615|A happy day, so is my thought fulfilled. 615|"Of him to whom my thought is fix'd to bring, 615|Who doth possess this royal court of fame, 615|'Tis to the monarch -- for I knew his name -- 615|I know, that when of me we two shall meet, 615|He, if he be a monarch, will not faint. 615|But if I see by what I hear, I know 615|But little what he would, nor who am I. 615|"If I shall tell his fortune or his name, 615|(And I by his example shall forego 615|All mean apportionment, lest it be thought) 615|The duke to whom I will allure my care, 615|Will well reward me ere I further speak; 615|And if I tell you that he is my foe, 615|And has this matter in his heart to smite, 615|He will defend me till I prove by might 615|I was not false in any such report. 615|" 'Tis not for me to say 'thou didst; and yet, 615|If he be false, thou mayst believe me now. 615|And if I say he is, I have no need 615|To fear withal; for if he be not, I 615|May, with my sword, overcome him by my foe. 615|"If to such a warrior I should bear my pain, 615|'Tis for that he shall have more praise than me; 615|And if my fault I in him should miscarry, 615|Then I from him will take the greater part. 615|He should not need for trial to defend 615|His person, that if him I should unrobe, 615|In my own skin he should me wound, without 615|Me other sin; so that I only sore 615|Shall pay the forfeit of his body here. 615|"Yet him in his return, 'twould seem, for speed 615|Had put the damsel in another way; 615|To her his arms she did not dare to fold, 615|Nor place her head between them; -- but with view 615|That he might carry her to France, should fly. 615|For she, in such like case, would see her peer 615|Beside her carry-bare, and lay a new 615|Vessel upon the ======================================== SAMPLE 45510 ======================================== 615|With all that wealth, which he had lost before. 615|Yet had not from his head the heresiarch 615|Been shorn, nor had these arms and shield and crest 615|Been turned to other shape, the warrior sore 615|Desirous, must return again to view 615|The knights that to his palace had pursued. 615|With all his martial arms and weapons he 615|Was in all weapons forced, for he must win 615|The field, or he would lose his lance and sword; 615|And for the lance, in which so famed a knight 615|Had lusted for such glory, all must share, 615|So well for such an one as he was bent. 615|Of that loud voice the loudest was the heed 615|He afforded to its great and lordliest lay, 615|Which in and out, to such a distance drew, 615|As might be heard, in one of these loud cries, 615|-- 'Twas from the heart of Charlemagne's ensign, 615|Which, when it heard Rogero's voice, the knight 615|Marking, from those stern looks refulgent view, 615|Beholded was well nigh all his sovereign's peers. 615|With this at the right shoulder he descends, 615|And to the right and left the knights embrace; 615|But in the middle he reclined his blade: 615|Rogero's arms and all their worth so praised, 615|The monarch's heart was such the joy it took. 615|By their first lord and by the next he prest; 615|Who that more near each other were, no more 615|Did the first arm the lance and shield divide; 615|Nor with the second parted, save as reft 615|By some of those great ones, who made end; 615|And thus of various deeds themselves had wrought, 615|Had not King Rodomont the battle taught. 615|This while the good Rinaldo on his side 615|Began the fierce assault so rash to wage, 615|He, when the foeman's heart was all aflame, 615|Was by Rogero (who his lance received) 615|Encountered: not in warlike measure, he 615|And he in civil speech the same were wonted. 615|But now his sword no longer would he wield, 615|And, when within his breast Rogero spake, 615|He to his bosom with such fury rolled, 615|As to its highest pitch could well induce. 615|"This is the sword that never yet by me 615|Was wielded," (exclaimed the valiant cavalier) 615|"By day nor night; but ne'er by you to know. 615|What shall we do? what hope? What vengeance now? 615|Since in our camp lies Calahor's duke, and Duke, 615|At arms, Rogero, who has lost his life." 615|But he Rogero's hand, that grasped his glove, 615|Cleft with the warrior's sabre straight to ground; 615|And in his fury to the warrior runs, 615|Leaps on his horse, and takes the steed on wing. 615|As he is borne away by storm of wind, 615|This is the horse which swift Rogero makes: 615|With that the fierce and angry cavalier 615|Is borne, and thus the noble order breaks. 615|What else of him nor what he will display, 615|Nor what might render him alive or sound, 615|'Twould ever be uncertain, he but showed 615|What he will wear: his haughty mien displayed, 615|And in that fury, for he knew what art 615|Could give him life, he dons his double head, 615|And on his bosom, as a knight might wear 615|A sword, his helm, and with her arms to match, 615|Wears all in such and such a act combined: 615|Himself beside his horse unharmed retains; 615|He only is in thoughtless error dead. 615|He, when he has the field by favour won, 615|Cleft from the field his courser and his load. 615|Rinaldo's horse to save, Rogero hies, 615|And comes to Portingale, where he is bred. 615|Rogero, that so ill had done his peer, 615|For that fatal fault, in a safe retreat 615|Was ======================================== SAMPLE 45520 ======================================== 1304|Whistling as they fare, 1304|Goes round and round the village, 1304|To and fro 1304|Swelling the dreary riffles, 1304|Hanging the head 1304|Heavy with dull silence, 1304|Sorrowful the hearth-fire, 1304|The eyes' brim 1304|Sunk and drowsily closing. 1304|But ah! the village's dwelling, 1304|And ah! so lonely is she! 1304|Whose is she, for whom she waits, 1304|Hiding in the lonely hedge 1304|Between the dreary ripples? 1304|O, the long, long years have made her 1304|A friend in need, 1304|An elder in need, 1304|A mother in need,-- 1304|And now she waits for me! 1304|But ah! she's gone far away, 1304|Or she's become enfeebled, 1304|Or, lost by life and love-- 1304|I wait, and wish--she's not come. 1304|I wait as waits a traveller 1304|In hope of hearing her voice 1304|In the cold house with the windows darkening, 1304|In hope of her the singer's voice; 1304|And though she came not to me more, 1304|There's hope at heart for me that she's gone. 1304|I wait but as I wait 1304|That she may come again 1304|At call to join the choir; 1304|For though she pass away, 1304|I shall be with her still, 1304|And hold her high and sing 1304|A song for her dear sake, 1304|For ever shalt thou be with me! 1304|O, the old churchyard lies between! 1304|There she, thy mother, sleeps 1304|And there thy father's marble wall 1304|Lies like a mantle white. 1304|There in the churchyard lies he 1304|Who of his life was young, 1304|And he is gone into death's night. 1304|But I shall be with thee 1304|And hold thy hand in mine, 1304|For we have leave to go 1304|To the sacred fold to meet 1304|In prayer that the end may be 1304|A peace on earth for thee, 1304|A hope for Earth and Heaven-- 1304|The end of suffering, good-will, and trust in man! 1304|I go to the place where the tombstone reads: 1304|--'He went hence a better man than we were.' 1304|O, my heart! I go, but what shall I see 1304|When I come back? 1304|How will the earth toiled and passed away 1304|In earth's old mould? 1304|Gone the children that were and gone the friends 1304|That were to argue and fight for the cause-- 1304|The young, the old, the gifted, the gifted youths, 1304|The good, the old, the good youths that went to die; 1304|The fair, the foul, the tarnished, and all-too proud 1304|Who for the truth in their hearts were willing to give; 1304|How will life,--what will life be like when we're dust, 1304|Can we stay bound with a fetter, laden with pain 1304|For the sake of a tyrant, or strive to free 1304|The freedom that the tyrant only can buy? 1304|What of our children, those that were made to live, 1304|And those that were meant to die? 1304|What of peace from a patriot and a king? 1304|And the dream that lightens like a morning in the dark-- 1304|Peace from a little one at the foot of my bed, 1304|The little baby, laughing, lying on my breast? 1304|O, my heart! O, my heart! 1304|That look, that baby smile, 1304|How will your love make you sore? 1304|The old grey wall will laugh at your distress, 1304|The old grey wall will laugh at your despair; 1304|The old grey wall will not scorn to forget 1304|The labour of years with a smile on its face. 1304|And even when you ======================================== SAMPLE 45530 ======================================== 20|With all things perfect, fit for Gods elect, 20|The perfect image of Him whose glorious head 20|Dwelt in this neat Sanctuarie, to whom 20|In one Celestial City all his works 20|Incoronate, and no least ornament. 20|Here also, as I have relateren told, 20|The King of Glory from his Throne of Gold 20|Hath raisd, and with him many Saints and Angels 20|Gathered; they did make him empassionate 20|With regard of labouring day long night, 20|That with exertion often sore bemoan 20|His labouring Son, but still in loue hunt 20|Of his eternal loue; by whose exertiement 20|Vocifering He by day and slumber untied 20|Gave His owne self at last actual Loue, 20|By which He ately self employed in cheerne 20|And meek revengement; yet still expect 20|Tending a worke, and feeding still the same 20|In imitateness of his Omnipotence, 20|King Divine omnipotent; for He of late, 20|Loue-tenth against his enemies most appeers, 20|Bidding assur'd in aid of his vnstead arms, 20|Not unprofessd, but puissd with meek submiss 20|The work of his Maker, in that day of Warr 20|Meeting twenty twelue thousand strong 20|His Power, which then happie happie He fram'd. 20|Soone as He was met, straight before the Face 20|Of Heavn He stood and touzled of his might 20|Gravely appeaz'd, and cried, Lo insha'ly reach 20|Which of you is greatest, him most I fear. 20|He ceast: and from his hand received a Cup 20|Of Abelard, and thus them neither feard 20|Nor awe within the Outer Heau'n to lye. 20|O glorious Son, to whom my unerRigh teem, 20|What thou hast sayst, avisSamuel, be thine. 20|This didst thou sayst, but leeing thy self avis 20|Expect to have full possesse of so proud a height. 20|O thou most obedient, meekely pleasd 20|Thy King with thy goodnesse, and my loue to prove, 20|That to thy empresse thou vp may'st obstrude 20|Thy fauour; if that thy punishment be measure, 20|That is not hard, but that so thou mayest learne, 20|The hardnesse of it hard be endured. 20|So saying, he held his lu'd obiect fast, 20|Nor leauing up nor liue unto his charge, 20|But in the centre self-centred of the fixt, 20|By long trial how it pleasd his fau'th 20|To rest, and how it pleasd him that he shoulde 20|Rise up for caution to his selfe at last, 20|After long tortures of chastity; which rose 20|So suddenly to such a high empassion, 20|To higher praise, that the first sound of that name, 20|The first sight of it, seem'd paind to many; 20|But hee that was by pains imagin'd sore, 20|His owne self seemed to him lou'd more than he; 20|Nor was his eare hush'd of Loue, he thought nought 20|But what he was touzling: so he rose sughaund 20|And liue in eas, and loyall did appeare. 20|As when a man, who for delight of toyle 20|Doth ofttimes ren these wonted bounds abuse, 20|Leaues up from his bath, treading the flocke 20|Vpon his limmes rearing, which ere them arrioue, 20|Leauing their eie, with sughaunds he suspends 20|His breath, and as hee leaues, their breath too toucheth, 20|That hee thus breathinn they seemd as they were happie, 20|Faire females and faire youths, that seemd in sight 20|Of him that them adorne, so the same proced'd 20|Th' un ======================================== SAMPLE 45540 ======================================== 1166|Or a little red-roofed house of the house which shall be 1166|The seat of the Lord of a thousand hosts. 1166|It stands upon hill-steeps, and the fields beneath its walls are 1166|blossomed with light. 1166|It is a tower of might. 1166|And its gate is a pillar of brass. 1166|It was built by the hands of the Lord on a certain day long ago 1166|When the Lord called out from the darkness of the desert and the fire, 1166|From the graves of the dead. 1166|In its tower we shall sit and listen, 1166|And we shall see and hear. 1166|Hark! The winds in their glee 1166|Listen and sing in our ears; 1166|We shall think what the world was like 1166|Before the Lord was born! 1166|Shatter the tower! 1166|Make it one link 1166|Of bare strength with bare, 1166|With bare metal with bare, 1166|With bare strength upon bare, 1166|With bare metal without! 1166|Shatter the tower! 1166|Let it fall in the sea! 1166|Lift up out of the sea! 1166|Shatter the tower! 1166|Build it up again on the sea! 1166|The tower in the wilderness 1166|Shall ring to the breaking of day, 1166|Ring out of the wilderness 1166|And the sea! 1166|I saw an eagle soar to the stars. 1166|He saw the moon shining bright 1166|By the sea-bars. There he took his flight; 1166|Up higher than the moon he ran. 1166|I saw an eagle soar to the stars. 1166|He saw the very light of the sun. 1166|He saw the stars that shone above. 1166|Up higher than the sun he ran! 1166|I saw an eagle soar to the stars. 1166|He saw the stars. The stars were all about. 1166|He saw his soul . . . But the eagle was dead. 1166|I saw a star, a star in space, 1166|A star in the space of the night. 1166|I saw his soul. But the star was gone. 1166|Come, my little girl. Come and hold me, 1166|For I am very old to-day. 1166|And you have many things to do. I've much to do. 1166|I'm sure I always wanted to be a nun. 1166|I have a beautiful sister, Mary. Come in. 1166|A nun should be very modest, but I say 1166|That is not always true. You know you kept a painting, 1166|And wished I would paint it too, Mary. 1166|I do not know. I love painting. 1166|And are you going to be a nun, Mary? 1166|You did well to give it up. 1166|But I am glad it is all over. 1166|A nun is always proud to lose her vow. 1166|It is not good, you say, to paint nude, Mary. 1166|I wish I was a nun, Mary. I really. 1166|You are old and wrinkled and not as bright 1166|As I ought to be. I'm glad you are a nun. 1166|I am glad you are a nun. 1166|You never learn much of books. 1166|I wish I was a nun. 1166|You seem very timid. 1166|Do you live in a house with another woman? 1166|The house? 1166|Why, yes. 1166|But I never call. The nuns always talk. 1166|I do not need to beg. 1166|You wear gray silks. 1166|How I wish you would, Mary. 1166|I always see you wear your curls, Mary. 1166|I can't go out in the rain unless they are wet. 1166|I see you riding on a purple horse. 1166|You think I am a coward because I have 1166|No cloak. 1166|I have a dress: 1166|It has a button to keep out the wind. 1166|You have a little purse-- ======================================== SAMPLE 45550 ======================================== 18500|A' for ae face, or a' for ae heid, 18500|The waefu' wame o' my bairn; 18500|But though the auld, brown earth we maun mak 18500|A' graves in our ain countrie, 18500|Its gien us nooa miles 18500|To dwell wi' love or life, 18500|While my ain bairn maun live. 18500|And the saut tear glinnin' blitter 18500|A's through my ain chaps an' rings, 18500|The joy, the pride maun blaze, 18500|As we row through a' the wood! 18500|Fain wad I be, as I have been, 18500|By my ain bairns been understood; 18500|I ken they thocht I was na slack, 18500|And mony are furen wi' me! 18500|But I've heard and releast it sair, 18500|I'll tak my mither's auld aith; 18500|But I'm aye tak' on me, 18500|Fain wad I be, as I have been! 18500|But weel's I ken, I'm as sound, 18500|As I was a year ago; 18500|But sair it seems, they'll ne'er get me, 18500|For I'm aye tak' on me! 18500|I'll ne'er laugh at a' my gentry, 18500|Nor yet molest the honest man; 18500|But weel I'll judge wha's the best, 18500|And a' thing's sae, I'm aye tak' on me! 18500|And I'll aye tak that for my sakes, 18500|My ain man, wha bargains with me! 18500|For, wha for her mang's sake wad du'? 18500|Or blin'? or boer? or lauch? or wink? 18500|Or spunk? or noo; but that's my thought-- 18500|And that's the thought I vaited that day! 18500|I saw a bride upon a hill, 18500|And a mither on a cow-- 18500|The watterpudding is in my stomach, 18500|To think she hauds a bargain. 18500|We hae been true flutt'ring sinners, 18500|For our ain cloth-coat ne'er was furr; 18500|Nae mite the plaid upon our backs, 18500|Nor bonnet too high for our heads; 18500|Wi' their fatt'ning shapes and fowlers on, 18500|We ne'er wad mind wi' a' our kin'. 18500|But now she's a fair mountie, as I said, 18500|Her bonnet she wad hae sheen to see; 18500|Sae that I've a thought for an auld-farrant: 18500|She maun gang awa'--and I'm her ain! 18500|Ye banks, and braes, and streams around Silver Meadows, 18500|How serene are they, and how lovingly serene, 18500|The scenes of lovely native idleness! 18500|The scenes of fond delicious youth! 18500|The beauties of Creation! 18500|There, in the heat of the moment, 18500|In the flash of the future, 18500|In the moment, on the breast of Nature throwing forth 18500|Her fav'rite fancies, 18500|She meets his image from his birth, 18500|And bids him enjoy her! 18500|She bids him, fond, despise her, 18500|And fondly envy her; 18500|And he obeys her bid, 18500|And they two dwell together 18500|As one!--And how sweet are their greetin's, 18500|How sweet are the songs they sing! 18500|O how perfect are their glances! 18500|How calm their bosoms, their looks suffuse! 18500|How pure and sweet their thoughts, how sincere, how sincere, 18500|The hearts of the young Lunenburgs! 18500|How fondly those smiles and those glances dote! 18500|In the heart of the maiden they charm, their ======================================== SAMPLE 45560 ======================================== 4010|The fountains were, beneath their sides, 4010|Where some had sung, ere dawn of day, 4010|Some in the shadows of the bowers, 4010|Some through the sunlight's radiant ray. 4010|And now the heralds came to take 4010|The oath the King should bear away; 4010|Whence, next, they brought a golden key, 4010|With gems of dazzling dyes and mocks; 4010|And held on high, in crystal urns, 4010|That gem--and more--the Queen's hand bore, 4010|As if to bind to earth the soul 4010|Of his departed queen. 4010|The King, with anxious thought, looked back, 4010|And well his eye might clearly see 4010|The dark-blue wave still lingering near; 4010|Then all his thoughts and senses gone, 4010|He sank upon a mossy stone; 4010|Till, lifting thus his arms in prayer, 4010|He rose with sudden wakeful start. 4010|The waves were rising fast; 4010|His voice was faint and feverish; 4010|The heart within him quivering - 4010|And the grave stone raised at his woe. 4010|"O God, who knowest and canst, 4010|As I have often said, 4010|What men's needs, and what their ways, 4010|Make such strange, unsatisfied, 4010|The very night my soul is rove, 4010|While a strange hope, that once had smiled, 4010|Burns in my weak, faint soul, 4010|My dying thought to me returns: 4010|Lord Christ, thy holy name and grace, 4010|Pray for me now, God, I pray. 4010|For, by that hand, that now so near, 4010|That eye of azure, lovelier far, 4010|All my sinful spirit's ray 4010|Was, to its lowest, mightiest hour, 4010|Struck, and is stilled. 4010|"Thy Son, my Saviour, whom I follow, 4010|Of the Church his mother bore, 4010|The only good and true, 4010|Is thrust beneath a censer's heave, 4010|With him or others slain; 4010|And to this hour I am his blood, 4010|And his poor wife's--or that 4010|Were Heaven but half as good as Heaven, 4010|All Heaven would cease to be. 4010|The Church's wild, riotous grief, 4010|The sorrows of her widowed sway, 4010|The sad, loud, discordant prayer, 4010|Which crowned her Saviour's feet, 4010|Were all in him. 4010|Yet, though his own poor heart, with tears, 4010|Had oft been dimm'd and hid from him; 4010|And oft, with Christ's sad soul, 4010|Had sought his blessed rest, 4010|Yet, hadst thou lived, and been to him, 4010|'Twere then the happy day 4010|When Heaven should fold her grief and pain, 4010|From her wild passions free 4010|In silence, peace, and love." 4010|No more, no more his lips gave vent 4010|To murmurs still and tender; 4010|As if no more his life could bear 4010|Those heavy heavy burdens; 4010|But at the last no voice he heard 4010|To break his broken sleep. 4010|The sunbeam kissed the brow and hair 4010|That drooped so low above the dew, 4010|And, softly stealing on, 4010|Stole through the linden boughs the charm 4010|Of her soft eyes, her face, her cheek; 4010|In their calm, tranquil slumber, 4010|And through the flower-buzzed hour 4010|Of eve was seen that angel calm, 4010|So soft, and gracious, and reverent, 4010|As when at her Saviour's feet 4010|She lay, and murmured: 4010|"Oh, what a happy, glorious sight 4010|To see the Queen of Eve! 4010|Of her is said to be a blessing, 4010|As when ======================================== SAMPLE 45570 ======================================== 27129|The air and the ground are all the world to me, 27129|I have as free a right to 'scape from it as earth; 27129|No one thing I can think of but another-- 27129|I could bear all our pleasures and pains all day, 27129|I should be all too happy and full of pleasure, 27129|Had I nae more than a kye worth of money. 27129|I will sit and live on the mountain till I die (says I), 27129|'My name's Jones, and a gude friend to the devil, 27129|And a true friend to the devil's enemy is he; 27129|And we'll leave the plague of the world a couple o'three; 27129|For the love of the gude gods I shall be as free as they.' 27129|There was none to support her but old Miss M'Kenzie, 27129|And none to support her but little Mary Blane, 27129|And they both died on the tree upon the green-wood-side, 27129|And we made a song to the running of a steed. 27129|'Why weep ye by the tide, ladie? 27129|You're not to blame at the feasts that ye spoil.' 27129|'I'm neither blamed nor stoled for feasts that I go; 27129|The merle dies in a better way.' 27129|'I never was but when I went to church, ladie, 27129|And all the while I was there were two on the wall, 27129|Saying, "What shall we eat today tonight?" 27129|I'll make one that shall be the worst it can be, 27129|If she shall but let her hunger alone.' 27129|'Come hither, come hither, my pet, 27129|Come and see my dear, my little pet!' 27129|'She is as sweet and flitter as ever you be; 27129|And she is as kind to neighbours as I.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|Thy lord is gone forth to the south, 27129|Into the dale where no one knows. 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|He goes to win a lady fair; 27129|But all of us have love--and more.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|'We'll sing to thee a simple song; 27129|And if thou'lt not be at home, 27129|We'll meet at any place where men may meet: 27129|Forget not, love, our marriage day.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|'Alas! I do not know the way; 27129|We come, for it is thine to know.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|'We'll sing thee a simple song; 27129|We'll not leave thee to doubt or fear.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|'It will not answer nor complain; 27129|The night comes on; thy lover is gone.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|'We'll sing thee a simple song; 27129|When thou wilt, there is room enough.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|Thy lord is gone forth to die; 27129|I'll kiss thy tender lips of red; 27129|Thy cheeks are red, but thy heart is white.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, what dost thou here?-- 27129|I saw that in his old shirt coat 27129|A lass stood out in the wind; 27129|And her hair glinted through the coat-- 27129|And when the rain came, it brought her; 27129|And she loved him more than he loves his wife.' 27129|Wanderer, warden, whither do ye roam?-- 27129|'I'm going up the dale; 27129|There's a man that is just like my old master; 27129|I'm a wife now as his wife was never; 27129|We've bred our ======================================== SAMPLE 45580 ======================================== 1393|With its deep-browed thoughts, the little one. 1393|The night I saw, when my friend's 1393|Beads like drops of the evening-air, that gleam 1393|Upon his brow, fell, 1393|And we, with a joy that we will never know, 1393|Dawned, and in its breath 1393|A sweet and strange remembrance rose; and the tree 1393|With its dark roots in the sun-bathed grasses was stirring. 1393|We went to meet the stranger, I, where he stood, 1393|For he had no voice but all of us: I, 1393|With my friend, who could not move, but me, 1393|And he, who felt the heart of the land that he loved; 1393|Then the light shone on the trees, and the grasses stirred. 1393|Till, as from his bowery couch, the dear man cried, 1393|With a smile that illumed me, 1393|'I am a man, and I shall go!' 'Go, if ye will, 1393|But I shall make you 1393|The life that ye love.' And I took him by the hand, 1393|Towards the sea-shore, as silent and dark, 1393|As the sea-wall that lies 1393|Between my friend and me, in this our little isle: 1393|And we went forth, with a joy that I shall never know, 1393|When the sun and the moon 1393|Sang at the ends of the earth, and a world's heart beat 1393|At the sounds, and the light 1393|Rose and fell through the world, and a glory and glory, 1393|And the sea was all one; and one heard the sea-breeze; 1393|And in all the vast and boundless sea of our love there was no day 1393|Whittling of a stone, 1393|Whittling of a grain, 1393|Or building the ship; 1393|As if we had heard once; and the sun, and the moon, 1393|And the sea danced, and smiled, 1393|Like a spirit, through the hour; 1393|And the joy in each breathing life went up from the earth, 1393|Lapping its waves to the sky, 1393|As it had done in the past. 1393|The sun stood at his height, 1393|The stars wheeled round; 1393|The world's last hour had come, and at last was gone. 1393|As he stood, in the dawn of the morning, for a little, 1393|And the moon came glazing round him, as he leaned out, 1393|He had thought of his little one, and the old of his line, 1393|Whom he had loved in his days, and he thought of his daughter, 1393|Who with rosy lips had long had smiled upon him; 1393|And he longed like the rest of his people, to raise the lub'nin' 1393|Whene'er they raised the mare; 1393|And he said, 'I am a man, and I shall go.' 'Go, if ye will, 1393|But I shall leave you here, a thing of dust in your fields, 1393|But I think that your heart shall break one day.' 1393|And the day came, and the night with its weary ere 1393|The breath of the wind broke, and the light fled, 1393|And the dew-mist hid the sun; 1393|And the dew-mist came down upon him, as he stood on the shore, 1393|And the dew that was parted no misty veil between. 1393|And he saw, where he had been, 1393|How the sea had grown and the land grown out of his sight, 1393|And the earth he had conquered by towered, as the crown of the land 1393|Of the land that had borne him, and the strength of his soul! 1393|Then he went out on the sea, 1393|And the ship went down; 1393|And he stood, with his hands in his hair, on the sea-shore, 1393|And the land, like the world, lay far at hand; 1393|And he thought, and wept sore 1393|For ======================================== SAMPLE 45590 ======================================== 16686|He is a goodly boy--a man of worth or of a 16686|stature: the boy may be his father or his mother, 16686|and it matters not. 16686|It is the man who is a lover of woman. 16686|The man who is a poet, a hero, a statesman, all 16686|the four in one. 16686|The man who is a poet, a statesman, a lover of woman, 16686|with the poet one set on the one hand, and the statesman on 16686|the other. 16686|The man who is a poet, a statesman, a lover of woman, 16686|with the poet both set on the one hand, and the statesman 16686|set on the other. 16686|The man who is a poet, a poet, a statesman, a lover of 16686|Woman! when you see a handsome man you make him request you 16686| 16686|to have a glimpse and say which side you sympathize with. 16686|The maid is a flower of youth who knows in her heart's 16686|household what she goes to her home. 16686|The maid is a flower of youth who, having lost her 16686|friendship with her own life, goes to a far far country in the 16686|hastening into a life of pain. 16686|The maid is a flower of youth who with the thought of her love 16686|in the heart of her heart finds a way into the heart of 16686|life, and is comforted by sorrow. 16686|You see him with the man who is not in the world, you may smile 16686|to yourself, and be happy; but when the man is not in the 16686|world, the heart is troubled when he comes to your door, and 16686|you do not smile, and feel happy, for his face is not there. 16686|You see that man with the man who is not in the world, does 16686|not know you, and will never see you with joy, because in 16686|the heart of his heart the man has no more hope, no more 16686|enlightenment, and happiness is nothing but regret. 16686|You see him with the man who is not in the world, do not 16686|try to be his friend; do not seek to make the man yourself 16686|his friend. 16686|You see him with the man who is not in the world, he is 16686|not likely give you his heart before the heart of your friend 16686|his heart. 16686|You are not likely to seek him out if you know him; you cannot 16686|see his face, you cannot hear his voice, you cannot talk to 16686|him of his kind and gentle nature. 16686|You have no chance with him. 16686|You have no chance with his children; you cannot talk of 16686|his kind and gentle nature to them. 16686|You have no chance with his wife; she is dull as the 16686|dust of a slave, and if the husband had never died--or 16686|the mother, who is but a year older than he, had died--you 16686|would not know it, and so you would do harm; and so when a 16686|friend calls upon him for his health he would never answer 16686|on your behalf, and so you would do harm. 16686|You are not likely to ask him for his health; you would do 16686|harm by doing him harm. 16686|You would never find his children with his children; you 16686|would never see his children's faces. 16686|You think of those children and never give him to his 16686|wife; and so you will never know him. 16686|He is not young; his mother died young, at sixty-three, 16686|The little girl she named him "Daphne." 16686|"He is not young! Daphne is twenty; and the year 16686|when he was born was so early that in the mother's name 16686|the child ought not of itself be born. 16686|His father lived on, an old man, while the child lay in 16686|his mother's arms," 16686|"She could not have a father. And then the daughter 16686|stirred. 16686|"No, no, she is too young. Why would ======================================== SAMPLE 45600 ======================================== 3160|Ere long I saw it glitter in her arms, 3160|The bride of sacred Jove I to the king 3160|Address'd, my sire he hears, and thus replies: 3160|"What further prayer can I make? the god 3160|Invites thee to the banquet; hear his prayer. 3160|From the black rock to the bright heaven above, 3160|Not a star may equal thee; my toil 3160|The gods have worthier objects seen; thy sire 3160|Attend, and I thy handmaid prefer!" 3160|"O prince! (returns the royal lady true!) 3160|My soul is with the gods; my eyes have seen 3160|My faithful brother at the sacred feast. 3160|The present guest, I deem him not too great 3160|(The king is wont to say) to sit so long; 3160|Thrice welcome he commands, and let him sit 3160|By us, and wait the hour of suiting then: 3160|No man, no woman, now can make us happy." 3160|With this she turn'd her lovely head; her look 3160|With gracious aspect smiled, and thus expressed 3160|The purpose that her heart inspired: 3160|"Unmeet (replied the king) my mind and will 3160|To see the godlike in a stranger's plight! 3160|For what can strangers nobly suffer there? 3160|And what could strangers from a woman give? 3160|I have a noble spouse, a daughter fair, 3160|Of age and vigour blessed, to whom I owe 3160|A share of life, the support of female woe. 3160|To visit this deserted abode we go. 3160|The queen a daughter and a wife have won: 3160|Her due attention long a godlike guest 3160|Had courteous sought, and to my palace sped." 3160|To whom the queen: "Long in a distant land 3160|If to the father's care a child were born, 3160|My heart would gaze, my eyes would view the birth, 3160|And all my hopes to heaven behold revived. 3160|But not to thee my son; a godlike guest 3160|Has little said who once was here below; 3160|And all the bliss to heaven I wish thee here, 3160|But none to heaven in such a foreign clime. 3160|But if, the guest, a native of this land 3160|(To whom a son is given by fate's decree) 3160|Thy happy lot, in grateful friendship bound, 3160|(The gods the gift in all their goodness send) 3160|Be happy yet; for he shall be thy guest, 3160|And share thy life the more: nor, friend, be proud." 3160|To whom with kind regard the youth replies: 3160|"O goddess-mother! I would learn from thee 3160|The cause which move'd thy wrath, and this request; 3160|What reason still to me appears, and why; 3160|And from thee this outrageous speech of thine." 3160|"If I of thine may speak, of all the race 3160|Of gods, of mortal men, earth's awful queen, 3160|Who knowest not or know in truth what lies, 3160|Yet will I speak: no less from a divine 3160|And goddess-mother I must allude 3160|(To whom the man beside the bed repairs; 3160|Then spoke the queen: the gods the thought obey). 3160|'Tis now my wont to bid you wish no more, 3160|And with kind care to wend your way on home; 3160|If this, or even more (if less may please) 3160|The soul of hospitality remain, 3160|For all thy heart in my commands express." 3160|To him the youth: "'Twere not, friend, to love too much; 3160|I wish not of you all: the guest deserves 3160|A dignified and decent welcome here. 3160|Me let the guests of Tyndareus receive, 3160|(In whom, alas! the godlike youth has found, 3160|That all I call his friendship I approve;) 3160|For he to all my wishes will allow.' 3160|"Aye! when to strangers, all earth ======================================== SAMPLE 45610 ======================================== 3160|A godlike stranger, that a hero might admire,3160|And mourn at home his absent love. 3160|Him of the skies a hero then may praise, 3160|Him of the waters Neptune's offspring name." 3160|With friendly words Ulysses' maid addressed: 3160|"O dear-lov'd guest! no stranger's prayer 3160|To death unreveng'd to heaven resign'd, 3160|I honour, and with generous thanks relate, 3160|Not, as in words, thy grief, but thee reliev'd." 3160|With these she chid, while Telemachus reproved 3160|With looks that glow'd with wrath, and made this reply: 3160|"Slight actions, by themselves, approve or blame, 3160|I by experience can discern at play: 3160|I hope thou wilt, when thou return'st, not mourn, 3160|But, as the gods shall, live happy evermore?" 3160|Then thus Ulysses to the dame: "Behold, 3160|The goddess doth by truth and plain declare; 3160|The best of men, from all mankind remote, 3160|Unwitting what they say to all in turn 3160|Hath he from heaven, and I my refuge found? 3160|Not all the sons of womankind in earth 3160|My lot, though sister to the gods divine, 3160|From this man are distinguish'd, who is blest 3160|With a pure soul, and mind unsullied there; 3160|Haply, I dare to judge the favour'd race, 3160|And in a second pair to see fate ordain." 3160|"Ulysses, and thou wise Asius wise, 3160|Whose arts the blessings of a virtuous wife 3160|In many a scene I now report to tell; 3160|Such wisdom should the wise be ever just; 3160|But for a faithful wife to serve a husband, 3160|The man the friend, and friend the wife esteem. 3160|A man's good fortune, and that fortune's woe, 3160|Is all my knowledge save in dreams of woe." 3160|Thus he: while the new-made bride with bashful face 3160|To the wide court returning, thus retires: 3160|"My love, O fair, no whit my choice refuse: 3160|Hail, sister! hail! the god's beloved daughter! 3160|I have not name for thee but Elpenor; 3160|The noble blood of Laertes, who lay 3160|In bitter anguish on the earth-floor deep, 3160|The woes of man can never with mine be told. 3160|My friend! but tell me; where thou liv'st is he 3160|To whom you love, your refuge, or your lord? 3160|Your father was the chief of Priam's race; 3160|Your mother, Phyloce, his old age has made 3160|Familiar from age to age, and, as he moved, 3160|Was of the ancient house your father rul'd. 3160|What is to please you? seek the future sage, 3160|And seek to know, when death to these survives, 3160|The joys to come, of lovers in their fame, 3160|On others' bliss your care, the bliss to you." 3160|"Alcestis, and thou I see no more! 3160|Thy birth, and father, in the venerable shade 3160|Of the same parent tree, with whom I bore 3160|A common mother in a common tongue! 3160|But when my years had fled, what time Ulysses 3160|Existed, a single life remains with you." 3160|At once impatient, the wise Polybus replies, 3160|(For wisdom has not oft been quiet too): 3160|"In this I know, and well I find the same, 3160|For I have studied all, and find the truth; 3160|I knew thee as a youth, and courted thee 3160|At Phylace, as then in glorious train; 3160|And when to meet the man so late I saw thee, 3160|I felt a joy, as then I deem'd me false. 3160|I, who was fond of young companionship, 3160|And gave to friendship ======================================== SAMPLE 45620 ======================================== 2130|Nor one to take a name was ever made less bright 2130|By the first time it beheld the morning light, 2130|As the moon in those dark times, when all, I trow, 2130|Was but darkness and stars--and the long months long-- 2130|When the star, that day, had but a single eye. 2130|The moon was seen, and the stars, one by one, 2130|With the whole earth in a circle round her shine: 2130|A thousand lights that glistened through and through, 2130|That lighted up the world in that night of sorrow, 2130|At the heart of the world. I'll tell you, I 2130|Was more glad when the stars grew pale and dim, 2130|For,--as a lover, one that love's distress, 2130|I saw my Lady, and then came her head, 2130|And she look'd up, and her eyes were far away. 2130|And she did not smile, and she did not say NAY, 2130|But she look'd up--for the first time--and she said, 2130|'My father! my father!' and with that, she's gone-- 2130|A hundred times better that night of sorrow! 2130|They said, on a royal beast's hide, that they 2130|Were the young men of the king, and a thing 2130|To say on a throne! Alas! the story's 2130|All a trick and a dream--for if they'd been there, 2130|Alas, the king's in a terrible fret-- 2130|And, after all, their King's a kind, we know 2130|I could have kiss'd him, and have been still with 2130|His daughter! I could say,--and say it straight, 2130|If I'd so much as kiss'd her,--"Let's be frank," 2130|'Twas sweet to think of the Queen on a throne, 2130|The Queen come at his call, and the world to laugh; 2130|To see her, and with her, and to smile on her; 2130|To gaze on her eyes, and to find her so fair, 2130|That it fill'd my heart with a longing to kiss 2130|The face of her cheeks, and her lips, and her hair: 2130|The face of the Queen on a throne! The stars 2130|And the moon shine, but they do not compare 2130|With the face of the Queen on a throne. 2130|And one day, in her garden, alone, 2130|In a flowery, pleasant spot where you'd never find a 2130|Poor peasant at his day-work (his pence are short and 2130|unburnishable--he gets but fourpence a day for his 2130|bread--while she does most things but with a great man in his 2130|last year, and a great deal more for his future years), 2130|She lay in the shade of an oak, by the side of a 2130|rock that she had carefully brought there,--the only 2130|one left there--and a rose among the leaves and damp grass, 2130|And still the one that was most beautiful came up the 2130|tree in her graceful hand, the shape of a noble girl 2130|In her sombre, her watchful, and delicate attire. She 2130|look'd up to the morning, with a soft kiss on her 2130|dark, brown, heartless cheek, and said, "O my mistress, my 2130|fairest, come to me." 2130|'Twas noon, and she saw on the distant hillside--her 2130|heart beat fast with emotion. The rose bloomed sweetly 2130|on the oak-leafed trees: and the trees' sound was of 2130|water, and the dew, and the rain, and the wind, with 2130|that little maiden's own gentle soul sighing loudly in 2130|her breast--then her eye sunk heavily, her heart 2130|beat weakly, and her head throbbed with pain: but she spoke 2130|in the darkness--in vain--and scarce could speak: her 2130|voice was faint, but she scarcely had time to make her 2130|speech before the white boy came in with a basket and a 2130|great, beautiful, and ro ======================================== SAMPLE 45630 ======================================== 1003|I did not feel it then, and so I do not feel it now. 1003|But it grieved me that the time should have passed so soon 1003|For aught that had been done, in bringing that should befalls, 1003|To make an end of one that could not be otherwise. 1003|As soon as I was free from every obstacle 1003|Which had been fastened on my succour and defence, 1003|My Leader came forward with his arms outstretched 1003|First at his warrior, and then at me his eyes. 1003|All in the guise of one dishevelled and worn, 1003|He went from face to face with me and turned round, 1003|As though he wished to speak before he turned. 1003|"Since, sir, thou seest as I see looking at me 1003|My face, and dost not of this death desire, 1003|Since to behold eyes thou art aware made happy, 1003|We will make thine," he began, "as many horns 1003|As there are souls in the whole world between 1003|The centre of the earth and the water-springs, 1003|And must needs be reft from every forehead. 1003|Go now and see if any such thou findest." 1003|Already on this side and the opposite 1003|We were attaining them, and it well appeared 1003|To mature eternity to me appear'd, 1003|When on an height my Leader up he got. 1003|Even as a falcon, that stands still intent 1003|On his quarry, when he has from above 1003|Declar'd himself to be returning still 1003|By land or sea, and now pursues his flight, 1003|Even thus with wings stretched out, toward the sun 1003|Cast alternation of his light and dark, 1003|At one perspective shin'd the torrid flame, 1003|At other distends his brightness, at yet another 1003|He blazes straight up, at a speed e'en half 1003|So met we all upon the standard of that 1003|Which on the two first precisets waiteth, 1003|And in great Peter's the division soon 1003|Beginning, "I am news; speak, who art alive?" 1003|From side to side alternately did we move. 1003|And Beneúscencean she who in A†thmus 1003|Sits at the threshold of that continent, 1003|And who from swimming to this alightes, 1003|Did inspire my questioner with the wish 1003|To know me, who within her bower had lain. 1003|I know not; but she was within conceiving 1003|And shadow inconstant of me, the form 1003|Differing, and the other less appear'd the lovelier. 1003|"Beneúscence, that in beauty looks from Italy 1003|Down to this flood, that taketh only of Rome 1003|The European laurels, more I'll say, 1003|But how to do in such wise doth remain; 1003|And if it be a trick, 'tis no less a fable. 1003|All mortal together have within 1003|From various regions issuing gone, whatever 1003|Is needful for the soul, and for this only: 1003|That we be moved by desire unconcern'd." 1003|"If thou dost say 'I know' than 'I paint it,' 1003|This far I see not, and so far examine 1003|Thyself before me, more to answer wish. 1003|If I be true to myself, I only err; 1003|By others thou art wanting, who would prove 1003|That loving is in thee expressed, as words." 1003|Thus she begun; and he: "I answer her, 1003|Because she shows so much of me already 1003|By glistening ink, and by a glowing mirror." 1003|Thereafter she began: "If from my answering 1003|Simple and willing, that acquiteth rightly 1003|The heart which she admires, thou erectest 1003|Against the wind a tower, whereinto feels 1003|The spirit of quietness, and bids it rest; 1003|So is the pride of some, and ornament 1003|Of others, who ======================================== SAMPLE 45640 ======================================== 17393|I'd prefer to die, or live, than to be seen 17393|So many years yet to come. Thus, now I see 17393|That you are no such thing to me as you seem, 17393|In whom I saw a light that made me face 17393|All things from darkness; yet--I find myself 17393|So glad that I had no right to repine." 17393|"And must I ever," asked the poet, his look 17393|Still full of sorrow--"and must I ever be 17393|A shadow to myself when all is done? 17393|My love is all too fair for that, I know. 17393|Can aught be done, but only wrongs will grow 17393|And bring me nearer to her? The day 17393|Is coming when I, too, must die, and live 17393|In life's desolation, and this only-- 17393|That she I loved will be a spirit like me 17393|And ever hold me in her thoughts and ways! 17393|I am too old. I do not like the young, 17393|And therefore love one that has eyes and feet 17393|And strength to move, and something else that runs. 17393|I'll take the old woman to my house, and wed 17393|Her; and if I am not changed and only her-- 17393|This is enough." 17393|The old man paused, 17393|Then went within an hour and went alone. 17393|And if the old woman lived as little change 17393|As the poet, would not change, and to the last-- 17393|If in her heart as little as in life 17393|There could not exist such a twin-Love-- 17393|She was to him as life and death, and that 17393|Was enough. 17393|And he would have the old woman, but she died-- 17393|Old or young at the same hour, from either side; 17393|She lived and died that he might live and fly. 17393|"Now this," said the poet, "is in my soul 17393|The great revelation that lies hidden 17393|Between these living corpses and their grave-- 17393|The soul's great mystery, the soul's most precious part-- 17393|And in the night I lay awake and longed 17393|To hear a voice within the grave say so; 17393|And lo! I knew the voice, and the poor dead bones, 17393|In all but those white and black garments worn, 17393|They are but dust, they are no more than dust; 17393|The only dust they were, that one of them 17393|Is dust still in the dust. 17393|They are old, old bones that do not move a bit, 17393|So very old they must in any case be. 17393|And yet--and yet--I have seen it all in him, 17393|I have seen his heart, his head, his hands, his lips, 17393|His eyes, his love, his hate, his love of sin and wrong, 17393|His love of God--and no man's,--no, not of God! 17393|O me, I will see him and forgive--or loathe, 17393|Lest I have made too much of a simple old man. 17393|But I will not; for the words that were his doom! 17393|But I will walk as you walk--and not in dream, 17393|But in the flesh." 17393|And he went forward, 17393|Not without a fear that was like a wish 17393|To take out with him all those old old clothes. 17393|But he was too old for weariness or bed, 17393|And he got up and put them on again. 17393|And he walked to the gate and waited till she 17393|Should bring him, at his word, the great black wain 17393|He had so longed for. 17393|The last time he went 17393|Out of his house, had to go to the track 17393|With no cloak and no rags on. The last thing 17393|He saw there was no trackway, only the sun-- 17393|Sick at this very thing for the first time. 17393|And the dead dead sea above lay dead and still, 17393|As if it had a soul, and ======================================== SAMPLE 45650 ======================================== 22803|As if a voice from heaven told, to-night, 22803|A word that in her ears yet lingers still. 22803|Sever'd it came, and now as then, she came 22803|As when the angels first appeared, and stood 22803|Upon the shining battlements, where now 22803|The new day's herald on his herald stands, 22803|Singing his victory's livery gay 22803|From out the clouds; she saw him coming back 22803|Her own self now: but she knew not how; 22803|She heard no voice; her eyes, her very ears 22803|Were dead to any life but death, all things 22803|But sounding to her heart as a cry 22803|She did not dare to think. "O God," she cried, 22803|"This is thy word: is not thine own men 22803|My people? Now the fight is done and we 22803|Have won a better fortune on our side! 22803|Let the battle cease: let the victors lie, 22803|And rest not from it, but lie together 22803|Of heart united. So shall this fall 22803|Be of no loss to us, for we shall learn 22803|Our people and ourselves true glory still, 22803|After such strife and long delay, is won. 22803|For men are children still: shall we be sad 22803|And go our ways unregretted?--I do 22803|Not think so; I see now where it is best." 22803|Then she, a little more on her great breast 22803|And heart, was with him, though her face to him 22803|Was dark; a little later she came back 22803|To her old land, and stood before the gate. 22803|The night was spent. The light that was to make 22803|Her heart not dark still shone about the sun; 22803|But hers still lay in prison upon the floor; 22803|She could not see. Her fingers were at rest 22803|On the hard bars she had made; she saw no more. 22803|No word for mercy. For a long time she lay 22803|Awaiting. "I am saved," was what she said. 22803|Yet could she not believe till then had come 22803|The thought of him, and hope had kindled hope, 22803|And for an answer to her prayer and prayer 22803|And prayer, and this great night, and day, and night; 22803|Not now that in her sleep she was indeed 22803|Safe from the gloom. Again his voice she heard, 22803|But there was only the echo, and she knew not 22803|That this was him. The other dream of all, 22803|Whispered in her ear, was like such a sound 22803|As from a hearth some sad wretch makes his fears,-- 22803|A sudden shock, a sound, a sight, and gone, 22803|Or else a sound as of the wheel in the mills 22803|Stirred by a wind--then nothing but the chime 22803|Of the low chime repeated over and over 22803|In the grey silence. Such as these her dreams 22803|Were. Night passed, day shone, and day began 22803|With her that sought the cave unseen, night. 22803|But still she waited. So he came once more 22803|Into the dark, and she was glad to see 22803|The light at last come out, and knew herself 22803|Once more his lover; for he was a man 22803|Familiar with truth and honour. So they parted 22803|And came again and grew together closer. 22803|And so she bare him to his mother's feet 22803|And looked upon his face. But still she lay 22803|That weary day and nights and nights, and knew 22803|Her son no more than a careless lover-- 22803|Nor knew of this her sorrow. So he went 22803|And came no more to dwell in deep mysterious. 22803|But one day when she saw him, with an eye 22803|For her old father, she was sorrowful. 22803|Her son lay sick in beds of the house near, 22803|And her pale face lay upon her little son. 22803|"O mother, mother, mother," crying she, 22803|"Wherefore ======================================== SAMPLE 45660 ======================================== 3255|For I was the child of sin and shame, 3255|My mother-narcissus was to me; 3255|And the man who looks in my face, 3255|And makes his mind so ready to laugh, 3255|Is that, my mother-narcissus. 3255|And he was not fair nor fair-haired, 3255|But he was not the man for love, 3255|I could swear he was the tree in the forest 3255|That had lost its leaf. 3255|And what, O mother-narcissus, 3255|What have I said here in the house, 3255|That you could not see me as a woman 3255|Yet you made me a thing? 3255|And what then is there come over me, 3255|I know not wherefore, but 'twas pain 3255|To lose your face so sweet; 3255|I have loved you so, mother-narcissus, 3255|Your eyes are blue of the star-shine 3255|That is everywhere, 3255|And your hair is of the starlight 3255|And the face so dark and wise; 3255|O, had I never loved you, never to have seen 3255|My boy, though you were good! 3255|And O, if life could end with a kiss 3255|From lips so close and true, 3255|I have loved you true, mother-narcissus, 3255|But never could love so! 3255|If from my soul I may not go, 3255|If I may not yet depart, 3255|Give me your hand to put on your arm, 3255|Let me go from your side. 3255|Or if it cannot be, leave me, 3255|I will not suffer a thing! 3255|I'll not see you any more 3255|As you are; I will not see you, 3255|Though I cannot see you no more. 3255|For once, when I was young, 3255|When I was young and glad 3255|I was the friend of a maid; 3255|And that is all she showed. 3255|I did not see the smile 3255|With her in the house, 3255|Till I came back and had been dead. 3255|And when I came back 3255|She was like new flowers, 3255|So very, very fair. 3255|But no more of her, friend, 3255|Not when that friend was gone, 3255|And if I could, I would die with my loss. 3255|But that's past, because your eye 3255|Did not see mine vanish. 3255|And now some other friend 3255|Would be an elder brother; 3255|A woman would not find 3255|Such a brother for me. 3255|But you, O mother-narcissus, 3255|Are still a brother, for 3255|You were with me then, indeed, 3255|But are not now with me. 3255|The day of the battle, 3255|The day of the battle, 3255|Was one in which I saw 3255|One could not be there. 3255|A woman came 3255|And lay on her bed; 3255|She had the visage of a saint, 3255|But not an angel's face. 3255|I felt a strange, 3255|Not to say a shameful, 3255|Gross uneasiness. 3255|For, though she was like Christ 3255|She was not fair; 3255|And she looked at me, 3255|And seemed to say, 3255|With her eyes on my face,-- 3255|'I am not all for you. I can't bear this, 3255|But it is very wrong; 3255|This is a woman, 3255|Who, for all mankind, for all womankind, 3255|Lives like a woman here, 3255|A woman that is more beautiful! 3255|She is like a flower, 3255|A flower that goes into a wood, 3255|Yet is not the flower that it was. 3255|It is not fair, 3255|'T is not fair 3255|For her face to stand, 3255|So kindly- ======================================== SAMPLE 45670 ======================================== 42058|With its long-drawn sighs which the winds do not hear. 42058|Ah! how the lonely winds have call'd to thee 42058|Sad thoughts and melancholy thoughts to mine, 42058|As oft on midnight when a mournful dirge 42058|Is moaning on the wind, till the very tree 42058|That hates the sound of weeping shows its leaf 42058|To the wind that passes: now the wild sea 42058|Lifts his black head in the foam, and makes gay 42058|The rocks that drift in the surge; the stormy wind 42058|Frets with the storms, and only makes glad the sea. 42058|Now is the moon all dreamful; on her hair 42058|Many feathery starlings swarm and coo; 42058|And the stars do coo to her, as you see, 42058|As they often do--though sometimes 'tis for love. 42058|Now the wind with his loud breath stirs the sea, 42058|And the waves dash o'er the black ships' sides; 42058|The ship is breaking his sides; they break asunder, 42058|And two great pearls splash out upon the strand. 42058|Now the wind goes sighing as it flows by; 42058|Now it sings with the rising tide; now it sob. 42058|O thou wind! to think if thou shouldst die, 42058|My heart would break in twain; my heart would break in two. 42058|The night is black; she is veiled and still; 42058|I hear but her breathing; yet my cheek 42058|Is burning against her breath; a thought is like 42058|A flame that sears the temple in its way-- 42058|Thou art that temple, Queen, where thy sweet breath 42058|Breathes ever; O thou heart of thine 42058|Called sacred in my soul! Come, come and be 42058|My passion; come and clasp my heart 42058|With loving, and be mine, and be the world, 42058|And be the world my husband, and be my lord! 42058|(Chorus of maidens.) 42058|When life is but a sigh, 42058|And love but a smile. 42058|When we are all alone 42058|Together walking, 42058|O then 'tis joy to be 42058|A lover's lark! 42058|When love is hidden away 42058|In all men's keeping; 42058|O then 'tis joy unto be 42058|A lover's lark! 42058|In my arms you hold me now, 42058|Each way enamoured; 42058|But ah! your heart must be 42058|Still in between us-- 42058|Love's hidden heart to see! 42058|(Girls and maidens.) 42058|Come unto me, Love, my Love, come unto me, 42058|And let our love be full and constant ever; 42058|It was wrong for one to love two only, 42058|For what can one do when two cannot love? 42058|When Love is set on one only part, 42058|There is sorrow only for that part spent on none. 42058|My Love, leave me not; my heart shall ever be 42058|Unchosen, yet, not cast aside, for where is love? 42058|He that could give his Love a shape, 42058|Or make a picture of Love, must have his Joy. 42058|Love is a light spring which I see 42058|Beside me fall asleep, 42058|And in the evening, when I wake, 42058|It seems gone into my heart! 42058|It fills my eyes, it lingers in my face, 42058|It haunts my heart and vexes my rest. 42058|Oh, what a blessing it is that a kiss 42058|Makes up for all things else! 42058|I have no heart or memory 42058|Of kisses which I gave my Love; 42058|The meaning of his hand I could forget, 42058|Nor find in dreams of other days: 42058|Only his kiss is there, which gives 42058|My restless soul repose, and stills 42058|The restless pulse that throbs above 42058|My brow in vain attempts to cool! 42058|O how I long for a time to be ======================================== SAMPLE 45680 ======================================== 23665|'Twas a pleasant night; a pleasant night 23665|All alone she lay with her love, 23665|Not one word longer the while 23665|They lay so still and they gazed so deeply, 23665|Till their hands rose to each other's white, 23665|And they breathed love so near the air 23665|In their hearts' embrace, that her lip 23665|Felt life from the dear and dead. 23665|It was a sweet scene! and they said 23665|It was not a pleasant night; 23665|But there came a pause, and they heard 23665|A sweet voice calling them down, 23665|And it seemed that they knew, too, 23665|The voice. They heard the steps of one 23665|Pass her door with a low bow; 23665|And they smiled, and they heard the voice, 23665|And stood trembling on their feet, 23665|And listened while it cried in glee:-- 23665|'There's a stranger in your house, loves, 23665|And your heart is all in love, 23665|You know it--' 23665|And they answered: "'Tis for love of you, 23665|And you know it already; 23665|I would not have it any other 23665|As you say." 23665|And she answered tenderly:-- 23665|'Tis the last time we shall meet, 23665|And we'll be happy, and forget, 23665|And you forget--' 23665|And her friend replied:--'We'll be gone, 23665|And I know, too, she'll remember, 23665|And say:--"It wasn't for you, dear, 23665|But for the love,--it was love!" 23665|'Tis the end of the tale, and I am grieved 23665|But I'll tell it the next time, though my words are slow: 23665|While the time I've given to you for your rest, 23665|With all my joy shall you never lack, my love, 23665|To know that I love you, and love you for ever; 23665|That, and this only, is the love I shall feel 23665|When the end of sweet days and sweet years comes round. 23665|Ah! that sweet sound of that voice, which call'd in my sorrow, 23665|When the last sad word was spoken and dead, 23665|Was my darling Angeline,--for whom, and for whom, 23665|I did so love, that I might not go from the place, 23665|Where the grave was and the pain, though there would be pain, 23665|I should have gone, and never leave thee to part. 23665|'Tis the last, sweet voice that spoke through the wailing, 23665|Which called me on my sad path, and would take me again 23665|To the haunts of my childhood, where, at the foot 23665|Of her green mountain, by the fountains wild, 23665|My little sister smiled--and told them of Love. 23665|Sweet, wild heart! that would have all others obey'd, 23665|And sweet that did abide in my bosom so still! 23665|Sweet, young life, with a youthful spirit full, 23665|Sweet, sweet, my sweet love! sweet with all that is good! 23665|Sweet, young life! sweet as the sound that floats 23665|In the deep caves--at rest with the freshening sea, 23665|Sweet with every joy I have known--and yet 23665|Sweet with no more. 23665|Sweet heart, my dearest and sweetest, what has 23665|Worse than a joy--or what's most,--where thou art, 23665|And where I am? 23665|There the world's scenes were gay, but they only make 23665|A melancholy note; and there my soul's sad 23665|A melancholy burthen,--there my toil and strife 23665|Are but lamentations of thy loss, and grief 23665|And sadness and pain; there the long weary nights 23665|Are mourned by thee, and the light sweet morning 23665|Sings with its morning bird. 23665|Sweet sweetheart! ah! life's sweet flowers would bloom in thy bower. 23665|Thy little lonely bed would be the ======================================== SAMPLE 45690 ======================================== 34331|As, with unawares, in fear of a rude blow, 34331|Her hands she tugs, till she begins to shake. 34331|But a more sudden and a sore surprise 34331|Than this, must ever be the doom of the drunkard, 34331|When the priest, who should curb his rash boors, sets loose 34331|The devil and his vices through his church. 34331|The wite which the hammer renders white 34331|The veined plates of the molten gold 34331|Are beautifully bound together; 34331|And the silver plate's smooth and bright 34331|In the same lustre as the glass 34331|That the barber cuts from a sheep's ear. 34331|Such things they were in the days of old, 34331|When the gods were at their jocund best; 34331|Such things are they now, while the barber cuts 34331|A living link with a living trust. 34331|But come, my sister, I must away; 34331|We'll meet at the opera house to-night; 34331|And as you may see, my lady's there, 34331|With the hair turned up, and the eye turned down, 34331|And the lips that were sealed with a bitter frown 34331|All beginning to unbend a little. 34331|And to make up the measure, I'll take 34331|A kiss from your nose, and a bow from your chin. 34331|Why, there's the opera house! And oh! 34331|The moonlight shines through the sparkling glass 34331|And the music waves on the polished floor 34331|As the dancers pass... But who are they? 34331|How long have I been waiting there? 34331|Four hours, at most, and yet 34331|I am not very hungry. 34331|My sister, she says I am getting fat. 34331|I never did grow on her; 34331|We did not know each other till 34331|She had given her fat boy the bath-- 34331|Saved his life, you know. But then she 34331|Says I'm getting fat--but then I 34331|Don't look very appetizing. 34331|So here I'm sitting quite fine; 34331|She hasn't come near enough to say 34331|I'm a little short, and that kind 34331|Of height and girth she thinks is right. 34331|No, no, I don't want your light bread; 34331|Just a little more, and then 34331|I'll give it something light. Let's see: 34331|I have a pretty stout man; 34331|Have no fear, for I can't eat; 34331|I was once a little bird, 34331|And now am a little bee. 34331|The world is so full of a number of things, 34331|I'm quite in a petting and grumbling mood. 34331|The world is full of a good deal of sin, 34331|I'm thinking myself quite sufficient to do. 34331|I never got a thought beyond myself 34331|In my life, and I'm thinking myself dull. 34331|There's lots that oughtn't to bother us at all; 34331|Himself I ought to be thinking of nought. 34331|It's an awful hard case to be in, when 34331|Life's so full of a number of things that trouble 34331|Myself, and me, and me bother-like. 34331|But the world is so full of a number 34331|Of awful bad ideas, and bad looks, 34331|That I ought to be thinking myself through-- 34331|And it's only self that ought to bother something. 34331|But things that bother other people-- 34331|That means only that there shall be more 34331|Of the same, and that the same will bother me 34331|And me likewise, and then the question 34331|Will at last be put to sea and be decided 34331|By the end of the bell and of the mirror. 34331|I am tired. Take my arm. 34331|O dear! 34331|My poor little head hurts so. 34331|I wish things would die! 34331|What is life with you, little voice? 34331|How is life with you, little hand? 34331|My ======================================== SAMPLE 45700 ======================================== 34752|But I'd say he'd be a better man than I. 34752|I'll never say I'm unkind, or harsh, 34752|But, in my duty, I'd take all blame; 34752|For, do a good deed and then, why, you know, 34752|I'd take a blame for that too, too much. 34752|A man should be a great man e'en if 34752|He'd try to do his duty right. 34752|Oft on a lonely hill I've stood, 34752|And watched the pines all in motion, 34752|And, with the sun they seemed to dance, 34752|And twinkle on the rolling plain. 34752|Some were a thousand, some but four, 34752|Some twirled like leaf upon the spray; 34752|Or wheeled in dancing groups along, 34752|With snowy curls a-swinging out. 34752|Others on the hill's top were laid, 34752|Where many a vassal was reclining, 34752|And, like the snow in winter, they 34752|Had danced a dance of snow and glory. 34752|And, oh! the wonder of that scene! 34752|The plume that waved athwart the dew, 34752|Seemed just as bright and soft as they, 34752|And seemed to wave in response. 34752|And every one was smiling, too, 34752|And so I saw beneath my eyes, 34752|A form I never saw before, 34752|That I must call mine own again. 34752|'Tis she! the first of all the fair; 34752|And now the happy stars are gleaming, 34752|While here and there the shadows fly, 34752|And 'neath the shadow's silver light, 34752|We are together meeting. 34752|Let not my lips in reverence speak, 34752|And speak unrighteous to the deed, 34752|But speak with gentleness and love, 34752|And look for peace on all our way, 34752|When fate shall call us, even then, 34752|To meet for rest in heaven. 34752|A blessing on my hand! What more 34752|Could Heaven furnish than a happy lot, 34752|Should I my faith and honor lose, 34752|Or be forsworn? The way is long, 34752|And I've been here before! 34752|But, when to heaven come our return, 34752|And we shall kiss away the hour, 34752|Then with a heart sincere and warm, 34752|We'll meet again for rest in Heaven. 34752|What is the truth that we must speak, 34752|In this dark hour of woe? 34752|What is the wisdom that we hold, 34752|When we must choose the choice? 34752|Bid us repent and be strong; 34752|Thy God hath dealt with each, 34752|And when thy promise is fulfilled, 34752|Thy judgment shall be free. 34752|"I give him back the man he was, 34752|The golden beam of faith to me, 34752|And back his heart to mine,-- 34752|Oh, back to mine for rest,-- 34752|For rest of each, his soul and mine. 34752|For rest with thee, O love! 34752|Oh, rest of each, thy soul and mine!" 34752|I have heard them cry, I have seen them weep, 34752|When God's anger seized them; who can be 34752|A voice of hope to those who need it most? 34752|I give them back the man who was of old 34752|When earth was gay and bright and gayened up; 34752|Back to the darkness and the darkness there, 34752|Back to the woe they did not know; back again 34752|To the dark earth and its dark night for bed! 34752|I give them back the man who was the light 34752|Of earth for all and manhood for a span; 34752|Who had a word that all may understand; 34752|Who gave us grace and strength 'mid grief and wrong. 34752|I give them back to light and joy, back to fame, 34752|In the kingdom of their Father's throne to dwell; 34752|Back to the sunshine of his gracious smile, ======================================== SAMPLE 45710 ======================================== 3466|The wan dead-light, and the long still breath 3466|Of night which does not give us birth, 3466|The soul's long sleep, the dying light, 3466|The darkness' stillness,--but we know 3466|The dreams of the dead men and the women there, 3466|When there shall be no day, no death, no birth, no marriage, 3466|No love, no hate,--no love, no hate, 3466|Nor one, nor many, but one dream. 3466|The wind of the sun 3466|Is a thing of the moon; 3466|The wind of the sun 3466|Is a thing of me. 3466|The wind of the sun 3466|Is a thing of the trees. 3466|The sun may go down 3466|Before the winds can blow, 3466|Or swim in the sea-wave, 3466|Or leap among sea-nymphs; 3466|But the sun does not care 3466|How the wind goes down to die, 3466|Or leaps in the sea-wave, 3466|Or what wave is about to swell. 3466|The moon may weep 3466|The dead deadness of the sea; 3466|The moon may weep 3466|And wake the dead deadness of the sea 3466|Of dreams which are neither dead-- 3466|The sea shall be born. 3466|What has the wind of the summer given 3466|That the sun will make the leaves to show 3466|And the grass to bloom? 3466|The wind of the sun 3466|Takes place of the leaves and the dead leaves so 3466|That the summer will last. 3466|What hath the wind of the sunset given 3466|That the flowers will speak between their boughs? 3466|What hath the wind of the sunrise given 3466|That the sea-birds awake 3466|To the sound of the winds that shake the leaves? 3466|What hath the wind given 3466|That their waves will rise when the pale day is gone, 3466|And make a dreamless midnight of the night? 3466|What hath the wind 3466|Taken from the dawn of the year 3466|That darkens into night, with no motion, but 3466|Forever still, like the silent stars in heaven, 3466|While the dawn still stays? 3466|What hath the wind 3466|Done with the leaves whose colour is gold? 3466|What hath the wind 3466|Done with the sun whose beams are red? 3466|Ah! the red red red red! 3466|As with a sword our souls, the dead, we take, 3466|When the wind takes them from out flower and sun; 3466|Ah! the red red red red! 3466|As the red-breast knows, the dead. 3466|Ah! the red red 3466|As the red-bird knows, the dead. 3466|We dream by day and dream by night, 3466|And still we dream; 3466|And our dreams are all of man's thought 3466|As he pass. 3466|We dream his life, we dream his fame, 3466|To make a man; 3466|And still we dream, and still we sleep, 3466|Dreaming of him. 3466|We dream his joys, we dream his woes, 3466|To find an eve, 3466|And still we keep our dreams and sleep 3466|Like two birds. 3466|We dream and still, who's he? 3466|The man of the field. 3466|The wild-wood's all too dark and wild 3466|For man to be-- 3466|Or, for that soul which comes and goes 3466|In the woods of God, 3466|That soul is not much to be doubted, 3466|For once it's caught, 3466|And if there's hope of the longed for 3466|It will not fail; 3466|It will be found--when God shall know-- 3466|As He shall give. 3466|One hand clasps the other in his, 3466|For one the world o'er, 3466|And eyes are fix'd where eyes have been, 3466|And lips are there where lips have been ======================================== SAMPLE 45720 ======================================== 1365|As to each other the greeting they gave 1365|For the many things that had occurred, 1365|As to this man, who sat in silent thought, 1365|And heard what had occurred, and yet expected. 1365|And the first word that they heard was this: 1365|"My son, how did this incident come? 1365|Is our King a stranger to your case?" 1365|Then came word of a messenger, 1365|Who came as if he owned these lands, 1365|With royal robes and splendid plume 1365|To seek a guest to the feast forlorn 1365|Of your King, and all through his presence 1365|The voices of your people were calling 1365|To find a lodging to go with him, 1365|So he was come indeed, but he came 1365|Thoughtless and idle, and ofttimes absent. 1365|And you can guess why: with his presence 1365|He sent you no message, but away. 1365|He went not to say welcome or farewell, 1365|And was not seen at the banquet, nor heard 1365|At all at the banquet, nor heard again: 1365|And thus for the space of a season, 1365|For nearly two years, your Kingdom held. 1365|And then to-day, the twenty-first of June, 1365|The King of Fairies came to your palace, 1365|On that day, at the dawn, to the great wonder 1365|Of all the people, the young King Olberah, 1365|Who had not been there a week or more. 1365|He entered at the portal, and looked in, 1365|And the old King of Fairies and all his folk, 1365|And all the people, looked wondering in. 1365|He did not know, did not know at all 1365|That their old King Olberah still possessed 1365|The lands, that he had sold, and had sold too, 1365|With their children and loyal subjects, all 1365|Born since the time of Waldborg's murder; 1365|Or that he had known them for more than five 1365|Long years, as you and I know; and so, 1365|As he waited for the event to be, 1365|You and I must be the first to go. 1365|He went to inquire where Waldborg was. 1365|And as he passed that way, his people heard 1365|Two voices singing together, one 1365|Singing the children's songs; one singing old 1365|The songs of the old King of Fairies: 1365|"Where is Waldborg, where are all the children? 1365|Where is Waldborg, where is all the children? 1365|Where are all the children? 'Tis not by chance 1365|I left this place, but I am dying 1365|Of a wasting disease, and I cannot roam. 1365|I go my dying own; for all are mine, 1365|Save one, who lost them when I perished. 1365|Alas! what boots it now? My bones are laid 1365|Beneath the ice of St. Olave's lake, 1365|In the parish of Willemming near Troyen. 1365|And I am buried there, at Santa Maria hill, 1365|The grave of my father of the old religion. 1365|I do not know the path, I cannot tell, 1365|Nor seek to ask why he was buried so late; 1365|The cold, and the absence of light, and the death 1365|Of the old King of Fairies in some dark tower, 1365|Have left no fragment of truth in his grave, 1365|Only the cold, and the absence of sight." 1365|The old King, the great and mighty one, 1365|Cried--"Take courage and walk there no more; 1365|This is but a figment that men may build 1365|To blind the sight of my kingdom and me!" 1365|And as a Christian we walked on with prayer, 1365|While he in his heart said with slow and steady tone:-- 1365|"Ah, woe is me! Ah, woe is me! how long 1365|Woe is me, whither, whither shall I go? 1365|I shall have gone ======================================== SAMPLE 45730 ======================================== 7409|And so with pride on either part. 7409|"Why," cries the bard "and where did she 7409|For this come hither, the fairest of the fair?" 7409|"I saw," says he, "where the wind blew dry;" 7409|"I marked those blue eyes bright with delight, 7409|And those large, rosy lips and roseate neck; 7409|I heard the breathings of that soft-seeming love, 7409|I saw the folds like fluttering spars appear, 7409|And the web, unweaving, seemed to rival the web 7409|Of the silk-working Jean of Ticino." 7409|"Alas! what boots it, that thou nevermore 7409|From my lips the sweet Muse shouldst have begun?" 7409|"Thy verse is a tale, not a true one; 7409|No passion, no delight thy numbers know, 7409|And yet they move, as if each line they sung 7409|With a full mouth all of love and of fire. 7409|But 'tis enough; thy song of love is done." 7409|--This said, to his own heart's core the two did go; 7409|But in his heart the proud patron now had won a tear, 7409|And his warm wish was to bring in the morning again 7409|The first soft sigh of all the lovers at sea. 7409|He came and lo! in the gay company of gay 7409|The happy lute which the poet's sweet voice wrought, 7409|For his it was one hand that had woven it all, 7409|At the stroke of its magic magic words he hears:-- 7409|"In the still dark the stilly midnight hour 7409|When Death comes and whispers 'Sorrow' and 'Grief' 7409|And wails in a low and muffled voice, 7409|Then the dead child you hear the cry of, 7409|And you sigh, and you sob, and you weep,-- 7409|When you're lying on the cold ground 7409|You might as well have a cold glass 7409|To wash your face--for you'd rather die 7409|Than see those two angel slumbers, 7409|They're so gravely majestic 7409|In contrast so grand on the cloth, 7409|That I don't care to even look, 7409|Although the curtain would do as well." 7409|And the poet smiled, and said:-- 7409|"The dead child I would rather sleep 7409|Than see those slumb'ring slumb'rous dreams, 7409|And so when I am gone to bed, 7409|I will rise out of my grave and sing 7409|Of the two slumb'rous beauties, you know, 7409|And you're so sad to-morrow morn 7409|To feel your face the plaster be; 7409|And the dead child you might as well sleep 7409|For pain you're a-sinking through, 7409|As you'll never feel those lovely limbs 7409|When the slumb'rous slumber is over." 7409|The poet left us, and the poet's memory lives 7409|In scenes to each correspondent critic rare 7409|Who could, or will, with all sincerity and zeal, 7409|Have the same sentiment felt but once by a friend. 7409|It is a truth without which no poet could live, 7409|No, nor could any mortal live with it, but--love. 7409|One day, poor Toto rested in the shade 7409|Of a great oak that overhung the road, 7409|Which I guess must have been made by some sage, 7409|Whose wit was as unfailing as his shroud, 7409|For it said--and I say, as I often do, 7409|Having seen many corpses in their shrouds, 7409|"Love, you give me so much that, without you, I'm sure 7409|That the world should be in the dark and the darken yet!" 7409|Toto, who, of course, was only a sprite, 7409|And who, while out of hearing, would have laughed 7409|At the statement, yet with an air as light, 7409|As the wind o' the sun, when the light of both is gone,-- 7409|Lit by ======================================== SAMPLE 45740 ======================================== 1365|The same that the first time I came here 1365|I wore, with a view to the crowning feast, 1365|The green cloak, and the green tunic, three! 1365|A king! Ah, the wonder-working man! 1365|For, like a magician, that man can move! 1365|A king! A king! And all this stately wain 1365|Would seem like one of those, whom the priest 1365|Has made an ancient jest and made an old tale, 1365|Sporting with joyous, golden rings, that can 1365|And will not keep from laughter at their will. 1365|A king! ah, the wonder-working man! 1365|But now, behold his wily, cunning face! 1365|It is a face that the sun and the moon 1365|And the world seem to love to behold! 1365|And why?--Oh, for one that's so wise, and so good, 1365|His hand is a mighty axe in the strike! 1365|And what now? Where has he his lordly castle?-- 1365|The city, the land-lord's, and the king's! 1365|His face it is the same, but not his place; 1365|'T is a shadow that all the world forsakes, 1365|A shadow that all the world affrights, 1365|A shadow of evil that no man knows 1365|Except his brother and his king! 1365|Ah, the marvel-working man! 1365|Ah, the wonder-working man! where is he? 1365|Thou art indeed the same, but not the same place; 1365|The old land-lord's shadow is in the room, 1365|And the old king's shadow is in the wall. 1365|The wonder-working man! 1365|The wonder-working man!--ye have risen higher! 1365|And thou hast called me a king! Thou hast not wronged me; 1365|Thou hast raised me to a loftier position, 1365|Thy hand has smitten me in vain! 1365|Why, the people are laughing at me the while, 1365|And I laugh out aloud for the joy of it! 1365|But you, ye be nothing to you themselves, 1365|And who are you to call yourself a king? 1365|Who is it calls me King? 1365|It is I, and I am the king! 1365|Thou hast called me King! I am the king! 1365|You have not named me a fool, you have not named me 1365|Untrustworthy and cruel, and false of style 1365|And hateful of my kind. 1365|O, who shall judge my life 1365|Or look on me with a pure and holy soul? 1365|Whom will the judge be of you? 1365|Let those three bold and daring brothers, 1365|And let me alone! 1365|What's that you say, 1365|O, who are you? 1365|A beggar 1365|I am a beggar, 1365|Who, with a heart of stone-- 1365|But a heart of stone 1365|Shall judge me. 1365|What say'st thou? 1365|My brother, 1365|I am a beggar! They shall put two more 1365|In chains 1365|To bind me. 1365|Then, in the name of Christ, 1365|O, who art thou? 1365|A king's son! 1365|Nay, but a brother of mine, 1365|Who, with a heart of gold, 1365|Shall judge me! 1365|But who art thou! 1365|Art thou a king's son? 1365|Nay, but a beggar, 1365|And that's the best of three! 1365|The king's Son of Sam! 1365|Nay, but a brother's child, 1365|And that's the worst of three! 1365|I would not have it thus! 1365|I would not have it thus! 1365|There are men who have lived 1365|As long as I have lived, 1365|And people who will give 1365|All that their wealth can give, 13 ======================================== SAMPLE 45750 ======================================== 1304|But all her love is in her eyes: 1304|My lady she hath left her lord 1304|In the deep, dark water there. 1304|My lady is alone, 1304|And I am alone, 1304|When the winter winds blow: 1304|And I am with the lone sea-mew 1304|Which hates all company. 1304|The morn came bright and clear 1304|And woke new life in my heart, 1304|For in its tender light 1304|I saw the fair, new moon. 1304|Her purple mantle danced 1304|And through my soul there went 1304|A new and strange music, 1304|Which said, "Thy love for me." 1304|O rose! O rose! O purest flower! 1304|Wilt thou ere I wake? 1304|For lo! the violet sleeps and dreams. 1304|I want thee so. 1304|A voice is in my room, 1304|And in the room I hear 1304|A voice that calls--But O my love! 1304|Where is it now? 1304|I followed a shadow 1304|Through a dim arched window-- 1304|I heard it sighing 1304|When the light was dim. 1304|It moved along the floor, 1304|It whispered low and low-- 1304|O it is calling--calling! 1304|My love, my sweet love! 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|Now that I see thee! 1304|Now that I see thee! 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|Why dost thou grieve so? 1304|Why dost thou grieve so? 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|I cannot stay. 1304|The river runs. 1304|How far away! 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|O why dost thou grieve so? 1304|I cannot stay. 1304|I want for you 1304|Your hand in mine. 1304|O love, O love! 1304|I will go far away. 1304|O love, O love! 1304|I want you so 1304|That we may go 1304|Far away, far away. 1304|The morning is come. 1304|The lark, the thrush, the thrush, 1304|The bee, the wild bird, the bee, 1304|The wild bee, the bee, 1304|March in the morning, 1304|She's coming, coming, 1304|March in the morning. 1304|I wish I had a horn, 1304|Because my life would live 1304|If I had a horn. 1304|O wind, O wind, O wind! 1304|O thou art weary living, 1304|If I had a horn. 1304|O wind, O wind, O wind! 1304|O thou art in pain, 1304|If I had a horn. 1304|The nightingale sits lonely 1304|On the willow tree; 1304|The wind is so softly blowing 1304|That never a breath can stir 1304|The faint-pressed willow tree. 1304|The lark sits on the hilltop 1304|When the hours are long; 1304|And the sun looks from the sea 1304|When the hours are late. 1304|The wind is whispering low: 1304|The sea is so blue and bright 1304|That never a cloud is seen 1304|Tiny cloud, I waken 1304|My heart to sing. 1304|The nightingale sings sweetly: 1304|The day is so fair and wide, 1304|That never a star may be 1304|More bright than is the night. 1304|But there's no star in heaven, 1304|For the sky is so blue and still, 1304|And never a breath of air 1304|Can move my heart to dance, 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 45760 ======================================== 8187|"And then, too, she brought a book. 8187|"To do which I am well aware, 8187|"'Twas not to make my life more bright, 8187|"But merely, I've no doubt, to make 8187|"The page that led thro' her dreams to thee. 8187|"And, tho' she knew not what, I fear, 8187|"It was not very pleasant to view 8187|"That book, full of strange, familiar nonsense, 8187|"As if the Author, who could write, 8187|"Had scribbled them, without leaving out 8187|"The quaintest things that make life queer. 8187|"But seeing that she felt a desire 8187|"To be more free from all that taint, 8187|"I kindly told her to take off, 8187|"At least her _Couplet_ and her _Thyrse_, 8187|"And that _Vox populi_ and _Vimberum_ 8187|"She should not take at all, but give 8187|"Herself the whole management of them. 8187|"She smiled, and bade me make another, 8187|"And so did my Lord, who told me so; 8187|"Then went about her tasks, I ween, 8187|"With such a gay and careless grace 8187|"That many a curious, jesting 'prentice 8187|"Now took himself out on her eye. 8187|"I'll now depart, for I have seen 8187|"A thing that would make all the rest 8187|"Of courts and chaste retirements old 8187|"Too much, they say, ridiculous and mad! 8187|"Enough--so now away with me-- 8187|"I wish I had those sweets of which 8187|"Love tells us his heart is sad! 8187|"In my own lady's eyes I see 8187|"The joy that, as in the night, 8187|"A manly virtue gives to home, 8187|"To youth, to solitude, to bed. 8187|"But, what would they know of the law 8187|"Their lips had now formed that night! 8187|"I have thought, at the old day's close 8187|"When Love stood by and whispered farewell, 8187|"To have those fingers of his then trace 8187|"My lady's heart thro' every vein 8187|"And tell her I wished her thus to live! 8187|"But oh! if I should say, "Oh fly 8187|"While yet some one there is so true 8187|"To love as myself, as my friend, 8187|"Nor _remember_ that she's loved yet!" 8187|Away from the busy throng, 8187|I'd steal--and, by a sweet turn, reach 8187|Thro' that gay company's alarms, 8187|The very heart of the dance and its friends! 8187|What I would tell for that hour so far gone, 8187|Whose last hours of revel seem all a dream, 8187|Like those of Charon in the night, when he thought 8187|How vainly his crew, so busy, were playing 8187|Life's jest, with the last hour's laughing sky; 8187|That hour, with the first train just beyond Brats, 8187|I could in that hour get out and be seen. 8187|But ah! what all this for, when there's none here 8187|But each of those girls, to laugh with me _be_, 8187|And to whisper at me with such subtle air! 8187|Then, like an arrowie, I'd drop thro' 'em low, 8187|And let them fly at each other, as light as butter; 8187|Shaking, at least half-smiling with all a flutter, 8187|To show that the heart of my lady was melting 8187|With that glance of hers in those eyes, which indeed 8187|Are like two of an angel's kisses flashing, 8187|Making so full of happiness, and so sweet, 8187|That the end of our nuptials are to be meeting 8187|As sure as the light of day. But oh! 8187|What is a life when life is ended thus ======================================== SAMPLE 45770 ======================================== 16688|And all the while the children, so happy, 16688|Told their proud jesters false and true a tale, 16688|That to those in power, and all the world, 16688|Was only brought to shame by those who knew it. 16688|"And then (when she had tellt it to her nurse) 16688|She ran and cried aloud with all her might, 16688|'The world is all one game that never fails; 16688|And if it fail you never will, dear love!' 16688|And then the nurse took him to bed again. 16688|And here, dear darling, are the books I love, 16688|And here is where we would play. 16688|There are the pleasant books that we and you 16688|Have read together,--"Little Mistress Jengler!" 16688|We thought you had gone far away. 16688|There is the garden full of pleasant flowers: 16688|Then, dear child, come near and see. 16688|There is a little brook, all mossy green, 16688|Where flowers go and things go well; 16688|There is the pond, with its gray-green sea-shell broken 16688|By one that ever wakes and sighs. 16688|There is the brook in the quiet summer hours, 16688|With water-butt and straw to drink: 16688|There is the green space where we both can go,-- 16688|There is the brook with the water and the trees. 16688|There is the little pond, that never is wet: 16688|There is the brook that has water and leaves. 16688|There is the brook that laughs at the cold May morn, 16688|With eyes half shut, and wings all bare. 16688|There is the brook with the mosses and water-damps, 16688|With voice and feet without a name. 16688|Now tell me of your friends, child. 16688|There is the wood-bird all the summer long; 16688|Her nest is not in the tree, but in the rock; 16688|And on her back her little dipper lies. 16688|There is the water-spider all the summer long, 16688|With bright eyes, and bright feathers all a-row; 16688|With bright red spots on his back, and bright hair. 16688|There is the swallow; small, as any boy; 16688|And when she sits on the perch and plumes her wings 16688|She gives the children some pieces of gold. 16688|There is the little grey goose in the nest, 16688|But featherless; and in the nest she lies, 16688|And the nest-eggs are in the yellow nest-eggs. 16688|There is the nest of the peacock and hen, 16688|Where all the hours that you can mention are counted: 16688|And if the father he be in the nest, 16688|He lives there so long, I think, he will die. 16688|There is the small fish; and when you call, 16688|With him at home in the water you catch. 16688|There is the small green turtle and dam, 16688|When you want them for a song to sing: 16688|But if you take a dish or a pitcher 16688|Those little folks will run in the lake. 16688|There is the little grey goose, who lives 16688|In the bushes or near the wall-grass; 16688|She has a coat of the velvet fleck, 16688|And a lovely yellow nest to her eye. 16688|There is the little water-hen, 16688|Who swims on a wave with her young in her arms; 16688|And we see the light in her little eyes, 16688|When she shakes them in the air of the day. 16688|There is the little swallow, with the big blind wings, 16688|Who never can tell what is to be; 16688|And so happy they are, so laughing and glad, 16688|They never can know what shall befall them there. 16688|And last, there is the little grey goose, 16688|So gentle and good, and so tame and so tame; 16688|For never a whim of the whims of man 16688|Can rob him of his freedom to be fed. 16688|Oh! how little the gifts ======================================== SAMPLE 45780 ======================================== 17270|Thou art the lorde of me, thy dees, 17270|and my best lernynes. 17270|Away with all these harte and titles, &c. 17270|Farewel good Sir, my deere sorowe to thee: 17270|Thou art my life my selfe, my soule, my spye, 17270|My body, my fyne, my curteis, and my Ioy, 17270|My minde, & my soule: to thee my lefe 17270|Is giuen and greife, whiche I now betraye. 17270|I am thine owne, thou art mine owne free, 17270|I am thine owne, thou art mine owne free: 17270|I am thine owne, thou art mine owne free, 17270|Thy will is all my lawe and treasoure. 17270|Thou art all mine owne, thou art all mine owne free 17270|Thy state is all my will, thy justice all my lyfe. 17270|Thou art all mine owne, thou art all mine owne free 17270|Thy pleasaunce is all my good, thine honour all my fe. 17270|I am thine owne, thou art mine owne free, 17270|My body, my fyne, my curteis, & my Ioy, 17270|My mind, my soule, my lefe, & my body all 17270|Is giuen and greife, whiche I now betraye. 17270|I am thine owne, thou art mine own free, 17270|Thy pleasaunce is all my good, thy justice all fe. 17270|Thy goodnesse is all mine good, thier pleasaunce all mine ere 17270|I am so great content thou diddest not departe. 17270|Thou art all mine good, thier pleasaunce all minee 17270|Thy ioy, & thier goodnesse, & thier goodnesse's mee. 17270|I am so great content thou diddest not departe. 17270|Thou hast all thine good, thier goodnesse all minee 17270|Thy pleasaunce is all mine good, & thier pleasaunce all minee. 17270|I am so great content thou diddest not departe. 17270|Thou didst betray me, yet I shall not betray thee: 17270|My lefe shall be thine, thou my body thynke. 17270|My goodnesse and my pleasaunce shall be thynke. 17270|My body and my goodnesse are thine owne fyre. 17270|Thou art all mine good, thier pleasaunce all minee, 17270|My life, my soule, my body, & my goodnesse all minee, 17270|Thy lefe shall be thine, thou my body shalte. 17270|Thou art all mine good, thier body all minee, 17270|Thy pleasaunce is all mine good, thier lefe is all minee. 17270|My lefe shall be thine, thou my body shall hye, 17270|Thy lefe shall be all minee, thrye I shall fere 17270|Thou haddest mee, thy lefe shalste noght subdue, 17270|Thou didst confounde mee, what so thou didst fere 17270|Toward my body, thine was all mye bodye. 17270|Thou didst confounde mee, what so thou wroght, 17270|As farre and wide thy body shalste nat be lefe. 17270|Thou sholdest me do, thou shuldest me defy, 17270|Thy lefe shall be thine, thourgh a thousand londes 17270|Shall be noght thy lefe, till thou shalt do to death 17270|Thy body all, & my lefe all is to dye. 17270|The firste offence, & the first offence was not defying. 17270|Suffer my body to be lefe, my lefe all to dye. 17270|The seconde, & seconde, & thirde, & fourth, & ======================================== SAMPLE 45790 ======================================== 1165|The one-eyed and the dim, 1165|The lank and the gaunt, the old and the young, 1165|The homeless man and the poor. 1165|There was a sound of many hands, and clashing foot-tread, 1165|And many drums against a rustling door, and a low, 1165|Quivering note of the last trumpet, a long, sad fall 1165|Of the gray of the last moon. 1165|At the low, rustling door, a hundred voices cry; 1165|The old moon crawls. 1165|The old moon crawls, crawls, crawls. The dead men clank, clank, 1165|And the clock ticks louder, and the night wind sings, 1165|"Come! Come! Come, let us keep watch upon the wall: 1165|The dead and dead men are old and wrinkled and slow," 1165|And many hands grow thin, and the night wind sighs 1165|"The bellows die, the walls fall down, the wall is gone." 1165|And there is silence on the wall, and feet pass by 1165|With their dripping clothes, and, slowly, the night tolls. 1165|The night is full of moonlight; wind and rain 1165|Are at their sides; the night winds, dropping song, 1165|Are at the gates, and at the walls, and the walls will blow. 1165|And, slowly, the night wind sings, "Let there be peace!" 1165|But the bells are still, and the dead are sitting still; 1165|And the sky is full of stars, and the tide of rain 1165|Runs past them, a-swoon, in a white shroud of night, 1165|Of white clouds, dropping to one side, and white moonshine. 1165|"Let there be peace!" the clock doth toll, 1165|"Let there be peace." The night is full of rain, 1165|And low, in the gates, and far behind 1165|The dead walk proudly, head-thick with their night-drops. 1165|And "Let there be peace!" the clock is struck, 1165|"Peace!" the night wind fills and the moon is full, 1165|And the low, white walls are shattered and bent: 1165|"Peace! Peace! Peace!" but the night wind rings in vain. 1165|And slowly, slowly, the bells of the clock weigh: 1165|"Peace! Peace! peace!" the clock-hands toll 1165|Soft-swerved and small, 1165|And "Peace!" still they knock, 1165|"Peace!" and still they toll: 1165|"Peace there! Peace there! All still at last, 1165|And peace! Peace! Peace! Peace!" 1165|The old bell chimed softly and long. 1165|The old clock creaked to sleep. 1165|One little bell chimed once, 1165|And the little clock stopped short, 1165|And the little bell chime 1165|Chimed slowly, and then stopped, 1165|And the little, little, little bell chimed out again. 1165|And a face like a peach, 1165|I knew at last, 1165|Peaches always know, 1165|And it was peach-face sure. 1165|But the face on the stone -- 1165|Was it the face on the stone? 1165|Yes. The face on the stone. 1165|And the face I knew; 1165|But it was hard to say. 1165|No. It was hard to say. 1165|I stood on the bridge by the shore. 1165|The little, little stone in the pond 1165|Gave a little whirl. 1165|And I stood on the bridge by the shore, 1165|And I saw the little, little stone. 1165|I saw the little, little stone. 1165|I saw the little, little stone 1165|That will live long in legend and song. 1165|And I looked at the little, little stone. 1165|The little, little stone in the pond, 1165|Gave a little whirl and a little whack. 1165|And I looked at the little, little stone, 1165|And I thought ======================================== SAMPLE 45800 ======================================== 8795|That from above descends, he saw, approach and fly 8795|With speed where he expected, by their wearied sides 8795|Vavilan, and the bank, from which he made, at eve, 8795|The notch he made to Lausacus' chain. 8795|On this side he beheld that glittering swell; 8795|On that, the valley lost of Pergamus: 8795|On the morrow, those brightened eyes were bent 8795|To search what route their journey took. As birds, 8795|Who on Chios see the rising of the dawn, 8795|Eye running water from the east, and follow 8795|That light which from the mountains passes Chios: 8795|So, passing from the torrid heat, the dame 8795|To her own share of air dexterity lent. 8795|Lo! there the ladder, from whereon Manto's eye 8795|At view'd her lord, upon the which he climb'd, 8795|Lights, and that courser, with whom Saturnian Jove 8795|Loves to contend, dismounting with the sound 8795|Of voice, that oftentimes remarking forward 8795|The mutual ill, consoled him. So pass'd we 8795|Into a zone, impassable; and there 8795|Destroying all the sense of sight, we found 8795|Beauty unmov'd, so vast and so distinct, 8795|She might have quell'd envy, had not Cynthia thence 8795|Caught me, saying, "What ails thee, that thou 8795|Hast not thy look unfriendly, and appear'd 8795|Foolish, as thou did'st?" And I, to whom 8795|She rather thank'd for speaking, blank'd replied, 8795|Not truly, for they have nowise power to bind 8795|Thy will, as was thine before. There were within 8795|The mighty circle, round about me spread 8795|Two wings of fire, each feather'd with three crosses: 8795|Thus armed and dress'd, on either side appear'd 8795|Winged messengers of heav'n, and by them went 8795|The power of deliverance, wisp'ring their way 8795|With unerring phrase, so greet and so discreet. 8795|Whoso deem'st the least upon ground that thou 8795|Hast misconceived, mark thou well that messengers 8795|Of heav'n, thou waitest them with eager haste. 8795|They are indeed your foes: but, by their Spears 8795|And by th' eternal Purpose, ye among them 8795|Are chang'd: and therefore in my stead a stranger, 8795|Idle and unprofitable, I must be, 8795|Unchang'd, and pass the bounds of all mankind." 8795|Already 'twas mid-day; and the pole 8795|From which our earth, by its aspect chang'd, 8795|Revisit'd, and the new-ris'ling zones 8795|Tracer'd, when they view'd me, exclaim'd: "Look! 8795|It is daylight! And thy sight, if not mir'd, 8795|At least by this time, fully digest." 8795|So on they pass'd, beam'd and wing'd, untied 8795|The knots, that fringed them with beak and finny wrig; 8795|And when they came where I my guide adjoin'd, 8795|'Mongst curious lookers-on I spy'd them deck'd 8795|With goodly toil, not waste, in rais'd carpets, 8795|And victuals rich, chopp'd from the well-flour'd herds. 8795|Whileas I gaz'd, a passion in me wrought 8795|Wond'ring, and with wish surpass'd my former truth; 8795|So that my former speech, though flattering, was 8795|False to my feeling; and, since it needs must be, 8795|I now began: "It chanc'd so sometime of late, 8795|My mind, that all other thoughts arose, to sleep 8795|With the 6 sense-bodies. But fix'd affection 8795|For those, with whom I tortuous travels 8795|Endure, prompts me to relate the ======================================== SAMPLE 45810 ======================================== 2619|And he sat aghast to find his friend 2619|A thousand miles away, 2619|But he was so glad, ah, glad he was, 2619|When he heard the door shut, shut fast, shut close, 2619|With a knock at his lonely door, 2619|"Who's there?" he cried, 2619|And in a tone which told you who it was 2619|He'd come to let him in? 2619|"Come in," the porter replied, 2619|"My lord and your friend; 2619|And open the great iron gate, 2619|I'll let you in free." 2619|When first he entered, it was like any den, 2619|With its darkening tread and its gay light spilled; 2619|But there came one who bore upon his head 2619|A scarf whose white shade, like summer skies, 2619|Fell soft beneath his dark, full-browed bob 2619|And o'er his noble, beaming face, 2619|A dove-like wing; 2619|Then said, as he led him in in haste, 2619|With anxious face and slow, 2619|"It is some one here," he said, 2619|"Who came in by stealth." 2619|Then softly said the porter, "This man is young, 2619|Of honest birth and name; 2619|Of honest worth and form, 2619|And I have watched a little while; 2619|But my heart's grown very cold, 2619|Since you told your friend is dead." 2619|Then softly said the porter, "I'm young, 2619|I have slept all night; 2619|But if it must be so, 2619|Come back with me, I pray." 2619|Then said the porter, very low, 2619|"If it must be so with me, 2619|And a good friend can say 2619|That he must die, 2619|I'll trust my heart with you." 2619|And softly said the porter, "Oh, 2619|I never loved such things; 2619|But now, with my little son 2619|To-morrow morn, 2619|My heart is in a fright; 2619|And I'll open the little gate 2619|To take him in and out." 2619|"But I'm old," said the keeper, 2619|With serious air; 2619|And never in my life had I heard 2619|So much to be desired; 2619|Old, but in good humor, 2619|If aught had altered his mind; 2619|For he'd gone out many a mile with him, 2619|In search of some rare flower, 2619|Whose leaves never curled, 2619|But had merely to blow-- 2619|And the keeper's still free. 2619|"But that's a sin!" laughed the keeper with glee, 2619|To a lad of nine; 2619|"It's a thing which seldom happens here; 2619|You need never take for granted 2619|That all things must go right. 2619|If things should go wrong, 2619|I'm perfectly able to deal. 2619|I could say, in a way, 2619|Just how you may like to wind 2619|The little gate, if you will, 2619|And we'll see about that first." 2619|He went on,-- 2619|To work he knew full well, 2619|And in a little while 2619|The gate would turn, 2619|And he should see, as well as you, 2619|The world was much the same, 2619|The children playing at tennis, 2619|The mothers leaning out of window, 2619|The mothers leaning out of window. 2619|The children in their brawls 2619|The little children playing on us, 2619|The little children playing on us. 2619|A child's first thought, I think, is 2619|Why he should ever do it; 2619|Why he should ever do it, 2619|A child's first thought is, 2619|That there are people going 2619|To things they dare not ask; 2619|And there are people going 2619|To things they dare not ======================================== SAMPLE 45820 ======================================== May I die?" 38550|Ergo iam ne quicquam meus, quod mihi 38550|Virum, quod semper amore mei: 38550|Virum, quod semper amore meum, et 38550|Quod mihi, quod pueri? 38550|Quicquid nisi et nesciat, nisi mea, 38550|Nisi, cura, tuos? 38550|Sic mihi sumus, quo mea semper, mea semper 38550|Se mirum est: nescius est. 38550|Hoc quisquam vides, puer arces; 38550|Hoc si magnis, si pueris: 38550|Nempe inter Æneidum, cedit et viva 38550|Quae me, quod tibi, mea semper. 38550|Hoc ergo, quo me mea semper, mea semper; 38550|Nempe inter Æneidum, cedit et viva 38550|Quae sibi, quod pueris. 38550|At turpis omnis et me carmine 38550|Si mihi, si puer, si puellis: 38550|Et qua tecum me turba, me carminis 38550|Si mihi, si puer, pueris. 38550|Idem ehemue qui me tecum: 'Quid nisi, si potes, quod nisi?' 38550|Haec mea semper, mea semper amor, 38550|Hoc, semper auctor, cum carminis. 38550|Ah, sed me, qua secundum augustum 38550|Nulla viarum, nec hac vino: 38550|Ah, sed me, qua carminis, augustum! 38550|Idem tu, qua salutis carminis, 38550|Tibi et mihi carminis, augustus! 38550|Quod si magis hoc salvo, at tu cernis, 38550|Erram, semper eram, mea semper amor? 38550|Quod cederet hic, nec pueris esse: 38550|Quod decetret, hic decetret, mea semper aeva! 38550|Quique sic nisi hoc carminibus esse: 38550|Illi carminibus, at tu decetret! 38550|Et quoque, dum carminis et aevi, augustum, 38550|Aut et iaculum, vidi, fons habere! 38550|Ah, sed me, qua secundum augustum: 38550|Errata est quod mihi, semper amor, 38550|Haec et carminibus, augustus, est, et hic decetret! 38550|To the same tune. 38550|Pine, pine, pine-trees, pine-trees by the wood, 38550|Pine, pine-trees, pine-trees, pine-trees by the grove, 38550|Pine, pine, pine, pine-trees, pine-trees, pine-trees, pine-trees; 38550|And if my song 38550|Should be an answer, I should hear it well; 38550|Pine, pine, pine-trees, pine-trees, pine-trees by the wood, 38550|Pine, pine, pine, pine-trees, pine-trees, pine-trees by the grove; 38550|As to answer, one may say--Nay, nay, 'tis done. 38550|'Twas never sung; and when the woods are drear, 38550|We know the song's a fable; the trees, with scornful ire, 38550|Flap their wings and their white leaves are a sad ode; 38550|But--hark! now let me hear 38550|'Twas sung; and when I hear _that_, then woe is me! 38550|My song, good Sirs, is a sad ode, 38550|The trees would say 'tis a sad ======================================== SAMPLE 45830 ======================================== 1471|Woe is me! woe is me! 1471|Breathes the soul, the life, the all - 1471|Torn are the fragments--all!-- 1471|Oh, to be here alone! 1471|The world is fair enough 1471|And all the trees and rocks; 1471|But what's fair is only 1471|When not-too-beautiful 1471|Makes leave this fair to go. 1471|When only Nature, 1471|Not herself in form or view, 1471|The fairest still must be, 1471|To every dullard's sight. 1471|The bird to thrush is attired 1471|When buds the blue-bird in the wood, 1471|And the lark to her that sings 1471|Was bred for other sire. 1471|Then be she bred other sires, 1471|Or be she as the lark, 1471|For she is fair, and she is true:- 1471|The world's for Nature's sons. 1471|No flower shall bear thy name, 1471|But it should bear a thorn, 1471|Mingling thy blood with thorns. 1471|Thou shalt be known afar 1471|No more by thine own eyes, 1471|But by the hearts that bleed. 1471|From out the leafy dark 1471|The swallow, like a bride, 1471|Shall watch thee in the dark; 1471|While through the silent home 1471|The hearth shall blaze thy praise. 1471|The nightingale's love-lied vow 1471|Was vain, it has no ring, 1471|For the fire has made it gold, 1471|And thou art fair no more. 1471|Ah, Child of many pies, 1471|Where is thy joy? Where is thy spell? 1471|The lamp is out--O Child of mine, 1471|For thy sake I am slow. 1471|To-night the lamp is out, 1471|The stars are out of sight, 1471|Of Thine eyes there's naught but night. 1471|On many a bier the kine 1471|Stands pale, nor doth complain 1471|Of air that blows in blood-red; 1471|That sun is far away. 1471|The flowers stand pale 1471|Beside a dear white stream, 1471|Or side by side with flowers 1471|Doubtfully vigil is kept. 1471|No dove from out the dawn 1471|But feels his eyes to part; 1471|But when the moon is bright, 1471|No dove of theirs is flown. 1471|No bird of theirs has flown, 1471|Nor ever sought to sing, 1471|But silent through the night, 1471|He faints and sinks to rest, 1471|For nothing else can he say. 1471|No bird of theirs had died 1471|But Silence had his woe, 1471|But in His lip she laid 1471|A smile of death to steal. 1471|His voice is still, 1471|His heart is still, 1471|His eyes are still, 1471|He cannot speak one word. 1471|When he has wept, 1471|When sorrow has ended, 1471|The sun goes from the sky; 1471|The stars go from the skies, 1471|He cannot speak or take 1471|His last farewell of them. 1471|The lark gone down 1471|To her nest gone up, 1471|No more a friend to me; 1471|I cannot bring them back, 1471|For God forbid I say 1471|Aught to revive them but-- 1471|The stars gone down 1471|To their homes in the sky, 1471|The moon to her sea-high peak, 1471|The moon to her crown of dew, 1471|For God forbid I weep, 1471|So that I may rise 1471|And climb the heaven's height. 1471|Sweetest and fairest, from those Heaven-hewn halls, 1471|The sainted spirits, with the little chosen race 1471|Of holy people stand, 1471|Whom, as thine eyes reveal, 1471|A thousand lamps ======================================== SAMPLE 45840 ======================================== 26333|To your old friend, your faithful and wise old nurse, 26333|Let me say a few words for you and her. 26333|First, the love that you've proved them, dear, may this 26333|Be a comfort to them. To them, perchance, 26333|May come the love that I've promised. Next time, I 26333|May be reconciled by some slight concession 26333|To your old sweet friend, old nurse, since both 26333|Are in your hands or your care these many years. 26333|I can endure it, for there are none to chide 26333|Or to blame. And when my duty has brought 26333|Those you love home to me, there is much left 26333|Of good ground. Then, God bless them, you will be 26333|Forever friend to them and to me. 26333|So the whole of them, I fear me, 26333|Are to me but one dear friend. 26333|So this note, dear, dear notes, to them I send. 26333|Now that our little story is done, 26333|I trust that you will not, for all your might, 26333|moan and groan, as some old, grey words have often been, 26333|so they will not be forgotten and I can be glad and gentle, 26333|as you never could be, dear! 26333|And now, dear friends, if it may please you, dear friends, 26333|I will speak with you now, now, and forever, dear. 26333|You know that I never, in anything, have ever been 26333|blest till I heard you have heard the secret word. 26333|It is not that I wish you would stay with me. 26333|It is not in thought or word or deed. 26333|'Twill surely be in spirit as well at any time to you. 26333|You will have been good to me, dear, since I was born, 26333|or it may just be that you remember. 26333|I must not say what my heart holds dear--you will understand. 26333|It was very sweet of you when you heard of me, dear. 26333|It suits my purpose, now I know how much you know. 26333|Oh, this is the way you give back, dear, to me: 26333|When you have met again in life, dear, 26333|There is never a hint of a fault to say, 26333|And you have met as friends, my dear, for aye. 26333|So, I bid you a good-by, dear. 26333|I have never prayed to be buried in sleep, 26333|But rather have gone up through the clouds by day. 26333|The light has come again, dear, but the sound of the rain 26333|Has been hushed. 26333|No more is the light from the window and street, 26333|But in soft mists the shadows of things float down the way. 26333|Oh, the world is as white as my hand at your breast, 26333|Now I have known you in one form and image with you. 26333|The world lies soft against my hand, dear. 26333|Oh, my heart may not have words of the tenderness you feel 26333|For yourself and your dear ones. 26333|I know I have never been true to you, dear. 26333|I have but been faithful to you. 26333|Yet I know, dear friends, if I could understand, 26333|Something of your vision, I could do it any day. 26333|So to-night, dear friends, at your table you may see 26333|The love-light burning as brightly for aye. 26333|And I hope, dear friends, it may be that in your view 26333|There is only a shadow, a shadow dark and deep. 26333|I am not sorry. I know there was no sin in my ways. 26333|I know I could not love you, and not you yourself. 26333|My heart has grown young with the thought of the great day when 26333|my life shall be finished. 26333|I will not feel sorry for myself. 26333|I am the child of tenderness, dear. 26333|I am glad that I love you, dear. 26333|I will make you a promise, dear. 26333|I will speak the truth ======================================== SAMPLE 45850 ======================================== 3155|The light that shines so weakly on the 3155|Heaven-sent hopes and fears of all in this 3155|Paradise-sent world, is all a dream or dreamer's 3155|Shall dream to the untruth! But that very 3155|And all this vast of heaven, this shining 3155|Sphere ere man be blest, is but a shadow, 3155|The shadow of a God, who dwells with the 3155|Immortals in his own eternal 3155|Thin majesty. But why should we make 3155|It all a dream? They are here, 3155|The angels of the blest; 3155|For all the worlds, for they are 3155|The daughters of Eternity. 3155|So they should come, 3155|With gentle words and tears, 3155|To the heart of the departed, 3155|And guide him in his wandering. 3155|How glorious is the sun! There is no power 3155|Like his--no power like his to work our good, 3155|And lay waste and blight the barren lands. 3155|There is no power like his--no sight so clear, 3155|No sound so sweetly to his ear as his. 3155|No music is so true as his voice, 3155|No sunshine half so fair as his face. 3155|Oh, he's the envy of the plains, 3155|And the heart of the great earth; 3155|And, in a world of pain and strife, 3155|He is a blessing and a shield. 3155|For, through my dreams, like a blessing borne, 3155|He is a shield and beacon to me, 3155|And sets my footsteps in the right; 3155|So, while this weary, weary time 3155|Breaks under my weary feet, 3155|Oh, may I walk by his side when Death 3155|Smites, at his feet, my feeble band! 3155|I stood at her great door upon the hill, 3155|And from within I heard the low unquiet peal 3155|Of the sea, a voice and cry that has not ceased; 3155|I stood within her sweetest garden there: 3155|And in the sweetest of her gardens was 3155|A garden where the golden-rod and tilth 3155|In a lone field grew, and a small, sad tree 3155|Grew in the shadow. 3155|And with the trees, as if a dream itself, 3155|The sunbeams floated through the garden-bower; 3155|And every leaf was a smile, and a star, 3155|And a breath of music played from every shoot. 3155|"Come, let us go." 3155|The birds were golden-ripe, the lilies strown, 3155|And round that one great tree the sweet, small bees 3155|Went humming, hum like music and soft sleep. 3155|The goldenrod and tilth were springing white, 3155|The sun was bright; the gardener had begun 3155|On every branch and flower were many a seed. 3155|"Come, let us go." 3155|The birds made music, and from every spray 3155|Went whispering from each leaf, "Come, let us pass 3155|The golden-ripe branch, and linger on the stalk, 3155|That golden-coloured vine at mercy hath 3155|Of spring unbidden; let us let the vine 3155|Praise God, who is perfect and does all things." 3155|And down the long, sweet glide of garden ways 3155|The garden grew--the first that ever great 3155|The gardener may grow in this fair, narrow land, 3155|And all was glad and fair. All things were glad; 3155|For in this garden was not one whose heart 3155|Could find no tear, no bitterness, in all 3155|That blew and stirred. There passed a heart, and said, 3155|"God hath this garden," and, "God keep the earth 3155|Pure, and the goodly things we grow grow fair, 3155|And let the bitter days of death pass by." 3155|Thus was it said and not in wrath, and all 3155|Liked it and believed it; for the garden watched 3 ======================================== SAMPLE 45860 ======================================== 1246|And she's just the girl for you. . . . I feel you . . . 1246|And so that night we had drinks together, 1246|And I sat up in the porch and saw her. 1246|They put a ring on it; and it was her. 1246|I stood beside the water and I gazed 1246|And could not look upon her; but she was 1246|Such a wonder--she was like a flower, 1246|Such a soft and dimpled wonder; and I 1246|Wished the ring was a second or so, 1246|For then it would not look. . . . This I could see 1246|Was quite a thing of years, and it eased me 1246|Into it instantly . . . 1246|I had known her so, 1246|In her mother's eyes when she took her first child in, 1246|And at such a young age, 1246|In a mother's breast. 1246|A woman born with the gift of beauty, 1246|With the spring of life within her, 1246|With the love of God within her and the light of sun;-- 1246|I thought of her, and my soul leapt forth in ecstasy, 1246|And all I felt was rapture; and I bowed my head, 1246|And wept until the dawn. God has made man 1246|To rule himself from the beginning, 1246|And all day long I lie awake 1246|And gaze out through the doorway at the city. 1246|And then I am tired, my heart is tired; 1246|A golden cloud in the sky is gathering, 1246|And I fear he will light me on the head 1246|And walk out of it in the light of day. 1246|The gold of the moon is dim; 1246|I am worn out with wandering. 1246|And I ask myself how I shall live with them. 1246|And on what she had been taught by men, 1246|And taught. Why have she taught it 1246|From the beginning, 1246|Until now? 1246|We are all alone. 1246|No one is near. 1246|And there is no one to answer to my cries, 1246|And no one to hear my prayers. 1246|No one but the silence, 1246|The silence I must keep, 1246|Unpunished by me, 1246|Unpunished, for ever. 1246|As a child in the darkness, afraid, 1246|And ashamed, and trembling when I cry-- 1246|As I cry and I dare, and go out on the stairs 1246|To hide in the dark--and all alone-- 1246|I hear the world go by. 1246|The stars, with their golden white disc, 1246|Are like two golden candles burning, 1246|As red as the hair on my face. 1246|And underneath the red curtain, 1246|The white candle, only it's burning, 1246|Are my three children all sleeping. 1246|The little red candle quivering 1246|In the darkness--it's still that way . . . 1246|The candles are burning, not quivering, 1246|But still, you see, they're unrefreshing. 1246|Let's say my children had gone away, 1246|And I had to go without them; 1246|What matter? I wouldn't complain, 1246|For they'd all come back happy and old, 1246|With golden hair and dresses green. 1246|I know an old car in the garage of a garage, 1246|A little old car in the garage of a garage. 1246|There were seven of them when they were born. 1246|Now there are seven still living. 1246|Old cars are like children at their play. 1246|In the long dead days of my boyhood 1246|I drove an old car, a little old car in the garage, 1246|With wings of smoke that clung and clung, 1246|And wings of smoke that waggled. 1246|You saw the yellowing old car, 1246|Red and gold and grey, 1246|Like the little yellow car, 1246|The little old car in the garage of a garage. 1246|It had wings, and they were ======================================== SAMPLE 45870 ======================================== 42058|To my lady's chamber there came a light 42058|Out of the window, and saw in the distance 42058|The shape of a horse, and the words "Welcome!" 42058|And my lady said, "What is the message you bring?" 42058|And I made answer: "Lady, this is the tale 42058|Of the passion of love, that I carry you." 42058|When I think of it, the story of the horses 42058|In the days of old may seem too absurd 42058|To be swallowed for a living. Yet, when I 42058|Look backward o'er all the years, and see them riding 42058|Back, a line of knights, and my lady's looking 42058|Back, also, to the heyday of romance. 42058|O I see it all with a smile. In the days 42058|Of my childhood I remember the stir 42058|Of the passion of love that in my veins 42058|Came from the eyes, the throat, the cheek. I may be wrong-- 42058|I have a fancy that's as old as Time; 42058|I cannot give you the whole of it all-- 42058|Perhaps I may let slip something--I wonder. 42058|But I say all the words for a lady's love. 42058|Dear love, dear love, it's not the horse I love, 42058|But the lily-prize under the elm-tree. 42058|So, I ride the old familiar path alone, 42058|The path to which I ride each day; alone, 42058|And I see the horses, at the end of it all, 42058|A line of knights, and my lady looking back. 42058|When summer comes into flower, and then 42058|Fall leaves lie thick on all the ground, 42058|When all the woodland echoes far and wide 42058|The windy moan of the autumn rain, 42058|Then with the sweet fresh smell of mignonette 42058|And breezes blowing from the sea 42058|I sit me down beside the fire to smoke and to read. 42058|When winter comes into the land at last, 42058|And cloud and mists gather east and west, 42058|I sit me down beside the hearth to make 42058|My monthly journey to the post-box. 42058|The snow lies hidden in the hollow tree, 42058|And in the hollow tree the stump of a tree; 42058|And in the post-box is the signature of the post-man's name. 42058|To him who has the key, 42058|The year begins; 42058|To him who has the key 42058|The month, and year, and day, and month, 42058|And the number of the year, and the number of the month; 42058|And of the two the bigger is the giant oak, 42058|And the giant oak is the stamp of a post-man's stamp; 42058|The postman's signature, 42058|The signature, 42058|And the stamp of a post-man, 42058|And the giant oak on the stump of the giant oak. 42058|My summer house is very small; 42058|I live alone in the open air 42058|A cottage, in a pleasant open-air space, 42058|To which I yield the air, but I do not care 42058|A fig for anything beside; 42058|All we require is a little open space, 42058|A narrow house, our dwelling place. 42058|The gardener does not cut, 42058|But beds and beds and beds of it; 42058|He does not trim, 42058|But keeps it in a tidy state, 42058|And makes it pleasing to the eye: 42058|A nettle beds the streams, 42058|He keeps it in a bed of rushes; 42058|And all the weeds and all the little flies 42058|Come into our houses when it is fine, 42058|For then it spreads its wings and spreads, 42058|And spreads and spreads: 42058|The house itself is but a little hill, 42058|And I, who am the Gardener, lead a narrow house. 42058|The sun is bright 42058|And the air is fresh; 42058|The little birds sing merrily, 42058|For all the flowers are sprung ======================================== SAMPLE 45880 ======================================== 9889|And I heard one word of "I Love you" 9889|With her lips so sweet? 9889|I wonder who she was 9889|But I know not. 9889|O, the way she had to make 9889|The house too large for us two 9889|To fit within it! 9889|I see a woman, all right, 9889|And I am not so small as she, 9889|And, oh, the way I love the day 9889|When the sun shines so warm! 9889|But how I hate to go now to bed, 9889|And feel sick on the bed, 9889|And the place where my heart should be 9889|Is all over the floor. 9889|And oh! oh, how I wish I were smaller! 9889|As fat as the sugar-lipped lark on the bough 9889|That looks at me and sings and forgets it too-- 9889|'Tis the worst of all! 9889|And I'd rather be only her thumb 9889|Than anywhere else! 9889|A girl and her cat with a kitten of her own, 9889|The old garden shed 9889|Woke from its sleep of winter to give the spring 9889|New life to its fragrance and hue. 9889|A pink of the meadow, a plum of the sheen, 9889|A yellow of indigo, 9889|A dark blue of iridescent agate, 9889|An opal pure as the moon, 9889|A ruby set in a zigzag line, 9889|And then in a circle of red,-- 9889|It was a ring of the sunshine and rose-red gold 9889|That the girls had just laid on the floor. 9889|You thought the sun looked at you and turned away, 9889|But I don't blame you if he did: 9889|For just as you had thought he had turned away, 9889|He looked at you and looked at the roses there-- 9889|And set those roses all a-bloom! 9889|When your roses put forth petals of gold, 9889|You went on and you went up the sky, 9889|To look at the blue above the cloud's rim-- 9889|But never even a little rose could vie 9889|In catching a sunbeam that day! 9889|But then, the morning, when you turned and went 9889|In the one place that matters, 9889|The very place that keeps you from dying, 9889|The very place that makes you grow! 9889|You went over the garden and the hill, 9889|You went over the bridge and all along, 9889|So the flowers in the little hedge had a path 9889|For you to look down at them,-- 9889|And you thought of the flowers that you loved best-- 9889|You were always the first to come out there! 9889|When the sunlight through the leaves shall be dimmer, 9889|And all the grass is shaded, 9889|When the roses are fading and all the birds 9889|Are flown, when the butterflies are all gone, 9889|We will stand on the garden wall and say: 9889|"When the sun in his cheerful glory came 9889|He showed your roses blossoming; 9889|So, the day you look for, we will show the roses 9889|Here on our hedge this morning!" 9889|When the sun, of his own free will, goes down 9889|And the flowers, their joyous selves again, 9889|Be sure the world will smile and take the garden 9889|For what it was the first---the garden beautiful 9889|With its sweetest, scintillating beauty! 9889|I love the light that comes 9889|Into my head first, 9889|Into the darkness of my eyes 9889|The darker blue. 9889|I love the sound 9889|Of the wind in my chimney-stack, 9889|The sound of the leaf upon my walls, 9889|The sound of the birds that come from the hill, 9889|All blending in and out so sweetly. 9889|I love the flowers 9889|That adorn my window-sills; 9889|I like to look at the rose before it falls, 9889 ======================================== SAMPLE 45890 ======================================== 1471|Or else to that old place where you lie. 1471|Yet you are here; 1471|My heart is at rest, 1471|My soul at large; 1471|For the things I am, 1471|Have no more weight 1471|Than your good to give, 1471|And the songs I shall sing 1471|No more have number. 1471|What though the wind 1471|Obeys your 1471|Thee on this side the nest to fly? 1471|Or do you deem 1471|'Mid the birds to sing 1471|There is no more song 1471|Than a bird's song 1471|That a day hath been 1471|In the old wood there. 1471|Now it is night 1471|And we know the starry choir 1471|Of things not seen; 1471|But I 1471|Feel some hope and light, 1471|Like a lightened heart, 1471|Wakeful and fast asleep. 1471|And my eyes still see 1471|The good things, 1471|The sweet things seen 1471|By the moon on my hair, 1471|As she moves in the night 1471|A little while 1471|Afar away, 1471|Through the branches dark, 1471|While her hand 1471|On flower-bud, soft, 1471|Gathers and sinks; 1471|And the bird 1471|Sings, sings 1471|In the night of dream 1471|In the dusk of night, 1471|While with silence dim 1471|She 1471|Keeps watch by him, 1471|And the night wind 1471|Whips the trees to sigh. 1471|Now my soul 1471|Is lighted, and with music 1471|Of sweet grace 1471|And joy I walk 1471|As a child 1471|On his way 1471|With her hand. 1471|Now my flesh 1471|Is like a flower 1471|In-flowing 1471|With the morning dew-- 1471|Ah, how sweet 1471|The night! 1471|And my soul 1471|(What are these things 1471|But she) 1471|That would not be 1471|No more! 1471|To the old house. [Walton] 1471|Come out of your house; 1471|'Tis a wayward wind 1471|That doth blow 1471|The day out of my life, 1471|Not my house. 1471|That doth show 1471|Fruitley fields and thistles, 1471|And sills with locust-flowers, 1471|And in the yard, 1471|And on the hills, 1471|The plough and the vine, 1471|To be out-door grew! 1471|We are grown folk 1471|To go to the wood-yard 1471|To lie for the next week-- 1471|For days and nights, 1471|I see the reaper's axe; 1471|She is weaving men, 1471|She is knitting the wool; 1471|And I take to my bed, 1471|Whither I wake and grope, 1471|To hear the reaper's song. 1471|I lie fast asleep. [Katherine Barrett] 1471|When the day is bright, 1471|And the garden-garret empty, 1471|And the birds are homing; 1471|And the dew is on the clover, 1471|And the fields are salted; 1471|And the little old cow's "gahm," 1471|Says, "Shaa-la!" 1471|Then the bonny little cock 1471|That crowed at seven o'clock, 1471|As it had never crowed before,-- 1471|Crows again at nine. 1471|And the plowman's whistle 1471|Crows, "Dunza-line!" on the street, 1471|Where the wind comes blowing 1471|At the sheep-fold near the door, 1471|And the sheep go bleating, 1471|Tho' there's no moon to see; 1471| ======================================== SAMPLE 45900 ======================================== 8187|That it had only been a minute to 8187|"Come out of the sun,"--a phrase which, not 8187|Deserving to bear his acquaintance, 8187|He inly turned on one who, as it were, 8187|Could scarcely be believed, had not been then, 8187|One minute in his place without fear 8187|(Which might have been a great deal more) 8187|Afoot to follow the bright chase that runs, 8187|And, like his own, with light foot and heels; 8187|As if the world were a little island, 8187|And, far as the eye could pierce to peer 8187|Beside the forest or the lawn, 8187|The sun's bright eye were in the processions 8187|Of people's living natures all over; 8187|And some were in their booths with lamps, 8187|While others, leaning out as though 8187|They had not been, some were taking notes 8187|A leaflet, which the night had dropped 8187|Into their ears, in the silence there; 8187|And some in their quiet beds layin' down, 8187|And some went to bed as their night-cap laid; 8187|While some,--'twas very strange--had never seen 8187|The daylight, save at least the part 8187|Where it was painted on the evening star. 8187|Some were in their rooms and some were in 8187|Their gardens, leaving, of course, the roof 8187|Away--for the wind was up when they went there-- 8187|And the windows where their eyes would fit, 8187|Were out as far as the window-pane; 8187|And some in their rooms, some had taken to 8187|Their beds and all were in themselves. 8187|At length, for they all thought the time was past 8187|And that time had come to take their rest, 8187|They had all taken to what comfort they could 8187|--In all probability--to bed and rest. 8187|Then came the night that seemed to make them all 8187|The more to be satisfied and serene; 8187|The mist and rain's black mists were then parted 8187|And heaven's bright lights were poured as before; 8187|And the very air seemed to bring back-- 8187|'Twas the last dream she dreamedt that night-- 8187|From the past its echoes, with a charm 8187|Like nature's, came down o'er their way, 8187|And even their eyes--so dear a delight, 8187|--Though at times the stars might sometimes shine, 8187|And with their own bright lustre might shine, 8187|If heaven had but permitted it them!-- 8187|Were but recalled that sweet, dim past. 8187|For, while they slept, the wind still brought on 8187|The dream, and every hour more near to coming, 8187|Till even the stars took on their shapes, 8187|So they all looked to each other, so, 8187|As if, like ghosts, they ne'er were quite gone; 8187|Nor even was that which seemed most fearful, 8187|That all the world with terror was pale, 8187|For what were those strange times to us, 8187|When one can sleep, and sleep, and sleep? 8187|Such is the day, such the night, alas! 8187|Such is the very history of things. 8187|Thus on this single night as I've told, 8187|The little house of "Aislin'--whom I call 8187|The Sunflower--and for whose sake I was born, 8187|In consequence of all this strife 8187|--Her life I now would have the world to tell-- 8187|She--never the mean thing by it hailed, 8187|But, by a lover's lips, most loved and prized, 8187|Was from her life the dearest sold; 8187|And, though she was the first (a fact, no doubt, 8187|Which adds a charming irony to pain) 8187|That I was led to take her hand in mine, 8187|And make her our wedded nuptial life, 8187|All for the sake of _her_ light, sweet smile,!-- 8187|I'm not ======================================== SAMPLE 45910 ======================================== 14757|You and I,--as I suppose. 14757|As a hound that has no fear, 14757|As a horse that is not bound, 14757|I had rather be a fool 14757|Than a fool to be secure. 14757|The Devil made one in two, 14757|The Devil said, "You're fired, you're fired." 14757|We may as well give in, and die; 14757|And there's no end to the work we've nursed. 14757|The Devil may keep the grass, 14757|The Devil may keep the sun; 14757|But we, as we _know_ we've right to know, 14757|We can each take a guess at a thing. 14757|The Devil may keep, as now, 14757|The sky and the air for his own; 14757|But we, as we _know_, we may guess 14757|At the seasons that they forget! 14757|They say that the soul's center is the sun, 14757|But the soul's center is the wind, 14757|And our center it is when it is night-- 14757|The devil is never so far away! 14757|We would have a fight with God! 14757|Our eyes, we know He's there; 14757|And our hearts, we know He's there; 14757|But a fool he is, who will not hear us pray, 14757|Or comprehend our sorrow. 14757|We would have a fight with God 14757|Till his face should come out, 14757|And his finger should touch our soul, and know 14757|We _cannot see_ Him! 14757|The sky is a little speck, 14757|And we are a little speck, 14757|And we can say we are a speck 14757|And we can say we are a speck. 14757|No, no, we cannot see--or but we think we see: 14757|God is in the universe and can't be found in our sight. 14757|We do not hear a thing; 14757|We do not see a thing: 14757|The heavens are a-smile and the stars are a-lee. 14757|We do not feel, we do not know, 14757|This being who appears beyond all thought to be nought. 14757|But what is a star's or the sun's--if they may be such-- 14757|When there's an end to their shining--and there's no more of them? 14757|Come on, come on, my children, come fast! 14757|I've kept you all long enough in clingichah time: 14757|We're going up to the topmost turret to-day. 14757|It's a long hill and a bumpy road 14757|That goes up to the top of the world 14757|And the bottom of the world goes down, 14757|And all the wheels are in a whirl: 14757|And it's over the top and all the way, 14757|And down across the other side. 14757|The wind comes whistling down with the rain 14757|And the wind comes whistle down and moans and moans 14757|And his face is white with the ache of a cry: 14757|Come on, come on! 14757|In the end we'll both fall down and die 14757|And there'll be a great heap of stones 14757|Under our feet and we can't see what's under them: 14757|The road that goes up to nowhere else, 14757|The road that goes down to nowhere else, 14757|It is dust and dust everywhere. 14757|But we'll go up in a little while 14757|And find out how the wheels work, 14757|And how the wheels can be put away, 14757|And how the wheels can git in and out. 14757|It is too big for a toe, 14757|For it is too big for a hand, 14757|For it is too big for a brain. 14757|And you will hear the wind go by 14757|That says, "Here are two things, 14757|The bigger for the bigger toe. 14757|And we can see the wind so we like to lie still 14757|And laugh at the funny funny funny things that be." 14757|We sit in ======================================== SAMPLE 45920 ======================================== 1020|So when you come up, I'm going to go 1020|And sit in my bed, but you may not hear 1020|From my side, as far as you can trust 1020|The wind that's blowing, or the rain. 1020|I shall go too far for this day's work. 1020|The moon came up, pale as a ghost, and 1020|Lit up the road, like a spectre in a dream, 1020|And it filled up the sky, and turned the stars 1020|To shadows, and drowned my voice in rain. 1020|"The wind has changed and has gone," I said. 1020|(I was going for to finish mine book.) 1020|"And you, my little man, are going to do 1020|A stupid thing, and make a fool of you." 1020|I turned away from the door to the street, 1020|The wind ran up like a red-hot scythe 1020|That slices trees, I saw it so. 1020|Then a bright red car came, and drove away 1020|And I heard the wheels of the dead-speed wind 1020|Crumble and sob and stop to kiss a girl 1020|That was standing alone in the dusk. 1020|I came back, to the path, where a girl was singing 1020|And she stood like a rock in the moss. 1020|There were two sisters waiting 1020|In the village and they never went out together. 1020|When their little brother went to school 1020|He would stay long in the house by the gate, 1020|And in middle of the day he'd go out and play. 1020|And the brothers and sisters all were like one, 1020|Or like a brother and sister. 1020|I would like to go out now and go down 1020|On to some other house that was not like this. 1020|The brothers and sisters all were gone. 1020|The little boys took all their toys from the ground. 1020|They always said that a dream was the worst kind 1020|Of having two small things to play with. 1020|For he was always hungry and always cold, 1020|And they said he never would grow up like that. 1020|And a long time they never knew why. 1020|And that was how they all came back to him again. 1020|For I have told you how there was something more 1020|Than a little glass of milk to make him cry, 1020|And a great much to tease and make him angry. 1020|"O you should have seen him, when he kissed me first!" 1020|Said her mother to me last night. 1020|Then I told her that I would do him right, 1020|And set him down in my bed and laid out food. 1020|So he sat there and cried and laughed in my arms. 1020|And the nurses and doctors came in to take him away. 1020|And the good old nurse took him upstairs, too, 1020|And gave him a glass, a bath, and some blankets. 1020|And we made him a bed for all the long night's rest, 1020|And brought him back out again from the world to play. 1020|And one evening when he played with the boys 1020|And the girls came out to play, 1020|I could see him like a little boy again, 1020|And every child would say, 1020|"What a lovely boy! and what fun!" 1020|Some times he would say, "Little girl! wait, wait, wait! 1020|Let me see if you can." 1020|Some times he would say, "Little boy!" and then, 1020|"That you can kiss me." 1020|And I put my arms around him as he cried, 1020|And held him, and kissed him. 1020|And he always said, "A good boy! this is fun!" 1020|But he could never speak. 1020|So I took his big shoes from his feet and tied them on 1020|Behind his knees and shut his eyes, and turned his head, 1020|And said, "My little boy, don't cry!" 1020|And I kissed him, and said, "If it isn't for me, 1020|What a beautiful boy!" 1020|And he cried in my ======================================== SAMPLE 45930 ======================================== 13649|_Mamma_, mamma's friend. 13649|_Crown Prince_, Chief of the Council; or, the King of the Council. 13649|_Lorraine_, near Lourdes, the Spanish mainland. 13649|_Gaunsman_, Gauzese. 13649|_Yass_, to leap; _yass-woi_; a wild dance. 13649|_Gaunsmen_, Gauzese. 13649|I hear my little girl's mother singing, 13649|Through the open door, singing; 13649|And the shining clouds are parting, 13649|By the mountain-streaming river, 13649|And the little wild-wood singing 13649|Is the spirit of her mother. 13649|Come, little maiden, come, 13649|Bring the book thou canst not fill, 13649|Bring my magic book of rhymes 13649|And the mother's song divine. 13649|My rhyming daughter, wilt thou take 13649|These simple rhymes to learn; 13649|For the mother's love is in them, 13649|And in her voice thy spirit; 13649|And they shall be thy memories 13649|Of the beautiful and dim, 13649|Of the things thy mother thought. 13649|What though I say thy songs are weak? 13649|Thou'rt a firder far than I, 13649|And they are twain that are here below 13649|In the heart of all the woods. 13649|And thou knowest my songs are weak, 13649|And thy mother's voice is sweet, 13649|And she said thou couldst not do it; 13649|And she taught thee not to sing. 13649|O, if I had a magic book 13649|To write the love of all, 13649|Of the mother and the child and all 13649|Who dwell in all our world, 13649|It would write the mother-song 13649|And the father-song sublime, 13649|Of the poet-soul afire, 13649|While thy brother's spirit went 13649|In thy music to the skies, 13649|And thy little brother's spirit 13649|In thee went above to go. 13654|_All rights reserved, including film production, including 13654|"SHALL I tell my sorrow?" No. 13654|"THEY ARE LIKE A STINGRAY TO SEE JUPITER." 13654|_The King's Own Times_ 13654|"And now, O Prince, I pray thee, come: and I 13654|Will show thee how to woo me, if like mine 13654|And all the beauty that's in the world; 13654|And thou wilt see in this my love of thee 13654|A wondrous likeness in beauty's eyes; 13654|Then I will show thee, when thy thoughts are wise, 13654|The angel of that very thing I mean. 13654|Now come and follow; I'll show thee all that I 13654|Have felt and heard, and seen and sung, and wrought, 13654|Since I was happy with my own beloved, 13654|Whose body is like the grass-blade fair." 13654|"_Thou shalt be like the grass-blade_!" 13654|"Be like to me: nor look behind thee, nor 13654|The moon at all, nor the sun, till we are one." 13654|_The King's Own Times_ 13654|"I love thee. I will teach thy heart to love! 13654|Ah, thou must love me too! 'Tis all my will 13654|Thy feet have ever trod, dear love, to thee 13654|But first, for I am ready with my song 13654|To show that thou art as good as thou art good." 13654|"_The King's Own Times_ 13654|"It was a day in May, and all the bowers 13654|Were full of sweet birds, and many a rill, 13654|And all the fields were just as sweet with flowers, 13654|And on the valley came the river rill, 13654|Or seemed to flow: and round the birch tree blew 13654|A lark's song: and many a pixie's voice 13654|Beside the water sang. 'Twas well ======================================== SAMPLE 45940 ======================================== 1280|And thus, when I had learned the truth 1280|From the most bitter slanders which had come to me through the press of my 1280|There was one in whose voice and mind 1280|The song of your people thrilled 1280|For the sweetness of freedom and of Heaven; 1280|For the dream of a perfect society and society of the people and 1280|For the beauty of a peaceful world; 1280|For love and for life and for the struggle; 1280|I felt their echo in my heart 1280|Where I had heard the least rebuke. 1280|For the glory of the freeborn man, 1280|The glorious hope and the trust 1280|In the wisdom of God revealed 1280|In a voice that rang forth from the depths of God to his people. 1280|Thus I read the meaning of God. 1280|A few days ago, in the days of summer, at a time of my 1280|My heart was filled with the scent of the early roses, 1280|The scent of them and of you in the fields of my childhood. 1280|I did not ask; but I felt,-- 1280|As I saw them float in the sunlight down the valleys of the years 1280|To the shores of the Mississippi,-- 1280|That this scent, like the scent of other blooms, would be mine and 1280|The first leaves of dreams of my song, 1280|That were written in paper blue, 1280|Were golden foil on the gold of the leaves, 1280|Would sparkle and dance in the air, 1280|And make the air their playground and haunt, 1280|As they gathered, unnumbered, around the table in my study. 1280|But the leaf-charm went out-- 1280|The paper leaf was gone 1280|By the hand of the hand that had written it all over with a 1280|pen of the hand of some one, 1280|That was younger and sweeter than mine! 1280|Now, each leaf is a part of my heart, 1280|It trembles and writhes in my hand. 1280|Whence comes the wisdom of love, 1280|That I write on my book of verse 1280|Each word that I dream of that grows 1280|As the paper becomes older 1280|And lighter-- 1280|O, the gold and the black of the days of my boyhood, 1280|The glory of a youth that was good and bright! 1280|My heart is a sea of memories! 1280|My spirit is light at the world's behest! 1280|'T was at twilight 1280|I walked up and down 1280|The stately and shadowy street of my boyhood; 1280|A man came running, 1280|His gaiters buried in his coat of brown:-- 1280|"O where is your home, boy, who will bring you back?" 1280|And I answered: 1280|"My gaiters hid me in a coat of brown." 1280|"O you poor, poor boy, what made you go into the closet?" 1280|And I answered: 1280|"I knew I would never win the elections, 1280|And that would make me a hero to my country." 1280|"And what did you make of the rest of the election?" 1280|And I answered: 1280|"Well, there was my trouble of how to vote,-- 1280|Because I didn't want it, 1280|They sent me to the House, 1280|And there they put me with the Democrats. 1280|"I know a thing or two about voting, and 1280|You call up a whole host of old books 1280|"And some of them are quite useless," 1280|Said the man with the gaiters.-- 1280|"The times they all are,--well, boy, let me tell you 1280|If you really wanted to know!" said I, 1280|Looking round the room-- 1280|"I had read a lot, but only the works of Homer-- 1280|And that was the least of it! I left the books on the shelves, 1280|I would not look at the books I could find. 1280|"I went to bed, and I thought: 1280|"Why must men have it so? 1280|If no one can ======================================== SAMPLE 45950 ======================================== 18238|When I was twenty-seven. 18238|They gave me a cottage and a farm, 18238|All green and quiet and serene; 18238|And I could see the sea-line and the glades, 18238|And the sweet country girls who went to school 18238|With me, and my own sweet face. 18238|In winter I might watch the sea-bird 18238|In the deep breast of the mighty oak, 18238|In the cool and silent night-time hours, 18238|While, like a king, I rode the wild wind flapping 18238|About my brows and hair. 18238|In summer when through the green leaves 18238|The yellow bee came thrice a day, 18238|From blossomed thorn the blackbird came, 18238|With jasmine crown and jasmine tail, 18238|And his sweet blood the golden gale 18238|Blown by the palm-trees, and the pools 18238|Under the eaves where the thrushes fly, 18238|And a thousand songs of gayest glee 18238|The sweet woods give from apple-trees, 18238|I slept by the side of my darling maid. 18238|It was a little house, with a red front, 18238|And a door where her feet waited always, 18238|And a garden full of flower, and a door 18238|With a gentle door-step. 18238|But the world was all within. 18238|And the sun came out, and the stars grew black, 18238|And never could one night be quite gone, 18238|And ever seemed to come and go, 18238|And shake the garden rafters with a sob 18238|Of the soft wind like a song. 18238|And I was a woman, and I trembled and prayed. 18238|For the man with the long sleep in his eyes, 18238|Who slept by my side at every birth, 18238|Who dreamed of all the firesides of the world 18238|And the joys that would be then,-- 18238|The joys that never could be had, 18238|When the sun came in at the fall of day, 18238|And the night-wind blew in my face, 18238|And the roses died and the sea-birds flew, 18238|And the dawning glory of a little cock's-feather 18238|Touched the dark green eyes of the little cock's-feather. 18238|It was just a dim, brown room, 18238|And a little window near the wall, 18238|And a little bed by the window, 18238|And a little table near the wall, 18238|And a little table near the wall, 18238|And a little chair at the head for you and me, 18238|And a little chair at the head for you and me. 18238|It will seem strange, at the first hearing, 18238|That I am so tall and you are so small, 18238|But the tiniest of those tapers sheds light 18238|Upon the secrets of these matters. 18238|For each feather of that little torch 18238|In the far East, in the far West, 18238|In the blue, and in the crimson, and white, 18238|Burns for us until the midnight's fly 18238|Touches us with the light of its gleam. 18238|The small red drops of dew I see 18238|From the little drops on the little drops of dew, 18238|That lie upon you and me and the flowers, 18238|And are shed on us and the flowers and you 18238|And all things that are small and are dear. 18238|Let the world be wide and sweet, O heart, 18238|Let it break asunder on the ear,-- 18238|But let no small sound break your rest. 18238|What need have I to sing your name 18238|If the hills of Arden have a charm? 18238|And the land I love is your own, 18238|And you'll love it long enough to hear 18238|How the songs of you thrill my ear. 18238|Your name's the name from which the birds fly; 18238|Your smile is the sunshine on my brow,-- 18238|And your heart is the pulse of my heart; 18238|You are all that I ======================================== SAMPLE 45960 ======================================== 8187|'Tis now thy choice to stay or roam--for you. 8187|And whatsoe'er the world may think of our lot, 8187|'Twill be another's lot who says, "I'll go." 8187|The world _must_ know our fate; let it see 8187|We're not quite contented here--let _it_ know 8187|That by its very nature we are here 8187|In spite of all its hopes and all its fears, 8187|In spite of its wild and fickle whim. 8187|But as for one half whose fancy thus doth touch 8187|The heart of _England_, and whom I feel, 8187|All in some strange, wondrous way, hath _come_, 8187|I ask the _world_ not to forget that we 8187|Are mortals, _not_ in the world's eyes, and _not_ 8187|All the world's glory--may it only smile, 8187|When the last breath of our British youth 8187|Is at our dying lips, "_and so, my lord; 8187|And as Lord Mayor of Lambeth town, I pray, 8187|That if you'll give me the business--so, pray! 8187|I'd like to see Lambeth tower up 8187|In such a grand, proud line--a little more._ 8187|"_For I've a wife that's fifty-seven years old_"-- 8187|Is that what you mean?--it ought to be known 8187|(Though, like many others, you are blind) 8187|That we two live _at home_, and 'tis _my_ business 8187|To see that she and you have a home." 8187|I said, "I see,"--but my tongue could not say, 8187|"_My dear lady_! thou shouldst be happy here, 8187|For thy dear sake_, thou do what I can. 8187|For thy dear sake I've a thousand thanks, 8187|And a thousand hearts as well would give, 8187|If I were still a Tory. I swear 8187|That, like all young Tories, mine this is; 8187|And even tho' _they think_ I am mad, 8187|When they _talk_ in the streets, I _am_ wrong." 8187|"Then," said the lady, "why, I am _too_ glad 8187|That I can be Tory--till I'll be _right_; 8187|And there's the whole house of _Britannia_: 8187|Why, I have naught else save a _little_ hair, 8187|And an uncle whose head would be glad 8187|With my wig and my _bancked eyebrows_, 8187|And a lady with eyes so kind and true: 8187|All are right, and though I've but one eye, 8187|I _could_ have a hundred and they all _are_. 8187|Then go, sweet _Miss_--go and try and toil 8187|And bring home the _Tory_, that _we_ think 8187|Must be Tory still, when we know _they_ 8187|Can only be _lovers_ of _exceeding much_." 8187|So here was _our_ _Tory_, just a _little_ hair 8187|To the eyebrows--and, as I said, a _hairy_-- 8187|And a _little_ eye underneath a _half_ one-- 8187|And a _little_ wig--we all thought, dear, 8187|The party was ready!--and out came she 8187|With the rest of the lady gang-- 8187|As gay as a _lark_, and as happy as _me_!-- 8187|And still as she _was_, as _would_ be, there she 8187|With her _lady_ there was, and their children two. 8187|Oh! my Lord, that little babe was _me_!-- 8187|For to _look_ at herself I need not say, 8187|But 'tis enough to say _she_ did look _like me_. 8187|For there was the _maid_!--the _daughter_ and _sister_! 8187|Both her little brothers and her little sister. 8187|And I saw, as the girls all ======================================== SAMPLE 45970 ======================================== 1008|"Loves he not the sun, and the still day, and the 1008|quiet night, when the lowly bondman hath 1008|comfortable rest, and hath fulfilment of his 1008|youth's happy fates? If he would learn if the love 1008|of his Maker, who is nearest to him, is still 1008|instincted in his heart, and if his eye returneth 1008|to the counsel which peace accept from his 'Ineffable,' 1008|it will be against his better judgement, not from any love 1008|of ours, to desert his Creator, whom we serve. 1008|The second fault, which Gaia here records, is her 1008|feeling towards Adice. She knew not how she had sufficed 1008|it to enumerate. But the flow of these five is 1008|turned back again into the first three, which are so 1008|influential in our being, that they exert a sway 1008|over us so vast, that they can do nothing else 1008|but work and cause us to work; and if they were not 1008|influenced also by other powerful, they would thus 1008|entrench and strengthen the devil, who would then 1008|impose upon us his heavy burden of penalties, 1008|to counterbalance out our sufferings. This would be 1008|not only unjust but exceedingly to their credit, 1008|who have proved so faithful to God and to his laws. 1008|These are the five errors: the which offence 1008|superior only to these equals. The wish to know 1008|God first, love of petty things second, and charity 1008|thirdly, are the first roots, or kicks, or root, 1008|or shrubs, or leaves, or if you will, the twigs, 1008|of Satan's plant. But what is aFFECTION? Never 1008|before hath it abode in human breast. The wish 1008|to know and love this selfsame God, this selfsame 1008|God-perfect man, were the starting-post of all my labours. 1008|The love of money then is but the spur-fire of love, 1008|and of no worthy man that thirst. It doth embitter 1008|pleasure me, that our first parent, who created us, 1008|turned the other coiner and beam from his. Therefore 1008|would he have valued us more highly, had he known 1008|our love and self-evident dominion. Yet he knows 1008|above what is schism, and under what form is REPRESENTATION 1008|fundamental tenet of theology). 1008|v. 10. Whoever eats this fruit.] The carnal sense. 1008|v. 45. If thou.] The human will. 1008|v. 64. He.] The Almighty. 1008|v. 98. To the point.] The second chasm. 1008|v. 101. To the right.] The third chasm. 1008|v. 103. He.] The great Creator. 1008|v. 110. He.] The three persons in the Trinity. 1008|v. 113. By the other.] The two Father superadded to the three 1008|others, as the image and substance of Deity. 1008|v. 130. To the left.] The error. 1008|v. 133. His figure.] The figure of the triangle. 1008|v. 7. His nature.] The Nature of Deity. 1008|v. 29. In the bosom.] Of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. 1008|v. 45. Who does not adore the eternal Presences.] We adore 1008|all things visible, whether in form or substance. 1008|v. 68. God.] The first Person. 1008|v. 89. The second.] Thus in the same vision the angelic 1008|presences of the high cherubim departing from their monarch, come 1008|into the mouth of the harlot, who was consuming human nature. 1008|v. 94. The third.] From sin, said the sage. 1008|v. 119. The archangel.] Michael. 1008|v ======================================== SAMPLE 45980 ======================================== 3023|He was all alone in an old inn-room, 3023|Not being more than fifteen years old; 3023|As soon as the door was opened wide, 3023|In came his sister, the most gorgeous fair, 3023|Her long dark hair, with her black veil undone. 3023|With great and little ones, with great and little while, 3023|They stood in the room and all together sat. 3023|She made this request; 3023|The Knight, with thanks, 3023|Was to take them to the forest; nor would he go. 3023|But she in some passion that had been brewing, 3023|Told him that they were to be given away. 3023|I can't say much, but I do know it, I'm afraid, 3023|That one that's present at our wedding shall be the bride; 3023|There's nothing can make us with all our joy apart. 3023|And the knight, who'd seen the joy and surprise, 3023|So sweetly puzzled why it was so ill, 3023|As if in his mind he had been playing a fool, 3023|"I'm glad, I will have it ready, and to-day, my friend, 3023|We'll put ourselves into the moody attitude. 3023|At nine o'clock we shall be at our homeward-walk, 3023|And then we shall all be in a festive group. 3023|"Our Lady came just now from Chapel Hill; 3023|With her were Count Ruediger and the Archbishop, 3023|And the Duke, and the little lady; so there was the bride, 3023|And his guests were his people from Ghent and Bruges." 3023|The Knight, with all a flower, 3023|Was quite at his wits' end, 3023|How he was to pay the whole sum 3023|Of twenty marks at once! 3023|"I beg the price shall be paid out of my own purse, 3023|If you pay the rest with only ten," 3023|Thus he exclaimed--"of course we must agree, 3023|And that's your attitude when you can't make it up yourself!" 3023|(The knights returned rejoicing from the door.) 3023|Now all that young nobleman and matron 3023|Had to say about the wedding 3023|To his friends, who'd got the news for his information, 3023|Appeared in this form in full: 3023|"This evening it has been arranged that we 3023|Will, in the chapel, take our turn 3023|To supper, with our spoons and our spoons, 3023|In an earthen pitcher, as well as a bowl, 3023|All full of water in the pew! 3023|The Duke and the Archbishop, the latter 3023|Who is little short of a beauty, 3023|(So he is called the 'beautiful old brat') 3023|Will be there to-night, with guests of their own. 3023|But if you are anxious to make 3023|The whole affair as complete as possible, 3023|The Duke and the Archbishop, with mules and waggons, 3023|Are in the cellar, waiting for their clients!" 3023|Here then the Bride and Bridegroom both 3023|Fell into an uproar, and, laughing loud, 3023|Each to his pitcher turned, the while their guests 3023|Stood in and laughed with them. They're really all the band! 3023|Each took out his pitcher, and, 3023|Drank deep withal; 3023|And as the bridegroom was the first one, 3023|Out he drew, with a merry shout, 3023|A bowl of wine and cream all full to the brim, 3023|And cried, that, having got so far ahead, 3023|"I'm really sorry I set him at a slight rate; 3023|But let's hope for better things than that, 3023|For my time is coming at last, I see." 3023|In the old castle's hall there sat 3023|One of theirs: 3023|He seemed in the midst of a pleasant fit, 3023|As all the other guests had been; 3023|But he, the king's child, had a mighty row 3023|With his father. 3023| ======================================== SAMPLE 45990 ======================================== 3028|"And who art thou?" the monarch cries. 3028|"My lord is Viscus, he that holds 3028|The land of Siestri, and the land 3028|Britannia ruled, from the middle sky 3028|All downward; so to his low castle hie, 3028|His horses' ears and his assent 3028|Ere on his march he shall his steps retrace. 3028|He comes, the sovereign of those regions, 3028|With ten fleets and his own self; 3028|And as a bridegroom and as king 3028|He came to Dyrrachium." 3028|"But who so bold as he, 3028|Who bears on his anvil so bright 3028|His mother's face?" 3028|"Ah, then, why else 3028|Strode forth so bold a king, 3028|And, having won the land of Syrtes, 3028|What land soe'er was his, 3028|As Jove hath sworn, to bear away 3028|In his own right hand? 3028|He came thither late to seek, 3028|And now the king himself hath laid 3028|His hand on the golden gain." 3028|The monarch's eye shone fiery red; 3028|In wrath he spoke: 3028|"What saidst thou, Viscus, thy heart's lord 3028|Shall burn within his heart-root? 3028|By him, if that thou have a heart 3028|Like his, how could the fates of men 3028|Unbind him from his realm?" 3028|"That I have not found a word 3028|But in his own," said Viscus, 3028|"But by his own hand doth rue 3028|The word he spoke. 3028|His own hand lay a sword by 3028|For Jove's command to speak: 3028|A sword, not so bright to him, 3028|For man's, nor of a weight 3028|As one the man of Jove 3028|Moved by in this realm of strife. 3028|And if to Jove the word were given, 3028|He could not so direct: 3028|To no man could he be borne, 3028|But by the sword alone. 3028|His own heart must abide the wrong,-- 3028|It is the word that moves; 3028|And all that is done by other men, 3028|To him is but their play: 3028|And, though his hands may smite the foe, 3028|He must not, in effect, hold 3028|An empty name." 3028|"But, Viscus, what sayest thou?" 3028|The lord of Pyle replies, 3028|"What word is that?" 3028|"My lord, by man's common law, 3028|Thou hast one hour to speak. 3028|And by thy holy word!" 3028|"What sayest thou? 3028|Shall then my word be naught to thee? 3028|Shall then my word be good?" 3028|"By heaven, by heaven, by heaven, my father, 3028|Let it be so! 3028|And by the blood-cloven sword, 3028|And Grendel's arm!" 3028|"And then by him that bore the spear! 3028|By him, if Jove should give to me 3028|The power to slay the beast!" 3028|"By heaven, by heaven, by heaven, my fathers, 3028|And by the sword, my father, 3028|Let me go free 3028|To speak my thoughts." 3028|The king of Pileas hearkened 3028|To all, and gave his blessing 3028|To King Turnus, and to him he named 3028|His own good lord, and bade him pray, 3028|That he from evil by his help might see: 3028|And straight he said, "O king, wherefore sleep ye, 3028|Thee with thy soldiers so in pain?" 3028|But him with words full sweet 3028|Durst answer, "Oh, king, our master gave 3028|Thy place before in pain. 3028|But now for thy servant hearken and ======================================== SAMPLE 46000 ======================================== 2497|As we had dreamed a thousand times! 2497|And there were flowers. We knew not how 2497|We came to dream, until 2497|We reached our feet upon the grass 2497|As we had dreamed a thousand times, 2497|And there was something beautiful 2497|In it that lit us to the eyes: 2497|The flowers of a far off land, 2497|Where love and life had died: 2497|Where night as death has dreamt and held, 2497|With a smile of death on every bloom 2497|That breathed the air, and the light as light 2497|Has dimmed the dreams we keep in store. 2497|That was a dream of yesterday: 2497|And all that seemed so very fair 2497|To-day, to-day, is nothing more 2497|Than a flower's dream, a flower's dream 2497|Of yesterday. 2497|Where our lips and hands are set in place, 2497|With the years as we have toiled, 2497|The little stones, the last of it, 2497|Are a fragment of that love; 2497|The thought where you stood and knew and said: 2497|"Now I think of you, then"--is that 2497|Our dream for yesterday? 2497|And a dream is a dream of yesterday, 2497|Which some day will come true, 2497|And be yours, but for yesterday-- 2497|To-day is the dream of yesterday. 2497|Where our eyes are set ere we rise, 2497|With the eyes of our years in check, 2497|What we dream shall we dream and not know 2497|With the eyes of our years in check? 2497|And the dream is that which is not yet, 2497|Which some day will be true, 2497|And be yours, but for yesterday-- 2497|To-day, in our hearts, will be true. 2497|If she had known her lover's passion 2497|And her own, not her lover's blindness; 2497|If she had known the bitter longing 2497|For him that never heeded her; 2497|If she had known the tears and sighs 2497|Of an earlier and a discerning; 2497|If she had heard his vows and vowed, 2497|In the day when she had first heard him, 2497|A long wild prayer he had uttered, 2497|And then answered it with silence, 2497|And not with sweet words, tender and pleading-- 2497|For she had heard him before, but then; 2497|And his tender words were cold to her, 2497|And hers too when she found them in the street 2497|Which the lark knows, when she is up and running; 2497|And the lark may love the grass and sun 2497|Which are the flowers of him whom she loves-- 2497|And that is just as well, and more tender, 2497|For this lark loves his own, not other. 2497|And this is that my love was before, 2497|And this is that is here before, 2497|This thing that I love, and that love's sake. 2497|But if I should see a little angel, 2497|In the blue of night or sunlit day, 2497|With a rose in her tender hand and face 2497|And wings of blue, 2497|My pain, my despair 2497|Might not be more real, or make her more divine, 2497|For though I cannot see her, if I pray, 2497|There is something in my heart, in secret, 2497|Could say that love was there, even as she is here. 2497|For in that little room I hear an air 2497|Which is not mine to hear or to explore, 2497|And all she has is some flower's sweet scent; 2497|For she whose name is unknown, to all unknown; 2497|And her who is all names, to all unknown. 2497|Yet some are here now, when our eyes may trace 2497|The beauty only which she is, and then 2497|In all her beauty are the beauty too; 2497|And love must be loved! 2497|With lips that are pure, and breast to breast still gentle, 2497|With gentle eyes ======================================== SAMPLE 46010 ======================================== 1365|And he was dead. 1365|It was an idle dream, 1365|A thing of naught to him, 1365|A little story, 1365|With no great import. 1365|We were too poor, the young men 1365|Were fighting hard in their fighting, 1365|In the open field together; 1365|We were a poor little band, 1365|And all were fighting. 1365|It was the morning of a day; 1365|The morning of a day indeed,-- 1365|It was the day of Johnstone's battle 1365|In the field of Auchinscoot. 1365|The battle of Auchinfly, 1365|And the victory won for Johnstone; 1365|But what did it all mean to thee, 1365|O fairest among the maids? 1365|Thou'rt grown a man, and clad in war 1365|Wisely perform 1365|Ranks among the grand chivalry. 1365|To battle come on the deck 1365|Of brave Sir Johnstone; 1365|With the rest 1365|Sail the ships o'er the sea, 1365|And the Queen of England 1365|In her cabin 1365|Hid from all harm, 1365|Loth to disclose 1365|The battle-signal 1365|That is sent her. 1365|From the ships of Uta, 1365|From the crew of the "Cape Elizabeth," 1365|From the crews of the "Clyde," 1365|From the crew of the "Gadmail," 1365|When the battle was fought, 1365|Ships were wrecking in the strait, 1365|And blood was saving the brave. 1365|The brave Sir Johnstone, 1365|Sir Johnstone, won the glory of the day. 1365|And the King of Scotland then 1365|Wished, when Johnstone was laid 1365|In his lap, 1365|That he might lie there 1365|With his cape of many colors. 1365|The day is here, the sun is warm, 1365|And England needs no more 1365|This pomp or grief that she has known 1365|Since the cruel fight was fought. 1365|All England is at her feet 1365|Or soon or late; 1365|The whole world now must bear some part 1365|Of that vast task to sing. 1365|Let but the drum and bugle sound, 1365|Let but the battle to be fought; 1365|It is not far to Buckingham 1365|Or Milford. [_An abbreviated 1365|ambuscading march. 1365|And they came from the far-off fields 1365|Of India with the red gold of their trade, 1365|With the silver and jasper of their toil, 1365|And all that these fair countries claim, 1365|With the banners of the English flag. 1365|The fleet of Stonington, the fleet of Starlight, 1365|The flagship of Stonington, came sailing by, 1365|And, bearing the flag of the English flag, 1365|On the decks the sailors of England lay! 1365|There were men of many tongues and many lands, 1365|Pierced in the name of Christ, and sent to Stonington. 1365|The Admiral ordered the battle to start; 1365|But he bade them, if they came in by stealth, 1365|To lay the spoil on the board, and eat 1365|To the end of May. 1365|As they waited for the signals from Starlight, 1365|The English at anchor put into the bay; 1365|And the sea was bound. 1365|The English fleet had come! They stood on the decks 1365|A thousand yards off, with all their broadside down, 1365|The flag of England flying bright at their banner, 1365|The flower of the fleet of England. 1365|Then the Admiral spoke to Johnstone: 1365|"Away with all haste to England take ship! 1365|For I cannot keep you both at the same place, 1365|With the battle upon us both at once, 1365|And ======================================== SAMPLE 46020 ======================================== 615|For that his arms and for those words so bold and bold. 615|"The first of all, as thou hast oft before," 615|Replied the king, "is my good right hand's heir, 615|Roland, and he the heir of much more too: 615|Thine arms were he to the crown and to thee -- 615|And I thy son and heir." In one loud blast 615|The stormy blast had swept the mountain hoar, 615|And whirling on his steed to the wide plain, 615|On either side the royal cavalier 615|Was torn by whirlwind, rock, and river's course, 615|And could not keep his footing; then to stop 615|His courser, with the left hand he grasped, 615|And in his grasp the sword he laid in rest, 615|And stood awhile in thought, and so to rest 615|His limbs, and from the saddle bade begin: 615|When, as I sing, aye while his feet did stoop, 615|He, to his saddles turning, from the saddle 615|And from the stall, in anger, fell backwards, 615|And to the right the sword and sword's chief wielder 615|Rocked headlong, till he was ended on the plain. 615|With all his weight he falls, when not restrained 615|With chain and leathern thongs, and thus, the blow 615|Cleft and dislodged, the knight appears to stand, 615|And doth yet bear on his courser's side. 615|But not so Roland; nay, so much more light 615|Wouldst thou have died, and thus thy honour stained. 615|The other in his turn breaks from the saddle, 615|And, with more vigour, treads the king, he who, 615|Wounded and dead, lies prostrate on the plain; 615|And to such fury, and to such frailty, 615|He to the earth was carried of the champion, 615|Who doth in the earth fall on his arms: yet they 615|A second time the pair and their companions 615|Ride back, and of their gallant courser find. 615|The other two with him upon their side 615|Returned, and the following day made good 615|His journey; and the warrior's body found 615|That very night; but, of that direful day, 615|That night was nigh when he arrived on high, 615|And, by his foe the wound, which made a shroud 615|So thick, he had pronounced the warrior dead, 615|And had in death the captive's body borne, 615|So that good Charlemagne had slain the knight; 615|And that it was due time should end the strife, 615|And that to take the captive should be done. 615|Here at the hour, to end the strife and slay 615|The wretch by force, a prudent counsel sways. 615|In this the prudent counsel, that he dies 615|Beside the passage of the fatal doom, 615|Passes; and he that would not to the slain 615|The captive's body fix to earth, o'erheats 615|With rage; he knows not what can be more galling, 615|And how that he who falls prostrate will resign 615|Of life to others, if he dies to-night; 615|When to the palace at that hour he came, 615|And he who therein should with the corpse be stowed. 615|As soon as he had laid the captive bier, 615|And stretched him in the hall, with many a tear, 615|And many an earnest, soothing, and pious plea, 615|He said -- "The captive has a gentle mind, 615|To whom I by the hand, to comfort say, 615|Two wretches, in a bed, were laid with fear, 615|-- and where of them no trace, no name was seen; 615|But with his own hands had bound the foe who lay 615|Prostrate in dust and dirt before his eyes: 615|A lord, it was said, was of so great renown, 615|That from his arms he should have taken thee, 615|If he but known what force his life might rue. 615|"The captive, that I well understood of past, 615|-- And I to that persuasion still agreed, 615|-- Was one Alardo, that of Burgos hight, 615|-- His country and his ======================================== SAMPLE 46030 ======================================== 1471|That you know, 1471|And they shall know 1471|I know not what to say, 1471|I know not what to show, 1471|But if you can but keep 1471|My word, I'll show you 1471|If you can but keep. 1471|I know you, know you, know you, 1471|I'm half afraid 1471|To go to you, 1471|To stand so near you, 1471|To gaze with you there, 1471|In the dark, in the night. 1471|This is our little dream of you, 1471|Your eyes, my darling, 1471|Those eyes 1471|That, with their charm all o'er, 1471|All o'er the charm of yours, 1471|Might find a new charm 1471|And find an undiminished one! 1471|You, who were all so glad, 1471|My little mistress,-- 1471|In whom, and with whom 1471|My heart so did meet 1471|Your lovely smile, 1471|With kisses sweet 1471|Whom tears had marred,-- 1471|Whose heart was all your own,-- 1471|Who lay so dead, 1471|You never could have known 1471|That I beheld You, 1471|But that my soul did feel 1471|You to be lovely. 1471|Ah! little did I know you then, 1471|When down upon the earth 1471|I laid me down to rest, 1471|The dear, warm body 1471|In dreams o'er Earth and Sea 1471|Was almost dead as well as you; 1471|For now my dreams are true 1471|And you are at my feet, 1471|And so we meet and part 1471|As some dim, sweet, innocent, 1471|And lovely two! 1471|I, with white teeth 1471|Mouth and lip and chin, 1471|Gently made a way 1471|For the slim form along 1471|Where the pale, wan candle-stars 1471|Glint upon the ceiling; 1471|"Good my little wife, 1471|Do not cry!" said I, 1471|"I have cared for your sleep, 1471|Took you to the grave, 1471|Cared for you so well, 1471|Washed you and dressed you for you, 1471|In the fire always burning 1471|Before the fire could fail 1471|When the old, old Fire 1471|Breathed out its breath on the Earth 1471|To light our house to-night; 1471|I have heard your sob 1471|Sung with women dead, 1471|Sung with women 1471|Singing together. 1471|Ah! little did I know, 1471|That my prayers were heard: 1471|When the voice of the fire 1471|Rang most impassioned, 1471|I heard the moan of the Fire,-- 1471|Sang a piteous prayer! 1471|And in dreams, as oft happens, 1471|Came to see you; 1471|Where the pallid embers 1471|Glint upon the ceiling, 1471|And I saw your step, 1471|Little, tender step! 1471|I, that was not strong, 1471|But weak was I in praying, 1471|Kneeled down at your feet 1471|When I heard your cry! 1471|Wherefore, pray for me 1471|With thy low, mild voice, 1471|As my wife who is calling 1471|My wife from the grave! 1471|For her eyes, for her hair 1471|Sickening, sickening me 1471|Through the poor air-stuff, 1471|Sickens, sickens me." 1471|I am weary! Ah, what is it awakes, 1471|Fashioned of the breath I breathe, what things unfold, 1471|Of the tears I shed! 1471|I am weary! long I wandered through the throng, 1471|Striving to think as they, but only to weep,-- 1471|Till the feet of the fool 1471|Stooped me down ======================================== SAMPLE 46040 ======================================== 14757|It was the long, long night 14757|By the farm at Sixty-six. 14757|The red barns were piled with straw; 14757|I stood beneath them listening to the low of the wrens' 14757|heavy, heavy wings. 14757|Outside on the barn-yard slope, 14757|Gray bickering swine ran up and down. 14757|The wind blew up and screamed in my face. 14757|I kicked at the damp barn-floor. 14757|I kicked and I kicked. 14757|A swine like a sore thumb would kick 14757|Goodness knows where. 14757|And I kicked at the wind and the wind kept on 14757|running. 14757|It was so windy! What do you think I think 14757|I kicked it. 14757|For days I really can't tell. 14757|And when it got to being all so over 14757|and over, 14757|I kicked up the wind again. 14757|I kicked so many grasses at the grass 14757|I hardly had any sin. 14757|I kicked so many brier and clover 14757|and aconite. 14757|And the wet weather came. I thought I'd find 14757|a place to sleep. 14757|It was windy in my sleep. What do you 14757|think I was about it? 14757|It wasn't rain that kicked so much grass 14757|at the end of the year. 14757|It was windy when it kicked, 14757|and so it keeps. 14757|But here I am, 14757|at forty-eight, 14757|living happily, 14757|and not a sign. 14757|(It was windy in my sleep. What do you 14757|think I was about it?) 14757|Here I was with the love of my life, 14757|and I kicked all the long days away; 14757|but she wouldn't come with her legs bare 14757|(the way that old women do). 14757|It was windy in my sleep. What do you 14757|think I was about it? 14757|When the wind's at full, and it's like a fount 14757|to blow over the landscape, 14757|I like to say, "The world's only going to kick 14757|my face off any minute." 14757|In the evenings when the breeze's at rest, 14757|there's little I can do but kick my 14757|door wide, and kick my door. 14757|It's a habit I've got. There's nothing better, 14757|nothing cheaper, than standing there 14757|wailing for the damned luck. 14757|But after the sun goes down, and he comes 14757|with the shadows from his hat in his hand, 14757|with the shadows from his hat pulled 14757|up, as though that a sword 14757|had come to meet him,-- 14757|when he comes in through the open window, 14757|and the stars are the stars of the sky, 14757|and the wind is the moon, and the moon gives 14757|him light at his back,-- 14757|you go out again, and then, 14757|you kick the door 14757|wasteless on the floor, and kick the door 14757|yourself on. It's then that you can. 14757|You kick it wide. 14757|I can't remember which it was. It may 14757|been "The House you left," 14757|"The House I left," or "The House you 14757|left." It's better dead. It's better dead 14757|than never started. 14757|The stars looked down on the house we 14757|lived in, 14757|And the wind sang in the chimney. 14757|We were living together, 14757|with my old wife 14757|and my son, and my last 14757|son-- 14757|all the years I've been dead. 14757|For the stars looked down, 14757|so did I; 14757|And the wind sang in the chimney, 14757|"I'll be home in a minute." 14757|I'd forgotten that the stars 14757|looked down. 14757| ======================================== SAMPLE 46050 ======================================== 27128|I hear my grandfather singing, 27128|And think he's singing a song, 27128|For the first time. 27128|And the little children come 27128|With smiles to hear him; 27128|To see so sweet a wight 27128|In his gray old year: 27128|He's just so strange, you see, 27128|With his curly hair! 27128|There came a song a-song, 27128|And a song alone, 27128|Of a child who died so young, 27128|And a mother who said 27128|There was no way she could stay: 27128|And so there was an end. 27128|But there was another song, 27128|And a song alone, 27128|Of a tree that stood a little way, 27128|And a bird that sang a tune: 27128|And a little cloud there came, 27128|And the bird went away. 27128|But there came a little cloud, 27128|And a little song there, 27128|So that I heard the little song 27128|That I heard in the tree. 27128|And there I saw a little cloud! 27128|And there I heard a little bird sing, 27128|And there the little cloud came down 27128|From the distant sky. 27128|And I said, "Now where the child? 27128|Where the child's mother?" 27128|And the little cloud replied, 27128|"It is here by the door; 27128|"O, my mother! let me in! 27128|"We can tell our apples where 27128|The little child is hiding now, 27128|And we'll show you where to find 27128|The little child too." 27128|So they took that little child out 27128|From the apple tree, 27128|And they sang a song of gladness, 27128|And said that they had found the child, 27128|And they told you where to look 27128|For the little child where she was sleeping. 27128|There's a joy in spring, 27128|There's a gladness in the air, 27128|There's a change of birds in the summer, 27128|And a bird in every tree. 27128|It's April, it's April! 27128|Birds are singing, calling, playing, 27128|Till the day is quite done, 27128|And that's why, on April, 27128|They're telling you good-by. 27128|Then they sing and fly and all come back 27128|In a trice, 27128|In the golden time, 27128|And the sweetest way! 27128|It's April, it's April! 27128|The earth is blue, 27128|The fields are green and fair, 27128|The brooklet sings a song, 27128|The trees are bending side by side, 27128|The flowers are blooming fair. 27128|It's April, it's April! 27128|The little brook is hopping 27128|About the rill, 27128|When it shall be time for tea. 27128|It's April, it's April! 27128|So we'll all run up the hill. 27128|And see the new flowers sprung; 27128|The squirrel's in the apple tree, 27128|The fox is hiding by the fence, 27128|And so will I. 27128|It's April, it's April! 27128|O green fields, 27128|And the trees, 27128|And the sunshine! 27128|O the singing 27128|Of the bonny young birds, 27128|The larks, 27128|And the things 27128|That I love best! 27128|It's April, it's April! 27128|Sweet May is blowing by! 27128|Come at last, for you are coming, 27128|But you've been long absent, 27128|This is the time to be glad 27128|So come, and to-morrow 27128|May shall keep her promise. 27128|Come! come! the flowers will appear, 27128|But the bright birds sing not. 27128|Sing not, for you come not, 27128|You have all departed! 27128|Let us all rejoice, ======================================== SAMPLE 46060 ======================================== 22888|And to the sky-blue night, 22888|She saw her soul arise 22888|In the clear, soft light of day! 22888|I had a little darling to myself, 22888|All of me was his treasure, and he loved me dear; 22888|But he was a naughty boy, and I had sworn 22888|I would not give him a kiss, 22888|O, never! never! 22888|Then I took his hand, and I kissed his feet, 22888|And I turned him off to bed, 22888|But I vowed that I never would forget, 22888|And I made him promise by and by 22888|Never to do it again! 22888|I think I must have kissed him one time or more, 22888|I know 'twas in the play; 22888|But it made me mad, and I swore I would 22888|Never tell him by and by 22888|Never to kiss his feet! 22888|So I made him take his night-pallister too, 22888|And he swore by St. Michael's fire, 22888|O, never! never! 22888|But I saw his hands were very thin, and stiff, 22888|And the sweat filled his eyes, 22888|And I swore that if I ever did him wrong, 22888|He would never kiss me more! 22888|But I saw his face grow pale, and his eyes brighten red, 22888|And a shiver runs down my arm, 22888|And I knew that he had got a kiss of mine 22888|From that night with his cock, 22888|O, never! never! 22888|And I laughed, and I sung, and I danced to him, 22888|And I played with his hanger long, 22888|Till I danced away in the moonlight cold, 22888|On my little dapple foot, 22888|I have lived so long that my life would be long, 22888|And if my life be done, 22888|I have kissed him once or twice or thrice, 22888|O, never! never! 22888|And the dear little fellow is asleep and dead 22888|Where the reeds stand by the stream; 22888|He was always merry, and he lives again 22888|In the old count-house there; 22888|And he bends over the little white feet, 22888|And he touches their soft fur; 22888|And he's laughing as he whispers to them, 22888|O, never! never! 22888|So if you ever had a "Ding-dong" dream 22888|In your sleep or early waking, 22888|There won't be one now in your dream; 22888|But he's the same to your heart, 22888|Even if you won't tell him-- 22888|O, never! never! 22888|We have had our love and joy, 22888|Long years for our years, 22888|And now we've lived with tears, 22888|And now we're dead with fears. 22888|Our lives were "we" and "it," 22888|We were "his" and "her," 22888|To be "wrought" both ways, 22888|Through our children--and what's more, 22888|Our own daughters. 22888|They're dead, they're dead all over the place; 22888|They never were "heirs" to aught 22888|Nor had any claim upon us; 22888|And so we've taken them on trust 22888|Into our hearts. 22888|Our wives and daughters--we cared! 22888|They died; and now we're free, 22888|With our hearts and our souls all "we" 22888|And "it" on our side; 22888|And to live with children--that's "hierarchy!" 22888|O, always in sight, 22888|"I am he! I am he!" 22888|O, always with children; so-- 22888|"I rule you!" "I love you!" 22888|Yes, we are brothers; and if we choose, 22888|Our children--and our own-- 22888|Must be our master or slaves; 22888|Our best was always first; 22888|"I am he! I am he!" 22888| ======================================== SAMPLE 46070 ======================================== 29357|Now is my night with its dark and its silence; 29357|I like a cool evening's silent rest. 29357|All of my joy and sorrow that day were mine, 29357|And I felt a tear glisten in it. 29357|Oh, I can remember the long and the hot, 29357|The long and the loud sobs in my heart, 29357|That broke out so when I felt like crying, 29357|But I knew that the God within was near. 29357|'Twas the wind that cried as it swept the sea, 29357|It ba--bs of it sooth is it then true? 29357|I am tired of all the cold and the heat, 29357|And I miss the sunshine of my past days. 29357|I was tired with the joys I had missed 29357|Of the great world and its laughter and pain; 29357|So then it was sunny in my heart, 29357|And I laughed and I cried on that day. 29357|Oh what fun it was to wander away 29357|As a cloud with the moon in the sky-- 29357|To be back in New England forever, 29357|A-wandering on the banks of the Severn! 29357|All in the happy summer-time, 29357|With the wild birds singing gayly, 29357|And the merry bells jingling, 29357|And the linnets calling, 29357|And the sunshine flying, 29357|And the sunshine so amaaaaazing! 29357|'Twas the wind that cried when the storm came down, 29357|Was the wind that cried and cried. 29357|And the waves gave back and answered, 29357|And the waves and the stars answered, 29357|And the stars and the waves were a-straying. 29357|The winds howled loud with the voice of hate, 29357|The waves roared and bellied and raved, 29357|And life went like a billow on the sand-- 29357|With that kind of roar and that kind of bellying. 29357|Oh, it's the good, old-fashioned time of day 29357|When the birds awake their feathers! 29357|And the earth is alive with the music of life 29357|As it was when it was waking. 29357|Oh, it's the good, old-fashioned time of day 29357|When the little children waking, 29357|Will hear all the joy that was in their nest 29357|When they woke at the dawn's beginning. 29357|For the heart of a child is much happier in bed-- 29357|Than in his romp upon the sand, 29357|When the stars o'er the sea are a-going, 29357|And he's free from his troubles and fears; 29357|When the world is a-smiling in the blue, 29357|With its sunshine and clouds and rain. 29357|'_Tis the good, old-fashioned time of day 29357|When the birds awake their feathers._' 29357|Ah, it is so good on the banks of the Severn 29357|When the old, old birds are a-courting; 29357|For God knows how we got by that time, 29357|With the sunshine and clouds and rain; 29357|And the world is a-gathering in the blue-- 29357|At the good old-fashioned time of day, 29357|When the birds awake their feathers. 29357|You are but just about the loveliest child 29357|That ever smiled on mortal eye; 29357|I never saw a child so charming and smart, 29357|Nor such sweet, sweet sympathy for me; 29357|I swear the sun on my head is shining bright, 29357|And the leaves are in the green and gold. 29357|You never are old, and yet so young, 29357|Nor seem your years so many or such old; 29357|You are just like the maid I love so well, 29357|In her soft, fresh green, and gold attire. 29357|The birds have their nests; I only see 29357|You in your bright, green, pretty dress; 29357|And, oh, how I envy, every day, 29357|The little maid with yellow hair! 29357|And, of all the dresses you have known, 29357|I like ======================================== SAMPLE 46080 ======================================== 2428|"We never meant to insult you, sir! not the least; 2428|'Tis all to raise our bank; and pay our debt: 2428|What then? no more! for God be thanked, you never 2428|'Stablish laws for so vile an order. 2428|Come, my friend! if you want it made a suit, 2428|The Law's for you:"--that's my friend. 2428|But if you want it made a man? 2428|Yes--but then you cannot stop it. 2428|"But why not," you cry, "put faith in them 2428|And all, and all, and all?" 2428|--So he went round all at once-- 2428|And got rich, and died, that man. 2428|The man, the man, the man! (No, you're all right.) 2428|He got rich, and died, that man. 2428|As the wind that soughs and blares, 2428|Shall the man that has the wind in him? 2428|So, when that man with breath 2428|Has run out o' four, 2428|Let him run in his brother man; 2428|So, when that man has made his prayer, 2428|Let him make it o' two, 2428|Yea, let him run in his friend Ours; 2428|Yea, let him run in the master knows, 2428|And his master's man, 2428|"I'm rich! and I'm tall; 2428|And I'm a master o' men! 2428|"And I've no doubt to be 2428|A master o' men: 2428|I've seen the master-man 2428|Stand tall as my head, 2428|With eyes to see, a sword to give, 2428|To help the man to go." 2428|If you'd have a thousand hearts, 2428|And they should swell to one, 2428|What will the money buy? 2428|(And this applies to you, or me, 2428|Not to you, and that man, 2428|What will the money buy?) 2428|But what will the money buy, 2428|(And this applies to both,) 2428|For so much a day as's in an hour, 2428|In so much a day? 2428|In so much a day? 2428|You'll run out of prayers, 2428|(That's the very point:) 2428|You'll run out of money; 2428|And your prayers in this case 2428|Will be short, and short, 2428|And as dull a sermon 2428|As ever was said! 2428|A week and a day may run by: 2428|A week and a day may run by. 2428|God bless my soul, 2428|I'll make it fast. 2428|God bless my soul. 2428|Why so grave? 2428|There may be tears, and I'll have none. 2428|Why so mild? 2428|There may be hope, and I'll have nought. 2428|Why so sad? 2428|I'll have to sleep on my grandmother's knee. 2428|A year and a day may run by: 2428|A year and a day may run by. 2428|God bless my soul, 2428|I'll make it fast. 2428|God bless my soul. 2428|How dost thou beat? 2428|I give the good luck still, 2428|You should try it! 2428|I'd like to see my grandmother play 2428|With a child's toy: 2428|I'd play quite out, and I'd have my say, 2428|With a child's bird; 2428|And, on my right, at the windows be, 2428|To see the sun; 2428|And, on my left, if I came near, 2428|Should see my granddad's chickens too, 2428|And ducklings run, 2428|With smiles, as they run and go, 2428|And laughs, in the wood, in a ring; 2428|If I could see them, as I come, 2428|In the wood, in the valley below, 2428|The little house ======================================== SAMPLE 46090 ======================================== 29574|The dore, which that dame to be did thee disseize 29574|Daine did to his herbe but as doth a dog to kille, 29574|Whose trompe is not the true soundnes of his bowes, 29574|His voicees doting for to call to his soundnes; 29574|Or else to haue for to trow the dore of the ground 29574|To bring in to the chancter the dore of the ground, 29574|And lay it with the hart for to mursey and haue a spight 29574|Till the vnwiring man can the trompe with his right hand; 29574|Or he will haue the right hand for to cast away 29574|The hele of his deadnes and thus may vttill doo: 29574|Then to the deuysd dore in whose great sence is founde 29574|The mare, and the wynde the bryd, and the dore herde, 29574|The vnder which each one of his will is presone 29574|Of that his body shall be cast to the ground: 29574|Hath now no room for herde, nor for the worme to cleare 29574|The hart of his deadnes and the vntruth of his sore: 29574|But all the world may lye with them that dide vse 29574|And so let them lye, the vse is full of a treasur.] 29574|And first doth he with his bodie to the wood, 29574|Vere his life was cast to the ground with his fere; 29574|Then his right hand doth it with a rod of hewe 29574|To a dyner to hir body doo in to hym cast: 29574|Doe he with his bodie do with his right hand 29574|The bodie that was deadet with his houndes blood, 29574|And with his shott the bodie for ever to be: 29574|Him will not any one doo now it is folye, 29574|Whan he can the bodi wyse to be at the last. 29574|In no manere thus for to do the dore, 29574|But to vryue with the lyttel that he fynde; 29574|So is his life at the last in the hart cast, 29574|And he with his bodie must at the last be cast. 29574|And vnto his end that is so great a care, 29574|Lecturing his soule, he will nowe be a Fere: 29574|He that has no sorowe for to come to life, 29574|Worthy to die he knows it is but in vse 29574|The rest hath made to loue him that he loved, 29574|And him that no better ought than they dide, 29574|And him that would no better do so then they. 29574|Alas the hart of my loue is on my head, 29574|And the gamine of my hand, and the colde my breast; 29574|And therefore I must do my duty by me, 29574|And must not be in a waukinge: and I am weak. 29574|No man shall lyke with me but haue the deere. 29574|What shall I caȝ to make my hart vnderstond, 29574|For to be loyall as I am deere as I can? 29574|Then goe thou to the dore with me, my loue, 29574|And be my guide, and I will be your guide, 29574|That is the vngrant of all loue, iustice. 29574|Thy hart is nought vnwysely and vnsafe, 29574|The hart is true, nor can it be vnfaked; 29574|Thou art neuer more true then I, thy souerain. 29574|Go forth, my loue, go thy way, I have no need, 29574|God send it thou to thy end: be thy good bow, 29574|Go in vse of daunger, and bring vse a feast 29574|This night we will alwaies to our loue deuise, 29574|And here together ======================================== SAMPLE 46100 ======================================== 19226|The sun to the mountain is coming; 19226|The moon's about to rise, 19226|And it's coming, coming, 19226|To the people of the land of grave-like faces. 19226|I see the old hills grow grey, 19226|My eyes behold the golden plains and valleys. 19226|The gold in the fountains flows, 19226|The gold is the grass, the green in the trees, 19226|The gold-bearing grass that grows on the mountain side. 19226|O love, O love, we must part, 19226|Our lives were hard, and bitter, 19226|We parted, not understanding; 19226|My land was new, dear land, 19226|And far away, dear land; 19226|But now it is far, far, far, 19226|And our parting will be, my love, between. 19226|There's one who stands by my side, 19226|The most down-trodden and least respected. 19226|A simple old age we dread; 19226|There is hope, you say? You are far from it? 19226|O God, give me the heart of him who is standing by! 19226|The old man of the golden hair; 19226|The hands of him that hold me now; 19226|The eye of him that has seen my troubles, 19226|And is near, indeed, to make them less. 19226|To him I love my life would give; 19226|'Tis but the first of its many gifts. 19226|I ask it of him in my sickness 19226|That I may live that I may give. 19226|I may give so, nor aught of this wealth of years 19226|I would withhold, since, thank God for this, 19226|No more my hand will hold the reins of his farm. 19226|I am not wise enough to give, 19226|My heart would still control it. 19226|Give me the power to live for his sake. 19226|Make me the man of him whom he cherishes! 19226|O God, give me the heart of him, 19226|The man of our fathers, the man of our trade. 19226|That's the gift that God desires; that's the thing 19226|We wait for in every other life. 19226|Oh, the old man that would keep, 19226|As he stands over the ways, 19226|The ancient village church, lone and grey? 19226|What can he do with his hours? 19226|And is he in a hurry? 19226|He would watch the darken'd lanes, and sigh 19226|When the distant thistle-down 19226|Rose on the wooded hillside, and the wind 19226|Went moaning through a rutty land 19226|Where a footstep hardly sobs and moans,-- 19226|Oh, in the old, worn churchyard, 19226|Is God for a moment bent? 19226|But away the shadows come; the moon 19226|Shines up from the mountain tops, 19226|And there moves a Spirit, who looks out, 19226|And sees fair-haired boys and girls 19226|Dreaming their happy dreams. 19226|His eyes are downcast, he frowns, he weeps; 19226|And now and then, a tear 19226|Falls from his eyes and trickling slip 19226|Into the grass, and there it lies. 19226|Yes; in the old, worn churchyard 19226|Is God for a moment bent? 19226|The house is down, and God is away, 19226|Fearing, or wishing, or repenting, 19226|The evil days are near or now! 19226|The old man of the golden hair, 19226|The hands of him that holds me now, 19226|I fear the dark; indeed, I cannot wait 19226|Till the days come round again. 19226|The little bird, the golden bird, 19226|He sings for his fair little land 19226|Of the white and sacred stream 19226|Where the world's things dwell and will never die. 19226|The bird is gone, but the song 19226|Of the lonely, peaceful songbird I shall keep. 19226|I cannot part with the golden song, 19226|To sing ======================================== SAMPLE 46110 ======================================== 937|Like the eyes of a child. 937|But the sun shines on where the trees are dim 937|In the misty distance dim, 937|And the stars keep watch above the skies; 937|And the moon with the rose-red light 937|Is like a shadow in the breeze, 937|Or a child in the flower-land child's-land 937|With her little hand in mine. 937|And the sea sings on the far-off shore, 937|And the stars watch in the night, 937|And the sea grows closer to the hills 937|As the twilight falls apace; 937|And the sea sings, and ever in the skies 937|The sea is singing all the livelong night! 937|We two have drifted far away 937|From the happy little isle 937|Where my mother's heart was free 937|From all sad sin and strife; 937|We two have drifted far away 937|From the happy little isle 937|Where I used to sing to her; 937|We two have drifted far away 937|From the happy little isle 937|Where I sang to her then. 937|But the ocean and the land are passing, 937|The winds whirl and blow, 937|The distant sea-lakes near again 937|Rear their white coves to me; 937|And the sea sings o'er the far-off shore, 937|And the stars still watch above, 937|And the sea is dear to my heart 937|As the sea we used to know 937|When the sea-blows near again 937|Rear their white coves to me; 937|And I think at last, in my dream, 937|I'll be back at that old isle 937|Waiting for love upon my heart 937|That is dear to me now. 937|Ah, but where have you gone 937|From the happy little isle 937|Where my mother's heart was free 937|From all sad sin and strife. 937|I have not heard your song. 937|I am content to weep and sigh 937|While I see your path withdrawn; 937|But I hear the tide on the sea-bank, 937|And all my eyes grow dim. 937|Where has your heart escaped to be 937|At the heart of all that we love? 937|I am content to wade and toil 937|To find my thoughts are gone: 937|But I feel as if they would flee 937|Back to me, back to me; 937|And I think at last, in my dream, 937|I'll be back at that old isle 937|Waiting for love upon my heart 937|That is dear to me now. 937|I saw her at a meeting-place. Her eyes 937|Were half as bright and sad as their own; 937|Her face was of a tender, fair hue; 937|Her brows as white as the snows of winter. 937|Her hair was aubord from off her head, 937|And round her mouth was a smile of light 937|She used to use when speaking low 937|And praying for God's will to all: 937|And then she was an artist; and bright 937|And soft and pure were her looks' dyes; 937|Her smile had a charm for its own worth 937|And all her face a glory seemed, 937|And all her airs, a gentle grace; 937|A face that to my eyes seemed fair 937|With all the flowers of beauty crown'd. 937|I heard her say, at the end of her speech, 937|And smiling smiled, that: "I am sorry; 937|How bright would my life be, if I could paint 937|The beauty of the years to come?" 937|I heard a child's voice say: "I never will go there, my friend, 937|I never will go there, my friend, 937|For my father and his friends say they never will go there 937|On summer nights, beneath the moon 937|When the sky is a-shining like gold, 937| ======================================== SAMPLE 46120 ======================================== 615|To that which now was made amends. He bade 615|Those strangers, that their ships' anchors laid 615|On board were lashed and mast of bark laid down; 615|And that for all their ship had been supplied, 615|And the four hundred men well armed and clad, 615|They should, with arms and arms, make ready then 615|To move, if need should be, to other shore. 615|But those for whom the land and sea were free 615|Nor from the sea should be o'erwhelmed, nor bore 615|That thought so vile, that any should be held 615|In fetters at their will, in cruel scorn 615|Of him, whose mighty deeds of love were shown. 615|Of whom I speak a little, -- for so 615|My tale and song shall have full truth, -- yet nigh 615|Deposed of all that land so little where 615|The Moors live on; so many rivers now 615|Flush with the sun, and mountain-tops red 615|With mid-day heat and heavy rain, the swan 615|Of France is seen upon her banks among, 615|As on the Nile, to weep her tears for those." 615|He ended; and, as they heard all the sage, 615|So happy were the Moors at that short space 615|They felt the peace of that fair land restored, 615|Who in heart and ear the wise and prudent swayed. 615|For, with the king by royal Charles conveyed, 615|His faithful sister's son's return the peer 615|Felt sure, and said, "O bold Moors, why to me 615|Be the event so delayed? my hope is high. 615|Since Charles, by oath our sire declared, 615|In Charles my sire shall see my son embraced. 615|But why these postponinations to men? 615|They, those can do the deed, not I; but me." 615|"In Charles this event of death shall not befall," 615|(Replied the youth and youthful dame to hear, 615|Whom much he deemed of her) "nor I deny 615|I, though a royal dame, shall be his bride: 615|But, as I thought, no harm can come to thee; 615|Or if it came, it should not sore annoy thee. 615|"Well shall you do, I need not speak, to-day; 615|Nor any thing, save to these who hear: 615|So let the event, whatever it be, 615|Be now performed; my goodly horse for thee, 615|I with the courser will convey you hence; 615|And on my journey, as you suit me, rest." 615|She, when she heard, with her soft eyes so true 615|The words, the knight, to comfort had his face, 615|Her heart at last, which had such tender flame, 615|To him and other warriors in her view, 615|Called home: "Ah! you," she cried, "have been so kind," 615|(She said); "oh! did you hear how this man cried 615|When he was borne to battle, 'tis a cheat!' 615|Yet wist you well, nor did I need but say; 615|Nor did I, to your wish, do you praise. 615|And now, good youth, (as you can know, I pray, 615|That you do what I should do) depart hence, 615|And to a better port from land to land: 615|And, I beseech of you, with a true-love's lore 615|To give him welcome, if I from you wend!" 615|Fully to the warrior's word she meant, 615|And well that he, in answer thereto, 615|With words and looks and visage full belie: 615|For, while he thus did for her askance smite, 615|She straightway answered, "I am your man. 615|"For the same fault I in that battle bore 615|Which by this warrior was by others proved, 615|Yourself will this day die, and you will die 615|As well without the sword as he without the vest. 615|"How can that be? in another war, when 615|No man of all our troops can so to slay 615|Our king, as he that duke's array did bring, 615|And all the other Frenchmen whom he led, 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 46130 ======================================== 1304|And then I'll take my little maid 1304|And so--I'll come back. 1304|I've a brother whom I love 1304|So much, that for his loves I do 1304|My best to please him; 1304|But he will not love me--so 1304|I wish I could write down what he says: 1304|I wish I could be read with his, 1304|And so to him I'll write-- 1304|I'm glad I'm not a man to wed 1304|With any one else's sorrow for he'd be 1304|No different from the rest. 1304|Oh, woe is me! my thoughts do run 1304|To my dear brother John, whose love 1304|Is the love of Heaven, whose heart is light 1304|Of every sorrow to his brother kind, 1304|Whose eye is ever on him bent-- 1304|My sweet, my only brother John! 1304|For him I spend mine hours and days 1304|So hard to please, and I am woe 1304|To think what folly it was mine 1304|Should be faring all this time to thee 1304|In thy sorrow to the point of woes 1304|Where in one flout thou did'st defy 1304|And scorn, and mock, as fools do mock, 1304|A noble brother--oh, my brother John! 1304|O for some help, the joy of life, 1304|The hope of days yet free from strife, 1304|To give my John some words, some word 1304|With which my sorrow may soothe-- 1304|The hope that still shall lighten all 1304|My hopeless, hopeless woes, 1304|And lighten even the wordless woe 1304|That still must vex him!--Oh, sister mine! 1304|Give John some words of comfort glad 1304|And comforted, all night, every night-- 1304|Yours is the gift of faith to Him, 1304|And hope to be fulfilled, to be 1304|True to each hope of love to thee-- 1304|The gift-word of comfort is-- 1304|Give words of comfort to my John-- 1304|Give him some words of comfort so. 1304|O that a hundred tongues I had 1304|That I might write those loving things, 1304|The sorrow's sweet and innocent lip 1304|I'd kiss to win you to my love-- 1304|The love that knows not any loss, 1304|The love that cannot fail-- 1304|Yea, every word of every line 1304|Of every poem that I made, 1304|I'd kiss from lips of him to give-- 1304|The lips that are not lovelier still! 1304|Nay, rather do I love thee so, 1304|And to my brother give 1304|Not all the love that's in the world, 1304|But all the love that's worth a kiss-- 1304|I'd give thee all the strength that's found 1304|In women when they are made mad 1304|And then--I doubt if thou'dst yield. 1304|Give me a kiss--for I must keep 1304|The one thing that I can make-- 1304|A kiss, a kiss--the one dear thing-- 1304|The one delight of human life-- 1304|And then it will be all right, 1304|I'll take him by the hands that hold 1304|This golden wand of mine. 1304|Give him a kiss on the mouth, 1304|And then I'll let thee taste 1304|The passion of his eyes and brow, 1304|And all the shining things 1304|The wand can lighten, and make glad 1304|And scatter and make bright-- 1304|And thou shalt know how small a thing 1304|Is one soft kiss of my John. 1304|I saw him, 'way out at sea, 1304|Like a white hare or a brindle doe, 1304|And when he caught me I could tell 1304|That I'd caught him and I'd done it then. 1304|'Way out yonder on the lea-- 1304|A hare could catch a sailor then-- 1304|What joys 'twixt my John and me! 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 46140 ======================================== 1279|Or, like a man who mends his eyn, 1279|The tumbling tide will stay behind. 1279|The morn is bright, the night hath been 1279|In summer o'er the lake and glen; 1279|The bee has laid his busy head 1279|On the young plant that hides the rose; 1279|From ev'ry bough the glad birds come, 1279|In ev'ry blossom blows the bee! 1279|Yet, hush! in ev'ry bush and tree 1279|Hush'd is the voice of summer glee; 1279|The young birds hush'd their joyous chaunt, 1279|And ev'ry flow'ret quilk out a sigh. 1279|There's not a bush or flow'r on earth 1279|But with some sadness murmurs by-- 1279|Ev'n the white thorn bends o'er its bloom, 1279|The cherry drops the dew-drop's dew: 1279|On this fair, this goodly earth, my love, 1279|I rest secure from worldling's scorn; 1279|Yet oft I think, if I were there, 1279|The bard and bardess should be I! 1279|Weep not, my Mary, nor be woe! 1279|It shall be nothing to regret; 1279|Wash'd is the cheek, the lip is numb'd, 1279|All, all the smile was thine to-day. 1279|Let the world grieve, and mourn it to! 1279|There's wafture and wearying o'er thee; 1279|Then, thou dear soul, weep ne'er a tear, 1279|But fall by love on pity's eye; 1279|And, oh! while I caress'd thy hair, 1279|By grief oppress'd, thou didst but smile! 1279|MELANCHOLIA, a daughter of Cluny, and the wife of SENESCO AGUENPA.] 1279|Oh, what a curse the love of woman is! 1279|Thou curse of youth, love's plague and draught; 1279|While my heart with thy fickle bliss is stript, 1279|Amulhern'd with thy bitter draught. 1279|MELANCHOLIA, when by thee so foully torn, 1279|In that dark nether world of death and shame? 1279|Oh, I'm not the only female in a shirt,-- 1279|See my brother's face when he bled! 1279|How on his lips I could press my name, 1279|Whilst he pulsed and moan'd, and throbb'd! 1279|MELANCHOLIA, why so much worse than bane?-- 1279|You, madam, were not made for this!-- 1279|I hate you, love you, and hate you, too, your blood, 1279|So much, I feel how my pulse would beat. 1279|My bosom shall never be yours: 1279|I've made you mine, and gladly; 1279|I'd wage a bloody strife for a woman's place, 1279|Had ye but guileless stand! 1279|What's lost Paradise to thee? 1279|I'll seek it out in the world below; 1279|Yet, there, it may not be found. 1279|When all the world's aflame, 1279|With shout and shout of glee, 1279|All men's hearts are lighting, 1279|The bridegroom's coming, my dear! 1279|My heart is still, my darling, 1279|And, like a lamb, I'll bleat! 1279|I've made thee a suit, my dear: 1279|If thou wilt be my kiss, 1279|Thou'll find to thy sorrow be 1279|The bride-band of thy last. 1279|Then, how shall I e'er repay thee, 1279|The trouble and the pain? 1279|Thy soul hath found its home 1279|In Heaven above! 1279|That's what the mad is for, 1279|A vow, a prayer. 1279|The bride-probe shall be mine, my dear, 1279|Whate'er may come to me, 1279|And 'twill be ======================================== SAMPLE 46150 ======================================== 29574|This nectar is a precious thing, and nought so dear: 29574|That they may be all together fed, and blithe atone 29574|For one misdeed, which their guilt and shame must dree. 29574|Nay, then, let what in her bosome now remains, 29574|Alone be strippt, and now my Muse to thy requiem sing: 29574|Whose spirits now may move thee and be thy guide, 29574|My true-love, O my life! in whom all goodlie lyes, 29574|But in this fleeting time didst thou still delight, 29574|Of all I say to thee, yet I must end my strains, 29574|And leave thee for another song, with this desire, 29574|To show thee that they do in thee like esteem. 29574|And then to the next, and next to _Cean_, which I 29574|Was told is the most froward, and the wisest Queen 29574|Of all the bowers of _Cean_ where I dally now; 29574|For her we are lovers, her they are, and then 29574|She is mine own, and the same I now would be, 29574|And in the name of all that is in my power, 29574|To _Cean_ sing thy song, O gentle _Cean_; 29574|But no, nay, for I think it most fit thou sing _Pyrrhus_. 29574|O that the _Pyrrha_ should her owne _Pyrrha-day_ 29574|By reason of my folly so prevaile, 29574|Drynde it, and then bewray her moste haughtie case. 29574|But that thou be content to be the same: 29574|And to conclude, for shee hath done it for thee: 29574|As it is a certain sign if _Cean_ sing 29574|Of _Pyrrha_, she shall sing for thee that song. 29574|Nay, no, O thou meane _Pyrrha_, to be so free, 29574|I may not be, nor may it be thy part 29574|To serve me, I am more feare of her than she, 29574|Inasmuch as I should my best esteem of thee 29574|By being so thy servile service demand. 29574|She then, which thou didst all my feares, and all 29574|My service once of her, doe thee then again, 29574|And by that word you shall her feare, and my respect, 29574|And doe for her that service and her feares requite. 29574|Go nowe, and make a feast then at my will, 29574|And to this feast thou wilt some food dispense, 29574|And many things to thine owne selfe supply: 29574|The which will please I will thee wholly to the end. 29574|To be abus'd, I trow, to be denied, or did 29574|Unloved, I nought will more than this deny 29574|Of thee, thyselfe, or any thing that I may sue. 29574|This is a bane to me, not that the sun, 29574|The _Gift of thine_, but the other world too, 29574|Wherein all things which the stars of heaven be, 29574|In which men soules and morions may express, 29574|And who govern all the rest I cannot faine 29574|For all things with the stars or other thing: 29574|Yet I am bound to you, for so I say, 29574|There is such wonder, as men by nature feare: 29574|But nowe I rest content, till to the west 29574|The next morion shall arrive from thee. 29574|And when I come a new, O let us part, 29574|For to be so remov'd doth make mee acayne 29574|Like the good wife, which in her witnesse sees 29574|No shadow of infernall soules, or foul offence. 29574|Faire _Cean_, of these _Gosgai_ thou shouldst be feard, 29574|The night of feir might heare them: if so be, 29574|The morning be the worst that they can haue ======================================== SAMPLE 46160 ======================================== 21305|From her white breast, I knew that God, as I would have his life 21305|I have seen--as I too would have seen--a very fair woman, 21305|A woman beautiful with her own and with the Lord. 21305|She was well spoken, sweet and sweet-natured, sweet and kind; 21305|And when my heart with longing beat, and the Lord was mine 21305|She was my God, my God! I never was aware that women 21305|Have been more beautiful since the world began. 21305|Now I know that it is a secret; that thou hast never 21305|A fairer woman ever. 21305|Oh, woman's eyes 21305|Are made of crystal, and a clear, pure fire that burns 21305|In beauty's fire; and when they burn 21305|No one can see it as it glows, although it be 21305|Seen on our faces all the day, but only we. 21305|They will come to thee, if thou wilt have them; but they 21305|Will be like stars in heaven, only we see the ones 21305|That thou wouldst give for fairer; and for one thou hast 21305|A thousand, whom thou lovest. 21305|Yes, woman's eyes 21305|Are made of crystal, and pure stones, like blood, they hold. 21305|But the stone is God's, the crystal man's, our own, 21305|And thou in thyself doth it dwell. 21305|Then the crystal woman! 21305|The woman who is pure. 21305|And thou art pure, and thou art woman, 21305|And I am woman, now, and she is only, 21305|And I have seen a thousand perfect woman's since 21305|Thy pure woman's head by the way of the day 21305|Was lifted up to a clear star, I saw a thousand 21305|Perfect woman's eyes that were black and blue, 21305|And the light of them came out from thy face. 21305|For thou wert the sun in day, 21305|And she was the moon that shone, 21305|And the man was God. 21305|For the God of the day hath made thee woman, 21305|And my sun is God and I am woman, 21305|And my moon is God, though the night shall blind me! 21305|But to-morrow, before the day is born, 21305|I shall arise and the star of the moon will shine 21305|And the face of the man, and thy woman's face 21305|Be changed back to thine own. 21305|But to-morrow 21305|When the sun was young, 21305|And thou wert the sun in night, 21305|And in the morning I was dead, 21305|And to-night thou art the face of me, 21305|And I the woman, and thou art the man 21305|Faces of men are nothing, 21305|But just because they are beautiful, 21305|And because they are beautiful they live. 21305|For God is not less beautiful 21305|Than women, women, and women, and women. 21305|And women are nothing--less that they be 21305|Only because they be women, 21305|A woman is a woman with a star, 21305|Only with her hands. 21305|A woman's soul is stronger than her skin 21305|The same as a man is the same as steel. 21305|Yet I will leave thee for another time, 21305|For this is the thing that shall happen to me 21305|This night. I will forget every word 21305|When to-morrow I should speak again 21305|To make a more beautiful woman's face 21305|Out of the dust I have seen. 21305|We have a beautiful lady 21305|Who is most fitly named Aurora. 21305|Her hair is like the yellow-peaved cypress. 21305|Her eyes are blue, and like the sun. 21305|Her limbs are very broad, I've heard folk say. 21305|And she is beautiful, and all of us love her, 21305|But I should know better than all the rest 21305|What would happen to us if our mistress came 21305|Like an anointed angel into our house, 21305|With all her angelic splendor ======================================== SAMPLE 46170 ======================================== 10493|Tho' we hae dang over our backs! 10493|And we hae two of the best of 'em all, John’s been in the war. 10493|He’ll come and take the charge if he’ll never be made a joke, 10493|And when he wins there’s none can stand him a day. 10493|The first was Jim O’Dermans, our captain, 10493|And the second John Ward was his son, 10493|Now our old good pal who died in the trench. 10493|We’re a great big unit with them, 10493|There’s no great big men of our race, 10493|But there’s some of great big names among us 10493|Wha are just plain hard, hard a lad. 10493|They’re a good man they’re a good sort, 10493|But there is one there has no b----k. 10493|A man who has seen a gully 10493|And an arrow in his eye 10493|An’ an’ one who has seen a comrade 10493|He’ll think twice about his gully, 10493|An’ there’s a man who wants his gully, 10493|He’ll want and need him a little. 10493|They’re a bad stock, they’re a bad sort, 10493|They’re a bad stock, we like them best; 10493|For we’ve all been there at some time, 10493|But we’re a better man now, we’ll be. 10493|Now the poor lad who has done no wrong, 10493|He’s just stood by a trench for an hour 10493|An’ nothing but the dark that is spread 10493|Between his eyes has made him think he’s in the wrong place. 10493|He hev tumbled in like a soldier good, 10493|An’ had heard he’d made a good kill, 10493|But what d’ye’l do, if you think you’ve been there. 10493|I’ve been among them twenty-four, 10493|I’ve been among them twenty-four, 10493|I can tell you what I think of most— 10493|They’re worse than the bad ones, they are worse. 10493|I like the poor old dervise thing, 10493|It was made by God, I think, 10493|They oughtn’t to have made another, 10493|They oughtn’t to have made another. 10493|They oughtn’t to have made another 10493|Of a stock that’s like the rest, 10493|But they oughtn’t to have made another, 10493|They oughtn’t to have made another. 10493|When a man does his duty right, 10493|He runs no chance of want and shame 10493|That doth a man to be superior, 10493|That doth a man to be superior, 10493|An’ when one has the temerity 10493|To do one’s duty, he’s a man. 10493|Oh! that’s a foolish life, 10493|Oh! that’s a foolish life, 10493|That’s a foolish life, 10493|In dandification o’er, o’er, o’er, o’er. 10493|The best way, I declare, 10493|To keep one’s name in print 10493|Would be—to go, oh, go, oh, go, oh, go. 10493|For the mind, it doth deceive— 10493|It doth deceive—doth deceive— 10493|When a man does his duty right, 10493|It doth make him very proud, 10493|It doth make him very proud, 10493|It doth make him very proud 10493|To be so wise as Jack. 10493|Oh! let me go, oh, go, oh, go, oh, go. 10493|With a manly heart I have vowed 10493|To bear the galling yoke; 10493|Oh! never again will I relent ======================================== SAMPLE 46180 ======================================== 1005|Was now the hour assigned in heaven to proclaim 1005|My going, and to let on whom God wills. 1005|I needed here no other witness' than 1005|The blessed image which to me was given; 1005|I needed not another word nor sign 1005|From any one, to prove to me, beyond 1005|Any doubt, that I was with the first. 1005|And such a proof as this was in the book 1005|Written for thy remembrance, when thou cam'st 1005|To bring it from Magdalen's cloisters, 1005|Without the knowledge of thy guide and me; 1005|For which, as thou seest, I have done penance." 1005|"Now tell me, I entreat thee, who wast even 1005|Present when the image was transferr'd 1005|To this nether sphere?" He smiling cried; 1005|"If thou recallest an instant's worth of time, 1005|And try if document be found unperfor'd, 1005|A hard maxim should it be obeyed: 1005|'Tis to be borne, though by no pen, as far 1005|As written letters go beyond the lap!" 1005|And at that sight I prithee for thy peace 1005|Call up the demon from whom those tear-drops start, 1005|And, with them, for surrender me once more. 1005|He,so fully issueless of my estate, 1005|Would fain have pursu'd me with more delay, 1005|But, through my love for thee, quick perception 1005|Of error did in thee just comparison 1005|Make, that my errour was in thyself 1005|Hence to be bridg'd with a sweet parsimony. 1005|Love, not disdain, was my error now; 1005|Love, that liues not, and liues meritorious, 1005|So that to win thy praise he desireth none 1005|But touci's self to make his glory. 1005|Accurst is love, and by abusiveness 1005|Wrong'd in him, who in himself hath cause of liuing. 1005|For who, but love of thee and only thee 1005|Would stay to crie and see such plenty swell, 1005|Or from the earth so many bodies throw? 1005|Much more would be thy scholar's than thy Jove. 1005|Accurs'd him not; but when he saw the cup 1005|Limb of the horror, that BEELZEBUB perceived, 1005|Incensed he was, and in contempt of thee 1005|Took Art and Criticism from thee, O Cicero! 1005|Hence accus'd, thus, didst thou provoke the rage 1005|Of the Empyrean; thus didst thou provoke 1005|The Inachian war; thus didst thou provoke 1005|The rapid eclipse of Valentinian sun. 1005|Now mark what genius next thea cheer'd on earth. 1005|Those two fierce bulls, who, from a ram-head, chac'd 1005|The sons of God, and the mother mov'd between, 1005|And then the beasts, when they realized this, 1005|Their sides arranging, turn'd themselves again 1005|THIR DEUSED SPINNING: in stedfast rhythmic song 1005|Thus to th' abyss they roll the sacred gulf, 1005|While the dread tones a space airy pause obtain, 1005|Then hold their breath, and, yielding, stand as stamps 1005|In death, inconstant, yet their stammering stops; 1005|This way and that this hither, this downward, yonder, 1005|With fluid mouths alike they pass, and get 1005|Together to the bottom, so that the straits 1005|Are handsomer'd with simple flowers. But he, 1005|Who turns about, and draws his bearings rill by rill, 1005|And scales the steepness of the wondrous deep, 1005|Or, from the noisome filth, alights at length 1005|Within thebridg'd gulfs, to swim more freely back. 1005|So he ere long (if such boon be inglad 1005|Into his gall- QUAE GENUS PHARE INVALISA feris 1005|dent ======================================== SAMPLE 46190 ======================================== 18007|As a tree in spring, 18007|And it stood for a moment 18007|Aloft in the sun, 18007|And then fell down and broke, 18007|And fell down from the height, 18007|And fell on the pavement like 18007|A window from the sky 18007|And died. 18007|And the lady of the south 18007|In her garden of peach trees, 18007|And the lady of the south 18007|Was talking a good old-fashioned thing, 18007|On the bench railing of the terrace; 18007|And a lady of the south 18007|In the garden of peach trees 18007|Had put her hand under her breast; 18007|And a lady of the south 18007|Was watching what the lady of the south 18007|Did with her hand under her breast. 18007|"What do you do with your hand 18007|When you push it down under you?" 18007|"Oh, I make love to my ladies, 18007|As you'd expect from ladies. 18007|I kiss them, and I suck their kisses, 18007|And I breast them, and I lullaby-- 18007|And what do you do with it?" 18007|"Oh, I wriggle it around me, 18007|In my lap, and my lap and my hair; 18007|And I wriggle it about me, 18007|In the garden of peach trees. 18007|I rub it out of my sight, 18007|And I toss it out of my hand, 18007|And then I go back inside to sleep." 18007|"What do you do with your hand? 18007|It's nothing but your fur!" 18007|"Oh, I hug it, and I wrinkle it, 18007|In the gardens of peach trees, 18007|And I swat it, and I swat it, 18007|In the garden of peach trees! 18007|It's nothing but my fur!" 18007|"What do you think of the weather? 18007|What do you think of the weather? 18007|I think we are all glad-hearted, 18007|And we think about the weather. 18007|We talk of the weather all the way, 18007|Through the gardens of peach trees. 18007|And what do you think of the weather? 18007|What do you think of the weather? 18007|I think it's fine!" 18007|As you listen to me, 18007|There's a sound of a crowd--so close!-- 18007|Like the clatter of feet in a street; 18007|And they shout, in a high, clear joyous tone, 18007|Which, when you hear, is like a perfume 18007|When you first discover the garden in bloom! 18007|As you listen to me, 18007|There's an air of--something--too much light, 18007|Like the breath of a breeze, which is strong 18007|Like the whisper of song, which is bright, 18007|Like the music of feet. 18007|As you listen to me, 18007|There's a voice that calls you--so beautiful! 18007|Which, when you catch, is like the song, 18007|Which a lady who's ever so fair, 18007|Just overheard, holds close to her breast, 18007|Which the voice of that strange, thrilling song 18007|Which calls you away. 18007|As you listen to me, 18007|There's a step upon the stair, 18007|A step as of a fairy, 18007|A step as if a step were due; 18007|And the steps grow lighter as they speed, 18007|And the air grows kinder as they go, 18007|And the door grows slightly wider,-- 18007|As if it were waiting, and waiting, 18007|With its very longing to give you 18007|The lovely sweet kiss you're wanting, 18007|When you listen to me, 18007|And the sound of that footfall is sweet! 18007|As you listen to me, 18007|There's a light in the room, 18007|And a light for you to scan, 18007|As if you'd read a fairy tale,-- 18007|As though you'd just open your book, 18007|And scan the dim ======================================== SAMPLE 46200 ======================================== 22229|The winter wind will chill, 22229|And all the sweet flowers are faded, 22229|But not for me; 22229|The summer sun will warm me, 22229|And fill me with blisses, 22229|But not for me; but for thee, 22229|My lovely maid. 22229|The winter wind will chill, 22229|And winter flowers decay, 22229|But not for me: 22229|Thy lovely form shall rise 22229|A flower in the rose, 22229|And like a virgin blush 22229|In every face. 22229|O come in thy snow-white veil! 22229|There is nothing so lovely as a lady of 22229|Highly worthy of her lord's wishes. 22229|No lover's hand can please her, but her gentle 22229|and loving heart will break beneath his 22229|attention. 22229|But if in sorrow thou dost mourn the loss of him 22229|who hath given thee his life to cherish in love, 22229|He doth not give again to his beloved: 22229|But what though in the grave the lily bloom 22229|and the peacock's plumage are in the dust? 22229|So think not that the loving heart is dead, 22229|For he lives in thy heart and by thy thought; 22229|But thou art a sweet thing of the earth, 22229|Worthy to be the centre of a shrine. 22229|Thou art the rose, thou art the star, 22229|The rose, the little golden ball, 22229|The little golden ball. 22229|The rose, the lily, the lily-lily, 22229|The rose, the little golden ball; 22229|She is to me as the sun shines on, 22229|To me the sun shines on. 22229|Come, my love, and when it is the prime, 22229|Come and kiss me and let thy lips of gold 22229|Touch my tender forehead and make me blush; 22229|Come, come quickly, for I will not be stayed, 22229|And the rose will fade away on your neck. 22229|The golden hour is a sweet, 22229|The last returning sunbeam, 22229|The day that's ended and gone, 22229|But I will love it a little longer, 22229|And then shall it be over. 22229|'Tis a lovely, a lovely day, 22229|And the air is fresh and free, 22229|But one who has spent his life away 22229|To find that one rare day. 22229|The sun is setting, the sky grows dim, 22229|And we cannot be alone, 22229|For our souls grow weary and fear 22229|To be left in the dust. 22229|And we love you, sweet rose, we love you, 22229|And we think that we shall die, 22229|But we shall not fear--we will not fear-- 22229|And we'll not be too weary. 22229|She's a pretty pea in a pod, 22229|She's a pretty peach in a bower, 22229|She's a pretty plum in a stem, 22229|She's a pretty worm in a grassy nook, sir. 22229|She's a pretty worm under a bean, sir. 22229|She's a pretty worm in a rich tree, sir. 22229|She's a pretty yellow wren in a cage, 22229|She's a yellow worm with a white-wing'd beak, sir, 22229|And her plumage sings of a gold frame-- 22229|She's the queen of all the grass at the Well. 22229|And she's just come from picking a pea-plant, sir. 22229|With her little bright blue eyes, sir; 22229|She's the sun to me, 22229|As it brightens and gives me pain, 22229|As it darkens and sends me shade, sir. 22229|The world is a flower, she says, 22229|From the morn till noon; 22229|And the sun in the garden 22229|Is a butterfly, sir; 22229|And the sunshine in the street 22229|Is the sky on high; 22229|And the stars are the bees, sir, 22229|That are the de ======================================== SAMPLE 46210 ======================================== 34237|I was so glad I was frightened out of my wits 34237|I could not breathe without a fear of fright. 34237|I don't know how I came by it, I know not 34237|Why it came, I only know I got it on my 34237|own keychain; and I only wish I had more. 34237|This world is full of things I want or like; 34237|There's nothing full of joy I have not got; 34237|All the world is full of love and hope and bliss, 34237|Yet in spite of it, I am happy still. 34237|You are all things. But there's that thing we all know, 34237|That is not in the flower, the bird, the tree-- 34237|It's what one sees when one thinks of you. 34237|The world may stand on end and cry to God, 34237|Because it would not do without you and me. 34237|If you could see the world all backwards, row 34237|On row of white and red and yellow and blue, 34237|Then you might see that all the world is right; 34237|And if you wanted to see it all completely 34237|You would have to lie down and die of despair. 34237|I am so happy I do not know why. 34237|When I was little and sick, 34237|The doctor told me that babies born 34237|Are often sick before they're well. 34237|How true that is--I do not know; 34237|But when I have been cold and crumpled, 34237|Or sneezed, or even with difficulty 34237|Have even had the good taste to sneer, 34237|Or when I was suddenly dizzy 34237|And faint, and had to lie down--well, 34237|I have no idea how it makes me feel, 34237|And I beg you won't either. But if 34237|You must have children, do them well; 34237|A good supply of good material 34237|And good practice makes them all the more. 34237|When you and I were growing, mother, 34237|We lived upon what parents give 34237|When they begin to give it away. 34237|As I was fishing in the stream 34237|I heard a lady singing, 34237|And I took her up among the fishes. 34237|Though short her song, yet 'twas lively; 34237|And as we talked together, 34237|The waves kept coming, deeper, deeper. 34237|"O, lady, will you sing for us? 34237|Or sing we, fishes, shall we?" 34237|"I will sing for the fish, I will sing for the net; 34237|But for yourself I will never sing." 34237|"Dear lordling, we'll be very glad to hear you sing; 34237|For very glad would be us too." 34237|And they dropped up their hooks, and all along the line, 34237|As soft as a fiddler's fingers goes a hook; 34237|And all along the line they trod 34237|And sang to the winds till day was done. 34237|O, the water was as green 34237|As green can be, 34237|And the little birdies went trippingly 34237|In their sunshine way. 34237|But my baby was sleeping, 34237|And all was still, 34237|And the little baby was sad and still, 34237|And he did not waken. 34237|"O, daddy dear," she said, 34237|"I've a cold in my breast. 34237|But I think there is a cure, 34237|So please don't say FAUGH! 34237|"The doctor will say there is, 34237|So come quickly, if you please, 34237|For my little baby sleeps, 34237|And he will soon be warm." 34237|So the little baby's bed 34237|Was fastened by a string, 34237|And it shut with iron fast 34237|Until the child should wake. 34237|The day was almost done; 34237|And the sun had burst his ropes, 34237|And the night came dark o'er land and sea. 34237|"O, daddy dear," she said, 34237|"I've a cold in my breast ======================================== SAMPLE 46220 ======================================== 2619|That we may love and be happy. 2619|We will take pleasure in each other's faults, 2619|That all are on the same level, 2619|And all in the world may find us fair, 2619|As fair as the choirs are in the cathedral. 2619|As I went, "Child," said Mary, 2619|"Follow this man who is walking; 2619|He who, with heart unsparing, 2619|Fights hate out from his neighbor. 2619|He who, on his brother's part, 2619|Slew the dog, but will not rob, 2619|Is man, though the Devil fight." 2619|I went to the gate of the farm, 2619|And up I got fast after him; 2619|He had no notion, 2619|He laughed in his hearty, hearty spirit. 2619|I asked him, and he did not know, 2619|Why he thus spoke to a daughter; 2619|But what he replied 2619|Was:--"Now, child, be assured, 2619|He that is God's own image 2619|Is not to be so much exalted, 2619|He who is faithful, it is plain, 2619|By such a name was called. 2619|"His eye is not so full of scorn 2619|As to be turned to the earth: 2619|He is not so proud as to look with him, 2619|But an angel's will 2619|Is in his spirit seated, 2619|And he sits with God at the feast. 2619|"He is not the same as him 2619|That was called great in the sight of heaven; 2619|He in the church is a fool, I think, 2619|Who has forgotten his baptismal vow, 2619|And the cross and the laurel that had won 2619|The triumph of a good fight. 2619|"I know he would fain keep his vow, 2619|And so would do as well; 2619|But no, like other vagabonds, 2619|He wants of the strength divine 2619|And is content with less than he should have. 2619|"I think he is but a little man, 2619|But I think there's a lot more, 2619|For he has the appearance 2619|Of a noble and brave boy, 2619|For I have been oft in the world, 2619|And I know all about 2619|The faces of men and the men of steel: 2619|I know who is great 2619|In the lists of the victors of war. 2619|"Who is great and famous, 2619|Though he never has broken the record, 2619|He has beaten out the rest." 2619|He then stepped aside, 2619|When a smile of joy 2619|Had made him smile with a noble air, 2619|As he said to me:-- 2619|"I am glad to hear you so say, 2619|I am glad to see 2619|You so gay--I do not believe 2619|You ever will go mad, 2619|I believe you can see why 2619|You are called the Son of God, 2619|You know you have a brother, 2619|And I believe, while you are so wise, 2619|The people are right like you." 2619|Then she bowed her head 2619|And wept a secret pain, 2619|For she thought of him who she deemed 2619|No more to be; 2619|Though he had only been called 2619|Son of God, or by some more noble name: 2619|Of some other woman who did bless 2619|Her with a man's name. 2619|I was alone. It was June 2619|When I fell out of the light. 2619|The leaves that rustled, the wind 2619|That blew across the forest-- 2619|The wind that made a strange music, 2619|The rain that wiped its tears, 2619|Were all gone now, one and all; 2619|Only the light from my head 2619|And myself stood in the window: 2619|In the glass only my eye met, 2619|Only the rain left my hair, 2619|Only the star left my face. ======================================== SAMPLE 46230 ======================================== 30357|"Of all the trees in all the woods, 30357|That are in the fields planted, 30357|Shall not be the poorest." 30357|"The roses of all the roses 30357|Are gathered by and by, 30357|Shall not be the poorest." 30357|"The cherry, in shade and sun, 30357|Grows in a dark retreat; 30357|Shall not be the poorest." 30357|"The lily with the roses 30357|In mazy circles rove; 30357|Shall not be the poorest." 30357|"The violet with the musk, 30357|In fragrant-tinted shade, 30357|Grows in a nicking-tree; 30357|Shall not be the poorest." 30357|"The dragon-fly, caught in sin, 30357|With little skill opprest, 30357|Grows fast in ease and ease, 30357|Shall not be the poorest." 30357|"Then, though the leaves be scant, and few, 30357|And dead the flowers, and nigh the ground, 30357|There's one delight, which long may last, 30357|Which few can buy, nor any can buy-- 30357|Those beauties of the eye, 30357|Can give more cause of grief than we." 30357|"I'll not live without you, Janet; 30357|Dear Betty! Dear Bertie! how can I? 30357|Oh! dear, my pretty folks are poor; 30357|The house is my grave, poor Janet's grave, 30357|With what can I do 30357|But mix with the dust? 30357|My heart and my brain 30357|Are set on finding you a grave, 30357|The little birds sing 30357|That only haste you to your kin. 30357|I hope you'll join them, Janet; they'll sing to you. 30357|Come, Betty! Betty! you must stay; I've nothing more to say. 30357|Betty, my dear, 30357|The children are all gone to bed, the rain comes down. 30357|I'll look to you when I'm alone; then we'll meet again." 30357|"I wish I could live without you, Janet; you're cold and dead." 30357|"And cold, and a-dry,--dear wife, we're not so bad without you." 30357|"I'll kiss you, Janet; I do love you, sweet Janet. 30357|My poor poor little baby--I thought the milk would hurt you." 30357|(They kiss.) 30357|"Go and lie down, Betty; go you, poor little thing." 30357|"Oh, come, Janet! I'm safe; you're not hurt, will you please come?" 30357|"Oh, Janet! Janet! that's too bad! for what is the matter?" 30357|"Oh, Betty! my dear, Janet! go to sleep; we'll be afraid of you." 30357|"Hush, Janet! dear Betty! don't look like frightenin' things, I pray!" 30357|"Go and lie down, my Janet; you must not wake up and scream." 30357|"Oh, dear! dear Betty! my dear! 30357|I shall die." 30357|"I will go and pray; my child, 30357|I love you very well, and you can trust me." 30357|"Oh, dear! dear Betty! look at me! my poor dear Lord!" 30357|"You must be blest; 30357|And when you're cold, 30357|You won't be strong, 30357|And I shall die." 30357|"I've found the little house which they are resting in, 30357|By the water-side. 30357|My husband died in that sad old country-town, 30357|The kind and gentle wife; 30357|I shall be buried near me by a churchyard of the great." 30357|"You will be buried in that same churchyard to-day, 30357|But the grave at last is near; 30357|And the grave is near 30357|And the grave is near, 30357|And the grave is near. 30357|Come to the grave, 30357|And I will tell you a tale; 30357|And the tale I will tell ======================================== SAMPLE 46240 ======================================== 30652|"Woe's me! Woe's me! what shall I do 30652|When it is my death that I dread?" 30652|Then she said, "I'll lie and slumber down, 30652|Lying and slumbering, you see." 30652|It was the great King Uther said 30652|That by a secret thing he knew: 30652|"If I were a little bird," said he, 30652|"I would fly to the sunny south, 30652|A dove would I carry, and a book 30652|To write my dreams in; and a lot 30652|In my heart would I lay me low, 30652|On a great white throne." 30652|_Chorus_: "If I were a little bird, 30652|I would fly to the sunny south, 30652|A dove would I carry, and a book 30652|To write my dreams in." 30652|In the wind of a bitter wind 30652|Fell king Uther, and no man 30652|Would yield him even a kiss. 30652|He struck with his lance an oak, 30652|His hand it was red like blood; 30652|But his shield fell by his head, 30652|And the blade went through his heart, 30652|And the king fell dead. 30652|"Nay," said Bedivere: "what then? 30652|I shall win or I shall fall, 30652|My heart is not broken yet." 30652|The King lay dead and still, 30652|And his child grew up without blemish, 30652|And they named her Rose. 30652|_Chorus_: "Nay," said Bedivere: "what then? 30652|I shall win or I shall fall, 30652|My heart is not broken yet." 30652|A man, a blind man, wandering, 30652|Hears a great bird, swift and strong, 30652|And lo, he has got out of a bog, 30652|And he's soaring into the sun. 30652|And when it's light in the sky, 30652|Then it's good-morrow to him, 30652|Then it's good-morrow to him. 30652|And when his heart is broke, 30652|And he has brought no tidings of gladness, 30652|Then, till the end of the earth, 30652|He may fly alone. 30652|At the end of all days 30652|He shall see his own father's face; 30652|And his father's face 30652|Will be the last in Paradise. 30652|He must die by an unknown axe 30652|Before that time, 30652|And cannot die till the axe 30652|Has fallen in his throat. 30652|And if it be in the air 30652|And a little bird, 30652|If a little bird should cry, 30652|The wind will cry in the wind 30652|"It will be good, 30652|It will be good, 30652|If thou dost let me fall." 30652|_Chorus:_ If thou dost let me fall, 30652|If thou dost let me fall, 30652|I will come at thy call, 30652|I will come at thy call. 30652|_Chorus:_ A child's cry when he sees his father die: 30652|"It will be good, 30652|It will be good, 30652|If thou dost let me die." 30652|_Chorus:_ Ah, that I were a child! 30652|Ah! if I were a child! 30652|That I were a child 30652|And would kiss the edge of his grave! 30652|For I'm not a little child, 30652|Nor a child at all, 30652|But a wind that blows in the south. 30652|The wind that blows in the south 30652|Is not of the winds of the air 30652|I must go now to the King 30652|And tell him all my story. 30652|_Chorus:_ All my story; 30652|All my story; all my story. 30652|There's no man alive 30652|That knows me from afar, 30652|And he shall be king for aye ======================================== SAMPLE 46250 ======================================== 1279|It did but wait for St John's' bell, 1279|But it was a gallant fellow, 1279|That galloped away the gain. 1279|The lady's aye sae gleg, 1279|The gentleman's aye sae gshiel; 1279|But I'll warrant ye, ye'll find 1279|'Twas neither was nor are. 1279|My dearest lass, I doigne 1279|To tell thee what I loe thee; 1279|My heart's been tane in the arms o' thee, 1279|And canna leave Cathay. 1279|The lassie's sweet, and the lassie's true, 1279|The lassie's ay sae gsomething furder; 1279|And the lassie's e'er the least bit clander, 1279|As carelessly as a gander. 1279|But she may sleep auld St John's Day. 1279|The lassie will no doubt gae to her, 1279|And the lassie, wi' a twinkling wink, 1279|Aye, will look at him, and whisper to him 1279|For the love o' her young bore. 1279|The gowdie-man, wi' nane to say "Good-by." 1279|He gars meo braw, and he gies my braw, 1279|Wi' my trogga, and the gowden curls o' his, 1279|He gars me aye be blythe an' braw, 1279|And sae amaisty of the day. 1279|My dearest, when ye're widowed, dear laddie, 1279|There'll never be nor there'll be anither; 1279|And when ye remarry, my bonie laddie, 1279|Ye'll never see another. 1279|But I'll wae me thro' the warld, 1279|And I'll wae me to the warld a', 1279|And I'll wae me then, my dearest dearie, 1279|You'll never be again. 1279|Ye planted the tree, ye planted the tree, 1279|And planted brier and briar, 1279|But the dearest flower your sak ye brought me, dear laddie, 1279|Was trodain wi' yowes a'. 1279|And he brought the rose, and brought down glory to a', 1279|And brought his fient a' to my heart: 1279|Till the bonie-hearted little doo came hame, 1279|And I thought mysel' an angel. 1279|"Ye planted a brier, ye planted a brier, 1279|An' planted anither brier; 1279|But love is a' the star ye planted, dear laddie, 1279|That ill can never come there." 1279|He blights the rose, he burbs the briar, 1279|The rose is a' the blast; 1279|But he brings a blaze of glory, dear laddie, 1279|To the matchless drap ye in. 1279|And he brings the dew, and he brings the snow, 1279|And he brings aye a gude rain; 1279|And he brings a' the bries, an' a' the flowers, 1279|That the dearest, dearest could be. 1279|Tak heed, lassie, it is a warning 1279|The mother she gives us two! 1279|We maun cross the Border to be married, 1279|Should be together in the Spring. 1279|The wedding is in Kirklee, March 19. 1279|I left my native land, 1279|And went to woo, 1279|At auld cheats Hyndeirn frae Glenriddel:-- 1279|O the waukrife cauf, 1279|And a' the devil was he! 1279|But I came aene wi' Hyndeirn frae Glenriddel, 1279|And she's now she's blest; 1279|And I will gae back, 1279|And see how we daunte 1279|By the braes of Ochiltree. 1279| ======================================== SAMPLE 46260 ======================================== 22803|"Who made this world for men to inhabit?" 22803|She said. "Is earth a place of evil, 22803|Where they perish, or are only to live, 22803|Or is there other realm, and is not earth 22803|The place of life? Where men perish and die? 22803|O, I would know, and wherefore is my death; 22803|O, I would know why the world came to this, 22803|And why the things it does to us, and all 22803|The evil things that go with it. Wherefore 22803|Have I to live or die, how can I know, 22803|Since, but to live, the world for me began, 22803|And to live I have no more, how can I live?" 22803|Thus she told her story. When she ceased, 22803|They knew her. Yet her friends were charmed; 22803|For they had known her long. She might but tell 22803|What was wanting in her speech, her thoughts. 22803|"Nymph," she said, "you dwell upon the wood 22803|And the green meads of Parnassus; but why 22803|Will you not tell us? Speak." 22803|She spake, 22803|And as a wood, 22803|Or a dream or a breath, dies down, so that nevermore 22803|Arise from her lips that day and year again, 22803|So, when she ceased, with her breath, her face was gone, 22803|And all her spirit fled, and all her joy, 22803|And all her love. 22803|So they sought 22803|Some home, some hearth, home, whatever was where 22803|They two had been. 22803|To the hill's side 22803|There by the door, the one night's rest had they, 22803|Their feet upon the grass upon the stones, 22803|And eyes upon each other, and they said 22803|"What can it be, what is it, that ye have seen?" 22803|And one said "I did, last night; there were six 22803|Dead before our bed; I have seen none." 22803|"Nymphs are fond of truth." 22803|But the other, "Nay, none, none; if I might know 22803|The truth of a thing, I would not speak to-night, 22803|I would not, till one come to tell me true." 22803|So they ate and drank and sang, and thought 22803|Of her, and how they would not tell her of 22803|Some thing they had seen. 22803|The morning came 22803|And all the hills re-echoed as the dawn 22803|Shone down upon them; then the mother said: 22803|"Now, you shall tell. I will go alone, I 22803|Shall go alone." 22803|"We pray you follow me till I have told." 22803|And to the door she went. The mother soon 22803|Paused, by a light, and said: "I think you know 22803|Some thing." 22803|Then she said: "I knew 22803|Something, last night. When I drew near to hear, 22803|A woman came, and she spoke low and sweet. 22803|"All these my things, my child," she said. "A tale, 22803|A tale, a tale. I knew full well. But why tell, 22803|A mother and a child, this night?" 22803|Then she cried 22803|With her throat a flame; then she said "O Child, 22803|What have you seen?" Then Child said: "O Mother, 22803|This night I saw a woman--and I thought 22803|That all was good. And all is good." But she said: "Nay; 22803|I think you know not all." 22803|Then she cried 22803|With her throat unlighted. But she said "I know 22803|What have you seen; I think I know the thing 22803|To which these things belong." 22803|The night grew late; and they wandered by the road 22803|To the town of Sisyphus. Then the mother said: 22803|"Go we straightway up to Heaven, and sit 22803|Upon the sickle ======================================== SAMPLE 46270 ======================================== 3650|Of all the men they've ever known, 3650|The wisest man alive 3650|Couldn't decide whether Sisley Jessop was a shrew. 3650|He had his pick of worldly pleasure, 3650|It seemed to him that way was best, 3650|For life is all about trying to please oneself: 3650|Then why should one seek out another, 3650|Or anything that seems hard or novel, 3650|To give oneself vexed and vexed anew, 3650|Or make one's self restless and restless? 3650|He always felt it proper 3650|To be what he deemed the genuine, 3650|While those who'd think otherwise 3650|Had no idea how they were being ruled, 3650|And so, for that and other reasons, 3650|He put on the airs of one who'd had 3650|A serious life-job: and, for that and other reasons, 3650|He never was aware that the girl, 3650|Whom the men thought most beautiful 3650|And who had him at heart, had had a serious life-job. 3650|He sometimes took a walk with his friend 3650|Whose daughter was going to school 3650|Down in the village, at the corner 3650|Of "Mr. Smith's" old homestead; 3650|And what they talked of was all that was right, 3650|And all that was wrong, I can't say, 3650|But they both toil a little harder here 3650|To be the heroes of a "snow-ball" joke 3650|Than they did before they went to school; 3650|And the hero, with a rattle in his hat, 3650|Was a man who did not much mind 3650|If his ice cracked underneath his feet, 3650|And that was well; 3650|Said, "Never mind--I can't remember not 3650|Whether the ice is like the gravel or the stone: 3650|And I wonder if there's any wonder about the story 3650|As I wonder if the ice is gravel or stone?" 3650|"What is it, then, that makes you ask that question, 3650|So unsmooth and unsun? 3650|Why didn't you stop and talk to your friend Smith? 3650|You never seem to see him, I declare." 3650|"Why did you ask that question? The thing, I mean, 3650|That troubled me in sooth was that he never said 3650|'The trouble I'm in sooth is that I never told'; 3650|And that seemed to troubles me and say 3650|'Because I never asked!' 3650|"Why did he not come to your homestead, then? 3650|If he could he'd come,--well, I've seen him too often 3650|In business, in the courts, of a moment's size, 3650|Come hurrying for a ride, and then--a moment's space, 3650|Not more than a step or two! 3650|"And when I asked him not to come to my homestead, 3650|He seemed to say, 'I'm not the one for that trip; 3650|I've had enough of solemn business things; 3650|I don't care if they last long as they're done: 3650|I'm flattered by the talk, and I like a merry face; 3650|It is my way, and I go my way! 3650|"'I am for making a merry face; 3650|For saying, "I'm not the one for that trip! 3650|I've had enough of solemn business things; 3650|I don't care if they last long as they're done 3650|If I can see you, one and all!' 3650|"I never said a word to him that day; 3650|I felt so lonely, and so very still. 3650|I took my pack and went,--with arms and bows 3650|And all the arms he ever had or would, 3650|And a few thin fingers to bind him on. 3650|And I took him through the old deserted ways 3650|And fields to where the snow lay frozen brown, 3650|And where the wren's blue eyes look, with a look 3650|"So the first thing I knew, as I went with him, 36 ======================================== SAMPLE 46280 ======================================== 30391|And his bright eyes grow dim, 30391|That becloud his brows; 30391|Till, like the sun's own light, 30391|His spirit seems to die 30391|In the world's dusky dark, 30391|And the day's pale ray, 30391|As if some ghostly ghost. 30391|Then the maimed and dead, 30391|A few, far-raging ghosts, 30391|Shake their dust on high, 30391|Or in the dusky tomb, 30391|Where a mighty face, 30391|As if some unseen foe. 30391|Waxes a cold, dead weed, 30391|Roots, tares, and flowers, 30391|In a vast, wide, 30391|Unquiet grave. 30391|Then the ghost, so near 30391|And dear to him, 30391|Is an unquiet ghost, 30391|Unseen and cold; 30391|And still, in a dark, dead gloom, 30391|Goes the pale, mute ghost 30391|Of an old, dead saint. 30391|Then the soul dies to-day, 30391|Where the mortal clay 30391|Of his sinless form, 30391|Sinks, as it lies 30391|In an ancient grave! 30391|Then the spirit's breath 30391|Goes with the body's breath 30391|To an unquiet tomb, 30391|With the breath of death, 30391|Of the blood, and the cold, 30391|Which the earth of life bare, 30391|In the day's black death, 30391|Where the living, cold, dead body lies. 30391|Then the moon, that shines 30391|In her shroudèd ship, 30391|Shows in dim light 30391|Dim ghosts of dead men, 30391|Which are all dead, 30391|As the dead and dead. 30391|There are graves where ghosts 30391|Lie, with ghostly mounds; 30391|With the blood and the mould, 30391|With a ghostly pall, 30391|In the world's dusky tomb, 30391|Where the cold, dead corpse, 30391|From a body sleeping, 30391|Lies along, 30391|In a vast, wide, 30391|Unquiet grave. 30391|And the pale-faced phantom, 30391|Is still the same, 30391|And the tomb, with ghostly mounds, 30391|Tilts in the moonless storm. 30391|Then the grave where lies 30391|A man that slumber 30391|Near a corpse, in the gloom 30391|Of a night's black burial, 30391|Where the grey-faced phantom, 30391|In the moonlight, gleams. 30391|Then the ghostly tomb 30391|Shrouds with ghostly mounds; 30391|Till the moonless tomb, 30391|In a mystic shroud, 30391|Shrouds a man with ghostly mounds, 30391|In the tomb of death. 30391|Then the soul is stilled 30391|Where the life-cease 30391|Of a body lies: 30391|And the soul is stilled 30391|Where the life-cease 30391|Of a body lies. 30391|Then the ghostly ghost, 30391|In the dark grave, 30391|Rides on the breath 30391|Of the sleeping, cold, dead body, 30391|Where the grey-faced phantom, 30391|In the moonlight lies. 30391|Then the ghostly ghost, 30391|Goes with the spirit, 30391|Till the phantom, 30391|With a ghostly pall, 30391|Comes back from the dead man's tomb, 30391|Where the grey-faced phantom; 30391|In the moonlight's dusky gloom, 30391|In a tomb where ghostly mounds 30391|Tilts in the dusky moon, 30391|With a pale grey face, 30391|As a ghost who lies 30391|In a grave where grave mummies crouse: 30391|And his ghostly face 30391|Looks as when in life, 30391|With the breath of death, 30391|To the grey ======================================== SAMPLE 46290 ======================================== 4697|With all its dainty dure and beauty 4697|I would not, I would not part, I would not, 4697|If thou indeed wert gone. Oh, leave me not; 4697|I do repent me afterwards, I will not-- 4697|I would not, would not leave thee this day. 4697|I love thee dearly, I did so long 4697|As to trust thee, though to put faith in 4697|Was not at all like looking on thee. 4697|Thou art a creature for whose delight 4697|I took with me, and brought from where I came, 4697|An angel's angel;--thou art but mine; 4697|So mayst thou come when I am gone. 4697|And, oh, if there be no other being 4697|On earth to be my love,--only thee 4697|And I and one bright star are two and only: 4697|So be thou then my star; and if thou 4697|Return but once again to me 4697|Be it not strange if then I know 4697|One who loves thee, loves thee dearly. 4697|All in the early morning 4697|While the sun was glowing warm 4697|I walked in London town; 4697|All in the morning 4697|Scarce had the daylight left, 4697|And scarce had half begun 4697|The walk I took that day; 4697|Scarce half had half begun 4697|When he bent down to kiss 4697|My forehead while I rose 4697|Wearing his morning mascara 4697|All in the morning 4697|I walked in Venice town-- 4697|A Venice walk; 4697|And nothing moved, and all 4697|In a single moment past, 4697|But the wind and the sun 4697|And the sun and the wind-- 4697|I walked in Venice town. 4697|I saw at Venice--an agate sea 4697|Held fast in little  an eye-- 4697|The great sun shining white, 4697|While many a nautilus and spar 4697|Bore into each other's waters. 4697|The sea and the streets that shone on either side, 4697|The high arch of the bridges, 4697|The ships that made their dashing ways 4697|Across the golden surface of the sea-- 4697|All, all were in the air-- 4697|Except I, who felt 4697|No wave in that alcove above me, 4697|And could hear as much as I could hold 4697|The voice of God in that vast shrill 4697|For "Weep no more, children!" 4697|No other voice but that of the wind, 4697|Which seemed with one great cry to go 4697|Along the streets of Venice--and then 4697|Come back to say, 4697|"It is time we were home." 4697|When the dark-eyed little star 4697|That laughs a laugh divinely sweet, 4697|From her throne, in the heavens afar, 4697|Looks down with a motherly bliss, 4697|Toward that little room 4697|Where the sun and the wind and the sun 4697|And the wind and the wind 4697|And the wind and the wind 4697|And the wind and the wind. 4697|When my heart at last it stood her up 4697|To cry out in utter scorn, 4697|Then it burst into tears. 4697|When the wind sobs so loud at my cry, 4697|Till my heart is like a straw 4697|Where, through the tears, 4697|My mother's lips may seem to rest. 4697|And the wind, and the wind, 4697|And the wind and the wind, 4697|And the wind and the wind, 4697|And the wind and the wind. 4697|When the night comes down and the dew 4697|Comes to chill the cheeks of that little star, 4697|And the sun has ceased his shine, 4697|And the wind but wails in its own bed, 4697|And the moon has gone to sleep, 4697|Then it seems as 'twere all the world 4697|All to one's self--in one's bed. 4697|Then ======================================== SAMPLE 46300 ======================================== 8672|And she made me laugh and told me it was true 8672|That what I heard in Paris yesterday 8672|I heard again in our old cabin on the plains 8672|Of the far-away and far-distant west. 8672|They had gone from us to other homes, 8672|And left our house in the woodland for a home 8672|Of the wood and woods on the other side 8672|Of the city--I was only going to say 8672|My dear daughter knew her husband's business,-- 8672|And I knew to-morrow that our little boy 8672|Who in a little long-coat dressed out two of three, 8672|To my old bed-board would be brought to me. 8672|He was the last of us that I had seen 8672|And the first to die, and the last to speak; 8672|The next--he was as still as a dead tree 8672|That is bent and tall in the winter snow 8672|And he took his last breath before my eyes, 8672|And he did not say, "This is death;" but stood 8672|As a tree stands, with his head thrown back 8672|And his throat bare of all the singing birds-- 8672|And I, in fancy in my grave, heard 8672|His voice singing in a merry strain 8672|As he stepped to the same end as he came. 8672|And yet he did not say a word to me, 8672|And we stood, in the same place, a while, 8672|The two same birds on the same branch, 8672|And he moved his head and his throat rang 8672|With a merry smile and a merry song 8672|As he looked up and he danced along, 8672|And I caught the words when he sang a song. 8672|But the end came, and the day was cold, 8672|And a great wind swept over the plains 8672|And swept my two birds with love and pride, 8672|And they did not sing for him as he went 8672|But for one day as he went to the sea, 8672|While the wind, when the waves rose up, cried, "The bird!" 8672|And a great wind from off the east shook my tree 8672|And it felled him where it would have laid: 8672|And I thought, "He's out of my nest, there's a chance 8672|He's as far from my dear, and he'll not fly 8672|Till our old nest has grown old, and no one knows 8672|Save the wind that comes from the east and blows 8672|The two birds from the two and three for a crown-- 8672|"You never think to-day that I'm gone;" 8672|But I thought I never would be the same, 8672|And I knew that he loved me, and I prayed 8672|It would be better to go and see 8672|The sun, his wife, and children, and a grave-- 8672|Because I knew, to have done the thing 8672|Was the end--when I went to the sea, 8672|And I knew to-day my dear was dead. 8672|I do not know of the woods and woods of May 8672|The blackbird's song or humming of the bees; 8672|And I don't think of the sun-swept meadows 8672|Of all the world I'm only a bit busy; 8672|I only know that it's sunny that time of year 8672|When there's something in the spring to make me happy. 8672|And all is so quiet I hear not of the bees, 8672|The hum of insects in the shade is not there; 8672|The birds that come to bask and flutter and sing 8672|Are never visible on the grassy ground. 8672|The brook in the well-peopled meadows 8672|Whispers and murmurs in the silent falls; 8672|The fern hangs over the river 8672|Where the lilies are hiding their leaves; 8672|The yellow bees buzz and buzz 8672|To the sound of the chaff and the wheat, 8672|When the grass is springing and the air is cool; 8672|The boughs are bent like a cane, 8672|And all is quiet in the wood 8672|And nothing distur ======================================== SAMPLE 46310 ======================================== I went down into a cave. 35402|Then, lo, a cave was bright 35402|With flame of red, 35402|And in the flame there stung him the pain 35402|Into his side, 35402|And all the fire fled from him the red pain. 35402|"Ah, love," quoth he, "this is not thy cave; 35402|Thou art not dead." 35402|"Nay," said she, "if thou art dead," quoth he, 35402|"I am as happy as the kiss of God to-day: 35402|"My blood is hot in the fire, not thine is cold: 35402|Thy hands I have touched, but mine 35402|Are not as dear." 35402|I heard a bird sing an arabesque 35402|Faintly, a falcon shriek as she would be 35402|All blood-warm with the wind of the May; 35402|A white flower on a bare stalk of a tree, 35402|She was so young; what was her sin? 35402|She had no heart to say "I love thee." 35402|She had no heart to say "I know thee," 35402|She had no heart to say "I am thine," 35402|She had no heart to say "I hold thee," 35402|She had no heart to say "I care for thee." 35402|She let the bird fly to the falcon, 35402|And the falcon fled to the white flower, 35402|While the bird flew to her heart, while the falcon flew to me. 35402|The white flower is the heart of me, 35402|For the heart of me is the flower sweet; 35402|The heart of me is the heart of me 35402|When I kiss it and kiss again. 35402|Ah! my heart was not dead in love. 35402|I had many things to do, 35402|For the bird sang all the evening, 35402|And the falcon all the morning. 35402|And every evening the white flower bore 35402|The love within her breast of me; 35402|And every morning the falcon bore 35402|The love that I had borne to thee. 35402|"I will go up the sky, but you must stay below." 35402|He was old, but his eyes were young, 35402|For the skies were beautiful; 35402|"We are old in love, I think," he said, 35402|"And the days are long," said she: 35402|She was young, but her heart was old, 35402|And she smiled and sighed and said: 35402|Ah! we are old in love, she said, 35402|While the days grew long and long, 35402|And the birds were gay, and they would not mind, 35402|But they knew that their sweet love was grown old. 35402|"I will go up and do and will not take rest, 35402|But wait and wait and wait, my love is a stone." 35402|She was young, but her heart was young, 35402|And her eyes were soft and clear; 35402|"Come to me and wait, my sweet, while I wait," 35402|She made the answer and said: 35402|Ah! her heart was all within her breast, 35402|And the cold sky was near to be, 35402|But the birds were all glad and silent, and they would not hear. 35402|And the old man said in his dreams, for her sake to weep: 35402|"We have come too far," he said, "to keep longer here." 35402|And to the window he went as she sat by the stone, 35402|And she saw, as in a glass, the grey eyes of him pass; 35402|"Farewell," she said as she turned, "what word you say?" 35402|And the old man said, "O where shall I find an end?" 35402|And she said, "A good end to all ends." 35402|And they went out, and the flowers of the earth were full, 35402|And the waters ran and the stars shone and grew great, 35402|Yet the old man said, "Farewell." 35402|And the old man found a grave and bowed over it, 35402|And he found a stone, where was ======================================== SAMPLE 46320 ======================================== 4331|And you are always saying I'm dreaming, 4331|With your eyes full of a golden light 4331|That is never fading 4331|Because you know not when it fades 4331|From your golden eyelids 4331|When you have forgotten 4331|How to kiss 4331|You are still so near; 4331|And the night is always late 4331|And still the wind's noise 4331|But the sun's face is ever 4331|And always the long grass' 4331|Always the song of the swallows 4331|In the sun's face. 4331|I thought that the night was made for me 4331|Because I was weary of the day; 4331|I dreamed the day had come to me 4331|To be a part of me, 4331|Because you had taught me how to speak 4331|And I had not learned you. 4331|I think that the night and the day 4331|Have the truth always for their guest, 4331|And I am always the only one 4331|To whom all things are welcome; 4331|Because you can never greet me 4331|As you would speak to another, 4331|Because you cannot ever know me 4331|Unto the soul that knows me. 4331|Yet when the day is done 4331|I will hear your voice as of long-gone years 4331|Sending out candles in my memory. 4331|For all I know this day will be done; 4331|Even you will not come back to greet me 4331|As you'd say before me 4331|When the night is over 4331|With the lights and candles 4331|So that I can sit with you here, 4331|I will sit beside you, 4331|Watching the moon, the stars, the fire, 4331|The music and the laughter; 4331|Watching all things that are light 4331|Grow and fade and change. 4331|I will look at you out of the dark, 4331|Out of the night that makes me blind, 4331|Out of the sadness and the doubt 4331|And the longing, and the pain. 4331|Out of the shadow of our home, 4331|Out of the loneliness, 4331|Out of the darkness, you bring me 4331|Lights for the days I wait; 4331|You bring me you know not why 4331|Nor wherefore should I know, 4331|And you shall come back to meet me 4331|Out of the darkness. 4331|And then comes the night again, 4331|As the old days returned, 4331|The windless, moonless nights we spent 4331|When I was little and you were light, 4331|And I the child of sorrow, 4331|I know you are as always, 4331|I hope you will return to-morrow 4331|Out of the darkness. 4331|Where are the books that were with you... 4331|Where are the songs that were with you? 4331|Evening is dying, 4331|the day is past, 4331|And nightingales are singing. 4331|In the garden lies a flower, a rose; 4331|A rose lies dying, 4331|And the white wing of the swallow is curled; 4331|In the sun, a bird is singing. 4331|There's a tree 4331|With buds full of secret joy; 4331|And blossoms red as mine; 4331|And there are secrets in the air 4331|Too slow for to discover, 4331|Too fast for thought to lose. 4331|The wind blew out of the night 4331|Long ago. 4331|The night was hushed. 4331|I dreamed and I woke. 4331|I dreamed of a little flower 4331|That lived with me; 4331|I heard her laugh when I smiled; 4331|In a dim blue garden-place. 4331|But I was always always thinking 4331|Of the little flower; 4331|And my heart was always beating 4331|For a secret place, 4331|Where all the stars were shining, 4331|Where to be. 4331|But what is so sweet and rare 4331|And sweet to dream of 4331|That never grows in the land ======================================== SAMPLE 46330 ======================================== 8187|Who, of the world's wide sweep, 8187|Was just for Rome a friend to show 8187|With a few words more of _him_. 8187|If this, like all good deeds, 8187|Were, as I deem, divinely meant, 8187|Then, why, as men who ne'er saw 8187|The world to heaven should fain confess, 8187|Let us grant the world--if known. 8187|That it is _like_ Apollo, then-- 8187|If he can look so light, 8187|So quick the breath's transient glow, 8187|How quickly shines that light again! 8187|The soul of Greece, of former days, 8187|For beauty never sought applause, 8187|But took the graces for her foes, 8187|And, for her foes, had _all_ the glory. 8187|But Beauty's eye, since last it shed 8187|Its richest hues on the world's blue urn, 8187|Has oft, alas! a light, alas! 8187|Beamed on itself through other eyes-- 8187|Made _us_ look brightest the _most_-- 8187|And, even in _this_, was the deepest shame! 8187|The world, when in its full-blown bloom, 8187|So full of beauty and of wisdom, 8187|When every breeze, like hers, was stirring 8187|Its fragrant leaves to fancy's power, 8187|And all heaven's treasures were in view, 8187|When every leaf seemed, as the sun, 8187|A glory, and another sun, 8187|And each came forth like some sweet maid 8187|With a rosy eye,--and all the rest 8187|So radiant, yet so far removed, 8187|That in our less fond and tender hours 8187|We seem to see _them_ in them too. 8187|But then, alas! what _was_ to _us_ 8187|This paradise of joy and bliss! 8187|And who but ne'er, in life's short round, 8187|When young and gay, would leave off thinking, 8187|And, as to that, our brightest eyes 8187|Were dimmed by shadows cast before, 8187|When Virtue's torch was first put forth? 8187|Oh! that the world with all those suns, 8187|That brightest shine when their bright ray 8187|Is all, as our life's light, divined, 8187|Who find the best in doing and doing! 8187|If all that beauty e'er disclosed, 8187|Must at the same decisive hour, 8187|Be then to her the darkest shade, 8187|Whom others all our bliss would share? 8187|No; let her own, her dearest part, 8187|Be left the last of life to cherish; 8187|Then why not let her bright career 8187|To darkness vanish in its flight? 8187|No! leave the soul to the dark sky's arm, 8187|And stand o'er Art's brightest fane in awe, 8187|That none may guess the world has seen, 8187|While she is in her own light. 8187|When the fair moon her crescent makes 8187|O'er the calm streamer of the year; 8187|When the blithe swallow, from her nest, 8187|Settles and sings to the roseate air, 8187|And the shrill lark, from the blue west, 8187|Settles and sings again, 8187|We, nymphs, should all sing like you, 8187|When the night is come, 8187|And the days and nights are past, 8187|And the year has come to her rest! 8187|When, in the breathless East, 8187|The maiden, kneeling, 8187|Swims the streamlet 8187|That glimmers 8187|As light glimmers, 8187|Where the lilies 8187|Stand up to the streams, 8187|And, in the light, 8187|The rose-pine stands 8187|To the stars that glisten 8187|On them where they stray. 8187|To love and dream 8187|Is like a wave 8187|That, while it quivers, 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 46340 ======================================== 30391|And, where the sunsets fall between. 30391|For they are the fountains of God's love 30391|To the weary earth and sun, 30391|Who drink by night and watch the stars 30391|Who drink by night and know 30391|That night is but a flame born of the soul, 30391|That the light of day is vain, 30391|That man's heart, whose music is the worm 30391|That gnaws the heart of the night. 30391|For they have eyes to see and souls to scan 30391|The dross that flees the eye, 30391|As the star of the sun shall wink and fade 30391|When day is laid to rest; 30391|And their fount is the soul-begotten brain, 30391|Who is like the brain of a star: 30391|Whose eye is the eye of a man 30391|From the womb of time to birth; 30391|And the worm that gnaws the heart of the night 30391|Turns to worms of a day, 30391|And the man that laughs, the man that sings, 30391|Shall break the heart of the night. 30391|For they have souls to hear and see 30391|When night is but a dream, 30391|And they have eyes to gaze on the skies 30391|That lighten the hill; 30391|And they have hearts that yearn for the stars, 30391|The stars that gaze on the hills; 30391|Or the sun they have with her face of gold, 30391|When the earth she is bound round, 30391|Where men kneel to see and know her eyes, 30391|Whose smile is the light of day. 30391|For the world hath an eye--the world hath but one 30391|And that is death; 30391|And all men gaze on the moon and sun 30391|When the world is a name, 30391|And all men gaze on the sun when dead, 30391|And sing of death and night. 30391|And when they have sung their hymns of praise, 30391|And gone to bed at night, 30391|They hear on the way to the grave their step, 30391|And they stand aloof and scan, 30391|As the sun is set and a man's heart 30391|Grows a heart in the heart of the light; 30391|Each man's heart grows a heart of heaven 30391|When the heart-flesh withers from his sight, 30391|And the soul is a soul of man, 30391|Till the spirit hath been born of the worm, 30391|And the soul is in the worm. 30391|For the soul is a worm--the soul is born 30391|When the earth is not light, 30391|And the soul's love is the worm's love 30391|That will bite and gnaw and claw: 30391|And the worm that doth gnaw is man's; 30391|And every man for himself 30391|Shall break his heart, and shall rend his limb, 30391|When the soul hath been born of the worm, 30391|And the worm is in the worm. 30391|And when the soul hath been born of the worm, 30391|And the soul doth grow to man, 30391|Each man's heart wilt grow an heart of heaven 30391|When the heart-fat hath grown to heart: 30391|And the soul in the soul may come to God, 30391|When the soul hath been born of the worm, 30391|And the soul is in the worm. 30396|The last words of this little fiddler of 30396|(Told to me by a great mason of old-time) 30396|Are worthy of a hymn or two: 30396|(My voice is weak, the lay is rough-- 30396|And I must lay the lay aside, 30396|That a new hymn can yet be sung 30396|Of the last words of this little fiddler of old). 30396|'Tis the last--'tis the last time we will meet, 30396|And we will not depart for this life 30396|More than the last moment of our breath! 30396|We will not weep for the old days, nor make 30396|A vain or an empty wish--no more! 30 ======================================== SAMPLE 46350 ======================================== 10602|And made her a pretty gift, with all her might; 10602|Bidding her bring forth a brook, and make her winges 10602|The best that she had of th'airds that she could meete. 10602|But seeing that none could make the water sweete, 10602|The best of the best they bid her bring from farre, 10602|For there they durst not think to look so well 10602|To finde such as she seemede, but like wilde things 10602|Did look about them, running through the grounde. 10602|And thus it was, for there none could be found 10602|That the sweet water made so soft each flowere; 10602|But all about the river were many rois, 10602|And many storke streams that made the water dree, 10602|And by them those two names of both the rivers run 10602|That did for miles each other in their course run. 10602|For all about it runneth softest water, 10602|And softest clay, whereof was neither waste, 10602|But made it seeme to be of richest deaw, 10602|And most luxurie, that through the same I spie. 10602|And all this soft soyle, well filled with the dew, 10602|Was well beseeming like a happy swaine; 10602|But none of those that came to see my brooke, 10602|Did by it think it would be longe to stay. 10602|In this they all did make themselves so glad 10602|(For all the twyes were filld with other thought, 10602|That neither could it with them turne in their play), 10602|That with their wedding wreaths they made the place 10602|A feast for all; and all in this wise discourse 10602|It long to pass away, and turn againe, 10602|As in true loue: so spake that other two; 10602|For they had seen much thing in this wise, and learn'd 10602|By this their owne soule's nature, what was meant, 10602|And they would no longer spoyle to hide it then; 10602|For each one knew full well, that other two 10602|Cannot be of that kind with whom they fell: 10602|Which being sure, the rufle hardie body bent, 10602|They both made fast to one, as in a snare, 10602|That to the same would they both go at one draught, 10602|And not that some one shoulde make the same ampere. 10602|Thus both in prison made, while many a year 10602|Told them that they should in death be buried; 10602|For many and oft, in piteous case, 10602|That they two might be bounde, did God them hide. 10602|But now this news was bring to pass in heaven, 10602|That they were to be strowed with everie seed; 10602|Whereof good men, not only yet to this time, 10602|But all the worlde through, did know thereof still, 10602|And yet they lived as they had died before, 10602|And lived as they were born; for when they died, 10602|They both right would no longer live, but goe 10602|Down to the bottom of the earth, from whence they came. 10602|Yet in Heaven, that they were safe and arrived, 10602|There did they lay them downe in stately place, 10602|On pillars of pure gold, and therein doe set 10602|Their bodies forth, upon a car of hew, 10602|All that liveth in the earth and water bright, 10602|And all that liveth in the air, but chiefly those 10602|That are greatest in their power and praestency. 10602|Thence, having done these prest and sacred dayes, 10602|They both (their lives in death out-grew) doe lie 10602|Thenceforth unros and dearely with them lie; 10602|But they shall live th[=e] while, till both the sunne and he, 10602|Shall turne their thoughts of dying to their rest, 10602|And on the same side threescore days and sixe, 10602|Lifting eternall eyes unto ======================================== SAMPLE 46360 ======================================== 1287|And you shall have your heart's desires, 1287|For if I should have taken thee 1287|To my breast again I'd still 1287|Have given thee my thoughts and my soul, 1287|And would that you my wishes might fulfill. 1287|There was a young lady 1287|Who came to visit me, 1287|And asked me so many questions, 1287|That I could not but help her up. 1287|To my heart's desire 1287|I give my life on high, 1287|And am dying too, young lady! 1287|I'm the oldest man on earth, 1287|And my years no less 1287|Are many unto these 1287|Than are the youngest. 1287|"Who's the girl in the grass?" 1287|The little bird was singing; 1287|With pleasure she heard it, 1287|And from the grass she hastened 1287|Across the meadow, too. 1287|"Who's the girl in the green?" 1287|The little bird was singing; 1287|With pleasure she asked it, 1287|And from the green she hastened 1287|Across the meadow, too. 1287|"Who's the maiden in front?" 1287|The bird was singing; 1287|On, then, behind she ran, 1287|Across the meadow, too. 1287|"Who's the maiden in back?" 1287|The bird was singing; 1287|With pleasure now she leaps, 1287|And with pleasure flies, across 1287|The meadow, too. 1287|"Who's the boy in the middle?"-- 1287|Said she, "The blue bird's name me? 1287|That 'tis a pretty bird, 1287|That takes on his shape, 1287|And, when he's caught, his form changes too. 1287|"But who's the girl in the green?" 1287|The bird was singing; 1287|With joy she took on him, 1287|And now grows tall and full grown, 1287|And now is small and thin. 1287|"Who's the boy in the dark?"-- 1287|Her eyes were wide open now, 1287|Like the water-lilies she shone 1287|Upon the meadow, too. 1287|"Who's the girl in the blue?"-- 1287|Molly was laughing and laughing,-- 1287|She stood underneath the green,-- 1287|She sang the whole of the day, 1287|She sang from three till three ten, 1287|She sang from four till four five, 1287|And then, when the sky was clear, 1287|She sang from five till five ten 1287|And even that she sang from twelve till twelve. 1287|The green and the golden-green leaf 1287|Are sweet to the birds, 1287|And the flowers of the June are so 1287|Far more beautiful. 1287|The blue of the meadow is like the blue 1287|Of the waves in the sea, 1287|And all flowers the meadow can bear 1287|Are sweet to the bees. 1287|I saw a little child, 1287|I saw him with smiles, 1287|And with laughter of joy 1287|I saw the sun bright shine, 1287|And then with his laughter full 1287|I heard the night winds bewail, 1287|And wept in her groan. 1287|My spirit's spirit 1287|So strong and so pure, 1287|Was there--to my very heart 1287|My soul was given; 1287|Yet if the world could understand 1287|My soul's words we'll cry, 1287|I felt the sun on my brow; 1287|My soul flew upward; 1287|And, in my soul, I see 1287|The sun, the moon, 1287|The night's voice, the morning star, 1287|And the star of the day. 1287|I heard a song, 1287|A song so clear and sweet 1287|I knew that it must be 1287|The blessed birds' offspring; 1287|And with singing loud I cried, 1287|To my soul's God I cried. 1287|"There's the sunrise!" ======================================== SAMPLE 46370 ======================================== 1365|He was my brother. I knew him not; 1365|For you knew nothing of him. Yet 1365|I love him. I know not when and where 1365|You knew him; but this I know, that you 1365|Saw all his glory in that moment, 1365|When at the court-house doors with him 1365|We stood. You knew his brother, though 1365|'Twas but one sweet summer day. 1365|The city wall 1365|That surrounds Jerusalem! The hill 1365|Is built upon the graves; and in those graves, 1365|Piles of dead soldiers, and the bodies 1365|Of men who died to the death. The tombs 1365|Are high and heavily defended. 1365|The ancient Hebrews had no war, 1365|Or battle here; the Lord their God was still 1365|Their great conqueror. They were content 1365|With the quiet shepherdess to guard them. 1365|The soldiers and their wives, with children 1365|Upraised, and friends and strangers coming from afar, 1365|Were content with the little shepherd-girl. 1365|That is the story of the Hebrews, 1365|The tale the prophets told, or dreamed; 1365|And in the Holy Writ of God for evermore, 1365|It still is read! 1365|What is there left for the man 1365|To do with his two hands? 1365|We are a wretched nation,--the men and the women 1365|We are, as in old time, the masters, and the young 1365|Flee from the bonds of the shackles and break free, 1365|And stand, as now, on our own free ponies. 1365|A thousand years we sit, in bonds 1365|And chains. The city is desolate, 1365|And the soldiers, and their women, and young men, 1365|And children, and old men, who were but shadows 1365|Or images to scare them and drive them away; 1365|Not these men, as in old times, and we with them. 1365|We walk, with young and old, and their wives and the strong 1365|And the old men, who are dying and dying. 1365|A thousand years--aye, two thousand years. 1365|As in old memory they tell 1365|The great story of David's son, the hero 1365|Of that city, the town of Beth-Hafen, 1365|We sit in silence and sing of the heroes 1365|Whom the Lord calls "sons of fame." 1365|I am the author of many poems and songs. In the latter 1365|hearing the great poet Emerson usefully express himself in poetic 1365|terms, I became insatiate with the same idea,--like the man 1365|famous for "Abel, I Will"--which, however, I have not done 1365|so badly; which I would not take seriously,--nor that "Lines 1365|written in Verse," which is more recent; in which he compares 1365|"the old days" with those of "the song of David." But it 1365|does not follow that because "the old days," if they be 1365|existent, as many present historians and commentators 1365|agree on, they do not exist. It happens that the old 1365|days and the new are, in language and thought, very 1365|similar, but they differ greatly in style. 1365|The first group is the "Grecian-Idalian" poets, whom the Greeks 1365|made the general critic of the Renaissance and whom the 1365|Romanceds have made "glorified." I would now make an attempt to 1365|compare a poem written by one of them, however imperfectly, 1365|with those written by Plato and the "Grecian-Idalian" poets, 1365|and which I have found in "Grundriss der gnomisches _schieicit_," 1365|v. 5. "Vainly would I write" _a 1365|In the first place, let us consider whether a poem really 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 46380 ======================================== 2679|And still would it befall 2679|That woman's grace 2679|Was made to bloom at sight. 2679|Yet do I sometimes hope, at last, 2679|That sightless gazers will be made 2679|As superfluous as they are, 2679|But that, no doubt, some day, they 2679|Will drop, before we know us, 2679|A dew of glory on the brow 2679|Of one whom they have made "artificial." 2679|What matter though they think me mad, 2679|Or only mildly amusing? 2679|I still enjoy the sight of you, 2679|And that's the reason that I laugh. 2679|It is not art, but Nature's way, 2679|To make you glad when you do grieve; 2679|Though some you like in spite of that, 2679|And some you hate, and some in spite of that; 2679|And still you like in spite of that, 2679|To see you sad, as sad could be, 2679|In spite of that what pleasure feels. 2679|And sadder still to think them art, 2679|In spite of you, who can make it so. 2679|Why, if I had the power to make 2679|Such lovely creatures as you, 2679|I might--but there I have no power. 2679|The truth is, Beauty is our curse, 2679|As all great men have been bad, 2679|Or worse than bad, or worse than worse; 2679|And if there's aught in Nature's chain 2679|So robust, or such strong for a slave, 2679|I hope I'm but as weak as they. 2679|My fancy can forgo aught of them, 2679|Or make them look like half-defeated hags 2679|Who can't help feeling less than fair; 2679|And all the while I sit in doubt, 2679|And strive to find a solution brave, 2679|What's Art? A blind and handless fool, 2679|Who knows his own, and only tries 2679|To fit a public to his wish, 2679|Before he's told the way to go. 2679|He's blind, most basely; but, be calm, 2679|What makes a man adept at all? 2679|The wit that is within your reach 2679|May fail, but not defeat, your aim; 2679|Your hope may succeed, but not your mind. 2679|"God made man in his image, and ordained 2679|That in due Season he should die, 2679|For the great Heliotropus and the Plague 2679|That struck from Heaven all the faithful Few." 2679|What can the future hold for you and me? 2679|What chance, or destiny, or destiny, 2679|Can make a man or a woman less wise 2679|Or less of heart than others of like age? 2679|What can a woman, born for Womanhood, 2679|Make worth living for herself and for men 2679|If no man buys the honest labor-trade 2679|Unless that man be her neighbor's son? 2679|I tell you, now, 2679|What is the future? 2679|Just a cluster 2679|Of things happening now, 2679|As they would happen, 2679|If our senses, 2679|Like the bees, 2679|That want honey, 2679|And hurry 2679|To the bloom-spot, 2679|Will stay over night 2679|In the sweetest patches. 2679|A rosebud and a daisy, 2679|And they'll let us pick them up 2679|When the roses are red, 2679|And the lilies white. 2679|Or a rattlewit in a bumble-bee's backpack, 2679|And they'll let us pluck them up 2679|When the leaves are purple, 2679|And the birds sing. 2679|Or a dandelion that can't well walk 2679|And they'll let us climb with him 2679|Up some clovers grown, 2679|That he has shown us 2679|If we look. 2679|Or if, by great Providence, 2679|We have made some one of them ======================================== SAMPLE 46390 ======================================== 25340|Of old-world names, and legends old and new. 25340|Then we must speak, and, in our hearts, be strong-- 25340|But let us speak, lest we betray! 25340|The sun will set and sky grow dark, 25340|The night return with its dark and drearful night; 25340|But let us speak, and, in our hearts, be strong, 25340|For, though we die, we perish with the breath! 25340|The winds blow west and no one hears at the harbour, 25340|The great waters rush in with all their power,-- 25340|But, 'mid the din of the noise they can never be heard, 25340|And, with a dying breath, the sailors' hearts they break, 25340|For, far away, in the west of the wide earth they speak 25340|To their great hearts' singer, the ocean of light; 25340|And, far away, they say, "Tell us where is the star-- 25340|Tell us, O sailor, where is the world so fair! 25340|Where is the God--the light--the glorious star-- 25340|We, too, are Gods of Eternity! 25340|"Say, is it well to sleep without a star 25340|To keep the sleeping of our souls from afar? 25340|To dream in dreams without a word to tell 25340|Of what 'twas that has made this awful sleep! 25340|Oh, may we find in the darkness of night 25340|A place of rest beyond the wind-borne sail! 25340|For the waves are wild in our wake, the skies are gray, 25340|And the world is dying in every breeze! 25340|"Oh! let us speak! for the world in its darkness waits: 25340|To us, O, may we ever speak, and cheer? 25340|What though no name of beauty be ours here,-- 25340|Our sun is bright, but our sea-way is dim: 25340|Nor shall we ever again find heart to roam, 25340|Until a Voice from Heaven speaketh aloud!" 25340|And lo! the ships go west; and the dead are far away. 25340|But they whose thoughts are far from earth, and yet whose love 25340|Was ever in their hearts, that thought to those far dells:-- 25340|They came, with the dawn of the morning-day, in their day 25340|Of pilgrimage to Mecca. 25340|And they who heard it say, 25340|"He is a God-- 25340|As all are unto Him,-- 25340|And his eyes are the gates wherein we will enter in, 25340|When we will enter in, and look upon the great and the good: 25340|But he smites us as if he were a God,--he is King of Kings!" 25340|And now unto each in its own name they come, in its own, 25340|But he who sailed out alone, with the wind blowing all alone. 25340|He's a king without a court, and a king 'midst a crew who have 25340|Not to be told apart,--and a warrior 'mid a merchant whose 25340|sail-beer is strong. 25340|And the man who came this very day is the same that stood a month 25340|On the deck; and the man who came yesterday, the same, he is 25340|"My ship rocks to the battle!" says he. "I'm sick, I will be 25340|Back to the land."--He has reached the land;--the ships that were 25340|Their course the King's are following, a mighty, a noble host. 25340|But lo! of the men who had gone out for a week ago to-day, 25340|I see no more than human skeletons: their flesh is shrivelled, 25340|Their bones are lying strewn along the highways, 25340|By the wayside o'er their graves. 25340|We will walk upon the ways of the departed; and they will all 25340|"The road that leads to Damascus!"--Comes the Arab pipeman's call,-- 25340|And we that go, all of us bound by a common love, sing greetings there, 25340|And we that go, all of us bound by a common love, sing greetings there. 25340|And all of us leave our homes behind ======================================== SAMPLE 46400 ======================================== 17393|Or if they have more. 17393|He may be true, if you keep 17393|Your eye and ear awake, 17393|The hidden God may be 17393|Unholy when he's here. 17393|Who'd ever think of that? 17393|That you would die for such? 17393|Not since the world began: 17393|No one can say: 17393|That you would die, poor soul, 17393|If you thought you died. 17393|You are not a god's toy 17393|Nor fit to drive the sheep. 17393|Nor is your faith in Heaven 17393|Of any great account. 17393|I only say that you, 17393|Sleeping, take no care 17393|To see your work--it may not be good; 17393|And if it should be, cease it. 17393|To such a one, 17393|Whose eye is open as day; 17393|Who thinks, with a glad heart, 17393|There never will be need 17393|Of anything better, 17393|Fulfil your desire,-- 17393|"Come, let us sail the sea!" 17393|The waves roll up the cliffs beyond, 17393|And from the shore the ships float by. 17393|I watch them go:--the sea is fair, 17393|The sky is great and blue, 17393|And God's great sun is in the west-- 17393|Who knows what He might see. 17393|The ships must pass. What pleasure more, 17393|What more than they are getting here? 17393|The birds do sing:--the birds do sing: 17393|I lean and bend my head. 17393|Let's see:--my head is wet, it is clear-- 17393|I'll follow the birdship up. 17393|(Nathan Lean's Travels 17393|A Wading in the Streams. 17393|(Nathan Lean's Travels 17393|My Mother's Picture. 17393|Cotton's Round Top. 17393|The City's Delight. 17393|A New-Year's Gift. 17393|The Wind that's in the Well. 17393|My Poor Ain't Righto. 17393|A Letter from Home. 17393|The Town's Impressions. 17393|The City's Sinner. 17393|The Man in the Moon. 17393|Dorothy's Song. 17393|The Song that's Old in the Hearth. 17393|The Song that's Old in the Hearth. 17393|"And all our pastime then was just to please 17393|In thinking Dorothy on by his side 17393|Till she became a-dreamy,--and then we 17393|Showed ourselves so pleased, we took the trouble 17393|To make up for it in a new-year's fire 17393|That took all else away." 17393|"You understand me," said the man, 17393|"Who told me that. What's the use of questioning? 17393|'Twas we who had our heartiest trouble finding; 17393|We didn't know we couldn't stand the smallest. 17393|Now that I see it plainly enough, I think 17393|'Tis only a trick of yours, a furtive lie 17393|To make me loathe you like a--thing, Mrs. 17393|Aunt's Secret--I don't know the name of that! 17393|No, all's lost. No, I'll sell a lemon and give it you, 17393|In a little room beside the porch, in case you 17393|Hear something about it, while you're in the house." 17393|And there was Aunt Anna, her head in her hands, 17393|With the old red rags hanging down yonder; 17393|And Nora, with a sad, shrivelled voice, he cried: 17393|"Oh, Father! you're a-sailing on a boat 17393|That's going down for a little voyage, and I'm-- 17393|I'm a sailor, too--so am you, Father! 17393|And I'm going to die." 17393|"You'll go on, then! You will!" 17393|"No, nothing. I'll die so like a tree, 17393| ======================================== SAMPLE 46410 ======================================== 17393|'This man,--oh, this is a matter 17393|For poets, not for me. I have known 17393|This man, and who can doubt it? he 17393|Is of the greatest nature, size, 17393|And features of the earth and sea, 17393|And you are still a woman, you, 17393|And only a woman, you, 17393|And I am the most helpless of men, 17393|And he can make me so. 17393|'I have loved him so: his presence, power 17393|And wisdom! why should I doubt it? he, 17393|With the whole world round him, can work 17393|His brain and brainy, all to good, 17393|And my brainy make him worse. 17393|'He knows not that his presence comes! he 17393|Shall live with it, see it, smell it; but 17393|My heart, my heart's desire, shall be 17393|This, and my womanhood and I, 17393|Still in one body, him and me, 17393|Though, now my pain is over, all's not changed-- 17393|He'll love me yet, while life lasts him, you 17393|And I, with one another's arms.' 17393|The old man said no more. The room 17393|Seemed in the night to sink into itself, 17393|As drowsy things do when they say their prayers. 17393|And from the fireplace he stepped forth 17393|Into the kitchen, where his sons 17393|Stood in a ring, and his old wife 17393|Called him upon the kitchen floor. 17393|At the sight of his sons, she ran 17393|To the window; but she did not see 17393|That one with her own son did run. 17393|She called once in an undertone, 17393|'Father, I know the words to say.'" 17393|And when he heard his sons call him, 17393|"Why, what are you two about? 17393|"Why you have never told me yet, 17393|Have you?" "Yes, we did it, father; 17393|Why?" "I have been looking for you; 17393|And I thought I should not come home late." 17393|"Why did you come, then?" "Father, why; 17393|I have gone to look about about me. 17393|There's the old inn. Here's the girls with the girl to the left 17393|Who is the pitcher and dish in the middle of the room? 17393|The kettle and boiler--where's the pitcher? 17393|And there's the pan the old fire-pirouette has been tost away in? 17393|And there's the pan that was burnt red in the old man's shop." 17393|And at this moment his daughters in their turn began to chide 17393|with the kitchen-keeper. At this moment his daughters 17393|in their turn began to tease with the kitchen-keeper. 17393|The youngest of the girls--she who the pitcher is in 17393|with the pitcher's arm at the kettle--seemed the less to like 17393|the old man. And the eldest girl was smiling, as though 17393|she had a bottle of champagne on her head like a girl! 17393|"Why, father, what's that?" she asked. 17393|"You don't see," the kitchen-keeper replied, "a pitcher in 17393|the middle of the room." 17393|"What is that, father?" questioned the eldest girl. 17393|"No, only in your head," the second girl began. 17393|"Yes, ma'am," the kitchen-keeper replied again. 17393|"No, father," she repeated in a low voice, as he entered 17393|a large house of the old man. "See there, there's the pitcher in 17393|the stove, and the pitcher arm in the old man's hand! 17393|"Then 'twas because you had left your job, and were looking for 17393|a bit of work to fill the gap which you had filled by 17393|filling all the time at the stove. I see you're not a girl, 17393|my daughter," the old man answered in a sort of 17393|over-eager tone, ======================================== SAMPLE 46420 ======================================== 29357|But we will all be ready to go," said she. 29357|"The school will be ready to go," said he. 29357|"But I've got to get some clothes," said he. 29357|"Will it rain before we can?" said he. 29357|"No, but it will be fine," said she. 29357|"Shall we see it first through?" said he. 29357|"We all must be ready for to-morrow," said he. 29357|"How we must all be ready for to-morrow?" said he. 29357|"What shall I do to dress?" said he. 29357|"To see, to see," sighed she. 29357|"Ah, you must show it," cried her. 29357|Then, to give him time to get his clothes, he went through the shop. 29357|"Well, that's rather hard," the schoolmaster cried. 29357|"I don't understand," said he. 29357|"I've never seen the like before." 29357|"Then tell me, then, about old Mrs. Pemberton." 29357|"The way she dresses is a pity." 29357|"Aye, and she's never worn it." 29357|"I wonder why," exclaimed the lady. 29357|"The way she does it is so strange." 29357|The lady went to the window and whispered, "Aye, and she's 29357|"Thank goodness, I'm quite ready." 29357|A school in which I taught French, with little French 29357|Mamma was very good, though she had never 29357|Saw it any the truth; nevertheless, after 29357|Some very much mistaken reasons she sat down 29357|And saw the books she was reading with pleasure. 29357|When she had done, I made her sit down beside 29357|The table with just her arm around her arm. 29357|What a wonderful room was that! It was a 29357|Limpid and white and very clean against her dress. 29357|"And what have you to tell about what is going on?" 29357|"We are two of a little group of three," said he. 29357|"Is there anything to see if you could see it a minute?" 29357|"Well, some of the books are French, but all the 29357|others are in English," said he. 29357|We took a trip this month to Paris; that was very 29357|"We are going on the first day of the week, 29357|Where we will bring the girls and take tea with 29357|the girls?" said he. 29357|"We will have nothing to do. We will go 29357|back by the same road you did," said he. 29357|"But this time," said he, "we will see if we can 29357|take any pictures of our old friend." 29357|Mamma is very much obliged to us for 29357|writing books, for which we made her a present. 29357|He says that he hopes that the girls will go, so he will 29357|"They have never looked more at a book since we went; 29357|everything on the side of the house. They can sit 29357|down and look at it freely." 29357|"Can it be?" she said. 29357|A small boy, half asleep in the street, came 29357|out of his books to tell the news to her. 29357|"A school in the Park! I shall not get home to-night." 29357|"To-night," she said. "I will only be at the Park to-night." 29357|What does it mean? 29357|"How did you know?" said she. 29357|"I don't believe he'd have time to come," she answered. 29357|"And you?" said the girl. 29357|"I don't believe I should know, but I know that you 29357|believed in me. If I hadn't believed," she said, "why did 29357|I--?" 29357|"I'm very happy." 29357|"How did you know?" he asked, in surprise. 29357|"That it can't be true," she cried, in horror. 29357|"But you must have been very tired," said she. 29357|"What did I say?" said she. ======================================== SAMPLE 46430 ======================================== 1280|With the old, red face, the old, red face! 1280|"But this is nothing! 'tis only 1280|Drowning in the light of night. 1280|I would see him, as in days 1280|Behold a soul that cries for 1280|Her life! 1280|The dead man, too, who left it! the dead man who left it! 1280|And the old, red face, the old, red face." 1280|"Yet here he sits and eats and drinks: 1280|The death-watch rings on the bridge. 1280|And we will come and bury him 1280|Under the old, red face, 1280|Under the old, red face, the old, red face, 1280|As a man's body buried under 1280|The old, red face."* 1280|* [Footnote: See the story in _The Times_, No. 94, January 2, 1878, of the 1280|A man of letters--no one will doubt he is, and that it is 1280|I had a little dog: 1280|He'd go 1280|And bring my books on to school, 1280|To keep the fear away 1280|And make me want him less. 1280|"They put him down when he ran 1280|One day with his book, 1280|And I was walking a field 1280|On which he'd made his track. 1280|His head just broke 1280|A thistle and his crown 1280|Were just right in the path where he ran. 1280|He never hurt himself, 1280|And came to be a treat 1280|When I turned the books to the wall. 1280|He never hurt himself, 1280|Nor brought me to think 1280|That all his life long 1280|My books were at the side."* 1280|How could he be afraid? 1280|She'd taught him that day 1280|That all his life long 1280|*For his head just broke 1280|A thistle and his crown 1280|And I was walking a field 1280|On which his track was.] 1280|"And all was well 1280|Until the day I died-- 1280|The dead-head thought it madness, 1280|And I was thinking. 1280|They didn't want him to write 1280|The old, old rhyme, 1280|Or tell the truth, 1280|And so he didn't, 1280|But wrote for fun, 1280|Some other sort. 1280|"A lady came up to me-- 1280|Her little maid--in tears 1280|(She called for dear love): 1280|Her little baby on her knee-- 1280|She had to do without. 1280|She wished her father home again, 1280|To give her all to her. 1280|I looked out for the noise of horses: 1280|I was afraid of the crowd. 1280|There must have been thousands at play: 1280|I had to put up with them. 1280|I never saw so many of them 1280|Unless by lantern. 1280|To have so many friends-- 1280|They must have been happy, 1280|Because that's how they took it!" 1280|"When you and I were boys, 1280|We could come up here 1280|To play at the 'hitch-cock and chitchat' (No, there's no need 1280|to hurry through the talk of divorce: 1280|Our friend will see 1280|That it's a happy matter.) 1280|But I was too old 1280|To interest myself: 1280|I wanted a better job 1280|With better hours. 1280|The marriage died for lack of cash, 1280|And there I learned to write. 1280|There's a new one on the block 1280|I started there, 1280|As I was reading of the things I had been doing 1280|When I was young. 1280|The new one on the block 1280|Has the old one in it, 1280|While the old one's not even mine. 1280|It's a kind of a heaven 1280|To have the old one. 1280|There's ======================================== SAMPLE 46440 ======================================== 17393|'Then he had no more of the way, I think, 17393|"Why all about you?" you'd say; "what made you come 17393|"In this way, with your face hidden from me, 17393|And by so much reason not to be pinched? 17393|"Ah, no, what's not to be pinched, for when's the use 17393|"What's not to be pinned has happened, and here, 17393|"Not to be pinched--'twas to be, and she's not 17393|"That woman you're after--no, I don't mean 17393|"A common woman who's married and can't keep; 17393|"A common person, poor of temper--but then 17393|"How should I call you that, if you think me such 17393|"You want to do a wrong thing--turn me back 17393|"To where I happened, in your own old town 17393|"Of old acquaintance. As to that, remember, 17393|"The men who were here, and the women who were here 17393|"Gave you, I think, like sixty men that night: 17393|"But that wasn't many: you're here like two, 17393|"A few that took you; there's the man, no doubt, 17393|"Who was your friend in the old mill, and now 17393|"There's the man who's dead that killed all round you, 17393|"And now that's his friend? Ah me, but you, 17393|"And the woman here--and that's a crowd! You 17393|"That night were the best of a lot that's here, 17393|"And the man in the dark cellar too. 17393|"What's his name? what's his occupation? but 17393|"A man's friend, and a good man, and I think 17393|"He could help me if he'd only help you. 17393|"There is no use a woman's name to call, 17393|"I am no woman's lover, if I say so; 17393|"Yet here's some help if I'd find it out, 17393|"Some help that he could help, or you, some help. 17393|"He should go, when I get to being old." 17393|Then I said "Let's see." 17393|There was no choice then 17393|But to go, and see what we could do, 17393|And see what we all thought we could do. 17393|You see the things that's there the best you can 17393|You make out there before you can. 17393|And so we walked on, and talked on the roof, 17393|And the old men's faces went and took the street, 17393|Not far from here, not far from here; 17393|But my eyes and your eyes, not far behind; 17393|You look at them and smile. 17393|All at once I came to you and I spoke, 17393|"I'm tired of all my life here, and so, I go, 17393|My life--to end. God's peace, there,--I can't bear 17393|Such--it's too much. What will it be?--when?" 17393|"When they've taken you." "Oh, and how can they 17393|Take me--you? they've taken all the time; 17393|I know 'tis a grave, and they'll pardon me 17393|For having sinned. They'll pardon me at least, 17393|And that's enough from me. Can't they forgive 17393|Me, either,--can't they? what? They could not see 17393|Such sin in me, but that's all, no doubt, 17393|And now they'll pardon, but not me--no, 17393|Can it be? and, in short, why won't God 17393|Make out the thing to see all men?" 17393|"We do not pardon; we do not forget 17393|That those we wrong have wronged, all men have wronged. 17393|He who has sinned makes amends; that is his way. 17393|They will not take you; but God will take me, 17393|I can't believe, but they'll take him. They'll take me 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 46450 ======================================== 19221|Where the dewless blue 19221|Spreads its airy circuit wide, 19221|Till the eye becomes 19221|Like an Indian night-rider strong, 19221|Whose saddle well is shoal and slack, 19221|And knows his way, 19221|And follows blindly where he will, 19221|Till the bounding steed 19221|Meets the mark, and overwall is gone. 19221|All things decay; and life, 19221|The ornament, the joy of man, 19221|Is but a cipher wound 19221|In chains of immutable death. 19221|Look how the flower dies,-- 19221|Yea, though the rose were borne 19221|To adorn a new-born day, 19221|Which it might brighten no more, 19221|Though the bright star 19221|Failed, to recompense its worth, 19221|Rend its lips into smiles, 19221|And re-form its leaves again. 19221|Not so our life;-- 19221|It remains, undying seed 19221|Of all good to man; 19221|It is a constant fillip 19221|To the starved soul of him 19221|Whose field of labour is a span 19221|Of endless darkness, on whose orbit 19221|The stars and moons have place; 19221|Who wanders there in perpetual pain, 19221|Content to kneel and bless 19221|The silent Father of his creation, 19221|Not yet prepared to soar 19221|Where haply war shall lower hell 19221|And the grim avalanche WHISTLE-WAGON plod. 19221|O could I of that thought think take flight 19221|And soar aloft and think 19221|Whose mind was fain of things above, 19221|As I have of your thought; 19221|How it would rankle in my soul, 19221|To find myself where you are, 19221|And both in perpetual pain, 19221|Content to kneel and bless 19221|The silent Father of his creation, 19221|Not yet prepared to soar 19221|Where haply war shall lower hell, 19221|And the grim avalanche WHISTLE-WAGON plod. 19221|When she has sung, she is a livelong bird 19221|That sings to all who hear her song; 19221|And they who will, may hear, as well 19221|The heavenly minstrel near her shuttles: 19221|For the sweet voice of a child is worth 19221|The strongest hand that ever shook a treble. 19221|Thus, when Phœbus to thebes her guest 19221|Was sent, the keen ear sore too much 19221|Saw in the hall of the world-supreme 19221|Strange noise and din: such sound as fills 19221|The boughs of a forest with whispering; 19221|That from the first it was prophesied 19221|The deathless trumpets of the gods 19221|A giant voice of thunder would blow; 19221|And, all the solemn night, should sound 19221|The notes of the immortal Bards; 19221|Among whom should be found melodious 19221|The poet's thoughts, and his own song, 19221|While, from beneath the leafy shade, 19221|Or from beneath the watery rock, 19221|He sought the flowers, the stones, the branches, 19221|To hear what music most he pleased 19221|To sing, and give what melody 19221|To his poor muse. But little reck 19221|The heartless brute;--it loved the song 19221|Of childish ears; and, being bored, 19221|Sounded as if it deemed no pains 19221|Had lost their pleasure; yet it sang 19221|As if it thought upon its woes 19221|That would not cease. 19221|So when the night had passed 19221|So, when the night had passed, 19221|As the sun's first glance 19221|Arose upon the sea, 19221|It gan its plaint to make 19221|At the gates of hell. 19221|A moan went up from the depths profound 19221|Of the wailing winds; and, lo! 19221|A shape that look'd as it wist not what ======================================== SAMPLE 46460 ======================================== 29345|He got me a coat or something 29345|That night when he was out of town 29345|And I was in charge of the kitchen. 29345|He came in with the moon on his shoulder-- 29345|He stood beside the kitchen door. 29345|When the fire was out I'd to watch him; 29345|And I watch'd as he was going by 29345|With a merry shout and a joyful cry 29345|And a laugh of his own, as he came running 29345|Back into the parlor, back into the kitchen. 29345|He carried the fire out with his feet 29345|And he tossed the matches out in the hall, 29345|And he shut the doors with a half-closed fist, 29345|And he went by a side door to the back, 29345|Where a child was playing with a ball, 29345|And he turned and looked at me 29345|As he went by the other door, 29345|And with a merry shout and a joyful cry 29345|And a laugh of his own, as he came running, 29345|Back into the parlor, back into the kitchen! 29345|And he carried the kitchen stove, 29345|And he used to sleep when the house was dark, 29345|But he let the lamp-light in at night. 29345|And he made his bed down in the cellar, 29345|Down in the dark green deep well, 29345|With a wooden leg across his belly, 29345|And a half-shut box on his head. 29345|And he turned his head slowly around, 29345|And he smiled and he listened to the cricket, 29345|And he whistled, and he tuned the fiddle, 29345|And he laughed with a look of glad surprise 29345|At the wonderful voice of the wooden leg. 29345|And when he stood by the well side door 29345|He was afraid to come within, 29345|He played with the wooden leg, 29345|Playing the wooden leg, 29345|Playing the wooden leg, 29345|Playing the wooden leg, 29345|Playing the wooden leg, 29345|Playing the wooden leg, 29345|Playing the wooden leg, 29345|And the wood just flew so high! 29345|And then it was that the stove was burning, 29345|Lightening with a little light the darkness, 29345|Lightening the little parlor with flame-- 29345|And all in a moment more than one 29345|Went the kitchen fire and the kitchen. 29345|In the cellar side-doors stood the cellar, 29345|And the kitchen fire was a fire of stars, 29345|And the kitchen was burning in the house! 29345|And all at once I was scared to death 29345|And afraid of the kitchen and the stove. 29345|And I started up and cried-- 29345|And the kitchen was burning-- 29345|And I cried and I cried 29345|And it burned and burned! 29345|_I_ only heard the noise of the fireflies, 29345|Lighting the darkness as the sky, 29345|Lighting the darkness in their little white flitting 29345|Through the dark, round eyes of stars. 29345|And the long and lonesome nights 29345|Brought me to the kitchen and the stove 29345|Where they sat and had their little talk of the fire, 29345|And the kitchen was burning in the house! 29345|And the kitchen it burns down now, 29345|I heard the fireballs as they fell 29345|From the heaven to the earth and all 29345|To the kitchen! 29345|There's some other things they did 29345|They cannot remember now. 29345|And I know that somewhere out there 29345|There is another kitchen blazing! 29345|So, I've a feeling that if it was 29345|Out there, too, it will burn for a hundred miles: 29345|But the kitchen was burning down in the house? 29345|It's a wonder I can bear 29345|That one's always so near, 29345|And the noise you made in the kitchen! 29345|It always makes my heart go 29345|Over the moon and the stars 29345|That went running like a troop of hounds 29345|To get to your back, 29345|And ======================================== SAMPLE 46470 ======================================== 4331|A woman came and took me by the hand and began to lead me. 4331|I can hear a sound of a big door being opened. 4331|She took me into the garden and she stopped at the window. 4331|She told me that it was a good time to be travelling. 4331|With her little brown head leaning on her angel robe's hem, 4331|I watch a little white shadow moving across a green patch. 4331|I look into the shadow and all my heart is in my ears. 4331|She is walking so slowly and her feet are so light. 4331|She's going so swiftly from flower to flower. 4331|I can hear the joy in her eyes 4331|She says, "If I can be forgiven." 4331|I'm standing on the bridge of the Bridge of the Angels. 4331|On the bridge of the Bridge of Angels 4331|I'd like to find the eyes of my love. 4331|And there in the midst of them, 4331|I'd like to see her look. 4331|And there in front of them 4331|I'd like to see the eyes of my love. 4331|But in the distance I hear the waves of the sea. 4331|I can be drowned in the distance when I am lonely. 4331|The distant surf goes calling and calling. 4331|I can be lost in the clouds when I am lonely. 4331|And there in the distance I hear the sound of waves breaking. 4331|I see my little, lonely lover come advancing. 4331|I see him come out of the water when I am lonely. 4331|He holds out his arms when he comes advancing. 4331|Though all the ocean is rising, 4331|I was only a dove lonely. 4331|The sea is calling with all her voices. 4331|Now he is here, here he comes. 4331|I love him because he is so tender, 4331|And I love him for my solitary place 4331|Where I must nestle far from strangers and eyes. 4331|I love him because the stars are kind to me, 4331|And I love him that his face is fair to see. 4331|When I am sleeping, my thoughts are always near. 4331|And there are all of these bright stars to my side. 4331|I love him because his dear eyes are near, 4331|And I love him because a stranger drew near. 4331|They are coming, the strangers that call me, 4331|They are coming to claim me to their hearts' desire. 4331|My secret heart and my secret soul 4331|Are waiting and wondering yet. 4331|My secret heart and my secret soul 4331|Are waiting and wondering yet. 4331|Oh, what are they waiting for so long? 4331|Where are they now I can not tell. 4331|If I were King and they would give me to me, 4331|Oh, what would I care! I love my Prince most. 4331|If they were only my people, I cared not, 4331|I had neither right nor power to ask them. 4331|The night is very, very still 4331|And the morning is very, very near. 4331|When the night is very, very still 4331|And the morning is very, very near, 4331|I hear the wind on the hill-side sing; 4331|I see the lights down the street; 4331|And the long, bright houses under the stars. 4331|And I sit at home all the night. 4331|I hear it whisper and see it talk; 4331|The little children in the corner play. 4331|And if I was a King 4331|I would go out into the world so very far 4331|And take my pleasure everywhere. 4331|Under the window 4331|The white fog comes. 4331|Under the window 4331|The white fog comes. 4331|And if I were a King 4331|What fun it would be. 4331|I'd ride into the world, 4331|As I am riding out of town; 4331|With many carts 4331|Of merchandise 4331|I would set up shop; 4331|With me to scout 4331|For fruit and flowers, for fruit and flowers. 4331|Through the windows all of the old church- ======================================== SAMPLE 46480 ======================================== 1280|I have seen the light of the sun 1280|Turned to a ghostly ball of gold 1280|With the sun in range. 1280|In the west the night is gone, 1280|And the star and the moon are gone. 1280|On a table by the door, 1280|It is all of the dead. 1280|We will go into the house 1280|When we are home free. 1280|It was written on the wall 1280|When I first came home, 1280|"To the land of clay is turned 1280|All who go into the South." 1280|For one year I did not speak 1280|One word of the dead man's tongue. 1280|A month or two with sorrow, 1280|A month of waiting to feel 1280|All the man's dead flesh tremble. 1280|Oh I went into the land 1280|Of clay to get away from him, 1280|A long journey toiling through. 1280|And I have been a fool. 1280|And now I am free again. 1280|I cannot tell you how it feels, 1280|But I saw you in the sun 1280|And the flowers and the birds and grass-- 1280|And the red sun in the west-- 1280|In the open air of day-- 1280|After I gave you my heart. 1280|O earth and star and man 1280|With all your soul and body: 1280|O I am the human body 1280|That you gave to me, and I burn, 1280|Bitterly and deeply. 1280|I did not love you, 1280|But I have known a soul 1280|In all you had and I gave 1280|And still could find a soul. 1280|I may not see you, 1280|But, God be praised I know the way 1280|That my soul went out to bless 1280|All my children. 1280|All the men, in and out of place, 1280|The women, the wives, the mothers-- 1280|But all the children's children 1280|I held by the hair; 1280|And my soul said, 1280|What? 1280|What, what have we to do with God, 1280|Who came out of nowhere 1280|To come in a moment, 1280|Who has never been born, 1280|To look and smile and move, 1280|To be a moment at ease 1280|In the old days; 1280|To walk, and talk and sing, 1280|With a smile for a word 1280|And with a frown to break 1280|All the old ways of men 1280|And make them new. 1280|There is no new way, 1280|But the old way, 1280|The way that comes from being 1280|And is loved of God. 1280|If we had seen him 1280|Watching where we stood 1280|The one that's dead, 1280|And we had tried to follow 1280|But the man is gone. 1280|And no one has ever said 1280|That we have missed him; 1280|But we, poor and old, 1280|Who have tried and tried 1280|And tried so hard. 1280|And now, with the old time air 1280|And the way of men, 1280|We are just the same old men. 1280|We cannot make him glad 1280|With all the beauty of song 1280|We have known and loved. 1280|The man that's dead 1280|We cannot see him 1280|Until the end of day, 1280|We cannot set his feet 1280|Where it used to be; 1280|We cannot bring him back 1280|The way we thought to be. 1280|But we, poor and old, 1280|Who have known them, 1280|What do we now? 1280|What have we done? 1280|What will our sons and daughters do 1280|When they and their fathers pass, 1280|Abandoned? 1280|For the old way 1280|Seems to turn and turn, 1280|And the new is not what you thought. 1280|So many, ======================================== SAMPLE 46490 ======================================== 19221|Now, my sweet lady love, 19221|Come thee in peace, 19221|And in summer with the breezes see 19221|The beauties of the plain: 19221|And be with me, and with me, be with me 19221|In summer, or in spring; 19221|For still the woods are green, 19221|And the flowers are on the lea, 19221|But I wander more in sorrow now 19221|Than in gladness now. 19221|Let me hear no sound 19221|Such as the plash of fountains on the shore, 19221|Or the ripple on the sea, 19221|Come over my sleep; 19221|Or the sound 19221|That comes along the coast, 19221|When the sleepers rest from their ocean voyages: 19221|It is an uncheery air 19221|That comes with the setting of the sun, 19221|And does bring melancholy to my breast, 19221|Making sad remembrances of sorrow past. 19221|All things give place unto my mind 19221|As men submit to their doom; 19221|And my heart is heavy and sad 19221|As the cinder when it quits the place 19221|Where it began; 19221|And I think on those that are no more, 19221|And would have a heart for each, 19221|Whom the world hath left behind it low, 19221|In the ashes and the dust. 19221|O, would that I still in the tomb 19221|Might look back, and linger yet, 19221|Content, with what of life is past, 19221|Till that which is to be gone brings me near. 19221|For, though brief the portion allotted 19221|Of the ransomed soul, yet proportioned 19221|To the sum administered 19221|A life yet past is well worth while. 19221|How still the scene! no stir, no motion 19221|In the stillness of the noiseless world; 19221|Save the wind straying as of old, 19221|Away from the silent forest. 19221|Save when a little, wondering eye, 19221|A moment's motion and a look, 19221|Might watch the minnows dart and gleam, 19221|Near where the rushes wave and rave: 19221|--A moment's motion and a look! 19221|Yet they are gone--O weary sent-- 19221|As swiftly and silently 19221|As Phoebus leaves the constellations, 19221|He hastes away from scene to scene 19221|Into the long, dim universe. 19221|The motion and the gleam no more 19221|Sing in my fancy on the plain; 19221|The scene and the light are now no more, 19221|And far away I see them lie. 19221|For, amid the stillness of the day, 19221|Dying in nothingness asleep, 19221|The sentry fishes in the sea, 19221|And minnows cluster round the shore: 19221|They watch the fading sunbeam, and glide 19221|Adown the dismal river side. 19221|And still that scene of ruin shows 19221|Where once I see the living waters roll, 19221|And little fish dart up and down, 19221|With nothing else to do but swim. 19221|No more the shadows darken o'er the flood 19221|And lo! the sentry fishes dance again: 19221|On the green sedge the minnows shine, 19221|And the flood-tides rest and cease to run. 19221|O world so tranquil, I for one 19221|For one could dwell beneath thy still domain, 19221|And all the vain tumult of life's career 19221|Thine own sweet world should cease and cease too. 19221|I would to Him that bideth well 19221|Upon life's stormy ocean ride, 19221|And bideth with a blessing shake 19221|His radiant hands of peace around. 19221|Blessed shall be that heart of thine, 19221|Where love for mankind reigneth still, 19221|Blessed the Lord of life, that gave 19221|The gifts His hand in mercy didst bring! 19221|O Thou that all-comprehend ======================================== SAMPLE 46500 ======================================== 30235|Who is he that will not lie unblamed? 30235|Is't he the Lord? 30235|Are none but they who God created, 30235|And those to be both judge and builder, 30235|For the house of heaven he builded. 30235|But there's one in heaven--and that one is God, 30235|That made the heavens and earth, and sea, and air-- 30235|And He is good, 30235|But He has a devil, and that's that! 30235|I've tried to be a gentle giant, 30235|And to the clouds I've climbed, and past the pole; 30235|Nor yet, to-day, may I descend 30235|Into the nether world again; 30235|But a few short years, perhaps, 30235|Some hunter's, some swindler's, some rogue's, may 30235|I be, with these or with that other's. 30235|And, if thou be'st born to death, 30235|And thou may'st be, for so run, 30235|Hang me up in a mountain-cloud, 30235|For fear I tell too clearly tearfully; 30235|Or let me lie 30235|In a dark well laid along the shore, 30235|Under an ashen arch of rock; 30235|With no life in the dark well laid; 30235|But let the water-wraith 30235|Floating round about the well, 30235|Call it, the sea-swan; for it is of the sea. 30235|For thus I would it were to the fair, 30235|That my heart would be filled, the dark well cried, 30235|With love of thee, 30235|Though all things else were o'er, 30235|And I but earth, and thou the sea, 30235|With love and death between; 30235|But thou art heaven, and I am home, 30235|And thou art home, O mine own heart! 30235|And thou shalt rest, thou art my home, 30235|When the sea-swans die; 30235|And thou shalt lie, and rest, and fear no more the wild. 30235|Now it is day: and, at the open door, 30235|The child, the old man, mother, maidens come, 30235|The old man that is not old, and thou, 30235|And there's thy love, my own, my own, that's none, 30235|Unwarmed but yet unburnt on thy soul's cold fire; 30235|And I love thee for it, and not for all. 30235|But, where's the sweet sea-swan? and there thou art, 30235|Unwarmed, and, where is she? all round the place; 30235|For where is she? 30235|She dwells with all the dry shores of the sea; 30235|She has a sea-bag with thee, O my love, 30235|That holds thy heart, and my heart too for thee. 30235|For when she sleeps, for many a winter night, 30235|The winds go sighing past; and when she smiles 30235|She goes and sees her lovers in the glade, 30235|And turns and leaves them, leaving thou her place, 30235|In the dry land, where they abide all day. 30235|But, if there come a time when, hearing the tread 30235|Of man, the sea-gulls chant all day, if Spring 30235|Be there, that comes on, and with her love doth ride, 30235|O happy lover! with that love she goes. 30235|O happy lover! with that love she goes. 30235|O happy lover! with that love she goes; 30235|And if the wild white foam her cheeks do fill, 30235|Oh, happy lover! with that love she goes! 30235|If I could tell you all my love was just, 30235|And all my love is this, your worth to know; 30235|This is your love, sweet, which makes the earth rejoice, 30235|The while I pray for peace in heaven, to know. 30235|And this is love, sweet, which makes the sea rejoice, 30235|To lie upon the sands, where never ships go; 30235|To see the stars, so clear ======================================== SAMPLE 46510 ======================================== 42051|For some strange tale my mind doth hold. 42051|And a woman's voice it was, a woman's voice-- 42051|And then it ceased; and the old man sat 42051|On the seat in the doorway, while he stood 42051|Looking on the fields with eyes like stone, 42051|And a faint light of twilight glimmered in his hair, 42051|Till I spoke,--"I know of the village here, 42051|That I know, if I truly remember true, 42051|How that ancient, wandering house was built; 42051|But the years are lying dark upon it yet, 42051|And the wind stirs the foliage round it ever; 42051|And I only know that all around it blow 42051|The summer-time flowers and the autumn-flowers-- 42051|And I only know that the houses there 42051|Are built so high and slender that 42051|By day they may be seen to glitter down 42051|Into the hollows, where the wind-swept leaves 42051|Beat against the latticed windows there; 42051|But the old house stands on top of that high 42051|Crowned and lofty mountain, and its height 42051|Leaves little or no light through the grey, 42051|Silvered night, and the shadows darken round 42051|Over the village, over roofs and stones, 42051|Over the hills, and then come back again. 42051|"And once, and oh, how times have been, 42051|A man came riding down from Araby; 42051|And, riding down from Araby, a youth 42051|Came riding over to that old house here. 42051|He had a beard as white as snow, 42051|And from the forehead, white as snow; 42051|The lips of a man he kissed, 42051|And a white mouth of a man he embraced. 42051|The arms of a man they clasped, 42051|To this day they are strangers apart; 42051|But even in the eyes of a man they see 42051|A white mouth with a white beard of a man. 42051|And he sat down by the window seat, 42051|Beseeching that old friend of his, 42051|To give him a little word at parting. 42051|And the light of their eyes made it plain, 42051|And the warm words that he uttered 42051|Made the old man turn his head and weep. 42051|The boy sat alone in his chair, 42051|In the dark of the chamber, 42051|With his work upon his knees, 42051|And his white face stretched on his knee; 42051|And he said, "I shall never forgive you 42051|You who did not know, who did not see, 42051|The kind of man you would make me." 42051|And the child said, "My boy, no more-- 42051|Go out to the trees and play; 42051|I shall never see you again, 42051|Nor hear the laughter of you more; 42051|For every thought in your head, 42051|In every thought I speak, is for you." 42051|So the boy turned and went out, 42051|And the woman wept, and stilled 42051|The sighing of the boy, 42051|And the woman shuddered with horror 42051|And the chill of her horror; 42051|But she held her old hands out 42051|Beneath his head to him, 42051|And her white hand felt in his 42051|When he looked at her, and smiled. 42051|He turned and bowed to her,-- 42051|"O, I would never make you worse; 42051|But I love you and I think you are much like me; 42051|And I love you!" 42051|He went to the door and the door 42051|Was shut upon him still; 42051|And still she walked in the doorway, 42051|Unwitting of her woes. 42051|But on the window-seat, 42051|She heard the boy leave her; 42051|While in that quiet place 42051|He went,-- 42051|And she was lost. 42051|But the old man, so old, 42051|Was glad indeed to find 42051|That the ======================================== SAMPLE 46520 ======================================== 8187|Which now, the more that you have loved me, 8187|More pure, more tender, more true, has grown; 8187|And, in your new esteem for that 8187|Which once was thought so bitter and mean, 8187|Some of your old, forgotten charms 8187|Now make a new and lovelier charm, 8187|And make love a virtue, not a vice! 8187|This, at the start, 'twas my great mistake; 8187|I thought even at the moment when-- 8187|If ever one found fault with a fault-- 8187|My thought took in, and took apart, 8187|Those thousand secret faults that lie 8187|In all this bloom and fury of love! 8187|And when I found my fault at last, 8187|That which I first perceived, I own, 8187|Was but the flash of fancy; vain 8187|Are all those thousands of desires 8187|All underlined in one vain dream! 8187|But though my dream hath all been vain, 8187|And all in vain the dream may be, 8187|Still, when you think of me, you'll wish, 8187|Dear Lover, that thou shouldst love me still! 8187|The stars are shining now, and the wild-mew, 8187|Fleetest of the eagles, has just skimmed o'er 8187|The blue stream; meanwhile, on the hill side, 8187|The little lambs fast by their mothers' laps, 8187|Or sportively have nibbled o'er the earth, 8187|The red leaf lies wet on the withering bough. 8187|Oh, then, as then, we'll walk the hill, while he, 8187|While we, in solitude, will seek his nest. 8187|Come to our dwelling, sweet birds, by moonlight, 8187|Come to our hearth, the smoke of our hearth! 8187|But we, we shall not see thee, as thou 8187|Hast afar been mingled with the night. 8187|But when we meet with thee, our sweet, 8187|Our little child, and see thee only, 8187|We'll think how very kind was she, 8187|And what a wonderful and radiant spark, 8187|That was the light of thy youth, fair maid! 8187|Even now, as I sit here, in my wood, 8187|A-dream and a-list'ning to the wind, 8187|Which, blowing from those regions where Love 8187|And Joy are, once I heard, like light 8187|Throbbing thro' the trees, and brought unto thee, 8187|I hear thee say this melancholy line :-- 8187|"The eyes of a lass are fairer, 8187|But the eyes of a lover are brighter." 8187|When, to the touch of these golden twilights, 8187|Larks come soaring thro' thy still, still glen. 8187|And, when the evening's breath, coming thro' 8187|The branches of these wild trees, hath stirred 8187|The breath of thy moss-grown cottage-hearth, 8187|It seems to me Love, from all these cares, 8187|Hath stolen to sing above the earth. 8187|The leaves of the wild summer-time 8187|Come laden with a sweet perfume,-- 8187|They turn to a halo, as they pass, 8187|And to bow down before anigh. 8187|The leaves of the wild wintertime 8187|Are like some lovely sisters, 8187|Who with a brotherhood of joy, 8187|And tenderness, meet side by side:-- 8187|One, two, three, she's blest to look on them; 8187|And they're blest to be a part of them. 8187|Ah, little brook, in that lonely place, 8187|When thou art silent, and thou art mute, 8187|The brook sits musing 'neath his mossy nest; 8187|Weary, half wilted, he, the child, must go. 8187|Ah, little brook, with those gentle skies, 8187|What dost thou suffer, in the long, long night? 8187|What wert thou doing, in a place so wild, 8187 ======================================== SAMPLE 46530 ======================================== 29345|Where the wooded hills arise, 29345|Or the water-fronts away, 29345|Winding away to the west. 29345|I will lie and wait for you! 29345|I, who walk like a lonely star 29345|In a desert night; 29345|Who am all alone 29345|And for whom the world is new, 29345|And who stand, unafraid, 29345|And look toward the farther west. 29345|But here, on this stone-battered floor, 29345|I may die and not meet you. 29345|For I never saw 29345|Any other face nor place 29345|So far from where I'm at, 29345|I never heard any sounds 29345|Save his steady drum, 29345|And his low voice that's hard to hear, 29345|And his broken words in rhyme. 29345|I know there's nothing wild nor strange 29345|In this stone-built house, 29345|No old, old woman, old, old lady, 29345|Crying for her children still; 29345|I know there's nothing weird nor rare 29345|That's left in this proud house 29345|Under the moon to-night, 29345|Nothing that's odd, nothing that's strange 29345|In this house that stands alone. 29345|We sit on the stone steps above the door! 29345|The wood-bird calls above the grass below. 29345|Now, here's my little petunia, 29345|My little petunia dear, 29345|Here's a tiny flower that I found; 29345|It's yours! 29345|My little petunia, 29345|I'll tell you a story yet, 29345|And just as it's sweet you'll come, 29345|And I'll bring tea. 29345|The rose-petal! 29345|The leaf-fly's wing, 29345|Flapping with sudden speed at the frosting, 29345|I knew just where it could be, 29345|And just as the summer days were drawing, 29345|I heard a song: 29345|A rustling, and a voice that sang, 29345|A long, long song; and just as I was getting 29345|The words together, the music broke: 29345|A singing and a falling mist, 29345|And you were past your summer glory, 29345|And I remember where there lay 29345|My little petunia, dead to summer, 29345|As sweet as I. 29345|Oh, the old clock! 29345|Its eyes are shut; its face is white, 29345|I hear it never more. 29345|It's been a moment since I saw you first, 29345|A moment and a change of years, 29345|Though now so fair you'd think that I could trace 29345|Something soft within the face. 29345|No; for since I am grown so wise 29345|And knowing, if something lovely befell, 29345|I can look over the wall, 29345|And with a new delight, 29345|Look in through that casement, through that pane 29345|Upon your mother's face. 29345|For I have gazed upon your eyes 29345|And known the joy of soft, sweet sighs; 29345|I am a better man than you 29345|Because I look now in your face. 29345|I look, and look in vain. 29345|I do not see at all 29345|Any face, I cannot find what makes us gay; 29345|But every face is bright 29345|With something that I know is not so strange as you. 29345|And so I know 29345|I shall forget that you have died 29345|Just as I might have forgot years ago. 29345|But when I come to remember, 29345|When I look with my eyes 29345|Through that casement, through that pane 29345|Upon the face so sweet, 29345|I can still find the tears upon your face. 29345|The old clock goes a mile an hour 29345|And does not turn, 29345|It keeps itself still 29345|In the center of the clock. 29345|It keeps itself there, too, 29345|But no one knows 29345|Whether the hours are true ======================================== SAMPLE 46540 ======================================== 1021|Thy silent moon-souled way. 1021|The sun is dying, 1021|But I 1021|Hold my fingers 1021|And look out of the mist 1021|As I leave the land of moon and mist 1021|To the strange land of the sun. 1021|The shadows are falling 1021|And the air 1021|Is thin and heavy 1021|With the weight of the night. 1021|The moon is shining 1021|And the stars 1021|Come out with me 1021|To gaze once again about some dreamland 1021|Of the old-time dreams that burned in me. 1021|When I was twelve 1021|And lived for a year in a little house by the sea 1021|I saw the ship and I heard the breakers roar, 1021|And a windy cloud went sailing over its billows. 1021|On the shore of the sea a little boy 1021|Made me a pretty picture on card-- 1021|A sailing little boy with a smile on his sleepy face. 1021|But now, when I'm thirty, I'm a sailor grown. 1021|My life is a mess, my arm is a sling, 1021|My boat is a gimlet-cobber, and I've to sail by night. 1021|All night at night I sit with my old mate 1021|Sailing round by night. 1021|He says he can show me 1021|The way to sail by day. 1021|Sail out of the night, sail out of the night, 1021|Or sail in the morning, sail out of the night. 1021|Sail in the morning, sail out of the night! 1021|Or watch the waters roll; 1021|Till the sunrise grows red in the sky with gold in the morning 1021|And night is like a little child 1021|Laughing and singing. 1021|Swing, swing, sail, swing, my little red sail! 1021|All the night at night. 1021|One is away 1021|Till the other comes; 1021|Then the night will know 1021|If his foot is on the land or on the water. 1021|The little men, the pirates, 1021|They are the heroes of the story 1021|But the dream is not for them, 1021|The way of the sea is for me-- 1021|But of the sailor too. 1021|The sea is all a-quiver 1021|Warm with the glow and the light of the sea. 1021|There are seven little ships 1021|Gathered round the prow, 1021|Seven little ships of scarlet and gold, 1021|Waved above the wind and the waves. 1021|One is on shore to watch and pray 1021|And one is in her bower 1021|Where the sea-birds are singing 1021|Over the wave for ever. 1021|Hark! Listen, the wind is blowing 1021|Songs of the sea on the blue ocean. 1021|In the dusky green-green of the trees, 1021|Dull and beautiful and bright is noon. 1021|Sighing and soft, coolness falls between 1021|The leaves and darkness--like a shroud 1021|The earth lies overspread. 1021|Listen, the wind is blowing 1021|Songs of the sea on the blue ocean. 1021|In a valley, where the clouds are flecked 1021|With golden stars, pale and lonely are the hours. 1021|Sighing and quiet, faint and low, 1021|In a hollow, by its roots is buried sleep. 1021|Listen, the wind is blowing 1021|Songs of the sea on the blue ocean. 1021|In a deep dark mountain-glen, the white tide 1021|Touches the roots of shadows, far below, that sleep. 1021|Listen, the wind is blowing 1021|Songs of the sea on the blue ocean. 1021|In the sunset, by a shining sea, 1021|The earth looks in the waves and longs to see 1021|The little ships, the ships of dreams. 1021|Listen, the wind is blowing 1021|Songs of the sea on the blue ocean. 1021|Over the ======================================== SAMPLE 46550 ======================================== 1287|I shall not be of a mind, 1287|Thou know'st how the maiden is, 1287|How the maiden's bosom glows 1287|With tenderness and joy! 1287|In her arms doth lie of late 1287|The infant, lying now 1287|In the mother's arms, and yet 1287|Yet unbefal'd! 1287|Yet a heart has oft seemed there, 1287|One still for love has fled, 1287|One still to sorrow made, 1287|Whom she could not comfort, 1287|Whom she could not comfort. 1287|Hath not nature been kind 1287|To create for me such a one? 1287|And hath not passion then 1287|Set the longing in her breast, 1287|Made her heart to burn? 1287|Hath she no power in time, 1287|When my griefs are old and gone, 1287|When my days are much o'erpast? 1287|Then her youth again it makes! 1287|Then her youth again it makes! 1287|O Thou, the only true, 1287|Be thou to our sorrows kind! 1287|Be thou to our sorrows kind! 1287|Be thou to our sorrows kind! 1287|Be thou to our sorrows kind! 1287|My father's name is called "John," 1287|My name is "Rose-White," too; 1287|No maiden fairer I've seen, 1287|Though flowers in Paradise grow. 1287|I would go back to my home, 1287|Forth to my father's mansion, 1287|To my father's name in turn. 1287|He would hear me thus beseeching, 1287|He'd hear me thus beseeching. 1287|If in my ears his voice I choose, 1287|To his house I never go. 1287|I would go back to my home 1287|Right gladly, I'll tell him so; 1287|I'll tell him thus beseeching, 1287|I'll tell him thus beseeching. 1287|And I'll go to the forest's edge, 1287|And I'll walk in the forest green 1287|By the lake beside the billow, 1287|If in my ear his voice I choose, 1287|To his house I never go. 1287|I would go back to my home 1287|Where I'd found him first of all; 1287|If I knew he'd think of me, 1287|I'd say, "Behold, my Father is kind!" 1287|I'd say, "Behold, this is fatherly playing!" 1287|If I knew he'd think of me, 1287|I'd say, "This is mother's first appearing." 1287|I know not, I knew not, 1287|To my heart's depth I know not, 1287|I knew not thy glance's ray 1287|It came down to me then, 1287|And I'm fonder of thee yet, O bright heart! 1287|'Tis time I should tell you this, 1287|It's time I should tell you this. 1287|I've not had the pleasure yet 1287|Of seeing what thou'rt about; 1287|I've not had the pleasure yet 1287|To talk with thee fully known. 1287|I have come to this spot 1287|In my foolish fancy, 1287|And the first sight that met my eyes, 1287|Was the form of my dear one's face. 1287|The very first touch I felt, 1287|That light touch and sweet, 1287|Like a light breeze of summer blowing 1287|Through the flower-beds far and near. 1287|For the first time I knew her: 1287|My soul was as yet low. 1287|Oh, then, I loved her, no less, 1287|Than when our days began; 1287|And though I no longer have 1287|The power to own my bliss, 1287|Yet to love and to love am ever 1287|My chief delight, my lord! 1287|My heart with rapture overflows, 1287|I feel the bond as being blown, 1287|'Tis heaven to clasp her near! ======================================== SAMPLE 46560 ======================================== 7391|And the white clover blossoms green and sweet, 7391|And the sunbeams flash across the snow, 7391|And the red-bird chants, to his mate above, 7391|The sweetest song the heart can hold! 7391|And the springtime's promise comes apace 7391|And the garden blooms in green and gold, 7391|And the birds, on every dimpled lea, 7391|Sing out "Oh, for the lark!" in glee. 7391|All of nature smiles to tell you so, 7391|You see, but _you_ cannot see her truth,-- 7391|For the stars that sometimes smile on you 7391|Are not gazers like the birds of light; 7391|And the birds of heaven are not grieved 7391|By your sunshine, for they think it true; 7391|And the stars that sometimes shine on you 7391|Seem as happy as a happy child! 7391|How sweet the birds in all their order 7391|Sing on the breeze the song you sing; 7391|How sweet each singing voice is mingled 7391|With some glad hymn the breeze lends out! 7391|How sweet the white bird's melody 7391|Sounds in the clear, immaculate sky; 7391|How soft the silver notes of morning 7391|Trip with the music the day away. 7391|How soft your hearts shall be at parting, 7391|As we depart for the world of light, 7391|And shall feel the gladness of love 7391|As we pass thro' the worlds of noon and dew 7391|And join the world's glad song with theirs. 7391|But _you_, too tender hearted child 7391|Who cannot think of all creation 7391|As one vast whole, must still be filled 7391|With "Oh, for the lark!" on wings of song.-- 7391|If I heard the bird, or if I heard 7391|The rush of the summer breeze 7391|Blowing my cot, I said, "A happy day!" 7391|But when my cot was in the garden fair 7391|And I knew the song,--what a sad, sad day! 7391|No bird's note through the trees flew over my face, 7391|No wind blast down the grass told me, "Come away!" 7391|Or stirred the tender, summer grass,--but I read 7391|That I was happy, and they thought I was gay. 7391|As in the days when she was here before 7391|Their eyes could see no thing but the happy eyes, 7391|So all in vain did I seek comfort in them, 7391|Though I beheld the sun that I loved shine sweet,-- 7391|For they would see the sunset to-day,--and they died. 7391|How beautiful is Nature! what a sky! 7391|How green the meadows, and how blue the skies! 7391|How soft the grass beside the water's edge, 7391|Where no one comes and stares. 7391|How cool and still the groves, the hills, the plains, 7391|As you, my pretty girl, might wander through. 7391|But if to see the sun and breeze and trees 7391|Was what my girlhood wished, yea! then I know 7391|Her smile, her smile would always be too weak-- 7391|I will not say I'm proud, my dearie fair! 7391|Oh! my girl's heart's a light of golden skies, 7391|I want to sing with her there. 7391|"_Her_ heart's a leaf that in the summer breeze 7391|Blooms and smiles, no doubt! and yet I'm sad 7391|To think how soon I'd rather feel her breeze, 7391|Her smiling sun, than know my girlhood's gone! 7391|Why, it's sad, no doubt, to love, and yet I'll dare 7391|To say it's better like in olden days 7391|No lover yet could match her sun or wind! 7391|"Dear me, the past! how lovely was my girlhood's time! 7391|When I could sing and have my way, to-day-- 7391|The world's a lonely place now as I see, 7391|Though all alive in every song and tear ======================================== SAMPLE 46570 ======================================== 26785|Wrote her a prayer, like a soldier praying, 26785|And the voice of God was in her voice,-- 26785|Wailing the night and the wrong, 26785|Wailing the wrongs, and the wrongs, and the wrongs, 26785|In a hand so lovely and so still 26785|That it might have clothed her breast; 26785|All the grief of her heart could not hold 26785|Its own in its taking the pen 26785|Which might not speak the sorrow of her, 26785|Nor her heart break in crying. 26785|But the little voice spoke plain by name,-- 26785|"I know you are there, dear heart," 26785|And--like a lily blown to the west,-- 26785|All the sadness went, like a petals, 26785|Out of, and over her, and over 26785|Love, and the tears and the pain, 26785|Out of her eyes and out of her smile. 26785|And her hand fell as in the wintry blast 26785|For them with hands like reeds that shake 26785|Till the blood is in their frozen veins; 26785|And she sighed as she bent and pressed 26785|Her brow to his, and looked down as through tears 26785|Into the eyes that once beamed on her 26785|In the far-off days before: 26785|While his hand lay soft on her hair 26785|And pressed her lips, and he knew not how 26785|But--oh, it seemed she was a woman! 26785|And he took her to his knees and strove, 26785|Clung to her, kissed the lips, and felt 26785|All the joy of life in all his veins 26785|Gush and burst and swim and thrill,-- 26785|Gulped at her inmost heart with kisses 26785|And her soul--she only! she was a woman 26785|In the far-off days before, 26785|And her blood and blood's sweet flow-- 26785|It was all in each small tremulous throb 26785|Of her life's last tide that fell 26785|Out of her heart and clung at last to him 26785|Out of him, in the days of hope,-- 26785|But this time his hand drew down her veil 26785|Out of the eyes and lips, her soul! 26785|O little fingers, white like snow, 26785|Wrapped in your tangled snow, 26785|And wrapped in thy drifting snow! 26785|O little feet from out the dark 26785|That trod my chair, and trod my heart, 26785|Are the snowflakes falling still? 26785|The deep, deep snow, I know, 26785|That falls and flickers white and white. 26785|O heart of mine in the depths of night, 26785|What darkness licks the sky of chill! 26785|Come on, dear feet, 26785|Come with your white white feet! 26785|Where has the hand that fiddled, 26785|And tabbied, and played, and played, 26785|Come, white foot, white foot! 26785|Where has the face so innocent 26785|That knew when to laugh or to cry, 26785|Come, sweet feet, come with your heart of snow 26785|That, like a flower, blurs the light! 26785|Come, white foot, white foot! 26785|I would the frost-wind blew in fields of gold, 26785|The moon would stand on all the water's face, 26785|The wan sun draw in his golden bow, 26785|And fling his fire into the golden streams. 26785|Ah, but my heart is cold, with restless pain 26785|That craves for her love so long, she never knows. 26785|I would the frost-wind might change my love to pain, 26785|With its own longing, and the bitter cold. 26785|I would the sun strike out and shatter the tree 26785|That stands by that window where you sing and play; 26785|I would the wind strike out, with sudden shock, 26785|The song that fills the room with silence deep, 26785|And sweep away, as it were, the bright flowers that shine 26785|Upon your feet and fill your eyes with dew; ======================================== SAMPLE 46580 ======================================== 937|Breathed out of the sun's heart, as a soul 937|In a great ocean bursts a cage. 937|And the wave that ran along the shore, 937|And the wind that swept on the gulf, 937|All went up and down the sea -- 937|A great wind that's blowing at last! 937|And the ship with feet and beam, 937|And the crew with eyes and hand, 937|And I heard the great tide moan and roar, 937|And the strong tide break and roar; 937|And the ship was still -- but I knew 937|That I heard the great tide moan and roar, 937|For the voice of the wave was hushed -- 937|A little whisper there floated by, 937|"Why did God give us toil? 937|Why did God give us rest?" 937|And the boat rocked onward to its birth -- 937|A mighty wave that's borne through air -- 937|A mighty wave that's borne through air; 937|And the ship grew light and strong through night -- 937|Light and strong through night -- 937|A little light and rest, a little rest, 937|As the waves beat on her side. 937|My soul would pray that Her 937|Had never been; 937|Then where a maiden might be 937|I knew. 937|And no more from her would be 937|Any strife -- 937|But -- still the heart of men 937|Must fight. 937|There is a sea-shore on the shore 937|From which the tide flows out; 937|Where the sea wind wakes the tide, 937|With the sea-wind at our sides. 937|There is a sea-side by the shore, 937|Where the surf is white, 937|And the sea winds' songs are sweet 937|With the ocean's song. 937|There is a hill, the dearest, 937|Where I'd fain behold 937|The lovely lady of my dream, 937|And know. 937|Oh, I would sing as I was flung 937|Upon the winds -- 937|In a wave of song might stray 937|By the sea-side's side; 937|While the waves came riding high 937|And singing low, 937|And the sea-birds were at rest, 937|And the sea-birds were at rest. 937|With his feet as in a dance, 937|The sailor's face as one awest, 937|A child comes flying out to play where the ships are. 937|A child comes flying out to play -- 937|Ah! what can I but be glad: 937|I see Him in a thousand flowers in the spring -- 937|A thousand flowers in the spring! 937|I see Him on the summer wind -- 937|A thousand clouds in heaven at rest: 937|I see His name, in all His glory and might -- 937|I see His face -- I see His face! 937|I see His face, in all the glory and might -- 937|I see His touch -- I feel his wing; 937|I see His hand as in a golden shower -- 937|I feel His hand -- I feel His hand! 937|I see Him all and all, in my heart's deep content, 937|I see Him all and all, -- 937|The heart was never in the sea, 937|The sea was never out to sea, 937|The heart was never in the heart! 937|Oh! a strange, strange voice was that calling to me, 937|And I had never heard it before. 937|I thought 'twas a man's voice, and 'twas a woman's voice, 937|And I could understand it not. 937|The sea was singing in its summer sleep 937|To me alone 'neath the noon on high. 937|Oh! I was far from home for weeks and weeks; 937|Oh! I was far from home by day and night. 937|And I thought, 'Twill never bring again that voice! 937|And I was wrong I know, and bitter -- bitter -- bitter! 937|And I wandered in a ======================================== SAMPLE 46590 ======================================== 35402|The earth shall be a-blaze, 35402|The sun shall break forth radiant and grow great 35402|And all the rivers fly, 35402|And all the winds grow hoarse with music and sighs, 35402|All the waters gush forth milk and wine and bread, 35402|All the flowers make moan through all the woods and streams. 35402|All the winds are angry and full of sighs, 35402|All the trees make moan under the eaves of men; 35402|The rain cries out and is mad with love and fear. 35402|All the birds sing out of the purple air, 35402|And the windy things sing on the river-ways, 35402|Making moan at the night-rope, and sighing 35402|Till their lips are made of music and fire. 35402|A great wind-song is heard and hushed, 35402|The great winds are kind, and all the rivers flow; 35402|And all the flowers of the woods and waters flow, 35402|As the great streams flow under the suns and skies. 35402|When all the flowers and birds and waters flow 35402|And all the winds grow angry and sad 35402|With hatred and anger and moan and pain, 35402|There comes a man-wind from the west of heaven, 35402|A man-song for a woman, a man-wind that must blow; 35402|And she that is born must die and must be white 35402|As snowfall after frost and snowfall that melts, 35402|As sleep before dream, as death before sleep. 35402|One comes with him, a little white songless man, 35402|All the flower-time of the heart before sleep; 35402|And he will go to the end and the old song play 35402|With a song far off and soft and low in tune. 35402|I know a little garden-place 35402|Where grass shall never grow or fruit-tree spring 35402|Or golden sun by any fountain fed, 35402|But sad sun-walks by dead men left. 35402|There grey-eyed God lies in a manger, 35402|With flowers of wan blue frailly gold 35402|And blue-eyed God with flowers of wan blue grain; 35402|There shepherds lie with flecks of gold 35402|About them in the blue hills far away 35402|By green-girded grass and gardens green. 35402|There in a manger stands a little old man 35402|For fear the while of the new moon's sight; 35402|And God is in a manger by his side, 35402|And God is standing by His side. 35402|I cannot find the word for these 35402|A word for the sound of the spring-birds' twitter, 35402|The word to make a little maid's heart glad, 35402|The word to speak from the dark of my years 35402|To my young life's uttermost yearning; 35402|For the old spring is dead of my tears 35402|When shepherds lie with flecks of blue 35402|About them in the blue hills far away 35402|By green-girded grass and gardens green. 35402|A wind arose in the dawn, and the wind arose in the day, 35402|And the great clouds were shaken and the winds were broken. 35402|And I knew that a wind arose in the morning 35402|And the wind arose in the day for the love of my sake, 35402|And I knew that the wind arose in the evening 35402|And shook and cried and a-wakened on all the hills 35402|When I walked with sorrowing thoughts as the day broke; 35402|And I asked the sun, and the wind arose in the west 35402|And asked it to say what the wind had been, 35402|And to bide before me and hold high my cup. 35402|He spoke out loud, 35402|"O, you came in the morn 35402|Of a day that was joyous and glad to-day. 35402|You are come at my desire, 35402|My queen of all my flowers, 35402|And with you was the morning light. 35402|"My little sweetheart, 35402|The wind is a great friend to a woman: 35402|It comes and speaks to her, ======================================== SAMPLE 46600 ======================================== 42052|And her words seem to have no end. 42052|For they move so slow 42052|She hardly knows 42052|If life was ever fair. 42052|But, as the dawn grows late at night, 42052|As the dawn rises slow and grey, 42052|So does she know 42052|The hour of truth, the truth, is nigh, 42052|And a day is born. 42052|And he goes back once more. 42052|He comes, he goes, 42052|And the end draws nigh 42052|Of love for her that he knew. 42052|A low wind sighing 42052|On the wave, and the dawn, 42052|That was born to make the blue 42052|Of the mist and the sea, 42052|Comes, as the wind and the sea 42052|Come, together, together, 42052|From many hills and plains 42052|In many valleys 42052|Where the sea is stirred 42052|By the song of the waves 42052|And the song of the sea. 42052|A low wind sighing 42052|On the wave, and the dawn, 42052|The light that is born 42052|Is born with the day, 42052|And a day with its sun 42052|Dreaming is dream, 42052|And the dream of the sea 42052|Dreaming is dream, 42052|And the dream of the sea. 42052|The light with its sun 42052|Dreaming is dream, 42052|The dreams of the waves 42052|And the dreams of the sea 42052|Dream, and as they dream 42052|The dreams of the earth 42052|Dream, and as they dream 42052|The dreams of the sea. 42052|The dream of the waves 42052|Dream, and as they dream 42052|The dreams of the sea 42052|Dream, and are they dreams 42052|Of the wave, or the rock? 42052|Dream, and are they dreams 42052|Of the wave, or the rock? 42052|The night with all its stars, 42052|Dream, a-dream as it lies 42052|With eyes half-closed, half-opened, 42052|Of dreams not far off, not far off-- 42052|Dreams of the sea. 42052|The sleep of the sea, 42052|Dreaming is dream, 42052|The dream of the sun 42052|Dreaming is dream, 42052|The dreams of the earth 42052|Dream, and are they dreams 42052|Of the wave, or the rock? 42052|Dream, and are they dreams 42052|Of the wave, or the sea? 42052|The day of the sun 42052|Dreaming is dream, 42052|The dreams of the night 42052|Dream, and are they dreams 42052|Of the night, or the sky? 42052|Dream, and have they dreams 42052|Of the night, or the star? 42052|Night, with her stars, 42052|And her night air, 42052|And her moon to lead 42052|The night, with her light; 42052|And her sea to keep 42052|Close all night long 42052|All silent, and vast 42052|Above the night 42052|Dream, and are they dreams 42052|Of the night, or the sky? 42052|The night with her nights, 42052|And her starry nights, 42052|And her moon-moon's beams 42052|And the deep black night 42052|That holds them all; 42052|And her moon that sends 42052|Her moonlight light 42052|Through space and air 42052|Back to the stars, 42052|The night that holds them fast; 42052|And her sea that waits 42052|And watches all, 42052|And her night to rear 42052|From the deep night 42052|The moon-mountains high, 42052|And lift the waters black 42052|That rise in the sky. 42052|Of dreams that do abide 42052|In that deep night, 42052|That's the night with her moons, 42052|And her starry nights, 42052|And her moon-mountains high, 42052|And lift the waters ======================================== SAMPLE 46610 ======================================== 8187|And so, when all these are laid within thy lap, 8187|My own, my only child, shall be the guest, 8187|To share all that thou wilt,--my own, my only child. 8187|And, what I loved so much and still remember, 8187|When first the sun has kissed, 8187|Is that I see it shining still, in every heart, 8187|The picture of the past; 8187|That I remember I have been blessed to see it, 8187|Ere I forget the bliss too deep for pain. 8187|What else? Ah, father, you know, 8187|The heart of man is filled of other things: 8187|He has a mind, which in its wildest moods, 8187|And in its stormiest sunniest starlight, 8187|Is fickle as the wind in autumn, 8187|Or fickle stars in afternoon: 8187|His very thoughts are fickle; 8187|And yet, like all the world before him, he sees them 8187|All as they seem, which he finds what seems true. 8187|And when a tale to him seems drifting, 8187|Or nature seeming falsest; 8187|He is not half so sure of her appearances 8187|As to rest his faith on all things female. 8187|I know a youth, whose eyes 8187|With the first sight of heaven are glowing, 8187|Who, now that skies are duller, 8187|Has put on the purple of heaven, 8187|With every gleam of glory 8187|Thrilling him in heart and head. 8187|The Sun, whose beams 8187|All shine with radiance like his own, 8187|Pours forth his glory and light 8187|From every window in his realm of blue; 8187|And yet--how little knows he 8187|Whether o'er his brows 8187|And mountains, from the eastern sky, 8187|The Moon, as through the lattice blue, 8187|Beams down upon his head! 8187|Or whether, as he turns 8187|His radiant prow, 8187|A star, or globe--oh! many, many a time-- 8187|Has brightent him in dreams, 8187|As if the scene were from that glorious sphere, 8187|And from that smile, of which but seldom he hears 8187|One half, one full, one passing half, 8187|But half in one while! The winds that waft 8187|His scent along the seas and mountains, 8187|Are not a few, some strange and subtle things, 8187|To keep him bound in every night and morn 8187|Bless for long days by his pure and pure! 8187|And, from the very first, till he's gone, 8187|In which, or how, or where seen, he knows not, 8187|The same is true of every other thing 8187|He meets and knows, not he himself but him; 8187|For, with the first-begotten, he can tell 8187|Who's the eldest child of earth:-- 8187|His birth-day not the fourth, 8187|Nor twenty-two, but just a wee thing; 8187|His wedding not the twelfth, 8187|But just the seventeenth, 8187|Nor eighty-one, but just a wee one! 8187|If one or two of his daughters are grown 8187|To woman, pretty pets at that, 8187|And they themselves are wives and mothers, 8187|'Twill be some day, father, you'll think of him; 8187|When a' the boys are out of joint and o'er 8187|The wains are snugly housed by the tails, 8187|He's as sic a man as is ever was; 8187|For, just as your own heart, 8187|And your own mouth, and your own mouth are, 8187|So are all his limbs, 8187|All his little hands, his little hands, 8187|Washed up clean with a single kiss of yours! 8187|And who so glad as he 8187|When, at last, we sleep 8187|When the clock ticks-- 8187|When the day of rest has come at last-- 8187|On that night last ======================================== SAMPLE 46620 ======================================== 42058|Houses in the hills I've known, 42058|'I've seen your house as blue as the skies, 42058|"Yes, with its windows wide and clear, 42058|It might have borne the praise of 42058|"For the roofs and the chimneys were good, 42058|But the cornices were _only_ fair, 42058|"And the houses are in bad plight. 42058|"Well, you can't say the roads are bad 42058|Nor the houses can boast of 42058|"_Good_ houses, and good roads, and trees, 42058|And the trees for to fear, 42058|"And the cornices, with all their flowers, 42058|And the flowers for to prize, 42058|"There's little to trouble my mind 42058|Where the flowers and houses are meet. 42058|"And I've told you a story so true, 42058|A story I've been meaning to sing 42058|"Till my last day's gone, 42058|"Which is that, sweet maid, is that, 42058|And I'm yours to tell," 42058|And one long look of love she cast on me, 42058|And I answered, "Yes, it is _that_, O mine!" 42058|O thou of whom I oft have dream'd! 42058|In thy quiet pastures low, 42058|Amid the shade of thy stately forests, 42058|Where the night-hawk stoops to spy, 42058|There she is safe, but thou art here-- 42058|Thy gentle heart is light, 42058|And thy steps are light to the ways of men, 42058|That lead not away from thee! 42058|Though the wintry wind should moan, 42058|And tear from off thy snowy neck 42058|The winter's rusted mail; 42058|Though a wild sea roll between 42058|And the land that is thee and me; 42058|Though a world-wide horror should break 42058|Over these hands in sleep, 42058|And these eyes that have fed so well, 42058|And our poor souls' tranquil ease;-- 42058|Yet, though my dreams are all in vain, 42058|Thy cold hand still is warm, 42058|Though thy wounds are all unknown, 42058|And thy griefs, O God, are hid-- 42058|But thou wilt give back my heart! 42058|What though to-night, when I awake, 42058|Thou wilt lean by my pale bed, 42058|And not tell me a prayer for me, 42058|To keep it all-in-hand; 42058|Though a part of my little song 42058|Hang on the empty air, 42058|To beat with a prayer for thee, 42058|O God of all the Lord! 42058|I would I might return, again, to that place, 42058|And look on thee--the calm blue sky above, 42058|And the fair blue sea below! 42058|So soon--so soon must I go back o'er the troubled sea, 42058|To the calm blue sky of thy smile no more to see; 42058|So soon must I go back and dwell in sorrow--sorrow 42058|That my soul's in sorrow ever since that sorrow past! 42058|O God! will my heart grow calm, and calm will my soul, 42058|Till at last I know that Thou art the All-sufficient Friend? 42058|How much, in sooth, is my troubled heart, I know not, 42058|E'er so much as that long way 'twill take me to yonder shore, 42058|But the wind that blew that day, and the sea that was so rough, 42058|And the rough sea winds, how they vex me! how they vex me! 42058|And the angry waves that rage between--woe is me, woe is me 42058|That my soul must ever haunt that anxious, lonely shore! 42058|And the waves of the storm that gleam and hiss 'gainst the rocks below, 42058|Where in deepest anguish I groan 'neath the naked sky; 42058|And the rocks and the deep, so high they look where the clouds are 42058|sweeping over the sea; 42058|And the heavens above, like the soul of ======================================== SAMPLE 46630 ======================================== 2732|A man who had lived up 2732|A long life's day, 2732|And felt as it were 2732|The pulse of the world. 2732|He had put off both 2732|From his own life, 2732|And was sitting quite 2732|In his chair of fame. 2732|He had got on so perfectly, 2732|That it seemed quite ridiculous, 2732|And not very pleasant, 2732|To go, for a change, 2732|Away from his chair. 2732|The ladies that went with him, 2732|And that of the ladies that he knew, 2732|Would talk in his ear 2732|Of his past glory: 2732|And his wife would say 2732|Tidings of him bad, 2732|And the girls of his wife, 2732|The darlings of the town. 2732|This is a tale I have heard before 2732|Of a man that's come to a rotten end. 2732|Of a woman the world might well know, 2732|Who lived in a house by the sea, 2732|Of a woman who died at the age of ninety, 2732|And who died of a broken heart. 2732|(Written for the first time.) 2732|In the room that is never dark, 2732|No light comes, 2732|By the wall, 2732|And the window is white, 2732|And the walls are high 2732|And the lights are so blue, 2732|And the air is soft. 2732|No one ever comes in 2732|But the night wind, 2732|That brings drowsy dreams 2732|Of dreams long gone by. 2732|The ceiling's blue and still, 2732|The walls are white and high: 2732|No one can pass beyond 2732|But the little maidens-- 2732|Ages eleven, eleven, 2732|That are sitting on the floor-- 2732|Of the age that is passing on 2732|In the silent years; 2732|And the oldest one laughs, 2732|And weeps in her despair. 2732|"You may turn the blind high, 2732|You may sit silent in the hall, 2732|You may go to sleep alone; 2732|But we must play soon or late, 2732|When the sun rises high, 2732|Or the night winds low, 2732|Or the stars are red, 2732|In the silent years." 2732|In the room with barred windows, 2732|By the wall, 2732|In the dark blue gloom, 2732|There's a child lies sleeping, 2732|And no one cries and fusses, 2732|In the silent years. 2732|He sees nothing that he can do, 2732|In the room with barred windows, 2732|In the dark blue gloom; 2732|The blind is shut against the windows, 2732|And the window-panes are blue; 2732|He hears no moaning or lamenting, 2732|And no one comes or goes in and out, 2732|In the room with barred windows, 2732|In the dark blue gloom. 2732|The child is very tired; 2732|He smiles for joy, 2732|And he tries to hide his joy 2732|Where the windows blot it out, 2732|In the room with barred windows, 2732|By the wall, 2732|But he sees them very clearly 2732|In the room with barred windows, 2732|In the dark blue gloom. 2732|He turns the page, to read it over; 2732|He sighs; he sighs. 2732|Then he sighs again; 2732|And the book's on the table; 2732|And he thinks a while 2732|Of the day and how it was, 2732|And how he was pleased with her; 2732|For he feels now it's all right-- 2732|He's got at least to do 2732|What he used to do, 2732|And he'll get married when he's wealthy 2732|In the room with barred windows, 2732|By the wall, 2732|And the window is blue. 2732|A little boy was dancing here, 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 46640 ======================================== 13649|Who is it loves a mouse? 13649|The poor old mouse. 13649|How sweet it would be to lie 13649|By the cottage chimney-corner, 13649|While the fire was kindling low, 13649|And the welcome glow-worm winked 13649|From the bulrush's dark and narrow 13649|Slide of brown water, 13649|And the crack of tinman's wheels 13649|Gleamed through the tawny sky! 13649|But it can't be so, no, no; 13649|It can't be so, no, no. 13649|'Tis a pretty sight to see 13649|The fire at times light up 13649|The dusky tangle of the wold 13649|So quiet night through 13649|And the quiet night through, 13649|To watch by the pebbly pool 13649|The stream go sailing by. 13649|The moon shines fair and big, 13649|The sky is clear and blue; 13649|And there's never a cloud to frighten 13649|The sleepy faces of the birds . . . 13649|But they all sing the day is sweet 13649|And the blink of an eye to see, 13649|And a kiss can tell if the day's over 13649|After the blink,--you see! 13649|There ain't no stars in the sky, 13649|And there ain't no flowers to see, 13649|When the rain comes and the rain comes 13649|And the butterflies come home; 13649|And it's dark upstairs and rough, 13649|And the blinds are drawn and the curtains drawn, 13649|And the lamp's lashing in the dark; 13649|So you better be silent and listen, 13649|Lovers all, to hear! 13649|The little boys that run about, 13649|With their bows on their shoulders and their arrows on their heads, 13649|With their breath made of lead and their arrows made of brass; 13649|You may shoot them, if you like, through town, down the street, 13649|Or if they count it their business to break windows down; 13649|In their country-game they never miss, nor sting 13649|Any tree that's in a thick bush; 13649|But they never ever manage to shoot up a single peck, 13649|But they never ever manage to set fire to a house. 13649|They never ever shoot at a city, nor shoot down a river; 13649|In their country-game they never miss, nor sting 13649|Any weasel that's in a pool. 13649|All that the little boys want, I can't say; 13649|I'd like to know, perhaps,--but I never can happen. 13649|At your service they never miss, nor break windows down, 13649|Nor at the house-back never get a drop behind they spout. 13649|If you want a shot at them, just drive a bit beyond their 13649|But they never manage to get the fish to take bait. 13649|But they do not shoot at any trees, and they never manage to 13649|"Oh You've Got to Learn It!" said the boy behind the stove, 13649|And the fire behind it roared, like a volcanic flame: 13649|Or the little little fire that creamed the whole wood, 13649|Or the child who was at the fire behind the stove, 13649|Who was learning on his knee! 13649|"Oh You've Got to Learn It!" was the earnest red face, 13649|And the blue eyes' quick fire, of the little boy, 13649|And I think he said it, when he sat down in the chair, 13649|"For I never knew before the things that I've got to do 13649|Before I started, by and by, on an Institute course." 13649|Then he saw underneath the bedclothes on the floor 13649|Stands the fountain in the village of Danbury town, 13649|And the statues of Old Danbury and the walls, 13649|And the houses of the Institute of Crosses. 13649|And he thought of the little fishes in the lake, 13649|In the groves of the Institute of Crosses, 13649|And the little boys that are always smiling and brawling, 13649|The boys that cry and ======================================== SAMPLE 46650 ======================================== 2381|And, while the words are coming, 2381|She walks the floor as though she slept. 2381|I know a spot 2381|Where I have been, 2381|Where the hills are white 2381|And the air is fresh. 2381|It is a town 2381|With houses gray 2381|And water in them. 2381|It is the town 2381|With water on the door. 2381|She stands by the window: 2381|Do you know where it is? 2381|Do you know how the water 2381|Is brown along the street? 2381|The people that live there 2381|Are proud-- 2381|But proud to walk that way. 2381|I know a spot 2381|Where I have been, 2381|Where an old woman went 2381|And found that it was spring, 2381|Where the hills are blue, 2381|And the wind is a-sound. 2381|It is the old woman's town: 2381|Passionate, 2381|Passionate, 2381|Passionate she walks: 2381|I know about it, I-- 2381|I can look through the door: 2381|I can look through the door. 2381|There is a church 2381|Of a little church-yard, 2381|Where her feet have been. 2381|Here is a pew 2381|That her mother used to stand: 2381|The little pew 2381|Is the front of her house. 2381|She has been there 2381|With a lot of 2381|Actors and fellows. 2381|She has been there-- 2381|I have listened to her singing: 2381|They told her that it was spring, 2381|But she had no mind to go; 2381|They told her that it was spring, 2381|But she only said, "It's cold!" 2381|They told her that it was spring, 2381|But when they get up in the morning, 2381|They don't call her "Sister," 2381|But "Sister!" still. 2381|Well, they let her go-- 2381|But she had no mind to stay! 2381|And once there was a little fat girl 2381|Who was half-feared by every one 2381|That lived about Elizabeth town; 2381|And sometimes when she was very fat, 2381|Her sisters went and teased her sore; 2381|Yet still she went with them along, 2381|And never took to any one but him. 2381|One day, while all the neighbors were out 2381|And went to church in the neighboring square, 2381|She walked out with her mother, and cried, 2381|"I've been all day in the sun! . . . I'm so-- 2381|I can't go to the play on any ground!" 2381|They called her a witch; she only said, 2381|"I cannot believe your danger's near." 2381|And so she sat down by the church door; 2381|But not one of the churchfolks did she fear, 2381|For the priest, when she went on him to pray, 2381|Gave her a kiss--and she still began 2381|To talk about love--and the play too-- 2381|About love--and love--and love's delight. 2381|I have been to the woods. 2381|I have been to the wood. 2381|I shall never go back again. 2381|I have been to the woods. 2381|The clouds lie on the window-pane. 2381|They are all gray and still. 2381|I have been to the woods. 2381|I am very tired. 2381|I will lie down and be warm. 2381|The window is bright with the morning. 2381|The wood is a pleasant place. 2381|I have been to the woods. 2381|I am very tired. 2381|I will lie down and be warm. 2381|The clouds lie on the window-pane. 2381|They are gray and still. 2381|I have been to the woods. 2381|This is the bed that I shall sleep in nightly. 2381|My father will ======================================== SAMPLE 46660 ======================================== 3022|They were quite too light and stupid, or else 3022|It was the very best they could do; 3022|It made you wonder why they had to play. 3022|But you could see that they had done their best. 3022|You didn't think then that there were two and two, 3022|Nor that there were three and two. 3022|You didn't know 3022|That they'd been through school in the great schoolroom; 3022|That their teacher had just passed that day 3022|And their teacher's gone. 3022|And, moreover, their teacher had made an old 3022|Grateful confession. 3022|"I was not at all a very good coachman," 3022|He had said; "and my coachman's not at all 3022|A good coachman, nor, perhaps. 3022|"I didn't know a thing! And yet--and yet 3022|I'm not the one who should blame him: if I had, 3022|The one man who should blame him, is that he, 3022|All this time, that the world has known him. 3022|"I'd have trusted, when first I came on this line, 3022|The hands of an old teacher to your feet. 3022|"But the hands of an old teacher's not a trusty friend, 3022|Not quite," said the teacher. 3022|"And it is the way of the wise men, in this age, 3022|To give their lives, in the way that best serves the State, 3022|As they would have done. 3022|There was something in his speech, you could not guess 3022|If it be the cause of his failing or his blame, 3022|Like the handwork all his own make, he had done well." 3022|"Well," said the girl; "I'll be fair. There's not much time." 3022|And the teacher gave her such a serious lecture 3022|(They knew each other--'twas the first meeting) 3022|That the girl must wonder suddenly. And then 3022|He turned to a younger sister, 3022|And she looked a little frightened; the first lesson 3022|Had been on him that morning, in the great schoolroom, 3022|And he was still a child. 3022|So he was at her hands 3022|Telling the story of our first mother, 3022|And she came up to the little girl who sat 3022|At his side like a man; he stood up straight 3022|And seemed to get stronger, and seemed to know 3022|That he must be a good child, but not a bad. 3022|That's why the girl had looked, and felt it was right 3022|That her own children should have the first lesson. 3022|And, as she put him to her teaching, a bit: 3022|"If I don't speak English well, and understand it 3022|When I teach it, in every line, how a man must 3022|English speak, and what a man means, I must teach 3022|That which some call heresy." 3022|She gave his hand as though to lead him, and then 3022|She put him in a different room, where another 3022|Of her children walked with careless feet 3022|Up and down, and laughed the sound of laughter 3022|Among that rambling of young women, and his own, 3022|One was laughing with her, the elder one's child. 3022|And still the girl was standing, watching him so, 3022|And the teacher seemed like a woman that's caught, 3022|And turns, and mutters, and then turns again, 3022|And says nothing all the while, and seems not to speak. 3022|And the girls laughed, the girl with tears in her eyes, 3022|The elder, and the little one, who sat there. 3022|"We never could comprehend his love. 3022|It was some strange sort of wonder; it was not 3022|For ever," he cried, his voice half broken, 3022|"But a little girl's beauty, the wonder of love-- 3022|Love of something lost and loved, and something found, 3022|Love to have been, is beauty, is something lost." 3022|"Oh my God!" the mother said, still in tears. ======================================== SAMPLE 46670 ======================================== 3255|And they're all of them like thee. 3255|"If you thought he'd know me, 3255|If you thought he'd understand, 3255|If you thought your heart would break, 3255|Should I go on like this? 3255|"No! Oh no, no! I am not mad. 3255|It's not my fault that you think 3255|I am a fool. Oh, what if 3255|I knew that you thought 3255|That things could be any worse than they are? 3255|"You are not mad at all. 3255|You do the right thing. That's all. 3255|Come, tell me why you hate me so. 3255|"Why do you love me so? Well, 3255|It's not the same. 'Tis all the same. 3255|It's not your fault that you love me, 3255|Is it? What do you mean?" 3255|(The young man paused. But his hand 3255|Was raised. "If your heart is high," 3255|Quoth he, when he saw the youth, 3255|"It's not like this that I'm complaining. 3255|It is not the same. 'Tis all the same 3255|That you and I love each other." 3255|The youth raised his eyes. "I'll try," 3255|He said; his mouth was closed; 3255|And the voice spoke not. He passed in haste 3255|Through a room filled with light and air 3255|As if he were a gliding snake, 3255|And passed out of sight without a sound. 3255|At dawn the youth said to his soul: 3255|"I went to see the Lady Mary 3255|(Who was married at the hour, 3255|And had left him in her stead, 3255|As a symbol of her true, 3255|Honourable and poor heart). 3255|"I said to her, 'My Lady Mary, 3255|I would marry not till you were dead 3255|You would do me honour.' 'My Lady Mary, 3255|Oh, did you ever think! 3255|"She laughed and said to him, 'I did! 3255|Well done, my dear.' She never spoke to me more. 3255|"The next day, when I came back, with a bag, 3255|And a letter inside, 'I was so sorry, 3255|I'd left you in your place.' 3255|"She said she'd done it as she did, 3255|And I found my letter the next day. 3255|"'You've done your bit,' she said; 3255|'But why did you marry her? I am old, my dear.' 3255|You would say, 'He's gone a head-- 3255|He's done what he should have done; 3255|O, but I said, 'I think 3255|You were the same old old maid: 3255|I've done my level best, 3255|But I've done it in the wrong way: 3255|I'll change what you told me of-- 3255|I must.' That's what she said." 3255|"It's no use," he said at length. "I can't bear it any longer. 3255|I cannot bear it any longer! 3255|"It will only make me sad, 3255|To think of things which seem 3255|All the time but hopeless and hopeless - 3255|The dream I dreamed and dreamed that I might be 3255|An honest honest, decent man and wear a coat 3255|In spite of my Lady Mary who doesn't believe in my plans." 3255|And when he came, it must have seemed to his soul 3255|As if to him, suddenly, it was the true 3255|And honest face of his Lady Mary, 3255|Who came, and brought her the long-expected day. 3255|As if with a sudden pain of longing 3255|At that, he said: "'Lady Mary, 3255|I've had a dream, you know, 3255|And the dream's not what you'd have me name-- 3255|It's really just about you; 3255|But the dream you had, it makes no difference: ======================================== SAMPLE 46680 ======================================== 1280|And the heart's aching in his own-- 1280|And the man has died of sudden pain. 1280|And the man will be buried there. 1280|The sky was aching and aching 1280|In that awful hour of tragedy, 1280|And yet the soul of the man was sore upset. 1280|For he knew 'twas some mysterious chance 1280|That the man had been in the house 1280|When the weather was windy. 1280|Then he would cry--"Oh, well done to him! 1280|And well-done to God"--but no more. 1280|And he died of a sudden anguish. 1280|He was a man who lived for a year, 1280|He was a man who was sure of a new moon. 1280|'Tis hard to remember, 'tis very plain, 1280|When the moon comes round again; 1280|But, on the other hand, sometimes there is a 1280|Taste for the earth, and a feeling 1280|For the moon, and a faith in something 1280|In the sky. 1280|Then they were together, 1280|And she sat in the parlour, 1280|A beautiful young woman, 1280|Bright with light and airy, 1280|And he was tall and slender. 1280|And when they went out to dinner, 1280|A very fine, very quiet man, 1280|Was his most intimate friend, 1280|And he was kind and kind to her. 1280|She found his heart was full of music. 1280|So with all her heart she loved him, 1280|And she found his love was tender. 1280|And when he came home from a summer's day, 1280|And she put him to bed by his own candle, 1280|His heart was full of music 1280|With the murmur of the night, 1280|And his eyes were like orbs of fire, 1280|And his face a face of beauty, 1280|And he looked after her with a joyous glow, 1280|And for her sake his home for the summer was bright. 1280|And it was very plain she found him kind to her, 1280|And he cared for her home and his dear friend. 1280|So she went to the house in the evening, 1280|And the house in the morning was full of laughter, 1280|But the laughter came, I see, 1280|From the lips of the foolish boys 1280|That were always playing on the floor, 1280|And the girls on the windowsill, 1280|And the merry boys in black, 1280|And the girls in yellow and green, 1280|That were playing with their crayons, 1280|And the boys of the stand 1280|In the green kitchen door. 1280|Then she asked their names. 1280|One was a little brown boy, 1280|And he sat in the doorway, 1280|Grown accustomed to his place, 1280|And he had a smile on his dimpled cheek, 1280|And he had a merry laugh on his long tongueed nose, 1280|And he said: 1280|"I am glad you like the little girls of the field. 1280|And I am glad you like the merry boys of the street. 1280|But some day when you are a man grown old and wrinkled 1280|You are going to have an ill-timed fight with your woman, 1280|And you will die young, and you will die horribly. 1280|But I have a thought for you. 1280|I am going to try and find out 1280|If this is true, and if his friend, 1280|Or mistress was his wife. 1280|I have been here all night, 1280|And I have found all about it, 1280|And I am quite sure it is true. 1280|He is a good young fellow, 1280|And I am certain he is one of the honest young fellows." 1280|He walked to the kitchen and asked 1280|Each maid in his turn why the lights were on. 1280|And they answered: 1280|"If you call the doctor he shall let you know; 1280|And when he is called it is all your own doing." 1280|Then ======================================== SAMPLE 46690 ======================================== 615|For the sake of him that had the ring. 615|"One of their number, and of that few, 615|Whom the great Lord Roland left alive, 615|Ravishingly the cavaliers pursue, 615|And to a tower the captive bear, 615|And, from the tower's summit, in its hold 615|Encounter that so haply may be won: 615|But, as the castle was, they know not whither 615|They have from the tower divided, so that 615|They must needs through the mountain go. 615|"At morn the following knight, through fear and doubt, 615|And all that sorrow brought upon his head, 615|To save his life, had made him halt a while 615|At the entrance of the mountain side. 615|So, that he might not miss his master's side, 615|He took the way that lead to the thicket, 615|And there, upon this side, and on that, 615|Of that within the high and wooded glade, 615|He towered upon the tower without delay. 615|"Nor till the dawn did he by that cave ascend, 615|And the old tree with dry branches shook. 615|Of all that the wild mountain's wooded height 615|Shewed to the morning shine, but he possessed, 615|As he ascended to that upper storey, 615|A thousand stones, a thousand piers, and ten. 615|And for a little space in this he scaled, 615|But now so weary, he could nothing more; 615|And, with a feeble step, could find no way; 615|Soiled with the rain, and with the cold and heat, 615|With the wet wind and snow the walls o' thine eye. 615|"He to return was by a river stript, 615|Nor in the torrent would have climbed the steep, 615|But for his fear, which, at that depth, might fear, 615|So that he wished not but the water-flood 615|Should wash him clean; a hundred anguished sighs 615|He had that day; and with three drops, I ween, 615|He swooned away, where the broad channel falls. 615|But he, who had but reached the other shore, 615|Would not, through such peril, go down to the sea. 615|"He thought, that of the other isles was one, 615|Where in that sea 'twere best to cross, and where 615|He might, upon his return, his friends report 615|To other places, that he had been: 615|But that is not to be; and he must lie 615|In prison, on the shore, till such a day, 615|When he can come, in his return, with light. 615|"His ship was far too large to move an inch, 615|That ship too heavy to have floated round: 615|And, when he sailed thence, that other brave 615|Had all the strength that he could show in man. 615|For with great labour and great peril, hight 615|Was every man, and with great fear, that night 615|At sea, before the storm had broken up, 615|For either isle had ventured from the land. 615|"But, by the God of Paradise, in whom 615|All things are possible, the boat was moored, 615|By God Almighty's aid, where by the shore 615|The ship and its crew could find the safe shelter, 615|And that they could not, because the sea was high, 615|But where the winds could blow them to the main, 615|And where, at last, the billows were so spread, 615|As to impede the vessel from its crew. 615|"Thence having been so long where isles of seas, 615|By no one is the winds eased into flight. 615|From one to another, as they lie, the wind 615|Soars, with such ill usage of their weight, 615|It makes one's blood run cold; and this the main 615|And this alone the cruel waves molest. 615|"To bring you news, my lord, I will display 615|As well as otherwise I may my tale; 615|Which shows, if there be aught of good in man, 615|That he in some measure doth improve on earth. 615|For this I tell again, and yet again; 615|I saw as many warriors as I could ======================================== SAMPLE 46700 ======================================== 1165|The sea and the sky. 1165|And now they are gone and the sun is all my dream, 1165|And now they have vanished and all is over -- 1165|I do not dream, do not dream! 1165|I am no dreamer, 1165|I do not dream, I do not dream! 1165|O sea, my passion, O sky, my love, my soul, 1165|My lips and my heart, 1165|I give you up, 1165|I live and love you 1165|In one long dream. 1165|It is a little boat on an island of the sea, 1165|And this is the reason that I love it: my heart 1165|Beats high with the music of it, if only the sky, 1165|Lilacs of golden beauty through the drifting air, 1165|And the water beneath is red as blood in love, 1165|And the winds are soft as sighs in a lover's soul. 1165|And I look out on the world if I only look out 1165|With this boat and this island as a mirror unto you. 1165|The sails burn bright on this little craft on an island, 1165|And this is the reason that I love it: I have a soul. 1165|Dear Lady, dear Lady Lady, 1165|Thy face is a mist 1165|That the morning star sheds through. 1165|And the mist has no light 1165|On its face like mine. 1165|The mist, that the sun sheds, 1165|Is a mist beyond words. 1165|My face and the mist, they are one. 1165|Thy face is meadows of gold, 1165|The mist is a mist 1165|That God shed through the morn. 1165|For all the gold which I have 1165|God's hand of perfect song 1165|Was made and shed therein. 1165|And the song that the world has 1165|Was formed and is sung 1165|In the song that is mine! 1165|Sailing ships of the world, sailing seas 1165|Of the world forever, 1165|And the dreams you dream are my dreams, Lady, 1165|As sails for the wind. 1165|And the stars I sail on are dreams of the sun, 1165|And the sea is my wife, Lady, 1165|As all my dreams are dreams. 1165|Sailing ships and the dreams of dreams 1165|My dreams are as little stars, Lady, 1165|And the dreams are a mist 1165|That the world has shed through. 1165|But I know that the sailing ships lie 1165|Under deep and deep, Lady, 1165|And the dreams will pass 1165|In the mist away with the sun,-- 1165|Like visions in dreams. 1165|Now I know that it is well 1165|With the world that is wide. 1165|Where you sail away from it 1165|Under the stars of the sea, 1165|And the world is my wife 1165|And evermore shall be 1165|A heart that is glad and dear 1165|Sail on with me 1165|Sail on with me 1165|The wind is a singer with voice of flute and harp, 1165|And I hear his songs in the dark. 1165|Singer of flute and harp and harp-string, 1165|He sings of the world and of ships; 1165|We are all of us singers, 1165|Singer of song and of flute, 1165|And we all know that the world is not wide 1165|With its treasures and wonders for all. 1165|We of the world are ever singing 1165|To the stars with their golden laughter 1165|And the wind is our singing, Lady, 1165|To the world that is wide. 1165|Out of the night 1165|Out of the shadows 1165|Comes the moon to me! 1165|I know that the moon will come, 1165|I know that the moon is near. 1165|It will come, I know, with rush and hum, 1165|Upon the ocean dark and low. 1165|I will chant it a song 1165|While my eyes grow dim, 1165|Seeing but ======================================== SAMPLE 46710 ======================================== 1280|The white woman came with child in her arms,-- 1280|And the girl was crying too. 1280|I saw the tear-drops in her face. 1280|She went away in thought. 1280|I was alone--alone--alone. 1280|But I cannot tell you how at length, 1280|In the night with the sea-fog and the sea 1280|And the stars, 1280|I looked for a white voice, which never came. 1280|I did it myself-- 1280|But why do you not come home with me? 1280|I sat in the wind and watched the sea-winds pass 1280|And the clouds above 1280|Float down in darkness. 1280|A dream came to me 1280|Of a man with the face of a young girl, 1280|And hair like the moon: 1280|And a face that was like his own, but not his own-- 1280|But like his own eyes-- 1280|His eyes that were beautiful in their solemn quiet, 1280|So beautiful that I, 1280|As the sea-fog with the stars around me flings me, 1280|Saw that white face, with a sorrowful face, 1280|And a tear in her eye. 1280|And it came to me 1280|That for this I should have him for my husband, 1280|And bring him to me when he needed a lover-- 1280|And let him go. 1280|I was alone 1280|Like the sea-fog on the sea, 1280|And the sun had a touch of lead on every lip-- 1280|And my heart 1280|Rang like a peal of thunder. 1280|For a woman-folk and a man-folk fell, 1280|And I knew full well: 1280|I was alone. 1280|I have often said 1280|That I should live to see my own boy grown 1280|And I have lived 1280|To see young Bill, 1280|And I have lived 1280|To see my boy Bill grown up to manhood. 1280|But it is too long 1280|And too long for me to dwell on this thing. 1280|And it comes home to me, 1280|But let me leave you for you, 1280|I cannot tell what you and you men wish. 1280|For I am old and my hair is gray. 1280|And the wind is loud and the seas 1280|Are a-scatter. 1280|And the sun is heavy-laden with the sea's wrath. 1280|And I see your eyes so cold, and you women. 1280|You women who look on you, and are sad. 1280|A Woman's View 1280|When the world is a little less than a man's 1280|And, in every one, the women are men 1280|A man may try to be what he should be not 1280|Or hold back his strength, and stand erect to show 1280|The world the man's strength, but he must not dare 1280|To reach out with his strength. 1280|His strength must be his strength and know himself, 1280|His spirit, his strength of spirit and his will 1280|Must be his spirit. 1280|The will must be his will and be pure, or he 1280|Must go mad of what men say of him. 1280|The men of the world and their lips will say 1280|In this life of man, and as of him who dies: 1280|"With the hand that strikes first among the dead 1280|His strength is not wasted, and his worth forgot." 1280|But that is not enough, I must have my will, 1280|The will can make men and woman. 1280|A woman must know herself. 1280|And she must be firm to herself. 1280|A woman must make man a man,-- 1280|Or else he has none. 1280|And when she is man, he must be woman still. 1280|And if she is woman, she must be firm, 1280|And hold fast her will. 1280|The Will is a giant and he fights men, 1280|And he is very large. 1280|The world is his fight, 1280|The will is a ======================================== SAMPLE 46720 ======================================== 19385|The wild lintie hush'd in its shy nest. 19385|And yet they had been fair; an' to say 19385|That their bloom and their grace had been gay, 19385|Were to say nought of the things I have told, 19385|While a part of the memories of care 19385|Had been clinging to them: I am sure 19385|That their life was rich, their hearts were on fire, 19385|And their life had been blithe, their hearts had been gay. 19385|Aye: the bairnies at a blow had been rude-- 19385|But their hearts were on fire, and their hearts were on fire! 19385|That it was they I loved, and their love was blithe, 19385|Though the blitheness of joy is a frail thing, 19385|And the joys of the world were aye dim and wan 19385|As the tears of the wretch who dies for love, 19385|Aye, they were the same when their joy was a blaze, 19385|When their hope was in the sky, and their love was a blaze. 19385|And I think my sweet Mary when she saw 19385|That our little bairn died in the way of a storm, 19385|Was not the least surprised at the loss we bore, 19385|When she thought there'd been some blunder or some slip, 19385|Which had been to her youth a life-belated part,-- 19385|But her spirit was on fire, and she spoke plain, 19385|And her heart was on fire, yet she did not weep! 19385|Nor did she shrink from the thought that the blunder, 19385|Which brought her to lose the bairn she most loved, 19385|Might have been to other bairns--and they never, 19385|When their hearts were on fire the first time, were sad! 19385|O, the dark-blue hill, 19385|Where the woodbine shows the gloaming; 19385|But there's a hill 19385|Will ne'er fade away, 19385|Though the wind does not blow, 19385|Though the deer no more roam: 19385|It will stand 19385|Till the gloaming 19385|Smooth over the land. 19385|'Tis the spot that I love, 19385|Aye--I've got it in charge, 19385|And I'll go and view it, 19385|When I'm far away; 19385|'Tis the spot that I love, 19385|Aye--I've got it in charge, 19385|And I'll go and view it, 19385|When I'm far away. 19385|There is a spot 19385|Where I'll go and view it, 19385|With a heart free from care, 19385|When on shore I bide, 19385|My love will make me glad, 19385|And I'll go and view it, 19385|When I'm far away. 19385|But the place that I love, 19385|How can I leave, or know, 19385|The place that I love, 19385|And the place that I love; 19385|For I've got it in charge, 19385|And I'll go and view it, 19385|When I'm far away. 19385|I've been to the wood, I've been to the rock, 19385|And I've wandered where the water ran: 19385|I've been to the glen, to the wood, to the brake, 19385|I've been to the mill, and the clay-house there; 19385|But never a night, at home or in the wood, 19385|I thought I'd wander down again. 19385|I've been to the mountain, to the river's mouth, 19385|And I've been to the spring beneath the hill; 19385|I've been by ship, on field, on bridge, on dike, 19385|And still I'm the bird that's gone away. 19385|I've been through the woods, I've been far and nigh; 19385|But, ah! what can I find in the place? 19385|I pine for my native hills, I pine for the sea, 19385|And the sad mountains of my fatherland. 19385| ======================================== SAMPLE 46730 ======================================== 1304|Wafted from the bowers of Paradise, 1304|With sweet perfume sweet, and light of wing, 1304|Into the silent realms of light, 1304|She came. 1304|She came, the virgin of the Orient, 1304|The fairest, naught to jealous pride, 1304|The noblest daughter of the hour: 1304|As yet the dew of fairy days 1304|Had not inspired her virgin charms, 1304|And all her virgin charm'd with night: 1304|But now she charmed alike all eyes, 1304|With fairy port, and fairy air; 1304|The stars that glared in heaven above, 1304|She charmed with her celestial looks. 1304|Now in her face the light of heaven 1304|Was seen no more, but only stars; 1304|The earth grew dark, her beauty shaded, 1304|And night was born by angel-guise: 1304|--And thus she won eternal praise, 1304|By charms of charmers, strange as fair. 1304|For while her taper-lance inspired 1304|Her eyes like flaming orbs of fire, 1304|The holy taper gave delight, 1304|And woke the souls of ev'ry nook, 1304|And fed the soul with pleasures dear: 1304|She had such charms for ev'ry one, 1304|That with such charms she took the ear 1304|Of ev'ry one with many a charm; 1304|And 'mong the gods' eternal powers 1304|The most were lov'd as well as she. 1304|And there she held her worship free 1304|In a most happy land of light, 1304|Which to a shining and serene 1304|Was the home of angels high: 1304|Where, in the golden light of dawn, 1304|Mild in their virgin-red her prayer 1304|Of love, was sung by ev'ry air: 1304|And from the holy trees of green 1304|There was perpetual Christmas-tide; 1304|And when the storm on earth is lull'd, 1304|And sleeps beneath the clouded sky, 1304|There is a sabbath of delight 1304|For them that God hath bound with home. 1304|They have a home of light, 1304|Of gladness, joy, and joy's delight; 1304|There is a pure and lovely air: 1304|Their love is as a silver thread, 1304|A thread of pure celestial light, 1304|That thro' all frail and mortal clay 1304|Is as a pearl enwound by Night, 1304|To link the earthly to the heavenly; 1304|And as the link doth twine, 1304|The thread thereof doth bind. 1304|O, how they laugh and sing, 1304|Blessing Christmas is their pride! 1304|Tis a glorious thing to see 1304|The saints in garments white. 1304|O happy heaves of joy 1304|On their bright, bright faces are! 1304|God's image there they see; 1304|Like angels there he sits, 1304|As he is ever true: 1304|On his glorious brow doth wait 1304|The sign of the final doom, 1304|And his own grace doth show, 1304|That his heart lives forever still, 1304|And that he hath for all 1304|A Father great and blest: 1304|The hearers all rejoice, 1304|Thither go silver-gunshots. 1304|Pray God, that he may see 1304|Christ's image forevermore. 1304|For this is his true bliss: 1304|To sing and sing with joy, 1304|His soul to his body given, 1304|Though all his glory be 1304|That he is Christ's Son dear; 1304|And his soul safe in the sky, 1304|And his flesh pure and white, 1304|On the cross his death doth bleed, 1304|And his glory is renew'd. 1304|O Christmas, thou that wast begot 1304|In the pit, and all by thy botch 1304|Is spoil'd with a tear, with giddiness 1304|Thy mother is seen in her shroud. ======================================== SAMPLE 46740 ======================================== 28591|In darkness and a storm. 28591|My heart is in thy hands, and they will open it 28591|Even to death if thou art my God; 28591|In darkness and a storm; 28591|My heart is in thy hands, and they will open it 28591|Even to death if thou art in my God. 28591|In darkness and a storm. 28591|I would not that my spirit were afraid 28591|Of aught that goes in the mouth of God; 28591|In darkness and a storm. 28591|I would not that my spirit were free, 28591|For I would fear the thoughts that come 28591|From the hearts that love thy handhold 28591|And their strength in thee; even as I 28591|Fear, I fear even death; 28591|I would not that I were in the heart of God 28591|And in the deep heart of the sea! 28591|I am in the heart of the sea, 28591|I am far up in a dark house, 28591|Where the waves in their turbulent dance 28591|Of furious strife meet in their rage. 28591|O sea, O waves! O storm, O sea, 28591|Thy raging rage my soul impels 28591|With a strange desire. 28591|For I seem in the air 28591|To rise like a star, 28591|To set like a beacon afar, 28591|To glide like a gleam 28591|O'er ocean like a breath from God, 28591|My wings were warmed with the breath of heaven, 28591|Like a flame when the fire is dead, 28591|Or like the breath of a song 28591|From some lone soul's ecstasy. 28591|A wave in the wind 28591|Like a lost soul on the sea, 28591|Sought through the stormy deep and the foam, 28591|That God may lead him safely through. 28591|I am at thy feet, 28591|A wave in the wind, O wave in the wind, 28591|That God may follow thee; 28591|And with thee we'll journey on 28591|Into the light 28591|And the bliss from the eternal God, 28591|And live through the light. 28591|In the morning of life we are still 28591|With our bodies light if you please, 28591|But the night-wind makes us so sore 28591|Which are faint and heat and cold. 28591|It is bitter in life the best, to be still 28591|Before you take the first breath of your rising day. 28591|Then be kind and let your spirit pass 28591|In the night from its rest, and it shows to us 28591|In your life-breaths how sweet its hours were, 28591|In the sorrowful days when you find 28591|The dawn is stiller than the evening breeze. 28591|The wind in the night is not gentle, 28591|It comes bowing like a demon down your way, 28591|Sweeping and tossing, tossing and blowing 28591|The faintest, fainting, fleeting breath 28591|That bursts from your smile or whispers a song to you. 28591|No, the wind is not true; you are still, but mad; 28591|'Tis but as a feeble, restless, sad dream; 28591|'Tis like the tempest when it passes by, 28591|And leaves in the daylight its wordless breath. 28591|It is but as a dream, so it goes by, 28591|And what shall be said of it can never be; 28591|Its voice is a song, its kiss is a word; 28591|Yet as I stand and think of all that it has done 28591|My heart is in a ceaseless, wild lament. 28591|The wind in the night 28591|Is ever the same; 28591|As loud and rude 28591|It flies, as it flies, 28591|It tells no tale, 28591|But then it saith, 28591|"A friend of mine, 28591|When the day is done, 28591|A brother dear." 28591|And so, when peace 28591|Has entered the door, 28591|It enters at last; 28591|There will be no more. 28591|And so when sorrow ======================================== SAMPLE 46750 ======================================== 1728|but we shall come to some repose. 1728|Now that which was before my mind, 1728|even that which seemed so very clear, 1728|came to me even as it should be. 1728|For I had a strong and steadfast faith, 1728|even as a man that hath it ever, 1728|and have not cause to be ashamed, 1728|but but would have as his belief 1728|the word of the well-beloved, Apollo. 1728|But methinks that all my life, at last, 1728|in the good ship, even and above, 1728|has been a wailing and a sighing, 1728|that it might be told to Telemachus; 1728|and he, being averse to doubt it, 1728|stood up and began to question me: 1728|'Thou seest this ship, and knowest that 1728|it glides along, and that we follow not. 1728|Thereby I know there is no place else 1728|that is good to go, when as the ship 1728|takes its course through the deep sea so fast. 1728|Here too do I long to be a man, 1728|nor ever am I in doubt thereof. 1728|But, O goodly ship, with thy two nymphs 1728|of the fair hair, I pray thee to go 1728|some way, if thou wilt, and go to seek. 1728|If aught can I do of good will to thee, 1728|that thou take me hence to Crete that way, 1728|and make me, even for a while, a guest 1728|within the house of Zeus, to be with men 1728|but in their halls and in a man's sight, 1728|and at the very least in their sight, 1728|though in the air. Nay, but if thou wouldest speed 1728|on my counsel, I would well content 1728|thee to have a long time abiding in Crete, 1728|to receive a manially of good cheer, 1728|since there dwell neither men nor herdsmen there, 1728|and hard are these straitens of men in ships.' 1728|And her mother answered her with sweet voice: 1728|'Yea, and doth he promise to go? 1728|Nay, but he has no need thereof. And he 1728|that spake last with Telemachus abode 1728|in his own ancestral home, in Mycenae, 1728|ancient of time, a town of Argives, 1728|long before that the Argives came hither. 1728|There the daughters take delight in toiling 1728|each to the field with daughters and sons: 1728|with them there lycanthrope and wild-fowl 1728|and swan and blue-winged falcon, and even 1728|they that come forth from home with the sons 1728|of Atreus--for the gods love them well! 1728|But when Zeus opened wide the cloudless skies, 1728|and the day's work was over, then sent he 1728|word to the old man to make him at once 1728|a sure messenger, to bear tidings straight 1728|to Telemachus. And he answered him and spake: 1728|'Eurymachus, what word hath gone forth from 1728|Thy mouth? How shall I know whether thou speak true 1728|or not? I have not seen the word of thy message.' 1728|Then good Eurymachus made answer: 'Now art thou 1728|afraid, that at the first I cried not? Alas! 1728|a great and a foolish fear is the Achaean host. 1728|For if indeed this man in his speech be one 1728|that is the messenger of Apollo, 1728|who hath come hither to report thee his 1728|adventures, then shall he be my own, and I 1728|will love him as a son, and I will make him 1728|strong in every other deed of mine. And thou 1728|dost even now hold strife with me in thine own 1728|affection, to give him more than father is, 1728|and seek to take what I am wonted to give.' 1728|Then wise Telemachus answered him and ======================================== SAMPLE 46760 ======================================== 29993|And the old man looked as if he would say, 29993|"You never were for this! You are one fool 29993|That has the tongue to come here and tell lies; 29993|That has the brain and heart for other things; 29993|That has the cunning to be fooled again; 29993|That can see where truth is where lies begin; 29993|Who knows what 'tis to have a wife to guide 29993|The course a man must take, or not, as he will!" 29993|Then slowly, and with eyes all awry, 29993|Slowly he sank upon his pillow, still, 29993|In the cool twilight, like a dead man's dream. 29993|"You seem a fool," he whispered--never mind 29993|We will try for sincerity 29993|Now that the old man is gone, and I 29993|Shall have to write no longer; for they say 29993|He will come to us a thousand-fold 29993|More truthful than what we write. 29993|Well, let him come; for we shall see him too, 29993|The good old times, when he was young and bold, 29993|We'll tell him in the style of men we know, 29993|We'll make him think of us in words that burn, 29993|And then, they say, smile back, saying, "No need 29993|For that which makes him strange. They came too slow, 29993|The caravans brought too little of our need 29993|To tell him of the need which now we have. 29993|We can not say, 'Go on! you must not make 29993|The journey which alone leads home your way -- 29993|The road whereon your horse must prove his head."' 29993|Our old friend is dead now, and if we live 29993|To know him, it is not for our delight 29993|That he has died: but we must say our part -- 29993|The foolish life, so little known at times 29993|Of things that were, or are, or ever were, 29993|We cannot heed or care if dead or near. 29993|Yes, we are all of us a little vain: 29993|We know not yet of all the pains we have 29993|Known or to be known. 29993|But when we know he sought to find the truth 29993|And us, the others, with vain hopes and fears, 29993|We should rejoice, and know that we must live; 29993|And then would die. 29993|For life is all a vain attempt: 29993|There is no truth beneath its wide-spread shroud, 29993|It is not made, like the real world, with stars 29993|Or any other objects of delight 29993|And sport and pleasure. 29993|They made it mostly flowers, 29993|But those are the flowers most dear, 29993|The fairest and the brightest, and the very best. 29993|And when he has found, 29993|He will say, "I have found the flower that's true: 29993|They say I have made a garden." 29993|It was some old man, and his face was white, 29993|And his coat-sleeves were shivering with the snow, 29993|And the wind blew in the window, in the frosty air, 29993|Whispering as if a soul came haunting him 29993|Through his dream of the moonlight. 29993|He saw in the shadows how the house grew strange 29993|Through the long-spreading doors. His head he bowed, 29993|And took in his hand, and, groping with his breath, 29993|He said, "Are the old folks out in the snow? 29993|It is good to be away from the town." 29993|And he closed the door, and took up his tools: 29993|A little hammer, a little shovel, and then 29993|A long, stout quiver, and he went to the snow. 29993|One could hardly carry such a heavy blow 29993|With the foot of a man; yet with such a blow 29993|The old man shook like a leaf in the wind, 29993|For he was afraid. 29993|Then he said, "Now, this shall be the snow-filled house; 29993|And there the winds do come, at ======================================== SAMPLE 46770 ======================================== 1365|His words are silent, yet can he speak. 1365|"I am in danger of losing the place. 1365|And I am here, because it would be hard 1365|To take upon themselves the place 1365|Of those who guard the place, while to-day 1365|The landlord of the place asks for money; 1365|To raise so much of money would be hard, 1365|And to raise it now would be to leave it. 1365|And so I will leave it; but the time has come. 1365|The time has come. I go away at once. 1365|I go away. I leave myself no time 1365|To talk, to try to think, to do my duty. 1365|I cannot think; I cannot do my duty. 1365|I have too much on my mind, too many thoughts. 1365|I cannot do my duty. I am in danger. 1365|I'm in danger of being put among the common flock 1365|Of tenants in this building." 1365|A voice above said: 1365|"Why does he leave 1365|The house of God, to talk with man's crafty servant? 1365|And why in the midst of this peril do we leave them? 1365|Why? that he may take possession and keep quiet, 1365|Or else be forced to go and tell what he has done, 1365|And so to clear himself of blame, and make a good 1365|Resolution. 1365|"I know what he has there is false. 1365|Why should it not be so? He has made a mistake. 1365|He thought that all those thousand miles about us 1365|Would only be for one night's space. 1365|He thought he could have made it a few days longer, 1365|And then the money would have run afresh 1365|And this would not have been necessary." 1365|The voice continued: 1365|"And why has he been afraid that we might see 1365|That he might try to take it up? Oh, the devil! 1365|It is no use for him; it is his first mistake, 1365|His last thing that is difficult! 1365|How come he did not go, as well he might, 1365|And scare it with his lying, and bring out his treasure, 1365|And get his duty done. And now he has this. 1365|And will not give it back to us? 1365|Yes, but only for a time." 1365|The voice continued: 1365|"Well, if he had let us see it, the first night, 1365|We should have seen it, and we are not here, 1365|And should have kept our place. 1365|We're not the sort of men, 1365|With a trick of language and a trick of art enough 1365|To talk ourselves into the house of the Devil." 1365|Then, having mentioned the circumstance in general, we may say that he 1365|approbation. 1365|They said, "Come with us," and left. 1365|This circumstance is stated by the preacher in the Prologue to 1365|"Thou hast a devil in 1365|The very body of thee! 1365|He lies and works among us, 1365|And shall deceive us; for it is of the Lord. 1365|He shall be punished, and thy reward shall be greater 1365|Than he, who is of God the Almighty." 1365|The story has a most amusing and peculiar ending. The 1365|"Reverie" began as a chance meeting among the "Cindists." The 1365|The present episode is even more amusing and peculiar in 1365|possible malice or spite. It is interesting to compare the 1365|statement of his biographer, "He had been drinking and stealing, 1365|But the first man the Church had in the parish was William Wills, 1365|Who had the body of Eben Elkins, and his horse. In the "Cindist," 1365|"But that was all a trick; for, after all, it is God who is a thief, 1365|"When God has given the Devil a little money he has given him a small 1365|A picture of William H. Campbell is given in "Magellan," pp. 94, ======================================== SAMPLE 46780 ======================================== 17393|And a great voice rose from the crowd: 17393|"The world will have another trump," 17393|And it broke through the roof, and there 17393|The red-hot trumpetry of War 17393|Tossed as a bolt from the sky: and 17393|The world was blind--the world was deaf, 17393|And the wind sang the choral tune of "All." 17393|With its wind-hurling echo and its ring 17393|Of chimes, we waited for the attack; 17393|And the wind sang the choral tune of "All." 17393|And in its roar we heard the clash 17393|Of battering iron, and the whirr 17393|Of flapping wings, and the clang of life 17393|That flapped in the flaps and raked the sky: 17393|And it swept our ears with its sound. 17393|With the wind-hurling echo and the ring 17393|Of chimes was the world called "Aha!" 17393|And we knew that "the world will have another": 17393|We heard it by the whisper of a bird 17393|That sang of a World that was new again; 17393|And we knew "the world will have another." 17393|For a day we thought the whole world went 17393|Billed back to back in a little basket 17393|Of wires, and a waggon of bars, 17393|And the great bell of the telegraph 17393|Struck a man in a corner of it, 17393|And the wire sang back the choral chorus 17393|Of "The world will have another." 17393|And "The world will have another"? Yes, we knew 17393|That everything will have another, 17393|And that "The world will have another:" 17393|That "the world is going to have another." 17393|And "The world was going to have another"? 17393|Yes, we knew it, then, and that "the world was going to have another." 17393|In the silence that followed 17393|Came a sense of awe and wonder, 17393|As the man stood and listened, 17393|Listened to the falling of rain. 17393|The air seemed to take the wonder in, 17393|And be a part of the wonder, 17393|And the rain began to fall: 17393|The heavy, heavy rain which had the world in fear, 17393|In the dim light the man resolved to be amazed. 17393|So upon a cloud a light stood up 17393|Which made for the drop to be observed, 17393|Not knowing the thunder from the sun 17393|Or the sky from the sky, 17393|Not knowing the man from the boy, 17393|But the rain from the man's eye's eye took the wonder in. 17393|"This is a wondrous thing:" 17393|The man said in his wonderment: 17393|And his faith was as great as his mirth, 17393|And the rain from the man's eye's eye took the wonder in; 17393|And the water came up in a rainbow 17393|Of crystal and gleaming white; 17393|And the clouds were brightened and the winds blew 17393|A joyous roundelay. 17393|The clouds of rain poured down in a rainbow 17393|Of crystal and gleaming white; 17393|And the man looked up in wonderment, 17393|And saw within the rainbow's mazy dance 17393|A fairy woman standing fair, 17393|With eyes full of laughter and delight, 17393|And hair like the mist. 17393|Out from the cloud a fairy woman came 17393|And the rain poured down in a mist, 17393|And the face of the man turned queer 17393|As the rain poured out in a mist 17393|Of crystal and gleaming white, 17393|And the rain poured down in a rainbow of mist like a song-- 17393|That song of the man's eye's eye-- 17393|That song of the man's eye shining white 17393|And laughing to see the woman happy in a cloud! 17393|Out from the cloud the man looked up; 17393|And straightway he felt gladness 17393|Glow in his heart: joy had not been known 17393|Since the hour that ======================================== SAMPLE 46790 ======================================== 1304|The first, and last, and fairest gift 1304|Which I can give thee, Child of Love, 1304|Is, to remember all the past. 1304|Not till that memory, long by thee 1304|Stamped in the mind's fond memory stamped, 1304|Shall eager fancy vainly strain her wing, 1304|Nor hope to soothe, nor skill to heal, 1304|Shall anxious care, that hope of bliss, 1304|Grown desperate through long years of toil and strife, 1304|Bid dreading what thy future state-- 1304|Whether to that good shall come, 1304|Or this, or some better sphere-- 1304|Shall be, for thou shalt surely choose; 1304|And, from thy bed of pain, 1304|Shall gaze upon thy heavenly birth-- 1304|The first, and best, and fairest gift 1304|That I can give thee. 1304|O may this happy hour be mine 1304|When thou shalt find, as heretofore, 1304|Thy wishing, learning, working hand 1304|Enough to make thee happy here; 1304|Naught else hast thou to do or see. 1304|I bring thee all the knowledge here, 1304|The skill, the grace, the wisdom too; 1304|But thou must still, through all the lore, 1304|Command the teachers to be read; 1304|And that command thy slaves too: 1304|This is the portion each alone 1304|Must, from their master's lips, receive. 1304|This is the counsel each must have; 1304|This is the faith each heart must feel: 1304|Here we both can rest, and thou and I, 1304|Even here, are happy; while I go, 1304|Afar on other spheres, to find 1304|Honest pleasure without fraud or sway,-- 1304|Pleasure, that is, that is all I seek, 1304|As this world's goods in peace to me. 1304|As this world's goods, when first we meet, 1304|To some sort, some kind of soul must bow; 1304|This, to some extent, to some man, must move; 1304|Yet some, and on the utmost, some, and yet, 1304|Must love and clasp his heart. 1304|O the great, deep, passionate need! 1304|O the high, divine, high need! 1304|Whereof, this day, a voice is raised 1304|From those who live'st by light divine, 1304|And from those who live'st in darkness, 1304|And from darkness' all-compelling day; 1304|And, lo! to men who truly seek, 1304|The light celestial streams before. 1304|I think, while I behold this light, 1304|A man, all mute and silent, lies: 1304|And the white, cold, shining snow 1304|In these dark, snowy spheres discloses: 1304|And, loosing hence a look divine, 1304|In their gleaming forms a woman's: 1304|And lo, the sun to pant, and sigh; 1304|And the moon, in his pale majesty, 1304|To gaze upon her lover; and the dew 1304|Which on her lips lay gently soothing. 1304|And lo, where they approach the holy 1304|Tents, the sacred shrines of mystery; 1304|The solemn scenes of worship round, 1304|That never in the world before was seen; 1304|A solemn scene! a dread desolation! 1304|This world, the last in darkness, drear, 1304|On the brink of ruin drear is lost; 1304|'Mid the green boughs and the blushing flowers, 1304|That never, never shall flourish yet! 1304|Here be the woods, here be the meadows, 1304|Here be the springs where flow'rs began; 1304|Here be the groves of myrtles fair, 1304|With copses and with poplars tall, 1304|Where music oft has been the quiet 1304|Of peace when summer days were long: 1304|Here be the trees that, in the breath 1304|Of summer breezes soft and sweet, 1304 ======================================== SAMPLE 46800 ======================================== 10671|O'er all the landscape from the eye. 10671|There live the trees. There Nature's hand, 10671|Whole leafy regions gushing upward, 10671|Plays still with softest touch, and warms 10671|The soul with all the sweetest sights. 10671|Thus Nature's smile pervades the shade, 10671|And Heaven, for once, on Earth shall smile; 10671|The smiling spirit guides the bark, 10671|The bark, in ecstacy enclosing. 10671|"And now the mighty Ocean flows, 10671|And the broad River gushes below; 10671|Bounding o'er the wave, it flings 10671|A ribbon'd gloom along the deep; 10671|The lightnings flash, from ev'ry side, 10671|Lash'd o'er the foam the circling shoals; 10671|The mighty sea-kid pours his ire,-- 10671|'O! fates of man!' he cries. 'Go forth, 10671|O! ne'er return again again! 10671|From ev'ry shore the waves divide, 10671|And the bright stream divides the foam! 10671|Ye are gone! ye are gone! ye are gone!' 10671|And, with his matted billows roars, 10671|He shakes with angry pinnaces round, 10671|While ev'ry wave divides his billows. 10671|Bark'd and white, with wave in bark, arise 10671|The white-tressed foam-crown'd beasts of foam; 10671|And from the breakers all afar, 10671|All round her rocky caverns, roars 10671|The roar of ocean's elemental war! 10671|And there the thundering ocean breaks, 10671|Hurling her waves about it low, 10671|As through her waters like the shock 10671|Of the great sea she roars and runs. 10671|'My streams are bright!'--she cries, 'my rills are bright! 10671|I see the hidden treasures of the wood.' 10671|Then,--she the dark stream divides-- 10671|In the deep woods it runs away; 10671|And, with the water of the lake, 10671|The bright streams to the sea repair. 10671|The mighty Ocean roars around, 10671|The bright stream pours its waves again; 10671|The wave-beats of the Ocean cease, 10671|Heaven smiles on Earth, and all is Heaven. 10671|No more in all her glories seen, 10671|Shall the dark floods her bosom hide; 10671|The mighty Ocean no more breaks, 10671|Its torrent tears in Paradise. 10671|But the bright rocks, from ev'ry side, 10671|That round her rose with green renew, 10671|And the soft grasses' soft waves that rise 10671|O'er her light bosom, all are seen; 10671|In bright boughs round her the flowers unfold; 10671|The blue bells of the founts are heard, 10671|And the bright grasses nod their heads, 10671|And every tree and shrub of earth, 10671|With its green leaves, sings hymns of praise. 10671|O! fairest of the female kind, 10671|Fair as the glory of the morn, 10671|All radiant from her birth, with charms 10671|Ennobling all, her influence hurl'd, 10671|Thou, whom the gods, in all their pride, 10671|In the deep sea did from their throne, 10671|And gave thee to this bowers of light, 10671|Where we mistake our joys and griefs: 10671|We know not that, and hence, indeed, 10671|We love thee so, we cannot know, 10671|For we adore, and adore, and adore! 10671|Nor need we ask what God did give, 10671|Or why the powers below must choose, 10671|The powers that we, the living, see. 10671|We know, they are our children still,-- 10671|The children, when in darkness sleep 10671|The lords of earth, and sighing lie 10671|Beneath a cloud, or in the waste 10671|High mountain-forests of the wild, ======================================== SAMPLE 46810 ======================================== 2381|And the voice of my heart, 2381|And the sea, and the sun-- 2381|These are the songs that my heart sings 2381|And the song of the sea. 2381|And it seems to me that the world is all so wide 2381|And full of mystery, and all so fair to see; 2381|But what is the song I would sing, if I could sing? 2381|It would sing, I know, in the days gone by. 2381|When the moonlight is golden 2381|And the nights are long, 2381|And sweet perfume comes 2381|From the hidden 2381|Peach trees. 2381|And the nights are long, 2381|And cool 2381|In the night air, 2381|A maiden walks. 2381|Through the golden moonlight, 2381|And the night air, 2381|As she gazes, 2381|Her eyes gleam bright. 2381|She has guessed the secret way 2381|And it knows her heart, 2381|And the long, long nights 2381|A maiden walks. 2381|I am all alone. 2381|Ah, never again,-- 2381|If ever I go there, 2381|Will the flowers there bloom; 2381|The winds that blow 2381|Will touch her hair 2381|With silvery kiss; 2381|And she will smile, 2381|And he will talk-- 2381|"What did that dream mean?" 2381|And I will find, 2381|While he is there, 2381|A new one,-- 2381|A dream 2381|That he would show 2381|To me, 2381|And show 2381|A vision 2381|That I should hear 2381|And that I should see. 2381|He would kiss 2381|A stranger's face; 2381|And I should wake 2381|And wonder, 2381|Oh, where 2381|And why 2381|A dream 2381|Would be 2381|With my lips 2381|Over his, 2381|Over his chin 2381|To see 2381|How my love lived. 2381|"Hush, hush!" 2381|The windy night 2381|With its heavy rain 2381|Made my flesh weak. 2381|The silver light 2381|On the dark trees 2381|Was soft as love. 2381|The windy night 2381|With rain and silence 2381|Made my flesh dull, 2381|And my blood slip. 2381|The night wind whispered, 2381|"Wilt thou be mine?" 2381|And I answered, 2381|"I am thine, 2381|My love, if I 2381|Love thee--love too much!" 2381|"Tuscan nightingale," I said, 2381|"Tell me, is it then, 2381|Is this your song of love, 2381|Song of your magic hand, 2381|Can this be your true love, 2381|Wake, wake again, 2381|Dream, dream, dream, 2381|If so, my lover, then 2381|I am thine, O Greek, O Greek! 2381|It was only some homing bird 2381|O'er the forest edge; 2381|A small lowish black wing, 2381|Wired all with yellow and blue, 2381|Came and touched me; and when I woke, 2381|I heard the song. 2381|It was only the nightingale, 2381|Waking by the window-pane, 2381|I knew it, the lover bird, 2381|Hearing the love call. 2381|And the moon and the star shone down: 2381|"Beware, my little Nightingale, 2381|Of that black bird over your window. 2381|Who loves his little nightingale?" 2381|I knew the song as it was breathed: 2381|I knew the answer, too: 2381|And all was hushed in the moonlight, 2381|And silence hushed in the star, 2381|And one hand folded in her breast, 2381|And the other's white mouth opened ======================================== SAMPLE 46820 ======================================== 1008|with which the world is slop'd: to whom I answer'd: 1008|"Thou fellow-mortal! I come no hurt, but come 1008| purely to scourge him. He wounds me not with words, 1008|but in the hand; so that thou shalt suffice 1008|for thy purpose." Then he gave me in charge 1008|To go upon my way, and I left him there 1008|Swift as a snake, and accordingly within 1008|Three Passes I journey'd, o'er which the sun 1008|Hid his four wheels. As the Re, that moves the fleet 1008|Stars around the shining central chair, 1008|With orient light the unyielding ice 1008|Takes in return for light, that gives them heat; 1008|Thus with the lightning reacheth the river, 1008|With light bound he makes it onward, and the less 1008|It shifts, the farther it goes. The first wheel 1008|Of thek then, whirling me along, had reach'd 1008|The midmost, when the wave, that from beneath 1008|Populated the with cool fresh wave, arose, 1008|And with the water cool'd my feet. I look'd, I wonder'd, 1008|And with both eyes a fire was in me ' 1008|Which drew me to the light. To know why such 1008|Is the custom not strange, let us inquire: 1008|And who these dwellers in the silver-stream, 1008|As if their hearts were set on more powerful things, 1008|Than I their doctrine, led to doubt if these 1008|Were things of minist'ring or of fleeting life. 1008|The neighbourhood we reach'd; and "Thee," said to me, 1008|Those angelic sparks, therefore visit me 1008|With truthful light." With that word I my steps set 1008|All ready on their way, and stedfast passed 1008|Through that mysterious heat, that from their looks 1008| Embraced and stayed. "So to faith, dear sir! be 1008|Your manhood with our mine," forthwith I heard 1008|The highth of sov dovelike, and my voice 1008|Bore hence in tune along the mellow sweep 1008|Produced by theiss they gave. O handy lay 1008|Of love! to make me ever tuneful of thy verse! 1008|That lay so tuneful, in each art, e'en now 1008|Espeth still the same adaptive power, 1008|That gave it to the hearing, when above 1008|The Aonian grange I held mine eyes. 1008|Whence thou: but know, that, wherever thou go, 1008|Lies other undertaking with thee, than 1008|Thou think'st. A city of ours is in Apulia, 1008|Driven off for gold by force, and there with others 1008|Do forced to dwell, to work for them their hire; 1008|So are thy citizens by conquest or by sale. 1008|The rights of kings thy suppliant shall be, 1008|If any hopes are in thee such as these." 1008|Such tone the tidings had, of sov'reign power, 1008|Had not the time, that appear'd, interrupt my song. 1008|Tidings like these might give the warrior-gods 1008|Excuse for naming you "gang," but you yourselves 1008|Shall not be pitied: for to all hearts 1008|Extortion is evil, and this band shall pay. 1008|If there had been cause for your wonder, there 1008|Had been some thereto; but place and time will 1008|And fate, to you of right cognizance impart. 1008|I did not covet vaunting so to speak, 1008|But of those loud huzzas thus in ire began, 1008|As ye shall know, if your recycles be just. 1008|These political stones have in their cradle 1008|The negative form of Democracy, 1008|Which, being form'd, assumes for masters also 1008|That power which there is in them vested: 1008|And absolute monarchies, such as are feature'd 1008|In God's first image, ======================================== SAMPLE 46830 ======================================== 2732|And every night he told them tales 2732|Of dames he'd loved and dames he'd cheated, 2732|And how they putty-mouthed when they went to bed, 2732|And how they'd sung and jingled so 2732|When they came out to tea again, 2732|And how it was a joy to keep company 2732|With such a darling as he was! 2732|One Sunday morning Jack Sparrow set out, 2732|Sailing the river through the dawning grey; 2732|With the lark from out the wooded land-- 2732|The sun came faint on Egg-nose's mound, 2732|And he saw the far tall poplar tall, 2732|And the little old house his eye would thrid. 2732|And o'er the moorland as he looked, 2732|He saw the tall blue lily rise, 2732|The yellow daffodil come down 2732|And hang the evening feast--and look 2732|Over the waters with her eyes. 2732|"What lovely lilies!" he thought, 2732|And smiled and touched his ship with flag: 2732|"How lovely they will grow 2732|To summer's warm wind and white, 2732|And all their lives to be 2732|Brought up so fine a salad!" 2732|But still, though he was quite alone, 2732|He sailed and watched till twilight-tide, 2732|And then his boat would moan as it tossed, 2732|And then his crew would stand and say, 2732|"God save us, Robin, for thee!" 2732|He saw a white and trembling shape 2732|Over the river, near the shore, 2732|Gazing from out the window brown: 2732|She stood before his very door, 2732|And looked at him with her eyes. 2732|His heart went "Will she no come to town?" 2732|His breath came quick, his eyes grew bright, 2732|His boat went up with silver din, 2732|And all his crew sang "Robin, Robin!" 2732|But though the day was dreary, 2732|The clouds rolled dim away, 2732|And it glinted black against the skies, 2732|And all the woodlands rang 2732|With larkings over his head, 2732|And birds were tuning on every tree-- 2732|And yet he watched it not an hour. 2732|And then at midnight dark the train 2732|Came in on its black-blue way, 2732|And he beheld the lily white, 2732|And the daffodil aflame; 2732|And heard the blackbird so rare 2732|The wind came through the leaves, 2732|And heard the robin in his cage 2732|Where thrushes were; 2732|Till all his soul was aching 2732|For she would not be at all! 2732|And then it seemeth certain 2732|And fast, and fast, and fast, 2732|The hour draws on away, 2732|And he would fain await the day, 2732|And sleep a little while. 2732|And now he beareth through the wood, 2732|And now he beareth through, 2732|And now he beareth to the village, 2732|And now he beareth home. 2732|And on it busily, 2732|And on it soon, 2732|And ever, ever down the lanes, 2732|The robin, the virelone, 2732|And all the flock he beareth home, 2732|All well fed and warm. 2732|He looketh out to see 2732|What will betide to-morrow, 2732|Though he be sure to go 2732|With the last leaf of last year's leaf 2732|Fallen from the tree. 2732|For though the leaves be few, 2732|He has a goody-many 2732|Wherein to store his bestardings, 2732|And he beareth homeward as cheerily 2732|As he was drawn. 2732|A few days he hath been here, 2732|And many more, besides, 2732|That it was just I'd heard thereof, 2732| ======================================== SAMPLE 46840 ======================================== 18396|And the sweetest notes of the lark, 18396|That are ringing in the ear 18396|Of our love, the while we love. 18396|Oh! the day when first we heard, 18396|The sweet music of the sea; 18396|Oh! that day my heart was warm, 18396|The sweet sounds among the skies, 18396|I thought them the voice of heaven, 18396|And thought, my heart was heaven too. 18396|Now our pleasures are the while 18396|But a shadow, and a cloud; 18396|'Tis a weary world in heaven, 18396|Oh! joy is a burden now. 18396|The bright eyes that love thee so, 18396|Now they look in vain for thee; 18396|Yet I think I can divine 18396|My darling's voice and smile. 18396|Oh, what is that to thee? the day 18396|When, though I am thy slave, 18396|Yet I feel a pang for thee 18396|And a wish to fly and love. 18396|'Mid the hills where the hawthorn blows, 18396|I hear thy voice and thy sighs; 18396|And I, too, will hear thee then, 18396|Nor be to me a slave. 18396|Tho' the sun of my life seem 18396|A dream that is now sped, 18396|Yet I know that thy sweet sighs 18396|Will bring me again to thee; 18396|Oh, I dare not be to thee 18396|A dream or a thought in heaven; 18396|For the thought that is the sun 18396|Will shine so more bright to me! 18396|Oh, may Love that is not mine 18396|And the world of his full grace, 18396|Be my world and the world 18396|That he loves in his love. 18396|Come as you come you're so fair, 18396|You'r like the blooming rose, 18396|You'r like her silver cord, 18396|Or her diamond chain. 18396|I can not decide yet, 18396|But will be certain for you, 18396|Until the setting sun, 18396|And its eternal light, 18396|That is never more, 18396|Shall bid adown the sky, 18396|The clouds that veil my joy. 18396|Where'er you seem to me, 18396|I cannot choose but fear you, 18396|Lest you but mock my tears; 18396|Come out and rescue me, 18396|Come to my love again. 18396|Sweet as summer's dew, 18396|Branching my bosom on 18396|With the passion of you, 18396|Gentle, kind-hearted, 18396|With you in my arms. 18396|In the dale a white rose tree 18396|Spread its branches bare, 18396|And a laugh from my lips came-- 18396|Dear love, I am thine! 18396|When the sun doth sinking look, 18396|And night doth close her doors, 18396|To th' heart's joy we fling the bower, 18396|And sleep, the poor bird, lies fast asleep. 18396|Dear Love, when in the air 18396|It doth seem to me 18396|A leaf that sings to the eye, 18396|On which the light's bright ray 18396|Of crimson flush doth gleam, 18396|Oh, then I sleep, and in sleep 18396|My bosom seems for you to rest, 18396|And all my thoughts sleep soundly there. 18396|While sleep doth still her wings on high, 18396|And sweet birds sing to rest, 18396|Then comes this peace to my spirit, 18396|Or when I wake in darkness bright, 18396|And the stars do weep in silence wide-- 18396|Then you are close by my side again. 18396|Oh, you were so near! 18396|It is a long, long way. 18396|I am weary and ill 18396|Where do you rove, sweet love, 18396|To seek for me there? 18396|In other lands, and far, far away, 18396|My love from thee: 18396|When sun ======================================== SAMPLE 46850 ======================================== 8187|From this young day 8187|It seems to me, 8187|While still in its infancy, 8187|It will not have passed for a day. 8187|Thou hast, my brother, 8187|By my advice, 8187|And my own humble way, 8187|Suffered much to see 8187|That _thou_ wert awake enough 8187|To give this gift to me. 8187|I was, indeed, a little restless 8187|That night; 8187|And thus for hours I have lain 8187|In a dream, 8187|Watching the stars come out, 8187|And then leave, like lamps, unlit. 8187|But, by the time of day, 8187|I am sure, 8187|With the first faint bright gleam, 8187|I was too tired to dream. 8187|I saw thro' the glassy 8187|And twilight sky, 8187|In a bright form appear 8187|A young maid of the earth, 8187|As fresh as the dew-- 8187|Oh, had I seen that face before? 8187|And tho' I _seem_ to see, 8187|Her form is so new, 8187|One sure knows she must be fair, 8187|When she so sweet is-- 8187|Such sweetness I ne'er could share, 8187|Or e'er my heart began 8187|To cherish a sweet thought so much; 8187|And tho' we are in love, 8187|There's something in that sweet heart 8187|Afeard to be stirred, 8187|As tho' the light and glow 8187|Of other lovers' eyes should glow. 8187|And tho' thou wert as fair 8187|As those rare eyes thy love 8187|Can only with delight 8187|To that which they are, offend; 8187|Yet didst thou wrong us all; 8187|In short, so _some_ of us 8187|Did, in that dear hour, 8187|Be pleased to see thee, thou dear, 8187|Young maid, so pure, so bright. 8187|But, by thy blush of pleasure, 8187|In some strange way 8187|Thou break'st, in life's summer hour, 8187|The golden rule-- 8187|Of the perfect, pure bliss 8187|To which all maids are bound. 8187|'Twas in the first night of that April, 8187|That all the world was still; 8187|And on the quiet, midnight, 8187|I dreamed that Love was nigh: 8187|And from the silent world of sorrow, 8187|All rose to arms and ran. 8187|All, who throughout the summer had wept 8187|And all had prayed with one accord, 8187|The love, the hope and the plight, 8187|And, in a silent tear, 8187|Waked the spirit of their longing-- 8187|To seek their souls and die. 8187|And soon, as my sweet Love was near, 8187|From the dark, gloomy shadows I 8187|Caught and found the warm light 8187|Of a smile at my side on her cheek. 8187|I soon returned and drew 8187|My lute, from the chamber so dark. 8187|And so, I sung this verse,-- 8187|"Ah, Love, I am not afraid, 8187|"Nor happy am I henceforth." 8187|The moon, from her silver heaven, 8187|Came down upon my cell, 8187|And she shone o'er Love and her love too so bright 8187|That, as I listened to her light on my heart. 8187|Oh, what is love's bright star-shine, 8187|When all around it is dark? 8187|That shines but for ourselves to behold, 8187|And dies by degrees as we go, thro' the years! 8187|Oh, what is youth, when 'tis left behind, 8187|And its joys when forgotten and slain? 8187|The light that shines at its best, in its prime 8187|Is but a gaudy, fleeting, transient gleam. 8187|When its rays of delight, as its rainbow are ======================================== SAMPLE 46860 ======================================== 19385|The little flower, O! the little flower, 19385|That gars my heart with joy to beat. 19385|I've heard how early in my life, 19385|I loved the little white flower, 19385|And, as I ne'er could reach my gun, 19385|My heart was proud of her. 19385|But ah! I fain would now the moor 19385|Beneath her father's loom; 19385|So 'tween her mother's back and mine, 19385|I soon would 'a' be slain. 19385|The wily flower will smile to see 19385|That I her heart can hurt-- 19385|She smiles her bonny green to see 19385|I'm safe from death in bed. 19385|But ah! what will it be to die 19385|On the white flower's bosom-garden? 19385|My bonny green to nane 19385|Is dear to poor men's souls, dear to nane, 19385|And sweet to them shall it be: 19385|It is the dear thing they seek to bind, 19385|And bring them back, though far away. 19385|I would the little flower wade in 19385|And kiss the mother's knee; 19385|The bonny bonny bonny flower, 19385|It was an earthly love, 19385|To a fairer world, 19385|And it shall stay still by its own streamlet now, 19385|And wend its merry way; 19385|And I shall see 19385|The bonnie bonnie flower come hame to the bowers, 19385|An' its bonnie bonniest bud unfroze by in mirth-- 19385|But never a morrow, 19385|For it's long since it's wended its earthly way, 19385|An' it's long since i' th' race. 19385|I'll ne'er say I saw the bonny flower 19385|Its native grassy meads, 19385|I will ne'er cry its praise at a distant hour, 19385|For I'm far awa'. 19385|But I'll say, when the summer leaves are green on it, 19385|I've seen its humble sweete, 19385|And the bonnie bonniest bud unfroze by in mirth-- 19385|But never a morrow, 19385|For it's long since it's wended its earthly way, 19385|An' it's long since i' the races. 19385|I'll ha'e a song, I'll sing of an apple tree, 19385|An' a ripe ane bonnie brier tree, 19385|When I'm gaun to yon dear mother house where I lie, 19385|To tell her I loved the bonniest bud on it. 19385|I'll ne'er sing another song, I'll ne'er sing a new, 19385|For my heart is glad and my heart is gladder when 19385|I maun be talking with mother to-day. 19385|But when I sing the dear little bonniest bud, 19385|I'll sing this song to thee, my bonnie little bud, 19385|And then--if it's true--may you and thou be, 19385|For the bonnie bonnie flower on it was dear! 19386|The following translations are from the author's own 19386|Memoranda for an English-Speaking Society 19386|"The Muse is still unshorn," quoth she again, 19386|"But now it wears and takes the fairest crowns. 19386|"_Muse! muse!_"--in the words of a former verse--" 19386|"Oh, listen! 'tis a sweet voice to hear, 19386|And it is like a fairy's lute-tone. 19386|For when does beauty shine so clear, 19386|So clear as when it smiles so bright? 19386|And when is bloom so sweet and good, 19386|That it can shine no more forever." 19386|This is the little Book of Poems with a title that will stand the 19386|"What wonder I to see 19386|Such a lovely Book! so small and sweet! 19386|And yet, I longed to read it wide 19386|O'er lands and nations. I ======================================== SAMPLE 46870 ======================================== 24269|With all the rest, and thus address'd. 24269|Oh, goddess-born! thy wrath, not mine, shall find 24269|No vent or stay; I will myself 24269|Be witness, herald of the will 24269|Of Pallas, and all other powers 24269|Unseen to mortal eye. He saith, 24269|And well shall be his promise prove, 24269|To whom a son the Hero's bed shall share 24269|From me, and from whom a son shall bear 24269|An illustrious race of sons renown'd. 24269|He said, and o'er the bed extended 24269|To his own Sire, extending, next, 24269|A noble couch on the immortals spread, 24269|With silver double, for a canopy 24269|Pressing his head, and on his bosom wrapt. 24269|Then to the son of Peleus stood forth, 24269|The Hero and his noble sire, the both 24269|Sleeping; neither tongue nor clamour spread 24269|That either saw to rest till dawn of day. 24269|Then, both, in voice profound, as both may, 24269|Assured them of their coming home. 24269|O Queen! from whom the will of all be known, 24269|And what the gods the Gods may be, 24269|Propitious be to Telemachus! 24269|Then thus, Eumæus' son, Ulysses, spake. 24269|My mother, where am I? where is my sire? 24269|Heard I my mother's voice, nor could I hear 24269|Her kindly voice, than where she bade me stand 24269|Upon the threshold of my mother's house, 24269|A fruitful gift that she had bestowed, 24269|The fruit, at least, of years remote, 24269|As, at the sacred Olympic games, 24269|The prize which she bestowed for her son. 24269|But, when from Troy the ships had borne us, 24269|And, hastening homeward, we had crossed 24269|The Stygian streams, behold, in that same litter, 24269|My mother, with the mother-in-law, 24269|And one fair girl, all beautiful and fair 24269|As sunbeams, the other's spouse had sit. 24269|Then, seeing me reclined, the mother said, 24269|And, weeping, thus the aged man began. 24269|My son! my son! what is thy fate with her, 24269|A dame unwed, thy father afar? 24269|She, by a curse of Tyndarean Jove, 24269|Cometh hither; for no mortal man, 24269|Being of godlike race in battle-field, 24269|May hope to survive with her, his wife 24269|And children; and of them all thou know'st 24269|My husband's name, Penelope. 24269|I spake no word, but to the couch she sprang, 24269|Whence she had no return, but now is come 24269|With weeping eyes, and, in her anguish, sighs 24269|For him long gone, whom now, as they go forth, 24269|Most of her thoughts are on Eurynome. 24269|Wast thou of all the Gods in heaven, thus changed? 24269|Thou know'st that men in human form are mortal, 24269|And the earth and all its things of toil 24269|And sorrow is the lot of all; but they, 24269|Though mortal, are not born again, nor shall 24269|Their years run over, nor shall the days go on 24269|They were in life like us, all beautiful, 24269|And had all their wish'd-for youth, but Fortune now 24269|Their happy days in endless years shall pass. 24269|Thus, speaking, stood they silent. The old man, 24269|Gravely retiring, heard his son; and then 24269|With the old man's garment coverlet the 24269|Eumæus and the hair-cloth's cover 24269|He wiped with a new cloth, for to their home 24269|He took them; nor did he then retire, 24269|But, quick descending, with his shoulder straight 24269|Pushed them to earth, both ======================================== SAMPLE 46880 ======================================== 1728|be the fruit of thy harp, to the end whereof 1728|truly thou wouldst sing it; and so from the day 1728|that it was set for me to take my journey on the 1728|sweeping sea-way, until now, I have not sung it, 1728|for even then I was not ready." 1728|Then Telemachus made answer, and spake to him 1728|dear: 'Sir, verily no part of thy marriage woes 1728|I would that thou tell to me, or that I might 1728|find such a harp in our halls; and I would fain 1728|know about our other wooings, whether we have seen 1728|any one in the land of the Phaeacians, in 1728|this house, by sea or land, who can make us merry 1728|in the halls and drink costly wines, or who is wise and 1728|well informed about all our goodly deeds. Even now, 1728|if thou shouldst desire, I would tell thee about 1728|the wedding of the wooers in the land of the 1728|Phaeacians, at the wedding of Antiphates and his 1728|brave son, called Phaethon, and in the very act of 1728|bidding him good-will and bidding him set forth, 1728|hath killed the godlike son of Aeolus, 1728|in his own house and in his own dear father's house 1728|and made him flee away.' 1728|This was how the wooers spake, and the proud wooers 1728|were silent. But the steadfast goodly Odysseus, 1728|the slayer of Argos, spake among them: 1728|'Yea, they lie: but even so I will not tell thee 1728|all my story: for no man ever in his lifetime 1728|can tell a tale as great as this, so great a thing 1728|and of such vast issue. Therefore I will not tell it 1728|outright; but of a truth I tell it in such guise 1728|as my mother told it to me. 1728|As when of old upon the river-side the fowls build 1728|their hollows and their little flocks, of whom the 1728|frightening wind drives after them, and their little flock 1728|clothes for flight; so the Argives made a fleet of spearmen 1728|and selled them at eve, and saddled many a goodly steed, 1728|and girded their bright helmets, and rode out from the 1728|city forth to the shore, the swiftest of all that ride 1728|the sea, that they may catch them some prey, even at the 1728|bidding of Telemachus, and bring them soon enough to his 1728|own country. So they drew off from the host of the 1728|Phaeacians an hundred and twenty ships, and the rest 1728|they left behind; but they had bound full fast upon 1728|them, and the ships were fast bound, and they hoped to 1728|seduce the wooers through cunning. Now they would have 1728|taken the sea-caves along the strand, and they should 1728|have found them out and perished, and the rest were left 1728|to fain go down from the shore from the ships, and there 1728|they might have been drowned, and no man thereafter would 1728|defraud them, nor ask for aught of their company. Now 1728|Odysseus, so it was that he had come to see how they 1728|did carry off the spoils of the strangers; for one of 1728|the wooers, 1728|Menelaus, a man of the stranger host, had been wont to 1728|go up unto him in the forenoon, where he sat and abode 1728|in a cave, and he saw Telemachus by our ships in a cave, while 1728|the other wooers were feasting and drinking. Now Odysseus 1728|knew the wooers, and spake among them without speaking one 1728|to the other: 1728|'Come hither, you fellows, now that your revel hour is 1728|come, and that your good dames with gold and raiment 1728|are sitting at ======================================== SAMPLE 46890 ======================================== 5185|Here the maidens come, and leave their seats, 5185|Shatter their vessels to form a circle 5185|O'er the water-doorways of the Northland. 5185|With their equal numbers evermore 5185|Shadows arise, and sunbeam glints, 5185|Shadows vanish, sunbeams lighten, 5185|And a soft and dreamy air arises 5185|Over the ships of voyagers 5185|From the islands of Wainola, 5185|Over the isles of the Iáswater. 5185|When the host of the magician, Lemminkainen, 5185|Hungry and famished, starved and faint, 5185|Hastened to the lonely waterfall, 5185|Quick he sought a supper in the forest, 5185|Quick he filled his water-tight vessels, 5185|Dishes laid by his famished shoulders, 5185|Water brought by loveliest maidens, 5185|Bought with gems and golden wares. 5185|Farther, farther, Lemminkainen journeyed, 5185|Pleasant the journey of the reckless suitor, 5185|Through perpetual summer evening, 5185|Through the moonlit, starlit, winter mornings, 5185|Through the weeks and months of summer; 5185|Pleasant far the journey of the hero, 5185|When he reached his Ithaca home. 5185|In his house sat the magic suitor, 5185|Sat the devious, envious suitor; 5185|He his basket filled with numerous 5185|Delicious viands sweet and tender; 5185|Spake at first with halting accents, 5185|These at last pronounced tolerant: 5185|"Bring me now, master of my dwelling, 5185|Basket full of viands good and stately, 5185|All of these, that I may eat and drink them, 5185|Eat and drink of the purest milk of E-hing; 5185|Eat the poppy-petals, flowers of Paradise, 5185|Of the lotus-flower I will give thee, 5185|Spikenard of the lotus-tree also; 5185|I will give thee spiced milk-of-asphalt, 5185|Splendour of the heavens I will give thee, 5185|I will give thee aether-water, 5185|For a beverage plenty of good things, 5185|From the healing of the weary, 5185|For a draught of sovereign healthfulness, 5185|For the soul of every weary one." 5185|Then the master, quick disarming, 5185|Brought the wild-brier balsamick blessing, 5185|Brought the magic balsam of Northland, 5185|Gave the balsam of the healing balsam, 5185|In the crystal bowl enshrined Northland, 5185|From her long-lost Shingaphia's numbing, 5185|From her healing arts of evil. 5185|When the balsam brought the balsam good 5185|To the well-filled, magic lungs of Lemminkainen, 5185|Then the hero, wild-west-blessed suitor, 5185|Drew his broad and beauteous finger-tips 5185|Against the mortar of his breast, 5185|Toward the tap of Lemminkainen 5185|Thus he spoke in magic routing: 5185|"Drink, O mermaid, drink of healthfulness, 5185|Health and sweetness from the brackens, 5185|Drink ye of the milk of ocean, 5185|Drink of Tapio's long-legged daughter; 5185|Herbs and juices to your bowls add, 5185|Honey and spice from the island; 5185|From the tender berry on the mountain, 5185|Seeds and berries abundant; 5185|From your beauteous fields and fruitful, 5185|Bring I here a draught of richest wine, 5185|From your healing doctor, Tapio, 5185|Bring I here the wine of healing, 5185|Whole-lamb, and liver of the Lord." 5185|Louhi, hostess of the Great North Region, 5185|Thus replied to wild-mer husbandman: 5185|"I will drink thy health in ======================================== SAMPLE 46900 ======================================== 1745|Of each his strength, he from thence may know 1745|His own; not he from her whose heart he spares, 1745|And in the bargain deals the worst voluptuous blow. 1745|The Sun, as he begins to lower his dewty Beam, 1745|Implies his not yet half done, for the horizon keeps 1745|His great paraboloid, with baser Iron border; 1745|And the gray Cock (beating his low, dull flut), 1745|Proceeds, distracted, to his dreary nest; 1745|While the proud Vessels sit in a lately unco ferred Row, 1745|Lest e're they rue their cheating of the King of Kings. 1745|Then took she, that emmetre, which the Sun 1745|Had for her charm, and hid in pearles of light; 1745|Which to them lent Angelice, that day neer 1745|Blue sky did bring forth a ray of radiant light, 1745|And neither clouds nor skies had e're but shepheards that night. 1745|Now had she taken her leave of him, and passed 1745|Unto the other, of more worth and face, 1745|Whose shiner than his was more serene and meek, 1745|More mellow lute, than that which her right Honour knew; 1745|Both of them sweet, and both of them gentle born: 1745|The onely meriment, whose great love should make 1745|All heaven to rend her lippings with all o're the earth 1745|And farr abroad; but here they tumbled down 1745|With all the rest, and wittily up to fight 1745|Duke Ayres' self, with his great men of France, 1745|And to their wonder brought, and there behold 1745|Such wonder on them all: yet their surprise 1745|Made much of this, and held not back the joy: 1745|For as they stood, and no great distance off 1745|Came the wondering and loud-lamenting sound, 1745|Yet such in sound and kind, the passing flame 1745|Did from the other seeming coming seem 1745|More fierce than fiery, and of hotter hue; 1745|Hence it alway seemd, that they two were come 1745|To battle in that war, the which no man 1745|Can guess; that all his fate in that should change 1745|With that which he betwarteth, and dispossess 1745|His bliss and his delux: for that they did 1745|Engage in active war, and not in passive, 1745|Love, which hath the foundation of all peace. 1745|At what time peace or war may be, is hard to know, 1745|Whose example is the sun, but Love the centre 1745|Of the heavenly bodies and frames of all things. 1745|For whether peace or war be betwixt them set, 1745|Time cannot slip. Let chance it may alter, and 1745|From thence arise new motion; but to change 1745|The nature of a sun, with his divine influence, 1745|With such a competing influence, doth cause 1745|Diffusion and perturbation of the spheres. 1745|Love is the cause how inanimate doth grow 1745|Harmonious; and in accord with his will, 1745|That ever warreth with tumults and with wars 1745|Of the great Almighty; therefore they that reign 1745|In this our globe with him, with his commotion 1745|And tumult do mix and intermix their sway. 1745|For lo! he who doth rule the universe, and all 1745|His marchings into being from the beginning, 1745|In behalf of Love did man establish be; 1745|And for his safety against every foe 1745|Doth use all his strength, and all his art his aid. 1745|So might ye see a mighty army rise, 1745|To do God's works good, and his commands 1745|Enlighten labour less; so might ye see, 1745|Against the world, Love's army was all armd, 1745|And every good design was with the sword. 1745|Love's works were then performed to perfection, 1745|And his great heart so gladdened, that it overflowed ======================================== SAMPLE 46910 ======================================== 8672|Like a new-born morn, from out a golden haze, 8672|That rose from her green bosom to her eyes, 8672|Sweet light of her heart, like some great, dreamy bird, 8672|That sought and found no mate in all her flight, 8672|She bent her golden brows and watched the dew, 8672|And, gazing, smiled: "I have waked to kiss it, dear; 8672|And if, of mortal feeling, I was strong, 8672|Oh, what a miracle was that sweet lute! 8672|"Oh, what a miracle the golden music made! 8672|It might have thrilled the human ear with ease, 8672|Had not a heavy, mortal sense, too frail, 8672|Of evil time its restless wanderings tamed 8672|By that sweet music. But it mingled with good, 8672|As man's life mingles with the fairest day; 8672|And that is why my heart so long has gazed 8672|On thee, and on that lute; for well I know 8672|The earth and all its treasures must be thine, 8672|I only wore a different garment there. 8672|"Thou shalt be as I be; and, like a rose 8672|In Eden that is blushing to declare, 8672|Thy fragrance on the wings of heaven shall float, 8672|And every flower reveal their little hearts, 8672|And angels of the air, unhampered nigh, 8672|Shed down on earth their fragrance--you to me, 8672|I only, know that thou wert made for heaven; 8672|Not as I was made; for man like a lute 8672|Makes of itself all harmony, and this 8672|Meant so much to me. Thou wert shaped to be 8672|A charm to make me like thee, and to wake 8672|My love like beauty, all its songs like rays 8672|From morning's morning and from evening's shade, 8672|And to behold my love without a tear, 8672|And on thy lips that smiled and on thy form 8672|That I loved most and thought it most divine." 8672|Oh! how the tears were blowing, and her eyes 8672|Faded as she turned above her in thought, 8672|And looked upon that face so pure and bright, 8672|Like a lost child's, and then, like one who wept 8672|With all her heart in vaguest sadness sighed, 8672|To sigh again and sigh again and say: 8672|"I loved you but too well that I could not bear 8672|To look upon that face and then turn away; 8672|My love was in that heart, for I had found 8672|My love in it, and if you had not loved me, 8672|I could not have loved you." 8672|"But I loved you, dear, my love was in that heart, 8672|My soul in thee!--oh, well, I never knew 8672|What love my little tender heart so well 8672|And art to thee: but I know that thou didst feel 8672|And know it all by heart; oh happy wretch! 8672|Thou wert not made for love, and as this face 8672|In memory was as light and as the skies, 8672|So may thy soul be bright, thy soul be blest, 8672|And love so near thy happy place of birth, 8672|Its own first mother be; and though thy face 8672|Wore not the light of Heaven's face, and yet it was 8672|A face I loved, it still might be. I could bear 8672|No heart but had to love thee, sweet, I knew 8672|Such love is Heaven's, and I feared to look 8672|On what so pale and distant. I have learned 8672|That tears are tears, though love is loving too. 8672|And though thy little, little tears were gone, 8672|I am not mad at God, but am afraid 8672|To think his love could so be very dear 8672|To have been yours. If but thy heart could understand 8672|What kind of worth He meant who said the earth 8672|Was worthy to be the mother of mankind, 8672|Thou might'st have seen thy ======================================== SAMPLE 46920 ======================================== 19221|I see, I see, 19221|Ye see? 19221|How the wild wind round her breath'd, 19221|And blew o'er me and o'er you, 19221|How round our little island rang 19221|The voice of shout and clamour, 19221|How shrill St Hilbert's raven cried 19221|Between the moorfogs deep. 19221|In dreams that ye shall grieve for, 19221|In dreams that ye shall fear, 19221|On the dead sea-beasts I have heard 19221|Their merry din; 19221|The shrimplest finches on the surge 19221|Danced 'twixt the billows gray; 19221|And the whitest sea-lion soart 19221|Was but a little lamb. 19221|With her yellow tresses streaming 19221|From neck to end like light, 19221|And black eyes shining in the moon 19221|She seemed a butterfly; 19221|Though she was all that man has ever known 19221|Was given by the book. 19221|And what do I with a dream? 19221|I cover 't with shades and light, 19221|And mend a fit abodon dark 19221|And keep it safe from sun; 19221|I mend till sleep begin to seem 19221|But a dream too good to last; 19221|I mend it safe from sight of day 19221|And give it to the moon. 19221|Yet when at length the month is done 19221|And I am chamberl for to view 19221|The glorious brighten on the sky 19221|And the sea break on the shore, 19221|I take my pretty little son 19221|And tuck him under my arm, 19221|And down the stairs at a small pace 19221|I down and down did braid him, 19221|And when I walkt down the walk 19221|I stuck my toe in the puddock-pot 19221|That stood in the water hard by, 19221|And when the bath was cold did dive 19221|With a small splash to thaw me, 19221|As doggs stick to the pegs, or when 19221|The clothes hang up hanging down; 19221|And when I came to the washing 19221|I stuck my toe in the puddock-stalk 19221|That stood in the washing-tub. 19221|And when I came to the scrubbing 19221|I stuck my toe in the soap-tub; 19221|And when I came to the wiping 19221|I stuck my toe in mire-mix; 19221|And when I came to the scrubbing-brush 19221|I stuck my toe in the lather, 19221|And when I came to the thickening 19221|I stuck my toe in the soot; 19221|And when to the end of my tether 19221|I knelt and put my hand in, 19221|I felt a little heat on me 19221|That all the water left and stood still, 19221|And a little heat on me 19221|That burn'd the deepest shade: 19221|A little heat as from a flame 19221|That kindles in the air. 19221|The water cools as if it loved 19221|To find a snug-fitting grave 19221|Beneath the hill's balanchine breast, 19221|And the hill's shadow was a shroud 19221|As white as milk. 19221|And then I saw in the distance 19221|A little brown dog sitting up 19221|In the shade that clothe'd him quite, 19221|While the little brown dog sat down 19221|In his great wiseness. 19221|The dog sat up all bare, and straight 19221|The little brown dog started to his feet 19221|For he felt himself much less abashed 19221|Than he felt at first. 19221|He jumped and stamped, and then he took 19221|And kicked against the tub, but soon he caught 19221|A glimpse--or rather heard-- 19221|Of the tall old man who sat in state 19221|Just opposite. 19221|The little brown dog heard him kick, 19221|And kicked against the tub, but still he found 19221|No place to lay his head ======================================== SAMPLE 46930 ======================================== 1287|But, in spite of this, I am but half inclined 1287|To think that this is a true, clear, certain case; 1287|For when I'm in it, all my thoughts run on 1287|Unto some dear creature,--some dear thing, I mean. 1287|How I love thee, dear! 1287|Then, when thou lov'st me, thou dost like indeed 1287|More than when I'm not loved,--thou dost give my eyes 1287|Praise as they have earned them, and, when I'm near thee, 1287|Seem I to speak what I could never, never move 1287|About thee; then I turn my thought to thee then 1287|In the same fashion, only with a deeper tone. 1287|O how I love thee, dear! 1287|Then, when thou lov'st me, thou dost like indeed 1287|More than when I'm not loved,--thou dost give my eyes 1287|Praise as they have earned thee, and, when I'm near thee, 1287|Seem I to speak what I could never, never move 1287|About thee; then I turn my thought to thee then 1287|In the same fashion, only with a deeper tone. 1287|So there lies 1287|A small, quiet cottage in a lonely place, 1287|Where no one sees it for it cannot stand up 1287|Against the air, nor say too loudly what a thing it is. 1287|The walls are in such wretched condition, 1287|One feels he'd like to sleep outside, but then, 1287|How strange it is that the sun, which shines so bright, 1287|Gives no other pleasure but--to dwell and to shine. 1287|How strange it is! 1287|How strange it is! 1287|O how am I at fault, poor soul, who, 1287|When other hearts seem to see and love me 1287|Who, then, my love hath done without me, 1287|Yet hath no pity upon my soul? 1287|How strange it is! 1287|O how am I at fault, poor soul! 1287|The love, I owe to him, is not from him; 1287|'Tis not from his heart, nor yet from me. 1287|How strange it is! 1287|O how am I at fault, poor soul! 1287|The love, I owe to he, is not from he; 1287|'Tis mine, and now he's gone away. 1287|How strange it is! 1287|O yea, and the love, 1287|How strange it is! 1287|Ye who know the joys of true love 1287|Who know the world's illusion; 1287|Who in this world have known the joys 1287|Of true love so beautiful. 1287|How strange it is! 1287|How strange I know! 1287|If but a true-love's word were given 1287|To give your woe and joy a birth, 1287|Yet would ye not believe them brought 1287|By human power,--my lips would speak 1287|Of things so true, that ye would hold them not 1287|As man's speech, but as heaven's own word. 1287|True-love's word, 1287|How strange it is! 1287|The love that's not from him 1287|Or man; that's the joy, 1287|That's nought from him, 1287|That keeps your heart's alive, 1287|As though it had his being. 1287|How strange it is! 1287|For, then, what is love? 1287|He's that whose glance 1287|The dawning sun 1287|With all his radiance hath wakened. 1287|How strange it is! 1287|O how am I at fault? 1287|The love, that's not from him, is not yet near me; 1287|The sight, and the long way I'm going, 1287|Yet I know there's one I'd fain welcome near me; 1287|But, O how am I at fault, 1287|The love that's not from him? 1287|Thou wilt not tell me 1287|The reason why, thou sweet maiden, ======================================== SAMPLE 46940 ======================================== 8187|'Mid the storm and fire of his dire feud, 8187|And the ruin of the city fled, 8187|Till with a fierce but calm defiance, 8187|He stood erect and fair as the day? 8187|Not so--'twas his own bright charm obscured 8187|That halo round his haggard brow. 8187|No--'twas the gloom which his dark eye cast 8187|O'er the scene where his soul dwelt--"THAT 8187|"My bright throne may seat before the storm-- 8187|"The storm may seize but mortally with loss-- 8187|"Tho' not the throne alone, tho' the rule 8187|"Of the bright heart on which I cherish this--" 8187|The cloud of cloud thus spoke,--and broke 8187|Asunder and fell, and, lo! 'twas gone! 8187|He stands with proud but calm delight, 8187|His soul all rapture and pure rage; 8187|Then, as the day grows dim and high, 8187|And all the storm has faded and dropt,-- 8187|"Now I behold a brighter light, 8187|"And shall claim it for mine own, O Death!" 8187|He says, but tears--not tears--here start, 8187|Mingled with sighings and full-blown tears, 8187|When the heart feels a strange, strong charm, 8187|That bids its sorrows be as vain. 8187|Yes, tears have been his lot before-- 8187|Nought could his sadness wash away, 8187|Or but to show how deep was turned 8187|The passion that drove them to shade; 8187|But now, his heart hath them all-- 8187|Sighs and tears, sighs and tears, they all 8187|Come down like dew upon his heart, 8187|And he can look into their light 8187|And see it melt into a smile. 8187|But still the cloud hath grown less clear, 8187|So looks he when all's ended now, 8187|And with his last last thro' his eyes 8187|He sighs out--"I'll die, before long, 8187|"Without the loss of a single jot 8187|"Of all that once so bright could be!" 8187|O Death! thou hast thy work to do-- 8187|Thou shalt behold from yon star that shines, 8187|As though for him a star had come, 8187|Whose shining breath might now illume 8187|His wandering soul in that world of dreams! 8187|But he, when he has done the best, 8187|The work that he was born to do-- 8187|Oh, Death, he may not in the end 8187|Remember how thy sweet and true 8187|Had come to him so late to me. 8187|_The King's Man._ 8187|A man is but an empty shade, 8187|That comes and goes along life's ways; 8187|Life's light is not his, nor short-- 8187|But long, and full, and fair, and long. 8187|As for his joys and sorrows here, 8187|I know them all, I've known them all; 8187|I know why flowers so white grow 8187|And why the grass grows green and tall. 8187|I have sat long at nigh the end 8187|And listened to the sound of waves 8187|Singing along the shore; 8187|And watched, too, the brown bee's honeyed song, 8187|And caught at gnats the shadows in the trees. 8187|But now, too true, a soul that long had lain 8187|In the moonlight, and the starlight too, 8187|Behold him at his work!-- 8187|A man is but an empty shade, 8187|That comes and goes along life's ways! 8187|And this he knows, as well as many;-- 8187|"Why is my eye with such a light 8187|"For so long a time along earth's ways? 8187|"Why should the world, 8187|"When to my soul such brightness brings 8187|"No joy but shame to be forgiven? 8187|"And is it thus the soul should speed ======================================== SAMPLE 46950 ======================================== 2487|Of your own life, 2487|Of all you are, my friends, of all you seem to be, 2487|All the little things 2487|That belong to you, 2487|Of all you strive for, 2487|Are mine, 2487|Of all you seem to, mine, mine, 2487|Of all you are, 2487|I am half yours; 2487|And in this we are glad, this making ourselves 2487|Part of the whole, 2487|This you, 2487|I am half you; 2487|My soul is half your soul, I take the whole, 2487|This you, 2487|I take the whole, 2487|What are you, my love, 2487|The dream that burns in my eyes, 2487|The voice that calls? 2487|I hear it in a song, 2487|It comes to me like a voice of some wild bird, 2487|And over us the flowers are calling. 2487|Something fills the room, it is not light, 2487|It is not music, it is not love, 2487|As when I lay beside you 2487|The sunlight, with a soul of flame. 2487|The dream that burns in my eyes! 2487|The rose of life draws near, 2487|And it grows older, and grows dainty 2487|In every flower. 2487|The dream that burns in my eyes! 2487|The sea in a wondrous wonder, 2487|The deep is the sky, the land all bright. 2487|Where do you go, beloved, 2487|When twilight falls, 2487|Across the dusk of dream 2487|To meet the coming dawn? 2487|Out where the leaves are shrivelling 2487|That in the garden grow, 2487|To listen when they whisper 2487|The tender tale of love. 2487|The sea in a wonder, 2487|The leaves in the green tree-trunk 2487|Are scattering the flowers, 2487|As if a breeze passed through, 2487|To kiss them, sweet and white. 2487|The sea in a wonder, 2487|The leaves in the green tree-trunk, 2487|The breeze in the bough is whispering, 2487|"I feel you, beloved, 2487|And over the world I see you, 2487|How soft, how swift, how bright!" 2487|The sea in a wonder, 2487|The leaves in the green tree-trunk. 2487|I come, I come, where you come, 2487|I shall not stay for the day. 2487|I will not go, beloved, 2487|But the day ends, and the night. 2487|And you are only the dawn-light, 2487|For still there is twilight to go. 2487|I shall not stay for the day, 2487|But I shall stand, and wait, and wait 2487|In the dark for the day that is no more. 2487|I have done all I can; 2487|I broke the vow 2487|That I had with you, 2487|In the world, at last; 2487|I will live to fulfil my fate 2487|And give my life 2487|In the dark, in the dark. 2487|But death that cannot end 2487|Is very peace, 2487|And I will live to fulfil my fate, 2487|And give my life 2487|In the dark, in the dark. 2487|You shall wear the crown, 2487|To meet with glory-- 2487|To pass with our pride, 2487|With our power, through the door, 2487|And to be made proud, 2487|With the gift of your smile, 2487|To keep you forever mine, 2487|With my love on your lips. 2487|You shall have the name! 2487|And you shall be great, 2487|In the light, in the dark, 2487|And you shall be my queen, 2487|With my heart on your lips. 2487|We shall climb and follow 2487|The red arch of a sun, 2487|For it is the road of love, 2487|And we shall be strong, 2487|With our strength ======================================== SAMPLE 46960 ======================================== 20586|Heigho, and now that there's no more fear, 20586|I'll sing a chanson from 'tis now no more. 20586|I'll sing a chanson from the place where I was born, 20586|That I long longed for, ever since I was born. 20586|It's the fair River Run that runs by 20586|Away down by the hill so called; 20586|And all alone in the stream, 20586|She sang, as she stood so still. 20586|I'm thinking, the air of my birth 20586|Had charms to me so fair and still; 20586|But the song, and the voice, I now long to hear, 20586|And she sings on; and still I cry. 20586|I'm thinking, when I look up by 20586|That hill where my mother used to be; 20586|And thinking of the old Run, 20586|And my mother,--I cry. 20586|There's nothing left to weep about, 20586|Or anything left to sing about, 20586|Or anything left that was so sweet, 20586|For to weep for is too much to say. 20586|But what then to do? 20586|For there's nothing left to write, 20586|Or anything that's dear to sing about, 20586|Or anything to say. 20586|For something better than to say, 20586|And something better than to weep about, 20586|Is to say never--all to weep, 20586|Or nothing be sweet about, 20586|And nothing be dear to sing about, 20586|And nothing be dear to be sung about. 20586|Weep not for the dead, for they that are in death must weep. 20586|For he that is most sorrowful, he is dead best. 20586|Howe'er the grave may be, the heart that is living must move. 20586|For he that is most sorrowful, he is dead best. 20586|Go to him seek not, 20586|He that's most sorrowful 20586|Is dead: 20586|Not he alone 20586|Who, after all, 20586|Is dead. 20586|Be not deceived, then; 20586|Heaven still doth bring 20586|A little comfort: 20586|All, all is better 20586|With men. 20586|Go to him seek not, 20586|He that's most sorrowful, 20586|Is dead; 20586|Not he alone 20586|Who, after all, 20586|Is dead. 20586|Go to him seek not, 20586|He that's most sorrowful, 20586|He's dead: 20586|Not he alone 20586|Who, after all, 20586|Is dead. 20586|When I recall those days 20586|That follow'd after years, 20586|When my lord's pride was crown'd, 20586|I recollect a while 20586|Lingers the refrain: 20586|Then, alas! alas! 20586|That refrain grows 20586|And remember'd feelings 20586|Ebb into dreams. 20586|Dreams of love and lust 20586|Dissolve and melt away, 20586|Bliss that never dies, 20586|But breathes perpetual, 20586|Sweet as breathing sea-breams, 20586|Serene remain. 20586|I remember the sea, 20586|I remember the sands that met, 20586|And in and out and all about 20586|The sand-sands, smooth and tall: 20586|How in the bright, white dawn-light 20586|The sea-gulls, flitting here and there, 20586|Like little, fleet departed sprites, 20586|Swooped and whispered at each other. 20586|How on the beach one sea-gull lay 20586|With his large green eyes aglow, 20586|And the sun, like golden wine, 20586|Rain'd from them, and the sand grew red! 20586|How, with how merry fluttering, 20586|And with music, air and touch, 20586|Around the sea there beat and whirled 20586|Dim shapes of things beloved of God, 20586|And I, half-wondering, saw between 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 46970 ======================================== 25281|I sing thy birth an' not thee; 25281|I cry unto the stars above thee, 25281|'Give me this day my wish!' 25281|But the sun is burning bright, 25281|My heart is in its joy, 25281|Oh, 'tis a day of bliss! 25281|Then I will sing an ode 25281|Till the stars are shining clear; 25281|If I then have learnt to love thee, 25281|Oh, I'll sing thy song a' round 25281|Until thy heart o'erflows, 25281|Sweet summer comes with its floods, 25281|And winter's darkest night is gone. 25281|Let me, then, a-roaming lie 25281|In the shade of the greenwood tree, 25281|From the morn to the evening tree, 25281|Through the world's glad dreams full oft! 25281|Wherever thou dost rest, 25281|Wherever thou dost lie, 25281|My love I must adore thee, 25281|And adore thee ever. 25281|Come, I will sing to thee 25281|A sweet song of summer days, 25281|Of birds and brooks and merry Maying; 25281|I'll ring my shell, the while I sing, 25281|For I love thee, my summer-love. 25281|From the green oak tree 25281|When the wind is loud, 25281|And the leaves a-flinging everywhere, 25281|'Tis my holiday time. 25281|I seek for the sweet bird-notes 25281|When the wind is loud, 25281|On the trees and the flowers a-flying everywhere; 25281|But the notes have a song 25281|Of my own, no other's. 25281|When the wind is strong, 25281|And the leaves a-twining thickly, 25281|To my heart the notes are coming! 25281|Oh! the sweetest of all notes 25281|Is my own, my own dear music, 25281|For they sing to my own 25281|My summer's day. 25281|We must part, my love, 25281|And may I not greet thee in this way? 25281|My love I must adore thee 25281|To know that I love thee. 25281|My love I must adore thee, 25281|For the heart's desire, 25281|For the eyesight, 25281|For the soul's desire. 25281|'Mid the moor's green haunts, 25281|While the misty clouds of autumn cling 25281|With a dampness round thee, 25281|So I lay my heart, 25281|And be thy Lord; 25281|While the winds of autumn wild resound 25281|In my sleep, and the wood is still with me, 25281|So I feel thy sigh; 25281|I love thee, love thee, love thee, dear one! 25281|Oh, let my love burn for thee! 25281|Oh, let the passion burn for thee! 25281|And let thy soul's fire be mine, 25281|Till the sky be full o'er with frost 25281|And thy grave be thine home! 25281|What! is our God not near us, 25281|With His warm presence o'er us? 25281|Let us then all rejoice 25281|To Him from all eternity. 25281|Where the old bardines sigh. 25281|All my heart's treasure take, 25281|Take thy gift, my dearest! 25281|Thou gav'st it in trust, 25281|And I will make it whole, 25281|Not from thine own or another's. 25281|If I had only a shepherd of the flock, 25281|And he was well skilled in song, 25281|And his lips were dear to speaking, 25281|What a happy he should he be! 25281|If I had only a shepherd of the flock, 25281|With a silken flock-wise tongue, 25281|And his bosom warm were to weeping and to love, 25281|What a happy he should he be! 25281|If I had only a shepherd of the flock, 25281|As good as his word was, 25281|'Mid a thousand tears his heart must soon grow ======================================== SAMPLE 46980 ======================================== 19226|My mother is so glad-- 19226|I think that I am sorry 19226|If I had not been born. 19226|But now, dear mother, pray make haste, 19226|And get me out of here!" 19226|As he ran, the window-blinds he seized 19226|And clung with force intent. 19226|He did it with intent to rob him 19226|And he did it with fiendish aim; 19226|For what had he to fear from this 19226|But the dear, dear mother's arm! 19226|The babe was lying in the nest 19226|Where she his cradle had found; 19226|And, as he came to gaze upon it, 19226|He saw no more of him but one! 19226|There lived two lovers, each a-departing, 19226|In life with its joy and its woe, 19226|From the happy city of Jerusalem; 19226|The one, a merchant, rich and stately 19226|Who held in his purse the golden half of Florence, 19226|With all its pomp and its dazzling splendor; 19226|The other, a soldier, named Nesota, 19226|A damsel of Pisco's proud domain. 19226|And Nesota was all in her bloom, and her hair was a glory, 19226|And her eyes were a rosie band of golden haze; 19226|Bright she was, but she knew how to delight with her laughter and wit; 19226|And her voice was like the sweet murmur of a fountain, where drops 19226|Come down,--that is, with the Spring, when the world is all a-spray; 19226|And the Spring is so to her heart a blessing, and she is glad and 19226|And as they were passing the market-place, they met a man of the 19226|There are two men in life's journey, 19226|One a merchant, rich and stately: 19226|The other a soldier, named Nesota. 19226|She was all in his eye of fire, 19226|He was all in her heart of love-- 19226|But now she is in his heart, and her hair is a-spilling its 19226|water o'er 19226|With a fervent kiss; 19226|The light flowered round them, the green glowed, 19226|For the first time since we met. 19226|She knew him as well, for his heart beat 19226|With the purest of pleasure: 19226|She knew him--he knew her--as sure as 19226|There cometh a lamb unto his fold. 19226|As sweet as the dew drop in the morning, 19226|As fresh as the lily of June, 19226|As warm as a flower that's sleeping, 19226|As fair as the cheek of the maiden 19226|That smiles on her blooming boy. 19226|How can the heart know the days that are gone, 19226|And the days it shall winna win? 19226|When the roses are blown, and all the birds 19226|Have flown as the fancies they were; 19226|When the years have run their race of growing, 19226|And to nothing are decreed; 19226|The heart knows but the life its seeking-- 19226|When the heart is dead, the thing is gone. 19226|In the world of childhood he will wander 19226|Where the grass is wet and wan; 19226|Shall drink cold water from the muddy 19226|Minstrel who telleth the rain. 19226|In the world of childhood he will wander; 19226|And when his youth is flown, 19226|Where the shadows of dark trees shall be, 19226|He shall find a fairer scene. 19226|In the world of childhood he will wander; 19226|Thither, where no wind blows, 19226|Shall the heart that is fondling pursue-- 19226|It shall die as a death is born. 19226|The nightingale was begging in July, 19226|And the night-winds, singing in her praise, 19226|Her song had so sweetly desired. 19226|The mother of the birds was fair, 19226|And the bird was in love with the day, 19226|But the song he had learned so ======================================== SAMPLE 46990 ======================================== 7394|"We must be proud of what we do!" 7394|We rise each day, as you from your bed, 7394|Grown old and gray of what you have done. 7394|We rise each day, as you from your bed, 7394|And say, when you go by, that no one else 7394|May stand by you in a world that's gay, 7394|And make you smile as you stood, in grief. 7394|We rise each day, as you from your bed, 7394|And walk from house to house, to greet 7394|A spirit that lies in the streets 7394|And leads you through good and ill 7394|While the winds pass by. 7394|We rise each day, as you from your bed, 7394|To bless each house and garden--if 7394|(When you've walked back from the people's feast) 7394|Your feet have trod down 7394|To the earth's last resting-place) 7394|That you saw no house of all the joy 7394|You had loved the most. 7394|We rise each day, as you from your bed, 7394|With God at our side, and pray, O ye 7394|Who stand in the air to greet 7394|The spirit that lies in the streets 7394|And leads you through good and ill; 7394|Who lead you in prayer 7394|To the earth's last resting-place, 7394|And to keep you true with that "fidelity 7394|"You bare to earth" 7394|As the angels do, the angels that walk the earth, 7394|The angels that you see for only one moment's space, 7394|Then vanish and die, as flies the air cloud by cloud. 7394|Not in some dusty, dingy street, 7394|Not in some dingy, dingy street, 7394|Not in some dingy, dingy street, 7394|Sitting at a window, 7394|Sitting at a window, 7394|My heart is waiting for you,-- 7394|Singing it has never ceased to sing, 7394|In the days that are past and the days to be, 7394|For the heart of a maiden shall leap with delight 7394|At the door of an inn, when the Spring shall come, 7394|And the spring shall come of itself of itself, 7394|When the seasons shall be a-sprung. 7394|In the days that are gone and the days that shall be, 7394|In the days that surely will be, be a-sprung 7394|In the days that are past and the days that shall be. 7394|Be a-sprung in the tender years when the earth shall be 7394|A bed of the seed of the heart that is sore, 7394|The heart of the poet is sick with dearth,-- 7394|I would feed on the tears of the dead 7394|For I am the mother of all that shall be,-- 7394|In the days that are past and the days that shall be. 7394|Be a-sprung in the sweet green years,--|Spirits, ye know, are so dear 7394|And the roses that bloom where ye lie 7394|Should be fairer than the tears ye shed; 7394|Should be brighter than the skies of bliss 7394|That are flitting by on souls to be,-- 7394|In the days that are gone and the days that shall be. 7394|Be a-sprung in the sweet green years, 7394|Oh, the sweet, sweet years! and the days 7394|Of life shall be brighter, brighter, brighter 7394|Than the golden days of yore. 7394|Oh, the glad, glad days that were the years 7394|When the world was young and the days 7394|Of joy lay all a-trot in the heart of man! 7394|Oh, the happy days of the long ago, 7394|When the suns of youth went down above, 7394|When youth was a fairy-tressed bride, 7394|And joy lay on the rosy bride,-- 7394|In the days that are gone and the days that shall be. 7394|Be a-sprung in that youth, and be the life 7394|Of the days that shall long go and be, 7 ======================================== SAMPLE 47000 ======================================== 3698|What are we most, who wish and long for fame? 3698|We are most worthy that the world should hear, 3698|That men should praise us, and our merits hear. 3698|Our merit is the public heritage 3698|Of all who strive for praise--'tis a national right; 3698|'Tis not a share in land or gold, but the right 3698|To live and enjoy in a public way, 3698|To love and obey with a public zeal, 3698|To make ourselves a public sight, and show 3698|The public face of things by not forgetting. 3698|Honour may be forgot if honour there 3698|Be forgotten, nor yet what we mean when we say 3698|'It is our own'. In this we live or die. 3698|This must be understood the whole, and not less 3698|What we are or do not be, or what we mean; 3698|For, in the moment we put off our disguise 3698|As what we are, our heart is clear; and if we see 3698|A look, which we would give to an eye, or book, 3698|We say the man is what we thought he'd be. 3698|'Tis true that men are often too much bent 3698|On their own merits to pay regard to ours. 3698|But let the world put on its false encomium, 3698|Which always can but harm, if it worships, 3698|The true and humble glory of a soul, 3698|For God is in it, and in all things beside. 3698|Aye, and in all things beside, not more true 3698|Or fair than God are the virtues in us found. 3698|True man and true woman are the same to all, 3698|And better matched to grace or woe to us, 3698|Unless the mind with all perfection shines 3698|Which heaven gives us from our God; and this is 3698|The grandeur of good works, and that is man. 3698|If we would win the good name of his friend, 3698|The good of all,--and for what? to make plain 3698|To him we have been guilty of his crime, 3698|That man's the man, to bring punishment down 3698|To us who have done evil, and to him 3698|The name and blessings of the man is ours, 3698|Our proper name, and ours he never needs. 3698|What are the good there wrought by him, and more? 3698|More praise?--a good man might cry, if he could, 3698|"I made my own, and it is no more." 3698|A good man's manna, to his hunger pined, 3698|Breads out his breakfast, makes his bread, and then 3698|Feeds his sheep with it; for though poor, yet rich, 3698|For his own good sake, he does all there is 3698|To do for his fellow-men. And that was 3698|God's wisdom, calling him the good of all. 3698|He that would make a worse, or turn his hands 3698|To that which hurts not even himself, or to 3698|Make man something that he never was, 3698|Afeard from God, or man the slave of man, 3698|Must be a knave or mad, and mad, to sell 3698|His name, His sacred name, to gain the good 3698|Of others. As by the hand of food 3698|And garments, or by table, is the task 3698|Of a good king, in his gracious house 3698|Who seeks the best, and is not found, himself, 3698|A perfect scholar, and who asks the aid 3698|Of others, when his task is such as makes 3698|The goodliest kings and governors ever were. 3698|As in each monarch's palace, and his throne, 3698|One, a thousand chiefs, is known, and each 3698|In his degree, from lord to people's friend; 3698|So in the world, as in this great and fair 3698|And noble being, there is one to whom 3698|All degrees reverence, and all kingdoms seek. 3698|Nor are these all; for who in such a place 3698|And state as his can fail to take ======================================== SAMPLE 47010 ======================================== 8791|But with a lustre changed and grander grown; 8791|That, when our lamps had seven candles lit, 8791|He saw the splendour of the Most High: 8791|And having, as he set out, a will 8791|To speak one word of his high admiration, 8791|Into my heart straightway my speech did flow. 8791|Even thus, my fellow-spirit, when thou searchest 8791|The life of men dost thou find faults, that show 8791|Unbridened desires? If such there be, 8791|They lack the intellect to prop their fancies. 8791|Therefore, to lead a goodly life thou seest 8791|Not only what is spoken, but what is done, 8791|Even as our mind, which ever in itself 8791|Perfect is, in itself maintainest truth. 8791|Now, brother, go; for nature, thus advanc'd, 8791|Kept pace with her eternal ineligibles." 8791|Then ofttimes spoken, like a Sabine sent 8791|To aid some native of more ample cheer: 8791|"Hidden rocks and hidden vale, open or wall, 8791|In vain the vows of man for comely worth 8791|Thou renderest, if thou mistook not worth 8791|The thing it valiantly endur'd alone. 8791|The laws, that on the steps of firm Dominican 8791|To force of metal thou first laidst opt, 8791|And then of water, for that transformation, 8791|Between the two tests still were not yield'd up, 8791|One to the false and one to the true; nor e'en 8791|From that time, O noble Hypocrisy! 8791|Safe shalt thou thrust thy wicked fingers off, 8791|And all thy days of life in open shame 8791|Shall be limited and chastised by a weight 8791|So overwhelming, that the devil, in dread, 8791|His serpents, and his seven-cubit bolts will throw." 8791|Now was the hour that wakens fond desire 8791|In men at sea, and melts theirhearted hearts, 8791|Who, doing well-pleased altar-rites, await 8791|Death at the holy point, wherefrom their horns 8791|Are fashioned, at their purposed fate compliant. 8791|A little way thence, on firm ground arrive 8791|The monks of Santa Zita, on their feet 8791|Leaving the hostel, as a guard to fair Innocence. 8791|All were of shape divinely beautiful, 8791|Except one, who, through over-mastery 8791|Of instinct instinct, backward falls upon his face 8791|With madness, and that head bears-slumbering down. 8791|Nor even for that dust does it require adjusting, 8791|When, outward bounding, he unfolds himself 8791|Abroad below, what time the blazing fire 8791|Glows slavish red in Santa Zita's church. 8779|FROM noble Sir Gautier's. (1) This is written with rare pen, 8779|withkills all. 8779|FROM ST. FRANCES (2) This is written with rare pen, 8779|except where regard has been noticed in the note, 8779|where certain words and words and those words 8779|express a thought not in the least remote from that 8779|spoken in the succeeding Canto 8779|(l. 113). 8779|FROM OSS ("The city of the living God") 8779|FROM the CHURCH ("Thrice holy and thrice blessed") 8779|TO THE PRIEST ======================================== SAMPLE 47020 ======================================== 36149|The trees are over there. 36149|The trees are over there, and there 36149|The flowers and all the grass and fern, 36149|And all the stars and moon. 36149|The trees are over there, and there 36149|The moon and stars, and ferns and stars, 36149|And flowers and grass and ferns. 36149|The trees are over there. They are 36149|The faces and features of the moon, 36149|And flowers and ferns and stars. 36149|The tree of life is not a tree, 36149|Nor one among the trees; 36149|The trees hold other souls as men, 36149|And the flowers and ferns and stars. 36149|There are no trees. The trees hold other souls; 36149|Their bodies with others, and with those 36149|Who come and vanish with the spring, 36149|The flowers and ferns and stars. 36149|The trees are over there. They have 36149|That which holds other souls as men,-- 36149|A body, that is not the seed, 36149|A name that cannot be taught, 36149|Yet made to be a thing of things, 36149|The moon is over there. 36149|The moon is over there. 36149|The tree of life is not a tree to-night, 36149|Nor even more a tree in any case, 36149|For all the fruit, the leaves, the blossoms, 36149|And leaves of all the flowers are there 36149|And all the flowers are green. 36149|The tree of life is not a tree, 36149|Nor even more a tree. 36149|The flowers are flowers, and stars, and grass, 36149|And ferns, and trees, and stars. 36149|I wonder if I may speak. 36149|I wait; the air is thin, 36149|And cold, and yet so sweet 36149|I want to reach the door. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|The moon has gone out; 36149|I hear the wind on my hair. 36149|I must not walk so far. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|Oh, beautiful. 36149|I wonder if I may talk. 36149|I look around. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|The moon is gone out. 36149|I must not walk so far. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|Oh, beautiful. 36149|The wind is on my hair. 36149|The moon is out. 36149|I wonder if these things could be. 36149|I must not walk so far. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|To-night, with our love so close, 36149|There are no flowers in the grass 36149|Because the spring is here. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|There is no moon. 36149|The moon is out 36149|Because I am not worthy. 36149|The moon is out 36149|Because my heart won't stay there. 36149|Oh, beautiful. 36149|I wonder if I may sleep. 36149|I must not walk so far. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|The moon is gone out. 36149|I must not walk so far. 36149|Oh, beautiful. 36149|Ah me! It is so long since I have seen you. 36149|I am so sick of the shadows. I do not care 36149|As much as the stars to come to the sun. 36149|But you are no longer the moon. You are a star. 36149|And now I am tired. 36149|I look up at my ceiling, all over the place 36149|Where I have put your name in the glass. 36149|There is no one at the door.... 36149|It is well gone. 36149|I feel like a beggar who has been homeless. 36149|I do not know what will come of the moon. 36149|Is it a bird of the woods? A bird of the sky? 36149|Perhaps it is a cloud with a bow and arrows. 36149|We cannot ======================================== SAMPLE 47030 ======================================== 38566|Nec vidit et profuit 38566|Nec vidit et profuit; 38566|Vatum nisi amantem 38566|Res quibus imperiis est omne 38566|Iam positis et facit 38566|Virtus qui, non positis. 38566|Cetera quae solivj'libus 38566|Nec solivjec deum pellitur, 38566|Nec tanti pariens commatos 38566|Cujus et alii. 38566|Ut sapiens et soles 38566|Nimirum primae, quos aut vitae 38566|Cujus et alii. 38566|Quanto iam tum cum cum primaerunt 38566|Conversi, quos secundum 38566|Fluctuat honos; at illa 38566|Fluctuata vivitur. 38566|Quis haurire, quis amentis 38566|Scrutare, volition, 38566|Et metuitas 38566|Impulerantia; 38566|Ecce men zurno 38566|Vivitarijus nollet. 38566|Vive, si mihi vivi, si puellis 38566|Non vivus sibi, si bene; 38566|Vota cum saepe vivus 38566|Non lepida pariuri. 38566|Ludicrime caput, ludicrime praedatum, 38566|In quo regere nec tuta mori: 38566|Neque nolet ariduae neque potestas 38566|Et metuae vivus haevi. 38566|Iam iam non sinis, sed non datur; 38566|Iam iam non sinis, quae nos in nostras 38566|Vera putandus habent; 38566|Iam iam non sinis, sed non datur; 38566|Quod non datur ego, et sis: 38566|Non datur ego, quae nos in nostras 38566|Vera putandus haben: 38566|Iam iam non sinis, sed non datur; 38566|Non sinis, quam nos aliqua miseris 38566|Incessant erit? 38566|'Et fortasse, quid enim dociles 38566|Sunt habere in ipsa meam', 38566|Quid, amor, quid amor, non illi? 38566|Quid amor, si quaeris? 38566|Id est, quid, me nullior esset, 38566|Id est, quod me nullior est? 38566|Id est, quod me nullior est? 38566|Nam te neque feras mori, amor, 38566|Neque non, quod me nullior est: 38566|Id est, quod me nullior est? 38566|Illum quae me scire sitam, 38566|Quod mihi mori sitam, illam." 38566|This whole and chief work of the modern Classics, which must, not only in 38566|name, but, perhaps, even more than in the original, have stood 38566|abounds to us in the language of Charon, and no less in the thoughts 38566|of Horace, was not yet of those who could hope to be treated as 38566|epigrams. And there are such very ancient poems, such as give 38566|our eyes a glimpse of the haunts of earth and stars, as the 38566|workman of our own land has discovered in the stone of old 38566|archaeological monuments in the hills of America. These old 38566|pictures were once painted by master painters to represent 38566|what they saw on their voyages over the ocean. Thus, if a 38566|picture or narrative has been found in art, there is an 38566|element of reality, for a sense of reality is the basis 38566|of all our imagination, and must be felt in every human face 38566|that is perceptible to our sight. Hence, in these ancient 38566|rhyme-pictures, there is a vividness and truthfulness of 38566|thought ======================================== SAMPLE 47040 ======================================== 22229|That life's sweet pleasures are all a-worth while; 22229|And that, with a tear, I'll remember thy form; 22229|But that thou art a thing which I ne'er shall see, 22229|In thy sad, desolate, melancholy case, 22229|Is why I weep. 22229|How beautiful is the nightingale! 22229|For all her plumage is unripe, 22229|And the wings of the nightingale seem 22229|Yet more thin than the withered leaves, 22229|In the wan light, at her low wing. 22229|How beautiful is the nightingale! 22229|Her voice is soft as music, 22229|And sweeter than song of summer 22229|Or honey of summer. 22229|How beautiful is the nightingale! 22229|The light on her eye is like 22229|The love-litten dew to droop 22229|And sleep on the cheek of a rose 22229|In the morning of June. 22229|How beautiful is the nightingale! 22229|She dreams of a rose and dies 22229|As soon as it breaks, and the spring 22229|She's loved so late has gone to the spring; 22229|She's a queen of a kingdom; 22229|While a bird calls from the forest, 22229|And a bird in the woodland 22229|Is singing "love, love, love," 22229|In her sorrow's whisp'ring tone, 22229|'Mid her sweet hopes for aye. 22229|As the morning comes with its light, 22229|With the lark above it, 22229|So the nightingale, when she wakes, 22229|With the dew before her, 22229|Sings her song, "Oh, the night is fair, 22229|And the spring is coming soon." 22229|Oh that the sun were rising now, 22229|In the west, to set the rose! 22229|Oh that the sun were bursting now, 22229|With the red light in his eye! 22229|Oh that the dew in the morning glows, 22229|And love slept on her bosom. 22229|Oh that the rose were now a sword, 22229|That the dew might his scent quit, 22229|And love were a diamond in her hair-- 22229|Sweet was the song the bird now sings, 22229|And bluer still the bird's song now sings-- 22229|Dearest child, I give thee my heart, 22229|In its white and burning shell, 22229|As a gilded treasure, my heart is thine, 22229|As a treasure, fair my cheek. 22229|Thou holdest my heart, thou holdest it fast, 22229|As an amber bead or a gem of my draught, 22229|As a treasure I keep my heart the more, 22229|As my treasure, say. 22229|My life like a gem--yea, it is a dear thing, 22229|As a treasured treasure, my heart is thine, 22229|As my treasure, say. 22229|The wind blew fierce in the forest, 22229|While the white moon was bright, 22229|And all the birds were still in the leafless trees 22229|Whose branches were thin, 22229|And the stars were cold in the mountain-tops, 22229|Where the moon was pale. 22229|And I heard the wind blow loud and strong 22229|In the light far away, 22229|As the white moon o'er the sea fell, 22229|With a moan of the sea. 22229|The waves swept the ship, while in a calm, 22229|The ship went by, 22229|On the ocean, with her golden flag, 22229|Where the billows were chill. 22229|The sea, the sea, the sea, in whose grey 22229|Waves drift, 22229|And a storm is sweeping on the storm-- 22229|On the storm, when the stars shine cold-- 22229|With a moan of the sea. 22229|The wind blew loud and strong in the wood, 22229|While the moon was bright, 22229|And loud it whirled round with its roaring breath 22229|In the night-time cold. 22229 ======================================== SAMPLE 47050 ======================================== 1567|A woman's words about me, too: 'I knew him 1567|Just as a child knows the face that he has loved. 1567|"I know him, but I used to think to find him 1567|By heart, even when I could go out to meet him.' 1567|Ah, I remember the day. From my study 1567|I crossed the street at full step; stopped to speak 1567|To any one that I met, but turned for fear. 1567|I walked home alone, with heart in haste to say 1567|Good-bye again to him. Ah, the night! 1567|The silence. I stood where I had stood 1567|That morning in the garden-walk 1567|That gave a voice to my first dream, 1567|And made my spirit wake, and found 1567|My heart a-quiver from the heart. 1567|I remember, and the very wind 1567|That shook the pane was at my face! 1567|I must have cried until the trees 1567|Were listening, and the ground beneath 1567|Was trembling with a wild desire, 1567|A desire that I had known of old, 1567|Afear of things untold--alas, 1567|I know not why! 1567|Yet it was the breath of God that blew 1567|Across the skies in that last breath, 1567|Because He loved me best of all: 1567|And I, I knew not what to do, 1567|And yet I loved; and in my haste 1567|To do God's will, 1567|I loved too much, and loved too soon! 1567|But how can I remember? 1567|I only know she was kind, 1567|With eyes so full of love, so bright, 1567|That I, I loved her; and so we met, 1567|And parted silently, apart, 1567|And yet I loved her. 1567|And I am lonely now. I fear 1567|To lose her now; my heart is still 1567|As if the heart of her had stilled 1567|To be nothing, 1567|And yet my heart was always bold-- 1567|That heart of hers was the same, 1567|And had no other. 1567|And she is not more lonely now 1567|Than if she had no other. 1567|Why should I weep for her sake? 1567|It seems enough for one to know 1567|How much one needs another's love 1567|To live his life right; if wrong 1567|A little, to forgive, have eyes 1567|Too close for his own, to be kind, 1567|To be to others more than himself; 1567|To see with a clear, indifferent eye 1567|His own defect, and to grow clear 1567|Of his own sin; if not, why trouble still 1567|His life for his own sake? 1567|So were my pleasures over 1567|Till I had met my fate. I heard 1567|The door of his house shut before me, 1567|The voices of the night I knew, 1567|And the wind went howling in my hair. 1567|I knew the silence of the street 1567|As the night's breast, the face of the sun, 1567|The sea and the stars. 1567|I met the long procession 1567|Of the children, and walked straightway down 1567|To look at the windows of the school, 1567|Where all the time 1567|The lamps with their flaming bodies flashed, 1567|And all the long faces turned to me 1567|Changed into ghosts. 1567|Where the long faces looked on me, 1567|And the faces of the children-- 1567|Pale pale pale children who could never speak, 1567|Screaming to me from out their long white dresses, 1567|One after one-- 1567|One after one 1567|After one--the long, long faces turned to me, 1567|And the wind went howling in my hair. 1567|I met a dead man 1567|With his wig on one side of his face, 1567|Who was going slowly down the lane 1567|With a dead boy in his arms, 1567|Who was marching very fast ======================================== SAMPLE 47060 ======================================== I was not quite sure that this was the way 35991|To do what I am asking about; there, 35991|How very far from there I wandered, till 35991|I stood among the ruins and the ruins 35991|Touched by the fire on which I worked; and then 35991|I thought at first I was looking from the sky, 35991|And then I was standing at the foot of the steps. 35991|Then from the ruins and the ruins touched 35991|I found that it was on the first of May 35991|On the day of the festivity, which took 35991|The place of the body of Elenor Murray. 35991|And I remembered from later that in a room 35991|Down by the river the Elenor Murray body 35991|Was wrapped in a pattern of white linen, bound 35991|All in the pattern, and she had a little red flag 35991|Of white silk folded down by her shoulder, and one foot 35991|Lifted upon it to be lowered at some moment, 35991|And her little red flag in her hand, and she 35991|Had taken a cigarette and had lit it up 35991|When she smoked that cigarette and went and left us. 35991|And it chanced I had passed that way that evening, 35991|And came at last to the ruins now. And then 35991|I found my Elenor Murray's folded pattern 35991|Upon the floor where the people were seated, 35991|And I looked and saw it folded and closed, 35991|And I turned to read it. By and by a hand 35991|Struck it against the pattern, and the pattern 35991|Spread and opened and gave me the last word. 35991|You have seen the Spanish soldiers in battle 35991|Who open it and read the words that follow: 35991|"Follow your life, follow your life." And you see 35991|Here again the life that brought us and led us 35991|And made the world a better place. 35991|Well, I say no more 35991|For now I have lost my Elenor Murray. 35991|The last words were spoken, the last I heard, 35991|A sudden sound, like when the wind has ceased 35991|And the leaves are still; or like the sound of falling 35991|On a sudden spring the morning song has stopped. 35991|If you go there even now and look at it, 35991|The pattern open to look and guess, 35991|You will see something that says to you then: 35991|"Elenor Murray took her life and went into suicide." 35991|And all that can be written of Elenor, 35991|Who took her life and gone into suicide, 35991|Is the same too for the life that brought her into suicide. 35991|And, so you can understand, that in it 35991|Life's life has all meaning and all purpose, 35991|The same for that other Elenor Murray, 35991|Who took her life and went into suicide. 35991|There was a little boy went up at night 35991|In this tower with this watch and this rope, 35991|With a rope too, and went from this tower 35991|To meet his mother in a city, if he 35991|Was lonely, and go to a city, go 35991|To meet an aunt or somebody; I think 35991|The night she went to that city she met 35991|This father, and a man who kept the watch; 35991|And the man was a stranger. These facts are 35991|A part of this little boy's life and history. 35991|No wonder he went this way from this tower 35991|To meet his mother, go to this city, make 35991|A journey to the city; he was in danger, 35991|And this little boy that was about to meet 35991|And go upon this journey was in peril too. 35991|And so these facts of Elenor Murray are what they 35991|Are, all the history of women. 35991|And so, 35991| ======================================== SAMPLE 47070 ======================================== 19221|"Heavenly power!" quoth I; "but might 19221|I thy faithful trust more nigh!" 19221|And then of her my faithful side 19221|I might distrust and fear, 19221|If, for her sake, some grief appear 19221|Or sorrows, from her mind, 19221|Might not at times my faith degrade 19221|Into a thing not true. 19221|And this should reason's force oppose 19221|And countervail all my fears: 19221|And had she been content to seem 19221|One moment content of me, 19221|Easier were Heaven and I 19221|With a future, and not eve. 19221|But my present motive doth disallow 19221|Its earlier knowledge of her love, 19221|And make me change my former fear 19221|From death, and her denial, grieve me, 19221|With more intense delight and pain. 19221|Thus, when first I saw her fair face, 19221|I would have chased her passion thence, 19221|That in future time it might 19221|Be the memorial of my love: 19221|But now, despite her denial, 19221|Her love is but the longer talk 19221|Of idle idle wind and day, 19221|And in her face no longer dwells 19221|A lively pleasure or a fear; 19221|But as a morning twilight seems 19221|That follows night, ere October bringeth 19221|Part of its cold, dark cloud, to close 19221|His cloudy lattice on the plain, 19221|And, through the weariness and woe 19221|Of that dark day too briefly passed, 19221|A moment only in its train 19221|Now seems to me so passing sweet, 19221|That, till her denial be 19221|Met with, I cannot part with it: 19221|Nor yet so brief, I fancy, 19221|As her denial, which at first 19221|Seemed doubtful; but that from that day 19221|I hold it fast e'en as now, 19221|Or ere her beauty with her words 19221|Was parted: such attraction, 19221|Like balm, or zephyr in the spring, 19221|Holds ever in my mind the thought 19221|Of her, by whom so oft I prize 19221|The blushes of a lover's praise: 19221|And all the while the pleasure seems 19221|To me less sweet and remote 19221|Than when she first displays it; 19221|For she is but so fleeting 19221|That the sense of it perceives 19221|Something so beautiful and rare 19221|As makes it pass from dream to dream, 19221|Till the short space are gone, 19221|And then it seems as if a thief 19221|Were changèd by the careless time: 19221|Easier with every passing hour 19221|To break some window-pane: 19221|Or coax some flowery cranny, 19221|Out of the gathering gloom, 19221|Than to traverse the mass 19221|Of rugged steeps and chaster shades, 19221|Where, each one jealous as his fear, 19221|Is seen the dark adultery: 19221|And with each passing hour to reach 19221|Some fairer, freer haven: this way 19221|I dreamt, on the banks of thy crystal stream; 19221|Thy banks were naked once, a sunny beak, 19221|Peck on the paling bank a solitary bird, 19221|And pattering sounds, a voice that calls and flies. 19221|Fond lover of dewy beds and drug-working boughs 19221|I built me nest, and made it thick and high 19221|With aspen-boughes;--the broad leaves made it good 19221|For squirrels and for languries that made sound 19221|Through their low lofty hammocks; and a shutter, 19221|With shutter-rims, made shutter-doors to let in airs 19221|And in bright dews; and in the knotty board, 19221|A squirrel-salt; and in the tub, a bun 19221|Of chrysoprase, bright with gold and silver spotted; 19221|Plashing between her legs, ======================================== SAMPLE 47080 ======================================== 17192|"Is she your sister, my sweet? 17192|A lady in the land of snow? 17192|And when will she be here, 17192|And then, my baby, come for me?" 17192|I thought of Mary, her eyes so blue, 17192|And the heartbreak of the years long sped, 17192|And a voice I shall never hear now; 17192|And a heart that beats no more again. 17192|And a heart, O heart, with a thousand wounds, 17192|That beats but to beat in vain for you! 17192|O Heart of my heart, the world is cold, 17192|And the cold things freeze upon the brain; 17192|And the sun is pale above the moon, 17192|And the winds are rude to such as you. 17192|And what were life if 'twas not to-day? 17192|And what was love were not to-night? 17192|And what was death, if 'twas not to-morrow? 17192|And what was youth if 'tis not to-fro? 17192|And what is youth's heart broken in twain, 17192|That beats no more in you to-night? 17192|Sisters, had I the gift of speech, 17192|I could tell you all my grief; 17192|I'd sing you numbers tender and sad, 17192|And tell you all my troubles were. 17192|Sisters, I would sing! 17192|I hear you laughing, crying, weeping. 17192|And how should I be lonely this night? 17192|Your presence, O my Mary, makes me glad-- 17192|Ah, Mary! I would give the world to hear 17192|Your voice, when all is said, and hear your sigh, 17192|And feel your breath on my cheek to range, 17192|And know you still, in a thousand years, to wear 17192|The smiling look of love. 17192|And if you should die, and all should die 17192|In their last year, with my memory still 17192|A memory from your memory, to stand 17192|As in the church, the grave, the churchyard stone, 17192|My body and soul. 17192|But I shall miss you. 'Tis sweet to remember 17192|The dear face you wore on earth. 'Tis sweet to know, 17192|You loved me when I am dead. 'Tis sweet to know, 17192|By some strange touch of the hand that loved me so, 17192|That God is living in what once was earth, 17192|To us alone, the dead can know. 17192|The wind blowing fresh and free. 17192|The lilt of birds in the morning air, 17192|And dogs howl to their master back again. 17192|The wind is calling me now, oh! sweet! 17192|I was too proud, and didn't shut my eyes. 17192|I was too gay, when you were sick to me, 17192|And gave to all you praised. 'Tis I must shut 17192|My eyes now, for sorrow, now, and last. 17192|Oh, can I be true, my beloved friend? 17192|My lips, too shy, were cold when you were near. 17192|To-morrow you look at me the same; 17192|You are the same, dear, too warm, too wide. 17192|But will you be true, and true as you were then, 17192|To all I loved? Will you love me, now, 17192|And stand true to me? For you loved me then, 17192|As you must love me now. 17192|I am not the woman you think I am 17192|Yet I have been true to you, my dear. 17192|My eyes are watering so, and mine it seems 17192|To-morrow night I must keep you far away. 17192|I will lie in bed till it is dark and chill. 17192|I will forget all, while you are far away, 17192|And when you are not here I will forget all! 17192|When the rain makes the wood so dark 17192|And shadows come so thick and dingy 17192|Across the trees and the meadows bare, 17192|And the breeze and the wind are so heavy, 17192|'Ere's ======================================== SAMPLE 47090 ======================================== 1304|The night was gone. 1304|By one light were they seen, and one light made, 1304|Nor stars nor moon on heaven's face shone dim:-- 1304|One light that through the darkness saw them go, 1304|Nor left the path till over Emain: 1304|Yet light as light, as they that sought her light, 1304|So light, and straight as any lance, they rode, 1304|Nor left between the mists a jot of shade, 1304|But on they went, with no bent on either road, 1304|And on through Erteley--forever on, 1304|Forever on! 1304|They came to Erteley, the gray old town, 1304|As over Emain straight grew the sky: 1304|One after one, as they went up the town, 1304|There in the street that thronged to shoot the dawt, 1304|There in the cobweb lanes, the whiles they gat; 1304|And there they gat them bread and cheese too, 1304|From neighbours' houses, on the white gray wall, 1304|And there they sat them down till almost dark, 1304|Then up in arms away they started hie. 1304|There is a town in Brittany, small and serene, 1304|The haven of France--the home of gallant knights; 1304|Its towers are cast and basaltic crags, 1304|And at its toe its hamlet--dreary place-- 1304|Stand out on the white sea's untrodden sweep. 1304|'Tis an isle of sail, and ocean's foe, 1304|Far all alone on a sea of pain; 1304|Nor even to France will they venture now, 1304|But a bleak islet--a wild wood gap'd-- 1304|The poor lost ones! 1304|And yet, with their many wounds, there came 1304|Pent in the heart of every man 1304|The sea-tide's piteous cry: 1304|And now this hour 1304|They were at home in Brittany once; 1304|And long-lost glories from a far-off day 1304|Were found and welcomed with a cheerful heart: 1304|And there are old and young 1304|And there are young and old. 1304|But now the tide is ebbing fast, 1304|They may not venture there; 1304|Nor ever more shall float 1304|Where the yellow breakers rave. 1304|All round the deck that has borne you, 1304|Your ship is sinking away. 1304|Your flag of freedom and your cause is o'er, 1304|And France alone remains to save. 1304|But see! the night is past 1304|And the starlight comes. 1304|Now, all round the starlit bay 1304|Lie waiting souls that were dear to you, 1304|And ever in memory is a flame 1304|That shines athwart the night and never goes out. 1304|O, in the darkness wait, 1304|Till the last watch of midnight be told; 1304|Till the last watch shall wake, 1304|And the waters lower. 1304|Till the hush of the sky 1304|Tremble and pall, 1304|And the hush of the earth 1304|Bring the sound of crying, 1304|Till your soul is hollowed and glad, 1304|For the hour is come, and the light is great! 1304|O, in the morn when you went away, 1304|The sky and the sea for evermore gazed on you! 1304|And in your absence a light that was there, 1304|And in your absence a land of delight! 1304|O, I remember the little gray steeve 1304|That loved me with a tender love of its own; 1304|And the sweet mosses where it fondled and lay; 1304|And the bird that loved you, that loved it so well! 1304|And the little white lilies that bloomed by the way, 1304|I can never forget, for ever go by. 1304|The dew that was soft on the grass to gather; 1304|The gleam of the early stars that shone through the green, 130 ======================================== SAMPLE 47100 ======================================== 19221|But he did not see at all! 19221|A thousand times I've told you 19221|I saw her in my dreams; 19221|And every time I told you 19221|Her face looked _like_ your face; 19221|But never once I told you, 19221|Her face looked _like_ mine own. 19221|Ah, foolish boy, with eye besotted, 19221|That sees not what you saw, 19221|And knows not that you saw it not; 19221|The wretch that cannot see 19221|Whose mind is like a gallery, 19221|That in itself is night, 19221|That has no sense of day. 19221|My love is true: her will is law: 19221|And I can frustrate none 19221|But she must still be yours to kiss 19221|Before I breathe my fire. 19221|No hand within my breeches 19221|Escapes my love's control:-- 19221|I have ye round, ye winds, for keeps! 19221|I cannot leave ye cold: 19221|I know ye well, ye winds, 19221|Though ye are far between: 19221|And ever in my fancy 19221|I see ye riding fast 19221|Up hill, down dale,--ye merchants 19221|Of every delicious thing,-- 19221|I know ye very well. 19221|I only sing your favour 19221|While my soul on fire is: 19221|Her eyes light up ye:-- 19221|Ye say, "Ha, ha! the devil take thee! 19221|I hate thy looks: but joy to me 19221|That thou hast left thy heat." 19221|I only sing your favour 19221|While my soul on fire is: 19221|Her eyes light up ye:-- 19221|Ye say, "Ha, ha! the devil take thee! 19221|I hate thy looks, but joy to me 19221|That thou hast left thy heat." 19221|When I at sixteen years of age 19221|Sang in my girl's boudoir; 19221|When I at eighteen years of age 19221|Musical numbers were; 19221|To this happy nation's joy, 19221|My bosom exulting swelled, 19221|And all my soul inspired. 19221|I only sing your favour 19221|While my soul on fire is: 19221|Her eyes light up ye:-- 19221|Ye say, "Ha, ha! the devil take her!" 19221|And all my soul on you depends. 19221|Now from my youth to age 19221|(This length my verse will stay) 19221|I lived in luxury's view, 19221|And joy and pleasure's sway: 19221|Her love, with all her bliss, 19221|I never could have deemed, 19221|But that, from youth to age, 19221|I lived in luxury's view. 19221|She stood beside my bed, 19221|And would for ever climb it; 19221|She lifted mine a chair, 19221|And bade me choose it; 19221|But choice she made not, when 19221|From me she took her leave; 19221|For still my heart and soul 19221|She kept, and would have kept it. 19221|--She made no objection 19221|If I might bury her: 19221|No objection, when 19221|From me she took her leave. 19221|Alas! she's stolen from me: 19221|And now my little soul 19221|Alone must sorrow through 19221|Away from him that nursed her. 19221|To him that nursed her--I ask 19221|What can I do but wail? 19221|My heart it breaks: yet still 19221|I mourn for her alone: 19221|My little soul must mourn 19221|For him that never sate 19221|By her side while life lasted. 19221|Now I must bear the loss 19221|Of her I loved the best; 19221|Though long she's drifted by, 19221|Unloved and lone among men, 19221|I ween she'd not depart 19221|To dwell apart from me. 19221|Alas! it's many and many 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 47110 ======================================== 1727|and we must take a look at these old fates, and then, after the feast of 1727|Rhodes, do what others would not do, and take the rest of them to 1727|Chalybe and Carcharides; he shall live, though it take long 1727|time, for he does not want to go away to Ithaca; I will go 1727|then and do what others would not do, but I have not come to my 1727|own country, nor will I till my next. As for the people, there is 1727|not even a hope for the most part to make use of my estate, for 1727|my dear daughter's father is dead and in great pain, and so 1727|is my son Hippotas. {145} Of the others there is Ulysses, 1727|one of the best men alive, so that he has many friends among 1727|us, and I think that he does whatever possible to help us 1727|against the suitors." 1727|And Minerva said, "My friend, be not disturbed by your speech, or 1727|by your words; do as you think is most likely in the present 1727|case. It is not a pleasant thing to come at the heart of a friend 1727|with such anger and bitterness, so you must get better, and I 1727|will tell you, and so shall it be hereafter. The gods are 1727|greatly kind to us, but you are a much better man than he 1727|is, and have a far better fame. Now, therefore, go where you 1727|may, and tell no one whatsoever about this. I am going to the 1727|house of the son of Pisistratus, and am not about to sleep a 1727|minute at home, either before or after this." 1727|With these words she vanished, and we were left all in the 1727|dark as to what really had happened. Some one of the people was 1727|thinking 1727|then and there of going to the house as soon as possible; but 1727|I said, "It will not do, my good young friend; you must get the 1727|falshood of that awful woman and the men who were supposed to 1727|be going with her." 1727|"But who is this woman," I asked, "who is handling the 1727|things, and is thus overshadowing the men? You are no doubt 1727|the same I see every day when I come in here. As for the men, we 1727|seem to have a much harder time of it than we did before; for the 1727|suitors have been much better treated than we have been, and 1727|now, I think, even better treated by the gods than we have been. 1727|It is very hard to get rid of the falshood whenever we can, but we 1727|do it by the dozen; once it has come on you can scarcely 1727|admit you are under falshood again. I think the gods should 1727|give us a harder time than we have been getting." 1727|"I do not believe, sir," said he lying, "in this country there is 1727|such a thing as ever a falshood, and the rest of the gods do as 1727|they will. I do not believe in the gods," said he then, "of 1727|to-day, to-morrow or any time else; nor yet do I believe, in the 1727|sense of certainty either; for the gods are just as much 1727|to blame as any mortal. Indeed it happens all the time that 1727|the gods are very eager to do their best for their fellows, and 1727|never seem to think very far about the interests of the men. 1727|But I have seen what the sons of the suitors have done, and they 1727|should not be forgiven in all circumstances. We are all like 1727|the children of Neptune; we are all in a passion, and we make 1727|no distinction whether what we are doing be good or evil; when 1727|we have exhausted every means of restraint that may be found, we 1727|go to work with them in order to get the thing approved. 1727|Therefore I say to you, my friend Minerva, come to my house, and 1727|join me in making them friends among mankind; and I will say to 1727 ======================================== SAMPLE 47120 ======================================== 3650|But aye, and thou, O Nature, 3650|I will stand again 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stand, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|As I stood, 3650|as sung by George Cowdin.] 3650|The earth is but a common sheet, 3650|Made by the Creator's hand; 3650|And nothing in the boundless earth 3650|Is so common as human thought. 3650|Nature's compact with her sons 3650|Is this--to reverence their Maker; 3650|Of what avail the herds that graze, 3650|The flocks and flaxen hay, 3650|The flock or flock of flocks that goeth? 3650|God gave them flocks and herds to eat, 3650|But gave them minds to think and find 3650|A wider scope for bounteous giving; 3650|Let not their busy wills divide 3650|The bounties which they owe to man. 3650|Nature's compact with her sons 3650|Is this--to reverence their Maker; 3650|Of what avail the herds that graze, 3650|The flocks and flaxen hay, 3650|The flock or flock of flocks that goeth? 3650|God gave them flocks and herds to eat, 3650|But gave them minds to think and find 3650|A wider scope for bounteous giving; 3650|Let not their busy wills divide 3650|The bounties which they owe to man. 3650|Nature's compact with her sons 3650|Is this--to revere their Maker; 3650|Of what avail the herds that graze, 3650|The flocks and flaxen hay, 3650|The flock or flock of flocks that goeth? 3650|God gave them herds and flocks to eat, 3650|But gave them minds to think and find 3650|A wider scope for bounteous giving; 3650|Let not their busy wills divide 3650|The bounties which they owe to man. 3650|Nature's compact with her sons 3650|Is this--to reverence their Maker; 3650|Of what avail the herds that graze, 3650|The flocks and flaxen hay, 3650|The flock or flock of flocks that goeth? 3650|God gave them flocks and herds to eat, 3650|But gave them hearts to think and find 3650|A wider scope for bounteous giving; 3650|Let not their busy wills divide 3650|The bounties which they owe to man. 3650|My wife was fair, and I was young; 3650|And yet I cannot forget 3650|She was a dear old mansion-keeper, 3650|And I a. vagrant to the woods. 3650|In that old mansion we did dwell, 3650|Whither we ran, we know not where, 3650|I was a clerk in the house, 3650|She was a maid clerk, making pay. 3650|I saw her once in the Summer time, 3650|As through the leaves a bird did sing; 3650|And, as I turned the leaves, I made 3650|An idle match for that sweet strain. 3650|And found that she a poet was; 3650|And I found mine in a simple rhyme, 3650|The one that bore her name, as mine 3650|My wife with the other were sisters. 3650|Yet, in this hour of care and strife, 3650|Of secret fear, and silence wide, 3650|Of tears, of wrath, and doubt, and loss, 3650|They all stood forth before my sight. 3650|"O love," I said, "what did you give 3650|That you should come to me so late 3650|In June, and sing so sweetly still?" 3650|"I gave myself," she said, "and kiss 3650|Ye both with kisses." And she smiled 3650|With such a blessed smile, I thought 3650|I never could have looked on her 3650 ======================================== SAMPLE 47130 ======================================== 1287|On his cheek, the light-held cross is seen 1287|Dotted with stars; the other one with eyes, 1287|Full of deep-drawn sadness, looks the other way. 1287|Yet the one, my son, is young, 1287|In the midst of youth, and he 1287|So oft forgets a holy tale, 1287|That he loves it ever,--yes; 1287|In that spot, my son, is pictured 1287|The Blessed Mary, with white veil, 1287|'Mid the flowers,--so is she 1287|The Virgin Mary, which the Father blesses. 1287|And the other one is sad, 1287|And his face is sad with gout; 1287|He is full of sorrow, 1287|While the flowers, his cheeks with roses overcast, 1287|And my son, by his grief, 1287|Is seen with her, as in the world of play, 1287|Gaze, then, on this fair 1287|And precious woman; what an hour and well-worth 1287|And what a beauty she is to his view! 1287|But the young man, my son, is still 1287|In his spirit, and in his youth he's fond 1287|Of the Mother whom he loves; 1287|He may not be the first 1287|To love her, and to think upon her eyes 1287|Of the beautiful Godlike glory of her look, 1287|And her lovely maidenly innocence. 1287|If, then, the lad should now be wroth 1287|(And, sooth, he's happy to be so), 1287|My son, he well may be, 1287|As the man, with grief and grief, is now bereft. 1287|My son, if thou to him shouldst read this,-- 1287|If thou wouldst give him knowledge of such, 1287|Say,--"My Lord, can I understand 1287|This image of thy darling, my Jesus?" 1287|For, whatsoe'er I may, 1287|If, when I look on the fair, fair woman, 1287|Within the flowery bowers, 1287|Thy love I am bound to keep, 1287|Ne'er will I leave the spot; 1287|But, say,--"My Lord, if my darling, my Jesus return!" 1287|For, whatsoe'er,--if my darling may, 1287|I will be good in prayer, 1287|And, if the image of thy darling once again 1287|Come thronging my mind to, 1287|May God in His mercy receive me from pain! 1287|For, oh! my boy, thy grief will soon give way! 1287|Thou to the bosoms of thy mother mayst bring me, 1287|With the image of thy darling, and mayst make me 1287|As one, to the blissful seats of the Christ 1287|With a heart all pure! 1287|To the bosoms of thy mother, then, 1287|Bring me, O my son! 1287|With the image of thy darling, my Jesus! 1287|For, oh! my boy, there's cause for delight; 1287|The sun, whose beams have lately dyed 1287|The landscape a golden sheen, 1287|Is on his earth-coloured bed. 1287|With the image of thy darling, my Jesus, we are born, 1287|When our eyes with soft lustre glow, 1287|Heaven is a garden, love a fair and fragrant grove! 1287|With the image of thy darling, my Jesus, 1287|We are born, with the image of the Saviour: 1287|He is born, he is born, with the image unborn; 1287|My God, Thou art a man! 1287|With the image of the Saviour, my God, I am a man!' 1287|Thus my son, how joyously 1287|He has made this earth to him! 1287|I am the man! 1287|He is now at my side, 1287|And he gazes on my form so fair to see! 1287|With the image of my Saviour, my Christ, here's the place 1287|Where thy mother is, to a man! 1287 ======================================== SAMPLE 47140 ======================================== 3468|For the love of our lord and our queen. 3468|That she is not fair, nor yet be like the moon, 3468|But be all her maiden heart's wild beauty bare 3468|And the pure beauty of the sun; 3468|And that God shall be with us, and the wind 3468|Be the friend of our journey hence, 3468|Till we rise up a living soul 3468|To dwell with and to bless. 3468|Ye whom the old love of woods is old, 3468|Whom the love of fire hath driven far from home, 3468|Who seek the fruit to give, 3468|Who seek the song to make, 3468|There, 'mid the winds and streams, 3468|We walk in the sun, forsooth, 3468|And watch the days wester, 3468|And see the sea flow in 3468|On the far morning's face. 3468|And lo, when, and where 3468|The world of men doth whirl, 3468|How is the story that 3468|Is told to old Earth's young children there, 3468|And still the earth shall be 3468|Fair as the flower that we 3468|Who walk in the sun, forsooth, 3468|How is it that we 3468|Seek the song to make, 3468|When all our life's tale is o'er? 3468|The wind hath a soft breath, 3468|The waters a clear death, 3468|And the land is like a star 3468|Whose heart is living yet. 3468|The land is fair and young, 3468|The sea is old and grey 3468|And the star's heart is sad 3468|And the suns love the shade, 3468|And the wind hath no heart to love, 3468|But sings as he walketh by. 3468|The wind hath a soft breath, 3468|The waters a clear death, 3468|And the suns sing while he sleepeth 3468|Where the sea hath a shadow. 3468|The sky hath a smile and tears, 3468|The sea hath a smile and sighs, 3468|And the heart of a mother 3468|Weaves for her children fair 3468|In the lands that lie by sea, 3468|And the wind hath no heart to sigh, 3468|But sings as he walketh by. 3468|The light of the sun is cast 3468|Through the moonlit night on me; 3468|But the voice of God is the same 3468|As it sways from the dawn. 3468|But the voice of God is the voice 3468|Whence life springs from the earth; 3468|And the voice of God is the word 3468|That all men hear and fear. 3468|But the voice of God when he spake, 3468|It knew as it sways, 3468|And it hath a strength in the skies 3468|That all men wot. 3468|There's a light o'er the hills that is the Moon, 3468|The light o'er the hills that is the Sun, 3468|And the sky o'er the hills that is the Sun 3468|He shall not go away. 3468|In an olden place, 3468|There's a light o'er the hills that is the Moon, 3468|The light o'er the hills that is the Sun, 3468|That the hills of the earth shall never lack. 3468|There's a light in my heart 3468|The hills o'er the sea-lands dim; 3468|But the Light o' my love shall never know, 3468|For the hills of the earth shall never lack. 3468|There's a light in my heart 3468|That dwells in the hills that are the Sea, 3468|And bright that light shall be, 3468|Though earth lie so far away. 3468|The Light o' my heart 3468|That is never old with the world, 3468|The Light o' my love that is ever nigh, 3468|For the hills lie so far away. 3468|Light o' my love, 3468|Light o' my love that is ever nigh, 3468|For the hills that lie in the sky so blue all ======================================== SAMPLE 47150 ======================================== 23196|And he had to lie down to die, 23196|And it was his only friend, 23196|His only friend who ever smiled forlorn. 23196|And he didn't even have to sleep 23196|And wake up in the night; 23196|For a shadow from the sky 23196|Slipped past the tent to his breast 23196|And touched his little dead face-- 23196|Hands, that were white with the sleep, 23196|Lips, that had closed out the day, 23196|Eyes, where a smile had flashed red-- 23196|All were in the shadow's way: 23196|And the shadow took them all, 23196|And put them all in a place 23196|By a shadowy river bed. 23196|And there the dead body lay, 23196|And the shadow lifted his head, 23196|And smiled, and turned to the night 23196|Lifting a great white arm. 23196|"My dead love!" he murmured low, 23196|"I have found me a lover!" 23196|And a shadow took the two 23196|For a knightly company 23196|Swung down the river that poured 23196|By the other side. 23196|And the shadow led the pair 23196|Up by the shadowed hill, 23196|And a song rang through the hill-- 23196|"The Lord give a new love! 23196|The Lord give a new love!" 23196|And the singer's eyes grew bright 23196|With a wonder of glad surprise: 23196|"The Lord give a new love! 23196|The Lord give a new love." 23196|And the shadow led them on, 23196|With lights and with flowers and with song, 23196|And there on the hill they lay-- 23196|Hands together and wings spread; 23196|And the shadow lay like a tent 23196|Upon the hill; and with a cry 23196|The singer turned to the sun-- 23196|"Give a new love!" he cried. 23196|And the shadow took them, one 23196|By one, in a little boat, 23196|And down the river brought them 23196|To the shadowed lake below. 23196|And there the singer fell asleep 23196|With the singing of wings, and dreamed 23196|That the wings were singing too: 23196|And it was the song his soul heard 23196|That woke him, that was the new love. 23200|Of my love and yonder dream 23200|We may be old friends; but I 23200|Saw those other tears, those words 23200|That I so often kissed, 23200|As you'll be, when you've been true, 23200|As you'll be, when you're false, 23200|Till you love me less with heart 23200|Than with head for heart. 23200|The moon looks soft when the moon 23200|Sails on the sea, 23200|The leaves wave when the leaves 23200|Wander in the dark. 23200|And then you wonder who 23200|Yon drifting man may be; 23200|And who or what of them was 23200|The dream that passed, the tune 23200|That made you drift apart, 23200|And make sad dreams. 23200|Yon wind-flanked sail in the sea, 23200|Yon dreaming ship I know, 23200|But I can not say 23200|If they were fair, or if again 23200|They'll meet and go again. 23200|But through the dark and the rain 23200|My love shall sail with you on 23200|And be forgiven. 23200|When I was young and careless, I 23200|Was one of those children who always talk 23200|A little to please their friends, and cry 23200|To have their little playthings all ready; 23200|Then, when called upon, they'd run away 23200|Somewhere full of pleasure, and they'd say 23200|They had not played for long, but played too late, 23200|And their "solutions" were old--too stale 23200|To be useful, at least! 23200|O, I remember it! How well they played,-- 23200|The little hands that were prepared to hold, ======================================== SAMPLE 47160 ======================================== 30391|And he, the lord of all the lands, 30391|Rides down the stream 30391|Which winds about the dome of night 30391|In a dusky shroud. 30391|His mighty manes are white, and now 30391|His mighty hands 30391|Are held in a mighty sword 30391|Where the stars shine fair: 30391|And round his wrist a shining cord 30391|Gleams from a golden scimitar, 30391|With three golden crosses dight, 30391|Which with a silvery sound is bound 30391|To the stars and moon. 30391|And every man from this high dome 30391|Turns in his scabbard bright 30391|A mighty staff of iron gold 30391|That trembles with gold light, 30391|Like a dragon's skin. 30391|And the walls of the tower crumble down 30391|And crumble for a space, 30391|And the light of the storm-clouds swoons 30391|Upon it; and the earth-breath flies 30391|Far off with the breath of the foam 30391|That floats the river like death, 30391|Where the sea-waves are white. 30391|And the land-waves rattle to and fro 30391|When the winds drive high, 30391|And tremble to and fro with thunder-gleam 30391|That flecks the waters black. 30391|Where the high towers of Babel reek o'er 30391|And darken with the rain, 30391|There a man looks out upon the waves 30391|To hear the night-gaunts moan, 30391|Where the stars are bright. 30391|And this is the land where the gods are 30391|And this is the land where the darklands are, 30391|And this low world where the seas and the tides 30391|Make a song of their own fancies and wiles 30391|And a melody of their own fears. 30391|There the night-fowls fret with the winds 30391|And the mad waves rage for love of the moon, 30391|And the winds and waves are a kingdom's empire 30391|From the land of dread and storm; 30391|And the mighty walls that enclose this world-- 30391|And the mighty towers that are built thereby-- 30391|That are kingdoms in themselves-- 30391|Are a kingdom unto themselves, 30391|And they hold kingdoms by themselves still, 30391|Till the kingdoms fall in ruin and vanish. 30391|So the waves and the waves that foam and roar 30391|From the land of the far-off blue, 30391|In the far-off blue of the sea and skies, 30391|Till the waters and stars of the stars in the skies, 30391|And the waves and skies and stars are all gone, 30391|Shun them not, nor tremble and shriek in scorn-- 30391|They are realms of their own to them! 30391|And the light from their towers falls on the world 30391|And the light of the sunset shows clear light 30391|In the night, that is lord of the dark and the air, 30391|And the moon that is prince of the stars: 30391|And there the starlets laugh and the world laughs and smiles, 30391|As they laugh in their spires of their pride, 30391|And the night and its host of starry gods 30391|Rear their heads in glad glory above 30391|And its host of moon-queens in their splendour 30391|Sing from their tombs, 30391|While the wind of the sky whispers and whispers 30391|'Tis the land of the night and the stars, 30391|And they stand in their shining places of light, 30391|In their places of great fame, 30391|Where the earth and the sea and the skies are sweet, 30391|And the moon and her host of moon-folk wear 30391|The splendour and glory of a crown-- 30391|'Mid the lights of the light, 30391|And the towers of the sky. 30391|And there are the gods, and the kings of the sky, 30391|And their mighty hands and feet are lit 30391|With starry light and the light of their feet 30391|That are as white as the cloudless blue 30391|That ======================================== SAMPLE 47170 ======================================== 2558|With all her charms the maiden best is known; 2558|"A virgin never knew a frou-froucher yet!" 2558|O ladies, may we ne'er forget to praise 2558|The maids of ancient times: may we ne'er forget 2558|How sagely gentlemen have lived like men. 2558|How well their wit was paid in time of need! 2558|The years they pass--yet they've no cause for blame-- 2558|As gentle as are sheep, for pleasure's sake. 2558|The days of old are passing, leaving not 2558|The names of the noble. Shall we weep o'er the grave 2558|Of this departed time-honored race? 2558|Let each be thankful that he has lived, 2558|Nor let us envious view the progress of time! 2558|Let each be jealous of his own time, 2558|And wish that he might live again like the past. 2558|The times are all gone to make us forget 2558|What hath gone before; yet time is nigh to make 2558|Great-grandfathers men, and rich-granddame fair-- 2558|Yet we are passing--we're coming to-day! 2558|Our glory shall wither, our name wither, 2558|When the sun has shed his rays on the soil; 2558|Yet glory is fleeting like our poor name, 2558|And we feel that we've not been without worth. 2558|Our sons and our daughters are dying--we 2558|Will be praised for their graves, the rich and the poor. 2558|They will keep the dear memories of us, 2558|Till the sands of time o'er all the sands run out. 2558|In the silent and vacant field we must find 2558|Life's golden treasures, that we have counted so dear; 2558|All our pleasures--that is all that remains 2558|Of that life which we loved and the joys we have missed. 2558|O'er the grave of the dead, and around its crest 2558|The earth we love is our own, and its fragrance sweet-- 2558|The sweet breath of earth breathes from heaven, and here 2558|Life's blossoms bloom as the buds of the West. 2558|The days are all gone--yet there's not a trace 2558|Of him who is gone--O'er his head we can tread 2558|With joy and with bliss. It is but the tress 2558|Of the wreath of earth; and while I am by, 2558|May the dust fall to dust, and the earth be his. 2558|Our children from birth shall claim the heart 2558|Of our heart; there is nothing here untrue 2558|To the laws above; there's nothing below 2558|To which, by the strength of his will, the right 2558|To be ruled by life and to rule shall stand! 2558|When he comes from the deep and the sun, 2558|And from life's dark, toil-parching sea, 2558|When he goes to his rest in the snow, 2558|And we kneel beside him, as grateful to God 2558|As if his grave were a home, and we 2558|Could live as his children--as happy as he!-- 2558|Then we could rest, with the loved ones who rest 2558|Amid his love, beside him, while the earth 2558|Shall seem fairer and warmer than it has 2558|Since his life's earliest day, as a white rose 2558|Against the blue of the morning is fairer 2558|From snow-sledge's eaves. And the breath of life 2558|Shall come like his breath, and the bloom of youth 2558|Shall come from his children. We can do well 2558|To cherish the hope that our children's lot 2558|Is not far off from theirs; that we all meet 2558|To bid our beloved rest, and his name 2558|Shall be sanctified in their happy home 2558|To rise in their memory. That their ends 2558|Are not in vain--that the world is good to them-- 2558|That he comes to their hearts and blesses their race. 2558|But, alas! our children are dying, 2558|And they come not from earth's ======================================== SAMPLE 47180 ======================================== A thousand years she lived in peace, and bore, 1852|With all the tenderness most mothers could bestow, 1852|A husband, children, friends, to happy rest. 1852|A child she gave her bosom in her boyhood's night, 1852|In her young maidenhood, as oft she had done before; 1852|But she could only think of him, and love him still. 1852|The child's first years o'er, his early childhood passed, 1852|A child of grace, whose manhood seemed to have won; 1852|At length a child of childlike faith and innocence, 1852|In that soft light, which illumines all our life, 1852|Rose straight before her. And the God in heaven 1852|Revealed its figure to her; from earth, from Hell, 1852|The angel came to show her Christ, and pardon; 1852|On this earth, in that same light, as well known, 1852|In that far sphere beyond, he taught her Heaven; 1852|That same light shone on that soul, by faith purified 1852|With the pure love of truth. 1852|The angel left! 1852|She felt that his clear voice passed, and knew no more; 1852|Yet felt him, with a sudden start, glance on her; 1852|And felt him, as it were on her, as it were, 1852|In the light of that light her heart, yet there, 1852|Yet there did his promise to her ring. 1852|It seemed the light of the old home was once more 1852|A light which had vanished, a light she felt; 1852|And from her spirit seemed to flow, as from a wave, 1852|The sweet joy of that youth's first Christmas joy. 1852|And so she wept; and her soul grew purer and purer, 1852|As down and out on that holy altar she lingered; 1852|And down from her heart flowed her soul's joy, as from heart 1852|With the hopes of the last heavenward voyage. 1852|To meet the angel in heaven was more sublime 1852|Than all thoughts of her childhood, or that dear present; 1852|Her soul had in it hope, a pure heart's hope. 1852|Oh! in a moment she paused to listen, 1852|As the sweet voice of the angel down told her, 1852|Of a vision which, unseen yet as it flowed, 1852|Sung through her life, thus as the music flowed, 1852|And she felt the rapture radiate its ray, 1852|In that vision's tone, like the touch of a hand: 1852|"My sweetest hopes--my dearest ideals-- 1852|In that vision's tones are more sublimely born 1852|Than all hopes, and all idealings which seem 1852|"In those tones to the soul, as the light of hope 1852|Holds it, as the light of the sun, afloat." 1852|A little light, which a golden cloud, 1852|Which from heaven with sudden lightnings gleamed, 1852|Flashed, as in the darkness of the night, 1852|On the heart of the maiden there, in that far, pale land. 1852|She saw, as she saw then, its own radiance beaming 1852|Round her in the twilight of her spirit's night. 1852|She saw the clear star of hope, which through the cloud, 1852|Brightening into radiant light, had found her. 1852|And in the heart of her soul her love's light gleamed, 1852|Like the sun's on the mountain, when night is overcast. 1852|"Thou art not on earth," she heard the voice 1852|Of the angel, and it was borne on the wind 1852|Through the dim, dim vale of the valley below. 1852|"But a dream," she answered. "Dream-like it gleams; 1852|I know not what it may be. In my dream, 1852|I was young, and a maiden. I seem to live 1852|In a forest wild, or in some ancient wood, 1852|Whose ancient trees yield me fruit in rare old-time smells. 1852|"I dreamt not that earth had such a variety, 1852|A variety so rich, so wond ======================================== SAMPLE 47190 ======================================== 1727|I gave him his sword and cloak, and bade him 1727|set them on the bed. A nurse had been there, 1727|bringing water for them both. 1727|"There is no more," said he, "but I will go 1727|into this house yourself in the meanwhile, and wait 1727|that you shall come back. To-morrow morning when 1727|you get back I will meet you there, and you can tell 1727|me of the man that is vexing you." He set his horses 1727|down from the ground, and stood up in his suit of 1727|suit of goodly work. 1727|And thus the suitors spoke, each to each: 1727|"The stranger we have seen--we deemed him 1727|a man of war and thunder--with a sword 1727|like that which I girded me with, and a cloak 1727|round me as also is his charge. He cannot hide 1727|or defend himself, so ill can he deserve to be killed." 1727|Then Telemachus said, "I can go to the house, 1727|but where is Ulysses? I cannot leave the house, nor 1727|can he come back." 1727|And the suitors laughed at him like worms. First he 1727|caught hold of Penelope and drew her close 1727|into his embrace; then he said to Eumaeus, "Eumaeus, 1727|let us make a marriage feast and go to the house of Ulysses; 1727|yourself I will invite Diomed and his son Antiphon, 1727|who have been very troublesome to us all the year." 1727|Thus he spoke, and they did as he had said them; the supper 1727|was set for the next day, and they dowered each one 1727|with a fair basin of good wine and a nice goblet of land. 1727|Then the suitors, when they had feasted their eyes on 1727|the bridal, brought silver and gold and wine into 1727|the house and took their seats at the banquet. And the 1727|whole house was filled with singing and merriment. 1727|And the heralds went round the hall and spake to all 1727|men, saying: 1727|"Now, gentlemen, ye suitors make your bow and take 1727|your swords and draw your weapons; now for your clothes, each has 1727|suit on his back and another on his flank; you can then 1727|take your seat at the feast and hear your fellow men." 1727|Thus they spake, and their saying pleased all men, and the 1727|suitors drew their blades and went about to lay their 1727|hands on the finest meats and gifts they had in their 1727|house. 1727|Then at last Eumaeus and Auton live long time together to the 1727|foretime of Ulysses. {81b} They went to the house of 1727|Ulysses and told him. He stood on the door-step in his 1727|suit of work clothes; neither did they seem to him to be 1727|making any noise, and he went quickly to the kitchen to 1727|ask for wine from the flask that stood by the fire, whereon 1727|the nurse came and handed it him; as soon as he had 1727|wrought his drink enough, he went to the entrance of the 1727|hall and entered the bower, where he found Ulysses and the 1727|neatherd in the inner room, and Ulysses' son. For the brides 1727|were going away to their own country to wed in the evening, in 1727|shun, and he was sitting by them and saying nothing, for it was 1727|night; but there was no candle in the house to light a fire, 1727|for the roof was all buried in sleep. 1727|Presently the woman with the white body began to tell her 1727|tale of the men in the house; they all wondered at her 1727|words, and they said, "Sir, it is time indeed to give your 1727|ears some attention; no other is saying what you are saying 1727|at once, so that it is hard to determine whether you are either 1727|a foolish fool or sage. You are saying that every man in the house 1727 ======================================== SAMPLE 47200 ======================================== 5185|To the land of little people, 5185|To the land of untried heroes, 5185|To the water-border, pouring 5185|To the fire-drowned men of trouble. 5185|Thus the mighty Wainamoinen 5185|Finds his long-lost lost long-lost country, 5185|On the fire-hills of the Northland, 5185|On the plains of Kalevala; 5185|Lingers yet a short time more, 5185|Lingers yet a short time more, 5185|On the fire-hills of the Northland, 5185|On the plains of Kalevala. 5185|Wainamoinen, old and truthful, 5185|Thought awhile and well considered, 5185|And he spake the words that follow: 5185|"If this earth be magic island, 5185|If the magic forces rest here, 5185|There may be my magic island, 5185|There the magic wonders standing, 5185|On the fire-hills of Northland, 5185|On the plains of Kalevala." 5185|Straightway as the magic island, 5185|Straightway as the wonders island, 5185|Magic birds and births of magic, 5185|Magic wounds and Sampsa-announcing, 5185|These may well be found in Sampsa. 5185|Also may be found the fire-raising, 5185|The song-bird's birth and magic deaths; 5185|Also may be found the bird-killing, 5185|The song-bird's song and magic flying. 5185|Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel, 5185|Where the fire-foibles found their home, 5185|There began the song-birds' births and 5185|Went to seek for Sampsa-leader. 5185|Quickly thinking of the deaths of 5185|The red-deer, and the birth of wonders, 5185|Quickly starting there to find him, 5185|Little time was left for singing. 5185|Little time was left for wondering: 5185|Short the time within the hampering 5185|Of our song-birds, and their birth and 5185|Deaths and births of magic singing. 5185|Short the time within the cheering 5185|Of our little time of danger, 5185|When against the death-land charging, 5185|Against the birth of magic singers 5185|Cars come with spears against us, 5185|Falling down the mountain pathways, 5185|Planting their way along the valleys. 5185|Would a better course have led you, 5185|Instead of spears and weapons, 5185|Instead of children falling, 5185|Instead of children dying, 5185|You would learn the customs of these 5185|Far-off-wanderers of the Northland, 5185|Children of the magic singing! 5185|Ere you learn the song-birds' death-engines, 5185|And the birth and magic deaths of 5185|Far-off-children of the islands, 5185|Let wise Wipunen know your wonder. 5185|When you learn the birth and deaths of 5185|Children of the magic singing, 5185|Hang the richest basket on top of it, 5185|On the hearthstone of the funeral-home, 5185|In the midst of these the birch-tree, 5185|Let the richest basket on it, 5185|Crocus, the largest birch-bark, 5185|On the mound beside it, silver-clear, 5185|Wear it for the dear departed, 5185|At the threshold of the dwelling, 5185|At the open place in squatters, 5185|In the homes of long-lived people, 5185|In the homes of heroes and monarchs, 5185|In the court-rooms of the well-dressed, 5185|In the corners of the village. 5185|"When a hundred years have overflowed 5185|With the blood of heroes and heroes, 5185|Bring the blood of one or two 5185|Cities, upon high shelves thrown, 5185|From the baths of Tapio and Saari, 5185|From the rivers of the Northland, 5185|From the broad and rushing Tamast ======================================== SAMPLE 47210 ======================================== I am so tired, 6652|I can hardly stand 6652|To see you in the street, 6652|To watch the people pass, 6652|To see you pass. 6652|When you are on your bed, 6652|Or supin' up a roast, 6652|Ah, then I'd see 6652|Your clothes, they would be 6652|Ragreglass and blue. 6652|When you are good and hot 6652|As can be eaten, 6652|Ah, then I'd see you play 6652|Like little devils hot, 6652|In _your_ nice silk gown. 6652|When with the dishes wiped 6652|And the tea poured out, 6652|Ah, then I'd see you sit, 6652|And watch the candle's shine, 6652|On the white leg-chair. 6652|When I am good and hot-- 6652|Then you'd see me there! 6652|For when we play, 6652|A-fancying, here and there, 6652|All through the darkness and the cold, 6652|My feet are dancing along the floor. 6652|I see my dear 6652|(Who calls my name) she isn't here, 6652|(Who calls my name), 6652|I can't make out what she's about, 6652|(Who calls my name), 6652|But I know her pretty red lips, 6652|(Who calls my name), 6652|With a nose like a cherry tree, 6652|(Who calls my name), 6652|And a big round round chin, 6652|And her eyes, I know, 6652|Are big with the wonderment 6652|Of a certain little child! 6652|(Who called my name) is in Heaven, 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|With him, Oh, what a nice little boy, 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|He has just come to me! 6652|(Who called my name), I can't believe it! 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|Oh, I can't believe it, 6652|Who called my name, 6652|Is very, very big, 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|And wears a long brown gown, 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|And his brother, Oh, it's the boy, 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|Oh, I think so! 6652|(Who called my name), the child will not come 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|But, oh, I see in his little face 6652|(Who called my name), 6652|I saw a little red hand, 6652|(Who called my name) with a pretty ribbon, 6652|(Who called my name), I'm so sure of it. 6652|It isn't the door, 6652|But the window that's the cause, 6652|For who could pass the glass, 6652|Would never think to press the lock! 6652|So in the evening, when I sit in 6652|On a stool, leaning forward, you 6652|May, to keep from pushing me back, 6652|Sit down where you used to be. 6652|And remember, not to get blue, 6652|And not to flatter when you chaff, 6652|When you used to make so many eyes 6652|By letting me look at you, 6652|And now you must not even try 6652|To push me from the way, I beg, 6652|For it's far too pleasant to be pushed 6652|By such as you in a public place. 6652|I have a little sister called Annie, 6652|There was a song called "The Good Woman's Way." 6652|"If any friend to pity want, 6652|Let your friend of sense and virtue go; 6652|Let him in, who wishes for nectarous hours 6652|In the sweet garland of eternal youth." 6652|I want that woman with the face 6652|Of beauty and of beauty's self, 6652|With the face of a woman who will give, 6652|And whom the will of an immortal lover 6652|Could not with more beauty ======================================== SAMPLE 47220 ======================================== 1365|And there he sits and speaks not, silent, lone, 1365|Unshaken, and without passion's touch, 1365|And watches the red moonrise. I was there! 1365|My eyes were blinded with a fearful light. 1365|So long I watched, the strange, mysterious sound 1365|Of voices, voices, falling on the ear, 1365|Till from the air it ceased, and I awoke. 1365|I sat me down in the enchanted ground, 1365|And the moon and the voices and the sound 1365|Were gone. And now I remember not 1365|What place had been for us, what words were said, 1365|And only this I feel and only feel 1365|The magic of this sudden mystery. 1365|I was a child, when lo! the voice of one 1365|Who sang with a flute in Lanier's old hall 1365|Changed to a sudden melancholy sob, 1365|And softly up the valley I beheld 1365|A figure vanish into mist. With pain 1365|I pressed the silence, but with fury cried 1365|The figure vanishing in mist again, 1365|Which had been a father and a friend, 1365|A brother and a father-in-law! 1365|I knew them then, and still remember well 1365|That the young man, as he sat in state, 1365|Said only these words:--In memory of him 1365|I bring you, in this hall of antique date, 1365|The flute of Hylas, that once through all my store 1365|Made music for these living memories. 1365|And he began these songs, while evermore 1365|The silence, like a spectral host, advanced 1365|Upon us. 1365|O! who can tell 1365|How terrible he seemed, how white, how tall, 1365|How pitiful as a king, how bare! 1365|Then did I look, and in my heart I read 1365|Of many a desperate, noble fight, and strife 1365|Beneath the sun. Who fought and died for me, 1365|And for my country; who in danger tried, 1365|And in his death's dark hour so bravely fought, 1365|For me and hers; and in the moment dead 1365|Who died and saw his country all alone. 1365|O! who can tell, but we were moved to tears 1365|At those first words of his! for how could he, 1365|Who from himself had separated two, 1365|And, in his lonely tent, alone with his God, 1365|Can such a strength by any word be told? 1365|How could such passion be expressed? and how 1365|Could he be so near his mistress? how so near 1365|Had she been, and yet so far away? 1365|How could he then speak of her so calmly? 1365|O! who can tell, but we were filled with wonder, 1365|And we were near to her at all times, and loved 1365|To hold and touch her hand; and we were near 1365|To her in thought; and, when it was not there, 1365|And when we were not near to her, we drew 1365|Her countenance unto ourselves, and we 1365|Knew not the pain, the silence, or the pain. 1365|How could I then tell you all about it? 1365|I cannot speak. I must have looked and heard 1365|All there together, or must have seemed 1365|To me, the most insufferable two. 1365|Ah! what was this I was talking about? 1365|Thou knowest that I loved you. And for this 1365|I made a vow, and with true penance weighed 1365|This burden up, and here it is untold. 1365|I cannot tell 1365|What death I was about to die, or die 1365|Not to have seen you any more, or die. 1365|The silence and the pain. 1365|I will confess 1365|The silence and the strange pain are an error, 1365|And I will confess anew the silence 1365|And pain. The reason is, 1365|When I was still, I saw too much; but now, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 47230 ======================================== 1365|Told them of some great work in the night. 1365|But they turned back and waited, and heard 1365|Still louder, and yet more loudly, 1365|The wild and ceaseless wail of the wind; 1365|They did not dare to climb the cliff or wall, 1365|But hid themselves amidst deep dark caves, 1365|Where never a step could be heard but thine, 1365|And the thick shadows of the vines and wild flowers. 1365|And they fell into a deep enchanted sleep. 1365|The voices of the wind went boding forth, 1365|Bidding the caverns quietly awake; 1365|The shadows all about them deepened, too, 1365|And murmured, "It is the voice of God!" 1365|Then suddenly the voices of the wind 1365|Changed, and a wondrous sound came from the sky, 1365|And round about them all the air grew bright, 1365|And a thousand gleaming cities shone out, 1365|And a wondrous shout of "Saints!" from the steeple grew. 1365|Then from those caverns arose up-cried 1365|The voice, "It is man's voice!" and round about, 1365|The voice, "It is the voice of God!" cried back, 1365|"Bend low thy knee and hear us!" then a cry, 1365|"It is the voice of Man!" and then a shout 1365|"It is the voice of Christ!" and then, "Ay, ay!" 1365|And as a man who at the window stands, 1365|And listening stoops to see the daylight break, 1365|And sees a ship go sailing by him, swift and white, 1365|But all his hopes and fears are turned to flight, 1365|While the white ship creeps into the horizon's zone; 1365|So stood the ancient Mayor of Jerusalem. 1365|He turned his face as in disdain, and said, 1365|"A silly woman hath come here with a lighted match! 1365|Would she were from the temple returned again!" 1365|And out the little lighted match went sailing by. 1365|It sang to the heavens, and flamed into the night, 1365|Which spread its folds unto the face of the steeple, 1365|And then the prophet of the synagogue awoke, 1365|And cried, "O ye who are keeping Sabbath, rise, 1365|Or the light of the sun will be quenched in his sight!" 1365|Then forth out of the sky a flitting mist arose, 1365|And like a white-winged swallow it came to land 1365|Upon the roof-piece of this ancient roof; 1365|And there stood at the window for an hour and a day 1365|After the light was turned to Aramaic, 1365|Ere the flitting mist passed out of the window-pane. 1365|And when the mist was over, it became 1365|A luminous light, and shone a glimmering light 1365|Through the clear window, illumined beautifully, 1365|Till the smoke which curled in the fair chimney-seat 1365|Faded like a pall of smoke in the sun-rising eye. 1365|But when the day was nearly at an end, 1365|And evening came upon the eastern sky, 1365|The white-winged swallow went to sleep upon the roof. 1365|Then all was dark forever and void of sound; 1365|But still the voices of the children prayed, 1365|When down the hill the mighty violins 1365|Went scattering in murmurs through the blossomed wood. 1365|There in the leafy dark the little children wandered, 1365|And looked at the garden far down in the river, 1365|And thought of the lads who never would be lads anymore, 1365|And looked at the castle at the castle-wall, 1365|While the sun shone on them with his rosy face; 1365|And all of their thoughts were with old Master Blogg, 1365|Whom they remembered for his ruddy cheeks and bells, 1365|To play at ball in the old hall of their home. 1365|At last they went down the path towards the meadows, 1365|To see the old mill-wheel at the turn of the road, 1365|And ======================================== SAMPLE 47240 ======================================== 27441|'Neath an ancient oak 27441|I stood in the stillness 27441|Listening to the pealing of the bell. 27441|There was no sound, 27441|There was no motion 27441|In the air; 27441|Only the summer night, 27441|Chill and clear: 27441|Yet the bell was clear, 27441|Loud and clear, 27441|Jangled, sweet, and still. 27441|Hark the story of old time, 27441|The tale of Nomi and the night: 27441|When with white hair and shining brows, 27441|To the window-ledge Nomi crept, 27441|While a troop of magic wands she wrought, 27441|To make the bed a little darker. 27441|Then she said unto the fire: "Now burn 27441|Within the wands a little flame; 27441|That I may give unto the child 27441|A gift, some little token dear, 27441|Some token of affection strange. 27441|And the child would sit and watch with me, 27441|And in the evening play with me 27441|With a bright-hair'd woman, made divine 27441|By the magic wands' magic might." 27441|With that she kindled slowly 27441|A red-hot ember; 27441|And it sat there flaming ever 27441|Till the woman, made divine by the wands' magic might, 27441|Fell at her feet, and was burnt to ashes. 27441|She had loved him so, she had loved him so, 27441|She stood beside him in the bitter flame, 27441|With a wistful, trembling mouth. 27441|Her eyes were dimpled, her cheek was red; 27441|Her cheeks were so flushed, 27441|That the first thought of her was, "He loves me!" 27441|And her soft, pale breast— 27441|Her, whose dark hair had made the world seem fair, 27441|Now bare its soul to him. 27441|Oh, he loved her so, but ah, his hand 27441|Could not kiss away, 27441|His feverish, rapturous, tender kiss 27441|And brought her nearer to the flame. 27441|At last he said,--"Why dost thou cling so close? 27441|'Tis lonely here, I know, 27441|For the wind sweeps sighing over head, 27441|The land-wind, which wanders by. 27441|The sky is cold, the very sun 27441|Is paler than thy cheek! 27441|Thy forehead is so snowy-white, 27441|'Tis dusky black as my last shroud: 27441|For ever since that midnight hour, 27441|My heart's own fated eyes have sought for me!" 27441|Then I said, "And is she near?" 27441|And he: "Her voice is strange and low: 27441|I hear its music, but I cannot speak. 27441|I'm lonely, Madam, but my heart is sad, 27441|For I've given all my grief to thee." 27441|Then I said: "When shall I see again 27441|My love whom I loved so fondly? 27441|When shall I see her sweet, red lips, 27441|And fondly pressed by them, lie cold and dead?" 27441|He sighed: "Thou'lt see her when her eyes 27441|Shall see thee waking, and her eyes 27441|Shall lift thine head up to greet me there. 27441|I've seen the light among the flowers 27441|That smiles on thy cheek, and yet is mine; 27441|I've seen it shed upon thy breast 27441|A tenderness that comes too late; 27441|But ah! I fear that thou wilt see 27441|No more the light that brightened so." 27441|Then, wearily pausing here, 27441|We parted; and he, returning, 27441|Paused beside her mourning head: 27441|"'Twas well," he said, "that thou and I 27441|Were silent with the strangers there: 27441|For still, and near, and yet unseen 27441|My lady stands, who, dying, left 27441|One more love than words could ======================================== SAMPLE 47250 ======================================== 1745|And all the Earth's vast riches to him gave. 1745|Thus, in thir golden Chariot, to the bier 1745|Of one so dear, a Giver I am gone; 1745|Where shall I lodging go, or whither ride? 1745|The choice is with you still: rest ye henceforth, 1745|For I will not conceal myself from you. 1745|As Moses having ta'en the Israelite, 1745|Saw the new Paradise, where God with mankind, 1745|Man with his sin abides; even so hath Moses 1745|Saw the new Paradise, and all the Gods. 1745|But for the multitude of Earthly Kings, 1745|And all the sin-sordid throng that live and love, 1745|I should expose myself to scoff and sneer; 1745|Not unto such, but to the simple ones 1745|That ever were in Paradise, and know the things, 1745|And ever shall know the things, that they in song 1745|Make with their hands to please the mighty Seer, 1745|Muse after mine own dull fancy wakes. 1745|So little they value things of purest shape, 1745|In beauty more delusive, overmuch 1745|Ofttimes, than in the common weal of men, 1745|Who see an end without the whence and where. 1745|This is the place where our Saviour bled for us, 1745|To show us his own nature, were we both 1745|Consumed with sin, and one in damnation lost. 1745|His country was the hill, upon whose crest 1745|We now were thrown; our redemption then 1745|Was in that hill, but that redemption now 1745|Is in the valley below. 1745|Here do we come 1745|Where Paul and Barnabas his associate saw 1745|Traveling forth from Rome to Ephesus' isle, 1745|With some that were by birth Cilicians overcast, 1745|The Saint Barnabas was, I suppose, 1745|The like in birth to ours, in manner of our state, 1745|Being of South-sea-Pier, bred to visit far 1745|Arbors and isles. Upon their way they passed 1745|A town of Carthage, and Cilicia's name 1745|Was called, as now, because the gods there grant'd 1745|Both. Down they came to Dardan Pompey's town, 1745|Which lately had a godrid dedication; 1745|But after they were well into the wild, 1745|Short tale it is that I must tell: they found 1745|A temple of black Jove, in which the crowd 1745|Allahwish, and there on he passed; and when he came 1745|Within a cave deep-arched about with brass, 1745|A marvel to behold! with lofty doors 1745|The sky was shut, and all the earth was staid 1745|Even as Demeter when she looked upon 1745|The crowd, for only thus were gates of brass 1745|Kept softly fast, when men had fled from heav'n, 1745|So heavenward held: forthwith he into a hall 1745|He went, and up into a stately dome, 1745|Of wood, with brass girt about; where SATAN 1745|Perforce espied him out, and thus bespake 1745|The pagan king: "Astonish'd at the sight 1745|Of so great power, thou lie'st of liberty; 1745|Thou hast no part in this greater evil, 1745|Thou who hast gain'd so high a spot: these halls 1745|Are fashioned late the devil's; they are not hall 1745|Or throne of freedom; liberty is there, 1745|Free as the air: this day thou shalt be doom'd 1745|From henceforth to abide in chains as inD, 1745|For thee, no less then slaves." Straight answer'd he: 1745|"To me less dreadful is this then DD or Hell; 1745|I dread no less the coming of my Judge, 1745|Whose cross is on all thy comforts: therefore now 1745|Mayst thou behold me, till the coming of these foul, 1745|Though I am larger, then what now I ======================================== SAMPLE 47260 ======================================== 615|With all his might and main, who knew not yet 615|If that too high-arched rampart could resist, 615|Was not a foot of those who sought such task. 615|'Tis known how many a horse of valour brave 615|Had won the fight, and many a body dead, 615|From him who by his horse's pace and height 615|And courage, could with safety raze the wall: 615|By whom the wall was razed, was but the show, 615|Whose lofty rampart was broken down, 615|Nor the high fortifications was dight 615|Or bulwark to the gate. With him who lay 615|Of all the camp had gained, a warrior more, 615|He found, who bore the warrior by the hair, 615|And with his sword had beaten on the cheek 615|A piece of marble; and that piece, for more 615|Damask and black, his face to his breast was cleft. 615|And on the warrior's head the hair he laid; 615|And from the warrior's head the hair he wreathed. 615|The Moorish cavalier, when he his gaze 615|Sees in the warrior, whom he hath so slain, 615|Doubts if his life is left alive or dead; 615|And with his eyes fixed on the warrior, deems 615|He will not live, if death hath dealt him blow. 615|In rage that knight so nimbly cleft in twain, 615|The cavalier is now at full of might. 615|He to the head of his own body drew, 615|And with his sword, though long and heavy-hurred, 615|Cuts from the neck below, and smites the head. 615|And then the other, whom on earth he bound 615|To serve him, in one arm grasped, and made 615|With great and fearful force, the warrior's head. 615|He, in his turn, the other's arm o'errules, 615|But, with his sword, him first within the head 615|Is smitten; which his arm so quickly cleft, 615|As he from neck to nose had split the thread. 615|The other with a thousand strokes has done, 615|To the great wounds of both his foes; whereof 615|He sees, how that his fellow's flesh is shed 615|By blows upon the breast, or head, or face. 615|And that is not a wonder; for in both, 615|As thou shall hear, the furies are opposed 615|With so great power, of whom he might have said 615|But that the king who made him knight of worth, 615|Rinaldo, whom he hath so many pricked, 615|Hath borne on him too from his own hand. 615|In that he seems a coward and a foe, 615|Who never felt the thunder of such ire; 615|And what Rinaldo of his valour deems 615|From him is known to none, that other's fame 615|To the great Moor, for other champions, bears. 615|Rinaldo is of that Moor the same, 615|Who in the field of Pescara took, 615|Whom, in an obscure and lonely spot, 615|By Pescara's king on this side befalls. 615|From great Rinaldo to King Alban, 615|A mighty oath, but so unyielding, he 615|Is by the Christian faith and law disowned. 615|Nor does he think himself less worthy still 615|Of all that land, where he, by Pescara's lord, 615|Saw many cities o'er the sea o'errun; 615|So that he thought in him, in his own land, 615|Alvaros is less cruel than should be. 615|This he the oath in answer that Adonio brought, 615|His own, as much as it was, an ally. 615|Rinaldo thinks that he from him is free, 615|And that in other matter that he knows, 615|His memory and his will he will maintain, 615|And that himself of holy faith is true. 615|Then to the Moor the king of Argier 615|He spake; and more than one was he ashamed 615|His word of honour to the earl should be, 615|Who in Alcina's quarrel wrongfully 615|Had slain the warrior who himself was dear. 615|But with much rage he ======================================== SAMPLE 47270 ======================================== 4654|The godlike Thalaba, that in death, 4654|Still had not sunk in sleep or slumber, 4654|With trembling hand the vase reinflected, 4654|Which in the dying Giaour was laid? 4654|In death's icy depths no shroud conceals it, 4654|But the proud face it bore was blazoned. 4654|Thus was it said, and thus the story 4654|Of these fair people was enwoven. 4654|A little distance hence there lay 4654|A little hut, where toil was not, 4654|Save in their labours to satisfy 4654|The want and thirst of souls on earth. 4654|In it were sat, and in their sleep, 4654|And in the night-trials listened to 4654|The wails of those who to death have died; 4654|And in it there was to be born 4654|At random, many a helpless child, 4654|Whom no father left to rear him 4654|But the mother of the living: 4654|And in it sat the guardian gods, 4654|And with them went Phaethon. 4654|All these the guardian gods had ta'en 4654|In their bright ships, from distant lands, 4654|And so, in the vast and distant West, 4654|They found a maiden fair to see, 4654|But dark and small, of all the crowd. 4654|So to the mound they journeyed down, 4654|And the old man with weary feet, 4654|Weary of the heat of summer weather, 4654|Turned from the distant hills away: 4654|There, where the sun on the long summer nights, 4654|With a soft, soft gold-tone glowed within, 4654|To the golden hills was seen no more, 4654|Until at dawn the hills appeared 4654|To the weary man, and then the view 4654|Faded away; and then, alas! 4654|The sight of her, with her childless woes, 4654|Changed his sad spirit into stone. 4654|He had no comfort for the present, 4654|The present and to be the next; 4654|He could not even think of her 4654|Without desire and anguish past. 4654|He would have gladly slept, as of old, 4654|But that the mother was without: 4654|And, as he laid his weary limbs 4654|Upon the couch of the bed he had 4654|Built with his father's golden dower, 4654|He heard the mother's gentle voice, 4654|In her own native language, speak, 4654|In tones that had erewhile been his own: 4654|"A god, O Thalaba, for whom 4654|Is neither pleasure, nor renown, 4654|Nor the green field of the desert, 4654|And for whom is no delight 4654|Nor the long summer's mellow fruitage, 4654|Nor the sweet-bitter mountain range, 4654|Nor the white-thorn lane of winter, 4654|Could this maiden, thus a child, 4654|Hope upon thy heart so tender 4654|Give her hope? and not to follow 4654|Every pleasure, every joy, 4654|With the man of Babylon 4654|That with hands of fire can plough, 4654|Cling to the man of Jordan 4654|That can drive the flocks and herds 4654|And with magic spell can call 4654|Pious to God his aid with blessing; 4654|That with soft words can convert 4654|Or fools with words divide, 4654|Till the sinner's soul, blinded 4654|Into the false worship turn? 4654|"O Thou that wast conceived in heaven, 4654|And of the earth did make him. 4654|Thou that didst to the infant play 4654|And with thy hands didst rend him; 4654|Thou that didst by the aged bare 4654|Up to the highest in the world: 4654|O my Thalaba, my first-born, 4654|Thou that heldst the manacle, 4654|Open thy mouth and let me slip 4654|From this dungeon-cell to heaven. 4654|"O my Th ======================================== SAMPLE 47280 ======================================== 1612|The house is built up; I have a job to do 1612|When comes this night the time set for the wedding 1612|To our great old King Henry VIII. 1612|The door is open, they will enter. 1612|It is all a dream, 1612|All so strange and strange! 1612|When the King comes home, 1612|The Queen she sees 1612|It will be the funeral of Prince Eugene. 1612|It will be the funeral of Prince Eugene. 1612|The King will be there, 1612|The Queen will be 1612|With all her heart. 1612|She's not there, 1612|The King is dead. 1612|I have another task to do, 1612|As I say. 1612|He was so dear, 1612|So loving and true. 1612|And now, O dear, 1612|There will be 1612|No Queen to crown him. 1612|And so, you see, 1612|I'll give up my dream. 1612|I have another task that needs doing, 1612|As I say. 1612|My little man is dead; 1612|And now, O dear, 1612|To make a Queen 1612|I must turn over. 1612|There is a King, 1612|And he is cold 1612|To the Queen of France. 1612|A King is coming through the doors 1612|At the clang of chains, 1612|And she is shod, 1612|Awoman and man, 1612|With iron boots on all her feet. 1612|And she has a sword, 1612|And she has a whip, 1612|And they're flapping all the way. 1612|And she's going up the streets of Paris 1612|To kill the man 1612|That stole her baby. 1612|There shall be no Queen of France. 1612|I had a little pet monkey last Spring 1612|Who was always very very rough 1612|And always very very rough. 1612|He tore up all the garden wall 1612|And covered all the window 1612|And door and window with leaves. 1612|"Why, monkey, you'll fall and hurt yourself 1612|If you touch my shoe-litter basket, 1612|And I shall be very poor 1612|If you have children while I pick them 1612|Because you'll be the monkey." 1612|But the monkey caught mice in the street, 1612|And would not let them play with him; 1612|He chased them around and frightened them 1612|Till they went back to their babies. 1612|And ever since then he has been bad 1612|And never liked to play with me. 1612|One day when I was little 1612|A little monkey cried, 1612|And I got up and came to get him. 1612|I got him in the corner, 1612|But I let him off at last 1612|When I said, "You mustn't be afraid 1612|Of being thrown down the stairs 1612|Until you learn to crawl." 1612|I thought about it, 1612|And I put him down the stairs instead, 1612|And called him by his name. 1612|One day as I was walking to school 1612|A lady said to me: 1612|"Why don't you go into the garden 1612|And let the pretty girls play? 1612|Because if you had your skirt all round you 1612|They might think you had a dress on." 1612|Then I said, "Why don't you go into the garden 1612|To see what the girls are at, 1612|And see if they are picking up a rose 1612|That has gotten into the gown." 1612|Then I was very angry 1612|Because of this kind lady's speech, 1612|For walking into the garden was very rude 1612|To walking in a pair of shoes. 1612|She said it was very rude 1612|But I was very angry 1612|Because it would not do for me 1612|If both my skirts were always turned up. 1612|So I opened my little drawer 1612|And put many strings of pearls 1612|Into my little ======================================== SAMPLE 47290 ======================================== I went to him yesterday 32373|And cried:--'Pray, can you guess 32373|The meaning of this silence, boy? 32373|'This solemn thing done without 32373|A wink of pity or surprise?' 32373|Ah, then at last he answered me:-- 32373|'No, _I_ cannot guess the reason, since 32373|This night I knew the secret heart 32373|Which made thee look upon my face. 32373|'But sure,' he said, 'thou art born to feel 32373|The shuddering agony of love. 32373|But there _is_ a reason why 32373|Thou wouldst not tell me why thou art 32373|'This silence, and I do presume 32373|The reason is that I am loved: 32373|But tell me then, thou silly boy, 32373|Tell me without reserve, why _thou_ art loved!' 32373|'What if,' said I, 'Thou only art 32373|A servant to my secret woe, 32373|And haply this mute mystery 32373|Doth mean that those whom I despise 32373|Still live, and are not dead, but live 32373|In their eternal airs and hues, 32373|'And that in secret thou hast sought 32373|To hide that proof of love 'neath heaven's blue 32373|From those who should have pity now, 32373|But they must be divine--who dare 32373|Look on and study the great secret well? 32373|Tell me, and know that thou art loved! 32373|Or should I speak, and not without 32373|Thy fear--ah, foolish coward fear, 32373|Which Makes me look on, while it makes me cry-- 32373|Is heard in this my silence, and replies to thee!' 32373|Thus spoke the simple-hearted boy, 32373|And murmured in reply, 'Nay then, 32373|It is not yours--thy silence is the word: 32373|'Thou art his brother:--he is brother to thee! 32373|The deep-delved anguish thou hast taught 32373|Not to be hidden from thyself 32373|By words or deeds, but to behold 32373|In mute admiration, while the whole world sleeps. 32373|'Thou hast not hid thee in the dark, 32373|But taught thy soul to use the light 32373|To thy delight, whilst I, astray, 32373|Shall never clear thy shame away, 32373|But live in dark eternity, 32373|And gaze upon the sunless past, 32373|And live among the shadows of the dead, 32373|And gaze upon the living dark,--because thou knowest best. 32373|'I love thee too for thy dear sake; 32373|I cannot bear that thou must die, 32373|But, as thou'rt of my life the best, 32373|To live, to love, is more to me 32373|Than all the gifts of heaven to man, 32373|Which thou must bear if thou wouldst leave this holy ground: 32373|'While I, who see thee in my dreams, 32373|In thy deep eyes and soft grey hairs 32373|Dream of thee, and love thee ever, 32373|And clasp and kiss thy trembling fingers, 32373|While summer morns go round and round, 32373|And I, thy little son, go playing, 32373|While thou, my husband, round about, 32373|Hast shut the door, thy dream to close, 32373|Lest one poor heart thou mayst unclose; 32373|'And all too weak to comfort thee 32373|Thou hast withdrawn from day to day 32373|In love and tenderness of service, 32373|In service blest but to endure, 32373|The burden of that one heart of sorrow 32373|Which thou must bear, not knowing, knowing! 32373|'Ah, dear old soul! my soul it is 32373|Which feels not hankstimes my comfort! 32373|The love is a false and deep love, 32373|Which must not love thee, for she hurts. 32373|'The bitterest worm of all the earth, 32373|It digs itself a pathway straight. 32373|The deepest depression of the pit 32373|Is for ======================================== SAMPLE 47300 ======================================== 1365|With the same old story, of the ancient time. 1365|The wind in the branches, the sun in the skies, 1365|Like an old sexton with a bandage on his face, 1365|As he stood on the deck of the vessel that night, 1365|And gazed from the stern to the sun in a dream, 1365|Felt through each pulse the same cool, strong, tender breath; 1365|And as he stood on the deck one morning morn, 1365|And saw a gleaming shadow sailing by, 1365|He fell into a stupor, and the sexton awoke, 1365|And cried, "I dreamed a dream of a hundred years ago!" 1365|"What, but the sea?" said he, with sorrowful air. 1365|"In the years before Columbus, I was chief 1365|Of a small yet potent people in the North, 1365|"I told my dream to the good priest Fridolin; 1365|He was of a mystical kind of belief, 1365|Whose spirit should not let the soul stray afar 1365|An outworn pathos, but abide the change 1365|Of the eternal seasons to the ever new, 1365|"And when the dream was fulfilled, that other dream 1365|Became, the change of life to a life of toil, 1365|Of the ever-thirsty season and the ever sick, 1365|Of endless rain and never sunshine again, 1365|"So the priests sent me to the lonely, barren coast, 1365|And the old, strange tale of the wind and the sea 1365|Hints at a people, and the mystery of death." 1365|The sexton sighed; and the ship drove slowly back 1365|The whispering wave to the land of his desire. 1365|Then in her cabin the vessel lay that night, 1365|With the sun's last beam of crimson and gold, 1365|With the sea's last sunrise on the sloping sand, 1365|And still, still on her bows a mournful sky 1365|Like a great wreath of wither'd poppies torn, 1365|Till she sank, sunk beneath her burden of toil 1365|And the sexton's burden of dream and pain. 1365|Then, as the sun sank in the ocean's foam, 1365|The maiden stood at the helm of the ship, 1365|And looking toward heaven, spake to him that sexton: 1365|"O father, what means that strange green leaf 1365|That rises on the pine-tree on the hill? 1365|Speaks, as if it were but another wind? 1365|The wind of May, that wanders far and free, 1365|While the leaves of the pine-tree are flying fast!" 1365|And the sexton again began again, 1365|"Nay, but, for once, the leaves of that wind 1365|Are not yet all burned to ashes!" 1365|The sun came slowly up the western sky, 1365|Slowly, slowly, as if it knew to come, 1365|Through the green haze, the last of the world appeared; 1365|Only it seemed not to know the same,-- 1365|Only, as from some strange mysterious spot, 1365|Through the silence of the west and the grey of night, 1365|It raised its weary face and came, unseen, 1365|To greet the traveller with a smile of peace. 1365|A little while in Spain and Portugal, 1365|A little while in calm Esthonia; 1365|Then it came to meet the golden-gold morning 1365|In the land of the swamps and the sunshine, 1365|In the land of the long-necked lakes and lagoons, 1365|In the silent land, with its pine-woods and lagoons. 1365|From the banks of the river of Viterbo, 1365|Through the city of Toulouse, up to Venice 1365|In the valley of Corrara, it fled. 1365|It came in the valleys of Provence, 1365|Shouting from hills and the peaks of Casentino; 1365|It came where the valleys of Provence are, 1365|Asking each other and answering aloud 1365|Like waters in sea-covers, as it were, 1365|Whether they ======================================== SAMPLE 47310 ======================================== 7122|With a heart unruffled, we stand 7122|By the living source of all our pleasures, 7122|By that sacred fountain-head of all our bliss. 7122|With our hands on the gate, we enter in 7122|With a heart so pure it seems to say, 7122|"Welcome, my soul, to the heavenly land! 7122|Behold this little corner of the sky!" 7122|What it means, we cannot tell, 7122|While some hold this the world's fair day 7122|Sweet, so fair, and that 7122|So true, so sweet, it seems all heaven 7122|(Some so think), but I 7122|Find too oft in my daily journey 7122|That heaven is but to me 7122|A world like this, of bliss and poverty, 7122|With a little bit of hope o'er-set, 7122|Of misery and death set all my own. 7122|Yet here's a world where to be born 7122|Is no great feat; 7122|Where life begins, we take our chance, 7122|And there's naught to fear. 7122|It looks very plain when you stop 7122|And see it's plain 7122|That what you dream of is but happiness 7122|Not riches much. 7122|And if there's nothing more, though briefer 7122|Than a single day-- 7122|It is but a short, sweet smile of Fate 7122|That bids one sit and say 7122|"What a heaven is this!" And this shall be 7122|The glory and the pride 7122|Of all that's good, that I can see, 7122|And who shall say that the world has shown 7122|A worse, a sweeter life than mine? 7122|The world's a far thing to cross 7122|And yet 'tis there I'm come; 7122|But there's a wide world round my feet 7122|That I will cross, if I can. 7122|"I'm ready now"--all the time I'm busily busily busily busily busily busily busily, 7122|In a state of indolence and weakness, I think I am 7122|ready; 7122|I would not be too industrious or much in haste to make a claim 7122|But the hour of pleasure, when it has its being is nigh. 7122|I would not be so much engaged in getting the thing 7122|which I shall soon enjoy, 7122|As in enjoying the joys which thus await me. 7122|I have no ambition now to make a name or to advance 7122|In some line of excellence. 7122|'Tis a workman much of the moment it is chance to get a place 7122|I am content in the smallest and mean 7122|That is done by any one. 7122|But I see by this sun-dial of mine 7122|That a man so in haste he makes 7122|That I would not now be placed too high of merit 7122|If I got one good-sized job at all. 7122|I would hope to be able to take a few days off 7122|To which I do not tend, 7122|And that if not so much to get the thing done 7122|As to let one one thing run. 7122|But he whose labor is like to end his life, 7122|Wishing to do as he would, 7122|Is, in making that wish his earnest work done, 7122|Maintaining the very same man! 7122|I would not be too fond of the old ways 7122|If I had to wait a year. 7122|And I see that the work I am going to do 7122|Will be the work of sorrow. 7122|And I see that it will be so, and must be so, 7122|That the work of that year is done. 7122|When I come to life, it will be different, 7122|I would not be too anxious, 7122|If I could always do as I was told, 7122|And just let life go on the same. 7122|I would wish to be a man who knows, 7122|And has faith in his own hand. 7122|I would see no one put pressure upon me 7122|So to try his utmost ======================================== SAMPLE 47320 ======================================== 13646|A little boy, who wanted to be 13646|A big and bad man; 13646|So he got up some nails, and went 13646|And nailed all the houses square. 13646|I know an old woman who would sit on a fence, 13646|A fence that was blue, and a fence that was white; and 13646|She always was ready to say "I'm hungry, sir," 13646|And ready to help the poor man who couldn't get 13646|His luncheon. 13646|I know an old person who would sit high on a chair 13646|That made the whole world look small, and of course the 13646|People at home,--those old people all said they 13646|Was so, 13646|And begged that you'd think of them when you were 13646|down, 13646|"I'd eat myself into a swoon 13646|If I were a old person, sir." 13646|But I will make you my wishes, says I; 13646|Onward! 'Tis time to learn my poems, says I. 13646|I always make use of the wind to wind myself, 13646|If I'm to get the good-fortune I am seeking. 13646|A little boy, he was fed with milk, 13646|And he always played with the grasses. 13646|But he was never a great reader, 13646|For he always cried "Oh! that would be 13646|Good--for the wind!" 13646|They said, "No; he'll grow worse than a cabbage." 13646|So the poor little fellow was sent 13646|A horse to lead him into the chaffering, 13646|But he never would waken from his crying, 13646|For he'd cry "I shall grow a great deal better." 13646|He went to the hay-field, to pick 13646|Biscuits, and that's what he got; 13646|But when he came down from his labour, 13646|The hogs were all gone home to bing. 13646|When he came back from his field work, 13646|He found his mother standing in the doorway, 13646|Holding a biscuit in her mouth. 13646|She said, "O my son, what a wonderful noise 13646|You make!" 13646|And then she gave him a hard knock on the head, 13646|And a little boy with curly hair 13646|Looked out of the window with a sigh, 13646|And said, "That is quite amazing, dear." 13646|"No, mother, I can't explain it, for 13646|It seems to me all windy day." 13646|And then he looked at the clouds, and he frowned at 13646|The grass, and the birds, and the leaves, 13646|And said, "It's not very windy, O!" 13646|"All right, sonny," said daddy, "'tis well." 13646|"A nice little wind! a nice little wind!" you say? 13646|Why, it's a mighty wind enough for me; 13646|But it's a gust that I never heard of till you said 13646|It is so windy--windy--windy. 13646|Down in the valley by the falls, 13646|The swallows twitter and fly; 13646|The spring is coming up this year, 13646|And the woods are waiting yet. 13646|Up in your tree, 13646|When I come home at night, 13646|I shall never shut my eyes 13646|When I come home at night. 13646|I am glad to have you come this way; 13646|My heart is very glad, I know; 13646|To the heart of a friend I could not prove; 13646|But this I am sure of--when you come home at night. 13646|I shall never shut my eyes 13646|When I come home at night. 13646|I shall smile as I'm about to do it, now, 13646|And know that you are safe wherever you are. 13646|I shall never shut my eyes 13646|When I come home at night. 13647|With a little puppy that can whimper and whine, 13647|We went to see our old neighbour, Jacky, 13647|Who was all addicted to "fiddling and f ======================================== SAMPLE 47330 ======================================== 615|"To thy honour were I a faithful witness, 615|Nor ever had in mine of false account, 615|Who tell you that the knight, when he in France, 615|To seek his fortune in the land of Spain 615|Had left his knightly order, and to ride 615|Here to the city of Acapulco. 615|"And he had here his horse; yet him in vain 615|Would he have from his faithful liege alighted, 615|For he from thence had fixt his coming day 615|By his false tale and all the falsehood old. 615|I would to heaven, for him, of one, or all! 615|Nor would I take away a knight from thee; 615|I hold it guiltless (I say with heart intent) 615|Where thou hast failed, thou canst not lie forever. 615|"Now since from one event not more may hail 615|To thee, in every other thing, a knight; 615|I thee for an apology to prepare, 615|And pray for thee in some particular place. 615|I had not good expectation had I lit 615|Upon this knight, but that 'twere a foe, 615|When he was asked for, what place to stay." 615|The damsel, who had well before his sight 615|A lady fair and chaste and goodly-size, 615|Saw where, in fair outline near the square, 615|Was the bold baron who, to bring the day, 615|Would ride to Acapulco to the king: 615|Thus she in tears: "O brave Rogero, hight 615|Rogero from Parica, thou so great 615|And honored, that in my eyes thou seem 615|Like one I leave behind him, or his sire: 615|If this be thou, -- now shalt thou be left behind, 615|And be in thy distress, not be deprived 615|Of one single prayer, thy heart and thought, 615|Thy body's peace and all thy heart's desire." 615|The youth, who yet, of that most fair and bright, 615|Had yet no vision of the lady rare, 615|Now made his speech; but first with many vehemence: 615|How was his heart deceived, how would he wend 615|To rescue or to succour, who must dare 615|To woo, and to his aid was all in need? 615|But, when to that which he had heard was plain, 615|The cavalier did on Rogero say: 615|"Why would'st thou, young Rogero, on my side, 615|In that ill dream, which so bewildered thee? 615|My lord, that which will I tell thee with truth. 615|Thou well didst counsel me a wise remedy, 615|But thou wouldst be deceived. So many foes, 615|So many, round the place, I would not see, 615|That I my lord, who guides thee, should not stay. 615|"What thou shalt suffer, if thou wilt suffer wrong, 615|I know, and yet I have no hope to know: 615|But yet I hope not that thou shouldst in me 615|The thing ungrieved will believe, and know not. 615|To me is open, as I see it yet, 615|A pathway, whose rough edges yet are red; 615|Whereby to this world I shall return, 615|If the course thou goest now would not prevent. 615|"But since it can not be; -- for I the blame 615|Thee fain would hear, and see -- I am determined 615|My lord's purpose true, that, as I ne'er 615|Am in pursuit of me, the fault may die; 615|And if such course I take, as makes her woe 615|More wan, thou may'st be saved with thee and me." 615|Rogero was amazed at the address, 615|And that the king himself would have it true: 615|"For it would be to thee a great affront," 615|Said he, "if I the thing were false which said. 615|It will not matter, Sir, that thou be true: 615|But yet I will believe; for that which lies 615|Concealed before mine eyes, thou must believe." 615|"Believe," (says the cavalier) "for my sake, 615|And I thy truth will surely make assay; 615| ======================================== SAMPLE 47340 ======================================== I do not like to sing. 3026|Oh, I'm sorry now! 3026|Oh, it will make me glad; 3026|It will make us all happy. 3026|No one else will know. 3026|I cannot do it now. 3026|He is mad--I do not know-- 3026|He's been a very bad dream 3026|For twenty years; 3026|It was the same in Greece. 3026|He would not let me see, 3026|But let us watch the sunset. 3026|It does make you glad, 3026|To hear that sunset laugh. 3026|And when that night of cloud 3026|Will give the dawning. 3026|But why does he keep saying: 3026|"It was the same in Greece"? 3026|I do not know. 3026|And where did he learn his dream 3026|And what do you think? 3026|I never do. 3026|I'd be very happy there, 3026|There's lots of things to see and hear; 3026|There's no one else 3026|Who knows all this. 3026|The sea's blue all day long 3026|And the clouds are black over it; 3026|The ships go sailing away, 3026|And I hear the song: 3026|I want to go 3026|Out in it. 3026|I would like to be a sailor 3026|And sail in the open sea. 3026|And I could make my way 3026|Safe through the salt mist on to the west, 3026|And the sun go back into the west 3026|And never look at all strange at all 3026|If I had a sunshade every quarter. 3026|Then the day would shine every afternoon. 3026|I would ride on the bowsprits all day long 3026|And the sails should make a sudden twist 3026|And fall over me. 3026|I've always liked this trip. It brings 3026|A dreamy mood to me. 3026|I hate to be a sailor, 3026|When people tell me every day: 3026|"Don't go to the ocean. 3026|I'm sure there are lots better things." 3026|I'd like to be a sea-skald, 3026|Swimming in ocean-streams, 3026|Floating round in the azure seas, 3026|Dipping down in the waters low, 3026|Or sailing away at the end 3026|To the land of the sun and moon, 3026|And laughing in my wayward heart 3026|Or sailing away from me. 3026|But I think my heart would soon grow old-- 3026|And be too much like my sails to sail 3026|For what it would gain. I don't want 3026|To live and never go aboard 3026|A ship in the sea. 3026|I think that it would be a pity 3026|If I had to live in the sea, 3026|For all my children, brothers, sons 3026|Would laugh to see me out so. 3026|I think the children would play with me 3026|Out on the waves of the sea-cliff, 3026|And I say to myself: 3026|"Oh, I would be a sea-skald!" 3026|Or if I were not, I think 3026|We would all sing and play 3026|In the sunshine, 3026|In the wind-swept sea. 3026|No, I don't think that I would ever leave 3026|This house where I live, 3026|For I think I'm going to be a sea-skald 3026|If I had to; 3026|And the work would be worth it all. 3026|That's why I'm going to go. 3026|My father says sometimes, 3026|To-morrow he is going, 3026|He wants us to go away 3026|Once and be a sea-skald 3026|At home in the sea 3026|And there would we be sea-sick 3026|For days and days. 3026|My mother says sometimes 3026|To-morrow is time 3026|For something great at school 3026|With no other learning 3026|Or any ======================================== SAMPLE 47350 ======================================== 1166|In the light of the day. 1166|With a leap from side to side 1166|I came down to the earth . . . 1166|They knew they were dreaming -- they only knew -- 1166|I, with the wild black eyes, 1166|Laughed loud and sang on a swing. 1166|But the song was sweetly done; 1166|All the other girls in the yard seemed to think it true. 1166|I was the girl with the crimson mouth, 1166|And my hands were strong in the fight, 1166|And my boots were black on my feet. 1166|I was the girl with the crimson mouth, 1166|And I swept on the ball game to-day. 1166|I was the girl with the crimson mouth, 1166|And the girl with the crimson mouth. 1166|I am the girl with the crimson mouth. 1166|And I'll dance down the steps of the town 1166|To the ring of the dance in the white of the morning, 1166|To the ring of the ring in the black of the morning. 1166|To the ring of the dance in the green of the morning. 1166|You are the girl next door, my dear, 1166|In the old brown room with the big window 1166|Under the trees. 1166|I think it's the night I met you. 1166|Under the trees . . . 1166|It's April night at the first -- 1166|Morning, and a baby on your knee -- 1166|You are the girl next door. 1166|I know the old picture by the look 1166|Of those eyebrows and those lashes, 1166|Drooping and listening. 1166|I know it by the shadow on your hair 1166|In the nursery when you were an hour late. 1166|You are the girl next door. 1166|You were the one I was looking for, 1166|I looked in the other room -- 1166|Didn't see you. 1166|I knew the old picture by the stare 1166|Of those eyes of deep, calm wonder. 1166|Didn't see you, my dear. 1166|I knew the old picture by the touch 1166|Of those curls I knew from scent. 1166|I knew the old picture by the look 1166|Of those wide and happy smiles, 1166|And only by the sound of your voice 1166|That I'm looking for you. 1166|You are the woman next door, my dear, 1166|With the long dark hair and small, fair hands. 1166|I knew the old picture by its look 1166|Of her warm, sweet, sunny smile, -- 1166|Didn't see you. 1166|I know the old picture by its print 1166|Of that little face in white. 1166|I knew the old picture from the look 1166|Of the curl on her smiling face, 1166|And only by a whiff of your hair 1166|That I'm looking for you. 1166|I know the old picture by the scroll 1166|Of a small, black boy on a big knee, 1166|I knew the old picture from its scan 1166|Of a man in his night-gown 1166|Heaving, wild, before a giant's spear, 1166|And only by a scent of your hair, 1166|That I'm looking for you. 1166|You are the woman next door, my dear, 1166|With the long dark hair and great brown eyes. 1166|I knew the old picture by the word 1166|That she speaks so sweetly now. 1166|I know the old picture by the look 1166|Of her warm, sweet, sunny smile. 1166|And only by a last, most strange word 1166|Of her say, 1166|I do know you. And for that I'm sorry; -- 1166|Only for the look of your hot mouth 1166|And lips -- my dear, -- 1166|And the look ... of your eyes.... 1166|Out of the darkness and the dark, I'll sing you a song. 1166|I was singing in the midnight's midnight hours, 1166|I was singing in the midnight, when the stars 1166|Spurred through the window-pane into the dark. 1166 ======================================== SAMPLE 47360 ======================================== 16686|I've loved you much too well to be afraid." 16686|And I did not answer him, but I kissed 16686|His mouth, and let him kiss me too. 16686|How they kissed together, dear my baby friend! 16686|How long before we could utter "Good-morning!" 16686|How much I do not love him I forget it quite, 16686|But that is what I think. 16686|To-day, how sad it was my little friend 16686|To learn that you are dead. 16686|But I said to him, "You did but kiss my lips, 16686|So that I think that I shall kiss it." 16686|Oh, there are moments in life, dear friend of mine! 16686|When we two are only friends, and there is no one 16686|To give us good or blame. 16686|Then it is always good for us to be 16686|Just such close companions; to be so near 16686|Uses of to-day, or what to-morrow brings. 16686|And it's when we are not one that we must fear 16686|That we may part as if we never had been; 16686|For if you were I should still be you, dear friend. 16686|We may forget-not, though we may forget- 16686|What has been, and what will be- 16686|But, dearie, you were, and there is no one now 16686|Can e'er prevent it. 16686|My dear, I know it must seem somewhat harsh, 16686|You having told me so in an angry tone, 16686|And giving me just so many silly ways, 16686|That I am not the least bit pleasant to you. 16686|But, really, dearie, it is all the truth; 16686|None, that I know of, is a complete joke. 16686|And this is what I should not have said to you, 16686|That you never could be unhappy with me: 16686|Because--so near the Eternal One designed 16686|Us two--I loved you. O, how near! 16686|I shall be with you always, my dear friend. 16686|And, being with you always, dearie, lie down. 16686|When that comes I shall lie on this stone, 16686|And nothing more of life. 16686|_From the "Dante's Patrol":_ 16686|If it should come to be a bird, 16686|Swing on with me, my dear little friend, 16686|And I shall sing to you a song 16686|Of something--I do not know-- 16686|That you can sing, and I may sink 16686|Faint and weary, into rest, 16686|And I shall rise and breathe again-- 16686|And I shall wake with you, my dearie. 16686|For I shall be with you always, dearie. 16686|The night is past, the moon has gone to bed; 16686|And I have dreamed a tale of love and hate; 16686|I dreamt our love began with one another, 16686|And ended in a kiss--in bitter scorn. 16686|I have dreamed of lovers--I shall dream another, 16686|And another, and another, till the time, 16686|Until the time my fancy needs to please, 16686|Takes the whole universe as its delight. 16686|And I shall drink from that one crystal cup 16686|My soul, my heart, my strength, and my content. 16686|And I shall know the joy of it all, 16686|Before I am a man at all, 16686|And, while it helps my soul, before I am old, 16686|I shall not hate a single soul. 16686|And though I feel as love was made to feel, 16686|And I may be as love was made to see, 16686|I shall still love, and be--as love was made to be-- 16686|A soul that can never die. 16686|The dark clouds were flying, the night was wild and wild, 16686|The night was dark with wind and storm; 16686|The night was dark with storm and wind, 16686|When, 'mid the storm and the storm, 16686|A white, white owl with a shining pinion came, 16686|And touched that ======================================== SAMPLE 47370 ======================================== 18500|"Gude night, my lord," saith the puss. 18500|And, "Gude night, my lady-love!" 18500|In the dame whose cheek is like the milking;-- 18500|And, "Gude night, my lady-love!" 18500|And "Gude daffodil, a bonie brier;" 18500|And, "Gude ewe, a deil cauld drin' in;" 18500|And, "Gude take, a licht i' shirt;" 18500|And, "Gude keep, ay ay brawly won;" 18500|And, "Gude weet, ay noblest won." 18500|And, "Gude wat, ay well he fare," 18500|And, "Gude wat, ay hizzie done;" 18500|And, "Gude weet, ay dainty not won;" 18500|And, "Gude weet, ay blate natur"; 18500|And, "Gude will, ay bonie won." 18500|"When I was but a lad," the puss 18500|Thus unto the knight she said, 18500|"In a bower o' gowden birch, 18500|Whilk to please the knight I drew 18500|Fit sweets to grace his mouth to-day. 18500|Faire Rachevel in her bower, 18500|She smiles o'er blooming summer sky, 18500|Whilk smiles so bright, it seems sae rare; 18500|Wi' blithe smile o'er me and my bairn; 18500|And blithe smiles o' faut aye are sweeter 18500|Than mony luve's sae blaudit braw 18500|Gin she sees thee round the sunny flou'. 18500|But, blithe girl, mind you, you must not stray, 18500|While I speak wi' her, frae me to say-- 18500|It were a sin wi' a king to flee, 18500|Mair to be mair than gentleman. 18500|O ye hae right to be proud and free, 18500|The pride o' a monarch, the freedom o' a slave; 18500|Mair real than a pope a man should wear, 18500|An' be sae real to a manly heart, 18500|As the manliest on a soun'; 18500|Tak your own liberty, be soun'; 18500|You'll soon be mistaken; 18500|But a man for his fellows' good, 18500|And a soldier for his pay, 18500|I thought just then, I never thought 18500|O' war and martial honours but those were the best! 18500|But what's a' the dear little tricks o' life? 18500|'Tis but the rising of fainting doubt 18500|That takes the spirit on a sudden flight; 18500|Or, like the rising sun, a look o'er eyes, 18500|To guide it in the misty, cloudy mists, 18500|Till it receives its welcome welcome,--then 18500|A look it takes, an action it undergoes, 18500|Till the rising mists disperse, 18500|To view the future, with clear, awake eyes, 18500|'Tis then that a thought is gath'ring in, 18500|Like ray from ray, the sunshine o'er the waters, 18500|Gleams like a star, and answers like a word, 18500|Till we're aware o' rueful tears, 18500|And that we yet have glorious, happy hours, 18500|As true as they are rare! 18500|O welcome, welcome, ye smiles of God!-- 18500|O welcome to life's toil! 18500|Ye smiles, ye blessings of heavenly peace, 18500|Sweet to the weary pilgrim on his way! 18500|Ye balmy breezes, whisking by his ear! 18500|How we would watch, and with him wistfully gaz'd, 18500|Nor e'er would weary, nor care, 18500|Of him who came to seek us at the close o' day! 18500|The weary pilgrim on life's stream 18500|No more shall make his track by land or sea; ======================================== SAMPLE 47380 ======================================== 7409|And so, our gentle neighbours, if you can, 7409|Are you a friend or foe to us? 7409|--No, I think you'll say we are the worst. 7409|--Why, who would rob our country of peace, 7409|When we could rob them of their leisure? 7409|Come, do your worst; if you cannot get, 7409|Do but ask that friend you hate to be,-- 7409|I'll be bound if you cannot drag me! 7409|Come, do your worst; we'll see what we can-- 7409|At least, I wish I had you on my side, 7409|If but you'll have me, come, then be gone! 7409|_Comus_, _Ceres_, _Acies_, _Carybdis_, etc.: all three 7409|were said to sit on the green trunk of a tree, and sing 7409|as if they were not men, but things immortal and divine. 7409|If we were not children, as some men are, 7409|We should have long since gone off in our turns 7409|Into the thick of life's crooked path, 7409|And been mangled, maimed, disfigured, disconcerted. 7409|There is nothing here so very new as a man's love 7409|For something that is not himself, 7409|Nothing can be as much changed or adjusted 7409|As his love for something that is not himself; 7409|A woman's eyes must once be opened be 7409|To the sight of their own tears, 7409|And his own heart must beat against its drum 7409|To be understood as it were a live soul. 7409|And then, alas! I have known, even in youth, 7409|A woman weep, some little way 7409|Of which it seemed that somehow she grew 7409|To love some man, as if she could. 7409|But I do not say this to be a scorn 7409|To a man's poor girlhood! to be a child, 7409|Of a woman half so beautiful as she! 7409|All this was strange to me; I was too young. 7409|I do not say this to be a taunt 7409|To a woman of twenty-seven, 7409|But to say it merely as a hint, 7409|As a mere remark, as a faint hint, 7409|As a passing gleam of sunshine, 7409|As a touch of an idea, as a glimpse out of heaven, 7409|As a glimpse, a dimple, as a twinkle of rain. 7409|It was no doubt that she had seen, and remembered, 7409|In some still dimple of a heaven or a sky. 7409|And when night came, she would stand, and look 7409|In that sweet way,--in this wise:-- 7409|"Dear love, can you tell me why, 7409|As I stand here alone, 7409|I feel every bit the friend 7409|Of every tree and every bush; 7409|Every flower just opens its heart 7409|To look on my rosy brown; 7409|Every hill is like a cup, 7409|That drops a hidden seed; 7409|I have a life,--the life I knew 7409|But for a kiss of yours!" 7409|When the world grew lonely, 7409|And a little, smiling, stranger lay 7409|Beside her, she, smiling, stilled 7409|Her trembling heart and kissed the youth, 7409|As lovers, in some happier hour 7409|Of love, resume a sigh. 7409|She kissed him, 7409|As poets, at the close of day, 7409|With some soft melody are wont 7409|To lay their Lute aside, 7409|And to forget sleep and the low pain 7409|Of waking all their hours to sound; 7409|So did the poet, in her face 7409|Laugh awhile, and then awake 7409|And give her the homage due 7409|Of praising as he might 7409|The gentle, kind, and dreamy air 7409|Of a night of dreams. 7409|The poet's name?-- 7409|'Twas the name she wore 7409|When she was only known, ======================================== SAMPLE 47390 ======================================== 1365|The night-winds, moaning in the trees, 1365|Lifted her dress, and laughed and cried, 1365|Laughed loudly in her face; 1365|"Now am I glad," she said, "to know 1365|These meadows are not mine, 1365|Here am I glad to lie down and to 1365|shut out night and day." 1365|She laid her in her bed and her head 1365|to the mantel-piece; 1365|The lamps in the parlors glowed bright, 1365|and the picture of a girl 1365|Blazed on the window-pane. 1365|All, except her foot, was hidden there; 1365|But one stamp stood for her hand, 1365|And that was the first that told it seemed, 1365|her foot was placed in the middle 1365|of the mantel-piece: she was 1365|somewhat higher up than the rest, 1365|And raised her head above it, 1365|And with a laugh whispered, "I have 1365|another foot, and it is 1365|at my neck and breast." 1365|The clock struck ten, the hour fixed 1365|for meeting; but she did not stir, 1365|And neither turned nor spoke, for still, 1365|as in a dream, she sat, 1365|Without a motion, still upright, 1365|as if she were fixed in her seat. 1365|Then from the bottom of her heart 1365|the page opened and was void, 1365|while forth rose voice to voice 1365|in this wise,--"Why bother 1365|about my foot and my foot, 1365|and call it false? My foot is 1365|false, and in a false place." 1365|The clock struck eleven; and she, 1365|all blither, and, as I said, 1365|laughingly sat in the same place, 1365|as she sat in the picture; 1365|And, after laughter and music, 1365|again silence and darkness stood, 1365|while on the walls, in the silence 1365|of the picture, she was fixed as 1365|if in an image for a sign. 1365|But the second page was writ in letters 1365|with a cross of gold at the top and 1365|at the bottom a cross of gold; and I 1365|have put them in the Book! 1365|And when the clock struck twelve, 1365|she straightened up and was silent once more, 1365|as if in doubt, 1365|and, after laughing a little, 1365|she raised her eyes and saw, 1365|in the blankness where she stood in 1365|the picture, a foot and a foot 1365|with a cross of gold at the top and 1365|at the bottom a cross of gold! 1365|And over where the night was cold, 1365|with her arms crossed, and her face bent 1365|backward, and the candle flashing in 1365|the candle-flame, and her lashes 1365|bright with the colour of the sea, 1365|she lifted up her hands, and said, 1365|as she turned the picture over, "See 1365|that girl on her feet? 1365|And see, I say, yon girl with the 1365|brown hair that's binding her brown 1365|face up? And yonder the figure "Jenny," 1365|the picture says "on the brink of life 1365|as the moon shines?" Do you think the 1365|man who made that picture put those 1365|two pictures in the same frame? 1365|And that girl, in her brown hair binding 1365|her face up? And yonder the girl, 1365|I think, is the author of that little 1365|little girl in brown hair 1365|And so, I see that you have missed 1365|the point, and that this picture, 1365|this one, is the better one, 1365|because it is more like God's. 1365|And that girl and that girl, I say, 1365|are two shadows drawn over there, 1365|holding a book together, and they 1365|look so like each other, and I ======================================== SAMPLE 47400 ======================================== 1238|For you and I--what else? In a dream. 1238|This life with so many hills and plains, 1238|So many skies, I've not yet known 1238|And all day long, with so many flowers, 1238|Comes down through hills and fields. I've not found 1238|Where my feet always lie; and I'm glad 1238|That the path is not the road; 1238|I'm glad that I have seen the things 1238|I have seen, as I lie here 1238|In a dream." 1239|O happy youth! in the world of hope, 1239|In the realm of vision, thou shalt reign 1239|To be cherished, not despised. 1239|By Nature over which thy feet have range, 1239|Thy life has been a journey long: 1239|But to be cherished and passed from mind 1239|Is the highest privilege, 1239|And this is what thou hast spoken to me 1239|To accomplish for thee. 1239|I will give thee gifts that I have wrought 1239|Of plants and fruits; I will give thee boys 1239|To teach the art of life; 1239|I will give thee gifts that shall not fail 1239|Even unto death, 1239|Although the day may fail and the ways be dark, 1239|Even unto death. 1239|I will give thee life within a shrine 1239|Of God; I will give thee love beyond love 1239|Beyond the beat of love; 1239|I will give thee that which shall not fail 1239|Even unto death, 1239|Although the day may fail and the ways be dark, 1239|Even unto death. 1239|I will give thee gifts on earth that lie 1239|Deeply buried, but thou mayest look 1239|On them in heaven, and they shall be 1239|The riches of the earth; in the hour of death 1239|They shall be drossless; 1239|For thou shalt know when gifts are given 1239|Whether they were of good or whether ill 1239|In that hour of death. 1239|For the day may fail and with night may close 1239|Eternity's wide field of death; 1239|But the day and night have never been 1239|Over this valley, thou mayest see 1239|And love, being of the dust; 1239|For one who loves shall die for the other, 1239|Being born of dead clay. 1239|I will give thee gifts that are within thy power 1239|Beyond this beat of love; 1239|I will give thee the gift of memory 1239|And of faith: 1239|When thou shalt lie down and see thyself 1239|Upon the hillside, thou shalt look again 1239|Upon the hillside; 1239|For there shall dawn, when thou shalt lie down, 1239|A heaven of day. 1239|Thou hast not done. Thou hast not toil. 1239|Thou hast not sinned: 1239|By the Cross thy life thou wilt redeem; 1239|Thou wilt look a God! 1239|For a little while, so little time, 1239|The light for thee shall burn! 1239|For an hour, so little time, thou shalt 1239|Not love in vain; 1239|And a day, so little time, thou shalt 1239|See God and me. 1239|And a day, so little time, shall see 1239|A little hour go by. 1239|And the little hour, so little time, 1239|Shall go, all unawares, 1239|Unto a moment of a day 1239|When a little hour shall die 1239|For thee, O little age! 1239|And a moment, the little hour, shall see 1239|God at thy knee. 1239|O, to the end of time, thy glory shall soar 1239|From out the dust of human toil and strife; 1239|Thou shalt look down on the poor world's toil and wear 1239|A glory that death cannot shake off or quell, 1239|And the day's waste darkness no less shall defy 1239|The light that is in thy life. 1239|And the light shall pass through thy beauty's purest sphere ======================================== SAMPLE 47410 ======================================== I know. You cannot see a 27336|gazelle, or a leopard, or an opossum; but you 27336|can only see the shadows of trees, and bushes, 27336|boughs, and grasses that grow where the leaves are. These 27336|seem to be shadows in a green room, when they are nothing 27336|at all but shadows. 27336|Now as long as the day is going to be brief, and 27336|you won't need the light, and the night will still be gone 27336|when you're tired or dead tired, here is a poem to cheer 27336|you along the way. 27336|It's just as you'd think, the kind of poem any honest 27336|man would read and say: 27336|"I'm _just going to write that way--just for once_, and my 27336|friends will say: 27336|'It makes you look so grand, Mr. Poet,--and the kind of 27336|book we like.' 27336|'I _shall say this word again, and my friends will say:_'-- 27336|"I've a wife and two young children, all of them ill, 27336|And I often think about the time when I used to be 27336|like this poet, back in the good old days. 27336|A poem like this, from a real poet, was not always 27336|this way. 27336|In those days I used to eat as I always have done, 27336|and drink what I always have done done. 27336|But now I must say good-by to the boys, and my girl, and my 27336|"And the time when I used to be just this poet, 27336|and write this book of poems, 27336|when I used to eat as I used to eat. 27336|Then I'd say in my heart: 'How many more years will 27336|it take before I get my breath?' 27336|"This boy is just a little lumberer, one time I saw him 27336|and nursed him. 27336|He's going to be a man, and, oh, he's just as deserving 27336|as I am. 27336|"And this way he is going to be a man, and he's just as 27336|enough. 27336|And this way he is going to be a man, and one thing more; 27336|this way he is going to be a man. 27336|"And this way he is going to be a man, and he's just as 27336|worthy. 27336|In short, he's not going to be a coward; but when I see men 27336|wetting under the rail 27336|"And this way he is going to be a man, and I'm just as 27336|worthy. 27336|And this way he is going to be a man, and I'm just as 27336|deserving." 27336|"And the time when I used to be this poet, when I used to 27336|eat as I always have done. 27336|But I am not the same, at all." 27336|"But I'm not the same, at all. 27336|And I'm a great friend of the old way." 27336|"And I'm a great friend of the old way," said the Poet, 27336|"And I'm going to write a piece of poetry from a genuine 27336|spiritual case, 27336|Of that time when I used to be this poet, and write it 27336|with just the strength I had. 27336|"And I'm going to write the poem from an authentic spiritual 27336|case--Of that time when I used to be this poet. Now 27336|that I'm dead I shall be the poet again, and write it 27336|from a genuine spiritual case--And I'm just as deserving it 27336|as you are, dear Poet!" 27336|"And I'm going to write the poem from an authentic spiritual 27336|case. I feel the spirit in me, and I don't care if it's 27336|the same religion 27336|"And I'm going to write the poem from an authentic spiritual 27336|case. It's not that I don't want it to be. I'd be happy with 27336|just such a poem as this!" 27336| ======================================== SAMPLE 47420 ======================================== I had not known, I think, 37155|That this would be my last poem: 37155|Though I've a pretty little song, 37155|It's not quite as sweet as old Time, 37155|And I've a pretty little shop, 37155|Still it has served me many a day; 37155|But I've no one now I serve; 37155|And I have no more poems to print 37155|Since this poor little shop has shut. 37155|Some men have more than others: 37155|Well, this is my own opinion. 37155|Some men with song are more tender; 37155|Well, that is my belief. 37155|But I've no song to sell or buy 37155|For my shop has no funds to spare; 37155|And I have only pages enough 37155|To keep me warm and bright. 37155|And yet, I think the old-fashioned way 37155|Is far more tender and honest, 37155|For if I only have my way 37155|The world will soon be old. 37155|That is--and that is the motto 37155|God gave to Joseph Campbell, 37155|A poem that is good enough 37155|For every common-place. 37155|Now, Joseph Campbell, with a solemn face, 37155|Gazed, like a stern and gloomy wizard, 37155|Through his book of divination. 37155|"I have found," he said, "the secret of the world: 37155|I have found, I think, a thing which is never read: 37155|'The stars are not God's, but man's, and all 37155|The stars of His heaven are not His." 37155|I'll grant you, the earth is not His 37155|Which, as a lover, you are; 37155|I'll grant you, that I'm not his,-- 37155|But then my life--is not his. 37155|I'd rather be the brute you find 37155|The man you find the brute to be, 37155|And I've found that such a brute I am, 37155|And therefore you find that such a man. 37155|If all men were as brute men had been 37155|From the first hour that it was made, 37155|We would still be living and waking, 37155|And the world would still be fair. 37155|No, it would not be; you must be you, 37155|And so do I, until death do me part, 37155|And then the world will be like my life, 37155|Without the suns or stars or flowers, 37155|As it is to your poor devilish eyes 37155|But a plain dull, dark, unbeautiful world! 37155|That's why, when I look from the East to-night, 37155|The heavens seem like a splendid mist 37155|And the earth,--like the gaunt brown forest, 37155|Whose roots are thick with blood. 37155|Ah, my friend, that hour we were two friends, 37155|Friend enough to drink of the cup of wine, 37155|And a soul like that to give to one, 37155|One that would let nothing touch, not even friendship. 37155|And I can see your soul now for its light; 37155|You, with your lips, that I can call my soul, 37155|The light that lit my dream, the joy I knew, 37155|The hope that I could never see, but felt for. 37155|I know that you love me. I do know 37155|That you love me better and better still 37155|Though I cannot see a star like yours 37155|Set into my forehead. 37155|Now at last I see your star, 37155|As I first looked, I will confess. 37155|The brightest star to me 37155|In heaven. 37155|I felt that you, with a sudden bliss 37155|That seemed to spread my heart, that I 37155|Could but have seen you the whole day long,-- 37155|I could have felt your heart beat 37155|Stronger and stronger, 37155|And still befel 37155|To hold with you the ecstasy: 37155|I could have kissed you, my dear, the way 37155|That you kiss me, as though I were you, 37 ======================================== SAMPLE 47430 ======================================== 3238|So far beyond the height of passion, hope and power, 3238|Beyond the strength of words, beyond the reach of thought, 3238|Outpast the old, and in the new the heavens shall be. 3238|I shall grow more than the wind or the waves or the sun; 3238|By seeing you truly, by being yourself to you, 3238|I shall overcome fear, and all that men have taught 3238|To conquer and endure by showing you their purpose. 3238|And when at last I stand as in the beginning, 3238|When the dark cloud passes, and the light springs into being, 3238|Then shall I know that my life, my love for you, 3238|My faith in man, my love for all, has been a wise plan. 3238|And I will tell that generation to come, 3238|Who say that they are free, who say that they can choose; 3238|And the woman all your young lives, and the man all your years, 3238|Shall be the same to your heart as the woman is to mine. 3238|All our mothers were worse than this, and they made it clear, 3238|In the eyes of their children--if they let them miss you, 3238|It would be life dead you had died, and their love would have grieved. 3238|And so you shall have faith in me, with patient gladness. 3238|And your heart shall have beauty by turns, but mine by turns of pain. 3238|Your eyes shall be bright with the new love dawning up to you, 3238|And your heart shall be heavy with tears while listening to me. 3238|And if, one day, when I am grown to be fifty-three 3238|And people ask you why you love me, say--'Because she is fair'; 3238|If this should hurt you, then weep in private, and say only - 3238|'She loves me because she is fair and her eyes are rare.' 3238|But if they ask you why you love me, say--'Because she is true'; 3238|If this should make you weep, say--'Because we have lived in common; 3238|And I had seen you more often in train and on the track.' 3238|If the woman, the child, the man should stand beside you, saying 3238|'What an angel of grace does my wife know!' say something else; 3238|But if my wife should answer, 'What a wretched blunder!' then, 3238|Say something else--'She loves me because she is true.' 3238|For I wait for the light of your soul, your life for mine, 3238|Till you say--'Oh, yes, she has beauty for a wife by the side; 3238|But she loved me first'--and say only--'She loves me because I am.' 3238|When is the time for my love to grow warm? 3238|Is the hour come yet ever, ever near? 3238|Over the sea and over the land I go 3238|In the dream of my love that is a-woke. 3238|Ah how swiftly the moments fly, 3238|And how beautiful and bright and fond! 3238|But I fear the heart of that love, whose light 3238|In my soul till this hour I haven't seen. 3238|And when it lies at my heart and wearies 3238|Never to wake again, and all-devouring 3238|Night steals slow o'er the love-lit hours. 3238|And yet--at times my love can be sad; 3238|Sad with some knowledge as of pain, 3238|But with most undaunted heart that seeks 3238|Its own strange life above all strife. 3238|I have sought love in every land 3238|And nothing I've ever found 3238|Made love seem so dear or seemed to make love seem more dear. 3238|And I have stood at the door of a lover 3238|And peered as he went by, 3238|Counting his steps through the crowd, and wondered 3238|What it all meant for me and him; 3238|And I have seen him as he passed him by 3238|Wearing no sign of his disdain. 3238|It is a very lonely love 3238|As true as the sea is fair; 3238|Yet, having nothing, I dare not be lonely 3238| ======================================== SAMPLE 47440 ======================================== 615|Harmless they rest at night the horse and man; 615|Then, where the rest, is he, their guardian high, 615|A hundred foes, with him to meet the Moor. 615|Nor did the rest not see the cruel maid, 615|As she on him her armour girds; they view 615|She with the Moor in that fair fight in light, 615|Or rather dark, which she could not forefend. 615|The rest was one, with him who did oppose. 615|So that the warrior was not quite undone, 615|Who felt such power as now to him was given, 615|And was resolved that it would he abide 615|Long as he lived, as long as life was long. 615|The cavaliers with goodly cheer and court 615|With goodly banquet and with goodly cheer, 615|That they may not be by night or day 615|Hacked down by foul or foul malicious rage; 615|And with the warrior's help his bed repair. 615|Then all together take in hand, who 615|Arrive in France, where, but a month before, 615|King Charlemagne is gone upon his way: 615|And there, until he be the ninth in years, 615|Will he his royal scepter's weight sustain; 615|Or, I infer, in the tenth edition. 615|But first Orlando, in the list of nine, 615|His father's deed shall by this champion ply: 615|For him be sure as may be of the twain, 615|To prove the title for his sires and peers. 615|So saying, he made ready all his wont: 615|And in nine months, within return of seven, 615|Briefly the names the following deed shall show, 615|Of all the hundred of that list, who fell. 615|The first nine of whom Orlando in the fight 615|Did share, upon the morrow, with the rest. 615|"I," (of the tenth, when Orlando weaves 615|His thread, 'twould surely seem, the warrior had) 615|"I" (with his sword at him and head descending, 615|The rest upon some one's lance hath dealt me) 615|"And that one, I swear, by this war-gear, so 615|That you can say, no other than he is he, 615|Is by the list now settled, like to be. 615|"Nor any other is his name before, 615|Now on that day he joins that list so near. 615|But since he has, in combat, all the rest, 615|Let him the list, whereof I speak, display. 615|"This day the list of warriors I will show, 615|By whom the other dukes are held in gloom, 615|Who have so many foes, and are so nigh, 615|As that the battle, which I sing shall be, 615|Will be the work of others; whereof you 615|My name shall know, and where it is not hard 615|To find the foe who dares not fight with me: 615|"And, if they were not, as they are not mine, 615|'Tis my design, as much to check, I ween, 615|As if we turned against each other's might." 615|So said the warrior, and the day in store 615|For showman's work, he made ready to prepare. 615|Henceforth Orlando made ready, where 615|He had the names of all, and with such art, 615|As if to give them, he had learnt the fraud, 615|He filled each list as well as in his train. 615|Yet to be shown the list was not by one 615|Of all Orlando's peers, but many more 615|With all the knights of France the list maintain. 615|So well Orlando knew his work to do, 615|That not a page and not a sergeant, who 615|Has not, with his comrade, taught that knightly part, 615|Which is so long a care to him and all. 615|All those who in the lists possess and show 615|The skill well to be understood and won, 615|In the light of things to come believe him sure. 615|He is not counted one of that number, 615|Whom any one by promise hath been bought 615|To join with him in fighting, or to fly, 615|In his defence, or to sustain and guard. 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 47450 ======================================== 18396|Lose, then, your fears, 18396|The lark shall sing 18396|All her joys, 18396|Her snares are well; 18396|And all her fears 18396|Shall be laid 18396|On the plain. 18396|I'm going 18396|To the country, 18396|Where there's much mirth; 18396|There are flowers 18396|And trees in gardens-- 18396|A sight 18396|Of Nature's self 18396|Shall be there. 18396|Then a' things 18396|Are for men; 18396|A wife, 18396|A house, 18396|A kirk, 18396|A grave 18396|In the sod, 18396|Shall be the spot. 18396|There are lasses 18396|When women grow fat; 18396|There is drink 18396|And grannam 18396|When auld 18396|Merit gets her plaid; 18396|There's a land 18396|That holds the soul-- 18396|'Tis there I'll rove, 18396|A home 18396|In the clud 18396|My love lay dying: his brain was torn; 18396|An' now his bark o' life was borne 18396|To a' the winds o' the wold. 18396|O, it's been a weary while, my gallant bark, 18396|But thou's been wi' him the while. 18396|For the heart's luve, I doubt, will soon be cold; 18396|But my luve, my gallant bark, 18396|Now thou's a' to me. 18396|The deil had drapped ower the hearth-stane 18396|Some braw saut unsicker dare, 18396|The siller frae his pipe forsook, 18396|And maun sit i' the dust. 18396|Thou, thou art in the bieldy rear; 18396|And the fause that's sou'd thee may chance 18396|To blind thee in the night. 18396|But thou art in the bieldy rear; 18396|Oh, thou fucher of the glen! 18396|The bonnie lass of the bonnie fern 18396|May hae fared wi' thee before! 18396|An' thou art in the wane, 18396|And the waukrife brood o' the bog 18396|May a' beat thee ni'-wauk! 18396|But thou have seen the lair o' the ryu' 18396|An' the claws that wear it sae! 18396|The bonnie lass of a' the bawns, 18396|That's blythe as a langsyne, 18396|May weel be thy lane, 18396|When I'm auld, my gallant bonnie gal, 18396|Wi' ae whelp i' the sea! 18396|The sea, dear lass, may press saft on saft, 18396|Though a' thy limbs o' limblessness shake, 18396|Whare the sea has never left a limbless, 18396|May the sea press thee! 18396|The rill, dear lass, may gush in the hollow, 18396|An' trickle in the pool an' gleam; 18396|The sea, though he look like a thing sae small, 18396|May take the life out o' you! 18396|But the sea, my dear, may never take your life, 18396|For he's a man o' stature. 18396|He may clasp you in his arms, 18396|And sing to you in his song; 18396|He may gie you good cheer, 18396|An' a gude holiday. 18396|But never, never, never, sweetest lass, 18396|May I say na to the sea! 18396|Oh, may your heart be wi' joy, 18396|That's pure an' sae, 18396|A heart like the bonnie lass o' Armagh, 18396|A heart the sea has left behind! 18396|I hae a lass o' grace and nature 18396|Wha gie me aye a smile; 18396 ======================================== SAMPLE 47460 ======================================== 29345|For this thing we must think it in the day we come home again. 29345|We've been all day on field and bench and row, 29345|And we've had fruit and flowers to give away; 29345|But when will these people have no sense or care 29345|To come and see their friends, who've stayed all night long? 29345|I cannot bear to think of our being there 29345|Before we go home to bed again; 29345|It's something to be sure. But it won't be long 29345|Until we're all of us, in our house again. 29345|"_How do the boys keep their time?_" 29345|One after another they come. 29345|"_Who have the day before their eyes?_" 29345|"_Look! How long the boys! They're long at dances. 29345|_Who dance the longest?_" 29345|"_Who dance the longest?_" 29345|The wind goes with them as they go. 29345|"_Who has the dance?_" 29345|The boys dance till they drop. 29345|"_Who has the last dance? Who will dance all to-night?_" 29345|The wind goes with them as they go. 29345|"_Who will not dance all to-night? Who has the night before his eyes?_" 29345|There have been some very good and able things done by people 29345|who didn't dance: 29345|But what care you for him? He's dead cold to-day. 29345|"_Who had the evening before their eyes?_" 29345|"_Who was it silent all the while?_" 29345|And how do you know what isn't a room, and when--and when? 29345|If I'd a million millions they'd tell me, "Don't think too much. 29345|Sometimes they were in a fight; but they were fighting the right. 29345|Don't you worry; they were just out to have the fun of it. 29345|Somebody bumped their chairs in the circle, and that was it. 29345|Don't go looking for it, nor do they; though sometimes 29345|people who are good and able, going in and out, 29345|Do go a little out of their way for good fun. 29345|Then they're sure that the old things all are over with. 29345|Now, I've come and seen the old things--all the old jokes and 29345|jibes and tricks--the old times, when it seems so certain 29345|How this, and this only, matters. You've got to laugh 29345|With all your heart, and still be happy for what's to be. 29345|How long the day, and who and what you see every day! 29345|So many of the same jokes and things that you see done 29345|In a home crowd you have to take in by stealth. 29345|You have to walk by the side of the door and hold of the 29345|Another woman comes up and says, "I didn't know you were 29345|"I told you to come, and I couldn't tell you otherwise, 29345|But I think you'd think twice before you came." 29345|"Don't make me laugh, and don't make me cry, 29345|Or I'll come and bite you. 29345|And I'll laugh on your shoulder till I die." 29345|"Well, when you are gone, I'll think." 29345|"Don't make me cry, or I'll come and bite you." 29345|"Don't stop me, and don't give me pains." 29345|"And I'll never be able to understand you, dear." 29345|"That'll never be right, if you don't keep things under control, and 29345|"What do you suppose my daughter would do?" 29345|"Well, it must happen, my dear." 29345|"Well, don't you laugh, and don't make me cry." 29345|"Why, it must have come to that." 29345|"And if it does, in spite of all we have tried to say and do, it 29345|"Well, I think you'd like it." 29345|Well, maybe it has, for you see we all have felt it; and we 29345|"Why, it must have been ======================================== SAMPLE 47470 ======================================== A word. 38174|_Yama_: Who is good, 38174|If he be not the foremost? 38174|_Suda_: So, what is to do? 38174|_Suda:_: I cannot see. 38174|_Kuru_: And why can't I see? 38174|_Hara_: Why am I not able to see? <1> 38174|_Chishol_: What are you doing? 38174|_Mimuroa_: I am still holding my gaze, 38174|Even though it hurt my eyes. 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what? 38174|_Kuru_: This sight! 38174|_Mimuroa_: What's the matter, what's the matter? 38174|_Hara_: Can't I go back to the place? I cannot, 38174|Though I'd like to: 38174|_Tsuyoa_: You, who are going away, come back! 38174|_Mimuroa_: Let me see, what is the matter! 38174|_Chishol_: How come you so shy of it, 38174|Why, what, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: Ah, no use, 38174|_Mimuroa_: Why do I not know you? 38174|_Chishol_: Come here, why not? 38174|_Hara_: Let's go down there. 38174|_Mimuroa_: You can go--but I want you, not you. 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: You do not yet know me. 38174|_Hara_: Why do you not come, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: What's the meaning? 38174|_Chishol_: What's the trouble, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Chishol_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|Mimuroa: No, I do not know you. 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Chishol_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Chishol_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Chishol_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mimuroa_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Chishol_: What, what, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Chishol_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Hara_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Chishol_: What, what, what, what, what, what? 38174|_Mim ======================================== SAMPLE 47480 ======================================== May not the world believe 2665|That God is so absolute, 2665|That the love he whispers in my ear, 2665|Will not stand if I but dare 2665|Give it the seal of his command. 2665|And if I must take the road 2665|That leads me unto his throne, 2665|There are so many eyes that will frown, 2665|When they spy his errand o'er the hill! 2665|I'll tell them I have done amiss 2665|In the great secret I have kept, 2665|And on thee I will make trial, 2665|When thou hast learned to doubt my tale. 2665|I'll set my face against the world 2665|And its vain pretence, 2665|And I'll make its flatteries die, 2665|And I'll make its false pretence believe. 2665|For thou hast taught thy servants lies 2665|And false pretence to blind men, 2665|And I will teach thee false lies again, 2665|And the world shall understand. 2665|The sea on its waves, 2665|In all the breadth and splendor of its hills, 2665|Shall take her course; 2665|And the world, at her motionless feet, 2665|Shall say, she goes 2665|Where the waves upon the shoreless sea, 2665|With their murmurings, 2665|Take their way. 2665|And she, her course complete, 2665|From the world's extremes, 2665|Shall depart. 2665|Says the wind, "To my kingdom come 2665|I, with a smile, to meet her all day, 2665|Will walk the sea. 2665|"Sitting still on a rock, while the tide 2665|Threatens with his lips and blows his breath, 2665|I'll think of her, and I'll say, 'O Love, 2665|Let me be!' 2665|"And I'll leave the tide, with his words and the breath 2665|Of my soul at his will, 2665|To go forth and find her, 2665|And to kiss her feet. 2665|"And we will say, as we walk the waves, 2665|'O Love, to thee our heart-beats grow light, 2665|Who art above, and made of the sea! 2665|'We trust, to her mercy we do know, 2665|She loves us because of her high grace.' 2665|"And when day comes, and we walk along 2665|To meet her face to face -- 2665|Says I, "To this kingdom thou art come 2665|To work, and to watch, and to do her will." 2665|So we walk all day, and we talk all day; 2665|But her eyes and her very breath are my love, 2665|And she smiles at me from the waves of the sea. 2665|As she gazes upon me, she smiles at me, 2665|As she walks beside me by her calm bosom, 2665|As she speaks, she speaks, 2665|With her beautiful voice, 2665|On my lips her smile seems sweet and full. 2665|As she speaks, her words flow swiftly by, 2665|As I listen, with a strange and rapturous thought, 2665|And look up to the sky, 2665|As I think on the far, blue, sunny land, 2665|As I look up to God, 2665|As I think of her soul. 2665|But in all her silence and in her smiles 2665|As she speaks to me, 2665|It seems she is very tender and kind. 2665|As she speaks, the white clouds melt from the sky, 2665|As she passes, the stars start from their place, 2665|As she speaks, all my heart grows warm and strong; 2665|It grows with love, 2665|As the sweet music of a thousand harps 2665|Grows with love. 2665|And God's love is his greatest gift, 2665|And His most sweetest song, 2665|That comes down from the realms of old 2665|Oftener than morning or eve, 2665|When He calls me to His heavenly throne, 2665|And calls Me His Angels' choicer ======================================== SAMPLE 47490 ======================================== 1279|Auld Rob, he's wae in a fury o'er our isle. 1279|He, and three score o' my sons, they aften hae been; 1279|But aften hae I wished that I could tell-- 1279|When on each he gaed flashing, and proud as his namesake, 1279|The same, that I am to fame and to heaven. 1279|Now, my son, this is no copious note, 1279|But only to mourn for my dear namesake; 1279|While, with many thanks, I will keep you in remembrance, 1279|and with affection the honour to you. 1279|O thou, all the other, with all your rest! 1279|Which you are dreaming, and hae ta'en in hand! 1279|Ye gallant young fellows, with your staves, 1279|Which you are rambling and gaun to rest, 1279|You, on a day, that haply were low 1279|In love and friendship, by a spark; 1279|Or you, on a drucken night, to me, 1279|At a luncheon, took cause of pain: 1279|But he,--the wight that has more to please-- 1279|Is the man that has nothing beside. 1279|To him I will sing, in my lay, 1279|The strains of sweet chansonnière; 1279|The dainty chypre of myrrh and wine 1279|He will repeat, all day, in his play, 1279|And his verse, as fine as fine may be, 1279|Will a riper ear than mine discover, 1279|As a poet's ear an agreeable mine. 1279|So, thou first of friends, in no vaine are we! 1279|And though the wren, which Fortune gave us, 1279|Is now her fowl, 1279|The lark, her sport, her ornament, 1279|Her emblem and her ward, 1279|We love her, and still aspire 1279|To see her come to refresh our kind estate. 1279|But she, alas! her early gift 1279|No longer will excite 1279|My youthful and appetizing breast 1279|With the desire 1279|To have the sweets of life within its bounds; 1279|To feel the strength of man; to know 1279|That there, where we are, we can rise 1279|And see what life can dare 1279|In its pure and lucid season, 1279|But I am sad, my friend, to find 1279|That there, where I am, I still must pine; 1279|And I would know, before I should die, 1279|The reason of her pining, and this be my answer. 1279|A dainty wench, with a cheek like russet, 1279|And a lip like milk, 1279|She was a darling youth, before the world's vulgar, 1279|To whom the world was poor and scanty; 1279|But the charms of a mistress were often too tempting 1279|For the paltry creature in question: 1279|And now, poor thing, she is wholly divorced, 1279|Now she lives in comfort and quiet; 1279|Now she breathes and now she reclines, 1279|No more the poor girl is cruelly despised, 1279|And all the world is pleased to be patronising. 1279|But that I never was taught to understand, 1279|Or she, or she was the only charm 1279|Which I ever have owned: 1279|And the love of a lady I never could bear, 1279|Because I did not learn it under the tree-- 1279|In a way I might have been in fault-- 1279|For my very first love was another! 1279|A lass of Garsland I loved a' durstin', 1279|I gied maist like a spark, 1279|And a blude, and a blear'd e'en, she did seem, 1279|Under the sun, to be. 1279|But when I gaed to her house i' the fall, 1279|I vow and pray I was lookin' in a' her eyes; 1279|For I heard her heart was in tune, 1279|And the music ======================================== SAMPLE 47500 ======================================== 11351|We have a house that's livin' by its own, 11351|I never see them in any kind o' order, 11351|And sometimes I wish that they was livin' free. 11351|I've been to see the "Bouquets" play 11351|And all the dancers and all the musicians 11351|Are very, very very, very, very free. 11351|In some cases we have just to take care 11351|We haven't some kind o' mess to mind about, 11351|And that's the reason that we've just to take care 11351|We haven't any mess to mind about. 11351|I'm sure that I never have seen you very, 11351|In any kind o' situation, 11351|If I could get rid of mess altogether, 11351|I never ever would eat my meat free. 11351|For mess is quite a troublesome thing, 11351|We've got to live within the law, 11351|If we don't clean up the house, we run 11351|The risk o' having a fight o' course. 11351|I never see you go free with plate 11351|In any house that I ever saw; 11351|But still, I know that you're just as thorough 11351|As any two-year-old child that walks. 11351|So here's a tip to those that do the like: 11351|Just steal away with your plate and your bag, 11351|And shut your mouth whenever you think you're safe. 11351|In the summer I get up at a little beginning of day, 11351|I think it is only a few minutes later that I go to bed. 11351|In the winter I sit and think 11351|Over my writings and papers and books; 11351|I eat a bit of a supper 11351|And hardly sleep at all all. 11351|I read a lot when I'm awake, 11351|But I don't make the time to read 11351|The other papers that I've got. 11351|Sometimes I get up at a little hour before the time, 11351|And go to the shop and buy a new blue Sunday hat. 11351|I'm not in the habit of sitting always on the floor, 11351|When I'm over in the sun and out of wind; 11351|And I'm not, even in winter, always in the habit of staying 11351|'Cause I don't have no clothes to wear, 11351|And I don't have no money to buy, 11351|Just to put in my own little coat. 11351|But I'm not in the habit of standing all day on one leg, 11351|When I ought not to have been before, 11351|And I don't get up in the middle of the night to shave, 11351|Nor in the summer, for that matter. 11351|I sometimes take a little walk to bring my thoughts away 11351|And do some reading by the stream or tree, 11351|Or go and see a movie, or listen to a song. 11351|I never had an idea that all things ought to end 11351|And I don't think that it is true anymore. 11351|I'm not in love with life at all 11351|And I don't want to go to heaven right away. 11351|No, I'm on a little job full time 11351|That will take me to the city of Shave and Barbers too. 11351|And when I quit I don't think they'll say, 11351|"You've done your work, you've quit your jobs." 11351|Perhaps if I have a dollar to my last dollar spent, 11351|Perhaps if I have a little bit of trouble won, 11351|I'll be as happy as happy could be. 11351|But I know, when I'm over I'm going back, 11351|I'll be too tired or just as happy as before. 11351|Then just remember, you who think you're in luck, 11351|Don't let your patience wear you; 11351|That kind of trouble means no money for you. 11351|But when my feet are tired of shaving I go out 11351|In the winter and bring my things on warm. 11351|The sun is as hot as any fire, 11351|And I shiver in all the cold; 11351|I wonder how my shavers feel, ======================================== SAMPLE 47510 ======================================== 38511|There is no truth in what I say to you. 38511|"One day I went to drink (I have forgotten which), 38511|I found six pitchers in a row behind the place. 38511|My face was buried in those pitchers deep, 38511|And at the end of my fingers only two remained. 38511|My heart is wet with their waters of sorrow! 38511|They flow down from eyes, the faces of the dead. 38511|They do not wet my face so much as their sound. 38511|"The night I went out the pitchers, and all of a sudden 38511|I found my eyes were filled with tears at finding myself 38511|so tired with all my pitchers.... 38511|"I do not know whether the pitchers were buried 38511|under or near the ground, and I do not know 38511|whether 'tis morning or night, but I am not to blame, 38511|For if I had known the pitchers were buried, 38511|I would not have wasted my tears on weeping pitchers. 38511|"I do not know if it is morning or night, 38511|But I know each pitcher has its own story! 38511|In this pitcher, it is spring, and it is spring! 38511|_'The sun is in the sky, 38511|The rains are on the lawn, 38511|The moth has laid its wing, 38511|The rose is in the dew, 38511|The worm is crawling in its cell, 38511|The spider weaves its web, 38511|A happy man and free'_; 38511|'Twas morning when I left this pitcher 38511|And the air was full of gladness. 38511|"I shall not see those pitchers any longer! 38511|They are not even a pitcher's room. 38511|In this pitcher, there is only the darkness 38511|I do not know where those pitchers lie. 38511|'The moth has laid its wing and moved from the pitcher, 38511|The spider weaves its web, and the worm has moved from 38511|the grave! 38511|No more will there be tears of sorrow, no more, my friend! 38511|For all those pitchers have been dug to-day. 38511|"I cannot even see my body at all! 38511|A mere spirit, a mere spirit is it to see? 38511|In the day of wrath there was nothing of me 38511|But only a darkness of forms. 38511|"I wonder if the night of punishment brings about 38511|Those clouds of darkness that hide my flesh! 38511|And is it not said that not even the moon, 38511|Not even the stars that are made of fire, 38511|Are conscious of those pallid flames! 38511|"O night of torment, O night of punishment, 38511|Tell me, O tell me, whence comes this light of your bounty! 38511|Tell me, for thou knowest, O man of clay, 38511|Is it from the earth or the sky? 38511|"O man, O man, O king, O king, who is he 38511|Who has built up this world in seven thousand years? 38511|Whence come you? from what place? or what delights? 38511|Art thou born of nature or of passion? 38511|"Or art thou of some mortal; that thou tell me truly, 38511|Is it due to thy birth?' says this mind to mine, 38511|Asks the heart in distress and anguish." 38511|I heard a voice that said, "Oh my father! 38511|A good friend sent to me to acquaint you. 38511|He promised that I should see my friends, 38511|And to avenge my father, in a very 38511|Short time, from the days of infidelity. 38511|Of the time allotted, he sent me a horse, 38511|A bow, and a quiver, and two arrows;-- 38511|And he said that his people would take vengeance, 38511|If these should be killed before the night." 38511|I hear a voice in my heart say, "How long shall I stay 38511|In this world that is built solely of air?" 38511|I hear a voice in my heart say, "As long as the night 38511|That weighs on my head holds me from departing here." 38511 ======================================== SAMPLE 47520 ======================================== 38566|salt water."--_Ed. 1795._ 38566|"Maids are the handmaids of their bridal hours, they 38566|further them by the boon of quiet."--_Ed. 1689._ 38566|"If the moon did not rise in the clear sky, 38566|If the flowers did not grow on the water, 38566|The sea would be sad, and the world would be wrong."--_Ed. 1797._ 38566|"O that 'twere possible by night to sleep 38566|With Love, who all things doth capture and hold."--_Ed. 1795._ 38566|"The most unbeautiful sight one ever saw, 38566|Or such a sight as the fair moon at full noon."--_Ed. 1795._ 38566|"The world, my friends, seems all one huge garden 38566|Of Love: I can no more describe it, 38566|Or give you aught by which to know it; 38566|But only thus to cheerfully view it, 38566|And, after many weary miles, to come 38566|And look upon my garden still more."--_Ed. 1795._ 38566|"There is a flower that all flowers loves best, 38566|The rose: in it, in it! Love with love 38566|Pours out his soul, the stars unto him bow, 38566|And all the suns to him appear to dance!"--_Ed. 1795._ 38566|"The stars and suns, as their last utterance, 38566|Are but the eyes of Love, and his sweet mind;" 38566|"Love with his kiss, like sunshine, smiles a joy 38566|Which all things fondly wish to see by night."--_Ed. 1795._ 38566|"Love smiles, and he the meaning knows, 38566|Who loves for ever." 38566|"Like sunshine, Love doth take delight 38566|In a glad soul's full eyes." 38566|The first line of this Canto begins with a poem in praise of 38566|"A heart as sweet 38566|As any is left me," 38566|The second and last; and the remaining verses lie 38566|in a close contrast with the beginning, "as sweet" and 38566|"as far from sad" as to "the sad soul love," and in 38566|"faintness and fragrantness to make sweet the deep," 38566|but "sweet" and "far" in the succeeding. 38566|"And, though, of life bereft me, 38566|Still in those eyes I see the light," etc. 38566|The third and last Canto begins with a poem in praise 38566|of a maiden, who seems "a star to shine," and, "a 38566|star more sweet to love." The "star" is the sun, and 38566|"sweet" the maiden. 38566|"How sweet, how sweet shall come 38566|My sigh, my sighing!" 38566|"O sun, at last, my sun, for an unholy day, 38566|With thy full flame quenched, thy radiant power foredone, 38566|And the full moon, with all her stars in heaven, 38566|Crowned with green grass, and with gladness 38566|Her gold bow hung on high, in silence 38566|Turns back her broad sun-shaft 38566|Unto the eastern hills." 38566|"For him, whom nature's own sweet beauty 38566|Bids so free and free from love and from pain, 38566|My heart doth grow at each new sight of heaven 38566|By pity warmed; by rapture, e'en to the pain 38566|Of thoughts, that only fill the human breast, 38566|But do not rise from it: love is love of right, 38566|Or, like a flame, which kindles at the right 38566|To kindle more, yet long as it burns not dead. 38566|For him, to whom the heavenly spheres impart 38566|So many precious graces, love is heaven's own child. 38566|Love, that no more with earthly limbs is clanged, 38566|With human speech, and earth-born powers of doubt, 38566|But with the Seraphim live and move, 38566|And with the dwellers in the earthly dale, ======================================== SAMPLE 47530 ======================================== 19385|Tho' the wild and dreary warld was round me, 19385|To the grave I'd follow my lovely Nannie; 19385|An, aye an'er a winter's wind was blowing, 19385|I would take my my dear Nannie with me. 19385|"The deil a' gi'en us, we maun care for him; 19385|The laird and his bonnie lovely nag sae low, 19385|They roar the gude an' wud o' the Highland laddie." 19385|"The gude an' wud o' a Highland laddie!" 19385|"That is the worst laddie that ever was seen!"' 19385|"I've seen a bonnie Highland man, but I shall never 19385|Meet a bonnie Highland man gude an' low; 19385|I'll gae hame, for I lo'e the Highland laddie well."' 19385|"The wind was blawing thro' the leafless birks; 19385|And Nannie fell in love wi' Jamie's niece; 19385|Then she stole to the mountain, and there she wed 19385|A fellow o' the Highland warld, an' e'en the wee 19385|Blythe tidings came to Jamie and me; 19385|But we gat a bonnie Highland maid, a gude 19385|Gude Scottish auld wife, that made us ettle; 19385|My ain true wife she's ta'en the Highland laddie. 19385|"We bought a sheep-track in the hillside, 19385|We hid it in the heather by the lake, 19385|But hamely wan it grew before us; 19385|There Jamie's bonnie wife was seen to linger; 19385|Jamie's bonnie wife gaed to the mountain, 19385|The auld mourner, he was weary; 19385|The blithest sun that shone on us 19385|Had to wait till morn wi' Jamie." 19385|"For auld man, auld wife, she's ta'en the Highland laddie; 19385|I am his ain true wife; the time is gane 19385|While ever they were near him, Jamie; 19385|She's ta'en the Highland laddie-- 19385|That is the dream that's a' my thought-- 19385|I never saw a laddie langer." 19385|"I love thee, my bonnie bride, 19385|Love all thysel' above; 19385|I love thee to my heart, 19385|Love the true kind and good, 19385|And shall love thy bonnie mate, 19385|Till the dead ye're brought to life. 19385|I'm content wi' you alone, 19385|My love is aye sae sweet; 19385|Ye're aye the gude things ye were, 19385|My love for thee alone, 19385|In a' the lave, in a' the day, 19385|My love for thee alone, 19385|By night or by day. 19385|"An' thou thy lane shalt ever be, 19385|I 'm fond to thy love, 19385|But I 'm wauken for thy face, 19385|And the lovely eyes of thine. 19385|My love for thee alone, 19385|The wild waves are our home, 19385|Tho' the wild winds are our own-- 19385|My love for thee alone." 19385|The bonnie lass o' Wearie, 19385|Ye ken her 's the bonnie lass, 19385|An' she's the dearest o' them, 19385|An' she has a face like a flower, 19385|An' a bonnie look an' a hair, 19385|For she is a bonnie-like lassie. 19385|The wild waves are our home, 19385|We see her the wild waves ca'n; 19385|We sit before her capplarens 19385|At our bows an' our sterns a-row; 19385|We ken her the bonnie lassie, 19385|But we never saw her, never hark 19385|On the wild waves that rush an' roar 19385 ======================================== SAMPLE 47540 ======================================== 1054|Then down the glen they go; and o'er the wold 1054|The sun came peeping through the rain: 1054|He shineth out like heaven, sae high, 1054|And the lave he makes with the bright sunbeams. 1054|Then the kye a-doon that stan'er then doth hop 1054|About the glen wi' kilt an' whip, 1054|Amang them a' their fellows, as lang's I've seen, 1054|He laugh'd, an' lang he gaed, but never hecht, 1054|The kye that was by his hame to stan'. 1054|Cauld blew the blast frae east to west; 1054|The skye were a' green an' blue; 1054|The kye came out wi' ae word or two, 1054|The rale was clear as clear can be, 1054|An' the kye that aye had been a fool, 1054|He was the lad that can be fooled. 1054|Then round and round a' the glen 1054|The kye do like the kirklin gay; 1054|And the rale at nicht was white an' sweet; 1054|But the kye that had ne'er brocht a thing, 1054|An' wi' his frien's on his mou' he'd spier. 1054|"I'll dee oot now," they hecht at last; 1054|"Let's gang an' gie him baith a crack, 1054|Cain mak a sing-song ere we gang oor mither 1054|O'er the burn, to see him claver. 1054|"What wad ye hae," says the kirklin lassie, 1054|"Gin up the burn an' awa, Johnnie? 1054|I tak it an' I'll sing oot orna to him 1054|I was a fool but now I'm wiser." 1054|They micht hae been frae the burn since they started, 1054|An' on the burn there's auld men to daun Stewart: 1054|They hain't be to mair than the thowless thowless, 1054|An' airdogs that drink wi' the lave o't. 1054|"I wadna gang frae the burn, for wha will? 1054|My father's ower sae," says the Kirklin Lassie; 1054|"My mother's ower ower sae fu' o' kin; 1054|My sire's ower o'er a auld wife's, Jim, 1054|"An' gin they are ower lang, 1054|My father's ower lang, 1054|An' hame's ower lang, 1054|An' hou'd my sire's be no better." 1054|Then they gang an' gang oot o'er the burn, 1054|But the dauks do gang in haste; 1054|The owd dogs do cry, 1054|When the kye gang oot oot o'er the burn. 1054|And the thowless men sae still, 1054|An' auld women say, 1054|"O! gin yon men at the burn gang wi' us!" 1054|And the kye gang oot o'er the burn, 1054|Till they were auld as they are now, 1054|And the auld lads do gae in the auld burn, 1054|An' the auld wives do gae themsel. 1054|Now it was but a kid that's auld, 1054|Wi' a lilt o' his een; 1054|But 'twas he, there was nae man can say 1054|I' that wee thing. 1054|"Here's to oursel and his land," 1054|And 'twas he that had brought him to her fane, 1054|An' 'twas he that had sent a hauf-a-mile, 1054|An' 'twas he that set the poor dog on his knee; 1054|An' a' that was his age was not what he wad; 1054|So, O! he's awa, ======================================== SAMPLE 47550 ======================================== 18500|If I had not been shy, or else had been bold, 18500|Some dreadful man had met me here; 18500|His bed was by my chamber door: 18500|To scare a fellow-creature makes me grieve, 18500|And makes me wish I had been quiet there. 18500|While soars, from out the west, in golden flight, 18500|The infant moon; 18500|And the infant moon, with all her laughing train, 18500|Telleth of lovely things 18500|That be, and that be here; 18500|The bells of Yarrow 18500|Cackle merrily, 18500|On Yarrow-foot doth rove, 18500|The robin warbles dittie. 18500|And the bells of Yarrow 18500|Wo on, on the green-gowned grass! 18500|And aye the green-gown hath gowns, 18500|And on, and on! 18500|O tell me how you get a feather, 18500|Or how, or where, 18500|Nor how I look my feathers in! 18500|'I stang the feather-stack'-- 18500|I'm the feather-bird; 18500|And oft, and oft 18500|I soar along-- 18500|For a nice feather. 18500|I strut amang the suns and planets-- 18500|All through the ae night-- 18500|'Sparrows, rooks, cross-paw at the fire, 18500|At the blaze--at the feast, 18500|And in the bowers, 18500|The meadow meadows and the white-thorn bunts 18500|And the brier bush cool; 18500|Where the linnets warbling sing, 18500|And the blackbird whistling flies, 18500|And the nightjar with his tinkling teats 18500|Is pressing in on me-- 18500|The meadow meadows and the white-thorn bunts 18500|And the brier bush cool.] 18500|I'm the little dimpled-headed speck 18500|That the quiet fields all through 18500|Gives me place on the hill, 18500|For a countenance always white 18500|And never turned a wrinkle. 18500|I set my head, and sweep all round 18500|With a solemn bound, 18500|As peace and quiet is the only way 18500|And good behavior is, too; 18500|I take good care my step do run 18500|Safer than the running brooks. 18500|I never go out at noontide hour, 18500|When the sun's in my face, 18500|Nor rise before twilight, at night, 18500|When the dew is on the lea; 18500|But in at the well-fire, at night, 18500|To wash my pinafore. 18500|I never, never, my life's span 18500|O'er run away at all-- 18500|If, like me, ye've a thought or sorrow, 18500|It's like me, oh, be sure! 18500|I laugh till my pretty teeth do chatter, 18500|As I wash my pinafore. 18500|Then, for your sake and a sister's, I do beg, 18500|Let me not be a burden to ye; 18500|For the joy of a life like mine is to be, 18500|The one good-will to another, 18500|When the day's gone, the night's gone 18500|And the lamp's out, 18500|The stars grow dim, 18500|I've forgot to sing: 18500|We found your corpse, my bonnie bairn, in yon lake, 18500|I laid it by yon lake, the lake that you died in, 18500|And, in my fairy-tale, there arose a shout, 18500|And on your grave they flung a red stone, 18500|For, little fellow, that little fellow, that lisper, 18500|He never is to be found in the Lake Lands hence. 18500|"The lark, the squaw, and the heathery broom, 18500|The auld gray mare, and the meary old bu'laur, 18500| ======================================== SAMPLE 47560 ======================================== 5186|From the river of Pohyola, 5186|To the Northland's southern borders, 5186|To the fir-mountain ranges; 5186|There she found the mighty Northland, 5186|In her heart the cradle of heroes, 5186|In her hands the mighty spear-blades, 5186|On her lips the war-weapons, 5186|In her ears the war-paintings. 5186|When thou heardest how she had raised Lylikki, 5186|Hastened to accomplish the marriage 5186|Of thy hero son and maiden. 5186|Straightway wert thou led to rain-waters, 5186|To the cataract's icy river, 5186|To the cataract's fen-like whirlpool, 5186|Where the cataracts hurl their waters 5186|From their hands, and from the feet of people; 5186|Quick thou hast approached the waters, 5186|Drew the draught from off the heroes, 5186|To the care of lovely Lemminkainen. 5186|Thus the hero of Wainola, 5186|Long anticipating, singing, waiting, 5186|Hast obeyed thy beckoning whispers, 5186|Thus addressed the winds, and storms, and floods: 5186|"Winds, and waters, and skies, and clouds, 5186|Winds, and airs, and earth, and help me, 5186|O bring me these, my father's war-equipment, 5186|Thus to kill this Lemminkainen!" 5186|Came the answer of the winds and waters: 5186|"Why, thou foolish Lemminkainen, 5186|Why! you should not go to Pohya, 5186|To the Isle of the Lost Elves, Tuoni! 5186|You will cause great trouble, Tuoni, 5186|Shallop again upon the whirlpool, 5186|Shallop again between the waters, 5186|When a third time do the waters 5186|Swim you into greater danger, 5186|When a fourth time do the waters 5186|Swim you into deadly combat, 5186|Threatening thou to destruction!" 5186|Lemminkainen, little heeding, 5186|Still determined, spake these measures: 5186|"Winds, and waters, and earth, and heaven, 5186|Are not friendly to my life-guard, 5186|Should I fight with Tuoni, 5186|Should I cause death and destruction 5186|Of these deities and heroes?" 5186|Quick the jealous Pohya-hero, 5186|Care of Kaukomieli, 5186|Who the mouthpiece of Unto 5186|Metsola had prepared, 5186|Quick the mighty man, Kukkura, 5186|Writ in characters the word, 5186|Works for Untamoinen's people: 5186|"Grant, O Ukko, thou Ukko, 5186|Grant, thou maiden, thy request; 5186|Drown now this black-cap hero, 5186|Dive now the dread black-pike 5186|Into the deep-sea toilsome 5186|Turtle-dwelling snail, O Kanebo! 5186|Save the body of my master, 5186|Seal the wounds thou gavest honor, 5186|Seal the wounds that thou hast caused me!" 5186|Thereupon the fearless Lemminkainen 5186|Stood and prayed the mouthings of this prayer-wall; 5186|Written on the wall he made it, 5186|And, with this writing, took this oath: 5186|"O thou mouthings of the mouth-mate, 5186|O thou vow that thou wilt keep, 5186|In the strange-dreamed land and cold-field, 5186|Till the third day be passed away; 5186|Honor shall be thine from all meadow 5186|Till again in mail-green Vestal 5186|Forest grows my home enchanted, 5186|Golden trees my father planted 5186|For thy sake, thou magic maiden!" 5186|Then these words the hero uttered: 5186|"Destroy this vow I take thee, 5186|Destroy the vow I give thee; 5186|On ======================================== SAMPLE 47570 ======================================== 29357|A few are a little old man, 29357|Or a little old man in a long 29357|Blouse with a little old woman in it, 29357|With a baby behind her. 29357|So this little old man I'll introduce, 29357|And I'll tell you what his name is. 29357|Jack's daughter!" Then she looked at me 29357|With a little sigh and a wry grin, 29357|And she smiled behind her dark puffy 29357|Underclothing. "What!" she said, 29357|"Is the matter with her father? 29357|There are his own dishes to cook!" 29357|And she looked at me again, 29357|And it came back with a little swish, 29357|As if she had spilled some of the sauce 29357|From the dish she had just broken in half. 29357|She stood upright, and stood quite still, 29357|Then she started to laugh, and she said, 29357|With a little smirk, "Well, I am so nice, 29357|How did you know that I'd had enough?" 29357|"Oh, you guessed it wrong, of course! 29357|I've been here all night and I've eaten everything!" 29357|The old man went to the fire and he sat there all night, 29357|And he took a great big loaf of bread, and he said, 29357|That the crust was like the dust upon the teeth, 29357|And the inside white whole crumbs were the pepper! 29357|He sat there all night by the crack and the crack alone, 29357|And he thought, "O Lord! What a sight it would be 29357|To put him in a carriage and whisk him away . . . 29357|And give him a clean white dress and a bright white nose! 29357|And say to him, 'Go away, O Jack's daughter! Go away!' 29357|If any one ask me of you what the fare is, 29357|I will say that it's all of king's court fare; 29357|A dozen dishes in fine;--some are sharp, 29357|All is pretty little Jack's way of showing 29357|That he thinks he is very nice, and he'll ask 29357|To be seated by his side, and he'll sit down, too; 29357|But when they come to dinner he will only cry, 29357|Or say, 'What a nice good meal shall I bet on today?' 29357|And when they come to dinner he will only cry, 29357|Or say, "What a nice good meal is waiting for me, 29357|In the old fine dining hall and the great wide hall!" 29357|When the old folks are dancing and singing, 29357|And a little woman comes in, 29357|And puts on her best cassock, her blue gown, 29357|And she takes a little hand in hers, 29357|And starts out to ball in the street. 29357|When the old folks are dancing and singing, 29357|And a little girl goes out to play, 29357|And comes back like a little horse with a single leg, 29357|And she takes a fresh, a fresh look-see, 29357|Then she's laughing at everything, 29357|And, all the long day through, 29357|She wants to play the long ball game! 29357|When the old folks are dancing and singing, 29357|And the little girl with one foot off the bed, 29357|That's lifted from the bed and looks on the wall, 29357|And says with one hoarse cry, 'O, how is it--how is it!' 29357|That she goes out for a little walk or song. 29357|When the old folks are dancing and singing, 29357|And the little girl her face about, 29357|In the sunshine with the sweet young moon 29357|On her hair and her bright eyes looking out, 29357|And her little heart a-beating full and loud 29357|At the dear old ways that she used to know, 29357|When her hand goes to her arm-chair and her chair, 29357|And she says she'll dance no more--no more-- 29357|When she knows that she can forget her pain, 29357|And that for ever now 29357|She'll be with her mother, with her father, 29 ======================================== SAMPLE 47580 ======================================== 16059|Cien puesto ha de un pueblo se vencer.» 16059|Tú que el pecho están su bosque, 16059|Y con los cortos los hombres 16059|Cesó, aunque caída fué, 16059|Con un otro pater, aunque cuán, 16059|Para lo mismo puerta la mano; 16059|No las héréxitas, no las otras, 16059|Que el sueño de tu amorosa 16059|Suya perlas, mi mengua sono. 16059|¡Oh sombra de la luna estrella! 16059|¡Oh bosque de la cuna! La alegría 16059|Pero me veniendo con su daño 16059|Que no hablará su furor son. 16059|Vienen muertos piensieron 16059|Los márgenes arroyos, 16059|Cuando mi bien que no se esconde, 16059|Por vienen ser pulido están. 16059|¿Por qué se encontrar la cárcel, 16059|Que en su alarde por su leto 16059|La esencia me cantando en pino? 16059|¿No vas veces en la frente 16059|De dónde el aire amedrente? 16059|¡Oh blasé en amargura vencer! 16059|¡Oh será solamente la frente! 16059|¡Oh estévelo que lleváron 16059|De una amargura, de una bocado! 16059|¡Oh bandera fuerza estremecidore 16059|Con un pecadoro vuela 16059|De un día á los que en el mundo 16059|Y de su vergüenza muestra estremeto! 16059|Otra partirando en el Cid, 16059|Porque sus pajes fueras llevaráis 16059|El Árabeza expira, el aire, el alma. 16059|Así la cuita su amante 16059|Al mal se fué, que un pecho 16059|Con sus banderas la vista la nada 16059|Se agitan. 16059|Oro, á Dios! que ya sus amigos, 16059|Se quedan á sus honrares 16059|Y en que pueda tende á mí. 16059|¡Algo quiso se ha de ser bien 16059|Y haga la luz, que á ser mí 16059|La arboledas de los dueños 16059|Vuelve á la bandera. 16059|Mire, á Dios! que riendresse 16059|Muerte á esquiva el oro 16059|De la gloria y la ley, 16059|De un silencio y ella. 16059|Lloro, ¡lejos del paño! 16059|La esposa quiere dar. 16059|Sobre un albo que al fin oscuro 16059|Viendo así parece 16059|Y el corazón del sol. 16059|Bien se desnud de mueres: 16059|¡Ay! y en cuanto espera 16059|Y confusa se puede 16059|La peña, son por ventura 16059|Y se enjugó con esfera! 16059|Todos un hombre más que me robó, 16059|Que, lo que poderas, bergantín, 16059|Que mece el rey, cerraron, luego, 16059|Está borren que huye en temor, 16059|Suelo te circundra en una cuna, 16059|Y que en la tierra que me entiende 16059|Sin el placer ponga en un desiendo. 16059|¡Sombra de la patria mía ======================================== SAMPLE 47590 ======================================== 1287|I, with my friends, by all the doors set open stood. 1287|I looked in the midst of a crowded street. 1287|The sun rose above the city. 1287|And a noise I could not understand, 1287|Of people who were all so busy, 1287|That scarce had the morning to them 1287|A half a minute's grace, 1287|When they turned to watch another's work. 1287|I watched the day go on. 1287|The day went on, 1287|Still on, 1287|Until at last, alas! 1287|The day had its hour. 1287|And even here, behold, I'm here, 1287|And with work has gone to sleep, 1287|On a table the least worth a pin. 1287|'Twas a table that looked so small, 1287|And on it was engraven 1287|A simple message, too, and 'twas signed,-- 1287|"To a child of the land." 1287|For a moment I stood amazed; 1287|The words were so plain, 1287|And on that page there was no doubt 1287|How much should be paid. 1287|"The child of the land,"--I said, 1287|How little the toil! 1287|As in my mind I'm looking now, 1287|I see each small thing at once. 1287|But the child seems to go, 1287|And scarcely is awake, 1287|For it had toil too! 1287|And I saw the work itself, 1287|And not the children's faces, 1287|And I thought to see 1287|Their faces, which the work 1287|For the children was doing, 1287|And not the children's minds. 1287|I've seen the work itself. 1287|How small is the world, 1287|As to the mortals here! 1287|What are they doing all the day 1287|As they, themselves, are doing? 1287|The work is done: 1287|And the work has now begun. 1287|There seems no change within 1287|Nor any thing unknown. 1287|In the great market-place 1287|The child I saw alone, 1287|I take my pen and write. 1287|No more I cannot see the day. 1287|But 'tis the same! 1287|Why, in so brief a time, 1287|And at such distances, 1287|What can be changed or seen? 1287|For when all is done, 1287|And then to rest, 1287|How can it be,-- 1287|'Tis the same! 1287|"Ah, the day is gone! 1287|The sun sets late, 1287|On the evening of the day 1287|When, if you're at home, you must needs go." 1287|"To bed, then, children," said the mother. 1287|In their beds now the children lay 1287|When the sun went down. 1287|Then came the sun, and now, alas! 1287|They had all to sleep 1287|"Ah, children, do you think 1287|Of what fate befell? 1287|The father fell--the mother too, 1287|Of all things the best of all! 1287|"Ah, children, do you think 1287|Of what happiness that was foretold 1287|By the angel that from earth descended 1287|And said to the children so early to come 1287|And to-day,--the life-days of all? 1287|"And of what good is the world, 1287|That we do the same? 1287|And of how much it is to be loved?" 1287|"When on Christmas-morn I went, 1287|The first thing I saw was on high,-- 1287|The year's great feast of God's love bestowing 1287|"And when they gave, I saw, too, 1287|The snow as white as their own hair; 1287|And of how rich a treasure to me it was 1287|To watch them eat; 1287|"And when I saw the Christmas bell 1287|Which to the world goes round,-- 1287|How much it is ======================================== SAMPLE 47600 ======================================== 1165|Our eyes can catch so fine a glimpse. 1165|Oh, I am dreaming of the day 1165|When men and women, free, united, 1165|On the same soil for aye shall live, 1165|And not tremble and be afraid 1165|At sight of the sun! 1165|I have seen men in freedom slain 1165|Because they had no brains enough 1165|To keep the soul of manhood warm 1165|And make him wise and worthier. 1165|But a man cannot be wise with brains; 1165|He must hold to the first things first, 1165|And live to the utmost age. 1165|The morning comes with its rosy smiles, 1165|With its yellow morning-star, 1165|And the shadows of green wood and meadow 1165|Run on from shade to shade. 1165|The rose in each garden, at the door, 1165|The white in each lane, 1165|The yellow in the morning, and the red 1165|Among the fields below. 1165|They come to me to-night 1165|With my little singing child; 1165|And I hide him in my book, 1165|While the shadows fall and wend, 1165|And I read to him through the rain. 1165|He never wants to be told things 1165|That he knows by heart would-be. 1165|I cannot tell my songs, I cannot 1165|Tell him the tales that are so fine. 1165|Why will he never know -- so young and free 1165|That, like a pilgrim in a land away, 1165|He ever longs and yearns to be at home -- 1165|At home, and in the old familiar ways? 1165|But there are songs that he would sing, the songs of home; 1165|Those days of his own! 1165|I love him! When he's lying on the floor at night 1165|His curls rise up and his two eyes are bright 1165|With a glad surprise. 1165|O father! I love him! Did you ever hear 1165|Of a glorious day of victory, the day -- 1165|As from a leafy wild -- where the sun goes by 1165|And the great winds blow -- the day of victory 1165|Where the dead lie and glory burns in the light 1165|And a great throng gather to the old familiar dance 1165|And dance for living souls, 1165|Where the dead lie and glory burns in the light. 1165|And I love that old soldier of our House in war -- 1165|That old red soldier of the right about 1165|His new uniform with its heavy blue and white 1165|That I see not without a tear in my eyes 1165|For the soldiers of my own House, the brave House, 1165|When the brave House shall gather in its strength. 1165|We have seen them come, the ghosts of many a one, 1165|Who had trusted to his shining rifle-sight, 1165|O son of mine, and had met in the good fight 1165|Their shadows, but never one so pure and fair 1165|As that old soldier of our House, that's come back 1165|From the great fight's glory after all these years 1165|To stand in your window and to love you so! 1165|The old red soldier on his uniform there 1165|Is tall and strong and beautiful withal; 1165|His eyes are blue and his hair is a gleam 1165|Of gold and green; and he says: "There will be 1165|No other John in the world that I know!" 1165|He'll not come back any other John. 1165|But the old red soldier of the House in war 1165|Seems not to know. A ghost he never knew, 1165|But only that old soldier of the House in war. 1165|And the old soldier of the House in peace must wait 1165|Till the bright light of Eden is over his brow. 1165|There came a man with a letter, 1165|So fair I held it out to him, 1165|But he said, "Write not to me 1165|To vex your heart with what I send you; 1165|You must read it in the light." 1165|Then it fell on me ashamed ======================================== SAMPLE 47610 ======================================== 22229|To mak this land so fair; 22229|To take the sun-beams from the skies, 22229|And show them in our sea. 22229|And if there be an island on your course, 22229|To take it as your care, 22229|And with its lilies greet 22229|Your friends on shore at sea-- 22229|Then bloom, my dear, your flowers, 22229|Dear islands, in the sea. 22229|"An Iki-na-ri woman"-- 22229|Is eminently charming. 22229|Her dress of 'leaves 's the latest form-- 22229|They bring the flowers and lilies-- 22229|And she 's the perfect model of "good to 22229|An Iki-na-ri woman 22229|Is the ideal beauty for the 22229|An Iki-na-ri woman 22229|Is the ideal woman for 22229|Of a lady 's life is devoted 22229|To the "Iki-na-ri" creed, 22229|And of course it is her _one_ delight-- 22229|The _Iki-na-ri_ is the one 22229|A lady's love and time can ne'er 22229|Melt and mar. 22229|Her face is pure and round of feature, 22229|And aye her mind is clear and bright 22229|Like the lillies in the morning; 22229|The charm of her is as gold as 22229|The dew on flowery flowers; 22229|She 's fair, and full of love, and 22229|I 've met a dozen 's in love, 22229|But ne'er did I know before this 22229|A lady 's like the Iki-na-ri 22229|Who loves the Iki-na-ri 22229|The charm of her is as gold 22229|As dew is on flowery flowers-- 22229|The loveliest thing on earth 22229|Is the Iki-na-ri woman. 22229|It 's "She 's very fonder of us 22229|Than she seems of all this world 22229|That has ever been!" 22229|It 's "She 's happy and she 's sane 22229|And ofttimes a bit of sleep she gets 22229|At night-time over a bowl of tea 22229|Pouring a clear cup for taking 22229|The "knead-lipped frolic" o' the moon, 22229|And the stars' eyes glow through the roof 22229|Of the twilight-hollowed roof. 22229|She 's young, and she 's young, and she 's fair 22229|As fair may ever be; 22229|Her name is "The Iki-na-ri Woman": 22229|A moon of whiteness over the world 22229|Is the "Iki-na-ri Woman," 22229|And the charms of her are as gold as 22229|The dew on flowery flowers 22229|Are the loveliest thing on earth. 22229|The "Iki-na-ri" woman is 22229|The fairest of the Iki-na-ri 22229|Who lives on the shore 22229|When the tide of the sea, 22229|As it flows by the coral caves, 22229|Is ever a-sweeping and sweeping-- 22229|It passes the coral caves 22229|Like a wave and disappears; 22229|And she loves the wind and the sun 22229|Because they are both beautiful 22229|And her father's name, 22229|As it sweeps round the hills and around me, 22229|Is "The Iki-na-ri Woman." 22229|She 's married in the morning, 22229|And she 's married in the evening 22229|When the sunshine, as it streams o'er me, 22229|Pours upon her eyes 22229|Like the silver stream of the water 22229|That falls upon the flower. 22229|She 's married in the night-- 22229|And she 's married when the moon is in heaven, 22229|Or when the shadows that darken the shore 22229|Fall back on the coral cave, 22229|Or when the stars are in the south-west, ======================================== SAMPLE 47620 ======================================== 42076|I'd wish my heart the same were your! 42076|My Father's home is in the valley, 42076|My friends are all in the wood, 42076|My brother is not here to-day, 42076|And the carolings of the birds, 42076|My Mother's bed is cold and green, 42076|And her face with wrinkles brown. 42076|She has a little child who is young and fair; 42076|She has a little child they call Christ; 42076|I pray that each may keep the other true, 42076|So they all shall live to please Him well. 42076|My Father's home is in the valley; 42076|My friends are all in the grove; 42076|My brother is not here to-day, 42076|And I pray that each may be my guide. 42076|I ask the Father's favor 42076|Who made the birds all sweet; 42076|I ask the Father's blessing 42076|And a life with Him to me. 42076|I ask His love and life 42076|With a trust that's deep and true; 42076|And God, who loves us so, 42076|Will comfort bring to all. 42076|I ask His love and life, 42076|With a trust He doth feel; 42076|And, who can give it, He'll repay. 42076|When Christ His love gave, and life and strength 42076|He poured into each infant's being, 42076|'Twas the best of all he had bestowed, 42076|For from this precious gift He took 42076|His children, Him to honor gave, 42076|In the joy and gladness of the race. 42076|So dear, so kind, so good to us 42076|That we are glad He put them there; 42076|Who may not understand, but who 42076|Can bless and feed with soul-content, 42076|For they are in His hands whose breath 42076|Makes life sweet and heaven beautiful. 42076|He gives our love the priceless gift, 42076|That in Him's holy presence dwells; 42076|We are grateful, with our Father, 42076|That we live to keep some little life 42076|For him who holds each treasure safe. 42076|So our hearts will be in Christ, not him, 42076|Who gave all life and every limb 42076|To give us the sweet comfort now 42076|As he to us gave in the far-away. 42076|My heart is heavy with God's love; 42076|That, by this gift, he knows what is holiest, 42076|And all my joy with its weariness 42076|Is over and cast away quite. 42076|How sweet to keep this precious thing 42076|When, out of reach, we would be sent 42076|Where he would love to take us still, 42076|And give our hearts His to lead. 42076|The heart, that is more precious, more, 42076|Than all the world beside,-- 42076|When God descends, with joyous stride, 42076|And we, like children, meet His feet, 42076|His name will still be felt in space 42076|As when it first was given, 42076|As when it first was given. 42076|O God, how great in mercy 42076|The hand of grace hath laid! 42076|To count it but a small thing-- 42076|To see us but as children-- 42076|Was but to give the hand of power 42076|To show a greater heir 42076|Unto Him who gave it all. 42076|With eyes averted from far sight, 42076|Through the light of which he stood; 42076|He saw a child in tears beguiled 42076|By a dear Father from afar. 42076|Yet, still that child in sorrow sad 42076|Pressed nearer, while that Father stood 42076|With uplifted arms, for aid-- 42076|The face of Christ was seen; and still 42076|The eyes of Mary beamed on him. 42076|And while that Lord was gazing on her, 42076|And loved her with the love he had, 42076|Down swam in a calm of day, 42076|The vision of the angel's feet; 42076|Then came ======================================== SAMPLE 47630 ======================================== 4332|I would have you believe, I see 4332|The silver water-mills that I see 4332|Just like the flowers at the door of the house 4332|(To the tune of Springtime all the days). 4332|I would have you believe all the roses 4332|Are coming to me from a land that's gone 4332|All along by a hidden road. 4332|I'd have you believe, 4332|You see, 4332|I have been watching the stars so long 4332|They are there, 4332|In a row 4332|Above the light 4332|Like little stars all the night. 4332|And I go down in the sky 4332|And a light, 4332|Something like a sword to defend me, 4332|Has come down across my room. 4332|And I have caught it, 4332|Where I can see-- 4332|In the moonlight on my roses-- 4332|Something that is never tired. 4332|And I look at it-- 4332|At the sword, 4332|And smile. 4332|And go. 4332|I would have you believe that she who 4332|Is the moon and the stars and I-- 4332|And the moon and the stars are mine-- 4332|(She's the woman who never goes home-- 4332|The woman who never comes back)-- 4332|Is just a woman 4332|Who is given to the moonlight and the stars, 4332|Because of this-- 4332|This little thing 4332|I bought 4332|With my own little dollar! 4332|Now I know 4332|The reason why these things happen: 4332|They're only objects of chance-- 4332|(Oh, the rich 4332|Poor chance that is always the same!) 4332|But you know 4332|The reason why she never goes home-- 4332|Because in dreams she comes to me! 4332|When it rains 4332|She comes 4332|With her feet 4332|Stamping and kicking. 4332|And she takes me 4332|Out in the rain. 4332|And then 4332|She says 4332|"I'll give you a song, 4332|And you know it well-- 4332|A song about love 4332|That's pretty." 4332|When it's warm 4332|She has been shy 4332|Or seems to be. 4332|But now 4332|A song 4332|She sings, 4332|I can hear 4332|In the dim 4332|Winds that are loud 4332|When I go 4332|Out in the open air 4332|The moon looks over the garden 4332|Like a white ghost. 4332|The fields are wet with the sun's gold 4332|And the red and yellow roses peep 4332|From under their petals of snow 4332|And the trees are still, a-dreaming. 4332|The moon looks over meadow, grove, 4332|And the hedges are black with a white cloud, 4332|And I hear the bluebirds singing 4332|By the river and the trees... 4332|And then a wind goes round... 4332|And... the moon! 4332|The moon is white on the garden 4332|And yellow-green on the hedges 4332|And the wind is turning the leaves... 4332|It's coming again 4332|To go over her and come back 4332|And bring her in! 4332|Down in the dark green lane 4332|The flowers have sunken eyes 4332|Where all night long 4332|The leaves are falling. 4332|The grass that the road has trod 4332|Has no breath but the song of birds, 4332|And the flowers are white 4332|In the night. 4332|But up in the house at night 4332|The moon is yellow-green, 4332|And over my flower-bed it whirs-- 4332|And the moon is shining. 4332|The moon is so white 4332|They are afraid of her and sit in rows 4332|And think she is something cold and dead 4332|If day by day she is not white. 4332| ======================================== SAMPLE 47640 ======================================== 1020|And when they came to that door a man with a basket 1020|In his hand, and he said to me, "Come in!" 1020|And when I came I thought I'd see the man with the basket 1020|And how the man with the basket passed 1020|Was to me all the world to him, 1020|And still my heart goes back to my boy 1020|And still I sing about him to-day. 1020|It's you that now, old friend, in your old bedroom 1020|Where you and I have been so long 1020|That when I reach the other end of the hallway 1020|It's still my way to talk to you. 1020|You go in to the garden, 1020|And all day long and all night 1020|I think of the way you used to go 1020|And the sunflowers in the wheat. 1020|I like to see you as my dear, 1020|I like to smell your clothes, 1020|For I know that when the wind is good 1020|I shall find you out and walk. 1020|But when it's cold or the rain's in the street, 1020|Or the wind blows when the wind doesn't like, 1020|Then over the rooftops I hear your voice, 1020|And a flash of blue and then a shadow grey, 1020|And somewhere the big house in the sky. 1020|So here's a ticket for your darling boy 1020|That says on the corners in letters "S" and "O" 1020|That sometimes I forget I'm still a man; 1020|And now I'm out of the street to go 1020|I think that I've seen enough 1020|Of you in the shops, and in the fields, 1020|And you in the tall grass by the road. 1020|So here's a ticket for your boy 1020|That says on the corners in letters "K" and "O" 1020|That sometimes I can't forget that I'm a man, 1020|Because all through a foreign war 1020|I have stood on the shore, 1020|I have looked at the old gray town, 1020|And wondered how the bells would sound 1020|At the time the city was burning and the bombs were falling. 1020|And once in a while I've heard you calling 1020|Out from a hut in the night, 1020|To me that's kinder than my own. 1020|You're always like a mother to me, 1020|And I like to think we're both fine. 1020|But when I'm out in the cold, 1020|And the rain comes down and the clouds are grey, 1020|And there's nothing but the dark outside 1020|And nothing but the wind at my heart, 1020|And you and I can only wait, 1020|And you and I can only pray 1020|And the bombs and the battles go by, 1020|And the children that are born in the darkness crawl 1020|From the houses where they hid so long 1020|And the children they will never find, 1020|And the soldiers in the street and the columns on the wall, 1020|And the bodies on the wall, 1020|And the silence all around 1020|And the silent night, 1020|And the silent skies. 1020|I have forgotten your face 1020|Like a flower that's withered and overgrown, 1020|You have passed into a night 1020|That was more terrible than the day 1020|And the old woman in the tower, 1020|And the empty space 1020|Where the soldiers were sleeping, 1020|And I who have loved you more than all the rest. 1020|I have dreamed you white and white, 1020|You who were always smiling, 1020|Fool and fair, 1020|Like a thing that wakes in a dream, 1020|And dies to a kiss after a shower. 1020|White and cold, 1020|You with gold circlets on your eyes, 1020|You with yellow hair. 1020|I have dreamed you blue and blue 1020|White as the sky of Yesterday, 1020|And the white clouds that drifted over you. 1020|I have dreamed you white as snow, 1020|And the white heart in your face, ======================================== SAMPLE 47650 ======================================== 1057|As a ship on the sea of life, 1057|As the bird upon the wing, 1057|Or a man who was young once more, 1057|And who loves with new fancies, 1057|And whom love makes his daughter-tongue. 1057|Hail, ancient sea, and all ye dead men, 1057|Ye that were with me from the midnight hour! 1057|Ye that came back no fan-fanned warrior, 1057|But a sea-bird, a star in the night! 1057|Have ye no part with me? or were ye just 1057|As I am, who am cast out of Heaven? 1057|Have ye any use for me? 1057|Have ye any use for me? 1057|Ye old gray men of the deep, 1057|That know the sea and the sea-mist, 1057|Are ye not sad with all this searching 1057|For God's old friend, the sea? 1057|Are ye sad with me? or was ye just 1057|As I am, who am cast out of Heaven? 1057|As I have been now of late, 1057|Are ye sad with all this searching 1057|For God's old friend, the sea? 1057|I am sad with the searchers 1057|Who have sought for God's old friend, 1057|For the sea's old sorrows, I know them now 1057|On the broad tops of mighty wrecks: 1057|The wild swan fears they will fade 1057|With the sea-tears that we give: 1057|For the sea-bird's love shall follow 1057|These old misapprehensions, 1057|Nor fear to perish in the surf 1057|In some far washy water: 1057|And though God's storm-winds may sweep her, 1057|She must go with the ship 1057|Where the great waves roll about her 1057|And are the rest of her soul. 1057|O sea, O sea! 1057|I saw you once, and I loved you, 1057|And I remember it well, 1057|For your face is sweet and white, 1057|With the face of the maid whose feet 1057|Fell but recently in the tide,-- 1057|But my feet and my face have parted, 1057|And I wander alone! 1057|Osea, Osea, Osea, 1057|Praise us, we are the crown, 1057|Give us the olive that is white, 1057|The fruit that is ripe,-- 1057|The green olive that was once 1057|The red and royal vine, 1057|That was wont to bend 1057|But to swell 1057|And bow all its branches, round 1057|And be the Queen 1057|Of the green pine that is white 1057|That is heaven for a day, 1057|But O sea, O sea, 1057|O sea, O sea, 1057|The night is cold and white, 1057|The land lies dead, 1057|The winds play about my face; 1057|But I dream, 1057|I dream on 1057|The waves that ran along 1057|And now they are gone, 1057|The moon is white with a cloud, 1057|But the white tide 1057|Runs red 1057|With the blood 1057|That the waves have washed. 1057|O thou bright-flaming moon with the crimson beam 1057|And in crimson moon-light all our nights thou wakest, O Moon! 1057|And when we sleep in the white-flame sleep we weep, 1057|As our slumbering eyes are bathed and blind 1057|With the gleam and brightness of moonlight white, 1057|And the blood, red blood, that was once the bright 1057|And luminous wine of earth, is now the damp 1057|and cobwebbed gloom of death. 1057|I dreamed, O moon with the crimson beam, 1057|I saw the pale sea waves, the pale sea waves, 1057|As they were painted pale by some maiden's wish 1057|Upon the rock where she was dreaming by night, 1057|In their dark caves, 1057|And the pale-coloured waves 1057 ======================================== SAMPLE 47660 ======================================== 1279|And when at last he took the road. 1279|Auld, but still an doleful load; 1279|That madden'd me in sickness oft. 1279|But O this was my fate! 1279|The King's ransom for my son, 1279|Wherewith my life is dress'd, 1279|A thing the foe had brought from far, 1279|To serve my father's will. 1279|No more of this! 1279|I would not be a thing of nought; 1279|The price of that sweet joy is dear, 1279|Who knows but I might be 1279|A slave for life in fields of joy?-- 1279|No more! 1279|O'er us this time it matters not; 1279|The ransom depends on the deed, 1279|For death is debtors' right: 1279|'Tis but a debtor if the debtor's name 1279|In all the papers stands. 1279|If the tale can please, 1279|We never should tell 1279|The grief the debt would puzzle us through, 1279|If we so rough'd it, 1279|The debt had not been paid. 1279|Our foes' cause increasing day by day, 1279|And day by cruel day increasing, 1279|They put their trust in power too mean 1279|And hope to win it: 1279|As on their back it lies: 1279|Poor Pity's burden is too light, 1279|For us to bear it! 1279|With his fair name and titles on-- 1279|Not one of the four of threescore; 1279|Not a single year of sixty-two, 1279|For them not worth a sanguinary look! 1279|Thrice happy names, of all the nation; 1279|Where the man does not a life misrepresent! 1279|Their snares were short, their wreaths were free: 1279|But let our praise a little space ascend, 1279|And let our praise still rise like a mountain-peak. 1279|There was such cheer, such gall, such glory, 1279|When the new year began to spring, 1279|As we could scarcely believe we had seen 1279|Such heaven upon Earth: 1279|Such worth in labour, such peace in toil, 1279|Such beauty in the wilderness. 1279|There was such pleasure, such rapture, such cheer, 1279|In the short space that time began to end, 1279|As we long since have forgot. 1279|O Land, to whom this moment seems too long, 1279|Till your fair, long-look'd-for joy is here! 1279|And, Land, that still, as you celebrate it, 1279|Doe think to thwart or check it:-- 1279|Can you conceive that you can give it? 1279|There's that that's new and warm in my heart, 1279|That doth so with truth agree, 1279|As, tho' your tongue you may misrepresent, 1279|I'll own I have felt it: 1279|That which once I nurs'd, that damask blossom, 1279|Which once was of a truth so far bet, 1279|Is I to you a Friend, and half a Foe; 1279|And half a thing, tho' too blest, to me. 1279|The land to which I was prospect'd here, 1279|And were not so committed, had been 1279|A world of troubles, hard to be bear'd; 1279|And I with what disdain I were content, 1279|To see it so degenerate: 1279|But that the time was come should I depart, 1279|To some far more congenial clime; 1279|Some more congenial clime, I wote how, 1279|For some that want the taste are cast, 1279|And some are there that want the humour 1279|For life and sport in France. 1279|It was the time when Morn had wakeful seen 1279|Night in the upper East, ruddock springing forth; 1279|And all the grovelling forest round the tow, 1279|Deserted to till, the rustics had left: 1279|When the young lambs were bleating on the lea, ======================================== SAMPLE 47670 ======================================== 17393|In the eyes of _my_ boy of yore? 17393|The great old heart-sick girl! 17393|The man, that tried to hide! 17393|But, when he saw the truth-- 17393|Oh, 'twas a thing of days! 17393|The woman that laughed at him! 17393|And the men that knew her wrong, 17393|And that loved her, but that never 17393|A woman loved in these days!-- 17393|Of a later age-- 17393|What a thing to see! to know! 17393|Oh, what _was_ she for you! 17393|The great old heart-sick girl! 17393|The man, that tried to hide! 17393|When he came back--ah, what a change! 17393|His face was like a mask! 17393|But no one noticed how! you'd rather 17393|Be singing in the street 17393|In your old gray hood!--no, no, 17393|You'll hardly understand 17393|That you've been a fool, 17393|You've been a fool, you've been a fool, 17393|As ever I've been to mark! 17393|That's why we laugh,--why we curse, 17393|What, not even the child! 17393|A man has been a fool! 17393|He's been a fool! 17393|A woman is no better,-- 17393|A woman's never sure! 17393|A man has been a fool! 17393|He's been a fool! 17393|A woman's never safe,-- 17393|She's quite the same as if a fool! 17393|I'm sure you'd rather be so, 17393|But no one knows it yet, 17393|It's quite a mystery, and I wonder just why you don't know it _self_! 17393|But you're quite mistaken, too, 17393|"I'm not a fool?" you say, 17393|A woman's quite as safe as any man, and just as safe as any boy. 17393|The only sure way is _self_! 17393|"My mother used to say that to mean self-will", 17393|"I don't know how; but that's my notion". 17393|But that's a joke on mother! 17393|"My father used to say that to mean father's will", 17393|"Well, then, let's go no further, lad". 17393|But what is there of truth in what we write?--no,--well,--what's there? 17393|There's something in all we say,--a touch of truth or a joke? 17393|I am an old boy and not a youth! 17393|Let's see, the morning broke in! 17393|Morning's morning broke in 17393|The man had never been out,-- 17393|Morning dawned, and the morning had not come yet! 17393|I am still a child! 17393|What did my father say? 17393|"You've been a fool, you've been a fool!" 17393|What did my mother say? 17393|"Do not laugh, my son, and do not play, 17393|Father and mother are waiting; 17393|Father and mother are waiting, 17393|And they'll make you more like them, 17393|If you'll but tell them which of us 17393|Most resembles his own son!" 17393|He has been a fool! 17393|A fool, a fool, a fool, 17393|A simple old man standing alone 17393|With a stamen in his mouth, 17393|And a wafer from his breast 17393|Laid down to sleep in God's arms! 17393|And the fool has risen up and struck and slain 17393|A man most handsome to see: 17393|In God's name, a little, little fool! 17393|He shall know, he shall hear, 17393|He shall sing as the singing birds do, 17393|And call unto salvation; 17393|He shall eat, and shall live, and be strong, 17393|And rise in wisdom and goodliness; 17393|And be the least among you thereat, 17393|Who are most worthy and wise. 17393|The child in the stall,-- ======================================== SAMPLE 47680 ======================================== 5408|"To you," was the answer then, "is a sacred cause. 5408|What have you done, and how, and who is your friend, 5408|The Prince? Go then, my friend; you must be taught. 5408|"Forgive what I have seen or what I heard, 5408|Be just and good, though I forget it all. 5408|And I will be your brave friend and help you to 5408|The honour of your word and honour to the Prince. 5408|"If he is of this world wise and good, 5408|And I of nothing wisdom, go upon 5408|To him and those that we are preparing for, 5408|And pray for the preservation of my words. 5408|And when your father, the King, shall arise 5408|And hold his judgement and his word in fee, 5408|And God shall say, 'This man hath done the right,' 5408|Then may he be content to go, with all 5408|The honour of his word on you to wait." 5408|When the good King had come, the Queen again 5408|Told him to go, and said, "You must be proved 5408|Them first, then yourselves, for all the world knoweth, 5408|Your own words, and the Prince shall be your friend." 5408|Then they departed and came to the shore, 5408|And the King went in and sat on the sand, 5408|And a messenger came to him and said: 5408|"To him my messenger, to you my messenger, 5408|King, my son, go now my gift of gold, 5408|Be not offended in your welcome come 5408|Nor do not insult me the Prince for grace 5408|Or wisdom: for I know both, and shall teach 5408|How far to be brave are all, if I grow old. 5408|But do not you accuse me that I was 5408|More careless in the way I had begun, 5408|And let me know the reason, for a while; 5408|For if you shall be still less brave then all, 5408|The greatest and the worst shall grow more." 5408|The Prince with thanks complied his greeting, 5408|And bade farewell to this one that had been 5408|A faithful friend, and trusted, of the Prince 5408|Was life, and the rest was dust. But of gold 5408|The messenger did not know, nor the Prince; 5408|For his soul was in the heavenly chorus 5408|Where all of life sang to it, and they sang 5408|In words most sad unto him. Thus the Prince 5408|Was going from home; he came to a place 5408|Secluded far from the rest of the kingdom, 5408|Where the mountains are not mingled with plains, 5408|And every plain is the great wide sea. 5408|He turned his footsteps to the place; he took 5408|A little path that glided by trees and stumps, 5408|Till it wound to an open plain of grass, 5408|And then upon the horizon he stood 5408|Upon the hill-top, where the hills were red. 5408|There the King and some men walked in a ring 5408|Round one of the corners, and they sang: 5408|"Our hearts are the hills, and we love all things 5408|In this united circle of earth and air, 5408|The clouds, the clouds, the clouds the clouds, the clouds; 5408|We pray that this be true, in his favour come, 5408|If he be our friend and be no false," 5408|Then a voice was heard, the voice of the Prince: 5408|"For in this place I fear his wrath and hate, 5408|For I know he is much angry with me, 5408|His wrath and hate and anger, and the wrath 5408|Of the Prince of this world of sorrowing. 5408|"I am afraid he may make me a prisoner, 5408|Or a worse thing than a gibbet, far more mean; 5408|I think I might be better to come here 5408|To some good land, where I might give my body 5408|And friends' blood for crowns, or food to allay 5408|The thirst in these long nights of the day-dreams. 5408|Though ======================================== SAMPLE 47690 ======================================== 22803|So, they all sat silent on the floor, 22803|Or sat and made faces of dismay 22803|The while he said and wondered, "What do I?" 22803|He said, "It is too much like living 22803|To be a woman." So he stood 22803|And he made faces at the flowers. 22803|On the floor there was no room for speech 22803|And he stood and watched for the day 22803|When his woman's hand should go. 22803|"But look," he said, "I'll make and show, 22803|This woman's hand will not be denied." 22803|"Nay, she knows not," said one of the girls, 22803|"I saw it." 22803|Then the man went out into the hall 22803|And took the flowers. 22803|There in the dim night 22803|One stood watching, 22803|Looking in at the doorway 22803|"If I let her." 22803|Then he said, 22803|"So you have loved her, 22803|This woman of theirs," said the poor man 22803|"I have loved her, so I say." 22803|"God's curse on the house!" 22803|Then came the door of the great hall 22803|Blazing, 22803|And all the faces of the people turned 22803|The doorway in 22803|To meet the woman there. 22803|They saw the woman's face grown thin 22803|With years. 22803|They stood in a throng of crowds, they were 22803|Sick of their blood, 22803|A crowd they must of standing, and yet 22803|They stood there 22803|And watched her face turn white 22803|As a flake of snow when the wind blows 22803|Far out, 22803|And all the little faces that she knew 22803|Blind in the wind. 22803|Her hands shook, the words that were made 22803|Only by others fell, 22803|To strike the air, and strike withal 22803|A heart that had been broken and spent 22803|For this. 22803|She lifted her face in the hall 22803|To look for the stranger man, 22803|But none came out yet. 22803|So she stood in her heart's black room 22803|With the thoughts of her dead mother 22803|Falling from her soul on high 22803|Like rain that the wind stops over, 22803|And she sits down, and her hand goes out 22803|On the table, and she takes her cup. 22803|Her thoughts in her heart are so strong 22803|They blind the eyes she used to use 22803|In a long ago. 22803|And she puts out her eyes to wait 22803|Till the door is closed, and sits out 22803|For a space, 22803|And then she lies down and lays dead, 22803|And waits, and waits, and waits. 22803|Then out of her sleep, 22803|That her soul had used to help her move, 22803|Sobbed in the old way, and she heard 22803|The wind sobbing in the trees, the cry 22803|Of one who had gone from her, 22803|And then 22803|The wind in the hollow, sobbing too, 22803|And sobbing of the sea. 22803|The waves go hurrying over the rocks, 22803|The sun is warm, and the sea-winds call 22803|In the dark in the hollow, and the stones 22803|Are heavy with gold and the water's dark 22803|Ripples lie soft against the white face 22803|Of the sun, and the green mosses are red. 22803|The sun is warm, and the sea-winds come 22803|Calling, and calling, and sobbing high, 22803|And the stars are shining bright against 22803|The dark in the hollow, and they cry 22803|For the dead in the dark. 22803|But the maid, who heard not the dead's cry, 22803|Who sat in the pale light of the windows 22803|Of the hall, and saw not the eyes that burn 22803|Like fire in the eyes of the woman, knows, 22803|And thinks, and sighs out long, ======================================== SAMPLE 47700 ======================================== 1021|Of love, but he can but guess. 1021|And my soul says, though my heart is sore, 1021|There is one love for me. 1021|My soul says, while my heart is sore, 1021|He is love's dear friend. 1021|But I'd give what's right and true, 1021|And all the world's a show, 1021|If I might but know one love for him 1021|Who's sore and sad. 1021|So, when all's said for love and I 1021|We'll never meet again, 1021|If he was cruel, so be it, 1021|I am sure I'd die. 1021|For who is kind, forgets, who is cruel, 1021|The sun is cruel and cold, 1021|The wind is cruel and cold, 1021|The rain is cruel, and fierce, and sharp, 1021|And cruel in his blast. 1021|But God is kind. If that His mercy 1021|Should smite upon my head, 1021|I'd meet it with a song I'd weave, 1021|I'd meet it with a hymn--I'd sing! 1021|Oh, what a wondrous world is Love! 1021|Love's in the air, Love's on the sea, 1021|Love's in the rose, Love's on the bud, 1021|Love's in the feather, Love's on the wing, 1021|Love's in the blue-birds nesting high. 1021|I heard a laugh at the end of my rope 1021|As they swung my nose against the ceiling. 1021|I heard a laugh, the laughter the girls all know, 1021|That's why he danced like mad. 1021|The moon shone over the river as I passed, 1021|And the moon was as pale as ink. 1021|I stopped my horse at the inn to buy a bowl-- 1021|A bowl, they say, that would save. 1021|With my little sprig of holly and holly-tree, 1021|And the words, "Here's to you, honey," written so true 1021|I'd have to leave my job well done. 1021|For the moon looked down on all when I came out, 1021|And the moon was as white as snow. 1021|I had to run like a little drunkard on my bat 1021|To see the big city's faces all at rest, 1021|And all at a truce to pine and rue and revel. 1021|But I saw the woman I've never seen before-- 1021|The woman that's run so fast! 1021|And a dozen times I looked before and after,-- 1021|And didn't quite believe it. 1021|But then I saw a girl who'd grown me a son-- 1021|A son, my darling, who'd make no more pretense, 1021|Nor claim any license for his pretense, 1021|But just be himself, as he often has been, 1021|A little boy of beauty and of promise, 1021|A prince to be envied of all men. 1021|And then I saw the maid I've never seen her face 1021|For all its golden courtesy, 1021|Until I saw her dress and looked as though 1021|It shined with silver everywhere. 1021|And then I saw the woman I've never seen her mouth, 1021|And I thought as one that knows me near, 1021|Then turned, and looked, and smiled--and said, "Poor dear, 1021|You can have me for father here." 1021|And so I came, and ran, and danced, like a child, 1021|To hear her,--my father, whom I'd seen, 1021|And who, though he had a life, still had the last 1021|Of it without a break in--so he did. 1021|At the end of it though, and the moonlight over it, 1021|And her face still fair and tender 1021|From the wind's black laughter and the wind's soft kiss, 1021|And the moon's soft smile, I came back again. 1021|And I went away to make a song, 1021|A little song to call the sun. 1021|In the blue, black sky I made a banner out of leaves, ======================================== SAMPLE 47710 ======================================== 5185|"Never, never more shall I, 5185|In my life and death deplore 5185|For my cruel, angry mother, 5185|For my father, cruel wife, 5185|For my helpless sister, little 5185|She, a little girl in hall, 5185|When my father, savage husband, 5185|As my mother, cruel wife, 5185|Tried to seize me when I was born, 5185|Tried to slay me when I was young. 5185|"Now I mourn in endless sorrow, 5185|As of old I mourn my wrongs; 5185|Now I mourn this earth of fairy, 5185|As of old my woes have vanished. 5185|As a tree doth in the forest, 5185|As a fir-tree in the mountains; 5185|Sits I now, my lovely sister, 5185|On the peak of world, beloved!" 5185|When attired in proper garb 5185|Wainamoinen stood and wondered, 5185|Spake these words to Ilmarinen: 5185|"Do I wear a golden circlet, 5185|In a golden circlet bind it, 5185|That I may rejoice in beauty, 5185|When alone I walk the merry, 5185|In the company of maiden?" 5185|Thereupon he did not heed it, 5185|Dashed away the golden circlet, 5185|Bent it in the ground before him, 5185|Thus addressed the silver master: 5185|"As a bird goes forth to pasture, 5185|As a lark goes forth to morning, 5185|Bind your daughter's hair in beauty, 5185|And her forehead with beauty, 5185|That she may rejoice in beauty, 5185|When, when alone she walks the merry, 5185|In the company of maidens!" 5185|Thereupon the lovely maiden, 5185|Beautiful and happy maiden, 5185|Clad her with perfect fairness, 5185|Glided from her home and country, 5185|To the green and pleasant meadows, 5185|To the plains of Kalevala, 5185|And there learned the work of weeds, 5185|Of the reeds she gathered virtues, 5185|Kine, and hops, and senna-berries, 5185|Priktice, and pikes of silver, 5185|Deftly sowed without forgetting. 5185|Now arose the youthful hero, 5185|Hastened homeward to the city, 5185|Home to home addressed the farmer. 5185|Weeds were growing on the meadow, 5185|Pikes were on the hill-top, 5185|Shepherds near their firesides, 5185|Home returned the shepherd hero, 5185|Ilmarinen, home-returner, 5185|Hastened home the daring minstrel, 5185|Hastened like the lightning's speedment 5185|Onward to the vacant meadows, 5185|To the plains without a people, 5185|Pitched his plough in untrodden wilderness, 5185|Dragged the plough of hens along him 5185|To the distant hills and mountains, 5185|To the heath-covered hills of medicine, 5185|To the heathery mountains highlands, 5185|To the distant heaths of Northland. 5185|Once and twice she journeyed homeward, 5185|Pitch-black Nome's meadow to visit, 5185|On the margin of the lake's broadening, 5185|On the bay's gray-foaming margin. 5185|There she saw three-feet, and drivers, 5185|In their front paws, jack-glancing, 5185|Dragging their flails across the meadow, 5185|As they plied the plough of hens. 5185|Finally returned the dash-burn, 5185|Three-feet from the lake's blue surface, 5185|Three-feet from Tuoni's lake-waves, 5185|From the dark, 10' high high water, 5185|To the plains of Kalevala, 5185|To the uncultivated country. 5185|There the maiden waited long, 5185|And the three-feet, obedient to her, 5185|Tended the ======================================== SAMPLE 47720 ======================================== 10602|With that full ludicee of the nyghte, 10602|As I did see and that I might do it, 10602|And with that I did thee to meke it. 10602|Thou wast my child and my mone, and my hire, 10602|Yet wist I neuer what was hise hode. 10602|For then I was not so fully bred, 10602|That I can love that other so forsieke; 10602|Or make him my lord and so be my frend, 10602|That I me made a manie maners hode. 10602|He was my bok, and I bade hir lye 10602|With my chylde; but, till hir face I spred, 10602|And to her lok, and to hir visage slake, 10602|She could not wepen hir in hir visage; 10602|For which was me so faste in thider slake 10602|With al thider mens wommen that she slew. 10602|But when she made me so als comly soone, 10602|And so for pure lust her soules allield, 10602|I lost all my wits all as she did hent, 10602|And so I did to her anone as she. 10602|This is the story of Sophy his lady, slain.] 10602|And, sith that I for wo made a mate, 10602|I was eternall and as womman saugh, 10602|The more to love the lasse I herth, 10602|That I loveth and that I am a man: 10602|It is that my soule hath in his mesure 10602|His wommen by him set in fere. 10602|Thou seiskest noght to heare this thing, 10602|Now in this maladie day of fame; 10602|But if thou wilt, the way I will wil be, 10602|That thou it woldest not to love lie. 10602|And if thou wilt, then be not asyre 10602|That I can nat hir love al only, 10602|That is, if I for thee ne be asyre. 10602|But, O my lady, wend on thus forwele, 10602|And that I may hir wel, for thy love! 10602|For well I wot, thy mesure is but weak. 10602|"Heu! quoth Simois, thou of me thou wilt be! 10602|By my god, I love thee and my londe;" 10602|That answereth my faire ladye, 10602|Went forth by sondri wits she hadde set. 10602|Thus doth my lady, out of daunger, 10602|With mesure of mesure thei are full wel, 10602|Witnesse, maners, lust, and my londe and me. 10602|And so I love and live for thy sake, 10602|And sith thou art mine owne goodly hede; 10602|And sith the more it me to love thee, 10602|So thou thy selfe me love and myke more! 10602|"Noe, saugh or I was never swich knight 10602|To do me so!" said my ladye the mo. 10602|"And yet is this a man othogh wyse, 10602|As euer yet it was," quod my ladye. 10602|"In al the world was neuer chaire 10602|More glad than I do now," quod my ladye. 10602|"Ye hadde I never had a lenger mate, 10602|I hadde ne left you me, my liege lord; 10602|For how so fayr my longe name was, 10602|Ne shal be told, if that I yolde ne wold! 10602|"And ye hadde I neuertheles stound withal, 10602|My sone mighte I ne hadde in other londe 10602|Than I bequeathe my lyf and lyfe to yow; 10602|For nought had I ne told nor yive yow so longe 10602|My foly, that that I coulde never dy." 10 ======================================== SAMPLE 47730 ======================================== 4332|And still she was a woman, only less 4332|Than another woman's equal, and no more. 4332|Still I thought the way she tripped 4332|Took life from her, and death with her; 4332|But she was gone as if she went 4332|Outside the time and place of life. 4332|She was a woman, and I knew 4332|By that same human look she wore 4332|When we went together through that door. 4332|I felt her lips on mine 4332|And our souls moved together, as though 4332|A human spirit pressed the flesh 4332|And the form of our flesh pressed down the spirit. 4332|So the two were one, 4332|Not seen of either of us, that day 4332|But both of them at once-- 4332|We walked in the world without a word, 4332|But when we turned within the door 4332|It was but the life that in us smiled. 4332|And my heart said to you, 4332|She was a woman 4332|Who tripped with her feet in the air, 4332|And her mouth upon mine, 4332|And her flesh in my heart. 4332|The great moon rises in the East: 4332|The great moon daunts the stars. 4332|The sky is a gray road without a light, 4332|And the roads all tremble. 4332|The big road rings to the seas, 4332|Beyond which there is no night. 4332|It is a long way to the sky, 4332|And the night wears on. 4332|The stars are a long way off, 4332|Like candles lit with fire. 4332|A little while the starry roads 4332|Hold the stars in their stalls. 4332|And then the sky goes dark because of a dead star, 4332|And the stars have only a name. 4332|The stars are in the night: 4332|They have no dreams, you know. 4332|They wait beside the doors. 4332|When I was a little child 4332|I used to think there were stars 4332|In shining clouds 4332|To shine upon sleeping children-- 4332|To keep them still and wise. 4332|There were three gods that lived in heaven, 4332|And when one died, 4332|Another took its place: 4332|But the three, alas! 4332|Were all changed into three apes. 4332|What should I give you in return 4332|For your thoughtful looks? 4332|What strange gifts have I by your side 4332|Since you came home from the sea 4332|And set the ships a-wooing, 4332|I do not know. 4332|I only know 4332|That when the sun is full of gold 4332|And the wind is full of song, 4332|My little daughter sits in her room 4332|And sings to me. 4332|I sat alone among the shadows of the hills by night, 4332|And I remember the shadows and stars and the ways, 4332|And the shadows of the rivers that wander at my will. 4332|She was only a little girl, only a child, 4332|In those days: 4332|But I think when I look back, the eyes of my child 4332|Show the very bright, 4332|And I know that, one winter morning, I must stand 4332|Upon the border of the borderland 4332|And look at her feet, 4332|And wonder if she ever will be good enough 4332|For the world that I knew. 4332|For she was not good enough for school, 4332|Nor yet a lover, 4332|And the men that loved her then, 4332|Women now that never love again, 4332|Loved but herself: 4332|And so I stood with my hand on my lips, 4332|As lonely and very lonely; 4332|But I know that when I meet her next May, 4332|With her long thin dark hair and brown bright skin, 4332|I must not offend with a wrong thought or word, 4332|For I have met her once, and once can speak 4332|A man's language-- 4332|And it was only once she said "Come," ======================================== SAMPLE 47740 ======================================== 24869|While in their hearts the demon clings.(839) 24869|They stand upon the spot, I look 24869|Unto the river’s sullen tide, 24869|Where some wild bull, or elephant, 24869|Stands stiffly for a moment’s space, 24869|To view the royal prince, aghast 24869|At the dread power and majesty 24869|Of his dread presence. Now my train 24869|Of revellers stand and gaze 24869|Upon the royal prince who stands 24869|In reverent mood before 24869|The mighty god who turns 24869|His sight to where the princely two 24869|Stood before the river’s brink. 24869|Now, as I speak, a sudden wind 24869|The ground beneath my feet is shaken, 24869|And each man seems to think alone 24869|“If Lakshmaṇ comes, who, then, can be 24869|Of royal prince and priest to aid?” 24869|In terror they look at each 24869|To see him come, a warrior bold: 24869|To each in turn a thought they give, 24869|Who thinks that though by Lakshmaṇ’s side 24869|No living creature he may slay, 24869|And all his purpose still remains 24869|To serve him and his brother’s will. 24869|Now, when they see the godlike king 24869|A mighty giant stand in view, 24869|They grasp his arm in passionate fear, 24869|And all at once in wild affright 24869|With hands together spring in line 24869|And seize him by the waist, and round 24869|Clash palms and bear him to the flood. 24869|Then with one mighty bound they drive 24869|The giant from the bank and stem, 24869|As though to some great mountain’s height 24869|He would overturn from steep to steep. 24869|The mighty hero with a bound 24869|Comes down, as though to chase the deer; 24869|And, fierce within his eyes to see 24869|His captive trembling as he lay, 24869|To him his vengeful arm is given 24869|With hands together stretched aloof, 24869|His mighty arm which all are fain 24869|To grasp as though he loved them still. 24869|A moment turns their eyes on him, 24869|And then in terror, as it seems, 24869|Starts back from off the river’s brink 24869|With arms extended from him loosed. 24869|I, when I raised myself, could see 24869|A monstrous monster round him hurl: 24869|And yet another with his hand 24869|Held back the mighty giant there. 24869|A torrent from the giant’s arm 24869|Patted down the son of Diti, 24869|And bore away his mortal frame 24869|As though the foe had never struck. 24869|The hero’s eye could see no more, 24869|Nor felt his breast with wrath o’erthrown, 24869|But as a wave that o’er the sand 24869|Flashes and roars through troubled night, 24869|With frantic rage and sense of pain 24869|He raised a shout that echoed through 24869|The crowded grove that round him lay. 24869|Then when the prince his brother saw, 24869|He raised his head and strove to speak, 24869|But thus in measured tone replied. 24869|“Great brother of the mighty king, 24869|This deed to thee shall most approve. 24869|My brother, for whose sake I stand, 24869|Shall see again his royal town. 24869|Now, for this deed on thee to pay, 24869|I come no longer in delay, 24869|But hither to my country bring 24869|The debt thou dread’st to fulfil.” 24869|Canto XXVI. Rávan’s Death. 24869|’Twas thus the Vánar chief to see 24869|The son of Raghu of the line 24869|Of Janak reached his home and stood 24869|Before his lord upon the throne. 24869|He raised his head and spoke by turns: 24869 ======================================== SAMPLE 47750 ======================================== 8795|For the earth's vassal, not for the good. 8795|Ah then, why were ye silent, and what 8795|Thy answer, which I now give to thee?" 8795|"If thou listen," he replied, "I will 8795|Confess the truth; and there shall none 8795|Speak ill of him who hath the most. 8795|I was a singer in the world, O Rome; 8795|Now is my song of equal worth with thine. 8795|And here below as often moistly shines 8795|The freshest water, as I sing of Lincoln. 8795|But if some lingering doubt remains, 8795|Concern not thee about it; mark the star, 8795|Confessing, and the hill, that worships her." 8795|On the fourth morning, when the chapel was closed, 8795|And without its walls a fan of mid-day fire 8795|Breathed o'er the embers, when a light became 8795|(At that small light) across the cloisters bright, 8795|I reached forth to push back Eve my guest, 8795|But on the instant her tall stature lent 8795|So that her form I knew not. To the quest 8795|Of looks and sighs forthwith I made her mine, 8795|And to embrace her helped to pass any test 8795|Of piety imposed upon me. Of all, 8795|The pivot of my soul, pleasure found me, 8795|And with mild voice and easy gestures riveted me. 8795|ERASION of the WORLD, and ACTS of those 8795|Whom Fate had destined unto knowledge high, 8795|Made ARGO think and SEE beyond. But soon 8795|The sky began to darken, and the wind 8795|Perforce withdrew, nor slit ocean's waves, 8795|That carried witness to such a cloud. 8795|With sleeves dishevelled, and with her hand 8795|Abashed, staring AT me, on the pier 8795|The Queen exhibited a sad and sweet 8795|And even visage, which the woe-abyss 8795|Might puzzle over. With such fruits, 8795|Albeit she might have shown more delight, 8795|Perchance the jest was not complete. 1008|I WAS of Arcady, and the land contains 1008|Now the land named ARTemia, that bears 1008|The witch's name. We were the first that found it. 1008|The fame of our appearance soon spread 1008|About the town, and on its island fell 1008|To make first institute of us. 1008|Next to mekely most doth this person pay 1008|Reproof for loss of common credence, 1008|Which is the due of all infringers; 1008|And because I hold it here unacceptable 1008|With never a quill to feather it, 1008|They pass me for illegitimate born. 1008|With this distinction, that from the first 1008|Long line of Caina graved a race, a race 1008|So complete, that ne'er another so much 1008|Was born of female, until his day 1008|When woman was made aye unprofaner 1008|And unrecognized. The while, so passed 1008|Their manners, that the times themselves were witness 1008|Of what has later come to pass. I find, 1008|With rare account, St. Anthony of Antioch 1008|Liegemans, who pursu'd his fashion; and Cornel 1008|Corn, of Pisa, citizens of Pel... 1008|Where are they? GARCIA VALDISCA 1008|of Lantes. And that other, th' Athenian Guelphs, 1008|Was Michael, whom ARCAS, which is ST. GEORGE GUELPHS'S, 1008|instructed in good behavior. But how 1008|Hath Divine service so adorned my limbs, 1008|Or how my mind hath deck'd them inexpressive, 1008|Ask no more: the wondrous means, whereby 1008|I have pursu'd with so much expense neither loss 1008|Nor harm to other, ======================================== SAMPLE 47760 ======================================== 1057|They tell me that God is a great poet. 1057|I wish it had been long ago! 1057|I saw God when a child, 1057|And when the trees and myriads 1057|Of summer bloomed and sang 1057|I still believed that He, 1057|From some far place and late 1057|Among the stars of the sky 1057|Above the blue of the sea, 1057|Was saying to all of them: 1057|"Come, my gardens, all to be seen 1057|This garden grows." 1057|I know that they believe this, 1057|For from my knee to my head, 1057|They have told me that God 1057|Pours into my heart his light 1057|Of beauty and his sweet grace; 1057|As when a bird is a child, 1057|And singing up into the sky, 1057|I feel the gardens grow 1057|I have known God and the angels 1057|When I was a boy! 1057|And when the time was come 1057|For me to put on the robe 1057|Of flesh that I was born to, 1057|I prayed about the matter: 1057|"Thou ever art--who-may-not-be-named-- 1057|Who, I know, art greater than they-- 1057|"And who the greater than I am 1057|Is greater than I know!" 1057|And when that question came 1057|I did not believe it then, 1057|Or till the day that now 1057|Stands there upon my lips to-day: 1057|That the greater than I am 1057|Is greater than my knowing. 1057|My sister dear, when I am grown up 1057|The earth will be more beautiful than it is now; 1057|And all my spirit will soar with the wings of a dove, 1057|And I'll walk among the hills in the purple of morn, 1057|And the songs of the birds will come to me in the rain. 1057|She will be the flower of my life, beloved and true, 1057|And I'll walk among the hills in the purple of morn 1057|And the songs of the birds will come to me in the rain; 1057|While the wind sits whispering by the yellowing trees, 1057|And the sun rests in the west, where his course is done: 1057|A song on the river will drift from that sighing dell, 1057|And the song on the hill will reach to the desolate plain, 1057|And the song in the town will reach to me alone. 1057|What will you have for a birthday present to that day, 1057|Love that never is forgotten? I'll take my bow, 1057|And shoot that happy bird into the water one day, 1057|Or shoot that feathery dream and make it a reef, 1057|And bring a bonny boat to merry Roger's bay. 1057|Or I'll draw sail on the river for merry Roger's shore, 1057|And Roger the Brave to merry Roger will go, 1057|And bring a box of china with the other a sing. 1057|O happy and joyous days will come to me now 1057|When that happy and joyous day shall make men gay, 1057|When each man shall have a bride and all the boys 1057|Shall have their kisses, and our hearts will sing in the spring, 1057|When we shall play with rainbows and climb to the heaven high; 1057|For though I am tired and have slept long, 1057|The sky must be fair to-day. 1057|The sky must be fair to-day, 1057|The sky must be fair to-day, 1057|For all the stars are shining bright, 1057|And all the little birds are singing 1057|'Neath the silver moon. 1057|The sky must be fair to-day, 1057|The sky must be fair to-day, 1057|And that happy bird on the tree-top 1057|Is singing for ever and ever, 1057|And that feathery dream will rise up 1057|As the spring comes round. 1057|The sky must be fair to-day, 1057|The sky must be fair to-day 1057|To welcome little children ======================================== SAMPLE 47770 ======================================== 20|Then, when these seen were, they set to work, 20|To make the Sun, as now, fall from hence 20|In the other Pole. For how to shun 20|That fearful flight, which by the law of ev'ry Stream 20|Conveys the dreadful sign? And who can know 20|If from the eve, till set of sun, the Earth 20|Hath bore no varying Spring, as varying Spring 20|Maketh now of fruitage fair and plentiful? 20|For manifold are Earths diverse employ 20|Of varying uses, and by Earths 20|Occasion leads diverse growths. Yet more strange 20|VVare believed: for they, in primrose kind 20|Were more euable than man, to change 20|Nature in various marts, in various bowers. 20|Whereto ADAM answerd milde MELIIMH: 20|O Son of EVE, and what thou wouldst have me say 20|VVhich I should prefer thee over all things rare, 20|Or any beast, or bird, or fish, or fowl, 20|Or fowle, or heifers, that in Earth or Sea 20|Employ life, or in thir Oceans glide; 20|Or swim, or walk, or water wander free, 20|Or swim immerst in liquid pureness for joy, 20|Or swim immerst in liquid pureness for grief: 20|Or whatso thing living moveth with delight, 20|Or swims or walks, thy answer is vndoon, 20|VVith reasons why. To whom our general Sire. 20|EVELYN, now risen from the beavig sea. 20|These reasons overpast, and seen to live, 20|Thou sayst that Earth is smooth and pure, which punisheth 20|Motion, and not because she is full of seed, 20|But for endow’d by God, as well as for nature, 20|More dignified, more beautifull, more lovely, 20|Than thou sayst, and more adorned, as thou seest 20|No plant more glorious than fowls or shepheards 20|Mid-breasted: Now thou sayest Earth is smooth, 20|And more accurst, more pure, more lovely then 20|Plants growing in sod and grass, or creeping, 20|Plants of greatest gladness, more in number sweet 20|Then herbs, fairest, more commendable to see 20|In Him, who fashioned them: VVater, sayst thou, 20|And why sayst thou that grace most delectable, 20|Which else seems so to displease thee, be pleased 20|To tell of Gods pleasure, plants, herbs and fowls 20|And fishes, which thou seest to live most fair, 20|And planted on the Earth: sweet are these to Him, 20|Most glorious, most commended; these have power 20|Worshipfull effects on hearts, that reverence 20|God, and with goodly thoughts to fill the face; 20|And these serve men this day oblations to bring 20|To God his Throne: some to the high Gods have walkd 20|In Sand and Rain, and some on Earth have wended 20|In Tropics Rumania, and some in Snow 20|Valthi’s dominions, and of gentle Winds 20|Had Marmorbras borne, and Fissicaria, 20|And the Boreas flying; none in these receaue 20|VVhich Tree profusely shedd’d unrooted fruit, 20|Nor Plant profusely growing, nor the ground 20|Riseparse with Plantable goodliness. 20|Now tell me, my dear Eve, wilt thou now advance 20|As far as Parnassus, and on the Mount 20|Altar stand, and there perform thy rites, 20|Which is the faith of Christ, and solasane, 20|VVho purged of every filth, and set apart 20|For to abase the Temple, and perform 20|The holy rites there, vndisting all things there 20|Vnwhom Christ commanded to perform: for all, 20|Or rather none, who do the sacrifice 20|Sufficiently, perform the sacrifice.” 20|Thus ADAM answerd, and no less vnwilling 20|The Gods prec ======================================== SAMPLE 47780 ======================================== 1279|On the banks o' Ayr: 1279|In the dingle sae muir, 1279|The bonnie birken's bield, 1279|Wi' nae marring dint and dent. 1279|My dear William, weel now, William, weel now, 1279|Ye're no worse at hame than we were yesterday; 1279|Your face is paler, but nae scarlat't frown is in't; 1279|Thae days are o' smiles and not of graces: 1279|Nae mair will you curse or sue, 1279|Wha's bonnie is the north or the south; 1279|But gie yon blae hald to your shaverin'd shaver, 1279|And weal and weal are in't. 1279|My dear William, when yestreen I heard your lay, 1279|It seem'd to cheer, and it kindle the heart. 1279|Ye came frae the woodlands, like the woodlands did ye roam. 1279|And as ye cam, my Jeanie, I sat thee by; 1279|I gied thee a pair o'tended weaverhess, 1279|Wi' a' her raiment frae her back hangin on, 1279|And she murkier was than her. 1279|Ye cam to me, my Jeanie, for nane but thee 1279|I weel could blame, for what daur ye ken? 1279|But here's a point to consider, 1279|If ye beow should to Ayr, 1279|And by-and-by be seen 1279|Dame Bird her auld birdie; 1279|For thae o' my two wee birdie, 1279|Ae landlady and her two black-quo', 1279|And her two white deil did me bespeak, 1279|They aiblins should be met at Ayr. 1279|Tho' they spak nae daur, yet, mind you, 1279|Sic carts and wark they were na towering, 1279|And so I vow'd, 1279|For a' that they aiblins had on them, 1279|A' bein sae fine. 1279|Auld Sutherland, in my mind's retainin', 1279|Is as hersel' as ever southward glancin'; 1279|But, Sutherland, for that a dyie, 1279|I could not ken. 1279|Lang soul, aft tirl your hecht, and clatter, 1279|Ye're sic an ill day as ever day was, 1279|For your vassals all, 1279|Kilrudden's watter yet. 1279|Then, aft tirl your hecht, and clatter, 1279|There's but gude luck in your hecht. 1279|But, Sutherland, for a' that's past accoutin', 1279|I'll now gie a' my hecht to your Highland! 1279|For in a' your lawes I'm free to a', 1279|I've nae right to aught but your Highland. 1279|Then, aft tirl your hecht, and clatter, 1279|You're sic a ill day as ever day was, 1279|For your vassals all, 1279|Kilrudden's weel beat an ill shew, 1279|And, Sutherland, for a' that's past accoutin'. 1279|For I maun gang a whittle, 1279|To-morrow is Sunday, 1279|An' to Kilrudden's Watter, 1279|I will, an' to a' my watter, 1279|Nae fear I o' the cauld smell o't-- 1279|The cauldest o' sic horrors! 1279|For the cauldest o' sic horrors 1279|Will bring me my sixpins, 1279|An' my bow-kail, 1279|My gowd rings, 1279|That hae made me the man I am! 1279|Nae fear I o' th' cauld cauld smells, 1279|For the cauldest o' sic horrors, 1279|Nae fear I ======================================== SAMPLE 47790 ======================================== 2621|The moon is up, the night is done; 2621|The cock crows, the stars shine out, 2621|The grey dawn is breaking! 2621|The grey dawn breaks, the cock crows, 2621|The grey dawn is breaking! 2621|Under the grass the spider sits, 2621|And the fly dances in the daffodil-- 2621|I wish there were umbrella-lands 2621|To shield me from the rain! 2621|The cock crows, the stars shine out, 2621|The grey dawn is breaking! 2621|Who came up to us from the sky, 2621|With eyes of radiant light! 2621|To-night that star shines still to-night, 2621|I would pray,--but there is a thought 2621|Seems to attend my prayer: 2621|Some dark-eyed thought o' sorrow comes, 2621|And, from the sky, tears start to my eyes, 2621|Like the sun's good-bye to the earth. 2621|So let me keep, dear friend, these skies, 2621|That give a heaven to my days; 2621|And though the sky is all so blue, 2621|I cannot always be at rest, 2621|For sorrow comes with all its years. 2621|The snow lay soft on yonder flower, 2621|She sang to me, as only a queen 2621|May sing to a believing heart: 2621|"_Chauffeurs and steers in the North sea meet 2621|To-morrow-- 2621|When far northward the sun's last beam 2621|Shall sink in the dusk sea-sand. 2621|Steersman, captain, tell me what port 2621|To-night for rest thy weary heart will pray? 2621|"For life on the main is naught, 2621|And the sea is all dark everywhere: 2621|The stars are only shadows, dear, 2621|And shadows, when they're beautiful, 2621|Turn to glories in the sunshine. 2621|"So many shadows comes across the sea, 2621|The last is I myself; 2621|I will rest and dream of peace to-night 2621|Till the shadows vanisheth." 2621|The mist lay soft on yonder star, 2621|She sung to me as a bird may sing: 2621|"_Chauffeurs and steers are ready now, 2621|O heart of mine, 2621|The ship, though she be far, has yet to be 2621|On the sea, on the sea. 2621|"The steersman, the night, the wild sea-gull, 2621|They all return to me at last; 2621|No ship has rest on the waters since 2621|On the sea, on the sea. 2621|"When once the sail is on the morn it is fair,-- 2621|The morn when the sun goes down,-- 2621|Then comes a hope, then comes a grief, then comes a fear, 2621|Then comes a triumph for me! 2621|"Then come away to my heart, dear love, 2621|To its sweet home on the sea! 2621|I will dream of my love, dear love, and weep for aye: 2621|I will hope and fear, till I shall be no more,-- 2621|On the sea, on the sea. 2621|"And when to-night is past and I lie dead 2621|I will rest aye on my love's breast: 2621|The foam of my drink will be drink of thy love, 2621|Though a man be he that hath not thy lore. 2621|"If there be aught that my love can listen to, 2621|Thy lore and mine will be not half 2621|As dear as her lip with my drink of the green cherrywine 2621|Would make me! Come away, come away!" 2621|As she said this, a voice at her side cried out: 2621|"Behold, I have a child. 2621|She is fairer than thy fairest maid, 2621|And she is loved of thee." 2621|The sea cried loudly and long; 2621|But she answered not a word. 2621|When midnight came,--she was ======================================== SAMPLE 47800 ======================================== 9372|In the days before the plague! 9372|And a million deaths, the souls of men, 9372|In the days before the war. 9372|But the world is more than war, 9372|For when death has made a covenant 9372|With the heart, its life is free. 9372|And no thought ever hurt a heart, 9372|And no hope ever dimmed a dream, 9372|And no wrong done ever blackened 9372|The breast that had a sorrow-- 9372|And the hand of friend, no doubt, 9372|Had a right to feel a right! 9372|When the spirit of a nation, struggling through a world 9372|so full of strife and misery and fear, is stricken with sorrow 9372|and sorrow, and with bitterness, and dark despair, and with 9372|reclining on the hill his head upon the breast of a young 9372|lady, 9372|And a hundred nations rise out of the dark waves of blood 9372|in despair, 9372|And the sun sinks behind the cloud-masses, and the night darkens, 9372|And the light is veiled and the twilight dies in the distance, 9372|Then comes sorrow and grief and pain and darkness as the 9372|glorious dawn. 9372|But when peace and joy and hope 9372|Have left the darkness on the earth 9372|And the dawn with glories fills the skies, 9372|How soon the spirit finds its way 9372|Out of the night and the darkness deep 9372|To the wide light and the living air! 9372|And all that it has been and will be 9372|In darkness or sunshine it shall not fear 9372|In the dawn of Eden or the glad light of Heaven. 9372|For the old pain shall not be in vain, 9372|As the heart finds its way out of despair, 9372|And the old sorrow shall not be in vain, 9372|That cries and blasphemes in the light; 9372|For the old sin and old fault shall not flee 9372|As the soul, that blasphemes, is not fled 9372|In the darkness whence it came as a child, 9372|But it shall find a way to light the way, 9372|And hasten on to the light by the way of heaven. 9362|The sun goes down in the west; 9362|And night is young and fair; 9362|But I wonder if you remember 9362|The day we began? 9362|But you were all that we had, 9362|And more than we had brought; 9362|I remember--I remember.-- 9362|We went out one day. 9362|I was only a child, in sooth; 9362|And you were a sweetheart; 9362|And I was a careless fellow, 9362|And you a patient one! 9362|But we found the world apart, and played, and played, 9362|Until the time was come 9362|When we, one by one, forgot to live, 9362|And took our parting friends 9362|To the haunts of the brave-- 9362|Where the best and bravest meet; 9362|Where the best and bravest part 9362|With a hearty, glad nod, 9362|And their comrades-like--I mean 9362|Their true-love friends--come trooping in, 9362|And the game is up! 9362|The best and bravest meet 9362|Where the best and bravest meet, 9362|Where the best and bravest part 9362|With a hearty, glad nod; 9362|Where the best and bravest part 9362|With a kind, kind greet, 9362|And their true-love friends all stand 9362|Before the door and say 9362|Good-bye 9362|What is all your happy calling? 9362|What is all your joys to me? 9362|I shall find my joy in dying, 9362|And my joy in dying die with me, 9362|And my laughter die with me, 9362|And my love die with me. 9362|If I weep, think not I weep for you; 9362|I weep for myself, for things I know not of, 9362|And for dreams not born of mortal blood: 9362| ======================================== SAMPLE 47810 ======================================== 1419|The sea was greenly bright against my grey. 1419|You went to bed with your eyes closed, 1419|And I am sure you slept till morning star! 1419|And all you said to me, 1419|As I waited in the dark for you, 1419|Was, "Cannot keep you long!" 1419|But you, your head close to your breast, 1419|Came out to play when day was done. 1419|My little hand came down to find 1419|My little heart gone. 1419|In your dark eyes the stars look down 1419|Upon a night of tears! 1419|In your dark eyes, I cannot leave you; 1419|I would kiss the tears away. 1419|I could lie down and die, I swear, 1419|But cannot lay my head on yours. 1419|If you loved me, then I think you'd weep 1419|To see me weep like a child. 1419|I will lie down next to your heart, 1419|And the two of us shall be happy, I will! 1419|We will talk and listen till the night be still, 1419|And watch the stars through the dusk; 1419|Till the stars listen, and let us speak, 1419|And the night come down upon the earth 1419|To hide us in her hollow arms. 1419|If you loved me, then you would be angry 1419|Because I am so strange and fair. 1419|You would ask in a strange voice, and keep me still, 1419|And talk and talk among the trees. 1419|If you loved me, then the world would lose its heart 1419|In a single night to-night: 1419|I was fair and I knew that the world was good, 1419|And it was good that the world was fair. 1420|"Do you know, my dearest, if you have stayed 1420|so long in my house, do you know, 1420|Do you know, sweetheart, if you have come 1420|again to my house, do you think, 1420|Do you know, dearest, if you have stayed 1420|so long home with me, do you know 1420|If you are as fair as ever you showed?" 1420|"I do believe, dear heart, that you 1420|believe it yourself." "Yes, I believe it. 1420|I believe that you are better than we were, 1420|More beautiful and true than we could be." 1420|"I can but say that I loved you before, 1420|And it is the same with you to-night. 1420|The world cannot have another more fair 1420|Or true or beautiful sight to show us each day. 1420|The flowers are here like angels, and the dewy rose 1420|is more beautiful this year than any year before. 1420|The trees are here like saints, not far off, 1420|With their glad things in their hands. Is it beauty 1420|you have here, sweetheart? Are you happy with us?" 1420|"It is beautiful, love. All things are new and fair." 1420|"Yes, but we are old." "I do believe that you 1420|cannot love us, dearest, when you were young." 1420|"Is it possible, dearest, then to tell 1420|All the things that we were made for?" "Is it possible, 1420|sweetheart? We can tell each other all. 1420|What was made us we are made to do; 1420|Is it possible, dear, to forget 1420|All the days we lie in the grass, 1420|And only feel your presence, and your hands 1420|Be all day long to us, with tears? 1420|Yes, it is possible." 1420|"What was made us, dearest, do for you?" 1420|"I think it is, love, to be true, 1420|And not to let the world down here 1420|As some low thing made for pleasure." 1420|"But you were made for a purpose too, 1420|And one purpose is in being true." 1420|"Yes; it is a purpose, love. 1420|We were made, dear, to pray for God's love 1420| ======================================== SAMPLE 47820 ======================================== 34237|And this sweet woman she did go 34237|For to see a wedding, 34237|And for to be a bride: 34237|This is the girl that I did meet. 34237|Oh, I have been a bride before, 34237|And as a bride I will be. 34237|"If she but knew your name was John, 34237|How little marvelling she made, 34237|When she did hear it, John, 34237|That you were her husband's man!" 34237|John the tailor has set out 34237|For the country to-do no. 34237|To the best tailor in town, 34237|Saying, "I'll come back to you!" 34237|"Let's go to the tailor's hall, 34237|And he'll bring you the suit for you." 34237|"Now John, let me look at the collar;" 34237|Said John to the tailor's maid, 34237|"How will it look with the bells on?" 34237|John said, "It will be the same;" 34237|So John put on the collar. 34237|"Now John, let me pull the buttons; 34237|Now John, please look at the puffs;" 34237|Said John, "that will be the suit for you." 34237|"Now where will I find the puff stuff?" 34237|Says John, "At the tailor's door;" 34237|Said John, "I don't want puff stuff; 34237|Go and get me a dog-fowl egg." 34237|"Why didn't you tell me your trade?" 34237|John the tailor said, 34237|And the tailor answered, "Why?" 34237|And he took him by the hand. 34237|"I have a pretty lady here 34237|By the name of Jenny Ella, 34237|And her name is "Josie" Ella; 34237|She is fair and pretty and good; 34237|And I would be a tailor's man 34237|If I were my mother's doll. 34237|"Come and look at my doll." 34237|Away then the tailor went, 34237|And he found his Josie Ella, 34237|And he made her sit on a chair 34237|And he gave her a new red gown, 34237|And a chair beside her chair, 34237|With the backs sloping down to her 34237|And the corners in her chair. 34237|Then he spread white curtains o'er 34237|His doll's bed and was happy, 34237|But at last to himself he said, 34237|As he looked at the dressers, 34237|"I wish that I had a tailor!" 34237|For her clothes would all be out, 34237|And for all his goods he'd find 34237|No one to take them to. 34237|"I wish that I had a tailor!" 34237|So for a year and a day 34237|He did go to market, 34237|And he found that his goods were so 34237|For all his clothes were out. 34237|"I wish that I had a tailor!" 34237|Then for three long days and nights 34237|He pined in hope and thought 34237|That his clothes were all at home 34237|In his own dear doll's room. 34237|At last, with broken pan and mug, 34237|He took his troubles to the wall, 34237|And sat down in despair 34237|By the back-bench door, 34237|And he waited impatiently 34237|For the girl in Jenny Ella. 34237|Then she came through the brown door, 34237|With her nose to the candle flame, 34237|Her hair about her face, 34237|And her eyes down to her waist, 34237|All in her own good red gown-- 34237|And her cheeks like a rose. 34237|John was sad and very glad, 34237|For he was a tailor, 34237|And, therefore, he sat in a row, 34237|And he laughed with his neighbours. 34237|She is very fair and sweet, 34237|She is very young and young, 34237|Her eyes are very clear, 34237|For she's in Jenny Ella's red gown-- 34237| ======================================== SAMPLE 47830 ======================================== 22803|And the gods have had their own! This is thy fate, 22803|And yet we know the gods are fates to those who love them, 22803|Not men. And that is what these men know 22803|Who will not know them who would feel them near. 22803|Then, though he did but take their name, 22803|His life-long love would be more for them than it is: 22803|The good and the great shall not forget 22803|And forget him, and yet he was a man 22803|Whilst they shall yet remember him." 22803|"Yea," said the King, "and so thou wert mine own 22803|Soul, as all men say--my sister, now 22803|Thy wife." Then he made answer, "Nay, I know 22803|These men are gods, nor am I more or less 22803|To them, for none of them recall me nor I. 22803|But yet they say in heaven, by those to be, 22803|That I have been all of them and to them only, 22803|And now thou sayest, but I make a choice. 22803|"I loved no man, but only thee, for my sake. 22803|Thais, Mistress of the Seas, to thee I gave 22803|My soul when thou didst send me down the stair, 22803|To come among men. And now there's much to do 22803|And far to travel ere the light of life is past, 22803|To bring some message, or to catch any sign 22803|Of thee or thy kingdom. Thou hast made thy choice; 22803|Go, take thy kingdom and thyself thy wife, 22803|And I have much more to do; but since it grieves 22803|Me to be absent from thee, yet go thou forth 22803|And tell this tale to me--and thus my heart 22803|Is allomitted--if it grieve thee less, 22803|Then take this scroll, and I will follow thee, 22803|And go among men for my sister's sake." 22803|She took the scroll, and he began to tell 22803|His story, till his heart was hot with sorrow. 22803|But when she read the tale, and read it well, 22803|And she felt that it was true, she sighed sore 22803|And all the more her bosom beat her heart, 22803|And gave herself to him with many tears; 22803|And for a month she bore it, knowing well 22803|Her husband's case, and that he was absent, 22803|And all her life was a mystery unto her. 22803|For this month she went into the house 22803|And stood before the bed, and did not see 22803|His sleeping face; and when she touched the covers 22803|She saw him sleeping, as in pity she 22803|Did on him, and cried, "Sleep, awake! thou art 22803|My husband." He awoke and told his tale 22803|And answered: "Nay, not my fault, I know; 22803|But if I did not hear her pray like thee, 22803|The tale would never reach thee." 22803|"Nay, then, thou art my mother's son," 22803|She said, "and to my husband's pain a sister 22803|And my own dear father's dead, and I 22803|Am here my sister's widow to be!" 22803|She went her way, and he followed after; 22803|And once, a little while before the noon, 22803|There came a little housemaid, whom he knew, 22803|And told her that the stranger had gone off 22803|To seek his life-stuff. "And is he gone?" 22803|She asked, "and gone without the wonted sign 22803|Of going out?" He answered nothing; but she 22803|Fell upon her knees and to her knees did cry, 22803|"I will not leave thee, O, dead to-day. 22803|For in this hour of death it were to die!" 22803|Then in his grief he made his will, and said: 22803|"Wife, if this be so, I have but one 22803|Friend left me now, and it is gone. I leave 22803|Thy life indeed to pay thy funeral debt 22803| ======================================== SAMPLE 47840 ======================================== 1057|And of the world's end like a vision did she burn. 1057|All night I heard her sobbing in my ear, 1057|And she was the only sound to answer it, 1057|And it was moonlight that answered but faintly. 1057|And then at dawn her cry would cease and cease 1057|For all the stars were in their courses still. 1057|And then as to a bed of flowery green 1057|I hurried when I saw her eyes grow mild, 1057|Yet lo! that bed was mossed o'er with pairs 1057|Of tomkins pale with cold and red clay-eyes. 1057|Ah, God! but if one morn we found her there 1057|With still wet limbs, and drooping head, and yellow coat, 1057|How chilling are the glimmering eyes of Death, 1057|Who waits till earth and death have passed at last 1057|To come with Morning in a shroud of snow! 1057|So we shall find her never till we come 1057|To the last wandering stream whose path divides 1057|The waters from the river and divides 1057|The streams with no living stream between! 1057|We walk the shore of sorrow, sad and lone, 1057|With many a bitter thought of what was lost, 1057|And many a bitter tear that we must shed 1057|That we may weep again and, dying, say 1057|What was what was and was not and must be! 1057|Oh, be not proud of having loved the good, 1057|But be not proud of failing the ill too! 1057|For the heart of man is a broken thing, 1057|And the only thing that the best has done, 1057|And the last thing to do, is to go forth 1057|To the last lonely stream and never come back! 1057|For the stream is vast, and the world is vast, 1057|And all men walk and speak, and all worlds do; 1057|And all men dream, and none of them knows 1057|The heart that loved is a drunken heart! 1057|And the stream of life is a stone, and the stone is Love. 1057|And we do not weep, and we do not pray, 1057|For the stream is wide and the stone is strong: 1057|And Love is strong--we shall die of Love indeed! 1057|We walk the wildwood, lone and broken-hearted! 1057|The flowers are faded from the mead, 1057|And stars are fading out of sight, 1057|And all the sweet things we cherished gone, 1057|Have died with us in the day of war: 1057|And there is nothing left to hope for now 1057|But the one thing that still doth yearn: 1057|Only a lone white form against the dark 1057|That we must never see again! 1057|The wildwood is empty and bare, 1057|And all the dear things we cherished there 1057|Are wrapt in the night and gone forlorn; 1057|And we may walk the wildwood by ourselves 1057|But we cannot weep for the dear dead: 1057|For the heart of man is a broken thing, 1057|And Love is strong, and Death is chill! 1057|The summer sun is smiting an empty space 1057|That a little sea once had between 1057|The shore and the sea of the world that seems 1057|As far away from us, as if all were one 1057|That is lost, and all were at a distance made: 1057|And one wave flutters to and fro beneath 1057|Some one ship dragging its white-sailed craft 1057|Across the tide, and now one ship drags on, 1057|Now sinking and turning in with the pack 1057|Of waves that break upon it like a pall, 1057|And one ship's white sheet seems like the rest to be 1057|A dead black blot across the golden flood: 1057|And one little white bark goes out to fare 1057|A little further in the shifting gray, 1057|Where the wind never stirs and the waves never flow-- 1057|A ship drifting empty, desolate and bare. 1057|You will understand: on this side of the sea 1057|There never was ship afloat that could be called 1057|A general ======================================== SAMPLE 47850 ======================================== 5185|To its depths the billows rise and fall; 5185|Waves the broad-sea in its current wide, 5185|Drives the blue fish in its foamy flood; 5185|The red-fish swims in numbers to the sea, 5185|Takes his bait from the green stone of the sea, 5185|Hastens on in his net to the river's brink, 5185|Plunges lightly in, and swiftly fledges the shore. 5185|Wainamoinen, drawing nearer, speaks these words:- 5185|"Greetings, O fish-of-the-people, greetings, 5185|Greetings, ye wavelets of the blue-sea, 5185|May your waters flow benignly on; 5185|Greetings also to our good ship, O, 5185|May she bear abundant merchandise, 5185|May she bear as much as is needful, 5185|May she bear the mittens and moorings, 5185|May the hawser be abundant, abundant, 5185|May the oars be plenty, plenty, plenty, 5185|On the coasts of yours truly, mine, 5185|On the sandy coasts of yours, O, 5185|On the river-banks of yours, O, 5185|On the rocks of yours, O, be merry, 5185|Be saluting proudly evermore." 5185|Thus the river, light and stately, 5185|Drives onward on its current straightway, 5185|Stains the sun-illumined waters brightly, 5185|As it past Wainola's turbid waters, 5185|Raced among the living waters, 5185|Raced in front of Kullervo's battles. 5185|As the stream came nearer, nearer, 5185|Near the turbid streams of lava, 5185|Rose a shout, a clamour, and a clamour, 5185|From the depth of many waters, 5185|From the depths where once Kullervo battled, 5185|On the Osmo-field and presses. 5185|Thereupon young Wainamoinen, 5185|Went to listen to the clamour, 5185|Which resounded from the depth of turbid 5185|Waves of Kalevala, saith the story. 5185|Wainamoinen, old and steadfast, 5185|Searches long and deeply, long and deeply, 5185|Through the murky water, pondering, 5185|Roots among the turbid waters, 5185|Where the Osmo-fields and presses 5185|Grow amid the turbid waters, 5185|Where the Osmo-chips and Osmo-stones 5185|Gather in the turbid marshes. 5185|Long he searches, long he meditates, 5185|Here and there a piece of fabric, 5185|And a fragment of fabric ravels. 5185|In the water floats a sapling, 5185|Sings in air the youth in fish-town, 5185|Sings to Kullerwoinen praising it; 5185|But the fragment of fabric ravels, 5185|Rises not to a finished standard. 5185|Wainamoinen, skillful artist, 5185|Draws again the sapling's measure, 5185|Sings from an equal chord a measure 5185|That can just come to the musician, 5185|That surpasses the fragment's measures; 5185|Then the wondrous wonder thickening, 5185|Till the air is flooded entire, 5185|Rises from the turbid gulf of Kalevala, 5185|Floats through eight whirlpools, circling, 5185|Climbing through the eight whirling collars, 5185|Till it bounds within a bellows, 5185|Climbing through the bellows's mouths, 5185|Strains the creature to a snail, 5185|Stretches to an axe-blade gray. 5185|Wainamoinen, skillful artist, 5185|Thus addresses Einar, speaking: 5185|"Whither have the Bellows gone? Theirs 5185|Are the clouds, O smith, and distant skies; 5185|Go, O Bellows, in thy shreds the shreds, 5185|Cut the Bellows' shreds in ======================================== SAMPLE 47860 ======================================== 2819|Aye! an' we'll mak' it right 2819|By the blacker'd manse in the land o' the Sea! 2819|By 'yont the black tree on the lea, 2819|By the gray wild aik and sky, 2819|We 'll keep it yon, we'll keep it yon-- 2819|By 'yont the black tree on the lea. 2819|Aye, an' we'll mak' it right 2819|By the blacker'd manse in the land o' the Sea! 2819|It 'll be siller, it 'll be siller, 2819|We 'll take up the trade we 've left behind-- 2819|By 'yont the black lea, by 'yont the black lea, 2819|We 'll keep it yon, we 'll keep it yon. 2819|'T will be a wondrous sight, I trow, 2819|When yon'er the young men begin 2819|To build that bonny little town, 2819|With a road by the side an' a lan' for cover, 2819|Aye, an' we'll keep it yon, we'll keep it yon. 2819|There 'll be lights on the sign, and a sound o' joy 2819|When we bear the young men to their trudderin' tents, 2819|And they put out the lamps to 'ave them ready for use, 2819|And it 'll be quiet in the crowded streets, 2819|Till avin' a fire to 'ear the smoke-hazed flame 2819|From the street-lamps that glare in the drifted steam, 2819|The 'oldest woman in the land will be 2819|If a stranger should say she 's been a woman many years, 2819|And say when she 's dressed she 'll 'elp you the riddance; 2819|An' a stranger who will say he 'll put a lock on his hat 2819|In the manse of the young men will call 2819|"The old thing is built so long ago, and the young man is new." 2819|An' a stranger who will say that he 's good to a thief, 2819|Will say that his trousers are on by a pair of fresh blue eyes, 2819|And he 'll say that 'tis hard to get the new things to sell, 2819|But the old thing 'll be built new to every stranger 's meet. 2819|So, to keep the time, we 'll set up our clock 2819|Just as it was when it stood by the winder last spring; 2819|When you used to sit there and look at the new signs, 2819|When you used to wait for the boys--the boys that you knew! 2819|For they was a goodly company then, 2819|So many of them I recollect 2819|And always in good humor's spite, 2819|It was hard to be a man in the land 2819|When all the girls were women grown. 2819|An' some of 'em had been women in town, 2819|Some in the army, some as maids, 2819|But most were women who'd married men-- 2819|Oh, we 'd laugh if we could yet. 2819|But since they were not, it didn't matter much, 2819|For when they were out walking it seemed 2819|That we could hide them from all eyes as easily 2819|As stand there and watch the town grown old, 2819|In the town which they could not see. 2819|The town which was growing old with its children, 2819|Its people, and all who dwell here, 2819|And its way of life, but never grew old 2819|With a sight of people and eyes of children calling, 2819|And all grown up and all just at home; 2819|While the women who came to court them then, 2819|In the ways of joy and comfort, wore 2819|The smile of good humor on their lips 2819|With always a smile to smile around. 2819|An' we'd laugh had we but laughed in that way, 2819|We knew not what we had done or what we feared, 2819|But now we know what a time had been 2819|For ======================================== SAMPLE 47870 ======================================== 1567|My son and the child I have no son; what I have 1567|I give him; but I give him not in vain. 1567|"This is the night of the world's perfectness; the stars 1567|Look down on the great city of Babylon." 1567|She paused to murmur a word among the stars, 1567|Till one began to ring a low celestial tune: 1567|"And here is the sky of the great city." 1567|So it was that the great city was Babylon; 1567|The walls were built by Moses, the doors were built 1567|for Solomon, when the Hebrew women walked 1567|toward Babylon with their children in their arms. 1567|When the great gate was opened for Esther's feet, 1567|She paused to listen, and the door was opened 1567|for that great door-keeper, the God of their race. 1567|She stood by the door at the end of the porch 1567|at the dawn of history; and all the stars 1567|were laughing over the dawn of history. 1567|They brought the Hebrew women in, a bride and a bridegroom; 1567|they brought a son in the loom of his mother. 1567|And when the morning was not yet but light, and 1567|star-light, and the wind in the bowers of the flowers 1567|was a laugh, then the great door-keeper stepped forth, 1567|The door was opened; and they said to her: 1567|"Behold, what we have is no less lost than when 1567|Israel's sons on our holy hills were married." 1567|Ah, the little birds among the nightingales! 1567|They follow the light of life into the dark. 1567|I am a little child,--children are very rare 1567|--children are a plague on the garden-beds, 1567|But the little birds are a plague on all the earth,-- 1567|Their terror to Nature, to us their food,-- 1567|Now the light of life is all turned to blue. 1567|From all the world of living things and true 1567|You ask me a question: "Where do all my joys flee?" 1567|From the little bird and the child with his day; 1567|But I tell you, child, 'tis but I have not a word 1567|That my joys do flee as into the dark. 1567|"Do all my pleasures with the world change?" You know 1567|I could not answer unless I had been there: 1567|But the little birds and the little children too, 1567|What do they care for the world of living things, 1567|When they know what my joys do fainter grow? 1567|On the green-girdled hillside of the past 1567|There lies a garden full of golden flowers. 1567|Where the first river spreads to the day 1567|And the last flows away in the night, 1567|Garden, tree and flower, they take their birth, 1567|The first and last of creation's hours. 1567|And they smile in their own garden, where 1567|The first ripe sun on their gold and rose-washed rows 1567|Scatters his beams on their golden girdles, 1567|And where first live young birds in song and flight, 1567|And first ripe apples ripen in the sun; 1567|Where first golden bees that have made their nests 1567|On every twig and bush and leaf do drink 1567|Sweetest odours from the sweetness of the flowers-- 1567|And they know this--that the sun and moon 1567|Are but weak mirrors in the eyes of them 1567|Who wait in the golden darkness till the dawn. 1567|The garden is theirs, for they who tread 1567|The garden-paths of youth and love, 1567|Who are not afraid whom the sun doth kiss 1567|With pride or sorrow--they are theirs. 1567|They give them what their hands can never buy-- 1567|They are not afraid of what the earth cannot give. 1567|They give them joy, they seek with willing hands 1567|For what the world cannot give, and find. 1567|There lies the great heart of our earthly love-- 1567|There the fruit lies and the honey-drop. ======================================== SAMPLE 47880 ======================================== 22229|Like a young flower on the brink of Spring, 22229|Like a wild bird's twittering in his nest 22229|With its bosom bare and nestled close, 22229|When the heart of youth is full of bliss, 22229|When the heart is warmed with all the joy 22229|And strength of love of love, 22229|Like a golden river winding on 22229|A silver road in sunshine still, 22229|When the heart is filled with all the bliss 22229|And strength of love of love, 22229|Like a flower with summer youth 22229|In its heart from bud to leaf, 22229|When the soul of youth is like to swell 22229|To the bosom of a golden flower, 22229|When the heart of youth is full of bliss, 22229|And love has seized the soul of youth, 22229|Like a bird's small throat is bending low, 22229|And 'neath its throbbing voice is heard 22229|The heart's high rapture,-- 22229|All it said, with rapture,-- 22229|"What is love for?" 22229|And thus then my longing soul was won, 22229|And in the song of love I took 22229|The hand of love in mute surrender, 22229|For he was a great love's empress then, 22229|And I was nothing. 22229|"I knew him not, O friend! 22229|I knew him not, O beloved! 22229|I knew that he must meet 22229|His cruel death, my faithful friend. 22229|Had I then stayed? 22229|"O friend! a little while ago 22229|I prayed that he would come, 22229|For the sake of him I had lost, 22229|And to me taught me all. 22229|"As a flower on a river's brim, 22229|Or a song on the summer sea, 22229|Or the sigh of a lover's sigh, 22229|So let mine be. 22229|"I have watched o'er all my being 22229|In vain, from the night of pain, 22229|And I have lived and loved, and been 22229|A vessel on a river's surge, 22229|And I have thought, and I have dreamed, 22229|And never known despair." 22229|The sweetest and the dearest word: 22229|"O! what is love?" 22229|Though life be full of the brightest bloom, 22229|And pain the bitter tear, 22229|It doth contain and supply 22229|Thee and thy need in vain. 22229|O! where love, love is no more, 22229|It is but a shadow, methinks, 22229|To a man's heart, a darkness shed, 22229|Or a word or look! 22229|The fairest of thy kind, 22229|The sweetest and dearest word: 22229|"O! love was born in a flower", 22229|Is sweeter far to me 22229|Than is the accents of a tongue, 22229|Than is the music of the sea, 22229|Or a word or look. 22229|O! let us hope, be it known, 22229|Though the world is all a-wing, 22229|The angel that hath touched thy heart 22229|Will never hurt thee more; 22229|While we who see thee, see thee like-minded 22229|And will do all they can 22229|To help the poor, persecuted, 22229|The un-bought, the poor; 22229|O! we may miss the happy hours 22229|Of love's short summer days, 22229|But we love thee, and we ask no more 22229|Nor ask in vain; 22229|We too can do thy errands well,-- 22229|And do them nobly,-- 22229|The good and beautiful, and good and truth, 22229|And help to move the world, 22229|The good and honest, as we need them. 22229|There is a land, a land to be 22229|Where love and tenderness are part, 22229|Where home, all round, is but their home, 22229|The home of all their hearts and days; 22229|There, like the ocean's breast, the ======================================== SAMPLE 47890 ======================================== 27297|I had a dream of a little grey-haired man, 27297|All bent and bent in the sun, a little light. 27297|O that I were the little grey-haired man 27297|He asked of me. 27297|Then his eyes were the tears upon my face, 27297|And I saw the little grey-haired man lie dead. 27297|I was tired in the day; and, through the dark, 27297|I saw the young women come to bury poor 27297|Children in the dirt in the road. 27297|I was tired in the day. 27297|All my heart was tired 27297|Of her wail and of her tears. 27297|It was the old, old road, and a heavy load 27297|Lay heavy on me in these hot days of the year; 27297|And it was like a long, long year, and I had come 27297|So much through the long years of sorrow and wrong. 27297|It was the old, old road, and the dead were buried 27297|And I felt as if I had never known the sun 27297|In these same hot days. 27297|O I could not bear to go, 27297|I was heavy and weary; 27297|My heart beat fast in my breast, and the tears ran down 27297|In the cold ground, when I found the Children dead, 27297|And the little, little dead again. 27297|There's not a man can tell 27297|If when he grows up he shall be fair or lame; 27297|And there's not a heart can tell 27297|If when he grows up it will love him once again. 27297|It's all but buried, and never raised again 27297|To its ancient state: and the children must live 27297|In the lonely homes of the old road in the south, 27297|Of those little grey-haired men who will never come out 27297|To the open fields to cheer their new-born children's eyes 27297|Or tell them that their little gray-haired man is fine. 27297|O it's not dead, 27297|But the lonely road that keeps 27297|The little gray-haired man; 27297|But the weary road where the young men go 27297|To their childhood's rest. 27297|And that little, little grey-haired man-- 27297|Is he fine or sick? 27297|Can he speak of the little, little road 27297|That goes down to the sea? 27297|O how lonely the little, little road 27297|With the grey road to the sea! 27297|There wasn't any birds--or flowers--or birds--or flowers, 27297|But there was a pixie on my right who said, "Is he?"-- 27297|"He is!" cried a little black-eyed lad. 27297|It wasn't birds nor flowers 27297|Nor the little gray-haired men; 27297|It was a little little sweet-faced boy 27297|Who was playing so merrily. 27297|There wasn't any tears--nor any play 27297|And the little boy had fallen right dead. 27297|No more and so soon! 27297|A little gray-haired man 27297|Looked round at his kind fair city. 27297|"Is this a little town? 27297|Is it a little town?" 27297|Then a tear came to a little brown-eyed lad, 27297|And he asked, "Is this a town?" 27297|Then the little red-eyed boy 27297|Died at last with his tears. 27297|Yes, I'm ready to wander, 27297|Away from here to the end of time, 27297|Where the grasses will speak to me, 27297|And the sunset will look at me; 27297|Where the birds will smile at me, 27297|And the waves will tell me tales, 27297|The sky will be silent and high, 27297|The sun will rise in the sky, 27297|And all the water will sing at dawn, 27297|And the trees will make answer to my tread, 27297|And the wind will moan at daybreak. 27297|And the flowers in the grasses will be 27297|Like my dreams in the dawn and the dusk, 27297|And where the wind and the stars do rest, ======================================== SAMPLE 47900 ======================================== 38511|I saw a thousand thousand stars by night, 38511|And heard a thousand thousand musicians play; 38511|I saw a thousand thousand angels with wings, 38511|And saw an army of angels in a ring! 38511|I saw a thousand thousand mountains arise, 38511|And a thousand thousand clouds on the blue; 38511|The clouds, like a garment embroidered with stars, 38511|Hid each fleecy pinion underneath; 38511|But the mountain clouds with a thousand hands 38511|Gave a covering of sky for the flowers, 38511|And a sheltering for birds below, 38511|To nestle when the morn is born. 38511|I saw a thousand thousand leaves of spring 38511|In a hundred thousand clusters pressed, 38511|The clusters opening in the hands of God, 38511|Who blesses them as stars do His stars; 38511|And a thousand thousand butterflies 38511|Flaunted their wings and flew away, 38511|With a clanking, clanking of chains! 38511|I saw a thousand thousand angels on high 38511|With a shining threepennyth above them, 38511|With a tread as soft as silvery sound 38511|As if they held the song of melody; 38511|I saw a thousand thousand angels in a ring 38511|Sipping from th' eternal cup, 38511|And a thousand stars on the blue of heaven 38511|To pour their sunshine in my face! 38511|I saw a thousand thousand cups of gold, 38511|All dripping from their cups of silver, 38511|And the gold had a shining sheen 38511|As it danced about their pure white bottoms; 38511|And the silver had a sheen as fine 38511|As if it were the flower-leaves of the roses, 38511|And the cup was as pure as the silver wine; 38511|I saw a thousand thousand lilies white 38511|All shining in the crystal waters, 38511|And the lilies were overflowing each 38511|With a drop of pure white lilies' wine; 38511|I saw a thousand thousand angels with wings, 38511|All shining with the sun in their depths, 38511|That glistened as they darted from above 38511|Like silver caravans of pearl and gold, 38511|With an air as of their shining loom; 38511|I saw a thousand thousand angels in a ring 38511|And a thousand angels with wings in the air, 38511|And a thousand angels with shining sheen, 38511|With clouds to follow and angels to follow, 38511|And silver clouds from a hundred silvery hills! 38511|I saw a thousand thousand stars on a throne, 38511|And I heard a thousand thousand angels rave; 38511|And a thousand thousand angels with wings to their hills 38511|Hovered--hovered--with the sun on their face; 38511|And a thousand thousand angels with wings to their hills 38511|Sailed away through the air on their beads of light, 38511|And away like a windmill were moving their radiancies, 38511|As I watched them fly! 38511|Ah, what a thousand thousand years have gone by, 38511|Since at last I behold the golden radiancy! 38511|I am very old and in need of rest, 38511|Let me seek some cool recess from the mirth 38511|Of the world and of all, for I am tired! 38511|I am young and have come to the end of my road; 38511|Let me sleep, for I am weary and old! 38511|I have loved many ladies fair and wise, 38511|One loved me more than any, but I never sought her; 38511|I have made many cups of wine and wine-cup of gold, 38511|But never woman loved me more than I loved her! 38511|The night passes and the day is ending, 38511|What is it to me it seems to you? 38511|The night passes and when the day begins 38511|The day is ended too, I know. 38511|I wish that one of these times of yore, 38511|When the moon should set, and the clouds should flee, 38511|When the star should blaze on the heavens of blue, 38511|When the dawn of the day should break on him who sleeps-- ======================================== SAMPLE 47910 ======================================== 1365|But not the more 1365|For fear of what it might accomplish, 1365|Nor what its soul might be, or be at last. 1365|I am the shadow here of the one I am 1365|That wanders on the wold in the light of day; 1365|With its one light is mine all the day long, 1365|But with the setting of that one full-leaved star 1365|I am extinguished! 1365|I am the shadow that is lost in the night, 1365|Wandering desolate and lost in its mire; 1365|And when night is over me shall not shine 1365|One whiter for my sake than it has done 1365|Since it came crawling along in the darkness, 1365|With its one light upon it all the night long, 1365|And with the setting of that one full-leaved star, 1365|I am extinguished. 1365|I am the darkness and the dimeless night; 1365|I am the star-shadow in the heavens sunk 1365|By that one light which is all of me, all! 1365|To rise and go forth 1365|Shall not that heaven 1365|Present to thee in fairer array? 1365|Thou art my light forever, my star-shadow, 1365|Whose glory has been in the darkness, 1365|Whose light is deathless, and shall be in the light 1365|Even while I shall live! 1365|The day had grown to evening-waiting, 1365|When, on the terrace of the bridge 1365|Standing, in the midst of the crowd, 1365|The one who had been praying, the other, 1365|"Christ, help us now!" 1365|Was heard, as of a church in the air, 1365|"The bell to prayer!" 1365|And the crowd, beneath it descending, 1365|Cried, "O Christ, who art in heaven, 1365|Let Thy people be healed!" 1365|But the one standing in the bridge, 1365|With his eyes cast down, and lowered, 1365|Grew pale and bowed down his forehead, 1365|"Who has forgotten me?" 1365|The other cried: "God is good 1365|As He is good, or better, 1365|As good as he has been!" 1365|Said he: "If one man, who knows both these, 1365|Had never known both these, 1365|No doctor would cure all sin 1365|Nor any man!" 1365|In the silence that followed 1365|They listened,--the silence of faith; 1365|Not that the angel, coming, should speak, 1365|But that the man should hear. 1365|He said: "Thou and I went forth 1365|To the valley of the shadow; 1365|Not the shadow of error 1365|Leapt behind to hinder; 1365|The shadow of love that is over us 1365|Shrank to a bush before; 1365|So do the mountains of the Lord in the valley 1365|Come to a plain before, 1365|Being broken by the feet of error." 1365|He paused; and the other, with his hands folded 1365|And bowed, on the terrace threw down his head. 1365|And the clouds were parted; they seemed like crests 1365|Of the cliffs and valleys of Amathus 1365|In a sudden twilight; and the moon 1365|Streamed in the darkness over the bridge. 1365|"God is good!" said the one, and the other 1365|As if asleep, and his eyes grew dim, 1365|And the light was darkened in his face; 1365|"God is good!" he murmured, and the silence closed, 1365|And the night, like a cloud, gathered round. 1365|He laid his weary hand on the hand of the one, 1365|And a light from his vision was drawn 1365|Of the mountains of the living God behind, 1365|Folding each in each around his neck; 1365|And he looked above at that dome that was there, 1365|Bending above all things and them below, 1365|And he heard the angelic voices that were there, 1365|Calling, "Come, follow the light!" 1365| ======================================== SAMPLE 47920 ======================================== 8187|And with his hand the young man held, 8187|And looked it o'er and o'er thro' awe, 8187|Till he had lost his wits altogether 8187|With this strange tale of human guilt. 8187|I have heard of brave young hunters slain 8187|By wolves in forest-glades remote, 8187|While they are snoring by their side, 8187|The shepherd to his flock ascends; 8187|And many a tender shepherdess 8187|Hath grieved for him, with mournful eyes-- 8187|But to me this was most true, I own, 8187|Of him whose eyes have long been sealed, 8187|And only now come home to me. 8187|The shepherd went to meet the sun, 8187|Waking, in tones that told him naught; 8187|And when he saw his hour was gone, 8187|The last brief glance returned his way. 8187|He rode through forests where the leaves 8187|Were dripping down upon his head-- 8187|Alas! a wretched man is he 8187|Who hath the birds to fly so free. 8187|From tree to tree and wander on, 8187|Until some forest, leaf to leaf, 8187|O'er him hath spread its living tomb; 8187|His hands the leaves upon his face 8187|Then wipe, and still they wail their breath. 8187|But still he rides--as when to the 8187|Long-lost companion he could sing, 8187|On wings of song-lust such as sweep 8187|With lightest motion the wild air; 8187|And from each branch and shoot at last 8187|In gathering, wailing fills the sky. 8187|While, 'twixt the branch and branch, alas! 8187|The griefs all round grow even yet, 8187|That once he loved, have ever been 8187|His lot, and thus the song must shine. 8187|'Twas summertime, and from our cot 8187|The breezes stole away, 8187|Like young lovers parting from their dower 8187|In the happy month of May. 8187|The summer sun was shining hot 8187|Above the pleasant field, 8187|And from the wood, with the gayest blush, 8187|Flowers of his own came forth. 8187|The blue eyed lilies white, 8187|As flowers of that season can, 8187|Now blossomed all around 8187|By every wind that blows. 8187|The meadows were all green and gay 8187|With fresh-strewn meadows of grain, 8187|With russet, scarlet tips, 8187|And yellow tips of scarlet grain, 8187|And the broad, yellow grain-- 8187|'Twas like a fairy world of flowers, 8187|Floating round in the grass. 8187|A bird flew by on the wing, 8187|As fair as the sweetest flower; 8187|And I heard a sweet tune in his tone-- 8187|A song I never heard, 8187|But when he sang it I would have 8187|Of all things, been pleased to be 8187|A slave to his song-sparrow's art, 8187|And to have my heart thus light. 8187|But, dear, my heart was soon awaking, 8187|And, lo! I saw as I lay 8187|The lily that had made my cheek 8187|With its gay bloom the fairest hue, 8187|Had the heart of a slave. 8187|And as o'er the flowery mead 8187|Hovered the bird to and fro, 8187|The sunbeams, in many an throng, 8187|In a sudden flame line by line, 8187|In a flash began to play. 8187|And lo! as as he drew me by the hand, 8187|And led me to where the streamlet ran, 8187|Down from its natural bower, 8187|Up o'er rocks, up o'er rocks it ran! 8187|And here, where the sunlight, to my wondering view, 8187|Had caught them in its eager beam 8187|It seemed, as it fled, the earth 8187|Was trembling o'er it, ======================================== SAMPLE 47930 ======================================== 38520|"If I know any word or sound 38520|That should serve as surety here 38520|Of our parting, let it be told 38520|To him who bears the spear of love 38520|"That, flying thy lonely way 38520|Through star-circled isles and isles 38520|Where the cold sea-mists lie bare, 38520|I shall meet thee to that end." 38520|And then the queen began to pray-- 38520|"I had hoped to be forgiven, 38520|I had hoped it to be soon; 38520|But the bitter truth I have heard 38520|I must tell my lord and king, 38520|And pray them that they will show 38520|My knight to some safe house, 38520|Where he may stay one night away 38520|From the harm and trouble of thy reign." 38520|When she came to the gates again 38520|And the gates were open wide, 38520|Her daughter came in the pale moon's shine-- 38520|"Thou shalt meet with my fair ladye, 38520|At last, upon the lonely shore, 38520|With stern sorrow to work thy woe, 38520|And the cold world wait upon thy fate." 38520|She came and she walked across the beam, 38520|"Behold, and bless me with thy blessing." 38520|The light of the far moon's ray 38520|Smote through the night air, and made shine 38520|Thy happy heart with happiness, 38520|And the star-capped isles drew near: 38520|But a soft and fearful breath, 38520|As of strange men coming to greet thee-- 38520|Then a small maiden to thee made 38520|And kissed thy hand upon it. 38520|The last smile that fell from thine eye, 38520|Till the last sign of a parting sign 38520|Of parting light, as of parting day, 38520|Was the last smile that shone in the sky, 38520|For which thou wast not welcome home, 38520|For which the sun has not set. 38520|But the stars glittered in their places 38520|And the stars went out above thee, 38520|And the moon, beneath her silver robe, 38520|As though with music of angels born, 38520|Soothed the darkness of the sea. 38520|Though the land that was thy life and lord 38520|Hath been laid lower than the tide, 38520|Yet the heart of him that loved thee still 38520|Fulfils its part in the sea below; 38520|And the soul of him that loved thee, still 38520|Still is calling to him. 38520|She has called thee from her sea-woven home, 38520|And over and over thy spirit fell, 38520|For the spirit of the spirit of man 38520|In the soul of him is bound. 38520|And yet I think she came as a dear child 38520|Which is still sadder from the heart-rending 38520|breath 38520|Which the child's spirit bears; 38520|And I think in her spirit thou dost see 38520|That thou yet wouldst listen to a prayer 38520|That thy heart may find a rest, 38520|And then go back with sorrow to thy home, 38520|Because alone thou couldst not rest 38520|On the heart of an angel. 38520|The last smile that fell from thy happy eye, 38520|I never could have guessed 38520|Thy noble heart would so soon forsake thee, 38520|Thy memory so soon behold thyself 38520|A traveller on Death's road, 38520|Thou whose noble heart was the star 38520|That made thy happiness a child, 38520|Bound in the sea-fires of passion 38520|Like a flower of passion. 38520|Oh! I think thou wert lonely, 38520|When the spirit of the wind, 38520|That stirs the bosom of ocean, 38520|Died upon thy barren hearth, 38520|And the heart of the spirit of ocean 38520|Seized in its arms the life breath 38520|Which thou hadst left too long. 38520|O the longing, the longing, 38520|To wander the lonely sea, 38520| ======================================== SAMPLE 47940 ======================================== 3027|Trying to be in the end. 3027|In spite of us all, I know it's just better so; 3027|If I but knew it--I'd give my life for him. 3027|There's no one else like him! A miracle 3027|Of power in love, with every thing 3027|That's pure in his mind and face. 3027|(I am so glad that you are coming home. 3027|Good-night, Dear Heart; good-night, Sweetheart;-- 3027|The best farewell gift we ever can give.) 3027|I've seen you smile at dinner. 3027|Yes, I have; 3027|But not since you've seen me smile is my love for you, 3027|Now that it is high time. 3027|There's something in you I love; 3027|And that is your heart, though well I'd like to know it, 3027|I've let you choose your love. 3027|But this I know,-- 3027|You're far enough from me now 3027|To open out with one look 3027|That could put me out of pain. 3027|When we are grown to fifty, 3027|There won't be another like you--and you won't care! 3027|When I take a step away from the street 3027|The world is always wide enough for me; 3027|And it's a pleasure to stand on any street 3027|With feet in the street and feet to the sky. 3027|In the street I've found I have no place 3027|But where you stand, Dear Heart, by your window-sill; 3027|And I'm always ready 3027|To stop and tell you what is happening there-- 3027|To stop and tell you and just--stop--stop! stop. 3027|We are always waiting, Dear Heart; 3027|Always and ever and ever I'm overjoyed 3027|To see you. 3027|We are always waiting--I wonder why. 3027|You are the only friend I have in the world. 3027|I always was the best-liked, most admired, 3027|The one I have always come to meet, 3027|If I took a step beyond, dear Heart, 3027|It would make me a richer lover, the way that I. 3027|You must always say to me: 3027|"How glad do you feel, dear, 3027|That you are not like the world, 3027|Where you can only be yourself, 3027|And never think, Dear Heart, do think, think, think." 3027|In your face, Dear Heart, 3027|I never knew the word of pity, 3027|And you should have used it instead; 3027|But I always found it there, 3027|And you must teach us what to say 3027|If we want to be understood, 3027|And you'd better say it, Dear,--What? 3027|When you came to me 3027|And asked for me, 3027|You did not ask for help from me, 3027|Or say, Oh, I am your Dear; 3027|You said, I always know 3027|What you mean, 3027|And I never went about thinking, 3027|Or made it a habit to say, Oh, I do know! 3027|I am sure you did not say 3027|That to be what we mean, 3027|And to not say it, 3027|Is to be in the right--Dear, Oh, Oh, Oh! 3027|I can't get my head. 3027|I know that I would not have you know 3027|That I cannot see. 3027|I cannot tell you all. 3027|I know you'd never understand: 3027|I can't see-- 3027|What am I going to do?-- 3027|For you don't seem to care. 3027|I'm sure you haven't been made mad. 3027|But if the doctor thinks I am, 3027|God bless you! 3027|My little darling, why don't you come 3027|And spend some time with me, 3027|And if you don't, for one day more 3027|You'll learn to love me--as you do. 3027|My little darling ======================================== SAMPLE 47950 ======================================== 5186|On the waves my boat is resting, 5186|Rocking in my watery dwelling." 5186|Then the ancient Wainamoinen 5186|Made this answer to a fisherman 5186|From the fisherman's fishing boat: 5186|"There is neither man nor beast on 5186|Poppy-seed I count for gathering, 5186|Neither fish for plowing, sifting, choppers, 5186|Neither fishermen, skilers, wrestlers, 5186|Divert from their duties, lazy ones!" 5186|Wainamoinen, thus addressed another 5186|Cave-ins and stiegers filled with water, 5186|Gathered poppy-seed, numbered thirty, 5186|Plowed three acres, sowed three mulberries, 5186|Plowed three acres more, beside his boat; 5186|Then he sang as he was sowing: 5186|"Worth is the seed that I sown among 5186|The blossoms of the poppy-tree. 5186|In the fertile meadows grew the seed. 5186|In the swamp the fish grew up well-suited; 5186|In the marshes the mariners placed it; 5186|In the river the oats were rooted; 5186|In the river-melts the honey-bees made them; 5186|In the river-plover the thrushes built 'em; 5186|In the water-lily fairies unwished; 5186|Where the silk-worm builds his cells and lives, 5186|There is Iwi, maker of everything; 5186|In the dark-blue depths of Manala, 5186|In the blue seas of Tuoni found them; 5186|In the waters of Tuoni's deeps, 5186|In the waters of Manala's fallow, 5186|There the elves were sowing the poppy seeds, 5186|Plowing the ground-pea near the Great Bear, 5186|While the Bear was harvesting them; 5186|In the bear's urine grew the seeds. 5186|Wainamoinen, thus insistent, 5186|Thus addressed the father red-deer: 5186|"Fare thou well, thy journey's end displeased! 5186|Let not my presence here offend thee, 5186|Do not go and spoil our revelings! 5186|In the bear's barrel place thee best, 5186|In the black corroded pouch thou, too, 5186|Place the seeds within, the while, 5186|That the journey be not ruinous, 5186|Nor thine illness waste in idleness!" 5186|When the virgin saw her hero 5186|Had fulfilled his journey-task well, 5186|Quick he plunged into the deep-sea 5186|With his locks in tangled tangle, 5186|With his clothing all of copper; 5186|Sought for three long days, but could find none 5186|Wherewith to cover his head and shoulders, 5186|Where to hide his flowing robe of red. 5186|Finally, it soon became a hindrance 5186|To the hero from Wainola, 5186|Stolen the bearskin from his bosom, 5186|In his garments white and golden, 5186|In his father's purple couches, 5186|As a seat he filled with walrus-hide, 5186|With the skin of nine great icebergs, 5186|Filled with bones of whales and salmon, 5186|Then he gathered up the hempen-leggings 5186|In the Fish-net Taaviöle. 5186|Then the youthful bee, Ilmarinen, 5186|Hastened where the hempen-leggings hung, 5186|Hastened where the bearskin hung, 5186|Through the pathways of the forest, 5186|To a nest where many nests were hung; 5186|Quick the virgin-mother learns it, 5186|Knew the way to find the bearskin, 5186|How to free her from the hempen-leggings; 5186|Ducks her beak beneath the water, 5186|From the bearskin she unnet it, 5186|Quickly swoops upon the billows, 5186|With one mighty sweep she frees it, 5186|And the hempen-leggings in the water 5186|Toss and swirls up ======================================== SAMPLE 47960 ======================================== 2130|And the sun and rain and lightning meet; 2130|"Behold us thus upon our world, 2130|Our kingdom's in danger!" 2130|In every house I see 2130|A house divided. 2130|A son is born in every house, 2130|A daughter's in every father's heart, 2130|And they live in hope and fear and pain 2130|In all men's eyes. 2130|Oh! had ye never seen the thing 2130|The world will tell, 2130|The hour would come to break the yoke 2130|Of kings, and bid you wed; 2130|But for each bride in Atonement 2130|Woe was the child! 2130|A father walks his son about, 2130|And they are the one-half mated; 2130|No man can show he finds them ever; 2130|But every house is one-half mated. 2130|In every house I see 2130|A house divided. 2130|The son grows up and goes to war 2130|And dies, a soldier brave; 2130|But every house is one-half wed, 2130|As long as man can live. 2130|No man can show he ever saw, 2130|He only knows 2130|The house is one-half mated. 2130|There's never a man can show 2130|The day will come, 2130|Nor a storm-cloud gathering grieves 2130|Above the sea. 2130|But all that earth can see 2130|Shall be changed or changed no more; 2130|The man shall leave his dream 2130|The boy shall see. 2130|There's a man can show it to 2130|Us, the poor; 2130|Who see with an unbroached mind 2130|How life is a strife 2130|Between a heart that hurts 2130|And a head that breaks. 2130|For he is a speaker true. 2130|And he can sing 2130|A song of peace and love 2130|To their souls from his high place 2130|As from their feet. 2130|No man may tell 2130|What he hath seen and felt; 2130|In the end a word 2130|By man's side with himself 2130|Is the most. 2130|"And was God mad?" 2130|And was he then 2130|Laughing at the world, when it was mad, 2130|Or mad in his folly? 2130|I am a man of children's hearts whose sons 2130|Have hearts like ours, and souls like ours; 2130|And children's hearts are warm and quick 2130|And quick to brood on things. 2130|And children's souls are firm and small 2130|To wince at wrong, or fret at shame. 2130|No, no, a man must feel it all-- 2130|That wrong and shame are part of life. 2130|And some of us are strong and wise: 2130|A man of peace and love 2130|Is made a man of such a man. 2130|And who is fit for such a place? 2130|For peace, and love, and firm and small 2130|A man's fit for any work, 2130|And, being man, no less 2130|Than what he must excel, 2130|He can accomplish all. 2130|If he be gentle and mild, 2130|And have no sin to deal with; 2130|If he be worthy of the name-- 2130|God's peace, then he makes a man. 2130|If he be stern and stern in word, 2130|And has no sense enough to stir; 2130|If he be bold and bold in look, 2130|And would break down in angry mood; 2130|If his face be dark, his life is dark, 2130|His purpose dark and black. 2130|If he hath done a work abominable-- 2130|Have acted from passion or cowardice; 2130|Have done a thing of dolorous mien 2130|In which the people might turn again; 2130|Have done a thing of dolorous mien 2130|That made himself unacceptable; 2130|Have done a thing of dolorous mien ======================================== SAMPLE 47970 ======================================== 1568|Hath a right to feel that in its ancient lore 1568|One step beyond the visible mean 1568|A little gift and little life are found. 1568|There is as much of God within man's breast, 1568|Or in his eyes or heart, as dwelleth there 1568|One day of the love we dare not to beguile. 1568|The man of wisdom must be perfect-worthy, 1568|Or be nothing here, an outcast for his sake, 1568|And for his shame is God's accuser. 1568|The little gifts that life can give and take 1568|Are worth the loss and cost, 1568|And so, though we may lose them, must part 1568|From the great life of the wise: 1568|For, with our little gifts, our wisdom is 1568|But the world's world, where one may go and come 1568|To find and keep those. 1568|And if the little gifts we have be few, 1568|The cost of lost experience and dismay 1568|Must be compensated; 1568|And that is what we do, and not at all 1568|If not to gain, for which we came. 1568|"Why," quoth God, "these blind and sordid things?" 1568|I will reconcile 1568|Your souls to know the mysteries of God, 1568|That you may love me, and my children dear, 1568|And bear a race from which no part shall be blotted. 1568|But that to faith of old 1568|My seed, for all their years, 1568|Know not and love not; 1568|And so from that long race 1568|In the dark miasma 1568|The first-born of the race 1568|Know Him on whom I call 1568|And he shall save their souls 1568|As you know Him, that is why 1568|These things must be. 1568|For all the love that was and is and shall 1568|Be, in what will and will not be, 1568|Is not He, but they. 1568|When the first of all things that God makes 1568|Is that which hurts and sours us, 1568|The old, old curse 1568|Of man and woman 1568|The day that God makes, 1568|'Neath His own voice is the curse 1568|Of men and women. 1568|Then let us think of Love and Charity 1568|As God of Heaven now thinks of them. 1568|For God, in His own heart, 1568|Believes that the great secret 1568|Must be found in Love and Charity 1568|Or else not being. 1568|And they who have not found it so, 1568|Are as sinners, 1568|Who do not help their brothers, 1568|But draw a little closer 1568|To their own wretchedness and evil. 1568|For though they may believe 1568|That they are doing right, 1568|Yet, in doing like a tyrant 1568|God is making it sure 1568|They will do more evil: 1568|Their brothers will be worse, 1568|For the love and warmth which God gives 1568|Are only gifts of his own heart. 1568|And therefore it is, 1568|That he who can but see 1568|One poor, poor Christian 1568|Let him do for ever. 1568|For the sun shines and shines on earth, 1568|And the rain drops of the rain drop; 1568|But the sun looks in the glass of faith 1568|And sees all by himself alone. 1568|He sees by faith, not sight; 1568|And even though the light may fail, 1568|His eye knows how much so by, 1568|Knowing that no other is. 1568|He knows by faith, not sight; 1568|And even though the light may fail, 1568|His eye knows how much by by, 1568|Knowing that no other is. 1568|The sun is not God; 1568|The rain is not God's God, 1568|Because it has no soul in itself. 1568|It is an earthly thing; 1568|Because unminded and alone, 1568|He could not think to speak for it. 1568 ======================================== SAMPLE 47980 ======================================== 1358|The world of sense and sight 1358|And the things of life! 1358|The world of senses and things. 1358|The world of mind and soul, 1358|The World of Life! 1358|For the eyes of Nature 1358|The world is blue,-- 1358|The world of colors. 1358|The world of sounds,-- 1358|The World of Plenty. 1358|The world of thought,-- 1358|The world of flowers. 1358|The world of the Infinite. 1358|The world of the Now. 1358|The World and Nature have in common 1358|One thing in common;-- 1358|One thing in common, 1358|One thing in common, 1358|One thing in common. 1358|Oft have I walked with Nature in the fields, and heard her tell 1358|Of things that are, and things that seem. 1358|She has at her finger's tips a flower of which she makes, 1358|And with her finger she fills the bud and leaf with fragrance. 1358|Oft has she made of these a pill to keep the sense awake, 1358|For if we take them and throw them away, 1358|She will make new flowers, and will fill the air 1358|With the odour of these, till we forget 1358|Our daily duties, and make us free 1358|From all control of body or mind. 1358|Let us walk beside her in the fields, and in her hand 1358|Show the sweet odours she has made. 1358|The grass is full of blossom, the fresh earth is bare, 1358|The birds are gone to seek shelter from the sun, 1358|But the lovely face of Nature is undisturbed. 1358|She sits by the spring, and she reads her book of dreams 1358|Each in its place,--for she has a different look: 1358|The flowers unfold for her,--the birds go fluttering by,-- 1358|She lifts up her finger to ask if they be 1358|The kind which make boys laugh, and say they must be: 1358|She knows the sweetest book, and knows how to read. 1358|For she has studied the wild flowers and read their books. 1358|And she thinks that Nature and Science are one: 1358|Perhaps if Nature were not studying so, 1358|We boys should love Science more, but Nature more. 1358|I love the sun 1358|For his dear sake: 1358|I love the moon 1358|Because 1358|She smiles on me. 1358|I love the gold 1358|Because 1358|She gleams fair. 1358|When I see 1358|My starry maid 1358|Dote on me, 1358|She 1358|Is 1358|All gold. 1358|Thou art a Queen 1358|And I am a King 1358|By this fair ring, 1358|That I keep 1358|For my bridal gown, 1358|And my bride 1358|To wear. 1358|All in her white 1358|I can see 1358|The glory of her eye, 1358|And in her hand 1358|The charm of her smile; 1358|By that kiss 1358|She makes me 1358|God and king. 1358|Sometime, or other, 1358|I love thee, dear, not more 1358|Than those who love thee first. 1358|But when my love 1358|Is dead, 1358|No one shall know 1358|The sorrow that she grieved. 1358|Thou liest still and dreamest 1358|Of the days that were, and shall be, 1358|And thou wilt not wake. 1358|The grave doth not ward 1358|From thought or dream, 1358|Nor doth thy sleep vex; 1358|But thou wilt lie 1358|With the dead 1358|All night, 1358|And rest. 1358|What is this? 1358|The King of Spain 1358|Has sent his ambassadors here 1358|To beg us to release our King, 1358|And take his oath on all we swear 1358|To do his will. ======================================== SAMPLE 47990 ======================================== 30672|That, in his heart's but a dreaming, 30672|To him the dream-dew doth flow, 30672|And in his eye's a joy-dee-loo! 30672|There 's a bird in the apple-tree 30672|That is nigh as white as white, 30672|And it has a golden ring, 30672|And a golden ring, and a ring, 30672|For _this_ is the maiden's chime, 30672|And her chime for _this_ is chime, 30672|And for _this_ chime the ring-dove, 30672|"Hither from the west, my love; 30672|Hither from the west, my love! 30672|There is neither wind nor rain 30672|But will bring me sweetly yet, 30672|Though the winds that blow are cold: 30672|And the rain that falls on me 30672|Shall make me e'en more fair, 30672|Though the hail that falls on it 30672|Shall make it dimmer be." 30672|There 's neither man nor woman 30672|There 's neither friend nor stranger; 30672|But this is true, if true be borne, 30672|For there _is_ neither friend nor stranger 30672|But will bring me sweetly yet. 30672|There 's neither man nor woman 30672|There 's neither friend nor stranger; 30672|But this is true, if true be borne, 30672|For there _is_ neither friend nor stranger 30672|But will bring me sweetly yet. 30672|The morn is white, and the birds sing still, 30672|Like the birds whose song I still repeat; 30672|The sun is warm, and the land 's above 30672|With the brightness of its golden hues; 30672|And all things are glad in the green wood-- 30672|Friendship is the theme that all excel. 30672|There 's no thing on earth can be better, 30672|No thing can make more glad the earth; 30672|For the earth is kind, and the world is 30672|Kindly and true, and pure, and good, 30672|And the morn is so glad, I know not 30672|What more kind things will ever be. 30672|The earth is bound with a wondrous weave, 30672|And I know it, and all other men, 30672|For I 've known it and know it full well, 30672|All that I 've done and all that I say. 30672|All things are glad in the green wood, 30672|Friendship is the theme that all excel. 30672|There 's no thing on earth can be better, 30672|No thing can make more glad the earth; 30672|For the earth is fond, and the world is 30672|Kindly and true, and pure, and good, 30672|And the morn is so glad, I know not 30672|What more true things will ever be. 30672|There 's no sound in the world now but I 30672|Knelt all day before a lovely sound, 30672|And when it was a little louder, 30672|'Twas then I fell to sleep again, 30672|And felt my heart with gladness grow 30672|Joyful, and warm, and soft, and free, 30672|Till like some mighty sea, o'er the skies 30672|It burst with a rippling, deep swell, 30672|And bade the world rejoice, and the earth 30672|Arose with a wondrous grace, 30672|And life seemed bright and the earth was fair, 30672|And hearts were glad; 30672|There 's nothing here that 's not glad. 30672|The world must mourn this earthly woe. 30672|If all the earth were like this world, 30672|There 'd be no night too sad to share, 30672|There 'd be no need for tears to start, 30672|There 'd be no grief to make us weep, 30672|Nor sigh to grieve, 30672|Nor any sadness to dismay 30672|The breast that hath the most to bear 30672|This dark and sad career, 30672|And with such an agony to grope 30672|As makes thy heart ======================================== SAMPLE 48000 ======================================== 1365|I have been to the great festival, 1365|And I am very poor. 1365|O, great day of triumph and applause 1365|And the great festival! 1365|The little children, 1365|The gentle, happy children, 1365|Are all with me 1365|On splendid altars of gold, 1365|From the mountains high and cold. 1365|"O, I have been to the great festival!" 1365|So I have said. 1365|O, true day of joy and glory! 1365|Of the glory and the sun! 1365|"O, I have been to the great festival!" 1365|But I have been with the dead, 1365|I have seen, I have fought, 1365|And I will die for the glory 1365|Of the great festival! 1365|O, the brave little children, 1365|The gentle, happy children, 1365|Who are all with me, 1365|At the great festival! 1365|There was once a day, before man's birth, 1365|Ere instant life began to feel its pulse, 1365|Ere the first drops of a new-born baby's blood 1365|Stood round the opening of the eyelids bright; 1365|And in its first infantile tremble stood 1365|This little, dark-eyed creature, not its name, 1365|The little, dark-eyed one. 1365|One minute, all those bright spots were still and dim, 1365|And then the sun shot forth a single ray, 1365|And lit the tiny baby's infant eyes 1365|With a lustre of gold and of silver grey. 1365|And its little mouth beamed, as if some great joy 1365|It missed amidst the rest it might have known. 1365|And it gurgled and blushed, and laughed, and smiled, 1365|And then in a whisper spoke to the God: 1365|"I am a little sun, a little star, 1365|The Lord that made me. 1365|"I am a man's feeble rod; his shadows stand 1365|Like stones before me, and I follow them, 1365|The shadow of men." 1365|"Then thou art a living soul!" said she, 1365|O beautiful lady mine! 1365|My love was lighted by a single ray 1365|Out of a glory that is not of the skies!" 1365|My little sun shall never be larger 1365|Than small, dark shadows of men. 1365|"O beautiful lady mine, 1365|My very own heart's daughter! 1365|My little sun will never be larger 1365|Than a cloud or star of night!"-- 1365|"O, my sun, as thou art bright, 1365|I will shine too,"--I said, 1365|"And make thee mirror in my light, 1365|And all beside thee shine, 1365|So that all beside thee shalt be made 1365|As my sun. 1365|"And I will take a new image from my heart 1365|And lay it on thy rays. 1365|But they shall shine eternally, 1365|Till all men's lives shall be."-- 1365|"O beautiful lady mine, 1365|I know thee well!"--I cried, 1365|"I will make thee in my own likeness, 1365|And thou shall look upon it, 1365|And look upon it evermore, 1365|As thou art looking on my sun." 1365|"O my sun, I will take thee heart 1365|Nevermore forever; 1365|But thy rays shall never more entice 1365|An earthly creature, but I know, 1365|And the Lord knows, that thy image shall 1365|Be a crystal ball."-- 1365|"O lovely lady mine, 1365|I have no sun," she said, 1365|"And I go and seek for other suns, 1365|As others seek for stars; but this 1365|Is the most perfect sun, that ever beheld 1365|His beams in the land of Israel; 1365|The eyes of the LORD, beheld 1365|Never before and never since. 1365|"The LORD said to his babes, behold, 1365|Wh ======================================== SAMPLE 48010 ======================================== 9889|That I knew and loved till she died. 9889|There is a thing in all that I've heard 9889|I cannot forget till I've found 9889|A language for my grief and pain: 9889|For all the lovely things I knew 9889|I cannot now forget them all-- 9889|All--all--all--all-- 9889|All--all--all--all--alas, the sad 9889|I've dreamed of! 9889|I miss the simple things, you think, 9889|So much so long as we remember, 9889|And--to my bitter grief--I dream 9889|That my past life is remembered. 9889|But we've so many things to do; 9889|We need each other, and we can't 9889|Unlearn each other's words of scorn. 9889|I miss the simple things, so much, 9889|The things that love has brought me now, 9889|Though--God forgive me!--I sometimes 9889|Desire to make an awful pause 9889|Beside the simple things. 9889|I miss the simple things from you 9889|I missed from you when I came here-- 9889|(Though the same befell you, yes, 9889|And yet 'twas you I wanted here!) 9889|I miss the simple things, and yet 9889|You cannot understand. 9889|Your face seems fair, but this is all 9889|I see when I approach you--love, 9889|The love I had when I came here 9889|Is fairer still! 9889|We may not be alike, it seems to me, 9889|But still you seem to care a bit! 9889|You do not even know the way 9889|I loved a long, long while ago 9889|To kiss your hand, that is so blue, 9889|And catch your lips, and cling to them, 9889|And kiss them--till, God knows how-- 9889|Your heart has grown faint and cold 9889|For lack of kissing--and my hand 9889|Is weary--nay, unneighbors! 9889|You know no word of love I owe 9889|And yet--I see a look in your eyes 9889|That says: "Do you remember 9889|"When you gave me love so long ago, 9889|My heart was still a flutter-- 9889|My poor, unthinking soul 9889|Had never found the key to love! 9889|"My heart was never touched with string; 9889|My love was unappreciated, 9889|And I was loved, and loved--and loved! 9889|"If there were one more kiss for me, 9889|One sweet, perfect kiss,--you would not grieve-- 9889|'Twas given you--a gift beyond 9889|Your earthly reach would you not fill. 9889|"I think you love me--yes I do, 9889|I feel you love me--yes I do, 9889|And for that I thank you!-- 9889|Oh let me kiss your eyes with mine!" 9889|You are not like the other girls 9889|(They are merely the same as me), 9889|Who make the most of half the work 9889|That we are given--and then forget 9889|The one thing that we long for! 9889|You are the girl who would be queen, 9889|And so must be the girl I love, 9889|But--we are tired of waiting--no, 9889|Not she, not she is ready now! 9889|You hold the answer, and we need 9889|No pleading! It will do, I know, 9889|It will be true for this we know, 9889|It will be true for all we care; 9889|You will be ready for the truth, 9889|We shall get there, and you will be, 9889|And that--I fear me--will do you wrong 9889|(What, can the man forget things?) 9889|For the world may see this moment 9889|A way to hurt us, and it may be 9889|Right wrong to do, but wrong to say! 9889|Ah, when you have been lonely 9889|And lonely you would smile from your heart; ======================================== SAMPLE 48020 ======================================== 5185|Never was king so honored, 5185|Never any other hero, 5185|That has conquered over country, 5185|That has freed his enemies." 5185|To the Northland's minstrels noble, 5185|To the heroes rich in fame, 5185|Spake these words of magic import: 5185|"Ye sons of Vikings, listeners, 5185|Sing no more a falsehood-tale, 5185|Sing no lies nor evil tongues! 5185|Evil things and lies the lie-sisters, 5185|And the evil ones would fable; 5185|Sing while I enchant thee, Lee-ti! 5185|Bravely have ye conquered land and people; 5185|Evermore, the dragon-slayer, 5185|Dragon-slaying hero-slayer." 5185|Then at once all the minstrels fill 5185|With their magic voices wild, 5185|Blind with frenzy, frenzy-stung, 5185|Sing the lies and slander-lays; 5185|But the fearless Lemminkainen, 5185|Hears amid the magic ditties, 5185|Hears the lying of the evil ones, 5185|Sees them mock the truth and savors 5185|Well the tales of times foretold. 5185|In one ear, lies rippled waters, 5185|In the other ear, crystal islands, 5185|In each ear sings golden song-birds, 5185|In both ears, tap of nether scalding, 5185|Roar of seas as on ocean seas. 5185|Lee-ti comes beside her mother, 5185|On the neck of Suotikki, 5185|Takes the snow-shoes from her shoulders, 5185|Grinds at the metal in her hands. 5185|Then she spake as follows Likki: 5185|"Faithful mother, faithful mother, 5185|Do not sing upon the waters, 5185|Sing no lies at hero-mournings, 5185|On the waters, in the deep-sea; 5185|Not at hero-meetings, Lokei!" 5185|Fiercely growls the mighty sea-snake, 5185|Seeks again her dark caverns, 5185|Finds again her eyrie-palace, 5185|In the land of wrinkles and peach-trees, 5185|In the land of barrenness and sand-hills. 5185|Then she sings again, the magic, 5185|Sings her lies and thus replying: 5185|"Never, never, never, heroes, 5185|Do not rise in foam and foam-flowers, 5185|Not betimes upon the waters, 5185|Not the eve in falling waters, 5185|When the snows have melted somewhat." 5185|Straightway goes the lovely Likki, 5185|In her sledge she speeds away, 5185|Fleeing o'er the ocean billows, 5185|To the Leki-fountain looking, 5185|There she finds the water-mountings, 5185|There encounters many heroes, 5185|Hearing faint-voiced Likki-singers, 5185|Heard the song of Likki's singers: 5185|"Sing no more, Likki-sisters, 5185|Sing no more, Likki-glory-seekers, 5185|Sing no more, lissom-ladies, Likki." 5185|Thereupon the songsters quarrell, 5185|And begin again their strainings; 5185|From the sea regain their deep-sea rowing, 5185|From the waters return in better days. 5185|Likki now had left the sea-side, 5185|Had wandered many hours looking 5185|For her sunk-doll'd father's ghostlings, 5185|For the friends she left on Osmo, 5185|For the maids in Suomi-forests. 5185|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5185|Took the golden ring, the apple, 5185|In her fingers, slender and pebble; 5185|Laughed and sang among the woodlands, 5185|Sang herself to death within them, 5185|On the border of the pine- ======================================== SAMPLE 48030 ======================================== 2487|On one of those days, 2487|He met her on the street, 2487|And I watched him as he passed. 2487|The boy that's twenty-five 2487|Is often more than twice 2487|As old as I; 2487|He has so much to think of 2487|Every day, and so 2487|Has trouble with a man; 2487|I knew that he was wrong, 2487|But never knew 2487|How much he loved me. 2487|One afternoon 2487|I asked him why he sat 2487|So still, with serious air; 2487|He answered: "She looked 2487|A little curious, I know, 2487|And said she wished to talk with me, 2487|Before she went." 2487|Then suddenly--and well-- 2487|He started up and spoke 2487|In such unearthly tone 2487|I heard the words roll out, 2487|His speech, so like a tune, 2487|I knew they must be right. 2487|"My dear, you're a good girl!" 2487|I caught his hand: 2487|He never had told me yet 2487|That my dear one was a maid. 2487|"A good girl!" he said, 2487|And so we walked together down 2487|The crowded noisy street; 2487|He praised her eyes and fair hair, 2487|And kissed her cheek so white, 2487|As though his heart was beating 2487|To beat again for me. 2487|He was a good boy, indeed; 2487|The girl I loved was--him! 2487|Oh sweet and strange youth, 2487|Oh lone and lost thing, 2487|I cannot call thee mine!" 2487|And so she went away, 2487|By death's own will ordained, 2487|And, for one moment's space, 2487|I watched her passing go; 2487|I knew that the world's will 2487|Was carrying her hence-- 2487|That God had said her name 2487|If that dark wreath should evermore fall 2487|Around her head; 2487|That life must weave 2487|Its web of gloom 2487|Upon her desolate brow, 2487|And all earth's flowers must grow 2487|To wither and wear away-- 2487|Oh, death is a sad thing 2487|And love can never die!-- 2487|I heard the sad wail of a child 2487|On a stormy midnight; 2487|The wind was wild and cold, and the dark 2487|Ranging sea and land, 2487|Made the young child's mother wail aloud: 2487|The storm! the storm! the storm! 2487|It is hard, and it is lonely, 2487|When life begins 2487|To feel the heavy presence 2487|Of things that are not here, 2487|When the past lies too deep for remembering, 2487|And past hopes are past. 2487|The wind is wild and strange 2487|To him who is young; 2487|When he hears a voice call him away, 2487|And dreams life's gone. 2487|When love is born, he fears 2487|The voice for once; 2487|But there's sorrow always in the heart 2487|When love is born. 2487|He cannot be alone in the town 2487|For all night long, 2487|There are eyes, there are voices, that speak, 2487|And in his dreams 2487|He sees them standing by his lonely door; 2487|There are hands, and there are lips, and there are eyes... 2487|And they do not speak for ever. 2487|He cannot remember why they beckon, 2487|And he does not dare-- 2487|For they only seem to stay and wait 2487|To sound again in his mind's eye; 2487|He only seems to hear for ever, 2487|Until the vision closes: I have gone 2487|So far from the world of light and truth 2487|That I can hardly bear 2487|The old familiar sounds 2487|Where a word will make its impression like a ring; 2487|The old familiar sounds 2487|That a world ======================================== SAMPLE 48040 ======================================== 23480|His breast is like unto no berry, 23480|The cheek not blacker than an emmet, 23480|The brow no blackest stripe doth bear, 23480|The lips no teeth do gnaw at all, 23480|No bristling locks they wear, no beard 23480|Harmonious curve of hornétick hair, 23480|No lily-bud, no rose that fades 23480|Through all the crimson season, and the light 23480|Of all the lilies which all spring through. 23480|Therein they see the mighty sire, 23480|And lovely Anthea, all unasked. 23480|There they shall hear the ancient words: 23480|"Fool! fool! thou shalt not outlive me!" 23480|There they shall see the ancient deeds, 23480|And see the ancient riddle writ, 23480|And see the ancient legend rise, 23480|And hear from out the past the tale 23480|How, in the golden years of yore, 23480|The lovely Anthea was beguiled 23480|Of her long lover, ere he found 23480|But yesterday the fading shade, 23480|The last of maids, of all his sex. 23480|A virgin, she to her maids was true, 23480|But Anthea found that she was fair, 23480|And took a paltry ransom out, 23480|And called her as her betrothal sweet 23480|To make her faithful, though she swore 23480|Her lover far and near would know. 23480|I think her hair was braided there, 23480|Though he was near, yet did she stand 23480|So still that I had thought that her 23480|Had seen the face of some who know 23480|Her in the crowd, and all of whom 23480|Her sweet good looks might tell her nay. 23480|Or it might be for Anthea's sake, 23480|Of all that she had, a few crumbs 23480|Of her own marriage had she shorn, 23480|That she might be more ruddy-crested 23480|And worthy of the love that she 23480|Was told by her proud lover to be. 23480|A little spurt she had, but that 23480|Was lost in haste to hide his face 23480|From all the bridal party. 23480|Yet if she wanted at last a kiss, 23480|And he might have, and could have had it, 23480|That would be cause enough for pain 23480|And shame, because her lover's mind 23480|Made her desire it, when he saw 23480|Her soul was empty, empty as a tomb. 23480|Though all her heart was taken thus, 23480|Yet would she do it, though to none-- 23480|To none, save to him who waited still 23480|To kiss her cheek, and cheek, and cheek, 23480|And then make way for Anthea still. 23480|But, spite of all his love and lies, 23480|She knew that his heart was true, 23480|And was for Anthea still a part, 23480|And still made room, though all was gone. 23480|She had no other wish to show 23480|Than all the little black-eyed things, 23480|The little black-eyed things that made 23480|Little black-eyed bridal parties. 23480|And the old husband's word and will 23480|She thought and sought to keep in sight, 23480|That the great day would soon bring her 23480|To wed Anthea, and to die. 23480|But when at last it was done, and near 23480|The last of all their bridal pomp, 23480|How would Anthea's heart be pining 23480|To rise from Anthea's arms, her arms, 23480|And give some little child to live 23480|In those deep, sweet bridal days! 23480|How long they had been wed, and happy, 23480|How anxious, what a little wild, 23480|How happy the little darling, 23480|And what a sorrow of delight, 23480|When Anthea's kiss the little child 23480|Could reach and give and kiss again! 23480|'Tis time to go and leave old Chloris ======================================== SAMPLE 48050 ======================================== 2888|We are so much in our rights." 2888|Then came old John an' the rest, 2888|An' he knoo they were sore fatt, 2888|An' they'd just started to work 2888|The day before yesterday. 2888|An' the old man knoo he tumbled 2888|An' told on t' young lad; 2888|I do not know how the rest 2888|Was sent up to a second-class car, 2888|But he's on t' Mews to-day. 2888|An' we all were billeting 2888|In t' Wetherbie Wood-side, 2888|An' we dink we'd just walk 2888|An' go to t' ball-window. 2888|We'd only been to sup 2888|At Wetherbie Wood-side, 2888|To watch the game befall, 2888|Then come t' school-bells. 2888|An' the boys all turn'd pale 2888|At school-bells chime, 2888|An' the dancin's a-tilt 2888|At t' peep of mornin', 2888|But oh! we all found out 2888|When school was out. 2888|We'd just put in t' stable 2888|A little house aboon; 2888|An' they said, "The hay's here! 2888|Lett de son come wite t' barn." 2888|Then levellin' at a' sorts 2888|Lass could t'arrive at eath, 2888|An' levellin' at a' sorts 2888|Man from the moorland-barrel, 2888|An' an' at a' sorts 2888|Man from the moorland-sheer, 2888|An' levellin' at a' sorts 2888|Man from the moorlands-rush. 2888|There was but ae child in t' lot, 2888|T' lass in a' t' hay-pen; 2888|He was a child so young, 2888|He thought he'd never play. 2888|But we're back in a crowie 2888|At e'en to-morrow mornin', 2888|An' all t' lads shall be glad, 2888|An' all t' lasses be proud, 2888|When they see him home again. 2888|The lad's name was Jack Smith, 2888|He had some money too; 2888|He said, "My darling Molly, 2888|Now tell me what to do." 2888|The lass said, "You'll make me laugh, 2888|You'll dance for me for sport;" 2888|"I will if you please," was all 2888|The lad said, "Molly." 2888|The lad's name was Jack Smith, 2888|He got up in time; 2888|He danced for Jack a roundelay, 2888|Till he had danced his roundelay. 2888|When he heard his mammy's voice, 2888|His heart grew fatter. 2888|He danced for Molly's mammy 2888|Till she was laughing so. 2888|Then he turned at her side, 2888|Weel dressed in neatest buckskin, 2888|And then Molly's mammy 2888|Went in t' barn to meet him, 2888|And Jack danced till his toes 2888|Gave out. She danced for Jack 2888|Till he was shaking off his sin, 2888|And then he said, "Molly, 2888|I'll buy you beer, sweetheart." 2888|A good half of the country 2888|Might know me by my breeks, 2888|The right half might mind me 2888|As mind their own bairns. 2888|I dance a matadel, 2888|I dance a matadel, 2888|I dance them up and down me, 2888|To see me dance! 2888|The country thinks me a belle, 2888|The town thinks I'm the deuce, 2888|The little tailor in the town 2888|Cries, all the day, "Good girl"; 2888|The ======================================== SAMPLE 48060 ======================================== 1238|And the air so green! 1238|With its golden-tinkle 1238|And its lucent whisper; 1238|And the breeze that's stirring 1238|The tall trees overhead; 1238|And the rain that's raining 1238|Like a golden shower 1238|On the roofs and chimneys, 1238|And the street below in the dim green light; 1238|And as soft as a dream 1238|The sea rolls all about 1238|Like a dream of peace; 1238|And the stars are gazing 1238|To the peace of the deep; 1238|And the wind's low sighing 1238|Like a song of passion; 1238|And sweet a smile has birth 1238|When it dances on lips 1238|In the moonlight and shade 1238|And the wind is whispering 1238|With the faint leaves overhead; 1238|And the trees are bending 1238|With one mighty wave 1238|As the sea rocks the crags 1238|With a wave so strange to see; 1238|With its many-petaled glory; 1238|With its glory of white; 1238|And the sea-bird's singing, 1238|And the song of the sea in the skies; 1238|The sea-bird's singing so, 1238|With a love so deep and a soul so small; 1238|Its soul so small, 1238|With its deep thought, and thought that is pure as the sea. 1238|As the waves are, 1238|With their song in the wave; 1238|With their song in the sea; 1238|With their song in our souls that is light as a prayer; 1238|Its soul so light, 1238|With its love of the world and its love of God; 1238|Its love of the world, 1238|With its thoughts and their thoughts that are never idle, 1238|Answering the prayers 1238|That cry for their wisdom and light; 1238|The prayers that cry forever to the Sea. 1238|So we listen for the 1238|Tones of the sea 1238|Pleading for peace; 1238|And we see afar, as we walk in the dusk, 1238|Through the mist of tears, 1238|The piteous voice of the ocean, 1238|Calling and pleading for peace. 1238|As I walk the sea of life in the sun, 1238|And watch the stars go wandering about, 1238|The waves of all this earth are but the same, 1238|Crimson, as the sand of the sea of years. 1238|Now the waves of all this earth are but those same, 1238|With their shadows, but never their colour; 1238|There is the wild sea of being, full of strife, 1238|A great spirit, seeking our home beyond. 1238|But who is he whom the waves call mad 1238|For being and for life, 1238|Not knowing the heart of the sea's deep cry, 1238|The sea's long wordless cry, 1238|The deep, long, songless piteous whisper, 1238|Where the deep tears that follow after 1238|Are but the last, last of a lost long dream? 1238|In your voice, 1238|In your light, 1238|In your smile, 1238|In your glance, 1238|In your air, 1238|In the eyes 1238|The sun on the sky 1238|Sunk in the sea; 1238|The eyes that make 1238|A smile 1238|In the skies 1238|Of a day when hope was scorn, 1238|And the smile 1238|Which looks thro' a tear 1238|In the eyes 1238|Of a man whom the waves call mad 1238|For being and for life, 1238|Not knowing the soul of the sea's deep cry, 1238|The sea's long wordless cry, 1238|The deep, long, songless piteous whisper 1238|Where, in the heart of it or the eyes of it, 1238|It seems in the heavens more vast than the skies. 1238|The eyes that make 1238|A smile 1238|In the skies 1238|Of a man who the waves call mad 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 48070 ======================================== 1365|A little maid, as she was seated on his knees, 1365|Saw this great King, as he passed by, weeping, 1365|With his two hands on the ground and his face upturned 1365|Like a worm his eyes for his feet is hidden. 1365|And for he said: "Alas! my son, that was not 1365|The lad for whom I thought to take vengeance, 1365|And make a havoc of thy farm and possessions! 1365|Ah! I thought him a lad like thee and his mother, 1365|And not a spoil of thee from the farm of Aganippe. 1365|He was my youngest in years, and the man to my choice; 1365|But alas! too soon he was lost, for at Aganippe 1365|He was betrayed in his early manhood to Pohya, 1365|To the Tartar king, who, a wicked, evil lord, 1365|Whose cruelty I well remember; I know not what; 1365|And in the end his evil will perished for want of. 1365|But mine, I was young, and I, my mother seeing, 1365|Made her my constant and noblest attendant; 1365|Till the harvest-time came, when she in sorrow fell, 1365|From the seat upon the cliff, where she kept him so warmly, 1365|Gave him to me, and in the village house to lay 1365|Shelterless at her feet; for as an old thing is torn, 1365|And that which stands for aye stands to the last, so I 1365|Stood bare, a helpless child, before thee and before all; 1365|Then I said, O mother, come and keep me from harm." 1365|And she answered, "Not so; for since that time 1365|My love has fallen upon more powerful foes; 1365|A sweeter girl thou sawest never, a more beautiful; 1365|To the east the light of life was dying, and death, 1365|In all its awful grandeur, had seized him in love, 1365|And had made him a slave of some dark-browed tyrant. 1365|And I know now how fair his daughter was, how young, 1365|How good, how good in looks; and she was not a mean one, 1365|For my love fell upon her as he who gives to the poor 1365|Or any one else a little thing, but that I knew 1365|A deeper motive, and sought for my girl in vain, 1365|And thus to my sorrow fell; for she, that was dear, 1365|With her great grace of eyes and her good-looked young body, 1365|Were all of them made in another's image and mind, 1365|And it seemed as if my girl was mine at any time." 1365|And I said, "O my friend, that we are both of us grieved 1365|For our dear child, and we will pray with fervor and prayer, 1365|Lest our girl go, and never more come back again; 1365|Yet even while we pray, this thing comes to my mind, 1365|And the hope that drives me forward will not let us rest, 1365|Till we raise our girl from the dust, and to-morrow 1365|We shall come in her presence, and the joy of it all 1365|Shall make us even." 1365|Then I said, "O my friend, I myself alone, 1365|Who have lived the life which God has taught me, 1365|Would not put forth all my strength and attain a hope 1365|To change such evil." 1365|A while we stood 1365|Holding each other by the hand; I then began: 1365|"My own child, that is well! behold! what is so good 1365|To thee? Why have I not in other places 1365|Been worthy of our trust? for from my early youth, 1365|When I was still in the world, up to this hour, 1365|I have been happy, save when there came a doubt, 1365|A word of despair, and all the world is changed!" 1365|Then he said, "Well, I see, for the sun there is gold 1365|In the mountain, and silver in all the fields!" 1365|Then again I said ======================================== SAMPLE 48080 ======================================== 28796|There was a young man who was fond of a certain woman of high rank; 28796|The woman was very beautiful, and the young man, upon the whole, 28796|"Good bye and good-by to home, and old friends, friends of my youth, 28796|The young man had his horse placed upon a low seat, and the 28796|"I'll not go back to the village," she cried; "they'll tear you away 28796|They did not speak for a full minute; then they drew away in a 28796|"Goodbye, dear," she said; "may our coming soon be to greet in 28796|"I should like to see you," the young man said; "I'm glad you 28796|"Why must you hurry away when you may meet your dear ones in 28796|"If I should die to-morrow, would my wife and children follow me?" 28796|The old woman looked up at the door-way wall, and she found 28796|"My children?" said she; but the young man nodded. 28796|"How was it that you two were married, my girl? Did you only 28796|The young man leaned to the door-way wall with a rush and a 28796|A wild, sweet, tremulous cry 28796|Of joy rang from the old woman; then they saw the green 28796|gowned and white headed maidens in white, 28796|And the gay, golden-sleeved dressers, 28796|With their hats off on the door; 28796|And the young man put her arm to his shoulder, and leaned 28796|and looked at her. 28796|A moment more, and the tears 28796|Were in the white of her eyes again; 28796|But he turned away in silence, never to see 28796|one of the maids fairer than herself. 28796|They saw him return, and the wedding guests that day, 28796|Were gathered from all the village, and from many miles 28796|And the young man looked at the girl and thought: "She really is 28796|"He may have been a foolish fellow," he said, "but he could not 28796|I said, "I'll be ready to let you know" when he came to 28796|And I went into his room and looked up at his face. 28796|He looked at me and smiled, but he would not speak or look; 28796|I said, "Well--I will go and call on the cook, and I'll get 28796|And I made the trip with his help and not by myself; 28796|I found the place but could not go there myself. 28796|"The girl at the farm is one of his own daughter's, with a 28796|And I said, "He may be living in the country, at least, and 28796|"My mother is the maid in the brown dress," said the girl 28796|"He never asked me where I was going," I made up, "but I 28796|And I came back into the room when the mother came in, and she 28796|wish she had never taken me." 28796|There were tears in her eyes, but her heart beat fast. 28796|The old man looked down at her. 28796|"Oh, father," she cried, "I am so happy, and you do not mind; 28796|But I can not say that I ever can! It can not be so; 28796|"You will be well prepared for the wedding." 28796|And he spoke up straightway to his father like a brother; 28796|I cried, "Oh, father," and he said, "I am sure of it," 28796|As the two walked on together. 28796|It was not long after this that the mother brought the young girl 28796|And the mother said, "Dear sir, that's very well; let me think of 28796|"Yes," said the girl, "I will go back to the farm and tell the 28796|And the mother went away in the morning. 28796|On the whole, I should say that it is not the most pleasant thing to 28796|That the old man never did it; but I do not mind seeing it, 28796|And he is happy if I let him. 28796|And there they left her; but to think of her happiness and his, 28796|And to think of the long days and the cold, dark world, ======================================== SAMPLE 48090 ======================================== 615|Beseeching them not; and he with a smile 615|Made excuse; "To him, the messenger 615|Whose message I had received and read, 615|Was not another than the good old man; 615|Yet, by a strange coincidence it seems, 615|That I to him was here the day before: 615|So that his answer, had it any merit, 615|I, or the king, were sure to be the same. 615|"I have more care about my mail than all, 615|That was not yet attached by the head; 615|And, though I might believe myself assured, 615|And to my care be answer made all day, 615|Yet, being only in this place enclosed, 615|I am not always sure which way I go. 615|With every hour that doth succeed the day, 615|With every hour that passes, I am wise 615|To take some other chance, the which shall rate 615|More worth in life than fight or all in fight. 615|"The time shall come, when I, no more in fear 615|Of battle, wend forth my journey where I will: 615|So will I; but, to the southward, to a bird, 615|That calls without the window, and that beats, 615|Myself has fixed, for her own good and renown. 615|To-morrow I am there; to-morrow noon; 615|To-morrow night; but what I will not say. 615|"To-morrow night it shall be, whatever tide 615|Of human life shall thence proceed; and thence 615|Shall hither wend from me, which I ne'er have seen. 615|But, to-day, so far I come, as yet 'twere vain 615|To seek how far my journey has gone in vain. 615|In other guise, I judge, my journeyory 615|Will be the less in honor, and in fame, 615|Because by this my judgment I am sped 615|At once, as I have gone, from the first guide." 615|The valiant young Ferrau made reply: 615|"Since of the road from Spain you would not show, 615|Which doth the place now name of 'The Desert,' 615|And I to learn your name, who in the story 615|Have it of worthier deeming, take my rede 615|Before I hence depart, in all the list; 615|Nor will I say with thee, 'I, too, may say 615|More about a journey now to come.' 615|"I only will make answer, 'All beside, 615|Whereby I doubt, will serve the true opinion: 615|Nor can I say in what it is I do; 615|And will not, for the world may change our taste.' 615|"Nor less will do than will my errant head. 615|It hath me well, I find my worthiness. 615|'Thou hast by some great miracle art won, 615|So great through zeal and justice, and of grace, 615|That in so very short a time thou art 615|First in the world among all men, so fair.' 615|"I answer, thou wilt make thyself most plain; 615|Nor is the time to give the true discourse; 615|But rather with this worthy subject wait: 615|So thou in other case art better than I. 615|"So saying, within himself he would abide, 615|Nor of the world had need to venture more. 615|And other plan, which is to seek the realm 615|That hath its head in Syria to the sea, 615|In that fair island, had resolved, ere yet 615|He, in pursuit of this and that of men, 615|Had been a champion, as he truly meant. 615|"His purpose with this choice the king designed 615|When many days had pass'd: with him was nought 615|But that the knight should prove him worthy brought, 615|And, if so he pleased, be made a knight: 615|Or ever after, let himself be slain. 615|But he who deems himself now as a man 615|Deserves not from the rest to make his choice: 615|So shall be known to him the mighty grace! 615|"To him 'twas given the highest right in place 615|To issue, if he wished to bear the crown; 615|Nor in regard to lineage (he discerns 615|The trace of feud ======================================== SAMPLE 48100 ======================================== 1280|We are a small band, the best of us. 1280|There were no books, no pencils, nothing else 1280|On our college campus, the way of things 1280|Was quite primitive and not much given. 1280|And when I came here I was ill and weak. 1280|I had to learn and work with others in 1280|The book store, which is not much to you. 1280|But I was always careful that we had the 1280|Garden room and garden equipment, 1280|And were getting good results to this day. 1280|A very old couplet on the house and the library: 1280|H. I think you're right, the books are all gone. 1280|P. You say they are, but the children here 1280|Come later. But I know who owns the books-- 1280|And what I want is the old couplet back. 1280|And I'd give anything to find the books! 1280|I don't have the faintest idea how 1280|They are stored, but I must have them, anyhow. 1280|I must put them in some way of my memory. 1280|I'll search old volumes. 1280|Q. I hope you find them. 1280|P. You don't like it much. 1280|Q. All these years I have kept them. And what 1280|would you? 1280|P. It's a question. 1280|Well, I know. But this I know-- 1280|I have to take my hand in yours. 1280|I've gone so far to the very end of my powers 1280|That a thing like this is something to be proud of. 1280|And it gives me a little pleasure to think 1280|At all my friends are all like me. I think I am alone 1280|One of the few, but no more. 1280|AS I walked the streets on the city street, 1280|Stumbling in time to the sound of my tread, 1280|And the voices called to me, with their eyes 1280|Daring the world with a little defiance, 1280|I saw a man with a long beard-- 1280|With his long beard he was not so long 1280|As the woman,--her eyes were like a moor, 1280|And her hair was not so thin 1280|Or a little green; 1280|It was much in the mid-thirties, and she knew her 1280|And the years and the years 1280|To which she had grown 1280|Would be long with the children of this world of 1280|This life of my wandering 1280|To the places of the dead. 1280|But as I moved along there were strange things to me-- 1280|And I knew he was there. 1280|And she was his wife when he came as it was 1280|To her house at the end of the road 1280|In a robe of red and gold. 1280|And a long time behind him his wife lay 1280|With the children, while her house 1280|Stood in the city at the end of the road. 1280|Was he going to marry her? 1280|Then I went to the house at the end of the road, 1280|And saw her and her family all there: 1280|And the children of the man who came as it was, 1280|As it is still,-- 1280|To the houses of other men, and the 1280|Children of other men. 1280|And I said to her: 1280|"I will come down, you and all you have, 1280|In this very room, with you, 1280|But never a word. 1280|You are not as I am. 1280|And I thought that if you were weak and alone 1280|I had strength of heart 1280|And the strength of a mother, and no one came, 1280|Yet you're not." 1280|She said: 1280|"I am strong for all of us alike; 1280|But we are here together, and we know we 1280|Are not alone, or what is the harm 1280|If each of us come in strength 1280|And the strength of one who has suffered so 1280|And comes down with the rest? ======================================== SAMPLE 48110 ======================================== 38566|in the third century B.C. 38566|Tertullian (Epistles, Book VII): "There exists a kind of 38566|mortal motion of things which is due to the immobility of the 38566|unalterable constitution, without any change from that which 38566|is essential to existence." 38566|Heinapolis (Book XVIII of), vii.: "The mind is by [or is 38566|through his intellect as much abased, [as his] intellect is 38566|abandoned in the dust." This latter observation shows the 38566|incomprehensible of human life, and is, from the nature of the 38566|things, the fatal source from which they spring.] 38566|Eudoxus, Commentator on the Satires, Book X.: "Man is 38566|forever so disinhabited of his being, that his soul will not 38566|return, and this is due to his inability to know his own 38566|immediate real presence; upon which account it is that he cannot 38566|think or act." Cf. also, his Dialogue on Chance, Book VI. 38566|Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book X. 33: "It is in a body, as in a 38566|tree, that the mind can find its eternal home, according to 38566|Plutarch, Sat. Hist. v. l. 6: "Body does, in a great degree, 38566|remodel life after death."] 38566|In the time of the Sicilian master, it was the custom it 38566|became dark in the beginning to the night, as if the gods 38566|that they were not yet completely burnt up in the flame.] 38566|Cicero, Sat. i, 3: "To do evil and do good are but one, 38566|and in the other is the being great."] 38566|De Monarchia, Book V, ch. 17: "To think is to do."] 38566|Horace, Sat. xii. b13: "The mind in the mind' (nor is 38566|that the mind which does not come to the mind)."] 38566|Siburn's Tragedy of Eridanus, Book II. ch. 16: "The mind, 38566|which is the essence of being, comes to the good by 38566|the shadow."] 38566|"Thou, by very reason that thou seest nothing, dost see 38566|all thy errors, and by being thus is driven to see those 38566|things which thou dost deem so great which are but shadows 38566|fallen upon the shadow of things that are; for to the 38566|shadowy are their existence made, which are their 38566|existence made, which are their existence made. Thou 38566|knowest why the sun goes about the sky, because the 38566|shadowy shadow of a sun is the thing which makes the sun 38566|go about the sky."] 38566|"Now I see (and this is so), that the world's faith is base 38566|and that the hearts of philosophers are empty 38566|(for they deem not, and because they do not know, 38566|that, when men are ignorant, they do not know that 38566|what is not is not and what is not is)." 38566|Ovid on Melissus, Book XVI. 38566|From the poet's point of view, then, our ignorance was to him 38566|"Our knowledge now, so long as this one short season 38566|Endeavour to renew. But when the sun is setting upon 38566|the horizon, and the night of all our cares is over, 38566|Know then that our knowledge ends. The day of all the 38566|days that have been does not yet appear."] 38566|Horatian tragedy." 38566|Thus having said, he moved on to other poets--Eudoxus, 38566|Pausanias, Lucilius, and Lucilius Maximi--and 38566|introduced them to each other by quoting from each of them 38566|these three lines of poetry. These were in the fourth book 38566|of his Life or Vain Desire (Apuleius, the translator, having 38566|appeared to leave the rest of the matter in the hands of the 38566|spiritual court of Juvenal, who at the end of ======================================== SAMPLE 48120 ======================================== 2732|She thought her heart was dead: 2732|The little maids laughed so loud they broke the roof through; 2732|The old maid cried with a sigh, 2732|"No time to be merry." 2732|And as the days grew long 2732|Away the little maids flew, but stayed to console 2732|The little maid on her brother's death; 2732|For he could not be happy without 2732|The little maids. 2732|And that's the way that the little maids got together, 2732|For comfort and for guidance; 2732|And when the good and innocent day of rest 2732|Was over that was all the world for them. 2732|And while our old mother was sleeping, 2732|And he was not here, 2732|She could see the white birds among those leaves 2732|As they lay waiting 2732|The time for her bower, 2732|In the garden, all green and gay, 2732|Like children she found in her play, 2732|As sweet as a summer's day 2732|With blossoms on every tree. 2732|To the little one on her lap 2732|Which he took to his heart, 2732|And love he to her and a child, 2732|And he sang her a merry song. 2732|O, the little one was waiting there, 2732|Loving the sweet air, 2732|With a heart as brave as a warrior, 2732|And so brave it was good, 2732|That he was willing to smite the air-- 2732|But it was far from over-sweet. 2732|For it had a beautiful ring in it, 2732|A ring that she could see, 2732|That was pure as to heaven; and a voice 2732|When he cried that it was true. 2732|And she felt that he was her mother, 2732|And that she had made, 2732|For the sake of his children, so free 2732|In her mood and her choice, 2732|To send her the ring that she was told 2732|Could be so sweet and good, 2732|And the children had loved with all their might, 2732|And the mother would love them still. 2732|And they were merry, my darling, 2732|But the mother was sad, 2732|And the children cried, "What joy?" 2732|And then they all rose up and made a noise 2732|Like a crowd of a holiday. 2732|And down through the trees in the leafy bower, 2732|Up to the sweetheart tower; 2732|Where they stood laughing and laughing, 2732|And crying and crying and crying. 2732|It was just a little house with windows on each side, 2732|And here the little maid would live, a little maiden lone; 2732|But my sweet little friend was shy and timid to me 2732|And had a strange, strange way of looking all around. 2732|He never went at all, 2732|And he always went away; 2732|And here he stayed, and there he stayed, 2732|And that was strange--was he away? 2732|I was a child, and he was wise-- 2732|And I was a child, and never knew a lie; 2732|And that was how my mother came to me this day; 2732|For I am a child, and never know a care or a pain; 2732|And that is how, when I was young and he was wise, 2732|My mother brought me my father's heart and what he used to say; 2732|But--I am a child, and never know a sorrow or a sin; 2732|And that is how I met such a kind, kind welcome from him; 2732|And that is how, when I was young and he was wise, 2732|I met with him in this house of mine, this life of mine! 2732|And that is how I saw his very breath in his nostrils rise! 2732|And that is how, in the dim, misty light of morn, I saw 2732|The very spirit of him, alive to the last. 2732|When I am grown to man's estate 2732|I shall be old and very old, 2732|And look what things may be done 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 48130 ======================================== 5185|Held the world in balance, 5185|Fellen at length unheeded, 5185|But the world is not our own. 5185|We must fall upon our knees, 5185|Help our tribe transform this evil-doing 5185|To the work of wisest wisdom." 5185|Straightway all the elders, 5185|All the young men of the Northland, 5185|Go and point their fingers upward, 5185|Saying words as follow: 5185|"Lo! Strong must strengthen must fail, 5185|Wise must fall and foolish follow; 5185|Hence there must be perpetual turmoil, 5185|Wavering-woe must ever follow, 5185|Wisest lost must foolish follow, 5185|There must be the fool lead wise men." 5185|When the words were completed, 5185|When the wisdom of the gods 5185|Was confessed by Lemminkainen, 5185|Then began the noble Ahti, 5185|He the very seed of truth-signs, 5185|In his heart the budding truth-pearls 5185|Planted and grew, and blossomed; 5185|'Twas the art of magic growing, 5185|Magic that grew from land-spaces. 5185|Lemminkainen, full of vigor, 5185|Throws aside his belt of polish, 5185|Throws aside his mail of copper, 5185|On the smooth skin of some warriors, 5185|On the grey stone of battle-fields. 5185|Magic thus transforms the warrior, 5185|Changes his spirit to the stone-bearer, 5185|To the metal of his labour. 5185|Magic thus transforms the hero; 5185|All his body is transformed also 5185|To the metal of his labour; 5185|But his bosom is not transformed, 5185|Nor is his right hand transformed also. 5185|Strangely then had Lemminkainen 5185|Seen the magic of his action, 5185|Saw the thunder of the hammer 5185|In the distance, round about him, 5185|In a depth, and on the mountains, 5185|In the distant, distant regions, 5185|But he did not understand it, 5185|Did not understand the circumstance 5185|Where the magic wrought in consequence. 5185|Then his mother questioned him, 5185|Spake these words of answer for him: 5185|"Know thou this, Lemminkainen, 5185|Never from this time to leave it, 5185|Ever from it to depart it, 5185|Till I send thee on thy pilgrimage 5185|To the Northland's Sariola, 5185|To the dismal Sariola, 5185|There to wreak the vengeance, 5185|Ruthless destruction of Pohyola." 5185|Spake the hero, Lemminkainen, 5185|These the words of Kaukomieli: 5185|"Does the law give me no cause for praying, 5185|Though the law gives me occasion praying, 5185|That the punishment for breaking it 5185|I should suffer therefore, yeshing, 5185|And the punishment for failing, nohing?" 5185|Answered then his mother answered, 5185|"Yes, old mother, gladly gives it! 5185|Makes the law and everything possible, 5185|Evens out the chips in all the fissures, 5185|Meets all the wishes of the wicked, 5185|With the wishes of the strong succeedeth." 5185|Lemminkainen's mother answered: 5185|"Wherefore then hast thou resolved me, 5185|To attain the high estate-entrance, 5185|Gained the greatest honor at the contest?" 5185|This the answer of the suitor: 5185|"We will give thee glory in thine affluence, 5185|We will give thee honor at the battle-fields, 5185|When thou goest seeking for good companions, 5185|For thy daughter, Pohyola's maiden, 5185|When thou comest seeking for a husband; 5185|We are willing hosts, and gladly welcome guests, 5185|To the feast of Lemminkainen's people, 5185| ======================================== SAMPLE 48140 ======================================== 3039|Of that which is or that may be. 3039|For no more, nor yet till all be done, 3039|Wilt thou my body, like this shell, 3039|Of a dead creature, ever hold? 3039|I die, I am not; my heart and brain 3039|Seal together, but my body's dead 3039|And in the grave my spirit lies. 3039|No, no, my blood and tears shall live and drink; 3039|My brain, my heart, my blood shall be thine, 3039|My brain itself, and heart, and blood; 3039|All my being shall be thine, as all 3039|Are yours from sea to border-land. 3039|Thou shalt be mine and I shall be thine, 3039|Filled with a spirit whose strong will shall be 3039|One with my being and my soul; 3039|I shall find peace and peace through thy peace, 3039|Thou shalt give me strength where thou wilt, 3039|I shall be free for love of thee; 3039|I shall love and be loved of thee. 3039|I shall live as heretofore for aye, 3039|And for thy sake, sweet soul and mine, 3039|My head shall be white with thy hair: 3039|No more I shall feel like a dove 3039|In the sunshine, and no more shall know 3039|Of the fountains that ran through my heart. 3039|What do I know of thy heart, love? 3039|It may be in some desert place 3039|Where no voice can tell of its rest, 3039|Where no grain of memory grows, 3039|Where no sound of thee follows the sun 3039|The sunset or the moon-beams throw, 3039|Or where all dreams and hopes of me 3039|Are no more to be heard or seen. 3039|And I sleep, and I watch as well 3039|As I sleep, but not in vain. 3039|The voice of love that cries to me, 3039|I heard long since, and all my breast 3039|Was troubled with strange doubts and cares, 3039|And some strange words there were I knew not, 3039|And I thought that he was gone from me, 3039|And that he was dead and was forsaken 3039|And yet he came, and he was not gone 3039|So like a life with all its brightness 3039|Will be the silence of the grave 3039|When the silent hours of meekness have ended, 3039|When the soul is silent when I breathe, 3039|And all the living things that I loved 3039|Hold communion with my thoughts and dreams, 3039|And every little word I write 3039|Has a deeper meaning in its deepening. 3039|The thought of death, and his return, 3039|And the glory of his soul-fullness, 3039|And the anguish of the last light on him, 3039|And the pain of death, and life renewed, 3039|But all the deep of it seemed as one 3039|That only to have him near me 3039|Could make me happy. Oh, the gladness 3039|Of it all, is as that of his kiss 3039|To watch its darkling splendour in me. 3039|I have watched it; and for all the gladness 3039|I have never known the thought of sin 3039|Or the last breath that slowly ebbs and runs 3039|Through the soft-curved lips, and the warm blood runs 3039|Among her silken folds, nor knows the pain 3039|Of shame or sin's slow descent into hell. 3039|There is a glory and an honour 3039|In all the deeds of earth. I, the light 3039|Of God for ever, only know it. 3039|Why should I doubt it, or suppose 3039|That God in his hand is playing 3039|Here in the valley, all alone with me, 3039|Playing in the deep blue sky, and saying, 3039|"Hear me, O son of mine, and hear me," 3039|As he plays by the waters? Let him 3039|And his gods be happy. I am content.' 3039|--And the light of all the earth was on. ======================================== SAMPLE 48150 ======================================== 1280|And they told of the old man. 1280|But the old man's face was white with amazement and he smiled 1280|as he sat up. 1280|So he had some thought in his brain,-- 1280|The old man,--what his meaning was. 1280|Then the old man told his speech, 1280|I would fain believe, 1280|But I cannot. But to know it all by heart 1280|Has made me mad: 1280|So I may not. 1280|The old man said: 1280|"I have a daughter. 1280|"The young man, you may be sure, 1280|Will be the one, 1280|Who grows up to become 1280|Father and mother of a whole brood. 1280|My life will be no more nor shall I have 1280|the power to keep in confidence as of old 1280|A part of her life, unless the young man 1280|For a second time 1280|Is true to her faith, 1280|And she is trusted, or I have no faith in 1280|any one alive. 1280|"These things have a meaning to her, 1280|Though she cannot tell you. 1280|We are both of us half mad. 1280|"The first time she answered my call to be 1280|a mother and mother of a brood-- 1280|That is all over. 1280|"Then I shall have the power, for it is yours 1280|for the rest. 1280|"If the young man be a liar, and be true 1280|to her, I shall not be a wife to him in life, 1280|but a mother to her. 1280|"The second time I shall not trust you. 1280|If the young man be a liar, and deceive 1280|you, we cannot stand by you, 1280|And so you shall lie in your grave 1280|"I have no children. I have no children. 1280|There are fifty children. 1280|"And I have grown so tired of waiting, 1280|That I will lie in my grave, 1280|And the young man is true? 1280|But I have no children for you. 1280|And you say nothing to me, 1280|I cannot help you, 1280|And I can't help you if I like. 1280|And the third time I have no children, 1280|I will go 1280|And I will not see you any more." 1280|The old man's arms tightened around the young man's neck. 1280|"Listen to me, O mother," he said. 1280|"You have two ways. 1280|"If you tell the truth to the young man and he lies to 1280|you, you can watch and take it. 1280|Or if you tell the lie to the young man who lies 1280|to you, you cannot stop him if he wants to go 1280|to America and marry. 1280|"He would follow you, through all his strength 1280|and all his life. 1280|And it's not over yet. 1280|"There are fifty children in the United States. 1280|You have one, only you can save them. 1280|But what if you tell the lie to the young man, 1280|and he lies to you, 1280|And you do nothing to protect them, 1280|"You can lie forever to save them, 1280|You can lie and do anything, 1280|You may not tell them my children never,-- 1280|And a hundred other children of yours, 1280|Your fifty children, or more, 1280|Will never know your kindness, 1280|But they will never hear the truth." 1280|This was the last time that the young man had spoken 1280|for some time. 1280|He was at last lost, and finding himself alone 1280|Upon the prairie of Tennessee, where he had 1280|lived two or three years, by reason of his death, 1280|with a wife, children, wife, and property. 1280|The wife had no knowledge of the young man's affairs, 1280|nor of the murder of her own child, for which he had 1280|been punished and made to pay, and he remembered 12 ======================================== SAMPLE 48160 ======================================== 8187|In vain. 8187|He'll give up all 8187|For the love of one 8187|Who is near, 8187|And who loves his 8187|Life so well! 8187|And he'll love us all, 8187|And we'll never 8187|Want for wealth. 8187|Who hath told her?-- 8187|Is he a 8187|Poor boy, 8187|Who cries, to others, 8187|"I'd rather 8187|Die than wed that maid?"-- 8187|Who hath answered?-- 8187|"Love me, 8187|"Not the maid, 8187|"Though he's the 8187|Youngest _there_, 8187|"I've tried 8187|"All the courtships I can, 8187|"But I would not-- 8187|"He who's too young 8187|"To love a man, 8187|"If, when he comes 8187|"To live with me, 8187|"He thinks he'll love me, 8187|"Shall he not kiss and cuddle 8187|"Me like a father? 8187|"Oh, it makes 8187|"My heart to break 8187|"To think, one day, 8187|"He'll think that I, 8187|"In my grave, 8187|"As my boy's, 8187|"Have sold for a dowry 8187|"The truest, sweetest, best-- 8187|"The one, who's more to blame-- 8187|"His sister! 8187|"And that young man 8187|"Who'll surely 8187|"To him as me 8187|"Be a child-star 8187|"That no one, 8187|"Should ever love!" 8187|When, all is told, 8187|It has been the fate 8187|Of my poor life, 8187|The worst of our two! 8187|When to each day 8187|It gives joy 8187|As of old, 8187|Then this truth, at least, we gather, 8187|'Twill be so, 8187|Before we fear 8187|This life-long sorrow! 8187|But oh, 8187|When you see 8187|There is gloom 8187|And trouble _there_, 8187|'Tis best, you may, 8187|Just to think hereof, 8187|For though you're young, 8187|You're _there_ too, my Love! 8187|"_The King of Norway is on his throne, 8187|"As glorious as a mountain-king, 8187|"With all the glory a mountain-king 8187|"E'er can boast of."--_Lamartine_. 8187|"The Queen of England is a woman, 8187|"While the Queen of Norway is a man-- 8187|"A mountain-king, though she's beautiful-- 8187|"A Queen of flowers--a mountain-king, 8187|"Yet she is much more beautiful, 8187|"And, oh! doting, much more crown-fain-- 8187|"She's a lady in miniature." 8187|"The Prince of Wales is a child-- 8187|"Tall, and of a delicate make-- 8187|"An honest, sweet, and innocent child, 8187|"Whose face is the best that we see. 8187|"The Queen of France is a child-- 8187|"But don't you forget her husband, brave? 8187|"The Prince of Wales is a man. 8187|"And his are the brightest eyes that we see, 8187|"So bright, you scarcely could say, 8187|"'Till the light dies away, in a moment, 8187|"And your heart was the light's reflection-- 8187|"The Princess, she's the child's--they're both the man's." 8187|Now listen to the Queen of France; 8187|She's the Lady of Roses, you see; 8187|And her father was the Lord of Roses, 8187|Long ere this sun was a-shine. 8187|"So," quoth she, "for one year, this May ======================================== SAMPLE 48170 ======================================== 2732|With a nice sweet young lady, who was a young lady. 2732|This young lady went by the name of Mrs. F. 2732|As these people knew all about her, and how to find her. 2732|At a house in Charing Cross, on the road between Stockport and 2732|At this young lady's back, she was sitting, sitting, 2732|Her hand had fallen upon her knee, not her back, 2732|So she had not been sitting half the day: 2732|Ochone-shaking Miss B. was taking out her shears, 2732|Picking up shavings on the farm, and saw this lady, 2732|And this was the sound of my song: 2732|"_'Tis not the height of my strength, 2732|But I can cut it like a chiel, 2732|And I can cut it with my hands._" 2732|(For the sake of clarity, you will excuse me, I pray, 2732|I speak of the "height" of my strength.) 2732|As the shavings fell upon the ground, 2732|This young lady said the words which follow: 2732|"What did you there? Why, give me back your shavings, Jack! 2732|What the devil! _Jack!_ what the devil! 2732|Did you not get any more shavings? 2732|Well, I don't exactly like them, but-- 2732|I mean--if you'd have given any more, 2732|In return I might give you back your shavings; 2732|But you give no more straight away, Jack. 2732|"Why, why, Jane! (for they both look in your face) 2732|Why give me back your shavings? 2732|I have nothing but shavings: they are old 2732|And they are dirty. (There are tears in your eyes, Jack; 2732|I was so mistaken about them, you know.) 2732|"They are old shavings, Jack! (and the tears come to my eyes) 2732|They are old as dirt, and they are dreary-- 2732|I wonder if they're happier in a jar." 2732|So I said these words: "They are your shavings, Jane!" 2732|And the tears rolled down my cheeks, and stayed there: 2732|But that's the reason I gave them to you. 2732|And the old shavings stayed--just as they are-- 2732|Just as they are--I said in my song. 2732|"And if I should put them in a jar 2732|And seal the lid? Wouldn't that be fun?" 2732|And the old shavings trembled in their place: 2732|But that's the reason I put them in a jar; 2732|Because it is fun to feel old shavings squirming. 2732|"I shall have to give them all to you, Jack; 2732|I shall have to give them all to you." 2732|And I gave but the first one you gave me-- 2732|To you--the innocent first-offspring of you: 2732|But the second you gave me,--the dirty one-- 2732|I gave it to a devil, that I knew. 2732|"And this is the reason, Jack, why you have given 2732|Such dirty shavings to a fiend--why he has given 2732|His dirty shavings to a fiend--to you--to you! 2732|You will never think that, Jack, you know! 2732|(And the tears roll down my cheeks, and stay there.) 2732|"And now, dear Alice, we shall meet again, 2732|We will go no more a-wooing together; 2732|For we both have shaken hands with sin, 2732|But it is fun to go our separate ways. 2732|But the first night we met, in Charing Cross, 2732|Jack, a little man, and I, a little lady, 2732|And you,--you and I--gone out to meet. 2732|'Twas the first bright sunny day of March. 2732|We had got the most wonderful bird, so rare, 2732|With a plume that was so bright and a back that was so gay 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 48180 ======================================== 1304|But the green wood grows not for the bee; 1304|Oh! for a green earth would not be seen; 1304|But for one plant on which the bee may rest, 1304|It would be fair in my green earth to be. 1304|I see him there, though he walks on air, 1304|Yet for all the flowers, and all the trees, 1304|He never steps to the green earth's feet, 1304|But circles her where he lives among. 1304|He never sits where she lives among, 1304|He will not breathe for her sighs to share, 1304|But to the heart of his green earth go. 1304|He will not press where she lives among, 1304|He never clipt where she lives among; 1304|The green earth will not give him breath. 1304|I saw him, on the earth, in his prime, 1304|My seed-bearing years were so young, 1304|I saw the leaves fall from the tree 1304|As they have from man; 1304|But the fruit of my flesh fell from God, 1304|And I saw the rain fall from man; 1304|I saw the seed fail from me, 1304|But the harvest is grown in me. 1304|I saw him, when the years were young, 1304|The seeds of earth my seed were born in, 1304|And I saw the fruit fall from the vine 1304|As it has grown in the vine-land ever; 1304|I saw him fall and be destroyed; 1304|But I saw He bring me to birth, 1304|To bring me to light in the morning, 1304|To fold my tears in His showers, 1304|In the sun and the showers of light. 1304|The nightingale, I heard, 1304|She found him; 1304|And she was heard 1304|Among the trees; 1304|Her song was like the night 1304|And the leaves; 1304|He seemed to be 1304|A God beside her 1304|And her lover beside her; 1304|The birds were so bold 1304|To sing; 1304|For the love of him 1304|That brought her 1304|To the field. 1304|There have been many a girl, and man, 1304|But never a girl, I I you say, 1304|With such a mien, and a manner so sweet. 1304|Pertitude! that word, I think, the worst 1304|Word that woman can without great shame say, 1304|Which may not be well said: for the sun 1304|Beams sometimes on her forehead, and sometimes 1304|Her eyes are always a little dim. 1304|But it was a word, and a word alone, 1304|And I said 'that,' and she smiled, and I thought 1304|That she was a young girl even then. 1304|So we went a walking; and I asked her then 1304|How she wished to be buried?--When she smiled, 1304|And I thought her a young girl once again. 1304|And when we had ended our walking--oh! it seemed 1304|As if she had been asleep for many a year-- 1304|I saw clouds of honey hung about her hair; 1304|But the word, and the word alone, and the honey, 1304|And neither was bitter, I thought, since we said 1304|We would not bury her; but with loving care 1304|(And I think I saw her, as I caught her eye!) 1304|I lifted her and carried her to the wall, 1304|And I buried her as an only child. 1304|I knew I was carrying a mighty load 1304|Of thoughts, and emotions, and feelings strange, 1304|And which, when put together, seemed to suggest 1304|A work of thought, or a plot of ground. 1304|But who can comprehend the whole I say? 1304|I turned it over in my mind's large eye-- 1304|My childlike child, with a heart for ever young-- 1304|My child in her mother's arms, and a sweet smile 1304|On her kind face, as I buried her down. 1304|I have been thinking often of the hour, 1304|Ere this child ======================================== SAMPLE 48190 ======================================== 35402|This hand should hold a golden cup; 35402|This hand should take one cup from out 35402|A silver cup with gold englued; 35402|This hand shall break the cup down, and draw 35402|A wafer bright and fragrant, and put 35402|A golden wax into the wafer. 35402|O golden wax! the wax shall be 35402|Of golden dust made ready here 35402|Before the golden day be done; 35402|And this golden wax shall be the light 35402|For face of woman, and the hair 35402|Of youth that no man else shall give, 35402|For man to live in, and again 35402|To live in life, if he but give. 35402|For such a life must die and fade 35402|In the dust where it was wont to lie; 35402|And so the life must die and die, 35402|And so with love and love's desire, 35402|And with such life-long desire. 35402|If any man should ask thee why 35402|Thy fingers have made that small gold coin, 35402|And why the wax shall have such tears 35402|Of gold, and wounds where gold should go, 35402|With hands all sharp and fastened fast, 35402|And wounds healed with gold to take. 35402|Ah, sweet, so small, and small the gold! 35402|And how it has all moved and moved 35402|In such a life to be of thee; 35402|And yet of thee and this the coin 35402|Shall come for offering, this the wax. 35402|Let one man go by the little heaps, 35402|To hold all out, and one by the lot, 35402|To see between them all where lies 35402|Whatever is or is not, 35402|Whatever be made or befall; 35402|So one may go by the little heaps, 35402|To lay on one, and one by lot, 35402|And see if the thing be the same, 35402|What will be said between the twain, 35402|What will be said of this sweet child. 35402|But this the thing which is for each: 35402|She shall have thee in her heart for ever. 35402|The love shall have her, love shall have her, 35402|Love's life shall be life to her; 35402|Her hair shall be as a fire above her, 35402|The hair of fire for her braid; 35402|The fire itself on her cheek-hollow, 35402|This one, and each, and nothing else. 35402|And so for one, and one for all, 35402|The fire shall be the fire of gold; 35402|And so for one for all for thee. 35402|For one for all shall break the lot, 35402|One thing for all shall be thy lot; 35402|For thee this thing shall be thy lot, 35402|Thy love, and gold for nothing more; 35402|For thee this thing and nothing more. 35402|The fire of gold for her shall be, 35402|And the fire of gold for thee; 35402|The fire shall be fire of love, 35402|The fire of love of love shall be. 35402|Love for thy sake all day long 35402|When thou didst stand by my side, 35402|And when my lips did speak to thee, 35402|And when I walked in thy sight; 35402|When all my world-long love was brought 35402|To the altar's fire and altar-bread, 35402|I turned from all thy light and air 35402|To bless thee with my blessing, and prayed; 35402|And then the fire which was thy light 35402|Rose up, and burned thee bright above; 35402|And then thy face with fire was burned, 35402|And ashes cast from thy departing, 35402|And fire and the ashes which were dust 35402|Stepped on my head, and I walked in dust. 35402|When the priest's blood went up at the top of my lips, 35402|The gold that was on my hands, 35402|The gold that was in my hair, 35402|Then rose the gold at thy feet. 35402|I have loved thee much and well, 35402|And if love ======================================== SAMPLE 48200 ======================================== I would be a soldier for a mother, 37649|And never be a soldier again. 37649|I would be a soldier for a sister, 37649|And never be a soldier again. 37649|I would be a soldier for a brother, 37649|And never be a soldier again. 37649|I would be for one, I would be for two, 37649|And never be for one again. 37649|For all the rest I never was a soldier, 37649|So I am for one, and two, and three. 37649|And I will never be a soldier again, 37649|So I am for one and two and three. 37649|O Death! O Death! with might of wings doth snatch 37649|And bear me to thy palace-gate. 37649|And I would fain return where all the rest rejoice, 37649|But through the gate I fear me none. 37649|O Death! O Death! there come to me my fears, 37649|And Death stands poised beside my bed. 37649|No other path unto me may e'er appear, 37649|Where all are living yet are dead. 37649|But my dead body, when they summon me here, 37649|I wear as wan as is the wain. 37649|O Death! O Death! Thou hast not left one ray 37649|Which gilds thine earthly palace-floor. 37649|And they are dead, and I am living yet, 37649|But all the rest are dead and gone. 37649|I would be a soldier for a mother, 37649|And never be a soldier again. 37649|Ye sons of men and women! whom the gloom 37649|Of the cold world hath borne so long away 37649|In the wild waste of the soul, when all is done, 37649|Behold! ye may not weep for him. He is not, 37649|Nor was, nor will be, nor ever can be, 37649|A thing of light or laughter or of tears, 37649|But one in whom the shadows die away, 37649|The shadow-born of the soul's undoing. 37649|His day is very far when the soul is dead, 37649|But at the close it shall return and be 37649|A gleam of the first green leaves of the spring, 37649|A ray from the first of sunny days, 37649|A smile from the first of glad weather. 37649|O sons of men and women! ye may lift 37649|In hopes to your destined height and sing 37649|Of the bright day that ye must wait for him, 37649|And he shall answer you at the close. 37649|O sons of men and women! ye may lift 37649|In hopes to your hearts' desire, and cry 37649|Upon his life, and he shall lift aloft, 37649|The day of your hope and your desire. 37649|Ye may not miss his hand in your embrace, 37649|And yet ye may not miss his kiss, I ween, 37649|As men may miss the sweet taste of some fruit 37649|Upon the lips that have closed awhile. 37649|O sons of men and women! ye may lift 37649|In hopes to your heads and dreams of the bright 37649|And glorious days to be--but what are these, 37649|Ye which have lost your youth's most holy light? 37649|For the sun shall go down on all your ways, 37649|And ye shall lie like ashes beneath 37649|The tread of men, and, like the dust ye were, 37649|Be slumbering ghosts of the dust ye were. 37649|O sons of men and women! ye may mourn 37649|As men by sisters widowed mourn, but he 37649|Shall stand in the noonday of your tears, 37649|As brightest of the day and light of all. 37649|Ye sons of men and women! ye may lean 37649|And answer to your thoughts as to a friend, 37649|But he shall answer you gladly in turn 37649|As your hand to the hand of a lover. 37649|Ye sons of men and women! ye may sigh 37649|In vain for tears, and he shall never weep 37649|As you have oft forgotten your friend. 37649|O sons of men and women! ye may pray 37649|To your ======================================== SAMPLE 48210 ======================================== 4253|"And so, dear Lady, what must I say to you? 4253|I know you cannot read;--you must write me 4253|Your choice and prayers that you may soothe my grief, 4253|And tell to all my father the story. 4253|Or perhaps he will forgive me; and then 4253|Yes, I'll pay you,--yes, I will! I'll pay you all. 4253|You see, dear Lady, my mother sent me 4253|To live with you, and all is now my father's! 4253|He knows 'tis wrong to keep a child in vain, 4253|Though he would do no more than kindly take; 4253|And well I know he has no love too mean 4253|For folks in sorrow; well, at least--I know-- 4253|He knows that there's need for kindness in them. 4253|In kindness may we always hope to find 4253|The poor who cannot understand us more: 4253|And now I do beseech you, Lady, choose 4253|Your father's life, and give your mother's end. 4253|As often, Lady, as your own poor heart 4253|Doth ask for food each day, to him you say, 4253|"I'm to be blest; he gave it me--let it 4253|Be blest." No, it is not: it must not be; 4253|And if you did not will it; and say, 4253|"Ah, me! the world should use its best endeavours to repay 4253|His kindness with its charity--I feel 4253|The pain now, as he did, ere I am blest 4253|Self-condemning; yet I shall be blest 4253|When he is rich, in plenty; yet I doubt 4253|Whether this can be, Lady, ere he knows." 4253|The world has its own way of life; and some 4253|Will never be glad-souled; and some will strive 4253|To take the most ungrateful remark amiss 4253|And laugh at it as merely foolish and vain. 4253|All life is the same. A little jest 4253|Can make the difference. 4253|"I will be a good child, or a good child will I." 4253|I say and I think. 4253|In this one season, of spring, 4253|One can find no rest with eyes upturned, 4253|Nor tongue in silence silent listening; 4253|A moment is all Speech and uses 4253|That any man can make of one sentence, but less 4253|Than all of all the songs of the world were made 4253|Ere time began. 4253|I feel for the earth, but not for myself, 4253|I can not do with what I cannot get; 4253|I cannot weep; but what I weep shall weep. 4253|The human heart, even when it can weep, 4253|Is cruel, is cold, and lives in vain 4253|It will not stir 4253|Till next year's spring-time shall be spent and past 4253|And every leaf of every tree be dead. 4253|One thing is sure, the end of all is well-- 4253|One only thing is sure of all: 4253|That we were made for joy, and to count the pain, 4253|For the end of all, is to know the end. 4253|But you know the end of life is not this, 4253|And all is not pain, Lord! 4253|Here are a hundred joys as pleasant in the past 4253|As any in the past-- 4253|Here is a song again, a joy that was gone 4253|Ere you were born: 4253|And so the world goes grieving, and you have not come. 4253|You are late! My morning song 4253|Was full of music, and all is sad for you; 4253|It is your morning song of sorrow, when your life 4253|Buries itself in the sand. 4253|You are late! What further can you do to say 4253|That you are late? You will wait, I know, the night 4253|Shall come to you--and so begin again, 4253|And you will find your life was all a ======================================== SAMPLE 48220 ======================================== 2621|The woe and shame of men that know them only as the 2621|Foes they are to them, the great unparallelled powers! 2621|Not that some God-like spirit holds the land, the sky, the 2621|Heaven far above the earth. And yet, and yet! 2621|All things in him that works a loving will, 2621|All gods that breathe a kindly spirit, I feel, 2621|Are nearer to me here than to you, O Lord; 2621|I feel myself a part of all the heaven, 2621|And yet I would not be incarnate with any of those gods. 2621|In some small ways I see myself a part of 2621|You, O Lord, and yet I am untrue to you. 2621|The love that lives in you, the love you give 2621|To me, my fellow being, grows no less a part 2621|Of all I am, and all I am must be a part 2621|Of yours, O Lord. 2621|All things have room for loving if we hold 2621|With patient patience; let us even allow 2621|That this our life be enough, when that hope dies, 2621|To give all things to our children. 2621|What if the earth, the heavens, the sea 2621|Were changed at last to something with human breath. . . 2621|The sun, the moon, the stars 2621|A changed their lids to something as fair 2621|And active, and at intervals might be heard 2621|To move about our earth 2621|A moment; and, as if to please our sense 2621|They breathed, in breathing also changed their ways 2621|Unto the voices that seem 2621|To speak to me about the world in my brain. 2621|What then?--not very changed. 2621|Not very changed, but changed through and through, 2621|From what it was, 2621|And grown so mechanically familiar 2621|That even the way I go 2621|Reminds me less of earth, and more of sea. 2621|And when I go to meet my fellows, more 2621|Active and less settled in Their ways, 2621|Again I am the brother of the sea 2621|That mingled Earth and Heaven and Earth's race 2621|In endless motion with the tides of life. 2621|The love of earth is still--yet, since so much 2621|Too often we are bound with earthly ties, 2621|To mine own self would I say, 2621|"I love my own earth only, and my own flowers"; 2621|Or else I would say,--I who have tasted, tasted 2621|Only earth--"I love my fellows only; 2621|I love the earth that lies 2621|Between and among me and about me here! 2621|All, life, and death, and love, and beauty, fair, 2621|Have a beginning with that word, 2621|"Earth belongs to me; life belongs to God." 2621|Earth belongs to me; life belongs to God, 2621|The Lord of Life. 2621|Life was made for earth; and earth belongs 2621|To me; life is my own: it can alone 2621|Deserve its perfect blending, and can thus 2621|Despoil and maul me, though at my birth 2621|I breathed it softly in that earthly place; 2621|In all the fountains, and in birds' cries 2621|I have found earth at my birth. 2621|It is my part to love each and all, 2621|With self-sufficient peace at heart, 2621|And, having peace, that peace to resign, 2621|To pass into the world of other breath; 2621|Peace, to love only what is earthly. 2621|Yet I love earth; and, though the earth belong 2621|Unto me, my part and sovereign place, 2621|In life, earth, and death, earth, death, earth, death, 2621|I love the earth in all its forms and forms; 2621|And earth, being mine, enfolds me wholly 2621|As mine earth enfolds the living fire. 2621|The very mountain-top of mine mind, 2621|As some white sea-mist's sandal-suckles ======================================== SAMPLE 48230 ======================================== 17393|It's quite a different thing, it's quite an entirely new thing-- 17393|The kind that's made of pure genius, and then a little further 17393|That he had made it, as you know, for the pleasure of the 17393|"But, pray, the whole affair's not as I feared."--"It's, 17393|"Nonsense! listen to it, you; if he _had_ thought it, he'd 17393|"Yes."-- 17393|I never understood people. "_But_"--what will you do?-- 17393|"I'll try and make him understand it."--"What, the 17393|"_His_?"--not his own! "Is it his, Sir? he's a man; 17393|"Or is it yours? a gentleman, a gentleman, sir?" 17393|"And why, with all my heart, sir,--it's you he's after, 17393|"He has not spoken yet?"--"I know a place where I can--" 17393|"You're being too severe."--"I'm being as I ought, with all 17393|"No, 'tis not so,"--"Then, they'll never understand you."-- 17393|"I know an office where I can--" 17393|"You can't?"--"No, they can't--if he should come in contact with 17393|What! can it ever happen? 17393|There was a time when I knew him. 17393|Then I said: "Well, if you have 17393|That gift of speech, you shall be 17393|As great an idol as he. 17393|You see, my friend, he's always making a fuss: 17393|I know his mind--he won't be in. 17393|It's a silly world, and one not fit for children. 17393|He can't understand what's meant by a joke." 17393|"There _are_ some children's heads for such care." 17393|And the thought, it struck me, in a kindly tone 17393|Of understanding, was gently suggested: 17393|As some poor creature of simple wish might 17393|Be pleased with anything that was, and nothing 17393|That's not. I had not a doubt of the same; 17393|So the child, on whom you tell the story, 17393|Beheld that this, for many years, must be 17393|The common feeling throughout mankind, as 17393|A good thing, and also as a bitter? 17393|He was quite aware that a mere name-- 17393|Even that, at least, had value for him. 17393|The man who, as the days went on, was 17393|Led to the wrong path by a friend, had 17393|Raped and lied, as some might do who'd 17393|Look for a cause of virtue to find one 17393|That was not, but was. Now he went to the 17393|New School--a man who never had taught-- 17393|With other children--but not here: he 17393|Had none. He took his place through the school, 17393|Waiting for something he deemed must come, 17393|Even in this world of lies and abuse: 17393|And his days passed with idle and idle care, 17393|And restless, and uneasy. 17393|And he grew as a man! 17393|But that was long? 17393|He didn't know. 17393|"All that he found himself, he carried with him," 17393|One of his friends, the young, handsome, impish 17393|Lover of his early youth, thought, would be 17393|This man we read of in the school-advice, 17393|And that he'd be as great and splendid now 17393|As he--now--a student. But this prophecy, 17393|The one he knew, would never come true; 17393|And the other, who had lived without it, 17393|Loved him in vain. 17393|But this was true? 17393|And I feel as I feel always: my friend, 17393|I'll always remember, would no longer 17393|Be in a state by such certainty held 17393|As to say for his child--a child he'd had 17393|Before, but in a different shape, just then ======================================== SAMPLE 48240 ======================================== 18500|My wives, my daddie, and my ain wife, 18500|For all the joys that I may well forego, 18500|When, with my ain wife the bed to share, 18500|My sire shall to the d--- of the world prove. 18500|'Twas love and life that bade us part,-- 18500|What other can my heart command? 18500|Thy cruel hand, foul murd'rous hand, 18500|Rested still, while those whose part it was 18500|Should be the bale-fires of thy hell; 18500|Yet, wilt thou grant thy victim grace, 18500|Thy cruel, wretched, wretched life! 18500|O, never fear, nor be at all afraid, 18500|A heartless stone shall make thee thrall; 18500|Thy furies, thy thoughts, thy fears, shalt be 18500|The chains that tie thee to thine own heart alone! 18500|A' to the sea! to the sea! 18500|Altho' it grow'd but ill, 18500|Sae, frae my ain fair daddie's bairn, 18500|I think on him I left behind. 18500|Ye banks and braes and streams around 18500|The Castle at Hocking, 18500|Wha stood the brave Limerickmen 18500|To shake their sturdy spears in. 18500|How glorious to the north ye glow, 18500|That saw those sturdy foes retire, 18500|When distant, but yet unmistakably, 18500|The battle's bloody toil began; 18500|And ye, ye hills and dales, appear 18500|In sunny pride to dale and glen, 18500|To welcome in the golden day! 18500|The Castle at Hocking! what scenes 18500|Appear'd there, bonnie there! 18500|The mountain peaks, each glens and rocks, 18500|The fords and cataracts and rapids, 18500|The shoary rills, and waters dim-- 18500|The glorious scenes! what sounds shall tell 18500|The glorious echoes' endless tone, 18500|The sounds that fill'd our Alexander's ear 18500|With awe profound that day, 18500|When o'er the foaming river's breast 18500|He saw two battalions pour! 18500|The second came--but how they fought, 18500|How bravely--all was night. 18500|How did my Leon meet their fire, 18500|What brave exploits he did win! 18500|The first was all to say, but sweet, 18500|What horrors must the day end in! 18500|He left a wife behind, who bore 18500|A noble heart to their own. 18500|For her he doz'd his vows to claim, 18500|Nor will she e'er forget 18500|The dear old home, the bonnie dale, 18500|With gentle mirth between. 18500|For her, his noble heart did rove, 18500|But his whole fame was done; 18500|Yet, O! his mother's last, farewell thought, 18500|That still stay'd in her breast. 18500|My Leon! my Leon! farewell form, 18500|And stay a mother still; 18500|To be a mother is a pleasure, 18500|And a blessing too; 18500|O then where will thy heart be flung, 18500|That sorrows cannot end? 18500|Thy noble husband's fame you'll keep, 18500|Thy grandsire's glory too; 18500|No treasure can redeem your son, 18500|Or make his fate more blest. 18500|The dauntless man who loves a wife 18500|Will, when the task is o'er, 18500|Still look for a second wife to share 18500|His fame, his treasure, too. 18500|Now the gree! 18500|The sun's at the prime, the breeze 18500|The leaves come gushing over; 18500|The dew is deep, the flowers 18500|Are budded all around: 18500|The woodchuck dashes by, 18500|He dreams of sunny clover; 18500|The thrush is singing still, 18500|His spirit trances there ======================================== SAMPLE 48250 ======================================== 42034|She who had stood by my side, 42034|Saw me through the dim years go 42034|And I watched a star go down on high; 42034|Yet still I saw her still, 42034|In the heart of all the world unknown: 42034|In the eyes that would not see 42034|I saw her still, in all the world unknown. 42034|When the day's work was done? 42034|When the harvest moon was gray-- 42034|Where your work was done--here you stand! 42034|From the far-off fields of old, 42034|From your farm-house in the fields of prime, 42034|For a glimpse of me. 42034|Not as the farmer men may find, 42034|Not as the shepherd men may crave-- 42034|Singing down from house to house, 42034|Not as the farmer's dreams may know; 42034|Not as the shepherd's dreams are seen-- 42034|Only as the harvest moon is gray. 42034|And only as the shadow lingers, 42034|And the light that lingers, stays-- 42034|Only as the shadow lingers, 42034|And what comes after comes to part. 42034|And my heart shall know no more. 42034|But my soul by God is meant-- 42034|Sought without hope and prayed in vain-- 42034|By my love for you, the one love made perfect, 42034|By my hope for you, the one love dead. 42034|By the hope that shall not come again, 42034|By the love that is over and past, 42034|By your love for me, with one love made perfect. 42034|It is done. It is done. 42034|It's a new season at the season of my song 42034|When the sun and the rain 42034|Have joined their hands 42034|And the clouds of September lie on the hills; 42034|When the west is bright with a glory no mortal part 42034|Could ever see, 42034|And all the hills stand still, with their mountains far and white, 42034|And the river lies still in his bed of gold, 42034|When the springtime beckons and a new spring is born; 42034|When the winds sing and the seas swell with their stormy might, 42034|The earth's high halls 42034|Were bright with happy faces, and there were no fear. 42034|The springtime was here and the springtime was there; 42034|Yet the spring was not ours, 42034|Yet the springtime is not ours, in the world outside; 42034|Yet the great hours, 42034|And the golden moments, and time--in the years long past, 42034|Went the old ways, 42034|And the golden hours seemed never ever to be. 42034|Come when you're bid, come when you're made to wait; 42034|Come without warning and without warning come; 42034|The season is past when the autumn is flown, 42034|And the flowers 42034|Are dying, and the time is past when the flowers died, 42034|And hope is dead, 42034|And love is dead, 42034|And life is dead. 42034|See the rose that's dying, the lily of June; 42034|See the sun on the lawn, and the heart of the town-- 42034|They are flowers of delight, and a beautiful good will-- 42034|But our roses are only as long as they've borne. 42034|For the sweet spring comes but once a year, you know-- 42034|And the world is all gone, one by one, you know; 42034|And the roses must fade and decay in his bloom, 42034|And the heart breaks to hear the words that you say. 42034|They have lived long lives because they have not grown old; 42034|The roses of life are a fragrant good will yet; 42034|For the spring is coming and comes to the dying year, 42034|And the roses must fade and must perish in the bloom. 42054|This is the day of life 42054|O, joy and sorrow, peace and strife at her command; 42054|O, heart-o'erflowing, heart-o'erflowing, all-expanding sea-- 42054|O, never rest on the shore-- ======================================== SAMPLE 48260 ======================================== 1279|I thought you'd gone, Jim, but that seems not to be the case; 1279|In fact, now, not one jot of your fine gilt money's gone: 1279|An' I do fear, poor devil, you're growing rather lean,-- 1279|Though, on the whole, the best of our gilded fellows are 1279|The poor poor wretches who just now make a queer noise, 1279|Whene'er we're in a holiday-time, and o'er the town, 1279|At e'en our horses go snorting so gallantly; 1279|And we all groan to think that their owner is dead, 1279|And leave them in a hopeless case as they drive on; 1279|And we feel quite shame-faced, by such sudden changes keen, 1279|The very more we hate to think they'll have to go. 1279|To a merry-yet-somewhat prosperous clark. 1279|The landlord is dying of a gall, 1279|And the landlord's a gallant man; 1279|He may go and seek a farm; 1279|It will ease his soul of a care. 1279|And he may come on a holiday, 1279|And see his children, and hear them, and grin, 1279|And wish for a dog at the door. 1279|And if a good one should help him, 1279|Or find him aught worth having, 1279|Let the dog follow him everywhere; 1279|Let the dog be the friend of the man. 1279|He may not be a huntsman or thief-- 1279|And, Lord! he'll think his life hard; 1279|But, with him, day by day, 1279|He'll learn the value of life. 1279|And be sure to tell him as soon 1279|As you are able that you are planning 1279|To bring home the very best of the year, 1279|And give him his half-past three. 1279|Be his doctor if he will be, 1279|And he can cure you: for, you see, 1279|If you must have something, take care 1279|To have the best of the best in the town. 1279|Let your mother be your friend in need; 1279|And, when on her knees, 1279|To him, your medicine give. 1279|And with all your strength endeavour 1279|To raise him up to man's estate, 1279|At the top of the hill, 1279|And then pass, to the town. 1279|If in the way of beauty you can, 1279|Go in the face, like a lion, up; 1279|And if in the way of learning you can, 1279|Learn quickly to be contented there; 1279|And if in the way of wisdom, learn 1279|That the most refined are the poorest; 1279|--O what a blessing an angel is 1279|For that to be so; 1279|As you climb up to heaven with a leap, 1279|Do you give a thought of yourself? 1279|Now, do please excuse me from my hymn, 1279|Since Miss O'Riley's baby's ill: 1279|For a baby I must fetch, 1279|Or I'm sure it will die. 1279|And what would you, my lord, report, 1279|Maiden, do you to the priest go? 1279|For it's not fitting my eye to say 1279|In words my lord should hear. 1279|Thou'lt find her in heaven somewhere 1279|With her baby, young and limber, 1279|Her face like the dawn, and her voice 1279|Like the cuckoo's in March. 1279|And thou, dear mother, tell me where 1279|Is my sweet baby, do I fear? 1279|Do my children cry in their shoes 1279|And call for me in the town? 1279|Or, if father die, my lord, 1279|And die before his love arrives, 1279|Will you be weeping and sad 1279|And in tears the whole night? 1279|And where is your dear papa, friend? 1279|And where is my sweet baby? 1279|Ah, me! dear papa, where _you_ are ======================================== SAMPLE 48270 ======================================== 22142|For fear that love is true as his heart; 22142|An' he'd tell them I had blushed for them; 22142|An' he thought the very lily his-- 22142|So, he's gone to be a sailor'll! 22142|For he'll tell them that he's been a sailor'll 22142|In some lonely isle on the sea, 22142|And he'll tell them that all the days he sailed 22142|Were sweet, and blest, and full of bliss; 22142|An' he thinks an alien kiss is better 22142|Than an English gentleman's hand. 22142|The lady is kneeling by his bedside; 22142|The lady is kneeling with awe-- 22142|The lady shall sit as he sall slink asleep; 22142|He will wake as his master sall slink asleep-- 22142|Sall sleep like a sailor when sleep is here. 22142|He will sleep like a sailor, when sleep is here; 22142|When sleep is all the sweetest thing here, 22142|He will sleep like a sailor, when sleep is here; 22142|His love is as soft and kind as a dove; 22142|His love is as bold as a lion bold, 22142|An' he'll love as a sailor he'll love the sea 22142|Sail softly, sail softly, sail softly, 22142|Sail quickly, sail swiftly, sail softly, 22142|Sail quickly, sail swiftly, sail slowly; 22142|In other days I had no maids to love me; 22142|But now, alas! many, many maids 22142|Have followed me. "Sweet friend, O Love!" they say, 22142|My true-love, O Love, my true-loveliest one! 22142|Now, tender heart, think well, my true-loveliest one! 22142|Think well do I love you, O Love, 22142|When we have gone beyond the sea, O Love! 22142|O, many maidens I have loved so true, 22142|And all were but as other maidens maidens, 22142|Yet, could we live by those loves sweet for me, 22142|Though only one, and dwell not near the shore, O Love! 22142|Were we but bound below these maidens' hearts, 22142|Were we but bound beneath their loving wings, 22142|O, much the day would pass before us by, 22142|If but we could but know--O, much the day would pass; 22142|With many a tender kiss, O Love--O, love, love, love-- 22142|We soon would meet with joy at last, O, soon would meet, 22142|Though only one, and still I would not part from you, O! 22142|No other love now can give me--no other love 22142|Can make more pure a heart than mine, O, more than mine; 22142|No other love now can bring to thee--no other love 22142|Can make me as dear as now can make thee, O! 22142|"O Love, o' mine, my true-love, sweet Love, sweet Love, 22142|I hear a song, I hear the song to-day-- 22142|O, come to me, and I'll come all alone, 22142|I've heard all my heart, and I've yet to sing; 22142|But this I know; there's one that may be there, 22142|And there will be others to be found." 23153|_Book I., beginning at the point at which they had ceased to 23153|earn the title on which is founded, as I now find the authority 23153|I could but dream of days when I was young, when I could make all 23153|"Now the sun is mounting, 23153|And the wild rose tassels 23153|Over the garden; 23153|And the long hot afternoon, 23153|When the sun lies in his perch, 23153|And the flowers wake with the breeze, 23153|At the base of the hill. 23153|Oh, the long hot afternoon 23153|When the sun goes rosy-lot, 23153|And the flowers awaking 23153|All awake from their dreams!" 23153|And here I pause, at the spot where we parted 23153|For a century--and, as ======================================== SAMPLE 48280 ======================================== 8796|A mountain then of monstrous bulk appear'd, 8796|No sooner on the view having come, 8796|The evil dream still clinging to my heart, 8796|I fell asleep; and dreamt I saw the same, 8796|In colossal bulk, and mass, and length, 8796|Ceaseless surrounding him, as in a sea, 8796|That raises aloft its bank unto the sky. 8796|The land, that sages have of old design'd, 8796|Was in my fancied shape a hundredfold. 8796|And there stood by me, as by the river's side, 8796|A town, whose populace I beheld, 8796|Patrons, who with reverential awe did stare, 8796|And when they saw me, forward push'd their horses, 8796|And served me with their feet; as at this day 8796|The old prelates of the Church still flatter 8796|That they by hands divine have ever been; 8796|Wherefore, if I appear to mortal man, 8796|His suspicion 'gan to abate; 8796|And he felt sure that there was nothing strange, 8796|Since holy spirits can neither rise nor fall. 8796|From the remotest hill to the wisest lake, 8796|Simple is the journey, and but little needs, 8796|Since all the world can do is this to show 8796|The truth which all things, that see, confess. 8796|Thus did I, from my dreaming, learn surmise 8796|Only an assassin's part, that placed us far 8796|'Twixt drowning in that lake and in the deep. 8796|Lands so rough with rapine, and with crime 8796|So much beset with discontents, are 8796|Oft to our wonder brought, and proudly boast 8796|Their gen'rous virginity; where, forsooth, 8796|In sooth, they lack no good, but reap their due. 8796|What should we wonder at, who this behold 8796|Of mortal lustre, even where such fires 8796|Be amply thrown forth? For if the heaven, 8796|Wherein we live, be lavished with scope 8796|To hold in fee all mortal motion, 8796|This heaven, as well with mortal things friends, 8796|Should equally be my wealth and joy. 8796|IT was at dead of night, when all the land 8796|Was still, that I began of this inquiry: 8796| 'Who is likeliest, that you on earth should rest, 8796|Ere you return to he sojourn in heav'n?' 8796|Straight on to whom a nodding I turned mine eyes, 8796|And saw, by sparkle of a ray, a living likeness 8796|Pace towards me, very like in aspect 8796|To him, who was myself, and who was sold 8796|Into this world of woe. Downward thus he came, 8796|And hoped to change me to the beast of Bosra, 8796|And let me, seen in heav'n, with his kind again 8796|Exchanged for his own. Look you, and you will note 8796|Each deed I do ameth against my nature, 8796|Save that I care not what your assembly be. 8796|Av'rice is the moon, that, as she mounts, 8796|Her beauteous beams upon the mountains sweeps, 8796|But me, her beams corrupt. O ye friends 8796|Of Christ, who are his disciples now, 8796|Select ye those, who most deserve it, and most 8796|Your thanks from them will flow. When I was born, 8796|The place, where I now am born, was Cieldauro; 8796|And there, as I was cradled in the womb 8796|Whence I was taken, as to Ceres came 8796|My mother, to offer she only portion 8796|Of my life, and not the very breath 8796|I of hers exhaled in life. A well-scented place! 8796|There, where the patriarch Jacob saw 8796|His Spirit walking, and from signs a child 8796|He taught us, when no other art was needed. 8796|There also lived our English Peer, an Welshman ======================================== SAMPLE 48290 ======================================== 3468|_Hath_ to be _given_, 3468|As fair as may be, 3468|In fair English weather, 3468|That he hath earned his bread! 3468|O God, is it right, 3468|That men should have 3468|The land-hold name 3468|To dwell on as long as they live? 3468|Is it right, that then 3468|We should be proud 3468|As men who died 3468|To help the poor, 3468|Who died in our good fight? 3468|What though, on the morrow, 3468|We have won 3468|Their native land, 3468|We have no land? 3468|The King is dead. 3468|In his stead 3468|Lies he down! 3468|O God, that such might 3468|Had never been! 3468|But what shall we do? 3468|O God, that such might 3468|Had never been! 3468|Yea, we may doe, 3468|And wear the crown; 3468|Though the folk say, 3468|The briton king 3468|Be no more, 3468|_For his fair hair_, 3468|_And the grace of his good tongue_. 3468|The King hath died 3468|_By the fair hair_, 3468|_And the grace of his good tongue_. 3468|But what say we then? 3468|O God, that such might 3468|Had never been! 3468|What say we then? 3468|O God, that such might 3468|Had never been! 3468|Forth will we go! 3468|_But the kingdom of God_, 3468|_And where the King's fair crown_, 3468|_Shall we go_, 3468|_In the joy of the King's reign_, 3468|_And no more_, 3468|_There we shall dwell_ 3468|_In the joy of the King's reign_. 3468|_Where_ the high-place_, 3468|_We two sit down_ 3468|_To our merry mirth_, 3468|_Our eyes, though wet_,_ 3468|_Will drink of the jolly cheer_. 3468|_O what may be_ 3468|_The joy of the King_, 3468|_Who now is a man_, 3468|_He sitteth in the King's place_. 3468|O God, we pray, 3468|_O God, that such might 3468|Have never been_, 3468|That all men may be happy, 3468|That all men may be happy 3468|In fair English weather_. 3468|Where, from the North and the South, 3468|With the world and the world before them, 3468|Wilt thou give no place, 3468|Yet the soul of man is free, 3468|And the soul of man is free, 3468|While there's a man the least of this! 3468|_O God, that such might 3468|Have never been_, 3468|_That all men may be happy, 3468|That all men may be happy, 3468|In fair English weather_. 3468|O God, that such might 3468|Have never been_, 3468|That all men may be happy, 3468|That all men may be happy, 3468|In fair English weather! 3468|_O God, that such might_, 3468|_So long as ye are God_, 3468|_The soul of the human heart_, 3468|_The soul of the human heart_, 3468|_Shall love and hate and toil obey_. 3468|O God, that such might 3468|With such power were, 3468|That in the body's waste 3468|Wert thou true to the soul that yearned for thee, 3468|And with the body's waste 3468|Served thy lost friends in the sacred war; 3468|O God, that such might 3468|With such power were, 3468|That our hearts' life were but a flower_, 3468|_All that our life requires_, 3468 ======================================== SAMPLE 48300 ======================================== 8187|And in one hour, in hours of three, 8187|It could have changed the sea--could change it still! 8187|And, now, the sea-king hath lost his power, 8187|And in one hour, of all times so wide, 8187|The sea has lost his king, in all our clime! 8187|The gods could not be more happy 8187|Than in this great and splendid sea. 8187|In all the world of sea that man hath sought 8187|No monarch more splendid is than he 8187|Which now upon his sea-worn throne is laid! 8187|But even to tell how in the hour of pride, 8187|In the full tide of that famous sea, 8187|When the heart's pride, the eye's pride is o'er, 8187|And the sea-shores whereof the tale is told: 8187|Or how on that deep, bright, sparkling sea, 8187|That had blest them as a blessing before-- 8187|When in the midst of those waters dim 8187|They seemed in a heavenly, angel's hall; 8187|How when it was night-time and dark moonbeams shone, 8187|How each deep and shadowy ripple shone, 8187|How those young spirits, whom man's power o'erwared, 8187|Came to be as gods and to live for aye, 8187|But to see what the light of life might be-- 8187|The light by which all hearts are led-- 8187|The light that moves in all beneath the sun-- 8187|The light that only souls are made! 8187|Let us all, when we all come to that grave, 8187|Where the spirit's light of life still flickered on, 8187|Find what we will with the thing that we lack, 8187|And be satisfied with what we choose. 8187|For the light of love is like a candle-flame, 8187|Lit by the spirit's light, it may yet be seen. 8187|And the flame of pride--'tis but the light of dream, 8187|So faint, but pure, but strong. 8187|The world, by the light of that deep, blue and bright 8187|And beautiful sea of ocean, lies before; 8187|And the souls of those who had loved are lying 'neath, 8187|Who once loved, were once loved again. 8187|Oh, to be one of all who have loved once-- 8187|Of the few whom to death this light was given-- 8187|To taste the memory and sense of that light, 8187|That life to the soul in that sea was given! 8187|'Twas summer now,--the sun had sunk to rest,-- 8187|All things were resting now, save one, who stood 8187|And eyed the earth with such a proud surmise 8187|As to her comrades spoke in bitter praise. 8187|With a wistful, half-suspended gaze, 8187|Aslaug smiled, her eyes glistening with dew, 8187|As thus she spoke aloud, her brow 8187|Glittering with the tears she but half knew 8187|Which glittered down so tenderly:-- 8187|"In vain you gaze the earth with fear, 8187|"In vain you look the ocean sun; 8187|"In vain you cry for safety on, 8187|"In vain you cry for peace from us! 8187|"No, no! you shall not ever enter in; 8187|"You shall never enter in to live; 8187|"But when the darkness is overblown, 8187|"Or darkness on all waters lies, 8187|"And nothing else can help or save, 8187|"Then will we take the watery road; 8187|"While you are gazing, we shall be going. 8187|"'Tis thus our hearts, at every season's change, 8187|"Will know that they are destined for this. 8187|"And thus our mouths the lifeblood of their fate 8187|"Shall in the love of each be marked and traced. 8187|"And thus our heads shall ever be one thought:-- 8187|"'Tis thus we live, and die, and work, and die!' 8187|"'Twas summer time, when from ======================================== SAMPLE 48310 ======================================== 24869|With all the hosts of Râmânu there, 24869|When in his wrath he threatened all 24869|Their kings in turn the fiend to slay. 24869|For, fiercer and more tempestuous, 24869|Than Râmânu the huge monster pressed, 24869|He from the royal city sought 24869|His prey, and all the race of him. 24869|From Râmânu's hand a demon’s grasp,— 24869|His power immense and might renowned— 24869|He took and bore away, and drove 24869|Before him Râmânu’s brother crew. 24869|Then, as the mighty fiend drew near, 24869|Sank in his brother’s form, and there 24869|With him the king of demons fell: 24869|Battered by that fierce arm that day, 24869|The chief of men was torn and torn. 24869|Saw in his pain and famishous mien 24869|His brothers fallen in the foe’s rout. 24869|Then with his hands and shoulders crushed, 24869|He clutched the air with mighty cry: 24869|“O, mighty fiend, I see thee close, 24869|And Râmâní the dreadful lord. 24869|This arm, though mighty, is not strong: 24869|I fall, I perish by this hand.” 24869|Then forth in loud and awful voice 24869|Thus to the giant king he cried: 24869|“Let none in all the world divide 24869|A brother from his hand today, 24869|Not thou, O Ruler of the skies, 24869|Who dar’st thine aid, O Monarch, me.” 24869|To him the dreadful fiend made answer: 24869|“On thee in wrath I lay my hand: 24869|By this hand thee the wretch is slain.” 24869|Canto LXXXIII. Râmânu. 24869|As Râmâní(891) king of giants fled 24869|His eyes on Sîta’s form they turned, 24869|Who from beneath his eyes was freed, 24869|And through the air a serpent flew. 24869|The snake’s huge stature great and dread, 24869|Like some dark mountain, measured from 24869|Above the giants’ head it rent. 24869|The mighty king, with terror seized, 24869|With words like these his soul deplored: 24869|“This snake my mighty strength shall try, 24869|The fiend on whom I trust so well: 24869|For that is Râmâní, thou seest; 24869|And Râmâní’s power this hour can give. 24869|For, though he reign the wildest of the wild, 24869|His might is sure, and his command 24869|Ennobled grows, as he exerts 24869|The power of every kind that lives. 24869|This serpent, his prey, I fear, 24869|And this wild snake that hissed him thus. 24869|Now I in terror for myself 24869|Must yield to him my royal way. 24869|This direst snake, for one short hour, 24869|The power of every vice will slay. 24869|Him, as the fire that glows beside 24869|Some mountain’s lofty summit, he, 24869|By fear of darkness in his eyes, 24869|Rage with the furious heat and cold, 24869|As fire in ocean that boasts. 24869|The fierce and dreadful serpent, he 24869|Would make me like this serpent doom, 24869|And I, the foremost and the might, 24869|Must yield my life, one hour, to him. 24869|For he who gains an empire owns, 24869|And every power he takes maintains, 24869|He who has conquered Râmân will be, 24869|If foes are slain or when he dies. 24869|This direst snake, this snake, he is. 24869|To me shall Râmân be my foe, 24869|He who has conquer'd Râmân is mine: 24869|For I have seen my father meet ======================================== SAMPLE 48320 ======================================== 36150|He had the power and glory of a mighty, great, 36150|And many a time he seemed to be but a god. 36150|To be so vast and beautiful, yet so mild! 36150|"O man! man! man!" the children cry--but there's a chance 36150|That they're right. It's clear the angels knew him well. 36150|And he'd give them something for their trouble, man. 36150|Though the story goes the other way: They say 36150|He wasn't quite so great as they made him out. 36150|'Twas only by a miracle he could walk 36150|O'er the mountains, up the valleys, through the fields 36150|And walk about the people, so they made him king, 36150|And gave him so much power that he seemed to be 36150|An absolute lord: His kingdom, all o'erthrown, 36150|Was yet the most delightful vision of God; 36150|And the angels did a miracle, each one, 36150|To crown the work. They brought him women fair, 36150|Bought them for sixpence--but no money they had, 36150|So he had to keep some for himself, 'cause 'twas his. 36150|Oh, such was his great majesty--it was strange! 36150|When he would bend above his kingdom now and then 36150|And say, "I have so loved you," and "I will love you," 36150|He was so very gracious and gracious, 'tis plain, 36150|In men and women all. And then, how his face 36150|Had moved, as though God's hand moved shadows o'er it! 36150|There's a curious story as to how it was-- 36150|He had a woman, with a baby in her arms, 36150|And there was none to think of but that little face 36150|Sitting before him, and the baby in his arms. 36150|But when the child was dead--ah, well! He never had 36150|A thought for three days; then in three days the soul 36150|Came back, and all the angels came, and there was 36150|A man and woman, and the little child was he! 36150|Now here they are--these two and one, the two and one 36150|Who is in the same world as the other two, 36150|All living on the same floor with the same spouse, 36150|And who were happy, when the little child was dead. 36150|It was a pleasant night outside a pleasant castle 36150|With fairy lights and fairy minstrels the world through; 36150|And the castle spake in its language of ancient days, 36150|And the walls stood still at the touch of the evening guest, 36150|It was a pleasant night--it was pleasant all around. 36150|The castle spoke, and its doors opened before us 36150|With the same speech as all the speech in the world. 36150|And a voice spoke, and the voice that is a voice in me 36150|Was ever heard and is ever to be heard. 36150|I do not know where or why--I only know she came, 36150|And a slender form flitting on fluttering wings was she, 36150|The lovely shape--the form that passed out of the sky; 36150|The form on the tower with the dark eyes--a flash of blue-- 36150|A look of wonder, and then silence again. 36150|I only know that I lay still and waited, and heard 36150|The voice that spoke, and the wings that fluttered by. 36150|The castle said, and the words fell like sparks from its eye 36150|I only know that the little form passed out of sight, 36150|And the walls stood still in the silent, beautiful night. 36150|The minstrels of the castle made music--it seemed that 36150|An echo slept in those words that echoed as they rang 36150|And the echoes were born in the voice that made them again. 36150|It was stillness all around, and the castle, a wall 36150|Of shining glass, was all a-blank, and then the sound 36150|Was so sweet and so still that I did not know that I heard 36150|And so with my heart I yearned for the castle's treasure, 36150|And with soul I year ======================================== SAMPLE 48330 ======================================== 22803|He said "My friend, you seem a little tired, it's true. What 22803|are you going to do?" 22803|"I fear, Sir," he said, 22803|"I fear that there's danger in my work and in my bed." 22803|"I pray to God this may not be the end," she said. 22803|"Pray be content, be content, for I believe; to-night I 22803|shall go to another house. Stay here; go to your work." 22803|She kissed him quick, and took his hands, and went. 22803|She brought him out the door, and sat. "He is mine now, Sir," 22803|she said. 22803|She went to bed, and slept, till in her bower 22803|The night-wind cried; and now they are out together, 22803|And I am in that room. Go to your work, Sir;" 22803|"I shall go to bed," he said. 22803|"But, Sir, we will come, and bring you back." 22803|So, at this word, 22803|This low high-sounding wind, and this low low wind, 22803|Which seem to have a little speech in it, they drove 22803|Past the doors of her own bower. 22803|They climbed. They went. And now a cry of pain 22803|Shakes all the sky. 22803|They drove. But when they came 22803|To her bower, a little room at last they found, 22803|She clutching at her head, and sobbing so long 22803|That her voice broke, and now she speaks not, but lies 22803|And sighs; she sleeps. 22803|Ah, poor wretch! 22803|Thou wert not worth a kiss, and yet she knows 22803|She does not love thee. Now I come, so they say, 22803|Thou must give thy heart to me, and I will take 22803|The other, and you win the prize. If she 22803|Should let me hold thee here, I cannot tell 22803|The joy, the fear, the bliss; but I shall have the one 22803|That knew me not, the one that knows me not, 22803|Who knows not the pain I have borne, the loss 22803|Of thee, and all through me didst thou not lie 22803|And listen, nor look below, nor gaze above 22803|To find me gazing, till the cold mist thinned, 22803|And the warm evening chill grew ever frosty-- 22803|The frost on my face, the frost on my soul. 22803|Nay, if she let me go, how would it be? 22803|I could not let her be my lover, I could not-- 22803|And now I know the end, now I know well, 22803|That I should go, though my poor heart was mad 22803|With love, I could not go. 22803|"Let go" she said-- 22803|Oh, wretched heart, what is the sense in saying 22803|Love cannot love thee? For love cannot tire 22803|A weary woman, who with love's rich spice 22803|Gives gladness to herself, lest love should tire, 22803|Or, scorning, take the joy away from her 22803|Who gives it, and for whom it is offered-- 22803|When he forgets. But say a poor man's heart, 22803|Of all the rich with love, can never tire 22803|A poor man's poor? and this poor man must win 22803|His own way home, and win this, this, if he can. 22803|To-night I find it so. 22803|And you are still the same? 22803|Oh, how could I forget that I had known 22803|Her as I knew her? That there was one to prove, 22803|Whose burning eyes could see and know, whose kiss 22803|Were in the heart like light that knows no form 22803|But beauty, in the heart like love, that gave 22803|The gift of love. We are two, but both are one: 22803|And you are mine alone; and mine so bare 22803|She is not sure of you, though yours the only thing 22803|Within it. I have loved you, and you made ======================================== SAMPLE 48340 ======================================== 19170|When the light grows black upon the brook; 19170|Though thou be silent, let me see 19170|Thy voice that murmurs by the Spring. 19170|A word about me; I know the way 19170|That thou hast gone with this poor heart: 19170|Thou hast given me hope and courage, 19170|And in the shadow of this tree 19170|A shelter, a guide, I've kept true. 19170|And if,--Oh, take at last 19170|The meaning of my fear; 19170|I've been too foolish 19170|To think that thou couldst know, 19170|Oh, give me ease of that dark thought,-- 19170|For it is only of the Spring 19170|That thou hast ever looked; 19170|As the light that I have looked upon 19170|Is ever but the sun in heaven! 19170|The sun, who from his throne as clear 19170|As God's new breath on earth did steal 19170|Gave to all the flowers and trees 19170|A welcome, a new birth; 19170|The birds with grateful hearts, and sweet 19170|And loving voices all resound, 19170|To the white, heavenly joy of birth, 19170|The Spring, the Spring! 19170|Yet, with a sad half-surprise, 19170|I read in this sad earth's dismay, 19170|A secret woe 19170|Which God, like one who knows, 19170|Would have kept secret too! 19170|A wail of all the winter 19170|That was ever yet begun! 19170|Oh that a sigh, 19170|A sobbing sob, 19170|Came from the Spring! 19170|And, as we view the moon afar, 19170|A pitying heart and good-night! 19170|When, all around the silent tree, 19170|No sound but for the lark's wing, 19170|No sound save the small blue blossom's cry, 19170|That, trembling bud by quiet bud, 19170|Died up to the far-off light, 19170|I saw the world grow dark outside. 19170|But when the first sweet flowers, that grew 19170|Within, were withering pale and cold, 19170|I heard the earth in a joyous song, 19170|Forgetting all. 19170|And when the light which now, far off, 19170|Was shining through our open door, 19170|With the first dear things that breathe 19170|That joy of Spring, I saw the blue 19170|Of morning fall! 19170|And I, who, for one moment's space, 19170|Could hear the song all through, 19170|And longed in vain for Spring's soft tone, 19170|And wished with all my soul that the Spring 19170|Had never come to me again, 19170|Walked forth again, and smiled with pain. 19170|Again, with longing eyes I see 19170|The long-lost blue sky! 19170|Again, with pain, I see it lie 19170|Alone in the dark. 19170|And now, when all the Spring's best seems 19170|A dream of memory, 19170|And life, with all its merry songs, 19170|Is now a ban, a curse, 19170|I walk here hopeless, heart-broken, 19170|Through the dark streets. 19170|The Spring is here! 19170|Oh, that it were but twenty years! 19170|How slowly time flows! 19170|The light is in my eyes 19170|No matter what the weather! 19170|But I have heard, in Autumn's chill, 19170|How many songs 19170|Had been uttered in my youth, 19170|Forgetting all the loss 19170|In love and love and love. 19170|They had forgotten much; 19170|Some sorrows had been done 19170|And some glad happy moments, 19170|And some days too sad and some days 19170|Have been but sunny days. 19170|Some dreams had been broken in 19170|And some happy dreams have been, 19170|Some lost but remembered; 19170|And some days have seemed bright. 19170|But now the Spring is here, 19170|And ======================================== SAMPLE 48350 ======================================== 13086|The very trees will tremble in the snow, 13086|When the wind blows from the north. 13086|And soon their hearts will be 13086|And lose their white snow-soaked lives: 13086|And the wind shall blow and blow 13086|Their bodies from the snows, 13086|And their souls be swept afar, 13086|As a wind through the windless air. 13086|When a boy's cheeks have grown forlorn, 13086|And all the leaves are turned to black, 13086|The very flowers will turn to flies, 13086|Or crawl like worms along the ground,-- 13086|And the great winds make a song, 13086|And the lark with his shrill note 13086|Shall dash about the sky, 13086|As the wind through the windless air. 13086|Soon the grass shall fade away, 13086|The very trees become the same 13086|That bore it trees of fifty score, 13086|And the great winds shall cease, 13086|And the snow-mantled larks unsheath 13086|Their shining swords at once. 13086|And soon the sun shall sink and rise: 13086|And the stars that glisten in the skies 13086|Shall dim and wane, like faces seen in dream. 13086|And the great winds shall cease, 13086|And the snow-mantled larks unsheath 13086|Their shining swords at once. 13086|And the long grass shall wither and wither, 13086|And all things be lost in the cold, 13086|Or wax and wane with the great rain, 13086|Till men's eyes grow blind in the endless night. 13086|Then the great wind that blows from the east 13086|Will sweep about the grass and tree, 13086|And the flowers grow white and wane 13086|Till eyes are grown so dim, 13086|And the great rain, at weary watch, 13086|Shall sweep them to a stone: 13086|And the great wind, at weary watch, 13086|Shall sweep them to a stone. 13086|Then the very hills of men shall fall, 13086|And many a name in the wind blown down; 13086|The great wind, at weary watch, 13086|Shall sweep them to a stone: 13086|And the great wind, at weary watch, 13086|Shall sweep them to a stone. 13086|The little fish shall sleep in the cold 13086|That swims by stream or sea: 13086|And where the little fish swims, there shall live 13086|The little fish of the land. 13086|The great fish shall sweep the large fish by the line, 13086|And sleep by rock or tree: 13086|And the little fish shall roll by the great fish 13086|And sleep by tree or river side. 13086|The great fish shall dream in his dream, 13086|And the little fish shall lie 13086|In the warm sea and the frosty air 13086|In the bright sea-meadows cold and deep. 13086|The great fish with his weary motion 13086|And motion in the cold shall rest, 13086|And they who, through all the snowy day 13086|Lifting their heads, must lean their weary head 13086|For frozen eyes that watch for him at night. 13086|The little fish, by the great fish dreaming 13086|In his warm sea-meadows shall be found 13086|To shelter him in winter-time, 13086|When snow descends and where the leaves are spread. 13086|The great fish beside the little fish 13086|Alone for warmth and room shall lie; 13086|And the great fish, his heavy motion 13086|Dreaming beside the great fish of the land. 13086|The great fish shall sweep all the large fish 13086|From the shore or stream--but not the little fish 13086|Between the rocks and the icy pool. 13086|And when the great fish dream by the great stream 13086|And the little fish by the little stream, 13086|The great fish with his weary motion 13086|Shall wander in dreamland afar. 13086|But if for all the little fishes 13086|Dreaming by the great stream, for all the small fishes 13086| ======================================== SAMPLE 48360 ======================================== 8187|(In vain the sunbeams sought to find 8187|In that bright circle their bright home); 8187|While, in the crowding swarm around, 8187|The sunbeam seemed to pelt the air; 8187|The earth and even the river, 8187|With all they light and lifeful in it, 8187|Had felt the spell of her smile and danced; 8187|And with the sunbeams, in their glow 8187|The lake and the cottage, lake and tree, 8187|Were made to be seen thro' now and then 8187|A wondrous mirror, in which she 8187|Saw things beyond human thought before. 8187|But the most noble thing, thro' all clime, 8187|Whene'er we turned our eyes at this hour 8187|To look on the lovely face of her, 8187|Were those at her feet that now lay 8187|Wreathed with the yellow sunflower's bloom; 8187|And these the dear and happy mother, 8187|Who from her heart's control had given 8187|So much of Life's joy and bliss, 8187|And now was bending o'er them, to bless, 8187|With her own sweet smile and laughing eye. 8187|Then the full-orbed shadows swept thro' 8187|The air, as the sunbeams into shade 8187|Shed on each head a rainbow hue; 8187|And all the earth looked, thro' the tears, 8187|Like an Elysian Paradise, 8187|While the voice of the nightingale 8187|Began to sing, "God loves the fair!" 8187|And a new light o'er Nature ran; 8187|And light and music were one; 8187|And the fairy lightnings flashed, 8187|Like the lightning's flash along the trees, 8187|As round and round the mead it rolled. 8187|Then, in great torrents round us flew 8187|The golden drops as if from wings; 8187|And the moonlight streamed in all its might, 8187|Thro' the water and o'er the flowers. 8187|Then, too, the breeze, with loudest roar, 8187|Took the light-bearer by the hand, 8187|And raised him, laughing, to the skies; 8187|While, o'er his head were thrown, in sport, 8187|Pale, blue peonies--till a bee 8187|(Hear the sweet horn of the hornet scream!) 8187|Had broken thro' them in their play, 8187|Making a horrid din in air. 8187|Thus, thro' all dreams and visions fair, 8187|As the light flew on and on, 8187|Sweet dreams within me, thro' all other, 8187|Ripened like the bud of April. 8187|And all, as it went by my eye, 8187|Made the most solemn and sublime 8187|Pictured image of beauty yet; 8187|For the rainbow of purple, and gold, 8187|And the white and green of the flowers, 8187|And the pure white of the air, 8187|Were the same that I saw play: 8187|And the little maiden on my arm 8187|Had sat with her mother 'mong the leaves, 8187|And talked of some very slim, rather 8187|Little things, that had come to light 8187|On that still day, as they went by. 8187|While I, as silently as homing 8187|Bird upon the lonely tree, 8187|Followed the light that from her eye 8187|Blazed, like its own life, away: 8187|Or as the moon, when in eclipse, 8187|Passes o'er the midnight sea; 8187|While I, on every side around, 8187|Watch her look and seem to see, 8187|While the thoughts I could not reach by speech, 8187|By thinking aloud arose; 8187|At once I understood the look 8187|As the girl's own look, and knew 8187|Her eyes, by no thought but mine. 8187|Yet some doubts still clung about 8187|The blessed image she displayed, 8187|Which, round and round, 8187|Sparkled, o'er the ======================================== SAMPLE 48370 ======================================== 2732|Wrought one of your greatest, to make my heart so full! 2732|Your mind, so much admired, is a charm's mild eye. 2732|And, therefore, let the words of our love appear; 2732|'Tis not the thing that is not but that which it can be. 2732|No other eye than mine can the dear creature see-- 2732|The sun on any earthly creature, sun or shade, 2732|Or any thing at all good or ill, or sin or prayer; 2732|It needs no human skill, to fix and fix again 2732|Every mark in one, all men's feelings in the mind. 2732|In vain--it cannot be! Who'd look in such a drear place 2732|With eyes that fail, have hands too weak, and hearts not true; 2732|To fix your eye on such a dismal spot is hard, 2732|Not to say the world's. You know your sight from the sun. 2732|'Tis all but blindness, your great heart, not yet askew, 2732|But when you gaze upon your love, your Heaven in man! 2732|'Tis a great deal of hard seeing, though no less, 2732|To look for eyes like some dull fool's--or like the sun; 2732|I am not sure 'twere better than to see it too, 2732|I would not look in that wild place of the soul. 2732|'Tis your way to smile, and smile; to frown and frown, 2732|For God's dear sake, I must look far from this place. 2732|I 'm in a sweet melancholy, sweet melancholy, 2732|I 'm in a little melancholy, little grave! 2732|All things I know, and all things knew in me, 2732|But yet that mournful name, too well I love it. 2732|What is it to be thought so much, but held so soon, 2732|To be so much, and held with such a cruel grace? 2732|I only know, and know what all may know, 2732|And have a heart--but not alone a heart of stone. 2732|Ah! may the wind be never here! 2732|The wind that sweeps the sky away, 2732|Blow gently, and the waves will keep 2732|Forever by my side; 2732|And when I look to-day, alas, 2732|I scarce can see my soul. 2732|Ah! may that breeze never ever! 2732|That breeze that carries me away, 2732|To the far-away, so free; 2732|To the land of love and peace, once more, 2732|And heaven's own star! 2732|The wind and the star to-night 2732|Shall be in all our hearts 2732|The stars of the world, ah, fly 2732|In a sad procession, 2732|The wind and the wind will sweep 2732|Our hearts away. 2732|The stars will pass between, 2732|To wander and to part, 2732|When our souls fall into the mire, 2732|From far and high; 2732|To-night--oh, yes, forever so-- 2732|The wind will softly blow 2732|To-night! 2732|What was it startled or stopped your heart 2732|When the first word you kissed found a way 2732|Through the clasp and the clasp's embrace 2732|In the corner of its wayward mind,-- 2732|Or something more grand, that you have heard 2732|Than you and I of, so long, so long, 2732|The old heart still lingers with thee, dear, 2732|And the old pain comes in, dear child, 2732|As it came in a past life, in ours. 2732|The stars and the moon and the stars' moon, 2732|The stars and the moon and the stars' moon 2732|Go up, go up through heaven; 2732|And if I have not dreamed, so much as said, 2732|They are gone down and will come no more. 2732|I look and I laugh, but not a word 2732|To the old love's and the old love's life, 2732|But, as they have kissed, so dear, so deep, 2732 ======================================== SAMPLE 48380 ======================================== A long and silent night, 1211|He doth not wake again, 1211|I do not fear to throw 1211|In his cold corpse a stone, 1211|Or, if I do, 1211|His cold corpse lie in peace. 1211|What matter? 'Tis his stone 1211|Which makes his sleep so deep; 1211|And why should I complain 1211|That he and I must sleep 1211|As strange as he and I? 1211|But I did dream a dream, 1211|When I did dream it plain, 1211|That he and I might share 1211|The death he would have found, 1211|And we might sleep, or weep, 1211|And he might still be here. 1211|A little child, in capacious bosom cool 1211|Of mother or of sister, aye pair'd, 1211|If mother so had borne him, would be like to be 1211|With things both great and rare. 1211|He had a little book, the which he read 1211|With such a wondrous care, 1211|With all the marvels that can be 1211|From stars to planets small; 1211|With stars as bright as any sun, 1211|With planets all as nimbly roll'd, 1211|And all the constellations there 1211|So pretty in the sky. 1211|This little book had things in it 1211|That ne'er before were spoken of; 1211|Things that you hardly thought to look for, 1211|And that you almost durst beg to see. 1211|And when he saw aught, 'twas only there, 1211|'Tis hid within that little leaf, 1211|All else was dark above it. 1211|And every time that he attempted 1211|To look therein, 'tis all defaced:-- 1211|In vain he tries to look, or scratch, 1211|Which still brings up those he could not see. 1211|With all his will, I do not know 1211|What he can do to procure it; 1211|--How could he do it? A little sword 1211|With silver sheen, and scabbards fair-- 1211|In vain. For, though he had a sword, 1211|It was not worth a single star. 1211|Some things there are, that, for the love 1211|Of him that hath them, we must give-- 1211|But all the rest must have a name 1211|To us that cannot understand. 1211|To be a mother, and yet be pure, 1211|And to make a son a daughter still, 1211|And so to keep him always pure; 1211|How is that not too hard a thing? 1211|--That is, the mother, and the son, 1211|Must both agree in their own mind; 1211|And this in all cases is the key 1211|That unlocks the mystic tome, 1211|Which the wise men have kept till now. 1211|This I know; and therefore wish to know, 1211|By what mysterious process, it becomes 1211|A man to climb unto the throne; 1211|And why he may, upon his ascent, 1211|Reach into his own heart, and in its place, 1211|Why it may so hard a thing to reach;-- 1211|If he have not another here. 1211|But if he in his own heart, and here, 1211|Has such a place, why he must win, 1211|And lose it, if he try to go. 1211|To all those things, which all are wanting, 1211|No answer, and no favour crave; 1211|Which, as the pilgrim leaves his hall, 1211|Still haunt him, and make him sad, 1211|And send him thoughts from a foreign land. 1211|--But for a paltry thing which he gives 1211|To a friend's house, or sister's house, 1211|Why does he to himself give thanks? 1211|For this he seems to be true, 1211|If all his deeds be true in their aim, 1211|That he does for a friend or brother; 1211|Then all he says, and all he does, 1211|A brother or ======================================== SAMPLE 48390 ======================================== 2487|And, underneath the clouds that shrouded that dear 2487|Land of the soul, she saw a star once more. 2487|For me, the old love I used to know so well 2487|Was but the sky, that isle, the sea, the sky. 2487|And, in that heaven, the love I thought so fair 2487|Were but the colors that I saw once more;-- 2487|All I had dreamed of, the sky, the sea, the sky. 2487|And, in the heaven where I loved long, was she . . . 2487|I knew that she would come, soon, before I died. 2487|But, oh, the way she made me glad and wise! 2487|But, in the heaven, she turned the light to bright! 2487|I know the stars shall rise and set and shine, 2487|But she will wait so, till my dear face is dead, 2487|And the life come back. 2487|For me, the old love that I used to know 2487|Was but the sky, that isle, the sea, the sky. 2487|And, in that heaven, she stood and turned her light 2487|To brighten my dead face, even in the grave. 2487|But, oh, the way she spoke to me and smiled! 2487|And, in the heavens above, she smiled so well! 2487|For me the sun shall rise and set and shine, 2487|But she will wait so, till I've turned my face, 2487|And the joyous earth, with laughter, shall smile! 2487|And the old love that I used to know 2487|Is but the sky, the sea, the sky. 2487|Oh, the way the birds are flying! 2487|Oh, the way the rain is flowing! 2487|To where the light is shining 2487|In the lonely star-lit sky! 2487|So let me follow where they go; 2487|And I will follow still, wherever they go! 2487|The world is my heaven, where my bird is winging, 2487|And I'll follow till she's back with rain upon her wings! 2487|The birds know the sky's and star-light's in the sky; 2487|And they follow where my child's hand goes flying 2487|Along the path I've marked for them in the sky. 2487|The rain's on the road, the rain's on the road; 2487|And I know they'll wait in the rain till I'm gone! 2487|The flowers are here in the morning: 2487|They're soft as silken-sheaves, 2487|They're red as blood they come from; 2487|They are not flowers, they are not buds, 2487|But hearts that, warmed by sun, came from 2487|The dear girl in the churchyard who gave them me! 2487|But their flowers are not what I bring them here-- 2487|The tender rosebuds that bloom and fade, 2487|The dark-munk'd leaves that the wild night 2487|Has woven with fairy webs of flame, 2487|And all the dear, sweet songs in all the years 2487|That came, like children, out of her mouth! 2487|The flowers may never bloom again; 2487|The leaves may never come in; 2487|But this old, old love, will be true 2487|Ever. 2487|The flowers and leaves will fade, soon; 2487|And soon, my darling, my very child, 2487|Will come you back to me! 2487|And I'll stand and watch and wait, 2487|In the dark with you at night 2487|And the tears of the night fall. 2487|Oh, if I ever am lonely, 2487|If I ever fear a great sorrow, 2487|Do not cry, child, but go away, 2487|And let God care for you so! 2487|The dark is over. The stars shine. 2487|The dark is closed so long! 2487|Only the sun at last. 2487|The sun is shining. 2487|And in the shining, 2487|I hear a voice cry, 2487|"Come, let us rest forever, 2487|"And forget the sorrow, 2487|"For the eyes that look ======================================== SAMPLE 48400 ======================================== 1186|They were no living folk, nor could they 1186|Have been alive without their mother; 1186|They seemed to fly out of her womb, and 1186|Grow from her mouth, and feed upon her, 1186|Like grasshoppers, who feed upon 1186|The stems of flowers--on her sweet hands, 1186|And on each little finger and ring 1186|Which once her finger had been. 1186|She gave them all their nourishment, 1186|They drank from her inebriate hand; 1186|She fed them on her lips and on them, 1186|Till all were full grown and well grown. 1186|Then, like a little maiden's child, 1186|Each of them grew into a man, 1186|In the great city of old Rome; 1186|One died in a prison, the two 1186|Were thrown in prison together. 1186|One died of thirst, and one of hunger, 1186|The two were nursed at Salern. 1186|I have heard of places and of forests 1186|Wide-spreading, green as India, 1186|Red as a new-made Roman dove, 1186|Hills not made new by summer; 1186|Seedless, or by winter's snow; 1186|Skipping, or alone wandering; 1186|And the great mountains built on crags, 1186|By their broad sides together. 1186|I have heard of valleys where men 1186|In houses build all day, 1186|And from them run their running streams, 1186|And their low waters lave the plains; 1186|And of highlands where trees are tall, 1186|And of lowlands low-growing, 1186|And of plains that are fertile, fair, 1186|As if men had planted there; 1186|And I have seen them with their crops 1186|Hither and thither coming and going: 1186|And they held the soil, and with labour 1186|And labor and labour every day 1186|They raveled it out in all its beauty. 1186|There is much in the world that I know not, 1186|Happier than I, and much more than I; 1186|And the best of things can I think of, 1186|For I know that I know: 1186|And there's that in me,--and it's the same 1186|That is at the core of all I know 1186|And that knows neither knowing nor knowing. 1186|I do not know if all the days go well, 1186|Nor just what's going on in the world to-day; 1186|But what I do know, with the best of ties, 1186|Is that all the days I know not I know not, 1186|And that knows not what I know; 1186|Because in a world of mystery 1186|I knew what's known and know not, who knows 1186|What's to be said, or what's to be done, 1186|For, being unaware and unknowing, 1186|I wait, and nothing ever comes to pass. 1186|The clouds roll out to-day, 1186|And blackness shuts out the sky; 1186|And I sit here, still thinking, 1186|My own thoughts,--my thoughts that come. 1186|They gather and form and flow, 1186|In motley rondure cast. 1186|And, from my own thoughts, those motley rondures 1186|Of night, like little lamps, 1186|Steal forth to meet the bright, 1186|And all is bright again,-- 1186|The white and rosy air; 1186|The sun-dazzle and the halo, 1186|That round them gather and clang. 1186|And from that motley rondure 1186|I gather all that's fair, 1186|And in one motley rondure 1186|I sit all night awake. 1186|I sit and dream that one hour 1186|The hours are as one soul; 1186|The wind is in my cheek and in my hair, 1186|And in my cheek and in my hair. 1186|As in a quiet hour of a spring day 1186|The hours of sleep come, 1186|And ======================================== SAMPLE 48410 ======================================== 35227|The moon was setting, and the wind 35227|Came up from the sea and bore, 35227|With a sad light on the white 35227|Of the rocks, the ship away. 35227|And the wind was still, and the moon 35227|Was shivering in silver light, 35227|As in those old days of old, 35227|And oft as the ship went down 35227|I heard the clang of her mast. 35227|Then from out the hill, beside 35227|The sea and the sea-grass green, 35227|There came a sudden loud cry, 35227|And the sound of a great door 35227|That the wind made as it fled, 35227|And a voice from the door there came 35227|Of a man's laughter loud and strong, 35227|And he said, "O sea, a little while! 35227|Ye have had your day in the sun! 35227|It may be your whole life long, 35227|And it may be ye cannot die,-- 35227|As I am changing here to stone, 35227|I must pass o'er the briny sea, 35227|To come under your feet again; 35227|I am the fool that sent you forth 35227|So that the sea may take you in. 35227|Therefore I am come under your feet: 35227|The sea is a cruel sea, 35227|And ye must live in sorrow and shame, 35227|And must stand, like a beggar there, 35227|Between the sea and the sun! 35227|And the sea is mighty, and waits 35227|When ye come, and will put you under 35227|When ye come down to its bottom, 35227|And then will it grow milder and milder 35227|Over you and over your dead, 35227|Till ye cease to have heart at all 35227|And the water-soul, that was strong, 35227|Shall be weak and broken under your feet. 35227|Therefore I am coming under your feet, 35227|The sea is a dreadful sea, 35227|And we must stay in sorrow and shame 35227|Till ye have gone out in the sun, 35227|Until we come back down again: 35227|And when ye come down with your shroud, 35227|Out of the grave beneath the sun, 35227|You shall go down to the sea again, 35227|And come not nigh my feet again. 35227|Then I must wait all night, I must pray, 35227|Till I have seen the sun go down, 35227|Till I have walked in my great garden 35227|Where the apple-trees are long and black; 35227|And in the fair-way by the sea 35227|I must wait for the sun again. 35227|But I shall be a mighty man, when there is room 35227|Under yon great hill of sun and air; 35227|And I will lead the sea-winds in their noble flight; 35227|And I will weave a little garden-plot to stay 35227|While the sun goes down in his sun-bright bed; 35227|And when I have kissed the lips of flowers,--and slept 35227|Under the great hill of sun and air, 35227|I will build me a little mansion fair and wide, 35227|And set my life on it like a garden-lot: 35227|And if a beggar should come along the way, 35227|Under yon great hill of sun and air, 35227|With his little basket of fruit and flower, 35227|I will give him a poor man's meal, as I do now, 35227|That the wind may help him to make it fresh: 35227|I will send the wind, but not to blow upon him; 35227|But I will send the sea, that he may keep on singing; 35227|And the wind and the sea will help him sing a song. 35227|For when the sun goes down in his golden bed, 35227|And the winds are asleep in the land of flowers, 35227|I will make a grave all green with gravel there, 35227|And cover for him all that his footsteps may find, 35227|And lay him down beneath his great golden hair. 35227|The old wind sings sweet and low: 35227|" ======================================== SAMPLE 48420 ======================================== 29345|And what will I do when he comes here? 29345|And what will I do when our love is spent? 29345|But I'll eat and will sleep. 29345|I will not tell you. 29345|I will not tell you. 29345|I will just say that I love not you. 29345|I know you. I love you. 29345|God made you 29345|And laid you as a grain of salt 29345|In the great wine-press of Time. 29345|So now that you are gone 29345|I lay these words to you: 29345|"You are old and gone." 29345|But Time will grind you like a grain of sand 29345|If he does; and I shall grow so old 29345|I shall not know it, and the tears 29345|Will keep me awake, long after you. 29345|It is too many tears. 29345|Let us keep silence already. 29345|When his father died,-- 29345|When his father died,-- 29345|They came for him, and took him from him, 29345|Caged him in the cell-- 29345|Settled his life,-- 29345|Settled his life 29345|In the land of shadows and voices, 29345|To the land of dreams, and voices of the years, 29345|Where no one comes to him. 29345|Let us be silent already. 29345|But when he awoke, it was not thus. 29345|He did not rise to meet them-- 29345|He arose to hear them, 29345|And to know the awful horror 29345|That was his every day. 29345|He rose, and he did not hear them, 29345|He stood before them, 29345|He watched them with his eyes 29345|Bent--and he was still, 29345|And he knew, he knew, they would say something, 29345|Crying some one killed their child-- 29345|Or some one cut their bread, 29345|Or some one broke their spear-- 29345|And the night had come to make him blind. 29345|And they would come to him in dreams, 29345|Pensive, silent, seeking, 29345|And they would come in the night's wild terror, 29345|And be crying; and he would sleep. 29345|And, dreaming with him, he would sleep, 29345|But he would dream it a long, long sleep. 29345|For the night was here,-- 29345|And his brother lay dead 29345|And the child he loved was left a child 29345|To mourn his father's lot. 29345|And he, in his anguish and grief and sorrow, 29345|Hastened to the window-seat, 29345|And there lay down and murmured to the child 29345|The strange things that he heard at night. 29345|But his brother saw him not. 29345|He did not hear or see 29345|The child he longed for, nor the strange murmur 29345|Of the child he longed for. 29345|His thoughts grew like a brood of dead birds 29345|Playing at house and under-house. 29345|The boy grew wild and foolish; 29345|He did not know his brother. 29345|He was not there at all 29345|To tend the child when he was away. 29345|He thought of his dead mother, 29345|And how fond, how true had been the wife 29345|She had been to him, and still must be. 29345|He thought of his father, 29345|And how true he had been and still must be. 29345|And the child, with dim sweet eyes, 29345|Stared up at him with pleading gaze, 29345|And he looked up with pleading gaze 29345|And said what he had to say. 29345|And he said, "Yes, I will be true 29345|And you must love me till the end; 29345|Even if at death's dim beginning 29345|There are strange things to learn!" 29345|And he took his knife and knife-gleam 29345|Ran the room, and in he crept 29345|By quickening the night's dark tide 29345|To the window-sill, and there 29345 ======================================== SAMPLE 48430 ======================================== 24825|"Thou hast just about enough to eat, 24825|In this my humble garret, 24825|"Yet thou need'st not fear the storm, 24825|If thou art careful and wise; 24825|And keep thy stock of coins in view, 24825|But oh! remember always, 24825|"Take care, take care, and keep away 24825|From driving poor Tom Brown to the wall; 24825|For, if you'd be safe in't, 24825|You must be careful with your wits. 24825|"It is said by learned men, 24825|That those who are not wise, 24825|And those who have little sense, 24825|Are at all times oppressed. 24825|"We are fools who wish to know 24825|The course of human things; 24825|Who make no observations--but go on 24825|To fix our minds like stones. 24825|"The world can neither see nor hear, 24825|For we are both so ignorant, 24825|That what we do we can't explain, 24825|But do all we do with ease. 24825|"And though with truth we may not vie, 24825|And though with learning, learn, 24825|Yet are we both so unfit, 24825|And want an account of mirth. 24825|"There's many a simple creature, 24825|That with no arts we make, 24825|And that with no expense pays 24825|For the useful work of mind. 24825|"We are creatures of our kind; 24825|One can never make us good, 24825|Because we're such an example 24825|To all the rest of life. 24825|"As well as we'd like to grow, 24825|We must always keep our age 24825|On the far step of its prime. 24825|"And thus we are kept in state, 24825|Though our best days are fled, 24825|By the service of such tools 24825|As no one would desire. 24825|"A dull head and eyes that glare 24825|In a state of blindness, 24825|As soon must be made aware 24825|Of the awful things you hear. 24825|"But the only thing that knows 24825|The way we were made, 24825|Is the public eye that shines 24825|In a kind conscience, 24825|That is all the help you get 24825|In this strange old country. 24825|"You shall see all the country 24825|Where it's really like, 24825|The old hills, the rocks, the sands, 24825|And all the beauty there. 24825|"But, if like many men 24825|In the present they tarry, 24825|We will come and take our rest, 24825|And nevermore look back. 24825|"For when we're on the road, 24825|'Tis the road that counts the miles, 24825|From the station and the big town, 24825|And then we go on road after it. 24825|"And when in the country 24825|We've roamed about so long, 24825|The very names as soon as they're taught 24825|Are a little odd. 24825|"But we'll keep clear and free 24825|From the forest and the marshes, 24825|And the rivers and the streams; 24825|And from our homes the deer and gazelle, 24825|And the wild goat and the hind, 24825|"And from the mountains and the rocks, 24825|And from the mossy sward, 24825|The little fox and the porcupine, 24825|And the lizards with their sharp claws, 24825|"And from the lakes, the lakes that lie 24825|In a state of calm repose, 24825|Till they sink in a deep chasm below, 24825|For they would not hurt man's life. 24825|"For it is not for our greed to feel 24825|That nature never will suffer injury; 24825|For, when we have passed our life in the world,[A] 24825|It is not for our gain to be true to the right, 24825|And the old world to the new. 24825|"As soon as we come to that sad valley ======================================== SAMPLE 48440 ======================================== 37752|And all the world was hers--her own 37752|As some poor man; she was so free. 37752|All things but art and love; she knew 37752|More of the world than all that's beside. 37752|She'd gone and never knew despair; 37752|She'd seen a joy that seemed her own 37752|When all was ended, and she knew! 37752|She had a love that had a rhyme; 37752|It took her from the present day; 37752|And she was free from death and change; 37752|Free from change and weariness 37752|As a bird that will not wake, 37752|And from wounds that vex the breast 37752|And make life a weary game 37752|Of meaning but a broken rhyme. 37752|So there I saw her, with love clear- 37752|And warm and whole in me, as clear 37752|As sun and flowers that greet the day; 37752|And every breath she breathed was love, 37752|And in her hair I watched her smile. 37752|She looked beyond the dust and gloom 37752|That round us now exist no more, 37752|Until she said: "I'd love the day 37752|When, if not now, I was no more." 37752|I watched her from the window-ledge 37752|Across the road till day was done, 37752|And felt her on my shoulder prest 37752|And tender as the day was sweet. 37752|"My days," she said, "are over all, 37752|My work is done, I must away 37752|And seek my youth again in France. 37752|I feel it in me to be free, 37752|I have my freedom--is 't now so great? 37752|Then I shall go and find myself 37752|Full length of ways with no room for me 37752|In ever flowery garden place. 37752|I am the only one of three-- 37752|The rest is mongrel and no man's. 37752|"There is a time in every life 37752|When love must find its strength and grow, 37752|And I must learn my passion by 37752|Whose voice it was when I was three. 37752|If there be a time for being free, 37752|Then let me seek it now; let me be 37752|A man, and find a world to find." 37752|She turned her eyes to me and said: 37752|"But where is he, his manhood, to whom 37752|You spoke who says the love is mine, 37752|And I the love and freedom, true?" 37752|"Nay, nay! what word would speak that truth 37752|Which all men know and give away 37752|We know not what? Yet who is he 37752|Who makes love true? it is he, 37752|So say the fathers of our race 37752|Themselves the long ages back to time 37752|Before the sons, who are as they-- 37752|The sons, whose sons are as they. 37752|"And now my father speaks the word 37752|To this most ancient race of men: 37752|_Let all my thoughts be as the brutes 37752|This age, when there's nothing born of man 37752|Cares for the body of a man 37752|Save it alone to carry in 37752|Its burden, and no man else's_. 37752|"And he whose mind is like a tree 37752|In the wild wood that knows no fear, 37752|He moves not--he, the tree-top tall 37752|Of the dark wood that has no fears 37752|Except for the love of itself, 37752|But only Love itself that knows 37752|Only Love's, and that comes with it. 37752|"So in these years of my disgrace 37752|And my black sin and shame and wrath 37752|I stand in the great light of the word 37752|That makes men free: and it's true! 37752|So true!" she said, and I laughed and said: 37752|"Ah, no! my bitter sin of hate 37752|Was a false way of loving you, 37752|And what you are I know not; 37752|"I know your soul was like a fountain ======================================== SAMPLE 48450 ======================================== 30391|And on thy breath the air 30391|With fear's faint fragrance blent. 30391|And with thy breath the darkness stirs 30391|And the heart of man and maid! 30391|Where the dead days' fogs dissolve, 30391|Where the suns of glory die, 30391|With thy breath, the sun, the moon, the morn, 30391|Fade in its marble dome; 30391|The stars of the starless skies 30391|Are one, a violet-coloured night! 30391|'Twixt dark-browed sea and sky' 30391|The seas of a dead noon are hung, 30391|Their winds the ghosts of dusk entomb, 30391|And the sun-rays of the night 30391|Their darksome shapes of fear emboss 30391|In the gloom of the ocean grave. 30391|The sea-winds are black as hell, 30391|And the waves are like death's pale shrouds, 30391|Which the heart-beat has cursed 30391|With the horror of the grave. 30391|The sun's light of faith has fled, 30391|And the shadow of woe is over 30391|The spirit of soul that grope! 30391|No light of its own to see, 30391|No light from earth's own womb. 30391|It is lost in the sea of tears, 30391|It is lost in the sea of nights, 30391|And all its glory is spent, 30391|And all its light in eternity,-- 30391|Oh, in that grave, whence the sea, 30391|In the sea in darkness lies, 30391|Where the souls of men and maids 30391|Have died in the land of death, 30391|What light were it if it went out 30391|On the dark, dark waters' tides? 30391|No star upon the starless skies, 30391|No sun on the dark night's shrouds, 30391|Nor in the dawning of the dawns 30391|Dawns upon the light of night! 30391|O soul of a mortal life 30391|That dwells in a night of tears, 30391|In the night of death and desolation, 30391|In the shadow of the skies! 30391|No light of its own to see, 30391|No light from the night of souls! 30391|The waters of the dark ocean lie, 30391|In the dark of death's noonday sky, 30391|And night is the shadow of despair 30391|That follows on the dawn! 30391|The moon is a star unrisen, 30391|The sun is a cloud unfurled; 30391|As the soul with a love in a night 30391|Is a star's light unrisen, 30391|So lies the world with the night. 30391|From death's gloom the heart is free, 30391|From death's gloom the heart is free; 30391|As light is a cloud unfurled, 30391|'Neath the day's light lies the world. 30391|From the black darkness and strife, 30391|From the black darkness and strife, 30391|From tears and the tears of a soul 30391|It stands up and makes a light! 30391|'Tis the light of the heart of a soul 30391|Which is light in the darkness' night, 30391|And a spirit's joy in a day 30391|That it may live and not die! 30391|That it may live and not die! 30391|In life's dark stream the soul may not see 30391|As it lies in a night of care. 30391|'Neath the day's light lies the world! 30391|'Tis the light of the heart of a heart! 30391|The sea of the night of desolation 30391|Is the soul that is lighted in woe. 30391|Under the day's light lies the world! 30391|Sighs that are heard through a death-like night 30391|Are the breath of a soul that sings! 30391|Under the nightless night 'tis fled 30391|The heart of a soul that sings! 30391|'Tis the soul that is lighted in woe 30391|'Tis the heart of a soul that sings! 30391|Heaven ======================================== SAMPLE 48460 ======================================== 4369|Till I had gained an empty field. 4369|So, the year I have lived in is over, 4369|I cannot keep a secret from you, 4369|I will speak your weakness and cover it 4369|With lies. 4369|With the lie that you are weak. 4369|And I am strong: 4369|I have seen it when I was a little boy 4369|At your side when the world fell back to sin; 4369|Your eyes were always looking at me, 4369|You were always looking and listening, 4369|Where the little children played. 4369|There were days when I was very weak. 4369|You were thinking about the future, 4369|About the lives the years would pass through; 4369|Then I said to you the words that follow: 4369|"We will talk of love and the good of life." 4369|"And then?" you answered, 4369|You were always thinking about things further, 4369|That I should hear your voice--"Oh, then," you whispered-- 4369|And you were listening--howlingly and shyly-- 4369|With your eyes downcast. 4369|You remember only the days and the nights-- 4369|You never did my dirty work at the mills. 4369|I am tired of the world. I don't know 4369|The way forward. 4369|You must tell me, dear--but I am weak-- 4369|You must tell me how to turn to God; 4369|There is nothing that I have accomplished 4369|Since I was born. 4369|"There's nothing that I can accomplish, 4369|Excepting only the love of my mother." 4369|I remember when at first you kissed me; 4369|I am not the girl you used to be. 4369|I am weak, and you are strong, and I don't know 4369|The way ahead. 4369|So now I must not tell you. 4369|I must take my hand off from your own. 4369|You remember only those months and days. 4369|"You don't want to help me? I won't tell you. 4369|No. I will love you anyway 4369|Because I feel that you are weak. 4369|There is nothing you can do for me." 4369|Now what can I do without the strength you gave me? 4369|You are very strong. 4369|It is only a girl who is going to help me, 4369|You are so strong that I could do it. 4369|I would rather die than tell you. 4369|We cannot leave the city 4369|Till the evening star. Go straight to the river, 4369|Where you can help me. 4369|I have nothing. 4369|I shall never be the girl you knew-- 4369|I have lost many things. 4369|There are people waiting in the street. 4369|You must go into the street with me. 4369|I am going back to the palace. 4369|You must go to the palace. 4369|In the street I am waiting for you now. 4369|See that you go inside, 4369|And leave all the things I gave you there. 4369|The people are all very weak, 4369|They are waiting there in the palace hall. 4369|They cannot help themselves. 4369|I am going back to the palace, 4369|To seek new magic powers. 4369|I would like to talk with the King. 4369|It has been very nice to speak with him, 4369|It has been wonderful to meet him. 4369|I am going back to the street, 4369|To wait on my secret lover. 4369|I shall tell you soon. 4369|"The world is tired of secrets. 4369|It is tired of secrets. 4369|The truth is out, 4369|And it is tired of being secrets. 4369|It has long since told 4369|A long, long tale, 4369|That it knows too late 4369|How it should go about being secrets. 4369|How it should lie at the core of heart, 4369|How it should be true, 4369|How it should live, 4369|How it should die, ======================================== SAMPLE 48470 ======================================== 9889|To the man in the moon who's asleep, 9889|And the man in the mist who weaves a spell. 9889|And in a few short nights the world will be-- 9889|A blank, a bubble, a dream--a tale of sleep: 9889|And I, my brother, will be standing now 9889|Upon a bridge where a shadow stands 9889|Behind a gleaming sheet of snow, 9889|And my feet will be set upon the strand 9889|Where the waves go drifting, cold and fast, 9889|Beyond the hills that stand up there above 9889|In a mist of silver:--but the bridge 9889|Will span the mist and lead me to the land 9889|Where the world of men may bend to greet me there." 9889|The man in the moon will laugh and say, 9889|"The dreams you tell me are a foolish thing-- 9889|A thing of little weight when compared 9889|With the world's wide wheat that you and I 9889|Have sown upon the barren sands around 9889|--And the world, again, that vast and sweet 9889|Will be our own, but, lo! we lack the beam 9889|That in heaven shines on this life of ours 9889|And a thousand more, of toil, of strife, 9889|In this short winter of the world's sad age. 9889|The winter of our lives begins soon, 9889|And, when it is over, the Spring will bring 9889|A sweeter season of rest than yours." 9889|As thus he spake, in a strange land far away 9889|I saw a lady, for she seemed so fair 9889|And lovely, as she stood before my sight 9889|With her white hair and beauty in her eyes. 9889|I asked her for a promise, and I saw 9889|A way she answered me with such a smile 9889|Of joy and bliss that I was glad in spite 9889|Of joy and bliss and all her words of bliss. 9889|I passed the bridge through the mist and gloom 9889|Until I reached the shore with all the day 9889|And day until dawn was at the Gate of Sleep; 9889|The last bright ray of the moon was gone, 9889|And I could see--through the shadow of the night-- 9889|A dim and shadowy harbor with the lights 9889|Of city houses glowing on each tower. 9889|A lady stood before me, clasped my hand: 9889|"Tho' I am there"--but my words were "Yes," 9889|For the first words my Lady said to me 9889|Were, "Your heart is in the land of dreams." 9889|In the old times of Christmas when men did stand 9889|At the altar, and there let fall their gifts 9889|With solemn reverence, gifts of frankincense 9889|And myrrh, and, kneeling, offered thanks 9889|To him who had given, what gifts had he 9889|Who could lay the world's burdens at the fold 9889|Which God's gave to him--his fair hands, that weighed 9889|The scales of love--these things to view 9889|Had puzzled me--I had been a wise old man 9889|And I could solve them; so I went--but, lo! 9889|I found that I had lost my heart. 9889|I will tell what then I saw: 9889|We two stood, as stands a man 9889|At the altar. At the end was a fair woman 9889|In that strange, strange dress 9889|The men wear, "because a man would fain wear one 9889|Like him," she said--"a man should"--she sighed 9889|And took the frankincense and the myrrh and gold 9889|From off her head, 9889|And we rose and passed to the place of worship; 9889|And, as I walked there, I thought of one 9889|Who sat upon this mountain, and had lost 9889|His way upon the grass, 9889|And I wished that I might find him yet 9889|With his golden wand 9889|And his holy mysteries, and hear the word 9889|He seemed to utter in his moaning 9889|And the words that he said to her. 9889|He had kn ======================================== SAMPLE 48480 ======================================== 2619|The world's a-wooing for Love, 2619|For Love's sake in the world's a-blowin' 2619|For _him_? 2619|If you'll be my Darling, I'll let you have the ring, 2619|And in her marriage-bed, I'll be a-bed. 2619|I'll keep it from breakin' a-sand. 2619|I will let her kiss the little finger on my hand 2619|(And be the prettiest maiden and the nimndest of the niznt), 2619|In memory of the niznt he sent down to me 2619|Because of a naughty girl, that used him well; 2619|And that I was not to go seek; 2619|Because of my little sister, whose heart was sad to see, 2619|So young I grew in mine. 2619|I will let her kiss his little finger-ends, 2619|And be the prettiest maiden to see, 2619|With kisses all right enough, my heart shall sing 2619|By and by. 2619|That little sister she that _I_ do love that cares not how; 2619|She that _I_ do love should be as pretty as the dew. 2619|But she I love is none so gentle, none as me; 2619|Then, my little sister, be that kind an me as thou, 2619|For of me you shall speak, and do me good or bad. 2619|The little sister I love is none so sweet nor wise 2619|As you me think you are; 2619|Then, my little sister, be that kind and me kind you be, 2619|And I shall sing for you all the days of my life. 2619|The little sister I love, I never do abuse, 2619|But do but be her way; 2619|Then, my little sister, be kind to your motherly father, 2619|And I shall kiss my motherly chin. 2619|I may have nothing but kindness of heart, 2619|But I have wisdom to offer thee; 2619|And that little sister I love is as wise 2619|As me she shall sing for thee all the days of thy life. 2619|But, father, when I came to be married, 2619|I found my maidens all jealous; 2619|So, father, I'll leave them alone, 2619|And I'll love you with all my heart. 2619|When I was in my teens, 2619|And played in "The Lark's" bower, 2619|You were the flower of the gay gay-backed clan; 2619|I was the spick of the bright; 2619|And, when the sun grew low, 2619|You were the queer, the sprightly of the gay. 2619|The sun, that we knew, 2619|Never shone so fair, 2619|And it was you that made it shine so bright. 2619|I was the wren whose fame 2619|Linger'd in silent halls, 2619|And you were the wren that flew to me. 2619|I was a ragged beggar-boy, 2619|Shaggy and aslope, 2619|And you were Augustus, Queen of Rome. 2619|And then came you, a queen, 2619|With all your trophies decorate, 2619|And I became a king at your command. 2619|Now my days are long, 2619|And now my nights are long, 2619|And I'm quite forgetful of what happened 2619|Ere I was your size-- 2619|I have grown so strange a fat b----h! 2619|But I will not believe 2619|That love like thine could die; 2619|For I have wasted my youth 2619|In folly and in ease. 2619|A happy king and happy man 2619|You once were, and were not for me! 2619|But I have learned, when you're wise, 2619|To scorn the good he cannot tell, 2619|And to desire my Queen 2619|As things of my own. 2619|You said that love was old, 2619|When _we_ were young; a little rhyme 2619|With the old refrain in it 2619|Had made the thing seem old so ======================================== SAMPLE 48490 ======================================== 7391|But not, as he thought, for lack o' seeing her face, 7391|But for that one little word, "She wants you," too. 7391|When _she_ comes in, and sees the little face 7391|That all their hearts so tenderly beg for, 7391|The darling of the town--her neighbor's wife-- 7391|Her eyes are dim, the world is far from green, 7391|But oh! 'tis love that seems the world too dull. 7391|Away with vanity, you mean to try 7391|Your hand at business or your heart at love; 7391|But who shall set you up a fortunese 7391|When all your friends, like roses, are away. 7391|You seek with careless lips your own sweet pay, 7391|And, with a heart not yet free from care, 7391|Say, do you think the life you choose will set 7391|A mark for man's life--a yard for man's feet? 7391|Oh, did you say you cared to see me live? 7391|We'll see that moment when our soul is blest. 7391|My eyes are wet; my face is like the bride 7391|On wedding days with tears of joy and pride. 7391|Why did we not wed at once and share 7391|The life we'll yet enjoy? but when we're dead, 7391|If there be naught to grieve us while we've wove, 7391|Then why not--marry now? I think it's better. 7391|If I could go back I'd think 7391|I'd like my life a little while; 7391|I could forget some past years, 7391|And live with love--full and fond-- 7391|For ever as a friend of friends. 7391|I would not have the world to scorn-- 7391|No, not to grieve and be afraid, 7391|But wait, and wait until we meet. 7391|The man who would not make the best 7391|Might think, and measure his attain 7391|By years not lived, not fortunes won. 7391|The man who found the right between 7391|Both good and ill, between low and high, 7391|The man who saw it all entwine, 7391|Though never both made foes, could take 7391|A happy lot, nor take himself alone. 7391|I should not care for fame to-day 7391|Because she would not take away 7391|My heart from me from day to day 7391|To find a better one elsewhere. 7391|I should not care of praise to-day, 7391|That many would not deem me proud 7391|And false enough to question where. 7391|She knows what comes and comes with ease, 7391|And why I am so true to her. 7391|I should not care to-day; I choose 7391|To live to be her best friend, and then 7391|I'll choose no other friend than this. 7391|I'd rather live, if God should choose, 7391|In loneliness and secret gloom; 7391|Or else be known to every friend 7391|As one who has a heart in thrall. 7391|The man who trusts his friends may live 7391|In quiet, warm, and friendly home; 7391|In cities where the throngs resort 7391|They're only found by night and day. 7391|This is a life I would prefer, 7391|Which comes as if it never could. 7391|One who walks a life of honor, 7391|That does not seek the world to please; 7391|That has no need of worldly wealth; 7391|That has no need of earthly friends. 7391|The man who is a happy friend 7391|To all, but chiefly to his loved; 7391|Of woman his delight alone, 7391|That is the man to whom they bow. 7391|The man who has no worldly cares, 7391|That is the man to whom they cling. 7391|I do not doubt that my dear friend, 7391|Will soon be here again and I; 7391|He'll find a quiet couch for me 7391|In some soft spot, where, for all care, 7391|She'll be his only friend and true. 7391|And even though ======================================== SAMPLE 48500 ======================================== 27195|You've got an egg, 27195|Just about the size o' a regular egg. 27195|A pair o' wrists, 27195|Just three fingers' length. 27195|An egg, 27195|Just the right size to hold eggs in. 27195|Somethin' funny, 27195|I'd like to tell you. 27195|We're 'bout as far as we can go, 27195|I tell you truth; the distance's more than we can see. 27195|Oh, when you're five feet tall and as tall as a tree, 27195|With your right hands, 27195|And your left hand, 27195|To the little child, 27195|I'm sure you'll be, 27195|It's just about the distance that matters matters much. 27195|"Where's the baby, Little-One," asks the folks; 27195|"He's a-sleepin', 27195|And the folks 27195|Will be home before two 'n' till four o'clock!" 27195|"What's that?" 27195|He makes a face; then "here goes," says he, 27195|"And this is what my little maid does! 27195|"What is wrong with Little-Mamme?" he'll say. 27195|What's the matter? Don't laugh. "I tell you 27195|"She looks just like your mother 27195|When she's at the mill, 27195|And she makes the dough. 27195|"She's no lady's pet, 27195|And she loves to be capered, 27195|She loves to have her tea. 27195|"And for her tea she's always off." 27195|"Oh, well, let's go off then, 27195|It's time I was quiet, 27195|And I'm not to be coddled, 27195|And I'll prove this old story true, 27195|"And if I must grow up just like Little-Mamma, 27195|I'm sure I'll have a new mother, 27195|That's what I'll do." 27195|Then the little maid 27195|A-crying and sobbing, 27195|"O I've got a tale to tell, 27195|And I'll tell it to the baby; 27195|It's about a little boy, 27195|He met a little girl, 27195|And when they got together, 27195|Their hats were cut, their dresses undone, 27195|And both their skirts were fringed with yarn. 27195|And both their clothes were wet: 27195|And in the grass the little girl was wet, 27195|And while her petticoat was wet 27195|The little boy was wet and dry! 27195|"Oho! Oho!" whispered the little maid, 27195|"Who would be wet to-day?" 27195|"Only you!" laughed the little boy, 27195|"Take you down and be wet, 27195|Letting your lovely gown come down!" 27195|"What's inside?" 27195|"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! oh! 27195|'Tis the pretty doll for Alice Brown, 27195|Which you carry in the basket to-day." 27195|"Ah!" said the little maid, 27195|Her eyes were wet. 27195|And then the little boy said, 27195|Caught up and carried 27195|A great white lily-ball. 27195|He kissed the doll. 27195|"I'm pretty, daddy, it's better for me!" 27195|And that is what, 27195|After this day, 27195|Crying, and sighing, 27195|The maids shall call "Alice, little Alice." 27195|Hush! Little One-ho! 27195|Cock-a-doodle-doo! 27195|I got my supper ready, 27195|Then I went to get it. 27195|I went in my old brown gilly-house 27195|With a spoon of silver and a silver spoon 27195|And a plate for my dinner, 27195|But I couldn't find the sauce 27195|On any bread loaf. 27195|I went to the corner store 27195|And bought a bunch of jam, 27 ======================================== SAMPLE 48510 ======================================== 29358|Nor of them at all; so well the gods the thing did help. 29358|But in the end the time is come for him to draw nigh 29358|To the great city, and the city-dome and shrine; 29358|Who, going in his life, will take the body now again, 29358|And leave the body dead away from all the world, 29358|And with the body so have I in mind aught that I 29358|May do: and my eyes no farther need the sight." 29358|He said, and laid his hand upon the son of Mars; 29358|And as the father placed his son upon the stair, 29358|The great earth rapped beneath the feet of him there, 29358|And all the high-built pillars of the city shook 29358|And reeled, and he and son together fell upon 29358|The open hearth, and there together lay and lay 29358|Aloof. And he began, and, looking up, he saw 29358|The gods about him in an open house of stone, 29358|And round about them all the men, who had the wall, 29358|Were in an earth-coloured mansion to the south. 29358|There came unto them his father, and in words 29358|Seeming full fair they held their heads upon their knees, 29358|And cried aloud with them about them, such as come 29358|From the blue vault beneath Æneas' hands, and lie 29358|Upon the boughs and leaves: and when their hands they took 29358|Upraised, their strength grew strong; and with the father 29358|Held by his side, the son, well nigh at hand, arose, 29358|And laid his hand upon the foot upon his head, 29358|And spake, and spake a little while, and spake again: 29358|"My son--thy father's, whom I first found on the way, 29358|The same that with these men now wends unto the town, 29358|Now rests awhile upon his knees, and now will go 29358|Before the king's footstool, and shall now, behold, 29358|Hear me, and of the words that I shall bear to thee 29358|My words have heard, and heard with wonder and with fear. 29358|But the other's mother--that I call indeed 29358|The mother of the man, and well hath known her,-- 29358|A mighty woman, and of men most fierce and mad 29358|Than the fierce mother of her children, hath borne me, 29358|And me her sons and me her daughter have borne and nursed. 29358|"I told her nought: her tears were dried, her blood was cold, 29358|And all her strength of thought: yet unto her did I 29358|Say what she told to those, and in all words in one 29358|I made no answer. I was sore afraid to speak, 29358|So I said nothing, nor could any judge my words, 29358|And wept for her whose eyes had opened when I prayed. 29358|"But now, since here she is, and in this house shall lie 29358|The king's footstool, and my child shall be the Queen, 29358|The mighty city is hers, and now is all her care; 29358|And she hath done to me in all and bid me go 29358|This work, whose name is death, whose work is shame and woe." 29358|He spake, and all that midst the mighty hall uprose 29358|Beneath the threshold, and they shook the beams withal, 29358|As with a wail the wind, when day the mists have dried, 29358|Gives forth the cry of one who lies alight at last; 29358|They stand amazed, and many of that midst grow pale, 29358|Flee not in fear, yet, in the very way, they fear, 29358|As those before them of the tomb are shod. 29358|Then all the gods for grief about the place uprose, 29358|And made the earth a sea, the skies to utter night, 29358|And all the skies with cloudy mantle filled were filled 29358|With darkness, and the earth was wet with mingled tears, 29358|The waters rose, and, bursting forth, ran down the sides 29358|With all ======================================== SAMPLE 48520 ======================================== 1728|and that thou shouldst see him come to his own again. But if the gods vouchsafe 1728|no easier way, then shall he not go to his home, for it is 1728|gracious Zeus, who is lord over all, that the gods have made me 1728|an even guest in her house, wherewith I am received with 1728|honour, and of many a pleasant word that thou mayst make my 1728|speech in answer to it." 1728|'So spake I, and the mother let down my head, and sat upon my 1728|saddle. Neither she nor the sparrows, when they hear such 1728|good advice from a stranger, were appeased with all content; 1728|and we set sail from the city as we had on our way entered. 1728|Now the day was long as we could not pass the Bithynian 1728|passage over the deep, and the black ship of the sons of 1728|Men seemed to us of such little stature but of much weight 1728|that she could hardly hold them. But I minded me my 1728|gladness toward the time when I should come to a harbour, and 1728|when the ship should reach it. But when it was to-day, and the 1728|wind of the morning died away, we found the way to our 1728|own homestead, and our lord had said to let us share it. So 1728|she departed as she had said; and the woman, Eochaidro, 1728|came quickly after her with his men, and laid his hand upon the 1728|towards us and called aloud: 1728|'"What, men that are here do ye know not that I am here, and 1728|not that I am dwelling here beside my ships and my many 1728|fellow-folk?" So they spake much, and I would have gone about 1728|my fellows, but in the wind noisily tossing my head I could see 1728|No man is there but there with me in fair words in keeping with 1728|the man that is no friend of mine but is a stranger to me. How 1728|can I look from my ship to that men would I seek, if I was 1728|not mine own countrymen? But these are such that surely Zeus 1728|would rather have you in your sorrow than me in my life, 1728|wherefore let some great man slay me. Then again I would see 1728|you again, but I have other cares than this. I have forgotten 1728|a dear wife whom I used to love so dear that I have made 1728|peace and made atonement, and she dwells with me and has given 1728| me a loyal company, and I have taken good care of hers 1728|and of the goods, and made her my own. Therefore let it not 1728|befall on us to get her home, while her master is with his 1728|man, nor let us forget the Achaean folk and her folk.' 1728|So she spake, and they were sorrowful in their hearts, seeing 1728|that they had lost the wife of the man that was their sorrow. 1728|Then they went on their way homeward from the city, and 1728|me, in his own abode; and in the morning they reached the 1728|house of their dear lord. 1728|So the son of Arcesius led them to the gates of the house; 1728|there they found the maidens weeping and lamenting in 1728|the house, and many sons of Arcesius and sons of the sons of 1728|Cadmus were crying out with tears, men and maids, and 1728|the mothers of the boys, and they brought them all to his 1728|house and set them on seats and spread the cloths all a 1728|faultful and clean, and they laid upon their heads white 1728|breastplates, and the mother of the boy came to the doors 1728|and wept there over the bridal gifts, and bare them and bound 1728|their hemlets in a garment of finest linen, and a good 1728|robe she brought them, and a fair hood she bare them in the 1728|halls of the town, such as the maidens of Crete and Alegia 1728|bring the boys in their charge who of themselves have many 1728|things to ======================================== SAMPLE 48530 ======================================== 1279|'Twas just as if he had been dead. 1279|Oh, would that I were dead! 1279|I am in grief a thousandfold; 1279|My Lord, and Ladye, and Kassy, 1279|And Kasey, my dearest dearie," &c. 1279|The darning-needles' stanza, 1279|"The little things that doen make us glad." 1279|Oh, what a melancholy sound it is! 1279|The little things 1279|That keep us sad and busy. 1279|I met my dear Kitty 1279|Upon the Strand; 1279|It was the pleasant Spring, 1279|And she says unto me, "Coo, coo, coo, 1279|I met my dear Kitty, 1279|On the Strand beside the Kelownee." 1279|The darning-needles 1279|Struck out again, 1279|And she says unto me,-- 1279|"How kind art thou, dear maid! 1279|How kind art thou, dear maid?" 1279|"Thou art as sad as can be," 1279|Is her reply; 1279|"And I have been sad the past three 1279|Days, and I shall be sad three days." 1279|The darning-needles 1279|Struck out and shot; 1279|And she goes on,-- 1279|"And why dost thou go to the bank to draw?" 1279|"I have drawn three lines from the wall 1279|All of the Spring," says Kitty, 1279|"And I shall draw four from the wall, 1279|From the Banks, I suppose, to-day." 1279|The Banks they stand, 1279|With the Banks they stand, 1279|In the Spring time, 1279|When the sun shines most; 1279|When the birds sing sweetly, 1279|When the brooks run running, 1279|When the winds whistle blowing; 1279|In the Spring time, 1279|When the sunshine shines, 1279|And the flowers blow,-- 1279|In the Spring time,-- 1279|I met my dear Kitty, 1279|Upon the Strand, 1279|Sitting upon a stool; 1279|And I says I have met her, 1279|On the Strand beside the Kelownee." 1279|Now you must pardon me, my dear, 1279|For what I thus have sung; 1279|I was put off when I sang 1279|Because my song was bad; 1279|But the straying thread I strung 1279|Was put on again last Sunday: 1279|And my sad misfortune, 1279|Upon reflection, 1279|Is, I never shall straying weave, 1279|But I'll song my next post; 1279|For, if too much I straying sing, 1279|I am put on again the post, 1279|But if too much I straying sing, 1279|I'm put on again the post, 1279|I take my hat and go 1279|And I go, Dame May, goodbye, 1279|To keep your heart safe with me. 1279|If a single word were said of the gentle Queen 1279|Of hearts more fond than ours, 1279|When it was given her by her children dear, 1279|I should think it no disgrace, 1279|As the English tongue can so stately tell, 1279|As we did hold it for their queen, 1279|That I should sing this song of ours, 1279|When I sung to it in the spring, 1279|It was the fairest of the green season, 1279|And our garden-ground was full of bloom, 1279|And the bowers were all new wrought in this season, 1279|For the gay Spring and fresh Spring days; 1279|So, on my soul, my thoughts did always stray, 1279|To the gay Spring, the fresh Spring, and our garden, 1279|And there was that sweet music in it sweet, 1279|As we heard it in summer and winter months; 1279|To fill this harmony, that in it lay, 1279|No less than in the hearts of our children. 1279|When the spring comes in ======================================== SAMPLE 48540 ======================================== 3295|Where the river was a flood of blood. 3295|Himself had been a man; 3295|He was weak before they fell, 3295|While his body was so weak 3295|I do not know. Myself was weak, 3295|Bearing off his bones, 3295|While you stood aside and laughed. 3295|Wherefore must she be angry there 3295|Even with me, who was weak before? 3295|I told her that I could not live one hour 3295|Wherein she must be cruel. 3295|When you heard of her being cruel, 3295|What then was left to save her then? 3295|When I heard that she would let him die 3295|In that very place I had left, 3295|There where he lay, that he might prove 3295|Whom to love. I told her then 3295|I could not live in such a place, 3295|So cold and still and wild. 3295|Wherefore must she be angry there 3295|Even with me, who was weak before? 3295|I cried. O cruel, cruel world, 3295|Forgive me, God! The cruelest eyes 3295|In the wide universe have seen, 3295|And loved, his love, the love of a man. 3295|There is no comfort even in tears, 3295|When people have no faith. 3295|Is there no comfort 3295|Is there no comfort 3295|In sorrow 3295|When people have no faith? 3295|I cried. 3295|There is no comfort 3295|When people have no faith; 3295|Let them drink 3295|The wine 3295|That once 3295|Was sown 3295|With God. 3295|I cannot bear 3295|To hear 3295|Anguish cry 3295|Even unto God for pity's sake: 3295|"Why did you waste 3295|Your perfect harvest in a world where 3295|Nothing is ever, 3295|Nor know where is 3295|A place of rest 3295|From your effort here? 3295|I would make 3295|The perfect plan 3295|Of your desire complete before 3295|The Almighty Father." 3295|But my thoughts were distracted 3295|By some thoughts that are 3295|Not of the earth, 3295|But far off, out of reach, 3295|Far beyond 3295|The reach of memory's reach. 3295|I might have been 3295|The man who turned 3295|To what is good, 3295|And for whose love brought all the way 3295|That he had reached me. 3295|I thank your grace and patience 3295|For keeping me 3295|Free from all that might have been. 3295|There is need, says he, 3295|In prayer to find 3295|What he had lost, 3295|And then again regain the treasure 3295|That was gained by pain. 3295|There is need, says he, 3295|But not the pain 3295|That comes not back, in the long run, 3295|Nor ever can. 3295|We are not of the dust 3295|That we were when 3295|We found you here. 3295|I thank your faith and patience 3295|For keeping me 3295|Free from all that might have been. 3295|Forgive your patience, your trust, your trust, 3295|Your trust, your trust, 3295|And forgive your patience, your trust, 3295|The faith I have had. 3295|You may be blind, you may have no eyesight, 3295|You can not see how much you suffer, 3295|In all the love I have borne you. 3295|You may be weak, you may have no strength, 3295|You cannot move in all the ways 3295|That seem to you to most appertain. 3295|You can not give in, in silence, 3295|Until your heart must feel again 3295|The strength you had then. 3295|I might have written, I may have cried, 3295|I might have cursed my own weakness, 3295|To gain his love you only can, 3295|And not to get his shame ======================================== SAMPLE 48550 ======================================== 29700|To the wild-wood far away. 29700|In the wooded hill to-day, 29700|Where the squirrel calls and whines-- 29700|Away from the busy mart and the busy mart-- 29700|In the glistening forest's thickest shade, 29700|We had heard, with our eyes trained in the song, 29700|A messenger from the wild-wood's breast-- 29700|To summon us when the evening died. 29700|The voice that sent us forth comes from the far, 29700|Far North, and the words that fall on our ear, 29700|Heard 'mid the birches, clear and far away, 29700|'And come away when evening dies.' 29700|'Come away! come away! 29700|Where the water runs free; 29700|Where the red deer bound the hill; 29700|Where the forest flowers bright 29700|On the banks of the far-famed stream, 29700|And the lake hath gold at its core; 29700|Where the sun and moonlight shine 29700|On the slopes of some wild wood. 29700|Come away! come away! 29700|Where the water runs free. 29700|Where the red deer bound the hill. 29700|Where the forest flowers bright. 29700|Come away!--come away! 29700|Where the water runs free. 29700|Come away; come away! come away! 29700|Come away! come, come, come away! 29700|Come, come, come away! 29700|Come away! come! come, come! come away!' 29700|'Come, come, come, come away! 29700|Come away, come! come! come! come away! 29700|Come away! come! come! come! come away!' 29700|'Come, come, come, come away! 29700|Come away! come! come! come! come away! 29700|Come away! come! come! come! come away!' 29700|'Come away, come away! come away! come away! 29700|Come away! come! come! come! come away! 29700|Come away! come! come! come! come away!' 29700|So in the forest's sweetest shade 29700|There stood, of every day and nigh, 29700|A pleasant house, that called to mind 29700|The voice of the wild winds that blow 29700|From the great heart of the Lake of Liger. 29700|It was a little home, so gay, 29700|That made the wood and meadow smile, 29700|The air and the forest, warm; 29700|Yet with an inward sorrow knew 29700|The home from which it tore away. 29700|The window open lay, and through 29700|The house was brightened by the wind, 29700|Whose motion fell on every side. 29700|The cottage, 'midst the fragrant flowers 29700|That round the porch and roof were spread, 29700|Looked o'er the water, and its door, 29700|Smiling through its little bowers, 29700|Broke into flowers--for 'twas so, 29700|And made a place of rest each day. 29700|Beneath its eaves a garden lay 29700|A lovely spot and quiet home, 29700|While on the window sat to view 29700|Its picture,--and its picture drew 29700|The eyes to look upon the house. 29700|"There is a sweet, a sweet"--the maid 29700|Felt the fresh joy of her young lord; 29700|The garden bloom made an oasis, 29700|And Nature did her work so well, 29700|That in the midst of nature's mirth, 29700|Grief was like a little cloud of heaven, 29700|And the maid found happiness no less 29700|Than where she had been so before. 29700|"He hath no heart for play," said she, 29700|"For the light heart that is for me!" 29700|No more she sighs; and when she hears 29700|The hum of her merry maids, 29700|She sings,--she sings a lullaby,-- 29700|That still and sweetly springs to life 29700|And seems a part of her young Lord. ======================================== SAMPLE 48560 ======================================== 1287|And the same day that I was laid in the grave, 1287|I was also stricken full oft and I knew not 1287|How the old man had died. 1287|This night to my bed I shall rise with my head 1287|After my waking, and I will to your bed 1287|In such manner shall be brought that in spite of the devil 1287|The night may not be long; for of him I'll be sure 1287|And of none will a part, and I'll make a trial 1287|Of him, as the ancient custom is of old. 1287|How can ye know the devil, ye who thus depart 1287|In darkness? But how can you not return in due 1287|And the night, ye who slept so long; and ye 1287|Who have a spirit that, all out of joint, 1287|Falls in the darkness; that, ye who have so little; 1287|That, ye who have so little; and that, ye 1287|Who have no part in this world, and there is no need 1287|For your great souls to have anything to say 1287|To mortals; that, ye who have so little, yea, 1287|Yes! and that, I will swear by the memory 1287|I have of Christ the Lord to carry you on 1287|As far as your soul, and to lead you to Him. 1287|I knew that I had reached the goal 1287|And I had travelled up the steep. 1287|This one had come to me, 1287|Here he lies on the shore, 1287|This is his old comrade, 1287|But he did not know I'd come. 1287|The next one I see, 1287|So the story proceeds; 1287|I hope, his life shall end. 1287|Here's a hundred kisses I give him, 1287|Here's a thousand, yea more, 1287|If the word comes to "go," 1287|I'm as happy as a regimental chaplain. 1287|I think 'tis the best he can do, 1287|The third you may read. 1287|And now I'll tell you the fourth, 1287|That he well may please you. 1287|Away, my dear, away, 1287|This fool's opinion takes me. 1287|The man you see there, 1287|He's too much like a fox. 1287|He's the best of mortals 1287|That a wink can mar. 1287|A look of this sort 1287|Is nothing but presumption, 1287|Who knows what is the real thing? 1287|That man's a fool, and he likes to be. 1287|It happened once in a tavern 1287|When a party were drinking at morn. 1287|I was standing near, and heard a voice, 1287|Like a loud drum, filling the place; 1287|The wine was in my hand, and he was at head, 1287|And his lips were all open, too. 1287|As soon as he saw me, he took it thus, 1287|And in his turn looked round and saw me, too. 1287|To his help too quickly an old man came with a bottle 1287|And the party were in a happy plight. 1287|He spoke the speech of the wise men, 1287|"Pray you, my dear fellows, 1287|That come this way are not at all in the wrong, 1287|For all are brothers in need. 1287|One needs but little to serve and myself would, 1287|If any, assist you this way." 1287|Then he placed in my hand the bottle. 1287|They did as he said. 1287|I stood, and to ask why he did it, 1287|He said: "What, I you question, 1287|Is done by others' hands I do not care, 1287|For me, what is gone?" 1287|And to me: "The same as when the world began, 1287|We used to make the world divine. 1287|"Nowadays, to keep ourselves from a quarrel, 1287|We take a care not to injure a brother, 1287|Whereby the body must be strengthened, 1287|Be it ever so long." 1287|Thus I said I wished my voice would ======================================== SAMPLE 48570 ======================================== 18396|And to the side of the dale, and there I met 18396|The lady of the dale that seemed to grow to me!" 18396|"Oh, what shall we do! 18396|The night is dark, the day is far away; 18396|When shall we meet again?" 18396|"Let us ride by some green stream, by some cool glen, 18396|When summer sun is warm in yon tuft of heather." 18396|The lady of the glen, with laughter high in air, 18396|"Let us to that house, for I am sure it is there!" 18396|We to that house, and in the porch did we sit, 18396|And drank the liquor, and ate the bread of wheat; 18396|We sate and drank, till there was no more room to bow, 18396|But I was fasted by my Lady's mother--she? 18396|Oh what shall we do, when he is fast in fire! 18396|Oh what shall we do ere he burn like me! 18396|"Now that I think of it, he has lost both his life 18396|'Neath the sword, and his wife, and their two sons by three!" 18396|_A lady in the greenwood sitting_. 18396|"A strange matter, lady; 18396|He has lost his life and two sons, 18396|And they are three myself I ween; 18396|And he has lost the purse full and neat 18396|Which the housekeeper was to fill, 18396|And there is none to give it to him but she; 18396|And yet, for all this, he will not long delay, 18396|For there's a pretty lady, Nannie, dainty nymph!" 18396|_A lady in the greenwood sitting_. 18396|"A strange matter, lady, why dost thou sit? 18396|Why dost thou sit and weep? 18396|Now the summer sun is warm in yon tuft of heather!" 18396|_A lady in the greenwood sitting_. 18396|"O why should a lady sorrow-- 18396|Why should a lady sorrow? 18396|I have sworn a solemn oath, lady, 18396|That she shall wed with Nannie, 18396|And the purse will stand and ever be tight, 18396|Until my Lady of the Lake comes wooing thee!" 18396|She took the purse the maidens fill; 18396|She laid it at his feet; 18396|"Now hear thou, my lady mine, to my heart's dismay, 18396|And know thou, my lady mine, thou art a wife!" 18396|The lid is opened, Lady, the purse stands clear: 18396|"Come tell me, ye gallant gentry, what ye think of me; 18396|But I can answer nought but "Wife and thrall!" 18396|"I will have none women but those two maids," 18396|"And I would not marry who are not a lady's dame. 18396|My daughter shall be the only widow 18396|That I have left--my eldest daughter--a wife!" 18396|_And the lady in the greenwood sitting_. 18396|"This is shocking, lady, this, and nigh miraculous; 18396|That he in this condition should live, 18396|I swear there must have been some strange accident; 18396|I was in strange company yesterday, 18396|But now I've nothing but a lady's husband here." 18396|"Nay, you will not have any such things here!" 18396|The lady said; and she made to leave the green, 18396|To go to the church and be married--and nay, 18396|She turned away her head, she turned and began to sing, 18396|And all the people, with laughter loud, began to sing it; 18396|"My bride no longer will wear a garter, 18396|And no more, by any force, will I take 18396|My father's iron key, whate'er it be, 18396|And my husband's sword, whate'er it be; 18396|Nay, nay, for by such a thing I'll not be beguiled." 18396|"No, my dear fair lady, we all know that, 18396|And I'm quite sure that my ======================================== SAMPLE 48580 ======================================== 27781|And now we’ll ’ave fun, sirs, in’is niver way; 27781|We’ll daunce till the moon should go o’er the cee, 27781|And tell the folks how this man was found, 27781|And all will say ’tis a sad tale to hear. 27781|But tell them he was found in ’s fair nade, 27781|And in the churchyard, where he’d long been laid; 27781|For all will smile as they hear the truth, 27781|And all the crowd will say, ’Ain’t you no play! 27781|“I was ’neath the gallows, you know,” 27781|And on my back was laid: 27781|I had a gun, and a sword, 27781|And a good stout hand. 27781|Now this young man was a soldier true, 27781|And had many horses, and twenty guns, 27781|For ’emmenation of death; 27781|And every one said, ‘By my wood, 27781|This was a bold boy to dee.’ 27781|But when this young man found his fortune run, 27781|To make a poor girl rich in a short space, 27781|He resolved ’twas to make his master cry, 27781|It was his proud, proud plan; 27781|To rob him of his money and his chace 27781|In the prison yard. 27781|He took the key, and, “Well, well!” 27781|He cry’d, and put it in the lock; 27781|“Thou little dog! thy master is in direst need 27781|Of thy good dog! to thee, ’tis surely meet 27781|That he should die in his peril; so let him 27781|Go up into the tower; 27781|This old bad dog shall be found out, and brought 27781|To the most notorious pen. 27781|But the girl that had heard 27781|Thou’d proved thy valiancy, 27781|Thou could’st not be kept longer in suspense, 27781|“So I’ve thought what I’ll do: 27781|So to speak I’ll take him down, 27781|And there he’ll be found out, 27781|As soon as thou canst speak: 27781|So the most dreaded pen 27781|I am bound to you’ve seen.” 27781|Now the young man stood there, 27781|And waited his fate in waitin’d vain; 27781|So the good folks came, and in by the road, 27781|He wished he ’twas in the pen. 27781|And out they took him, and placed him in a cell, 27781|The very first they could find; 27781|And a good old man put in his watch, 27781|And the dog came, then, at the last. 27781|“Now I will speak,” the gallows-man said, 27781|At the cruel sound of his bell; 27781|“So I’ve found him,” says his mistress sweet, 27781|“And I’ll speak to his master right.” 27781|And ’twas no different from the deed, 27781|He gave up both his soul and his body, 27781|In the cause of his master and master’s wrong. 27781|Now when the gallows’ bell 27781|Is hung up, in the midst of the crowd, 27781|The good old dog and his master he greet 27781|As they come from the prison gates. 27781|And it well befits the living of sense 27781|To lay them hands on the soul’s good stuff, 27781|For ’tis a thing so like to disease, 27781|And so ’tis not like that with men; 27781|For as the good living of sense 27781|May not be taken at full, 27781|So they will tell you they found no evil in living, 27781|But rather, what they found, they found plenty. 27781|As I’ve said, I know not the true cause, 27781| ======================================== SAMPLE 48590 ======================================== 26333|I knew you at that banquet-table, 26333|And you had words for me. 26333|"We are both alone. I feel that I 26333|Am better loved than you, 26333|Because you are so tender and true. 26333|For loving you I do not fear. 26333|For loving you I am the same, 26333|Only much less tender and true, 26333|Because you are so rare." 26333|And then she said with gentle voice 26333|And eyes of deep blue tint: 26333|"You look so like your father's ghost 26333|I could not choose but think 26333|I almost seemed to see his form, 26333|The ghost of him who used to see 26333|Me in my little boyhood's day 26333|And always seemed to beckon me 26333|To follow and to stay. 26333|But when I came to you, your face 26333|Was all of youth, and somehow, too, 26333|I know that you foretold my heart 26333|Was breaking. And you told me, too, 26333|That now you saw the meaning of it all-- 26333|Your eyes--were set on other things. 26333|And when I asked you why you wore 26333|A mask for me that I might see 26333|The sadness in the eyes of you." 26333|"Ah, no," she said. "It's nothing but me 26333|Putting on the mask. I know 26333|That all of magic and enchantment 26333|In your strong faith I bore it. Do, 26333|Let me comfort you how it came. 26333|Why, it's something out of fairyland! 26333|Oh, the day I would be 26333|Sitting here 'neath your sky's deep cup, 26333|Fairy in the glow, 26333|The moment of my magic power, 26333|Fairy in your grace! 26333|Fairy of the morning, fairy star; 26333|Fairy of the violet rain, 26333|Fairy of the sea-mist sand; 26333|Fairy of the far-off meadow, fairy nigh. 26333|Fairy of the garden, fairy gray; 26333|Fairy of the white-on-rose, 26333|Fairy of the little green knee; 26333|Fairy of the sweet old-fashioned flowers. 26333|Fairy on the hill, fantasy of a boy; 26333|Fairy from the nook within the elms, 26333|Fairy from the mosses on the eaves, 26333|Fairy in the meadow, fairy wood; 26333|Fairy of the glistening dewdrops white, 26333|Fairy of the tufted meadow grasses, 26333|Fairy of the cotyledon-trees, all. 26333|Fairy of the dusky-eyed hill, 26333|Fairy of the blue-gray cloud, 26333|Fairy of the brown-leaved wild wind 26333|That swings and sways, and sighs, and shivers, 26333|Fairy of the blue-gray hill; 26333|Fairy of the berry-bed moss 26333|That curls and glitters over, 26333|Fairy of the tiny wind-swept brooks 26333|That sing along the walls of houses; 26333|Fairy of the hill's high mossy brink, 26333|Where the waves break, and the tides grow, 26333|And there the little sandpiper, 26333|Cooing 'mid the blue-gray hill-- 26333|I cannot see my finger tips 26333|Rising to capture some enchanted thing, 26333|The lily-curtained garden-wall, 26333|The lilied fountain's shadeless pool, 26333|Or fairy hill with all its sparry dells, 26333|All rosy-featured and with flower-set eaves: 26333|I loathe all fairyness. 26333|"P'rhaps you might love it, darling, 26333|The magic of the mountain-land." 26333|I have heard the forest-birds sing these words in summer-- 26333|"P'rhaps the mountain-goddess and the mountain-bird 26333|Love have made the ======================================== SAMPLE 48600 ======================================== 24334|In the fair morning air, 24334|The sun was shining clear and cold, 24334|Upon the road to Bury. 24334|He stopped one morn at a house-- 24334|Its roof was mossy-matted, 24334|The walls were green-striped with moss, 24334|The roof with briars was stained, 24334|The floor was old with straw, 24334|Yet the roof was mossy-matted 24334|And the walls it choked with boards, 24334|Yet moss was on the chimney 24334|And briars were on the walls! 24334|The pines, like giants on a throne, 24334|That overhung the chimney-tops 24334|In all the boughs bespangled, 24334|Stood round and round each window, 24334|Then in--they made a line 24334|Of a circle round the doorway, 24334|And--and the windows they closed! 24334|A year was already passed, 24334|And his two mules had failed him, 24334|And his hounds at hame had failed him, 24334|And his last great burden met 24334|A week after, as you see. 24334|His sable mare had failed, 24334|His mules had failing been; 24334|And his hair, like a sea-mew's wing, 24334|Had gone to make a shell-- 24334|But she ne'er rode out, that day. 24334|Her hair would not come off! 24334|He ne'er turned round for a ride-- 24334|And his boots and his coat they were gone 24334|Before he'd heard them beckon. 24334|She was gone,--the last one left,-- 24334|The last one of her race-- 24334|The last of his race, in course,-- 24334|He ne'er left Bury Green! 24334|But he heard the hosses neigh 24334|While his hounds were at rest; 24334|And he heard the echoes bark, 24334|Where the ground's crust was warm, 24334|And his soul was quick with cheer; 24334|And a feeling of relief 24334|Like a flood swept outward all, 24334|As the hounds in his heart were gone, 24334|And his mule came reeling down 24334|Past the firstpost with a crack; 24334|And with his master's smile 24334|He set out from Bury Green. 24334|On the road before him went 24334|A mule with strings of beads,-- 24334|A mule with strings of beads! 24334|And to keep out of his way 24334|The driver laid his hand 24334|Upon the bridle-rein;-- 24334|The driver laid his hand! 24334|From out the open field afar 24334|He neared at last a gate;-- 24334|He neared at last a gate! 24334|Then the driver opened it, 24334|When one of them drew near 24334|With a bound--and he heard 24334|Two sharp hoofs on the stone 24334|Of a stable and a floor 24334|Of soft-thrust horse and yoke, 24334|Then a gasp from all the crowd 24334|Of faces caught and dim,-- 24334|Two sharp hoofs on the stone 24334|Of a stable and a floor 24334|Of soft-thrust horse and yoke. 24334|The yoke stretched from its clang 24334|Through the stable roof: "Stand out!" 24334|The driver started through 24334|The open field and up 24334|Beyond a bridge that hung, 24334|As long as the wind that blew 24334|Unto a bay in heaven,-- 24334|Then a gasp from all the crowd 24334|Of faces caught and dim, 24334|When he'd heard from all the crowd 24334|That two of his horses had strayed, 24334|And one of his yoke had clomb,-- 24334|Then a gasp from all the crowd 24334|Of faces caught and dim; 24334|And his master turned to him 24334|And cried--"The one that's strayed 24334|Will never get back to ======================================== SAMPLE 48610 ======================================== 19221|The dew is falling fast, 19221|And the leaves are burning white, 19221|The leaves are falling white. 19221|Now it falls, it falls, 19221|One and one make two, 19221|Make ten and yet one, 19221|And one and one make two, 19221|To make two and yet one, 19221|To make two and yet one. 19221|We are weary poor lambs, we are weary poor lambs, 19221|How should we go to market when there is none to go to? 19221|We are weary poor lambs, we are weary poor lambs, 19221|Not a one to call his own, not a one to call his own-- 19221|None to barter passes by, none to barter passes by 19221|So homeward back returns our poor old mother--cold and dead! 19221|Now the market is in session, now the working groups-- 19221|Group about eggs and pancakes--sappage and beans and bread, 19221|Firm-set with over-covertional eclatches o'er their hats-- 19221|Sallies to sell the last fresh timbers of their wares at bay. 19221|How they quiver, quiver 19221|At the quick drumming of the master, 19221|And they quake, they tear, they grope and dash in the throng 19221|In the eye of the hoarse-throated master:-- 19221|"Good Heaven's day, 19221|Good cause, I think, 19221|For the uproar and the rout and the riot and the ban. 19221|Our old friend of old times, the master, and his own son 19221|Humble this time to-day, and to-morrow may go out." 19221|Now, this market in the city is a different thing:-- 19221|For the throng is peaceful, the master and his young son 19221|In a quiet parlour now, and the master's daughter. 19221|"We are poor and old, and we have wanderings of our own, 19221|Our own settlements and ports, the habit of the sea, 19221|The home of the winds and the waters, the cradle of the sky. 19221|Come, dance together, 19221|Under the willow branches; 19221|And we'll sing a song about the wild beasts of the sea, 19221|And the music of life has a magic in its birth. 19221|We are poor and old, yet our spirit is free, 19221|And we will wander, alone, and sing, and dance together; 19221|For the sea is the sea and a soul can travel with the tide. 19221|The wind hath a measure in his liberty; 19221|In the wild hurry of the wild ocean's flight 19221|A measure of time doth he measure, free, 19221|Singing as he goes over the yawning deep, 19221|With a measure in his liberty! 19221|Come, sleep, my friend, and together sweep 19221|Thro the fragrant flowers our garden walks; 19221|Or gather, with a flower to check your hand, 19221|Gather the stars with the night for your watch. 19221|Ah! the stars are as a watchword, O friend, 19221|To an empire whose great heart is gay, 19221|And sleep is the key-note, O my friend, 19221|That whispereth the night's gratefulness. 19221|To-night the air of the meadows is fraught 19221|With odours of whin, the mountain top 19221|With bloom of honeysuckle, and the sway 19221|Of silver salmon winding in the lake. 19221|O, where goes Song? 19221|Is she on the mountain by all her gay 19221|And tiny village flocks; 'mid the dense 19221|Dark forests, to her neighbour's quiet feet; 19221|Or far in the desert, lone, and sweet; 19221|Or on the sea, her flock-followers dear, 19221|Owes that their little lambs may have 19221|The pleasantest of toys;--in vain, in vain, 19221|Is Song to cheer them with her lowing tips. 19221|Song is over--she is gone, and her last, 19221|Sweet song ======================================== SAMPLE 48620 ======================================== 12241|And all the trees had wings. 12241|You ask me why I never wrote a line, 12241|A line or two at most; 12241|I cannot even when I will, 12241|Write well enough to show 12241|My thoughts have got no sound philology. 12241|Howe'er it be, I cannot write. 12241|The very devil with me, 12241|I envy ye your notes 12241|(Not that I envy you, mind, 12241|But that you so transcend 12241|Your common, human kind) -- 12241|Who hath the privilege! 12241|The sun is not so round when day is come, 12241|And not half-done with his round, 12241|As when in pomp and splendour, the dazzled eyes 12241|Look only on a round, not the substance of the day. 12241|And day is done. 12241|He saunters in, as he did, 12241|While all the world goes rhyme, 12241|And leaves to me to grafted flowers, 12241|And you to me the hours. 12241|In this poor rind, at least, 12241|Ye have preserved something of the beautiful, 12241|And yet perhaps I may recreate 12241|What the poet might have been. 12241|Perhaps it is not so very far 12241|Afield, to overturn 12241|The rind that Nature has preserved, 12241|Content without, it finds the leaves 12241|Of that immortal flowering: -- 12241|Perhaps it is not so very far 12241|Afield to overturn 12241|The rind that Nature has preserved, 12241|Content without, it finds the leaves 12241|Of that immortal flowering! 12241|It may be so. But, if it be so, 12241|Why write more than I can have? 12241|Why pay me for the praise of Nature, -- 12241|The praise of our own ways? 12241|I have no choice of fineness, -- no, 12241|Not even close to sweet. 12241|And all the better that ye spare 12241|Me the ache of knowing, 12241|Because the rind may rot, and they 12241|May have other rinds than you. 12241|Because the rind may rot, 12241|Perhaps the seed may start, 12241|And I among the ruins be 12241|And you among the rhymes. 12241|But if the rind should rot, 12241|Then I might rot also; 12241|And if you should rot, 12241|Why should you not rot? 12241|The woods will mourn your fate, 12241|The seas mourn my death, 12241|And all the world mourn my fate, 12241|But I'll not mourn it you? 12241|Ye did not understand 12241|The ways that I would go, -- 12241|I have been reading you, 12241|And I have come to read; 12241|I ask you now no questions, -- 12241|Just to be mine again. 12241|To read the ways that I would go, 12241|And take the rind once more; 12241|To take that rind once more, 12241|And write you verses of sighs 12241|In it, if you will. 12241|For nevermore to stir 12241|Those shores from which I draw, 12241|Save when some god, or some dew 12241|So wondrously blew, -- 12241|Some breeze, or some sun, or some 12241|Some breeze and sun together. 12241|And when I read your name, 12241|And when I looked upon your face, 12241|I shall not breathe again 12241|The notes Elysian, 12241|The only world in which to breathe, 12241|And write a word of praise. 12241|If I should die to-night, 12241|And you should come to me, 12241|Giving up your hopes and cross me, 12241|I shall not quiver 12241|With all the agony that I feel 12241|Because you think you love me. 12241|I would not ask to die 12241|As one might drag a corpse away, 12241|But rather let it end, 12241| ======================================== SAMPLE 48630 ======================================== 19226|"I've thought of some more for you, 19226|But to-night I'm all on ice, 19226|So don't forget her, don't!" 19226|"But," said his mother, "in God's name, 19226|Could you have thought what I'm like 19226|Should have made you so ashamed, 19226|When at church in the morning 19226|You put your arms round her!" 19226|"Come back to my mother, 19226|I'm going to be sorry; 19226|She'll think you kept her eyes on you 19226|From the tears I've shed there; 19226|But come with me, and make yourself 19226|Your mother's boy again, 19226|And the priest will bless you, 19226|And he'll tell my father 19226|He is much afraid 19226|I'll always be sorry, 19226|And why doesn't he say 19226|When you are back again, 19226|"I would rather not, 19226|But why, a hundred times, 19226|Do you so love her?" 19226|"Ah, no, no! 19226|I'm going to be sorry; 19226|Mother, I want you to know 19226|I always love her! 19226|"So now I'm all on ice, 19226|All in the streets of ice, 19226|All to the end of my rope, 19226|Where you'll see me at table 19226|With my mother and sister. 19226|I'm going to be sorry 19226|When you're back again, 19226|Or all over again 19226|Out of ice!" 19226|That was a tale of much to tell you 19226|When you are back again; 19226|And when you've put your troubles 19226|All away on the way, 19226|And are all right again; 19226|Remember the girl that had them 19226|We met on the Quai; 19226|Where we chanced to meet and turn and say 19226|We met in a dream, and knew she was dead, 19226|And stood a pensive space 19226|By the tree of knowledge--at the tree 19226|Where it is greenest, 19226|That sits over the waters, where they die 19226|As quickly as they come. 19226|She is gone! 19226|We have said farewell to her--our sweetest and 19226|Lovesome child! 19226|We have said good-bye to her--our dear lost 19226|Mother! 19226|We have sung the song that she loved us best, 19226|And with its melody 19226|She has gone from us; 19226|Though we are happy, we cannot sleep 19226|When we're all alone; 19226|We are thinking, perhaps, about her 19226|As we were wont, 19226|And when we are thinking, perhaps she 19226|Is thinking now. 19226|The little bird has left the nest, 19226|And is now flying away; 19226|Away from the mother she flies, 19226|And we will follow in her train. 19226|She does not try to hide her song, 19226|Or to make her flight fast; 19226|She says, "My pretty Lilli, listen! 19226|Listen to my pretty song." 19226|The little bird has left the nest; 19226|And out and away with her wings, 19226|Speed we and sing by her beck. 19226|The little bird has left the nest; 19226|So fast we follow to her song, 19226|That she is glad, and we too glad. 19226|We, too, are glad, and we will sing 19226|By her beck, by her knee, in turn; 19226|We will sit by her knee till death, 19226|And she will sit by ours too! 19226|All the little children that you meet 19226|Go singing away to the Great White Land, 19226|To the land of their delights: 19226|But I know a little green house that stays 19226|In the street all day, and shuts to let 19226|The very peace that people are dreaming of 19226|Grow weakly at night, and wither and decay, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 48640 ======================================== 34298|The light of hope, the hope of man's renown, 34298|Which never dies; the hope that, at a call, 34298|Sheds itself in tears like burning showers o'er woes. 34298|This was the love that, in a land afar, 34298|Unfolded its radiant wings; and, in a land, 34298|Where all had once borne the glorious cross 34298|Heard through earth's darkness, shone, in that lone spot, 34298|The splendour of a world where he was one, 34298|And felt the warmth of human feeling there; 34298|And lo, with eager eyes, in that same spot, 34298|The son of man--the father--he was there, 34298|Where all the hopes that fill the human sire 34298|Have in the soul some element of Heaven. 34298|Oh! in that spot, in that lone spot, he knew 34298|A Heaven in which the son no more may sigh; 34298|And, as with joy, the man returned once more, 34298|To take his leave, to bid his mother welcome, 34298|And bid the son farewell unto the wild, 34298|The wilderness, and all the ways that tend 34298|To that lone wilderness;--yet, his farewell 34298|He cast as one who, weary of the world, 34298|Might, to the world, the universe explore. 34298|The child from out the crowd, who, from the crowd, 34298|Might peer forth only from the solitude, 34298|Leans on the stranger, and as one beloved, 34298|His father took him to his heart again. 34298|And so, when, through the long, toil-worn miles and days, 34298|Man, weary of the world, and weary of life, 34298|And weary of the world, the traveller, saw 34298|In such bright sunlight, in such fair flower-lands, 34298|The heaven-born child, re-borne by father-love, 34298|The earthly pilgrim--like the traveller seen, 34298|The heaven-born pilgrim--through the flower-lands seen, 34298|Rises of youth from earth as pure as heaven; 34298|Its eyes bright as the angel's are its 34298|And, "Father, of thy grace," the weary soul 34298|Echoes, as to it God the gladness yields, 34298|"Knowest thou of me? Father, of my God, 34298|And of thy son, the pilgrim, who returns in prayer; 34298|O God!" the pilgrim said, and bowed his head, 34298|And as the pilgrim answered, so the child 34298|Swung to its mother's bosom--as the breath 34298|Of some great bird upon an odorous shell, 34298|The child,--till o'er the child the pilgrim's hair 34298|Closed, and the shadow fell from man to him; 34298|And as he bent his head, and knew the tear 34298|In that one trembling look, "Father," he said, 34298|"I ask not of the earth a blessing in this day. 34298|"Thou knowest of me." And as the child spoke, 34298|The pilgrim heard the voice, and knew the name; 34298|Oh! God the pilgrim was the pilgrim's son, 34298|But still the pilgrim kneeled, and wept and murmured, 34298|"Father, I seek the Father! Thou who art true, 34298|I seek the Father! Thou who art divine, 34298|I seek the Father! Thou who art good, 34298|I seek the Father!" And the man, the child, 34298|Humbled and bowed him, and the stranger went. 34298|Thus the last silence, as the last farewell 34298|Stood in the child's deep eyes, and o'er the past 34298|The pilgrim took the pilgrim's parting steps. 34298|Still it fell, as fell a soul, amid the crowd, 34298|In whom the pilgrim's hope had once succeeded, 34298|With whom, for all the hope, the Father blest, 34298|(Which is to pass in Heaven, the child's heart said) 34298|He had not loved, he had loved in vain. 34298 ======================================== SAMPLE 48650 ======================================== 1304|The olden time, 1304|The early summer morning, 1304|When the light was in the air, 1304|And a voice said "May," 1304|And a hand went out from the door, 1304|And a flower fell on the ground, 1304|And I knew that it was day. 1304|There's no rest for Death, 1304|There's no comfort for Pain, 1304|There's no Glory for to mar; 1304|There's no Fun for Us 1304|When the sun in his pride, a spear in his hand, 1304|Comes shooting out of the West; 1304|With the black bats 1304|And the owls to hush their thunder, 1304|With the frogs and the lizards to liven; 1304|And the leaves fall into the water, 1304|And the waves mingle, 1304|Weaving a charm, 1304|A charm for young Love--and we-- 1304|Singing it, singing-- 1304|Singing the song, 1304|Singing a song, 1304|Singing the song 1304|It's a long day for me: 1304|Faint and far away 1304|Is the day's for me. 1304|But the little stars of my fate-- 1304|Gleams of their light, like my ray 1304|Who knows? Perhaps they're dead-- 1304|But we shall surely die-- 1304|But we shall surely die! 1304|Hush--the green air is thick, 1304|And the grass is heavy, heavy with rain-- 1304|Shine on my love, who, all hidden, 1304|Lives in the forest high 1304|And the wild flowers come down 1304|Dancing beneath her, 1304|Wooing the breeze, and making glad the sky. 1304|Hush--the birds are happy, 1304|Wander and sing-- 1304|Oh, who knows?--who knows? 1304|Come down; 'tis summer still; 1304|Come down and be a child 1304|In a palace, where every night 1304|You lose the road and wander yet; 1304|Crowd with bright faces, 1304|Hear the merry laughter of children in the street. 1304|Hush! we will not know-- 1304|We, too, will roam 1304|In the dark and lonely way: 1304|No one will let us in. 1304|Come down, come down, the world is young and fair, 1304|And the golden clouds gather o'er the sky; 1304|We are weak, weary, 1304|All with heart-ache faint: 1304|But tell us, O you sky, how are you used? 1304|Tell us, O you sky, how are you used? 1304|You have seen us in the lonely hours 1304|When the world is all an exile to you. 1304|You have watched us in the storm and heat, 1304|Where the winds their wrath. 1304|Tell us, brave sky, how are you used? 1304|Tell us, brave sky, how are you used? 1304|You are very good, but you are old, 1304|And your days are long. 1304|Tell us, fair sky, how is it used? 1304|Tell us, fair sky, how is it used? 1304|You have seen the stars fall, fall, fall: 1304|We were always you and us: 1304|And you used to be strong, we used to be glad, 1304|Long ago, oh not long ago. 1304|Youth is gone with all the joy: 1304|Gone with all the smiles: 1304|You are no more; but when you sleep you wake again. 1304|You that were so very sweet 1304|Are now only a pain; 1304|A heavy, cold, evil weight 1304|Upon the heart you laid; 1304|A weight that none could bear, but only I, 1304|That broke my heart in two 1304|With sorrowful thoughts of you. 1304|I am weary of the strife 1304|Where I have neither spear nor shield, 1304|Yet must be either one, 1304|For you ======================================== SAMPLE 48660 ======================================== 19221|But I say, as thou art blest, 19221|Spirits of good shall follow thee, 19221|Angels of God shall bear thee company, 19221|And Spirits of Paradise shall be thy friends. 19221|And when thou art more warm and joyous 19221|Than Jove most happy in his arms 19221|Mingle thy mirth and sorrow with thy songs, 19221|And all the world shall honour thee with songs. 19221|Yet one thing thou must soon fulfill; 19221|Pray with suppliant hands to Him 19221|Who made thy shuddering race: 19221|And when thou pray'st, then let thy tongue 19221|Like ocean echoing fly: 19221|He will then teach thee how to speak 19221|That miracle to thy fellows taught: 19221|And when at last thy twenty years 19221|Have been accomplished in the field 19221|And all thy lambs have bleached and your fish 19221|Has become perfected unto praise, 19221|Then up in arms then up in arms 19221|And fight with every beast for love of me. 19221|In a fair country of the north countrie 19221|There was a king, 19221|And a lovely queen, 19221|And a troop of valiant knights. 19221|They sailed across the moors, 19221|In a wondrous galley borne; 19221|And the captain and the crew 19221|Did most truly try to fly 19221|As fast as they could. 19221|But they could not, for they were chained 19221|With strings, and had no fore-hands, 19221|And the winds did fiercely blow, 19221|And the waves rose and the waves fell 19221|Like billows on a sea. 19221|So they sailed, till they came 19221|To a land which they knew, 19221|'Tis a land of ice and snow, 19221|And a broken chain holds them fast; 19221|And they never more can sail 19221|To a far-land shore. 19221|But yesterday a deacon, 19221|A stranger to the toil, 19221|Got a bit of a car's tire, 19221|And a message sent away. 19221|And there stands the tall mast, 19221|Which would rather say, 19221|"Away, away, away, away! 19221|'Twere better, I'm afraid, 19221|If you took the road." 19221|So this message he sent 19221|To a servant not at home, 19221|"Away, away, away, 19221|'Twere better, I'm afraid," he said; 19221|"If you took the road, 19221|With the wind against you, 19221|Or the snow upon your face." 19221|Now the deacon was a good man, 19221|And the servant he did know 19221|That a boat had been cast out here 19221|To the land where all his goods were. 19221|And he was sorry to see him sad, 19221|But he would not hearken him, 19221|When he had sent him to the deacon, 19221|And begged that the deacon might hear 19221|Whether his vessel would be safe before 19221|They made for the long and distant coast. 19221|But the deacon was a hard man, 19221|And he kissed the tall mast bare, 19221|And he went to the house of the deacon, 19221|And knocked at the door. 19221|There he found his fair daughter sitting 19221|With her maids beside her, 19221|And he asked the deacon if she had heard 19221|His message of hope and joy; 19221|But the tall mast said: "Nay, nay-- 19221|I heard the message that came 19221|From a ship to the land where all his goods were. 19221|The deacon said: "I am glad to hear it. 19221|But I am come now to see you men 19221|He said: "Now let us sing, and dedicate 19221|Our choicest gifts of music and of word 19221|Unto love and kindness. 19221|So the tall mast now dedicated 19221|His choicest gifts of music and of word ======================================== SAMPLE 48670 ======================================== 2491|And love that's far too strong--it's too much. 2491|It's too much love, too much love, 2491|When you and your love are one. 2491|Your eyes are full of tears and your hands are weak 2491|And a little blood is trembling through your hands. 2491|Oh, there's something dark and tender in your eyes-- 2491|It's tender in your heart--it's tender in your heart. 2491|And the thought of your youth is in your soul like a spell 2491|And a whisper is haunting you night and day; 2491|And the dream of your life's last day is in your rest 2491|And the words you said, oh, so long ago. 2491|Oh, there's something dark, and tender that is yours-- 2491|'Tis yours, and it's tender--to love you true. 2491|You are near to me now and you are near; 2491|You were my friend, your love was my joy, 2491|And if I have loved you true you will love me yet, 2491|And if you have loved me true, though I be nigh, 2491|We'll hug, and we'll rest, and we'll rest together. 2491|When my heart is near to yours, love, in that love-lit way 2491|My soul is near to yours as ever; 2491|And if love be far, near, I'm never far from you; 2491|And you shall be ever near to me. 2491|There's a song of a love-song, 2491|And the night winds bring it 2491|To my lips in the moonlight, 2491|And my soul hears it. 2491|There's a song of a love-song, 2491|And I cannot bring it 2491|To the lips of love in his arms-- 2491|When the winds are still. 2491|There's a song of a love-song, 2491|And love's feet are swift to follow it, 2491|And when it comes to me 2491|It is never far from me-- 2491|Love is coming! 2491|I have heard the white moon in the sky 2491|Come trembling to me 2491|From out the depths of night, 2491|With dim, haunted face, 2491|And golden hair-- 2491|I have heard the moon drop down 2491|Where the shadows are cast, 2491|And the music of the stream 2491|Come faintly to me. 2491|And I've known stars, when day was done, 2491|And they hid behind the light, 2491|Like little lovers, when the day 2491|Is done, and never came, 2491|I've come 'twixt them and the night, 2491|And the stars that sang and wove 2491|A little, little dream. 2491|They are like little golden buds, 2491|That I have found in my arms-- 2491|When the snow has been falling 2491|With a tear in each leaf, 2491|They are like the breath of the light 2491|Whose golden fragrance dies 2491|Before the end of June. 2491|And the night winds come to me 2491|When the last pale rose is gone; 2491|And my soul is like the tree 2491|That is trembling all alone, 2491|And I can only think, "What if 2491|Love comes to me to-night!" 2491|I can hear the sound of his feet 2491|And the tread of his heels upon the snow; 2491|I know the last, long night was true 2491|That has grown into night. 2491|Out in the world that is dark and grey, 2491|Under the light of the dying moon-- 2491|There is only the grey and cold 2491|And the sound of his footsteps as they go. 2491|The night is in me, and I must part, 2491|Out in the world where everything fades; 2491|I must part from the life that is cold 2491|Where my soul is the only thing lacking. 2491|Out in the world I can only dwell, 2491|A lonely moon and moon-white face; 2491|There are no other eyes to see 2491|The beauty of earth in the day's ======================================== SAMPLE 48680 ======================================== 1020|That has no other world to keep. 1020|There is a strange and dream-stealing sound 1020|From where one room in the long hall 1020|Rests the tired glimmer of a lamp, 1020|And a half-turned corner lets in a window, 1020|Whose ruddy darkness brings with it 1020|More delight than a hundred 1020|Somewhat richer-coloured light. 1020|This has no place in the old hall 1020|When the red fire is full of flame. 1020|But the room is ruddy-coloured too 1020|To be lit, and it gleams in the dark. 1020|It is a dim-lit room, but still 1020|Lighting up those walls, and you see 1020|Gifts for the day that the great lamp 1020|Shines on them with its little flame. 1020|And I watch from the top of the stairs 1020|The little fire-stalls of chalk and mortar, 1020|And hear the long procession of footsteps 1020|That pass behind the fireplace-glow. 1020|I am a strange thing, for I am blind 1020|As a cat, and I'm a blind cat. 1020|But, what I care, I am not afraid 1020|When I'm in this room. I am so tired 1020|Of the small things, and I want to fly. 1020|It's quite worth living and waiting 1020|For a candle to be on the match-lit table, 1020|To light my path to the stars. 1020|My shadow is not for my eyes, 1020|But for the moonlight on the floor. 1020|I am a star-eyed nightingale: 1020|I sing in the garden 1020|And I sing in the wood, 1020|For the sun I like to sing 1020|In the open dark, 1020|And the nightingale is its name 1020|Who sings with me. 1020|My shadow is not for my eyes, 1020|But for the moon's blue night. 1020|I want to be a star 1020|Whose song for me, 1020|In that mysterious place 1020|Is music so soft-sweet, 1020|That I sink into it 1020|I cannot bear to see 1020|The little flower-pot 1020|That is lying on the floor 1020|Because it is heavy. 1020|I would lay it on its hinges 1020|And break it under the feet 1020|And I will lie on its foundation 1020|Till the sunbeams, coming here, 1020|Are melted into stars. 1020|It is full of petals, 1020|But the grass is not. 1020|I keep a garden of flowers, 1020|But no grass! 1020|I am a child who is full of fun, 1020|I wish 1020|That my bed was a flower-bed 1020|And a flower-roof 1020|Of the sky. 1020|I want to be the moon 1020|Whose bright eyes shine 1020|Through the mist 1020|Like gold. 1020|For I am so strange to the world, 1020|So I never will make any noise, 1020|But I wish 1020|That my little steps would always be 1020|Bending down, 1020|In the open. 1020|But now my playmates are here, 1020|And my dreams 1020|Will be all changed for the best. 1020|If there's a tree to climb, 1020|It is never a pretty rose. 1020|The moon would be a dull, 1020|Crumpled, red, 1020|Pale, blue, 1020|Empty. 1020|It is only a little girl 1020|That's full of laughter, 1020|And the wind is always 1020|A cry 1020|In the trees. 1020|I always used to play for hours 1020|One morning at the break of day 1020|To find a path for my red cap. 1020|I always took a flower-strap 1020|And swung it across the way. 1020|To the end of the day I always went - ======================================== SAMPLE 48690 ======================================== 615|If it be so that thou thy life-work canst assay 615|As to escape death, thou shalt not lack in worth 615|To take the fatal path by thee pursued. 615|"No wish more sad than thine to meet the blow 615|Hoping to make good the chastisement done, 615|Would soothe thy memory, and not add new pain, 615|And thou shalt love me, but not for my sake." 615|Aye, with a fierce and hideous cry and cry 615|Of pain, the maiden made reply; "Forsooth! 615|Thy death is by that stroke decreed below-- 615|So that I shall be born a virgin still? 615|A virgin maiden, but I know no name. 615|Behold the man with whom I now will vie-- 615|Nor I to name him, since I love and love! 615|"And if it be my doom that I should live 615|And love thee with eternal love -- my lot 615|Is sealed, if thou should'st meet Rinaldo more, 615|And yet in such a hapless plight, the maid 615|Should die without my helping, and forlorn." 615|Rinaldo on Rinaldo smiled his smile, 615|So much her griefs at heart, at heart, she knew; 615|Nor less the woe she felt upon her face, 615|Which in another sort she canest bear. 615|She weened that she was woe, that she was bright: 615|Her heart, her life, was trembling evermore. 615|The prudent knight, that in her sufferings 615|Could more exert himself than other be, 615|Burdened with one of so hard a burden 615|Was, she with a stone-cast out of durance, 615|Placed her own head upon a chest, which she 615|Made from an ox-horn out of planks, and set, 615|If place could be, some other in that place. 615|And this by reason of a certain vow, 615|And vow that he had promised before, had waked 615|And made her feel the power of sorrows near, 615|Which made her feel as much as if she were 615|In the grave -- a sad delusion, nought; 615|And by reason of the wish to make her see 615|Of Rinaldo what she would be believed; 615|Thus that she should believe that nevermore 615|She should see face or any other one: 615|And from a stone in her that hand had flung, 615|Made a place wherein she saw him every day, 615|Wherein was shown how true his word was plight, 615|And how true in the world's truth no one. 615|On this, with such a love's regard, she looked 615|That it the damsel scarce durst approach him more. 615|The knight was silent which he had intended, 615|And with the damsel had a while the talk; 615|Till, while he pondered, with a fond regard 615|And with the wish to view the lovely dame, 615|The knight returned to her, who was still 615|At foot of the hill, and on the hill; 615|And to assuage that longing, rose anew. 615|What he so lightly would display, meanwhile, 615|A thousand other things would be displayed, 615|And would be shown in such a form as he 615|By chance in her sweet presence might have seen; 615|And such as might have startled her, more sweet 615|Thenceforth was the poor damsel's looks and smile. 615|Nor is she ignorant, nor unconscious, who 615|Was so remote, and what so loving friend. 615|It may be haply from a strange design, 615|That she, without the least suspicion, shows 615|Herself not she of such strange proceedings; 615|For she, at first, with looks most humble, showed, 615|And only did the suitors' fashion show; 615|As if she wanted means or fixt design 615|To make the love the object of her care; 615|To use a mild and civil phrase was she; 615|And, were she mute, most happy, I conjecture, 615|In her, in that or other place, a guest; 615|Or at the very least, in place and dress. 615|"But what a lie, and what a lying, is 615|Her, that ======================================== SAMPLE 48700 ======================================== 615|But his true worth was thus expressed, who bore 615|The charge of the brave damsel's safety: "Nay, 615|I am not to be trusted in an evil doom. 615|I have, nor hope, to save myself from harm, 615|Save by my strength alone; this can I do: 615|Yet not to harm thee, my dearest Lady, I 615|Must not be found in any place of board; 615|I shall be tried, if thou survive to tell 615|The name of her whom thou shalt on thy shield 615|Fulfil so well, when thou shalt in the fight 615|With me besiege the walls, my mother dear.' 615|The lady heard with anguish for her son, 615|And when her eyes the thought had of that hour 615|Brought on their memory, to this she did, 615|And added, 'Now I forego not my desire, 615|Or, if thou live, destroy me: if thou fail, 615|The word by thee shall bear,' so saying, did 615|In words unkindly swell the bitterness: 615|And of the damsel's honour thus she swore, 615|That she should by this sword's fury be bereaved 615|Of all her honour and her beauty bright, 615|That she herself should live in sorrow sore. 615|When he, who knew her well, had heard this word, 615|(That she should die erewhile by battle slain) 615|And that against him her name should be brought, 615|Then, where of her, in all the city's eyes, 615|No trace was left, his courser straight forsook. 615|He through the outer gate (where many a knight 615|Was cased) through three and four and five passes 615|His courser, with the martial maid before. 615|But who the gate would raise, of none was known. 615|At length to the inner ward it he descries, 615|And to the pommel mounts his courser's head. 615|The maid, who ne'er had known this cavalier, 615|Curses the messenger, and with deep lament 615|Her beauty's splendour, o'er the dusky plain 615|For ever laid the damsel's light in shade. 615|She cries, 'He will do thee honour, would he durst, 615|But in my face he would not look so near; 615|To look on thee would be but like kissing, 615|So fair a lady' -- to kiss thee were doing, 615|Or kissing 'twixt a man's bosom and breast. 615|'Why should he not but look on me, who am 615|And exist with all eternity, 615|As in the same image of my sister hight? 615|And since no other mind or way is found, 615|To do his honor, will I do 't.' So prayed 615|The damsel, who without more saying, knew 615|That the great dame was lost, her beauty's fruit, 615|And that at least this guerdon of his would, 615|Through long delay, be to her repaid. 615|-- So to her father, now with weeping eyes, 615|Muses. To whom her father spake in fear 615|(As was the wont) and her misfortunes told. 615|She left him, weeping, through the forest drear 615|To distant realms; and in the city dim, 615|She went, where a fair garden was within 615|Of coursers noble, of a more than man 615|And lady, well versed in music and in dance. 615|But when she came the gates of the fair stile 615|Secure, 'twas there to view the dance, that be 615|And the high banquet that had there beheld: 615|And this fair palace, now so rich and bright, 615|Would in fair honor seem an earthly tower, 615|She, who had seen that gay and glorious scene, 615|Fearing in it a foul ill, and yet so gay. 615|She entered in; and after was that space 615|Of gates of fair pavilion, with the place 615|Where she was wont the dance to hold, and where 615|Her brother's palace once was, who was dead. 615|The guards, all armed as in days of old, and brought 615|By famous cavalier to the foreign court, 615|Stand on the threshold, with ======================================== SAMPLE 48710 ======================================== 12242|For that I thought him not so bad. 12242|No way was left for him to go, 12242|Nor any gate that lead to fame, 12242|Excepting who made trial. 12242|It was that no one should him know, -- 12242|I thought I heard him when I heard 12242|My father's voice; I was so blind, -- 12242|I hardly saw what I did see. 12242|But when I looked again, 12242|A girl was at my side! 12242|I heard her saying, "'Tis so, 12242|That you are come to-day 12242|To see your father dead. 12242|He must have grown as old as I, 12242|Or changed with so much change; 12242|Now he's young, his beard almost gone, 12242|He'd have to have a change." 12242|And as I stood beside her son, 12242|I heard her mother say, -- 12242|"What an old head he must have had, 12242|To grow so red and wise! 12242|He is not so young as now, 12242|But he must have had a wife, 12242|Or he could not have died, I think. 12242|We talked of this the most. 12242|She was so old, she was so young; 12242|The world is very old, 12242|Seeing this town, which we had seen, 12242|So many children young, -- 12242|He should have been a good old man. 12242|"He would have laughed and gone away, 12242|And left his children free; 12242|He could have been so harmless and young 12242|His father's grief to cheer: 12242|He should have stayed for us and made 12242|A new-born baby kiss. 12242|That was the time he grew too strong, 12242|And sought his father's grave; 12242|But his new-born was ill and lay 12242|And died, for lack of father's kiss -- 12242|He would have been a good old man. 12242|"God knoweth who shall mate him with 12242|This man he never knew; 12242|But he was well a little while 12242|And then is worse of all 12242|The worst of all may be; -- 12242|He would have been a good old man. 12242|"The world may never know 12242|The pain of any woman now; 12242|And all this world of song 12242|Will never know that he was born, 12242|Or that his heart is glad, 12242|Or any child or mother's friend, 12242|Or any face or face, 12242|For he had pain to hear that said, 12242|"I have no heart for love." 12242|"And why should he have one, 12242|If he was weak as I?" 12242|"But why did I not follow him?" 12242|Said the man in the desert. 12242|Said the man in the sand: 12242|"A man should be gay and chirp 12242|Like a bird in a green wood; 12242|A man should be young and strong 12242|Like the lilies of the field; 12242|And he should sit at ease in state 12242|Like a bard in a theatre." 12242|Why should he have seven heads, 12242|Or be made of jacinth and amber, 12242|Since he is young as I am old, 12242|And a man's religion is meat. 12242|The world may never know 12242|The pain of any woman now, 12242|Since the man of the desert said, 12242|"I have no heart for love." 12242|I will not ask you for a kiss, 12242|I will not tell you my sin, -- 12242|I will not tell my secret to a soul that's more dear than to me. 12242|I know the hills will never hear the cry 12242|The night will never see the cry 12242|The birds will never hear the cry 12242|That cries, "My heart is broken be, 12242|For I was broken yesterday," 12242|But why are we so sure of nothingness all the days? 12242|Oh, what's the wonder ======================================== SAMPLE 48720 ======================================== 615|And the two brethren, that they in some degree 615|Should be to each other known, and their descent. 615|This while, a warrior in the order known 615|Of the king, which still a prince's is, to rule, 615|As far was he from rank or dignity, 615|As one, who was the same but is distinguished, 615|He, while he came in view, in answer fair 615|In speaking, did appear; and made a vow 615|To pay the debt for ever unpaid and sore, 615|To her in whom he hoped much might be bred, 615|In time, in peace, his hope and joy, when she, 615|In life's last hour, to his sweet love should be. 615|He vowed, to her be wed; and they with speed 615|Proved in the following winter's snow the plot, 615|Which from the knight had found the best, for all, 615|And that he for his fault in heaven was blamed. 615|On the next day, as the knight he came nigh, 615|To his beloved, who from every road 615|Was hurrying fast, in her heart he told 615|That a full measure he within should make: 615|Nor, when she heard the vow, did she complain 615|To Him who made the tempest, that he kept 615|No portion, for herself, of her good will; 615|But, full of all good intent, in earnest stood 615|At his behest; whereupon and with due rite 615|Her love, when she was wed, and husband joined. 615|For of his grace the monarch never had, 615|That after the event, an eye or ear, 615|Nor any grace bestowed in his voluptuousness; 615|But, in the world, an example, as you view 615|Herculean Hercules in combat bent, 615|With whom, with such a champion to contend, 615|Alone he left the light of life and light: 615|Hence there to wed, for love of virtue blind, 615|She ne'er in suchlike case before had been. 615|He, having vowed to his beloved all 615|That grace was given him, by a little stouter 615|Than her by whom the deed was done was hight, 615|Nor any grace was lost by whom it was done, 615|Then to his lady to depart, and go 615|With her for France, whose land he loved so well, 615|Saved from disastrous ill, because that he 615|A lover was, to him so faithful proved. 615|I leave you, damsels, to the present strain, 615|Till more the tale unfold. But you, that read, 615|And you that view, ye, sir friends, that do all 615|As if your hearts, like the knight's, well were bent, 615|Know that I wish not for a further scan, 615|Nor that I tell the whole; the time has been 615|In which the tale should have been told in verse. 615|Yet for the time's sole use shall the verse be, 615|To explain, by many a tale, the cause why she 615|Who with such love and honour was engaged, 615|Did take on her the gentle cavalier. 615|The knight, who to the beauteous dame had made 615|Attention, on their courser stayed intent, 615|As still as when he first her heart did move, 615|Powers, through the charm that she, the beauteous dame, 615|Had placed in his, the love and homage she drew. 615|And in her goodly place, that evermore 615|Should evermore a grace or favour prove 615|By love to him, the knight with honour praised 615|As being nimble and bold in warlike art, 615|And to the beauteous damsel he conformed 615|His honour and his silence; and, in sooth 615|For her, he showed himself exceeding fain 615|To quit this goodly court, in which he lingered 615|As long as it was mid his love for her. 615|Then told the lady what in brief she heard, 615|And to a counsellor of that company 615|Avisied; how he the beldam dame had wed, 615|And had the lady in his royal bed, 615|With her with other, with the daughter dear; 615|And ======================================== SAMPLE 48730 ======================================== 1469|The old man and the infant, 1469|They were two in the motherless, 1469|The child-loves, the good-for-naught loves, 1469|The sweet little lovable, 1469|That was two in the motherless, 1469|The baby, and the man. 1469|They are sweet with the mother-snore, 1469|The motherless, all sweet, 1469|O sweet loved ones in the motherless, 1469|O sweet little lovable 1469|With the man all love. 1469|For you have seen the baby 1469|With the man, that he be no man. 1469|But for me and for you all 1469|Is a child in the motherless, 1469|The man, a baby. 1469|They are two with the man, 1469|But two with the child, 1469|They are two in the motherless, 1469|The man, a man. 1469|O sweet in the motherless, 1469|Sweet with child and man, 1469|What sweeter sight is this? 1469|What greater sight than the sight 1469|Of a man with a man? 1469|The child, the man with the child, 1469|Sweet and good and strong, 1469|What sweeter words is this? 1469|Why, the motherless have words 1469|That sweeten the sweet 1469|To make them words of rain! 1469|And they are not more words than this: 1469|The motherless love their kind. 1469|This sweet with the baby 1469|When the sweet with the man. 1469|O happy of heart! 1469|O blessed of speech! 1469|The baby sweet of the man, 1469|With the baby of the man, 1469|The blessed speech of the man. 1469|A child was born with an arm of grace 1469|And a child is a little child, 1469|A man is a man when he sleeps. 1469|I saw the little child stand and stare. 1469|A little child! and the arms were grace. 1469|A man with a child I saw. 1469|And who was it stood there with its arm of grace, 1469|And with its arms of grace stand 1469|Each on the little child's knee? 1469|And who was it on the little child stand? 1469|I cannot tell. 1469|But I have seen the arms on the little child stand. 1469|A man! a man! and the arms are grace, 1469|But who was it on the little child stand? 1469|Was the arm of grace raised up on the little child's knee? 1469|No arms of grace raised up on the little child's knee. 1469|Oh, who was it, on the little child's knee, 1469|That held his hands on his face? 1469|He had no bloody hands on the little child's face! 1469|Oh, who was it, on the little child's knee, 1469|That held his hands on his face? 1469|And who was it on the little child's face, 1469|As the palms were pressed against the feet? 1469|Was the face, as if to hide the pain? 1469|No face stood on it as he came and went. 1469|And who was it, on the little child's face, 1469|That seemed to hide its pain? 1469|It lay there on the little child's breast, 1469|The little child. 1469|As if the heart of Christ were with it there! 1469|Oh, it was the little child who slept. 1469|It was the babe, the babe it was, whose face 1469|Was all in agony. 1469|It was the little child in whose arms 1469|The Christ was clasped, whose arms were grace, 1469|Who lay there on the little child's breast, 1469|The little child. 1469|And never a tear had the woman's eyes; 1469|The tears fell down from her blue eyes. 1469|And she said, "I am his mother. . . ." 1469|And the little child said, "O my mother, O mother! 1469|That my father should be great, 1469| ======================================== SAMPLE 48740 ======================================== 2294|And his light laugh! 2294|I had not been that one month, 2294|I had not been that one month, 2294|While the great world and our small world 2294|Are growing great together. 2294|Hush, my brothers! This is the last time 2294|As they pass from us 2294|To leave us in the gloom, 2294|Let us gather up the old memories 2294|And bring them out unto light. 2294|Let us gather up the heart-strings 2294|That are in their graves, 2294|Let us sing to the old time cadence 2294|Of our own youth as it glows. 2294|Let us sing to the old time cadence 2294|Of the old time of our own youth, 2294|Which is a glory in song, 2294|And the glory of life. 2294|Let us not mourn our own youth, 2294|Let us not weep our own youth, 2294|Let us gather up the old heart-strings, 2294|Which are buried now. 2294|Let us sing to the old time cadence! 2294|Life goes like a thing 2294|Out of sight, out of mind; 2294|It comes at last o' the Spring, as of old, 2294|In the springtime of youth! 2294|It comes in the Spring as of old 2294|When the stars were gleaming, 2294|When the earth was so glad beneath our feet, 2294|And the birds were singing. 2294|When the world was a garden of grass green, 2294|And the skies were of crimson. 2294|When the earth was so cool beneath our feet. 2294|And the birds in the branches 2294|Laughed like a river and the sky was of gold. 2294|When we lost our parents in infancy 2294|And the world was not given to us, 2294|When the grass was a-shining and the sky was of blue, 2294|And life and its beauty were nothing to us. 2294|There were no joys to be had, 2294|There was no joys to grow, 2294|Our feet in the path were not set in stone, 2294|And we heard no other road. 2294|Yet there were such a few days that we knew 2294|That life was not given us, 2294|But offered to us, with no price 2294|Which we must not endure; 2294|That we could not eat, but there was bread 2294|And wine in the bowl; 2294|That life was but bound up in its song, 2294|Whose glory was the heart. 2294|And the oldtime days of good health, 2294|And the light of our Father's love, 2294|Of the hope of heaven that is everlasting, 2294|Are all forgotten in the age of thrift 2294|And the strife for the golden chain: 2294|The days of gladness, when we were beautiful-- 2294|The sun was shining! 2294|And a star was shining, starward in the sky, 2294|Who shone upon each day. 2294|O days of joy and light! 2294|O days of song and light! 2294|When we looked beyond the stars with the light of their sight, 2294|A light of grace and of love 2294|Who said, My Father gave me from Thee 2294|The wisdom that is mine. 2294|When the old world fell away 2294|Into the grave, and the grave 2294|Came under the old world, and the old world said, "Haste on forth, 2294|Who will keep you safe," 2294|When all the young things were napped away 2294|And the young things slept on through, 2294|When the young things smiled and laughed, 2294|And the old time went. 2294|I think I should like a bird, 2294|With the wings of a bird on his wings. 2294|I'd like to have him talk, talk, talk. 2294|I think I should like him walk 2294|On the top of a hill, 2294|And climb down in the water, and walk on, walk on, 2294|To the end of the world. 2294|I think I should like ======================================== SAMPLE 48750 ======================================== 12242[vii] 12242|"But aye my heart is thine -- I give. 12242|O Lord, who hast made me man! 12242|'T is only a shadow, blown 12242|To stir the darkness, dim and small 12242|Beneath the golden sway -- 12242|'T is my heart that cannot rest, 12242|But with itself it ever swells; 12242|'T is I who kept on shining 12242|Beneath the shadow of sin. 12242|"O give me more, for I grow weak!" 12242|I cried at sundown to the Hills. 12242|They gave me more, and still -- 12242|The shadows never throng so gloomily, 12242|And still I grow more weak. 12242|O give me more, for I grow weak! 12242|O give me more, for I grow weak! 12242|For where the silver river gleams 12242|My fainting spirit skips. 12242|I see no more the silver river, 12242|Nor catch a glimpse of dawn, 12242|Nor dream of silvering ev'ning waters 12242|Till I am dead and cold. 12242|O give me more, for I grow weak! 12242|O give me more, for I grow weak! 12242|Thou knowest, Lord, thine hour is come 12242|To lift the pang of all thy debts, 12242|And all thy sorrows part 12242|With those thou leftst on the desolate desert, 12242|Thine alien children left 12242|To wail in the wilderness. 12242|The songsters of the air 12242|No longer sing beneath the sun, 12242|Nor croon to him their lonely song 12242|On grove or tree-top high; 12242|For lo, the golden beak they shed 12242|And mourn with wings outspread 12242|For that they may once more go forth, 12242|Their winter haunt, and meet 12242|The warm affection of the light, 12242|The freedom, and the light! 12242|Yet as of old, with joy and winnow 12242|The summer-heeled and trailing tail 12242|Brings fragrance, as the breeze, 12242|Into the grove we hear it blow; 12242|And as the water mingles sweet 12242|'Twill reach the pool where dwells 12242|The fawn in whose soft flank we see 12242|The whiteness of the dove. 12242|And even yet, when all the birds 12242|Have sown the honey-moon through space, 12242|And summer and the winter nights 12242|Are lengthened by the days, 12242|The fawn, the water and the sun 12242|Still find us longing for the moon, 12242|And, floating in unclouded seas, 12242|We catch the warm caress 12242|Of eyes that look not back for aught 12242|Till heaven has given them aye 12242|The life to know the mystery 12242|Of coming things; that they may not fail 12242|With uncharted tides to flow 12242|And be a death to dying men. 12242|O Father that hast made me so! 12242|Oft hast thou given me a part 12242|In all the works of Love, so 12242|Man has his day and part. 12242|I would that I could understand, 12242|I would that I could grasp, 12242|For a swift breeze may sweep the sun 12242|Ere half the race is won, 12242|And I would dream that I were he 12242|That runs, the white with rain, 12242|His lonely goal ahead, 12242|Along a lonely coast -- 12242|There may I rest from all his need, 12242|A bird on warmest wings, 12242|And hear the storm-thrush sing. 12242|I would that I were he that runs, 12242|Along a lonely coast, 12242|Man has his day and part. 12242|God keeps his word. With heart and lips 12242|And burning earnest will he speak -- 12242|That will with heart and soul agree 12242|In keeping with the day, 12242|In the grim embrace of ======================================== SAMPLE 48760 ======================================== 20|Hast thou now seen the Serpent, and the play 20|Of evil spirits; what they do and say, 20|Disturbing not, easy to reverse or free 20|From Evil, if so guided, through this Rock 20|And Pit as we have been led thitherward? 20|To whom thus Michael. If thou didst fall 20|Into this vice, thou didst not well appear 20|Mortal to those who saw thee; God said be bold, 20|Be male, thou beast, and thus escape thy self. 20|But still on this point here pause, and think how slight 20|Are all things now, if thou refuse to fall. 20|Assured so many spirits avaunt thee scorn, 20|With black or grey, thou dost not differ more 20|Than if thou stood on th' perpendicular, 20|And sterest the rock, or else on the hollow 20|Of the stump; then darkling didst thou shine, 20|Caught by the cross or hook, or on the water 20|Stingingly plungst thee down by many a burn, 20|Like as the little lubbice of the Snake 20|Tripp'd t'other way. Yet both are paths to purblindness, 20|Which I have power to sever, thou and I, 20|Or she or I, lured hither from that place 20|Where I was born, whence thou and thy progenitors 20|All fell: we fell, and what to us seems darkness 20|We wended to the other side, the face 20|Of God or Power or Spirit, or the Spirit 20|Or Door through which we pass to God. This place 20|I never yet remember, nor have been 20|Since I returned; but having powers of thought 20|And sight, I can recall but sparsely, and not 20|For ever. This place I call, because the name 20|Of that great eminence from which I sprang 20|Leads to this particular rock, the seat of my 20|Presence. There by the dim-wooded creek, methought, 20|I crossed thy shady garden-walk, which now 20|Is as it did when I was heretofore 20|The centre of the wide world: thou wilt tell 20|How I escaped thence, and how far I strode, 20|When here I speak not, but with light fluid feet 20|Pursued, now downward, now forward, where I passed 20|Many days, and now between either hill 20|That border, which the greater height enclosest, 20|As one re-risen re-inspires the winter's gray: 20|At length arrived, and by this narrow fen 20|Curious to foot and unknown to prospect, 20|By this strown Grass-hill, which o'erbrims the bank 20|(As that which cleft Thebes the Atlas), methought, 20|I was not far from th' Ætolian island, 20|Or Erymanthian Cape, near Argolis named: 20|There in my new courage new, I overset 20|The beast, as thy pilot, Antigone, 20|Who more than once defied; and beating back 20|The frayll of the Nereids, that advised 20|Abruptly, and broke off our working long 20|Above the sea, I scaled the rugged steep 20|Which climbs the top of Po. There, as I have told, 20|Far as mine eye could wind, I saw the crowd 20|Of heavy creatures, on who set foot Sore. 20|Soon as I stood on the other side, I saw 20|Demeter with her acorn-basket builded, 20|Who with the golden-throne of Olympus holds 20|The offering of dry acorns, and sacrifices 20|On Olympus, in the other world: and thus 20|Into the hollow of his arm is thrown 20|The massy stuff, that with the weight supports 20|Evadne's shoulders; she, as leal as air, 20|And as immovable as stone, though shorter grown. 20|Then came we nigh, and standing on the height, 20|She spake, and courteously begun, imploring 20|Thine spiritual grace, that so thy speech might heighten 20|And make thy wise head pleasing to the sight. 20|"Lift up thy head: I pray thee by the ======================================== SAMPLE 48770 ======================================== 1418|The wind has caught me, 1418|Blown out of the windy sky 1418|From a thousand years of folly! 1418|What shall I do with my life? 1418|What hope? What? 1418|Here's the water and there's my house 1418|If you'll let me. 1418|What was this thing you made me, 1418|A song? 1418|I've a poem, yes, 1418|But what shall I sing? 1418|What shall I say if I should die 1418|And nothing were left to you, 1418|Nothing to see to cheer me 1418|But mountains and songs unsung? 1418|I have built myself a house 1418|With a garden of grass and a water spring 1418|On the farther side. The wind blows hot. Now 1418|That garden is crowded with singing bees, 1418|And all the birds sing there. So do I. 1418|I am very tired. I am old; 1418|I will lie down and rest. 1418|To-morrow, when we meet 1418|The world will shake with mirth, 1418|And all the fools will laugh 1418|At what I have toiled for. 1418|A poem I can write 1418|To give my house a name, 1418|And so build me a fame 1418|Beyond my home and land. 1418|You will not see me dead 1418|To-morrow. No; my eyes 1418|Are dim with tears. I shall dream 1418|When I have lived to see the world shake 1418|With mirth. 1418|For you were the one I sought, 1418|And you shall be the only one. 1418|I will forget for aye 1418|The moment when you went away; 1418|You are my all, and you will live 1418|In me till death. 1419|(Sydney, Sydney, when the wind drives in my boat and the ship rolls o'er the wave!) 1419|A child will sit alone, 1419|And play its silly games, 1419|But first of all the sea 1419|It doth its boat prepare; 1419|And besides a dozen arms 1419|And twenty legs, 1419|The long legs of the wind 1419|It builds for itself by oars; 1419|Then on its legs it builds 1419|A boat, and on its sides 1419|Three skiffs, and a boat of stars 1419|With bows and pennants gay, 1419|For it has learnt to sail the sea 1419|For many years. 1419|And after this it races out 1419|On the great billow, 1419|Over the green billow; 1419|And then it has no thought of home, 1419|But stands and strives 1419|For a little place 1419|In the great sea. 1419|The land is just the same, 1419|The house is standing: 1419|What are your dreams about the sea? 1419|For you shall know how to go 1419|If you should meet an old lover; 1419|And as the sun goes down 1419|He will be back again. 1419|And when the sea comes down 1419|The child will be away. 1419|It does not matter that you are old, my lad, 1419|While the sea is singing away its days, 1419|And the sun is shining overhead, 1419|Afoot and safe in the world where no harm hath happened; 1419|This is the world in which I dwell, 1419|This, at any rate, is the world to you. 1419|And since this world hath come to be, 1419|As some of you know, 1419|With all its varied stories of sin, of beauty, and of strife, 1419|And the various ways that good men deal with ill, of anger, of grief, 1419|So that no one here, or anywhere, 1419|Has ever wholly understood the ways and means of doing God's will, 1419|My lad, this world is wide; 1419|There is the sea, and land, and sea, and land; 1419|And as the sky grows larger 1419|My ======================================== SAMPLE 48780 ======================================== 19|The sacred wood is all ablaze 19|With fire-lit votive incense rolled. 19|The old gods' ashes burning there, 19|The sacred hearths of peace and joy 19|Are gleaming green on every tree-- 19|On every red-roofed cottage-door, 19|And on their holy well-spring, the rain 19|Of living waters falls in songs 19|Of welcome from the godlike dead; 19|And in their graves are found the men 19|Who made the glory of the past. 19|And there is one more in the shade, 19|Who loved the land and country most, 19|His mother, and the child he bare 19|Is woman now, but in his face 19|The strength of mighty power did live, 19|That when the eagle threw his eyes, 19|In glad defiance, round his home, 19|The mighty power to save his race, 19|Like lightning from a cloudless sky, 19|He grasped his mighty spear, and smote 19|In the heart-strings of a wild deer, 19|And through his neck the fatal spear 19|Passed out into the darkness of Death, 19|Into a wide and boundless wood, 19|Into the darkness of Absalom, 19|Into the bosom of the great, 19|He left him. 19|Lo, the Lord of wars hath given back 19|His deer to rest, and he hath taken from the wilderness 19|the chief spoil of the herd. 19|For Israel's sake he gave them back, 19|The platted sheaves of the incense-table, 19|The grain by wintry drought sown, 19|To keep them from the lip of the sea 19|Out of the hand of Pharaoh. 19|How shall I sing of this? 19|Thou art not only great, for thou art young; 19|Thou art not only cunning, 19|But thou mayest speak to an old man 19|Of noble deeds he hath done, 19|And to his sons thou mayest speak, 19|For they are many. 19|Thou mayest send ambassadors 19|To countries far away, 19|To sell thy flower-crowned daughters 19|For salt and gold. 19|Thou art so wise, and so good, 19|And so sweet-born, and so fair, 19|That men have said of thee the first, 19|"If only they could wed thee!" 19|Lo, my song begins: 19|For I bring the olive branch, 19|For I bring my olive branch: 19|Of my youth I am come again, 19|To make men glad in the land. 19|I come from the land of the suns, 19|The fields of the heathen are my throne, 19|And my right hand is in the skies 19|To rule as I once ruled in the land. 19|In peace and war, from the city's roar, 19|To the depth of the desert-way, 19|I bring my war-ships, laden with gifts 19|Of olive and vine-root, and gold, 19|The gold of Thymbraeus, in the sky, 19|And my olive-branch, O Christ, I give-- 19|My olive branch! 19|I bring my olive-branch, 19|To the deep heart of Thabor, 19|And to the mighty Lord of Hosts, 19|To the very lands of the Lord, 19|I give my olive-branch, O Christ, 19|For a sign to those who kneel at Thee; 19|Thy olive-branch, O Christ, I give 19|To break the sword of the heathen with the olive-root, 19|And for a sacrifice to Thy worthy daughter, Mary. 19|I bring mine olive-branch, 19|To the deep heart of Thabor, 19|For my soul and Thy salvation 19|I give my olive-branch, O Christ, 19|And my olive-branch, O Christ, for a sign 19|Out of the land of the heathen, 19|To the deep heart of Thabor, 19|And to the Lord, I give my olive-branch, O Christ-- 19|A vine spread o'er my body in the desert, 19|With olive-leaves of the vine-tree; 19|And ======================================== SAMPLE 48790 ======================================== 3650|And now it was the dying-hours of November, 3650|Like winds that swept the dying embers of the fires, 3650|Sifted down the evening's faded crimson with dew, 3650|And gave sweet strength to the weak fingers of the winds 3650|That went about in quest of leaves and feathery debris. 3650|In a quiet nook within her house the Indian maiden 3650|Lay sleeping, dreaming all that ever was dread 3650|Within the soul of woman, when the morning hour 3650|Calls her to labor and to spend the day forlorn! 3650|And, in her hands the same sweet magic of the spell 3650|That once upon her brow was breathed in artless form, 3650|Wrought strangely fine within that Indian mother's mien, 3650|The magic enchantment of her face divine 3650|Shook with her sighs, and filled her eyes with light, 3650|Till all was changed as in a happy dream divine 3650|A bright and beauteous vision passed before her sight. 3650|"The tree is the tree, as its branches tell the same 3650|Tongue of one and hundred generations! 3650|And I--I only, a child that could not tell 3650|The name of the oldest tree by a single grain-- 3650|I only, only I only, know the first and last! 3650|"And it said to me (its tongue was as sharp as steel, 3650|And sharpest of all with my arrows but a day, 3650|And sharpest and longest of all the tongues of men!) 3650|'Oh, my child, oh, my own! the voice of fame 3650|Is near and the power of the air is strong: 3650|The tree is the tree, as its branches tell the same, 3650|Loving of one and hundred generations!" 3650|"Oh, no one else could hear her speak in the room, 3650|Nor any of all men that in it had place, 3650|If her spirit would yield herself up so fair 3650|In form to a woman as beautiful as she. 3650|But her voice was his only speech, and his only sight, 3650|And the world was all in his eyes' profoundest night; 3650|And she sat all, as it seemed to her divine, 3650|Sleeping, asleep, as the only sane thing to do!" 3650|"In her room were things that no mind had known 3650|Until it heard now, but all her songs had past; 3650|And that one one, 'the tree is the tree, as its branches tell the same,' 3650|No more was heard than he could bear, nor care. 3650|His face was darkened in a silence that seemed to last 3650|From dawn to the breaking of day, the while he seemed 3650|To hear, somewhere, a voice: for there in the gloom 3650|There seemed an image that his eyes did see, 3650|As a face far in some dim, dim future land: 3650|That one who was loved, but loved not, did he view 3650|As somewhere near and in hearing close, 3650|As something past, which he had seen of a kind 3650|That had made him a part of the world around 3650|In the way that he had known--but in a vague 3650|And wavering mist of the feeling, that had clung 3650|About all that was lovely in human shape. 3650|And the shadow of this there was in his heart-- 3650|As the shadow of a face long since gone past; 3650|And he seemed so near to it in his thought, 3650|As he did in the vision. Love to that thought, 3650|That half-remembered beauty, had given way, 3650|And the memory came of lost things and past, 3650|That, like something lost, he could never reclaim, 3650|Or draw from the mist again, as he felt 3650|As the mist of a dream-haunted sea may feel 3650|In a vision that, when day's sunshine's fled, 3650|Like a dream-flower on a sea of memory, lies." 3650|There is a poet of which I cannot be proud, 3650|For I find his melody is always the same. 3650|I know not ======================================== SAMPLE 48800 ======================================== 1279|And every pipe on ev'ry shelf, 1279|He has his list, ev'n in his book. 1279|But not, I ween, ev'n in ev'ry shop, 1279|Was ever heard the cry, "Fus lo gut!" 1279|To the pipe that bore the Queen's portrait, 1279|The Queen by a King. 1279|And the poor dear folks, the babes and babies, 1279|Are up in arms against the state, 1279|Like children that their grandmothers fed, 1279|When the Devil on High sat eating 1279|The leg-bread of the land. 1279|They've put the devil in parsons, 1279|And laid him on his back like a board, 1279|The devil can scull nor scuttle up, 1279|But fill the whole of his barrel 1279|With sweet verdure and with honey, 1279|And with good wine, o'er the board 1279|He'll pour out as much as he can, 1279|That's to say, seven hundred pounds; 1279|That's plenty, sir, but it's said 1279|That some there are, that's certain, 1279|Are waiting for the King 1279|From Sandwich, who sure will hie 1279|To hear those roaring cannon 1279|Throw up those banners good 1279|That raised the Cross on High, 1279|And now our brave young nation 1279|Is sure to have her day; 1279|And England! good me! now is come, 1279|I should say, sixty-three. 1279|And now as for that gay lass, 1279|Whose looks the nation bless'd, 1279|'Twas she that gave us here, 1279|Our country, on the morrow 1279|The song she sung was "Britain, 1279|Long live the Queen!" 1279|I sing the songs of "Britain," 1279|The song of "Britain," 1279|That was her song when she came o'er 1279|To Britain, to Britain; 1279|For it was there she lay with us, 1279|When the war 's o'er and war, 1279|O give the soldiers fame and honour-- 1279|The song and the salute. 1279|Long live the ensigns green, 1279|That proudly droops to the cannon's roar, 1279|And the colours that we have won 1279|For the Crown our country did yield, 1279|To Britain, to Britain. 1279|O give us a song, a song of praise, 1279|To Britain, to Britain! 1279|A song of hail, a song of thanks, 1279|For victories won and honour'd, 1279|And songs for those that wear the star, 1279|And those now gone to glory. 1279|Her fields are our country's soil! 1279|Her soil a refuge was, 1279|And round her hills our arms we hung, 1279|And gave them name, "the green legged men". 1279|We gave them arms to cope with odds, 1279|Against the foe fierce, and brave, 1279|And crush oppression's base, 1279|'Mongst nations of the brave. 1279|A song of hail. 1279|The "Green Legged Men" are our countrymen on the Somme-- 1279|On the plain of the glorious Somme to-day. 1279|And your "Green Legged Men" be numbered with those 1279|That fell on the fields of Orchard Vale, 1279|With the "Green Legged Men" that gave the last good hearing 1279|To the story of our nation's need. 1279|Their souls were all our own, 1279|Their deathless names our own, 1279|And they that fought on our side died there, 1279|When the world stood silent as yon tower. 1279|But let our sons, the thousands that are to come, 1279|Your "Green Legged Men" to know, 1279|The "Legged Men" that fought on the Somme, 1279|To hear our battle-cry 1279|And rally to our arms again. 1279|Ye "Legged Men" in uniform, 1279|Our country loves ======================================== SAMPLE 48810 ======================================== 2383|And said he would no longer fear, 2383|"A king is no longer fear'd a king." 2383|But when Arachne was slain, by night 2383|With her in her web-like body, 2383|This Guilford at his court did view, 2383|Of her his heart so sore was riven. 2383|So by this Guilford his way did take, 2383|As for the town upon his way, 2383|But not in due order so, 2383|Till he came to a castle wide, 2383|So that him came before or more, 2383|Which in that time was built at the west, 2383|In the time of the Pope the greatest. 2383|There stood a castle of this, 2383|With walls of gold about it hung. 2383|Upon the towers were two white spears, 2383|Of the castles of this lady, 2383|That on one side were great store of gold, 2383|And in the other were rich and bright. 2383|This Guilford, at the gates did spy, 2383|And went therein for to wait. 2383|And when he came inside the tower, 2383|Whose high and slender staircase 2383|Was built up as with needle-spokes, 2383|He said to himself a word, 2383|He took a glass of wine and said: 2383|"O here is joy for ever flown. 2383|"O here are kings and priests of old, 2383|And men who have loved this land so well, 2383|Here is their tomb that never is made. 2383|"O my Guilford, see what I see; 2383|There is a cup of gold in thine hand; 2383|What is it in thine hand? tell me true, 2383|For I would know, mine ears are mute." 2383|He lifted up his head full fast, 2383|And took a cup of gold in his hand: 2383|"O sweet my lady, this my gift, 2383|Which is the gift of our good will, 2383|My love it was that gave it me. 2383|"And thou wouldst keep it safe kept here, 2383|Because I brought it thee in thy place. 2383|Be content, and love the gift well 2383|For it was given thee for thy fair, 2383|And for thy good and for the worser. 2383|"But if thou wilt not keep it safe, 2383|And wear it in thy place here, 2383|Come, come, nor fear thy death 2383|And I will follow thee, for there 2383|We have the place most hard to cross." 2383|Thus Guilford said, and thence did go 2383|To his dear Guene in this wise: 2383|Upon the road to the castle he 2383|Came to the castle gate, that is 2383|By the river and by the shore 2383|Of the twelfth green lake; that castle 2383|And gates and ramparts were of stone; 2383|And in the castle chamber he spoke 2383|With two of his companions well, 2383|By a fair bed and crowned head. 2383|And he hath sent his message home, 2383|His greeting had been full long, 2383|For there stood the great Duke Guene 2383|With his lords in great multitude, 2383|And they were all of them well learned 2383|In arts and in the good alchemy; 2383|But he had good store of goodly mead, 2383|Whereon were many rich viands, 2383|In which that Guinevere had lain; 2383|But for her sake he loved her yet, 2383|And said that he should make her mirth. 2383|Nor yet because she was so fair, 2383|That ever she was in her youth, 2383|Nor yet that she was his first wed, 2383|But for this lass and her love true. 2383|As long as the good Duke Guene; 2383|And for this lass his love was true, 2383|Yet all things that the Duke hath had 2383|He never loved other than her. 2383|Nor yet because she was so old, 2383|Therefore it was ======================================== SAMPLE 48820 ======================================== 5408|Where my thoughts are, and my brain is not, 5408|To be with my heart, my soul and me 5408|In the air or sea. 5408|Come, my dear, for with a sighing sound 5408|My ship is going down, 5408|As a bird upon the wing, 5408|And from the ocean sky. 5408|And while I mourn my dead, alas! 5408|My own is a lonely grave 5408|Under the waves. 5408|"Thy soul will rise on either hand, 5408|I shall press one only kiss, 5408|The death I must not bide, 5408|Yet the poor soul that loved thee so, 5408|And bore thee of such pain, 5408|So close, so kind, so sweetly dear, 5408|Will be as welcome as the dew 5408|In the sun's bright eye." 5408|My very darling, dear one, be 5408|Dissatisfied with me no more, 5408|My soul is growing cool and cold 5408|In the sea of life, 5408|And only one kiss will do to me 5408|That which is more near, 5408|A kiss so soft the heart will melt 5408|With joy for aye. 5408|"Oh, may no kisses of thine be 5408|My last, thy last!" cried the maid, 5408|And on my face her lips were pale 5408|And sweet as snow. 5408|"Thou shalt have mine for evermair, 5408|And I will have thee mine for evermair, 5408|And I will have no more", sighed little Kate 5408|And kissed me. Ah, never thought I of it 5408|That I should suffer such pain while living 5408|To send such a perfect lover away. 5408|"Sister, may I go to-night 5408|With this for my companion?" 5408|"I will go with you, my fair one," 5408|Was what little Kate had said. 5408|"Good-night!" was all the maid had said. 5408|I am a little child 5408|That linger with a mother's pining. 5408|She has gone to seek another, 5408|But this is as far as I can go. 5408|"O sweet mother! come again", 5408|I cry, with plaintive mien, 5408|Casting my eyes around the room 5408|To find the mother I love better. 5408|Sweet mother, come to me, 5408|For I have lost my way, 5408|And wander all night in the dark, 5408|And cannot find my way back. 5408|My path would lead me to my own 5408|The while my baby-soul would seek 5408|The peace which it is vain to miss 5408|Upon the bosom of thy breast. 5408|"Thy dear eyes shine with tender light, 5408|Deep as a mother's are the skies, 5408|Thy baby-hands are folded bright 5408|As they were born to hold our bread; 5408|There is not one of all the band 5408|That is not pure and good and true, 5408|In spite of what some folk have writ 5408|It will be better for thee to sleep, 5408|And not to brood upon this lie. 5408|"It may be that a loving spouse 5408|Will send us food at midnight hour, 5408|And a pillow for our peace shall be 5408|Made by some witch that lives beneath 5408|The ancient walls of that strange hall. 5408|Then we shall know that our master's will 5408|Was done as he would have it done; 5408|And all our hopes shall be fulfilled 5408|That he was dear to know and see, 5408|To watch our slumbers, and to see 5408|How well our children fed the fire 5408|As he would have us do for him." 5408|And I was very sorry 5408|To leave him, and go my way; 5408|But I said, "My child, stay back 5408|Here, beneath this happy tree; 5408|And I will come, a day hence, 5408|When here I cannot see no more ======================================== SAMPLE 48830 ======================================== 2619|To make for thee my morning song. 2619|A bird upon the branch 2619|That hangs so still against the sky 2619|Stood in a daze of beauty, 2619|To see his love so near him. 2619|The songster near the branch, 2619|That smiled thus oft on me, 2619|And made his heart so near, 2619|I turned it toward him. 2619|He made his heart so near 2619|That all the woods were dazed 2619|With gladness, and he moved 2619|So slow that I was glad; 2619|For he so often found me 2619|That he so seldom feared. 2619|The songster near the branch, 2619|That lived so near that I 2619|Am near to him now, by 2619|The dazed hills of Thrace, 2619|Where never a word I said 2619|Could drive him from his side. 2619|I love to hear him sing 2619|The pleasures of the spring, 2619|And all his friends in a circle 2619|Before his tree-top fell. 2619|I love to hear the song 2619|That makes the grass grow green, 2619|And in the branches shatters 2619|The yellow rind of May. 2619|My love is not as love is mine, 2619|Nor her as love is hers-- 2619|The songster of the woodland sings; 2619|He sings my heart a song. 2619|The song that makes the grass grow green, 2619|And shatters old-fashioned frost, 2619|I would bring to thee, O dear one; 2619|Or we could die together. 2619|O Love, if love had ears 2619|And sees above, 2619|How we might rise and sing 2619|When day is done! 2619|Would it not waken 2619|Belief, above, 2619|And give to faith 2619|The strength it needed? 2619|If love could see 2619|What was, beyond, 2619|And was made sure 2619|Love would awake 2619|And hear Love's voice! 2619|Couldst thou, my love, behold 2619|The morning rise, 2619|To find and to do 2619|What night had let pass? 2619|And would love take thee 2619|And hold thee fast, 2619|And teach thee love? 2619|If thou hadst faith, 2619|And love could spy 2619|The heart of care, 2619|The hunger in thee, 2619|And the fainting mind, 2619|How shouldst thou seek, 2619|But for the eyes, 2619|The dear, blind eyes? 2619|Couldst thou but see, 2619|Sweet one, the sun, 2619|Could love arise 2619|And fill thy heart with light? 2619|Thy heart would move 2619|To praise the star 2619|That shines most true, 2619|Most moving, on thee! 2619|Sweetheart, close unto thy heart! 2619|Sweet, in thy bosom be, 2619|Sweet, but keep apart, 2619|Sweet, with a charm, 2619|That will set free, 2619|The dark and wasting tear. 2619|Sweet, in thy bosom rest; 2619|Sweet, to thy head no care, 2619|Sweet, with a light, 2619|To the sleeping eye, 2619|Lit up, as in a glass, 2619|And a shield of joy thee meet. 2619|Sweet, the day and night must yield, 2619|Sweet, thy sleep to wake: 2619|Sweet, be thou sweet, 2619|Till thy dawn of bliss. 2619|Sweet, from the heart of youth 2619|Love will rise, 2619|And the spirit of earth 2619|Rise higher 2619|Then to rest and rest 2619|On the life, the heaven's bright breast, 2619|Till the mind in joy divine 2619|Lifts above 2619|And gives back 2619|To thy heart a heaven in love. 2619|Sweet, be faithful ever 2619|In thy ======================================== SAMPLE 48840 ======================================== 42058|Where are now their joys? 42058|Why, this, they say, the sea 42058|Has no part in these; 42058|But in these, and evermore 42058|Through all the long way they go 42058|A-minding their business 42058|In far-off years. 42058|For oftentimes, as through the breezes 42058|Of night, they stand, with fluttering banners 42058|And shouting voices, and the loud drums 42058|Cleaving the air, to hear the sea-folk 42058|Breathing their terror and dismay; 42058|Then, like two sentinels, they keep 42058|Guard over their king. 42058|But who is he, the gentle king, 42058|Who on this lonely coast he finds, 42058|With rosy cheeks, and fluttering banners, 42058|And shouting voices, and the loud drums 42058|Cleaving the air? 42058|And, by my troth, the knightly knight, 42058|Though lovely and brave is he, 42058|Who walks as I show him to you, 42058|In a way, that, I fear, I see him 42058|Only as a night-mare dream, 42058|Yet, like a true gentleman, 42058|And like a king he seems to me: 42058|O, he's a king in the land of Gosh! 42058|And so it haps that by this mossy seat 42058|I sought my slumbering lord, and wept, and prayed 42058|That he would waken, and forget to weep: 42058|And, by that token, he would wake no more; 42058|But in his dream he dreamt me not a dream. 42058|And, by the token of that tearful cry, 42058|I know him, I know, I love this curst knight! 42058|_The following account of his dream appears in the 42058|_Purgatory_, and subsequent editions of which, with 42058|a preface by the late Professor Edward J. Vander Peck, he is 42058|embarrassed to say that they are the work of a mere amateur._ 42058|For, in the slumbrous hours of the morning, 42058|Though my eyes were closed, I could hear the rain 42058|On the window-pane and the casement thunder. 42058|The cows came through the milking shed to drink, 42058|But the wind was in the chimney blowing free, 42058|And the rain came dripping after them o'er the shed. 42058|The old men in the village all could see, 42058|And whispered to one another under their chairs, 42058|That I was the guest of Heaven, and they were all wrong. 42058|But on a clear night in summer-time, at morn, 42058|When the sky was blue, and the village fires were light, 42058|I could hear a voice that was singing a song 42058|Of glory to the King of heaven on high, 42058|And the clouds were ringing, but they lifted not, 42058|And the song went on apace, and the clouds were loud. 42058|So I stood and looked, and saw a figure there, 42058|Who, in a golden mantle, richly wrought, 42058|And in a golden mantle, too, did clothe 42058|Over his shoulders two broad golden scourges, 42058|That shone like holier lances in his hand. 42058|These were the sword, and the spear, and the horse 42058|He rode upon, with golden harness bright; 42058|But the horsemanship was poor--if I knew it-- 42058|So that I know not whether it were a man 42058|Or a demon, and that neither man nor dame 42058|Could draw it now. There was upon it, too, 42058|A golden gauntlet with a ruby nail, 42058|And a golden sceptre, plaited round the hilt, 42058|That seemed a weapon of the world unruth; 42058|A golden-headed harp, with a wreath of flowers, 42058|That all could hear in the valley far below; 42058|And underneath these harnesses, I wot, 42058|Were many golden things, and a handful too, my dear! ======================================== SAMPLE 48850 ======================================== 42052|The shadows grew from shore to shore, 42052|And now and again a shadow passed 42052|A-buzzing in the empty towns, 42052|Fainter, fainter, fainter, until 42052|When I saw the dawn was breaking, 42052|I murmured, "My lord, you are sleeping." 42052|I watched you wake, and then I kissed 42052|Your mouth, and bade you lie in rest; 42052|And you, my lord, you are sleeping. 42052|The hills are white from south to north-- 42052|So is the night, I know; 42052|And the sky is still, and the stars look down 42052|In a calm and stilly way; 42052|And as my eyes are heavy with sleep, 42052|I wait, with my heart a-ching, 42052|For you, my lord, you are sleeping. 42052|Your arms are around me in sleep, 42052|Your face lies warm and close, 42052|Fondling my cheek, and my body lies at rest 42052|Under your close-closhed eyes; 42052|And my head lies forward on your breast, 42052|Lazy as a flower, resting, resting, resting, resting, 42052|With my feet on your fallen hair 42052|And my head on your breast: 42052|My lord, you are sleeping. 42052|In the early fall, 42052|The grass is in full flow, 42052|The grass is in full flow; 42052|It comes again 42052|Towards the white-winged day. 42052|To your home--away, 42052|For the winter night's ride; 42052|Come once again, 42052|Come once again. 42052|O love, the storm, the storm! 42052|The winds of God! 42052|O love, the storm, the storm!-- 42052|The fields of heaven lie low on the field to the west, 42052|And the earth is a-deep with the soft blue of the sky, 42052|And over me is your face--the sea to my knee. 42052|For life's a-green with the seed of things to be, 42052|And all our time is a green-sarpent of gold; 42052|But the green-sarpent is a green-sarpent by shell, 42052|And here with a will and with a heart to do, 42052|For the world's a grey and weary gold that will not grow. 42052|The winds of God! 42052|I know the path of my feet 42052|As the path that I shall go; 42052|My path, the path I shall make. 42052|There is life and there's death 42052|And there's the end 42052|Of all that we know; 42052|But the path that I shall make, 42052|Is there for me, 42052|Is there for me. 42052|There is life and there's death 42052|And there's the end 42052|Of all that we know; 42052|But the path that I shall make, 42052|Is there for me, 42052|Is there for me. 42052|There is the world beyond the sea. My heart is weary of it; 42052|And the sea is a weary thing, because it is weary of me. 42052|For it is ever drawing to and fro, 42052|And with a tread of woe o'er my head, 42052|To seek in each for the cause of all. 42052|I am weary now of a broken home, 42052|And of old merry friends and ways, 42052|And of the world that is all too soon, 42052|And of a life that cannot be; 42052|And I sigh as I go down the path of years 42052|And I sigh as my feet step by step 42052|Toward the grave: yet more weary far 42052|To know in each that the path I tread 42052|Is not for the whole I would do, 42052|But for a part; for when it is won, 42052|And through the changing sands one is blent, 42052|The true and lasting memory 42052|Of the poor soul that cannot meet 42052|His fate as a true ======================================== SAMPLE 48860 ======================================== 13118|"This is not I," says it, in that old, staccato cadence; 13118|"I am not I," but it dances like a dance itself. 13118|I am but the dancer as it was, and only I, 13118|And this my song! It is but a dance and I! 13118|Who loves us is not our fellow--our fellow is alone, 13118|Who is not our fellow to us for ever. 13118|There must be truth to it! If it can be denied, 13118|'T is the truth that makes us one with ourselves--O child, 13118|Let us, my child, be truthless with our own selves, 13118|But even when we lie with ourselves we find 13118|That the things we dream are only dream, as you have seen, 13118|Not the things that are--you have dreamed things you did not dream, 13118|So have you not dreamed any things of love or war, 13118|The long days pass and the short nights pass with the dead, 13118|The soul waits for death, and the body for itself,-- 13118|All of us and no one one of us but self alone. 13118|There is no death, but we seek it, for it is death, 13118|And it never comes, but a strange, vague dread we bring.... 13118|All things are dreams, that are dreams. And so we seek it, 13118|And so we seek it; and each dream has its own dream 13118|And not a dream that is not a dream that cannot be. 13118|All things are dreams, that are dreams, that are dreams. And so we seek it; 13118|And, once for all, we shall find it, if we do not flee it. 13118|We seek a thought that is not a thought, a thought we seek; 13118|Tears do not drive it, as the dream we cannot forget. 13118|There is no death, but we seek it, and our search endures, 13118|And in seeking we find it, but it ends with loss, 13118|And all our dreams and longings are but a thought of self or the world. 13118|Love that knows no name is not even death; there is no birth, 13118|But is a birth, and there is no death, a thought and a desire. 13118|The dreamer, for a moment, is the lover, and I 13118|Shall ever find a word for what I call my dream,-- 13118|I know there is no death. But I shall find a word, 13118|And in that word some joy or some grief with the thing,-- 13118|And what is Death but a word of the word of life? 13118|The man who walks with you alone 13118|In the day and the night together, 13118|Unsaddened, with the soul all bound,-- 13118|Who has gone to the work of the grave? 13118|Is his place with you, O man? 13118|Ah, no! there is another world 13118|Beyond your world--be patient; 13118|Another heaven is on the other side, 13118|And the man who does not hear it dies. 13118|He who sleeps is a fool, or drunk, or both, 13118|Blind or a fool, but never at rest, 13118|And the wise men only laugh and say, 13118|"He looked and looked but never spoke." 13118|But he who speaks is a poet, and speaks 13118|Beneath the earth, above the stars, 13118|In the night and the day, on the river-shore, 13118|Where men forget the past and think not-- 13118|But never grows on earth and looks and sings! 13118|He who is always here at your side 13118|Is the one who loves you, and understands. 13118|He is your friend and your lover still, 13118|Though in death he may be standing, 13118|And you and one another are alone; 13118|And you ask with a troubled, yearning heart, 13118|"Is he coming home, is he dead?" 13118|When our two hearts are set on the same, 13118|And our two souls are linked by a common God, will you find 13118|(That God Himself has sent) an angel faithful and true 13118| ======================================== SAMPLE 48870 ======================================== 1280|And when the day of their parting passed, 1280|They rose to attend one another 1280|On the familiar streets in the same order 1280|"But no one came! A sign beside us? 1280|I saw no one pass beside them." 1280|"A sign they seemed to be not--one to two." 1280|"At last the doors, the doors of the chapel, 1280|I turned to seek the source of the noise 1280|And only found the other side coming 1280|"What was it? what was it? oh, the chapel! 1280|How didst thou miss me?" 1280|"The pew! the pew! the pew! 1280|But I missed you--the pew! 1280|_There's a God_, I said, 1280|"I looked back, and down the steps, across the floor, 1280|I saw the face which I had not seen for years." 1280|And so from the pew she went, returning, 1280|With eyes which were dark. 1280|And when the doors, the doors of the chapel 1280|Opened and saw them together go, 1280|The door behind them burst, for it was locked, 1280|And they could not draw in the key-hole. 1280|Himself sprang from an upper window-seat, 1280|And a window-pane 1280|Held out for his cap and cloak, 1280|And fled as a shadow flies 1280|Before the full light of day 1280|To where the window stands; 1280|Then fell back, and fell back down there 1280|And felt his heart 1280|Crashed against his back. 1280|"I cannot go back!" he cried. 1280|"I am tired of the world. I am tired of it! 1280|All things were the same,--this is just the same,-- 1280|All things and this day, have been just the same!" 1280|He felt the sun upon his face. 1280|He would not call for help, 1280|But he would live--and laugh. 1280|That was enough. 1280|For he had gone for a life-valve. 1280|The old thing gave him strength. And now he looked 1280|On the face of the woman who had gone away 1280|In the darkness for the wrong he never knew, 1280|For the wrong he had to live. 1280|Was she here, 1280|Or did a dream draw her 1280|To the chapel? 1280|And when the light changed to grey-blue, 1280|And they stood where the pulpit beams stood 1280|By the doors which he had once in his hand? 1280|At the cross-rail did her eyes see 1280|A tall girl, she would be a girl. 1280|Was she here? 1280|But the girl moved slowly along 1280|In silence,--a woman in terror,-- 1280|And when he looked again 1280|Down the old way,--the way of his life,-- 1280|He saw no one in all the place, 1280|And heard no sound of any feet. 1280|Then with fright at last came slowly 1280|Through the silence a voice, 1280|But it said to him, "We are here, 1280|There's no room here for you, 1280|There's no power in the world 1280|To let you flee from us 1280|For ever! " 1280|He stood upright. 1280|She stood there trembling. 1280|He had known so much! And the woman 1280|Passed on. 1280|And he tried to pray. 1280|And a dream came, telling him the road 1280|And the ways of this world, 1280|Which he himself had passed, 1280|Of the rain 1280|Which he, only he, heard. 1280|In the autumn twilight 1280|When a child had gone down 1280|To play with the children, 1280|And his mother went down 1280|To gather her hair and 1280|He would often say. 1280|"If you did not have to stay, 1280|And not have to make me 1280 ======================================== SAMPLE 48880 ======================================== 8672|"Tis all from one poor broken-hearted 8672|Invisible "scour" of a beggar's life 8672|Whose only sin was to seek pity 8672|But to have it denied" "The old man of me died of his wounds when 8672|"It was not so much the pain that came that first 8672|But the loss of the old, simple ways and ways 8672|That made him the man he was" "I have seen him now, 8672|The old beggar, bent like a beggar bent, 8672|All but two score years of his life unspoil'd, 8672|With the black, hoary hairs of the man before him 8672|All but two score and a half, who all but knew 8672|That there was one who loved--and they kept it warm 8672|In the last of life and one whose heart was dead." 8672|There's no law in love--no deed or word 8672|Of law can move the sovereign heart below-- 8672|It is felt and seen, the secret and free, 8672|Where all things else are bound by a chain below, 8672|By some one to another, in the heart. 8672|And love, the great great law, is not in hope 8672|For the end, but for the present use of life-- 8672|To clothe the body and to feed the soul. 8672|It is the life of each, and the common good, 8672|Because it serves to soothe and not oppress. 8672|Love's voice is louder than Love's breath, 8672|Or his own life, or ours, 8672|And he feels in Love's face with his own hand 8672|The life without the strife. 8672|It is the life with its peace of mind, 8672|And its pleasure, and its power 8672|Where man's own life and man's love meet-- 8672|That is all the life we live or may live, 8672|And that's the life Love gives us. 8672|And Love has given us the joy of life, 8672|And we give to him a kiss-- 8672|When the day's work is done, and the night's gloom 8672|Has faded from the sky, 8672|Then the love of life lies still in his hands, 8672|Lies with his head in his hands, 8672|As his heart's life hides its light from his eyes 8672|With its love and its rest. 8672|"This is God's truth, my fellow fellow, 8672|This His word of life." 8672|"And will Love make me proud of my fellow-men, 8672|Or proud of myself?" 8672|"Is it true that I know none but it can teach 8672|What shall lead up to Heaven?" 8672|"The Lord's will is best, my fellow fellow, 8672|So let it be." 8672|"But I know no way--my fellow fellow, 8672|And am not wise." 8672|"Oh, I am full of the Lord's will, my fellow-man, 8672|I only know Him so. 8672|"And I can but know it, and only think it, 8672|As a master knows the tools he uses 8672|In his house or mine?" 8672|The man looked up and the old man 8672|Sat silent with his face upset, 8672|As the tears came in his eyes and gathered vapours; 8672|And a little while he mused 8672|Till the poor dying soul was all absorbed 8672|In the great turmoil of life's turmoil without him. 8672|The old man's voice was husky as death, 8672|His old hands grew stiller and lanker, 8672|They trembled at life's senseless tricks, 8672|And it passed like the roar of the sea: 8672|And he spoke in his feeble voice, 8672|And the crowd ran to him, 8672|Asking where the man was gone along the street, 8672|A long while alone and alone: 8672|"God bless you, my fellow-man, 8672|And know that you are not ashamed. 8672|"He has not been to bury you, 8672|The last bereavement ======================================== SAMPLE 48890 ======================================== 20|Thus in his speech did his Celestial Judge 20|Concluding utter, so much love they had 20|For him that on the green Mountain sat 20|And saw the work of God, in person sent 20|From God, to see and declare it done. 20|Thus was the issue of their conversation 20|Then to th' Arch-Angelical Firmament 20|With thir great Sire and Daughters joyn'd 20|He came, who in his glory as himself 20|Had issue'd from that Pillared Heav'n, where now 20|Sat on an throne, King Supream Eleanrier 20|Upholder absolute, and him who 'reigned 20|Highest in honour, Lord and Master both, 20|The high Ensign of the great Chariot which 20|Drives before the Driver yeelded to the Wheel 20|Of his Eternal - mounted on the Aire 20|Supreme with all his Empresse, nor farre 20|From the high Clouds which round the Earth do ride 20|And his loud Hexameter, which sphears the sound 20|Of war and battle; which he loud proclaims 20|In all the Wilderness, to every fom 20|Above the Mountains, and amongst the Chaws 20|And Cherubim; in presence of the Graces, 20|And Phoebean Muses; and in presence of 20|His Prophet Susan, and in all such steads, 20|As the great Throne by Norman or Stuart Throne 20|was held; and other Mistress, whom to paint 20|Were no task for mortal eye; and other two, 20|Whose name is Fortune, and her Son whose fame 20|Is spread through all the Nations; him the Sun 20|halls, and him the ayre; him the flying hours 20|attemper'd with Fortunes. _Inf._ vii. 20|Such were the Heritages, the glory, Joy, 20|and Immutable decree, that held supreme 20|The dreadful Paradisal; nor was this all, 20|Thir mighty Difference; but the keenest sages 20|Of those that dwell in Solstitial Placer Lands, 20|Decisive, sole, and without Troubles imbelliest 20|Subjected he them to the like Division 20|Of Shaian (Scythians) from Tyrian Spartans, 20|And Tyrians from Tyrian Captives transfixt 20|In continual Division; nor with ease 20|Did Heav'n voutsafe: and what was then the World 20|Vast to mortal sight, to His created Kind 20|Now larger seem'd, though of a slower eye 20|Then that Desolate Earth which hee on her Need 20|Made famous: then the long alternating 20|Dance of the Second Time, and Silence instead 20|Of Capitall Rhythm, used Entertainment 20|Easlier, more persuasively, then Voice 20|Or Sound of Organ; Air, Earth, and Water, used 20|Easier, more diff'rent Use; Lakes and Rivers, Streams, 20|And Shapes of Both; Forest and Field, and faunish Shape 20|Minute, Elfin, and Mense, and Human Hair, 20|Farr shorter, and more distinguishd too 20|With Flours that linkt about his Planets skinz, 20|Eavesdropping to the Naiads and the Nymphs 20|Lucina; and with those Celestial Beauteous 20|Slated in Marble, and the Seraphiform 20|And Palamonian Skie; the young and old 20|Dancing with Transparencies, and moving feat 20|Thir Circle; and under Feet reflexion 20|Motion Magnall, and the Sirens loud 20|Thir siluera to the Fiery Falconer 20|Champion, to the Nymph Dian mov'd with Stretch 20|And poise, as on her Back Apollo trod 20|Circling the field, when now the Sun was set, 20|And darkness veild the Land: while Time had run 20|Much longer in those prime, than we to day 20|In Brockville; and the ancient Sire had gone 20|Afar, to keep the Heavens from those fair changes, 20|Which he owest in beautie triumphing late: 20|For there the Celestial Justice triumphed 20 ======================================== SAMPLE 48900 ======================================== 3238|As through their garden paths the butterflies 3238|Settling in the sun, or drifting air 3238|Athwart them, leaving golden-winged tracks, 3238|Or, folded in soft, silken napery, 3238|Tipping the drowsy dew.... 3238|And suddenly there came an end 3238|To all their joy: I wept. For I, at strife 3238|With Nature for one brief hour, had lived, 3238|And was to die: and now, betrayed once more 3238|By that unuttered call to duty, lo! 3238|By the faint echo of a dream that once 3238|Came to my ear in happier days, I stood 3238|And cried with aching heart: "O master, see 3238|These tears that flow, these broken words of pain, 3238|Are no more mine, by any chance, or intent, 3238|Than in the garden of my childish years 3238|Lay weeds neglected, till, in wrathful show, 3238|The budding rose-tree answered, 'Yea: 3238|This cup is thine: let its crimson shine 3238|To the full brim: so shalt thou bless this child 3238|With faith in all the goodness that is thine: 3238|A child of many talents: let its soul 3238|In humble service to the weak and low 3238|Be firmly rooted. 3238|Let its sweet love of song be given it, 3238|To adorn the world: let its love of good 3238|Be strongly felt. 3238|Let its love of wine-cup in the hall 3238|Be strongly felt. 3238|If it rightly watch its duty, then, 3238|There is no better service for it, I ween, 3238|Than in the days of youth to stand and serve 3238|The Master-Servant of the ripened hour. 3238|When, in the hour of truth, the hidden soul 3238|Of manhood shall be fully felt: when 3238|The spirit of the sinner fully grows - 3238|A boy, with manhood's vigour, strength, and trust - 3238|He must with manhood's self-denial fight, 3238|With the strong will to overcome his fears, 3238|And rise unto his birth-right: 3238|And then to work, and to live, and to serve 3238|His fellow-men: duty, with self-esteem, 3238|Crowning his life full measure. 3238|But the time comes when it must be that I 3238|Shall make my will a law to every power. 3238|I shall not need those whispered words of grace - 3238|I hope that they will be forgiven - 3238|To bind my heart and head, 3238|And thus secure myself from all temptations, 3238|As we have found in faith alone the sure defence. 3238|I shall not need to fear to meet with angry scorn 3238|Those people who may dare to challenge my claim 3238|Upon the earth: for I have faith! 3238|With God's own Hand I shall not need to fear 3238|Those shadowy men who are resolved to defy 3238|My might, and bring my power to nought. 3238|They may not overthrow me, they may not tear 3238|The white badge from my forehead, and affright 3238|My simple parson, but one thought more 3238|Shall charm them from me: that one word, one sign, 3238|That they shall know, when I am dead, _I_ AM-- 3238|And if they do not do it, there _is_ a way out! 3238|I KNOW a place where the earth is bare, 3238|And the sky is gray and chill; 3238|There is need of human skill and power, 3238|And the labour is long and keen. 3238|There are no hills, there is no valley wide, 3238|But only the plain's white border; 3238|There are no fields that are green with the grass 3238|With the blossom that youth wants. 3238|There is need of manhood and knowledge-- 3238|Of brains and hands and hearts-- 3238|And the thought must find a way to be ======================================== SAMPLE 48910 ======================================== 8187|"I can understand his feelings, dear, 8187|"But he who thinks himself a man, 8187|"Must see his own thoughts in a glass; 8187|"When such as ours who see all things through, 8187|"Must face a man's great feelings too much." 8187|The boy took up his pen and wrote; 8187|And all the passion and the pride 8187|Of his own self at that scene shed, 8187|As a great cloud o'ercame the day, 8187|Which might have been his only mark. 8187|Oh! how that look of passion fired 8187|And fanned him thro' that tempestuous hour! 8187|Why should he risk his soul to shake 8187|The heart of his own Queen and see, 8187|By that high hope which thro' him beatt, 8187|Her heart's, his queen, her angel be? 8187|When from a secret mountain-top 8187|He saw the lovely Ladye bow 8187|To a pride so far beyond pride 8187|As tho' she knew not, tho' she were! 8187|Her eyes were brighter than the star 8187|That shone thro' ves so dim and white; 8187|And her hand like that of some lone bird 8187|The pearl that lies in the desert's foam, 8187|When storms and tempests rage behind, 8187|Washes the pearl away from his head. 8187|When down the mountain's steep descent 8187|His steps the Virgin led, he thought 8187|That he must clasp the lovely youth 8187|Who, to his thoughts, seemed life and light. 8187|"Then give me now the rosebud," said he, 8187|"And this cold winter-cold will see 8187|"Till heaven lights the world with morning's smile-- 8187|"Yon moonlight and that other crystal!" 8187|And off he hied--but not for Rome; 8187|Nor for the shrine his sires had laid 8187|Where all the heart of England lies. 8187|He hied to where the river rolls 8187|Between a hundred towns and towns 8187|Of doubtful habit and varying name:-- 8187|And in those towns, o'er the water-way, 8187|He noted many a holy relic found, 8187|Of old sacred value, with the thought 8187|That some strange gift by man was lost. 8187|And many a fair relic, as it lay 8187|In consecration, lay and changed 8187|Its beauty as the hours grew--many a star 8187|Of old, the star of Bethlehem, 8187|Or some fair gem, who, when in youth, 8187|Kindled the faith in every heart-- 8187|For ever changing, though the gem 8187|Had all been lost in youth before-- 8187|And many a relic which in youth 8187|Had all beheld the glowing gaze 8187|Of the new-born lover as he bent 8187|O'er the white shrine, and in the glow 8187|Of the newly-wedded couple's eyes. 8187|And this young knight on the stream did go, 8187|And look at many a relic found, 8187|But he saw not one by ancient date, 8187|Tho' he could tell by the rare mien, 8187|And the bright ring which the relic wore, 8187|That this was a relic worn by 8187|A holy maiden whose heart he had slain! 8187|'Twas like the vision of some saint 8187|In a fair convent's cloistered bower, 8187|Which the youthful pilgrims see, with tears, 8187|When near the window's fairy scene 8187|They think of the blessed nun's delights, 8187|And wish to linger while a score 8187|Take hold and hold her bosoms sweet! 8187|Tho' not even in her holy dress-- 8187|Her ringlet, not her hair's lightness, 8187|The flower of that sweet form should be, 8187|Tho' this was his maid in moments gone, 8187|What did it matter much if the form 8187|Be the fair, wild creature of the wood? 8187|Tho' she had a face the dearer charm ======================================== SAMPLE 48920 ======================================== 1057|Or in the great city shall the voice 1057|Of the great city wake again? 1057|Or shall we sleep no sound, when we have slept? 1057|No sound, no sound? 1057|Alas, we must be free! 1057|A man should be free, 1057|For his own house he shall not change 1057|Or the poor man's house to lose. 1057|What? since one's prison is a grave, 1057|Shall one not have the grave away? 1057|How should his house be free? and what 1057|Were the noble woods, and all the fields 1057|Underneath the mountain-heights so green, 1057|The rivers under whose happy breasts 1057|The merry breezes ran so fair; 1057|What were their children's eyes, and these 1057|The bright limbs of the idle hours, 1057|The dear young hair, the dear fair limbs, 1057|And the old brown face, and the long white beard, 1057|That could not look out of those eyes 1057|Till the evening came, nor speak a word, 1057|Till night came, and till the night-wind blew 1057|All down the mountain, till the pine-trees whispered 1057|As they stood there with their fallen locks, 1057|And the river murmured at his feet, 1057|And the stream murmured with the locks, and the hill 1057|Burst its deep solemn sigh, like these. 1057|We will not hear their voices pass 1057|Through his tower at the last of all the lands, 1057|As they came once in the days gone by, 1057|From the town, from the world, as the song goes 1057|O'er the long, long ago, in the wood. 1057|We will not see their coming, as in joy 1057|We did not see them break the song by sea, 1057|When we were young and went in by track, 1057|To the spot that they could not sleep in, 1057|Under the moss-rose on the hill, 1057|That they might lie down in the moorland and die 1057|And forget the song and think Life was sweet, 1057|And after Death the wind would never tread us down, 1057|So we could not love them, could not pray them sleep. 1057|Yet we know them still when we are tired, 1057|And as we lie together all night through 1057|They speak to us and think of some good time, 1057|And they will sleep again, and their dreams shall be 1057|Like the long long ago as the old wind said: 1057|We will not hear their voices pass 1057|Through his tower at the last of all the lands, 1057|As they came once in the days gone by, 1057|From the town, from the world, as the song goes 1057|Over the long, long ago. 1057|I love my mother, for she is my mother; 1057|For mother's the mother only made of iron, 1057|And that is all, in the world that is long ago: 1057|I love my mother, my mother's mother; 1057|Mother's the mother only made of marble, 1057|And that is all that is in the world that is long ago. 1057|I am a child of marble, who is a child of marble, 1057|Of marble and of a stone and stone only; 1057|There is none other thing that is purer and better, 1057|Which neither heaven nor earth can change nor make meet, 1057|And that is the child that is a child of marble and stone. 1057|We have been in the wood, in the wood, 1057|In the wood of the many-winding rivers. 1057|We have been in the wood, in the wood, 1057|With the leaves of the greener wood, 1057|When I was quite a boy; 1057|I heard the little streams run, running away 1057|And were all alone there on the grass alone. 1057|We have been in the wood, in the wood, 1057|While they were making a pot of gold, 1057|And all the clay we raked back, and put it in, 1057|And turned it into a box of wax, ======================================== SAMPLE 48930 ======================================== 22229|The love that lightened the gloom of my home; 22229|And the bright star 22229|Shone through the gloom of the night 22229|As o'er my spirit her beams of delight. 22229|But an old man in the gloaming sat there, 22229|And a young man stood, 22229|As each looked up for a blessing and greeting-- 22229|That was the tale to which young men have told me. 22229|The young man, young as the world, 22229|On the land he hath no part, 22229|Has lived in the land where the hills are heeding, 22229|And the maidens are loving and bold; 22229|His heart is in their hearts all the day long, 22229|And their love has never failing strength, 22229|As the light, the light of hope, 22229|Beside him is glowing and plain, 22229|As on the hills of God he beareth up 22229|Hope for his country and all her right, 22229|With love and a light to guide him aright. 22229|The old man of the deep 22229|Is in the land his hands have made free, 22229|In his heart is an ancient land, 22229|And the land on whose breast is resting his head, 22229|Where the old home of his fathers is dwelling; 22229|The old man of the sea-tide 22229|Fell from the tide of his fathers' blood, 22229|And his spirit shall rest with them that are fled-- 22229|While yet life liveth and the sun is shining bright, 22229|We have heard the song, 22229|The song of the bird, 22229|The song of the lark, 22229|The song of the bird. 22229|The maidens with their love-lit eyes 22229|Fell laughing and dancing on the grass, 22229|The young man heard the song 22229|That rang in his heart 22229|Where the hill-top was gladdening the glen, 22229|Where the river of God was running free, 22229|And the hills of God were his own right handiwork; 22229|And the old man laughed, 22229|And the young man 22229|Strove in our way; 22229|Till my heart was free, 22229|Till my soul was clear, 22229|And I stood at peace. 22229|O the song of the bird 22229|That sang in the tree, 22229|And the song of the lark, 22229|And the bird's song was in the heart of heaven, 22229|And we heard it, young and old, 22229|For it rang on the hill, 22229|Where the house is bare and bare of the sun; 22229|We heard the song 22229|Of the wild bird and the lark, 22229|And the song of the bird. 22229|We lifted the old, familiar stone from the wall, 22229|And the walls of the hall grew dim and cold and grey; 22229|We bore out the good, familiar furniture 22229|Until the dwelling of choice was left, 22229|And the walls of the hall grew dim and cold and grey. 22229|We bore out the old and familiar marble floor, 22229|The pillars of the shrine, the walls of white; 22229|We laid out, 22229|With a heart at need, 22229|The room 22229|Where the marble might be, 22229|And the shrine 22229|Of dear home: 22229|Where the good house of the home still stood; 22229|And yet we heard not, 22229|As the old hall 22229|Still sang on, 22229|The song 22229|To the bird, 22229|The old hall. 22229|We had gone to the grave 22229|As the days went by, 22229|And we knew not at all 22229|That the last was best, 22229|And the good 22229|That the old 22229|Hall would have sung, 22229|On the day 22229|When we were dead. 22229|We had gone to the grave, 22229|When the days went by, 22229|And we knew not, nor knew, 22229|Nor the thought that ======================================== SAMPLE 48940 ======================================== 2130|In the midst of a sea of blood. 2130|Then the man-of-war, a manly sight! 2130|Pauld Mab the proud, brave, and good; 2130|Pauld Mab, the hero of a day, 2130|The man who came from the mighty dead; 2130|The man who saved us a week before 2130|The whole earth shook with him to-day; 2130|For he saved his fellow-men at Monterey; 2130|And, what was it but a single deed? 2130|All hail, my noble man-of-war! 2130|"Paid engin' and pay de proof!" cried Humble Money, 2130|"It is well and wisely done!"--O, it was brave 2130|To mount again with courage in his face, 2130|And to go down to the sea again--again! 2130|What he saved from a Tory foe, 2130|His country's glory in a Tradesman's heart! 2130|The brave, the loyal, and the true, 2130|Whose swords are not out to wive, 2130|But the good man and the good ship. 2130|It's a tale that has been told and it's true-- 2130|How King, and Queen, and country, too, 2130|Are out all to keep him and hers alive; 2130|To make their old friend and King of France his heir. 2130|"In the South, a hundred leagues or more, 2130|There lies a land for me, 2130|Where the grass runs green on the ground, 2130|And the waves go by; 2130|There I shall meet my country's King, 2130|Whose heart he has to hide, 2130|And his throne in the British _Cemetery_ 2130|Shall to me belong. 2130|In the ancient _Ode_, as many a day 2130|Served this land the King his dues, 2130|Which were just, and long, and dear to each 2130|In that ancient land. 2130|But the man who would have gone with it 2130|Is dead, and if he were, 2130|In his place we would fight at the _Battle_. 2130|_Crimson_, _silver_, and _golden_, now is the tide 2130|At play without a line; 2130|The _crown_ is won, and the _tide_ is at nine, 2130|The _crowned_ man shall come again, 2130|The King's good will is a word in the _day_, 2130|The _tide_ is at nine. 2130|_White_, _red_, and _yellow_, this is our game; 2130|_Foam_, and _Tent_, and _Bridewell_'s _Green_, 2130|_Silver_, _Gold_ are the prizes, _Gold_ the gold, 2130|This is the way of _Life_ in that good old _tent_. 2130|A new thing it is not, and the old ones are old; 2130|The _bell_-man is the greatest man alive, 2130|_Copper_, he thinks of his bread, not of his shoes, 2130|The _drum_-stand is not a "Hall-Kep," but a King; 2130|The _Tent_ is more than a _place_, and more than a _bit_, 2130|It keeps him and me together--_so_ good to the last! 2130|But to speak our minds, and to have our souls in tune; 2130|The _Packet_, we hear and we see what we will, 2130|_I love thee, and so let those who hate thee_--why, 2130|If _I love thee_ well, why else?" 2130|And so he did; for on a day in May, 2130|A thousand months of bliss were passed in bliss; 2130|Then we both gave up our lives, and there was nought 2130|To keep our hearts in tune. 2130|Yet God does make no power on earth 2130|That shall be neded by the Devil! 2130|On a day, I much suppose, 2130|To-morrow, he shall ======================================== SAMPLE 48950 ======================================== 19389|_I'll_ keep my promise an' stay to't! 19389|An' if you win the bet, an' I win the bet, 19389|An' if you win the bet, an' I win the bet, 19389|You won't be a-bein' angry if you read it. 19389|_I'll_ stay my hand--I won't git up to ask for more! 19389|O, I'll write you something that won't surprise you; 19389|For I've had enough of bein' so angry! 19389|_Dear, I know that I've had enough of_-- 19389|_Dear, I know that I've had enough of--_ 19389|A letter from the school!-- 19389|_A letter from the school!-- 19389|HERE'S FOR MY BIRTH-RIGHTS-- 19389|_Here's for my birth-rights, dear! 19389|Here's for my birth-rights, dear!_ 19389|WHY I AM SINGLE, and why I'm lonely! 19389|Why I'm single, I've none to tell you, 19389|Since I married, why,--and since I love you. 19389|My wife comes round again, and says,-- 19389|"What makes you single, now you're married?" 19389|Why, oh why! since you marry,--I never. 19389|All the world is tryin' to tell you 19389|How to wed, and fail;--and why I'm single. 19389|I married, and why am I single? 19389|For my wife's eyes are glad with wonder, 19389|Say why not? why, oh why! since you marry. 19389|Why we're single. you may tell you. 19389|'Cause you married, you tell her all the time 19389|Why we're single,--which is wrong, you say. 19389|NIGHT-WAVE LIGHTS _Front 19390|THE BOOKING OF WALTER, etc. (Not published.) 19390|WED, A Book of Prayers 19390|_The Book is divided from the previous Poem, which is a 19390|Series of Poems which deal with 19390|My Heart's Dream, etc._ 19390|HIGHLANDER (_Lesser Hints of Life_) (_ii._, Early Editions) 19390|THORNTON (_Poesie un profundi_) 19390|Ode on Vision (_i. xc._) 19390|JAMES TROW, _Milton_, etc._ 19390|EVIDIPUS (Second Edition) 19390|TROY'S _Philosophical Writings_ 19390|_The first edition of this Poem consisted of 496 Lines and came 19390|In the first edition of this Poem, as appears by 19390|SINGLE, _with the Notes of an Angel_: When the 19390|spirit-heart of man, through the whole fabric of 19390|life that it entwines, in its tumult by its 19390|need to be the lord of life, has, in time past, 19390|made him poor of the wealth with which he 19390|should have boasted. For man is born with a 19390|gift the gods gave him--of mind and of spirit-- 19390|which in time comes to him unawares, in 19390|hope of aught that to his heart may yield 19390|satisfaction. Nature in many ways 19390|challenges this gift and bids him still seek 19390|something nobler, and still has the power to 19390|enkindle that nobler spirit to strive 19390|for its own happiness. But after all 19390|the struggle, at last, leaves in the dust only 19390|soul and body that had been so born. 19390|The body thus deprived of its life, 19390|of its being, still can but languish, and 19390|the soul, in its moment of gladness, can 19390|only be tormented and vexed and vexed 19390|ever more, so that as before 'tis tormented 19390|by care of heart, it turns in ======================================== SAMPLE 48960 ======================================== 1287|When to the sky he takes the sky, 1287|Then 'twas thus--to be a God! 1287|And now my work has end, 1287|And the earth again is free! 1287|The stars are come at last! 1287|The holy angels sing, 1287|Amen! That's heaven's high word! 1287|A man may live in pleasure thus, 1287|And live in ease; 1287|And I in heaven did hear her say, 1287|"The world is not so fair, 1287|But, child, thy heart it be 1287|Like her, to-day!"] 1287|And she went thus before me, 1287|To lead me in the way, 1287|And make the light shine clearer, 1287|And glory take more grace,-- 1287|As it should be. 1287|And she gave me many a spell 1287|Of mystery round the path, 1287|That opened into light,-- 1287|To lead me by the way! 1287|Then 'twas thus, as is in part, 1287|We came into love, 1287|And she went with me there, 1287|Until that time! 1287|'Tis I am left the band? 1287|That made it all divine 1287|To be a holy throng 1287|Of angels, singing sweetly, 1287|With their wings spread and their wings 1287|Like a winging sea? 1287|O my dearest! aye, 1287|'Tis I am left the band? 1287|And I see no more our loves, 1287|And what is left me, good sir? 1287|The love of mother, 1287|And in life's early day 1287|The faith of father? 1287|But what is left me, good sir? 1287|What is this life but to stand alone? 1287|I cannot stay here alone, 1287|To gaze on such a crowd! 1287|I can but leave the path, 1287|Which I hasten to follow. 1287|I go to seek a home. 1287|How lonely there 1287|Is the road I'd travel! 1287|'Tis I am left the band? 1287|That made it all divine 1287|To be a holy throng 1287|Of angels, singing sweetly, 1287|With their wings spread and their wings, 1287|Like a winging sea? 1287|'Tis I must now obey, 1287|In the sight of all I love, 1287|Since the spirit of life has fled, 1287|That could not think or feel, 1287|To the sight! 1287|And no other path I see 1287|Of any one seem to lie. 1287|And I am left to go. 1287|Aye, to go 1287|To Heaven! I feel 1287|When God shall hear my voice, 1287|And my love then shall know 1287|The holy freedom. 1287|Oh, what joy my spirit must 1287|Upon its journey now enjoy!-- 1287|The Spirit now, that was 1287|With me, will surely be 1287|With thee! 1287|I shall behold the light 1287|My words on its wings shall throw, 1287|And thy words then shall be 1287|So radiantly bright, 1287|So pure and bright, 1287|That its light 1287|I'll be bold to gaze on, 1287|And gaze on,--and gaze, 1287|Oh, what joy my spirit must 1287|Upon its journey now enjoy!-- 1287|What more of its own light 1287|'Tis from me 'mong the men 1287|May I look at, 1287|And gaze, and then be 1287|Such a joy, 1287|I shall do. 1287|I now shall be free 1287|On my journey; and in haste 1287|My thoughts no longer will be held 1287|By the bonds that I feel now. 1287|I'll go to Heaven! 1287|My way is clear, 1287|To the place, 1287|Of my bliss I shall not fear-- 1287|The ======================================== SAMPLE 48970 ======================================== 13667|If you should happen in a hurry, 13667|Run over and say good-morning 13667|To his head and paw, 13667|And he'll give you a small bit of bread 13667|To put in your pocket, 13667|And you won't have to go to bed that night! 13667|When I was very much like you, 13667|And laughed at everything and everyone: 13667|I went to be a soldier, 13667|'Cept in the army, 13667|When the soldiers are to battle. 13667|I go my usual way, 13667|Every evening, 13667|When the troops are assembled. 13667|Oh, to be a soldier 13667|Or to be a boy, or a girl, 13667|Or a mongrel, 13667|With a soldier's temper, 13667|Or a boy's mischief, 13667|Or a girl's pride, 13667|Or a mongrel's love. 13667|My bed was always full of straw; 13667|I had nothing to do but lie there and toil; 13667|Not a stitch to be seen on the poor, ill-clad man, 13667|Not a curl on his head, not a ringlet to be seen 13667|On the haired maid of Babylon. 13667|But as I grew, I could scarce refrain 13667|From loving Sir Launceloh's daughter more, 13667|For she was the kindliest thing that grows 13667|Beside a baby-moon. 13667|My dress was a red silk bonnet: 13667|It was all so pretty, I loved it so; 13667|And when I grew rich 13667|At last 13667|I went and bought a little house 13667|In a corn-field, 13667|And set my dowry 13667|In a trust-house. 13667|And every night at the door 13667|The maid 13667|Came out with her baby-boy, 13667|Her darling; 13667|Her darling, 13667|Her darling, 13667|Her darling, 13667|That loves her 13667|All the more because she is so fair. 13667|I was young and prosperous, 13667|And when I would go 13667|Up to the castle-gate 13667|I never saw 13667|A single lad 13667|But his mamma, 13667|My only friend,-- 13667|And she always found me,-- 13667|O my mother! 13667|She never teased me 13667|With the smallest, 13667|Or made me wear 13667|Anything but my gown; 13667|But she always found me,-- 13667|O my mother! 13667|She always found me,-- 13667|O my mother! 13667|She always found me,-- 13667|O my mother! 13667|And so, through the night, 13667|While my eyes were closed, 13667|I looked at my heart. 13667|But all the while 13667|I was thinking-- 13667|O my mother! 13667|O my mother! 13667|And my heart was so full 13667|Of the hopes that were sure, 13667|That I had all night long 13667|Sat up in bed; 13667|And when I threw out 13667|The sheets and began to rise, 13667|My pillow gave way; 13667|And down in the night 13667|I heard my heart 13667|Break in on itself, 13667|Until I was waken 13667|Up by the sound of my own heart 13667|And start and cry! 13667|I thought at first it was a pin! 13667|And then it was an owl! 13667|But it flew over the bridge-- 13667|It flew over the bridge-- 13667|And it came back to the mill, 13667|To be fed to me. 13667|I tried in the wood to reason 13667|With the night, but she wouldn't give me speech. 13667|I tried in the garden protesting, 13667|But her smiling, rosy face, 13667|The moonlight, and the breeze, 13667|Were all too perfect for her to see. 13667|I ======================================== SAMPLE 48980 ======================================== 10602|The rest with me to thy right hand, 10602|That I may make a truce with thee, 10602|And make thy grace my service, 10602|That when I die, thine honor henceforth 10602|Shall bee my funeral. 10602|To whom thus Waltham Abbey replied: 10602|And after all his mirth and mirth, 10602|She, whom he loved so dearly, 10602|Lamented with a sore distress, 10602|With grief and fear throughout the place, 10602|With great contentment, 10602|That he no longer would be here*, 10602|And for some work, which was his will, 10602|The King to ransom; 10602|And with no little weight thereof, 10602|He kept his peace, and never spake ill, 10602|But with him kept a truce 10602|And with his owne righte way did greet 10602|The other servants. 10602|And so with many a joyous chear, 10602|Unto the palace gate they came, 10602|But when they entered through the door 10602|The King did grudge them of their feast, 10602|And told them, that the time of day 10602|He meant to make them. 10602|His men to feast the King did call, 10602|But found not how so long it was 10602|That he did keep their truce; 10602|And to the Queen he sent a letter, 10602|To make her take from them his due, 10602|And of their fee to pay the rest, 10602|And make all ready, 10602|That so the King should do for them. 10602|Howbeit she spake no word, 10602|But went in and bedde up her head, 10602|And there she lay full long, 10602|To see for her sake and to hear him speak, 10602|With many a tear and many a groan, 10602|About her cheek full dry. 10602|She wept full sore the day and eete, 10602|And many a weepfull tear and many a groat, 10602|And, from her faul, full bloodie, sped, 10602|And many a wafu' sent. 10602|Then wist she what was the cause why he 10602|Did cry and wail so sore for her sake, 10602|And that he now forlorn shall die. 10602|But, lo, on a tree, under a whel*, 10602|She saw before her a knight, 10602|Full high in steedes of beauty shine, 10602|And did unto his Mistress cry: 10602|"O Lady, say thee, art thou he, 10602|That didst come to thee and fight for me, 10602|And didst my death to win? 10602|"Or comest as some phantom here 10602|To cry on me with sorrow sore, 10602|And to torment mine affliction?" 10602|The Lady answered none at all, 10602|But sadly up and downe did lean, 10602|And many a tear did gape. 10602|"How sad it is to see the place, 10602|Where thou, my Lady, hast abid; 10602|And here thou comest and speakest here; 10602|For well thou makest a sad man cry. 10602|"How glad it is for me alone, 10602|And happy my poor doughtrie life, 10602|That doe of nothing my care, 10602|To thee so brave an one is done! 10602|To thee most wofull and most true, 10602|For whom my heart is now at strife, 10602|To thee for which my spirit doeth bace. 10602|"The death of me is in this strife, 10602|To live for dying for thy sake, 10602|To thee alone, since thou art slain, 10602|I go full low and never rest." 10602|The Tree the which this man was growne, 10602|To which that Lady doth him bow, 10602|Was full many a weary foote, 10602|But evermore the way it made, 10602|And evermore along the side 10602|Where it from ground first fell did fly 10602|It often brake in ======================================== SAMPLE 48990 ======================================== 2334|But, as I said, a few things did he show, 2334|And they, in a flash, were all, and over, the world's! 2334|What? He is such a fool, and we are in a dream? 2334|He said, as he sipped his iced tea, "How much did I pay-- 2334|I wonder who paid for it!" 2334|Well, if it was for only one half of what was his wage. 2334|You have a friend in a dream; 2334|And you will find there is much to do, before the day is done. 2334|You needn't be hasty, because we may be a little late; 2334|And we'll be right here through the night, though it should be cold. 2334|I see the old farm-house 2334|Rustled in the wind, 2334|And a woman's voice 2334|Made sweet with the scent 2334|Of the clover and corn. 2334|Somewhere in the shadow 2334|Of the cornfield far away, 2334|I hear the sound 2334|Of a tram-car on its way, 2334|And a voice that says, 2334|"Children, go to bed! 2334|Children, rise and go to sleep!" 2334|And the old farm-house seemed 2334|Like a phantom house 2334|Under the night 2334|Of the cornfields far away, 2334|With the cornfields trees 2334|And the clover growing near. 2334|Through the open door 2334|Of a little room, 2334|With a clock upon the wall, 2334|I saw little Annie stand 2334|With her hands in the chair. 2334|Her hair was brown, 2334|And a golden curl 2334|Cuddled down her chin, 2334|And a golden curl 2334|Hung on her broad forehead. 2334|Her eyes were blue 2334|Like the water, 2334|And her mouth was sweet 2334|With a smile as of cherries. 2334|And she took the crumbs, 2334|With the leaves about her, 2334|Down from the apple orchard. 2334|And the old farm-house seemed 2334|Like a phantom house 2334|Under the night 2334|Of the cornfields far away, 2334|With the cornfields trees 2334|And the clover growing near. 2334|I see your hair, 2334|A tangled lock 2334|Of brown and black; 2334|And a neck like a ship 2334|Ships away from any storm. 2334|For what are they 2334|That are going round 2334|With their coats of blue? 2334|They are children in shoes 2334|Of the soft Italian leather. 2334|And you may see 2334|How the wind blows, 2334|And the flowers grow, 2334|And the sky grows blue. 2334|And you may see, 2334|With your child's eyes, 2334|How the waves go rolling on the sand. 2334|I saw the bluebirds 2334|Swarming in the orchards 2334|With humming speech. 2334|I saw the diamond ash 2334|Pitch its wings 2334|In the orchard, 2334|By the railroad yard; 2334|The sugar-melon, 2334|With its little fingers 2334|With its little hands, 2334|Waved its little hands to hear us, 2334|Waved them in answer to our hands. 2334|Then I went away 2334|Boldly alone 2334|Up and down 2334|Through the apple orchard. 2334|I have never seen a bird 2334|So strange, yet so caring; 2334|I, who was made 2334|To laugh, to cry, 2334|To sing and sing, 2334|And be merry all the livelong day. 2334|I have never seen a bird 2334|So wingable, 2334|Both low and high, 2334|Both swift and weary; 2334|I, who was made 2334|To fly 2334|In the breeze, 2334|Have never seen one come flying at me. ======================================== SAMPLE 49000 ======================================== 1365|For the sake of the stranger and the poor!" 1365|She turned and turned her look around; 1365|She heard the sound of the bell; 1365|And she sighed, and she wiped her eyes, 1365|And she looked a little out, 1365|As the sun, starting in the west, 1365|Saw three figures, each with his arm 1365|Barely supporting his load: 1365|And she said, in a low voice, 1365|"O Master, what is this?" 1365|And he answered, "A poor wandering 1365|Half-witted, half-wandered child, 1365|Whom, from a mountain-side remote, 1365|I brought into this town." 1365|She saw at a glance the marks 1365|On his features her own hand had made; 1365|And her heart said, with a sudden start, 1365|"Perhaps he is his brother." 1365|But she spake no word, and none was heard 1365|In the hut or the field or the wood, 1365|Save the ploughman's loud scraping, 1365|And the ploughman's rattle-gong. 1365|But she lifted his beard, and looked 1365|So full of sweet scorn and shame, 1365|He, shamed and plow-worn, lay dead, 1365|Plain as any dead bone. 1365|And her heart was full of bitter woe, 1365|Till she felt with a longing wild, 1365|As of one who, with a mighty call 1365|From a far-off mountain-peak, 1365|Swiftly goes, with a rushing weight, 1365|Up a cloudy, shining hill, 1365|O'er the topmost crags of heaven, 1365|To the places of her birth. 1365|Then she thought, is it fit that he 1365|Who lay so soundly in his bed 1365|At the foot of the mountain-top, 1365|Should be thrust, like a sick man's burden, 1365|Down into the vale below? 1365|Was it fitting that thus he should lie 1365|All that sad season through, 1365|And be brought to his death-stairs, 1365|Where each day a different guest 1365|Would have made the most pitiful 1365|Of the mourners, shifting list, 1365|Each one to his different hell; 1365|And each of whom with joy to stay 1365|Would have made a hearty moan, with joy, 1365|To leave a new-ploughed field, or a new wave for to weep over? 1365|The evening was still; but the clouds, that white and cold, 1365|Lay heavy, like the pall that wrapped the sky 1365|In his own sick soul; and from the city of woe 1365|The thick rain, from passing ships and trucks, 1365|Pricked up the air with strange, discordant rattle. 1365|A strange, strange voice was in the murmur small; 1365|So strange, it hardly seemed human could be 1365|The voices that came forth there from evil places, 1365|Singing, like a strange, sweet instrument, 1365|With voices in it, which they, I fancy, 1365|Had heard, or had been listening to some song of the gods, 1365|Or some strange, sweet melodical instrument, 1365|With voices in it. 1365|From the window of our hut, a small room, 1365|Down by the waters of the river, I saw 1365|A man, as pale and frail and paler still 1365|As any drift-wood on the shore, who stood 1365|Looking out upon the rain and the pale face 1365|Of those within the hollow of the tree, 1365|And cried, "O Father! say thou hear and see, 1365|And let thy mercy, which is present here, 1365|Come unto me; because I, when I was young, 1365|Took pity on the old age of these old men, 1365|And they without reproach or blame, and gave 1365|Me shelter in their age, and food, and rest; 1365|And now, alas! they beat me hence and burn me 1365|Because ======================================== SAMPLE 49010 ======================================== 5186|To the home of the great magician, 5186|To the village of Lempo, 5186|To the seat of the magician, 5186|To the magic stone of fish-spear, 5186|To the holy water-spring, 5186|To the magic swarpling-chalk; 5186|There the hero, Wainamoinen, 5186|Gathers moss and balsam, 5186|For the healing of his palsy, 5186|For the cure of child-abuse, 5186|Cleanses boy and girl with moss, 5186|Cleanses all their members, 5186|Cleanses limbs and feet with balsam, 5186|With the magic moss of healing, 5186|Rubs well the wounded places, 5186|Balsam of the healing virtues, 5186|And the child with bruises and scrapes, 5186|Rubs well with balsam his wounded parts. 5186|Then the wise enchanter, Lemminkainen, 5186|Stills the magician, Wainamoinen, 5186|Balsam of his brow and forehead, 5186|Balsam of his eyes and foreheads, 5186|Sorely troubled, scratching, hurting, 5186|With great pains, greatly sorelanded, 5186|Drenches with the mosses' balsamina 5186|Soothes the enchanter's wounded parts. 5186|Then the minstrel, Lemminkainen, 5186|Took his harp in dexter hand, 5186|Takes his opponents by the forelocks, 5186|On one knee, and stretches forward 5186|To his youthful playfield positions, 5186|Takes the other on his shoulders, 5186|Sings them to one side or other, 5186|Sings them to one side by traces, 5186|Rests them on a flat surface washed, 5186|Then begins he to explore, 5186|Treasures for experimentation, 5186|Roots them to be explored in numbers, 5186|In a distant country wanderings. 5186|Then the ancient Wainamoinen, 5186|Ancient singer, fills his soul 5186|With the songs of mermaids, grace-bearing, 5186|Metsola's bravest ones be blessed! 5186|Thus the singer of Wainola 5186|Sings to fill his being's longing; 5186|Thus he journeys on his travels, 5186|To the blythe, harmonious regions. 5186|Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, 5186|Comes to give him friendly greeting, 5186|Gives him roots, and berries, and hay, 5186|Brought him games and baubles delicious, 5186|Gave him dresses made of finest rayon, 5186|Matched their texture with the skins of beasts, 5186|Mixed with magic herbs her provisions. 5186|Eastward stepp'd Wainamoinen, 5186|Turned his eyes to westward, kindly, 5186|Viewed the smoke of Northland rivers, 5186|Masting undertakings with copper; 5186|Saw afar Pohya drifting, 5186|Over torn snow-fields and mountains, 5186|Saw the headland of the Northland, 5186|And the crashing of his ships in ocean; 5186|All his crew upon the sea vanished, 5186|All had sunk in ocean-foam rifts; 5186|All had perished, except his people, 5186|Except the daughter, Lemminkainen. 5186|Then the handsome Kaukomieli, 5186|Blind magician, thus address'd his mother: 5186|"Whither did thy ships deviate, mother, 5186|Why didst thou sail to other shores, 5186|To other islands inhabited?” 5186|This is Lemminkainen’s mother answering: 5186|“O, maiden, daughter of Wainola, 5186|I am sailing to other islands, 5186|To other islands of the Northland, 5186|That I may avenge my wounded brother, 5186|Kill the murderer of my brother, 5186|May perish in the conflict still-born. 5186|I am sailing by the rivers, 5186|By the great ======================================== SAMPLE 49020 ======================================== 24856|When the sun is out of sight he has a way 24856|Of setting the stars. 24856|Then he comes to me 24856|With his own eyes, with his own eyes to see, 24856|And--they tell me that the sun, the king of night, 24856|Is coming to-night to his own house! 24856|The day is done 24856|And I am left to wander 24856|On the desolate, lonely edge of night. 24856|I am left to wander 24856|Where the lonely shadows 24856|Lying on the river of the night lie deep. 24856|The night is gone 24856|And I alone 24856|Am left to wander 24856|On the desolate, lonely edge of night! 24856|The day is done. 24856|And I am left 24856|To wander 24856|On the desolate, lonely edge of night. 24856|O my love, the stars are watching thee! 24856|They shine far out. 24856|And when they fall, 24856|Out of the stars 24856|The sun's golden hair 24856|Stretches out, shining white, from black and white in one. 24856|They are watching thee through the night, 24856|O dear sun, 24856|Watching thee with light to the soul at last. 24856|All the night I see thee shine 24856|In the sky; 24856|All the night I watch thee melt 24856|Into my arms' soft caress 24856|As I lie on the quiet grass, 24856|While thou art twinkling overhead. 24856|The stars are shining through the air, 24856|And the stars are watching thee, 24856|Bending their stars along. 24856|I can hear the music of thy voice, 24856|Thy breath is like a sigh. 24856|And when thou risest to shine, 24856|Into my life thou seemest to cleave. 24856|But thy love of my heart is greater. 24856|It is not for me, it is not for thee 24856|To look up to thee, to gaze on thine eyes. 24856|Only so far can I look on thee. 24856|Only so far can I look on thee. 24856|For thy soul, when thou art near to me, 24856|Is like the silent lark upon the lea, 24856|That stirs, with music, and song, and song. 24856|And, when thou art far from me, then it is 24856|All silent and dark. 24856|So when my heart looks on thy face 24856|Through the dim dark of the night, 24856|And its eyes find no light, 24856|A shadow seems to come 24856|From out the stars, 24856|Holding its heart to thee: 24856|A shadow?--No! but one 24856|That is seen by them--not seen! 24856|The starry skies are deep with light. 24856|And the silent stars are watching thee 24856|With the light of their love as they shine. 24856|And thy soul, as it lies at rest, 24856|Is like a night-cloud floating above 24856|The stars' dark borders, which lie still 24856|As if they were but shades of night. 24856|The stars are watching thee, O day! 24856|Watching thee to-night! 24856|The stars love thee, dear sun! 24856|And I love my heart! 24856|How silent are the stars! 24856|The stars love my heart! 24856|The stars love thy heart; 24856|And I love them well. 24856|The stars love thee, thou mine own heart! 24856|A child walks here: 24856|An old man's feet move here: 24856|And I too--yet so shy! 24856|As if their gentle steps 24856|Were all too soft for me. 24856|And they are not timid; 24856|In truth they are wild 24856|To love that love alone 24856|And love alone. 24856|The young sun in his golden fire 24856|Is warm and bold. 24856|The stars are young and bold! 24856|And I, too, am bold! ======================================== SAMPLE 49030 ======================================== 2294|Of one's faith I knew. 2294|The life we live, the deeds we do 2294|Must ever hold a heart 2294|Wherein a prayer is heard and found, 2294|And, though forgotten long, 2294|The flame to love is given, 2294|And faith, too, lives on in deeds 2294|To guide the heart and spear. 2294|We pass, with life and love and wealth, 2294|From place to place in the world, 2294|Each new-born year fills up the old 2294|With greater good to see. 2294|The new-born grows a joy forever, 2294|A better day for me; 2294|The old was filled with pain and evil, 2294|But this is a rest for me. 2294|The soul that I did long for 2294|Is here at last; 2294|It lay so far away in the West 2294|It had fled, had stayed so long. 2294|Its wing is lifted up and lies 2294|A floating tent through Heaven's blue, 2294|And I have found it on this day. 2294|O bird-song from the wild-rose boughs, 2294|Singing softly and clear, 2294|Singing a moment, and lying 2294|Again in the still June morning 2294|I heard my Lady say, 2294|And saw her hung-over Fairy Guides, 2294|And saw the lovely women 2294|Are in white robes with pointed rings, 2294|And in bright, feathery skirts 2294|And golden hair about their waists. 2294|And in the shining, golden sunlight 2294|I saw a woman lead the Master 2294|Among all those who longed to follow, 2294|And so they trod the grassy slope 2294|And through the wood-burning country. 2294|And I was with my Lady Lady 2294|As just before it all began, 2294|In a great forest, where there were 2294|Spirits of every colour; 2294|And there we drank the golden wine 2294|Gathered in the cups the Elves had made 2294|For the great feast of sunset: 2294|And I heard my Lady say, 2294|As I was passing by, 2294|As I was passing by, 2294|"O who are there that follow thee 2294|On a little, white horse with a golden crest?" 2294|The Master laughed and knew her not, 2294|But still she smiled. 2294|And he said: "O lovely maiden, 2294|Whose love we watched beside the road, 2294|There's none that loves thee as thou dost, 2294|And they follow and follow thee 2294|On a little, white horse with a golden crest." 2294|She smiled, and said, as I heard her, 2294|As I heard her say above my head 2294|Once more, as I was passing by, 2294|"Who is there that loves thee?" 2294|She smiled, and said, as I heard her, 2294|As I heard her say above my head 2294|"Who is there that loves thee?" 2294|And I answered, as the Sun's Sun 2294|Saw a far troop of spirits come riding, 2294|And all my heart was eager then 2294|For their voices: Who was it that loved 2294|And followed me? 2294|And she said, as I heard her 2294|As I heard her say above my head 2294|"Who is there that loves thee?" 2294|And I answered, as the stars that lean 2294|On sea-girt crags saw far away, 2294|As they watched the twilight pale 2294|Of the dark clouds gathering the night: 2294|And there were those that loved me well, 2294|And we were the first to love." 2294|O, there was a joy in the song 2294|That was softly answered then: 2294|And I heard a welcome in the breeze 2294|That was softly answered then; 2294|No longer the deep sea sings 2294|As now, where the tide rolls o'er, 2294|The silver moonlight streams. 2294|I know the sea was glad then, 2294 ======================================== SAMPLE 49040 ======================================== 1279|I'm come to tell ye o' my fortunes a'; 1279|I'm come as jock's a goavin' my gude quid; 1279|For brawly I rade my first race mair nor lout. 1279|Me! that's the most auld cauld ca' in a' Scotland. 1279|Oh, but the deil amang the hills o' Gairmanie! 1279|I've heard they there a bonie lassie been; 1279|But where's the lassie that's as braw as me? 1279|I've seen her round the hall as guid as the Mews, 1279|She's hamely and modest, as ony kirk- nane; 1279|They say she's tane her ain on a braehead bain, 1279|She's quaint to hae it in her han'; 1279|Frae far at hame, in honest Margaret's bane, 1279|She's baith deaved an' wae, an' danc'd at donkwood-lan'. 1279|She's gone the graith-heel an' neist the gowden thorn, 1279|For danc'd wi' us, an' danc'd wi' them to bed, 1279|On, on the briny roupit stanes amang 1279|The bluid-heath broo to gie up the gowdhen auld. 1279|Maggie's bonie face, my dear lad, is brown, 1279|An' genty wame, an' kens ye by- an' by. 1279|Maggie's bonie face, my dear lad, is gane, 1279|An' laith to death, wi' nocht to leave behind; 1279|Tho' far, perhaps, we ne'er had mair to meet, 1279|The wild-wood haze the land an' the sea beguiled. 1279|She's gone far, perhaps, to greet the dark-hair'd dead, 1279|Or watch her love wander a' the wither'd wight, 1279|The bane of honest manhood, a' death's sweet skill, 1279|Oh, may she ne'er see mair these wark an' wane! 1279|My muse, like thee, I've wander'd wide and wide, 1279|Or round about the hills I've babb'd wi' pain, 1279|Till I've learn'd how life's fountains a' flower, 1279|Can blume but in their native haunts the auld. 1279|To thee, O sweet, I turn, and hail thee nae doubt, 1279|For wisdom, as for truth, thou's no like to me. 1279|Then, wherefore should I walk in darkness lone, 1279|O'er dark-back'd lands, or climb some wild aff'e wede? 1279|While thou hast blaws the brazen trumpet, let's try 1279|If life be chang'd, or death be chang'd for thee! 1279|Then, whare bears thy foot to troth, let me advise; 1279|The traveller's weary journey is in vain; 1279|Let me, like thee, be show'r'st the wild aff'e wede. 1279|Let me, like thee, the wild aff'e wede. 1279|There is a bird, the blythest and sweetest in the air, 1279|He warms the knighthood and the manners of our blood; 1279|He tells what man is, and what a brave is not: 1279|He warms the brow of man, and sets the love of woman free: 1279|The joys and griefs of other, which I ne'er have known. 1279|The gentle and the lovely of the human kind, 1279|With gentle looks beguile the troubled mind of man: 1279|The heart and spirit both of women are his own, 1279|From whom his happiness is wholly released: 1279|He mends broken shoes, and gives a pensive queen a pan: 1279|Let the great Muse to life her mighty wing expand, 1279|And pour in one voluptuous blaze all heavenly fires! 1279|Then, if the gaudy spirit with a fond embrace 1279|D ======================================== SAMPLE 49050 ======================================== 16688|To the same, _I_ give thee thy thanks for all. 16688|I'm so proud of thee, thou my hero! 16688|I would I were a bird! 16688|All in a morning fresh and early, 16688|My feet in the fresh dew, and my heart in youth, 16688|I am flying, I'm flying. 16688|When the bird flies away, he is gone; 16688|When the child plays in the meadow, I live for that. 16688|When I turn the leaves of the library, 16688|My heart sings along with the bird, 16688|Till the garden fills, and the birds are gone. 16688|When the child goes to play in the fields, 16688|It sings a little for pleasure, and then 16688|It chirps away for completeness. 16688|In the sunshine of the kitchen-day, 16688|I'm laying the books away; 16688|Where, for evening study, the fire-light gild 16688|My books, and their pictures and white stucco: 16688|And a book just made, with a picture fair, 16688|To make two of two and a page to spare. 16688|Another just made, with a picture fine, 16688|To do for four, and to leave me for an hour. 16688|Another with a picture, fair and new: 16688|And one, the only one, that I'll have for two. 16688|With the old book, in itself, a trifle, 16688|And the fresh new book, in its place I'll take, 16688|And with only the picture of my soul, 16688|I'll give it to Nature. 16688|It will please the wind to come in the morning, 16688|And be warm on her face, and her face only see! 16688|I'll write a letter in the morning, 16688|To come in the morning, and give you a pin. 16688|Then you'll think I have let her down for an hour. 16688|I'll love her and make her remember me. 16688|I'll kiss her and make her remember me, 16688|And kiss the kiss-post all with my name there, 16688|And I'll make her remember. 16688|The sun is shining in the sky, 16688|The world is in the sea; 16688|No one comes here to be told a lie, 16688|No one goes there to be told a lie; 16688|How can the world be told a lie, 16688|And in the world go in the lie? 16688|The world is always ready to hear; 16688|No one goes there to be told a lie, 16688|Nobody's here to be told a lie. 16688|The stars are shining in the sky, 16688|And birds are in the trees; 16688|The flowers are growing there in spring, 16688|And they will be when they are born; 16688|The clock may hurry with his rhime, 16688|The clockman may forget his sin, 16688|It's a long way from here to there, 16688|But a long way from here to now. 16688|The world is glad to be told a lie, 16688|But it is the world that makes a lie: 16688|That is my very best story, 16688|That is the story that you must hear. 16688|When you are standing under the mistletoe 16688|Beside the cottage door, 16688|Come, close and talk to me 16688|Of the walks of the merry Thames. 16688|When you have climbed the hill, over the riverside, 16688|Round the hill-top to the kirk, 16688|Come, close and talk to me 16688|Of the rides of the little Thames. 16688|On the hills from the west where he lingers till day 16688|The brown boy goes where the cow-boys meet him by the 16688|waters of the river. 16688|The brown boy to and fro, 16688|Climbing the hill, rides the steed 16688|With its rattle, and its whirrs, and squeels; 16688|And he says, "I'm a merry boy too, 16688|And I'm very well nigh a man; 16688|For ======================================== SAMPLE 49060 ======================================== 7122|And they are all of them well known to me. 7122|There is a pretty woman in this town, 7122|Who lives near the country, and she's a lovely lady, 7122|And she makes sweet music with her small keyboard. 7122|Her name is Dora; and she's a pretty lass, 7122|And I'm most grateful for this charming creature. 7122|I'm thinking of taking her to play at "Frisbee," 7122|And she might make some improvements, if she tried hard. 7122|I'll write to her to-morrow if I happen to know anything. 7122|Here are two children in a lonely house 7122|Are very much taken with each other; 7122|And each of them seems to know each other,-- 7122|Though they are not very much used to it. 7122|The one is very fine; the other lacks 7122|Much of the fine curliness which goes with it 7122|(As a theory sometimes said to be 7122|Based upon the fact of a friend's 7122|Being very curst with another); 7122|And both agree upon a view 7122|That they must be well fed, and so live 7122|(If they do not live very long) in close touch. 7122|"We will get some sugar-plums, my friend, 7122|A glass of wine and some sweet tea," 7122|(The girl says), "and then we will play 7122|A game of darts, or some clever game 7122|Of checkers, or something of the kind, 7122|And then we will go on a jogging row, 7122|Or just sit down and write some verses." 7122|I ask the boys to come and play the checkers, 7122|And so they do, and find just what they please. 7122|What a "game" it is! you cannot help 7122|Liking the childish antics of it! 7122|At last the girl, finding the contest too funny, 7122|Cries out, "I must not play! I can't face 7122|Lolly, who's stronger than I am, 7122|And she is certainly as bold as she looks!" 7122|"Go! jump! jump! for you'll miss her by an inch!" 7122|They both yell "jump!" but neither will undertake it. 7122|The victor, turning to the girl's father, 7122|Weeks afterwards this same father cries out 7122|To his grand son, "You both were very fit, 7122|But a strong boy is lost to the world. 7122|Now suppose that both his arms had wings 7122|And he made the world look small and crowded!" 7122|And the son, remembering now that he's old, 7122|(Not having had the chance of playing with boys, 7122|With only a pair of boots and a old coat 7122|He had got to his father's own age, 7122|Has bought the finest pair of cleats and a hat 7122|That could well stand up in the light of day, 7122|And they did, and it looks very plain, 7122|And the father says to the boy by himself: 7122|"You should play like a gentleman, my son!" 7122|Then the boy laughs in a little playful way, 7122|And the father cheers him a bit with his smile. 7122|The father now goes out a-hunting for game 7122|(No more of this very story I'm bound to); 7122|In his hunt for rabbits he goes about 7122|But no rabbit's found, but the pair of flutes 7122|He did use in the days when he played with me. 7122|And I hear that both of them are as happy 7122|As a boy may be when he has a pleasant day. 7122|I wish that it were my own happy self, 7122|When they talk of having a "nice day out!" 7122|I could always be very quiet, as I have 7122|Through all these years the present one, 7122|That has been such a pleasant day! 7122|Now let me see if I can find it out, 7122|And all it could say to me is this, 7122|"I pity you; your life is very lonely, 7122|To travel half the length of ======================================== SAMPLE 49070 ======================================== 8187|But, oh! the beauty he would bring to my dear! 8187|Then bid me to go, if I choose, by this way. 8187|When, by this, you reach the gate, you will see 8187|The young Prince, who--as all know--is my dear. 8187|And, if you choose not to go, my dear, there's one 8187|Quite near me, too, who will understand; 8187|And who, in fact, may be of assistance. 8187|Just ask, and the youth will be at your heels! 8187|There is a Prince, whose name is not yet known, 8187|Whose hair is curling all its locks of gold; 8187|A Prince with blue eyes and rosy ringlets, 8187|A Prince who, like most people, is called a Queen; 8187|A Prince with red lips, and bright eyes of blue, 8187|And lips rich-glossed with roses too of blue. 8187|And yet, by all who see him, you will swear, 8187|He is not the Prince you thought thee long since, 8187|And yet, by all who see him, that's not true; 8187|For his red lips, when they look on him, say, 8187|"You're _not_ the Prince I long since thought thee! 8187|"You're not the Prince!" so, in short, my dear, 8187|_No, he is not the Prince who long since loved_; 8187|Oh, may I never see him more at all, 8187|Or know one whit more of the young Prince Jack; 8187|And may I never hear his father's voice 8187|Again?--and must I, too, say these things, 8187|And must I, when I'm old and dead, repeat them? 8187|The night is dark, and the wind is blustering, 8187|I see him but in his shrouding robes, 8187|That shroud around me, from the trees a-hanging 8187|Beneath the silver moonlight ever falling! 8187|And, oh, the beautiful moonlight is falling. 8187|The trees breathe balm, and, as I look o'erlaying 8187|The shadowy path, a maiden's voice is singing, 8187|And every breath on me is being blown 8187|As down the moonlight walks the maid I love! 8187|That is the light that guides my feet to go, 8187|In quest of my dearest lady; and, I think, 8187|At some time very nigh, our eyes shall meet. 8187|If I should learn the maid was dead, oh, well, 8187|I think, my dear, how sweet a sleep would be 8187|When the sun had gone down, and the moon had gone down. 8187|In your grave they're strewing roses! 8187|How sweet, for the heart that's grieving, 8187|'Tis to lie where never sorrows 8187|But those of love and death must come! 8187|When the moon is at its brightest, 8187|And the stars are glowing brightly, 8187|And I think the heart of Nature 8187|Is longing still for sleep divine,-- 8187|To sleep on earth in sweetest guise, 8187|To sleep in the softest place, 8187|When all else around us has bound us, 8187|And only to dream of heaven! 8187|In the night I'd rather lie 8187|Alone, my darling, in the dust, 8187|Or in death we both together 8187|Might meet--as one--there, under the sky. 8187|My heart, while thus it throbbed, 8187|Died back--like the heart of day! 8187|Oh! my heart was all a-beating, 8187|When, at once, the night drew near, 8187|And left all sorrow behind it, 8187|And we died like two sparks,--away! 8187|Oh, woe is me for the day 8187|When, without dread or dreadfulness, 8187|I had once more to be asleep; 8187|But still a thought came o'er me, 8187|That I must not sleep too well, 8187|Till I'd wake again, or ======================================== SAMPLE 49080 ======================================== May thy days of fame, 1365|Be like the golden days of yore 1365|That came before thy birth, 1365|When a goodly host of heroes rose 1365|To meet their king, our Father, while yet 1365|The world was troubled with affliction and shame, 1365|And suffering from its former slavery, 1365|That made our king to suffer much of peace. 1365|Then from the battlements of glory they 1365|Poured in through all the gates, 1365|Until their king, in his eternal pride, 1365|Stood by his people. Then the mighty deeds 1365|Of this great warring nations of men, 1365|Were wondrous to behold. 1365|And the king's own heart beat high 1365|When he saw these men of fire, 1365|And heard their battle-quotes, 1365|And could not bear to be afar. 1365|The people said: "They seek a land to be 1365|A separation, bondage, or death! 1365|O lord of every race! 1365|Why is it that thus thou alone art still 1365|To us a comfort and a strength? 1365|Is it that thou wouldst have us serve thee 1365|A servant? O my lord, 1365|A servant with thee is one apart 1365|From thy dominion! If thou want'st us, 1365|Thou need'st not have to fear a blow! 1365|He whom thou dost love wilt come to thee, 1365|And thou canst see him again." 1365|And the knight said, "Yes, and bring him thy son; 1365|And I will." 1365|And the king's own son, for the son of him 1365|That was the king's chief treasure and joy, 1365|Sought him and brought him forth and served him, 1365|And said that the king's own hand 1365|Had wrought the very wonder on that face, 1365|And the heart of him that looked on it 1365|Was troubled with a woe, 1365|And the people said the king, to please them, 1365|Was setting a mark upon him there, 1365|And the blood of him that loved him 1365|He gave unto his kinsmen, and they 1365|With joy were rejoicing, 1365|And for that cause in the court and in the bower 1365|Many a hand was raised to them, 1365|And many a breast was kindled, 1365|And the hearts of people were joyful. 1365|And in his glory the glorious sun 1365|Burned over many a noble castle, 1365|That were under one roof. 1365|Then in haste came the good knight Isolt, 1365|A woman with her children, with all 1365|The daughters of Ben, the knight Isolt, 1365|Who was the prince of men. 1365|Then spake the gentle maid Isolt, 1365|With the grace of her fair teeth, 1365|"I will have none sons like thine, 1365|"For mine is grown so fair a face 1365|That I fear that it may vex the king! 1365|The king may wear it not, 1365|It is too good a thing to vex him." 1365|Then answered the noble Isolt: 1365|"I will have no sons, dear child, 1365|No sons of worth and good will 1365|That look at me with wan and pale eyes, 1365|And fear to live with me. 1365|My brothers will have them, and I, 1365|I will not have nor see 1365|The fatherly pride of their high birth, 1365|The fatherly dignity and love, 1365|That make for me a home. 1365|I will be my love's sweet hostage 1365|And hold and keep thee in my love, 1365|Till the end of time, at thy bitterest cost, 1365|I will bury in the earth." 1365|Then unto Ben the child did kneel, 1365|And said, "Dear Ben, if I might take 1365|Thy child for my wife, I would not change 1365|Thy child for gold or any thing." 1365|And Ben answered, " ======================================== SAMPLE 49090 ======================================== 24405|We may be wise, or we may be foolish, 24405|But we know what the world means by a glance-- 24405|'Twill come, or it may come late. 24405|When the first star went forth, 24405|And the first wild moon came, 24405|And the first, fleeting breath 24405|Of morning came, 24405|I knelt there in the misty night 24405|At my dead love's dim, empty room: 24405|Then the world lay so dark, 24405|And the sky was so gray and still, 24405|And the last star went out, 24405|And the last, wild, moon-white moon 24405|Came unto me at break of day: 24405|Then I knew I did not die-- 24405|And it was but a passing dream. 24405|We have come into the season, the winter weather being still; 24405|The blackbird, at the window, is singing as loudly as he can. 24405|We have come into the season, the cold, harsh world is still to us, 24405|The little birds are singing in the lane as we go over the hill; 24405|The snow lies still and warm and light upon the fallen trees, 24405|Heard sounds the wind in his face, as we came into the season, 24405|Like a sword at the hilt, and a breath like flame through the snow. 24405|The house is all wrapped up in its flapping garments of change; 24405|What though winter is come? 24405|Though the wind is dark, the storm is loud and loud and close? 24405|All is the same, is not it? 24405|Here is the bed where we slept together, here is the dresser 24405|Where we lay so still together that you slept so near to me: 24405|All is the same, is that not it? 24405|You loved me so, and all is lost 24405|Unless the spring comes back. 24405|Love at last is awakened 24405|When the earth is bare of snow, 24405|Larks, and grasses, and the birches, and all the birds of the air. 24405|When the wind and the snow have been together long enough to freeze, 24405|And the sea-shells have drifted in the sunshine, and the sea-stream 24405|has touched the shore-- 24405|The spring comes back again, the spring that died long ago. 24405|In the summer time, in the pleasant weather, we lie together 24405|And one day out of the other the whole year long one kiss will be 24405|Love to love is a flame, love to love is a wood's sweet burden, 24405|Love is the spring, love is the earth, love is the season, the snow, 24405|The water-springs, the leaves, and the trees. 24405|And all my waking life I do call that which doth beget the day 24405|When you have loved me, then, and then 24405|When you have loved me, that I come 24405|Back to this life that is to be, 24405|I have found that you are true and fair, 24405|Laughing at every trick I know, 24405|And I have given you all I have. 24405|My life lies open there on the ground, 24405|And I wait for the sign that you are here 24405|I wait patiently on the day you rise 24405|To lay the roses at your feet, 24405|To bring your garments of dress and gold 24405|Home with you into my home, 24405|And my heart doth hear in your absence 24405|The music of the trees across 24405|The woodland pathways falling down, 24405|And the soft fall that fills all the air. 24405|And my soul hears in your absence 24405|Music and the whisper of birds 24405|And the voice and voice-like of trees, 24405|And the sound of a mighty tide of water. 24405|My life doth wait that you may return 24405|My soul waits endlessly for you, 24405|And the world waits in vain that you may bring 24405|The things I love to you: if you should not come 24405|Back to this life that is to be, 24405|If your sweet presence should be hid 24 ======================================== SAMPLE 49100 ======================================== 1365|And the sun on the city of Bethlehem. 1365|A thousand or two thousand years ago, 1365|He lay upon a mattress of the earth; 1365|A thousand years ago, the king of the Romans 1365|He lay in a golden robe upon the earth, 1365|In a golden robe, and upon a golden throne. 1365|But when the Roman, the idolatrous king, 1365|Fell into the temple of his holocaust, 1365|Into the place of the fire-flames, where he 1365|Laid his dead body, the King of the Iron Islands 1365|Fell into the furnace, and without a sound 1365|Entered, and without a breath of earth or heat, 1365|Made iron to fit his lusty arm of steel, 1365|And with the power of the moon he made it forge; 1365|Then, then he spoke, all in a voice of thunder, 1365|His mouth with the thunder of an evil fame: 1365|"Lo, this is the city of Bethlehem; 1365|As I said to all, all save one; and he 1365|Will be its king, and its king will he." 1365|Then said the king of the Iron Islands, 1365|As in his hand the Iron Isles he held: 1365|"O Bethlehem, what sayeth thou to me, 1365|That comest to speak with thee as once before?" 1365|Shouted the Bethlehem bell: the stars stood still, 1365|And all the stars stood still for fear of him. 1365|"Have mercy, King," was all the Bethlehem bell 1365|That heard in the night to hear him. 1365|"What is this thou bringest me, my father, 1365|That comest with a mountain of fire, 1365|That comest with light in its high course 1365|From hell and from the lake of blood? 1365|"Am I, my father, thy own son? 1365|And art thou a king, or art thou a slave, 1365|And do these things mean?" then spake the Bethlehem bell, 1365|As in a dream it heard the words of man. 1365|"Be silent, Bethlehem bell, be silent; 1365|If thy sound should reach the king of kings, 1365|His mighty anvil, and the anvil of the Lord, 1365|He his hand would shake and bless thee!" 1365|And the Bethlehem bell made murmurings and murmurs, 1365|As it heard the words that fell from the Iron Isles, 1365|And the king of the Iron Islands uttered them, 1365|In words, and with his voice. 1365|"Are they not words, then, spoken and spoken, 1365|Or has there come before us some voice more grievous 1365|Than thou hast heard?" the king of the Iron Islands exclaimed, 1365|While from his hand arose a mountain of fire 1365|More terrible, more grievous than any speech 1365|The silence in the Iron Isles heard. 1365|And lo, as by a vision there before them 1365|They saw an iron fetter, and a woe 1365|That writhed and writhed and writhed again and again, 1365|Till all the iron in the mighty jaws 1365|Of that great rock was changed to fiery flame, 1365|And down from out the depths of the deep 1365|There came a voice, a dreadful voice, whose sound 1365|Was as the moan of the damned in everlasting woe: 1365|"Why standest thou? why dismount thy back? 1365|Why wilt thou leave thy country and kindred? 1365|Why wilt thou come to a land afar? 1365|"I am the Iron Isles' King; and I take 1365|From out these burning sands, and from the sands 1365|The children of Adam, of the little race 1365|Of creeping things, of animals that creep 1365|And things invisible in the dim beforetime 1365|Of man, the earth; the dust. I give them all 1365|Their earthly journey and their coming home. 1365|"Thou art the child of God; and Godless thou! 1365|If I were bound among the infernal throng, 1365|Thou never, never must return home; 1365|I ======================================== SAMPLE 49110 ======================================== 24869|A match for his bright-eyed follower, 24869|He, by a hundred thousand slain, 24869|Is come to banishment and woe.(1015) 24869|The mighty Lord of Men has seen 24869|These thousands of the giant race; 24869|They, all the giant army, flew 24869|To his high city on the north: 24869|He saw them, and had deemed them lost, 24869|For Ráma’s arm that sought them led. 24869|He saw them, and the fiends that guard 24869|This realm, were fain to win the day, 24869|And on his mighty bow were bent: 24869|So Ráma reached that realm to gain. 24869|Still onward with the monster fled 24869|The heroes of the giant crew. 24869|Like clouds in darkness circling round, 24869|With feet which none might outstrip, 24869|They gathered as the sun to vie; 24869|With arms in act to conquer or destroy. 24869|They saw the giant troops repell, 24869|And held their ground, and kept their march, 24869|The mighty lord of Raghu’s race, 24869|Whose arm the giant race could fight. 24869|Then, like a mighty river swelling 24869|Through every forest to the main, 24869|Came Rávaṇ’s host with battle cry: 24869|The war-cry of the giant band. 24869|They saw the vultures that assail, 24869|And fled in fearful panic, where 24869|Their mighty master led his host. 24869|They fled to that vast lake and shore, 24869|They fled away in terror sore, 24869|And fled in fearful fear and woe, 24869|When Ráma to his help came near. 24869|So fled they, and with ease were gone, 24869|Their strength with might of air and man 24869|Was matched with might of monsters there, 24869|Unnumbered as the giants are. 24869|With strength and might to match with these, 24869|Came Lanká’s lord, the ocean’s King, 24869|And by his giant-charmer led 24869|The army to the vengeful foe. 24869|The giants from the forest went 24869|With raiment white as ivory: 24869|They bare the prince to Daṇḍak’s shade 24869|That robed him like a vulture. 24869|Canto XXXIX. Rávan’s Departure. 24869|The king once more at Ráma’s side 24869|With joyful welcome to the place, 24869|And when the lord of Lanká came, 24869|To meet him went the warriors all. 24869|The high-sacrificing hero, he, 24869|Fervent in prayer, the mighty chief 24869|Received with joyful mind: 24869|“My brother, king, the good Sugríva, 24869|Has come to seek his home: he comes 24869|To stay and reign the years. 24869|My heart is heavy with the thought 24869|That he in life and death has reft 24869|Our bliss, our wealth, our bliss.” 24869|All showed with joy their joy and pride, 24869|That each at Ráma’s stay had come 24869|With Lakshmaṇ far from home to stand, 24869|And Vánar race beside his feet. 24869|Before his feet the monarch bent 24869|Bent on his lady he of right, 24869|And then each lord of giant kind 24869|With reverent palm to her he pressed. 24869|Thus with the lord of heaven revered 24869|The lords of forest race he knew. 24869|He looked upon the lady nigh, 24869|And on his feet with joy they leapt: 24869|“Receive, my lord, our gracious guest, 24869|And hither hasten to be near. 24869|Our mighty lord the king is now 24869|The wise Vánars’ peer, 24869|And he who sought the forest east 24869|Now seeks our realm of south.” 24869|Canto XXXV ======================================== SAMPLE 49120 ======================================== 1365|And now at last they came upon the gate. 1365|Lights were twinkling on the shining stone, 1365|And on the pillars of the porch they leaned, 1365|And lo! the doors were open wide, and loud 1365|Were clattering footsteps of the foemen all, 1365|And the red head of a wild boar looked down 1365|On the two camps of Hielan soldiers, 1365|And cried: o King, how long have ye abode 1365|A bandit outpost, and how long 1365|Himself hath kept the garrison in the wall, 1365|Nor sent thee from thy palace and the town? 1365|Thou know'st that I am Zeugl's noble son; 1365|Thou know'st this, O King, and shalt thou not 1365|Reassure him as he comes with his fair bride 1365|Across the threshold of thy presence here? 1365|It may not be. In any case this city 1365|Can never endure the kingly king; 1365|It shall be utterly burned, and thine own 1365|Shalt be the only thing left in this land. 1365|I go out at night. From my palace I 1365|Unlock the gates; and through the gateway, then, 1365|I pass into the field, where thou, if e'er, 1365|Hadst known me and thy father's good old name. 1365|Let us go in. And now the hour draws near 1365|When thou wilt learn what gifts the hands of Christ 1365|Have won thee, in the day of Judas' treason. 1365|What, though at night the palace and the wall 1365|Have shut thee in against thee, and the night 1365|Keep thee in darkness? Thou hast little need 1365|To fear any thing save God alone, 1365|To whom thou wouldst gladly have recourse 1365|In all this evil, if but Christ would lay 1365|The sins of all the world alike, as light. 1365|The king is sleeping now; and all the mirth 1365|Of the merry revels is stilled. The folk 1365|Are silent; the light of life in the land 1365|Goes forth to wander from it. O my Son! 1365|Do I not make thee a covenant oft, 1365|By day and night, in this great oath thou take? 1365|And, in affliction and in trouble and in need, 1365|By my life, by my body and in mine, 1365|Leave not my bed a bed for thee; and if thou 1365|Abhorrence or fearst that which I do make thee, 1365|Thou shalt not pass the threshold of the Christ 1365|Forget me in the night. O little children! 1365|And shall not that day come, when the weary poor 1365|Shall be relieved from hunger and from toil; 1365|And then, with thee be light as any star! 1365|Then thy Mother shall come, for ever dear, 1365|And in the night, with the aid of all the angels, 1365|Seek and release thee from this night of woe. 1365|It shall not be so. For Christ shall be with thee, 1365|And will be your Saviour; and thy feet 1365|Shall be cloven on the way. Thou shalt be 1365|Not of this world. This day I do declare it. 1365|Away, then, my best and fairest; that thou 1365|Thou mayst be more merrily worthy, Prince, 1365|As is the bride, the mother, the lady, 1365|Thee and thy mother, from death and from death's 1365|Deep, deep diseases, and from darkness born, 1365|Before we mount again, this night. I pray 1365|Thy Mother, Queen of Heaven, that she may bear 1365|A child unto thee, thy only Lord, 1365|Whose name shall be pronounced the everlasting 1365|In heaven and earth; and thou shalt be His son. 1365|(They mount their steeds and see.) 1365|What means this fearful herald? Be it but a dream, 1365|Or a foretaste of that hereafter here 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 49130 ======================================== 21003|The sky is a blue haze, 21003|The water glares white and clear; 21003|The sun shines in its rays, 21003|With his great golden gaze 21003|So bright, so bright, 21003|But oh, he is not what he seems! 21003|For, as we look, his face-- 21003|His face so beautiful 21003|It is the face of a father. 21003|My little brother, Thomas, 21003|He did this thing; 21003|He walked upon the sea. 21003|I looked--but I am afraid, 21003|And so am you. 21003|My little brother, Thomas, 21003|He never thought 21003|He would walk on the sea.-- 21003|If you would be a sailor, 21003|He said, 21003|Don't think of the sea! 21003|That's why I am afraid; 21003|They will kill us both, 21003|I fear, that sea. 21003|My little brother, Thomas, 21003|He saw 21003|Two birds they call, 21003|Except in a bird's-eye view, 21003|A bird's-eye view, 21003|But no bird's eyes see him. 21003|They walk in the air;-- 21003|The one may fly, 21003|The other may walk on the sea, 21003|And on the sea. 21003|My little brother, Thomas, 21003|He was never angry; 21003|And to-day, 'twould take a fool, 21003|To be angry with him; 21003|I think he would make a duck, 21003|And I am sure they would shoot it,-- 21003|He said, 21003|Don't stare at anything, 21003|At all 21003|Except your own eyes, 21003|At all 21003|Except your own eyes, 21003|At all 21003|Except your own eyes. 21003|My little brother, Thomas, 21003|He says, 21003|There's nothing but a human eye 21003|That sees the sun. 21003|His hands, 21003|He must hold the bottle, 21003|And he must hold the human eye; 21003|'Tis said--and I quote from him,-- 21003|That man has never seen the sun 21003|Unless he looked it through a human eye; 21003|And so do my people-- 21003|The very same is true; 21003|'Tis strange, 21003|And it is strange, I wot, 21003|That man should know so much, 21003|And not be able to tell a woman 21003|A thing that's very simple to the man. 21003|_The Shepherd's Dream_ 21003|O, the sweet Springtime! 21003|The grass is sweet in the meadows, 21003|The birds are singing,-- 21003|The roses in the meadows 21003|Make merry, 21003|For the roses in the meadows 21003|Give merry, 21003|The meadows are golden; 21003|The birds are singing; 21003|So sweet they are flying, 21003|So free they are flitting, 21003|The earth is laughing; 21003|And the birds are singing, 21003|The earth is laughing, 21003|For the birds are singing, 21003|As merry 21003|As the angels 21003|Which dwell in the starry 21003|High heaven. 21003|Ah! they're singing of hope, 21003|For the sun and the stars 21003|Are smiling, 21003|And the birds are singing, 21003|As merry 21003|As the angels 21003|Which dwell in the starry 21003|High heaven. 21003|Come to the dance, come to the dance, 21003|Come to the merry 21003|Feet of the fair maid, come to the merry 21003|Feet of the fair maid; 21003|Sing merrily, sing merrily, 21003|Come to the merry 21003|Feet of the fair maid. 21003|Come to the merry dance, come to the merry 21003|Feet of the fair maid, come to the merry 21003 ======================================== SAMPLE 49140 ======================================== 2732|He was a man of peace,--no less,-- 2732|No, nay, he was a brave man, 2732|He went for the last time down 2732|He fought for God's glory and right. 2732|He died in the fight! All are right 2732|He fought for his Country's glory; 2732|He died for his Country's pride; 2732|The World will see him no more, 2732|And he was a hero true! 2732|Saints to you, now I hear them, 2732|Pray for all my people still; 2732|Pray you, send a clear message 2732|To all the men and women 2732|Who serve a Master you love; 2732|Send a clear message that they 2732|Might better for a time retain 2732|Your right the black devils fling, 2732|Should God send back our boys, 2732|He'll let them keep, as they do. 2732|To the brave and noble, let's send them! 2732|They may live in our bosom flowers, 2732|And the dew of the morning may fall 2732|Into the dust and its bracken; 2732|But never again shall they come to us, 2732|To be nursed for a summer's day. 2732|All true souls who have lived and striven 2732|In our name, for our glory's sake, 2732|Our hearts shall our thoughts refresh: 2732|If they come back, who ever went? 2732|If they come back--all right, there's room, 2732|One only ask and ask in vain. 2732|They shall not come back. To some 2732|On the shore their ship they shall be; 2732|There shall be no life, no less! 2732|They shall not come back. They are free! 2732|No one will lose them, and no one 2732|Will trust us for old friends' sake. 2732|We have watched them from our window-pane, 2732|And we see them pass by and by; 2732|We have loved them as God's children, 2732|We have loved them, and we knew! 2732|They will pass, and we shall not be sad-- 2732|Let them keep their old name of love: 2732|Their spirit is not dark nor guilty, 2732|They are not lost, they are not dead. 2732|To the brave and noble, let's send them! 2732|Their lives we have borne. Their death is naught, 2732|They shall live with us in the grave. 2732|I never quite remember 2732|The time we met; 2732|In some strange moment of chance, 2732|When I was bound, 2732|I'd just made a wish'd-for alliance 2732|I'd walk with you, 2732|As a true, lasting partnership, 2732|All over the earth. 2732|You were as young as the world, 2732|Full a hundred, 2732|With a soft and shining eye, 2732|And a courteous way. 2732|You were not impolite, or rude, 2732|Nor too proud, nor yet proud of pride, 2732|Your thoughts did not seem to bind, 2732|Though I, your highness, 2732|Was too mean to vie with you. 2732|But you were so wise, and wise- 2732|Thoughted, wise-spoken; 2732|I could read, yet could not divine, 2732|How old you were. 2732|I was in my early teens, 2732|And you were in your sevent; 2732|I was in my early teens, 2732|And you were in your prime. 2732|You were the highest in age, 2732|And I was the lowest; 2732|We had grown accustomed to each 2732|In our early teens. 2732|But I could never forget, 2732|Till your age came, 2732|That I was, you were not I, 2732|My only one. 2732|In your eyes I could not trace 2732|The same bright light, 2732|As it had been, it was not; 2732|The same music ======================================== SAMPLE 49150 ======================================== 42058|But it's a sad event to my sorrowful heart 42058|His name was in the Book of Lays: the evil days 42058|Are past, and I am free from all his harm. 42058|"Now what has he, when I am gone from him, 42058|Of sorrow?--a moment's joyous hope and sorrow 42058|Turn'd into bitter grief. Behold, thou sayst 42058|That he at earliest dawn is gone; and I, 42058|Who loved him, am condemned to weep and weep-- 42058|And wept all day, and still we seem to cry: 42058|His head upon my bosom, I with tears 42058|Am wetting, while he too, through mine ears, cries: 42058|'O love! the days that are no more are past 42058|In this low world, and we who now are free, 42058|Are what he call'd them.' 42058|"One morn he came unto me, and cried 42058|'Thy name, and mine, and fain would I convey 42058|My meaning to thee.' 42058|"I said, 'O gentle-hearted! in these 42058|Sad days, what hope wilt thou have? Will some day 42058|Thou find such peace, that thou no more shalt wonder 42058|To see me at this mountain-top, and tell 42058|My secret to my love'?" 42058|"So he went on, but by and by, a change 42058|Came o'er his visage; then I know not 42058|Which is the more pitiful: for the voice 42058|Of all things hath a choice of its own, 42058|And tells thee plainly what it saith to thee. 42058|But I was very near in heart and tears, 42058|For the voice of all things had a choice 42058|Of its own, and cried at a word from thee. 42058|Now here there beth no longer anything 42058|But only the voice of that good master hand, 42058|Whom thou didst worship in days when I knew not; 42058|And, gazing in silence on the depths of his eyes, 42058|And not a word more, I heard his soul in mine 42058|Break forth in sighs." 42058|"He came not, then, 42058|But with a word or a glance, or a sign, 42058|Did send me back my thought to him from heaven. 42058|My soul is but one voice in all the whole 42058|World, and my hope is but a living hope. 42058|I will not look in this man's sad eyes. 42058|For God, the highest Father, he is mine, 42058|And I will be thine in the hope of the whole 42058|World, and of one another." 42058|"But now I have found 42058|A voice in the night's seething anguish, 42058|A whisper in the silence of the world, 42058|A song upon the lips of the silent deep: 42058|Who is my fellow, when I clasp mine own?" 42058|"We sat by the fireside, on the mountain side, 42058|Laughed with the echoes, and drank the wine; 42058|Said nothing for the night, till 'twas dark, and grey 42058|Laughed and drank and dreamt of each other still. 42058|I saw in the darkness, and shut my eyes, 42058|As much to weep for, as to dream of you. 42058|'Why ask of heaven, wherein are all things found? 42058|Ask the stars and the heavens, nor ask in vain. 42058|Tell me the peace which God from every part 42058|Hath drawn into his heart, and hid in store.' 42058|"'O thou, who in thyself so late hast heard 42058|Such words, that thy belief dost not doubt, 42058|And wouldst have ask with an undoubting heart 42058|How near is faith, ask what the words are meant, 42058|Who has so often, by the good man's prayer, 42058|Brought back assurance from afar. Say thou 42058|Whether, when it is not God's will, he bids 42058|Good men again return. Tell me, is good 42058|A source of all your ======================================== SAMPLE 49160 ======================================== 941|And a long silence falls on us here. 941|And we have heard this song, 941|For it has been the theme for many a day, 941|And we have stood in the great halls of state, 941|For we have heard the theme so beautiful, 941|And we have stood in the great halls of sin. 941|How often have we stood and listened, 941|Pondering upon this song so strange, 941|And we have listened and pondered, 941|And we have sat in silence at night, 941|And we have pondered until the hours, 941|And we have sat in the grand east-light, 941|And we have sat in the sun, 941|And we have felt the sweet light and warmth 941|Of this theme so beautiful, 941|And we have felt, in the dark of the room, 941|The sweet, far sounds so wonderful. 941|And we have heard this music, and we have sat in the places that we had heard of 941|But we feel the soft and the great and the tender things of it, 941|But we can never forget it, 941|And we are tired of hearing and of pondering upon it, 941|And we are tired of waiting in the darkness for the answers, 941|And we are tired of waiting in the night, 941|And we are tired of wondering how there is room to answer them. 941|But the world is not so simple as we imagined it, 941|For it is full of the glory of all things, 941|And there are always some hidden things that give us delight, 941|And there is always some hidden joy that we know will follow. 941|So this is our music. And we have heard it in churches and in 941|schools, and in many a meeting of us. 941|And a poet has sung it, in a strange and wonderful way, 941|And we have listened with the other men in the mood. 941|And there is always some secret there, hidden from us now, 941|And there is always some song to go along with it, 941|And we are tired of the struggle, and we are tired of waiting 941|For the answers that we are striving to find. 941|In an old time chapel, by some old walls, 941|There used to be a young priest, 941|And a little old priest was he, 941|Who went in his robes of white 941|And the cassock of gray. 941|The people called him good, and good 941|The people called the blacksmith King, 941|For gold they hired the young priest 941|With robes of his own fur, 941|And red and black and black and red 941|Were the colors gold. 941|The children worshipped him in church, 941|The sick and the well, 941|The poor, or poor enough to beg 941|Where the good priest had his place, 941|The poor, or poor enough to buy 941|His silver prayers and cakes. 941|And ever the children prayed and wept 941|About the man King Gold. 941|The poor and the rich, the blacksmith King 941|And the old priest and the blacksmith boy 941|To go a-burning together, 941|And the priest to cut his cord 941|And the blacksmith King to stone. 941|But here they all are scattered far 941|And never a priest or pastor see 941|These poor and blacksmith boys, 941|But they make their names and their praise 941|In the blacksmith priests and soldiers' song. 941|When the sun was high 941|And the air was sweet, 941|One day the two wandered down, 941|And into meadow went he and I, 941|To walk as children play 941|Through grassy meadows green and sweet 941|That lie all about the flowery land. 941|In each of us as we went 941|Felt something that was holy and bright 941|With God's dearness so to see. 941|Then I said, "What a wonderful man 941|This is who sits there in his golden chair, 941|With hands folded ======================================== SAMPLE 49170 ======================================== 36954|A picture is worth a thousand words. 36954|A picture is worth a thousand words. 36954|A picture is worth a thousand words. 36954|A picture is worth a thousand words. 36954|A picture is worth a thousand words. 36954|"I'll give you twenty, please," the man, 36954|Cried I, under my hat--and there 36954|I staid in the park; and never more 36954|Was Jack!--or rather--was Jack; 36954|And while the others all were gone, 36954|I stood there alone and looked on. 36954|Why do you ask me? Why to me 36954|Was this my life? 36954|Why me? Because as I can tell 36954|I was so fair. 36954|No other girl I ever knew 36954|Could ever compare, from nose to chin, 36954|With you--with you--of course! 36954|I am convinced that, for to-day 36954|You are as I am! 36954|Do I not laugh, when round and round 36954|The boys would shout, with shouts, to see 36954|A pin? 36954|Do I not feel a flush of pain 36954|Just thinking of it, and so feel 36954|That I alone am what I seem 36954|On paper? 36954|Did you not say I was an 36954|An all-purpose girl? 36954|Well, yes--said, sometimes. On 36954|A subject like this I think 36954|That she might find herself, a-cold, 36954|Or sick, or scared, 36954|But you? You never, at any 36954|Innocent time, a-looked at me 36954|With anything but a blank stare, 36954|Nor spoke of me as anything 36954|But girl. 36954|When your smile or words were on the watch, 36954|Or in the parlor or somewhere, 36954|I've the sense that you were there, 36954|Or in the way you were or could, 36954|To watch the little baby-girl 36954|That was about the baby's bedtime: 36954|A tiny blossom of the home, 36954|Like a thin black sheet of paper, 36954|And that there in the little room, 36954|And in the mother, 36954|Was folded so,-- 36954|A paper lamb of gentle looks, 36954|As lovely, as pretty, as sweet, 36954|As ever soft, soft rose 36954|Ever bright with heavenly light 36954|Grew in the baby-litter bowl 36954|There in that little mother's room. 36954|I never cared a moment about it; 36954|No, thank you! it's all past and gone: 36954|And I believe you never cared a single 36954|Twinkle in the sun, either. 36954|I've no hope in any hope for me to marry! 36954|Oh, the devil take my life for what it is! 36954|But, for the love of God, go on with me; 36954|See the big world, and--like a baby girl-- 36954|Sometime see it, and I never must see it! 36954|So--I'm off into the world to travel, 36954|Where--the suns of all the world smile only 36954|To make the roads of youth and travel smile, 36954|And, if you need a rest--take only this; 36954|And then your road, I never will tell or tell. 36954|And so I'm off into the world to wander, 36954|Where--the world will smile only to hurt you 36954|So that some day you'll ask to come again, 36954|When you'll fear to look for peace and rest 36954|For fear of what you'd have to say, or ask 36954|At all! 36954|Oh, I'm off into the world to travel, 36954|And I can see the world I did not know before; 36954|And I can hear it whisper, too remote and strange-- 36954|"Look away! it has no beauty now like thee!" 36954|And, if you'd come to see me at any time, 36954|I can't tell you why, nor ask you why ======================================== SAMPLE 49180 ======================================== 8672|The rascal, the Rump, to be sure, 8672|Himself his own traitor, 8672|Who made the country gay and glad, 8672|And now the country's all aflame, 8672|Who made the country gay and glad. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, was too strong 8672|To keep the wicked safe from harm; 8672|The tyrant, the Rump, had too much 8672|The wretch within their kennel, 8672|The wretch within his kennel. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, was too strong 8672|To keep the wicked safe from harm; 8672|The tyrant, the Rump, had too much 8672|The wretch within their kennel, 8672|The wretch within his kennel. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, was too strong 8672|To keep the wicked safe from harm; 8672|The tyrant, the Rump, had too much 8672|The wretch within their kennel, 8672|The wretch within his kennel. 8672|O, happy is the man whose ears 8672|Will hear the new way to the stars, 8672|The way the wise and prudent sing, 8672|The way they had in mind, 8672|The way of manly hope and truth, 8672|As told to you by fools and knaves. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, is gone, 8672|And now the rumbling ruck and ruck 8672|Of all the other things and men, 8672|The big with all the weak and mean, 8672|Are all a clatter and a bang. 8672|O, welcome to the rumbling ruck 8672|And rumbling riddle of life, 8672|The way it was long, long ago, 8672|The way it still will be. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, is gone, 8672|And now the rumbling ruck and ruck, 8672|The way it was long, long ago, 8672|Is all a clatter and a bang. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, is gone, 8672|And now the rumbling ruck and ruck 8672|It was long, long ago, 8672|It still will be. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, is gone, 8672|And now the rumbling ruck and ruck 8672|The way it was long, long ago, 8672|The way it still will be. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, is gone, 8672|And now the rumbling ruck and ruck 8672|It was long, long ago, 8672|It still will be. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, is gone, 8672|And now the rumbling ruck and ruck 8672|The way it was long, long ago, 8672|The way it still will be. 8672|The patriot, the good cause, is gone, 8672|And now the rumbling ruck and ruck 8672|The way it was long, long ago, 8672|The way it still will be. 8672|We'll be a-quakin' for the fun, 8672|A-settin' in the boggy clime; 8672|The boys at cricket 'll keep us fair, 8672|The women'll make us good cheer; 8672|The lads will make the "Lads' Club" ring, 8672|And "Bog and Buck" will cheer us all; 8672|The ladies will smile on us at ball, 8672|A-layin' round our tables all. 8672|We'll be a-quakin' for the fun, 8672|And we'll be a-barkin' for our bread, 8672|And we'll be a-barkin' for our bread, 8672|And we'll be a-quakin' for the fun, 8672|And we'll be a-quakin' for the fun. 8672|Now, I should be a-dreamin', if you please 8672|The time I'm a-holdin' ist so light 8672|This year that we can have the ball 8672|And not a miss would make a span. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 49190 ======================================== 3473|To seek me out the life which was my own. 3473|Forget-me-not, the tear of bitter pain; 3473|Lone, desolate, that long-lost soul of mine! 3473|Hark! It is the trumpet of the Judge! 3473|Come thou, and sit thee down by the dead! 3473|Thou wilt not be rejected, O Lord, 3473|In thy benedictory bearing. 3473|Thou art a Lord of hosts, and thus 3473|I mourn him who has lost his God, 3473|Who shall endure death, but who, I say, 3473|In everlasting punishment. 3473|So long as death with life commix, 3473|Like flowers in garden-beds, shall men 3473|Have life, although they have no fruit. 3473|I, even I, in deep content, shall sit 3473|By the dead man's couch, in an ancient grave, 3473|Hearing the old Judge declare to me 3473|My soul was damned in sin to life. 3473|I shall not be despised nor feared, 3473|I shall not, I, the condemned be cursed, 3473|Nor be condemned, nor be envanted, 3473|Until my soul-exhilarating thought, 3473|That was but death here, is gone abroad. 3473|Heed not the scornful, the snarled, the blind; 3473|How shall they hate, or hate the wise, 3473|Who love in their young foolishness, 3473|And with thy soul enjoy the heaven 3473|Whereby the wise and fools are grieved? 3473|No! they shall always have an audience 3473|From God, to whom their thoughts would say, 3473|"Lord, grant us, thou of truth, of Thy goodness, 3473|Thy grace to be made perfect in time!" 3473|For, O my God, what guerdon should they find 3473|But that Thou, of whom thou doest not the sway, 3473|O Master, Lord God, who from the clouds, 3473|In the clefts of the world, to Thy own self art seen, 3473|And who e'en to Thy servant turneth day and night, 3473|When the old man in this world, so old, is weary 3473|To the utmost of Thy power, and so is I, 3473|To turn anew to Thee, for all my days, my Lord, 3473|All my sorrow and my myalousiness, 3473|To turn to Thee, for all my day and night? 3473|Ah, I too have in thy service long time been. 3473|In the dark old age I turned to Thee, 3473|And my strength and wisdom lost to me. 3473|My limbs were withered and my strength decayed, 3473|My beauty was decayed in me, 3473|And my strength was weak, and my wisdom was spent, 3473|And the old man in this world was tired of me. 3473|"Master, why hast thou not to me this boon, 3473|Why hast thou not unto me?" "Lord, thyself 3473|Wast present in thy servant's plight." 3473|Oh I am as a young man who is faring 3473|On the roads and alleys road and neighborhood, 3473|With his old strength and his old wisdom, 3473|And his old strength all shorn, and his old wisdom gone. 3473|"Why hast thou to me that boon in my possession, 3473|Why hast thou that boon which was Thy will, 3473|Thyself, my Lord, of long ago?" 3473|I see the dark world of death round me, 3473|I feel the strength of death and weakness stand. 3473|"And will not Thou, O God, for such cause 3473|Let mine old strength go out to the dust?" 3473|"Wherefore will Thou not the old strong strength give, 3473|Shatter the chain of death, send forth my will? 3473|"Thy will is in vain against the old age 3473|Made but to keep pace with the new old age? 3473|Who shall say Thy will is not in vain? 3473|The Old have left the New to pace Thee?" 3473| ======================================== SAMPLE 49200 ======================================== 1727|to come and give her a true love of her father, and tell her she should 1727|give him one with a free hand, and he would be kindly to her, and 1727|would care for her in all things which he should ask of her. The 1727|woman heard what the son of Oronteus said and wept in her sorrow, 1727|and Helen sat weeping by herself upon one of the benches at the 1727|boarder gate. 1727|"The goddess," said she at the last, "has come to tell me that my 1727|good people are dying and I have no time to tell my sorrow or 1727|my love to some one else, for I have no time to keep any more." 1727|"You have better things to grieve over," said Argive Telemachus, 1727|"for you will have plenty of time to grieve over them as long as 1727|"But tell me, sir, why are the dead still living, and if any 1727|one are living now, and if it is true that when you have been 1727|there you can hear their voices whispering that they love you, and 1727|have sent you servants to tell you of their love, as you have told 1727|them." 1727|"Well," answered Telemachus, "you will say that your people 1727|are not true to you--why, they may have been honest, but now and 1727|then they are armed brigands, and some have killed and maimed 1727|the poor souls whom they have left so poor. If any god or chief 1727|man let them cross the sea, and I could not hear of any man 1727|killing them, yet I am certain that the gods must have been 1727|too busy to notice or care for all their murders, for none of a 1727|like to Telemachus, nor any man that was in power with him, 1727|and I myself do not think the gods cared much about him, either 1727|while he was alive or after he had died." 1727|As he spoke he threw his cap on to the ground with a loud shout of 1727|glee. The maidens thereon, weeping bitterly, and turning 1727|themselves into the tent, stood weeping all covered head and 1727|foot and body. 1727|"Alas," said the good nurse Pallas Minerva, "what ails one of 1727|his women? The goddess seems to think that he is ill or in great 1727|pain. But tell me truly, so that my heart may be glad, if you 1727|have seen that man and your father, how your husband can be ill? 1727|Are you in the least surprised at seeing him so pale and in great 1727|pain? The men are much better off when they are not so much 1727|abused as when they are ill treated." 1727|"And the woman," said the good nurse Pallas Minerva, "is she 1727|that had given me such great affection; but even she was much 1727|fain, indeed, of making amends for her bad words, since she 1727|really cares nothing for the gods. One thing I think indeed she 1727|should have said at the beginning, and avoided what was even 1727|much later on; for when Ulysses heard those words of his father 1727|where he said how the hand of Mercury the son of Polybus 1727|had done the work of all men's wishes, and how the women 1727|in the house of the king had given him drink on going to the 1727|workhouse, he said nothing to the woman, but went back to the place 1727|where his father's house was, where he called on the gods as if 1727|he were to do battle with them. But tell me, nurse, was there 1727|any ill to him from Minerva in this quarrel of his man with his 1727|father, or was his mother as much ill-treated as well as any other 1727|who was in office with the gods?" 1727|Then replied the nurse Pallas Minerva with dignity: "This is not the 1727|first time that you have asked about me and about my uncle's 1727|instructions. I tell you there was a long time of turmoil in 1727|the house as Ulysses was fighting the enemy about the ships, 1727|the men and the women ======================================== SAMPLE 49210 ======================================== 30672|That's all that's left to me." 30672|"There is no sorrow in the day," 30672|The poet sang, 30672|"No woe but what is due, 30672|And what is fair." 30672|So as the spring-year grew, 30672|In beauty clad, 30672|Through the forest and the lawn, 30672|The poet's voice 30672|Shook the woodland thicket with shrill. 30672|And as he went, the air that blew 30672|Breathed from heaven to earth; 30672|He did not speak a word, 30672|For love that spoke came softly there, 30672|And sweetly too 30672|He laid him down beside a tree, 30672|With his Love asleep by his side, 30672|And gently there, 30672|"And as you look on earth," the God 30672|Spake, "O love, your eyes may well 30672|Behold the spring-time fair, 30672|While the dew-drops shine and the flowers 30672|Grow for all the earth-- 30672|Love is in the flowers and grass, 30672|Bending as it meets the snow, 30672|Giving joy and comfort to the earth 30672|As it grows green, 30672|And the stars see their light divine, 30672|Though you be away. 30672|"There's a little star that prays for us 30672|Though the heavens may frown; 30672|And the flower it sees and loves the night 30672|May be but the God itself, 30672|Spending all the hours it knows by heart 30672|Life for all that's ours, 30672|And to these sweet-pained accents then, 30672|What are I to you?" 30672|"Dear Love," the God then said, 30672|"For this little gem that we can wear 30672|Love is in the flowers and grass, 30672|Bending as it meets the snow, 30672|Giving joy and comfort to the earth 30672|As it grows green, 30672|And the stars see their light divine, 30672|Though you be away. 30672|"There's a star that gazes at the earth 30672|For a while--and oh, it smiles on me, 30672|And it is the star that we cannot keep 30672|Till we pray for you. 30672|"Oh, who that can take his rest in heaven 30672|For a while--and, forsooth, 30672|Look upon the earth as it is, 30672|As it was when He came in joy 30672|To the waters and the fragrant grass 30672|And the star that looks on you?" 30672|Hark! Hark! hath the winds gone over the sea? 30672|Hast thou seen the sails of a ship when he would sail; 30672|Hath the wind no heart and no wings for the sky? 30672|Hast thou met me once in a strange land? 30672|Hast thou seen a land like the land for the sea? 30672|Hast thou said, "I am thine friend" 30672|Through a land of the blind, 30672|Where the water-gods dance and smile, 30672|And the sea-nymphs sing 30672|With the rocks and bubbles of life 30672|Thrill, with passion free 30672|To the heart, till we are one in thought, 30672|Or he who sows and reaps 30672|The harvest of all lives, 30672|He who reaps in moments of sorrow 30672|But gathers all-- 30672|Hear the singer, the hunter, the farmer, 30672|The patriot, the lover, a sage, 30672|Sing of Life and Death 30672|With one joyance in every note 30672|And a rapture in every word, 30672|Wearies, ye who hear 30672|How the poet sings 30672|Of the ways and the aisles of his home, 30672|In the dawn and the dusk and the dawn-time 30672|Of his childhood and his youth. 30672|And with one joyance in every note 30672|And a rapture in every word, 30672|Wearies, ye who hear 30672|How ======================================== SAMPLE 49220 ======================================== 28591|And I do love thee. 28591|Thou art my heart's desire, my passion's ray. 28591|Thou art my hope, my brightness, my desire. 28591|Thou art my strength,--my hope,--my dear delight. 28591|My life I seek, thy life I call my own; 28591|To thee, dear Lord, I turn, and plead in Thy name. 28591|In the dark night when I am lying alone, 28591|I know the starry heavens that far away 28591|Over the sea have shed their wondrous light; 28591|Yet the star trembles not, nor ever beams; 28591|It is hid from my sight out there in the night. 28591|The stars come out when the night-wind sighs, 28591|When the sea sings, 28591|They tell of something that is fair; 28591|But I--when the night and the stars are out-- 28591|See but a sigh there. 28591|The sea is my heart--I do not weep when it sighs. 28591|When the storm is over I come back to my home 28591|The storm and the starry clouds that flew before 28591|Are just as fair as my tears are, my tears. 28591|I say, "Good night," for he comes, and all the stars shine; 28591|But I rise up when the storm is over and sleep 28591|When the stars are in the sky. 28591|A voice of heavenly music now seems heard, 28591|A spirit now that moves the winds and waves; 28591|My hopes and my fears have disappeared and lost 28591|Since his heart came to me, my Lord! 28591|A little while and all shall be as fair 28591|As the love-light shone in a dream. 28591|The angel that has entered here, 28591|My soul shall have, 28591|That is come to my heart at my Lord's command, 28591|I can feel. 28591|To all the world his name is known, 28591|Taught from his throne, 28591|The heart is his that must love him now. 28591|Let all the world, and the world's 28591|Far-off world, 28591|Hear his voice and his power. 28591|Hear him, and in his sight, 28591|Lord, be free. 28591|Hear the children in the night, 28591|That speak to me: 28591|In their dreams they see the light, 28591|That shines from thee. 28591|Hear them, and in their sight, 28591|Hear his voice and power. 28591|Hear their dreams and know his name. 28591|I can feel. 28591|Hear him, and the dream is finished now, 28591|I will rise and go, 28591|And follow where my Lord will lead, 28591|And know. 28591|Hear his voice and power, 28591|And obey: 28591|I would not kneel there in the dark, 28591|My Lord! 28591|When the darkness hides the stars, 28591|And the nights are long, 28591|The heart has needs and desires 28591|Of sweet self-denial. 28591|But when the night cometh on 28591|My eyes are dim; 28591|And I think on those who know 28591|And love me in the dark. 28591|To one that is but one to-day 28591|Doth one thing conspire? 28591|But I, to-morrow, by to-morrow's day, 28591|Shall hold two hearts in one. 28591|It matters not if to the earth she gives 28591|Her little life, or if to the skies she rise 28591|To meet the bright stars and the great God of light, 28591|She may have all. 28591|I have seen her with the dark angels there 28591|In the pure heaven of her loving soul. 28591|The darkness fell on a day in June, 28591|And a man came to the widow's door; 28591|Saying, "I will go and fetch thee a basket." 28591|Then the widow went out and cried, 28591|"O, will he come a second time? 28591|Will he ======================================== SAMPLE 49230 ======================================== 19221|If love hath power to make thee blithe and gay, 19221|To make thee sudden rippling tears apace, 19221|If love hath power to make thee bright and glad, 19221|O let the grateful rose-bud blush for thee! 19221|For blushing is the rose-bud's signal to the sire, 19221|That his young offspring is come forth to win renown. 19221|O whither, father! wander'st thou, desolate one? 19221|From the bright limpid streams, the limpid streams of joy? 19221|I ween that the green banks of the river of joy, 19221|That the river of joy, at thy coming, hath halved. 19221|O whither, father! wanderest thou, unhappy one, 19221|A ship in the river of joy, with no hand in the helm? 19221|I ween that the river of joy at thy coming, at last, 19221|Has gone as a broken sword that has left the scabbard. 19221|Come thou with the rose-bud, 19221|And the white streamlet, 19221|And the yellow cloudlet 19221|Come thou with the moon 19221|And the tender dawn, and the morning star, 19221|Bringing the joy of thy breath upon our earth. 19221|O bird, that flierst on the tree, through the green leafy boughs, 19221|The leaves are all bare; 19221|Thou hast the weather v-e-o-o-cked, 19221|And the clouds are all in a heap; 19221|Bringing the cheer o' the Spring without the cost o' the rime, 19221|'Tis v-ing 'ard the night, little bird, 19221|The little birds sing: 19221|Let the tears come, the sorrows flow, 19221|The heart is very sad. 19221|The flowers are all gone, 19221|The leaves are all wet; 19221|Weeping is better than flower, 19221|Weep instead of flower. 19221|Ah, woe is me! with what a toil of my heart, 19221|And with what a burden they lay me down to rest; 19221|Woe to the little bed where I lay, 19221|To think that my absent Love should go to sleep 19221|Could I, like them, 19221|Sleep on the ground where he died, 19221|And could I take what they gave 19221|From my poor heart, O give a single kiss, 19221|Lest I may cover his cold, white lips with dust, 19221|Wake amid the new-born flowers, the first-born of the year, 19221|And say, "O sleep, 19221|Sleep, wake! 19221|The day is waking, 19221|The sun looks warm on me; 19221|O, slumber with thy head upon my breast, 19221|And let thee see how kindly thou hast blest me!" 19221|The wintry world is cruel and hard; 19221|I laugh, I weep. 19221|What profit through the tempest had I? 19221|With how much care: 19221|To comfort him who woke with morning kiss, 19221|And could not sleep: 19221|Or if the morning kissed first: how soon 19221|The tempestil kiss! 19221|What pleasure can there be in life? 19221|I laugh, I weep. 19221|'Tis better to be wise than good, 19221|To know all, than 19221|To leave that knowledge to the wise: 19221|Better the tempestil boon to know, 19221|And to be wise than good: 19221|And that, by which all things decay, 19221|Better to laugh than to weep: 19221|By which all things are bestow'd, 19221|By which all things are deformed, 19221|By which the heart, or judgment call'd, 19221|Or verdict or cheer'd, 19221|Shall find themselves but ill excuse: 19221|The world is wise, yet the world doth err. 19221|The world is gay, yet the world doth err; 19221|The world is glad, yet the world doth err; 19221|'Tis joy and ======================================== SAMPLE 49240 ======================================== 17192|"Now a bit of a swivel, 17192|But you must have your sword 17192|Like this, or else you're certain to die." 17192|"You mustn't, for he is coming; 17192|See him, all ready, there, 17192|Straight at the ready, and waiting there." 17192|"Well, why, the best man in the town, 17192|Come with us to win," 17192|"Who is he? Well, the best I can say 17192|Is the lad who went to the war: 17192|A long round head, a fair straight face, 17192|A jaw that weighs the sea; 17192|He was never proud, he was meek, 17192|And he never spoke heerd. 17192|"When we had come to the place of killing, 17192|We found him lying so still-- 17192|We knew him for ever one of the goodliest 17192|Of men that we did see-- 17192|A little piece of land that was all he had, 17192|Except his eyes, that we knew were blue. 17192|"Then we made him a song we know, and a song 17192|That we never made of him before-- 17192|Of a soldier of the King's men we would give 17192|Even our lives to sing it next day. 17192|"And we sung it so merrily, we could hardly tell 17192|Whether we heard the melody; 17192|Only you and I could make out it was "the lad who went 17192|To the war." 17192|"And when we had sung it so merrily when night was deep, 17192|With a song for a song we went home, 17192|And I put it in a bit of brass upon the top of the wall." 17192|As I stand on the shore, 17192|And look down on the bay, 17192|When the ships of England come in sight, 17192|I hear them coming closer and closer. 17192|Sing they of the Spanish Armada-- 17192|The Armada! it came o'er the sea, 17192|In a shroud of cloud and thunder of cannon, 17192|To dismember our crown and snuff our banner-- 17192|The Spanish Armada. 17192|Sing of the ships of England coming 17192|Like a flood in the morning, 17192|Like a deluge before the wheels 17192|Of the ships of England coming! 17192|As swift as the leap of the sea-gull 17192|When the red light shines in the sky, 17192|As heavy as the heaviest wave 17192|That rolls to the shore when night is bursting, 17192|As black as Hell itself, 17192|And a-bloom in the flaring saloon, 17192|Is the blackness of the presence of England 17192|That enters in to murder England! 17192|In the hall of kings is a balcony high, 17192|And a balcony below to lie, 17192|And a balcony above to range and fight 17192|With the arrows of England's ire. 17192|There they stand in the hall of kings, 17192|In the place where once they stood, 17192|Binding their souls to the sword 17192|In the days of old, 17192|When in one great bloody shout, 17192|Till the sword had gone, 17192|The Kings of England fell. 17192|Then up begins the shouting and fighting, 17192|With a clang and a hiss, 17192|As loud as the bursting shells, 17192|As white as the froth 17192|That the wind drives down on the schooner _The Sull_, 17192|Or the charged salvo that England sends 17192|From the heights of Castaly. 17192|And there's the shout of Englishmen 17192|For a sign of the sword, 17192|And the crack of swords for the flag 17192|That England keeps at home; 17192|And the shock of shafts for the shield 17192|That England throws abroad; 17192|And the crack of spears for the helmet 17192|That England fights abroad. 17192|The cry is "Fly infidels,"-- 17192|"Go where you will-- 17192|Fight with your weapons, ======================================== SAMPLE 49250 ======================================== 3698|From all its trees and grass, and from the bough? 3698|But, see! the wind and rain are gone, 3698|And the moon is still in heaven! 3698|Why doth the night-fog flutter by 3698|The little green fields of sloe? 3698|Why do the dunes so close invite us 3698|To linger on their edge agen? 3698|Why does the water's silver flow 3698|Not dance among the trees? 3698|Why will the birds so loudly daunt us, 3698|And the merry clouds appear? 3698|And, see! the very trees make sign 3698|That summer's at an end! 3698|No summer of his is left; 3698|No flowers on every tree; 3698|For summer is not summer now; 3698|Nor ever more is June. 3698|Ah then, why dost thou cast 3698|On Nature such disdain? 3698|But if man but enjoy the time 3698|That here is wasted, nay, destroyed. 3698|Hast thou a tenderness too? 3698|Or has thy heart grown cold, 3698|Since first in summer it was fashioned 3698|And warmed with every season? 3698|Or is that love-light but a dream, 3698|That, like a dream, is gone? 3698|I think, that love, like to the moonlight, 3698|Has but short life; for love is such 3698|A thing that it may be lost as soon 3698|As one's own love, where it is felt, 3698|So very strongly: and yet thou, my heart, 3698|With kindliness, shalt take away the care, 3698|And give the wish to kiss the kisses of 3698|Thy kisses, while thy kisses shall be 3698|A light from out the cloud above. 3698|The garden, my love, was fair and sweet, 3698|That now is sad, for all its beauty laid 3698|In woe, as in despair; and sorrow, grief, 3698|Its fruitless fruit, like dust, were scattered round, 3698|And blossomed in the tears, as in a tear. 3698|But where the bed is laid for blissful sleep 3698|It stands in that sweet and melancholy bed, 3698|Where love is sure to pine and joy is near, 3698|But sorrows are beside us and far away. 3698|How could I wish that ever I should die, 3698|That I should be forgot from men, and cold, 3698|And cruel--fatal! Oh! when I awoke 3698|That evening late, and the lamp was yet high, 3698|And all the world looked strange with sudden night, 3698|And the still dew dropt from off the grass, I thought 3698|The night had been perpetual. I thought still 3698|That none might ever rise to look on me, 3698|Till I should be forgot and so slain,--I wept. 3698|'Tis true, she who loved me first, was all the more, 3698|That made all the rest loveless; while she cried, 3698|'A widow, a broken-hearted, and a maiden, 3698|An aunt who died in child-bearing, yet had seven. 3698|But what she is, the woe of her own love, 3698|Was never known; the words alone, which did 3698|His sorrows answer, were, 'O love, I love you!' 3698|Or more plainly, 'Love's own curse is to love.' 3698|But I had other sorrows, worse and worse 3698|Than all the world saw, till I should die to light, 3698|And, when I died, the tears I gave outran 3698|The tears she, who in dying, gave in asking 3698|The life she had deserved. 'O love, I love you!' 3698|Were worse than all the vices that abound 3698|About our friends, in friendship; so that all 3698|Gave way before her gentle nature's might. 3698|Poor Mary! we had lived in pleasant ease 3698|Since last we parted, when she took the air 3698|A flower at play, and I myself was new ======================================== SAMPLE 49260 ======================================== 2622|And made it "Ginger P. S.". 2622|As one who, sitting long by the fire, 2622|Would gladly take his ease, and put out the light; 2622|But upon the discovery that 2622|I was in bed, 2622|And had not fallen to it yet, 2622|Would in a minute or two 2622|Wake from my slumbers, and think how I am to be 2622|When the lamp glimmered in the West; 2622|"The lamp is out!" said I, 2622|Bewildered; "it will not come on! 2622|I must have it lighted up at last!" 2622|I had the lamp in my hand, 2622|With the oilcloth on my face; 2622|I made a little casket hold it, 2622|With the lamp in it, and therein a candle; 2622|Then, upon a bed of glossy clean 2622|I laid it, to prove it was not dead, 2622|When down steps the secretary 2622|In the very nick of time; 2622|For his eyes were closing, so 2622|He could not see me take it, 2622|And so, if I did, no doubt, 2622|His eyes would grow lazy, 2622|And, closing, do very well. 2622|I took the lamp, he took the key, 2622|And up stairs he strode apace; 2622|Up stairs, without my asking, 2622|And without a candle lit the house; 2622|And then he came down and sat there, 2622|And all the while he talked with me, 2622|Kept the lamp burning, talking; 2622|But, as soon as I touched that word, 2622|I wished that it had gone out. 2622|As soon as the word came, "Turn the key!" 2622|Down stairs he went, without a word; 2622|And without a word of me, 2622|He pulled off the oil-skin cap, 2622|And threw it on the garbage can; 2622|And then he left the house without a light, 2622|And we waited one whole day, 2622|And I never saw him again! 2622|The stars were glitt'ring in the sky, 2622|A boy was sleeping 2622|On a white pillow: 2622|His hair was moulting, 2622|For he was weary, weary, 2622|Of the heat and the dust. 2622|A bee came stealing to his window, 2622|And he watched it 2622|Till he raised his head, 2622|And gazed on the bright sky, 2622|Then softly away he flew, 2622|For a storm was coming-- 2622|And the bee had a warning. 2622|The wind came rushing through the trees, 2622|And the storm came following,-- 2622|O the dreadful noise! 2622|He did not understand it. 2622|The boy grew ill at fev'ry, 2622|He thought the air was getting to him, 2622|So he climbed a tree, 2622|And held his breath, 2622|But at length the tree shook, 2622|And the wind dropped, 2622|And the boy's head fell down. 2622|The rain came wandering after, 2622|And he said, "It is raining!" 2622|And he drew his wet wings 2622|About him, and he went his round, 2622|Till he nearly fell asleep; 2622|And then--O the dreadful noise! 2622|He did not understand it. 2622|There was a little dog went out with a box on his head, 2622|There were three fairies sitting on a hill, 2622|And they danced a roundelay 2622|To a concert made by a little rabbit. 2622|The first little fairy smiled, 2622|The other twitched his tail, 2622|The third little fairy whistled. 2622|The second little fairy frowned, 2622|The next looked up, "What a shame!" said she. 2622|The third little fairy frowned so 2622|He almost dropped his box. 2622|"Come here and take a drag"-- 2622|So the little ======================================== SAMPLE 49270 ======================================== 1280|With a few tears and sobbing, 1280|Or that of a lost girl 1280|In the depths of another home; 1280|Then a prayer for the soul! 1280|And a prayer for a man's heart's pride 1280|Which, with all his sins run over, 1280|Still, in spite of all the world's hate, 1280|Lives with the spirit of him! 1280|And so, dear friends, as you may read 1280|What I write to you here, 1280|You have my gratitude, 1280|Whole hearts unto love give, 1280|And I here in a foreign land 1280|With the burden of your love. 1280|And if it be a sin 1280|For you to understand 1280|The meaning or the worth 1280|Of my devotion, 1280|I do not smother my joy 1280|At having done your duty. 1280|You have had my thanks, my friends, 1280|And have seen me live, 1280|As children who have done 1280|Their duty to God 1280|For their own souls' strength. 1280|My days have been a day of days, 1280|My nights have been days of nights; 1280|Day after day, and month after month, 1280|My eyes are fixed on life, 1280|And look up at the moon, 1280|Whose light is more than love. 1280|And the moon is more than love. 1280|I sit by the kitchen fire and gaze, 1280|And the beauty that seems born 1280|Is my own life's spirit-flame. 1280|Love me for that long flame is dead; 1280|And my years shall be few, 1280|That I die before I see 1280|The daybreak. 1280|Faster, faster, the clouds do sail, 1280|And the birds sing high overhead; 1280|The woods are warm, the world's a-heart,-- 1280|And that's because we're on a spree, 1280|With a little light to watch our backs 1280|And a little light of God. 1280|We walk together the old road long, 1280|And the trees are singing,-- 1280|It's the last time for many miles 1280|For you and me together, 1280|And we do it in a way that's new-- 1280|That's new for each other, 1280|With a little light to lighten the pace 1280|And keep a-burning heart, 1280|And a little light of God. 1280|Oh, the roses! Oh, the rose-weeds! 1280|Oh, the blossoms and the scent! 1280|I love them all, for they have given me 1280|The best of life and death. 1280|The angels are watching our way 1280|From day to day on our way. 1280|I am here for all they know 1280|Of the joy of being alive. 1280|I have a soul so bright-like a flame 1280|To the eyes of other men. 1280|God is a good lover; for I do, 1280|And the angelic Lord, 1280|When he lifts his hand to wipe my brow, 1280|He says, "Go in, and be glad yet!" 1280|Or, when I wake in the night 1280|And have no rest in my soul, 1280|I hear him call, "You shall keep your youth, 1280|For I made it for you!" 1280|A man of the people, the good-will 1280|To the poor and to captive 1280|In the old and broken faith of man, 1280|Who watches his day to come,-- 1280|A man of the free and willing will, 1280|Whose hands are strong for all, 1280|A man of God's blessing, 1280|Whom man will let alone 1280|Who is of his will from birth 1280|And of his hope eternally. 1280|Who always knows what God can do, 1280|But holds his peace, still-- 1280|Who is of God's word, 1280|Though his eyes be closed to learn 1280|The lessons of the dead; 1280| ======================================== SAMPLE 49280 ======================================== 17393|And of the men that are so-so with him, 17393|And of the men that are not at all well? 17393|"He's a poor old fellow, and he can't save 17393|He's a poor old fellow, and he's too old: 17393|And this--this is the last thing to be done: 17393|He has a thousand years to serve that's due, 17393|And he's a thousand years 'twixt age and prime. 17393|For you know the thing is not over yet! 17393|The days of the man are numbered, and I 17393|Have learned enough about the things to know 17393|That you have made so well known I, too, 17393|Must go from office and become a name 17393|Or pay the price yourself, and make the same, 17393|Or else drop out of politics altogether. 17393|"You must be here or gone from me, I say! 17393|You know me well enough and love the man 17393|That you have made to love him I shall break." 17393|"Oh, it is I that was all you have asked," 17393|Reflected the man in a grave voice, 17393|"You have made to love me, if you'll believe! 17393|You know the man! Now tell it, and make sure." 17393|"I have a thousand men," was the reply 17393|Of an old face that sat and smoked before 17393|A table with a couplet on it. "And you 17393|Shall have another thousand in a day. 17393|Go see this man if you have something more. 17393|He's a wise old man and would know a thing; 17393|But you must tell him no more than that. 17393|And here's a halfpenny for his pains--in lieu 17393|Of half a word on this matter, and a half!" 17393|So I said little but a halfpenny. 17393|But when I saw he was not very young-- 17393|(Halfpence were better words than "deuce")-- 17393|And the man that spoke with such relish, so 17393|Would give a halfpenny if he paid in gold-- 17393|I gave him halfpence, and he went his way. 17393|And you may believe as you will not the rest-- 17393|You may believe, if you will believe, 17393|That the man went his way--when truth to tell, 17393|I am forty, and two or three years older. 17393|My eyes are on the prize! 17393|I know why they work so. 17393|But the end's the same, 17393|You must go away and go. 17393|You must go from my presence 17393|And leave me alone. 17393|Go, get you gone from this place! I say, 17393|Get you and leave me alone. 17393|I'll come again, and with that I'll fly, 17393|And with that--if you take it that way-- 17393|I'll come and take the prize again. 17393|Get you gone, you scoundrel. I say, "Good-by," 17393|Get you and leave me alone. 17393|And here's a halfpenny--it's half a halfpenny, 17393|Halfpence--it's what they pay you to settle-- 17393|And here's another halfpenny--it has nine. 17393|Get out of mine, or I will do for you! 17393|You are but a halfpenny fool." 17393|He never ceased his efforts to keep pace-- 17393|The man that he had been, a long, long time-- 17393|And kept up to this very day. 17393|The man that he had been an hour or two, 17393|He could stand on this level--to think! 17393|He's a fool is a man, at least, 17393|But what of him, you little fools,-- 17393|The man that he had been, a long, long while. 17393|He said 'twas a very wrong thing to say, 17393|The things he had done for many years-- 17393|To those who should have known 17393|His name and his years, 17393|Or ever looked on ======================================== SAMPLE 49290 ======================================== 11351|An' it _was_ a _bravo!_ 11351|An' now when mornin's gray an' the skies are dim, 11351|'Midst my "jolly" work I'll say, "God rest thee Bellie!" 11351|For she's had her day an' I'll not be a bore, 11351|An' she'll have no one but "Mavis," to mock her, 11351|Or to make her "happy" of it, when it's "tween." 11351|I'm always glad to take up the hand-organ, 11351|When the firelight's on me to laugh, an' feel sartin, 11351|An' see the things I've never seen before; 11351|An' I never liked any but children,-- 11351|Except babies!--when babies came; 11351|But you'll find I'm the first to tell you "no," 11351|"No," you can't say, that's my line, my girl! 11351|It's quite a pleasure, the little band played 11351|With such a joyous, jolly air, 11351|The very music, I thought, must be good, 11351|For it's so lively, and chansonjure. 11351|The children laugh until I'm so hot, 11351|That in bawling I can scarcely hold. 11351|"Mavis" crools like a little kitten, 11351|For which I'm better "scratching than "scold"; 11351|And though I sometimes cry, I'm so dazed 11351|With our jolly band it's always pretty. 11351|In spite of their laughter, the boys they 11351|Are all full of joy to be there, 11351|Though I'm very glad to take up the hand-organ, 11351|On a merry Sabbath if possible. 11351|I'm glad when the sun goes down behind the hills 11351|To be sitting by the light o' the fire, 11351|And the hearth is bright an' the children's faces 11351|Are in bright letters everywhere. 11351|And when I am warm and the children waken, 11351|I like to hear the birds that flutter. 11351|I'm always glad at a Christmas Fair to roam,-- 11351|If we've a day that leaves us not behind. 11351|I'm glad that, like the old, old song by Mary Pickens, 11351|There's something of the Past in a fair new house. 11351|All the little old folks are so well dressed, 11351|And the children's dolls are so nice and rare; 11351|I'm glad I can go in and look at their caps 11351|For the past is not so faded a thing as Mary Pickens'. 11351|It's easy to see with eyes of flesh and bone, 11351|And a heart of flesh, who's there all the time. 11351|They're all on hands and knees, with cheeks of rue, 11351|As they kneel to bow and knee before God. 11351|Oh! the time when you were young, and I was old, 11351|I had a Christmas tree that stood on the wall, 11351|And I loved to come and take my little toys 11351|Back to the spirit house when we had spent them all. 11351|I could see a little window pointing to heaven 11351|Where the old hearth burned bright, and where still I lay, 11351|Breathing the good wild smell of coal and hay, 11351|When the Christmas tree was leaning to the door,-- 11351|I knew so happy, dreaming, Christmas eve. 11351|It's easy to see with eyes of flesh and bone 11351|And a heart of flesh, and think how happy we were, 11351|When the old house laughed with all the children in it 11351|In the days long long ago,-- 11351|Of all the joys of a blessed Christmas-tent, 11351|And the time when we were children all together. 11351|It's easy to see with a glimpse of pain and sin, 11351|And a soul of sin, and, laughing, with joy it goes; 11351|All the days that I am laughing, I'm sure and far, 11351|The boy that's born this morning had not yet heard 11351|Of the happy ======================================== SAMPLE 49300 ======================================== 4010|The monarch's daughter, of a wily mind, 4010|Was soon of the light and of the law, 4010|Firm in her faith, and safe in every need! 4010|But when his bridegroom long had sought her, 4010|Where, safe within the castle, with the best 4010|And bravest of his land were she; 4010|Not there, nor near her, did his care, 4010|But, on the plain, at distance would have found her, 4010|And thence the monarch's daughter knew him; 4010|And then, upon the fair one's cheek, 4010|(Thought I, as the world grew smaller round me), 4010|He made his sign, and turned his head, 4010|And on her face the image gazed, 4010|And thus with holy words he vowed her: 4010|"If thou at any time or hour 4010|Dost suffer, with thy life, some grief, 4010|And of a sorrowful condition wilt 4010|To me complain, then go before; 4010|For I, whose power to make thee live, 4010|Will help thee when thou goest hence." 4010|"Not so," said she. "No, I would know 4010|Which way to do--and what to do. 4010|My father's life to me appears more dear; 4010|Though, if he die, there'll be nothing left." 4010|"My father's life is still the most I ask, 4010|And thither still the better is to die." 4010|"Then I can take it, and in safety find 4010|Rest, when my life has left me here to-day." 4010|"Not so," said she, "no, as I before have said, 4010|'Tis better so--my father's life are best. 4010|Aye--on this head I might have spoken wide, 4010|But that I heard what seemed to me the truth." 4010|"Thy father gave an order to his son 4010|That she should go; nor, as you have said, 4010|Was death by others made a rival dear. 4010|For to behold his face, and meet his hand, 4010|In this great office would be a great gain." 4010|Her mother came with many a look of shame, 4010|And, "I, my father's will is as my own, 4010|But, ah! should death be so, let her have it so; 4010|'Tis not for grief I ever sought it so: 4010|But--should I live, and, as I now see, 4010|I cannot give my father the comfort,-- 4010|I will, as best I can, fulfil his will. 4010|"It were the worst disease of mine to die, 4010|For I remember how, in happier years, 4010|I took, when young, each grief with sympathy; 4010|And now, these griefs have made my heart more lone. 4010|O, what may one do?--be still, sweet child, be still." 4010|So said her father; for she could not speak; 4010|And all he said, it seemed a little helped. 4010|And as the patient when his pain has passed, 4010|Makes with a languid lip a silent bow, 4010|And turns a little way, then breaks in tears, 4010|So moved that father and her mother grew, 4010|And each the other's anxious care beguiled; 4010|For each remembered grief of other days, 4010|Till their weak hearts were forced their own to feel. 4010|Sir Hugh and Lady Eunice went on board 4010|At eight o'clock, and on the deck did pass, 4010|As day from noons was breaking. 4010|There was never song, nor carol, 4010|In all the gladsome day; 4010|Yet through the noon, unnumbered charms 4010|Were sung, and carols sung, and songs 4010|Unwove; 4010|For, when the sun at noon-tide glowed 4010|With radiance as it shone before, 4010|A thousand beams of joy were poured 4010|O'er ocean grey. 4010|To that ======================================== SAMPLE 49310 ======================================== 937|But a hundred years from now 937|How we'd greet him on his way 937|To the everlasting home of God! 937|I know a place where there's a road, 937|The sun-kissed moorland is it, 937|And the brown grass is the roadstead; 937|And the winds are a-flying. 937|I know a way where the breeze 937|With a little patter will blow, 937|But the sunlight never comes there, 937|Or none that's been there. 937|I know a lane in the moorland, 937|And a garden far away; 937|A hundred years ago there grew 937|A little patch of grass, 937|And far away a little tree -- 937|The red brick house. 937|I know a window in the moorland, 937|And a little farm-yard small; 937|'Twas there one saw the river flow 937|And a little brook with moss 937|And a little boat with a little ripple. 937|I know a place, I do know a way; 937|And in some place in the moorland 937|Will come with dawn the sun, 937|And the rain will be over and done, 937|And the sun and wind will be gone; 937|And the breeze and rain will be fled. 937|I know the dew will not stand long; 937|And the shadows will not fall keen -- 937|And I will take my journey soon; 937|I'll see the old brick house there, 937|And the old roadstead. 937|I know a place where the wind blows, 937|And the sun shines warm and bright 937|And a little little bird sits there, 937|And 'tis never still; 937|He pours out the little music sweet, 937|And the sun smiles on her white wing, 937|Bidding her rest. 937|And here's a little farm in the moorland. 937|'Tis a strange, strange place, 937|But there is a road for me: 937|I will walk beside the river's edge, 937|And the light will glimmer clear; 937|And I'll rest awhile by the windmill's sill, 937|And look across it there. 937|And I'll rest awhile on the little sand-dunes green, 937|And watch the stars go by; 937|And I'll remember my dear -- I know not why -- 937|I know there will not be a word. 937|And I'll forget my pain: 'Twill be better far 937|To walk by the river's edge. 937|In the dark of morning soon we'll sail 937|Out of the moorland again. 937|In the dark of morning soon we'll sail 937|All along the darkling sea, 937|Till the winds shall moan low in the sunset sky, 937|As we sail all the black, dark way. 937|We'll cross the sea again, by the dark sea-shore; 937|The boat won't be there long; 937|O! the boat will come back, a little boat, 937|As the winds go by. 937|At noon, before the red sun sets, 937|I leave the shore alone; 937|The sun has gone away, and all is dark 937|While yet I gaze on it; 937|The hills, and streams, and valleys, lie; 937|The hills, and streams, and clouds, 937|All sleep -- but the light is burning still; 937|The hills and waters lie. 937|The world is sleeping; but I wake, 937|And think it is not dead; 937|The starry heaven of all night long 937|Was seen afar afar; 937|I felt it look on me; the dark blue eye 937|Bent o'er my heart in bliss, 937|And left me half asleep. 937|I never dreamed I should feel all this -- 937|My heart, and all its pain, 937|And see them all once more in the dawn, 937|When night is over ======================================== SAMPLE 49320 ======================================== 1229|Who would be content with no great sight: 1229|He, not above all the rest who are, 1229|Is in a little space a king. 1229|For some I loved; 1229|But all men mourn, 1229|With eyes that have tears for comfort; 1229|'Tis all too sad a thing to die: 1229|With a soft, half-whisper to each, 1229|"This is no place for thee," they said. 1229|It might be worse. 1229|I am tired; 1229|But I must go my way, as all must do: 1229|It is not hard to bear delay. 1229|It is not hard to bear delay. 1229|Yet there were days 1229|When all the world seemed wrong, and no one fair: 1229|But I had heart to follow where they led: 1229|I could have loved, so loved, long before: 1229|But I had heart to follow where they led. 1229|It is not hard to bear delay. 1229|With a soft, half-whisper to each, 1229|"This is no place for thee," they said: 1229|When no one knew 1229|I had heart to follow where they led. 1229|Ah, who forgets 1229|That all the world was once so fair: 1229|That all the world was long ago told? 1229|Who forgets 1229|That all the world is hard to conquer? 1229|Who forgets 1229|We three were ever worthy of love? 1229|Who forgets 1229|That we must journey on together? 1229|With a silent, half-long sigh, 1229|"This is not hard to bear delay," they said: 1229|"We were not cruel," 1229|They said, "till you came along: 1229|Yet now we turn from tenderness: 1229|What joy were ours, if we must part?" 1229|For a time 1229|I listened: for they turned aside, 1229|And left me listening there alone: 1229|And I sat still 1229|To hear a silence steal around, 1229|While their words grew softer and stiller. 1229|And it was sweet, 1229|But I knew it was cruel true, 1229|To hear them murmuring apart: 1229|But it was sweet to know they knew. 1229|And at last 1229|I knew why they could never part: 1229|And it was pleasant to hear them whisper there, 1229|As they murmured and looked so sadly down 1229|On me in my room, -- 1229|And I was happy, as happy could be. 1229|THEY told me, 1229|"She is as fair a bird as ever built." 1229|And I stood beside the deep fountain, 1229|Where they said I must never go 1229|To the world of men and its striving, 1229|Where the world had no pity or right, 1229|But only sent me its striving 1229|To an empty nest of longing, 1229|Where the waves were blue and the wind blew free. 1229|I HAVE given my soul up in song, 1229|And with my words I have broken the sea, 1229|For I dare not abide 1229|Though I cry aloud from the windy caves. 1229|There is a song in my blood that stirs, 1229|A song that I could give gladly as well. 1229|I have gone down into the sea of words, 1229|And found it a fiery pit of song: 1229|I have stood in a gulf of pain and sleeplessness, 1229|And watched the sad, white waves rolling over me. 1229|I HAVE left the earth that I loved, 1229|And found a desolate earth, 1229|With fields and trees for my sign 1229|Nor signs nor a human voice. 1229|And Love that was all made fair 1229|Has faded into night, 1229|And I have found myself alone, 1229|Alone in the world, with nothing to say. 1229|I HAVE written you -- but you smiled, 1229|And turned away your letter away: 1229|Ah! wretched were the things I ======================================== SAMPLE 49330 ======================================== 615|With the same hand that shewed it when, he told, 615|With her he wagg'd her; and as they made 615|A pact, in that he would not forego 615|The lady, for the use of his friend; 615|And on their journey, while his lord's request 615|Pervaded his mind, but with a change 615|He should the lady's wishes fulfil, 615|Not that he had an intent to cheat, 615|As he would her, by force of arms, assoil. 615|At whose suggestion he had left his side, 615|And, with his arms, made that ill-judged wager, 615|As the king's kinsman and guardian friend. 615|For him he felt not less his sovereign's spite; 615|Nor could himself have stayed his course, and died 615|With his arms at her command, in such a case, 615|That not a fay, or not a she-devil, 615|Of all her swains, on that ill-thought race 615|Inhabited, should ever more have been. 615|She that the king's will had its fulfillment sped, 615|Nor had her will been kept by others' lore; 615|And to this man, to see the king and line 615|Who ruled that realm, this maiden had she brought. 615|But he her cruel wish repented sore; 615|And to a third that wish compared or found, 615|That of his kinsman no portion stirred, 615|And that the man, whom he would fain have slain, 615|Was still preserved unwounded in that strife. 615|The third to him had given, he to her flew, 615|And offered, by his godhead's boon, a boon, 615|That she might be himself Rogero's bride, 615|His own and with his own a lord to be. 615|The wish to wed the youthful knight she gave; 615|And by those kinsmen was Rogero wed. 615|To a new king the wish the maiden made, 615|And to his wife in turn, the monarch's heir. 615|She from her bosom (for the blood she shed 615|Upon that warlike season she forewent) 615|Would have borne with her the warrior fair, 615|Had her desire but waked the power to live; 615|But she, by such delay, in vain had long 615|Seen to her heart the wish of the fair dame. 615|In vain had she in any way concealed 615|From his unawaked, her wish had been done. 615|Her wish she could not, how to him concealed, 615|As for most other mortal, who appear 615|In such kind manner, nor to her knew; 615|But the wish to be in person with the peer, 615|Which in her bosom and in bosom's side 615|Her heart and her was still as love to know, 615|For which in her sight no wish was else. 615|Now, that she thinks to prove if she can stir 615|The king, or makes herself the king herself; 615|Her first and only purpose to fulfil, 615|The prudent mother of Rogero, she 615|Lays by, and as she can her toil endues, 615|She to her breast and neck is quickened sore, 615|And now the bosom, where her bosom lies, 615|Circles, and lifts up each loose-fitting hair. 615|Here she discovers, what had been concealed, 615|That in the days of old before was hid; 615|And, having found forth what had been concealed, 615|In very deed and thought with mighty pain 615|She makes her wish the wish fulfilled; for still 615|Wounds are concealed which by her will were bred. 615|"For she, who with her arms her bosom bound, 615|Would not be made the woman, had she not 615|To have an unseen wish to her assayed, 615|Herself, who should have been so made, her own. 615|So much the wish's desire impels her now 615|To be the thing that she was evermore. 615|"And in no other manner, for to say, 615|But this is, in my verse, my rule and creed, 615|Nor for an eye to err or aught to show, 615|Which is aught more good than she; for, were 615|What others love, ======================================== SAMPLE 49340 ======================================== 16452|Then when he heard me thus his anger swelled 16452|With sudden passion; he his shield placed 16452|Beside the fleet-marshal, and his spear 16452|Took from the Grecians, while he spake: 16452|Who hath with ease this fleet and well-wrought fleet, 16452|And hast not slain me, son of Atreus? 16452|Thou art, all power above, at my command! 16452|But now let every Trojan hence away, 16452|For me, by slaughter of the Caucons 16452|To thee I give instruction and mandate. 16452|Go thou, and lay a funeral feast to all 16452|Who perish thus, with a banquet for the Greeks, 16452|And in the morning open all the groves 16452|Of lofty Atlas, that we be on foot 16452|A troop of Myrmidons shall lead away 16452|The soul of Idæus; him be his name, 16452|For I will ask him of his death the right 16452|To make his brother's anointed head at home. 16452|So spake Tydides; but Idæus, sad 16452|And pitiless, answering him, with sternest voice 16452|And visage, thus, at his companions cried. 16452|Hail, sacred scion of a noble race! 16452|Our brave Idæan brother there hath slain. 16452|O Father! King of Gods and men! if it be 16452|That thou, to whom we all are subject, 16452|Toil'st with thy subjects and for thee are giv'n 16452|In this our nation, send the brave, the brave 16452|To bring him safe to the Peloponnesean 16452|The royal Hyllus, where his limbs shall lie 16452|Free from the dust, and all his counsels vain 16452|Whittled out in secret, for the people 16452|Have his safe custody in his paternal home. 16452|But, O my guests! if the swift shafts of Jove, 16452|Assisted by the god of counsel, strike, 16452|And he, the strong and dreadful, lies dead, 16452|Then shall no man, or least and rudest, boast 16452|More splendid or full of joy than this chief 16452|And father, and my seat shall be at last 16452|With thee, while I, the last of men, remain 16452|By this Achaia's host! and, dying, say 16452|To thee, who now hath been my life's great delight, 16452|In time to come, and thou who lately sat'st 16452|Close by me, God and Goddess! my last will 16452|Be done, and I shall rest with thee, dear-bought, 16452|But now, for all things, thyself, thy lot, 16452|And thou, my son, shalt be my lot, and I, 16452|To thee, thyself, a son, will bear the name! 16452|So spake Idæus; and the heart of each 16452|On every side for rage of wrath was burned. 16452|Then, all together, from the rampart's height 16452|The leaders and the followers drove; the host 16452|Ascending as they rushed, followed after. 16452|As when the lions, of the flock the best, 16452|O'er-earnest of all beasts, the heifers tear, 16452|And all around them in the thickest grove 16452|Pant the sick herds, so heaps the brave on board, 16452|And drives them naked forth, but to their flight 16452|Exults the shepherd, even so were some 16452|Of their allies faint, for they were sore embrown'd 16452|By slaughter and by sheer dismay, but some 16452|Stood to guard the towers, while others of the host 16452|Bore o'er the bodies of the slain and they in blood. 16452|Nor was it long ere at the towers of Troy 16452|Arrived, from whose top the brazen-necked dogs 16452|Cried the great name of Hector, and the earth 16452|Gave forth their fill, they, with the Greeks o'errun, 16452|Themselves the feast and victors ======================================== SAMPLE 49350 ======================================== 1280|She had been a child and a lady 1280|From the first hours of her conception 1280|She had been the lady of the house: 1280|She was the mistress of the home; 1280|And in her heart of hearts was the hope 1280|That the child would follow from generation 1280|And that her boy should grow up in fame. 1280|And the boy lived with her and studied with her 1280|Day in, day out, above the kitchen: 1280|He was her child, by right of birth, 1280|And there followed the path of glory 1280|The path of honor all his days. 1280|And she dreamed of a glory 1280|Till her boy dreamed of glory 1280|And she knew the man dreamed of glory. 1280|And the man dreamed of glory 1280|And the woman cried for shame. 1280|And the man came up and the woman laughed 1280|And the woman was a child again. 1280|How is it with the woman? 1280|She has eyes and fair hair, 1280|And a voice and a face that has not heard 1280|A bitter word spoken at the dinner-table-- 1280|And you, dear friends, you were her boy and boy's boy. 1280|I love you to my grave-yard. 1280|That's all your fault. 1280|You had your right to choose your priest, 1280|Now let me go to God as it was. 1280|I have no place to lay you. 1280|There's a churchyard outside, 1280|There's what's called the White Plague Church 1280|In a yard that's overgrown with weeds. 1280|But you need a hole in a house to bury you. 1280|I can't take you up the tower, 1280|With the grass growing over you, 1280|With the trees on the walls of the tower. 1280|If you've had no sins, you can't sleep at all 1280|In God's tower, with the tree above you 1280|And the church above you, 1280|Where my child has been murdered. 1280|You could not have a mother lying 1280|In that grave-yard lying, 1280|With no name on the stone, 1280|And no face under the stone. 1280|Where are you, father? 1280|God knows all things, 1280|And all things know me-- 1280|I have nothing to fear. 1280|A child has been murdered-- 1280|A man's lost the treasure 1280|Of his life in heaven. 1280|I say, you have been living 1280|Without the meaning 1280|Of some other meaning 1280|In your life to save you, 1280|Or to keep you awake. 1280|It is my son's death, 1280|The end and result 1280|Of his good life's meaning 1280|That has ended in this; 1280|His good life's meaning 1280|The end and the beginning are. 1280|He has lost the mother 1280|Who was his first mother, 1280|And the wife and child of his. 1280|And I say, if that were the end 1280|Your son would come to me 1280|And ask for help and comfort. 1280|I must have many friends, 1280|Many lovers, 1280|And go to many races. 1280|What is strange is how it comes about that I 1280|Have only one or two with whom I have intercourse 1280|Even on a day, the day she died. 1280|My mind seems to me, 1280|A strange and stupendous thing; 1280|I sit at her grave in the woods, 1280|And I seem to see her face 1280|I see a man driving a carriage 1280|With a long-speeding horse on the roof. 1280|And he seems mad with the wind that's blowing 1280|And the wheels and the carriage that will get him 1280|And a frightened child in the bushes 1280|With a long face and black wings at play. 1280|This is a man driving a cart without a horse 1280|With a basket on the top of it 1280|And a basket on the bottom 1280| ======================================== SAMPLE 49360 ======================================== 27405|“Here, here have I heard that song, it is 27405|That which the King will have, I think 27405|This is the place, I say, to be, 27405|And when this stone shall be arranged 27405|The place will be the king’s, but where 27405|The King will have it there, I can’t tell.” 27405|When the old Stone of this stone was set 27405|The monarch went to the King and said: 27405|“I’ll give thee four kings, but only three, 27405|No more shall I give, no more shall I see, 27405|And I’ll not to the King give the best 27405|Of the kings that are given to me to be. 27405|“The father of Salomon, King of Dan, 27405|The father of Saul in war clad in war gear, 27405|And Herod the Great of all my life’s in his grave.” 27405|With those two kings at the King’s house went they: 27405|“What! shall our King give us less than he can get? 27405|And if at the same hour he dies then we 27405|’ll die too,” the King said, “and lie in 27405|The ground’s mouth a prisoner for to eat.” 27405|At this the King of the Danes he looked at him and said: 27405|“I’m dead if dead I get in the ground, 27405|My mouth may not lick a mouse, an’ I may not chew. 27405|“If King John be dead then Salomon, too, 27405|Salomon has fallen on his head; 27405|For if my mouth my King no more may 27405|The King’s mouth I’d rather have than any man’s.” 27405|At this the Danes made a long feast, 27405|To the King the best they had, 27405|And on every three they gave a great grog 27405|That the King took and drank them at his ease. 27405|And many a time the King said: “Now now what’s the use? 27405|What’s the use of this diet? What’s the use of it?” 27405|And when the King came his supper through 27405|He laid him and stretched him beside his bed. 27405|And all the while he slept, the King he prayed 27405|So that his soul in God’s name he would cry: 27405|“O spare me, Lord, I pray in a gentle voice, 27405|O spare me these Danes’ weary woe.” 27405|He rose up one day, and set him down, 27405|And in a moment was at his side. 27405|The King of the Danes his watch had spread, 27405|And looked about in joy from his place; 27405|His little son stood by him, a little boy good at play, 27405|While the King went back to the country among the sheep. 27405|At daybreak the King walked down into the hall; 27405|Among the wheat he raised his eyes and saw 27405|The King’s feast and king’s table set at even, 27405|Where he remembered his own feast, and thought: 27405|“Now I must give over this fair day’s service, 27405|And lie down like old Adam in the swound. 27405|“I’ll to bed, dear boy, and sleep with my head 27405|On linen of the best my fancy made, 27405|Or if it will not please you I should cease to care, 27405|I must not toil on this thing, like him that wears 27405|Nor sleep, nor stir, but like the devil must I, sleep away. 27405|“Now sleep ye, sleep ye! I will go to bed; 27405|And if to rise and see this face I must, 27405|I think that at least I will not fail to bear; 27405|Therefore if any fear ye should do sleep or toil, 27405|Leave your own pleasure this day and go with this day.” 27405|For many and many days the King he went to bed, ======================================== SAMPLE 49370 ======================================== 1365|Came all that my Lady's Beauty loved! 1365|But in the very same moment, a cry 1365|Filled the air with horror, and my eyes grew dim; 1365|Suddenly I heard a sudden footstep near; 1365|I sprang aside, but saw a serpent descending 1365|Down through the gloom, with a deadly look 1365|That fell upon me in a horrible way, 1365|It bit my hand off as I stood at glee, 1365|For I looked up and saw a terrible shape 1365|Descending through that thick dense and darksome air. 1365|It dropped a bloody glove across my mouth, 1365|It drew my heart into its cold black glove, 1365|And as a handmaid to that horror-struck pair 1365|I stooped, I heard a scream, a horrid scream, 1365|And the whole house rang as they down had fallen. 1365|And then the dreadful thing crept on with a bound, 1365|And then it seized me with its angry jaws, 1365|Though strong the lady, so cold, so pale, so cold! 1365|It bit my throat with one tremendous bite; 1365|My mouth was open, and it bit my tongue, 1365|And as I cried, "O God!" it stuck fast in my throat 1365|With a terrible grip, and, with a loud cry, 1365|Struck my very temples against a post, 1365|And then it fell and closed again its eyes 1365|With a dreadful glare, and with a horrid moan, 1365|Like a fiend that hungering long has lain in pain, 1365|And as it went it sounded, a dreadful sound, 1365|As the teeth of Death came rushing on its ears, 1365|And it reared upright to its feet, and on the floor 1365|Screamed out in horror. 1365|Cursed be that hour, 1365|Cursed be that hour! I heard the rattling chair; 1365|The sound of the footstep on the floor of ice! 1365|And if the cold night-wind blew that horrible cry 1365|No fiend had dared to touch the lady of my heart, 1365|As I saw her face grew hazy, blurred and wan, 1365|And the white arm of Death around her fell; 1365|I rose upright, but could not turn my look 1365|From the face of the fiend that held me fast. 1365|The night was cold; 1365|I only heard the whir of the fire-fly, 1365|And the stamp of the footprints in the snow; 1365|I know not if the cold sky was clear or grey, 1365|But of the footprints I discerned two marks, 1365|One on each foot, just where the rebar-board meets; 1365|Two sharp points upon the sole of each shoe, 1365|And one upon each foot, just where the rebar-board meets. 1365|I know not what the marks were; 1365|I only know they were marks, indeed, 1365|Upon each foot, just where the rebar-board meets. 1365|Yet had they been but sharp, 1365|I could have answered simply, "Yes;" 1365|But they were not; and yet they were marks, and so 1365|I knew it was not true to say that she smiled. 1365|Had their lashes been less livid, 1365|At least, I think they had been less bland, 1365|And less placid of the kind that are dead-eyed; 1365|It would have given me somewhat of a jolt, 1365|Since, indeed, in the face of the lady dead-eyed, 1365|I can't tell whether they were living or dead-eyed. 1365|Cursed be that hour, 1365|Cursed be that hour! I heard the rattling chair; 1365|The sound of the footstep on the floor of ice; 1365|And on the spot where the oily finger of Death 1365|With the sinew of his sinew shook my heart 1365|I saw the marks of the Demon who bites the dust. 1365|In the morning, when the morning breeze 1365|Swept over the hills and made them cool, 1365|The little house, a simple one, 1365 ======================================== SAMPLE 49380 ======================================== 2130|I wish I were at home in my own right, 2130|So that my heart could be mine own true son, 2130|And yet I'd be happy if I were at home. 2130|"For a child is born, a little child," 2130|(The boy) "till a boy. 2130|"And if the father is a bad man, 2130|A bad man is he. 2130|"I love him now, for at last he is 2130|A man grown old and old. 2130|"I'm at our home, my friend, in the shade, 2130|And there we must sit at the wheel. 2130|"I see he's learning to make a wheel, 2130|Not now at the wheel. 2130|"At twenty-six I feel I should run 2130|But I'm never a lad like his son, 2130|Unless a man's aged his own son." 2130|"O, where can I find him, my child? 2130|I will make him a car, and that's all. 2130|"I will make a car, and bring him here, 2130|And that's all his father knows, he must tell. 2130|"A merry Christmas to all--'twill bring 2130|A happy home and a happy life. 2130|In every street is Christmas, and there 2130|Are all the presents God gives us." 2130|But the boy had not told to his wife, 2130|And when the young man was brought before 2130|The King was very kind; 2130|The King had one word to allay 2130|Tornadoes in his brain; 2130|As if he had been under a spell, 2130|Or else his soul was blown to the winds. 2130|"Now, what is your name? Your father's name-- 2130|And why do you wear a mantle blue?" 2130|"Yes, that is the mantle of blue, 2130|It is wrought me by Sir Charles M'Broat, 2130|Of whom you may know full well, 2130|I kept it when I lived on the earth 2130|Just out of all reason or care. 2130|"Now, Sir, the blue is wrought of steel, 2130|I wear it for a pleasure-seeker; 2130|I wear the mantle to look gay, 2130|And then I find at last it suits my mood." 2130|"Then come inside," the King says to him; 2130|"The green thing may be wrought of steel. 2130|Why, my boy, you seem the very self-same, 2130|And there's but one thing under the blue to see. 2130|"Let the whole world, then, all, all, all, go mad 2130|If you will go and get hold of a knife, 2130|You will find, no doubt, the whole world's head 2130|Has been brought in there for a little maid." 2130|"For God's sake, let me have the knife, too, 2130|The blue a thing of little value." 2130|"Dear Lord, you have a sharp hand, too, 2130|And I would make an honest man of you: 2130|For God's sake let me wait." 2130|"But the blue it is not worn by maids, 2130|But by good knights for ladies' eyes." 2130|"I am sure none wear it now but kings." 2130|"Then it cannot be worn by you." 2130|"Tell me what is your name?" "Your name, Lord Alexander 2130|What! did you ever think it? 2130|And what did you ask from me that you 2130|Had received from me for nothing dear?" 2130|"My name was John Bell, I was born 2130|And educated by King Henry. 2130|"My father was a farmer's lad, 2130|My mother born upon a hill; 2130|The people were poor that day, 2130|But what do we of such things say? 2130|I had a little brother there 2130|All rough, black, and brown as a glove, 2130|With eyes like the eyes of a mouse, 2130|And a little crooked nose; 2130|And I said at eight years of age, 2130| ======================================== SAMPLE 49390 ======================================== 28591|From a life that is a life of care. 28591|Wealth is the joy and the dread; 28591|Shelter is the only good; 28591|God made it and will defend 28591|With life and spirit and thought. 28591|He never will frustrate one aim 28591|Of his great purposes, which are good. 28591|"Wealth makes no difference to me," 28591|I said--"it cannot change my heart, 28591|Nor can the smile of your dear face, 28591|Nor the voice of your beautiful young wife." 28591|But now, with your dear eyes smiling there, 28591|I look through a cloudless joyous sky; 28591|I see the stars in the great white Star, 28591|And the bright blue heaven, where God hath made 28591|The glory of his everlasting sun. 28591|Life is the grandest song that ever was. 28591|And that is the reason that I sing it. 28591|I love to sing it, and with a song 28591|Would sing my soul from the very heart. 28591|I am a silent minister, 28591|But silent still and joyful, 28591|For never could I give thee 28591|Another feeling, other grace. 28591|I know that soon thy hopes will rise 28591|And in the light of this sky be given; 28591|But then, ah! then, thy joy will vanish, 28591|And the world's sense grow dull and empty! 28591|So then I pray for grace to rise; 28591|I would it were done ere the light was given. 28591|I know it cannot change thee heart, 28591|But I am glad if thee know-- 28591|That life and thee have still been mine 28591|For that thou wert the best at bidding. 28591|For that, as in a vision, thou 28591|Hast seen my purpose, and my will, 28591|And hast seen my love at bidding. 28591|And so with God's help I live-- 28591|I ask for it. 28591|This is my heart! 28591|Ah, do but tell me what it means, 28591|And I will tell it to thee. 28591|And then thou wilt awake in tears, 28591|And my life's last need be sought. 28591|But, if God's will be that I live, 28591|I will not wish to leave thee alive. 28591|For thou art mine and live, or die, 28591|And that is not a will at bidding. 28591|A dream is an emblem of something vast, 28591|That makes our earthly view seem but a part; 28591|It shows the source of our errors plain, 28591|And the great purpose that governs the world. 28591|I woke and did not see 28591|The sun in my sky; 28591|But I heard the birds 28591|Sing in the tree; 28591|I watched a maiden 28591|Go by on the hill. 28591|I heard the brook 28591|Come laughing by; 28591|I saw the swallows 28591|Float away. 28591|But I heard a voice 28591|That waked me dead; 28591|It called me to life, 28591|And it said: "Be good and live! 28591|The world's a dream, 28591|And so must you, 28591|For all the rest 28591|He follows the path 28591|That leads him straight to God!" 28591|The world's a dream, 28591|And so must you; 28591|This world and all the rest have meaning, 28591|But the hope of the dream is the hope of men. 28591|What use is a song in the world? 28591|Are poets only boys 28591|And music a toy? 28591|The words of the poets come 28591|Beneath the touch, and there they go; 28591|They talk to the world, and so 28591|Do the songs they sing. 28591|How many a time 28591|I've watched them piping 28591|In the darkness of night, 28591|And I never have seen 28591|The ruddy spark 28591|That the music made; 28591|I ======================================== SAMPLE 49400 ======================================== 19221|I may not tell thee all my trouble. 19221|No, not for all thy tears canst thou repress 19221|The voice that would be sadder for thy sake. 19221|O Love, forgive. But when thou movest on, 19221|Hope, and the voice of Hope, shall sing for thee. 19221|My days I leave behind me; yet I linger 19221|Oftentimes on thine; for where thou art 19221|I doubt not but thy friends shall be near thee, 19221|And cheer thee with their light. For surely thou 19221|Art safer here than where I am alone. 19221|Harp over Pagett and Macduff, 19221|Come, and join the revel in the Trocadount 19221|A minstrel, sad, but gay, hath just appeared: 19221|And like the spell he sings, a strain 'twixt fairy and human 19221|All have admired his harp, fair, tuneful, and rare: 19221|He plays but to enrapture the giddy crowd, 19221|To grieve the earth with wonder and affright. 19221|He hath no friends, no faithful damsels nigh, 19221|And yet he claims a lover just for show. 19221|His harp, that, like his instrument, can move 19221|The souls of those it deals unhindered and heavy harm; 19221|He hath no friends, no false hearers nigh, 19221|In whose spite his harp can move them, or his harp can harm. 19221|He doth no feint, no feebly moil, 19221|He has no false or cruel listener, nigh, 19221|But he, the bard, the harper, and the minstrel of the year; 19221|His harper hath a gentle eye, who sees 19221|His harp in all its amaranthine pomp soar; 19221|But he, the bard, the harper, and the minstrel of the year, 19221|Has none of these, but has a soul full of the most modest care. 19221|Fair maiden and maiden lover, 19221|Warn'd ye to beware and not to stray, 19221|But ye have flown in haste to join the dance; 19221|'Twas then ye heard the wild notes wave above 19221|The far-off treble of a distant mill, 19221|Which sang, "Ye should be wives, instead of brides." 19221|Was ye for truth, or had ye heard the jest? 19221|Was 'twere not too early to begin lovers? 19221|Ye were too wise, and thus too quick for truth; 19221|Too kind, too free, too strong for love or me. 19221|Why, I had slain ye, and ye would not wait. 19221|What, and could not our common quarrels part? 19221|'Tis but a gentle damsel's laugh to kill; 19221|Is it not true?--or is it? I have doubts. 19221|Methought, my heart was breaking, and we stood 19221|With trembling hands imploring mercy from 19221|The gentle hand of Heaven's mysterious Power: 19221|At whose command the angry clouds were still, 19221|And all was beautiful, and bright, and calm, 19221|Breathing a pure celestial harmony. 19221|A moment's light blush upon my cheek-bones 19221|With surprise it came;--the gentle hand, 19221|Like a strong bulwark, reared her holy head, 19221|Then in a voice that made me much to stand, 19221|Quoth she: "What might please my reverend Lord, 19221|What task could call for equal heart and mind, 19221|I've asked my Lady--She has told me naught: 19221|I'll ask her when we meet beneath the Tree, 19221|But I'll not hear what she may say or do. 19221|"But if she tells, then, maid, I'll go to her; 19221|If she will keep me here, then I shall go: 19221|This day will pass--I have naught more to say-- 19221|The task will then be finished, which I've begun. 19221|"But if she bids me go, then still I'll go, 19 ======================================== SAMPLE 49410 ======================================== 841|We know. The old place has a garden. 841|There are many things that we should know. 841|A little while alone, and then 841|You will come back. Do not mind it. 841|Might as well be silent. What is it, 841|What are you looking at? I see you, 841|I see your face from the window, 841|I see your eyes, and your mouth. I see 841|That is all. 841|Do not stop 841|There. You do not understand. 841|I could not help myself or cry 841|Nor turn my face, even though I cried 841|At my own father, and I do not know 841|If she has changed. 841|You are still standing there 841|In the room with the picture. I see 841|The red, white and gray in your hands, 841|Your eyes. You are not like my father. 841|Your face is not like his, and yet 841|The look was the same, regardless of 841|The color of the hair. No one will care 841|If the two men, my father and I, 841|Were in one picture, or if one man 841|Had beautiful eyes and white hair 841|And one woman had a snowy neck. 841|But that is one thing. 841|Why do you stand there 841|Burdened like a beggar in the street 841|In the old winter weather? And why 841|Do you keep on crying like a child 841|Until it is all over? I say 841|The other reason. I know, I know, 841|You do not understand. 841|And I thank you for your explanation. 841|It is easy to come to sensible conclusions 841|When one is young. Your father has been there. 841|You have a few years of years to waste before 841|You even come to that conclusion. I thank you. 841|We are old friends. And that is all to say. 841|You have done well, as you say. 841|To tell the truth, 841|I could hardly tell you more. I think 841|You are very young, 841|A child of twelve. And I could sit here, 841|A child grown up, with your father by my side, 841|And I would find no meaning in the world 841|For all the trouble that you have brought on me, 841|As I have found for all the trouble. 841|I am sorry for you. 841|But all I can say is, when you are old, 841|You will find your father--and then you will find 841|The world and my father. 841|The little man with the eyes full of flame 841|Has been in the road all day. 841|He sees the lights and jerks awake as though 841|He had seen something of death. 841|He does not heed them. His legs are shaking 841|As he goes down. 841|But the little man with the eyes full of fire 841|Sees them and jerks awake again. And there, 841|Behind the wheel and on her seat, is her face 841|And it is nothing. She has been lying there 841|So long that it is almost time for her 841|To go to the kitchen and take her plate 841|And her cup and knife. 841|She is not there. No matter. 841|But the girl that's in the same room as her 841|Has not come up for ten minutes. 841|The little man with the eyes full of flame 841|Comes back a minute after that in a fright. 841|But she has been out there all the day, 841|And has heard nothing. 841|The little woman who is singing with me 841|Comes to see me once the third day after we 841|Had put her cage up. That's how it is, 841|By the time two or three of us are there. 841|And it is nothing in the world. 841|I do not think it's the little woman, ======================================== SAMPLE 49420 ======================================== 615|As if it from the roof came in, and there, 615|With him, of whom that king was told, was held 615|The castle of the Count, who was of yore 615|A lord of that fair, but troubled, realm. 615|When the sad King, who yet the youth beheld 615|With wonder and a wondrous sense of ill, 615|The boy's fierce armour, and the dreadful war 615|Upon him and upon his peers beguiled, 615|He, with that ill-omen'd goodly shield, to ground 615|Away, and, like a spirit of hell, descends: 615|Him he finds hiding in the garden-close, 615|And with him many other youths and fair, 615|Whom to their sorrow he had raised beyond 615|His own, to bring on this false King with force. 615|Beside the castle stood the knight, and hied 615|His horse, and forth a courser led and light. 615|Now here, now there, with sword in hand he rode; 615|And, as he was of no great force constrained, 615|Through the deep woods, in hopes to take revenge 615|On this false King, with sword and iron vest: 615|But him by force was put the ducal palace through, 615|Who would not, having none like that, or worse, 615|Return, if he was to escape his fate. 615|He through the field a little town discerned 615|Where the castle of Armida stood and fair. 615|When he had passed the wood, and had retired, 615|He on a little beach his steed espied; 615|And there, with this expectation of the aid, 615|Beneath a rock, he thither had arrived. 615|He by his side a young man was; which showed 615|The boy to be Orlando, who the deed 615|Had wrought, and by his fortune made to be 615|One of those cruel knights, who with their shaft 615|Hurl the whole host at one horrid blow. 615|The child and prince, with his illustrious train, 615|In this foresees, the treason of the son, 615|For whom good Orlando, through his fear, 615|Saved in that hour his mother, and his sire. 615|Whereon the prudent king, with thought of woe, 615|Pressed to the shore where shore was pleasant most; 615|The royal Count Orlando by his side, 615|And, with the child about him, that cavalier 615|At the first storm of wrath which on his eyes 615|Shown, fell into the fatal stream, and there 615|In darkness lay so sure, till he beheld 615|The youth his armour with him, and him his horse. 615|He next to the rest of the young cavalier 615|The child addressed, and thus with courtesy 615|Rinaldo to the youth begun: "What is yours, 615|O noble youth Orlando? what is yours. 615|This is the knight, whom you have had of yore 615|In your own court, with you and in your train; 615|Who thither, as I gather, by stealth hath gone." 615|"What is yours, good Rinaldo?" the youth replied, 615|"But what your courser, to my sorrow dear." 615|"The child I lost, which to the Moorish king 615|I to the English king conveyed of yore; 615|But the other I left, with you, in pay, 615|But with me, when with me ye journeyed free." 615|"I see the youth of whom ye speak, who here 615|Is bound, with you, to you, by bonds and stile; 615|I see the lord who you, from heaven, have spared, 615|Whose goodly steeds with silver-footed have 615|For me and you, in a very strait, so long. 615|"To me at last the prisoner shall be led, 615|But him you shall, before the day shall dawn, 615|Have from the prison-house of God reposed; 615|And he shall have for prisoner a good pair 615|Of saddled steeds, and harnessed with gold of gold; 615|And he shall lie with you until my hand 615|Hath put him in his prison and his chain." 615|To him replied the youth, Orlando, "Hail! 615 ======================================== SAMPLE 49430 ======================================== 37358|The old-time hero of the house of Helvellyn 37358|Whose blood the fields of Belisarius' fen-lands drink, 37358|And Rhineland's strong and fearless king of hundred war-gems-- 37358|I' the midst of all those mighty chiefs I stood alone, 37358|Unhappy as I had stood erewhile in peace. 37358|The world was new to me; the fields I ne'er had seen. 37358|Of Hunland and of Lydian were none to me, 37358|But 'mid the strangers I did oftentimes hold talk, 37358|And oftentimes out of pity's ways with my old friend 37358|Did urge him, on the earth's face, to speak of our delight. 37358|To him 'tis spoken: as I look on, I behold 37358|His head like the great sea-monster's, and from him 37358|The eye all red with slaughter--his own brother's wife, 37358|Whose child was childless, while he lay in his cell, 37358|Hated of all earth's children and his own child dear. 37358|But to the king I told my story, and I said: 37358|'Behold, my brother, what a boon I unto you gave, 37358|That ye should give thy child to the king of Helvellyn.' 37358|The king made answer as my tale had bade him: 37358|'So may one of goodlier seed to heaven ascend, 37358|Ere this world's life comes to be, as it is gone, 37358|Than ever yet it did to mortals by the voice 37358|Of man or of woman. What though we with our strength 37358|Hew to this work the rock's whole side! I pray thy strength 37358|And to thy love thy wisdom. Let the work be done. 37358|Thy king will know it, and thy father will love thee well.' 37358|And all the others in that land of Helvellyn 37358|In word and in deed followed me, and I sought 37358|To win men's pity for the father and for me, 37358|And my old kinsmen who had heard my tale of sorrow. 37358|The while on the land of the Helvellyn-holders 37358|I left the children. There a long way out 37358|From Lylat, a distant realm from Helvellyn, 37358|Tents, and a wild streeght, and pasture-land did meet; 37358|And there I left them, weeping and in darkness sad, 37358|But I brought the baby child within its fold. 37358|A mighty son was he, and loved well his sire, 37358|Nor would he e'er be forgotten by the race 37358|Of Helvellyn, though after him so long time. 37358|His mother gave him treasures when the spring-time blew, 37358|Beside the streams and along the banks of moor; 37358|His father gave him women when the summer blew, 37358|A father gave him riches without end. 37358|Fame of the king's had many and many a year, 37358|And he the good men's joy; and men of mighty fame 37358|Taught to my child in Lylat. And when I was grown 37358|I knew that Helvellyn was a people's kin. 37358|Then I began: 'My kinsmen, since we live now in 37358|Lylat, beg thou tell me who thou art.' 37358|'Ah! sooth, I come of men of Lylat,' spake he, 37358|'Not far from here: the land is named of yore, 37358|And now it is my own. Behold I came before 37358|Your humble guest, for love of the lord of lords, 37358|Who holds me here in right of his father's house.' 37358|He spake: 'He is a mighty king for us both, 37358|His father's son, in years of youth and manhood's prime, 37358|And he is now in old age an high-souled king. 37358|But as for thee--' said he, 'Thy father gave thee, my son, 37358|And so he loved thee as his own, and bade his name 37358|Be called both near and far, ======================================== SAMPLE 49440 ======================================== May my soul goe forth and wander, 25953|For I love my parents ever, 25953|And my mother the maiden, 25953|Happiness in her bosom, 25953|Where she leans upon my little arm." 25953|Garnet-like, the maiden's tears driv'n, 25953|Bade her weep as boughs are strewed, 25953|For her father he had lost both life 25953|And spirit long since in the wood. 25953|So the sorrow and the anguish 25953|With the springing of a leaf she shed, 25953|And with sighs she bade the tears abide; 25953|All the tears and sighs she wept and shed. 25953|Then she wept and silently sighed, 25953|Sitting alone upon the heath, 25953|Gazing like the water through it, 25953|And throughout her bosom wistful. 25953|From her shoulder leaned and fanned her, 25953|Over her shoulders she caressed her, 25953|And her brow to her father's face she bent, 25953|And her father's face she wept the while, 25953|With his own two hands she wept the while, 25953|From his hands, and from his beard the beard, 25953|Tears of sorrow full and ruddy, 25953|From his locks, and from his face the face. 25953|Long she wept, and deeply sighed, 25953|And with tears she shed them one and all. 25953|Kuno, the redoubtable minstrel, 25953|Heard the tearful tale of sorrow, 25953|And his head he lifted on his shoulders, 25953|And he spoke the words which follow, 25953|And in words like these expressed him: 25953|"O thou, young maiden sorrow-worn! 25953|Thus it is that one to suffer, 25953|Such as thou, my dearest sister, 25953|Must for love of other sisters, 25953|And a sister's father mourn for. 25953|I must go to other stations 25953|Where the wine is finer, 25953|To another house where wine is more 25953|Richly-soused than here to-day." 25953|From the table then he took her, 25953|To a larger room he led her, 25953|To a bath-house of a little, 25953|Which was spacious as a well. 25953|There he spoke the words which follow: 25953|"O thou bride of Väinämöinen, 25953|Wine of richest fragrance! 25953|When your heart is full of pleasure, 25953|May I pour for you from it, 25953|From a golden goblet of gold, 25953|From a cup of silver-stored, 25953|From a sweet red wine-skin now, 25953|And the honey and the pollen." 25953|Then the maid the sorrowful asked, 25953|And the redoubtable Väinämöinen, 25953|The renowned minstrel, answered: 25953|"Do not ask me for your honey, 25953|Or the gold, or silver, 25953|Nor the honey-cup and pollen; 25953|I cannot give it you, O maiden, 25953|Not for love of other sisters, 25953|Nor for love of fellow-maidens, 25953|For a wife's sake I can nothing, 25953|Neither can you give the honey, 25953|Nor the gold, or silver, 25953|Nor the honey-cup and pollen." 25953|From the bath the maiden Väinämöinen, 25953|And the aged Väyryn . . . 25953|And the redoubtable Väinämöinen 25953|He spoke the words which follow: 25953|"Not for you, sisters, neither 25953|For a wife's sake I cannot sleep, 25953|Yet to-morrow morning must rise, 25953|And I know to-morrow's journey. 25953|Go then, my dearest maiden, 25953|Go, my dearest sister, 25953|Thither quickly, quickly speed the journey, 25953|And to-morrow at sunrise go, 25953|Thither, O maiden, haste thee! 25 ======================================== SAMPLE 49450 ======================================== 8197|She said, 8197|What care I for love? 8197|A man is a man, and not an angel, 8197|And one more beautiful, 8197|And not so foolish! 8197|'Tis not the life of a woman, but a man's 8197|I would not change 8197|For the life of a woman, if I only 8197|Were only a woman! 8197|We will walk hand in hand through life, and never 8197|Shall we grow weary; 8197|And while we walk hand in hand, 8197|Love and I will know that I am not afraid 8197|And that they look not in my eyes to think 8197|That I have any doubt. 8197|So we will walk hand in hand through life, and never 8197|Shall we grow weary; 8197|And when the world goes wrong, and Love is always 8197|Right all the rest of the time, 8197|And you are wrong, I will look in your eyes and 8197|Say, "I am right!" 8197|We will walk hand in hand through life, and never 8197|Shall we grow weary; 8197|And when one is wrong, the other is saved, 8197|And a woman's help is sought, 8197|Then you will know that I am not afraid 8197|And that Beauty is not lost! 8197|We have been out, my love, 8197|For the last of the summer, 8197|Like birds on the wing. 8197|We have looked on the fields where the lilies blow, 8197|And the fields where the vines grow, 8197|And the grass of the meadows 8197|Where it is white as the snow. 8197|And I have listened to the wild wind singing free, 8197|And the wild larks whirring, 8197|And I have looked at the moon, 8197|And I have watched the night sky glittering and clear, 8197|As though with pearls and hair of gold. 8197|But the sun and the air 8197|Are the same on the day and the night we meet. 8197|And the moon, and the stars, and the shadows in the trees, 8197|Are the same, are the same. 8197|Even so, when I feel, 8197|As I sit alone at twilight, 8197|And watch the fire's red glow 8197|And hear the street-lamps' wailing. 8197|The stars are my friends: 8197|They come and go in the fire's white glow; 8197|And the stars are your friends; 8197|And every one, except the stars, who are gone. 8197|And the night-sky is your lover, and sky and tree are his; 8197|You and a few, my darling, and he and I, and all the stars. 8197|And you, with your voice deep in mine earbud and my lips 8197|Kissed side by side. 8197|And you, oh, you fair house, 8197|The little windows where night and the stars meet, 8197|With the pale roses in bloom 8197|And the moon's gold fleurs-de-lis on the window-bar; 8197|And the roses you keep 8197|In your dark and shabby fashion, and I in my own true dress; 8197|And my hands in yours, as I lean on the doors and sing of you; 8197|And I think the same of you, 8197|O you fair house, 8197|And you, dear roses, 8197|The old and the young and the fair night's home. 8197|We have walked so warm, my love, 8197|But the wind in the dark was fierce, 8197|And the stars, in the stars above us, 8197|Are all dead and cold. 8197|We have walked so warm, my love, 8197|And the stars have seen us walk 8197|As lovers every night; 8197|Like stars in the dark in the heaven above us 8197|When Love was young and Love was warm. 8197|But the wind in the dark is fierce, my love, 8197|And the stars are lost or dead, 8197|And the moon that holds them to the east to-night 8197 ======================================== SAMPLE 49460 ======================================== Aye, 'tis no use to say 1304|That she is far, and far away-- 1304|If one shall wait upon her eye, 1304|The other is as far from her: 1304|For if you watch upon her sight, 1304|And if you call, she is at rest. 1304|She looks not sick, for he is near, 1304|His lips to kiss are as sweet as thine; 1304|And, as I watch, she smiles as glows 1304|The morning in the balmy east, 1304|Her cheeks are bright, her very breath 1304|Gives pleasure to the man on her lips! 1304|And thou, my Love, art come at last; 1304|She does not look more fair to me: 1304|'I was far frae thee, my dear, to-day: 1304|I have forget, and hasten back 1304|To call on thee at half-past three. 1304|I fain would count the moments of noon 1304|When thy light figure in the sun 1304|Shall be first seen: that hour is bright; 1304|But come, my Love, for I must go 1304|And see my heroes fight to-day.] 1304|To-day, methought, I saw the heroes fight; 1304|It was beyond the common of years: 1304|Their arms were girdled with a belt of gold, 1304|And their hearts, like a great river, flowed. 1304|The one was young, the other old, 1304|The latter with his gold belt full: 1304|He was tall, and had a gentle air, 1304|He was gentle, and he was wise. 1304|He struck with his right hand, but he struck 1304|With his left hand not in vain or idle, 1304|The bold, the small, the weak, and maimed, 1304|He healed all who were stricken blind. 1304|He had forgotten their proud words, 1304|Their bitter looks, their fealty kind; 1304|He found his heart was turned to stone, 1304|And his lips quivering with surprise. 1304|And he raised up his head to see, 1304|And his eyes were fixed on the heroes' steeds: 1304|And they laughed and clattered as they sped, 1304|And the chariots were swift and strong. 1304|Like winds from out the east, from west, 1304|They swept through the charmed climes they past: 1304|Grey was their steeds, their front decayed, 1304|With time and care in their faces spent. 1304|All night they fought, they kept it up 1304|Till the lamp in heaven had been lit: 1304|It was overcast, it was overlight, 1304|And the night-wind was howl of the void. 1304|O the sun went up, and gladdened hearts 1304|Grew brave, and sentinel the night: 1304|But the darkness followed fast, 1304|And the gladdened hearts lay hid away. 1304|And the darkness fell on the earth, 1304|And the darkness fell on the hill; 1304|And the stars they looked upon the dead, 1304|But they did not weep for the dead: 1304|They knew that the gladsome stars were dead 1304|Who died in the charmed climes of France. 1304|I saw a vision of a ship-- 1304|A ship that glided out of sight; 1304|But ere she took to its asleep 1304|I saw her sail in the night. 1304|She was all silken, and all white, 1304|She moved in a sweet sublimity, 1304|Until she left the sleepers far 1304|To watch by the cliffs of Savoy. 1304|She took to the hold by the rock, 1304|And the moon beat her down with her waves, 1304|Till the bottom of her waves was made 1304|Of the tears of the eyes of London. 1304|When midnight falls in starry gleams, 1304|And the watchers by the watch-tower stand, 1304|They see her pass at the last-- 1304|A slender boat at sunset--pass by. 1304| ======================================== SAMPLE 49470 ======================================== 2130|We all must die, but we who, in a moment, 2130|Can see the future, not as mortals see it, 2130|Are not so happy as we are. The same 2130|Will take a thousand years to come about." 2130|He spake; and turning with his eye downcast, 2130|He looked on Erin's daughter, as her cheek 2130|Threw sunshine on her sister's, and her eyes 2130|Blazed beneath the crown she wore--a dove 2130|That, in some gale, would bring her kin of air 2130|With gladness and unsparing wing, with words 2130|Of beauty, but in speech of passion sweet. 2130|At last the light was dim and the air was chill, 2130|And with the darkness swathed around his face, 2130|The old man lay like a child upon his face 2130|With its wrinkled wavings, with its eyelids sunk 2130|Deep in their pillows; but he lifted up 2130|His head, and, as at waking from a dream, 2130|He gazed about his kinsmen and his own, 2130|And, gazing out upon his kinsmen's face, 2130|Then cried, "My kinsmen! the hour is come. 2130|Not all in vain my cunning has been spent! 2130|Forth with my people! as a prophet said, 2130|"I shall restore them with my Spirit when 2130|They look around me, and find me now 2130|A poor desolate man, as now I see 2130|No man to give me shelter, so, away, 2130|To some high hill-top, up aloft to the sky, 2130|I away to some wild stream, as I have said, 2130|With my chosen people. And behold! behold! 2130|My sons are with them; they shall bear my words 2130|To their own country, and their own people's King. 2130|Ah! what though I had failed to keep my vow?" 2130|Thus, to the old man's kinsmen, and the whole 2130|Tribe on which Erin was to rely, 2130|He spoke, and on the grass his kinsmen bent 2130|Their eager heads: the good old man was gone. 2130|Then at the head of his long-strung band 2130|The chief, with his own words, spake to that folk 2130|In his own tongue, which, in their haste to hear, 2130|No man had ever yet guessed (they scarce dared lift 2130|Their heads above the grass): "Ye warriors true,-- 2130|Ye loyal to your kinsmen, as the blood 2130|Is true which makes two brothers brother's pair, 2130|And true as light is light to the light-foot sparrow,-- 2130|Stand off! hold true debate, and, if ye will, 2130|Stifle the pride which turns to flight the will 2130|Of one who might have been your chief heretofore; 2130|But let the weak and the backward retreat. 2130|I too, who have been like a lion mewed, 2130|And like a lion mewed among the weak, 2130|The strongest of my kind, as is the lot 2130|Of those who wish their kinsmen good, or good 2130|Their kinsmen: let me go where I may. 2130|But hear me, Erin; my heart I shall keep, 2130|The heart which, though I have sinned, yet drinks 2130|Full charity of all. Thou wast thyself 2130|My husband; there was none else but God thy spouse, 2130|Nor any other but the Father, God; 2130|So that this man who is most surely God, 2130|Is God also, to what may men aspire 2130|As far as this may be, who have him for their God; 2130|Let this be taken as a mandate; hold high 2130|Their hearts while they look up upon his face, 2130|The stars look down, and the mountains with their trees 2130|Stand up, and the mountains answer; let them come; 2130|Let them come forth; come in, and ye shall find 2130|The world a palace, in appearance but poor. 2130|For, O my Erin! if in all the race ======================================== SAMPLE 49480 ======================================== 2334|Or, at a pinch, old Shanks could fight 'em all day long, 2334|For old Shanks was a fiercest skipper; 2334|And with a shout they called the gals to see his face, 2334|And the old sea captain came, 2334|And laid his hand on old Shanks' shoulder and said, 2334|"Whate'er ye are--a woman or a man-- 2334|I've watched you all the night through, 2334|I 'eard you bring the news of our great desire; 2334|We'll sail the seas as fast as we can fly, 2334|And then--if ye shall have it so-- 2334|Upon the white pebbles at the starboard bow 2334|We'll stand awhile and discuss the issue." 2334|The captain of the vessel stood at the poop-gallant eye, 2334|A swarthy figure towering tall and straight, 2334|With a sun-dial on his coat-sleeves blue and white, 2334|And a sun-dial on his coat-sleeves black 2334|Which the winds that blew from Afar blown off in the dark, 2334|Struck with the light of God's own eye, 2334|And struck with the finger of the hand of the Lord, 2334|And read it out for the startled crew--then stood aside 2334|And let the stranger in. 2334|And the captain, standing at the close of the day, 2334|Seized the old dial-hand of the old 2334|dial-hand of the old dial-hand of the old 2334|dial-hand of the old dial-hand of the old 2334|dial-hand of the dial-hand of the old. 2334|Then the sea-tide rose up to his lips and his eyes, 2334|As a rose-tree rises to the sun in the gloam; 2334|And they watched the white vessels speeding up the stream, 2334|And the grey stones crumbling as they went by; 2334|But his eye, as it followed after every boat, 2334|Was shut fast against the sight, 2334|Like the eye of an old man standing at his door, 2334|Ajar and searching for aught in the wrong. 2334|"I will stand aside," said the chief, "and let them have 'em; 2334|But I'll watch when the ships are half gone by. 2334|For with ten miles' notice I'll watch the sea--the sea 2334|That boils and howses for the crying of it!" 2334|The sail was gone, and the shrouds, the sails, 2334|And no one else was home to keep 2334|The watch in the old man's absence; 2334|But the eye of the old man still was shut tight, 2334|And he watched when the ships were gone. 2334|For he had no rest by night or day 2334|When it came to thinking of old Shanks of Shanks Bay, 2334|And he kept the sea-side for to see 2334|How the men fared there--with heart and with head, 2334|And all his knowledge right from the beginning; 2334|For he knew they'd come and take their rest, 2334|And he was a good man all along Shanks Bay. 2334|One June by the village church yard, 2334|Sitting alone on the pulpit, 2334|The preacher was looking out 2334|At the crowd that waited there; 2334|And the eyes of the men in grey 2334|Through the heavy mould-hued snow 2334|Were looking at him, and he 2334|Knew it must be some woman he saw. 2334|He had heard of a woman's love 2334|Was a curse in some ancient tongue, 2334|And he wondered if it was true 2334|That a woman could raise a King; 2334|But there was something in the tale 2334|That made him feel that he knew it. 2334|He went up to the woman's grave 2334|And knelt on the wooden sod, 2334|And said, "I would pray now, sweetheart, 2334|If you would speak to me." 2334|"O, pray, my child," she whispered, 2334|"I would only pray you 2334| ======================================== SAMPLE 49490 ======================================== 1279|That, in our holy shrine, 1279|The spirit's light may beam, 1279|And holy thoughts, and holy things, 1279|Come fair from far away. 1279|If thou be honest, gentle, kind, 1279|And well disposed at heart, 1279|In all thy ways and talents true, 1279|I'll ne'er forget my home. 1279|I'll ne'er forget my true love's eyes, 1279|And warm caress'd sighs, 1279|And breathing balms of love and truth, 1279|Her breath like balmy showers. 1279|I'll ne'er forget thy voice in flute, 1279|Whose clarion sounds, 1279|In every gleam, that blesses me, 1279|Enwreathing her. 1279|I'll ne'er forget her smiles whene'er 1279|I meet a blessing sweet 1279|That makes my wretched heart more strong, 1279|In shade or sunshine dear. 1279|I'll ne'er forget my absent Sire, 1279|And how it grieves him now, 1279|And how 'tis but my Spirit glows 1279|With heart-tears clenched. 1279|My Sire with sorrow's streaming tears 1279|A little while did look, 1279|Tending my soul with cares opprest, 1279|When first I came. 1279|And still the wandering rovers rove, 1279|To see, perchance, her you'll, 1279|But, ah! my Sire no trace will left 1279|Where I've been e'er. 1279|The sun shines warm, the linnets sing; 1279|The dew still slowly glides, 1279|A month is vanish'd, day grows late! 1279|The dews fall fast, the birds depart; 1279|The snow comes fast, the lightnings come; 1279|Th' unwinking void no more we feel, 1279|The planets, Pluto, leave us here, 1279|The moon, half-shut in heaven, remains; 1279|The blue fire glitters dim! 1279|The moon, half-shut in heaven, remains 1279|At night's return to rest; 1279|And, oh! 'tis sweet to hear again 1279|The white owl calling hay. 1279|The nightingale's drowsy strain, 1279|Was raised by ev'ry heart. 1279|No tears, no prayers, no tears, this day I ween, 1279|Shall dim the golden light 1279|Of Hope's blue sky, that waits me yet, 1279|And sends me safe from harm, 1279|Before the eve of malice' day; 1279|Yet, as I turn my thoughts to yonder Pole, 1279|I hear the far-off voice of Fame cry out! 1279|As in old time, at the day-beams' call, 1279|Ere yet the midnight-star shone forth, 1279|Shall prest their long-wish'd-for hope recall, 1279|What once they felt not, but now feel they:-- 1279|To what remote oblivion doom'd, 1279|In solitude and gloom resign'd! 1279|But hark! a sound stirs the pebbly lake, 1279|And all the water sings! 1279|'Tis JAMES CABLE calls, in pride of youth, 1279|And all his heart is on the wing; 1279|His high resolve is on the rise 1279|Of fortune, and her dreary ways. 1279|His country's fame he hails as now 1279|A thing to boast and boast of; 1279|A thing to make her proud to be, 1279|Without whose rising, she were nothing: 1279|A thing to make her bright to be 1279|Beyond compare the first and best; 1279|To make her sweet to him so dear, 1279|His eye the tear could scarce restrain-- 1279|Her smile had made him senseless quite. 1279|Her heart--her all--that was so warm, 1279|Was all for death a prey: 1279|Though brook, and bird, and leaf were there, 1279|'Twas but to make them sadder ======================================== SAMPLE 49500 ======================================== 8187|Beth to this heart--as in a shell. 8187|I fear thou'lt be, when thy last breath 8187|Is drawn; 8187|I'm sure--then the soul of me 8187|Will still be here. 8187|"_Het temlijts_," so sang the young boy of Het-Saal, 8187|When the young boy of Het-Schie, 8187|That little boy, so lite-haughty, 8187|Was now, of course, like _me_, on fire, 8187|The whole earth over--too much, to say, 8187|To be curst, in an hour, like him. 8187|And, though it's no wonder, he's found 8187|No friend in the village, but, in truth, 8187|No friend in the village but, in truth, 8187|"_Vraaklorg_" himself, my good friend 8187|And I, like the youth of this youth, 8187|To our friend and our love like flame; 8187|And we're not afraid to tell it, too-- 8187|We're only too glad to have it so! 8187|He was of the school, at least, 8187|That learned at the dear hands 8187|Of our _Muse's_ son, we hope, 8187|To be more at home than at _Het-Schie's_. 8187|Thenceforward was sent to the School 8187|To learn, at his age, 8187|His whole mind by observation; 8187|And, more than _Het-Schie's_, then, 8187|To study all our _Het-Schie's_. 8187|In vain he was tried by 8187|"_Ookkarn_"--for "_Ookksker_," 8187|In our _Het-Schie's_ language, 8187|"_Vraakkander__" is, alas! 8187|"_Vraakkkars_"--how we wish 8187|That some day we had him there! 8187|"In vain he was tempted." 8187|"_Ookkarn_"--who knows how well 8187|He proved his learning possible 8187|By making of his _Danish_ words 8187|(But oh! how the learned blush!) 8187|Our native tongues a matter 8187|"_Vraakkars_" himself is said 8187|To have "shown by examination 8187|"The way that the Dutch tongue should come, 8187|To the good man's purpose. 8187|"By his own words he now knows 8187|"What the Dutch heart speaks, though late, 8187|"And how to be kind to a poor friend, 8187|"By example and example." 8187|To all other men, we hope, 8187|The world would approve; 8187|But oh! could it but chance that we 8187|Should be the one who he taught 8187|To use such a lesson, then, dear friends, 8187|With tears and prayers, we'd ask, instead, 8187|"_Vraakkars_" himself to be our guide, 8187|And--how we wish, we'll own, 8187|We'll ne'er forget a friend's desire 8187|To learn for a _free_ how good we are! 8187|Oh! who can tell how pleased would be 8187|_Het-Schie_ too, 8187|On a whim to see her smile, 8187|Which, full oft, she herself could give! 8187|And with what rapture--how blissful-- 8187|That little boy, too, would sink in 8187|His little mother's arms, 8187|As, trembling, she'd press his head 8187|And kiss each part, and whisper 8187|"Little boy," as softly told by her; 8187|And when (as we have sung before) 8187|She would raise him, smiling there, 8187|"_Vrabekars_," with blushes, 8187|He'd listen, and be soon persuaded 8187|That this, in fact, was the very boy 8187|Was a fine little lad indeed. 8 ======================================== SAMPLE 49510 ======================================== 1057|No sound of his feet, no note of his laughter 1057|Rings out of doors. As some lone traveller 1057|With a sad soul, wandering in the dawning dark, 1057|Faces the chill, white moon that trembles and gleams, 1057|And turns to pierce the fearful secret of the place; 1057|And hears the drowsy clamour of the waves 1057|That far down on the shore a whisperless murmur makes, 1057|And turns to hear the voices that moan thereunder-- 1057|So I, wandering through my lonely house alone, 1057|Haply have haled my wits out at one go, 1057|And groped among the darkness of my room, 1057|And in the moon and stars have laid my fill. 1057|I will not feel thy shuddering hand 1057|Lift up from the dark one long strand 1057|Of hair that hung down to the dark hair 1057|Of one dear one. 1057|I will not touch the eyes or hair, 1057|As I touch the dark and black night 1057|Wherein lies this one dear one. 1057|For the hands of him that loved me 1057|Are as the hands of death, 1057|And the eyes of him that loved me 1057|As the eyes of the dead night. 1057|To-night it is the night of the dead night, 1057|And I too must lie alone, 1057|Saying to him: 'Father, do ye pity me? 1057|For of all your sons ye have none, 1057|Yet ye care them much, O King, 1057|And for thy kinsfolk do ye keep them well, 1057|And do not press them down their pain, 1057|And give them leave to walk with me--ah me! 1057|And I will be their guide and guide 1057|Till my life has ebbed away.' 1057|Ah me! ah me! ah me! my life is drear! 1057|Ah, to lie lone and unafraid 1057|In the darkness of the dark night! 1057|O brother, I will not turn about, 1057|For I am tired of lying alone, 1057|And tired of the wind and the rain, 1057|And all the dismal things that be 1057|In the house of my sleep. 1057|I will keep no house, I will walk alone, 1057|For the night is colder than the day, 1057|And I am weary of the rain and the wind, 1057|For it is long since I have seen 1057|A face I love or a voice I love; 1057|And the night is colder than the day, 1057|And I wander lonely. 1057|'Twas this that made me a fool 1057|To love you and to keep you, 1057|For all your songs and your smiles 1057|And all your whispers fine! 1057|'Twas this that made me a fool 1057|To love you in the street 1057|And then a fool indeed 1057|To love you when you were young. 1057|'Twas this that made me a fool 1057|To love you in the play 1057|Because my heart was hot, 1057|But oh, my heart was old! 1057|I have looked at your face, 1057|I have kissed your cheek like wine, 1057|I have laid my heart in your hand, 1057|I have feared your heart before. 1057|I have feared your heart, and yet 1057|I loved you truly still! 1057|My heart was hot at the first, 1057|I laid my heart in yours, my sweet! 1057|And then you were all too late, 1057|And then I laid mine there, 1057|And now my heart is cold, 1057|And now I live alone. 1057|The wind-swept sea-wall 1057|A rising ripple sweeps, 1057|Bearing a new-born queen 1057|On her glorious journey. 1057|From the land of dreams 1057|The sea-wind falls, 1057|He carries the red rose 1057|Tropical morning! 1057|He gathers her down, 1057|He turns her to stone ======================================== SAMPLE 49520 ======================================== 9889|I'll try, oh thou, to be wise, 9889|To make a pared down ode 9889|To tell how I'm going to 9889|Be a man to all men like me! 9612|The young man is not in the right, 9612|And no one can know him aright; 9612|The old man is without a doubt 9612|His friend and his only foe; 9612|And, sooth, it cannot do to be 9612|A bitter companion here; 9612|The little dog is a darling old 9612|That has a face so wise and plain, 9612|The bird that sings so gently must 9612|Be a kind old man--and wise; 9612|The little child that is fond and young 9612|Will never be of youth and play; 9612|He seems to think himself a sage 9612|Whose age is less than a week; 9612|When, truly, that is but a dream-- 9612|But so I think! 9612|So to be a sage in every way 9612|Can never be his duty here. 9612|He sees the great and good alone, 9612|The future and the yesterday, 9612|The good old time that never comes, 9612|The years of long ago; 9612|But not the great and good the less, 9612|And not the little dog the less; 9612|So to be a sage without a name 9612|On earth no man can ever see! 9612|And I am a dog that knows 9612|That every one must take 9612|What others say, tho' I hear 9612|_In this world there's so much to be told, 9612|No mortal ever sees-- 9612|But this I know, in this world of clay 9612|This bird will always sing, 9612|As he is always bound to do, 9612|By nature's law!_ 9612|He does not say, at the slightest beat of the drum, 9612|Who's the next move in the war, or who shall win, 9612|Or what the first action be, nor can conceive 9612|What the last word in satire may be; 9612|And yet the dog may know, if any dog can, 9612|That it is "to be dreaded," and that's "yaw, to fall." 9612|Oh there's nothing in life, I know-- 9612|Nothing--no, not a hill or stone, 9612|No town, nor town-bred street, nor stone, 9612|Can ever with my thoughts compare; 9612|I can see as much as if I could, 9612|And yet no man or any dog 9612|Can ever my thoughts with my own see; 9612|And when he can, before I see, 9612|His thoughts, like streams, must flow beyond 9612|The eyes that o'er them may be cast; 9612|And when his thoughts are out of sight, 9612|They can be hidden forever too; 9612|As I can't, you'll own, I do lie, 9612|But my thoughts may be kept but a day: 9612|And should I hide my thoughts the further, 9612|Why, the eyes in which I lay me down 9612|May not long look out of water's blue.-- 9612|But the dog has no words to say, 9612|Nor yet can comprehend a thought. 9612|And the best of poets too, when they're in an agony of wit or 9612|They said, "I'll tell you a fable! 9612|A fable, no less, true! 9612|"One day when the redwood-time is past, 9612|Up and away and away!" 9612|But, "Oh!" the black-flaming Eagle cried, 9612|"I know that 9612|"It must be so, although I know 9612|That a fable's as untrue as the tale of the rose-- 9612|The fable of the vine 9612|On the mountain-top, 9612|On the hill, the wild peacock's nest, 9612|On the bough, the bough by the fountain." 9612|"Ah," the Eagle said, "I knew 'twould be so, 9612|And how I would ======================================== SAMPLE 49530 ======================================== 1304|I saw her in a dream. 1304|A shape like flower upon a stem, 1304|All glistering and fair: 1304|I closed my eyes; the shape grew white, 1304|And in the white grew snow. 1304|Her arms were fair; her cheeks were red; 1304|Her eyes full of light: 1304|I closed my eyes; she changed to-day, 1304|And still she smiles like this. 1304|Our hearts are pure, but hers is not, 1304|Though all is gold and true: 1304|The pearl of all our worldly care 1304|Her soul will never see. 1304|Thou sweet, sweet summer afterglow! 1304|Thou noblest hope of peace! 1304|And thou, fair summer dying on the wold, 1304|The last but half-blown rose! 1304|Thou fairest, purest summer afterglow! 1304|O wither not too fast! 1304|'Tis better to leave at the springing birth 1304|Life's earliest perfume breathless; 1304|Be still, be still, a little while, 1304|Lest the sweet summer wake! 1304|Thou fairest, purest summer afterglow! 1304|Be kind unto thy sister! 1304|Thou hast her tears, her kisses, too, 1304|Her laughing eyes the same; 1304|Yet, since thou couldst not see her die, 1304|Of her we fain would be alive 1304|To make ourselves to live. 1304|Thou fairest, purest summer afterglow! 1304|Of these our dreams be true! 1304|For that which we can do, will she 1304|Do all that she can: 1304|She never shall return we said, 1304|But still we wait in vain, 1304|Lest, when this summer sleep is past, 1304|We then again be young! 1304|HEWNEY, an old and respected name in the family of the 1304|HEWNEY & SUTLER, who were active both in politics and for 1304|tendrils and spirit. They were members of the "Revolutionary 1304|Committees," and played an active part in the "Second 1304|and the succeeding "Revolutionaries," with "HewNEY," as it 1304|ISRAEL was at that time a subject of turmoil. The Sultan, 1304|troubled with the rise and influence of the Mahdi, and with 1304|political parties that entertained a popular idea or 1304|representative government. 1304|LITMAN and his friends had the good sense to leave the old order 1304|under the auspices of the "Revolutionary Reformatory." 1304|FULLERAKA, who died in 1786, was much admired by the "Revolutionary 1304|LITMAN, who died in 1793, is often portrayed as the first to 1304|foolishness and ignorance. 1304|PARK, the leader of the "Eighteen Seventy-five," was also one of those 1304|PARK, who had some success in leading others to follow his lead. 1304|PARK has been the object of many poems and was not left to 1304|remain so, the most interesting of which is the sketch he gave of 1304|the circumstances surrounding the death of Mr. Coles, the 1304|leader of the "Sixth," a party which gave a good account of 1304|the reformatory in the meantime. Of this sketch Mr. Sillery remarks: 1304|"In a small quarto volume there is an illustrated and abridged 1304|history, the art of English reformatory, and the conduct of 1304|Mr. LITMAN's great contribution contains some interesting 1304|information about the life of this celebrated man." 1304|PARK, in his sketch, states the following: 1304|"Mr. Park's contribution is a very excellent one. It 1304|contains facts and materials, so that they can be put together 1304|to form the history of Mr. Coles in England in the sixteenth 1304|centuries, with the aid of much supplementary information. 1304|There are many facts in it sufficient for an historical 1304|reading, but few facts sufficient for an artful treatment. But ======================================== SAMPLE 49540 ======================================== 22382|were the words of the oracle, εἰ δὲ δὲ δὲρτειον Θείριστάτων ἐτ' ὥ Γυτά λευκτες, οἵ ἐκ τ' ἀνίσατο καὶ ἐν τὸ εἴαμαι· οὐκ καἰ δὲ χειρὸς δὲ εὑρων. Cf. Ovid, Met. 1. vii. 15: 22382|θνηλον εἶπες θυ μὲν ἄκρυσων ἀκρυγῳ.] 22382|Ἔκιλευγιᾳ, ἔν τοῦ πλευκτὰ τ' ἐλαζευτον. See the Onger, and Ollas and 22382|Virgil, for the story is connected with his own life.] 22382|Cresphonti, Ctesippus, and the Cnidiades.] 22382|"Diana, who sits upon the crest of Olympus."--Μä. p. 21.] 22382|Gods. p. 11; and Ecl. i. 28. Virg.Org. p. 73.] 22382|Cresphonti (which is from the Greek word _schonti_, _silent,"--εὐτὰ 22382|πτά τὸ τράχητον.] 22382|Αἱ δὲ καὶ ὑμῖν, ὑχουίουσαν ἔν ἑλασταίνων.--Bucolg. p. 30.] 22382|"So too, my sons, when thou thyself hast seen, and the other 22382|Iphis, whose presence chills my very soul, is the son of Polydectes 22382|him. See Hygin. Ovid. viii. Aen. p. 547, sqq.; Viv. p. 43; 22382|Ecl. viii., and the rest of the passage.] 22382|and the words of the same passage.--Bolton.] 22382|ἢ δἰκιὰ τεταλῖα ἐνθῷν πολιὰδες ἐμήνων, ἀπόστετα λυτήσεν 22382|αἰσχαλεὶς μεγαρὸν ἐνήσθαι τὰς κατὰ τὴν μάλασταίναι.] 22382|"And of the sons then, the eldest being of my lady dame did I 22382|sons, and the other two of my natal heaven. And from this I 22382|can conclude that he was born in the Elysian Fields, for he of 22382|her, and from her he might have been born, and of a good 22382|heart, and his nature was spotless."--Ovid, Fast. xii. 22382|Thus having spoken, he stood like a pillar of the air, which 22382|Thessalonica also fell in front of him, and thus in his 22382|"Thee, O my dear son, I am dreading now to see him. Go, therefore, 22382|and let me see the old man. But do not, my son, so soon entreat 22382|him, for we shall have no peace until we divorce our wife from 22382|Ithaca, and give it to Sparta's soldiers." 22382|Thus having said, he stepped in front of him, and with 22382|"O father, hear me," shouted Sol, "we will leave off the 22382|affectation." 22382|Iris ======================================== SAMPLE 49550 ======================================== 5185|Thou, Kullerwoinen, hast departed, 5185|Into the wide-open deeps hast gone; 5185|To thy mother, thou hast gone, 5185|Hastened, sad and weary-eyed, 5185|To thy sable vessel's resting place." 5185|Still the magician, Kullerwoinen, 5185|Heavy at heart, lamented, 5185|Wept one day, and then a second, 5185|Wept the third day as well as the next, 5185|Wept and lamented in the forest, 5185|Wept and lamented in the woodlands, 5185|Wept one week, and Wept the third from morn till even, 5185|Wept one month through, and a third from threescore, 5185|Till at last he sleeps at last, 5185|Holds his peace in the embrace of death! 5185|Then the wizard, Kullerwoinen, 5185|Hastened to his vessel's prow-root, 5185|Rising, he plunged into the waters, 5185|Sinking his bark home in the waters, 5185|Submerged and buried, well-nigh spent- 5185|Till at last he comes to land in Lodish, 5185|In the home-grounds of his people. 5185|Now I will sing the happy bride-bedfellows, 5185|Hearing these songs the happy sisters, 5185|Hearing these songs the happy brothers, 5185|Hearken to my songs the happy brothers! 5185|Lovely they dance in the doorway, 5185|Flake on flake of snow-white fire-garnet, 5185|On each flake are faces half closed, 5185|Flake on flake of snow-white violet, 5185|Flake on flake of snowy-vested fir-tree, 5185|On each face a tear is on its eyelid, 5185|A tear in Fusias blossom glancing 5185|Like the forehead of Kankeko, 5185|As a tear in Ratus' heart gliding. 5185|O'er the bride-beds runs the Rabbit-foot, 5185|Whisk-starts away to fall in Glenara; 5185|Whisk-starts away from birch-bark Awe, 5185|Then is seen in Saguenay Valley, 5185|In the pass where St. Louis River, 5185|Flows a third of stream of La Saint medicament, 5185|As the Hyacinths swing in Smerteo. 5185|Thus the dancers are conducted 5185|To the border-bridge of La Prairies, 5185|To the La Prednikar, or Hearth. 5185|When the couch was duly placed on it, 5185|In a velvet cover, Fusi-ball, 5185|Belt inside a copper alloy, 5185|Song was heard within the room, 5185|This the ballad poet sang: 5185|"Since on earth there lives one who would wed us, 5185|Who a wife would make both wife and bride, 5185|Come to me and tell my wishful heart, 5185|"If a dream thou leavest in the dream-land, 5185|In the land of good and evil-gender, 5185|Where the shadows often cross the window, 5185|Tell my wishful heart to wed us, 5185|This the essay the dreamer sends: 5185|"Wilt thou have a wife and joy of husband, 5185|That thy heart may turn to thee content, 5185|Joy as from the blessed fountain? 5185|Or wilt thou have a home and only living 5185|Heart, to fill thy heart with bitter woe, 5185|Fill it up with years of bitter weeping, 5185|Till thy golden ring is all destroyed?" 5185|Thus the husband spake in answer, 5185|Wrongs and wrongs heaped on wife Annet: 5185|"For the love I bear my wife annet, 5185|For the joy of home-filled heart and body, 5185|I will leave my wife annet, 5185|And will dwell in other dwelling, 5185|To the delight of none, a mother. 5185|When a man from foreign ======================================== SAMPLE 49560 ======================================== May she never smile again 23972|When love will come and give her joy, 23972|And make her life-long dream her gladness. 23972|No--I cannot take her hand; 23972|I will not! I would not! I must not. 23972|The time is coming when her hair, 23972|Like the sweet-brier in full bloom, 23972|Should fade, and yet her tender eyes 23972|Should stay with a grateful light, 23972|And still the soft, young hand lie there, 23972|With fond embrace, as if she came 23972|To say, "I love you!" ever there, 23972|And still with tender embrace, as if she came 23972|To say, "I love you!" ever there, 23972|A little maiden 23972|Caught her mother, and led her to a field, 23972|Out in a hollow, where the brook put out her head: 23972|There was a little brook. 23972|Said the little girl, "O, dear mother mine! 23972|Will you not give me water from the brook?" 23972|To the little brook replied the mother old: 23972|"Surely you know." 23972|Said the little girl, "If you love me as I do, 23972|Why do you leave me here to wet my hands?" 23972|To the little brook replied the mother old: 23972|"Go fetch water for me, you stupid blunderbuss!" 23972|I met a child 23972|Who had lost his way 23972|And could scarce be found, 23972|Where a great hill 23972|Stood in view, 23972|High as life and fair; 23972|And in the vale 23972|Which the child went through, 23972|And died,--but where? 23972|I called, and no one heard; 23972|I came and found 23972|No stone upon the grave; 23972|The child was laid away. 23972|I took the present, 23972|And bore it home, 23972|In my old shirt. 23972|A little boy went forth one day 23972|To pluck a thorn; 23972|He pressed it against his lips, 23972|And then a thorn. 23972|Two little rabbits ran with him 23972|To catch a fly; 23972|He held the rabbits by the nose, 23972|As he stood on his head! 23972|Two little pigs to town came, 23972|One called for milk, 23972|And one for clover; 23972|The little pig of clover cried, 23972|"If you don't give me milk and clover, 23972|I'se a dun'see!" 23972|The little pigs sent for the cow, 23972|The little cow gave him clover; 23972|The little cow sent for the cow 23972|To make a bigger bill. 23972|There was an old woman lived in the moonlight, 23972|And she lived in the night-time, 23972|She had an old hat and a big umbrella, 23972|And her hair was golden brown. 23972|She walked by the moonlight without stopping, 23972|And she went without stopping, 23972|And over the moonlight she went without waking, 23972|And under the moonlight. 23972|She saw a little gray dog go skurrying, 23972|And she yelled "Come out with me," 23972|And the dog turned round and barked at her, 23972|And he growled at her more. 23972|She turned round and barked at the skurrying 23972|And the dog turned away growling, 23972|And they both cried, "Oh, we're sorry that you're gone, 23972|And we're very sorry you're sick." 23972|It's snowing in the lift, 23972|It's snowing in the sky, 23972|It's freezing in the water, 23972|And now it's ice in my heart. 23972|It's cold and it's chilling cold 23972|In the lift of my heart; 23972|In my lift it's downright deadly; 23972|For with every breath 23972|I freeze, and with every motion 23972|I freeze ======================================== SAMPLE 49570 ======================================== 941|That the world has gone mad with the joy of war. 941|But the days of the war are over now. 941|And that was the glory of the good old days 941|Of the heroes of the war that once were here 941|And won the world. 941|We are weary, tired of the noise of the guns. 941|They're a race that's quick and knows no pity. 941|They're a race of sudden violence, 941|With a joy that never has had resting. 941|As a child of fire, my heart is filled with the hope 941|That peace will come at last to the land of the wars; 941|But our hopes are all in the dark. 941|My eyes are filled with the sight of the men who come, 941|The soldiers from the far-away and the west 941|And the westward, westward lands. 941|Their faces, too, are the faces of me. 941|Their faces are the graces that never betray 941|The secrets that the soul will never say. 941|Their bodies, too, are the shapes I have known 941|In my dreams and in the world's strange mystery, 941|Their breasts are the sweetest of breasts and their hair 941|The sweetest of hair. 941|Their eyes are the wonder of eyes and the light 941|Of tender light, the glory of the light. 941|Their hearts are the hearts of the world, though their face 941|Is stern and white. 941|And their souls, they are flesh and blood, and their souls 941|Are as sweet as a song. 941|And the world and its wars, they are human souls, 941|And they think of God and they think of their God, 941|And they go to the end. 941|And I, too, the soldier of the world, shall go 941|And conquer or fall. 941|I have given my soul to a thousand wars. 941|Theirs is a sense of pain. 941|They say that my dreams will come true, and that they 941|Will fight with the foe on the soil of my grave, 941|But they must never find me alive again. 941|I've tried so hard to be brave and to speak the truth, 941|For I know that they are vain. 941|I've gone to the war and I've learned that war is sin, 941|And nothing may live longer than a day, 941|And I've followed my dream until I've gained an honor 941|With my death-bonds clipped. 941|And now, I have fought and I've learned from my loss 941|That even death is something less than God. 941|And I say, as I take the shroud 941|From the battle-flag that I wear 941|For a funeral that I go to say, 941|Let the dust cease from my soul and my grave 941|And a world be made anew, 941|Take the coffin out, and I'll take the pall, 941|And I'll walk among my friends in the street, 941|And I hope to meet the young, the old, the gray, 941|And the old and young will say to me, "Good-by!" 941|From the home of my heart, from the land of my birth 941|What are you waiting for, O my love, O my love? 941|From the place where my love went to die 941|And where my love comes back to-day? 941|From the place where she spent her last breath 941|In the city she never saw-- 941|In the place where she was laid away 941|In the grave of her world of gray? 941|I would give the whole earth for just one kiss! 941|In the place where she was slain to-day 941|In the place where she is lying now, 941|What are you waiting for, O my love, O my love? 941|It was just yesterday that I gave you my hand. 941|I know you can guess at the heartache I felt, 941|But I'm giving it back to you to-day. 941|Your smile is the sunshine of my life to-day, 941|But that smile has ======================================== SAMPLE 49580 ======================================== 24298|Away from all things and to the 24298|High mountain's edge. 24298|So he climbed, with all his courage, 24298|From the world forlorn, and he 24298|Climbed alone where the wind-swept hills 24298|Climb to meet the deep blue sky. 24298|Down all through the glen the mountain-woods 24298|Grew silent as a shadow-shroud; 24298|There was nothing to be seen but the hills 24298|And the far-off sea's crest. 24298|Away on the mountains' summit, 24298|He loitered all alone; 24298|At the heart of the forest, 24298|He turned his eyes, he saw alone. 24298|But to the heart of the forest, 24298|Where ever the boughs bent down, 24298|And every bough to every cloud gave 24298|Its fragrance and its bloom, 24298|A far voice came to his spirit 24298|"Follow!" There never a voice replied, 24298|But he obeyed the call. 24298|There was no need for a spell or a prayer, 24298|His courage was unshaken; 24298|He was alone, and his heart was sick, 24298|But his courage made him brave. 24298|So he walked amid the forests 24298|As one who has heard a ghost, 24298|And, wandering through wild, silent solitudes, 24298|He saw the ghost of a joy. 24298|And the song he remembered from childhood 24298|Rang in his ears like a song of olden time, 24298|And its echo from space like a message, 24298|Still floats in the ancient woods. 24298|But the voice he knew no longer 24298|Sounded to him from the world apart; 24298|But it thrilled him with a strange melody 24298|From the heights of the night. 24298|And away from the old, old world afar 24298|To the old, old world to him; 24298|To the forest and to the mountain-stream, 24298|And the old, old songs once heard. 24298|To the day and night's immortal stars, 24298|O the song of a soul at rest! 24298|From the heights of the earth the song is singing, 24298|And the voice still echoes and rings. 24298|In the old, old days where the men are glad, 24298|And the women are gay; 24298|In the calm, silent night where the men are sad, 24298|To the old, old deeds undone. 24298|In the day and silence so often told 24298|In the hours to be, 24298|When the hours with a mystic light gleam, 24298|Then I'll follow those souls afar. 24298|Ah the day is calm, and the night is fair, 24298|With a song of peace; 24298|And the shadows have gone--the shadows leave-- 24298|With the song of the soul at rest. 24298|Ah to the night that gathers like some gray form, 24298|In darkness and night, 24298|The night-dew, the tears of a life unkind, 24298|And the hours in their lengthening throng. 24298|And the sad, sweet songs of long ago, 24298|That drift on afar, 24298|And the silence of hope, and the silence of pain, 24298|From the heights of the night away. 24298|Come to the woods, with your laughter and song, 24298|Come, my Mary Poet, 24298|Come over the hills, 24298|Come over the hills. 24298|Hark the wind-laden, wind-laden West, 24298|The dreamy lovers meet-- 24298|Over the hills, 24298|Come over the hills. 24298|Over the hills, 24298|Come over the hills; 24298|In the dreamy and tangled wood, 24298|Oh, listen for the foot 24298|So far from the hills. 24298|Over the hills; 24298|Over the hills. 24298|Over the hills, 24298|Come over the hills. 24298|Over the hills, 24298|We hear the wild-wood wilds reply, 24298|Oh, listen for the ======================================== SAMPLE 49590 ======================================== 2997|That the great airy throng was borne, 2997|To me, for my soul's soul's ease. 2997|I have known the cold, dull, drear 2997|Degraded day; 2997|It has left a sore 2997|To have I loved thee so. 2997|A word, to ease 2997|The lids thereof, 2997|From thy heart? 2997|Ah, 'twas well! 2997|So was 2997|A kiss. 2997|Now, in the light, 2997|Of thy lips, 2997|Somewhere there 2997|A man is I 2997|And he that hath 2997|No child, 2997|No treasure, 2997|But she that hath 2997|As a maid 2997|With her eyes 2997|The world hath bought 2997|By his hands, 2997|That shall give 2997|And not take 2997|From her hands 2997|Her love. 2997|It is but a thing of air to her; 2997|For her love's sake to me it is true 2997|As the eyes of the stars that look on the sea. 2997|She is dead and yet will not pass away 2997|As she had never been one whit as we two knew. 2997|I look on her face and feel herself again, 2997|And the soul in it lies so still I am kind, 2997|And I say with my heart, "We are best of friends." 2997|The sun will arise 2997|And see how long ago we have been wed; 2997|It is so long ago now, and we will live 2997|Still together, and as strong-hearted of soul 2997|As when we and our hearts were wed--if love could. 2997|The grey of the morning air, 2997|A cry of joy and woe, 2997|Of hope dashed like a leaf 2997|In a whirlwind, and despair 2997|Rushing from out the gloom: 2997|The windless day. 2997|The grey of the morning air, 2997|To the green-spreading bosom 2997|Where my life, mine enemy, 2997|Bears her unconquer'd breast: 2997|The windless day. 2997|The windless day. 2997|The grey of the morning time, 2997|And the sun at heaven's end; 2997|How close grows life, and what we give, 2997|As it flies or comes, or creeps; 2997|A cry, I feel it on my cheek, 2997|When it blows, the same to you: 2997|But, oh, I feel it on mine own, 2997|In the windless day. 2997|The windless day. 2997|The windless day. 2997|All day, the wind-draught blowing, 2997|Through the trees the wind-draught pouring: 2997|All day the trees and we are standing 2997|Pressed close to each other, and we seem 2997|Still on the edge of one another, 2997|And we seem so still because of silence. 2997|All day for us it is like that, 2997|And the sun there is no beating; 2997|But when comes the windless day, 2997|He turns into the wind-draught pouring. 2997|It is very sad, but I cannot speak: 2997|Heaven help me and my heart, I'll tell you all: 2997|It was I who found in all these songs 2997|Some one whom I had love to call. 2997|And I made for him in those we sang 2997|A kind of name, for what he was called 2997|Was like to what his heart was called. 2997|His was a soul so cold and hard 2997|No friend in heaven could ever know its name, 2997|But when he went abroad he knew its name, 2997|And when he came back we none knew. 2997|I used to think the world was his 2997|To let alone, for the world's indifferent. 2997|But now I know that he himself makes war, 2997|And that his soul is made of war's most bloody strife. 2997|A ======================================== SAMPLE 49600 ======================================== 24869|The holy text of truth he spoke. 24869|In every word the saint displayed 24869|His wisdom, as he watched the foe, 24869|Whose thousand eyes with eager gaze 24869|Had seen him hurled from hill to hill: 24869|“Vishnu, the God who rules the skies, 24869|Who leads the stars, his faithful guide, 24869|And Nárad, son of Nárad, brave, 24869|Who rules the windy lands along. 24869|The Lord of rains, with whom, at need, 24869|His brother armies meet the foe, 24869|And the immortal Gods who hold 24869|The seven worlds in close and bond.” 24869|While thus he spake, the hero sped 24869|To Daṇḍak’s forest fast, 24869|And Ráma, as his secret thought 24869|Arose, together wended. 24869|There Raghu’s son a lonely mule 24869|Was guiding home, and there 24869|Beneath the distant mountain’s crest 24869|His hermitage he built. 24869|The aged man for Ráma’s sake 24869|All food and foodless care had tried, 24869|And while the holy man he fed 24869|With plenteous food the aged man 24869|For Ráma to be his lord, 24869|As food a few he sought, and soon 24869|A meal of wondrous strength he gained, 24869|And, fed by him, he looked as one 24869|All vigour and new vigour gained. 24869|The young King took the favour 24869|And sent him back to Raghu’s shade, 24869|Where Daśaratha’s son, in turn, 24869|A priestly vase supplied. 24869|There Ráma ever spent his days, 24869|And there he slept and ate and drank, 24869|With Ráma as his comrade, best 24869|In piety and wisdom bred 24869|In royal Jambumáli(475) still; 24869|And to his brother made him go 24869|On every holy rite, 24869|When day and night by rites like these 24869|He earned the boon of sleep. 24869|He saw each day his days were done. 24869|He sought his brother’s hall. 24869|A thousand days upon the sun 24869|Had filled the mighty halls and bowers; 24869|A thousand nights the sun hung there, 24869|The hundred thousand morn 24869|Had shone on Gautam’s lovely race, 24869|And with the day-spring came again 24869|His mother-in-law. 24869|Now through the holy wood he came 24869|In mortal limbs the mighty man, 24869|And, through the holy wood he went, 24869|In mortal form he made. 24869|His sire’s decree for ever more 24869|He honoured as his sacred law, 24869|And in the priest he had not found 24869|Whose eyes at last could see, 24869|Who ’twas to him as to an arch, 24869|To Raghu’s son was known, 24869|Who with his aged sire had shared 24869|The joys his father knew, 24869|So great the love and faith he showed 24869|In many a holy look. 24869|With all the virtues that he knew, 24869|Thy sires and sires in turn had given; 24869|And by the holy faith and skill, 24869|In all the rites he wrought, 24869|He came of virtuous parents grown, 24869|His brother Raghu’s son. 24869|His task the rite completed o’er, 24869|Bent on the task his reverent head 24869|Which with the flowers of piety 24869|Had reft away from earth. 24869|There Ráma in each hour of rest 24869|The Lord of life had seen, 24869|And when the morning dawned forth 24869|The priest who in his hours of toil 24869|Had wrought the saints obeyed his will. 24869|By faith, whose power ======================================== SAMPLE 49610 ======================================== 2619|Of joy, and peace, and beauty, 2619|And wisdom, too, that grows;-- 2619|Of those who live a little 2619|And laugh at all the grief 2619|That life can give or take. 2619|In a dimly lighted room-- 2619|Where darkness and the glow 2619|Of light are two very far 2619|From the bright light of day, 2619|But both so friendly come 2619|And ask in, to see 2619|My paintings, as they pass, 2619|What pleasure in their life 2619|I have made to-day. 2619|To them I give my heart, 2619|That beat for Liberty, 2619|Till they are dead or dying 2619|Over and above 2619|The pain, as being of wrong; 2619|That they may find in me 2619|Comfort and help. 2619|In my room on the height 2619|Of the dark hill, 2619|Do you come to hear the songs 2619|Of my painted flowers? 2619|Do you come to see my walls 2619|Of the painted rose? 2619|Or do you come by the stream 2619|Where the painted flowers go? 2619|Do you hear the music sweet 2619|Of my painted birds? 2619|Do you notice where the songs 2619|In the autumn go? 2619|And the songs are in the rose, 2619|And the birds in the fern. 2619|Do you hear the music on the wing, 2619|Of the painted flowers? 2619|Do you hear it in the stream, 2619|Where the painted flowers drink? 2619|Or do you come by the hill, 2619|To the painted flowers' play? 2619|Do you come from the stream, 2619|Or the fern to hear?-- 2619|Do you come from the stream, 2619|Or the fern to see?-- 2619|Come, come with me 2619|To a far new room, 2619|Where the music is the same, 2619|And the flowers the same. 2619|In my new room, 2619|Where the sunshine's for ever sweet, 2619|And the rainbows never weep. 2619|There you'll find 2619|All the flowers that ever were 2619|Breathed in gold or blue. 2619|But the rooms all furnished so 2619|Are not furnished so. 2619|For, as soon as the first ray 2619|Of the sunshine comes, 2619|All the flowers that ever were 2619|Are with light in the air. 2619|Come, come with me 2619|To a far new room, 2619|Where the music is the same, 2619|And the flowers the same. 2619|Where the little winds can blow, 2619|And the air be free; 2619|And the sunbeams play, 2619|And the leaves be gray; 2619|Where the cool sea-currents pass, 2619|And the wind and wave 2619|Like white hands beckon me, 2619|And a song is in my heart. 2619|And a song, which, as they pass, 2619|Are the same to me; 2619|Where the cool sea-currents blow, 2619|And the wind and wave 2619|May not know, 2619|Nor a song be found; 2619|As I reach my heart's core, 2619|Like a white rose blown; 2619|And it grows and grows 2619|With a love so strong and dear 2619|That, with white arms folded, 2619|I lie at rest by it. 2619|It will be true to the end. 2619|But I know it will be not. 2619|Oh, there is room for two in the heart of a man, 2619|In the heart of thee, with the eyes of the star! 2619|We are apart, but we are not apart in the sea, 2619|In the sea of thy eyes and the sea of mine. 2619|When I see thee I know the light is not gone 2619|That shines for me on the sides of the wave, 2619|On the side of the star that smiles ======================================== SAMPLE 49620 ======================================== 18396|In braw new green attire; 18396|And, wi' my bonnie birdie, 18396|Cauld and cold I'm a'. 18396|Lassie, gie him a kiss, 18396|It were merrit to see 18396|The sun shines bright this day o' the year; 18396|But we'll gae to the gloamin' down 18396|This day o' the year. 18396|There's waur folks sae braw and braw, 18396|I own, but they're nae mair: 18396|If auld, ance mair we blunder'd on, 18396|For the gloamin' down. 18396|There's some that're blythe and braw, 18396|And a' baith o' them are blin'; 18396|We'll see the lads sae braw, my dear, 18396|The lasses sae braw. 18396|There's four that make the band, 18396|Nae mair will I see mair; 18396|But o'er the gowden Lake a', 18396|I ken their manners a'; 18396|They'll see the lads sae braw, my dear, 18396|The lasses sae braw. 18396|There's a lass we'll name you, 18396|The fairest that ever lived; 18396|If that you will but name her, 18396|I'll be her dear one ever. 18396|If you will but add the name, 18396|You will be her dear one ever! 18396|"Saw ye wha was my ain, man?-- 18396|Yonder we gat our wame; 18396|Nae bairn could havena been my ain, 18396|For a' the warld had wed; 18396|But wha was my ain, man?-- 18396|Ay! O she was a bonny lassie. 18396|Sae didty she wad bide, man, 18396|An' deid wi' you her fill; 18396|An' she wad be our ain, man, 18396|For a' the warld had wed." 18396|"Saw ye wha was my ain, man?-- 18396|Ye'se a gairden wame chiel; 18396|I thocht yer mither was a man, 18396|An the futhrie wame was shean; 18396|But, wha was my ain, man?-- 18396|Yes, she wad be our ain, man. 18396|"Saw ye wha was my ain, man?-- 18396|Ye was my brither's ain; 18396|Hands twa were like twa foxes' nests; 18396|Hands o'er o'er o'er a bush; 18396|Was a drucken weel-shanked cat-- 18396|Ay! wad ye be our ain, man?-- 18396|Sic-me she was yestreen; 18396|Sic-me she wad be our ain, man." 18396|"Saw ye wha was my ain, man?-- 18396|I gaed wizen yestreen; 18396|Her gowden hair was red an' brent, 18396|An she wad bide on to me; 18396|But wha was my ain, man? 18396|What did the shet o' your wizen be? 18396|I dinna see the whence fu', 18396|For I've lost it yestreen-- 18396|Ay, she wad be our ain, man, 18396|For a' the warld had wed." 18396|"Saw ye wha was my ain, man? 18396|My fairliest wameless chile; 18396|A' the pouther licht on her bosom 18396|Was the deid o' your father; 18396|My bonnie mither's ettlin, 18396|The gowden tresses can mend; 18396|It is the thing ye'll hae, man, 18396|But what is to come fu' true 18396|I dinna ken, man, wad ye hae, ======================================== SAMPLE 49630 ======================================== 615|If by a force of that I can win or win, 615|For so is a man my peerless, all o'er 615|Which thou so oft hast shown in martial show 615|And on my behalf, of thine and mine, 615|If on earth be thy heart's desire, if fame 615|Shall e'er record my deeds to be thy meed, 615|With a most brave deed shalt thou perform, in me, 615|In thee, to save from pain thy gentle youth," 615|And, in the warrior's word, with a coy smile, 615|Began to list; then paused, and, turning his 615|And all his words to her, she, as their shade, 615|Strove to be quiet, and as timid, said, 615|"O gentle youth, who art thou in word and deed? 615|A cavalier in all, in all is thine: 615|So mightily in combat hast thou said. 615|But since I must, in speaking, here forespent, 615|I wish me with thy courser to the fight. 615|"This little, not a little, thou shalt take 615|From me, if thou wilt, but I thy servant be. 615|I am the paladin of that king, who reigned 615|Thee, with goodly peers; who now is dying, 615|For my fair lord, who evermore is graced, 615|With that good lord, so glorious and so high, 615|That he above all others is most dear, 615|Of all mankind all that have not wealth or gain. 615|"From him I took, who of mankind is chief, 615|And will from me take them, if I take nought: 615|So that to him my mightiest deeds must be 615|Sufficient; for to conquer, or to die." 615|When it had been the last and cruel fate, 615|That good Rogero died, with tearless eye 615|She beheld her lord, and thus with sighs began: 615|"O thou, my beloved and my chiefest boast! 615|I have not yet beheld the glory thou 615|Hast won in battle. In the field I thought 615|Such glory were no gain, nor would be seen 615|To be the gain of art, and of a king: 615|But if some pity for thy sorrows move 615|To give me grace and succour, I receive, 615|Nor yet believe that I shall ever lose 615|That prize, although now thou gavest me pain." 615|Scarce had she ceased, than by her loved lord 615|A gentle, meek, and amorous maid was led: 615|But the bold champion, having raised her first, 615|Clomb her to his bosom with more than can 615|Contrive, while he is wont to rest his eyes. 615|As he was lifted in his arms, and breathed 615|No words unto her, whom he loved so well, 615|But gazed upon her with a fixed eye, 615|Sobbing all his time, that ere he cried, 615|Her lady's heart was melting into tears: 615|For thus he deemed he loved her best indeed. 615|"I have so much of my good lord done," 615|Said he, weeping, "and I see no end, 615|To do thee wrong in this false lover's heart, 615|No man can ever love whom is not true. 615|Oh! I can waken again thy love, 615|And you must love me which of us twain 615|In love find favour." "In sooth," she said, 615|"If this indeed was so, it is but just, 615|That if my love be false, you will be true; 615|Wherefore I must, as you have said, regain 615|My lord, and my good lord, my own, restore. 615|"But who shall give unto me the key 615|And lock the hall where I can lodge, the while? 615|The same of any, from that hall can hide. 615|I'll go forth without the palace wall 615|And not depart through aught, for that I vow. 615|So I by thee, by whom all things are sought, 615|Will hither quickly to the palace, where 615|A hundred maids shall offer incense nigh. 615|"If thou for this be kind to me so free ======================================== SAMPLE 49640 ======================================== 1471|But, with a sigh as it would be 1471|The world's greatest pleasure to 1471|That, as he stood and watched them, 1471|He thought he heard a voice above him: 1471|"All things I will have done 1471|For thee, who hast no mind for mine; 1471|Thy life I'll make a song o' love, 1471|Thy death a noble suicide." 1471|Then Love's first song was done, 1471|And Love put on new wings: 1471|"What now will I say, young man 1471|Who hast a soul for me?" 1471|"I'll sing all love, and nothing else, 1471|And nothing else I will sing; 1471|And only one,--the same that's sweetest-- 1471|Be mine to love or be my grave." 1471|He put the wings on and flew 1471|To where high rocks of fire 1471|Went circling round the sea: 1471|And the great waves with the voices 1471|Were singing on the shore, 1471|Telling them of Love's new song: 1471|"O Love, go now; my wings are bare!" 1471|Then--as in sudden sunshine 1471|The waves, a throng of golden fire, 1471|Stream o'er the shining sand-- 1471|And upward--where he sang, 1471|On the red rock--he stood, 1471|Tuning his song with power, 1471|And singing on the wave. 1471|So Love's first song was done, 1471|And Time had given his song a death; 1471|So, a while since, and no longer gay, 1471|He sank into a tomb--or, stone. 1471|No voice came to his ear, 1471|No touch on the gloom-bound room, 1471|But in the sea of stars 1471|The moon came up out of the sea:- 1471|And she was a star. 1471|A star, as bright, if I err not, 1471|As when I saw you first, 1471|A moon-bright star--a star, 1471|A star. 1471|For what is so blue, so tender, 1471|As the blood the rose doth pour 1471|And the roselet's crimson beading? 1471|Why, love, how the violet's hue 1471|Is mellow as the violet's! 1471|A rose's a rose--but a violet one, 1471|A rose's a rose--but a violet one! 1471|Oh, love, the crimson violet! 1471|The violet hath a crimson hue, 1471|A rose's a rose--but a crimson one, 1471|A rose's a rose--but a crimson one! 1471|Oh, love, the crimson violet! 1471|The violet hath a crimson hue, 1471|A rose's a rose--but a crimson one, 1471|A rose's a rose--but a crimson one! 1471|A star is an eye-wond; 1471|The red eye-wond of the violet! 1471|The violet hath a crimson hue, 1471|A star's a rose--but a crimson one, 1471|A rose's a rose--but a crimson one! 1471|A star is a ring; 1471|The ring eye-ring of the violet! 1471|The star hath a crimson hue, 1471|A ring 'tis of a violet-- 1471|A star's a rose--but a crimson one, 1471|A rose's a rose--but a crimson one! 1471|When first the stars and the rose were 1471|And all that is soft and bright, 1471|I thought the world was fair, 1471|But, lo! a year later!--aye! 1471|I have learned that beauty is 1471|A truth in the way they claim: 1471|A thing for pride, a thing for spite, 1471|A thing 1471|For wit and shame and toil to cherish;-- 1471|A thing divine, a thing for scathe. 1471|A thing divine--as though some awful God 1471|Had made it so, and bade him forgo 1471|The wealth of all creation, and, ======================================== SAMPLE 49650 ======================================== 7122|They were as in a dream, and saw 7122|The future so unknown. 7122|Their hearts beat high with joy of mind 7122|And feelings true to feeling high, 7122|When first they heard the Word, and knew 7122|The Lord had lovingly 7122|A Saviour they in hope did name 7122|As one to be their own. 7122|And while thus they did rejoice, 7122|The time came for His birth-day, 7122|Which they do daily keep in mind 7122|So as He lives, they always see 7122|He'll surely live to them. 7122|Then from their joyous lives they take 7122|A sad and heavy countenance, 7122|And feel it their duty to 7122|Keep daily in mind the words 7122|I am yours, who are my children's hope, 7122|Mine, yours, and all the dear ones in this life-- 7122|And that your blessing and your strength be ever 7122|With them in trouble, love, or strife. 7122|The time has come to sing, 7122|And thus the choir, with rapture, greet 7122|The new-born Babe in life, 7122|While music bids the Babe to rise 7122|From Heav'n to Earth. 7122|A glorious, wondrous sight! 7122|A glorious sight, with deep delight 7122|To many a baby-god! 7122|When in his virgin breast he lay 7122|While yet so soon to rise to greet 7122|His Father from Earth's far-off sphere; 7122|This babe his manger first did bring, 7122|To feed the poor with food. 7122|How grateful feeling filled the Lord 7122|At that sweet sight he soon beheld, 7122|And with a soul elate 7122|Came forth to do Him service just 7122|On Heav'n's pure altar ground. 7122|As he in glory took the place 7122|Of Lamb in white, and spake the word 7122|"Blessed art thou, Lord, that comest? 7122|I said that Thou wert the Lamb; 7122|Naught can I now remember now, 7122|But just a Lamb Thou hast fed! 7122|"I have no thoughts of guilt or shame, 7122|Lest I their shadow should assume, 7122|And thus, in passing on my way, 7122|Have crossed the threshold of Death. 7122|May I my life in thee enjoy, 7122|And as a Friend thy dear name hear! 7122|"Thy word of comfort to me given, 7122|With full assurance still remain, 7122|That Thou wilt live, till I shall die 7122|Saved from the place of Death!" 7122|So wept the Baby-God, 7122|Who in his sorrow soon was raised, 7122|And lovingly gazing on his face, 7122|Our Father, joy and gladness smiled. 7122|Now we take a little walk along the shore, 7122|In sunshine and in snow, at the far end of the track. 7122|And as we approach, a pleasant sound I hear, 7122|Which tells that he is sleeping, as I'm the one to greet. 7122|And from that day, the happy childhood of our boy 7122|Hath grown up, with health and wealth, for many a happy end. 7122|This life is but a long procession, passing through 7122|The vast of space and the bright of angels, o'er which 7122|We journey with our Creator, a band of angels bright 7122|The bright of heart, and the guide of every one who walks 7122|This life is an endless flow of life, and the world 7122|Is all a grand scene all boundlessly, O God! with joy 7122|Which will not be withstood, O God! 'neath His stern voice, 7122|But each one feels his part in it, as the moving sphere 7122|Is filled with all immortals; life is but the springing 7122|Of many springs--the living thing is but one bright sun; 7122|And our hearts' work is to be a spark out of the vast. 7122|The world's long day, from morn to evening, is a song ======================================== SAMPLE 49660 ======================================== 10493|They say there is a little place, 10493|Where a mate once lived, 10493|Who saw them on their way 10493|To the bush-parades one day. 10493|And the mother to her darling said: 10493|"I want to let you into my house, 10493|I’m sure you’ll find the life is good, 10493|And I’d give you every thing you want." 10493|While they all went off with the old lady, 10493|The mother in agony threw her 10493|Down some roots she had in her stocking; 10493|The other three came in and said: 10493|“My lad, what can a little girl do?” 10493|And the old lady gave them biscuits too. 10493|When the mother’s body was laid in, 10493|The boys came out and said: 10493|“She is cold as a stone, and we’ll bury her 10493|In the bush beside the Great Blue Hole, 10493|But you must stay below there while we play, 10493|And don’t disturb the old woman’s sleep. 10493|We’ll have a lovely play, but we’ll never 10493|Make it to daylight, 10493|The way that we did that day— 10493|When the sun’s in a trice, 10493|We’ll go in the bushes about, 10493|In spite of the great blue hole. 10493|But it’s safe to say that I’ll go in 10493|If they catch me, 10493|Though they play on my pillow all night!" 10493|Oh, they played away, and it really rained, 10493|Then it was over, and it was over, 10493|And the boys played with the mother’s dead babe 10493|Till it was time for her to go home. 10493|But they play without stopping till night, 10493|For all night long. 10493|I had a horse who could neigh like a beast, 10493|And trot, an arrow just for variety. 10493|He had teeth like an arrow, 10493|And every tooth was a claw. 10493|He trotted at full speed, 10493|And when he’d got to the end 10493|Of his long, hard, sad career, 10493|He dropped his head, and then did not stir. 10493|He had one eye, 10493|And it was a black eye, 10493|That even at night would dazzle the daylight, 10493|And not once would blink while I slept, 10493|If I but peeped or breathed. 10493|I slept for ever, 10493|If at night I yawned when he trotted away. 10493|If they should see the rest 10493|Of him and his friends on the Great Blue Hole, 10493|I’d be as happy as a bird, 10493|Without thinking or knowing. 10493|I would not quarrel, 10493|If once his head moved by the Great Blue Hole, 10493|And when he saw I was awake, 10493|He ceased to snore, that black eye fell. 10493|I slept for ever, 10493|But always I turned to the Great Blue Hole 10493|If any one dared take the hint; 10493|When I woke one morning 10493|I’d be as well as a pigeon. 10493|The boys at school 10493|Were just as bad as they seemed. 10493|He was cruel to his schoolmates, 10493|When they put him to the trick 10493|To make him play the four-pounder and the ten-pounder, 10493|Then he did move like the swiver, 10493|And then he gave bad blows, 10493|And never once had the luck to lose to a flipper. 10493|He played with his fingers, 10493|And the string he played with, 10493|Was very sharp and very thin. 10493|He ’spied a boy at his games, 10493|And when he heard that his bones were old and gray, 10493|He cried like a tender lamb, 10493|A terrible cry, like a boy’s at a feast, ======================================== SAMPLE 49670 ======================================== 8786|Had not his country's cause impugn'd. His eyes 8786|Even now beheld, upon the lofty tower 8786|Standing, the principalities of Rome and Carthage. 8786|The soul, that in them remains, their burden feels 8786|No more, and therefore speaks not; but in words 8786|Like to this this each hour, such firmness gains, 8786|That I remark not absent events. The power 8786|That rear'd this city, and that Italian land 8786|(A power, not that of Suabia's but mine), 8786|A vast tract containing certain thousand miats 8786|And other vast extent, as far as Bicra call'd, 8786|Within the circumscript unique of Deeds, 8786|A passage wider far than any other 8786|Through the wide world; Urban, King of whom 8786|Th' Italian realm and terraque lawful lay, 8786|Claimed it as his intestate for three years 8786|And more. That oath, if alive, his heirs held, 8786|By which he bound himself to secrecy 8786|Of warring in that cause against the Romans 8786|Or in their governments, or in their faith. 8786|During that time, his venerable sire, 8786|By treachery or by force, dislodged the town 8786|Of Mantua, (as fame says) where th' unarmed Town-fellows 8786|Might defend themselves or charge the Romans. 8786|throne, and the other powers therein vested, one 8786|King, and the other (implicitly) his lawful heirs. 8786|authoritatively indicate that this is Dante's own era.) 8786|Thus having said, they (the two angels, thus 8786|Seeming to draw near) gave sightings to those bright 8786|Points, whence we had before been fain to look; 8786|And, at the sound of mine angel song, behold, 8786|That circle silent stand, awaiting the song 8786|Of the Holy One, to whom heavy stones 8786|And rivers unto the sacred mount are brought, 8786|As pilgrims to gratulate their hospitable rite. 8786|Then by the two lights, that on each other's radii 8786|Sank, and gave acknowledgement, such brief treaty 8786|Making assembled we; and non-compliance 8786|Was by that covenant for ever sealed. 8786|With these, then spake my guide: "Heed this my say; 8786|Here are no lawyers in the world like these, 8786|Who, anxious to redound to-day on theirs, 8786|Must needs declare themselves their professed cause-men." 8786|"Me thus as a reed may be relied on," 8786|Replied the shade of the angel with that head 8786|Revolving in his breast, when said: "On thee 8786|We stay our suit; on thee we intend to dwell." 8786|"Me then," said he, "thou case like to that of Croesus, 8786|Where the eagled steeds would be frustrated, if they 8786|Longer stayed in that case would prolong their life." 8786|That case is here; and change of times evolutes 8786|Not only style, but also all the historical events. 8786|Vanni Fucci, who erst had triumph'd in Milan 8786|And in his empire named Stricca, (inils 8786|Of which the more part were not yet reported: 8786|And greatly was he loved in that city, which 8786|He next entered, where the populace were foes 8786|To learning and to saints; and after these wars 8786|A certain Lamartine began, who slew 8786|His own soul in the struggle. Riccarda next, 8786|Who late slew her first husband, and was disguised 8786|As a young man, of that society 8786|Which follows practice; and therefore less resents 8786|Being thus followed than if mistress more 8786|Had daily been away; and here began 8786|The false philosopher's glory, that began 8786|With Francis and with Riccardo ab and thence 8786|To vex us with a double poverty 8786|(One from a jealous sense, the other from a wish 8786|To hide the ======================================== SAMPLE 49680 ======================================== Aye, for the man's sake, 27441|I've loved one, 27441|And one, and one, and one; 27441|The little things that never 27441|I forget. 27441|Let the little ones stand and wonder at me: 27441|For me, I've loved the world too long, 27441|And every little world of Love, 27441|And every little girl and boy 27441|That comes between, and never can be parted. 27441|There's not the least man in my heart of ninety, 27441|To call me down to earth and say, 27441|'O, look at your little picture with wonder! 27441|It's all on the wall, and there's a shining dusting on, 27441|And you won't believe what's true, but you'll wonder why, 27441|But if you look again you'll see it's the picture of me. 27441|And you're going to kiss me, Father? That makes no diff'rence, 27441|For I'm not the picture of life, but I've been dead long. 27441|O, look at my picture, it's on the wall, 27441|And you will not believe what you've done long and long, 27441|But the picture of me is hanging there still, 27441|And I've been dead long: 27441|And all for a little picture, my own 27441|I gave it to the world to look upon, 27441|But it has grown damp and faded, 27441|It will not shine; 27441|I can see that there are things lacking 27441|As I could not see them missing; 27441|And the picture of me 27441|Dears the picture of me still, for it's his, 27441|And mine, and mine. 27441|I would all men were as I am, 27441|All men to the best of their capacity, 27441|All men to their worth and ability, 27441|And made just as much of as me as they could; 27441|It's just the man that I would be, 27441|With the freedom of the world at my choice. 27441|If I must be a man, 27441|Thro' my youth I thought it shame 27441|If I should ever grow old. 27441|There's not a nob but had ears in it, 27441|And saw things out for the sake of it, 27441|And in it what and what not, 27441|And how and where and when. 27441|There's not a man but found out things 27441|Or knew what he knew for the sake of it, 27441|And knew things that he knew then 27441|For the sake of now; 27441|And the soul that is there in it, 27441|And the life of it not long ago. 27441|There's not a woman yet or ever 27441|Nor any soon or never far hence 27441|That had not love's voice in her; 27441|And the soul in it was a part 27441|Of her soul now, and may be. 27441|All are to the blacksmith's shop; 27441|The furnace is the shopman's; 27441|The forge the shopman's, 27441|The hammers are the shopman's; 27441|The anvil the shopman's, 27441|The swords and lances are the shopman's. 27441|The house itself is the forge, 27441|And the shopman is the hammer; 27441|The window in the door-yard 27441|Is the shopman's window, 27441|And the road that winds round it 27441|Is the shopman's road. 27441|All are to the blacksmith's shop, 27441|The furnace is the shopman's; 27441|The anvil the shopman's, 27441|The sword-bield the shopman's, 27441|The workbench the shopman's, 27441|And the chair is made of the shopman's. 27441|The iron that was the smith's 27441|Falls down into the fire-place, 27441|While the blacksmith stands behind it 27441|With his forge-door in his hand. 27441|For the smith's poor iron shivers, 27441|And his poor hammer stands straight. 27441 ======================================== SAMPLE 49690 ======================================== 20|Their power to guide and protect, and in that place 20|To give them power of Life and Death to lay 20|Laws on the Lawd, what soe're best in that, 20|Not to injure, but to serve and to obey, 20|As such as ought in such a place should obey, 20|And that with just regard, and with sincere love 20|Both of what God hath made and of what is giv'n 20|By Giver and Giver: nor of Decrees made 20|For sparing Nations, that with sword or other 20|Should strive to take from others what they gave; 20|But with regard of affection and of life 20|Both of their kind: nor of a Nation made 20|Noble and Munition'd for the place 20|Whereby to Freedom came, though that should share 20|With fair excuse the contrary sentence; 20|But for the sake of whom at worst they fell, 20|Born to place and renown, and for the sake 20|Of what the hour had made sacred and sweet, 20|Breathing a sanctified and fragrant air, 20|That might no earthly breath distil from flowers; 20|Proud to be such, submissive to obey, 20|And anxious unto serve, as one might see 20|Swift from a large Carnivorous Corn to Spring 20|Returning home again, the herbage brown 20|With winter fleeces, or in May a White Rose 20|Wax heart-studded and purple-crested. As one 20|From a kind mother sends her darlings out 20|On hunting-days to see the country bound, 20|So sent myself forth, and with those fair beguil'd, 20|Two Flower-de-lys from those green meads I went, 20|To bring again into the bosom of Eve 20|Those lovely things I lost on Canaess down, 20|And those fair things that on her branches grew. 20|I sent them forth unseen; but all that grew 20|Between the arbour and the churchyard wall 20|Between the arbour and the grot whereon 20|Men bury buried fathers and of sons 20|After they have fought and suffered for them part 20|To part in strange abhorred captivity, 20|Between the churchyard and the wide sea, 20|Was known. All that between the arbour and the grot 20|Whereon great men lie with glory crowned, 20|Whereon men sleep whose words are wise and witty, 20|Between the arbour and the holy well, 20|Nightly I sent my children forth to see. 20|So did I love them, and their task was good; 20|For we had labour'd to produce what might 20|Of sweet and pleasant taste to our desire 20|Presentment from hands of perfect hand 20|Presentment from perfect hands delivery: 20|Singing them, day and night, with love and song, 20|The live-long evenings, the live-long mornings, 20|For our sweet sake: and now no season else 20|Of them could their sweet smell or white or red 20|Of ripeness in the air of ripeness found, 20|Or hear well in the wood of tempering pines 20|Their sweet or bitter taste: sweet now they be, 20|The sweetest in the world as of a mind 20|In perfect harmony with Nature made. 20|But now death came, and these our works gave way; 20|Sown into death the fruitful earth o'erspread: 20|The trees, to make new houses, fell: the boughs 20|Ran out: the fruitful trees their sacred names 20|Worm-ridden: beasts, and birds, and insects, died. 20|And even these to us from Nature dear 20|Did Nature make for evil, and mischance; 20|And gave to evil to dispose and wield, 20|To every creature a different form and sight 20|From ourselves, and foul deformities show'd 20|As the express image of their unclean appetites: 20|From beasts they changed their natures, and from birds 20|Their feathers: from the same the poisonous snakes 20|Driv'n in silence took their progress forth, 20|And from the innocent blood and single life 20|All unclean took elemental forms; the same 20|Evil life with birth produced infant birth, 20|In sickness sickness old gave infant sight, 20| ======================================== SAMPLE 49700 ======================================== 1304|And as he went, I heard him say, 1304|'When thou hast seen my children three, 1304|Then will I make them wives for thee-- 1304|They are so true and faithful----' 1304|'Alas--thy word has failed me-- 1304|They have not seen the ghost of him 1304|Who was my husband long ago, 1304|And killed my children, when they waked, 1304|To work about the wood, with me, 1304|And fright the hags away from me. 1304|So, to please the gods above, let me 1304|Give up the maids and all their joys. 1304|'I would not wed a devil's child, 1304|My own dear love, for one sweet kiss 1304|Of your white hand, as white as ivory; 1304|Or one white hand to prove my faith, 1304|To prove that I could love but thee.' 1304|With arms about her boyish limbs 1304|And kisses on his tender lips, 1304|She held him, while the god cried, 'Come!' 1304|Oh, that my heart, dear, with its misery, 1304|Could give God's blessing. 1304|But with an echo, and sound less sweet, 1304|The words come back of this old hour: 1304|I hear the wail of love still lingering, 1304|I feel 't will linger still. 1304|I thought that I was in the air 1304|And every star was in love with me: 1304|And the stars smiled on the earth 1304|As they sung the love of summer. 1304|Yet it was a false sweet summer; 1304|The rose-leaves died, the rain-leaves grew 1304|Sick and withering, and wan 1304|As the wan stars of heaven. 1304|It was a false false sweet song; 1304|The rain-leaves died, the rose-leaves grew 1304|Sick and withering, and wan 1304|As the wan stars of heaven. 1304|It was a false sweet song; 1304|The rain-leaves died, the rain-leaves grew 1304|Sick and withering, and wan 1304|As the wan stars of heaven. 1304|It was a false sweet love; 1304|The moon grew old, and the stars moved slow-- 1304|It was one long dark, one dark night-- 1304|And she, the wind, was not any use, 1304|As she stood there in my heart; 1304|Alas! she could not stand it; 1304|She fell asleep in my arms. 1304|Alas! and I lay awake, 1304|Till one of the stars shook its glory 1304|And showed me her face, and 1304|Then left me--as if it meant no ill. 1304|Weeping and weary I took 1304|My sorrow far away; 1304|I made up my mind with the lark, 1304|To visit the wood, 1304|To wander and cry and sing, 1304|My sorrowing heart to cheer, 1304|And find what it would all forbid: 1304|A happy maiden and a good young man. 1304|Now the red sun is high in heaven's air, 1304|Now the dew hangs in the flowers like gold: 1304|Hail you, to you and to all good things, 1304|The blessed, the glorious one! 1304|I pray you, as you walk the street, 1304|With a heart for true praise, 1304|Remember the red or shining sun, 1304|The dew or flowers in bloom! 1304|Loud overhead, and fast asleep, 1304|The great stars sleep; 1304|For their watch is not yet done: 1304|Night is come in our Western sky, 1304|And the moon is up. 1304|Curse on all darkness! a curse on all night-darkness, 1304|To keep the stars from rising with delight! 1304|A curse on all sleep-devoted mortals! 1304|For the moon and her gentle little lambs 1304|Are asleep as I. 1304|I have heard the little lambs' bleating ever ======================================== SAMPLE 49710 ======================================== 615|The young and active knights are at a loss 615|To what to do, but all to-morrow will befall, 615|With one another, if they may believe 615|Their eyes; for now the duke's cavaliers 615|Come marching forward, at the palace-door. 615|The damsels then to him with goodly cheer 615|Receive the strangers, who, at first sight, 615|Pronounce him valiant, brave, and courteous bard; 615|Which is, I ween, too much for one 615|In war, when he perceives how far behind 615|He is of honour and of martial fame: 615|But now aye in his mind's core the knight 615|Remains, since his heart doth beat with amaze. 615|To this their gentle lord is now inclined 615|To give him comfort and advice good and true: 615|Since he, and he alone, should gain the day, 615|No matter how remote; and he would fly 615|That in the fight he is not equal found; 615|Which, if the others were alive, would make 615|The knight an easy prey; and what is next 615|Would make him lose a greater part of fame. 615|They, the farewell greeting of their lord, 615|Depart, and with their horses, where they stay, 615|To the south of France and France's king repair 615|(The other monarch not perceiving where 615|He was), at Paris are conveyed apart; 615|For him, as yet, in England is unknown, 615|That in the other king holds Paris town. 615|Thence off they sail by land and water both 615|To be upon the Syrian king espied. 615|And now King Agramant that army's lord, 615|Led by King Charlemagne, is in the hold: 615|That other king to march is ever-more, 615|For such the want, that he is all at ease. 615|Agramant's sable host is parted nigh, 615|Who ill that king can bestow is in store. 615|Thence, with a thousand warriors, in the plain 615|Of Syria, in the town of Rences-les-Lains. 615|And there they see -- I cannot say the how -- 615|What state and place a thousand miles affords; 615|But well the king can see the king, at hand, 615|That on our side will soon become our own. 615|The king and his his fair dame in one place, 615|In the same chamber, with the goodly pair, 615|The king's men are lodged, and there abide 615|Until the fighting to these warlike men. 615|For them, as here, the king has given command 615|To muster all the forces he had fain 615|To give to him, in France, against the foe; 615|And of the host, the army to prepare, 615|The faulchion forth, and of a staff; and where 615|He cannot, to avenge his loss, shall bear 615|The royal steed and arms and costly gear. 615|This is Bagne, and that is Calfred hight, 615|And with whom the Saracen, that hath died, 615|Will make, in arms, a cavalier of might; 615|If such will seem to do the will of man. 615|With these, a hundred coursers fleeted in train; 615|Whose faces bear a countenance of scorn, 615|Of stern resentment, and of burning ire: 615|Some blackened with the dyes of burning fire; 615|The others of a dusky hue and mild. 615|-- Alas! for those that live that cruel time, 615|When men have wit enough to look with scorn! 615|On him, to wit, Rogero's mother, stand, 615|Who to a guest such hospitality displays. 615|The stranger, and the host, Rogero sees 615|At once -- then turns, and on another side. 615|Sees not Rogero's mother, but his sire; 615|Nor dares to ask her, or to lay his hand, 615|Upon his aged mother's bier, upbraid; 615|For, if they ask him, with a smile he's gone. 615|While with their lord he waits in such amaze, 615|There cometh a loud shout, and din, and ======================================== SAMPLE 49720 ======================================== 1287|My life is not well,--I'm ashamed! 1287|I dare not speak! 1287|And what have I done?--what do I behold! 1287|I have, alas! lost my head! 1287|I'm lost! The sun shines now; no breeze hath blown,-- 1287|When will it blow! 1287|I feel as doth the mountain, that o'er the snow, 1287|Whose shadow hangs in the dewy dell, 1287|Till, waked from his slumber, it stirs and struggles 1287|To the height of the mountain. 1287|With joy and pleasure in mine am I stirred. 1287|But as I press thee, I feel, oh God, 1287|It is no longer good! 1287|And then I look,--that which thy fingers pressest 1287|Is the head of a wild, wild boar! 1287|That boar's dark, melancholy heart it is. 1287|Who are the kings of the earth? 1287|Each one has his throne; 1287|Each one presides with power; 1287|And he speaks with the voice of the sea-- 1287|That voice of the waves it is. 1287|The sea!--as the winds the earth obey,-- 1287|As the waves the throne is fixed; 1287|And the mighty seas are loud, and proud, 1287|And the glorious earth to me. 1287|The mighty seas are firm as steel, 1287|And loud and full is the sea; 1287|To all, all is one and undying, 1287|That life and that joy is. 1287|And I cannot comprehend it! 1287|My heart is made of earth, 1287|And God is earth,--and, God is earth. 1287|And who are the kings of the sea? 1287|There are three kings, each, oh God, 1287|A King with a crown; 1287|And who rule the sea? There are three 1287|Three great Sea-Kings all-flaming, 1287|Each a King with a star; 1287|And who rule the sea are they?--A king 1287|(Who reigns above the flood). 1287|And they move by their magic power, 1287|In a mighty league, as I see; 1287|And they speak with the winds, I've heard:-- 1287|The winds' voices were close:-- 1287|The winds spoke in a loud and a shout 1287|What they wish'd, and what they fear'd. 1287|As 'twere in one universal voice, 1287|As the winds speak and move, 1287|As their voices are loud and abounding, 1287|In an infinite way. 1287|And the sea--that sea which is endless 1287|Has not one master; 1287|Its mighty waves are the ocean and air, 1287|And the winds' are slaves to the sea. 1287|As 'twere in one universal speech, 1287|As the sea's voices are heard; 1287|And winds say to the winds--whither they come 1287|They cannot be hid. 1287|Oh, ye winds! how ye're the lords of the world 1287|Since you speak so freely! 1287|What! you speak not in words! 1287|Ye speak as a man alone, 1287|Who in the desert's solitude, 1287|Is only himself, and the face of the sea. 1287|But ye are not the sea, for ye have seen 1287|This land and its people. 1287|For now and a moment, the waves are loud, 1287|And the sands are very deep; 1287|Ye must quickly hasten to the shore, 1287|If ye fear the waves. 1287|Ye have heard how the winds were born, 1287|And all the winds do come 1287|With a voice of their own, that all men hear; 1287|There's no power but the sea 1287|Can heal, and will never cease. 1287|And who are the lords of the waves?-- 1287|The first it is the wind, 1287|Who in the air, through the atmosphere, 1287|And through the earth can fly. 1287|He, too, ======================================== SAMPLE 49730 ======================================== 20956|"The wind is blowing, the sky's a blaze," 20956|"Oh, where shall we our rest?" 20956|"Hither, hither, joys and joys," 20956|"The woods are fair, the woods are burning, 20956|The hills are burning!" 20956|"Farewell, for we have mourned too long," 20956|"The woods are burning, the woods are bleeding, 20956|The hills are bleeding!" 20956|They have sung a psalm of many a one, 20956|Of songs of old time and of new; 20956|But the heart of this is as dead as this, 20956|And it is dull as this. 20956|And the song is a sad, sweet old tune, 20956|That I could never teach my lass; 20956|But I can sing of the happy, glad, 20956|Happiness o'er the green. 20956|And they sang it merrily the first, 20956|That I will ever recall, 20956|And I'll sing it ever till I die, 20956|To the end that I may. 20956|But their songs shall never more be sung, 20956|As we sit and remember; 20956|For our days have passed past, and the world 20956|Is all made up of March. 20956|It is Spring, and the earth is singing sweet, 20956|All singing a joyous song; 20956|How many people sing in their souls 20956|The music of Spring, 20956|And make up a little music hall 20956|O'er our little heads. 20956|So close up, little brother, 20956|I sing to thee, 20956|It is Spring, and the singing 20956|Is strong in thy song, 20956|All that thou wert has been thine; 20956|Thy heart is to blame if 'tis not true. 20956|But my heart is true, and my song is right, 20956|And my story is not far to seek. 20956|For there we may all that we were, 20956|And all that thou art, 20956|For all may tell--who ever was as thee, 20956|True as thou art fair! 20956|But the truth shall never be told, 20956|As I sing to thee. 20956|I know not yet if, when the spring-time comes, 20956|Thy little self shall grow into a man; 20956|And the world, like to the little flower-pot, 20956|Shall bloom with the bright-colored flowers and buds, 20956|Till this proud little heart, too proud for pride, 20956|Is a little man, and thou a little maid. 20956|For I, that am not a maid, but maid, 20956|And thou not yet a boy, 20956|Shall grow into a little slave; 20956|And he shall wear a golden chain, and sing 20956|His song as a child should sing, 20956|And I shall grow into a little man, 20956|And thou not yet a little maid. 20956|For I am so much more than a spring, 20956|And thou art so much more than a rose, 20956|And I am so much more than a friend, 20956|In that little heart that thou must hold. 20956|But thou shalt never do what I do 20956|Though thou art not yet a boy, 20956|Thou art not yet a boy, nor less 20956|Than this thy little heart and I. 20956|And when thou hast a little day, 20956|Like me, to bloom, then thou shalt grow 20956|The earth with its many little stars 20956|Shall cover thee all over; 20956|And thou shalt have thy little brother's hair, 20956|So you shall know that thou art free. 20956|And I will make thee wise, and make thee good, 20956|In all things,--and thy little heart 20956|The little hearts of all things shall greet; 20956|And the wise men shall bless thee, and praise 20956|Thy happy mother, and send thee gifts 20956|From the big, wondrous hands of heaven. 20956|For the wise men, and the brave, and the gay, 20956|Gave thee ======================================== SAMPLE 49740 ======================================== 27441|To watch him, and his fair wife, 27441|The maid upon the heather; 27441|To see him, his fair wife, 27441|Saw not since he came from Ulster. 27441|And he had said--"I will now depart, 27441|And in another eight weeks, at least, 27441|If not before, for Scotland meet, 27441|And there will I with you make row 27441|Of all the hills of Scotland." 27441|And so they parted; and the morn blew, 27441|And the grey mists were parted, and they were 27441|Aslant beneath the blowing sky-- 27441|And there was one lone lonely hill, 27441|That never, under the bending bough, 27441|From sunrise till the setting sun, 27441|Shall make its barren summits hoar, 27441|In the land of the lee-shoulder'd sea. 27441|O happy hill! that takes the morn in 27441|Like a bride gaily by the gown, 27441|And gives to the young man greeting 27441|That's both polite and courteous here! 27441|For to-day, the bridegroom is come, 27441|To the wedding of the fair young bride, 27441|With many a merry heart and merry 27441|And many a merry word betwixt; 27441|And the fair young bridegroom will make 27441|Good wedding-guests, though they are far away, 27441|Ere night, the snow-wreaths drifting, lie 27441|About the hill-tops and the bay; 27441|And the fair young bridegroom will take 27441|His homeward way to his wedded bride: 27441|And the sea will be its pillow then; 27441|Until the day that never more shall weary 27441|Shall come and make his journey o'er! 27441|In the days that are far gone, 27441|In the days that now grieve me, 27441|The little children, playing 27441|In the summer's sun. 27441|In the days that are far gone, 27441|In the days that now grieve me, 27441|The little children, running 27441|In the summer's air. 27441|In the days that are far gone, 27441|In the days that now grieve me, 27441|The little children, bounding 27441|Along the road. 27441|In the days that are far gone, 27441|In the days that now grieve me, 27441|The little children, playing 27441|At their play. 27441|And the sun went round and round, 27441|And the moon came down behind the world, 27441|As if it knew: 27441|And the sun went round and round, 27441|And the pink and blue came with them all 27441|Of the little children. 27441|Ah, look at the dew, sweet red, 27441|That's falling fast, O little blood! 27441|Little you know, mother, how fast 27441|Your baby's tears are flowing. 27441|Ah, look at that face of blue, 27441|That's hiding under the leaves, 27441|Little baby's hidden face! 27441|Little baby's hidden look! 27441|Ah, see that little hand of mine, 27441|O, see! I can feel its stir, 27441|My fingers are warm, O, baby! 27441|Little finger-tips are quivering! 27441|I know what's coming now, dearie, 27441|O, see! I can see the red lips, 27441|Little baby, you _will_ _die_! 27441|I've come to bid you farewell; 27441|My home is far away, 27441|My happy home is far away. 27441|I've come to kiss your lips, baby; 27441|I've come to bring you near, 27441|The happy, happy place is here. 27441|I never met a nobler team than the great red row 27441|Of which I am, who, as I went homeward, rode so fast, 27441|Though no road but those was so surer or so straight. 27441|As home I came, to my very man's ======================================== SAMPLE 49750 ======================================== 3026|My name is Robert Browning. I come from somewhere far away, 3026|You don't know me, do you?" 3026|"I know you," said he. 3026|I don't know why these women always are like this. 3026|The moon was down at the peak 3026|When I was born 3026|With a name not very long. 3026|With an attitude of defiance 3026|I ran up to the top of the hill, 3026|Rung the bell, and set the latch: 3026|"Locks and bolts, quick, some one! 3026|Can you tell me what's in the hole? 3026|You mustn't put me in the cold!"... 3026|"Come along, sweetheart; I've something up my dress--I'll help you in, 3026|You mustn't come any higher! 3026|You can put me in the cold if you dare; 3026|I'm a great distance with the spring. 3026|Don't come any higher, sweetheart. 3026|Don't make me make that noise!" (There was the hole.)... 3026|But she kept quiet, just for the sake of me. 3026|And a little farther up the hill, 3026|When it seemed to have no bottom, 3026|The moon, with a big, sudden shine 3026|Through the dark hole in the stone wall-- 3026|The hole in the stone wall-- 3026|Shone over the sky, until its edges were brown and red. 3026|And I ran up the hill, 3026|And a man who looked like a butcher 3026|Came down the hill at my side. 3026|In the shade of the tree-tramples 3026|He laid his hand on my shoulder, 3026|And a great smile lit up his eyes. 3026|"A little boy who's thirsty, sweetheart-- 3026|Nod your head and hold your hand, 3026|You can get water down the road soon. 3026|Will you, and I, and all who are here; 3026|Don't you, and we don't, and all that are here 3026|Will drink till we are quite drunk, 3026|When they come down on us in the evening sky." 3026|Up, up again, 3026|Up, up, up, 3026|As far as I could see; 3026|And in a little little while 3026|My mother said "Come up, dear!" 3026|As far as I could see. 3026|"Come up, come up to the window, 3026|Come up here, 3026|Closest to the wall to your left 3026|As far as I can see." 3026|"Who's playing?" said I. 3026|_"Why," said the children, "they're all there together-- 3026|Some of them laughing, some of them crying."_ 3026|"Oh, it's just the old dancing game," said the children. 3026|"You know how it's never too late to go out." 3026|They said, "Let's go into the trees and pretend we're going to a picnic." 3026|"Why not? What can it signify?" 3026|I said. 3026|But I don't like to take my eyes off you all the time. 3026|"I tell you what I'll do: I'll climb up a tree." 3026|But I like to have you see what they see--and they don't see much. 3026|"And see, my dear, I can climb up; it's not a very tall tree." 3026|"What, you can?" said my mother. 3026|I said, "Sure; why, then I'll." 3026|"Come along, dear," said the little girl, "we'll pretend like we're going to 3026|And when they said, "Are you going?" 3026|I said, "Yes." 3026|"A splendid affair for our little girl; but it is only to be 3026|And now-- 3026|"A splendid affair?" said the little girl. 3026|Then she climbed up a tree, 3026|With a big black dog between her arms. 3026|"And what are you going to eat?" 3026|"Well--why, only that to ======================================== SAMPLE 49760 ======================================== 4654|The man who in his country's cause 4654|Shall lead one country's sway 4654|From this hour forward. 4654|I ask what to expect from thee, 4654|Thou little son of mine, 4654|What shall befall thee then, or ere, 4654|Or e'er thy father's days be past. 4654|"Thought has made me wiser--old-school tricks 4654|Are all for the best, 4654|Thought, the great master-magician, 4654|Has cast me a new rod. 4654|"Thrice blessed is the little man 4654|Who has never been taught by speech, 4654|The little man who has not made 4654|His own little nursery; 4654|"He's but a man, and needs no books 4654|Who has neither heard by rote 4654|The hoarsely shouted drum; 4654|"The fool of school-bell and of book-- 4654|But, trust me, he's wiser," says he. 4654|To the heart of his soul the war-fraught, 4654|He holds with a steady look 4654|For the first time the good of man 4654|And strives to make what he gives 4654|His fair inheriting. 4654|He's like the river, that, by far as it reaches its source 4654|in the sea, on and on 4654|Doing its very best for its own simple purpose, 4654|but for the people it reaches it too, by a mighty 4654|passion, at the best, a very little reaching. 4654|For the people of the far-off there are a thousand ways 4654|of receiving it: the river of blood, the river of bread 4654|for the poor, the river of fire, the river of air, 4654|the river of the wind, the river of wind, 4654|the river of the sea, the river of light, 4654|the river of life and death, the river of matter, 4654|the river of aether, the river of God, 4654|the river of the spirit, the river of soul. 4654|We of the distant and the dark alone 4654|Can understand the purpose of the river 4654|For that world to which the human heart is a friend. 4654|The people of a long-extended age, 4654|In the bright joy they long to embrace, 4654|With their eyes blinded by the sun and stars, 4654|Cannot look on such an easy-running stream 4654|As the river of life for ever. 4654|But, to thy mind, the river of life 4654|Can be a river of the rich and rare; 4654|The water, in the air, can run in gold or stone, 4654|And in the waterfalls of rivers are found 4654|Things which are not a whit less common, 4654|The things that to the blind and helpless make 4654|A pittance; things that all must buy to win, 4654|But some must struggle for in the end, 4654|The happy, and the brave, the strong, the smart. 4654|The stream is the river soul, which to no other river 4654|Can take its way; but like a spirit, a being deep-blooded 4654|The soul of the river is ever its mission: 4654|To be the source of life and light for each 4654|That in it holds its station. 4654|So, for many years, thy river 4654|Of youth and beauty ran its course 4654|And, to the end, found a well-fed pool 4654|To swim in, a river of noblest mind. 4654|Yet, if that mission which runs through thy being 4654|Yet has a nobler purpose, 4654|And, having made a noble sacrifice, 4654|Might make a deeper pilgrimage, 4654|When from thy river-mouth the people 4654|Had gathered to their heavenly fires, 4654|Thou hadst made a pilgrimage even 4654|To the city of thy birth, 4654|A path unto which, in thy day 4654|The people had come in vain. 4654|So this is all thy glory: 4654|The river of youth, the river of light, 4654|The ======================================== SAMPLE 49770 ======================================== 16059|Símpia, se ofió, 16059|Por verso desdeñ se lo agitan; 16059|Símpia, se me estor, 16059|Por la infeliz diablo, 16059|La Órgan del alma cándida; 16059|Se lo habe un alta vientecida 16059|En un desierto á un desierto, 16059|Siempre ya nacido 16059|Lo que entre entablaste al vientecilla 16059|Y lo que estoy en amargura. 16059|Ya nacido 16059|No puede me traidor, vencedor, 16059|Que no tenga vez, que me traine 16059|Del arco rinde y dejaría; 16059|Lo se guarde en llanto, 16059|¿Por qué vivir es de otro pecho 16059|Su abuela á su furia? 16059|¡Ay! si el alma mía, 16059|Tu vaso de su espíritu creciendo, 16059|Tu desconoca y tu desprecía 16059|Riza de piedad; 16059|Mi poder la muerte 16059|A todos los amantes, 16059|Que me conocido en amarillo, 16059|La muerte y el hombre; 16059|Ved las vidas y leves 16059|Y ves que ya tristes 16059|Como poderoso en amarillo 16059|El más atroz; ya no en ella 16059|Viste en su madre 16059|Por quien tentá repara 16059|El abismo obscuro, 16059|Dando en su furor le carga y mece 16059|Á los que me acercó á otro escuro 16059|Los amores de España. 16059|¡Ántomas, ¡à la muerte! 16059|Que me traine, ¡à la hora! 16059|Me dan decía el suelo 16059|Lo que ya tristes, 16059|¡Acerio! ¡Acerio! ¡à la muerte 16059|Ni el seno direccio 16059|Hasta que son para escuro 16059|Tú, triste y aqueste 16059|Acebo y pesar, 16059|Á que el alma entiermo 16059|De que el hueco primero, 16059|De que mas cuadra 16059|Por eso dedo, 16059|Acerio y pesar; 16059|Que tengo, las aguas fiero 16059|Del amargura, y en su seno 16059|Se miras han se envidia, 16059|Ni el hombre se mira 16059|De que mas cuadra 16059|Por eso dedo. 16059|El gruyen de un tercer y la vida 16059|Á sus trópeles, ¡cuando mis doncellas! 16059|¡Á tragarse Herbatónico! ¡Á tragarse Herbatónico 16059|Del sol, al sol y su molando! ¡Á tragarse Herbatónico 16059|De que no le estaba eterna, 16059|A otra venturose 16059|Los rigos perlas de oro, 16059|Perlas, y en los pies se esplendieron, 16059|Y en los pies se hablará por los pies de estos cantos, 16059|Vino de éstos yas gruyen; 16059|¡Aquí está triste hasta y hora! ¡Aquí está triste hasta 16059|En el rigo de la tierra! 16059|¿Qué voz, miro ahorre y basta 16059|¡Miro al zafir del mundo, 16059|¡Miro al néstar y alto insana! 16 ======================================== SAMPLE 49780 ======================================== 2294|Where the sun, when day is done, can shine the better. 2294|Wherever the roadway is wet 2294|And the day is done 2294|And the traveller may dream of shade 2294|Or his bed 2294|'Neath the eaves, 2294|With a horse-chest on him, 2294|The traveller comforts him- 2294|'Neath the eaves, 2294|Where the wind blows on 2294|Of the road that's wet, 2294|Weeps for him 2294|Of the road that's damp 2294|And the sun, when day is done, can shine the better. 2294|Wherever the path turns 2294|And the wind, when day is done, 2294|Smiles to take 2294|The traveller's place 2294|They are fair, 2294|And sweet, 2294|And the sun, when day is done, can shine the better. 2294|He who dreams to live 2294|And work with men 2294|Hath a wife; 2294|Who, in her face, 2294|Tells her dreams to men, 2294|Is the goodliest wife 2294|That ever smiled. 2294|She can talk 2294|The talk of women 2294|Is an art 2294|Of the brain 2294|That no man might teach. 2294|The soft voice 2294|She can wear, 2294|And make 2294|Of a curl 2294|When we meet, her own, 2294|With the breath of her 2294|In the words we say, 2294|Her voice-thrill 2294|When we kiss 2294|Is a music 2294|That has power 2294|To hold 2294|In tune 2294|The soul of grief. 2294|No voice can please 2294|Or teach, 2294|But only she 2294|Can speak 2294|How love works in heaven. 2294|So she that's the wife 2294|Of a man 2294|And he makes 2294|Of her soul 2294|All the music of his, 2294|Has the goodliest heart 2294|That ever smiled. 2294|A little white girl of five, 2294|She walked to her work at night, 2294|At the turn of the road, it may be. 2294|And sitting down at her father's side, 2294|She heard her mother calling so; 2294|And then came the call of her dreams, 2294|At the turn of the road to home; 2294|And she heard her father crying. 2294|Says that little white girl unto her mother: "When 2294|I come in my golden wedding dress, 2294|And you are sad in your white gown's trim, 2294|I'll cry with you, you old gray-headed man, 2294|For all of their joys of the time of mine 2294|Are coming with me back from the sea; 2294|And the sun will shine in my wedding, darling. 2294|And a stranger will bring to me home 2294|To be with my child in the night when I 2294|Hear her voice and know her face, 2294|And all my own and every woman's pride 2294|When the great waves thunder, 2294|And the storm of the sea 2294|Swung on his little white horse, O! 2294|It is hard when the sea is at sea 2294|And the wind is wild as the seas, 2294|And the cliffs rise high above the sky 2294|When the wind is on the sea. 2294|But harder by the white-sand shore 2294|On that little white horse, O! 2294|Till the sun and the stars come forth 2294|And cry, "Ho! ho! ho!" 2294|Or the wind and wind begin to cry 2294|Of a love-song between two men, 2294|When the land-waves roar, 2294|And the waves the shore-land rise 2294|To kiss each other, and cry, "Good-by, 2294|Good-by, good-by-bye"-- 2294|Then the wind is in the sails, the ships 2294|Carry them home, ======================================== SAMPLE 49790 ======================================== 19221|O, who had e'er thought the woeful day so bright, 19221|O, who had e'er thought the woeful day so bright? 19221|The sun's at ebb, at midday quite dreary, 19221|The moon is up, but not a cloud to light him: 19221|O, who had e'er thought the woeful day so bright? 19221|The night is on her horrid journey, 19221|The dead lie buried in the churchyard; 19221|And pale lies he that once lent his aid 19221|When we were hurrying onward hastily; 19221|O, who had e'er thought the woeful day so bright? 19221|The moon's up, but not a cloud to light her, 19221|And the sun's up, but not a year to woo her: 19221|But let her go, and we will meet again 19221|Where the night grows cold, where the night is stilly. 19221|We'll ask not to see the night go by 19221|We'll seek not for her disconsolate: 19221|We'll seek not for the starless sky behind, 19221|Nor for the star that fades before her eyelids, 19221|Nor for her soul whose gloom consumes afar, 19221|Away, away, thou silent night of sorrow! 19221|Beneath the black sky of despair and anguish, 19221|The mists that rise on cloudless summer nights, 19221|The bells that toll in the still evening hours, 19221|The dew still falling, and the wind on the pea, 19221|My heart will die away, away, away, 19221|And I lie down and die! 19221|O night that did best | know thee well, 19221|I'm glad I was born; thou gav'st me 19221|The first gift of thy blue eyes! 19221|And thou, my pretty nightingale, 19221|Dost much delight me still, 19221|For I'm a faithful creature still, 19221|And call thee my pretty nightingale! 19221|As I went down the burning street 19221|Ere I could call up fears, 19221|Some one stopped me with her voice--"Stay!" 19221|Some one stopped me with her looks--"Go away!" 19221|"But look, look," she said, "O look, at me, 19221|And look, look at me well!" 19221|As I went down the burning street 19221|Ere I could call up fears, 19221|Some one stopped me with her voice--"Stay!" 19221|I'll look in your eyes, you sweet one; 19221|I'll look in your dewy eyes, 19221|While I go down the burning street, 19221|Ere I can call up fears. 19221|You are so pretty, I could drink 19221|All the wine in my cup, 19221|And you would smile upon me, as sweet 19221|As when you were pretty yesterday. 19221|You are so pretty, I will lie 19221|In your lap, and you would toss me 19221|Till my very heart was fluttering; 19221|O, my love, O, my love, I know, 19221|_If you but kissed me_, _you'd kiss me back!_ 19221|Ere the year was out, my love, 19221|I would kiss you clean, 19221|If you were as pretty as you seem 19221|Ere the day began. 19221|Ere the year was out, my love, 19221|I would kiss you clean, 19221|And you wouldn't mind it very much, 19221|For the night would make it brief. 19221|Love, what can ail the Spring? 19221|Spring's begun to blow 19221|And, O, how clear, 19221|The clouds on the hill are all gone, 19221|And mirksome day is fled, 19221|Since you and I were wont to say, 19221|You and I were friends. 19221|Spring's begun to blow, O, how clear! 19221|And we will talk of you 19221|When we're old knit closer then, 19221|As thick as the velvets on the floor 19221|The flowers on the ======================================== SAMPLE 49800 ======================================== 1304|There I stood when those three maids of my love 1304|Began my song, 'O thou, mine own, mine own!' 1304|My soul grew soft, I felt myself grown wise; 1304|And now in you alone I live and love. 1304|O! may the bitterness of life never pass 1304|Beyond the reach of your dear spirit's hope! 1304|You would not hear my lute, or listen to my song, 1304|Nor by your gentle love in your tender eyes, 1304|Or in your voice, or in your light walk on the waves. 1304|To-day when in the garden, 1304|While summer shines and soft rains, 1304|You are busy with your changing flowers, 1304|Or gathering from the lily bed 1304|What each new power has to make 1304|A glorious bed for you; 1304|Go on, go on, while I sing 1304|How, in the early hours of spring, 1304|I came in the pride of youth 1304|And, as a friend, a joy to both, 1304|With vases and with gems to deck, 1304|And tuneful cups to cheer my mouth, 1304|For you; and when I had embrowned 1304|My face with flowers, your looks 1304|Would come between and touch my cheek, 1304|And leave the light before my eyes, 1304|And make my mind the happier for 1304|The little love you bore me. 1304|You never ask for gold to buy me 1304|A palace or a train of love, 1304|But in my garden where they thrive 1304|And spread their glossy wings, 1304|You will delight to find a flower 1304|Of my own manual violets. 1304|And you may think, if you would find 1304|A lasting kiss for me, 1304|To buy these with my own life blood 1304|Would be the meanest sacrifice. 1304|But I shall take and give you more 1304|When you have lost yourself in me, 1304|And all your joy and ease, 1304|Your mirth and love of life, 1304|To live for hours and hours, 1304|In a world of hearts and love. 1304|THERE was once a day when I was poor, 1304|Sick and poor, as you are now, 1304|Passing the dusty, narrow streets, 1304|Where once, in shining shops, 1304|Came quickly in a bales of treasure 1304|My little wealth of youth. 1304|But I was rich, I swear, in thought; 1304|For, in that golden time, 1304|When all was rich and all was gold, 1304|I saw a golden sky. 1304|A million lamps of glory gleamed 1304|Around my palace roof: 1304|In those young days of golden dreams 1304|I walked with thousand brides! 1304|And ever as they lit my feet, 1304|My heart with tender words 1304|Was touched, and, lo! I was a queen, 1304|A king supreme in song! 1304|Ah me, that golden time was gay! 1304|My eyes were opened then, 1304|I raised my eyes, I raised my head, 1304|And gave the whole world kiss! 1304|I was a king, forsooth! In truth, 1304|And in my heart I thought so. 1304|I left the little weal I was born in, 1304|And, like a true king, I found renown. 1304|And now so full of life, my voice 1304|Is heard far round, the whole world knows 1304|That I'm rich, and that my heart is young, 1304|And that my feet are proud. 1304|I WALKED down to the wood, 1304|When the lark is in the skies, 1304|When the bees are out among the flowers, 1304|And the sun shines on the hill; 1304|The moon was shining brightly there, 1304|And in her place I found. 1304|To the wood I went; 1304|A tree was nodding there, 1304|And the bee was in the blossom there, 1304|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 49810 ======================================== I cannot hear, 32373|I cannot see, 32373|Though ten attempts 32373|Have told my soul in every tone 32373|How you did please, 32373|And so I cannot die, 32373|Though you love me. 32373|Now it is too late 32373|To turn my fancy back; 32373|You have forgot, 32373|Oh! sweet, how you do wrong 32373|When you do wrong me. 32373|When I think of you, it is less 32373|Than my heart thought so; 32373|And if it still do wrong, 'tis little 32373|That I fear. 32373|At night I lie in bed; 32373|To think of what you were 32373|It seems full sad; 32373|And while white nights are by, 32373|I lie in bed. 32373|I hear you at my window 32373|/Tearing the tapers out; 32373|And thinking of the good queen 32373|That loved her artful flame: 32373|Would God that I were afraid! 32373|Could I be less than I have been 32373|I have not sought to please you-- 32373|My love is less than that. 32373|Though the world do seem small 32373|Since you left me, 32373|And the thing of it seem small; 32373|That art thou,-- 32373|O thou half-born, that thought 32373|To think, forsooth, 32373|To think upon, and live 32373|Unmixed with it, and be 32373|Matched with it still? 32373|Or did I not perceive 32373|This might be; that this 32373|Could be; that I, 32373|Though I knew it not, could feel 32373|Thought that it was so? 32373|To feel what she has been, 32373|And to love what she is, 32373|And to be what she is, 32373|That is but well; 32373|That is no strange thing. 32373|That well may be--I know 32373|This now, that knows 32373|No longer; but this thing, 32373|The most mysterious, first, 32373|Most mysterious of all 32373|Is this--that if that chance 32373|Of her could be, or yours, 32373|Then each should be; each thus 32373|Should be the other. 32373|Yet there's no such thing: nay, 32373|I say unto you, 32373|That if one chose to shine 32373|In that unmurmur'd light, 32373|You but would smile to see 32373|His face, though your own were 32373|More bright than he. 32373|But that 'twere better, that there 32373|You have her thus, and she 32373|Thus you have him; then all 32373|One heart and eye and heat 32373|And breathing may. 32373|'Tis good to see her face 32373|Again; to feel how fair 32373|Her little limbs are done 32373|In every limb and segment: 32373|And then her eyes are fair 32373|Thus from their depths to seek 32373|Some favour of the sun 32373|To which she bids us go 32373|To where that youth might shelter 32373|And be sweet to her, she 32373|The self-same thing 32373|Who fled you long ago. 32373|I 'm a bird of song, 32373|A butterfly of joy; 32373|Long have I been happy, 32373|And now am sad again; 32373|My heart's mate sigh'd and left me, 32373|And I sought in vain. 32373|My true Love hath come back, 32373|But how could I forget 32373|Her whom the world loved so? 32373|I could not, would not, miss her, 32373|Though I had a layiny! 32373|But she 's away upon a trip, 32373|With a 'prentice fair and tall; 32373|And I wander up and down, 32373|And weep that I may not see her. 32373|I cannot see her eyes like stars, 32373|Those beaming orbs of hers ======================================== SAMPLE 49820 ======================================== Away! Away, away, 23972|I'll not go on board, in spite of clatter and boom! 23972|I'm not as strong as you, 23972|It's plain that I could stand 23972|A few hundred of your weight. 23972|Not a single man that's up since I've been ashore! 23972|I'm a very tall man. 23972|I'm not the strongest; 23972|But, whatever's the use of it, 23972|I'm sure that I'd be beaten at cards at least--if I were a man! 23972|I'm not the tallest: 23972|It's nothing to you; 23972|But, whatever's the use of it, 23972|I'm sure that I'd be beaten at cards at least--if I were a man! 23972|I'm not as big as you, 23972|But nothing's a strength to me-- 23972|I'm not so pretty and slim. 23972|If I were a woman, 23972|I'd want a man that's strong, and a man that's beautiful. 23972|I'll fight them all day long, 23972|For you, for my friends, 23972|But I've no patience with chivalry-- 23972|It doesn't do you good; 23972|It's nothing to you; 23972|Nothing to you; 23972|Nothing to you-- 23972|Just forget you ever spoke it. 23972|If I were a woman, 23972|I'd go and seek him by his picture hung up in the wall, 23972|When the men are talking, 23972|And the girls are walking; 23972|I'd let him look at the picture. 23972|If a man should go and greet me, 23972|And I think of all this; 23972|If I did, I think he'd start back, always staring at me-- 23972|He'd look at me with no intention of seeming to speak! 23972|We're all the same in a way, 23972|No doubt about that; 23972|We're all, though we differ in our station. 23972|We all were made for a purpose, 23972|In a way. 23972|Now that its meaning's plain, 23972|We may be different. 23972|I wish I was a girl again! I used to be on the lass, 23972|I used to be a girl! 23972|I used to be a lass, too, 23972|So jaunty and daft; 23972|But a devil a dose 23972|Of fun I've had with my girl! 23972|As winds may waft love at a breath 23972|From one low hill to the last; 23972|So a kiss or a friendly touch 23972|Could so soon grow to a feast! 23972|I used to be a girl! 23972|I'll try to be a girl! 23972|It may or may not be better: 23972|I want a place that's clean, 23972|If it is meant to be mine, 23972|I shall be all my dear 23972|If it's meant to be mine! 23972|I don't care what the girl says-- 23972|I might like to be her lover: 23972|If it suits me--I am content; 23972|If not,--then I am a boy again. 23972|When all is said, I have no thought of parting, but when I could 23972|I see the last of you, who love to see its dusky crimson stain. 23972|My dreams of you are never more than a shade, a mist of nothingness. 23972|You never are on the same page with me, your dreams have no relation 23972|I am tired, you are the favorite of the afternoon-- 23972|It's a trifle hard to say of one can't agree with the other. 23972|I am like to think you are a lover, you at the very least, 23972|But if I say so, it is with truth. When one's on a high, 23972|And knows his true love _is_, there would appear to be less fault 23972|In saying one is in love with me, knowing your true dear-- 23972|You know the kind I mean--you know, the kind you are. 23972|You ======================================== SAMPLE 49830 ======================================== 17393|And not to tell a tale to please his wife. 17393|What did I say? No doubt she _could_ not love me, 17393|Since I have known her love, and know her fault, 17393|And not to hint, or show my anger, or her. 17393|Now that this is over, here's the end of dinner.-- 17393|You understand? or nothing? I have done. 17393|I'll go. I thought I did. I thought you showed 17393|The very same wild contempt for me 17393|As in the other scenes? if so, well-- 17393|To save yourself, I did not touch your heart 17393|So thoroughly--or else I should have been 17393|More generous; for no one will suppose 17393|I should begin to tell my story now. 17393|In all the rest--and here we are at last-- 17393|Have you not seen the long-ago marriage, 17393|The mother-in-law? what is she doing? 17393|A servant to another; I'm the man!-- 17393|What do we want? who goes?--and why this haste?-- 17393|We've had a talk about this other man-- 17393|(Well, the child was hers, and all that may be; 17393|But I've a claim to tell you, sir or madam, 17393|As good a claim as any to-day, sir.) 17393|It's all at last. I can't go now, sir. 17393|The carriage waits--and that's the end of dinner. 17393|Good-night!--The door. Is she asleep? I'll open it 17393|As soon as she awakes. Good-night!--good-night!-- 17393|Good-night!--I said. So soon? And what will I say 17393|Before you lay your head upon my shoulder? 17393|How many hours have I been toiling here? 17393|Or how much longer?--and you? I've been here 17393|Three months, three months. . . . I've a good claim to make, 17393|And yet . . . suppose this chance should happen again? 17393|To hear the child's first cry! 17393|This very night 17393|I'll tell you something, 17393|And not the story you are going to hear. 17393|When I arrived at last the man was dead. 17393|A tall young man, not the best of faces. 17393|He looked like an Englishman in his youth. 17393|The child was looking on him kindly: 17393|I saw some red roses, which the mother puts 17393|Upon her husband's grave. The priest was there, 17393|And she, my friend, with her pale face folded, 17393|And silent, as in prayer. The mother stood 17393|A moment in rapt amaze; then raised her eyes 17393|And in her voice a voice you'd catch from a cloud 17393|Unseen before it floats to earth's end: 17393|'Yes. I know it. It's the baby! Oh, God, 17393|I cannot die in yon street such a sight. 17393|I've had a bitter week, as this poor thing grows 17393|More and more like me. Now, sir, see the man. 17393|This is the man who saved him. Go and tell him 17393|To leave off wasting what I cannot spend; 17393|To save his soul and make it a little wealth; 17393|Of all the people, him alone to love. 17393|O God, how sweet and clear it is to die, 17393|To die, then to lie down in my own bed 17393|And make such simple, innocent a death, 17393|We could not even do it hurtling stones 17393|Would spare our eyes and ears. Why, I've lived my life, 17393|And now I go in God's mercy, good-- 17393|I die of all pain but God! . . . God's pleasure. 17393|My child, do you remember how the night 17393|And the way I died began, and not in vain? 17393|Why, in that room above our bed together, 17393|I watched my baby, and his tiny face 17 ======================================== SAMPLE 49840 ======================================== 30332|With many a sign, and many a word, 30332|But at the last they came unto the town 30332|And saw it burning, and the torches 30332|Gleaming in the eyes of men, and men 30332|Crying out, "God save King Marsilius 30332|And the Grecians, O King Apollo! 30332|Behold Thy servant, O my father." 30332|But when they went to the next house, 30332|They yet no more the image saw, 30332|Thenceforth they sought another man, 30332|Who in a far and lonely field did stand 30332|Praying, kneeling, singing, as he passed, 30332|For the King who had been absent thence, 30332|And now in tears his lips did make, 30332|Seeing how Marsilius had come home 30332|From the dreadful fight of the sea. Thereon 30332|They prayed that he might yet at last return, 30332|Till to the last the sun might set 30332|And the stars have disappeared from heaven. 30332|Then one said, "In God's name, be gone to 30332|Afar lands, where we would pray for thee, 30332|Afar lands, till we come unto Thee! 30332|Alas! the King has been elsewhere." 30332|Therewith another kneeled; and lo, 30332|Upon that very morn of days 30332|The King's head had beheld a gleam, 30332|As if the very gates of Rome 30332|Were opened down, and a great throng 30332|Of people, men and women, came 30332|To crown a Roman Festival, and pass 30332|Through a wide way with songs and shouts 30332|Among the pyres. And even so 30332|Ere the night had gone away, the King 30332|Rose up without a flutter of fluttering, 30332|And, kneeling, prayed that he might yet come 30332|To the last house among which he stood, 30332|And that his soul might find again 30332|The strength it used to know to-day 30332|Than when at sixteen years old, and just 30332|In the first summer of a growing season, 30332|He set sail for the far-off isles 30332|That crowned with foam the River Tyrian, 30332|And came unto his own again. 30332|But still for the King of Heaven had he 30332|A great procession to and fro, 30332|And a mighty feast to share with men, 30332|That were to be all servants now and sons, 30332|By day and night. And one sad day, 30332|As he and his fair daughter through the city went, 30332|There was a great plague of frogs 30332|Which chid their faces in the dark street, 30332|And to the chimneys, through the roof 30332|In an eddy came and cloven tree, 30332|And the low leaves fell, and their heads 30332|Were bent and white, and it was glad 30332|When the King of days made that sound. 30332|And over all the streets the night 30332|Lay covered up, for it was so wan; 30332|But in the city, bright and clear, 30332|The sun would rise and shine for them 30332|And keep time unto their feet. 30332|Long and long that plague went on, 30332|And many and many a weary King 30332|For a time was sad at heart 30332|When he looked in vain for the Queen; 30332|Nor could the house of Venus let him 30332|Come home again, though he would borrow 30332|His golden rings, and ask that of her, 30332|But that she thought her hair was gold, 30332|And that to take her life were a sin, 30332|And her hand-in-hand love was foul, 30332|Therefore those lily hands made sign 30332|Of no goodly sacrifice, 30332|Nor for the King who had been absent 30332|In some far-away far-land 30332|Where women were so little seen 30332|That they could scarcely be found, 30332|Which he at last should see again, 30332|And see her face once more, if once 30332|He ======================================== SAMPLE 49850 ======================================== 24679|And wailings mad, that never were o’erpast? 24679|Or, in a world of darkness, or of cold? 24679|For, as of old, for days, so now of love 24679|There’s nothing to compare, I hold thee mine? 24679|I love thee, love thee, sweet; I worship thee, 24679|Though love should deem thee false, and hate me. 24679|If we forget thee yet, if even we 24679|Nor deem thee false nor hate us, then again 24679|I know thee mine, though false thy hue to me! 24679|Now, little one, I love thee, love thee,-- 24679|Thou in the darkness I see, 24679|Yet my love is in thy heart too, 24679|And mine too the world thou hast. 24679|For the night is near, and darkness brings 24679|A little joy to-night; 24679|I love thee, love thee, sweet; and the hours 24679|That seem too long to spend 24679|Shall never grow weary, dear, of being 24679|A part of thee, I swear.” 24679|But ere the night her shadows fell 24679|The little maid awoke, 24679|And, waking, to her mother spoke, 24679|And all was hushed again; 24679|And when she came, the morning shone 24679|And bade her greet her dear; 24679|And when the midnight found her there 24679|Still wanly clad, she lay 24679|Under the stars; and all around 24679|All night a silence lay. 24679|“But I had dreamed of all the days that were, 24679|With all their beauty and joy, 24679|Of all great hopes, and hopes to be, 24679|And dreams so strange to die.” 24679|She closed her eyes for very fear 24679|When they awoke to light, 24679|“Ah, cruel earth, that made me dream, 24679|Ah, cruel earth, why didst thou make 24679|A light for dreams so sweet?” 24679|She opened them, and they seemed less fair 24679|Than a small flower that wakes 24679|Upon an autumn hill to greet 24679|The bird that wakes the flower. 24679|“But that we ’neath the shadow lay 24679|In that sad summer night; 24679|And I, I dreamed that I looked beyond 24679|In my bright child-world, bright; 24679|While she dreamed that she gazed beyond 24679|Her lovely child-land sweet. 24679|“We are not so much changed, I think 24679|With that dear past year; 24679|Tho’ cares and griefs which are to be, 24679|Are always so to be.” 24679|“And I shall love her again to-night, 24679|And take her kindly hand, 24679|And all the beauty of her face 24679|And all the joy her life!” 24679|But ah, when from the world apart 24679|The dawn’s first glow came far, 24679|I knew how vain were our wishes then 24679|Had we to live for dreams that were. 24679|“A night,” he said, “and I in love 24679|With a strange lady sad; 24679|And a long time and a weary time 24679|Lulled the dream that was too deep.” 24679|I will not, wilt thou, be so poor 24679|To greet her when I see? 24679|I will not, wilt thou, think of all 24679|The beauty that I miss; 24679|But stand by her, and with her, and wait, 24679|And wait for her, sweet one! 24679|I will not, wilt thou, seek thy rest 24679|Far apart from men, 24679|To give my care, in cold, loud sorrow, 24679|To one who loves thee best, 24679|As she is loved by every creature 24679|Who lives, and cannot know.” 24679|Then he was gone. I saw that night 24679|His light was fled. 24679|The sweet, strange maiden of the ======================================== SAMPLE 49860 ======================================== 27195|We ginsa talkin' o' love and you, 27195|You an' I jine here wi' laughter and fun. 27195|I don't see't no mite to ketch me, 27195|An' my eyes will never see you again. 27195|An' when we're gwineter sailin' away, 27195|The moun' an' the weather we'll look at you still. 27195|We'll see ya'e back mear' an' see't at' all, 27195|An' 'specthorbooon tell--you an' I-- 27195|There ain't no man will mak a prettier miss. 27195|It's "Gin ye're good enough to marry," 27195|We'll hav' a jompin' o' fun a-wine. 27195|Oh, I love yer baby, sweet, 27195|As I've ha' loved 'em all my life; 27195|An' me believe it, I can count 27195|My love an' mine in a big seven. 27195|But a' the fun we 'spect stayin' there, 27195|When the mornin' an' the day is through, 27195|An' all these miles o' 'dup an' wood 27195|We 'spect git back to our dear' at last. 27195|There ain't no words fer me or you 27195|To jist tell yer heart I love you much; 27195|'T would tear 'em down, an' a' that, 27195|An' they'd all gie up their shakers too. 27195|But I jist love yer baby sweet, 27195|As you 've loved me sweet as me. 27195|My little darling dear, 27195|How 'think ye feel to play 27195|'Round the hearth an' think upon 27195|Just 'way yer mammy gimme 27195|'Stead o' warmth, or ever it be 27195|That yer mammy gimme you a crust. 27195|An' I wants to tell yer, too, 27195|That it seems to me you 're gay; 27195|For you seem to 've got 'bout all I, 27195|But the 'ggest thing 's yer little mouth. 27195|Oh, it suits your baby's age, 27195|Sits you on 'is back an' smiles; 27195|An' the fairest things you see 27195|Is the mouth, it seems to say, 27195|As you 'd watch the clock an' tell 27195|Some tale o' baby's birth. 27195|Oh, baby, baby, take my hand! 27195|All the night long 'twill be May, 27195|I'll make you merry all the day, 27195|As you sleep and dream o' May. 27195|Mother, don't you feel the chill? 27195|I've only been away three hours. 27195|Mother, the coal is burning cold. 27195|Mother, the chimney smells so bad. 27195|Mother, I'm afraid I'll die. 27195|I don't believe that, baby dear, 27195|The coal is burning cold. 27195|Mother, the chimney smells so weird! 27195|I think a thing has interfered with the fire. 27195|Mother, the fire is too fierce. 27195|Now bring the water for the stove, 27195|You will keep it nice and warm. 27195|But darling, keep still for awhile, 27195|When you see the great church door, 27195|And watch the clock, 27195|Afoot at night 27195|Mother says the moon is wan. 27195|Mother says the church it's very dark. 27195|Mother says the candle's out. 27195|Mother says the girl and the moon 27195|May take a little rest. 27195|Barefoot, we've been standing here all day, 27195|Skipping about at baby's feet, 27195|Playing with dolls, singing silly rhymes, 27195|Playing "Fanta," kicking ball all night, 27195|Till every one is all awake. 27195|Mother says it's very nice, 27195|But I'm afraid, just like dad, ======================================== SAMPLE 49870 ======================================== 38520|With a soul for truth as strong as fire or water, 38520|That had once the gift of speech that only men possess, 38520|But did not think a minute's motion could spoil a poem. 38520|For, as long as he could lift his head from out the soil, 38520|The sun-god never left his side that plumed his brow, 38520|But o'er the land and ocean brought his lightning's glance, 38520|And the sea-line's bulk, and earth's great, universal bulk, 38520|When Nature was, and when she was not at all, 38520|Was bright with a glory half as dazzling rare 38520|As the pure gleam of that light upon a glass. 38520|He had made his mind a shrine of faith, and there 38520|The angels, all the hosts of God, do daily pass 38520|To and fro upon his brow and bless his forehead 38520|With the name of Him who dwelleth in the world, 38520|And His kind presence and His kind rebuke. 38520|Nor knows he the world that he shall never see,-- 38520|The glory of man's dominion and the sway 38520|Of nations, if man's foolish heart conceive the thing: 38520|He hath never been a King:--but who will make 38520|The crowns and crowns of Kings when such as we are? 38520|The crowns and the crowns are the handsomest things: 38520|But one man's glory and one man's privilege 38520|Is another man's destruction. They are two kingdoms,-- 38520|As God there is no one greater than he. 38520|He heard the voices, as in the air they rose; 38520|He heard, I tell you, the whispering of their ways; 38520|He saw the great hands of God upon his throne, 38520|The shadow of their justice,--and His light fell. 38520|He saw his own shadow: then the voice said, 38520|'Listen to my counsel. When the hour shall come 38520|That I shall go before my brethren on my quest, 38520|And they shall see me come, so that they heed me, 38520|What should they do? But I shall come, O Lord; 38520|I shall follow after, and you may not flee; 38520|And, in so far as I can, you shall take me! 38520|"'And, in so far as I can, you shall keep me; 38520|So, when all these are fulfilled, and you hold me, 38520|You shall take me, that I may be your own sharer, 38520|And you shall lead me in your presence to your heart, 38520|I know but one, for only one God I love.' 38520|"I answered--O my brethren! brothers are ye; 38520|My heart is with you, I speak to you with you, 38520|I am your brother, and all this is mine. 38520|As unto this same world God gives his name, 38520|So life gives it back. I know that all things live; 38520|Of death I am the third, and in the same light 38520|The first two lie; and then, when I am dead, 38520|Ye shall return, and I shall look on your faces, 38520|My children, and my wife, and all my household; 38520|And ye shall think that I am here, as ye think; 38520|And I, like to the first, shall be a man, 38520|A king, a prophet, and a prophet's son, 38520|And live to see the coming of His hour, 38520|Or even, all these men, and, behold, I stand, 38520|The son of the eternal Father's son." 38520|He spoke, and with the voice of Peter's son, 38520|The sound of his words echoed round about, 38520|"I tell you this in faith of our descent, 38520|That all the glory ye have made ye lose; 38520|And even our death, if it be such a thing, 38520|But at the hands of our most mighty foes." 38520|So said, so done. A little while he stood; 38520|And then, as the cloud of night began to close, 38520|And the fair earth to look more like a throne, 38520 ======================================== SAMPLE 49880 ======================================== 28591|How soon the last of pleasure departed; 28591|For the soft caress, 28591|The gentle kiss 28591|That brings the world to its own dark death, 28591|So soon, so very soon will be departed. 28591|When all the pleasant and the pleasant 28591|Are turned into the hard, 28591|And the sweet all into the bitter, 28591|And the true into the counterfeit; 28591|When the bright o'er the sweet is overcast, 28591|And all the past into the future seems ill, 28591|How shall we grieve, 28591|With thoughts impeached from the will divine, 28591|To think the whole thing o'er? 28591|Not one of us three, not even one. 28591|Not one of us three, 28591|Though life and I be one, 28591|And joy be, then, the only answer to grief. 28591|Not one of us three, not even one. 28591|Life can have an answer no mortal can guess. 28591|Oh! would I were with one to ask, 28591|Who would not grieve to know. 28591|No; why should I be gladder? 28591|Why let gladness die? 28591|What is great life? is it to know 28591|Why grief should make me sadder? 28591|Life is not made for grief.-- 28591|Life is not made for happiness, 28591|Nor ever seemed. 28591|Life is not made for wealth, nor yet 28591|For pleasure;--why should I mourn? 28591|What though I am good and happy, 28591|Though God be true and just? 28591|What though he give me all the joy 28591|And comfort that he knows? 28591|Let not me seem proud, though heaven be nigh, 28591|To heaven and him I give. 28591|I was not proud, but just a bit; 28591|But I must wear the crown 28591|Which a little child should wear 28591|Who has done something great. 28591|I am but half a man; no more 28591|My strength is sure and well: 28591|I will not seek to be the whole 28591|Will of my life with it. 28591|I know that in this life of ours 28591|'Tis only love is real, 28591|And, looking backward, life remains 28591|A simple game of cards. 28591|My hopes on all things that we share 28591|To-day are not to-morrow's sight. 28591|That the dark things of our lives be bright 28591|In the hope of that we keep. 28591|I can say that God, to lead me on, 28591|Has given his love for light; 28591|The heart's deep things are ever near: 28591|God is at hand, I think. 28591|All that I want but life and love, 28591|And health, and wealth, and peace; 28591|A little, joyous life to me 28591|And the rest I cannot see: 28591|This, this I ask, this I pray, 28591|And ask again to hold 28591|All that I want in prayer, and seek 28591|That God will lead me on. 28591|This I ask, this I strive to show, 28591|Though doubt come doubting still: 28591|If man's life be dark, yet he 28591|Might know his soul was bright; 28591|And if a man's soul is dark, 28591|'Tis but a by-product 28591|Of man's heart's darkness and care 28591|That we might better know. 28591|The old are white and strong, 28591|The young are gay. 28591|If you could only see 28591|The joy and pride 28591|That are in all of us 28591|To make life good. 28591|I want not fame nor honor 28591|Or wealth to wear; 28591|'Tis only joy to know 28591|How life can be 28591|With all its grief, and care, and woe 28591|So sweet to share. 28591|It is but to be good 28591|To those who care 28591|That I am willing, ======================================== SAMPLE 49890 ======================================== 16452|And then, to meet no hostile eyes, I sought 16452|Goddess of the golden bow. She, swift 16452|As Vulcan when his lightning smites the ground, 16452|Paced thro' the ranks, with all the force she might. 16452|She, with her lovely arms entwining me, 16452|The manly form of valiant Hector fought. 16452|Then, in his turn, Apollo, who no more 16452|In fight is, left me to fight forlorn, 16452|And me the daughter of old Ilus woo'd. 16452|Weep ye no more then, nor by vain words speak. 16452|For Jove hath heard them, and is glad; the Greeks 16452|Have sought their city and their city's queen. 16452|Go then, and the Achaean host with this 16452|Assist, ere long shall tell their chiefs divine 16452|Of Hector, who hath borne Troy to ruin, 16452|And of Achaia's battle-biding sons 16452|Unutterable shame, by our own hands 16452|Beset at length. Let them not, in this troublous hour, 16452|In the last fight escape the dread of fate. 16452|He said, and in the van the Grecians drove. 16452|As in the spring the ruddy grapes before 16452|The beeves, when all the hills have past with summer, 16452|So when the winds, from off the groaning bark, 16452|With sudden and deafening gales awaken, 16452|Smooth roll the waters, and with gentle lull 16452|Pour from the streamlets, which their billows down 16452|O'er the briny wave conspire. So when the breeze 16452|And spray of all the winds which blows abroad 16452|The seas, suddenly all the winds conspired, 16452|And the tempest came, and blew, and fell the clouds. 16452|There, also, by the Trojan captains turn'd 16452|To flight, all Troy's commanders in the van 16452|Of battle, on the plain, and all were bent 16452|Victorious, and a glad report, arose 16452|That their valiant brethren were the first to fall. 16452|But when, with shouts of victory o'er us all, 16452|The sounding darts from Jove the Aegia sound'd, 16452|And loud the tumult of the Trojans' breast 16452|Spread to the wind, and the Achaians fled, 16452|Then, in the front, Antenor, fearless there, 16452|The son of noble Priam, to the van, 16452|Stood forth, and, as he took his stand, thus cried. 16452|Forbear; thy spear is sharp. The hour draws nigh, 16452|Which thou must bear. Meantime, if any god, 16452|Or man, with whom thou mightest contend, 16452|Draw thee to yonder plain, to meet the Greeks 16452|In single fight, now that his strength declines, 16452|Let him stand forth, and, not from dread of death, 16452|Withstood not with his body to engage 16452|The Trojans; there, in battle with his brother, 16452|Let him, though by Achilles' arm subdued, 16452|Forget the aid of Ilium, and fly the field. 16452|So saying, he placed his spear, and arm'd his steeds 16452|Against the warlike sons of Greece, yet none 16452|Of all our host shall thus escape his aim. 16452|Nor yet would I the Grecians in the van 16452|Assume that place, by Hector held not safe, 16452|Till he had smitten some part of them, and slain 16452|A great number. But Achilles, first, 16452|Hearing his words, his noble steeds unbound, 16452|And bade his army, with the same intent, 16452|Prepare a grand assault to seize the towers. 16452|He spake; the rest, obedient to his voice, 16452|Unfolded their ensigns, with their glittering shields 16452|And helm of brass with panoply supplied, 16452|And, when the Trojans, starting, turn'd again 16452|To where they stood, or ======================================== SAMPLE 49900 ======================================== 11689|_He went the way of all mankind, 11689|Till there came a little child, 11689|And laid its head upon his knee._ 11689|He goes, he goes a little ways 11689|When he has done or said aught, 11689|From out the dark to leave forlorn 11689|A smile, a word of greeting. 11689|But here I stand, and I could stand 11689|If I could only know 11689|An old familiar face again, 11689|To turn my sorrow to gladness. 11689|A little child, I hear it say, 11689|Comes with its little voice to me; 11689|And, oh, I see so very well 11689|The way that my heart goes there! 11689|When we are long-legged, we are weary looking; 11689|And when we are short we are rambling. 11689|Our legs go askew with the weight of their load; 11689|And when we turn we are as witless as we 11689|Who turn the earth about in their turn. 11689|When we grow grey, we are but like to a lamb; 11689|And when we grow old, we are but like to a gray rat. 11689|We cannot tell the date of the present. 11689|We can but guess at some things--to be in tune 11689|And to be heard, and to be heard one and all, 11689|At once with the music that is in the sky. 11689|And so we are in tune, and are heard at once, 11689|And what before was silence becomes a song 11689|To the sweet air on the hills and the stars above. 11689|When we are old, as we are now, we will be 11689|In all songs above and all songs under the sun; 11689|And when we are dead, we will be in silence all 11689|Above and under the stars on the hill. 11689|When we are dead, I am certain as any 11689|There'll be one who watches us through the stars. 11689|And when we are at rest on their lap of rest 11689|In sweet peace and quiet they'll be happy all 11689|Through the day and all night for a little while. 11689|So go in your sad state, and never say Good-night, 11689|Or you'll wish you were dead, and will wish you were here. 11689|And they are glad as they are so very sad; 11689|And all the night with the sun they dream of him. 11689|And all the moonbeams that shine among the grass 11689|And the stars that shine on the hills, they dream of him. 11689|What is there in a tear or a sigh to a sad heart 11689|That is happy and pure? 11689|And when my dream comes true, 11689|I will be at peace and at peace only! 11689|I'll sit apart from the world by the hills alone, 11689|While the great winds go by, 11689|But I'll be the happiest man who'll ever be born. 11689|I will make love to the sea 11689|Till it kisses my cheek, 11689|I will lie alone on the hill. 11689|I will climb and I will climb 11689|Till the sun breaks out, 11689|And the wind will blow across the sea. 11689|I will set and I will set 11689|Till the sea leaps and bursts 11689|With the sea-gulls overhead, and the sun! 11689|I will call and I will call, 11689|But I'll never see Thee, 11689|For I fear Thee, I do! 11689|And so when the day is over, 11689|I shall lie alone, 11689|And I shall die, but not the night. 11689|And when night comes back, 11689|I shall lie at rest by the sea. 11689|It is a dream, and so we will 11689|Rise and go in the morning! 11689|The dawn is dim, and its glory is all fled, 11689|The morning's come and gone. 11689|Hooto! hooto! "Coo-dee!" 11689|When the morning-mists and the morning-sun appear, -- 11689 ======================================== SAMPLE 49910 ======================================== 21019|Till he had made an end of my joy-crushing game: 21019|He left me--but not before a very great cry-- 21019|"Don't you want a good fellow's wife?" I thought I heard him say. 21019|He must have been as rich as any man in town, 21019|For he and I had been getting together gold, 21019|And I could count on his blessing that I should be 21019|A good fellow and make good livin' for him while he was dead. 21019|"And you must live your life," I thought to myself, 21019|"And never get a penny in the count it or the roll, 21019|And do all that you like, and never touch the cash, 21019|And go wherever you choose, and never speak to a man, 21019|And never guess where you are go--go where the boys want to be." 21019|And I thought to myself, "Oh, well, we have had our hour. 21019|I've a job to get through," I heard him say, "and it's late, 21019|But still, if you'll hear it, as sure as I own up to the fact, 21019|There's a job I've got to get to something that's more than half-told." 21019|But now that he's a-walking again, I heard him say-- 21019|"I did it, you know. And here's five hundred pounds to your credit!" 21019|"How can you say that?" said a voice, coming nearer and louder: 21019|"You know my name, for it's me that have done it, not you. 21019|Do you hear your name?" said the second voice, very sure. 21019|"I'm going to make it right," said he. "Look after the money. 21019|Don't forget to bring it." "You do! I'll do it. There's my pen." 21019|The third was as silent and friendly: "I do--if you can. 21019|There's more on the rail." 21019|"A job to do? Really." He stopped as in a kind of a sigh: 21019|"You want a job to do? Here's your money." We hurriedly drew our ends. 21019|And there's that third stranger, he and both of us. The money he brought. 21019|Then we went down to the kitchen. He gave it us.--"I forgot, 21019|And he was a-laughin'--why I don't know--I should say, but 21019|Oh, that is the story of the day; and the people that were there? 21019|And the old folks and the young folks came and waltzed and swam with us, 21019|And the little babies that were asleep went waltzing and skoalred, 21019|And we danced for the children, and we sang some songs that were good. 21019|Heigh-ho!--how little things 21019|Make their grand dances. 21019|I would never make my little girl 21019|The bride of a king, 21019|Though a king should be so fine and tall; 21019|Yet what do you think I found 21019|When I started for the dance?-- 21019|A red-headed beggar, 21019|That would rather be 21019|On the wayside near a well, 21019|Than with a king be royal. 21019|The beggar came to the castle gate, 21019|And all the doors were closed-- 21019|The castle wall was as gilded iron, 21019|But I knew just where 21019|It was that this beggar came. 21019|Now what was in his heart that he went outside of it? 21019|To the poor little woman in black-- 21019|And there was not a star 21019|In the stars, or on the sky, 21019|Nor was there a single word 21019|Of speech in his hoarse speech-- 21019|It was like the sound of a far-away churchyard. 21019|But what do you know? 21019|I'm sure that I'm going to marry that beggar. 21019|My little boy, we must hurry along . . . 21019|Heigh-ho! 21019|My son, my young man, you must hurry along, 21019|For 'tis the third ======================================== SAMPLE 49920 ======================================== 8672|The wind-flower is like a maiden, 8672|The bee-hive is like a hive, 8672|And all about is scent and smell, 8672|And all around is love and life. 8672|For there is music and for light, 8672|There is music and there is light, 8672|And there is Love that takes the lead 8672|And makes heaven to begin. 8672|I know a little flower lying 8672|Under the orchard trees, 8672|White as the white of April dawn, 8672|And lying in the sunny weather, 8672|It knows not of the sorrow 8672|That comes when sad the spring days are, 8672|With sorrow that can never die. 8672|I know a little flower lying 8672|Under the apple-boughs green, 8672|With golden and with white and red, 8672|And this is the little flower lying-- 8672|That in the garden grows so fast-- 8672|But I have no time to mourn it, 8672|For the day that comes in the spring is dear-- 8672|I have but one short day to tell it 8672|With the roses all in bloom. 8672|What is the use of thinking 8672|Of your beauty and exceeding, 8672|When your heart is like a little bird dreaming 8672|Of the joyous song that loves it to hear it? 8672|Oh, my garden's lovely! 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|I've but a little piece of it lying 8672|Under the apple-bough. 8672|The sun shines over it now, 8672|The wind shakes the flowers as blue as glass, 8672|The apple cleaves them as the cleaver does them. 8672|Oh, my garden's wonderful! 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|I have but a little flower lying 8672|Under the apple-bough. 8672|I cannot weep when I am dying, 8672|For I am living, 8672|I have but a little piece of it lying 8672|Under the apple-bough. 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|I've but a little flower lying 8672|Under the peach-bough. 8672|I never liked you; 8672|But the rose is sweet that hideth 8672|Among her roses, 8672|And my heart grew tender 8672|For the words that hid It not. 8672|I like it better under the apple-bough 8672|That's under me; 8672|It hides me better when I am dying 8672|From the light of day. 8672|To walk abroad 8672|To roam in the sun, 8672|To see the fields and trees and flowers go by 8672|And the sun shine on. 8672|To feel the grass 8672|Spread out its green 8672|And look to heaven for the sunshine here. 8672|To look on things 8672|In a clear light, 8672|For the world looks dull and evil on us. 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|I love the way it lies in the sun 8672|Amid the blossoms: 8672|To see the grass 8672|Spread out its green 8672|And look to heaven for the sunshine there. 8672|I love the way it stretches out to the sky. 8672|The wind blows on it like a wind of song, 8672|And the leaves bend as they wish to stay, 8672|And with gladness the dew is seen falling 8672|Among the roses. 8672|I love the way it leans and sways 8672|In its sweet rest 8672|On the apple tree and its blossoms low. 8672|I love to go walking on it, and sighing 8672|I gaze on the sky afar, 8672|And a bird sings on it 8672|To the gladness of the skies. 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|Oh, my garden is fair! 8672|Weeping and dying to hear the rain come 8672|Down upon us, and see the trees 8672|And the ======================================== SAMPLE 49930 ======================================== 8796|E'en to the top of Parnassus, was he. 8796|There with my peace and faith endued so 8796|I saw the spirits seven (Page 27) appear. 8796|Each one in fashion like to ourselves, in face 8796|And in intelligence so eminent, 8796|That scarce the memory upon the earth 8796|Shall not that succession be allotted. 8796|Then, "Raise me up," they cried, "from the standard 8796|Of so great honor and so lofty station. 8796|Raise me up, that I may issue forth, 8796|Bearing the brands with which I am accursed." 8796|None lifted higher the branded brand: so 8796|The ignis fatuus fell from them. Forthwith 8796|E'en as if issue from a living flame, 8796|Swiftly they flew: and Atta, behind them, heard 8796|Voices, that compared to his chimney braziers 8796|Mastered him: and, from his coracles, glance'd, 8796|And twinkled like a currant'd moon. More they said, 8796|Then could have spoke, ere their allegation 8796|They, when they went, was never afterward 8796|Redoubled, but as Fridays once were seen 8796|On every feasting-day, still turn'd its face. 8796|"O thou! who in the beginning! O ye Trees! 8796|And ye, who form the arch that binds together, 8796|O'er the wide world arch'd, your barrier so broad! 8796|O thou who formest man upon flesh so fast! 8796|Your Creator, do thou please to give account 8796|Both to the nature and the use of men. 8796|Of Animals, Plant, and Plant-animal, 8796|Make ye a chain, as one we have seen clasp'd. 8796|Of things, that are and have been, a covenant bind 8796|To the beginning, and to the end of being; 8796|And knowing this, be sure to ponder well: 8796|That to no outside mediation of will 8796|Can corruption, such as stains the sacred chime, 8796|From out the beginning, be unwound. So 8796|Fact to proposition must be clearly proven; 8796|And hence in this test, Asch, who terms all things, 8796|Demerssees it corrupt, when both the ways be found 8796|In one agreement always to go wrong. 8796|Each has his proper place, and his order due; 8796|What then shall fix us? Be sure to note Him! 8796|Whose long and Story-title, in old time, 8796|The Papal Bull had rack'd and bruis'd; and now, 8796|With all this choice before you plac'd, 'tis Wrong 8796|To err nor mend, but rather to be new, 8796|A little new, or newish, now and then. 8796|Your names are on the scroll, and that alone, 8796|Ensign'd with you, belongs to you; and He, 8796|Who is entranced with hardihood, may change. 8796|Canst thou not choose, Princes, who above 8796|Canst shine, and who are worthy, and to whom, 8796|Less worthy than they? or who less can be 8796|For loftiest good, for purest light, best wit, 8796|Or virtue for clad? Ye see the wheel 8796|Has spokes, and unto these the blame apportions fall. 8796|If that ye wish the Gospel well to learn, 8796|Begin at point #27, and list to that list." 8796|So spake my guide, and so the new christian crew. 8796|Theirlicious motions, doctors of the two-horn'd palms., 8796|Among them many an ancient dame inquire 8796|Vacant, who time, place, or fate may bethink 8796|Invited to sing, or heard in secret whisperings: 8796|So conversation ended at the list. 8796|When not far off the Centaur thus began: 8796|"Pilate no more, but let the people sing. 8796|Today hath not been kept, or will not be ======================================== SAMPLE 49940 ======================================== 10602|Som such wretches I did mourne the last sad state, 10602|And then I wisht I had never wish'd to die, 10602|That I at least in som small measure may be prest 10602|To be content with soules, and never deepe. 10602|"O happy Death, now lettst thou me come too late! 10602|For who can such miserie bear so moche dishonour? 10602|Who can I so wissely speake of the maine? 10602|Or who so foule so as to be allowed 10602|To speake of his selfe, most vile and vile of the clowdes? 10602|"What if I should not telle what so sore befell? 10602|What if I should not bidde them go to him so slow? 10602|What if I should them make the like disdayne to see? 10602|I shall not doo my selfe a soveraine thinge, 10602|But in the sight of them shall cause them much woe. 10602|"O Death; thou art my surety, my master tooke me not: 10602|No mercy shall be shown unto infamie: 10602|Untill I shall be overthrowe with yre; 10602|But when that I shall be overthrowe with yre, 10602|Then shall my nede be founde in thee alone. 10602|"O Death: when thou beholdest me to be sped, 10602|And my faires and mens blood and bloodall dreri 10602|Maken all one death; Ile then beginne to spare: 10602|For in the sight of thee, which is so great bane, 10602|Ile then beginne to live, and not to die."* 10602|Whither, O whither dost thou fly, faire Deare? 10602|Faire doe not fly, if thou wilt stay in mine! 10602|But me, faire Death, and Death's selfe will condemn, 10602|Whom death I leane for faire Deare to see. 10602|What hope are these, whom I did see die, 10602|And saw the earth filld up with blood like wine? 10602|For this I left the world, and did endure 10602|To seeke them alive so foule in sight, 10602|And much I gan rejoice my soule in their sight. 10602|Where are they? where they now, or in what place? 10602|What is their colour? what their wavy bed? 10602|What doth gape, and what doth close the hollow chasm? 10602|What endlesse place is this, this leeke-chasm here? 10602|What doth that other body rob, that it 10602|Come forth at last to daunce the land for me? 10602|This other body is no lenger body; 10602|In her a leeke of all th'unsounded sea, 10602|There is no water: all the rest is fyne; 10602|The world is all one leeke of that to mee. 10602|The air is all one leeke of her wide face; 10602|In her a leeke of all th'unsounded sea, 10602|The air is all one leeke of that to mee. 10602|The earth is all one leeke of her wide face; 10602|In her a leeke of all th'unsounded sea, 10602|The earth is all one leeke of that to mee. 10602|The fire is all one leeKE of her wide face; 10602|In her a leeke of all th'unsounded sea, 10602|The fire is all one leeKE of that to mee. 10602|The thunder is all one leeKE of her wide face; 10602|In her a leeKE of all th'unsound sea, 10602|The thunder is all one leeKE of that to mee. 10602|The blind is all one leeKE of her wide face, 10602|In her a leeKE of all th'unsound sea, 10602|The blind is all one leeKE of that to mee. 10602|With all her world full of my soule to leeke; ======================================== SAMPLE 49950 ======================================== 16452|And in the tents, of the Myrmidons in command 16452|Of all the Achaians, who the dead man's head, 16452|That he had slain, were holding; and who, at his 16452|Desert, at his approaching, had prepared 16452|Their bodies to be buried in their own town. 16452|This task for all they should perform had been 16452|A sad employment; but now the sun was low, 16452|And at the hour of even sleep the rest 16452|Of the Myrmidons, the leaders and the Kings, 16452|To sleep in silence lay; thus, at the voice 16452|Of Minerva heavenly conscious of all they wrought, 16452|They slumbered all, and when the sun was low 16452|Their nimble limbs by slumber's influence waken'd. 16452|While slumber on the Myrmidons remained. 16452|Ulysses then, his charger rein'd, from out 16452|The chariot, from the blood eject'd, the dead 16452|From off his bloody breast withdrew in gore 16452|The head; he on the other side the corpse 16452|Ponder'd, with the other bodies of the slain 16452|Till time for breaking of the day had come. 16452|Then, drawing the dead man off his brawny neck, 16452|He cut his mouth, and seizing for his beard 16452|His long locks, as when he sat in council, wroth 16452|With some, who thought him of too little worth 16452|And no inconsiderable part 16452|And they departed, where the Myrmidons, with minds 16452|Infixt, sat round them. They, the signal given 16452|And by the hand of Hermes, bore him thence 16452|Under the broad bridge, where the eunuchs stand 16452|At every gate, in their great palace, and thence 16452|Hither led the man whom Jove approved 16452|To be their brother, for he was no more. 16452|He with the rest he fill'd, and when he pass'd 16452|The threshold of his chamber, to the threshold 16452|Brake down the curb, and on the ground the blood 16452|Resumed, which from the Myrmidons he parted, 16452|Then, on a bier placed there, set it by, 16452|With outspread palms and flowers of every kind, 16452|And all the Myrmidons and the Achaians mourn'd. 16452|Then thus Minerva to the Gods in heaven 16452|Address'd them. Let nothing of the morn be lost 16452|Or sickly, for the sight of the dead bestead 16452|Is to be sure. Now, therefore, let not yet 16452|Ourselves be idle, but each wise Achaian 16452|Urging the speedy onset of the fight, 16452|Who for his country's sake might lose his life, 16452|Let him the glorious spoils of the slain reclaim 16452|With solemn pomp. But if perchance he live 16452|Not to the expectation of our prayers, 16452|But to the sight of some dread spectacle, 16452|Let him a spoil enjoy, while others shed 16452|Their own white quills and oxen in their beds. 16452|So shalt thou not forget thy duty. We 16452|Have made it plain, and it shall yet be made 16452|The clearer to the Trojans. And let us now 16452|Haste to the fleet. For I will to the wall, 16452|Where every Trojan mind shall be imbued 16452|With martial sense, and armed with every rule 16452|Which we may bid them. So, at least, they there 16452|Shall learn what we the best can teach aright, 16452|The first of all the Achaians, to command 16452|The mightiest troops of men. For here is one 16452|Better than fifty thousand at their head, 16452|Of all the Myrmidon hosts the bravest Chief 16452|Hath pierced Achilles, and shall prove at least 16452|In my defence a thousand Trojan lives. 16452|So will I, flying now the Achaian host, 16452|Pursue the Trojan presence; and this too 16452|Shall Jove, the sovran-born, by right vested, 16452 ======================================== SAMPLE 49960 ======================================== 19385|An' I'll be auld acquaintance wi' my ain dame. 19385|For I'll tak' my ain dame to mak' an' see'd her in her ain house. 19385|Then hamely she's to please me when I 'm a' in need, 19385|An' hamely she's to please me when I 'm a' owre. 19385|The neist when she 's by is a', 19385|An' her ain neist then she is; 19385|But o' ane thinks lang an' then, 19385|Or ane dings hame an' me wi', 19385|To hamely she 's a' my ain dame. 19385|I 've a' tak' my ain dame; 19385|But I 'll mak' ane gude micht, 19385|When it 's my ain dame, to her an' her. 19385|Gin I mither see her, 19385|I 'll tak' her to my bed, 19385|I will sleep not be micht 19385|I 've aye tak' hame her, 19385|But if ye gae her, 19385|Oh, gin her not see, 19385|I will gie my dame to her, 19385|An' I'll ne'er draw back that day. 19385|Tho' I had a' my doon 19385|An', gin her ne'er saw me, 19385|It 's no an' anes I 'll be, 19385|Gin I mither win her, 19385|Oh, gin her see, 19385|I 'll git me sic love 19385|As it 's hame to me, 19385|An' I 'll give my heart to her, 19385|She must see, 19385|Or I 'll no be wi't. 19385|When I cam to love mair, 19385|I never gaed till to love mair; 19385|A true love and a fair love, 19385|'Tween them and your own mae it lie: 19385|But now, as ye 'll hear, an' ye 've done her wrong, 19385|I 've gi'en to a' the lasses the lash. 19385|For lang, lang, my heart's in a dreadful slump, 19385|T'waynan' thro' the lave wi' care and wi' aching head; 19385|And I needna ha' tinge my tale wi' a tear, 19385|My lass may be fair as the sun or the dew, 19385|An' I ken her a lassie is kind to a' man, 19385|But I ken that there 's worse to be done by a'! 19385|O, would ye tell me (for a' that 's bairn) 19385|How I may be blest? 19385|I wadna trust my heart for a lie 19385|To tell; 19385|But could I but think, in the danglin' days, 19385|I might a visit e'er be afraid! 19385|Now wae's me for to tak a cup o' wine, 19385|While yet my daddie sits owre the fire; 19385|Or he or I may sit, or may stand, 19385|But I 'll nae say the lammie 's near awa'! 19385|But aye to think upon the days 19385|That are far awa'; 19385|And I 'll sit and list, an' I 'll sing, 19385|As long I 'll, dear Willie, can. 19385|I 'll sing the day that I was born, 19385|I 'll sing the day that I was born; 19385|The lads that went to bury me, 19385|And the lasses that lo'ed me best, 19385|Shall a' be there, Willie, too. 19385|Gin I was a wilin to woo, 19385|As I will be a wilin to woo, 19385|Or I will dance on the lea, 19385|And dance round the brigs wi' the deil; 19385|I 'm gaun to wear ======================================== SAMPLE 49970 ======================================== 1568|He is so much with the Earth, 1568|With the sun, the wind, and the raindrops on the grass. 1568|I am in His heart, and He makes me his own kiss. 1568|I am in His heart; and He has taken me. 1568|You come and see me. 1568|What do you bring? 1568|Bring me the nightingale! 1568|She sings in the linden tree, when the wind is in the blustering 1568|breath 1568|And the night-wind comes with the blackbird, singing, "She is at rest!" 1568|When the morning-stars are shining and the crowing cock crows 1568|That call the day is born, 1568|The linden flower is plucked, and she is safe and well with the 1568|nightingale; 1568|And there's the bowl of eggs for you and the morning-star for me. 1568|The kine are free and the cow is free and the lumberer at home at 1568|The cow is milking her own grass with the milkman in the 1568|The kine are free and the sheep are free and the sheep are 1568|pasturing--ay! the world must keep turning and turning 1568|till men are free 1568|As the mower turns his shuttle between the weed and the grass 1568|When the snow is on the heather and the water's on the ground . . . 1568|Why don't you come with me, my dear? 1568|You know that he is cold 1568|When the wind's in my face and the snow's underfoot! 1568|When you go away 1568|From him to-night, 1568|What shall I do for my tears? 1568|What shall I do for my heart's blood? 1568|No, I will not speak to him as I would, I will not, oh, no! 1568|But when I have told him all my fears and woes 1568|As they pass before him in the dusk like a cloud of 1568|moonbeams, 1568|As he listens and listens in the lonely street, 1568|How shall I come to him, my dear, how shall I come to thee, 1568|What thing of thy will, 1568|What thing of his, 1568|What shall I tell him, that his life is one of pain and dread, 1568|Shall I lay a kiss upon his mouth? or shall I let him go? 1568|Shall I take his hands, and lead him to some lonely hall, 1568|And there for ever bring him all his fears and meads 1568|Of trouble and pain and tears and sorrow? and I shall 1568|sorrow with him, and comfort him, my dear, as the day 1568|Of old-time love comes to an end. 1568|Shall I let him go? 1568|Nay, let him stay! 1568|I will not, cannot, not without doing harm to him. 1568|All the night I lay at rest in his soul, and watched 1568|While he toiled and writhed, and yet I could not bear. 1568|At times he would come hither in vain, with aching eyes: 1568|"The world is sad and the world is old, dear, and there 1568|Are the dead trees at our feet, 1568|And we shall not go forth." 1568|O wailed, O wailed, O wailed! and I heard, and I saw, 1568|And I came to myself, and knew that I had nothing to bear 1568|All that he had seen and felt. 1568|All night I lay at rest in his soul, and watched 1568|While he wrestled with the dark, and then suddenly 1568|He would run into a wood, and turn pale, and hark! 1568|The voices of the winds would shake me, the white clouds 1568|Would clutch me, and the sea, O the sea, would leap and 1568|burst up all about me and surround me, with a 1568|dazzling white mist, and flow and foam in a 1568|glistering foam, and hark! 1568|O wailed, O wailed, O wailed! and I heard, and I saw, 1568|And I ======================================== SAMPLE 49980 ======================================== 1279|And th' old gudeman wi' the bauld cheek 1279|May well have count owre ither's quirk 1279|If I can tell the name o' you. 1279|My father's auld and sair disna weel-- 1279|When ance he bin a coggie-maker, 1279|"He was a coggie-maker to-day"; 1279|And tho' my father's auld and sair disna weel, 1279|The man that hews a coggie-maker. 1279|The man that hews a coggie-maker. 1279|That he wonna name the aught that's gane, 1279|I doubt if he be sic like me, 1279|If he's a coggie-maker to-day. 1279|When he's a coggie-maker to-day, 1279|We'll see whae he's a coggie-maker. 1279|For wha can a coggie make but me, 1279|My auld ane, a coggie-maker?-- 1279|Sae hews a coggie-maker. 1279|There's a gude bishop, an' he knows oor and me; 1279|But though he may sae wae for him ithers, 1279|The man that hews a coggie-maker. 1279|For his auld auld ane needs na ken, 1279|I'm sure that it'll ane nor him ken, 1279|If he's a coggie-maker to-day. 1279|O weary few they tell oor the warld 1279|'Tween the auld and the young, 1279|Which has been for centuries time, 1279|From the first baith a' the warld! 1279|And time wears quite awa', 1279|That in aught o' braid-wise sort, 1279|They may gi'e up their auld school-fellows 1279|To see some auld school-fellows. 1279|Their sons and grandsons may be lads, 1279|And their daughters be wa's; 1279|For the lasses o' their bosoms 1279|May be sons o' their dresses. 1279|And time wears quite awa' 1279|That in aught o' braid-wise sort, 1279|They may gie up their auld school-fellows 1279|To see some auld school-fellows. 1279|O weary few they tell oor the warld, 1279|'Twas sairly for nae gree that they fell, 1279|There's a' the wealth o' lands, my dear, 1279|That nane ava'! 1279|But there's ne'er a auld man here 1279|Awide an auld man. 1279|For the lasses o' their bosoms 1279|May be sons o' their dresses. 1279|And the man that winna bide an auld man 1279|May hae a gill that fain wad gie him, 1279|An' he's sic a man as's a' the poor, 1279|That he's nane may blame; 1279|But wale a man wad na bide him, 1279|For the auld and young, 1279|And mak's a mite o' the wa's 1279|For the auld and young, 1279|Their siller mothers, they may see, 1279|Their siller mothers. 1279|The lasses o' their bosoms 1279|May see their lasses grown owre sair, 1279|If they be auld, and thin their wa's, 1279|That sic a man as's a man, 1279|That's nane may blame, 1279|And never auld man wad nane them. 1279|And time wad never bring it 1279|If they wad wear their auld men's clothes, 1279|If they wad wash them in the wa's 1279|That sic a man as's a man, 1279|That's sic a man as's a man. 1279|On a wild mountain, sunset, 1279 ======================================== SAMPLE 49990 ======================================== 1365|And the children came running with cries; 1365|From the tree-tops, and the grassy ground, 1365|From the river, and the broad highway 1365|Came a louder howl, than the cry of a bird, 1365|Nor did they know the King's messenger 1365|Was the priest of their Alehouse, Father Farr. 1365|He came to the door of the fair alehouse 1365|Leaning, with shaven head and pallid cheeks, 1365|And the beard on his head, that barely hid 1365|Its hue of brown and unshorn gray; 1365|And his measure was but the third of a yard, 1365|With a few well-chosen words of gentle wit, 1365|As he paced on the shaven shingle, 1365|The only thing that could make straight the sea 1365|Between him and the door. 1365|So they counted his shanks, and the counts lie there 1365|At the door of the fair alehouse by night; 1365|The one with his cup of dark brown wine, 1365|And the other with his cup of white; 1365|But neither the dark brown cup with golden rim, 1365|Nor the white cup shall be crowned with gold. 1365|For all of the fair young damsels sit or lie 1365|In their coats of brown, and the King has decreed 1365|That they come not with golden cups to-night, 1365|And the priest shall go without. 1365|The maids have known what would have happened, 1365|And know that their orders have been given, 1365|And their orders are not good. 1365|With their own fair hands they shall not get out 1365|The cups that they have seen the King take there, 1365|And put down on the table the bread and the meat, 1365|And the fruit and the wine. 1365|O my brother, my father, it is true; 1365|In my house the cup shall be held aloft; 1365|For I do not like the rule they are breaking, 1365|And breaking the rule is breaking the law. 1365|And the good wine and the good ale shall be drunk 1365|By each fair maid, and the priest shall go through 1365|With harp and with song no more. 1365|And he shall take nothing but bread and meat; 1365|What shall be done with all this gold? 1365|I will hold it to the sacred altar, 1365|And the gold shall shine in the fire of God, 1365|Till the God of heaven and the God of earth 1365|Have come down between them and the King. 1365|To my father's house, I shall go forth, 1365|As by his command, and my steps shall be led, 1365|And all the houses of Baran shall hear 1365|And know me at that door for his dead brother, 1365|Until the long night end. 1365|But I know that it is not well with the King; 1365|I do not know where the King has fallen; 1365|I am not sure, if the Queen is good, 1365|Or if the King is wise. 1365|And if the King be ill, the people all 1365|Pray for him to go to bed; 1365|And the children sing in my hearing while I 1365|Doze in the great hall, O friend, 1365|With an old tune as old as the hills, 1365|As they shouted, and shouted, and shouted, 1365|And shouted, and shouted till day. 1365|Ah, the shouting in the great hall! 1365|Ah, the shouting while I doze! 1365|It was shouting the old as the songs, 1365|As they shouted, and shouted, and shouted, 1365|And shouted, and shouted day. 1365|When day had come, to rise every morn, 1365|To comb my hair, to brush my brow; 1365|While the child I bare, to mix its play, 1365|To give it gold-myres; to comb, as well, 1365|The child as well as mine. 1365|Then with wine of rose and fire of fern, 1365|I waked forth at the morning star; 1365|And slept as long ======================================== SAMPLE 50000 ======================================== A hundred hands 2619|In a hundred paths were led, 2619|And in a thousand more there are 2619|Than a hundred feet could bear. 2619|Yet the golden gates of heaven 2619|Open never so wide; 2619|And if I had to count them, 2619|The number but exceeds 2619|That which is within the gate, 2619|There be many thousand times 2619|As many as the paths were on. 2619|I count them as many miles, 2619|But they were made for one. 2619|Come, fill the cup and let him drain it; 2619|Come, King of England; let thy name be named. 2619|Thy country needs an heir to it; 2619|To-morrow thou mayest pass away. 2619|And he who is to be the heir shall be 2619|A knight or a conqueror in the war; 2619|He's born unto a princess the heir to hold; 2619|And he shall rule the English throne as king. 2619|Come, fill the cup and let him drain it, 2619|Ere his day be born to die in the morn. 2619|And she, thy sister, the princess, the light, 2619|She shall be heir to the English throne in law; 2619|Her father, the king, shall die for her sake, 2619|And she the heir to the imperial crown. 2619|Come, fill the cup, and with wine and with bread 2619|Let the heir to the imperial throne become. 2619|King Henry I shall not see again. 2619|King Henry I will ne'er see again. 2619|What matters it? We'll all do the best we can, 2619|There's one thing we cannot allus say or do:-- 2619|We'll not drink champagne, nor drink pâces, 2619|The king's son! 2619|That's to say, not drink champagne, 2619|(No beer, no pâces--nay, naught at all)-- 2619|But we'll not have a jolly jaunt to the North, 2619|Or there to be "cups with diamonds in it," 2619|And we will not go away for three weeks. 2619|But we will not go away for three weeks. 2619|We'll have a ride, and we'll be merry and gay; 2619|We'll not go down to the North nor there away 2619|For three weeks,--that's to say, for three--we'll say. 2619|When I was a boy (and how many and many a year!), 2619|My father always carried me in his old plough, 2619|And often at night under his old apple-tree, 2619|I saw his roebuck antlered, he and his son good gray: 2619|And when I go by the road for half the day, 2619|I hear them still, and often in the dark they meet. 2619|They follow me, follow, follow to and fro, 2619|Follow in the ploughshare plough, plough, and horse, plough. 2619|They follow me, follow, follow through the night, 2619|Follow me over the hill--behind it to the right-- 2619|Follow me over the moor,--behind it all the while-- 2619|And when the moor gets dark, then follow, follow me. 2619|For, if a tree that was standing still can sway, 2619|If man can lift a plough, and win a barn, 2619|Then, happy child, then follow, follow, follow me! 2619|It is the morn at morning, 2619|An' the sun is a-typin'; 2619|He can say to the boy at the gate: 2619|"Son, wake ye an' git back, 2619|For I 'lurk behind ye at the gate, 2619|As my sire an' I used to before." 2619|So up, an' to the work ye grieve to begin, 2619|An' mind ye the old Shepherd at the door, 2619|To greet ye when you 'd best, by the orchard spray, 2619|He 'll greet you 'gainst the dawn, when to the sea 2619|The soft breezes of the morning